#hehehe thank you for this one i love it

[accultant]

👚+ puck's cowboy hat

Dress my muse up!!

"OoOoOo look at me, I'm Puck, I'm tall and I bark like a dog and I wear silly little hats,"

[carpisuns]

thank u for the huntlow hehe

(drawing box!)

[blinkees]

Pardon me if this doesn’t make sense/is too complicated, but could i have a blinkie of jane crocker with an arrow pointing to them reading, “this man is plural!”?

[stevebabey]

Hi hi hi!! Congratulations so much on your milestone! I haven’t been following for very long but you are one of my favorite Steve writers, bar none. Thanks for sharing your writing with the internet 💖

📽 If I may step behind the beaded curtain of Family Video…

Post-battle, one of the many you’ve shared with Steve, and you just want to stop thinking. Thinking hurts, especially when you think about the fact that you almost just lost each other!! Steve is being lovey and sweet and altogether way too nice while you make out so you bite his lip, ruck your hands through his hair, roll your hips a little harder. He lets you flip him underneath you, but it’s still not enough, so you’re pulling at his mouth and fisting his shirt in ur hands and avoiding eye contact bc if you cry that’s it, it’s over, he won’t fuck you like you want it. But of course he notices, and tries to soothe you, “baby baby honey. Please. Shhhh. Talk to me” with kisses on your cheeks and petting at your hair and worry creasing his brow. And godammit if he doesn’t make you talk to him like a healthy adult who processes their feelings 🙄 before eating you out while holding ur hands for comfort. And maybe he doesn’t fuck you like you want it, but definitely how you NEED it. He always knows 🥺

(I’m sorry if that’s too long I just got so excited to share this and talk with you and if it’s not your style I totally understand and congrats regardless!!!!)

anon u came to the RIGHT place for some tender loving sex i am ALL for that shit!!! also hello!!!! i’m so very pleased to have u here!! u make me blush honey, and yes indeed come behind da beaded curtain hehe - also DAMN i do not know how to shut up apparently, i sat down to write this, fixed myself a g&t and clearly went a bit insane <3 hope u love! 18+ content below the cut MDNI

maybe it’s a bit too much of a close call this time, or it’s just that you’ve been here too many times but either way your nerves are frayed tonight— and the solution lies in steve’s arms. there’s something bout the skin-to-skin that soothes one part of you entirely while setting another part aflame- you love him and you nearly lost him tonight and it sets you about with a burning desire, nearly delirious in how his lips feel against yours, how he feels pressed against you when you grind in his lap and clutch at his shirt- you’re tugging at the fabric but don’t even pause your kisses for a moment, just try to tug it up and off. it’s the first sign to steve that tonight is different, that you’re needier than usual. he murmurs his assurances of love, soft and low, “it’s alright, honey,” he mumbles between the heated kisses, “we’re both alright, we made it out,” and he gives what you want, his shirt off and then your own

but he’s being soft, all delicate and caring with you and normally you adore that- the sweet lovebites scattered along your neck that’ll be gone by morning- tonight, instead it feels like you’re treated like glass, like in your mind maybe he’s still preparing to say goodbye in some twisted final way — so you use your hands to press him down, knees straddling his waist and try your best to let the message sink in; if he fucks you rough, it’s like none of the hurt of tonight happened, like the shit you went through didn’t happen at all. hands in his hair, hips rolling down sinfully and pulling groans from his throat, you reattach your mouths and desperation pours from your lips- you don’t want to slow down, to think about what you’ve both barely escaped and agonisingly, steve can tell — his hands grasp your face and halt your kisses but the moment you pause, you won’t look at him, can’t look at him. suddenly you’re embarrassed and steve is all quiet murmurs, “hey, hey, honey, what’s this? what’s going on with my girl?” and his nose nudges against yours, encouraging u to answer and your voice is smaller than ever as you give some pititful excuse, some line that usually riles him up, “just wanna feel you, stevie, just wanna fuck you,” and you grind down on him

