#incosmos

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Spacey day at the office #theartistryofnails #thebungalowchico #chico #gelextentions #noacrylic #odorless #kokoist #gel #moon #moonstone #presto #magneticnails #naildesigns #nailsofinstagram #incosmos (at The Bungalow)

[soulful-muses]

It was a beautiful evening in the city that Spatrius wasn’t familiar with. She wasn’t familiar with Earth for that matter. She had only just landed on the planet not too long after escaping some of Koji’s men. She wasn’t quite sure if she lost them- or if they had followed her here, so she felt obligated to keep a low profile. She held a hood over her head to mask as much of her identity as she could, all the while holding a few books she had taken and some papers in an incomprehensible language- it almost seemed like it was just a bunch of scribbles and symbols. Nothing anybody on this planet would understand, and definitely something she would have to keep secure and close to her. She hugged her pile closer to her as she looked downwards, watching leaves brush past from the gentle breeze pushing them along.

She sighed slightly, gazing around a bit while still staring towards the ground. She hadn’t SEEN anyone around, which was a good thing. She just had to find a place to hide for the night. Out at night with little to no one around would be bad in her case. If one of Koji’s men found her…. If someone just as bad as them found her… It would be game over.

Though, despite her thinking she was roaming the streets alone at this time, she found herself not moving forward anymore, rather she had stumbled back, almost losing her grip on her stack of books and papers, catching a paper that just about blew away with the breeze. She quickly looked up, taking a step back in immediate fear that she had just bumped into the wrong person to mess with. Different words ran through her mind of what to say. What was the word? The word they used when they wished for forgiveness?

“..... I-I’m…. S-S….orry.” She pieced together through hard thought. She at least tried.

[lunamnoctem]

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❝While we prefer the winter and cold weather, that was just dreadful... we can still feel the ice froze to our wings and horn...❞

[lunamnoctem]

Drabble under the cut! Feel free to read, as it pertains to Luna and Nightmare Moon~ Please do not reblog! Like if you have read, and feel free to send what you think via ask! <3 

It was so cold. So lonely.

How many years had passed? She couldn’t tell. She didn’t even know whether it was day or night back in Equestria. There had been a certain numbness attached to being sent here, to this prison. It was so difficult, being stuck here, but soon she realized there was a pattern. She came as Nightmare Moon, but soon found herself behaving like Luna… Then Nightmare Moon again, then Luna. The pattern continued on for some time, and the dark alicorn was beginning to lose her grasp on who exactly she truly was.

But right now, she was Luna. She had walked along the cold surface of the Moon for days now- or was it weeks? She memorized each crater, rock, crack. Every single one- this was her home now. She debated on naming a few pebbles after ponies she cared for deeply, but shook the thought away. This would just make her miss home more than she already did. Her wings were tattered- perhaps an affect from the blast of Harmony given to her. They were healing, slowly. Her magic was useless here, otherwise she would have just teleported back home. Back where she was happy, where she could apologize over and over and beg to be set free. But no, she was stuck.

Dark circles were evident underneath her eyes, surprisingly so given her naturally dark coat. She couldn’t cry anymore, she had already done that far too much. Her voice was hoarse from all of the shouting. Countless times, she tried to cry out to her sister, begging for help, begging for her sun’s warmth… But to no avail. The Royal Canterlot voice was merely a whisper in this infinite cosmos. The stars mocked her, shunning her for her disloyalty towards her subjects and those she cared for. So now, Luna sat and gazed out towards Equestria, tired gaze fixated upon the bright planet.

“Do you hear me?” She croaked, wings laying flat at her sides, her coat and mane seemingly saturated and dull. Icy blue pools continued to stare out towards her home, ears pricked for any sound of recognition. From time to time, she could have sworn she heard Celestia’s voice… Perhaps it was her imagination, but a lullaby? Unfortunately for her sister, sleep was hard to come by on the moon. She spent her first few years sleeping, and she was no longer tired, but she was exhausted. It took effort to stand and walk, so she spent most of her time sitting, star gazing. She has memorized every sparkle, every constellation. Each tells a story… Sometimes, they spoke to her, telling their tales or omens of the future. She didn’t care.

