#Luna Pendant

[thegothicalice]

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[mylunajewel]

Natural Moonstone 9mm on Solid 925 Sterling Silver ||

My Luna Jewel - Etsy

[drafthearse]

bacon 'n' eggs pendant by ricky boscarino

[shopdixi]

Dark Academia aesthetic lovers moon goddess wax seal necklace.

Photography & jewellery © shopdixi.com

[nightwishmeraki]

Crescent moon necklace

It was handcrafted with resin and chrome powder.

[witchblade]

i think a huge part of the appeal of sailor moon for me when i was a kid was the objects. really no other anime except maybe ccs came close in terms of cute objects i could fantasize about having

[tsuyahandmade]

[shinewerst]

I don't have any ideas yet so here's some Earth art so you don't get bored. (btw, the second picture is my first art with him).

And I'll add some of my silly headcanons about him

Earth has very active facial expressions and it looks really funny.

He has a habit of often looking at himself in the mirror, but not to admire himself, but to clearly make sure that everything is fine with earthlings. To see the continents that are on the back of his head, he can use two mirrors or ask Luna to look. This has led to the fact that he now looks at himself in any reflective surface without thinking.

He always dresses like a cabbage, heh. I mean, he wears several layers of clothing. This is to hide from the rest of the planets the damage to his body caused by earthlings.

He has ADHD

His dinosaurs became extinct when Mars hit him in the eye with an asteroid during a game, now Earth sees worse with his right eye than with his left, but does not tell Mars this so as not to remember it again and this would make Mars feel even more guilt.

He's ambidextrous, that is, he has both arms equally developed.

For some reason, he doesn't like wearing accessories like rings, bracelets, pendants or anything else.

Due to the activities of earthlings, he often suffers from insomnia

Maybe I'll change this later because I often forget my own headcanons.

[memories-of-ancients]

Silver filigree luna pendant, Sweden, 800-1100

from The Historiska Museen, Stockholm

[white-wolf-buckaroo]

He's so going to kill us

A dad!Vander fic (with my og character, Luna, Vander's fifth adopted child)

Set before Act 1.1.

Masterlist: there you go

Disclaimer: english ain't my first language folks

Luna tugged on Vi’s sleeve as they walked through the bustling streets of the Undercity. The air smelled of oil and damp stone, and the chatter of merchants hawking their wares mixed with the clanging of metal from nearby workshops. Claggor walked ahead of them, balancing a heavy crate of supplies on his shoulder like it was nothing.

“Vi,” Luna whispered, her small voice barely audible over the noise. “What’s that smell?”

Vi wrinkled her nose. “Probably the fish market. You’ll get used to it.”

Luna didn’t think she wanted to get used to it. She scrunched her face, glancing around at the maze of alleys and stalls. Everywhere she looked, there were unfamiliar faces, each one more intimidating than the last.

“There’s actually a fish place not so far from here Vander has taken us sometimes. It’s run by a guy named Jericho,” added Vi, clutching Luna’s hand in her own making her look up. “The smell’s actually good there. We can ask Vander to go again sometime soon.”

Luna wasn’t all too convinced about that idea, considering the bad smell her nose was still trying to ignore.

A big crowd approached them as they entered the bigger part of the market, full of different stands and stores with trinkets, animals and gadgets no one dared to ask about where they came from.

“Stay close,” Vi said firmly, gripping Luna’s hand. “Vander’ll kill me if we lose you.”

Claggor turned back and grinned. “He’d kill both of us.”

“I’m not gonna get lost,” Luna protested, puffing out her cheeks.

“Good,” Vi said, tightening her grip. “Because these streets? They’ll swallow you whole if you’re not careful,” she knew Luna had been on her own in those very same streets before she had come to live with them at The Last Drop, yet, being so small and young, Vi often wondered how long she could have had it made it before Vander had found her, or even worse, how longer she would’ve had resisted until something awful happened.

Luna nodded, knowing she was meant to listen to Vi. She was like her sister now, and most importantly, her older sister. Vander had told her to listen to them. She had to. He had given each one of them firm instructions before sending them out for an assignment that morning, and when she had begged to tag along Vi and Claggor he had been very clear about always listening to-

Hold up, what was that?

