#its sunday ( ooc )

[xiaosorbet]

your lips on mine (sunday hsr x reader)

is there sanctity in a first kiss? sunday was not naive enough to think so. there is nothing righteous in the simple act of touching one’s lips to another’s, nor is it a virtuous endeavor whose grace and meaning are elevated by the mere fact that one has never done it before. kissing is no baptism, for what is there to gain from it? he thought the idea was dramatized to a bitter extent, to the point that he considered disappointment to be intrinsic to the experience for anyone foolish enough to hope for something more. when lips collide, what really happens? he asks himself. nothing.

which was why he had purged all romantic expectation from his mind. any kiss will be nothing more than mechanical in nature. he’d come to accept that. he had taken off the veritable rose-colored glasses and squashed them under the heel of his cynicism, though he might’ve labeled it as the honest truth rather than a bitter conclusion he arrived at with no real basis– for he had never kissed anyone himself. all he knew was what he saw, and all he saw was no more than two faces coming close to touch together the soft pink tissue and muscle above the chin.

even when he started seeing you, this unromantic notion that he had of the first kiss – or any kiss – was something he could never quite let go of. it was almost painful hearing him describe such a beautiful thing so unfeelingly. there was only one way to prove him wrong, and it would not be incorrect to say that your first kiss with him was fueled just as much by your immense desire to kiss him as it was by a playful spite.

doubt swirled in his mind right until the moment your breath hit his face. he felt that first: the warmth of it. and suddenly the air entering and leaving your lungs was more than just mechanical: it was the indication of your closeness. your proximity slowly whittled away at his dubiety, and it all but vanished when your lips touched his.

and all at once it was more than just that.

he felt what he couldn’t see. all thought vanished from his mind, he felt lightheaded enough that perhaps the wings sprouting from behind his ears could carry him away with ease. his halo flickered, his eyes closed, those little wings fluttered and he had no control over any response. he didn’t feel the simple touch of your mouth, he sensed the tenderness in your closeness.

when you pulled back, he pushed forth. it was funny, he thought, how he felt like he was floating from the touch of your lips but at the same time was anchored to it as if by gravity.

it was this duality of feeling that your kiss had introduced him to. in a way, your kiss had indeed baptized him into a whole new dimension of intimacy and closeness, and that indeed, he mused as he looked at you with a reverent smile, held its own kind of sacredness.

[psychopomparia]

Oh triple faced soul, please forgive me for what I’m about to share.

It came to me in a dream

[hatterofthelabyrinth]

Do you have Halloween in the labyrinth?

No one can really tell what it it is, so not really? the closest we get are the bubbles. Hey, since you're a bubble, can you tell me what time it is? It'd be nice to get a frame of...reference... Are...are you asking because it's Halloween right now? I got here around March second, how could so many months pass-?!

ACK!! Hello to you too?!

[everythingisawayoflife]

the writer in me…she’s cooking…i think this is the longest thing ive written yet. i shall leave a sample below so i’m satisfied with sharing at least a little bit before i post the full thing (this to me takes place in the new batman adventures universe but feel free to imagine otherwise):

Dick is worried. Tim isn’t the chattiest kid but he can certainly hold a conversation. Dick’s tried everything: school, movies, TV, even casework. All he’s gotten are some unenthused grunts and hums. Tim may not biologically be Bruce’s kid but he sure does take after the guy. He cleaned up a bit before leaving and there’s a little bit of color back in his face but he still looks tired. Devastatingly so. Dick keeps stealing glances at his little brother in the passenger seat of the car. His arms are folded tightly against his abdomen, as if he’s protecting his stomach from something and a slight shiver courses through his body despite Tim bundling up with at least three layers, a scarf, a hat, and very thick gloves. The kid’s got to be cooking in his makeshift snowsuit, but then again…

They’re stopped at a red light. Five minutes out from the mall, three minutes out from the nearest urgent care.

Dick steals another glance towards Tim and decides to reroute to the clinic, get him checked out. Dick tuts quietly, it’s a shame he’s starting to come down with something right before Christmas, right before his first Christmas with them. Dick’s been in his shoes before; falling in a pond ice skating with Barbara. She managed to be just fine whereas he spent Christmas on Bruce’s couch laid up with pneumonia. He hardly remembers that Christmas from being so damn delirious but he remembers the warmth that wasn’t from fever. It was familial. The whole time he remembers being with someone. It was hard to deduce who was with him when but he was never alone. And if Tim was about to go through what he had been through, or something similar, he’d need them. But first, Dick just wanted to check for a fever in the first place. All signs pointed to one but Dick wasn’t sure yet. Careful not to wake the sleeping boy, Dick reaches out for Tim’s forehead.

HONK!

Dick quickly retracts his hand and places it back on the wheel, pressing the gas. To the mall. Tim doesn’t jolt awake but the car horn is clearly loud enough to stir him. He blinks slowly with a grimace, like he’s in pain.

“Are we there yet?” Tim asks, pitifully quiet. Like talking louder than a whisper would kill him.

“Almost, Tim, you can go back to sleep for a bit,” Dick says, taking a left towards the mall.

Tim makes a disapproving noise. “I wasn’t sleeping.”

Hm. Denial is the path he’s choosing here.

“Are you sure? Your eyes were closed and you weren’t talking. Telltale signs of sleeping to me,” Dick says lightly, trying not to come off like he’s interrogating Tim.

Tim laughs a little. “Nope, just resting my eyes.”

“Okay, old man. You’re too young to rest your eyes. Resting your eyes is for old people. Just look at Bruce.”

“Hn.”

“Oh my gosh, B, is that you?” This gets a more hearty laugh from Tim. It’s the most awake he’s looked since this morning.

alrighty thats all im posting, im gonna show the utmost restraint until i actually finish this thing.

[indig0trolls]

dnd campaign that's been on hiatus since march is getting kick started again on Tuesday and I'm feeling so..... so impatient orz

[ask-cueball]

Lil status update, the next post IS being drawn currently! I was on a trip out of state for 3 weeks and it made it difficult to work on anything, let alone this comic, but I'm home and settled now so I'm more capable of working on things.

I mostly wanted to just make this post saying that the Cohost I was setting up for Ask Cueball is now unfortunately cancelled, as Cohost announced earlier this month that they will be shutting down by the end of the year. I am still looking at alternative options, including Pillowfort, as well as possibly setting something up on a Neocities when I have the time to fiddle with all that code. But until then, this Tumblr account is still the only place to read Ask Cueball. Anywhere else is a repost, and is NOT approved by me in any way.

[mvltiversed]

dipper vc: do my friends hate me, or do i just need to go to sleep?

[blackcardz]

 replies  tomorrow,  i  hope  you  all  have  amazing  day  /  night.  <33

[dalishborne]

sometimes adhd rly does work in my favour

[brdcge]

i have 2 akaza replies in my drafts that r both smut and the temptation to do them both right now

[ofovertime]

It's not me thinking about nanami having that one person he sleeps with, without the whole emotions tied to it.

[murkyhazed]

also if your muse wants to bang any of mine... im open

[gemkun]

the " 666 " is killing me

[tidesfate]

...Do I make a post talking about how Mora is a romantic partner... and perhaps another about how it is as a parent

[irukasenseii]

This weeks gonna be a good week 🙏

[stormbcrn]

i'm going to a knitting club tonight at a brewery 🥰