#I MISS YOU POOKIES

[itsjustjelly]

Posting this stupid tribute to JRWI Riptide I made when their hiatus first started, now to Tumblr to memorialize it (I originally posted it to Tiktok and the sound got copywritten 😞)

[amymbona]

Guys how are you doing today, talk to me 😔😔😔

[cronchy-baguette]

finished severance in one night yesterday and i'm obsessed

[emmyrosee]

Fluffy fluffy prompt to hubby sukuna or whom ever you choose “awnn my poor baby come here” then he slowly walks towards you rubbing his eyes all soft and tired 🥺

There’s a low grumble behind you that snaps you out of your slicing of fruit, but you merely brush it off before moving onto the next strawberry.

Then, the grumble ripples through the air again, and you keep slicing, trying your best to ignore the noise.

It happens a third time. You giggle, “what, baby?” You put the knife down and turn to face Sukuna, arms crossing over your chest as you look him up and down.

He looks childish, with the comforter wrapped around his shoulders and hair ruffled around messily. His eyes are puffy from sleep and his cheeks hold a little flush, but his lips are still pouted in a scowl. “You left me alone in bed,” he grumbles. “I told you not to do that. Bed gets too cold.”

“Is that the only reason you don’t like me leaving the bed?” You ask, knowing the real answer. But you also know he’ll never say it. He’s stubborn like that.

He offers you a roll of his eyes, “yes, and I hate the cold. You’re aware of this.”

“My poor baby,” you tease, opening your arms for him to shamble into. “C’mere. Let me warm you back up from the mean, evil, cold covers.”

“You’d better,” he murmurs, stalking towards you and into your arms. He opens his own to reveal the corners of the blanket balled into his big fists, and when he embraces you, you’re shrouded in darkness but melting into the warmth that his chest brews. Your laugh softly, and burrow into his chest, which rumbles with a hum in confusion. "Somethin' funny under there?"

"Just dark," you say, wrapping your arms around his waist and gently squeezing him out of cute aggression. "I also can't really breathe, so-"

"Good," he says, resting his head on top of yours, tightening his arms to keep you in place. "Won't have to deal with your ass leaving the bed, messing up my sleep." You laugh some more, only to send a few pokes to his waist, making him jerk away from you and loosen his hold.

"Who's gonna cuddle you at night then?"

"I'm a man, I don't need cuddles."

When you do, however, try to get out of his arms, he grumbles and pulls you tighter again, with an annoyed grunt. "No."

"That's what I thought, Sukuna."

[erinwantstowrite]

ao3 went down... which means obvi to make up for the time i would be reading, i should draw, right? anyways here are some tim doodles from different aus

wing au: @mockingjaylad

[nerdywitchgeek]

Why is it that I see a movie and discover the love of my life in a bright yellow suit?

[lanasgirlfr]

i hope we'll see more of ben in the 'casual' clothes‼️🫶🏻🙏🏻

[saetoshi]

itoshi sae gets surprisingly lazy during off-season. he spends his time sleeping in or roaming around your apartment in his pajamas. (both with an untamable mop of bed hair and sleep-swollen eyes).

it’s the only time he gets to spend with you, he reasons.

you’d like to reason he ruined your sleeping schedule for it.

a soft yawn leaves your lips, your eyes heavy with sleep as you flip a pancake on the skillet. you frown, blinking away some of the drowsiness as you glance at the clock on the stove.

you try to stifle another yawn before placing the pancake on top of the small pile of the ones you’d cooked before.

there’s a small beat of silence before the pan sizzles again as you pour some of the last remains of the batter on it.

you tilt your head back, closing your eyes. another yawn leaves your lips when you hear the faint shuffle of sae’s slippers on the floor as he approaches the kitchen.

a small smile tugs at your lips, warmth blooming in your chest when you feel him rest his forehead on your shoulder.

“you’re up early,” you say, pressing the side of your head against his.

“it’s—” he pauses, squinting up at the stove clock, “—eleven a.m., that’s not early. it’s late.”

“you’ve been waking up past noon these last few days,” you point out, fondly rolling your eyes before flipping the pancake. you relax against him when he wraps his arms around your waist, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“you should’ve woken me up,” he sleepily whines, his words muffled by your skin.

you pat the back of his hand, a contemplative hum leaving your lips. “i don’t like interrupting your sleep,” you reply, gently thumbing his knuckles.

“i don’t need sleep—i need to watch last season’s matches,” he mutters, his voice slightly raspy, “‘s what i should’ve been doing all this time.”

