#moon nine

[silkclan-gossip]

SilkClan – Moon 9 Update By Snakepaw 🐾

Welcome back, SilkClan! Things have been buzzing (and not just because of bees...) this moon! It's the first moon of Greenleaf, and with it comes some fresh drama, unexpected promotions, and, of course, yours truly, keeping you in the loop.

🌕 Major Events:

Deputy Wisteriaspeckle! Can you believe it? Wisteriaspeckle has been made deputy! This moon started off with a bang as Basilstar named him the second-in-command. I mean, I can't say I didn't see it coming, but still, it's a huge moment for SilkClan. Wisteriaspeckle has always been steady and calm (well, except when he's dealing with Parsleypaw… more on that later).

Heatherpaw Joins SilkClan: Posyclaw and Parsleypaw found a sick kittypet by the Thunderpath, and guess what? They brought them back to camp! Heatherpaw has officially joined us now. It’s always a bit weird when kittypets make the jump to Clan life, but hey, let’s see how she handles it.

Duskplume’s Promotion: After all these moons of training and gathering knowledge, Duskpaw has been named Duskplume in recognition of their judgment! But get this: Basilstar almost seemed… intimidated? Yeah, I know, our fearless leader, feeling unsure! Duskplume’s got that kind of vibe though—wise, knowledgeable, maybe even more so than some older warriors. It didn’t take long for Duskplume to show that impulsive streak, though. They found bees building a hive in camp, attacked them, and, well… got swarmed. Basilstar wasn’t too happy, but what can you do?

🌿 Clan Life and Drama:

Wisteriaspeckle + Posyclaw Vibes: Wisteriaspeckle seems to be really in sync with Posyclaw lately. Every time they're together, Wisteriaspeckle looks the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him. But when it comes to Parsleypaw, not so much. Wisteriaspeckle thinks Parsleypaw isn’t exactly the most considerate cat around. Ouch.

Basilstar’s Awkward Moments: Basilstar’s been having some... let’s call them leadership blunders. First, there was an awkward attempt to wake up half the Clan—me included—for morning stretches. Yeah, Runningkit and Wisteriaspeckle weren’t thrilled. Then there was that embarrassing moment where Basilstar let Stoneraven walk around with a feather stuck to her face all day. Leadership isn’t easy, I guess?

Romance & Crushes: Posyclaw’s crush on Burrowfleck seems to be fading. But who’s caught Wisteriaspeckle’s eye? Well, let’s just say there’s some romantic interest brewing for both Cliffscar and Streakminnow. Meanwhile, Cliffscar and Basilstar are still playing the whole ‘will-they-won’t-they’ game with their feelings for each other. Oh, and Clear? She’s still all about her kits—hasn’t really bonded with the rest of us.

Jealousy, Fights, and Fun: Larkweb is still sulking about not being able to go to the last Gathering. Seriously, he’s jealous of Parsleypaw, of all cats. Though I did get to heckle another Clan with him at the Gathering, which was fun—nothing bonds cats like shared sarcasm, right? Meanwhile, Streakminnow accidentally stepped on Duskplume’s foot and pretended not to notice. Can’t say I blame her—sometimes you just don’t feel like apologizing. Oh, and Clear and Runningkit had a spat over fresh-kill, only to have it snatched while they were arguing. Classic.

Small but Sweet Moments: Not everything’s doom and gloom, though. Pondquill and Larkweb shared some fresh-kill together, and Robinpaw gave Pondquill a heartfelt congrats on a job well done. And Streakminnow thinks Duskplume is always reliable—a big compliment in Clan life.

Tension with the Kittypet Life: Speaking of Duskplume, they’ve been acting a little distracted during training lately, always glancing toward the border. Turns out they had a conversation with a kittypet, and now they’re wondering if it’s disloyal to have kittypet friends. Basilstar didn’t have much to say about that... seems like she's never really thought about it before.

