#moon moms

[phararaph]

Domestic Otohan and lil Imogen on a quick errand to the market.

Commission I did a while ago for @mehoymalloy. Inspired by her 'Moon Moms' AU series -> Nobody on AO3!

[mehoymolloy]

Since Mr. Mercer won't tell me shit about the Taloned Highlands, I made it up myself!

(ie: I spent my long weekend fleshing out some of the my world-building for the Moon Moms series, and I regret nothing).

Photos from Unsplash.

[inomakani]

Temult Cottage Floor Plan

So my amazing friend @mehoymalloy has this amazing Moon Moms AU where Liliana Temult and Otohan Thull raise Imogen from her youth. I ended up doing some floor plan designs for the Temult Cottage! Enjoy~

The key tells you what each color means. The colors are not realistic, but instead coded to make it easy to distinguish materials.

I hope you enjoy!

[donaldtheduckdad]

Della and Selene would be such fun/irresponsible mothers, though. They build trap gauntlets for the babies to crawl through and take them on outings in flying chariots and poor Donald is having a heart attack while Storkules is cheering them on.

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH.

Della and Selene being fun/irresponsible moms, through and through! Chaotic, daring and fun-loving. They always take the babies with them on their trips in Selene’s chariot or Della’s plane; and letting the babies crawl around without seat belts on? Super OK with that. Letting toddler Dewey “drive” the chariot? Cool with it! Pranking Donald into thinking that the boys were cursed by an ancient baby rattle? They can’t stop laughing. And Storkules is definitely cheering them on, being similarly irresponsible while taking care of HDL (He asked Donald once if he can juggle with the children, and Donald agreed only to realise that HE LITERALLY MEANT JUGGLING WITH THE KIDS.)

Poor Donald, he feels like the only responsible grown-up person around sometimes.

[mehoymolloy]

For this thing (this is gonna be 4 words I am sorry)- Imogen wants a cat, with kid!imogen and either of the moon moms, please!

Cute request!! And here ya go!

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Liliana cranes her neck to peek over the wall from the inside of Sarge’s stall, pausing with the brush against the horse’s thick, muscular neck.

Imogen sits cross-legged on the dusty floor of the center aisle, splitting a piece of straw into thinner and thinner strips as she stares into an unoccupied stall—as least unoccupied by any horses.

She has been hoping to coax a very protective mama cat into letting her near the pile of squirming kittens nestled into hay in the far corner of the stall, displaying a remarkable amount of patience for a seven-year-old. Thirty minutes later, she’s still there, unmoved and still just as intensely-focused.

Liliana, who has been bustling around the barn, finishing up small tasks, pauses to squeeze Imogen’s shoulder.

“It’s time to go home, Smidge.”

Imogen heaves a sigh before slowly pushing herself to stand, staring longingly into the stall.

“But I wanted to see the kitties…” she says forlornly. “You said we could take one home if the mama cat let me close enough to pet.”

Liliana had said that precisely because she knew the cat would never let Imogen anywhere near the litter, and she could only endure the constant repetition of ‘Can we please have a kitty, Mama?’ so many times.

She feels very marginally guilty about that right about now.

Bending down, Liliana wraps her arms around Imogen’s shoulders. “I know, baby, but it looks like that ain’t happening today. Maybe tomorrow.” She gives her a quick hug, before finishing up her tasks.

It’s only once Liliana holds the barn door open and glances back, opening her mouth to call Imogen, that she sees the girl standing halfway down the aisle.

Her arms are wrapped tight beneath the front legs of a large, orange tomcat—so big that while his head is tucked beneath Imogen’s chin, the paws of his hind legs brush the ground slightly, fluffy belly exposed at it slumps in Imogen’s grasp.

“What about this one?” Imogen asks hopefully.

“Immy, I don’t think Mr. Marmalade there would ever forgive me if I took him away from his barn,” Liliana says with a wiry smile, trying not to laugh as a long tail tangled with debris lashes back and forth, betraying the otherwise incredibly patient cat’s irritation.

Imogen pouts but doesn’t argue, slowly letting the cat slide free from her arms.

Tolerable as ever, Mr. Marmalade allows the girl a single stroke of his slightly tangled fur before he slinks further into the barn to continue sussing out any troublesome vermin.

[mehoymolloy]

Held

(Critical Role; Imogen Temult & Liliana Temult & Otohan Thull)

Have a spur of the moment Moon Moms one-shot, inspired by @lavender-temult's weekly "Put Imogen and Otohan in a Box Friday" art. I truly never thought I'd write a sick fic but here we are!

Link embedded in the title and the photo~

[mehoymolloy]

Y'all already know I'm a nerd but I wanted to emphasize just how much of a nerd I am by bragging on something I'm really proud of: the Moon Moms section of my writing program. It's got it all, folks!

[Receipts! Proof! Timelines! Screenshots! Fucking Everything!]

From researching potential geography, climates, and crop cycles for the Taloned Highlands, to planning birthdays based on the lunar cycles, I've had a stupid amount of fun creating this AU.

Also, shoutout to @inomakani for recommending Obsidian (writing program), using her techy wizardry to customize it to fit my needs, brainstorming all the details of the Temult cottage with me, and then literally creating the entire floor plan to boot just cause.

[mehoymolloy]

The brain is just not cooperating today, but here's a cute and silly lil moment between Imogen and Otohan in a new Moon Moms WIP.