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[thatropoenthusaist]

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[naffeclipse]

Ecdysis

Reader x Naga!Sun & Naga!Moon

Commission Info

I'm so excited to present @crazedauthor's naga boys from their fic Coiled Around the Fine Line Between Love and Fear! They requested some TLC with Sun needing to shed, and a nervous but willing Y/N to help with the process! Enjoy!

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The jungle heat has driven you into the cool depths of the cave Sun and Moon have made into their home, and you are content to steal a few moments without the nagas overtaking the space with the muscular coils of their bodies. It’s not often that you find yourself alone. Moon especially would have taken to the back of the cave to hunker in the dark to find some rest, but he is not here, blearily peering a red eye at you. Neither is Sun. He is quick to attend to your needs and fuss over you, but not at this moment.

Strange. You rub your arms and sit anxiously in the solitude. You’ve grown used to their presence, even if you have not settled comfortably into their nature. Snakes have never been your favorite—which is an understatement. 

It is not long that splashing fills the air, and you tilt your head towards its source. There’s a watering hole, a small, clear pond not too far from the cave. Though the splashing does not echo with violence, it continues in struggling, lapping sounds against your ears. 

Curiosity pricks you. Despite your better judgement, you carefully poke your head from the cave and the stirring of water grows. It wouldn’t involve your nagas, would it? Who else could it be? An answer that both terrifies and propels you, inch by inch, out of the cavern mouth and into the boiling humidity that takes the jungle by its throat. 

Insects buzzes and speed past your head. You slap a hand against your neck to squish a tiny flying creature. Lush green vines hang and drape, almost catching the corner of your shoulder as you tiptoe towards the water source. A dozen possibile worse case scenarios fill your head at what is battering and swashing the water. 

You come to a natural, leafy barrier between the pond and yourself, and when you dare to pull the thick frondy curtains back, you breathe out softly. 

Inside of the pond, hanging at the edge of dry land, is Sun. The naga’s golden scales sparkle in their wet sheen and almost burn a molten gold in the sunlight. His tail dips deeper into the pond, and he squirms in an odd manner, his arms reaching around his body as if to scratch an itch he can’t quite reach with the wicked curve of his claws. His expression, much like his name, warms when his flower-blue eyes catch you peering at his bathing.

“Friend!” Sun’s hissing joy startles you, and you almost turn on your heels and bolt back to the cave for some sense of safety and a refuge from the heat now soaking against your body, but you blush too fiercely to think of escape. Is he bathing? Moon doesn’t seem to mind water but Sun hasn’t dipped into it as much, or at least, from what you’ve seen. 

“Are you alright?” you ask, stepping into the open to brush away your embarrassment at being caught like a peeping tom. You aren’t sure if this is intrusive, but Sun rests his arms on the lush grass on the edge of the pond and looks up to you with a wide smile, even if there is a tight, uncomfortable pinch around his eyes.

“Oh, yes, I’ve never been better,” he chirps like one of the bright and dancing birds that so often search for mates among the boughs of the jungle trees. It does not keep, however, as he begins twisting his hands. His shoulders tense and squirm up and down, as if trying to wiggle out of a rather tight shirt that’s been pinching and rubbing. “Well, I could use some help, if you wouldn’t mind?”

Your stomach clenches but a niggling curiosity takes hold. 

“What is it?” You take a step forward, nearing the watery edge. A slight waft of coolness from the pond entices you closer still.

Sun’s petal like adornments about his face seem to flutter slightly, his expression enticing but careful as he asks, “I’m shedding, and it is very difficult removing the old skin from my back. I could wait, but that would take some time, and it’s not very comfortable. Would you be so kind as to lend a hand?”

Shedding. Your skin crawls with the idea of removing a layer of yourself, but theirs is not human flesh, is it? Not to mention how… intimate it appears. The experience would only be one of nagas, and you’re not certain how much of that you can entertain.

You peer closer to Sun and study how soft and lighter his face and shoulders appear. Peeking just behind his back is a sheath of scales, translucent and pale yellow, now clinging to the top of his back like a caplet. He’s in the midst of removing an old, too small layer.

