#lune croaks

[lunefrog]

“The creator would appear as endowed with a passion for stars on the one hand, and for beetles on the other,”

-John BS Haldane

#lune croaks #I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS QUOTE FOR AGES. #and i finally found it #sososo important to me

[bellaxisworld]

february 29, @jegulus-microfic prompt: address. word count: 1,019.

James checks and double-checks the star shaped silver tag, glancing out the car window at the street sign. “Are you sure this is the right address?” he asks Remus, running a gentle hand along the black cat’s fur. The cat, Lune, purrs and pushes her head into his palm. He smiles, warmth blooming in his chest from her unabashed affection. They’d only just picked her up an hour ago, finding her stranded but clawing gently at their door. James’ heart immediately latched onto her, melting everytime she nudged him with her paw. 

“This is definitely the address from her collar,” Remus mutters, looking at the small flower beds lining the walkway. The home was rather lovely, looking strangely antique but well taken care of. 

James had no clue how Lune managed to find herself halfway across the city. 

He and Remus walk tentatively up to the green-painted door, and James already mourns the loss of Lune, aching with the thought of having to let her go. She’s curled up against his chest, eyes half lidded with sleepiness. James wants to hold on forever. 

The door opens, and James thinks his world realigns itself, or maybe it falls apart and rebuilds into something new, something utterly wonderful. 

The most lovely boy James has ever seen stands before them, pouting and adorable, with flushed cheeks and black curls ruffled against his forehead and around his ears. He looks rather disturbed that anyone dares bother him, and James thinks there should be art dedicated to the glory that is this man standing before him. James thinks he is the art itself. 

His pretty gray eyes widen almost comically as he sees the cat in James’ arms. 

James’s heart flips and turns and squeezes when he grumbles something unintelligible in French, and he’s silent, stuck staring at this beauty in awe. 

Remus clears his throat. “We found her clawing at our door this afternoon. I’m not quite sure how she made it to our part of town, but—”

“My idiot brother, that’s how,” the man says, rolling his eyes and huffing. James wants to touch and feel him under his fingertips, completely enraptured by this downright angelic being. “He was babysitting her this weekend while I was out of town. Obviously, he cannot be trusted with babysitting.” He reaches forward with pale hands to scoop her from James’ chest, but James is transfixed, lips parted as he thinks about the French lilt to the man’s words. He might be falling in love. 

Remus elbows him and he’s sharply brought back to reality, highly aware he was staring for a moment too long. He releases Lune to her owner’s arms, and she purrs again, nuzzling into the man’s neck. James is full of butterflies as he sees the man smile, hands lovingly cradling Lune. He feels less sorry for returning her, now that he sees the love she is returning to. 

James also plans on infiltrating the man’s life, wiggling his way into his beautiful arms, so he knows he’ll see her again. 

“Thank you both for bringing her home. It’s quite a ways from your home, I imagine, but your effort is very appreciated.” He speaks so formally, and James wants to dig his fingers into and tug and tug until something breaks. He’s feeling rather insane about this stunning stranger. “I’m Regulus, by the way. Your names are—?”

Remus chokes, coughing rather dramatically. “Regulus?” he croaks. “As in, Regulus Black?”

What a pretentious name, James thinks, again staring at him wistfully. Then— “Black? Like, Sirius—”

“I am Regulus Black, Sirius Black’s brother.” Regulus says, monotonously. Ah, the French makes sense. “Stupid bastard couldn’t even properly babysit my cat.” He huffs. “Are you all neighbors, then?”

Sirius Black is James’ enthusiastic French neighbor turned good friend. He was also blessed with unnaturally good looks, and James sees the resemblance now, looking at Regulus. 

Beside James, Remus blushes and mumbles, “Not my neighbor—” 

Sirius is James’ neighbor, and Remus’ current European conquest. How fitting, James thinks, for him and Remus both to fall for the Black brothers. 

James is free-falling off the deep end, preparing for a brutal fall. 

“I’m James,” he manages to say. Regulus’ rapt attention turns to him and he burns under it, feeling overwhelmed immediately. “Sirius’ neighbor.” He extends a hand and a smile, waiting for Regulus to take it. 

