Moontant

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[chloedeckar]

You know, it’s true what they say. Behind every great man is a strong woman.

[panstarry]

[cindy-clawford]

[lunarbomb]

The moon was high in the sky, it’s light showing her tired class the way back inside. Since astronomy dealt so much with the moon and stars, she felt it was irresponsible to not hold at least one class outside every week. Her students on the other hand...she wasn’t sure how much they appreciated the experience. Still it would help them in the long run, especially since she preferred to base her tests on the current sky rather than the old textbooks. Carefully packing away her telescope, Aoife smiled as the moon emerged from behind a cloud and bathed the grounds in a white light. 

She glanced over at the quartz and moonstone charge on a nearby stump, glad to see they were indeed in the direct line of the moonbeams. The full moon had passed a week ago and she knew the new moon would be upon them soon enough; with the school’s history she would rather be prepared. The sound of a twig snapping caught her attention and she scanned the apparently not so empty grounds. “Ya can come out y’know, Ih know yar thar.”

[cullanshound]

Yule || Open Starter

[lunarbomb]

cullanshound:

“D'fhéadfadh an olc spurn agus d'fhéadfadh an ghrian ar ais.” Cu said, responding with a similar greeting to the red-haired woman, in Gaelic. He responded as well, giving a few hand motions of greeting for someone who knew the religion and customs. Even in modern Ireland, some wicca and traditions persisted, so perhaps if she wasn’t practicing she would still be aware. 

Cu took the small bag, grinning at her oddly warmly as he raised it up to his nose and took a small sniff. It was perfect smelling, and a hum escaped his lips, “Thank ye. Oi see ‘nother from th’ ‘omeland is ‘ere. And… keeps ta th’ old ways, or at least knows af ‘em.” He waved her on to follow, taking his own mug and the sachets, prepared to spread them about as she had suggested, and to show her where to set out the cookies along with the other baked goods and snacks he had gathered for the celebration. “What’s yer name, if ye don’ mind me askin’? An when did ye git in? Oi’ve not ‘eard af many of me countrymen bein’ ‘ere ‘til recently.”

“Ya speak Gaelic?” she asked, surprised. “Tá áthas orm bualadh leat,” Like most in her town, she’d grown up surrounded by English and Gaelic until she was fluent in both languages. Since it was slowly dying out across her homeland, it was a pleasure to find another who spoke it so well. Following him around the tables, she smiled as she placed her cookies with the rest of the familiar Yule baking. 

 “Ih’m Aoife. Ih heard there was a Yule celebration goin’ on an’ Ih couldn’t not join in. It’s been a while since Ih’ve celebrated with a group.” Taking another deep sip of wine, she nodded at his comments. “Ih’ve only jus’ got here ‘bout two weeks ago but Ih’ve been talkin’ with the professor for over a month. How abouts ya? Ih must admit, Ih’m rather surprised to find someone else celebratin’ Yule of all things here.”

[lunarbomb]

looseyfriggingoosey:

“Come on, come on, come on,” Lucy tried to coax quietly. The pitbull would have none of it, though. She had just taken the dog out for a walk with a few others, but now Stan was the only one refusing to go back inside. He just laid on his back, waiting to be scratched, but after 10 minutes of appeasing the dog, Lucy had to hide him away before he was caught. 

“Want a treat, Stan?” Lucy asked the dog, with her hand balled in a fist as though it was a treat. Right at the moment a person walked up and she dropped her hand back to her side. “Oh, uh……is this your dog?” she asked trying to deflect, even though the dog was now licking at her flip-flops.

Smiling softly at the girl in front of her, Aoife crouched down next to the pitbull and offered him her hand. “Ih’m afraid Ih’ve never seen this pup before - are ya sure he’s not yers?” The dog - Stan - hesitantly at her hand before going back to the girl’s flip flops. Aoife laughed before standing. He reminded her of the Clancy’s dog back home - he too was a glutton for any sort of food. “Clearly the power of food is too much for’m ta resist. Ih suggest ya give’m the treat t’avoid yer sandals bein’ eaten.” 

[lunarbomb]

leechitallaway:

Pillow Fort! | Open

Jimmy shuffled about on his hands and knees, making his way through the rather large fort he’d constructed in one of the common rooms of the campus. It was large enough for someone his size to freely move about, as well as the adults of the campus. Only Colossus would truly have to squeeze through the place to avoid toppling it.

Poking his head out to grab one of the many cushions he gathered, the boy spotted an intruder to his fort that he smiled up at, cheekily. “Want in? Password!” He said, a laugh quickly following.

Satchel hung over one shoulder and apple in the other, Aoife was heading to her room, planning on grading papers when she passed the very impressive pile of pillows. Ducking under what looked to be the entrance way, she gave a small shriek when a boy stuck his head through the cushions. 

“’Mmm, let me think,” she said, quickly recovering from her initial fright and furrowing her brow more than was necessary. “Might it be open sesame? ’Tis the only password Ih can think of.”   

[moon-yean]

poldark | demelza’s songs

[vavaharrison]

She looked wild and unkempt, for all afternoon, shamefully neglecting Prudie and the turnips, she had been out lying in the grass of another hayfield on the high ground to the west of the house, staring down at Ross and the men working on the hill opposite.

[tiffanyachings]

Poldark rewatch: 1x03

I wonder you do not think of marriage, Captain Poldark?

I dare say I shall in due course.

[vavaharrison]

1.03 

[lucybaird]

come back, my love, come back

[loveofromance]

Raised from the gutter to be a great lady? I’ll never be such a one — an’ what do I care?

[cullanshound]

Yule || Open Starter

[lunarbomb]

cullanshound:

The smell of cooking pork began to waft through the air, and the low sound of chatter from the few that came early to participate dimly echoed about as the trees cracked with the wind and the bonfire let off a warm glow. Decorations of Holly and Mistletoe hung about and were strung about the tables as a small alter lay used near the center. That part was more for Cu, and the blood from the pig had already been covered to hide it away, shamefully, from those students with sensitive stomachs. 

The professor closed his heavily lidded eyes and offered a quiet prayer, once more to his gods, before taking a long sip of the honeyed wine he’d purchased for the occasion, feeling the warmth move down his throat and fill his belly. His eyes opened as he smiled in renewed spirits, suddenly spotting the person before him. “Didn’t see ya there… Happy Yule.” He handed over a mug of something warm and alcoholic. “Drink up.”

Moving through the light snow, Aoife smiled at the familiar sight ahead of her. She half expected to see her mother laying out the altar, candles flickering in the cold winter air, her reddish hair blowing in the wind. Of course that would mean she’d gone back in time to Ireland which even for her was impossible. Her soft bag rustled against the tables as she stepped into the light of the fire and nodded at the few who were already within the tables. Spotting the dark hair of the man who’d put on this celebration, Aoife headed towards him. 

“Thank ya,” she said, taking the warm mug into her bare hands and lifted it towards the fire. “May the evil spurn and may the sun return.” Her small prayer given, she brought the wine to her lips and sighed as the warmth spread to her very fingertips. “Ih’ve brought a few sachets ta spread ‘round the tables if ya’d lihke.” Aoife reached into the bag slung over her shoulder and pulled one out to show him, the smell cinnamon and bayberry and oak rising from the burlap. “Ih’ve also brought some cookies.” 

[pillowdolly-blog]

        ＰＯＷＥＲ ＳＥＲＩＥＳ :              MENEKINESIS.

                                also referred to as ’ lunakinesis ’ &OR ’ moon manipulation ’.

                     night calls to you & as a faithful follower you walk out into the moonlight ; only                       a nightgown on your form as bare feet gently pad along the dirt path. the moon                      is your  sacred weapon  & your holy  religion ; a  divine  object within  the dark                      sky  guiding  a  path  as  it  cuts  through  the  darkness. controlling  gravity  is                      within  your  grasp — alternating  your weight  from light as a feather  to heavy                      as a  boulder. the ocean tides ; wild  &  unpredictable ; are  now  a tool  in your                      arsenal as the ebb  & flow is  directed by the moon. & while  silver light  glows                      giving you  a godly  appearance ; your  power  grows stronger in  the  heavenly                      body’s presence. you are  mystic : with artemis’  bow & selene’s  beauty every                      one’s  head turns  as  you  wander  through  the  city  bathed  in  resplendence. 

[stephaniemaguire-blog]

STELLE LIKES POWERS — lunar manipulation [ˈluːnə/ məˌnipyˈlāSHən] 

(n.) the ability to manipulate lunar energy..

Also known as lunakinesis and menekinesis, lunar manipulation is an intriguing ability. After the Sun, the Moon is the brightest object in the sky. For thousands of years, it has had great influence iin language, calenders, art and mythology, while its gravity produces the ocean tides and the minute lengthening of the day. A user of lunar manipulation is known to create, shape and alter all aspects of the Moon, meaning it can greatly effect planets and time.

Lunakinetic combat is an option they can take, but very few lunar manipulators follow that path. Their peace and understanding is unrivalled; they’d only fight back if it was the only option. It is for this reason that menekinectics are often overlooked and considered weak in the eyes of others. They are great companions, sidekicks, and it is this role they flourish in. The moon and it’s cycles are helpful with those associated with emotions, blood, illusions, shapeshifting, and fertility. 

Because of their placid nature, lunar manipulators do not have any enemies, nor do they have any known weaknesses. Since their abilities are tied to the Moon itself, cycles must always be taken into account. Their powers are at their peak during a full Moon and, during a new Moon, they are rendered powerless. If a user plays with lunar energy too much, they also run the risk of developing depressive disorders. The Moon is a very fragile toy, one false move can cause disaster.

[zandraart]

sublime