#moon 502

[pikaclan]

Moon 502

Season: Leaf-bare

Ceremonies

PikaClan welcomes Whimsythorn as a new warrior, honoring their enthusiasm

Deaths

Rumors reach your Clan that the exiled Charredpad of SplinterClan has died recently

Births

Cinderrip and Cloveflower found a litter of 4 kits and decided to adopt them

Airkit (male), Lemonkit (female), Kinkkit (male), and Pondkit (female) are born!

Misc

In a bright spot this moon, Runningleaf and Raccoonrock have finally announced their commitment as mates

Cragcaw finds a rogue named Boobear (female), who joins the Clan. The rogue decides to take on a more Clan-like name, and is now called Boobearbubble. She is intact. Copseback, Gravelpaw, and Leapsummit welcome her.

Other Clans

Blossommane travels to FlightClan to resolve some recent border disputes

Whistlequiver travels to FlightClan to resolve some recent herb-gathering disputes

Health

Pigeondart's cut healed Popreed fell from a tree but only got bruised Kestreldapple's greencough abated Leapsummit got a running nose Runningleaf's ear healed Gentlesmoke tripped over a small trunk, spraining their paw Olivecrawl got greencough Seedthrift's pads healed but got a thorn reinforcing the camp Coldgale fell through a snowdrift and broke their leg Gravelpaw's bruises healed

Relationships

Copseback is glaring daggers at Seedthrift (medium negative effect)

[wildfairies]

enter the...

hiiiii 👉👈 i got a tumblr community approved without a plan... but i want it to be for interactive fiction fans !!

most discords are if-specific, so i think it'd be fun to have a place on tumblr to discuss all our favorite ifs! a cozy spot for casual posting, theories, mc development, and random thoughts <3

invite link

tagging some favorite IFs but all are welcome!

[cinnamon-flame]

Mothclan had a change of leadership recently, so here are the lovely ladies who took over:

Macstar was already quite old when she became leader so after a few moons Oakstar was granted 9 lives (Oakstar is the same cat as Oakcrawl from the previous drawing dump btw)

and here are some other cats fun cats from the clan:

Boragehollow is Oakstar's cat wife and Frondwhisker and Lakebelly are sisters!

[vilnan]

kissed sergi <3

[deathlooksgoodonyou-if]

hi! while we're waiting for your if to come out (i'm so excited to read it when it does btw!), do you have any ifs to recommend?

COMPLETED.

Fallen hero - @fallenhero-rebirth (hosted games)

I, the forgotten, one. (Hosted games)

Samurai of hyuga (hosted games)

The golden rose - @anathemafiction (hosted games)

Arcadie : second born - @sofia-d-asb (itch.io/steam/playstore)

Blood moon - @barbwritesstuff (hosted games)

Evertree saga (hosted games) (book4 wip)

WIP.

The adventures of Sherlock homes : affairs of the heart - @doriana-gray-games (dashingdon)

Shepherds of Haven - @shepherds-of-haven (dashingdon)

The bastard of camelot - @llamagirl28 (itch.io)

Mind blind - @mindblindbard (dashingdon)

Wayfarer - @idrellegames (itch.io)

Defiled hearts : the barbarian - @defiledheartsblog (dashingdon)

The northern passage - @northern-passage (itch.io)

Fields of asphodel - @chrysanthemumgames (releasing soon!)

The abyssal - @theabyssal (dashingdon)

Folksaga - @folksaga-if (dashingdon)

Zorlok - @zorlok-if (itch.io)

Infamous - @infamous-if (dashingdon)

Ctos - @collegetennisoriginstory (dahsingdon)

Merry crises - @merrycrisis-if (dashingdon)

Apartment 502 - @apt502-if (dashingdon)

The six that thrive - @the-six-that-thrive-if (itch.io)

One knight stand - @oneknightstand-if (dashingdon)

Project hadea - @nyehilismwriting (itch.io)

Thicker than - @barbwritesstuff (dashingdon)

Drink your villain juice - @drinkyourvillainjuice (dashingdon)

[adamdusmortain]

What are the best/ ur fave IFs please? need some stuff to play, preferably with at least a demo out!!

oh anon, you’ve just asked me a question i’ve been dying to answer LOL. in no particular order:

infamous - @infamous-if (obviously)

the wayhaven chronicles - @seraphinitegames (if the user wasn’t obvious)

apt 502 - @apt502-if | i love, love this one. very new girl inspired, which as a new girl lover… i’m over the moon. i love the characters so bad.

shepherds of haven - @shepherds-of-haven | world building and characters <3

press play - @pressplay-if | lately i’ve been so obsessed with music genre type books/if’s, and this is a new one to me but im completely obsessed with the idea.

citadel - @bouncyballcitadel | a medicine inspired if and i’ll eat it up every time.

mind blind - @mindblindbard | this is one of my favorites and i haven’t played it in so long, i genuinely need to pay for patron to access the rest of the demo.

keeper of the sun and moon - @keeperofthesunandmoon | another favorite of mine, this one already has 2 books and the demo for the 3rd out. highly recommend if you enjoy magical things.

all of these have demos at different lengths. i really hope i haven’t listed anything you haven’t checked out before because i love love these. (and im always searching high and low for new ones too.) these are just the ones i patiently wait for <3 MWAHHHHHHHH.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Anyone else thinking about breeding kink Shimmer!Kane by chance?

