#and its amazing for ur garden

[lostryu]

gonna try to compost the plants that didnt survive the winter

[darabeatha]

/ What are the chances that our ☝️☝️🤝 muses 👥could pin for each other? 🤔 maybe even if I dare say so, feel the.... dokis for each other? 😳

[my-my-my]

Hello! Do u still accept requests? If yes , then just imagine Aizen and s/o taking bath together... I wanna read it from you, since you are my favorite author. I hope ur doing well! (Ps. can we have Aizen in Hueco Mundo) I hope u will accept my request

I'm sorry for the late reply, but yes I'm still taking requests! Thank you for your incredibly kind words, I'm touched! I hope this is to your liking. Thank you for your patience, always. I received a similar ask, so I'll be combining these two requests.

TW: NSFW, hand job, fingering, and... gentle dom!Aizen

Read on AO3.

Las Noches would forever leave you in awe. Its stark white architecture, grandiose ceilings in contrast to the ever chaotic and brutal landscape of Hueco Mundo, was a sight to behold. On one hand, you were amazed Lord Aizen could have designed such an intricate, yet heavily fortified palace, but on the other… the man’s intellect was incomprehensible – a palace such as this was to be expected from him. He knew what he wanted; he had expectations set for everything and everyone in his vicinity.

Even you.

At first it frightened you, how high his expectations were for everything and everyone, even himself. Yet as time went on, he was a man on a mission, a goal pushed forward by an idea… and he could not afford mistakes.

Even someone like you, a soul swept up in Lord Aizen’s machinations, had a role to play in his grand scheme. You never asked Lord Aizen what this arrangement you two had, one that started in Soul Society. You weren’t strictly a bed fellow for him, as he often wanted your company for his morning tea, or evening walks. The relationship you two had was for you, undefined, but also clear that you were the only person providing him of some type of companionship, not only physically, but possibly mentally.

Tonight wasn’t a night for an evening stroll though. You had grown accustomed to Lord Aizen’s schedule, his underlying quirks and preferences. A part of you knew that tonight, for some reason, he wanted a nice, relaxing bath.

You had requested Tosen-san for permission to enter the World of the Living to procure the necessary items for tonight. Almond oil and rose water shower items that you knew would suit Lord Aizen’s whims and ideally, help him relax.

His personal bathroom was also a wonder in its own right. Similar to the rest of Las Noches, it was minimal in design, but surprisingly not grand. The bath itself was designed for two people to move around freely, with black trimmings and faucets to accompany it. There was an accompanying shower close by, with similar features. You began the preparations for his bath – turning on the faucet for warm water to flow, occasionally swirling it with your hand to check the temperature. You were clad in a simple, silk robe gifted to you by Lord Aizen, only to be worn in his quarters (well, your quarters that the two of you shared).

A small part of you doubted yourself though, maybe you did not know him as well as you thought? Maybe he wouldn’t have a bath today. Maybe he took one as you were roaming the Las Noches garden (that he designed for you). You were never sure of where you stood with him, a lover? A friend? A stranger he humoured?

“Thank you for preparing the bath tonight.” Lord Aizen said as he entered the room. His voice startled you, your early doubts fading away. Another thing you were certain of Lord Aizen was his awareness of your attention. If you weren’t focused on the here, the now and him, well… your bottom ached at the last time you were unfocused in his presence.

“It’s my pleasure, Aizen-sama. I had a feeling you wanted one tonight. How was your day?” You asked, as you proceeded to help him take off his clothes.

It didn’t matter how many times you saw him like this, you couldn’t help but have a faint blush in his state of undress. As you undid his magenta sash, he leaned forward to leave a faint kiss on your forehead. A silent thank you. He proceeded to undo your robe, leaving you completely bare to him.

He kissed and nipped along your neck as you continued with his robe. His deep voice rumbling through your body as he continued to speak, “it went well. Preparations are set for when the humans arrive.” You hummed as he continued through his day.

Once he was fully nude, you led him to the shower. He leaned down as you massaged his scalp, his thick brown hair lathered with shampoo. His hair was incredibly soft, and this was one of the few times where you could freely touch him. Once his hair was clean, you gently began to lather his body, softly massaging his back along the way.

“Sir…” you murmured, continuing to clean him, “you’re particularly tense today. Is everything alright?”

Aizen tensed some more, saying your name, “everything is fine.” His back, tensing up in response. You knew that tone, it was a tone where no further questions were to be asked, so you kissed his shoulder blade as an apology.

“Then let me help you relax, Lord Aizen.” You said, reaching your arms to his front. Your fingers ghosted over the expanse of his chest, trailing further down towards his cock. It was soft in your hands, but twitched ever so slightly as your breasts were pushed up against him.

You hummed a small song as you moved your hand up and down his cock. You smiled to yourself as you heard Lord Aizen’s breath hitch.

Calling your name, Lord Aizen pulled your hands away from him and stopped the shower. He pulled you to the bath, forcing you into his lap. His face was slightly flushed from the heat of the shower, is this what “dripping with good looks” meant?

You pushed towards him for a kiss, moaning as he pinched and rolled your nipples between his fingers,

That’s not fair you thought, pulling away from him with a pout. Lord Aizen smirked, as if he knew what you were thinking. You yelped in his lap as he nipped your breasts. He lapped at your sensitive buds, while holding you firmly in place.

With a “pop”, he freed your nipple from his ministrations and trailed kisses back up your neck. You huffed in response and pushed him down, your hands finding his slowly-growing, erect cock. You gave him a glare as you wrapped your hand around it, pumping him slowly.

But Lord Aizen was unfazed and continued to stare you down as you quickened your pace. You kissed his lips, then across his chest; quick pecks to show him your unwavering affection for him.

You felt his hand lay gently on your head as he pet you. You looked up at him, eyes wide and filled with joy as he called you his good girl.

You smiled as he closed his eyes. You knew he was close when his shoulders dropped and he leaned forward for another kiss. His breaths became pants as you squeezed his cock gently and with a groan, his cum spilled into the water.

“I think we need to take another shower, Lord Aizen.” You cheekily said, with a grin adorning your face. Bits of his cum laying on his chest and your body. Lord Aizen nuzzled your cheek, “and it’s time for my queen to receive her reward.”

