#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 👀

[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

[sweetpawtea]

why does he have 4 arms. well. I got bored #primotaliicookie ~ og post by paintaya on Twitter

"He Kills People. This costume version. Thinks the only way to free people from the scripts written by fate is through death so he thinks he’s helping But He’s Literally Killing People 😭😭😭"

Okay but in his defense he doesn't know and if you think about it deeper he is helping people by essentially giving them a painless and quick death to get them out of said written by fate script (trust me bro)

Anyways I NEED to draw this costume it looks so cool AH I really love four armed characters as well SPARKLESPARKLE

[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!!!

[mika-0730]

sparklesparkle!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA thank you!!!!!!!! Absolutely same back to you!!!!!! *pets the mothgirlthing*