#moonglittering

[demonsfate]

[countlessrealities]

@moonglittering sent: Virote was half-dressed and busy inspecting the slight, slight bruising on the inner part of his bottom lip when Rick decided to wake up. ❝Welcome back to the land of the living,❞ he said, now putting on his jewelry. ❝There's some juice on the nightstand and a powerberry bar you can take back home if you want. You must've had a real shit night with the way you came in here.❞

Waking up hungover was a feeling Rick was intimately familiar with. It might not happen as often as it had used to, but it was still common enough for him to expect it out of habit. So, the times when he didn't, it was always a pleasant surprise.

Useless to say, that morning was very much not one of those lucky occasions.

The first thing the scientist did when his consciousness started to resurface was groaning in discomfort. His head was pounding as if someone had been using it as a drum while he slept and his mouth was dry as a desert. Not to mention the tense ache in his limbs for having passed out in an odd position and the disgusting tasted that coated his tongue, a mixture of acid and something nauseatingly sweet.

Then there was the fact that he didn't know where he was and had no recollection of how he had gotten there. The mattress underneath him was far too big and comfortable to belong to his cot and the room was far too bright. His first guess would have been that he had hooked up with some random fancy weirdo, but him being fully dressed ruled out that possibility.

Damn. Just how much had he drunk the night before? It had been a while since he had had a full blackout. Even if considering what had happed the day before, because he still remembered that, it wasn't too surprising.

Still, knowing why he had gotten wasted didn't answer all the questions he had. Before he could further speculate, however, the answer reached him without warning, in the form of the last voice he would have expected to hear.

What the fuck. Was that...? Why was he in Prince Moonshine's bedroom, of all places?! What. The. Fuck.

His mind whirled for a few moments, as he tried to recall what had possessed him to pick Virote's palace for his drunken stunts, but he quickly gave up when he found just a dark hole in his memory. Alright, time for a change of strategy.

With a grunt, Rick pushed himself off the expensive mattress, bumping in the nightstand as he stood up on unsteady legs, causing some of the juice that had been left for him to spill on the smooth wooden surface.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath as the room spun all around him. His hands clumsily patted the pockets of his coat and he relaxed a little when his fingers closed around the handle of his portal gun.

Ignoring everything Virote had said, he pulled the device out, pointing it towards the floor. Time to bail and forget this ever happened.

He spared the quickest look at the younger man, to make sure that the night before he hadn't done something as idiotic as punching him in the face, and, once he had made sure that there was no visible bruise, he shot a portal at his feet.

"B-Be fuckin' grateful that I-I didn't throw up on your fancy bed," was all he said, before he hopped in the green vortex and vanished in an entirely different dimension.

[pararennial-archived]

❝Fail to see how this is a problem, Tai. I'd say Vi's a charity case helping him out, 'cause no offense, your dad is a bit of a scrub. It's just unfortunate, really.❞

@velvetineblue

[itscnlyfcrever]

⚜ How many people do you not like?

the salty af munday meme

There’s a lot of people I don’t like. I just unfollow them and complain to my group chat of people not in the rpc and move on.

[the27percent]

Onyx: How do they handle hostility from others, whether verbally or physically?

It really depends for Atieno. Because they are the kind of type that will infuriate someone by purposefully not responding to things. Especially if the insult they find is really ... pathetic or not particularly cutting.

They will just kind of shrug and be like "alright, you can feel that way.. but that means very little to me."

However if they find themself actually stunned by the verbal hostility, there's a weird like... "Oh.. oh that landed. Damn. Good for them. "

Given that they genuinely feel like they have been in the wrong with that person, they'd go out of their way to apologize and give them space.

But if someone's just being an asshole just to do it - they will verbally cut back, or just lean into that uncanny feeling that they tend to inspire in others. Make it worse on purpose. Just do a little existential damage.

