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MOON·ES·CENT (Adjective) Having a luster resembling that of the moon in its many phases.
Spontaneous activity multi-muse OC blog. I'm just here to have a good time and write with good people. Triggering content may be present, including religious horror, substance use, toxic relationships, etc. But lots of good slice of life stuff, too. I love shipping and I'm a sucker for unrequited love.
-Syd, 29 [1996], they/them. Mutuals only. I like to crochet and play video games.
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Working hiatus until late November!
This just means I’m going to be active behind the scenes. I meant it when I said I wanted to rebrand and draw more inspiration from classic tales. But it is honestly taking me longer than expected to rewrite things. I’m almost finished with Carmichael’s story, but I’ve still got Hinata and Xavier to work on. I’ve been making voice memos for myself when I drive to help me sort out ideas I have.
But anyways yeah!! Everything is on hold until I finish my retellings. I’m hoping it won’t take me until the end of the month, but I’m giving myself wiggle room because it’s taken me over a week to work on Carmichael.
So I’ve finished up with Carm and I’m mostly done with Hinata. I am trying to let my bios be somewhat open-ended and vague because I want to develop my muses through roleplaying and headcanons.
Xavier and Ula I will be taking a pause on until I figure out what direction I want to take with them. But anyway I’ll probably be moving blogs later? I haven’t decided if a fresh start on a new blog is what I want or to just totally overhaul here.
Working hiatus until late November!
This just means I’m going to be active behind the scenes. I meant it when I said I wanted to rebrand and draw more inspiration from classic tales. But it is honestly taking me longer than expected to rewrite things. I’m almost finished with Carmichael’s story, but I’ve still got Hinata and Xavier to work on. I’ve been making voice memos for myself when I drive to help me sort out ideas I have.
But anyways yeah!! Everything is on hold until I finish my retellings. I’m hoping it won’t take me until the end of the month, but I’m giving myself wiggle room because it’s taken me over a week to work on Carmichael.
I saw del toro’s Frankenstein in theaters over the weekend and it was phenomenal. And it’s got me thinking about how I’ve read a lot of the “classics” (gothic horror included) and various folklore and I think I want this blog to reflect that more. Two of my muses are already inspired by existing stories and I think I want the rest to be as well. So I’m gonna be reviewing the literature I own and potentially reworking some of my muses.
I am working towards this. I will be making changes to both Carmichael and Xavier's stories and Ula is going to be shelved for now. I just don't know what direction I want to take Ula at the moment, but they may make a reappearance later on. I'm also gonna change my url at some point.
Alright consider:
Azrael is added to the cast (mmaybe), possesses a doctor and uses dark magic and medical knowledge to create the perfect being to overthrow god. He thinks he’s grabbed the heart and brain of an executioner for his creation, but he’s actually implanted the heart of a priest and the brain of an executioner. The result initially is a creature that is hellbent and violent and destructive and follows orders. But the heart eventually prevails.
Carmichael: The Creature.
What are your thoughts
I saw del toro’s Frankenstein in theaters over the weekend and it was phenomenal. And it’s got me thinking about how I’ve read a lot of the “classics” (gothic horror included) and various folklore and I think I want this blog to reflect that more. Two of my muses are already inspired by existing stories and I think I want the rest to be as well. So I’m gonna be reviewing the literature I own and potentially reworking some of my muses.
Good morning yall lets get this bread, I’ll be here this afternoon
My sister gets married Friday, so the latter half of the week will be busy. But today and tomorrow? Let’s goo, let’s get caught up on drafts (hopefully; manifesting)
Work this week has been busier and I don’t have many spoons. I look at my dash like “wow! Writing.” But my brain is like hhhhhhhgg
@moonescent for Ula
Sometimes it's quite interesting for Atieno to run into varying travelers when they are moving across the universe. One never knows exactly the kind of individuals that they were likely to encounter along the way.
During a certain stop to pause for a little bit, they found themself very curious about how this individual's travels actually were going. But maybe being more.. observant in their statements was more of a better approach starting off.
"There's always something interesting to learn about people ... I think it's always fascinating to see what they get up to and why really. Even if there's no clear reason, there's these patterns in their behavior that I think is really interesting."
“Oh, yes.” Ula replies in a mellowed voice, never taking her eyes off of the ocean as the two sit on the deck of their little houseboat.
