#sunny lemon

[vynnie-doodle]

This was so so fun to make hehehe

Timekeeper from @illusion-or-not and Sunni as the Lemon Demon "Spirit Phone" cover

[lemon-wedges]

Hal and sunny baking 🤗

[haruharuz]

[crystalprepshadowblogs]

Shadowblog 62 - Here We Go Again....

Discord: And my job here is done! Have fun for the next three days, girls! 

Sour Sweet: Discord! Don't you dare vanish before turning Twilight back to her-

Sugarcoat: And he's gone. 

Lemon Zest: So what do we do with baby Twilight? 

Sunny Flare: Why, isn't it obvious? We have to babysit her, of course. It's only for 3 days, I'm sure we can manage. 

Indigo Zap: Yeah. We survived Sour Sweet the last time she was turned into a baby. So I'm 101% sure we got this!

Sour Sweet: Great! That's the spirit! You're great at motivating people, Indigo. It's no wonder you're the team captain of every sports team during our CPA days~<3

Indigo Zap: Thanks. I'm awesome. 

Sour Sweet: With that said…you'll be taking Day 1! (shoves Baby Twilight into Indigo’s arms)

Indigo Zap: Wait, what? Why?! 

Sugarcoat: Because you aren't smart enough to keep your mouth shut. 

Lemon Zest: Good luck, my dude. You'll need it and remember not to set her on fire.

Indigo Zap: I can't believe this…my own girlfriend!!!! 

Sunny Flare: Don't be so dramatic, dearie. She was just rooting for you. 

Sour Sweet: So are we~<3

Sour Sweet: (Sourly) But if you mention anything about last time again, you're dead, got it?! 

Indigo Zap: (nervous) Y-yes, ma’am. 

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What's up Shadowbloggers! Mod here! How are ya'll doing? I am SO back! I hope you guys enjoyed this little update (despite the fandom has long passed its golden era, but you know...I still miss it). I have a few more posts after this one that follows the shenanigans of the the Shadowbolts babysitting and I can't wait to share them with you guys!

Honestly, I never thought I'd be posting here again due to how life has been kicking me in the butt. It is what it is I suppose. Thanks to the continued support of everyone here, I found the motivation to continue posting here again (the thing I look most forward to actually) as well as working on some original projects myself!

Now, I don't want to make this part of the post too long so I'm just gonna end it by saying this: feel free to drop some questions for the Shadowbolts and I'll see to it that they answer them (tho not all of course)!

Stay awesome!

~Mod

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

I am dying-

[fruitblr]

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia | 5.2 The Gang Hits the Road | 2009

[elfqueen006]

Kiss and Make Up

Sunny Day Jack x Reader

Tw: post argument (after that one Jack audio), toxiiic, manipulation, cunninglingus lemon, dub-conny to enthusiastic

There was a knock on your door. You flinched not experiencing the sudden interruption of your solitude. You were still winding down after your argument with down after your argument with your “best friend”. Admittedly though, this was another blip in a long history of “shut-downs”. You did it with your parents, your boss, and Ian. It’s nothing special, but it doesn’t get any easier to work through.

“Shaun?” You called out tentatively. But of course, who else should answer but Sunny Day Jack? When he opens the door you check his body language - knit-brows, tense shoulders, and a grimace. He’s still upset, but not as much as before. Not angry. Still, you probably weren’t helping with bringing up the man that you both were arguing about. It was a knee-jerk reaction on your part, mixed with hopefulness and a fleeting callousness – not uncommon for your moods. But you knew better. Shaun wasn’t coming back for a while, as he was away for a meeting in L.A. with his agent, Olivia.

One might think being in either position would be a dream of sorts. But all you know is your college buddy is a big time director doing movie things, while you’re left here to stave off the remnants of your frustration in your ghost clown situationship.

