Day 198 of drawing Papyrus until he cameos in deltarune! Thats a whole little guy! A whole baby bones!! Look at him! I love giving him the silly mouth.
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If you don't think Kit unconsciously gunslinging his mic and Jack noticing it is the cutest shit you've ever seen, then, I don't know what to tell you.
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Sun/Moon/Eclipse as Merms x Sailor Reader AU,, but. Free Baby’d
(also, pls consider. idea: all of them think the baby is theirs bc none of them know how humans make babies so they just assume humans only need to spend time with the one they love the most and bam, baby appears)
Sun: No way, the baby is mine!!!! Look at their smile!!!! It's just like mine!!!
Moon: FALSE they DEFINITELY have my eyes
Eclipse: You're BOTH WRONG,
*three hours of petty squabbling while Reader tries to get baby to go to sleep*
Bonus doodles/silly bs lol
sun, analyzing the evidence (mate has been avoiding him, has made a nest, is currently holding an infant):
sun:
sun: OH MY GOD DID YOU HAVE A BABY????????????????
reader, holding an infant fish they randomly found, panicking trying to figure how to be a fish-parent, worried that their fish friends might try to fucking EAT THE BABY: HUH???
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sailor reader who befriended some mers and now the way they let each other know theyre around is by singing a call-and-response type song and waiting for the other to respond
also eclipse is Big Scary Outside, Tiny Puppy Inside in every au i make, sorry but im right
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Bonus bonus: You are a sailor that can’t swim. Moon takes advantage of this by constantly pulling u into the water so u have to hold onto him. It didn’t go very well the first time tho lol
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you can’t speak to Rem that way!
Moltendreams!AU @.me
og dreamtale @.jokublog
notes under cut.
the swans are a reference to a Brothers Grimm fairytale “The Six Swans” a story about a king who remarries after the death of his wife. the new queen secretly mistreats his children and turns his six sons into swans. his daughter escapes this fate but in order to save her brothers, she must not speak or laugh for six years. in other versions of the story, she must also weave a shirt out of nettle grass for each brother.
**edit as of March 2024, after letting this thing live in my drafts for ages: this art is 2 years old! what the hell
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the rough childhood trio with their childhood pets. (each of these gets a couple sentences of variably cryptic context-- all up for interpretation, of course. in my head these are all bittersweet ^^)
i-chaya wasn't supposed to be at school, technically, but amanda had a talk with the teachers, and they concluded that it was logical to allow i-chaya to continue to accompany spock to school, when his performance showed such marked improvement when she was around.
sometimes, during intervals between lessons, which were always timed precisely for optimal development of social skills, spock would sit cross-legged in a corner of the schoolyard, and i-chaya would sink down onto the red sand beside him and nudge at his cheek with her damp nose, and spock would reach up into her coarse, thick coat and press his forehead into the safety of her fur until the stinging remarks of the other children would melt and fall away in the harsh vulcan sun.
"he's up there in the stars, jamie. whenever you feel like you're on your own, just look up at the night sky and count the stars. he would've been so proud of you."
james tiberius kirk read, once, that pigs were unable to look up at the sky. from then on, he made sure to prop all of the pigs on the farm up every so often, so that they could look at the stars with him. for his birthday, his mother knit him two matching sweaters with stars on the chest-- one for him, and the other for wilbur (the grandpiglet of the sow she tripped over a decade ago).
bones was raised, essentially, by the large, calico barncat who lived on the mccoys' farm. she had not been named, and she wouldn't let anyone else touch her-- only bones.
when he was a baby, she curled up beside him in his crib with her tail around his ankle to stop him from crawling out and hurting himself.
when he got older, on difficult days, she would grab him by the sock and drag him to the old rocking chair in the attic and curl up on his lap and bite at his fingers until he could bring himself to pet her, and then she would purr and purr as he stroked through her warm, soft fur and rocked himself better in the big rocking chair. if anyone tried to drag bones away, she would hiss and yowl and bat vehemently at the intruding hands until he could be left alone.
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Netflix I'm in your walls
No I AM mourning AND I will hold funerals for the netflix execs
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