#tyrant lunar au

[brightsstar]

Decided to draw a few more of my AU characters as animanettes for the mer au.

I don't think any of them are gonna make appearances in the story exactly, but they are side characters, and some interactions may happen. Uncertain right now though.

First up: Eclipse, and Starstrike

Eclipse had ended up in a bad incident a while back, and he did nearly die. Starstrike saved his life and helped him heal. Starstrike is a special type of animanette as well. They have a very good grasp on magic compared to most other animanettes. So much so that they can't contain all of their magic, and what they can't contain dances around their chest in rings.

Eclipse is half blind and badly scarred. It doesn't bother him too much though. He has adapted pretty well, though he still suffers from phantom pain, and has nightmares occasionally about the incident. Starstrike is never far from him. (Fun fact: his scars are based on the injuries he sustained from Rising Eclipse!)

Next: Lunar and Nova

Warning: Severe Abuse (skip red text if you don't want to read the more detailed stuff)

Nova was still badly abused by Black Moon, but guess what, this world has consequences for that! Black Moon's gonna be locked up for a long time, and even when he finishes his sentence, he is never allowed near Nova again!

Nova was still forced to do pretty much everything for Black Moon, and if he didn't meet his expectations, he was beaten, starved, and tied up. The ropes often tight enough that they left scars. Sometimes Black Moon even dragged him around by the ropes. Anyways, Black Moon is in prison and will not be getting out for a long, long time. And there is a restraining order against him so he can't go near Nova again anyways even after he's out.

Lunar is the one who helped Nova after he found out about what was going on. He gathered the evidence to convict Black Moon of his crimes, and he's helping Nova recover. Nova is still a little bit nervous around him since he looks a lot like his brother, but he is gradually getting better about it and is starting to trust him.

I may draw a few more of them later in this universe's style.

[bittyfromquotev]

I have the sudden motivation to write so I’m gonna work on my LUAT x PWL crossover fic

[bristledthistled]

[Servant Eclipse has joined you party]

Added Servant Eclipse to this little Au. Evil Lunar's dimension is hoarding all the Solar Servants.

Servant Eclipse thought he had finally freed himself from under the thumb of that pint-sized tyrant to only find himself stuck in another dimension with an even more unhinged and powerful Lunar.

(Thank you @dk-vtf-count for the inspiration. Servant Eclipse has been rolling around in my brain like a hamster in a ball.)

[lumiidragon]

Self-indulgent self-inset~

Dragon Shifter AU

Meet Lunar! Lunar is from an island called ‘Shifter Island’ ruled by a horrible tyrant whom more or less damns Shifters there and forbids them to leave. They generally live miserable lives, but some are able to escape the confines of the island.

Lunar was one of these Shifters who managed to get past the night fury army and escape from Shifter Island. Eventually, she ended up on New Berk, where she was discovered by Hiccup and Astrid.

This AU takes place long after the dragons have left and now Hiccup gets a light fury fkgjdfkgjdg.

But yeah, this is so I can ship her with Hiccup and Astrid, so enjoy the newest Haddock member. I might get more detailed with this since my Dragon Shifter  AU has really been fleshed out from a private RP I have, but I dunno. We’ll see~

[mkh-draws]

Zagreus ages for my Lore Olympus AU that came from this post.

For future works and comic pages check out the Lunar Love tag on my page or the link.

Lore info underneath. CW: child abuse, mentions of child soldiers, war, and abusive relationships.

Born to the tyrant Zelena Theraopoulos and Izanagi-no-Mikoto as her firstborn. Zagreus and his father faced different kinds of abuse from his mother. Despite the traumatic upbringing Izanagi tried his best to give his son the happy childhood he could. It ended when Zagreus of ten and his father were sent to live in the Lifeless Mountains after Zelena fell pregnant with her twins. She would let her older sister Gaea bring her son to visit his father under her supervision. However, during his time Izanagi, Gaea, and Eris with their brother Solis, were plotting to rebel against Zelena but couldn't figure out how to weaken her due to her strong military presence. Desprest Izanagi began to plant ideas in Zagreus' head about finding out the weak spots of his mother's army for their advantage. Using seeing him and them seeing each other freely to "motivate" his son.

At 13 Zagreus was discovered as a spy by his mother which sparked the rebellion when he was caught with the military plans. After fleeing with his aunt Eris to a hideout. The battle raged for half a year until Zelena and Zagreus faced each out in a one-on-one. The fight turned in Zelena's favor when she cut her son's legs off. She was about to cut off his arm that had Zagreus' stone on but was stopped by Gaea stepping into the fight. Rhea, Zagreus' giantess best friend, ran towards him. Before she had reached him in time as Zelena was able to break away from fighting her sister and charge after her son. The battle ended with her cutting off his head. As everyone stood in shock, Zelena left his her son's head. From ages 13 to 16 Zagreus was in a comatose state with his family fighting for his parts. During the years Zelena had gotten her hands on his torso and scared it. By 16 The rebellion was able to get his head back with the help of his twin sisters. Who betrayed their mother. Now back together the war continued until Zagreus and Zelena met once again. But this time Zagreus won the fight by cutting his mother in half. Unlike him, Zagreus watched as his mother crystallized in front of him. With Zelena's death, the rebellion was over and it was up to the remaining siblings to figure out the new order. With the twins being too young for the throne and the people denying any possible men on the throne. Zagreus was placed due to his hermaphrodism.

