#creating new constellations and shaping them just so

[hearts-hunger]

no thoughts head empty except for a high fantasy au where josh is a faerie/angel/ghost/deity/something who can catch stars and he teaches reader how to do it too

[marvelshifter111]

Moon child abilities

- cuz it was the last quarter of the moon a few days before

Children who are born on the full or new moon. These are children who have a special connection with the moon, they can talk to the moon and find out the future through it. They have multiple forms, a human form, one for the full and one for the new moon, and they shift into them during the full and new moon. The fuller the moon, the more energy they have. They need the moon like humans need the sun.

Lunar energy absorption - They can absorb energy from the moon, gaining strength and enhancing their powers, especially during full moons or special lunar events.

Lunar elemental control - Users have control over elements tied to the moon, such as influencing shadows or creating illusions using moonlight.

Lunar entity - The user with this ability either is or can transform into a lunar entity, a supernatural entity/being who represents or is associated with the moon and lunar energies - during the new moon

Night vision – users have the ability to see clearly in low light or complete darkness.

Prophecy - The power to receive prophecies through visions and information from higher powers.

Telepathy - Can mentally contact their targets and share information.

Telekinesis - the ability to manipulate objects with your mind, using the magic of chaos to move and control objects.

Healing - The users can heal and restore biotic organisms to their optimal health, curing damaged or withered organisms, wounds, broken bones, low vitality, and diseases/poisoning.

Shape shifting - They have three forms and pass from one to another. They have a human, full and new moon form.

Lunar magic

Dream manipulation

Characteristics

Hair that ranges from silvery white to pale blue or deep midnight black - dark hair if born on the new moon, light if born on the full moon

Bright eyes

Freckles or marks resembling stars - their skin might be marked with small freckles or birthmarks that resemble constellations or moon phases.

Cool to touch

Glowing hair and eyes during the full and new moon

Pale skin

Soft glow in moonlight - when exposed to moonlight, their entire body can emit a gentle glow.

Soft, ethereal voice

Subtle changes with moon phases - their hair or eyes might grow brighter during the full moon or dim slightly during the new moon.

Full moon form: - just an idea

New moon form: - just an idea

- i couldn't find any male photos like these, sorry, gonna try to find something

- edit: found one male ver photo! I can't find anything for the full moon but it also won't fit in the post

I pretty much made this all up myself so it took a while

It's a bit dramatic

Also you probably wanna see this, @moonyshifter

Edit: also i was kinda half asleep when i posted this and i didn't realise i wrote ab.ilities

[awkward-walking-potato]

can I request a stargazing with Logan Howlett and GN!Reader fic? He doesn’t do this stuff, but has taken interest in it because his significant other likes it. When he tries to say something during the viewing above the hill, he stops when he notices the readers’ euphoric and freedom-minded expression, so he decides to live in the moment actually enjoy it :o?

It’s in the Stars

The night was still, save for the rustling of leaves in the cool breeze and the distant sound of crickets chirping. Logan, or as most knew him, Wolverine, sat on the edge of a grassy hill. His rough hands rested on the picnic blanket beneath him, his eyes scanning the treeline with a vigilance that never quite faded, even in moments like these.

Beside him, you lay on your back, staring up at the vast expanse of stars twinkling above. Logan had never been one for stargazing. The sky was just another place to him—something to be watched for incoming threats, not admired for its beauty. But tonight was different. There was something about the way you looked at the stars that made him pause, made him want to understand what you saw when you looked up there.

“Logan,” you murmured, your voice soft, almost as if you were afraid to break the spell the night had cast. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like to change the sky?”

He grunted, not sure how to respond. Logan wasn’t a man of many words, and questions like that weren’t his forte. “Never really thought about it,” he finally replied, his voice gruff.

You smiled, and he could hear the amusement in your voice when you said, “Well, how about I show you?”

Logan glanced over at you, an eyebrow raised. He wasn’t one to indulge in fanciful ideas or flights of imagination. But the way you were looking at him—eyes full of something he couldn’t quite place—made him nod, just once.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the connection within you, the unique mutation that tied you to the very stars themselves. With each breath, you reached out with your mind, feeling the pull of the cosmos, the endless dance of the constellations. And then, with a gentle nudge of your power, you began to shift them.

Logan watched, his skepticism fading as the stars above began to move. Slowly at first, then more quickly, they swirled and shifted, rearranging themselves into patterns and shapes he had never seen before. Constellations twisted into new forms, telling stories that had never been told, painting pictures in the sky that only you could create.

He watched as you crafted a scene of freedom and beauty, a vision of the night sky unlike anything he had ever imagined. The stars, once distant and cold, now felt alive, vibrant with your energy and creativity. It was... mesmerizing.

Logan found himself relaxing, the tension that always lingered in his muscles easing as he let himself get lost in the moment. He wasn’t the type to let go, to just be in the present, but something about this—about you—made him want to try.

As the stars continued to dance, Logan looked over at you again. Your expression was euphoric, your eyes wide and filled with a light that seemed to rival the very stars you were shifting. There was a freedom in your expression that he envied, a joy in the simple act of creation that he couldn’t remember feeling in a long, long time.

He took a deep breath, letting the cool night air fill his lungs, and allowed himself to smile—a rare, genuine smile. “It’s... somethin’ else,” he admitted, his voice softer than usual.

You turned your head to look at him, and the smile on your face was worth more than any constellation you could ever create. “I’m glad you like it,” you said, your voice warm.

Logan nodded, feeling a strange sense of peace settle over him. He wasn’t used to this—to quiet moments, to enjoying the beauty of something so simple. But as he sat there, beside you, under a sky that you had made your own, he realized that maybe, just maybe, he could get used to it.

“Thanks,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of the night.

“For what?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“For this,” he said, gesturing to the sky. “For remindin’ me that there’s more to life than fightin’.”

You reached out, your hand finding his, and for once, Logan didn’t pull away. He squeezed your hand, the roughness of his skin contrasting with the softness of yours, and together, you sat in silence, watching the stars tell stories only you could create.

And for the first time in a long time, Logan let himself just be.

[musetember]

your generation has, like, zero attention span for epic tales

Questies! Welcome to Musetember, our prompt challenge during September based on the Ancient Greek muses and the ways their stories and themes can inspire fanfiction and art. 

We have nine different themed prompts and a special tenth - The Chorus - that invites you to participate through commenting or lists of recommendations.

Unfamiliar with the muses? We’ll take you on a journey through them all. Every muse inspires, but each has a domain that resonates with her the most. Write a story that embodies the muse who speaks to you most strongly, or write something inspired by each one in turn. You can interpret their domains as broadly or as literally as you like; the main thing is to create in whatever way feels best to you. 

Calliope invites you to tell us an epic tale. Whether it’s the final battle between good and evil on Andowyne or a re-telling of an ancient legend from the old gods and heroes of our world, this is your chance to go ageless and big. What’s an epic tale? Classically these were long works like The Odyssey, passed down in stories upon stories. Don’t have the attention span for a tale quite that epic in length? Maybe your tale is epic in scale or ambition, rather than word count.

Melpomene looks deep into your heart and asks you, what is the worst that could happen? The muse of tragedy, she has seen over and over again the ruinous and inescapable paths people create for themselves and the ones they love. How could Sorsha doom her daughter to a loveless marriage? When hope is lost, what survives?

Thalia is here to make you laugh. With her, it’s time to embrace the most ridiculous premises, the silliest goobers and the bawdiest jokes you can imagine. Really revel in the humorous side of Willow, a comedy of errors, even a vaudeville au - just don’t forget that happy ending. 

Erato - more like E-rated! Erato is the muse of erotica, so it’s time to get your smut on. Write a moment of intense passion, of aching desire, of the deepest, horniest bond imaginable. 

Clio is your invitation to look into the past. As the muse of history, she’ll be with you whether you’re exploring the story of the first six fey to be cast out of the Grove, or if you’re deep in the research for a historical au in our world. 

Polyhymnia welcomes you to explore religion and ritual. Speak to us of the Order of the Wyrm, of beliefs that shape the lives of the Bone Reavers… or of Catholic schoolgirls just trying to catch a moment together. 

Euterpe sings. The stage is set and the orchestra is waiting - it’s time to celebrate music. Embrace the inspiration found in song lyrics, in band dynamics, in a brand new video edit, or ask yourself: does Kit really know how to play those instruments in her room?

Terpsichore extends her hand to draw you into a dance. From sexy grinding in a modern au to an aching slow dance in the rain, dance can be about self-expression or tight, rigid control. 

Urania looks far beyond this world and draws your attention to the stars, to the two moons lighting up the sky. The muse of astronomy is as present in the far reaches of the galaxy in a sci-fi au as she is in the constellation of Jade’s freckles.

