Selenorites - * 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘.

1. “The Super Blood Wolf Moon is seen beside statues in Brussels.”

2. “The moon is seen beside a quadriga on the top of the Cinquantenaire arch during a total lunar eclipse known as the "Super Blood Wolf Moon", in Brussels. Photo: Reuters.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 ;   neither sincere enough to show teeth or gums, nor sharp enough to paint a scoffing picture, although she did manifest scoff in the one-second frown pinching between her flaxen brows, for between humility and glorification would doubt cast its long shadow.  regrettably, oracles observed the shadows too intimately for comfort, the silhouette of vedrfolnir stretching distortedly wide it became its own line, the line that warned of what happened when you overstepped.  the foreboding signs of degradation, of grace melting off the halo, of aether dripping out of the pores.  it was a sight incomprehensible and eldritch, a premonition so terrible it may as well be sacrilege to spell it out, and each coming day announcing its own uncertainty brought along the crumbling of her own self-control to hold her tongue.

“ and if nothing lasts forever, soon then, i hope, what comes to an end, too, is your bad habit of praising your brother too much, and you, yourself, not enough.  a man can lose grasp of his own humanness if he indulges the spiritual pursuit for too long, and i much prefer an anchor to stay grounded. ”  because the call of the sky for me, my body’s festering desire growing like a tumor, it scares me and no one wants to be scared.  no one wants to be scared of touching something as romanticized as the stars.  “ well, then, if i am not to worry about the subjects i pick for our exchanges, let me ask this :  why are you here, dáinsleif ?  i do not mean here, in this moment, next to me, nevermind that i do enjoy your presence.  i mean why are you in the position you are in, where all you do is look up to someone or something, but not meet them eye to eye ? “  have you not been more than this, once ?

Indeed, what she says is cryptic— ominous even, as it speaks volumes of the knowledge she professes through what couldn't be considered less than an universal truth. For the long living such as them, this may look like the same sights as any other year's whenever the inteyvats bloom for two weeks before they find repose in the abode that is the stellar graveyard at their roots. Dáinsleif shakes his head slightly, meant to reassure and put the oracle's mind at ease. ◜Worry not. I may not be as profound as my brother is in the realm of spirituality, but I find truth in your words, nonetheless.◞ That's right, for he is far more detached than Vedrfolnir would be as the Visionary. Being a vessel for visions of the future to come to the present can do as much to a man, he can only hope that the sights he has of times to come aren't horrifying nor paralyzing enough to interfere in his daily life now. Only realizing now that he was back at admiring his older brother's prodigy and the traits he had gained from it thereafter, Twilight Sword proceeds to clear his throat awkwardly. ◜When you talked about the unchanging nature of a scenery for the long living, I mean. The ephemerality of these moments serve as a reminder that all must come to an end one day.◞

* 𝑳𝑼𝑵𝑨𝑭𝑹𝑬𝒀𝑨 // 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐒 𝐈 : 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐓 .

this is an old, re-worded headcanon regarding luna's behavior in battle. it is noteworthy to keep in mind that she is physically ill, chronically so. do not expect me to nerf down the effects of her illness and the strain of the covenants.

lunafreya is very much able to be ‘ destructive ’ even without the trident. she is manipulative and ruthless in order to get something or someone out of the way and uses tools or her environment to her advantage. ( exploding airships and luring luche to wear the ring of the lucii, burning him in the process, were good demonstrations for that ) on other hand, with the trident and her magical prowess, she practices light-elemental attacks. defensive barriers, offensive range spells, and supportive medical treatment or stat boosts. they are powerful, yes, but they eat her MP extremely, slowing her down, which is why she uses those spells wisely and not in a wasteful fashion. her strength lies within strategy & calculation, she would have been able to craft effective strategies with ignis.

while she can engage in close-range combat with the trident as her weapon, and is trained specifically with pole-arms, this is a last resort. she is aware of her own physical and mental limitations, and requires support of allies on a long term basis, especially after the awakening of the first astral whenever she escaped insomnia with the ring. she is indeed a loner by heart, but is not dull enough to not consider her own weakness which does come from how healing seasons and the covenants drain her vitality as well if we pay attention to the flashbacks. it’s no condition that suits to actively and repeatedly be involved in fights. due to those restrictions, that not only spike her fatigue but evoke flares of pain especially within the torso area due to the scourge coursing through the system of vital organs, she thinks twice about engaging in battle - and more or less retreats in most cases to avoid wasting any precious time and energy.

this does depend on the verse, though. after her ascension to godhood via her death she is naturally stronger than ever in contrast to her frail mortal form, so no one should be moronic enough to fight her and think they come out alive. battling selene won’t be funny and is most likely leading to immediate death. the only way you can win is having plot armor, or being an eldritch abomination from space. whilst selene is a titan goddess who is as passive as luna, she is also overwhelming, using her enormous power due to gravitational force more than anything. she can shake the world via magnetism and control the tides, therefore makes her very dangerous by sheer will.

