#( bats my eyelashes at u )

[krynutsreal]

sorry I'm being annoying as hell about this but

stares so so intensely vote. taka ..guys

Edit: since more people are seeing this post I feel like you should go vote for mondo in the new poll :]

bats my eyelashes at you

[fwob]

I apologize for spam reblogging your Sanji posts he makes me sick to my stomach 👍 also I was drawing him as an alpharad screenshot and I felt a need to go through the alpharad tag again

UR SO GOOD I UNDERSTAND . also based which screenshot

[diveyne]

band au starter for [ . . . ] @kalinai

the burning, incandescent glow of the limelight is never what anyone expects it to be, is it? it's blindingly scintillating at first, an exhilarating adrenaline rush to live a life unlived and tread upon unpaved roads, uniquely individualized with no other soul in sight. then, the enveloping warmth descends with its swathing heat, comfortable until it starts to burn too hot. some are built to withstand the heat and endure the pressure of pinprick needles biting into the soles of their feet, but for morgana, as much as she seems to flourish beneath the light of every star, she chases quiet and solitude. she wonders if akali does, too.

" the party's a bit much, if you ask me, " morgana begins, her voice catching a low drawl as it creeps out with rolling mist. her heels tap softly against the stone of the poolside patio, stopping just short of the water's edge. the crystalline water shimmers under the veil of stars and the waxing crescent moon's faint light pouring down. the mansion brimming with life and bells of laughter seems so distant, now. morgana keeps a tight grip to her wine glass, giving it a quick swirl before tipping it to her lips and swallows the merlot with as much grace as anyone trying to get rid of their drink could have. " sometimes i wonder why i let the boys convince me to come out to so many of these things. "

[kits-ships]

day 5 - heaven

yay! let's visit the place that traumatized us for our immortal lives! woohoo! i sure hope nothing tragic happens at the end of this episode!

taglist: @hippywife @dango-daydreams @selffulfillingshipper@wanderers-wife @sunstar-of-the-north @literaryyaoi @funkedge @dudefrommywesterns @noromoselfships

[wazzuppy]

can someone give me a little kiss. for my birthday please?

[control-alt-gay]

@ferealities

where?

[stopthatfool]

i know he snores like a fucking beast. i know it wakes everybody up. and i know he falls asleep in a matter of seconds. so you can't even fall asleep before him. you can't beat him. honk shoooo honk shooo head ass. i want him fucking dead. tucking him in bed all nice and warm as i type this.

[tex-now]

class 1-A as idols made real... but with a twist

(this idea is not mine thank @thrilling-oneway for the idea. took your tags and blacked out and made this)

[teabagboy]

Together?

Yeah, together.

[xiincun]

the general sees every shift of gepard's expression, of his shoulders and hands as he sits. he notes every hesitation and detail he could possibly need to know about the man now sat before him with a completely and utterly human response to being asked about himself - all indications that the captain isn't often the sole focus of another person. still, jing yuan has to remind himself that he is not here to interrogate gepard - nor does he intend to make the younger man uncomfortable with an unflinching gaze usually reserved for the newest 'visitor' or 'tourist' to the loufu. sitting himself opposite gepard, the lion leans an elbow against the table - resting his chin against his knuckles as he listens to the answer given to him.

not for the first time today, jing yuan is reminded of the difference between short and long life species and just how much of a chasm opens up between them. eight years is naught but a heartbeat when stood beside centuries of service to the people of the loufu. still, that fact does nothing to cause the easy smile on jing yuan's lips to fade - in fact, it only widens as gepard finishes speaking and the general finds himself more than eager to respond. "fascinating... truly. dare i say, we are much alike in that respect then, my captain! i was just a boy myself when i joined the ranks of the cloud knights. though to learn everything like you have in such a short span of time... that's something else entirely."

despite the eloquent flattery, jing yuan's tone is genuine - the shine to gilded hues softens at gepard's admission and, seemingly having decided he'd much rather have an excuse to not talk about his distant past, jing yuan is quick to divert attention back to his company. "quite the contrary. unlike my predecessors, i am far more interested in the benefits of a stalwart defence than a precise and lethal offence. a resume enriched with countless battles and near-death experiences do not aid such a goal, unfortunately."

leaning forward somewhat, jing yuan focuses his gaze on gepard's own as rounded ears atop his head twitch and tail flicks behind him before laying flat in the general's lap. "as for any insight i might possibly provide... as simple as it may sound, always trust your gut, captain. regret is a far more toxic poison when it is justified."

jing yuan reminds him vaguely of a certain charismatic conman on their planet who had a way with words, and could disarm you with a smile. though, the general's air seems more...genuine. it's hard to describe. he imagines it comes with his long life, the ability to weave a conversation easily, and comfort others without really needing to try. gepard is indeed embarrassed, but he believes the general when he says it was no trouble, and that he should stay. 

his curiosity wins over, and he indeed takes a seat when it is offered to him. but not before he disarms himself, slinging earthwork off his back to set it down beside the table with a hollow, loud whump. gepard carries it like it were paper, but it was indeed a hefty device. 

gepard has questions, wanting to know what he means by divine foresight and curious what it takes to run something as impressive as the loufu, but he curbs it for the time being. jing yuan has asked him a question, it would be disrespectful to avoid it and ask his own. even though his own merits feel small in comparison to the man before him.

