#interactions. Luna

[rykardthebarbarian]

The Iskaran felt out of place amongst these grandiose celebrations, honoring a god that he did not believe in. He caught a blaze of flames out of the corner of his eye, causing him to flinch and turn his head sharply. He visibly relaxed when he realized it was just a performer, juggling a trio of flaming batons. He watched the show, trying to remain present but all he saw in the performer's fire was the blaze the Aetherians used to burn his homeland. These distractions crudely veiled the elephant in the room with them. The journey here had left its marks. Luna had changed so much since the last time they had spoken. She seemed so much wiser, like her true self had finally surfaced. Something in her died alongside the Broodmother she had slain. Nobody had made it to the Queendom unscathed, that much was very apparent. The rudimentary sail that the competitors in the shark boat suddenly snapped off at the base when a wave crashed into their hull, crippling their speed and forcing them to rely on only their paddles to try to keep up with the competition. "Good thing I never took up piracy then. I'm a bad swimmer, I sink like a fuckin' rock," Rykard chuckled darkly. He smiled when he saw the scantily clad men fall overboard, the smack of their bodies striking the water could be heard by the crowd of spectators, who collectively let out an audible cringe. Only a few boats were really in the competition at this point, racing towards the finish line marked by a pair of checkered buoys. "I saw your competition in the gladiator arena. I didn't take you for the type that has a soft spot for dracodiles, of all things," He jested, glancing over at her before focusing on the race again.

It was as if the world was a blur of color around her, bright brilliant flags toned in aquamarine and accents of gold fluttered around her as bards performed about a dancing queen on the lute and there was the flurry of dancer's feet swirling around her and yet there was an ache that resided in the left side of her chest that never went away. It felt as if she was in darkness, forced to forever be faking a smile, the rare true one came when she was coated in blood and the Broodmother's last scream had died in her belly. She had clawed her way to freedom and the true wolf within her had emerged for the first time, she had felt restless for days prior, running from her homeland and caged as they were stripped away one by one with the lucky ones being used for Darkspawn food. The boats raced around the harbor and a true light laugh left her lungs when the banana boatman tumbled from their pontoon. She was relieved for Rykard's presence, company from another wolf helped her feel tethered. "I'm surprised, I would have pegged you for a pirate if I didn't know you." It seems like the freedom of the sea would have suited him well. Another boat did a lap with scarcly clad men who seemed to only be in for the glory and guts. They hit the water with an awful slapping sound that would leave burns. "Bikini boys overboard."

[bananafire11]

Part two to my mlp wof au

Part one!!!

The princesses and cutie mark crusaders

Note that the princesses got some animus stuff going on and that's why Celestia gets to be an extra fancy colored Sandwing^^

[mossysmolboy]

Caregiver Princess Luna Moodboard!

I've been having fun with adding things on the side/over the borders!

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[moonwqves]

⋮ 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡, 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧

───〃★ bruce wayne (batman) x reader.

★ — SUMMARY | shower sex after a night on patrol. ★ — WORD COUNT | 1.2k ★ — WARNINGS | fem!reader ; pwp ; unprotected sex ; mentions of blood/injuries

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI.

most nights when bruce gets back to the manor, you’re still asleep. in the early hours of the morning, just before the sky begins to lighten, he doesn’t expect you to still be awake as he sheds all his gear and trudges his way upstairs.

but some nights you wait up for him, occupying yourself with a book or a new tv series as you sit curled up in your chair in the dark.

he assumes you’re still in bed sleeping soundly and he heads quietly into the bathroom to start cleaning himself up, not noticing that you’re silently watching. he’s known for being stealthy, but tonight you’re the one who’s slipping into the shadows.

his clothes hit the floor piece by piece as he turns the water on and strips bare, the steam from the shower quickly filling the room with heat and fogging up the mirror.

the hot water stings the bloody cuts on his knuckles, and he hisses as he runs his hands beneath the shower stream, watching the blood wash down the drain. they’re just minor scrapes and it’s nothing he isn’t used to by now, but it’s always a chore to take care of himself at the end of the night.

you open the bathroom door just a crack and peek your head inside to call his name, and instantly his head whips around at the noise. droplets of water collect in his eyelashes as he stares at you, his piercing gaze locked with yours as tears of black eyeliner roll down his cheeks, the warm water melting away his dark exterior. he's tired, he's aching and bruised from this routine of difficult nights, but everything disappears the second he sees you.

you pause as he wipes his hand across his eyes, smearing the fading makeup even further before he jerks his head to beckon you to join him, and you quickly start to undress. your clothes slip off, collecting in a pile on the floor next to his as you slide back the glass door and step inside.

