#silkmoon

[excessive-moisture]

pack it up skittle squad

[forrksie]

Continuation of my Silkmoon / Moonnet comics🥲

[shyrnons-ghost]

Hmm

Lesbians

[churrorat-art]

For the ship opinions I give: Lunar Constellation (Hornet x Looks To The Moon [Also known as Silkmoon or Moonet])

I know it's Rain World and Hollow Knight and not just Rain World, but it's the only Rain World ship I got tbh

I've never played hollow knight so I cant say I ship this but....YES.

They are in love. 10/10 ship. Nothing more to say about it.

[forrksie]

It's beautiful!!!! My girls!!! Thank youuuuuu!!! It means so much!!!!!! ❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️🌸🌸🌸

for @forrksie

[sarsaparillaart]

“The 12-made-10 and the broken dance. The Accelerando. The Change of Ladies. The Metronome and the Song. The Dance-Architect and Rhythm-Draw. The Body. The Chassé. The Rèvèrence. The Unheard Objection.”

Swordtember 7 - Moon

Longer lore piece below. Rendering nacre is harder than I thought btw.

10 Invocations for 10 Moons

O Milkmoon! Life and growth and rot and unloving lust. All things that spread because they must, and all things that take because they can. You the ancient forest and the stinking city, the corn in the field and the smut upon it. You, language and terrible ideas that spread through furtive whispers, poisoning the dwelling minds. You, the disgusting undying evergrowing! The beautiful cancer inside all things! O Halcyon! Grow!

O Coalmoon! The everflowing torrent of change. The violent storm of light and fire and lightning and smoke! You, the forge that melts the world and mixes and ruins and fixes and starts again! You, the white-hot flame that makes glass from deserts and brick from clay and ash from men! You, the violent storm that changes them again to something new! O Labile! Change!

O Saltmoon! The long-held breath; existence without resolution! You yourself the fear of death. You, salted fish and mummified kings! You, the unmarred monument-stone and the author's name on a page! History now and never-past. The unbroken line and unmoving sky! You, still water and rock-hard bread. You who cannot stop, for you cannot move! O Sterile! Continue!

O Winemoon! The impossible dance, shattered legs, and blooded throat! The thirst for drink that already pumps through veins! You, the song that never ends! The silent  verses that flow in a torrents from the lungs of all. The melody in birdsong and the rhythm in the beating of hearts! You the first, last, and million dances unending! The scurrying of rats and the procession of pilgrims! The flowing of water and the whirling of atoms! O Blithe! Revel!

O Nacremoon! The beauty in numbers; the constant ticking up and down and ceaselessness of a spiraling fractal. You the tides of gain and loss. You the lies of luck! You, outlier in an infinite range! The meaningless profundity between digits! You who live in the clink of coins and the arc of arrows. You which breathes probability and bleeds geometric form!  You, the one perfect thing! O Mnemonic! Reckon!

O Silkmoon! The billion lines in a billion webs. You, the strands connecting me to you and you to them and them to me! The lines that connect our eyes to these words and these words to their meanings in a million doomed languages! You, the threads of love and hatred and fealty. The connections between the disconnected! The net of staggering complexity that ties everything that does and does not exist! You, worm-spider in the shape of a moon, spinning and knitting and cutting and shaping! O Sibling! Tether!

O Bilemoon! Flesh and beautiful body. The face perfect, all sharp curves and smooth edges! The glow of sickened health. You, the muscular fat rippling across wide tracts of flesh! You, fast-strength! You skin radiant! You eyes clear! The cutless and malleable form radiating death and sex! You the beautiful parts of existing! You incarnation incarnate! The singular point of body! O Chassis! Live!

