#sun and moon imagery

[zolupine]

See you again :)

[yourpackagecameinthemale]

you must be so strong,

pulling the tides

in and out, day after day

does your back hurt?

can i take the pain for you?

my moon, does your heart ache

can i hold you until it doesn't

-your sun

[zacharyleigh316]

solar eclipse

solar eclipse - a moonchaser ficlet | Word Count: 679 | Teen and Up | Read here (or below cut)

Looking at James Potter was like looking into the sun.

Remus knew that if you stared long enough you’d only get burned, and yet, it was also impossible to look away. Every room James was in, he was just there, the absolute centre of attention, even when he wasn’t trying to be. Especially then. Drew your eye without even thinking of being sought. Burned brighter and hotter than any other, and scorched your entire being inside and out. And yet…and yet. People just fell into James’ orbit without much say, but also without much objection. It was who he was. The very definition of James Fleamont Potter. For the people within his gravitational pull revolves around him, for him, just as he did for them. It made Remus’ chest ache, with how much James was loved. With how much James loved in turn. How Remus, like any adoring form of life, yearned to bask in James’ sunlight, to feel the warmth of his golden glow, to know this light intimately, and without competition, so that he may, too, one day grow big enough to reach him.

Because looking at James Potter was like looking into the sun. If you stared long enough you’d only get burned. 

But Remus was no stranger to pain.

Being around Remus Lupin was like being around the moon.

James knew that the moon was always there, and that, even when you couldn’t see it, with an absolute assuredness—as day turns to night—it would return to its rightful place. Cool, calm, and collected, a resounding fixture in people’s life, wise beyond his years. A mystery, an enigma James couldn’t help but be lured in by, like a siren song warning him of the rising tide. He is but a simple man, never one to err on the side of caution, weak to the lunar call pulling him in. A quiet strength is Remus John Lupin, a friend of friends, of creatures, of suns and stars. A satellite, James surmises, assumed to be caught in everyone’s rotation, when, in reality, they depend on him. Someone to look up to, to whisper secrets into the night, moonlight as their only witness, and the promise of discretion in his humbling affection. James wept for the chance to experience Remus’ ethereal beauty, scars like craters, through each phase, ever changing, both human and beast. Fully. New. Longed to be purified by his silver ribboned glow. Under his watchful eye. The reflection of James himself, someone who got him, understood him, never judged him…completed him. 

Because being around Remus Lupin was like being around the moon. And sure enough, when day turned to night, he’d still be there.

James really valued steadfast loyalty.

So was it really a surprise when Remus and James found each other? It was bound to happen eventually, all shy, careful smiles and tentative touches, neither one wanting to breach the gap first, cross the line from friendship to something more. The truth was, however, that they would always be something more to each other—James and Remus, Remus and James. Both of them are incomplete without the other, two halves of a whole. Something cosmic. Astronomical. Once amongst the stars, past loves that have since burned out, a sun and moon come back around to one another. Lips would touch softly, shared in both day and night, and fingertips would leave miniature solar flares in their wake, trailing across marred skin. Bodies would melt together, all encompassing like the weighted blanket of twilight’s dusk, and limbs would intertwine, until you couldn’t even tell where one began and the other ended. Time was irrelevant in these moments; it was as if it all stood still, waiting with bated breath for them to consume one another. Their love was shining. Glowing. Light. A sun cannot be without its moon and vice versa—chasing after each other in endless orbit.

James Potter was the sun, and Remus Lupin was the moon.

And when the sun and moon come together, they make a solar eclipse.

[preciouslandmermaid]

something something the inherent poetic energy of Sanji being "splashed in summer tones" and cooking in a warm kitchen filled with enticing spices and soft smiles VERSUS something something running into Zoro "bathed in pale moonlight" interrupting your anxiety-induced walk in the fresh salty air, an unsaid tension beneath the dark, roiling waves pulling the tide out.

[finding-crow]

I am tired of being lived like the sun. You love me when I am a beautiful sunset, but you really only admire me when I am leaving. You do not admire me when I shine bright. You love me when I am dim, you look for me in cloudy days. But when I am bright you do not look, you do not listen to the words I say, until it is too late, until I am distancing myself. When I am setting.

I want to be loved like the moon, admired in all my phases, looked for when I am dim and loved so much more for it. A constant despite how I look. I want to be loved like I am always something to be looked at. Always someone to listen too. No one looks for the moon just when it is raising or setting, there is no bad time to look at the moon, it is always there, it always has something to say. And I want someone to be there to listen.