Queen?! You thought, shock written all over your face. But before you could ask, Aizen pulled you out of the water and pushed you against the wall. Cupping your chin, he left you a deep kiss, as his fingers glided over your wet pussy. Another moan escaped into the kiss as you felt him push two fingers in, with a third following.

You felt the familiar waves of an orgasm approaching, as his thumb flicked your clit with every pump of his fingers. His other hand was wrapped securely around your throat, not enough pressure to choke you, but enough that you couldn’t move your head, forcing you to look at him.

“Please sir,” you begged, your orgasm approaching, “I need to cum!” You pleaded, tears pricking your eyes.

You couldn’t read his expression, but you knew he was satisfied with your response as he pulled his fingers out of you. Your legs felt weak until he propped you against him, and with one swift motion, pushed his cock through your sopping wet pussy.

You threw your head back in a loud groan as he began to bounce you on his cock. You knew he wouldn’t last quickly from his own orgasm moments ago, so you squeezed around him. Lord Aizen narrowed his eyes and quickened his pace, your back began to hurt from his unrelenting pace.

“Does my queen still want to cum?” Lord Aizen asked, as one hand left your hip to your clit. You nodded your head, moans and babbles of “yes, please sir”. Lord Aizen kissed your check and rubbed your clit as his pace turned sloppy. Your orgasm hit you with such intensity, you thought you saw stars, as Aizen pumped his cum deep inside you.

The room was quiet save for the panting from the two of you. Lord Aizen gently lowered your legs back to the floor, a satisfied grin gracing his face as he watched his cum drip down your thighs.

The two of you steadied your breathing, as your body began to ache from all of Lord Aizen’s prior ministrations. Cupping your face into his large, warm hand, Lord Aizen towered over you. His voice was clear throughout the room, “you promised me another shower, did you not my queen?”

Thank you for reading!!

Here are the songs I was listening to set the vibe lol:

Saint Seduce & L2 - Sedna

박혜진 Park Hye Jin - Like This

Classixx - A Stranger Love (RAC Remix)

[snuurp]

if Wyll ordered something different i think Astarion would weep (while drinking the coffee because he refuses to waste it)

its finally done!!!!!!! apologies for the delays, i uh. i got a pc and have been playing bg3 for the first time out of multiplayer. and with mods now. shout out to @oozingcool for installing those and also editing this ur amazing. more info/whatever else i think of under the cut again.

Astarion works at fantasy Starbucks (and Ye Olde Olive Garden) towards the start of the timeline and eventually quits both jobs to work at Halsins diner (name suggestions appreciated) (please) he's the backbone of fantasy Starbucks and no matter how abysmal he lets his customer service get (he only really cares about the Ye Olde Olive Garden tips) they won't fire him.

i was so excited about using fun colours in this one that i forgot i can't write dialogue to save my life lol. i'm gonna start future comics with scripts instead of storyboards.

i KNOW Gale won the poll but if i don't draw a beautiful woman i might shrivel up and die so we're getting Karlach content and we're all gonna like it okay. Gale will be here as soon as i learn how to draw guitars.

[inglourious-imagines]

practically begging for some george luz w/ enemies to lovers. everyone always writes amazing friends to lovers but there’s sm potential w e2l !!! love ur writing btw xx

Jokes on You (George Luz x Fem!Reader)

Requested by: anon

Summary: George Luz is a funny guy, there is absolutely no denying that. He likes making jokes, and he likes it even more when people laugh at them. So what happens when there comes a person who makes just as good jokes as George? Or maybe even better? Some enemies to lovers for y’all.

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @teenmagazines @meteora-fc @eugenesmorphine @band-of-brothers-cz @real-fans @not-john-watsons-blog @tealaquinn @ok-roemanov @mrseasycompany @punkgeekchic @wexhappyxfew @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @rayofshanshine @mavysnavy @easynix @georgeluzwarmhugs @easy-company-tradition @immrsronaldspeirs @snafus-peckuh @curraheewestandalone @warrior-healer @justamadgirlinabox @happyveday @order-of-river-phoenix @whoahersheybars @nixoninc

Warnings: like two swear words, angst in the form of Bastogne

A/N: I so suck at endings.

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Cracking jokes and making people laugh is George’s thing and his only, that’s how it’s always been. He is the funny guy in the group, that’s how he likes to define himself, the funny one. But to define is to limit and George has made the mistake of limiting himself to clinging to one particular personality trait, humour.

And then Y/N came along; about four months into the boot camp Y/N got reassigned from Dog Company to Easy Company for reasons no one knew, except for Lewis Nixon perhaps. George did not start hating her per say right from the moment he met her, but ever since she beat him to the joke when watching his favourite movie he’s strongly despised her. From then on, the feelings only got stronger; she’s always making the whole Company laugh, some of the jokes even on his account which George does not like one bit, hell she even managed to make Blithe chuckle that one day after D-Day.

Y/N had no idea what she triggered by her naturally jokester nature until she had to face a very pissed off George after she blabbed some joke about some actress and then a very pissed off George is the only kind of George she has had the privilege of meeting. The woman has pondered greatly about what she could have possibly done to anger the man so, but nothing came to mind and she soon gave up. George continued and stubbornly continues to be rude to her so she should only repay his “kindness”.

After Carentan, the word of Operation Market Garden is in the air and the Allies are particularly optimistic. Easy is in the pub, celebrating its successes in the war, while some reinforcements are trying to mingle. Y/N is watching it all from behind, the old breed not wanting to socialize with the newbies at all and sometimes the situations can get truly hilarious.

Somehow, in a few minutes, she finds herself behind a table with Luz, Malarkey, Muck and other three reinforcements who are just drinking up George’s story about his valour in Normandy. Her lips itch upwards from now and then, George’s drunkenness making it all the more amusing. Y/N can tell the new guys are impressed and somewhat terrified as well and one of them puts a pin on it when he asks Luz, “And what rank are you?”

The table sits in silence for a moment, for absolutely no one expected such question, not even the other reinforcements, then Malarkey and Muck burst out laughing, almost tipping over their beers.

Y/N chuckles, reaches over, and pats the guy’s arm. “Oh c’mon, it is Private!”

