joy and whimsy central ☆

hiya im callie or callum or moonie ☆ they/he/she/star/it/whatever your heart desires i do nawt care

[therealmoonagedaydream]

hiyaa i’m callum!! (or callie or moonie) crash-landed alien amnesiac (if you find a small sort of space capsule lmk i’ve been looking for it), big fan of doglike characters and the colour navy blue

you can find me on most other websites as calliekazam or callie_kazam or other such variations of :)

non-reblogs are mostly tagged with #chitchat or art tags like #callie draws

i like:

-drawing

-writing (specfic mostly)

-music. yes all of it

-space!! 🪐🌙💫

-poetry

-mushrooms + fungi (cough cough @fungus-friday) :]

-weird kids cartoons

-photography + filmmaking!

-MY OCS!!! ask about them pleasee

-MY FRIENDS OCS!!!!

-my melody ‼️‼️ yuh

fandoms yippee (im not in very many..)

-the marauders (not so much anymore)

-dead poets society <3

-sky: children of the light

-bee and puppycat (sort of)

-MOOMINVALLEY :]

-ava/m

-the x-files

-doctor who

-pretty much every powcreations smp! but especially pirates and vampires

that’s all i’m lowkey boring

love kindness joy and whimsy on my blog only please

[skelerangart]

You Know Who You Are

[therealmoonagedaydream]

tf!cassidy ref sheet! uh actually idk if this counts as a ref sheet…..

@cassidythemirror <- rp blog:)

closeups + no backgrounds

and full backstory under cut:) it’s long so be warned

cassidy was born to a group of nomads in a travelling troupe of illusionists. no one there was actually related to each other, but they formed a huge family and travelled the lands in colourful carriages and hot air balloons, touching down and setting up at random villages to put on shows of light and smoke and mirrors, dazzling the common folk with illusions and beautiful displays of light and colour. cassidy was the first child born to the group (not just taken in as they travelled) and her and her parents were deeply adored by the family. unfortunately, after touching down in an area that had been showing the early signs of corruption, almost the entire troupe was infected by a kind of plague caused by the corruption. those not killed by the illness fled from the area, and the troupe withered away. cassidy was only three when she was orphaned. an orphanage a few miles away from the village took her in, where she grew up raised by nuns (whom she only ever refers to as ‘the sisters’), living out her childhood on the very edge of corruption. growing up, she was incredibly, insatiably curious, much to the exasperation of the sisters. she was constantly wandering the countryside on breaks, always asking questions, and spending all her time (when she wasn’t in lessons or outside) in the library, reading the orphanage’s meagre collection of books over and over again. none of the sisters liked her very much — she was constantly breaking rules and dreaming her time away in class — and she didn’t have many friends because she was so ‘weird’. because of this lack of social interaction, she grew up to be very blunt and socially unaware, as well as constantly doubtful that people actually want to hang out with her. the only way the sisters were able to get her to follow rules or act even slightly ‘respectable’ was to scare her with threats of getting sick if she didn’t behave; “cassidy, don’t run off, the corruption will get you!” “cassidy, if you don’t go to bed on time, you’ll catch the same plague as your parents!” “cassidy, pay attention! lessons sharpen the mind, and a dull mind means you’ll let the sickness in!” “cassidy, eat what you’re given! an apple a day keeps the sickness away!” although these pieces of ‘advice’ did very little to restrict her curious nature, that last one, for no particular reason, stuck in twelve-year-old cassidy’s mind. she grew to be quite obsessive over the action, making sure to eat exactly one apple per day for the rest of her days. the sickness terrified her.

upon turning eighteen, cassidy left the orphanage, waving loving farewell to people who were glad to see her go. she didn’t know where she was going, just that she had a whole world to explore now! she stayed away from the corruption on her travels — although she is incredibly curious about it and how it works, it unnerves her for reasons she can’t explain. she travelled by herself for a while. shelter wasn’t a problem, and neither was food- as long as she had her apples she’d be fine winging everything else, and the tiny forestry book she had stolen from the orphanage taught her all she needed to know about foraging food and making shelter for herself. after about seven months, she happened upon a travelling circus. they seemed amateur and clumsy compared to the murky memories of her family’s troupe, but they were more interesting than solo travel and were looking for new members. she joined the circus as an illusionist, picking up the trade of smoke and mirrors and tricks of light as easy as breathing. despite her skills, the accepting nature of the performers, and the fact that she travelled with the circus for well over a year, she never felt as if she truly belonged in that place. the colours were too dull, the performances seemed to be lacking in something, and she was constantly aching for the wind in her hair and the feeling of watching the ground spiral away beneath a basket. after seeing guards and recruitment officers one day in one of the villages they stopped to perform at, cassidy packed her things and ran from the caravans at night, leaving only a note to her friends and the ringmaster thanking them for teaching and taking care of her.

