CIEN AND THE STARLIGHT

Writer and Illustrator of SOLARIO, comics girl ✨🌟⭐️

[cien-and-the-starlight]

🌟STARS IN THE HUNDREDS

Name: Cien, or Star

Age:18 yrs

Autistic Lesbian

Relationship status: Single

CREATOR OF SOLARIO. First issue below⏬

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I LOVE: DC comics, kpop,purple, and girls

All issues under the SOLARIO tag

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[shadow-generations]

If you think misogyny doesnt exist within the queer community, you are probably benefiting from misogyny

[shadow-generations]

If you think racism doesnt exist within the queer community, you are probably benefiting from racism

[cowsnotcrows]

A few people asked for Roy on twitter and then I went a bit extra LMAO

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

dropped my rabbit and their head broke off :(

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

chocolate rabbit. chocolate. rabbit. edible chocolate easter rabbit. chocolate. not real. not furry rabbit. chocolate. the chocolate head of the chocolate bunny broke off. all chocolate. no living creature

[leaflovingal]

@xermblr the fuck did you DO to kaylee?

@cien-and-the-starlight broke you ::3

[cien-and-the-starlight]

Something something you’re very cute but terrifying something something

@leaflovingal

[crowwkui]

a night out 🍻

[lf06ac]

always close

[izu]

this is like a year old but i never posted it, so

[twentytomidnight]

i like 'em with a little meat on their bones

Guy Gardner/Chubby!Reader, 817 words

sol's soapbox: this request has had me champin at the bit to write for a hot second now HEHE

content warnings: body insecurity, Guy is a big fan of reader's body, biting, kissing, gn!reader

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PREVIEW:

Ain't no curves Guy Gardner can't handle. Guy Gardner/Chubby!Reader

It’s not an unfamiliar sight, the posture that you take before the closet mirror. The one of self-deprecative wallowing as you put yourself to the crucible of self-scrutiny.

You know that there’s no benefit to be had in this self-flagellation, as you look at aspects of your body that have carried you through the storied moments of your life. But you can’t help yourself.

You can't stop the search for supposed blemishes, as you look at the curves of your body, the plush of your arms and legs. You can feel the instinctive grimace that already crosses over your face as you continue to regard yourself in profile. As you break yourself down for a life that you’ve endeavored to live as best as you can.

This is why you’re not cognizant of the face that appears over your shoulder, growing in greater proximity—at least, not until it’s perched directly behind you.

“Whatcha doin’?” Guy asks, his reflection taking marked inventory of you in far different means.

There’s a wolfish look to his eyes, teeth showing in appreciative sneer, his hands already taking roaming dissertation of your body: his conclusions all positive, of course. The way that his fingers slink around you, taking crude squeezes to emphasize all the spots that have given you grief—

“Guy,” You begin with reticent bearings, “Have I gained weight?”

Guy, in all of his inelegant fashion, is busy burying his nose in the crook of your neck, enjoying the aroma of you. His hands are busying themselves, trying to find how best to unbutton your jeans from behind and finding adequate success.

“Sure ya have,” Guy grunts in quite casual manner, “Somethin’ wrong with that?”

“Well,” You continue, pressing your own gaze upon the body he’s taking detailed work to commit to his grasping fingers, “I just don’t know if it looks good on me.”

“Fuck's tellin’ you bullshit like that?” Guy’s head snaps up in the reflection, searches out the sight of your gaze with his own. Unmitigated rage, offense held on your behalf steams clearly through, his grasp growing ever-tighter on the sink of your body.

“No one,” You admit, and now your eyes break hold with his own. Take that similar boulevard of self-hatred that you’ve become quite familiar with. “I just thought—”

“Thought what?” Guy asks—the anger is gone now, replaced by gruff emphasis.

The grip he holds over you relaxes, those knuckles easing the protracted jut through the housing of his skin.

“Thought’cha weren’t the hottest fuckin’ babe I ever got my hands on?”

The reprieve was temporary, it seems—again, it amazes you how nimble and dexterous he can be when he wants to. Especially as his hands encourage their way around your frame, to free you from the terrible stricture of clothes.

“I dunno—”—You begin, but there’s a pinch in the sensitive spot above your ribs and you can’t resist the involuntary laugh expelled from you. You writhe in unfettered arms determined to keep you there.

“Dunno what?” Guy’s voice is wily as he works your arm around his shoulder so that he can descend the side of your body. You shriek as you feel the rasp of teeth around the soft slope of your side, an animalistic growl that snakes through the grit of his jaw.

“Dunno how you’re gonna get outta bed,” Guy asks as he presses a wet kiss that summons familiar heat to the junction of your legs, “After I got my way with you?”

“Well, I—”—You begin, because this is starting to sound rather promising, actually.

Guy huffs in unveiled amusement at your erosion of sensibilities. He takes another bite for good measure that renders your defenses weak enough for him to strike.

You don’t know if his physical education training taught him some jujitsu—it has to be some Lantern witchcraft that taught him how to wrangle you around him like this.

But whenever he sweeps you up into his arms in that possessive, proprietary way, that needful heat smoldering in his eyes—you know he means business.

