#lunara lore

[basketobread]

How does Lunara feel about... Lolth

not good lol

[introvert-rat]

I find that very funny that both Loar (they/she) and Lunara (@basketobread) have PTSD from the underdark

[fluermoop]

talk about lunara/shattered!lux… /nf

Si ☑️☑️☑️☑️☑️

I have a small info dump about her,,

1. She doesn't show often her emotions, mostly of time she has a straight face. But her hair/flame changes according to her emotions. Like square/ triangles form to anger, flame drops when she feel sad (reminding a little of the rain), happiness her flame gets more "full" to seem it's "fluffy"

2. She loves to go on dark forests at night, when the weather looks like it's going to rain is her favorite part.

3. Her touch is acid because of the negativity she has on her soul. Only nightmare can touch her, but he avoids doing that (because the amount of negativity he has is much greater than hers, and this could somehow kill her).

4. Her flame it's like a toxic gas, and she manages to make it look like tentacles (like on the drawing I showed).

5. The moon on her forehead is pure negativity, and when she leaves her hair in the shape of tentacles a black liquid of negativity flows.

6. She doesn't like any sweet food.

7. She always tends to stay in isolated places at night, she likes silence and hates loud noises.

7. If her flames touches her opponent, she can make them feel their past trauma again as her acid slowly intoxicates the opponent causing them to melt while she makes they remember their own traumas. (Or make them feel guilty about something that happened on the past)

8. Even though she doesn't remember Cross or Dream, Nightmare doesn't allow them to have any kind of contact in any way.

9. She doesn't have any friends, and even if she had, she wouldn't show that she liked them

10. She likes to see the constellations in the sky

This drawing is a little old but is her new design (idk how to make good designs)

At first I was going to make her with a more gothic design, but I have no idea how to make gothic clothes

So yea, have this super pro random infos about her! 🫡

Lunara (or shattered!lux) belongs to me

[basketobread]

OH... MY.... GOD... THANK YOU SOOOOOOO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS?!?! I LOOOOVED IT!!! AHHHH THIS WAS SUCH A FUN READ I'VE NEVER HAD MY CHARACTERS WRITTEN ABOUT BEFORE THIS IS SUCH A HUGE HONOR FOR ME HAHAHAHA OH MY GOD YOU TOTALLY MADE MY ENTIRE YEAR WITH THIS <333333

This is dedicated to the absolutely beautiful hooman bean @basketobread 💕 They are truly one of the best people I've EVER met and has such a kind, wonderful heart!!! Furthermore, all of their artworks are literal ✨️MASTERPIECES✨️ They and their works are a constant source of joy for me and I just got inspired to write this very short, very simple fic of my BG3 Tav and their much beloved character Lunara meeting 🥰 It's not much, but I hope y'all like it and I hope even more that I did Lunara's amazing character justice! This is also my first time writing my Tav in a story format so it's great practice and an opportunity to flesh her out more before I post my fic of her and Astarion :)

More about my Tav here + this is the song she's singing in this story (and fun fact: I headcanon the singer to be my Tav's voiceclaim!) ❤️

Fic is under the cut and thanks sooo much for reading!! \(^o^)/

Darkness consumed the drow cleric's entire visage. A darkness that reminded her of her past in the Underdark; a waking nightmare she miraculously escaped, forging a path of her own, under the light and guidance of her Lady of Silver.

But this time, she feared that this smothering darkness would be...permanent. She could feel herself blinking, yet only blackest black and the stinging prick of her tears greeted her. She felt the ground beneath her and she doesn't think she broke any bones--or so she hopes--but she couldn't move. There was a looming heaviness in her chest and ice gripping at her heart.

Is she...dying? Eyes fluttering shut, she's resigned to her paralysis, but has not given up hope.

Because fuck that, she's most definitely not a quitter.

"M-My Lady of S-Silver..." She murmured, weak in physique but ever strong in her faith. "P-Please watch o-over me, h-help me overcome..."

She hasn't the faintest clue how long she stayed like that, strengthening herself in prayer, though eventually her ears perked up at the sound of...footsteps?

Something--or, rather, someone--sat next to her. She heard some shuffling then the soft strum of a lyre being played and a beautiful, soothing voice reverberating in her head.

"Flower, gleam and glow

Let your power shine

Make the clock reverse

Bring back what once was mine"

As the mystery songstress continued, she could feel power coursing through her veins, slowly but surely. She blinked once more and faint spots of light danced amidst the shadows.

"Heal what has been hurt

Change the Fates' design

Save what has been lost

Bring back what once was mine

What once was mine"

She felt her fingers twitching, toes wiggling; and, like a flower blossoming, she rose. She let out a sharp gasp as she sat up, chest still heavy but not as excruciating as it was before.

She's alive.

She blinked rapidly, perfect vision returning. She had hardly a moment to gather her bearings when someone's voice rang excitedly.

