#eseluna

[nerdynanny]

@eseluna

"You-- seem familiar." The old man mused idly, taking in the long streak of nothing before him. A child-- in a hoodie. Though there was something more about him. He twirled his staff, crouching down to the teen's level.

"You shouldn't be running around barefoot-- especially in the cold. Are you lost? It's alright-- I'm Jack Frost-- a Guardian of Childhood. I can help you find your way home."

[skullreaped]

rhyme vc gay gay homosexual gay

not gay!!! not gay!!!! kissing your best bro with tongue is a very normal thing to do!!!!!!!

[viaetor]

ㅤㅤfrowning. a twist downwards of lips. clutched heartbeats. restrained breath. a focused yet glassy gaze. those are symptoms of sadness for most mortals, aren’t they? aether tilts his head, curious black-and-gold eyes focused on his companion while the breeze of a forsaken desert tickles their skins. what was so sad about sand, a little abandoned house and a few dying trees? it wasn’t even earth. just a planet that no one lived on for thousands of years. could keith see something else that he couldn’t? but why would that depress him?

ㅤㅤso despite his heavy accent luring in every syllable, the creature born from constellations makes his observation known in the gentlest manner his human-caeling form can fathom: “you’re lonely.” a pause. he blinks. is he surprised by his remark? for a second, the outlander almost doubts his own thoughts. humans can be so complicated… even if they’re fascinating. especially ones so full of heart like the red pilot. he wants to understand. “aren’t you?”

@eselunaㅤ/ㅤsurprise starter for keith based on our talks. ♡

[gamereaped]

15 from joshua to rindo, give the kid good advice (✿❛◡❛)

❝ ↪ @eseluna submitted an ask !!

( ✉ → msg ) Keep pushing on, even when it feels like others are attempting to drag you down. If you're trying to find your way out of the situation, that's the best move you have going for you. ( ✉ → msg ) Of course there are always other methods. But what game are you attempting to play exactly?

[trollamulet]

@eseluna continued from here

she is shadow, he is her sunlight. is. was. unsure of what to use, what language to bind himself to. he is still the light guiding the kin he now bears a stone witness to. his anxieties catch up to him now that he has time to think instead of just preparing for the endgame battle. no, in the few hours left before the world crumbles down around his aching shoulders, he has to adjust, and there's only so much time one can.

not with the battle of the bands and his new ability to burn if he wants to go watch his friend's hard work with her cover band. he wishes he could be supportive, in the crowd with their other friends to cheer her on.

but as her firm words ground him with her hands, it shakes his unsteady head too heavy with a new crown of keratin horn to return to the present time. if only eclipse could pop from him, give him some time to relax and adjust, and not just remind him of why he did it.

really, the real reason is in front of him, grabbing onto his face so that he has a physical anchor.

"claire." his voice breaks. he did it for her. did it because her voice was the one to choke out her freedom - the final player in this chessboard; the queen of night, mother of monsters. but as she promises him, he is not a monster. not if he was going to let someone call him that. "claire, thank you."

[stardustedstories]

@eseluna liked this post for a short starter!

"You are fast and you are agile, but you must be prepared to fight in close quarters," Runaan says, wooden practice swords in his hands. While they're not the same as live blades, they'll allow Rayla to fight without holding back for fear of injuring him.

"Show me what you've learned," he declares, tossing her one of the wooden blades, adopting a neutral stance, ready to defend himself. She had learned quickly, and he was incredibly proud of her. But before he told her that, he wanted to see just how far she'd come.

[huntskaiju]

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻, ft. @eseluna.

it's not that he's embarrassed about getting lost—— it's inevitable, in a base as big as ariake, but—— well. maybe he is. reno flexes his hands, a motion that's become more comfortable and more grounding over the course of his training, and stands up a little straighter. at least they've been saved by a familiar face, they think with a little bit of relief. ❝ it's good to see you, sir. i didn't realize you were also called here ... it feels like an impromptu reunion for the third division. ❞

