#moontides

[moontide-nymph]

A small drabble from todays stream:

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Tubbo looks at the picture in front of him in confusion. This didn't happen, but that's him and Fred? Someone is framing them in a weird way for some reason. Quackity is acting oddly invested, was it him? But why?

"This didn't happen man. I wouldn't pole dance for someone until at LEAST the tenth date, come ON. I'm a eighth impression kind of guy. Also Fred is more of a gentleman than that and wouldn't throw diamonds at my feet. They would try to hand them to me and i'd say no of course because his company is enough, but then he would insist that i take the diamonds and..." His face suddenly lights up. "WAIT is he rich? Not that it matters, just wondering. Im one of the richest on the island... I shouldn't have said that out loud to you but oh well. Wait what if he is though, that would be so- "

"ENOUGH! Man just tell me the truth. What's going on between you two?" Quackity's getting frustrated, what is wrong with this guy? Clearly having feelings for a fed worker? The same feds that tortured him too. Can't he see how bad of an idea it is?

"Well aside from your clearly fake stalker-ish photos, Fred and I are good friends. What's wrong with that?"

Quackity's plan is falling through. "They are USING YOU. They want information Tubbo. What's this?" Quackity rapidly points to the picture of the two of them at the theater.

"Oh we went and saw Wall-e! It was nice.."

"You WOULD fuckin show them the movie with the characters that look like the two of you wouldn't you? Fuckin lame."

"Hey man! It's a good movie! It just happens to have some correlations to us is all. What's this all about huh? Why are you so upset that we are friends? I've barely spoken to you much in weeks. Ive just been working on my massive controversial hole and hanging with friends."

"......everything about you is cursed. What the FUCK hahaha." Quackity's laugh is a bit nervous sounding because again, wtf is wrong with this guy. All he is giving him is a headache. Time to switch tactics. "Would you ever work with the federation?" This is the most important question, if this guy says yes......

Tubbo doesn't even hesitate with his answer. "Of course I would if it meant getting the kids back. Quackity, I would do a LOT of things to get the kids back." Tubbo’s stare is intense, getting the hidden point across. Quackity didn't need to hear anymore. This man is a wild card that needs to be taken care of immediately.

"That's the wrong fuckin answer pal." Quackity turns and starts to run off. He yells back, "you won't ever see Fred again!" He's teleported before tubbo could pull him back to demand to know what he did with Fred.

[windupnamazu]

0mg cholesterol

ffxivwrite2023 #24: girls' night (free day) an informal social gathering of women.

Residents of Lunya's house. Post-Endwalker. 547wc. ⮞ Girls' night! Girls' night! Girls' night!

"Not so fast, Butter," Lunya said sternly as she put herself between the boy and the door to her room. "This is Girls' Night territory; you know you're not allowed to follow Babycorn around like a lost puppy tonight of all nights."

"But I've been to Girls' Night befo—" Butter's protests were cut short as Lunya grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around, marching him down the hall until they reached the stairs. "I've been practicing new nail art designs!"

Lunya's determined expression remained set in stone. "You're not invited this time."

"MISS LUNYAAAAA," Linnet began to frantically yell back in Lunya's room, "BABYCORN'S TRYING TO EAT THE MUD MASKS AGAINNNNNNNN—"

"Nophica's bleating goat," Lunya muttered as she quickly turned on her bunny-slippered heel and dashed back to her room.

Down in the foyer, several of the boys and people who were invited but didn't particularly feel like participating in Girls' Night were gathered and had watched as Lunya manhandled her pseudo little brother/son thing out of her way.

"Why don't we just host a Boys' Night?" Felis wondered.

"We did a trial run once and it ended up with Coco getting carried away by a seagull," Sirius said grimly from the armchair beside his. He didn't elaborate further.

Butter sighed no less than four separate times as he made his way down the stairs to join the rest of his housemates. He wanted to ask Babycorn about the Mun-Tuy Festival arriving in Gridania in a week but completely forgot about her and Lunya's monthly tradition of holding a slumber party and doing… slumber party things?

Contrary to its name, the Moontide Manor's infamous Girls' Night wasn't a night exclusively for girls—Babycorn's little brother was always there, which Lunya explained was because he was a baby, and so was Majj, who most definitely wasn't a baby or even partially a girl but got a 'free pass' as Lunya's 'silly little rabbit,' whatever that meant, which was ridiculous because he was a Miqo'te and Butter was mixed Viera! And Butter knew how to use a curling iron! It didn't make sense that he wasn't invited!