That absolutely finishes off Don and Skip, Skip eventually falls off his chair, the reinforcements are now laughing too; the mood slightly more friendly and at ease than before. Not for everyone though.

George is red to his ears, as he frowns. “The joke wasn’t that good. And it’s not even true.”

Donald is hiccupping now but manages to answer, “A- a bit c- corny, yes, but f-fucking b-brilliant.”

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At this point the Company is divided into two parts only, one part bets on the two of them killing each other and the other parts bets on them fucking; which it will be is truly in the stars for George and Y/N are face to face again, both of them red in the cheeks from all the anger, both of them shouting some incoherent insults, and as Penkala has put it, “See? Honestly I can really see both happening. They will either kill each other or fuck, there is absolutely nothing in between.”

But then Market Garden happens, an underestimated operation, that leaves behind too many dead than it should and when all of Easy is boarded on trucks, retreating, the company is two people short.

Bull Randleman and Y/N Y/L/N.

The officers discuss what can be done, and despite all of the men wanting to go and save the two of the best soldiers in the company, they know they can’t. And exactly that is making George Luz lose his mind. He can’t really understand why he is so restless, anxious, and downright terrified throughout the whole night; he tosses and turns, he is not able to bring himself to close his eyes.

But then in the morning he sees Y/N on the jeep next to Bull and suddenly he feels like he could fly and go to Berlin and kill Hitler, just so he could see the carefree smile on her face.

It clicks in him just then, and Malarkey pats his shoulder. “So, you’ve finally figured it out, huh?”

George turns to him, confused. “What?”

Malarkey laughs, shaking his head, and says, “Don’t play dumb with me, you idiot, I saw it just now.”

As much as George would like to answer his friend, he truly has no idea what he is talking about, and when that dawns on Donald, he offers George a sympathetic smile.

“Okay, let me put your thoughts to words, ‘cause you’re such an oblivious idiot that you probably wouldn’t figure it out by the time this motherfucking war is over,” Malarkey continues, “you don’t hate her, do you, not really.”

It is not even a question, more of a statement, and George really wants to protest, more than anything, because it is ridiculous, right?

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The plan to be home by Christmas isn’t really working out for the Allies but the soldiers of Easy Company have already forgotten about those false hopes, they aren’t the ones to be bothered with when you freeze your ass off in a foxhole in the middle of a forest where the trees blow up every now and then and the place becomes a tornado.

Y/N shares a foxhole with Muck and Penkala, the trio trying to lighten up their gloomy moods with laughter. But even Y/N is running out of jokes now, so when doc Roe runs up to them, asking for scissors, she’s more than happy to go look for them with him too, the need to stretch her stiff and frozen body overpowering her whole self.

She’s just a couple of meters away from her foxhole when another German artillery attack comes and the whole forest becomes a hurricane of explosions, splinters, and blood. The soldier throws herself to the ground, crawling her way, slowly, back to her foxhole, Muck and Penkala shouting something at her she can’t hear, encouraging her to hurry up.

Dirt is everywhere, she barely can see, she covers her ears and head with her hands as another hit comes; she continues right after the explosion, crawling, crawling, crawling.

Muck and Penkala are still shouting at her, she is getting closer; Y/N can hear another artillery attack coming but this time she doesn’t stop proceeding, she knows she has to get into the foxhole soon, so she keeps on pushing.

The explosion comes. Everything goes white for a moment. The pressure wave makes her stop moving, and she is forced to close her eyes and cover her head with her hands.

She opens her eyes. There is nothing.

Seconds ago, there were two people, now there is nothing, nothing left, not a single trace that there have ever human beings stood.

Y/N can’t bring herself to move, she stares blankly into the space before her, her limbs are stiff. But then some arms grab her body, she can hear someone shouting at her.

3 seconds. That’s all it takes her to get back. She holds on to George’s arms as they run together to another foxhole, jumping right in. He immediately brings her into his body, she wraps her arms around his torso instinctively, holding onto him so tight, her head resting on his chest. George shields her body from everything outside and when the bombing finally stops, they don’t let go of each other for another few moments.

It isn’t until a few years after the war and they are married to each other, when they finally talk about what happened that day in the forest of Bois Jacques, not a day sooner. Ever since then, their relationship has been changed, both very much aware of it, neither of them brave enough to bring it up just yet.

It is in Haguenau, where they finally share a conversation. George finds her on her own, behind some building, hiding behind some sacks, looking at the river. He throws a Hershey bar into her lap and when she looks up in confusion, he offers her a warm tired smile.

“What did I do to deserve the affection of the one and only George Luz?” she tries to crack up a joke and chuckles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. George knows Y/N is exhausted beyond words.

He sits down next to her, as he opens his mouth to say something, but he rethinks it in the last second and nothing comes out. They sit out there for a few minutes, sharing the silence and strangely enough, it feels nice. George finally does not feel the need to talk all the time, the need to prove himself funny or worthy of other people’s attention.

“Have you ever been to Rhode Island?” he suddenly blurts out, surprising himself and her at the choice of the question.

Y/N smiles, doesn’t ask why or what. “No, never.”

“Then come with me.”

This time she asks what.

“After the war I mean, come home after the war with me.”

“But- but, you-“ she stutters, her cheeks slightly red, “but you hate me.”

George chuckles at that and looks at her. She has bags under her eyes that are a bit bloodshot (she hasn’t slept much in the last few days), her hair is dirty from dirt and sweat, her face has several scratches and marks, his eyes finds the most visible one just below her left cheekbone (he recalls that day in Carentan when a piece of shrapnel hit her and the wound looked way worse then it actually was for she had blood all over her left side of face, freaking out silently has never been so hard – he hadn’t known at that time what will come). He has never seen anything to maddeningly and purely beautiful as her.

“I thought I did, a very long time ago,” he says, “but actually I never did. I don’t hate you. How could I?”

Y/N looks at him and through all the pain, horror, and grief, she feels peace. It surprises her.

And so she responds, “Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“Okay, I will come home with you. How could I not?”

[bloomsinthespring]

I had a very plesant lunch with your beloved!

We started with a deliciously premium garden salad with a delicious spring herb vinaigrette: I used to complain about these things, but The Manacle has a truly amazing chef, he can turn shrubbery into a delight.

