#hi ♥ thank you

[jinstronaut]

i still orbit you, and nothing’s changed, but if there’s no name to love, everything has changed. (cr. namuspromised, lyric translation doolsetbangtan)

happy birthday @cordiallyfuturedwight 💜💜💜

[sysig]

For Requestober

Papyrus and Sans cozily hugging each other in soft clothes😭😭😭

(well this is literally first time I did this hope didn't do anything wrong)

Day 10 - Sleepy snoozey skeletons

[just-french-me-up]

If you'd still like Dreamling kiss prompts, how about 7 or 17?

@martybaker asked : Hello, your fics are so lovely! May I humbly request ‘A kiss to shut them up’ if you’re still taking prompts? 👉👈 @anonymous asked : Thoughts on dreamling 7 or 17 (to shut them up or to distract - maybe even both at once?) for the kiss prompts?

We're shutting him up, yall! This is a Retired!Dream one, in which Dream struggles with the human body and human condition, and can't see how he can measure up to his old self in Hob's eyes. Angsty you say? Deceivingly horny I raise you! I kept this sorta M rated but... hey if there's more to come *winkwink* who knows?

The human body was a curious thing. It required constant attention, fluids, fuel, maintenance, care. And yet it was so... limiting. Morpheus could still remember how it felt, to think of a place and feel the ground shift under his feet without ever having to move. There had been no hunger then. No thirst. No itching, for his skin had never had the notion that it could be too dry.

If he had ever felt those things, it had been because he had chosen to.

Now the world imposed itself to him, there wasn't much of a choice.

Urges baffled him the most. The dryness coating his mouth on a particularly hot day, his mind conjuring up images of cold, condensation-weeping bottles. The drowsiness taking hold of him after dinner, weighing on his eyelids. The burning, devouring heat flaring in his abdomen as Hob would step out of the shower, a towel lazily tied around his hips, the line of hair trailing down his navel guiding Morpheus' gaze downwards.

It was a strange thing, to be overcome by such sensations. An infuriating thing, really. He ought to be able to resist them. He had been able to resist them, once, to ignore them, dismiss them into nothing if he so chose. How vexing it was, to be a creature of wants and needs, when your existence had been nothing but careful control.

He would not tell Hob, but he could not help but feel... lesser. How clever could his mind be, now that he only had access to his own? How good could his hands be, he who had been able to breathe life into dream clay, fashion lands and castles with a single thought? How pleasing could his touch be, now that he was barred from his lover's unconscious? How could he compare to who and what he had been, once?

They had not made love ever since his encounter with the Kindly Ones. Hob had never pushed, reading Morpheus far better than Morpheus ever could, now. There had been times, here and there, when Morpheus had thought they would, with lingering kisses growing deeper, embraces in bed tighter, but something had held him back. Some bitter gnawing feeling at the pit of his stomach. Yet another thing he could not seem to control.

Yet he wanted. Desperately, frustratingly so. The most mundane things would strike him as the most erotic sights he could fathom. Hob drinking his coffee in the morning, his Adam's apple bobbing as he'd swallow. Hob reading the day's papers, his gaze intent, focused. Hob reaching up to grab this or that from a cupboard, his shirt riding up and showing his navel, while his tired pajama bottoms hung from his hips, revealing the slight dips there, a hint of hair...

Morpheus' body would betray him often, subjecting him to fantasies and erections that, much like the rest, he held little control over. Unlike food, lust was a hunger he never seemed to satisfy. It only grew.

If Hob had ever caught him staring, he never said anything. Instead, he was highly skilled at noticing when Morpheus' mind would start spinning on itself, feeding the loop of existential dread looming over him. He had taken to giving Morpheus tasks, then, something to focus on. Although it would not quite clear the storm, it muffled it somewhat.

Perhaps he'd sensed another one of Morpheus' spirals that night, when his voice rose from the bedroom.

"Oh, bollocks! Love? Might need a hand here."

As he stepped inside the bedroom, Morpheus found Hob standing by the mirror, struggling with his button-up. He flashed a quick contrite smile at him, emphatically tugging at the fabric.

"Can't manage to button those buggers off," he explained.

"Allow me."