From 17-19, Zagreus was in an arranged marriage with the Rouge Lilites Prince Rayne Lilithsson, to keep up the tradition. However, behind the side, Zagreus had started an affair with Rhea. When his 20th birthday was approaching, Zagreus announced his divorce from Rayne and that he would take Rhea as his wife. During all of this Zagreus and his father's relationship become strained, the affair pushes them over the edge and the two only speak with his father visit the surface.

At 20-25, Zagreus is called many titles, Queen-killer, the he-Queen, unfaithful, and more. But he tries not to let his get to him. To achieve this Zagreus pushes to hide his emotions to the point he doesn't move his face to anything. The only ones who see him emote are Rhea and his family.

[ye-olde-rd]

A discord I’m in has a space au thing and here’s my space kinsona, Ahuhuhu and their complete/fused form, Eclipse, who was a space tyrant and took over several planets before being separated into lunar and solar

[reilliane]

Moonlit Event ✤ 500 ✤ CLOSED

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍...

Scries/Requests: 18

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠?

✤ — Lunar - Angst

✤ — Solar - Fluff

✤ — Ecliptic - Angst & Fluff

✤ — Umbra - Romantic

✤ — Scintilla - Platonic

➸ EX: Solar Umbra (Fluff and Romance)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟...

➸ Aether, Albedo, Bennett, Childe, Chongyun, Dainslief, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli

➸Alatus (Beta!Xiao), Zeta (Subject Two/Primordial Albedo), Zephyrus (Nameless Bard)

➸ EX: "Lunar Umbra with Aether" ✤ Romantic Angst with Aether, but you leave the plot/idea to me :'))

Optional Moonlit Prompts ✤ 𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴𝚂

✤ — Aquila - "Why did you lie to me?"

✤ — Auriga - "You regret what?"

✤ — Cygnus - "You're supposed to be dead."

✤ — Lyra - "Don't you dare leave."

✤ — Ursa - "I'll be there."

➸ EX: "Ecliptic Umbra + Auriga with Albedo" ✤ Romantic Angst/Fluff with Albedo, with a plot that centralizes with the prompt "You regret what?" :'))

Optional Moonlit Prompts ✤ 𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚂

✤ — Andromeda - A saving grace appears in the middle of a battle

✤ — Australis - The righteous pities the wronged

✤ — Borealis - Waiting for the inevitable time when paths will diverge

✤ — Corvus - The kind becomes prey

✤ — Horologium - The secret must be known before time runs out

➸ EX: "Solar Scintilla + Corvus with Thoma" ✤ Platonic Fluff with Thoma, with a plot that centralizes with the prompt "The kind becomes prey" :'))

𝙾𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝚂

➸ By default, the universe will be set at Genshin itself. If you want the scenario/ficlet to be set in a different one, choose below from the list I'm comfortable writing with:

✤ — Modern AU

✤ — Astrolabe AU

✤ — Soulmate AU

✤ — Alter Egos AU

✤ — SAGAU (Cult AU)

✤ — SAGAU (Self Aware AU)

✤ — Violet AU (Geisha!MC)

✤ — Tyranny AU (Tyrant!MC)

✤ — Mischief AU (Xiao/Alatus Exclusive)

✤ — Absconder AU (Khaenri'ahn Royal!MC)

✤ — 4NEMO AU + Zephyrus (Linked to the Blooming Series)

➸ EX (Without Prompts): "Lunar Scintilla with Kazuha + Modern AU" ➸ EX (With Dialogue Prompt): "Solar Umbra + Cygnus with Zephyrus + 4NEMO AU" ➸ EX (With Scene Prompt): "Ecliptic Umbra + Horologium with Zhongli + Tyranny AU" ➸ EX (With Scene & Dialogue Prompt): "Ecliptic Umbra + Cygnus + Horologium with Zhongli + Tyranny AU" ➸ EX (Reader's Plot): "Lunar Umbra + (Reader's/Requester's Plot)

RULES:

- Direct 'em all in me lil' ask box, dearies!

- Maximum of 2 characters for a prompt.

- It is not required to have a prompt in your request. If you want a plot of your own, simply refer to the example above (^). Of course, you can add which AU it will be too.

- Requests will be noted for a week, starting on 1/21 and ending on 1/28 before the event will be closed. I will do my best to get them all done within the given time period, but requests after 1/28 will no longer be entertained.

𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐘?

[shellyseashell]

MEET ME AT MIDNIGHT

A rough draft of the first chapter of my Cinder Wasn’t Killed as a Child AU because I was hoping this would give me ideas but my brain is still empty. Help?

SELENE WASN’T FOND of the trials — if you could call them that. The punishment was always death, even when the issue could be resolved through jail time or community service. It was something — among a lot of other things — that she intended to change when she became queen in a few short months.

The throne room wasn’t her favorite room either, with one wall practically gone and opening onto a balcony with no railing, so victims could be dropped into Artemisia Lake below. Selene sometimes wondered how many bodies she would find if she drained the lake. The aristocracy sat in rows behind her, Levana, and Winter. They looked like a ridiculous rainbow with their crazy fashions, from feathered hats to huge gowns. Selene wondered how many were glamour.

The only ones she knew for sure were not using their glamour, aside from the guards and the man on trial, were her and Winter. Princess Winter, Selene’s adopted cousin, had stopped using her gift after she unknowingly aided a servant's suffering — at least, that’s how she saw it. Levana, Selene’s aunt and Winter’s step mother, had carved three lines into her face so she’d have something to hide, but that had not stopped her. She wore the scars proudly, even as she suffered from Lunar Sickness.

Selene has learned over the years that her gift did more harm than good, and so did her family. Knowing the importance of being queen and how much change she could make, she used her gift often enough to not have Lunar Sickness. It certainly wasn’t enough to earn Levana’s approval, but Selene didn’t much care.

