#writing muse: and the hot

[crabsnpersimmons]

writing muse: Art Muse, draw Moon as a himbo.

art muse: HOT

me: why?

writing muse [takes out her notes for the hairdresser AU]: Ahem, "Along with separating the Sun and Moon AIs into their own bodies, the Moon body was upgraded in order to be better equipped for his security role. His new body allows him to operate in the day and is bulkier to provide more strength, durability, and intimidation against security threats. Over time, Moon develops body dysmorphia as he realizes this new body cannot always function the way his old body used to."

me: wait what was that last part--

art muse: HOT

writing muse: Do it.

me: my muscle memory hates this, this is not right

art muse: HOT

writing muse: Not thicc enough. Make him thiccer.

me: whyyyyyy

[helixcraft]

the fish that keeps appearing all over my recommended only that he's out of jail and happy

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

I Do

TW: Blood, bruises, and some angst

Ya girl has some off-days from college, and she's decided to use em. Missed y'all < 3

The villain's gloved fingers drummed impatiently on the table, his dark shadow looming over the hero with a promise of danger.

"What's it going to be, Hero? I sell those codes to Supervillain? Or you comply with our little agreement?" His tone was perfectly calm, eerily so, his eyes impossible to read behind the domino mask, but he still emanated danger, his lips drawn together in a tight line.

It was cruel calling it 'their' agreement because the hero had no hand in this. The suggestion had left her more shocked than angry, still reeling from the villain's words.

"Marry me," he'd said in a commanding tone. Like any other choice would've been the wrong answer, tilting her chin upwards ever so subtly.

And the hero held his gaze, transfixed, gasping and laughing and hoping this was nothing but a fever dream.

"Wha-" the hero choked out incoherently.

The villain had let go of her face, his hands resting on the top of her chair. "I can repeat it as many times as you want me to," he stage-whispered against the shell of her ear, his tone gentle and dangerous all at once.

"But, I don't understand. What could you possibly gain from this of all things? You despise me, Villain." She truly couldn't process any of what she was told, the mere idea of being tethered so bindingly to her worst enemy leaving her mind an ineffective, nervous wreck.

The villain huffed out a rough laugh, very genuine and horribly cruel. "Oh, but I do despise you. Very much. I despise how defeated and humiliated you left me in front of half the city . Despised the fact that you got me locked up. Despised how for the very first time, I actually felt like I lost the game, and I'm a rather sore loser, you know." The villain's demeanour was eerily calm, his shoulders straight, his resting face showing nothing but a placid neutrality as he turned to stand in front of the hero, but it was arguably more terrifying, more unpredictable.

"I just want to see you as defeated as I've been, Hero. Bound so intimately to your worst enemy, your greatest nightmare. If you do this, it means admitting to me, and more importantly, to yourself, that the only option you have is bending to my whims," he crooned, his lips curling into a wicked smirk.

The hero wanted to scream, to kick the villain in the teeth and watch the blood trickle down his lips and the bruising dye his skin a grotesque purple. She wanted to think of a clever solution that left the man's face contorted with a strange mix of hatred and respect, to blow his plan up in his face. Anything that would spare her this hell.

"Did I mention you have exactly five minutes to decide?" he piped up casually, examining his nails.

The hero swore and the villain let out a half-snicker. This was madness. A death sentence that would last for the rest of her life. And it didn't matter if she said no, if she undid whatever she could of the havoc those codes would wreak in Supervillain's hands. The conviction so heavily saturated in the villain's tone, the way his jaw clenched and his fists tightened was more than enough proof that he would spread more chaos, spark more fights, destroy an endless array of things and lives until she gave in to him.

The villain loved control like he loved the air he breathed, even more so, like a drug that left him intoxicated and lusting for more.

If she didn't listen, she was sending everyone she cared about, sending the city, the whole world if the villain had it his way, to hell.

The hero sucked in a measured breath, reading the contract word for word, from the title to the fine print, scouring it for a loophole she could use, for any more tricks up the villain's sleeve, just to find nothing. She tried to relax her tensed shoulders, her grip merciless on the pen in her erratically shaking hands, every curve and line of the letters of her name feeling like a blade was slicing through her heartstrings like how one would rip a stalk; slowly, unevenly, time seeming to slow down and the world seeming to freeze for a moment that felt like a thousand years and then some.

