#☾ Stardust ☽

[kazemi-archive]

alexa play don’t mess with ouija boards…

… unless it’s to get fucked by demon cock…. am i right? @tetzoro @neuviwife

[crystalized-moonlight]

"I miss my hometown, but fuck that noise. Things are much better here."

[yandere-wishes]

⋆⭒˚．⋆ Ｄｉｄｎ＇ｔ Ｍｅａｎ Ｔｏ Ｓａｙ Ｉ Ｌｏｖｅ Ｙｏｕ ⋆⭒˚．⋆

⋆｡‧˚˚ Yandere!Acolyte Men x Reader ˚˚‧｡⋆

⋆ ˚｡♡ 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝐿𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝐵𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝐿𝓎𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓈 ♡ ˚｡⋆

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✩彡 Master Sol - Bittersuite | استاد سول

I can't fall in love with you.

He's choking on his guilt again. Scorching memories reciting hymns of fire and black smoke. He can not love, he can not pine, his romances always end in doom. End in bitter blood drenching stars and ghosts scattered across solar systems. Sol can not love you, he must not love you. You're safer out of his reach.

L'amour de ma vie.

He wants to be the one, etching galaxies across your heart and spilling stars into your bones with every kiss. Your smile dips his world in midday pink, all roses and sun blooms. Your voice trails after him, haunting halls and abandoned training rooms. Your name sticks inside his throat, sticky caramel abrading his tongue to be let loose. Love of his life.

Love so bittersweet.

There are other universes, he likes to think, where his mistakes are little and he has the right to hold you in his arms. You call out to him during missions, all epithets and formality, he longs to hear to say 'Sol'. just 'Sol'.

Longs to kiss you in the dark where his memories can't reach him. You're so bittersweet…

"(Y/n)…"

⭒⭒✮ Yord Fandar - Halley’s Comet | یورد فندار

I don't want it.

He chews on the thought of you, sour under his tongue. He watches you parry under the stars, saber humming orthodox hymns. He can spill lies from his lips like coronal rain. But the confession never sticks, he shouldn't want this, want you.

And I don't want to want you.

In his dreams he's more honest, leaving a galaxy of love bites across the vast expansion of your essence. Kissing the dark corners of your eyes and sucking tenderly on the pearls of your spine, open-mouthed when he reaches your nape. Curling fingers in the nebula of your hair. You sing his name so freely it has him seeing stars.

But you're all it takes to break a promise.

He kisses you, against the temple wall, drinking in your devotion like elysian ichor. The stars in your eyes explode, whispering tenets between each breath. He feels the force reverberating between your bones, holy, ethereal. This is wrong, fundamentally, spiritual, he doesn't want to want you…But he has to.

"I, I need you."

༻｡｡☾ Qimir - Bossa Nova | قیمیر

Love when it makes you lose your bearings.

His love is an asteroid field, cataclysmic and labyrinthine, always dodging bullets aimed point blank at tattered hearts. He's always caught wondering who's truly lost. You or him. Swimming through wandering stars and pretending it's just a force-willed romance. But love doesn't lie to keep one compliant. Caging you between quasars and stella novae.

Some information is not for sharing.

"Eyes down, you've not yet earned to see my face"

You obey, little lamb that you are. Eyes tracing the ebony of his boots. He wonders if he should tell you, grasp your chin, and force his mask off. Shatter your world with his eyes. But you're too cute like this, pining after your master and playing little lovers with Qimir. It's torture most sweetly, he traces the crown of your hair with metal instead of lips, whispering sabbath shibboleths into your head. His love is red in every way.

A lot can change in twenty seconds. A lot can happen in the dark.

The cave is pitch dark, hidden from prying moonlight. It's in the dark that Sith revel in the dark that they renew. Qimir knows some things can only be confessed in blood. That's why he pushes the jagged edges of stars between your lips. Apex of your throat in hand forcing you beneath him. You giggle stardust as he marrs your bones, kissing cuts and open wounds. He lets his mask slide off, to the tune of your heartbeat. Savoring its clank and all it entails. Your shock and fear taste delicious on his tongue as does your fruitless struggle. He kisses you again all passion and possession. He likes you better when you taste of horror and shattered realities.

"You belong to me..."

✧࿐ Torbin - Birds of a Feather | توربین

We should stick together.

You pull him through the temple, laughing as you run away from another angry master. Torbin follows lovestruck, he sees peace in your eyes, in your smile. Hears it in the candance of your voice. He kisses your knuckles when you beat him at saber practice and passes you heart-shaped sticky notes during lessons. He wants to be here with you forever. Together in an eternal blush.

 I'd never think I wasn't better alone.

He whispers your name between breaths, kissing each syllable. He traces your face in the stars, cursing the remote planets he's been sent to. He misses you, but the phrase is never quite worded right, his master can never know, never understand the rhyme behind his eagerness.