“Sneaking into a classified building . . . finding the Lunar shells,” Head Thaumaturge Sybil Mira listed off the crimes of the trembling man cowering in the middle of the room. “Your Highnesses, what do you think twice proper punishment shall be?”

Sybil was, of course, addressing Levana and Selene only. Winter was allowed to these meetings for the pure aesthetic and image of having a royal family, but she was not allowed to be included in anything.

Selene glanced at Levana, already knowing what she was going to say. She had that look she always did. Her glamoured auburn hair and pale skin seemed her sparkle, her eyes gleamed, and her lips were curled into a cruel smile.

“I suggest,” she said slowly, as anything she said would be a surprise, “that we kill him by his own hand.”

The man whimpered.

While the choice was ultimately up to Levana, Selene would have a heavy contribution, so she said, “We don’t need to kill him. I would just fine him, but if you would prefer a stronger punishment . . . send him to jail.”

“He would be living with the knowledge of classified secrets.”

“But he can’t escape jail, so the secret wouldn’t get out. We don’t need to kill everyone for something so small.”

Levana held her gaze, and Selene could practically feel the disapproval roll off her in waves. Levana had intended to raise her to be the perfect queen, the queen she thought Luna needed. It was not going to happen. Selene was not going to be a cruel tyrant.

Levana turned back to Sybil. “Kill him.”

Selene looked away as the man was forced to kill himself, only looking up the body had been tossed into the lake. Two servants were already scrubbing away at the blood.

From the other side of Selene, Winter whimpered and ducked her head behind her dark hair.

“Is something wrong, Your Highness?” asked Sybil.

“The walls are bleeding,” Winter whispered. “We are drowning in blood.”

The court burst into laughter, and Selene jumped up in a rage. “Don’t laugh at her! Lunar Sickness is serious, and being laughed at doesn’t help! Just because she doesn’t use her gift doesn’t mean she’s less than you! She is still your princess, she still deserves respect. And you know what? She braver than all of you for refusing to manipulate others, because she sees the problems of this court, and she refuses ro be a part of them. So all of you, shut up!”

“Selene! Do not speak to people like that,” Levana scolded.

“I’ll do whatever the hell I want, I’m going to be queen, so I have more authority than you.” Selene grabbed Winter’s arm and dragged her into the hall.

Jacin and Iko, Winter and Selene’s respective guards, followed after them. Selene guided Winter, who was taking abnormally large steps and dragging her feet, down the hall, away from the throne room. Once out of hearing range of the doors, Selene spun on her cousin and held her shoulders.

“Winter. Hey look at me. It’s in your head. You understand that? None of that is real. You’re not drowning, I’m not drowning, and neither are Jacin or Iko. Understand? Just breath.”

Winter inhaled shakily and wrapped Selene in a hug. Selene hugged back, rubbing her hand up and down Winter’s back. When it came to her hallucinations, the best thing to do was comfort her, let her know it wasn’t real. Winter knew they weren’t real, of course, but she said they were so convincing that she forgot sometimes.

“Princess Selene!” a voice called out. Selene turned. Outside the door stood Sybil Mira. Her dark hair shone in the hall light, and her heart brown skin contrasted with her embroidered white uniform, showing that she was the head Thaumaturge.

Selene released her hold on Winter, who seemed to have calmed down. “Yes?”

“Princess Regent Levana would like to speak with you in the solarium.”

Selene was pretty sure she knew what this meeting was about. Her outburst in the throne room was not how a queen should act, despite the fact that Levana did the same — for other reasons, of course. Selene squared her shoulders. “I’ll be right there.”

Sybil nodded, bowed, and turned, walking away.

Selene turned to Jacin, a young guard and childhood friend of her and Winter. His blond hair was tied back in a low ponytail, and he stood taller than both her and Winter. “Take her to her rooms. Make sure she’s okay.” She hated talking to her friends like they were less than her, but when they were on duty, it was the way it had to go.

Jacin nodded and saluted her, holding one fist up to his chest, over his heart.

Selene headed in the same direction of the solarium, a large, round room with windows for walls. It overlooked the lake, and it acted as a second throne room, only for smaller meetings — or private talks.

Iko, a girl with light brown skin and braided blue hair, followed behind her.

The ride up the elevator was silent, and Selene knew Iko was itching to ask her questions. Before Selene could encourage her to speak, the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

Selene stepped into the solarium. As usual, light shined through the windows, bathing the room in different shadows from the various guards and Thaumaturges lining the walls. Levana sat on the small throne raised on a dias on the wall opposite the elevator.

Levana nodded, acknowledging Selene, then waved her hand in the air. “Everyone else, out. Yes, the guards too.”

It was almost comical, watching the guards and Thaumaturges pile into the elevator. Selene almost laughed, but nerves were quickly overpowering. It was never good when Levana requested your presence alone — completely alone.

Selene brushed nonexistent dirt off her gray dress and approached Levana, stopping halfway through the room. “You requested my presence?”

Levana stood and paced to one of the many windows. “Yes. We need to speak about your behavior in the throne room.”

“What about it?” Selene asked. “I was standing up for Winter, as I should.”

Levana turned. “No, you should let her suffer. It was her choice to not use her gift.”

“Just because Winter sees the corruption of the court doesn’t mean she should be laughed at!”

“The court is not corrupt!” Levana snapped. “I am doing what is best for our people.”

“Right. Because locking innocent people in cages to use their blood for a biological war Earth has no idea we’re waging isn’t corrupt.”

“They killed my parents — your grandparents.”

Selene snorted. “One person. You can’t judge a majority because of a minority.”