The human condition was one thing, but buttons he could handle. Morpheus' touch was methodical, surgical almost, as he focused on the task at hand, yet three buttons later, he could not help but feel his focus slip. He could feel Hob's warmth under his fingertips. His heartbeat. As he breathed in, Hob's scent filled his lungs, distracting him further. By the time he was done with the shirt, his mind had gone elsewhere.

Hob wore an undershirt, a thin, almost see-through thing. It required barely any effort to see his chest in spite of the fabric. Morpheus' eyes trailed down, heat flushing his cheeks. Mindlessly, his thumb traced the line of hair down Hob's abdomen, his mouth filled with want. He could feel hot breath against his lips. Humans were not meant to withstand such hunger.

They were kissing before Morpheus could articulate another thought, Hob's mouth warm and soft against his, the coarse brush of his stubble adding fuel to the fire overtaking him. No doubt Hob had meant for this to be tender, but Morpheus was famished, taking, and taking, and taking all that was offered until his lungs might explode. He found himself gasping against Hob, nose to nose, forehead to forehead.

"Hey," Hob whispered, gentle to a fault. "It's okay. There's no rush."

Morpheus swallowed hard, feverishly catching his breath. Hob's palm was invitingly cool against his cheek.

"I will keep," he continued. "We don't have to―"

"I want to," Morpheus rasped, weeks of frustration pushing the words out of him. "I want you. I just―"

"Just what?"

The patience in his voice was the lifeline Morpheus held onto as he sighed, embarrassment flooding through him.

"This form, it feels... finite. Flawed. Lacking."

Fallible, he did not say. He watched as Hob's eyes grew round, ridicule joining embarrassment.

"Duck―"

"I am not as I once was," he continued, overcome with the need to justify himself. "I am no longer suited to anticipate your every want. I can not satisfy you to the degree I once could. Everything I have to offer is bound to disappoint in comparison."

Hob's stare felt heavy, too heavy for Morpheus to hold, but as he looked away, Hob took his chin between his fingers, directing his gaze back to him.

"Love, I―. Sex is not about making some kind of... of ranking."

"Your unconscious would rank it, regardless."

"Fuck my unconscious. It's my conscious self who wants you, magic dick or not."

The corners of Hob's mouth twitched at his own joke, but seriousness soon took over.

"I love you," he said, prompting Morpheus to look away again. "I love you. I would love you Endless, I would love you human, I would love you if you were a tentacled monster and hell, you've been that before if you'd recall!"

Morpheus fought back the smile creeping up on his lips.

"I never cared how we'd fuck. Well, I did, but― I did because it was you. I wanted to be with you. I still do."

Hob sighed, and they stood in silence for a moment, looking at each other.

"At least now we know that mind of yours is well and truly yours and not a Dream of the Endless exclusive."

"An unfortunate discovery."

Hob's hand settled on Morpheus' waist, his thumb brushing the fabric of his shirt.

"I do want you," he said. "Whenever you're ready. If ever. But I don't want you holding back because you've convinced yourself I may not enjoy it well enough, according to some cosmic standard you've set for yourself."

Morpheus nodded slowly, his own thumb back to tracing the happy trail on Hob's stomach.

"I have always found you pleasing enough, after all," he dared, shooting a tentative look at Hob. "As human as you are."

Hob made a face, pulling him closer by the waist.

"Your compliments need work, duck. But I do think there's a silver lining to this whole human condition you are overlooking."

"Is that so?"

Hob smirked at him, fully conscious of how devilishly handsome that made him. He had had, after all, centuries to hone those skills. How long would it take him?

"You no longer have access to my unconscious, right?"

"I do not."

"Which means you can no longer anticipate my every want, as you said."

Now that was rubbing salt into the wound.

"Yes," he conceded with a frown.

"Well imagine how arousing it is, my love," Hob said, his eyes darker by the second, "to be able to surprise you."

A warm shiver went down Morpheus' spine, sending his pulse into a frantic race. He swallowed thickly, holding Hob's gaze.

"How arousing?"

"Very. Cock-achingly, one might say."

Morpheus glanced down, finding Hob's trousers tight, his hard cock pressing against the fabric, making his knees weak. The human body truly was weak in the most delicious way.

"I could dare you to surprise me," he teased back, his breathing loud in his ears.