We moved on to an amazing deconstruction of a beef wellington and a surf and turf: it would be hard to explain real class to someone like you, but let me tell you, the pairing as fantastic. The wine was of course exquisite.

When I mentionned her lack of arm candy, however, she was puzzled! She wondered where you had been!

Well, imagine the shock on her face when I shoed her your blog! Your "girlfriend" has quite the poker face, but even I could see a little twitch in her eye when I showed her what you did last night. I said I'll fill you in, since she didn't know how this website worked.

Expect a phone call <3

you ruined everything, you know that? youre such a sick fucker what did you get out of it? do you want to fuck her so bad you had to do this? is that it? well i hope you enjoy it like you enjoyed this stupid lunch. do you think i care about your shitty fucking class nd your beef wheelington or whatver go to hell go to hell. i hope that salad was rotten i hope you throw up everything you ate i hope the seafood gives u poisoning i hope u shit ur intestines out i hope your toilet explodes i hope you have to pray for God to have mercy on you as you lie there dying in ur own shit you fucking miserable maggot i hate you I HATE YOU I HATE YOU IM NEVER GONNA SEE HER AGAIN AND ITS YOUR FAULT I HATE YOU I HOPE YOU SUFFER AND DIE

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

I don’t know if you’re still doing the trick or treat thing, but I am dying for some Bagginshield fluff, featuring my favorite berry, maybe? 🥺🫐

Sorry I couldn't get this out last night, but here's some blueberry fluff!

Try It?

Pairing: Bagginshield

Type of Treat: Fluffy

Word Count: 662

It was a wondrous day for a walk through the mountainside. When Thorin had asked for Bilbo’s hand, he had made sure the dwarf realized how important sunshine and outdoor walks were to him if he were to remain in Erebor. Exactly four days later, there was a balcony and hidden set of stairs outside the royal apartments. Dis and Balin did nothing but chastise Thorin for how reckless that was, but Bilbo was completely enamored with the dwarf’s ingenuity. Their wedding had been the happiest day of Bilbo’s life.

Wandering through what Bilbo referred to as ‘the gardens’ he took stock of all the plant life returning to the mountains in the wake of Smaug’s demise. Many of them Bilbo was familiar with, but there was the occasional plant or two that Bilbo had to have Ori help him look up the name for it. Nearing the end of his walking trail, Bilbo checked on what he had assumed was a tree growing in only to be met with a beautiful sight!

Fresh wild blueberries were blossoming, thick and full and nearly bursting. Bilbo’s mind was racing with all the recipes he could make with a basketful of them. He might even have enough for a pie! Taking off his jacket, Bilbo created a makeshift carrier for the berries plucking as many as he could. He cursed his inability to reach the higher ones and vowed to come back with a basket and Thorin later for a respectable berry picking. 

Once he had as many blueberries as he could manage, he folded them carefully into his jacket and carted them back up the mountainside. Not quite enough for a pie, but more than enough for some tarts! As soon as he was back in his and Thorin’s suite, he made his way straight for the kitchen. Fully stocked and furnished, a wedding gift from the family Urs. 

“Bilbo, what are you doing?” Thorin asked amused, finding him hours later covered in flour and smelling of pastry dough.

“Look! I found blueberries today! We can go back tomorrow and gather the rest of them and maybe can them or turn it to jam…why do you have that weird look on your face?”

Thorin’s grimace seemed to be twinged with guilt when he admitted. “I don’t like blueberries.”

Bilbo was aghast. He had never heard of someone not liking blueberries! “What? Whyever not?”

“The fruit itself is yellow but somehow it has a purple juice? It is…odd. And then I’m not a fan of the outside texture.”

Bilbo’s mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ of understanding. “You’ve only ever had them raw, not baked? Would you be willing to try a tart of mine to see if you would like it?”

Thorin looked uncomfortable, and Bilbo was quick to reassure him with a kiss. “You don’t have to. In the Shire, we believe food should be enjoyed, not forced. I’m not trying to pressure you.”

“If they were blackberries…believe me, amrâlimê (my love), I would have them devoured in a heartbeat. But blueberries…”

Bilbo kissed Thorin again, more thoroughly. “It is perfectly alright, my dear. I’m sure there are members of the Company that would be more than willing to…”

Thorin suddenly grabbed Bilbo and kissed him again, his tongue exploring its way into Bilbo’s mouth. Not that he was complaining in the slightest.

“Are those the blueberries I taste?” He asked when he finally pulled away, a wondrous look in his eye.

Bilbo smirked. “Well I had to sample the tarts to make sure they were edible.”

Thorin rolled his eyes and shook his head before taking a step towards Bilbo’s cooling tarts. He hesitantly picked it up, gave it a sniff, before popping it in his mouth. Thorin’s eyes grew wide in amazement, and he quickly ate five more after it. It was then that he and Bilbo found out that blueberries Thorin liked. It was grapes he had an issue with.

[icemintfreeze]

Literally me when the garden is fearful (I LOVE FEAR GARDEN SO MUCH AND IVE BEEN MEANING TO READ TEN RULES IT LOOKS SO AMAZING SO FAR RGAHJRKAKGKSKKGKSKF SCREAMMMSSSSS)

also I just started bones crushing so if you . Say anything thats possible spoilers ple ase dont . Spoilers me SORYAHRHJAJF (I think its Bubble I think thats my theory I think its her) (I’ve thought it was her since like the first few chapters) (I made a teirlist to keep track of my suspects and who is ruled out)

you are so extremely so super awesome and you inspire me a lot !!!!!!!

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HELLOOOOO????? HELLO UR STYLE OH MY GOD???!? THESE ARE SICK!!!! /VPOS

And ohmygosh I do hope you enjoy ten rules!!!! Thank you so much for your kind words, I’m flattered to hear that I inspire you!! 🥹

Enjoy the rest of FG2!!!

[ssseriema]

saw ur post about it being be nice to bugs day soooo here’s some more bugs! All spiders bc spiders are amazing and perfect and and and anygays

There’s this tiny little dude(/non gendered I call all tiny cute things little dude) they refused to pose for a picture, so there’s a blurry picture of them, and their little leg just peaking out!