Luna’s curiosity got the better of her. As they passed a stall selling colourful trinkets, something shiny caught her eye—a small, intricately carved pendant that sparkled in the dim light. Without thinking, she let go of Vi’s hand and stepped closer to get a better look, calling out for Vi and Claggor to follow her, but her small voice wasn’t as loud as she had thought, and it was swallowed up by the noise of the market.

When she looked up, the crowd had shifted, and Vi and Claggor were nowhere to be seen. Panic gripped her chest as she turned in a circle, searching for their familiar faces among the sea of strangers.

“Vi?” she called, her voice trembling. “Claggor?”

Nobody answered.

Meanwhile, Vi realized the problem moments too late. She turned to say something to Luna and found only empty space where the little girl had been standing.

“Where’s Luna?” she asked, her voice sharp.

Claggor spun around, nearly dropping the crate. “What do you mean, ‘Where’s Luna’? She was right with you!”

“She’s gone!” Vi snapped, scanning the street.

“Damn it,” Claggor muttered, setting the crate down and pushing through the throng of people. “Luna! Luna!”

Vi’s heart raced as she followed him, shouting Luna’s name. The thought of returning to Vander without her made her stomach churn.

Luna, meanwhile, wandered down an alley, her small hands clutching her sleeves as fear set in. The shadows seemed longer here, the faces colder, their looks scarier.

“Excuse me,” she tried to ask a passerby, but the man ignored her, brushing past without so much as a glance. She knew she wasn’t meant to talk to strangers, but she only meant to ask about directions.

Tears pricked her eyes, but she blinked them back. Vander will find me, she thought to herself, hugging her arms tighter, he always does.

Vi and Claggor split up, weaving through the streets with growing urgency. Vi shoved past a group of loitering teens, ignoring their jeers. Claggor ducked into a shop, his voice booming as he asked if anyone had seen a little girl.

“Nothing,” he said when he rejoined Vi.

“She can’t have gone far,” Vi insisted, though doubt gnawed at her.

Meanwhile, the crowd jostled Luna, and she stumbled backward, bumping into someone.

“Hey, watch where—” the man began before his expression softened. “Luna?”

She looked up, and relief washed over her as she recognized Benzo.

“Benzo!” she cried, grabbing onto his legs.

“What are you doing out here alone?” he asked, his tone sharp but not unkind. He patted her head, trying to coax her to answer him.

“I… I got lost,” she admitted, her voice breaking.

Benzo sighed, crouching to her level. “Where are your siblings, huh? Surely Vander wouldn’t have let you out alone.”

“I-I was with Vi and Claggor and they told me to not walk away but-but I saw something and I… I didn’t mean to get lost,” she sniffled, clearly upset, her voice now shaky. “I’m sorry.”

Benzo’s expression softened, and he grabbed one of her hands reassuringly.

“It’s alright, kid. Nothing we can’t fix,” he smiled gently at her. “Come on. Let’s get you back to the Drop.”

At the same time, Vi and Claggor were frantic, having been shouting Luna’s name as they searched every alley and corner of the market.

“She can’t have gone far,” Vi said, though fear gnawed at her.

“She’s just a kid,” Claggor muttered. “What if—”

“Don’t say it,” Vi snapped. Just the thought of something happening to Luna… No, she couldn’t even think of that hypothetically. She had grown fond of Luna, despite her initial scepticism. She was like her sister now, most importantly, her little sister. Vi was the older one, she was meant to take care of her younger siblings. And she had failed.

“What do we do?”

“We have to tell Vander. He’ll know how to find her,” she really didn’t want him to know she had lost her sister, but there was no other way. They needed his help.

“He’s so going to kill us.”

They made their way back to The Last Drop as quickly as they could, bursting through the doors with their faces pale and breathing ragged. Vander, who had been talking to a group of regulars near the counter, turned sharply at the commotion.

“What’s all of this?” he asked, his deep voice already laced with suspicion. When they didn’t answer right away, he frowned suspiciously at them, “What happened?” he realized there was only two of them, when they had been three that morning when they walked out. A cold chill ran down his spine, “Where’s Luna?”

Vi froze, guilt written all over her face. Claggor scratched his neck, his shoulders tense. “We, uh” He cleared his throat. “We lost her.”

The room seemed to grow quieter, as though even the patrons knew better than to interrupt. Vander’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening as he folded his arms.

“You what?”