steve knows you better than that though and though he hisses, pleasure spiking at the grind you give, he moves his hands to stop your hips- the movement they pause, his hands climb up and cradle your face as his features give away his worry. there’s a terrible furrow in his brown, eyes pooled with concern and he pulls you close, dozens of kisses against your cheeks, your nose, your forehead as he murmurs to you, “honey, please, talk to me,” and you do exactly what you’d been trying to avoid, fat tears welling in your eyes and shit, now you’re crying but it’s like it’s exactly what steve’s expecting — his arms are ready to hold every piece of you together while you cry shakily, whispered fears and confessions of love he’s already heard before and steve listens to it all- his kisses take your tears and when you calm, fear finally taking the back burner in your mind and breathing normal, he’s ready n waiting for you. “d’you want to just sleep?” he checks, lovingly and your shaking your head no quickly; you weren’t lying before, there’s an itch under your skin that can be sated only by his touch. steve doesn’t seem surprised but rolls the both of you over, kissing you with a bit more fervour now that he knows you’re truly alright - then he’s moving down the bed, kisses against your collarbones, down your sternum and when you voice your confusion steve’s raspy voice just says, “shh, it’s alright, lemme take care of my girl, yeah? you gonna let me take care of you?” his rough hands are already teasing the inside of your thighs so you can’t help but sigh out a yes

and he does take good care of you, one hand intertwined with yours as the heat of his mouth works your cunt, drawing whines and whimpers out- you’re clutching his hair and feeling hot in your skin, squeezing his hand as steve whispers his praise to you, “that’s it, so good f’me, doing so well,” until you’re spilling over the edge and quivering beneath his touch- but steve’s not done and he can tell you aren’t from the look in your eye. he’s somehow managed to melt away an extra layer of stress that you only notice in its absence so when he kisses back up your tummy and stretches you nice on his cock, you keen and melt into him, completely unwound— steve’s just as he was in the beginning, soft and sweet, all i love you’s scattered between the moans but you can tell know this is exactly what you need. you’re chest to chest and only trying to get closer, fingernails clawing at his back- you’d crawl into his skin if you could- and steve fucks you through it perfectly and you somehow come apart at how he just knows — he knows you, knows what you need and when to give it to you and that’s a kind of love you don’t think you’ll ever get used to- it’s a flurry of rushed kisses and sweet words, steve urging you with a rasp to cum with him, pleading and whimpering into your neck until you both come undone. you fall asleep in his arms to the ghost of a kiss in your hair

[queenofbaws]

I love your writing so much!!! Can you do Josh finding out about Hannah’s crush on Mike? (He reads her diary. I just want some judgmental Josh please)

"'July 27: Well, I guess there's no use pretending anymore dot dot dot after spending all day at his house for his grad party, I think I just have to say it out loud dot dot dot I'm just dot dot dot - '"

"You don't have to read the dot dot dots you moron," Beth interrupted, shoveling another handful of Fritos into her mouth as she hunched over his shoulder, crunching those sonsofbitches riiiiiiight in his ear.

Josh soldiered on anyway, ignoring her wholesale: "'...in love with...Mike.'" They stopped then, him looking up and her looking to the side, Hannah's diary laying open (and at least momentarily) forgotten before them.

The silence lasted a hot minute there, Josh watching Beth with his eyebrows high, Beth watching Josh with hers somehow higher, and in that wacky way siblings had sometimes, they promptly spoke over one other - "She's gonna go for Mike when Matt's right there, huh," Josh asked the air as Beth similarly groaned, "Sam's right there," and once more they stopped, staring disbelievingly at one another.

"Well this is a peculiar development," Josh teased, using his finger as a bookmark as he shut Hannah's diary and focused his attention on Beth instead, "Sam, huh?"