“How ‘bout I show ya how much I like it?” Guy asks with a broad, wicked grin.

His arms jump to better adjust the princess carry he’s relegated you to, leaning in to press his nose, his mouth to drape down your temple, make navigation to the shell of your ear.

“I’m real convincin’,” Guy whispers, before making lewd application of his tongue to your earlobe—you squirm away from the touch.

“Guy, you’re gross,” You giggle—but it’s not a no. And he knows this, from how his hands school in tighter hold upon you.

“Just how you like ‘em,” He boasts, before he starts crucial journey to the bed behind you both. “Now lemme see if I still got that good persuasive streak.”

You think he’ll have you see the light after all.

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[maliciouscottonball]

Thinking about yan! great white shark mer! Bruce Wayne…

Working at an aquarium that houses mers is exceptionally rewarding but never more than with Bruce, the white shark mer. He was named after the shark in Jaws in order to bring in visitors but his temperament couldn’t be more different than his namesake. He rarely hassles the fish or other mers in his tank, instead electing to swim and mind his own business. However, that attitude quickly shifts when you get into the tank for any reason. Cleaning the glass? He’s right there behind you, baring his teeth at visitors that have the nerve to wave at you. Trimming the kelp or other macroalgae? He’s circling you and nipping any fish or mers that come close. He’s shockingly tame towards you and will take fish gently from your hand, though that doesn’t dissuade you from still wearing the appropriate chainmail dive suit.

You do your daily training with him, mostly only because he refuses food from any other keeper on any of the teams, and are always pleasantly surprised to see just how intelligent he is. You swim with him once his belly is full and he seems a little sleepy. Your SCUBA gear allows you to stay under the water with him, something that he seems to deeply appreciate as he holds you in a hug and swims around. Unfortunately for you, you’re also the only human that he allows in the tank, something that your supervisors found out about after eight separate trainers were almost mauled after entering the water. To you though, he’s a perfect sweetheart. He performs all of his medical behaviors perfectly, as long as you’re the one to give the commands and do all of the checks, and is an absolute delight when it comes to putting on shows. You get hefty raise after hefty raise after aquarium attendance spikes and your bosses realize that you’re not going to have a single day off in the foreseeable future.

All of the more inquisitive mers in his enclosure end up having to be removed after a leopard shark mer got too close to you and Bruce lashed out badly enough that the other mer had to have two prosthetic fins made for him. Once the transfer was over, Bruce looked exceptionally pleased with himself after realizing that it was only him, a few schools of fish, and a few bottom dwelling mers left in the enclosure, leaving him with your undivided attention. He happily nuzzled your face and rubbed his sides against yours the next time that you went into the water with him. He seemed entirely content with simply cuddling up against you, even though you had a hard time cleaning the glass once he began glomming onto you. You drew the line and had to get out of the water once he started licking your dive goggles.

Eventually, he became more and more combative when you would try to leave the water. He seemed to take it personally when your oxygen was almost gone and you had to surface. After a few tantrums from him that involved him borderline destroying his habitat every time, you showed him what happens when a tank runs empty. You took an O2 tank that hadn’t been refilled, as well as the refilled one kept safely on your back, and brought it into the water with you. Once he saw the bubbles run out on the extra tank, he seemed to understand what was going on and why you always had to leave him. He didn’t seem to understand the concept of the pressure gauge on your tank and started dragging you to the surface, seemingly at random, to make sure that you could breathe.

Overall, the job is good. Are you treated as the emotional support animal of a 13 foot shark mer? Yeah, but at least you’re paid well and you aren’t touch starved anymore.

[vimeddiee]

Kissing Superbat :3

[cocoahun]

My works

(๑>؂•๑)φ Have fun! ᥫ᭡: mdni

TMNT

Nicknames (Bay!turtles hcs)

Nothing to prove (2012!Donnie os)

Unspoken (Bay!Donnie full fic)

Can't stand it (Bay!turtles hcs)ᥫ᭡

Too hot to handle (Bay!Donnie os)ᥫ᭡

Dance with me (Bay!turtles hcs)

First time (Bay!turtles hcs)ᥫ᭡

No love (07!turtles hcs)

One Piece

Nothing yet!

ATLA

Nothing yet!

JJK

Double trouble! (Satosugu x reader)ᥫ᭡

MHA

Nothing yet!

DC/Marvel

Backup ...to come

[ferox-imagines]

Guess what show Im watchinggg

[ferox-imagines]

I need the next episode already I’m not okay

[saucymauler]

"youre such a dork."

[leaflovingal]

@cien-and-the-starlight PLEASE

[cien-and-the-starlight]

…fine

[corinthianrm0]

you make me feel like dancing!

a boostle (and beatora) animatic no one asked for

stills and wips below the cut!

tehehe i love bringing happiness and warmth in the fandom!🫶🏻

[julesdoesthings]

Here they come, the Dynamic Duo

Just some quick background practice, posting before I have to log off for around 2 weeks?? If you see me post? I am alive. If you don't see me post? I am also alive, just signal and internet connection are not being kind to me

[gicoon8987]

yes yes fortinatate or whatever sure