#the child of moon and stars

[visd3stele]

The child of moon and stars

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tw: mentions of SA

Chapter 2: The aftermath of one fatefull night

I sloped down on my side of the bunk bed I shared with Anika. The stash I've come back with I let on other capable hands as I made my way to Per Haskell's office. As soon as I got away, I felt more tired than after a night out fighting on the severe streets. A sigh left my throat and I let my eyes close.

"Ah, Morozova," Per has said earlier. "You've decided to show your face, finally."

"Sorry, sir. It was urgent."

"The new weapons, I know. Odd, the order hasn't come from me." The short man eyed me with meaning.

"No, sir. But the Stadwatch received a new shipment tonight and it'd have been a shame to let it waste." I kept my voice even, my silver gaze casted on the wall behind him and not Haskel's face. It helped covering my distaste for the man who called himself the Dregs' leader. Kaz did so much more for the band than Per could ever dream of. Except, the old man had no dreams. No ambitions. He'd gladly leave the things as they are while other bands gain power and land.

"Indeed. I assume you acted on Brekker's behalf?"

The words wouldn't leave my mouth through my clenched teeth. It was all I could do not to grind them together. To confirm it, even if Per already knew the answer, even if Kaz – as his lieutant – had the authority to deal certain orders, felt like betrayal.

"Answer me, Morozova." Hearing the name from his mouth made my fingers itch to curl and gather the shadows around his chair to strangle him. After arriving to Ketterdam, I couldn't use the name I've been known by in Ravka. And I needed one for my contract. So I used the first to come to my tired mind after dreadful nights. The name my father said it's a secret no one must know and the one he and his lover dreamt to call another like me. My ancestry, my legacy, my cursed blessing. Arina Morozova.

When papochka said it, shivers ran down my spine. Even as a young, little, girl I could feel its power. The ancient timbre it brought. The legend come to life. It made me feel powerful, safe, worthy. When Per Haskell spoke it, it sounded like an insult. As if I was beneath him, not in rank, but in simply being. Not something unusual in my experience so far – both as a Grisha and a indentered servant in Ketterdam. But it still irks.

"Did you have a job for me, sir?"

Per watches me closely for a while. Trying to decide wether to end my contract now and then or if I'm too valuable to lose. It's not the first time the old man threatens to send me back in the streets. Probably the main reason I hate him so. The power he has over me still. The way he likes to rub it in my face. I'm not the only one he does it to. Kaz amazes me every day with his self restraint and Inej carries it better than both of us. She hasn't lost her soul in the Barrel and it shows.

"The Wraith is nowhere to be found," he says at last, rolling his shoulder into the backrest of his chair. "Figured Schatten can take her place tonight."

My eyes widened with concern and I forced my body to remain in the same position: chin up, back straight, limbs relaxed at my sides. But fear pushed my arms around my torso, hugging myself in search of comfort. "They're still out?"

Kaz, Jesper and Inej had a meeting with a rival band tonight, the Black Tips, to settle some trespassings. Nothing out of the ordinary and certainly nothing to panic over. Jesper is the best sharpshooter we have – actually, I'm quite confident in saying the Zemeni boy is the best in the whole country. Inej is skilled. Her knives always land true and she can disappear with ease if she needs to. The kind Suli girl doesn't need a savior, those who go against her do.

And Kaz? He's a myth already and not for nothing. He seems to read people minds with the efficacy of his plans. His cane is known as a terrible weapon in the Barrel – and possibly beyond it. Dirtyhands is not someone to play with if you're on the opposite team. But I knew the boy before he climbed to power. I saw him make mistakes and learn from them, I saw him waver in his wits before gaining enough experience. And as much as I trusted him, as much as I trusted Inej and Jesper, my blood froze in my veins.

For tonight wasn't a simple meeting. It would end in a cross fire, at the best expanse. Kaz wanted to use tonight as an opportunity to clear up the waters and reveal Big Bolliger as a traitor. But of course the paranoid little devil wouldn't tell a soul. So what if something went wrong because the other on the mission were clueless?

