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simon forcing your jaw unhinged and hooking two thick, salty fingers behind your molars to keep your mouth open, thumb pressing up on your top row of teeth. warns bite n and i’ll pluck em out, all low and coarse, voice deeper than it usually is. to be expected for the hour.

your body’s wedged between the bathroom countertop and his heavy body, struggling for air as his stomach crushes into your sternum. he’s in only his boxers — the usual sleep attire. you’re in nothing at all; though you’re given an old shirt to wear overnight, he insists you take it off for this part of your routine. doesn’t want it to get messy, he says. what you know is that he prefers to feel your bare tits heaving against him, nipples caught in the steel wool coils of his chest hair. as good as dead, like little flies in a spider trap.

the sun’s barely up. through the open door, pale blue light douses the bathroom in a similar hue. your eyes water, and the image blurs to one of wet dawn and the shadow he casts above you. you see his free hand working something, hear the run of tap water, smell the minty fresh dollop of toothpaste before it hits your teeth. the tears slip down your cheeks, and he comes into focus again. focused. cruel. face more scar tissue than flesh. the one that runs through his upper lip gives the impression that he’s always sneering, but you can glean what he looks like amused by now. his eyes are too narrow to be anything else.

brushing your teeth for you. considerate. he works in fast, rough circles. brutally efficient. there’s a metallic aftertaste to the bristles he runs along your gums. you must be bleeding. it’s harder to breath with the intrusion in your mouth. you spread your legs wider, giving his body more space to move. perhaps naively hoping it would be away from you. he only carves in closer.

there’s a hot mass pressing into your inner thigh now. simon makes sure to get the back of your mouth, polishing around your molars. he must be really into it; what, with the way his hips match the rhythm. grinding into your leg at the same tempo he cleans the backs of your teeth with. you’re like a little rag doll to his whims, manhandled by the hand anchored in your mouth. it pulls your body closer, tilts your head up higher.

your neck aches. there’s a ringing in your head. one of your hands acts against your will, clamping around his sturdy wrist for purchase. his erection has pushed up closer to your cunt. it’s mortifying when you’re shoved up on top of the counter to discover you’re radiating heat and slick — an especially stark reality as you press down onto the cool granite surface. inadvertently, you lean into him. a gurgled whimper escapes you. as if to exaggerate the sound, simon grabs the tip of your tongue and drags it out of your mouth.

it’s not at all necessary to brush your tongue the way he does. with as much aggression. your clit catches the mound in his boxers the same time the brush strokes the back of your throat, and a messy gag sends tributaries of watery toothpaste down your chin. you’re moaning like the whore he insists you are now; holding onto him like you were the one to stick out your tongue.

it doesn’t get easier to withstand the rough sweeps of the toothbrush, now clutched in a tense fist — you gag and spit and cry and make a mess all over, just like he said you would. but the cock humping into your similarly weeping pussy helps just a little bit. you must soak through the cotton of his underwear with how good it feels, grinding your hips up and down all over his length. the waistband rolls down with the motions, and you catch the gleam of your juices matting his happy trail in the low light. your eyes roll to the back of your head. you tuck your nails into the flesh of his forearm. he brushes your tongue until there’s more toothpaste running over your lips and down your neck than there is in your mouth.

you convulse in his arms until you’vs wrung the last dregs of your orgasm from your frame. simon hardly waits for you to finish, collecting your hair to pivot you over the sink basin.

spit. rinse out. he wipes the front of your mouth off with a towel, then runs a thumb over your canine to check if it squeaks. your lashes feel crusty with the dried remnants of your tears. it hardly matters when he bends down to tuck your face in his shoulder, lifting you off your feet. the bruising pinch he gives your ass meant to mean: we ain’t finished.

[wwooyology]

How about pirate! Jungwon and mermaid! Reader? You can make it dark and stuff. Up to you 😘

「notes」 : bless you and your thinking anony, this is such a *chefs kiss* idea, I actually had a lot of fun writing it!! also, I would like to dedicate this to two of my lovely moots hehe, @yeonzzzn & @wondipity. I hope this feeds into your jungwon brain rot

Midnight Lagoon | Y.JW

「paring」 : pirate!jungwon x mermaid!reader 「word count」 : 1.9k

「synopsis」 : what you and jungwon had was nothing short of unethical, if you were to ask your people, that is. neither of you cared, though, which is how you find yourself waiting for the said man in the very cavern that had started everything, relishing in each other's company.

「genre」 : smut

「warning」 : unprotected sex (just don't), slight manhandling, teasing, cussing, making out, petnames (baby, princess...), praising, rough sex, mentions of marking, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, lmk if I missed anything!

The cavern was silent, save for the waves splashing against the shore. It had to have been late into the night. The only source of light was the bioluminescent algae that littered the cavern walls and ceiling. The algae illuminated the space in a soft blue, and the water almost glowed along with it. You lay out on the rocks, crimson tail dipping into the water, enjoying the feeling of the waves cascading across your scales.

Despite knowing the time, you knew that he would be here at any moment. You knew that as soon as his crew was all asleep, he would sneak away to come see you. It has become a routine since Jungwon first found you.

It’s a funny story, really. You had gotten caught in one of their nets when they were anchored in this very cavern. The string was far too tight for you to just rip away from, so you were stuck, fearing that your life was going to come to an end. You had heard the stories from your parents and the elders of the shoal. Pirates were not to be messed with; they would kill you on sight and take your scales to pawn off for a pretty penny.

So to say you were surprised when Jungwon found you and just cut you free would be an understatement. His hands were steady but careful as he wedged his blade between your tail and the net, slicing the dreadful contraption off of you. Even his voice was soft as to not alert those that were on the ship with him. His kind eyes and gentle hands intrigued you and you knew it was wrong, hell it was probably one of the worst things you could do in your life. But god, if you didn’t enjoy the thrill of it all. 

After those events, you stayed behind a cluster of rocks, watching and studying what they were doing. Your family had been worried sick about you all night long, but that was the least of your concerns right now. No, you wanted to actually talk to this man, even if it was the dumbest thing you’ve done. Curiosity has gotten the best of you.

So you waited… and waited… and waited. Finally, you saw Jungwon climbing off of the boat.

You tried to sneak up behind him, but for some miraculous reason, he sensed you there. His head turned, and his eyes bore into yours, peeking from the top of the water.

“I didn’t think a pretty thing like you would hang out around here.” His once soft voice now held a more sinister tone, but instead of getting scared… you were intrigued. Something pulling you towards him, like an angler fish going after the little light antenna on their heads.

That desire only grew from that night when he lured you out of the waters, watching as your tail morphed into human legs, leaving your bottom half completely bare to him. The complete ecstasy that his fingertips brought you left you gasping and begging for more. His dick reaching the most inner parts of your body that you hadn’t even known existed. By the time he was done with you, you had become addicted, wanting nothing more than to be in his embrace once more.

Thus began the little rendezvous, meeting in the very place where he first made love to you, much like what was happening now.

When Jungwon made it into the cavern, he wasn’t surprised at all to find you lying halfway in the water, your tail swishing softly under the surface. Your head was tilted back, eyes closed, enjoying the tranquility that this space brought you. He stopped once he was close enough to fully see you. Watching the way your damp hair cascaded down your back, small droplets of water still falling from the ends. His eyes trailed the length of your body, taking in your chest that was hardly covered due to the shell top you were wearing. Jungwon could feel his dick chub up at the sight alone.

Jungwon’s footsteps were careful and quiet, but you could still feel the vibrations under your fingertips. Your head turned slightly to look over at him, and the corner of your eyes crinkled slightly as a smirk spread across your lips.

“It took you long enough,” you teased the male as you pulled yourself further from the sparkling water. Your fingers wrapped around the pendant that lay between your collarbones, whispering a few soft words, allowing your tail to morph into human legs. Jungwon’s eyes stayed glued to your body, taking in the new skin that had just been revealed to him.

“I had to wait for everyone to fall asleep.” His voice was soft, unlike the dark look that glazed over his eyes. You carefully stood to your feet, but seeing as it's been a little bit since the last time you had to use your legs, your knees buckled, and you tumbled forward right into Jungwon's arms. “Even the sight of me has your legs weak, huh? I'm flattered.”

“Oh, hush.” You rolled your eyes before fixing your posture to wrap your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair. His face was merely inches away from yours, eyes boring into your own. He could smell the sea salt on your skin as he leaned closer to you, sealing your lips in a gentle kiss. 

“God, I've missed your lips so much.” He groaned against your lips, “... I missed you.” He sighed before letting his lips trail from yours to your cheek, down your jaw and neck, before finding purchase on one particular spot right below your ear. A soft sigh fell from your lips as you pulled his body flush against yours, leaving little to no room between the two of you. He continued to press open-mouth kisses along your jugular until he was sure there would be marks left behind, not caring for the consequences you might face once you were home.

“Won…” You whine when his hands traveled down to the fat of your ass, squeezing harshly. He licked a long stipe up your neck before roughly kissing you. His lips moved fervently against yours as he swiftly picked you up off of your feet. 

Jungwon wasted no time in laying your body flat on the flat rocks that sat next to the lagoon. His body slotted against yours, allowing you to feel his bulge against your bare pussy. Your small whines and whimpers were swallowed by Jungwon’s mouth as his fingers brushed along the inside of your thigh.

Your body felt like it was on fire under his touch, his fingers leaving tingles in their wake. But it wasn’t enough; no, you wanted more, and you didn’t want to wait. Noticing the impatiens in your eyes, Jungwon chuckled, pressing his thumb firmly against your clit, making your hips buck and a broken cry fall from your lips.

“Do you really want my cock that bad baby? You’re dripping on my fingers.” He teased, his fingertips tracing your slit, collecting your slick.

“Wonnie, please, I don’t wanna wait. Just fuck me, please.” You pleaded in a meek voice, and Jungwon smirked against your skin.

Who was he to deny you what you were asking so nicely for? So he pressed one last kiss against your forehead before pulling back to rid himself of his clothing. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock springing free from his trousers. Catching your gaze, he put on a bit of a show, pumping his cock a few times, hissing through his teeth at the sensation. Impatience grew in your chest as you watched him pleasure himself. A whine fell from your lips when he denied your motion for him to move towards you. 

Eyes rolling, you moved your hand down to your cunt using your fingers to spread your pussy lips, “Just fuck me already, Won, please.”

He chuckled once more before finally giving in and moving closer to your body, grabbing your plush thigh. Leaning over your body, he captured your lips in another heated kiss as he lined his cock with your entrance. In one swift motion, he buried himself in your warm heat, swallowing all of the moans that slipped past your lips.

“Fuck you’re so fucking tight, baby,” He groaned, biting down on your bottom lip. It had been far too long since he was last able to bury himself in your wet cavern, the crew and missions taking up a majority of his time. So he wasn’t going to hold back; no, he had a lot of lost time to make up for.