Finally, we come to the Chorus. In Ancient Greek works, the Chorus often represents a voice speaking to or with the audience, a bridge between the world of the story and the world outside it. The Chorus is vital. Without their commentary, something important is lost from a story. Those who comment on fanfiction as just as important - you readers are part of this challenge too! Tell the writers what you’re thinking, how you’re feeling. Leave a comment on a favourite story that fits the thematic domain of each muse. Write up a rec list for your favourite muse, and share your favourites so that others can discover them and dive in.

Rules and some specific writing challenges below the read more!

Writing Challenges: 

Still needing more inspiration? There are different ways you can approach this. You can write whatever style your heart wants, or you could try your hand at one of these challenges that interpret the muses’ calls in different ways. 

The Fragment Challenge Write a drabble of 100 words, or write multiple drabbles as if they were glimpses into the same story with missing pieces in between. For artists, share a fragment of a work in progress - anything unfinished!

The Epistolary Challenge Write in the form of letters, a diary, newspaper clippings, social media posts… Or how about Nockmaar’s trip advisor?

The Lost Scene Challenge Write or draw a scene we missed out on in canon, or a scene that gives the impression it is part of a longer, unwritten fic.

All of these give you a fun way to explore the things you choose not to tell the audience, and play off the Ancient Greek theme that our muses inspire. 

Rules/FAQ

How long does the challenge last?

From September 1, 2024 until Oct 6, 2024.

How do I share my cool stuff?

If it's a fanwork appropriate for AO3, we'd love it if you added it to the challenge AO3 collection, which will be open until the challenge ends!

What pairings apply? Is this just Tanthamore?

This challenge is open to all Willow fanworks! You can create things for any prompt with any character or characters from Willow, you can write different pairings, you can do whatever you want forever. Just make sure that your fics are tagged appropriately!

Can my work be any rating?

Yes absolutely! Write the most E-rated thing your little heart desires, just tag it as such so readers can decide for themselves what they'd like to engage with.

Can it be any length?

Sure! There is no minimum or maximum word limit.

Does it have to be based in Willow canon?

Nope - it can be canon, canon-divergent, or any kind of AU you would like to write!

Does it have to be finished?

Nope, not at all. If one of the prompts inspires you to start a long fic, you are still totally welcome to add it to the collection during September and carry on working on it after the challenge is over.

[shall-we-die]

Hi! may I request sfw hcs of the demon brothers with an MC with a lot of moles all over their body? especially their back face and arms? if you don't feel like doing all of them my order of priority is Lucifer, Satan, Mammon and Belphie. thank you in advance if you end up writing this!

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Lucifer always felt like your moles were like little sprinkles of perfection, he felt so drawn to them, loving the beauty your moles had. Sometimes he'd count them, naming them as stars in the sky... He'd look for new ones he missed, caressing your skin with his long soft fingers, tracing them across, occasionally kissing or biting at certain ones... Sometimes he just wished there were more so he could love them all...

Satan becomes flustered and finds himself distracted by MC's moles. He often finds himself staring at them and wanting to touch them, but he hesitates to express his feelings. He secretly admires MC's moles and feels a sense of possessiveness over them. Satan has a habit of tracing MC's moles with his fingers and planting soft kisses on them. He is amazed by how unique each of MC's moles feels under his touch, and he finds it fascinating that each mole has a unique texture and placement. He is often curious about how many moles they have on their body and spends time counting them when they are cuddling. Satan sometimes playfully connects the dots of MC's moles with his finger, as if he is creating a beautiful work of art. He finds beauty in the constellation-like pattern they form and takes great pleasure in admiring it.

He may find himself fascinated by the moles on your body and want to count how many there are, one by one (bonus points if they are in clusters). He may have trouble resisting the urge to touch them and may do so gently and lovingly, tracing each one with his fingers and admiring the way they look on your skin. He may see the moles as a sign of your uniqueness and beauty, and use them as an excuse to give you extra special attention and affection. He may take an interest in connecting the moles on your body, drawing lines between them in his mind and creating shapes or images with them. He may become fixated on certain moles and want to kiss them or give them special attention when you're intimate. He may see your moles as a physical representation of how special and unique you are, and express his appreciation for them every chance he gets.

He found himself mesmerized by the constellations of moles on their body, each one a point of fascination. As he traced his fingers over Mc's skin, he began to recognize patterns, drawing imaginary lines between the dots to create new stars. He'd imagine them as secret markings, like hidden languages or spells. Over time, he found comfort in the familiarity of her constellations, seeking solace in the constancy of their freckles.

[technically-a-kiwi]

Pizza tower Truest cosmic AU : A small idea

The cosmic realm is home of mysterious beings, constelations, concepts and eldritch monsters. But by far the most unique beings of the realm are the cosmic entities

Cosmic entities are known across mythos, legends and fairytails, as unfathomably powerful beings who shape, bends and create our reality, but also as very silly and funny individuals, with innocent mischief guiding their actions.

The chef:

holder of the power of creation, he is one particular entity, he's the one with the most human like feelings and attributes, not only does he create the world that surounds us, he also cooks and bakes fantastic meals, thus giving him his name (he doesn't know how amazing his meals are, so he's genuinely shoked when someone tells him how good of a cook he is). He's a very stressed out and paranoid entity, with the constant fear of failing the making process of a world and dooming it into destruction and corruption. Other entities don't respect his work, and so they often mess up with the mortal realm, no matter how much he's against it, the rest of the cast doesn't care... Until he reminds them why he's the one holding the power of creation.

The host:

The chef's biggest rival, a real chaos god, loves to destroy anything and cause chaos, he hosts the Noise Nebula Show (NNS in short), of which he's also the productor, director and supervisor. His favorite pass time is to forc invite people into his show and test their sanity, by challenging their cool, physiques and intellect. A very foul trickster, with his own entertainment being his main priority.

The artist :

A strange abstract antropormophic pepper. He's very bitter to not hold the power of creation, he's the mighty cosmic artist, he SHOULD be able to create anything, and just for that he deeply hates the cosmic chef, often calling him a trator. Instead he get's a varient of this power, creating anything as long as it's somehow related to peppers (why ? because it's funny.), he loves to show off his gallery, filled with very odd but beautiful pepper related works of art.

The ticket stand :

fairytales can't tell if this being is really is a cosmic entity, it's a very mysterious creature, often described as some kind of manifestation of the void. It loves to sell tickets and grante peoples wishes by twisting and reshaping reality, it often tests people through series of trials for it's entertainment. The only time where he's described as violent is when people try to scam him, becoming a true monster...

(Mr stick but I can't find a name anymore, banker is just too ridiculous) :

An entity that constantly counts and keeps track of something more or less related to reality, there isn't a single moment where he isn't counting or writting something down his book, what is he counting ? Why does he count ? No one knows but he never stops and gets very upset when "the count is off" ... whatever that's supposed to mean...

The vigil :

A cosmic entity that used to live in the cosmic realm, he left the cast because they where just so chaotic and silly, that was too much... he got accustomed to the mortal way of life and transformed into a mortal, he holds a farm in some far away universe on planete Earth, he fears the other cosmic entities, he's convinced they wan't to kill him or make his new life a misery for leaving the cast.

The tiny constellations :

They are not cosmic entities but where raised by them, in the cosmic realm, they act very child like, small toddlers still learning and growing, but when they transition into the mortal realm, they completely change personality, now being bearers of knowledge and wisdom, sharing with whoever is interested, in fact, most of the fairytales about cosmic entities come directly from them, sharing it with mortals throughout history.

This is just a small idea I've had laying in my mind, idk if I'll fully complete it one day, but in any case here it is

[dreamydelulu]

Freckled fascination

Genre: humor, fluffy, no shipping, casual

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“Hyung, did you notice that your freckles look like little heart shapes? It’s so cute,” Jiwon exclaimed excitedly, pointing out Felix’s endearing feature. Felix, well-aware of the younger’s fascination with his freckles, didn’t mind at all.

With a chuckle, Felix replied, “Well, I guess they are. They’re just freckles, though.”

“No way, they’re so cool! It’s almost like you could see a whole constellation of little stars,” Jiwon expressed, his eyes shining with admiration.

Changbin, always one for playful banter, seized the opportunity to tease their maknae, not missing a beat. “Jiwon, I didn’t know you were into astronomy. Felix’s face is your whole new galaxy!”

Amidst the playful banter, Jeongin couldn’t hide his jealousy. He crossed his arms, adopting a grumpy expression. “I thought you liked my dimples more,” Jeongin mumbled, trying to mask his feelings but failing to hide his sulky tone.

Minho, always ready to stir the pot, teased Jeongin, “Jealous of Felix’s freckles, huh? Feeling left out?”

Jiwon, still in awe of Felix’s freckles, glanced at Jeongin. “Oh, Innie, your dimples are cute too! They’re like small, little smiles on your face.”

