#cause yknow. moths to light

[angrycloudcrown]

Sometimes I think I'm a regular fandom person and then I get brainrot for the most embarrassing trainwreck piece of media and then I remember this is why I picked tumblr to be my main social media platform because obviously the people here would have the same fate

[silverag09]

5am rambling about Sky cause my sleep schedule is severely wack - includes personal headcannons about lore lmao- everything below the cut so you don’t get blasted with a billion words ✨

Heads up: this is not a fun silly Headcannon. It is

s a d.

You’ve been warned. There is a cute little doodle at the very bottom of this to make it up to anybody who reads this tho

This mainly pertains to moth players and Eden, I came up with this after watching a few folk’s own lore videos on their sky kid’s backstories and whatnot- imagine

Yknow all the moths you’ve adopted, guided through the world and befriended in the process? Once they enter Eden, that has the potential to determine their entire fate.

The moth’s who enter Eden, with or without your help, have to make it through. One way or another. Or, they don’t. They quit halfway through because they’re too afraid, or they don’t understand what they’re meant to do. Some manage to make it through Eden, but then think that’s the end of the game. No more, no seasons, no travelling spirits, no upcoming events, nothing.

I imagine the moths who never fully make it through Eden simply just.. die, in a sense. Their light, their soul, whatever you may call it, was not strong enough to withstand the storm and they simply perish and become one of the many statues trapped there, until you eventually come for your next run and free them.

Alternatively, the ones who make it out but quit shortly after - they were corrupted in some form by Eden - namely, the same power that may or may not have corrupted Resh - the Eden elder and/or king. I have my own theories about Resh too- but that’s for another time. They don’t continue, so their light/wings don’t grow stronger. Almost like an infection, they don’t have the strength to fight off the ‘virus’ (the corruption) as time passes, they remain stagnant and the corruption chips away at them until they ‘die’.

The sky kids who’ve fallen to corruption eventually return to either the wasteland or eden. Those who find themselves in the wasteland deteriorate slowly over time, transforming into crabs or simply dying, their bodies becoming seeds for dark plants to take root. Those who end up back in Eden aren’t so fortunate to have such a peaceful end. And I’m using the term peaceful very, very lightly.

Those who returned to Eden are back in the direct line of contamination from, as stated previously, the same power that corrupted Resh - their bodies rapidly deteriorate and give out on them, their remaining light unable to stay strong enough to stave off death. They don’t remain ‘dead’ for long though, the remains mutating into dark dragons or other beings of pure darkness. They wander aimlessly, trying to find any source of light in the hopes that they can relight the fire they lost, have the hope that - as minuscule as it may be - they can return to the lands of Sky and return to their normal life. The consciousness of the child who’s been mutated remains partially intact, that’s the only reason they’re still hunting down anything that gives off warmth - but they’re not aware of what they’ve become. All they know is that they’re cold, and that other sky kids run away from them no matter what they do.

In other words, the sky kids who don’t make it through are eternally trapped, until you provide them brief respite through freeing them during your weekly/monthly/etc runs. That’s why you see them in orbit sometimes. Those who can’t or refuse to continue perish, to put it very bluntly. I imagine after a certain length of time, their remaining consciousness fades entirely and all that’s left is a monster of darkness, wandering with nothing but subjecting others to the same fate as it fell to on its mind, taking out the envy, anger, and spite that got left behind on the poor souls it finds - those that have wandered where they should never have gone.

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Ngl the only reason I came up was this is cause I wanted all the players who’ve quit at Eden, before/in/after, to have a purpose. It sounds bad when I put it like that but idk how else to put it— my old account, I started just before season of dreams started and I quit the same week cause I didn’t want to go through Eden, and I was unaware there was more to the game aside from “fly through pretty world, talk to old spirit looking things, die.” I returned to the game midway through season of remembrance, and I’m very glad I did. I don’t have a lot of headcannons for lore or anything like that, but this is one of them, and as sad as it is- I like it. I love the krill, I love the dark creatures and I love the light creatures too. I feel like the dark creatures don’t get enough love sometimes and I wanted to make something dedicated to them - and, again, it’s sad, but this makes me love them even more- even if I fell asleep by accident while playing that one time and got attacked by the krill and crabs so many times that I got sent to the pity room. Meh.

