#love letters to the moon

[kaleb-is-definitely-sane]

I miss you. You are all i ever think about. I fill my days with distractions but… you are in my always. I can love no other; you are too caught up in my soul. I want to be with you. Forever. Always and forever. I try to forget you (as I hope you have forgotten me) but it is in vain; i pour my soul into everything i do. I pour you into everything i do. Is there one song i hear that you are not in the lyrics of? Is there one heroine that i read of that is not pale in comparison of you? Is there one quote that i see that doesn’t have you between the lines? Is there one poem that i write that is not about you?

No.

[oldschool-romantic]

Via- ruhlare

[petaltexturedskies]

your heart requires moonlight

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West dated 7 October 1928

[icanseefire]

I never understood how one could fall in love with the moon, until I found mine

[spacedlexi]

ok but I would play the fuck out of a farming sim in your style filled with butches

if i knew anything about coding it would be So over instead im just sitting in a massive pile of all of my designs. which i will take this opportunity to share i guess :) i have designed pretty much every building and am currently working on interiors

only a handful of the townies have been designed and the rest are just vague concepts but as a bisexual gendie neuch girlie i really wanted to make a cast that has something for Everyone so im taking my time with them. this is my "perpetually on the backburner" project i go to when im feeling lost creatively

[pearlcigs]

im so so excited for ur upcoming fics... U ALWAYS DO SO GOOD UGH always have me giggling, twirling my hair and kicking my feet

YAYY THANK UU TEHEHEHHE ILY lemme give u some sneak peaks 😏😏🌝

DONT GET TOO EXCITED GUYS SOME OF THOSE HAVE BEEN IN MY DRAFTTS SINCE JANUARY AND HAVENT BEEN TOUCHED SINCE.. ☹️

[pineappical]

would calling this something like "the sun to his earth" be a little bit too cliche? maybe...

[psystirene]

MADE STAMPS OUT OF MY RAIN WORLD ART!!! Free to use, credit appreciated but not 100% necessary!

2nd Batch (Screenshots)

If you want you can request a stamp of any art I've made but I probably won't make art for the express purpose of turning it into stamps lol (though I may make more batches later)

OH YEAH ft. designs from @whippiekippy on some of the ship ones. I would turn the ship art I did for rw ship month into stamps but a lot use other ppls designs so idk lol

[chaotictoon]

Love Letter

Cartoon girls + Love note

[starberriemilk]

"I was a diligent student. The only things I cared about were my textbooks and the school lectures!"

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Vladimir Nabokov Letters to Vera / pinterest / @heavensghost WHAT IS LOVE IF NOT THE SHARING OF SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL? / Young Royals (2021-) cr. Lisa Ambjörn, Lars Beckung, Camilla Holter / Kiersten White The Chaos of Stars / Alida Moon / Blue (2002) dir. 安藤尋 Hiroshi Ando / Haruki Murakami Norwegian Wood

[kaleb-is-definitely-sane]

Maybe, in some other universe, where we are older and wiser and closer…. maybe we could’ve been happy. Maybe you would love me. Maybe I wouldn’t have hurt you. Maybe… our love would amaze and shock the world and they would know that surely, there is something more powerful than all else.

[fantampulse]

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[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vita Sackville-West dated 7 October 1928, from Love Letters: Vita and Virginia

[mccn-bcys]

Je T'aime

prompt: Love Note pairing: steven grant + gn!reader summary: you've been the best thing to ever happen to steven. He loved doing so much cheesy love things with you, even writing little love notes and letters. warning: light angst, steven being a cutie, steven speaking a little french, fluff word count: 1.2 K author's note: this is my second work for the Moon Knight Bingo hosted by @moonknight-events. the bingo board will be at the bottom of my fics for it. This one is a little short, but it's sweet and I just love steven grant so I hope you all enjoy this! As always, if you like it, please, please, please reblog to share it with your friends! also i'm starting my tag list over so if you'd like to be tagged in future fics for specific characters or for this event or for all fics, tell me in my asks and I'll add you to the list!

Steven Grant has always been a romantic. It’s in his DNA, he’s convinced. He loves the idea of love, the idea of unashamedly showing and professing the love that you feel to the person you feel it for. He’s proud to admit that he has seen just about every rom-com out there. He never misses a new Hallmark movie – yes, he knows the acting isn’t good, and that they’re cheap and silly, but they’re reliable. Love always prevails in them.

Sure, there’s probably a reason that Steven has a romantic heart. If he had to guess, he’d probably say it comes from his relationship with his mother. I mean, Steven was born from Marc’s lack of love from his mother; Steven was there to see all the good times with Wendy, he got to experience all the love from his mother, while Marc took all the times she didn’t love. Perhaps Steven liked the idea of someone loving them unconditionally. Perhaps it was the very concept that someone could love them both, that one of them wouldn’t have to take the bad days, or the days that lacked love, because there wouldn’t be days that lacked love.