👀👀👀👀👀

Don't Take Anything Less

Shimmer!Kane x afab!Reader • Rating: PG pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? • ask-travaganza masterlist •

Summary: Kane's insatiable.

Warnings: p in v sex, cream pie, breeding kink, kisses, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 502

Kane groans deeply as his fingers dig into your hips, he pulls you back to meet his deep, harsh thrusts that rob the breath from your lungs. 

You moan desperately, drooling onto the bedsheets as he fucks you face down ass up. He’d made you come three times already, each orgasm he pulled from you only making him more determined to make you reach another. 

Sweat pools on your back, your muscles practically jelly as he keeps up his relentless pace. 

“Kane,” You manage to gasp out, your pussy fluttering around his cock, pulling him deeper. 

He snarls, bucking wonderfully at just the right spot and you cry out, your spine bending. Part of him recognises that he is close to his end, no matter how hard he tries to stave it off. He reaches his left hand around and rubs your clit with his fore and middle finger, smearing your spilled slick over your bundle of nerves and making you whine. 

“Kane!” You hardly recognise your own voice, too high pitched and desperate. 

“Come with me.” He growls, the blood in his veins singing. He needed to fill you, needed to fuck his own spend deeper inside your tight little pussy. Needed to keep you close and fuck you again the second he was able. 

You whimper, the pleasure dancing on the edge of your vision despite the exhaustion crying out from every nerve.

“I can’t,” You sob.

“You can.” He matches the speed of his fingers to the roll of his hips, moaning as you pulse and squeeze. “I know you can.” 

You shake your head, denying it even though you can feel your orgasm building to a dizzying high. 

“I’ve got to come inside.” He mutters, his voice heavy and thick. “I have to, have to,” he mutters, pulling you closer to him with one hand. “Have to fill you.” 

You scream as you come, the sensation spiking along your limbs and leaving you weak. Kane growls as you milk him, spilling deep inside and fucking your through yours, and his, orgasm until he collapses on top of you, exhausted. 

He rolls onto his side, taking you with him, his softening cock still deep within you. Kane wraps and around you protectively and snuffles into your neck, kissing and licking the sweat from your skin. 

“Are you okay?” He mutters. “You didn’t use your safe word?” There is a hint of worry in his voice that is unusual for him, an uncertainty you’re not used to.

You breathe deeply, sleep already calling you. But you nod. “Just tired.” 

He nods, but his body is still tense. “I pushed you too hard.” He mutters.

This time you shake your head, turning so that you can give him a soft kiss. He returns the sweetness eagerly, his muscles relaxing ever so slightly. 

“I didn’t tap out, didn’t want to stop.” You whisper against his lips. “I would have, if I needed to.” 

He kisses you again, just as gentle, seemingly satisfied. 

Thank you for reading!

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[marigold-hills]

june 2: oyster | @wolfstarmicrofic | word count: 502

PREVIOUS PART • NEXT PART

“Alright there, Moony? Looking a bit pale,” Sirius asks in between inhaling his breakfast and reviewing what sparse notes he made for the Potions NEWT.

Remus looks up from his mug of tea (gripped between large hands like a lifeline). There are shadows under his eyes: another late night, then. Exams are upon them, and the way Remus studies has become obsessive.

“You need food too, mate,” James piles bacon onto Remus’ plate, ignoring his grumbles – almost growls, since it’s only a week until the full moon and the lines blur a bit in those days. “Yes, you’re very big and very scary. Now eat your breakfast.”

I should have done that, Sirius thinks because something in him believes the job is his. He’s never been good at caring for anything, hanging onto James even for his own needs, but it’s different, somehow, with Remus. There is a duality: being thankful for James’ care and resentful of it.

The owls come as they do every day, a flurry of wings and feathers. It’s a bright, clear day and they disturb the sun rays as they swoop through the Great Hall.

Remus gets the newspaper (something obscure about literature) and a beautiful, haughty looking owl lands in front of Sirius, raising a dignified foot with a small parcel for him to unwrap.

“What did you get?” James asks as the owl takes off, scoffing at Sirius’ offering of a sausage.

It’s an oyster shell, gold encrusted with an artisan's precision. Inside of it a marble eye, a shade of green which reminds him of autumn and of something else. He finds comfort in the colour - it’s why he chose it – a memory of warm fires and long cozy nights, of the happiness he feels when, as Padfoot, he’s surrounded by pack.

Sirius clips the silver chain the oyster is attached to around his neck “It’s an oisrí feiceálaí,” he hopes he doesn’t butcher the pronunciation, glances at Remus to make sure, “I’ve come across them when researching for my dissertation.”

“What does an oyster have to do with ancient runes?” Remus finds his voice at the bottom of the tea mug.

“Well… nothing. I just thought it was neat. It’s the symbol of fifth dimensional vision.”

“Sure you didn’t accidentally study Divination?”

“Hilarious, Prongs.”

Something catches James’ eye across the Great Hall – more likely someone – and he shoots up with a harried I have to go, see you at the exam!

Remus leans across the table, with a careful hand reaches for the necklace. Studies it, turning it around in his fingers. They oyster looks small in his grasp, the silver more pronounced against the golden skin.