Take my hand, he begs in his head. Free fall with me. 

Their hands meet in the middle, and James swears he feels a spark ignite between them. He thinks he sees Regulus blush under his gaze. 

Their hands fit together perfectly, like puzzle pieces clicking into place. They both linger in the other’s touch, reluctant to pull away, brown eyes caught on gray ones, stuck in this charged moment. 

“Thank you, James,” whispers Regulus, and James grins, soaking up every second of his attention, feeling a rush of affection towards him. His name spilling from Regulus’ lips feels like a form of worship. 

James takes a leap of faith, free-falling off the very edge of which he was unprepared to fall from. “Can I get your number, Regulus?” Catch my fall, catch my fall, catch my— 

“Yes,” he breathes, hastily running into his apartment and returning with a slip of paper. He’s blushing fiercely, and James wants nothing more than to kiss his pink cheeks. He’s beautiful and soft, worth being cherished. 

James winks on his way down the steps, and when they make it into the car, Remus cackles. “Both of us! The Black brothers, James, both of them!” He’s wheezing. 

They drive off, and James looks back to see a black head of curls peeking through a curtained window. James smiles, and Regulus waves back, a soft smile tugging at his lips. 

If James is free-falling, so is Regulus—and that’s what love is all about, doing the scary things together. They’ll hold each other through the fall, and the crash might not hurt so bad. Maybe the pain will vanish with the first touch of a lover’s kiss. Either way—they’ll come out of it, together.

✩ part 29/29 of my microfic-fic on ao3: february, i'm yours.

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[justalittletomato]

The Swamps

@lune-de-miel-au-paradis @gran-maul-seizure @patchiefrog @pixiestookourstardust @by-the-primes @stardustbee @apocalypticwafflekitten @storm89 @dukeoftheblackstar @any59 @hannagoldworthy

Nightbrother headcanons and a bit of the tomato family

Summers on Dathomir were hot, the villages blazing in the summer sun. By mid-year they would empty as the Nightbrother retreated to the swamps and forests. 

Even here there was sticky heat, it wafted in the air and settled for hours on end. Even as the day stretched on and late into the night it would not falter. Dozing away for some rest with the sounds of the swamp loud as can be. The swamp's chirps, croaks, and songs grew louder as the moon rose. The swamp babbled under the stilts and platforms of the makeshift sheds where the nightbrothers called their camp. 

In the hours before the sun broke out a band of nightbrothers awoke from their light slumber. The olders did what they could to help raise the youngest from sleep while the others put supplies into the boats. 

Tried as they might the accompanying little nightbrother head bobbed slightly as they pushed off from the dock. 

“Wake up little one or you’ll miss the first catch.” One brother shook the youngest shoulder. The little one rubbed the last remnants of sleep from his eyes, “Hope its a big one” his tummy rumbled. 

The brothers laughed, a nightbrothers stomach was never full. A biscuit was handed to the little one to help settle his growling belly. 

As the boat moved through the swamp the traps were visited, each latched onto the trees whose roots were sunk into the deep waters. With a practiced hand of many a summer in the swa,ps the traps were flipped onto the boat. Like many a nightbrother before him, a little one would either laugh or squeal at the sight of the catch. 

Dathomir’s crawfish also affectionately called mudbugs were a bright blue and speckled. Many a nightborther would also tell you they could pack quite a pinch. Oh to be a small nightbrother once more and recall thier first run-in with an angry mudbug. 

The youngest of the fishing boat licked his lips at the sight of the mudbug dropping onto the boat. “Well go on now, sort them” an older chided him. 

The little nightbrother set to it. Sorting apart the large mudbugs from the scaly and silvery stray minnows who found their way in the trap. Tossing to the side the dead ones and resisting the temptation to pick a lively one and give it a good crunch. 

“No, you don’t little one” The large mudbug in his hand snatched away, “That’s for the boil you greedy thing. Come on now we have more traps to get and rebait” 

Another nightbrother reached into one of the baskets and tied a piece of catfish. A looked over catch, much more for reckless sport than taste and plenty good to cut up for bait. The little nightbrother watched as the trap was set back in place and off they were once more to the next trap. 

