#(eventually lol)

[lunarmoves]

dappled sunlight filters its way through the thin curtains of the window by the kitchen sink, warming your hands as you rinse off a few spoons. a pot set on the stove bubbles away with a soup you’d prepped not long ago, a savory smell saturating the air. your phone plays a gentle melody that you find yourself humming along to, lost to your thoughts with nothing to distract you from them. 

well—temporarily, that is. 

a light weight rests atop your head and you’re loathe to admit it makes you jump a little before you register golden hands coming up behind you. snaking under your arms so they can rest on the edge of the sink and tap gently away. 

“are you done yet?” sun asks, a tinge of impatience lining his voice. his voice cracks through the gentle atmosphere of the kitchen like a bolt of electricity. it makes a wry smile tug at your lips. wherever sun goes, exuberance is sure to follow.

you chuckle. “almost. soup’s just gotta simmer for a few more minutes. did you pick out a movie?” 

“ages ago,” he groans, his head shifting to instead nestle itself on your shoulder. one of his rays pokes you in the neck slightly before he retracts it. he watches you run a sponge over one of your kitchen knives. “moon thinks you’ll like it. it’s one of those comedy horror movies. willy’s wonderland?” 

“sounds fun," you say lightly. the knife gets rinsed off before you set it into the nearby dish rack. and before you can even wipe off your hands, sun suddenly wraps his arms around your midsection and pulls you backwards away from the sink. it's a movement so fluid yet jarring that you can't help the surprised laugh that escapes your lips. "sun! i said a few more minutes!"

"and a few minutes is all we need!" sun declares dramatically as he spins around a few times with you, aimless in his direction and unrelenting in his persistence.

you can't help the silly grin that spreads across your face, your movements limited as sun traps you against the front of his chest. he twirls around the little kitchen space, narrowly avoiding the counters' edges. it makes you giggle to yourself, dizziness lightly brushing itself against your senses. his hands eventually move to rotate your body around so that you're properly facing him. he wraps one arm around your lower back and grasps at your free hand with his other one in a gesture that makes your heart traitorously skip a beat.

you are tucked into his lithe body, the crown of your head barely reaching the center of his chest. he takes advantage of his height to trap you there, both your bodies pressed together like two pieces from the same puzzle. his warm arm holds onto you tightly—steadfastly. his grip on your hand is unwilling to let go for even the smallest of moments.

you manage to crane your head back to look at him and the wide grin taking up the lower portion of his face. something mischievous sparks within his white optics—where you can just faintly see his ringed pupils. "what are you doing?" your voice is bright and breathless with your laughter.

"isn't it obvious, my dear?" his smile widens as his head twitches slightly to the side. you can see his pupils dart over to the counter where your phone lays and it finally registers in your head that an upbeat song has started playing from its speakers. "we are! dancing! do try to keep up!"

that is all the warning you get before he absolutely sweeps you away. he leads you in a swing-style dance, rocking the two of you side to side in swooping gestures that has your heart bouncing all over your chest. you laugh and shriek when he gets a bit too close to the stove or a sharp corner, but he's quick on his feet and spins the two of you away in deliberate steps.

you can hear the click-click-click of his rays spinning and extending from his face plate, feel the gentle vibration of his voice box as he laughs alongside you. he croons out the words of the song in your ear and it makes the apples of your cheeks hurt from how much you're smiling.

you are not able to keep up with his rapid footsteps—his long legs make him easily able to overtake your own. you stumble and trip a few times, saved only by the tightness of his grip, until he eventually just squats down slightly and tightens his hold across your lower back. you are given not a single warning and you yelp as he lifts you up. your feet dangle off the ground as he hoists you so that your face is level with his own and your chests press together like they could become one. effortlessly and with not an ounce of hesitation.

he takes control completely with this new position and you are forced to simply let yourself be swung about like some kind of doll or stuffed animal as he prances and spins around your apartment. his face presses itself in the crook of your neck, eyes upturned into crescents and his smile bright enough to rival the, well, actual sun.

