#crescent moon writes

[thedelusionalselenophile]

A love that doesn't remind me of pain is all I ever wanted ~

[bright-side-of-the-moon]

to jacks:

OH NO! i laughed way too hard at "is what i wouldve said" forgive me. it happens to the best of us. rip jacks' work.

HI TOAST :D!! DONUT SENDS LIL FROGGY HUGS x

to neeks:

oh yah nico is permanently banned from ever going anywhere near a stove top. the salvaged remains of the cookies didnt even taste good (he tried to add more sugar to make them sweeter but that just threw off the balance and made them dry and crumbly. thank u chemistry)

leo and nico are the now the sole 2 members of the kitchen fire hazard club :) percy is also banned because he somehow managed to get blue food colouring on the ceiling :)

to mike:

how was first week at camp? hope youre settling in alright. i might make some (dino shaped) sandwiches today, do you have any favourite fillings? SHARK BISCUITS >:D

from hilal ^-^

dividers by me lol. be nice i have no idea what im doing XD

UPDATES FOR THE GHOST KING DI ANGELO AND JACKS BLOGS!!!

Jacks:

First to business, the running fanfic is going well. Is what I would've said if I hadn't already completely finished it, forgot to save it online, and post it the day afterwards, and had my beautiful work of art's progress deleted faster than Trophonius cutting off Agamethus' head.

Long story short, I have to restart it, beginning from the very shoddy middle again.

Jacks is very upset that I haven't told the edited version of their life recently.

Toast says Hi :)

Nico:

The Nico di Angelo blog is running smoothly and on rhythm as normal

Keep tagging him in anything and everything that reminds you of him (I really like replying to all of them in my very short, small amount of time I have in the morning (which is around 45 minutes of freetime on a good school day))

Nico and Hazel have decided to feed Arion a golden apple from the three-legged death race. It did not go very well, at all.

Nico is banned from cooking in the Hestia Cabin, due to him burning it halfway down, saying, and I quote, "Make these cookies as fiery as The River Phlegethon."

Mike:

I have decided to do news for all three of my outlets of content creation on Tumblr, on Mr. McDonut's blog over here.

Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss, Girly Go.

Slay, and all that jazz (idk what to do anymore)

Pirate song for today:

Ferryman, By Shayfer James and Will Wood

[feral-ballad]

Ana Istarú, tr. by Mary Jane Treacy, from These Are Not Sweet Girls: Poetry by Latin American Women; "XIX"

[Text ID: "A crescent moon / rides between my legs."]

[vaneforsure]

Crescent Moon

I no longer think about you when the

moon is crescent.

My mind was always so scattered

at the thought of your presence

And for a brief moment I feel liberated

not thinking of you,

not worrying about you,

Only the slow breaths of mine

Wishing it wasn’t true.

[h-didanart]

Guys. Father’s Day

Yeah?

Ok. Father’s day in the Crescent household.

Yes? Let’s go

(KC uses he//she//they, SolarFlare uses they//them)

— — —

KC hadn’t exactly expected to have a shorter shift than usual, being content with the everyday twelve hours. Yet his coworkers had pushed him to leave earlier, and they had sounded very set on the decision.

And so, here she was, walking back home at three in the afternoon. She had to admit, the views were rather nice at this time of the day, something he didn’t always get to see but still appreciated.

Perhaps they should take the children on a nature walk that week? They didn’t need to drop by the Plex, and he didn’t have shifts on the weekend, it would all depend on Star and Queso’s tech management things. It did sound like a lovely idea however, he’ll have to make a note for that.

As it stands she was already at the current campsite, making their way to the RV when Flare walked out of it. They were both startled by the other, KC being the one to talk first after the shock.

“I am aware you were expecting me to arrive at a later time, however my coworkers decided that I would go back home earlier today,” he chuckled, “‘my Father’s Day gift’ they had called it”

Flare looked at her, processing the information. It took a bit but they seemed to understand soon enough, KC felt bad over messing up their schedule though and was about to apologize, but Flare quickly diverted his attention to a path nearby.