"Yes, Morozova, that's what I make of it, supposing they didn't deserted us."

I glare at the short man. How dare he doubt the best in the Dregs' lines? "They're not back yet. None of them? What are they doing?" I muttered to myself. Per heard it anyway.

"How am I to know? I can't wait for the mission's report, that's for sure. But enough pleasantaries. You have a job to do."

 When I came back I spoted Jesper losing money he did not have at a gambling stand. "Jesper!" I yelled in relief, startling the sharpshooter.

"Ari," the boy stood up and picked me in a tight hug. Seeing how tall he was, my feet hovered a few centimeters above the floor before he put me down. Taking a better look at my ruffled hair, bruised cheeks and the way I favored leaning on my right side to protect the left leg from too much weight pressured on it, Jesper wrinkled his nose. "You look like crap."

"And might you be an epitome of beauty right now?" Truthfully, the way he carried himself told me the meeting with the Black Tips didn't unfold smoothly.

"I always am," he grinned from ear to ear before worry took over and he studied me more carefully. "But seriously now, are you ok?"

"The regular, I guess," I lifted my shoulders indiferently. "What about you? What happened?"

Jesper's face stiffened. "Big Bolliger's a traitor."

"I know. What I don't know is if there was a fight or not." I looked at him expectantly. He drummed his knuckles over the holders of his beloved twin guns. A flash of anger passed on his features.

"You knew?" A shake of his head. A weak, bitter laugh. "Of course you knew."

"Jesper," I said as gently as I could, hesitating before gripping his arm and rubbing it with my thumb. Trust is the rarest coin in Ketterdam and no matter how many months he worked with us, how used he may get with me and Kaz, the pang remains. "He trusts you. We all do, moy drug. It's just the way he is. Reserved."

"But he told you."

"I wasn't there with you guys, was I?" I wasn't sure what Jesper would make of it. What I even meant. But I hated to see him so hurt. And I couldn't lounge in a long, possibly more harmful explanation. Dirtyhands and Schatten rose together. The two legends are woven into each other, may we like it or not. Jesper only joined the team not that long ago. That would be worse to tell him, right?

The Zemeni boy shot me a toothy smile, slowly coming back into his usual, cheerful self. "Yeah, whatever. About tonight, then, nothing too bad. We're fine."

I nodded, as if my agreement would make it more true. "Kaz and Inej?"

He shrugged. "Not sure. They stayed behind for a bit."

I frowned. Nighttime isn't a nice place to be alone. And despite all of their strength and power, it'd make me feel better if I knew Kaz and Inej were both inside the slat. At least here there are people around to have our backs.

When the door opened I jumped as I turned to search for my friends. But it was only Anika and a few others returning from the streets.

I hid my fists in my sleeves and looked quickly away. But she already spotted me and waved, smiling. Before I could do the same, she dissappeared up the stairs.

Jesper leaned back on the chair, barely stilling his laugh. "So, you and Anika then...?"

"Shut up, Jesper."

It only made him laugh harder. "But seriously Ari, when are you going to tell her you like her?"

"Shut up, Jesper." I don't even know if I actually do, I thought, but didn't voice it. Anika and I weren't close, despite us sharing a bedroom. But something made me wish we were. I'm not sure what, I'm not sure if it's love, curiosity or just an itch of mine – how can I sleep next to a person I know nothing about? What I know is that it's enough to make me both uncomfortable around and away from her. And I don't particulary like that.

"Tsk, tsk, wouldn't have thought you're scared of a crush."

"I'm not scared," I rolled my eyes, breathing normally again and feeling the blush brush off my cheeks. "I don't think it's the right time for it, that's all."

"Why not? We're young and free, now's the time for everything!"

I glared at him viciously. "We're young, but not stupid enough to afford distractions. And we're not free. You're neck deep in debts and I have yet to pay off my own."

Jesper sighed and sat back at the table. "You sound like Kaz when you speak like this. As if allowing yourself to love would stop the money flow."

"It won't," I shrugged, "but it'd be in the way of priorities."

The Zemeni boy shook his head amused. "If you say so...". Then, motioning for me to join him, eyebrows rose in a silent question. "Maybe you'll bring me some luck," he jocked.

