#oh your love is sunlight

[onismsys]

listening to sunlight by hozier being both sunlight and love repulsed is peak aspec behavior

[laurents-secret-diary]

oh damen we're really in it now.mp4

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

eldritch horror moth

that's the thought.

gn <3

incredibly true, excellent thought

eldritch horror Foul Legacy who crawls out of the Abyss through a crack in the earth, following the beam of light that somehow reached through the endless darkness. he emerges into the sun and immediately begins to explore, curious about life above ground, but he quickly finds that his presence brings only madness to the mortals who inhabit Teyvat, much to his dismay. it corrupts their minds, twisting and deteriorating it, and the few who aren't affected, those who hold pretty glowing gemstones, all run away in fear or try to slay him instead. so Foul Legacy stays away from everyone, lurking in the shadows and watching shining lights and laughter from a distance. this world feels just like the Abyss, despite its bright sun and cool breeze- it feels lonely, crushingly so, and the eldritch monster can only whimper and curl in on himself, trying to stave off the emptiness

you stumble across Legacy by pure chance, stumbling into the clearing he's been sleeping in on your way back home. both of you shriek at the same time, the Abyssal beast letting out a terrified hiss when he sees the Vision strapped to your belt, but you hastily raise your hands to show you mean no harm. Legacy narrows his crystalline eye at you, wary and cautious as you examine him from afar- although your Vision protects you from going insane you can tell that something is off, by Teyvat standards, like the image of this mysterious creature is flickering at the edges. maybe people without Visions see something indescribable, but for you it's merely a light static. you sit on the grass and cross your legs, looking at Foul Legacy from afar, who just stares back in confusion. aren't you supposed to be running or threatening him now? but no, you simply sit and watch, even as the sun begins to set and you nod off into sleep

once he's absolutely sure you're dozing, off into a human dreamland he can never visit, Foul Legacy tentatively approaches and gives you a careful sniff, then curls up beside you, his horns just barely grazing one of your hands

[leafie-draws]

I also think it's messed up when people spraypaint their succulents like???? fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou woof WOOF WOOF BARK BARK BARK

[m3lat0nin]

you tell me you love her, i give you a grin

[unknownarmageddon]

daily hozier!!!

yeahhh hozier!!! yippee yippee

[leonardalphachurch]

i think it’s really funny that all the people in the tags of that poll saying to vote chucker are people who are still active participants in the fandom meanwhile there’s like one person saying to vote lolix who’s still active. it’s what i’ve always said felix girlies are NOT loyal you’re coming crawling back to vote on a poll well we all know where your loyalties lie.

[devotion-between-the-wheat]

Hey hey, I'll give you grass, fighting for nadia and poison,rock for julian 💕 arcana fixation goes brr brr!

excellent~ and I hope you've been having a good day💕

for nadia <3

💐Grass Type💐: Achoo! Have you ever given each other flowers? If not, what kind would you want to give them? What type would they give you?

lavender is canonically her fav, so I'd go for that is the one I give the most, but beyond that? I'd pick ones with scents she'd be most fond of, especially if she'll be working somewhere specific be it in her workshop or with paperwork. but for what she'd give me, often it would be tulips, but she'd also try to bring me odd or magical plants because I get excited about them.

⚔️Fighting Type⚔️: Do you two ever argue? Who’s the first one to apologize?

arguments aren't unheard of course, often occur when we both are already cracking under strain. she's often the one to shut things down before it gets worse. often I'll be the one to apologize first, but sometimes it also depends on who is in the wrong, or whoever cools down first.

and onto julian :3

☠️Poison Type☠️: What’s something one of you eats or drinks that the other can’t stand? How do you both react to it?

for me, it's the lobster claws honestly. I like most shellfish and seafood, but I don't really care for the sweetness of lobster. for him, it's probably squid. I do try but, apparently, my expression about it is a lot like a cat when it smells something bad, and for him its all in the eyebrows honestly.

🪨Rock Type🪨: If you had to pick a rock to give your F/O as a gift, what kind of rock would you pick? How does it remind you of them?

