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[bluu-m0on]

~ The Dusk Finally Sets ~

 ❥ About Me:

Heyo~ I’m BluMoon! - fellow brain-rotter, - professional daydreamer, - closet simp, - Architect.

・・・・☆ ・・・・

☆ Currently playing:

Genshin | AR60 > Asia Server > (Idling) > V.1.5 PLAYER

Wuthering waves | Lvl 72 > SEA Server > (ONLINE) > DAY 1 PLAYER

☆ Who I simp for:

Genshin: Alhaitham | Ayato | Diluc | Kaeya | Thoma | Wriothesley

Wuthering waves: Xiangli Yao | Brant | Jiyan

Love and Deepspace: Sylus | Zayne

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[butteronabun]

i want to ask the amazing flins population: what are ur headcanons for flins’ terms of endearments?

my light, moonlight, hell yeah so so good — i’ve heard these and they’re so so good, but i think what KICKED me in the guts so far was treasure dearest and dearest treasure i 😭🫶🏻✨✨

[bluu-m0on]

Let’s see… let’s get the obvious ones out the way: darling, dearest, sweetheart (when he’s being an imp)

i saw one fic that he called the reader ‘starlight’ too, and i was so sold on it! (link!! https://www.tumblr.com/6rescents/799308620938575872/again-and-again-and-again-just-one-more-time | 10/10 fic, would reccomend!)

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💬 11  🔁 14  ❤️ 179 · again, and again (and again, just one more time) - teaser! modern!au flins x reader, best friends to lovers, universit

Then there’s: My gem, my ember-light, beloved moonbeam, my nightingale, and little candlewick

[butteronabun]

@7amplight’s fic mentioned~ ✨ but yes. starlight is also so so good how i can I FORGET !!!

little candlewick is so cute WHAT. can i steal this. OH MY GOD all of these are so sweet OH MY GOD!!!!!! your brains are all so so huge omg

[bluu-m0on]

Yessssss! Lets be moots while we’re at it! :3

[butteronabun]

i want to ask the amazing flins population: what are ur headcanons for flins’ terms of endearments?

my light, moonlight, hell yeah so so good — i’ve heard these and they’re so so good, but i think what KICKED me in the guts so far was treasure dearest and dearest treasure i 😭🫶🏻✨✨

[bluu-m0on]

Let’s see… let’s get the obvious ones out the way: darling, dearest, sweetheart (when he’s being an imp)

i saw one fic that he called the reader ‘starlight’ too, and i was so sold on it! (link!! https://www.tumblr.com/6rescents/799308620938575872/again-and-again-and-again-just-one-more-time | 10/10 fic, would reccomend!)

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💬 11  🔁 14  ❤️ 179 · again, and again (and again, just one more time) - teaser! modern!au flins x reader, best friends to lovers, universit

Then there’s: My gem, my ember-light, beloved moonbeam, my nightingale, and little candlewick

[enchanthings]

◦˚~ ANIMATED MOON & STARS DIVIDERS ~˚◦

Requested by: @inkyprince Info: these were all drawn/made & animated by me. please reblog/like if use!

[bluu-m0on]

Using this!

[were-ralph]

New REBLOG Game

Just fucking lie about the previous poster

[let-the-stars-guide]

@dreaminghours is a Venti simp

Oh @bluu-m0on come play

[bluu-m0on]

[let-the-stars-guide]

@bluu-m0on HATES WRIOTHESLEY. And much prefers Sethos than him. <3

[bluu-m0on]

The way my eyes grew wide at the slander 😂😂

@let-the-stars-guide see this girlie is 100% a Childe stan, pretty much down bad as donna is for diluc, can confirm, trust me bro. 🙂‍↕️✋

[let-the-stars-guide]

HOW DARE THEE!

YOU TAKE THAT BACK. NO ONE LIKES ED SHEERAN!

@bluu-m0on

[bluu-m0on]

[were-ralph]

New REBLOG Game

Just fucking lie about the previous poster

[let-the-stars-guide]

@dreaminghours is a Venti simp

Oh @bluu-m0on come play

[bluu-m0on]

[let-the-stars-guide]

@bluu-m0on HATES WRIOTHESLEY. And much prefers Sethos than him. <3

[bluu-m0on]

The way my eyes grew wide at the slander 😂😂

@let-the-stars-guide see this girlie is 100% a Childe stan, pretty much down bad as donna is for diluc, can confirm, trust me bro. 🙂‍↕️✋

[were-ralph]

New REBLOG Game

Just fucking lie about the previous poster

[let-the-stars-guide]

@dreaminghours is a Venti simp

Oh @bluu-m0on come play

[bluu-m0on]

[let-the-stars-guide]

Oh. My two Moots if ya'll wanna play. You can pass it on to ur other moots as well!

