#i write A Lot of stuff about the moon

[blurss3d-writting]

She casts her pale light upon the night and the night's children. Her power; unfathomable, her beauty; infinite. She's upon the sky, round and precious, unobtainable.

[tubbytarchia]

@mcyt-yuri-week day 1 Sun/Moon awooga awooga (Aiko - Star/スター) (Lyrics TL)

(Yeah you're only gonna see GemPearl from me)

[lloydfrontera]

i'm about to be a bitch about alloyd so like. skip ahead if you're not into that ig.

the thing thats grinds me the most about alloyd is that,, we've seen lloyd plan out living the rest of his life at someone's side. we've seen him actively wish to spend the rest of eternity with someone. we've seen him think what sounds suspiciously like marriage vows about someone.

i am not joking or exaggerating here are the quotes:

That’s why, you bastard. I’m going to take care of you until the very end. Once I, your wise and older friend, solve the restoration of destiny problem, you’re going to enjoy the rest of your life by my side in peace. [...] He smiled at Javier and thought to himself. You’re my only friend, Javier. I couldn’t have overcome all the obstacles in front of me without your help. So, my trustworthy and reliable comrade, stick with me until I become a lazy lord and you become my personal guard. I hope we will be able to grow old together… -ch 327

Lloyd felt reassured by Javier's presence as he gazed at him. He could not have gotten this far without the knight. Therefore, he did not want to lose Javier and hoped they would keep bickering with each other for eternity. -ch 361

He thought he'd always be with Javier for the rest of his life. Just like now, he thought they'd spend all their time together moving forward. And like they always did, they'd be by each other's side during hard times. Happy moments. Relaxed days. They'd share all these moments as they exchanged insults and corny jokes, growing old as a lazy lord of a fiefdom and his knight. Lloyd always thought so. The thought just came naturally, without much effort from him, much like breathing. Lloyd believed that Javier would always remain by his side as that was how it had been until now. -ch 222

and at no point in any of those occasions has he ever sounded remotely afraid, threatened or uncomfortable with the idea.

so how come he is all of that when it comes to the idea of marrying what is supposed to be his canon love interest? like???

This is bad. Really bad. Terrible feelings struck his gut. Lloyd's lifelong wish was to find a rather ordinary woman to fall in love with, before getting married and having kids with her to lead an unremarkable family life. This was the extent of the luxury he had always dreamed of, not the frantic romance with the mightiest queen in the entire continent. I can see and feel it. I can sense it. This isn't good. Lloyd could see himself in the queen's pockets, like a scaredy cat in the presence of a ferocious lioness. -ch 390

Lloyd became speechless, even though he desperately wanted to call it an absolute abuse of power, tyranny, and dictatorship. But I'm kind of excited and glad... except what kind of marriage proposal is this threatening...?! But Lloyd couldn't bring it out in words, as his queen had already taken him by his hand. It was rough, yet warm. He could feel every heartbeat that was clearly pounding faster than usual. Ugh. There goes my dream of ordinary living. Lloyd quickly wiped off the tear that was about to fall from his eyes at the thought of the frightening romance. -ch 393

does this sound like someone in love???? like?? genuinely?? is this really what the main character should feel about his love interest???

i'm not even saying that the way lloyd feels about javier is inherently romantic, him feeling perfectly comfortable and hopeful about spending the rest of their life together is perfectly explicable by their close friendship.

but why make your protagonist sound so terrified of the idea of marrying what is supposed to be the love of his life?? when you never did that when writing about his other close relationship??

it's just. it's frustrating. to me lmao

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Fallen Thorns

dark urban fantasy coming-of-age

follows a boy settling into university, when after a date (that he didn’t even want to go on) turns bad he’s made into a vampire

as he settles into his new existence and the local vampire community - while they try to find who’s been leaving bodies across the city - he discovers that there’s something different and darker within him

aroace neurodivergent MC

[kakyogay]

Probably my most favorite tag I've ever gotten on any of my posts 💀

[tellofunni]

Made some refs for my Rot AU

I am a fluffy Iterators enthusiast and I will always draw them with hair

[tenspontaneite]

will you put out any more of your Assembly fic ? i remember seeing you had some more chapters planned after 7 and it's my favourite rain world fanfic

Yes, I will. I have simply been Having A Time lately and writing basically fuck all 👌👌

Been doing more art than anything else honestly. On a related note, I recommend anyone who doesn't want to see art for unpublished assembly or post assembly stuff filter the tag 'assembly spoilers'. It'll be relevant. Honestly it's already relevant, I should probably tag a few things.