You pulled your legs up to your chest as Jack closed the door behind him before approaching you. Thankfully, it didn’t close all the way. That gave you a sliver of relief. You didn’t want to be in a closed space with him right now; not after before.

He sat at the foot of the bed. You scooted up the bed further to where you sat on the pillows, subtly grabbing the edges as if they could hold you, keep you safe, free from this tension.

Finally Jack asked, “Are you okay?”

No. “I’m alright.” you replied.

“You sure? You didn’t come out of your room for a few hours.”

This is what I do when people raise their voices at me. “I just needed some time to myself…”

Jack nodded and gave an understanding smile. You resisted a frown, because for once the gesture made you upset. He didn’t deserve to be concerned when he got you like this. He didn’t deserve to be understanding as if you going through this had nothing to do with him. You smiled back though, you had to. You wanted the worst to be over even if he was acting like it was just a little hurdle. You always got over it before.

The bed creaked, snapping you out of your thoughts as you noticed Jack had gotten closer to you. Like right beside you. Tilting his head, he raises his hand and puts it just inches to your face.

“May I?” He asked. What else can you do but let him? You nodded, letting his gloved hand brush your cheek coming up to your hair before twisting your curls between his thumb and forefinger.

Softly, he spoke your name. You look at him, and the weight in your chest gets heavier when you look at those doe eyes. Big, brown, and wide, and pretty. With his eyes you think he’s saying sorry. You think, but his mouth will say something entirely different.

“You know, I care about you a lot right?” he asked.

You nodded slowly in reply.

“So I expect the same in return. And it’s not your fault, I know you do your best with… Shaun around,” his voice took on a dark tone at the mention of your roommate. “But I just feel so neglected whenever he comes around,”

“He’s coming between us.”

“I don’t mean to make you feel that way. And if I have, I’m really sorry.” you replied, “It’s just hard… balancing you both.”

“I know, Sunshine.”

And he smiled as if to congratulate you on your apology. Truthfully, you didn’t know why you did it anyway. It just felt like the right thing to say; it felt correct. It wasn’t as if he were asking for one, but it’s not like you could take it back now. It felt worse to have him angry and disappointed. And even if it made you upset now, when he smiled at you it was like you could accomplish anything.

“We can fix it, right?”

“Of course. Hey,” He took hold of your chin, “No time like the present, right?”

“...Right.”

You had a bit of an inkling where this was heading when he pressed his lips onto yours. There wasn’t going to be an I’m sorry to placate this. Soft skin moved together rhythmically in a sensual kiss. Jack slipped his tongue inside and against yours, licking your wet muscle, and you found yourself eagerly returning the gesture. When there was an opportunity to taste Jack again, you sure would take it. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Jack pulled you up upon his lap and held you by your waist. You began to feel his excitement through his pants, promptly rolling your hips against him to get friction. He pulled away, leaving a line of spit between you.

Though you whined when the kiss was broken, you let him ease you down onto the pillow behind you. Jack chuckled softly, “You have to be patient. Be patient for me. Can you do that?”

Fuck that. The primal part of you didn’t want to wait, it was just focused on chasing that high Jack provided. But as you were about to protest, a haze took over your mind, sedating you, making you pliant to whatever was coming. The ache was still there, but it didn’t burn as strongly.

“Okay,” you breathed out.

Jack ran his thumb over your cheek again before leaning down to kiss it. He kissed up your ear, nibbling on the lobe. The action made you squirm. Jack smirked at your reaction before working his way down to your neck. He suckled on the skin to ensure the hickies would be there come morning. It wouldn’t be enough though. He wanted to mark you all over.

He raised up your hoodie and shirt over your chest. He undid the bra remaining there and tossed it over the bed. A shaky sigh passed through your lips when closed his lips around your nipple. All the while, he worked your other breast with his free hand, kneading the flesh under his palm and fingers.

