#Flora of the moon

[galaxirin]

The Plain Doll remembers her birth

Comic series here

[kumiaku]

Kinktober Day 10 - Tentacles (Moon Presence)

Kinktober Day 10 - Tentacles, Moon Presence x Reader, Bloodborne

Masterlist

Misc. Tags/Info - Reader is good hunter who takes gehrman's place after the hunt and is Flora's plaything, but is Strangely into it. GN reader - usage of ‘hole’ specifically anal. Angst, actually kinda sad but that is expected of bloodborne, long set up sorry. Flora is referenced as the Moon Presence the whole time and has it/its pronouns, bcuz unfortunately the reader does realize the feminine grace of Flora. Monster fucking ofc, its bloodborne, eldritch horror fucking.

WC - 707

Nsfw under cut

Every Great One loses its child, then yearns for a surrogate. For a long time, that so-called surrogate child was the pathetic old man you knew as Gehrman. You heard him weep, heard him cry out for a release in the darkest of nights. 

So you released him, were embraced by the Moon Presence in his stead, and took his role. It was a cycle, the night began again, then you were alone with the Doll, the night began again, then you were alone with the Doll, the night began again - 

You were tired. So very tired. The Doll, for as kind as she was, did not have much to offer you. She was a mimic, a doll, a copy, a clone, a puppet, and the more you wanted something else, someone else, someone to hold you who’s hands weren’t jointed and cold. 

The Hunters who came were hard to talk with. Some were hysterical, some were downright sociopathic, some were hardly human. The blood, the hunt, the wolves, the flowers, the moon, everything was getting on your nerves. Yet the Moon Presence never seemed to come down - staying stationary and sad, solemnly mourning the loss of its surrogate. 

That is, until you were fed up enough to yell for it, to let out your anger and sorrows in a rampant and rage filled string of words that you were sure it wouldn’t quite understand. But for the very first time, it seemed as though the Moon Presence would recognize you as its surrogate’s successor and do something. 

But it didn’t, not in the way that you believed it would. 

Like the very first time you beheld it, it held you, large spindly boney fingers wound tightly around your torso. You gulped as you stared at it - fear or awe - it didn’t matter, you were long in its grasp.

It tilted - what you thought is - its head at you, peering close, almost brushing up against you. It was a cold neutrality, its grip neither warm nor cold, like some dead zone, like you were incapable of feeling its touch. But you weren’t. You had drawn its attention, and was now rigorously examining you, like some kind of plaything. 

Your breath stilled, you didn’t even struggle in its grasp. The feelers - the tentacles? - behind its head crept forward, slithering over your face, points caressing and dipping against your skin. It wasn’t quite scaly, nor was it fleshy, it was soft and slick, but not sticky or wet. It was a sensation unlike anything you’d ever felt before - one that made your skin tingle beneath it - made you want it to touch you more. 

Once it had sufficiently investigated your face, the Moon Presence’s tentacles slid down your chin, your neck, and between your skin and clothes. Little effort seemed to come from its part, effortlessly extending its reach against your skin, leaving that same impression on your chest as it rubbed against your bare skin. The deeper it stretched its tentacles, the thicker the gap was, tearing your clothes like a letter opener for the curiosity of what was hidden. 

Just as you were curious of the Moon Presence, it was curious of you. Curious of all of your cracks and crevices, taking the time to gently explore you, sliding its tentacles between the part in your lips. Rolling the strange appendage over your tongue, over your body, and investigating you further. 

It didn’t taste bad, not like iron or rot, it wasn’t pungent but fragrant, flowery or floral and tingling on your tastebuds. It left a blooming sensation in your head as it slid inside of you, hardly needing any time to prep you, as its tentacles were thin and slick until they weren't. You couldn’t contain the squeak you made as it rolled inside of you, your rage long gone, disappeared by the ribbed sensation of its tentacles within you. 

Again, it tilted its head, the Moon Presence so very curious and repeating the motion several times in the attempt to coax another noise out of you. You failed horribly in trying to keep anything contained. It seemed intent on exploring every cavity you housed. You didn’t know if you were more afraid, aroused, or amazed.

[dawn-arts]

Happy anniversary to the game that changed my life.

May you be free from the clutches of console soon.

[val-of-the-north]

Moon Presence’s concept art is very striking to me, mostly because she hardly looks like what we saw in-game. She looks so... whole. Almost gentle in a way.

The contrast between the two forms is interesting. Maybe she used to look more like her concept art in the ancient past. Maybe her current state is the reason why she seems so bitter and perpetuates the hunt.

[fortunatelyperfectcreator]

[flufffydestroyer]

They are so different, but they have so much in common

[apocalypticapotheosis]

O Flora, of the Moon, of the dream. O little ones, O fleeting will of the ancients... Let the hunter be safe, let them find comfort. And let this dream, their captor... foretell a pleasant awakening... Be one day a fond distant memory.

The Moon Presence descending is still one of my all time favourite scenes in a game, its hauntingly beautiful and chilling. After all that time you're faced with the architect of your undying night and unless you take a very specific set of steps, it embraces you as its new surrogate child, tying you forever to the dream.

I also find its appearance enthralling, its weird elongated body and exposed ribs, the tendrils of its tail like the roots of a plant and a writhing mass of tentacles on a face like the hollow of a tree

thats my mum :)

[lunarpunkwonder]

LunarPunk 🌙

Lunarpunk is Solarpunk for the night dwellers. Similar philosophy and movement but with a darker, bioluminescent, celestial aesthetic. With a focus on Community, Sustainability, Reducing Light Pollution, growing Native Flora and creating a livable and thriving home for the night dwelling Fauna (nocturnal animals, insects, and people too), and obviously, don't forget the Punk.

Lunarpunk is a very new and slowly growing subgenre and community, please continue to add new ideas, add to the conversation of sustainability, do research in your own area about the local flora and fauna, what you can do to help reduce light pollution, even if it's just coming from your home, how to be more energy efficient, how to reduce waste, save money on electricity, see if you can switch your lights to LEDs, speak with your neighbors about switching as well.

Any little bit counts.

[holycowharvestmoon]

Here they are, the AnWL/Ds Cute girlies. Absolutely mortified that Flora wasn’t a marriage candidate in the remake, but I love Nami’s redesign 💞

[win-x]

Meet the Winx Club

Bloom 🔥Stella ☀️ Flora 🌸Tecna 💿Musa 🎸Layla 🌊

[galaxirin]

Whoops have a doodle

[bearclangen]

in which rosemary catches a rabbit! and also encounters a loner, who quickly surrenders and begs for shelter, but has second thoughts... for some reason.

[dahniwitchoflight]

I made a Story of Seasons: A Wonderful Life mod where you can Marry Flora

I can talk about non-homestuck things on this blog right? right lol

Raise your hands if you played harvest moon a wonderful life on the gamecube like 20 years ago and was forever filled with yearning that you couldn't marry Flora

I couldn't have her in the old game, so I guess I just had to mod her into the remake instead

check out my nexus for tutorials for how to mod this game and install mods on this game

Plus, you can mod on both the Switch and Steam, but by far the easier to install mods on is Switch lol

I uploaded modded files for both games, so everyone can marry Flora!

[ternovye]

[vintic-girl]

[fortunatelyperfectcreator]