#US Rose (Bloodmoon)

[churchydraws]

thinking about an AU of the Unwanted Siblings AU where Smoke, Mist, and Rose get the Star. Smoke is the one who gets it, the three ran off after it was confirmed Violet was gone, and by the time Sun and Moon get to the theater Smoke is holding it to his chest with Mist and Rose clinging behind him. He screams out that he wishes he and his brothers were safe and happy and didn't have to dig in the garbage for fuel and batteries and hide in abandoned buildings just to survive and that he wishes Sun and Moon are gone. Star activates, knocks out Smoke, Mist, and Rose, and they wake up in a grassy field. Mist comments that it's pretty but that he wishes that they had a nice place to stay dry and warm and safe, and the Star responds by creating a little cabin. The other two are excited, but Smoke puts two and two together and goes "hell no my brothers deserve better then this, they deserve a mansion or a castle, they deserve the best" so the Star turns it into a big ol castle. They start to make the castle all home-y, and as time goes on people start to come by and settle near the castle. they view the three as gods, though they mostly keep to themselves for a long time due to paranoia of being hurt or betrayed even though they can defend themselves using the Star. But and some point Mist embraces the idea and does his best to help the people as best he can, and Smoke and Red follows suit. They aren't really kings, more like guardians. if something fucks with the castle and city they have to deal with the three Lords.

as for Sun and Moon and Lilac? they might be dead, they might not be. haven't decided yet (they're probably alive but far away from the three Lords).

also castle and city! I imagine it looks like a mix of Shimmerene and the Imperial City

[churchydragon]

I feel like the LC crew and the star holding US crew would get along for the most part. They're essentially similar. They each have a version of Eclipse, Lunar, and Bloodmoon. They're all very close to each other. And they all have their star. Though Prince Lunar would still be hard on Smoke by default

oh Lord Mist would love to meet another version of himself! He'd probably enjoy some of the games Prince Lunar made, though he'd probably be less happy about Prince Lunar being rough on Lord Smoke. which Smoke would put up with it for a little bit but eventually snap and tell him to leave him alone. other then that though he'd probably be okay with the three after getting over his paranoia but he'd probably still keep some distance. Rose would be wary but eventually be excited to see them since they don't really go out and talk to people like Mist does. There would be many moments where they just. stare at Princet Solar or Crimson or Monty though. trying to get a read on them. which might be a little unsettling to someone who doesn't know much about them. the people who live around are used to it.

[cupids-scream-queen]

-> Bo Sinclair x f!reader

Warnings: Sex in a cemetery. Also drugging. And rape, I guess. And fucking in a mausoleum.

Summary: Bo takes you out on a nice little date to the cemetery. Unfortunately, it is Bo, and ensuing shenanigans are loud enough to wake the dead.

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"It's pretty this time, ain't it?" Bo's voice was quieter than usual, his eyes staring straight ahead at the cemetery that was sprawled out in front of the two. It was past midnight, the moon a dark orange—a bloodmoon. It was big and it was vast, a beautiful lady adorning the night sky.

"It is," She stared at the moon, her eyes transfixed on the beauty that was in front of her. Eyes wide, she was like a child, her imagination struggling to comprehend the beauty of it all.

"It's quite romantic, isn't it? Wouldn't you like to go out on a midnight stroll?" It wasn’t a question, not really–Bo never really allowed her to have a say in their activities. But that was something she was okay with, and she was used to it.

"I suppose, if you'd like," She offered, and it was an answer Bo found satisfactory enough. He got out of his truck, and hopped over to her side, where he opened the door for her. It was unusual enough for Bo to propose a romantic stroll—no matter if it was taking place in a cemetery—and she was quite shocked when he did this act.

"Aren't you a gentleman tonight?" She teased, giving Bo a peck on the cheek. He smiled, something a little agast in his eyes. A predatory glance, though it was there only a second. She hadn’t noticed it, much to Bo's chagrin.

"Only for you," He replied, taking her arm in his. They walked at a slow pace, the moon illuminating their path. "Ma's buried here, somewhere. Ain't visited her—Vincent's always done that."

"Do you know where she's buried?" She asked, and Bo shrugged, indicating that he didn’t. He wasn't the type to dwell on the past—at least, not in public.

"I have something to show you," Bo grinned, and she took this as yet another romantic gesture, her naive nature taking over. She trusted Bo, a lot, and to some extent, Bo trusted her. Not nearly enough to tell her all of his doings, but enough to keep her alive.

They walked for ten minutes, weaving around the cemetery until they came across a beautiful mausoleum—with the door open. Bo led her inside, her shoes clacking against the concrete floor.

"BP, ain't this illegal—and full of bodies?" She asked, and Bo grinned one of his trademark grins.

"Only if we get caught, sugar, and let's face it—Ambrose ain't exactly full of people," He walked, leading his girl farther into the mausoleum doors.

"Oh, that's pretty!" She said. A fluffy white blanket on the ground, black and red candles lit around it. Rose petals sprinkled the floor, champagne bottles and empty glasses surrounding. It was a pretty scene, one that would be romantic if it weren't for the face that surrounding the scene was the tombs of dead people.

"Ain't it? Nice and private, too," He moved her farther in, pressing his body against hers in the most delightful way. She moaned a bit when he gripped her waist, moving her as if she were nothing but a doll. His doll.

"What about them?" Gestering to the tombs that were stacked next to them, Bo shrugged, completely unaffected by the prospect of the souls of the people around them.

"What about them? We're the most exciting thing here in a good while," Bo stated, moving her to lay down on the blanket. "And we'll put a good show on for them, won't we?"

It wasn't exactly a question, nor was it a statement, either; the man was simply ready to fuck—it was her that the final decision was left up to.

"If that's what you want to do, honey, but isn't this kind of...?"

"Naw, it's a family mausoleum," Bo smirked, winking at his girl as she suddenly realized why Bo had been able to open the doors in the first place—he wanted to fuck in the family mausoleum.

"Oh," that was all she could say, her face mixed with emotions of digust, adornment, and admiration — the man certainly knew the most strange and unusual placed to fuck.

"Would you like a sip of champagne?" Bo sprawled out on the blanket, basking in the candlelight. He popped the cork, pouring two glasses of the sparkling liquid. She sighed and accepted the drink.

One sip, two sips, three. She noticed she felt different. The spinning of the mausoleum. The feeling of wanting to vomit, not quite able to determine if it was real or not.

"Bo? What's going on? What's going on?" She stumbled on her words, not quite able to speak.

"Don't worry about it, sugar, you'll be fine," Bo moved closer, wrapping his arms around her. He kissed her, and she tried struggling against him, but she couldn't fight against it. She melted against him, and he parted her lips. Against her, he was fully in control, his movements like fire in the candlelight.

"Why can't I—"

"Shh, love. You're alright," Bo started undressing her, and she fell limp into his arms, her body not moving when she asked it to. She was under Bo's control, and it was not her choice—but she knew she'd get out alive. She had to, right?

He started pressing his fingers against her nipples, and she made a strange noise in the back of her throat. Bo took this as a sign to keep going, and he carefully —but roughly—kneeded the soft and tender flesh.

He loomed over her, licking the nipple and enjoying as it got hard in his mouth. Swirling his tongue, Bo then started to bite on the tender piece of flesh, enjoying the tiny whimpers she made in protest. She couldn't run, much less fight against him. And that was what he liked.

He then moved his hand down to her pussy, gathering the slick in his hand. He moved to put his finger inside of her, and then quickly pushed another in. She tried to shift, but she couldn't—she was at his complete mercy.

His fingers moved quickly, his other hand busy fondling her tits, and his mouth attached to her neck, marking her completely as his. She was his sex doll, and he was half tempted to keep her there in the mausoleum; keeping her as his own. Forever.

He thought she was beautiful, her body playable and molding to fit his needs, his fingers mercilessly scissoring her, prepping her for his dick. Sex was his end goal, it was inevitable—the only question was when it would happen.

He finished with her pussy, deeming it ready to fit his length. He unzipped his jeans and got his cock out, lining it up with her entrance. He pushed in, not giving her any time to adjust to his length. He was huge compared to her—her petite frame covered by his large, looming build.

"Ah, fuck, you feel so goddamn good," he pushed in farther, and his tip hitting her just right, and she moaned, encouraging Bo to keep going. She wanted this. She needed it. She needed his cock to satisfy her, and Bo was more than happy to satisfy this need.

