*  //   𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐆 .

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .    //    SEL ACCEPTING .

‘  i can offer you my heart, though i have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain. ’    //    @fenrirch​

𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 ?    mayhaps, because she was never meant for either ;  a woman too holy to stay    /    too holy for life.  promised to the dictated cause, engaged with demise.  she'd liked to make an exception.  just this once, if she may.  once in private where the night of the living enshrouded mene, clung and held her ever-tightly, and she, in her pure besottedness, let it all happen.  all over again which could lead to a second confession and a third, until the guilt out-wore itself like an ill-fitting dress stripped from her hips, finished and scrapped from the obligation list.  she let this happen :    your arms needy and desperate around her waist.  all the whispers which only dim lights would bear witness to, and all the touches exuding scandal, shielded by the generous curtains of the hotel room from a stalking, hierarchical gaze.  she begged not for forgiveness, she did not apologize for the single action that might have kept her alive in place, when, otherwise, she would have so effortlessly slipped away from our fingers.

“ plenty of them, i hope. ”    a laugh pushed through a forced sicle-shape, the embarrassed flush of her cheeks no less romantic in nature.  it’s grit teeth rather than amusement.  the jaw clenched briefly, the sinew of her tender neck tense against your comforting breath.  how could one think of it as anything other than torment, knowing she would take that warrior’s heart with her into the grave, instead of soothing its harrow grief ?  yes, confessions were this terrible.  and still, she had counted your battle scars, the magic trails, each flaw and scratch.  lithe fingertips followed worn tissue to the crux of a violent pulse.  her hand atop, resting, because ophelia wanted something else than to float in the pond.  it was too cold in there.  she'd rather crawl ashore and be warmed up by another foolish jest of yours.  her sweet, heedless soldier with an eroding hero-complex.    “ you are such a silly man  —  why must you be this dramatic ? ”    though not overdone, for she simply did not wish to admit it.  but a holy woman was not meant for confessions, or for clumsy dancing after too many a glass of wine, or for a tender peck after too sweet a girlish giggle.  so you said what you said and tried your hardest to not kill her with it.  because love, as always, equated to religion, and religion called for death.  of course, you’d never let her go this far, but she would and you would indeed go this far, and you both knew this.

𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺 ( formerly moonichor and deacruor ) : a private / extremely selective writing blog portraying 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐗 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐗𝐕.  this blog will be active at my own leisure and therefore is set on permanent semi-hiatus. first established sep. 2017. loved by steph, early 30s.  psd adjusted.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 // 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒

𝐈 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 :  heavily inspired by greek, norse and in-game mythology, luna is an incarnation of selene, personification of the moon and sister of eos, whereas i connect luna’s abilities with the norse freyja, goddess of love, war, seidr and gold.  in my portrayal, luna primarily lacks romantic feelings for noctis  and leans more toward familial love instead.  there can and might be exceptions, depending on the plot.  your muse can feel free to make assumptions based on luna's and noctis' arranged engagement, but on an out of character / meta level, this is a relevant detail.

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖 :

be warned that english is not my mother tongue and my prose is rather  meta-heavy.  if you reckon you would be bothered by that, i advise against following.

i welcome pre-established relationships, plotted or improvised threads and duplicates.

i have written luna on and off since 2017, with which i imply that some ideas are adjusted to the most recent updates and others are simply not.  

my archive of ships, past and present, is pretty much extensive, given the years that have gone by, and i do keep a ( one-sided ) ship-exclusive policy in place.  this is why i am very, very tentative towards new romances and do not follow a blog for the purpose thereof.  if i ever propose a close bond while plotting, it is mostly meant with platonic or familial conceptualization in mind.

if you participate in callout culture, please tag it properly.  do not  involve me or send me callouts unless someone committed a crime and  violated a law.  additionally, i have no patience for trivial drama, and  i avoid people at my own discretion, when i see fit.

blogs / fandoms i have little to no interest in and will likely not interact, unless you’re a close friend or writing partner of mine :   genshin / honkai impact ;  anything marvel  --- list is subject to expansion.

a reason for me to soft or hard block is seeing AI generated content on my dashboard ; these include generated music, writing, images. but also the mere mention / advertisement of / linking to generating products or apps will result in a soft block. i do not need those here.

mature content is bound to be presented here.  i will not censor potential themes such as violence, cosmic / body / psychological horror, corruption, religious imagery, trauma and mental illness, war as well as death.  while i am not particularly fond of erotic interaction, i avoid blogs with minor admins regardless.  please, do not expect mutual following if you are below  21.

