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fanarchoslashivist · 1 year

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For @rotgsecretsanta #1: A day in the life of the Man in the Moon

This was going more off the Picture Book than the series, but also kind of tying it into the start of it. Since the moon doesn’t glow as brightly until after MiM meets the Guardians, and rubber balloons aren’t invented until the early 1700s.

I was really just kind of putting a few thoughts to words and seeing where it went. I love the cartoon logic of the series because science and logic mean nothing to kids who just ‘decide’ that this is the reason things happen.

Anyway I love MiM and I want to write him more.

Earth, that little green and blue planet his mother had once read of at his beside, was a beautiful circle in the sky every time he was allowed out to play. From the moment he could walk he had been climbing moon rocks and exploring craters left from impacts, some natural and some from that terrible terrible blasting. The Moonbots were quite attentive and eager to please him as he embarked on his grandiose adventures, never a bad thing could happen to him under their watchful mechanical gaze, and the Moon Mice were gleeful in their attempts at hide and seek, for they knew all the best places to hide and he loved to explore every pocket in the tunnels until he found them, and all the while the Glow Worms made sure he was well lit and warm even in the darkest corners of the Moonclipper.

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It had taken a very long time for Lunar to grow.

As a toddler he had gone out every day to play under the distant glow of his parent’s constellation, and at Starfall he rode the backs of the Lunar Moths across the whole circumference of the ship, the constellations wheeling, until he fell peacefully to sleep.

It was a good life, full of wonder and fun, the beauty of the endless blanket of space above him, the warmth of the closest yellow star, and the pretty green and blue planet that circled over his head. Even without his parents near him, though he never felt like they were gone, he was happy.

That little bit of sad in him, like when he climbed out onto the surface of the moon alone with no yellow star or planet overhead, nothing warm or glowing nearby, just little dots far far far far away that he couldn’t reach no matter if he climbed to the highest cliff on the moon and stretched up on to his tippy tippiest toes and reached with all his fingers stretched until they were stiff and full of aches, it wasn’t a sadness that lasted long.

Because he knew he could just pick a direction and walk and there would be one or the other, the yellow star or the planet.

So no, he wasn’t alone.

And he grew up slowly, he didn’t remember the place he was born, his family’s home castle, all his life he had sailed on the Moonclipper with his family, visiting planets and greeting passing Galleons, always surrounded by Moonbots and Moon Mice and Lunar Moths who let him play with their Glow Worm children who seemed to grow up so much faster than him. He wasn’t allowed to visit the baby mice, they were too small and the moon too cold, even under the warm light of the Glow Worms, they had to stay in their nests until they were old enough, and often they were so little and cautious of the vast unexplored ship that they only came out to play with him when he was looking through his father’s telescope.

The Moon Mice children loved to look at things up close, as it made them feel much bigger than they actually were.

But Lunar felt that sometimes he wished he grew up a little faster, or that there were other children who would stay children as long as he did.

He missed his Nightlight.

That little bit of sadness liked to tap him on the shoulder sometimes, when he went to play with his favorite Glow Worm only to find they had gone to their chrysalis to become an adult.

Once he had pretended to be a chrysalis too, he couldn’t make any fuzzy webbing but all his blankets and clothes were woven from them after the moths emerged so he wrapped himself up in them as tightly as he could and imagined, really hard and really long, of the adult he would be when he came out.

He thought of his parents. Strong, smart, sturdy, two great figures who had lifted him high and rocked him and told him of the universe as they passed through it, pointing out every star in the sky and telling him long beautiful stories about each of them right from their heads with no book in front of them. Like just pointing to it they could know all there was to know. There had never been a star he could point to that his mother wouldn’t know about, or his father couldn’t find on his telescope.

He wanted to point at a star and know it too, not search through the books left behind, and hope it was the same pinprick of light.

He wanted to be big enough to not have to ask the Moonbots to adjust his father’s telescope every time he wanted to look at something new.

He wanted to be big enough to wear the clothes his parents had left behind in their wardrobes, not be swallowed up in his mother’s bathrobe or his father’s undershirt as he tried them on and buried himself in the fading scent of them.

Their blankets had long been laundered and their big bed made and remade as he grew big enough to sleep in it and pretend, pretend that he was waiting there among the pillows for them to finish dressing in their pajamas and join him. Snuggled together with them on either side.

Sometimes he wondered if the memory was real, or if it was a wishful dream he had imagined himself into a memory.

His parents had a large wardrobe, entire rooms dedicated to themed outfits and beautiful costumes they would sometimes wear as they left him under the care of the Moonbots and the valiant Nightlight to enjoy some event or another on the airships or planets they passed.

Still Lunar was too quickly running out of clothes with their smell still on them, by the time he was big enough to roll up his father’s sleeves and wear his shirt somewhat comfortably it was time for him to give serious thought to conservation.

He would run out of their clothes eventually, he knew, and that thought had made him feel the most grown up he’d felt since he had burst from his little cocoon and strutted the tunnels of the moon fully assured of his adultness, much to the amusement of the others, and had enjoyed quite the day of grown up adventure until he had tried to move the telescope all on his own.

And just like then there was the sadness, it seemed to wrap him up in itself and cling close like nothing he could ever describe. He’d read many of the books in their library and so so few of them ever spoke of the things he would sometimes feel.

Except to name it, and declare it best cast off.

Sadness, loss, loneliness.

These were not evil things like Fear, the books warned him often of Fear and Nightmares and Dream Pirates, but they were not things that the beautiful Golden Age desired. He didn’t know what a Nightmare was, except that according to the Moonbots he had never had one which was exceptionally rare, but he knew what a Pirate was. It was what had sent his parents and his Nightlight so very far away.

