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i'm a fool, i've been howling at a hollow moon


agel goob
g1: fur, hair, weight, pawpad shape, pupil shape
g2: ears
t1: custom membrane halo, custom membrane wings, custom non-membrane tail



to win this goob i want you to tell me what their relationship is with the moon! there is no word limit and extras (art, songs, moodboards, etc) are totally fine! this will end on halloween!



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[NeonFoxPaw]

username: NeonFoxPaw
name: Meteorum
pronouns: They/Them
prompt: I think they don't like the moon to much, even though it's probably the safest place they've known. After loosing an eye and being trapped as the moon's priest/priestess I think their relationship with the moon might be a little rocky (pun intended). However ever since they've become the moon's priest/priestess they've never felt afraid since. The fact that their partner tried to sacrifice them to the moon when they both went to visit the temple didn't help and that they only became priest/priestess after causing their partners demise through self preservation left a sour taste in their mouth.

[!karkat]

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username ;; !karkat / id ;; 994538

the moon will sing a song for me
i loved you like the sun

name ;; kunikuzushi
pronouns ;; it/he

bore the shadows that you made
with no light of my own
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kuzushi was born into his village on a full moon. elders in their village had spoken of this night for ages. of course, as a child, kuzushi had no clue. it
was under the impression that all of the children in his village were treated the way he had been treated — being dubbed a "puppet of the moon" while all of the adults would shower him with gifts and ask him questions about the future of their village — he quickly realized that he was wrong. according to everyone else in his village he had . . powers of some sort.

kunikuzushi, dear child. i understand the pressure you are experiencing. allow me to apologize.

around nine or so, kuzushi began to hear things. voices coming from the sky, they sounded like. it was never a consistent voice. it felt scattered, however he could always tell that these voices belonged to the same creature.

surely you can imagine the guilt that would wash over him when once upon a full moon, on the night of the ignis luna festival, the voices spoke to him once more. spoke about death, tragedy. loss and mourning. whispers of war and bloodthirst in his ear from the creature in the sky, his kin around him oblivious to the horrible things he was invisioning. of course he had no clue what to make of this. previously the moon creature had only whispered good things. kept him company on cold nights, told him of prophecies and legends spread throughout his village previously. kuzushi hadn't the slightest clue what to do. he felt hopeless.

as the night passed, things seemed peaceful. the festival went on. nothing odd happened. it felt out of place and worried kuzushi slightly, however it assumed perhaps the voices were only messing with him. trying to scare him, maybe testing its faith in them?

oh, my dear. why must you never heed our warnings?

he'd woken up the next morning, shaking and alone. his village reduced to nothing but ashes. all of their homes and crops, animals and resources — it was as if they'd never even existed. it could see the remains of others. people he knew. those he'd had relationships with. elders it had grown to trust.

so. what was the question? his relationship with the moon? well, quite obviously he'd grown to hate us. in a village full of nothing but praise for the moon, born and seen as a gift from said moon, and that very same moon being the reason you are left alone and cold, lost and confused as to why any of this would ever happen.. there was no better reason to despise us now. it was never our intention. we wished the poor boy to listen to us, to take our advice. however it was always a very confused child. never fully understanding his potential. he now believes the ruin and destruction of his village to be his fault ans blames it all on the moon.

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i. rule #4 - fish inside a birdcage fish in a birdcage
ii. the heroine unwoman
iii. dancing devil small leaks sink ships
iv. puppet loosely strung the correspondents
v. the moon will sing the crane wives
vi. until i am whole the mountain goats
vii. salt in the wound julien baker, pheobe bridgers
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[bakuraas.]

marking :eyes:
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[Sadcat]

Mark ? Maybe

[fruitbat]

[xxGOOBIE POLICE DEPARTMENTxx]
username: fruitbatxxxxxxxcriminal number: 450105
STILL ON THE LOOSE, REWARD GRANTED FOR ARREST

name: Rafael Ramino
alias: Raf, Boss, "Nighthawk"
pronouns: He/him
class: Tier 5 boss of The Kings Club
place of arrest: n/a
crime: robbery, money laundering, firearm offences, high-level violence