[offbeateurobeatmiku]

wait a fucking second

[void-botanist]

Rose's Kiss Week Day 6: Home Alone

OCs: Sierra Callawel and Ian Carlisle (Spinder's oldest sister and her husband)

Words: 1189

Content warnings: none

Notes: Ian's canid form is a common raccoon dog. It is also well-known that shifting to that form makes you itchy.

When Sierra looked up from her computer, she could see the full moon hanging too-large over the faraway trees outside her window.  She’d lost track of time.  Ian would be transformed, now, and she hadn’t seen him at all.  She locked her computer and stood up.  The kids were out, so making a circuit of the house wouldn’t draw them out of their rooms and interrupt the nice night she wanted to spend alone with her husband.

“Ian?” she called as she started up the stairs.  “Where are you?”

She heard a mournful squeaky-toy noise from somewhere down the hall and smiled to herself as she went to find the source of it.  When she flipped on the light in her bedroom, she got a louder and angrier squeak from the bed, where a golden brown and black fluff of a dog was burying his little face under his front paws.

“Sorry,” she said, going to turn on her bedside lamp before turning off the overhead light.  He didn’t raise his head until she sat down on the side of the bed, and then he tried to crawl in her lap immediately.

Laughing, she held him back gently and got fully onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard before she let him snuffle his way into her space.  He seemed content to put his paws across her legs and rest his head on them, but she scooped him up all the way, holding him close against her.  His response was to put his paws on her arm and set his head there instead.  He was probably just tired after transforming, but he always looked so cute and sad in his dog form, and it made her want to hug him tighter.  So she did, pressing her cheek to the top of his fuzzy little head and then kissing him there.  He let out a longer squeak, stretching his neck out further, and as she petted his head she followed his gaze to the brush he’d set out for her.  Oh, of course.  Grabbing it was a bit of a stretch, and she almost dumped him out of her arms accidentally, but once it was in her hand she settled him in her lap and began running it through his fur in long strokes, head to rump.  Instantly he was a dog-shaped puddle in her lap, his only reaction little snuffles of pleasure.  

When she paused to pull out the mat of hair that had collected in the brush, he rolled over onto his back, cradled in her crossed legs.  She scratched behind his ears while she drew the brush along the contours of his ribcage and haunches and arms.  He didn’t even tense as she carefully brought it over his neck and chin.  As soon as she set the brush aside, though, he was getting back out of her lap, jumping down onto the floor with a cacophony of clicking nails and pausing in the doorway to look back at her.  She smiled and followed him back downstairs to the kitchen, where he waited by the table while she got their dinner out of the fridge: sliced chicken, lentils, and a touch of cranberry sauce.  For him, at least.  She could have as much as she wanted.  His was already in a bowl, so once she pried off the lid she set it in front of him on the floor.  He wagged his tail but didn’t move.  While she made her own plate from the main bowls of food, she saw him bend down and sniff his bowl, his eyes never leaving her.  

“You can start without me,” she said.  

He made a sound somewhere between a shriek and a growl and sat straight again. With a laugh she returned the food bowls to the fridge and brought her plate to the table.  

“Blessed be the fruits of the earth, and us among them,” she said, and he squeaked out the same cadence before shoving his face in his bowl.  She ate with half an eye on him inhaling his food, mostly because his enthusiasm was adorable.  