He gave you a split second to adjust before his hips were snapping into yours in such a rough manner you were sure there would be bruises. The sounds of your skin hitting his and moans bounced off of the cavern walls. Jungwon couldn’t hold back; his hips were pistoned into your, trying to get as deep as he could, throwing your legs over his shoulders, pushing even deeper. Deep enough to have the head of his cock kissing your cervix. 

Wonton moans fell from your lips as you tried your best to stay up with his pace, but as soon as his tip brushed over that sweet spot deep in your pussy you were putty in his hands. Stars clouded your vision, your orgasm already on the tip of your tongue.

“Fuck- Won, I’m- shit, I’m close.” Tears brimmed in your eyes at the sudden overwhelming pleasure. Jungwon leaned down, kissing over the few tears that had fallen from your eyes, whispering sweet praises against your skin while his hip snapped brutally into yours.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” He groaned when your cunt squeezed around him, “fuck princess, you keep doing that, and I won’t last.” His hands trailed from your thigh to your hands, intertwining your fingers when your high washed over you. His pace slowed just a little to help you ride out your orgasm, but his movements never stopped.

“Won-” “Just a little longer, baby, I’m almost there.” He groaned before picking up the pace once more, letting go of one of your hands to rub his thumb against your clit, relishing in the feeling of your walls fluttering around him.

Your head fell back at the overstimulation, all words but his name leaving your brain. Jungwon loved when he got you like this, so fucked out that his name was the only thing you could remember. Chuckling, he pressed a kiss against your plush thigh before a choked groan tore through his lips when he felt you cum for a second time. The tightness around his sensitive cock was enough to finally push him over the edge, painting your velvet walls white.

“Shit…” He groaned into your neck as he leaned over you, hips rocking softly against yours. Taking in your scent, memorizing it once more for he wasn’t sure when he would be able to see you again. 

“Won,” you breathed out, running your shaky fingers through his hair. "You’re still hard.”

Jungwon couldn’t help but chuckle before rolling his hips deeply into yours, pushing his cum further into your womb, “You drive me insane, baby, and I want to fill you so full of my cum.”

A whine slipped past your swollen lips as his pace picked up a little, but your grip on his body didn’t let up. No, your lips found his, kissing him deeply, telling him that you would love nothing more.

@wwooyology | Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, or repost any of my work

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[bussyyeukie]

Call of the Ocean

(poly!141x siren!reader)

part one. part two.

You were cold. Colder than you’d ever been before. It was weird, you didn’t get this cold. It felt like your eyelids were glued shut, the uncomfortable mess of your hair sticking to your skin, to your face. The side of your head hurts, your stomach hurts. Your tail hurts. God did your fucking tail hurt. Taking a shaky breath in, you peeled your eyes open. The light burning them. It was bright, too bright for your eyes. 

“What…” your voice rasped as you spoke, groaning as you looked around. You were in shallow water.

Events flashed in your mind, the events of that morning. Was it that morning? How long had you been asleep, how far had you floated out? Where had the sea taken you? Where had it washed you up?

Shallow water was dangerous, especially when you were wounded. You glanced down at your tail. The wound was not bleeding anymore, but it didn’t look good. It had barely scabbed over. The blood around your scales causing a shadowed effect under them. What looked like burns had left lines along your tail, probably from the rope.

“Oh,” you pressed a hand to your face, pushing your hair your of your face, “I’m such a fucking idiot.”

Your sides and back ached. Glad you were at least in water. You had gotten away. A little worse for wear, but alive.

You were concerned about your sisters. A larger ship was waiting, hunters were in your waters. You laid back into the sand. There were no rocks, no shells, no creature scurrying about. Just you, the white sand, the bright sun, and the clear water.

You let your eyes fall shut, a heavy rest weighing down on you just wanting to sleep.

The water tasted different here. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but it didn’t taste like the sea you had made your home.

Opening your eyes again, you nearly had a heart attack, a ship's dark hull forming a shadow over you. You flinched up, wincing at your aching body and burning in your tail. Nothing to hide you. No choppy waters, dark shadows, kelp beds. 

You flicked your tail, gritting your teeth at the full body burn it seemed to bring on, rising slowly to the ship, positioning yourself under it. Hidden in the shadow of the hull.

A lingering sense of dread bubbled in your stomach. This close to a ship again, it felt like your wounds flared up at the thought.

Your hand raised, pressing lightly to the hull of the ship, following along with the steady pace it made forward. As much as you didn’t like the idea, it was the best option. If you darted out from under it you could be spotted, and if you were spotted you would die. Too injured to out swim them, or fight back if challenged.

You hooked your hand into a small hole in the hull, which seemed to be sloppily plugged up from the inside. Letting your body be dragged along with the ship, your eyes regaining the heavy weight to them now that the shock of the ship had left you. 

“Don’t fall asleep…” you muttered, rubbing your eyes with the free hand, “Don’t….”

But you couldn’t help the way your eyes fell, lashes fluttering shut as your tail flicked lazily behind you. Head lolling forward as the sweet feeling of sleep sank over you yet again.

The sound of a town was unfamiliar to you. The loudness of male voices and, animals? You'd heard tales of certain creatures on land, but the cries of these were vastly unfamiliar to you.

Your hand ached, and you opened your eyes. The water was different, murkier, it tasted bad. Like mud and something spicy.

It was not the clean water of the sea you grew up in. Or even the clear blue of the water you were just in.

You looked around, fear freezing your heart as you saw the amount of ships creaking in the water. The ropes and anchors littering the water. Large posts of wood stuck into the murky ground.

You almost felt like your lungs were burning with the state of the water, rage building at the treatment of your waters.

Looking to your hand, still wedged in the ship, you pressed against the hull to pull it free, stinging as your pearly skin ripped, dark blood blooming in the water around you.

Frowning as you clenched and unclenched your fist, a cut on the meat of your thumb throbbing as it oozed blood into the water.

Sighing, you looked around more. There was a dock about ten feet out, it was shaded underneath, it looked to be sunny out. Bright under the water. 

The loud footsteps on the dock seemed to rattle the wood, booming voices traveling through the muddied water. It scared you. So many humans.

So many dangerous humans.

Shame filled you. How could you let this happen to you? How could get so out-manned and so overpowered by snotty pirates? 

You pulled yourself to the surface, face a few inches from breaching it, hands pressed against the hull of the ship, trying to see out of the waters.

Smacking your forehead against the wood as you couldn't see anything, just bare glimpses of figures above water. Looking down you sighed, pushing hair out of your face, gliding away from the hull. 

You moved as fast as you could, grasping onto the thick pole that held up the bridge, the shadows of man slinking through the cracks in it. Your eyes wide as you looked up at them. You could almost see them, the pants, the boot, the glistening metal at their hips.

Eyes falling down, you sank against the pole.

“What am I going to do?” the question seemed to spook you, “What do I do…?”

Glimpsing movement out of the corner of your eye, you froze up, snapping your head to the side. Spotting a crate jerk in the water, it looked full of something. A sweet smell drifting through the murky water as it found its way to you. Before it tumbled down, and around the side of a rock.

Glancing up at the dock, the shadows had gone, it wasn't silent, but there was no movement overhead.

Looking back to the crate, you sank down, almost to the floor of the ocean, about ten feet off, far enough down that you wouldn't be spotted, snaking your way over to the crate. Curving the rock, which dipped into a cove of sorts. 

It looked like some of what fishermen would use, only smaller. To catch crabs, lobster, crawling creatures that didn't know better.

The thought of food made your stomach cramp on itself. 

Swallowing, you shot a hand out and grabbed the crate, peeking in, your eyes widening as you spotted the three lobsters inside of it.

Blue, brown and plump.

You trilled at the back of your throat, ripping a hole in the crate, you shot a hand in and your nails grew sharp as you grasped at one of them.

The shell cracked and your mouth watered. 

Ripping it to your mouth as you pulled the shell from it, sharp teeth biting into it with such vigor that you got shards of the shell. Not that you cared, the inside of your mouth was tough, and your teeth were strong. The sweet meat almost brought a tear to your eye.

Shoving handfuls of it into your mouth as you chewed and crunched.

So wrapped up you didn't notice the crate jerking, pulling up. You glanced at it moving, and in fear of losing your meal you grabbed at it, reaching in for another lobster. Only stopping it slightly before it jerked up.

Swimming up with it to fully reach your hand in, not paying attention to how close the surface was getting. On that note, you weren’t entirely sure how those traps worked, so to your knowledge it just moved like that.

Only when the surface was bright, and you heard a sharp gasp muffled through the water, and you saw the rocks slide and trickle into the water did you look up. Your pupils turning to slits as you barred your teeth at the sudden (rippled) image of a man standing above you. Your hair, a mess floating around your head, almost creating a silhouette of your face as your skin shone opal under the water.

“Holy…”

The man reached for something, but you didn’t have time to see it.

Dashing off to your side, heart pounding, in all honesty, your tail had gone numb, just a lingering soreness throbbing throughout it. Not noticing as it smacked against the steadily narrowing rock canal you were caging yourself in. Only really noticing when you couldn’t move. In about a foot of water, and the end of your tail pinched on the rock. Stinging when you would pull. 

“No, no no,” you looked behind you, twisting, and sitting up so your top half out of the water, the air chilling your chin as your hair stuck to your shoulders, and neck and breasts. Not that you cared, modesty was different with sirens, or mermaids, a lot looser than humans. Drenched in fabrics and leathers, “please, please…”

You shot your head up, spotting the man approaching, your vision almost blurry with panic. 

Your heart had never in its life beat so fast, so erratic.

Pulling, yanking at your tail, only seeming to lodge itself further into the crevice you’d smacking it into. Resorting to smacking the rock with the butt of your palms, fear surging as the sound of footsteps approached.

“Haud on!” a male voice echoed through the silence, killing the sound of the waves, “Please, wait!”

As he got closer, you gave up on trying to run, and opted for hide. Which was hard to do, so you just curled into yourself the best you could in the water, completely submerged.

As he got closer, the man slowed down his run, panting, a wide eyed look on his face, and a stupid hair-cut. Cropped to the skull on the sides and a stripe of messed up hair down the middle.

You pinched your brows together, chest rising and falling fast with your breathing.

“Fuckin’ yaldy,” a grin tugging at the corners of his lips, running a hand over his forehead and hair. Kneeling down onto a knee. Resulting in you flinching violently, and trying to snap your tail out. Wincing as it pinched between the rocks.

The man glanced down, noticing your tail caught.

“Oh, shite, uh,” he looked to you, then to your tail, “I-I can help ya’, but, you’d have ta’ let me touch ya’, ok?”

You gulped, raising yourself slightly, pushing your head out of the water till it just lapped at your collar bone, arms tucked into your chest. A wide, frightened look on your face. Hair slick,stuck to your forehead and jaw.

