#cricket reblogs stuff

[lord567]

doodles I did today

[stwaidwen]

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[cricketwithashotgun]

Casually talks about murder. Do I really need to explain myself?

let your moots tell you which one you are!!!

[softichill]

Some of y'all on here will be like "cringe culture is stupid" and then make fun of people who talk about fanfic tropes they like

[impossible-rat-babies]

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[yuumenakaiser]

Beneath the stars

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆. Okarun (Ken Takakura) x reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆. Pure fluff

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆. Proofread and edited

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆. I would love some support and reblogs! Thank you for everyone who took the time reading my fanfic

The summer night was cool, the gentle hum of cicadas filling the air as Okarun guided you up the hill. You followed him, slightly out of breath but unwilling to complain—after all, he’d been so excited about this outing, his usual nervous energy replaced with genuine enthusiasm.

“You’re gonna love this spot,” Okarun said, glancing over his shoulder with an honest smile. “Perfect view of the stars. It’s like... prime alien-research territory. You’ll see.”

You chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Alien research, huh? I’m starting to think this is just an excuse to drag me into the middle of nowhere.”

Okarun nearly tripped over a loose rock, his cheeks flushing pink even in the dim light. “W-What? No! This is serious! Do you have any idea how many UFO sightings happen in rural areas like this? It’s statistically proven—uh, I mean—” He stopped himself, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Okay, maybe that’s part of it... but I also know how much you love talking about stars and astrology stuff. You always light up when you mention constellations, so I thought you’d like it.”

Your steps faltered for a moment, warmth blooming in your chest. “You remembered that?”

He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but the tips of his ears were red. “Yeah, well... I’m not completely clueless, you know.”

You smiled to yourself as he turned to keep walking, the soft sound of crickets filling the silence between you. When you reached the top of the hill, you stopped in your tracks, your breath catching in your throat.

The night sky stretched endlessly above you, a velvet canvas studded with countless stars. They sparkled like scattered diamonds, their light crisp and brilliant against the deep indigo. A faint band of the Milky Way arched across the heavens, its dust-like glow adding to the ethereal beauty.

The hilltop itself was peaceful, the tall grass swaying gently in the breeze, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers. Fireflies blinked sporadically, adding their soft glow to the scene. It felt like stepping into another world—quiet, serene, and untouched.

“Wow...” you whispered, unable to tear your eyes away from the sky. “It’s... perfect.”

Okarun sat down on the grass, leaning back on his hands and looking up at the stars with a contented expression. “Told you it’d be worth it,” he said softly.

You plopped down beside him, close enough that your shoulders almost brushed. The faint hum of cicadas and the rustle of grass filled the air as you both took in the view.

“Okay, I’ll admit it,” you said, turning to him with a playful grin. “This is pretty amazing. You’ve outdone yourself, Okarun.”

He ducked his head, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a shy smile. “I just…thank you for coming.”

“I should thank you for inviting me here!” You looked back up in the sky, admiring the stars.

“So, Okarun,” you began playfully, “which one of these stars do you think belongs to the aliens you’re so obsessed with?”

His eyes lit up, and he launched into an animated explanation about distant galaxies and potential life forms, gesturing at the constellations above. You watched him with a fond smile, not really following his rapid-fire speech but enjoying the passion in his voice.

“And then there’s the Drake Equation,” he continued, “which basically calculates the number of civilizations in the Milky Way galaxy that could—uh...” He trailed off, his enthusiasm faltering as he noticed your amused expression.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his head. “I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”

“Not at all,” you said softly. “It’s cute when you get all excited like that.”

He froze, his face turning bright red. “C-Cute? I—uh—”

A sudden streak of light cut across the sky, leaving a shimmering trail in its wake. You gasped, eyes wide with excitement. “A shooting star! Did you see it?”

Okarun nodded, though his gaze lingered on you instead of the sky. “Yeah... I saw it,” he murmured, his voice almost distant.

“Quick! We need to make a wish!” you exclaimed, clasping your hands together and closing your eyes, silently mouthing your wish.

When you turned back to him, your smile was radiant. “What did you wish for?”

He hesitated, his fingers fumbling slightly as they toyed with the grass beneath him. “I... didn’t make a wish,” he admitted, his voice quieter now, almost shy.

“Why not?” you asked, tilting your head in curiosity.

Okarun’s gaze dropped for a moment, his fingers clenching the hem of his shirt as though searching for something to anchor him. He took a deep, shaky breath before looking up at you again. When his eyes finally met yours, they held a vulnerability that made your chest tighten—a raw honesty that felt intimate.

