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churchydraws · 2 years

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okay one more doodle dump of this freak (affectionate) before I start sketching the next page of the comic

They used a rock to make their fingers sharp like claws. their teeth are natural however! one of their stims is chewing and “eating” (eating in quotes because they can’t actually eat, although they do have a sense of taste) things that should not be chewed on or eaten. they probably get some chewing stim toys later, though it was probably hard to find something that their teeth wouldn’t shred.

They’re VERY aggressive in the beginning and would give little to no warning before they lunged and lashed at whatever they deemed a threat, especially if they thought the threat was armed or could potentially hurt them. They mostly kept to themselves before Sun and Moon found them, moving from place to place to squat for a few days before moving on. they’re very street smart! Being in a (mostly) stable living location was a huge struggle for them because they were so used to their routine of wander, find a place that’s secluded, stay there a while, and then move on to a new place. “Blankets and a bed? A warm building? Clean clothes? People who want to help and care about me? What’s that? I only know the cold, dark, dank streets with decrepit abandoned buildings to hide in and dangerous threats that must be hurt before they hurt me, sir!”

Of course after a while they very slowly calm down, their pain receptors are fixed so they aren’t in constant pain, they get some healthy outlets for their violent urges, and are generally much happier. They’re still wary towards strangers though, and they don’t work with kids like Sun and Moon do because it’s overwhelming for them.

#dont tag as ship #sun and moon show bloodmoon #the sun and moon show bloodmoon #tw implied self harm #the self harm warning is mostly there because they're biting themself. they probably get some chewing stim toys later #/blood #tw blood #/tw blood #sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #bloodmoon fnaf #fnaf bloodmoon #also I should probably state that Bloodmoon doesn't become friends with Lunar (or anyone really) for a LOOOOOONG time.#but when they do they make a club because who knows when another sibling will show up at this point #but until then Bloodmon kinda hates everyone #yes I already have some idea of a plot for them even though they've just been revealed what of it #my art #fanart

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roxyloserlesbian-arts · 2 years

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The them

Violetta Bloodmoon and her werewolf girlfriend and maid-bodyguard Dakota.

#my art #my oc #originalcharacter #oc #roxyllart #oc art #dakota #violetta #violetta bloodmon

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starii-lins · 3 months

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hey woah neon bloodmon ina dress

first time doing neon stuff so if anyone has tips pls lmk :3

#tw eyestrain #neon #kinda #bright colors #my art #sams #sun and moon show #tsams #bloodmoon #bloodmoon sams #unrealistic blood #again kinda #posted this while eating nutella

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tzitzimitl-eztli · 4 months

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I don't know if you watch The Sun and Moon Show, but if you have, what would the rest of their family be like? (Eclipse (evil), Lunar, Earth, Solar Flare, Solar (aka Good Eclipse), OG Bloodmoon twins, Clone Bloodmon twins, The Creator and Killcode?)

Well, this is the first time I know about them, although I have seen those designs, they are very incredible! But I'm afraid it's just the two of them.

#ask response

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3verythingisfine · 24 days

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My rant about Bloodmoon (spoilers)

ok before anyone comes after me, I do love Bloodmon as a character.

They aren’t like the other villains where they have someone sort end goal in mind. All Bloodmoon wants to do is cause chaos and destruction in their wake and have fun killing ppl. That being said, they are a terrible person. They show no positive qualities that could save them and are hated by just about everyone. They show no signs of wanting to change and start doing right. They have been given plenty of opportunities to go on a right path, but as they said recently, they had no desire to change because they like who they are.

so why should they be redeemed?

I’ve seen ppl getting made at the recent Puppet and Monty Podcast for making fun of Bloodmoon’s dead brother. They say that they were being too mean to him and how they should lay off. But like why?

First of all, that’s kinda the whole point of the podcast. They’ve made fun at just about everyone and especially dug into the villains. So why should Bloodmoon be any different?

Secondly, why should they feel sympathy for someone who had just turned their back at them? It’s literally their fault why one of them is dead and maybe if they hadn’t turned their back the other maybe they would have been sympathetic.

I think it’s clearly obvious that from the most recent upload that Bloodmoon is going to get back at Monty by hurting Vegeta and that will be the final straw.

