#birthday wishes for a beautiful gorgeous human being

[scamanderishredmayniac]

Happy 41st birthday Eddie Redmayne!!! ❤️

It’s officially past midnight here in the UK, which means it’s Eddie’s birthday!!!! Happy 41st birthday Eddie. May your birthday be as magical and wonderful as you are!! I hope this year is full of happiness as much as you make us fans happy! You are an amazing person and brilliant actor. Keep smiling, and doing what you do best. I hope we see you in more films and projects this year. Thank you for all you do, for making films to entertain us, doing interviews weather it being on videos for YouTube, interviews for online articles, and interviews for podcasts. For attending Q & A sessions with fans, premiers, and other events, and hope to see you do more in the coming years. Thank you for doing so much for us fans, and being so kind and generous to us in everything you do.

I wanted to do a fan art for his 41st birthday, but I don’t know if I’ll finish it on time for his birthday. Eek! I wanted to say all that on his birthday fundraiser. I know he’ll probably not see this, although I wish he could, but I still want to express my gratitude for all his hard work for us fans, and wish him a heartfelt birthday. Love him so much. He’s one of the best actors out there and he is my number 1 favourite actor. Anyway we’ll see if I can finish it later today, as it’s late now snd past midnight.

Happy birthday Eddie!!

💜💜💜

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Imagine pretty boy Steve trapped in a mirror for his vanity.

Except he grows as a person so much that his sole purpose becomes boosting self-esteem of everyone looking into the mirror (unless they're being an asshole in which case, bye any semblance of personal worth).

"Looking great, Dustin, go and get them! Oh wait, move your tie slightly to the left, that's it, good job buddy, go go go!"

"Seriously Robin, there's no way your lady isn't all over you the moment you step in that restaurant. Did you wear smudge-proof lipstick? Time to test it."

"No, Nance, it's not weird to ask your ex-boyfriend if you look presentable, I mean, who else is better qualified? Good choice of dress for the interview, you're going to ace it."

"El, it doesn't matter how long your hair is. Yeah, it was so pretty, but it will grow back. But you know what else? You have gorgeous eyes, a wonderful smile and the way you say "mouth-breather" is everything. As long as you have that smile you'll be the prettiest girl around, so don't you dare worry about it."

"Mike, stop looking like someone stepped in your birthday cake, you're a handsome young man and Will is going to love the new haircut. If I'm wrong, feel free to come back and spread mustard all over my frame, but I've yet to be wrong. Yeah, you're a bit of an asshole too, now go and get your boy!"

"Joyce, you're as beautiful as always, but from what I know about Hopper, he'd think you're the most beautiful person alive if you were wearing a potato sack. But this dress is perfect and you look so happy. I wish you all the best on your date!"

"Yeah Jason, looks aren't the issue here...nothing I can do to help you all the ugly stuff on the inside buddy. Sure, smash the mirror if you want - good luck by the way, it's fucking cursed for a reason - but that won't make the truth hurt less, huh?"

And then Eddie accidentally steps in front of him and Steve has never seen anyone so unaware of his own beauty. And Eddie seems to be the only one apart from Robin who realizes how lonely he sometimes gets so he often takes Steve with him no matter where he goes (the big van is handy) and Steve makes sure to shower him with compliments, gradually finding exactly the right doses and right words to make Eddie understand how special he is, how radiant his smile looks, how he's so animated when he talks about things he loves-

And on the day when Eddie looks into the mirror and finally sees himself just as Steve sees him, the mirror cracks and Steve falls out, disoriented and kind of terrified, what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck-?!

But Eddie just smiles at him and hugs him, the first human touch in such a long time it makes Steve tear up. "Finally!" exclaims Eddie and pulls him even closer. "No shame at all Stevie, but that frame was fucking heavy!"

[lqveharrington]

Feelings Mutual | C.G.

summary: Your forced to hangout with Cardan at the High King’s birthday celebration. Turns out, you both make stupid decisions when drunk. And what’s the fine line between hatred and love between two being who can’t lie anyway?

pairing: Cardan Greenbriar x half fae!fem!reader

includes: drunk Cardan, drunk reader, cursing, making out, suggestiveness, no use of Y/N, barely proofread (i think that’s it)

a/n: i’m on a reading spree, and working on my projects, so this should help get me out of a huge writing slump.

In Faerie, it was uncommon for a half fae, half human being to be a princess in the court. Your father — the King of one of the many lands — wed a human woman, causing you to become the land’s princess. Of course many of the court thought that you were lesser than them; For such a creation should never hold that high of a status.

Ever since you were younger, you often attended lessons with the High King’s youngest child. At first, you sought out to befriend him and his group of friends. But you soon found out that they loathed you. Because how could a halfling ever be a worthy princess?

So you gave up trying to befriend them. You let the group taunt you for not being full fae, but what was the worst thing they could do? You still were a daughter of a very powerful king. The very king that was the closest with the High King himself.

You and your family were constantly invited to all their gatherings, and this one wasn’t an exception. It was the High King’s birthday, which meant all of Faerie was invited to Elfhame palace to celebrate such a day. The only issue with that meant your father and mother urged you to talk to Cardan and his group.

“Mother, they don’t like me.” You wring your hands together, fidgeting with your silver jewelry.

She clicked her tongue, “Nonsense. Prince Balekin spoke of how much Cardan talks about you when he comes home from your lessons.”

“Wait what?” Your eyes widen at her in disbelief. “Mother, I’m sure they’re words of hate.”

“Is it because you don’t like your dress? Are you afraid they’ll hate it?” She tugged you to stand in front of herself. “You look gorgeous, angel.”

You purse your lips at her compliment. You truly loved the dress. It was a beautiful sage color that complimented your skin tone completely, and the corset really did wonders. There were gorgeous lace details of butterflies that were a shade darker, with a slit running down one side of the dress. It was beautiful, but you feared that it was much too modern for Faerie, causing your thoughts to wander to how Cardan’s friends would insult it.

“No, I love the dress, mother.” You give her a tight lipped smile, squeeze her hands. “If you truly wish for me to find Cardan, I’ll go and be friendly so you and father can enjoy your time here.”

“Thank you.” She pressed a kiss to your forehead and a real smile etched its way onto your face.

“Be safe, alright?” Your father squeezed your shoulder before leaning down to whisper words your mother couldn’t hear. “If trouble comes, you know what I’ve taught you. You have your dagger?”

Your lips twitch in excitement, “Of course.”

“Then you’re all set then, kiddo.” He gave you one last look before resting an arm around your mother’s waist. “I’ll come find you when it’s time for us to depart.”

You nod before taking a small bow. You watched them leave and make their way to the throne, immediately engaging with the High King and Queen. They seemed happy, which made you glad that they accepted your mother as their own. Shaking your head, you took a deep breath and blew out the air in one go. Carefully, you made your way over to Cardan. Luckily, he was on his own for once.

“Cardan.” You nod in his direction, watching his dark eyes with flecks of gold suddenly gazing into yours. Without fail, his eyes roam over your body, tail whipping behind himself after gaining someone’s attention.

“Princess! Don’t you look absolutely captivating tonight.” He slurred, red wine dripping out of his glass. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

You raised a brow at the prince. From what you could recall, he didn’t live inside the palace walls. And there wasn’t a chance he could lie either. “You don’t live here.”

“I used to.” He tipped his glass up to his wine stained lips, taking in the drink whilst taking in the sight of you.

“Where are your—“ You use your hand to gesture in the air as you grab your own glass of wine from a server passing buy. Unsure of how to word your question, you sip on the wine, immediately hit by its strength. “Where are your friends, I should say.”

“Off to bother some mortal or do something stupid.” He smiles in your direction as you down your drink and reach for another. “What’s upsetting you, princess?”

“Nothing.” You tilt your head toward him, eyes flicking down from his strange stare to his stained lips. “Just want time to move faster.”

“How drunk do you want to get?” He leans closer to you, fingers itching to pull you into him.

You place a hand to his mouth and push him further away from yourself. He hums as he traces his finger over his empty wine glass.

“How many glasses have you had, Cardan?” You tip back your third drink, missing his smirk while he watches.

“Enough.”

“Enough to forget?” You turn toward the table and grab the strongest drink, carefully downing the drink.

His shadow towers over you as his breath tickles your neck, “Forget what exactly, love?”

“I hate you.” You say against Cardan’s lips, arms loosely hanging around his neck. “I hate you so much.”

He continues to push you backwards as he slams the door behind him, hands finding their place around your waist. “Feelings mutual, princess.”

Letting your hand thread through his hair, you pull him in for a more heated kiss, tugging ever so slightly at his roots. Cardan groans against your lips, pulling your body closer to his.

