#sparklesparkle

[alda-rana]

Inktober 28: Sparkle. (What's the status of discourse on Twilight nowadays? Are we still making fun of it or is it rehabilitated? never read or seen them myself)

[foxxmoth]

Actor Mark in a Twitter™️ dress!

[an-introverted-life]

I have a new favourite medium. 😊 ✨ . #art #artist #vancouverartist #rhinestones #sparklesparkle #abstract #abstractart (at Vancouver, British Columbia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpSArYWutsJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kookies-and-cream-16]

Ight imma do the unthinkable rn

Genie, I wish that you'd be a good boy and get your friends out of @ilovepurplebeavers's house

Hooray! Thank you! Peace and quiet.

(unless we wish them back and embrace the chaos)

OMG GUYS LOOK WHAT I FOUND

[finch-drawsstuff]

im on a roll, so heres some more whiteboard drawings !! ft. lucky [ as always ], my drawing of @ignis-gif 's bat toon, another drawing of chip and a few mini guest appearances

the minis up closer- only lucky was me here

[ butch roboscreech in red from @ignis-gif, lucky in green, and bebop sparklesparkles in purple- dk their blog name ]

[tokyomiracle]

Chapter 2 Page 1 just released! New pages every Thursday. ^_^

[READ TOKYO MIRACLE CHAPTER 2 HERE!

[nightseeye]

Subspace to Boombox to Skateboard to Hyperlaser pipeline

[pizzicato-drops]

Sparklesparkle

[deityoftherain]

touch-starved excursion - Scott-Centric w/Etho Wild Life EP 1 Fanfic

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Gen, M/M but also none? Ambiguous sparklesparkle

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 1,424

Summary: [Insert image of Scott and Etho sitting in the boat together during Wild Life Session 1] That's it, that's the fic.

Inspired by @celestial-clownz https://www.tumblr.com/celestial-clownz/766284661578170368/i-would-also-like-to-request-scottho-perhaps-the

Full fanfic underneath the cut! Please reblog, leave kudos on the AO3 fic slash notes/likes here on Tumblr, comment either place, and etc if you enjoy the story :D

Summary Alternative (fic below image):

There were many things Scott had wondered about when Grian proposed Wild Life to them, but this certainly wasn’t one of them. Not that it was bad, by any means, but he could feel his face heating up with each passing moment. Scott attempted to joke enough with his friends to laugh suspicion off of him, not wanting the teasing to shift to a personal attack against him, and it seemed to work for the most part!

Hold on, wait– let’s back up for a moment.

The first wild card of the game altered their heights, making them taller every time they jumped and shorter every time they crouched. The height-change toggles made everything much more difficult to complete, especially when trying to crouch near ledges– he would know, he almost died because of it– but it wasn’t too bad, all things considered.

Scott was positive that future wild cards would be much, much worse than gaining the ability to change their size at will, but that was for Future Scott to worry about. Present Scott was too busy to be worrying about those right now. He was having a blast as he messed around with his friends, laughing and cracking jokes with whoever happened to join in. 

He wasn’t exactly sure why a handful of them decided to take a boat and row around within the wide river, but these early days were filled to the brim with supply gathering and lighthearted shenanigans such as this. Almost everyone was on dark green, made obvious by their eyes, making the only threat to their lives the typical mobs and their own negligence. People weren’t as hesitant to engage with one another for fears of being stabbed in the back just yet.

Moments of joy and bliss such as these were a significant reason why Scott continued to accept Grian’s invitation to these games of death, despite how heightened (ha!) his anxiety could get the longer he spent on the server. That, and he was good at it! He even had a win, maybe two under his belt! The rush of winning– of getting far– was a thrill so addicting he didn’t foresee himself escaping anytime soon. 

Besides, increased anxiety was expected for everyone who grew more fidgety and paranoid the more lives were lost, bloodlust festering and pumping extra adrenaline through their veins. He didn’t have to think that far ahead just yet, so he ignored the nagging within his brain in favor of the situation at hand.