As the little nightbrother reached out for the next trap bobbing as they reached closer, a hand stopped him. A finger pointing outwards, among the water plants eyes unblinking among the stilled waters, 

A shudder ran through him. 

A growl, a roar, jawns gnashing down. The swamps of Dathomir had its dangers like the rest of the planet, no area was free of it. 

The mudbugs were hauled over to the awaiting group of brothers, a trio of little ones immediately poking and prodding the creatures, yelping at getting pinched and shooed off by the elders for the ruckus. The mudbucks were brought to the large pot that had been set to boil as the brothers had left to go fishing. Already a wonderful smell wafted over the camp. The little nightbrother glanced at the fat pots about the area. Plenty of flavoring to give to the boil. He did make a face that the slimy vegetables were also being put in. 

“Don't fuss, it's traditional.” 

“There better be corn” the child muttered. 

Corn, root vegetables, and the crawfish burst with flavor and spice. Bright blue shells were tossed away in piles as the brothers dug into the feast. Each went to sleep with a bellyful. 

Summer in the swamps were a fond memory, “We will be back next summer” the little one is reminded as the camps were closed up as the first breezes of autumn came, soon they would leave for the mountains and the villages once more. 

The little brother watched the swamp disappeared from view. He looked up the red sky, in the distance he could see a ship. 

One. Two. Three. 

A ship on Dathomir must be a miscalculated landing.

The adults and elders spoke to one another in hushed tones. The little brother just stared up curious as the ships got closer and closer.   

—--

 Savage had said summers were for retreating to the swamps. 

From the looks of the sheds there had been no one here in some time. Boats covered in moss and pots covered in dust. 

Maul readied himself for its ghosts. Laughter, chiding, hums of songs he did not know, the smell of a spicy stew, and the nights with never-ending song. It was not like the villages they had gone through. 

Screams, shots and blaster fire. There was no darkness here…

“Careful,” Starlight had tugged Cress and Aster from the water. The twins had licked thier lips seeing the little mudbugs hide away into the shore. 

Maul walked over and reached into the water, he didn't wince at the pinch and pulled up a mudbug. Aster’s little hand immediately tried to snatch it away. 

“No you don’t” he chided her, “That’s for the boil you greedy little thing” 

Savage’s little ones poked their heads out of the large boil pot, as thier buir looked in, “It's a tad too big for us, but it's still good.”  

Aster had snatched up mudbug before her buir could stop her. “Looks like you know what to do.” 

—-

The swamp welcomed them as the moon rose, the sounds lulling the little ones asleep. Bellies full from their feast. Their buirs listened to the nightbrothers as they sang. 

 Hums from years past slipped past Maul’s lips as Savage recalled the songs. 

They would take the boats in the morning and set bait, but for now they would be with the summer night.

#star wars #star wars oc #baby tomato #darth maul #maul #dad!maul #dathomirian #nightbrother #nightbrother culture #nightbrother headcanons

[kaleidoscopexsighs]

soft like summer rain pls🤍

5. soft like summer rain / your choice of men

lune my love you've spotted my one-and-only jegulily WIP to date! it's a southern gothic love letter to the bayou, it's monsterfucking, it's lily unhinging her jaw and eating men up because we support women's rights AND wrongs in this house:

They float in silence, though nothing about the bayou is quiet tonight; a cacophony of crickets and croaking frogs herald their arrival, punctuated occasionally by the guttural, staccato calls of the egret or the great blue heron as they glide through patches of moss and swamp lilies. It’s the sort of place that teems with life, where there are always hundreds of hidden eyes on you – never a question of if you’re being watched, but by what. Regulus has spent enough time on the bayou to steel his nerves against that truth, but diverts his gaze to James all the same. He earns a bemused eyebrow quirk from the other boy as he shudders from something other than the heat.

WIP tag game

#ask game #jegulily #kels writes #lune tag

[zubebuz]

Prompt: Flash Fiction (750-1500 words) of a 19th Century Tophat-Donning English Socialite whose scientific experiments have brought him to what would be expected of Mars in that century

*partially inspired by Voyage Dans La Lune !!