"She's a new one," one of the men said, hungry eyes fixed on me.

"Oh, yes," the one holding me on his lap laughed. "Brings me luck, it seems."

"Maybe I can borrow her after this game. You've made enough to buy a new house already, man!"

Shadows came to life on the walls of the Crow Club, stirred by my uneasiness. Waiting for my call, eager to answer and protect me of unseen danger. I relaxed my fingers and hid my trembling hands under my armpits.

"Sorry, Jes. Some other time, yeah?" I move past him then stopped. "Get away sooner rather than later, please. I can't drag you to your bed again after you fall asleep at that table." I threw over my shoulder, jumping over the stairs to my room.

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[assassin1513]

◾️🤎🖤⚜️Moon Fall⚜️🖤🤎◾️

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 214

“I did an oopsie.” 

Clockwork paused in his work, gaze turning from his work towards his ghostling (it didn’t matter if he was an adult, he’d always be his ghostling) who was smiling nervously, avoiding his eyes. 

“Oh?” He kept his tone light, even as he worked on untangling a time knot. Honestly at least Danny was immune to any effect of time, even if he couldn’t look into his timelines in exchange. It came with being the other half of Infinity. 

“Yeeah… you know that corner of the multiverse you told me not to go to because you’re working on some time problems? I might have stumbled into one of the worlds in the corner…” 

He stopped his machinations, fully turning towards Danny- Space, his Core whispered and quivered in utter delight at having an Equal in power- with a raised eyebrow, leaning on his staff and silently telling him to explain. 

Danny poked his fingers together, giving a nervous laugh. “So uh, I was just exploring right? Well me and Ellie, you know how she gets when she can’t wander, and um… I er, we might have messed with some things in the creation of it… I didn’t know it was part of that universe, I swear! It was so far at the fringes and halfway into the Zone and I couldn’t just let a universe die before it began and-”

Oh- Oh! His ghostling (and his grand-ghostlings it sounded like) had claimed his first universe! He could put off these time knots, this was a grand milestone for any Ancient, nevermind such a primordial force as one of theirs.

And this is how a DC world came into being with humans evolving with more avian traits. Like wings. And claws. Look, Dan thought it’d be funny if they gave baby humanity wings and Ellie started rambling about how much farther they could travel if they had them and Danny thought it could be cool. Oh well, time to keep an eye on their itty baby world now…

[ririinies]

per interitus ad astra

[inlovewiththenights]

Ctto : @astrophysicsmania

[elisamoonlight23]

idk you guys, but in my head, Chip is a unicorn who was raised as a earth pony and believed he was one, and because he never believed he even could ever have magic, he never developed it, and since he never developed it his unicorn horn is so small to the point it passes unoticed and why he is so magically deaf. But when gill found out he had magic, he decide to help Chip cultivate it, and despiste Chip's somewhat powerful and natural talent with magic, his Horn is still small, its starting to grow has he gets and develop his powers but its still small enough to surprise his enemies with the fact that he has magic, but its starting to get bigger.

[maiden-mystic]

[pinkd3mon]

Dedede at the end of revenge of the king

Day 4 of drawing random kirby shitpost for every day of October

[vanalex]

[ravenwriter16]

Has little princess ever walk in on special Dad, Daddy, & Papa time?

You run down the hall as fast as you could in your dress. Your hair was a bit of a mess, and the hem of your dress was a tad dirty but the flowers in your hand were still as pretty as they were when you picked them.

You went on your own to the garden today, just like your fathers told you to. They said that you had to get used to the palace since this was your home now.

At first you were nervous. It was a very big place for someone your size and you didn't really know any of the people that worked here. But once you got a few steps out into the garden and found a tree with a swing set, your anxiety vanished.

You played for a bit and had some lunch that one of your maids packed and laid on the grass just to stare up at the clouds. That's around the time you found some pretty yellow flowers. You thought of your Dad and picked them as a present for him.

Now you just needed to get to the throne room...AHA!

