#moon's grace

[lovekia]

[thelostmoongazer]

yeah he's baby girl or whatever

[jazdrawsmtas]

POV everyone in town has a crush on you!

Wow, I can hardly believe I drew them all. Thank you everyone for the support, I had a lot of fun and seeing them all lined up like this is extremely satisfying.

[starlitskies13]

[steven-myself]

the higher the hair, the closer to God - Hamidou Banor by Baldovino Barani x FACTORY Fanzine

[andr0leda]

full moon’s a bitch

[rambunctioustoons]

[peachyfnaf]

is the canon tsams/tlaes/tmgafs storyline pissing off anyone else rn /genq fgdsfjsdf

[athena-gunpla]

non binary sailor moon gundam

[kdval]

It was once thought that the blessed sap of the Erdtree would drip from its boughs forever but that age of plenty swiftly came to a close, and with time, the Erdtree became more an object of faith.

ELDEN RING

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

[grace-writes-shit]

Perfect For Me (Steven Grant x Reader)

Words: 2.2K

Warnings/Themes: Angst,Self-hatred, body insecurity, hurt/comfort, fluff, light nudity (non-sexual)

Characters/Pairings: Steven Grant x reader, Marc Spector

liavaleska asked:

Hellooo! How are you? I hope you are doing great. Can I request something where reader comforts Steven Grant when he is feeling insecure about his body? Ty❤️

A/N: Sorry it took me a while to get this up! But here it is and I hope you enjoy it. It came out a tab bit angstier than I intially wanted but I'm quite proud of this one! Let me know what you think :)

Tired eyes mindlessly watched the little goldfish bob around its tank. The only sound filling the apartment was that of the tank’s filter. Rain pattered against the windows. Each door that opened or closed in the building had her peeking at the door through the tank. It was a quiet evening. As it had been for the past few days, nearing two weeks.

Nearly two weeks of silence. All because the other occupant of the apartment was hardly around anymore. Something was up with one of the boys. She had hoped one of them would have confided in her. But they are alters of Marc Spector. Mr. Secret.

The notion of her husband keeping secrets saddened her. It wasn’t hard to suspect that something was wrong. Steven would be up before her and leaving for work earlier than usual. Before he would wrap himself tighter around her when her alarm would go off, begging her to stay in bed for a few more minutes.

He had also picked up the habit of jogging. At first, she had been happy for him; happy he had found a healthy hobby. But now she’s questioning how healthy it really is. The bags under his eyes darkened with the passing of each day. Getting up early, going on jogs, and working as Khonshu’s personal plaything, had to be tiring. Not to mention she didn’t really see him enough to confirm that he had eaten that day.

“At least you’re around, huh, Gus?” She murmured, chin resting on her palm. The fish swam into his pyramid. A groan left her as she hung her head. Great. Even the fish didn’t want to spend time with her. Pushing out of her seat, she decided it was time for bed. The clock on the wall read 1am.

A quick glance at her phone showed that her messages had been read. But there had been no response.

‘Hey, love. Just wondering when you’ll be home. Any ideas for dinner?’

Read at 7:30pm.

‘Hey, again, you’re probably busy so I wrapped up dinner for you. Chinese takeout, your favorite! Love you <3’

Read at 10:46pm

With a heavy heart, she typed out one last text.

‘Going to bed now. Love you, darling’

She didn’t wait for a reply and stuck her phone on the charger. Tears pricked at her eyes as she stared at the empty bed. This would be the sixth night in a row that she would be going to bed by herself. The cold, white duvet laughed up at her. Sniffling, she padded over to the closet and pulled out one of Steven’s hoodies, and tugged it on. His scent filled her nose but didn’t bring the comfort she craved. Rather, it broke the dam holding back her tears.

She wished she could help him. Wished he let her help him. Wanted him to know that he wasn’t alone in whatever he was going through. If only he would just let her in. Her teeth bit into the soft flesh of her lip as she tried to stifle the sobs. Curled up on the bed, she hugged Steven’s pillow to her chest.

Keys knocking against the door had her freezing. The door slowly creaked open and heavy, tired footsteps entered the apartment. The sound of a duffle hitting the floor broke her out of her trance and had her shooting up.

“Steven?” The figure outlined by the light of the fish tank shuffled over to the bed, standing at the foot.

“No, sorry…” Marc said, voice low and, dare she say, sad. She quickly flicked on the lamp on her nightstand, beckoning him towards her.

“What’s wrong, Marc? Are- are you guys okay?”

Marc was silent for a few heartbeats, his silence giving her time to think of every possible thing that could be wrong. Steven doesn’t love her anymore, Khonshu’s asking too much, they have some terminal disease… Her lip wobbled more with each new possibility.

“No… No, we’re not okay.” Marc whispered, “Steven doesn’t want me to tell you… but I don’t think he’s okay.”

