#jordan moon

[aestum]

(by Jordan Steranka)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 341

Danny sighs as the sound of a falling shelf reaches him, quickly followed by twin snarls. He takes a breath, even if he hasn’t needed to breathe since he was fourteen, and counts to ten as he pauses in making dinner. 

“Ellie, Dan, what’ve I said about throwing each other into the shelves-” 

He stops as he comes to the living room doorway, both of the gremlins freezing mid-stuffing an unconscious vigilante out the window, feathers puffed up. Dear Ancients he does not want to deal with this today, but it’s not like life ever cared about what he wants in any situation. 

“Elnath, Jordan, you better not be about to toss that person out the window-” 

[kenro199x]

As I've said a billion times, no other IP is as versatile as Godzilla. I'm happy that even though it's taken the audience 70 years, they can see that Godzilla can do it all.

(Needs some Little Godzilla, though)

[punkeropercyjackson]

I swear fake superhero dudesbros would scream,hurl,cry and then explode if i told them as someone who's read for a wide variety of comic book characters and has specifically read everything Red Hood is in and is working on the same for the Spiderverse comics,that since Superman was made by jewish men to reflect the jewish experience and has jewish-coding as a result and BATMAN is also jewish for the same reason and Wonder Woman was created out of William Mourton Martson's love and respect for his bisexual girlfriends/wives,being a minority is not only not a bad trait in a superhero BUT A REQUIREMENT FOR BEING A REAL ONE BASED OFF COMICS HISTORY.Did you know Green Arrow is a socialist despite being a white cishet blonde guy also.And that Green Lantern is implied to be transfem on at least one occasion.And that there's multiple girl Robins and even more Batgirls of color and a black Robin who's more of a real superhero than Danny F*nton or whoever the fuck could ever be.And-

[llovelymoonn]

@floweroflaurelin \\ june jordan directed by desire: the complete poems of june jordan: "intifada incantation: poem #8 for b.b.l" \\ @destielgaysex

kofi

[lnfours]

‘everyone wants him that was my crime’ with lando/charles? so excited for ur ask day! ❤️

absolutely, positively sobbing 🥺

jordans snow day ☃️

you knew what you were signing up for that very first date at the cafe in monaco, knew what you were getting yourself into when he showed up with flowers asking you to be his.

it’s not like he kept that part of himself hidden, you knew his profession and how many people longed to be you when photos leaked of the two of you going out to get dinner. even months later, it still shocks you the kind of things people comment on your posts on your social media.

you had made the mistake of scrolling through the comments of a tiktok about you and your boyfriend. the rude comments about the two of you drowning out the ones that supported you. you knew you shouldn’t have looked to begin with, but now you sat with blurry vision as you scrolled.

you normally wouldn’t have let the comments bother you, reminding yourself that at the end of the day, he was coming home to you. but for whatever reason, right now, it felt like you had committed the biggest crime. like you had robbed them of him, even though he didn’t belong to them.

you didn’t hear the door to your bedroom open, jolting at the sound of your boyfriends sweet, soft voice, “baby?”

he had entered the room and immediately froze, spotting the tears rolling down your cheeks. his mind went a mile a minute thinking of the worst possible things that could’ve happened to make you upset. rude comments being the last thing on his mind.

he sat down next to you, taking your face into his hands and gently wiping away the tears, “what’s up, sweetheart?”

you shook your head, “it’s nothing,”

“it’s not nothing if you’re crying,” he said, “you can tell me, it’s alright.”

you sniffled and turned your phone to him, letting him take it from your grip as he read through the comments. the comments talking about you, your looks, your body, your relationship. you bit down on your lower lip as his eyes scanned over the screen.

he locked the phone, tossing it to the side as he pulled you into his warmth, “c’mere,”

you slid into his arms gently, resting your face against his chest as he got comfortable on the bed next to you. he ran through your hair with his fingers, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head, “you know i love you, right?”

you nodded, “i know.”

“and that i don’t agree with anything those comments said, you’re beautiful, on the inside and out. you’re my favorite human. you know that, too, right?”

you nodded against his chest again, repeating yourself, “i know.”

“don’t listen to a thing those people say,” he said, “you’re it for me, okay?”

he tilted your chin to look back at him, his eyes meeting yours, “okay?”

you nodded, giving him a soft smile, “okay,”

he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, breaking apart as he pushed hair from your face, “you want me to say something to them?”

you shook your head, “they’re just gonna keep saying these things,” your fingers traced over his beauty marks, “i normally don’t let it get to me, but i don’t know why it hit me this hard today.”

“it’s okay,” he shook his head, “nothing to apologize for. i just want you to know that you’re the one i wanna wake up next to, even if you drool.”

“i don’t drool!” you giggled, calling back to the teasing that took place earlier on in the morning when you woke up. you swatted at him playfully, a grin on his face as your laugh echoed through the bedroom. his second favorite sound you make.

you know the first.

[gzeidraws]

Sketch commission for @jordan-d-lxiv, featuring the birthday girls Hilda and Rin 🎉 with their respective dates Byleth and Shirou :D (thank you!!)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 259

You know, going back in time, they thought it would be easy. Stop the end of the world by preventing the Being from well, coming into being. It should be easy to take them out, one death to prevent an untold amount of them. What could a child do?

Well. 