"Shit, you're gonna make me cum early," he tightened his grip, his fingers leaving marks against her skin as he fucked her aggressively, his dick continuing to assault her. He slapped her ass, slapped her tits, desperate to mark her as his—everything in him was animalistic, begging to be let go and to make her his. And he was going to.

He came in her, his cum coating her pussy and filling her up beautifully, her eyes brimmed with tears as she came as well, milking his dick for more. She needed more of him, so much more.

He smirked, satisfied with the length of the fuck, but not yet satisfied with her. He needed to push her to her limits, and he was going to.

He took a candle, and her eyes went wide as he dripped the hot wax over her, tantalizing her with what could become of her. It was a threat, and an arousing one for him, and he felt himself wanting to fuck her wax corpse.

He pulled out of her, and dipped his fingers in the cum that was leaking out of her pussy. He smeared it on the wax, coating her in a mixture that was seemingly harmless to an outsider, but to both of them, they were aware of the true meaning.

She was terrified, her body spent and her limbs weak, she wasn't sure how much more of this she could handle. Bo wasn't sure how much more he could handle before he caved and let Vincent cover her in wax, immortalizing her beauty forever.

She heard the rumblings of a truck outside, and so did Bo, who stopped his activities.

"Bo? You's in here?" Lester called out, and Bo sighed in heavy annoyance.

"Yeah, just checkin' some stuff out. Gonna head out now," he smirked, and slapped her ass before standing up and brushing himself off. He walked away, leaving her in the mausoleum. He'd come back, of course, he couldn't leave her—but a little bit of Stockholm Syndrome wouldn't hurt, now would it?

[baa-whatever]

Hm....I'm still thinking Moon's just going through the five stages of grief....

I believe Earth was closer to Solar than he was to Moon. I'm calling it now, I'm pretty sure he's told her more things about himself than he's told Moon.

In a way I see it as Pearl and Rose but without the romance of course, lol.

One thing I don't understand is why is he NOT accepting Eclipse's help? Even after everything he's said and done, Eclipse is trying to bring him back.

From what I can guess is that Solar didn't try to bring back his Sun. He was busy fixing everything else while his Moon was glitching and trying to bring his brother out of a coma.

So if Moon manages to bring him back, what if he's not himself? What if the other half is a Bloodmoon? He'd be Vampire Solar....that would be kinda cool actually. Now if he did use Eclipse he would probably just go back to being evil and trying to be the God Eclipse. If he used Ruin he'd probably continue his work of hunting other Creators....or be british. Or both.

For real, what if Solar comes back and he's like:"You're not MY Moon or Sun..." hearing them say that would probably hurt worse. And then he'd be stuck in another dimension while his home is gone forever and he can't get back.

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Sun and Moon show incorrect quotes 3.

1.Ruin: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.

2.Lunar: When I was your age- Bloodmoon, mocking Lunar: When I was your height. Lunar: Lunar: Listen here you little shit-

3.Bloodmoon, to Moon: How do you tell someone politely you want to hit them with a brick?

4.Bloodmoon rushes by with an armful of water bottles Sun: What's going on? Moon: Bloodmoon wouldn't drink water. Sun: …And? Moon: And I asked them how fast they could chug an entire bottle. Bloodmoon, loudly: 16 OUNCES IN TEN SECONDS, BITCHES!

5.Moon, texting: Ruin, will you please go to sleep? Ruin, texting back: What makes you think you didn’t just wake me up? Eclipse, yelling: I CAN HEAR YOU CLAPPING TO THE FRIENDS THEME EVERY TWENTY MINUTES SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP! Moon, texting: Just a hunch :) You goin’ to sleep soon? Ruin, texting: I’m trying Eclipse, yelling again: TRY HARDER I HAVE A 5:45 AM MEETING TOMORROW BITCH Moon, texting: Okay, don’t stay up too late or you’ll be cranky :)

6.Eclipse: According to the footage here, you shook the vending machine and when the shake alarm went off, you punched the glass and broke it. Bloodmoon: …I was hungry.

7.Sun, texting Moon: Moon! Help I'm being kidnapped! Moon: Where are you? Sun: I'm with some strange person. In a car. Help. Moon: I'll call Earth. Earth, answering their cell: Y'ello? Moon: Where's Sun? They texted me that they were being kidnapped. Earth: Sun? Whaddya mean, he's right next to me- Earth: Earth: I'll call you back. Hangs up Earth: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN'T THAT BAD! Sun: WHO ARE YOU!?

9.Eclipse: Did you buy eggs like I asked? Lunar: Even better! Eclipse: What the fuck did you- Lunar: holding up a chicken Her name is Fluffy.

10.Bloodmoon: Onion rings are vegetable donuts. Eclipse, used to Bloodmoon being dumb: Sure… Bloodmoon: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed. Eclipse: Okay? Bloodmoon: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake. Eclipse: Bloodmoon: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio- Eclipse: Jesus, that one is a little- Ruin, interested: No, no, Bloodmoon, keep going.

11.Bloodmoon, grinning: I have a knife! Earth: Put it down, Bloodmoon. Bloodmoon: Make me! sprints away

12.Monty: Oh, to be a bored heir to the throne who keeps rejecting marriage proposals due to being secretly in love with the cute gardener. Earth: Oh, to be a cute gardener who secretly places roses in the heir’s room because she is in love with him. Bloodmoon: Oh, to be the palace guard who discreetly helps to boost the cute gardener up the wall for her secret deliveries in the middle of the night. Lunar: Oh, to be the heir’s best friend witnessing the two fools dance around each other while knowing damn well that the two like each other. Chica: Oh, to be the noble suitor from another royal family who comes to know of their love instantly and plans an entire plan to get them their happy ending. Ruin: Oh, to be a medieval peasant who knows nothing about the heir’s personal life and who dies of dysentery at age 23.

13.Earth: Regular soda is too sweet!

Bloodmoon: Diet soda has a weird after taste!

Earth: No! Ugh, oh my god. Diet soda is THE BEST! It doesn’t have sugar! It’s SPICY!

Bloodmoon: It has other weird stuff in it! I’ll take REGULAR sugar in my REGULAR soda!

Earth: It’s SO SWEET like it’s a dessert though! Diet feels more like a drink!

Bloodmoon: I’m going to physically attack you.

Earth: Which is better, Ruin?

Ruin: Oh, I usually drink water!

Bloodmoon: Wha- NO!

Earth: DISGUSTING!

14.Sun, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks. Moon: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

15.Eclipse: How would you guys deal with a toxic friend? Earth: Tell them how you really feel. Sun: Slowly distance yourself from them. Bloodmoon: Engage in a 1v1 sword battle and if they lose they have to stop being toxic or pay the price. Eclipse, being handed a sword: …well heck.

16.Moon: Can I offer you a nice stick in this trying time?

17.Bloodmoon and Ruin texting Bloodmoon: Come downstairs and talk to me please. I'm lonely. Ruin: Isn't Eclipse there? Bloodmoon: Yes but I like you more.

18.Eclipse: They… well, I wouldn't call it inheritance per se. What do you call it when you kill someone and get their stuff? Lunar: Um, murder??? Ruin: Adventuring! Bloodmoon: Tuesday.

19.Eclipse: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell. Lunar, Sun, Earth, and Bloodmoon: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

20.Sun: Christmas lights? Moon: Check. Lunar: Thermos of hot cocoa? Moon: Check. Earth: Santa suits? Moon: Check. Eclipse: Shovel? Moon: Check. Bloodmoon: Alibi and bail money? Moon: Check- wait, WHAT?!

[rainfallnightmare]

Chapter 4

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Florist Y/n x Bartender Sun, Moon, Lunar, Eclipse and BloodMoon

Angst

Warning: swearing

Word counts: 1306

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3 weeks later

July 3rd

Moon POV:

It’s the day before the 4th of July. The guys and I were getting ready for tomorrow since the holidays were our most busy days. The place was decorated thanks to Y/n in suggesting what would look nice for the bar even tho it was just for one day. Speaking of Y/n, when they brought Sun and Lunar back after they ordered our flowers and Y/n left. Sun and Lunar told all of us when the place was closed that Y/n was being treated poorly and threatened.

“Telling by the look on your face, you're still thinking of what Sun and Lunar told us about Rose's condition” Bloodmoon spoke and being the one who has a very short temper didn’t help my case. “What do you think, it’s pretty obvious that anyone could get mean at the thought of a people getting treated poorly over something stupid” My bitter tone spoke as Bloodmoon nodded his head while he was done wiping down the table closest to me. “I don’t like it either but we can’t meddle in as much as I would love to show the people who are treating rose poorly a lesson or two” Bloodmoon walked over and placed his hand on my shoulder.