**not fully complete/edited, ~1500 words

Montgomery’s breath puffed out before him in the hazy fog, which could almost be considered a form of precipitation. It reached a weak dribble at best. He huffed in irritation and straightened his top-hat, climbing the steps to an ornate front door. This meeting would certainly be tiresome at best, torture at worst. He suspected the latter, with the host being Mr. Hughes. The bastard. Truthfully, Montgomery had never met the man, but his legislation continued to baffle him with its insensibility. Unluckily for Montogomery, maintenance of social appearances was incumbent, thus making this commune mandatory. 

The man wasn’t defenseless in the matter, though. Aside from his humanitarian and political endeavors, he was predisposed towards the sciences. He had been working on revolutionary technology allowing the feat of instantaneous travel. A small device in his pocket would, theoretically, transport him back to his abode at a whim. With this method of escape assured to him, Montgomery at last impelled himself to turn the doorknob.

As he passed through the golden-trimmed threshold (the door had been left unlocked, what an imbecile-), Montgomery huffed again. Of course Mr. Hughes would be one to leave his house dirty. Red dirt layered over the entire property, and there were larger mounds where furniture must have been covered. Mr Hughes must also have been addicted to his cigar, for the ceiling was imperceivable through clouds of smoke mixed with the aforementioned, irritating red dust.

Montgomery reached for his monocle as an attempt at better viewing this home, if it could be considered that. He immediately noticed some sort of writhing creature on the red mound nearest to him. Its sleek coat shined eerily in the warm ambience, and Montgomery shuddered. Mr. Hughes allowed his mutt on the furniture? The state of things was on an exponential decline. Montgomery had half a mind to march out of the house this instant - yes, indeed, that was an extremely sensible option. 

As Montgomery turned back to the door, he huffed again. It had vanished! As Montgomery considered this unexpected change of circumstance, he pondered the possibility that he might not be in Mr. Hughes’s home after all…

Nonsense! Montgomery was well studied in the field of physics, and it certainly was not correct that, upon the entrance of a location, one should come into another entirely! Reassured by his own surpassing intellect, Montgomery went to shoo the mutt off of the red mound. It ran away, and Montgomery trekked onward in this hellish landscape.

Curiously, he could see the mutt coming back at him only a moment later. It slobbered and made crude noises, quite like a gargling animal slowly drowning. To Montgomery’s dull horror, more of its kind followed behind in a mammoth herd of the beasts. They were awfully fast. Montgomery began to sweat, unsure of if he should move. Surely, Mr. Hughes would be here soon to remedy this situation. 

Alas, Mr. Hughes did not appear from nothing, and Montgomery was trampled by the slithering creatures and their gurgling cries. They squirmed under him, and he was lifted above the ground. Montgomery huffed, getting an even wider view of this strange terrain. Large craters marked its surface, and all was dry and dusty. Soon, the creatures had transported Montgomery to some underground cave. He was deposited before what might have been a twisted sort of throne, if a throne was low to the ground and made from crumbling rocks. On this seat was another one of the creatures, this one a bright orange in contrast to the dark-grayish others.

Montgomery huffed at the situation once more.

"Stranger! State your name!" croaked the creature on the throne. Montgomery startled, not expecting any comprehensible words to come from any of this land's inhabitants. 

"My name is Montgomery Brimmerburg, and I demand to know the cause of all of this nonsense. First Mr. Hughes is absent from this most important meeting, in this dreadful house, then his mutts abduct me and take me to you! In fact, I should be asking, who are you?"

The creature narrowed its eyes. Or, more accurately, since it didn't have anything that could truthfully be defined as eyes, its face squished together in a sort of rage. "You are in the presence of King Kirigan of the Xylkwi tribe, here on Kalaseema, or as you might know it, Mars."

Montgomery huffed in triumph. His suspicions had been founded, and this strange land never was Mr. Hughes's house! This predicament could assuredly be attributed to the dastardly teleporter, and… oh, was it not so obvious! The feat of instantaneous travel had been done by the device designed to allow the feat of instantaneous travel, and this abrupt trip to an exoteric planet rather than his own home had been the fault of the overly ornate door! Indeed, Montgomery remembered his notes on the plausible defects of his invention, and elemental gold was on that list. Mr. Hughes’s actions haunted him even in the man’s absence.