Ask Me!

Tag games!

@bluu-m0on

@dreaminghours

[bluu-m0on]

Yoo no. 26!

[bluu-m0on]

Selfship work to get better at drawing and rendering. Also, happy birthday to mah boi!

Yes, that’s grape juice in the glass. I’m allergic to liquor.

“I suppose you’ll be leaving for home in a moment?”

“No. Another glass please.”

“Another glass. 🌙BluMoon, May 2025”

[bluu-m0on]

Reposting for any of my followers and moots to see!

[bluu-m0on]

Selfship work to get better at drawing and rendering. Also, happy birthday to mah boi!

Yes, that’s grape juice in the glass. I’m allergic to liquor.

“I suppose you’ll be leaving for home in a moment?”

“No. Another glass please.”

“Another glass. 🌙BluMoon, May 2025”

[let-the-stars-guide]

Calling all moots, let's play a quiz!

What's your love language?

Quiz

Calling @bluu-m0on @dreaminghours

[bluu-m0on]

Thank you for the tag!! ✨✨

I got….

Im somehow not that surprised?? 😂

[let-the-stars-guide]

Hanahaki Event!

Hello! This is a writing event that me and my moot @bluu-m0on are hosting ☆

@bluu-m0on

What is Hanahaki?: It's a fictional disease that someone gets when they develop feelings of unrequited (potential or confirmed) love for someone. Usually this ends in tragedy but somrtimes can end happily.

Types of stories and endings?

Angst with a happy ending, Angst, Misundersrandings, Arguements, Funeral, Person A's previous crush gets Hanahaki after Person A gets it removed. Person B chases after Person A after just realizing their feelings for person A.

Types of Hanahaki tropes:

Memory wipe(forgetting who that person even was that you cared strongly for previosly)

Emotionless permanently(after effect of Hanahaki)

Death(choosing to not get it removed)

Fandoms this is open to.

Genshin Impact

Honkai Star Rail

Wurhering Waves

Obey me

Other Tropes about Hanahaki

I know how I feel about you now trope: (the person you previoisly loved recieving Hanahaki and relasing that they loved you TOO late.

(Scenario 2)^As relation to this trope: the person who rejected you that now has feelings, coughs up your favorite flowers.

You have freedom to choose a prompt below that will be numbered for this Hanahaki stort that you want.

Rules

For this event, it's combined with the choose a number, from the ones listed below. Tell me which prompt you want, what character you want it for.

Example for anyone confused and needs and example, here we go!

Ex: Hi Rii, can yo

Numbers

1. Don't leave me before we day goodbye.

2. You said that you loved me

3. I'm sorry for bothering you with this.

4.I'll always be waiting for you

5.Fading Away

6.I can’t keep doing this with you (Argument)

7.Are you tired of me yet?

8.What were you thinking?

9.Nostalgia

10. The only regret I have from this, was giving a fuck about you.

11. I’m the problem aren’t I?

12.We can make this work right..?

13.Stay with me please

14. (for familial angst) I’m your family, I should be more important than (insert character name)

15. All you do is nag just shut up

16. I can fix her/him/them

17. Escapism

18. They never even said goodbye.

19.Invisible to you

20. Words left unsaid

21. Get out and don't come back.(Anger)

22. I can't help you if you don't tell me anything.

23.Trying doesn’t solve anything

24. I'd wish for you to disappear for 5 minutes.

25. I'm sorry.. forget about me.

26. If we get reincarnated someday, come find me again?

27.I don’t want to feel

28. They can’t talk to you right now?

Why? Oh cause they’re dead (Iykyk reference)

29.I wish things could go back they way they used to be

30.Stop telling me to be like them, I’ll never be like that.

31. Tonight you belong to me

32 . I want to go home to where (character name is ) can you take me to them.

Ex: Hi Rii, can I request number 1 and 3 for (character name)

The story will be written out with the prompt that you selected.

Any questions please contact me or Blu ( @bluu-m0on )

[bluu-m0on]

Hiii! I’ll be doing a writing event with a moot of mine! Lmk if y’all want a request done!

[bluu-m0on]

Hello! Sorry if I wrote something that didn't make sense. I'm not an English speaker and I don't know much English. But, after seeing your story of Brant I had a thought about another Greek story, about Dionysus and Ariadne, I think it's because my recent obsession with Brant makes me imagine him as Dionysus and more so because of how in the story of this God meets Ariadne. This thought came over me so strongly that I wanted to share it, I love your work and how your story made me delirious enough to remind me of that story 🩷✨

Oh wow, Really!? I didn’t know that story was similar to my fic, that’s so cool though!?