“It was an accident!” Vi blurted, her voice wavering but determined. “We were at the market, and she just—she wandered off! We’ve been looking everywhere—”

“And instead of looking for her to bring her home,” Vander interrupted, his tone low and dangerous, “you’re standing here telling me you lost her?”

“She couldn’t have gone far,” Claggor said quickly. “But we couldn’t find her. We needed help and—”

“I trusted you to keep your sister safe,” Vander snapped, his voice like a whip. “Do you know what could happen to a kid like her out there?”

Vi’s lower lip trembled, but she clenched her fists, refusing to let herself cry. “We’ll find her,” she said, her voice cracking. “We’ll fix it, Vander. I promise.”

Just as Vander opened his mouth to reply, the door creaked open behind them. All three of them turned, and there stood Benzo, holding a very sheepish Luna by the hand.

“Look what I found wandering the market, a little bird that got lost” Benzo announced, his tone wry but his eyes warm as they landed on Vander. “Thought you might be missing something.”

Vander exhaled sharply, his shoulders dropping as the tension left his body. “Luna,” he said, his voice softer but still stern. He stepped forward and scooped her up into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. “What were you thinking?”

“I’m sorry,” Luna whispered, her arms wrapping around his neck. “I didn’t mean to. I just—there was something shiny, and I wanted to take a look at it but then I didn’t see Vi or Claggor anymore and then—” She buried her face in his shoulder, her small voice muffled. “I got scared.”

Vi and Claggor stood frozen, unsure whether to feel relief or brace for more of Vander’s anger.

Before Vander could say another word, Luna lifted her head and turned to look at them. “It wasn’t their fault,” she said earnestly, her eyes wide. “They told me to stay close, but I didn’t listen. I’m sorry, Vi. Sorry, Claggor.”

Vi blinked, startled, while Claggor let out a small encouraging smile to Luna, as if to tell her it was all okay.

Vander sighed, setting Luna down but keeping a firm hand on her shoulder. “We’ll talk more about this later,” he said, his voice heavy with both relief and lingering frustration. He turned his gaze to Vi and Claggor, his expression softening slightly. “You two—you did the right thing coming back here. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I’m sorry, really, I was scared for her too,” they both nodded, knowing he meant it. “But next time, you keep your eyes on her. No excuses. You got it?”

“Yes, Vander,” they mumbled in unison.

Luna shuffled closer to her siblings; Claggor told her he was glad to have her back, however Vi remained silent. Luna walked over to Vi then and tugged on her sleeve. “I’m really sorry,” she said again, her voice small but sincere.

Vi crouched down and gave her a tight hug. “Just don’t scare us like that again, okay?” she hadn’t realized how frightened she really had been, not only about having to tell Vander they had lost her, but also for the actual idea of losing her. She breathed in deeply, grateful that Benzo had found her and brought her back to them.

“Okay,” Luna whispered, clutching her back tightly.

From his spot nearby, Benzo chuckled. “Seems like you’ve got a handful with this one, eh, Vander?”

“Yeah,” Vander muttered, his gaze softening as he ruffled Luna’s hair. “But she’s worth it.”

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[hp-hcs]

okay what about mattheo following the hufflepuff boy he’s crushing on into the woods and discover some magic beast he’s been taking care of!! And he’s just like damn I want him

aaaaaaa sorry for not writing for a couple days, y’all. my fuckin roommate decided to be a dumbass and broke his motherfucking leg, so i had to very hastily write this while he’s high off his ass on ketamine 😀👍

quibbler — mattheo riddle x male! hufflepuff! lovegood! reader

warnings: dumbledore bashing, alluded snape bashing

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Luna floated down the train’s hallway, followed in tow by her younger brother—a daydream-prone Hufflepuff who was oblivious to the advances of half of the school.

“Hello, little Lovegood,” your prefect, Cedric Diggory, said warmly, looking you up and down with a quick glance as he leaned out of the doorway of his friends’ compartment.

“Hello, Mr. Diggory,” you said with a dreamy grin. “Quibbler?”

He took the magazine you held out for him with a wide grin, immediately flipping through the pages. “Thanks, little Lovegood.”

You waved farewell, already starting back down the hallway. You heard Cedric sigh behind you, before returning to his compartment.

You moved onto the next room, sliding open the door and peeking in. The conversation inside halted, and you saw three startled faces looking up at you.

“Who the fu- oh, hello Y/N. You’re looking radiant as ever,” Pansy Parkinson said, fluttering her eyelashes at you.