"Holy hells! I'm so glad you weren't, like, completely dead! Good thing I saw you just in time!"

Her gaze landed on the young woman before her. A half-drow with a smile as bright as the sun and mismatched eyes (one, she noticed, being a rather unusual blood red with a prominent scar across it). She was pretty--ahem, very pretty, might she add--but looked worse for wear. Something she was sure she looked, too.

Before either of them could say anything else, a migraine hit them both like a spiked club. They both cradled their heads in their hands, fragments of a hellish nautiloid swirling in their minds, waiting for the pain to pass and their eyes meeting in recognition.

When it finally did, the stranger piped up once more.

"Oh, wow, we're parasite pals!"

Despite the situation of it all, she laughed. A welcoming warmth radiated from the strange stranger, enveloping her and easing the tension of all of today's utter bullshit. From being kidnapped by godsdamned Mind Flayers to being infected by a disgusting parasite, she laughed and felt comforted that, at the very least, she was not alone.

"Indeed we are!" She grinned before holding her hand out. "Thank you so, so much for saving me! My name is Lunara and you are..?"

The stranger beamed, shaking Lunara's hand and her other hand making a theatrical waving gesture. "Mon'sun, at your service, fair maiden! Perhaps you've heard of me, perhaps not. The tale of my titillating life is still being written, you see~"

'Ehe. TIT-illating.' Lunara thought to herself, letting out a small chuckle before clearing her throat. She was a toootally mature adult, after all.

"Well, Mon'sun, Selûne's blessings upon you!" Lunara did a half bow, mimicking Mon'sun's theatrics which Mon'sun definitely approved of. "Besides your incredibly kind and gracious act of saving me, I'm positive my Lady of Silver led you here for a reason. What say you we band together and find a cure for this parasite?"

"Oho, asking to team up so fast? I would say take me out to dinner first, but I'm pretty easy sooo..." She joked, making a show of thinking before gasping dramatically, pretending to cry tears of joy. "Yes! A thousand times yes!"

Lunara just as dramatically placed a hand over her heart, sniffling. "Thank you! I promise to make you a happy woman!"

As they both stood up chattering and laughing away, preparing for the thrill of adventure ahead, Lunara noticed she was missing her coin pouch.

"Have you seen my coin pouch? I could've sworn I had it tied tightly around my waist, so there's no way it could've fallen off after the nautiloid crash." Lunara questioned as her purple eyes darted around their surroundings, ash and smoke rising from all the debris.

"Perhaps it burned away from the flames of the crash." Mon'sun replied smoothly, helping Lunara seek for her humble riches.

(Pssst, Mon'sun is lying and has Lunara's pouch in her pack, but she rolled a Nat 20 on ✨️deception✨️ sooo...)

"Well, nevermind then!" Lunara shrugged, smiling. "I'm sure our Lady of Silver will grant us great blessings for our journey. In fact, she has already bestowed upon me a most wonderful blessing in the form of a kind, trustworthy new friend!"

Narrator: *As the two drow kin embark on their perilous quest to free themselves of their parasites, a haunting voice echoes deep within the recesses of Mon'sun's mind; her own parasite. One of a different, godly breed taunting her--tormenting her.*

"Do you wish to find comfort in the presence of another inferior god, spiderling?" Lolth cackled, cruel music flooding Mon'sun's ears, vicious mockery only she can hear. "Such foolishness will only bring about disappointment...much like your new companion. But I am here, spiderling. Always watching. It is only a matter of TIME for you to bathe in her blood."

Mon'sun abruptly stopped in her tracks, shutting her eyes tight, nails digging into the palms of her hands that nearly drew blood as she willed the spider goddess to not so kindly fuck off. She was used to this by now, the lure of Lolth's appalling temptations always merciless, sickening, and...gratifying.

But no. She will never ever give in. Absolutely fucking NOT!

"Are you alright, Mon'sun?"

Mon'sun's eyes snapped open, sweat beading down her temple and wide, frantic eyes landing on Lunara, a few feet in front of her staring at her in concern.

"...I forgot!" A beat too late, a beat too nervous. But thankfully, Lunara didn't seem to notice it, only watching in curiousity as Mon'sun rummaged through her pack that was literally ripping off the seams.

Mon'sun then procured a small purple pouch, smiling sheepishly as she handed it to Lunara.

"Apologies, friend. I stole picked this up earlier and just remembered it now. This must be yours, yes?"

Lunara caught Mon'sun completely off guard when she launched herself at the other girl, wrapping her arms around Mon'sun.

"Oh, our Lady of Silver truly blesses me! Thank you, friend, your kindness knows no bounds!" Lunara giggled.

Mon'sun was still for a few moments before returning the embrace, laying her head against Lunara's chest. Her bardic ear listened close, the faint thrum of Lunara's heartbeat--as lovely as its owner--lulling her to a wonderful sense of security.