Thank you so much for telling me! May my brainrot feed more good delulus! ✨💕

[writingmaz]

Writing Tips

Punctuating Dialogue

✧

➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.

“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”

[herstories]

omg this is so helpful

[writing-prompt-s]

!!!!!!!

[bluu-m0on]

Demigod!Brant (Hercules!AU) I’d like to thank @let-the-stars-guide for this idea, suggestions, and her feedback in making this fic come to life!

Synopsis: The city of Thebes has never been a place where peace was an option until a warrior: The Flaming Returned, rose up to the challenge and restored it himself. Amidst the praise and the reputation he garnered for himself, he always finds his way back to a humble tavern you work at.

Word count: ~2.3k

Author's notes and disclaimers: - I let this fic marinate in my drafts for a good while. I wanted to try something a little different with this one since I rewrote the setting to be a mix of ancient Greece and Solaris (right after the Mortefi fic too no less). I also used some terminology that might be unfamiliar. I've left the footnotes for the terminology at the end of this piece. - I don't speak or write much in English, even if I'm fluent in the language. Please be aware that my grammar and/or vocabulary might be faulty in some parts. I've revised this with @let-the-stars-guide a few times, but I'm confident that I didn't manage to correct every single mistake. - yes. I am ***horribly*** down bad for this man. Jesus Christ. The gist of the fic's setting is that: - The sentinels are about the same in-game, just seen as similarly as Greek gods. - Resonators are more or less seen as demigods. Where if someone managed to get a forte, it is said that the sentinel has "blessed" them in a way. I really didn't want to elaborate this much more in the fic since that's not the main focus, but I did use it for some context in writing. The setting is almost the same as the one in Disney's version with some rewrites: - "A hero comes to a crime-ridden town to improve the lives of the people in it to prove his worth." I kept this one in. - 'Meg' (as the reader), was rewritten differently compared to the source material so that this version of the character ('(name)') made sense in the setting. So no, this isn't a Meg!Reader fic. Not to my knowledge anyway.

*"I will face the world fearless, proud, and strong 'til I find my hero's welcome right where I belong."

God knows what you expected when you first met Brant. He was, to say the least, theatric, with how he carried himself around the *polis and among the people of Thebes, always with a confident gait and a smile that never seemed to leave his lips as the masses sang their praises of him as a hero: The Flaming Returned.

Surprisingly, you met him in one of the *apotheca, right by the *amphora where the town’s wine was being audited. He didn’t look like much then— a lot leaner and unkempt; truth be told, he looked more like one of the carry-boys for the old merchant who ran the inn right down the block. Yet, despite his frame and incompetence, he managed to save you from being dragged away and mugged by the thugs in broad daylight. He had no sword on him, but he fought them anyway. One punch after the other, he picked them off one at a time.

How a carry-boy like him managed to beat the crap out of a bunch of thugs like it was nothing is beyond you. Better to believe that it was the blessing of a god, nothing short of a miracle.

He offers you a hand— calloused, firm, but kind. “Are you alright?” He asks kindly as you pick yourself up and dust off the dirt on your clothes. “I’m alright.” You reply, just as concerned about him for any injuries. Seriously, how the hell did he manage to get out on top and unscathed?!

“Do you know those people by chance?”

“Not a clue. Thank you— by the way, for saving me.”

“There’s no need to thank me. I had my eye on those guys for a while. They’ve been hanging around here to steal what they can, I’m guessing.”

“Then you best be on your guard, then. Thebes is not exactly friendly— Or kind, for that matter.”

“Then you’re lucky enough to have met me then. The name’s Brant.”

“(Name).”

And thus, followed a camaraderie between the two that blossomed through chance encounters and unplanned run-ins at the *kapaleia, where you’d find out his penchant for wine, that you’d swear he would be a close companion of the god of wine himself.

Where you'd usually be behind the counter serving food and drinks, you find yourself resigned to keep him company for an hour, right in the middle of your shift no less.

It wasn't like the passed-out drunkards could order another cup. Right?

The tavern was lively with the bustle of drunks and patrons after a long day of work, as orders piled up quickly as the night wore on, with money to spend, and mead to drink; Yet you found yourself keeping Brant company across the bar top among the rest of the men and women who gaily lost their sense of time to the hands of lady liquor herself, inebriating even the strongest over a few kisses with just a few cups.