"i was appointed the position when i graduated from our academy, so...eight years? i officially became captain at twenty," he replies with a small nod of his head, "my family has been serving the supreme guardian of our planet for generations. i joined the silvermane guards - our military, essentially - at sixteen, but i trained for the role since childhood. i suppose you could say i was born in to the profession," the laugh he gives is a little meek, though he hides it well. 

talking about himself too much feels odds, it comes off in body language: he fidgets in his seat, trying to get comfortable. he clears his throat, changes the subject, "i feel as though your resume is far more enriched than mine. i...feel a little starstruck, if i'm being honest. if you had any advice or insight to provide, i would be most grateful."

[oceanwithouthermoon]

me after finding out that another aroace saiki truther is actually just aphobic and pretending i didnt know all along

[possuminnit]

hi lainey up missing ur art rn :’( looking at u w big wet pathetic eyes

smilling at you wellll hi stevie here is a gift thenn ^_^<3

[defectzim]

Raymeow

[boxwinebaddie]

also i need y'all to know that my personal sungirl @asteria7fics drew ravesey style One Time and i have not been normal since

[starheirxero]

WOE, HORRORS BE UPON YE !!! Sun has the worst time ever but he's fineee he's doing great (lie)

Summary:

Sun had never doubted his lord.

When a god is as perfect as Lord Eclipse is, there is no reason to question his motives or words. To be his servant—his saint, his one true follower—is an honor like no other. Sun thought there wasn't a single thing he wouldn't do to make his lord happy.

Yet, today is Lord Eclipse's day of worship. He asks something of Sun as He places a knife in his hands, and for once, Sun hesitates.

Warnings: Religious conflict, crisis of faith, power imbalance, fear, threats of violence, coerced into murder(murder doesn't happen on-screen), angst, and hurt no comfort

Word count: 1,428

Sun had never doubted his lord. Not truly, at least.

While he doesn’t remember his childhood—or his teenage life, or his early adult life, or really anything before he met Him—Sun knows that he has adored and worshiped his lord from the very start. Their first meeting was so long ago now, several decades at least, but Sun remembers how he was graced with His presence when he needed it most.

Sun doesn't remember many details before He arrived, but he remembers crying and people and the earth shaking below him. He remembers holding onto something—or someone?—as echoed sounds of yelling and murmurs sounded around him. Someone with a blue and white color scheme was beside him one moment, then, there was nothing. A pitch black expanse that Sun could feel was unending. Finally, there was a bright light.

And then there was Him.

In all His beauty, in all His glory, in all His perfection. Glowing, good, holy. A god. He looked down at Sun like he was something more than a mortal who's body trembled at the very sight of him.

“Rest now, my Sun,” Lord Eclipse said. “The soul is willing but the body is weak. Push much further and there won't be much left of you to serve me."

So, Sun did. At least, he assumes he did, because his vision blacked out as soon as He finished speaking. When he woke, the world was peaceful under the lord's command and Sun eagerly served Him however he needed. Thus, Sun has faithfully worshiped and served his lord for many, many years. Inklings of doubt are inevitable, but he knew better than to think Lord Eclipse was anything less than perfect, so they were squandered quickly.

Sun had never once hesitated to obey.

Yet, now, he falters.

Lord Eclipse holds Sun’s hands—his unworthy, mortal hands—in one pair of His own, another pair gently placing a blade in Sun’s palms.

“I know that you know what day it is, Sun” Lord Eclipse’s centipede-like body curls around him in a way that is normally comforting and familiar, but now it feels constricting and claustrophobic. "So, please, indulge me on my day of worship, won't you?"

"Are... you sure this is what you want to ask of me, sir?" Sun meets his lord's one brilliant white pupil and lets out a nervous laugh. "I, uhm, think this may be out of my skillset! There's other people in the kingdom that can do this better than I," He excuses, trying to pull his hands away from the dagger.

Lord Eclipse squints down at Sun, His body curling a little tighter around the bot and effectively stopping his efforts to drop the knife. Sunlight pours in from stained glass windows behind Him and crown His silhouette with a golden light, leaving Sun entirely in His shadow. "There isn't," He says simply. "Who else would be better to entrust with this than my own servant? Truly, who do you think?"