I feel like a lot of the characters are like “ but I can fix them” when it’s not the case. i hope they don’t redeem him because it will show how some ppl don’t want no deserve help.

tldr: bloodmoon shouldn’t be redeemed

#tsams #tsams bloodmoon #tsams bloodtwins

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empressl6 · 3 months

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So, I made my second Pokemon Oc. I will post the first one after doing some rework.

I know she doesn't have an age. That's because she is the same age as Drayton but his age is listed as Unknown(I assume he is 17 or 18 so the same is imply to Daphne). Other than that, I will list some facts about her.

Personality wise, she is similar to Reika from Smile Precure and Tecna from Winx Club if they were a bit more serious and somewhat easier to annoy.

She is name after the Winter Daphne flower

Her mother doesn't like the fact that Daphne uses Ice types or the fact that Daphne doesn't battle.

Daphne likes to research Abnormal pokemon(Like Eternal Flower Floette and Bloodmon Ursaluna)

She made the skirt from the pants her school gave her as a part of the Uniform.

She likes dark chocolate as well as peppermints.

She is the president of the Abnormal Pokemon Research Club

She consider Drayton as her first friend at Blueberry Academy.

She transferred to Blueberry Academy halfway through the first grade.

She attended The Trainers' School back in Alola.

#mod empress #pokemon oc #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon blueberry academy #pokemon #Oc: Daphne; Pokemon #my art

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askatriangleandastar · 2 years

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What we’ve learned so far since the show takeover (and some theories)

-Eclipse has been around for at minimum over a year before July 16th went down, so over 2 years now for coming into his own awareness and then to contrive to create another

-Lunar can be physically restricted and commanded as Bloodmon couldn’t

-Bloodmoon is the one behind July 16th and likely the one behind the footage of a child’s arm being broken, as mentioned in the interrogation

-The interrogator is the only known and confirmed murder by Eclipse, who while talking a good game and has a willingness to do so has also only resorted to violence when most useful. The exception being direct account from Lunar on a personal level

-THEY TOOK ROXANNE’S EYES TO SEE THROUGH PLACES TO BETTER FIND THE STAR O H N O

-Monty is in Moon’s contacts and has a fun name so it wasn’t just a thing said in a moment of emotional vulnerability, Moon’s had that association of Monty being a friend for some time before the confiding episode in the woods.

-Golden Freddy may know of Bloodmoon in part from his ever-watching habits pertaining to those he has connections to, interests in, and for dangers he will need to confront. He knew of “a great evil” being born on July 16th, and almost certainly recognized Eclipse was NOT it when first meeting him, but said nothing for his own reasons yet to be expanded upon concretely.

-Eclipse was almost killed by Bloodmoon, had DAYS around him, and there is more time between the two not yet shown, if it ever will be

-Eclipse is possibly realizing that Lunar is not just “the dumb one” but actively fulfilling a role he’s perceived as needed and wanted by Eclipse to better be Moon’s opposite.

-Lunar is far, far better at lying with his well-established loyalty towards Eclipse and assumption of not thinking ahead covering him from suspicion when feeling out information.

-Lunar not thinking Moon’s a bad person and a decline of wanting to obliged Eclipse could be noticed by how often he’s been still when seen, even when just messing around. To only idle with his hands while otherwise remaining condensed and still, even in a small space to make it harder to move around extra, could be both fulfilling the job of “cause Moon pain” excuse and only inflicting minimal pain to give Moon some space to work with. This would also contribute to why Eclipse is so frequently having to tune Lunar, if Moon’s having greater windows to get a better shot at focusing.

-Eclipse has used gaslighting Sun and lies of omission to cover for Bloodmoon existing this whole time. To extrapolate on this:

When looking back on their first meeting on the mindscape, the mention of it being Sun’s Place and Eclipse describing himself first as “practically moon” can potentially interpreted as using that as a loophole to there not being a point to lying when there.

For SUN there’s no point in lying when facing himself, when it’s his own mind, but Eclipse is treated (rightfully so) as a hostile and unwanted resident. Not being seen as a part of Sun by Sun could contribute to that indirect lying working when in a space that gives no support or place to hide from yourself. The phrasing and behavior in the interaction there just make it rotate endlessly like a cgi potato. So much is re-contextualized now that we know full well that Eclipse WASN’T the one to kill the kids but DID facilitate and allow what DID do so, and still raises so many questions about how he takes to talking to Sun.