“Very pretty, Sirius,” he says, and Sirius feels the sentence like it means something else, “Will you tell me more about it, after the exam?”

Remus looks up from the oyster, straight into Sirius’ face, eyes reddened and shiny from the lack of sleep and –

- well, Sirius knows what the green reminded him of.

NOTES:

this is part two of a 30-part series of shorts: I’m aiming for them all to be readable as standalone but are a part of a bigger story (better read together and in order, in my opinion)

oisrí feiceálaí, to the best of my knowledge, means seer oyster in Gaelic. It’s not actually a thing but I came across this and thought it was pretty and ostentatious enough for Sirius to wear ALCHEMICAL OYSTER PEARL

Remus is always autumn to me - by that logic Sirius in Winter, James is Summer (self explanatory, really). Peter is Spring I suppose. But I don’t ever write him into my fics so who’s to say

speaking of Peter - let’s say he’s already at the venue for the potions exam, absolutely shaking from stress and desperately cramming last minute revision

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(let me know if you do/don’t want to be tagged in next parts)

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfic - Sword

Words: 502

@wolfstarmicrofic

🌙✨🌙✨🌙

Ever since they’d learned about the sword of Godric Gryffindor, Sirius had been obsessed with finding it. The first time Remus arrived in the library to find Sirius already there with his head in a book, he almost went back to bed.

None of them really knew why Sirius wanted it, including Sirius. When asked he’d shrug and say ‘It’d be pretty cool’ or ‘I’ve always wanted a sword!’ and while Remus didn’t doubt that for a second, he suspected there was a deeper reason.

This was how he found himself looking for the room of requirement on a Thursday night when he really should have been catching up on homework after his prefect rounds.

“How does it even work?” Sirius asked, despite having read the same books that Remus had read.

“Well, apparently you just think about what you need the most and it’ll just appear.” Remus frowned as the wall remained unchanged.

“Well go on then.” Sirius nodded at the wall.

Remus paused, not trusting his brain to communicate effectively with this complex magic. “I don’t think…”

“Come on Moony. What do you need right now?”

‘Don’t think about Sirius. Don’t think about Sirius.’ He chanted in his mind and covered his eyes as a door appeared in the wall.

“I don’t think I thought very clearly, this will probably be something weird. You should try!” Remus stumbled over his words and froze as Sirius opened the door slowly and chuckled.

“Are you that tired, Moons?” Sirius called over his shoulder as he walked into the room. Remus took a deep breath and followed him, shaking his head as he took in the room.

In the centre of the room was a bed, not much bigger than the ones in their dorm, but much cosier looking. A fire roared in an ornate fireplace and candles flickered gently around the room.

“Yeah, like I said, wasn’t thinking clearly because I’m… tired.” He trailed off as he saw the rose petals. “It’s not going to be in here, let’s just go.” He turned towards the door as Sirius shouted.

“Aha!” He pulled a sword from behind the bed. “Oh, this isn’t…” He read the inscription on the sword and smiled softly.

“What is it?” Remus huffed. He just wanted to go back to Gryffindor Tower and crawl into his bed, close the curtains, shut out the world and pretend that he hadn’t summoned fucking rose petals while looking for a sword.

“This isn’t Gryffindor’s sword.” Sirius said quietly, “I think it’s yours. And I think I might have summoned the room after all. Huh.”

“Mine?” Remus stepped back into the room. “How could it be mine? I’ve never had a sword.”

“Come and look if you don’t believe me.”

Remus sighed and strode towards Sirius, looking down at the sword. His eyes widened as he read what was written there.

“‘Just fucking kiss me’?” He whispered, looking up at Sirius.

“Thought you’d never ask,” Sirius said, closing the small gap between them.

[sweetshuga]

𓆩 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𓆪

MDNI! The majority of my works are smut and they all contain strong language, obscene descriptions & suggestive remarks!