No matter how temporary.

[bristledthistled]

The Lord’s Servant and the Moon Tyrant Reunite in VRChat Or, well, technically the ‘Moon Tyrant’s backup…

More au lore/junk for my Servant Sun and Lunara Au

After coming back online, Moon is greeted with the sight of his dimensions in shambles and Lord Eclipse reigning over its ashes. After a tense interaction with Lord Eclipse, Moon learns of the witherstorm and the presumed demise of his brother. Moon refuses to humor the idea that his brother is dead and treks out to find him- which Lord Eclipse smugly allows, seeing as he has already won and nothing is more satisfying than the thought of Moon wasting his life for this fool’s errand.

After a soul crushing amount of time, that almost results in Moon hitting a breaking point he finally finds his brother in some far off dimension, rummaging around the ruins of a destroyed city.

Moon is ecstatic to see his brother alive and in one piece, unfortunately the sentiment is not shared. Sun sees the person responsible for destroying his home bolting straight towards him and all he could think about it the Moon tyrant’s last threat towards him about making him experience the most painful death known in the universe.

This of course results in a “Why are you running? WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?” moment as Sun runs away screaming.

Meanwhile, Lunara and Eclipse just make fun of his wardrobe choices...

[zaczenemiji]

Morpheus x Goddess!Arianrhod!Reader

Synopsis: In the Corona Borealis, Arianrhod finds herself preoccupied with thoughts of Morpheus. Unexpectedly drawn into The Dreaming, Arianrhod encounters him again, leading to an exchange that hints at deeper connections and future

Author’s Note: From this part onwards, alterations on the lore and nature of Arianrhod from the Welsh mythology was made to better fit the plot.

Word Count: 2,217

PART ONE

PART TWO

✧ Dream Upon A Star ✧

In the swirling galaxy of stars deep within the cosmos, there nests an ethereal realm. A mystical domain inhabited by celestial beings: the star fairies, moon guardians, cosmic weavers, seasonal spirits, and celestial animals. All of which were created and governed by their supreme ruler.

At the center of the realm towers a magnificent fortress that rises high into the cosmos—Caer Arianrhod, the Spiral Castle. Its walls glow with soft celestial light, creating an ever-changing display of colors reminiscent of the auroras. Its towers reach into the heavens, crowned with observatories.

In the heart of the castle is the Hall of Stars, a grand hall with an open ceiling where stars and galaxies are visible in their full splendor. Here, Lyrael, the first weaver of the celestial loom, awaits her queen.

Not long after, a silver light appeared. It turned into a swirling vortex of stars, and from there, Arianrhod emerged. Her arrival resonated within the realm, informing its inhabitants of their queen’s return.

“Welcome home, your highness,” Lyrael greeted with a bow. Before Arianrhod could even respond, her celestial owl flew quickly towards her, landing on her arm.

“Lunara!” the goddess greeted as she petted her owl’s head. “Hello, Lyrael,” she said, acknowledging her attendant. She walked towards her throne, owl still on her arm, as Lyrael followed.

“How did the convention go, my queen?” Lyrael asked the moment the queen had sat. Arianrhod told her the events that transpired, especially about the certain Endless.

“I am glad to know that you had a great time, Lady Star,” Lyrael replied. “Surely, the Lord of Dreams had one as well.”

Upon the mention of the Endless, Arianrhod’s curiosity peaked. “Is there anything you know about him?” She asked.

“Not much, my lady,” Lyrael answered. “Only from the fate of those whom he loved.”

Arianrhod decided that it was a story for another day as it was time to return to her duties. Lunara flew off her arm as she stood from the throne. Quickly, she made her way into the Chamber of Destinies where she did most of her work.

The queen can mostly be found attending to her duties in two places: the Chamber of Destinies, and the Stellar Observatory.

In the Chamber of Destinies, ornate pedestals are arranged in a circular formation around the perimeter of the chamber. The pedestals radiate outward from the center in spiraling patterns. They are also arranged in tier levels, with each level rising slightly higher than the one before it.

On top of each pedestal are the Fate Wheels, miniature versions of the much larger Silver Wheel found in the Hall of Stars. Each wheel represents the path of an individual. It is Arianrhod’s duty to ensure that they continue to spin. Otherwise, it would disrupt the Silver Wheel that holds the collective destiny of humanity as a whole.

The Stellar Observatory, on the other hand, is located at the top of the castle’s towers. In there, Arianrhod, together with the Cosmic Weavers, control the cosmic energies that govern the universe. They ensure that the movement of stars, planets, and galaxies synchronizes the rhythm of time.

However, a duty unique to the goddess, aside from the maintenance of the Fate Wheels, is the mending of rifts in the fabric of space-time. She is the one who repairs the cosmic anomalies and deals with those who intend to disturb the cosmos.