#Octa Talk #the sun and moon show #the sun and moon show theory #the eclipse and lunar show #These episodes have knocked down so many theories I had interpreting Eclipse and his actions from what I'd assumed was his starting point #of July 16th and now the added scale in timeline adds greatly to what I suspected was the root cause of his forming #while still negating the idea that he was sparked by a misaligned security mode activation or aka that homicide code within Sun #and a refusal to accept or process his capacity for such. for doing something so like Moon.#still like the idea it just becomes hc for an au or actual security breach content #so many thoughts....

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madcatdaderpydrawer-blog · 1 year

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I'm curious, would Revived Bloodmoon get along with a pre-Pizzaplex Red (who would still be going by Bloodmon at that point in time) that was taken in by Lord's Brother Lunar? I know Red would be skittish and would hiss and snarl (although they were skittish and growled at everyone when they were first taken in by their siblings in canon CSSverse too), how would Revived Bloodmoon respond to that?

Hm, idk. From the asks I’ve gotten it seems that revived bloodmoon is like canon bloodmoon, with the same generally feral edge. I don’t think they’d take Reds feral ness seriously, as in Wouldn’t be scared away by it. This one is feral like them, a feral goblin their older brother is trying to adopt. Just thinking that he’ll get used to it like they did eventually. Which might just offend or annoy Red because they aren’t taking him seriously XD

#sams au #the sun and moon show bloodmoon

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littletigger4 · 3 months

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Hello do you remeber that person who tried to rip your head off that one time when you did those expirements

-bloodmoon

Don't remind me.. WAIT BLOODMON?!-Miss. Jazzmine

#story #ocs #fnaf

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zuszab · 11 months

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In jojo the stands usually represent a deeper part of the character. So what dose Bloodmon rep for Sun? Kc for Moon? And Lunar for Eclipse?

BloodMoon for Sun - A deep-seated lust for blood and murder that has been suppressed for too long and a lot of guilt for doing something wrong

KC for Moon - Fondness for scaring people (not kids)

Lunar for Eclipse - Hidden goodness that cannot get out of the bottom of the heart through the swamp of bad qualities Eclipse has

BONUS: Stand design explanation

Lunar - Puppet body = Manipulation, Gas mask = Toxic behavior, Handcuffs and collar with chain = Lust of power over others/Prisoner of self, Normal Lunar Parts = Hidden Good

BloodMoon - He's no different from when he was alive, because Sun hate very much changes

KC - This is how Moon thinks he looks in the heads of little children, whose scared of him. Big, scary, bloody monster without pupils. The fluffy parts of the hat are his true, gentle nature for kids. Why purple? Because it is a color that symbolizes mystery and stimulates the imagination. Why navy blue hat? Because it is a color associated with peace and security. It is also a color associated with elegance, seriousness and trust

#sams x jojo au #facts #information #symbolism #color symbolism

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enapouyou · 4 years

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In the Castle Arc alternative timeline (belong to @lovecraft-adventures )

Insomnia meet his little brother and he very happy !

#my art #my OC #Insomnia #Bloodmon #castle arc #RP #not canon #nightkiller #nightkiller child

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inforapound · 5 years

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Bloodmoon Chapter 5

A/N - A story about Ivar and an angel. My editing is less than perfect tonight, sorry. Thank you so much for reading and for the lovely messages this week.

Warnings - If anyone treats you like Ivar acts in this chapter, please call the police. Also, I think, next chapter, they either need to kill each other or get it on.

The following evening the hall was empty except for the family who sat at the head table. Everyone was in their place but the youngest Lothbrok who was yet to appear. Lofn’s eyes continued to flick over to the empty wooden chair that sat next at the end of the table.

The tone was somewhat jovial. Jugs of ale had been shared as they waited for the platters of food to be brought out and placed down the centre of the long table. Beaming from the head seat, Aslaug continued to smile at Lofn, obviously, still relishing in the glory of receiving a true gift from the gods.

The loud clearing of a throat at the entrance to the hall drew everyone’s attention to Ivar standing, leaning on his crutch. A pale and uneasy looking Margrethe waited behind. Obnoxiously preening, Ivar made his way toward the table, grinning at no one in particular and without looking up, Margrethe followed close behind. Pulling back his chair, Ivar stood at the end of the table, scanning each person, his eyes lingering on Lofn for just an instant.

