#i’ve had a long month

[come-along-pond]

OC PRIDE MONTH CHALLENGE 2023. day twenty-nine. june 29th. HERE'S MY REVIEW...NOT GAY ENOUGH.

Esme Bridgerton and Adeline Evans, Romeo and Juliet AU. Esme is Juliet, Adaline is Romeo.

We all know it; How Harry met Sally, the 10 things Kat hates about Patrick, what happens when Juliet faces the loss of her Romeo... But what about when Harry met Sully? The 10 things Kurt hates about Patrick? When Julio faces the loss of his Romeo? Well, I’m sure you get the point. Take a classic het romance and show us in another fun way how love is love! 

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[chloesimaginationthings]

Can’t spell “Five nights at Freddy’s” without GAY

(Based off @/flashcs5 post)

[squidthusiast]

“I could listen to your laugh all day”

[shawsimmer]

🎀

[soupfather]

COME W ME NOWWOWOWOW 🗣️

[stark-lord]

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES - 1.07 “The Case of the Very Long Stairway” // THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES - MAG 159 “The Last”

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #61 part 1

Danny didn’t like thinking about his old life. He was born to a family of assassins and as soon as he was out he never looked back. He had to fake his death and he changed his name, as far as anyone knew Damian Al Ghul had died on a mission to America. He was determined to keep this secret to the grave. Of course he knew who his dad was, Bruce Wayne was a prominent figure and he knew if we went there his secret would get out and he never wanted to be forced to be an assassin again. Once was enough. 

Danny knew he had a soft heart, his adoptive parents, the Fentons and Jazz had told him so. Jazz knew he didn’t have the greatest childhood or past but she never pried, she understood his business was his and wouldn’t let her own curiosity get the better of her. The only issue their family had was their parents obsession with ghosts. Damian never believed in ghosts, the entire thing sounded like a hoax. He probably never would have believed in them but then life happened. 

Danny believed, but it was kind of hard not too after everything that happened. When he had turned 14, his parents finished their biggest project yet. A portal to the ghost zone, of course it doesn’t work at first and his parents were very disappointed. Danny felt conflicted about the whole thing. On one hand he wanted his parents to succeed and he wanted them to be happy, on the other the portal was the reason he ate alone with his sister at night. He wanted a normal family life, something he was never allowed back at the league. 

He did something so stupid that night.

After his parents along with his sister were asleep, he crept down to the basement and stood in front of the empty hole in the wall. He looked around the outside of it first but nothing seemed to be out of place. Then he stepped into it and before he got too far into it something happened. He knew there were a lot of cords on the floor and thought he had avoided them all, but as he realized he was quickly being acquainted with the floor, he out of instinct held his hand out to catch himself on the wall. Right onto the ON button.

He didn’t remember much but pain after that.

A lot happened in the year after the portal was turned on but Danny thought he was taking things well. His sister found out about everything sooner than he liked but having someone to help him was something he didn’t realize he really needed until then. The ghost attacks were frequent and Danny was having trouble finding the time for school, friends, and fighting ghosts that the assistance helped a lot. 

Danny sat at as desk in Mr. Lancers class, who was going on about the play Hamlet. Danny was only half paying attention, he was preoccupied thinking about the latest conversation he had with Clockwork. Danny was recently crowned prince after his victory over Pariah Dark. He didn’t want the crown, ancients knew what Grandfather would do if he ever found out, but he had no other option but to accept. The conversation left him rather drained and it felt like every word his teacher spoke bled together. 

He eventually made his way to lunch and before he could make it to his destination a blue mist wafted out of his mouth. Sighing he ran out of the room to find a place to transform. Once he was Phantom he wasted no time finding the ghost. Of course it was Boxie. 

Before he had time to even fight though a portal opened up right besides Danny and he was kicked in by the Box Ghost. The world seemed to swirl around him until he landed harshly onto some pavement. The pavement was a roof and he appeared to be in a city. 

Not just any city he soon realized as he looked over to a bank that had the words ‘Gotham Bank’ brightly plastered on the front.

Shit… Danny wanted to avoid something like this, unfortunately the portal was already gone. 

After taking a moment to think about his predicament he decided the best course of action was to call Jazz.

He took a look around the rooftop he was on and when he didn’t see anyone he transformed back. 

Pulling out his cell from his pocket he pulled up his sister's contact on it and hit the call button. 

His sister took a bit longer than usual to answer but the hesitation in her voice caused him to pause, “H-hello?”

“Jazz, it’s Danny, we’ve got a code green,”  he knew setting up code colors with his sister would come in handy. Red meant he was gravely injured, yellow meant the ghost got away and he was in pursuit, blue meant he caught the ghost, and green meant he fell through a portal or something similar. 

There was silence on the other line for a moment and Danny was almost going to say something else but she spoke, “How do you know my name?”