“Tia,” Luna whispered yet again, grunting as she heaved herself onto all fours. “Please, let me come home…” The mare shut her eyes tightly, shaking as she tried to summon a spell, anything to let her speak to her sister… But nothing. A sigh shook her frail form, legs trembling as she accepted defeat and sat down yet again. “Celestia, I’m sorry.” She murmured, letting her head drop down to rest upon her forelegs. A chill ran down her spine, and the feeling of dread and fear gripped her heart like a winter breeze.

“Poor Luna… She doesn’t care for you anymore, don’t you know?” The tone was that of a purr, a facade of comfort as it etched its way deep into Luna’s heart. She knew the voice all too well.  Squinting, the young mare sighed and furrowed her eyebrows. “…Is it time, already?” A giggle was her reply for a few moments, before an urgent whisper. “Oh, go on… Cry into the darkness, dear Luna. See if your sweet, beloved sister can hear you! She will save you from Nightmare Moon.” The princess snorted indignantly, closing her eyes and nestling her snout deeper into her crossed forelegs. “I’ll let you do that for me, Nightmare Moon.”

The sensation of freezing swept over the small pony yet again, just as it had so many times before. With it, came energy. The Mare of the Moon had rested, and was in spirit to sprint laps around the Moon’s surface, flying to the Sun and back… But no. Nightmare Moon had better plans. Her dark form shook, not with fear or weakness, but with laughter. What sounded to be a quiet chuckle soon erupted into a cackle as she jumped to her fullest height, head raising with a sharped toothed grin. Stomping her hooves into the earth, the Queen of Nightmares channeled this strength, bellowing. “DAMN YOU CELESTIA! WE SHALL RETURN, AND OUR NIGHT WILL RULE!”

The worst moments, Luna realized, were not the coldness, or the loneliness.. But it was the thought that the only words that Celestia could hear were ones filled with hatred and malice. Whether she could or not, Luna could feel her heart breaking with every word that Nightmare Moon uttered, and she followed them with a thousand apologies, knowing full well that there was a chance she could never truly be forgiven.

[lunamnoctem]

From HERE // @timorrex​

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❝Y-You aren’t?❞

The mare couldn’t help but have a startled tone to her voice, eyebrows raising slightly. Are her cheeks pink? No! The deity of night  does NOT blush like a flustered little filly!

❝W-We... thank you, very much. This was certainly not a costume we had.. intended on trying... But if you enjoy it, then perhaps it should have crossed our thought sooner..❞

[soulful-muses]

Evenin’. How’s work on your end?

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“Eh, shitty. I mean, I don’t think this job could get any better.”  Wow Elena. Such sarcasm. 

[soulful-muses]

@venatoresaurorae

Spatrius was just strolling, looking for Mr. Eric. She had a little santa hat on, which wasn’t red, but had a galactic design on it. Go figure. She had something bulky with her as well, like metal. Maybe even some kind of power suit? No. It was a robot.  “Errrrriiiiiic....?” She called out, not quite sure where a ghost would actually hide. She always assumed spooky places, but that’s not where she looked. 

[soulful-muses]

@venatoresaurorae

Spatrius stepped down a long empty road. It was quiet all around, no wind, no sounds of anything else that was living besides herself. All that could be heard was her echoing footsteps down the path she was taking. She looked up ahead to the large clock in the distance. She hadn't quite expected herself in a rift for any reason in the past, but now she felt she had no other choice but to be here. She had to speak to someone she knew resided here. It wasn't common that anyone would be allowed entrance to a rift without any permission from anyone, but due to her power and position, she was able to rip the seals of the rift and enter herself without incident. Of course, she closed off those rips she created, only out of respect. Her journey down the long road had been quiet, and... unsettling to say the least. She felt like she was being watched most of the way, but she didn't dare look behind her. In a place like this, she was basically powerless. This wasn't her territory anymore, but someone else's. That was what arose fear within her. Hopefully the man she was hoping to speak to face-to-face would be understanding and helpful for her cause. After all, this was her first encounter with him. She wasn't quite sure what to expect- she only knew that ancestors before her had had good relations with timelords for issues revolving around space and time, but this wasn't any time lord, this was the guardian of time, someone who met the same ranking as her, if not maybe even higher. She never thought herself in a position like this where she was so desperate that she had to ask for the help of another guardian, but... there wasn't much she could do with what plans the rebellion group she was up against had in mind. She just hoped this encounter was going to pan out better than she was expecting it to.