#Happy 900!

[anemptypuddingcup]

Mari’s 900 Surprise! !CLOSED!

I wanted to do something special for y’all for bringing me this far!

I want your favorite character and kink!

Gimme your character and kink in my inbox and I’ll write you a mini submission scenario involving both the character and kink. Everyone is welcomed!

For example; Luffy & hand kink. (My favorite character and kink)

If you want something real specific, you can say the character and kink first and then write out the scenario below!

For example; Luffy & hand kink.

Reader admits to liking Luffy’s hands and Luffy teases Reader with his hands by fingering her and groping her body.

The max amount of submissions you can submit are two, whether they’re in the same ask or separate.

The event ends in September 1st! My birth month! :D

Please don’t rush to get your submissions in, I’ll get to it eventually!

I hope we all can have fun with this! And again thank you all so much for bringing me this far!

Let’s have some fun with this, throw ‘em at me y’all!

[pumpkin-patch-cat]

I want to celebrate my 900 followers, but i'm certain the last 20 have been bots 🤣😭

Happy 900 anyway!

♡♡♡

Thank you!

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

Congratulations on the well-deserved 900 followers.

"That was the most fun I’ve had in years.”

Carnival Date

Don't ask me how, but this turned into 600 words

It had taken a little convincing, and maybe a few well placed bribes, but you had managed to get Jason Todd to join you at the Gotham City fairgrounds.

You had planned it all, carnival games, pig races, greasy, fried fair food, and rides that made you want to puke all that food back up.

It was nearly perfect, even if Jason didn't seem completely excited, he still won you a prize at the shooting game. (Stunning the worker who had seemed so sure he would lose) He still indulged in milkshakes, chili dogs, and enough fried dough you nearly went into a food coma.

But for as fun as it all was, it wasn't perfect enough. You wanted him to have a good day. A day he could look back on as a fond memory. A memory with you.

And you had almost done it! Almost created the best, most wonderful day. Until it started to rain, just before you got in line for the ferris wheel.

Jason had been quick to usher you both undercover, watching as the busy crowds practically disappeared to seek shelter from the impending storm.

The dark, rolling clouds made your heart drop. It wasn't supposed to rain today. You had checked the weather, found the one day Gotham was supposed to have sun, planned incessantly, done everything you could to make the day amazing, and now it was ruined. And you had barely managed to make him smile.

Your shoulders slump, trying to hide the defeated look on your face as the sky starts to downpour. Which was sooo great, of course. You're sure Jason will love getting soaked to the bone.

Who are you kidding? You shift your weight, certain he'll never go anywhere with you again.

"This was the most fun I've had in years," Jason's easy tone cuts through your self-deprecating thoughts, and you snap your head towards him.

He can't be serious. You narrow your eyes slightly, almost offended he would lie, "It's raining."

He nods sagely, holding his hand out to catch some droplets on his fingers, "That it is."

"It doesn't look like it's going to stop," You point out.

"No, it doesn't," he agrees idly, eyes finally meeting yours.

"We're going to get wet," you try, uncertain why he seems so calm.

"We can use my jacket as cover if it bothers you," he drawls, already moving to tug his arms out of the sleeves.

"No," You say quickly, grabbing his arm to stop him. He goes still, and his lips quirk up in a half-smirk.

"Then what's the problem? We can handle some rain," he asks, catching your fingers when you move to drop your hand. He rubs your hand between his palms, and you didn't realize how cold they were until he starts sharing his warmth.

"I just– I wanted today to be nice," you mumble, a little embarrassed.

"It was, still is," he says, voice as soft as his eyes.

You fall quiet for a moment, biting back most of the arguments you want to make as he continues to warm your hands, "The fair's going to close."

"We can go to that restaurant down the street instead," he suggests, tugging your hand into his pocket. He does it so casually, you almost don't even register it, "the one you like to get takeout from?"

You stare at him, one hand in his jacket pocket, and the other on the prize he's won for you. He always seems to find a way to catch you off guard, to shut down every negative thought circulating in your head.