Scott hopped into a boat with Etho first, so tiny he compared himself to a bug. He couldn’t even see over the edge of the boat’s rim unless he went on his tippy toes, but the novelty of it all entertained him more than the actual boat ride. Scott spent the next however long taking turns with the others, altering his own size whenever he switched off and got back onto land.

So why was Scott’s face flushing pink?

No, it wasn’t because of how hard he was laughing, though he would definitely allow others to come to that conclusion. It wasn’t like Scott could come up with a better misdirect if someone decided to call him out on the blush that painted his cheeks. The coloring was so undeniably vibrant against his freckles and fair complexion. 

Scott couldn’t help it though; his mind fixated on just how close Etho was to him. 

Boats tended to force Players fairly close together to start with, but with the wild card this session altering their sizes, it eventually managed to bring them even closer than Scott had ever guessed Etho would allow or feel comfortable doing. Scott had half the mind to not cross those boundaries and pull away himself, but Etho never pushed Scott away from him nor had he tried to flee the spot where he sat, so Scott didn’t dare punish himself if Etho was content.

Scott stood at a fairly average height; he wasn’t particularly short, but he also wasn’t  particularly tall either. Etho, on the other hand, would be labeled as tall. He had a good few inches on Scott, making it clear that there was a height difference, but it wasn’t anything drastic enough for Scott to achieve within his brain as a thing.  

The wild card had other plans, however. 

Etho grew and Scott shrunk, exaggerating the height difference they already had, so the present circumstance wouldn’t have changed much even if Scott were at his typical size. Due to their altered bodies and the boat’s space restriction, Scott was practically forced to sit in Etho’s lap… not that he minded that too much. 

The other man’s legs rested alongside Scott’s legs as his back laid flush against Etho’s torso. Etho interlocked his fingers and rested them on top of Scott’s head, using himself as a pillow and Scott as a vertical bed. Etho wasn’t known to be the most physically affectionate person, so Scott assured he was doing this to put on a bit of a show because of the wild card, but Scott couldn’t help but feel honored that he had chosen him for that task.

His heartbeat quickened its past as Scott started to daydream of Etho’s long, nimble fingers tangling themselves in his blue waves instead of with each other. If they didn’t have a potential audience around, perhaps Etho would wander Scott’s body, brushing gentle touches against sensitive skin and various curves. Or, if Scott was really lucky, Etho would curl his arms around Scott’s torso and bury his face into Scott’s hair or against his neck. 

Oh, how Scott longed to be encompassed so thoroughly, surrounded by love, affection, and a comforting touch… though these thoughts were likely a result of Scott’s neediness. Touch was extremely important to him, especially casual signs of affection. They were a way to display care without words, and they helped ease the sick, fragile ache of being touch starved.

Perhaps that was why sitting on Etho caused flowers of all kinds of colors to grow in his hair and on the surface of the water around them, brought into life without conscious thought. They were his specialty, after all, so it was no wonder why their creation came so naturally. It was concerning that they had arrived without him realizing at first, however. Flowers often appeared around him as a physical indicator of strong emotions, meaning the flusteredness wasn’t just some baseline infatuation. 

Maybe the flowers were brought on less because of Etho and more because of the comfortable touch. It has been a while since Scott managed to secure a chunk of time with any of his friends with everything going on. He hadn’t wanted to bother them when they weren’t open to it, so none of them have helped fulfill that desire in such a long time now. That longing only fueled the fire that raged under his skin as his mind focused on their points of contact and more flowers sprouted up around them. If Etho noticed, which Scott was sure he must have, Etho didn’t comment.

In a way, flowers were an extension of himself, so it felt incredibly cruel and unfair for them to act against him like this. It was some sort of cruel trick from the universe to expose his true emotions in such a colorful and obvious way, especially because he couldn’t lie because of his fae heritage! Half-truths tended to be sufficient enough, for Scott knew how to use them when he needed to, but his annoyance still stood.