“This is such a stupid idea.” You unwillingly part as he drops you down on a bed — hopefully one that used to be his. You let out a small gasp as he litters soft kisses on your throat and down to your exposed collar bone. Your hands find his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer. “Cardan—“

“Yes, love?” He slowly makes his way back up to your lips, pressing short kisses as you try to make sense of the situation. He stops attacking you with his lips, staring and waiting for you to continue.

You shake your head, eyes glassy with drunkenness as you meet his gaze. “Kiss me.”

“You’re too perfect for me.” He groans again, tasting the red wine from your lips as he kisses you harder. “God, I hate you.” Cardan mumbles as he lets his hands wander over your body, refraining from the more private areas at the moment.

Cardan allows you to wander over his own body, feeling you fidget with the hem of his shirt. Letting your hands slip underneath his shirt, you let out a small sigh before flipping the both of you over. You quickly toss your dagger onto the floor before meeting his lips again, the kiss heightening all your profound feelings.

As minutes turned into an hour more, you both fell into a pit of no return. The shared kisses were intensified, and without either party having a clear mind or being sober, neither could stop the motions that lulled them both to sleep very late into night.

It wasn’t until early afternoon that the pair awoke to the sounds of pounding at the door and a splitting headache.

“Your highness, your father is looking for you.” The voice called from outside the wooden doors, causing you to groan and bury your head into the warmth emitting from your bed.

A beat passed before the pounding occurred once more.

“Your highness—!”

“In a minute!” Cardan shouted, eyes shut from the dizziness and hangover. “For fucks sake…”

Your eyes widen at the voice, head rushing up before falling back down at the impact of a jaw. “Shit, that hurt.” You mutter, wincing when you felt the hangover hit you. Slowly, you remove yourself from Cardan’s arm, slightly frowning when you saw him rubbing his jaw. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to slam into you…”

“I think that’s the least of our concerns.” He grumbled, glaring at the door again.

He pushed himself up from the bed, eyes raking over your appearance. He smirked over at you before leaning against the headboard. You crease your brows before looking down and realizing whose clothes you were in — crossing your arms over the loose shirt.

“Princess, I think your father will be a little disappointed in you.”

“Why is that?” You roll your eyes at him, keeping one arm over Cardan’s shirt while running your free hand through your hair.

Your bored gaze meet his amused one, watching him tilt his head. You look away as you weren’t necessarily hiding the fact that you were eyeing his bare chest either.

He pulled you into his chest, despite your halfhearted protests. “Because you have hickeys all over your skin.” Cardan presses a kiss to your cheek, causing your breath to hitch.

All the memories from last name came rushing in, warmth filling your body at the thoughts. Your eyes flit to your dress and dagger scattered across his floor, still thinking of the punishment to come.

However, you did not regret him.

“I don’t think we drank enough last night.” You twist in his arms, lips barely touching his.

“I don’t think so.” He lands a soft kiss to your lips. “I still hate you, love.”

“Feelings mutual.” You straddle over his hips and rest your forehead on his, both your heads still pounding from last night’s activities.

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[matan4il]

my congregation's music tech played a beautiful song today and I thought you'd like it, it's called Olam Chesed Yibaneh / Build this World from Love by Rabbi Menachem Creditor

It was so BEAUTIFUL. I'm still in tears and it's been 20 minutes lol.

💕💕

Hi Nonnie!

Oh, I absolutely love this rec, thank you for it! Here it is on YouTube, for everyone to hear, because it's so soft and gorgeous indeed. Sending you lots of love and hugs, dear! xoxox

Oh, and to share something back, I think I meant to post this song here, but never got around to it? But it's so stunning, I couldn't forgive myself if I didn't share it here at least once. This is the concert with the biggest ever number of musicians playing together in Israel. It was recorded at the Caesaria Ancient Theater. The song was written before Oct 7, but got a whole new meaning after it... Months after I've first heard it, this performance still strikes a chord, and I'm not over it, especially since 120 people, are still being held hostage and denied the peace of returning home, some to get their last, eternal rest.

And I hope it's okay if I add here another ask, because they both felt like little gems...

Happy Birthday Alice!!! I don't say a lot on here but I read you all the time. Thank you for the effort you put in. Your post are always educational but soft and moving. The story you told about someone complaining about you to the director. I literally wanted to fight them for you. I can tell the goodness in you so it was shocking to think anyone could misunderstand your words. I know it's stressful right now. I hope the hostages are released and Hamas is removed so you guys can start the healing process. Happy Birthday!!!

Thank you so much, sweet Nonnie! This is really lovely of you. I can't tell you how much it means, to hear your perspective on my posts, and why they have value, even when I myself am not entirely sure there is any, and I mainly write because of the need to express certain things and get them out. It makes me content I can help in whatever way, and happy that I got to come across wonderful people such as yourself, who are a reminder that there are still so many good, caring humans out there, despite those doing their best to prove otherwise. And those bday wishes from you, I don't think I've ever hoped for any to come true as much as I'm wishing that these ones will. Thank you again, you're so very kind, and I hope all the good in the world comes your way! Love and hugs from Jerusalem, you have a friend here, always. xoxox

[elviehun]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR VERY OWN GOD OF SUNSHINE, MUSIC AND BEAUTY 🥰☀️🥳🎂😇🎸🎧🎤

Ray Toro was born on this beautiful day 47 years ago. Aren't we lucky that we get to see him play again, that we heard him make solo music and that his brilliant, beautiful, unparalleled talent and 1000000000 Watts smile shines upon us?

Also, isn't he the most gorgeous human being you've ever laid eyes on? Yeah,he is🥰🥰🥰.

May your day be everything you've wished for, surrounded by everyone and everything you could possibly want around you. WE LOVE YOU RAAAAAAYYYY!!!!!!!!💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝

[oxpogues4lifexo]

Drew Starkey smau fic

-drewstarkey

Liked By bells_colls_ and 408,735 others

drewstarkey Happy birthday to my forever friend @bells_colls_ your gorgeous inside and out. The most genuine, kind-hearted human being l've ever met, your my biggest supporter and my personal cheerleader. I wouldn't be where I am today without your help and kind words. You never fail to make me laugh and your always up for the challenge of dealing with me, l'm sorry. Growing up with you has been my favourite thing and I wouldn't change it for anything. Seeing you from 15 going on 23 is insane and I'm so proud of you.

Love you Bee, have a wonderful day and I'll see you tonight 🌹

P.S. Can't believe I have to spend another year with you ❤️

bells_colls_ Love you Drewby, growing up with you has been the best experience you mean everything to me 🩷 Minus the back handed compliment but I’ll take it, your stuck with me haha 🖕🏼 Tonight you say?? 🤭

-> drewstarkey don’t wanna be stuck without you ❤️

-> bells_colls_ P.S. Drew Starkey that last photo isn’t helping the rumours!!!

-> drewstarkey what photo i don’t know what you mean?

-> bells_colls_ 🤦‍♀️

madelyncline You two are so cute! Happy birthday ‘Bee’ when can I see you again??

-> drewstarkey she’s mine back off

-> bells_colls_ Madi help me..

-> madelyncline on my way pretty girl 😘

mikeycollins This is disgusting

-> bells_colls_ your disgusting. Go cry to your girlfriend and leave me alone

-> pheebsxo haha this is hilarious. Love you Bella ❤️

drewsfanpage omg omg what?? First post in months and you drop this on us?

-> ellieb<3 They’re just friends supporting each other wdym?

-> drewsfanpage ‘friends’

emmacolls_ Joseph Andrew Starkey! Heard of the word surprise before? I’ll let it off, she’s still here because of you ❤️ watching you two grow up together has been wonderful that 6th photo brings me so many memories 🥰

-> bells_colls_ lmao imagine getting full named by my mum 🤭

-> drewstarkey 🖕🏼

mackayladavilla Happy birthday beautiful you deserve anything and everything! Thank you for making my brother the happiest man 🥰❤️

-> bells_colls_ Its been my absolute most pleasure!! Thank you Mack 🩷

-> drewstarkey debatable

-> mackayladavilla Or obvious more like

jodihutt Love you sweet girl you’ve always been part of the family and I’m happy to say that, happy birthday and I can’t wait to see you again x

-> bells_colls_ Love you so muchhhh 🥰🩷

-> drewsfanpage why is this melting my heart? 🥹

-> drewstarkey No she hasn’t don’t lie

-> bells_colls_ Drew be quiet let me have my moment

-> drewstarkey Want me to whisper it?

-> bells_colls_ You irritate me

daisymae12 them arguing in the comments is so cute

-> bells_colls_ he wants me for sure 😌

-> drewstarkey In your dreams Collins

-> bells_colls_ my* I know Drew it’s okay 🤭

ellieb<3 Happy birthday! This is adorable your both adorable I’m in love 😍

-> drewstarkeysgf no it’s not who even is she??