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[mrcowboydeanwinchester]

who believes in angels? fools do. fools and pilgrims all over the world

cas and destiel // questions for the angels, paul simon

my favourite paul simon song and my favourite angel. it all fitted together a little too easily

[peachsukii]

ohhhhh sweet 🍑 rei! 🍑

does bakugou have a favorite strap of yours? one he just loooves to hop on? :3

the way my stomach cartwheeled thinking about this LOL

Absolutely, it's always the orange one. Not the pink - it's gotta be his favorite color. I bought it for him as a "look, now there's options!" gag which turned into "this is my new favorite." It's got ridges and 3 speed vibrator inside. He never wants to go back to the boring smooth pink one now. 😂

[barking]

you are without a doubt the most beautiful person i've had the pleasure of meeting and becoming friends with in a very long time. your soul is like the sun - wonderfully light, warm and so incredibly welcoming. thank you for giving me the time, and i hope you know how thoughtful and irreplaceable you truly are :)

i'm honestly speechless at this... this is one of the nicest things i have ever been told, and i'm going to save it forever. thank you so much my anonymous friend 💛

[doubletaileddoubletrouble]

A-Fox looks at the blue blur, and it speaks.

Ah, 'Hero'. What a timely meeting. I'm sure the peanut gallery will return soon enough. Id rather they not bother you.

With that, it gets up, and heads out of the small room.

"It'll be back..." He says generally to Sonic, giggling.

[originalartblog]

is it weird that sometimes i get your art stuck in my head like a song?

(x) (x) (x)

[nullsleepy]

Hey, what if the Lazarus pits had a flush, author? What if whenever someone used it a fragment of their personality passed down to it, so to prevent it from being absorbed by the next person that uses it, it needs to be flushed? What if when Ra’s took over the pool he did not care for the advice of the the ones before and just used without flushing it? What if every time he used it, it became more and more corrupted by the evil in his soul? What if that’s why the Lazarus pits are the way they are right now?

The Big Flush

Part 1 - FLUSH THE PITS, IDIOTS!

Maribat!ToiletPitsAU

“You’re telling me, not a single person ever noticed the HUGE LEVER sitting RIGHT BESIDE it?!” Marinette screamed, frustrated beyond belief.

“Well, we noticed it, but we never thought to pull it down. Would you, Ladybug, hero of Paris, pull down a lever of unknown origins?” Robin sneered, glaring at the red spotted hero.

“MAYBE! Especially if THERE WERE HUGE LETTERS SPELLING “FLUSH”!” The teenager yelled at them, pointing at the letters on the lever.

“Tt. That is why you needed help to save Paris, imbecile. No one in their right minds would do so except you.” Robin spat, scowling.

“WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?” Marinette screeched, her voice breaking.

“Exactly what I said, you irresponsible fool.” He raised his eyebrow.

“Ugh, YOU!” Marinette took a deep breath, calming herself down. “Alright, fine, you win. But still, do you know the consequences that happen when you don’t flush the huge life-reviving pit?”

“Tt. That is why you are here, buffoon.”

“Just breathe Marinette, just breathe.” She whispered under her breath.

“And what compels you to mention your civilian identity?” Damian side eyed her.

“JUST SHUT UP BIRD-BRAINS!” Marinette’s face turned a deep red with her anger.

“

“AGH! I SWEAR I’LL-” She shook her fists, upset.

“Ladybug. Would you please continue with the explanation?” Batman intervened, attempting to get them back on course.

“You’re lucky, Damian Wayne.” Marinette glanced at the boy, before turning around and smiling at her idol. “Of course Batman sir! So the pits, as you know, reattach departed souls after death, essentially reviving a person. The body will be repaired, as is essential for the reattachment. It’s a side effect, not the main point of the pits. So, to fuel this, a part of the soul, or personality as most would describe it, is taken and left in the liquids. If you use the pits immediately after a person, then the part of the soul that was left will be attached to you. This might not immediately make you go insane, but it will result in slight personality changes. But, if you continue to use the pits after someone, without flushing it, then you will lose any sanity you have. You’ll be distorted in the worst possible ways. Even if you were the only person to use it, the pits will completely change that part of the soul. It’s extremely gross and life changing to not flush the pit.”

“So in layman terms?” Jason popped out, crossing his arms and leaning in.