Or maybe it didn’t.

Void, it was hard to be annoyed when Etho was so close, his face so close Scott sensed his presence even if his mask blocked most of the breath that would otherwise hit his neck.

Passively, Scott wondered if Etho could feel the rapid beating of his heart or the way his breathing hitched, but he didn’t dare ask. Scott didn’t want to risk breaking this tender moment, a blimp in the game that Etho would likely forget even if Scott didn’t. Scott wanted to enjoy every second of contact for as long as he could, for he knew it was unlikely he would find the chance to indulge himself, unless his teammates offered their services.

Unfortunately, it was only a matter of time before Etho pulled away and left Scott the boat behind. Time was precious, after all, and no one ever knew when one would experience luxury, comfort, or positive happenings for the last time. 

[frostmarris]

wip ask game!

tagged by @caipher

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I'll include channel titles from my fic idea/personal server I share with @writer168, though there aren't really any snippets to share so I'll just give a lil summary of the fic instead hehe

[green for fics that are actual wips, blue for fics that are just in brainstorming stage lol]

mermay (future red dawn daffodils scene)

fortune favors the fae

fae2electricboogaloo

the damn labyrinth au

isekai

kakusaku

10 cats and a grizzly bear (akatsukitties)

vamp sasosaku

smoldering

jewel lips

princessbday

vampire neighbors

sasosakuhida

ouran crossover 2

filfsquad

abandoned tensaku

Chiffon

valkyrie

Untitled document (hinasaku)

konasaku meadow

sparklesparkle

tagging uhhh @writer168 @konekotaichou @candy-floss-consumer @fireflylitsky @belledaynight915-blog @munchbell45 👀

[asmotheavatarofhorny]

hello, if it's okay, may I request a shy female mc who has a crush on Solomon?

“Humor Me, Will You?”

🌟

Thank you for requesting! Apologies for the late response, Christmas has disabled me horribly lmao- I’m more a fan of the brothers than the side characters/dateables, so I hope this isn’t too terribly out of character! Enjoy :)

(I’d also like to note that I made this with a female MC in mind, but I ended up not using any pronouns for MC 😅 I hope that’s alright!)

——————Warnings——————

-Solomon x Shy!MC

-Mammon is described as MC’s best friend (I’m sorry I couldn’t resist working my first man in there somehow)

-Romantic

-Fluff

-Was made with Female MC in mind but can be read as gender neutral

-Ending may seem abrupt, I was trying to get this out quick so I deeply apologize for that 🙏

(this was the only adequate gif I could find anywhere im sorry but look how cute he is omg sparklesparkle man khrjwklrjskngka)

 You had always felt closer to Solomon.

 From the first time you talked something just… clicked. You had brushed it off as him just being the only other human in the Devildom for a long time.

 The others were all amazing, but they were demons.. or angels. It’s not unexpected for you to be closer to the only other being of your kind. You are both human after all.

 But as time went on and you continued talking, you discovered it was much more than just that. You had fallen hopelessly for the one they call the ‘shady sorcerer’, and it showed.

The only problem.. you couldn’t bear to tell him. It was almost more than you could handle to look in his direction, let alone confess your love! You almost decided to just keep your feelings to yourself. That was until it happened.

You sat with your legs gingerly crossed on a checkered blanket. The sky was a bright shade of light blue, and the grass green and alive, unlike in the Devildom. Across from you, was Solomon. ‘Your lover’. He had originally planned on making lunch for the two of you, but you took the liberty instead considering his reputation with cooking.

His dark eyes met yours as he reached for your hand. His palm was warm and welcoming, unlike the demons you were used to being touched by. He used his other hand to fondle your hair, his movements slow and gentle.

You could feel your face heat up, but you didn’t shy away like you normally would. You practically melted into his touch as his palm cupped your cheek. He pulled your hand up to his mouth and kissed the back of it, his eyes never leaving yours.