"Yeah. Okay," You agree, almost knocked breathless by the smile that spreads across his face.

"Good. C'mon," he tells you, and soon enough, you find yourself giggling and running from cover to cover with him.

Your clothes stick to your skin, your socks are soaked, and your hair is completely unsalvageable, but his eyes are just as bright as yours. And it's perfect.

[nikist-4-n]

Happy 900 followers 鍌惽 🌴 ‎ܢ🤟🏿 ‎ݻـــى⠀       ۘ  ✟̭̈́   

Omg we JUST hit ( not literally) 800 and now I'm at 900?!!?? Thank u guys so much omg I love everyone one of u who like, comment and reblog my posts I'm really grateful for all of u u guys make my day 🫶 I'll be making sure to be more active ( I'll try 🥲) from now on and hope I don't disappointing you!

Special thanks to :

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That's all guys see u next milestone🤭 (we're almost at 1k !!! )

[suntails]

⚔️🦈

[rockingrobin69]

Wildly

“I have this—dream,” Harry started, mouth so dry he had to stop, swallow a little helplessly. Draco’s grey eyes, expectant: “Never mind.”

“What? Come on, spit it out.”

“Nothing. It’s silly.”

A shove to his shoulder. “You’re silly. And it’s your turn, so, you have to tell me anyway.”

With a lopsided grin and his chest all fluttering, “You’ll laugh.”

“I never laugh. It’s one of the core Malfoy Values: no speaking while chewing, always pace instead of run, and under no circumstances, do not laugh.”

Harry rolled his eyes, feeling lightheaded with it. Draco’s feet tucked under his thigh, leaning against the arm of Harry’s sofa like he belongs there, like there’s no place else he could be. Happiness was a warm trickle running in his belly, this soft thing he was scared to move for fear of disturbing.

Still, breathed in, felt his chest go wide. Made himself open his mouth. “It’s—when we’re older. And we’ve been, erm, together, for a while. Your hair’s gone all white,” (“excuse you!”), “all silver, I mean, and we’re, y’know, old. And we have this garden.”

Braved a look up. Draco’s face was alight, something so tender it robbed Harry of words, of air. Taking his hand, overcome.

“A garden,” Draco said, not a whisper but something close. “That sounds lovely.”

“And we—let it grow wild. With trees and weeds and flowers. And every morning, if the weather’s nice, we go outside and have our tea there.”

Draco’s fingers squeezed his. “We could have a porch with a roof. So we’re not entirely weather-dependant.”

Not saying, there are charms to repel the rain, or, we live in Britain, for crying out loud. Serious, so seriously looking into Harry’s eyes, like he could see it too, like he wanted this.

“And—I don’t know. Maybe a bird feeder or a pond. And we sit very quietly in the mornings and wait for the animals, birds or frogs or squirrels or foxes. And we’re old, and, happy? That’s… it’s silly.”

“You’re silly,” Draco said again, shaking his head with his eyebrows arched and fond. “The silliest creature of all. Harry, this isn’t a dream. We’ll have all this.”

“How—” swallowing, swallowing, “how can you say that. We’ve only been… we’re so new at this. And life can, we know it can.”

Draco shook his head, brought Harry’s hand up for a kiss. “I know,” he said, “because I’ll do whatever it fucking takes, Potter, to give you exactly this. The garden and the birds and the foxes. The life you want, all of it, exactly it. Do you have any idea how rotten I’ll spoil you?”

“Stop—” shoulders up, trying to scramble away from his kisses, but the Draco-attack was relentless and dauntless and climbing all over him on the sofa, nibbling his cheek, the edge of his nose, his eyebrow, “Draco, ha, fuck, stop!”

“Never,” with a tone so certain and so deep Harry believed it immediately, started laughing, wiping his face. “Harry, I will never stop. Get that in your gorgeous little head right now: I will never, ever stop, and I’ll make sure that you’re happy, that you’re so happy, that you’re well and bloody delirious till the end of time, do you hear me?”