You gulp slightly. You wring your hands.

“I’m not sure…” 

You shudder with the presence of other eyes upon you. With the awareness of a small prey animal, you snap your head to a cluster of trees overhanging a side of the pond not a few steps from where you and Sun converse. Tucked into the emerald grass, coiled tight and laying upon his folded arms, is Moon. 

His red eyes glint lazily over you. A yawn stretches forth, exposing fangs before the naga settles back into his cozy position, further enshrouded by his hood-like covering. His blue scales shimmer like starlight in the shadows of the tree. It’s not often you see him outside of the cave during daylight.

He was watching you the whole time, and you almost missed him. You ignore another shudder down your spine.

“Why not have Moon help you?” It would be better that a naga help another naga, right? You wouldn’t know where to begin, even if it is… intriguing to consider such a process.

“Moon can never get Sun up in the dead of night to help with his shedding,” Moon hisses with an oily snark.

You screw up your expression at his use of third-person, but Sun lashes his tail. The water ripples violently against the edges. 

“I have done no such thing, Moon,” he shrilly declares.

The blue naga’s mouth curls up at the corners in a wicked smile, so teasing and terrible, as he aims it directly at you. You’re forced to look away, fighting a creeping blush.

Taking a deep breath, you study Sun as he turns back to you. His upper body moves stiffly, caught in a vice that must be constricting. You find the line upon his chest where he started working down, the fresh, shiny new scales shimming like gold plates in the sunlight, but the old layer clings to him like dust, like decay. 

You draw hands over your own arms, imagining how terrible it would be, and pluck courage from somewhere deep within you to dare venture to the water’s edge. 

“I’ll see what I can do,” you say softly.

“Excellent.” Sun’s sissing joy leaps nearly out of the pond, but he moves slowly, so unlike his energetic self to present his back to you. The brilliant orange and yellow hues to his scaly spine are dulled by old scales ready to be lifted away. 

Slowly, ignoring the muddy heat and the slight dampness as you sit at the pond’s lapping edge, you feel Sun’s careful gaze upon you from the corner of his eyes. His big blue gaze peers carefully, hopefully, as he gently glides himself into your reach. The back of his hips nearly bump against your knees that you must hold tight to keep from bouncing at the anxiety-inducing closeness which you now have with a shedding naga. Another stare holds heavy upon you from the darkness underneath the cluster of trees, which is more difficult to ignore.

But the first peelings of the old skin clearly hang about the middle of Sun’s shoulder blades. There, they seem to agitate and remain unpurged from his scales. The strangeness is that you can see the pattern of his overlapping scales in the old skin. The impression of the design of life. Fresh, gleaming scales wait underneath with a soft, almost polished quality to them, waiting to emerge and harden into what they are meant to be.

“What do I do?” you half-whisper. 

“Carefully pull the shed down and away from my body,” he instructs, “Don’t yank, simply ease it back.”

You nod and carefully take hold of the smooth yet cold, lifeless skin. In order to not gross yourself out with too detailed an understanding of exactly what you’re doing, you begin to tug the layer down Sun’s spine.

The flesh gently gives way. You hear the slight sound of the skin separating, and you stop once in horror that you might have hurt Sun. He gives no indication save for a slight fluttering of his petal-like rays upon his head. He seems to hold his breath.

“Keep going,” he says slightly strained, “You’re doing great.”

“Are you sure?” You do not feel the same. “Does it hurt?”

“Oh no,” he says but it comes a bit rough from his throat, as if he’s dying to unsheath himself from this old form. “It feels rather wonderful, actually. Please, continue.”

At that, you realize that he is in dire need of relief, and you peel down the shed further, moving past his shoulder blades and almost midway down his back before Sun gives a deeper, rumbling sigh than you have ever heard from the naga. You nearly startle and stop. A great length of shed is now dangling from his back, and you marvel at the intrinsic back muscles lining the naga’s body. He’s lithe and shining and golden. Beautiful.

“Distracted, are we?” Moon hisses from the shadows.

