#moon drop edit

[moldy-beans]

Lights off, but only when moon breathes

He is struggling (if this gets popular enough I'll do best friend and maybe lights on)

[thevenstar]

“forevermore” - original poem

[vesrimm]

So I will probably never know why Five Pebbles took the absolutely glitchy slugpup I got as Hunter and just. Sent me out without the ability to get it back. Good luck I guess.

[h-didanart]

Attempt 2, ahem

I am gonna give Sun comfort, one way or another, so

Disclaimer- I still haven’t watched any of the episodes, so stuff might be wrong

———

How dare you call yourself brother?

———

The Celestial’s household was within their line of sight.

Bloodmoon felt their eye twitch as they stalked towards the home.

Prior to this they had been practically glued to their phone, nervously waiting for Sol to do anything really. He had sent them an odd and panicked message which they had answered with various texts in rapid succession, none of which went through.

To say they had been worried would’ve been an understatement.

So the second they saw their texts go through and Solar start to type back, they were very relieved, thing that did not last long as Sol explained what had happened.

Him and the Celestial twins had been taken and put in a situation reminiscent to a horror movie, a choice of who lived and who died.

The Moon or That Guy.

And the Sun had the final say.

To them the answer would’ve been simple, but even they realized how truly awful that situation was for the sunny bot, as terrible as he was the Moon was his twin, and as awful as they’d gotten Nexus was his brother.

Still, the results did not shock them. Nexus died.

The details weren’t shared but however it happened they knew it loomed heavily over Sun’s head.

Though even knowing that, they wouldn’t have imagined themselves doing what they were doing right now.

They checked their phone again. Second floor, multiple windows.

Perfect

Bloodmoon turned back to the house, circling it until they spotted a blur of orange in one of the upper windows. They climbed up to the window, knocking gently on the glass as to not startle the room’s inhabitants with their entrance.

Solar turned to them, he would’ve probably had an annoyed or confused expression had they appeared like this any other time, but he just looked at them with exhaustion in his eyes. He unlocked the window, letting them into the house silently, silence they reciprocated as they spotted the yellow figure curled up on the bed.

It was a pathetic sight, the Sun-Man curled up into a ball, sniffling every now and then, clearly having been crying for a while. Something in their gut twisted as they watched him.

They turned to Solar, watching as he too observed the other bot.

“Where the hell is his other?”

They hadn’t meant to say that as harshly as they did, Sol flinched slightly and Sun sniffled more.

“He said he isn’t good with emotions and left to be in his lab”

They stared at Solar. There was anger in his eyes but also resignation, as if this had been an expected reaction.

They tightened their hands into fists, trying to keep their voice somewhat civil.

“What the fuck kind of excuse is that?”

Solar sighed, a hand on his face, and a slight shrug to his shoulders.

They knew Moon was awful, through their various expeditions to the idiot’s channel they had learned that much. But this level of awfulness was astounding.

He had insulted his brother, harmed him, hurt him, and now he was ignoring his clearly unwell state, what, because he didn’t know how to emotion? Such vileness, such cruelty, was one that should never be shown to those you claim to love.

They knew that. Why didn’t he?!

How come they felt more responsible over Sun’s feelings than Sun’s brother— Sun’s twin?!

They glared at the floor.

They had an idea. A terrible, impulsive, stupid, out of the blue, very idiotic idea. But an idea nevertheless.

Because it seemed like no one but Solar would bother to care for Sun. And the feelings in their gut were screaming at them to do something.

So, with care, they picked Sun up, slinging him over their shoulder, and turned to Solar so he could guide them outside.

Solar stared at them. Bloodmoon stared back.

Their intentions seemed to dawn on him soon enough, him looking reluctant but giving them directions in the end.

And so they walked off towards the house’s exit.

“Bloodmoon why are you in our house?”

Shit

They did not turn to face the bot who addressed them, they knew they couldn’t face him so soon.

“Why are you? Weren’t you busy in your lab or something?”

They tried and failed not to snarl. Sun tensed up on their grasp, they tried petting his back to calm him down.

