#prompt: full moon

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Marchweres Day 1

Prompt: Full Moon

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Tabby (OC)

Warnings: Werewolf shifting?

Watching him struggle through the change never got any easier. When the light of the full moon inevitably found him, he would always double over, arms wrapped around his middle while the audible sound of bones shifting could be heard where she was waiting several feet away. 

He didn’t want to accidentally hurt her during the change, advising her to always keep her distance. He would never harm her afterward, enough awareness between man and wolf to know who she was and what she meant to him. 

So, Tabby adhered to his wishes, knowing he would go off to do this alone if she didn’t. 

She never wanted him to be alone during the full moon. 

[heavyheavycream]

feedist kinktober 10 - full moon

[daily-dose-of-design]

Design a character based off of the full moon, the color blue and a sturgeon fish!

(Full moons are given different names depending on the month they occur in, a full moon in August is referred to as a Sturgeon moon! This year, it is also a blue moon)

[caleod]

19-10-24 "Ridge"

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny didn't know what to do with all these flowers. Sure, Amity had done a 180 after they stopped listening to his parents (its just a shame what had happened to them) and they now loved thier guardian and savior.

Which brought him back to the flowers. It was the day after Valentines and he had gotten gifts from what felt like everyone in the city (except Vlad who was in ghost jail via the Observants) leading him to having a massive pile of flowers, stuffed animals and candy to figure out what to do with.

Obviously most of the stuffing were going to be decorating his lair in the GZ but the flowers would rot eventually and he didn't even own a single vase anyway. He was not going to mention the chocolate.

Then Tucker gave him an idea. He can just give them away to other heros.

Cackling he set about plans to ambush the batfam who he had met once or twice when he was exploring through dimensions (and promptly chased out of the city)

He started with Red Robin the smartest and arguably the cutest of the brood. He had picked a good time too because birdy looked five steps away from falling asleep on the rooftop while running, so when Danny through a bouquet or roses at him the soft petals clocked him right in the face.

The look he gave was one of pure confusion as he stared at the plants. Then, all too soon it clicked and the vigilantes face turned a lovely shade of red as he looked around for whoever tossed them. Luckily Danny stayed off the visible spectrum that night.

The next victim was Spoiler who he clocked in the back of the head while she was distracted by talking to a civilian. The yelp she made was glorious and almost made Danny cackle and give away his position.

Red Hood Danny had to be the hardest one. Sneaking up on him was almost impossible. He could sense RH like he could a ghost but something was definitely off. He wondered if Hood could sense him too. Is that how he always seemed to know he was around. It didn't matter in the end because Danny had a lot of free time without the ghost attacks and a near endless supply of ammo. Still. Danny was getting irritated and just decided to chuck flowers at the guy until he landed a hit. He didn't know why hood was freaking out so much over flowers or why he was shooting at the flowers or even what "Pit" he was screaming about but the moment he got a hit in Danny decided to bounce.

Robin was funny. He threw a bouquet and the little bird caught it like a sword before inspecting it with a raised eyebrow.

Orphan was nice. She caught her bouquet gracefully in her arms almost as if she was expecting it and held it to her chest before looking right at him and waving.

While he was invisible.

He bolted.

Occasionally he liked to interfere with the bats rogue battles by throwing a single rose into the frey, startling the baddie of the hour and giving the bat or bats time to collect themselves. Yeah thats right. He Tuxedo Mask'd them. Something that infuriated some of the bats and got other giggling.

He at least knew better not to do this to Poison Ivy. For her he portaled in something special. The look on her face when one of those battery powered toddler jeeps came racing down the street with a full rose bush in a glass bubble and into the fight was something he'd cherish forever. Especially when she realized she couldn't control the thing thanks to the glass.

This leads to the last bird.