You almost tear Sun’s shed in your hands from the quip, and though you burn in the face from the comment, you regain your composure enough to follow Sun’s urging to continue.

“Go a little slower,” Sun says, rising up to meet the demand of you pulling lower and lower, “Careful now. It’s best to not tear the shed. Take hold of it with both hands—yes, like that. Hold close to where the scales are separated from my body. There. That’s it… Oh, that’s wonderful.”

Sun hums a hissing, delightful sound. A great shiver overtakes the naga, and you carefully watch the shed grow in length. The once glorious layer that decorated Sun falls away, and a new, glinting  and soft set emerges. 

You never thought nagas could be so beautiful.

It must feel nice the further and further you go down his tail. Sun moves with you, allowing you to stay seated while gingerly peeling off the shedded scales. He works in time, going down the front of his person as you work his back, ridding himself of old and tight scales. He must feel brand new. Like he took a dazzling shower and scrubbed all of the flakes from his person. 

“Why do you shed?” you ask quietly, not realizing that you now stand in the cool water up to your knees, bending over the shining middle of Sun’s long, serpentine tail. 

“We do so for growth,” Sun hums, very pleased and relieved as you take several more inches of old scales from his body. “Our bodies need more room constantly, both in our environment and our scales.”

He sighs deeply, and you find yourself smiling.

“You look brand new. Like a gold bar.”

He perks up, now leaning against the pond’s edge, resting his arms against the bank while you pull the old scales from his form.

“Thank you.”

You don’t know if he knows what a gold bar is, but he seems content. There are more scales to peel and his tail is long and sleek in the pond water. Sun is good to keep still save for when he pushes his tail closer into your hands while you gently pull down and away, and move to the next section, forming a ring down the muscular thickness of his tail. 

The very tip of his body wiggles slightly as you near the end, as if he can’t endure the anticipation of being entirely free from the old, worn, and tight scales. 

It’s a bit hypnotizing. Perhaps you don’t have to fear so much when you have work to do with your hands. Or perhaps it might be another ability of the nagas. You don’t dare ask. 

Sun didn’t ask you to go this far, but by the time you remember such a detail, you have reached the very end of his tail. 

A breath leaves Sun, the naga sighing happily before he straightens. Gathering the shedded scales that now float along the surface of the pond, he gently picks the last of the old scales. You watch as his tail is born anew in the coolness of the pond. The translucent scales are gathered neatly in Sun’s hands. A whole mass that seems so much bigger until Sun disposes of the shedding on the grass. The wet layer deflated, and what once fit around the entire naga is now thin and lifeless. 

Beautiful and strange. You are finding that most things are.

“Thank you,” Sun breathes.

“I’m glad I could help.” You smile shyly before waddling back to your spot on the edge of the pond. With legs blissfully cool, you sit in the sunshine and listen to the chitters of insects, and admire Sun. A serpent so unlike any being you have ever experienced. 

“Brand new,” he echoes as he returns to you. His smile is wide, showing the tips of his fangs, but your heart only somersaults a little in your chest. “I do feel wonderful. I don’t suppose you humans experience anything like that?”

“Shedding? No,” you shake your head quickly, then chuckle softly. “We do regrow our skin cells, but not all at once. It happens in little flakes so small that we don’t notice most of the time.”

Sun hopes as he nears you. Holding carefully still, you watch his hand take your arm, and gently draw his tapered fingertips against your skin. Softly, he watches as white, ashy lines appear, and he muses before rubbing away the particles with his thumb.

“Fascinating.” He lifts his gaze. “It is only a shame I can’t return the favor.”

“Oh, there’s no need,” you quickly promise. “Really, you seem comfortable and happy. That’s all that matters.”

Sun’s eyes tighten slightly, but his smile doesn’t waver. Inching closer, Sun laps his arms upon your lap and rests his head. You stop breathing as the naga drapes off of your knees and into the water. There, he remains, and you cannot help but touch one of the petals upon his head with wonder. 

When you lift your eyes, you find Moon’s sleepy gaze watching you. For once, he seems content to rest. Perhaps you did a well enough job of helping his brother to not earn another tease from the blue naga.

