#Rivermoon

[orangenfrottee]

Hiram Lodge would be their Evil Queen.

I guess he's after Tuxedo Archie because how dare his daughter Sailor V get the guy he's definitely not soft about?

Just in case I don't actually ever draw these cuties, I just wanted to announce Brother Charles, Chic, Penelope and Uncle Frank the Four Prison Generals.

They are low key evil but actually very protective of some of the Sailor Senshi (plus Tuxedo Archie) and used to be their bodyguards in a past life maybe? In any case, they'd love to murder you.

[desirfictional]

does anyone actually have any posts where people are encouraging harmful transition or? because ive seen. none. and tbh it just kinda seems like some people are upset that dissomei isnt The Only Anti-Transid Term anymore and are exaggerating

[headmategen]

Names: Raven, Amethyst, Lunar, Artemis, Astra/Aster, Twilight

Pronouns: it/its, hx/hxm, nova/novas, nova/supernova, night/nights, moon/moons, vio/violet, hy/hyacinth, lun/lunar, he/him

Gender: Astrumgender, lumessia, aliencatgender, celestiversic, starboy, boything

Sexuality: Gay, aceflux

Age: Voidage, starage

Other identities: Desirnightsight, desirpurpleblood, desirblackblood, desir🌟🫙, desirstar, desirvoid, desirwitch

person base by @ghosting-emojis!

[envihellbender]

Solarpunk MLM

So I did a sort of… D&D if it was set in a Solarpunk future type world.

Characters: Tegin Riverbelly, Ilam Flinteye

Summary: Hundreds of years ago the rich ate to become immobile beasts whilst the poor starved. Those that survived learned to survive on their guts, and now there are towns, cities, and countries that have created beautiful landscapes on their adipose. Some countries have the mountains of human flesh to work from, some have the swamps of lizardfolk, elven fat is better for performing magic, and tiefling fat tends to house the slums.

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Tegin’s family had never left Dewwell before their youngest son got a job in the city. His parents lived in the house their grandparents had lived in, and their grandparents had lived in, and so on and so forth. They weren’t convinced that it was a good change even when Tegin said the best place for programmers was in a dry landscape. That was baffling to his father who’d been a fisherman just like his father, and his father, and his father, and so on and so forth. He never understood Tegin’s love for mechanics and computers, most of Dewwell didn’t. That was why he adored Hesshara, an elf dominant city that was raised on elven adipose. There they had learned to use the magic in the ground and the sun from the sky to bring technology back to what it had been before the immobile ancestors began. That was the sort of thing Tegin’s family considered heretical, and that was precisely why he needed to be far, far away from there. It certainly wasn’t an easy move. For one thing in his office he was the only halfling, the workplace like the city was predominantly elven. Prior to him working there the closest they’d had to a halfling employee was a gnome, who he’d had to explain to his manager Lumaris Rivermoon was not the same thing.

Thankfully the people were nice enough, even if they it didn’t occur to them to that Tegin needing several cushions on his chair and a stepladder to get to well, everything, was not making the place an accessible inclusive workspace. After he’d been working there a month and growing used to the conditions he was curious to learn from Lumaris that they had hired another halfling. Tegin had to admit he was quite pleased as well, perhaps now there would be two of them the office might become more accommodating, he thought. So when he came to work the next day, he found that there someone had arrived early and sat on a chair next to his, leaning awkwardly over to his computer as if he was sat on a pile of cushions, Tegin couldn’t stop himself from hurrying over to introduce himself.

When he got there however he stopped in his tracks and looked at the newcomer a little hesitantly. He wasn’t quite what he was expecting, normally halflings were cheerful and difficult to shut up. This one however wore a hoodie that he had pulled down over his eyes, he was tapping away at his phone and nervously looked up when Tegin approached. His eyes widened, his eyes that Tegin was sure had a vertically slit pupil.

“Hey there,” he said nervously putting out a hand to shake a little too quickly. “I’m- I’m Tegin. We haven’t met-”

“Ilam,” he responded tentatively shaking the hand before withdrawing his strangely long fingers with oddly sharp nails. “It’s nice to meet you,” he added hastily.