“We Should Go Walk,” they pointed at the trees, “There Isn’t A Lot To Do Here. You Might Like To See The Nearby River”

KC hummed. “I suppose we could, I would like to leave my things here first however”

Flare nodded, moving away from the RV’s entrance and letting KC enter. They set the box with food on the counter and were about to set their bag down before remembering something. She had picked up a curious looking rock for Queso, he knew he collected them, so she should probably get that to him before leaving.

He exited the RV making their way over to Eclipses’ workshop. Only for Flare to block his way. She looked up at the taller bot, confused. “Am I not allowed there?”

“No”

KC hummed, “Are your brothers out?”

Flare hesitated in their answer, “No”

“Then may I at least speak to them? I have something I believe Queso will like”

Flare stared at KC.

KC stared at Flare.

KC would’ve continued to stare at Flare were it not for the loud thump that came from the workshop. And alongside it a very lengthy swear, from Hunter’s voice.

Which meant all of her children were there.

Which meant they were avoiding him.

Which meant they were hiding something.

KC turned back to Flare once more.

“What is going on?”

Flare seemingly tensed up at the query. “Nothing”

“You aren’t one to lie to me,” KC stated calmly, “tell me what is wrong, it is the only way I’ll be able to help”

Flare stared at him still. The solar bot would not budge on this it seems.

KC sighed, quickly summoning a small set of movement runes. They moved Flare out of the way before the taller could even protest, and opened the door to her sons’ workspace.

Only… they were not expecting what they saw.

It wasn’t an absolute mess, there was no broken things or machinery even. Only his children, frozen in place staring straight at him.

Queso was sprawled out in front of the back counter, which held various colorful boxes of various different sizes. Hunter was mid-step, carrying a couple boxes, looking rather aloof. Harvest held one of those tools used for icing cakes, filled with mint green icing, over a bare cupcake that was surrounded by many more already-iced cupcakes.

It was silence all around, last comment that had been heard being Flare’s “I Am Afraid There Was An Unknown Variable In Our Plan”

Everyone remained in place.

The speakers crackled to life, Star’s weak voice coming through.

“W-we can s-see that Flare…”

Harvest had begun her hum of nervousness, Hunter opting for a diversion.

“Happy birthday?”

They were all incredibly nervous if their core rates were anything to go by.

“What is going on?” KC finally asked.

Hunter looked at Harvest, Harvest looked at Queso, Queso looked at Flare, Flare glanced at KC.

“Father’s Day Celebration Set Up”

KC looked back at her other children.

“This is just like Mother’s Day,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“I didn’t set anything on fire,” Harvest said near instantly, “this is way better than aspired!”

“Y-yeah,” Stars piped up, “we all learned to not let y-you cook since then”

She turned to the closest camera, hissing, “Hey!”

KC sighed at their children’s antics, fully stepping into the workshop. “Do you need help with anything? I got off work earlier as you may see” they addressed Queso and Hunter. They both shook their head.

“You don’t get to help today!” Hunter exclaimed, “you get to do nothing!” He laughed, almost gesturing with his hands and dropping the boxes, all while still on only one foot.

KC approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “you are aware you can move now, yes?”

Hunter blinked. Then turned right around to what he had been doing before, moving boxes apparently.

The oldest turned around to the solar bot, small smile on his face. “Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

Queso nodded, giving KC the thumbs up and shooing them away from what was probably the gift table. He chuckled as he left the workshop, passing by an argumentative Harvest and tired Flare.

KC hadn’t exactly expected to have her children celebrate Father’s Day for him today, he would’ve been fine just having a normal family dinner. But knowing his children are putting effort on celebrating them today… it warmed her heart on ways he could’ve never dreamt.

[ohbo-ohno]

(do i have ur notifications on… yeah)

no bc if ghost did that to me id get so snarky afterwards 😭 like yeah it was my slip up my bad. but damn fuck off !! i think id bite his hand in retaliation or smth which wld def… yk get me punished but my bad man … srry im snarky… good luck and all that..