This is how the goddess had spent her life since the beginning of time, and how she will continue to do so in the entirety of her immortal life. Or so she thought.

She rarely leaves her realm; only on situations that require her presence—like the recent convention—and her intervention on mortals that negatively affects the Silver Wheel.

Before she knew it, it had been months, in mortal terms, since the convention. Specifically, the first time she met Morpheus. Often, she found her thoughts returning to him.

But as many times she thought of him, were the times she tried not to care. However, in moments like this where her presence is not needed in the chamber nor the observatory, when she is solitarily sitting on her throne, she wonders about him.

“My lady,” Lyrael called, disrupting Arianrhod’s thoughts. “Have you been feeling unwell?”

Arianrhod looked at her. Confused, she asked, “No, why?”

Lyrael sighed, a bit hesitant. “You don’t seem like yourself lately,” she started. “There are times you stare off in the distance like something’s on your mind.”

“Is there something wrong in the realm?” She asked, knowing that there is highly likely nothing outside of the Corona Borealis that would bother you. Unless there are threats but in that case, you would’ve acted to eliminate them immediately. So she settled with the conclusion that something might be going on in the realm.

“Perhaps, in the Lunar Gardens?” Lyrael continued. She remembered what the Star Fairies said—that the queen had frequented there. It was unusual because Arianrhod is a burner of the midnight oil; all she thought about was her duties. In other words, she isn’t one to spend her time on such trivialities as gardening.

For the first time, Arianrhod was at a loss for words, a loss for explanations. “Forgive me,” she said. “Perhaps I just need to…”

“But The Dreaming will always open its gates to you.”

“My lady?” Lyrael asked, urging Arianrhod to continue.

“…sleep,” the queen continued. Poor Lyrael continued to be baffled but she chose to keep it to herself. She is unsure of what’s happening except for one thing: the queen has never been in her sanctum for as far as she can remember.

In Arianrhod’s chamber, there’s an astral window enchanted to reveal different celestial phenomena. However, this time, it remained an ordinary one that gave her a view of the Lunar Gardens.

The Stellar Blooms mirrored the heavens as they looked like stars on the ground. She thought of the one she gave to Morpheus and wondered how it was doing.

She glanced from the window to her bed. Her canopy bed looked so inviting. She never slept—she didn’t need sleep. Rest was a concept she observed in others, not one she partook in herself.

But for the first time, she was curious.

And so she walked over to her bed, sitting on its edge before letting herself lie down.

Then she closed her eyes.

“My lord,” Lucienne calls to Morpheus who stares at the stained glass panes of his castle. It had shifted back to its original form just before Lucienne could see what he was looking at.

“A divine being has entered The Dreaming,” she informed.

“I am aware, Lucienne,” Morpheus said. “I shall welcome them into The Dreaming.” In the blink of an eye, he was gone.

On the bridge held up by massive stone hands, Arianrhod stands in awe. It was daylight wherever she looked. This realm resembled Earth; she hadn’t been there for a long time—the brightness almost hurt her eyes.

She closed her eyes and gently rubbed it. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” She almost jumped in surprise at the voice that came out of nowhere.

Morpheus stood behind her. As Arianrhod turned, he felt his heart skip a beat. Their eyes met, and the warm feeling inside him resurfaced.

For a moment, he could not believe it. He was just looking at the memory of her on the stained glass panes earlier, as he did every day since the moment he met her.

And now she’s here, in his realm, looking just as beautiful in daylight as she was under the light of a thousand stars.

She smiled, “I am not certain.” She didn’t want to admit that she came here on purpose. “I fell asleep. And it brought me here, to your realm.”

Morpheus looked at her with deep, knowing eyes. “Welcome to The Dreaming, Lady of the Silver Wheel,” he said with a faint smile.

Arianrhod was the first to break the eye contact. She looked around again, now seeing better after her eyes had adjusted.

“This place is beautiful,” she said.

Morpheus kept himself from telling her that The Dreaming pales in comparison to her—and now that she’s here, there is nothing else in his realm more beautiful than her.

Too captivated, Arianrhod almost forgot about the Stellar Bloom. “Oh, does it turn night here?” She asked. “The Stellar Bloom wouldn’t thrive in this condition.”

“The celestial flower is alive and well, Star,” he said. “I made sure to follow your instructions.”

Morpheus held his hand out. Sand swirled on top of it until a small pot appeared. In his hand was the Stellar Bloom, planted in a pot.

Arianrhod was delighted to see the flower. Morpheus saw the twinkle in her eyes as she looked at it.

She held her hand out in an attempt to sprinkle it with stardust. However, to her surprise, nothing came out of it. Then, she realized—she was powerless in The Dreaming.

As if reading her thoughts, Morpheus spoke, “You must come here in person to be able to use your powers.”