[xxA CRIMINALS PLAYLISTxx]
music so good its a crime

grandson - Bury Me Face Down
Fall Out Boy - The Phoenix
Architects - Death Is Not Defeat
You Me At Six - Underdog
Big Sean, Post Malone - Wolves
The Seige - The Drum
Barns Courtney - Champion
Joji - Afterthought
Bruno Mars - Talking To The Moon

“Aye, boss, is it go-time yet?” Daemon asked impatiently, bouncing his back leg in anticipation. Rafael looked over at Daemon with a sharp gaze, not saying a word. Rafael was a Goobie of few words, so this wasn’t unusual, but the silence screamed annoyance towards Daemon. The young Goobie didn’t know better anyway, he was only new to The Kings Club. Rafael let it slide like water off a duck's back but would sternly remind Daemon of his position if he ever tried to question Rafael’s authority like that again. Silias and Malcious chuckled under their breath at the silent warning given to Daemon. “I can’t believe he just did that… such bravery!” Silias exclaimed to his good friend Malcious, who was seated right beside him. “Must think he’s next in line for the throne- not!” Malcious replied back, still in a fit of chuckles and a snort here and there. Harper, the second in command, nudged the two in warning. “If you don’t zip it, you’ll be next!” they snarled, looking over at Rafael to see if the time was right yet.

Welcome to The Kings Club, a small gang formed by many different yet dangerous personalities. Rafael, the infamous and intimidating boss with a business to run and a reputation to uphold. He’s tough and respected amongst the darkness of the streets, but a total gentleman and heartthrob when the sun comes out to play. He knows who will follow until the end and knows who to cut loose when they no longer serve a purpose to him. Most of his comrades have been with him from the start, making the team extremely great at what they do best: gang crime. Harper, the second in command, is most like Rafael, and will pull the other members into line when and if they deem necessary. Silias and Malcious, the two so-called “comedians'', are the ones pulled into line the most, but make it their personal mission to never get caught by the boss. Daemon, the rookie, joined a few months ago. Rafael is honestly impressed with his work so far, knowing he’ll make a great addition to the team- if he could just be a little more patient.

Daemon finds it hard to understand The Kings Club policies and procedures. You see, the gang works solely off the moon and its phases. Since a young goo, Rafael has been fascinated by the moon and its ability to change and adapt with the night sky. As a life-long member of the night owl society, the darkness has brought comfort and security for Rafael since the beginning. He cannot explain why or how it makes him feel so at peace, so best not to ask.
Due to his deep love for the moon and its benefits, Rafael decided it was the only way this gang were to function if they were going to be successful. And so far, no one has questioned because it has worked every time, without a doubt. The moon plays an incredibly huge role in the schedule of The Kings Club. When the moon is full, they do not step foot outside. They do not even think about crime. Instead, Rafael invites them all to a team dinner, where they are free of speculation and law. The full moon, or close to one, is considered a bad omen and curses the gang with bad fortune. The crescent moon is the best; the gang believe the crescent moon represents a bowl that has the capacity to fill with all the riches they desire. The thinner the bowl, the luckier they are. But... What about no moon?...

“Looks like the clouds are heavy tonight, I can’t see the moon…” Rafael muttered softly with a disappointed sigh. “What are we gonna do boss?” Harper asked as they put a paw on his shoulder in reassurance. “No moons are the most difficult, I never know what the outcome might be” Rafael said as he began to think; to take a chance, risk it all, or stay quiet for the night? “It’s a pretty big job boss, it’d be a shame to miss it…” Silias added, trying to convince Rafael to go ahead with the plans. Harper had constructed the perfect plan, so moon or no moon, it was sure to work. Silias was all about the action anyway, so they were itching to get out in the field and have some fun. Rafael looked to his second in command for guidance, “Whadda ya think?” “I'd love to see Nighthawk make an appearance tonight...” Harper replied with a smirk. Rafael was incredible to watch on the field. He was seamless, effortless, almost calming to watch as he weaved in and out of anything that stood between his team and their loot. “Alright, let's go team” Rafael said as he quickly prepared himself for what was going to be a risky night.

[xxCREDITSxx]

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Solos- Harper and Malcious
Caeleesi- Daemon
Canva- moodboard made by myself with F2U images

[Caeleesi]

username: caeleesi
name: Helios
pronouns: he/him

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As the sun goes down, up comes the moon. The sun begs for the chance to catch just a glimpse of the beauty that comes with night... but his dream will never come true, as the cycle must forever continue... or must it?

