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sourtomatola · 1 year
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Fanart for @xitsensunmoon 's vampire au!
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justfangirlstuffs · 1 year
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Magic Touch
You can't sleep and it's giving you problems. Luckily you have a co-worker that takes sleeping habits very seriously and is willing to help you relax.
You x Moon (Agent Dusk)
It was past midnight, and you were in the break room, sitting on the couch playing on your handheld device. You should be sleeping, you knew that. Unfortunately, sleep decided to flip you the double birds tonight because you weren't getting any of it. And rather than lay awake feeling like you were wasting precious time, you decided to play some games instead.
“Knock, knock,” you heard a low voice speaking from the door.
You slowly turned you head to look at newcomer and saw dark clothes and the outline of a Cheshire cat smile. “Oh, hey Dusk.”
Despite the ever present smile, his stare was deadpan. “You look like a ghoul.”
“Gee, you sure know how to flatter.” You went back to your game.
You saw him shift closer in your peripheral vision. “When's the last time you slept?”
“I dunno... seventeen... going on eighteen hours I think?”
He plucked your game device out of your hands, eliciting an indignant squawk from you. “That's not healthy. You should be sleeping.”
“I can't, okay?” you huffed. “I've tried. I tried laying awake for a straight hour and I can't sleep. My brain won't shut up. So, I'm doing something productive. It's fine this just... happens.”
“How often?”
“Every now and then. It's not chronic. More like semi-chronic. It's not usually this bad. Some nights I have a hard time unwinding.”
His head tilted. “I could help you unwind.”
You raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Why does this feel like a trap?”
His toothy smile widened just a margin and he placed a hand to his chest. “I'm hurt. Don't you trust me?”
“I mean...” You sighed. “Yeah, of course I do.”
This seemed to catch him off guard, but only for a moment. “What if I gave you a small sample? Then you can decide if you want my help or not.”
You couldn't deny, you were just a tad curious. “Okay, I'll bite. What did you have in mind?”
Dusk sat down beside you. “Give me your hand.”
Curious, you offered your hand and he took it between his own. Your eyes couldn't help but be drawn his hands, his fingers, their design. Those were some gorgeous hands. Using the pads of his thumbs, Dusk began rubbing slow deliberate circles over your palm. Your breath hitch and your other hand squeezed your knee.
Dusk paused. “Too hard?”
“No, not at all,” you answered. You just hadn't expected it to feel so... good.
He nodded and resumed, the thumb pressing in and expanding out from your palm to the edges of you hand. When he got to your fingers, good lordy! You hadn't even realized just how much tension was in your hand until he was rubbing it out. When he offered to do your other hand, you didn't even hesitate, and by the time he was finished, you were relaxed against the couch, your hands feeling rejuvenated in ways you didn't think possible.
“Wow,” you murmured. “Okay, I'm impressed.”
“So, is that a yes, then?” he asked.
“Hm?”
“Do you want me to help you unwind?” Dusk asked. “Because from the look and feel of things, you are very wound up. It's little wonder you can't sleep.”
You shrugged your stiff shoulders, feeling a little called out. “I mean... if you don't mind...”
“I wouldn't offer if I did.”
Well, that was true enough. Dusk was the painfully straightforward sort in that way, and you appreciated him for that. “Yeah, I mean yes, please.”
His grin broadened as he smoothly shifted around until his was behind you. “Such good manners. I'll be sure to give you the special treatment.”
Your cheeks burned a little at the comment but you kept your face set, not wanting to give him any more hints he was getting under your skin.
Dusk's hands settled on your shoulders and stayed there for a few beats, as though assessing how or where to begin. Then his thumbs dug into your shoulder blades and you released an involuntary moan because your body was stiff like a pile of bricks, and Dusk's strength wasn't something to be underestimated. The thumbs pushed into the muscles again, the other fingers squeezing around your upper trapezius and another groan slipped out.
The fingers paused in their work. “As much as I enjoy hearing you sing,” Dusk said, his voice a playful whisper against your ear. “We wouldn't want anyone else hearing you and getting the wrong idea, yes?”
Your cheeks burned at the implications. Right, you were still technically at work. Anyone could walk by and hear you. So, you bit your lip and focused on staying as silent as possible. Dusk pushed again with his thumbs and pulled with his fingers, coaxing you to straighten your spine and open your shoulders. The movement brought you very close to the agent and his voice buzzed against your neck.
“On your stomach.”
“Wh-what?”
“Lay down on your stomach,” he repeated.
You took a moment to swallow before rearranging yourself on the couch, which had been recently reupholstered. Thank the powers that be for that too because you heard some disturbing rumors. Dusk gently nudged your limbs until you were positioned how he wanted. The position left you feeling oddly vulnerable. It was only your trust in Dusk that kept you from squirming in place. Though, the anticipation caused your stomach to flutter.