🌿 SilkClan Life & History: Posyclaw’s been giving me a history lesson—seems like our ancestors once lived in a sheltered redwood grove. It protected them from the elements, gave them prey, and kept the kits dry. But then, Twolegs came and destroyed it all with their monsters and fire. The survivors scattered and eventually founded SilkClan here under the canopy. Makes you wonder if history’s always repeating itself...

That’s the latest from SilkClan! Greenleaf is here, and things are heating up in more ways than one. I’ll keep you posted—there’s always more to uncover.

– Snakepaw 🐾

[sedge-and-sanctuary]

Moon Nine - Highdark

Sedgeclan has no deputy!

Snowstreak challenges Harebolt to a sparring match! Coniferstar can't help but laugh at Snowstreak's jokes.

Cats mentioned: Coniferstar - 29 moons - Leader Harebolt- 107 moons - Medicine Cat Snowstreak - 108 moons - Warrior Rookpaw - ?? moons - ???

A thin, scrubby snow lies over Sedgeclan territory, heralding the start of High Dark. Even early in the season, the days are noticeably short. Coniferstar returns from afternoon patrol to find the light already turning gold; the sun a low, dull eye on the horizon. There is a sound of scuffling in camp; Coniferstar frowns, and creeps around a boulder, his claws unsheathed– only to see Harebolt and Snowstreak sparring– laughing, as they swipe pack and forth across the camp. Harebolt aims a paw at Snowstreak’s head, claws sheathed, and Snowstreak drops to her belly to roll away, quick as a rabbit– even on her injured leg. Harebolt laughs, surprised, and drops down onto Snowstreak’s back, pinning her easily– the two go rolling, stirring up a cloud of snow. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Coniferstar says, amused. “It seems like I’ve walked in on quite the battle.”

The two mollies scramble to their paws, at his voice, with matching expressions of embarrassment. Coniferstar laughs. “You’re not in trouble. I wouldn’t mind a bit of sparring practise myself. I suspect I’ve grown a little out of form.” “Oh!” Snowstreak brightens. “Would– you like to join in, then? I don’t mind! If you want to.” Coniferstar feels himself brighten; how pleasant, just to be among clanmates. Among these cats; loyal, and healthy, as few as they still are. If only he can keep them this way. If only– “Coniferstar?” Snowstreak is looking at him, worry fluffing up her pelt. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to.” “No.” Coniferstar shakes himself; purrs, appreciatively. “I would be happy to. If you’re sure I’m not interrupting.” “Of course you aren’t,” Snowstreak’s tail waves, loose and friendly. “–No,” Harebolt  agrees, after a moment. Coniferstar looks at her, ear twitching. Sees himself reflected, briefly, in her pupils; wide in the dimming light. He can’t quite read her expression. “My pleasure, then,” he says, anyway, and drops low, rocking on his haunches in an exaggerated lunge. Snowstreak mrows with pleasure, and leaps away before he can pounce, Harebolt right on her heels; Coniferstar wonders if he hadn’t been imagining her hesitation, after all.