Home, home, home. He repeats the words with frantic reverence. Home is where the lights paint you in their heavenly glow. Where you hold his hand and kiss fireflies across his cheek. Home is you, it's always been you…

I'll love you 'til the day that I die.

You trace the scar across his eye, dejected. Torbin kisses the hollow of your palm, basking in your presence. He made it back to you, that's all that matters. Not the witches or the massacred planet. Not the disappointment of his master or Sol's new apprentice. You're the only thing that matters to him, the only thing that has ever mattered.

"Stay with me forever my love."

Happy final week of the Acolyte!! It's been a great 7 weeks ~💜

[merakiui]

༺♡༻ 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉.

☆ welcome to the lunar love hotel, where bitter/sweet secrets are scattered amidst shimmering stardust! ☆

𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

☆ the lunar love hotel will be open and accepting guests from genshin impact and twisted wonderland throughout days 1-28 of february 2023. once the month of february has ended, the lunar love hotel will no longer be accepting guests.

☆ all guests will be written as +18. all orders will be nsfw (or sfw if specified) and x reader.

☆ for the convenience of our staff, please be patient and polite when checking in. additionally, please be specific with your order details from the menus listed below. if a reader’s gender is not specified, it will be written gender neutral.

☆ you may order two treats from each menu with up to three guests (separate or together). please make all distinctions clear when necessary.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　guest lists 　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

genshin impact - lumine, aether, kaeya alberich, lisa minci, jean gunnhildr, rosaria, diluc ragnvindr, albedo, venti, eula lawrence, mona, beidou, ningguang, keqing, tartaglia, zhongli, ganyu, xiao, yelan, shenhe, kaedehara kazuha, kamisato ayaka, yoimiya, sangonomiya kokomi, thoma, gorou, arataki itto, yae miko, raiden shogun, shikanoin heizou, tighnari, cyno, candace, nilou, dehya, alhaitham, kaveh, kabukimono/scaramouche/wanderer, il dottore, colombina, sandrone, la signora, pantalone, il capitano, arlecchino.

twisted wonderland - riddle rosehearts, ace trappola, deuce spade, cater diamond, trey clover, leona kingscholar, jack howl, ruggie bucchi, azul ashengrotto, jade leech, floyd leech, kalim al-asim, jamil viper, vil schoenheit, epel felmier, rook hunt, idia shroud, malleus draconia, silver, sebek zigvolt, lilia vanrouge, rollo flamm, neige leblanche, che’nya.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　miscellaneous menu 　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

type of writing & dynamic.

☆ assorted macarons - headcanons

☆ layered cake - oneshot (more than 1k words)

☆ flower bouquet - ficlet (under 1k words)

☆ lacy lingerie - established relationship

☆ sparkling champagne - ex-lovers

☆ cherry wine - rivals/enemies

☆ strawberry ice cream - friends with benefits

☆ sweet lollipops - [insert your own dynamic]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　midnight menu　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

yandere/dark content.

☆ red velvet cupcakes - non-con

☆ lemon squares - dub-con

☆ sea salt caramels - drugging

☆ custard donuts - forced pregnancy/baby-trapping

☆ banana pudding - kidnapping

☆ red bean mochi - stalking

☆ chamomile tea - somnophilia

☆ sugar stars - [insert your own kink/scenario or a prompt from the morning menu]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　morning menu 　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

non-yandere/fluffy content.

☆ pineapple parfait - honeymoon

☆ fruit smoothie - confession

☆ apple pancakes - date night

☆ cinnamon rolls - marriage proposal

☆ cream puffs - aftercare

☆ blueberry muffins - love letters from them to you

☆ coffee - meet-cute

☆ candy hearts - [insert your own prompt]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　lunar love hotel masterlist 　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

☆ malleus draconia - flower bouquet, red velvet cupcakes, red bean mochi.

☆ tartaglia, kaedehara kazuha, azul ashengrotto - assorted macarons, sparkling champagne, red velvet cupcakes, red bean mochi.

☆ floyd leech - layered cake, sweet lollipops, candy hearts.

☆ jade leech - flower bouquet, sea salt caramels, sugar stars.

☆ rollo flamme - layered cake, red bean mochi, blueberry muffins.

☆ ruggie bucchi - flower bouquet, strawberry ice cream, cream puffs, fruit smoothie.

☆ rook hunt - flower bouquet, red bean mochi, banana pudding.

☆ vil schoenheit, jade leech, floyd leech - flower bouquet, custard donuts.

☆ malleus draconia & azul ashengrotto - assorted macarons, lacy lingerie, sea salt caramels, lemon squares.

☆ kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, azul ashengrotto - assorted macarons, sea salt caramels, chamomile tea, sugar stars.

