Purest Moon

Highly Private Independent Fandomless Original Character Loved By: Rarity Sideblog To: Universestreasures

[fatedluna]

Welcome to Fatedluna, a Highly Private Independent Fandomless Original Character Crescent Diana Kaiyo Loved By: Rarity! This is a Sideblog To: @universestreasures​ so all follows will be from there! 

This Pg-13 rated blog, at the moment, is friends only, plotting dependent, and highly private for the sake of my own comfort! Please read all the pages (Especially the rules page) before interacting!

Rules

About

Verses

Mun

Other Blogs

[fatedluna]

@prominenceprison (Melody Starter Pack Lunars Edition)

She thought she was being clever this time with her sneaking around. The young royal had spent days in her sparing moments working on a design, as she often did, but this one was to serve a practical purpose. It was the very outfit was wearing, a simple shirt, skirt, and a hat big enough to hide all of her cotton-candy locks. Like this, she could blend in with just about anyone in the kingdom, allowing her to move around freely and catch the nearest boat to the neighboring island nation to do a little exploring.

At least...that's what she thought until her knight stopped her just as she was about to board the boat...

Olivier Gaillard, the knight of bluish flames, had been at her side ever since she could remember. Crescent liked his presence. He was kind, compassionate, and honorable, all the things one would expect of a proper knight of the kingdom. Most of the time that was great. Right now just wasn't...one of those times considering he is now escorting her back to her gilded cage of a bedroom.

Crescent understands he is bound by duty, to follow the orders of the Queen and King without question. Her parents didn't like her too far from home, especially not her mother who insisted her place was in the palace where she could focus on her studies and her future. She was to be queen one day, after all. That's why they had ordered Gaillard to make sure she wasn't to leave the palace grounds, no matter what the situation was.

It was frustrating...to put it mildly, especially when she remembers the days in their youth where they both went off and visited the Suzugamori-ruled island. Those were some of Crescent's most treasured memories, ones she couldn't stop wanting to re-live over and over. She had thought Olivier felt the same, and yet...times like this makes that thought feel all the more wrong considering how he continued to stop her at every turn.

She shouldn't take it so personally. He was just doing his job. Deep in her heart, she knows that, but...She always thought he was different from all the other guards. It's why she had picked him out of anyone else to be her knight to begin with once he got promoted in the royal guard. But...right now all she can see is the cold face of a solider just like the rest, a far cry from the warm and passionate knight of flames she knew him as.

As soon as she is back in her room, Crescent throws her hat to the side, revealing her long purple and blue locks that had been braided to keep them in the hat easier as she moved past her bed to instead move to her balcony. It had a beautiful view of the city, and more importantly, the ocean and the harbor. Her hands grip at the stone railing, emerald hues glaring back at the knight with an intensity that screamed angry and upset all at the same time, a mirror of the emotions that were overtaking her gentle heart.

"Go on, Olivier. Go and lecture me like you always do when you ruin my plans. I'm ready for it. The sooner you do it, the sooner you can leave me alone." Her words come off as cold, uncharacteristically so from her. How could one blame her after what she thought was the perfect plan just blew up in her fact without her even managing to get to the docks?

She then sighs, moving her face to no longer be looking at him but instead to face the beautiful ocean that she longed for. "Do you...really think I should stay cooped up in this castle forever, like my mother does? Is this really...where you think I should be? Trapped in my own home without any say in where I can go or what I can do?"

[fatedluna]

@prominenceprison ( A little Lunars warmup)

Thunder crashed and lightning boomed outside their apartment, Crescent inching closer and closer to her boyfriend on the couch with her with every passing sound. She was never a fan of storms or any kind of loud noise for that matter. That's why she's so fortunate to have Olivier by her side, always there watching over her and caring for her like a knight would his charge. Her life was very much like a fairytale, one might say.

But...there in that lies the problem. Olivier shouldn't have to be the one to solve everything that came her way, whether it be thunderstorms or dealing with her constant stress to meet her sewing deadlines. It wasn't fair to him, not at all. She should be strong enough on her own to handle these things. Crescent may love the graceful and noble princess image she's been associated with, but the last thing she wants is to be the damsel who can't do anything but wait for some hero to fix her problems.

One of those problems that she's been dealing with has been these weird nightmares lately, ones involving dark castles, barking dogs, and flashes of red. It was...surreal, and they seemed to be getting worse by the day to the point she's been rather sleep-deprived. Not wanting to burden him with yet another issue of hers, she's been deciding to sleep in her own room instead of sharing his room with him at night.

Not being at his side, the place she feels the safest, has been difficult, even now as she moves to make distance between them on the couch with sluggish movements due to her exhaustion. However, she just...felt so guilty, so pathetic, and so...unworthy of his love. He deserved someone with a stronger heart in her eyes, someone who could be his equal instead of just dead weight. It's all the more reason she has to fight her demons on her own, to prove her image wrong despite barely being able to hold it together as it is.

"I'm...I'm going to go hit the hay, Olivier." Crescent finally speaks after several minutes of silence, standing up from her position. Anyone could tell, even in this dim lighting, just how...drained she looked. Her voice, her clothes, and heck even her hair seemed to be lacking her usual vibrancy. It was like she was a different person, or rather, a broken person.

"I hope you sleep well and have... pleasant dreams. I'll...I'll see you in the morning." She doesn't even go to give him any sort of kiss goodnight as she begins her walk to her room on the other side of the apartment, something that had always been a constant since they moved in together. That alone should signal something is wrong, if none of the other rather obvious signs didn't.

[fatedluna]

@crimsonkaiser (Cressy went go looking for her boo and accidentally runs into Toshiki prompt)

"Where are you, my sweet chevalier? Where could you have gone?”