[zampop2]

Mirrors am I right ...

[achickennamedcheese]

ghod

[pngjester]

just little things abt this ep and just about Moon character all together-

SPOILERS

Hearing Moon finally admit hes terrified about something is so relieving bro. Even if its to himself

The main emotions he'll ever admit to is anger, sadness, and confusion. Even then it takes a minute for him to admit it. He seems to also find comfort in animals when hes crying. He reminds me of a sheep in wolves clothing everytime I watch an episode that revolves around him.

3:28 , I think the main reason of this was because pets are known to sense when someones feeling down or anything of the sorts. One wrong move that even hints at sadness, animals know. Especially cats. So he tries to avoid them and not have pets draw attention to him.

Also, 12:39 , reminds me of when he said "I try to be whatever anybody needs me to be" in "Sun RUNS AWAY...?!?!". Its honestly kinda nice to see that starting to show a lot more in this episode. Moon can deny it all he wants but at the end of the day he is some sort of people pleaser when it comes to family and friends. He cares so deeply and feels so much it destroys him internally.

13:35 , Moon clearly didn't care if he lived or died before all of this. He accepted death way before like hes standing on this line waiting to be blown one way or the other. Now that he has so much to lose, so much to leave behind, he wants to live. He has purpose in life now. He's got a son, a pet, brothers, a sister, four friends that he'd die for, its not worth putting his life on the line for some dumb decisions anymore. One wrong move and he loses everything he worked so hard to earn.

11:59 - 16:56 , This whole conversation, Moon held back tears. He hadn't started crying before because the door was wide open, anyone could see him and coddle him but he doesn't wish to be coddled. Maybe because he felt forced to "grow up", to not be the one coddled but to be the one coddling others. He was already labeled as the smart one, the "older" one, the one that fixes the problems. Then the MOMENT Carmine walked out, he broke down Infront of the animals. The animals he said he didn't like. They provided him a sort of comfort now that he's let out his feelings.

9:06 - 10:01 , THIS shows how much Moon has grown. Back then, if this had happened, there's a 79% chance that Moon would do it. Give someone else the problem. Now? He refuses to do so because he doesn't want someone to lose their memories aswell, doesn't want someone to not make their own new memories, not do the same thing he did to Sun. Never again. He doesn't wish for anyone to be in his shoes and it shows a lot more each episode.

He loves so much and feels so much it always comes out way too little to the point others might think its mixed signals. He bottles so much up it comes off as an attack. He forgets to the point it becomes a weapon and a death trap.

I love Moon so much its not even funny anymore guys.

[yourstrulynobody]

[ " Ocean Terror. " DCA mermay comic , 2/2 — part 1 ]

The two of them suddenly hit and laid on a curved surface, but it wasn't the ocean's floor. Rather it was a set of hands in a cupping position that rose them high enough to enter the surface of the ocean, and Sun gasped for air.

"Sunny!" Moon sighed of relief, crying as he held Sun closer. He unconsiously sent out multiple pulses, but that wasn't his priority.

"Moony..!" Sun choked out, dazed but happily returned the pulses—just a bit weaker than Moon's, but good enough.

The waves began to dance as a silhouette drew near and surfaced, revealing a giant. He was maybe a few 100 feet taller with similar features from both brothers; sharper rays and fins, more stringers, and a fiery color mixed with void. His eyes and arms had two extra sets that Moon doubted he needed considering his size and what he could only assume as immense strength that came with it.

A Taiten.

A myth. A legend. A story. Just before them. Holding them.

Even creatures like them didnt believe in a Taitens existence, but now they do.

The Taiten extended one sharp claw towards them, being so careful not to touch their delicate bodies as it tore the net almost immediately at the contact. Lifting the ruined trap, he draws it into his mouth and starts to chew—the bastard can eat nets like it was just any other smaller fish.

Smaller fish like them to him.

Moon didnt dare loosen his grip on Sun, but knew that trying to threaten the Taiten wouldn't be any good either. As scary as it was to be in front of a story, Moon was thankful he hadn't seen Sun implode. Maybe it was better off to be eaten by someone larger than you than die at deep lengths.

