#moots ☀︎︎

[soft-likethesunset]

when byler finally happens can we please make the byler tag blue and yellow like the lgbtq ones i think it would be funny

[kquil]

🥪 : sandwich going shopping with them!

since you spammed me and made me giggle (≧▽≦) i'm gonna try and get through as many of your requests as possible, however, they'll be pretty short and i'll be switching between your requests and others, i hope you don't mind the compromise, darling

g. : rich marauders au ; possibly mafia bosses ; possibly rich ceos ; humble reader ; princess treatment time!

"That's pretty," you whisper to yourself, oogling the beautiful necklace on the display, only to gasp at its price. 'That's too many zeros...' you balk internally to yourself.

"You like that one?" Sirius asks from your left, startling you but quickly filling your heart with dread because you know exactly what's going to happen next.

"Can we take a closer look at this necklace, please?" James politely asks a clerk from your left side. With your heart rapidly pounding against your ears, you barely hear Remus's chuckle from a meter away.

"There's no such thing as window shopping with us around, sweetheart," the tall brunette clicks his tongue and approaches you with a pretty bracelet in hand as James consults with the clerk on other jewellery that may suit you. All while Sirius holds your hand and brings it to his lips for a brief kiss, "what about this? Do you think it's pretty too, dove?" Remus asks in a soft whisper when he finally steps up beside you and offers up the delicate bracelet.

"Good taste Moony," Sirius compliments, which catches James' attention and has him looking over your shoulder seconds later.

"Isn't that your birthstone, angel?" James asks as you nod, slightly overwhelmed from the attention and princess treatment you weren't used to receiving. It isn't long before James is also helping fix the necklace that had caught your eye around your neck with the help of the clerk.

"Remember, Dollface," Sirius whispers against your ear as Remus fixes the bracelet around your wrist before calling over a separate clerk to discuss payment, "if we really wanted to, and we do, we could easily buy all the jewellery here for you,"

[sunanthrope]

Graphics set gift

for my bestie @murdermortician I love you bitch i aint gon never stop loving you bitch

the rest r below the cut

Pixels: xxx // xxx

[wish-i-were-heather]

lowkey surprised we haven't seen a holidays by conan gray theme yet from freaknoia over here

I KINDA DID HAVE ONE when the holidays mug was the header yk?? but i wanna do one for winter i just have a christmas theme planned and idk when to do each 😔😔

[inmyheaddd]

HI JUDEEE

HI PATCHHH!!

[snnydcys]

me: makes a spicy sonny blog

me: makes a bunch of edits for spicy blog

also me: .....what is this whore behavior

[muichirolover14]

I can always give hints! Also, Muzan when did you get a brother and you should stop fighting with Kagaya! No ones killing OCs, that's the creators job not yours >:( ~☀anon

Yeah >:0

And yes , I would love hints :3

[gerudospiriit]

[So...........considering how much they redo oot beat by beat almost in totk for the past bits.......is Nabooru (or this timeline's/au's version) the Sage of Lightning?

I mean, think about it. In both games, she turns against Ganondorf and even seems to take it a step further in totk with potentially turning the Gerudo as a whole against him (at least I imagined the Sage of Lightning had a hand in exposing him....then again, totk seemed keen on Ganondorf being evil to the core with no other motivation (as in, he didnt give a shit about his people either which grinds my gears), and they wanted the Gerudo to appear as stauch allies to Hyrule, so maybe most of the Gerudo never liked him, but that's not as interesting and I'm going to keep my political intrigue ideas so sh). Urbosa mentions her by name, and if this era is disconnected from the other games (which doesn't fully make sense since Zelda mentions the past heroes, but I'll play their game for now since it's apparently official these two games are their own tineline/AU), then she either wouldn't exist in this Hyrule or was simply a different incarnation (which would be the same for Ruto, who is also mentioned by name). So that means the latter must be true, and with the parallels with OoT going on, now I really AM wondering the original Sage of Lightning WAS this era's Nabooru.