“Ah- yes,” Tegin said eventually. He realised it wasn’t just his shyness that perturbed him - Ilam was clearly mixed race, a halfling with … something else. Tegin mentally berated himself, how could he be so close minded? He thought. “Well, that’s my work space so… if you need anything,” he smiled. He was happy to see that Ilam hadn’t touched his space at all, something he’d heard from those who didn’t have to stay in the same spot due to their height was a common problem.

Apart from being a little standoffish, never lowering his hood and having a penchant for knee length kilts over his jeans, Ilam seemed perfectly pleasant to work with. He never forced conversation with Tegin, he always said ‘hello’ and ‘thank you’. As nice as it was to have someone like him, it actually was quite anticlimactic for a while.

However, things changed one night when Tegin was working late. In hindsight he thought Ilam mustn’t have realised that the building wasn’t empty. As a result when Tegin left through the back exit into the employees’ garden he saw something that caused him to feel a cold sense of dread through his chest. He felt it even before he knew Ilam’s secret and he couldn’t explain it. He berated himself for a moment when he realised that the silhouette he saw was Ilam. He got closer intending to say hello but for some reason something stopped him. Ilam was leaning against a tree trunk and tapping into his phone, just underneath the solar panel which powered the cell tower and gathered light reflected from the shine of the elven fat that made up their earth.

There was one key difference which meant it took Tegin a moment to recognise him- he didn’t have his hood up. Tegin saw his hair - mohawk with two pointed tufts of hair poking up… except the latter was not hair. They were two rounded pointed ears. He thought it must have been a novelty headband until he saw that Ilam had fur where his ears would normally have been on a humanoid. He saw the black spots on his pale skin going down the sides and back of his neck. He froze and stared, until he saw Ilam looking back at him with wide, horrified eyes. Before Tegin could react, Ilam turned, dropped his phone and ran.

Tegin was surprised at how calm he was about the situation, it was a shock of course but the fact that Ilam fled as well as his behaviour up until now seemed to suggest he wasn’t rabid or aggressive. They were alone, he could’ve turned and attacked Tegin easily. Instead he left. It made sense, why he kept his hood up, why he was reluctant to talk… He was half gnoll. It seemed obvious now, of course they wouldn’t hire him if they knew. Tegin returned to where Ilam had stood and picked up his phone. Well, there was one way to show that he intended to keep his secret.

The next day at work, Tegin arrived early to try and ensure he’d have some quiet time with Ilam. A potential problem struck when Tegin entered the office and saw leaning over Ilam’s desk a lanky, busybody elf. Tegin knew instantly it was their manager Lumaris and also had a good idea on how to deal with him.

“It’s simply that its unprofessional to wear a black hoodie in the work place, never mind with the hood up,” Lumaris said patronisingly, as Tegin approached from behind. The elf wasstanding so close to Ilam that even Tegin could tell he was uncomfortable.

“Erm- I- erm- well-” Ilam stammered, his pale cheeks burning a deep red.

“Excuse me, Sir,” Tegin interrupted, a fake smile plastered on his face. Ilam tensed as Tegin approached clearly expecting the situation to worsen. Lumaris turned surprised, initially looking forwards and then down at the halfling. “Yes, Ilam probably feels a bit awkward explaining but I think he might be a devotee to Urogolan?” Tegin lied, immediately causing Lumaris to tense and widen his eyes in alarm.

“Urogolan?” He responded, a slight stammer to his well spoken and usually smooth voice.

“Oh! Sorry! He’s the halfling God of death and the earth. Devotees usually keep the hair covered in public spaces, it’s seen as extremely offensive to ask someone-” Tegin continued to which Lumaris raised his hands and shook his head.

“Ah! Say no more! I am terribly sorry, Ilam. I- erm- obviously I respect- if you require any days off for religious reasons please- anyway, excuse me,” he spluttered before hurrying to his office. Tegin smiled as Ilam stared at him dumbfounded whilst Tegin looked through his shoulder bag and pulled out Ilam’s phone.

“You dropped this, by the way,” Tegin said putting it in front of him.

“Why- why did you stick up for me?” Ilam said in a small soft voice. Tegin shrugged and made his way to his desk next to Ilam’s. “I don’t… I don’t understand why-”

“Halflings gotta stand together, right?” Tegin said as he turned on his computer.