Nightwing was probably one of the best victims hes had. He took it like a champ and even played along, giving a little speech about being honored to receive such a gift, prompting Danny to throw individual flowers at the heros feet. Nightwing continued talking and Phantom kept giving him flowers, distracted by what the hero was saying and slowly drifting closer until-

The kick to the side of the head didn't really hurt, when you get used to being thrown through buildings not much could really hurt you anymore but it was enough to stun him and force him to drop his invisibility. Another kick and a few shocks from a pair of acrizma sticks for struggling and he was on his belly at Nightwings feet. He felt something fasten around his wrist and his core felt restricted but he didn't transform back into Fenton.

Crap. Power dampening cuffs.

He was so screwed.

Danny was later upset to discover there was a whole other bat he didn't know about or even get to target once due to him being on the daylight shift.

[astrosouldivinity]

Full Moon: Journal Prompts (Taurus) ✴︎♉︎✴︎

There will be a Supermoon on Friday, November 15th which will be in the sign of Taurus. ☘︎ ♉️ ⚘

This is a good time for cultivating stability, embracing sensory pleasures, and planting the seeds of your future and desires. 🪻✨

⋆.⋆ ⭒ 🪴 ⭒ ⋆.⋆ 🌱 ⋆.⋆ ⭒ 🪴 ⭒ ⋆.⋆ 🌱 ⋆.⋆ ⭒ 🪴 ⭒ ⋆.⋆

⛰️ 1. How can I create more stability in my life? What routines or practices can help me feel more grounded? For instance, establishing a daily self-care practice, creating a consistent routine, or dedicating time each week to connect with nature could beneficial. In other words, What small changes can I implement to cultivate a sense of security and balance?

⛰️ 2. How can I tap into my creative side to express my desires and innermost values? What creative practices bring me joy and fulfillment? For example, I might explore different forms of art to visually convey my feelings and values. Additionally, I could engage in crafts that allow me to create something truly meaningful that I’m proud of, and I could share my creativity with others to deepen my connections and inspire.

⛰️ 3. What self-care practices make me feel nurtured and secure? How can I incorporate more of these into my routine? For instance, I could set aside dedicated time to relax and unwind, journal my thoughts and feelings to gain clarity, or schedule regular check-ins with myself to assess my emotional and mental state.

⛰️ 4. What are my core values? How do they align with my current desires and goals? For example, if one of my core values is authenticity, am I pursuing relationships and opportunities that reflect my true self? Are my current goals in harmony with what I genuinely value in life?

⛰️ 5. What achievements can I celebrate that reflect my hard work and resilience? Consider both big milestones and smaller victories that have contributed to my growth. This could include completing a challenging project, overcoming personal obstacles, or even making progress in my self-care journey.

𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸- 𝓚𝓲𝓴𝓲 💚

[kiwi-jien]

Day 1 of the #fullmooncountdownkiss - Cheek kiss

Initiciated by Zero_Lawliet (on Insta and X) to schlep us through the week :-)

Going to keep these very simply and doodle-y, but still wanted to give them a thematic throughline (morning/breakfast)

[cloudinal]

Day 4 - By Your Side

[marcandreyuri]

sashew + “it’s not as bad as it looks” pls

dialogue prompt meme

set in the same universe as my other sashew werewolf au; takes place during their global series games in tampere, finland; ~1280 words

Matthew’s wolf comes stumbling into their hotel with blood dripping from his jaw and his curly belly fur stained red.

A few people scream, and run towards the exit as Matthew lumbers towards Sasha, eyes unfocused, paws dragging, body swaying. He’s never seen the wolf look like this, lips pulled back in a snarl, blood on his claws.

The guys have been shooting the shit in the hotel lobby, playing pool and grabbing drinks from the bar and trying to use Sasha and the other Finns as translators to bring girls up to their rooms. No one’s mentioned the moonlight coming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the missing member of their team.

