#lunaerising

[daybreakrising]

@lunaerising sent: you know, you’re getting weirder. (( shikamaru 2 kiba ))

He's upside down, legs thrown over Akamaru's back where the nindog lays in the grass beside them. He's spent the last ten minutes entirely focused on balancing a stick on the end of his nose, his brows furrowed in deep concentration. The comment from the other shifts that focus, with an immediate and inevitable consequence.

The stick topples and smacks him in the face.

Luckily, Kiba's been hit in the face with worse. As the stick bounces away into the grass, he merely scrunches up his nose and slides his gaze sidelong to where Shikamaru lies - the right way up - next to him.

"Mm, am I weird, though, or are you just boring?" He shoots back, lips curving into a teasing grin. "All you wanna do is lie here looking at clouds. I gotta make my own fun."

#lunaerising #muse; kiba (naruto) #source; n.aruto #v; konoha's wild dog (chunin) #( kiba: my adhd ass cannot cope shikamaru PLS- ) #;pretending i'm not here (queue)

[countercharmd]

What is one to do when given the task of a noble death? Elminster's presence had been -- jarring, to say the least. The missive he carried had been even more so. The thought of losing the wizard -- his wizard -- to a supposedly honorable death had yet to leave Serendipity's mind. If the same was asked of him, would he follow through with it?

The sky above is an illusion; a pretty one, mind, but nonexistent. Still, it feels real as he sits under ribbons of lights and sparkling stars. He resists the urge to fill the silence with nonsense -- as he is wont to do -- and is glad that he does.

" You must know that you’re… " Serendipity watches @lunaerising , as Gale, as he winces before continuing. " That you’re very special to me. " There's no need to pry into his mind; when their gazes meet, the tiefling can see nothing but truth in the statement. No illusion, no bullshit. His chest tightens with the confession, his cheeks grow warm.

" You're very special to me, too, " Serendipity says, smile shy but genuine. He pauses for a short moment, before his fingers brush over Gale's. " Which is why I -- can't just sit and watch you throw yourself in front of danger like this. You're worth more than your sacrifice, you know. "

#lunaerising #letters; answered. #v; main. #//gale's wince when he says this in game just. kills me tbh

[winternever]

sleight of hand (( from xenk :eyes: ))

if she's going to do this, she has to work fast. her dad's grumbled about xenk's unwavering morals, so she knows she has to pick this lock and get the box's contents into her pockets before @lunaerising notices --

she manages with ease ( natural 20 + 12 = 32 ) , tucking her prize into her secret inner jacket pocket and turning to face him with a smile just as xenk turns around. "sorry -- what were you saying? i stopped listening."

#lunaerising #lunaerising : xenk. #in character. #she's a menace

[seizedeath]

@lunaerising asked: there's a moment of peace, caleb reading a book as he watches jester paint out of the corner of his eye. " sometimes, i wonder why you- " and perhaps it was the serenity of the moment that made his thoughts turn to word, and he wishes he could pull them back immediately. a quick shake of his head. " ... nevermind. that was, ah, unimportant. "

well, if that wasn't a bruise begging to be poked! jester's actions pause entirely, her momentum skidding to a halt to make all of her ideas flee in favor of overthinking what caleb just didn't say. blinking at the canvas, jester wonders, for a moment, if he did that on purpose. her curiosity knows little bounds, something that the mighty nein was very familiar with. he should know better, her mother's voice starts to say before she blinks again, seeing the painting she likely won't finish today.

"well," she starts, setting the paintbrush in the water with a small clatter, "now i have to know."

standing, she walks calmly over to him, hands laced together in front of her, the picture of curious innocence. until she snatches the book out of his hands, clapping it shut with one hand before tossing it onto a nearby table out of caleb's reach. then, as close as she can get without sitting in his lap, jester plops down next to him in a flurry of skirts, keeping her hands still and her face calm as she flattens them down her lap. when she looks at him, finally, she looks deceptively at ease. "go on."

#screaming with fire in the bg #* ANSWERED: J. LAVORRE. #lunaerising

[unfogged-arc]

@lunaerising ♥️'d for moira! moira + gabriel.

"Tell me, how is the pain lately?" It's the monthly check-up Moira has insisted upon, to continue getting data about Gabriel and his inflictions. She also makes sure he continues to be fit for duty, so to speak, though she does this with much of Talon's afflicted associates. "Better or worse than last month?"