"You probably got kicked because of your confession to Babycorn," Linnet's uncle Niols said wisely. Butter still didn't know how the entire mansion heard about that before they even got home from Moonfire Faire. "I betcha Miss Lunya wants to gossip."

"You wanna try spying on them?" Oleo asked eagerly. "I know Momoka's gonna talk about how smokin' I am."

"Absolutely not," Sirius said immediately. "And if you try, you're grounded."

"I don't even live here though?!"

"During my last attempt at an infiltration mission, I knocked over a security mammet and got us arrested by the Sharlayan Forum," G'raha said pensively, looking up apologetically at Butter from his book on Allagan gardening techniques, "so I fear I will have to pass."

Butter didn't think the Sharlayan Forum would arrest them if they got caught trying to disturb the sanctity of Girls' Night, but he did know that Lunya Kalangitan Lanya was scarier than every silly-hatted member of that council combined and if even her own husband was against it it was the worst idea imaginable.

"We could try Boys' Night again!" Felis suggested.

"I don't wanna dieeeeeeee," Coco wailed.

[heavenlyeros]

uh oh baby’s first dnd

[moontidemints]

thinking about posting the newest chapter of narotmf on my bday, but then first I got to finish the chapter lol.

[thevalicemultiverse]

Again From The Valicer In The Dark Universe

Smiler: HAPPY MOONTURN! Wishing you all the best for this new year!

Victor: May it be everything you hope it will be!

Alice: And even if it isn't, just remember -- at least in your universe, you get to enjoy sunlight!

[hqmillioncorn]

FFXIVWrite Day twenty-seven: Sole

with @windupnamazu 's Butter and Pancake and Cinnamon and Lunya

Cherrypit’s mind reading was not something he could easily describe. Not only because he was two years old and his vocabulary was limited but also because it was different every time. Sometimes he would take the place of the person he was reading the mind of, feeling the feelings that they did. Other times he would simply be an audience member watching their thoughts play out.  Sometimes he would just simply see images.  Most of the time however, it would be the first one. Including on the fateful day when Cherrypit decided he would stop reading minds, until he went back on it. It hadn’t been anyone’s fault. He was just a baby and Yeyema was going through it. Something he figured out pretty quickly when he read her mind. 

Being alone was something that Cherrypit didn’t really like. 

In his case, Cherrypit really wasn’t ever truly left alone. He had his dolls, his friends, and the scions always watching over him. Even if Cherrypit ever did try to go off and be by himself, he would find it a hassle at first. 

For Cherrypit, being alone meant that his sister wasn’t with him. 

It had already happened more than once in his lifetime and now it had happened again. Shortly after Babycorn had promised to him that she would never leave him alone again. He didn’t know why she was crying when he woke up from his nap. The last thing he remembered is her giving him his hair tie back. Anything after that was a big, empty blank.

Sorta like the first time they left home. 

Cherrypit still wasn’t sure what happened. Only that Babycorn was gone and everyone looked really worried. He and Babycorn had just come back from visiting their ‘grandma’ a couple of days ago.*

*which was a disaster in itself.   

Then Babycorn talked about how she had a feeling that someone was following her around. Eventually she dismissed it as the same regular funny feeling whenever she was in Radz-at-han. Then she and Cherrypit went to go eat something, before Babycorn out-of-the-blue decided she wanted to see if Butter was doing okay.

Since the last time they had seen him, he looked a little sad for some reason.

‘If I bring Butts some ice cream maybe he’ll feel better too!’

It ended in a disaster that was still a mystery to Cherrypit.

He couldn’t find a way to ask anyone what had happened and had only burst out crying because of it. Lunya explained it the best she could but even with that, Cherrypit still couldn’t understand. Why would someone take his sister? And for what? Why leave him all alone by himself?

It was getting him so frustrated he just wanted to-

“Cherry look! I made a pizza!” 

Cherrypit looked over to where Pancake was sitting, in her hands was a small pizza that she had made out of the clay they were playing with. “You can’t eat it though!” She winked at him, “Let me see what you made?” Pancake looked over at the clay in Cherry’s hands. There was no real shape to them. He had just been crushing it into all sorts of shapes. 

Cherrypit held up a shape. “Pumki!” He declared the orange pile in his hands was a pumpkin.

“Ooh! A pumpkin! That’s cute!” 

“Mmm!” Cherrypit brought it closer to his mouth to eat it only for Pancake to reach over and slowly lower his hands. 

“No eating.” 