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[pansyfemme]

i have been a ball of depression lately as well as my physical health worsening pretty severly this past week due to stress and so my friends have been. trying so hard to get me to get out and do things and its very sweet but i feel bad because the whole time i’m just a total mess

[nemmet]

IT’S TIME TO—!!

[prairiegh0st]

Dinocember 2023 Week 4+

[akito-shinonome-daily]

🎤 day 150! 🎵

➥ today’s akito is drawn by me!!

[whoblewboobear]

Another year, another selfiegate 🥵✌️

[dailyjevil]

hello!! hope you're having a good day :D

since you're doing the pride flag challenge, I hope you don't mind me requesting the lithromantic/sexual flag!

left is lithsexual and the right is lithromantic, idm which one you pick :]

(it means to feel romantic and/or sexual attraction to someone but doesn't want the feeling reciprocated or stops once it is :>)

Day 297 of posting Jevil every day

[m1d-45]

adorned

summary: you have a gift for zhongli

word count: ~800

-> warnings: i guess… microscopic spoilers for liyue archon quest? sagau things

-> gender neutral reader (you/yours)

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yum1x || @esthelily

< masterlist >

when zhongli received notice you had called for him, he’d dropped everything. any papers were tucked away in an instant, the thought of keeping you waiting spurring him to action. he walked swiftly to your temple, some of the tension (but not the urgency) slipping from his shoulders at the familiar warmth that washed over him. he moved down a memorized route, barely acknowledging the others in the temple or the greetings they gave him.

you had called him, and he would not hesitate to answer.

his hand shook lightly as he reached to knock upon the golden door of your throne room, the cool metal hot with your presence. his breath had long since picked up, accounting for the quickened thud of his heart and the thick air, but he barely noticed. zhongli was familiar with how you affected him, the unnatural dilation of his pupils a recognized symptom of your voice allowing him entry.

the door swung inwards and his eyes automatically found you, fiddling with a small box. you looked up as the door clicked closed and his breath hitched at your eyes on his. even here, across the room, he felt it as a physical weight, the stars hidden within them glittering in the light flowing from the windows.

the embedded jewels and precious metals along the walls hummed as he walked closer to you, geo resonating beneath his skin and adding to the already heady buzz in the air. your throne looked wrong without you, the gold and silver pulsing in distaste, but he still stood a few feet away from it, waiting.

you walked quietly, and it would be a surprise to see you at his side had he not been carefully aware of your presence in the room. one of your hands was closed gently in front of you, and a careful smile crossed your face.

your lips part, and he feels your words more than he hears him them, his soul responding rather than his ears.

‘i’ve brought you something, zhongli.’

his mouth goes dry and he swallows harshly, reaching desperately for a response. his own thoughts are slippery, unseeable through the haze, only able to think about how honored he is that you chose to get him something.

you laugh, and he doesn’t mind that the cost is his dignity.

at your prompt, he unhooks his earring from his ear, gloves slipping slightly on the back. he offers it to you—do you like it? he could get you one of much better quality in the same style, if you only ask—but you shake your head softly, unfurling your palm.

a bright red ruby hangs on a silver chain, small strings of cor lapis dripping down in a glittering curtain. he can feel from here—how could he not before?—how the jewels’ hum is sated, basking in your light, and can’t help but feel the same way. his ribs clink with resonance, the small glimpse of divine power in his soul barely tempering the thunder of his heart.

your hand raises and he falls on instinct, unwilling to allow you to reach for anything, even him. especially him. not while he has a say in it.

the carpet is plush beneath his knees, softening his weight, and he curls his fingers into it for stability. he doesn’t doubt his balance, no, he’s lived too long to he thrown off by something as simple and practiced as kneeling, but as you tip his chin up, he feels lightheaded.

his eyes slip closed and he lets himself sit before you, focusing only on the ghost of your hand tucking away a strand of his hair. it’s easy to be like this, easy to sink into the carpet before you. thinking comes secondary, as everything else does when he’s on his knees for you.

your nail barely skims the skin behind his ear as you fit on the back, and a shudder rolls down his spine.

your hand settles on his jaw and he drags his eyes back open, seeing yours flick over the accessory. the ends of the strings brush the base of his neck, barely, the jewels soaked with your presence. they’re pure, of priceless quality, geo reflecting perfectly through the stones. he almost wonders where you got it, but the thought is so unimportant that it only stays for a split second.

you straighten, and he wonders if you lingered intentionally. “you look beautiful.”

praises and thanks rush up his throat, filling his mouth and nearly spilling from his lips, but he swallows them down. still, he’s certain you can here the reverence in his words, hidden in the barely-there tremble.

“only for you, your grace.”

[pinkyqushi]

Hi *puts you in a bunny outfit*

[saturnvs]

wet on wet, attempts at some art therapy at home