"sun, the soup! the soup!" you eventually manage to get out between loud laughs, the hand you have wrapped around his shoulders patting him rapidly. you nearly forgot in the whirlwind that sun is, only reminded after you caught a glimpse of the kitchen doorway when sun spun the right way in your living room. your stomach has started to ache and you know if you don't calm yourself down soon it will become unbearable as all extended bouts of laughter do.

"fret not! it has already been turned off!" sun says cheerily as he rocks side to side, making his way around the small coffee table positioned in the center of the living room. the glow of sunlight shimmering through your open windows causes him to be bathed in gold—like he has been touched by midas' hand. and it is utterly gorgeous.

"when did you do that?!" you ask breathlessly, moving to press your cheek against his face plate. it's cool against your skin that has warmed from all the prior movement. sun doesn't mind the contact if his spinning rays are any indication.

in lieu of a response, he only offers you a wink and a stretch of his smile in a sly grin. you huff out some more laughter that turns into a giddy, high-pitched sound when a new song starts playing and sun goes off again with replenished fervor. shouting the words and jumping about with you in his tenderly-tucked hold.

and well... by the time sun's had his fill of dancing and you've had enough of the dizzying twirls and aching laughs, the soup has long gone cold. you can't bring yourself to be upset about it.

[bridgetotheskyyy]

✨Skyyy's First Kinktober 2023!

Just as it says on the tin, this is my very first kinktober event ever! My main priority will be to post my prompts on ao3 at a timely basis but I will try to post those same fics on Tumblr on the same day if I can! Please patient with me 💕

These are the prompts I've made up my mind on so far, but the list will be updated (edit: still making up my mind lmao)

I am not comfortable with taglists at this time so please just check back here for updates/links to prompts ✌

Prompts will be a mix of one shots and drabbles 💕

18+ only

Character x f!reader always

Fandoms included: naruto, bleach, jjk, arcane, csm, aot

October 1st | Hashirama Senju | PEGGING

October 2nd | Jiraiya | TITFUCKING

October 3rd | Aki Hayakawa | HATE SEX

October 4th | Viktor | RIMMING

October 5th | Naoya Zenin | COLLARING

October 6th | Toge Inumaki | DUBCON

October 7th | Yuji Itadori | STUCK IN WALL

October 8th | Suguru Geto | MASTER/SLAVE

October 9th | Akatsuki | GANGBANG

October 10th | Kisuke Urahara | PRAISE KINK

October 11th | Itachi Uchiha | SOMNOPHILIA

October 12th | Utahime Iori | LINGERIE

October 13th | Kento Nanami | ORGASM DENIAL

October 14th | Armin & Eren | THREESOME

October 15th | Silco | SPANKING

October 16th | Kisame Hoshigaki | SIZE KINK

October 17th | Yuuta & Toge | DOUBLE PENETRATION/ONE HOLE

October 18th | Kisuke Urahara | SENSORY DEPRIVATION

October 19th | Mitsuri Kanroji | BODY WORSHIP

October 20th | Yuuta Okkotsu | VOYEURISM

October 23rd | Mitsuri Kanroji | SEX TOYS

October 24th | Gaara | MASTURBATION

October 25th | Itachi & Shisui | DOUBLE PENETRATION/TWO HOLES

October 26th | Mikasa Ackerman | FACESITTING

October 27th | Kakashi Hatake | ROLEPLAY

October 28th | Toji Fushiguro | PUBLIC SEX

October 29th | Suguru Geto | DADDY KINK

October 30th | Itachi & Sasuke | INCEST

October 31st | Kishibe | STRIPPING

[unicornicdesigns]

Squirrelflight

[xfancyfranart]

THIS TAINTED LOVE YOU'VE GIVEN

As promised, here's the art post for my second @deancas-stabfest collab 😍 @lazarus-rose's prompt had me immediately hooked since it was music to my horror loving heart (with a spin on murder husbands I hadn't even considered yet) and takes the name "Stabfest" beautifully literal:

