#<- this counts right???

[kyehwas]

okay I wanna write for dark moon here's a short fic. first time writing for my pookie so sorry if it's ooc.

@onthat611beat i think I wrote it first unless you published it while I was writing. if so then I hate you 💔

You were convinced Solon hated you. He would scowl at you whenever you two met eyes at the academy, telling you to steer away from you and his group. You haven't even been at Decelis Academy for long, only just transferring a month ago.

"I don't know why he doesn't like me much," You complained to your best friend, Shion. Unlike his friend, Solon, Shion was super nice and bubbly.

"Hm, when did you first talk to him? Maybe you accidentally made a bad first impression?" Shion suggested.

"Um..." You tried to recall your first encounter with Solon. "I think it was a day after I transferred? I was on a night stroll- bad idea, I know- and I saw him there. I think we only said a few things to each other before parting ways, he didn't seem too irritated talking to me."

Shion's eyes widened, "Y/n... was it a full moon?"

"I don't remember, I literally have goldfish memory, maybe?"

"Oh, oh no..." You were getting concerned. What does he mean by that? "I'll let you figure that out yourself. You should try talking to him. What do you think of him, y/n?"

"Well..." You had to admit, even if he was an asshole towards you, he was really pretty. "He's not the worst looking? And... he's pretty nice to you guys from what I've seen, I think?"

"You sound a little confused. Do you like him or no?" You just shrugged. "Okay, I'll leave you alone. Night, bestie." Shion left your room, leaving you, the very confused y/n, just sitting on your bed.

The next day, Solon came up to you. That was rare. "We need to talk." You blankly stared at him. The man who has purposefully been ignoring you wants to talk to you? "I'm not asking, come." His hand wrapped around your wrist as he took you to a dark secluded area. You were an avid fanfic reader, so the thought of him kidnapping you and revealing to be a mafia was definitely an option. Thankfully(?) that wasn't the case.

"What do you want, Solon?" You crossed your arms.

"You know I'm part werewolf, right?"

"WH-" His hand covered your mouth before you could finish.

"Shut up. Werewolves end up falling in love with the first person I see under the full moon. You were that person, or whatever," He scoffed, face flushed pink.

You moved his hand from your mouth so you could speak, "Seriously? Is that why you were ignoring me?"

He nodded. "Let go of my hand. It's okay if you don't like me, I could go back to ignoring you if you want."

"Solon, no. We could give this a shot. I don't mind you being a werewolf, surprisingly. You could be worse." You squeezed his hand.

Solon forcefully pulled his hand away and turned around. "Okay, I'm leaving now, but meet me outside of the academy tomorrow at noon, we're going on a date."

"Solon?" It was too late for you to call his name, he was already long gone. You smiled to yourself, you actually got a date with a hot guy. You looked up at the stars, thanking them for bringing the two of you together that fateful full moon.

[fluffyfairyzz]

drew a goober i got in an oc trade!!! ( character made by @sillywhumpcreature )

[magentasnail]

it was all too much, and now I have nothing left

[odetokeons]

♱ Nosferatu (2024) dir. Robert Eggers ♱

+ bonus

[himulrai]

school's back so my posts will either be sparse or just straight up incredibly rushed😭

part 2 is now up!

[rassblerry]

PV thinks he's part of the team....

Reference because this was insanely funny to me. GET SENT TO THE MINES, IDIOTS!!!

[dawn-till-dusk0]

i had an Idea

[rooniearts]

various little espio and silver doodles + some blazes because i love her so so so much

[lotus-pear]

bugs when you lift up a rock

[keferon]

Today is Shockblurr day haha

Request from Onicell👌

[lapdogchase]

i’ve begun saying people “obviously aren’t in a romantic relationship, they have something deeper and more intimate going on” as this seems to confuse and upset alloromantics

(ID: a banner with text over the aro flag. the text says: i don't care about blorbotags go wild but this post is about hating the hierarchial system of relationships & if you're mad about it you're probably been poisoned by ace discourse brainworms. and are also proving my point. /end ID)

[nyenyel]

[Image description: A drawing of myself. I have brown skin and straight black hair. I'm wearing a yellow headband and a yellow plaid dress. My hands are clasped together and I'm cheerfully saying: "I HATE love. Romance should be ILLEGAL. I hope all couples BREAK UP AND I'M GOING TO BLOW UP THIS BUILDING." The speech bubble is colored with the aromantic flag. End ID.]

I think romance sucks and we should all eat sand and cry 💚 /lh

[stil-lindigo]

bite of winter.

a comic about a princess who died in the snow.

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[chaoticwriting]

Dad strength

Jason: Ugghhh, I can't believe I lost to an old man. Bruce is like 50 something. How is he so strong?

Bruce: I am 40.

Jason: Potato potato. Same shit.

Dick: To be fair, he beats all of us in arm wrestling. And I think he is putting his Batman face but he doesn't even twitch while wrestling with you.