Morpheus sent the flower back to its place in his chamber, leaving nothing but traces of sand on his hand.

Arianrhod squinted at him. “Why should I?” She asked referring to his invitation.

Morpheus stepped forward, standing close to her once again, but this time, without the flower in between them. He looked at her eyes intently, his gaze unfaltering.

“Since our meeting at the convention, I have found my thoughts often returning to you,” Morpheus said.

He took another step closer. Morpheus’s eyes reflected a glimpse of rare vulnerability.

“I wish you to be the queen of my realm, Star,” he said. Arianrhod felt her heart flutter. “Will you allow me this?”

“Very well, Dream,” she replied. “I shall allow it.”

But before Morpheus could even smile, she stepped back. “IF you fulfill my conditions,” she smirked.

He was surprised, yet fascinated. “You challenge me, Star?” He asked, his lips forming into a smirk as well.

“Not a lot knows about me. But those who do, call me…” Arianrhod replied, leaning close. “…the goddess who challenges”—and that, she will continue to be. She wouldn’t allow herself to be fooled by any man again.

“What are your conditions, my lady?” Morpheus asked. Someday, that title will no longer be used just for formality. He will make sure—it will be used to refer to her as his woman.

Arianrhod stepped back, smiling. “First,” she said. “You need to show me the entirety of The Dreaming.”

Morpheus looked in disbelief, but he was delighted. “That’s easy,” he said. “We can even start now.”

“I know, Dream Lord,” Arianrhod agreed. “But you can’t show me the dreaming if I’m not here.” She moved to walk past Morpheus

“Which is why,” she continued, turning around when she’s past Morpheus. “Our little tour of The Dreaming would take place only when I stumble upon here.”

Morpheus didn’t know what he would feel, but the challenge added a thrill. Although, he did not understand the need to delay. The only theory he could come up with was that she might be playing with him.

“Second,” Arianrhod said. “You need to be able to find my realm.”

That piqued Morpheus’s interest. No one—not Death, and not even Destiny, who, among the Endless, is the one who could have direct connections to the goddess associated with time cycles, knew the name nor whereabouts of her realm.

“Third,” continued Arianrhod. “You have to make me fall in love with you.”

There was a moment of silence between the two. Arianrhod breaks the silence. “You can always find someone else, Dream,” she said. “Maybe I’m worth the gamble, maybe I’m not.”

“I’m just not that easy of a woman, Dream,” she continued. “I have my own realm to attend to. And I don’t want to compromise it.”

It was Morpheus’s turn to speak. “Very well,” he said. “You’ve named your conditions, and I shall give my all to fulfill them.”

Arianrhod nodded. “Well then,” she said. “Until my next visit, Lord of—“

“Before you go,” Morpheus cut her statement. His sand once again swirled on his hand, later revealing a flower.

It had pale blue petals with delicate silver veins. Its center, a cluster of tiny, luminous white stamens. The stem is a deep indigo. Its leaves are broad and velvety, dark green with a subtle silver lining.

“For you,” Morpheus said, handing it to Arianrhod. The goddess was surprised. She carefully took it in her hands, holding it by the stem.

She places it near her nose. Its fragrance, delicate and enchanting. “What flower is this?” She asked.

Morpheus smirked, “You’ll have to come again to find out.”

What Arianrhod didn’t know, was Morpheus created it the moment he returned to The Dreaming after the convention. He ought to give you something in return—something that could also thrive in a cosmic realm, like the flowers at the Nexus. He spent days perfecting this flower, he’s just glad he was able to give it to you.

“Clever,” Arianrhod chuckled. “Well then, Lord of Dreams. We shall see each other again.”

Morpheus gently took her hand and pressed it upon his lips,” I eagerly wait for your return, Lady Star.”

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PART THREE

I’m a sucker for slow burn romance 🤧

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[ghostsandfools]

Ghost's one sentence opinions on every tsams/laes character (that I care enough for to have opinions about)

Sun - She deserves so much more.

Moon - Ehhh.....

Nexus - He's a little dumb.

Lunar - I have WAY too many feelings about him.

Earth - I want a hug.... :(

Montgomery - I want to shoot them.

Gemini - I'm so so so so so so so normal about them, I swear, I swear I don't wanna make out with them and cuddle them and play with their hair I swear to GOD-

Nebula - She's so sassy, but also she's so adorable!

Rez - 🥺💞❤️👉👈✨😫🥰😘🫣🤭🫦👀💋🍑🌶️🌹🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🪐

Taurus - I wanna explain all of the FNAF lore to him.

Leo - I want him to be Italian.

Eclipse (the current one, I didn't know much about the other three) - He's fine, I like his dynamic with Earth, I don't have many feelings about him.

Solar - He is me in the show, I genuinely just see myself every time I look at him.

