#( selene—interactions. )

[4ugust4rt]

Some mp100 sketches PSYCH!! OC jumpscare.

[ri-writes-if]

What would be the ideal love gestures for the ROs ? ( + maybe Selene ? gotta entertain the simps) Grand things or little ones ? Would rather have their partner serenade them in public or cook them a small meal ? things like that ! :)

Vez likes small gestures. They don't need much besides having you with them and feeling your love and care. They like knowing they're an important part of your life. So tell them about your day. Say you missed them. Make time to have a meal with them.

Os likes practical gifts or help when they need it. It doesn't matter if your help will solve their problem. They just like when you pay attention to what's going on in their life and are willing to lend them a hand. Or listen to their troubles. Share with them not just the good but the bad too.

Laz likes practical actions that might make their life easier in smaller ways. You don't need to do their work for them or something; just maybe occasionally brew some tea for them or give them a massage when they're tired or prepare a bath for them or bring/remind them something they forgot.

Ash loves spending time with you, so the best you can do for them is doing something they like with them or at least asking about it and listening to them and having a meaningful conversation about it. Take interest in their life and in them. They have low expectations, so they'll appreciate absolutely anything you do.

Az appreciates both small and big gestures, but they love when you think how to spend time with them in fun ways. Make them race you across the city's roofs. Offer them a game of hide-and-seek with a mysterious reward. Take them for a swim in a beautiful cave. They like feeling alive, and nothing is better than sharing these moments with you.

The ideal gesture for Selene is bringing her the dead bodies of her enemies.

Thank you for the ask! 💛

[defiledtomb]

ouroboros. the game. patreon. discord.

[mochimochistar]

FEBRUARY BABIES ARISEEEEEE!!!

Since some of my good friends/online siblings are born in the same month, I decided to make something for them!

HAHA TAKE MY LOVE LOSERS /pfj

Oak belongs to @komeame

Elliot belongs to @soft-honeycakes

Sorrin belongs to @pixliidraws

Yumi belongs to me :3

(Sorry for the ads, but it's only because I love you all so much. /p :3

[moeblob]

I unfortunately picked up Bravely Default 2 again (I bought it back when it released) and then started over since I last played it in June 2021. And. You know what. I like these silly beans. And then I saw concept art for Dag's expressions and I am not the same. Why did they decide to give him huge fangs in it.

(also I'm trying so hard to avoid spoilers less for plot but more for characters so if you know anything that happens to characters shhhhh. also the expression concept is below the read more so you can see what I mean.)

[artzary]

hang on, it appears you may do precure stuff around here and i am intrigued as a result

how open would you consider yourself on making a stimboard for a small madoka / selene, since you seem cool with startwi

(tl;dr: just requesting a stimboard for small / little madoka / cure selene, or whatever you feel comfy with if stimboards aren't cool right now)

she's so whimsical i love her <3 ty for your request anon, i've been awaiting a precure request tehe >.<

CREDITS 🌙🌟🌙 ✨💜✨ 🌙🌟🌙

[ofaugury]

@lcblanc

the titan, 10:00pm

Velvet curtains hush together behind her, pocketing the ovation, but Selene is already elsewhere—inside the hush of her own probability bloom. Futures rise around her like a winter rose opening in accelerated time: translucent petals of next-seconds, each holding its own scent of consequence. One gust of stage-door air nudges them; she adjusts, breath even, spine a straight pin in satin. A petal shows a donor intercepting her with a champagne flute; another, Narcisse turning away toward a board member; a third, perfect, places the vampire squarely in Selene’s path before anyone else can claim her.

Petals overlap and Selene plucks the desired layer—thought-quick, dancer-sure—and the blossom reshapes itself around the vacancy in time. A small sidestep here, two seconds’ feather-slow tightening of her ribbon knots there; the future obeys, corridors clearing as though choreographed. She does not bend time so much as persuade it, the way a conductor coaxes silence from an orchestra.

When the curtain pullers click the fly lock, she steps off the marley and into that newly chosen petal. Fluorescents replace footlights; applause fades behind cinderblock. Selene smooths her tutu’s edge, aligns the stems of the flowers in her arms until every cut looks measured, and advances with the calm of a solved equation.