#lunaerising #moira + lunaerising ( gabriel ). #moira o'deorain. #hi i hope this works! if not lemme know!!

[artaemisia]

@lunaerising as moira says, "look at this. this is beautiful!"

angela is close to tears with excitement and relief. seeing her life's work coming to life right in front of her is beyond her wildest dreams. for years she has poured over this research, finetuning and rewriting and scrapping the framework. now, here she is, watching it come to fruition right before her eyes.

she laughs—loud and exuberant—before a hand claps over her mouth briefly. turning to moira, the tears she was worried about line her eyes, but they don't yet fall. she doesn't even think as she leans up to press her lips to moira's, struck by the impulsivity of her sleep-deprived adrenaline high.

#they kiss uwu #fandom … overwatch. #dr. angela 'mercy' ziegler … posts. #lunaerising ... moira o'dearain. #lunaerising

[fightingdreamcrs]

@lunaerising​ asked: " what kind is this? " a little kid shikamaru is holding up a flower, taken from their family's forest, up towards shikaku. " found it alone. " ( nature talks...neat :) father son moments ) // OLD ASK.

"Alone? Hmm well looking at the petal shape and leaves...”

Shikaku trails off as he studies the flower, mind reaching through the pages of the family book that he has been inking since becoming the clan leader, searching for the right page. “Glaucidium palmatum, a wood poppy...” he answers, bringing a hand up so that he can unfurl one of the petals, admiring the coloration of them in its pale pastels. “A mark of the springtime and moist soils. A sign of a healthy woodland.”

He is glad, there have been concerns about the health of the land as of late, changeable weather and changes in animal behaviour signs that he has needed to keep a closer eye and increase the frequency of visits. “You should keep hold of the flower. Your mother can help you press it for your own information book.” He would offer himself but he is better at inking, drawing detailed replications of the fauna and flora he sees in the land he is charged to care for. “Perhaps begin your own book of nature.”

#lunaerising #MUSES. [ nara shikaku. ] #VERSES. [ THOUGHTS ARE THE SHADOWS OF OUR FEELINGS; ALWAYS DARKER; EMPTIER; SIMPLER / main i. ] #QUEUE. [ it's about being better than you were yesterday. ]

[daybreakrising]

@lunaerising sent: so… we’ll talk later. (( hana to kiba :] ))

Nothing has incited fear in Kiba's heart faster.

Well, that's not true. His mother terrifies him on the daily. But it's different when it comes from a sibling - an older sibling - and delivered in a tone he can't fully discern. Instantly, he's scouring his recent memories for something he's done (or not done) or said (or not said) that might warrant trouble.

Coming up empty, he has no choice but to face his sister, plastering on his most winning smile. "We will?" He laughs, only slightly nervously. "Uh, sure, okay. What... what about, again?" He looks to Akamaru at his side, but his canine pal seems as bewildered as he is. If a dog could shrug...

#lunaerising #muse; kiba (naruto) #source; n.aruto #v; konoha's wild dog (chunin) #( THE INSTANT PANIC ) #( i love this dumbass dog boy ) #;pretending i'm not here (queue)

[rewrittn]

@lunaerising​ liked this post for a starter ( from sasuke ).

❝ Don’t treat me like I’m stupid like them. ❞ Onyx eyes stare up at the male, scowl settling itself onto his features. He’s speaking of his teammates when he says them, it would be quite obvious to the other no doubt. Well, Sakura wasn’t necessarily stupid either ( though she was more academically smart than she was battle smart ). Naruto ... He was as stupid as they come. ❝ I’m not stupid. I can tell you’re not telling us something. ❞

#lunaerising #// huh. i really hand you a smol genin sasuke. #// he's ... he's sasuke alright #// idk i've wanted a reason to write sasuke during his time with team 7 early genin years so i jumped at this #// i hope this works! #// if not let me know && i can change it up #╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ uchiha sasuke ┊ic .