-> rafeswife he can do better wdym?

-> ellieb<3 they arent together and dont be horrible they’ve been friends since high school

drewstarkeynews Gorgeous girl! Happy birthday 🥳 are you two together??

-> bells_colls_ Thank you sweetheart! He wishes haha 😘

-> drewstarkey what if i do?

-> bells_colls_ haha no thanks 🥰

Hope it makes sense! I’m so scared to post this for some reason, it’s not my forte 🫣

Just trying something new lmk if you want another part (may be fic writing) I’ve been thinking about this for a while x

Thank you for reading please let me know if you enjoyed 🌹❤️

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[suraemoon]

wishing him the happiest and most beautiful of heavenly birthdays 🤍

i truly think that he was one of the most fascinating people on earth. a lot of people see the icon, the name, the idea and being able to see past all of that and learn about the amazing person behind all of the image is a great joy and privilege for me. i saw something a little while ago that said, he wasn’t perfect but he was perfectly elvis. he was so beautifully himself. he was also in every way so authentically human. a true example of a gorgeous, kind, passionate soul who shined so brightly and still continues to shine from heaven.

happy birthday, Elvis ✨ i’ll love you and miss you forever and allways

(i hope you have a wonderful time celebrating with your Lisa and the rest of your family)

[naffeclipse]

@o-cinnamonstickz I'm so honored to call you my friend. I hope you have a beautiful day filled with good food and get everything you wish for ♥ You are so beautiful and sweet, and you nearly kill me with your humor! I got you a little something-something, and I hope you enjoy!

Happy Birthday, babe! ♥

Sky Suspended

FNAF Silk Aerialist!Sun/Moon x Reader (SFW)

You can also read this fic on AO3!

Word Count: ~6,300 Warnings: Slight suggestive themes.

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You stand in the entryway to the rather large dance studio, which is just one of several grand and impressive rooms lining the back of Freddy Fazbear’s Dance Theater, and hesitate. You just started your night shift this late evening. The job is fairly recent—you’re just a week in. After a few days of people instructing you on what is expected in your cleaning duties and how to best keep up with your new responsibilities, you’ve been left to your own devices.

That’s not a bad thing. You prefer the quiet and stillness of working alone in an empty building when the outside world is dark. No one is in your way—there’s no bumping into other employees or awkwardly smiling at a stranger while pushing your cleaning cart around. It’s peaceful.

There have been a few moments when you’ve caught glimpses of the dancers—the animatronics. The robots are otherworldly, being fashioned after childish animal designs but elegant in delivering routines that leave your jaw on the floor. You saw a performance months ago as a birthday present to yourself, and the skills and mastery of the animatronics are equal to any man's passion. It sets stars in your eyes, but you shake your head and come back to earth.

The animatronics aren’t very active at night, preferring to stay in their personal green rooms but sometimes, you’ll hear music softly playing in one studio and decide to come back to it later, or catch a conversation down the hall and steer your cleaning cart in the other direction. You’re certain they don’t want a human interrupting their off-hours, as much as you don’t want anyone interrupting your work hours.

However, you stare at the small hiccup in your usual schedule. In the middle of the dance studio, two silk pieces hang from the ceiling. This room you mentally refer to as the rigging studio, because of the exposed ceiling showing off the riggings, seems to be in use. However, there’s no one around. You glance across the room once more, just to confirm that you're alone and that the draped silk isn’t in use, but the bright, white spotlight on the dancing equipment makes you nervous. 

The fabric shines, sleek and beautiful. One piece is a gorgeous gold color, and the other is a smooth scarlet. Together, the two silks remind you of noon on a sunny day.

The last thing you want to do is upset a dancer by touching their things, especially such exquisite silks positioned like someone is practicing a routine, but you do need to sweep and dry dust the floors. It shouldn’t take you too long, however, the fabric is draped on the hardwood. You’re not going to dust around that, risking dirtying it, nor do you want to leave one-stop untouched. That would be sloppy work, and you’re not sloppy.

Chewing on a fingernail, you listen and wait a few moments more. No one comes down the hall. No one is talking about practicing tonight that you can hear. 

Perhaps someone forgot to put away their things. You huff in slight aggravation, but decide that, first, you’ll wash your hands (you will not dirty those beautiful silks) then do what you can to hang the fabric aside so it’s not in your way. You’ll put it back down just as you found it once you’ve finished cleaning.

Simple enough.

You locate the bathroom just down the hall, giving you more time to see if someone will claim the silks, but once you’re finished, you resign yourself to being the utmost careful and cautious. 

You walk back into the studio and tentatively enter the spotlight, an anxious pang hitting your chest. Standing before the hanging fabric, you gently gather a bundle off of the floor. The soft texture feels too pretty to be strong enough to hold a person, much less an animatronic, but when you give a slight, experimental tug, the stretch is minimal and sturdy. 

The animatronics that work these—there were two—could only be described as angels hovering in the air. You don’t know how they defy gravity like that, posed and elegant, effortlessly working cloth and flexing the command they hold over their bodies. It was beautiful. Those dances were your favorite as well.

You lift the silk to your face and study it closer. Maybe you can find its secrets to both beauty and power. The spotlight catches shiny threads, letting them glimmer subtly as if sunshine itself were woven into the aerial equipment.

A smile lifts unwittingly at the corner of your mouth. You slowly rub the smooth silk between the pads of your fingers, musing over how your hands are too clumsy and slow to handle such fine art. Breathing out wistfully, you lift your head, then freeze like a deer caught in headlights.

An animatronic stands at the edges of the spotlight, face tilted as he observes you with a big grin and yellow sun rays circling his face plate. His fingers are steepled in front of him as if he’s been patiently waiting. His pale eyes flash with mirth or something less friendly, you’re not certain. A jolt of anxiety shoots through your stomach.

“Hello, friend!” he beams, but there’s something scraping underneath, not quite pleased, that sets you immediately on edge.

“I was only going to move it,” you burst out, fists clenching the fabric tighter. You know exactly what it looks like—it’s what you were doing, touching something that’s not yours. A small part of you screams to let go of the silks. You don’t move, caught in the paralyzing gaze of the tall and slender animatronic.

He makes a low synthetic note, a hum that you can’t decipher. He steps closer. As he does, the spotlight catches the bedazzled edges of his ruffled red collar, and the wrapped red ribbons around his wrists, tight and left with pieces hanging. He wears loose pants, striped in red and yellow, with a fabric that you’ve seen other dancers wear, glimmering and eye-catching.

“I don’t recall you asking permission to touch what isn’t yours,” he castigates in a pleasant tone, but now, you’re all too aware of how his white optics go over you like you’re an intruder.

“I’m sorry.” The strength to release the fabric finally comes over you, and you step back, staring at him with a touch of red staining your cheeks. “I was trying to clean, but I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched your silks without permission.”

He takes a hold of each silk, the scarlet, and the gold, arms winding around the fabric as he leans forward. You back up but don’t let yourself be pushed back entirely, standing your ground at the edge of the spotlight. It was your mistake, but you’re not going to be berated mercilessly after you apologized.

Surveying you once more, the animatronic’s grin becomes lighter. You breathe out in relief before registering the small act.

“You’re forgiven, sunshine.” He straightens, and holds out the beautiful red silk, letting the end drape off of his arm like a flowing sleeve. Pale teeth flash in the spotlight with an honest levity. “I’m glad you enjoy them. I was about to practice, but I should have been mindful of your work tonight.”

Is he admitting that he might have been in the wrong, too? Your shoulders lower, loosening your defenses, as you say, “I don’t mean to interrupt. You can practice. I’ll come back later.”

A pleased expression fills his optics. His fingers curl slightly around the fabric as he falls forward slightly, using the scarlet and gold fabric to support his weight as he slowly swings terribly close to you. It takes all your courage to not step away as he looms over you.

“I would hate to rush you out after you were admiring my silks. Would you like an up-close viewing?” he asks in a sweet and playful manner. He flips the silks around his arms once, creating a fan-like effect through the air before expertly stopping the motion.

You grow still, eyes widening in genuine surprise. A gentle chuckle leaves the animatronic in a musical burst of static.

“Really?” you ask, then pause, hesitating. “I really should get back to work.”

“It’ll be just a moment,” he reassures. His sun rays tilt and the spotlight turns his smile into something cheeky. You shouldn’t be so excited as you are, but then he flicks the scarlet silk expertly, causing it to spin through the air and drape around your shoulders before he tugs it, and you, toward him. Swept forward, you let out a little gasp before you laugh quietly.

“Do you usually give private shows to the cleaning person?” you ask, testing the waters carefully but with a note of mirth.