Kirigan peered down at Montgomery from his throne. "So, Montgomery, as you claim to be known, what is your purpose here on Kalaseema?"

Montgomery sighed. "In all truth, I did not intend to arrive here in this mysterious land. Yet, my scientific inventions have malfunctioned and somehow instantly transported me here, when I intended to enter into another place entirely."

Kirigan nodded sagely. "There must be many people who eagerly await your return, I am sorry to keep you away from your loved ones."

Montgomery hesitated. "I fear that you are not... entirely correct. My scientific works in progress certainly beg for more development and mourn my departure, but I do not believe any other human would care so much as to miss my presence.” 

Kirigan frowned. Or, again, not having much of a mouth, squished his face downward. "Montgomery, I feel for you. I know what it is not to have ones who care... to be abandoned by all that you know..."

"No, no, no!" Montgomery spluttered. "You have entirely misunderstood me, sir. I am perfectly content in my solitude. The burden of others is... simply too much for a man such as myself."

"You misunderstand yourself," Kirigan said, "if you think it is right for one to live on his lonesome."

"I suppose that that is just the way of my society... I am largely regarded as a socially active man, but that status always necessitates a muted sort of hatred for those you must ally with. Even my wife… she despises me, and in all honesty for good reason, as I am truly unpassionate about our relationship. Of course, marriage is what proper society calls for, so we must both hold on to it. It is a constant struggle for high status. Not a happy one. In fact, I had, at first sight of your curious species, planned to capture one of you and take you home, in order to show my own power and intelligence back home!"

Unfortunately, it seemed as if Kirigan’s guards did not take Montgomery’s joke so kindly. He sympathized with the fact that it might seem quite an unamusing of attempt at humor, especially when heard by the subject of the jest, but Montgomery certainly did not expect a violent response - the guards whipped out what might have been some primitive gun, made of rugged red rock, and the weapons whined in preparation for firing a shot.

Thankfully, Kirigan held up a hand that made the other aliens pause. "I propose," Kirigan began slowly, "that it may do you some good to stay with us. Our Xylkwi tribe highly values connection and brotherly love. I am sure that with time, you will learn these ways, and understand that something is essentially wrong with your society’s way of connection.”

Montgomery immediately wanted to argue - how could this alien know anything about his society? This was the very world he grew up in, painstakingly climbed the ranks of, imagined a prestigious future in! Yet he could not deny the wisdom in Kirigan’s assertion. Perhaps… Perhaps Montgomery’s life might just be better with a little joy in it. He began to imagine a world in which he didn’t live with someone who he shared mutual hatred with, in which he didn’t have to withstand torturous meetings with people like Mr. Hughes. 

“I find your offer compelling,” Montgomery said, “and your words hold much truth. I concede that my society may not be quite the happiest place. I will stay on your planet, and live peacefully, for however long you will have me. But know that, if I feel threatened, or like you might be the brutes I thought of you at first…” Montgomery whipped the teleporter out of his pocket. “I have an instantaneous way back home.”

Kirigan’s face relaxed, and he nodded in what was probable to mean amiable agreement. “It is settled, then! Here, let Morichu show you to an available settlement.”

One of the guards, seemingly Morichu, slithered forward and nodded, then turned its head towards Montgomery. He followed them out of the cavern, and for once found himself without the urge to huff in aggravation.

#writing #fiction #science fiction #comedy #my writing

[lunefrog]

i'm going to start posting paintings of missionaries getting ripped apart if you bitches dont stop blazing your proselytizing. i will crawl out of your fucking computer screen and show you how much god doesn't love you.