Physical hostility though - someone tries to come for them, they have no problems casually just throwing someone elsewhere. Just to get them out of their way. Usually it's all about.. okay you're in my way, you're being annoying. you're trying to fight me - fucking move.

They usually try to wait a while before getting physical because.. throwing their actual strength around is a lot. But when they get there, they don't start mess, but they will end it. And one doesn't easily forget being tossed like a rag doll, or feeling a truly weird force in a punch or kick which produces just a bizarre lingering, agonizing kind of pain.

Haunting is actually a pretty good word for how the aftermath feels.

[vvrongedd]

@moonglittering :: 🍻 + “ who are you, really ?”

send me a 🍻+ the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer.

“I don’t even know anymore, man. I think who I originally was died a long time ago, which I guess is kind of just how life works, but, like….” He shook his head and took another drink. “I don’t think any part of me is even alive anymore.”

[shibemuses]

@moonglittering - luigi - s.c.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, Luigi hated the dark. He hated how all-encompassing it was, coating everything in shadow. It would be impossible to see very far. Spooky scary creatures and critters could hide in the dark, make their attack against the poor timid plumber at any moment.

That's why he walks so shakily, hands held up defensively in an almost karate-like position to try and defend himself should somebody come near.

Trying to comfort himself, the mustached twin began to whistle, voice and breath shaky and uneven. His teeth soon begin to clatter together like merry castanets, even if he was anything but merry.

A branch snaps nearby. With a "YIPE!!" Luigi whirls around towards the sound, still hunched into that defensive pose. What was that?!

[guttersniper]

omfg laneyyyy!!! laney. you're one of the best writers i've ever met, tbh. your world building, character building, and ability to craft a story is such a gift. ur gifted as hell. when i see u on dash doing replies and providing us w. content about mutt, i cant wait to read what uve whipped up for us in the kitchen. ur writing is a sprinkle of himalayan salt on a fresh, grilled veggie medley. and we feast on it tbh.. nd outside of ur talents, ur overall just a rly cool person. ur good, ur hot, ur fresh, ur fly! funny.. fashionable.. ur aura is immaculate!!

it’s the end of 2022 – tell me your totally anon opinion about me!

real recognizing real, because every single one of those can be applied to you! i’ve told you before, but i love reading your writing, especially when describing food. god, you’re great at describing the cooking process and the food that comes from it. your headcanons for virote are always so in-depth, and i love learning every little thing there is to know about him and the great npcs peppered throughout his story. you, diren, are a goddamn delight. you’re hilarious, take no bull, and you have great taste in everything. i couldn’t be happier knowing that we’re friends. happy new year!! <3

[mechahero]

listennnn ur new icon is so cute.. good choice, it rly stands out on my dash esp since im using the goth rave dashboard theme 🌟💖🔥

//AAAAAA TY!!! THATS REALLY NICE!!

[everglow-synth-archive]

Starter for @moonglittering

"Hey there, welcome to the Firefly Lounge!"

It was a rainy night, the music in the lounge slow and quiet. It wasn't very busy tonight, with Matthew having been just about to enjoy a rum and coke before he had noticed the elevator open up.

"Can't say I've seen you around here, can I get ya' a drink? First time customers get one free."

[choicescreen]

@moonglittering

“ december 4th, 1944. guess that makes an a, uh, that guy with the bow’n’arrow. whatever you call that one. “ his silence only lasts for two and a half seconds. “ did you guys invent those things? “

[countlessrealities]

What's with you and the moon prince guy?

The question has Rick raising an eyebrow. He knows whom they are referring to, also because Virote in question is the only person ruling over a mun he currently has a proper relationship with, but he doesn’t want it to look like his thoughts have instantly moved on the younger man. They have, for the aforementioned reason, but people tend to draw the most annoying conclusions, even when the logical ones are right under their nose.