Levana sniffed. “Clearly, I haven’t taught you enough.”

“Oh, no, you’ve taught me everything. I’ve learned enough to know what needs to be fixed — to have a whole list. Do you want to hear it? I’ll be queen in three months — might as well hear how much of your hard work will be scrapped.”

Levana snarled and stepped off the dias. Selene didn’t falter, even as Levana got so close she had to crane her neck to see her. She would not give her the satisfaction of breaking. “Everything,” Levana snarled, “I have done has been for the good of my people.”

“You mean our people — and soon, my people. Because believe me — once I’m queen, you will have no power at all.”

Levana smiled as if Selene had just told a funny joke and returned to the dias. “You’ll see soon enough, that you might not have all the power you want. Now, for the real reason I called you here.”

Selene growled. Of course, Levana had riled her up only to tell her that wasn’t what she wanted.

“We’re going to Earth.”

Selene blinked. She knew Levana had been reaching for alliances with the EU — none of which had been successful so far — but they had never been to Earth. They’d always sent Thaumaturges or held meetings online.

“Why?”

“Prince Kaito of the Eastern Commonwealth,” Levana said as if that answered all her questions. “He has just turned eighteen, and is the perfect age for a marriage alliance.”

Selene groaned. She had nothing against Eartherns, but marrying one — royalty or no — would be useless. Kaito would be crowned as king consort and would have virtually no power. She’d rather marry Thaumaturge Park just for the sake of someone having power.

“We’re going to the Eastern Commonwealth to negotiate a marriage alliance between me and Prince Kai?” Selene asked, not bothering to bring up the fact that he’d be a useless king. She could always annul the marriage if needed.

“That is exactly what we’re doing.”

But from her smile, Selene got the feeling Levana had other plans.

[princeescaluswords]

Anons all but admitting they prefer these non canonical "Hale Pack" AUs where Derek or Peter is the unquestionable leader nobody dares argue with cuz they'll flash their red eyes, growl and make them submit but it's okay because "hale pack feels uwu" as long as there's a powerful white man running things. They loved when Derek howled to control Isaac and went "cuz I'm the Alpha" smugly but it's a problem when Scott does it 🤔🤔🤔🤔 blatant racism lol but it always has been 🤷🏽‍♂️

It would be hilarious if it wasn’t clear evidence of a deep underlying pathology in the fandom.  

If you’re a good-looking white man with power and a sad backstory, you can do anything you want for any reason you want.   But if you’re not a white person but have power, you have to be very careful not to overstep your bounds.

Think about this – these people will argue that Peter has the right to murder his own niece, murder his nurse because she was inconvenient, murder a janitor because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and murder Adrian Harris for talking to a woman in a bar, because he has power and a grievance, but if Scott, as alpha, exercises the right to tell Stiles to go talk to his dad because he killed someone and hid it, it marks him as a tyrant on the level of Il Duce.  

Think about this – these people will argue that if Derek breaks into Scott’s room, throws him up against the wall and threatens to kill him, if Derek withholds the knowledge of the existence of the alpha, if Derek betrays Scott on two separate occasions, if Derek steps on Scott’s neck as a show of force it’s only because Derek was doing it for ‘Scott’s own good,’ but if Scott saves Allison’s (and Isaac’s and Chris’s and Derek’s) life by holding Derek by the neck and forcing him to bite Gerard, it’s not for anyone’s good but the height of depravity.  

We can list these double standards forever and ever, but the cause behind these double standards is an animus against anyone whose skin isn’t white from holding power.  Scott has been portrayed as a colonizer (????), a white savior (????), a missionary (????) and Anakin Skywalker, because he saves people by doing what he thinks is right, because he makes decisions for himself and for the people who willingly follow him.  (How many times did Scott tell Stiles or Malia ‘we’re not killing anyone?’ More than once.)

I stirred up a firestorm last week by implying that Scott has some authority, as alpha, over members of his pack.  This was not well received.  The Army of Angry Anons filled my inbox with invective.  They even went so far as to quote an interview with Tyler Posey (though they neglected to give a link).  My friends, if they want to start quoting Tyler Posey as a definitive source for proper interpretation of Teen Wolf, they’re in trouble. 

(They’ll say anything except the truth.)

You see, I don’t know all the interviews with Jeff Davis or Tyler Posey or Dylan O’Brien or any actor or writer from the show.  I don’t.  What I rely on is what was actually shown to me on the screen.   And on the screen, Stiles is in Scott’s pack, Lydia is in Scott’s pack,  Derek is in Scott’s pack, etc.   

I mean, there’s scene after scene that clearly indicates that these people are in Scott’s pack, of which Scott is the alpha who bears the responsibility of the pack.   There’s Derek’s line in Venomous (2x05), Scott’s statement in Lunar Ellipse (3x12), Stiles’ submission in Damnatio Memoriae (5x12), and last but not least the final scene of the damn show, quoted here for your enlightenment:

ALEC: Are they all… Uh, different? 

SCOTT: Some of them are. Some can do things you’d never believe. And the others might only be human, but they make up for it by being really smart or really good in a fight. 

ALEC: Who are they? 

SCOTT: My friends. My pack. And you can be with us if you want.

And the people there are Derek, Stiles, Lydia, Malia, Scott, and Liam.   That’s Scott’s pack.  It’s the last thing we see, the last thing we’re supposed to take from the show.   It’s right there in front of your eyes.