He knew where his parents had gone, they gazed down upon him always, but he had counted every star in the Nightlight constellation and had never found his own. Not once.

He was flipping through his mother’s old primer, feet still dangling from the chair of the telescope, when an odd bit of movement caught his attention.

The young Moon Mice were having a bit of a game on the counterweight and had tipped the optical tube a bit to the right from the more distant red planet he had been looking at, instead facing the pretty green and blue one.

He’d stared at it before, it moved around him and liked to show him every angle of itself. He’d loved watching the mountains tossing big towers of black smoke and the ways some of the land turned from green to white and back again, he’d even seen huge moving animals once, and circling clouds that looked like giant eyes. His mother’s books called them storms.

He glanced through his telescope at the movement, wondering is a school of starfish were passing by, it wasn’t the time for them yet and would be a nice surprise. He could write about it in his journal!

Except it wasn’t a starfish, or a comet, or even an eye shaped storm.

Up from the distant leangthen of space between him and the planet was a small round… something…

His moon certainly had no lack of colorful round something’s, from his bed to his balls to the rocking chair he’d used as a baby nearly everything was round.

But this one wasn’t smooth.

It seemed to have creases, like the fresh folded sheets when the Moonbots changed the bedding, and it carried with it some dangling flickering light.

He quickly rushed out onto the surface to see. What was it? Where was it coming from? Would it come close enough to land on his moon?

Before he even had to ask the Lunar Moths, startled in all his excited running about, swarmed up and up in a big cluster and stared the thing towards him with their flapping wings, cautious to not get too close to the mysterious object.

Oh how pretty it was, he saw as it got closer, a pretty little hollow orb of paper.

Careful he reached out, standing on his toes as he had done as a child trying to reach the stars, and let it come to settle in his hand.

Was it alive?

No, he could see now it was made of some kind of parchment, though of a rougher uneven style than the smooth glossy type in his books, and attached to it was a little glowing light.

Ouch.

It bit him!

Shocked at the pain Lunar let the object go, sticking his thumb, which he had used to poke at the light, into his mouth.

He’d been bitten by the younger mice before, when he was younger and clumsy with them, or when they were throwing a tantrum, but this was a different sort of pain, and it throbbed over and over again without letting up.

The object, which bobbed about to settle in the moon dust, had gone dark. The Glow Worms did that sometimes when they were startled, putting their lights out, and he felt sorry now more than hurt. He hadn’t meant to startle the thing.

“It is fire.” A Moonbot approached him, taking his hand to spray a cooling mist onto his thumb. “It is common on planets.”

Oh, yes he had read about that, but how strange for fire to come through space.

“I wonder what it is.” He said and bent to pick it up again. It was completely hollow inside, and the little bit that held the fire was only a few spokes of metal and a box.

On its side was what looked like a picture, one he recognized from his books.

A Pooka!

Of course, Pooka were one of the races from the Golden Age, and in his mother’s and primer of the planet it had even discussed them, that one had been hired to help locate and make habitable the little planet they were going to live on.

He wondered if this was a message from the Pooka, if there was someone on the planet below him.

Maybe they had come back to check on how things were after his family arrived, and this was the first cautious attempt at contact.

It made sense, his ship looked like any other moon without its sails and beautiful deck, a perfect disguise that now could be nothing but a permanent face after all its masts and rigging and hull had been blasted to so much moon dust.

He rushed back to his father’s telescope, thinking of how much he wanted to ask. Where there others? Would he be able to leave this place? Would they take him to see his parents up close perhaps? Should they tell him how the rest of the universe was doing? All his parent’s communication with others cut off long long long before they had reached this world, only telling of sightings of Dream Pirates, and nothing after.

He bounced in the seat of his father’s telescope as the Moonbots made all the adjustments so he could look, and they scanned alongside him with their few surviving view screens.

But there was nothing.

No airship, not docked or floating out in space, no satellite to monitor the planet.

Nothing between them and the blue and green ball.

A bit deflated, but not disappointed yet, he adjusted the magnification and went to search the planet. Maybe they landed?

He would have a lot more area to scan, but he was a patient child.

The object in his lap, almost forgotten in his excitement, warmed.

In his ears there seemed a whisper.

Startled, he looked around. The Moon Mice could sometimes suprise him by climbing on his shoulders when he wasn’t paying attention.

There was no one.

The object in his lap grew warmer, the voice from inside.

“Hello?” He said back, maybe this was some kind of communication device?

He put it up to his ear to hear.

“Chang’e, you’re so pretty tonight. I drew a picture of Jade Rabbit for you. I wish I had a rabbit. I hope you like my lantern.”

It was a small soft voice, similair to his own, and his ears felt like they burned from hearing it. Who was it? He understood most of the words, even though he’d never heard them before.

“Hello?” He said again. “My name is Lunar, are you looking for someone?”

The message repeated, and he realized it was probably like those old voice recordings in his father’s logs.

They took time to carry through space, and sometimes he still picked up on them, when the Moonbots determined it was something he could listen to.

They liked to hide things from him, books and recordings, saying he was too young, even when he had grown up this much already. Even when he was older than most of the Moon Mice and Lunar Moths.

He studied the object, the lantern he assumed, and wondered who this Chang’e was that the person on the other end was trying to reach.

“I found something.” A Moonbot said, the voice a distorted mechanical sound far different from the one from the lantern, and Lunar let the telescope be adjusted to fall into line with whatever was on the view screen. “Look, look there.”

Lunar looked, and was amazed.

Lights. Lights down on the planet.

