#moonless nights

[falling-crescent]

All those empty rooms We could have been anywhere, anywhere else Instead I made a bed with apathy My heart knew the weight Ten years' worth of dust and neglect We made our peace with weariness and let it be - The Moon Will Sing, The Crane Wives

Welcome to the midnight show, dear viewer. What you've stumbled across here is an ask/roleplay blog for the one and only Astro Novalite, one of the Main Characters from Dandy's World.

This blog is run by the @eventide-paradox, and is a sister blog to @descent-horizon.

CURRENT EVENT -> N/A PAST EVENTS -> N/A

RULES: -> No explicit NSFW, although suggestive content is allowed on a case-by-case basis. -> Bigotry will not be tolerated. Get your shit off my blog. -> Magic anons and roleplays are welcome, but keep in mind that we'll likely take a bit more time than usual to get answers to those out.

TAGGING GUIDE: OOC -> #moonless nights Posts -> #rises the moon Roleplays -> #dreamwalker's reverie Reblogs -> #watching the stars Asks -> #passing comets

NOTES: I have a plethora of headcanons for Astro, all of which are canon to this blog. Most of them will be brought up when needed, but I'll drop a few of them here: - Astro is a demiboy, and goes by he/they pronouns. - Astro has hair under their hat. I swear he isn't bald. - Astro has a tail and horns! Both the horns and the star-shaped tip of their tail store and channel his magic. - Astro suffers from narcolepsy, although he doesn't know that what he's got going on has a name.

[sliebman10]

Moonless Nights Chapter 6

This fic is now complete!

Chapter 6 snippet:

At the register, Sirius pulled out his wallet when a large, orange cat with a squashed face and bottle brush tail jumped onto the counter. “Crookshanks, honestly,” the clerk said, trying to shove the cat away. But the cat nuzzled against Sirius and he obligingly scratched his ears. 

“Kitty?” Harry said, pointing.

“You have to pet gently, Harry…like you do to Padfoot, ok?”

Harry giggled. “You Padfoot.”

“Well…” Sirius glanced over to see if the clerk was listening. He was busy ringing up the rat. “Right, that’s true. Pet the cat like you’d pet Padfoot.”

Harry patted the cat lightly on the head, and it purred at him, causing him to squeal with delight. 

“Kitty home?”

“I’m afraid not, mate,” Sirius said. 

“Oh.” Harry looked like he might cry, but then Remus joined them and the clerk gave them the rat, secured in a small carrier. 

“Time to go,” Sirius said, relieved. He did not want Harry to cause a scene in the pet shop, but he was not about to adopt a cat, what with both his and Remus’s canine proclivities. 

Read the rest of Chapter 6 here.

Read from the beginning.

[meihouwangslittlecumslut]

New moonless nights character just dropped

His name is charon and the fact that forklift is in the first image isn't a coincidence

[leonleonhart]

"No no, shoo shoo! I can't be around you at night, I'm too scary to be seen!"

@pabitisalive​ can u tell im drawing as im reading

[noragami2]

I’ve always liked moonless nights best. It’s easier to say things in the dark. It’s easier to be yourself.

Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man’s Fear

[magikolina-blog]

Moonless Nights || Lina’s ritual

The forest was dark, lack of the moon leaving the branches covered in shade, the silver light to guide those wandering absent. There was very little sound to be heard, only the occasional rustle and whistling breeze. This setting discouraged those who would wander into the thick woods alone.

It was perfect for the lone figure standing in a small clearing, hands working to light a bundle. No one would disturb the ritual this way, the forest was granting her this. She stood barefoot, a light cloth dress draped over her frame. With the bundle, the figure began to lightly make her way in a circle to cleanse the area.

Though as blind as any other regular demigod, the figure traveled the clearing with ease, working her way around slowly. The smoking bundle smelt strongly of sage, a herb known for its cleansing properties. The figure finally made it to the center of the clearing, using the bundle to cleanse herself. She dipped down to place the sage into a silver bowl.

A small leather bound pouch sat near her feet, her fingers touch the earth floor until they brushed against it. She pulled out four crystals confidently, moving to the compass points, placing each down with a soft whisper and gentle care. All four crystals placed, her feet padded around the circle again, pacing inside the crystal barrier twice more, before going back to the center.

Slowly she constructed a small altar, two bowls of silver on the ends, purple crystals on the side of a long candle holder, and an elegant silver bowl sat in front of the tall holder. Her small fingers took extra care placing a silver candle atop the holder. Finally, she slipped a small piece of folded paper out of the pouch, placing it in front of the candle and the third silver bowl.

She lit the herbs in the silver bowls, placing her petite hands over the amethyst, closing her eyes, facing upward to the moonless sky. She breathed in deeply, the scent of juniper and rose overwhelming her senses. She focused her thoughts on her stomach, her center.