The Taiten vibrated, sending out a rather weak and slow pulse towards them, almost like it was... comforting them?

Sun was the first to return it, though because of his state, his pulse was incredibly weak, so neither were even sure the Taiten had felt it. Moon swallowed down his fear and sent out his own pulse, one almost as strong as the last he sent earlier that caught its attention.

The Taiten was silent as it sunk itself into the water, leaving only his upper eyes visible.

"I don't eat those similar to my kind." The giant said, a sense of relief washing over the two. "Sailors, weren't they?"

The duo remained silent as Moon nodded weakly at the question.

"Tell me where you last saw them," he slowly sunk his hands in the water by a bit, letting the duo's tails soak in it to get a bit of energy. "I shall deal with them. I am not too fond with sailors nowadays and before."

Just how old was this Taiten?

"It... I-it was last here." Moon recalled. "I guess it left long ago.."

The Taiten tilted its head, and that was enough to make the waves swing harshly. "Which direction were they headed?"

Moon looked around to see any pinpoints before he pointed to his left. "That way."

The Taiten sighed and nodded.

Sun suddenly coughed, his numb fingers clawing into Moon's skin with little to no damage done. Moon nuzzled his head against Sun's, letting out a soft pulse that questioned if he was okay, and Sun sent out a softer pulse to reassure his brother yet still confirmed he was in no good state.

Moon knew Sun wouldn't be able to swim for a good few days after all the pressure he received, making all that training to get Sun to swim useless. Moon looked over to the Taiten almost helplessly—begging.

Said Taiten looked at Sun pitifully before speaking. "Theres a river I know that he can lay rest in. Awanis like him can adapt to water change fast, no?"

Sun nodded wearily, drifting to sleep.

"Let the Awanis rest."...

...He begun to slowly move his hands, dragging the two with him in a careful pace. "I can assure you that I'll watch over the two of you as best as I can; no sort of hunter shall lay their hands on you."

Moon continued to hold Sun, confused yet comforted at the kind gesture. But he had to know one more thing...

"I—I'm Moon... this is my brother Sun." He introduced themselves slowly. "And you are...?"

"Eclipse." He nodded as if to bow down. "What a coincidence."

Moon was silent before he let out a dry chuckle. "Hm. Thank you, Eclipse."

Eclipse extended one thumb towards Moon, rubbing his head slowly which caused Moon to involuntarily lean into it. "No need for it."

[yourstrulynobody]

(Draft from all the way back in March)

[" OCEAN TERROR " DCA MERMAY CONTENT, PART 1 ~ PART 2 ]

(NOT TSAMS!!!)

(Note: I am a writer but not exactly good at it, so expect some bad and cringe writing incoming👍)

Moon thrashed and clawed at the thick net that hugged he and Sun's bodies close, but it was useless. If only he could use half of his potential then he would have broken out, but with Sun around so close to him, he knew this risk would be fatal for his brother who was a different species from him.

The deeper they sunk, the more desperate Moon became.

His fins and stingers tensed and straightened, trying to penetrate the net at least a little bit just for a small spark of hope—just so he could have a false sense that Sun would be alive by the end of this.

Awanis like Sun aren't made for deep water. Just the 1,000 feet of the Twilight Zone made Sun hurt and swim back up frantically.

So now that they were so close to entering the midnight zone, how could Sun live?

He couldn't. That was the answer.

Bawsins like Moon have the ability to store fat and use it as soon as they hit the deeper levels, so he was fine; he had no reason to worry.

Yet he yelled and fought.

He yelled and fought for his brother who had passed out by then, his body unable to take the pressure that kept building.

He couldn't lose Sun like this.

He couldn't lose Sun to some stupid sailors.

No.

For the Leviathan's sake—he couldn't lose his brother to some sailors!

Moon writhe in the net a bit harder, his claws digging into the trap as best he could. He even chewed on the net just to try break it, but it didn't work. Still, he had to keep trying.

When he raised his hand to claw on the net again, he caught the glimpse of Sun's transparent rays. Looking over, he saw how much in pain Sun looked even now that his body shut down.