He sounded so tired, and his eyes didn’t even come up to meet hers as he spoke. Whatever was wrong, it had been going on for a while and it’s become too much for Marc to handle. With a frown, she grabbed his hand to tug him onto the bed.

While she wasn’t in a romantic relationship with him, Marc was still important to her. He was like a brother to her. Without him, she wouldn’t even have Steven.

“Tell me, Marc… Tell me what’s wrong,” she begged softly. If he closed the door now after letting her get a toe in, she might completely break down. He sagged forward with his elbows on his knees, head in his hands.

“I just wish I could have protected him better… All of this is my fault. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I know this has been hurting you too, but I don’t know how to help him. He won’t eat; he runs until we have blisters… Hell, he’s been fronting during almost every fight and I can’t make him give me the body…”

It was as if once the words started pouring out of his mouth, they wouldn’t stop.

“The only reason I’m fronting now is that I think he was just too exhausted to…” The sigh that left him was far beyond his age. It was the sigh of someone too tired to continue. “You gotta help us, Y/N… You gotta help Steven.”

With a tear-streaked face, she nodded.

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Marc had showered and changed into Steven’s favorite pajamas before climbing into bed. Y/N lay on her side of the bed, wishing that it was her husband she was falling asleep next to. She wanted to hold him close, to protect him from the dangers of his own mind. She could only hope that when she woke up, it would be Steven kissing her awake as he used to.

Her sleep was a light and fitful one. An odd form of sleep paralysis. She could hear the sounds of their apartment, and Marc’s heavy snores next to her. But she couldn’t move. Worry and fear gripped her body like a vice.

Time seemed to still be flowing as one moment she was hearing Marc’s snores, then the next Steven’s much softer breaths. Unconsciously, her hand drifted toward her husband. Her love. Her partner who needed her help.

She couldn’t be sure if her hand ever touched him. Because it was his strained whispers that had her fully conscious. The lamp in the living area was lit and he stood in front of a full-length mirror.

“You overstepped, mate. I told you not to tell her.”

She blinked heavily, unsure if this was a dream or not. A quick hand over his side of the bed told her that it was not and that he hadn’t been gone for long.

“I don’t care! If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t be here with a big bloody scar on our chest from that fight! Or the other dozen scars everywhere else!” His voice started to rise.

She couldn’t help but stare at his back as he whispered furiously into the mirror on the other side of the apartment.

“She’s not gonna… she wouldn’t want a human scratching post. Y/N deserves more than… this. I mean, look at us…” He inhaled a shuttering breath. His strong hands gripped the edge of the standup mirror. “A million scars, rubbish bags under our eyes… gross stretch marks, unflattering dad bod.”

His final whispered confession had her finally jumping out of bed.

“I just wish I could be the man she deserves.”

She gave him no time to react before she slammed into his back, wrapping her arms around his middle and bunching the fabric of his shirt in her hands.

His breath caught in his throat, shame filling him. He could feel her sobs more than hear them. Gods, he made her upset. That had been the last thing he wanted to do, but Marc’s words from earlier rang through his head.

“You’re hurting her. Leaving early, coming home late, not making love with her, and keeping the lights off when you do. It’s hurting her. She told me so.”

A sob forced its way from his throat, and hot tears fell down his cheeks. His teeth bit harshly into his lip as he bowed his head, unwilling to look at the reflection of Marc’s pitying look.

“I’m so sorry…So, so sorry.” His hands grasped hers over his chest, right over the scar that had started this whole thing. She shook her head, whimpering into his shirt.

“No, please, Steven.” She took a shuddering breath, “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m not mad; or upset with you… I’m upset for you.”

His eyes screwed closed, his lips pressed into a line to suppress his cries.

“I wish I could take this pain away from you. I wish I could love these thoughts out of your mind. You do such an amazing job of protecting me; I wish I did a better job at protecting you.” She pulled her hands from his to drift to his sides and gently turned him to face her.

He kept his head bowed. The shame, the self-hatred, the ugly expression on his face, it wasn’t something she needed to see. The flinch he gave when her gentle hand cupped his cheek was uncontrollable. Her hand dropped back down to her side.

“Steven, let me help you. Whatever you’re trying to keep from me, whatever it is you are trying to hide, I will still love you. Nothing will ever make me not love you; nothing will ever make me think you are undeserving. You are the only man in this entire universe that I will ever love.”

He didn’t flinch when her hand touched him this time. Instead, he pressed his tear-stained cheek into her palm. They both let out heavy breaths. A hand littered with scars he hated so much, gripped her waist. The other, just as scarred as the right, cupped the back of her neck and he brought their foreheads together.

“I’m sorry that I’ve upset you, love. I just... I don’t know how to… how to let someone help. But I know I need it.” Steven swallowed the lump still stuck in his throat. “I am truly fortunate to have you be the one to help me, though.”