The sun sits in the sky, staring down at the land of which it rules. He is amazed by all the goings of the goobies and other creatures, watching them play, fight, and most of all, create. The sun loves the land and all its citizens, every cycle brings something new to see- and he always enjoys watching what it shows him.

One fateful day as the sun began to set, however, he happened to look elsewhere, away from the bustling of the world. He gasped at what he saw there, the moon peeking her head over the corner. She was cloaked in his light, beaming a gorgeous pure white. The sun thought the moon was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Thus began a new era - one where the Sun would try to set faster, so that he may once again see the moon, This lasted throughout spring - nobody could figure out why the days were now shorter.

The sun decided that he would do anything to meet this pure light in the sky, and struggled to break free. That's when it happened- a passing-by planet just happened to be able to give him a hand. As the world went dark in an eclipse, the sun broke free of its binds to the sky... and everything blacked out. That night, the moon would turn blood red.

He woke up confused and dizzy, blinking his eyes as he realised- he had eyes! and paws! He looked down at his slumped body on the ground. But it was a little dark... He looked up at the blackened sky - and there she was, the love of his life- the moon. At first, he was a little worried about the rising of... well, him- the sun... but it appeared as though he had nothing to worry about as the sun rose the next day.

Sighing contently as the sun began to set that night, he chose a new name for himself, choosing to go by Helios instead of Sun.
Every day from now on, he would watch the moon appear - and plead with her to join him. He didn't know if she could hear him, but he hoped one day that she would come down and they would be united as he felt they were always meant to be.

As he stopped pleading with the moon that night and turned to leave, he froze in his tracks and gazed in awe at the goobie before him.

"I'm a fool, I've been howling at a hollow moon"

[CO1LD]

username: CO1LD
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xx xx xx xxxx ᎧᏒᎮᏂᏋᏬᏕ
xx xxxxx "the darkness of the night"
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"My heart was born out of the fire."
"I've lost love a thousand years ago..and still, I cant find her."
Years ago, Orpheus had a mate that one day passed away due to a
untreated illness. He was so in love with her, he began to have
dreams that she still watched over him from the nigh sky as the moon.
As time went on he began to praise the moon as if it were his lover.
Whether it be a delusion or not, he KNOWs his love and purpose- which is
to praise and protect Her glory.

The moon is his obsession. He writes to Her. He sings to Her.
He has carefully calculated Her appearances and audience of stars
among Her.. The moon is Her. Through grief, She has become his goddess.

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x .♮gender♮ Xenogender
x .♮pronouns♮ He/Them
x .♮age♮ Adult
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x˛☾’ Lacrimosa
x˛☾’ Dark Star
x˛☾’ Riverbed
x˛☾’ Doom
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[Oliiviine]

username: Oliiviine
name: Axios
pronouns: he/him
prompt: with the cycles of the moon he slowly wakes and goes back to sleep. From a new moon to a full moon he wakes, and from a full moon to a new moon he falls back to sleep.

[Furrydogs12]

username: Furrydogs12
name: Phase
pronouns: He/Him
prompt:



Howling up at the moon tonight,
The orb glows with delight
The goddess lives within,
Creator of our kin

Running alongside the stars,
Dimming pats the speed of cars
The goddess watches us,
Her presence voluminous
Listen to her melody,
The immortal entity

Even if all goes wrong,
The moon will be there all night long
The owls sing in her grace,
Soft clouds of lace

The soft glow,
Of her pure light flow
Soothing your pain,
Removing the scarring chain



The passion burns,
The anger churns
The moon turns red,
Might come some bloodshed

Waters quiet peacefully,
Boats float gracefully
The moon is silky white,
There are no fights tonight

The moon is shaded grey,
Sorrow shines through the fray
Storm clouds soon start to form,
Be ready for a storm

Her light heals the dark scars,
Melts the prison bars
Let the hope guide you,
Guide you through

Phase believes the moon controls fate. He thinks that she changes her appearance depending on her mood. When the moon shines white, she is happy and good things shall happen. If she’s grey, it’ll be a sorrowful day with a chance of rain. If the moon is red, she’s angry and something terrible will happen.