The villain didn't smile or laugh or let any display of emotion etch itself onto the harsh lines of his features. He nodded curtly instead, snatching the paper and folding it into a square and tucking it in a well-concealed pocket of his suit. "The cruelty only ends here," he attested, his voice tight and no longer playful, the way it was whenever he promised something.

The hero nodded, swallowing the humiliation at the back of her throat, even though she wasn't inclined to believe him.

"There's a ceremony. Nothing very insane, just you, me and an officiator. This is just a contract, not a marriage certificate, even if we both know which one of those is more binding. You'll show up today, if you know what's good for you, heroine."

The hero wasn't sure when she was up on her feet and slapping the villain harshly across the face, blood spurting from his mouth and staining his perfectly straight teeth, as he only grit them into a manic grin, shaking with a hoarse cackle as he wiped the blood of his face "Is that how you treat your husband, my dear? Do they forget to teach you manners at the hero agency?"

The hero was too dazed with rage to speak, trying to mar the villain's visage with another rough blow to it, until he caught her hand with an iron fist. "I said I'd never hurt you for nothing, but not that I'd let you do to me what you please without consequence. So play nice, darling." The villain let go of her arm slowly, the bruises he left in his wake more than enough of a warning.

The second he left, the hero didn't cry as she thought she would, she didn't scream, she didn't destroy everything around her or rip through her hair. Instead, she slid down against the wall, expressionless but breathing hard, her lungs hungry for air that seemed so unfairly little, her heart playing songs of anxiety and fury and sorrow every horrible emotion she'd ever known.

She was marrying the villain. Marrying the villain, and she couldn't do a thing about it. Marrying him and no one would come to save her.

Sometimes being a hero means saving the whole world except yourself.

✨️Timeskip✨️

Sure enough, the villain was there in a tailored suit, in front of his house her new prison, where he'd told her to show up, the officiator standing with a solemn expression on his face.

The villain wasn't supposed to be handsome, the dark brown hair she was normally used to seeing messy and caked with blood slightly damp with gel and mostly hanging in loose, luscious waves, his eyes a dazzling green-blue, long, dark lashes framing them in a way that put the best kinds of kohl to shame and his cheekbones sharp and high-set, the split on his lip hardly distracting from the rest of his appearance. It was so unbelievably stupid, so inconsequential, and yet the hero hated him even more for his tantalisingly beautiful features, for the way his grin would've fooled her into thinking he truly was in love, if she didn't notice how it didn't reach up to his eyes.

The hero hadn't paid any mind to whatever the officiator had said until it was her turn to say 'I do', flashing the villain a terribly fake smile that wasn't half as charming as his, but it would have to do as she slid a simple platinum ring on his finger, and he slid a diamond ring onto hers.

"Let's go," the villain said when they were finally done, gently taking the hero's gloved hand in his and leading her up the stairs and into the mansion.

The heroine was not one to admit defeat and snap in half in the fashion that a twig would. Many a battle would need to be lost for a victory in the war, many a sacrifice would have to be made for a greater reward. She would take the pain like stone would take a blunt pickaxe, just to twist a knife in the villain's chest when he least expected. Because history forgets everyone but those who laugh the last.

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[anzus-domain]

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[nova--spark]

To no one's surprise

We are adding another to the OpLita Bunch in Reborn Spark

[ gif by @blitzy-blitzwing ]

Because I have the stupid need to expand these families too much and also Because it's funny

[pennyserenade]

god bless

[zombified-hoglin]

Got a silly idea of a soulmate au with Xisuma who's trying his best and somewhat failing at not being jealous of Joel being Etho's soulmate in secret life

Joel's great, he's a very neat guy for sure, truly a wonderful servermate, but... Xisuma can't deny that he's not fond of soulmates in general

It's a fairly rare phenomenon, it's not just the red strings of fate that connect soulmates, there's a few different types, names or timers on wrists, words that appear on your skin, matching tattoos, songs stuck in heads

