#luna lore

[luna1nth3mo0n]

"Stay wild, Moon child,"

Hello! The names Luna, it's nice to meet y'all!

(Donation boundaries)

I DO NOT DO DONATIONS, I AM A MINOR. STOP ASKING FOR THEM.

Taken anons: 🕊 🧸 🛹

Name: Luna Dark

Age: 15

Godly Parent: ☀️Apollo☀️

Appearance: Midnight blue eyes, short and fluffy chocolate brown hair, lots of freckles, terribly pale despite being a literal child of the sun, has a sun birthmark on the back of her neck

Sexuality: Aroace

Gender: Genderfluid

Pronouns: Any

Height: 4'11

Year rounder: Yes (she no no wanna school)

Favorite Siblings: Octavian and Nico

Hobbies: Figure skating, crocheting, hitting people with tables/chairs

Skills: Archery, hand to hand combat, fighting with daggers, stealing

Wepons: Bow 'n arrow, dagger, sword, chairs/tables

Song she relates to: Girls by Marina

Other characters: Cyrus Nova, Coral Emerson

ooc

Yello! This is essentially a self insert teehee :3

Heres lunas wepons:

( @just--a--random--human--being thanks for the sword!!!)

Mutuals ♡

This account is run by

@spacegirlisawalunareclipes

I also run a nico blog

@king-of-the-ghosts

And I have a writing blog

@luna-writes-shit

And a dc rp blog

@your-local-street-child

And also a marauders rp blog

@the-best-slytherin

And maybe even a shifting blog

@holy-shit-luna-shifts

Oh and a witch blog

@moon-lights-witch

Tim Drake

@i-need-a-fucking-coffee

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♡#shush mortals luna is speaking♡ IC~

☆#creator is speaking so listen☆ OOC~

♧#luna lore♧ LORE~

◇#lunas insta◇ INSTA POSTS~

♤#lunas twitter◇ TWITTER POSTS~

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[lunaatthezoo]

I'm writing mafia smut but my life is actually so cute just look at us

(yes my kid is strawberry blonde, no he didn't get it from me but I swear he shares my genes)

[azrawolf]

#Luna lore

So it was voted the I should get Luna lore so...

Here's the first bit of lore you'll see

It will be a mix of comics and art so get ready cuz this little wolf will have trauma!

[pechadream]

Can we know moreeee about your Stardew farmer? Any cute facts?

Of course!!! I love sharing things about my OCs so please don't be shy to ask more about them! (especially if you want to know anything specific, I love going into details-)

Facts about Luna under the cut <3<3

When growing up, she'd frequently visit her grandparents and she'd bake with her grandma before going to help her grandpa on the farm. As an adult, she still uses the tips her grandpa taught her about farming along other general tips he gave her, occasionally she’ll bake the recipes her grandma taught her, and she’ll share it with the villagers. Evelyn, who was close with her grandma, jokes about how it’s even better than how Luna’s grandma used to make it. (Grandma’s spirit is not pleased)

She doodles a lot in her notebooks, her drawings usually consist of whoever her partner in that timeline is and also of her cat. The doodles aren't the best and she will get very embarrassed if anyone sees them and comments on them-

When Luna gets stronger as she works on the farm she starts picking up her friends (after asking if she can) as a way to show off how strong she got. For example, she can fully carry Sebastian, and she can lift Alex a few inches off the ground. She always gets excited whenever she can pick someone as she’s never really had the strength to do so beforehand-

Luna has a small trend when it comes to naming her animals, it started when she got her first two chickens and she named them after desserts (specifically; Custard and Tart) it may or may not have been because she was thinking about making said desserts and was hungry at the time of naming, but since then she's stuck to it and continued the trend of naming all future animals after desserts as well.

The Junimos like to spend time on her farm as it has lots of lush nature (she left some parts untouched and just left for nature to reclaim because she noticed the wildlife liked to stay there to make nests and the likes) But occasionally a Junimo will get curious about Luna and will start trailing behind her as she does her work, so she always carries extra berries on her at all times to hand out to the Junimos if any are following her for a long period of time (she assumes they get tired from floating after her all the time)

[moonlightspencie]

i need you guys to remember any time i post that i used to be known as the tony stark smut blog. my first fic ever was john winchester smut. this should put me as a person into perspective a little more

[t4tklonoa]

seeing movie Klonoa again activated smth in my brain. kinsona go....