“What are you two talking about now?”

Eclipse, who came out of the kitchen walked over to where Bloodmoon and I were. “It’s nothing about you Eclipse” Eclipse glared as he wasn’t pleased with my answer but then Lunar spoke up from afar. “Moon is frustrated about Y/n condition from three weeks ago” Oh how I want to struggle him for speaking out for me.

“I don’t blame Moon for how he feels, I would be too when sunflower is innocent and trying to go on with their lives” Sun spoke and Eclipse sighed since he now understood everything. When Eclipse was about to say something. All of us froze when we heard a loud shatter which sounded like it came from next door. Even the customers froze in surprise when the five of us quickly went outside to see what had happened. All of us were surprised when Y/n window to their shop was shattered while a loud argument was going on inside.

Eclipse POV:

“I demand the money right now or I’ll break something else of yours!” Hearing a woman yell in anger. I quickly peeked in to see a woman in her mid 40’s with some slightly fancy clothes slamming her hands on Y/n counter. “One of you four call the police now, this looks like it’s gonna get ugly” I tell the guys behind me and Sun went to quickly phone the police as I was keeping an eye on Y/n and this crazy woman.

“For the last time, I am not gonna do it. This is my shop, my money and your demands aren’t going to get you anywhere” Y/n said angrily at the woman before I witnessed Y/n getting clawed in the face. I was about to step in to apprehend this woman as she grabbed one of Y/n flower pots. Y/n quickl;y pulled out I’m guessing pepper spray and sprayed the woman with it.

“My eyes!” The woman screamed as she clutched at her sprayed eyes. I quickly moved in with Moon as we headed over to Y/n. “You alright Y/n?!” Moon was busy apprehending the woman while I was checking on Y/n badly scratched face.  “I’m alright Eclipse, this is nothing really” Y/n said covering the wound while all of us heard sirens outside the shop. “Bitch/Bastard, How dare you call the police” The woman yelled as she tried to break free from Moon hold on her.

Y/n POV:

Seeing the police entering the shop and taking over Moon spot. Another police came over and started to question us on what was going on. I had to explain the harassment and the damage my mother did while telling them all the things she did til this day. “We’ll need you to come with us to file this report and so we can have your statement on record” The policeman asked and I told them I'll go down once I get my shop situated first.

“Do you want some help cleaning the shop up? '' Moon offered after the police took my mother away in the police car. I was already stressed enough that I didn’t want to argue and nodded my head. “I’ll send Bloodmoon over to help in a bit, just take it easy and get the wound of yours clean up” I nodded my head again as Moon and Eclipse left for a moment while I looked outside to see a crowd staring. I didn’t like the attention the scene caused as it was very uncomfortable to me. As I went over to turn my sign to close, I saw moon and BloodMoon walking over with a broom and dustpan along with a trash bag and a tarp for my window I’m guessing.

“Thank you guys, even tho this didn’t involve you” It was nice to have some people care even if they are animatronics  but I didn’t care about that. “It’s the least we can do to help out, now let's not stall before someone gets hurt” Bloodmoon said as we started to clean the place and the glass that was from my shop's window. Once the place got clean up and everything was put away, Moon was attending to my wound while Bloodmoon was getting the tarp up and covering the broken window.

“You sure you're going to be alright orchid, you've been quiet for a little bit” Moon asked when he placed the bandage over my treated wound. I only just cast my eyes down as I was disappointed in myself. I felt pathetic for not dealing with my mother sooner.

“I just need time to myself is all” 

I gave Moon my fake smile to hopefully have him think I was alright so he didn’t have to worry about me. Moon placed a hand on my head and lightly patted it before he went over to Bloodmoon and helped him out with the tarp. When they were done, they left after checking on me one last time as I looked at the time.

I packed everything up for the day as I headed down to the police station to file a report. It took about half an hour and it felt longer because I could hear my mother in the background begging to be released and so on. “Alright miss/mr L/n, you're free to go and if anything else happens then do call alright” The policeman said as I only nodded my head.

Leaving the station and heading back to my place. I just went straight into my apartment and wasn’t gonna bother the rest of the day. I was so tired and stressed that I just wanted to either relax in a hot bath or crawl into my warm bed. “This is the most shitty day I have ever dealt with” I mumble to myself even tho I was alone in my apartment. I wish I had someone who would comfort me at my time of need

I didn’t want to go over to the celestial bar to bother the guys there since they have enough people to deal with. I went to my room and changed before I layed on my bed and started at the ceiling. In my bedroom all alone, my vision started to blur as I bit my lip since I was trying to contain my sobbing. But I couldn’t contain my tears as they just poured down my face.

“I hate my life”

[arcane-abomination]

“It was in my flaws, I found a much deeper truth and it is from them, I bloom; a black rose.” -Segovia Amil

🌹 𝕸𝖞 𝕮𝖗𝖆𝖋𝖙 🌹

⚜️ Path: Tenebris Luna

⚜️ Magick: Grey/Crooked/Left Hand

⚜️ Title: Chaote/Chaos Witch or Cosmic Occultist

⚜️ Magick Name: Oculus Bloodmoon

My path began in my childhood, where I struggled with the yolk of Christianity and its cruel, fear bated chokehold. I remember calling to the universe, begging to be taken away from the church and its perverse tactics of belief, not focusing on any singular god. Slowly, I came through my depression, led to freedom by an unseen force, laying a path out of the religious cage that bound me. However, it was easier said than done and even though I became a witch at 15, the PTSD from the lasting wounds inflicted by the church made my launch into paganism a difficult one.

Much of that fear still controlled me and I practiced under the label of a Christian witch for some time. Not out of a sincere belief, but rather out of the leftover fears and control the church had on me. Luckily, the spirits that led me, would not abandon me and slowly but surely would take my hands and guide me through the ridged terrain from which I found myself and slowly I would emerge from the filth of religious torment, blossoming into the creature of chaos I am today.

🌹 𝕸𝖞 𝕻𝖗𝖆𝔠𝖙𝖎𝔠𝖊𝖘 🌹

⚜️ Primary Focus: Chaos Magick, Death Magick, Void Magick, Psychonautics, Eldritch Magick, Vampyre Magick, Blood Magick, Astrological Magick, Alchemy & Sex Magick

⚜️ Secondary Focus: Dragon Magick, Divination, Ancestral Veneration, Druidry, Shamanism, Hedgewitchery, Animism, Energy Healing, Kitchen Witchery, & Baneful Magick.

My practice mainly focus on the chaotic forces of the void and of worlds beyond our own. I spend my time diving into realms of viscous conception, dancing with death, and connecting my third eye to otherworldly entities that defy traditional comprehension. How I work isn’t always considered “normal” by many modern day practitioners. I take what’s comfortable and turn it on its head, cultivating methods that make sense to my own madness rather than tradition.

🌹 𝕸𝖞 𝕯𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖘 🌹

⚜️ Working Pantheon: Loki, Hecate, Leviathan, Shub-Niggurath, Yog Sothoth, Mi’Taal, Lilith, Necros, Azazel, & Creator Azathoth.

⚜️ Veneration Pantheon: Ganesha, Set, Horus, Odin, Sobek, Artio, Bastet, & Veles.

⚜️ Other Entities: Chernobog & Belobog

⚜️ Spirit Court: Spirits that each have a specific role within my life. Some of the names as well have been left out for the spirit’s privacy.

Hör’hem - Black Adder Snake - Sacrina Guide

Florentine - Scarlet Rose Spirit - Astral Partner

Rakshaw - Panther - Moon Magick Guide

Khami- White Pteralykos - Shaman Guide

Jefi - Raven - Void Guide

Familiar - Thoughtform - Reaper Appearance

Dragon Guide - Storm Dragon

The spirits and deity I work with are partners. They are not above me and I not above them. They do not stand high on a pedestal but rather walk beside me hand in hand. We are the same, living on different plains for the time being. They offer me energy and I offer them the same, an equal exchange of talents and abilities between friends, family, and coworkers. I do not worship, I venerate. Nor do I buckle in subservients to beings without claim on this realm. I honor, and show gratitude but I do not bend a knee.

🌹 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕯𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖘 🌹

⚜️ Gender: Androgynous / Librafemme

⚜️ Pronouns: They/Them/It

⚜️ My Sexuality: It’s complicated…I’m a grey ace that likes masculine women, AFAB NB, Trans Men, monsters, & fictional characters of any sex. I’m also Demisexual, Ageosexual, and Panromantic.