[sleepyfan-blog]

Understanding

A/N This is the third part of Outcome: Lunar Eclipse. I hope that you enjoy the fic~ first. second. silliness.

fandom: dreamswap by onebizarrekai

characters: DS Dream, DS Ink, DS Cross, DS Error, DS Nightmare

warnings: cursing, death mention

word count: 2,082

tagslist: @anxiety-is-married-to-depression @angelofthehalfmoon @trainwreck-of-skeletons @hisame-amadashi​ @therandomskelekey @capisnotonfire

Waning Crescent had frozen up for a couple of moments when one of his long term agents had reported in, having appeared from the Outerswap that they had infiltrated - there was suspected inter-AU criminal dealings that took place within that timeline - with either the tacit compliance via bribery or the royal guard there, or because some of the higher level criminals had gained political influence somehow. "Report, Timan." He also knew that they like to frequent Outer based AUs due to the beauty of the AUs and the fact that there was a lot of space to hide in.

"Full, Half, and New Moon are currently in Outerswap 209786, sir. They have been at Grillbys' for over an hour, and Half Moon has just left to get them a room for the night. All three of them seem to be in various stages of inebriation, sir. At least Full and Half Moon are, sir." Timan reported, their whiskers twitching a little as they spoke.

Waning Crescent nodded and responded "Return to your post, I will investigate further. Do not attempt to capture them, I will be… Observing them. They are highly dangerous when provoked." And he wasn't going to put Comet at risk - especially with that new power of New Moon's… As far as he knew, it could heal… But could it also harm? He had no idea.

"Yes, sir." The rabbit monster responded with a respectful nod, teleporting off after a moment. 

~

Waning Crescent struggled a little bit as he tried to figure out whether or not he should say a quick goodbye to Comet before he left to observe Full, Half and New Moon... But more than one person on a spying mission was dangerous - and while his beloved might want to go with him and the idea of the other being in such danger made his soul freeze in his chest. Instead, he left a note on his desk - as he knew that Comet would go through his desk if the other came to his office and he wasn't in it. Hopefully, he'd be back before Comet went looking for him - as the other would be... Less than happy if he found out that he was doing this without solid back up in place. But there were agents in the timeline, in case things did start to go wrong who he knew would step in to aid him if necessary.

He closed his eyes for a moment as he visualized the outerswap that he wished to go to - creating portals, rather than taking one of JR's cars, as they were highly recognizable. He had changed his clothes - having donned on clothing that matched those who lived in the timeline, along with a cape that was one of the newer fashions - as the cape hid his wings. He was also wearing a hat, to help disguise his face. The dark greys and blues of his outfit weren't to his taste, but as Waning Crescent was going undercover briefly, that was the point.

He sat down at the table next to where F-Angel, H-Raven and New Moon were sitting - at an outside table in one of the busiest taquerias in the timeline, having gone in and ordered a drink and carried it out so that he wouldn't be spoken with by the staff and potentially attract attention from the three who he was observing.

"-and I also made sure to order those chocolate-filled cookies that you love so much, Angel. I know that you've been really wound up ever since we had an encounter with the feathered bastard... And for good reason. You know that you can talk to us about anything, right?" New Moon murmured soothingly, gently holding one of Angel's (since when had his name changed? But Waning Crescent couldn't seem to remember Angel's name being anything else - though it was on the edge of his mind... It was something to think about later. He had some reconnaissance to do) hands in both of his own, kissing the knuckles on the hand New Moon was holding.

"I... I know - and I want to tell you guys! It's just..." Angel sounded close to tears, and his aura was miserable, frightened and uncertain.

Raven (who also used to have a different name, though what it was, Waning Crescent couldn't remember for the life of him) leaned into Angel a little, almost but not quite touching the other, as he murmured quietly "We both love you very much. If you're not ready to tell us, that's fine. We'll wait until you are." Raven's aura was worried and full of care.

"No. I'm going to tell you right here, right now. I’ve been trying to psych myself up for this since… Since you resurrected me, and if I don’t tell you soon, I… I fear that I never will and it could really catch you off guard and I don’t want that to happen.” Angel muttered, a bit of a growl in his voice, as determination filled his aura, displacing some of the distress and fear. “This place is busy and the timeline is neutral… So we should be alright. I mean, we would have been harassed by the flying chicken or his minions by now, right?”

Raven and New Moon both nodded, small smiles appearing on their faces. Both of their auras were filled with curiosity - but only Raven’s was also filled with concern. Raven spoke up quietly “You’re right, of course. It’s not like him to be cautious. Not when he’s full of righteous fury and a legion of brainwashed minions at his command.” 

New Moon nodded and hummed a little in agreement, adding after a moment “Which is fucking always by the way. It’s stars-damned annoying. But let’s ignore him for the moment and focus on you and what it is that you’d like to tell us, Angel.”

The monochromatic skeleton - who still had a scar on his face, but both of his eye lights were white, and the scar on his face was dark, rather than red - fidgeted with his hands for a moment “You… You said that after Swan gave you their soul, you used… You were able to use Overwrite in order to bring me back, right?”

“Yes, that’s what happened.” New Moon acknowledged with a nod, and for the briefest moment, Waning Crescent thought that he could see and feel irritated impatience in the other’s aura, but it passed so swiftly that he couldn’t say for sure if that was true.

“So… The Gaster of my timeline originally had Overwrite - and he used it to fuck with all of us. He modified us, the story that our timeline supposedly had - over and over again. I don’t know how long he did it. Eventually Swan and… And the other determined human tried to rebel against him and he punished them for it. He twisted the royal family of that timeline into forgetting them entirely - and more than that, he made sure that they would be unfriendly, and wouldn’t allow the two of them to become family with them. That bastard twisted all of them and I… Chara was able to get me to remember the shattered previous timelines and the two of us together tried to kill the bastard and take Overwrite from him - to change the timeline back to what it once was…” Angel explained, a haunted expression appearing on his face. He stopped talking for a couple of moments, taking several deep gulps from his cup.