“No eating!” Cherrypit repeated, putting the clay down on the floor. He reached over to a pile of pink clay and began to poke at it. He poked his finger all the way through and wore it like a ring on his finger. He found this really funny and he was sure that Pancake would too.

When he turned his head to tell her about it, he found her staring over at the wall again, she had the same sad look on her face.

She had arguably been in the same sort of distress that Cherrypit was. Pancake just had more experience in hiding it. There would be no way for him to understand the thoughts running through her head. He could very well read them, but understanding them was a whole different other matter.

Not that he hadn’t tried. 

‘When Cherrypit did, it felt really warm. He could see Butter and Cinnamon next to him. Butter looked really sad and all Cherrypit could think about was how he wanted him to feel better. They were standing in a grassy field with a tree behind them. There were weird tall figures in the distance that he didn’t recognize. Butter was saying something about them but he couldn’t understand any of the words he was saying.

Cinnamon was saying chimes too but he could understand her even less. Eventually the grassy field started to fade away and he found himself in the mansion that he and everyone lived in. Cherrypit recognized everyone that was running around. It made him feel really happy!

Then the weird tall figures got really close. There was a weird sad feeling, but it didn’t last long. 

They made Butter sad. That was the very last straw.’  

Cherrypit wanted to help Pancake feel happy but he didn’t really know what to do.

He grabbed some more clay around him and then some more. Trying to remember what something looked like. Eventually he gave up trying to remember and just looked at what Pancake had given him to try and copy it the best he could.

Once he was all done Cherrypit crawled closer to Pancake.“Panca!” Cherrypit tugged on Pancake’s shirt to get her attention.

“Huh?” 

“Pissa!” Cherrypit held up the clay pizza he had made himself, much like the one she had shown him earlier. Cherrypit’s pizza was a little bigger than the one she made. He had made it bigger because he wanted her to be really happy. “For you!” 

Pancake took the clay pizza in her hands and sighed. “Thanks Cherry.” 

Cherrypit smiled and looked around, if he made more pizzas for Pancake maybe she would feel all better and not sad anymore! “For you! For you!” He would make lots of things for Pancake! Like cake and ice cream and pancakes! She really liked pancakes! Cherrypit remembered that Pancake would eat a big tower of Pancakes a lot.

Just as Cherrypit began work on the stack of clay pancakes, the door to Pancakes’s room opened.

Lunya and Butter walked in, with Cinnamon flying in right behind Butter. They were talking about something Cherrypit couldn’t quite understand. What he did understand was reading just how happy Pancake got at seeing her brother, Cinnamon and Lunya. 

“Butter!” Pancake stood up and ran towards her brother. Picking him up in a tight hug as he hugged her back. Cinnamon flew over and sat on the younger girl’s head. 

‘She had wanted to ask if she was okay but he beat her to the punch.

Cherrypit noticed a large hand had picked up the two figures that had been in the distance. Soon enough there were two other people in their place and they were getting closer.’

Pancake soon ran over to Lunya, who would have more than likely picked up Pancake in a hug herself had she had done it sooner. 

‘Cherrypit found himself running towards everyone. Butter was there and so was Cinnamon. They were shining the brightest of all. But right next to them were Sirius and Lunya. There was a sense of realization. That they had been there all along. That she loved them a lot. Almost like-”

Pancake mouthed the word ‘mom’ to herself. No one but Cherrypit really noticed. And he didn’t really understand.

“Woah. Check out the little guy over there.” Cherrypit heard Cinnamon say. There was the sound of wings fluttering near him and a light wind blowing in his face. “Kinda freaky!”

“Cherry?!” Pancake took a step back. Why were Cherrypit’s eyes the same color as hers?! Not only that-! They were completely that color, with no trace of white to be found.

Lunya recognized this, alongside his far-off look, this could only mean he was doing one thing. She walked over to Cherrypit and gently knocked on his head. “Cherry? Sweetie? Can you stop reading Pancake’s mind, please?” She knew he meant well but it was probably scaring Pancake. 

Cherrypit blinked once, twice, then a third time. Once he did, his eyes were back to the blank white that everyone was used to. Then he grabbed a piece of clay and put it in his mouth. Lunya immediately got him to spit it out. 

Afterwards, the four of them began to talk to each other about what they were going to do next. Butter was holding something under his arm and as he walked towards a table Cherrypit noticed something fall out of it.

It fell all the way down to the ground sorta like a butterfly would. Once Cherrypit waddled closer to it he noticed that it was maybe a piece of paper. “Butts.” He said to himself. Butter must have dropped this. So he should give it back!