- 🌙

hmmmm you referring to yourself with animal terms and then getting all pissy about it would just make him tease you more. "oh? puppy thinks she isn't a puppy now? what'd you just call this then?" and shaking your hand in his grasp, smirks at your snarl. "thought this was your paw?"

like if you pushed back even a little with this he's amping it up way more. gets so much meaner and more condescending about it.

and if you bit him... ohhhh he's treating you just like he would a naughty puppy, says you need more training with a mean scowl. a few hard smacks to your ass, a rough hand on your neck. goes alllll in with the puppyplay the rest of the day, forces you to stay on your hands and knees and crawl behind him the rest of the day. keeps a tight hand on your leash and tugs when you fall too far behind. makes you bark, and if you try to talk too much he'll eventually muzzle you. laugh and pet you when you glare up at him, smiles down and calls you good puppy

[skybristle]

rbs > likes!

I wrote a fic impulsively abt slivermoon!!! sure hope nothing bad happens to them :] just trying to iron out my characterization. if you write a comment I will kiss you directly on the mouth btw

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52067116

[relic-seeker]

well then. the council has spoken; i drew a bunch of it just to get my ideas formed. here's my vessel oc duke's backstory simplified

they wandered off with said spider (oh it's a shame the wastes have made them forget his name) towards a land of the sun, moon & stars -- then residing in the moon queendom of shirigrove :-) with their two partners now.

nothing terrible will happen to them at all, of course not /sarcasm (they are tragic yuri sorry)

[gwleddgymreig]

You are beautiful

No matter your shape

My love

The way the moon is

No matter the phase

[thedelusionalselenophile]

True love goes beyond just feelings and physical attraction ~

[kashica-tries-to-write]

Lunar sanctuary

A thousand thoughts, on my mind thick gray clouds , blinding my sight A thousand thoughts, with minds of their own they coalesce, they disperse relentless and wayward

I look up at the sky that mirrors the chaos within Dark, with thick gray clouds and a vastness it's end not in sight

Right when I am to succumb to the turmoil I spot my heaven above My Lunar Sanctuary

Her pearly white light pierces the dark sky the clouds that cradle Her Shine with a soft glow

A mere sight of Her delicate crescent shape enough to soothe the stormy seas within me

[asherlaewood]

Start now, Chase dreams!! ✨✨

~Asher Laewood

[dreamsfullofwoe]

peas in a pod

ex assassin reader

You had always been fascinated by the legend of Moon Knight, the mysterious vigilante who protected the streets of New York City. You had read all the comics, watched all the movies, and even owned a replica of his signature crescent-shaped boomerang.

One night, as you were walking home from the movie theater, you heard a commotion coming from an alleyway. Without thinking, you rushed to investigate, only to find yourself surrounded by a group of thugs.

Just as you thought you were done for, a shadowy figure dropped down from the rooftop, landing gracefully in front of you. It was Moon Knight himself, and he was there to save the day.

Together, you and Moon Knight fought off the attackers, his movements fluid and precise as he took down each assailant one by one. When the dust had settled, he turned to you and gave you a nod.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice deep and gravelly.

You nodded, still in shock from the sudden turn of events.

"Good. You shouldn't be out here alone at night. It's dangerous," he said, offering you a hand to help you up.

You thanked him, feeling a strange connection to the masked hero who had just saved your life. As you walked away, you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to fight by his side, to see the world through his eyes.

Little did you know, Moon Knight was also wondering the same thing about you. From that night on, he kept a watchful eye on you, silently protecting you from the shadows.

Eventually, you and Moon Knight met again, and over time, a deep and powerful love grew between you. Though you could never fully know his true identity, you knew that he would always be there for you, no matter what.

Together, you became the ultimate crime-fighting duo, with Moon Knight's strength and agility and your intelligence and wit. You may not have known his true name, but you knew that he was the love of your life, and that was all that mattered.

[everyartistnotdeadyet]

There may be more beautiful times,

But this one is ours.

-Jean Paul Sarte.

[cringaria]

[skybristle]

I wrote this at 2am after crying to a song sooo. quality is ?? but ehhh i still like it. I heart making that old woman miserable