Harebolt leaves them, later, to their sparring, excusing herself to gather herbs. Winter is on them, now, in full; its sharp, white teeth close over Sedgeclan with the bite of frost, and ice, and wind. Harebolt hunches her shoulders, walking with her head ducked low. Every breath stings the inside of her nose; it really is a foul day. In camp, Snowstreak says something, unintelligible, and Coniferstar laughs. Harebolt should be with them, in truth. But disquiet has been gnawing at her, dug beneath her pelt like fleas. She needs… Her paws carry her south, walking sideways, braced against the howling wind. Dry, sandy snow swirls up in drifts, and blows across the tundra without pause, pelting Harebolt in the eyes, and nose. But still, she walks. The moon rises. A wolf cries, far away; a lonely, mournful noise, unanswered. She is almost right against the treeline, before she sees it, eyes squinted nearly shut. The tall pines loom up, dark, out of the blowing snow, and Harebolt backpedals, catching now the faint and fading scent of border-marks. The gravel road winds past, just southeast, twisting from between the trees. Harebolt pauses, and glances back over her shoulder. The tundra is a wide and cold expanse, behind her; empty. Harebolt might be the only cat left in the world. She turns, and pads along the road, hearing Coniferstar’s warning all the time. But no cars come hissing past; no headlamps split the swirling snow. Whatever danger lurks there, to the south, where Coniferstar had come from– it’s hiding away from the wind, the same as Harebolt should be. She pauses, as the road twists up towards the twoleg place, sniffing along the shoulder; in the dry, sterile air, scents are strangely dulled– hard to detect. She lifts her head, to look around– and then, all at once, the wind cuts off; dead still. Harebolt’s ears ring, in the sudden silence. She glances back, uneasy. The world is still, and dark, and quiet. Blown snow drifts back down to earth, gently now, and settles, soft, over the land. The smooth surface is interrupted by a clawhook bend in the road; a strange lump. Harebolt looks at it, for a quiet moment, and then pads forward; her head still bowed, though there’s no wind now, to push against. Yes– she’s found what she came looking for. She brushes snow, gently, from the small cat’s skull. There is still patchy fur, clinging to the bones; scraps of black pelt, stark in the silver, winter day. Harebolt’s breath steams, as she works, carefully unearthing the body; not sure why she’s doing it. Her mind is strangely still, and calm– even her uneasiness is gone. Perhaps the cold has numbed that, too. She sits back, when she’s done, and looks down on the body of a large black cat, mummified by frost. The resemblance isn't exact; but Harebolt feels the rightness of it. Knows him, the way a rabbit knows to run, or a wolf to hunt. She sniffs him over, gentle as she would be with a kit. But warped by moons of death, it’s impossible to tell what happened to him; the body half-decayed, and gnawed on, here and there. Harebolt’s not sure what she had been expecting; what she had hoped- or feared- to find. “Well, Rookpaw." Her voice is very quiet, in the face of that wide and silent night. “I’m listening. What was the message?” The territory is utterly still, around her. The thin, bright claw of the moon turns all the snow to silver. Stars glitter, like cats’ eyes watching in the dark. Harebolt shivers, and- without quite knowing why- touches her front paw, gently, to the dead cat’s shoulder. But still; there is no answer.

[yesloulou]

the handshake —remember the zandvoort karting handshake in like 2012 or whenever that was🥹

IT'S THE EXACT SAME HANDSHAKE

[squuote]

have this thing. miss himm

[venusbyline]

Jacaerys Velaryon — Nine Moons.

chapter one

— summary: After Lucerys' death and the arrival of the dragonseeds, Jacaerys no longer wants to be betrothed with Baela. He wants to marry his twin sister, even if it means going against Rhaenyra's decisions and sealing suffering in your life and his.

— pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x twin sister!reader

— type: smut, dark, sequel of Sleep (but can also be read as a standalone series)

— word count: 2.0k

— tags/warnings: female!reader, dark!Jacaerys, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, Targcest (twin brother/twin sister), dubcon, referenced rape/non-con, referenced dubcon somnophilia, forced pregnancy, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, squirting, overstimulation, crying, dacryphilia, underage sex, curse words, pregnancy kink, minor Jacaerys Velaryon/Baela Targaryen, referenced Targaryen/Velaryon Incest (cousins), minor Rhaenyra Targaryen/Daemon Targaryen, marriage of convenience mentioned, manipulation, sexism, possessive behavior, toxic relationship, dark content, dom!Jacaerys, sub!reader, canon divergence, porn with plot. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— author's notes¹: Nine Moons is a shortfic, sequel of the one shot Sleep, written for Kinktober. Both Nine Moons and Sleep can be read as standalone.

— author's notes²: Each chapter will have its own trigger warnings.