I had toyed with the idea before, but without any solid say so that the games were in fact not part of the original timeline, I didn't want to commit to anything. So, maybe that will just be my angle for the Wilds era now. 🤔 With my own tweaks of course.]

[risingsouls]

[I always get so warm and fuzzy when I think about how Nabooru and Vegeta taught each other their respective native tongues 🥰🥰]

[insane-in-the-membranee]

Wowowow the theme is so refreshing 🤩🤩

Thank you!! I'm so glad because that's the vibe I was going for as well! A rejuvenating vibe.....a breath of fresh air....warm sunlight peaking through the trees....just running, laughing, with your loved ones or perhaps reading a book with the chirping of birds in the background!

Oh to truly live and breath with no worries ��✨

🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼

Ps....

I also gotta sort my tags now and go through all of my posts and just ahhh!! I love your tags and actually am inspired by them!! Wish me luck <3

🌻

[sunandflame]

hi sunny !! ik it’s been a while, but i’m sending you loads of love and i hope you’re doing alright <3

Aaaah Rin my love 🥰 Thank you so much. I am so sorry that I was absent this long. But I am doing good, I hope you all doing better <3

[kquil]

NOT HERS

PAIR. : Sirius Black x Vanessa (moot)

SUM. : Vanessa, being Harry's 4th grade teacher, eventually ends up meeting his ever so charming Godfather

LENGTH : 1.9k

DEDICATED TO @loving-and-dreaming (1k cake request)

EVENT : CLOSED

“Harry, is this man really your godfather?” you ask with caution in your voice. It was the end of the school day and you always made it a point to wave goodbye to all the children you teach. You've kept this ritual up for as long as you could remember and so you’ve become relatively familiar with the children’s parents and guardians. For Harry, one of your most beloved students to teach despite the regular mischief he gets up to, you expected to see him off with either Lily or James, his known parents. However, the man standing in front of you was neither James nor Lily. He look completely unrelated with his wavy, ebony hair, angular, almost feminine features, pale skin, tattoos and leather attire. You’ve never seen him before so you were quick to judge and eye him cautiously, never fully allowing yourself to succumb to his charming good looks and suave mannerisms. 

“Yeah Yeah!” Harry cheers, running up to the man who immediately drops down with open arms and sweeps little Harry up with a bark of laughter, “Uncle Siri!” as Harry wraps his arms around the man’s neck and presses his small face into his shoulder, his supposed uncle meets your eyes and winks, sending your heart racing. 

“Sirius Black,” he introduces himself, taking your hand and leaning down slightly to press a kiss against your knuckles. His grey eyes never leave yours and sends a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering in your stomach, “and you must be?...”

“Vanessa, I’m Harry’s teacher,” you introduce, tamping down the butterflies in your stomach and regulating your breathing so that the heat spreading across your cheeks cools down quickly. 

With a smirk, he nods and rises back to his full height, towering over you with interested eyes, “Of course,” his display of charm has sent multiple mothers and guardians around you swooning, if the light gasps and flurry of excited whispers were any indication but you weren’t about to be any of them. You’re too much of a pessimist at heart that when it comes to your own lovelife the thought that any man would look your way twice is an impossibility. So you’ve grown a habit of dismissing all potential lovers, it’s a terrible habit but one that’s saved you so much heartache; it continues to perpetuate your negative views on love for yourself, “a pleasure to meet you, doll,”

The loving name he appoints you has no effect, peaking his interest further, “the pleasure’s all mine,” you then turn to Harry who has been watching the exchange between you (his favourite teacher of all time) and his uncle with attentive doe eyes, “get home safe, Harry, tell your parents I said hi and I hope you have a good weekend,” you speak softly, voice, gentle and warm as the summer sun and eyes, kind and ever so blue. Sirius is shocked. From the way you spoke to him, he would think that you had nothing but ice in your veins and deeply questioned your choice of occupation but he had no reason for such doubts anymore; you’re every bit the angel Harry had described you to be when praising your way of teaching at the dinner table. 