Perhaps that’s what made Steven fall in love with you so quickly. Because from the start, he knew you would love all of them, not just one part of them. Even if there were bad days, or hard days, you were still here, showing that you still loved them. It was mind-altering, especially for Marc. But for Steven, it meant the world.

Especially, because now he had someone to express all his love to, someone who appreciated all the ways Steven liked to show his love, no matter how cheesy or silly they were. You adored everything he did.

Steven knew you kept all his gifts. They were in a box in your closet. It was full of date receipts, jewelry, drawings, poems, and all other things he’d gifted you throughout your relationship. One thing that he could never find was all the love notes he left for you. You always say you love them, but he never sees them anywhere. And even though he knows you would never do such a thing, the bad part of his brain wonders if you throw them away, or if you tuck them away and forget about them.

That is until one day. You were in the shower while he was combing through your bookshelf, seeing if you had any new books for him to read. And there’s a book he doesn’t recognize. Have you always had this book? It looks almost like a binder, like a notebook that’s meant to pass as regular book. Should he open it? He supposes it couldn’t hurt. If you didn’t want anyone to read it, you wouldn’t leave it out. And even if he isn’t supposed to read it, he’ll take the blame for nosing around.

Pulling it from the shelf, he flips it open, seeing that there’s pages but they each have sheet protectors on them. Pulling out his glasses, he reads the first page, and he realizes what this is. Thumbing through the rest of the pages, he looks and sees the rest of the protected pages in the book.

His love notes.

You had all of them, sitting on your bookshelf, protected in this little book. Emotion wells in his eyes as he reads them over, feeling relief flood through him as he now knows you did like them, you kept all of them, and you kept them on your bookshelf for anyone and everyone to find it and read it.

“Took you long enough to find it,” your voice sounds from behind him, making him slam the book shut and whirl around, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have.

“What?”

“I’m surprised you haven’t found that before now. Figured it would be the first thing you read when you started reading my books,” you chuckle, walking over to him, your wet hair framing your face as you’re wrapped in a towel. You must’ve used him soaps, he can smell it.

“What do you mean?”

“I left that book out for a while for you to find. On the table, the nightstand, almost everywhere. But you never mentioned it, so I figured you never looked at it. It figures that you’d find it as soon as I put it on the bookshelf.”

Steven didn’t really have any words, wasn’t sure what to say. He just looked down at the book, reading over the words that he had written to you.

“You kept them,” he says softly. It’s not really a question since he can clearly see that you did. But you answered anyways.

“Of course, I did.”

“Why?” he finds himself asking. Obviously, it was because you loved him. But he can’t keep himself from asking, as if the notion baffles him.

On some level it does baffle him. The letters themselves are silly, elementary. But still you kept them, even though anyone else would not have wanted to keep such childish things.

“Because you wrote them. You took the time to write down the way you felt. Because they’re from you,” you said like it was simple. Because, to you, it was simple. You loved Steven, so you wanted to keep every little thing he gave you.

He looked at you softly for a moment, just looking at you. What did he do to deserve someone like you?

“What?” you ask softly.

“Nothing, love, just… thinking about how lucky I am to have you.”

“Funny, I think that same thing every time I read those letters,” you chuckle, slipping your arms around his waist.

“Every time? What do you mean?”

“I read them a lot. Mostly at night before I go to sleep,” you admit.

“Really? Why?”

You looked at him with a curious glance, but you looked so patient and amused. “Because they’re from you. They make me feel loved and comforted. They make me think of you.”

Steven’s chest tightens with emotion. Slowly, he slips his glasses off his nose and puts them back in his shirt pocket, placing the book back on the shelf as he slips his arms around your towel covered body, and he just looks at you.

“Je t'aime plus que tout,” he whispers softly as he brushes a wet strand of hair from your face to behind your ear. His heart squeezes when he sees the way you smile brightly at him. He knows that you love when he speaks French, you’ve always found it romantic and beautiful.

“I love you too, Steven,” you murmur back, leaning in to kiss him softly, which he gladly returns. When you pull back you grin and give his ass a playful squeeze. “Now go take your shower so we can read together before we go to sleep.”

“You got it, love,” he smiles wide, giggling softly as he pulls away to walk to the bathroom.

It’s still steamy in the bathroom from your hot shower, the mirror clouded over with steam. Except for the spot wiped in the center of the mirror, where Steven’s face fits perfectly in, and the words that had been written in your handwriting and Steven realizes you had left him your own love note:

Steven, You Are So Beautiful, Inside And Out. Je T’aime.

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[sentienttoastah]

Spoilers for the last days of Lobotomy Corporation

Do the other versions of Ayin look similar in kiwi form to him? Or do they all have little quirks like X having a paper stuck to his face, Abel having a little bird splint as a cane, Abram being a messy matted kiwi ball surrounded by alcohol bottles, and Adam just being albino?

Pretty much yeah. Different shades of black and yellow too I guess? But yeah basically. Also X is kind of smaller than the others, and fluffier. I like X :)

Imagine splitting yourself into multiple people though couldn’t be me….. —A system.

The Ayinlings