#moonie writes

[moon1ee]

there is something to be said about jimmy’s death. something to be said about a curse looming over his head that they keep mentioning, as if repetition will dull the pain, will cause the bleeding wound to scab over and form calluses. something to be said about bdubs throwing himself forward, shouting “KILL ME”, something about joel trying to sacrifice himself. the love was there. so was the fear. the canary sings a warning. then comes the bloodshed.

grian watches joel out of the corner of his eye, taking slow steps over the ramshackle bridge that looks over the server. joel sprints ahead, careless, movements strange and distorted, body tensed, fingers curling. the setting sun flashes red back into his eyes. a bloodied reflection. he is being reckless. he is going crazy. grian remembers last life, remembers passing through and hearing joel’s ear-spitting screaming, remembers cracking open a laugh as bloodlust that should not exist under stained green thrums through him. HOW ARE YOU DOING, JOEL, he called, and there is a snarl in response. “going a bit mad, going a bit MENTAL.”

joel was, in a word. dedicated. the best of them. the worst of them. grian remembers a pack of wolves, remembers fingers curling into pale fur, remembers agonized cries as the dogs fell.

he cannot ignore the similarities. run, rabbit, run.

he makes plans, he plots. he feels the time tick down. sends down explosives. one takes out four. he laughs, ear-splitting, thinks, i’m learning.

four. five. six. seven. he loses count. he doesn't stop.

joel’s teeth keep flashing.

grian sneaks down, around, ducks his head, whispers allyship to bigb and pearl, feels eyes humming around them.

he will not stop planning. he needs allies, in a place like this, after he loses his.

joel, he says, just kill me. the man glances at him, once, does not respond.

into battle they go. smoke rises in his lungs. scar, grinning, scar, falling, scar, protesting not to kill his beloved animal.

grian sees a creeper sneak up behind him, almost hisses a warning, stops himself. waits. watches. scar turns his head, jumps back, laughing. he has learned, too.

joel’s time is running out. grian runs after him.

joel is being reckless. he goes after scar. JOEL JUST KILL ME, grian shouts. "NO, NOT YOU," joel screams. "I'LL KILL HIM INSTEAD."

grian remembers a hand that stayed ever dedicated to the coming winter.

DO IT, and joel splits him, and then someone else, and then dies, the absolute fucking idiot, and they are. back where they started. or maybe right where they will end.

joel looks rabid in the moonlight. grian makes plans for when he is gone.

joel, just take one of my lives. just do it. "no," joel says, turning around, eyes searching frantically for something, for butter yellow canary wings that do not fill the space any longer, hands reaching to claw around grian's wrists, nails stinging, drawing blood. "you have to win," he says, pleads, begs, "for us. you have to."

grian says nothing.

joel is being reckless. he runs ahead. “scar-“ grian swallows down the name, frantic at the flash of red rushing off without him. JOEL.

lightning, singing his back. he turns. silent. shocked. remembers a hand’s agonized scream. remembers an attempt at revenge that ended him.

the bad boys were never that army of dogs in renchanting, were never loyal enough for it. too brittle, too untrusting, even jimmy. especially jimmy.

there is a tombstone. grian does not grieve. his sorrow is short-lived. he has a new alliance now, new loyalties. ones that may be smarter. it is for the best.

tick tick tick.

his wrists still ache.

edit: cross-posted on ao3!

#i am losing my utter mind i wrote smth really fast is this even good who knows #trying my hand at some prose or smth. idk. #bad boys #limited life smp #limited life spoilers #grian #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #mcyt #mcyt fanfic #writing #trafficblr #3rd life smp #jimmy solidarity #og post #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #desert duo #moonie writes

[moondal514]

Here’s an MXTX fandom hot take: when it comes to inaccurate characterizations re: a character’s awareness of their own romantic feelings, it’s super interesting to me how the MDZS and SVSSS fandoms have almost kinda sorta switched around their main characters with each other.