Summary: Everyone has their hobbies—Dean’s just happens to involve a lot more blood and screaming than most people’s. And sure, maybe murder isn’t the nicest way to blow off steam, but Dean’s always thought that being nice is overrated anyway. His latest victim, a pretty guy with startling blue eyes, should be nothing special, just another nameless body on Dean’s list. But then, after Dean kills and buries him, he turns back up at Dean’s house again the next day. What’s a guy to do when they’ve accidentally gotten an immortal witch convinced that they’ve got some kind of profound bond?

... can you blame me for claiming it? 😂 Read it NOW!! 🩸

Laz, I had an amazing time with you, your story and our collective brain rot. It's been so nice to meet and work with you and I hope it wasn't our last collab. Thank you for the A+ inspiration 🔪🖤

[ex-textura]

Did you know that if you take Gale with you for the wyrmway trials he'll just straight up do the chess lanceboard puzzle for you?

My poor 8 int Auric(and myself) panicked when we saw the thing but then Gale just pops in, tells us how to solve the puzzle and then pings on the board exactly what we need to do.

It was in the moment Auric knew. He's marrying this man. This perfect, nerdy man who can just solve puzzles in his brain like nothing.

[nosnexus]

Yup I’m gonna do the book covers again. I found a website filled with retro sci-fi and fantasy novel covers and I can’t resist

[tangledinink]

Wait wait wait

You do witchcraft???

That's so cool! I had no idea there were other witches in the TMNT fandom!!!

What kind of witchcraft do you practice?? Personally, I deal mostly with divination, but I'd love to hear more about other people's crafts!

I do! ^^ Though admittedly my practice has been a little bit dormant as of late because I sort of fell out of habit after An Event which was a Bit Disruptive to My Life lol. But I guess I kind of dabble in a bit of everything? I dunno if I could pin myself down to just one kind of practice yet, I still sort of consider myself a Baby Witch. But I really like making little spelljars and casting candle spells and things of the like, and I've been trying to learn tarot for a while now! I also really like making and drawing sigils... For a while part of the joy for me has been just Learning New Things.

^ ft. gecko enclosure and tail lol. BoS and altar not pictured.

[theusernameiwantisntavailable]

I am actually working on something guys I promise

And it will be legible I promise

[wooawi]

idea:

During the final battle with Lila as Hawkmoth 2.0, LB and CN have their identities revealed to Paris (and the whole world bc let’s be real, someone was live streaming it). Marinette, tired of Ladybug surrounding her life in Paris and needing to get away, decides to pursue her tertiary education in America. She cuts her hair down to a bob, gets glasses, and gives herself a nickname to go by. Then she applies to school in New York.

Why? Well, at first, she wanted to do something with fashion and where else to go but NYU. She wasn’t actually expecting to get in and had other schools to fall back on, but lo and behold, she actually gets accepted. By the time she gets there and is moving into her dorm (she got a solo room), she’s feeling iffy on the whole fashion major thing. So. She switches to civil engineering.

Creativity ☑️

Helping/bettering society ☑️

Interesting topic ☑️

Can keep fashion as a beloved hobby ☑️

Now comes the part where she actually has to go to class. She gets stuck with a bunch of morning classes because she forgets the whole “first come first serve” thing and picks her classes late. Fine whatever, she had to wake up at 7am for the past 3 years for lycée anyway, it’ll be fine.

It is not fine.

Tired and struggling to keep her eyes open, she goes to the closest coffee shop to her school. Well, the entire campus seemed to have had the same idea, so now she’s stuck waiting in an endless line and getting sleepier and sleepier and now she’s falling–

She runs into someone on her way down and the person catches her. But also, they spill their drink. So, feeling bad, Marinette buys the person a new drink and they sit down together to chat while they wait. She introduces herself as “Mari with an I” and finds herself enjoying the company of this individual, Clarisse. Long blonde hair, light blue eyes, and wow she seems really familiar! But Marinette can’t quite put her finger on it.

