moon

Oshis:

Nagisa Ran (enstars)

Jinguji Ren (utapri)

Leona Kingscholar (twst)

Malleus Draconia (twst)

Sylus (LADs)

Rafayel (LADs)

Yume Ships:

Moon/Nagisa: #NagiMoon

Moon/Zuko: #Zuko and his idiot wife

Moon/Leona: #MouseLion

Current Fandoms:

TWST

Vocaloid

Pokemon

Ensemble Stars

LADs

Fandoms I will write for:

TWST

FMA/B

I have no real hard limits, and tbh I do not mind writing NSFW, so I'd strongly suggest minors to DNI. I do typically enjoy fluff though, so if it's not a request I'll probably keep writing fluff hehe

Tags to Pay attention to:

#yuu moon- this has all art and info on my yuu sona!

#art / #my art - All of my art!

Thank you~!

made his scar out of felt, freehand cut it out based purely on vibes, and this is my first project using tacky glue as opposed to sewing things down so he got put into "pincushion jail" while I waited to see how the glue adhered down and hoped with my entire heart to not have to use hot glue (me and hot glue have NEVER got along)

the underside of him at this point was VERY dangerous

I let him be on thursday night and had every intention to check on him Friday afternoon before I went into work but i was too invested in my breakfast of pizza so he actually sat for like 36 hours lol but the glue worked!! no hot glue battling for me~

before I get into the stuffing and decreases i wanted to get all the head details done, so tonight I spent about 6 hours on his hair (which i free handed!) and im very happy with it!

One afternoon, while you were perusing the Royal Library, you found an interesting, aged book on various crafts of noble ladies and artisans. Of course there was embroidery, sewing, painting, but what really caught your eye was the intricate pieces from a craft called Crochet. The way the threads were woven together enthralled you in a way you couldn't possibly resist. So, you spent the rest of the day, figuring out how you yourself could participate in such a craft. You went into town (at the grumblings of your darling protective husband,) and met with a few artisans that helped you get a good baseline of how to pick up the craft.

Your husband Zuko was always somewhere near you, and kept you quite busy even on top of your duties as his spouse. So, during small moments of peace, you picked up the craft. It was easy enough to get the items you needed, you went to the market near the palace and got some beautiful hand dyed thick thread, some flame blasted hooks, and sat near the turtle ducks pond in the palace gardens. When you first started, Zuko had come out of a council meeting, looking for you. He missed you. He stood in the entrance to the right of you, completely taken aback. His partner, his beautiful, awe inspiring partner looked like they came from heaven. The sunlight filtered across your face, splattering across your cheeks in speckles like gold. The way yours brows furrowed as you pulled the hook through every stitch made his heart clench in his chest. It was one of the most beautiful sights Zuko had ever seen in his life. Rivaled only by your wedding day.

"What are you up to?" He finally spoke, stepping up beside you with a smile on his face.

You looked up from your project, a soft smile on your lips, and set the project down on your lap.

"Have you ever heard of crocheting, my love?"

Zuko sat down on the grass beside you, bending a knee as he watched you with devoted eyes. "In passing, though I can't say I know much about it. Is that what you're doing?"

You smiled, looking down at the beginnings of a coaster for his desk, a small circle of a dark red. It was simple, but you were only just starting. It was only natural that you'd want to make something for your beloved Fire Lord husband.

"It is. I found a book on it in the library a while ago, and fell in love with how it looks." You lifted up the circle to the light, the sunlight highlighting some of the fibers. "It's a little much to grasp at first… But I think I'm getting the hang of it."

Zuko wasn't a poet. He couldn't find the proper words to describe the ethereal scene before him, nor did he quite understand what you were making. But, the iron focus you'd had while working on it before his arrival filled his chest with a warmth he simply couldn't argue with. He draped an arm across your shoulder, and looked out at the pond of the turtle ducks.

"If it makes you happy, then that's all I truly need to know. I can't wait to see what beautiful things you create." He leaned his head against you, closing his eyes. He was content to just be beside you as you worked.

Quite a few months passed, and your side of your shared room was littered with all sorts of thread, scraps, hooks, and many different projects. You'd made matching coasters for you and Zuko (which he used religiously), A pillow that sat on your shared bed, and even a shawl for your robes. You had just finished the shawl, and were trying it on when Zuko walked into the shared room.

He had been so very tired, the ministers arguing about grain taxes of all things, until he saw you. You were standing in front of the full length mirror, posing with the red and orange shawl, testing out how it looked from different angles. Zuko smiled, and walked up to you, putting his hands on your hips, and nuzzling his head into your soft hair.

"You've been getting much better," He murmured, watching as your lifted your arms to test the stretch of it. "Though, I'm not a qualified judge on it."

"Hello, darling," You said lightly, twirling around once he released you from his grip. "What do you think? I think I prefer it over the ceremonial sheer stuff."

Zuko's words got caught in his throat as he watched you spin around. He really did love you. More than anything. He couldn't help himself, and lifted you up in his arms. The loving smile on his face made your own heart clench as he held you.

"It's beautiful." It was simple, and yet so very Zuko. His voice was reverent, and it was obvious he wasn't just talking about the shawl. He held you for a long while, and then kissed the top of your head as your feet finally returned to the floor. "Now that you've finished, could your husband steal a bit of your time?"

"Of course he can." You said quietly, taking off the shawl and setting it aside before Zuko swept you back into his arms and carried you over to the bed, peppering kisses along your cheeks as he lowered you to the covers.

"I love you very much, and you are so talented. I'm so lucky to have you." He said, his voice thick with emotion.