And there’s also this little dude! Adorable jumping spider, but they absolutely terrified the children at the summer camp we found them at :(

also update on the yellow garden spider, the web is now even bigger(spinning maybe 3 or 4 feet instead of the original 2) and also there’s a much smaller web with a male spider, who’s somehow managed to not get eaten. We’re assuming he’s trying to mate with her.

AWWWEEEE!!! LITTLE GUYS I LOVE THEM SM...,,, a shame the jumping spider scared the kids but i hope its still thriving out there

[bunny584]

AYO JUST SAW THAT UR WRITING AGAIN!??!

omg my gorgeous angelic woman I was keeping calm (because we respect ur boundaries and wishes bare minimum mi corazon) BUT OH MY DEAR LORD UR WRITING AGAIN!! YAY!!

IS IT FATHER GETO?!? PLEASE TELL ME ITS FATHER GETO 🛐🛐🛐🛐

ur writing style is delicious I want to gobble It up

manifesting father geto frfr okay love you my sweet tulip bye have an amazing day/noon/evening/night <333

-🎀

Hi mija 💕

It’s so nice to feel creative again, even if it’s just a sentence at a time. The Good Chaplain missed you at his Mass last week. He is looking forward to the extra time you’ll be spending in the Church Garden to speak with God of course 🙂‍↕️

In all seriousness, it’s so sweet that you guys have missed him so much. I was feeling like only a handful of people were actually interested in the story so I let it simmer for maybe a little too long.

He’ll be back before you can recite all of your Hail Marys

Blessed be the fruit 💋

[possibilistfanfiction]

Genuine question, how did you figure out or realize the whole being butch thing? What does being butch mean to you?

idk if it was like… figure out? more so just putting a name to something i’ve always felt or known about myself. i came out as a lesbian, then i came out as nb, then i was like well i want gender affirming care so that must mean i am Trans™️, & it’s like… none of those words or kind of… vibes (lol sorry) quite fit? i don’t feel like a cis lesbian, & i actually kind of despise non-binary as a concept (don’t send asks abt this i won’t answer them lol, do ur own thing if u love it that’s cool); i think for me personally Transness is a little too serious & intense & limiting to how i feel. & im a white afab person in a smaller body, & honestly…….. we are often the wooooorst demographic of trans ppl lmao so i just didn’t even rly like some spaces i was in. i got the most important gender affirming care i wanted, i moved & i got married, i got to work remotely etc

& so just sitting with all of that it was like. ok well a lot of neoliberal queer spaces piss me the fuck off; i’m not cis, but i’m not TRANS in the way a lot of ppl (very validly) feel; i do Not like nb. i’d read stone butch blues before, i have a degree in critical theory where i worked a loooot w queer theory, obviously i’ve written abt queerness for ages lol. so then i was just like ah. butch. dyke. YAH! sweet. 100/10 feels amazing i love it

& i think for me i love those words most bc they’re rooted in really radical belief that i have. they carry an ethic with them that, at its best & most intersectional ofc, i want to act on, all the time. i want to show up for people & be protective & tough & strong but i also so deeply want to be nurturing & nourishing. i want to allow myself to be nourished & cared for. i think it feels rly wonderful to have a word for transgressive gender that sums it all up bc people lived it before me. they made that very specific & particular space to experience femininity in a way that doesn’t feel like a noose.

i think also butchness is so expansive! something that never sat right w me abt the way we talk abt transness in the west is that i don’t think there are ‘pre’ & ‘post’ transition selves. like… i’ve never been Not Me? like i came out of the womb a dyke. all i did my entire childhood is run around in the mountains, catalogue leaves, play w my dog, read nancy drew, & avidly watch + play any women’s soccer i could. i loved to fish & mountain bike, i grew up in the desert so gardening to me was a miracle. i never cared abt gender at all beyond like ‘well i guess i’m a girl & the women i admire just won a world cup, they’re badass’ & that was it. i liked boys clothes bc they were practical & felt better, but i just. didn’t think about it. ppl called me a tomboy which was fine, i liked scout in to kill a mockingbird so whatever. but i never felt “non-binary” & i certainly never felt like a boy.

& i am… still just like that lmao. i hated my boobs, point blank day 1 lol, but that doesn’t have to mean i’m trans, or that i’ve somehow changed in a way that requires separation from who i’ve been my whole life. i HATE the language of ‘dead/lived’ name; i hate the weird expectation that u should allow the state to have all of ur gender stuff on record (no fucking thank you, y’all can keep my legal name & i will be flying under the radar lol). so i think western transness rly just. irritates me. doesn’t fit. hasn’t ever fit.

so butchness is like. i am 8 year old jude, i’m just older now. if this makes sense ur butch lmao but. it’s this rly free space to play w masculinity in a way that doesn’t necessitate western transness, & also doesn’t necessitate a separation from maternalism, which i fundamentally believe in. i don’t even rly think of my own care as “gender affirming” & more just like… essence affirming. i didn’t want top surgery so my body could be read as male; i wanted it so i could look like me. i want my clothes to feel & fit in a Very particular way bc that’s how i like them. it’s abt practicality, efficiency, comfort.

& lastly to me butchness has a remarkable space for tenderness that masculinity on its own just cannot hold. like. it’s abt being protective & strong, sure, but it’s in service of others. always always always. so sometimes that looks like communicating calmly, sometimes that looks like infinite small acts of service for ur friends or ur partner. when i think of settling into myself it’s more about returning to who i knew i was when i was a kid, when i was the only person my dog liked & how it felt to sit on the swings when the sun was setting after the monsoon; it’s allowing myself to love like that — caring, & quiet, & full.

ultimately to me butchness is about devotion, more than anything in the world. devoted to safety, devoted to community. no one is devoted the way dykes are bc it’s how we survive. it’s how we have always survived — the steadfastness, the faith, the joy, even thru suffering, to not be boxed in. to help each other. to be funny & kind & thoughtful & not reject the absolute best parts of womanhood for the sake of a western box. to demand care. it’s so beautiful. devotion.

tldr it’s the best

[reeama-the-mage]

Just watched all of candle obscura circle of needle and thread because I think brennan Lee mulligan is cool

actual point of the post under read more bcuz I was typing and then realized oh no this is getting a bit long