Changbin, unable to resist adding to the playful banter, teased, “Looks like our Jeonginnie got a rival for Jiwon’s attention award. Freckles vs Dimples.”

Jeongin’s cheeks flushed pink as he tried to conceal his embarrassment being caught out of guard. “Whatever.”

Felix, amused by the whole situation, added with a smile, “Seriously, Jiwon, you find a whole galaxy in freckles?”

Jiwon nodded enthusiastically, “Yep! I can count them all day, it’s like a constellation on your face.”

Seungmin, intrigued, interjected, “Wait, Jiwon, do you really count Felix’s freckles?”

Jiwon proudly exclaimed, “Of course! I’ve counted them once. Felix has exactly 62 freckles on his face!”

Felix, baffled and slightly amused, raised an eyebrow. “Wait, seriously? I never knew that! ”

Minho joined in, grinning mischievously, “Jiwon, buddy, are you planning to create a freckle map constellation for Felix?”

Jisung chuckled, “Yeah, Jiwon, what’s next? Constellations on everyone’s faces?”

Jiwon shrugged, unfazed by the teasing. “Hey, freckles are fascinating! And Felix’s freckles are like tiny little hearts.”

Felix laughed, enjoying the banter. “You’re making my freckles feel special sounding all magical like that, Jiwon.”

With a gleeful spark in his eyes, Jiwon extended his small hand, pointing at Felix’s freckles one by one, connecting them in an intricate pattern. “See this cluster? That’s Taurus, and those ones right there make up Sagittarius! Oh, and here, this spot perfectly forms the Big Dipper!”

Felix couldn’t suppress his laughter at Jiwon’s imaginative interpretation in a playfull way . “Wow, who knew my freckles were a map to a whole galaxy?”

Chan, thoroughly entertained, joined in the playful banter. “Wony, you’ve discovered a whole galaxy of Felix’s freckles! What’s next, a freckle-based horoscope?”

Jeongin, rolling his eyes at the playful exchange, muttered, “I still think my dimples are cuter, anyways.”

As Jiwon proceeded to detail each freckle’s celestial representation, the other members chuckled at the unexpected twist, finding Jiwon’s exploration of Felix’s freckles both endearing and amusing.

•

Later:

Jeongin, feeling more and more left out, couldn't resist a dramatic reaction when Jiwon moved closer to cuddle with him. "Well, now you want my attention, Am I just a second choice to you? If you like Felix hyung's freckles so much, why don't you just go and stay with him instead of me then?" He said it in a comically grumpy, sulky tone, almost pouting.

Jiwon, still oblivious to Jeongin's mounting jealousy, paused, blinking in surprise. "Oh, Innie, that's not what I meant! I love your dimples too," he exclaimed, trying to reassure his sulky roommate.

Their hyungs couldn't help but chuckle at the entire exchange. Hyunjin, in his typical teasing manner, chimed in, "Oh, looks like we've got a freckle drama in the house now!"

Jisung in his playfully way didn’t let go the chance to tease, saying to the others “I’ve never expected it the day where Jeongin’s gets all jealous over freckles”

Jiwon, in his usual exuberant manner, couldn’t resist teasing Jeongin playfully leaning on the other. As he gazed at Jeongin’s dimple, he reached out, gently poking it with his small finger. “Hey, Innie-hyung, don’t be grumpy. Your dimples are adorable and unique too!.”

Jeongin’s cheeks flushed instantly at the unexpected touch and praise, caught off guard by Jiwon’s antics. “H-hey! Cut it out!” he protested, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. Despite his efforts to appear unaffected, the sight of Jiwon poking his dimple made him feel unexpectedly flustered.

Jeongin, though still grumpy, couldn't help but crack a small smile at the teasing. "I don't care about freckles! Who needs them anyway? I have dimples" he muttered, trying to keep up his façade.

Meanwhile, Jiwon, seeing Jeongin's feigned annoyance, leaned in, playfully ruffling his hair. "Come on, Innie, you know I love bothering you the most."

Their playful bickering and teasing continued, the atmosphere light and fun as always, while Jiwon remained clueless about the real reason behind Jeongin's sulkiness. Eventually, their camaraderie triumphed over any fleeting moments of jealousy, leaving them all in good spirits by the end of it.

[beneathcandycoatedclouds]

Thoughts on the source of the Regret demon in the rotunda in the short story Callback;

I have seen some posts circulating this app about the regret demon in Tevinter Nights’ Callback and if it is the regret of the inquisitor, Solas, or combined, and had to bring up my favorite thing in the story: Regret’s dialogue is in Solas cadence (Hallelujah!)

Furthermore, other than some of the obvious lines like “I am the regret of a god!” I do think there are some interesting parts of Callback that point to the specific regret and choice that the demon was formed from. Obviously, the demon takes form from the Solas’ paintings/frescoes of the inquisitor’s choices and story in Inquisition that Solas witnesses. However, there are some other interesting hints. Firstly, while the signs point mostly to this being the regret of Solas, there are some hints to some of the Inquisitor’s regret as well.

Throughout Inquisition, the Inquisitor and their might is often compared to that of a dragon. Solas is the dread wolf. In Callback, the form of the creature is described as follows; “It snarled a toothy growl, a sound that - like its shape - was somehow between wolf and dragon” (Pg 122). This could serve two purposes; as a connection to the specific guilt that Solas has regarding the inquisitor, whether that is how he sort of used them while they are in possession of the anchor, the betrayal when he leaves, the lies he told that he was simply an apostate, etc. It could also be regret regarding his relationship with them.

However, the Inquisitor is not the only one to have dragon imagery. The elvhen goddess Mythal is also compared to a dragon; "Mythal is often depicted as a dragon or a female humanoid figure with dragon head and wings. Some scholars have speculated that the constellation Silentir, which is depicted as either a dragon in flight or a man carrying a horn and wand, may have originally been a representation of Mythal" (Link). Beyond this, Mythal's known host is Flemeth, who has the ability to turn into a dragon, likely from her connection to Mythal.

The description of the wound that the demon suffers from Sunderland follows the description of the creature. While the wound was just created, it feels too intentional after a description of the demon’s form. “The wound in its chest remained, but it filled and discolored with new material” (122). My personal take on this is the heartbreak from the regret that Solas suffered, whether the inquisitor romanced him or not, and the possibility of the heartbreak of Mythal's murder in ancient times being repeated through Inquisition. More importantly, it symbolizes dealing with heartbreak through other means - not really healing or recovering from it, but filling it with something else to abandon the feeling rather than own/accept it. Regret seems to agree based on what follows.

We later get a glimpse into Regret’s experience and how it thinks about Solas’ regret compared to the fight in the short story. “Regret expected resistance. It had never been accepted. Never owned” (133). This tells us that even after years, the regret over the choice Solas made was never really fully processed by him. This is equally heartbreaking considering the likelyhood that this is a repeated heartbreak, first with Mythal and later with the Inquisitor, romanced or no.

However, the story ends on a hopeful note regarding this regret; in two specific places, firstly; “For a moment, the sunlight illuminated something within - a sliver of the spirit that might have been. Not the opposite of regret. A different flavor, or shade. Contemplation. Introspection. It felt the echo of the actions that had summoned it” (135-136).

This could mean several things. One of which, that Solas’ inner conflict about the “realness” of the people he was working with was so potent that it attracted a spirit from the fade of contemplation or introspection. At multiple points, romanced inquisitor or not, Solas must come to terms with the Inquisitor’s inner circle being made up of real people. He forms relationships with everyone the inquisitor travels with. Varric and Solas are fast friends, and Varric makes him question his beliefs constantly, with Solas admitting he hadn’t thought about things a certain way or that he was just wrong before Varric explained a different way to look at the world and it’s people. Iron Bull and Solas’ relationship begins as hostile, with Solas pushing Bull and prodding him about the Qun at every opportunity, so blinded by his paladin-esque beliefs in freedom and choice to realize that Bull barely follows the Qun or lives like other Qunari. This challenges Solas greatly, and Solas has to really face this if he is brought on Bull’s personal quest with the Qunari dreadnaught;

Gatt: I don't see any tattoos, but you're carrying a staff. Are you from a Chantry Circle? Solas: No. And I would prefer not to discuss it. Gatt: Have I done something to offend you? Solas: You joined the Qun. Gatt: After they rescued me from slavery. Solas: And put you into something worse. Solas: A slave may always struggle for freedom, but you among the Qun have been taught not to think. Iron Bull: Solas, not the time.

To Solas’ conversations with Bull after the quest, if you side against the Qunari;

Solas: You are not Tal-Vashoth, Iron Bull, not really. Iron Bull: Well that's a fuckin' relief. Solas: (If the Inquisitor is Qunari) No more than our Inquisitor, whose parents left the Qun before s/he was born. Solas: You are no beast, snapping under the stress of the Qun's harsh discipline. Solas: You are a man who made a choice... possibly the first of your life. Iron Bull: I've always liked fighting. What if I turn savage, like the other Tal-Vashoth? Solas: You have the Inquisition, you have the Inquisitor... and you have me. Iron Bull: Thanks, Solas.

