#MoonReflection

[missedmilemarkers]

Reflection in water on the path.

A beautiful night in Colorado Summer

[bonjourfinezzo]

Under the gaze of a ghostly moon, a velvet guardian whispers to the night— Stars fall softly, lighting up dreams woven in the silvery threads of serene forests.

[solaura-wild-santosha]

🌕🌊 In the moon's reflection, we see the depths of our own souls mirrored back to us, reminding us of the infinite mysteries that lie within. 🌌💫 Gaze upon the tranquil surface of the moonlit waters, and you'll find a reflection not just of the celestial body above, but of your own essence, your dreams, fears, and aspirations. 🌠💖 Embrace the enigmatic journey of self-discovery, for within the depths of your being lie untold treasures waiting to be unearthed. 🌙✨ Let the moon's gentle glow guide you on this sacred exploration, as you uncover the secrets of your soul and embrace the magic of your existence. 🌟🔮

[bakshiis]

it's quite fun to watch poppy process an insult. it's like i can see it on her face, her struggling to come up with a comeback. there's a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips as she stammers out something. my brow raises, tilting my chin down to stare at her. "tall? that's all you could think of?" i chuckle because come on, that's all she's got?

"you're almost as bad at vamping as david." one more dig, might as well. it's not like poppy has done anything wrong, i'm just bored today. and she's giving me nothing here. how annoying.

☾ MYTHIC QUEST SENTENCES. ☽

➥ STATUS: ACCEPTING.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ @bakshiis said: why are you so boring?

brow furrows as if she's truly considering an answer to the question posed, but that's not it at all - no, poppy's very intensely attempting to discern whether the question is genuine or not. if it is genuine, is it rhetorical? is she meant to answer?

she comes up with zero answers to her own questions, and therefore no answer to brad's question comes to her, either ☾ and if it had, she wouldn't know what to do with it, due to the lack of answers to her own silent questions ☽.

"why are you so... tall?" she counters in a moment of peak panic and utter desperation to say something so as to not simply stand there.

[idk-thisistoomuchpressure]

Title: You're no good, I'm no good, we're no good

Idol: Park Sunghoon (EN-HYPEN)

The mask sits on the desk beside you like a dare. Plain, black, matte. No design, no lace, no eye-catching mystery. Just something to hide behind. You stare at it while the screen in front of you lights up—two unread messages, both expired, and a new private session request blinking at the top of the chat box. Username: moonreflections. You don’t recognize it. Good. New means impersonal. New means easy. You let out a long sigh and tuck your hair behind your ears, even though no one will see your face anyway. Your fingers hover over the keyboard, then drop into your lap instead. Your apartment is too quiet tonight, humming with the kind of silence that makes your thoughts scream. “I’ll quit this week,” you whisper, just to hear something human. “Swear to God.” You always say that on Mondays. Your webcam flickers to life as you adjust the lighting to something soft, golden. Warm, but not too personal. You check your reflection, adjust your shirt, smooth down the mask's edges. Then you click \“accept\” on the session. The screen blinks. For a moment, there’s nothing. No camera on his end. No voice. Just silence and the faint flicker of the red "live" icon in the corner. Then a message pops up in the chat:

moonreflections: can you just talk tonight?

You blink. Another message follows before you can type a response:

moonreflections: pretend we’re in bed. say something soft. something warm.

Your lips part. You read it again. And then again. Most men want the same thing. Take your top off. Moan louder. Call me something filthy. Fake it for me, baby. But this? You reach for the mic, throat dry, heart tired, and whisper, “I think you smell like cedar and cigarettes. And you sleep on the side of the bed closest to the door, just in case.” There’s a pause. A full minute, maybe two.

moonreflections: thank you.

You don’t know what that means. But he tips. More than you make in an entire shift. No demands. No dirty requests. Just a single thank you, and then:

moonreflections: I’ll come back tomorrow.