Looking to your tail, then quickly back to the man, who licked his lips slightly, his brows pinched together. A look of, concern, on his face. It was strange to you. But being stuck wouldn’t do you any good. The man looked over your tail, and your abdomen, frowning.

“What,” he muttered, looking up at your face, leaning in a bit closer, and in turn you pressed your back farther against the rock, “Wha’ happened to ya’?”

You kept your mouth shut.

The man sat, waiting for an answer.

You refused to blink, not wanting to take your eyes off him for one second. He was bigger than you, and you were hurt in an unknown, dangerous area. He could be tricking you. He could be…if he was tricking you, why would he help you first? He easily could’ve snatched you up by now.

“...Man.”

Your voice fell from your throat, spilling out your mouth. It felt like it was dripping into the water around you.

The man clenched his jaw, rubbing his palms on his knees, squeezing them.

“I’ll free yer tail,” he said, looking back at your face. It felt strange how intense his blue eyes were, how easily he stared into yours despite the inhuman expression you were dawning, “if you let me help ya’.”

Everything in you told you no, say No.

But, you didn’t have a choice. You were trapped. Hurt. Didn’t know where you were.

You nodded, voice quiet, “Ok.”

He moved forward, carefully eyeing you, then stepped a foot into the water, going about to his knee. His pants tucked into his boots, which were now drinking up the water that was darkening the fabric.

The gun on his hip startled you, causing you to flinch back into the rock again, a few other items clinking along with it. He rolled his shirt sleeves up, looking back at you.

The size of him standing over you made your stomach turn, it was horrifying.

He leaned down, “A’ight then, stay still, I don’t wanna hurt ya’.”

He glanced back at you again, then situated himself, grabbing onto the rock, he tugged, barely getting it to move. He grumbled. Trying it again, placing a firm hand on your tail, causing you to shriek and squirm.

“Ach, sorry bonnie, sorry,” he looked back at you after quickly pulling his hand away, “I have’ta touch ya’ at least a wee bit…”

Your breath was shaky, and you nearly whined when you tried to move your tail, “O-Ok, fine.”

He looked back to his work, and gripped the rock at a different angle, pulling, you gasped when you felt the pressure lift off of you.

“Yes!” you pushed yourself up onto your hands, “Yes, keep doing that!”

He nodded and pulled harder, the rock crunching till it finally broke apart, the man stumbling back slightly and you quickly whipping your tail around and darting off out of the canal. Able to swim freer in the open water. The man shouting behind you. 

“Goddamn,” he tossed the hunk of rock clasped in his hand to the side. The relief you felt had you smiling, floating up to the surface of the water, and peeking your head out, seeing the man perk up, “Hey!”

You sank down a bit at the raise in voice.

He stumbled forward, climbing over rock, wetting his pants and the front of his shirt.

“Wait!”

You looked at him in silence, his eyes wide as he looked at you, almost desperate it seemed. 

“Please…” he took a step forward, almost falling into the water, not that he seemed to really care about getting wet, “I need yer help, my crew, we can help ya’, clean ya’ up, keep ya’ safe till you get home. But please, I need ya’ ta’ help me…”

The way his voice strained, and the way his eyes held a type of pleading you’d only seen in drowning men. It swayed you. Not like you had anywhere to go, and protection was something you needed at the moment.

Thinking for a second, and finally blowing a huff of air through your nose, which bubbled the water under it, you answered, “Fine. But you have to swear, that no harm will come to me by your crew.”

The strange man grinned, cheeks rosy and eyes lighting up, “Yes! Yes, I promise ya’ lass, nothin’ but pure brilliance!”

He jumped his way back to the steady shore, you staying put in the water, you couldn’t make yourself move. The man looked back, hands on his hips.

“Ma names Johnny by the wey, you can call me Soap,” he pulled a watch from his pocket and glanced at it, tisking, “Stay here, I’ll be back wit’ a ship, we’ll load yous’ up thare ok?”

You blinked at him, “Why would you tell me your name…?”

“Huh?” he looked confused, “Well, why not? I mean, we’re gonna be helpin’ each other out one wey or another so, might as well.”

Looking him up and down. He must've been stupid. But you nodded, “Ok. Just get the ship.”

The man–Johnny, nodded his head, and bounced off around the corner. You watched him unblinking the whole way, till he was out of sight, and you slowly glided over to the rocky area, resting yourself against it, worn and sore and tired. It must’ve been days that you were just floating. The food in your stomach set heavy as lead, but it wasn’t unwelcome.

Putting your head in your hands, you looked to the cut on your palm, then to your tail. Your beautiful tail, so disfigured and torn. It would heal, you knew that, but the spear wound was sure to leave a scar. You noticed the few scales missing No one else would have, but you did.

A few minutes passed, and the increasingly familiar sound of a ship creaking found its way into your ears. Your heart hadn’t slowed its beating since you woke up, ready to pop out of your chest. It made your breathing almost ragged as you watched a large ship round the rocks barrier.

The brief thought of, “This is a mistake,” itched at your head, pressing against the front of your skull.

But it was too late, you either died in this disgusting murky water, or you died on that ship.

Both options caused your stomach to twist up.

Fuck you wished you'd just passed the little boat and took a nap. You'd be on a rock, with your sisters, hands braiding hair and throats humming with enchanted song. Soft smiles and giggles floating in the air.

The creak of the ship and lapping of water drew you out of your daydream, slinking back into the water till only the top of your head was out. Eyes wide and jumping from one thing to the next.

The ship itself wasn't anything special, an old brown wooden one, creamy sails and lights graded into rope swooped over the sides. Masts high and pointed. 

It stopped in the open water in front of the lagoon forced by the rock. The sails changed their shape. You didn't see any flags, nothing like some of the larger ships you'd seen with large swords and bones hoisted high into the air.

You heard movement on the ship, and spotted three men standing on deck, against the railing. Recognizing one of them as Johnny.

He waved wildly, grinning. The light basking them in golden hues. It almost made your eyes hurt.

“Bonnie!” he shouted, voice carrying over the still water easily.

“Come! Swim over! We’ll hoist you up when you get close!” 

Never before had you felt anxiety this horrid, striking your body with fear, this was a trap. You knew it, your blood jelly in their veins. 

This was a bad idea.

But your tail flicked, diving under and you made your way over slowly, till you reached the hull, still under the water, looking up you saw the blurry image of a head leaning over the railing.

Then looked behind him to say something, nothing you could hear clearly. 

Then a rope splashed into the water.

Pinching your brows, you popped your head out of the water.

“Aye! There ya’ are!” the man grinned, “Tie that around her waist! We’ll hoist ya' up!”

Sighing you looked at the rope, then grabbed it gingerly, tying it the best you could around yourself, and gripping it tightly, looking up to the man.

“Don't drop me!”

The man laughed, beckoning someone behind him, your heart dropping as a behemoth of a man made himself shown. Face covered by cloth with a skull painted on it. Shoulders lumbering and blocking the sun under him. 

“Dinnae worry about tha’, Simon wouldn't dream'a it!”

Your mouth curled, and you looked down to your tail again, floating in the water.

“I-I’m tied!” you shouted up at them. Clenching the rope tighter as the first tug jostled you.

Near panting as you were raised out of the water, rope digging into your skin, raising up from your waist to under your breasts and armpits. Hurting your shoulders. Hair slick on your skin, water dripping off of you.

You could hear the grunting above you. Your tail now fully out of the water. In all honesty you were surprised one man was able to do this, you were heavy. Your tail was thick and long and all muscle. 

When your head reached the railing, Johnny was already there, leaning over the railing and wrapping his arms around your middle. 

“Ach we gotcha bonnie dinnae fret,” his arms were solid around you, and you grabbed onto his shoulders, his skin prickling under your cold hands, “Lift her tail…”

The masked man assisted in grabbing your tail–gentler than you had imagined–and lifted in over the railing. Both men gently set you down on the deck. Which was warm and slick under you, heated by the overhead sun. Your muscles ached, breath heavy on your lips.

As much as you tried to stay upright, you ended up laying on your side, arms slumped in front of you and hair fanned around your head. 

“Wha’ she fuckin’ dead?” a deep voice broke the silence, causing a snort from Johnny.

“Nah, poor wee thangs all beat up, look at ‘er,” he tisked and you heard the thumping of his boots along the wood. Your eyes creaked open and followed them as they stopped by your head. Body shivering and you pushed yourself up, brows pinched and gulping, throat dry.

“Get those away from me,” you snapped. Looking down at his boots, then back up to his eyes. 

“So she speaks,” you looked over, and saw the large, masked man leaning against the railing. Arms crossed over his chest. Looking him up and down, noting how covered he was, even in the heat of the sun, knives littered his body. Filling your already empty feeling stomach with unease.

“We can get ya’ water,” Johnny was now crouched down, level with you, “Dinnae ken if ya’ need’a be submerged ta’ live.”

You pressed your lips together, “I, I’ll be fine…”

“Good,” with a grunt and a heavy clomp of his boots, the masked man pushed himself off the railing, “Then you’ll be easy ta’ keep.”

You noticed his boots were much thicker than the other mans–than Johnnys.

“Ach,” Johnny chuckled, “Dinnae mind the brute, he means well, his name’s–”

“Don’t.”

The sharp tone shut the brunette up quickly, almost like he was willing the words out of existence. Goosebumps rose on your arms and you swear if you had hackles they’d be risen.

“Do not tell ‘er my name,” he sneered, looking at you then to the male kneeling, who threw his hands up in the air and snorted.

“Christ fine,” he looked back to you, “He’s a grumpy bastard, dinnae worry yer wee head.”

“I’m assumin’ you already tol’ the siren yer name?” the brute asked, stopping at a flight of descending stairs.

“Course, s’only polite,” Johnny said, winking at you. 

“Bloody dumb fuck,” the masked man muttered, shaking his head, “Get ‘er to a cell, I’m tellin’ the cap’n she’s ‘ere…and that yo ‘aven’t been seein’ things just yet.”

With one last sharp look to you over his shoulder, he grumbled as he descended the stairs.

Leaving you alone on the warm deck with Johnny. Who was grinning wide. Your arms shook as they held up your weight, freezing and damp, hair plastered to your shoulders and neck, curling up to your jaw, and waving down your back. Skin shining in the sun, and your eyes taken on a near cloudy look to them–like breaking whitewash. Sunken and hollowed into your face. Brows forever pinched in worry and your tail thumped with your heart beat.

Johnny smiled softly, “Lemme ‘elp ya’ up lass, get ya’ to a bed and clean up. Poor things shiverin’ worse than a wet dog.”

He stood, walking around you and scooping you up, a mix between a croak and a rattle rolling in the back of your throat as you grabbed tightly to the collar of his shirt. His strong arms wrapped around your back, fingers conscious of your chest, and one arm wrapped around the crook of your tail, which still managed to drag on the ground behind the both of you.

