#poor luna

[lunaloothemew]

Ay got some actual art for you all!

[saqqarasdissent]

I would be too Luna. Seriously she puts up with so much shit and I love her for it 💗

My thoughts, during this scene.

[cuddlebugmonster]

What a loving family

Previous/ next

[hpnextgenthings]

Ok but like imagine Lily Luna befriending Snape’s portrait and he reveals that he was alone a lot as a child. So Lily asks Professor McGonagall if she can start eating dinner in the Headmistress’s office so “Professor Snape won’t be so lonely.”

[dapper-lil-arts]

rainbow dash taught her that word i bet

[smokingbomber]

[fatedroses]

Tank-on-Tank violence.

[rinshairandthoughts]

Assassination Classroom (moon destroyed into a perma crescent)

List Of Media Where Something Fucked Up Happens To The Moon

despicable me (moon theft)

miraculous ladybug (moon split in half)

hermitcraft (moon big)

feel free to add

[bamboo-bees]

Hengren in a nutshell, amirite

[alevolpe]

Different Lunas, same exasperation. 🌙

[fricc-darn]

Beloved, Mother Luna!

In my head, I don't see Luna with a form, just as a disembodied voice. That, or the moon from Majora's Mask. My headcanon is that in the arg, Luna is a fabrication for the most part. However, there are certainly some spiritual elements surrounding her.

If Luna did exist, she would be a morally gray/slightly malevolent goddess. As the true intentions of the Moon Children Cult are inherently cruel and exploitative, Luna's behavior would reflect that. Her ill will is masked by "good intentions". Followers should be like family and act in her stead. Peace and love, all that jazz.

I do think she cares about her "angels", to an extent. When she is not corrupted by negative energy that is. She speaks like the Moon in the game, using apocalyptic, short, and vague messages. Similarly to the moon in MM, Luna cries moon tears!

[ttauriwanderer]

His heart aches for her. She's had so much happen to her, he can see it there in her eyes and the terror she held for her power. He can guess why she doesn't talk about her family much, why her power scares her so badly when it didn't before.

She's only a kid, she shouldn't have had these things happen to her. But that doesn't change that they did. Nothing would change that they did.

With his hands clutched tightly in hers, Steven can't wrap her in a hug like he'd like to, but he can lean forward and kiss her forehead, leaning his own against it afterward.

"Okay. That's all it takes, Luna. You just have to decide you're going to be brave and then stand up. It will be hard and maybe you'll get scared and run away again but as long as you keep coming back to try again, that's all that matters. Bravery isn't a lack of fear, it's standing up even if you're shaking, even if you're so scared you can't think. It's deciding that you've had enough and you're going to change things. You're being very brave, Luna. I'm so proud of you."

He smiles, letting his eyes tell her the truth of his words. He is proud, so very proud, that Luna wants to be better. It's the first step to getting there after all; making the decision to take the first step.

"But it isn't..." it wasn't a healthy amount. All she did was run and all she did was hide. She was always scared and she wondered if she even had a brave muscle in her body. She already knew how much her power was frightening. She feared it.

his words don't go in one ear and out the other though. As much as she feels hopelessly lost, she can't help but hold onto his words. Brown eyes look at him. The way his eyes speak to her and the way his smile tells her he understands because he really does. She wants to PUSH the feeling away. She isn't meant to feel safe. Yet, she really can't help but want to embrace that feeling. Thor, Steven, Byleth, Donald, and so many others...They all had that same warmth to them. Even Loki who is absolutely cold held a warmth that made her feel safe. Like a weighted blanket for when one is having a horrible attack.

Her eyebrow knits together and she tries to hold back the tears. She wants to look away, but she ends up unable to. Her lips quiver and the tears well up in her eyes.

"Mister...Steven..." she says through soft choked sobs, "I want to get stronger. I don't want to run anymore." Her own hand squeezes his tightly, almost desperately.

"Every ti-iime...I think about---," The child hangs her head low, tears dropping onto her pants and the back of Steven's hand. She only squeezes harder,

"I don't---don't want to r-ru--unn away. "

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

The Carved Skull (Part 1)

(In which Lilith adjusts to the Imperium and Rogal Dorn finds out his niece shares a hobby with him)

Tags: Bone carving, mentions of an Astartes getting maimed, brief mention of death, and explorations of Baal culture

Folk: @sirpuddingcup @jaghatai-khock

(Note: Kakek is Indonesian for Grandfather)

It had been a year since Lilith arrived on Terra and she still didn’t really like the Adeptus Astartes. They smelled wrong. Chemicals, drugs, and a certain unnatural scent that she had yet to become used to. She didn’t understand how her father seemed to accept them so quickly and she had no regrets about scratching the face of one of Horus’ Luna Wolves. She didn’t really know what his name was, something like Ulysses or something of the sort; she hadn’t really paid attention. What was nice was that they’d stopped trying to get so close to her. She greatly preferred that, though Sanguinius had been trying to get her to play with some neophytes. She wasn’t entirely sure of them, for she was used to having to be careful due to her claws and teeth.

One wrong move and she could kill someone, even if it’s by accident. She was uncertain. However, she’d quickly grown close to Malcador, a man she had come to see the same way as the elders of the Blood. Mentor and Grandfather both, with Malcador seeming to like it when she called him Kakek, a baalite word often used for Grandfathers, though Lilith had never had one to give the name to for her mother’s father had long since passed. 