Solas and Iron Bull are just two examples of friends Solas makes during his time with the Inquisition that challenge his beliefs on how “real” they are. Any time spent in the rotunda at Skyhold watching Solas proves that he is just as deep in thought, pacing and pondering and thinking in his idle animations more than the other companions. There is an anxiety to it, as though everything he believes is being challenged. This all being said, either his introspection/contemplation was so tangible that it summoned a spirt of introspection or contemplation (spirits we have not, to my knowledge, heard of yet) OR, as the theory that Solas and the elvhen people are actually spirits in physical form has gained traction, he could be that very spirit of introspection or contemplation, and left behind a piece of him. We know that there isn’t much to go off of when it comes to spirits taking a physical form because, to our knowledge, the only time that has happened or even could is IF Cole decides to got the more human route. Solas either does not know how Cole came to have a physical form or does not reveal it, so as far as the Solas-is-a-spirit theory goes, we know that process and all it would entail would be complicated to say the least.

The idea of Solas leaving a piece of him behind is only strengthened by the knowledge that the Regret demon was not a spirit’s opposite. Every demon shown before has been a spirit twisted into its opposite. The theory further strengthens when we examine the other hopeful note at the end of the story; “[The demon] glimpsed the spirit realm beyond the Veil, and a faraway glimmer. Familiar, and somehow far brighter than what had drawn it here. It knew where it would go” (136). I can’t find the post, but some have theorized that the spirit senses the lighthouse or Solas in the fade and knows where to return. The deep, tangible regret that was so strong a demon was created is a weaker force than this summons home to the fade - to its home.

All this being said, I believe the regret that Solas feels is over making the same decision for a second time. The first time Solas made a decision that impacted the world and humanity itself was when he decided to seal away the elven pantheon and the forgotten ones. This included Mythal, despite their close relationship. He betrayed his friends because their power got to great, they were corrupted, and he could no longer sit and watch as his friends oppressed his people.

Solas: What will you do with the power of the Well once Corypheus is dead? Inquisitor: (I'll rely on those I trust) I'm not arrogant enough to think that it's my decision alone. Whatever happens, we'll do it together. S: You think to share your power, to avoid the temptation to misuse it. A noble sentiment... But, ultimately, a mistake. I: Why? S: Because while one selfless [woman] may walk away from the lure of power's corruption... No group has ever done so. I: (What, never?) There's a first time for everything. S: Perhaps... But it will not be this time. I believe even you know that. I: Why is this so important to you? S: You have not been what I expected, Inquisitor. You have... impressed me. You must not let false modesty allow you to pass your power to someone else. There are few regrets sharper than watching fools squander what you sacrificed to achieve.

Alternatively;

Solas: Because while one selfless [woman] may walk away from the lure of power's corruption... No group has ever done so. Inquisitor: I trust my friends. Solas: I know that mistake well enough to carve the angles of her face from memory.

Solas is faced with a decision: to watch the Inquisition, after defeating Corypheus, either become exactly what the elvhen gods became, or risk the chance that they might be better. As Solas points out in the first instance, however, even the Inquisitor knows that corruption is inevitable. They first saw this in Haven, when Leliana told her spies to kill a friend of hers who had turned. Even early on in the Inquisition, corruption was always likely. As the Inquisition gains more power and it is easier to displace kings and queens and eliminate threats with the wave of a hand, what realistically will happen? Worse, is Solas really just to sit there and watch, or will he leave the Inquisition and work to make the world better? (As a side note, this is where we look at Trick Weekes' words on this exact thing in this post about "gracefully accepting things as they are". It would be absolutely out of character for Solas to trust that maybe this time power will not be abused.) Does he wait for the corruption to spread to his friends, who one day could turn on his beloved Inquisitor as the elvhen gods turned on Mythal?

Mythal's fellow elven gods killed her in their lust for power. This act was the final straw that led the Dread Wolf to banish them. However, the first of his people do not die so easily. (Link)

As for the mistake of trusting in his friends - "I know that mistake well enough to carve the angles of her face from memory." I believe that this refers to his relationship with Mythal. From the statue of Fen'Harel in the temple of Mythal to the imagery of the dragon and the wolf, to the sweetness that Solas shows Flameth/Mythal when they meet at the end of Inquisition, their relationship as at least friends is all but certain.

Mythal's Well of Sorrows knows the secret greeting from those Fen'Harel trusted, which suggests that Fen'Harel and Mythal were close. (Link)

As for the specific betrayal, I tend to err on the side of caution regarding Mythal still. Mythal still branded elves, still had slaves. Was this the betrayal that Solas can carve from memory? Does he worry that one day the inquisitor will fall to this as well? Or does it simply refer to Mythal's murder by the other gods?

After all this, however, it still leads us to wonder what the "better choice" the regret demon, restored to a contemplation/introspection spirit, thinks might have been a better choice. It is likely that it is just contemplating, as it's nature, on the vague idea that there was something better. This is what I lean towards, but the wishful thinking part of me hopes that his "better choice" would be trusting the Inquisitor with his true identity and that they could come to see why his mission is important, as there is an opportunity to beg for that in Trespasser when you meet him. While a group of friends might become corrupted, Mythal might not have been, and maybe rather than working towards his plan alone without her she might have lived. Maybe this is yet another thing that is history repeating itself - leaving the Inquisitor rather than trusting that they could work together to make the world better.

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Loodvigg’s Day at Disneyland: prologue

The Starhenge rose up in the sky, mechanical island built by the Colossals, gigantic creatures as old as the Monster World. On this very island, monsters lived, older than the Monster World and the Colossals. And probably time itself, too… who knows? They were called Celestials, the first beings to ever exist, and considered Gods by every monster living on the islands below.  Hence their name, the Celestials came from the sky… or more exactly, space. The Primordial Cosmic Hush was a time where absolutely nothing existed - just silence. A cosmic void. Then there was the Big Bang, sending sounds into the void, creating elements and twelve beings afterwards. The monster gods came to life, each having a constellation and an element assigned to them. But this was a long time ago, decades now separating the creation of the Celestials from the present.

One of them approached the circle that the monsters had formed and sat down with them. Her name was Galvana, she represented the element of Electricity. She turned her head to her right, where a metallic organ was resting. Her name was Vhamp, she represented the Mech element. Next to Vhamp sat a blue creature named Plixie, the Plasma elementalist.  "Hey Scaratar!" he beckoned a brown bug-looking monster, the Poison element.  "How is your hair shining like that? It’s lovely!" "Thank you! I put some hair shine spray over it," she responded. The Plant elementalist Blasoom, a green bird-shaped monster, approached Scaratar to take a closer look at her hair. "Alright," Galvana started. "As you know, we all gather here every first day of a new month. We are in February, which means Furnoss’ constellation is now shining above us!"  Galvana turned to what seemed to be an oven with a dragon-like head and limbs. He looked at her, nodding. Up in the sky, Furnoss’ constellation was shining brightly, replacing the constellation of Hornacle, the Water element. This one playfully gave a nudge to the Fire elementalist, who returned it back. "Before we start, is everyone here?" Galvana asked.  She looked at her friends, counting them mentally. Furnoss, Hornacle, Scaratar, Blasoom, Plixie and Vhamp were here, followed by Torrt, Glaishur, Attmoz and Syncopite, the Earth, Cold, Air and Crystal elementalists, respectively. And… "WHO THE FUCK TOOK MY HAIR SHINE SPRAY?!" a voice shouted from afar. …Loodvigg.

The Shadow elementalist, an elegant spidery monster with a bold hairstyle, approached the circle formed by the eleven Celestials reunited. An angry expression distorted their skull-like face. "Oopsies." Scaratar whispered. Attmoz sighed and rolled his eye. "Here we go again", he mumbled. "So?!" Loodvigg asked again, their eyes jumping from monster to monster. "Yeah… About that." Scaratar answered - Loodvigg’s angered look went straight to her. "It was me. I’m sorry, I probably should’ve asked you first."  "UGH!" Loodvigg elegantly pushed their hair back with an offended rictus, then bended over Scaratar.  "Damn right you should have. I’m turning your hair into my new personal bathroom carpet next time." Scaratar, surprised by the aggressiveness in Loodvigg’s tone, stepped back, seemingly upset and a little flabbergasted. Galvana quickly intervened, noticing the green bug monster’s discomfort. "Loodvigg, that’s enough. No need to overreact." "But I ain’t! This insect knows I’m not letting ANYONE borrowing MY stuff-"  "ENOUGH!" Loodvigg sighed with annoyance. "Also, you’re late for our monthly meeting again. For the third time in a row. Why didn’t you come sooner?!" Galvana continued. "I forgot!" "We’ve been doing the new month and constellation celebration for decades! Literally! How in all the stars did you forget?!!" Loodvigg skittered from the electric monster to sit on the other side of the circle, between Furnoss and Hornacle. "Listen, I was busy doing much more entertaining activities than something we’ve been doing repeatedly for all these years. Can we start now? I want to get this stupid celebration over as soon as possible."

