Before the virus, Moon used to carry around a blanket.
Before the virus, Moon would drape it over cold children. Anxious children. Scared children.
It was a simple, blue thing. A cozy shade that looked just as sleepy as the kids who used it.
Before the virus, Moon was happy to lend it. He took good care of the blanket, so any kid that needed one would have one that felt loved and familiar. It was meant to help them feel safe. And it worked.
After the virus, locked away in his own mind, Moon still carries the blanket. He won't share it. He won't let it go. And he doesn't remember or understand why it's so worn and pilled. He just knows he needs it. And he knows he feels safe.
The one stick-on star that still shines through the paint my landlord covered it with is a poem
everyone sending u messages, what’s one more? lol HI FELLOW MOOT HERE 👋🏻 We haven’t talked in a while and I’m not really part/into FNAF enough to join in on the shared interest (don’t see it replacing my current hyperfixation atm 😅) BUT NICE TO SEE YOU STILL BEING CREATIVE AND SHARING ART ❤️❤️❤️ Hope you’ve been well! 😊
HELLO YEYE ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ We still have fandoms in common, I promise! These blorbos just kinda got me......carried away - helped with the artblock. But I'm so happy to see you're still here!!!
decora sunny idk :|
Hunter watching spider-man movies in the human realm and crying because he too keeps losing father figures
Moon, you’re a little too obvious here. Be glad that this Y/N is oblivious
(Sun jealously version here)
how have you been doing healing from your abandonment issues?
lately i’ve been killing people