I'd probably pick either geode, or a volcanic one with good color. and it less a rock made me think of him, and more like hey, this one has cool facts attached to it, or want to crack this one open with me, y'know?

[fedzzzart]

“Oh, your love is sunlight”🍂

[diolanza]

verses tag drop because i forgor

[bbybluemochi]

“oh, your love is sunlight"

[lunaoritur]

" know that i would gladly be the icarus to your certainty " is such a luna quote ok siri send tweet

[movedto-mastcrmarksman]

time for the tag drop palooza that is tags for mel (hang in there bestie) for you @crisispider & @sentimentalspider (lenny's next/tomorrow)

SPIDEYHAWK -> CRISISPIDER -> I wanna be barely hanging on I wanna be dancing dreaming bawling and weeping over you all of my life

SPIDEYHAWK -> 616 -> Familiarity is knowing his every line and crack even in the dark

PETER PARKER -> CRISISPIDER -> Dork with a big heart who cares about people and always puts others first even when he doesn't have to

SPIDEYHAWK -> WASTELANDS -> Something in the orange tells me we're not done

PARKER BARTONS -> The math ain't hard to do 'cause I choose you I choose you

MAYDAY PARKER -> SENTIMENTALSPIDER -> This little lady bug has landed here to stay to make my garden pretty and keep the weeds away

SPIDEYHAWK -> STAR TREK -> The day that I met you the world had just spit me out on my way to the bottom; fall into me and I'll catch you

SPIDEYHAWK -> MASS EFFECT -> If you'll be my star I'll be your sky you can hide underneath me and come out at night

SPIDEYHAWK -> DRAGON AGE -> I had been lost to you sunlight and flew like a moth to you sunlight oh sunlight oh your love is sunlight

[notquitecanon]

Keep talking // Simon “Ghost” Riley x reader

Summary: Simon really likes your new sundress AND wants to hear about your day. These things can coexist

Tags: established relationship, pretty domestic, yapper wife x silent husband, sunshine x grumpy kinda??? Whatever tropes the kids are saying these days suggestive but not NSFT, dumbification if you really squint, husband Simon Riley, pg-13 at worst

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Simon was staring at you. Intensely. Him staring wasn’t exactly a new thing, he was a silent creature by nature. He watched, he listened. Especially to you. He loved listening to you.

You’d barely noticed his intense gaze as you flitted about the kitchen of your shared home, putting away the things you’d bought while you’d been out, all the while chittering on about your day, the people you talked to, the things you’d seen, things you’d bought, things you’d almost bought, things you didn’t buy, what you had for lunch, what you were thinking for dinner… And Simon listened like always, absorbing your presence like a plant absorbs sunlight.

Anyone else would have been cowed under the weight of his stare, but not you. Not only were you used to it, you loved having his attention. Every now and then you’d offer him a sweet smile when you looked to him or press a kiss to his cheek or jaw or wherever you could reach easiest as you’d squeeze past where he was leaning against the kitchen counter, absolutely dwarfing the appliances. His face gave away nothing, it never did so you kept talking- yapping, you’d call it jokingly.

“Anyways, that’s when I told her-“

“New dress, love?”

His interruption cut you off. You set down the purse you were unpacking and looked to him as you trailed off.

“Hm?”

Simon kicked off the counter, closing the short distance. It was then you noticed that his eyes weren’t on your face or eyes or even lips, but instead tracing the line of the strap laying on your shoulder.

“‘aven’t seen that one. Is it new?” His eyes roamed to the skirt where his fingers had caught a sliver of the bow in the back, “Soft.”

You cleared your throat as you turned around to face him, “I got it a few weeks ago, since it’s getting hotter, sun dress season and all, but it might be a little much for running around town…guess you haven’t seen it though-“

You cut yourself off again when you felt the tension in the tied back slack. The snapped your eyes to Simon, realizing he hadn’t dropped the bow’s string as you turned.

“I’d remember this one, lovie.” He was still gazing at the hem line appreciatively, where the delicate pattern you loved so much revealed your thighs.

