#I hit 500 followers!

[yuri-is-online]

Hi, there, again! 🌼

If it's not too much trouble, make a second and last request, I can request:

There is a really lovely moon outside tonight that you find yourself admiring, but if you would just turn around you would find someone admiring you.

With Silver, Jack and Sebek

Take your time and at your pace, bye 🌠🌌✍️💐

11. There is a really lovely moon outside tonight that you find yourself admiring, but if you would just turn around you would find someone admiring you.

Hello again yourself! Sorry this took forever! I hope you like this I was considering not putting that prompt on the list but I did anyway because I really like the moon. She does so much for romance, we should thank her.

notes: they/them used for Yuu. I should write more Silver the glomas made me think about him more, Jack gets made fun of, and Sebek is Sebek. The other event requests can be found on my masterlist here.

Silver

It is rude to stare, but Silver gave up willing himself not to blink a long time ago. He is afraid that he will put himself right to sleep and be forced to content himself with a hazy memory of your beauty. Not that he is opposed to dreaming of you, he is sure he does already anyway, he just... can't remember it.

"Silver?" He has been caught, you are blocking his vision, but he is only looking at you anyway so he finds himself smiling. "Are you ok?" You reach to check his forehead and he sighs happily into your touch.

"I'm glad you came to see if I was alright, but I promise I'm ok." You let him take your hand in his and guide you to sit next to him, he finds his smile widening but he can't see how you react. "I wonder if humans are warmer in your world."

"Oh um," he falls onto your shoulder, eyes closed but not asleep and reveling in the completely unfamiliar feeling "I don't think we are. Were? W-why would you think something like that?"

"Because I'm always really warm whenever I'm with you." He takes your hand into his lap and places his other over it, breathing deeply and slowly. "Oh and you are getting even warmer now! That's amazing. Unless it's not nice and you are uncomfortable?"

"No I'm fine." Your whisper tickles his ear even if it's not quite next to it. That's another thing he finds amazing about you, your voice has a really powerful effect on people when you lower it. That's the only way he can think to explain his increased heart rate. But then...

"Are you sure?" He opens his eyes to look up at you, your eyes aren't on him anymore, but they aren't on anyone else. You seem to be very determined to continue admiring the moon, even when he has placed himself in your grasp. There is a strange sort of ache in his chest at the thought of your voice being used on anyone else. "I would hate to be keeping you from anyone else..." You turn, more slowly than he would like but probably completely normally, to look at him and steal him back away to daydreams with your smile.

"Don't worry Silver," you squeeze the hands that hold you and rest your head on his "I'm right where I want to be. Promise." And so does he.

Jack

"Tale as old as tiiime~" Ruggie croons somewhere off to the side and Jack takes a deep breath and tries to remind himself that this is his valued senior. "True as it can be~" Someone he deeply admires, who he wants to think highly of him. "Barely even friends~"

"Zip it." Jack growls as soon as you turn towards the noise, not wanting his reverie to be interrupted just yet only to find Leona standing next to Ruggie with just as smug of a look on his face.

"Then somebody bends, unexpectedly~" He has a surprisingly nice voice. Jack really wishes the first time he heard his dorm leader sing was not at his expense. "Aww look Ruggie he's blushing. Didn't know he could do that."

"Shishishishi. And now that you've pointed it out his ears are drooping, poor baby is embarrassed."

"Of course I'm embarrassed," he growls more than grumbles, but Ruggie doesn't even bother pretending to be afraid, to say nothing of how unfazed Leona is "you don't gotta go airing my business for everyone."

"So there is somethin' there." Leona laughs and Jack makes the mistake of looking back towards you.

You have gone back to leaning on the balcony, the moonlight glitters off silk of your costume or maybe it's just his heartsickness messing with his head. Jack rather likes the moon himself, the tales of werewolves his parents would tell had always excited more than frightened him. There was something that just felt right about letting the moonlight embrace him, like he was meant to exist under it. The way moonlight looks on you makes him think the same thing; that maybe he is allowed to want to keep you here forever basking in its glow. He moves, he tells himself it's because Leona and Ruggie have started humming that dumb song again, but the pull of the moon drowns out every word as he stumbles inelegantly to your side.