Those questions have been repeating in her mind ever since Olivier didn't come home that night. As soon as the sun rose and he wasn't anywhere to be found, she quickly started to panic. Crescent had been spending all her time for the last few days looking all around campus for him. She checked all his usual spots, and talked to all his teachers and his classmates, in hopes of finding him and bringing him home. Sadly, her efforts all ended in failure, for no one had seen the French student.

Crescent was close to giving up, wanting to bring in campus security at this point, but then remembered there were two people she had yet to try and contact, people who spent almost as much time with her boyfriend as Kenji and Leon. Aichi Sendou and Kourin Tatsunagi were both frequent study buddies with Olivier, and while Crescent was very familiar with people associated with them like Toshiki Kai, Rekka Tatsunagi, and Ren Suzugamori, she didn't really know either of the students personally. That meant if she wanted to get any information out of them, she would have to meet them directly.

It's times like these that she wishes she used social media more. If she did, it would save her the trouble of coming to the most remote part of campus where the service fraternity they lived at was. She was a traditionalist and preferred communicating with people by calling, sending letters, or sending postcards. Her French grandparents probably were the influence on that front, she thinks.

Emerald green hues then glance down at her phone after her G.P.S. stated she was at the destination, the young woman confused. The place before her didn't look like the Pale Moon Club at all, going by the pictures online at least. What before her was not a traditional university building but rather a towering castle just hidden by the tops of the trees surrounding it. It looked like something out of the fairytales she read as a kid. Was she dreaming?

She then takes a few steps forward to try and find an entrance, but is stopped as the smell of roses hits her nostrils. Crescent's head turns towards the direction of the smell, and by doing so, she is treated with the sight of a beautiful rose garden just to the right of the castle. She's never seen anything like this over here in Japan. Though, what grabs her attention, even more, is the sight of a person standing there with a red rose in his hand, someone Crescent had known her entire life and was connected to the two people she was looking for.

"Toshiki...?" The girls speaks his name softly as she approached him. She was...confused, but not for the reason one would think. Him being in a flower garden in the middle of the night wasn't weird, not when he had a boyfriend who he expressed his love for in various ways. No, what caught the fashion expert off guard was the clothes 'Kai' was wearing.

Crescent had a talent for telling someone's personality just by the clothes they were wearing and how they wore them. It was a talent her mother said that made for a great designer. Kai was usually clad in reds, greys, and blacks, very simple, practical, and yet stylish clothes. What she saw before her was very different. Not only was he wearing blue, a color he didn't often wear if at all, but the clothes from what she could make out in the dimly lit space were...historical? They looked like something out of one of her art history textbooks. Definitely not something you could buy these days from any local store.

She can feel another wave of anxiety begin to wash over her, but the woman remained strong. 'Kai' was the only potential lead she had to find where Olivier had gone, and she wasn't about to waste this chance. With a deep breath, she gets close enough to engage in a conversation, despite something inside telling her to stay away.

"Hi there, Toshiki. It's been a while, huh?" She starts with a greeting, her nervousness and concern being plain to see across her face. "I was looking for your partner, actually. Do you know where he is? I wanted to ask if he's seen mine at all. He's been missing for days, and I'm getting really worried."

[fatedluna]

Crescent never expects anyone to do anything special for her birthday, despite the fact someone ALWAYS does. That means she's always super surprised, making her the perfect person to throw a surprise party for.

She's also easily overwhelmed when people show their kindness and care for her, so expect her to cry ALOT

[fatedluna]

@crimsonkaiser​ (I had the idea for this at work this morning so just yeeting this out there LOL)

It was an odd request, grooming a human like this. Yue specialized in grooming and caring for canines. She barely interacted with many other vampires let alone humans on a daily basis outside of her clients. Though, most vampires saw their blood servants as nothing more than dogs, so perhaps that’s brought on the request from Lord Blasteed. Still, she was in no position to refuse it, considering the person the pet belong to.

Prince Ahmes was to attend his first formal event at the blood moon gala that was to be held that evening, a sign that his health was improving. Along with his appearance, both his retainers along with his own blood servant would also be present. It is that very servant, the human male known as Tohsiki, that she is currently tending to with a brush in hand. 

The human with eyes that shone like beautiful sapphires was in poor condition. Despite the prince’s refusal to feed from him, signs of damage laced all over his body; from his arms, to his legs, to his own neck. Not to mention, he most likely was not being bathed or even dressed properily, even though he belonged to Prince Ahmes. In all honestly, he looked like a beat up doll a peasant child would play with it, one that could break at any moment.

And it made her sad...

Thus, she decided to go a few steps further than what she had been asked to do. She had prepared Toshiki a warm bath, a proper meal, and even used what remedies she had here to try and help with his wounds. It seemed out of character for the usually cold girl, one who would push away anyone who wasn’t a canine if given the chance, but...she also wasn’t a fan of needless cruelty. She understood what the purpose of a blood servant was. They were to provide blood for vampires so they could survive. That was it. What upset her was how they were constantly tortured or treated like garbage for other’s amusement or vengeance despite the fact their masters would die without what they can give, a sentiment she also feels for anyone who mistreats their high beasts.

Perhaps it is because she is more of an outsider on the deep innerworkings of vampire society, despite playing a pivotal role in maintaining it, that she has this different thinking. Yue had no reason to hate humans or see herself as better than them. Her knowledge of them was rather limited. It wasn’t necessary to her own purpose, after all. All she really saw when she looked at one was another person, and thus, she will treat a person like a person. It was that simple, really.

“Let me know if I’m being too rough. Even after that washing, you got some nasty knots in here.” She informs, currently brushing through those brunette locks of Toshiki’s. On one of her fingers lay one of the two tailsmen rings that Percival usually worse, Yue having been given one of them temporarily in case she need to tame the human. Though, she doesn’t see herself encountering a situation where she needed to. Toshiki was a gentle soul, she could tell that much just by the way he’s been this whole time. 