You felt the urge to look away, but he was too alluring. He was like a magnet to your eyes, all you could do was give in to his soft kisses and fleeting touches.

Soon, he slipped one of his hands under your chin and pulled you in closer. Your lips were inches away from his. He had a soft blush to compliment his cool gray eyes and white locks. The gap between your lips closed and he started violently shaking you… wait- what??

You jolted out of your fantasy to be met with.. Mammon??

“Wake up, idiot, Lucifer’s starin’ right at ya.” He growled, voice just below a whisper. You glanced at Lucifer, who was staring daggers at you. Oops.. You were supposed to be in a council meeting, but you had gotten too lost in a daydream about your crush to care much.

“Well, MC? Diavolo asked you a question.” Lucifer was looking right through you like he could see exactly what you were thinking. It made you flush at the thought.

“Don’t be so serious, Lucifer!” Diavolo (thankfully) intervened causing Lucifer’s death glare to die down. “So, MC. How would you feel about working with Solomon to make a presentation for the….”

Working with who??! Your heart started pounding out of your chest at the thought.. Just imagine staying the night at Purgatory Hall, losing track of time and falling asleep together, waking up cuddled up with each other and— wait, what had Diavolo said again?

“Well?” Diavolo waited for your answer.

“Yes!” You said a bit too enthusiastically, and a bit too loud. “Uh- I mean.. I would love to,” you remedied, smiling awkwardly.

“Wonderful! Meeting adjourned, then.”

You let out a sigh at that, thankful that it was finally over. That entire experience was horribly overwhelming.

“Hey, MC, what was that?” Mammon quipped with a playful nudge to your arm.

“Leave me alone, Mammon,” you sarcastically glared his way. He had appointed himself your best friend a while back, and you always walked to and from the HoL together. ‘I’m responsible for ya, after all’ he had labeled it as.

“Whatever. Stupid humans and their fantasies,” he insulted with a smirk as you each grabbed your stuff out of your lockers, which were (thanks to Lucifer assigning him as your ‘protector’) right next to each other. You closed your locker after getting your bag, only to be met with a face behind the door?!

You jumped rather characteristically, almost bumping into Mammon and taking him down to the floor with you. Luckily, the mystery stalker had caught you. Your faces a few inches away from each other, his hand positioned on your lower back to balance you. You could feel your face flush as you realized the close proximity.

His soft pale features also turned a warm shade of pink at the realization, causing the white haired sorcerer to pull back and clear his throat in an attempt to dispel the red hue on his face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckled. So it was only Solomon.

“Oh! Uhm, it’s okay. I don’t mind,” you had meant to reassure him, “I mean- it’s not a big deal, I wasn’t really that scared.” You smiled and looked down at your feet. You could feel your hands clamming up and your face getting warmer. Oh my Diavolo, why do I have to be so awkward??!

“Wha’da ya’ want Solomon?” Mammon, inquired all too harshly, naturally suspicious of anyone who got to close to you.

“Well me and MC are partners for the human realm’s portion of the project, aren’t we?” He explained, making eye contact with you hoping for your assurance. You nodded excitedly, earning a glare from the demon.

Solomon smirked slightly at your enthusiasm, “So, since we’re partners, you wouldn’t mind walking back to Purgatory Hall with me? I think Luke was planning on making cupcakes.” Your could have sworn your heart skipped a beat.

“Y-Yeah!” You agreed, “I’d love to!”

“Wait just a second,” Mammon scolded before leaning closer to you; “Are ya’ sure ya wanna go back with this guy?” He looked into your eyes, he was worried about you, sure. But couldn’t he let you have a life once in a while?

“I’ll be fine, Mammon. Don’t worry so much.”

“Great,” Solomon reached out for your hand, which you happily offered. “We’ll be seeing you, Mammon.” You glanced back at the Avatar of Greed, who was leaning against his locker with a suspicious look adorning his face. You almost felt bad for leaving him like this, but you had greater matters to attend to. You were holding hands with Solomon!! You were so excited you could almost scream!