Matt 𓆩♡𓆪 Chris 𓆩♡𓆪 Chratt

1st

⤷ Puppy Love pt. 1 – {Light Angst} {wc. 251}

⤷ Puppy Love pt. 2 – {Light Angst} {wc. 150}

⤷ Puppy Love pt. 3 – {Light Angst} {wc. 255}

⤷ When in doubt; eat it out – {Suggestive/Smut} {wc. 386}

⤷ Roommates pt. 6 – {Neither Fluff, Angst or Smut} {wc. 274}

2nd

⤷ Lurking pt. 1 – {Thriller} {wc. 586}

⤷ Exclusive – {Light Angst, Fluff & Suggestive/Smut} {wc. 1k}

⤷ Roommates pt. 7 [Finale] – {Neither Fluff, Angst or Smut} {wc. 754}

3rd

⤷ Argument – {Smut} {wc. 946}

⤷ Lurking pt. 2 – {Thriller} {wc. 485}

⤷ Lurking pt. 3 – {Thriller} {wc. 502}

4th

⤷ Give me head – {Suggestive/Smut} {wc. 480}

⤷ Fantasize – {Suggestive/Smut} {wc. 734}

5th

⤷ Lurking pt. 4 [Finale] – {Smut & Thriller} {wc. 696}

7th

⤷ That One Autumn Evening – {Smut} {wc. 1.4k}

10th

⤷ String you out – {Smut} {wc. 3k}

11th

⤷ The moon is pretty, isn't it? – {Light Angst, Smut & Light Fluff} {wc. 1.1k}

12th

⤷ Heather pt. 1 – {Angst} {wc. 1.4k}

13th

⤷ Heather pt. 2 – {Light Angst} {wc. 775}

14th

⤷ Heather pt. 3 [Finale] – {Light Fluff} {wc. 1.1k}

⤷ Heather pt. 4 [Bonus] – {Very Light Angst} {wc. 771}

16th

⤷ Simple solution – {Smut} {wc. 827}

19th

⤷ Love Note – {Light Thriller & Suggestive} {wc. 1.9k}

⤷ Roommates [Origin] – {Suggestive/Smut} {wc. 3.3k}

23rd

⤷ Roommates [Celebration Smut] – {Smut} {wc. 2.6k}

26th

⤷ Bewitched – {Smut} {wc. 2.1k}

27th

⤷ Doppelgänger!Chris x Naïve!Reader – {Introduction & headcannons} {wc. 478}

28th

⤷ Counter Sex Imagines – {Smut} {wc. 337} {wc. 362}

⤷ Matt Sturn. Imagines – {Smut} {wc. 340}

⤷ Mean!Matt x Popular!Reader – {Smut} {wc. 551}

© sweetshuga

[kalorphic]

So, Novaturient is based on Spy…do you know any other IFs that are based on existing shows/movies/books etc? I’m quite new to IFs so any recs would be a great help! Thank you!

IFS INSPIRED BY/BASED ON EXISTING MEDIA:

There’s probably loads that I’m missing lol, but here are the ones that I know of. Unfortunately, a lot of them don’t have demos and/or haven’t updated in a long time (some a really long time), but I put them all in just in case you want to follow and hope for a miraculous reappearance lol.

Once & Future by @kaiwrites-if

Merlin | No Demo

Midnight Delights by @midnightdelights-if

The Morganville Vampires | No Demo

The Kiss of Midnight by @if-kissofmidnight

Predator Franchise | No Demo

Scandal by @nightingale-interactive

Scandal | Demo | MC genderlocked to Female

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes: An Affair of the Heart by @doriana-gray-games

Sherlock Holmes | Demo

Valhalla by @palette-jack

Farscape | Demo

Supernova: Renegade by @jupitergames-if

Mass Effect/Star Trek | Demo

Unmourned by @unmourned

Frankenstein | No Demo

Façade by @altair-interactive-fiction

Jekyll and Hyde | No Demo

Swan Song by @swansong-if

Swan Lake | Demo

Return to Never, Never Land by @never-never-land

Peter Pan | Demo

Hidden World by @hidden-world-if

How To Train Your Dragon | No Demo

A Life Supreme by @lifesupreme-if

Cyberpunk 2077 | Demo

Beyond the Waves by @allthatwrites

Little Mermaid | No Demo

Orenda by @orenda-if

Howl’s Moving Castle | No Demo

Rabbit Hole by @if-rabbithole

Alice in Wonderland | No Demo

Knights of the Eternal by @if-eternalknights

Transformers | No Demo

Sempre by @sempre-if

Castle | No Demo

Elsinore: After Hamlet by @lapinlunaire-games

Hamlet | Completed [Itch.io]

Calamity Control by @calamitycontrol-if

Mass Effect meets The Dragon Prince | Demo

The Spark of Hope by @thesparkofhope

Star Wars | No Demo

The Hymn of Winter by @thehymnofwinter

Game of Thrones | No Demo

Dusk Till Dawn by @dusktilldawn-if

Dracula | No Demo

A Court of Serpents by @acourtofserpents

Folk of the Air Series | Demo

A Dangerous Game by @adangerousgame-if

Killing Eve | No Demo

The One Who Cried Wolf by @bluewritesif

Teen Wolf/Chilling Adventures of Sabrina/Vampire Diaries/Twilight | No Demo

Blood of a Saint by @bloodofasaint-if

Grishaverse | No Demo

Song of Valhalla: Spear of Heaven by @songofvalhalla-if

Percy Jackson & The Olympians | No Demo

Welcome to the Family by @wttf-if

The Addams Family/Kuroshitsuji | No Demo

Mata Aetara IF by @mata-aetara-if

Naruto | No Demo

Maboroshi by @maboroshi-if

Naruto | No Demo

Tales From Roseborough by @roseborough-if

Stardew Valley/Harvest Moon | No Demo

Emberwood by @emberwood-if

X-Men meets Ms. Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children | Demo

Decaying Picture by @decayingpicture

Dorian Gray | No Demo

Slayer by @slayer-if

Buffy the Vampire Slayer | No Demo | MC genderlocked to Female

The Sixth Guardian by @the-sixth-guardian

Rise of the Guardians | No Demo

My Fair Maiden by @my-fair-maiden

Resident Evil: Village | No Demo | MC genderlocked to Female

Prodigal by @prodigal-if

Prodigal Son | No Demo

Hollowmoon Valley by @hollowmoonvalley

Stardew Valley | Demo (being rewritten)

Her Crimson Clutches by @thathexwolf

Vampire: The Masquerade | No Demo

The Unquiet Grave by @ombresart

Wuthering Heights | Demo

The Inseparables by @theinseparables-if

The Three Musketeers | No Demo

Hana no Uta by @hana-no-uta-if

Gintama | No Demo

Dahlia Hills by @dahliahills-if

Gossip Girl/One Tree Hill | No Demo

Apartment 502 by @apt502-if

New Girl/FRIENDS | No Demo

Embers of Hope by @embersofhope-if

Hunger Games | No Demo

The Whisper in the Mist by ME (@ellawrites-if)

Pacific Rim | No Demo

[lonestarflight]

Apollo 6 (CSM-020/SA-502) launching from LC-39A. This was the second launch of the Saturn V and the focus of this mission was to fully qualifying the launch vehicle.