He grabbed the thing from the ground and turned it around. 

“Ah-! Ah! Ah!!”

Cherrypit ran over to the others, pointing and yelling at the paper in his hands. 

“What is it Cherry?!” Pancake knelt down and grabbed the paper when Cherry handed it to her. She turned it around to see a portrait of a lalafell with brown hair, she looked really sad about something. Or annoyed, Pancake couldn’t decide which.

Cherrypit made all sorts of noises as he pointed at the lalafell over and over. Until he was finally able to say the word he’d been trying to say over his excitement. 

“Mama! It’s mama!” 

There was no mistaking her.

[movieposters1]

[sesiondemadrugada]

Moontide (Fritz Lang & Archie Mayo, 1942).

[flowersinurbia]

Beachwalked an Amazing Full Moon Lowtide this morning ... #dogslife #doggydogworld #dogs #perros #beachlife #beach #lowtide #moontide #sandbar #ocean #sea #gulfofmexico (at Mashes Sands Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoSPOoXLURt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[rainnby]

Moodboard: Mavari Moontide, Warlock. Pt. 1

"I've left my home in attempt to outrun what my parents call my responsibility. Now I find myself with far more daunting responsibilities on my shoulders. But without my help, the world will fall. One way or another."

[chaosgenasi]

i thought i was pulling leylines = luxon stuff out of thin air but there's actually a lot here and i'm going full red string

[windupnamazu]

if we listen to each other's heart!

ffxivwrite2023 #09: fair a gathering of stalls and amusements for public entertainment.

Pre-relationship Butter/@hqmillioncorn's Babycorn, with Moontide Manor friends. Post-Endwalker, pre-Dawntrail. 1202wc. ⮞ In this family, Moonfire Faire stirs up a lot of romance. And silliness. And tornado potatoes.

"Lunya, you dragged us out here to stalk Butter and Babycorn, not to play games out where they could see us," Sirius scolded, hands on his hips as he glared down his best friend and her husband giggling over the gigantic plush dog they'd just won. "Keep your head in the game."

"Right!" Lunya squeaked between peals of laughter as she accepted G'raha's arm to sit on, clinging to her prize as he lifted her onto his shoulder. She did feel a little bad about yet another year of destroying the same poor carney's test of strength, but he was the one who kept goading her into playing! It wasn't her fault if he always claimed that this will be the year I defeat you, Lunya Lanya! and she ended up sending the bell flying across Costa del Sol! Besides, G'raha always got a kick out of it. "Do you have sight of them still, kids?"

"They're eating tornado potatoes!" Pancake said, standing on top of a bench with a cheap spyglass in hand. Butter and Babycorn weren't actually far away enough for her to need one, but Linnet won it for her from a game of whack-a-hedgemole and Pancake insisted she absolutely had to use it.

"Tornado potato…" Lunya said longingly, looking in the direction of said stall.

G'raha laughed, reaching up to hold her hand as their group began to discreetly trail after their two small friends. "When they move onto the next attraction we'll go and buy some," he promised.

"Potato! Potato!" cheered Linnet and Pancake.

"Potato!" cheered Cinnamon in a proportionally quieter voice, though only Lunya could understand the faerie and the tornado potatoes were actually twice as long as she was.

"Shh," hissed Sirius even though there was next to no chance Butter or Babycorn could hear them over the noise of Moonfire Faire's crowds and fireworks. He'd been awfully tense since they left the mansion; maybe it was because he was wearing all black and long sleeves in the middle of summer while everyone else was wearing beachwear. Felis bumped shoulders with him.

"Come on," Felis said, grinning toothily. On his shoulders, Cola leaned over to pat Sirius's head with her tiny hands and he relaxed just a fraction. "We're doing this for fun, not as a job. Let's try to enjoy ourselves first and foremost."

"Right," Sirius muttered. "If Lunya were paying us that'd be another thing."

"You want gil?" Lunya wondered atop her steed of a husband.

"No! Learn how to save for once!"

"Miss Lunya, they're headed for the beach!" Linnet cried, bouncing on the heels of her ribboned sandals. "Do we follow them or get tornado potatoes?!"

Lunya bit her lip, looking back and forth between the allure of the tornado potato stall (also selling corn on the cob with a table of spices you could douse them with at will!) and the two friends she goaded Sirius out of the house with the mission of spying on. As much as she wanted to make sure Butter wouldn't totally blow his chance with Babycorn, he'd come a long way from that timid 16-year-old they picked up in the Shroud a decade ago, so he'd probably be fine, right…? Sure, the other party was Babycorn "wouldn't know a confession if a bouquet of roses hit her in the face" Starsinger, but…!