As the herbs burnt down, her eyes reopened, her hands removing themselves from the crystals. Her face still steadily looking up at the moonless sky, even as her hands reached for the top of the candle. With the small amount of magic she had left, she lit the candle. Her eyes slowly lowered to the flame, fingers picking up the piece of paper by the corner. She lowered the other corner into the flame, burning the words from the paper:

Grant me the gift of magic,

For this disconnect has been tragic.

Allow me access to this power,

So I no longer cower.

She held the paper for as long as she could without burning her fingertips, though when it began to, she gently placed the flaming intention into the third silver bowl. Her small hands went over the silver, the heat from the flame washing through her fingers.

Her breath suddenly left her, her head thrown back as her eyes rolled. As though she was being lifted by her bellybutton, the figure began to float up, her feet and hands dragging against the dirt until they were hovering over the earth by a few inches. The air began to buzz.

The figure’s eyes rolled back to place, staring up at the moonless sky, experiencing her entire body buzz with energy. She moved her fingertips to her stomach, an awed noise leaving her as the magical energy around her converged into a tight ball in her center.

She was left dangling in the air by an invisible force for many moments, as the energy shaped and shifted, as the candle burnt down. Finally, when the candle was nothing but a stump of wax, the weak flame went out and the figure went crashing to the ground. She let out a groan from her slumped position, obviously not expecting a hard drop.

When she sat up, her hands were already going, making two sharp L shapes with her first two fingers. The stub of wax lifted from the candle holder as her right hand lifted in the air. Behind her altar, the earth shifted into a small hole as her left hand made tight circles towards the ground.

As soon as the stub of wax was completely buried, the figure let out a loud whooping of excitement. The figure felt complete, like herself. Like she was Kolina again.

[saiiintjoseph]

6. Moonless Nights

They would look at us and admire our flames Those lights tore us apart, now look at what we became What is there to gain other than fame In this game that we play, we could never be the same As we went down our own tracks like a train Running down our own tracks like our name was Usain Making the music that they all dance to like our name was 2 Chainz When two hearts separate, who is there to blame As we were each other’s drug to ease the pain Living each moment like we’ll never see it again Had each other’s backs when we would meet in the rain All of these new drugs, I don’t want you to see me go insane You used to sing me that song I used to love hearing you sing You used to tell me you’d move on when I wanted you to stay No matter what we did, we could never evade our lanes A heart’s passion is as fierce as that of a Rockstar’s flames…

What if we never get to see each other because we’re both on a stage How can we be with each other when we’re two souls meant to cause this whole world to change We’ve come to a point where we may never get to see those happy days Under these moonless nights, we sing our souls out ‘til it all goes away…

And as they all paid attention to us Very few threw aggression to us What a blessing that we knew love Even if we both knew that we were new to new love Lay the truth in the booth but never reveal what we drew to us As we lay blue, there’s not many there who actually knew us So many things I want to say to you because you were who I trust Nobody else, nobody helps So all we had was ourselves To create more wealth, and with a little stealth We’d make it out the middle without any doubts So they came at us as we went to war None could sink our ship as we swept them to shore Were we par for our course As we’d charge on our horse Until they were forced to bow on all fours I even wrote my vows without even knowing I was sure I knew you were the one so my search was done I couldn’t admit you were the one until the hurt was done As your heart you had sung, I did you so wrong We could never see the sun when the moonless nights were around for so long…

What if we never get to see each other because we’re both on a stage How can we be with each other when we’re two souls meant to cause this whole world to change We’ve come to a point where we may never get to see those happy days Under the moonless nights, we sing our souls out 'til it all goes away…

[sliebman10]

Snippet:

Sirius waited in a little room one floor up from the entrance. The door creaked open and a figure entered. Sirius’s breath caught in his throat. If he didn’t know it was Remus, he wouldn’t have recognized him. His honey brown hair was longer and matted. He had several new scars across his face and hands. Sirius just stared at him, looking for the Remus that he’d known so well. The person he’d known and loved since they were 11.

Remus’s eyes were hollow, though they came to life a little as he focused on Sirius. He stopped in his tracks.

“Sirius,” he croaked. He sounded like he hadn’t used his voice in months.

Sirius felt tears start in his eyes. Even if Remus hadn’t been innocent, surely he didn’t deserve this. As Sirius took a step toward him, he shrank away from him. “It’s ok. I’m not going to hurt you,” Sirius said, sitting down at the table, putting his hands on the table so Remus could see them.

“You’re…here,” Remus said, seemingly unsure.

“Yeah. I’m here,” Sirius whispered. He slid his hand across the table, leaving it open, palm up.

“Why?” The question seemed to take both of them by surprise.

“I found Peter,” Sirius said. “I’m bringing you home.”

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