“When they’re polite,” he shoots you a look that is both teasing and good-natured. Carefully, he begins wrapping the scarlet fabric around your middle. You lift your arms as you watch his flawless movement, not registering what’s entirely happening as you become aware of the snug closeness of the silk. Then he asks, “Are you afraid of heights?”

You jerk your head up, meeting his exuberant gaze. Your heart picks up its pace.

“No, but I am afraid of falling,” you say, glancing up at the riggings.

“Then there’s nothing to be afraid of with me,” he soothes before taking the end of the silk and saying, “Lift your knee, sunshine.”

You do it automatically, without thought, leaning on the silk wrapped around your waist for support and watching in a sort of trance as he loops a foothold around your ankle. You stare, confused, before he then takes a hold of the golden silk, long, pale yellow digits forming a steady grip before you feel the slightest movement. The rigging moves in the slightest lurch, and the silks are lifted into the air.

You immediately balk, latching tightly to the silk winding around you as you feel it tighten but stay securely tethered to your body. Most of your weight is caught on your leg, and it folds underneath you as the rest of the fabric around your waist keeps you steady and upright. A gentle stop brings you about seven feet into the air. It’s not that dangerous of a height, but you still feel a certain unsettledness at being farther from the ground than you typically are, with only a pretty piece of fabric keeping you from falling.

“That’s wonderful, you’re so balanced,” he says, beaming with approval. “Good. Just hold tight now.”

“How are you—how is it moving?” you gasp, watching the animatronic casually flip the golden silk around one leg, winding his slender metallic limb into a spiral of yellow cloth before gracefully arching it behind his back. It’s almost unfair how easily he does a vertical split in the air, letting the silk trail along the length of his other leg toward the ground as he faces you in an almost contortionist position. He sets the bottom of his face plate into one plan, grinning at your awestruck.

“We’re connected to the riggings. Think of it like bluetooth. Everything about our silks is ours to command,” he explains as his eyes brighten, watching you dangle mere inches from him. “I can take us higher if you’d like.”

“This is high enough, thanks!” you quickly get out. Glancing at the red fabric you cling to tightly, you admire yourself for a moment. It’s almost surreal, being this far from the ground and safe (as much as one can be) only because of silk.

He laughs, not mockingly, just full of heart as he reaches out to take the top of your silk. You make a small noise—somewhere between fright and excitement—as he pulls you closer to him. His other hand trails down your side. You still as he dutifully gauges the silk wrapped around your middle before checking the loop around your leg.

“Can you lift your other knee for me?” he asks gently.

You can, so you do, nodding as you struggle in the slightest to hold the position with the effort tugging at your core. You’re quickly relieved as he takes the last end of the red silk and wraps your legs tighter, above the knees, to give you a sort of swinging seat in the air. You slowly relax, the fabric doing all the work to hold you in place. You merely need to cling to the top of the soft rope and hold yourself steady.

“My, you look pretty as a present,” he gushes, optics brightening, “You just need a bow!”

You look at his sweet smile and burn. The mirror lining one wall is enough to reflect back your bright pink face as you try to find something to say back to that line, because really, how can an animatronic flirt like that ?

“I don’t know your name,” you say instead, still fighting the rising heat flooding your cheeks.

“That’s right! Excuse my enthusiasm.” He retreats enough to effortlessly lift his core and give a slight bow, arms held out to the side while the only thing holding him in place is gold silk tied to his leg. “My name is Sun.”

The introduction is both impressive and nerve-wracking. You almost tell him to hold on, but manage to zip your lips before you tell the aerialist how to behave in the air.

“Sun,” you repeat, smiling. Of course, it is.

“You're not going to make me beg you to tell me yours, are you?” he asks as he reaches up and slowly unwinds the gold fabric from around his leg, before dangling by his hands alone in the air. You can’t imagine the strength it takes to perform such a feat, nor the confidence. You stare for a long moment until he wraps a sort of hammock underneath himself and swings casually, like a child at a playground. There’s an undeniable, carefree air to his demeanor. You want to take a hold of it for yourself and let loose, enjoy the day as if it were the day.

He glances once more at you when he slows down, a cheekiness to his grin. “Oh, so you are?”

“No!” you laugh, pressing your cheek against the red silk, “No, I’ll tell you.”

And you do. 

Sun takes a hold of the top of your silk, this time looming over you as you are entirely caught in his element. 

“It’s nice to meet you.” He tilts his head, sun rays cutting through the air but missing the fabric. You’re willing to bet he knows exactly how to keep his decorated faceplate from catching on the exquisite silks. “It’s wonderful to meet someone who appreciates the finer arts.”

“Thank you,” you give, bashful. “I really admire your skills. You make all of this beautiful.”

You gesture to the top of the riggings and then down to the silk trails hanging in the air, a few feet off of the ground. Doing so tips you backward. You scramble to fix your grip, but it slips off and you fall back, sucking in a sharp breath as air whips past you and the world turns upside down.

Arm wraps around your middle, catching you before the silk can sharply tug on your legs and middle. You gasp before registering your upside-down view, looking into the steady glow of Sun’s optics. His grin doesn’t move, but it’s softer, filled with relief.

“Careful, sunshine,” he chastises. You realize he’s still wrapped up in his silk but somehow, was quick enough to snatch you up in time. Your own arms wrap around his shoulders, clinging to him for dear life. “You’re not ready to do drops in the silks, yet.”

“No, I’m not,” you agree, slightly breathless before you look up, or rather, down, to see the hard floor below.

“It’s alright,” he promises. Slowly, the riggings lower the silks down. “I think you’ve had enough fun for tonight. Wouldn’t you say that was a lovely start to your shift?”

Lovely. Shocking. Unexpected. Amazing. You could say a lot of things about this, about him, but instead, you nod as the ground comes closer. 

Easing himself free of the gold fabric, he instructs you to hold tight to the scarlet silk around your middle. You do so, feeling awkward and out of place while dangling upside down. This is not the graceful vision of what an aerial silk performer looks like, that much you know. Sun steps down lightly, becoming upright before gingerly slipping the silk off of your middle. He supports you in one arm and frees your legs of the red cloth in the other. You try to not let the fluttering in your stomach betray you as his fingertips ghost over your sides and along your thighs. 

In one swoop, before you can truly fall now that you’re free of the silk, he flips you onto your feet. You blink before feeling the world underneath you. Slightly unsteady, Sun holds your shoulders for a long moment until you straighten out.

“Oh,” you breathe, looking up at him. “That was… I don’t have words.”

“The best of compliments,” Sun jests. He casually flicks away the scarlet and gold silks, and they sway slightly as the riggings lift, higher and higher until they’re well out of the way. “There you go, darling. Cleaning should be a breeze for you now!”

“Yes, uh, thank you.” You’re still reeling from the adrenaline of being so high in the air and the smooth sensation of silk and almost falling. Your mind doesn’t quite catch up with Sun lifting your chin up with a long finger.

“Good balance, but we’ll keep working on it,” he tilts his smile, “I’m sure we won’t have another problem with touching things without permission, will we?”

“No problems,” you say, but boldly add, “And we won’t have problems with leaving things in the way of cleaning, will we?”

The mirth fills his optics as he gives a grin and a nod.

“Of course,” he promises, before softly tapping his other fingers against your jawline. “Enjoy the rest of your night, sunshine.”

His touch leaves your face and you stand here, processing the very short but mesmerizing event that just unfolded as Sun sweeps out of the room. He stops once to offer one last wave before disappearing into the hall. 

You glance up to the silks hanging in the rafters. Slowly, you look back to your cleaning cart and with oddly buzzing hands, you take your broom. You can still feel the silk and the metallic touch of Sun lingering over your body as you begin cleaning the hardwood floors. Something inside of you still dangles in the air, caught in elation and fright.

It was beautiful.

~

There’s a part of you that won’t shut up about your first introduction to Sun. You get eager, excited even, to go to work and see if you can catch the animatronic in the riggings dance studio. You don’t see him, but so far, he’s kept his word. The silks are never in your way again. 

Of course, you remind yourself that it’s better this way. You can get your job done and he doesn’t have to have someone touching his silks without permission. It’s how it should be, anyways.

Yet, you’re itching for more air time, for more glee and, well, sunshine from Sun. 

The weeks slip by. You begin wondering if that one moment was a memory you’ll simply have to cherish because it will never happen again. Not that you should be surprised, nor should you feel this bad for missing something like that, but you still think about it, again and again.

You enter the riggings dance studio one night, as you always have, and find silks hanging in the center of the room. A low, blue spotlight shines down on the fabric, but these are not the gold and scarlet that have been rippling in the back of your mind. These are a deep, midnight blue and a shimmering silver. 