“You can speak freely here as well, by the way. No one is in the building other than us and the high beasts. Everyone else is getting ready for tonight. Consider yourself fortunate. Not many humans get the chance to attend a royal gala. King Alfred usually forbids any blood servants from being anywhere near the vicinity of an event like this one. He’s...He’s been very cautious since the death of the queen, after all.”

[fatedluna]

@blasterdiablo​ (Hey look Junos you got someone to cry about losing your doggo too LMFAO)

“Will you please shut your mouth? It’s improper for a gentlemen to blabber his mouth off while someone is trying to do their work.” The high beast breeder speaks as her cold blue hues glare at him, Yue unable able to tolerate Junos’ whiney complaints for a moment longer. The high beast sanctuary, a separate building from the main palace dedicated to the raising and care of the High Beasts used by the several factions of the vampire nobility, was a loud place already considering it’s residents. Yue didn’t need another source of noise, especially since she’s managed to get the beast, a pink dog named Flogal, she was caring for at the moment relaxed for her grooming.

Yes, she was the one in charge of the care of all of the canine high beasts, the most valued ones in the entire kingdom. They were the main beasts in charge of search and retrieval, and were used primarily by the Phantoms, Seekers, Liberators and the royal guard, while the feline beasts were used by the Jewelers. As such, it makes sense why Junos would be the one to bug her often, especially since he recently lost custody of his own high beast.

Honestly, after hearing his little story regarding that vampire hunter, she wanted to just throw him out then and there. Fullbau, the beast she had especially bred for the Phantoms, was one she had a fondness for. He was a loyal companion, a strong fighter, and the sweetest and most affectionate canine she’s ever gotten to work with. And now...it’s likely she’ll never see him again, all because Junos couldn’t tame him properly. 

Blasteed’s son really as a disappointment. No wonder he wasn’t worthy enough to receive a human. Granted, Yue never thought he was deserving of a high beast either. After all, it was no secret Junos didn’t take his duties seriously whatsoever. The fact he was here bothering her when he should be shadowing Prince Ahmes was telling enough. 

Did he really have nothing better to do than bother her during work hours? Honestly...this guy...

“And before you ask Jun, you’re not permitted to receive another high beast. You lost that privilege the second Fullbau betrayed you.” She brings her brush to start work on Flogal’s hairs, planning to put into pigtails again. Yue thought the style looked cute on the pink pup, one as adorable as she was fierce. She had become the breeder’s new favorite beast after the loss of the very beast whose departure from his owner she was still upset about. 

And if there was one thing everyone knew about Yue, is that she held grudges...and held them bad...

“It’s your own fault for not taking care of him and not forging your bond properily. Why else would he leave you for a human of all things?” 

[fatedluna]

@prominenceprison​​ !!!

“Welcome home!” Her voice is beaming at him as he makes his way through the doors of their apartment, only a few doors down from Kenji, Gai, and Yuri’s residence. She suspects Olivier had been over there or at the library most of the afternoon, continuing his research into vampire history alongside his two close friends. While she was certainly curious about what mystery they were chasing, she wasn’t into it enough to join in the hunt herself. 

Though, unlike Yuri, she fully supported her own boyfriend’s deep dives into lost history. Sure she worried about that he might get too lost in it and thus not take care of himself, but unlike Kenji, Olivier knew how to take care of himself. Honestly, more often than not he’s the one taking care of her, despite her best efforts to try and not rely on him so much.

“I-I made you something! Something to reward you for all your hard work lately with school and your research project.” What she’s done while he was away was a show of her gratitude. She had not only cleaned the house (after making a mess with her inexperience using a vacuum), but she also managed to make great strides in the area of baking pastries. With a sweet tooth as big as Crescent’s, learning how to bake instead of always having to go out to get her fix was a useful prospect, even if money wasn’t ever a problem for her. 

On the kitchen counter was a plate of raspberry macarons she had spent hours making. They were by no means bakery level. You could see the cracks at the top the cookies to begin with, a mark of imperfection. However, they were still tasty despite not looking picture perfect. She probably should have started with an easier recipe, like a chocolate chip cookie or a muffin, but she wanted to make one from his homeland, one the two would often share in a Parisian café whenever they’d go back for a visit.

“I-I hope you like them Olivier...”

[fatedluna]

WELP I GUESS I GOT TAGS TO DROPPP

@prominenceprison​ 💜

[fatedluna]

👀 @prominenceprison​​

[fatedluna]

@kinglanius​​ Happy Birthday Part 1! <3

She had taken a seat next to Shun on the flower-filled field, feeing the cool breeze on her face and through her wings. Calm outings like this were rather rare for the two winged individuals. Both were constantly busy with their responsibilities. In fact, the most they ever got to speak to each other was inside of Crescent’s chambers late in the evening. 

Today was a rather fortunate exception. For an opening for the entire afternoon had appeared on their schedules, and of course, Crescent had suggested they take it. Both were in desperate need of relaxation. She was too stressed out from all the lessons and events her parents had her attend, while he had been busy with his military training and missions and she could tell he needed to rest before his wings fell off. 

So, a nice picnic in a flower field on one of the local mountain tops was it was. She knows Shun probably isn’t the happiest to be here at the moment. He wasn’t exactly a fan of sitting around. His place, in his sharp golden hues, was on the battlefield. Without that, he felt as if he didn’t have a purpose. It’s why he was always training, always trying to improve himself to be of service to the military and his country.

Crescent, of course, saw things differently. She saw a place for Shun beyond the reaches of battle. What was that place? Well, it was...vague. It wasn’t like she had a position for him in mind or anything, even if she would argue he would be well suited to take over for her father or perhaps the Elder eventually. All she can see in the future she images as she stares off into the beauty of their homeland is...Shun at her side, smiling gently and holding her hand as they faced whatever may happen next. 

Or...maybe that’s just the future she wants to have.