"I was wondering when you were finally going to come out here." You are enviably relaxed, moving to make room for him on the balcony he takes all of, not wanting there to any ambiguity in why he is standing with you.

"Sorry you were waiting so long." His tail briefly touches your leg before he reels it back to its proper place as he tries to keep his eyes firmly placed on the moon.  He hears you take a deep, deep breath of air and turns to see the puff of steam that you exhale.  “Are you cold?”  He worriedly asks, mind already racing for a solution that doesn’t involve too much actual helping on his part.  But despite that desire he finds himself pulling you into his side before you can say anything.

"Well not anymore." Your voice is muffled by his embarrassment more than his weight. "Stay with me? The moon is too pretty to go back inside just yet." His worry is not enough to deny you.

Sebek

His place is by Lord Malleus's side. His hard won, honored place, the only thing he is allowed to desire is his praise. Sebek is aware more than anyone how merciful his lord is, he has so far to go to be worthy of anything other than the role he has been given, even as he screams for more at every given opportunity.

That is why all he is willing to allow himself to do is look. Look, long, and admire. Sebek can stare a hole deep enough to bury himself at your side as he silently praises the moonlight that shrouds his people for how well it suits your form. He knows his words are inelegant, that his prose is crude, that his knowledge of human courtship is-

"Go on." Master Lilia has descended from the ceiling causing someone (not him certainly) to startle. "You want to, don't you? It's a ball, you're a knight. Go on, talk to them."

His feet move before his mind does, bringing him into full view of the moon as he imagines you catching your breath as you turn to see him.

"Sebek! Have you come to look at the sky too?" You speak so freely, foolishly unconcerned with decorum and yet admirably free in yourself. "It's beautiful tonight."

"Why are you mumbling?" He grumbles himself, trying to focus on the soothing, cool light as you shrink into yourself. "I can barely hear you human, usually you have no trouble speaking to me." It's annoying really, considering how loud you can be to insult him by speaking so slowly now.

"The moon." You choke and refuse to elaborate. He fumbles around in his waist coat for a handkerchief and fussily hands it over.

"Humans are so weak." Don't get sick oh please don't get sick. "You should have accounted for this when picking your costume." If anything happens to you I'll get sick myself from worry. "You should be grateful Master Lilia noticed you were alone and sent me over to check on you."

"Thank you Sebek." You manage a normal tone before he makes it clear he intends to wipe your nose himself. He almost wishes you would speak and save him from the tenderness of the moment. But you don't you just let him do as he pleases and allow him to pretend to return to admiring the moon.

And miss the way you continue to admire him.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #silver x reader #jack howl x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #500 followers celebration #i am sorry this took so long and was so short #i am a basket case of emotions #and don't get to hit anything until tomorrow if that is even wise

[cheekinpermission]

TWST Ask Game!!

General

1. Who's hand did you first grab? Why? Would you choose someone else if you could do it over again?

2. Who is on your homescreen?

3. What does your guest room look like?

4. Who is on your main team?

5. If you could have any unique magic / signature spell in the game, which would you choose and why?

6. First SSR? Most recent SSR?

7. Is there an SSR you really wanted but never got?

8. Is there any character who seems to follow you (i.e. they always seem to pop up when you're trying to summon someone else)?

9. What changes would you like to see implemented in the game?

Favorites and Least Favorites

10. Top five favorite characters?

11. Favorite character from each dorm?

12. Least favorite character from each dorm? 13. Favorite NRC staff member? 14. Favorite non-NRC character? 15. Favorite dorm?

16. Favorite character design?

17. Favorite overblot design?

18. Favorite dorm uniform?

19. Favorite event?

20. Favorite book from the main story?

21. Favorite R card that you own? Favorite SR? Favorite SSR?

22. Favorite relationships? (Romantic or platonic!!)

Personal

23. Which dorm would you be sorted into? 24. Which character(s) would you get along with the most? 25. Which character(s) would you actively avoid? 26. When did you start playing TWST? 27. What drew you into TWST? What made you stay? 28. What is the TWST related content that you've produced that you are most proud of?

