hoping to make fandom mutuals and friends on here! i am a long-time fangirl and cosplayer. i love making my own cosplays, i occasionally create art, and just started writing. i love having a silly good time.
current fandoms i'm obsessed with: to be hero x, honkai star rail (sunday!!!!!!!!!!), love and deepspace, and transformers!
writing tag: #moonie writes
rambles and analysis: #moonie rambles
inbox asks: #moonie's inbox
cosplay tag: #mooniewestwood cosplays
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and my other interests also include:
kaiju no. 8, miraculous ladybug, bee and puppycat, dc (batman! superman!), devil may cry, chainsaw man, final fantasy (i love xiii…), link click, genshin impact(one day i’ll play again), kpop demon hunters, alien stage, and frieren :3
i’m also on twt and instagram if those are easier to use. i revived this blog solely for tbhx lol, i have a lot of ideas for niceling and have never had the urge to write until nice and lin ling… they do something to my brain. but yeah! will be using tumblr and maybe twt to live tweet or post aus and fic ideas.
as for cosplay, my next event is rose city comic con and my general cosplans include: rumi (kpop demon hunters), jazz (transformers), sunday (his trailblazer outfit! honkai star rail), bennett (genshin impact) to name a few
but yeah, i’d love to be friends if you’re interested in any of the above or if you wanna yap to me (i love yappers!) <3
I originally made this as a gift to my friends on a To Be Hero X Discord server, but I will share it here too! I drew it, animated, et cetera haha so please enjoy!
just thinking out loud… rock star au! moon would totally embody suki waterhouse vibes as a musician…. maybe i am just projecting bc i love suki waterhouse and her outfits would just be so fun on moon… moon….. in fun outfits!!
Presenting the prompts for Ghostblade Week, November 24th-30th!
Please note that the prompts list is being posted now to give everyone sufficient time to prepare and brainstorm for the week. There are two SFW and one NSFW prompt for each day, and you're more than welcome to mix-and-match the prompts.
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nicest drabble #1: Lin Ling and the dangers of clothes shopping with his extremely hot boyfriend
Lin Ling counts silently to himself as another flurry of clothing comes sailing over the changing room door.
Two, four, six… wait, what the hell is this?
He wades through the pile of discarded button-ups and pants to grab the gauzy shirt that Lin Ling would swear he’s never seen in his life. Nice dragged him through every aisle in this store and not once did Lin Ling catch a glimpse of anything so… shimmery.
Pinching a sleeve with his thumb and forefinger, he holds it out, giving himself a better look at the design. There’s no buttons that he can see, just a plunging neckline, and what little skin isn’t revealed by that is definitely going to be visible through the fabric.
Did Nice try this on?
It shouldn’t be as jarring a thought as it is. He’s seen Nice in every state of undress imaginable — he’s seen Nice naked. Multiple times! A shirt like this — revealing as it is — shouldn’t phase Lin Ling in the slightest.
But he can practically see it. Nice, casually tugging at the neckline of his shirt, complaining about the heat with a devastating smile playing at his lips. Making eye contact with Lin Ling as he draws his fingers down his chest, turning just so to allow a fleeting glimpse of a tight pink nipple. Stepping into a splash of sunlight and laughing as the gossamer fabric reveals his enticing silhouette.
Mouth suddenly dry, Lin Ling self-consciously lays a hand on the back of his neck. He’s hot under the collar and so embarrassed he wants nothing more than to crawl in a hole and die. All from imagining his boyfriend in a shirt destined for the reject pile.
The worst part is that Nice is going to know. As soon as he steps out and sees Lin Ling, he’ll read him like a fucking book and he’s going to get that look of scandalous delight on his face that Lin Ling has exactly zero defenses against. If Lin Ling is lucky, Nice will hold off on ripping his pants off until they’re home instead of dragging him into the changing room with him.
Lin Ling is very rarely lucky when it comes to Nice’s libido.
“A-Ling?”
The changing room door cracks open and Nice sticks his head out, zeroing in on where Lin Ling stands among the fashionable wreckage. His brows furrow. “Did I toss that out?” he asks, and it takes a moment for Lin Ling to connect the question to the shirt he’s still holding onto for dear life. His hands jerk, waffling between wanting to hand it out to Nice and hiding it behind his back like the contraband it is.
Nice’s eyes brighten. “So you do have an opinion on my wardrobe,” he says, teasing.
And okay, yes, Lin Ling came today because Nice wanted him to be here despite Lin Ling’s fashion sense being woefully underdeveloped. Nice looks good in everything, he doesn’t need Lin Ling’s take on what works and what doesn’t. He got to spend time with his boyfriend, Nice got to parade around in eye-catching outfits and preen under Lin Ling’s appreciative gaze. Win-win.
He didn’t expect to have pants feelings about a shirt that Nice isn’t even currently wearing.
“It’s… pretty,” Lin Ling says. His voice cracks on the second syllable in pretty and Nice’s nostrils flare like he scents blood in the air.
“Mm, pretty.” Nice smiles. Sharp and sly, a knife poised to cut neatly through every last one of Lin Ling’s fumbling protests. “I agree. Do you know what I’d pair it with to bring the whole look together?”
“No,” Lin Ling croaks out, honest.
“Your come on my tits.”
Lin Ling feels the fabric strain worryingly as his fingers tighten.
The door swings open further to reveal Nice, shirtless, with the fly and zipper of his pants undone. He beckons Lin Ling over with two fingers, and — yup, there’s that look.
“Get in here, A-Ling, before I come out there instead.”
Lin Ling’s feet obey Nice much quicker than they do his own will.
They’re going to have to pay for everything Nice has in the changing room (and then some, because Lin Ling’s conscience is going to hit him with a vengeance later), but…