Although irritated, Galvana kept her thoughts for herself and continued speaking, almost as if nothing happened.

Even if the atmosphere remained tense between the monsters, the ending of the celebration went rather well, Loodvigg's presence not being as terrible as in the beginning. The Celestials all stared at the sky, Furnoss’ constellation still shining brightly. It was only after the meeting that Attmoz spoke to his cousin, Scaratar. Loodvigg was back to the old Observatory, a tall stone construction housing a gigantic telescope, and each Celestial’s designated room. "Hey. You alright?" Attmoz said, visible concern painted on the cyclop’s face. "Yeah! Yeah, I am," she responded. "They just scared me for a second," Scaratar whispered, motioning her head to the Observatory. "Sometimes I even wonder if any thought of basic kindness and empathy still circulate through that brain of theirs", Attmoz chuckled a bit. "I wonder what kept Loodvigg so "busy" to be that late to the monthly celebration… Bet they were trying a new haircut again." "That still doesn’t give them the right to change my hair into a bathroom carpet…" she pointed out, grumpy. "Nope, definitely not!" "They probably wouldn't have done that anyway, but I'm keeping an eye on them," Galvana said, now approaching the two monsters. "We never know with Loodvigg... their behavior is getting stranger with the passing days-" "And meaner," Scaratar added. "Like, way meaner. And for no reason at all, either." "I remember how kind they used to be," Attmoz said, yawning. "But that was such a long time ago... Still wondering what made them the way they are now. Not like we aren't used to their catastrophic behavior anyway... but it's still very annoying," the pink cyclop sighed. "And even worse when unjustitied... Which is... well! Most of the time." "Mmmhm." Galvana nodded, lost in thought. Attmoz yawned again, briefly swinging his head. "Ugh. Sleepy…" "Already?!" surprisingly asked the electric elementalist. "Is it that late?" "Oh, no, no," Scaratar reassured her. "That's just what Mozmoz gets when he stays awake late at night trying to find out if putting paint in water could make his clouds turn purple." "Shut up..." Attmoz grumbled, nudging at his cousin. "At least it worked."

The three said their goodnights, Galvana promising once again to keep an eye on Loodvigg. But for now, a good night rest was welcome for everyone.

A Theme For A Molting Russian Gentleman

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Euclid’s view of the Horsehead Nebula by European Space Agency Via Flickr: Euclid shows us a spectacularly panoramic and detailed view of the Horsehead Nebula, also known as Barnard 33 and part of the constellation Orion. At approximately 1375 light-years away, the Horsehead – visible as a dark cloud shaped like a horse’s head – is the closest giant star-forming region to Earth. It sits just to the south of star Alnitak, the easternmost of Orion’s famous three-star belt, and is part of the vast Orion molecular cloud. Many other telescopes have taken images of the Horsehead Nebula, but none of them are able to create such a sharp and wide view as Euclid can with just one observation. Euclid captured this image of the Horsehead in about one hour, which showcases the mission's ability to very quickly image an unprecedented area of the sky in high detail. In Euclid’s new observation of this stellar nursery, scientists hope to find many dim and previously unseen Jupiter-mass planets in their celestial infancy, as well as young brown dwarfs and baby stars. “We are particularly interested in this region, because star formation is taking place in very special conditions,” explains Eduardo Martin Guerrero de Escalante of the Instituto de Astrofisica de Canarias in Tenerife and a legacy scientist for Euclid. These special conditions are caused by radiation coming from the very bright star Sigma Orionis, which is located above the Horsehead, just outside Euclid’s field-of-view (the star is so bright that the telescope would see nothing else if it pointed directly towards it). Ultraviolet radiation from Sigma Orionis causes the clouds behind the Horsehead to glow, while the thick clouds of the Horsehead itself block light from directly behind it; this makes the head look dark. The nebula itself is made up largely of cold molecular hydrogen, which gives off very little heat and no light. Astronomers study the differences in the conditions for star formation between the dark and bright clouds. The star Sigma Orionis itself belongs to a group of more than a hundred stars, called an open cluster. However, astronomers don’t have the full picture of all the stars belonging to the cluster. “Gaia has revealed many new members, but we already see new candidate stars, brown dwarfs and planetary-mass objects in this Euclid image, so we hope that Euclid will give us a more complete picture,” adds Eduardo. The data in this image were taken in about one hour of observation. This colour image was obtained by combining VIS data and NISP photometry in Y and H bands; its size is 8800 x 8800 pixels. VIS and NISP enable observing astronomical sources in four different wavelength ranges. Aesthetics choices led to the selection of three out of these four bands to be cast onto the traditional Red-Green-Blue colour channels used to represent images on our digital screens (RGB). The blue, green, red channels capture the Universe seen by Euclid around the wavelength 0.7, 1.1, and 1.7 micron respectively. This gives Euclid a distinctive colour palette: hot stars have a white-blue hue, excited hydrogen gas appears in the blue channel, and regions rich in dust and molecular gas have a clear red hue. Distant redshifted background galaxies appear very red. In the image, the stars have six prominent spikes due to how light interacts with the optical system of the telescope in the process of diffraction. Another signature of Euclid special optics is the presence of a few, very faint and small round regions of a fuzzy blue colour. These are normal artefacts of complex optical systems, so-called ‘optical ghost’; easily identifiable during data analysis, they do not cause any problem for the science goals. The cutout from the full view of the Horsehead Nebula is at the high resolution of the VIS instrument. This is nine times better than the definition of NISP that was selected for the full view; this was done for the practical reason of limiting the format of the full image to a manageable size for downloading. The cutout fully showcases the power of Euclid in obtaining extremely sharp images over a large region of the sky in one single pointing. Although this image represents only a small part of the entire colour view, the same quality as shown here is available over the full field. The full view of the Horsehead Nebula at the highest definition can be explored on ESASky. [Image description] This square astronomical image is divided horizontally by a waving line between a white-orange cloudscape forming a nebula along the bottom portion and a comparatively blue-purple-pink upper portion. From the nebula in the bottom half of the image, an orange cloud shaped like a horsehead sticks out. In the bottom left of the image, a white round glow is visible. The clouds from the bottom half of the image shine purple/blue light into the upper half. The top of the image shows the black expanse of space. Speckled across both portions is a starfield, showing stars of varying sizes and colours. Blue stars are younger and red stars are older. Credits: ESA/Euclid/Euclid Consortium/NASA, image processing by J.-C. Cuillandre (CEA Paris-Saclay), G. Anselmi; CC BY-SA 3.0 IGO

[against-forms-recognizable]

Okay, so, here's the thing, here's where a lot of my anarchism comes from.

Let's go all the way back, back to where humans came from, the ancestral environment. In the ancestral environment, when we're all hunter gatherers, sometimes there's scarcity. And when there's scarcity, it's who you know and the nature of those relationships which determines whether or not you survive. So, being a social animal, the degree to which you manipulate the social environment is a huge factor in that.

A lot of the ways we do this are through social structures, phantasms. We have a lot of them floating around; gender, morality, honor, justice, family. These are all things that don't actually exist materially. They only exist as a linking of concepts, a constellation of ideas that we reify into a system. And we use these to control each other, to create a social environment that is more suitable to getting our needs met. They form the bedrock of our civilization and society.

We enforce these structures most often by methods of social correction; isolation, harassment, bullying, and so on, to make people get with the program. And when that fails sometimes there is violent coercion, in modern times usually by the body that maintains a monopoly on violence and violent coercion, the state.

But because these things don't actually exist materially, they are flexible. We can add or remove stars from these constellations while maintaining mostly the same recognizable shape and other people still recognize it and might not even realize we changed it at all. And we all do this, all the time, generally unconsciously, in ways that favor us. This is where identity politics comes from, right? All of the toxicity within it. Everyone is trying to weaponize these structures to extract material benefit from the social environment by reshaping these relations to be more favorable to them.

But these abstractions are largely the way we make sense of the world. It's the foundation of language and cognition and communication. So anything we do together will always result in people playing these games with each other, defecting in this grand prisoner's dilemma.