By which I mean, the ever common “Straight Boy Wei Wuxian” tag is basically just trying to make Wei Wuxian like Shen Yuan. It’s writing a Wei Wuxian so perpetually caught up in being oblivious about his feelings for Lan Wangji and constantly going “this is totally a thing normal straight guys do with each other” and “hahaha I can’t be in love with Lan Zhan. He’s a boy!” that the end result is startlingly similar to Shen Yuan’s wacko internalized queerphobia.

This is obviously not at all what Wei Wuxian is like is canon. He is very aware of what he feels for Lan Wangji, but he is also extremely cautious about it because he is trying to be very respectful towards Lan Wangji. There’s a tendency I’ve noticed in fandoms to confuse characters being cautious about their romantic feelings/not wanting to think about their romantic feelings because they’ve got too much stuff going on as thinking this means they are “oblivious.” That they genuinely have no idea what’s going on and what they’re feeling. Wei Wuxian is a huge victim of this (and not to bring up a non-MXTX fandom in discussion of MXTX fandoms, but Neil Josten, from my other major fandom All For the Game, is also a huge victim of this. Forever dying on the hill that neither of these characters are oblivious about their romantic feelings for their respective significant others, they are just refusing to think about them. But I digress).

And on the flip side we have character who is genuinely oblivious about their romantic feelings for extreme and very weird internalized queerphobia reasons, Shen Yuan. In fics with bad Shen Yuan characterizations, he is way too aware of his feelings. This is a guy that feels the need in canon to remind the reader that he is totally straight and likes women literally every other line. This is the guy that it genuinely doesn’t occur to him ever that a guy could like another guy until it is literally spelled out for him. If you’re looking for an oblivious main character who has been so warped by comphet and a refusal to be honest with himself about deep and heavy emotions that he is feeling at a given moment, pls look no further

I’m not really sure where I’m going with this. Just sometimes I read MDZS or SVSSS fics and think the writer should switch fandoms cuz they could be getting the main character they clearly want in a different fandom

#does this make sense? #I’m a lil sleep deprived today so idk if the words are wording correctly #mdzs #svsss #mxtxcu #moonie posting #moonie writes

[moonfox281]

Hi 我的小説Fumes of Our Love的中文翻譯版會參加臺灣5/18的歐美ONLY，寄售攤位：D15 小翅膀的胖不是胖，還有一些其他蝙蝠家和Jaydick製品，歡迎數調

#jaydick #mob wife au #moonie writes #my writting #jason todd #dick grayson

[moonpeach9]

He pushed himself up off of the chair he was sitting in. Walking past Courtney and making sure to shoulder check her as he walked out. Courtney growls and whispers something in Spanish, pushing the door open and chasing after Duncan. “Wait up, asshole!”

So uhm, guess who crawled out of a broken microwave and decided to bless everyone with her shitty writing? Me! Me! I did!

I'm not really sure if I'll keep a steady uploading schedule,, please bare with me 😞

#total drama #duncney #duncney fanfiction #my writing #courtney td #duncan td #total drama fanfiction #moonie writes

[luvteyams]

Hi, I’m Moonie!!! This will hopefully be my collection of works about Avatar, but mostly Neteyam

Caution: This blog is for 18+ only, please do not interact if you aren’t. Feel free to block me quietly if you don’t like or support the work I create, no worries!

REQUESTS AND ASKS ARE OPEN💗

AVATAR MASTERLIST

TAG YOUR MINE

Neteyam and you have been childhood friends since forever but now you’re an adult and even with the carefree lifestyle on Pandora, you just might want more. A human childhood game just might do the trick.

NATURE FEELS

This wet dream is so good it keeps you up at night. Begging to be pushed over the edge, to feel his nature. So Neteyam gives you exactly what Eywa intended.