“Because... I already have everything I could wish for,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re here with me... and that’s enough.”

The world seemed to fall silent, the stars above shimmering like tiny witnesses to his confession. For a moment, all you could hear was the faint hum of cicadas and the pounding of your own heartbeat.

“Okarun...” you began, but the lump in your throat made it hard to continue. You saw him falter, his confidence cracking as his usual nervousness returned in full force.

“Sorry.. I uh that.. I'm just so sorry–..” he stammered, his words tumbling out in a rush. “That was stupid, wasn’t it? I didn’t mean to make things awkward or anything, I just—”

Before he could spiral further, you leaned in and pressed a quick, featherlight kiss to his cheek. His words died instantly, replaced by a stunned silence.

When you pulled back, his face was a deep crimson, his wide eyes darting between you and the ground. He opened his mouth to say something—anything—but no sound came out. He lifted a hand to his cheek, brushing the spot where your lips had touched, as though trying to progress what just really happened.

“It wasn’t stupid,” you said softly, your voice cutting through the thick silence. “nobody ever said those words to me before so… it was perfect.”

He blinked at you, his lips parting slightly as if to protest, but the words never came. Instead, he stared at you like you’d just hung the stars in the sky yourself, his nervousness melting into something softer, something vulnerable and warm.

“I...” He trailed off, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. “I’m glad you’re here with me.”

You smiled at him, squeezing his hand gently. The stars above continued to shimmer, their light wrapping the two of you in a cocoon of quiet magic.

Without a word, you softly laid your head against his shoulder, the warmth of his presence filling you with comfort. His breath hitched for a second, and his arm instinctively wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you just a little closer. Neither of you spoke, content to sit there, watching the night sky and basking in the shared silence. In that moment, everything felt perfectly still, and you knew—this was enough.

You’d remember this moment forever.

[3rdgymbros]

━ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐀𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝.

— pairing; none ! just platonic headcanons featuring jack, kalim and leona !

— summary; you ride the carousel with them at playful land

— notes; please donate to my kofi if you like my work. and know that i am mentally smooching everyone who reblogs my stuff.

❋ How Ernesto managed to rope the four of you into sitting on the most over-the-top, kid-friendly ride in all of Playful Land, you’ll never know.

❋ But here you all are, riding that carousel.

❋ Even before the ride actually starts, Kalim’s thrilled. He scrambles onto the back of a black and white cat, and he’s laughing and waving the minute the carousel starts spinning. Kalim doesn’t care if this ride is a bit “babyish”—he’s having the time of his life. His energy is infectious, and he’s already planning another round once you all finish.

❋ Jack and Leona are . . .

❋ Not as enthused.

❋ And that's putting it mildly.

❋ Jack is as stiff as a board, his large body dwarfing the tiny plastic cricket he’s currently sitting on. He keeps muttering about how he’s too old and too tall for such a kiddy ride, and his knuckles are white as he grips onto the pole, his face awkwardly serious. He sticks out like a sore thumb, and you have to muffle your laughter.

❋ But all bets are off the moment your eyes land upon Leona.

❋ The second prince of Afterglow Savanna is stuck on the most ridiculous plastic donkey you’ve ever seen. He has a look of utter disdain, like he’s questioning every choice that led him to this moment. Leona tries to act all cool and above it all, leaning back and crossing his arms, but that just makes him look more out of place.

❋ You can barely keep yourself together. Seeing Leona’s misery is too funny, and it just gets better every time you turn to look at him. You’re coughing and choking on your laughter, and you nearly lose your balance on your own ride – a giant plastic goldfish bobbing up and down in sync with the carousel’s tinny music. One second, you’re doubled over, pointing and laughing; the next, you’re slipping, and clutching at your fish for dear life.

❋ But nothing gets by the eagle-eyed Leona, and of course he’s witnessed your almost-fall. And now it’s his turn to cackle at you, since you finally look as undignified as he feels. He’s savouring the moment, arms still crossed, look of smug superiority — all while still bouncing along on that ridiculous donkey.

❋ And it cracks you up all over again.

❋ Though this time, you make sure to hold on tight.

[kedreeva]

Alright, I'm dragging you all into doing tasks with me today.

I've gotta do a bunch of laundry and dishes and clean floors and stuff, and I hate working alone, so here's what we're gonna do!

When you reblog this and tell me your completed task, I'll add it to a tally and update periodically with a progressive total. Before I go out tomorrow, I'll grab a final count, and that's how many whole food "treat" pieces the birds will get when I get home (a mix of fishies and crickets and mealworms and blueberries and nugget treats and banana pieces etc, all stuff that is a good part of their diet). Tasks can be anything you need to do, but it would make me especially happy for folks to do things they've been putting off or are hard to find motivation to do alone, so the birds can help you back.