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐓 ,  𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐓 , 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓.    endurance.  to not scratch, or rub, or break the stitches, to not tear the wound all open once more.  to let it be, and let it settle, and let it become part of a body.  the body which cradled the memory.  the memory that ought not be removed. and herein :  the nudge, her test, the voice, clear as crystal.  a refusal, on her part, to be silenced or to accept silence. “ now now, it is rather impolite to let a lady be left with crumbs and assume the rest of your train of thought.  go ahead.  speak your mind. ”

healing  and  enduring   .   .   .   to  him  ,  two  totally  different  concepts  . 

❛ still  .  i  just   -   ❜   [   .   .   .   ]   ❛  never  mind  .  ❜

The past beats inside me like a second heart.

John Banville (via quotemadness)

munday asks!!!

at what age did you start RPing?

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𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺 ( formerly moonichor and deacruor ) : a private / extremely selective writing blog portraying 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐗 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐗𝐕.  this blog will be active at my own leisure and therefore is set on permanent semi-hiatus. first established sep. 2017. loved by steph, early 30s.  psd adjusted.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 // 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒

𝐈 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 :  heavily inspired by greek, norse and in-game mythology, luna is an incarnation of selene, personification of the moon and sister of eos, whereas i connect luna’s abilities with the norse freyja, goddess of love, war, seidr and gold.  in my portrayal, luna primarily lacks romantic feelings for noctis  and leans more toward familial love instead.  there can and might be exceptions, depending on the plot.  your muse can feel free to make assumptions based on luna's and noctis' arranged engagement, but on an out of character / meta level, this is a relevant detail.

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖 :

be warned that english is not my mother tongue and my prose is rather  meta-heavy.  if you reckon you would be bothered by that, i advise against following.

i welcome pre-established relationships, plotted or improvised threads and duplicates.

i have written luna on and off since 2017, with which i imply that some ideas are adjusted to the most recent updates and others are simply not.  

my archive of ships, past and present, is pretty much extensive, given the years that have gone by, and i do keep a ( one-sided ) ship-exclusive policy in place.  this is why i am very, very tentative towards new romances and do not follow a blog for the purpose thereof.  if i ever propose a close bond while plotting, it is mostly meant with platonic or familial conceptualization in mind.

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𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .    //    ACCEPTING .

‘  the handsome fellow that’s trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong.  ’   //    @asterites​​​

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.    that said, while the wit with which it was conveyed, and the context thereof, robbed her embarrassingly of all her excuses, it contradicted with each principle an oracle absorbed and internalized.  hence, her first impulse was to dismiss  —   but what exactly provoked it ?  that her fate threatened a hideous undertone ?  that he, the silly hero, had all intentions to rescue her ?    (  or that he was ... handsome … ?  )    none of these points were untruths and, still, she argued.  still, she made a case for dispute  :    “ he is wrong.  i needn’t be rescued from a particular destiny that i have not chosen  — ”    but with the lakes of fire in their home of darkness, with the heads of conquered children at a gunpoint, and their betrayed roots, had it been a free decision, or unsought necessity ?   ‘ i chose this ‘    on repeat and with effort, the line transformed to conviction, did it not ?  a conviction as real as one to serve an empire which, more than once, manufactured tools out of the flesh of loved ones.  a conviction of devoting to a life of conserved rite.  a conviction that, rather than following survival instincts, there was a choice, at all.

notice, a frown pinching into pallor and a crooked line that ought to resemble a smile, but did it terribly so, marred her pretty visage as her spoken point dilated to the nonsensical.  the denial so outstretched, it portrayed no longer her own instilled thought.    “ it is not that i want him to do this for me, or that he should continue it.  moreover, he is quite hypocritical ... ”    you see, every day, solheim’s high priestess lied through her teeth.  about a good, giving godhead and redeeming salvation under the throne of his mercy ;  about worship and a cause greater than the worshipers.  every day, she lied about picking up the skeletal remains of a dormant faith, and promised to her subjects a myth cased in crystal.  in turn, she lowered her secrets into the coffin of her past, in hopes the valkyric goddess would find and care for them behind valhalla’s fog and the rotting dreams of sorrowful mwynn.  then she smothered that memory, until her woes emptied and interchanged with robes and a scepter invoking divination, forgot what other purpose her hands served than to reach for the voided universe.  for this reason, she lied again, and again, and again ;  until she believed she wanted the barren holiness, and found herself utterly bemused by the absolute ease it required to welcome festering love to creep through the spaces between her gilded ribs.

“ …  he is so …  stubborn, and foolish.  he does not listen, and i  —  ”    oh, look at her.  poor, wretched woman.  suddenly, her hands were meant to touch the heart of another, and the lies were mouthed with naught more than displeasure ;  for there was this man who learned to know her beyond them, as well as she acknowledged his reckless, careless, endearing whimsicality.  his clumsy struggles and lovable qualities.  and, truthfully, resistance could only be considered an impossible effort.  the thought of such alone torturous enough that she preferred to be snapped out of it by the curious impressions within the glance of her starry sibling  —  the sheer tease radiating off of the silent expression suggested full awareness of the remaining contents within the muffled sentence.    “ don’t you look at me like that now.  besides, something tells me a similar experience plagues and blesses you. ”

Before this moon shall darken, say of me :      “ 𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄, 𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄. ”

𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐗 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐓 PORTRAYAL INSPIRED BY MYTHOLOGY.   credits :  graphic / artist