(I wish I had artist capability to draw someone looking up at the moon I have a specific art style in mind but idk what it’s called 😭)

[hinamie]

色彩 [Shikisai]

[lights-at-night-art]

my prophet and me

[pillowspace]

I made a video for my dearly beloved AU, Celestial Sundown. Apps used were ibis Paint X and Text on Video & Video Editor

[pineappical]

would calling this something like "the sun to his earth" be a little bit too cliche? maybe...

[retellingthehobbit]

Bilbo Baggins and Thorin Oakenshield, for @fellowshipofthefics The Hobbit event! @insidious-apple wrote a very sweet fic paired with this art, which you can find here. :'3

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

"W...W-Why are you doing this...?!" Sun blinked and cocked his head, feigning the look of an innocent child. "Huh? Ohhh!" He rested an elbow in one hand, using the other to draw a circle in the air referencing the man's predicament before walking around his chair. "You mean the whole 'tying you up and torturing you' thing! Well, it's quite obvious, isn't it~?"

Sun stopped directly behind him, bending low to speak directly into the man's ear.

"For Calvin, Mr. Grisham. For Eloise. And for every child in this town who has had to suffer, because of monsters like you."

Mr. Grisham trembled in his restraints, the sweet-sounding voice of Sun now laced with sinister and utter darkness. "Please, I-"

"Did you know-!" Sun halted him, continuing his walk around the chair. He waved an arm in Moon's direction, who fluidly twirled his knife, watching the man's blood still caked on it flick about the room. "My brother and I used to take care of children? You remember the pizzeria in the big city, don't you? Well, just because we are no longer daycare attendants, that doesn't mean our roles have changed. No no no~ Our roles have simply-"

Sun stopped back in front of Mr. Grisham's chair, getting into the man's face once more. His hands, once folded behind his back now gripping the arm rests. The wood creaked and nearly gave way from his grip alone. Sun's colored irises had shrunken down to slits, rattling with a craziness just waiting to bust free. His grin nearly stretched off of the edges of his face plate. A thin, black line formed between his teeth, and grew as his seemingly permanent-closed mouth, opened.

"Evolved," he finished, the word rattling in his robotic throat and chest.

Mr. Grisham whimpered, leaning back as much as he could from the looming animatronic. He squeezed his eyes and turned his head away. "S-Stop that-!"

Two hands grabbed at his head, turning it to face forward again. Two thumbs pulled his eyelids up, forcing him to look.

"What's wrong, Mr. Grisham~? Do I frighten you~?" Sun mockingly cooed. He leaned in closer, his nose pressed against Mr. Grisham's. "Good. Take a good, long, look, Mr. Grisham. I want you feel afraid. But this fear, is NOTHING compared to the fear you have inflicted upon your own children."

Sun's grip tightened. How easily he could pop this man's head like a grape. How badly he wanted to, how eagerly he wanted this maggot dead. But no. He had to suffer first. He had to pay. Sun relished in the man's whimpering as he trembled in his hands. Hot steam puffed from Sun's ajar mouth, ghosting the man's face.

"I wonder..." he thought aloud, his mouth a dangerous number of inches from the shivering man's head, "if I can scalp you with my own teeth~"

"Sun."

The animatronic paused, his eyes flicking to his left, towards Moon. The lunar animatronic stopped twirling his knife and simply stood there, giving his twin a known look between them with a raise brow.

Quickly--too quickly--Sun composed himself and stepped away, arms and hands open in surrender. "Ahaha! Apologies, brother! I got a little carried away there, didn't I?"

A small smile etched across Moon's face as he stepped forward. He couldn't fault Sun for his...eagerness. He placed a gloved hand on his twin's shoulder. "Go sanitize your gloves and face. Remove any traces of oil and skin."

Sun playfully saluted. "On it! I'll leave you to do the honors~" He then skipped away to do as instructed.

Mr. Grisham watched him go, bewildered and outright frightened by the swift changes in personality. Suddenly, something cold and sharp under his chin directed him to look forward, and he met Moon's hooded gaze, his face illuminated by narrow blue and red pupils. His own grin had widened and opened. Mr. Grisham whimpered as the tip of the knife pressed into his chin.