"Potato," Lunya decided, and the three kids (and Cinnamon) started whooping and hollering as the party veered away from the ramp down to the beach.

"Butter," Babycorn began as she contemplated her snow cone, the latest in the line of snacks her friend had bought her that was starting to give her suspicions she normally wouldn't have. "Is this a date?"

"It's strawberry," Butter said automatically, then he seemed to process what she said and turned a fascinating shade of red. "I—I, uh, I thought you were talking about the snow cone, I, um. Would—would it be okay if it was? A date, I mean?"

Babycorn's smile was blinding. "Sure! It's been a fun date so far! Ah, Butts, are—are you okay?"

Her friend was somehow even more red than he was just a minute ago. It was almost impressive but mostly worrisome. She leaned over and pressed her forehead to his.

"I don't think you got a fever." She pouted slightly, brow wrinkling in thought. Butter watched her face just ilms away with wide, almost dazed eyes. "Do you need to sit down?"

"No! no," Butter said quickly, taking a step back. After a moment he reached over and grabbed Babycorn's hands, which was nice. Babycorn liked holding hands with Butter! "Babycorn, can I tell you something?"

"You can tell me anything, Butts!" Babycorn agreed instantly.

"I…" Butter shuffled on one sandaled foot to the other. "I like you, Babycorn! Not as just your friend. Like, romantically, like how Lunya and G'raha feel about each other or Melmeltan and Coco or Sirius and Felis. And…! I have for years! I know you're still hoping Hildibrand will notice you"—and Babycorn wasn't sure what the expression on Butter's face when he said Hildibrand's name meant, but she thought that maybe she should bring up how she wasn't all that sure about still liking Hildibrand ever since they found out about the whole Mandervillan thing in Radz-at-Han—"but until then, would… would you let me try to, um, I guess the word Lunya used is woo… you…?"

Meanwhile in the bushes nearby, Lunya had to be stopped by both Sirius and G'raha from hollering WOO! in glee. G'raha ripped off a piece of his tornado potato to shove in her mouth.

"Basically, um, it's okay if you don't like me back the same way, but if you're okay with it I also want to do my best to make you like me too! N-not by force or anything but naturally! By impressing you!"

Oh!

This was like those—all those weird proposals strangers kept coming to her with! With the rings Lunya and Tilika kept telling her to not eat!!!

Don't eat the ring, Babycorn! she told herself. This is Butter! You cannot eat that ring!!!!!!

There wasn't a ring, because a confession and proposal are usually two different things.

"How are you gonna impress me?" Babycorn wondered instead of really registering the emotional weight of the conversation, though she was taking it much more seriously than she had all the other confessions and proposals she'd been flooded with across her travels.

"Uh." Damn. He hadn't thought this far. "I'll do things like…! This!"

Butter did a cartwheel in the sand. Babycorn gasped and clapped her hands furiously.

Ba-BUMP!

That's weird! Babycorn thought, placing a hand over her silly heart doing silly things, and out loud she said, "Okay, Butts! You can 'woo' me! Woo!"

"Woo!" Butter exclaimed, doing another cartwheel.

Back in the bushes, Cinnamon and Pancake finally came over from the fairground stalls, the teenager carrying two cobs of corn slathered in butter and salt and sweet paprika for them.

"I MISSED IT?" Cinnamon's indignant shriek carried over the water, not that there were many other Echo users out on the beach to understand her. "WHAT THE FUCK DID THEY TALK ABOUT???"

[genrenommer]

"What the Fuck Is Up with That?": the Episode

[moontidemints]

🎉🎉🎉

happy anniversary when i punched a kid in first grade!

will never stop thanking my tito and lolo from stopping my mom from going ballistic on me.

[dent-de-leon]

okay, but the Moontide Crown is probably a vestige of the Moonweaver, right? It lets you feel connected to the moons and draw magic from them, cast "illusions and...some [magic] a bit more violent," gives you "impeccable" night vision--and it's a little crown? "A silvery, gossamer crown, made partially of metals, partially of an immaterial crystal, it's hard to miss when you see it"?

Anyway, Moonweaver worshipper Mollymauk Tealeaf--who pretended to be royalty for a week and adorns himself in elaborate jewelry and shiny little trinkets--would absolutely love to steal that crown and I just know it'd look stunning on him--