Anyways, here’s a doodle of my skykid and his buddies to make you less sad 👌

[rusty-gloinks]

24/7 there are always merchandise ideas going through my head /silly

Branded pen (PLEASE)

Uzi’s hoodie replica , almost like in the show (that would be so cool, including the fluff and arm patch)

Flashlight with different character silhouettes, solver symbol, and maybe different colors? :3c (I love lights sorry)

can we get a backpack almost like Uzi’s bat one, I need that too 🙏🙏🙏🙏

BLANKET. I NEED OT. please. With like the official arts on it

more keychain plushies like uzi’s (N, V)

Tessa plushie???? (astronaut version tho) CYN L. PLUSHIE????? PLEA

Cyn animatez I think. But like with the solver claws cause it’s so cool to me, or her holding the earth like in ep 5

more pins cause I’m a sucker for pins (I have so many moth pins and Sanrio and md pins….) specifically Tessa (human or astronautht) and more uzi or new khan/nori pins

J plushie when. Whenever she becomes important enough to become a plushie

yknow itd be cool to have like the ID cards with different character faces on them (Alice, nori and yeva

I thgutnj that is it !!!!!!:3

[sky-formes]

yknow i was just at therapy and a conversation we had near the end struck gold for me . one of the reasons i obsess over fiction so much comes from the sheer dissociation of the self caused by years and years of pain and conditioning into convincing me that the entire world is terrible and horrible and that i shouldn't be alive , twisted into some kind of perception that needs to exist , without a will to die but a will to remove the body .

and it hit me . that must be one of the massive reasons johnny truant is so mecore . the basis is that he becomes obsessed with the navidson record , presented mostly as fiction (at least in his eyes) , and in turn uses it to process trauma . it's not obvious , in fact it gets so much worse before it gets better , but it's what happens . the navidson record helps him through his true deepest fears and sense of worldlike horribleness , caused by the dissociation of the self , to the point where he lies about himself and says even the most blatantly wrong shit about him . he plays himself down as this far-gone guy who never did anything right when in turn he has hopes and dreams and heaps of artistic talent , just with so many issues caused by that trauma and developing mental illness . and the navidson record confronts him with that , confronts him with the reality that he never knew about before , the memories that had been lost in the labyrinth that he had to find , and especially the emotions that he never thought he had , or perhaps he did have , but never knew the root source .

i picked up a grasshopper today because it was beautiful . i had never seen a grasshopper so beautiful . it was a light brown and this crunchy texture almost like a leaf . i saw its wings and almost thought it was a moth , but when i looked closer , i saw it was a grasshopper . i picked it up and walked with it for the rest of the way home , and when i got home , i let it go . it didn't move immediately until i set it on the ground and on its way . i don't think i'll ever see it again , but i hope it knows that i love it and only wish the best for it .

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

due to several factors, including:

what happened to spamton seems like the natural step up fron what happened to jevil: jevil was given information by the manipulator, allowed to “see” beyond his prison with hidden knowledge, but nothing further than that. spamton was given instructions and, presumably, some key that led him to believe that the lightner body and soul would be enough to “ascend” him - but the voice abandoned him before he could actually go through with it.

spam’s fixation on “heaven” (think of the stereotypical sunday church heavan - bright and gleaming white)

the emphasis in chapter 2 on the idea that darkners are fundamentally stuck - they can’t enter the light world, they can’t even leave their own dark world in most cases without turning to stone, and any attempt to fight back against this will either bring the apocalypse or just kill them, depending on strategy

the fact that in order to even have a chance against the next secret boss, according to seam, you’re going to need something called the “shade cloak”

i think the next secret boss is going to be the next step up from jevil > spamton. someone who actually did follow the voice to heaven, to freedom, and it broke them. we know that even knowing about the true nature of their world tends to mess darkners up, imagine what seeing it would do.

maybe they’re still suffused with light, in a warped connection that’s basically a tear in reality. it’s blinding and, unless you have the shade cloak, will instakill you. but despite the fact that it’s breaking them, they’re still desperate to get back into the light.

[flecks-of-stardust]

i am slightly emotional about the storyline for the moths in dreamless. spoilers below, yall know the drill by now

i just. oh my god. i love exploring complex grief

like its not fun to explore, exactly, but it Is cathartic, and that catharsis is fun in a way i guess. sometimes you just gotta make some angst and lean into it and cry a lil yknow

and also the different ways in which the living moths grieve and the different relationships they had with the person they lost, and the closure that they do or dont get in the end and i just

it hurts. it hurts so good. maybe this makes me a masochist KJFDGHKJD

idk man. honestly i wasnt expecting a sort of offhanded decision to give markoth a sister and to make marmu thistlewind’s sister to have such a far reaching impact, though in hindsight it damn shouldve. these things have ripple effects; hell like 80% of the reason markoth is the way he is in dreamless is because of losing his sister and the complex grief of knowing shes dead, she has been dead for years upon years, she died for a cause he supports and he knows she knew the risks going into it, but also not being able to properly mourn and move on because she left holding all those ambitions, and then just disappeared like a trick of the light. two hundred fucking years shes been dead, and he hasnt seen her body, he doesnt know what actually happened to her, but he knows shes dead and thats all he has. how are you supposed to grieve properly with that?