Your eyes narrowing and head falling to his chest in defeat as you saw how lifeless your scales looked. Dull, not reflective or enchanting as days previous. It pained you. They were your peoples pride, besides your voices they were the most defining part of your character, of your species. The patterns on your tail muddied in your eyes as you stared at it. 

“Quite long ain’t it?”

There was a moment of silence, before you frowned, “What?”

“Yer tail?”

“Oh, yes it is long,” you glanced up at him, the stubble on his jaw scratching your nose before you scrunched it and pulled your head away, “It’s not as long as some…”

Johnny laughed, rumbling in his chest, “Christ! Can’t imagine swingin’ that thang around all the time! Must be pretty strong to swing that the way ya do.”

“Yes.”

Your head fell back against his chest as he walked into a hallway, significantly darker, and you think it was descending, you also think you’d gone down stairs at some point. Not quite remembering. The hall was cold, with lanterns snuffed out on the walls. Cell doors facing you. He stepped besides the second one down (out of four) and booted it open with a kick. The door opening slowly as it creaked and groaned, screaming at him for opening it.

“Nicest one, hope ya’ understand lass,” he looked to you, pleadingly almost, “Safety for all of us, you can lock yer-self in if you feel the need, and we can lock you in if ya’ try ta’ eat us!”

He ended with a smile.

The thought of flesh made your throat clench and mouth water. 

It sounded good. His thick bicep, plump and sweaty next to your head. His thick, firm pec under your cheek…but you could control yourself. Eating a crew member would do you no good. Not yet anyway. Licking your teeth under your lips you looked up at him as well.

“Thank you.”

“No sweat! Got the nicest bed, right there, and I'll bring down more blankets and pillows, really get ya’ comfy,” he set you down on the bed. Which was low to the ground, and groaned under your weight, tail curled on it, dripping off the side. The thin blanket was scratchy and thin.

You didn’t really ever sleep with any of this, but some of your people had scavenged them to make other items. You were unsure what a pillow was though.

Johnny placed his hands on his hips, proud of himself, clothes still soaked.

“Make yer-self at home!” He spread his arms to the small cell. A bucket in the corner, and a small circular window-like hole in the hull side of the cell, occasional salt water spraying in, in a light mist, “I could move ya’ down two if ya’ like, that cells shittier, but it’s nearly flooded with water.”

You shook your head, “No.”

He nodded, cheeks pink with embarrassment. You continued to stare at him. In silence. 

“Thank you…” the thanks was short and quiet, but it rang like honey in Johnny’s ears.

“Of course bonnie! We’ll get’cha right in no time!”

You nodded, looking out the flat white object at the top of the bed, pushing at it softly.

“Oh, that’s a pillow,” Johnny walked over, grabbing it and smacking it, ‘fluffing it’ he called it, “I’ll bring more, these aren’t the best on the ship honestly.”

Did he forget you were both in a cell?

“It’s ok,” you said, watching as he set it down in its original place, “I won’t use it I don’t think.”

Johnny shrugged, “Well, never ‘urts to have options, plus it gets cold down ‘ere at night, can’t have our siren freezing to death!”

You nodded, freezing to death did not sound ideal. You weren’t a cold water siren with more thermally equipped skin and padding, though you wished at the moment, your body continuously shaking.

Johnny sprang into action again, “I got’cha bonnie, must be cold.”

He wrapped the blanket around you, and you stayed sitting up, he wrapped it gingerly around your shoulders, tucking it under your tail in places.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Huh?” the question seemed to shock him, his eyes wide as he straightened up, “Doin’ wha’?”

“Being…nice,” you frowned, “I could kill you.”

Johnny laughed, patting your shoulder, “No’ like tha’ you ain’t lass! You’re beat to shit!”

With a purse of your lips, you felt your eyes droop, muscles still tense and shaking.

“When does it stop?”

“What stop?”

“The shaking?”

“Oh, well when you’re warm,” Johnny said, sitting at the end of your bed, by your tail, which you pulled further to yourself.

“When is that?”

“When you’re warm?” Johnny chuckled again, rubbing the back of his head, “I’ll bring you more blankets, get ya’ good in no time. Got some thick ones.”

He stood up and walked to the door, pausing as his hand lingered on it, glancing back to you subtly, then continuing to close the door. Pausing again when he was outside the cell.

“Behave yer-self now, i’ll be back in a moment got it?”

You nodded, The darkness shadowing you further, eyes bright and teeth looking almost glowing if you flashed them. Hunched in the dark on a bed.

The sound of his footsteps echoing down the hall came as a relief, letting out a rattly breath as you relaxed your body. SLumping down into a curled position on your side. Hugging the blanket closer. It was scratchy, thin, and smelled of smoke and old boots. But it was better than nothing. Your eyes fixed on a small puddle on the floor, a steady drip, drip, drip plinking onto the floor into the puddle. Maybe one day it would drown this ship, but thankfully you won’t be around to see that day. As you thought of drowning sailors and wrecked ships, your head grew heavy, and your eyelids closed before you even knew it.

Breaths shallow and slow as you fell into the bed, sinking through the old wood of the ship's hull, and cradled back into the beautiful sea. 

(word count: 5092)

[ikemen-trifecta]

I saw your gojo x social anxious reader. i get a lot of sensory overload and gojo satoru is a comfort characger. Can i have some imagines to how he would help someone dealing with overload?

hii hii~! i love this ask!! ՞ ⸝⸝>v<⸝⸝ ՞⸜ ♡ ⸝💕gojo is my biggest comfort character ever my fellow gojo nation friend :3 AND I LOVE HIM SO SO SO MUCHHHHHH <333 i was so so SO happy to work on this!!! >w< i really hope it touches your heart! <3 also, the fic just kept getting longer and longer in the blink of an eye cuz ideas kept popping up in my head as it went along hehe! i am NOT and never will be physically capable of being normal when it comes to this man ASKDJHFDJKS - ENJOYYYYYY!!! >:DDD

~ Mod Astraea!!!

Walking hand in hand with Gojo excitedly, you’re over the moon to be heading to see a movie at the theaters. Choosing to go the more scenic route to enjoy a walk together, you both ended up near a big park. You thought it would be nice and peaceful, that you would be able to enjoy nature and take your time, only to find out there was a huge crowd for some kind of event. Which happened to include playing the drums and whistling. On top of it, you could suddenly feel the sun’s harsh rays hitting your face more than before, which wasn't helping at all. The lights blind your eyes, and the loud noises make you feel lightheaded. Too loud…too bright…it all feels so overwhelming, and your heartbeat starts to race. At this moment, you wish you could just transform the area to be calm and depopulated. 

And that’s when amidst everything, you feel a gentle squeeze of your hand. It’s a reassuring gesture from Gojo, who instinctively senses your discomfort without you even having to utter a word. “(Y/n), what’s wrong?” He stops in his tracks and looks down, his attention fully focused on you now. 

You squeeze it back and look up at him, noticing that your legs are wobbling a bit like a newborn baby fawn. You squeeze his hand harder, finding it to be the one source of stability and comfort in the moment. Squeezing it so hard and you can feel the pads of your fingers wedge deep within his hand, and he lets you. Even with his glasses on, you can tell he looks so concerned by the way the corner of his mouth turns slightly downright. You open your mouth, wanting to tell him you're okay, to tell him not to worry - but you just can’t. When you’re with him, it just feels right to be open about everything. Impossible to hide anything from him. So instead of the words I’m fine coming out of your slightly parted lips, you confess, “it’s all too loud…it’s too much…” 

In one fluid motion, Gojo drapes his cream colored coat around your shoulders, and you feel it’s warmth envelop you. The first thing you notice after that is the smell. It’s minty and woody, with notes of blue hibiscus. It smells like Gojo. It smells like home. 

In no time, he quickly takes you to a secluded area, deeper into the forest where you guys are away from the action. “Just breathe, breathe, breathe.” You’re trying your best, but the world just feels like it’s shaking and your breaths are still spastic. Gojo takes off his glasses abruptly and takes his hand up to your face, tilting your chin, making you look directly into his eyes. “Look at me. Look at me. You’re fine, I’m right here. Just focus on me.” 

He stares into your eyes, and you notice they look different. More beautiful than usual. Maybe it’s because they’re laced with worry and concern? You stare back. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t wanna make us late to the movie because of this-“

“Screw the movie! Don’t you dare apologize.”

You cling onto his shirt, and he lets you. Not only that, he pulls you in closer, rubbing his hand up and down your back reassuringly: protectively. Taking off his limitless completely, as you cradle your head into his chest to listen to the sound of his heartbeat. It’s so steady and strong, and becomes the anchor in the storm. You focus on its rhythm, matching your breaths to its cadence. With every inhale and exhale, you feel a sense of serenity washing over you. It’s so comforting and warm; you feel so safe within his arms as his presence envelops you, cocooning you from the chaos that was overwhelming you just moments ago and start to feel yourself calm down a little. 

"You're doing great," Gojo murmurs softly, his voice a soothing melody that wraps around you like a soft embrace. "Remember, there's no rush. We have all the time in the world. Just be here, in this moment, with me."

With each passing second, your tense muscles begin to relax, and the world which made you feel like you had sunken under water now felt like you had your head over the surface. Just enough to speak. 

“Satoru…,” you muffle softly, head still in his chest.

“Hm?” He’s quick to respond. 

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“I…it’s just that, a lot of things can just be too much for me in the moment and- and you’re always there to help me but I can’t help but feel like I’m being a burden-“

“Stop right there-,” Gojo’s interrupts, his voice firm yet gentle.

“But I mean…! Don’t you feel like protecting the weak is well…necessary but still tiring?” You look up at him, tears welling in your eyes. “I- I don’t want for you to feel burdened with me or like I’m a constant reminder of your work.”

Gojo’s gaze softens at you, and his hand cups your cheek, as he wipes away a tear from your eyes. “Listen to me, (y/n). You’re not weak. I mean it.” His tone is serious and caring, and his facial features show nothing but genuine concern for you. “You’re a strong, brilliant person. And it’s not the same. I want to protect you. I want to be by your side and look out for you and make sure you’re always smiling and safe. Protecting you has never been a burden, but a blessing. Because it’s you; the person I fell in love with,” he says with a gaze filled with something that can only be described as adoration. “And you need to give yourself more credit, you hold yourself so well in so many situations. So don’t hesitate to lean on me when things get hard, okay?”

A soft sigh escapes you as his thumb brushes against your skin, the tenderness of the gesture making your heart flutter, but it doesn’t stop there. He leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, then peppers his way down your face to kiss away another tear. 

You blush from his affectionate gestures, and from hearing him be so serious about you and accepting of your feelings. It really struck a cord in your heart when he was so caring and validating he was in times like these, despite the playful tease he usually was. You love it about him; how he knows you so well and gets so tender during moments like these. 