[seizedeath]

@lunaerising asked: the moment was peaceful...quiet...serene, almost. a relaxing afternoon until - BITE. tiny, sharp teeth suddenly chomp down onto the tip of jester's tail. and there's frumpkin, staring up at her oh so innocently.

the thing with tails, jester will say to anyone who listens, is that they are very sensitive. the fact that she has made it through most of her life without truly injuring her getting her tail even more flattened has been a conscious effort. keeping it from dragging, up and away from from any harm while also not lifting up her skirts in an embarrassing way. 

all of that works fine, until she’s painting. then all of her little tricks to keep her tail safe ( and usually out of reach of mischievous kitties after she saw him go after molly’s tail more than once ) fall to the side. 

crouched on the floor painting a field of flowers in yasha’s room, jester is fully focused, only keeping an ear out for people footsteps, instead of kitty footsteps. 

shrieking, jester nearly ruins her painting, dropping the paintbrush when her hands fly up in defense, furiously looking around when her mind pinpoints where the pain is coming from. her eyes narrow at frumpkin as she snatches her tail back, glaring. “you’re lucky you’re cute,” she growls, “or i’d bite you back!” 

but her anger falls before that cute face, sighing loudly before she wrangles the cat into her arms, pressing loud, obnoxious kisses to the side of his face. “you’re stupid cute,” she grumbles into his fur. if his tail gets a little yellow paint in it before she’s able to rescue the brush from her lap, she won’t say anything of it. 

#i think the last time you did one of these for my molly frumpkin also bit him UHEGRUIJTKRY #I JUST LOOKED FRUMPKIN ALSO GOT MOLLY'S TAIL LAST TIME URGYEHUTIJ #frumpkin knows what he's about #and its biting tiefling tails #lunaerising #* ANSWERED: J. LAVORRE.

[diviinedevilry]

@lunaerising sent : every  few  moments,  there's  another  meow.  a  sound  that  might  be  cute,  if  it  wasn't  coming  from  the  feline  that  was  hiding  (  in  the  far  back  corner  underneath  the  bed  )  after  having  stolen  jester's  paintbrush.  another  meow,  as  frumpkin  settles  down,  taking  a  moment  to  chew  on  the  end  of  the  paintbrush.  

                her  own  movements  are  almost  feline,    tail  in  the  air  and  swatting  playfully  as  she  tries  to  catch  the  paintbrush  in  frumpkin’s  mouth.    after  preserving  for  longer  than  she  ought,    jester  retreats  to  look  for  reinforcements  coming  back  with  a  small  rodent  of  her  own.    sprinkle  merely  looks  at  her  as  she  leans  back  down,    ignoring  the  pointed  gesture  towards  frumpkin  in  their  attempt  to  crawl  up  her  arm.      “  spriiiiiinkle.    no.  ”      she  gently  pushes  the  weasel  back  to  the  ground,      “  go  be  friends  with  frumpkin  and  get  my  brush  back  when  they’re  distracted.  ”

#lunaerising #this can only end well for all parties involved #.・。arc three ❀ ; blue for cruel bargains and green for daring what one oughtn’t #queue ☆ ; a million dreams are keeping me awake

[princguard-a]

Her finger gently glided over the spine of the leather bound book. She fixated upon the title and pulled it from the shelf and into the already growing pile in her arms. 

The bookshop was quiet, and Lark was appreciative of that fact. Typically, when she idled reading in the tavern, it always led to distraction and she was left reading the same page several times. Perhaps lingering in the shop would be best. 

She moved elegantly through the rows of book shelves, her dark cloak billowing behind her with each cautious step. She made no attempt to hide her noble roots, especially in the way she dressed in a simple and well fitted tunic. It hugged her form from under the corset that held the outfit together. Her hair was neatly pulled back into a simple ponytail. Her posture remained upright as she walked to the checkout. She paid for the several books she acquired and moved towards the back of the shop where a small table resided by the hearth. 

To her surprise, she found that her usual seat was occupied by a stranger. Her emerald hues surveyed the young man with a mild interest. She moved to sit in the vacant seat opposite of the stranger and settled down. 

“ Do not mind the intrusion.” she said as she placed her books on the table. “ Reading anywhere else always lead to interruptions.” she went on as she plucked a book from her pile and opened it to the first page. 

She tried not to stare at the man. Perhaps he was also seeking the solitude of the bookshop. Though she found herself curious to his origins. It wasn’t everyday she ran into someone who enjoyed reading. Her brows furrowed a bit as she found herself studying him. 

@lunaerising​ S.C. 