Jason: Way to rub in the salt, dickhead. Do any of you wanna go?

Damian: And humiliate myself? I have self respect Todd.

Tim: Yeah, no. I'm already running low on my energy drink. I don't think I can even lift a finger right now.

Cass: I am agile, not strong. If Jason can't beat him, I probably can't too.

Steph: How are you so strong anyway?

Bruce: Dad strength.

Jason: Bullshit.

Dick: Dad strength is real?

Damian: Is that why you keep bringing in new children, father?

*Entering the living room*

Duke: Hey, guys. Danny's here. He has some burgers with him.

Danny: Way to rat out my lunch, dude.

Duke: You have like 2 dozen burgers there. Ain't no way you are eating all of that.

Danny: You don't know that. I could totally eat all of this.

Duke: Sure you can. What are all of you doing on the coffee table? And why does Jason look like he wants to shoot Bruce.

Steph: He lost to Bruce in arm wrestling.

Tim: And Bruce says the only reason he is strong is because of Dad strength.

Duke: You're exaggerating. Bruce can't be that strong.

-2 minutes later-

Duke: I take back what I say.

Danny: Oh I want to try. I've been lifting a lot recently. Look at this. *Flex almost nonexistent muscle*

Tim: Yeah, sure dude. Looks great.

Damian: Your sarcasm is dripping, Drake. And there is no way you are beating father, Fenton.

Danny: Oh just you wait.

-1 minute later-

Jason: What The Fuck.

Dick: You're joking, Bruce. Tell me you're joking.

Jason: There is no fucking way I am weaker than this twink. He looks more malnourished than when I was a street kid.

Damian:*Frowns heavily*

Steph and Cass: *Laughing at Jason's, Bruce's and Dick's shocked face*

Tim: How are you so strong?

Danny: Dad strength.

[desertowlet]

Low pain tolerance

[shotmrmiller]

just porn. and a comparison of cocks:>

finally deciding to sleep with ghoap after dating them for a couple of months, but because they're overwhelming together— you'd like to breathe, not drown— you decide to be with them separately for now to experience their gravity one at a time without getting completely swept away.

(you don't know whether to be insulted that they're playing rock-paper-scissors on who gets to go first or flattered that they both desperately want to be first. simon wins and johnny pouts.)

with simon, you'd been outright terrified. that thing between his legs didn't spring up when you made him lose the pants, didn't bob with each step he took toward the bed, toward you; gravity pulled it downward, each step he took made it sway heavily. if he hadn't taken the time to work you open, his thick fingers curling as his tongue focused on the apex of your pussy until your slick traced a sinuous path down his wrist, coming to stickily drip from his elbow onto the sheets, it would've ached a lot more than it did.

because it did. ache, that is. there was no staving off the discomfort of the stretch, the sting only spreading its sharp tendrils further when you took him to the root, the orgasms simon had wrenched from you only a thin barrier against the full brunt of it. but fortunately, your generous lover gave you as much time as you'd needed to accommodate, to give in, to surrender, and the pain bloomed into warm, rich pleasure when his hand slithered down to your hips, the pads of his fingers brushing over your oh so tender pearl and when you'd keened out a sigh, he'd begun to fuck you in earnest and anything after that is one big blur.

simon is a big guy. massive, really, built like he belonged on the battlefield. he did not take up space; he was space, so you hadn't been surprised that he'd been as egregiously endowed as he was. painfully fitting, you reckon.

so, when it's johnny that's pressing hot, wet kisses against the smooth column of your throat, you're gulping down a sigh of sharp relief when he breathes that while he's not as blessed as simon, he'll treat you better than him, he promises.

(still sore from having lost that silly game, you notice.)

johnny's thickly built but compact— all muscle and tightly coiled energy, like a fire burning too close, so you're expecting him to be proportionate the same way simon was.

oh, how grievously wrong you were.

what he lacked in length, barely an inch or two, who cares, was insignificant compared to his sheer, staggering girth. you'd thought simon was overwhelming, but johnny was something else entirely. it hung ominously, the thin, groomed skin above it seemingly stretched taut, strained with its density. what's worse, it didn't sway with his movements; it just hung there, rigid, a deadweight.

you'd survived simon just to die at the hands— and cock— of johnny.

figures.

(time had seemingly slowed when johnny had begun to sink into you, every second stretching as painfully as your poor cunt, fire licking at your nerves, spreading through your limbs in waves, one more intense than the last. your breath is shallow and uneven as your body resists, stubborn against the intrusion and johnny hooks his arm under your leg, just at the crook of his elbow— easy does it, hen, breathe f'r me— and he cants your hips to that sweet angle that allows him to slip in, like a stone sinking into a pond. The flood of relief you feel is euphoric in contrast to the raw feel of you being stretched to your absolute limit, and while the tension isn't completely gone, the fragile respite perched right on the edge of discomfort, it is a victory.)