Clarisse lives off campus in her own apartment. She used to live in London (Marinette lies and says she’s been in New York her whole life. Haha. Ha.) but moved here for familial reasons and now pursues a Bachelor’s in Business at NYU. Ofc the girl does mainly online classes so there goes the chances of seeing each other. Maybe Marinette could get her number aaaaand that was her name called at the counter. And now Clarisse is grabbing her drink and saying goodbye. And now she’s leaving. Dammit

Marinette doesn’t make it to her 8am.

[azurecatboy]

ffxivwrite: Horizon

Messy messy mess but I did it argh. My heart desperately wants to keep editing but i need to sleeeeeeeeebb

[Sometime around 3.55? So some HW spoilers]

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There were fresh flowers. More lilies.

Someone else had been there, and recently enough that the headstone had only the lightest dusting of powdered snow gathering on top.

Rhein’ir needed only the one guess as to whom.

Thankful for the narrowly avoided encounter, the Keeper looked down at his own bouquet tucked into the crook of his arm. Rather than the traditional Nymeia lilies one would offer to the dead, he had brought a small bundle of red, purple and coral roses. They reflected the same colors of the first-and only, he assumed-bouquet he had received from another man. He hadn’t known their significance back when Haurchefant gifted them to him those many many moons ago, but at some point he had gone back to read up on the meaning behind the elezen’s color choices. Red was the most obvious one; love, especially passionate. Even Rhein’ir had known that prior to his research.

Purple; love and enchantment at first sight. What he’d give to have realized his own feelings as quickly and assuredly as the knight. Maybe things would have turned out differently. Somehow.  

Then finally.

Coral; admiration, encouragement, enthusiasm. Truly apt, the color choice that carried Haurchefant’s ‘voice’ the most, in Rhein’ir’s opinion.

He allowed himself the smallest of smiles.

Such a silly, sweet, romantic fool of a man.

He took a deep breath, stepping closer to the headstone and kneeling before it. While it had been cleaned as recently as a bell ago, the headstone was no match for the near constant snowfall of the Coerthian highlands.

Still.

He took the sleeve of his overcoat and dusted the stone clear of the powder, pausing at the words carved into it as he brushed over them.

Haurchefant Greystone

A True Knight, a Son, a Brother

The date at the bottom made Rhein’ir's heart squeeze. Had it truly been that long? He could still see the events of the Vault so clearly in his mind's eye, as if it were yesterday. Yet at the same time… It felt like eons ago.

He wasn’t sure which he preferred.

With a sigh, he placed his flowers next to the others. He was never sure what to say, whenever he took the time to visit.

'Sorry.' was always at the forefront of his mind, but he knew Haurchefant wouldn’t want that.

'I miss you.' was a given, and cliche.

'I love you.' he never had said enough, while he was alive. He could count on one hand the amount of times he had said it aloud. 

He should have told him every damned day. 

Left no room for doubt.

Figured out his feelings sooner and gotten over his godsdamned complex-

The Keeper made a sound of disgust, shaking his head as if to through the line of thinking off of its course.

Focus.

“Hey, Haurche. I think… No, ‘m pretty damned sure this is the last time in a good while that ‘m gonna be able to visit. S’why I brought the special flowers… Extra bit of color.

“They’ve got me lined up to go an’ fight in a whole ‘nother war.” A scoff, “Can y’believe that? S’not no Thousand Year War but I feel like even after Nidhogg’s bit the dust, there’s still too much to do. Been out in Dravania more’n Ishgard, helpin’ the dragons, gnath, moogles an’ all the rest out there with their side of things. I… Don’t really talk to Aymes anymore, so at least ‘m doin’ somethin’ without the chance of seein’ him. Or… Francel. Or… Anyone.. Truth be told.”