Soft hands then glide across the grassy surface below, Crescent rather enjoying the touch of it. It wasn’t too often she got to just appreciate the nature around her. She did live a pretty sheltered life, after all. Not that she doesn’t get why. Her parent’s high position in the kingdom’s palace made her a prime target. That’s why she has a bodyguard in the first place. Still, she really needed to get out more often. This location was one of the only places she could go to without a big fight to convince them, as long as she was accompanied by Shun, of course.

Crescent then grips a blue flower with five petals, taking it up towards her face and smelling it. Oh, how it smelled so sweet and pure. Flowers back at the palace never smelled like this. There was just something so different about being among them in nature like this that instantly makes them seem much more beautiful than they would be otherwise. 

She feels this same way about Shun, his dark wings and hair looking ever so graceful and majestic as they flow in the gentle wind. Though, she could never admit such feelings. What would her father think? What would Shun think too if he knew? It was...a silent love, one she shows through her actions and kind words since that’s all she can really do...

“...I’m grateful that you could accompany here today, Shun. I...I think we both really needed this.” She speaks, twirling the stem of the flower in her hands. “The flowers are so beautiful up here. It makes me want to just lay among them forever, but...I know such a simple thing isn’t in the cards for me. The fact I’m even able to be here at all right now is...a blessing that I don’t take for granted for a moment.”

The white-winged lady’s position then shifts, not even realizing that it goes to rest her head on the lap of her bodyguard. She’s so relaxed at this point that her usual awkwardness around him when it comes to physical contact is...gone. The embarrassment from such a display will come later, but that is for future Crescent to deal with it seemed.

“I...I hope you know that I appreciate everything you do for me. Really, I do. Your efforts don’t go unnoticed. I just...I just hope I can repay you someday.”

And she will when the day Lady Ruri would be found and Shun would request to shift his position to serve her instead. Even if it won’t be what she wants, she’ll still let him go to do something that will make him happy. She loved him that much to give him up when she could have easily held onto him forever, a sign of love some say is the sign of a truly strong heart...

[fatedluna]

@blasterdiablo​ 

“Ren, I think I heard them again! I think I heard the cards!”

“You were right, Ren. The Dark Irregulars really like Tetsu!”

“We should ask the new kid to come play with us! He seems like a good person!”

“Isn’t it great that Kai’s here now? We’ve got a full team at last!”

“Nothing is going to tear us apart. Team Asteroid forever, right guys?”

“...”

“...Right...guys...?”

Images of a distant time flood through the teen’s mind as she stares at the photograph hidden in her golden moon locket. She hasn’t told anyone she’d kept on to this. The very sight of it would send Ren’s anger over the boiling point. Despite knowing that, and knowing things will probably never go back to the way they were, Crescent couldn’t...couldn’t part with it. She couldn’t part with the past, a past she longs for ever so desperately.

Everything was so simple back then; back when Vanguard was just a game and Team Asteroid were just a team of friends all wanting to play for the sake of having fun. 

If only that power didn’t appear and change things...

If only Ren hadn’t lost himself to it and his anger toward Kai...

If only she...hadn’t lost herself to that power as well...

If only she hadn’t lost herself to her own despair and fears...

Crescent soon enters Team Asteroid’s waiting room at the nationals, having been brought there by a sensation and a sight that was too strong to ignore. Ren’s images were always too strong to ignore, always swallowing her vision as her eyes would glow with that power they both shared. They were connected in a way that brought them closer, closer then they had already been as kids, but...she still feels that wall between them. 

After all, the red-head adorned in black was not the same person he was back then. The goofy yet endearing nerd who she bonded with over their love of Vanguard and strange fascination with the lore behind the game was all but covered in a black abyss. She used to feel such sense of ease whenever she was alone with him like this, like she could tell him anything. These days..it was quite the opposite. 

“You...You wanted to see me, Ren?” She speaks, unable to hide the somberness in her tone. Crescent had been unable to truly smile since the day Asteroid was torn apart, when she had first realized the dangerous power of the ability she and Ren had found. It’s what had caused her to lock up her deck and say she just...couldn't play Vanguard anymore. Ren had blamed that fact on Kai, further igniting his flames of hatred, but that wasn’t the truth. Far from it. 

How could she tell him about what she saw? About the civil war raging on Cray? About the looming threat? About how she was too scared of losing her self to the images Psyqualia showed her to the point where she’d never return to reality? About how she didn’t like when he forced his images on her? 

About how she was...scared of becoming a monster like him?

[fatedluna]

kinglanius​:

Shun had been incredibly focused with the task at hand. He had only felt it right to have mastered this skill considering all she had done for him over the years. There had been countless times Crescent had mended countless things for Shun; everything from his uniform to himself. She was a very capable woman, who didn’t need his help for much aside from physical protection. Because of that; when Shun had once noticed she had a difficult time brushing her hair at times when they were still children he had decided what else he could do for her then and there. 

It was then he vowed to master his skill with the brush and comb as it were but another weapon. 

Only once the tool flows through her locks without a snag does he break his silence.

❝ It’s not a matter of kindness, ❞ The royal guard retorted, a slight embarrassment hanging on his tone. Somehow, Crescent always somehow managed to break past that wall of professionalism Shun tried to maintain. ❝ It’s just… that I owed it to you to get better at this. ❞

Shun sets the brush aside, having finished with it. He now busies his hands by playing with the now smoothed ends of her hair, twisting them around his fingers. The strands refusing to tangle no matter how he tried. He seems to be doing so subconsciously as he ponders his next words and moves. 

❝ It’s not enough to just protect and preserve, ❞ The ebony-winged young man muses aloud. Finally, he raises his golden hues from his now finished task, raising them up towards Crescent from the vanity mirror before them so their reflections stared back at one another. ❝ I wished to do something more. But I’m afraid I was never good at much aside from protection and preservation. ❞

He notices he’s been staring at her reflection for a moment too long now, and he quickly casts his gaze aside before the burning sensation in his chest can show on his face.