So! Let's get to work together today!

Do it for her!

[rabbidbunwy]

Having a downhearted convo with Ghost ﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ🫀ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Warnings contents: depression-mention of self harm-depression comfort-smoking

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes but i'm improving my english bit by bit

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

P.s: idk i just tought that maybe,MAYBE,Ghost can be the one to comfort you when your down in the dumbps ∘ ∘ ∘ ( °ヮ° ) ?

And i love pondering in the night looking at the night sky,don't you? or just the ceiling's room

and sorry for not being active much stuff happened such as stress and depression,still fighting but i hope you have a good day

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia @satorkive @ponderingmoonlight

Ghost approached you, sitting down on the grass next to you, his eyes fixated on the deep bloody lines you had carved into your wrist. he didn’t ask about them. he never did.

"can I?" he asked quietly, holding out his hand he waiting for you to give him the cigarette.

when you did so, he held it between his lips, taking a long drag he tilted his head back as he blew the smoke upwards, the smoke floating up into the dark sky before disappearing entirely. He handed the cigarette back to you, his eyes still fixated on your bloody wrists

"wanna sit here a while?" you didn’t say anything but you didn’t move either. taking that as a yes, Ghost leaned back, his own back resting against the grass as he folded his arms across his chest, staring up at the night sky

You two stood there for a while baskin in the silence accompanied by the soft trilling of the crickets that were hiding in the grass,when the silence was suddenly broke by your question "Don't you wanna die?" your voice bore a tone of melancholy and sadness

Ghost didn’t look at you, his eyes still fixated on the night sky, his voice was gentle as he spoke ‘sometimes’ he admitted,taking another dragged from your cigarette he blew the smoke upwards, watching it disappear before he continued "we all wanna die sometimes. but we have to stick around"

There was a long pause before he continued"life isn’t meant to be easy. it was never promised to be fair either. you just gotta keep going" he said softly, taking another long drag "we all go through things kid. we all have our own demons"

Then you asked "what are your demons Simon?" you asked as you hugged your legs

Ghost chuckled, but it was soft, kind even. taking another long drag from the cigarette before he spoke

"bad parents, bad past, bad choices, the ghost of my own damn name. I’ve got my fair share of demons kid" he admitted freely, tilting his head to look at you "but we all do. it’s how we learn, how we grow. if we can’t grow, learn and heal, why bother living? sure life ain’t easy, it’s far from fair but it ain’t all bad either" he said softly, a small genuine smile on his lips as he looked back at the night sky

You silent hugged from behind tucking your head on his broad shoulders

Ghost paused, he could see the way you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, tucking your head on his shoulder.

he looked at you, his eyes staring at the top of your head for a moment before he spoke "hey Y/N. you wanna know a secret?" you nodded, your chin still resting on his broad shoulder. his lips formed a small smile as he tilted his head back, looking at the night sky

"we all crave touch. we all crave someone to be there for us when we are at rock bottom. not many people understand that"

he admitted "you crave it just as much as I do" adding "you want someone to want you." he continued with a soft, understanding voice, knowing all too well why you were hugging him so closely, why you craved his touch so desperately

"you dont…want me?" you asked pulling away . Ghost’s eyes flashed with something you couldn’t identify when you spoke in such a vulnerable, quiet voice, when you so close to him. he grabbed your arm, gently pulling you back, his chest against your shoulder

"course I want you Y/N. you don’t think I wanna hold you, make the pain go away, make you feel safe?"

he admitted softly.

"trust me Y/N. I want to hold you, make you feel safe. hell, I wanna hold you every damn night just as much as you want me to"

At that you snuggled on his chest "then hold me,cuddle,hell just…don't leave me alone"

Ghost chuckled once again, the sound soft and deep as he looked down at you, his body relaxing as you leaned against his chest. he wrapped his arms around you, his hand gently rubbing your back

"as if I could ever leave you kid. I ain’t going nowhere"

[cricketwithashotgun]

Yeah she's not mentally stable enough to care-

Also I updated Ashley's design; I like the way she looks on Gacha Nebula better tbh :3