your heart races as his eyes silently roam over your figure, streams of water trickling down his toned chest, and you can’t help but study him in return. you reach out to trace your fingers over the old scars that litter his skin, and you note the fresh scratches and cuts he’s earned himself while out in the city tonight.

you start to pull away to grab the soap, but his hand wraps around your wrist and you freeze, looking up at him. you can see the flash of lust in his eyes as he grips you tightly, pulling you closer until you’re standing flush against his body, and the proximity sends a shiver of desire down your spine.

he leans forward to capture your lips, his deep voice groaning out your name as his arms sliding down to sit firmly around your waist. you melt into him, automatically moaning into the kiss, and he greedily swallows your noises until it feels like he’s going to suck the breath right out of your lungs.

he kisses you harder, one hand falling to your hip while the other reaches up to cup your jaw and guide your mouth further into him, his tongue prodding between your lips in a way that makes you feel warm from the inside out.

his hand on your hip travels lower to grope your ass, and he squeezes a little harder when you let out a gasp against his lips, relishing in the responses he’s drawing from you. he starts to move and suddenly you feel the ice cold tile of the shower wall against your back, and you arch away from it instinctively, seeking the warmth of his body.

a large hand grips your thigh and hikes your leg up around his waist, securing your ankle behind the back of his thigh for balance. his pelvis presses between your legs, and you can already feel his cock hardening against your skin.

“bruce,” you whine as you try to rock your hips against him, desperate for the friction he provides.

he doesn’t reply but he lets out a soft noise under his breath, somewhere between a hum and a growl, and he attaches his lips to your neck just below your ear.

he pushes himself into you and you gasp, your heat enveloping his length as you cling to him. your legs tremble as he begins to thrust slowly, your arms wrapping around his neck even tighter. you can feel his biceps flexing around you as he holds you against the wall, supporting nearly all of your weight as he starts to build up his pace. drops of water trickle down your neck and between the valley of your breasts, but it’s hard to tell if it’s from the shower or if it’s sweat.

even after a night of patrol and the physical toll it takes on him, bruce’s stamina far outweighs yours. it only takes minutes before he has you whimpering and clenching around him, struggling to keep up with his relentless pace.

he pulls back to adjust his hips, giving him a better angle to drive his cock into you so that his tip kisses your spot with each stroke. he can tell you’re about to cum when he feels you starting to pull away from him, all the tension in your body building up like a dam about to break as your back arches and you squirm in his grasp.

with one more pointed thrust you come undone, a constant stream of whines pouring from your lips like the shower water pouring down his back. he doesn’t let up until your body goes limp in his arms, fucking you through your orgasm while you can barely keep yourself standing up straight.

suddenly he swoops in and presses his lips to your mouth once again, his perfect pace slipping and becoming more and more erratic, and you know he’s close behind. with your leg behind him you pull him closer, giving him just enough extra leverage to bury himself inside you as deep as he can go before his release slams into him.

his grip on your hips is almost bruising as he keeps you held tightly against him, letting out low, deep groans as he spills into you. warmth floods your stomach and you exhale a shaky whimper as you start to come down from the dizzying effects of your high.

just before you feel your leg starting to cramp up he pulls back, slipping out of you but keeping his arms still firmly around you to keep you supported. he tilts his head down to study you, secretly preening at the fucked-out look on your face. he looks much worse off, his cuts and scrapes still forming scabs and the black makeup streaked across his cheeks, but he’s still more concerned about you than himself.

he gives you a moment to stand on your own, and he smirks when you immediately reach again for the soap and start to scrub at his body with a loofah.

he lets you pamper him for now, because he knows neither of you will be getting any sleep until dawn.

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if you enjoyed reading, please reblog or let me know in a comment or an ask! feedback helps so much with motivation and gives me energy to continue writing :)

a/n: this is my first time posting outside of my main fandom, but it was a lot of fun to write && i am really excited to continue writing new things!! i hope you enjoy, please interact (reblog, comment, ask) if you liked it!

[babyrribbon]

pwincess luna stimboard !

req by @thecouncilofsmols

x x x x x x x

[PT: Princess Luna stimboard. Requested by [tag]. [link]. /End PT]

[swottydoodler]

An unlikely friendship🥹🥹

Illustration for chapter 2 of Jury of Hearts by @absumoaevum 🖤🖤

Chapter 3 is out, which I implore you to eat rn, and follow the author while you're at it😉😉!!