❝ Although perhaps I would have mastered the skill of hairdressing far sooner if it weren’t for the high difficultly scale your birdnest of head had made for me in our younger years. ❞

She remained still as he finished his work, being in awe at just how beautiful and straight her hair was. Crescent’s cotton-candy colored locks were quite the handful to groom on a daily basis, so much so that she often wondered why she didn’t just cut it. Her hair was shorter when she was little, and while it didn’t look bad per say on her, something about it being long and flowing just felt right. 

Though, that didn’t mean the maintenance of it was easy. Luckily for her, she had a little birdie watching over and did all he could to help. Shun may not see his determination to learn as kindness, but she certainly did. He was a kind person. It wasn’t always shown, especially when it came to the battlefield. But when it was there, it was there. And Crescent had a front row seat to it all these years. 

“You need to stop being so hard on yourself, Shun. You do plenty for me, even if you don’t realize it. Just you being here with me..is enough. After all, when you’re here, things don’t seem so...lonely.” She says, looking out towards the window outside. Her father and mother were protective of her, overly so. Why else would they assign her a bodyguard, despite not being of the Elder’s family? 

They wanted her to remain pure, her smile to never fade from her face and her pure white wings to never be stained by tragedy or war. However, their protective gilded nest over the years has become more like a cage than a home. She could get anything she wanted by simply asking, but the thing she wanted most was out of here reach, even after being well past the age where most fledglings leave the nest.

In all her years, she’s never went anywhere without an escort. On top of that, she’s only been outside the palace a few limited times for festivals or events. It made her question what the point for her wings even were if she couldn’t use them to soar as the other citizens did? What was so bad out there that she needed to be guarded from? Regardless of her asking, she only received vague answers. And that...was frustrating more than anything.

Shun’s presense made things tolerable, thankfully. Having him by her side allowed her to not feel so trapped, so isolated. Maybe that was her father’s true intention for pairing them up together all those years ago, or...perhaps it was that he trusted her safety with the strongest sword he had at his command. Crescent couldn’t say. All she knows is that she enjoys having Shun around, and life without him would be miserable.

If she could wish for anything, it would be to never lose him. She couldn’t lose him. Little did she know it would be her who would let him go in a few short weeks...

“B-B-Birdsnest?!” Her own face is turning red, the noble girl instantly embarrassed by his little jab. “It...It wasn’t that bad, was it? I-I do my best to brush my hair out before I go to bed! You watch me do it! By the time I wake up though, it becomes like a puffy tangled cloud! It...It’s like it has a mind of it’s own, I swear!”

She then hides her face with her hands, doing all she could not to face him in that moment. Emotions she felt often but pushed down slowly came back to the surface as she then sighs defeated.  “I...I really I didn’t and still don’t mean to make things difficult for you, and I’m not just talking about my hair. I know you’d probably prefer clashing swords with Yuto at The Nest over being stuck here with me a lot of the time. For that, I’m sorry...”

[fatedluna]

what’s  your  personality type ?    

ISFJ (Crescent)

You're an ISFJ. Cute, I guess. I mean there are plenty of cute doormats out there. Sorry not sorry but I have to tell ya the truth heh. Standing up for yourself won't hurt you, yk, no one would get mad. I don't think anyone would even care if you rejected that ugly guy/girl in second grade. Being me a won't end the world.

ENTJ (Yue)

You're an ENTJ, and you all are so pathetic for real. You always try to act so tough and bossy but you secretly cry yourself to sleep every night. You hate criticism, not because they're wrong and inaccurate as you say but because you're hypersensitive to it, I swear criticism makes you tear up every time. Come on, no one believes that you're a dom, just admit that you're a sub that...nevermind, I don't want to make you cry today.

Taken From: @universestreasures​ aka me. 

Tagging: Anyone who sees this on this.

[fatedluna]

@fatedthunder​​

The young LDS student was sitting in a café in the heart of Downtown Miami, kicking her feet as she slurped a delicious soda through a straw. It wasn’t often she got the chance to go out like this, her social life not exactly being the best. Though, Crescent knows the goal of this outing isn’t for simple fun. She had business to discuss with the purple-haired male sitting across from her. 

“Um...thanks for coming, Akihiro. I...I appreciate it. A-And don’t worry about the check. I’ll pay for whatever you order. Take it as a thank you for doing so much for me.” Mr. Akaba gave her access to his company's credit card, and while Crescent didn’t like abusing it, she had to repay someone for their services someway if he won’t accept a regular payment, right? 

The younger man’s offer to help her solve the mystery of her forgotten past for free was one that was way too kind. She had a desire to know where she came from, and what the occasional flashes she sees mean. Crescent certainly stood out amongst her classmates, both due to her connection to the Akaba family and her seeming to pass all of her XYZ courses without needing to even try. Her emerald hues glance to her deck, grasping it lightly in her hands as her gaze shifts to look at Akihiro again.

“Also, as you can see, I brought my deck like you asked. Did...Did you want to take a look at it?” The girl asks, stretching it out towards him. Crescent can hear the voices of her cards whining in response to the action, the spirits not exactly like being touched by other people than their duelist. Crescent made sure to tell them through their bond that he was a safe person. Even in the short time she’s known him, she’s come to trust Akihiro after seeing just what kind of person he is through their interactions. Not just anyone would offer to do a case like this for free, you know. 

If there was anyone in this city she would trust to handle her treasured Purery and Melffy cards, it would be him. 

[fatedluna]

How long had she been asleep this time around? Did she miss waking up during her last life? Last two, maybe? Yue can’t help but wonder as her consciousness slowly awoke in response to surging pain throughout her new reincarnation’s body, it now laying bruised in an ally way in an unknown place. Icey blue hues are the ones that open up this time as the soul takes command over the body for the first time, Yue slowly rising to her feet as if the pain from the crash meant nothing.

