#zephyr comet

[abiding-by-the-laws-of-color]

Happy Pride Month! Here’s some basically headcanons for specifically ZC protagonists and Archie/Maxie. Saying that bc my headcanons vary throughought AUs but these r my main ones. Small elaborations on tags, but please don’t start discourse or smth bcs I literally do not care lol ZC is very divorced (haha) from what I think is general canon anyways, sooooo

[zephyrcometnuzlocke]

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[iamthecomet]

Tidings From Our Fading Sun (1/7)

I. And I'm Ready to Go

Rating: Explicit Pairing: General Polyghouls Featuring: Prequel to Born Under a Troubled Sign (if you see plot holes/inconsistencies no you don't, I'm working on it). Angst. Hurt/No Comfort. Nothing major happens in this chapter--but this fic doesn't go anywhere fun or nice for anyone. That's your warning. What really happened before Dew's elemental transition. Word Count: 3.5k

Ifrit reconciles with life after Terzo's fall--and makes some damning choices.

Terzo was calling for Omega–who wasn’t even there and Dew was spitting and snarling in the direction of the Abbey goons, mask gone, glamour flickering. Mountain was corralling him back while Aether tried to talk some sense into someone–anyone. And Ifrit?

He froze.

He’ll never forgive himself for it. 

Read it on AO3.

[rrtfs-official-blog]

Well Well Well...

It's been a long long time since I put anything on this blog! Mostly because well, I'd sorta forgotten about it. With no activity to remind me that hey, people wanna see this stuff it kinda fell into the background. That and well, I've been busy lately! And although it's been what? Around five months since I last posted anything here, I oughta give some updates. Because believe me, the series is still being worked on and ongoing! And thank you to @marsmarvel02 who gave me a notification here, maybe I should post the link to this on my other blogs, I just keep forgetting.

Firstly, where have I been? I've been busy. Real life stuff mostly, just little things that eat away at my time. PLUS, well, the series! I've been working on it almost religiously! Writing shorts, proofreading and editing finished ones, coming up with titles, plotlines, fleshing out old characters, and making new ones! Plus working on the general worldbuilding and mechanics as well. All has been going well! With ups and downs as per usual, and short bursts of a million things being done at once and then long periods of little to nothing. But I assure you progress is sure and steady! In the time that I've been missing, about three months, a lot has happened! Three shorts have been finished, and are awaiting proofread and the proper date to go public! Those shorts are "The Engine Under Church Hill.", "The Brakeman.", and last but not least, "Whistles And Thistles."! The two last ones I just mentioned are rather new shorts! devised and written entirely in my absence from this blog, apologies! I've mentioned "The Engine Under Churchill." Before, and it took me a while to get it done, but it's done! And probably the longest short I have! There's also two work in progress shorts that are really on the backburner, and from the looks of it going to be very very long as well! Those I'm working with my co-writer Speedy to finish! He plays at least one character in each, and they're rather main characters to the story so work is slow going simply because we don't always have time to work. Those shorts are "Silver Rails And Second Chances." and "Trans-Con Comet." I've mentioned the first of those here before, the second was started in my absence, so apologies for that! Those two are... Well we're hoping to get "Trans-Con Comet" done this summer, and we might, but we're looking more at fall or winter depending honestly considering little to no work has been done on either short. I blame busy schedules but I do have a few things in the meantime while the bigger heftier shorts are written! I also plan to start a third one in the meantime to keep me writing and so I don't run out of things to post anytime soon! Now some dates that are coming up that I'm going to be posting things. Well, hopefully within the next five days "Whistles And Thistles." will be going public! It will be the tenth short to be finished completely! Now once again I have not posted the link to the series yet, but I'm willing! I just want someone to show genuine interest before I do! And another day to mark is October 2nd of this year! That's when "The Engine Under Churchill." will be public! The first short of the second half of season one! That one will be on a new document in comparison to the previous shorts. That brings me into my next thing. I don't know if I've ever talked about this. But the series is broken up into seasons, or will be anyway. Each season should end up being about twenty shorts long. And it will be split into part 1 and 2, each one containing ten shorts. All the docs will have links to each other so you can finish one part of a season and move onto the next! So be on the lookout for new seasons and parts as time goes on! I'm still going really strong with the series and am in no way looking to abandon or drop it anytime soon! Here's to hoping for many more years of RRTFS! Then comes another thing. I actually did post a short in the time I disappeared. That one being "The Broadway Zephyr." There's a promo image for it and everything! I just... never announced or posted it here! That's going to change though! Hopefully in a few minutes after this post goes up! I should get to that, as it's the second to last short for the first half of season one and it's one I really enjoyed writing. Based partially on real events and then just nonsense. You know how it is sometimes!