“Thank you, Miss Pansy,” you said softly. “Quibbler?” You held out the magazine in her direction.

She took it immediately, causing Draco to lean forward and give you a charming grin.

“Got one for me too, little Lovegood?”

“Of course, Mr. Draco!”

The last occupant of the compartment was a boy you’d never seen before. He had an odd guarded look on his face that was severely faltering as he watched his friends communicate civilly with a Hufflepuff a year below them.

“Who are you?” He asked bluntly, although not intending to be rude.

You look over and smile at him. “Hullo, mister. Y/N Lovegood. Quibbler?”

“Mattheo Riddle,” He introduced ambivalently, taking the proffered magazine with some hesitation and raising an eyebrow as he read the cover.

“‘How To Ward Off Wrackspurts’?” He questioned. “What’s a wrackspurt then?”

“Invisible. They make you all confused and higgledy-piggledy. Your friends are full of them.”

The boy glanced at his two friends, who had abandoned attempting to read the eclectic magazine in favor of just staring at you with dreamy gazes.

“Right…”

“See you around then, mister,” you said, stepping back out into the hallway and sliding their compartment door shut before continuing on your journey, unknowingly taking Mattheo Riddle’s heart with you.

~~~ “You’d better watch out for nargles, mister.”

Mattheo startled, looking around for whoever had broken his reverie.

You stood there, your uniform shirt a rumpled mess, tie nowhere to be found, in non-uniform compliant shorts and mismatched socks. You blinked up at him expectantly.

Mattheo licked his chapped lips. “What?” He croaked, his voice cracking.

You didn’t mention it, nor the obvious tears he was hastily wiping away.

“Nargles,” you repeated. “In the mistletoe.” You point upwards, at the small bundle of leaves dotted with white berries hanging above your heads.

His cheeks flushed and he started to stammer something out, but you interrupted him again.

“Here,” Shifting the milk crate that you’d tied a pink ribbon to, thus turning it into a satchel that you carried your schoolbooks in, you pulled off one of your necklaces, holding it out to him.

It was a butterbeer cork on a string. Mattheo blinked.

“Keeps the nargles away,” you explained dreamily. He took the necklace from you with utter reverence and care, swiping his sleeve over his face once more to clear off all of his tears.

“Thank you,” he whispered, looking bewildered as he stared down at the simple pendant resting in his palm.

You just smiled, turning on your heel and starting to skip away, humming to yourself.

~~~ “Did you hear?”

“I heard he was…”

“…believe it! Hogwarts!”

“The Quibbler? Isn’t that the…”

“What’s all the chatter about?” Mattheo asked, elbowing Draco in the side to get his attention.

“Oh, little Lovegood’s in huge fucking trouble.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” Draco shrugged. “Apparently he wrote an article for the Quibbler with some strong opinions in it that were considered uh… overly critical of Hogwarts staff. Dumbledork’s trying to claim libel, or something, I dunno.”

“What’d he write?” Mattheo asked. “I didn’t even know he could be critical. Or…opinionated, for that matter.”

Draco pulled a copy of the latest Quibbler out of his bag, handing it over. Mattheo flipped through bizarre crosswords, ads for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes products, articles with titles like ‘Scrumple-Horned Snorkack Sighting!’ and ‘Mer-Murder: Siren Scion Shocks Sire!’, before finally flipping to Op-Eds.

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Write-In: Hogwarts Student Defends Slytherin House!

Slytherins are not bad.

The system here at Hogwarts is bad. “Healthy house competition”? More like, “Hey what if we divided these eleven year olds into ‘brave’, ‘nerd’, ‘evil’, and ‘other’”.

And inter-house friendship between the ‘good’ houses and the ‘bad’ house is frowned upon. Why? Cleverness and ambition are not inherently immoral things. You know what is immoral? Allowing a house to win the House Cup, only to add enough points after the fact to change the winner of the Cup to a completely different house. But I digress.

Slytherin students here spend seven years being taunted, bullied, and outcast, and then everyone acts surprised when they get revenge? They spend years being put down, and then suddenly, they’re offered power back. Can you blame them? Now, I am in no way defending the actions of [Editor’s note——the student uses You-Know-Who’s actual name here], but I can understand the former students’ reasons for joining. And honestly, I am tired of seeing my peers be treated like a collective persona non grata, when almost all of the former Slytherin graduates are actively against [You-Know-Who]. A very small percentage of the Slytherin house are or were the turncoats in question, and it’s immoral to ostracize an entire group for the actions of just a few people. Collective punishment is a war crime.