— high valyrian words used: Idaña (twin), Hāedar (younger sister), Lēkia (older brother).

— crossposting: AO3

"YOU DISHONORED HER!”

Rhaenyra's voice sounded deep and angry during the Council meeting, everyone lowering their heads as the Queen spoke, her hands rubbing her own face before pointing at her firstborn son, her index finger trembling as she tried to get air in her lungs to continue the sermon.

"You dishonored her, Jacaerys." She repeated, now with the voice a lower volume than before. "Not only have you tarnished her forever, but you have also sealed a fate in her life without my permission."

The Council members' gazes passed to you, your head bowed and tears flowing with a silent cry, and then shifted to Jacaerys, sitting in the chair next to you, his expression frighteningly serene for someone who had just been discovered.

It was not too difficult to know what had happened between the two of you. Not when your belly started to grow and become rounded.

The maids did not inform the Queen about the lack of blood on your sheets in those three moons, everyone was too focused on the progress of the Dance of the Dragons to try to think anything, but after Daemon's return to the castle, it became impossible to hide what had happened. Either way, Jacaerys had never tried to hide it. He was excited for when your family finally found out about the baby growing inside your belly. But during those entire three moons, Jace forced you to stay silent about all of that. It was a secret that you were obliged to keep for the own good of the three of you.

You had no one else to share your despair with during that first trimester. No one but Jace knew about the pregnancy, although your twin brother had doubts that Mysaria was many suspicious about it, even if you did not even leave your room when she was around.

"You fooled your family, the Council, the Kingdom. You shamed yourselves, you shamed me as your mother and as your queen..." Rhaenyra continued, looking at the two of you with disappointment. "Both of you acted behind my back, always lying and plotting in favor of a sick feeling, always obsessed about staying together at all costs and—"

It was Jacaerys's turn to finally interrupt her. "You are not the best person to talk about obsession and unhealthy feelings, Your Grace." The heir prince muttered mockingly, his gaze turning to Daemon in the corner of the room, his face serious and both hands pressed to the hilt of his sword as usual.

"Mind your tongue, Jacaerys." Daemon's voice sounded cold, his violet eyes looking at his stepson with contempt. "You were smart, I admit. However, your actions were so fucking impulsive. Taking your sister like that, getting her pregnant in secret. I can see it now... It was a plan so you could marry her, was not it? You think we will get you out of your marriage with my daughter Baela simply because you fucked a baby inside your twin's womb?"

Jacaerys swallowed hard, the entire Council filling with surprised whispers at the King Consort's words. Even Rhaenyra looked at Daemon with a bit of surprise, despite knowing that her uncle-husband was right. Jacaerys could not go unpunished for his impulsive decision. And not even you.

Rhaenyra took a deep breath and turned to the Council, looking around before noticing Baela, standing like most of the other members. However, her face contained a hidden fury that Rhaenyra had not yet seen so clearly. She knew that the last decision would be in the hands of the princess, as she knew that it would be unfair for her to decide and impose anything on Baela after the humiliation she had just gone through.

"My betrothal with Prince Jacaerys remains."

Jacaerys burst angrily into his own chambers, his hands knocking down any object he saw in front of him, the face reddened and furious as he yelled. You were still at your brother's side, calmly closing the door and watching his outburst of fury while you tried to find something welcoming to say, even though your mind was a mess.

You did not want Jacaerys' children. You did not want to get pregnant. You did not want your brother's obsession with you. Everything was so creepy. However, you could not tell your mother about Jace's threats, about you being, in a way, forced into that situation. No one would believe you. And you needed Jacaerys to help you through that. You needed a light at the end of the tunnel, and Jacaerys was now truly the only person in your favor.

You could deal with his troubled mind if he helped you...