Your heartbeat picks up but the very important discussion you had about touching things without permission flares up in the back of your mind. You glance around, wondering if Sun is nearby. The room is empty. You wait a minute, then two, and stare at the silks.

You can’t wait all night. A very dangerous and stray thought jumps into your mind that if you do touch the silks, you’ll summon Sun, but that might not be a cheerful reunion. So, you push your cleaning cart away and start on the rest of your tasks for the night. 

You check back again at about 1 AM. The silks are still dangling majestically, but no one has claimed the fabric nor moved them around the dark room. You leave it be, again. A small part of you is growing annoyed. Surely, Sun didn’t forget, nor would he expect you to not do one of your required jobs just because he didn’t put up his silks. You check back one more time, then a second time.

The final time you enter the room, you’re burning holes into the fabric with your glare. 

This is the last room you need to clean before the sun comes up and you can clock out. It’s expected that you clear out of the building before the staff that works during the day arrives, and now you’re growing anxious and bothered.

You can’t wait any longer.

Once again, you wash your hands before approaching the midnight blue and shimmering silver silks. The darkness of the room remains, save for the lone, blue light up above. Carefully, with the care that you remember Sun touching his equipment with, you gather up the cloth into a bundle and ponder how to drape it out of the way with the riggings still held in place.

A chill rolls down your spine before you register the presence standing behind you.

“Naughty naughty,” comes a low voice, whispery and dark.

You jump, dropping the silks as you whirl around. Eyes darting upwards, your lips part in quiet shock as you find a large, imposing animatronic looming above you. This is not Sun. This animatronic’s faceplate is half dark, with the other curving into a silver crescent, much like the moon. In fact, you remember him from the show you saw a long time ago. He was the other half of the duo that danced in the air.

Where does this one come from? Did he emerge from the shadows like a ghost? Your mind scrambles to find reason but he reaches above you. He snatches the silver silk and draws his dark blue hand down the length, pulling himself even deeper into your personal space. His hands continue working behind you, out of view.

“You shouldn’t touch what isn’t yours,” he chuckles, but the sound is sinister. Ice water runs in your veins as you hold your hands up. Red optics flash in the dark.

“I’m sorry!” you blurt as you back up but find the silver silk being held out at your back by the lunar-themed animatronic, forming a soft bar that prevents your escape. “I should have asked permission!”

He’s dressed similar to Sun, with a red ruffled collar and red ribbons around his wrists, except he’s half silver, half dark blue. His pants, gleaming richly with shimmering threads, are also dark blue, patched with yellow stars. Interestingly, he wears a hat like a nightcap, but how it stays attached in all of his upside-down aerial pursuits is a mystery to you.

The menacing grin tilts. Suddenly, the cloth is touching your lower back, pulling you closer to the dark expression glowering down at you. You try to step away or even duck under the cloth, but one expert flick of the cloth forms a loop that falls over you. In one tight cinch, the silk pins your arms to your side. Your heart starts pounding. 

“An apology doesn’t allow you to escape punishment,” he lowers his tone. “You touched my silks.”

Being polite was enough to win Sun over, but with this one, you’re not certain that will be enough—if your current situation is any indication of that.

“Wait, wait, I’m sorry. I truly am,” you insist, uncertain of where this is going. The slight strain you try on the silk doesn’t get it to budge an inch. You swallow roughly. “Please, I was only trying to clean.”

“How sorry?” he asks. The tilt of his faceplate is dangerously teasing. You grit your teeth.

“Very sorry,” you try to not let your annoyance shine through. You don’t enjoy being pressed into more agonizing apologies.

“Hm, I don’t believe you.” In one smooth motion, the riggings lower, draping more silk down. You glance up but as you do, the animatronic winds more silk around you, much in the same manner as Sun had, except this time, your arms are caught. You start to step away, but the silver fabric catches you and in the slight swing of liftoff, you’re dragged back.

“Wait, what are you doing?” you almost cry out as nimble fingers drag silver cloth over your legs, in much the same fashion as a harness, and secure you with one sharp tug.

“Punishment.” Red eyes flash as hands leave you. You don't like that you can only clench your fists. Suddenly, the riggings move again. A gasp escapes you as you’re lifted into the air, dangling helplessly at an awkward but tight angle as your feet leave the floor.

“Whoa, whoa, hang on,” you start, voice cracking. “Is this necessary?”

You don’t realize that the dark silk is swinging away, out of view of the low blue spotlight. You gasp as it swings beside you, revealing the animatronic as a flash of cool light as he comes to a controlled and simple stop above you. 

“Very necessary,” he grins. You’re not certain that’s a tease of your early insistence of your apology, but you shoot him a sharp look. 

That doesn’t cover up the fear gathering in the pit of your stomach. Slowly, in a spider-like crawl, the animatronic spins until he rests upside down, both of his feet secured in the dark fabric. His spindly neck clicks metallically as his face plate rests right side up, facing you. You get a terribly uncomfortable idea that this is what a fly feels like when caught in a web.

One glance down confirms your worst suspicions. You manage to bite back your yelp of surprise, but you’re no less horrified by the height you’re dangling at. It’s far higher than Sun took you. The hardwood floor has to be more than fifteen feet away. A fall from here would be deadly. 

“Are you going to drop me?” you ask quietly, eyes wide in the blue light.

The resounding and low chuckle that answers does not put your soul at ease.

“Only on purpose.” He reaches out and touches your cheek, pushing your face one way until you're almost looking up directly into the spotlight. Your eyelids flutter close. “You’re the one Sun is so hung up on.”

You can’t decide if that’s a terrible joke, and a ridiculous pun at that, but there’s very little to laugh about right now as the animatronic gives you a slight push, causing you to lazily spin in the air and away from him. You don’t even have a moment to register that Sun talks about you .

You quickly tell him your name. Maybe that will spare you of something less than pleasant. You don’t think animatronics can hurt people, but you’re currently alone with him. He seems to have no qualms about implying that at his whim, you could go splat.

“I know your name.” He watches you as you spin back around. His grin is still darkly stretched, teeth gleaming with amusement.

“May I have your name?” you ask, strained, spinning away again much to your grief. The politeness angle is currently all you have going for you, and you hope against hope that it will eventually work. 

You try to kick out, but it’s not like swimming. The air does not respond to your useless attempts to control your bound position. A hand falls on your ankle and carefully turns you towards him. You have to crank your neck slightly to meet his red gaze.

“Why should I give it to you?” he asks in a rasp.

“Because it would be rude not to,” you give honestly. It takes all the courage you can muster to not look down again.

For a long moment, you stare through the low blue light at his face plate. He gives a spin, one way, then the other. The end of his hat swings through the air. A quiet jingle of a bell echoes.

“Moon,” he says at last.

“Moon, please don’t drop me.” Your stomach clenches underneath the layers of silk holding you in place. The desperate need to simply reach out and hang onto something is growing increasingly frantic. Instead, you bite your tongue and endure.

“No harm will come to you.” His grin, however, is not the reassurance you’re looking for. You furrow your brow before your eyes widen. His hand moves carefully to the top of the silk, and to the end that’s neatly wrapped around your leg.

Your mouth becomes dry. “You didn’t say you wouldn’t drop me—”

A small fall sends your stomach flying into your throat. You yelp as the air whips past and you’re twirled precariously downward, the dance studio blurring between darkness and blue light, before jolting to a sudden stop. A hand presses onto your leg, wrapping around your thigh. You jerk your head up.

“Having fun?” he asks, teeth glinting.

“You son of a—”

His hand lifts from your leg, releasing the end of the silk. You drop again, crying out once as he descends with you, carefully controlling your fall with another hand on top of the silk above you. This drop is shorter. You come to a stop with a slightly less intense jerk.

“Language,” he murmurs. Your head spins from slight vertigo. He taps one finger against your lips and you bare your teeth but think better of biting metal digits. He then grabs you by the waist, his touch slipping in through the silk, and you gasp as you’re brought flush against him. “You were doing so well, too.”

“You’re a menace,” you hiss. You glare up into his glowing optics, but this close, you start to flush, hyper-aware of his palm on the small of your back and the little proximity between your bodies. “If you drop me—”

“I have never dropped anyone that I didn’t want to drop,” he cuts you off, voice growling. “You couldn’t be in safer hands except for Sun’s, but you already know that.”

His smile is lethal. You’re not sure if he’s taking a jab at your time with Sun, or if he’s just reminding you of his other half’s skills. There’s certainly no doubt that Moon is equal in talent and control as Sun is, but unlike Sun, he is far more intimidating. His time in the air is dangerous, as if floating close to a waterfall, knowing at any moment, you will go over and down, down, down.

“Can you let me go now, please?” you get out before your teeth.

His optics flash crimson with amusement.