But Hogwarts still continues to have clear opinions and preferences on all of the houses, doesn’t it?

Gryffindor is deified by the staff and in the eyes of the general public.

Ravenclaw is patronized and mocked for holding intelligence in high regard.

Hufflepuff is forgotten.

And all Slytherin students are labeled ignoble and contemptuous at the ripe age of eleven.

But alas, this dissent will change no opinions. I’m afraid that Hogwarts’ staff’s inequitable treatment of its students only means that they are digging themselves into a deeper hole, while rapidly losing the amount of people willing to hand them a ladder. I have no respect for adults who bully and abuse children.

– Apoplectic Anonymous

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“Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” Draco nodded. “Dumblefuck’s been trying to cover it up, but Loony- Luna keeps handing more out every time he confiscates them.”

“Dude,” Mattheo shook his head with wide eyes as he scanned over the Opinion article again. “Wait- how’d he even know who wrote it? This is anonymous.”

“Dunno, man. Nobody can figure that part out,” Draco shrugged, looking around the Slytherin common room. “Hey guys! We oughtta throw a party for little Lovegood when he gets back from Dumbledick’s detention!”

The other Slytherins immediately agreed, cheering.

Mattheo just shook his head in surprise again and glanced back down at the article.

His left arm itched.

~~~ “Thank ye for th’ help, son,” Hag- Professor Hagrid said cheerily, clapping one large hand down on Mattheo’s shoulder.

(He’d never admit it, but Mattheo was forever grateful that Professor Hagrid held no grudge against him for what his dad did to him.)

((Unlike some of the other teachers, who held twenty-year grudges over being friendzoned by the girl they called a slur.))

He stacked up the last few pieces of firewood, wiping his brow and embedding the axe into the chopping log. “‘Course, sir. I could use the extra credit anyway.”

Professor Hagrid chuckled heartily. “Well, I c’n take it from here, son. Oh! Bit o’ advice?” His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “There’s a certain blond who hangs out in th’ forest, yeah? Not that you heard it from me.”

Mattheo felt his cheeks redden as it was insinuated that even his teachers knew about his silly crush dear Merlin.

(He did file that bit of information away for later, though.)

~~~ You skipped through the woods, happy to take over your sister’s duty of feeding the creatures. You stopped in a clearing that looked like any other, making a beeline for a certain tree.

Mattheo carefully picked his way through the forest duff, staying an inconspicuous distance away from you. He winced every time a dry leaf or branch snapped under his boots, slowing down and peeking out from behind a row of trees at you.

You tapped on the tree’s bark, waiting patiently until a…creature, an odd, spindly, twig-shaped creature crawled out from a small hollow recess in the tree and onto the sleeve of your coat.

“Hello, little friend! How are you this lovely evening?” You spoke softly to the creature, but your voice carried far in the otherwise quiet forest.

Mattheo watched as you let the creature crawl all over you, holding out a handful of sunflower seeds for it as you rambled on and on about anything and everything.

All Mattheo could think of was:

Oh.

Damn.

[thegothicalice]

Weather is steadily starting to cool, much to my relief 🌻 Dress by I Do Declare, sheer shirt by Nuit Clothing Atelier, shoes by Strangecvlt, gallows earrings by The Deadly Stake.

[bebemoon]

a look featuring my current favorite selkie dress | requested by @allthestoriescantbelies

selkie "the ivory carriage" voluminous organza gown w/ ruffled lace trim

simone rocha bell charm crochet ballerinas in silver

antique embroidered silk bridal bow, c. 192o's

penhaligon's "luna" eau de toilette

dilara findikoglu "boleyn" pearl choker w/ custom silver initial pendant

[elisnightmare]

✧• Violin lessons

Adam never really enjoyed playing the violin. It was difficult, incomprehensible, and his fingers hurt.

But his mother was so happy when he managed to play something correctly. She praised him for almost every cleanly played note and gently corrected him when he made mistakes. And he liked to see her happy. So he kept trying.

ID in alt and under cut

[ID

A colored full-body digital doodle of 6 years old Adam and his mother Luna, the artist's Ducktales 2017 OCs.