“you should’ve woken me up,” he quietly adds. “you’re being a terrible influence by letting me stray from my routine.”

you softly scoff, adding the pancake to the small tower to your left. you pour the last bit of batter onto the pan, your body relaxing against sae’s chest as he clings to you.

“i’m not the one begging you to stay five more minutes in bed,” you quip, a soft chuckle leaving your lips when he squeezes you.

“whatever,” he mumbles, slightly easing his grip on you.

the soft sizzle of the pan fills the space between you. your thumb gently rubs the back of his hand as you flip the pancake.

“‘s cold,” he grumbles, his raspy voice breaking the comfortable silence. “i’m gonna go turn up the heater…” he trails off, pressing his lips against the back of your shoulder.

you wait for a second for him to move—he doesn’t. a few more seconds go by, sae not moving a single inch from his spot.

“sae?” you ask, your voice a whisper.

no response.

you gently nudge him. he sharply inhales, lifting his head up slightly to look at you with bleary eyes. “hm?”

you give him a warm smile, your eyes soft as you meet his gaze. “you should go back to bed,” you offer.

he hesitates before shaking his head, resting his head against your skin once more. “‘m fine right here,” he says, his grip on your waist tightening ever-so-slightly.

“you’re tired,” you retort, a sigh leaving your lips, “you should get more rest.”

“resting is all i’ve been doing,” he mutters, clicking his tongue. he moves his head to look at you, placing his chin on your shoulder as he frowns.

a few beats of silence go by before he sighs. sae presses a kiss to your shoulder, his eyes focusing on the small pile of pancakes you’d made.

“are we having those for dinner, too?” he asks, a yawn slipping past his lips.

you glance at the pancakes when you turn off the stove. “sure,” you reply, turning to look at him. “if that’s what you want.”

he nods, blinking a few more times to will the sleep away. he immediately embraces you when you’ve faced him, his body practically melting against yours.

he kisses your jaw, softly sniffling. you feel the corners of his lips quirk up into the hint of a smile when you rub his back.

“i’ll miss you,” he faintly whispers, his breath tickling the crook of your neck.

“i’m not going anywhere?” you reply, a hint of amusement in your voice. you chuckle when he nudges you with the tip of his nose.

“yeah, but i am,” he mumbles, a frown settling on his lips. “off-season ends in two days,” he adds, faint annoyance lacing his words.

“so?” you ask, resting your head on his shoulder.

“‘m not gonna be around as often,” he reluctantly replies, his brows furrowing at the reminder.

you shrug in his hold, closing your eyes. “i know you’re coming back once the season’s done, anyway.”

he clicks his tongue. “so, you’re not going to miss me?”

“i’ll miss having someone who eats my food,”you chuckle, giving him a soft squeeze. “‘m gonna have to start eating all my pancakes by myself.”

a soft huff of laughter leaves his lips, his head lightly nudging yours. “that just means you’re going to have to make up for all that once i’ve got free time again.”

“yeah, whatever,” you mumble, “we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. so, stop worrying about all this and just have breakfast.”

sae faintly nods against you, a soft sniffle leaving his lips before he yawns again. “you’re joining me in bed after breakfast, right?”

you smile, giving him one more soft squeeze. “yeah.”

[lycazart]

Paul dano is employed with long hair again never ever kill yourself!!!!!

[jjoneechan]

DREAM PLEASE MODEL YOUR OWN MERCH

[oscarcito]

[rezwrites]

𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑶𝒘𝒏 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅

Lamia!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader Greek Myth AU

word count: 3.8k

Warnings: +18 MDNI, TW:self- destructive behavior, threats of harm, strangers to lovers, hurt/comfort, fluff, process of shedding snakeskin

photo credits: pintrest

“The horrid Lamia has returned!”

A weary man stood in the street screaming, urging anyone to listen to him. The pure desperation in his pleas as he tried to rally anybody strong to join his hunt. Even going as far as to tell others in the agora to stand in the streets warning citizens to beware the serpentine creature that lurks about at night.

Carrying on, you ignored them knowing that the rumor of this so-called beast that steals and eats children is nothing but a tall-tale. At least that’s the case with Wanda. She would never- could never hurt anyone. Poor girl would much rather run from danger than fight. Stopping at the fruit stall you recalled your past with her.

The forest was where you stumbled upon her wading in a secluded watering hole. You were only there to fill your hydria with water for your family. As a child the way the storytellers told tales of the Lamia, you were lead to believe that they are creatures of the past.