Wild Card

29. What is your opinion on [any character you like!] 30. Make up your own question!

#thank you for 500 followers!! #i'd say a limit of 3 questions per ask just cause i tend to get a little wordy lmao #but tbh i wont be too strict on it #as long as someone doesn't just hit me with a 1-30 lol #i came up with the questions on my own but im sure there's overlap with other twst ask memes #i just wanted to make one with questions i felt comfortable answering lmao #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #twst ask game #cheekinrambles #ofc anyone else is free to use it if they want to play on their own blogs :) #just one ask and i'll consider this a win LMAO #im always so paranoid that i'll do stuff like this and get no interaction rip #okay sorry ill shut up

[kylominis]

Meeting up with Sallow for some drinks and he isn't one to hide how delighted he is [♡]

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy fanart #hogwarts legacy #they think i'm an ominis garlie but they don't know i have two hands for a reason #mydrawings #oh and i see i hit 500 followers tHANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING ME #AND LIKING MY STUFF #;A;

[basketobread]

i hope i am not just some random bg3 artist to u all... but a friend <3 (and your strongest warrior pls pls pls with a cherry on top)

#also this blog hit 500+ followers today even though it literally just hit 200 like a few days ago um #i love u all thank u for enjoying my work #i hope my idiocy will bring u guys entertainment even months from now #i wish i could do a proper thank you but alas... #my thank you will be continuing to come up with dumb comic ideas and silly doodles #also i promise im still getting around to the asks ive received IM SORRY IF UR STILL WAITING #gotta draw up responses HAHA #i literally audibly gasp when i receive asks + some of them are so fun and creative too?? UR KILLIN ME!! #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bob talks

[thelordofgifs]

Congrats on 300 followers! Fic prompt if you want: Maedhros has been released from mandos because of Reasons but maglor is still MIA in middle earth and mae has Some Thoughts about this

Thank you for the prompt, anon! Sorry it's been *check notes* a month and a half.

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Maedhros was almost the last of his family to return to life; only his father still lingered in the depths of Mandos, and would, some said, until the end of the world itself.

Maedhros found he cared very little about this. He had spent too long, in his first life, reminding himself that he was Fëanor's son, and Fëanor's heir, with all that entailed; and it had led him in the end only to ruin. Perhaps, this time around, he might do better. If even Curufin could walk again with the wife he had disavowed, and the son who had disavowed him – if Celegorm, who had wronged an elf-maid so cruelly, could hunt with Aredhel of all people once more – perhaps there was hope.

Well, there was more than hope: there was Fingon, who had been waiting for him when he first emerged from the Halls of Mandos. With the solid weight of Fingon's warm hand in his, Maedhros had begun to believe that living again would be possible. It was a belief that lasted until the first tear-filled reunion with his mother and brothers was over, and he asked, "Is Káno yet to return from Mandos?"

Everyone went very quiet.

At last someone – he did not later recall who – informed him that Maglor would not be returning from Mandos. Maglor had never died; and, as far as anyone knew, he wandered Middle-earth yet, although the Grey Havens were long since abandoned and no ship had sailed the Straight Road for many Ages of the Sun.

"I searched for him," Elrond told him, later, when Maedhros sought him out to ask. "I looked everywhere, for thousands of years. Galadriel, too, although she won't admit it. He did not want to be found."

The Maglor-of-memory was a laughing, sociable creature, whose dark eyes had always flashed brighter in company, and whose voice had always soared most sweetly before an audience. In the days of their youth – strange, now, to think that Maedhros had ever been young, although his skin was as soft and unmarred as it had been when he was a babe – Maglor had delighted in dragging him along to every concert's after-party, every impromptu poetry reading and outdoor picnic gathering as Telperion bloomed.

He had come to the Mereth Aderthad because Maedhros had asked it of him, and Maglor had always done as Maedhros asked; but he had enjoyed it, too, in a way that Maedhros, then not two decades free of Thangorodrim, could not. It was his clearest memory of the feast, now: not the careful diplomatic work he had put in between course after course of too-rich food, not the unclouded kindness of his uncle's smile, not the moonlight gleaming silver off the lake as Fingon embraced him where no-one else could see, but Maglor's clear bright laugh sounding above the chatter of the partygoers.

