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@lumineve-isonline
Hi! I'm Lumi -- aspiring author, college student, wife, and Alex Stardewvalley enthusiast. Here are just a few housekeeping things for the blog!
I also have my Batman blog. My batblog if you will. @gothamsprincesss
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Pfp is my Stardew farmer, Summer (drawn by @henarikat hehe). You can read about her in my longfic here. I love to yap about her.
My requests are OPEN! Some info about that under the cut :)
damian al ghul wayne and the one-day blinding stew
Have you read damian al ghul wayne and the one-day blinding stew?
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Authour: @gothamsprincesss (brucewaynesgirlfriend), @doingthewritethings
Subfandom: Batfamily
Media: Webcomics
Relationships: Gen (Damian Wayne-centric)
Year: 2025
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Summary:
Itās like time freezes. Tim - stops for a second. Thinks about it. Really pauses and considers whether or not heās going to torment this young child who was raised in a cult. He should be the bigger person. Then he thinks about himself, age fifteen, and his former idol and role model Dick Grayson telling him that the decorative raw fettuccine in the high-class restaurant Bruce had taken them to was meant to be eaten, really, here, take some - āOh, youāve never heard of the one-day blinding stew?ā Tim says. He only has one younger brother, after all. He has to cash in where he can. āMust be an American thing.ā - - - the silliest fucking fic of all time, courtesy of two best friends, their favorite meme, a mutual DC hyperfixation, and a 16 hour road trip.
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Submitter's comment:
Honestly surprised I didn't suffocate laughing with how funny this is
i love grief and death and mourning and anguish and misery. of never being the same again. of deteriorating and losing it and crashing and burning. i love it almost as much as the concept of frotting
wanted to draw my beautiful wife dana evans because sheās coming back to me in 4 days <3
Hi lovely!! Colour me curious about Elliottception!!!
genuinely one day grey and i will finish thisā¦au where hey farm girl elliott gets swapped with farmer moss hates moss elliott LOL
@egggargler
biting you. red flags and silver linings for 800 alex!!
oh mama iāve been in your snapchats about this one
Batmanās mouth presses into a flat line, but he doesnāt say anything, waiting a few more seconds with his attention down the alleyway.
āI meant to send you a thank you card after you saved me the first time. Couldnāt find your address in the Yellow Pages.ā Stellaās finger has stalled on the top of the utility belt. She bites her bottom lip not to laugh. āThis thing a onesie?ā
Batman frowns, and Stella wonders if perhaps heās considering putting his hand back over her mouth just so he doesn't have to put up with her. She also wonders if thatās just his resting face. Never could resist a grumpy old man. This is just what she needs to blow off some steam. No time to debate self esteem or whether or not this is reckless endangerment. (Low. And it is.)
āI mean, what if you need to pee?ā She scoffs.
āAre you seriously asking if my suit has dick access?ā
Acting annoyed but his lips twitch upward. Perfect. Right where she likes them.
āI donāt know, am I?ā Stella asks, dragging her fingertips over the fabric of his costume, trailing down his arm and to his glove. When she begins slipping it off, the vigilante doesnāt protest, eyes fixated on where she pulls as he helps her remove it.
WIP Tag Game!!
@doingthewritethings tagged me āļø
Ok so the rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it! :)
golden child
stella & james
HFG 31
red flags, silver linings
elliottception
nice to know you - james
the first five times stella arnett slept with bruce wayne
im tagging @egggargler @kellycataclysm & @benjineedssleep muahahhaa
New year new MEET THE ARTIST!! HI! I'm Philly! Occasionally US-ian based, multi fandom, digital artist. I draw and paint and write and knit and scream and the views expressed here are my own and do not reflect my employer!!
and to be clear about my viewpoints: fuck terfs fuck imperialism fuck AI ~My asks are always open for requests, or for hate! whatever! ~ BLUESKY FOR NSFW ART MY DRAGON AGE SIDEBLOG MY A03 COMISSIONS ON KO-FI
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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr š„³
whoops! i missed hey farm girlsās birthday yesterday.
iām so thankful for all the friends i have made through the sdv fandom & for writing fanfiction in general. thank you to my readers and anyone who has worked on art for hfg. i love you all š«¶
and donāt worryā¦next chapter is the big one ;)
art by @whatkahelle <3
pepsiverse multimedia collab with @cyfristired @lumineve-isonline @briarborealisart @b10000p just dropped š
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It was a part of courtly etiquette - a respectful kiss on a lady's hand. But the moment his lips touched her skin, all the noise of the ballroom faded for them, leaving only the loud beating of their hearts.
