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jupitereatscrayons · 2 years ago
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Okay so for the mutual hangout I would definitely want to go to a roller skating rink and maybe a café to get some treats! 🍪
i cannot fucking rollerskate but yeah i like cafes! :]
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heartofaspen · 2 years ago
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chapter 3/4 of everything stays (but it still changes) just dropped!! read & leave a comment for yours truly?
Tubbo visits some old places turned new.
taglist: @nightmare-rivulets @puzzlingpapercrown @softiestyx @blockofhoney @deminjackets @oh-lordy-lord-save-me @meepsanity @avid-dust-collector @famtasticpopsicle @inexhaustiblechaos @moonlitartist @indigoza
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pips-squeak · 2 years ago
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Where I am from is of no importance.
I am from a boring street that’s in a normal neighborhood in an average state.
I am from a sea themed nursery that my dad painted himself
I am from a middle class family.
And
My childhood was not a fascinating one.
I am from stability, and heart and tolerance. I’m sorry.
So there’s not much I can say about places on a map, but
What I am from is my mom’s movie posters hung up in the living room
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The soapy smell of helping wash my dad’s car
and
Lathering my stuffed bear in lotion so he wouldn’t have dry skin.
Rooms, though,
The rooms I am from have melancholy built into its stone
I am from the chair beside the bed in hospitals
From beside the bed in a nursing home
From the metal seats and soft tears of funerals.
I am from the wooden benches of churches and the kneeled pose of prayers that were never answered
So I have nothing to say about streets, or neighborhoods or states but.
Rooms are where my memories are, and Rooms keep my life’s story in their walls.
(taglist below)
@indecisiveaesthetic @idkjustgowithitok @cupsmp @moonlitartist @violexides @dog55teeth @cavern-of-shenanigans
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crescentmoonscaped · 2 years ago
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New url!
moonlitartist -> crescentmoonscaped
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solardrink · 2 years ago
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Moonlitartist?
i see them around ^_^ they seem like a stand up person
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pixiecaps · 2 years ago
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Moonlitartist? <- totally not the user in question
hello anon that is definitely not 🙅‍♀️ moon. they are super nice i love interacting with them. he gave me a boba the other day and that was crazy cus i fucking love boba how did he know that idk but it was very funny to me
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jupitereatscrayons · 2 years ago
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Jupiter!!! How are you doing?
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help i want to draw my ocs but i cant arghhhhhh
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heartofaspen · 3 years ago
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new b1rdza fic just dropped!
everything stays (but it still changes)
chapter 1/4
Suffocating under immense guilt and grief, Tubbo struggles to thrive in the arctic commune. Kristen, the Goddess of Death, sends him a dream.
taglist: @cupsmp @doodlebloo @girlbossjackie @thebelovedsareback @spamton-brainrot @tubbomoon @lexicled @calli0p3 @bugflies00 @jaymesdoodles @kaede-smiles @pebbledrat @omeletteyyy @inexhaustiblechaos @famtasticpopsicle @fundbomb @stardustanddaffodils @moonlitartist @aquariiums (apologies if you don’t remember asking to be tagged i realize i posted the fic premise months and months ago)
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pips-squeak · 2 years ago
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a ctommy poem
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A Boy Made of Flowers
A boy made of flowers
And fearless ambitions
He stood up to the greatest
And saluted to them, too.
Uniforms of stitched threads
Made by wavering hands
Left in a chest somewhere to collect dust.
These were not his idols he remembered.
The boy was made of dreams
And he believed,
And believed,
And believed in those he loved.
Even after they were gone
By death or abandonment;
He believed.
He wished for everything to go
To where his brother was a leader to him
To where his mentors actually gave a fuck about him
To where his father figure didn’t trample over him.
The boy was made of hope.
Even through death he survived.
The boy was an enemy to many,
But very little did he waver
The boy was broken now,
But not dead
And he would live to see another day if it killed him.
(taglist below)
@indecisiveaesthetic @idkjustgowithitok @cupsmp @moonlitartist @violexides @dog55teeth
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jupitereatscrayons · 2 years ago
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making a picrew thing idk
(im gonna include instructions even though most of yall already know it haha)
!longer post!
so, if you were tagged in this, click the link, make your character, and normally, people just do themselves, insert the picture in the reblog, and tag their own mutuals. here is the link:
i apologize, i’ve gotten rusty at this hellsite over the summer.
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anyone who finds this may do it, but if you are tagged, do it on your own time, there’s no pressure.
@eights-world
@yourlocalloser
@17illiteratebees
@yael-things
@girlthatlikestotalk
@apileofmoss
@gemsiiie
@moonlitartist
@absolutelynotsanebaby
@pixiecaps
@talkedjupiter78
also, no quiz so yeah!
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heartofaspen · 2 years ago
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everything stays (but it still changes) -- chapter four.
“Something weird might just be something familiar from a different angle, and that's not scary, right?”
@nightmare-rivulets @puzzlingpapercrown @wiiwarechronicles @blockofhoney @deminjackets @oh-lordy-lord-save-me @meepsanity @avid-dust-collectorr @inexhaustiblechaos @moonlitartist @indigoza @cupsmp @doodlebloo @dreammexicano @juiceboxxjamie
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pips-squeak · 2 years ago
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A Tiny Coffin
There is something so devastating about a tiny coffin. About the small body that no longer breathes, blocks and dolls covering themselves up with dust in their untouched rooms.
A short funeral.
On an unlit night, when the moon turns a blindeye, a stocky man with tools at his waist hunts through graves for gold. At each one before he steals he reads the cold forgotten stone of those that are not remembered by blood.
Tonight, he stands before a smaller grave than the rest. His head is bowed and his eyes shine not from greed.
He leaves the courtyard. Goes to an open field where dew brushed petals look up at him, a man who knows of this brand of sorrow. He picks them, blues and pinks and whites.
When he’s returned to the tiny grave, he lays the flowers down on the soft bed of a little girl and weeps. A child that should cry at a scraped knee is silent, and an adult who should be firm and calloused cries.
What should be protected was lost, so if anything they must be remembered.
The little girl looks down at the man, and a small, sad smile brushes her lips.
It starts to rain, as even the sky cannot hold back its tears.
(taglist below)
@indecisiveaesthetic @idkjustgowithitok @cupsmp @moonlitartist @violexides @dog55teeth @cavern-of-shenanigans
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rosysugarr · 2 years ago
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Moonlitartist 👉👈
I don't know moon's pronouns oh no. but Moon seems super cool! The only reason I don't follow back is because I try not to follow minors generally-- I've kinda failed at that given not everyone has their ages listed publicly, but I do go looking, since I figure yall don't want some strange adult following your daily shit and all. Still! You seem cool, Moon, I SWEAR it's not personal that we aren't moots ok. You're just baby.
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jupitereatscrayons · 3 years ago
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i finished
1: @girlthatlikestotalk
2: @eights-world
3: @yael-things
4: @gemsiiie
5: @17illiteratebees
6: @moonlitartist
7: @yourlocalloser
8: @dialtowon
original image credits @pixiecaps
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kimberlyviolinartist-blog · 6 years ago
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“Moonlit Irises” available at Joie-Gallery #chinoiseriechic #chinoiseriestyle #moonlitart #iris #irislove #irislover #heronart #heronlove #heronarts #moonlitartistic (at Buffalo Bayou Park)
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