“Well, then it’s new to you.” Your voice was quieter now that you’d realized the specific intensity in his gaze. Simon grunted in response, his large calloused hands resting at your hips. You could feel the roughness and warmth through the thin summer fabric.

“You were saying?” He reminded you with a slight smirk, knowing he’d derailed your train of thought. Cheeky bastard.

“Oh, uh,” You started again, preoccupied with the little circles he was rubbing on your hips, “I told her that, well, that-“

Simon nodded along to your barely coherent dialogue, as if he was listening to a TED talk. Heat was rising up your chest and neck as the solider kept getting closer until your chests were basically flush and your legs were interlocked, your chatting was only slightly better than babbling but you continued choking through your story. Even when he’d slowly moved you backwards so that you were the one pressed against the counter. You hadn’t realized you stopped once again until his brows raised, “that all?”

“Si-“ You all but whined, sharply gasping when he suddenly and effortlessly lifted you unto the kitchen counter, the stone counter chilling the backs of your thighs. Even sat on the tall counters, you still only came up to his broad chest, “We have your friends coming later-“

“And I cleaned up the yard just like you asked, love. Wearing this dress tonight?” Simon questioned gruffly, brushing a kiss first across the top of your head and then leaning down to dust a trail of kisses down your neck.

“What? Probably- but” you stuttered, the heat of his breath making it hard to track the different tracks of conversation.

“Good, does this come in any other colors?” His questions almost fell on deaf ears as he brushed the straps off your shoulders so he could continue his path down your chest. The hands on your hips had traveled first to your knees and were slowly hiking the hemline of your dress up. He paused when you didn’t answer, cutting those sharp eyes up to yours, squeezing your thigh to get your focus back on him and not just his hands. You hummed in confusion, “colors, love?”

“Oh, uh, a couple I think,” you nodded as the squeeze to your thigh turned to a kneading moving further up, “I wanted to try one, but it was hard to decide-“

Simon was sinking to his knees in front of you, never breaking eye contact, “Keep talking, love. I’m listening.”

Simon was a hard man to say no to, so you kept talking. Jumping from thought to thought as they became fewer and farther between, a hand in his hair to ground yourself as he’d offer questions from between your legs until you could no longer say anything but his name.

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I wrote this in 20 minutes on an airplane. It’s not proofread nor is it really in character. First time writing for COD but hopefully not the last… we shall see where the hyperfixation takes me

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Nanami liked the simple things in life. Eating good, reading books, taking walks, especially the ones at sunset on the beach with his pretty wife. So much so he had to record it. Everytime. 

 “Stay still,” Nanami demands with a chuckle, camera in his hand recording. As he watched you tiptoe your way down the shoreline of the beach, pointing out every shell or little crab you saw. "For what?” you question turning around to face him as you were a few steps ahead of him. He looks through the lens of the camera to make sure you’re in frame to continue on recording. He admires how the golden sunlight douses your skin making you look like you're glowing, the way the breeze blows your hair into your face, and your eyes. Oh how Nanami loved your eyes. Not only did he love the color, he loved how they looked at him, full of the purest love and he wondered. How could you ever love someone like him? 

“The view is gorgeous,” you look at the sunset again. “Very gorgeous…” he mutters no louder than a whisper under his breath. He wasn’t looking at the sunset. “Close the camera Ken,” you let out a soft laugh, as he continued recording, obviously focused on you now and not the sunset. He also loved your laugh. Your laugh was a melody of pure joy to his ears. The way his heart filled with warmth and happiness at the mere sound of it. He had finally understood that this is what love was. You were his love. 

��Had enough now?” He chuckles

God the things you could do and go back and say No. It wasn’t enough. Not enough time. 

“Yes,” another giggle escapes your lips. “Alright say goodbye,” Nanami insists as you begin waving bye to the camera. 

“Goodbye.”

“I shouldn’t have said goodbye…” 

Your fingers come to close the camera. Ending the bittersweet memory of what you once had. There were no more walks, nor sunsets, no more smiles and laughter. But most importantly, no more Nanami.