#neteyam smut #neteyam sully #avatar series #kiri sully #jake sully #avatar way of water #fiction #moonie writes

[unbloomingmoonflower]

part of you, part of me

The strangest of things that could ever occur was a divinity falling in love with a mortal. Such a thing, you would only hear about it in faerie tales that mothers would tell their children before it was time to venture into a land of dreams.

Aymeric had always believed himself a realist. In his aim to lead Ishgard into a brighter future, he had no time to revel in such childhood stories. Not when peace talks were being done, alliances made, all to ensure a more peaceful era.

Such irony was it that a woman whose heritage claimed to be of a divinity currently walked within the walls of Ishgard--and within the borders of his heart. A Hyuran woman of sun-kissed complexion dotted with droplets of stars, with ebony hair and obsidian eyes, fascinated by the world around her. Venus, her name was, carried true divinity within her blood and yet was not so worldly to the realm of mortals.

"Do not all the gods watch what we do?" Aymeric had asked Venus once, as snow began to fall afresh over Ishgard. A marveling Venus lifted her hand to catch the flakes within her palm and simply answered thus: "Not many of the gods do. My sire does, yet has kept me shielded until I made the choice to abscond here."

Aymeric could not help but feel pangs of adoration and envy for Venus, at how she moved freely as the wind, and spoke of a world beyond the fabric of Eorzea--a world where the divinity stayed. He found amusement when Venus once said, "Lady Halone does cherish the people of Ishgard. The souls you worry of finding peace have done so in her grace."

In exchange did Aymeric say tales of the mortal world, of how Eorzea's people had aligned to reach true peace. Venus listened with such rapt attention, asking so many questions akin to childlike curiosity. It was endearing, truly. It moved his heart to bring such joy to Venus' countenance.

Now, as grey clouds loomed overhead, a chill had gripped Ishgard. Venus had wandered off and Aymeric took it upon himself to seek her out. Light snowfall began, melting upon the cobblestone streets upon contact, as Aymeric looked to and fro for the wandering goddess.

Just little ways beyond the cathedral, overlooking the rest of Ishgard, stood Venus. Her hands were against the stone railing, the cold wind toying with her hair. Exhaling a breath of relief, Aymeric approached the goddess, keeping his strides careful and even so as to not startle her. She glanced at him once he was fully at her side. "Weren't you supposed dealing with matters of state?" she asked curiously.

Aymeric shook his head. "That has been concluded, in a rather timely fashion," he answered. "What brings your thoughts out here?"

Venus gave a rather light shrug. "I wonder if my being here is causing situations for you in which you've had to defend me. If I am burdening you with my presence. I've said before, Aymeric, that Ishgard's people would see me as a heretic even if they see proof of my divinity before their very eyes."

"I recall. I've also asked for you to let me protect you."

"You did. I suppose I...worry. I am not a mortal woman. I am not of some noble house. What if this jeopardized everything you've striven to build?"

Aymeric's expression softened as he reached out toward Venus. His fingers caressed along the line of her jaw, the tips brushing against her cheek, prompting Venus to bring her gaze to him. No words were exchanged; just the simple action of Venus lifting her own delicate hands to touch along Aymeric's wrist and hand.

"This will jeopardize nothing," he murmured, curling his fingers over her seeking ones. "If I must, I will throw it away. Let the people elect another Speaker if it means that you will no longer worry."

"You don't need to do that. You're bringing Ishgard to a new dawn," replied Venus, her brows furrowing.

Letting out a soft breath, Aymeric moved his arms, winding them to bring Venus into an embrace. "Then you need not worry. You have become a part of my heart, Venus. So long as you remain, I will devote my all to you," he promised, his intentions clear. He was not going to shy away from the feelings he experienced with her, not going to second guess himself on his own happiness.

Her happiness was his own. She had become part of him. And surely, she must have felt the same for she did not pull away or rebuke his words.

Instead, Venus leaned closer into his embrace, her own arms banding around Aymeric tightly. "And I you. If I could right, I would renounce my divine blood and just live as a regular woman at your side..."