*a letter has arrived for Blade.*————————————————————————————————

I’ve seen how you keep my letters in perfect condition. I’ve seen how you read over them every few days. I’ve seen how you have a shelf dedicated solely to my notes and gifts. I’ve seen how your eyes light up whenever a new letter arrives from me. I make you happy, don’t I? I know I do. I’ve seen it countless times in the way your smile grows a bit wider whenever you read my notes, in the way you check outside the door every day to see if I’ve sent you anything, in the way you’ve started leaving the curtains in your room all the time so I can watch you. I love you, I want you, I need you. I know your schedule like the back of my hand, I know all your favorite foods and all your hobbies, I know what you like and what you don’t. I love you with every ounce of my being and then some. You love me too, right? That’s why you always look forward to my letters. Speaking of letters, I wish I didn’t have to talk to you through them. I love seeing the way your face lights up when you get them, but I wish I could talk to you in person. But I always get nervous and back out at the last moment. I really want to talk to you, though. Will you write back? I want to know your thoughts on all of this. Love, A

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So... Uh... Daily reminder that I tweaked with Blade's personality a bit 👀✨

[hugsandchaos]

Astrophilia

Definition: The rare love and obsession with stars, planets, and outer space

Word count: 2,456

@thestarofpines, @xxrozepetalxx, @tumbling-darkling, @weswestonoffical, I know you all said that you liked the crossover in the reblog tags and comments, so I figured I’d tag you in the first one! I probably won’t tag anyone in the next one, though.

(By the way, @xxrozepetalxx, I recognize you. Again, thank you so much for helping me find that dc x dp post last summer!)

It was the first clear night for the past few days. Despite the sun and moon not being there, the amount of stars shining made the sky look brighter than the ground below. The trees stretching high beyond the fire’s light appeared just dark enough to stand out against the sky. The fire, crickets, owls, and frogs filled the silence so it didn’t stay quiet for too long. It was nice. Except for one thing.

Twilight looked back down and glanced over at the newest addition to the group. Danny, apparently a nickname he goes by, was still awake. He was laying down and using his odd bag as a pillow, which couldn’t be as comfortable as he claimed. He stared quietly up at the sky with pure admiration. It could just be his imagination, but the ranch hand could swear he saw the stars reflecting in the kid’s blue eyes. He looked a lot calmer and happier now compared to these last few nights, which isn’t a surprise since he seemed to really like the way the sky looked at night. Twilight didn’t want to interrupt what looked like a peaceful moment to Danny, but the sun had set a while ago and it was getting late.

“Aren’t you going to sleep?” Twilight asked. Danny briefly glanced over at him, then back up at the sky.

“Maybe in a bit.” He said.

That was a lie. He probably wouldn’t fall asleep until Twilight woke Sky up for his shift. That’s what happened the times when the sky was clear at night. When it became cloudy, Danny suddenly started falling asleep over an hour earlier. And now that they had a nice view of the stars again, the ranch hand had a feeling “in a bit” really meant “in an hour”. The kid just dozes off staring at the sky almost every night.

Danny has mentioned before that part of the reason is because his town experiences something called “light pollution”. Apparently, his world is pretty technologically advanced, and they use electric lights to illuminate many of their roads and paths. Unfortunately, this comes with the downside of having a hard time seeing the stars unless someone travels far enough outside the town. Maybe he just wants to make the most of it.

Still, Twilight couldn’t help but ask, “You really like stars that much?”

“Not just the stars, outer space in general. I could talk about it for hours.” Danny replied, not looking back at him.

“Outer space?” Twilight questioned. He wasn’t sure if he’s heard that specific phrase before, but he was very sure he hadn’t.

Danny sat up and glanced over at him with a small shrug.“Yeah. You know, the sun, planets, the moon, stars, comets, meteors, all that stuff.” He said.

Come to think of it, there was a time when Twilight asked his parents about the ever-present mystery of the stars and moon, but they didn’t really have the answers. No one seemed to have them. Everyone just believed it was part of the goddesses’ design, to help people navigate through the night or have something to help them feel more at ease in the darkness. The way Danny said he could talk about it for hours left pretty much no room for thinking that he didn’t know what he was talking about. Maybe he could ask him a few questions. Maybe he had the answers every kid in his village asked, including him at one point.

Twilight almost shook his head. Danny needed to get to sleep. Sure, he’d give him time to stargaze, but he really didn’t want that to turn into him staying up all night. Asking about stars was out of the question.

Suddenly, a small light illuminated in the older hylian’s mind.

Glancing over at Danny again, he noticed that he’d once again returned to staring at the sky.“I don’t think I’ve heard much about it. Why don’t you tell me a little since you seem to know a thing or two?” He asked. Danny didn’t seem to respond at first, but then he promptly sat up and turned around. He had an expression that Twilight wasn’t very familiar with, but he remembered seeing it on a Goron’s face when Sky was talking to him about some history stuff about “the legend of the hero” and knew what it was. He didn’t know the word for it, but there was definitely surprise and suppressed excitement. Like he was checking if he heard him correctly.