[snalz-artt]

mlp oc redraws! i missed these silly guys and wanted to redraw their refs

[glitchgh0sty]

Did somebody say tf pirate ghost Titian?? Did I hear somebody say tf pirate ghost Titian???

Ft: Zephyr and some beans from @innome0 and @fallisl1fe <33 [we all cobbled the big bean together 👏👏]

✨Time for lore <33 [Trumpet noises]✨

[lore- [short story] under cut]

A battle- noise- lights and colors and pain-

She shot through the universe as swift as a comet descending from madness. Crashing in the middle of a desolate sea on a planet unknown. A shutdown was eminent, frame plastered to the ocean floor with the grotesque nature only a bot of this size could maintain. Internals exposed to the wrath of the sea- she could have easily fallen asleep forever, resting in this eternal spot and becoming one with the land. But she was not the land.

And she had someone to get back to-

A lover waits for her across the galaxy- heart vast and arms wide, he needs her help. She could not die here. And she would not die here.

But she could not move- and with energon spilling into lapping waves at a speed only comparable to that of a tragedy set in motion, her eyes drifted closed,, “only for a while” she thought, “wait for me”

A while came- and a while went, and her metal grew rusted and cold,, and as vegetation of the island she formed grew insistent- people began to move in,,

Only a few at first- sea farers and traders looking for rest,, but over time, their numbers grew and grew, -she could feel them building upon her surface,, rickety docks and taverns alike- these people were filled with the joy and life of the ocean.

A joy she could not feel and a life she could not go home to- she looked over her inhabitants with a solemn pride to protect what she could not have,, as her gears rusted and engines decomposed, growing weary to the resilience of the sea it was almost as though her wounds had healed in a way that attached her to the ocean floor- stuck somewhere she could not leave.

That was until a putrid day- when one organic stumbled upon the might her blood held, and with what little she had left- began to mine into it.

Towers loomed and pumps whirred and Energon spilled anew- this might’ve been the end for her-

But she had someone to get back to.

So she bode her time and held her piece till she began to heal around her instruments of agony and orchestrated- a minor destruction, at best,,

The oil rigs lulled and the metal bent and cracked- she could move it still- vents heaved and heat rose as she generated a fog that would scare even the most talented sea fairer into sorrow and she snapped- metal lunged from the Earth as half rusted transformations pierced those who inhabited her— cages swung and people screamed- rocks and boulders manifested in the deep blue at points no one had seen before and ships stopped coming back.

She was haunted.

No longer would those to whom she did not owe anything reap her of her blood- no longer would they take her chance- or life

The life she still had- guarded deep, safe and sound- as she lay

Trapped against the ocean floor.

[definegodliness]

Lea

18+

Lea in the sun,

Glowing, As the focal point Of that closest star, Or maybe made To quantum shimmer, Observed by my Mesmerized eyes. A smile Sparkles Invitation. And the sun, that last witness, Turns bashful, sinking; Allowing our seclusion, So that the vows of allurement Breathe back life into the night sky, And all its candles; tiny dancers; fireflies, Crystallize The light of cosmic Expectation.