Raven’s aura filled with horror and concern - and the normally touch-shy skeleton actually wrapped his arms around Angel and hugged him in tight “I… That’s awful… I’m so sorry to hear that you’ve been through something so shitty.”

New Moon’s aura was filled with curiosity - and a deep confusion - but… New Moon wasn’t horrified, nor was he upset by what the other was saying. He gently patted one of Angel’s shoulders “That… That’s seriously fucked up. I’m sorry you had to go through something like that… So… Overwrite changes people?”

“Not just people. He warped our entire timeline over and over again. We lost all of our colors we originally had … Hell, the only color that remained in our timeline were the pale gold and purple flowers… And the tears or blood that someone spilled… I just… I tried to take Overwrite from him and… And the timeline collapsed entirely. We hadn’t known that the timeline would collapse like that. We thought that if we took it from him, that we - we meaning Swan and me - we could restore our timeline… Something or someone who has been Overwritten? That change stays. Even if the determined human or humans of that timeline resets. It’s permanent, unless the person wielding Overwrite decides to change it of their own free will.” Angel explained quietly “I know that because Swan and the other human tried to Reset after they realized what he was doing - and it didn’t do a damn thing to restore the timeline back to what it once was… He just realized that they had Reset, which allowed him to do more sadistic fucking experiments.”

“I… Holy fuck that… That’s…” New Moon seemed to be struggling with what to say. The other guardian’s aura was filled with fascination and intense curiosity - but not a single iota of worry or distress for his clearly distraught companion. He was making a carefully sympathetic and uneasy face, though. “Hey… I’m not going to go fucking around with timelines no some sadistic whim, alright? The only reason why I used it was ‘cause I couldn’t stand you not being with me.”

Angel let out a strangled sob as he clung tightly to New Moon, sobbing quietly “Th-Thank you! Than-Thank you so much! I… I didn’t think that you w-would become a power-mad tyrant… It’s just that… A-All of this ha-has brought up a l-lot of really b-bad memories…”

Raven leans into both of his companions, surprisingly enough hugging the both of them, despite the other’s touch-aversion. “We’re both here for you, Angel. Both of us love you dearly.” With that Raven pressed a gentle kiss to one of Angel’s cheeks, a hand coming up to gently brush away the tears that were streaming down Angel’s face.

Waning Crescent glanced away from that little display of affection - especially as New Moon gave Angel another cheek kiss as well. The difference in New Moon’s aura to the other two’s was concerning… And the fact that the other guardian had such a potentially devastating power was… Truly terrifying. He had only begun to contemplate what it might mean before he stopped himself. He didn’t want to work himself into a state and potentially reveal himself as an eavesdropper on the trio to… At the very least to New Moon himself.  He had hoped to gain some information - but he hadn’t expected to gain quite that much. 

Waning Crescent stood up on slightly shaky legs, intending to get out of their potential line of sight - but given how wrapped up in one another the three of them were, the positive guardian doubted that they would notice if he opened a portal. Nevertheless, given the information that he’d been given… He’d need to call in the department heads - as well as ensure that the heads of the regional officers outside of this timeline were warned of just how incredibly fucking dangerous New Moon and his little group had become. He’d need to label them as do not interact at the very least… But how to deal with those who were overzealous and perhaps would wish to impress him by going after such a dangerous set of criminals? Because they could be… Waning Crescent didn’t even want to think about what New Moon could do to them… More than a simple death but far, far worse.

He managed to stumble away from the taqueria and the three of them, ducking behind a house so he was out of their line of sight. It took him a couple of tries to muster up the concentration to open a portal home and stumbled into - not his office, but his bedroom, staggering directly into bed, falling face down onto it and muffled his horrified screams with a pillow, making sure to first activate the sound-proofing spells so that no one would come running to find out why someone was screaming. Waning Crescent only stopped screaming when he passed out, hours and hours later.

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Okay, i finally got around to these refs for the RE AU Eclipses!

In order: RE Eclipse (damaged), RE Eclipse (fixed), Backup, Nova, Dusk

I also drew their whole base since i needed to do two sets of clothing. Base underneath. It has nothing bad on it. I also did it to practice. This is only the second time i've ever drawn their base-

[eerna]

Could you summarize everything you have planned for the Cyborg Duchess AU so far?

Oboi. For more details go into the #cyborg duchess au tag on my blog, but here’s the basic chronological stuff.

First off: everyone sings. 

It’s set some time earlier in the TLC universe, during the period when traffic between Luna and Earth was allowed. Lunars display an unfair advantage over Earth people, Channary is queen and spreading uncomfortable conqueror vibes, even though her people suffer under her totalitarian regime. 

Earthen Union (EU) decides to put a stop to it and sends a regime of shells and androids to kill Channary and her eight-year-old daughter, putting an end to the Blackburn bloodline legend. Levana is compliant, not respected among Lunars, and can’t have children, so they leave her alive and she helps them turn Luna into a colony again in exchange for letting her live there.

Ten years pass. Luna is under an Earthen governor, prompting a mass exodus of Lunars to Earth, which makes no one happy. Not a lot got fixed after the fall of Artemisia. In New Beijing, the emperor dies from letumosis, leaving the tortured, messy country in the hands of his young son. At the same time a girl named Linh Peony dies for the same reason.