The session ends. The mask suddenly feels heavier. You peel it off slowly, wincing at the way your skin sticks to the underside. There’s a faint red outline across your cheeks and nose. The kind of mark that fades before morning but stays burned into your brain all the same. You pad to the kitchen on bare feet. Pour water from the sink. Stare out the window at the alley below your apartment where a cat darts between trash bins. This isn’t the life you wanted. It isn’t even the one you meant to settle for. It’s just the only one you can survive in. You tried other things. You really did. Retail. Office temp. Receptionist. They never lasted. You were too quiet, too anxious, too much and not enough all at once. The camera made things easier. You could disappear behind a screen, slip into the version of yourself that men wanted. You could be a fantasy, not a failure. But the money isn’t good. Not really. Not anymore. Your regulars have stopped tipping. The algorithm isn’t favoring your stream. And you refuse to take off the mask. Everyone always asks why. Some think it’s part of the act. Others get angry. "What are you hiding? You ugly or something?" They say it like a joke. You never laugh. Yes. That’s exactly what you’re hiding. You don’t think you’re beautiful. Not like the other girls. Not like the ones who don’t need masks or soft lighting or fake names. Your beauty feels borrowed, easily revoked. And sometimes you wonder if it isn’t even about beauty at all. Maybe you just don’t want to be known. Not really. Because being known means being seen. And being seen means being left. You carry your water back to your room. Look at the screen again. Still blank. moonreflections. The name pulses in your mind like a soft bruise. You don’t know who he is. But he hasn’t asked for anything. You power off the webcam. Shut down the light. Crawl into bed fully clothed, mask still in your hand. You think about his voice. Wait—no, he didn’t speak. Just text. Just words. But somehow you heard them anyway. Your phone buzzes. A payment notification. The amount makes your eyes widen. One session. Enough to cover your power bill and then some. It makes you feel sick. You press your face into the pillow. Whisper into the dark: “Maybe next week.” And for a second, you almost believe it.

[astraymorbid]

Moonreflection Art, made for a friend.

A small, simple boat ride. Looking at the stars.

(Wait. Where'd they leave the paddles..?)

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So small. Yet so wonderful.

(IM SERIOUS CAN SOMEONE CHECK THE BOAT??-)

[gavehope]

❝ we don’t have to like our patients,  but we do have to take care of them,  because whoever they are…  they’re sick and in pain,  and it’s our job to deal with it.   sometimes,  yes,  it is so hard,  but not many people get a chance to make a difference.   A GOOD NURSE CAN. ❞

NICOLETTE 'NIC' NEVIN of the resident, est. october 2021, revamped april 2024. by zanza.

carrd. memes. edits.

also found at . . . @trustschaos, @moonreflected, @wyn0nna.

[exwlf]

WHEN I’D FIGHT YOU USED TO TELL ME I WAS BRAVE.

independent abby anderson of the last of us part ii.

PRESENTED BY THE ZANZA CINEMATIC UNIVERSE.

carrd. memes. edits.

also found at: @trustschaos, @gavehope, @moonreflected, @wyn0nna.

[missedmilemarkers]

This picture beautifully captures the serene night sky, where the moon shines brightly both above and in the reflection on the puddle below. The juxtaposition of light and shadow creates a mystical ambiance, almost like there are two moons—one in the sky and one grounded on Earth. It’s a calm moment where nature’s reflection mirrors reality, adding a unique depth to the image.

[ofbotany]

THE ZANZA CINEMATIC UNIVERSE PRESENTS:   DR. LILY HOUGHTON.

highly selective heavily headcanon based,  of disney’s jungle cruise,  by zanza.

SHE/THEY   /   30   /   MOUNTAIN TIME

carrd.    memes.    headcanons.   character study. 

METHODS OF INTERACTION MASTERLIST    

masterlist includes links to:   starter calls,  plotting calls,  meme tag,  open starters.

also found at: @trustschaos, @exwlf, @gavehope, @wyn0nna, @moonreflected.

[trustschaos]

ZANZA BLOGROLL.

@trustschaos, lauren bloom of nbc's new amsterdam.

@gavehope, nic nevin of fox's the resident.

@wyn0nna, wynonna earp of syfy's wynonna earp.

@exwlf, abby anderson of the last of us part ii.