Mostly Sasha has been stewing all night, sitting in the corner and throwing darts at the board when it’s his turn, his mind somewhere in the forest outside of town, where Matthew and Tampere’s other wolves have all shifted. He’s never been this far from him during his turning, or at least it feels that way—Chucky alone, hunting in unfamiliar territory, other wolves knowing the area far better than him, Matthew acting on pure instinct.

“Chucky?” He says cautiously as the wolf trudges forward, leaving a trail of dripping blood behind him. 

None of the other guys on the team have seen Matthew’s wolf, at least as far as Sasha knows, and some of them have already backed away, holding their pool sticks tight in their hands, their knuckles white. Somewhere in the distance he can hear hotel security shuffling people out of the lobby, someone calling emergency services from the front desk.

Sam and Evan stay close to Sasha, Evan saying lowly, as if the wolf couldn’t hear, doesn’t have sharper senses than all of them, “Careful, Barky.”

“No, it’s okay,” Sasha says and holds out his hand to Matthew as he gets closer, letting him smell his fingertips before Matthew pushes his wet nose into Sasha’s palm, making it slippery with red blood.

“Is he okay?” Sam asks from beside Sasha.

“No, I don’t think so,” Sasha answers and sinks down to his knees, so Matthew is towering overhead.

“Chucky, I’m gonna—” he says before he reaches out his blood-soaked hand and touches the red spot on Matthew’s belly.

Matthew yelps and jumps back, teeth grazing over Sasha’s hand, not biting, just reminding Sasha who’s in control here, who’s powerful and strong, reminding him who the predator is.

“Okay,” Sasha says. “Okay, Chucky. I understand.” 

He can see the hotel security slowly circling behind the wolf, closing ranks, about to make a move, so Sasha stands up and says to the, “I’ll get him out of here.”

Matthew thankfully seems to understand what Sasha wants and stays by his side as Sasha leaves the hotel and goes to his rental car in the parking garage. Chucky’s unsteady on his feet, clumsy, leaning his heavy body against Sasha as they walk. 

He opens the back door for the wolf and stands aside as Chucky hauls himself inside the car, barely fitting in the backseat, curling around himself.

“We’ll go to my house,” Sasha says before he closes the door. “Don’t worry. It’s not as bad as it looks.” He really hopes that’s true.

Sasha drives slowly, seeing the emergency vehicles going in the other direction towards the hotel and feeling like a fugitive, like he’s done something wrong. It’s technically illegal for werewolves to be outside the bounds of the parks and forests during a full moon, but Sasha thinks no one will really care so long as Matthew isn’t in the middle of town anymore. 

Most Finnish werewolves are tracked, chipped under their skin if they consent to it or fitted with a tag if they don’t, but with Chucky’s visa and foreign citizenship status he got to forego the government tracking. Sasha idly wonders if Matthew just caused some kind of international incident and decides not to worry about it right now.

They go on the side streets to avoid the brightly lit highways in case someone happens to look in the rental car—utterly ruined, Sasha’s going to be out a fortune in cleaning costs—and head to Sasha’s summer home, which mostly lays abandoned during the year except for a monthly cleaning crew.

He pulls into his garage and Matthew practically falls out of the car when he tries to get out, landing hard on the concrete below, yowling as he smacks the ground.

“Chucky,” Sasha says, but when he reaches his hands up to help Matthew to his feet, the wolf turns and snaps at him, a clear sign to back off.

He unlocks his door and Matthew follows behind him.His bleeding has slowed since the hotel, but still he leaves little traces of himself throughout the house—a bloody trail of paw prints from the backdoor, a small, red puddle on the bathroom tile when Sasha tries to coax him into the bath so he can wash off the blood.

He has no idea what to do, how to help, not when Matthew is snarling and biting at his hand whenever he tries to take care of him. Finally, after hours of negotiating to no end, he gives up and waits for sunrise, when Matthew will have the mind of a man again.