That day you were proven wrong as one towered tall ahead of you. Her back facing you, wavy scarlet hair cascading down to her shoulder blades. Slowly approaching the water, you tried your hardest not to alert her.

Unfortunately you had lost your footing, slipping in the mud. A screech burst from your chest as you crashed into the shallow end of the water. At the sound of the interruption Wanda set her sights in your direction. Quite contrary to the stories of Lamia harming any person they encounter, her face paled when she spotted you.

Your jaw fell open at her sheer beauty. It’s as if Aphrodite herself took the time to perfectly sculpt her. Soft facial features contrasting with prominent cheeks bones. Her stunningly powerful tail caused the water to slosh and quake as she hastily fled. Soaked clothes clung to your skin as you sat there breathless, captivated by the way her body glided along the forest floor, until she was out of sight.

The second encounter was pure happenstance. You were merely checking your hare traps when you spotted her movements out of the corner of your eye. For her large size she sure moves silently, almost as if she is not there to begin with. Out of curiosity— and possibly a bit of stupidity you followed her from a distance.

Many paces behind her you carefully stepped, making sure you didn’t slip or snap a twig. Along the way she would stop to pick up things off the ground before continuing on. Completely enchanted by the light, honeyed tune she was humming you blindly followed her deeper into the trees. The forest grew eerie and unknown; deafening silence surrounded you. You observed her descending into a hole hidden behind an oak tree, tucked against a cliff.

Low hanging, nimble branches billowed in the wind, leaves rustling. Unable to resist a compelling feeling you took a pomegranate from your basket setting it down near the entrance of the hole before walking away.

The path from your home to that tree quickly became muscle memory, walking it as part of your daily routine. Most days you made your way to and fro unbothered, calmly leaving fruit and honey-sweetened bread by the thickest root. Each afternoon you returned, happiness filled you finding that your gifts have disappeared. Now whether it was her or another critter, you weren’t sure but you liked to imagine the former. Despite your frequent time around her home you haven’t caught another glimpse of her.

One day you were running late due to your goats escaping from the farm. The evening sky a salmon-pink color by the time you arrived at the tree. Placing the fruit down you turned to leave, caught off guard by a low voice calling out to you.

Why do you keep coming here?” The voice questioned. Glancing down you spotted half her face her peeking above the ground, inquisitiveness swimming in her crimson orbs.

Briefly you paused before answering, “I do not know.” You tried to search for an answer, but you just weren’t entirely sure why you kept returning to her cave, however you assured, “I mean you no harm.”

She simply nodded, disappearing again.

Many weeks past Wanda slowly warmed up to your presence, eventually beginning to sit underneath the tree waiting for you. A wide beaming smile on both your faces the first day she did that.

All the time spent with Wanda you learned that she has such a kind soul, always wanting to learn about the world around her. In absolute awe when she talked about traveling around before she settled here. On walks you both immersed yourselves in nature appreciating the beauty of it. You helped her collect any trinkets she found, happily admiring her as she fiddled with them. She confided in you that she felt very vulnerable with the way the hole in the ground was unprotected, exposing her home. The next day she watched you secure a net over the entrance, scattering leaf litter over it. Stepping back it looked inconspicuous, but Wanda could still leave freely.

She had gasped lifting you off the ground arms wrapped tight around you, watching her strength so she didn’t hurt you. You reveled in the coolness surrounding you, the light scent of berries coming from her chiton. That was your first hug with her, slowly realizing that you wanted to be wrapped in her arms all the time.

After learning she had no light or heat in her cave, especially with winter approaching, you taught her how to make a fire and torches. Throughout the cold months you stayed with her longer bringing more than enough food and firewood. She laughed when you hauled a handful of blankets in her cavern, draping them over her.

“Will you stay tonight?” Her small, shy voice piped up. Her large, smooth hand ghosted over yours, captivating eyes pleading to you. Casting a soft smile her way you climbed under the blanket she held up for you. Situating yourselves her head rested on your chest, her large frame nestled beside you. You had carded your fingers through her locks lulling yourself to sleep.

Feeling movement from Wanda you opened your eyes. She had lifted her head facing towards you, close enough to take in her cherubic features. “Thank you for coming into my life,” she whispered, breaking the silence. Before you could respond Wanda planted a meek peck on your lips, which you gratefully accepted. You deepened the kiss, affirming your reciprocated affection. A deep smile on both of your faces when you broke apart. She shyly lied her head back down, and your hand went back it its position on her head. The two of you fell back into a comfortable quietness as the snow began to fall outside.

