#lunar system

[coffiebeanz]

i don't think I'm very nice my persecutors. but they're not nice to me either... what is worse, suppression or beratement? should you be nice to people who hate you?

[archiveoftarbrind]

The Celestial Dance

On the Moons and their Meaning

"A lesson taught to every child, and recited by every adult goes far to often unheeded" - Canon Vex, on an unnatural death.

The twin moons of our world have a wondrous and truly incomprehensible dance across the heavens. In their times, they reflect their own nature upon the earth and each other. So great is their display that no astronomer or star-watcher can map their cycle, and even the most learned can attempt devise their future steps only a few days in advance.

Ozyxys, the Witching Moon, is vast and ruddy as blood, a heavy eye upon the night. His path defies reckoning, sliding across the seasons without rule or compass. He is the herald of strange happenstance, the patron of deep and complex magics, and the omen of uneasy fortune or great intrigue. Though not willfully cruel, his presence weighs upon mortal hearts. With his lone passage, magic and inventive mind run free. The hand and voice of things divine are diluted in the flow and eddy of natural magics, and the grip of the gods is lessened. Under Ozyxys, the flow of magic pulses with a slow and deep rhythm, though most are oblivious to the subtle pressure. Prophetic fear becomes commonplace under the ruddy passage. The wine resembles blood, the shadow of a corpse hangs in a tree, the face of a neighbor twisted to a monstrous skull, the clicking of clockwork pounds loud in the head. The uneasy and attuned see these visions, but their meaning can rarely be ascertained.

Gannia, the Verdant Moon, is his opposite: small, quick, and bright. She dances freely, chasing and circling her celestial brother in patterns no star-watcher can chart. Gannia is a light of merriment, of whimsy, and of chance. Where she shines, laughter and mischief follow; though her gifts are fickle, she is beloved as a frivolous and merry light. Under the light of Gannia's lone merriment, trickster voices drown out the divine, and magic flows freely and fast. The lucky may glimpse the trickster's lanterns adorning the sky with their great trails. One must take care during these times, for tricks of the mind become common. Cruel irony and tricks of the mind are common. Take care when locking the door and latching the windows, for a complacent mind is easily deceived.

While the passing of Ozyxys stirs unease, it is reckoned no more than a force of nature. The Witching Moon does not hunt nor hate, yet his ruddy turning is never safe. When Gannia alone dances the heavens, bright and laughing, her mirth is wild, her mischief aimed at none but loosed freely upon the world below. She too is no enemy, but neither is she tame.

The twin moons together offer balance. When Ozyxys and Gannia shine side by side, their rivalry is stayed, their mischief tempered, and the night is calm enough for any to travel or to sleep beneath the stars. When they pass apart, each commands the sky alone, and the world bears the weight of their moods.

But there is one time feared above all others; the nights when no moon adorns the sky. When the sky lies empty, the world is given over to uncertainty. The air grows heavy; shadows stretch and writhe of their own accord. Divine power does not lie solely in the hands of the gods, and what stirs beneath the barren sky is rarely benevolent.

On such nights you do not open your door after sunset. For the neighbor who knocks to borrow flour already sits at your hearth, having come before the dark. The wayfarer who begs for lodging raps a little too loudly, and when pressed for a name, will give none. A child’s voice may call from outside, sweet and familiar, though your children sleep within. The widow may hear her husband’s tread upon the step, though he has been ten years in the ground. A whisper comes from an empty room, and something shifts within the chimney. Following such nights, one might find their door covered in scratches, or profane symbols smeared on the wall with blood. Perhaps the neighbors hearth does not burn in the morning. If they have vanished into the night, this will not be the last time you hear their voice.

Those who heed the old warnings bar their doors and shutter their windows, for the empty sky is a time when the world frays. It is said the road bends where it should be straight, and the rivers run in ways which by nature should not flow. To walk abroad under the empty sky is to be lost or destroyed. To open the door is to invite what was never meant to cross the threshold. The firebox is filled, for when the heat is gone, anything may creep down the chimney.

So the people wait out the night in silence, whispering prayers that one moon or the other will rise again, for even a malevolent light is kinder than the empty heavens above.

Secret Knowledge

In a similar effect as the waxing and waning of divine power among the contenders of the divine game, human perception (and possibly that of the other races, to a lesser degree) affects the course of the chaotic celestial bodies. Man cannot predict the path of the lunar powers, nor can he map their dance across the heavens. Their dance is chaotic, and as all chaotic things, temporary.

As one might expect, a neutral night (that of both moons in more or less equal presence) is the most common of nightly happenings. It is a time of simple peace. When the people are assured in themselves, and no great evil is on the common mind, it may be noted that the dance of a single moon, or gods forbid, an empty sky becomes a somewhat more rare occurrence.

In times where thoughts of jovial mirth, abundance unto excess, and thoughts of the frivolous nature of the world abound, it becomes more common to see Gannia in her lone beauty march across the heavens.

In times of unease or of great intrigue, when the thought of magic or invention seize the public eye, when gods are distained, or perhaps when tension is great and fear begins to creep into the hearts of the common folk, it becomes the time for the great Ozyxys the make his baleful journey across the sky.

When terror or paranoia seize the hearts of the world, and when the fear of the gods is renewed, one might expect the skies to be devoid of light, and the world to be wrapped in onyx darkness. While nights of true darkness are rare, and one may expect no more than a handful in a year, they often come cohort with each other for many days. In times of global disaster, the skies went empty for weeks at a time.

[ebeedeebie]

Redrawing of a Moon Knight: Midnight Mission Comic Panel

[b1vebite]

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[fencesandfrogs]

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[fuzziemutt]

I've had this post in my drafts since Aug 21, 2022... I might redraw these in due time we'll see

Solar/Lunar System's true inhuman form- Caelum's form as the God of the Moon and Stars until they stuffed themself into a human shell and now it's the system's true form- well the last form they took on while still a full god.

The clothing reference is Nova's traditional garb - note him having his four wings

Currently, they just wear whatever loose human clothes fit them - they can alter their height to what they want but they are quite long...

[thegreatsurvey]

Happening Elsewhere (30x30x30 series) #27/30:

Traffic.

Whenever the ferry arrives, you can count on a massive amount of traffic coming from all corners of the lunar system.

It's not that you CAN'T get past Selen in other ways, but for the masses who don't mind the long boarding procedure , hectic ticketing system, or more likely, can't afford a tele-scan, the stellar ferry is the way to go.

[lunarsystem-did]

I got a snapchat memory of some art of our system 1 year ago today. The difference from then to now.