FF:

[nonexistent-tales]

i should get into solarballs again ngl (even if my designs are. like completely separate??) earfh thing that started as a doodle

[ask-mobile-iterator-project]

To Perpetual Umbra:

A Crimson red pearl was noticed amongst fresh delivery and it came with attached message to it: "Greetings Perpetual Umbra, I hope Im of no inconvenience, but I would like to ask for the assistance. This particular data pearl contains valuable for me and my workgroup data, but in so far I was unable to decrypt and extract the data. Im unable to address my peers for assistance due to technical issues and I was hoping you might help with it" - WSS

Pearl appears to be indeed encrypted, but on such surface level it was surprising "WSS" couldn't access it. With minimal effort data was extracted and it contained quite the volume of old, even ancient, star charts and maps used for navigation and constellation charting. But amongst this all there was also.... a hymn. Put on autoplay it ring damaged by time song and words. Despite the damage first words of the hymn can be clearly heard and understood:

We're no strangers to love You know the rules and so do I A full commitment's what I'm thinking of You wouldn't get this from any other guy

The Mobile Iterator Project Askblog is now Permanently Closed. Thank you everyone for your submissions.

....not really. here's your response.

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[COMMUNICATIONS RECEIVED]

Respondent(s): MIP_02 "Perpetual Umbra"

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Luna's Notes: I wouldn't normally take an ask like this, but it spoke to me for some reason. ((the bit it was the bit it was the opportunity for The Bit)) . ask is of dubious canonicity as I'm sure there are methods of "trolling" within this universe but Rick Astley's famous song likely does not exist, unsurprisingly. 👍

[littledreamgirl]

✨🌌🌙 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚 🌙🌌✨

[mip-dev-center]

MIP Interactive Scenario 1: LOF's Hangout Event (Part 1)

See This Post for explanation.

You are a recently activated MIP Unit, and you are still getting used to the MIP Development Center, so you're taking a walk around the Facility.

As you travel the grounds of the MIP Development Center, you notice a strange catgirl peeking behind a wall in one of the hallways. What will you do?

> You ask her why she's snooping around.

???: "!!"

???: "Um, I'm not snooping... I came here to check on a couple friends of mine. I'm just making sure there aren't any threats first. Y'know, I've never seen you around here, so you're the suspicious one, really."

He deflects your arguments in a very un-convincing manner. He's at least talking to you now, though. What shall you do next, YN?

> You do a silly dance to prove you're not threatening.

Instead of introducing yourself like a normal, well-adjusted individual, you elect to start dancing in front of them. Your dance moves are absolutely horrid. The foul beast looks upon you with an expression of utter disgust, which is fitting, given the appalling display you've just forced them to witness.

???: "Uh..."

???: "Hey buddy, you didn't answer my question..."

...That did not go as well as you had hoped. Still, there is plenty of time to turn things around! You...

> Collapse from embarrassment.

You're so humiliated by your own incompetence that you fall to the ground, crying and shaking pathetically. The wretched beast takes pity on you, assaulting your neural terminus with an uninvited barrage of trite nonsense.

???: "Oh, shit. Are you, like, okay? Sorry, I didn't mean to, like, insult you..."

???: "See, I'm like, autistic and shit, so, like, sometimes I say things I don't really mean... Like, ‘You're ugly’ or ‘I hope you never escape the Cycle’ or ‘The Director should be assassinated’ and that kinda stuff. Which is all a joke, by the way!"

???: "...Legally speaking."

You're fairly certain that Autism Spectrum Disorder doesn't cause insurrectionist tendencies, but you're sure this kind stranger has no reason to lie to you.

ET: "Anyways! My name's Engulfing Twilight! Now you have to tell me your name!

Time to re-do that introduction. What’s your name?

> Youthful Nightfall

You resist the urge to tell """Engulfing Twilight""" that you are named after an (admittedly) prolific RPGmaker game about wandering one's own dreams. Instead, you Introduce yourself as “Youthful Nightfall”, or YN.

ET: "Oh, it's nice to meet you, YN! Haha, your name reminds me of Yume Nikki! Have you ever heard of that game? It's pretty kino!"

ET: "Though, like, if we're talking kamige... It'd have to be 2kki. You wanna hop on 2kki right now?? We can go on YNOproject. It’s super easy to pick up."

After improper usage of the term “kino”, "Engulfing Twilight" incorrectly asserts that Yume 2kki is “kamige”. Ignoring this term’s historical usage in reference to Visual Novels specifically, Yume 2kki isn't even a particularly exceptional experience. If we want to talk actual “peak”, we would naturally discuss Hollow Knight. It has stunning art direction, a breathtaking score, immaculate, tightly woven gameplay with just the right amount of experimentation, an expansive and enthralling world, and a very serviceable and compelling narrative. Truly, the art form of video games would be nowhere without the introduction of Hollow Knight. I wouldn't go as far as to call Yume 2kki “kusoge” (like Hatoful Boyfriend), but it pales in comparison to the glorious Hollow Knight. Anyways, he invites you to play his favorite walking sim whilst visibly trespassing on private property. This is because he is stupid.