“I forgot some tools, why are you carrying my brother like that?”

They scoffed. Brother. Yeah sure.

“Why do you care? You have the gall to ignore his cries but not him being taken to be treated better?”

Moon growled.

“You are not taking my brother anywhere”

They rolled their eyes.

“We are”

“How about,” Solar interrupted, “I go with them and—“

“No!” Moon yelled, all three of them flinching at his tone.

“I am not letting the serial killer take my brother, not even if you promise to keep them leashed and docile!”

They grumbled to themselves at the other bot’s word usage.

“Just for a few hours?” Solar tried to appease the lunar bot, Bloodmoon slowly inching closer to the stairs.

“Well, it’s not like he’s doing much anyways,” a different voice, Lunar’s, said.

“And why are you on their side?!”

They got closer to the stairs.

“I’m not, but I’m also not against them”

Closer.

“You’re fine with Bloodmoon being around Sun?! When Sun is like that?”

Oh so now you care?!

Let’s keep the sass to ourselves, we can’t fuck this up more

They descended the stairs, trying to walk quietly to the door.

“If there’s a single scratch on him I’ll tear you apart,” the Moon snarled at them.

They scowled, reaching for the door. The urge to scream back at the asshole was great, but they knew better, Sun was still in their arms, and he was probably listening in to this all.

They sighed, mumbling quietly to themselves as they walked out the door, Solar following close behind.

[still-breathing-au-p3r]

It’s really nothing new to have a flood of texts and emails spamming his phone after class. The fact that it’s nothing new these days is very new. It’s such a wild change from how things were before he came to Iwatodai that sometimes it’s overwhelming. Minato actually kind of enjoys it despite that– or maybe a little bit because of it– even if he does leave most of them on read.

He’s never had so many friends before. If he’s completely, brutally honest with himself about it, he’s really never had any friends before. None that really counted, anyway. None that had stuck around after one too many conversations where he said too little, or worse– said something they didn’t want to hear.

Now he has a whole compendium of people who know exactly what he’s like and still not only tolerate his company, but actively seek it– and all of them want to hang out at the same time. So now it’s the opposite problem, maybe?

Most of them understand and don’t take offense. Sometimes Tomochika and Miyamoto are a little pushy– or very pushy in Miyamoto’s case– but otherwise it’s fine. It’s a much nicer problem to have, all things considered. It’s been what’s kept his head above water for the past two weeks.

Minato scrolls through his phone, reading through today’s invitations. The track team does have practice today, and lo and behold, there’s Miyamoto’s trademark capslock enthusiasm right at the top of his inbox– but that’s not what grabs his attention. Just below Miyamoto’s is a message from someone he definitely wasn’t expecting.

It’s Aragaki. The subject line reads “Need a favor”. 

Minato can count on one hand the number of times Aragaki has messaged him personally, so it must be important. But then why not say something about it when everyone had visited yesterday? He opens the email, curiosity climbing.

Sorry to ask, but I need you to grab something from my desk and bring it to me. You’ll know it when you see it. Door should be unlocked. 

Straight and to the point, just like always. He can practically hear how Aragaki would say it, the exact matter-of-fact tone he’d use.

He’s got no proof, but Minato has an inkling as to what Aragaki is referring to. Or at least, he knows what he hopes that Aragaki means. If his hunch is right, then it explains perfectly why he’s asking Minato for this favor instead of Sanada or Mitsuru, and why he wouldn’t have wanted to bring it up in front of everyone else.

He’ll be missing track practice today, it seems. Minato can’t turn down this request for anything. He hopes Miyamoto and Yuko will understand. 

–

He finds exactly what he’d been hoping to find in Aragaki’s desk drawer. 

He can’t help the soft smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth at the sight of  the familiar envelope. On the paperwork inside, the date and reason are blank, but…

The signature is unmistakable. That’s Aragaki’s handwriting. 