O Sugarmoon. You the sky and sea! The wanderer and a researcher. The seer and a thinker! You, the answerless question; the sweet smell on the wind and far-off shore from whence it came! You, the prow of every ship. The boots of every wanderer. The wind in sails! You, promise of discovery! Onward. Onward. Onward! The acidic desire for discovery. The thousand miles within a step and the step  of one thousand miles. You, the hidden name! The reason to search. The lie that gives discovery stronger meaning. You, the push- pull freeing us from stagnation! The sky and sea and the vast stretches of land. The roads and paths and meadows and monuments and wonders on the page and in the minds of explorers. O Peregrine! Seek!

O Venommoon! The vengeance for a broken thing. The well-undeserved punishment. You, the thing that knows sins and castigation! Rejected fate. The death of the young and the continuation of the old. You, the steel-flash of retribution. You, implacable justice. The death of the killer. You, impatience. You, rash action! Destiny taken into unworthy hands. The failed severing of cause and effect, and the successful bending of rules. You, the rebel-judge! O Bellicose! Try!

O Oilmoon! The wretched and unfair hive of golden finery and silver-wealth. You, power manifest! You, monarch in wing-flesh! The servitude of slaves; golden light on the crown; silver light on the usurper's sword. You, the right to rule and the power to enforce! You, every-kenning. The scurrying ants underfoot and the marching steps of soldiers above. You who force the bent knee. Command. You the law and the tax and the splendor and wealth of vast nations. You, the honeycombed tracts of land, the spread and focused will. You, the draw of fealty, the protection of leaders,the fear of tyrants. O Primate! Domineer!

[moonferry]

moots help please i will love u forever /p

please vote for me (new username)

[prophecyoflunarflame]

I JUST CAME UP WITH A FUNNIER SHIP NAME FOR MOON AND HORNET I DONT KNOW HOW WE DIDN'T DO THIS EARLIER: Moonet/Moonnet LIKE ITS SO SIMPLE

LOL THAT IS INDEED FUNNIER

Not as official sounding as Lunar Constellation- and that's been the name I've been spreading around- rip- but it's still silly hehehe

Also, makes me think of a tiny LttM for some reason

No reason why we shouldn't be able to have multiple ship name shehehehrththnfnfnsnf *explodes, falls into water, doesn't come up in time, and explodes again*

I've also seen some people (aka like one person in a comment section) call it SilkMoon, I believe

Talking about that, I managed to get Northflowo to draw the propaganda on stream >:D

[courtjesterrr]

Im so sorry again ToT

Purple is moonet

Red is grolas

And green is Radiunnce

Ok heres three ships, two crossover ships, and one not

Lunar Constellation (aka Silkmoon or Moonet) - Hornet x Looks to the Moon

And

Grolas - Grimm x Stolas

And for the non-crossover ship: Unn x Radiance (no shipname sadly ]: )

Radiunnce

[grayghostofthenorth]

Photo by Dana Fotos - ” So a few weeks ago I had the chance to trial a shoot with and very talented ballerina so of course I used my own dog as our model What I got was more then expected I can now release my pick of the shoot that has been featured in SilkMoon Magazine. Thank you again to Imogen and Adrik for this moment”

[shelleraecreative]

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[forrksie]

SILKY SOCKS "punishment" comics😊

Involves Silkmoon!💙❤️🌸

[fourteenthofaugust]

@silkmoon replied to your post “Grandma: Do you think Trump will make things better? Me: I don’t know....”

👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

*bows* Thank you for the applause <3 

[nothingseemsquiteright]

🌊🌿✈️

ocean or pool

it’s hard because i like both but i’d say the ocean. i have many good memories linked to the ocean :)

favorite season

spring.

place you want to travel

wow, everywhere ? i really don’t know. maybe london. i really want to go back there.

thank you :D

[sanikre]

Hey! Just wanted to say that I love your new icon! 💕 it's really pretty.

Aww thank you!! It was taken last year, my friend did it… (it’s me tho) sdalkjfaskljfa thank you very much, i really love this pic (and i miss that day) thanksss  💕 💕 💕 💕

[sarsaparillaart]

"There is no Hunger I fear more than the thirst for connection, no person I’d deem more dangerous than a lonely man.”