“Okay!” yelling, helpless, “okay, okay, I hear you. Now get off, you menace, you’re crushing me and it’s far too hot and.” Taking Draco’s face in his hands, steadying it through the blurriness. “You ridiculous creature,” with so much affection it was battering his insides, it was painful.

“I’m the ridiculous one,” Draco huffed. “You’re sitting here thinking I’ll let you go without a single dream you can name. Harry…”

“Okay,” laughing, still helpless. “I got it. You’ll take care of me.”

“Now he bloody gets it.”

His thumb traced Draco’s jawline, rested against his pink bottom lip. “You’ll give me my garden,” he said carefully.

“With the birdfeeder and the pond.”

“And the tea, and the porch.” And forever, Harry didn’t say.

And forever, Draco smiled. “All of it.”

“Fine. You… fine. I guess I’ll just have to take it and be happy.”

“Now, that sounds like a plan,” Draco smirked, leaning into his palm. “Can we kiss already, or are you still hell-bent on being a sap?”

“I’m the—you perfect, ridiculous creature,” crushing their faces together and shaking with it. “If I recall correctly, now it’s your turn, and I won’t let you try and skip it with slyness and trickery.”

“Trickery,” Draco’s eyes rolled, so close it was only the one grey blob.

Harry couldn’t breathe. “Shut up. Shut up and tell me. You think you’re the only one who… if you’ll make me happy I’ll make you bloody—ecstatic.”

“Always a competition with that man,” but he sighed, a soft thing, and leaned his forehead against Harry’s. “You want to know? You really want to know?”

“Yes.”

“Well.” Blinked, the movement a gentle tap on Harry’s cheeks. “I have this dream. When we’re older. And we have a garden, and we drink a lot of tea, and you’re so, so, so happy.”

“Come—here,” weakly, “with your fucking, ugh, just kiss me, please,” and Draco did, fire-wild, roasting hot and just as bright.

Harry didn’t know how to tell him he was, already. Happy. So he kissed him, and kissed him, and hoped it was enough.

(Flufftober day 7. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

CONGRATS ON HUNDRED DOVE!! you sent me a risqué ask for 100 so now i do it back to ye-

"caught in the rain" with leona :D or ruggie, if someone got to him first! ehehehehehehhehehehe you can see stuff 😳👀 for free ✨✨✨

btw your ask is sending me so hard but i'm already typing out so much for leona so your ask is gonna be the last one for the event lol

Caught in the Rain; Leona Kingscholar

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, reader needs to get bonked with a stick (/j)

Content Warning; Swearing

Word Count; 700+

AN; Don't expose my ass on my own blog, Soru /j. (just trying to feed your own simping along with the simps) But I hope you enjoy what I wrote for Leona and this prompt! As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The sky lay heavy with dark clouds, the smell of rain thick in the air, yet not a single drop had yet to strike the ground. The air was dense with humidity, warm from the harsh sun’s rays from earlier in the day. But yet, you found yourself outside, trying to find Leona.

He had invited you to spend your summer break as his guest in the palace. Well, less so 'invited', more so demanded.

“Do you have anywhere else to be, herbivore? I thought as much. Come on, you’re staying with me.”

You still don’t really know why, but you weren’t going to throw away the chance of staying someplace beyond nice for the summer… plus Leona wasn’t so bad once you got to know him. Yes, he puts on an act of not caring, and being abrasive, but you knew that he cared, that he worried. Also, the two of you had been having this back-and-forth banter for months; blurring the lines of just friends bickering and something... more. But neither of you had made a move. It just hung in the air between you, nearly as suffocating as the humidity now; potent with the possibility of a massive storm.

Back to the present though. You were on the outskirts of the palace, looking for wherever Leona had decided to take a nap for this afternoon.

“Leona,” you called, but all you heard in return was the low rumble of thunder in the distance. Where is that overgrown house cat? I swear if I get caught in a downpour because of him… “LEONA!”

The first drops of rain began to fall, gentle and sparse. But you knew full well that in a few minutes' time they would be falling hard and fast.