after arriving late and performing.. mediocrely in the trials, cassidy is sorted into the tigris dorm. at the academy, she finds the kitchens (‘oh my god, how much food do they have?? we were starving back home!’), the classrooms (‘alchemy? combat? rituals?? oh my gods-‘), and the library (‘look- oh my- look at all these BOOKS- all the space- oh, i’m gonna pass out…‘). it’s a haven for her mind; having access to so much knowledge, so many things to explore, and so many different people to talk to fuels her curiosity like gasoline on a fire previously fed only by green twigs. however, being surrounded by all the talk of the corruption (and how bad it is), she becomes even more obsessive about the apples and being clean and free from sickness. she unlocks the magic of illusions — she no longer needs her satchel of mirrors and lamps to cast her tricks, she can simply conjure up a smokescreen and disappear, or toss kaleidoscopic light from her palms and blind her classmates with fantastical shapes and colours, or create a circle of mirrors and duplicate the image of herself to confuse opponents. her dragon, prism, is a strange, bird-like wyvern covered in pale blue scales that shine with iridescence. prism sports the same patterns across his body and under his eyes as cassidy has tattooed under hers, but his are pale and barely visible. his eyes are silver and glassy, and the scales on the underside of his wings are like tiny mirrors, casting reflections of light on the ground when he scampers around. they’ll be beautiful to see once he’s big enough to fly properly.

[therealmoonagedaydream]

reminder that pride month is not “gay month”. there is more to being queer than being gay.

[killer-offical]

i need everyone to show me their favourite drawing that they've made. feed me, people

[therealmoonagedaydream]

the first sun

[therealmoonagedaydream]

Hiii! I drew your sona :D I hope you like it!

THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT WHEN I SAW THIS OH MY GODDDD thank you so much 🥹🥹🥹 aughgh it’s so perfect omg

[therealmoonagedaydream]

tf!cassidy ref sheet! uh actually idk if this counts as a ref sheet…..

@cassidythemirror <- rp blog:)

closeups + no backgrounds

and full backstory under cut:) it’s long so be warned

cassidy was born to a group of nomads in a travelling troupe of illusionists. no one there was actually related to each other, but they formed a huge family and travelled the lands in colourful carriages and hot air balloons, touching down and setting up at random villages to put on shows of light and smoke and mirrors, dazzling the common folk with illusions and beautiful displays of light and colour. cassidy was the first child born to the group (not just taken in as they travelled) and her and her parents were deeply adored by the family. unfortunately, after touching down in an area that had been showing the early signs of corruption, almost the entire troupe was infected by a kind of plague caused by the corruption. those not killed by the illness fled from the area, and the troupe withered away. cassidy was only three when she was orphaned. an orphanage a few miles away from the village took her in, where she grew up raised by nuns (whom she only ever refers to as ‘the sisters’), living out her childhood on the very edge of corruption. growing up, she was incredibly, insatiably curious, much to the exasperation of the sisters. she was constantly wandering the countryside on breaks, always asking questions, and spending all her time (when she wasn’t in lessons or outside) in the library, reading the orphanage’s meagre collection of books over and over again. none of the sisters liked her very much — she was constantly breaking rules and dreaming her time away in class — and she didn’t have many friends because she was so ‘weird’. because of this lack of social interaction, she grew up to be very blunt and socially unaware, as well as constantly doubtful that people actually want to hang out with her. the only way the sisters were able to get her to follow rules or act even slightly ‘respectable’ was to scare her with threats of getting sick if she didn’t behave; “cassidy, don’t run off, the corruption will get you!” “cassidy, if you don’t go to bed on time, you’ll catch the same plague as your parents!” “cassidy, pay attention! lessons sharpen the mind, and a dull mind means you’ll let the sickness in!” “cassidy, eat what you’re given! an apple a day keeps the sickness away!” although these pieces of ‘advice’ did very little to restrict her curious nature, that last one, for no particular reason, stuck in twelve-year-old cassidy’s mind. she grew to be quite obsessive over the action, making sure to eat exactly one apple per day for the rest of her days. the sickness terrified her.