“In layman terms, the pit is like this giant toilet, and if you don’t flush it, it’ll become really gross.”

“Oh. Okay.” Jason stood there, slightly shocked at the metaphor, before holding in laughter. The pits were just some huge communal toilet!

“Now, please tell me NO ONE has been using this revival toilet?” Marinette stood, looking up at them all.

“Well, uh.” Jason and Damian looked away, refusing to meet her eye.

“Our enemy, the Ra’s has.” Tim interrupted, pointing out the obvious.

“fUCK! Alright dimwits, let’s go meet this “Ra’s. Preferably before he goes insane.”

“Too late-”

Notes: I’ll probably make another part (or even a third!) that’ll go more into how Ra’s corrupted it, but I hope you liked this, @when-no-wings-do-broomsticks! <3

hehehe~

[moshieee]

More random questions bc im delving deep.

Is it like, forced employment, or like can the souls just go ‘nah’ and leave

What does a powerful soul entail? Since I know I’m pretty sure lots of people would have different interpretations of it

You said it’s an inbetween, so like, a stasis,.: do the moon and sun directly control that stasis, or do they just have the ability to snatch souls and go “you’re my friend now, we’re having soft tacos later” type thing?

Ik it sounds stupid, but, is there a way to… leave? In a sense? Like since it’s between life and death, what if someone gets chosen and all, their a ‘strong soul’ and like in a coma or any other instance between life and death, but then they get help and become better (back to being fully alive again) or they die, so not being in the middle anymore, would they be able to ‘leave’ in a sense, or would they be stuck?

And final question

For now, better watch out/j /lh

You said the moon and sun have tried to interfere for souls they really like, so, theoretically… they can mess with the ‘real’ world?

Totally not asking this bc one of my main OC’s in like every version has ‘hallucinations’ of a sort, and so if they were alive and saw that stuff (I purposely didn’t swear just now since I know you don’t like it-) they’d just be there like “what the fluff is going on?”

I'll answer the questions that don't count as spoilers

1 can the souls choose not to be picked? They don't have the slightest say in the matter of that choice but might subconsciously resist while be- *gets shot*

2 powerful souls? That will be explained later...

3 sun and moons control over the in between and what is it? They control almost everything in the in-between but believe much of it to be below them... (They're gods)

If you want to know what the in-between is I believe it's in the main info page but I might have to edit it since it is a bit confusing

4 can the chosen souls be in a coma/revive? They're like ghosts they have to be crossing over, aka dying to be chosen so no comas and they weren't going to go back to life even if they weren't chosen

they can get memories of their life back but... Not in the way you might think...

5 is there a way to leave? Does abstraction in TADC count as leaving? If not then I don't think what happens here counts either... Yea definitely not

6 sun and moon interfering with the real world?

7 can people see in/out of the in-between? not usually but it is possible since there is overlap between the realms.... so make your OC have as many mental breakdowns as you like while they think they're going crazy ~

Ask more if you wish but know I will be limited in what I can answer till I finish the comics...

[the1trueanon]

Happy ArtFight 2023, everyone!! It was super fun and I'm really happy I got to take part this year!

I was super hyperfocused on moths this year lol -- I might be again next year 👀 there were so many cool moth characters and I didn't get to get to them all, I've still got a bunch bookmarked! -- so here's all my attacks from this year! In order: Olive for @harmonymarigold Turon for @turontot Carnage the Moth for @flakytartart Motti for BlueDaLoser Raziel for Soonde36 And a friendly fire of Ann and Apollo for @ariisonfire/@ari-fire-arts

This was really fun!! I loved getting to experiment with you guys characters and seeing all the cool ideas people have! I'm super excited for next year!

[hymnoire]

hug - muse a ( gaya ) embraces muse b ( minwoo )

Kaeleena's gentle touch dabs away the last traces of blood from Minwoo’s face, her voice still carrying that tender, motherly tone, even as a flicker of something dark stirs within her. She hums softly, her eyes never leaving his features, searching for any hint of the thoughts that might be swirling behind those cold, indifferent eyes of his. She saw something earlier, panic, fear... Does he remember? And .. has she managed to soothe that down? But before she can speak again, the door bursts open, the serene atmosphere turns into chaos. “Minwoo!”