Danny cleared his throat after a moment.“Well, the first thing that comes to mind is the life cycle of stars.” He said. The term “life cycles” was new to Twilight when he spoke to his and Rusl’s friends at the bar, but he understood it after a very brief explanation.

“I didn’t know stars had those. Continue.” Twilight said.

Danny practically jumped to his feet with newfound energy and enthusiasm. He picked up his backpack immediately rushed over to where Twilight was sitting. He avoided getting too close to the other members of the group with all the grace of a hyper toddler running for desert. The ranch hand was almost caught off guard with how big of a change that one question made. The kid was practically beaming and his grin was a lot like the face Colin made when he got a short ride on Epona’s back.

Danny fumbled with the zipper as he rushed to open it, but managed to pull out a green notebook.”Okay, I’m probably going to go on a rant because I love talking about space, so stop me if I start talking too much.” He started, keeping his voice down with the others’ sleep in mind. Twilight didn’t really understand why he said it like that, but nodded anyways. Danny flipped to a page in his notebook and leaned over to show Twilight a couple of drawings and plenty of notes. His alphabet was different from the Hylian alphabet, so he couldn’t read it.

“Also, I should clarify something. Stars live for so long that we haven’t exactly been able to look at one star and watch if from birth to death, but with the sheer amount of stars in the universe, we’ve been able to observe them in different stages and put the pieces together.” Twilight nodded in understanding. Danny pointed at the one drawing that kind of resembled a cloud of smoke or something similar.“Stars are born in big clouds of cold gas and dust called nebulae, a single one is called a nebula, and these things are massive! Their diameters range from 50 to 300 light years across!” He said.

Twilight felt a little rude for interrupting so early, but he didn’t exactly understand the last bit.“You lost me at “diameters” and “light years”. I don’t know what those are.” He said.

Danny didn’t seem upset about him saying that and flipped several pages until they turned blank. He reached into a smaller pocket in his backpack and pulled out a pencil he’s used to try to write down and learn the Hylian alphabet. He drew a circle and a line through it.”This is a diameter, it’s the distance between one side of something, typically a circular area, to the other. A light year measures the distance light travels in one year. Since light is incredibly fast, I think that helps put into perspective of how huge it is.” Danny explained.

“Hold on, what?” Twilight blurted out. It wasn’t loud, but came out quickly. Danny turned to him and nodded.

It sounded impossible to believe. Light wasn’t fast, it was instant! It was there, and then it wasn’t! You can’t measure the speed of light!... Right?

“The distance it takes light... to travel to- in a year?!” Twilight repeated, keeping his voice down to a whisper.

Danny nodded again, this time a little quicker.“Yeah! Hard to believe, huh? I almost didn’t!” He whispered. A few more seconds of silence passed.

“You’re right, those things sound huge.” Twilight said.

Danny’s expression faltered a little bit, but he kept most of his smile.“Do you want me to stop?” He asked. He didn’t sound disappointed, but Twilight could tell that a small part of him was crushed by the thought that he’d have to stop.

Not only did Twilight not want to disappoint him in a way that he’s clearly experienced before, but he was now even more curious about this.“No, keep going. I want to see how a huge cloud of dust turns into one of those.” He said, gesturing up to the sky. He could’ve sworn that Danny bounced a little before he flipped back through the pages and continued.

“Okay! So over time, the clouds contract, become denser, and slowly heat up. The clouds also break up into clumps, and as they get smaller, they begin to flatten into a disk shape. As the contracting clump continues to heat up, a protostar is formed. A protostar is like... like a baby star or something. It’s not a star yet because it’s not hot enough to start nuclear reactions. This stage is supposed last roughly 50 million years. As the collapse continues, the mass of the protostar grows, which squeezes it even more and increases the temperature. If the protostar becomes massive enough to reach 10 million degrees Celsius, then it become hot enough for nuclear reactions to start and the protostar will technically be referred to as a star!” Danny explained, quietly but very enthusiastically.

Twilight did his best to follow along and absorbed the information pretty well. It was a bit confusing how a bunch of dust squeezing and somehow heating up would turn into a star over millions of years, but it somehow made sense with Danny pointing at different sketches. So he really only had one question for him.“How hot is 10 million Celsius??” He asked.

“I was taught to use Fahrenheit, but it’s around 18,000,032 degrees. I think today was somewhere around 66 degrees. You’d evaporate like water before you get anywhere close to a star!“ Danny replied. He didn’t sound pretty scared at the last part, but rather happy to say that. It was probably the fact that he was able to share this information with him rather than him picturing someone being evaporated and finding some sick joy from it.