"You could."

Gods, that mouth of his, Morpheus was quite certain he could be undone from that tone alone. But still.

"But should you find me displeasing, you ought to―"

The rest of his words were swallowed into a kiss, unheard and discarded, replaced by tender sighs and wanting hands, and after a while, Morpheus found he'd forgotten what they even were, his mind blissfully blank save for pleasure.

The human body was a curious thing. A highly pleasing thing, at times.

Send me a kissing prompt?

[threshasketch]

I'm Alive! 👋

I'm still dusting off the cobwebs on my art accounts after a few years of burying myself in online work to build up my indie author job. My most recent comments/donations on Ko-Fi from 3-4 years ago made me feel all warm and fuzzy. People were super kind and had no idea just HOW bad things were for me in 2020. If you were one of them, thank you so much! 🥹

A-hem, okay, on to all of the crazy links. I revamped my Ko-Fi, Patreon and Instagram (I finally got the login back again!), and I made a shiny new Threads account if anybody wants to follow me over there. Oh, and I have a YouTube channel, although it has no videos yet! I plan to stick speedpaints on there, so if watching those sounds fun, follow it and you'll get notified as soon as I upload. ♥

It feels SO GOOD to get back to making art on a more regular basis. I'm so, so happy that Tumblr still has folks active on it, because it's basically my fandom home online. 🥰

[satorugojowidow]

Me and my mutuals will always have a place named: the shibuya arc

[sensivs]

im super duper sorry to tell you guys this now but i am now archiving this blog for now, i've had no motivation to write for several months and it seems i wont have that spark any time soon, i deeply appreciate all of you guys that have supported me during my writing journey and all of the mutuals/friends i've made on this blog, i really do regret leaving you guys like this but im just so grateful you guys were able to give me such a platform for me to use to speak my mind and write my stories. i love yall!! (platonically obvi) and i truly hope everyone here has a wonderful and prosperous life.

[xngelholix]

╭ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁⠀rare acts of affection⠀☘︎⠀al haitham x gn! reader

╰─── ⠀al haitham doesn't know how his hugs and kisses make you feel so loved.

it all started with the little nudge he'd give you after a long day, hands slowly wrapping themselves around your body as he leans down to rest his head on your shoulder.

he had found you focused on the seat of your little office, eyes trailing each word that's printed on the book he had lend you to help on your research. al haitham was so used to your consistent greetings around this time of day, waiting to see you smile at him as you stood by the door to greet him. but it seems like you were so caught up with work that you didn't even noticed your lover observing you from the door.

to say that al haitham was tired was an understatement, given that he was still days away from having his resignation as the acting grand sage be effective and to continue working as the akademiya's scribe. adding the heavy load of his current position, a lot of students had their presentations scheduled this time of day for projects he had yet to approve (most likely to reject because he'd noticed the decline of excellent papers produced by the students this year and he has to do something about it).

it was suprisingly mentally and physically draining for him and al haitham never knew how his mind would suddenly work up the thought of wanting your affection. maybe he just got used to you being more expressive to compensate on his lack thereof. he wholeheartedly agrees that you two compliment each other well but this new profound feeling inside his chest had him recalling what other reasons may have caused his heart to stir for any source of warmth, especially if it's coming from you.

"haitham?" you looked up to see your boyfriend standing still at the door, his eyes seems to waver for a split second before he focuses back on you.

"it seems like you've been busy," he trails off as he takes a seat beside you.

"yes. i wanted to finish this as soon as i can so we can somehow have dinner together."

it's also been so long since the two of you have spent time doing things unrelated to work or research. this also means that al haitham's been getting less and less of your unyielding affection.

maybe it really is muscle reflex at this point. he thought as he slowly makes his way to your chair before gliding down his arms to drape across your shoulders. the sudden contact of al haitham's warm body across your back had you pausing on your work, tilting your head to the side with nothing but curiosity lingering in your eyes.

al haitham can feel the way you stared at him, stiffling a small chuckle before he reaches down to wrap his hands around you.

"i miss you," he whispers, barely even audible if not for the silence so defeaning in your home. you let out a giggle, leaning in back to let yourself relax in his hold.

