Luna et al · 12:48am Jun 2nd, 2013
It always struck me as unusual how few fucks anyone gives about Luna sometimes. I know people get like "OMG she is so cool and dark and introverted just liek meee!!!" or at least, some of them, but I wonder how many people have thought about what it would be like to have been in her situation; trapped not on but 'in' the moon (which implies to me a magically-sustained non-physicality) for a millennium.
One's mental fortitude would only last so long until you started to devise infinite methods to violently murder all things and finally yourself if only you had a physical body. As droll as that sounds it would almost certainly have crossed Luna's mind in a millennium. That's over thirty billion seconds, each of which could be individually counted and maybe around a quarter probably were.
Not to mention Nightmare Moon. Whatever this was, I figure Luna was still there somewhere but trapped in its head like a niggling thought and nothing more, while this creature born of jealousy and composed from hate plotted and schemed her terrible revenge. What kind of existence is that? What would that do to your sense of self?
But worse than everything else combined is that we knew it was a millennium but she had no idea how long it would last or if it would even ever stop. As far as she was concerned she could have been stuck in that horrifying position forever, until the stars burned out, her sister was dead and everything she ever knew had long since been lost to the murky depths of the ages and still she would not be free. Most sentient beings will devolve to insanity within but a month or three but she was there for a thousand years. I think I am safe in calling that a fate worse than death.
I could go on forever with my headcanon about Luna's banishment but I'm not going to here; instead, I'm going to do it in a fic which may or may not be my next. Whatever I do, I have now decided that I will not release multi-chapter stories as each chapter is written as I end up with month-long gaps between them, which is mean to you guys, so instead I will write the whole thing then release a chapter every week or so so you get regular updates.
Peace out mofos, Penjacker out.
What's that? Next chapter of Losing Control? Writing it is okay, but it's getting longer than I had originally expected and then Chrome comes along and tells me that 'poo' is not a word. Even now, in this blog, which apparently isn't a word either, both 'poo' and 'blog' have a squiggly red underline. That shouldn't be funny but exams have bogged my brain down in a quivering mess of its own excrement, so yeah.
I've given more than a fair share of thought to Luna's banishment. Best as I can think of for her to not devolve into a cackling bag of screws is that she was essentially "asleep" for its entirety, a sort of Cthulu-esque dream state until she was awakened to stalk the land once more (and promptly get a face-full of magical rainbow juice).
1119089 Being comatose would make sense I s'pose. Still, I'mma write about it.