And even after everything had been lost, he had still loved the children they had stolen deeply; he had been happiest in their company, with one on his knee and the other nestled into his side, or as they grew older in the schoolroom learning their lessons and in training-yard as he taught them how to fight. Their few remaining followers, too, had increasingly turned to Maglor when they ran into small difficulties, for he did not shudder in disgust from those he had led into slaughter, and could yet summon up a smile when they spoke to him.

That Maglor, then, could ever choose solitude willingly! What had been done to him, who had always taken solace in the society of others?

Maedhros knew the answer to that, actually.

"I really did try everything," said Elrond, who was a venerable elf-lord now, and yet did not sound so different from the six-year-old Maedhros had met long ago.

"Yes," he said, and then he went away, unable to offer any better comfort.

It had always been Maglor who had offered comfort.

He would not be welcome in Alqualondë, even now. But the Bay of Eldamar was long, and there were beaches enough for lonely wandering here, within sight of the Sundering Sea. Long ago Maedhros had stood on the shores of Losgar and thought that name apt indeed – and although all the world was changed since that moment, the breach in his heart remained.

He knelt to dip his fingers in the salty water. Perhaps far away Maglor was doing the same. The brine would sting the burn on his blackened, withered hand, although the soft uncalloused skin of Maedhros’ palm did not protest its own submersion. Perhaps Uinen, weeping yet for the slaughtered Teleri, called up storms to disturb the glassy water as Maglor drew close; perhaps the seagulls of Elwing’s acquaintance swooped squawking at his head if he lingered in one spot too long. And did he not deserve it?

The Halls of Mandos were supposed to heal one’s spirit of its wounds, and there were few wounds deeper than those left by self-destruction. Although Maedhros knew, theoretically, how he had died, he had not thought of the moment since his return to life. Now the memory came rushing back to him: the terrible pain of the Silmaril in his hand, and the same holy light charring Maglor’s slim clever fingers as they curled around the jewel. Maedhros had led Maglor to it; he had pushed Maglor into stealing the Silmarils from Eönwë, and Maglor, unwilling, had done what Maedhros had asked of him.

“He does deserve it,” Maedhros said aloud, to the vast unfeeling Sea. “But – I did too, and—”

It had been too much to bear, the knowledge of what he had done to Maglor. Maedhros had jumped rather than face it. But he was alive now, and must reckon with this last and greatest crime: he had left Maglor. He had led his brother all throughout their miserable, bloody decline, and then he had abandoned him.

With some surprise he realised he was weeping. He had not yet shed a tear in this life; nor had he cried once in the last since the Nirnaeth Arnoediad. Maglor had wept for him, instead, had readied every brother for burial and bathed their dead faces with tears, had sung Maedhros to sleep with the laments written for their funerals. He had not been crying before Maedhros had jumped, but perhaps he had after.

Maedhros could not ask him. He would never see Maglor again.

Here, then, was the bitter truth: there were hurts yet past healing, and wrongs that the fire could not sear away. Maglor was gone, and it was Maedhros’ fault – and though he might mourn here forever, wandering the shores of Aman in some fruitless attempt to shadow his brother’s steps, it would not suffice to bridge the endless waters that lay between them.

What was left, then, in the face of that terrible self-knowledge? Only the sound of the lonely wind, which, try as he might, would not carry the sound of Maglor's voice to his ears, and the tang of salt upon his lips, and his tears falling vainly in the thankless Sea.

#silmarillion #my fic #asks #anon #maedhros #maglor #very funny that I am still combing through my 300 followers fic prompts when I have recently hit 500 #anyway this is very angsty but blame the anon for that ok

[employee052]

i think im funny

#artswin #wip #mayhapse dtiys??? #in my defence i didnt realise i hit 500 followers so #might as well akjdfksdjhf

[chiriwritesstuff]

About Celine Dion and 'The Girl in IT' (a sneak peek?)

When I was a kid, my mom used to listen to Celine Dion in the car and sang along (at the top of her lungs) about a love so good and I used to get secondhand embarrassment, yeah?

Now I'm in my 30s writing about a love so good and I get it, I get it now, mom.*

*its nothing like singing to 'The Power of Love' in the comfort of your bed writing ::something special:: for you all. (What could it be? Maybe we will find out for my almost-500 follower celebration...)