⚜️ Beliefs: I consider myself a “Pagan Omnist.” I don’t believe in one single truth but rather the fact that everything has a level of truth to it, but nobody will ever be 100% correct because our mortal minds prevent us from comprehending or glimpsing the full truth until we leave our bodies behind.

⚜️ Hobbies: Drawing, writing, reading, cooking, gaming, ghost hunting, & witchcraft

⚜️ Likes: Horror, Gore, Monsters, Dead Things, Storms, Autumn, Eldritch Things, & Roses

⚜️ Dislikes: Doing dishes, Hallmark movies, parasites, heights, talking on the phone, & doctors

⚜️ Disabilities: I have ADHD, OCD, and Depressive Anxiety disorder. Sometimes I misunderstand, misread, and process things a bit differently.

[nomsthecat]

Welcome!!

Hey there!!(im back, back again) I don’t have a fancy ‘meet-the-artist’ introduction page, but I make do with what I have<3

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that is all thank you [fics/things I’m working on below cut]

Fics !

Dca / Dca fandom:

RaRVaB [Roses are Red, Violets are Blue - Short bloodmoon x y/n] - Completed

SM [Sporeadical Mechanisms - Dca/SB and TLOU crossover au. Dca x y/n] - WIP

SfS [Scarlet for Sacrifice - Short(?) vampire bloodmoon x y/n] - WIP

NeB [Not Enough Bloodlust - Co-Creator to @/LabLabrava ‘s AU/Fic. - Mafia bloodmoon x y/n] - WIP / Hiatus

LC [Lethal Company]:

QtQ [“Quote” the Quota - Co-Creator to @/Keval ‘s AU, Lethal Company and DCA crossover au. - Dca/Eclipse x y/n] - WIP

[kikiwritesfanfic]

Tainted Magic, Tainted Blood ~ Prologue

A "The Sun and Moon Show" AU x Reader

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter One

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"Come on, this has to work." 

Eclipse regarded the tattered maroon book in his hands with caution but determination as he stood in the center of his makeshift shrine. He had set everything up that he needed to. The runes were traced carefully into the dirt beneath him and the sun had long since set. Nobody else was anywhere near his carefully-selected location deep within the forest, and the full moon shone brightly up above. He even dressed himself in the darkest clothes he could manage to find, and now stood in front of his offering of some of his own blood. All that was left now was to speak the words written in the ancient language upon the pages in the dark book. He raised the book up with one hand and stretched out his other arm theatrically.

"De profundis clamavi te;

Fer caedem, fer potestatem;

Sanguis lunae me adducere!"

As the foreign words fell from Eclipse's mouth, he felt something powerful flow through his body. It was as if every single one of his nerve endings had come alive all at once, and the trees around him seemed to also sway and shake about from the invisible force. Darkness clouded out the full moon and the runes began to glow a bright red. Eclipse felt a laugh bubbling up from his chest. It was working! Everything was going according to plan!

Just as the wind began to pick up and the entire forest clearing was coated with the red glow, it all just... 

Stopped. 

The trees stood still and the feeling of untamed magic running through his body ceased.

"What?" Eclipse hissed, frantically looking around. What had gone wrong? He had followed all of the steps, even went above and beyond on some of them! Did he say the spell incorrectly? Was there not enough of a blood offering? Eclipse desperately scanned through the page the book was open to, trying to discern what - if anything - he failed to incorporate. But he drew up blank. 

He was about to call it quits when he realized that the clearing was still drenched in red lighting. The moon was also still nowhere to be seen, and although the runes were no longer lit up, they seemed to be... moving?

A slow, guttural laugh sounded from behind Eclipse, prompting him to wildly scan the trees behind him. When nothing seemed out of the ordinary, he turned back around and startled, tripping over his own feet and falling backwards into the dirt.

A humanoid, red and black... thing towered above him, smiling deviously.

"Finally!" it yelled, making Eclipse flinch from his spot on the ground. "We have been summoned, but by who? Oh, it certainly has been a long while since we've visited this realm! Yes, yes, a while it has been!"

The creature smiled down at Eclipse, bearing his sharp teeth in the process. Its eyes seemed to glow in the red lighting that still shone in the clearing, and Eclipse found himself noticing that instead of pupils, it had one red and one white star in its eyes. It chuckled again as it took in the trembling figure beneath it.

"You are the one that summoned us, yes?" it asked, tilting its head to the side in curiosity.

Eclipse blinked his dazed state away and cleared his throat as he rose back to his feet. "You are BloodMoon?" he asked, a little taken aback. The creature seemed to smile even wider at the mention of its name.

"Yes, yes! We are BloodMoon! Feast your eyes on damnation!" it bellowed into the sky above, throwing its hands up into the air. Eclipse looked at it with a hint of distaste in his expression.

"You're a lot... Oh, how do I put this... smaller than I would have expected," he said eyeing the demon skeptically. It seemed to take great offense to his statement.

"HOW DARE YOU?!" the demon roared. "We ought to show you your place, strange man! Yeah, show you your place, we shall!" It turned around and stopped abruptly at the sight of the blood offering in the center of the circle of runes. A strange sound emmitted from its chest, rising up and taking over the otherwise silent clearing. Eclipse eyed the demon curiously as it circled the rock with his blood. 

The red creature lifted the rock with wide eyes as its devious smile returned to its face. "Blood we seek, and blood we have found. Oh, how exciting! But we did not work for this blood. Taking it shall be no fun!" it said, scrutinizing the stained rock. Now it was Eclipse's turn to take offense.

"Excuse me," he said, stepping back into the demon's view. "Yeah, hi. Just thought you should know that that's an offering to you, from yours truly," he said, gesturing to himself. He held up his arm, showing the red line that gleamed in the even redder light. "All I ask in return is a little favor of you," he continued, looking down at the creature. It blinked back up at him curiously.

"An offering, he says. Yes, he says an offering. But for what? We don't take favors lightly." The demon seemed to growl slightly at the thought of having to perform any kind of task for Eclipse. Still, he smiled as he clasped his hands behind his back, pacing around BloodMoon with a superior heir about him now.

"Let's make a deal," he declared. "If you like that little offering I have for you, then you'll certainly like what you'll get if you agree to work with me."

BloodMoon tilted his head to the side once more, regarding Eclipse's posture wearily. The demon did not like that he carried himself as if he was somehow better than it. Eclipse was mortal, unlike BloodMoon, who would outlive him greatly in its immortality. Still, its curiosity outweighed its distaste for Eclipse's attitude. "Shall we get to kill? Maim and behead? Drink blood all day? Will we be well fed?"

Eclipse was starting to find himself rather annoyed by the way the demon spoke. He took a breath to calm his irritation before speaking again. "Have you ever had royal blood?" he questioned, allowing his smile to return to his face. BloodMoon's eyes seemed to shine brighter.

"Royal blood? Royal blood? We thinks we have not! No, no royal blood in the roster!" it confessed, stepping from side to side in what Eclipse assumed was anxious bloodlust. He smiled. This was going exactly as he wanted it to go. The demon was hungry for blood, and seemed ready to do just about anything to get it.

"Then work together with me, and you shall have the blood of a princess," Eclipse proclaimed, extending his hand towards the demon. BloodMoon stared quizzically at Eclipse's hand, as if it was debating the situation inwardly. After a long moment of it silently teetering from side to side, it energetically grabbed his hand with both of its, chuckling darkly.

"Oh, little Eclipse, little Eclipse," it said, not letting go of his hand. Eclipse wondered how it knew his name when he never told him. "We hope you understand what you just did," it warned. Eclipse scoffed and attempted to pull his hand away, but was met with a surprisingly strong grip. BloodMoon's pointed black nails dug into his skin, drawing more blood from him than he felt comfortable with. He locked eyes with the demon's challenging stare, ready to face whatever it was that he needed to in order to get what he truly wanted - to be King. To rub it into his stupid brothers' faces when he was the one to marry the princess. To watch them fade from everyone's mind as he rose to the top, ruler of the kingdom that treated him so harshly. Ruler to everyone.

Eclipse suddenly cried out as the clearing seared in a bright white light. BloodMoon let go of his hand, so he promptly fell backwards again for the second time that night. He writhed in pain on the ground beneath the demon, unaware of what exactly was going on, but unable to think either way. BloodMoon let out a develish cackle, rising off of the ground as its hands performed complicated movements it seemed to know by heart. 

The white light slowly drifted from being everywhere, to a concentrated sphere in between BloodMoon's hands. More of the same foreign language Eclipse used to summon it fell from the demon's mouth and the stars it had for pupils disappeared. The pain Eclipse felt grew stronger, stronger so as he gasped desperately for air on the ground. 

