#starlit of muse

[prplocks]

ᴄᴏᴍᴇʙᴀᴄᴋ: ᴍᴏᴏɴʙʏᴜʟ

starlit of muse

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[moni-byul]

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[kpop-girlsworld]

Moon Byulyi

[everyone-sacritic]

Starlit of Muse, Moonbyul

[dyingstarsinyoursky]

I got my Moonbyul's Starlit of Muse albums today.

The photobooks are so beautiful that I almost got tears in my eyes.

[rainbow-duckies]

Songs that have been stuck in my head these past few days 🫣

[marsw13]

[문별] Moon Byul 1st Full Album [Starlit of Muse] HIGHLIGHT MEDLEY (DOCENT...

[somegirlsfromk]

MOON BYUL "TOUCHIN&MOVIN" MV + ALBUM "STARLIT OF MUSE" & CO

Album complet pour Moon Byul qui sort en même temps que ceux de BIBI, LE SSERAFIM, IU et TWICE dans quelques jours. C’est ce qui s’appelle du challenge! Je suis entrain de l’écouter, et il y a déjà plusieurs très bons titres, donc le mieux, comme d’habitude, et que vous alliez tendre vos oreilles près d’un Deezer ou Spotify. Cheering guide: Countdown live: Playlist album audio: A suivre.

[dao-the-starlight]

This goes out to all of my people with nonverbal MCs, does anyone else get some kind of whiplash when replaying the prologue and seeing your MC talk a whole bunch on their own accord?

Don’t misunderstand this isn’t a critique or call out of any kind I know this happens because it’s simply just too early for the game’s code to recognize your MC is supposed to be nonverbal, but I’m always caught off guard by it whenever I go to replay and I’m curious if I’m the only person that feels like this

[starlit-eudemonia]

Get braids or long cornrows in a magical fantasy land; puts magical spell on beads for stealth missions

[lunarburdened]

new tag dump so that i know for CERTAIN what my tags are lol

[pandorias-box]

Ok so miss alternate pandoria, I got some good news and bad news regarding what the critters of this world can do, what do you want first?

The…good news?

I fear as if I ask for the bad news, it will completely change my perspective on this world and those that inhabit it.

And how do you know my name?! That is classified information!

[moni-byul]

문별 (Moon Byul) 1st Full Album [Starlit of Muse] CONCEPT FILM : MUSE

[kpop-girlsworld]

Moon Byulyi

[shiroi---kumo]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Neither pair of eyes look up when footsteps enter room. The historian is perched in bed again, health failing for the day as it had so many times in years long past. Mint green eyes are focused in on the book in pale hands as the man of orange reads over the words as quietly as his mist.

"You can join us if you want Sielu, it's no trouble." The younger of the pair says as the dawn turns only to stop as deep pink meets jade green. "Ah - ah Your Highness I didn't -"

"Am I interrupting something-?"

"N-no not at all."

A head of orange is raising, soft mint meeting jade moons as a smiles stretches out behind the man's mask.

"Minun Pilveni. What can we do for you, Highness?" (My Pilvi)

That's enough of a welcome for the prince to enter as his weight shifts from side to side making his way across the room to take a seat beside the bed the historian occupies.

"What are you reading? Sorry I haven't -"

"Nonsense. I know you've been busy, Pilvi. There's no need for apologies. I'm just glad you're here and you're okay."

The Dawn shifts to pull a second chair up next to the young prince so he can join their conversation.

"Highness, we are aware that things that been complicated for you and for Sielu. We know Revon has needed your presence far beyond anything we could understand. It's alright that you've taken some time. We waited for you for sixteen years. Waiting a little longer is no trouble."

Jade drops down to his lap as hands stitch together to twist fingers into themselves. Fingers picking awkwardly at fingernails while the boy turned man starts fidgeting with what to do and what to say.

"I - I missed you both so much. I was so scared I lost you. I - did some pretty foolish things when you disappeared and I - "

A hand is moving from the lap of the man of pink to rest upon fidgeting hands in hopes of calming the lunar prince's nerves.

" -whatever you did is done, Highness. All that matters is you're here with us now."

There is a drop of his head as he nods, listening to the elder's words as the pink star speaks only for the orange to chime soon after.

"Come here, Highness. Come set with me. Let me hold you. It's been so long and I -please let me be this selfish."

So he rises, moves to shift himself up to the edge of the bed so he can perch himself next to the man of orange only for the starlight to reach forward and envelope him in his arms. Softly is he brought to the elder's chest, just as softly as tears start to rain like falling stars weeping from a sunlit dawn.

His mask floods back, lips pressing down with love behind the motion as they gently rest into snowy hair. His family. His binds. He's missed them all so much and how Opettaja Valo is acting now ... Is how he should have known it was all a trick.

This was the truth of it. This is what the man was really like. There was no ulterior motive or grand scheme to whisk him back into hell's grasp this time. This time it was just Opettaja Valo and Opettaja Aamunkoitto and this time he was safe.

He should have known. He should have known they would never be apart. He should have known Aamunkoitto would never leave Valo's side. Not with the state of his health and not since it seemed the state of said health hadn't improved even in all these years.

"Rakastan Sinua, Minun Pilveni. Paljon. Niin Paljon." (I love you my Pilvi. A lot. So much.)

And the scent of books and fresh ink is filling his senses to the brim. The smell of fresh tea and the soft dew of the morning. This was Opettaja Valo. No dust or mildew.

This was Tähtien for truth this time.

And he finds himself sinking into his hold. He finds himself sinking into his arms and melting against his chest so he can listen to the heartbeat that has always been a tad bit weaker than most but still proud all the same. He's sinking and he doesn't mind going under this time.

It's been so long...

The bed sinks down. There is weight just behind him and strong arms are reaching forward to wrap both himself and Valo within the embrace of the rising sun. He feels so small like this. He feels so small as he is neatly tucked into the space between both of them, and he doesn't have it in him to move because as Aamunkoitto's head leans down, he can feel the tears dropping onto his shoulder.

He's always been a crier. Despite the frowns and deep voices. Despite the strict rules and unwillingness to accept any of his tomfoolery, Opettaja Aamunkoitto has always been so quick to cry.

"I missed you so much, Highness. I was scared. So scared we lost you. I didn't know what to do. How to keep going. It was miserable. We thought you were -"

"But I'm not." The youngest sounds as he allows his body to fall into a low purr. "I'm not and I'm okay and I'm right here in your arms. I'm alive and you're not dreaming Opettaja. I promise you, I'm not a dream. I'm really here with you."

The tears rain harder. Both their souls storm. A torrential downpour that had been held a bay for so many years too long.

Both men can only hold on to him so tightly. Both men can only thank the heavens that he's okay. That he's alive and he doesn't know how to tell them the truth so for now he'll just allow himself to curl into their presence and he'll allow himself to be tucked away from the world where he can be safe within their arms.

He's no longer a child, long since grown into a man but for the next few moments he'll remain their boy just as they remember him. He doesn't have the heart to tell them they have to let go.

[astrxthesiai]

"You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star."

Friederich Nietzsche