They are both Ragdoll cats. Adam has short curly bangs, curly fur, and half-moon-shaped ear tufts. He is wearing a light brown shirt, taupe shorts, and a gray sleeveless sweater vest with a diamond pattern. Luna also has curly fur. She is wearing a gray-blue shirt with a white collar and a blue-violet long skirt. Around her neck she wears a silver pendant in the shape of a star with a blue stone in the center.

Adam stands facing the viewer. He holds a violin and a bow in his hands, and in front of him is a music stand with music. He tilts his head to the side, looking at the music with confusion. Luna stands behind him, putting her hand on his shoulder and explaining something.

End ID]

[astralexpressarchives]

The Renheng Iceberg Explained

Alright so there's this renheng iceberg on twitter that I was recently informed about. I'm wayyy too deep into the lore so I skipped to the bottom and everything there was stuff I was already more than familiar with.

So I figured why not put all this information to some use and make a post explaining the more obscure items on the iceberg and leaving out the self-explanatory ones, doing my best to reference as well as possible.

Blade gazing at Imbibitor Lunae statue

This was a hidden interaction where you could find Blade standing near the statue of Imbibitor Lunae at the scalegorge after revealing Dan Heng's vidyadhara form. He says he is 'mourning for folly' and asks you if Dan Heng is happy. You can watch a video about this here.

Good friends who are bad for each other

This is Kafka's description of what she knows about Blade and Dan Heng's history in her companion quest. This answer is a "truth" in her game of truth and lies.

"Apparently, they used to be good friends... Well, good friends who were bad for each other. Bladie forgot nearly everything, so he doesn't remember well. Together, they did something bad — something terrible. It led to horrific consequences. That's the information I managed to piece together. Bladie refused to tell me the details."

Dan Heng gets nightmares about blade

We see this in-game in the cinematic leading up to the Xianzhou questline. This is also suggested in the Only Silence Remains lightcone description.

Matching Jade Ornaments

Referring to this idea.

There is also a vidyadhara egg that says:

"You edge closer to the pearlescent shell and have a dream in which you are a Pearlkeeper who rides the waves, and travels across the ancient sea with your true love. The time you have spent with your lover is full of happiness, but the time of hatching rebirth is determined by destiny. You secretly put a jade pendant in your mouth so your lover can recognize each other in the next life."

And considering that DH:IL 4 story has him refusing to speak during the entirety of his interrogation, death sentence, and final verdict, it definitely leaves room for imagination.

Bracer Lore

This one encompasses a few of the other ones on the iceberg, too. Really, it's worth reading the entirety of the Passerby of Wandering Clouds relic set lore. Keep in mind all relic sets are in chronological order of head/gloves/body/feet. The bracer also mentions this part about 'That owner also once shared company and drinks with the unnamed, the two of them simply gazing at the moon with no words exchanged.' This has an interesting meaning in CN that tells us this drinking was an engagement ceremony. People thought this must be a typo but, despite many tickets from people, their only response has been that they're unable to comment further. They still haven't changed it as of patch 1.4.

Dan Heng polishes and gaze longingly at Cloud Piercer

A recent addition in patch 1.4 where Pom-pom now says:

"Passenger Dan Heng often carefully maintains and polishes his spear. Although the Express is very safe, it seems that he is not willing to drop his guard. Hmm, Pom-Pom can tell that when he polishes his spear, there isn't just alertness in his eyes, but a glint of longing, too. Don't underestimate me, Pom-Pom had dealt with all kinds of different passengers!"

I'm sure by now everyone knows that cloudpiercer was made by Yingxing (Blade).

You can see screenshots of this interaction in this post.

Mirror Inverted Colours

Apparently, a big part of CN character design focuses around the concept of inverted colour palette designs for ships. Because Blade and Dan Heng share inverted colours, this is considered a good sign for the ship as it indicates they were most likely designed together.