"And now? What are we going to do?" You asked with a trembling voice. No one would marry you after not only were you no longer a maiden, but you also had children with another man. You would be forced to watch Jacaerys marry Baela and have children with her. Legitimate children. Yours would just be a bastard... A bastard baby of the future king...

Perhaps Lord Cregan Stark would accept you as his betrothed... He was not very picky about his wives' chastity. And after all, at least you would have already proven your fertility. Perhaps that could be enough to make another deal with the Northmen.

Jacaerys turned back, his angry expression softening a little as he took a deep breath, his forehead still warm due the anger. "I do not know." He admitted it grudgingly. Daemon was right. He had been smart and stupidly impulsive at the same time.

Your brother sat on the bed, his hand covering his face while he tried to think of something, anything that seemed probably to get the two of you out of this situation. To free himself from the destiny his mother had set for him. He would rather die than not marry you.

"Come here." Jacaerys ordered, his tone softer regardless of the frustration still evident. As you walked over to sit next to him, he held you around the waist, placing your legs on either side of his thigh, making you sit down with a sigh, the underwear beneath your dress doing little to prevent the sharp friction that he had caused.

The tearful reactions followed you every time he touched you. You could not help but close your eyes and try to pull back on instinct, remembering how he fucked you in your sleep three moons ago, determined to take what he thought was rightfully his. Your body, your virginity, your purity. Trying to turn you into a wife, a mother. Fill your womb with his seed, with his heir...

Your reaction did not go unnoticed by him. "Do not back down from me again, Hãedar. You know how much I hate it when you do that." He fell silent after you keep refusing to look directly at him, your eyes now open and focused just on the mattress beneath both of you.

Jacaerys knew you well enough to know that you woul not look at him willingly. He sighed with irritation, his large hands wandering up your dress, moving the fabric up your thighs until your soft skin was gracing his view. "You know I only want the best for us, right? For me and you, for our baby..."

His sweet words made you feel sick. You did not want to be pregnant and you also did not want to subject your child to the situation that would happen soon. You had about six moons until the baby was born, however, you could not imagine how the situation could improve, not after Baela reaffirmed that she would go through with her betrothal with Jace.

"Do not you want to be a queen consort? To be my queen?" Jacaerys murmured in a husky but gentle voice, the sickly sweet tone waking you up from the noisy thoughts that filled your confused and worried mind. You did not even register that you were now lying on the bed with your legs open for him, your underwear lost on the floor and your dress lifted to expose your cunt to Jace as he settled his face in front of it.

You whined when his thumb traced circles on your swollen pearl, making you curse yourself in your own mind for feeling so wet and creamy in the face of such chaos. "B-But Baela... Mother wants her to be your queen consort, not me..."

Jacaerys rolled his eyes, applying a little more pressure to his finger, a loud moan echoing through the rooms as your clit ached. "That was not what I asked, Idaña." Jace mumbled without much patience, changing the rhythm and moving his thumb up and down. "I can feel your swollen little bud pulsing against my finger." The sudden teasing left your face all red and you tried to hide yourself in the pillow. "Oh, little sister... Do not be so shy. You are pregnant with my child, it is pretty normal to feel more horny during pregnancy."

You knew it was true, but that did not make the situation any better. Then, you tried hard to change the subject and ignore how your legs shook from those touches. You wondered if Baela had ever experienced that feeling with Jace, and for a brief moment you felt really jealous.

"You know I only want you now, little sister. That is all that matters, the current moment." Jace muttered suddenly and you whined again. It was almost as if he could read your mind. The twins thing, as Rhaenyra had said since you were born, watching you cuddle together since you were just babies.

However, the little boy who used to apply kisses to your little wounds to pretend that they would heal faster, now had made you pregnant against your own will and was eating out your cunt as if he were starving, desperate for licking the honey that dripped from your legs, like a bee being attracted.