Just as the pain began to become unbearable, it stopped and BloodMoon touched back down to the forest floor in front of him. Eclipse sputtered, trying to catch his breath for a moment before finally looking up at the demon. A soft white, glowing orb floated just above one of its outstretched hands, illuminating the demon's face and casting shadows that accented its bloodthirsty eyes. 

Eclipse brought himself to stand after a few more moments passed of him slowing his breath. BloodMoon looked up at him with an unreadable expression, leaving Eclipse with an uneasy feeling. "W-What is that?" he stuttered, hating how weak his voice sounded now. 

"What is this, he asks. Ohhoho~ This shall be most intriguing. Most intriguing indeed!" the demon singsonged, much to Eclipse's annoyance. His patience was beginning to run thin, especially now that he felt like crap. It was as if he hadn't slept in days while doing vigorous work the entire time. He had no idea what that... That... Thing had done to him, but he didn't like it.

Just as he was about to begin angrily interrogating the demon, it spoke again. "This, is for you, little Eclipse," it said, holding his hand with the floating orb in it out to him. "You can call it... a star. Oh, yes, a little star for little Eclipse." Eclipse reached out slowly to touch the star and recoiled with a hiss when it burned his finger. BloodMoon seemed to find that funny, which only ran Eclipse's patience dry.

"Okay, listen here, you imbecile," he spat, standing a little taller. "You shook my hand, now let's talk business. No games, no rhymes, no stupid metaphors." BloodMoon tilted its head to the side yet again, amusement in its eyes. It pulled its hand away and the star continued to float over nothing. 

"No games, he says. No fun! Little Eclipse, quite the killjoy." The demon turned and picked up the rock with Eclipse's blood on it again. "That star can grant your many wishes. As many as you want. Everything you seek, wish for it and you'll see." 

If it weren't for what the demon actually had said, Eclipse probably would have seethed at the fact that they rhymed again. But now he stared at the white orb, his devious grin plastered to his face once again. He reached out to the orb and placed his hands underneath it, as BloodMoon had done moments before. To his surprise, the star followed his hands back towards him. 

This was it. He finally had everything he needed to start his ascension to King. No, why stop there? Why not just be a god to this pathetic little world? 

Calm down, he thought to himself. Start with becoming King. If all goes well, then you can go from there. He silenced his thoughts and tried to focus on what his first plan of business would be. There were so many options. 

And yet, only one stood out to him as his first order. 

Eclipse closed his eyes, concentrating hard on the star's energy. Now that he was focusing on it, he realized he never stopped feeling the power of it flowing through his body. He was merely distracted. But not anymore.

BloodMoon backed away from Eclipse, hopping from foot to foot now with excitement. "WE FEAST ON MORE BLOOD AND FUTURE COME!" it bellowed into the night sky. "PRINCESS BLOOD! PRINCESS BLOOD!"

Eclipse ignored the chanting of the demon. His smile was bordering wicked now that he knew just how powerful he was. Nobody would see what was coming. Nobody would know better. Nobody could stop him! 

Now, for his first order of business...

Nobody shall remember who Sun and Moon are.

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A/N: AHHHHHHH IM SO PROUD OF THISSSS!!! I hope y'all enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it because ohhh myyy godddd!! Did you like how I incorporated some of BloodMoon's actual lines from the show into this? Did ya did ya did ya???

How're we feeling? Scared? Excited? Wondering when you'll be in the story! Well, literally next chapter, if I don't change my mind. So far, I already have literally the ENTIRE plot for this story written out, so as long as I don't lose motivation and y'all give me encouragement (pls I'm literally such a baby I need to be told my writing is good), this story has amazing things coming!!

[thorns-and-rosewings]

What is some of the insanity that happens in the Seraphim AU? Well... That insanity might seem a little less in comparison to other AU's I am sure. So maybe just a few random facts then?

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Seraphim Eclipse - On day 1 threw out those stupid barrels. He still doesn't know what purpose they actually served beyond driving up the anxiety levels of the previous attendants.

-Eclipse owns the Pizzaplex and there are slowly going to be new sections added to it over time. Including one thing he's excited about, an entire ampitheater where they will eventually host acrobatics shows on the level of Cirque du Soleil.

-While can eat, he only really eats oranges. The reason being that his Creator would always eat them while he was building Seraphim. It's something he picked up from someone who meant a lot to him.

-Stated from the previous post about Forkface, the mute Moon knock-off actually does come by every now and again. He gets along with Seraphim Eclipse, occasionally helping out with cleaning up and Seraphim gives him some advice on how to better approach people in his own world.

...he may have given Forky a dagger, just in case he needs to defend himself from the crappy people in his world...

-In spite of his deep, uncalled for, hatred of Sun/Moon/Eclipse, that hate doesn't translate into a hatred for ALL variants of them. He will be quite friendly to other versions, probably to the point he might even befriend a few of them.

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Arc Bloodmoon - He is quite fond of videogames and it's one of the few things that can get him to stay still in one place for any extended periods of time.

-His favorite game series is DOOM and he has played every single one and even owns actual classic arcade machines for the original games as well as the ported versions.

-Doomguy is his hero and he has cosplayed as him.

-The irony is that in spite of loving those games so much he is actually terrible with using guns. The reality is his second personality is actually handling the controls.

-Aside from videogames, he also loves gardening and over the interdimensional trips he has taken multiple samples of some plants to grow in a massive greenhouse on the property.

-His favorite plants are roses.

-In fact as he works on his roses he will often select one that he deems perfect and give it to Twila. As she adores roses too.

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Cherubim Lunar- A lot like Canon Lunar, he tends to feel that he isn't taken seriously by his siblings. As his older siblings do tend to baby him a lot.

-One such example is when something inappropriate occurs both Bloodmoon and Eclipse instinctively cover his eyes... Which he usually just pouts about because he isn't actually a child.

-Occasionally he will sit with his brothers on the roof of the Pizzaplex and they will all just stargaze.

-Lunar has floated the idea of building a planetarium-esqe area to the Pizzaplex which would be powered by his magic.

-Given that his brothers each have weapons of their own, he has been secretly trying to find a weapon that he could use. Unfortunately this has been a little... Disastrous.

-One such disaster involved three shuriken and a naginata...

-...They spent 5 hours trying to remove the stuck weapons from their version of Monty, who had been 'Helping' Lunar.

[lonelypond]

Secret

Wenclair, Wednesday (TV 2022), 1.2 K, 1/1

Wednesday is preparing Enid's Secret Santa gift.

No albums were harmed in the writing of this fic.

Secret

Wednesday Addams sat on the chair she used for cello practice, leaning forward, her foil in hand, rather than a bow. Music was represented by the pile of moonstone, bloodmoon, and jade green, and mahogany Taylor Swift vinyl trapped under the point of the foil. Wednesday spun the sword, slowly, but inexorably increasing the force she was exerting downward. Her father would chide her about proper sword care, Bianca Barclay would brush away all future tossed gauntlets as Wednesday would be an opponent unworthy of her rank. But Wednesday found as the point of the foil drilled through the vinyl, shattering it, a sensation of pleasure rose each time the point broke through to a new platter. Her Secret Santa gift to Enid Sinclair was recorded, the mixtape, authentically lodged on a cassette with Wednesday’s careful calligraphy listing the song and commentary list scratched onto the paper cover tucked inside. She wondered if she should have recorded the albums as they shattered as a backdrop to her commentary. She had delicately shredded the covers, cutting strips with the sharpest of craft knives, until Taylor Swift’s face became a muddle of flesh tones and dark backdrops. She appreciated Ms. Swift’s craft; what she did not appreciate was how Enid’s eyes lit up when a Taylor Swift song came on or how Enid had bouncily requested Wednesday donate a couple of rare books to the “Get Enid Taylor Tickets” auction. Yes, the books were dusty (She had hidden Thing’s favorite hand cream for that betrayal), but they were also irreplaceable. Yes, they would have made Enid’s auction a success if the billionaires lusting for them had found them, but surely transferring enough cash to buy out an entire stadium to a high schooler’s account would have raised some kind of ATF alarm. This is part of why Wednesday had given up cannons at a young age; blade weapons attracted much less government scrutiny than the gunpowder and projectile variety. Pugsley was going to have to learn to obscure the trail of his purchases. Perhaps Wednesday would start a demolition company to gift him for his next birthday.