  *  //  𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐑​ .

Melancholia has cruel tendencies of engendering grief at its worst. While Dáinsleif insists that too much time has past for him to remember his youngest years, he is no stranger of that sentiment. Of times when he did not know any better and this world wasn’t as grotesque. Of times where fantasies of the acceptance of a romance long gone that do not pertain to him— alas, they still seeped through his senses as if they were his own. If only he reminisced any at all. ❝I would not.❞ The pain that emanates from the lunar sacredness before him failed to go unperceived by him. Though his soul would say otherwise, there is naught but sorrow all that comes from reliving the past— the memories. For better or for worse, Dáinsleif is an expert of reliving until shattering himself whole. ❝It is human to desire for something that was better in one’s life.❞ Ah, but the duality that is so palpable in her words pains him to the very core. Pray tell, child of the moon. Were you given a chance to choose, what would it be? Your past of that whom you are meant to be? ❝…Tell me. Would you find any solace if you could pursue any of that which you seek from your past?❞

𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.    it waited patiently to cleave apart those dimensions and detach her from impossibilities.  yet, the waking dreams were unrestrained, and the wish as endless as the slumber of the cold aria moon.  lofty, and mystical, and strange.  she presumed it came with age, old and weathered as she was, a forsaken temple of paled limestone.  while, yes, we can call it all ‘human desire’, which at first it was — regardless, she must have been transcending such, if personal longings and conceptualizations of a wistful god fashioned her to a woman-clutter of contradictions.    “ solace ?  that’s very uncertain.  perchance, it could temporarily numb the sorrow with ‘what if’s’, but are such things not prone to repetition ?  do they not worsen it all ?  you know this better than any other. “    how long did it haunt her to intermingle and blend with other losses ?  where did they end and she begin ?  for how long would she wander both asleep and awake like an avatar, intoxicated by too much lunacy to bear ?    “ whether that which was lost could return to us, or we return to it, eventually we would lose it again.  i might not be strong enough to endure it many more times after piecing myself together.  i am... not like you, dáinsleif. ”

👍 gib hc pls uwu

☆.*･｡ﾟ  𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃-𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍

Send 👍 for a random headcanon I have about our muses.@moonichor universe : versus xiii

1 )  when they were little, stella would often follow luna around and mimic everything she did. from picking flowers to memorizing religious, heck she even started wearing white when she was a child because her pretty lunar sister did. naturally, if luna was to given attention to any other kid close to stella’s age, the star princess would surely sulk. needless to say, as children they were still pretty close to one another. i’m sure there were times where they shared the same bed and ate sweets together when no one was watching. not to mention the many joyous little pranks they might do teaming up against their older brother. as little children, they would definitely play dress up together and talk about their fairy-tales happy endings (clearly not yet understanding how unfair life will one day be ). but nevertheless, before stella’s accidents they were very close and super happy as siblings.

2 ) unfortunately all good things must end, and as you know the two sisters would eventually be separated. luna and ravus likely did not know that stella woke up from her coma until months afterwards. and even then, it wasn’t until they saw her again that they were cautioned not to bring up the subject of their parents out of fear she would break down and repress even more memories. it was likely a very difficult first reunion and it was obvious this stella was not the same little stella that used to follow her sister around. nevertheless, stella would try her best to get close to her siblings and learn all that she could about them. even if stella is having a hard time adjusting herself, she would try to get luna to cheer up and smile because her sister is much more beautiful when her lips matches the crescent of the moon. she might not be able to give luna the same flower as she did when she was younger, but the first thing stella painted for luna was that of her favorite flower. she still remembers.