“Good evening family.”

He spoke in a loud, formal tone as if addressing a full hall of people. Ubbe shot Hvitserk a questioning glance only to have it answered with rolled eyes and a quick shrug of the shoulders. Sigurd took a drink from his cup, his eyes never leaving Margrethe’s downcast face. The guarded smile on Aslaug’s face conveyed her uncertainty with the grandeur of her beloved son and Lofn stared at Ivar, pointedly. With pressed lips and dull eyes, she was already sick of his theatrics, realizing she still had the meal to endure.

Dropping down into his chair, he flicked his head toward Margrethe who quickly dragged a chair over from a nearby table. Sitting cautiously beside Ivar, she looked down at her clutched hands, resting on her lap. Holding his hand out to Margrethe, Ivar’s smile grew syrupy sweet but faltered when she did not notice causing him to jerk his waiting hand and snap his fingers to draw her attention. Glancing up, she jolted forward, taking his hand; her eyes were wide, and her bottom lip was pinched white between her teeth. She looked terrified. Bringing their held hands down to rest on the arm of his chair, Ivar’s honeyed grin returned as he sat smugly, surveying those around the table.

Frowning, a look of concern crossed Ubbe’s face as he again glanced at Hvitserk before looking to Sigurd searching for an explanation.

“Anyway…” Sigurd said, bringing the attention back to his end of the table. “Lofn, are you feeling strong? You will be ready for the journey in two weeks time?”

“I am not in pain. My mobility is still a bit tight flying on the down-beat, but I will be ready,” Lofn nodded gently, grateful for the diversion.

Sighing loudly, Ivar rolled his eyes, again, becoming the focus of attention. With a pensive face, Aslaug continued to eye her youngest from across the table.

“I have quite an appetite this evening. Where is our meal?” Ivar said loudly, dramatically scanning the room. “Margrethe?” he spoke not looking over to her, “be a dove and feed me some berries.”

Fluttering her lids, confusion flashed across her face.

“Now!” Ivar barked, his chin motioned toward the plate of fruit on the table. Pulling her hand from his, she picked up a bunch of blackberries, lifting the dangling bunch toward his face. He snapped his head in her direction. “Not like that. One at a time, you fool.”

Swallowing, she mumbled a shaky apology and began plucking the berries from the stem placing them on the plate in front of him. Opening his mouth expectantly, she slowly grabbed two from the plate, carefully bringing them to his mouth and popping them inside, one at a time. Smiling, he chewed obnoxiously, the skin of the berries darkening his teeth.

Hvitserk looked baffled. Sigurd looked utterly disgusted and Ubbe was out of patience. Lofn bit the inside of her cheek in hopes it would steady her amusement and prevent her from laughing outwardly right in his idiotic face. Shifting on the bench, she lifted her wings to adjust, ruffling them lightly before settling them back behind her shoulders. She could not stop herself from leering sideways at him but he continued to look everywhere and at everyone but her.

“Lofn?” he spoke loudly, clearing his throat, looking up toward the rafters of the hall. “I did not realize you would be joining us for a family supper. Were you out today, flapping around?”

An exasperated scoff at the other end of the table turned all heads back to Sigurd.

‘Ivar,” Sigurd sneered. “You know exactly where she was today. You loitered in the hall for hours this afternoon.” Aslaug reached forward, placing her hand on Sigurd’s arm. Whipping his arm back from his mother’s touch, he looked straight at Lofn. “Walked past your door likely a dozen times.”

Ivar clenched his teeth and Sigurd sunk into his chair with chuffed expression, finishing off his cup of ale in one long drink.

Narrowing his eyes, Ivar glanced at Lofn. “What were you doing in there for half the day? I heard voices. Who was with you?” He blinked rapidly, his aloofness becoming brittle.

“I cannot imagine you would care who I was with. Were you not with your thrall?” Lofn dipped her head toward Margrethe. “You two look so in love.”

Ivar’s expression dropped and Margrethe's eyes flashed wide. Every person at the table could see the poor girl was holding her breath.