His smile falters. A part of him wonders if this is just some kind of mind game. Maybe Aragaki just intends to tear the form up, and he knows Minato is the only one who would blithely bring it right to him. He doesn’t want to think that Aragaki is that cruel, but…

Well. Okay. Minato knows he isn’t. While that’s certainly the sort of sick prank that the world might play on him, it’s not something Aragaki would ever do. He’s kind of surprised that such a vehemently bitter idea even crossed his mind.

So maybe he is still… a little miffed… that Aragaki so blatantly lied to him. And went off to die without a word. And catapulted him into the nightmare memory of another hospital bed, another figure being consumed by wires and machinery. That last one isn’t really Aragaki’s fault, but Minato still can’t help being upset. 

It really is the lie that bothers him the most, though. It’s a little unnerving, how much it’s getting under his skin, when normally Minato wouldn’t be this upset, or even upset at all, about being lied to. Minato hadn’t felt this way when Yukari confronted Mitsuru about all the secrets she was keeping. He hadn’t cared what Mitsuru had been hiding. Honesty just never has been a sore point with him. So…why does this feel so different?

The only way he’s going to get any real answers or closure is to see this favor through to the finish. Minato pockets the envelope and makes his way back to the hospital. 

The smell of antiseptic hits him like a truck as soon as he crosses the threshold into the lobby. How does Junpei stand spending so much of his time here? Or Sanada, for that matter, who had come here every day since Aragaki was admitted. It makes him want to sprint right back out into the open air just thinking about doing the same. 

He arrives at Aragaki’s door. He seems to have skipped a few steps– he’s gone straight from the entryway to the patient wing without a single recollection of speaking to the receptionist or walking through the halls. Aragaki is awake in there, Minato sternly reminds himself. It’s his friend on the other side of that door, not an empty shell that used to be him. 

He knocks, and obeys when he’s bid to come inside. Aragaki regards him quietly for a few seconds. There aren’t any other visitors right now; Sanada must still be in practice.

Minato nods and produces the envelope from his pocket. Aragaki nods as he takes it, but his expression is subdued and unreadable.

He tucks it away into the drawer on the small side table to his left. He looks back at Minato and frowns.

Minato doesn’t respond. Aragaki blinks, surprise softening his features for half a second before the scowl settles back into place.

Minato doesn’t feel his face doing anything in particular. He wonders vaguely what Aragaki sees in his expression, but decides it’s better not to ask. Time to move on.

Minato must be making another face, because Aragaki rolls his eyes.

He’s got permission to leave if he so chooses. That’s clearly what Aragaki expects, but leaving things like this on such a sour note doesn’t sit well with Minato at all. 

Neither of them are good at talking, but there’s quite a bit Minato knows needs to be said. As leader, it really is his job, and… it’s his job as a friend, too.

Aragaki must take his silence the wrong way again and scowls at him.

Part of Minato does really want to tear into him, craves the catharsis of it. Aragaki even seems to want him to as well, as if to prove some kind of point to himself. But Minato doesn’t think there’s anything he could say that Sanada wouldn’t have already. 

Besides, being angry is exhausting. Minato’s already tired enough.

He settles himself in one of the chairs at Aragaki’s bedside and folds his hands in his lap.

“I…want to apologize,” he says.

“Huh?” Aragaki looks surprised again. Minato wonders if having his emotions put on shuffle like that is as draining for Aragaki as it would be for him.

“Everyone else visited you at least once before you woke up, but… I didn’t. I was too scared. I didn’t want to see you like that, Senpai.”

Aragaki just blinks at him, as though Minato’s apology is so far from what he’d been expecting that he’s stuck in a frozen state as he tries to process it. Minato wonders if this is what people mean when they tell him that his long silences and stares make them uncomfortable. 

“You…” Aragaki shakes his head, exasperated.

Minato pushes forward. “So… I’m sorry. For being such a coward.” 

“Cut that out, seriously. You don’t need to– I wasn’t even awake. S’not like I would’ve known if you were here or not.”

“Still.”

“The hell d’you mean, ‘still’? Just forget about it. It’s fine.” Aragaki sighs hugely, and his voice softens when he speaks again. “I mean that. It’s fine.”