[wilczmin]

sometimes  ,    when  he  was  tired  from  the  day  or  in  some  unavoidably  foul  mood  on  account  of  the  weather  ,    geralt  found  himself  particularly  disinclined  toward  music  .    it  wasn’t  something  that  mattered  much  ,    considering  he  was  hardly  ever  in  towns  or  cities  and  in  taverns  enough  to  suffer  it  .    unfortunately  ,    this  happened  to  be  the  rare  evening  in  which  he  was  not  only  dragging  his  temper  across  the  stone  roads  ,    but  also  ,    it  seemed  ,    a  point  of  interest  for  some  very  curious  bard  .    he  couldn’t  help  his  sense  of  deja  vu  about  this  .    but  he  could  help  by  getting  away  ,    for  the  third  time  since  being  spotted  ,    before  he  ended  up  getting  cross  or  saying  something  he  regretted  .

as  he  turned  the  corner  ,    he  stopped  in  his  tracks  .

@eseluna .    ‘  you  can’t  get  rid  of  me  that  easy!  ’  elf  bard  venti  aggressively  strumming  on  his  harp  (if  you're  still  taking  asks!)

with  a  low  grumble  ,    the  witcher  finally  gave  in  ,    backing  up  a  few  paces  until  his  back  met  the  wall  .    he  shifted  slightly  ,    pushing  the  scabbards  at  his  back  to  the  side  so  that  he  could  be  more  comfortable  ,    crossed  his  ankles  and  his  arms  ,    and  watched  the  elf  in  question  .

❛        never  heard  of  a  bard  playing  a  harp  before  ,        ❜        he  pointed  out  ,    after  a  good  several  seconds  of  silent  observation  .        ❛        ones  i’ve  met  usually  play  lutes  ,    or  flutes  .        ❜        or  some  other  type  of  unnamed  stringed  instruments  the  names  of  which  geralt  had  never  heard  and  probably  did  not  remember  as  well  as  he  thought  he  did  .    kaer  morhen  had  never  been  a  musically  inclined  fortress  ,    nor  had  he  taken  any  interest  in  learning  .    only  in  listening        and  even  then  ,    that  was  on  rare  occasion  .        ❛        going  to  tell  me  why  i  can’t  get  rid  of  you  that  easily  ?  seen  you  three  times  tonight  .    and  answer  fast  .    i’m  tired  .        ❜

𐎟܆᭝゜ random dialogue 2.0  !                 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 .

[lyriccl]

Emma's Birthday! | Accepting!

@eseluna asked: venti drops a flower crown on top of the birthday girl's head (❁´◡`❁)

A gift from a fellow bard! Admittedly, Emma hasn't spoken to Venti much. She's heard whispers of the other, mostly others speaking of his talents and the rampant alcohol consumption, but she's never actually had a conversation with him. He seems nice based on the tells of others, though.

... She did wonder how he found out when her birthday was. Sure, she told a few people in the city, but not a lot. Venti must have been deeply entrenched in Modstadt's society. Quite a feat, appearing so young.

Emma was still exceedingly thankful for the flower crown, though! "It's so pretty! Thank you!"

[missallanea-a]

@eseluna : ✏️ - eda and luz perhaps? :3c

send ✏️ for an incorrect quote between our muses !!

[abyssin]

i really wanted to come back here after the holidays, i have a lot of childe muse and i love this silly ginger so much. but i may... take a more official break? words just aren't coming when i log on here and i really don't want to force my muse, as eager as i am to write again here. :") to the ppl i approached or approached me to plot, i'll do my best to get back to you when i feel more motivated to be here.. i'm really sorry for the inconvenience again!! in the mean time, you can find me on @13nth and @eseluna. thank you again for your patience!

[viaetor]

♯ 𝗩𝗜𝗔𝗘𝗧𝗢𝗥.ㅤㅤa mutual exclusive and selective roleplay blog for the 𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥, otherwise known in mortal languages as 𝗔𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥. mostly not canon compliant with genshin impact's story;ㅤfollows an 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲 inspired by cosmic horror and ancient mythologies.ㅤ[ ... ]ㅤtriggers may be present. 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀 ㅤ: ㅤcosmic wandering and loneliness; existence as a weapon; the sun that forever hungers; the unknown darkness within light; monstrosity of the stars; to live is to fight; to rebel is to be condemned; divination made sin; messages from the depths beyond; when does a monster become a man.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗜. carrd.ㅤㅤ𝗜𝗜. headcanons / drabbles / notes.ㅤㅤ𝗜𝗜𝗜. wish list. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗜𝗩. prompts. ㅤㅤ𝗩. resources / graphics blog.

𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ♡ . . . ㅤㅤ@abyssin / @eseluna .

does not typically follow first. ㅤㅤadults (21+ years old) only. ㅤminors and personal blogs will be blocked.ㅤㅤplease read my carrd / guidelines before following.ㅤㅤ[ ... ]ㅤㅤas dearly beloved by 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝘂 (he/she, 21+) since 2022. / ©

[gamereaped]

if there's one thing that's benefited them with being online so often, it's rhyme's extensive network of people across the country. trying to find a ghost has led them into strange areas of the internet, and even stranger are the reaper channels they've connected with in the last three years. rhyme has to mull over the inevitability of being drawn into the UG for her to have found beat's birthday present here, of all places.

well, they do have to admit, the reapers really know their street art.

they had dragged beat all the way out to his favorite skatepark, where she'd normally find him after school hours and they would both begin to head home. they purse their lips at him playfully when he starts to complain that he hadn't brought his skateboard, unable to keep the smile off her face, " just wait a second! i just have to grab something really quick. stay here! "

they rush off to a blind spot in a skatepark, collecting their quest item! they'll make sure to thank the reaper later, no pictures could quite capture his creativity now that they're holding it in person. a quick motion of wiping the skateboard, and rhyme starts to run back to beat, holding it over their head for him to see. finally, a shout, for all the world to hear: " HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BEAT! "

❝ ↪ @eseluna submitted an ask !!

It started with his favorite bowl of curry, turned into him responding to messages and phone calls whenever they would pop up. He recalls Rhyme mentioning to leave a set time open for later on, so while devouring leftovers, Beat finds himself attempting to put together the pieces to whatever puzzle he had decided existed.

" Y'gonna spill yet or wha? "

It's their expression alone which tells him all that he needs to know, something about patience and virtues which he completely misinterprets.

" When did viral stuff get patient? Is my birthday, yo! "

The time finally arrives and upon realizing where they are, the lack of skateboard makes him feel practically nude out in the open. " How'm I suppose to do any sick tricks without my board? " It's like they've read his mind, despite his loud outburst from their teasing, he leans back and waits upon Rhyme's departure.

He looks around, takes notice to the select few who are already boarding, envisioning himself out taking on the ramps and pipes, that is until the familiar voice almost makes him jump out of his skin, a shocked bwah! heard following the outburst.

" Totally knew you was there! Wha'cha talkin ab-oh hell yeah! That a new board? This is sick, Tiny Tot where'd ya even get the time for this?! "

[reaplayer]

extremely low activityㅤ𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎ㅤfromㅤ𝗡𝗘𝗢: 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙬𝙮. sideblog from @eseluna.

[frystsnow-aa]

theㅤ# 𝐟𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰ㅤof winter.ㅤ/ㅤprivate & extremely low activityㅤ𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙩ㅤfromㅤ𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘴.ㅤsideblog from @eseluna.

largely headcanon based at this point; haven’t absorbed the books yet

pls don’t tell me how to write a muse i’ve been writing for a decade now

readability >>>>>>>>>> aesthetics

i do not ship jelsa and do not ship jack with any of the guardians including pitch

i do not post starter calls or memes on this blog and mostly prioritize friends. please reach out for interaction.

pls don’t pressure for replies, i'm mostly just here to write with my friends and have more muse at my main blog @/13nth

previously winterherald / frcsty / snowveined.

[dragetunge]

@eseluna sent: "we’re just going to forget this whole thing ever happened." rayla!

[❇]—;

The smith snatched the glove in her hand back. Looking pointed as flexes his fingers. "That would be wise." he comments as he puts his pinky to the other other finger. Slipping them back into the glove to hide the fact he had five fingers in the first place. Traveling into Xadian cities he had to be careful to not be mistaken for a human. Despite his horns and elven features he could easily pass for human when needed. The gloves were necessary to hide that fact.

"You have no right snatching things off of people like that. Now are you going to buy something or not?" He asks rather pointedly.