☆ scaramouche - layered cake, sweet lollipops, lemon squares, sea salt caramels.

☆ idia shroud - flower bouquet, lemon squares, sugar stars.

☆ floyd leech - flower bouquet, cherry wine, red velvet cupcakes.

☆ alhaitham - layered cake, red velvet cupcakes.

☆ floyd leech & jade leech - flower bouquet, banana pudding, lemon squares.

☆ jade leech - flower bouquet, red velvet cupcakes, banana pudding.

☆ scaramouche - flower bouquet, strawberry ice cream, lemon squares, custard donuts.

☆ azul ashengrotto - flower bouquet, chamomile tea, lemon squares, fruit smoothie.

☆ floyd leech & jade leech - assorted macarons, lacy lingerie, sea salt caramels, pineapple parfait.

[intergalactic-romantic]

☾ 'Stardust Faerie Fawn' ☽ Prints | Special Edition Glitter Print

[incandescentsims]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝔉𝔢𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔉𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

8. Stardust

[onyx666]

☽◯☾ let the moon settle you ☽◯☾

pairing : finnick odair x black fem coded!reader

warnings : none (will surely contain violent graphic scenes as well as some mentions of sex trafficking and forced prostitution, and smut in the future, i mean it's the hg Imaoo cmon yall)

aim for the moon. even if you miss, you may hit a star. shoot for the moon and if you miss you will still be among the stars.

"Live fast, die young, be wild. and have fun.... they say..." she expressed with a bitter laugh slipping off her lips still cringing at the mantra.

As the gloomy moonbeam reflected on the side of her face in the moonlit night, she spoke with a grace that caught the peacock's attention, still standing in the shadows. The moonlight painted her face with a soft glow, revealing a tapestry of emotions in every expression. As strands of her hair danced in the gentle breeze, Finnick observed in silence.

The night, wrapped in the luminous embrace of the moon, held the promise of a new narrative written in the language of stardust and whispered confessions.

"I believed in the country Panem used to be." she said, still holding hope for the person she wanted to become.

In this moment, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, she became Moon, a celestial muse—a constellation of emotions and experiences that left an indelible mark on his heart, even him not noticing it.

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

a/n: not proofread jsjsjsjss wtv feel free to dm me it's only the synopsis but im still open to suggestions and btw i reposted it idk i kinda hated my other blog #autism

[danosrosegarden]

spellbound - joby taylor x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{kinktober: day seven. prompt: quirofilia. 🎃}

{contains: descriptions of fingering (genitals/gender not specified).}

☽ "See something you like?"

☽ It was hysterical, really. Joby hated his own guts one minute, eyes rimmed red with tears as he moaned into your arms about how he was so close to making it big, he could practically taste the stardust granules of success on his tongue. He would curl into a ball in bed and sob about his failure as a father, too. You don't think I'm a bad person, babe, right? Shit, I made mistakes, but I'm not bad, right? Yeah?

☽ Yet the very next minute, his blood flowed with astounding egotistical grandeur. Those were the nights he grabbed hold of you roughly and staked his claim. You might pretend you were disgusted by his crass advances and those filthy words he'd whisper into your ear, but the slicked hair, the chipping black polish, the thick curves and bends of his tattoos, the smooth smirks...everything about that weasel of a man had you whipped.

☽ And in fact, you had seen something you liked. There was something about the way those long fingers plucked at his old guitar strings. The way they combed through the grease of his long hair. The way they'd end most nights pumping steadily in and out of you...there lived a certain fixation inside of your brain focused on his big, smooth hands.

☽ Joby was reluctantly romantic. He liked holding hands, but they usually ended up somewhere else instead of staying laced with yours.

☽ "You look good with a guitar in your lap," you stated. Joby offered you a small grin, moving to set it down. "You look good watching me over there." You tossed back an eye roll. "Cornball."

☽ Perhaps that was was you appreciated most about Joby...deep down, there was a true and passionate desire to make you smile and feel special. And despite that rather lackadaisical attitude he took towards sex, he still seemed to understand the intimacy that came with the act, the trust needed to be present in order for anything to work.

☽ You had grown past the point of butterflies twirling around your gut when stripping for him or your cheeks burning when those long, bony fingers were curling and dragging inside of you. Joby still was and would probably always be lots of fun to fuck. There was always something new to try, some new position to feel exposed in or some cheap, laughable toy he would pick up for you. But it always circled back to those pale, veiny hands. They were divine wherever he decided to put them. Two inside your mouth, getting your slick saliva on the skin so they can slip inside you easier! Trailing down your shivering, sensitive sides! The possibilities are endless!!

☽ It was almost as if your own fingers weren't enough anymore when you touched yourself on your own. He had put a spell on you, always leaving you craving more.