“But you know-”

“That you have a great mohawk?”

“No…”

“Don’t worry, your mohawk’s safe with me,” he winked before he began his work, a small smile on his lips.

[ratc-re]

OKAY IM GOING TO PROVIDE SOME FURTHER CONTEXT HERE BECAUSE IM STILL NOT OVER THIS

the cat whos family tree page im on is Tipfeather (deceased) so obviously they arent pictured, they adopted skysplash before they were killed by rogues

litter one: condorheart, tipfeather, mantisjay, and rivermoon

litter two: coyotetail, elmwatcher, yewfoot, and quietkit

litter 2.5 (adopted litter): frogbranch, sorrelfire, and molefeather

litter three: oatpaw, firepaw, and barkpaw

litter four: fadedkit, poolkit, shadowkit, podkit, and beamkit

i think… i think thats enough clangen for tonight…

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Dragonlance: Dragons of Despair Cover Art by Clyde Caldwell

[drawing--dolly]

this is a goldmoon/riverwind love blog

[stars-and-bards]

They're underrated

[grimwoire]

🕯️🎃RIVERMOON GIVING US SOME PRIME SPECTRAL HALLOWEEN POWER HERE!!!! A 1000 THANK YOUS FOR YOUR SPOOKTACKULAR GIFT!!!!!🎃🕯️

🎺💀🎺 DooT DooT🎺💀🎺 The Skeleton Army Sends Their Regards

Thank you!

[mama-mera]

{ Young River x Moon Moodboard }

“ It was a relief to know someone believed in me. Thank you. “

Edit @mory-chan​

[guardianasdelrpg]

pobre Rivermoon el futuro que le depara...// ¿Tendrían la amabilidad de explicarse y ser un poco más específicos? Por favor. No todos estamos al tanto del problema, y más vale prevenir que curar.

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Ahri❤

[rolaholicos]

La paz empieza a resquebrajarse en Rivermoon, cada vez son más las muertes sin resolver. Criaturas sobrenaturales y mortales buscan explicaciones que no hay. Nadie parece estar a salvo ya. 

FORO — BÚSQUEDAS

[desirfictional]

desire2010s tips pleas ,, ? (leaning towards 2010-2014)

ofc! here you go:

♡ watch youtube videos from the 2010s (you can make a playlist to keep track of the videos you like to rewatch them)

♡ engage with media that was popular in the 2010s (and look back at old fanfiction from that time period if you want lol)

♡ look at and save a lot of memes from the 2010s

♡ play old games or older versions of games that were out during the 2010s

♡ wear fashion that was popular in the 2010s

♡ look back at old posts from the 2010s and try to mimic the typing style

♡ use a fake social media app like twinote or a private discord server and pretend its the 2010s (or you could even make a discord server with other people and you could all pretend its the 2010s in there)

[headmategen]

hi there, we currently have no system name but we collectively go by zey&/zem& and you&/your& plural pronouns with the names wish, lunar, or moonlight! on this account we will post headmate packs- you can give suggestions if you want, but theres no guarantee we'll do them because taking requests for this kind of thing stresses us out.

we are bodily an adult and are transmasc, gay, and polyamorous with ADHD, autism, DID, NPD, hypersexuality, and bipolar disorder. we are anti-radqueer and anti-transid, and ask that radqueer/transid folks or supports not interact at all because it makes us very uncomfortable. we are also wishqueer so please DNI if you dont agree with that!

the base we use in our posts for headmate faceclaims was created by @ghosting-emojis so thank you so much to them for making those bases!

about us individually (once again using fake warrior cat names for privacy reasons):

rivermoon: he/it + any ocean or night related neopronouns

crowdapple: he/it/ix

aurorastar: it/ix/god/moon/celest/cloud/star/nova/sky/rain/wing/deity

foxskip: he/pup/yip/play/loyal/paw/tail/fox/sea/purr/fluff/wag/prin/cub

finshine: he/it/fin/mer/sea/tide/splash/glow/wave/shark

check out our desirdae transitioning tips account @desirfictional also!

[gunnigun]

sweet, young love… //chibi River & Moon

You want to see more of my drawing stuff? Just click on the tag “myart” / “my art”

[paperbagedhead]

Adorable preteens!