“You too, Miss!” Harry returns with a toothy grin that earns him a wider smile from you, “See you Monday!” 

As Sirius walks away with Harry in his arms, you wave at the little boy past the man’s shoulders and eventually turn your attention to your other departing students. In Sirius’ arms, Harry pulls away slightly and eyes him with an impish glint in his eyes but doesn’t say anything, even when Sirius sets the little boy down on his motorbike in order to retrieve their helmets. 

“What is it Harry?” Sirius eventually asks. 

“You like Miss Vanessa, don’t you?” Harry giggles behind his small hands and looks up at his uncle with smiling eyes. 

“Of course I do, she takes really good care of you, prongslet,” Sirius comments with a smile and brings Harry’s helmet over his head. 

“Righhtttt~” Harry teases, sounding just like James, which brings a smile to Sirius’ lips, “I can ask her if she’s single for you, uncle Siri,”

“Alright!” Sirius distracts with a chuckle, “Let’s get you home shall we?” 

In your initial meeting, Sirius didn’t know how to feel about you; you were warm and sweet, kind as could be but also cold and a grump. It was an odd combination but definitely worth his attention. You were spoken highly of by Harry, James and Lily as a teacher but meeting you for himself was a different story. He was definitely interested in you so he made the effort of volunteering to collect Harry and drop him off whenever possible. His actions definitely raised a lot of questions between Lily and James but the questions remained silent; they wanted to see how it all played out. 

Months pass as the couple watches Sirius happily volunteer to drop off Harry for school and encourage their Friday date nights to become a regular thing so that he would have an excuse to see you weekly. The couple watched as Harry sang your praises during meals, especially when Sirius was over for dinner. They watched as Sirius became more excited for school than Harry in the mornings. And they watched when Harry sang Sirius’ praises to you during parents evenings, where they came in to talk with you about Harry’s progress, only for the conversation to turn to how fun and amazing and handsome his uncle Siri was. Amused, the couple zipped their lips and held their tongues — but only until it was time to gossip to Remus about it. 

“Oh god, is that who I think it is?” James chuckles as he slings his arm across Lily’s shoulders and eyes your form from across the pub. 

“It’s Vanessa!” Lily’s giggles ring with recognition as the couple eye you happily chatting with your group of friends at the bar before turning to Sirius and trying to alert him of your presence. However, with the busy night and high level of background noise, their warnings go unnoticed.  

“Is that the famous Vanessa I keep hearing so much about?” Remus chuckles in an attempt to help out, looking over his shoulder to examine you himself. As a university professor, he was quite busy so he’s only heard about you through James and Lily. Seeing you for the first time, he can understand the couple’s speculation of Sirius’ blossoming affections, you have every feature Sirius was ever weak for, sweet looking and kind with gentle eyes and a warm smile. Sitting right beside Sirius, Remus’ exclamation, draws in the tatted man’s attention right away. 

“Where?!” Sirius, slightly tipsy, looks around in excitement, grey eyes immediately landing on you and grinning widely. Without a second thought, he gets up and dusts himself off, “It’s my chance,” he says to himself, his adoring eyes never leaving your beautiful figure from across the room, “no little kids screaming to get in the way, no Harry to tease me, no parents to watch me make a fool of myself….” his friends laugh at his hushed ramblings and usher him off with a word of ‘good luck’ on their lips. 

“Doll!” Sirius cheers and throws his arms around your waist from behind, “Fancy seeing you here~” he presses his forehead against your shoulder and takes a deep breath, sighing contentedly at your comforting smell. He’s tried multiple times to get close to you but the situation was never appropriate so your fragrance is left tempting him from a distance in faint notes as he resists the urge to pull you close. Now, with no inhibitions, he’ll take what he’s resisted for so long. 

“S-Sirius?!” you squeal in surprise, your flustered expression making the tipsy man coo in adoration. 