Despite her slumber, she isn’t unaware to the situation. Her host’s memories were shown to her in her dreams, allowing her to experience everything as if she had lived it herself. Crescent Diana Kaiyo was certainly a special host. She looked exactly like Yue once did in her first life, a direct reincarnation of her soul. That fact, along with seeing the girl’s pure and innocent personality and pain she kept hidden behind smiles, made the spirt desire one thing above all else: to keep this girl out of harms way and crush those who dared tried to hurt her.

After all, what other purpose did she have left to exist?

Before she can even get a moment to get used to her surroundings, the woman senses strangers approach. They appear clad in blues and golds, all matching uniformly as if they were all cut from the same cloth. Her gaze shifts to look at their arms, all adorning duel disks. They were not the same rounder model she had seen in Crescent’s memories, instantly getting her suspicious. Why did she see such a look of hostility in their eyes? Could they sense her power? Doubtful, but still a possibility.

“Who are you, and what happened here?” One man asks, gesturing to the damage walls from the dimensional wormhole crash. 

“Did you cause this destruction?” Another accused falsely, Yue’s reaction remaining unchanged as she stared them all down. 

“We’ve been sent by the Leo Cooperation to take you in for questioning. So, if you will, please follow us, miss. Otherwise, we will have to take you in by force.” Not even two minutes in this place and she is already being threatened? Luckily for her she’s used to this kind of welcome, and is prepared to do what is needed.

“Guess I don’t have a choice in the matter. What a shame. I was hoping my first battle would be against worthy foe, but I suppose you’ll have to do.” A blue aura begins to envelop her being, her hair flowing in the energy she makes. Her eyes light up in the darkness of the night, as if she was a predator about to pounce on her prey.  “Let’s dance, shall we?”

And so began her first battle of this life, one where she did not even have to whip out her cards that were oh so eager to join her on the battlefield...

-----

“So, I’m guessing you’re the one who sent those goons after me? I was expecting the boss of presumably powerful organization to be someone...older, but I’ve learned to never judge one by their age.” Yue’s voice echoes as she appears in a flash of blue glitching light, her powers clearly still needing some time to awaken after being dormant for who knows how long. It took her quite a few teleports to get to right room in this building, but she figured the big boss would be at the top. They always were.

Amethysts eyes framed by crimson red glasses stared into her icy blue ones. He may appear to be a teenager physically, but even Yue could sense whoever this boss was that he was not a regular man. Running a company with as much influence as she presumes his has is a feat not often seen. That just made her question all the more where exactly she was. This certainly was not Heartland. That much she knew considering it was not in the midst of a war...

“It was quite impressive that you managed to get your way in here, and through some of my top men. You have my congratulations on accomplishing such a feat. Though, now I must question what exactly you are, and where you are from.”

“I have some questions I’d like answered as well.” The woman approaches his desk, arms crossed over her chest with a sharp glare in her eyes. “For instance, I’d like to know why you sent those men after me not even a few minutes after my arrival. You must have eyes and ears all over this place if you were able to react so fast, but for what purpose would you feel the need to send so many to greet me? Unless...you were expecting some...unexpected guests from...out of town.”

Even though it was subtle, she could see a slight reaction in the other’s body language. It wasn’t her first run in with the ultra serious stoic types. Living so many lives has taught her many things about reading the signs, a useful tactic to learn your surroundings and find out if you are dealing with an enemy or a potential ally. This guy could be either, depending on how this goes. Yue is ready for either possibility. 

“Your arrival sent off a massive surge of interdimensional energy. I simply sent my people to investigate the source of it. That is all.”

“Inter...dimensional...energy?” Eyes widened in surprise at his words, knowing his use of the word is important. What did that mean exactly? Where exactly did she end up?! 

At her reactions though, the stranger makes a slight smile. Seems he too was good at reading people. “Your look of confusion at my words tells me you do not know as much as I would have assumed, or...that you are the enemy I seek to protect this world from.”

She subtly grits her teeth in annoyance. His vague statements were starting to get on her nerves. Not only that, she didn’t like being kept in the dark. The more she didn’t know, the more her ability to protect her host would be hindered. Feet swiftly move towards his desk next, Yue’s hands slamming them without any regard for the expensive objects on it. 

“I don’t have the patience for this! Tell me what you are going on about, now! Unless you want the same thing to happen to you that happened to your goons!” 

She stares at him for a moment, the ferocity in her eyes not wavering for a second. However, what he does next catches her off guard. His own eyes close, a hand gestures to a seat behind him. He was...surpassingly calm, not intimidated by her in the slightest. “I have no objections to an information exchange. Please, take a seat.”

Yue blinks. Was he serious? It was...that easy? Something seemed fishy, but she decides to go along with it. After all, it seems like this person was the only one who has the information she needs right now. Time wasn’t exactly on her side, either. The last thing she wanted was for Crescent’s spirit to awaken.

“We should begin with proper introductions. My name is Reiji Akaba, the current president of the Leo Cooperation here in Miami City. And what might I call you?”

Yue’s gaze shifts to the side, obviously avoiding the question. She is debating as to whether introduce herself as Yue or Crescent. Though, this guy has seen her form, probably would certainly note the personality, eye, and hair shift back when her host awakens. The last thing she wanted was to have the innocent be charged with her own actions.

“...Yue. To you, I’m Yue.”

“Alright then, Miss Yue. Tell me, where are from?”

“I’m from...” She takes a moment to ponder on it, digging through her own knowledge base built from Crescent’s memories. “Heartland.”

“Heartland?” 

“Yes. I’m guess you’ve never heard of it before, considering I have never heard of any place called Miami City prior to you mentioning.”

“Let me ask another question of you, then. What...summoning method do you use? You are a duelist, are you not?” 

Her hand instantly moves to her duel disk, taking the deck out and flipping through the cards. Images of her Dream Mirrors, the spirits who have fought alongside her for so long now, appeared in her hands. These were not the cards her host uses. Those spirits seem to be hiding for the time being, hiding until their duelist returns to control this body once again. So, she makes the appropriate answer.