Bloodmoon - I don't like how the show insists he's evil in every dimension, dimensions should theoretically be infinite with an infinite amount of possibilities, and as much as I hate Bloodmoon, it is genuinely impossible for there to not be a nice one SOMEWHERE.

Ruin - He is NOT morally gray, he is a lot less redeemable than everyone makes it seem.

Dark Sun - Genuinely zero feelings towards him whatsoever.

KC - I wish he was my dad :(

Dazzle - They're so adorableeeeeeeeeee

Jack - It reminds me of my cousin, I love its dynamic with Dazzle, it's just adorable.

Puppet - Morally Gray Mommy <3

Foxy - I understand him so much. I don't like all of the choices he's made, but I get it man.

FC - Little guy :D

Solar Flare - ????????

Spaniard - I'm so mad that they just killed it off, it didn't even get its own death episode, they just glossed over it, WHAT THE FUCK.

Goliath - Okay I know he only showed up in like one episode so he could kill Spaniard and then dip, but he gives off serious himbo vibes, imagine if they reprogrammed him to be nice and he just goofed off in the background-

Creator - :(

Trashcan Man - I know nothing about him except for the fact that he's Creator's husband

Molten - I wanna like him, really, I do, but he's just so boring...

Lunara - PLEASE I NEED THEM TO BE A PERMANENT VILLAIN LIKE DARK SUN, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

World President Earth - I need her to team up with Lunara, I'LL DIE WITHOUT IT!

Lord Eclipse - Kinda fucking ugly tbh

Sven - YES.

That one overworked employee who was at the restaurant Sun and Moon went to and who sold Daisy to Earth - Most. Underrated. TSBS. Character. EVER.

Feel free to reblog with your own opinions on the characters, even if it's characters from one of the other shows, I'm curious what y'all thinkkkk

[asmodeus-682]

Things I want as Lore eps in the TSBS channels I watch

This is in no way criticising the shows or anything like that, just thinks I wish to see happen.

It will be put into segments of each show based off how long I was subscribed to them. And Each one will have 5.

TSAMS (Sun and Moon Show)

1. Creator being defeated

2. Moon or Solar meeting Lunara (Evil Lunar)

3. Lord Eclipse or his Servant Sun returning

4. Ruin meeting DJ Music Man (he only appeared in one RWAGS video and deserves more screentime imo)

5. Family karaoke night

TMGAFS (Montgomery Gator and Foxy Show)

1. Frank/Forkface VS Bloodmoon

2. Frank/Forkface's backstory

3. Monty's sister Millie visiting and meeting Earth and Lunar

4. More Puppet lore in general

5. Frank/Forkface getting a new voice box

TLAES (The Lunar and Earth show)

1. Lunar meeting the other astral bodies

2. Castor, Lunar and Pollux VS Eclipse

3. Lunar and Earth meeting Golden Freddy

4. Them getting a new pet

5. Lunar saving Castor from something

TFAFFS (Freddy anf Funtime Freddy Show)

1. Golden Freddy babysitting Francine and FC

2. Toy Chica and Earth meeting

3. A flashback about Golden Freddy's past

4. Francine getting a cat

5. Francine getting better with her magic

That is all of the ideas I had in mind as TSBS lore videos, reblogs are appropriated also if you want to, do tell me any ideas you have in mind.

[starheirxero]

No but genuinely I genuinely cannot stress enough how badly I want more Lunara lore. I want to know about the resets. I want to know more about their Eclipse. I want to know about their Sun and Moon. I want to know about the handful of survivors left. I want to know how many alien civilizations they've treated the exact same as humanity. I want to know their inner turmoil. I want to know if they ever once hesitated before killing someone. I want to know their weaknesses. I want to git some nitty gritty and even if we can't get some like that, I still want more than what we have now. or else i'll die. badly

[venusdevotea]

My Tavs!

I've been lurking on BG3 tumblr for a while, but I wanted to finally make a proper post showing off my characters! I've got a couple of campaigns going on, and I'm always looking to make new characters and explore different playstyles and think of fun lore. It's been so awesome to connect with other members of the community too, namely @basketobread's gorgeous mind and OC's, creator our best girl Lunara!

Without further ado, here is my first Tav Tal'riia!

I had originally named her Karliah after the legendary archer of the nightingales in Skyrim, but then got annoyed that her name was too similar to Karlach's, so I changed it. I usually run rogues or clerics in my irl dnd campaigns, so again she was originally a rogue but then quickly realized Astarion was a rogue too so.... to make more sense having him in my party all the time, I changed her class to ranger and holy hell was that sick as FUCK. I made her strong type at first so she gives off femme himbo vibes (lovable loser rizz) because GOD I missed like half of the content in my first run.

She is a Seladrine Drow Ranger!! Honestly haven't thought much of her personal lore because I just went for what I thought sounded super awesome to me off rip. I don't have any pictures of her in scene, because I just didn't think to take more tbh and I wasn't super proud of many of my choices and the things I missed in my excitement to finish the game asap to then.... start my next run!

