#blinding moon

[cryptidclaw]

What if Leafpool dies in the great battle after Blinding Moon is defeated and replaces her as cat god? What then ? >:3

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Vanessa doesn’t know Moon’s crimes,,

[deceptiveshadow]

we like memes

[echollama]

Lantern Rite 2024 doodles!

This year's event hit a bit close to home for me personally, and I loved it🥰🥰🥰

[0ffisially0ll0]

with the knowledge that these goobers used to do theatre performances, I made mock-up tickets for their theatre :D

[rozsune]

So I created an AU I'd like to title Blinding Fear AU. I am making a fanfic on it on AO3, called Blinding Fear ofc. And this is the boyos designs and if you're here from AO3 hi this is my tumblr account and yes hi spoilers for Moon's design he doesn't show up till chapter 3 ;) I hope you guys enjoy this AU as I post art on it and update the fic

[plumsymilktea]

The most radiant start of them all.

[itsallaboutthebirds86]

New headcanon that Mirara’s mask is hereditary to the station, and no one in the history of the Coven of Elders has ever seen the face of the Witch of the Waning Moon, only knowing her by name and voice, like trying to recognize shadows from one another

Imagine Mirara showing up to her very first Conclave, staying silent under the mask, and the other witches not noticing anything’s off until Hakea slowly looks over to her and says “well? Are you going to introduce yourself, new sister?”

[chui--3]

Get Distorted.

Finally got around to drawing Carmen in her nomal look

I really like the way i did hair, and this is rare

[moongothic]

Madoka is the promise you won't turn from a child, full of hopes and dreams and the wish to save the world, into a bitter adult who just wants to hurt others and ruin people's lives

Madoka promised to be there for you to remind you of the person you wanted to be and to stop you from becoming what you sought to destroy

Madoka made that promise and became the very embodiment of it

[thebottomfromhell]

wait: you the moment Muzan was asking that person if they looked sickly? before he killed them I mean what if, that happened again with someone else(reader, perhaps?) but they end up being blind (and he didn't know until reader subtly points it out)? like he asks and reader says 'I'm not sure what you're asking, but you sound pretty healthy.' all genuine smiles and all

I would change the scene a bit for it to make sense, but Muzan encountering blind reader is a lovely idea.

So, also I did this one before others I still owe cuz I'm literally sick, and I always become lazy when sick, and it was the one I needed to think the least. I should feel better by Monday, but I wanted to keep the promise of 2 post per week.

Muzan encounters GN Blind Reader in the scene of the alley

Warnings: Mentioned non-character human death, Implied life-threat to reader and Open ending.

You were born blind. Your mother more often than not said you cried a lot, both as a baby and as a toddler, scared, because you couldn't see anything. The second you didn't have someone touching you you feared you got lost or abandoned, so you cried. You stopped crying when you started to grow up, thankfully your parents were quite wealthy, so you never had problems with being sustained, even if with your current condition living a normal life, like getting a job and starting a family, is harder than normal.

You never let that bother you, though. Also, your other senses do help you around a lot. You can hear, smell and touch your way through most places, so as long as you have your loyal can, you are more than fine. This night, you can sense due the lack of sun rays in your skin, is a busy one. You don't even know what took you so long, since you were only buying some sweets in a shop you go a lot. Since the woman that makes the sweets knows about your condition, sometimes she sneaks some more samples, thinking you don't realize the rations are bigger than normal. Still, it's an endearing gesture.

But the crowd tonight is making it harder to go home, it's too loud and full tonight, so using the temperature of the walls you guide yourself to an alley, there the stones are colder since they didn't get the sun's heat during the day. Then... there is a scent of blood. You know how it smells, since you were little you were able to recognize your mother's periods to the smell in the kitchen when the cooks are cutting the meat. But in those times the smell was diluted, but now it's strong, pungent. Is someone bleeding out? Should you call for help?

No, if it's so bad, it's probably a murder in the alley, if you draw the attention to yourself you might be the next victim, so you make the best to calm yourself. You are blind, so as long as you pretend to be oblivious to what is going on, you might have a chance to flee. You have done this before, not with MURDER, but you have had your fair share of stories of finding people having sex in alleys, and pretending to not know.