I have to say I genuinely believe Sean thought that Marion was going to survive the encounter w/ the mother, like first of all because of Brennan playing Sean w/ that one convo of like "Hey remember u r valuable inherently and ur amazing and I love u and I been to make sure u put urself first if anything happens" (and oooooh God I'm just realizing he didn't, did he? Sean wanted Marion to put himself first so he could survive this horrid horrid thing, and he was this close, but only because he didn't put himself first did he die ok ok cries) trying to ensure that Marion wouldn't mess around and would get himself out of danger if need be and also because he put his mom in Marion's house, and like Marion said he doesn't have anyone to go home to, he told ppl that's where his mom was its not like he was trying to hide her at Marion's house, and u don't put someone u love who's just been in a horrible place in a house that no one's going to discover her in, especially if u think ur not surviving, I think Sean put her there bcuz he thought Marion would come back and help take care of her cause Marion is a good guy (unlike he thinks he is), also I don't think Sean particularly likes the creature that he strikes a deal with, because we see him say that he was upset at what he thought was Kingsley earlier for being like I get how u feel I had a sister that passed and wanting to kill him for that but that was all the monster, and the monster continues on like that!!! It's whole thing with Sean is "we are the same, help me with my stuff I help u with urs" even in the last battle after he's made the deal tho, he isn't actually trying to help the monster, sure he brings Marion there but he doesn't sacrifice him to the mother, he goes after Jean! Who is not involved with it at all, and then he slinks off into the shadows, to not do like anything until auntie Bea comes to him!! He dies and he's happy and he sees his ma, and mentions not being a gardener and the world not needing him, but Marion is a gardener, I can't imagine Sean being happy with Marion being taken out of the world, because Marion makes it better, in the end Sean is just concerned with keeping his end of the deal, not the monsters goals, probably just to make sure his moms safe!!!

[maepop]

Maepop your art is wonderful and everything you did the commission service were amazing!

I'm an artist myself and experiencing depression & extreme burnout really stinks, especially the weather makes us hard to do outdoor activities. Most of the artists felt this way and you're not alone.

If i may suggest, do you have hobbies (sewing, gardening, games, exercise etc.), chat your friends to talk, or small chores (taking a bath, cleaning the room)? That might be you'll feel something more worth living than hanging out in the bed?

Remember, these activities were rewarding the more to try getting up even the smallest achievements. Don't feel obligated and pressure to work, do the empty head and be part of your art to live with it; have fun and ur OCs were the best thing you'll done for the years.

sincerly yours,

anon lurker fanboy in the tumblr.

ps: shoutout to Murasaki shes the queen and ur also the queen too

thank you so much for taking the time to write such a kind message TwT i'm slowly trying to regain my bearings and get back into the groove of things but yes i have been taking a bit of an extended break, but it is hard to get back into the full swing of drawing and just annoying to not have it "come back" to me on command, but i suppose its better not to force it out and just let it come to you.

and thank you for enjoying my art and my OCs ;^) !

[ladytauria]

tauria!! 9, 14, 21, 74, 80, 84, 104, 122 from the book rec ask game please <33

ahhh thank you maya!

9. your favourite book of 2020

ahh, i'm actually going to answer this for---last year, because i remember it and also bc i hit my reading goal last year!!

so my actual answer would be nona the ninth, but as i have already rec'd gideon to bean and mentioned harrow in this list, i shan't count it.

s o.

i think i'm gonna go with The Midnight Lie by Marie Rutkoski, which is part one of a duology. the first is a retelling of cinderella, the second of sleeping beauty.

the first, to me, was much more enjoyable than the second, although i deeply enjoyed both. the first is singular pov, the second is split (i liked the LI's more!)

the book takes place on an island which is segregated into three classes / rings, each of which enjoys a vastly different quality of life than the other. the protagonist lives in the lowest class, where, if you're charged with a crime, no matter the severity, the guards can take any tribute they ask---from a few strands of hair to some blood to an eye, etc. she works with her guardian to help sneak people out of the lower ring and into the upper rings, and has always yearned for a taste of them hersellf. after spending a night in prison, she meets an outsider--the first on the island in many years--who helps her achieve just that.

also the plot twist in this book is. amazing.

14. a book that made you trip on literary acid

like. in the most positive way possible.

Harrow the Ninth.

look. i wasn't going to rec sequels. i wasn't.

but oh my god.

i walked away from this book with a headache and i said thank you ms. muir <3

(runner up answer would be the stars are legion, bc. oof. that book was a mind-fuck. again? best way possible. but also. damn.)

21. a book with a red cover

literally the first book that came to mind was Eldest, of the Inheritance Cycle.

(i was going to answer with "witches of ash & ruin by e. latimer" but my kindle cover is now blue -.- and uglier, imo. whatever.)

but, uh. The Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchett!! i started the discworld series with the tiffany aching series, and i highly recommend <3 the nac mac feegles make me giggle so much <3

also i deeply love tiffany and all of the things that pterry conveys through her <3

74. your favourite love triangle

i didn’t forget to answer this before i clicked post wdym

this is hard!!! ngl i actively avoid love triangles in books after being so inundated with them during some of my peak reading years lmao

ahhh but

i actually didn’t mind how the love triangle was handled in the early throne of glass books!

i don’t necessarily recommend those but i was. obsessed with them for a time xD

80. a book that reminds you of a loved one

i technically answered this on bean's! that would be "a girl of the limberlost" or "the secret garden" bc they both remind me of my mom.

also almost any murder mystery will remind me of her, as those were her favorite genre.

u h m. but to name a different book; i think of my brother every time i see a riordanverse book, particularly the Percy Jackson <3 i let him borrow my copies (i've. mostly forgiven him for their now beat up / falling apart state) and watching him develop his first otp / devour them was so sweet <3

104. a fluffy, sweet read

so i didn't technically rec it on bean's list, i just mentioned it.