[sakura-scum]

island in the sun ☼

✧ hip hip ✧

✿ summary: CHARACTER ANALYSIS || Megumi Fushiguro is a teenager burdened with the stressors of the Jujutsu world. Quick to adapt a suicidal mentality, Fushiguro plans to seal his own fate. One day, something makes him rethink this ideology. Can an external light help reveal the light that shines from within? Inspired by Megumi's theme song appointed by Gege: Island in the Sun by Weezer! ☆

✿ w/c: ~3.6k

✿ warning: JJK S2 Shibuya Incident Spoilers! Graphic depictions of blood + scars, lots of mentions/discussions abt su!c!de

✿ a/n: in honor of the solar eclipse, i wanted to do a little sun/moon trope, ehehe~

i feel like megumi's character often gets overshadowed by gojo, itadori, or even geto by comparison. he deserved his own little spotlight and this weezer song has been on loop for me lately so i felt inspired to write this little bit. a little longer than what i usually write lol. hope u enjoy ♥︎

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I’ve always loathed summertime.

From as early as I could remember. 

I was four years old that wretched summer. The quaint apartment where Tsumiki and I stayed was uncomfortably hot. The air was thick and humid; it felt like an oven. The relentless heat oppressed us, making every breath a strained struggle. Our feeble fan, barely functional, merely stirred the stifling air around. Yet, Tsumiki claimed it as her own, propping herself up on our shared twin-sized mattress. She’d sit in front of the fan like a princess, desperately grasping for the slight relief it offered. She claimed she needed it more than I did… something about her being older than me or whatever… I don’t know. I sat to the side as I watched her, renounced to the floor.  Even though beads of sweat rolled down both our faces, I complied, my parched lips unable to voice my protest. I finished the last of the cold water, my last drop of hope from the insufferable heat.

I hated it.

Ever since that day that man-child, Gojo, introduced me to the concept of tanning. 

“What are you doing?” I asked as I spotted Gojo sprawled out on a beach chair in the backyard. “It’s hot, don’t you want to go inside?” 

“Nah,” he’d reply nonchalantly, rolling over to expose his backside to the sun. “I’d tan.” 

“What?”

The white-haired man chuckled. “I’m *tanning*. Y’know, sunbathing? That thing that gives your skin that golden complexion so you don’t look as white as snow.” Gojo’s skin practically glimmered under the scorching sun. It was as if he was born to be in the limelight. Which, let’s be honest, he probably was.

“Oh,” I muttered, uninterested. At the young age of seven years old, I couldn’t care less about my appearance. Why start worrying now?

“Why don’t you come to join me, ‘Gumi~?” he’d tease, knowing full well I had no interest. I couldn’t tan if I tried. I always burned. What’s it like to bask in the spotlight, I wondered. 

“I’m good,” I’d grumble, heading back inside. Cool, shaded, and away from the glaring sun. Always on the sidelines, that’s where I belonged, right? 

“Live a little, touch some grass for once,” Gojo would encourage me. It’s like he didn’t understand. Of course, he didn’t. How could he? He was crafted from stardust and moonbeams; the golden child. Handcrafted by some divine entity, if such a thing existed. Hell– he might just be God incarnate. Or at least he thinks so. 

It’s moments like these, that I ponder how Suguru Geto must’ve felt. 

Oh, to be taken under the wing of an underdog. 

But no. 

Summer was the bane of my existence.

I was always the last pick in kickball or any kind of sport. My athletic abilities were mediocre at best. Rumor had it that my biological father possessed some sort of absurd physical strength. Why couldn’t I be gifted like that? 

In airing my frustrations about my athletic abilities, I was always met with the same comment from Gojo. “Well ‘Gumi, sometimes other people’s curses are others' blessings,” he would say as he ruffled my hair. I couldn’t shake the feeling he was talking about becoming my guardian, even though he never said it explicitly. On the other hand, what was made crystal clear was Gojo’s disdain for my father, for reasons unknown to me. He always neglected to tell me any details about him, leaving me to wonder if his feelings towards my father stemmed from having to care for us at such a young age.

Summertime reminds me of my father. How he abandoned us. How he left us all alone in that sweltering apartment. How he entrusted me to the care at the hands of some kid. Everyone always reassured me that being sent to the Zenin clan was worse, but how could it be worse than this? Maybe they would’ve made me strong. 

After that summer, Gojo made sure to devote extra time to my sorcerer training. It marked the beginning of a turning point in my youth as I delved deeper into the realm of Jujutsu. 

Ten shadows dance in the twilight, silent guardians of unseen realms. Shikigami; conjured spirits from nine letters, veiled in mystery’s shroud. Eight Handled Sword General, the beast I yearned to summon— a lasting legacy, a testament to Fushiguro, the name that ate me alive. It became my identity sevenfold yet, I could only claim a sixth of what truly belonged to me. What even was mine? I train rigorously,  five days a week, no rest between, remembering who I fight for… “Deep breath,” Gojo’s advice echoes in my head. “Start on the count of three, take the plunge, and never second guess yourself…”

But the countdown halts before it reaches one. The crescendo never arrives.