On the way back to bed she carried him up the stairs, letting him jump down on the bed before she got into her pajamas.  He didn’t stay on the bed, though, since she had to go to the bathroom to brush her teeth and he apparently had the energy now to not let her leave his sight.  He brushed against her ankles where she stood in front of the sink, hopped in the bathtub, and started rolling around on the textured treads on the bottom of it.  That was why he was accompanying her.  He’d told her before that there was something sublime about the feeling of the bathtub treads specifically that he really couldn’t explain.  He didn’t feel that way about them in human form.  She didn’t care as long as he didn’t leave his fur in the tub, though she was often the one who cleared it out to take a shower anyway.  But it was worth it to see him being so happy in there.  When she left the bathroom, he followed, and she scooped him back onto the bed.  He curled up right next to her while she read her book for a bit.  After she turned out the light, he yipped along with her presleep prayer, and she gave him a last pet on the head before relaxing into the dark.

At the crack of dawn the sudden weight on the bed woke her.  In the light that sifted around the edges of the curtains she could see Ian, now fully human, getting under the covers.  He turned his back to her—he might not even remember that his transformation always woke her up—but she came over to him anyway, putting a hand on his side as she kissed his shoulder.  When he shifted onto his back, she kissed his scratchy cheek, then gave him a peck on the lips before leaning back on her elbow to look at him.  There was always something a little canine about him to her, but it was stronger when he’d just come back—the way he blinked at her like a sleepy dog melded with the way he still smelled of fur.  And it was his smell, because he smelled the same if she met him in the middle of the hallway, or raiding the fridge downstairs.  After he took a shower it would fade, but for now she breathed it deeply.  She could never explain it to anyone but him, but these were the hours when he smelled most like himself, like her Ian.    

His hand slipped into the curls at the back of her head, guiding her into a deeper kiss.  She wrapped an arm around his warm chest as he smoothed his other hand over her shoulder.  He kissed her a second time, then ever so gently pushed her away.  

“Okay, I’m sleeping now,” he said with a tired smile.

She caressed his cheek, then laid back on her side of the bed.  “Goodnight.”

RKW taglist: @jezifster @kk7-rbs @vacantgodling

Shifters taglist: @outpost51 @kk7-rbs

[felix-krain]

I love Sonic Frontiers guys!

[qualiacumque]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers ♡

sure why not

1). spending easy time with friends is literally the best thing in the world and i say this as a very shy and introverted person. when i was in college and all my friends lived nearby i would spend a huge portion of my time just chillin with them.

2). the sounds of animal calls make me happy - i've been learning to identify birdsong lately, but beyond that every evening where i live the air is full with the sound of spring peepers (frogs)

3). making stuff makes me happy. i'm only an amateur at most of the stuff-making hobbies i attempt, but it's always fun nevertheless

4). right now i'm listening to all a playlist of different versions of the fire emblem theme over time so i'm gonna say all my blorbos from the funny emblem games and other such media franchises make me happy.

5). learning new stuff makes me happy. i'm literally a wikipedia boyfriend, i will just straightup read wikipedia articles for fun, anywhere, anytime.

[bornetoblood]

Setting the Moon Divorce essay font to Comic Sans definatly helps mitigate the emotional damage it’s causing me

[sailorstarr-chan4]

Fandom needs to relearn that you can criticize the things you love without automatically "canceling" it or making it "cringe" for continuing to like it or pulling a Cinema Sins by nitpicking arbitrary bullshit. I truly think the reason why fans are so infamously bad at criticism (both giving and receiving) is because we as a society have lost the art of nuance and critical thinking as a whole. People claim they're "criticizing" a character's poor choices, when in actuality, it's thinly veiled demonized bashing. People bend over backwards to defend a character they love who's heavily criticized for poor representation/harmful stereotypes/bad writing choices, while also being just as guilty towards characters they don't like.

That and the whole "projecting oneself onto a character/story for so long, it becomes an integral part of your personality, therefore a criticism of said thing is a direct attack of YOU." Which is false, obviously, but fandom has yet to understand that.

