#int: luna

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Luna looked at him as she arrived "Hi, I'm Luna the Ultimate Perfect Student, what's your name?" she said shyly since she wasn't a very social person

“The ultimate perfect student..” he thinks to himself with a unreadable expression

“Ah I apologize for my rudeness! My name is Kiyotaka Ishimaru! The ultimate moral compass! Pleasure to meet you!”

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@killjcyy​ | luna & walt 

Weddings were something the woman always found beautiful, even if she hardly attended them. When her coworker sent her an invitation, she found no reason not to go. The venue was outside, strung lights and lanterns on all the different tables. The ceremony was beautiful, and Luna sat in the back out of the way watching two people fully in love with one another. It was a sight to see - though she still planned on not staying too long for the reception. Looking at the card in her invitation that had her assigned seat, she wandered over to one of the last tables fully knowing it was probably the throwaway table of distant friends or unwanted relatives. Luna didn’t mind. The blonde walked over to her seat and tuck a piece of hair behind her ear before she was about to sit. But then, something caught her eye. Someone caught her eye. At that same table, a familiar face was seated next to her. Luckily, with Luna’s brain, she never forgot a face or a name. Though she knew even if she had the worst memory, perhaps she would still remember him. “Walt?” she breathed his name, a smile forming on her lips as the night they met flooded into her mind. 

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Luna were organizing a few books when she noticed him coming in "Oh, Kiyo-senpai! Do you need anything?" she asked smiling

He takes a look around before noticing her. “Ah greetings Luna! I am not looking for anything in particular! I’m just heat for a bit of studying!”

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 @deamuses​  based on this x 

   It had been over a decade since her boots had last touched that familiar soil of her hometown. It was a place she always loved, a place that would always be her home. Life didn’t feel so heavy as it once did for young Luna. After making amends with her father, she began to feel the weight of the world lift off of her little by little. It was her first Christmas since she was 19 spent with her father, who seemed happy these days with his new steady girlfriend. 

   And though she was happy to be home and not alone in her apartment crying to Bing Crosby’s Christmas tunes, she still felt a little out of place. So much had changed in thirteen years and it was a little overwhelming at times. She snuck out of the house once the sun went down and went on a quiet walk around the neighborhood. Fixing the beanie on her head, she stuck her hands in her pockets as she watched tiny flurries of snow fall and reflect in neighbor’s Christmas lights. Without even realizing where she was going, her feet took her to an old familiar place. 

   There was a little run down park near the woods she had always escaped to as a teenager. It was still standing, surprisingly. The woman walked over to it and sat down on one of the rusty swings and swayed gently as she looked up to watch the snow fall down. She began to drift off into her own little world until she heard shuffling of the gravel. Looking over, she saw a man and at first felt inclined to simply walk away so he could have the spot, but then it hit her. It hit her like a thousand bricks. She knew exactly who that was, the man she once shared this getaway with. “Ace,” she spoke his name for the first time in years. She didn’t know how to react... Did he hate her? Was he happy to see her? Did he even remember her? Luna fixed her beanie and stood up slowly from the swing, the hint of a surprised smile on her lips.

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@nverletmego​ 

     Home was always a subjective word to most. Some found it in a certain house on their childhood block, some found it in a person that they loved the most, and others found it in just a feeling. For Luna, it often felt like all three. Being back in Oregon felt like she was breathing fresh air for the first time in a decade. Six months into living back home, she wondered why it scared her for so long to return to the only place that felt like home. 

    After transferring work to the hospital in Astoria, she made amends with all she left behind when  she was nineteen. Even the man who left behind the town to fight for what he believed in. It was surreal to see Beckett back there, sporting a police’s uniform and all. Their distance was slowly closing in as they made up for lost time. Not quite the way it once was, but Luna didn’t give up hope. After all, he was that feeling of home. 

    With two different trays of freshly baked cookies - pumpkin spice and peanut butter cookies were always her specialty - she walked over to the parking lot of the police department. Music was playing, the smell of smoke and barbecue filled the air. It was a perfect day for a cookout fundraiser and Luna couldn’t be happier that she could contribute. She already had her table decorated, ready to sell baked goods for the fundraiser alongside the barbecue plates the police were putting together. Sneaking a cookie, she walked over towards the grill where Beck was.

    “Hello officer,” she greeted him with a smile, eyes squinting to keep the sunlight and smoke out of her eyes. “Got all the baked goods ready to go. Figured you could be my taste tester.”

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@mrsxbrightsidex liked for a starter !! 

    Luna took care of others. It’s what she did for a living, it is what she did her entire existence. Growing up, she spent her days parenting her father and keeping her small family afloat - and even when they sunk, she found herself reaching out to just about anyone to take care of them. Being taken care of was a foreign concept. In fact, it was an unwanted concept. “I’m fine,” she attempted to convince her friend. After collapsing at work due to overworking herself with little to no sleep, she was beginning to realize how little she paid attention to her own needs. Yet, somehow, she still didn’t want her friend to feel the need to help or take care of her, even though she was gracious they were able to pick her up from work. “Really, I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me... Sorry about this. Thanks for picking me up. They wouldn’t let me leave until someone did.”

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29 for the spotify wrapped meme for any muse who fits da song!

29. this is me trying by taylor swift

Luna had a habit of running away. She started back when she was nineteen, and it seemed like she kept running since then in some form or another. They were so much older now - no longer those dumb teenagers fumbling through their adolescence. Still, now well in her thirties she found herself regretting the way they left things back then. It made sense why they didn't want anything to do with her now that she was back in town nearly fifteen years later. When Luna left back then, she didn't even give a goodbye. One day she was there, and the next she wasn't. They deserved a goodbye more than anyone else did.

"I don't quite know what to say," she breathed out, standing in their doorway. It was her second attempt to make amends. She had some fresh cut flowers that she put together herself, and she wasn't even sure why the hell she brought them, but she did. "I just wanted you to know that this is me trying."

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@holywitchkid​ sent this meme:   👀 a starter with one (or more) of my most observant muses

“You’re not fooling me,” Luna stated simply. A sympathetic look was on her features. For such a closed book, she was the one often able to read others. She was a walking lie detector test, and they were lying to her point blank. “It’s okay to admit that things are not okay… Talk to me.”