“WITH THIS DIVINE TREASURE I SUMMON–”

One. Not even one single victory for me. 

I trained under the strongest sorcerer alive, yet I couldn’t even manage to go on one successful mission without being a complete failure. 

What was the point anymore? Did anything even matter? 

No sorcerer in history had ever tamed the general. How the hell was I supposed to be the one to tame Mahoraga? There's no way. It seemed impossible. I’d meet my end swiftly, a pathetic demise. Certainly, this technique would be a last resort, a futile attempt to take my assailant while sealing my own fate in the process. Would there be significance in dying like that? Was it all meaningless? Careless? Reckless?

That’s when it occurred to me. 

Maybe my death could be a statement— a testimony to my life; a reclamation of my identity. I would die a hero. I would dedicate my life to it, proving to everyone that I am capable of committing and sacrificing for a noble cause; that I'm not just a burden or a failure. I never shared my plan with anyone; it remained tucked away in the recesses of my mind, a sacred treasure awaiting its moment. Swing and ring, the final act of defiance…

The concept of death had once inspired me like a dog inspires a rabbit. But that resolve was fleeting. 

I remember it vividly– the summer when I was 12 years old. I happened to stumble across the song “Island in the Sun”. It played on the radio during a muggy afternoon as Gojo, Tsumiki, and I drove to a beach in Okinawa. Tsumiki seemed overjoyed to get out, while I couldn’t care less. As a child, times like this would excite me, even despite my hatred of summer, however, as I got older, my enthusiasm faded. As the song played on the radio, Gojo hummed along much to my annoyance. Tapping his index finger on the dashboard to the beat of the song, he began to mumble the lyrics. 

"When you're on a holiday

You can't find the words to say

All the things that come to you

And I wanna feel it too"

‘Feel what?’ I wondered. By then, everything already felt so numb. That was the summer I stopped caring. I couldn't care if I even tried. In my mind, my fate was predetermined. As a sorcerer, I would sacrifice myself for a noble cause, whatever it may be. Death no longer felt like something I had to run from, like a looming cloud of uncertainty. Instead, it felt like something I started to embrace, a one-way shot to confirming my own end. I thought about it frequently. Surely, that held some significance, right?

At first, the song annoyed me. It would always loop in my mind, and I could never decipher this feeling the singer sought to convey. The thought of a blissful paradise as an escapade sounded like an unobtainable fantasy. Still, the yearning to experience said sensations, or feel anything for that matter, lingered inside of me. No matter how many beaches I visited, that elusive ‘feeling’ never found its way to me; it always seemed out of reach. Driven by relentless curiosity, I found myself repeatedly listening to the song, hoping to remedy my situation. I hate to admit it, but I developed a bit of a fondness for the song.

Yet, as the years slipped away, that summer afternoon faded into memory.. Three years later, the echoes of "Island in the Sun" lingered faintly, but they were soon drowned out by the clamor of new challenges and experiences. The biggest challenge of my life to date was in Shibuya. 

Several hours before I set foot in the city, I found myself waiting outside a conference hall alongside my classmates, Itadori and Kugisaki. Annoyance gnawed at me as it became apparent that neither Kugisaki nor Itadori took the warnings from our elders seriously. This was a crucial mission, one fraught with peril, yet they treated it with casual indifference, passing the time with a game of tic-tac-toe while we waited.

Eventually, the pair grew tired of their countless games and resorted to casual conversation until the meeting was dismissed. I must’ve been preoccupied, thinking about the mission or something, as I shuddered when Itadori placed a hand on my shoulder. 

“Hey,” he says suddenly, his voice breaking through my thoughts. “Everything will be alright. Let’s just do our best out there, ‘kay?” 

Perhaps I was showing more emotion than I realized, but Itadori seemed to see right through me. He always knew what to say. However, couldn't allow myself to show well he was able to console me. Maintaining a tough exterior felt crucial. I’ve been let down too many times from a young age. There was no room for outsiders in my mind, just me and Tsumiki till the end. She was the only one I could truly trust.

“‘Course,” I replied, mustering a semblance of confidence. “I’m not going out there to half-ass things. Besides, Gojo will be there so everything’s fine. We’re just backup.” 

“Right,” Itadori responded with a nod. He gave my back a firm pat before flashing his signature grin. Seeing him smile reassured me that maybe, just maybe, everything would turn out alright. 

.   .    .