The tip of his tail twitched. Irritation with himself, with his rambling, with his lack of coping after loss.

“Maybe goin’ off to fight some more wouldn’t be so bad… S’what ‘m best at, aye? Puts me far an’ away from everyone. Gives me stuff to hit. Not as much time to think… A change of scenery…” He paused at the mention of scenery, took a moment to look over the landscape below. The snowy banks, the rocky cliffs and mountains… Despite everything that had happened in Ishgard-the ridicule, the discomfort, the loss of identity, the heartbreak to name but a few things-most of it had been in the city itself. Rhein’ir could not deny his adventurer’s heart nor its love of both Coerthas and Dravania’s natural beauty. 

It was why he had spent most of his moons after slaying King Thordan traversing it. And away from most other men.

“I really can’t talk to anyone, mate.. Not like I do-fuck-did with you. Can’t even write Ma an’ Mum back. I dunno why, an’ I dunno what to do about it. So…” He trailed off with another sigh.

“Guess ‘m off to Gyr Abania.”

[i-like-art-and-spiderman]

Part 2 of my NWH post

Peter: Harry! Peter looked at his revived friend, tears leaking out of his eyes. Out of anything to Happen Peter didn't expect this, especially when Norman and Otto returned to present day. MJ: I know right! This is amazing, I don't even know how this happened I . . . MJ looked behind Peter in horror, two familiar and both equally traumatizing faces stared back at her. Otto: Hello, Mizz Watson. Before MJ could scream Peter covered her mouth. However, everyone's attention was drawn to the figure in the bed. Harry's body violently moved side to side while his heartbeat increased. A nightmare. Norman: Harry? MJ rushed over to Harry, gently caressing his hand. MJ: Everything is okay Hare, relax I'm right here. The soothing and steady voice calmed him down as his heart rate became normal again. His body leaning to the side showing the scarred half of his face. Norman looked at his son horrified, what happened to his boy? Otto covered his mouth concern also following him, becoming more and more prevalent as he watched Peter freeze, tears in his eyes as if he had seen a ghost. Meanwhile, Peter looked at Harry in disbelief. His friend, the one who saved him, the one who's friendship he almost lost completely, was here. With him, guilt however slowly reared its ugly head as he noticed the still prevalent scars on Harry's face. Even after everything, they are still there. He should not be surprised. As much as things seemed to have changed after saving the lives of Norman and Otto, it doesn't erase what happened in the past. He just hopes Harry doesn't hate him. Cause Lord knows he doesn't deserve forgiveness. Norman looked at his son fear creeping along his spine. He reached for Harry's face when a hand grabbed his wrist taking both Peter and Otto out of their heads. Norman looked up in surprise, MJ staring back at him. MJ: Leave. Now. Norman: He's, my son! MJ: I don't care, leave! Peter: MJ. Norman: I am not going to leave; he is my son. MJ: Do I look like I care Mr. Osborn, or should I say Green Goblin. Peter: . . . MJ: So, both of you get out before I call the police. Peter: MJ Please. MJ: Peter one more word and I'll ask you to be removed too. With that Peter shut his mouth, looking at Otto with a plead to get Norman out. Otto understanding the look, glanced at Norman. Otto: Norman, I think we should go and ask questions later when everyone is fully rested and calmed down. Norman: Calmed down. CALMED DOWN! LOOK AT MY SON OTTO!!! With that, a Nurse knocked on the door. "Hey is everything alright?" MJ gave Norman a look and he stepped away from his son. MJ: Yes Mam, everything is fine. On that note, both Otto and Norman stepped outside, Norman giving MJ a dirty look as MJ stared back at him with sheer and utter hatred. She then turned to Peter, her face softening the smallest amount. MJ: Care to explain what the fuck is going on?

[letters-to-rosie]

Years later, Jinx approaches the Firelights with a deal. Years after that, she finds a home. The interim is complicated.

