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Stella and Menodora. Stars and Moon.
Welcome @stellabfly!! 🩵🦋
Originally a vibe-check aesthetic for the FCs, and I sort of fell in love with it so here it is! Just some Perhonen-Butterfly-Celestial Body vibes!
#Ch: Stella butterfly#post: aesthetic#about: moon#Save#/ my tagging is a mess... I will fix#Tw insects
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Zoozve, my beloved
#i cannot tell you how much this made me smile just bc it's so full of love#moon#venus#zoozve#long post#sorry about that it's very long but it's very entertaining i hope you enjoy this lil zoozve gem haha#astronomy#astrophysics#space
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not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]
#'your moon is here' things that make me explode like a supernova#UGHHHHHHH what if i was perpetually in your orbit. influencing the tides. protecting you from asteroids. and slowly drifting further away.#then you stopped moving and i was only pulse to your dead heart. orbiting you. right where ive been left. and so you started turning again.#ria.txt#personal#space opera au#(<- not about what you think is about)#hiiii this is gaining traction so glad we're all going insane :D your moon is here is SO fucked up. so good.#xkcd#randall munroe#space#moon#anyways xkcd comics are so good. entertaining witty and informative. check em out!#ok this is about false and ren from hermitcraft#falseren
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Some of us really need to be doing “Finish That Fanfic We Haven’t Updated in a Year November” 💀
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"photoshop/makeup culture is giving people unrealistic ideas about what normal skin looks like" yes i agree BUT: no one is doing it worse than the dark far side of the moon
#you want to talk about acne acceptance let's talk about how horrifying it is to see the moon without her craters#THEY AIRBRUSHED HER ACNE SCARS#where are her beautiful beautiful pores
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How Jax found Gangle’s figure collection in TADC,,
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#tadc#tadc jax#tadc gangle#tadc pomni#tadc ragatha#jolyne cujoh#sailor moon#digital circus#tadc fanart#the amazing digital circus#‘do it or I’ll tell Ragatha about the figures’ what he mean by that#I CAN only envision that gangle must own not only anime figures#but a figure of Ragatha herself#Jax being noisy and getting the best threats ever over gangles#leave my girl alone let them be a weeb in peace#SMALL lil comic I decided to do didn’t have a ton of time yesterday#so hope yall like this lil thing 🩵🩵#gotta draw more fnaf (I say as if I haven’t been drawing fnaf with tadc lmao)
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FREE PALESTINE, END THE OCCUPATION! ✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿
#pigeon.txt#character design#sun coded#sun/moon dynamic#edited from previous post#original post was about writing tropes
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I WAS FUCKING RIGHT
people who disagree or made me embarassed to have had headcanons about this are LOSERS
as i said as soon as i saw this on twitter:
''I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW ITTT I K N E W IT I FUCKING WON!!! I MAY SUCK AT FNAF THEORIES BUT I FUCKING WON AT THIS ONE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO god anyways i love kellen he was an inspo before the dca existed- this guy is such a goat!! autism icon!!''
@basyacriptid i'm fucking losing my shit sorry if u already saw this
#dca#fav#moondrop#sundrop#fnaf#security breach#ok this might not be CANON but it FUCKING IS TO ME#IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF for making that video such a long ass time ago about moon being autistic#a person even came to me and refered to me as the ''person who did the autistic moon thing''
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@scorpling: *galaxy brains* someone should draw the TLT necromancers as their corresponding Sailor Guardians
Me: Oh that sounds like a great idea. Too bad I've actually never watched Sailor Moon tho
Me:
Me: Palamedes in a miniskirt tho.
#the locked tomb#gideon the ninth#harrow the ninth#harrowhark nonagesimus#ianthe tridentarius#judith deuteros#abigail pent#palamedes sextus#john gaius#dulcinea septimus#isaac tettares#silas octakiseron#should I even tag#sailor moon#Minor spoilers I guess but. Not really#I may make a bonus Gideon drawing 👀#Scorps are you happy#Thank you for telling me everything I needed to know about Sailor Moon to do this#Tamsyn drop Alecto news please your fans are drawing the necromancers in sailor moon costume#sailor bones#my art
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I like thinking about how Blitzø and Stolas are compatible in their messed up ways, but there's one clear incompatibility between them, on ground on their unresolved traumas;
Blitzø has anger issues, overactive fight reaction
while Stolas has been verbally attacked & abused by Stella for at least 17 years
Stolas has avoidant issues, overactive flight reaction
while Blitzø has been abandoned and ignored by many people practically whole his life
So it fucks with their relationship.