He doesn't know which is worse, having someone that knows everything about you or knowing that the universe didn't deem you worthy of having someone like that

Xisuma had a soulmate mark at one point in time but it's long gone now, a scar covering where the name used to be, it was thought that if the universe wanted people together so badly that it'd even be able to happen when one of them was missing their mark

He hasn't thought about soulmates in years until after double life and Etho had brought it up, not noticing how Etho looked at him out of the corner of his eyes, like he was expecting something

Etho didn't bring up the topic of soulmates again for a while, not until they were on the roof of Xisuma's base, watching a meteor shower

It was nice having the warmth of Etho beside him, the air around them a little colder than he usually likes it

Xisuma gets startled by Etho tracing over the scar where his soulmark used to be, the sensation sending shivers down his spine, he hears a soft "oh..." as Etho's eyes narrowed

He tries to laugh it off, redirect the conversation before he stops in his tracks as Etho tugs down his glove, showing a name resting on his wrist, Xisuma's name

Oh

[livesincerely]

“I thought I saw you sneak up here,” Jack murmurs.

“...I just needed some air,” Davey says in a thin, quiet voice, staring determinedly out into the darkness.

“Got room for one more?” Jack asks, stepping closer.

Davey gives a tiny shrug, wrapping his arms around himself. Taking this as permission, Jack clambers up onto the ledge and sits down beside him, not quite close enough to touch, letting his legs dangle over the edge.

The silence stretches on and on, as vast as the expanse of sky overhead. Hesitant, Jack allows it to linger for a long, breathless moment, and he’s honestly not sure if he’s trying to gather his thoughts or his nerve.

But finally he says, “Ain’t seen much’a you tonight. Ain’t seen much’a you in ages, really.”

He pauses there, trying to judge Davey’s reaction to his gentle prodding. But Davey doesn’t move, doesn’t even turn to face him, as still and stone-faced as a statue.

The pit in Jack’s stomach grows even wider.

Aloud he continues, “And I’m not tryin’ ta point fingers, Dave, but I’m startin’ to worry that somethin’s gone wrong between us. Horribly wrong. Maybe—“ He sucks in a breath. “Maybe so wrong that it can’t be fixed.”

He wants Davey to reassure him, to explain away the unease that colors their every interaction, why each conversation seems to end with a thousand words left unspoken. To say that it’s all going to be okay.

But he doesn’t say anything. Not a single, godforsaken word, and somehow, out of everything, that’s what cuts the deepest.

[pink-concorde]

☾𖤓 Happy Zutara Month! 𖤓☽

Day Seven: Touch Starved

“Of course he just had to sleep shirtless.”

So I originally had nothing planned for this day of Zutara Month, but then I read @jasmine-tea-latte’s chapter for the day and I had to draw something.

[tsukkisloser]

gosh dude I just really really wanna be tsukishima’s bitch :( I wanna follow him around and kiss up to him and do literally anything he wants me to. I want him to use me :( anytime he’s horny? I’m choking on his dick or being bent over. he’s such a meanie too and I’d practically suck his dick defending him from ppl who misunderstand him (even if they’re a little right). and the fact that he wouldn’t even really acknowledge me makes it so much hotter :( mmmpjhgv I wanna worship him

[wildernessuntothemselves]

most of my fics are obviously for gyu so it makes me wonder what my readers prefer to see from me

[sunwarmed-ash]

Sorry ive been so MIA

I miss yall, so damn much

[jessieren]

Ok… I fully accept that he may very well not be naked/half naked here but imagination is a wonderful thing

Plus I love this episode- and the fact that he slept in the bath…

I mean what??

Side point.. I wonder if Evans does sleep naked.. Hmm I may need to muse on that point a little more

You know.. for science

[cxpperhead]

"It's World Snake Day? Perhaps I should treat mine to some tasty treats today..."

[grimowled]

;ooc

[spiderwarden]

Karlach Origin Death scene acting like Romanced Minthara wouldn’t be right next to her clutching into her burning her hands and scarring herself purposely to have one last affection lingering touch seared into her skin and crying her eyes out as she shifts her scorched hands through the ashes and only just barely has the lucidity to gather up Karlach’s ashes into a jar.