Moonie Does Stuff (requests open)

A short backstory for Nyx from the Fantasy RP.

nyx used to be human. they dream of it when they sink into meditation, night terrors of when they were mortal and a she and above all, /broken/. it is so much better being a creature of shadow, and not dealing with those nasty issues of gender or romance. they have tanglebuddies, and that's all they need.

she had found a book, a wondrous leather-bound book. she could hear it whispering, and she stole it then and there. no one noticed her hugging it to her chest like a small child's comfort toy. and after all, wasn't that what it was? it wasn't a real book, or it hadn't been until she was chosen as a tanglebuddy.

the eldritch horrors of the shadows of the world called to her, and the book that appeared gave her the chance to become one of them. she steeped herself in shadow magic, and c h a n g e d.

mortals aren't meant to be so near darkness. her eyes were the first to go, turning blank white and showing her the world in shades of black and white. next her hair, which everyone had always petted and cooed over. it turned into writhing tentacles that floated around her.

she began to refer to herself as a 'them'. weren't they plural, now? all the shadows were a part of them, and everything belonged to them. there could be no shadows without light, and that was theirs too.

they float through the world now, searching for t a n g l e b u d d i e s. they will never be alone anymore, or be forced to accept touches they do not want. they are more powerful than these strange fleshlings, and only in their dreams do they remember what they once were and weep for the poor, lonely little girl taken in by shadowy horrors.

A lizard alien who had hidden himself on Earth sheds his skin and returns to the mothership.

It's a cold, dark night outside, but does that stop a teenaged boy from climbing out his window to land with a thump on the street? Of course it doesn't! Hiss makes a good landing, bending his knees in their skinny jeans to hit the ground and roll into a somersault. He is the spy. It is him.

He has better things to do than lurk on his computer talking to fuzzy princesses. His people are coming for him, and he refuses to be left on this awful planet any longer. Humans smell weird, and look weird too, in their pink and brown piglike skins with no scales anywhere.

He runs through the street, his tail escaping his disguise and lashing behind him. The green scales reflect the streetlights oddly and match the grass along the sides of the road. He's never quite been sure why the human country they plopped him down in, Iceland, is green instead of icy.  Humans are freaks. He'll be glad to escape this nasty, polluted earth and the icky mammals inhabiting it.

The ship pulls him up in a flare of white light as he runs, and when the spots covering his vision clear, his commanders are in front of him, their tails twined together. They kiss, and Alpha steps forward to shake his hand, Omega standing back with slitted pupils.

"Thank you for doing such a good job, Hissaray. We're sorry you had to deal with the humans for so long, you look absolutely atrocious."

He rips out of his fake skin, claws shredding the flesh easily and revealing the lizard person underneath. His eyes adjust to the light now that they're not covered, and his mohwak and tail tuft fluff back up.

"And now, we can destroy this planet. They hold nothing of use."

He presses his claws against the spaceship window, scratching at the glass in his excitement as they take off and a red laser shoots down, obliterating the earth in a beautiful explosion. What a sight. It's the only good thing to come from his 17 years of pretending to be one of them and living on this planet. At least it was pretty in its death.

A poem for school, in both Latin and English.

cave canem/is de tres caput/qui custodiat iuana ad infernum./sed quis custodiet ipsos custodes?/quis computabit pro omnes peccatas?/flammae inferni in et in arderunt, depones omnes controversias.

Beware the dog, he of three heads, who guards the gate to hell. But who will guard the guardians? Who will account for all the sins? The flames of hell burn on and on, leaving all questions.

Lilacstar and Moorstrike meet, long after their respective deaths. Request by Lilacstar over text.

Things changed, after death, and even before that. Lilacstar and Moorstrike’s relationship had started to die on the inside when StarClan killed theit kits. His former love for StarClan as a medicine cat evaporated in the wind, leaving him hollowed out and bitter, the love of his life gone. He could somewhat replace it by loving Lilac, focusing on that instead, but she had more of the Clan to care about than just him, and he had only her. So when his mother wanted him to kill the Dark Forest’s leader, having trained him to be strong and cunning, he did so, to stick it to StarClan and reclaim parts of his identity. He killed her, and rose to the leader of the Dark Forest, equal to his mate now, but unable to tell her. When she found out, she was horrified, and killed him herself.

Years later, after she’d lost her 9th life, they met at the border between StarClan and the Dark Forest. They were both scared and lonely, unknowing of what they could possibly have now. She had killed him, and he had deserved it. They were antitheses now, opposites in ideal and form, and their new Clans were at war. That didn’t stop them from creeping up to each other, greeting their former mates with a careful nuzzle, almost flinching back when their fur touched. Lilacstar’s fur shone with stars, and Moorstrike’s eyes sucked in the darkness as they pressed their coats together, twining their tails and staying silent. If they didn’t talk, they could almost pretend they were still alive, that nothing had ever changed, and maybe it hadn’t, when they were like this. They could only pretend, but for now, it was enough.