Lea in my bed,

Liquid velvet, wet. Wondering What to do with her live wire hands, Waving over the raging seas, Slowly solidifying; tightening, Until, an unsuspected squirting. And my mouthful. And my face, dripping. Rises, the retaliating mountain, From under porcelain pedestals, Going limp; Numb, and unattached From its sculpture, shaking; Chasing halted breaths, escaping in Giggling. As of yet, still unaware, or Accepting the consequence: Heels to shoulders. The mountain topples, Furious, And the cliff-side crumbles In my rigid earth's violence; Plunging A comet's impact; The eyes-wide shock That travels subterranean At the gasp of time's standstill Before an all-too-sensitive squirming As heaven pinball-tilts, chasing after Scrambled constellations; Jolting stars. Control Is her hands Clasping my fever In the vice of her atoms, reassembling. And her flicks and licks, animalistic, Rinse all that she made drip and glisten. Warm slugs. Vanilla cola. Inescapable. Until she latches On to my hungering maw And tonguefucks her message across: Break the waves. Earthquakes. Shifting Tectonic plates, awaken Magma chambers. Eruptions. Bruised pelvises. Battering ram, Open the gates! I drain The ocean. Fill it back up With my Cum.

Lea in my arms,

All soft and gentle, now; All she wants to hear is a zephyr, Whispering sparkles and rainbows, And cotton candy poems, While her hair is Stroked.

--- 23-4-2025, M.A. Tempels © Napowrimo 23: Lea

[stardust948]

Air Nomads / Airbenders headcanons

The temples served three purposes.

Raise children until they’re old enough to travel by themselves at 16 and house expecting Air Nomad women who were too far along to travel anymore.  

Certain sections were reserved for reproducing that happened every couple of years or so to keep the population going.

Gathering spots for important holidays and observations like The Great Comet. (Sozin’s Comet).

They operate with rank/caste system.

Top are the Elders give themselves fully to spiritual teachings.  

Next are the Monks and Nuns who are the teachers and caretakers of the children and animals.

These top two ranks are the only ones that are celibate.

Third rank and most common are the Airbender nomads who travel from town to town helping out people and spreading their philosophy. 

Fourth are the nonbender Air Nomads. They take care of the menial chores of the temple like cleaning and cooking in exchange for being taught scared knowledge. Once you reach a certain level of knowledge, you’re allowed to travel with the Air Nomads as a Wandering Zephyr. Some nonbenders chose to leave the lifestyle all together because of the biases towards them.

Hundreds of years ago, Air Nomads were more prone to violence and traveled in packs raiding villages for supplies. After a devasting Civil War, the old lifestyle was discarded and a new way of peace was vowed to never harm a living creature. The temples were built with the help of Earthbenders and violent airbender arts were sealed away as forbidden knowledge. The same knowledge the Elders wanted Aang to learn to protect them from the Fire Nation. Speaking of which, Firelord Sozin spread the stories of the Civil War as anti-Air Nomad propaganda and warned they were planning a new war to wipe out the Fire Nation.   

The few Air Nomads to escape were the Wandering Zephyrs and nonbenders who left the temples. During Sozin’s dynasty, they learned to hide their traits and traditions, thus the original Air Nomad way was wiped out. Even after Aang returned, it was never truly restored to its previous state but shifted and changed with the new era.

[loveybloom]

︵︵ cheetah npts / id pack. 🐾

⠀ ི names —

cheetah ; swift ; blaze ; dash ; ember ; flash ; stripes ; spot ; sable ; streak pounce ; scar ; zephyr ; feline ; fleet ; amber ; echo ; thunder ; whisker ; racer jet ; mirage ; rush ; veloce ; stealth ; sienna ; hunter ; claw ; drift ; ripley ; chase ; tumble ; bolt ; mirage ; zulu ; sonic ; prowler ; soot ; nightfall ; viper ; hunter ; flicker ; rove ; mistral ; pounce ; stryker ; skye ; saffron ; smudge ; drift ; breeze ; onyx ; comet ; flash ; tigris ; dune ; vex flicker ; blaze ; jinx ; ravine ; seeker ; strider ; zira ; xander ; strider ; fang.