In Ozzie's Stolas avoids confrontation, Blitzø feels he's ashamed of him and gets upset and aggressive after giving Stolas a lift.
Later in the series, Stolas texts less and ,,gives Blitzø space" which makes Blitzø worried that he's not wanted anymore. Then when he's offered the crystal, it triggers him, making him convinced completely that he's being abandoned again. He jokes rudely, Stolas feels he's mocked and so he leaves, which causes Blitzø to lash out, which causes Stolas to kick him out...
They really need to resolve their internal problems first in order to work out
#sorry i just have lots of thoughts about them#helluva boss#stolitz#blitzø#stolas#ozzie's#the full moon#blitzo#stolas goetia
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The Moon and the President's Wife // BOOM
Bonus:
#I HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS HELLOOOOOO#i spent like 2 hours on this omg gifs take so long i am not good at it#doctor who#dw spoilers#missy#the mistress#best enemies#thoschei#15th doctor#fifteenth doctor#season 14#series 14#boom#gif#gifset#gif making#spoilers#the master#the moon and the President's wife#parallels#the magician's apprentice#the doctor falls#dw edit
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The Story of Moon and River
Summary: Some insights to Moon and River's marriage. Characters: Moon Perhonen Butterfly-Johansen, River Johansen (NPC), Stella "Star" Butterfly (mentioned) Word Count: 2,130
He’d charmed her when they were children, sitting together in mid-summer, watching their families play Game of Flags. A ‘brutal’ fight for dominance, a variation of King of the Hill. With magic, and wrestling, weapons, risk…
River Johansen, 14, too young to play. Menodora Perhonen, 13, too valuable to play.
They sit a respectable distance apart, seeing as Menodora was a future Countess and River was from a noble family but not nearly as ‘important.’ Menodora thought that was a useless comparison.
It wasn’t until she was sixteen that she had played Game of Flags. What a terrible, terrible year.
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…”You won't be playing Flags today,” Moon would tell her daughter one day. “Why not? You played Flags when you were my age,” her daughter would protest. “I did a lot of things you won't be doing” …
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The next summer: River, 15. Menodora, 14. The same place, under the summer canopy.
He sits closer to her then, only by a few inches. They sit and laugh, ignoring the brutal game before them. If asked, neither of them would remember who would win.
“You’re the future Grevinde,” River had said, realizing he was getting too familiar.
Menodora had laughed, the use of the future, formal title tickling her. “That doesn’t make me so special.”
River blushes. “Well, I think you’re special no matter what.”
Was it flirting then? Was it being friends? She wondered how many times River had made her laugh in those earlier years. He had come by the estate a few times, against his parents' wishes, bringing flowers from his own home. She had found them quite charming, a departure from the heather that grew around hers.
She’d invited him for dinners, walks on the moors, an odd swim in the river (much against everyone’s advisement.)
It was never an issue. River treated her with the utmost respect.
If Moon was more cynical, more aware, she might have admitted that – aside from her mother – River was the only person who really treated her like a person.
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“I don’t understand why you like him,” Hekapoo had said, rolling her eyes at the notion of River having another dinner with the family. “Oh, leave her be,” Comitessa had said, pulling yet another pie from the oven. “He’s just a friend, Hekapoo.” “And if he becomes more than that–?” Was the reply. Menodora sat quietly in the corner, her history books in front of her face, relatively ignored.
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Menodora had invited two people to that fateful banquet. Her advisor, tutor, and closest friend…. And River. River, who had sat next to her at her special invitation. Sure, his father gave her a sideways look, but he also seemed to appreciate the way she was kind to his son. The way she didn’t lead him on – since River’s own insistence was that they were friends.
He’d been the one to walk her to her room when she’d gone nearly comatose from the shock of the evening. After all her tears had been used up and countless people had failed to pull her from the bloody hall.
River had pulled her up and supported her as they walked somberly through the halls.
“She was a good woman,” River had said, his words barely above a breath.
Moon sniffed. Part of her wanted to snap and she that her mother is a good woman, or is the best person… but the fire dies in her as River squeezes her hand.
They hadn’t kissed or even hugged that night. He’d left her off to her room before traveling home at night himself. She’d been grateful, but unsure how to express that gratitude in all her mourning.