“If you insist—”

The mistake reaches your brain the moment he speaks and you jerk, managing to kick up your legs enough to straddle Moon around his slender waist before his arm falls from around you. You flip back, but you dangle upside down, still clinging to Moon with the will of your legs alone.

“You have some strength,” he says as if he’s not entirely impressed. 

The blood rushes to your head for one dizzying moment. Before the strain becomes too much on your lower muscles, he folds down, matching your upside-down vision, before flipping you both once more. The fabric unwinds slightly from around your waist as he, again, pulls you against him. This time, however, he wraps a little hammock underneath him with one hand and pulls you onto his lap. You duck your head, thankful that the blue light will do well in hiding your blush.

“What do you want?” you breathe out.

A hand runs up your back, touching silk and the columns of your spine. You pretend you don't shiver. You especially ignore his red optics flashing in delight. Slowly, he loosens the fabric from your sides. Immediately, you rip your arms free. Next, the cloth retightens with a zip of fabric, squeezing your middle securely but without pinning your upper appendages.

“An apology,” he says. Rearing up your head, you pierce him with a scathing look before he presses a finger to your mouth. “A sincere one.”

You stare at him before moving your head away, out from under his silencing digit. Your fingers dig into the rope above your head, not entirely trusting how he holds you or what he’ll do next.

“Okay,” you hiss, then much softer, you breathe, “Okay.”

You weren’t the most honest when you first blurted out your apology, but clearly, he caught onto that. The annoyance from earlier now mingles with fear and a slight exhilaration of surviving several drops. The air up here must be thinner. Avoiding looking down, you close your eyes for a moment to gather your strength.

“I am very sorry I touched your silks without permission.” You open your eyes and hold Moon’s glowing optics with a somberness. “Will you please forgive me?”

He grabs the silk just above where you cling to it tightly with your fists and pulls you closer to him. You can’t escape, you can’t flee, you can only bear his red intensity as he looks down at you, closer than he’s ever been. You brace for another drop.

“Yes.” He then tugs on your silk as well as his. In careful motions, you’re taken off of his lap but slowly swung out, just brimming the edge of the blue spotlight as he swings out too, twining gently around each other in a lazy spin before your shoulder presses against his side, and he wraps an arm around you, keeping you tucked beside him.

“Don’t vomit,” he instructs.

“What?” you ask, bewildered before he swings you in the opposite direction and the spin is rapidly undone. You fly through the air, breathless. The dizzying height and the controlled, swooping speed leave you lighthearted, and yet, you laugh. It escapes you in bubbles. You’re clinging tight to the silk. The world spins in dimness and blue, and then, red optics. You’re caught again, this time, much more securely as Moon pulls you against his chest. Your back is flushed to him. You breathe out.

“Having fun?” he asks, but this time, the soft static of his voice touches your neck. You’re still giggling in the slightest.

“Yes—don’t think I forgot what you did earlier,” you warn.

“Noted,” he chuckles. In a quiet buzz, the riggings begin to lower you both. You cling tightly to Moon’s shoulders. His hands rest tightly on your hips in tight clasps. 

The ground slowly rises up to greet you and as you step away from Moon, he gives the fabric still wrapping you up a controlled flick. You’re spunned, almost in a breathless move of dance, and then freeze. Before you can trip and fall, Moon grabs your hands, pulling them up to hold you steady as your head slowly stops spinning.

“You,” you gasp, “are a menace!”

“I’m an aerialist,” Moon grumbles with humor.

“You didn’t deny it,” you shoot back, before stopping to hold his gaze. His optics have flicked to a softer color, white and blue, in different optics. You’re caught off guard that you stare for a long moment before he tilts his head, looking back with an unreadable expression.

“Don’t touch my silks,” he says, squeezing your palms, “Then I won’t be a menace.”

You slowly nod. The animatronics and their rules are so intriguing, but you’re slowly figuring them out. You wonder if they’re having fun figuring you out, too.

However, you jut out your bottom lip in an angry rebuttal.

“Don’t leave your silks where I clean.”

He stares at you, hands tightening around your knuckles before lowering your hands. You’re not certain that’s an acknowledgment of your request. You shift your stance, now stable and ready to rejoin gravity.

His optics flash red, then dart back to the soft blue and white. “Did you have fun, doll?”

You’re not sure how much of that was supposed to be fun, but he waits for your answer. At least, he seems pacified.

“I could have done less with the dropping,” you say, but offer a tentative smile. “The swinging, though. That was something else.”

“Noted,” he says again and releases your hands. You glance up at the ceiling as the riggings creak in the slightest, and lift the silver and dark blue silks. The fabric swirls slightly in the air, falling against your head before rising away. When you lower your gaze, you start.

You’re alone.

You glance around before fumbling blinding for a light switch. Flicking it on, the blue spotlight remains but the rest of the room is illuminated with pure white. You hope to keep the trembling in your legs at bay as you grab your broom.

Two animatronics and two silk ropes. You didn’t think you would get so close, and yet, here you are.

You sigh as you begin cleaning, your mind still up in the air, dancing with a celestial body.

[ryuichirou]

 Replies

A lot of replies today! About recent drawings/posts and about some other stuff as well.

Anonymous asked:

You should check your inbox for nebulacollege, I sent a gift 😘

Sorry for the late reply, Anon! As Katsu already said, we didn’t really have an opportunity to reply properly before, but we saw your gift right away. It’s so wonderful, and we are so grateful!!

Nebula technically had its first birthday recently, so your timing is kind of perfect. It’s insane to think that not so long ago I struggled to come up with a way to draw Edmund that would fit the vibe Katsu is going for, and now we’re seeing your amazing fanart of him. It looks so good, both the idea and the drawing itself.

Thank you so much, once again.

unofficialwheatdog asked:

I had this dream this morning that you and Kat joined the Trolls and the Bee Movie fandom, so there was art of a bee and a human getting it on and trolls

I woke up in a cold sweat if you couldn't tell btw

Honestly I would say that this is a hilarious dream and that you shouldn’t worry about it, but it sounds like something we would 100% do. I am now kind of terrified that we’ll watch the Bee Movie and start shipping a bee and a human but unironically.

But I shouldn’t be worried either, I don’t see that happening anytime soon. We did however rewatch some episodes of Angry Beavers and are currently kind of into Norbert/Daggett ……………..

Anyways! Thank you for dreaming about it?? 😭💕

Anonymous asked:

THANK YOU FOR THE TREYVIL! Oh gosh that was so good! Vil's look towards Trey~ very lovely! Proud of  "Normal Guy™" Trey managing to get a Supermodel like Vil. 💚

HEHE YOU’RE WELCOME! I’m glad you like it, thank you!

I’ll be honest, I didn’t fully get Trey’s popularity at first, but for some reason I kind of get it now. The juxtaposition of the "Normal Guy™" and gorgeous supermodel Vil who isn’t desperate, but still openly flirty with him, it’s kind of…. Very nice.

Anonymous asked:

That look Vil gave…..GOD. Probably best not to say what’s going through my head.

It’s okay, Anon, I feel you…. wink

I’m glad I managed to draw it in a way that makes you ~feel~ things hehe.

Anonymous asked:

Hey vil, what else can those beautiful legs do? What time do they open? 🥵🥵

I think Vil can easily do an entire clock hands rotation with his legs… Vil being stupidly flexible is my agenda and I will keep repeating it. He is going to put his legs behind his head if he needs to.

thestarlightfae asked:

Wait, now I want to try that. Not in a sexual way (aroace), but in an am-I-flexible-enough way.

I believe in you! I know you can do it! <3

Anonymous asked:

What kind of porn would Rollo, Fellow and Gidel watch?

(related to this post), maybe I’ll edit the post and add those there…

Rollo doesn’t watch porn, come on now. The only type of smut he experiences is the kind that his own mind plays in his head when he sleeps. And Rollo really wishes he could turn it off! But he can’t, so for now he’s just having weird wet dreams about faceless men in red cloaks judging him….

Fellow doesn’t really care about porn all that much because his life is already so full of sex, but he doesn’t necessarily have access to a lot of porn either. He used to flip through magazines with some hunks on them, but hasn’t done it in quite a while.

Gidel, however, loves his dirty magazines! I’ve said it in some other hc post: a magazine with beast-ladies in tiny bikinies is an ultimate gift for him. He steals those from shops, he takes the ones that are randomly abandoned at gas stations. Whenever they are lucky enough to stay at a motel with a tv, the first thing Gidel does is turning on the TV to see if there are porn channels available for free. He doesn’t even do anything while watching it, he’s just fascinated by smut. I guess it’s a phase… or is it?

Anonymous asked:

IS Idia a masochist?

He IS…. And he isn’t. I guess to a degree.