“Satoru…thank you,” you say as you cling even closer to him.

“You don’t have to thank me, angel,” he chuckles softly, when suddenly his face lights up. “Hehe, I have the perfect thing to make you feel better!” He says enthusiastically, as he quickly moves his hands down to the inside of his coat pockets, which is still wrapped around you. He pulls out an assortment of sweets, ranging from chocolates to lollipops. Your eyes widened as you witnessed his big hands seemingly disappear into the pockets to pull out such an immense amount of candies. 

“You have so many!! Way more than usual! This is like a kid coming home with a Halloween basket!” You excitedly state, looking down at all the sugary goodness.

“It was the snacks to sneak into the movie of course, No one's gonna pay that insane amount for snacks. Capitalistic schemes, tsk tsk tsk.”

“That’s so true,” you agree. “How are your pockets even that big, though? I wish women’s clothes came with bigger pockets, it would be soooo much nicer to have. And convenient,” you pout, thinking about all the times you went to put your phone in your jacket or pants pockets, only to find out they can fit probably only a singular cheeto in there, or worse - it’s just a pattern sewn on for the sole purpose of decoration. 

Gojo grins at you, his eyes twinkling mischievously, “Heh, I wouldn’t mind being your portable handy, dandy backpack whenever,” he chives in a playful tone. “I mean~ Isn’t it so cool that I can even teleport to you too? You also got yourself a portable boyfriend! A wombo combo,” he states, winking at you. “And if I get to see this cute face of yours each time I were to show up, it would be totally worth the distance,” he teases, a chuckle escaping his lips at the sight of your pouting face.

You laugh, and proclaim in a singsong voice, “wow~ my boyfriend is just soooo amazing, look at everything he can do.”

“Awh angel, you’re gonna make me blush. I’m just so great aren’t I?” He jokes, and as soon as you open up your mouth to deliver a comeback, he reaches over to your lips and plops a chocolate confection right inside before you even notice what’s happening. “There!” He proclaims like he just won a plush toy in a crane game, and he closes your lips using his index finger, brushing over them softly.

The gesture throws you off, especially with the way his big hands are caressing you so tenderly. You’re certain you can feel your heart skip multiple beats. And you’re pretty sure with the way it’s beating he’ll hear it jumping out of your chest. 

I’m gonna get ikemen overload at this rate-, you begin to think to yourself until you start chewing the little dessert. Your eyes open wide upon tasting it, and you quickly finish eating the whole thing. “That was so good!” You exclaim. One thing about Gojo that you happened to share a lot in common with is his sweet tooth, and sweets never failed to cheer you up. “What flavor was that?”

“I knew you’d like it! And as for the flavor-,” he leans down to your ears and whispers, “it’s a flavor called love~” 

“Satoru!” You state, slapping his chest playfully, a blush blossoming all over your face.

“Ahaha! I knew this would give you energy! It’s cheese curd from a Hungarian chocolate called Túro Rudi.” He pauses for a bit, admiring the way your face lit up after having eaten the sweet, and how interested you were in listening about it. “You really are so adorable when you get all excited like that, over even the littlest of things. Hehe, you know, I’m gonna give you even more of these sweets if you keep being this cute.

“Then I guess I should feed you some too, since you’re so cute,” you giggle.

Gojo chuckles and leans down in response, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. “Mm, thanks angel. It really is delicious.”

You whimper softly after he pulls away, wanting the feeling of his lips on yours back. A blush creeps on your face, and you can feel yourself melting like ice cream on the inside.

“There’s more in your pockets, right?”

“Yeah, but it tastes better this way.”

“You wanna taste more?” You ask sheepishly. 

“I’m dying too.”

He cups your face in his hands, and his lips meet yours once again. They’re so soft, and you can taste a little bit of strawberry from the lip balm he uses. You smile against them and respond to his kiss, weaving your hands through his silky locks. This time it’s longer, and both of you are savoring the moment. 

After pulling away to catch your breath, he gazed lovingly at your face, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Are you feeling better angel?”

“Mmhm,” you hum as you lean your head on his collarbone. “Much better.”

You guys stay like this for a while, just soaking in each other’s company. Gojo isn’t a fan of plans, but one thing he knows for sure is he plans to stay by your side for the rest of the day.

[romandaandromeda]

the amazing circus of not real episode 2:

[SPOILERS OF PARODIC NATURE AHEAD]

[buttonblossom shipping art at the end too in other news]

pomni: i am going to die a nobody because i [%$!#]ed up bad yesterday

ragatha: pomni

pomni:

ragatha: :(

caine: go to the candy place and catch some varmints

bubble: https://www.cs.cmu.edu/~biglou/resources/bad-words.txt

zooble: no

ragatha: pomni

pomni: uh

IN CANDY WORLD

everyone: this place looks awesome

[happy gangle dies]

princess loolilalu: hello youre all welcome here :)

ragatha: pomni (positive)

pomni: (negative)

ragatha: :(

princess loolilalu: you have to get our syrup back

ragatha: you got it

jax: i hope nothing but death and gore and violence and all that is unholy in the eyes of god happen today

jax: by the way gangle [%$!#] you

ELSEWHERE IN CANDY AUSTRALIA

gummygators: we gotta stop these guys from taking our rightful syrup

jax: i have a gun let’s kill these guys

gangle: lets not do th

jax: i have a gun let’s kill gangle

ragatha: pomni

jax: yeah pomni be useful for once

[he throws her out of the magical semitruck that i forgot to mention and gets wedged between the syrup truck and the semitruck, conflict ensues]

jax: i’ve really gotta let out my violence pomni be a dear and just keep cool

pomni: i hate you

[pomni gets unstretched]

jax: well look now i cant do my violence thing

gummygators: lets throw them off our trail

jax: lets kill them

[chase scene continues]

jax: lets kill them

ragatha: BUT POMNI

jax: gangle (specifically) lets kill them or i’ll blackmail you

gangle: 😃

[the gators freaking stab the semitruck and impale ragatha]

kinger: i will save the day and pomni

[he throws an anchor]

jax: :|

[the semitruck falls into chocolate river]

jax: you are responsible for every tragedy and atrocity ever committed in history i don’t know why anybody even trusts you anymore

gangle: :(

[pomni and gummigoo clip into the blue void of nonexistence]

IN THE BLUE VOID OF NONEXISTENCE

[gummigoo discovers he’s not real]

gummigoo: what is going on

pomni: uhm

gummigoo: what are we in the end

gummigoo: are we even real

gummigoo: what (philisophical)

BACK IN CANDY WORLD

[the gang are alright]

ragatha: i hope pomni’s okay

jax: could you literally shut up about pomni and focus on the now

the greedy from the 1977 raggedy ann movie: im gonna eat you

ragatha: dont actually

the greedy from the 1977 raggedy ann movie: oh man im sorry

jax: what the heck are you anyways

the greedy from the 1977 raggedy ann movie: im the fudge and i eat people which is why i got banished to this river

ragatha: dear god

jax: you’re actually the coolest thing i’ve ever experienced (ragatha you have licorice hair)

ragatha: >:(

jax: i’ll help you get back into the kingdom if you help us

[the 2 remaining gummygators fall right into the chocolate river]

BACK IN THE BLUE VOID OF NONEXISTENCE

[pomni attempts to get a truck moving]

pomni: are you alright

gummigoo: no i’m literally just a puppet

pomni: i feel you man

gummigoo: we’re fake things for your crew to stop every time

pomni: well you still have your crew up there and you care about them like they do you right

gummigoo: why does this matter

pomni: because nobody should go through this at any point

gummigoo: well then let’s get ourselves out of this mess

pomni: we gotta get the truck to glitch out again

[so they do exactly that and have a bit of a moment in the teapot zone]

BACK IN CANDY WORLD

jax: well this sucked

gangle: why

jax: i wanted to kill people

ragatha: so they’re just gone

the 2 remaining gummigators: yeah

ragatha: right

kinger: well caine could find her easily

ragatha: yeah but she could be suffering and she isn’t fond of me after what happened yesterday

kinger: dont let it get to you maybe she’s just adjusting to this word like you did when you were new

ragatha: true

kinger: huh

[pomni and gummigoo burst out of the ground and kill the greedy from the 1977 raggedy ann movie by landing at mach 1 on him]

ragatha: POMNI

pomni: hi and i made a friend

[both gangs agree on taking the two syrup trucks on their own ways]

jax: https://youtu.be/rPKN7-pTpCY?si=YtSnNuJD1hlICZ1G

ragatha: maybe next time

jax: shut the [%$!#] up maybe

pomni: btw this is gummigoo and he’s joining the circus

ragatha: sounds good to me

jax: SHUT UP

princess loolilalu: you saved our kingdom

princess loolilalu: have fun killing that gator

pomni: yeah (sarcastically)

[that scene when the tripod emerges in war of the worlds 05 but with the greedy from the 1977 raggedy ann movie happens off screen]

jax: hehe

ragatha: WHAT DID YOU DO

princess loolilalu: no seriously what did you do

jax: bye

BACK IN THE DIGITAL CIRCUS

caine: welcome back everyone

gummigoo: this place is nice

caine: oh

[gummigoo perishes]

caine: just a precaution

[pomni loses her mind]

caine: okay bye

zooble: good riddance

ragatha: well maybe he’ll return some day

[the gang without jax hold a funeral for kaufmo]

[genuinely a pretty emotional scene and pomni feels assured]

THE END

in summary for fellow buttonblossom shippers:

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Please do the Chris Evans pottery fic! I legit have always thought about for years! Like him taking a night class or a private class for anxiety or hobby (that Scott guilted him to take) so he doesn’t get recognized and the reader (please preferably male) vaguely knows who he is and doesn’t care and teaches him and he falls in love with reader. Like a slow burn. Bro please I’m on my knees begging 🙏 your writing is god tier for Chris fics

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First and foremost I have to say, goddamn, you really went back into the archives to find that post 💀💀 don't get me wrong, I appreciate the hell out of you for that but, also, oof, have I already been on Tumblr for 3 fucking years!?

What? When?

Second, I actually never thought too much about that idea haha. I just couldn't get past the idea of Chris using his hands in that way 🥴 because look, I'm much more of a sculptor than a potter, but it has never been lost on me (a) how much skill it takes to throw on the wheel, and (b) how fucking hot it can look lmao

So, because I never thought too deep about the idea beyond the look, I have to say That's A 👏🏻 Top 👏🏻 Notch 👏🏻 Idea 👏🏻

I love that idea, like:

Chris rolls up to a night pottery class with a baseball cap pulled down real low, trying not to be noticed, squeezing his shoulders in to be less big and noticeable.