⠀ ི pronouns —

speed/speeds ; sprint/sprints ; agile/agiles ; stealth/stealths ; predator/predators ; savanna/savannas ; streak/streaks ; claw/claws ; whisker/whiskers ; pounce/pounces ; chase/chases ; hunter/hunters ; swift/swifts ; blaze/blazes ; dash/dashes ; amber/ambers ; shadow/shadows ; stealthy/stealthies ; prowl/prowls ; grace/graces ; fleet/fleets ; cunning/cunnings ; racer/racers ; feline/felines ; lithe/lithes ; camo/camos ; sienna/siennas ; echo/echos fast/fasts ; spot/spots ; leap/leaps ; sprinting/sprintings ; soot/soots ; drift/drifts ; zephyr/zephyrs ; fang/fangs ; racer/racers ; tumble/tumbles ; veloce/veloces ; zulu/zulus ; comet/comets ; dune/dunes ; breeze/breezes ; onyx/onyxes ; streaker/streakers ; mirage/mirages ; ember/embers ; fury/furies 🐆/🐆s ; ⚡/⚡s ; 🐾/🐾s ; 🌅/🌅s.

⠀ ི titles —

the cheetah ; the swift one ; prn who is spotted ; the prowler ; prn who sprints through the savanna ; the streak of speed ; prn who is faster than the wind ; the graceful predator ; prn who moves in a blur ; prn who is the fleet-footed the shadow in the grass ; the hunter of the plains ; prn who pounces with precision ; the silent stalker ; prn who blends into the wild ; the amber-eyed chaser ; the swift streak ; prn who is the master of stealth ; prn who leaps without fear ; the racer among predators the swift-furred ; prn who rules the savanna ; the spotted king ; prn who moves with the breeze ; the streak of dusk ; prn who sprints through the shadows ; the echo of speed ; prn who prowls under the stars ; the dune racer ; prn who dances with the zephyr the clawed prowler ; prn who is the mirage in the heat ; the fang of the plains ; prn who streaks across the horizon ; the stealthy shadow ; prn who moves like thunder ; the swift feline ; prn who runs faster than sight ; the graceful predator ; prn who commands the wild the blaze in the savanna ; prn who is the spirit of speed ; the tumble of motion ; prn who sprints to freedom ; the comet in the grasslands ; prn who is the breeze of dusk ; the ember of the wild ; prn who strides like a whisper ; the racer of the winds ; prn who owns the plains

[invalidstories]

Love's Betrayal

Warning: blood, violence, betrayal, mentions of death

Blood trickled down the hero's face, his breaths coming in short gasps. This was not how he imagined the end.

The villain stood before him, a twisted smile playing across their lips. "How are you, love?" he sneered, "Enjoying it?"

The hero gritted his teeth, trying to push himself to his feet despite the pain coursing through his body. Memories of happier times flashed before his eyes, moments of tenderness and laughter shared with the villain before he betrayed them. Regret and guilt threatened to drown him.

"V-villain" the hero choked, summoning the last of his strength to face his once lover. But the villain only chuckled darkly, raising the knife again.

Zephyr flibberwump, blibbering quixotic, Jabberwocky waltzing through the cosmic. Flapdoodle moonbeams, a snicker-snack tune, Gobbledygook whispers in the polka-dot monsoon. Chortle with the stardust, twirl with the quasar, Tickle the nebulae, ride a comet car. Wobble in the wormholes, giggle with the void, Squibble-squabble syllables, utterly unalloyed.

And when the constellations tango in jonajansa, Remember buddy it's all a whimsical hat. this nonsensical thing you read, Absurdity reigns supreme, cat and dog.

Bumblefuzzle moonbeams twirl, In the zippity-zappity cosmic swirl. Jabberwocky waltzes with quarks, And quixotic quasars play their sparks. Flibbertigibbet comets giggle, While nebulae tango, oh so nimble. Snicker-snack meteors pirouette, In the galactic ballet, they're all dead.

Gobbledygook constellations converse, In syllables that rhyme and joy. Squibble-squabble stardust whispers, As the whale giggles and blithely flutters. So join the nonsensical cosmic spree, Where logic takes a holiday, fancy runs free.

Don't you just love cliffhangers? Happy April Fools! 🥳

Masterlist

[rosesnr0t]

hey

can you make a moonlight cookie x male prince reader where the prince goes to the city of wizards to take her to his kingdom while facing different threats while carrying moonlight cookie in his arms in bridal style

also the prince reader has a horse which is named zephyr

Starlight Belongs in My Kingdom

Moonlight Cookie x Male Prince!Reader

The City of Wizards shimmered like a mirage under the moonlight. Spires of crystal, winding roads of floating runes, and illusions too clever for mortal eyes — all weaving a city few dared enter and fewer dared leave.