“I’m even luckier to have you,” She whispered before leaning forward to press her lips to his. His grip tightened and he pulled her flush to his chest. Flames followed in the wake of her fingers tracing up his stomach to rest on his chest, lovingly stroking the raised skin of the scar. His heart was thundering and he was sure she could feel it under her fingertips.

Salty tears blended on their skin, hiccupping sobs breaking from his sweet lips. As if touching glass, she wiped his tears away, cooing and shushing him. Chocolate eyes locked with hers. Walking backward and not breaking eye contact, she tugged him by the hand towards the bed. Steven followed obediently while wiping his tears with his sleeve.

The bed was cool against her skin as she leaned against the pillows, opening her arms for him. The air was thick with tension as he stood still, watching her. The stifling air was broken when he pulled his shirt over his head with shaking hands. His body is on full display in the dim lighting. While the suit heals wounds, it doesn’t erase scars.

It didn’t seem possible, the amount of love and acceptance in her gaze. It made his breath catch in his throat and warm goosebumps break out over his skin. Wishing for him to be in her arms, she made grabby hands for him. The action made his lips quirk up.

Slowly, he crawled in between her legs and she sat up to wrap her arms around his middle. Soft lips ghosted over the scar as her hands smoothed over his sides. His head was nuzzled into her hair and his arms wrapped around her back.

After breathing each other in, she leaned back and guided him to rest his head on her chest. His strong arms constricted around her middle. Her socked foot caressed his calf while her lips kissed the top of his head.

“If I get too heavy, I can move.” He couldn’t help but mumble. Gentle fingers carded through his hair and trailed down his back. Painted nails lightly scraped over his skin, leaving a trail of more goosebumps.

“If you dare move, I’m going to handcuff you to myself and swallow the key,” she threatened.

Steven let out a breathy chuckle and relaxed more into her. The patterns she was tracing into his skin were hypnotic and slowly, his eyes began to drift closed. A low sweet hum filled his ears.

As he focused on her fingers, he realized she wasn’t just doodling random patterns. It was letters. Words.

‘I love you’

‘Perfect’

‘Strong’

Tears pricked his eyes once more. He tilted his head to press a lingering kiss to her collarbone.

“I’ve got you, Steven. I’m not going anywhere. Not when I’ve got the perfect man for me in my arms.”

[meadow-roses]

Scribbly animated comic!

Felix is definitely going to bring his wife home before the end of the story, and he's gotta make sure everyone knows she's back!!!

First stop gotta make sure the besties know 👌

[jazdrawsmtas]

POV everyone in town has a crush on you (02/??)

[fablekitty]

Kara, I don't think laughing at your bother constitutes as flying lessons. Kara gifted Lulu his wings because he's an angel that deserves everything his skittle filled heart desires. . . Even though he has a huge fear of hights.

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♇ something about you chiron in 1H individuals and looking ancient and there's always something pointy about their chin or their chin just stands out.

♇ scorpio placements are very likely to have doppelganger, katy perry; who is a scorpio sun. her look a like zooey deschanel who is scorpio dominant. it is said emily blunt also looks like katy perry she doesnt have scorpio dominant or scorpio in her big six but she does have sun trine pluto.

⟶ victoria justice who is a scorpio rising and her "doppelganger" nina dobrev who is an alleged scorpio rising, both women are aquarius moons.

⟶ kiernan shipka a scorpio sun and mckenna grace who has jupiter in scorpio [don't think it's prominent] but they do have much similar appearance.

⟶ i think she was also used to play young sabrina because of their strong resemblance. ⟶ jessica chastain who is a scorpio rising and bryce dallas howard a scorpio lilith.

⟶ natalie portman who is a scorpio rising and keira knightley who is scorpio dominant.

⟶ margot robbie a scorpio moon and samara weaving who is a scorpio moon you could say emma mackey is a look a like, she's pluto dominant; jamie pressly is a look a like and an alleged scorpio rising. but jamie also has sun sextile pluto.

⟶ the eyes do a big play for these women; scorpio's opposite sign is taurus which i heard rules the eyes. ⟶ paul wesley a scorpio ascendan and kj apa a scorpio moon.

⟶ another good example is drake, if you're on social media you'll know that there's like a drake look-alike that pops out every minute. you could literally search up "drake lookalikes" and a pool of them would appear, but i think that also happens because drake's appearance is easy to imitate. ⟶ mariah the scientist a scorpio sun and mercury and brittany renner who is a pluto dom

⟶ [brittany renner right and mariah the scientist left]

♇ do not romanticise lilith in the 7h it is the trenches. you're either the insane partner or you attract the insane partner, and when you see the insanity it's ludicrous.

♇ noticed a lot of scorpio rising women have short heads, especially if they have fire placements.