ET: "Oh!!! Orrrr... You could help me out with a little "prank" I'm planning! What'll it be, YN?"

You weigh the options in your mind. You can either play kamige (Yume 2kki), which IS in fact kamige, despite the other Narrator's assertions. OR you could help LOF with their little prank. Or you could suggest something else, I guess...

> PRANK TIME

(author's note this option had 100% of the vote somehow despite “suggest to visit thorns instead” being an option. this is really shocking and definitely because I railroaded everyone into picking it ah wait)

Regrettably, you agree to "Twilight's" plan without even asking what it is first. One may perhaps wish to exercise a bit more caution in the future.

-> [Next Part]

[slythercub]

Harry Potter characters that would most likely accept an age regressing S/O

Lupin: this is a no brainer. he’s kind, gentle, understanding, and knows how it feels when it comes to coping with trauma. he would be the BEST caregiver known to man. you want a stuffie? he’s got it. you want your paci? he’s got it. you want cookies? he’s got it. literally anything you want he’d do. because moony is just the sweetest boy <3

“Oh, is my little elf feeling small? Come on, let’s get you go eat something. It’ll make you feel better. Then, how about a movie? I heard carebears is nice.”

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Snape: okay. now this one is tricky. at first, he’d be confused. since he’s not exactly the best when it comes to coping with his own trauma. he’d most likely think it’s childish and idiotic. BUUUT, the more he understands and learns about it, he’s wrapped around your finger. making sure your stuffies never fall off the bed, making you warm bubble baths when you’re not feeling well, brewing potions specifically for your wellbeing. he might not be as gentle and affectionate as Lupin, but he loves and takes care of you in his own way. he’s trying, that’s what matters.

“Are you feeling… regressed? Come here, let me tuck you in. I can’t have a little thing like yourself feeling exhausted, now can i?”

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Luna: again. no surprise. whether as a caregiver or just someone to confide in, she’d COMPLETELY understand. matter of fact, id say Luna would be the best person to go too to explain your regression because she’d never judge you. she’d understand and help you with whatever you need. (she’d might even join in if it made you happy).

“Oh? Well that’s alright. We’re all different in our own way. I think it’s nice. If it makes you feel better, it’s worth it. Don’t you think?”

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Neville: the sweetest boy. would do anything you asked him to if it meant it would make you feel safe and secure. he’d keep all of your little gear in a safe place where only you and him could find it, he’d always make sure the bed is nice and tidy for you, always has cartoons in for you, whatever you need, he’s on it.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay. Take your time, I’m right here.”

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Tonks: she’s fun loving, warm, and empathetic. a perfect person to feel comfortable enough to age regress in front of. i could see her painting your nails or bringing you your fav plushies just to make you smile or laugh.

“Don’t be embarrassed. This is your safe space, and I’m honored you’re letting me be apart of it. Don’t ever be ashamed.”

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Sirius: this depends on the era (pre-or post-Azkaban) but i can see him as very nurturing, actually. but in a playful, joking kind of way. he’d definitely crack jokes, but never to hurt you. he’d try to make you laugh and feel better about regressing. he definitely has a childish side so i think it would be a good duo and could definitely work.

“Oh, you watching bluey? Get outta my way, I ain’t missing this.”

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Harry: kinda like Snape except he’s much more quicker when it comes to understanding and more affectionate. at first, he is confused, but, knowing the childhood he had, it doesn’t take long for him to understand and quickly take care of you. he knows when to hold you when you’re anxious, and keeps your pacis and plushies in his bag just in case you ever need them.

“You’re regressing?.. right now? Okay, okay. Let me uh.. let me go grab your paci, right angel? be right back.”

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first post ^_^ these are the ones i know for a fact would be completely okay with you regressing!! thanks for reading and enjoy this little Drabble i put together <33

[mewguca]

a treat for you!! unfortunately i don't have any candy but I do have 46473829 random soft things

pretend i made this 10 hours ago

[rewritingcanon]

hp nextgen characters as these types of discord messages/tweets you’ll understand what i mean:

rose (she’s NOT having it)

albus severus (he’s always threatening to… yk.)

scorpius (bro is not made for twt)

lily luna

james sirius

hugo (classic fav)

[flwsrvrie]

Garden of Eden: Luna of SIRENS & Jin Doo-yeong

[little-pup-pip]

Could I request a Celestia and Luna (mlp g4) moodboard? Fem leaning and deco paci please. Thank you! ^^

Sure!!

[iguessimanageregressor]

Princess Luna caregiver headcanons!

Will absolutely wake you up from a nightmare and comforts you when you wake up

A worry wart, very much a helicopter parent situation

Gets excited over the smallest things you do

She always makes sure to keep an eye on you and is extremely protective when you go out in public

Silly faces for days

She loves movie nights