Hundreds of them, all exactly the same as the lantern, and below them, in the edge of the darkness as the line of the yellow star shifted and the big black shadow crawled forward, there were people.

People!

How were there people?

“Will they all come here?” He asked excitedly, thinking of the lantern. “Are they sending me messages?”

The Moonbot shook its head. “Fire can’t come to space. They’ll all fall.”

“But..” but he had one now.

The Moonbots looked at eachother, their blank faces tilting like they were communicating something in their electric robot ways, then another answered.

“Magic,” it said, “magic is created by belief.”

Belief.

“Belief brought it here.”

Belief in what? He wondered.

And would that belief happen again?

He sat at the telescope for a long time after, staring even when the darkness completely covered everything and he couldn’t see even one light anymore, he followed the lanterns as the planet rotated, and watched every one of them wink out.

Not one reached him again that day.

But it wouldn’t be the last to ever come.

He wouldn’t let that happen.

There was something here, something he’d never really had a use for before, something he’d found and tinkered with before but was too young really and who would he even send them too? His parents? They were far to far away.

No, these were for sending messages closer, he remembered, he REMEMBERED. His parents sent them to the airships that passed, or down to the planets or other moons or satellites, signals, but also messengers. Small, round, globular beams of light.

He didn’t know if he old get them working. But he had time and a library and the Moonbots who knew enough about what they needed to maintain and build themselves, surely they could do it together right?

Surely….

And one day, one day soon, he could send down these beams to the children below, and tell them how they could send him messages back. That they just needed to trust him.

Believe in him.

Eagerly he threw himself into his studies, with much trial and error, but never dissapointment, never despair. He had Hope. He had his belief. And that meant he had MAGIC.

A lantern came to him, the yellow star and the planet danced, the constellations turned, another lantern, he finished his first MoonBeam, a lantern reached him but the MoonBeam never returned, too tired to make the flight back. He continued.

He grew faster after that, maybe it was because he stopped thinking of it, stopped believing he was a child, maybe it was all the reading he finally set down to do, all the work he finally could focus on, but he wasn’t fitting his clothes any longer, and the Moonbots were running out of Glow Worm cocoons to make him new ones. He was growing faster than they were for once.

When he finally had his Moonbeams to perfection, finally, and stepped away from all his research, he was surprised to see he wasn’t a child any longer.

Oh he could become one again, when he felt like it, when he wanted to run and play, just like he did long long ago when he tried to move the Telescope on his own and faltered.

When his belief faltered.

But staring at himself in the mirror, with all the knowledge in his head and all the effort he’d put in, he saw someone grown.

Was this how you grew up? He wondered, staring at himself in the blue crystal mirror in his mother’s dressing room. He loved her dressing room, loved to come in here as a baby and hide among the skirts and pretend she was still there, standing above him, walking awkwardly so he didn’t trip her up.

His father’s room only had a small hand mirror of silver and glass, but his mother’s crystal was huge with many wide facets to connect with others. She loved to call on her distant friends and show them all her gowns and costumes, and hold him up before her for them to coo over in his own little outfits, as uncomfortable as many of them were. He remembered the scratyness of the stiffened lace collar and cuffs that were so popular when he was a child.

He studied himself in the crystal in his new clothes and wondered what she and her friends would say.

He wished he had recordings of their voices. They were as vague and hard to grasp as their scent had become, distant as their constellation overhead. In the past that had been enough, in the past he had listened to nothing but the whirr of the ship and the chirp of the mice and the slow monotone of the Moonbots.

Now he had the voices of children, all carefully collected in their lanterns, stored in the room with his most precious treasures.

If the children saw him, would they like him? Would he look kind enough? Friendly enough? Would they want to send him more lanterns?

But he wasn’t a child anymore now.

Even though he could go back if he wanted to, he couldn’t get rid of what he had learned. Did he feel grown up? Did he feel like a child? Would he grow even more?

He wished there was someone he could ask.

He had wanted to have friends his own age, but he didn’t even know his own age anymore.

Still, he picked up one of the little paper lanterns, the very first one sent so long ago, yet not very long ago at all when he thought about it. Thought about his endless childhood.

Then he went out to the surface of his moon, where everyone waited, the Moonbots and the Moon Mice and the Lunar Moths with their Glow Worms, all gathered around the flock of his new MoonBeams.

And he remembered, and why had he never remembered it until just now, that this was where he had last seen his parents. Here, bundled in their arms with the blasting of cannons and the shaking of the Moonclipper. So loud he could barely hear their words, strong and steady against the terrible odds around them.

But he did hear them, as Nightlight kneeled to take his oath.

He swallowed, overcome as he looked out on the shattered hull of the Moonclipper, where before he had always seen the beauty and wonder of the Moon now he remembered also the glittering golden deck they had once stood upon, the smooth and glossy floor, the round moon themed canons, and the words his parents had spoken.

He said them now, looking down as all the Moonbeams, shining so bright on the dull silver dust, shining in a way a true moon would, if it were any less than an imitation. If he were any less than an imitation.

Still he echoed their words out as best as he could remember them, a vow for them all, and for himself.

“You will watch over the Children of this world.” He told them, commanded them, with all the meager conviction he could gather into his dry mouth. “Guide them..”

It hurt to swallow.

His eyes, he wiped at them and under his fingers felt a firm pebble of a tear.

A little diamond tear.

He rolled it between his fingers and thought of his Nightlight, so brave and strong, and how little he had been, but still he had turned something so small into something quite fierce.

Lunar started again. This time, this time with strength.

“Guide them safely from the ways of harm.” Was that his voice?

Was this the voice of an adult?