Which brings us to my next two OC's, a re-run of Tal'riia's story and my first Durge Muerta! I... ended up deleting my first campaign and ran a whole do-over, since like I said, I felt increasingly dumb as time went on and after consuming more and more bg3 content online, I realized just how much I had missed in my first campaign.... SO brings us to a re-realized Tal'riia with a different skillset and playstyle. I went for sorcerer/tempest cleric, because I had heard how strong that build was, and with the cheats ring I got from the basket equipment mod, I had a lot of fun playing around. I've got a couple pics of her here:

Tal'riia 2: Electric Boogaloo Seladrine Drow Sorcerer/Tempest Cleric (I'll post more pics of her when I get back to her story!)

Of course had to also start my first Durge Run, which I chose to go a good route (I'm too nice even in rp to go full evil, but idk, I might try it soon!) and I decided to run an eldrich fighter Durge because I feel fighter makes more sense of a chosen of Bhaal than a sorcerer? But idk that's just me. Here's Muerta!

I actually have such an unhealthy obsession with her Muerta Half Wood-Elf Eldrich Knight Fighter (Yes the lightning jabber build) Heart of gold, little murder-y at times, but ultimately does resist her Urges. What's a little murder between friends!! Red rum is my drink of choice at a bar! POV: Durge is also casually your bff. Honestly pretty normal. Just don't meet the parents...... or the sister.

I'll share my next campaign in a separate post here. This campaign I'm running based on my dnd character I'm playing in an irl campaign with friends! I made our whole party in the character selection screen, but only moved forward with my character because.... there's only so many unfinished adventures I can have lol.

[basketobread]

another mini procreate doodle but this time its Lunara pre-surface 👀 not exactly canon (well idk yet) but still!!!!!! my poor sweet girl 💔

[lunarasolarissmp]

Are you looking for a Minecraft community where you can story build, chill, and make friends? LunaraSolaris is a Minecraft smp that is fantasy inspired and is modded. Lunara and Solaris is two factions that you can join when you join! Choose a faction and build your character lore! We have a google doc and a discord server. This is bedrock only! Just dm me to join and we’ll be glad to have you!

Screenshots-

Dragons will be in the next post!

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Other fun lore:

-The Star attunes itself to whoever uses it first, so nobody else can use it to its full potential.

-Using the Star causes the blackhole that will form the Witherstorm. Each use speeds up the formation of the thing.

-Because of these two facts, whoever uses the Star first is stuck being their dimension’s guardian and one day fighting the Witherstorm to the death before it can destroy their reality and cause problems for other dimensions.

-The Star can undo what’s it done. And can raise the dead en masse. So, Lunara really could have fixed everything like Sun said.

-Moon is going to be teaching Lord Glamrock Freddy how to use the Star so he can fix his universe and help them with Eclipse. Eclipse is the reason he accidentally destroyed all life in his universe, so he’s very down to help with that.

-More reinforcement of the “Star’s only work in their own universes” thing that I’m going to promptly delete from my memory.

DNSJD deleting that from the memory lol

[murderofsomeone]

When thinking about the infamous Lunaras Multiverse lore, the realization comes without a doubt that there should be a timeline dedicated to space and nothing but it, yes? Lucky me, there is such a thing, which is the galaxy-themed “Milky Way Mix Up”, a story centered around the planets in the Milky Way and their shenanigans with one another. Something like this is great for a star-intrigued guy like me.

Though the concept of sentient planets are the real-deal, something commonly forgotten about when speaking of the Milky Way enters the questioning mind. What of the stars, then? The starry sky seen every single night? Under this logic they would have to be alive and well too, wouldn’t they?

While the concept of stars themselves aren’t fully relevant throughout MWMU’s run, it still leaves some questions on how these figures work and exist. Do they have their group of friends tying into the constellations? Do they ever feel shamed for being second best compared to the planets? And the most important question of all…

Do they know what the Doppler Effect is?

hi socks

[alykatsposts]

Are you looking for a Minecraft world w lore (I can’t make a server bc I’m broke but ya know) because if so do I have the world for you! I have a fantasy world with two factions, Lunara (The Moon) and Solaris (The Sun) we still need someone to be the leader of Solaris! Everyone has individual character lore! All of this has fantasy elements! No one above 19 as I am a minor, pls have discord, and be nice!