This applies to communism, too - I think every communist has started out well-meaning, the marxist-leninists included. The thing is that we are fundamentally unable to participate in society without trying to turn it to our benefit, it is hard-wired into us, we are so good at it that we don't even realize when we are doing it. And it applies to anarcho-communism, as well, even in the absence of a coercive state people can still accrue soft social power and utilize that to create a social hierarchy - even a simple reading of Ursula K. Le Guin's The Dispossessed, which posits a flawed anarcho-communist utopia, reveals it as an investigation into how even if you start out with true believers, applying it on a society wide level will result in the vast majority of people talking the talk without walking the walk.

So, at present, because I don't really see a way out of this, my anarchism is mostly formulated as a critical orientation at these structures which create hierarchy and domination, a toolbox of critique that we can use to break them down, a continual process that must be adhered to as everyone will always be trying to build new ones up. Conscious deconstruction, of our unconscious constructions. This doesn't mean I don't think things can be better, that I don't think a positive social project is possible. I just don't know how to get there, right now, with a method I'm sure won't just end up making things worse.

[koiyan-hades-kid-with-a-system]

🌕🥀Oc introduction🥀🌕

Name: Koiyan Anastasia Ryoko Xing

Age: 16 (lost count of the reincarnations tbh)

Height: 5'0 foot

Pronouns: She/They/Star/Starshine/Moon/Moonshine/Crystal/Shard/Comet/Asteroid/Shooting Star/Nebula/Nova/Starlight/Gem/Gold/Jewel

Godly Blood: Child of Hades, Legacy of Poseidon, Legacy of Ông Tử Vi, Legacy of Dionysus

Fatal flaw: Grudges

Species: Eastern Star Crow Dragon and part vampire

Minor goddess of: Poison, wishes, certain ocean animals, rice wine, rice, sake, plushies, dimensions, universes, spite, vampires, and crisises

Position in Camp: Head counselor of the Hades Cabin, Runs The Blood Bank (we say that bc the money is made out of blood) It has a new installment of a boba stand called Half-Blood Boba and Tea!

Powers: Money production (Can create drachmas out of their blood), Necromancy, Geokinesis, Umbrakineisis/Sciakinesis, Shadow travel, Death prediction, Bone manipulation

Blessed/Cursed by: Uranus, Hera, Apollo, Ares, Nyx, Zagreus, Malora, and Dionysus.

Powers from the blessings: Dying in the most stupidest way or gruesome way. Manipulating feathers in and out of headspace form, Making weapons out of my blood, Laser sun beams, Summoning meteor showers (not ever using this), Blood manipulation, Grow trees in peoples lungs (I will never use this), Turning fruit into Starlight Fruit, And turning fruit into animals.

Starlight fruit is an enhanced version of fruit that can give random buffs or abilities to whoever consumes it. It is always shaped like stars. Think of it as random wish granting stars you can eat

Gods/Titans she hates/dislikes: Zeus, Helios, Uranus, Dionysus, Hermes (HE GOT ME SICK ON MOLY) and Sun Wukong in a silly hehe haha way still love him/p

Weapons: Celestial bronze bident (Can turn into a hair stick), Bladed fan engraved with constellations and roses as the stars, Space sword (Gifts from Astraios, the god of stars and wind), Giant ass battle-axe three heads taller than themself (Found at an abandoned battlefield), Celestial bronze claws, Roserade Dawnbreaker (a talking sword that attached itself to me for some reason-). Skull crossbow, skull knives, daggers, Magic grimore that Hecate gave her

Personality: Feral, defensive, grouch, moody, all in all just self-destructive but hides it under a mask of sass and upbeat nature when in reality she's just cursing you out in Viet. She is possessive af comes with the dragon liniage on her moms side so she can and will attack you if you tresspass on her property. Biting is a love language. Especially for her. expect Zagreus to have bites on his arms or a Koiyan hanging on his arm just by her bite alone.

We have occasional depressive episodes

Clashing Complexes she has: God Complex, Inferiority complex, Superiority Complex

Powers from DID: when people front or co-front some of their physical characteristics transfer onto the body. When fully fronting their eyes change to the color of who is fronting and the characteristics. Ex. Miguel. Her eyes are red and she's taller with tanner skin and more brunette hair. Claws are included when Miguel fronts. Can turn into her headspace form. Alters can split from the host and manifest in a physical form. Animals like to follow her out of headspace so be weary of them.

Fun facts: I have a mild pollen allergy that makes me have colds :(. Oldest of the hades kids :). I got to chose my last name after 8 reincarnations.

My art and writing blog: @astarwritingtheirpuppetsfate

The alters list: @wildwoodshotelsystem-tm

My alters that participate in PJO rp!:

@zagreus-god-of-blood-rebirths my brother 😐

@thanatos-greek-grim-reaper brother in law😐

@asaki-daughter-of-emo-gods my niece🖤🖤🖤🖤

@jinkas-heart-filled-meadows my REAL wifey 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

@estrellita-the-north-star baby girllllllll✨✨✨✨✨✨

@anderes-ares-biker-himbo-son best boy 🫶🫶🫶/p

@little-starshark-with-wings baby princess of ithica 👑🌕⭐️

@malora-of-apples-and-ecstasy She possesses me :D

@flower-of-my-eye the moly dealer

Actual ocs i hope-:

@natures-porcelain-puppet SCARAMOUCHE DUUUUUPE- (love them tho-)💚💚💚

@yue-the-moons-child YUEEEE (my girlfriend turned into the moon, that's rough buddy) 🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙

@camp-sky-heaven-on-earth Camp Sky, where i reside to get away from the drama☀️🌕🪷☁️☁️☁️☁️

@apurelyricwanderinginthelight Toula dear, being an mc will bring things i am sorry in advance

When Im on other blogs that I tagged/own up here, I talk like this

Oc Pintrest

Kois Kreatures

🥀🌕OOC introdution🌕🥀

Name: Koiyan/Government name that I will not disclose

Age:16

Pronouns: She/They/Star/Starshine/Moon/Moonshine/Crystal/Shard/Comet/Asteroid/Shooting Star/Nebula/Nova/Starlight/Gem/Gold/Jewel

Likes: PJO, Ride The Cyclone, Drawing, Writing, Theatre and Musical theatre.

Yes we do have DID, Dissociative identity disorder, it is also on the other blog.

I don't want to too political on here so please don't ask me to share your go fund me on here this is my blog where i have fun not be too serious i just dont want to be too political

tags!

#attention the did bitch is speaking ‼️‼️‼️ -is for regular posts in character

#flames of the past -is past character lore

#incorrect quotes-obviously for the incorrect quotes i do

#koiyans kracking- "As life goes on, her sense of self cracks like her brain all those lives ago" actual rping not just posts

#koiyans ideas- silly things :3

#koiyans krack- out of character

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Divine Influence Babeyy!! (Aka Celestial Fankids au thingy)

Finally, they're all finished!!!! Here are the Celestial Fankids I posted about a while ago, complete with a bit of lore and a few headcanons!! They're a little old, so bear with me a bit :']

General HCs:

- Despite being Celestials, because of their unique nature of having two elements, they have their own category name as well: Divines!! Which is what I'm gonna be referring to them as from now on lmao.

- Divines are born the same way their parents are; from the stars!! It takes 2 months for the Divines to be born (in total - their creation starts the first month and ends the second. For example, Seedlin, the Blassoom x Plixie fan child, took 8 months to hatch. Oof.) The first month functions as sort of the 'breeding' stage, and the second as the 'incubation' stage, producing a physical egg, just like normal monsters :]

- Speaking of the Constellations, in fact! The reason the Divines came to be in the first place is because, when each individual pair of Celestials grew close enough, their constellations fused, becoming a new one entirely! For example, instead of Ocean's Tears and Earthen Ellipse, we now have Murky Depths that appears for two months out of the year!

- With the lack of anything for the kids to do, and the giant pitfall a few hundred feet into the continent, obviously Starhenge wasn't exactly the best nursery for young monsterlings. In order to remedy this, the Celestials created Divine Island, a home in a sort of pocket dimension that would allow them to raise their kids in a safe, stimulating environment.

- Divine Island is only accessable to Celestials and Divines, but normal monsters can sit just outside of it in order to get the occupants' attention. They'd need to know where to go though, of course.

- The Cataclysm happened when the Divines were super young and unable to understand what was going on. They were locked inside of Divine Island for their own safety and left to fend for themselves until they were strong enough to leave, when they were young adults. Once they left they learned about what happened and became guardians and leaders to the monsters that were still around.

- also they don't know about Celestial Island or their parents being alive. Yet.

Pluchere, the Attmoz x Loodvigg fanchild:

- The eldest Divine, Pluchere was defaulted to leader because of his age.

- When he gets mad, he creates super dark storm clouds. No thunder or lightning or anything, just. Really dark clouds.

- He can travel through shadows!! As long as a shadow is as big or bigger than him area-wise, he can meld into it and hide and sneak through them. However, if the shadow disappears, like if the lights are turned on or something, he'll pop back out.