It hurt to see him like this.

Moon dedicated his life into protecting his brother who had been traumatized by another group of sailors years ago; he tried everyday to cheer him up and it thankfully worked as Sun was the happiest fish he knew.

That trip to the surface was suppose to be healing—Sun was suppose to heal, but he got hurt more.

What kind of brother was Moon to have let this happen?

A bad one as it was made clear.

"I'm sorry." Moon sobbed, choking on his words. "I'm so sorry, Sunny."

He let go of the net and did his best to wrap his arms around his brother for an embrace he wished Sun returned. "Please wake up..." He begged, his stingers lowering. "Please—please, Sunny, just wake up."

No answer.

Moon whimpered and let out a pulse, one he used to often communicate with Sun from far distances. He let it out directly on Sun's rays, causing them to sway a bit at the action.

He continued to sob and let out pulses he wished Sun would give back in an attempt to savor the last moments he'd have with his brother.

Just a few more moments, just a 1,000 feet more and they'll be entering the Twilight Zone with a pressure Sun could not handle.

He let out another desperate pulse, one louder than the ones before, just to try wake his—

The pulse was returned.

But it wasn't Sun.

That pulse was too big and loud for it to be Sun. If it was Sun, Moon would've felt him vibrate, but Sun continued to be motionless in his arms.

"Awanis aren't suppose to be here, especially one as lanky as he." Grumbled an irritated voice from below them. "And you, Buwsin, are far too ambitious to enter so deep."

[xitsensunmoon]

tw: eyestrain

Do yall want some good fish soup

Also the bg on the first one is just a game screenshot

[raecreativearts]

They found the oversized novelty mug in one of the lockers in the breakroom. Fits Sun perfectly though! (Based on an actual mug I found at the mall) 😂

[raecreativearts]

Lol they are so funny gosh darn it! 😂

I need one with an overworked Sun on the front ☀️ and a nightshift security guard Moon! 🌜

[p4nishers]

i really think if more people knew being aromantic was an option the world would be a better place

[lelif]

on survival

-// @aridante // @orivu // @buzzkillgirls // ? // ? // richard siken// @cemeterything // moomin, tove jansson// @disenchanted-killjoy // isn't that enough, shawn mendes// @ prettytheyswag on twitter// @ coletyumuch on twitter// ? // ? // bird by bird, anne lamott// undertale// @strawberrycircuits

[macholatcho]

Artfight intermission drawings lol

[poobit]

new brush pack !

Stroke, splat and square brushes.

zipfile can be downloaded here -> (X) 

file includes these two pics, a terms of use text file, and both .MDB and .MDP files (includes blending brush)!

reblog if you plan on using !

[yourstrulynobody]

I need to draw these two happy together, especially after todays SAMS ep, at least once before shit goes down tomorrow (its said to be the Overseer's first appearance! Davis and Reed said it last stream I think?)

Moon's quote is from "Moon's BREAKING POINT in VRchat" at 9:59—Sun's quote is at 9:40 of SAMS newest ep :3

[imconfusedallthetimehelp]

Grace: *does something*

Rocky: "why Grace so 🎶🎶🎶 stupid. Question."

Grace: "Excuse me buddy?"

Rocky: "...🎶🎶🎶 stupid. Hmm. Need word."

Grace: "...what does it mean?"

Rocky: "Meant add strength to word. But some Eridians think also .....rude"

Grace: "So a swear word. I'm not giving you the human word for that."

Rocky: "Why not. Question."

Grace: "Because this human thinks they are rude too."

Rocky: "Do not be little 🎶🎶🎶 Grace. Give Rocky human swear word."

[francyangely]

been thinking about how often carme drops in on the celestials unannounced …and moon who never bats an eye at this… (old doodle)

taking it and running with a hc🏃‍♀️

carme who’s bored and has nothing in his schedule, portaling to moons room and waiting patiently in the dark until he’s off work. he doesn’t like being alone with his thoughts so he buries himself in the covers and naps to make time go by faster (weirdo😭/silly).

[flufffydestroyer]

[michtheclown]

Bwuh