“Keep happy their hearts, brave their souls, and rosy their cheeks.” He smiled at them all, his people, his family. He had never been truly sad or alone, because they all had been beside him, and now he could be that for others.

“Guard them in all their Hopes and their Dreams.” He beseeched them. “Because they are all that we have now.”

And with a great cheer the Moonbeams shot up into the stars, weaving into great circles at the gentle herding of the Lunar Moths, and then off they went towards their new World.

Lunar watched them go, the way he watched lanterns come, until the very last light was too far for him to see with his eyes alone.

Then they all went in to wait, and watch, and listen in the planetarium with his Father's telescope.

The Moonbots were working on a new device, something to safely catch the Lanterns and allow him to listen even to the smallest quietest voice inside. He sat and watched them assemble it, he had been shooed off every time he’d tried to take a peak.

A surprise, they had told him. A gift. Hands off.

He didn’t see what could be so surprising about something they already told him about, but he left them to it.

He would learn, later, the real purpose of the device.

And the small deflated balloon that had once been tied to the railings of the deck, colorful rubber things far more advanced than the heat powered lanterns, brought from a long ago party and left to sway out in the solar winds. No one could blame the child for not recalling them in all the terrible excitement of that day.

But there was one yet that had not been blasted away, surviving the cannons and the battle to tuck itself into a pocket of the tunnels of the moon.

Old and deflated.

But if the lanterns could hold wishes, maybe this one did too?

Maybe, if they hoped and they wished.

If they believed enough.

Maybe they could give their Man in the Moon his parent’s voice back one day.

#rotgsecretsanta2022 #man in the moon #rotg #MiM #manny #Lunar Lunanoff #Tzar Lunar Lunanoff XIV #my fic #tsar lunar Lunanoff

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hezuart · 3 years

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A Stocking Stuffer submission for @rotgsecretsanta

I’m a dingus and forgot what my own requests were, but this one very well could have been mine dlgkjlfkjglfkjg

Anyhow, I’m a pinch hitter so, I can make up for my goofiness later if needed. And hey, the more ROTG art the merrier, yeah? But whether it was me, or someone else who requested #8, here you go!

I’ve been making excuses for Man in the Moon for years as to why he never talked to Jack. But there’s really no good excuse at all. Then I got to thinking… what if… something happened, and he truly couldn’t speak to Jack after telling him his name? What if the belief system works for spirits too in some ways? Characters (C) ROTG / Rise of the Guardians

#rise of the guardians #ROTG #man in the moon #jack frost #secret santa #north #toothiana #bunnymund #sandman #mannie #tsar lunar #tsar lunanoff #out of all the things ive done throughout the years #this is by far the goofiest dlkjdlfkgjflkgj #i just cant remember half of my requests #i never wrote them down ldfgjflkgjlkg #rotg secret santa #comic

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starffledust · 3 years

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These were the first times I tried to draw any of the Guardians. One of my friends picked the order.

I think North was next but I kinda dropped off from this style for them, so I never did him. I really need to get around to wrangling them into my style...

What even is a Tsar Lunar… he does have some nice moths, though

#blatant use of book Manny #he's better this way #rotg fanart #toothiana #e aster bunnymund #tsar lunanoff #fanart #rotg #muffle draws

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spyritevesta · 4 years

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Mermay Day 5: Royalty

“You realize,” Hiccup says with smirk on his face. “That in one spot we have, the king of the Asgardian ocean, the former chief of the Berk pirate fleets--”

Odin in the corner, laughing as he had some mead with Stoick.

“--the Tsar of the Lunanoff kingdom, and the King of the Black Empire--”

Manny, sitting politely at a table, trying to ignore the Big Four and Pitch getting absolutely roaring drunk behind him.

“--the queen of the Arendellan sea, and her sister the sea witch of the artic--”

Anna, trying to dance with Kristoff on the dance floor, but not succeeding very well due to Sven and Olaf trying to also dance with them. Elsa, for her part, was talking animatedly in the corner with Periwinkle and some of the other nereids.

“--and then you have us. The heir of the Arendellan sea--” Hiccup takes that moment to let his fingers poke into Jack’s side, causing the mer to laugh.

“--the new chief of Berk, and whatever Emily is.” He finishes with a good-natured smirk tossed in her direction.

“Oi, who you calling ‘whatever’?” Emily bares her teeth in his direction. “I’ll have you know I am not only the Princess of the Black Empire, but the best fucking sea witch you’ll ever meet!” She flips her foot up in a cascade of fabric as she haughtily poses. Jack and Hiccup both laugh, which she does as well after a moment.

“Either way... I don’t think anyone’s gonna be able to threaten our homes again in a long, long time.” Hiccup smiles happily back at them, and Jack feels his cheeks go red.

“Yeah, and fuck anyone who wants to try!” Emily declares.

Jack laughs, full of joy and happiness. His best friend and beloved were both here, and the after-battle party was in full swing. Nothing could possibly ruin this moment.

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riseofthebelieversrp-blog · 7 years

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Delivered by a Moonbeam... You’ve been invited....question is- Will you go?

Read more about it here!

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nxghtlight · 5 years

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Will you survive the tumblr purge?

I think it depends on how you look at it.

Will this blog remain after Dec. 17th? Probably, very likely, yes. I’ll still have it up and everything.

However, content will slow down even further, just due to low population and little incentive depending on how other people decide to react to this shake-up. I worry this might be a bit of a nail in the coffin scenario for the remaining members of the already sparse GoC community, not to mention the userbase at large and how fandom currently operates.

BUT I’m completely willing to forcibly yank Nightlight and Manny out of Joyce’s story and turn them into original characters, if I need to. The core will stay the same, if the outside changes. Besides, with all the Lunanoff and Golden Age stuff I’ve created for myself to fill the void of canon details? They’re basically OCs already.