—

Finally, the spring has come back around. Happiness blossomed at the thought of going on walks with Wanda, now that she has the freedom to leave her home again without worrying about freezing to death.

Walking further away from the town the loudness of the crowd faded into pleasant bird songs floating down from the tree canopies. Decaying leaves crunched beneath your feet as the warm sun rays graced your skin.

Descending the mountain you stuck close to the cliffside, the trees began to taper away. Cautiously traversing the rolling hills each step you took had the woven basket in your hands bumping against your thigh. Serenity washed over you at the sight of the sun setting over the cerulean lake, waves shimmering in the waning light. Once the grass turned into sand you pivoted on your heel, walking along the shoreline. The saltiness from the water traveled on the wind, grainy sand getting trapped in your sandals. Spotting multiple shards of sea glass you picked up each one arranging them in a random order, twisting them in twine.

Peeling back a curtain of thick, well-placed vines you squeezeed into a small crack in the cliff, making sure your basket doesn’t get squished.

You reached up tying the twine to a stalactite hanging from the ceiling of the cave. Stepping back you admired the myriad of swaying sea glass and trinkets Wanda had collected before winter, some entangled with an array of dried flowers. The torches perched on the wall illuminated the cave, the decorations twinkling in the firelight, casting multi-colored shadows on the roof.

Rounding the corner into the cavern where Wanda mainly stays you spotted her folding the blankets into a corner. Her eyes lit up at the sight of you, lips curling into a smile; you couldn’t help but swoon at the her.

“I bear gifts!” You cheerfully set down your basket, pulling out an assortment of fruits and an amphora of pomegranate juice. Meticulously, you had picked the best fruit to bring to her.

“You always do,” she lightly chuckled, gently pecking your cheek, “How is the farm?”

“It’s doing well. Thank, Demeter, for the blossoming harvest last year. We just finished tilling and sowing seeds.” Offering Wanda a fig you noticed how sluggish she was as she reached for it. The color of her tail held a darker reddish hue than usual, scales spaced apart more. “Are you about to molt?” You wondered, trying to suppress a frown.

Wanda nodded silently, finishing the small fig in one bite. She shifted you into her lap, maneuvering her tail to coil around your legs. “Wanda?” You questioned settling your hand on her tail, her calm heartbeat pulsing beneath your fingertips. Wanda peacefully sighed, nuzzling her face into the back of your neck. With her sweet demeanor it’s easy to forget how strong she is; that her tail is pure muscle.

“Hm, I can’t coil around you? Hold you close?” Her arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you closer to her. Twisting around you cupped her face softly kissing her lips, “Of course, you can. I just didn’t know if you wanted to be touched during this process.”

“I’m alright for now,” She stated, using her tail to slide the food over, she grabbed the amphora, taking a sip. She lowly moaned at the tart, sweetness of the juice. Brushing your thumb against the corner of her mouth, catching a small drop that threatened to spill, popping it in your mouth.

Placing the amphora down Wanda caught her bottom lip between her teeth, playing with her fingers, “Do you plan on staying tonight? I was thinking we could look at the stars.”

“I would love that,” You excitedly hopped up tidying the space before walking to the back end of the cave, Wanda’s towering stature following close behind you.

Tossing the cover aside you climbed up to the surface, turning to assist Wanda up before repairing the net to its original position. Wanda held your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours. Anxiousness seeped off of her, keeping you close as she guided you through the woods. Dense vegetation grown along the long forgotten road

Entering the clearing you awed at the abandoned tholos that stood there. Stepping up on the circular platform the moonlight shined directly downward. Some pillars broken, lying in decay, but the entirety was decorated with roses and violets scattered around oil lamps. The effort Wanda put in this little sanctuary for you both deeply touched your heart.

Turning around you were speechless, tears welling up in your eyes. The beauty of Wanda’s smile could rival the moon, her eyes holding a hidden nervousness, “I did all this the second I could. I wanted to do something for you for a change.”

Striding over to her you cupped her face pulling her down to kiss her. Deepening the kiss Wanda backed you up towards the middle, lying you down on the cold marble. Settling down next to you, her lengthy tail circled you both as the two of you gazed up at the night sky. No words were spoken as you held hands staring at the clear sky. Hundreds upon thousands stars shining above.

Turning to look at Wanda you swore you saw Aphrodite herself. She looked so relaxed, not a care in the whole world, stars reflecting in her eyes. Silently, you thanked the gods for that fateful day at the watering hole.

Giving her hand a soft squeeze, she looked at you. Rolling yourself on your side, you reached out caressing her smooth cheek, “I love you, Wanda.”

Surging forward she kissed you; hasty and needy. Teeth clashing, hands roaming desperately to hold on to each other, making sure to not run your hands up her scales. Wanda pulled away gasping for air, “I love you. So so much.”

You both spent hours under the starry sky, wrapped up in each other’s arms until the oil lamps burned out. After stacking the lamps Wanda scooped you up, carrying you back to her home.

—

The faint aubade of the gulls woke you. Slowly wriggling out of Wanda’s embrace you quietly moved around reviving the dying fire, pulling out the rest of the fruit and some cheese.

Looking over at Wanda your eyes widened, sucking in a quick gasp. Her eyes were glossed over in a milky liquid, a frown etched into her features. She kept her voice calm, trying to reassure you, “This is normal. Don’t worry.”

“H-how long will it last?” Your voice shook in worry. She’s told you the process of shedding before, but it’s surreal seeing with your own eyes. Your heart aches that she has to deal with this, especially when her beautiful orbs turn this way. “Can you see at all?”

“Everything is very blurry, mostly silhouettes. It will last the day, then I will molt afterwards,” You scrambled over to help her sit up. “I can still help you hunt in the morning.” She offered, finding your forehead to plant a kiss.

You sighed declining, “No, you need to conserve your energy. I will run to the market and check on the farm. I will return as quick as I can.” You got up grabbing your pouch of drachma, slipping your sandals on.

“I left the food and juice next to the fire if you get hungry.” Stepping to her, you gently cupped her face pressing kiss to her, “I promise to be back soon.” You hurried to the front of the cave, scurrying off.

Wanda’s shoulders slumped hearing you leave, sulking that she started her shedding process. She really wanted to help you hunt, to watch you in action as you provided for her. You’ve done so much for her, always the attentive lover.

Her chest sunk, thoughts weighing on her mind. Despite the gesture last night, she regrets letting you do everything in the relationship. Realizing her situation her self- deprecating thoughts started to spiral. She kept telling herself that you deserved better, that you deserved a human girl. She could never walk in public with you, witness festivals or theatrical performances at the amphitheater. In that moment she hated her skin. Her tail, she wanted rip off. Heavy sadness threatening to drown her under its waves. Holding herself she dug her nails deep into her triceps, keeping herself from crying.

Wanda sensed new scents before she heard the anything. Sliding to the back entrance, her ears straining for any sound.

“Father we have been at this hunt for days. There has been no sign of the Lamia.” A young male voice croakily complained. Covering her mouth Wanda froze, not wanting to make a sound.

“That depraved evil beast murdered my son! Your brother!” An older, more gruff voice resounded, anger seethed with each word, “I will skin it and parade its body around town if it’s the last thing I do.”

Terror chilled Wanda to the bone, regardless of the fading footsteps above. Her heart pounded in ears as she Wanda crept back smothering the fire with her tail, wincing at the pain. Taking the torches off the wall she doused them in the hydria, leaving the cave in complete darkness. Curling herself into a ball she quieted her breathing, until you came home; praying over and over to the gods that those men didn’t find her.

—

Coming back, the first thing you notice was silence and darkness completely enshrouding the cave.

“Love?” You called out, concern bubbling up. Restrained sniffles alerted you to her figure balled in a corner. Discarding your stuff you rushed to her side, “Wanda!”

Upon hearing your voice Wanda uncurled herself, lunging at you. Effortlessly knocking you over, you immediately noticed how firmly she was clinging to you. ”Wands, what happened? Why are the fires out?”

“Men were near the cave. I smothered the fires and hid,” her voice shaky, clinging to you tighter that it began to hurt, “They were looking for me. One of them wanted to skin me.” Her voice grew panicked, her breathing picked up.

“I’m here now Wanda. No one is going to hurt you,” Sitting up to cradle her you held her as tightly as you could. Your heart ached at her state. She was immensely trying to make herself small, trying to disappear.

“I’m sorry.” She sobbed. Hard.

“Baby, you don’t have to apologize,” you tried keeping your voice steady, beginning to cry yourself.

You felt her shaking her head in your chest, “No. I’m weak. You have to do almost everything for me.” Wanda sobbed harder, burying her face in your neck. Wet tears slid over your collarbone, a mix of yours and hers. Wanda mumbled out, “I feel like such a burden to you.”

That shattered your heart. “No,” you stated matter-of-factly, ”Wanda, you never have been, never will be a burden.”

Attempting to soothe her further, “I enjoy doing things for you. So, you have the pleasure to do whatever you wish without the worry of basic things.” You continued telling her comforting words until she fell asleep.

Softly settling her on the ground you fumbled around for the firewood, flint, and steel. Repeatedly striking the steel on the flint, you finally got the fire going again. The scene saddened you: the food strung across the ground, the torches in the hydria, and Wanda’s tear stricken face. Her nose red, and her bottom lip wobbling in her slumber.

Once you scooted back next to her you gently pulled her head into your lap, playing with her hair to subconsciously soothe her and yourself. Your eyes glossed over her form noticing the small burn on the side of her tail. Your eyes closed in worry and frustration that you couldn’t do anything about it right now.

At some point in the night Wanda dragged you into her embrace, holding you close to her as if you would suddenly disappear. Listening to the even rise and fall of her chest, guilt gnawed in yours; knowing she went through something terrifying and you weren’t here to protect her.

Slowly trying to maneuver yourself from her grasp Wanda whimpered in protest. Her tail constricted around your legs, stilling you.

Running your hand through her soft locks you kissed her forehead, “I have to go hunt for today’s food. Im not going far, I’ll be right on the beach casting the net.” A weight lifted off your chest seeing her eyes clear again. With an audible whine and a pout she reluctantly let you go.

You paced yourself cleaning up ahead of grabbing your supplies, not wanting to leave her too soon. Kneeling in front on her you peppered her face is light kisses, reassuring her, “I’ll be right outside.”

Wanda wished nothing more for you to come back. Tears prickling her eyes at the incessant itch in her skin starting to creep up around her hips. Peeling off her chiton relief filled her as she glided around the stalagmites of the cave, freeing herself from her old shed.

She ended up lying on her back under all the dangling decorations, majority of her body spread throughout the cave. Hearing your soft grunts as you cast the net calmed her with the knowledge you were right there. Twisting on her stomach she watched you through the opening of the cave, enjoying the cool breeze that blew through the from entrance.

Satisfied with your catch you headed back to the shore. The refreshing water on your ankles gave way to the hot sand sticking to your feet.

Re-entering the cave you were surprised to see Wanda lying at the entrance looking up at you with doe eyes. Heart skipping a beat as your eyes wandered her bare back. Using her palms to push herself up she looked fatigued, but that didn’t stop her from smiling a little at your presence, “Hi.”

“Hi, baby. Did it hurt?” You inquired, gesturing to the long dead skin lying about the cavern.

She nodded her head, “A little.”

“That’s not too bad,” you hummed, walking deeper in the cave to place the plate of small fish down. Grabbing a pyxis of honey, a blanket, and a chestnut peplos you walked back to her crouching next to her.

Handing her the peplos you helped her fasten the linen material over her shoulders. Shifting down you gently applied the honey to her wound, ripping a strip of the blanket off tying it firmly around her injury.

You began to roll up her shed, the crinkling echo of it reverberating through the cavern. Dropping your shoulders, a sigh fell from your lips thumbing the edge of the hole in the shed where Wanda was injured.

“I’m sorry,” Wanda apologized again, fingers running across the edge of the peplos. Dropping down to the floor her pupils thinned into slits, focusing on your movements.

Looking into her eyes, her whole being,“Wanda, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m upset that you got hurt and I wasn’t here to protect you.”

Her hands wrapped around your forearm, then sliding around your torso, hugging you. Resting her chin on your shoulder, she announced, “With every fiber of my existence, I love you.”

“Wanda, I would defy the gods if it meant I can keep you by my side,” You reciprocated the deeply affectionate words. Tilting your head as you ran your hand down her smooth scales, “What do you normally do with the shed?”

“I normally burn it. My own little sacrifice to the deities in a way.” You nodded hoisting her up, guiding her to the fire.

Handing the old skin to her, she thanked you tossing it into the fire. The flames licked up the sides of the old skin, quickly burning it to ash. Her hands slipped from your body, interlocking with each other. Bowing her head she chanted in a foreign tongue.

You closed your eyes in a silent prayer: a solemn promise to her and yourself that you both won’t be alone again.

[slutforpringles]

Daniel Ricciardo with a fan in WA yesterday | 15.01.2025

[cloudcorpses]

gojo believers every leak day:

[number1ham1ltonfan]

Man when we're eating the rich this is how Ima look when we have to eat Lin-Manuel.

[satorella]

i miss him