There are rumors circulating on the streets that Selene survived and her aunt is offering a generous reward to one who finds her and delivers her to Artemisia. Thorne, an American conman, and Iko, an android who used to serve at the Earthen embassy on Luna, decide to get in on it. They would find a Lunar girl similar to the princess and teach her based on Iko’s data collected during her time at the Lunar court. 

Right when they begin to lose hope, Linh Cinder bursts through their doors, learning of the rumors that Thorne can get her a new ID chip that will allow her to escape the city. She got into a fight with her stepmother, broke something in her spine and triggered powers she’d never dreamed of. Also, she looks quite similar to the late queen. Iko and Thorne offer her a deal we all know and love. 

You see, Cinder has no recollection of the time before 10 years ago. They told her she was in an accident that killed her family and left her a cyborg, but what of the strange memories brought on by the waking of power in her veins? Her little sister was the only one she’d ever loved, and she is desperate to be accepted again. Maybe her mother was a tyrant, but her aunt obviously was different, which means she must be the one she remembers so warmly. She takes the deal.

What she doesn’t know, though, is that the rumours are incomplete. During the recent years, a network of old Lunar nobles led by Levana organized themselves into a rebellion group seeking to reestablish the Blackburn royal line. For that, they need Selene back to be put on the throne. With the help of her right hand woman Sybil, Levana pretends to go along with their plans, but only so that she can kill Selene once she finds her, since she finds herself to be a much more fitting ruler than a child who spent more than half her life outside Artemisia.

And she isn’t the only one on Cinder’s trail- news of a Lunar cyborg reached Emperor Kaito’s ears, connected to the rumors of a Lunar monarchy sympathizers. In them he recognizes the sweet mechanic he has a soft spot for, and he is quite shocked at the revelation. Nevertheless, pressured by the EU, he needs to chase her down for a hopefully fair hearing. Hopefully.

Meanwhile the trio sets for LA avoiding numerous attempts at arrest, where Thorne has a stashed spaceship he’d once stolen. They bond and Iko and Thorne’s combined whirlwind of friendship and adoration totally wins Cinder over. By the time they reach Luna and get their new looks from Winter, a seamstress and Iko’s old friend, she is pretty sad to be leaving them behind once she finds her aunt.

That is, until she meets her aunt, has a “beautiful” (read: basic politeness mistaken for love by a girl who’d never had a mother) bonding moment..... and finds out about the money. Oh oops. She is pretty mad to have been lied to, and excommunicates them both, convincing herself having her loving family back is all that matters.

Iko and Thorne are bummed and pissed off at themselves. Until Cress, Sybil’s sidekick, tells them what really awaits Cinder. 

Friendship saves the day!!!! Cinder realizes maybe loving someone and being a bad person aren’t mutually exclusive, and decides to give up on her identity as Selene to pursue a new life with the good people who love her. The end.

[selenite-self-shipping]

Rejected Selfship Ship Names

Round brackets is the reason why the ship name was discarded. If no reason is beside it, the only reason it was discarded was because I preferred the name I eventually decided on. All AUs have been dropped because I don’t have the energy to create AU content right now. (Maybe one day, but not now.)

Will

Spiders on the Moon (too silly)

Moon Spiders (too silly)

Web of Love (too cheesy)

Love and Lies (too angsty, and sounds like a cheesy, over dramatic book also)

Moon in Mirror [AU] (too similar to Lunar’s ship name)

Colress

NocturnalScienceShipping (sounds a bit weird)

Lunar

Two Moons

Double Moon

Moon in Darkness [AU]

Magnus

Supernova

Tyrants of Helisum [AU]

Peking Duck

Nocturnal Ducks (too silly)

The Duck Parents (too silly)

Seaweed Soup

Moon in Water (I really like this one but it has the same name as a Love Nikki suit, it’s also too similiar to Lunar’s ship name)

[taekwonduh]

→ untitled vampire!au

Tags: Namjoon, angst, olden day au, PG

“You swore to father you would protect me, yet here we are, halfway ‘cross the damned country as you deliver me to the Capital that got him killed in the first place.”

“Well if you ask me-”

“-Better to someone we know than to a creepy old Lord on the other end of River Maisely.”

“There you go.”

Namjoon was a man that could not be out-talked, thus the headache that was slowly beginning to throb in crescendo at the back of your head while you tried to reason with him was warranted and expected. Or perhaps it was just the heatwave kicking in as your entourage of horses, carriages, carts and footmen pursue your third day of journey through the Drylands, an expanse of abandoned land that laid between the Capital and the rest of the nation. 

Sparse of words, you had made sure to announce your defeated frustration with a huff from your cracked lips, and your body angled away from the stiff authority that sat straight-spined, leveled-chin, fists-to-knees, opposite of you, the authority that you called brother. Namjoon made no comment of your otherwise characteristically petty response, one which you have unfailingly, for the past seventeen years of life, delivered when you yet again lose an argument to the boy that was your senior in every aspect you could think of. 

Determined to navigate away from the dreadful topic and even more dreadful destination that loomed ahead of your party, you had raised a tentative yet curious hand to the thick velvet drapes that hung protectively over the carriage windows, drawn shut for the entirety of your occupation in the suffocating, claustrophobia-inducing wooden box on wheels. 

The moment your fingertips had come into contact with the smooth, furry fabric, your brother’s voice had sounded, knowing and warning, “Don’t.” To this you were normally obedient of, particularly during the fragile months following the loss of a parent and a half, but call it the stormy adolescence of a flowering vampiric beauty, your brother’s warning went unheeded, and the drapes were drawn. 

There had been no deafening shriek, your skin did not burn, neither of you turned to ash. There was only gentle warmth upon cold, snow-like skin, a mild-temperatured breeze (much cooler than the stuffiness within) drifting past the small cut-out from which you were currently looking out. 