Jack grazed his teeth over your nipple, humming in satisfaction when you moaned. One of your legs propped on his hip for leverage as you subconsciously rocked your hips up to the air, desperate to feel something – anything. His ego was living for all of it. No matter what he did, he knew he could make you melt under his touch. 

He truthfully did feel sorrowful for what he’d said earlier. 

“Goddammit Sunshine! You are impossible! I do everything right!” he spat. You hurriedly stepped back with wide eyes but he stalked closer towards you. You had to hear this and really see how he was in turmoil over you. He cared so much for you and still does. He deserved your attention more than anyone right now. But here you were, worrying about whether or not your roommate was faring well in L.A. though he’d updated you over the course of the month too many times for him to count!

When you retreated into your room he was still fuming. But after a while he got worried and had begun to feel like he pushed you too far. It was a spur of the moment reaction after all. Maybe he should have taken the time to evaluate what he could’ve said before lashing out like that. But it was done, and no matter what the after effects had been, he would always make a point to have your best interests in mind.

He pulled his lips off of your breast with a pop and moved down to your pelvis. He took your pants off, pleasantly surprised to find you without panties. Your cheeks burned when he shot you an amused smirk.

“If I didn’t know any better… I’d say you planned for me to eventually find you like this.” Your skin trembled as he rubbed circles on your inner thigh. “It’d be poor form outside the house. Why, you never know who’s looking at your sweet body.”

Your breath hitched when he kissed your mound.

“It’s fine here though. Because it’s all for me.”

The lave of his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure through your body. Skillfully he ate you out, making you arch against his painted face. You gripped the sheets beneath to keep you leveraged while you followed the rhythm of his licks. Jack grabbed you under the thighs and pulled you close to delve his tongue into your entrance. 

Your mouth dropped in a silent Oh. How long was that thing anyway?

Jack watched you writhe from below, savoring every pleasured shift in expression. Your eyes and nose scrunched tight, the smallest hints of flushed red skin on your face, and your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. When all of this was for him, he could say with no ego, he was your greatest lover.

You reached out to grab him by his hair, but he was way ahead of you, pulling your lower body up as he stood on his knees continuing to pleasure you. Your upper half still lie on the bed, with you desperately grabbing whatever was beneath to keep you grounded.

“Oh, please!” you cried.

Jack paused in his actions but didn’t move his mouth from your labia. “Please…what?”

“Let me cum!”

You felt the twitch of his lips against your lower ones.

“On one condition… you don’t talk about Shaun the whole month he’s away…”

“...huh?”

Was he still on that? You’d long since forgotten with the way he was ruining you like this. You’d always be concerned for Shaun no matter how far he is… but thinking about it now, it seemed like such a silly thing to get in a dispute over. Shaun was a grown man. And you had to stop relying on his companionship, and focus on the one giving you the best head of your life.

“Yes. Yes, whatever you want!” you huffed.

Your high had ridden down, but Jack’s artful tongue only took a few more strokes to get you to climax. He’d have you all to himself now, with no outside influence or thoughts to get in the way.

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🎵all of this looove is... Toxic~ all these kisses and hugs is...not shit🎵 anywaaay~ hope y'all enjoyed! It's my first day back from spring break making this. not too shabby if I do say so myself!

[woe-is-tuli]

ATEEZ(에이티즈) - 'Lemon Drop': Seonghwa

[skatankata]

Redesigned some equestria girls, don't ask me why, I am being influenced by evil forces (horses)

Also I like Indigo Zap just standing there, alone, I think it's funny

[blue22sworld]

Shadowcolts of the human world

[lemon-wedges]

When your beautiful wife makes his Special Anime Beef Stroganoff™

[earthtothemorguw]

me core

[whoslaurapalmer]

struck by an idea i refuse to commit to bc I firmly believe bea and bertrand did not know lemony was alive and i do not need to deal with this revelation at 11:53 at night but you know. what would make. an amount of sense. if they DID know. if they were in contact with him while he was on the run. all that time. if the things lemony writes about the kids and bea and bertrand in the books, the memories the kids have of their parents before the fire, were things he knew because bea and bertrand told him

[crystalprepshadowblogs]

Shadowblog 66 - No more babysitting? You wish! (Day 4 of Babysitting!)