You notice him though--he looks a little funny, trying so hard not to stand out and obviously not realizing that a long sleeve, chunky cardigan is 100% the wrong thing to wear when you're about to be playing with clay. But, you don't care about him being Mr. Movie Star (or dressed badly for this activity lol) because, obviously, if he's here for a class, he wants to learn

(Later you'll learn that Scott was the one to push him into it, telling him, lovingly, to quit just talking about beginning to work with his hands and actually Do It)

and so, he's gonna learn.

You are the teacher though, so... it's your duty to keep the secret that Captain America is in their midst.

(But that won't keep you from teasing him subtlety by asking him if he'd perhaps like a blue or red or clear glaze)

Chris might not pick up the skill of throwing as quickly as some of the others (mostly because he's never messed with clay before while many of the other students have even if it was years ago in high school or college or wherever), but he's dedicated.

He puts his all into learning throwing.

You learn quickly, instructing Chris, that he has this tendency to squeeze a little too hard and over-correct the clay. The strength he's got comes in handy with wedging clay and assisting in reconstructing the electric kilns by putting in the heavy shelves, but, when on the wheel, it's not about how hard you can press the clay, how hard you can squeeze it, or anything like that (unless you're working on huge, HUGE projects with massive amounts of clay... but, these students are not there yet). It's about letting your hands glide over the clay, it's encouraging the clay to stretch and compress delicately.

Pottery very much more finesse than force.

And you tell him that a lot in the beginning, "relax, for now, don't try to control it too much. Try to let go and just feel. Keep your elbows anchored in your hips and thighs, but, otherwise, stay loose and relaxed. Breath out. Sink into it, y’know? Relax."

Chris laughs, looking up at you from the little mound of clay he's been centering on his wheel head, "I didn't know this would be so... spiritual? I mean, shit, this feels like therapy."

"Ha," you say, "just be glad it's therapy and not Ghost."

Chris chuckles, "are those my only two options?"

"Right now, rookie? Yes." You point back at his unattended and still spinning wheel, "now, please put your nose back to the grindstone before I'm forced to saddle up behind you. I don't need to be shot in the streets before I get hands-on with my teaching"

You swear, under that cap and beard, Chris blushes. But. He also gets back to work, so... you can't be sure you're not just seeing things 👀

There are a lot of little moments like that throughout the class. Flirting. Maybe. Maybe not. Chris might just be that charming. You can't be too sure.

It's very charming to watch Chris pick up his wobbly creations after they've been put through the bisque kiln and laugh at their unstable bumps and lumps as he tries to set them flat on the table. Plus, when he sands his pieces, he murmurs to himself, talking about all the silly mistakes he finds. Nail marks. Dips. Bulges. Extra bits of clay he missed when trimming. You swear you hear him call himself a "meatball" once...

That is a challenge to not laugh at, but, you don't because you don't want him to know you're paying such close attention to him. (You can't have favorite students after all 😘)

And later, it's very sweet to watch him admire his first glazed pieces. He's very gentle with them, running his fingers back and forth, back and forth, over the smooth glaze. He seems to enjoy the smooth sensation.

Also, listen, I have no proof but I feel like Chris is gonna be the type of potter that gets Really Messy. Like, clay and slip all over his hands, of course, but also all up his forearms and flecks of it on his face and in his hair. His poor apron and shoes.

Also, I think Chris would be the type of potter that wipes their hands on their thighs over their apron 😮‍💨

Chris takes one class then another and another. He's getting much, much better.

But, he still looks like he's watching you perform magic when you quickly throw a vace or pie platter for a demonstration. It's really endearing. You'd love to see more of his face while watching you work, but, no matter how good you are at pottery, you can't do it without looking. Not yet... maybe someday, if you keep practicing.

And eventually, I'd like to think that you exchange numbers. Chris no longer takes your class and so it's fair game.

He comes over to your place and you cook a meal together because you already know each other well enough. So, you skip the more public dates that are better for strangers.

Chris seems mystified by the fact that ALL your plates, bowls, mugs, etc. are things you've made. Thrown on the pottery wheel. He just thinks it's very cool and personal. Also, he swears because of taking your class that he can't look at a factory-made plate or bowl or mug the same. They look so plain and lifeless now. In return, you tease that you'd offer to make him a set for his own home as a present (maybe for his birthday or Christmas) but, you're gonna insist that he at least try to make a set himself first.

And, hey, if he needs more encouragement maybe that Ghost option could come true...

Sorry, this is so short but I just had to get some real quick thoughts out between study sessions lol

Thank you so much for bringing this up again and thank you for reading!!

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Like everyone else, I downloaded prime and watched Red White and Royal Blue this week.

I really loved the main characters, and an enemies to friends to lovers plot is like the basis of half of my serotonin.

I was a little unsure how believable their relationship development was going to be at the very beginning. At first their conflict seemed extra contrived…even for a rom com. They didn’t get along because of some tabloid comparisons and ONE minor miscommunication YEARS ago? C’mon.

BUT…after finishing the movie and really seeing where they went with it, it makes so much more sense. And I really, really love it.

Both Henry and Alex struggle so much with their public vs private personas.

Alex is cast as the charismatic, smooth social butterfly; Henry as a reserved, pompous rock of a person.

But underneath that, they’re both insecure goofballs who want to be loved, support their families, and do good in the world for the countries they serve. (And that’s really why they ultimately work so well together.)

They’re such complicated people who want desperately to be seen and appreciated for their whole selves. That’s where their conflict stems from when they were younger. They both saw this other man in a similarly difficult position, felt this instant attraction to him, and wanted the other one to somehow recognize their struggle and see the man underneath the facade. Unfortunately, they are so worried about being seen THEMSELVES that they fail to recognize the same desires in one another…until the fall-out from cake-gate.

Once they resolve their initial misunderstanding, the conflicts in the movie really aren’t so much between the two of them anymore. Instead, the conflicts arise when their INDIVIDUAL values and public/private lives seem to be at odds with one another.

The very things they bond over - supporting their families and the people the serve - drive the wedge between them. They worry that if they show their private selves at all, their ability to be valuable to their families and to their people will be compromised.

In spite of this, we see both of them breaking down the walls between their public and private selves during their time together, and showing more and more of who they really are. Sometimes they are the exact OPPOSITE of their public selves.

As we see their relationship develop, Henry - ever the poet - is often the smooth and confident one in their personal affairs, while Alex is sometimes awkward and unsure of himself in bed.

“Your body comes back to me in dreams” (!?! Henry WTF how long did you work on that verse before you hit send).

Versus…

“Who says ‘make love these days? Are we gonna listen to Lana Del Rey while we do it?” (Alex again covering his nerves with humor for the millionth time.)

And when things really get rough, we see Alex stepping up to be Henry’s solid anchor in the storm, and Henry openly admitting to him that he’s not ok. (Is there any more perfect moment than the two of them collapsing on the stairs together, holding onto one another for all they’re worth!?! Part of me DIED. An Amazon rom com has no business making me feel feelings like that.)

Their individual progression culminates in Alex giving this beautiful speech about both his love for Henry and his hopes for the people he serves. He is every bit the charismatic leader he is supposed to be, but he’s open and genuine, with heaps of vulnerability and no pretense. He uses his experience to admonish those who would do the same to others, and re-affirms that his family will continue to fight for those who need support.

Henry’s moment is equally perfect for him. No grand speech. Dignified and understated. He simply steps onto the balcony, waves, and makes history. But he doesn’t do it alone - he has Alex on his right side the whole time. He’s firm in standing up for himself, and genuine in wanting to take that step not just for himself, but to change the precedents and expectations for everyone else in his current and future kingdom. No more hiding beautiful things in silent, dark museums, but pulling them out into the light with a calm smile on his face and steel in his backbone.

The central conflict of the movie starts with the problems caused by the discrepancy between their personal and public selves, and ends with the lovely resolution of that conflict. And their love for one another is the catalyst for all that change. Henry and Alex truly bring out the best in one another, and by the end of the movie we have to believe that they’re going to go on to do great things.

Plus it’s just damn cute.

[prettywordsyouleft]

Blue Lagoon

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun x female reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 879

Blue was everywhere. The cerulean sky met the ocean in the distance, blinding Kihyun every time he dared to look out at the bright tropical scenery before him. Then there was your swimsuit, a playful thing of navy and white, complimenting your royal blue nail polish that currently held a fruity mocktail topped with, you guessed it, a blue umbrella.

He was close to laughing when he met your blue eyes, a knowing smile crossing your lips as you took a sip. “Overwhelmed?”

“Here in paradise?” he questioned, shaking his head. “No way.”

“Liar,” you said.

When you told Kihyun he had to travel with you to the Caribbean, he was a little confused. Why him? He had been asking himself ever since you gave him the second plane ticket to this all-expenses paid trip you had won. He’d even asked you too, and you had been simple with the responses.

“Don’t tell me you don’t want to soak up the rays with me on the beach and take a bunch of photos, Kihyun.”

“We both need a break.”

“You were the first person I thought of. Why wouldn’t I want my best friend here with me?”

He supposed it made sense. But Kihyun knew you well and could tell when you were skirting around truths. Besides, you had a boyfriend of two years back home who should have been in his place.

Looking down at the white shirt unbuttoned over his upper half and his green swimming shorts, he didn’t have a single blue thing in common with this place like you did.

Slumping on the poolside barstool, he turned his attention to the drink you were sucking up through a straw and continued to contemplate his strange melancholy. He was in paradise. Yet he hadn’t relaxed since landing late last night.

“Stop thinking so hard.”

“Tell me why I’m here then.”

You suffered out a groan. “Persistence has always been your downfall.”

“You’re equally as stubborn,” he countered, and you shared an easy grin, a momentary familiarity pulsing between you. And then Kihyun looked back out at the dreamy surroundings and remembered he was like a fish out of water here.

Ironic, due to the water all around him.

“I didn’t withhold information from you entirely. When I won the tickets, you were the first person I thought of. I started to plan the entire trip with you in mind. Where we could visit that would take the best photos, what we could discover together. The food we’d eat, and all the dancing at night. Everything with you sounded like the best trip ever.”

He nodded softly, agreeing with your thought process. You were the person he turned to first with everything in his life. It made sense, you were his longest friend, after all.

You put down the drink you had been enjoying, playing with the straw in the almost empty glass. The paper umbrella that was stuck in a wedge of orange loosened, and Kihyun caught it before it fell. He looked at it as if it would hold all the answers, but all it did was open and close as he methodically pushed the mechanism on the stick.

“Being here with you means I left Ben behind,” you said quietly, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth after. “Choosing you meant I didn’t choose him.”

“He won’t be too thrilled.”

“He’s no longer in the picture, Ki.”

Snapping his focus to yours, he found an unguarded vulnerability in those blue eyes of yours. How often had he stared into your eyes and lost time within them? He could stay trapped within you forever, he was certain. However, the way you watched him now was different. Hopeful. Nervous. Determined.

Holy shit, he thought, his mouth falling ajar. You had chosen him.