And frankly, there are times and places where criticism is NOT necessary as a whole. It's one thing to unpack why a story is riddled with problematic tropes, toxic behaviors that are romanticized, shitty plot devices, etc. It's another to disproportionately bicker and argue and pick apart an older story/characters, whose ultimate sin is simply being dated and not holding up with today's standards.

[whumpy-wyrms]

Has Aspen watched Wolfwalkers before? I think he would absolutely love that movie :)

YESSSS YES YES ASPEN FUCKING LOVESSSSSS THAT MOVIEEE

AND SO DO I!!!!!!! like i’ve never seen that movie before but i’ve wanted to watch it for a long time and this ask FINALLY made me watch it and oh my god HOLY SHIT IT’S ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOVIES NOW. i literally JUST finished it and i don’t even know what to say besides this

i need everyone to watch this clip in particular because holy shit i cried during it /pos. like i can’t even describe how much i love this movie and how much it means to me just wow WOW it’s absolutely fucking amazing and i definitely recommend it to everyone. the animation is stunning i love the main characters and everything is just so EXPRESSIVE and the COLORS ANR AHHHH THE WOLVESSSS

Aspen loves it. it’s one of his favorite movies now too (maybe his favorite idk i’ll have to think of what other movies he likes) but guys i don’t even know what to sayyyy that movie is sooo good

thank you so much for sending this ask because wow i don’t know what it is with me and wolves now but wolves are COOL and i LOVE this movie i’m so happy i finally watched it!!! :D

[doctorbrown]

DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 21 / 31 * IMPROVEMENT 」

July 24, 1969

I have been beside myself with excitement over the broadcast of the moon landing and found myself glued to my television set those few days ago, eagerly watching every moment of the footage. I imagine the rest of America has been doing the same. This is a historic, unprecedented moment in human history and I have been anticipating this day ever since President Kennedy's announcement of a national goal back in '61.

That Armstrong should reference Jules Verne's From the Earth to the Moon made me inexplicably happy; at least the scientists and astronauts at NASA are well-read. To think that even a hundred years later, his works would still be relevant and inspiring!

Ever since the Soviet Union's launching of Sputnik back in '57, it was clear that we as a species were entering a new global age of scientific discovery and advancement. The final frontier posed the greatest challenge of all, the unknown, and the desire to understand it, in addition to the recognition and glory such a feat would undoubtedly bestow upon the first to achieve placing a man on the moon, would lead to breakthroughs in the sciences that were previously unthinkable.

From Gagarin's monumental spaceflight around the earth to a man on the moon in only eight short years...

Despite the mounting tensions between the two countries over the years, it was the drive that pushed us well beyond our boundaries, and such scientific advancements would only aid me in my endeavours. I have enjoyed reading the news that has been available to the scientific community, and I was perhaps more fortunate than most.

There is still much work to be done on the time machine, as I have yet to find a suitable automobile to build the circuitry into. There may be some inspiration I can draw from the Apollo 11 mission and the brave men who have pioneered this new age for the world to make further improvements in my own mission.

As my previous attempts with other cars have been less than ideal, I will have to either redouble my efforts into improving these cars or search for a suitable alternative.

There is no time to waste.

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@allvalley100

Prompt: Ritual

Pairing: YasMoon

***

“You sure?”

Moon places an amethyst on Yasmine’s submerged stomach, other hand swiping lavender oil across her girlfriend’s cheeks. “You’ll feel better about yourself. More in control of your life.”

Yasmine blushes. Of course Moon pinpoints her most deep-seated issues with zero hesitation.

But if purple rocks, lilac candles, and lotus-and-violet-petal baths might fix them, so be it.

“So it really works.”

Moon laughs.

“Done this ritual a hundred times. Always clears my solar plexus.”

Moon peels off her tanktop, sliding in beside her. Their legs tangle together—thick vines to grow the flowers around them.

“Okay. You’re the expert.”

***

@karatecaulfield crystal time!!! This is what they do on dates <3