He’s never actually seen the change himself—Matthew comes to him after moonrise when they’re home and they’re usually sleeping when he changes back, but he sees it now. Matthew’s bones shift and his fur pulls back and his snout flattens, the air fills with loud cracking sounds. 

It’s grotesque, something from a movie, but strangely beautiful too, seeing it with his own eyes, this little bit of magic, something that has fascinated mankind since their days of living in caves.

“Ugh,” Chucky says, sounding breathless from his spot on the floor. “I feel like shit.”

“You look like shit,” Sasha says.

Matthew laughs and flips him the bird before he finally opens his eyes and looks down. The slashes on his stomach don’t seem so deep and terrible when he’s a man again, when Sasha can actually see his skin. Maybe he won’t even need stitches. There’s old wives tales about the shift being healing, but Sasha’s always disregarded them. He should have learned by now that he knew nothing about wolves, nothing about the people who change into them.

“Fuck,” Chucky says as he examines his own naked body, the dried blood all over. “I think I got in a fight.”

Sasha snorts and stands up to grab a washcloth, running the water until it’s warm and he can wet it. They’re still in his bathroom, the white tile red, the smell of blood hanging heavy in the air. “That sounds like you,” he says.

Matthew laughs again as Sasha crouches down next to him. He watches with wide eyes as Sasha runs the washcloth over his bare skin, getting up a few times to wring it out and re-wet it.

“Thanks,” Chucky whispers when Sasha’s cleaned him entirely, the claw marks on his stomach open still, but shallow.

“You found me,” Sasha whispers back. He’s been thinking of it all night, Chucky wandering Tampere, putting himself in danger of the humans all around, just so he could find Sasha. Maybe it would be easy to brush it off, say Matthew was looking for his team, his pack, but Sasha knows. He knows. Matthew was looking for him.

“Yeah,” Matthew says. “I think my wolf is always kind of looking for you.”

Sasha looks up at Matthew, sitting with his back against the bathtub, and can’t stop himself from pressing his lips to Chucky’s, feeling his human tongue slide along Sasha’a lips, feeling the power of the wolf underneath. 

[kumsal-thingss]

Olabilir,

İnsan bazı şeylerden bir gece vazgeçebilir...

[hersurvival]

The stars say we are opposites,

You and I

Mystical meets mundane

I am floating in an endless sea

While your roots run into the ground,

Deep beneath

I can fill in all your empty spaces

If you'll keep me contained

Show me structure

And I'll show you surrender

Tell me about your need for perfection

And I'll offer you compassion

Give me a daily dose of reality,

And at night,

I'll teach you about fantasy

The snow moon is rising

As we speak

As you place a starry stone in my palm

You say, "Let me see your teeth"

I show you soft fangs

And you know things

The way I feel things

You pour concrete

While I dream

We meet someplace in between

The moon is in Virgo tonight

It shines through you to me

Balancing out perfectly

The sun and I in Pisces

@nosebleedclub February 24th - Snow Moon

[thedarkmaidenn]

It’s that time of month again. Missing out on the Aries Full Moon is a crime committed against the soul 😉

[sokovianfortune]

elsa yelling at jack that she doesn’t care about his systems is so funny to me. like ohhhh girl you will though. you’re going to care so much.

[pwh3]

The Bronx moon is the most powerful moon. (January 8th, 2023)

[doubleaynus]

hello lovelies, in a previous post I announced the prompt list for what I'm calling the Snowjanus Spooktober. You can find more details here!

For the next seven weeks until we reach October, I'll be posting snippets from my own stories I'm working on for the month. Hopefully they can serve as inspiration or just a fun little read for you all!

This week, I'm sharing a scene from Day Six: Full Moon

I hope you enjoy! 🐺🌕

Sejanus pulled his red cloak closer around him, shivering as the wind picked up. He was on his way to his Ma’s house with some baked goods. The trip was about half a day’s journey through the woods that bordered both of their towns. It had been awhile since he had seen her, but in her last letter to him she’d told Sejanus that Pa was away on business. He knew she’d enjoy some company in his absence.  