Everything did not turn out alright. Gojo was promptly sealed, and we, the backup, were thrust into the forefront of battle. After emerging victorious in an initial battle with Itadori, the chaos only escalated as the night wore on. 

Itadori and I split up to better help our comrades. In my attempts to save them, I found myself in need of rescue, saved by a stranger who effortlessly overpowered me. I felt utterly pathetic, convinced my end was near. 

As the night proceeded, the events that unraveled became more chaotic by the minute. I had tried to save my peers and ended up getting rescued by a stranger. The very same man proceeded to wipe the floor with me without breaking a sweat. I felt pathetic. I thought I was finished.  Suddenly, he asked, “Hey you, what’s your name?”

“Fushiguro.” 

“You mean your last name is not Zen’in?”

He held up his weapon, swiftly impaling himself in the head before me. 

“That makes me glad,” were his final words before he collapsed at my feet.

I owed my life to someone’s suicide. Over something as insignificant as my name? As if that name hadn’t already burdened me enough. Although I survived, that encounter only deepened my despair. I couldn’t shake the feeling that my fate mirrored his– if I wasn’t killed tonight, I was destined for a similar end. 

After witnessing one tragedy after another, I felt utterly drained. And now, just when I’m at my breaking point, some fool with a ponytail decides to pick a fight. My mind is still reeling from the encounter with the man who took his own life. I have no fight left in me; he caught me when I was at my weakest. 

Unless…

I’ve attempted this countless times before, but there was always someone to intervene to save me. But not tonight. Tonight, it’s just me.

I have to play my trump card. This is the night I finally sealed my fate. I couldn’t care less about my opponent’s strengths or weaknesses. This is my moment. My last resort. 

My moment had arrived.

"On an island in the sun

We'll be playing and having fun

And it makes me feel so fine

I can't control my brain"

It was absurd. Why now? Why did this stupid song have to worm its way into my head?

"With this divine treasure, I summon, Eight-Handled Sword, Divergent Sila, Divine General Mahoraga!"

I had finally done it.

‘I'm sorry, Itadori,’ was the last thought that crossed my mind. The melody of that cursed song faded into a distant echo just before I lost consciousness.

.   .   .

Did I black out, or had the world become brighter than ever? Sunlight blurred my vision, and I could hear the distant waves crash onto the shore. Birds chirped in a serene chorus and a gentle breeze carried warmth through the air. I woke up in paradise. 

Warm honey-colored eyes met mine. I squint as I cover my eyes from the distant sun rays to get a better look. “Fushiguro! Are you alright?” With his pink hair slicked back, a goofy grin spread across his face, and a warm tan gracing his skin, Itadori extended his hand out to me. “You took a pretty hard fall there,” he said, barely containing his laughter.

I looked to my left to find Kugisaki, a guilty expression written all over her face. “My god,” she exclaimed, a hint of annoyance in her voice. “Don’t scare me like that, I thought I killed you!” 

Itadori let out a hearty chuckle. “Kugisaki went a bit overboard with the spike and nailed you,” he explained, amusement evident in his voice. “No pun intended.”

Disoriented and confused, I scanned my surroundings. Didn’t I just die?. “Where are we?” I blurt out. Could this be the afterlife? Did Itadori and Kugisaki die in Shibuya too? No, this scene was too familiar, too tangible to be heaven. It was almost like a distant memory.

“The beach, dude,” Itadori replied, shaking his head as he helped me up with a strong hand. “Dammit, Kugisaki, you gave Fushiguro brain damage!” 

“I did not!” Kugisaki protested. “He’s just disoriented. Give him a minute!” 

Warm sand cushioned my feet, a limitless ocean stretched out underneath a cerulean sky. I look up and see a tall net, wavering in the salty air with each pull of the tide. I was standing on a beach volleyball court, wearing swim trunks and all. I was in the midst of a tropical getaway.

“When you're on a golden sea

You don't need no memory

Just a place to call your own

As we drift into the zone”

The lyrics of the song resurfaced, echoing in the back of my mind. 

I’m taken out of my daydream by two large hands cupping my face. “Dude,” Itadori’s voice broke through, bringing me back to reality. Was this reality? “Oh man, Kugisaki, he’s totally out of it!” 

For a moment, I melt into Itadori’s palms, a sense of calm washing over me. Maybe I did take a hard fall. Snapping back to my senses, I slap away Itadori’s hands from my face. “You idiot, I’m fine,” I grumble. 

Itadori’s expression turned blank before he burst into laughter. “Oh, no, he’s definitely fine! Never mind~!” he called out to Kuigisaki. Then, he turns to me with a warm and sincere smile. “I thought we lost ya there.” 

Warmth graces my cheeks, and I feel gradually flustered. My heart fluttered, and I felt the urge to melt in a puddle all over again, wanting to return his soft look. Instead, I rolled my eyes and turned away, walking myself to the sidelines to get some water. 