“M-Moon prince guy? W-Who, Virote?” He asks crossing his arms on his chest and shrugging. “W-What sort of question is that? I-I mean, shit, not is any of your business, b-but if you’re waiting for me to admit some funny business, w-well...you’re barking up at the wrong tree, pal.”

Is this Summer hiding behind the anonymity of the internet? He can’t rule it out completely, but he also knows that his granddaughter is smoother than that.

“H-He’s Morty’s and Sum-Sum’s friend. I-I don’t like how much he tries to mother Morty, b-but for now it’s been harmless, s-so I let him do it,” he goes on then, with a little huff. “W-We drink and smoke together. Y-You could say that he’s my fuckin’ drug dealer when it comes to those moon flowers. B-But I’ve been trying to grow my own, s-so he might not have that role for much longer.”

Virote insists that there is no way that someone can grow Solar Golds and Royal Frangipani somewhere that’s not his moon. Good thing that Rick isn’t “someone”. Not to mention that the more he gets told that he can’t do something, the harder he tries to prove that he can instead.

“W-We ended up under a fuckin’ mistletoe, s-so I kissed him. An-And then, for some demented reason, he thought that making out with me again would be a proper payback.” A snort. He still doesn’t get the logic behind that. “I-If you ask me, I kissed him stupid an-and he had to get another taste ‘c-cause I’m that good.”

He pulls out his flask and brings it to his lips to take a casual swing before speaking up again.

“W-What the fuck do you want me to say? H-He’s real fuckin’ pretty, he’s not a bad kisser...e-even if he could use some practice. An-And I’d tap that nice ass. I-I don’t see what the big deal is. I-I mean, shit, my type tends to be ‘consentient and not hideous’. Ha-Have you seen him? C-Can’t you really blame me for sparing a thought about shoving him down in his fairy tale gardens or-or in on the floor of his fancy ass wine cellars? B-Because if you do...you need your eyesight checked.”

{ @moonglittering - mentioned }

[pararennial-archived]

I hate to reopen wounds here... but @moonglittering, @starfoam, @velvetineblue... this is a throwback to the previous mayhem we unleashed on the dash.

Roxy is clearly C.rystal Me.thyd, Tai is T.rinity feeding her the cake, poor Vi is A.lyssa E.dwards, and Lo is S.hea C.oulee.

I'm so sorry Vi, don't be afraid to give Roxy a smack upside the head when she gets too bold 🤣

[cryptidsdad]

❛ 24 . a kiss on the neck .

Soft noise escaped him at the feeling of the couch shifting underneath him as the other adjusted his weight. Robert had been basically nodding off for a good half an hour before he had seemed to settle against Vi as the TV continued to play whatever they had landed on earlier that night. “Quit it,” Robert grumbled softly at the feeling of lips brushing against his neck. He raised a hand to gently smack at Vi’s shoulder the best he could — The kisses were nice, yes, but in his half asleep state? Vi was lucky that Robert had not pulled away. “Let me sleep.”

[demonsfate]

@moonglittering / / / ❤️‍🔥'd

❝ So... ❞ he holds up two articles of clothing in each hand. One was a thick, black leather jacket - the kind you see tough bikers wear, perhaps. The second was a softer cotton hoodie, it's also the grim black, although decorated with decals of flames. It looks like something out of the early 2000s, something Guy Fieri would wear if he was eating at a diner with no heating. ❝ Would the leather jacket make me feel like I'm trying too hard to be the ' cool dude ' at the party. I'm sure other men will be wearing leather, too... but... ❞ he lowers the jacket, & elevates the hoodie. ❝ Maybe I should go for a more casual look ? I still appear fashionable, but also like I don't care much at the same time. ❞

[countlessrealities]

Rick might have not been able to see the the blush that had coloured Virote's complexion, but he happened to be very good at reading body language and expressions. Not that it took an expert to tell that the younger man was embarrassed. It made him wonder if what had done it had been the implications of his light accusation or the nickname. Probably a mixture of both.

