moonie 🌙
@mooniefables.bsky.social
she/her | simmer & storyteller | turning pixels into stories | moon child | wolf enthusiast
First part of the update is finally here! I know, I know… that cliffhanger is absolutely killing us, right? Well… we’ll find out who it is very soon 👀 And trust me, I’m pretty sure it’s not who you think it is 🤭
February 19, 2026 at 7:28 PM
First part of the update is finally here! I know, I know… that cliffhanger is absolutely killing us, right? Well… we’ll find out who it is very soon 👀 And trust me, I’m pretty sure it’s not who you think it is 🤭
Virginia and Jeremiah are probably down in the winery, talking, very likely at his expense if Jeremiah’s involved. The thought almost draws a crooked smile from Rowan as he pushes back his chair and heads for the door, expecting a routine interruption at worst.
He steps outside and stops short.
He steps outside and stops short.
February 19, 2026 at 6:40 PM
Virginia and Jeremiah are probably down in the winery, talking, very likely at his expense if Jeremiah’s involved. The thought almost draws a crooked smile from Rowan as he pushes back his chair and heads for the door, expecting a routine interruption at worst.
He steps outside and stops short.
He steps outside and stops short.
So when he hears the crunch of tires outside, his fingers still over the keyboard. The sound cuts through the quiet clinic, too loud, too sudden. He lifts his head, listening as the engine dies and a car door slams shut. No phone call. No warning. That alone is unusual.
February 19, 2026 at 6:30 PM
So when he hears the crunch of tires outside, his fingers still over the keyboard. The sound cuts through the quiet clinic, too loud, too sudden. He lifts his head, listening as the engine dies and a car door slams shut. No phone call. No warning. That alone is unusual.
Rowan sits at his computer, shoulders slightly hunched, the glow of the screen lighting his face as he types up the day’s visit charts. The clinic is technically closed, but he rarely treats that as absolute. In a town like this, closed only means call first, and people usually do.
February 19, 2026 at 6:20 PM
Rowan sits at his computer, shoulders slightly hunched, the glow of the screen lighting his face as he types up the day’s visit charts. The clinic is technically closed, but he rarely treats that as absolute. In a town like this, closed only means call first, and people usually do.
Jeremiah lets out a dry chuckle. “Girl, I ain’t blind.”
“Well, you might be,” she shoots back.
He just watches her for a second, that knowing look never quite leaving his face. “Mm-hmm.”
“Well, you might be,” she shoots back.
He just watches her for a second, that knowing look never quite leaving his face. “Mm-hmm.”
February 19, 2026 at 6:13 PM
Jeremiah lets out a dry chuckle. “Girl, I ain’t blind.”
“Well, you might be,” she shoots back.
He just watches her for a second, that knowing look never quite leaving his face. “Mm-hmm.”
“Well, you might be,” she shoots back.
He just watches her for a second, that knowing look never quite leaving his face. “Mm-hmm.”
He tilts his chin toward the open doorway, toward the stretch of land beyond it. “This place. The ranch.” A beat. Then, with the faintest hint of a grin, “And maybe that redheaded boy wanderin’ around it.”
“Please,” Virginia scoffs, rolling her eyes.
“Please,” Virginia scoffs, rolling her eyes.
February 19, 2026 at 6:00 PM
He tilts his chin toward the open doorway, toward the stretch of land beyond it. “This place. The ranch.” A beat. Then, with the faintest hint of a grin, “And maybe that redheaded boy wanderin’ around it.”
“Please,” Virginia scoffs, rolling her eyes.
“Please,” Virginia scoffs, rolling her eyes.
“I am saying so.”
Jeremiah lets out a low hum, folding his arms. “Ain’t no crime in admittin’ you’ve grown used to things.”
“Used to what?”
Jeremiah lets out a low hum, folding his arms. “Ain’t no crime in admittin’ you’ve grown used to things.”
“Used to what?”
February 19, 2026 at 5:51 PM
“I am saying so.”
Jeremiah lets out a low hum, folding his arms. “Ain’t no crime in admittin’ you’ve grown used to things.”
“Used to what?”
Jeremiah lets out a low hum, folding his arms. “Ain’t no crime in admittin’ you’ve grown used to things.”
“Used to what?”
“Unless…” Jeremiah adds, voice casual but eyes far too perceptive, “you ain’t so sure you wanna leave no more.”
Virginia straightens a fraction. “What? No. I do.” The denial comes fast, almost tripping over itself. “I just… It’s nerves.”
“If you say so.” He doesn’t sound convinced.
Virginia straightens a fraction. “What? No. I do.” The denial comes fast, almost tripping over itself. “I just… It’s nerves.”