“That’s enough now, they are our men but the scent of a Pureblood tempts all men the same, especially when they are worn from travel.”

You had allowed for your arm to drop, and the drapes swung back into place. You turned back to look at him. “So let them rest. Dusk is upon us, they’ve been on the move for days.”

“We cannot afford to stop now. We are in the Drylands, we will not be able to fend off an attack by savages in their own territory. We will keep moving until we’ve reached Capital outskirts, then I will let them rest for two moons.”

It was a tendency of all younger sisters to retort their brothers, but you knew well enough that Namjoon was right. The Drylands was twice the size of the Capital, home only to creatures who have spent decades building skills and tolerance against the harsh elements of this desert. Nobles from all corners foreign to the territory would stand no chance if left unprepared.

Of the many unspeakable species that call the Drylands their home, Rabids were the most notorious. Far lower than the sinful product of a Pureblood Vampire and Human, Rabids were the final destination once Halfbloods completed their inevitable degradation, and they would suck the life out of anything remotely living, be it animal, man, or the Vampire they once were. The carcasses, completely dry of blood, left scattered throughout the plains was how the territory earned its’ name. 

Void of sanity and moral, Rabids were those who had fallen out of Vampiric rank, pests of the Council and predators of those who could not afford to build hundred-foot walls on the perimeters of their homes. The primary source of unrest and terror to the people, torching Rabids were the only way to properly exterminating them, so the Council had set fire to the area housing the highest concentration of Rabid-incited killings, thus the Drylands have and will continue to expand as the centuries go by.

“I still cannot believe you are sending me away.”

“The prince is shallow, simple-minded, predictable, and therefore controllable. It is much safer for you there than in the castle of some foreign Lord you have never even met. The prince you have at least seen before!”

“Yes, once.” Upon noticing the attitude that began to slip under your tone, the man diagonal to you had angled his chin down, and cat-like, amber eyes up in intolerance, as well as palpable condescension with just expression alone. But you forthrightly pushed forward with your argument, for you knew there was nothing else you could do but pitifully protest once a man like your brother had finalized his calculations. He was always more like father than you were. “Do you not remember what happened the last time we visited the Lunar Palace? He quite nearly executed a handmaiden for accidentally stepping on my dress- on his own inaugural!”

“Alright.” Along with the release of a breath that he might have been holding from the time you departed from your castle six days ago, Namjoon had broken out of his stiff posture, back hunching and shoulders deflating, arms folded loosely across his broad chest. “His decisions are not always the wisest or most merciful, but one thing is for sure and that is he will be the last person to ever hurt you.”

“How do you know that?”

“The prince likes pretty things, and rumours of your beauty have spread far beyond the Drylands.”

“Flattery is not going to change my position on this matter, if my position even means anything at all to you. He’s a tyrant, Namjoon, you’re marrying me to a maniac who gets off beheading anyone who dares drop an opinion atop his!”

When your sweet, tangerine hued eyes, bearing dead resemblance to your mother’s was raised to meet his, your brother only shifted his position so that he was now sitting directly across you instead of diagonal, his longer, thicker and sturdier legs meeting your own daintier, but not any less-travelled, ones at the tips of bent knees in the cramped confines of your carriage. In mulled silence, he took your fists, previously clenched agitatedly at your sides, into his broad and warm palms, clasping your ivory-skinned hands tight within his own.

“See? You already know what not to do around him. You are a smart girl, my sister, you will know how to protect yourself in the palace. I have my eyes in there too, I will not allow for any harm to come to you whilst you are there. And… if it comforts you any, at least the prince is young and handsome.”

“I don’t care for any of that.” Your voice had grown soft, inevitable when you were borderline terrified of the events that laid ahead of you once you have arrived at the Capital. “If father were here, he’d never let this happen.”

Your brother’s grasp sharply tightened, startling you enough for him to at least curb his voice into a gentler chide at last minute, all the while remaining darkly firm and reminding of the lack of presence of your valued guiding figure when he spoke his next words: “Well father’s not here.”

You had always strove to avoid bringing your father into any matter since his passing, out of pride that you did not want to be the one dragging your brother on a guilt trip when he was so young when the title as head of the family was thrust upon his shoulders and yet had still managed to wear it like a champion. But just as unprepared as he was in the beginning, you were, after all, a girl who grew up knowing only the warmth of her father’s cloak. 

“… We are the only ones left, we have to look out for each other. I only want the best for you, just as father has.”

“But I will miss you very much.”

In response to your affection, Namjoon had allowed for the first smile since you had left behind the familiar comfort of your home to smooth out the worried creases in his forehead, to even out the pinch between his brows. Now much more tender, more brotherly than leaderly, he said, “You may cry on the first night. But no more after that. Daughters of the South are as strong as sons, you must never forget that.”

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Felt like making little icons. They're for something i'm trying to work on.

Everyone in this order: Eclipse, Nova (recovered), Dusk, Starstrike, Sun, Sunny, Moon, MD! Moon, Lunar

The Blood twins have their own too, but they won't fit here cuz only 10 images allowed from mobile tumblr -.-

The ruffles on Lunar actually come from my old Lunar design. He has them, he just doesn't really wear them.

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I was going to comment on how you've collected one of each version of Eclipse to rehabilitate except the backup-- but then I remembered that DUSK is the backup >u< But we've got two OGs in Eclipse and Nova, the backup in Dusk, and now the sad soggy cat in Ember <3 I love your boys so much.

We got the OG, a Servant, a Backup, and now the Resurrected wet cat, we almost got all of them lol

And thank you!