“Wow. The world you come from.” Twilight said. Danny almost laughed.”Hey, this is all pretty unbelievable! Especially when you’re telling me stars are massive when they look like that.” Twilight said, pointing at the sky.

“That’s because we’re really far away. The closest star is 4.24 light years away. When we look at the stars, we’re looking back in time.” Danny said. Twilight let his arm drop. He didn’t even have to say “You’ve got to be joking”, Danny got the message and covered his mouth so he didn’t laugh and wake anyone up. His efforts were cut off by a yawn. Twilight smiled. His plan was was working. He thought up of another question.

“So you said stars have a life cycle? How do they die?” He asked. He felt pleased with himself when he noticed Danny’s eyelids drooping a little bit.

“Well, it kind of depends on the star’s mass...”

Twilight listened to him go on to explain how a star’s mass plays into what happens at the end of its life and what different sized stars go through, paying attention to both his words and the way he was slowly starting to lean against him.

“—y. Hey, wake up.” A voice said. Sky groaned in discomfort and irritation as he was pulled from the comfortable, heavy blanket of sleep. He mindlessly swatted a hand at the hand patting his leg and felt himself sat up before he thought of doing it. He found himself rubbing his eyes to get rid of the gunk and opening them out of a newly picked up routine.

Two short, seated figures were in front of a shifting red, orange, and yellow light. One of them was holding their hand over his leg, and focusing on the hand helped him realize that it was Twilight who woke him up.”You awake?” He asked.

“Yes.” Sky said, sounding meaner than he meant to. Twilight smiled and turned back to face the fire.

“Good. Legend is covering the shift after yours.” Twilight said. Sky stretched his limbs and yawned. He peered up at the sky to try to see what time it was, but tonight was a new moon, so he just had to trust Twilight’s judgement. A small part of him still fussed over the fact that he wasn’t getting a 100% night’s sleep. He ignored that part and stood up. He walked over to the log to see Twilight was actually leaning against it instead of sitting on it, along with Danny. Sky sat on the opposite side of Danny so Twilight was between them and glanced at both of them with a questioning, but pretty amused look.

Danny wasn’t just leaning on the log, he was also leaning on Twilight, with his back against both of them at an angle and his head resting on the older hylian’s shoulder like a pillow. A notebook was left open in Danny’s lap. The contents of the pages were odd sketches and sentences that appeared to be in Danny’s language. His purple backpack was also left in his lap, propping the notebook up.”Did I miss something?” Sky asked. Twilight lifted his left arm above his head and used it as his own pillow against the log while his right laid in his lap.

“I asked him about stars. Apparently, he knows a couple things about them and fell asleep talking about them.” Twilight replied. Sky walked over to where Twilight left his bed loft (I’m very sure that’s a sleeping bag, correct me if I’m wrong) and picked it up.

“Stars?” He asked. He unwrapped the bed loft and placed the pillow underneath Twilight’s head to make it more comfortable, then moved to see if he could put the blanket over the both of them.

“Thank you. And yeah, stars. He mentioned he liked them a lot and could “talk about them for hours”. He only lasted an hour and half before he fell asleep.” Twilight said, suppressing a laugh.

“Guess he meant during the day. I think I’ll ask him about stars tomorrow if it’s as interesting as you make it sound.” Sky said. He managed to turn the blanket sideways and cover both Twilight and Danny. Or part of them both, anyways.”Is this good?” He asked.

Twilight nodded.”Yeah. Thanks again, Sky.” He said. Sky sat back down on the log and stretched again. The two bid each other goodnight, and soon, Sky was left alone with his thoughts and the crackling of the fire.

[kairiscorner]

Okay okay, hear me out. Miguel trying to figure out your secret identity because you're the only spider person who hasn't shared their backstory and Lyla can't find anything about you besides your spidersona, so he breaks his own rule and sneaks into your dimension in disguise, searches the city for you and is ready to go home with a failed personal mission, till (thanks to his super hearing) he hears you singing in your apartment and sees your open window with all your plants and a stray happily sunning itself while you tend to them all, and he's just mesmerized on the street cause like, woah. 🌷🌷🌷

oH MY GOD–I LOVE THIS !!! bc i recently also watched rocketman, i'm making y/n sing an elton john song favorite of mine 💖

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hold me closer, tiny dancer. – miguel o'hara x reader

as night fell in the city, cicadas and crickets hummed their songs in the bright, moonlit evening of tonight in the humble boulevard of the dimension you belonged to. you didn't live in the most well-off or best town in the city, but it was your home; your home that nobody else in HQ ever knew was even yours. you were a complete enigma to the rest of the multiverse, and you preferred to stay that way. it didn't bother you one bit that you only had your little rooftop garden to tend to and greet when you get home from a long mission. you made yourself a warm cup of tea and sat down by your little wooden table by your rooftop, your outdoor plants hung up by the macrame hangers you made for them all. you looked off at the yellow and white studded distance beyond your balcony and smiled slightly to yourself, enjoying the silence and solace of being alone, in your own home, in your own space. though little did you know... someone was searching for you, trying to figure out just who you were; it was no adoring fan of yours from this dimension, it was instead a coworker, your colleague back in earth-928: miguel o'hara.