[shinigamimailjeevas]

Surprise chapter 11 update :D

[miniaturebattlecats]

Your figures are literally a childhood dream of mine. Good job, they're lovely! 💖💖

Omg thank you, that's so nice!! They're a childhood dream of mine too tbh, that's why I'm making them >:3

[nobedofroses]

December 19th

pairing: Marcus Moreno x reader

warnings: fluff, teensy angst lol

words: 649

a/n: this one was prompted by the sweet @terryboot, wherein Marcus tries to find his presents and bums you out lol

more Marcus, Full List

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Your husband kept disappearing on you. You’d be making yourself a cup of hot chocolate, thinking you’d join Marcus watching tv and go to ask him whether he wanted any, only he wasn’t sitting on the couch where you’d seen him last. Or you’d leave him folding laundry in the laundry room and come back to start another load and he’d be gone, the laundry basket only half folded. You’d shrug and keep going about your day, finding him in a completely different spot half an hour later with a suspicious look on his face, but you supposed he was just getting distracted more often. 

That is until one day you left to go grocery shopping but came back just a minute later, before your car was on, because you remembered that you needed your reusable grocery bags. You went back inside, surprised that Marcus wasn’t still vacuuming, but thought maybe he needed a break or something. 

Shrugging, you made your way back to the pantry where you kept the grocery bags and instead found Marcus’ butt. 

“Whatcha lookin’ for, honey?” you said with a smile, reaching forward to pinch his little cheek. 

“Ah!” Marcus exclaimed, standing bolt upright and whirling around. “What are you doing here?!”

“Um, I live here. What are you doing?” you asked, laughing at his ridiculousness. 

“I mean, like, didn’t you leave? Where are the groceries?” Marcus deflected, badly. 

“Marcus, I literally left like 90 seconds ago. I forgot the grocery bags, so excuse me,” you slipped past him to grab the bags but stopped when you saw the absolute mess that littered the floor. “What… is this?” 

“Um, nothing, I just wanted to reorganize the pantry. You know, make it all tidy and get rid of expired things,” Marcus explained. 

“That might have been a good explanation if we hadn’t done that literally a week and a half ago, Marcus. Now what the hell is really going on here?” you gave him a stern look, and Marcus knew he had to tell you the truth. 

“Well I– I was just… trying to… find the… presents…” by the time he finished his sentence, he was barely whispering. 

Your mouth dropped down to the floor, “You’re what?!?” 

“Well I—”

“Honey, I literally can’t even— why would you possibly need— don’t you want to be surprised??” you asked, the look on your face so wholly disbelieving and sad that Marcus felt absolutely horrible. 

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry, I just— I always did it at home and it was like a competition so I’ve been trying to find them just out of, I don’t know, habit. Baby, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have,” Marcus told you, getting close and giving you a hug that just completely wrapped you up in him. 

You let him hug you like that and tried to calm yourself a little. You felt a lot better with his apology, but you wanted him to tell you he had no intention of doing it again. So after a minute, you pulled back and said, “Marcus—”

But he cut you off to say, “I know, sweetheart, I won’t try to look for them again. If you want to surprise me, then I’ll be surprised. I’m sure you’ve gotten me incredible, loving gifts, and I shouldn’t do anything to ruin that.” 

You smiled, mollified by his promise. “Thank you, baby, I really needed to hear that.” 

The two of you kissed briefly, just to make sure you were on the same page and for a little more reconciliation. Then you decided that you still needed to go grocery shopping and Marcus wanted to clean up the pantry and then get back to his vacuuming. He even grabbed the reusable bags for you. 

When you got in the car and turned on the radio, you decided that you wouldn’t tell Marcus that you hadn’t bought anything yet.

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[spooky-haze]

Hello 🥲 I have to record like one more song n then I will be releasing new music :-) sorry it’s taking so dang long lol but thx 4 bein’ patient :-) I shall probably just post more covers in the meantime lol hope everyone is doin’ ok despite all this craziness in the world~ 😵‍💫🥴🤷🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