Moonie Writes (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.

Graypaw has a crush on the cat he's stalking. Request from Ghostheart.

As creepy as it was, watching the kittypet was growing on Graypaw. He was only following orders- Whitestorm told him that Bluestar told him to watch the cat with fur like flame, for an undisclosed reason. He sure hoped that it wasn’t just because he was cute, though that sure was a thing it could be. Rusty might be fat, a belled collar marking him as a slave to Twolegs, but his fur shone in the sunlight and his eyes almost glowed when he saw his friends. All Graypaw wanted to do now was see his eyes light up like that for him.

Even with his steadily growing crush, he couldn’t not stop him when he tried to hunt in Clan territory. ThunderClan needed that food, and Rusty was well-fed enough already (StarClan, was he..) They fought, and he won, but he regretted it all the while. When Whitestorm and Bluestar approached, he bowed his head and pinned his ears down, ashamed. When she asked Rusty to join the Clan, he was hard-pressed not to shriek with glee.

The kittypet said maybe, and his spirits dropped again. Here he was, thinking ahead of himself- it would be too easy if Rusty just went along with it. He couldn’t leave his whole life behind for some cats he barely knew and a cat who had a crush on him when he didn’t even know about it. He walked slowly away with his mentor and leader, sneaking glances behind him all the while.

He was there when Rusty said yes- he’d been stalking him again, all through the sun and a half it took him to decide. His throat was choked, so he just nodded and led Rusty back to meet the Clan (and his parents). Everything was going to be great.

Graystripe tries to feed Firestar a waffle. Request by Sunstar.

“Graystripe, I’m glad to have you back, but it only goes so far! I don’t know what a waffle is, and I don’t want one.”

Cue gasps of horror from the rest of the Clan. Firestar had let his voice get louder and louder each time he said no, and eventually he was almost yelling. Cloudtail fainted in the background after muttering something about cookies, and Graystripe just looked horrified and like he was about to cry.

Firestar froze in place, reminded of past times Graystripe had looked like that, when he was utterly devastated and in shock. This was the first time it was his fault, and that was not okay. He was an awful leader and friend. “...mousedung.”

Graystripe’s whiskers drooped, and he backed away, clutching his waffles to himself. “O-oh. Sorry for bothering you, then…”

“Wait!” Firestar cut in, stepping closer to Graystripe again with a sigh. “Fine, I’ll eat a waffle, but only for you.” Kittypet food had been awful, but he’d do anything for his friend. Heck, maybe the rest of the Clan was right and they were actually good! He grabbed one from the stack and took a bite, trying not to choke. His whiskers twitched, but he restrained himself and gave a rusty, fake purr. “...delicious. Thanks.”

“So...want another waffle?”

“NO.”

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.

Fluttershy and Discord play a trick on Rainbow Dash. Request by Ghostheart.

Fluttershy’s kindness only went so far, and Rainbow Dash had just crossed the line, putting her firmly on Fluttershy’s bad side. How dare she hurt Fluttershy’s animal friends? They were so scared that they’d dropped feathers and fur, shivering in their skins, all because Rainbow Dash decided to pull an awful prank on them. Well, Fluttershy could pull pranks too,and Rainbow would be regretting everything, begging to apologize, by the time she was done with her.

Of course, she couldn’t do it on her own. No, Discord would be helping her, using his chaos powers to make Rainbow regret hurting an animal, while Fluttershy kept him in rein from going too far. She didn’t want to be mean, not like she’d been when she was assertive Fluttershy or corrupted, but she needed to make a point, as she nodded to Discord and said, “Go.”

He zoomed off, mismatched wings beating hard and bringing him up into the sky, blowing a sparkling breath out over Rainbow’s cloud home and starting to change things. Things started to twist, rearranging and leaving little traps, all signed with a note that, when Rainbow navigated her way through everything, would read, “Don’t do that again- Fluttershy.”

And with that, she trotted off, followed by Discord. They went back to her cottage, swearing never to speak of this again as they had a lovely tea-party, which in the morning, was eventually broken with a sweaty, dirty Rainbow swooping in through the open window, clutching Tank to her barrel. “I’m sorry… now can you clean up my bucking house?!”

Bluestar and Fireheart play a trick on the Clan.

Being considered crazy had some good parts, Bluestar thought as she plotted with Fireheart. Her former apprentice trusted in her to be alright, and she was- she had recovered from her small breakdown and regained her trust in StarClan, but she wasn’t revealing that to her Clan. No, she would let them think of her as crazy just a little bit longer, all in the service of helping Fireheart play a trick on his friend.

She had already announced Firestar as deputy (not just a trick, but useful for that service) and had ‘serious’ conversations with him, wherein she invited him into her den and they plotted evil schemes under the guise of talking about the Clan. Now all they had to do was wait, and let him act. Crazy was apparently contagious, and Fireheart had caught it, as he stumbled around the camp, looking up and yelling at the sky for answers, once in a while licking the air in front of him.

The Clan freaked out, and he kept up the act for a few minutes longer before bursting into laughter, purring and collapsing to the ground. On the rock over-looking the Clan, Bluestar laughed as well, shaking her head and returning to her den after mewing a, “Psych!”  Not nice, but effective, and now she could pass off the whole thing as a slightly cruel trick, covering for her former issue. Yeah, it’d been worth it.

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.