You weren’t most princes.

Your cloak billowed behind you as you urged Zephyr through the shifting paths, sword glinting faintly at your side. Cradled in your arms, bridal style, was her — Moonlight Cookie, soft and delicate as the night sky, her energy nearly drained.

She stirred faintly, lashes fluttering like moth wings. “You… came for me,” she murmured.

“I said I would.” Your voice was firm, though quiet. “You don’t belong locked in a city of riddles and dust. The stars deserve to shine above my kingdom.”

She gave a weak smile. “You speak as if they’d follow me.”

“They already do.”

The first threat came in the form of a swarm of sentient scrolls — old wizard contracts, cursed and clawing at your armor, whispering madness.

“Hold on,” you told her, tightening your grip. Moonlight Cookie instinctively curled closer to your chest, her dress fluttering.

With a sharp tug of Zephyr’s reins, you galloped through, your sword slicing the air. The scrolls hissed, trying to latch onto your limbs, but you slashed through them with precision, protecting her like a knight guarding a dream.

“Your magic is too valuable,” they screeched, “Let her go!”

“She’s not your treasure,” you snarled. “She’s mine.”

The second threat came when the skies cracked, and a corrupted star beast descended — a twisted constellation made flesh, summoned by rogue sorcerers. Zephyr reared, and Moonlight Cookie gave a pained gasp as the air shuddered with dark cosmic energy.

You leapt down with her still in your arms, shielding her body with your own behind a glowing sigil wall. “Stay behind me,” you said, despite knowing she couldn’t stand.

Moonlight Cookie gently pressed her palm against your chest. “I can still dream…”

Her remaining magic burst like silvery waves from your chestplate. It softened the beast’s edges, slowing it just enough — and with a battle cry, you charged, driving your blade into its starlit heart. It exploded in a quiet burst of celestial dust, as though vanishing into a lullaby.

Your legs buckled slightly under the strain, but you adjusted her weight, holding her closer. “Almost there.”

Her voice was barely audible. “You’re warm…”

You smiled. “You're safe.”

The final trial was the bridge — floating shards of moonstone over a void of dreams. It had no ground. No railings. Just mist and myth.

Zephyr paced nervously, ears flicking.

“I’ll carry you,” you said again, this time whispering it like a vow.

And you did.

Every step was careful. Every breath felt sacred. Your cape flowed like a comet’s tail, and Zephyr followed behind, hooves landing where your resolve burned brightest. When you finally crossed, the City of Wizards faded behind you — a maze that dared to keep her, now bested by love.

Under the silver moonlight, in the safety of your camp beyond the gates, you gently lay her down on soft moss, brushing a stray curl from her face.

She gazed up at you, dreamy and tired, her fingertips tracing your jaw. “Why… did you come?”

You took her hand, kissed her knuckles. “Because even if every threat in this realm tried to stop me… I’d still need you.”

Her smile bloomed slowly, fragile and beautiful. “...Then maybe… I’ll follow you anywhere.”

And as the stars above blinked like drowsy eyes, you sat by her side, watching her drift to sleep — the moonlight finally, finally safe in your kingdom.

[zephyrcometnuzlocke]

YEAAAAAH CHAPTER 1 REAL YEAAAAH

[iamthecomet]

-tumbles in-

First and foremost <3

Second, some ghoul thoughts.

Dew is a very tactile guy; He likes to hold and be held, and gives some of the best goddamn hugs.

Even Swiss, who is seen as a very physically passionate guy, melts into Dew's hugs, and has even shed a couple tears while in his arms.

He's comfortably warm and smells oddly comforting, so it's easy to just relax into his embrace, and when he starts to run a soothing hand over your back or through your hair, it's hard not to feel safe.

Aether will sometimes seek him out after a long day in the infirmary just to rest his head on his chest and let Dew's hands work their magic while the ghoul purrs up a storm.

However, when Dew is feeling crumby and needs a pick me up, who does he go to? Who does he think gives the best hugs?