Sugarcoat: It's okay. I made extra. I knew this would happen.

Pinkie Pie: (gasp loudly then hugs Sugarcoat) Sugarcoat you're the best!!!

Indigo Zap: So, um, who’s going to stop Lil Twilight from opening portals to other dimensions and causing a rampage?

Sunny Flare: Not me,dearie. I need to…catch up…on…. some…sleep…(snores).

Indigo Zap: (sigh) I guess it’s just us, Lemon, Sugarcoat.

Lemon Zest: YEAH! WE’RE GONNA ROCK THIS BABY TO SLEEP!!!!

Sugarcoat: I’m going to regret this. 

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Phew! This update took me longer to draw than I thought! I hope ya'll enjoy this. If ya'll don't see any new updates from this blog next week, it just means I'm still working on it or dying from work. Who knows-

~Mod

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Girl dinner pt 2?

I got four muffins and two cans of monster and one holiday themed oreo set (they're just red) to go around for my dnd group- I'm gucci

[elfqueen006]

Taking Summer

Sunny Day Jack x Reader

Continued from 'Breaking Summer'.

CW: Mild 4th wall break, fictional character in "real life"

The past few days with Jack got along better than you thought they would. In fact, it seemed like he was barely there half the time as he mostly just spent it observing the world around him. And one time when you asked how different it was from his old world he replied, “A lot less flat.” You wanted to laugh at that, and maybe he expected you to, but all you could do was stifle a groan. Either way, he seemed satisfied with your response, and even flashed that classic Jack smile.

Seeing him in reality was a lot like how you would have thought he looked in the game’s descriptors of him: the sunlight catching in his hair, the presence of his form on your bed, and even the way he smelled and felt were things you could only conjure in your imagination.

He was so… 

“Perfect.” You blinked out of your stupor and looked towards your kitchen. Jack had…actually cooked for you it seems. And it was blueberry pancakes!

Wow! That’s just… yeah!

You approached him in a daze. “Wow, Jack, this is great. Thank you.”

He turned to you with a raised brow, “Pretty bold to assume I made this for you.”

Pursing your lips, you felt your ears burn, and you were just about to say a protest when he laughed, “Your face! I’m kidding. I made something for you too.”

You exhaled, the remnants of your nervous grin still present. He offered you a plate, which you took and you had both taken a seat at the kitchen table. You got a seat with the view of the TV seeing as your favorite sitcom was on. Absent-mindedly, you cut a piece of your pancake and put it in your mouth. The cake’s warm, fluffy texture paired with the blueberry’s juice made you inhale through your nose with a groan. Damn. He really could cook!

“You like?”

Several bites in you realize you had zoned out and weren't even focused on your show, let alone what Jack was saying. It took him calling you twice to get your attention. You turn to him with a mouth full of food , “Hm?”

He snorts, standing up to come around and kneel in front of you. Your eyes are wide as you let him reach over and wipe away some of the syrup and crumb at the corners of your lips. “There we are. You don’t need to force it all– hm?” his eyes locked with yours. You don’t think you have been able to see him up close like this in the beginning. You didn’t want it to feel like you were crowding him because after all he was a fully realized person now. Not a character…right?

“Is there something wrong?” Jack asked.

You finally swallowed your mouthful of pancake and shook your head. “Mm-mm, you’re just pretty.” You froze. Really you were just saying that to avoid slipping up and saying something stupid like ‘I can’t believe you’re real’ or ‘Your nose is bigger than I imagined’.

Jack’s mouth went agape momentarily before he huffed out a chuckle. “Well, I think you’re pretty too.” He said, pinching your cheek.