3 ) once stella tried to get luna to be more tech-savy, insisted that emails are much more faster and even tried to get luna to use the most modern phone. luna, however, preferred the tenebrae nokia traditional phone that lacked the modern functions. needless to say, stella’s attempt to make luna more “up-to-date” failed completely and out of pettiness stella would instead write correspondence to luna rather than just call her. hilariously enough, luna is completely fine with it and probably prefers the handwritten sentiments rather then the digital messages. letters from stella consist mainly of her complaining about her day to day, the most ridiculous over-exaggeration, and frankly i’m sure even luna would face palm at her sister’s terrible lack of financial control.

4 ) stella and luna totally shit-talks about people lol.

5 ) once stella tried to teach luna how to paint the dog form of pryna, and when they showed it to gentiana, gentiana complimented luna’s cloud.

6 ) the two of them are quite protective of each other, and anyone who courts their sister must first pass a few of their criteria. stella, unfortunately does not play fair, and gives anyone who looks at her sister the hardest time ever. she may not be as bad as ravus, but she is certainly his sister lol.

7 ) these two sister love each other unconditionally and would in fact sacrifice each other’s happiness so that the other can be happy. 

8 ) lol at that realization that these two are pawns to two asshole king of gods ---- who probably have beef since the cosmos cant handle two asshole king of gods who wants to control everything. so we’re just pretending that everyone is totally okay and that it won’t end so terribly right. nothing bad is going to happen right ? bahamut and bhunivelze can totally co-exist and not drag their favorite pawns into depressing stuff... right..

9 ) number 5 is my favorite.

The Burmese Harp (1956) dir. Kon Ichikawa.

* 𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑨 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑩𝑹𝑼𝑺 𝑰 :    𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎 .

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 :   the lush lands of the now-known tenebrae had been one of ruin and darkness long ago.  in the pre-historic age was humanity bestowed with fire, and the waters followed.  as ifrit would gift his sparks, leviathan would gift riverflow.  civilizations would be built with each those tools, but they never ceased their fascination for astronomy and selenology.  where the sun would obtain patron status would man establish solheim, the home of the sun ;  where they would revere the moon, they would establish maniheim, the home of the moon ;  where they would ask the stars for guidance, was the seat of the stjarna people.  maniheim’s and stjarna’s societies were interlocked and influenced each other with their belief in the afterlife, crossroads and prophecies, and had closer relations with each other than with solheim.  and though all three had different celestial objects in focus, they would all greet the dawn warmly.  the global population would worship eos the most as the mother of life.

while solheim was not the only civilization to rise to power, it was the last one to connect people before the astral war split nations apart with babylonic impact.  long has the war lasted and none of their social structures survived.  an era of turmoil gave rise to the darkness that people would soon interpret as the curse of the stars.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐎-𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑 :    during the time of war emerged factions, and the messengers of defeated deity fell from heaven right into the ruins of civilization. some of them, lingering upon maniheim-soil which would simply become known as the "dark land", fell in love with humans and procreated, their offspring dubbed the children of sin.  the line of the fleurets began with skadi, a daughter of sin, born of eos' messenger and a wintery man who originated from the western parts of the continent. she would wander over barren hills, hear the voices of angels, and grew up distanced from her peers.  years pass and she hardly shown any signs of aging, her father long lost to plague and her mother executed. ere she, too, would beget a child with a mortal does bahamut's messenger find her and announce the punishment for her and her descendants : ever shall this blood of molten dawn and rotten light that understands the word of gods bear this burden till the last one falls. ever shall the sons of eos and the daughters of her messenger be the token of guilt.  the draconian shall claim the crossing between clay and ichor.

while skadi had not been bahamut's chosen blood, her daughters and granddaughters would evolve traits closest to the soon-to-appear first oracle aera and her sister gullveig. and gullveig, she'd one day beget another line of descendants with another messenger : selene's.

url change from moonichor to selenorites