Here’s a sneak peek:

So what do we say? Do you want it?!? We are so very, very, close, guys!*

*let’s be real, I’ll probably still release it because I love the ficlets I’ve wrote in Joel’s perspective about falling in love with Sugar.

#The Girl in IT #500 Follower Celebration #Celine Dion gets it #I’ll probably still drop it even if I don’t hit my goal #because I love you all #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller fluff #joel miller fic #joel miller x you

[94ishlove]

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#seokjin #bts #btsgif #kimseokjinarchive #purplearmynet #shirleytothesea #useremmeline #annietrack #boongietrack #heyryen #userkelli #usersky #seokjinedit #myedits #so i hit 500 followers not too long ago so pls accept this gif as my thank you #thank you all so much #i'm not even here that much lately lmao

[sleep-nurse]

happy 1.5k to my main................it's been ages ever since i hit a milestone

#sunflower rambles #i guess i gotta. draw something for this tomorrow #btw every milestone is gonna be between 500 followers after hitting 1000

[syrupyyyart]

I cant wait until we're far enough into Motley that I can start posting memes about it

#ive got a whole folder just for that specific purpose #first i must introduce the characters. but after that ........ oh im gonna make fun of them so much #i have so much planned and so many ideas for it. ive basically already written a whole story bible by this point lol #not art #1am posting. daydreaming about my ocs. thank you for reading motley #it passed 500 followers on webtoon which is fucking CRAZY to me. i truly genuinely thought itd only hit like 50 max #i am just very :') that people care to read it #but honestly even if no one read it id still be making it lol. you can pry motley from my cold dead hands

[glimmeringtwilight]

Ruin | Yandere Dainsleif x Reader

CW: Stalking, unhealthy relationships, yandere themes, implied murder.

Word Count: 658

Dainsleif has never known a ruin quite so undoing as you. 

To be entirely fair to you, and truthful to himself, it’s not wholly you. Rather, it’s him, with you acting as the unwitting catalyst. 

You’re none the wiser to the new shadow you’ve gained. Sure, you might feel eyes on you, late at night, as you walk a little faster home than you normally do. Or you might notice the occasionally misplaced item on your nightstand, earning what’s a little longer than a passing glance as you try to figure out what’s wrong with what you’re looking at.

But it’s nothing concrete. Not yet. Nothing you can take to the Knights, nothing to make you do much more than double-checking the locks on your window every night before bed. You used to sleep with the window open, letting the wind carry the gentle ambience of sleepy Mondstadt evenings in with it. Not anymore. 

Dainsleif knows that he’s the cause of your newfound paranoia. The guilt that is brought with it eats at him, worse than his curse, cutting deeper than any knife ever could. 

The guilt eats at him, and yet…

He still finds himself sitting beneath your windowsill, pretending he can hear your soft breaths, watch the rise and fall of your chest, see the peace in your expression as you sleep– even though your back is turned to the window, and it’s too dark to see with the moon hidden behind dark clouds, anyway. 

Eventually, standing guard at your window–a self-appointed duty, if only to disguise the ugly truth of the act and soothe what little of his conscience has not yet rotted and died– isn’t enough. 

Dain moves from nights spent under the stars outside your home to nights spent standing sentinel in your home. It’s for your safety, he tells himself, a paper lie through gritted teeth, it’s for your own good. 

He never touches you, of course. But it never stops him from looking, from standing across from your sleeping form and memorizing the gentle, quiet peace that finds you in dreams. You’re like the brightest star in his sky, blazing bright and fast across the backdrop of the universe. And Dain knows better than anyone that the brightest flame burns the fastest. 

So he holds you as close as he can without holding you. Stands guard while you sleep, kills any wayward monsters that wander a little too close to you, keeps as much of the darkness at bay as he can manage despite being made of rot and pitch himself. 

You will never know your shadow, but he knows you. It’s enough.

It’s enough, he thinks, to stand guard, to protect you, to slump against the windowsill bruised and battered and know you’re safe, making the blood on his hands worth the sin he’ll never scrub them clean of. 

It’s enough, he thinks, as in a moment of weakness after hundreds of nights spent silently standing guard by your bedside, he breaks the very promise he’s sworn to himself– to you– with only the stars as his witness, and kisses the inside of your wrist. 