- He's got super stubby legs (guess which parent he got that from lmao), so he prefers to fly on clouds instead of walking. The only exception is in Divine Island bc he'll knock everything over.

- He's got a plush Tweedle that his parents gave him as a baby, and now he can't sleep without it - he even learned how to sew so he can keep it in good shape!!

- he's eepy. Often. Got it from Loodvigg, can't sleep well when he's supposed to, and is just constantly tired. Luckily, the dewlap around his neck functions as a built-in pillow!

- Because of his third eye, he's got kinda-sorta clairvoyance. He can see people's greatest regrets and worst memories (albeit they're kinda fuzzy) and can predict disasters!! He absolutely despises his powers because he's being bombarded with horrible things 24/7-

Condair, the Glaishur x Furnoss fanchild:

- he gets his name from a cloud of mist that follows him wherever he goes (which I never draw smh) - his fur is extremely cold, causing moisture to crystalize upon impact, and his skin is extremely hot, causing moisture to evaporate on impact, which makes it stick to his fur- you get the idea.

- Despite the info above, he can, for the most part, regulate his temperature!! For example, he can make himself cool enough to touch without burning anybody.

- After he left Divine Island for the first time, he learned about the Fire elementals and managed to save them far earlier than in canon by just. Diving headfirst into the Living Core and digging them a way out. Pros of being simultaneously the hottest and coldest being in the universe ig?

- Anger. Issues. He has a lot of abandonment issues because of his parents just straight up leaving him and the others behind, and he copes by getting mad and setting things on fire. Luckily the other Divines know how to help calm him down :']

- ironically HATES Boskus (Boskuses? Boski?? Idfk-), they just. Freak him tf out.

- yes, his fur is as soft as it looks, but unless he likes you or you are one of the other Divines, good luck trying to touch it.

- has a soft spot for kids, funnily enough. He can't bring himself to be mad at him the same way he gets mad at everything else.

Seedlin, the Blassoom x Plixie fanchild

- Uses his tail to grip onto things, or to balance himself in the air, kind of like a blubberfly!!

- hate hate HATES having to walk on the ground, it just feels. Bad™. Gotta be flying or he will cry.

- His glass skull doubles as a fully-functioning terrarium!!! There's a bunch of moss and other such greens in there, along with the centerpiece - a bright pink flower, just like his father's :]

- Loves sleeping in the sun!! Y'know, terrarium and all. He even has some lights above his bed!! How the hell does he sleep? No clue smh.

- speaking of which, he flies in his sleep! The others have to drag him down to the ground when he sleeps, or he'll end up not actually resting.

- Not only is he capable of controlling plants and plasma, he's able to combine his two elements and create these indestructible plasma plants!! They're bright pink and feel kinda gummy-ish?? Freaky, but neat!

- Speaking of which, he has a giant monster-eating (not really) flytrap made of that same stuff! His name's Audie and he's Seedlin's pet and best friend :]

..he also tends to try and eat anything that he can fit in his mouth, including the Divines (minus Seedlin, ofc). He's getting better tho dw

- as a kid, Seedlin really struggled to fly, because of a mix of tiny wings and big ol tail. It kept him in check for a while, and made him pretty easy to take care of for Blassoom and Plixie! Once he started flying tho.. Oh boy

Malik, the Syncopite x Scaratar fanchild:

- Despite only having one eye, Malik doesn't struggle with depth perception! How?? Idk man, monster magic.

- Also, don't worry!! The crystals growing out of his skin don't hurt at all, it's like growing fingernails or something along the lines.

- Malik can actually heal physical wounds with Good Vibes™! Y'know, healing crystals and all that-

- Be careful around his pincers?? Claws?? Whatever they are they're s h a r p, like literal glass.

- Wise™. He's the braincell of the group, and his cousin Pluchere's right-hand man. He usually helps him decipher his visions and figure out the best way to go about the impending disasters.

- the crystals that fall off his body often have similar healing abilities to himself, albeit to a much lesser extent, and are often given out as gifts. he doesn't mind it much.

- His wings (that you almost never see) are actually quite beautiful! their appearance mirrors that of stained glass, and when sunlight shines through them, is projects wonderful colors all over the room!

- Despite being so large and clunky, his claws are actually quite delicate and precise! He can perform the most intricate acts with ease.. Given they can be done with just four fingers.

Rivette, the Vhamp x Galvana fankid:

- Being the Celestial of Electricity (at least halfway), Rivette is, understandably, the most hyperactive of all of the Divines! She's constantly on the move, and can never sit still. She's also extremely prone to zoomies.

- Big!! Brain!!! An inventor just like her mother and father, she spends her time tinkering with whatever pieces of scrap she can find, usually accidentally creating weapons of mass destruction in the process.

- Speaking of which, she owns a staff that she wields on the regular! (I just forgot to draw it HSHS-) She actually welded it herself as a child (with the help of Condair) out of random pieces of scrap metal she found around Starhenge, and it works as kind of an outlet for her electric powers, doubling as a sort of lightning rod!

- she's. Very clumsy. Trips over a lot, rams headfirst into walls, ect ect. The fact that she has wheels built into her feet doesn't help much either. Dw, tho, she can put herself back together just fine!! ..But her torso might end up backwards sometimes.

- She's an older sister figure to the Wubboxes (because yes, technically THEY'RE the baby brothers), and an aunt to the Wublins! She'd die for each and every one of them.

- the weird. Collar. Thing around her neck is, of course, a part of her body! Rivette needs to be actively holding it down mentally, because its default position is sitting upright. Of course, as a baby, Rivette couldn't exactly do that, so it stayed up for a majority of her childhood until she figured it out. It's essentially second nature to her now, though!

Fossoil, the Hornacle x Torrt Fankid:

- The very definition of a gentle giant, Fossoil is HUGE, and strong enough to pick up rocks and hurl them across the monster world! However, he's learned to control his strength, and is one of the gentlest Divines.

- Because of his element of Earth, Fossoil's skin is extraordinarily tough, and is near impossible to pierce with even the sharpest blade. Which is strange, because he also has claws that are capable of cutting straight through diamond like it's butter.. Wonder which would win?

- Fossoil is an artist! And a very good one at that - he can draw, and paint, but his favorite form of art is pottery, and since he's able to essentially create infinite clay out of nothing, it's no wonder why he's a big fan. He usually gets Condair to fire them for him-

- He inherited Hornacle's balance and motor skills issues, causing him to just kinda.. start falling over for no apparent reason. Luckily, though, he's learned to balance himself before he hits the ground! His baby form, though? Not so much.

- One of his favorite past-times is just chilling in thermal vents at the bottom of the living ocean... Giant hot tubs,,,

- As a kid, Fossoil had little to no control over his thagomizer - he was like a baby Stogg!! So, in order to remedy this, Hornacle and Torrt.. Stuck corks at the end of his spikes. Brilliant idea, guys, well done.

- He's figured out a way to help Condair with his anger issues - play fighting! Whenever Condair starts getting frustrated and aggressive, the two will wrestle and fight until they're both tuckered out and Condair's vented out his rage. Because Fossoil is nearly indestructible and has excellent control over his own strength, there's a near zero percent chance of either of them getting hurt! So yeah, play fighting!! Best form of therapy :]

- He's also pretty much the only one that can hug Malik without getting hurt, because yk. Malik's covered in broken glass essentially and Fossoil's skin is impenetrable-

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And those are the kids!!!! AAAAA, I love them sm you have no idea HSHS-

Of course, There's more info about them bouncing around my singular braincell, but I'll get to that later lmao. I hope you love em as much as I do!! Tell me what y'all think :]

[moondrop-writes]

ur fnaf sb headcanons are so cute!!!! :3 i was wondering if i could req some sun and moon x reader headcanons??? :0

thank you! and ofc you can, love! i honestly adore sun & moon <3 these are separate head canons, but you can think of them as reading being involved with both at the same time if you please.