"well, it seems like you really do." you began to point out his sudden show of affection, causing a visible hue to stain his cheeks a lush pink before letting go a huff (yet he can't seem to peel himself away from you, liking how you've perfectly fit in his arms). "i don't mind it though, i love it more when you're the one asking for some 'cuddles'."

"oh, so you're saying that you just want to see me flustered?" he asked, sensing the upcoming bells of your laughter. and you did, you can't help but chuckle before slowly peeling his 'feeble' arms away as you stand up. he still waits for your answer, eyes observing how your face lit up in happiness. a sight to behold and cherish, he would often catch himself thinking how he's so blessed to have you in his life.

"hm~ maybe?" you went to wrap him up in a tight hug, pressing your body close to his as you lay your head on top of his chest. you can heat his faint heartbeat slowly quickening upon contact, smiling as al haitham proceeds to hug you back as well.

"i miss you too, you know? and just witnessing the al haitham, showing this rare acts of seeking affection makes me want to get the most out of it." al haitham can see the way your expression suddenly shifts, your smile threading on the edge of sadness.

he recalls yet again how less and less were the times spent you two with each other, sighing at how much it made you this sad. as he wasn't that well-versed on how to properly express his desire to be physically intimate with you, as this was new to him as well, he thought back on how you would cheer him up when times were a bit hard on him (although it's rare that it happens but he still managed to recall each memory he has of it).

as you both stood there in each other's arms, you somehow were too engrossed by the fact that your boyfriend had taken initiative in being intimate this time. it wasn't that you minded how you'd often be the first tk act out on affection but you appreciate how he does anyway.

especially as he pulled away and went to pull you towards your bed.

he had made the pillows on the headboard and went to grab the soft blanket that you love so much before sitting down at the spot. there, he pats on his lap followed by opening his arms wide as if to welcome you. you snorted, seeing this new side of him both amusing and endearing to just witness.

"well? what are you waiting for? come here." al haitham ignores the way you're still giggling from this atypical behavior of his before moving towards him and lying on top of him. al haitham gently lifts the two of you up to move to a more comfortable position and went to drape the blanket around you.

"this feels nice."

you can hear the soft brush of the trees on your window as the cold breeze seeps inside the room. the sun had already kissed the ground and had let the moon shine from the heavens, its faint white glow matches the warm tone of your lamp light. you can see the way al haitham just gazes at you, causing you to raise your eyebrow.

he shakes his head, as if to reply to your unaired question, before pulling you closer in his hold (as if you weren't already). "just rest and let me take care of you, okay?"

you mindlessly nodded back, smiling as you let yourself be embraced by his warmth. then it was all silence, not the type where you'd both feel so awkward but rather you both feel at ease, just enjoying each other's presence.

you remembered how long it were to have al haitham be this intimate with you. it took you two months before you could have him cuddle with you and another before you had held his hand in public and with him doing his best to ignore the stares some researchers give you two. it was absolutely adorable of him, feeling his hand grab you tighter as you continued walking away from the public's eye. he never let go, not even once until you both reached his office but not without the image of him being all flustered and leaving a fleeting glance at the hand that held yours.

recalling all the little bits of these memories caused you to giggle, humming in glee before catching the cautious stare from your boyfriend. "it's nothing." you reassured him before you went to trace shapes on his toned arms. "we've been through a long way now, huh?"

"yes," al haitham replies, still caught up from thinking what's going through inside your mind. you have that faraway look in your eyes, something he learned you to have whenever you were deep in thought and being the person that he is, he'd always find a way to know what you were thinking.

but it doesn't always end with the way he want it to. you're always way up ahead of him, sensing his intrigue as you'd go change the topic or do something so far from what you've originally planned. it amuses him, it was a trait of yours that he finds endearing.

but something seems to bother you this time.

"sometimes, i think that one day that you'd somehow grow tired of me being this clingy..."

al haitham can feel his breathing hitched when you spoke of those words, slowly peeling his eyes away from the window and went back to focus on observing the expression painted on your face. it was of sorrow, he knew from the way your eyebrows would quirk in a downward crescent along with your lips puckering a little to form a pout. he used one of his free hand to let it rest on your cheeks, making you look up to him and you were welcomed by his rare soft smile.

