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Past Your Bedtime

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One infected gremlin later, a corrupted security guard is regretting every decision they’ve ever made.

Hi, I’ve joined the scrap heap, I love these idiots, someone help me.

Hard Work / Hardly working?

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He’s going to steal your phone and play the Gummi Bear song on a loop.

Continued here~

Companion Sun here~

Bop Goblin

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Told you.

Continued from this~

You Like Jazz?

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It’s just easier letting Sun have it. He’s…persistent.

Companion Moon here~

(Sometimes) It’s Sour

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Two whole gremlins.

Part 2: Here

I’m calling this verse A Little Night Music

(Sometimes) It’s Sweet

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Two whole babes.

Part 1: Here

Song: Low Spark of High Heeled Boys by Traffic

A Little Night Music

Firsts

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The meet-cute. After a whole five hours of itchy neck, falling novelty cups, bursting lightbulbs and ominous tinkling bells, he finally comes to say hello. Sharing is caring, friend~

A Little Night Music

A Little Night Music

Moon/Sun x Reader

This is the beginning of the companion fic to go with my ALNM AU. It’s gonna be a collection of moments. I've spent a stupid amount of time crafting playlists for the offical soundtrack to this madness. Every chapter will be accompanied by a song that revolves around a character in the chapter. It’s not lyric fic, just driven by music~

Music is the great translator. Maybe it can be enough.

A Little Night Music

This is just one of the games that we play;

So I’ll sing you a new song 🎶

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The gang’s all here~

I’m fleshing out the outline of this story that I didn’t expect to become a story. There’s lots of comics on the horizon because I can’t very well help myself apparently. It started with one song, I can’t. These playlists have gotten so long lolol what’s self control, idk~

Story’s up on ao3! Here~

Interlude: Thanks, Buddy

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Making friend-shaped pals~

The boys have opinions.

Interlude: The Sign

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Part 1 of 3; Part 2

Interlude: The Sign, pt. 2

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Part 1 , Part 2 (you’re here!), Part 3 (soon)

See comic under the cut:

Slowly Learning (That Life Is Okay)

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A Little Night Music AU

I’m still writing it, never fear, it’s just slow going. I have this habit of writing completely out of order—especially since this story is based in music, and my song fixations are fickle AF.

(Excerpt from a far-away chapter) We’re Talking Away:

Moon stared at your phone—but to your dismay, he didn’t move to take it. For a moment, you were afraid Sun had been wrong—that not even this kind of olive branch would work.

When he finally moved, you nearly jerked back. He paused. Watching you. Reading you. Moon touched down onto the carpet. Then, he touched the phone at last. And he scrolled. For the longest thirty seconds of your life.

When his hand slid from the device, you frowned at his selection. It was the track you’d been looping since your talk with Sun. He’d been listening.

“…You sure? You’re not bored of this one yet?”

His eyelights shuttered briefly. Then nothing. If you didn’t know any better, you could have mistaken him for an elaborate art installation; standing like a mannequin in the neon light. His stillness in these moments still unnerved you just enough. Which was likely their intention, regardless of the fragile bridges you were rebuilding.

He lifted a hand—the lack of bells nearly startling you; an unpleasant reminder of how you got to this point. But you didn’t flinch. You promised. You waited.

Moon’s faceplate rotated, slowly, the gears clicking mutely. And slowly, gently, his fingers touched the edge of your phone again.

Tap. Tap.

You huffed.

“You’re the boss.”

You hit play.

As the first wave of synth drums pulsed in your fingers, Moon lifted off the ground once more. He regarded you, ever silent—his eyelights glowing across your face. You searched for words. Something, anything, to keep this moment from ending—to delay Moon from taking off into the dark again.

And then he’s soaring. Twisted up in that cable like aerial silk, swinging, tinny laughter floating over the familiar synthesized music. Something in your chest unclenched. You couldn’t help a smile as he passed just a bit too close, brushing your shoulder, the point of his hat nearly hitting your chin. He twirled, hooking the wire around his foot, and swung by again. Like he’s remembering how to fly.

Show off.