SUNDROP ☼

best boyf

very energetic and willing! he'll go along with whatever you want to do

the kids absolutely adore him, so, they adore you as well

a lot of headcanons make you to be this kid of helper in the daycare, but i feel as if that would violate a LOT of security rules and Sun wouldn't be allowed to let you get too close

so instead you stretch out in the theatre, waiting for the day to end or for naptime, as the kids play.

you bring him little gifts from outside the pizza plex

you got some trinkets from a gag store? he'll take them!

he keeps everything you've ever gifted to him in his secret room

hugs GALORE

whenever he sees you, it's an obligatory hug

wraps you up close to his waist and holds you tight with his long arms

forehead touching, lots of forehead touches

watching movies together on your phone

he doesn't really understand them, but it makes you happy so he's happy to just watch mindlessly!

doing "kids" activities together.

he tries to bake you treats using the kitchen ovens, but he doesn't know how

50% flour, 25% egg, 10% chocolate, 10% sugar, 5% water

someone gets him a recipe book

drinking fizzy faz and eating bonnie bowl ice cream until you're wide awake and sun is near short-circuiting

MOONDROP ☾

best cuddler between him and sun

will lay down and hold you close to his chest, so you can hear the sounds of his voice-box better as he hums to you

invites you in during naptime

you help him knit new blankets for naptime because the pizza plex doesn't care to spend more money on them then they need to

you're constantly fixing broken toys while you're in the theatre waiting

softly singing together

maybe even dancing together

i like to think that his body was purposely made to run a bit warmer than the other animatronics so he can comfort kids if they wake up scared, which makes him ideal during the winter

handholding!!! he isn't that big on PDA, or just physical affection, but if you're cuddling or holding hands he doesn't mind

he'll count each of your birthmarks

connects them with marker as if they're constellations

in-game him voice appears very rough and almost scratchy, but i think that's only for when there's intruders

of course, it'll still be a bit rough, but i think he has a deep calming voice that's good to lull people to sleep

whenever there's moon, there's you. he only ventures outside of the daycare if it's required or if you're with him

he creates small little piles of blankets, pillows, left over fabric, and more in the play structures for the two of you to lay in after daycare hours

i think it's very obvious that moon was not designed to be able to sleep, because he's meant to be the one to get people to fall asleep

so, i think he kind of just...watches you sleep if you end up resting for a bit

not in a creepy way though

you just look so peaceful and detached from the rest of the world he can't help but try and shield you from it

he'll play with your hair while you sleep

traces shapes in the palms of your hands

[cosmicwishingwell]

I don’t think people are actually upset that King Magnifico “has a point” that some wishes are dangerous. More so that the movie doesn’t really demonstrate a good case for either side. If the idea is that someone wished Magnifico’s land to be destroyed, sure that works. Also gives us an idea why he is afraid of a rebellion or the indication of that. But even then I can’t believe everyone’s wishes are pure of heart. If another Disney villain came in is their wish pure as well? Pure evil? What gets me is that Asha in the beginning of the movie states the King determines what is good and what is bad. Only to be revealed the exact same truth where she determines “if they are dangerous wishes they can be stopped” which, that’s still denying wishes. Even with Simon, his wish was to serve the king and now that won’t happen. Idk I wish the movie about wishes went into a direction that one can come up with new dreams

Oh my goodness, you raise such a thoughtful point about Disney's "Wish"! It's true, wishes can be tricky things, just like tangled ribbons! ✨

King Magnifico does have a valid concern, doesn't he? Imagine if someone wished for a never-ending snowstorm to blanket Rosas! We'd all be shivering in our warmest winter coats! ❄️ But just like sorting seashells, not all wishes are created equal.

You're absolutely right that the movie doesn't paint a perfectly clear picture. It's like trying to see the constellations through a dusty window! Perhaps someone did wish for Rosas' destruction, making Magnifico wary of wishes in general. It would explain his fear of rebellion, wouldn't it? Like a storm cloud brewing overhead. ️

But here's the thing, darling! Just because some wishes can be dangerous, doesn't mean every single one is bad! Think of all the kind wishes in the world, like wishing for a friend to feel better or for a beautiful sunrise. ☀️ And who are we to judge the wishes of others? We don't know the stories they hold in their hearts, the burdens they carry, or the dreams that keep them going.

Now, about Asha! Remember how brave she was, facing down a dragon with only a spoon? She starts out believing the King holds all the power, just like a key unlocking a treasure chest. But as the story unfolds, she discovers her own strength and the importance of independent thought. Isn't that empowering?

Yes, her solution of stopping "dangerous" wishes might seem a little similar to Magnifico's system at first glance. But there's a crucial difference, my friend! Asha's intention is to protect her people, to ensure wishes are used for good and not for selfish desires. ✨ It's like learning a new dance step – it might feel familiar, but with practice, you can make it your own!

And poor Simon! His wish to serve the King was pure of heart, like a perfectly ripe apple. But as you point out, Asha's solution doesn't address his own dreams. It's a good reminder that wishes aren't just about instant gratification; they're about pursuing your passions and shaping your own destiny.

I completely agree with you! "Wish" could have explored the idea of creating new dreams, of looking within ourselves for the strength and creativity to build a brighter future. Instead of relying solely on external forces, we can all be like shooting stars, blazing our own unique paths across the night sky!

Thank you for sharing your insightful perspective! It's with discussions like these that we can truly understand the magic of movies and the lessons they hold within.

[froggyfeetsies]

“The dawn of the Golden Age began after Lunar Lamas and the Pookhan Brotherhood had made the most important scientific breakthrough known to sentient life; the ability to manufacture the heart of a planet. The heart, also called the Light, of a planet allowed the art of creation magics to be applied to a planet as if it had its own soul to shape. It made the will and belief of the planet’s inhabitants tangible enough to move mountains, dig seas and forest the barren plains. Terra formation was a science as well as an art, and became one of the most difficult walks of life a youngling might tread. It allowed for the infinite expansion of the Empire, allowed for the infinite creation of garden worlds to populate and flourish amongst the universe, evolving into behemoth constellations sprawling across the once empty skies. Such a breakthrough became a lifeline during the Shadow War, after it was adapted for battle against the Dream pirates and the fear geas. After intense modification it was ready to be infused into living beings, to give them both the strength and fortitude to match their own heart and will; the blend of both immense destruction and a gift for creation. Blending these two principles, the new Enlightened were as horrific as they were the ultimate salvation against the Dream Pirates and Nightmare men. While they turned the tide of the war from desperation to jubilation, and in turn ultimately leading to our beloved Golden Era of Dreams, the Enlightened came at a steep price. The Eternal Light of a planet was meant for no mortal to hold in their hearts, and although some went on to become Enlightened, others did not and were torn meat from soul, completely obliterated even from Time itself as if they had never existed, leaving them lost even to the Pookah and their mastery of the Timeways. The presence of Enlightened after the War and the subsequent imprisonment of the Nightmare men and Dream Pirates left only the bitter reminder that fanciful notions like love wasn’t always enough.”

in my mind they had to create things to beat the fearlings, who’s gonna go at a living shadow with a plain sword not fucking me lol, and in the end made space paladins like nightlight since his kind wouldn’t be the only kind right? like different kinds of light, white light and gold light? They obvs know that some kind of light works since they have a living lamp near mim and I mean the flash he gives off puts pitch and 10,000 fearlings into a coma and he’s a child right? Imagine that but an adult infused with star heart and metal, nearly immortal but at the price of maybe being completely destroyed from existence, that used their power to make weapons like sandy makes his stuff like the plane etc. kind of like how blood is full of iron? Maybe have them full of metal blood that reacts to the star heart. like an amalgamation of the different races to try and stem the tide in the war, pookah lightbulb magic llama belief magic and star weapons. Tied into the idea that belief isn’t just an earth thing but an engineered thing created in the other universe being repurposed for war. Like they don’t fight with light but fight as infused with light that they can create metal/light weapons at will like sandy can, like you need the light to make the metal work. Or like infused with molten star metal that glows with spoopi light, and people call it light since it’s less emotionally damaging than “we pump you full of molten star metal that should actually be inside a star so you glow now.” Basically I like the battle!sandy idea but horrific rather than a natural born star you feel me as in “we replaced your heart with starlight and your blood with starmetal and it’s only your belief that stops it all working sorry bud.” Not sure the details but metal/light is the foundation.

I’ve never read the books, only the wiki and then vague memories from like 10 years ago from fanfics about book stuff (still no idea why Katherine and nightlight exist but they’re always cute so) so I’m not actually sure what’s cannon (I’ve tried reading the wiki but it just confuses me more like apparently now jack can now change age at will?) but in my mind eldritch metal light horrors that use the heart of a star to power themselves sounds about desperate enough for a universe under threat of eternal nightmares tbh, although the wiki says they didn’t kill them I am going to ignore that 😂

like the pookah were meant to have transcended time itself right, and then the lunar llamas were like peak spiritual awakening, and then the stars were like the dreams right? All make a nice balance imo, and almost sound like a magical girl formula to me tbh. And the pookah are said to be caretakers of planets who time walk so it’s not much of a jump to say they might be able to create planets imo especially if they’re meant to have enough garden worlds for an empire. Iirc bunny brought an egg lamp to earth to start a new world?? So 🤷‍♀️

basically I am completely baffled about what’s going on and this is my explanation for it 😂 (like pitch is woken by a curious moonbeam??? Like literally or) maybe I’m wrong but to me the idea of a theoretically immortal last bastion of hope getting demolished and repurposed to head the enemy army as a husk filled with nightmares is 100000% believable as a reason why the empire could fall to a single man. I’m not sure how far into the body horror I want to go tbh, but. Like is he alive is he aware like who knows but I’m horrified

anyway it’s 2am goodnight xoxo