“XYZ.”

“I see...So, you are from there, then.”

“There? What do you mean? Does...does it have to do with that interdimensional energy you spoke of before? Am I from-” 

“Another dimension. It appears that you are, and if you truly use XYZ summoning, then that must mean you are from...the XYZ Dimension.” 

“Xyz...Dimension...?” His words truly rocked the spirit’s core. Since when were their more than one dimension of humans? She knows of the world of human and spirits, but not...not this! What exactly happened when she was asleep?!

“That’s right. You are from one of the other dimensions other than this one.”

“Other...You mean there is more?!”

He nods. Reiji moves to show her a display on his monitor to go along with his explanation, moving his finger in time with his words. “This world is known as the Standard Dimension. Your home is known as the XYZ Dimension. Aside from our worlds, there are two others that exist: The Synchro Dimension and...The Fusion Dimension.” 

“Standard...Xyz...Synchro...and Fusion...That’s...one world for just about every summoning method.” He made no mention of Ritual in his explanation. Did that mean it was apart of this world, or was it a constant in every world? This entire thing was all so confusing, even for someone who has seen many things in her entire time existing. “How...how is that possible?! And how do you know about all of this?!”

“It is information I gathered from research my father left behind, developed in pursuit of his goal of interdimensional conquest.” 

Hearing those words flash memories in the spirit’s mind, memories that are not her own but are vivid all the same. She sees Heartland being destroyed. She sees citizens running from their lives from an army of mysterious dueling soldiers, and she sees...people being turned into cards before her very eyes. A hand clasps over her mouth as she bends over, Reiji’s expression shifting in response to the sounds he hears of subtle sobs.

“My father has finally made his first move sooner than I expected, then.” He then stands from his desk, his red scarf flowing behind him. Her position is stagnant as he moves closer to her, kneeling at her side and using a hand to lift up her face. His movements are so gentle, a stark contrast to the serious cold of his expression. 

“Yue, please. Please tell me what happened to you...and your home.” 

The tale is then told, Yue slowly delivering the play by play of events. Reiji shares his own knowledge in exchange, speaking about his time a few years ago regarding his unexpected visit to the enemy’ lair and what he learned there. Turns out his father, known as the Professor, was leading the Fusion Dimension to wage an all out interdimensional war to conquer and unite all the other dimensions through the power of dueling. It all seemed so familiar to her, and yet so different from what she’s experienced.

It’s moments like this when he appears in her mind, ever hanging over her existence like a shadow...An ever present reminder of the scars of her past...

“Yue.” Reiji reaches out his hand to her, his expression filled with determination after the discussion they had regarding the chaos caused by his own flesh and blood.“Will you fight? Fight along side me as one of my Lancers against my father’s ambitions? Fight to save the remaining two dimensions from the same fate as your home? Fight to perhaps...save your home?”

Icey blue eyes stare at his hand for a brief moment before taking it, her gaze displaying her own determination. As a Fusion duelist herself, she does not appreciate people using it in such a way. Sure, she used her own power to fight battles, but only against enemies who dare threaten the innocent. The Fusion dimension soldiers were battling everyone and anyone, the opposite of what any supposed ‘noble warriors’ should do. 

“I have one condition that must be fulfilled before I agree, Reiji Akaba.”

“What is it?” 

“You must promise me keep her out of this battle. Give her a peaceful life that was taken away from her by your father’s cruel ambitions.”

“Who are you referring to? Is there another person who came to this dimension with you?” 

She moves a hand towards her chest, fingers gently moving to reveal what is hidden behind the golden moon of the locket. Inside of it is a photo, a photo of Crescent Kaiyo and all of her companions: Shun Kurosaki, Ruri Kurosaki, Yuto, Kaito Tenjo, Allen Kouzuki, and Sayaka Sasayama enjoying an outing in the park together. Her finger moves to point to Crescent in particular, focusing on her emerald green eyes that are not the ones he’s been gazing at this entire time.

“This is Crescent Diana Kaiyo...the true owner of this body. For I am nothing but a spirit bound to her, a spirit whose only purpose is to protect her from harm.” That’s how she is choosing to explain her situation, anyway. It was not a lie, but it was not the whole truth. However, it is just enough to hopefully get him to understand her reasoning. 

“She does not know I exist. No one in any world does except for you, now. I want it to stay that way. I will fight as one of your Lancers against Leo Akaba, while she will remain off the battlefield to instead know nothing but peace and happiness.”

“How do you plan to do such a thing, when her heart is already wounded by the scars of war?”

“I plan to erase her memories.” Yue says, somberly closing the locket shut. “I plan to erase her memories of her past. For when she awakens here, she will be given a fresh start. You will help me give her one, yes?”

Reiji’s own eyes close, opening them up again after a moment to reveal Yue’s own hand stretched out this time. And with no hesitation, he shakes it. “Yes. I accept your condition. I will ensure she will no longer suffer.” 

“Good.” She breaks away from him then, moving to walk away from his desk towards the couch in his office. Her body then gently lays upon it, in a stable position for her host to soon inherit. Yue plans to switch over control in just a moment, giving Reiji the perfect chance to introduce himself to Crescent and make up a scenario as to what happened. She will be none the wiser to this or any of their future conversations, as it should be.

“If you ever need to speak to me, simply say this phrase to Crescent. Tell her ‘Mirrors reveal the truths of our souls’, and I shall appear post haste. Until we next meet, Reiji Akaba. I am counting on you.”

The eyes of the spirit close, the same light blue aura appearing once more. Crescent’s hair grows back to it’s normal length, and as it does, the picture in her locket and all the memories associated with it and her past...begin to fade away as if they were only fragments of a dream she would never recall...

[fatedluna]

kinglanius​:

Shun doesn’t cry. He hasn’t shed a tear of sadness, joy nor pain since the passing of his father and entry into the military oh so many years ago. But the way he sinks into the crook of her neck, allowing the weight to fall off his shoulders for the first time in a long time… If there were tears to be shed it would be then, but still his eyes remained dry.

She was the only one… He could allow see him in such a state. Not even Yuto has seen him crumble, not in a way that Shun would allow in any case.

His knees buckle at her touch and he drags her down towards the floor with him. He’s so incredibly tired, it was as if years of unrest have unfolded on him all at once. The battle between himself as a soldier and a sibling has been far more taxing then any war he had the honor of partaking in.

Crescent had been the first victim of the battle Shun waged with himself. His sister now being the second. How many more would be hurt before he could settle the storm raging inside his heart..?

❝ Who… Who do I fight to bring an end to this war waging inside myself..? ❞ He asks quietly, his words humming small vibrations into her shoulder. In a battle between the iron-willed soldier Kurosaki verses the compassionate and kind brother and friend Shun… It’s clear to him who prevails. ❝ Everywhere I go… is my battlefield. At Lady Ruri’s side, even in your private chambers… I cannot let go of this hatred in my heart. ❞

It was as if he was struggling to allow himself to relax, his wings an open book to the emotions he hid, nestled away into into the crook of Crescent’s neck. His dark wings changing between a proper closure against his back and relaxing to her caresses in cycles, unable to decide if he should allow this vulnerable state to continue or not.

He couldn’t help it. This tipping of scales within himself– Whenever he was hurt he would always revert back, rely on the cold soldier Kurosaki to protect his fragile heart. She had bore witness to this struggle since the day it began back when he was still a young enlistee.

❝ …It’s happening again, ❞ His voice remains low, but is now devoid of most emotion, coming out with a sort of acceptance rather than defeat. The voice of a soldier who had now accessed the situation, rather than that of a heartbroken brother. ❝ My battle– it– it isn’t over yet–

But once it is over… Perhaps then… I can… ❞ The solider in the arms of a past love then speaks openly, even if only for her to hear this once, each word losing steam as if the thought alone wasn’t for him to finish. It wasn’t the thought of a steeled warrior, but of the hopeful young man buried deep under the scar tissue of his damaged heart. ❝ –Would you still be waiting for me… I wonder… ❞

He’s grown silent now, his wings now stopping their dance to fall loosely against his back, his wingtips touching the ground due to not sitting diligently in a formal position against his back. Seems he has tuckered himself out, leaving Crescent in an awkward position of holding him. -

Shun was the type of man to never give any warnings. He always just did what he did without informing anyone of anything before hand. You would think she’d be used to it by this point, and that he wouldn’t catch her off guard anymore, but that just wasn’t in the cards. Emerald hues go wide as he brings them both down to the floor, her expression shifting from shock to sudden concern as she feels the tension in the air.

“!!!” A small squeak escapes her lips at his movements, Crescent able to feel their softness in the crook of her neck. Cheeks suddenly flush a vivid pink at the contact. He had never done this kind of action before with her, an action that typically was reversed for those who were either in the process of or already had been courted. Did...Did this mean that he-

Once again she is given no time to process as he begins to speak again, her attention quickly shifting to understand what he is saying. His words cause her face to somber and her grip on him to tighten ever so slightly. They are words she’s heard before from his lips. No other soldier in the entire kingdom took his position and rank as seriously as Shun did. He followed every protocol to the letter, dedicating himself to his training, and showing the upmost loyalty to those under his charge. She’d knows that better than anyone, or at least....did know that in the past.

“𝐻𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝓂𝑒! 𝐻𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉!”

A quiet voice sparks in the back of her mind, a voice of pain and sorrow that she continued to represses and refused to listen to. Crescent knows it’s not that simple. She knows Shun felt he owed Ruri a debt, a debt he felt like he had to pay by offering his loyalty to protect and care for her. It was a loyalty he did swear to the seamstress yes, but only because her father placed him in the position. His vow to his sister was from his heart. That was the key difference that she used to rationalize her acceptance of the situation, no matter how much her own heart broke.

Shun’s shift to a gentle voice then drowns out the crying one in her mind. A tone such of this was a rare sight for the falcon, one she had not heard since they were younger. The soldier Kurosaki seems to have melted away for a brief moment, giving her a glimpse of the true spirit that laid behind the pain and weight of his dark wings.

“Shun, what are you say-” Her words are cut off by the slumping of his body, Crescent now forced to shift her position to try and support him. Even with all the self-defense training she had done with her father to wield an Axe, her upper body strength was pathetic. Still, she does her best anyway, keeping up the gentle soothing of his back as her focus returns to his well being and not her own. 

“I’ve told you this before, Falcon.” A sigh escapes her lips. “I’ve told you the day you left my side to go and bring Ruri here, and the day you asked for me to grant you leave from your duties as my bodyguard. It doesn’t matter if it’s hours, days, months, or years. I will always be waiting for you to come back to me. I swear it to you. So please, don’t worry about me.”

The heartfelt statement is a contradiction, but one she says regardless. Deep down, she wants him to worry, to care, and to be there for her. She wants that more than anything. However, it is a selfish luxury she, who sees herself as nothing more than a burden and whose happiness doesn’t matter compared to others, cannot afford to have. Much like him, she hides her own demons. Hers just so happen to be ones she represses with smiles. 

“I don’t know what you are intending to do a-and I won’t ask you what it is, but...you need to recover your strength first. Please, don’t be stubborn about this.” Crescent then shifts her position, doing her best to get both of them to stand to their feet. Her gaze shifts towards her bed in the other end of the room, the same bed he stayed at the side of every evening he was in her service. 

“You...You can stay here with me if you want. I...I doubt you want anyone seeing you like this, especially not your sister or best friend. The bed is all yours. Take it, Shun. Okay?”