Certainly she had the Emperor as a grandfather, but she was forced to call him that in Gothic, never in her native tongue and besides he was nothing close to being that in her eyes. Not after her mother’s death. Thus she often said it very impersonally compared to Malcador. Which was what had led to her carving a skull with intricate designs, designs that came quickly to her. After all, she’d had many lessons over the years on how to carve bones, it was just something the Blood did. Lilith didn’t understand why the Imperium had such plain bones. It was tasteless, for those were the bones of something living once; they deserved to be adorned unless of course they’d done some terrible crime. Then they got no markings at all.

Perhaps that’s why so many bones were unadorned…? But no that couldn’t be right because Kakek had said that the Servos Skulls were an honourable thing. It didn’t make a lick of sense to her, but not much really did about this place. So she just busied herself about making Malcador a Servo skull that was properly honoured. Maybe she’ll be done by time this is over and she’ll be able to give it to him when the next time comes for when he teaches her Gothic. She liked her little lessons with him, even if she didn’t always understand the words he spoke, though she caught on quickly. She was told it was because she was the daughter of a primarch that she learned things so quickly. Kakek said that he’d explain what a primarch was when she was older. She decided to hold him to it.

In the meantime, she would carve. She carved alone for a while, before she heard heavy footsteps and the strong scent of oil, metal and cured furs signaled the approach of Rogal Dorn, her Uncle. Lilith was not exactly sure what to think of her father’s brothers; they were strange and she stiffened as Dorn approached her. He made a small rumbling noise in his throat, an indication of wanting to see what she was doing. It was easier after all, until she fully learned Gothic, most of her uncles communicated to her in this way. She understood well enough, and showed him the skull she was carving to which Dorn’s eyes widened and a warm smile appeared on his normally quite unsmiling face. 

The Skull was handed back to her, and he left, only to momentarily return with his own carving tools and sat across from her to carve as well. She looked on curiously, and watched as he carved what looked like a ram..? She thinks that’s what they’re called, she’s not entirely certain. It’s different from her swirling patterns and little runes, though she noticed the additions of circles and some lines here and there. It was fascinating and she relaxed slightly, allowing her wings to fluff as she returned to her own carving. 

Dorn for his part enjoys that he’s found that his niece likes to carve bone, and catches the sigh of a smile that shows off her fangs. So that was what Sanguinius meant when he’d said that she’d been smiling smaller than usual. He hopes she grows more comfortable and smiles more naturally, for he thinks he’s going to come to rather like his little niece with her bone carving far beyond that of which Dorn expected of someone her age. Besides it was nice to simply carve in silence, and look up to see her carving runes that he supposed must mean something in her culture. After all, she and Sanguinius had come wearing light yet elaborate clothing that had generally covered their faces and heads. Dorn had been rather taken aback by it, with Sanguinius’ amber almost golden eyes that were remarkably like the Emperor’s yet somehow nothing like them, and Lilith’s rather vivid reds like that of freshly spilled blood. Still, his brother had quickly adapted, having been taken beneath Horus’ wing, and Lilith… Dorn wasn’t sure about Lilith. He’d seen her around Malcador, and had even heard her calling him something in her native tongue, but she rarely spoke. Not to mention the whole thing with the poor Luna wolf who’d had to have his face surgically put back on. Nerves he thought. She seemed not to like them, and from what Dorn had seen, was quite aggressive. 

Still she was much calmer now, and Sanguinius expressed hope that she’d bond well with her new brothers. Personally Dorn thought the sooner she did the happier she’d be, because she was still just a child, and one that seemed to enjoy playfully pouncing on people if the times Sanguinius had been playfully lept on was any indication. It reminded him much how a young cat or wolf would play, with how she pounced on her father. She could use some proper playmates. Baselines probably wouldn’t be all that safe considering what she can do to an astartes, but he figured she deserved a little bit of fun, even if soon she would likely be trained as a warrior. At least he assumed she would be, considering her impressive height even at this young age. Dorn strongly suspected she was like her father and himself, however the hell that worked and thus he thought it rather redundant if Lilith wasn’t to be a warrior to fight in the crusade. Maybe he’ll see if she’d be interested in learning how to clean a bolter later. That sounds like a good idea. 

[luna-draven-barnes]

James is sleeping soundly when he hears coughing in his dreams. At least he isn't having a nightmare, but there is always still time for that to happen at any moment. Still, the coughing is pulling him out of this really good dream about Luna and of course it feels like an earthquake is happening too because something is shaking him. More like, someone.

When his eyes open, he has to adjust them to the dark before he realizes what is going on. In his arms, Luna is shaking and burning up with fever. The coughing was coming from her. He did notice she was a little paler than normal before bed, but he didn't think anything of it.

He moves his right hand to move her hair out of her face and she moans as she coughs again.

"Luna... " He puts his hand on her forehead and feels how hot it is. "Luna wake up, baby."

@the-winter-smolder-mafia

Luna stirs at the sound of James’ voice, her eyes fluttering open as she wakes up coughing and trembling in his arms. She blinks up at him, feeling disoriented, her fevered mind struggling to catch up with what was happening.

She shivers as she opens her mouth to speak.“James…?”

[tricoufamily]

it was a very short lived fling

[hpnextgenthings]

Imagine one year for Halloween all of Harry’s kids are getting in their costumes (including Teddy) and Lily Luna and James Sirius are just standing there not moving. So Harry walks over, and asks why they aren’t changing. And Lily tells him that she and James don’t need to change because they dressed up as their grandparents this year, so Harry could be with his parents on Halloween.