Legends And Lattes - Travis Baldree! cozy, slice of life fantasy with a sapphic romance. an orc retires from adventuring to open a coffee shop in a city that's never heard of coffee. (its a gnomish thing.) has a lot of dnd-like setting things and so much found family <3

also it made me hungry, so like. have ur favorite warm drink & pastries on hand when you read it bc you may also end up wanting them <3

122. your favourite winter read

hmmm.

okay so first! um. when i think winter / autumn / summer / spring read i don't necessarily think about season in the book itself, but rather like... how i feel during those seasons. so! autumnal reads i prefer spookier vibes; summer i want lighter books i don't have to focus too much on bc the heat has melted my brain; and for winter i want books that are good for spending a long time under blankets, so. chunkier the better. (i don't know what a spring read is to me.)

i am going to answer this one with two books!

the first i have not actually read -- The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon, which is a fucking beast of a book. i am... about 20%? through it? i think? but i had to put it down bc i couldn't give it the full attention it deserved. however, i think, due to its size, it would be a lovely book to devour over a handful of snowy days, curled up in blankets <33

the second i have read, and i actually wouldn't call this one chunky, but. i dunno. it's made for a nice evening read, i think. anyway! The Forgotten Beasts of Eld by Patricia A McKilip.

[ book rec ask game ]

[rollercoasterwords]

i LOVED the new chapter thank you for sharing w us!! the way remus is crazy about sirius ahhhh he cuddled s in his sleep and he rly disliked the idea of sirius not wanting to drink w him!! neither of them might not know it but they Have each other!!!! The heartfelt conversations and one bed trope!!!! its so fuunnn!!!!!!

i am not from america and i've just had my first Halloween celebration ever!! this is just the perfect ending for a perfect night. ur amazing and wolfstar are looosers... to each other. i'll need to reread the chapter when i'm rly sober as well but i'm already In. Love.

ps when s said 'u don't understand' to r at the end did he mean his history with gardeners boy and how it affects him seeing an innocent muggle girl get arrested bc he was in yhe same position as noah (or whatever his name was) lover once or did he just say it to say it

again ty for the chapter ur amazing have a great november!

hello ty!! glad u enjoyed <3 the conversations r happening...the bed is being shared...i simply love a bit of accidental physical intimacy what can i say...

also again late 2 answering this but love that u had a fun halloween celebration!!! most people here celebrated over the weekend bc. weekend u know how it is...but i did go 2 a little halloween party last night after class <3 a chill end 2 the holiday...rip october u will be missed...

and the 'u don't understand' line. well i was not thinking abt the gardener's son when i wrote it lol but u can interpret it however u want...i was more just thinking of it as like. an expression of frustration. 'nobody understands me' emo type shit...shouting without thinking etc...

ty 4 the sweet message <3 hope ur november is starting off well!

[stellawolfearts]

So for pittedpeaches three stories what would you say is your favorite scene from each of the three stories (and also would you be willing to draw them as a request or com? *Insert the "take my money" meme here*)

(ppssstt honey, if you'd like a comm their not technically 'officially' open but if u want one dm me on my main and we can talk ;) . ofc if its a request just Kofi's fine but yesyes i would be willing to draw a scene from one of those fics)

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

SPOILERS FOR THESE FICS UNDER THE CUT PLEAS EPLEASE LISTN TO ME WHEN I SAY IF YOU LIKE SPICYNOODLES YOU NEED TO READ THESE FICS AND EXPERIENCE THEM WITHOUT PRIOR KNOWLEDGE OHMYGOD

god pittecpeaches has such good fics i cant-AAAA I CANT CHOOSE ONE.

so i just checked thier profile and i havent read a garden across our collarbone yet-

but out of the two i have read (genus daturam and from three thirty to four) i'd say....

Every part of Red Son which MK touched seemed to burn. The conversations they had that evening played over and over in his head. Red Son wished he could have stayed there forever, eating meals, washing dishes, kissing between intimate talks about parents and inside jokes about metal peaches–

Wait a minute. 

Wait a fucking minute- 

MK had nearly closed the window shut when Red Son ripped it open. “I didn’t know about the peaches.” 

MK stumbled back from the window, clearly not expecting Red Son to come back and say that of all things. “Uhh, what-”

THIS WHOLE SCENE HERE ITS BOTH HILAROUS AND SUCH AN AMAZING CLIMAX TO EVERYTHING THATS HAPPENED IN THE FIC LISTEN-LISTEN- NO GET UR ASS OVER HERE UR GNNA LISTEN TO ME AND LISTEN GOOD OKAY OKAY I NEED TO RANT-YOUVE GOT ME RANTING NOW MOTHERFUCKER/POS

theyve been secretly pining over each other for ages and then redson finnaly realises he's in love with mk and he knows mk doesnt know hes redson (WHICH IS HILAROUS OHMYGOD) and and and he LEAVES

FUCKER TRIES TO LEAVE BC "he loves red, not redson" BOOOIIIIIII

B O I

AND HE GOES OVER EVERYTHING THEY DID TOGETHOR AND ITS ALL BUILDING UP THE EMOPTIONS ARE ALREADY HIGHTEEND IN THE CHARACTERS AND READERS BECAUSE ALL THIS LOVEY DOVETY EXITEMNTY WEVE BEEN WAITING FOR IS FINNALLY HAPPENING ONLY FOR RED TO CUT IT OFF AND NOW HE'S GOING THROUGH EVERY THING IN THE DAY EBECAUSE HE WANTS TO TREASURE THE MEMORY EVERYONE CHATRACTERS AN DREADERS ARE FEELING THINGS AND THEN

O

OH

OH SHIT

THE METAL MOTHERFUCKING PEACHES

THE INSIDE JOKE THAT ONLY MK COULD MOTHERFUCKIN KNOW

i am so normal about this fic * froths at the mouth *

“When I asked you to cut the peaches, you made a joke asking whether they were real or metal.” Red Son climbed back into the house. “But I wouldn’t know about that, would I? So why did you make the joke?” 

MK���s eyes were wide and for a moment, Red Son saw it–the glimmer of realization. As quickly as it came it left, hidden by MK squeezing his eyes shut and laughing. “OH! Well, a long while back there was this race around the city, and the winner got what I thought were the real Peaches of Immortality but was actually–”

“But you didn’t say you made that mistake.” Red Son jabbed a finger into MK’s chest. “You said we did. The only people in that race were you, the Dragon Horse girl, and the Demon Bull Family. So how did we make that mistake?!” 