"You needn't change a thing about yourself," Aymeric chastised, his fingers seeking the ebony locks that flowed down Venus' back. "I did not fall in love with you for what could be changed. It was simply for you being as you are."

"Is that a promise?"

"It is. And I will prove it to you, every day."

#moonie writes #aymeric x venus #aymeric de borel x oc

[eloquentmoon]

ok it’s happening.....

my jedi umbaran oc avona teller had a romantic relationship with shaak ti when they were padawans, and as they rose through the ranks of the jedi put aside their intimacy due to their commitment to the order. theirs is a long and rich journey, and in this piece i am currently writing they reflect on their place in one anothers lives.

the sapphic yearning is STRONG with this one

#moonie writes #eloquentmoon #avona teller #shaak ti

[motionsofthemoon]

Back&Forth

Today someone said they thought we were going to be together forever. They believed you all the times you said you found your person. I believed it too until you proved me wrong.

Healing from you has been one of the hardest, darkest, most painful things I have ever done. I feel like this breakup was harder to cope with than the abortion. I really didn't know if I wanted to commit to a baby and a life with back then, with him...but you. Oh,, you. You. MAW. You. I knew I wanted my life with you. I knew I wanted our lives to intertwine and grow up to the sky like a money tree. I wanted it til the day I left. Knowledge of Self but you really have no idea of who you are without those drugs in your system and that liquor killing your liver. I didn't care though, I wanted to ride that wave with you because deep down on the inside I know you're worth it, your potential is out of this world. I used to look in your eyes and see pain but someone who was looking for someone to find greatness with... I feel like you knew it too but it scared you... I wasn't scared though.

I never feel like I have to tell my side of the story because IDGAF what anybody thinks. They know at the end of the day, you know and I know the truth. And the couple times I have taken the time to break it down to a mf step-by-step to how we went from playing house with a baby, to being complete strangers who treat each other like opps... they always hit me with the "you ain't wrong" and I know I ain't because we are where we are because of you.

I HATE IT HERE. Life was so much easier with you in it. Not just because of the money but because we had a family, we took care of kids, we took care of each other, we took care of our dog, our cat, your business, your health, my health. We took trips, we danced together, we cuddled together, you even used to plan our wedding, the type of house we were going to move into and how we planned on raising the kids. Cleo was MINE. She was Moonie's girl. She came from Janisa but that Aries baby, that princess of our Irving Park tower was MINE. Everybody knew it too. I can barely remember her voice, but I'll never forget how she would call out for me whenever she woke up in the morning or whenever she wanted a cuddle or a kiss or a hug or just to be close to me. I gave you and her the purest love I've ever had to give. You robbed me of that. You took love from me I'll never get back and love from her she will never receive from someone else you bring around her.

But at the same time, I LOVE IT HERE. Life is much easier without you. I don't have to worry about you and all your damaged baggage, and I don't have to play a role I never tried out for. My life went right back to being about me and only me. I had to boas up and get it together, those are constant and will always be a thing but taking myself out of your chaos, calmed me down. It made me feel alone but I wouldn't say lonely. I got quiet but only because I was able to process my thoughts in my own space. I don't need an audience, I need peace. I need love. Strength. Good health and lots of wealth. I truly do not believe you would've been able to provide them all, but we should've worked on it. Cuz, you cannot find no one better than this, tried to do right by you but we can't mix. I tried.

#breakup #brokenhearted #sadgirl #moonlovr #moonie rambles #moonie writes

[expiredhydrogenperoxide]

oh nothing, just jegulus ‘accidentally’ swapping ties and watching sirius go absolutely mental trying to figure out how james ended up with a slytherin tie.