“LEONA KINGSCHOLAR?!” You shouted at the top of your lungs.

You heard an annoyed huff of air off to your left, and looking up you saw none other than Leona lounging in the low-hanging branches of a tree.

“Ya don’t need to yell, ya know,” he sighed, landing softly on the ground. He looked up to the sky and frowned before setting a slow pace back to the palace. “Are you coming or what, herbivore?”

You followed after him, catching up so the both of you were going at a comfortable pace. Thunder was still rumbling, and the rain was slowly picking up, but there was no rush. Well, there wasn’t any rush until there was a flash of lightning and it seemed like the entire sky’s worth of water came down all at once on the both of you.

“Shit,” Leona hissed and guided the both of you to the relative cover of a tree to wait out the worst of the monsoon. “Just our luc-” He stopped talking when he looked at you though.

You were spitting out some stray rainwater that had managed to get into your mouth. But once the intruding water was gone you looked over to him but you felt your eyes lock on his torso; the white shirt that he was wearing was now completely see-through and you could see everything. Stop staring! Damn though- STOP STARING! But your eyes refused to move.

Leona noticed this, and he also took in your drenched appearance but was more subtle with it. “Tch,” he tapped you on the nose, breaking you of your staring stupor. “My eyes are up here,” his voice was teasing though, light.

You snapped out of it, catching his mirthful eyes. “You’re beautiful,” you whisper. You felt your face grow warm at the slip of your tongue, but it was true. Even before you openly ogled at him, you always thought that, but never said it to his face.

Leona chuffed, but he didn’t say anything; neither denying or accepting your statement. “You aren’t half bad yourself,” he said softly.

The two of you sat underneath the tree, still in your soaked clothes, watching the rain fall together in a comfortable quiet. And while the first golden rays of sunlight may have been stunning, the both of you thought it was nothing when compared to the captor of your hearts; each other.

After all, you still had the rest of the summer to build on this new development.

[scionshtola]

wip almost wednesday

i've been working on something this week and was just happy i managed to do that so thought i would share :> slight enw spoilers

tagging @coldshrugs @lavampira @hythlodaes @galadae @ghostwise

@impossible-rat-babies @lilas @birues and anyone else who wants to share! no pressure 💗 but i'd love to see anything you're working on!

‘Twas simple, after that, to fall into the haze of domestic bliss that overcame the two of them for the next few days. Corisande showed her around the island, her hand in theirs as they toured together. They dipped their feet in lily-filled ponds, jumped across the cold streams that carved the land on their way to the sea, stood atop cliffs with beautiful views that Corisande painted for her with words. Corisande pointed out all her favorite spots for foraging, marks on trees that marked her way back to the cabin, and where the island’s animals often liked to gather. They kissed beneath the loud rush of waterfalls, in the mouth of caves home to glowing crystal formations sprouting from the ground, under leafy palm trees, their backs pressed to the rough bark. They spent much of their time on the beach. Corisande packed lunch and they sprawled across a blanket on the shifting sand. They ate, read, lay together under the sun, the breeze lifting off the sea enough to keep the heat at bay. Sometimes they walked, hand in hand, the tide washing over their footsteps; other times, Corisande swam while Y’shtola read, waiting for the moment they returned and pressed their cool body to hers, both of them laughing when Y’shtola tossed her book to the side. They talked, as well, of course, about the usual things. Books they had read recently, recipes Corisande wanted to cook for Y’shtola to try, the progress on Y’shtola’s book and what the other Scions were doing with their newfound free time. There were topics they did not discuss, things that made Corisande pause, disquiet, before kissing the back of Y’shtola’s hand and leading her somewhere new. When the conversation brushed against them, Y’shtola did not pry. She let herself be pulled into their lap, pressed into the blanket, the sand warm beneath her, their lips and hands temporarily eliding her concerns. Corisande would come to her when she was ready.

