Moon, she/they/he/it
chronically online demiromantic and demisexual
I'm chaotic and forgetful neurodivergent, please use tone tags :3
I stan the sanders sides an unhealthy amount. sorry not sorry
same goes for ohshc. also sorry not sorry
sometimes my brain comes up with stuff
Btw if you follow me and I find out you're either younger than me or about the same age as me or if you're traumatized or depressed or just sad, I'll adopt u
*slams the adoption papers on the table*
Ur my child now. And I'll love you unconditionally. I don't care what you did or who you are or what age you are
That's a threat btw
Also here is my pronoun page: https://en.pronouns.page/@not_the_moon
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i needed to draw something so have how i think jan would look if he could do a little personalization (also no cape bc i felt like it was getting in the way)
janus with the longest hair youve ever seen? bleached n died soft yellow?? snake bites??? i love
Did you see that a random x account dropped the full trailer for Heartfelt Gift card with Zayne? It seems legit, and it's the only post on the account. Rogue viral marketing tactic or a leak? (Link has been posted on the loveanddepression subreddit!)
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Yes, we've been discussing this on the Discord! First and foremost, don't let this situation distract you. The focus is still Valko.
Here is a link to the X account.
Basically, like Anon said, this account posted the full trailer of Zayne's Heartfelt Gift card. Mind you, Infold never posted it. This doesn't exist anywhere but this person's account.
That's not the only weird thing about this.
The account was opened this month, it follows no one, and it had no other posts. Not to mention, it looks like this:
Anyway, someone else noticed something even more intriguing.
NOT ONLY THAT, but the account itself says that it's based in Brazil. This could very well be because someone is using a VPN (as X is not allowed in China), but it's worth noting.
So far, we don't have any solid leads on who this person may be or how they got the trailer. I'm doing my best to look into it, but my skills are limited in that regard. I'll update you as soon as I have something.
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Just a silly little drabble since I'm not gonna have time for a proper fic this week! Also the banner for this is taking me out lmao SYLUS 😭😭😭
Bad Hair Day
(or, 'literally the best day ever!!' ~ Luke and Kieran)
Sylus x gn!Reader, 650 words.
“Did it hurt, Sylus?”
“When I fell from heaven?”
“When you got struck by lightning.”
Sylus frowns. You snap a picture as he looks up from a data pad, mid-peruse of the news. He’s only mildly perturbed, mind you, not outright confused; the distinction has always been sacred. Confusion implies he’s in the dark, and—morning affairs in digital fine-print before him— Sylus is never, ever, in the dark about anything.
“Lightning, sweetie?” he fishes idly. “I’ll bite. You… felt a spark when you looked at me, hm? There’s electricity in the air?”
You rest your chin in your hand. “Why’re you so convinced I’m making a pass at you?”
“Every word from your mouth is a pass at me, kitten. I’ve learned to live with it.”
“He says, in a whorish silk robe.”
He tuts as he sips at his coffee. “It’s sophisticated.”
Is it sophisticated? “It’s halfway down your shoulder, Sylus.”
With a flicker of a sideways glance, he regards the wine-red silk bunched precariously at the top of his arm. Silk that slips another few centimetres when he shrugs. “Oops.”
Your lips are a thin line as you raise your own mug up to them, making Sylus chuckle. It’s a rich, self-indulgent sound— so hedonistic, so pleased with itself. Silently, you press a few quick buttons on your phone, then thrust it towards him:
The picture you’d taken.
Sylus’s chuckle cuts out like someone has gripped his throat and squeezed.
In the image and in life, his hair is a mess: points jutting out every imaginable angle. It looks deliberate— fixed with gel, spray, or perhaps a spontaneous desire to be a talking point at breakfast— but his eyes are sharp with curiosity as he pats at his head. Is his hair really—? Yes, he can feel it under his hand.
Now that’s confusion, soft-bellied and exposed. You don’t know when you’ll have this chance again, so you take the shots you can, rapid-fire, no mercy:
“You look like you fell asleep in a washing machine. Like you were practicing alchemy, and it blew up in your face. Ooh, ooh! You look like a toilet brush that’s been used to scrub seven million toilets.”
Sylus hums as he pokes a hair tuft. “How… colourful.”
“Seriously, Sy. I know you’re a deep sleeper, but you’d think something was nesting in there, the way that—”
You gasp.
A little preoccupied, Sylus misses the ember. By the time he gazes up, sensing warmth and danger, it’s too late to stamp on it. He tries, anyway. “No. No. Kitten? No.”
…
“Hold still, Sylus!”
Mephisto wobbles on Sylus’s head, hunkering down for stability with a chirp.
“Take your time, sweetie,” Sylus grimaces, claws in his scalp as you take so many more pictures than necessary.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m almost done… try, uh… try to look really grumpy, yeah? Like you wanna kill me. Can you do that, Sy?”
He can’t, actually. He might be bleeding, ridiculed, but there’s light in his eyes as he watches you laugh and fuss over the composition of his downfall. When you say something about the rule of thirds, you catch his lip quirking; he’s trying not to smile.
You lower your phone, grinning. “Okay. I’ve got it.”
Sylus lifts Mephisto from his head— plonking him down on the kitchen counter, then finally, finally, tending to his hair. He mumbles as he smooths it back down, guiding silver-white curls with his fingers: “The things I do for you, kitten. Just make sure the twins don’t see it, hm? I couldn’t care less what they think, but the headaches, oh, they’d never let me hear the end of—”
Across Onychinus’s base, someone shrieks with laughter. Sylus flinches.
You glance up from your phone, where your group chat with Luke and Kieran is open. “Hmm? Say that again, Sy, sorry, I missed it.”
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