I’ve made a few posts about where I’ll be found in the case of this whole thing going under, and there’s a couple of alternatives I’m looking into, but rest assured regardless of what happens, you literally cannot kill Nightlight. He’s like a big, affectionate, glowing cockroach.

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writlargefic · 6 years

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A Loss and A Win

ROTG Secret Santa gift for @lokifrostgiant101 I hope you like it!

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Koz stood on the piste, stunned and out of breath.

He’d lost.

Kozmotis Pitchiner, Grand Master of the Lunanoff Fencing Academy, had lost a bout.

His opponent was a newcomer, a man named Nicholas St. North. He’d been invited by Manny himself, with no forewarning to Kozmotis, of course. Koz got along well with the President of the Academy, save for when Manny thought he was doing something for him that was “for his own good”, an infuriating tendency. The condescension was intolerable.

The two of them were striking on the piste, standing out in the room where they were surrounded by students in traditional white, with Pitchiner in his all-black and St. North in a vivid red jacket, black trousers, and white socks.

They had not been formally introduced. Manny had simply brought St. North there during training, broadly informing the group of his name and leaving him in their midst. Rude. Kozmotis had opted to watch him from the other side of the room before approaching, hoping that the newcomer was less flashy than his brazen attire implied. He hadn’t been.

St. North was tall and broad with muscle. The dark hair that curled across his brow was threaded through with strands of silver showing his age and his jaw was strong. He sported a trimmed beard that was paired with a moustache, styled so that it curled at the ends, both highlighting his generous mouth. St. North was quite handsome, in a roguish sort of way.

Koz had scowled at himself internally. Attractive or not, St. North had also been loud and boastful while he’d talked with the students, making them laugh. Charm radiated out from the man. It had put the Grand Master on edge. In his experience, such men were not to be trusted.

He hadn’t thought that St. North had had the proper respect for the art that he should have. In practice, he’d been technically proficient, but too ostentatious and predictable. Too eager to please. A show off. And of course, he preferred a sabre like so many impatient brutes did. Not Kozmotis’ sabre students, mind you. He beat that arrogance out of them straight away.

As for grandiose displays, Pitchiner himself was known to enjoy a little flair, but of a more deadly and direct sort. Efficient and elegant. The foil was his preferred weapon, an option requiring more finesse and strategy, though he could easily best nearly all of his students with their weapon of choice as well.

And so, with his initial observations, Kozmotis had underestimated St. North. He certainly hadn’t expected him to have the skill of a master. St. North had shown a head for strategy, with quick steps, agile fingers, and flashing eyes that seemed to see right through him as they traded touches, rapid fire. Their conversations had been sharp. All eyes in the room had turned to them as points had accumulated, silent but for the clash of their blades. St. North had won by a single touch.

The students remained quiet, watching with avid interest.

Kozmotis lowered his sabre and pushed up his mask, glowering. “You are very good,” he conceded.

“I know,” St. North copied his actions and grinned at him, not intimidated in the least.

Smug bastard. Koz was torn between wanting to throw his sabre at the man and wanting to drag him into the nearest storage room. Somehow St. North drew him in, his charm magnetic and intoxicating.

Preferring not to remain a spectacle, he gestured them off to the side and away from his curious students, determined to find out who this man was. Where had he come from and where had Manny found him?

“Where did you train?” With such an eclectic style, Kozmotis couldn’t pick out any one dominating influence, though perhaps more Western European? Estonia?

“Here and there,” St. North hedged, preferring to keep his air of mystery no doubt. “Russia, Germany, France…”

“And how long have you been fencing?” Koz asked, already half knowing the answer. If it was any shorter than two decades he’d eat his gloves.

St. North’s grin twisted, “All my life, though my swordplay began in a less... sportsmanlike environment.”

There was a dark shadow on the man’s face now. A sharp edge. It alluded to a story, a past with a beginning that seemed incongruent with the boisterous and amicable master who had just bested him, and it only fuelled Koz’s attraction. Nice people were boring.

“Well, perhaps we could discuss your technique further? I find your style very... intriguing, Mr. St. North.”

It was as flirtatious as Koz would allow himself in a room full of gossipy students. St. North caught it right away, however, and he expanded with delight, brows raising and eyes sparkling.

“Just Nicholas. And I have many areas of expertise to share.”

Koz managed not to roll his eyes but it was a near miss. He may have been bested but Koz was an educated man and experienced in many arts as well. Perhaps a test of skills in other areas would be enjoyable? It had been too long since he’d faced anyone who could truly rise to his level, or had any company that was more entertaining than it was disappointing. Though if things went well, Manny would be insufferable.

“A drink then?” It would be a safe place to start. He’d be better able to take the man’s measure in a more neutral place and a glass or two of wine to relax would help temper his own reactions.

“I look forward to it, Master Pitchiner,” Nicholas agreed readily.

“Kozmotis, please.”

Nicholas nodded and gestured towards the piste, “Until then, another bout?”

“Yes.” A rematch was definitely required. Koz fetched his foil and another for his opponent. “But on my terms this time, I think.”

Nicholas laughed merrily, sending a thrill down Kozmotis’ spine.

“Whatever you like, Grand Master.” The title rolled off Nicholas’ tongue, rumbling tones full of insinuation.

Whatever he liked? Koz raked a glance over the man again. That was an opening he could work with.