"Nominal completion of planned mission events through attainment of the initial parking orbit, and the restarting of the S-IVB to propel the space vehicle towards the planned distance, beyond the Moon's orbit, was deemed sufficient to fulfill Apollo 6's main objectives."

Date: April 4, 1968

NASA ID: 6864722, 107-KSC-68P-120, 68-HC-201, S68-27364, AP6-S68-27728

source, source

[best-type-moon-couple]

The Winner of the “Best Type-Moon Couple” Tournament is…

Gilgamesh and Enkidu (52% of the Vote)

[Congratulations for the Runner-ups, Mr. Sakamoto Ryouma and Mrs. Sakamoto Oryou, who came close with 48% of the Vote]

Thank you so much to the 502 people who voted in the final poll, as well as everyone else who participated/nominated/followed this tournament. I appreciate every single one of you and hope to see you next time I do something like this again. Until then, thanks for voting, see you whenever there’s a next time!

Letter from the Mod (Under the Cut):

Introduction:

So… uh… been a while since we talked like this, completely nervous, unprepared tournament mod to the hundreds of thousands of potential listeners and followers of the poll. Well, now that it’s over, I want to introduce myself.

Hi, you can call me Snow. I’ve been a Type-Moon fan for about a year now. I got into this series when my cousin introduced me to “Fate” and from there I started to grow on this series at an… large… unnormal… potentially problematic and unhealthy way.

“Where’d the inspiration come from?”:

When I got into Fate, the one thing that reached out to me were the characters themselves and their relationship with one another, and the more I looked into the nasuverse, the more characters that I found that I feel in love with, the more I started to hate, the more I started to have convoluted and mixed feelings towards, but the one thing I loved about most was how characters interacted with each other and how well, or unwell, they get along and nothing else can show my love and appreciation for character dynamics than the couples of Type-Moon.

The couples of Type-Moon range anywhere from being weird to comical to sad to disgusting to wholesome and even genuinely life changing, with the characters themselves having dynamic that either showed how much they pine for love, how love broke them, how love managed to fix them, or by simply how wholesome they are. When Samurai Remnant released and featured a character who loves their spouse very much that they make it their main focus in game, juxtaposed by their spouse still showing their love and devotion for them, it was the thing that eventually caused me to make this tournament in the first place (they weren’t in the tournament though, but it’s the thought that counts).

Running the Tournament:

I was completely sure that I wanted to run this tournament, but the main caveat was the fact that I never ran a tournament like this before and it became very clear, very quickly that I had no idea what I was doing (the potentially weird rules for the tournament and the delayed start times were a big red flag of this, so I’m glad we had so many people stuck around despite that).

Still, I wanted to do my best for this tournament, so I created everything myself (with my sister helping to find a tournament bracket website). And when I mean everything I mean I edited together the main banner of the blog and edited together most of the couple portraits (I got lazy and used official art for some of them, guess which ones)

What’s next?:

Honestly, I want to do another tournament sometime. Obviously not immediately since I also want time off, but I’d also want to do something else and see more people come together to vote on something we all may or may not enjoy. And while I have no ideas at the moment (if you want to give any ideas then feel free to share then through the askbox or through the submission box) but maybe this blog will go through a renovation when I figured something out, hm?

Want to see what I do?:

Well, in case you wanna follow me specifically, then you can follow my personal blog (@player-blandon) for more of my personal things or things I post about games I like sometimes. I don’t post there consistently, and when I do it’s probably, mostly, shitposts unless I’m live-blogging a game I’m playing through or (in the most recent post’s case) doodled something I wanted to share. It’s the place where I share things sometimes and hopefully it’s a place where I can talk to all of you about some stuff as well (chances are I’m going to be posting more fate and type-moon things after this tournament).

Closing Thoughts:

Honestly, this tournament was a bigger undertaking than what I originally thought, but I’m glad I did this. I consider it a learning experience.

Thank you all once again for participating in this tournament. Congratulations to the King of Heroes and his only friend for winning and good job Ryouma and Oryou for putting on a good fight. We all put in a lot in this tournament and I hope to see you all again when I do something like this again…

…until then, I’ll see you whenever I can. Goodbye everyone. See you later!

[daphnefisherofficial]

bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER FIVE

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Jake/Steven) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER FIVE - TIES AND STRINGS THAT BIND.