Swordtember 13 - Ice

long lore blurb below, probably to the point where the length is affecting the quality, but I'm not proofreading anyway so whatever.

In the time before the foundation of the Pentapolis, when all cities on Diyar were ruled by their separate kings and monarchs, there lived two siblings*, a boy and a girl.

The girl was henosis-fated and the boy was not, but both were stricken with deep and intense starvations. The boy rebelled against the slightest thing, painting with a brush too dark for a child his age. He Changed all that he saw, sometimes building and sometimes destroying, but never being satisfied with his work. The girl was afflicted with similar starvations. She thrived in court and study, building a deep knowledge and attachment to every person she knew. But with every friend she made, the lonelier she felt. With every secret she learned, the more she found herself in the dark. These were the signs of true and potent Hunger, and the siblings’ guardianship knew they must feed them.

The girl was sent to a shrine on a lonely island to the North to live with a widow much older and deafer than she. She was barred from speaking with others her age, and while the shrine was filled with books, they were written in languages she could never learn and coded so thickly it would take a lifetime to understand. 

By the time the girl left that place, now a woman of twenty-four her thirst for silk and need for pearl were so profound that she could taste the connections between all things and smell the outcome of rolled dice. 

No one knows where the boy was sent nor how long he spent there** but by the time he returned to society his skin radiated a disgusting heat and shined like burnished brass. The ground he walked upon turned to glass beneath his left foot and wood beneath his right. His face was a burnt and shifting mess of flesh that looked at once like your father, your brother, and you.

The two didn’t meet again for a long time, so caught up were they in their new lots in life. The girl returned to her childhood home and ruled as a benevolent and wise matriarch for many years. The boy only returned home once, in the middle of the dry season thirty-five years from his birth. He did not come for reunion, nor did he seek favors. He returned sword-in-hand to deepen the hunger he already felt. He returned to Change.

The ensuing conflict was vague and incomprehensible. The boy became she and the girl became he then both changed back but were someone new. Their hands were tied to blades that should not exist and exchanged 1000 blows in three strikes. 

By the end of things the Silkmoon eclipsed the Nacremoon in the noontime sky, casting the well-trod waste in sickly pearlescent light. The girl was covered in wounds shallowed by probability and riddled with holes in organs that were rewired so that they weren’t needed to keep her alive.

Her foe was covered in scars of cauterized gold and dried blood. His rage smoked off of him in thick clouds that cracked with thunder at their ends. The air around him pounded with the drums of revolution, but his heart beat a different tune. An unpredictable improvised thing that could hardly be called a rhythm.

It was clear to both of them that a fight continued would lead only to mutual oblivion: a Change that suited only one of the opponents. The desperate girl reached inside herself to her unquenched loneliness and impossible naivety and found a solution that could not but must happen. With arms-unreal the girl grabbed the tether that tied the boy to the Sun. It was thick and rough like sailor’s rope, far thicker than her own ties to the moons behind her. With immense effort in an infinite moment she stretched the thing out, thinning the line as far as she could, until the thing was little more than a hair. Then she cut it. 

It is not possible to destroy Connection, but possibility was behind her. So hungry was the girl that she could burn all the coral in the world, altering the chances of a clean cut to the point that impossible became improbable then improbable became inevitable. The resulting cut was a messy thing, as breaks in reality tend to be. The boy at once stopped, keeping a position longer than he had since before his creation. His tether was gone and with it went all possibility of change. He was and is sterility-not-Saline. His unbearable heat changed to an impossible stone-cold. The world froze within him and around him and snow fell for the first and only time on the isle of Diyar.

*In some versions of the tale the two are betrothed, father and daughter, or cousins

**There are some claims that he was placed under the care of a continental noble actively participating in a civil war. This is unverified and likely apocryphal.