As predicted, Narcisse Le Blanc emerges from the patron knot precisely when the dancer rounds the corner. One more micro-gesture—a half pivot that stalls a hovering assistant—seals the outcome. The remaining petals of time close, futures settling like pressed flowers under glass.

“Madame Le Blanc.” The greeting is clean, unhurried. Selene inclines her head; not a strand escapes its pins. “Your bouquet was exquisitely on theme. Thank you.”

Narcissus. A cheeky nod. But Selene keeps her tone porcelain-smooth, neither coy nor distant, simply correct. “I am due in the green-room shortly. If your schedule allows, I would value your thoughts on the Degas studies we’ve acquired. The reception is quieter.” Purpose, not intrigue.

Her free hand extends—palm level, fingers poised as though offering a carefully catalogued artifact. Rosin dust glints along her wrist like frost. Behind her eyes, the rose of possibility quivers: four petals, none edged with danger, though one tastes faintly of iron and champagne. Acceptable. She lets the futures settle, a blossom folded against her ribs, and waits—prim, composed—for Narcisse to choose which petal they will step upon next.

[awalkoflife]

closed starter for @insatiablemuses / selene !

he's being led through the crowds of partygoers by a female friend, stumbling on their way to the kitchen, hand in hand. it shouldn't feel weird, but it does. harrison's break-up with selene was still fresh. only a couple months had passed and in that time, he didn't reach out. she made it clear to him that she didn't want anything he had to offer her. what hasn't changed, is the fact they both socialise in the same circles. they share friends and acquaintances, which is why, when he sees her pouring her own drink from a bottle of vodka, he tries not to make it awkward. "oh, hey sel." the brunette on his arm greets her first, keeping hold of harrison's hand. "how've you been?" kacy asks, and although her tone is pleasant, it strikes him as a little too friendly. he knows that they know each other, but kacy was his friend before she was selene's. right now, she's also attempting to be his new wingwoman, something that he's not entirely sure he's ready for. "hey selene." harrison simply utters, so not to be rude, "you look well."

[moondustlings]

continued from here | @gcdfvcked

at the mention of her skirt, lena looked down at the poor excuse of fabric that barely covered the bedazzled spankies that came with the outfit that were really just a pair of glorified hip huggers. "too bad that enthusiasm won't extend to a costume for you," she teased as she ducked back into the bathroom to fix her hair. if she was going to dress in a costume for her sibling, she was going to make sure she pulled every stop. to pair with the outfit, she parted her hair down the middle and threw up her strands in two quick, haphazard pigtails. small pieces framed her face and she blew them out of her vision when she reemerged. "please don't tell me you're expecting me to cheer," she said as she approached the sitting woman, bringing a hand out to rest on her shoulder. "though i will be more than happy to prove why this outfit was called head cheerleader."

[soulmateprinciple]

open starter ft. selene lucna.

Selene knew how weird it looked. Fortunately for her, the New Age trend had resurfaced; crystals were in again, even humans were obsessed with crystals now. The witch could sense a pair of eyes staring at her, watching her as she was placing crystal after crystal into her pouch. Eventually, she couldn't take the quiet no longer, deciding to speak up. "What? I'm just collecting my crystals." Selene had kept them outside on her lawn overnight, wanting to recharge them with the full moon. A slightly extreme approach, but she took the moon very seriously.

[ri-writes-if]

I thought about this as soon as I woke up from a long nap so forgive me if you've talked about this topic before: does a place like 'limbo' exist between the living realm and the Abyss? Like, officially?

It's just that the Oracle's visits to the Abyssal Palace, Selene still existing in spite of the years she supposedly 'died', feel to me as if the Abyss hasn't truly taken back their souls (reabsorbed them? I might need to check the lore again lol). It seems, to me, an in-between place which seems to contain only Oracles, not completely gone forever yet not present anymore.

Selene's situation and state are a riddle for the Oracle rn. No "limbo" exists, but it's all I can say. I don't want to share too much too soon 👀 You'll get the details in the story. I planned a small lore drop about it in the next chapter.

[crows-of-buckets]

I think with Selene I want to lean into the idea of like. The people she considers friends barely considering her a friend in return. She views Varric as a friend but to him she's his boss, the Herald of Andraste, something bigger than any of them. She views Solas as a friend and maybe he views her in a similar light but that's not enough to give him pause in his ideals. She views Blackwall as a friend but he views her as a savior, a symbol, a force of good. And even the ones she has a genuine mutual friendship with, like Dorian, they end up leaving her behind for their own responsibilities. She saved the world but she's still so lonely at the end of it.