“It’s really not though. Not to me. I don’t want you to think I don’t care.”

“You’re really sayin’ that like it ain’t your catchphrase?” Aragaki scoffs. 

“Got me there,” Minato says with another ghost of a smile. Now that he’s on the other end of it, Minato suddenly has a better appreciation of what Aragaki said to him a month ago at Hagakure. It really is refreshing to have someone say something to you straight instead of beating around the bush. “But I’d like to visit now, if that’s okay.”

“...Look, that’s real sweet and everything, but I ain’t really in a chattin’ mood right now.”

“That’s fine,” Minato replies. “Neither am I. I pretty much never am.” He digs into his bag and pulls out a book, opening it across his knees. He runs his thumb over the edge of the pages, worn to moth-wing softness by age. “But I’ll still be here.”

Aragaki doesn’t answer, so Minato shifts his attention fully to his book. He only gets through about a page and a half before Aragaki’s grumbling voice cuts into the silence again. “...Anyone ever tell you you’re a goddamn weirdo?”

“Junpei says that a lot, actually.”

“Hmph. Well don’t tell Junpei I agree with him on that,” Aragaki says, his mouth twisting wryly to one side. “It’ll go to his head.” 

“You got it, Senpai.” 

Aragaki makes a sound that might be a scoff, but might also be a suppressed laugh, and just like that the tension in the air dissipates. The next couple of hours pass mostly in silence, but pleasantly. Minato doles out books to Aragaki, and to Fuuka and Sanada when they arrive. They have occasional fragments of conversation amongst themselves, particularly after Mitsuru arrives near the end of visiting hours.

It feels comfortable, normal. The smell of old paper and bookbinding glue overpowers that of medicinal sterility. Minato even manages to forget, for just a moment, that they’re in a hospital at all.

[flufficity]

"Someone loved me"

[windydrawallday]

MASTERMIND

Keep talking, Lockdown: one day your words will land, I'm sure.

[winterdusktales]

junhoe sns update category: the boyfriend

[recusant-s-sigil]

So you know how the card combat system in CoM is never brought up again in the mainline series (non-mobile games)? This got pretty long, so it’ll be under the cut. Spoilers for Union Cross. TLDR: Ven’s presence in Castle Oblivion is what made it have the card system.

According to the 8th of Ansem the Wise’s secret reports in KH2, “[Castle Oblivion] consists of 13 floors above and 12 floors below ground, with the contents of its ‘White Rooms’ transforming in response to its visitor’s memories.” Those memories are etched onto cards, created by sampling specifically Sora and Riku’s memories. Who is the first person we see create these world cards?

Marluxia, who also teaches Sora how to use the cards to his advantage in combat for some reason. Come to think of it, why does Marluxia show Sora how to use the cards? In-universe, I mean. And how do the CO-assigned Org members know how to use them as well? But I’m getting off-track. We’re here to talk about why the cards are the combat system, not how the characters know how to use it.

Castle Oblivion is a place tied to the Age of Fairytales by its inhabitants, both as the Castle and as the Land of Departure. Ven is from then, as are Marluxia and Larxene, who both end up there. Eraqus is (probably but not confirmed to be) descended from Brain. Xehanort calls the Land of Departure a second home and is also related to a Union Leader, Ephemer. Remember, the contents of the White Rooms reflect the memories of the Castle’s visitors, so what then would happen if someone resided there? Would their memory, no matter if they consciously are aware of it or not, affect the whole castle to such a degree that the combat system reflects that of a bygone era?

Did you know that Kingdom Hearts χ, the browser game, used cards as its combat system? Ever wonder why Flick Rush exists? Dark Road also uses cards in its combat system, though it’s less a game of War and more “hit the enemy with sleights as fast as possible before their turn arrives”.

In Unchained χ and Union Cross, instead of cards, your player character uses Medals, which function basically the same but are exclusive to that specific game. Medals don’t show up anywhere else in the series, unlike cards.