[bookshelfdreams]

Hold Fast by hoc_voluerunt / @cuddlytogas

Stede Bonnet is free at last, and on his way back to his love. As "Captain Thomas Edwards", he'll learn a lot about sailing and emotional availability, and perhaps even make a name for himself as the man either brave or foolish enough to hunt the legendary Blackbeard. But rumour has it that Blackbeard may be the opposite of welcoming, if and when he ever catches up... Obligatory overly-long post-season 1 reunion fix-it fic, feat. slow burn reconciliation, more historical accuracy than you wanted, and plenty of piratical action.

[liss-art]

"Love is" marathon

Happy Valentine!

2 years ago I drew DBH fancomic.

[spadeyhearty]

Scarland's Tallest Spire

Drabble for Day 7 of the @scarian-smooch-fest! Last one :<

(Also on AO3!)

“This view is breathtaking, Scar.” The stars twinkle over the rooftops of Scarland, awash in the soft glow of streetlamps and moonlight.

“Yeah.” Grian turns to find Scar gazing at him. “It is.” He strides forward and holds Grian’s hands in his. “You’re the one I wanted to share this with the most.”

Here Scar is, showing him the most dazzling vista in all the world, put together with his own two hands, and yet he’s looking at Grian as if he’d hung the moon and stars.

“I love you,” Scar whispers.

Grian kisses him soundly. “I love you, too.”

[recitedemise]

OOC, but tomorrow's my 'broke up with my abuser' one year anniversary! Or I guess escaped, really. Whooping! Hollering! Clapping! I started writing Gale shortly after that horrible trial of a break up (which took literally 3 days before they essentially finally let me go. read: FINALLY let me go, because I genuinely needed permission to break up), and Gale coming out of a toxic relationship himself made me really sympathize with him. :' ) Anyway, it's been a whole year, and I feel...so, SO much happier. I still have deep anger that crops up very often knowing I'll never get closure for what happened to me, but you know what? I don't have to wake up nervous about getting bombarded with texts anymore or checking my phone throughout the work day to get yelled at.

To commemorate, I'm looking at just ONE example of the hell I put behind me. :P

Anyway, that's just a taste.

Like, lmao, where the hell did this come from.

It's funny cuz I wanted to break up countless times before this, and the problem each time which I REPEATEDLY told them about while even providing examples on HOW to fix it was how they spoke to me especially when they were angry or distressed. They eventually told everyone I used threats of breaking up as a tool to get them to behave instead of a genuine desire to break up.

It's so bewildering. Someone talks to me like THIS for over a year, and they think my wanting to break up (after a period of extreme exhaustion, depression and mental duress) was fabricated and a manipulation tactic and that I'm just emotionally abusive and playing victim...because evidently, the distress they caused me couldn't be real seeing as how they never do anything wrong ever.

Anyway.

All abusers can have a happy go rot in a pit.

Extra: when they apologized, they literally pulled the 'my therapist said it, not me' line. Rank fool is stupidly incapable and unwilling to take culpability for literally anything. Literally has never done it ever in their entire life. Abusing me then weaponizing their therapy? It's more likely than you think.

[zu-is-here]

Awww thank you guys a lot! <3 May you have all the sweets you want (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) Hopefully you had a spooky night as well heheh! o(｀ω´ )o☆

[haeivn]

omg tysm for 900 flwrs?? ILY ALL SM TYYY, i’m too lazy to post a big appreciation post BUT WILL DO AT 1K 🤍🤍 TYSMMM

[rockingrobin69]

Bright

The poor coaster, shredded to bits, left incriminating marks on his fingers. Blue ink on shabby cardboard, sticky with condensation: now, who thought this was a good idea? Coming tonight. Refusing to acknowledge the increasingly-drunker crowd of his so-called ‘friends’, who finally gave up on trying to get him to play. (Ha. Like he’d ever do anything as silly as participate in magically-binding truth or dare when Potter was in the vicinity). Not looking, still noticing him: an elbow here and a curl there, the heel of his shoe and a finger pointing at something.

Not looking. Sitting in his corner and not looking. Only barely resisting the urge to thunk his head back against the wall, the compulsion to sink into the booth until he disappeared between the cushions. Grabbed his glass for something to do with his hands, found it empty. Above, in the real world, the music had changed into something slow and soft, and Draco, ridiculously, wanted to cry.