[mochimochistar]

My Roblox Phighting oc: Chi-Chi!!

One of my friends introduced me to Phighting and I was hooked onto it for a long time! It inspired me to make a character for myself!

Thank you for checking this out! Reblogs are appreciated!!

[xradiant]

She had been watching the woman closely, for a couple of days now after the initial meeting when Aiden had been quite the hero. At least that was how Selene saw it - not that she would ever admit to that. She hadn't approached her yet, only nodded her approval when those idiots had come into this place and thought to overtake it for themselves. But she figured that now was the best time to approach her. She could use someone like her around, on her side, and maybe even on her team. Although Selene was pretty sure that she wouldn't take too kindly to any kind of recruitment into the sort of work that she did.

"Is this your kind of drink?" Selene questioned as she leaned on the counter top and set down a cup of coffee for Aiden. She reached up to take off her sunglasses and gave the other woman a smile. "I figured that it's been a long couple of days with imbeciles coming in here to torment you." She rolled her eyes at that. "Tell me…didn't they scare you at all?" She had always assumed that people would be scared if the nasty types came in with intrusive and intimidating demands but not so this woman. Selene was pretty impressed. - @halliwellauto

[starneko123]

When Moonlight Reveals

Tethys belongs to @ren-meteor

Selene belongs to @starneko123 (me)

Selene made circular motions in front of her, opening a portal with no destination that Tethys could see but with the sun currently being blocked out by something mythical, she deemed it better to be on the other side. After Selene calmly made her way through the portal Tethys rushed out behind her, nearly falling to her knees.

Tethys moved her head to look every which way so she could take in her surroundings before her eyes landed on Selene's stoic face and emotions started to pour. " Where are we? Where did you take me?!" Tethys charged toward Selene who dodged her but Tethys quickly recovered, striking Selene twice in her stomach before she flipped her on her back holding her in place with her hands.

"Last time you were much nicer. The first time we met you were meant to be my protege in a way, in another timeline we are goddesses fighting against each other in another we fight with each other. There's one where you marry a wind god named Fujin and you have a child with him." As Selene drones on Tethys finds herself listening and questioning her sanity at the same time.

"There is a timeline where we are lovers but I won't delve into that." Selene cautiously released Tethys and stood from her kneeling position. She held her hand out for Tethys to take and after the water-wielding woman examined it enough she grabbed it and rose to her feet. "I will welcome hostility but I would like it if you would care to hear my words first. " Selene spoke as she began her walk towards the white temple in the distance but in her peripheral, she caught Tethys' nod and took a deep breath.

"Lovely. Now this new era has been made to...," Selene paused as she looked towards the sky then glanced back at Tethys who raised a brow. "We might be greeting another guest." Tethys didn't like the sound of that and yet she still followed the woman to the temple. When they arrived at the temple Selene waved her hand at the door and once they entered, with a snap of Selene's fingers light blue fire lit the area and Tethys was aesthetically pleased.

"Besides that fruit have you eaten anything else today?" Tethys narrowed her eyes and let a slight sneer spread on her lips. Selen returned it, "Whatever you may be thinking of me you get the thought out of your head if you think I am a bad hostess." Tethys thought nothing of the white-haired woman yet. That was a lie Tethys was currently thinking that she may be insane or very well at making one think she is insane.

As Tethys laid her bag down and sat down in a chair she watched Selene as she lit white candles in front of two paintings both containing three women. In the first painting; she saw Selene who was in the middle and noticeably shorter than the other two women, Speaking of the other two the one to her left had beautiful brown asking with golden eyes resembling the sun and her skin was shining as if she had crystals embedded in her skin. The woman to her right looked like someone she had heard of in scary stories when she was a little girl. Pale skin, red lips, red eyes, and long black hair with a single white streak going down the side of her head.