upon turning eighteen, cassidy left the orphanage, waving loving farewell to people who were glad to see her go. she didn’t know where she was going, just that she had a whole world to explore now! she stayed away from the corruption on her travels — although she is incredibly curious about it and how it works, it unnerves her for reasons she can’t explain. she travelled by herself for a while. shelter wasn’t a problem, and neither was food- as long as she had her apples she’d be fine winging everything else, and the tiny forestry book she had stolen from the orphanage taught her all she needed to know about foraging food and making shelter for herself. after about seven months, she happened upon a travelling circus. they seemed amateur and clumsy compared to the murky memories of her family’s troupe, but they were more interesting than solo travel and were looking for new members. she joined the circus as an illusionist, picking up the trade of smoke and mirrors and tricks of light as easy as breathing. despite her skills, the accepting nature of the performers, and the fact that she travelled with the circus for well over a year, she never felt as if she truly belonged in that place. the colours were too dull, the performances seemed to be lacking in something, and she was constantly aching for the wind in her hair and the feeling of watching the ground spiral away beneath a basket. after seeing guards and recruitment officers one day in one of the villages they stopped to perform at, cassidy packed her things and ran from the caravans at night, leaving only a note to her friends and the ringmaster thanking them for teaching and taking care of her.

after arriving late and performing.. mediocrely in the trials, cassidy is sorted into the tigris dorm. at the academy, she finds the kitchens (‘oh my god, how much food do they have?? we were starving back home!’), the classrooms (‘alchemy? combat? rituals?? oh my gods-‘), and the library (‘look- oh my- look at all these BOOKS- all the space- oh, i’m gonna pass out…‘). it’s a haven for her mind; having access to so much knowledge, so many things to explore, and so many different people to talk to fuels her curiosity like gasoline on a fire previously fed only by green twigs. however, being surrounded by all the talk of the corruption (and how bad it is), she becomes even more obsessive about the apples and being clean and free from sickness. she unlocks the magic of illusions — she no longer needs her satchel of mirrors and lamps to cast her tricks, she can simply conjure up a smokescreen and disappear, or toss kaleidoscopic light from her palms and blind her classmates with fantastical shapes and colours, or create a circle of mirrors and duplicate the image of herself to confuse opponents. her dragon, prism, is a strange, bird-like wyvern covered in pale blue scales that shine with iridescence. prism sports the same patterns across his body and under his eyes as cassidy has tattooed under hers, but his are pale and barely visible. his eyes are silver and glassy, and the scales on the underside of his wings are like tiny mirrors, casting reflections of light on the ground when he scampers around. they’ll be beautiful to see once he’s big enough to fly properly.

[therealmoonagedaydream]

tiniest tiny Shepherd doodles….. anyways here’s my newest project

a collection of 10 art pieces mixing various mediums in a sort of children’s-book-ish surrealist little story about a shepherd leading their flock over various landscapes

let’s hope i haven’t cursed myself to never complete this by telling ppl about it….

[therealmoonagedaydream]

okay i love the corrupted tf!pyro so much but what about if pyro is cured but still remembers everything from when he was corrupted. what if he remembers how scott listened to the corrupted version of him, how he hid It from the others, how he was closer to It than he was with the real pyro. what then huh.

[therealmoonagedaydream]

tags from @catalystofcalamity

i genuinely can’t decide whats worse… scott knowing pyro was under there and still acting like that or scott thinking pyro was gone and never expecting him to be cured…..

[therealmoonagedaydream]

feeling sad so you know what that means!!!!!

i started watching newlife againnn 5th time babeyyy

[therealmoonagedaydream]

tf!cassidy ref sheet! uh actually idk if this counts as a ref sheet…..

@cassidythemirror <- rp blog:)

closeups + no backgrounds

and full backstory under cut:) it’s long so be warned

cassidy was born to a group of nomads in a travelling troupe of illusionists. no one there was actually related to each other, but they formed a huge family and travelled the lands in colourful carriages and hot air balloons, touching down and setting up at random villages to put on shows of light and smoke and mirrors, dazzling the common folk with illusions and beautiful displays of light and colour. cassidy was the first child born to the group (not just taken in as they travelled) and her and her parents were deeply adored by the family. unfortunately, after touching down in an area that had been showing the early signs of corruption, almost the entire troupe was infected by a kind of plague caused by the corruption. those not killed by the illness fled from the area, and the troupe withered away. cassidy was only three when she was orphaned. an orphanage a few miles away from the village took her in, where she grew up raised by nuns (whom she only ever refers to as ‘the sisters’), living out her childhood on the very edge of corruption. growing up, she was incredibly, insatiably curious, much to the exasperation of the sisters. she was constantly wandering the countryside on breaks, always asking questions, and spending all her time (when she wasn’t in lessons or outside) in the library, reading the orphanage’s meagre collection of books over and over again. none of the sisters liked her very much — she was constantly breaking rules and dreaming her time away in class — and she didn’t have many friends because she was so ‘weird’. because of this lack of social interaction, she grew up to be very blunt and socially unaware, as well as constantly doubtful that people actually want to hang out with her. the only way the sisters were able to get her to follow rules or act even slightly ‘respectable’ was to scare her with threats of getting sick if she didn’t behave; “cassidy, don’t run off, the corruption will get you!” “cassidy, if you don’t go to bed on time, you’ll catch the same plague as your parents!” “cassidy, pay attention! lessons sharpen the mind, and a dull mind means you’ll let the sickness in!” “cassidy, eat what you’re given! an apple a day keeps the sickness away!” although these pieces of ‘advice’ did very little to restrict her curious nature, that last one, for no particular reason, stuck in twelve-year-old cassidy’s mind. she grew to be quite obsessive over the action, making sure to eat exactly one apple per day for the rest of her days. the sickness terrified her.