The late afternoon sun painted long shadows across the cityscape, casting an amber glow over the bustling streets of London. After his peculiar encounter with the enigmatic Mira Batala-Carter, Marc Spector finally returned to his apartment located just a bus ride away from Trafalgar Square. He staggered into the dimly lit unit marked 502 on the fifth floor, his footsteps echoing in the silence of their cozy living space. The long flight had left him weary, jetlag gnawing at his bones from all the excitement that unfolded. 

Marc let out a deep sigh as he glanced over at Steven Grant’s reflection looking at him from the nearby mirror. 

"You've had enough of the spotlight for one day, huh?" Marc’s alter grinned, his arms folded as he watched his head mate push the luggage beside their wooden cabinet with his right foot, not even bothering to unpack.

"Yeah, I need a break”, Marc chuckled weakly, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on him. “You go ahead and be the life of the party"

Immediately surrendering control, Steven took the reins as he was already bustling around the apartment, completely at ease. Ignoring the chaotic mess that is his study and bedroom, he deposited his duffle bag on the couch. 

Wait until Mira sees this mess of an apartment, Marc piped into their headspace once more. You should send her a picture.

Steven flipped a bird at Marc’s direction in the mirror reflection, which was uncharacteristic of his British upbringing yet his teasing reaction was expected. Shrugging off his charcoal-gray suit with slow, deliberate movements, he changed into a crisp white t-shirt before slipping into a pair of dark pants. His stomach then growled in mild hunger, prompting him to pad into the kitchen for a light meal, selecting a bowl for what would soon become a delightful reprieve from the day's fatigue.

Vegan cereal filled the ceramic vessel, and he poured fresh almond milk over the golden clusters, watching them slowly soften as they embraced the creamy liquid. It was simple, yet comforting, and he savored every spoonful. But it wasn't long before Steven’s thoughts wandered to the sweet delicacies Mira had generously shared with him and Marc back at the airport. Her exciting recommendation weighed on his mind, and curiosity got the better of him.

He retrieved the ziplock bag of treats from their duffle bag and perused the contents, the vibrant colors and exotic flavors beckoning him. With a grin, he decided to involve Marc in the tasting adventure. 

“What do you reckon we should try first?” Steven spoke excitedly as Marc's eyes widened from his silver spoon reflection.

“You’re vegan, right?”, Marc replied as he surveyed the array of options before them. “I think you should go for the dried mangoes first”

Steven, ever conscious of his vegan lifestyle, appreciated that Marc’s particular choice aligned with his dietary preferences. With eager anticipation, he plucked a slice and bit into the chewy fruit. The taste sensation was an unexpected revelation. The dried mangoes burst forth with a symphony of flavors—sweet, tangy, and slightly chewy. Steven's eyes widened, and he exchanged an amazed glance with Marc. It was as if a tropical paradise had been captured in a single, delectable bite. The decadence of this newfound treat made their eyes twinkle with delight, and they couldn't resist reaching for more, savoring the afternoon's unexpected adventure into the world of exotic flavors.

Like night and day, the two of them had developed a remarkable understanding over the past few weeks, unlike the first few months when they were still sharing lives apart from each other. Marc’s life was a whirlwind of chaos and unpredictability, and every time he thought he had found some semblance of stability, it slipped through his fingers like sand. 

Steven, on the other hand, was the steady anchor in Marc's turbulent life. He was the one who managed the day-to-day affairs, kept their finances in check, and ensured that Marc didn't do anything too reckless. He was also the one who helped Marc cope with his dissociative identity disorder, a condition that had plagued them both for years.

After finishing the bowl of cereal and putting it away in the dishwasher, the full force of jet lag clung to them like a heavy shroud. Without further ado, Steven (and Marc) finally retired to their bedroom, taking the former’s previous precautions of taping their door, spreading sand around their bed and tying their foot to the wall post to prevent sleepwalking. Against their will, it had become a shared routine born of necessity.

Marc and Steven knew that they weren’t alone in the body. Their last battle as Moon Knight in the streets of Cairo cemented that fact as the unknown third alter made his unexpected appearance. While the two of them and Layla were on the doors of death at the hands of Arthur Harrow’s newfound power, the mysterious entity acted on his role as the body’s protector and saved them all from a sure demise. 

You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you? Marc spoke gently in Steven’s head as the latter finally collapsed into their bed.

“Can’t help it”, Steven sighed, remembering the night Khonshu freed them from their servitude to the moon god. “It would’ve been nice if we knew who really saved us that night”

I’m not really sure if I would want to know. Marc murmured, slowly blinking his eyes closed as he and Steven slowly succumbed to their well deserved respite. Determined to not think too much about the events of the past month, their shared consciousness slowly drifted to their encounter with Mira Batala-Carter instead. They collectively recalled her with fondness - her graceful presence, her captivating beauty, the way she had intrigued them both – these thoughts brought a soft, endearing smile to their faces, even as sleep began to claim them.

The next morning, however, would bring a new twist to the tale. Marc awoke to the soft chime of his phone. He reached over to his bedside table and groggily picked up his phone, flipping it open and squinting at the bright screen. It was a text message from Layla, his ex-wife.

I’m back in Cairo. Hope you got home safe.

His mood immediately sombered, his emotions shifting as though he'd been doused in cold water. It had only been a day after his divorce was finalized for Christ’s sake, and the idea of entering another relationship shouldn't even begin to cross his mind. Yet the high walls he built within himself were effortlessly brought down by Mira - the very woman who he recently met on the plane from last night and shouldn’t even be the sole, primary occupant of his head. 