They really should have remembered that with a child usually comes their parent as well. And erm, said parent doesn’t seem to appreciate their logic. In fact, they are… getting their ass kicked. By a civilian. A feral civilian who apparently is very protective of said child-who-ends-up-destroying-the-world. 

They might need assistance…

[mothinabottle]

Imagine. Imagine a new ritual in-game where the temple tries to convert a demon PC back to a normal human again. Like some type of shit involving a high rank temple member cumming inside PC 7 times (Because 7 is the holy number supposedly? Jajsjajsja)—Preferably Jordan

Spoiler: It doesn't fucking work. This is just an excuse to have porn with plot, ok??? I am at my wit's end cuz I haven't been able to draw Jordan in a GOOD while and I just need them???

I NEED YURI SEX, YAOI SEX, WHATEVER THE FUCK IS AVAILABLE WITH JORDAN 😭

[wild-joker-out-pleasures]

THERE’S MORE?! 💀

Saw @sparkles-oflight’s post and decided to have a look…seems like there’s an even sillier gossip post up. 🤣

I guess Nace needs some upskirts of his own. I hope my…soon to be finished Joker Out x Sailor Moon moodboard set would suffice for lurker-chan. I’m no Talented™️ artist (unlike Nace) but I sure am trying. 🤭

(Sorry for the Talent™️ jokes. You’ll understand soon enough. 🤭)

[lnfours]

can you do "i'm your's but you're not mine" (say don't go) for lando? maybe it's a slow progression of every moment that the reader has noticed that lando has slowly started falling out of love with her to the ultimate point where she just leaves him cause she can't handle it anymore. meanwhile lando makes the realization that this is actually it and she's never coming back? i've been in an angsty mood lately and i love your writing!

okay sooo you want me to cry! got it!! 🥲

cleaning out my inbox

everything with lando lately was all at once or nothing at all. a confusing whirlwind of emotions that left you feeling like the inevitable was coming, no matter how often you tried to push it away.

things were different now. you had met each other at nineteen, and here you are roughly 5 years later. people change with time, with life. the promises he had made once before now felt empty. the boy you once were certain would do anything for you, now you weren’t sure if he even felt the same way anymore.

he hadn’t really realized that his actions had left you battered and bruised, had left you feeling like a complete fool for even trying to keep things from falling apart.

he hadn’t really realized until he got home, bags left by the door. he called out to you, silence meeting him making his eyebrows pull together. he followed the hallway down to your shared bedroom, your lack of presence slowly worrying him as he checked inside the connected bathroom. your toothbrush and the things of yours that sat on your side of the vanity, gone. his heart pounded against his chest, looking at the freshly made bed and the nightstand next to your side which was lacking the book you were currently reading. lacking your favorite strawberry flavored lip balm and a phone charger.

he wandered into the closet on instinct, turning the light on and his heart dropped at the sight of only his clothes inside. your side had been wiped clean, empty hangers hanging from the rod.

he went back to the bedroom, sitting down on the bed and scrolling through his contacts until he found your name. he didn’t care that it was late, pressing his phone to his ear as the ringing echoed. tears slipped from his eyes and onto the duvet as the beginning of your voicemail played. thoughts of regret rippling through his mind as your voice echoed on the other end.

‘hey, it’s y/n! sorry i couldn’t take your call…’

[aahsoka]

obsessed with the whole thing moon in the day has going on. love that this man is both deeply in love with and desperately wants to kill this woman lmfao . going insane about this

[booksinantwerp]

Celebrating all the women in fashion and beyond that on #InternationalWomensDay Here are 8 important women that made a mark in fashion. Only a few of the many in fashion. 1. Vivienne Westwood (portrait by Kayt Jones) 2. Ann Demeulemeester (portrait by Patrick Robyn) 3. Miuccia Prada (portrait by Marc Quinn) 4. Véronique Leroy (portrait by Karl Lagerfeld) 5. Donatella Versace (portrait courtesy of Donatella Versace) 6. Sonia Rykiel (portrait by Sarah Moon) 7. Anna Sui (portrait by Joshua Jordan) 8. Martine Sitbon (portrait courtesy of Martine Sitbon) follow on Instagram for more

[wonderjinx]

guess who's back!

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 274

You know what is fun? Baby Ghost Jason. You know what could be even more fun? Ghosts are Dragons. 

Jason? Aware of none of this. 

He was on comms, y’know listening and rolling his eyes at Dickwing, who used his real name, really Dick, he mocks. It’s just a stakeout, nothing new there, honestly boring when he could be blowing something up instead. It should have just been a stakeout. 

Yet there’s something suddenly there, something behind him. Something that causes his hair to stand on end and his comms to spark into static like some sort of horror movie. Something, something with clawed hands with corpse-pale skin tipped in black, stained or dead or something else, tilting his head up and up and up as he’s frozen. 

“A child, out here? Alone?” a voice crackles, hisses, hums, and purrs, somehow all at once, unnatural in its tone. He can’t move, he needs to move, he has to move, but it’s like the space around him has gone cold and dead, like he’s stuck in the Pits once more as claws hold his head and his vision blurs. “Sleep, child. Rest- we’ll be home soon.” 

[guggi04]

Another moodboard of my beloved Monster Hearts written by my beloved @hazzybat 🦇😈