“U-uhm, you didn’t finish your food.” You glanced over at his still full plate. It was exactly as it was when he made it, save for the fact his butter was melted and the syrup had mostly been soaked up by the pancakes.

‘What has he been doing all this time then?’ you thought, ‘I’m halfway done with my food.’

Jack sucked in a breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, I realized I didn’t have much of an appetite. But you seemed to be enjoying yourself the entire time that I just thought I’d…”

He trailed off, noticing your eyebrows raised when it dawned on you that he was watching you eat.

Quickly, he stood up, “Whoa, hey! I meant it was just nice that you seemed to enjoy my cooking. I almost didn’t think I would… y’know, live up to the legacy.”

“I mean, it’s just food. I believe anyone can cook real well if you give them the basic necessities.”

“Right. Right. But I just sort of assumed you were expecting” he gestures with his hands, “more. And I didn’t want to disappoint.”

At this, you were silent. It seemed in some capacity Jack was still stuck on his origins. You supposed that you should have caught on to this. When you were on the computer he often exited the room on the insistence he gave you privacy and went rigid when you scrolled down to something that sounded like his voice. You didn’t make any effort to talk to him about it, but it was only because you thought it was something he wanted to work through on his own terms.

Little did you know, he was suffering in silence… or at least felt as if he wasn’t everything you hoped for.

“Hey.” You pat his shoulder, “I don’t care if you’re anything like the guy on the screen.”

He flinched at that, “That’s…me.”

“I mean, it’s you, but it’s a character. It’s no different than a guy playing himself on television.” The queer look he gave, told you you lost him. “Think of it this way… There’s a guy on TV… he’s a guest star. Public opinion and his persona he shows to the cameras fuel the writers script for him on this random show. But to everyone that knows him, that’s very different from how he acts in real life. Be it he’s cocky, sweet, or reserved… things like that.”

“And you don’t think I’m anything like in the…the screen?” Jack asked hesitantly.

You shook your head, “I want the real, authentic you. And before you say anything like, you don’t even know what that is, I just want you to know it has nothing to do with the self you present in front of others.”

He watched as you spoke with clumsy passion. You were obviously determined to make him feel better but there was still a trace of uncertainty in your words that showed you might not even have believed the things you said. Still, the fact you were taking this much consideration for him…

“Honestly,” you began, “I’m not even concerned about that. I’m more worried about the fact you made a whole plate of food and haven’t touched it yet. Because you’re very much real, and real people need to eat!”

After a bout of silence, Jack looked down, a grimace on his lips.

“What if I can’t taste it?”

“You will literally never know unless you try.” You said with finality.

Looking back over at his plate of untouched pancakes, Jack leans over the table and pulls it towards where you both are. He sits in the chair near you as he starts to cut it up. A little glance up at you says he wants to be sure you see him, he wants to be sure what your saying is true. Only when a fraction of the two-stack pancakes are cut off does the smell of sticky sugar waft under his nose, and his tongue pokes out to wet his lips.

He takes a bite and chews, swallowing before going in again. His brows are furrowed all the while as if he's unsure despite eating with renewed fervor after each bite.

“Jack?”

He pauses and looks up at you.

“How is it?”

He can't believe his own ears when he speaks, “Sh'good!”

You laugh. “I told you! What did I say?”

“Ish-ish godda be a shrick, dough, are yew shure?” 

You cackle at the fact his cheeks are round and stuffed full of pancakes. “I'm positive.”

He swallowed, “It's too good to be true!”

“No, your cooking is just that good!”

Jack cuts off a sizable piece and hovers it over his palm as it guides it towards you. “Here you try.”

“Oh no, I'm way too full.’

“Just try… let me know it's real.”

At that, you give in and take a bite off the fork. You kiss your hand and put it above your head, “Delicious.”

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I wanted to put pancake-style food play smut in this, but it felt too full. Maybe next time.

I'm lowkey impulse posting.