Dusk's hands descended on you once more, and quickly showed you that had was being gentle before. He pushed into your back so hard you gave a startled cry.
“Shh,” Dusk soothed from above you. “Not so loud.”
“You could have warned me,” you hissed back.
“And spoil the surprise?” You could just imagine his shit-eating grin. “Just relax. I'm going to take care of you.”
You breathed a long exhaled and settled back in, trusting him that he knew what he was doing. Dusk continued to knead your shoulders like dough, working his way down to your back and then lower back. Then after working his way back up, he worked on your upper arms in a manner that was brisk and professional. You bit back at least a dozen moans as you were tenderized like a piece of meat. Your smaller muscles and tendons in your neck were not spared his attention, his movements far more precise but no less intense.
You also appreciated that anytime he was about to work on a new area, he would check in with you first. Get your go-ahead before he laid his hands anywhere he felt would be otherwise inappropriate. It was rather sweet and thoughtful on his part.
After a while, it was so hard to keep track of time during this, something glorious happened. The tension and the pain gave way to an incredible relief. Your body was worked over so thoroughly that not even the thought of someone walking in and seeing you two like this could make you tense up. As you relaxed under his touch, Dusk's movements became more gradual, taking him time. He was being thorough, making sure no tense muscle escaped his notice. Your whole body felt languid and warm, soft and pliant like a rag doll.
Your breathing had evened out by this point, now and again you released a sigh of contentment when he managed to undo yet another knot in your shoulder. “Damn... that feels... really nice.”
“Told you.”
“You didn't strike me as the type to... I dunno, you're not exactly the touchy sort.” You mumbled.
“I'm not. You just happen to be a special exception.”
“Aw, you think I'm special?” you asked with a sleepy giggle.
He sighed. “A special pain, is what you are.” You felt his hands flatten and glide over your back, smoothing you out. “But you do make the most adorable sounds.”
“Shove it,” you mumbled. You gasped as his fingers unexpectedly dug in and a low moan escaped you throat. “You rat bastard.”
“What? I was just doing what you asked,” he said, his innocent tone not fully hiding the underlying impishness.
“I'm going to...” You had to bite down on your lip to stifle a whimper as he hit another tender spot. That sweet pain followed by incredible release. How was he... So. Damn. Good... at this?
“You're thinking too much,” Dusk said. “You're supposed to be relaxing. So relax.”
You grumbled but did so, closing your eyes and releasing another long sigh. It was getting harder and harder to think. Your body didn't even feel like your own anymore. Rather than bound up in cords of tension, you felt like you were drifting. From above you, you heard soft humming, and that was the final thing that lured you into slumber.
(Another fanwork based on @lavenoon's Accidentally Undercover AU because I have chronic back tension and love deep tissue massages and Dusk seems like the type to deliver if you're on his good side. @clxckwork-sun-n-moon hope you enjoy! XD)
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slttygeto · 2 months
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me: i love hanma so much
also me if i was ever in a room with hanma:
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starryaike · 10 months
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To all of you out there who Get It
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driftingmoonmenace · 10 months
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dangerous hand holding
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Hi hello im here with some more rlgl au
Moon is having an ephiphany and Y/N is screaming at an old man
Y/N was really worried that it was a paparazzi who found Sun and Moon after that scandal, but it was only Jerry.
Moon likes people who could and would kick his butt!
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madamemiz · 11 months
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peak-a-boo :)
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lavenoon · 11 months
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Sometimes you try to prank-scare the new hire and eat dirt instead, but you made them laugh so all is well <3
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naffeclipse · 5 months
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I've been musing over a few thoughts inspired by this ask about a mafia-ish style of Apex Polarity without it being too close to Pearl Eye, and after watching a few videos of Orcas hunting their prey (which included dolphins), landed on a sort of Mafia inspired Apex Polarity AU
Also not to add another Y/N to Orclipse's growing collection but this Y/N is a white-beaked dolphin. Look! They're so beautiful!
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Sirens are cunning, brutal, and take everything with teeth and claws. The strongest kill and maim at a whim. As a siren who's not particularly strong, though incredibly agile, with a tail streamlined and dark gray with white patches, fins curved and mostly black, you're somewhere at the bottom. You're doing your best to survive and avoid trouble. You pick your battles and you pick your escapes, and most importantly, you stay alive.
But then you do something really stupid: you venture where you shouldn't have.
You don't usually swim so far up north but you're hungry, and the thought of a few tasty squids distracts you from the silent waters and vast, blue emptiness. You realize a bit too late that you're not the only one hunting.