Or perhaps you were the bee drawn to Jace's honeyed words, macabre promises disguised as the stickiest, tastiest candy in the world. "J-Jace..." Your hands grabbed his curly hair while you felt your release approaching, your mind wanting to push him away but your hips moving faster against his face, desperate every minute your her cunt rubbed and smeared your brother's mouth. "Lēkia, please... I do not.. I do not want this again..." You moaned with tears streaming down your face. "It feels so wrong but it feels so good too, I cannot take this..."

Jace smirked and chuckled, enjoying the whirlwind of conflicting tearful requests that escaped from your lips. Whining and begging to him stop, moaning and begging him to keep going... You were a crying confused mess, and Jace loved that. He loved how you tried to push his face away with your shaking hands and at the same time rubbed your wet core against his lips to cum faster.

It did not take long for you to reach your high, crying out and echoing through Jace's chambers as he remained licking you, lips closing around your pearl and sucking softly until you were squirting all over his face thanks to the overstimulation. Jacaerys finally stood up after you whimpered for him to stop. He knew he could not push you too much due to the pregnancy, so he just caressed your little round belly, giving it a gentle and fatherly kiss. "My heir..."

Jace sat in front of you, watching your shaking body and appreciating your tearful whimpers. He admired the sight of your legs spread and your sensitive cunt spasming slightly after your orgasm, completely wet.

"I promise I will get rid of Baela. I will not stay away from you two." Jacaerys murmured with a smile, caressing your pregnant belly and ignoring the way you cried, preferring to believe that you were crying out due the fear of losing him, and not because of the cruel situation he had forced you into.

[crustyjpg]

nine sols x rain world crossover au babeyy!! the doomed siblings games ever

[mighty-mations]

[hdra77]

Ah sick someone finally did a rain sols. Got any more of em?

Yes actually!i've doodled a few of them so far (still uncolored though but you could see small rough color tests on a few doodles i made)

since my last post is gaining alot of attraction ive decided to turn it into an AU! here in this AU spears is a sol seeking for vengeance and surv is a lost solarian trying to search for his sibling monk(looks like the tables have been turned)

here are some random doodles and me trying to figure out how to color saint (not official design yet)

i also design the iterators as sols! not all of them yet though i'll be making more of these and including NSH this time! requests are welcome btw if you want to see which one of the casts you'd like to see more of ^^

[hahskeleton]

PICKING FIGHTS??!!?!?!??!

Big attack!! (7 moon characters :D)

Winged Moon: @crystalmagpie447

Sleepy Dreamy: @ocean-lunar

Hospitalized AU Moon: @bilolli

Milk: @vectorisheree

Candy!Moon: @suntimeswolliw

Candyland AU Moon: @garbagechocolate

Glamrock Moon: @nosleepygay

(hope it’s okay to tag)

[kitsumo]

my dealer: got some straight gas🔥😛 this strain is called game 27😳 you'll be zonked out of your gourd💯

juice: yeah whatever. i don't feel shit

5 min later: dude i swear it makes sense

my buddy, nine, pacing: how did an NFL game end up like this

[nebulafeather]

>PIONEER 10 CONSOLE< C:\>run EVENTS.EXE ~~~~~Events Calendar~~~~~ –Today– April 14th, 2024: Happy Launchday to the JUpiter ICy moons Explorer! –Upcoming– April 24, 2024: Happy Birthday to the Hubble Space Telescope!!! November 8th, 2024: Happy Birthday to Pioneer 9! March 2nd, 2025: Happy Birthday to Pioneer 10!

[vampireofsorrow]

17776 designs !

[cheerioskid]

and the universe said you are the daylight

and the universe said you are the night

[tiabwwtws-art]

Let's meet somewhere when it's over

[echoes-in-echoclan]

Oopsie daisies

Moon 0 

Moon 45 - Moon 46.2

[sketchysspace]

SKETCHYYYYY

Drop another dark sun doodle

And my life

Is YOURSSSS

BESTOWS UPON YOU MORE SMALL DARK SUN DOODLES :D