His expression, however, shifted into a more annoyed one when the other spelled out his full name. Thank fuck no one had told the guy that his legal name was "Richard". The last thing he needed was someone else who insisted on calling him that to get on his nerves. Nimbus was more than enough.

"N-Not a fuckin' crime, b-but in my experience? P-People who suddenly start being extra nice to me e-either want into my pants o-or wants something from me," he claimed, lips curled in a light scowl. "I-It can't be the first thing, 'c-cause you already got that. S-So excuse me if I'm tempted to think tha-that it's the second."

He viciously stabbed a piece of chicken, bringing it to his mouth and chewing it with just as much unnecessary violence.

"An-And don't fuckin' 'Rick Sanchez' at me. I-I refuse to be scolded like a goddamn brat." Even if he knew a few people who would argued with that. "Y-You might be royalty or-or whatever to everyone else, b-but you know that I don't give a fuck."

With that, his features relaxed. He had said his piece, defended his reputation as an asshole and most likely made Virote feel even more mortified, so he could go back enjoying his food. And especially the alcohol. Speaking of, his glass was woefully empty.

"B-But fine, I'll take your word for it an-and graciously accept your thank you," he added then in a more pacifying tone, even if a hint of sarcasm still coloured his voice as he spoke the second part of the sentence. A shrug followed. "Y-Yeah, the kids like the place. I-I mean, shit, even I get why. Y-You got a fine little colony here."

And that was high praise, coming from him. It wasn't every day that he admitted having a particular liking for a place.

"An-And I guess that the people a-aren't too bad either." He rose a meaningful eyebrow in the younger man's direction. "E-Even if they are still fuckin' annoying."

He refilled refilled his glass to the brim, his expression turning contemplative. When he spoke again, after having taken a long sip of moonwine, his tone was casually neutral.

"I-I guess that we are. F-Friends, I mean." A pause. "B-But I won't fuckin' hesitate to take away y-your privilege to call me that i-if you keep calling me a goof."

❝I'm not trying to wine and dine you like that, goofy.❞ Virote slid from the sleek countertop, glass bottle still in hand, and meandered over to the table to sit right across from Rick—a small, single bud of unbloomed solar gold sat between them in a glass. There was a lot to take in from the last few moments that had passed. How calm it was between them, Rick complimenting his cooking, and the quirky moniker of Prince Moonshine. The lighting was dim enough for Rick to not see his ears and nose redden ( his expression was a very easy read and tell, though. ) ❝Maybe, like, I just wanted to cook for you. You know, to show you I care and all of that good stuff. Is that a crime, Rick Sanchez?❞

Immediately after speaking, he started mentally kicking himself. I said too much, I said too much, I said way too fuckin’ much. Avoiding eye contact, he watched beads of condensation fall down the curved surface of the bottle in his hand and start pooling on the surface of the table. He used the flat of his free palm to wipe it away. Well, most of it. Some of it just ended up being smeared on the table’s surface.

Not like he was actually aiming at cleaning it up, anyway.

It was just something to do while he figured out what else to say. A distraction.

❝This is more like a thank you,❞ he finally admitted. ❝It's been uh... You know, like, really fun. Hanging out with you and whatever. It's been fun getting to know Summer and Morty, too. Those two are pretty bright. They seem to really like this place, so that makes me happy. And, um.❞ Virote raised the bottle to his lips for a long, long swig. The anxiety started to make his mouth dry and he still needed to buy himself to time. The redness of his face still wouldn’t subside.

Funny, considering he was quick to say what was on his mind during any other set of circumstances. His own fondness for Rick had humbled him a touch. ❝There’s a lot more I could say, but I’m not sure if this is the right time. So, like, lemme just say that I value you as a friend and as a person, and I wanted to do something nice for you. Fuckin’ goofball.❞ Or, maybe it was the right time to say more. He had to ease himself into the conversation, first.