“I’ve always loved you,” you told him, breaking your stare, looking out to the sea beyond the resort’s large pool. “I just didn’t realise I was in love with you until I chose you.”

Kihyun watched your throat bob nervously as the silence stretched, no doubt your confession being something you had hoped to do when you both weren’t floating adrift so you could have something to anchor onto. Reaching out for your bare thigh, Kihyun squeezed it gently, offering you a lifeline. You didn’t hesitate to wrap your hand around his wrist, your blue once again washing all over him. Kihyun wanted to drown in you, in this moment.

Paradise lay at his feet and held onto his wrist.

Smiling more casually than he felt, Kihyun shifted closer to you. “I’ve loved you forever.”

“Oh, I know.” A sly curl of your lips accompanied your response. “You’ve never successfully hidden your feelings from me.”

“Is that right?” You shared a laugh.

“I want to explore this place with you,” you told him determinedly, and Kihyun knew you weren’t talking about the island you were staying on. “What do you want to do?”

Jumping down off his stool, he held out his hand for yours. Once again, you didn’t hesitate to slip it against his, fitting just as perfectly as it always had. He smiled down at your linked hands, liking your blue against his skin. “I’m up for a new adventure with you.”

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Dark Samus Smut Piece

A/N: You're a wounded bounty hunter (not Samus, but part of the 3 samus joined up with in MP3)

Blood rushed to your side, impaled from an earlier fight, you felt dizzy in the cock pit of your ship. You heard the door to your ship open, with metal clad footsteps approaching your part in the ship. You knew you were fucked, it was the end, and you take notice of the phazon empowered being stalking towards you. It offered a hand, and once your visions blurriness started to fade you take note it was Samus' dark phazon infused doppelganger. You feared death you feared pain, you're not sure what this eldritch power could offer you, but you'll take what you can get and so you placed your bloodied hand in hers. The armored helm lowered itself Infront of you and cradled your face in a singular rough skinned hand before you felt her channel light traces of phazon into your bloodstream. Your labored breathing choked and intensified as your wounds stung, but they were closing, the shrapnel in your side slipping out of the wound. You can hear a distorted female voice crackling from inside the helm I can take away your pain if you'll let me take you in return. You vigorously nod, you have clue into her intentions of adding you to the hive mind, but it's a better fate than to be chewed up my space pirates. Dark Samus tilts her visor willingly then, curious. She rests her hands on each side of her helm before lifting it off of her head. What you were expecting was the half formed phazon monstrosity you'd heard samus fight the first time, but now before you is a woman of pale blue skin, dark veins running just under the skin. The under side of her black hair glows bright in phazon energy and her eyes, all three of them lock on to you. You tense up, your breathing accelerates, Dark Samus takes notice and leans in close, her glossy black lips pressed against your ear shhhhhh, I'll take care of you, mine now. Her lips trail down the column of your throat leaving wet sucking kisses against your skin. Dark Samus is quick to peel your armor off, her clawed fingers forming into smooth hands that run themselves through your hair soft her distorted voice trails off in fascination. Her thigh wedges itself between your legs and pressed firmly against your body suit right in the juncture of your thighs. Your breath picks up and you can feel the doppelganger's mouth tighten in a pleased smile. She moves her thigh, the thick alien texture of her suit rubbing you in a way you couldn't describe.

You feel your body suit tearing and take notice of the alien eldritch tearing your body suit with her hands. She curiously dips a finger into your arousal before bringing it up to her mouth, leaning back her face comes into view and you see her open her mouth in a brief flash of fang she pops the arousal coated finger into her mouth. Humming curiously her hand returns to that spot between your legs and sinks it in deeper, before curling it tightly. Your back arches breath hitching, you reach for Dark Samus to pull her in by the shoulders to get a firm anchor on reality. Dark Samus tilts her head curiously before joining her lips with yours, swallowing one of your shocked moans as she adds a second finger to curl alongside the first. She thrusts them in a jerky rhythm that has you shaking on her thigh curled against her front. Her glowing tongue prods at your lips and you let it in without a fight, earning a teasing hum from the other woman. Her tongue seemed a bit longer and much hotter than a typical one, and made its way across your own tongue and lathering it in metallic phazon saliva. You can feel the corruption take over you, slowly being absorbed into your body. You can only suck on her tongue and let out keening moans as her fingers thrust unrelentingly inside you and curl into that spongy bit that has you screaming into her mouth. She retracts her alien tongue a bit to kiss you normally (as normal as a radioactive eldritch being can get) before watching you come undone in her arms. A small smile pulls away at her lips, her yellow eyes flashing in hunger and fascination seeing you crumbling into a shaking mess in her arms.

Dark Samus wasn't finished, her body slinked lower as she lowered herself to place her head between your legs. You catch a glance of yourself in the ship's mirror, bright blue essence leaking from your mouth and spilling over your breasts. Your head feels fuzzy, the only clear feeling is the sensation of her tongue sliding past your folds delving farther than her fingers could go. You take a sharp breath as Dark Samus drags her thumb in slow circles around your clit, the overstimulation of your previous orgasm giving you a whole new feeling of shaky. Your thighs quiver around the alien's head, and she just lets out a haunting laugh, sending vibrations between your legs. Her tongue twists inside you, undoubtably lathering your walls in phazon infused liquids. You begin to reach a peak again, rocking your hips against the doppelgangers face, voice cracking with drawn out sighs, grunts, and moans of pleasure. You crest over the edge, waves of pleasure slamming you through and through, and you grip the woman's hair and pull her even closer between your legs her tongue thrusting through the after shocks before pulling out. Dark Samus makes her way up your body, taking each nipple into her mouth and hand briefly before meeting your lips in a kiss. You taste yourself on her lips as her tongue brushes yours. Another glance in the mirror shows phazon leaking out from between your legs, a weirdly satisfying feeling emerges from that sight alone. Dark Samus Pulls your shaking body into her arms, as you begin to lose consciousness.

Rest, you've earned it, my loyal pet.

A/N: Listen, late night monster fucking. I'm sexually attracted to becoming part of a hive mind stfu

[cryopathiic-a]

'What is this?! Why can't I break this rope..?!'

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Whatever that shrine maiden did.. he couldn't undo it. That sacred binding, or whatever she called it, had fully immobilized Akaza. The strange red rope bound the Upper Moon at the wrists and ankles. Anchoring him to the ground, even preventing him from wriggling into the sanctuary of the shade just off to the side of this abandoned place of worship. How was this possible? All that old woman did was utter some words when he got too close to the grounds of an old shrine..! Suddenly he was here. Stuck on a cobblestone foundation, straining against moss and the dirt of holy grounds left to the mists of time for at least a few decades. Pink hair and tattooed cheeks now speckled with dirt and flecks of moss turned loose with their struggle.

"Damn it..!! Shit..!!" All Akaza could do was seethe as the veins beneath his skin bulged and strained with their knuckles beneath turned blue tattoos pale with white-hot frustration at his current situation. Bound and despite all of his efforts, unable to sever the thick rope that now felt as if it was burning the Upper moon with the tension and force behind their attempts to break free.

There was only an hour or so until daybreak. Akaza was fully exposed in a forest where no human dared to tread now that word of a demon had likely gotten out, and the rope felt as if it was made of lead. This was certainly not good.

Each Kizuki has their respective use and purpose. Handpicked by their Lord for their unique talents, the task of finding that elusive bloom is shared among them — but some have methods much less refined than others. And knowing that, Dōma didn't second-guess what might have happened to his beloved friend. Akaza was reknowned for his temper after all. This time, he just picked the wrong place and time.

And, oh, his night was about to get much, much worse. Because, unfortunately for him, the smell of his despair had drawn in a certain vulture.

A ruffle from above as branches rock and shed oak leaves on the disgraced third moon. And then—

❝ Hey there! ❞ Dōma's face comes dangling down, just inches apart from Akaza's nose. ❝ Would you look at that! We ended up bumping on each other again... ❞ Coincidentally. ❝ I must say, Lord Akaza, I did not expect to find you near this sort of establishment! Have you decided to revisit you opinions on religion, perhaps? ❞ Upper Two's face presses into a gleeful smile at that.

And he hops off; landing gracefully with fabrics floating around his form. After patting down on his hakama, Dōma pulls some stray white gold away from his face and turns to his fellow Kizuki with a grin; a grin that the trained eye would immediately flag as quite devious.

❝ Oh, that looks rather painful, huh? ❞ A lavender claw is first pointed to the restraints... and then Dōma takes that pivotal step too close to the other. His finger is distinctly icy when it traces down the veins littering Akaza's forearm and digs under the bind. That little wedge would be enough to increase the pressure for a moment, wouldn't it? Especially when that claw is flicked away, leaving the rope to lash an already reddened wrist. Dōma's face wrinkles with a cutesy smile.

❝ You poor thing... how did you manage to end up like this, huh? It's really unwise to be exposed out here, you know. The sun will be up soon. ❞ The tone grows somber as he directs Akaza's attention to the dawning light. That makes things urgent. Well. It's not often that Dōma would come upon an opportunity to make his best friend plead for his aid like that. And, in the gleam of his eye, it becomes evident that he intends to milk it.

❝ Oh well. You should be more careful next time, Lord Akaza! Although, I'm sure you'll figure this out by yourself, right? You don't seem to need my help. ❞ He explains, before waving the other off and turning to walk away —

He wants to hear it.

[thomashenryworlds]

Christmas Charcuterie Board

Why Choose a Charcuterie Board for Christmas?

Charcuterie boards are ideal for Christmas because they offer:

Versatility: They cater to diverse palates, with options for meat lovers, vegetarians, and even those with a sweet tooth.

Aesthetic Appeal: Festive garnishes and a careful arrangement can transform it into a visual masterpiece.

Ease of Preparation: No cooking required—just thoughtful assembly!

What You’ll Need for Your Christmas Charcuterie Board

1. A Base Board

Select a large wooden, marble, or slate board as the foundation. For a Christmas theme, consider circular boards resembling a wreath, or opt for festive shapes like a tree or star.

2. Meats

Include a variety of cured meats, such as:

Salami Roses: Shape thin slices into roses for added elegance.

Prosciutto: Fold them into delicate ribbons.

Pepperoni and Chorizo: Roll or stack for texture and spice.

3. Cheeses

Choose a mix of textures and flavours, including:

Soft Cheeses: Brie or Camembert (perfectly festive when topped with cranberries or pomegranate seeds).

Hard Cheeses: Cheddar, Parmesan wedges, or Gruyère.

Blue Cheese: For those who enjoy a bolder flavour.

Pre-cut some cheeses into cubes or wedges for convenience while leaving larger blocks for visual interest.

4. Crackers and Bread

Balance the textures with an assortment of crackers and breadsticks. Whole-grain crackers, rosemary-infused crispbreads, and slices of crusty baguette are great options.