"i think it would be the opposite," he mused before using his thumb to rub on your cheekbone, eyes catiously gliding back forth and freckle and beauty marks that adorned your beautiful face. al haitham was never good with his words or with his actions but with how he looked at you, eyes soft and so full of unabated adoration, you knew that you're loved.

"how so?" you mirrored his action and started drawing circles on his toned arms, causing his muscles to relax further more against your touch.

"it's quite simple. a gorgeous, loving, loud but sweet woman like you couldn't possibly be more than interested in a man like me. isn't that how people see us?" the doubt that dances along the edge of al haitham's voice could only strum worry in your heart.

you shake your head before pushing yourself up on your elbows, perfectly encasing the man underneath your reach. he now had both his hand on your waist, his fingers dangerously gliding through the small of your back, distracting you of what he thinks is a lecture because he knew he's not one to be clouded with doubt, not when he often thinks things through.

"then i may have already perished if that day ever comes." you can see how al haitham's eyes widened at the confession that soon followed by gentle kisses to his forehead, sliding down to his cheeks before swaying athrough his jaw. and soon, your lips have finally met his. it was sweet and short just like how he would express his affection, fleeting in contact but it burns itself to your memory.

"i love you so much to leave you, do you know that?" you now rest your head on top of his chest with your hands on both his side to hug him back, listening to his now erratic heartbeat, smiling when al haitham reciprocates the gesture. "i already am the luckiest to have captured the heart of the akademiya's greatest scribe so who am i to complain and even consider growing tired of how he shows his own way of affection?"

al haithams's chest buzzed on your cheek as you felt him chuckle, amused with how you put into words the spilling emotions in your heart. and he loves nothing more than to capture each drop and savor it for days to come.

"then i may need some help in improving my show of affections because a certain someone can be so demanding from time to time." you could only give his arm a quick slap from jesting before you found yourselves laughing in each other's embrace.

"you can be a handful too, you know? it takes so much in me not to —" as much as you want to prove how al haitham is indeed a menace in your relationship, he once more placed his hand on your cheek to make him look up to him before plantinf a gentle kiss on your lips, effectively shutting you up.

"and i just know when to take advantage of your doting nature, showing all these rare acts of affection just to please you, my love."

xngelholix © 2023⠀☘︎⠀don't copy, modify, re-upload or plagiarize any of my content.

[belongstocaptaindoyle]

𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃

[whirling-fangs]

Inosuke, do you prefer strawberries or blueberries?

"Strawberries are harder to find, so I guess I like them better! 'cause it feels like a real treat when I find them! They're so low on the ground, usually the insects or the squirrels get to eat them first. So I have to find the strawberry plants when it's still just flowers, and come check them every day."

"But it ain't much better with the blueberries, 'cause sometimes the deer eat those before they even become blue. So I'll pick all the berries I find and eat them as I go. Though sometimes, if I eat them really late, they make my head feel all spinny..."

[naffeclipse]

I feel like I might have had the wrong reaction to “The Lost Episode” because the whole time, I was just like:

(But also my heart ripped out at the realization that y/n won’t ever see the sun again ;; at least they still have their Sun)

I owe you so many comments on your fics, and I’m so sorry for taking this long to get to them 😭 Maybe I should make my New Year’s resolution leaving comments on all the fics I haven’t gotten to. I promise I will get to loving on each of them eventually! 💜 It’ll give me a good excuse to binge read new fic and reread some other fics hehe

Also, I have a bit of a research question for SJ for reasons 👀 I might have missed it while reading the series, but is there a time estimate for how long it took Moon and Sun to join the police academy after they left the daycare and Eclipse began running around with gangs? And when would you say Eclipse rose to power and became a mob boss? Were Sun and Moon detectives by that point or still a lower rank?

Typing that out just made me curious about how Eclipse did become a mob boss and how he got a gang, and I’m restraining myself from sending you a bunch of lore questions. So I’ll just imagine him sending out fliers with his face printed on them and a caption that promises a competitive base salary. Just ignore the super fine small print that says there are no health benefits with this job

Hope you had a nice holiday as well, Naff! You’re a freaking powerhouse with all the writing you’ve been getting done, so I hope you’re taking care of yourself and resting too! Much love <3

PFFFT LUMI!!! Nah, I love all reactions, it fuels me and I'm glad you enjoyed hehe ♥

No, don't apologize!! I get it! I'm behind on reading/commenting on fics, too ;-; but ahhh, I do look forward to when you do comment!! You always leave such nice ones ♥

Oh ho! Research you, say? I am gazing directly at you, Lumi!