Marc, what's wrong? Steven called out in their headspace, sensing Marc’s ongoing turmoil. He was briefly puzzled on why Mira was currently on the forefront of their shared thoughts, until his eyes finally caught Layla’s latest correspondence on their phone. Ever the perceptive one, Steven started to piece together his alter’s current dilemma.

You know, Marc, sometimes we can't help how we feel. Steven spoke softly, ever empathetic as he offered his counsel. It's okay to be drawn to someone. You don't have to beat yourself up about it.

"It shouldn’t even happen in the first place”, Marc ran a hand through his disheveled hair and sighed. “Our mind’s all over the place already. I don’t need to drag her into our collective shit”

I mean, you don't have to dive headfirst into anything. Steven’s voice was calm and understanding. You can take your time, get to know her as a friend first. If it's meant to be, it'll happen naturally.

“No, Steven”, Marc softly shook his head, cursing himself for falling so easily for Mira's charms. He couldn't help it; her beauty and intelligence were truly captivating. "I need to keep my distance. Hell, I should be better than this”

I think you’re being too hard on yourself. Steven nodded, his eyes filled with empathy. You deserve happiness and companionship just like anyone else. 

“I don't need that”, Marc shook his head, his frustration evident. "I need to get our life together, and I can't afford to get involved with someone right now, especially with our current circumstances"

Steven nodded in understanding, although wishing that Marc would have a different perspective. He knew that Marc's fear of being rejected due to his condition was a powerful motivator for his self-imposed emotional distance. 

We'll take it one step at a time, lad. Steven continued to reassure. Just remember that you don't have to go through this alone, I’m here for you.

But Marc’s resolved hardened, very determined to protect his fragile heart. He couldn't afford to get too close to anyone and let his guard down. Keeping his new acquaintance, Mira, at arm's length is becoming an evident solution to his problem. Friendship would be the only connection he will allow to develop between them, no matter how much his heart might yearn for more.

That morning, Steven took the reins of their shared life to hopefully keep Marc’s stormy thoughts at bay. He started to go about his normal routine, dutifully feeding their pet goldfishes, Gus II and Fig. Settling down before the office desk, he opened his laptop and started to work on his CV. He started updating the details regarding his work experience and past education, and the possibility of securing the tour guide position that Mira potentially offered for the British Museum was becoming too enticing of an opportunity to pass up.  

As Steven typed away, he couldn't help but think about Mira. Her passion for her work and her kindness had left a quite deep impression on both him and Marc, and the prospect of working closely with her was both exciting and intimidating. He knew he had to be at his best to secure the job, so he plans to put his best foot forward.

After a few revisions, Steven finally keyed in Mira’s email address from the calling card she gave to Marc and clicked send to his composed email introduction. He can only hope that this upcoming job opportunity would allow him to see you more often and get to know you better.

Meanwhile in a bustling corner of London, you were deeply absorbed in your role as the curator of the British Museum. The burst of caffeine energy you received from your morning coffee was deeply focused on receiving and cataloging the latest shipment of Egyptian artifacts and relics, which was a crucial addition to the upcoming Ennead exhibit scheduled to open next week. 

Your passion for your work was evident in the way you handled each artifact with care, your fingers tracing the intricate details of ancient history. You couldn't wait to share them with the world.

Most of the artifacts for the Ennead exhibit had been recovered by the Scarlet Scarab - a mysterious figure known to the people of Egypt and the antiquities community. Albeit anonymously, you had received emails from the enigmatic vigilante, explaining that it was her way of returning "stolen goods" to their rightful owners and ensuring they were used for the benefit of the community. It was a curious and unexpected turn of events, but one that filled you with gratitude.

Taking a brief break, you leaned back in your office chair and let your thoughts wander. The museum had always been your sanctuary, a place where you felt most connected to the past. But lately, it seemed that your world was expanding to include new acquaintances like Marc Spector and Steven Grant. 

Your laptop chimed with a new email notification, pulling you out of your reverie. With a curious smile, you opened the email and the sender's name immediately caught your attention.

Subject: Application for Museum Tour Guide Position - Ennead Exhibition

Dear Mira,

I hope this email finds you well. I am writing to express my keen interest in the Museum Tour Guide position for the upcoming Ennead exhibition at the British Museum. As a passionate advocate for Egyptian culture and history, I am excited about the opportunity to contribute to the visitor experience and help bring this extraordinary exhibition to life.

I’ve worked previously with the National Art Gallery, where I have developed a deep appreciation for the cultural significance and historical context of artifacts. I am confident that my ability to communicate complex ideas in an accessible and engaging manner, combined with my enthusiasm for the subject matter, makes me a strong candidate for this role.

Please find my attached CV providing more details about my qualifications and experience. I look forward to meeting you this Saturday to discuss the job opportunity further. If you could kindly disclose the dress code for that occasion, I highly appreciate it.

Thank you for considering my application. 

Sincerely,

Steven Grant

You promptly composed a response, a smile tugging at your lips as your fingers danced across the keyboard. As you hit send, a flutter of anticipation you haven’t experienced in a long time coursed through you.