Sun pauses. He looks to the side.

He doesn't know. He really, honestly does not know who else Lord Eclipse could burden this task with. Bloodmoon is long gone, Monty is inactive, but Sun is still here. He doesn't even really know if his Lord talks to anyone else anymore, so really, he is the only reasonable choice here.

But he doesn't want to be.

"You could always ask one of your other followers, the town is-"

"Sun." More of Lord Eclipse's hands start to grab onto the servant, forcing his head to tilt up and maintain eye contact. "What has gotten into you? Where is this behavior coming from? I expected enthusiastic agreement from my one, true saint. Why do you stall?"

Sun doesn't know.

"I just know I'm inexperienced with handling blades, my lord, and I only wish for someone to fulfill your task in the best way possible," is the lie that slips between his teeth.

"Yet, I've seen you handle blades quite well in many other situations." Lord Eclipse inches His face closer to Sun's. His eye squints, upturned in a way that suggests a smile if He had a mouth. "Nervous to take a life, are you?"

Sun hates the way his voice gets stuck in his throat. "Of course not. I'm never nervous to obey your command."

"Then take the blade and go."

"I shouldn't, my lord, I—"

"You should, Sun, just listen to me—"

"There's others out there—"

"There is no one else who can—"

"I don't want to!!"

The throne room falls silent. Sun realizes his mistake too late. Lord Eclipse leans back, but Sun knows it is not a mercy. He opens his mouth to apologize—to pray, to beg—but a hand wraps around Sun's mouth before anything more than a staticky breath can escape. He can hear the metal skittering of his lord's body behind him and he wants nothing more than to squeeze his eyes shut until it's all over, but he knows better than that.

"You don't want to?" Lord Eclipse repeats with an incredulous laugh. "Oh, poor Sunny, he doesn't want to! I'm sorry, have you forgotten who you've devoted yourself to, servant?"

Sun's hands are maneuvered by the god's many other, forcing him to grip the handle of the dagger with an aching force.

"Me," He hisses. "You are devoted to me; the god you worship is me."

"I know, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Be quiet!" Lord Eclipse shouts and Sun's mouth shuts with an audible click.

His hands are tightening all around Sun's body, clogging his vents and cutting off his power and digging into his casing and Sun feels sick he feels horrible horrible horrible—

"I am going to make a very simple choice for you, Sun," Lord Eclipse drawls. "You are going to take this," He squeezes His hands around Sun's and he barely restrains a pained yelp. "and you are going to spill the blood of the lady down at the lake."

"Her?!" Sun blurts, shaking his head with such force that it his earrings nearly hit his face. "She's done nothing wrong! She's been a devout follower for decades, she spent years making that stained glass window for you! She—"

"She's been testing my patience is what she's been doing, Sun!" Lord Eclipse shouts over Sun. "And you're doing much of the same, now, aren't you?"

Sun falls silent. Keeping eye contact is a physically painful task at this point, but he knows he isn't allowed to look away. He can only hope that the fear thrumming through his circuits isn't as obvious in his face. Lord Eclipse merely huffs.

Untangling His multitude of limbs from Sun, He turns Sun around so that he's facing the door. He holds onto the servant's shoulders as He mutters into his ear, "Go, Sun. If you fail me, I will know. If her blood is not on this knife when you return, I will make your punishment long and agonizing. That is a promise."

And just like that, Lord Eclipse releases Sun from his hold to skitter away someplace out of view. The servant stands still, rooted in place as he waits for the sound of his lord's body to finally be quite enough to deem safe.

Sun's joints let out a long hiss as he untenses his body. He looks down at his hands, both still tightly clasped around the handle of the dagger, and lets out a pathetic whimper.

He does not want to do this. He does not want to be this kind of servant.

But those are the thoughts of the dissenters, aren't they? Unwillingness to wholly devote oneself to even the most extreme tasks is a sign of false loyalty and Sun is very truthful with his loyalty. The symbols of the eclipse that he burned into the back of his hands is enough proof.

So, he will do as he's told. He will kill the lady by the lake—that kind, wonderful lady who had never once spoken lowly of Sun and used to make him meals when the castle doors were still open—and he will bring his lord the proof.

He is doing this because he chooses to.

(He is doing this because he has no real choice.)

He is doing this because he loves his god.

(He is doing this because he can't hide from Him.)

He is doing this because he is a loyal servant.

(He is doing this because he has never been more afraid.)

Notes:

sun: wow i sure do love having a completely normal and healthy amount of devotion to my lord (he says, actively wearing himself down to be more compliant so he won't risk being hurt by the one person in his life that (unfortunately) never leaves)

[herogardn]

i think all my muses deserve kisses tbh