MK stumbled on the floor, falling flat onto his ass. He stared up at Red Son, chuckling awkwardly. “Uh, well, I just-I guess I just-uhh-I don’t know, I’m tired, and it probably slipped out, there’s nothing to it, you don’t have to worry about it Red S-RED! Red, Red, it’s no big deal–” 

MK was panicking, stumbling on his words, unable to look Red Son in the eye. It only confirmed what Red Son had begun to realize. 

“You know who I am, don’t you?” He looked down at MK.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHEN I SAY I FREAKED OUT DURING THIS SCENE I WAS FUCKING SCREAMING

I WAS CHEERING I WAS CRYING ALL THE FUCKING EMOTIONS CRASHING INTO ME AT O N C E

(rereads ur ask....oh you said pick a scene from each of them mkay mkay-

THE HAIR-WASHING SCENE IN GENUS DATURA

First off this is funny af definitly the kinda shit i would write

“Alright. I know you just told me you hate water,” MK turned Red Son, clasping his hands together with a strained smile. “But, I’m going to need you to get into the tub.” 

Red Son’s eyes went wider than noodle bowls. He turned his head to look at the tub, now nearly filled with water. MK could see Red Son’s mouth hang ajar as he turned back to face him. 

No, not face him. Red Son was looking behind MK, but why would he do that? All that was behind MK was the door-

Red Son scrambled for the exit on all fours. 

It took several minutes of shouting and chasing the surprisingly slippery Red Son around the bathroom before MK finally grabbed him. MK latched his arms around Red Son’s waist and pulled him from the ground. Red Son screeched, trying to pry MK’s arms off him. His skin was so hot it hurt to hold him, but at this point MK didn’t care. With a mighty heave, MK tossed Red Son into the bath.

The water splashed out the tub, covering the tiles in a thin sheen. Red Son floundered for a bit, thrashing his arms and legs beneath the water’s surface before emerging with a loud gasp. His ponytail had lost all its gravity-defying heat, now clinging to the back of Red Son’s neck. Red Son shuddered, aggressively trying to wipe the water off his steaming arms. 

HE SCRAMBLED ON ALL FOURS LMAO I CANT I COULDNT BREATHE WHEN I FIRST READ IT

The moment MK’s fingers touched his scalp, Red Son flinched. MK moved his hands away, worried that he hurt Red Son, only for him to let out a whine. “Why’d you stop?!”

“Sorry, sorry, I’m not stopping!” MK laughed. “But, really, you gotta let me know if this is too much for you.” He ran his hands through Red Son’s roots. He could see Red Son’s face scrunch up in surprise, but he didn’t seem uncomfortable. In fact, as MK continued to work the shampoo into Red Son’s hair, he seemed to lean into the touch, his breaths becoming slow, heavy, and relaxed. 

As MK leaned Red Son’s head back to get a better angle, Red Son stared up at him with sleepy eyes, blinking slowly. There was a small, content smile on his face. MK didn’t think he’d ever seen that expression on Red Son’s face before. Red Son’s smiles usually ranged from a maniacal grin to a hidden curl of his lip, but this felt softer, like Red Son’s inhibitions were being uncoiled with each knot MK untangled from his hair. 

It occurred to MK, suddenly, how intimate this moment was. A blush ran up his cheeks at the realization, but Red Son didn't seem to care. He just grinned, dreamily at MK as he washed Red Son's hair. 

This…was nice. 

It was a bit overwhelming, sure. Red Son couldn’t remember the last time another person’s hands were running through his hair like this. Maybe when he was a toddler? Before he learned to wash himself? 

But, it was nice. 

MK’s fingers worked themselves into Red Son’s roots. Every now and then, his nails would scratch at his scalp and it’d send a shock down his nervous system. Red Son didn’t mind it though. He leaned into the touch, a lazy smile stretched on his face. 

Red Son looked up at MK as he worked. His vision had blurred considerably from the crimson jimsonweed smoke, but he could recognize the Noodle Boy anywhere. He still had that ridiculous hair style, and that traffic-cone colored coat, and a grin that haunted Red Son’s lonely evenings. He was unmistakable. 

What was MK doing here? He shouldn’t be here. He was supposed to be kart-racing with Mei right now. If MK was actually here, his parents would probably have found out by now, wouldn’t they? Or at the very least, one of the bull clones would have alerted the other staff. Not to mention, MK was supposed to our kart racing with Mei right now. There was no way he could possible be here.

But Red Son could feel MK’s hands working into his hair, couldn’t he? And MK had carried him up here, had cleaned his face, had thrown him into this atrocious tub full of water. MK was taking care of Red Son. When was the last time someone had taken care of Red Son? Since he was a child? Before he had to learn to care for himself? 

It was so nice. Red Son could live in the feeling of MK’s care forever. It was certainly a good distraction from his burning skin, his foggy brain, the doom which whispered to him in stanzas of half-remembered puffy poetry about death from the crimson jimsonweed, about the images which haunted you into Diyu. 

MK began to wash the shampoo out of Red Son’s hair, using one hand to pour water out of the basin and the other to block the soap from slipping down into his eyes. It was a small act, but one that showed a careful attention to detail that MK rarely showed to anything at all. It was the sort of sweet gesture that told Red Son he was cared for by MK, that he was loved. 

And wasn’t that what had been haunting him for weeks now? Love? 

Images that haunt you/Will carry your soul down/And pass you to ten kings

“Oh.” He whispered. “I see.” 

MK smiled down at him. “What’s up?” 

The candles that hung on the bathroom wall seem to fan MK's face with warmth and light. It almost looked like the light was bursting out from him, like MK's body could only barely contain all the lights in the heavens. But, maybe that was just Red Son's delirious, slowly-dying brain seeing what he always thought of MK. 

“I’m hallucinating.” Red Son murmured. 

all of this man

all of this

for one, i love intimate moments like this in fics. and the way this author writes this its just OHMYHEART-

and something about hands running through hair man *CLUTCHES HEART*

AND THEN

AND THEN THE

"im hallucinating"

*flatlines*

GOD ITS SO GOOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH

anways yeah ill get to reading the third on soon but these are my fave scenes :DDD