[karaunaa]

idk if anyone remembers that post on tumblr abt a what if situation, with Fluttershy returning to the past and having to befriend pre-stone discord in order to go home, BUT……

the mane 6 ends up somewhere due to an Magical Incident!! Wowie!!

is this their timeline’s past? Who knows! Have they accidentally dimension hopped to the next universe over? ¯_(ツ)_/¯

All they know is that they’ve wound up in an era of Equestria that’s under the rule of discord, while their once peaceful princesses are waging both a civil war against him, and a first contact war with the countries around Equestria in order to maintain their country’s border

things are going Down

twilight is now a third alicorn that Celestia and Luna are very interested in. fluttershy desperately wants her highly traumatised and distant best friend back. dash and aj are very quickly becoming legendary heroes. and rarity and pinkie pie are single hoofedly making world peace a viable option

[mewguca]

do you ever think about how moon is one of the few Iterators to ever be "born"? (having her umbilical severed)

I wonder if that was intentional symbolism; Moon has a renewed perspective that gives her (ironically) more hope and vitality for life itself, despite almost dying.

of course, as death and birth are connected like a ring (or maybe a spiral?) I suppose it makes a ton of sense, actually. Something really fun to think about.

God I love rain world.

I wanted to make this some Full Ramble tm but I'm honestly too exhausted / busy from Job rn so this is just a twitter crosspost. but I hope this can spark some meaningful rumination / discussion. ^^

and in case anyone is confused — the umbilical refers to the puppet's wires, not the armature that supports it. I think it was very purposeful that it was called an umbilical specifically.

This symbolizes iterators as unborn, a trait they seem to share with Echoes, who often assume a somewhat fetal position. Echoes also exist in the Interstice instead of as living beings within the material plane who experience death and rebirth. Iterators do not die easily, and so they are not born easily, either. There are some notable differences of course — Echoes are partway towards ascension; if they can let go of what keeps them from moving on, they can experience the final "death" and final "rebirth" — Ascension. The ultimate change and the culmination of one's thread. Iterators, meanwhile, are designed not to ascend (without finding the Solution first). Of course, entropy shall inevitably claim them, and the Void Sea shall inevitably claim their structures as it eats away at the world beneath them.

So, in the end... everything moves on. but there's plenty to talk about before that end, and I do find the imagery of Iterators as unborn to be quite fascinating. I don't think it's mere coincidence that Moon seems to be accepting and at peace with her place in the world while ALSO having her umbilical severed. Again there's a lot to ramble on about with moon being changed so drastically it is a sort of rebirth in itself but I am. tired. Apologies for any poor / confusing wording.

[skyscrapergods]

has being fucking Massive and Immortality changed the alicorns’ perspective on regular ponies? I imagine they’d get more condescending and distant and stuff

You are surrounded by flies. If you pause, and look closely, you realize the flies are iridescent, with deeply colorful eyes, and beautiful wings like stained glass. It cannot see the colorful windows of your world, but you can try to describe them. But know that doing so take up the creature's precious time. Years to them is mere hours to you. In a long conversation about the stars, you and the fly share ideas and perspectives. You come away delighted with a new view on constellations and what they mean to the common folk.

The fly comes away dazzled, haunted, and halfway to the grave. What was to you a wonderful conversation was years of study, communion, and dedication on the part of the small creature. He gave up any other pursuits, he constructed his life around this cause. He lost his friends, family, and home. You lost your lunch break.

You love this creature. You love the small being that you once were. You want to talk to him again. You want to tell him of the stars, of dreams... but to speak with him twice, at least meaningfully, would take from him the rest of his life. Could you demand that from him for the sake of your own curiosity? Years passed for him already. In the time it took you to draw a breath, his childhood ended. Do you summon him again? Or do you let him go to live his life, what's left of it?

It is painful for everyone. It hurts something in your chest, it breaks the heart of a god. It wounds his family to watch him leave them behind for the sake of what? A mere whim? He had ambitions! He had a story! It's all gone now. Rewritten for your musings.

You leave him. He cries for you but he needs not a goddess. He needs to live, to turn from the sky to his fellow bugs.