(he would have so many outlandish theories)

#i think that everyone who writes this trope has too much faith in sirius btw #sirius would never connect the dots that quickly #he’d be like ‘did you steal it as part of a prank ??’ #and when one of the others asks james if he’s perhaps secretly dating a slytherin #sirius is like ‘james ?? dating a slytherin ?? i’d sooner be forgiven by my mother’ #marauders #dead gay wizards #sirius black #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #james x regulus #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs

[msvanillalatte]

Deal With

*James and Sirius fighting*

James: Fuck you, Black!

Sirius: Oh, so you didn't get enough with my little brother, you bitch!

*Remus and Regulus watching*

Remus: See what I have to deal with when you leave?

#sirius black #james potter #regulus black #marauders #jegulus #writing #harry potter #fanfic #remus lupin #wolfstar #marauders era #gay wizards #padfoot #prongs #moony #starchaser #short story

[allamericanb-tch]

remus lupin’s favorite things 

his whiskey neat 

coffee

black, in his bed at 3

#spilled thoughts #thoughts #writing #marauders fandom #peter pettigrew #black brothers #the marauders #marauders #wolfstar #dead gay wizards #marauders era #sirius black #remus loves sirius #remus x sirius #remus lupin #padfoot #moony x padfoot #incorrect marauders quotes #moonstar #the marauders era #too sweet #hozier #unheard hozier #unheard ep #unreal unearth #unreal unearth unheard

[moon1ee]

after a year of work, MY HERMITSHIPPING BIG BANG FIC IS FINISHED! thank you to everyone who supported me!

chapters: 4/4, complete, word count: 25k, tags: romance, horror, angst, typical romance tv shenaniganry, also not so typical romance tv shenaniganry, the island is alive and trying to kill you, babygirl i can invent stages of grief you've never even heard of, canon typical ending, fucked up ways of showing love

you can also check out my playlist that goes with it :)

thank you to the lovely @bloodcrownedking, @inkystaarart, and 5alm0n for making art for life itself! this wouldn't have been possible without you ❤ and thank you to @hermitshippingbigbang for hosting this event!

#hermitshipping #trafficshipping #hermit fic #traffic fic #scarian #life itself #og post #moonie writes #hsbb 2023

[moondal514]

now i'm third in the lineup (to your lord and your savior) (T), 2,516 words

Summary:

A Minyard’s love is a horribly selfish thing. Heavy and destructive. Fiercely protective and terrible. It doesn’t care that it stifles its treasures in its claws, suffocating them until there is nothing left.

You don’t want to love like a Minyard.

-

Aaron on brotherhood.

Read on ao3

My fic for @emmytriesfanfic for @aftg-mixtape

#hello and welcome to yet another 2nd person pov twinyard fic written for AFTG mixtape by yours truly #am I a one-trick pony or do I have a trademark™️? #you decide 😂 #aftg #moonie writes #my fic

[moonfox281]

This work had sit in my WIP file for months until this year @jaydick-week WIP Bash encouraged me to finish it.

Thank you guys for supporting this silly little AU of mine through all these years, and happy reading!

#jaydick #jason todd #dick grayson #moonie writes #my writting #mob wife au #mob boss au #jaydickweek2024 #jaydickweek

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘my body is a slaughterhouse’.

[text id: and i carry a rib retractor with me, ready to pour my heart out to anyone who would listen. / i have broken everyone with how hard it is to be around me.]

#fatima aamer bilal #moony moonless sky #my body is a slaughterhouse #poetry #yearning #literature #poeticstories #longing #unrequited pining #book qoute #poetry collection #web weavings #self loathing #art #book quotations #words words words #writings #poem #prose #typography #bts #franz kafka #sylvia plath #lana del rey #mitski #hozier #mahmoud darwish #spilled poetry #pheobe bridgers #fiction

[unbloomingmoonflower]

FFXIVWrite2023 Prompt 16: Jerk

Putting one of my older stories here, because it applies for the noun definition of jerk.

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The battle against Ranj’it had been difficult; but Thancred ultimately succeeded, though no worse for wear. 