"What are you doing standing there like a freak? Can't you see what is going on?" Says a voice, it's rather sweet and soft, clearly manly, you would dare to bet it's a healthy man from his twenties to his mid thirties. In any other situation, you might have even been smitten by the voice. But now.... "No sir, as you might have realized... I can't see. Did I interrupt on something?" You ask, trying your best to keep your nerves under control. You hear steps, shoes with platforms from the west? Is the murder someone wealthy? They are comming towards you. And you know it's not the victim. The victim would beg, run, shove you to scape... not walk calmly towards you.

You move your staff on the ground, making little hits from side to side, hoping it will make this person keep it's lenght as distance. He stops when you hear the edge hit his leg. You stop the movement. "Scaping the crowd, huh? Seems we are not so different from one another. I'm sorry for my tone earlier, I needed some time alone, the city can be upseting at times." Before he sounded as if he was containing his anger, but now... it's gentle, even nice. You can feel hands, not so big or thick, but very strong, in your shoulders, as he guides you to turn around back to the streets. "This alley is infested by pests, let me help you in the way out. Let's go sit somewehre else." You let him, because you are afraid of what he will do if you don't.

You do relax in the crowd for once, though, since is improbable he will do anything to you in front of other but... no one is reacting. Shouldn't he be covered in blood? Then again, he doesn't feel wet, even id the faint smell is still there. Also, he moves you gently, making sure you don't trip or bump into anyone or anything, constantly telling your the name of the streets you are going and describing them for you to know where you are, more or less. He is precise, you know exactly how to go home from here. Part of you wonders if you should tell the authorities, but... would they believe you?

"Here. Here we should be able to rest." You both sit on a bench, there is something off about this man, but you don't know what. "So, what is your name? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." You nerviously grip tight the bag where you have your sweets, not knowing how to react. "Y/N...." you answer, if only to be polite. "Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you. Do you live nearby? Have anyone who is supposed to pick you up?" You don't give the exact location, but you asnwer "I live near by. With your descriptions I should be able to get home from here by my own."

"Is it really? Then, I have other matters to answer to, so I will stop keeping you. We might see each other again." He says and... gone... you use you staff after some seconds of silence to check and he is really gone. Or farther than the staff's full lenght's reach. How? You didn't hear any steps or sense any movement. He is just gone. What? How?

You stay in the bench for a while, could it be that you have gone mad? Is this a dream? Was it part from your imagination? Was the man a ghost? You stay a while trapped in your thoughts before going home. Some days pass, weeks, more than a month, and you get to almost forget about the experience. It probably wasn't what you thought, and you will never se that man again, so why worry.

Then, one night your father tells you to go to the main room to meet his new business partner adopted son's. He is a lot younger than you, around half your age, but it seems it will be your job to entertain the child while your parents make business. The kid is very quiet while everyone else is here, it makes you wonder if he is even there. Then, you hear it again. "I told you we would meet again, Y/N." You freeze, it isn't coming from the child, is it? "How would you react if I told you I can give you sight?" You are blind under the situation, no pun intended... Just who the hell is this guy?

"My name is Kibutsuji Muzan, never repeat it."

[cryptidclaw]

Oooooughhhh if you do give Moth Flight/Blinding Moon a fourth kit that’s the first Dark Forest spirit I’d scream.

Would they keep the bird theme? I could see them having the Fall suffix for thematic purposes (like they fell from grace or something).

ehehehe Im defo thinking imma go with that!!!!

Im thinking maybe their name could be Mocking Bird, slightly deferent from the other 3's name style but still a bird! also if im going with Holly being their reincarnation... Mockingbirds are a type of bird who are associated with holly trees (I think they use them as shelter and food)

[nekoekko-art]

Obligatory pic because granny came home after 20 pulls ✌️

[deceptiveshadow]

Checking in. BOY I struggled with this for no reason.

[professional-d]

TOGETHER, LET’S YEARN AND OBSESS OVER EACH OTHER!!!!!! mmgmrmrmggmmgmggmmg. I thought it would be fun cuz these ego are similar enough in what it represents for these two. So i thought id draw them together……. I have more ideas coming up…i just need to draw it….rhhhhhh..yeayyyy

[agentc0rn]

O Blinding One

You whose longstanding presence once pervaded every space

Till they stripped you of your light, fractured you and scattered you as fragments,

What you were, now an ephemeral state that cannot be attained in full again, an eclipse of your former Being