"this is hypo and critical, mig." lyla warned miguel as he lifted up his gray jacket's hoodie up on his head as he scanned his surroundings. "would you kindly shut up and let me do my job?" he snapped at the AI assistant as she raised an eyebrow at him, shrugging. "one, i do all the scanning and difficult processing stuff for you in the nanoseconds, stand back and let me do my job. two, not my fault my servers don't have anything on them. just turn back now, miguel, it isn't worth finding out who they are—these are your principles, by the way." she reminded miguel as he sighed and covered the watch she was being projected from with his hand as he hid behind an apartment building. the surroundings were pretty clear, nobody else roamed these streets at night, except for a few night crawling critters that sung about in the night. though these creatures weren't the only singers of the night, for as miguel was about to head off in the opposite direction to begin searching for the person behind the spider person mask he had been so used to seeing—yearning to see the lovely face hidden underneath it—he had heard the opening notes of a classic melody being played on a piano. the melody sounded as though it were recorded, its sound was being carried out from a couple of speakers that didn't sound modern in the slightest.

"what is that?" miguel asked aloud to nobody in particular. "they're the opening notes to the elton john song, 'tiny dancer'. it's cute as hell." lyla said with a grin as miguel stepped out of the shadow of the big building and followed the sounds. the song reverberating from the speakers was fainter, but a new symphonic sound rang in his ears. a voice? a voice rang out in the depths of the otherwise silent, unbothered evening in this quiet, ordinary boulevard in your quiet, ordinary dimension—for the most part. as the song progressed, miguel had finally pulled himself out of the shadows and seen the lit up home you had. he took in the full view of the balcony of yours that was adorned with macrame hangers, potted plants of all different sizes and colors, and... you, there, looking off into the distance, smiling as that sonorous voice came from you.

"pretty-eyed... pirate smile... you'll marry a music man." you sang along as the song went on, taking a spray bottle from near the railing and humming the rest of the song's lyrics, spraying water on the plants' leaves all carefully and gently murmuring to the plants how big and healthy they've gotten. you smiled and continued singing the song as it got closer and closer to your favorite part of the song. "looking on... she sings the songs... the words she knows, the tune she hums..." you continued as you set the spray bottle down finally and sat down on your chair by the balcony, with miguel peering his head up ever so slightly to catch a better glimpse of you. "i know that voice..." he muttered as he almost accidentally slipped and landed in the light emitting from your home. "but, oh, how it feels so real—lying here, with no one near; only you, and you can hear me. when i say softly... slowly..." you sang in a gentle voice as you got up slowly and put one foot over the other, as if in a ballerina position and raised your arms slightly, not caring who would see... not knowing miguel was watching you perform for yourself in full view. "hold me closer, tiny dancer... count the headlights on the highway..." you sang as you twirled yourself around gracefully, with the skills of a poised ballet dancer. your gentle, elegant movements made miguel pause and open his mouth slightly ajar in amazement. "they're... wow." he whispered to himself as you put your arms down and sighed, re-entering your home and sliding the windows closed, disappearing into your home for the night. miguel had known you were a sophisticated fighter that always carried honor in their hearts and poise in their movements—but he never witnessed you perform, let alone so freely, happily and... alive.

"y'done?" lyla asked miguel, snapping him out of his trance. "a-ah, right, um... okay. we... can go home now." "something tells me you don't wanna just yet." lyla pointed out as miguel darted his eyes back up to your unit and quickly tore his gaze away with a sigh as he put in the coordinates back to HQ, opening a portal and stepping foot in it, casting one last glance back up at your humble little apartment, the apartment where the tiny dancer who has his heart performed for the very first evening when his life felt like it really started now. "...it doesn't matter what i want. i got what i came here for, let's go." he whispered as he moved his gaze away from your home and wordlessly bid your dimension a goodbye, or rather... a see-you soon.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @ophanimgold @fictarian @yuridopted0 @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok

[lordressdragoonbear]

Carol Daniels 🌟

Hello, hello!