upon turning eighteen, cassidy left the orphanage, waving loving farewell to people who were glad to see her go. she didn’t know where she was going, just that she had a whole world to explore now! she stayed away from the corruption on her travels — although she is incredibly curious about it and how it works, it unnerves her for reasons she can’t explain. she travelled by herself for a while. shelter wasn’t a problem, and neither was food- as long as she had her apples she’d be fine winging everything else, and the tiny forestry book she had stolen from the orphanage taught her all she needed to know about foraging food and making shelter for herself. after about seven months, she happened upon a travelling circus. they seemed amateur and clumsy compared to the murky memories of her family’s troupe, but they were more interesting than solo travel and were looking for new members. she joined the circus as an illusionist, picking up the trade of smoke and mirrors and tricks of light as easy as breathing. despite her skills, the accepting nature of the performers, and the fact that she travelled with the circus for well over a year, she never felt as if she truly belonged in that place. the colours were too dull, the performances seemed to be lacking in something, and she was constantly aching for the wind in her hair and the feeling of watching the ground spiral away beneath a basket. after seeing guards and recruitment officers one day in one of the villages they stopped to perform at, cassidy packed her things and ran from the caravans at night, leaving only a note to her friends and the ringmaster thanking them for teaching and taking care of her.

after arriving late and performing.. mediocrely in the trials, cassidy is sorted into the tigris dorm. at the academy, she finds the kitchens (‘oh my god, how much food do they have?? we were starving back home!’), the classrooms (‘alchemy? combat? rituals?? oh my gods-‘), and the library (‘look- oh my- look at all these BOOKS- all the space- oh, i’m gonna pass out…‘). it’s a haven for her mind; having access to so much knowledge, so many things to explore, and so many different people to talk to fuels her curiosity like gasoline on a fire previously fed only by green twigs. however, being surrounded by all the talk of the corruption (and how bad it is), she becomes even more obsessive about the apples and being clean and free from sickness. she unlocks the magic of illusions — she no longer needs her satchel of mirrors and lamps to cast her tricks, she can simply conjure up a smokescreen and disappear, or toss kaleidoscopic light from her palms and blind her classmates with fantastical shapes and colours, or create a circle of mirrors and duplicate the image of herself to confuse opponents. her dragon, prism, is a strange, bird-like wyvern covered in pale blue scales that shine with iridescence. prism sports the same patterns across his body and under his eyes as cassidy has tattooed under hers, but his are pale and barely visible. his eyes are silver and glassy, and the scales on the underside of his wings are like tiny mirrors, casting reflections of light on the ground when he scampers around. they’ll be beautiful to see once he’s big enough to fly properly.

[redstonebug]

old mages on the mind so decided to doodle some designs and current headcanon/theory stuff. The designs were very fun to come up with :D might do more of the mages later, especially as we get more details about them

[therealmoonagedaydream]

okay i love the corrupted tf!pyro so much but what about if pyro is cured but still remembers everything from when he was corrupted. what if he remembers how scott listened to the corrupted version of him, how he hid It from the others, how he was closer to It than he was with the real pyro. what then huh.

[cleverreports]

We report a couple of hours into a thunderstorm: this is an interesting conjunction of events. In the east, it is the moon rising, not the sun, and it is mid-afternoon, despite the sunset light. We think that the spectacular volume of rain is scattering the light this way.

[therealmoonagedaydream]

new @fungus-friday :) this week is a bit nothing but next week will be big !!

also i’m thinking of making a tag list:)) lmk if you want to be added to be notified every friday

[therealmoonagedaydream]

Yesss, definitely far more enjoyable than lightmending and migration have been.

i wish i had done more lightmending quests, they had some pretty good cosmetics

[therealmoonagedaydream]

Almost two years. Duets started in July. But I'm definitely not a baby lol

haha yea

have u been enjoying season of carnival?