#lune croaks #delete later

[lunefrog]

i think that the interpretation of Abraham failing God's test when he went to sacrifice Isaac is really interesting because Christians tend to use that story to foreshadow Jesus's crucifixion later and it's like. the implication that God failed the very test he set before Abraham. that by allowing his son to die for humanity he failed, that he was supposed to say no, i won't let my son die for you, i'll not let one person more suffer for my sake, but he didn't. God loves you, but not enough to save you. the devil said 'he's going to slaughter you like a lamb, and i'm sorry' and jesus, like isaac, said but he's my father. he'd never do that to me. but he did. god stopped abraham but he didn't stop the romans. and for some reason christians never stop to think hey, if god's all powerful how come his one and only son had to suffer for our sins? why'd he stop abraham from killing isaac? why does he deny human sacrifice yet compell us to kill in his name? what if this the test, what if he commands us to hurt and kill others in the hopes we'll say no, like abraham was supposed to? god works in mysterious ways so that means you aren't allowed to ask questions, and you certainly aren't allowed to get answers.

#lune croaks #this has been cookin' in my brain for a long time sorry

[lunefrog]

went outside to get some sunshine and work done on my laptop but ended up researching violet pollinators and learning that the greater fritillary's scientific name translates to "earth mother" and i'm so charmed by the whimsy of the world i simply can no longer work on my resume. if you'll excuse me

#lune croaks #sioltach type post

[lunefrog]

yes ive become obsessed with bindweed i can't help myself i see a circular flower with arrow shaped leaves and crawling habit and i can't help myself but fall in love. the fact they're often psychoactive and toxic is really just a plus

#lune croaks

[lunefrog]

other people doing plant bioengineering: what if we made rice that had more nutrients so less people died of nutrient deficiencies?

me: i want a grape hyacinth i can eat so fucking bad

#lune croaks

[lunefrog]

there are so many fruits that are VERY NEARLY in season and it's killing me. asimina mahcawq persimmon. but they're not ready yettttttt AUGH

#lune croaks #that's pawpaw passionflower (and persimmon which is already anglicized powhatan)

[lunefrog]

though i suspect my days of being vulnerable on the internet are long done, i do appreciate public vulnerability when it happens. i think it's good for us to see. i'm very much a lead-by-example kind of person and while i do want to see more people being open and sincere and heartfelt i can't really bring myself to do it anymore. every time i go to write up a post a cloud of gnats manifests in my head and tells me all the ways it will be used to hurt me or, god forbid, others. i think that it would be good practice for me, in the hopes that one day i can be vulnerable without flinching away from it in fear of being struck, but the issue is every time i do i am struck. i think my time in this community has deeply affected me in a way i cannot easily undo and in a way i find a little embarrassing. i tried so hard to find others, to find a community, a place i would belong, i wanted to contribute positively, and that's all sort of.. gone now. and i find that very sad and hard to talk about.

#lune croaks #not everyone was awful--i met a great many people i became friends with #(even though i have lapsed in keeping up with them all. apologies) #it's just some sort of miasma cloud around this community and the pretext within which we met that sours it all for me #it makes me deeply sad that's the case

[lunefrog]

"but its my beliefs!" ok sometimes your beliefs are bad.

#lune croaks

[lunefrog]

yeah turns out trees are basically immortal but you have to ritualistically kill them every few years or so to keep them young

#lune croaks

[lunefrog]

more like viridarium CUMBRIS

#lune croaks #aight im done im going to get lunch

[lunefrog]

i dont knowww im having so much trouble articulating how i feel about this but like anti-religion atheists make me feel so conflicted because it's like... you still think that humans are special. like idk i think that religiosity & superstition as a response to the chaotic unpredictable nature of the universe isn't a bad thing or even a human thing like we've demonatrated this behavior in pigeons and i dont think that makes it primitive or backwards or whatever. i dont know it just makes me feel so frustrated because the problem with religious institutions isn't the religion part but the power structures which allow people to abuse others, which isn't special to religion. a high control group (or cult) can form wherever there's a structure like that. like everybody believes some shit that's stupid or not real that's literally society that's the world we live in!! money/the economy, states and borders, gender and sex, language, fucking FISH for god's sake. i dont KNOWW it just feels so much like racism ive experienced to act like religion is primitive and less like...intelligent.

#lune croaks #whatever idk if this even makes any sense. i might delete this later #it's just wild to me yknow