The knights guarding the door looked red in the face for some reason...strange. You stand right in front of them, giving them a small wave and smile as you walk up to the doors and push them open.

Both Knights take in a sharp breath as your step in.

"Daddy!" You giggle and run full speed into the room.

Sun was already on his feet as soon as the doors opened and was also running to meet you halfway. Although his rushed footsteps seemed to move more ugently.

He scoops you up and spins you around. He stops in a position to where your back was facing the thrones...and Moon and Eclipse.

"S-Sunspot! What's got you so giddy this afternoon?" Was it just you or did Sun feel...warmer then usual? And his rays were slowly spinning around his head, his blue eyes glowing with a faint yellow glint.

"I found these!" You hold up your slightly crushed dandelions. "They looked like you!"

"Oh! Because they're yellow?"

"Ahuh!" You beam and nod your head quickly.

He smiles and kisses your forehead, "That's amazing sweetheart--,"

You squirm in his hold, "I wanna show Papa and Father--,"

Behind you, there was a panicked yelp and a strangled grunt. Sun pins you to his chest with an awkward laugh, "Uhhhhh, your papa and father are busy talking right now!"

"But...I wanna show them my flowers!" Thankfully you were still small enough to slip out of his hold (Those veggies they were giving you weren't acting fast enough, hehehe >:3c) and you turn around to look at your other two fathers.

A flash of light obscures your vision for a moment. You yelp and rub your eyes as the light dies down. You look up and blink. Huh...Moon and Eclipse were talking. Moon was standing in front of Eclipse while he sits on his throne. Eclipse looked really serious and it made you pout.

You didn't want to bother him while he was busy...

Sun pats your head and you look up at him with your big doe eyes. "I wanna show them my flowers..."

Sun's rays finally stop spinning and when he cups your cheek his metal was no longer really warm. He smiles, "How about you and I go find a special vase to put them in and then you can show your Papa and Father during dinner?"

Your pout vanishes, "Really?!"

Sun nods and holds out his hand. You take it and lead him out of the room while telling him all about your day in the garden. You miss the look he shoots over his shoulder at his husbands before the door closes behind you both.

.

.

.

Moon lets out a long breath and falls forward as his mana leaves him and his shaking legs. Eclipse releases his own held breath and catches Moon, pulling him back onto his lap.

"That was close..." Eclipse lets out a breathy chuckle while rubbing Moon's back.

"Too close..." Moon nods his head and tightly grasps Eclipse's tunic. "That little one has a talent for finding us in the most vulnerable of states."

Eclipse hums in agreement and looks down at Moon. His hands travel up Moon's spine, one stopping at his shoulder while the other continues up to his chin. Eclipse tilts his head up to meet his gaze.

Moon's blush comes back in full force, "E-Eclipse?"

A deep purr leaves the Emperor and he leans down, capturing Moon's lips in a gentle kiss. Moon yelps, startled by the sudden action but soon melts into the affection.

Eclipse nibbles on Moon's bottom lip, asking for entrance and Moon gladly gives it to him. Eclipse pulls him closer to his chest as he explores his mouth and revels in his taste.

Both metal bodies gaining heat once more. Mana dancing with one another as they meld into one.

Eclipse pulls away just slightly and looks down at his husband's blissed out expression. But when he goes in for another kiss, Moon raises a hand to his lips, stopping him.

"W-w-what about Sunny?" Moon gasps, feeling his legs shake. How could one kiss leave him in such a state?

Eclipse smiles, "Sunny is distracting little comet right now so we can be with one another..."

"I-I-I know." Moon closes his eyes in anticipation when Eclipse gently moves his head to the side, baring his neck. "But--,"

"I already have a plan to make it up to him, my lovely moonglow. But right now, I want to focus solely on you." The hot breath on his neck has Moon whimpering and squirming in place.

"But Sunny--,"

"Darling~." Eclipse presses a kiss his husband's neck, right on where he could feel the pulse of his core. "Why do you think that Sun and I urged our Star to go to the garden by herself today?"