She was staring at the painting now and she felt like the woman with the red eyes was staring back. Tethys shifted her gaze to the next painting and saw another trio of women. A brown-skinned woman in the middle with platinum hair like Selene but much shorter she shared the same blue of Selene as well. The woman to her left who had her arms crossed in front of her wore an obsidian color on her lips and her hairstyle resembled the devil, Tethys felt a chill crawl up her spine but before she could focus on the other woman she took silent note of those pink eyes. The woman on the right looked genuinely happy with her hands on her hips and wearing gold jewelry on her arms and around her waist even in her locs her brown skin was shining as well similar to the woman in the other painting.

'Are these women she has known throughout all the timelines she speaks of?ʼ Tethysʼ toes started to curl just thinking about it but she relented as Selene sat down a plate of food and a cup of tea in front of her.

"This timeline was made for everyone to have a sense of starting over. There have been so many trials and errors in former timelines that I commend him for not giving up." Selene shook her head as a frown slipped onto her face. Tethys swallowed her food and held the teacup to her lips warily, "Him?" Selene looked at Tethys and then back to the woman in the paintings. "Lord Liu Kang, God of Fire and Protector of Earthrealm." As Selene finished her sentence Tethys heard shuffling in the corner which made her slam her tea down on the table and get into a fighting position but when she saw Seleneʼs relaxed form leaning on the wall, she scowled.

"Another trick?" Tethys growled. "Not by me," Selene announced and a man appeared from the shadows. "No one in these walls mean to trick you, Tethys." A warm deep voice greeted the room and Tethys slowly dropped her offensive stance. The man dropped his hood to reveal long black that half into a bun and the rest flowing over his shoulders, his eyes showed small swirls of fire that never stopped moving. The man nodded at Tethys then to Selene and Selene returned it with a kindness but it felt forced.

"Tea?" Selene offered. "That would be nice thank you, Selene." All he got was a hum in response and her retreating figure. The man then focused his attention on Tethys as he began to walk towards the table. "Formalities are not forgotten but time as is has been cut short. I am forming a team of Earthrealm heroes that seek peace among the realms to vanish the bane of all that threatens my peace. Do you?" Tethys tilted her head confusion.

"Do I what?" Tethys got nervous everything felt so serious and he was so serious. You never truly know what's going on around you until you're told or you a stuck in a certain situation. Tethys was a mix of both.

"Do you seek peace or do you wish to become an enemy that revels in chaos?"

[ofaugury]

who: @julietaisms

where: ballet studio, 8:08pm

The studio is nothing but echo and amber light now that everyone else has vanished—stage crew to smoke breaks, corps de ballet to physio, even the director summoned to some emergency production meeting. Only the air-conditioner ticks overhead, and the marley smells faintly of citrus detergent and scorched resin. Selene tunes her heartbeat to the silence, lifts her arms, and drops into the Sleeping Beauty variation again: développé, arabesque, hold.

She keeps half her mind in the next five seconds, watching probabilities bloom like frost patterns on glass. In three futures her balance wavers; in one the ribbon at her ankle snaps; in the path she chooses, everything aligns—shoulders quiet, toes kissing down as if gravity were a polite suggestion. The note rings clean through the empty room and dies.

Not empty. Julieta lounges on the edge of the orchestra pit, legs crossed, posture demure enough to fool a first-glance human eye. Selene feels the echo of last week’s bite—an ache just above her thigh. Witch blood, vampiric opiate: she’s read the footnotes, has become the cautionary tale.

She unlaces a pointe shoe and rotates her ankle, buying herself a breath. Julieta’s expression is soft, almost obliging—the exact picture of a principal politely observing a colleague’s rehearsal. But the mirrors of Selene’s magic betray her: every tilt of her head changes the lighting, draws attention, frames Selene’s body as though the vampire were sketching her with shadow. Power from beneath, Selene thinks. No strings visible, but the whole theatre dances anyway.

“Thought you had fittings,” Selene says, voice pitched low, casual, as she reaches for her water bottle. Her magic skims the next instants like fingertips over piano keys, cataloguing outcomes in quick, metallic flashes. One path shows Julieta rising merely to adjust a wayward light gel; another ends with them dissecting tour logistics as coolly as accountants. A third glints with danger—an unfamiliar man slipping through a side door, Julieta intercepting him before Selene can even pivot. Only the faintest branch carries heat, teeth, skin; the rest are negotiation, strategy, quiet tests of loyalty. Selene feels the lattice of possibilities settle—pragmatic, complex, largely survivable—and chooses, for now, to let the future breathe.