āwhat are you doing this weekendā i am going to fantasy land. i am hiding under the covers in bed. i am making things up. i am contemplating events that didnt happen. i am talking to fake people. i am listening to my tunes. i am envisioning scenarios
A beautiful memory
A lovely friend shared the most gorgeous photograph with me today and it instantly made me think of this pentadrabble I wrote for Doc-cember, of Lyra and Harvey's wedding. I thought I'd share it here. Thank you so much @lumineve-isonline for bringing back such a lovely memory. I think this might be one of my favourite snippets I've ever written.
It was her laugh, as she read beside him, that captured him in the memory. All light and beauty and suddenly he was back in the moment.
She giggled, fingers flexing by her sides. He glanced up with a smile from where he knelt before her, saw her eyes close as her teeth pressed against her bottom lip. His chest swelled as a wave of warm adoration rushed through his body.
'Shall I continue, Mrs Dalton?' His heart squeezed as he said it aloud for the first time.
She looked down at him, a blush dusting her cheeks. 'Pleaseā¦ Yes, please Doctor Dalton.' A rush of goosebumps swept over his skin at her soft voice.
Looking down, he pressed the fingertips of both hands to her calf, sweeping teasingly slowly up her leg, the gossamer fabric of her dress parting, cascading gently to reveal a shimmering garter of white lace flowers wrapped around her thigh.
Before he ascended further, he placed a kiss on her knee, drawn up gracefully, her foot perched on a small stool. He heard her gasp, taking a moment to glance up into her sparkling eyes.
'I love you so much.' He offered it to her like a prayer.
'Oh Harveyā¦ I love you too.' Her voice was whisper quiet.
Her skin was warm and soft beneath his fingertips, and he paused once more before continuing his path, smiling at the unbelievable revelation that she was now his wife. His beautiful Lyra, His Stardust.
Time seemed to slow, blissful seconds passing with each inch of exquisite skin he caressed, his touch featherlight as he resisted the urge to press his fingers a little more firmly into her flesh, his desire for her curling through his restraint, building a delicious longing.
He ran his fingers along the edge of the fabric, following the flowers around the curve of her thigh, his heart throbbing in his chest to feel her shudder as he hooked his fingertips beneath the lace of the garter, looking up once more.
'Beautiful'
'For you.' She sighed dreamily.
Her lips parted with stuttered breath as he began to drag it down.
'You're perfect.' He murmured against her skin, pressing another kiss to her knee as he slid the circle of lace flowers further down.
'So are you.'
He met her gaze with a tender smile. Soon enough, he'd press his lips to where the garter had rested against her skin. He'd take his time, those small glittering flowers placed reverently by his side, shining against cotton sheets, undressing her in a delicate ritual, uncovering her with care and devotion. He'd worship every inch of her, he'd touch every freckle, he'd drown in her eyes. He'd give her his kiss, his body, his love.
Always.
He smiled, opening his nightstand, hands falling to the small pink box. He opened the lid to reveal the sparkling white garter resting on a bed of satin and he allowed himself a moment to slip back into his dream.
If you want to read this and the other Doc-cember prompts on AO3, you can find them here in These Little Intermissions.
Thank you as always to @saradika-graphics for the beautiful dividers.
And thank you once again to @voideydew for coming up with Doc-cember. It was so inspirational and I thoroughly loved it!
A European Robin (Erithacus rubecula) perching cutely on a branch.
The greatest minds of this generation are putting all their creative energy into writing pornography for 50 hits on ao3
Amen, HEY MEN!