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“Maybe w-we should let Moon decide. She is the queen,” River says, meekly. They were standing over a makeshift war table. River, herself, some lords and ladies, Hekapoo and Mina, and the rest of the Commission… Moon had smiled at him. Another Lord, Mildrew, had protested. “She just lost her mother, River. She needs time with her feelings.” Moon had tightened her smile, and attempted to look regal. (She was only sixteen.) “I am the Countess now, so I will make the decision. My decision... is that I will make a decision at dawn.”
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Why had she said decision so many times?
River had caught up to her, both of them in their mourning blacks. Some others had been so kind as to don them, but not many. Power struggles brought out the ugliest of people.
He’d brought her some food while she paced nervously in the hall. Protein-rich, she’d noted.
“It’s how we Johansens apologize,” River had said, and suddenly he seemed self-conscious of it. The Countess Menodora was a lady. Apology Meat wasn’t the thing she needed. Maybe it was…
She hugs him, carefully not to topple the plate in his hands. He’d awkwardly rested his hand on the small of her back. She had appreciated it greatly.
When they did finally break apart, she took the plate gratefully and went back to her room to think about her decision.
And with strength, or cowardice, she didn’t understand…
She turned to unknown, unspeakable help.
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“Countess Moon! You did it!” “Oh, my gosh, River!” A hug. “Thank you!”
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“Menodora, your hands,” he’d murmured when they were finally alone, waiting in the War Room for the Commission's arrival.
She’d barely noticed by that point, adrenaline pouring from her like a flood. She was exhausted, the magic of the Darkest Spell overwhelming,
“It’s nothing,” Moon had said, brushing him off. She was not going to look weak in front of The Commission. She was not going to have anyone question her.
He doesn’t let her brush him away. He takes her hand, insistent. She could say something, argue with him. Spit back words that could be hurtful and terrible.
She doesn’t. It’s at this moment she realizes he knows what she needs.
He holds her hands close, kisses her magical scars, and gives her another hug. Something more than what it had been before. Something supportive and not so hesitant.
Moon cries then, as she hadn’t let herself do since the actual banquet. The sting in her hands and wrists is persistent, and she doesn’t know what it is she can say now to make it go away. She doesn’t think she can make it go away.
He’d found her a book, later, on glamours and illusions. She was no illusionist herself, light magic having been her specialty, but she was able to master one spell. Her hands appeared as they once did with such a spell, no longer showing the dark magic, or the burns she acquired in her training.
Things could have been ideal.
And then they sort of were.
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Summer, once again: River, 20. Menodora, 19. The Veranda.
She had said ‘yes.’
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They got married under a similar canopy as the one they’d first met under. Even the heather seemed to sing in celebration as Moon had walked through it, white dress and all.
It was strange to have a wedding like this, with no mother or father to walk her down the aisle. It was offered to her by some relatives, but she’d evaded their generous suggestions. She walked by herself, her train staining purple in the heathered-dew.
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“She’s perfect.” “She has your eyes.” “That doesn’t say much, my eyes change as easily as the weather.”
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It was years until Stella was born. Almost long enough that Moon may have given up hope. Your late twenties was borderline unacceptable, according to some members of the Commission.
How archaic to expect her to provide an heir.
In some ways, they blamed River. Moon thought that was wholly unfair. It was her fault, it had to be. Something was telling her she wasn’t ready to be a mother. Or maybe it was something she hadn’t wanted.
She could admit she was wrong when she first held Star.
River had held Stella out to her, but Moon had hesitated. Her hands were stained like pitch, There was something so unclean about the idea of holding someone so perfect as Stella with hands that had come even close to killing.
But Star reached for her first.
And then there was nothing to keep Moon from her daughter.
River had taken a photo of them that day, locked in a box away from the rest of the world. It’s the only photo Moon has with her stained hands. And it was…. It hurt.
Is that hiding? She’s always hiding things from Stella. It doesn’t make for the best relationship.
‘Because I said so,’ isn’t the best parenting. But it’s what Moon knew.
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A conversation that never happened: Star: Why?! What happened to cool warrior countess Mom?! Moon: I was never a cool warrior countess, Star. I was a happy-go-lucky girl like you. Or… it hasn’t happened yet.
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“You’re rubbing your hands again,” River says, approaching his wife. He holds out his own hands, and Moon does as she always does. She reaches out and takes them, allowing River’s thumb to run over the backs of her hands.
It’s soothing. Calming.