Subject: Application for Museum Tour Guide Position - Ennead Exhibition

Hello Steven,

I’m delighted to receive your application. Please come to the British Museum after lunch at 1PM for the museum tour guide interview. The dress code for this occasion is business smart-casual.

I look forward to meeting you this Saturday.

Sincerely,

Mira Batala-Carter

The days passed quickly, and Saturday finally arrived with a sense of anticipation. As the curator, you were tasked with welcoming the final batch of tour guide applicants. You stood in the grand entrance hall of the British Museum, where a diverse group of eager tour guide aspirants began to gather before you, their eyes filled with anticipation and enthusiasm.

They all had a common dream – to become a tour guide at one of the most prestigious museums in the world.

You had meticulously prepared for a mini-program before you got into the actual process of the job interviews, where you would briefly introduce yourself and explain the application process to the attendees.

“May I have everyone’s attention, please?” you politely called out to everyone in the vicinity. “We will start the program in about ten minutes. Thank you all for your patience”

You ended with a quick smile, walking away briefly towards the double door entrance on your way out to the nearest cafe to grab some much needed caffeine. But before you could even take the next step, a strong body unwittingly collided against your own, prompting you and the culprit to fall down together on the cement stairway.

“Oh, bugger! I am so sorry”, a soft, British accent greeted your ears before muttering under his breath. “I’m such a plonker, I should’ve looked where I was going”

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it”, you said breathlessly, brushing off dust from your beige pencil skirt as you felt muscular arms slowly hoisting you up. A shock of unruly dark hair greeted your vision, with but a few curly strands framed carefully over his forehead. Your eyes trailed down to finally meet his familiar striking brown eyes surrounded by a subtle network of laugh lines. 

“Marc?” you gasped at the eerily familiar man before you, his shoulders hunched low as his own eyes widened in recognition. 

“Not him, sorry”, his British speaking voice startled you once more as he spoke, and you were definitely puzzled by the way he’s carried himself right now. “Although, he has told me a great deal about you” 

Your eyes then flickered with recognition, as if two puzzle pieces were finally solved together. The resemblance between him and Marc Spector is quite uncanny, as if they were just one and the same person.

“Steven Grant?” you muttered, prompting the man before you to let out an apologetic smile, looking slightly disheveled in comparison to his twin brother.

“Spelled with a V, yes. It’s nice to finally meet you, Mira”.

END OF CHAPTER FIVE.

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[gamerbearmira]

I'm not sure how long the seasons are going to stay but as of right now, SM seasons are free on YouTube. You can catch up on some of them if you want. But this is also for the people who haven't seen the show before.

Sailor moon original Season 101 and 102

Sailor moon R Season 201 and 202

Sailor moon super S Season 1 and 2

Sailor moon stars season 501 and 502

Sailor moon crystal (has seasons 1, 2, and 3) - I think that's the most recent reboot of the show?

I plan on writing my own magical girl/boy series and I hope these will give me some inspiration/ideas. But goodness gracious the emotions and the show itself is soooo cute.

I KEEP FORGETTING OMG 😭😭 I think I searched it up before (because imma be for, I listen to the theme song more than I’d like to admit) and I just have NOT watched it?? Tbh I need to find more free time, maybe over the weekend if while I’m drawing, idk 🤠 THANKS FOR THE LINKS THO 🦅💨💨💨

ALSO MAGIC GROUP!!!1! YEAH!!1! I actually have ocs from like 2018-19 that were a magical girl/boy group. I stopped drawing them??? I should again tbh.

[original-character-championship]

Bracket H Second Half!!!

These ocs start competing on tuesday 25th at 5pm gmt!!!

481. Lassie Rigger (@the-strawberry-mushroom)

482. Kayden Festini (@banitheinabi)

483. Captain Asu Naji (@zombiesama)

484. Blitz Creed (@blurrymango)

485. Ember (@stars-and-embers)

486. SAPPHIRUS (@deroderbs)

487. 56 (@waddledoodledee)

488. Moon (@clownmoontoon)

489. Arioch (@gay-frog-search-history)

490. Samuel & Isabelle (@picatchu)

491. Irving Pasternak (@helldenizen)

492. Arumi & Tetsuo (@nassilove)

493. Fox (@tk-duveraun)

494. Day the Knight (@poicyss)

495. Skitt & Ena & Olive (@bootsieboots)

496. Apricity Nix (@decapod-appreciator)

497. Valentine (@teamiibo)

498. Kroma (@the-enby-bird)

499. Doronth god of death - Dory for short (@madphantom)

500. Vulfrix (@luckiestplant)

501. Chae-Yeong Vermeil (@eumenidaes)

502. Connie Andes (@sixofshadowandbone)

503. Flint Lock (@ratpunksdraw)

504. Project 03 or just Three (@whitewomansonicfan)

505. Paws (@zero-1234)

506. Oamar Wood & Laplaces Angel & Hands the bat (@pey-no-attention-to-me)

507. Guy & Pat (@blushingdread)

508. Chester (@animsay28)

509. Blair Vasquez (@micr0machine)

510. Greed (@prettykittylinn)

511. Spectrum (@skyereadsandcommitsartcrimes)

512. Greta Du Pont (@gucciguccigarbage)