#lunaerising #. the fall of trevelyan ( critical role ) #. stories fade into legends and myths ( thread )

[countercharmd]

There's nothing quite as bad as the chill. Despite running hot, Serendipity's always despised cold days such as this. They make him want to stay inside and do absolutely nothing all day. Very few things could get him out and about -- including a shopping trip such as this one.

" Are you cold? " asks @lunaerising , as Caleb -- the one he'd asked to join him a few days ago. Serendipity blinks at the wizard, and was about to protest before he watched the other start to shrug off his coat. " Here - take my jacket. "

It was no small offer, the tiefling knew. With a soft nod, he accepts, and offers a small smile as he does so. The jacket is warm and heavy on his shoulders, like a well needed hug. " Thank you. Maybe I can find myself a new winter coat while we're out, " he says. " Seems I've misplaced my own... "

#lunaerising #letters; answered. #v; tbt. #//i kept this kind of open for verse stuff! #//thought the fluff would be nice hehe #q.

[chronal-anomaly]

@lunaerising asked:

❛ don't even talk to me about this because i won't remember.❜ // gabe\

"Aw, that's no way to think about it!" Voice cheery, despite the tedium that Gabe was clearly experiencing. On the other hand, the history of the aircraft propeller and the complexities where somewhat of a fascinations to her, filled with long reach of man and his curiosity at what lies beyond. Her voice lilted with the wonder of a child, filled with the impossibility of the thing. From the first push-pedal flying machines to the sleek jets nearly invisible, Lena was obsessed with the freedom of it all.

This habit led to some conversations that dragged on and on, with participants that didn't really follow her same hyperfixations. Namely, the one that Gabe was trapped in now, where a simple question about a simple flight mechanic has devolved into a storied history of aerodynamics and air speed, and the conflicting forces on plane and pilot in the harshest conditions. If Lena remembered correctly, he had asked if it was possible, not how it was possible. But she was a runaway train, mind spitting out solutions and answers that required verbal considerations.

"Okay, long story short? The shortest runway I could take is probably 76 meters, without trashing the craft or myself. But I would 'ave t' be solo in it, the extra weight would just set me back. Does that answer the question?"

#lunaerising #this was just a cute idea i'm sorry #( ic. )

[daybreakrising]

@lunaerising: your hair’s a mess. sit still. (( hana 2 kiba also :] ))

Her words are met with a deadpan expression. His hair is always a mess. He can't even remember a time when it wasn't sticking up in every possible angle. He blames genetics - look at their mother's hair, for one thing. Hana obviously takes after their father. Probably. He doesn't really remember what he looks like.

"You're wasting your time." Asking him to sit still is also an exercise in vain - he's incapable of it. "Maybe I should grow it out, see if it behaves more when it's long." He doubts it. More likely, it'll just get even more uncontrollable. He tips his head back, peers at his sister's upside-down face. "What d'ya reckon?"

#lunaerising #muse; kiba (naruto) #source; n.aruto #v; walking a new road (post war) #;pretending i'm not here (queue)

[diviinedevilry]

                  caduceus’  touch  holds  the  kind  of  warm  that  trickles  throughout  the  body,    similar  to  her  own  magic  and  uncanny  all  at  once.    it’s  not  enough    –    she  can  still  feel  the  deepest  bruises  to  her  ribs    –    but  the  open  wounds  stitch  back  together  and  the  lighter  bruises  pale  to  a  yellow-ish  purple.    for  the  state  the  rest  of  them  are  in  though  and  the  effort  to  make  it  out  in  one  piece  it has to be  enough.    it’s  enough  to  promise  a  night’s  rest  until  she  can  prepare  something  a  little  stronger  in  the  light  of  the  new  morning.  

                  with  the  other  cleric  turning  their  attention  to  beau,    jester  turns  her  own  to  @lunaerising  once  more,      “  there,    see?    i  told  you  it  was  nothing  cayleb.    it’s  not  a  big  deal,    really!  ”      and  even  though  the  change  in  her  posture  does  hurt  it’s  not  a  lie    –    she’d  done  it  without  thinking  and  would  do  it  again  in  an  instant.    not  when  the  alternative  was  him  taking  the  hit…  

#thread ❀ ; lunaerising (caleb002) #lunaerising #verse ❀ ; to new mutiny where civil blood makes civil hands unclean