He pulled the basket of goods closer to him as the night air continued to blow against him. The sun had begun to set behind him, the air already beginning to cool. He had meant to head out earlier in the day but had decided to deliver some baked goods to those in town, losing track of time. 

His last stop had been to an old woman, Agripinna, who lived on the edge of town. When he told her he planned on making his way to his Ma’s, the old woman had grabbed his arm, urging him to consider making the trip in the morning. She had glanced nervously out her window, facing the first layer of thick woods that bordered their small town.

She reminded him of the full moon tonight and Sejanus had smiled, as politely as he could, assuring her he wasn’t scared of any monsters the night was said to bring about. Agrippina shook her head, saying that only one monster lived near their town, one who would surely be out tonight. 

She began to tell the tale of an all white wolfman, one who traveled with the wind. He was guaranteed to be on the hunt in the woods during the full moon; It was said that during this time, his hunger was insatiable. 

Sejanus laughed, holding up his basket of goods. “Well, it’s a good thing I’ll have something for him to eat then, won’t it?”

Agrippina looked Sejanus up and down, making him feel self conscious. She spoke again, her tone heavy and foreboding.

“It’s not an appetite that can be satisfied by food alone. A sweet, handsome boy like you…he'll surely devour you! Don’t make me be any more crass than that Sejanus, you must know what I mean.”

Sejanus blushed, nodding his head in understanding. She waved him off, warning him once more about going off into the woods with night approaching so soon. Sejanus waited until she’d gone back into her home, before making his way towards the path leading into the trees.

[astrosouldivinity]

Full Moon: Journal Prompts ☽◯☾

There will be a Full Moon on Thursday, October 17th which will be in the sign of Aries. ✨ ♈︎ ✨

💫 This is a good time for taking charge, embracing your individuality, and setting your intentions, especially around personal goals and self-empowerment.

𖥔 ݁˖ 𖥔 ݁˖ 𖥔 ݁˖ 𖥔 ݁˖ 𖥔 ݁˖ 𖥔 ݁˖ 𖥔 ݁˖ 𖥔 ˖ ݁

❤️‍🔥 1. What new beginnings do I want to manifest in my life, and how can I embody the bold, fearless, and assertive energy of Aries to support these changes? For instance, identifying decisive actions and embracing spontaneity while trusting my instincts.

‪‪♥︎ ‬2. What specific goals do I want to achieve in the coming lunar cycle? Write down actionable steps to pursue them. In other words, what tangible steps can I outline to help manifest my goals? Consider creating a vision board, developing a business plan, or setting a weekly schedule.

❤️‍🔥 3. What does personal power mean to me? How can I cultivate and express that power in my daily life? For example, personal power might mean having the confidence to speak your truth, so you could practice assertive communication in your conversations. It could also involve setting healthy boundaries, allowing you to prioritize your well-being.

‪‪♥︎ 4. What creative project have I been wanting to start or what goals have I been wanting to achieve? During this time, take a moment to reflect on what brings you joy and consider the steps you can take to bring these ideas to life. Ask yourself, how can I harness my passion to make meaningful progress with my projects or goals.

❤️‍🔥 5. What new experiences or adventures am I eager to explore, and how can I take the first step toward them? Reflect on what excites you and sparks your curiosity. Consider practical actions, such as researching opportunities, signing up for a class, or reaching out to someone who has experience in that area.

‪‪♥︎ 6. In what ways do I want to express my true self more fully, and how can I embrace my uniqueness? Reflect on the aspects of your personality, interests, or talents that you wish to share with the world. Think about practical steps, such as trying new forms of self-expression through art, writing, or performance, or engaging in activities that align with your authentic self.

𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸- 𝓚𝓲𝓴𝓲 ❤️

𝚃𝚒𝚙 𝙹𝚊𝚛 🫙🙏🏿