For once, the sun was beating down on my back, its warmth pleasant and balmy.  Similar to the flush on my cheeks, I wasn’t hating the heat for once, it actually felt… nice? Despite that, I found myself on the sidelines yet again.

Despite my current position, I felt my lips curl into a faint smile, relishing the rare enjoyment of the Summer atmosphere. The laughter of my friends filled my ears as I leaned back, warm sand beneath my palms, grounding me as I observed their lively game of volleyball. Itadori soared into the air for a powerful spike, momentarily blocking the sun. SLAM! The ball hits out of bounds, tumbling toward the ocean, and Kugisaki runs over to retrieve it. 

Meanwhile, Itadori approaches me once more, extending his hand. 

“C’mon Fushiguro,” he encourages me. “You gonna play or what?” 

I shake my head. “Go on without me, I’ll be fine.” I open my water bottle and take a sip. The water is thick and putridly warm. Itadori pouts at my answer, shaking his head. “You’re playing,” he decides for me. He reaches down for my hand and drags me onto the court. Instead of letting go, he pauses for a moment, allowing our fingers to intertwine. His palms felt warm and inviting, safe and secure. He turned his head towards me, radiating warmth that seemed to glow underneath the sun,  as he flashed the brightest smile I had ever seen. 

I look down and suddenly notice our position of holding hands. I feel a blush return to my cheeks once more, but I don’t fight Itadori’s gesture. Instead, I avert my gaze, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. 

“Something the matter, Fushiguro?” Itadori asked, genuine concern laced in his question.

I shake my head. “No.” 

Nothing was wrong. I felt… content.

It was like that one part in the song. My favorite part, actually: 

“We'll run away together

We'll spend some time forever

We'll never feel bad anymore”

I look down at our intertwined hands once more, admiring the stark contrast between Itadori’s hands and mine. His were larger, calloused, and adorned with various scars that spoke of untold tales of hardship and battles fought. It was like studying a map of various trials and tribulations. I found myself drawn to these marks, wondering about the stories behind each one. What did they signify? When did they appear? I never remembered him having so many scars on his hands before, though. Maybe it’s because I never bothered to look… but something felt off. 

As I continued to gaze, a sense of unease crept over me. It’s as if his hand was undergoing some sort of twisted transformation. The scars, once healed and faded, began to take on a form of livelihood, twisting and contorting into grotesque shapes. Suddenly, they erupted into fresh wounds, skin tearing at the seams, oozing blood that pooled around our intertwined fingers.

I watched as the crimson liquid stained our hands in a horrific display. Sounds of malicious laughter echoed faintly in the background, sending shivers down my spine. 

“Fushiguro?” Itadori's voice broke through, pulling me back to reality. His question was posed as if nothing was wrong. As if I was the one seeing things. Despite hearing his voice, I couldn't shake off the horror that gripped me. 

I wanted to look up, to find solace in his smiling face, to feel that familiar warmth in my chest. Yet, I couldn't tear my gaze away from his bleeding hands. The sight alone sent chills down my spine. I wanted to let go, to escape from this dream-turned-nightmare, but something held me back, like an invisible force chaining me to him.

“Fushiguro?” Itadori's voice sounded strained now, laced with concern. He called out my name again, each utterance heavier with urgency.

“FUSHIGURO?!” His voice escalated to a scream that reverberated through my mind, drowning out the unsettling laughter that continued to echo around us.

A dark ominous presence enveloped us. I felt shaken to my core. As my breathing escalated with panic, red pooled into my eyes as my surroundings gradually faded out. 

.            .            .

My eyes are hazy when they open, greeted by a world spinning in disarray. A pounding headache pulses through my skull, matched by a sharp, stabbing pain in my side. The ringing in my ears persists, Itadori's desperate shouts echoing relentlessly in my mind. I detect the faint scent of cigarette smoke, mingling with the metallic tang of blood that stains my face. Yet, strangely, there's no trace of blood around me.

I find myself sitting alone on a dimly lit streetside, faint illumination barely casting shadows around me. My gaze drifts upward, drawn to the imposing silhouette of a sky bridge above. In the distance, I can make out the faint figures of Shoko and Yaga, their presence a distant comfort amid bustling chaos.

I'm alive.

The realization washes over me like a tidal wave; relief with a gnawing sense of unease. Perhaps, deep down, I never truly wanted to die. The concept of mortality now looms over me with newfound weight, casting doubt on the meaning I once held about my fate. Maybe I didn’t want to die just yet. 

With weary eyes, I shift my gaze upward to the night sky, where the moon hangs alone amongst drifting clouds. A cool breeze sweeps through, stealing what little warmth remains. When did it become so cold? The moon's soft glow casts over the desolate ruins of what is now Shibuya, illuminating the remnants of a city once surging with life.