Danmei Coded

Danmei is the CN genre for mlm. It has a lot of stereotypical tropes that are very common in this genre and apply to renheng also. My personal opinion is that renheng is very similar to something written by Meatbun in particular - this is a danmei author who wrote erha, yuwu, and casefile compendium. The associated tropes are:

Lovers to enemies back to lovers angst timeline often including misunderstandings involving tragic betrayal

Black/red character x white/blue/green character

Under the moonlight

Amnesia and/or reincarnation themes

Protag did something that made everybody turn on them + complicated political drama plot

Redemption in death/isolation/retreating from the world at the end

Waiting frankly ridiculous amounts of time to be with the lover again

One character pursuing the other character literally

One character considered dead or demonic in some capacity, the other is ethereal and godly

Mortal x immortal

Afterlife/spirit realm shenanigans usually involving fractured souls as a result of torment

Contrasting personalities + others don't think they should get along/are bad for each other (usually the deviant personality is considered to be corrupting the noble/revered personality in some way which often involves a rebellion)

Mirrored Ultimates

Their ultimate animation sequences are very similar with close eyes with weapon - open eyes - attack.

And both of their ultimates take place in different versions of the same location:

Vidyadharas can't identify items belonging to their past yet Dan Heng got the bracer, jade pendant(?), and cloud piercer

There is an NPC named Lingling in the alchemy commission who is responsible for assisting in vidyadhara hatching rebirth. She collects the personal belongings of vidyadhara who claim that they want to keep the items for their next life. She says that:

From what I've seen, most Vidyadhara lack emotions fresh after their rebirth, and are unable to understand the sentiments of their previous selves. Not a single one has ever been able to identify which one of these items used to belong to them.

This is a big indicator that DH = DF and that their romance will be continuing in this life, too. We know from Passerby of Wandering Clouds relic set that Dan Heng is still in possession of the bracer because of the line: "His fingertips could still faintly feel the temperature from the other."

The stars always accompany the moon

This is a reference to their names in CN where the Xing in Yingxing means moon and the Yue in Yinyue jun (Imbibitor Lunae) means Moon. Their ship name Xingyue means Star and Moon, which is often why you will see them referred to with the Star/Moon emojis as well as the sword/leaf emoji.

Blade came to see Dan Heng blushing when Xiyan asked him to act the character in his story

This is referring to this video on weibo where Dan Heng is talking to Xiyan. You can see the characters in the crowd then Dan Heng starts blushing. The next time you see the crowd, Blade has arrived third from the right.

"Eternal Regrets of a High Elder" and "Dreams from a Past Life"

These are arias from the Cloudcry Songbook written by a Vidyadhara named Lingjie who reincarnated into Chunfen. Lingjie was an opera singer and apparently a big fan of Dan Feng and his romantic life.

My friend wrote the poem analysis of both of these arias. I would strongly recommend reading her translations.

TW: These translations do include mentions of a new leaked poem. Some of the content is NSFW.

Dan Heng named himself "Dan Heng" due to the "Dan" character carved by Yingxing/Blade

We know that Vidyadhara do not usually name themselves based on their past lives as they have no attachment to them. The other iteration of Dan Heng was named Yubie for example. Dan Heng's name in CN is  丹恒. The Dan 丹 means red/pellet/powder/cinnabar. You can see Dan is inscribed on his spear that Yingxing made for him, thus the logical conclusion is that Dan Heng saw the inscription and chose it as his name.

The Star of the East (Jupiter, Wood Star)'s god is Ying Xing, and their guardian beast is Azure Dragon/Canglong/Qinglong

This one is the only one I didn't understand when I first saw it, so I had to request the help of my CN knowing friends to figure it out.

Yingxing's name is 应星 (where the 星 means star).

The CN god of Jupiter Taisui Xingjun 太岁星君 is known as Yin Jiao 殷交

Jupiter is the planet associated with the Chinese wood element, known as the wood star

Azure Dragon is known as Canglong or Qinglong in CN. This is the guardian of Jupiter (the wood star).

Blade's fansong equates Yingxing with 听星 (judging star) which is an alias for Taisui Xingjun

You can read my friend's explanation of the relevant line in the fansong below.