#rotgsecretsanta2017 #pitch x north

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nose-nippin-fun · 6 years

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Nightlight 🌌🌙💞

Give me the name of an ROTG/GOC character and I will rant about why they are amazing in canon or fanon~((*kicks through the wall screaming, patches up mess, and pays for the damages* NIGHTLIIIIIIIGHT!! MY BOOOOOIIIIIII!! *prayer hands* dearly beloved, we have gathered here today to appreciate the embodiment of purity and goodness. This guy, my sweet little glow stick, he is SUCH A GOOD MOON NUGGET. Nightlight lived for the Lunanoff’s and dammit, he gave his life to save Manny from Pitch, and oh god, can you even imagine how hard it must have been to see his good buddy Kozmotis totally riggity-wrecked by the Fearlings!? Don’t even get me started on how goddamn pure BedtimeStories is because hot damn, Nightlight and Katherine have THE best canon relationship ya’ll and you can fight me on that. Nightlight is filled with nothing but love and the desire to protect, and wowee I still haven’t finished the novels because I got busy with life, but I am so glad he gave Jack life and ho jeez stick him on top of a Christmas tree, he’s the real star of this whole series. Nightlight deserves nothing but good things because he sacrificed and fought for everyone’s asses, and he did NOT die so he could be straight up reincarnated as Jack Frost - that canon nonsense is Nightlight erasure and I will not stand for it. In conclusion, Nightlight is really fuckn important so you best be loving the shit outta him!))

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dwallydoodle · 7 years

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Jackrabbit week 2017 - Day 4: Royalty AU

This is... my favorite thing I have drawn in years. Now you know what all those horse and hare studies were about. The only reason this has a decent background is because I’ve been watching Bob Ross videos while working on it. xD haha That man is truly inspiring!

Here are some notes on this AU, taken straight from google docs. I really love this idea and would love to revisit it in the future. ^^

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The story:

The Lunanoff royal family has been slain by Pitch, except for Manny, or Prince Lunar, who grew up in the protective bubble of the Moon Clipper which has completely isolated him from the outside world. While technically still Tsar, he cannot rule over his Kingdom in a necessary capacity, but he's found a way to communicate with his subjects through magic, so every few thousand years, he chooses a Heir to rule in his stead.

The heirs are chosen from a vast court of lesser royalty that still have at least a drop of royal blood flowing through them, and thus the magic that is meant to protect the Kingdom. Everyone wants to be noticed and chosen, so the competition has grown cutthroat over the centuries and the court has been corrupted from the inside.

As the previous Heir falls prey to Pitch's machinations, Pitch uses the distraction to gather his forces in secrecy. He's planning a full-on assault on the unsuspecting Kingdom.

The Guardians are protectors of the Kingdom and are there to support the chosen Heir. While the Guardians sometimes fall and are chosen anew, some, like Bunny and Sandy, have looked over countless Heirs in their lifetimes.

As the ceremony for the choosing grows closer, everyone is speculating who the new Heir will be. To everyone's shock, the Tsar's choice falls on someone no one had expected - Jack Frost, a young princeling barely into adulthood, with a very obscure lineage that makes everyone question if there's any royal blood in him at all.

Of course, Bunny is the most outraged by this decision, because all he's seen of Jack through the years has been nothing but the young princeling fooling around and causing trouble. He has no faith in the new Heir and no desire to serve him.

Jack is as flabbergasted as the rest of them. He'd always felt left out of the court, but he's never wanted to take part in the intrigue and certainly never expected to get the title of Tsarevitch Lunanoff. He doesn't take his responsibilities seriously at first, thinking there has to be some kind of mistake that will certainly be corrected soon.

Everything changes when the Guardians discover traces of Pitch's evil plot. With cryptic silence from Tsar Lunar, the Guardians have no other choice but to school the young Heir in the skills necessary to fight a coming war.

Forced to work together, Bunny gradually learns more about Jack and grows to respect him for who he is. While he may not be like any of the previous heirs, there's something in the young man that sparks joy and laughter in the people around him. Perhaps, this is exactly the ruler their Kingdom really needs.

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Character profiles:

Bunny - an advisor and head of guard in peacetime, he is always by the Heir's side. A scout and spy in wartime, he takes risky missions to sniff out information about Pitch's movements, sometimes quite literally. He is an expert in moving in the shadows or underground, using his speed and quick wits to his advantage.

Toothiana - mistress of the servants in peacetime, she is secretly the Tsar's spymaster, keeping an eye on the court's activities thanks to her servant girls. In wartime, she is a strategist and general. She is used to taking command and seeing the bigger picture, but she's also a proficient sword fighter who is never found on the sidelines, but rather in the midst of battle.

North - a genius and innovator in peacetime, his countless creations are meant to make everyone's lives better, while other times, they are meant to entertain. He doubles as the master of ceremony for the Tsar. In wartime, his workshop produces all the weapons and machines needed to arm the fighters. His creative mind isn't limited to technology, but also helps brainstorm surprising solutions when fighting against the enemy.

Sandy - stable master in peacetime, he provides transportation for all the court's needs. His favorite pastime is looking after the highly priced dreamsand horses and other creatures created by his magic – when he is not found taking a nap. In wartime, his immense magical power has proven to be an obstacle to Pitch time and time again.

#jackrabbitweek #jackrabbit #frostbunny #jack frost #e. aster bunnymund #rise of the guardians #rotg #dwally2017 #royalty au #long post #sorry #still don't know how to do a read more #i should go to bed #it's 2am #orz

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frosted-night · 9 months

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In regards to the book series, I think the part I think of rewriting the most is Nightlights transformation into Jack Frost. Its no secret it's rather.. bloated in some areas.

The transformation makes me think of the life cycle of a star, moreso since Nightlights used to be stars/are made of components from stars. It'd be fascinating to see Nightlight go through such an event and resort to coming out of his isolation for help.