“Mother,” Ivar whined. “I think we have a right to know who our guest is conniving with under our roof. Do we not?” he lifted his chin arrogantly.

“It is not our place to question a messenger from the Gods.” Aslaug eyed him sternly.

“Sure, mother,” he breathed, slumping against one armrest of his chair.

Lofn turned to address Aslaug, “I was sending a message home. I was speaking with a raven at the window.”

Aslaug smiled, her nostrils still flared. “Please Lofn, no one is questioning you, dear.”

Ivar snorted loudly. “Why would Odin need a message from you? Is he not omnipresent? He needs what? An update? Ridiculous,” he grabbed Margrethe’s hand, causing her to startle, and pulled it to his face, kissing her knuckles; her already pale face was now void entirely of colour.

Lofn’s head snapped toward him. “I am warning you not to speak so casually about the All Father.”

Rolling his eyes, he took another drink from his cup. “Or what? What will you do about it?”

“Easy,” Ubbe chinned in, shooting Ivar a look of warning.

“Ivar!” Aslaug scolded. “It is an honour having Lofn here with us. A true honour. She will help avenge Ragnar.”

“Yes, mother,” his tone was sarcastic. “She will be invaluable when we battle the Saxons.” He brought his cup to his lips. “As long as they are not equipped with burlaps sacks,” he chuckled into his drink.

“Brave words for a man who cannot stand to fight.” Lofn quipped, picking up her cup and lifting it in the air toward him. “What do the legends say about those who wage war on their bellies? Oh, that’s right, there are none.” Smirking, she turned holding her drink up to those around the table. “Skol.” Chugging the remaining ale in her cup, everyone watched with eyes frozen wide and rigid in their seats.

Ivar slammed his cup down on the table causing mead to splash and plates to bounce with a clatter. Leaning forward, he glared furiously at her, his hands planted on the table in front of him.

Scowling, Lofn stared right into his eyes, and leaned in his direction, “I hope….”

In a flash, Ivar’s hand shot forward, grabbing her by the throat, his lips were pulled back in a snarl and his fingers squeezing. Her eyes flashed wide as her mouth fell open and her hands flew up, clasping onto his wrists. Soundlessly, she struggled to take a breath.

“Ivar, no!” screamed Aslaug, shooting out of her chair. Hvitserk and Ubbe, already ahead, rounded the table and grabbed Ivar by his arm and shoulders. With wild eyes, Ivar’s face was locked in rage, his breath rushed in and out of his flared nostrils and spittle shot through his gritted teeth. With dark eyes, his gaze held on her open, gaping mouth, wide and unable to scream. He looked crazed, mesmerized, as the colour in her pale face turned red, and the veins in her clutched neck puffed with her blood. Snarling, his lips pulled back further showing his long, sharp teeth.

Squinting at him, she slowly closed her mouth, her expression easing and the faintest hint of a distorted smile lifted her lips. Starling, Ivar blinked, his hand loosening its grip as he saw a glimmer of mischief flash in her dark, narrowed eyes. Releasing his hand, he grunted, slamming himself back in his chair, and Hvitserk reached down to hold him in place.

Bringing her hands to her throat, she hacked violently, keeping her watering eyes on Ivar as Aslaug knelt beside her, rubbing her back and sweeping aside her long black hair. Filling a cup with water, Ubbe crouched between Ivar and Lofn, offering her the drink.

Taking the cup, she sipped but instantly spurted the water out onto the table and coughed roughly; the contracted muscles in her bruised throat unable to swallow. Wincing as she cleared her throat, she continued to stare at a dazed-looking Ivar, who sat perfectly still, panting, working to catch his breath.

“Well done, Ivar,” her gravelly voice, rasped out. “Show them who you are.” Bringing her finger up, she tapped her temple. “This is only the start, my love.”

@flowers-in-your-hayr @naaladareia @whenimaunicorn @lol-haha-joke@tephi101 @youbloodymadgenius @yanii-the-hippie @lol-haha-joke @fangirl-nonsense @thelastemzy @captstefanbrandt @readsalot73 @geekandbooknerd

#bloodmon #tephi's 800 followers writing challenge #ivar fic #ivar lothbrok #ivar love #vikings ivar #ivar raganar #ivar smut #eventual smut #ivar and angel #ivar and lofn #ivar's heathen army #ivar the bonless

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