It’s enough. And Dainsleif knows soon it won’t be, desires sparking like hunger pains, unbidden, in his gut. 

He knows he’s damned. Knows the blood on his hands isn’t entirely for you, that if you knew the things he’s done under the guise of your protector, you’d think him a monster. 

But if he’s a monster, then so be it. Let his feet fall heavy as he returns to your bedside each night. Let you stir and see him for the monster he is, let you know your shadow. May you never forgive him for what he’s done, for what he’s yet to do. 

Dainsleif brushes a thumb over your knuckles, knelt at your bedside enraptured like he has for months now, and thinks that perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to damn you, too. 

#yandere #dainsleif #dainsleif/reader #dainsleif x reader #yandere dainsleif/reader #yandere dainsleif x reader #yandere dainsleif #genshin #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #dead dove do not eat #my writing #dainsleif genshin impact #ok there it is again. i reposted it #mars stop deleting your writing challenge gjkgjkgjk #i still feel not super great about this one anymore BUT i want to post something before the 500 followers thing #we're at 491!!! #i'm fucking astounded...... i am just a loud fool shouting at passersby on the street #also i'm at a bit of a loss for what to write atm. hit a block with l&ls and the only math thats mathin rn is the other zhongli piece #and i won't spoil anything yet. i'm really excited ab the premise of it heheheh

[oharababe]

WHERE DID JANUARY AND MOST OF FEBRUARY GO HELLO?!?!

#i was not so active for a hot second and then bam! realised that i haven't really update anything new #i don't like how fast this year is going i just finish processing that january is over #anyways hello i am still alive just got caught with workload #it was piling up too much (it still is) and while i managed it okay now i get hit with fatigue #so it's taking me a while to heal up #but i am still writing!! slowly #anyways march will be my tough month but i will 'march' through #get my joke? nah? that's fine #anyways i am trying to get back to my writing routine and i will be posting again #yes mostly the series chapters bc damn they are overdue #anyways ily all and thank you for 500+ followers <3

[nihilismtrcit]

i’m in a sentimental mood so i’m showing a bit of love to some mutuals but i def wasn’t able to message everyone on here. so i also wanted to make a post to let yall know that i am incredibly grateful for each and every person who follows me here <3 thank u for not only following but engaging with my content and being my lil’ friends in my computer. more sentimentality below if you care to read but if not, genuinely, thank you <3

i’m very bored and close to hitting a follower milestone, so i just wanted to express how deeply grateful i am to simblr. i lost a lot of my hobbies as i got older and only really had two main things: sims 4 and tumblr rp. and for the past few years, i haven’t found passion in either. i liked storytelling and character creation, but i didn’t really have the motivation to actually write lol. and sims was fun, but i always got bored of it eventually. simblr combines storytelling with playing the game AND learning new skills. i know my way around photoshop and editing now. & i’ve been having so much fun. i can’t believe so many people enjoy my posts bc i never considered myself particularly talented. i don’t really use social media outside of tumblr, but i’ve been on this site since 2009😅 this is the most fun i’ve ever had and i have you guys to thank <3

#i'm about to hit a follower milestone #500 and i was just sitting here like damn #i am SO grateful to you all #and i need it to be publicly known

[estonian-is-horrible]

profilipilt kohuke... no description...

lõpuks ometi ka eesti oma pornobott!

🎀tere 🥂22 👉Tallinn 🥛 i'm all creamy 4 u

#mod milan #that's right there's gonna be a new sheriff in town soon #I have hit 500 followers and 200 posts #time to celebrate with some fr*zen k*huke

[trainingdummyrabbit]

anyway i think its awfully cruel that things cant get better until you work at them but you also cant work at them until things get better. they should fix that softlock i think maybe

#why yes i would love to Character Development; unfortunately 1) nobody tells you how to do that or what it feels like #and 2) Im In Hell Right Now As We Speak #piktalk #/trying. im trying very hard. unfortunately when one horror hits 500 are sure to follow. ok 👍/

[trackinglessons]

jesus christ thank you so so much

#10000 likes #tumblr milestone #thank you #should i do a celebration event #or wait #until i hit 500 followers #random rambles