“Scoot over, you mopey little thing,” came a shove from his right, then “there you are, you arse, we thought you’d left,” and “Millie! he’s here, c’mon.”

Draco blinked the silliness out of his eyes. Pansy, Greg and Ginny, effectively squishing him into a pitiful sardine. Crossed his arms, tried for a scathing remark, came up short.

“And then I said, if you weren’t such an insufferable bitch, none of this would have happened!”

“Then you kissed her,” Millie, rolling her eyes. “What’s up with Draco? Why’s he making that face?”

“I’m not making a—”

“He’s just brooding because Potter didn’t ask him to dance,” Pansy, shrilly in his ear. “Why don’t you ask him yourself, you berk?”

“Why are you shouting!” Draco roared back.

On the other end of the booth, Greg was sighing into his hands. “D’you guys think Longbottom will show up?”

“Shall we get another round?”

“But you are a berk, Potter’s been trying all night to—”

“Another round! Draco’s on it!” someone shoved at him again, Ginny or Pansy, he couldn’t be sure, all the way around the table until he was thrown out of the booth. “Thanks ever so much, darling!”

Draco—gave up. Huffed something a bit amused and very angry, and mostly tired, slunk his way to the bar. Truly, why did he come tonight, couldn’t remember: something to do with a threat to cut all his hair, or… no, Pansy wasn’t mean tonight. Something like—

“Oof,” a weight at his back, pinning him to the counter. “Sorry, I—shit, sorry, Draco!”

Right. Potter’s familiar smell (firewood and night sky), his warmth, too close. Draco made himself turn with what took improbable strength, to stare at Potter’s pretty face, at his pretty mouth hanging open.

“I’m so sorry. I…”

Behind him, Weasley was giggling, Hermione rolling her eyes. Draco, too familiar with being the butt of the joke, sighed.

“It’s all right. You can get off me now. It’s fine.”

But Potter didn’t move. His hands, empty, trailed either side of Draco on the bar. “You,” he swallowed.

Small between the wood and Potter: “Me.”

“No, that’s not what I… you’re here.”

“Yes. I believe you invited me.”

Potter shook his head, a strangely gentle movement. “I meant, you’re here, right now. I wanted…” Potter-brave, he smiled, leaned closer. It took everything in Draco not to cower away.

“You wanted?” this riot in his chest. Potter’s was rising and falling fast, throat working tightly on a swallow, and another. His face lit up with a smile, unbearably bright.

“Yes,” he said softly.

“I’ve been told,” Draco started, choked, “advised, in fact, to ask you to dance.”

The tilt of his eyebrow was the dearest thing. “Good advice. Reckon you should take it.”

“Do you now,” warm on a startled chuckle, mindlessly pushing closer, to tuck a curl of Potter’s hair behind an ear. Found his hand lingering, just beyond touch: gasped when Potter hummed, leaned into it.

“Ask me.”

Draco forgot how to speak forever. “Want… ah, want to dance, Potter?”

“Why, yes, I do.”

The music came back into existence when he pulled away, something cheery and not at all important. There was a blue mark on Potter’s neck from Draco’s fingers, from the ink, from the coaster. Draco couldn’t stop staring. Felt oddly pleased at this unintentional mark, doubly so when Potter turned to look at him, molten-gold and so pretty.

“Coming?” with his hand outstretched. Breathe, Draco told his useless lungs, then gave up the effort altogether. Took the hand. Yes.

In the periphery, his so-called ‘friends’. Greg was making eyes at Longbottom, Pans and Ginny were snogging again, Millie was dancing with Hermione and Weasley, and in the dimness of the bar, and the whirling in his chest, the whole world was… bright.

For my darling friend, @phoebe-delia. Happy birthday sweetheart. I love you, I love you, I love you. (You can find the rest of my flufftober pieces here).

[lottieurl]

when there's a new dc song i can listen to 900 times in one week and not get bored: