#skyrose

[lyn-rambles]

Hello my fellow horny jail cell-mates, this me, Lyn.

Today I present you with the masterlist of my line up! Please check out the prompt list made by our beloved @sinbinfamiliar in the link right here!

Now, my dynamic will be weekly, each week I'll post the line up for my pieces, and hopefully they'll be posted daily. Needless to say, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT IF I SEE YOU INTERACTING ON THIS POSTS YOU'LL BE BLOCKED.

Day #1: Lingerie (A tale of a promise forged in Iron)

Day #2: Exhibitionism (Sam x 2)

Day #3: Tigh fucking (SMASH)

Day #4: Oral (Shorties Strike Back)

Day #5: Degradation (Salty Luck Charm)

Day#6: Bites\Hickeys (When you see my shadow: To you 10000 years from now)

Day#7: Orgasm denial (The one thing his hands could hold)

Day #8: Somnophilia (Code: 537-MH)

Day #9: Size difference (Water insects)

Day #10: first time (Skyrose)

Day #11: Praise Kink (Aldehyde bond)

Day #12: wholesome (Synthetic web)

Day#13: ruined orgasm (A promise forged in iron)

Day#14: Striptease (Bubble Pop)

Day#15: Hair Pulling (Clay Whirpool)

Day#16: Aphrodisiac (My Chosen One)

Day#17: Breeding (When you see my shadow)

Day#18: Bathroom sex (General Gorou x Reader)

Day#19: Collar (shorties strike bak)

Day#20: Aftercare (Quicksand)

[vintageplumbobs]

Squad.

[ryukogo]

hey guys! my friends worked really hard on this song and i really really do so love it - and would love it even more if you guys listened to it and checked out their work!

Song written and sung by Skyrose [ Youtube / Her webcomic ]

Produced and arranged by PYR ICE [ Soundcloud ]

Tabletop campaign the song is based on by Kyle Tompsett [ DeviantArt ]

Art by Eryn Williams [ Twitter ]

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(fic) Fated

TITLE: Fated

AUTHOR: matan4il 

RECIPIENT: SkyRose

PAIRING: Bruce/Dick

RATING:  Mature

WARNINGS: None

SUMMARY: Is it an accident if it feels like it’s always been fated to happen?

Dick discovers he accidentally sent Bruce nude photos.

Fated

[sweethimekajigirl-blog]

MyMelody pouch and hairband 🎀 perfect for storing masks and skincare items 💕

[lyn-rambles]

His eyes

I wrote this not so long ago for Luke Skywalker. It can be read as an x reader if you want uwu. Just change Prim and off you go.

Luke’s eyes were pretty, Primrose could easily say it. And she told him constantly whenever she looked directly at his eyes. His eyes were the same color of Tattoine sky, they were warm and bright, she felt her self soaring on them. It was like being a child again and using those small free days to make a quick race to the market just to look at the droids or to travel through the sand dunes. The wind hitting on her cheeks as she turned to see him drowned in laughter.

A new glint shined his eyes weren't the sky anymore, they were the light rail if a comet. Warm and fast, enough to bring her to her family once again, after the war. Or to remind him the look on everyone’s faces after destroying the Death Star. Prim loved to see him like that, the sound of it and the gaze he always had for her.

His eyes were now calm, still like a pond so clear that the bottom is easy to see, but before she noticed how deep she was she was already drowning on him. That look he always had for his loved one’s like her, Biggs, Han and… Leia. Prim had seen that same look on her. Before she knew they were twins, she could only lower her gaze, maybe he had eyes for that princess.

But that calmness snapped, his eyes were solid ice piercing through, freezing everything around him, he was angry whenever someone mentioned the Empire before he always had that look. After all they had taken everything from him, Prim must admit she was always scared he would look at her like that.

He never did, whenever he turned to see her, the ice melted, his gaze had always been like that at her. Longing for days bygone, when he was shivering on the Millennium Falcon after rescuing Leia from the Empire. Prim had stayed at his side as he was still processing Ben’s passing. Other times, he looked like a dog, when he wasn’t on a mission and wasn’t doing his paper work, Prim’s squad had been snickering about how the hero who blew up the Death Star had been “helping” her during repairs on the fleets. But most of the time, his eyes shined, they were water shimmering from the sun, warm, calm and safe, it never failed to make her smile at him. Sometimes feeling a little bit flustered.

Above all, above everything Prim couldn’t be so glad to be able to look at his eyes. Everyday looking at him across the mess hall, helping him to get ready to leave for a mission, getting down from the X-Wing, waking up to him and looking at them before turning to sleep. To keep watching his eyes for however long she had was the only thing she asked.

[vintageplumbobs]

Jean: ...is Ridley okay?

Stevie: He’s alright...why?

Jean: Jasper seems to think that he’s upset about something. 

Stevie: It’s complicated. I think it’s difficult for Ridley, hiding his...his scales from people his age.

Jean: I’m sure Jasper would understand.

Stevie: I know, but it’s a decision he has to make for himself. 

[vintageplumbobs]

Peter doesn’t look too happy about getting old.