At the end of Union Cross, it’s revealed that the events of Unchained χ were taking place inside a datascape, a digital recreation of the real Daybreak Town. Makes sense, then, that Medals only appear in that specific stretch of time/gameplay. We also discover that Dream Eaters, both Spirits and Nightmares, are actually wielders whose hearts have been kept safe by their Chirithy, transforming it into the technicolor Pokémon ripoffs of Dream Drop Distance. Only makes sense that they’d use cards for Flick Rush in that case, right?

Ever wonder why Luxord’s title is the Gambler of Fate when his attribute is time? Cards and dice, the main weapons he and his subset of Nobodies use, have been associated with fortune-telling since they were invented. Card reading, especially Tarot, are popular forms of attempting to predict the future or find out something important about yourself and others pertaining your/their destiny. But in this series, destiny is never left to chance, meaning no need to gamble. Perhaps Luxord is hoping to game the system while staying within the rules.

Back to world cards. Doesn’t the way they work seem oddly familiar? They use the memory of a person to project a world for them to interact with within a single location. Sounds very much like the Book of Prophecies creating worlds from the future it saw (the memory of that future etched in its pages) for wielders to collect Lux from the safety of Daybreak Town, since the actual worlds are too far away to get to besides using a Corridor of Darkness or similar.

I could go into how Skuld, Sigurd, and the Dark Road Norse Name crew connect to this (and possibly speculate about Sigurd’s role in Missing-Link), as well as the strange pods in CO/the Mansion and the significance of the Master’s Defender Keyblade being the one used to lock away the LoD but that’s more research than I could possibly stomach right now so I’ll save that analysis for another time. Besides, that’s more related to fate in general and not specifically cards so it’s probably best to keep that separate anyways.

If you made it this far, I want to thank you for reading! This is something I’ve had on my mind for a while and it feels great to finally get it down on paper (or rather, in a post).

[dollbnuuy]

faust agere moodboard from a while back ^.^

[chrissiewatts]

tagged by @mulderscully to list five songs i'm listening to right now 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

1. blades - arlo parks

2. fast times - sabrina carpenter

3. nothing matters - the last dinner party

4. moonlight - kali uches

5. my love mine all mine - mitski

tagging: @yrsonpurpose @ninzied @accordinglyskeptical @danieljradcliffe @guillermosfamiliar

[sneekysoft]

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐈 & 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐑𝐑𝐀 — in time may you find peace of mind with me, my friend @phantasmechanical

[viiridiangreen]

MOON'S HAUNTED

[imogenkol]

🐺 The Thatcher Family - original work

[template by the lovely @unholymilf]

[aaternum-a]

look at her. look at her face. why would u not hold her hand?

[neuro-human-sharing-pride]

Daycare song /sound clip stimmic identify related flag

(I personally don’t feel gender. I use xeno gender and stimmic gender that relate to who I am in a deeper way then “oh I like this” but thing i like that are a true element of who i am which is why I created these flags being I find strong positive connection to the DayCare song and positive stimming around it)

There are a bunch of Sun flags but not an equal amount of Moon flags which I think is just sad. (Admitt it they are hot -signed the Ace aro spectrum person)

The art of Sun and Moon is made by // Blue // (link to the video) on YouTube (link to channel). It came from a screen shout on there DayCare song (animatic?)- which is what inspired me to create this flag

This is the third song stimmic flag I’ve made (seocnd I’ve posted here) all 3 are based on small sound / song bites which I just vib to which bring me a lot of joy, positive stims and I I could lesson to on loop for periods of time and be completely happy.

The colors of the Sun and Moon flags are based on the animatic colors. I made the blended flag as the Song Stimmic flag but the plane versions (not over allowed, with sun and moon & music notes -which can be seen bellow) can be used as Character Stimmic Flags if chosen over the other flags that exist out there already

Sun and Moon

Split sun and moon (I know it doesn’t line up perfectly I hate that to. I’m using ibisPaint and all I know how to do is eraser tool)

Split flag with sun and moon characters

I also have Sun and Moon with Music notes on either side of them in black and white because this is a song stimmic flag not just a character one. -the music note flag has a different size then the others because it was saved from a different file if that makes scenes-