“If you say so.” He doesn’t sound convinced.
February 19, 2026 at 5:40 PM
“Unless…” Jeremiah adds, voice casual but eyes far too perceptive, “you ain’t so sure you wanna leave no more.”
Virginia straightens a fraction. “What? No. I do.” The denial comes fast, almost tripping over itself. “I just… It’s nerves.”
“If you say so.” He doesn’t sound convinced.
Virginia straightens a fraction. “What? No. I do.” The denial comes fast, almost tripping over itself. “I just… It’s nerves.”
“If you say so.” He doesn’t sound convinced.
He studies her for a moment, not the barrels, not the grapes; 𝘩𝘦𝘳. “Well,” he says at last, tone gentler than usual, “good work don’t wait forever. Sometimes it opens the door quicker than you planned. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’ ready before you feel ready.”
February 19, 2026 at 5:30 PM
He studies her for a moment, not the barrels, not the grapes; 𝘩𝘦𝘳. “Well,” he says at last, tone gentler than usual, “good work don’t wait forever. Sometimes it opens the door quicker than you planned. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’ ready before you feel ready.”
“It is. I do,” Virginia answers too quickly, the words stumbling over each other as if speed might make them steadier. “I just… didn’t think it’d be this—”
“Soon?” he supplies, easy as breathing.
She nods once. “Yeah. Soon.”
“Soon?” he supplies, easy as breathing.
She nods once. “Yeah. Soon.”
February 19, 2026 at 5:20 PM
“It is. I do,” Virginia answers too quickly, the words stumbling over each other as if speed might make them steadier. “I just… didn’t think it’d be this—”
“Soon?” he supplies, easy as breathing.
She nods once. “Yeah. Soon.”
“Soon?” he supplies, easy as breathing.
She nods once. “Yeah. Soon.”
He gestures toward the barrel with a slow, satisfied nod. “To put your name on a bottle and sell it at the next town fair.”
She blinks, caught off guard. “Sell it?”
Jeremiah’s mouth bends into a knowing half-smile. “Ain’t this what you been workin’ toward? Leavin’ this town?”
She blinks, caught off guard. “Sell it?”
Jeremiah’s mouth bends into a knowing half-smile. “Ain’t this what you been workin’ toward? Leavin’ this town?”
February 19, 2026 at 5:10 PM
He gestures toward the barrel with a slow, satisfied nod. “To put your name on a bottle and sell it at the next town fair.”
She blinks, caught off guard. “Sell it?”
Jeremiah’s mouth bends into a knowing half-smile. “Ain’t this what you been workin’ toward? Leavin’ this town?”
She blinks, caught off guard. “Sell it?”
Jeremiah’s mouth bends into a knowing half-smile. “Ain’t this what you been workin’ toward? Leavin’ this town?”
“You’re ready,” Jeremiah says one afternoon, voice carrying easily across the winery.
Virginia lifts her head, one foot still half-pressed into the grapes. “Ready for what?”
Virginia lifts her head, one foot still half-pressed into the grapes. “Ready for what?”
February 19, 2026 at 5:01 PM
“You’re ready,” Jeremiah says one afternoon, voice carrying easily across the winery.
Virginia lifts her head, one foot still half-pressed into the grapes. “Ready for what?”
Virginia lifts her head, one foot still half-pressed into the grapes. “Ready for what?”
He opens the clinic early, the smell of disinfectant and coffee replacing the scent of hay and frost. The hours there ground him. And when he returns to the ranch later, there’s no longer that strange uncertainty in his chest. The house doesn’t feel borrowed or guarded. It feels settled.
February 19, 2026 at 4:50 PM
He opens the clinic early, the smell of disinfectant and coffee replacing the scent of hay and frost. The hours there ground him. And when he returns to the ranch later, there’s no longer that strange uncertainty in his chest. The house doesn’t feel borrowed or guarded. It feels settled.
Virginia still isn’t one for long conversations, but he grows accustomed to the silence she carries with her. It no longer feels tense or defensive; it simply becomes another part of the rhythm. He learns that her quiet isn’t rejection, it’s just the way she occupies the world.
February 19, 2026 at 4:40 PM
Virginia still isn’t one for long conversations, but he grows accustomed to the silence she carries with her. It no longer feels tense or defensive; it simply becomes another part of the rhythm. He learns that her quiet isn’t rejection, it’s just the way she occupies the world.
Rowan changes too, though he doesn’t notice it happening. The careful way he used to move around the house gradually disappears. He stops tiptoeing through his own space. The ranch sounds like a lived-in place again.
February 19, 2026 at 4:30 PM
Rowan changes too, though he doesn’t notice it happening. The careful way he used to move around the house gradually disappears. He stops tiptoeing through his own space. The ranch sounds like a lived-in place again.