That's what he is. A fly. A mere insect to you. To hold him down is to pin him through his soft center, and display his corpse as a record of his extinction.

So look away. Forget the color of his eyes, the sound of his voice, and the intelligence that stirred you to pluck him out his world and keep him in yours. There, he would be a wildflower with a cut stem. He would be beautiful, but he is so small, and so quiet. He would be just a decoration on your table; made to dance and sing for your amusement and then tossed out with the rubbish when he breaks.

You miss him. You love him. But he is a crawling worm and you are the rain. There are many others like him, but you must be careful to only speak a few words to each. Or better yet, say nothing at all. Let them fade and mix into a writhing blur without name, stories, or opinions on stars.

You are surrounded by flies.

[proxycrit]

What if I redesigned some horses to fit MY favorite narrative trope: fallen gods and forgotten myths of old? Anyways.

Twilight’s mentor is a strange one. In a world of twilit planes forever shrouded in mystery, the older unicorn Lest and her adopted student Twilight are one in many common travelers, migrating the pitted wastelands and eeking survival within settlements that spring up around the glowing meteor shards. Despite living with Lest for the last four years, Twilight can’t help but seek answers to where her brother has gone— and in the process, perhaps dig a bit too deeply into the complexities of gods far older and dangerous then she can truly fathom.

On the otherhand, Celestia “Lest” Sol is having a terrible millenium. Her sister is no longer her sister, her student teleported herself halfway across the continent, and she got herself kidnapped by an old rival trying to attune with the elements of harmony to overthrow the current ruler of Equestria.

At least she gets a toxic yuri moment.

Meanwhile, Chrysalis is having a great time. She’s got kingdoms to conquer and people to feed and a waning god to taunt.

(The Selene Grace hates the sun monarch they deposed five centuries ago as they stay chained to their post, keeping the lunar and solar bodies from crashing into each other. Luna misses her sister, and the easier world where they haven’t hurt each other beyond reparation. Nightmare Moon misses their monstrosity, trapped in a host who’s grief has poisoned them with empathy.

Things are bound to tip. The celestial bodies are not bodies, but prisons, and the amalgamations we call alicorns the key. And something desperately wants to be freed…)

Anyways:

My mane 6 redesign here!

And my luna and celestia redesigns here!

[luna1nth3mo0n]

Just keep your feet on the ground

And move your head all around

You put your hands in the air

And move with the sound

Do the earthquake!

[lunaatthezoo]

Hubby just delivered me a THC drink and a million snacks as I'm laying in bed writing hahahaha. New Sin&Salvation coming today!!

Also I dropped my laptop into bath water and he's fixing it for me so I have to finish writing, edit, and post on my phone that is dying because I also dropped it in the water with the laptop and now I can't charge it hahahahaah I'm doing GREAT

[azrawolf]

I tried a more detailed one

...

God I really missed the layers

[pechadream]

Fond Memories

Here's a small comic of my SDV farmer Luna and her grandpa back when she was younger!

Expect more Luna minicomics (Or the very rare fully colored comic) in the future! <3

⚠  Do not repost my art or I will come after your kneecaps  ⚠

(Bonus comic under the cut!)

Don't worry, she'll lift that sword someday.

(Today is just not that day)

[aventurineswife]

Hi! Can I request Dan Heng x reader who loves dragons? They were always fascinated by them and thought that they were beautiful. But when Reader learns that their boyfriend is a dragon, they are surprisingly calm and rational about it because they didn't want to overwhelm Dan Heng or make him uncomfortable with their interest and/or fangirling (even though they would love to stare at him and touch his horns for example).

Thank you and have a good day or night!

A Touch of Divinity

Summary: After Dan Heng reveals his Vidyadhara nature to you, his reserved demeanor hides his apprehension about how you'll react. As someone fascinated by dragons, you can't help but admire the beauty of his true form. However, you remain calm and considerate, not wanting to overwhelm him with your enthusiasm. Slowly, your quiet support and genuine admiration help Dan Heng see himself through your eyes, fostering a deeper bond between you.

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Fluff, Comfort, Established Relationship, Vidyadhara Lore (Not fully explored), Horn Touching, Mutual Trust, Tender Moments.