Idia feels like someone who would be genuinely uncomfortable and even whiny when it comes to physical pain and discomfort, but at the same time… there are some kinds of pain and discomfort that he would find weirdly pleasing and tickling. Starting with something not so drastic, like hair pulling and butt smacking. I think he has potential to blossom as a gorgeous masochist. I think he is highly trainable. 🤔

He also strikes me as someone who craves for a punishment somewhere deep down, so it’s also a big factor.

Anonymous asked:

Lilia making Silver watch porn with him is super hot actually?? Especially when Silver is so shy about it and doesn't really enjoy watching it that much, still being pressured to keep watching with him omg

(related to this post)

Hehehe thank you Anon!! I thought so too, as you can see lol

Silver doesn’t feel awkward all that often, especially with Lilia, but that time really felt weird… a good kind of weird. 😳

Anonymous asked:

I regret to inform you, it's highly likely that antis are that dumb.

Saw a hot take that was "it's wrong to sexualize the TWST minors even if you're their age!!!"

Oh no, puberty makes some high schoolers horny, who'd have thought.  A 17 y.o. not being the same as a 7 y.o. is a novel thought to them; they'd have never lasted in my hs.

And a non anti one, but evidence that some people aren't too bright: the amount of people saying Ace is an irredeemable monster, a sociopath who wouldn't care if You died, a fuckboy who'll never have a serious relationship, ect. because he's slightly mean and committed the unforgivable crime of ghosting his ex-gf in middle school.

And the amount of people wishing harm or death on proshippers just for that, I have to believe, for my own piece of mind, that they're not fully aware of what they're saying cause otherwise it's a scary thought.

(related to this post)

Yeah, unfortunately that’s not surprising. When people do nothing but try to find ways to police other people’s enjoyment of certain characters + marinate in these ideas all the time, their takes become almost alarming. They’re obsessed with numbers (fictional that have zero relevance to real life) and the idea of purity, it always boils down to sex = bad. And “sex = bad” is a very useful thing to both gatekeep characters (“you can’t sexualize them, I can”) and trying to assert authority on a group of people that has nothing to do with you.

The Ace take is hilarious. Imaging judging someone for ghosting a person when they were like 14-15, especially when it’s just one fictional guy. I also find it funny that technically one could read it as “Ace realised that he is not into girls and dipped; it’s not right for him to hurt her feelings, and this reaction from Ace is pretty normal for a guy who is figuring shit out”. But instead of this or any other kind of more nuanced reading they went with “Ace is a monster”. Ace is a teenager, and a well-written one at that, it just happens that the majority of teenagers are either nasty fuckers or socially awkward maximalists, or both.

Anonymous asked:

Ace’s method of flirting reminds me of the song Nice Guys by nigahiga

(referring to this post)

«And if you ever get cold, you'll just have to hack it, 'Cause I'd be cold too if I gave you my jacket» is the most Ace Trappola line in the world….

Anonymous asked:

I thought this was funny but idk if you'll think so.  Just this week I started a side blog for venting/discourse because I loved writing essays in school and I gotta put my English degree to use somehow right.  I only have two posts, one of which is about TWST antis. 

I already got some anonymous troll telling me I'm a loser and they hope I know it.

I have made it y'all!!  My sideblog's so young but I've already got the discourse blog badge of honor!! (Also the submission is a few days old and I only noticed now whoops I feel kinda bad for them.  Definitely didn't react the way they were hoping I would)

lol congrats Anon!! It really is like a badge of honour and a seal of quality at the same time. I’m pretty sure you’ll get more of those as you continue posting, so please take care of yourself and block annoying people, including Anons!

I’m glad you’re enjoying your new side blog though. Writing essays is fun, especially when it’s about something that you care about because, well, you’re a part of the situation…

Anonymous asked:

🐩 anon back with news that they made the terrible mistake of giving me TWO character slots because they wanted a bit more flavour to our current cast before we continue in another two weeks.

I came to offer you an unholy Deacon with god complex. He is about to make Rollo disintegrate by just walking into the same room as him. He got some Sebastian and Malleus vibes all in one, it's terrible for everyone else really.

The fact I gotta draw the design is what gets me, because how does one do that justice? The smugness? The charm? I'm tempted to do a design influenced by Frankenstein in Noblesse and Sephiroth from Final Fantasy. Maybe some Undertaker because who doesn't like long haired men, yk?

This sounds awesome, Anon, I think this is the perfect type of character to throw at Rollo to make him deal with him lol Whatever you end up with, I’m sure it’ll look great! What you’ve listed sounds like a great ingredient list for a very fun character.

[holdmytesseract]

a/n: Since it's my birthday today, I've got a little present for y'all! 😁 I had this idea at 7.30 in the morning, wrote it down and well... I love it! I hope you guys love it too! ❤ I labelled this one as mature... Just in case. You never know... 👀

Also, I don't know what it is, but somehow I can seemingly only write smuttish fluffy things for them. 😂

Warnings: veeeeeery suggestive smut/smut - but nothing graphic, pregnancy things, fluuuuff!

In Love and Pleasure

"O-Oh goods, W-Will..." Her eyebrows furrowed in deep pleasure, before she clawed her hands into the skin of his upper body, nails digging into his belly. Will's hands were guiding her hips; holding and steadying her. Her legs quivered against his thighs, as he bucked his hips up into hers - careful and gently, not to hurt the child Y/N was growing in her womb. Their child. A soft moan was leaving the vicar's lips at the thought running through his mind. They had created a new life together. The biggest, most beautiful proof of the love - the deep bond they shared. What more could he wish for? He had a wonderful home, friends, a hearty flog - which came to mass every Sunday. He had Y/N - his beautiful wife; and soon... Soon, he'd become a father. What a blessing. Will smiled, closing his eyes. He felt his heart beating fast against his ribcage and the pure happiness and pleasure flooding his veins. Y/N stopped her movements a few seconds later; enchanted, amused and a bit confused by her husband's sudden change of expression. She let her hands travel over his taunt stomach, up to his chest. "What are you smiling at, Will?" Y/N asked with an audible smile in her voice, as she twirled the fine, dark hairs covering the vicar's pecs around her fingers. His smile even widened, before he reopened his eyes, looking up to the woman above him. The light of the sinking sun poured through the window, causing her skin to glow. Her Y/H/C hair was messed up; a few thick strands had fallen into her face. She smiled - and by God, Will was sure it was the most beautiful smile he ever saw a human being smiling. His eyes travelled downwards, marvelling her gorgeous naked body, as they landed on her slightly protruding stomach. She looked ethereal and absolutely mesmerising. Y/N would never fail to be a literal goddess to the vicar. Never.

Will couldn't help himself, but to cup the growing bump which was his child, causing a shiver to run down his spine. Nothing was able to compare to this feeling. To feel a new life growing underneath your palms. Nothing.

He shook his head. "Nothing, my love. I'm just so happy." She smiled even more, let her hands wander to the vicar's shoulder, "Come here." and squeezed them slightly; signalling him to sit up. Will did as she told him to and sat up. The movement caused Y/N to bit her lip in order to suppress a sensual whine. Her palms squeezed Will's shoulders again, but this time involuntarily - out of pleasure. The vicar, wasted no time, begun to place soft, small kisses on her skin, starting with her collarbone. Y/N wrapped her arms around him, burying her hands in his blonde-brown locks and tugged gently - which elicited a delicious, hoarse groan from her husband's lips. "I love you," Will panted in between the kisses he bestowed upon her, while he had started to move his hips once again. His hands now firmly planted on her lower back. "I l-love you t-to-Ohhh..."

divider by the wonderful @fictive-sl0th

a/n: In case you want to read their whole story (Blurred Love), you can find it here! 😄

Tagging the Blurred Love crew: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @youlightmeupfinn @jennyggggrrr @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @lulubelle814 @stupidthoughtsinwriting @wolfsmom1 @michelleleewise @kats72 @sititran @chantsdemarins @d1a2n389 @vbecker10 @huntress-artemiss @javagirl328 @kingtwhiddleston @fictive-sl0th

[creativepawsworld]

It's me again.... the ghost. I feel like a ghost that comes back to haunt tumblr sometimes.... anyway...

First, I want to wish this gorgeous man Cillian Murphy a Happy Birthday. Yes, he will never see this, but the intention is there, so Happy Birthday, you amazing human being. You are a true inspiration. Humble, talented, smart, and drop-dead gorgeous something we all hope to find in a future partner and ourselves let's be honest.

Secondly, those that have read, are reading, or are going to read... Even those that don't read my stuff EVERYBODY, lol. I am writing again, I am currently working on the next chapter of Silence. I have Everything but You wrote it just needs edited. That is also nearly finished BTW for anyone who does read it.