and i havent even explored how navath (the seer) deals with her grief about her daughter, since markoth is her son in dreamless. just. god. exploring this is kind of healing for me, in a way, even if they dont quite get closure in the end

im just rambling now but seriously. fuck me man. this is why tragedies exist

[in-glooms]

here’s some spoken word; transcript below + potential trigger warnings in the tags

God, how i long for the memories before 2 in the morning

Once described by someone close as looking like “Hialeah had a baby”

this house hasn’t been my home since at most eight

And i’m not sure i’ve had a home at all since

Strap in for

The beginning of a tale older than time

(maybe things will go better if you learn self-preservation early and stick to it

So you dont go wrong every place i did, so many many times)

Yknow, the story where the family of broken immigrants struggles through

A half-decade-long divorce of the shittiest couple

Who never actually tied the knot

A tale whose repeated faux climax is

Just another addition to the constant exponential increase of ghost scars and invisible bruises

(Both emotional and physical)

Starting with bodyshaming

Moving into me being the reason they still live together

and don’t forget the belt

don’t forget “la chancla”

cause im hispanic and 

can’t get through this if someone doesn’t make a joke about it

cause its always just a joke

and this ends with a lack of breath that’s all in my head unless it’s one of them thats struggling to breathe

oh, and don’t forget the postscript marks

Where i try not to break down in public

And consistently fail, miserably the victim of my own tears

This tale that’s punctuated by years of repression

Because if i hated myself enough to come out

I’d be on the streets within seconds with not even words to keep myself sane

And I’d tear this household apart by myself, just by existing

No help needed from the sexist pig who just had to cheat

and Then had the audacity to lie about it

It’s just the child who lost their naivety at nine

Not anything to do with the woman who’s been holier-than-thou since 1964

I haven’t had a home since i was eight

I thought i had one when i was 13

But that was fleeting

she was a pseudo-oasis

Because i was always too quick to love

And even quicker to hate myself for it

I thought i didnt need anyone back then

I wanted to not need anyone so badly

So i pushed her away until she pushed back

then by the time i thought i was ready to give it another go

I was already out of the game and i had had way more than just three strikes 

And now i’m still recovering from that dizzying fog and the irrational poison that keep choking and clouding my mind

I thought I had another when I was 14

But no one was surprised when summer rolled around

And all these teen girls i thought loved and supported each other, including me for the first time

They stopped talking to me and inviting me to things

Minus that occasional pity text from one to talk about her life and her interests

Because i’m not special and i was never just one of the girls

(i could never be just any girl)

But it’s fine because since i decided to stop being an oppressive ignorant dickbag

I’ve come to the realization my name doesn’t rhyme with bitter or better off

It rhymes with i should be used to abandonment by now so there’s no use crying about it anymore

And when i’m 15

I’ve stopped expecting homes

Knowing they’re usually just a poor overcompensation of hell

The only homes i know are intrusive thoughts

the only constant i’ve had since before i lost the first one

Until now when i’m missing eleven eleven

Because if i’d spent more time with the bullies

Maybe none of it would’ve hurt this much

Or maybe i would’ve gotten better at hiding the pain at least

Going on 16 years now and

I’m finally able to recognize my homes

Home is her warmth

From her fingertips to her shoulders

More permanent than the air we breathe

Home is lying next to, with, and on my loves

Whether on the coziest carpet

Or with the spikiest pebbles engraving our backs

As we take in the fine line between the sun’s dreams and the shade’s hope for the future

Home is being curled up next to one of the best girls i’ve ever known

Underneath the softest blanket

While she insists she knows the spelling of my name better than i do

As we play games meant for children and

Laughing at some insignificant extremely scandalous thing

That’s actually quite nerdy

While we both ponder the best people we wish to know

Home is dancing in the moonlight

Awkward half or overdone sways accompanied by whispered or screeched lyrics

Never in between

Leaving tons of breathing room for jesus

Who’s honestly dying in his boa constrictor sleeves

Home is that quiet lust we won’t talk about

That pining anchoring me to the night

With thoughts of your awesome eyes and their light drawing me in like a moth

And your possible lies

(how i’d love to be the one you tell them to)

Home is that foreign red conquering my cheeks when you look at me

Because i don’t blush

But god do i burn

Home is your listening to all my incoherent 3 AM ramblings

Those interruptions and the way you actually entertained them

Even if it’s been a long day and we were both dying inside

Home is listening and being listened to

Not being silenced or pitied but just understood for a minute

Home is gaming machines screaming their cyberheads off

Followed by chuck e cheese himself spinning around and dabbing with one of his legs just half up in the air

Home is the feeling of being caught in a glow

Like we’ve all just climbed everest

And aren’t going back down anytime soon

Home is living in these moments, cherishing them

And keeping them close and warm inside

Home is realizing

I might be anchored to overdoses and arrests but

That doesnt mean i am them

I am never going to be just my traumas

I can’t go back to the memories before 2 in the morning

But i know they’ll never live up to what those just past midnight were

[somberfall]

All those emojis cause I'm way too lazy to tyoe them all. Have fun

I hope you know you’re dead to me now

☝ - How tall are you?Like five seven idk




✔ - Sexual OrientationSuper bi super fly




🚬 - Do you Smoke?Used to but if I’m stressed I have an emergency pack >


🍷 - Do you Drink?Again I used to but I can’t stand it now




♒ - Do you Take Drugs?Nope




😳 - Age you get mistaken for?Idk like early twenties???