“Howdy, bestie.” The door opened and Enid rushed into the room, a swirl of butterscotch gold and brightness that could no longer be contained by any means Wednesday had researched. Even midnights seemed brighter since Wednesday had demurred Enid’s offer to replace the duct tape. Where midnights now her afternoon when Enid was present? Was Taylor Swift a Cassandra, prophesing all the dooms. Wednesday was intrigued by that thought. Perhaps she should listen to and shatter some of Taylor’s earlier albums (Taylor’s Versions only, if available). Was this now Wednesday (Enid’s version)? If she was going to cross pollinate any features, Wednesday thought, nay prayed, could it be the fangs and not the blinding colors.

“Wednesday?”

Wednesday (Enid’s version) re entered the physical space of her body opening her eyes to discover an Enid barely the width of a blade off her nose. Blue eyes, worried blue eyes, blue eyes Wednesday would forget to swim in so the weight of her emotions would drag her to doom, looked puzzled. Wednesday flounced back, sword flipping up, Enid skipping back to avoid the tip, Wednesday throwing herself forward, to the floor, arms out, to cover the carnage she had been creating.

“Secret Santa collage.” Wednesday(Enid’s version) hissed. “Don’t ask, don’t tell.”

Enid frowned, “You’re acting…” Weird, strange, odd…all of those words would describe Wednesday’s behavior on any ordinary day so Wednesday was very curious as to how Enid would describe this.

“Silly. Silly.” Enid turned to talk to Thing, “She’s being silly. Isn’t she?”

Wednesday (Wednesday’s version) glared from where she was sprawled on the floor, across destroyed Midnights albums, shards of which cut into her ribs. Thing scuttled over to hover by her nose. He smirked. Wednesday glared.

“I was not expecting you back until later.” Wednesday (Enid’s version) in a weak attempt to cover up embarrassment, scolded Enid.”I do not think you are ready to interact with my messy side.”

“You have a messy side?”

Wednesday (Wednesday’s version) pulled off a devious smile, remembering days coated with dirt, mud, cobwebs, viscera, feathers.

“It’s a private thing.”

Enid stared, then shrugged, “Yeah, some days I just feel like making a pile of all my clothes on the bed and diving in; figures you’d prefer the floor.”

“An ascetic pleasure.” Wednesday (Enid’s version) could feel the hyperventilation start as her heart rate accelerated like an avalanche. What was she saying? Did any of it make sense? How could she get Enid out of the room before Enid discovered what she’d been up to and assumed the Prophet Swift had made Wednesday’s murder list. Well, she had, but after Wednesday (Enid’s version) discovery of the singer’s new found link to ancient prophetesses, Wednesday would draw a careful black line through the name. Future knowledge could be useful and Enid owned all the albums.

Enid reached down with both hands and easily put Wednesday (Enid’s version) back on her feet, fortunately holding on for just 32 seconds too long so when Wednesday’s (Enid’s version) knees buckled as she swooned at Enid’s werewolf strength, Wednesday (Enid’s version) managed to remain upright. Wednesday (Wednesday's version) stepped forward, broadening her shoulders, head held high, chin tilted forward, challenging Enid, daringly blocking the werewolf’s view.

Enid knelt down. Wednesday’s (Enid’s version) throat closed to keep her stomach in. Was this a proposal? Did the revelation of a less perfect side sway Enid to impulsive, impressive possessiveness.

Enid was back on her feet, Wednesday’s foil in hand, examining the tip, “It’s not the sword’s fault Bianca keeps getting first touch. You’ve been letting your defenses down.”

“It’s a trap. A trap. A plan. To win. One I thought about. A lot.” This was all babble. Wednesday (Wednesday’s version) never EVER babbled. Was never ever flustered. Wednesday (Enid’s version) grabbed the foil back, hugging it, “I always have a plan. And I never fail to execute it.” A pause. This needed something else to finish it off, something convincing. “Don’t tell Bianca.”

Pugsley would have done better, Eugene would have been more eloquent. She hadn’t even threatened Enid with defenestration. Wednesday (Enid’s version) brought both hands up to her face and the hand guard rammed her nose, eyes watering as she winced with pain.

Enid very gently put one hand on Wednesday (Enid’s version)’s shoulder, took the foil back with the other, and led Wednesday (Enid’s version) to her bed.

“You’re red, Wednesday. You probably have a fever. That’s why you’re acting so strange.”

Fever, yes, a deadly fever. Wednesday (Wednesday’s version) snarled at Thing, who was on his side, rocking with laughter.

Wednesday (Enid’s version) stopped. An idea. “Get me soup. Quickly. I’ll die without soup.”

“Okay.” Enid sounded more confused than worried, but soup was a request she could deliver on. “I’ll be right back. Lay down. Thing, make sure she doesn’t strain anything.”

Wednesday (Wednesday’s version) reached for the sword. If she rammed it through her chest with enough velocity, no further conversations would be necessary. Ever.

Enid, worried werewolf reflexes fully activated, dodged. “You’re not getting out of this world that easily, Addams.”

And the wink. And the pouty flirty smily perfect poisoned lips. And Wednesday (Enid’s version) was falling back on her bed, actually feverish, pierced through the heart, head full of ENID ENID ENID ENID ENID ENID.

Alas and most unfortunately, for her now not to be birthed future heirs, Wednesday Addams (all versions) was no Mastermind at existing in the presence of Enid Sinclair’s celestial glow.

A/N: My first for this fandom. Wenclair is currently driving my brain. Who doesn't love a good storm cloud raven/sunny day werewolf story? Written for @sapphicfest.

[churchydraws]

*thinks about Smoke, Mist, and Rose thinks about Smoke, Mist, and Rose thinks about Smoke, Mist, and Rose thinks about-*

[rattlyglitch]

A different Ghost Lunar Au idea

(im not changing the story this is just a oneshot idea because of the new Sun and Moon show episode)

Eclipse walked into the daycare. He didn't expect much when he walked in. What Eclipse didn't expect the most though was to see Lunar. He didn't expect to see them standing, talking with Sun, talking with Moon and Monty, and much less talking with KillCode. Monty was the first to notice Eclipse and stood in front of Lunar protectively. "What are you doing here, Eclipse?" He asked cooly, anger laced into his voice. "Well I expected to talk with Moon and Sun, make them beg for their lives, and end up torturing them but I found something even more unexpected. I found my brother Lunar." Eclipse walked forward and Monty backed up and made sure Lunar went over to Sun.

"You scared Monty? Scared, I'm going to kill him?" Monty growled and Eclipse laughed at this. "Lunar looks as pathetic as they did last time." Lunar looked at Eclipse. "I'm not scared of you any more." Eclipse smirk rose even further. "Oh really." He walked forward more and Monty looked at Lunar. "Kid please just-" "No Monty I won't! I'm not scared anymore because I'm the one in control now Eclipse." Eclipse's face turned to one of questioning. "How are you in control of me supposedly?" Lunar smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know." Eclipse shrugged before turning around. He walked over to one of the barrels and grabbed it. "Killing you will be easy."

Lunar was glaring at Eclipse and Eclipse could tell. "Hey Eclipse guess what." "What Lunar?" "B243Redy29." Eclipse was suddenly stuck in place. Lunar smiled proudly. "Betcha KillCode didn't even know that trick." Eclipse sighed shakily. "Lunar, tell me how you found that code?!"Lunar walked over to Eclipse slowly and stood in front of him. "Well you used it in front of me once. Not to make me stay in place but another time. A time when I was alive much more than now." Moon, Sun, and Monty seemed confused. "What do you mean Lunar?" Moon asked. Lunar smiled. He then transformed into a human girl. She was around the age of eight, had short brown hair in two ponytails, green eyes, and freckles were on her cheeks. The human girl Lunar was wearing a pink fuzzy jacket over a purple shirt and had a black skirt and black leggings on.

The most noticeable thing about her though was her sun, moon, and star themed beaded bracelet and galaxy colored shoes. "Hey Mr.Starbeam, remember me. Mr.Starbeam what's wrong you're shaking?" Eclipse was breathing heavily his smirk had disappeared entirely. "Mr.Starbeam when you killed me did you really think I wouldn't remember when I was a human. Before Bloodmoon or should I say Benny killed me. Mr.Starbeam I thought you said that you loved listening to me talk about magic, and about my favorite character from my little pony named Trixi Lulamoon because she loved magic as well, and that you loved the magic performances I did for you. That you would protect me because you knew my parents had hurt me. Don't you care about me? Why did you hurt me just like them? wh-" "SHUT UP TRIXI." Lunar was silent. "What did you just-" "I said shut up Trixi. You were gone. You weren't you." The girl glared her face turning to one of rage.