Not like he's immune to her temptation either, but thankfully his tolerance to alcohol is a little better.

No *amphora full of wine is safe around him. Not when he has coins to spend generously. You note one evening, right across him while he downs another cup eagerly.

Unlike the others, he’s got an ego but not enough to be a complete narcissist. He’s charming— charismatic enough to have any woman swoon over him at barely a glance, yet he never used it to his advantage— always carrying this air of honor around him.

One particular night was when you caught a glimpse of his humility.

"Why do you try even bringing peace to this place?" You ask, taking one mug cup after another off the tables to be washed before you clock off out of work. You think it was the liquid courage doing all the talking about heroism, chivalry, and honor, but you were only met with a far-off gaze cast down towards his drink and a wry smile as he swirls the amber liquid in his cup.

"... Because I have something to live for." The words fall from his lips in a soft mutter, half laced with wine and the other half... frustration? yearning? determination?

He's quiet for a moment before he chugs the liquid gold with an audible gulp, making his throat bob and somewhat easing his mind after downing the cup.

You don’t catch what he mutters under his breath right after.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand; and before you can apologize for bringing the topic up, he puts on a practiced smile once more to steel himself, yet his eyes never looked more lonelier until now.

A coin or two for his thoughts, bless him. It might be best to ask him more when he's sober.

With a renewed resolve, He pays for the drink and thanks you for your company, before getting up and leaving the tavern wordlessly; whistling a farmer’s tune into the night. You clocked off work not too long after.

Unbeknownst to you, he would face the Lernean Hydra the next day. the thing had been wreaking havoc in the countryside for a while now, rumored to have taken the children captive with no one to save them.

Who else was more fit for the job really? He thought.

A screech of a beast echoed across the grassfields before it went completely quiet. A man stands alone with a relentless fire in his hands amidst the several snake-like skulls rolling about around him, right before the monster's necks where each base had been cauterized.

The smell was foul, but meant that the fight was over.

Upon the last fall of the Hydra's head with a searing cut, the people let out a deafening cheer. His sword's embers are still somehow unflickering in the shade of the monster's cadaver right by the base of a hill, marking the first of many victories to come.

Brant had come out as the victor that fateful afternoon. Alone, but alive despite it all. The Flaming Returned had come to burn the strife with his own hands.

It's nothing short of a miracle that the city of Thebes finally has someone restoring order and peace once more among its people and managed to live to tell the tale. Finally, an unlikely hero.

The bells ring from a distance, and the captive children are freed.

Finally, peace. Finally, safety.

Lately, the criminal activity has gone down significantly ever since Brant stepped in to resolve most of it that ran rampant down the streets and in the corners of the darkest of alleyways, never the one to leave stones unturned and crannies unchecked; like flames that burned through the strife and the dust on the marble walls of the city, passing through the cracks, leaving no area unlit.

Rumors of a righteous warrior in Thebes spread like wildfire, lighting the darkest of Thebes as if he were a torchbearer, illuminating the way for those who found themselves in trouble to guide them back to safety, all the while keeping the city safe from the discord that loomed over the city outskirt’s horizon.

No doubt this was the same man who had saved you months ago— the same Byzantium eyes with a head crowned with cyan, and his sandalled feet strutting down the street with his head held high and a sheathed sword on his right, while his left hand swung with every confident step he took, donning that mile-wide grin that came so naturally to him, like wildflowers that bloomed wherever they pleased under a cloudless sky.

Unashamed, unshackled, unperturbed. He seems a lot more glorified these days.

Popular as he may seem, you don’t doubt his honor as a hero, nor do you doubt his kindness— not after the few rendezvous you've had with him, though these days it's been a hassle keeping it on the down-low with his reputation and infamy.

Despite the glory and adulation he gets from the crowd, he still returns to that bar seat across the counter where you work.

From running into him months back by chance, he's found a friend in you amidst the newfound infamy, always lending a hand and fending off the thieves from ransacking the mead before you can get them inside. You learn he was raised in the countryside - not too different from the one he freed from the Hydra's havoc, and was found by an elderly couple right by their hut. He was adopted and raised to be a good man, albeit blessed with a little more strength and power than the average man— much like those fabled resonators you’ve heard stories about growing up, heroes who received the blessing of the sentinel.

As for his real parents... he doesn’t say much, and you don’t bother to ask or pry him about it.