"Now that Sun's had his turn...looks like it's mine again~ Try to stay awake, Mr. Grisham. It's more fun that way~"

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:3c

@moonlit-dreamers

[unjorts]

listen,, you gotta look hot for when you burn your fellow organization member to death in front of a key-wielding lad and his friends !!

no text ver. under cut :D

+bonus low-res blurry saix, as a treat :)

[curiositykilledtheradiostar]

Bore the shadows that you made With no light of my own I shine only with the light you gave me

The Moon Will Sing (The Crane Wives)

(process photos + silly warmup under the cut)

[jackobbit]

Since Halloween draws closer, have a lil spooky fella from a Magma I joined a few days ago :3c

The theme was ‘Amalgamation’

[ID: A Magma drawing in monochrome of Sun, Moon and Eclipse from Fnaf merged together into one being, they approach the viewer in a dark hallway. The creature has three separate heads that hang down throughout the piece, each heads face is blacked out, leaving only one semi-realistic eye in each. The creature has five arms, and two torsos stacked on top of one another. Several wires connect to the amalgamation, some hanging down while others remain attached to something at the end of the hall out of frame. /End ID]

[kallistersbullshit]

whos excited for today's episodeeee

traumatized yellow man variants under the cut:

[pixiecactus]

something to know about me, i dislike this quote with a burning passion:

"You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you … and I need both of you, gods help me."

sorry ned but maybe try to pay attention to the way your eldest daughter actually treats the younger one before saying something like that next time. look i admit it, is a cute quote and everything but the way stansas had run wild with this quote is disgusting.

i can talk only about arya here because the other sister doesn't interest me much and it gets so tiring to have a horde of people claiming that there's an already loving siblinghood between the stark daughters when the only evidence they have at their disposal is that exact quote up there and one of sansa's memories of a snowfight, oh my god... could this mean that there is not a close relationship at all between them?

remember this?

"Sansa had once dreamt of having a sister like Margaery; beautiful and gentle, with all the world's graces at her command. Arya had been entirely unsatisfactory as sisters went..."

i hope i remember this correctly (if not send me anon hate i don't care and it wouldn't be the first time either) but sansa was thinking like this after having the knowledge that her little sister is mostly dead so this is why i don't buy the whole "the adults were the ones pitting the sisters against each other" and sure, catelyn with her comparisons between them and septa mordane with her abusive behavior towards arya surely added something like reassurance in sansa's mind that she was better than her little sister and that arya deserved to be treated badly, which sansa canonically did to arya. but what i want to get is that, in my opinion sansa started to resent arya mostly because her little sister was different and had different interests than her, sansa wanted arya to behave the same as jeyne poole, who even when we're presented with the fact that sansa and jeyne were something like best friends, it was mostly a relationship that depicted sansa and her following minion who validated every breath and step that the eldest stark daughter took.

and in the books we are clearly shown that arya loves all of her family dearly (yes, even sansa and even when it's not reciprocated)

Arya never looked back. She wished the Rush would rise and wash the whole city away, Flea Bottom and the Red Keep and the Great Sept and everything, and everyone too, especially Prince Joffrey and his mother. But she knew it wouldn't, and anyhow Sansa was still in the city and would wash away too. When she remembered that, Arya decided to wish for Winterfell instead.

and

"She hated Ser Amory Lorch for Yoren, and she hated Ser Meryn Trant for Syrio, the Hound for killing the butcher's boy Mycah, and Ser Ilyn and Prince Joffrey and the queen for the sake of her father and Fat Tom and Desmond and the rest, and even for Lady, Sansa's wolf."

and

"I could find out somehow, I know I could, if only I could get away. When she thought of seeing Robb's face again Arya had to bite her lip. And I want to see Jon too, and Bran and Rickon, and Mother. Even Sansa... I'll kiss her and beg her pardons like a proper lady, she'll like that."

but at the same time, arya being passionate about those who she cares about is not something she only does when her family is involved, she started a pack of her own, with a bull, a pastry, a weasel and lommy greenhands (sorry my dude, i couldn’t think about any other thing to call you) and later on we see her making friends with the youngest son of a captain, the daughters of a fishmonger and a group of sex workers…exactly like sansa said back in agot:

Sansa knew all about the sorts of people Arya liked to talk to: squires and grooms and serving girls, old men and naked children, rough-spoken freeriders of uncertain birth. Arya would make friends with anybody.

arya doesn't actually need her sister in the same way that sansa doesn't need arya, and no, they are not the two different sides of the same coin, because for that to be the truth both stark daughters should be closely related and sure they are sisters and sansa is arya's foil but the closeness is simply not there at all, no matter how much you want to force it. and stansas use the coin analogy to push the idea that arya is the brawn and sansa is the brain(?) and that the two girls combined would be an unstoppable force rather than think about i don't know... hope that your favourite girl finally learns how to stand up for herself and stop being dependant on other people... maybe…

i honestly hope to see that if they are reunited, arya and sansa would share a hug, i think that both girls need the physical confirmation that the other one is real and not an illusion after all. but i'll always think that both girls are too different from each other to coexist peacefully side by side.

you can't tell me that arya would stand behind a person that doesn't care for others at all.

"l e t a r y a a n d s a n s a b e d i s t a n t s i b l i n g s"