"I was still Trixi Thomas. The girl you knew and promised to protect. You promised to keep me safe just like Bloodmoon did. Just because my memories were gone and you gave me new personality traits DOESN'T MEAN I WAS GONE." Eclipse looked at Lunar. "Just change back please." Lunar sighed and turned back to his normal self. "When I died I got my memories back and I was so heartbroken to realize that Mr.Starbeam, the animatronic I thought of as more of a dad then my own dad, hurt me just like my family just because I was different." Lunar walked away while Eclipse stood there, the barrel in his hands, frozen in place, while tears rolled down his face.

[kousaka-ayumu]

Meet Kaida Akahono/Garmadon AKA Cure Dragon, student at NRC and a part of Diasomnia.

Age: 17

Height: 167cm

Theme: Fires and Dragons

Team: Midnight Rose Precure(Hero Team)

Moonlight Bloom(Band)

Position: Lead guitarist(Moonlight Bloom)

Co-Leader(Midnight Rose Precure)

Dorm: Diasomnia

Personality:

Unlike the generic redhead fireusers who we're hotheads*cough*Kai(Ninjago), Akane(Smile PreCure), and many others*cough*, she's calm, cool and collected although a bit emotionless and a difficult person to angry at someone. And blunt.

In the past, she used to be a cheerful and carefree girl who was a bit of a spunk, but an accident involved with her old friend changed her completely.

Appearance:

Kaida has dark red hair with a blonde bang that only swept to the left side with red fading and reaches the hip and has heterocromia; greenish-blue in the left and emerald green in the right.

As Cure Dragon her hair became cherry red and her eyes became cyan blue.

Dorm uniform

Kaida's is similar to the rest of the Diasomnia students. Kaida also wears dark green eyeliner while in her dorm uniform. The uniform consists of a black all-weather coat with neon green and silver accents, black combat suspenders and belts, jodhpur pants, a small garrison cap, black gloves, and heeled knee-high boots.

Magic

Unlike the other students of NRC and like her friends.

Her Unique Magic is called "Heart of Dragons/Flames" it allows her to communicate with fires and dragons, it also allows her to transform into a dragon.

However in reality since she's the Guardian of Fire. can spontaneously generate and manipulate flame and heat.

Pyrokinesis: This is the ability to control and manipulate any fire or flame, even ones she did not create, and utilize them in any way imaginable. She possesses complete and precise control over their shape, size, intensity, density, temperature, and even color. She could alter its size and intensity from a mere candlestick flame, to an immeasurable inferno. She could telekinetically manipulate any fire or flame to do whatever she desires. She can breathe fire, cause huge, fiery explosions, and use fire to cut through objects. She can even form and control fireworks and dangerous infernos.

Fire Shield: She can create force fields of fire.

Pyromancy: She can see vivid visions or scene through fire.

Pyrokinetic Constructs: She can create objects out of fire. Users can turn the fire into tools, objects, weapons and other items, create semi-living constructs and/or create structures/buildings of varying permanence. Users who have mastered this ability can use it for almost any situation, creating anything they need.

Fire Ball Projection: Create balls of fire.

Ring Creation: Create rings of fire.

Disc Generation: Throw whirling discs of fire and heat.

Shield Generation: Use fire as a shield to bounce back attacks.

Thermokinesis: She has the ability to manipulate temperature by thought. She can use pure thermal energy as a defensive barrier that vaporizes nearly all projectiles. She can melt any object or food like chocolate, ice, glass etc. She can absorb the heat of opponents.

Microwaves Emission: She can throw blasts of heat energy (heat waves).

Heat Senses: Sense the heat presence of others.

Heat Rays: She can fire heat rays from her fingertips to weld metal.

Heat Absorption: Absorb the heat of opponents.

Trivia

She's inspired by Sleeping Beauty and the Grimm Reaper.

Like her teammates, she can also use weapons which is a scythe called "Bloodmoon Wings"

Her hair is usually on fire whenever she was furious.

She's the first Cure who has 2 set of parents her biological ones(Misako and Garmadon) and adopted ones who are dead(Aiko and Hiiragi)

[sangre]

SATINE MOMENT INDULGENCE PWEESE: 3, 5, 13!!!, 20, 26, 29, 43, 49, 50, 60

sixty-nine more questions for your ttrpg characters! / ask.

YAY JAMIE TYSM 4 sharing and sending these!! POGCHIMPS

3. can they accept failure?

yes and no! :d it's a when and where thing – if it came to something smaller, like the goodnatured competition of a game or even when it comes to the learning process (like if reides tried to teach satine how to do something cute and it took 3 hours you know it would be fun and silly, and she wouldn't get frustrated).

satine has failed spectacularly for a long time!! at trying to be who-was, at trying to remember how to do that, the list goes on. so he's not unused to failure and it's not particularly irritating or cruel for her, it definitely comes as 'what happens when you're not ready to do something at the level you'd like to' in a way that's pretty neat!

however, if it came to say, protecting his party or even failing to protect people he set out to protect, he would be mortified. that's the kind of failure she won't take home comfortably at all. but in the same breath, i think she holds herself to a really high standard when it comes to theater performances? like, if he screwed up a really important part of a performance and people noticed, it would be like screwing over everyone who worked really hard to be a part of it. i think that's something she'd have trouble stomaching too. but eh!! that's part of theater just as well and i think he'll get used to it the more practice he has on stage :D

cont. / 10

5. is there something they want to be known for?

he carries the legacy of the theatre de la miséricorde with pride, definitely. i don't think she has much that she wants renown for other than to have the name of satine continue to matter to the people it has touched and continues to... so like, i think to be remembered as someone who loved to share his love of certain plays, music, etc is very important to her. as an adventurer, he's happy enough just doing the work and making the journey, which is so much better with friends!! :3

13. what are some motifs you associate with them? did you intentionally bring in those motifs, or did it happen over time?

i don't actually remember if i chose the rose or if the rose chose me. POGKSD;KLFSDG;JSD but the decision to have a rose in satine's hair has definitely defined a lot of his character/my thoughts of his like, very phantom of the opera-dreamy look! i definitely remember going a bit nutso reading about rose symbolism and seeing smth abt aphrodite saying like "immortal oil of the rose" but it's like passion and blood and classic romantics. very theatrical :3 and rose petals just feel very windblown and he has a little bit of a valentine's day color scheme so it all clicks like that for me.

another big motif for him is a pinkish red crescent moon! which i think was just a design that i liked on a keychain but definitely stems from his close associations with his once fiance refrain bloodmoon and my friend's character, satine's older brother figure, violence bloodmoon. crescent moon also lends a little to incompleteness, period of transformation/the passage of time, feeling happy at night, which are all fun and applicable since satine's class is a reflavored version of twilight cleric, which has a lot of night time spotlight abilities!! (can fly at night, make a spotlight, etc >:D) not to mention he is a reborn drow so nini time is :) time.

i think both of these came up while i was drafting up his character design and honestly i think they were more spontaneous... BUT I CAN'T REALLY REMEMBER EITHER... maybe i was planning this all along or maybe it just all fell together perfectly 🥺

20. what attracts them to someone—platonically and/or romantically, anything counts.

romantically, i think passion! vigor. VEHEMENCE. the need to speak to what you believe/the need to act on your feelings, the unthinking hurry that comes with just running with them. it's beautiful to her! it's honest and it shows a deep connection with your heart, unburdened by anything else. i guess it also shows bravery to her, to speak to what ur heart is feeling and not let anything touch or obstruct that. which is very sexy to satine! he likes storytelling and pretend and masquerade, sure, but in people he could see himself being close to... fervor/sincerity of love, for sure, is attractive.

platonically, i think patience. someone who doesn't mind a little bit of a wait. satine needs patience from people like capital N Needs. like she doesn't vibe well with someone who is like rude because they need something done fast. if someone rushed him in a theater production i think he would be less flustered than she normally would be in telling someone no just on account of, um No. ;GLJSKDHLGSDG;L, a strong believer of good things come to those who wait :) and a lover of people who show like... tenderness and compassion when others need it, esp when learning :D this extends to people wanting to know things about each other's lives too!! he doesn't want to have to spell everything out for somebody immediately either you know, she's not super private either but like... prying 👎🏼👎🏼 basically.

26. what type of person pisses them off?