Today I decided to make a sim I made like 7+ years ago! This was inspired by one of my recent video to remake her! She was supposed to edgy or something idk, that's what I think. I plan to make her husband next, so yeah.

This is what she looked like before...

*Crickets...* I did not do a good job by memory lol 😂

She's not wearing any CC clothes!

Anyhoo…

This Here Package contains: 1 7+ year old sim remade!

P.S, They should come with some of the CC used.

but if they don’t, here are some links of the stuff I could find.

Hair | Eyes | Eyelashes | Eyelash Slider | Skin | Sliders | No eyebrows as usually...

Anything I missed was due to the fact that I've had some of this CC since 2018 and I cannot find it, or pure laziness 😅

I don’t remember where I got all this CC, but a ton of it should be on my CC reblog account @ohcrapitsccfinds​ so head on over there for some CC!

Thanks to all the CC creators whose CC I used, ya’ll are grand and I love your work!

Links: DRIVE/SFS

Video Link: https://youtu.be/6P5Pda9MMSc

No bonus but here's a picture of Severus!

[cricketwithashotgun]

Did I stutter

This you bro? 🤨

(it said the image may contain “sensitive content” from the askbox but like it’s just a picture of a Dorito???? jeez Tumblr really is held together with strings and duct tape /ooc)

EXCUSE ME?

[softichill]

Okay fuck it I'm gonna make an art blog while I'm thinking about it

[tonberry-yoda]

Yours - Satoru Gojo

notes - OMFG IM ALIVE !! I have been both reading and watching JJK and have a full on brainrot for all of the men. Something struck me and I just felt the need to write fanfic again. I don't know how often I will be here, but I am thinking about doing more comfort fics and just stuff I wanna write. AUs, stories, just all the fun stuff. If any of you have ideas, I will take them, but no requests :) Thank you all for being so patient with me, I love you all so so so so much <3 word count - 596 summary - your life as a jujutsu sorcerer and the future with Satoru

You loved the sound of cicadas. It meant summer. It meant freedom. It meant all that work through the school year was over and you could finally have some time to yourself.

That’s what it meant when you were a kid at least.

The argument that Satoru and Suguru had was bad. There was no coming back from something like that. You didn’t want to pick sides, but you promised Satoru you would always be with him. You remembered him crying after the fight. How he regretted what he said. How he wished he could just run back, but ultimately knew that he wouldn’t.

You stopped talking to Suguru. You two weren’t ever really close to tell the truth. You just happened to know him because of Satoru.

But something was different. It was like the entire world was different. Satoru killed a man, got himself killed (and then came back to life), and was now taking care of a child. You knew you two never truly had a childhood, but how did it ever get to this?

The sound of cicadas meant nothing to you now. As you were trying to teach Megumi English with the windows closed, there wasn’t any more time for goofing off in Japan. You and Satoru were two grown sorcerers in a difficult world, and it just had to be that way. It’s not something you could argue against, it’s simply the hand that life dealt you.

You didn’t mind though. You couldn’t. You got to spend all of your time with two lovely boys in a beautiful home. You never really felt sad. Or maybe you didn’t notice it.

Megumi didn’t call you mom, but you never asked him to. You just knew he was your everything and he knew it too.

Satoru eventually called you his wife. He told you he never wanted to lose you and that he was scared. His hand was shaking while he proposed. You told him you would lever leave and that you were always going to be there for him. You two kissed in the sunset, the sound of cicadas drowning out everything.

“I have to fight Suguru Geto.” Those words that came out of Satoru’s mouth made your heart stop. You knew it would happen, but so soon? It was inevitable, but now? You tried to stop him, tried to tell him that someone else could deal with it, but you both knew that wasn’t true.

You kissed him when he came home in tears. He killed his best friend. His only friend.

“I don’t want to lose you too.” he cried in your arms.

You promised nothing would happen. That you would never leave him.

He spent the rest of the night alone, thinking. You watched the stars. It smelled sweet outside, like summer and spring colliding in the night sky. The sound of crickets comforted you.

You didn’t want to lose Satoru.

You ran upstairs and knocked on your own bedroom door. The door opened and a tear covered Satoru opened the door. You held him in your arms. You told him that you never wanted him to leave. That even though everything felt painful and tiring, you liked the life you lived. You loved your husband and your son, and nothing could take that away from you.

Tears felt warm, but Satoru’s arms were warmer. Cool breeze came in through the window to dry your face and your husband kissed your earlobes and promised that this life would stay yours.

“I love you, Satoru.”

“I love you too.”

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