The water rhythmically pushed against the boat, causing it to rock soothingly like a baby’s crib by a loving hand. It made Ula feel content and drowsy with delight. She takes her time giving a complete response to Atieno. If Atieno was trying to get a what and why from Ula specifically, it went over their head.
“There’s a man that visits the the souviner shack by the beach every Saturday morning to buy a collection of shells not native to these oceans. Then, he comes down onto the beach and tosses the shells out onto the shore.” A bemused grin lazily lifts Ula’s lips. “Beachgoers show up later and find them. They are so happy. They don’t know the shells aren’t a natural occurrence on these beaches. The man sit backs and watches from a distance.”
Ula finally lifts her gaze from the dark waters to Atieno’s face. “I’m still trying to figure out the why.”
Might make new icons for Xavier just because I don't like how I styled them back in the day. Or find a new faceclaim that looks similar. If anybody has recs for a masc faceclaim with piercings lmk
you didn't have to do that. / for xavier from axel
I'm Kind Because I Choose To Be. | Accepting! | for @attroxx 's Axel!
Xavier gives a small wave of reassurance to the kid he’d just given his fast pass to. The kid smiles brightly before skipping off towards one of the horror attractions at the park. It wasn’t a big deal; He was given two passes to the park as a sort of thank-you gift for doing a set at a nearby nightclub. He still had the other.
“Nah, it's cool. Kid’s doing me a favor. I don’t do horror stuff at theme parks.” Xavier pulls his gaze away from the kid to lock eyes with the employee that’d commented on the DJ’s action. “I saw this early 80s’ horror film called The Funhouse when I was like, 8, and it scarred me for life. The prosthetic work on the monster dude’s mask is sick, though. Spooky.”
As Xavier digs into his pocket to find the other pass to hang around his neck, he takes in the employee’s appearance. He looked like something straight out of The Funhouse, save his face. Xavier wears a lopsided grin. “Might be cool if you got a replica mask and tried it out here. I bet the old folks would show up for it.”
"...Lotta things," he chuffed, expression softening just slightly. "Better question'd be wha' problems ain't I havin'."
And how to explain! How, indeed, to explain the politics of Red Hand operations, the regrets of deals he wished he'd never made, lives he regretted taking, the many more he ruined, the many others he had yet to ruin, secrets he'd stolen, betrayals, lies; How to confess, how to tell... but he'd never been any good with words, and no matter how much he wanted to, he had no tears to shed.
Lids hung heavy over stormy gray, and the frustrated fox settled back down in his seat, arms crossed tightly over his chest as exhaustion set in. He knew he needed to start small, that perhaps admitting to a small thing would be enough long enough for him to get some sleep, sort it through, unclench his jaw, relax-- But he didn't know how to do that. He never knew how to do that.
"I'm...Haven't slept in four days. Haven't eaten in jus as long. Dunno wha' day it is neither. Prolly late on deliveries fer those bastards again. I'm tired. I'm just-- tired."
The caretaker within Carmichael shrieked internally upon hearing the young man hadn’t eaten or slept in several days. Had the troubled man been a more mild tempered person, Carmichael might’ve shrieked aloud. Rather than creating more problems Carmichael focuses on the ones he can fix. He brightens a little knowing that he could provide food, water, and shelter. Counsel, too, once the basic needs were met. There was no good in discussing emotional anguish on an empty stomach.
“I’ve got a jam donut with your name written all over it.” If he knew his name, that is. Carmichael chooses to list the other edibles in his kitchen, scrunching his eyebrows together in the process. “Leftover shepherd’s pie, a couple of boiled eggs, stewed potatoes and carrots, part of a baguette..”
Carmichael rises from the pew, knees popping in the process. He holds out a large hand for his new friend to take. His tone is softer now, as if trying to coax a kitten out of hiding. “The Church is a sanctuary to all walks of life— My cottage next door, too. Won’t you come have a meal with me? A full belly can do a lot of good for a troubled mind.”
【 明彦 ;; akihiko 】 ❝ It’s nice to meet you, I’ll do my best to take care of you tonight. ❞ It’s a phrase most of the workers at Komachi are used to uttering, well at least the ones who take on these services seriously as a job and not for their own pleasure as well. Akihiko was definitely the former, seeing this as what it was, his job. It didn’t take long for the table to be set up, the reason why this particular massage table was one utilized by the business and prevent clients from waiting too long to begin what they had requested.
As he finished laying down the soft, clean sheet he heard the question from Mateo. The raven turned. Seeing Mateo was now closer to him, his eyes locked with Mateo’s briefly before he instinctively glanced away. Not out of bashfulness, in fact he’s not sure himself why his first instinct was to break their gaze. Perhaps it was the client’s eyes in particular, how they looked to observe Aki almost as if staring inside of him to decipher the man.
❝ If that’s what you please, it can be arranged — however it’ll incur an additional fee. ❞
A smirk forms on Mateo’s face when his company looks away from him; His intense gaze and serious questions resulted in the desired effect. Wordlessly, he begins to remove his shirt to prepare for the massage. Mateo’d had half a mind to request Akihiko do it, to further watch the young man squirm, but he decides against it. His curiosity for the young man’s career choices was stronger than his desire to cause discomfort.
Mateo rolls his shoulders once they’re free from the confines of his tight dress shirt. “Are you wanting to open your own practice one day?” He’s referring to massage therapy. “Or do you prefer this job that mixes business with pleasure?”
If it was pleasurable for Akihiko, that is. Mateo’d heard mixed things from people in this line of work. They were paid to pretend. He cocks his head to the side. “Or perhaps you wish to be an actor. This job requires you play a role, no?”
And i shit you not the pasta was creepy
Hey whatre yall doin today
I went to a fall festival today and met the goat that produces the milk for my favorite local body butter. Her name is Moonshine and I gave her a banana to thank her for her hard work. I also got a new coloring book I’m gonna crack open when I get home.
Unrelated but I am grateful to the people that follow me and interact with me even though I disappear for months at a time without a word. And I know I'm not great at maintaining a conversation with other writers. But I was thinking about that when I was writing my headcanon for Xavier earlier and I've determined that I put an unrealistic expectation on myself to fit this persona of what I think is the "ideal" writing partner for everyone else: Exclamation points! Talking about our muses 24/7! Apologizing when I don't respond to messages but also acting nonchalant! Positivity!
But in reality? I want to send my writing partners stupid memes and make poop/fart jokes and talk about living with IBS and being a dumbass because that's who I truly am and unapologetically so. So I guess like? I'm going to try to let go of that unrealistic expectation of myself because it's so draining. I'm ashamed to say that I have stopped responding to other writers mid-conversation because I can't maintain the plastic persona. It's so dumb. It's so weird because 12 years ago on tumblr rp I was my true self with other writers. Idk what changed. But anyway.
So yeah. From now, on I guess I'm gonna dramatically state "I'm gonna shit my pants" at any minor inconvenience in life and just be a dumbass because that's just what I do.
Mental health/Physical health headcanons! Content warnings for: Disordered eating, gender dysphoria
On the longterm effects of ano''rexia nerv''osa on Xavier's health and wellness. Xavier has been in recovery from his ED for nearly 8 years, but most of his formative years were spent engaging in disordered eating. This has had lasting effects on his health.
Physically. Xavier's bones never developed to their intended mass and strength and he's been informed that he is at high risk for developing early-onset osteoporosis. He eats a lot of protein and takes a vitamin D supplement to maintain his bone density. He gets regular bone-density tests.
He has a weakened heart. He has recurrent arrhythmias, though they have lessened in frequency in the last few years of being in remission. He used to get bouts of increased heart rate and dizziness frequently. He goes for regular check-ups with a cardiologist.
Mentally. While Xavier has been in recover for 8 years and has a relatively healthy relationship with food, the thoughts still creep in. As someone that also lives with OCD, many of his obsessions involve worrying that he'll gain weight and feminine curves after eating. It's always been about the fear of developing feminine features. The wide hips, breasts, etc.
However, the compulsion is no longer to avoid eating and is instead to internally belittle himself. He eats the trigger food, but he feels bad about it afterwards. Often times, you will catch him whispering to himself something like, "It's okay to eat this. This food will nourish my body," if you're sharing a meal with him. It's a coping skill, it helps make more rational thoughts and decisions.
He's very private about his ED, despite his behaviors being suggestive of otherwise at times. It's a sore spot for him that he's ashamed of. It is not something he will deny if someone asks him about his odd behaviors about food, though.