[ofblxxdywitcher]

〈  EMILIO SAKRAYA  /  CIS MAN  /  HE/HIM  /  28 〉in the great land of luyuin, RHODES AZGA of HOUSE LOGI begins their journey towards the isle of glass. known to be CHARMING and LOYAL, their suspected RECKLESS and NEGATIVE habits might prove to be their undoing. if the bards could compose a song for them, it could tell stories of UNWAVERING FAITH, SEARCHING EYES WITH AN EVER PRESENT CHARMING SMIRK, WILL DO SOMETHING TO SPITE OTHERS BECAUSE THEY CAN AND ITS FUN. the glass throne whispers to the PERSONAL GUARD  and it is said that their loyalties lie with HOUSE POSEI / HOUSE LOGI . only time will tell if the WITCHER has what it takes to ascend to the throne. 

──── BASICS .

NAME. rhodes azga. NICKNAMES. rhody or by his last name. AGE. twenty-eight. BIRTHDAY. jan. 21. ZODIAC. aquarius. GENDER. cis man. PRONOUNS. he/him. ORIENTATION. pansexual panromantic. SPECIES. witcher.

──── APPEARANCE .

FACECLAIM. emilio sakraya. EYE COLOR. brown. HAIR COLOR. brown. HAIR STYLE. always short, easier to maintain HEIGHT. 6'0. DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS. many scars littered all over his arms and body from years of fighting and training. ATTIRE. usually all dark clothes with his medallion tucked away, something loose but fitted that allows for movement && leather armor for protection && black scabbard and leather belt with all his things and weapons: dual swords **his specialty**, daggers, occasional quiver bow and arrows. EXTRA. ear piercing on right ear, he's got a myriad of tattoos, and he's very prone to getting them on impulse but some have meanings.

──── RELATIONSHIPS .

HOUSE. minor house of LOGI, under the great house of SUÕRI, located in the SOUTH. also loyal to house POSEI due to working as Lunara Osman's personal guard. FAMILY. adopted sibling to the spouse of the duke / duchess / dukare of house LOGI ( wc ); more tba. CHILDREN. n/a. CURRENT PARTNERS (SECRET, ENGAGEMENT, ETC.). tba. PAST PARTNERS (GOOD, BAD, STILL HOOK UP, ETC.). tba. ENTANGLMENTS (ONE TIME THING, CONSTANT, CASUAL, ETC.). tba. FRIENDS. FLIRTAINTIONSHIP. ASSOCIATES. CONFIDANT/CORNERSTONE. ENEMIES/FRENEMIES. SPARRING PARTNER. ETC. (OPEN TO OTHER CONNECTIONS)

──── PERSONALITY .

THEME SONG. guilty by taemin. + TRAITS. charming, independent, personable, adaptive, && loyal. - TRAITS. secretive, flirtatious, negative, addictive, && reckless. LOVE LANGUAGE. quality time. ALIGNMENT. chaotic good && loyal to his house and house POSEI.

──── ABILITIES & LORE.

witchers, also known as wiccans, hexers, or vedymin are one of the four sentient races of magical beings that reside in luyuin. they have undergone extensive training, ruthless mental and physical conditioning, and an alchemy ritual in preparation for becoming an itinerant monster slayer for hire. it is said that when monsters began to ravage the lands of luyuin, fae created an an alchemical process, and consumable mutagenic compound that turned humans into witchers. similar to fae, witchers age a a slower rate, and are not immortal, having an average lifespan of FIVE HUNDRED YEARS. 

EXTRA: WEAPONRY MASTERY, ENHANCED STRENGTH, SPEED, REFLEXES, AND ENDURANCE 

ACCELERATED HEALING : the mutagenic compound, and physical conditioning combined allows a witcher to recover from injuries far quicker than humans, and some magical beings. 

COMBAT MAGIC : due to their connection to magic, witchers are able to access a form of magic that is purely for defensive means. this allows them to block, parry, and/or dodge with the added power of magic. 

MAGIC NEGATION : due to their loose connection to magic, witchers can learn to negate the power of other magical beings, and monsters for a short period of time. 

WITCHER’S MEDALLION : not necessarily an ability, but a mystical object that aids a witcher in detecting monsters, or small traces of magic. 

WEAKNESS: MORALITY - although they have an extended life span, witchers can be killed through external means, but is far more difficult due to their strength, and accelerated healing. 

──── TDLR.

Rhodes is the adopted sibling to the spouse of the duke/duchess/dukare from house Logi. Doesn't like to talk about his past before being adopted but it was rough and sad until it want anymore. Very loyal to his older sibling and their house they married into. Survived the rigorous training to become a witcher and is very proud to now be one, wearing his scars as if they are medals. Rhodey has been hired as a personal guard to Lunara Osman, a friend from childhood and that keeps him busy for the time being. He enjoys riding and training -specifically with his dual swords, they are his specialty. Can look intimidating and can be when he needs to be, but is an actual softie with a select few. Sometimes is a man of a few words but they are the ones someone needs to hear. Doesn't mean to be a flirt but somehow is lol Rhodes may not look it but is an actual romantic, like pick you up, bring flowers, and spoil you rotten but isn't one to give his heart that easily, his body maybe but not love.