♇ characters who have mars aspecting their moon will have people ATTACHED. actors of eddie munson and ser harwin strong have their moon and mars aspect each other, this causes fans to feel very connected to them and grieve very intensely over their character's deaths. along with the character joel miller from the last of us, people's reaction to his death was soooo bad.

♇ the more you use astrology to feel validated all the time the more you'll feel insecure! mostly because aside from looking within yourself, some people will use the placements of planets or asteroids to see if they're attractive, or skilled and when they dont see it they get insecure. [coming from actual conversations i used with people].

♇ i might've said this before but libra placements usually put themselves in situations they can easily get out of but choose to dwell in their sadness, specifically libra moons.

♇ aries venuses either do too much or nothing at all.

♇ aries moon with scorpio moon barely goes well, scorpio moon provokes aries moon and aries moon reacts just exactly how scorpio moon wants.

♇ moon badly aspecting venus; [specifically square and opposition, even conjunction] can cause someone to be heartbreakers, especially if they're a man.

♇ pisces in the 3h or mercury aspecting neptune [along with neptune in 3h] is an indicator of dyslexia, i looked at over 60+ natal charts and pointed it out to individuals who have those placements and majority of them said they do have trouble reading words, i myself have those placements and sometimes words jumble up for me. [this could also imply to having pisces or neptune in the 6h as 6h rules reading].

♇ people with aquarius placements are likely to always have strange interactions, someone with aqua in their big six or placements in their 11h always have a story to tell about someone strange.

♇ it has been implied that taurus beauty is more natural beauty and libra beauty is more cosmetic beauty. not insinuating that libra is all about surgery, but libra placements might be interested in make up more than taurus placements.

♇ as i have explained in the majestic virgo, i do believe those with virgo placements, 6h placements, prominent ceres specifically along with mercury dominance create the best creators, whether it is music, art, skills etc.

♇ this mostly is directed to people who have virgo or ceres in the ascendant, virgo in the big 6, first house ruler being in virgo, for example someone could be a cancer rising and have a virgo moon and that implies of their first house ruler being in virgo. ceres aspecting the ascendant or aspecting inner planets, which are ↴

⟶ sun, moon, mercury, venus and mars.

♇ i learnt that the 9H is about the next life and 5H is about your past life from the ruler ship book by rex. e bliss; it's interesting because they're both fire houses, this could insinuate that the 1H is about the current life, but im sure everyone is informed about the 1H ruling that!

⟶ someone with venus in the 1H could live a pleasant life [not all the time as there are bad sides to venus, it doesnt have to apply to everyone], and someone with pluto in their 5H could've had a very destructive and intense past life though might find themselves lucky in their next life if they have jupiter in the 9H but be aware of becoming over-indulgent.

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[velvet-vox]

This post is (almost) spoiler free from the Elden Ring: Shadow of the Erdtree story details.

One minor Miquella reveal down below.

So, now that with the DLC we've finally learned that Miquella is basically twink sized Griffith, I've started to reflect on Malenia and Miquella's upbringing, and how different it was from that of the other Demigods.

Because like, other Demigods had it rough, sure, but at least each and every one of them had a somewhat competent parent that allowed them to have... less childhood problems than others? Does that even make any sense? Even when Godfrey and Rennala were also incredibly flawed parents?

Regardless of how you would measure childhood trauma and the issues that come with being raised by a giant mushroom, think about it:

Godwyn was raised by Godfrey and Marika, who, despite the fact that there's zero evidence present in the game for it, I believe wasn't at her worst yet, at least not at this point of the story;

Mohg and Morgott were raised by the sewers Omens and, at times, by Godfrey himself, if that one interaction with Morgott before his Boss fight is anything to go by;

Radahn, Ranni and Rykard were raised by Rennala and Radagon; I always found it very interesting how two out of the three siblings of this house were backstabbing traitors while the other venerated Godfrey; I'm not too sure about Rennala's parenting skills but to me it seems very clear that Radagon was the more influential parent figure out of the two, even if in a very negative manner.

And lastly, we have Malenia and Miquella, raised by Marika/Radagon.

I always found it pretty curious the fact that out of all of the Demigods, Malenia and Miquella are the ones whose childhood we know the least.

Compared to the other Demigods, what do we know about them? Malenia had a sword teacher, and that's pretty much it.

And while this lack of information can be attributed to the "Radagon is Marika" plot twist later on in the game, I believe it's more than that: seriously, how can anyone imagine what Malenia's and Miquella's childhood was like?

THEIR MOTHER AND FATHER WERE THE EXACT SAME PERSON. AND NEITHER OF THEM WAS GOOD AT PARENTING OR DECENT AS AN INDIVIDUAL.

God do I love my messed up little siblings.

Also I love how their parallels with the Omen twins are now unavoidable and how now we almost view Mohg in the same way we used to see Miquella.