“I knew you would be cute like this,” Sirius sighs and turns you in his arms so that your front was pressed up against his chest, “lemme take a closer look at ya’,” you could smell the alcohol on his breath when he leans in close as you desperately try to slow your racing heart. 

“Sirius, this is very inappropriate,” you huff but make little to no attempt at pushing him away, only giving his shoulders a slight push, not wanting to hurt him in his inebriated state. 

“No it’s not,” he childishly protests but becomes quiet as he examines your face with his steel-grey eyes. Despite your flustered state from his closeness, your eyes don’t stray from his as he takes you in, “wow, Vanessa,” he whispers your name with so much adoration, your heart can’t help but lurch with a sickening hope, “you’re so beautiful,” he leans closer, was he going to kiss you?! His nose lands on your shoulder and he whispers into the fabric of your shirt, “and so soft… you smell nice…” he holds you closer and groans in drunken delight, “I want to hold you forever,”

“Sirius, you’re drunk,” you say firmly, using your teacher's voice on him, which was fitting for his childish mannerisms. He’s so different now from the man who moved like a prowling, debonair wolf. 

“No I’m not!” he meets your eyes with defiance but relents when you give him the very same look you give your kids when you catch them misbehaving, “Maybe a little but that doesn’t take away from your beauty, Doll,” he reasons and chuckles deeply at your stunned and bashful expression, “gimme your number,” he demands, relaxed but firm, his confident command making your heart ache with want even though there’s a persistent voice in the back of your mind telling you that it’s not true. He doesn’t want my number… habitually, you turn to your friend, who watches the exchange excitedly with your other friends. She was prettier, she was the prettiest — surely it was her number that Sirius wanted.

Curious over what had your attention, Sirius follows your eyes to meet with your friend’s just as you turn around to face him again and witness the exchange of glances between the two. 

I knew it… 

“Your number, doll?” Sirius asks, his attention back on you as he raises his phone for you to add your contact in. 

You push him away to do so but with your friend’s contact, “here,” hurriedly giving back his phone, you turn to your friends and hide away your disappointment and heartbreak. How dare you get your hopes up like that? You know how it always ends. How could a charming, funny and handsome guy like Sirius ever want to be with someone like you? 

Your thoughts spiral negatively and you swear to never get your hopes up again but are pulled out of it when you hear your friend’s phone ring from across the table. Snapping your head up, you watch your beautiful friend reach for her phone only for the ringing to suddenly stop and you’re forcefully turned around to face a very sober-looking Sirius, “I asked for your number, Dollface,” he raises a hand to caress your soft cheek with the back of his fingers, his touch gentle and kind despite the dark look in his eyes, “not hers,” Sirius feels somewhat insulted, “I know what I want,” ‘you’ his eyes say silently but earnestly, “I’m not letting you decide for me,” 

A/N : i really wish i could have developed this more but i swore to myself that each cake request had to be between 1 to 2k words just to be fair and so i don't tire myself out with requests. Vanessa! my darling! i hope this did you justice! im sorry if it's not enough, i wish i could do more but i did my best for you, my love!

1K MILESTONE EVENT : CLOSED | NAVI.

[libbybuxbaum]

sunflower, vol. 6

˚｡⋆୨ welcome to my blog!! my name is elizabeth but i have many many nicknames, feel free to make your own!

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[wish-i-were-heather]

hey so. go to sleep.

hey so. why would i do that?

[suxnyfllower]

wait, wait, what's this about?? im so behind on whats happening 😭

★ ─ the pistop podcast boys have found themselves in quite the pickle saying "nobody care about racing", admitting to not knowing who jm correa is, talking about "chatting up birds". also the fact that one of the hosts (idk who) asked Lissie Mackintosh (my queen, my icon) “who is the hottest f1 driver?”, all in all people are pretty pissed at them for a lot of reasons. And don't worry boo, I am just as behind as you 😭

[muichirolover14]

Oh how did Muzan get into this?? Is Kagaya going to pull up next? They'll be stunned to see who I am... :3 ~☀anon

Muzan? Kagaya? Who you are!?

HUUUH!?