Swiss is up there, but he talks too much sometimes, Aether is nice, but he frets too much, and he loves the rest of his packmates, but when he needs that quiet, tender embrace?

He goes to Zephyr.

No matter how much he loves it when Cumulus spoons him, Rain plays with his hair, or Omega lets him lay on his chest...

It's Zephyr who knows exactly how to make him feel safe and comfortable enough to forget the stress and worries of the day and sleep.

Sometimes the others will find him curled up beside them, an arm holding him close, and the look Zephyr gives them when they approach is very clear, "Wake him up, and I will kill you."

There's something about Dew that makes Zephyr feel... protective, perhaps.

Maybe it's because they're acutely aware of how others perceive him, that they think he's closed off and doesn't want or need the softness he craves so strongly at times, or maybe it's because Dew reminds them just a little bit of Ifrit.

Who's to say.

-tumbles out-

<3<3<3<3<3<3 oh my heart. This is...oh Dew. Oh Zeph. I'm so glad we share the headcanon that Dew gives great fucking hugs. He's a little guy, but he's warm and he hugs tight and strong. Hugging Dew feels like home. and of course it's Zephyr. Calm. Sturdy. Quiet Zeph, who won't ever try to get Dew to talk, won't fuss over him. Will just let him melt into a hug without any questions, no reason needed, no worry. I just adore them. ♥

[acronym-chaos]

Masculine and Neutral Star Names

[PT: Masculine and Neutral Star Names]

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Asterion, Altair, Andromeda, Arcturus, Astra, Astraeus, Borealis, Castor, Celeste, Celestian, Comet, Corvus, Cosmos, Cygnus, Draco, Eclipse, Elio, Equinox, Estelle, Galileo, Halley, Hesperus, Hyperion, Leo, Lumis, Lyra, Meteor, Nebula, Nova, Oberon, Orion, Perseus, Phoenix, Polaris, Pyxis, Rigel, Scorpius, Selene, Sirius, Skyler, Solarin, Solis, Solstice, Spica, Starling, Stellan, Vega, Zenith, Zephyr, Zorya

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Requested by anon!

@id-pack-archive

[w1lted-r0se]

level 1 headmate with kins , theme song , and special interests ? androgynous preference .

thank you for your time if you accept !

angel / oath ( she / he ) , host .

I’m really proud of this one, i hope you like it too!! @angelic-oath

Names: Ash, River, Sky, Lux, Halcyon, Echo, Sol, Vega, Nova, Wren, Sage, Orion, Phoenix, Lyric, Zephyr

Pronouns: they/them, xe/xem, ve/vem, ae/aer, glow/glows, star/stars, mist/mists, ray/rays, cloud/clouds, flare/flares, prism/prisms, dusk/dusks, neb/neb’s, com/comet’s.

Genders: Androgynous, Starrygender, Dreamgender, Mistgender, Lumigender, Cloudgender, Etherealgender, Nebulagender, Prismgender, Fluxgender

Age: 18

Roles: Mediator, dreamer, creative thinker, abstract problem solver, mood setter.

Likes: Abstract art, rainy afternoons, astrology, vintage synth music, surreal movies, wandering through forests, neon lights, lunar phases, glitch art, and the sound of distant thunder.

Dislikes: Strict routines, harsh criticism, overly bright lighting, loud sudden noises, unnecessary conflict, unbalanced aesthetics, and synthetic fragrances.

Faceclaim:

Kins: Howl (Howl’s Moving Castle), Yukine (Noragami), David Bowie (Ziggy Stardust era), Lain (Serial Experiments Lain), Wednesday Addams (Wednesday), and Tilda Swinton in pretty much any role, Black cat therian, Owl therian

Theme song: Space Song by Beach House, Youth by Daughter, Heroes by David Bowie, Cloudbusting by Kate Bush, Oblivion by Grimes, Venus Fly by Grimes & Janelle Monáe.

Special interests: Astronomy, experimental fashion, tarot reading, mythology (especially celestial and dream-related stories), glitch art, retro tech, sculptural installations, and curating playlists as an art form.

[brightlotusmoon]

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