For example, he does indeed lose his glow and gain a solid body but much like a collapsing star; he starts getting horrid hot flashes or fevers. Nightlight could turn to Sandy or Aster and ask if they know anything about whats happening to him. Sandy knowing very little about Nightlights would suggest going to the Man In The Moon, for he might have more information.

Katherine accompanies him to help keep an eye on him and Manny has quite the reunion with his estranged guardian. He quickly realizes Nightlight is in terrible condition and offers any assistance he can. The only place he can think of that has information on Nightlights would be the remnants of the moon clipper inside his lunar home. This would show Manny's complicated feelings towards visiting his parent's former study but he'd keep himself together as best he can. Despite his underlying fear of possibly losing the only family he has left.

Him and Katherine find a journal written by Manny's father detailing what he learned about Nightlights after obtaining one. Both shocked that Nightlight has a very likely chance of dying and becoming a star again do everything they can to help Nightlight. He enters a deep sleep and his core begins to cool.

Manny gets some characterization by worrying over Jack and praying he survives. Nothing he can find says what happens if a Nightlight doesn't become a star again and its getting to him. Katherine tries to be the grounded one but both fall apart at the notion of losing him.

Nightlight eventually wakes up, maybe keeping the idea he slept for a LONG time. Manny, making sure his body was watched over and delights in his brothers awakening. Both conversing over his new form and identity.

I could go on for ages how I'd rewrite it,, but its been rotting my brain for a while.

#jack frost #guardians of childhood #rise of the guardians #jack frost rotg #nightlight #nightlight rotg #nightlight rotgoc #rotgoc #man in the moon rotg #mim rotg #manny lunanoff #kris is rambling instead of writing his fics

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tsarina-lunanoff-blog · 7 years

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My dear, sweet, beloved friends, If any of you take the time to read this, you have my utmost thanks. I know it is long, and being concise is not my strength, so if your response is "tl;dr" I won't be offended. First, I want all of you to know that not a day goes by that I don't think about this blog and you. Every day for the last several months I have wondered how you all are doing, what your muses are up to, and have even, on the occasion, stalked your blogs just to see your names. I wish you could know how much you all still make me smile. That said, I think I owe you all some closure, rather than letting dust collect on this blog. Friends, the best of stories have happy endings, the worst of them have tragic ones-- and as we have all come to appreciate, the Guardians of Childhood stories lie in some glorious and unforgettable middle. Still, all stories have endings, and I think more than anything, my time away from this blog has taught me that it's time to give these stories an ending. When I started this blog, I was at a very different place in my life, a heartbroken and weary place, and the Guardians provided refuge for me, as did all of you. We wrote some incredible, wonderful, inspirational, stories together. But... I think we have told the story we set out to tell. I wanted to see Lunar (Manny, Mani, MiM) reunited with his family. I needed to see Nightlight be recognized as one of the Lunanoffs. I wished with all my heart that the Tsarina might somehow reconcile with Pitch and meet her son's dearest and most special friends. Thanks to all of you, this was possible. Each one of you helped craft an intricate and engaging interaction that enabled our muses to heal and grow and truly thrive in the spirit of New Beginnings. Again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you all for writing with me. You took in a character that canonically has few words from an obscure children's book and allowed her to flourish. You all treated me with generosity and geniality that was unprecedented in both this fandom and elsewhere. I hope that I was able to return some of that, somehow. Nevertheless, rather than continue to try to push this muse beyond her limits, I think it is best to close this chapter. She cannot continue to speak for Lunar-- he must navigate his precarious balance with Pitch on his own. Nor can she speak for Pitch, for he is not the Golden General she knew. She cannot guide the Guardians, for they must chart their own path. As for crossovers, she is simply too tied to her canon, and I am loathe to distance her from that simply to keep the blog more active. Rather than continue to put this blog on hiatus, I believe the best thing is to say that I am retiring Tsarina Lunanoff, with a debt I will forever owe all of you. You all still shine as the beacons of light in a small but beautiful fandom and I love you, please never forget, I love you all still! I find myself in another tiny fandom right now, so small it only consists of three people (including myself!) at least as roleplayers. If, however, the urge ever strikes you to want to interact with a small, valiant princess, please, please come find me at @so-excited-to-be ! I still want to write with you all, I do! I miss it! But I didn't want to leave you all stranded hoping for something else here. We have had a wonderful run, sweet friends, and I look back on our stories with great fondness. I hope you do too! Let us see what the future holds. Oh, Darling, let's be adventurers!

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hezuart · 6 years

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Palette Guardians 2!!!

Palette Guardians 1!

Finally did a sequel for the book characters!!!

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a03-sailormoon · 5 years

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Merry Churisutumasu: Futures End

by Carliro

The greatest moment of the saga.

Words: 961, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of Merry Churisutumasu

Fandoms: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon, Rise of the Guardians (2012), My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Norse Religion & Lore

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Tsukino Chibiusa, E. Aster Bunnymund, Toothiana (Guardians of Childhood), Sandy, Shining Armor (My Little Pony), Máni (Norse Religion & Lore), Manny, Tsar Lunar Lunanoff X | The Man in the Moon, Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Santa Claus

Relationships: chibiusa/bunnymund, Shining Armor/Tsukino Shingo

Additional Tags: Christmas, Christmas Party, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Eve, Crossover, Crossover Pairings, Spiritual, Love, Holidays

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spyritevesta · 4 years

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HoaD’S Pirate!AU

Alright, I’m gonna make a proper timeline. That way, y’all will be on the same page, and we can jump around the timeline without getting confused.