Okay, I'm really bad with timelines and dates so I'll try my best to keep this coherent and hopefully non-contradictory with the main storyline!

15 years after the boys left the daycare, Sun and Moon were finally able to join the police academy while Eclipse was digging deeper into gang activity. Now mind you, Sun and Moon were attempting to join the academy much earlier, but due to politics and human-animatronic relations still being tense despite animatronics being legally recognized as individuals with rights, they were discriminatorily barred from joining the program. It took Eclipse calling in favors, owing a favor or two himself, and offering a lot of bribes to those in charge of the program to get Sun and Moon in. At that current time, Eclipse was climbing the ranks. He was gaining a reputation and a name for himself, but he was still a thug working under someone else's command.

Eclipse didn't control his own gang until after Sun and Moon were detectives and after the Afton Family's fall, but by then, the brothers weren't in contact with each other. Learning that big brother was a crime lord was something the detectives discovered in their work. It was disappointing, but not surprising—just a lot to think about piled on top of everything else.

Fun fact! Eclipse killed his gang leader and took the man's gang for himself. It happened after he learned the crime lord was conspiring against him (funny enough, this was due to others looking towards and being loyal to Eclipse due to his ruthlessness and efficiency, which spooked the gang leader so he thought it would be wise to act preemptively, but ah, Eclipse was not amused to see his loyalty repaid with betrayal.) Eclipse had no qualms with reigning in control and very little resisted his takeover. Eclipse did take care of those who stay loyal to him, but he ran a tight ship. Great risk, great reward.

Wow, sorry, I just went on a ramble there, but I hope that helps answer your questions! But you're absolutely right, there are no health benefits in Eclipse's gang. *Shrek voice* They don't even have dental.

Thank you, I hope you had a nice holiday as well! Ahhh, thank you so much! I've been taking breaks, don't worry, babe! ♥ Much love *smooch ya on the head*

[cerbreus]

starting to feel a bit better 👍 thanks for the notes and messages

[mythvoiced]

@rosedesang | ♥

Eunjae wants to snort, but they bury the sound back where it had first wanted to burst through their nose, offering a much more suitable, controlled, and distance quirk and minute pursing of their lips.

He's funny. Good for him. Eunjae has never quite found it within themselves, though, to be too forward with their amusement. Granting someone the privilege of realizing they're funny is... well, a privilege they don't easily grant.

At least they can mark him down as quick-witted enough to agree and meet their comment with an equally cynical one. Perhaps that's why they haven't quite grown abhorred by the idea of doing this yet, collaborating with a man and his company when they could easily demand someone else take these conversations over.

"The Bees?" they repeat, deadpan, unimpressed and somehow equally amused. The snort could have turned into a scoff here, but they don't bother with that kind of emoting either.

"Well, it's not bad... But it's a foundation, and save-the-bees foundations are prolific in most continents - thankfully, I guess - aren't you worried that's what people'll assume you're fighting for. You'll probably end up constantly clarifying."

[lonesomedreamer]

Happy Canada Day! I fixed that one Super Bowl commercial. 🍁 (template credit)

[exculis]

💌 Post 4 pictures from Pinterest that describe your OC. Send this to 3 other simmers to keep the chain going!

oh geez. oh man. i have so many ocs how would i choose... umm....

(i also dont use pinterest so lets see if i can find anything LOL)

i guess i should go with an oc that was a sim first given the context.

so we are doing Waay'los even tho he's kind of. not really an oc. hes just a sim i like. ♥

[esaari]

can I ask what Marcus is like like his personality like is he friendly romantic horny stuff like that

MM my precious vampire lad Marcus is very carefree, charming and yes horny too. He is nice to you unless you're a massive cunt or a vampire. Bit of a one track mind kinda guy i suppose. :)

[sysig]

Second request: baby todd and Jake fluff perhaps? 💖

Day 12 - Little hands, my one weakness