The phrase '𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦' dissolves somewhere along the way, not replaced by I want to stay, but simply forgotten; like a door she once kept open that has quietly swung shut on its own.
February 19, 2026 at 4:22 PM
The phrase '𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦' dissolves somewhere along the way, not replaced by I want to stay, but simply forgotten; like a door she once kept open that has quietly swung shut on its own.
Weeks have slipped by without announcement. The days no longer feel counted or temporary. Her jacket hangs on the same hook every evening without her noticing; her mug finds the same corner of the counter each morning.
February 19, 2026 at 4:11 PM
Weeks have slipped by without announcement. The days no longer feel counted or temporary. Her jacket hangs on the same hook every evening without her noticing; her mug finds the same corner of the counter each morning.
Mornings begin to look different. Virginia moves slowly through each stretch, each breath measured, deliberate, as if the world has finally given her permission to take up space. The cold air curls around her skin, but she doesn’t flinch.
February 19, 2026 at 4:00 PM
Mornings begin to look different. Virginia moves slowly through each stretch, each breath measured, deliberate, as if the world has finally given her permission to take up space. The cold air curls around her skin, but she doesn’t flinch.
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🌿 Looking for a cc-free, multi-functional lot for San Myshuno? Just shared this build that is an arts warehouse (with a creative space), a dingy old laundromat, a rooftop area for band practice and an apartment building *whew* lol more pics on my Tumblr! Gallery ID: atticwindowcc #showusyourbuilds
February 19, 2026 at 3:13 PM
🌿 Looking for a cc-free, multi-functional lot for San Myshuno? Just shared this build that is an arts warehouse (with a creative space), a dingy old laundromat, a rooftop area for band practice and an apartment building *whew* lol more pics on my Tumblr! Gallery ID: atticwindowcc #showusyourbuilds
Don’t mind me, I’m out here changing names everywhere. It’s just one of those days. Still Moonie, though. Always ✨
Meanwhile… my babies pregnant!! 👀🤰
Meanwhile… my babies pregnant!! 👀🤰
February 19, 2026 at 9:52 AM
Don’t mind me, I’m out here changing names everywhere. It’s just one of those days. Still Moonie, though. Always ✨
Meanwhile… my babies pregnant!! 👀🤰
Meanwhile… my babies pregnant!! 👀🤰
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Another of my current obsessions is Virginia and Rowan by @bymooniemoon.bsky.social. We don't know Virginia's backstory yet, but this seems to fit with what we currently know.
🎵𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘶𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥
𝘚𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧
𝘖𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢🎵
🎵𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘶𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥
𝘚𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧
𝘖𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢🎵
February 15, 2026 at 12:57 AM
Another of my current obsessions is Virginia and Rowan by @bymooniemoon.bsky.social. We don't know Virginia's backstory yet, but this seems to fit with what we currently know.
🎵𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘶𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥
𝘚𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧
𝘖𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢🎵
🎵𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘶𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥
𝘚𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧
𝘖𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢🎵
Weekend got a little chaotic over here, so i’ll be dropping the first half of the update tomorrow, and the second half on Sunday! It turned out way longer than I expected and I don’t think I can survive posting for five hours straight 😂
See you tomorrow with part one! 👀✨
See you tomorrow with part one! 👀✨
February 18, 2026 at 7:57 PM
Weekend got a little chaotic over here, so i’ll be dropping the first half of the update tomorrow, and the second half on Sunday! It turned out way longer than I expected and I don’t think I can survive posting for five hours straight 😂
See you tomorrow with part one! 👀✨
See you tomorrow with part one! 👀✨
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highly recommend fucking off from social media for one or two days at a time. read. play games. frolic with some pixies in the fucking woods for 24hrs. it's simple. it's obvious. no, it won't solve everything or even do a whole lot, but it helps a bit, and sometimes a bit is the best we can get
April 10, 2025 at 10:17 PM
highly recommend fucking off from social media for one or two days at a time. read. play games. frolic with some pixies in the fucking woods for 24hrs. it's simple. it's obvious. no, it won't solve everything or even do a whole lot, but it helps a bit, and sometimes a bit is the best we can get
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February 16, 2026 at 4:18 PM
Hello, lovelies! I might be a little quiet on my end for a bit. There’s a lot happening in my personal life right now, and I’m at that point where I’m not entirely sure how to manage everything I’m feeling and going through. So please bear with me for a while.
February 16, 2026 at 8:44 AM
Hello, lovelies! I might be a little quiet on my end for a bit. There’s a lot happening in my personal life right now, and I’m at that point where I’m not entirely sure how to manage everything I’m feeling and going through. So please bear with me for a while.