Gaya’s voice slices through the air like a blade, sharp. The Black Swan is a storm, her eyes wide and wild on the scene before her. Without a second thought, Gaya rushes to Minwoo's side, her movements frantic, her hands already pulling him into a tight embrace. “What THE FUCK are you doing?” Gaya’s voice is almost a growl as she glares at Kaeleena, her arms wrapped protectively around Minwoo. Her eyes are blazing with a fury that makes Kaeleena take a step back, confusion washing over the white swan. “I’m not—” Kaeleena starts, but Gaya cuts her off, her voice even louder and filled with rage. “Stay away from him!” Gaya’s scream is raw, filled with a hatred Kaeleena has never seen her sister direct towards her before. One that slices through Kaeleena, leaving her voiceless, her hands trembling at her sides. “Don’t you dare touch him, don’t you dare harm him!” Keeps on yelling Gaya, menacing, threatening.

wordless prompts // still accepting.

Kaeleena feels as though she’s been struck. The words hang in the air, heavy and suffocating, wrapping around her chest, hurt flickers across her face, but it’s quickly replaced by a flash of anger. “I’m not harming him!” Kaeleena’s voice cracks as she yells back, her eyes stinging. “I would never—” But Gaya doesn’t listen, her focus entirely on Minwoo, her hands cupping his face. Kaeleena’s heart twists at the sight, the deep bond between Gaya and Minwoo playing out in front of her, a bond that seems to exclude her entirely. She silently watches as Gaya pulls Minwoo to his feet, her arms still wrapped around him as though she can shield him from the world, from Kaeleena herself. The pain in Kaeleena’s chest sharpens, a dull ache that spreads through her like wildfire. She wants to scream, to beg Gaya to believe her, but the words get caught in her throat. “Gaya, please,” Kaeleena’s voice is barely a whisper now, her hands reaching out but stopping short of touching. The desperation in her voice is palpable, her eyes wide and pleading. “I was only trying to help.” In return, Gaya’s eyes are usually cold but they grew even colder with the years, mistrustful. “Help? Is that what you call it? I've seen you watch him like he's your little pet project. I know what you do to the animals in the forest you crazy psychopath, what now? You're going to do the same to him HUH? Cut him open?? See what's inside yeah? You think I don't know?!” Her voice is laced with venom, each word dripping with a contempt that cuts Kaeleena to the core. “Stay away from him, Kae. Just stay the fuck away for fuck sake.” And with that, Gaya turns, pulling Achilles with her as she heads for the door. Kaeleena’s hand drops to her side as she stands, frozen. Her chest tightens, a dull ache spreading through her, but she forces herself to remain steady, her hands clenched into fists and the room feels suddenly colder, emptier, empty. “I was only trying to help,” she whispers to the empty room, the words falling flat against the silence. She can’t understand why Gaya reacted the way she did, why she saw something sinister in what was only meant as care. The hurt threatens to surface, but Kaeleena forces it down, steeling herself against the emotion that threatens to overwhelm her. The white swan stands there for a long moment, her mind racing with thoughts she can’t quite grasp, emotions she’s not sure how to handle. The nursery, once a place of quiet care, now feels like a cage, the walls pressing in on her as if to mock her failed attempt at compassion. She won't cry. Not this time.

[phantonixx]

URL song tag

tagged by @f1shart ! thanks for the tag, that was really fun to create!

P — Peace be thy Name - IRIS

H — Heart of an Artist - IRIS

A — Anathamatics - Emanuel

N — November Has Come - Gorillaz

T — Too Dangerous - IRIS

O — Omen Child - IRIS

N — Nobody - Skindred

I — I'll Find My Way - IRIS

X — XOXOXO - Black Eyed Peas

X — XX - Je$u$

tagging @getlost0p and @lesthell21

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