Dan Feng's crime was inspired by Chang'E, the moon goddess for stealing an elixir of immortality and Yingxing was inspired by Hou Yi, a mortal and husband of Chang'E (he was given immortality but didn't, this parallels and contrasts Yingxing's immortality)

So there's actually a bit more to this. I'm going to just use my friend's explanation here:

According to Shang dynasty’s Guicang, It is said that there is a moon maiden who escaped to the moon after stealing an immortality pill. This story was eventually given more details: The moon maiden became known as Heng’e 姮娥, who was the wife of Hou Yi - the hero who shot down the 9 suns. Hou Yi was given an immortality pill/herb as a reward, but Heng’e stole it and flew to the moon. In some versions, upon finding out, Hou Yi tried to shot down her to prevent her from floating to the moon, but he hesitated and ended up choosing not to in the end because he still loved her. In the moon, Heng’e stayed in a palace called 廣寒宮 (the Vast Palace of Coldness) and cursed to be separated from her husband, alone with only the moon rabbits and the immortal osmanthus tree forever. Later on, her name was changed to Chang’e 嫦娥 because Emperor Wen of Han’s name was 劉恆 Liu Heng, and so the 姮 Heng part of her name became a taboo. The interesting here is that 姮 (Heng’e), 恆 (Liu Heng), 恒 (Dan Heng) are all alternative ways to write the same character, 姮, which originally means moon, Heng’e. In addition, we also have a lot of official artworks depicting Dan Heng with the moon and osmanthus flowers:

Yeah so I think that just about covers everything. I left out the ones that were self-explanatory but if anyone is still confused about any of them I can try to elaborate further in the replies.

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Hi! Longtime lurker here, I adore your writing and all the oneshots you publish. Do you have any cute headcanons about Optimus and Elita’s relationship (for instance, how they met, deciding to become Conjuxed, and other miscellaneous stuff)?

That I do! I love them very much your honor, so let me specify based on continuity. For now, lets stick to G1. I've had longer to think about them.

G1

Orion and Ariel met in a barfight. Orion decked someone for making nasty comments about Ariel and she in turn decked Orion thinking he was the one being gross.

They made up afterwards with a drink and proceeded to dance the night away, promptly exchanging communication lines.

Once Orion figured out where Ariel worked and after they had been talking for a while, he marched across Iacon in order to sign on at her depot.

Dion thought he was nuts but came along because he enjoyed the drama.

Orion made it a point to be a gentlemech even while working at the docks. He would carry anything heavier than a cat for Ariel's and would go out of his way to get her energon for her so she didn't have to stand in line for rations.

They began courting after Orion got into yet another fist fight in Ariel's defense. He got his face busted in, and while Ariel helped him get patched up, Orion blurted out that he couldn't just let other mechs touch her.

Ariel took that personally and proceeded to become just as devoted as Orion. This earned the duo many gags and amusing reactions from their fellows who referred to them as the "lovebirds".

Ariel and Orion never actually managed to be Conjunxed as dock workers. That came later when they met under the light of Luna 1 before the Exodus late into the war. Optimus brought Elita-One the last crystal rose he could find and asked her to be his Conjunx right there.

She agreed and they spent a mere three cycles together before having to go their separate ways. But Elita wore a simple pendant with contained a petal of that single rose. Optimus for his part carried the piece of Elita's antennae that had been torn off in combat.

During the war, when they were able, Optimus and Elita would call each other by their old names and dance under the stars, singing wild songs from the docks while playing music that didn't match the mood in the slightest.

When the war ended, Elita wept for Optimus during his many moments of death. But after each miraculous return, they would always reaffirm their oaths to each other. Usually with a few soft touches.

Post war, Elita and Optimus are the most sappy couple to have ever become a thing. They are constantly calling each other nicknames like "honey", "Sweetspark", "pooch" (that one is elita's and only for when she's feeling mischievous), "My forever", and Optimus's favorite, "My rose." (For obvious reasons).

They openly wear very obvious marks of their conjunxing now that they aren't being attacked left, right, and center. Elita keeps her pendant but also loves to have a little engraving of Optimus's pet name for her on her neck guard. Slightly scandalous, but she enjoys it, especially because Optimus has "pooch" written on his inner thigh where only she and the very observant can see.

They are also very good at being quiet about their activities as a couple. But when they feel like shooing mecha away, they love to get sappy and gross everyone out of the room.

They are also notoriously dramatic when the situation isn't serious. Put them in a war room and neither will so much as smile. But give them a minor issue, and they can and will make fun of those who are enduring some slight embarrassment.

Whenever Optimus takes on a new apprentice (adopts a child-), Elita has been known to mother them relentlessly in her own way. Some get beat around in training, others get homemade goodies. Others still may end up getting actually adopted.

Rodimus still has no idea that technically he's Optimus and Elita's on paper. Only Kup and Ultra Magnus know. Both think its hilarious and have no intention of telling poor Rodimus anytime soon.