5. Fruits and Nuts

Fresh Fruits: Add red and green fruits like grapes, apple slices, and kiwi for festive colours.

Dried Fruits: Apricots, figs, and cranberries pair beautifully with cheese.

Nuts: Roasted almonds, walnuts, and pistachios offer crunch and complement both sweet and savoury items.

6. Sweet Treats

Incorporate festive sweets to delight guests:

Christmas chocolates (think mini Santas or snowflakes).

Peppermint bark or candy canes for a touch of holiday magic.

Gingerbread cookies or shortbread biscuits.

7. Festive Garnishes

Decorate with rosemary sprigs to mimic pine branches, scatter pomegranate arils like red berries, and add a few edible flowers or gold-dusted elements for extra sparkle.

Tips for Arranging Your Christmas Charcuterie Board

Start with the Big Pieces: Place bowls of dips, olives, or honey first to anchor the layout.

Create Zones: Arrange meats, cheeses, and crackers in separate clusters, ensuring easy access.

Add Pops of Colour: Use fruits, sweets, and garnishes to fill gaps and add a festive palette of red, green, and gold.

Think About Height: Stack items like crackers and nuts to create depth and dimension.

Keep it Practical: Ensure there’s a variety of utensils, like cheese knives and tongs, so guests can serve themselves easily.

Personalising Your Christmas Charcuterie Board

Themed Additions: Include items like mini mince pies, Christmas pudding bites, or spiced nuts for a truly seasonal touch.

Dietary Considerations: Offer plant-based cheeses and gluten-free crackers to accommodate dietary restrictions.

Signature Touches: Create a focal point, such as a star-shaped Brie topped with cranberry sauce or a festive cheese ball shaped like a Christmas tree.

Final Thoughts

A Christmas charcuterie board is more than just a platter; it's a chance to showcase your creativity and bring people together over delicious food. With a balance of savoury and sweet elements and a sprinkle of festive charm, your board will undoubtedly be the highlight of the celebration.

Ready to impress your guests? Start planning your perfect Christmas charcuterie board today! And don’t forget to share your creations on social media—your festive masterpiece deserves its moment in the spotlight.

[joshepedwardworld]

Christmas Charcuterie Board

Why Choose a Charcuterie Board for Christmas?

Charcuterie boards are ideal for Christmas because they offer:

Versatility: They cater to diverse palates, with options for meat lovers, vegetarians, and even those with a sweet tooth.

Aesthetic Appeal: Festive garnishes and a careful arrangement can transform it into a visual masterpiece.

Ease of Preparation: No cooking required—just thoughtful assembly!

What You’ll Need for Your Christmas Charcuterie Board

1. A Base Board

Select a large wooden, marble, or slate board as the foundation. For a Christmas theme, consider circular boards resembling a wreath, or opt for festive shapes like a tree or star.

2. Meats

Include a variety of cured meats, such as:

Salami Roses: Shape thin slices into roses for added elegance.

Prosciutto: Fold them into delicate ribbons.

Pepperoni and Chorizo: Roll or stack for texture and spice.

3. Cheeses

Choose a mix of textures and flavours, including:

Soft Cheeses: Brie or Camembert (perfectly festive when topped with cranberries or pomegranate seeds).

Hard Cheeses: Cheddar, Parmesan wedges, or Gruyère.

Blue Cheese: For those who enjoy a bolder flavour.

Pre-cut some cheeses into cubes or wedges for convenience while leaving larger blocks for visual interest.

4. Crackers and Bread

Balance the textures with an assortment of crackers and breadsticks. Whole-grain crackers, rosemary-infused crispbreads, and slices of crusty baguette are great options.

5. Fruits and Nuts

Fresh Fruits: Add red and green fruits like grapes, apple slices, and kiwi for festive colours.

Dried Fruits: Apricots, figs, and cranberries pair beautifully with cheese.

Nuts: Roasted almonds, walnuts, and pistachios offer crunch and complement both sweet and savoury items.

6. Sweet Treats

Incorporate festive sweets to delight guests:

Christmas chocolates (think mini Santas or snowflakes).

Peppermint bark or candy canes for a touch of holiday magic.

Gingerbread cookies or shortbread biscuits.

7. Festive Garnishes

Decorate with rosemary sprigs to mimic pine branches, scatter pomegranate arils like red berries, and add a few edible flowers or gold-dusted elements for extra sparkle.

Tips for Arranging Your Christmas Charcuterie Board

Start with the Big Pieces: Place bowls of dips, olives, or honey first to anchor the layout.

Create Zones: Arrange meats, cheeses, and crackers in separate clusters, ensuring easy access.

Add Pops of Colour: Use fruits, sweets, and garnishes to fill gaps and add a festive palette of red, green, and gold.

Think About Height: Stack items like crackers and nuts to create depth and dimension.

Keep it Practical: Ensure there’s a variety of utensils, like cheese knives and tongs, so guests can serve themselves easily.

Personalising Your Christmas Charcuterie Board

Themed Additions: Include items like mini mince pies, Christmas pudding bites, or spiced nuts for a truly seasonal touch.

Dietary Considerations: Offer plant-based cheeses and gluten-free crackers to accommodate dietary restrictions.

Signature Touches: Create a focal point, such as a star-shaped Brie topped with cranberry sauce or a festive cheese ball shaped like a Christmas tree.

Final Thoughts

A Christmas charcuterie board is more than just a platter; it's a chance to showcase your creativity and bring people together over delicious food. With a balance of savoury and sweet elements and a sprinkle of festive charm, your board will undoubtedly be the highlight of the celebration.

Ready to impress your guests? Start planning your perfect Christmas charcuterie board today! And don’t forget to share your creations on social media—your festive masterpiece deserves its moment in the spotlight.

[handbagfashionexpert]

5 Creative Ways To Style Your Large Beach Tote

Your large beach tote isn't just a practical accessory for carrying your seaside essentials—it's also a versatile fashion statement waiting to be styled in creative ways. Whether you're lounging by the shore or exploring beachside shops, here are five innovative ways to elevate your look with a large beach tote.

1. Boho Chic Beach Day

Embrace your inner bohemian spirit with a laid-back beach look that exudes effortless charm. Start by pairing a flowy maxi dress or a crochet swimsuit cover-up with oversized sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat for added sun protection. Complete the ensemble with your large beach tote featuring earthy tones or tribal-inspired prints. Toss in a lightweight scarf or sarong, a straw fedora, and some beaded sandals to channel boho vibes from head to toe. This ensemble not only looks effortlessly chic but also ensures you're ready for a day of relaxation under the sun.

2. Nautical-Inspired Day Out

For a classic seaside look that never goes out of style, opt for a nautical-inspired ensemble paired with your large beach tote. Choose a striped Breton top or a navy blue sundress as the foundation of your outfit, evoking the timeless charm of coastal fashion. Pair it with white denim shorts or capri pants for a fresh, summery feel. Accessorize with maritime-inspired accents such as anchor earrings, rope bracelets, and espadrille sandals. Let your large beach tote make a statement with its navy and white stripes or anchor motifs, adding a touch of seafaring flair to your ensemble.

3. Tropical Paradise Explorer

Transport yourself to a tropical paradise with a vibrant and playful beach look that celebrates bold colors and exotic prints. Opt for a brightly colored bikini or tropical print swimsuit paired with a breezy cover-up in a matching pattern. Add oversized sunglasses, a straw hat adorned with colorful flowers, and statement earrings featuring tropical motifs like palm leaves or pineapples. Your large beach tote becomes the perfect canvas for showcasing vibrant hues and playful designs, whether it's adorned with tropical florals, fruity prints, or tropical animal motifs. Don't forget to pack a fruity drink in a fun tumbler to complete the tropical vibe!

4. Coastal Casual Explorer

For a relaxed and laid-back beach day, embrace coastal casual style with a comfortable yet chic ensemble that transitions seamlessly from sand to street. Start with a simple white linen shirt paired with denim shorts or distressed jeans for an effortlessly cool look. Slip on a pair of slide sandals or espadrilles for easygoing comfort. Accessorize with a woven straw hat, shell necklace, and oversized sunglasses for added flair. Your large beach tote in natural materials like woven straw or canvas complements the coastal aesthetic perfectly, adding a touch of rustic charm to your ensemble.

5. Sunset Soiree Glamour

Transform your beach tote into a glamorous accessory fit for a sunset soiree by the shore. Opt for a flowing maxi dress in a bold color or shimmering metallic fabric that catches the light as the sun sets. Add statement jewelry such as chandelier earrings or a statement necklace to elevate your look. Slip into strappy sandals or wedges for added height and elegance. Your large beach tote becomes the perfect finishing touch, serving as a stylish carryall for your essentials while exuding effortless glamour with metallic accents, sequins, or embellishments.

In conclusion, your large beach tote is more than just a practical accessory—it's a versatile fashion staple that can elevate your beach day look in countless creative ways. Whether you're channeling boho chic, nautical charm, tropical vibes, coastal casual, or sunset glamour, there's a styling option to suit every seaside occasion. So, pack your tote, embrace your unique style, and prepare to make a splash at the beach with your fashionable ensemble.

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“Come on then!” The woman cries from above, her voice clattering down the canyon like an eagle in flight. Nebenai laughs, fingers gripping tighter to her precarious hold, shoulders burning as the healing sigils begin to heat the gouges on her fingertips and the pads of her palms. 

“I’m stuck!” She yells back, and the woman sighs, anchor chain clattering. Then, with easy grace, she kicks off her perch and falls, rope catching, creaking, swinging her out and down and past Nebenai’s position, inches from slamming into her and knocking them both off the cliff. She falls away, then swings back, ankles scraping against stone to come to a terrifying halt pressed against Nebenai’s side. 

“Hi.” Her grin is audible, breathless, the noonday sun is streaking around her head and casting her in painful silhouette. 

Nebenai rolls her narrowed eyes, her smile never faltering. “Oh shut up, help me out here.” 

One broad hand clamps down on the makeshift harness, the other on the rope above them both, and she begins to haul them both up the cliffside. Nebenai soon finds places to wedge her feet and push, helping direct their climb until eventually, gasping and laughing, they spill over the top of the cliff and splay out in the sunlight. 

Beneath them, so far as to be tinted blue by the distance, spreads the valley they just spent the day traversing. Behind a hill, a curl of smoke rises from the camp, tracing upwards into the air like an inkbrush on paper. 

Finally, Nebenai pushes herself up on her elbows, throwing one hand out to block the sun. The woman is already upright, perched above the precipice like a church gargoyle, arms spread wide to balance. Her fingers play in the wind like feathers, or autumn leaves. 

Nebenai reaches out with one foot to tap the woman’s ankle. “You know, you’re going to be the death of me one day.” 

The woman’s laugh is like bourbon, like a dagger, like a swallowed torch. It sounds like it hurt going down. “Please, give me some credit. I already am.”