@moonreflected, multifandom multimuse.

[ralph-with-coffee]

Dream

I looked around,and saw an endless horizon of sand dunesnext to where I stood I saw a sand pitand thought I glimpsed a white glint of moonreflected on a puddle of waterI started to dig deeper,and quieter and darker it grew,like the iris of the eye held in old memory. after a long tunnel of darkness,I thought I saw the light,fleeting away like a rabbit.and when I caught up to the other side,I…

[b4rtlet]

"of course," it was a shared trait, the rambling or ranting, depending on the audience, about a beloved topic but their father seemed to have a habit for turning what was originally a bit into a reoccurring experience. "anything new to the rant? or just a rehash?"

"so close," she scrunches her nose, shaking her head. how many of these conversations has she had with their father? to actually count seems... well, it seems pointless. "he was raging about the portrayal of thomas jefferson, actually,"

[idk-thisistoomuchpressure]

Title: You're no good, I'm no good, we're no good p.5

Idol: Park Sunghoon (EN-HYPEN)

You don’t hear from him for three days. At first, you tell yourself it’s a break. That it’s healthy. That maybe he’s moving on, and maybe you should too. But by the second night, you’re restless. You check your inbox more times than you care to admit. You almost put on the mask. You almost go live. You don’t. But only because you’re afraid he won’t show up. The fourth night, he does. No video this time. No voice either. Just a message:

moonreflections: i missed you.

Your hands shake. You hate that they shake. You start the call. The silence is familiar. Comforting, almost. You imagine he’s lying on his back in a dark room, staring at the ceiling. You imagine he’s just as fucked up as you remember. You say, “You disappeared.” “I didn’t know if I should come back.” You whisper, “And yet you did.” He sighs. You picture his fingers tugging at his sleeves, his hoodie pulled over his face. “I told myself I’d quit,” you say. “You weren’t around and it felt like a sign. But I kept checking. I kept hoping.” He doesn't say anything. And maybe that’s worse. “You’re not good for me,” you say, and the words feel like betrayal in your mouth. “Neither are you.” It stings, but you nod. Because it’s true. You make each other worse. You feed each other the same tired, desperate ache night after night. You tiptoe around affection like it’s something dangerous. You cling to the version of each other you’ve invented. You press your forehead to your knees. “I think about you when I’m not working. Like… too much. I know this doesn’t mean anything. I know it’s pretend. But I still—” “I do too,” he cuts in, fast, almost like it hurts to admit. The silence turns bitter. “I wanted to stop needing this,” he says. “But it’s easier to want you than it is to want anything real.” You want to cry. You want to scream. You want to ask him why he said it like that. But you know why. You say, “You think anyone will ever love people like us?” He laughs, and it sounds hollow. “Probably not.” You laugh too. And then you don’t. There’s a long silence. Not the kind that stretches. The kind that settles. “Do you want me to stop calling?” he asks. You think about it. You think about how much lighter you might feel. About how this isn’t love. About how it’s barely even comfort. But you say, “No.” Because you’re weak. Because you like the pain. Because even if it’s not real, it’s yours. He tips again. It’s less than usual. Maybe that means something. Maybe it doesn’t. You fall asleep with the mask still on, the screen still glowing. When you wake up, he’s gone. But the call is still open. And you don’t end it. Not yet.

[brudberg1]

Palinode - Escaping gravity

Quadrille: Levity In joy of levity,I gravitate —forever fallinginto your orbit strung along —a puppet to your pull:I’m rainbowed numb. I’m just the moonreflecting shimmeredsheen of laughter(yours). Tressed with starsyour hair cascades —in tickled treatof yours. Palinode Quadrille – Escape from gloom You mucked me with your weightsoiled me earthbound, lost in reekof yesterday, tied to…

[agntstarling]

CLARICE STARLING of THE HANNIBAL LECTER TRILOGY, by zanza (twenty-nine).

novel based + influences from clarice + nbc hannibal.

carrd. memes. writing. edits.

also found at... @clueface, @cptnseven, @moonreflected, @exwlf, @ltkidd, && @trustschaos.