Moon holds back a quiet moan when he feels teeth graze the metal of his neck. This was--

"Sunny and I have been noticing how...stressed you have been these past few weeks. Busy with the new Mages. Busy with those irritating nobles. Busy with tending to our little one..."

"E-eclipse." Moon wraps his arms around his husband's neck and buries his face in his rays. Another purr rumbles in Eclipse's chest.

"Today, we were supposed to focus on you and help you...let out some steam." Another kiss followed by a small nibble has Moon trembling and a heat building up in his belly.

"So please..." All four of Eclipse's arms wrap around Moon in a tight and warm embrace. Two around his waist, one holding his neck to keep it steady, and the final one spread out on the back of Moon's head. Eclipse pulls back from Moon's neck and presses his forehead against his husband's. Half lidded golden eyes drinking in the rosy glow of Moon's melted gaze.

"Let me simply hold you and show you how much I appreciate you. Please dearest, moonglow?"

"...ye--,"

Eclipse wastes no time and pulls him in for a passionate and long kiss. His mana flying across the room to lock the doors. He wanted no interruptions this time...

[reignmaefall]

"Sun and moon coded this" "sun and moon coded that" but what about earth and star coded? What about the star, who longs to be heard? to be seen? who shines bright and strong and vibrant and beautifully destructive, who was born to be needed by trillions but who was forced to live a life of solitary? Who crave to be noticed? Who crave to be loved? Who crave to love? Who shine so brightly that even in a world where their light isn't needed, lightyears away, dulled and small, they still glimmer in the dark sky?

What about the earth? Who loves and lives with their whole being? Who loves to live and lives to love? Who gives life and purpose and meaning to everyone they meet? Who lives whimsically and magically, who believes in the unbelievable? Who longs to be loved the way they love others? Who appears to be surface level at first glance, wearing their heart on their sleeve like a badge of honor? but if you venture a little deeper, if you swim a little farther, you see they are filled with depth and unexplored territory? emotions they don't dare to explore, and memories they don't dare to think of?

What about the earth and a star? Lightyears and lightyears away? Who long so much to be seen, and long so much to be loved and needed? Who watch each other from a far? Who hope, that somewhere out there, some somebody sees them, needs them, wants to be noticed by them? The earth and a star who's paths intertwine, the earth who wants to be loved the way that they love, and the star who wants to be seen? The earth who sees the star, the star who loves the earth?

What about them huh? What about them?

[just-a-queer-disaster]

Don't talk to me I'm thinking about Selwyn Kane's loneliness. About how he must've grown up thinking he was incapable of being loved. About how the Order called him the traitor, about how demons label him a blood traitor. He doesn't fit in the Order, nor does he fit outside it. Not human enough but not demon enough either. He doesn't quite fit with the rest of the Merlins, and he definitely doesn't fit in the human or demon box. He has lived his life as something "other". Lonely among the living and dead. An Outcast of all dimensions.

The shining moon, seen only because of the Sun, surrounded by stars.

A single being, alone in it's existence, cursed to witness but never experience others connections.

[assassin1513]

🌞🌛The Story of Moon and Sun🌜🌞

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 274

You know what is fun? Baby Ghost Jason. You know what could be even more fun? Ghosts are Dragons. 

Jason? Aware of none of this. 

He was on comms, y’know listening and rolling his eyes at Dickwing, who used his real name, really Dick, he mocks. It’s just a stakeout, nothing new there, honestly boring when he could be blowing something up instead. It should have just been a stakeout. 

Yet there’s something suddenly there, something behind him. Something that causes his hair to stand on end and his comms to spark into static like some sort of horror movie. Something, something with clawed hands with corpse-pale skin tipped in black, stained or dead or something else, tilting his head up and up and up as he’s frozen. 

“A child, out here? Alone?” a voice crackles, hisses, hums, and purrs, somehow all at once, unnatural in its tone. He can’t move, he needs to move, he has to move, but it’s like the space around him has gone cold and dead, like he’s stuck in the Pits once more as claws hold his head and his vision blurs. “Sleep, child. Rest- we’ll be home soon.” 

[trainwreckrenegade]

[inlovewiththenights]

Ctto : @shadowydragonsweets