I just want both Silence and Everything But You to come out roughly together as I have left you all waiting long enough, let's be honest. But yes, I am working on it. Pinky Promises.

Anyways, thank you all for sticking with me and all the new followers I have received lately insane love it, thank you. Just over 300 of you beautiful people 🥰 feeling loved especially jn my absence.

Right I'll ssh and get back to writing. Love you all. But mostly HAPPY BIRTHDAY CILLIAN MURPHY love you dude. Have a Guinness for me! 💙🩵💙

Edit...

Do my links work for you guys as they are not working for me right now...I hope they are working as that's going to me timely to fix!!

Let me know

[quinloki]

Listen fanfic blogs love talking about being monster fuckers and making monster aus of favorite characters, but... maybe I wanna be the monster. Maybe I want to be caught and fawned over by a weird human who's way too into it. So I'm gonna go over some characters I think would be monsterfuckers <3 honestly Robin is a strong contender. She's very calm and not much phases her, and she's been called a monster herself for her whole life. Plus her being so close with Franky and calling Jinbei handsome. I can see her getting a monster to open up to her despite being human, willing to play the long game to get you to trust her. Your form doesn't bother her, and you think her devil fruit is pretty cool(it's good for getting scratches in hard to reach spots.) Ace for similar reasons. He's a monster too- why would he give a shit what you look like? He's just so friendly you find yourself coming back, and you get pretty fond of his devil fruit if you're cold blooded.

Sanji I can see going for it too but he's so overbearing about it you might get scared away. Declarations of passion and going on about how you're beautiful, that he sees you for the sweet, wonderful, unique, gorgeous, etc. Creature that you truly are! Please, allow him to shower you with the adoration you truly deserve- Wait, where are you going? Probably only gets you to talk to him again with food. I can see Law being one too, but he doesn't deliberately seek it out. Meets you and has a little "what does this mean about me?" Moment. Also kind of a dork if you remind him of something from one of his comics... he'll never say it but he thinks you're so cool. Kidd would but it starts more like "fuck yes we're the scary bad guys, of COURSE I'm getting this thing on board to wreak havoc with us!" Aaaand develops into "of COURSE I'm fucking it! Hopefully!"

This is getting so long for an ask but Marco also. By extension the WB pirates in general, they're mostly human but I think they have one Fishman? You're sort of a novelty, but they've got a reputation for picking up strays and outcasts, nobody really cares what you look like at the end of the day. Marco is used to preening himself in his Phoenix form, and he'll help you with any grooming or shedding. You mumble something about being hard to keep fed, and Thatch just laughs. Did you forget how big Whitebeard is?

Okay, so what I’m seeing is either I should go 50/50 on my Ki toner monster fucker plans - and the reader is the monster half the time, or I should offer it as an option for the birthday event in July.

Cause this is valid and I love these \o/ and there’s a lot of fun options available, sfw or otherwise. ^_^

Thank you for sharing I wish I had more I could add, but you really nailed these and I’m just going to take a moment and enjoy them 🥰

[uceyjvcey-dynamite]

if you see this gorgeous man @szcyn today, i'mma need you to do two things, a'ight?

wish him a happy birthday.

donate to http://www.samiforsyria.com/

i better see all'a y'all's names comin' up on there later!

okay, i'm puttin' the sappy part down here. i ain't never written nothin' like this before, so i'm sorry if it ain't come out romantic how i want it to. tellin' you that i had feelings for you was the scariest thing i've ever done in my life 'cause no one ever made me feel this way before. but you... god, i fell so damn hard for you, baby. and i was so scared you was gon' call me crazy or say you ain't feel the same way, but obviously that didn't happen. bein' wit'chu over these past few months has been the best months of my life, same with the past year i spent wit'chu before we admitted anything. you are the most amazing man i've ever met. you are so beautiful, not just 'cause you the sexiest man i ever seen, but your heart so goddamn beautiful too. i mean, look at'chu. you got err'one donating to your charity. you HAVE a charity. you rescue cats. you treat err'one with love an' respect.

sometimes i think you too good to be true, y'know? not just for my boyfriend, but as a human being. sometimes i think you too good to be true as my boyfriend too, but you always remindin' me that that ain't the case and you don't know what that means to me. you made me feel safe in my own skin. i never even came out to no one before you, and now all our friends know we together, 'cause you made me that brave. you make me wanna be a better person every damn day. you make me laugh and smile all the time, you brighten up my life 'cause you genuinely like a ray of sunshine. i love you so much and i'm so glad we got this life together with our lil' demon baby. this gon' be the first birthday of many, MANY more that we celebrate together, baby. 😘❤

[spanishinfluenza]

Happy birthday queen!!! Wish you have a wonderful year! Keep rocking and being gorgeous ✨ Here's a young human Carlisle boy for you.

TJANK YOU SO MUCH OMGFGG

Im shaking im crying, Look at him! Look at how gorgeous he is!!!!! His shirt is literally beautiful, his soft boy little eyes god damnnnnn. This kid had all the village pussy in the palm of his hand and aint never took a bite god BLESS america

[ariadnasdiary]

Espero que no sea demasiado tarde para preguntar esto ¿pero cómo te la pasaste en tu cumpleaños, Ari? ¿Qué te regalaron? ¿Tuviste una fiesta sorpresa? ¿Qué te dio Kino 😏🤭?

Translation: I hope I'm not too late for asking this but: Ari, how was your birthday? What did they give to you? Did you have a surprise party? What did Kino gave to you 😏🤭?

Ariadna: Aww, it's ok! It's never too late to ask about my b-day, I assure you!

Ariadna: For instance, I was woken up by Noami with a cute cupcake with a candle. It really meant a lot to me, since it reminded me of the times I was woken up by my family back in Mexico! I almost cried, but Naomi cheered me up! Naomi gave me a huge present box and inside was the prettiest dress and shoes ever! That's what I used for the day!

Ariadna: We all went to Naomi's home in the human world and had breakfast! Later, Naomi said she had to work and Yuri said he'll make her company. So Kino and I went on a date all day long until it was diner time and we'll all reunite once again.

Ariadna: We had a nice date in the park and we even had a picnic there! It's been a while since I had a date in broad daylight~ There was a nice weather and there weren't many people. Kino was really well behaved and allowed me to choose what activities I wanted to do, so I took the chance and I did many things I couldn't do due to them being closed by nighttime~! It was incredible! I had lots of fun!

Ariadna: When dinner time arrived, we headed back to the Makai and we went all together to have dinner in a beautiful restaurant with a gorgeous sight! Naomi invited dinner and she said that would be her present as well a cute necklace! I thought the dress and shoes given to me were her present, but turns out they were Kino's present! He was annoyed I didn't know it, but Naomi laughed and told me it was her doing to mess with Kino. Of course I apologized to him and we all laughed.

Ariadna: Later, Kino and I took a small walk over the restaurant's balcony and I couldn't help but thank Kino for the marvelous day he had made possible. I loved the dress and shoes he gifted me and over that the day he planned for me! He seemed pleased and forgave me since he said it was all Naomi's fault *giggles*.

Ariadna: Without notice, he took me into his arms, wished me a happy birthday, but most importantly: he told me how much he was glad and thankful I was born and being able to be together all this time! He can be a sweetheart sometimes… Naomi took us a photo from the distance and it holds an even more special meaning after his words. I now have it by my night table, so it's the last thing I see when I go to sleep since then. I'm so happy for being this fortunate: for having marvelous friends and a loving boyfriend… I couldn't ask for anything else really!

Mun Ari: thank you for asking Sugar! And so sorry it took me some time to answer :'D.

[thehalfbloodedwitch]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @thespiritoflife

Happy happy happy 19th birthday to the spirt of my life!! Happy freaking birthday domi bb!!! AHHH I am so freaking happy, grateful to have a stunning, beautiful, absolutely talented and amazing bestie like you! I literally love you sooo much like you have literally no freaking idea how much I adore and love you! Literally you are the only person who comes to my ask box and sends me such sweet messages that stay with me forever! I cannot think of another person who has sent me so much love in the time I have been here, so I wanna thank you for always sending me such beautiful and perfect moodboards and asking me my wellbeing because quite frankly, no one here asks me that except for you gorgeous human being!

Like I am gonna manifest you get a boyfriend this year because you don't deserve to be single my bbg, you literally deserve the world and back!! Because bbg, you are a star a bright and glowing star in the pretty night sky that is very hard not to notice so hoping your hallway crush notices and talks and eventually falls for a beauty such as yourself! Anddd here's a little gift from me to you!!

Okay I know this isn't a quote written by me, taken from pinterest but, this is you my love!!

I wish I was with you rn so I could hug you so tight on such an important day like this for you!! Once again happy happy birthday domi! Hope this post made you smile a little and made your awesome day more special and memorable 💖