He’d been waiting for Shuri to return with Ryne, seeing the younger girl’s hair having changed. It appeared she made her choice. 

And he had to make one too. One to make right--to make amends--with the Au Ra who was so furious with him, who now approached him to check the extent of his injuries.

“I’m fine, Shuri,” Thancred muttered with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“You received far too many blows to the head to be considered fine, idiot.” Shuri huffed and, with a flick of her wrist, she changed into her mage glamour. Urianger approached, clearly ready to heal Thancred instead, but Shuri gave the astrologian a faint smile and a nod of her head and he backed down. 

If that wasn’t a sign for Thancred to make amends now, then it would never come again. 

“A word in private, Shuri?” he asked, as the Xaela began to tend to Thancred’s wounds. Mismatched irises lifted to his face, brow quirking upward. “About what?” she countered. 

“I think you may know.”

Shuri continued to look at him silently before nodding with an exhaled breath. “All right, Thancred,” she allowed, sheathing her staff. “A word in private, then.”

Getting to his feet with a grunt, Thancred walked away from the group, Shuri following. Alphinaud and Alisaie made a motion to follow, concern clear in their eyes; they knew the history between the two. Shuri glanced back at the twin, waving a hand to them and giving them a soft smile. “It’s fine, you two,” she assured. “Just a word with Thancred.”

She had always been so kind like that. Thancred never could have seen Shuri any differently if he tried. She was always smiling, always gentle and kind. She would put everyone else first before her own wellbeing. It was one of the things Thancred loved about her.

His expression hardened at the thought that flitted through his mind. Thancred realized only too late of Shuri’s adoration for him--and it was when he lost her to another. Estinien treated Shuri far better than he ever could, not shying away from the Xaela’s love for him.

Thancred had said cruel things to Shuri in regards to her relationship with the retired Azure Dragoon. 

Once there was distance between them and the others, Thancred turned to the Xaela. She was still as delicate as when he first met her in Ul’dah, yet there were subtle changes from the numerous battles she had fought. There was a certain weariness about her that he knew that one day, she would hang up her mantle. 

“What did you want to talk about Thancred?” asked Shuri, crossing her arms over her chest, her head canted to the side as she scanned him with those winter eyes. She was pale as the moon and her eyes were the embodiment of winter itself. He could count how many times he’d lost himself in her eyes, even when saying such despicable things. 

“I’m sorry.” The words left him, lacking the usual grace in which he had once dazzled her. He, too, was hardened by battles and loss. “It was not right, for me to lash out at you. To insult you and your relationship with Estinien. I...I had no right to feel envious and to hurt you like that.” 

As he spoke, Shuri listened, her expression slowly softening as her arms lowered from her chest just slightly. “You think I was hurt by that? Angry surely, but not hurt.”

Thancred’s own eyes widened at her words and Shuri took his silence to continue. “You’ve hurt me once, and only once. When I confessed my feelings for you, you distanced yourself from me. You never gave me an answer until someone else healed my broken heart. You say you have no right to be jealous--and you would be correct. We were never anything more than friends and comrades. You made that very clear.”

So that was how the Xaela saw it. After Minfilia gave herself to be the Word of the Mother, when Shuri confessed her feelings in a flurry of grief, Thancred simply kissed her on her forehead and walked away. He did put distance between them, a gap so vast that Shuri gave up and nursed her broken heart. Thancred was in the lifestream in the duration that Shuri and Estinien became close.

And Shuri gazed at Estinien in the same way she once gazed at him.   

“However...you are one of my closest comrades. And as hardheaded as you are...” There was a slight laughter in her voice now, “...well, I am still here. As are you, yes?”

Her words brought a faint smile to Thancred’s lips. Yes, she was right; she had gain far more perception than when he first met her. “Yes. As friends,” he agreed, holding out his hand.

And she took it to seal the past behind them. 

#moonie writes #ffxivwrite2023 #prompt 16 #delayed post