(looks at the above question) GSDHKGSDF:LS<DG:L<DG UM but like, persistent cruelty? someone who doesn't learn from their mistakes when those mistakes hurt others. someone who keeps doing the same thing even though they've seen that it's wrong. if you have a good enough desperate justification/reasoning, it's not that he can't empathize with that/understand in time – i think there's a lot that he could understand/be patient with, but it does upset him to see someone doing the same shit over and over if it's hurtful like "Hey... Bitcj...... WORK ON IT" ;KHGLJSDF;GLK

29. what feelings do they internalize?

shame? probably shame. the shame of not being the satine-that-was that crops up every now and then freaks him out because it's like, she knows perfectly well that she's not ever going to live the same life twice, nor should she? nor can anyone? ever. and so i think that burden that trails him every now and then is something he doesn't like to share with people/doesn't like to talk about. because then it makes it real and makes it something he needs to work through. so i think for sure the shame and guilt that he knows shouldn't really exist. i think it's been nicer to just live the new life that brings him more peace, than directly confront what he misses about before.

she definitely wants to try, but it's scary. :( so... Shame.

43. how much do they know about the world they live in?

not a ton.... ;SDGHOUGSD;LDF' his memories about how to function are more motor and emotional and stuff like that – things satine aleth knew about the city he grew up near, etc, are harder to reach? so honestly it's been very touch and go. she's learning by experience and by spending time in different places :D but as much as she travels, she tries to absorb as much as possible!!!

49. how often do they cut their hair, if at all?

SO i talked with my DM bc i was like... DOES SATINE'S HAIR GROW?!?!?! ;ljgs0d8gsgd;lkdg and the short answer is no... as a construct i think she's got a set length and her good friend, the legendary and much-loved artificer janvi was like 'if you want to change your hair or cut it or grow it differently let me know and we'll look into it!' but i think satine is okay with it as it is. he likes the long and wavy! but has fun tying it back and wearing short, messy wigs for performances. :D

50. do they have a go-to beverage, alcoholic or nonalcoholic?

THIS IS SO HARD i'm going to reference a random ass energy drink i was in love with when i was a kid - i think the equivalent of a citrus sobe?!?! which they don't sell here anymore. i looked up the ingredients and it's like orange juice lemon juice elderberry citric acid!??!?!?! it would have to be something strong because satine has a very dull/stifled sense of taste and citrus is good for this! something cool and also syrupy and very packed with flavor. he would love [nonalcoholic] strong juice :3 though i'm sure a few diff kinds of mixed drinks are strong candidates for the same kind of thing!

60. what do they have faith in? what keeps them believing?

answered here :D TY SO MUCH AGAIN WAH!!!

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Chapter 2

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Florist Y/n x Bartender Sun, Moon, Eclipse, Lunar and BloodMoon

Genre: Fluff

Warning: None

Word counts: 1396

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1 week later

April 24th

Y/n POV:

A week since I have gone over and visited the celestial light bar. It was an interesting time since it was the first time in like 3 years since I had any kind of freedom to have fun. When I went over to the bar for the first time and met the bartenders there. I didn’t expect to stay long after the first time I tried out one of Sun’s special drinks. Luckily I didn’t stay long to get drunk but long enough to get to know the guys which honestly felt refreshing.

Today I was getting my shop ready as everything I ordered came in today. After I got the shelves stock up and the plants that were ready to be transferred to the windows. I looked around to see how amazing it looked after getting everything situated and done. “I’m very much grateful that Denise gave me this place, if it wasn’t for her then I would be searching for quite some time to find a decent place” I said to myself as I looked outside to see how busy the street was today. Heading over and grabbing two small flower pots that had my favorite flower, I placed them on the main count with one on each end. “Well this is cute for a flower shop” I Jumped in surprise when I heard a voice behind me. Turning around quickly, I saw BloodMoon standing at the entrance of my shop as he looked around the place. “BloodMoon? What brings you here” I asked while BloodMoon came over to the counter where I was standing. “Just came by to see how the progress of your shop is going and to give you this” BloodMoon reached into his dark gray dress pants and pulled out an envelope as he handed it to me.

“What is it?”

I looked at BloodMoon confused as he shrugged his shoulders and just leaned against my counter. “Don’t know but I was told to give it to you” Even more confused on what he meant. I opened the envelope to see an invitation from the Celestial Light Bar which caused me to look at BloodMoon. “Are you guys holding a party or something?” BloodMoon just shrugs his shoulders before going around my shop that wasn’t even open yet. “The others thought of holding an event and everyone who receives an invitation from any of us is allowed to come to the event” BloodMoon mentions as he turns towards my direction while light touches one of the plants near the windows.

“Okay? So when is this event happening?” I asked while putting the invite in my pocket so I didn’t lose it. “Next Saturday at 8 PM” BloodMoon answered without hesitation as he pushed off my counter and walked over to the window and looked outside. “Next Saturday huh, is it a formal event cause I’m not really the type to wear dresses really” I said jokingly since it was true that I didn’t really care to wear anything formal to the event. Since no one really invites me to go unless my annoying mother drags me to one. “It’s just mostly casual so no formal going on at least for a while” I guessed that he and the others had done formal events.

“Well I’ll see what is going on next week if I have plans or not. But other than that, is there something you would like from here or was coming by and handing me an invitation for today?” As much as I would like to continue my conversation with BloodMoon but I had to get ready to open my store. “Chasing me out already rose” BloodMoon said jokingly which had me softly glare at him. I then stopped when I realized that BloodMoon just gave me a nickname that caused me to blush a little.

“Rose huh”

BloodMoon chuckled as he nodded his head. “You remind me of a pretty red rose” BloodMoon explains before he heads to the front door.  Before he left my shop, BloodMoon turned back around and gave me his cheeky grin. “See you around rose” BloodMoon then left, leaving me speechless for the first time.

“These animatronics are gonna be the death of me”

I chuckled softly to myself as I went over and flipped the sign to ‘Open’. The morning was slow but nice for the first day of the shop being open. As the afternoon came around and it was basically my lunch time. I decided to skip it for the day since I just wanted to get at least enough sales for the day before it was closing time. When the last customer left with their purchase, I went over to close the shop since it was now around 6 PM. “A lot of people have came today which is a surprise” I was satisfied with today's results as I was grabbing a broom and started to sweep the floors. Once I cleaned up the place, I looked at the flowers that I had and thought about the Celestial light bar. “I wonder if they would like the flowers I have here” I put the broom away and dealt with the money before grabbing the plants I was gonna give to the bar next door and locked up the shop.

Heading over to the bar, I held the plants in one arm while I opened the door with the other. When I got inside and looked around, I saw that all the guys were doing something with customers as there were a lot then before. “Wow, they sure are popular” I chuckled softly while I walked over to the bar and placed the flower on the counter.

“I see that you have came back here again huh miss/sir L/N” I heard as I looked to see Moon in front of me while looking at what was in front of him. “I just came by and was dropping these off. '' I smiled softly as Moon slightly moved the flowers. “What's the occasion?” Moon turned his attention towards me as I shrugged my shoulders even tho it was mostly meant as a gift. “It be a gift for the drink and the invitation you guys gave me” Moon chuckled softly after hearing that statement from me as the other soon came over and saw what all our commotion about. “What’s going on here?” Lunar ask confused. Sunny looked and squealed excited as he quickly took the flowers I brought into his hands. “Looks like we have received a gift from our sunflower” Sun said as his rays danced around his head happily.

“It’s not that great of a gift” I felt a little embarrassed since Sun was making the gift I gave them a huge deal. “I wouldn’t say that lily, It’s the thought that counts that we appreciate” Eclipse says with a pleasant smirk as Lunar nodded his head happily. I realized something, Both Sun and Eclipse gave nicknames of a plant like BloodMoon did which made my heart skip a beat.

“You alright there Iris, your kind quiet there all of the sudden” Lunar said as he lightly placed a hand on my shoulder. “I’m fine Lunar, I just glad you guys like the gift is all” I gave Lunar a reassuring smile to not worry him even tho his nickname for me was cute like the others. “Was that all you came to do Orchid, or did you want to spend time with us” Moon said teasingly which caused me to blushed a bit as I softly glared at him.

“You guys would like that wouldn’t you”

“That’s right Orchid”

I was a little surprised by Moon’s response as he let out a cheeky smile. I looked at the time and thought of it since I haven’t eaten anything yet. “Hmm if I do, would you treat me to dinner~” I said to all of them as they too were a little surprised before smiling/grinning at my offering. “Why of course rose” BloodMoon said as he quickly left to head to the kitchen. Lunar escorted me to a seat as Eclipse yet again handed me a menu but this one was different from the last time I was here.

“We hope you enjoy your time here lily”