Star, 10, plays out in the garden, chasing butterflies outside the grand windows. Moon sits by the window seat, River joining her.
“You worry too much, my dear,” River says, quietly. His voice is lower, and he’s grown into his features. He’s handsome, her’s kind. Sure, he can be rambunctious and, affectionately, absurd. He loves her, though. That’s something Moon would always appreciate. “You’ll wear your hands smooth.”
Moon smiles wryly. Says nothing.
River pulls them closer and kisses them. Her palms, wrists… slowly, the darkness washes over them, the glamor melting away. He’s the only one who gets to see this weakness. He’s the only one she’ll permit to see this failing of hers. Only one other person had seen it, besides. And they didn’t matter anymore.
“She won’t hate you for these things,” River says, what he means remaining unsaid but loudly understood.
What he means: Going to drastic lengths to protect the County. What she thinks: For becoming a monster myself.
“It’s because she doesn’t know yet,” Moon says. “The moment she does…” She pulls her hands back, “she’ll turn from me. I expect it, I know it. She’ll be disappointed. She is too good and too kind for the world she’s inheriting.”
It’s a bitter thought that River is far too familiar with.
“You, my dear, need to be kinder to yourself,” He chides. “You say such horrible things about yourself, and think even worse. You forget that I know you, and I love you despite all the faults you think you have. I think you ought to do the same.”
Moon shakes out her hands, the illusion resuming. She finds herself tired, suddenly. River stands with her, offers his arm. Let’s go for a walk in the heather, my love. It would do you good.
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“I don’t want to fight you!” Moon cries, light sword in hand, ready to swing. Hands tense. “Then don’t!” River says, calmly, dropping his own flag. A betrayal to his family on such a day as this. “You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone. Especially me.”
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The Game of Flags was an annual occurrence. Possibly a fight to the death, in the name of honor and bragging rights. It was a silly Mjaunie custom, but Moon found that any tradition had at least some place. They wouldn’t be anywhere without the past lighting the way to the future.
River walks towards where the two of them had been sitting, Moon laying back against the grass. They are exhausted. Tired. Her hair is pinned up off of her neck, her dress looks like it had been through a war of greenery.
Had Moon won? Yes. Did she feel she earned it? Not really.
Comitessa Perhonen is nearby, packing up the copious number of dessert tins that she’d brought. Moon’s Aunt Etheria was busy talking Moon up to another lord of another house.
“I– I brought you some water,” River says, sitting beside her.
Moon, an arm over her eyes, smiles without looking at him. “That’s very nice of you,” she says, sitting up. She takes the water, sipping it down, keeping her eyes averted from River. Then, after a moment, “I’m sorry you didn’t win.”
River smiles softly, and it strikes Moon in a way. A flutter in her stomach. In her chest.
“I think we both won today,” River says with that same soft smile. “When you win, I win, Moonbeam. I think that’s pretty fair, don’t you?”
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#mine#doctor who#dwedit#david tennant#matt smith#ncuti gatwa#catherine tate#karen gillan#arthur darvill#millie gibson#dw spoilers#ok just finished watching boom and it was so good!!!#moffat's dialogue... honestly i've missed it so much#everywhere is a beach eventually#fish fingers and custard!!!!!#the moon and the president's wife#when the doc was rambling about the word smelted#ok i guess i'll gif all of this over the next few days hehe#good night for now!! :D
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oops..?
#for clarification they are just sarcastically repeating something vanessa has joked about previously#fnaf moon#fnaf dca#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf self insert#moon fnaf#fnaf moondrop#kirbsart
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solar totality
#happy eclipse day here’s how I can make this about luzo#something something the sun came down to earth to kiss the moon#zolu#luzo#monkey d. luffy#roronoa zoro#one piece#one piece fanart#my art#luffy#zoro
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Michael knows FNAF Moon is a lawsuit waiting to happen
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#vanessa fnaf#fnaf vanny#fnaf moon#moondrop#michael afton#security breach#fnaf pizzeria simulator#fnaf fanart#I don't think I've drawn Michael meeting moon yet#AND TBH he could tell instantly he's a liability#he owned a pizzeria he knows lawsuits#he can just sense moon would cause a ton of issues#AND HES RIGHT#moon literally canonically has multiple complaints about him#from scaring children at the daycare#I can't imagine how much Vanessa has had to see 💀#she knows all this dudes crimes#MOON is kinda insulted tho#he’s just a silly guy your honour
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