💉 - Have Tattoos?Check out this post:http://somepiecesofmyheartandsoul.tumblr.com/search/Transformandblackout+




✏️ - Want any tattoos?I need so many tattoos. I’m gonna get a gaming sleeve




✂️ - Got any Piercings?Nose and ears. Had my lips pierced but yknow family drama




✌ - Want any piercings?Take a guess




👌 - Best friend?@exploring-time-and-space and one who is now dead to me




♥ - Do you like anyone?Alistaire. My snake. Also someone I don’t talk to anymore. Whoops.




🎤 - Top 5 favorite bands?In no particular order: Set it Off, Three Days Grace, MCR, Linkin Park(rip), and Fall Out Boy




🎶 - Top 5 favorite songs?Jesus Christ idk man do I have to? The Light Behind Your Eyes, Sarcasm, Love Me Dead, Nothins Gonna Stand In Our Way, and Control. Good luck figuring it all out.




😒 - Biggest pet peeve?Grammar mistakes.




📝 - Story from your childhood.One time my mom slapped me across the face and her husband called me a bitch because I was restless.




💬 - I wish…I could leave it all behind




‼️ - Something you’ll change?Clothes




💦 - What makes you horny?Biting, scratching, general domination idk I’ve had sex like once




🌟 - A wish you’ll wish for?Didn’t I just answer this




🔥 - Something spicy you like?Chicken wings




👃 You hate the smell of ….Fucking moth balls. My house reeked of that shit for a month and we don’t use mothballs????




👊 - Something you hate?People who hate snakes for no fucking reason




🚶 - Are you single?You know it




💬 - Can we text?You have my number




💌 - Fan mail me?No




💍 - Marry me?God no




💘 - Be my tumblr crush?Hell no




💭 - Favorite foods?Chicken and dumplings, mashed potatoes, fried okra. All from Cracker Barrel




☀ - Story about your day.I saw Jumanji. Loved. It.




💘 - Top 5 celebrity crushes?Chris Fine…I mean Pine, Bill Skarwhatever, Karen Gillian💜💜💜, I can’t think of two more whoops




🎥 - Top 5 favorite movies?Transformers the Movie(the G1 movie), Repo! The Genetic Opera, I can’t think of the rest




📺 - Top 5 favorite TV shows?
impractical Jokers, Tiny House Hunters, Cupcake Wars, How I Met Your Mother, Adam Ruins Everything

✏ - Random fact about yourself.My middle name is Wolf




✈️ - Where are you from?Earth(maybe)




🚀 - Where do you wanna visit?I have a bucket list of waterfalls I want to visit before I die. Also Iceland




😍 - Do you have a crush?Didn’t I answer this? On someone I don’t talk to anymore




😷 - Something you hate eating?Cheese




🙈 - What makes you shy?Literally everything




💃 - Can you dance?Doubt it




💏 - Do you love anyone?Alistaire




👟 - Favorite shoe(s) to wear?Black converse




🌴 - A island you would visit?Iceland




🌎 - A country you would visit?Iceland




🌀 - Favorite type of weather?Beach weather baby




🔮 - Do you believe in luck?Sometimes




📱 - What kinda phone do you have?Stupid ass iPhone




📅 - Favorite time of the year?Summer 😎




📚 - Career goal you want?Depends on the day




🍴 - Favorite food(s) to eat?Didn’t I answer this one too? What the fuck




🍭 - Favorite Candy?Idk skittles




🍇 - Favorite fruits?Apple!




��� - Dream car(s)?¯\_(ツ)_/¯ mustang?




🚔 - Have you ever been arrested?Nope




🚑 - Have you ever driven in an ambulance before?Nope




🎫 - Do you have a license?Yep




🚼 - Do you have or want kids?Fuck no




🔞 - Are you under 18?Nope




🐶 - Do you own a pet?Alistaire!




😔 - Something that makes you sad?I have depression so like…everything




😡 - What pisses you off?Me




😏 - What turns you on?Light switch. On. Off, On. Off




😈 - Are you a freak?In the sheets? Doubtful




💪 - Do you work out? Lmao>