He's still the same guy that saved you months ago, just with a huge following, and maybe a prospect or two on his trail trying to get his attention; yet somehow, he still looks out and asks for you after everything. Compared to him, you’re stuck in a familiar routine over the few years you’ve worked behind the tavern counter, much like the trade winds against the ship’s sails. Barely changing, but comfortable enough to know where things are headed. God knows why he still comes around when you’re a server in the bar he frequents, stuck inside listening to tales of him from frequenters and drunks as if he was a Greek regalia.

"You're still working behind the counter? Come now (name), surely you've got something better to do with your time!”

“Brant, it's only been a few months since you took down that monster. It's not as if I've got any place to get a job. Besides, where else would you actually find me for drinks, hm?"

"Serving drinks and lending both your ears to woes that are worth three! All behind a counter no less! Had I known better, you're an unsung hero to many!”

He lifts his cup to toast to you, and your eyes meet his.

“For your quiet service, and to the truest camaraderie you’ve given to people like me.”

Your cheeks warm up over his sincerity as he chuckles boyishly, shining a toothy grin from across the bar top, head propped up on his hand and leaning slightly forward. You cough awkwardly, trying to offset the growing joy in your heart.

“Thank you.”

You glance down and eye the floor. Have the tiles always been this dull? You polish the cup a little firmer.

“Don’t mention it. Another of the house specialty please!”

And there it is again, that bright, mile-wide grin rivaling the sun itself. You roll your eyes and chuff.

His cheek hasn't changed at all.

“… There’s the guy I know.”

You start working on his order exchanging a few jokes and jabs while you busy yourself; missing the way his cheeks flush as you get back to fixing his order like clockwork. A Nectar of the Gods for the hero who sat patiently on the other side of the bar top— "Nectarwine", as he liked to call it personally, watching the amber flow down the new cup in your hands, already smelling the sugar-sweet concoction wafting in the air once you put the rest of the mead back with the rest of the batch on the shelf.

Amidst the glory and praise, he admittedly found comfort in this little routine with you, sharing his day with you at least once a week after a hard day defending the city from tacet discords and criminals.

No matter what had happened to him, he'd always find you preparing drinks with practiced ease, ready to lend an ear and let him tell his daily tales after he orders another cup.

All behind a counter… He thinks to himself.

A kind smile on your face, a chortle here and there from his jokes, and a gentle reminder from you to watch his intake right after you give him his cup. He can't help but respond in kind, softly:

"You know me too well already. I can handle it, don't worry."

It’s no stranger to you that he always orders multiple times as per usual, with the claim that you've given him a cup from a better batch. Another one for the road, and another just to maybe keep you around for a little longer. Maybe.

He looks up from his cup, drunk on the sugar and liquor, while he lays his head on the bar counter, thanking the sentinel that you're too busy to notice him looking at your back. The color of the mead you gave him never looked prettier against your skin as you poured it into a cup every time, and he swore you'd look good in gold, though he wouldn't admit it now.

Was it really the Nectarwine that tasted sweet? or was it the company you provided him without hesitation? No, he's not blushing; he's only red because of the mead.

It’s his turn to cough, yet he can't help the stuttering beat on his chest. Have you always looked this stunning under the oil lamp's firelight? or has the liquor gone to his head already?

“Say (name)?”

He can't help but feel bold. it's now or never. You turn around and face him, setting down a clean cup back on the shelf.

“Yes?”

“How about we meet up some place else after your shift?”

“Oh? What for?”

"You look like you could use a break. Making and serving drinks on a daily must be awfully boring. What do you say?"

He grins, almost sheepishly. Brant, shy? That's new. You smile his way, chuckling over his sudden concern for your well-being. You cross your arms loosely and scoff lightly. For a moment, he's nervous.

Were you fond of him? He wonders. It's his eyes turn to flick up to yours, only to find that you're kinder than he thought.

"If there's anyone who needs a break, I think that would be you, Brant."

Terminology + Citations:

*"I will go the Distance (reprise)" - (sung by) Robert Bart, Hercules 1997.

Polis — greek city

Amphora | Amphorae — two-handled jar or vase, typically with a large oval body and a narrow cylindrical neck, used for storage and transport of liquids and solids like wine, oil, and grain.

Kapaleia — bars and taverns of ancient Greece.

Apotheca — storeroom for wine, herbs, and spices.

so uhh... part 2? Reblogs and hearts are always appreciated! Thank you for reading! ©bluu-mo0n. All rights reserved 2025.

[sapphireicecream]

White Day💌🐈‍⬛

[bluu-m0on]

@ethereal-moonglow he’s looking for you.

[let-the-stars-guide]

Putting different songs over scenes in Wuwa

@bluu-m0on

[bluu-m0on]

Ooh lord this hits hard yo—