“So, do you have any ideas?” Solomon asked, attempting to make small talk.

“Huh?” Oh right, the project. “Oh, uhm.. I was hoping you would.” You giggled nervously, the close proximity making your head spin.

“I guess we’re both lost then.” Solomon chuckled. His eyes wondered in thought, you thought he looked gorgeous with the way the soft lamp light of the Devildom reflected off his fair complexion. “You know,” he started, “I’m glad we were chosen to be partners.”

He looked over at you, your eyes meeting. In his eyes you could see nothing but sincerity. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to be this close to another human. Thank you for that.” He smiled, and you could almost catch a glimpse of sadness in his eyes. “How about we go out together instead of going back to Purgatory Hall? I know a good coffee shop that’s within walking distance.” He offered with a nod towards the direction of your destination.

You could feel your face light on fire at the thought. “What about the project?” You asked.

“It’s not due for another month or so, it’s not a huge priority right now.” Solomon responded, looking for any excuse he could belt out to make you say yes,

“Come on, humor me, will you?”

[draculaforce]

green green green green green green green green sparkle and green and also sparklesparkle and greensparkle sparklegreen ❇

I love lovie you 💖

[sillyboystimms]

Uzui tengen Stimboard?

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

He seems like a fun character based on his wiki page!! I chose lots of sparklesparkles for this one, woof!! Hope you enjoy!!!

-Sillyboy

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[sunset-sunbun]

i know i just shared my dandelion post but i wanna show you guys some of my more favorite pictures i took

more to come sparklesparkle

[amarcia]

do you have any extra info youd be willing to share about your padawan oc? really love whole vibe

Oh hey, most definitely so, here is a few:

001. His full name is Cirzpibog Shio-Imiela. It means One that endures fate, Tide/current - Mistletoe.

002. He is apprenticed at young age (7) by a Jedi Consular Enah Eraclea, another oc that I drew a few times, like in this comic. She will eventually die fighting the clones during order 66 to buy him time to escape. You’ve heard this plot before, yes.

003. He loves to eat, and especially sweets, and he became very fast by the sheer need to outrun all the other younglings for the best slice of cake during lunch hours.

004. He makes friends whenever he goes. He has the force and the power of friendship at his side.

005. The grass and the sky talk to him.

006. He’s a Pantoran, so he likes cold temperatures, so his room is ridiculously air conditioned.

007. He can force-move things bigger than himself, because a kid lifting a grown man in the air is always fun.

008. Flight lessons are the bane of his existence. He flies air vessels like a madman, not in a good way, in a derogatory ‘who gave you a license’ kind of way (no one gave him the license)

009. He’s 100% that youngling that gets held by a jedi master during important discussion and counts himself as a participant, nodding wisely even though he doesn’t understand one third of words

010. He collects pretty rocks, one from each planet he visits. He might gift them to you.

011. He has two moods: ‘My actions reflect on my master and the entirety of the jedi order.’ or  ‘✨ 👀 🤩 ✨✨👁️  👁️!!!!!sparklesparkle’

012. He WILL live long enough to witness another destruction of the jedi order in sequels-canon or another war breaking out in legends lore (which results in the praxeum getting blown up) and his life will end protecting a youngling to buy them time to escape, and with that, the rhyme is complete.

[tottymatsuno]

This is so funny bc like my eyes are always on Todomatsu so i was like WHYD YOU GO OVER THERE IF YOU WERE JUST GONNA GET KNOCKED OVER

And then i saw nyaas deadbeat baby daddy and was even more outraged bc this pretty boy going "im good sparklesparkle" go fix a server or network or something loser go to.work go do your job youre ruining her life

Edit: Wait, why is nyaas tall, yaoi super sized ass husband running towards an unaware Todomatsu after throwing offbhis jacket?! Listen!! Do not touch my man, go wreck your own home, harlot!!!