You catch the first orca siren in the distance as a dark figure, and then another. Two who immediately cut through the water, charging straight for you like shadows. Though you turn tail and bolt, you quickly spot them in the corner of your vision. They easily keep pace, their size and strength overwhelming as they flank you on both sides, wide grins flashing their deadly teeth. You can hardly look at the mismatched color of their eyes as you dodge and weave, diving down only to be cut off by one with midnight blue colors at the tip of his flukes, and shooting off to the left just to almost be snatched by the black-bone claws of a siren with bright yellow fins framing his head.
They're toying with you. You know that for a fact in how they just barely keep back, corraling you onwards, draining your already spent energy, and picking at your panicking pulse. You have no choice but to avoid the edges of their jaws and the tips of their talons, and swim in the direction they want.
You near a field of ice floes floating on the water, and though you cut into the jagged structures dipping into the sea, the orca sirens never lose you. A desperate need for air pushes you onward. One small drop of hope still burns in your chest. Despite the aching of your muscles, you steal a gulp of oxygen and dip back down once more, charging away—
Only to run smack into a third orca siren.
This one grabs you, his burning red and orange colors filling your vision. The other two orcas join to help their kin keep you in place long enough for you to truly regret ever venturing here. Between the three of what you can only assume are brothers, hands hooked over you shoulders, claws clutching your wrists, and palms pressing into your hips, you're a fish caught in a net.
You brace for a voilent end. It never arrives. Instead of digging into your sweet meat, the sirens offer you a deal. The tips of sharp fingertips trace your jawline and the soft inside of your arms and down your slick tail while they explain.
You keep watch for human ships and report back when they're getting close, and in exchange, you get the best food you can imagine, the entire Arctic Ocean to swim, and anything else you'd like. The best benefit? You're under their protection. Of course, they expect utter loyalty from you. You are no one else's. Failure to devote yourself to this work and the brothers would mean a grisly fate, but hey, you're nothing if not eager to not be torn apart. So you agree.
You have a few questions about this whole arrangement, struggling to understand why they, powerful orca sirens, bother with a smaller fish like you when they could rip you limb from limb and be done. What's with the human ships? Why task you to this? Are you just fodder so they can keep their fins nice and unscabbed? They reassure you that they'll explain in due time (the sunny one booping your nose, much to your chagrin), but for now, all you know to know is that the human ships are a problem, and you are their solution for it. You've never really encountered humans before, but they've never really encountered sirens, or so you thought.
The burning red one lets you go, but you don't slip away too far before he tugs on your flukes and tells you to follow him. It's not a request. The darker blue one leaves for a moment, jetting away as the other two guide you to a nice resting place on an icy shore. They introduce themselves, and then their brother reappears with a squid in hand, half dead, and an insistence that you eat—they could tell during the chase that you didn't have all your energy.
And that's how you unwittingly join a very powerful pod of orca brothers who may or may not be teasing and taunting you simultaneously.
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starrspice · 3 months
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I've been meaning to ask, in the Silent Shanty au, how do Eclipse and Y/n know each other? And why doesn't Y/n remember him?
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Well, they spent a summer together a long time ago.
Eclipse would travel overseas with his father during the summer, and while playing on the beach one afternoon he got swept out to sea by the current. Y/N helped pull him back to shore, and the two played together everyday that summer.
Those summer memories have always held a place in Eclipse’s heart, and he’s spent years trying to find them again. But it was such a long time ago Y/N’s nearly forgotten
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I gave into the little goblins in my head and made another au…( @potatotato-26 blaming you and your droplets au for this because it has infected my brain/pos/silly)
So basically something something Eclipse gets into trouble while doing stuff with Earth and something something happens and poof Eclipse has been reset and is now spilt into three lil baby eclipses
So now Earth has to wrangle the baby eclipses with no idea on what to do and shenanigans and family fluff (with maybe a few sprinkles of angst) ensues
I’m so good at explaining things ik💅 but also struggling with lore surrounding how exactly it happens so uh yeah-
The Eclipse triplets, names & designs all based on different kinds of eclipses cuz yes:
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Total (sweet lil fella, kinda quiet tho)
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Partial (the scrunkly wet-kitten menace, closest to Eclipse in both appearance & personality)
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Annular (the C R E A T U R E )
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Extra doodles under the cut
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sporeclan · 7 months
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SporeClan's first babies!!!! I love them so much
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saelrum · 9 months
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That's, uh... Something 👀
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slttygeto · 1 month
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i love how hanma lovers (including myself) are just a bunch of people forgetting that hes a whole ass criminal and just finding everything he does cute 😭 he stands and it’s immediate “AWWWWWW” from the crowd and him being absolutely confused
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 4 months
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He’s sHY OKAY GIVE HIM A MINUTE
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driftingmoonmenace · 5 months
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Commission I did for @pizzaplexjester a little bit ago! This was a lot of fun to work on! 💕
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