Manny’s Kingdom; The Lunanoff Empire, is allies with Pitch’s Kingdom; The Black Empire. However, traitors inside Pitch’s court, a group collectedly known as Fearlings, kills his queen, kidnaps the princess, and makes it look like Manny’s the one that did it. They’re planning to kill Emily in Manny’s kingdom to really make a statement, but she escapes and almost drowns, getting rescued by a young mer named Jackson. The two become fast friends, and they try to find Emily’s kingdom, but neither of them can a) read a map, or b) find a point of reference for where they are. So Jack takes her home, and teaches her sea magic, which Emily is a natural at, and they grow up together as siblings trying to find a way for her to go home.

Meanwhile, Pitch is furious and heartbroken, as is his kingdom, and they declare war on Lunanoff. So now there’s a war going on, between these kingdoms, and they’re evenly matched, so it’s mostly a stalemate. There’s a temporary ceasefire that lasts around 10 years, but it breaks when the Fearlings yet again manipulate events. They send an assassin after Manny, and he almost succeeds, except someone intervenes.

Jackson, who has become the heir of the northern oceans, and a powerful sea prince in his own right, sets out to find Emily’s kingdom, so he can surprise her for her 15th birthday. He reaches the Lunanoff kingdom, and starts to travel on the land, under the name “Jack Frost.” Along the way, there’s an incident involving a young girl named Flee, and ice, and Jack gets a bad concussion, and amnesia. Flee’s mother helps Jack recover from the concussion, and then allows him to leave for the capital when he wants to go, just so long as he understands he is a part of this family now, young man. When he reaches the capital city of Burgess, he accidentally saves Manny’s life. Manny, realizes the white haired youth has immense magical power, quickly makes him a member of his “Guardians”, and Jack spends the next year guarding Manny and becoming beloved by the citizens of Burgess and the rest of the kingdom. The guardians don’t always have time for him, so it’s lonely. But during that year, Jacks memories start trickling back, until he visits the sea by Sandy’s province, and a bunch of his memories come back at once, including the mermaid thing. Jack realizes a) he has a home in the sea, and he doesn’t really belong here, not really, and b) Emily is gonna be pissed and worried, because he missed her birthday. FUCK.

So he leaves via the sea, and it’s summer, so now he’s got brown hair and eyes. But he makes a stop at a port town, because he remembers seeing a lot of maps in a shop there, and he can bring those back to Emily to try and find her kingdom. During this, Dagur attacks, and Jack gets taken hostage, because he was defending a child, and Dagur is an asshole who plays dirty. This would be bad, but literally not even three hours later, Dagur’s ship gets attacked. And Jack is introduced to one Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, who instantly gets a puppy crush on the human mer.

Jack decides to stick around on the ship for a while, because they’re heading in the same direction, and because he becomes fast friends with Snotlout. He’s intrigued by the close relationship between the pirates and the sea creatures they’ve befriended, and eventually decides that he wants to join their crew. And then he realizes he’s fallen in love with Hiccup, so they begin courting, and it’s sweet and wonderful and everything Jack didn’t realize he craved. Jack is happy, and life is perfect.

Emily, who was told by wind that Jack was alright, goes back to her day job of being the most powerful sea witch in the seven oceans. But she also realizes that the Guardians, who were panicking about where Jack is, have sent out ships looking for him. He doesn’t particularly want to be found, so she just... redirects a few of the scouting ships that get too close. But she also hears that Captain Drago is planning to attack Berk and it’s pirates, and so she packs a bag and goes to warn and help her best friend. And she gets there almost too late. A black shark is trying to attack Jack in the water, so she propells it back, and emergency teleports both of them away to a safe location. She then heals Jacks wounds, and when he wakes up, she brings him back to the site of the battle. There’s a ship that’s been wrecked there, and Jack recognizes it as Hiccup’s ship. He’s devastated at the death of his lover, and Emily comforts him through his grief and promises to help him take revenge.

Hiccup saw Jack go into the water, and then Toothless got controlled, and oh god no no no nonononono—

Hiccup is devasted and grieving, and he kills Drago by sending him into the sea along with the monster he used to kill the love of Hiccup’s life. Hiccup is grieving, and Berk tries to help him through it, with the help of his newly found mother, Valka, who had been protecting the sea creatures under Njordr’s protection ever since she got shipwrecked. But Valka hears that war is on the horizon, so she goes off to get in touch with some old contacts. Aka the Guardians. She’s shocked when she hears that they’re looking for Jack Frost, because she recognizes it as one of the names the mer prince was known to use. On their part, they’re shocked to learn Jack was not only a mer, but also royalty. But she promises to help them look for him, even as they all learn news that is as surprising as it is horrible.

Grimmel, who is the head of the Fearlings, has revealed his true colors, and has allied with the four pirate warlords of the south to invade and conquer both the Black and Lunanoff Empires. Hiccup and Berk, Pitch and his Knightmares, Manny and his Guardians, and their allies, now gather at the same spot to face the armada, and try to win. Unknown to them, Jack and Emily have finally figured out what her kingdom is, thanks to Jack’s maps, and they both head to the battle prepared to defend their friends, along with some of their allies, including Light, the arctic shark. Jack also at this point has heard news that Hiccup is preparing to face Grimmel, and is so, so full of joy at the knowledge his love is alive. And he’s not gonna let an asshole like Grimmel hurt him.

#bless silverlysilence #hoads pirate au #whoooooooo boy that was a lot of writing #but since im chillin in an airport rn #its not like i dont have the time *shrugs*#sleepless squad #hope you guys enjoy this more comprhensive timeline #im waiting for spirit of a guardian to flesh out more before i start writing about it #yay!!!!

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