A/N: wrote a similar Dan Heng fic in the past 🤔

The quiet hum of the Astral Express filled the air as you sat across from Dan Heng in the archives room, a warm cup of tea in your hands. The soft glow of data screens illuminated his face, accentuating his sharp features as he diligently studied star charts. You admired his focus, the way his brow furrowed slightly in concentration, and the serene aura that seemed to follow him.

You had always loved dragons—the stories, the legends, and the mythic beauty they embodied. Something about their grace and power fascinated you, and it was a topic you could gush about for hours. Yet, you never expected that your fascination would one day intersect so directly with your life.

Dan Heng had recently confided in you about his true nature. You still remembered the way his voice had been calm but measured, the way his hands had fidgeted slightly—a rare display of nervousness. He told you about the Vidyadhara, his lineage, and his form as the Imbibitor Lunae. He explained it all with surprising clarity, yet his guarded expression betrayed his concern for how you might react.

Your response had been unexpectedly calm.

“That’s incredible, Dan Heng,” you’d said softly, reaching for his hand. “Thank you for trusting me with this.”

You’d watched his eyes widen, a hint of relief flickering in their depths. What you didn’t tell him was just how much your heart had raced when he revealed himself, how your mind had been flooded with a thousand questions, and how you’d fought the urge to pepper him with them all at once.

You had always wanted to touch his horns.

Now, as you sipped your tea and stole glances at him, you couldn’t help but marvel at the little details of his appearance. His translucent horns glimmered faintly in the light, curling elegantly like a piece of ancient art. His hair flowed over his shoulders, and the scales that shimmered on his skin were so subtle they were almost imperceptible unless you looked closely. Every inch of him radiated an otherworldly beauty, and yet he seemed completely unaware of it.

“What is it?” His voice broke your reverie, low and steady, but tinged with curiosity.

You blinked, realizing you’d been staring. “Oh, nothing. Just... thinking.”

Dan Heng raised an eyebrow. “Thinking?”

You hesitated, debating how much to reveal. “About you,” you admitted with a small smile. “And how incredible it is that you’re... you.”

His expression softened, though his gaze remained unreadable. “You don’t find it strange?” he asked after a moment. “That I’m not... entirely human?”

“Not at all,” you replied quickly. “If anything, I think it’s beautiful. But I didn’t want to overwhelm you by saying that.”

Dan Heng’s eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, he looked genuinely taken aback. He was so used to people fearing or judging him for his nature that your admiration caught him off guard.

“You... think it’s beautiful?” he asked, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

“Of course,” you said, setting your cup down and leaning forward slightly. “Your horns, your scales—everything about you is incredible, Dan Heng. But I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by saying so. I know this is something you’ve struggled with.”

He studied you for a long moment, his expression unreadable, before a rare, soft smile curved his lips. “You’ve always been understanding,” he said. “More than I expected.”

“I just want you to feel safe with me,” you said gently. “But... if it’s okay, can I ask you something?”

He tilted his head slightly, a silent cue for you to continue.

“Would it be alright if I... touched your horns? Just once?” Your cheeks flushed at the request, but your curiosity got the better of you.

Dan Heng blinked, clearly startled by the question. For a moment, you worried you’d overstepped, but then he gave a small nod.

“Go ahead,” he said, his voice steady, though a faint hint of color rose to his cheeks.

You reached out tentatively, your fingers brushing against one of his horns. The surface was smooth and cool to the touch, like polished jade. Up close, you could see the intricate patterns etched into them, almost like natural calligraphy. Your fascination only deepened.

“They’re beautiful,” you murmured, withdrawing your hand after a moment.

Dan Heng’s gaze softened further, and he seemed almost shy under your admiration. “You’re... not what I expected,” he said quietly.

“What did you expect?” you asked with a small laugh.

“Fear. Or curiosity that felt... invasive,” he admitted. “But you’re different.”

You smiled at him, your chest warming at his words. “You’re important to me, Dan Heng. All of you. And I’m glad you trusted me enough to share this side of yourself.”

For a moment, the only sound was the hum of the Astral Express around you. Then Dan Heng reached across the table, his hand covering yours. His touch was steady and warm, a quiet gesture of gratitude and connection.

“Thank you,” he said simply.

And in that moment, you knew he was finally starting to believe he could be loved for exactly who he was—dragon scales, horns, and all.

[mushroombuttonsart]

Also got all the princesses too! (The 3 main ones at least)