I squint, trying to keep myself awake. I focus on calming myself down by studying the moon. As I do so, my breath steadies, and I’m met with another realization: the moon owes its luminance to the light of the sun. Suddenly, only one thought encapsulates my mind: where is my sunshine now?

[timedusts]

☾ Stardust Cookie (Cookie Run) graphics ☽

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[kazemi-archive]

my phone gave me the notification that tonight’s the full moon and it randomly reminded me of the first time i knew aimsie was my people™️

bc we were talking about braiding hair outside under the full moon and charging up our crystals and such and it was the first time my love for the moon was ever justified <3

[crystalized-moonlight]

*Drops the ice cream cone*

"Ooops. I don't have spoon. I guess I eat it!"

*He licks the ice cream off the floor.*

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

[sleepytroll]

☽ ✧ stardust & seasalt ✧ ☾

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[mariamyousef]

☾ 𝔉𝔢𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔉𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 ☽

♡ stardust ♡

by @incandescentsims

Thanks to the cc creators 💗

@enriques4 @oydis @evilquinzel  @kikuruacchi @taty86 @joliebean @jarusims @giuliettasims

[sovaghoul]

Sova Elyzabeth Quintesse

Lvl 42, she/her, mom of 2 humans and 2 cats. Transplant from the Midwest to the Rockies. New Fool™️.

💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

@goore-ghoul's graveyard rose 🪦🥀 Morticia to his Gomez

💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

⚠️ Often there is NSFW content here. Minors please DNI 🔞

TERFS, SWERFS, AND RADFEMS ARE NOT WELCOME HERE

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

⚧️ If you're Queer and your family is shit, I'm your mom now ⚧️

🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

The band Ghost is my personality, religion, gender, sexuality, special interest, hyperfixation, and the Secret Third Autistic Thing:

In a 🎶Ghost🎶town in despair

💀Terzhoe & Ghoul Lover.

Fave Ghouls in no particular order: 🔥Dew, 💧Rain, ✨️Aether, 🪦Ifrit, 🦇Phantom, ♎Omega, 💨Zephyr, 🐐Pebble, 🌿Ivy, 🧿Delta, ⛓️Chain, and 🔔Cowbell.

Sentry Ghoul OCs shared with @the-moon-in-the-gutter :

Tellus - Earth/Air/Quint Multi, ritual representative of Earth/North

Psyche - Air/Quint/Earth Multi, ritual representative of Air/East

Venus - Quint/Air/Earth Multi, ritual representative of Fire/South

Pyxis - Quint/Earth/Air Multi, ritual representative of Water/West

⛧ Masterpost of my other OCs ⛧

Fave ships/ships I write/brainrot: Omega3/Terzomega, Zephrit, Rainfrit, Raindrop, Raither, Aethraindrop (The Unholy Trinity), Swisstom, Soilmates (Mountain x Pebble), Claymates (Chain x Ivy), Double-D (Delta x Brother Damien OC), Airhorn (Air x Cowbell), Mist x Psyche (Mindstorm), Sunshine x Venus (Morning Glory), and Stardust (Aether x Tellus).

If you're in search of my Elemental or Primordial Ghoul hcs (aka The Coven Ghost), look no further.

Eldritch Era 0 Ghouls ⛧ Ghoul Flowers

Ghost logo Pride graphics ⛧ Transparent

Self-ship blog: @sovas-ghouls. See that pinned post for info/warnings.

I also reblog unmasked ghoul content. They will be tagged either "unmasked ghoul," "unmasked ghouls," or "unmasked ghoul mention" if there are no images but just their names in text.

Other basic facts:

-I'm a Theistic Pagan Witch, predominantly Wiccan, but also Sorgae ☽⛤☾ ♏️☀️♈️🌔♒️↑

-Self dx'd with The 'Tism ♾️🌈🔴

-Love all things Autumn, Spooky, Dark Cottagecore, Gothic Steampunk 🍂🍁🍄🎃

-Gender: Afab Salmacian Deogender

💙🩵💜💛💚 💜🩷🩵🩷💜

-Sexuality: ABCD Omnisexual

🩷❤️🖤💜💙

-Politically/socially Liberal af

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[groovygladiatorsheep]

“He’s the moment, except when he ruins it.„

Meet REEF !!! My oc for the SITV ( Stardust In The Void ) server !!

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Credits !

SITV belongs to : @quinndelightful <33!!

The badge on Reefs outfit was designed by the beloved @novae-viking :]

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Info !

- Alien that came from a star…

- Do NOT talk about oranges or he’ll start rambling on it. Do not..

- Literally his whole civilization is dead whoops

- Maybe one or two survivors left aside from him tho whoops 👀

- the species could be called Narcissus in human language.

- grows flowers !!