#buzzing with happiness to the point it consumed me

[johnnyvalance]

uhh scared to say this but i want to remind everyone to take care of themselves. its natural to be upset that actors are leaving the show but at the end of the day you don’t know these people and you should not be so upset affects you physically or affects your mental health, makes you anxious or stressed etc this should not consume your life it is actually not good for you at all and it might be a sign you need to take a step back and prioritize yourself

[daisynik7]

I want to be with you everywhere

“You really didn’t have to walk me back,” you say, staring down at your feet, slow steps across the wet pavement, not at all minding the puddles.

Nanami’s beside you, umbrella tucked between his ribcage and bicep, hands inside his pockets. “It might rain again,” he replies, gaze also focused on the ground below you, a stray strand of his blond bangs falling across his forehead. The aftermath of happy hour is evident amongst the two of you, from the slight blush tinted on his cheeks to the buzz tingling along your hot skin. Though you’re not entirely sure if it’s from the alcohol or from being in such close proximity with the man you’ve fallen for. Maybe it’s both.

Your coworker has always been a gentleman around the office, but recently, you can’t help but wonder if he’s any different towards you versus someone like Mari in Accounting or Hana in HR. It seems that any chance he gets, he chooses to be with you in some shape or form. Working on a project together, volunteering to help you search for archived files in the warehouse, inviting you to lunch with him and only him. It could be wishful thinking on your end, or it could mean something. Whatever it is, you’re not complaining, enjoying his company way more than a normal coworker should.

There’s a comfortable silence as you continue your stroll, his elbow brushing yours with every stride. You like this about him, how he doesn’t force a conversation just to fill the void. Sometimes the silence is more telling than words themselves. It gives you the chance to secretly study his mannerisms, the ones you’ve memorized and buried inside your mind like hidden treasure. How his lips twitch just barely to tease that smile of his. The cadence of his steps, not too fast, not too slow. You’ve learned to recognize his gait just by the sound of it from hearing it so often in the office. At this point, it’s almost soothing, like the steady rhythm of a heartbeat.

But not yours in this moment, because it’s currently racing. Your confession lingers on the tip of your tongue. You chalk it up to the liquor you consumed more than two hours ago, plenty of time for you to sober up. Still, you blame it on that, because if it goes wrong, then at least you have that to fall back on. A momentary lapse of judgement and not at all a humiliating misunderstanding, right?

Before you can speak, the rain interrupts you, almost as if someone watching from above is determined to save you from impending doom. Nanami looks up, then at you, grinning. “See?” He opens the umbrella, holding it tight in his hand, hovering over your side more than his. “Good thing I’m with you.”

His unprotected shoulder starts getting dotted with wet spots from the drizzle. You close the distance between you, huddling nearer to him. Without thinking, you grab the handle, grip right below his, steadying the umbrella to cover the two of you completely. “You’re right,” you smile softly, still avoiding his eyes. “I’m happy to be with you.”

The confession can wait a little while longer. For now, this is more than enough.

Author's Note: Was listening to this song all day today and it just makes me feel like falling in love, idk 🩶 Divider credit to @/cafekitsune. Part 2 here.

[milliesfishes]

First of all, I love your fics🙌🏻

I recently imagined a scenario where Coriolanus and the reader got into an argument at an important event due to the reader feeling like he doesn’t understand nor truly listen to her. He then proves her point by sort of disregarding her stress from being his wife, so she ends up leaving the event without telling him and he later comes home irritated until he finds her in their room having a panic attack.

a year ago this movie dropped and did some brain things to me 🎀happy one year TBOSAS 🫶🫶

౨ৎ꣑ৎyou and coryo have a fight at an event౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x coriolanus snow

The party was nothing but noise.

An endless cacophony of champagne glasses clinking and the irritating vocal cadence of the Capitolites surrounding you chipped away at your ears. Readjusting your hand in the crook of Coriolanus' arm, you bit the side of your cheek and tried to find a happy medium. The noise wasn't helping the tightness in your chest, and you unknowingly squeezed your husband's elbow, trying to take deep breaths.

"Darling?" You looked up when Coriolanus addressed you. He was looking down at where your hand was gripping him.

You released a breath, letting go, your hand falling at your side. It was the third event this week, and you were quickly becoming weary. The same conversation, the same people, only the parties had different names. Even while you were dressing tonight, hardly bothering to make an effort, you could feel how sluggish your movements were. Coriolanus hadn't helped matters, poking his head into your room and harshly telling you to hurry.

He had been impatient as of late, extra stress from work likely piling up and causing it. You kept your distance whenever he got like this usually, but with all your obligations this week, it had been difficult to. You did your best to keep yourself demure, make things as easy as possible, but the difficulties of that hadn't been anticipated. It was easy to forget how draining Capitol society was, how hard it was to keep a smile on your face and pretend everything was fine.

The First Lady had to be perfect. Of course, nobody had said this explicitly to you, but it'd been heavily implied through the barrage of routines explained to you upon Coriolanus' election. You were happy for him- this was everything he'd worked for. But you hadn't anticipated the stress of being the woman at his side.

Tabloids criticized you infinitely more, from your clothing to your smile. The wives of the other politicians were kind in theory, but whispered behind your back, not bothering to wait until you were out of earshot to do so. And you could imagine what the men were saying, having caught a lewd comment or two in passing. And Coriolanus...

He was normally doting. Sweet, even. But lately it'd been rare he came to sleep beside you or speak to you at all. If you poked your head into his office and tried to distract him, he'd merely press a kiss to your forehead and shoo you away. You spent hours alone, trying to read or do something, but it was nearly fruitless. You didn't have any friends to go out with, since the other women in your social class had made clear their feelings towards you. The weeks had been empty, and now suddenly he needed you. For appearances.

Staring at the wall while Coriolanus spoke to one of his colleagues, you could feel the numbness consume you. How much more of this could you take? How many more heartless events, critical comments?

Your heartbeat was the only thing you could hear now, the buzz of the party only driving it to patter faster. Beside you, Coriolanus was saying your name, but you couldn't focus right now. Blurry vision, quickening breath...

Tearing yourself away, your heels clicked as you hurried out into the hallway, pushing past other guests and ignoring their tittering. Everything was too loud, too fast, and the fist squeezing in your chest was nearly suffocating.

In the echoey space of the hallway, you took great, heaving breaths, the sounds of the party muffled. Setting a hand over your heart, you willed it to slow down, mind already obsessing over the spectacle you'd surely made on your way out here. Begging yourself to calm, you felt your knees shake.

Footsteps sounded behind you, and you turned to see Coriolanus standing there, expression firm. Tilting your head back against the wall, you closed your eyes, not in any state for whatever he was about to say.

"You need to come back in," he said, and you heard him come closer, shiny shoes on tile.

"I can't," you breathed, hand on your chest flattening. "I-"

"It wasn't a question." You opened your eyes, taking in his cold eyes and clenched jaw. Coriolanus reached out, clasping your wrist. "You've already got people talking about the way you ran out here. Now come with me."

"No!" you burst out, tanking yourself away. He paused, looking at you in disbelief. Freezing under his stare, you cast your gaze to the floor. "I can't do it. It's too much-"

"What is?"

You swallowed, daring to meet his eyes. "All of it...I...all these events and keeping up appearances..."

"You live in comfort," he interjected, blue eyes boring into you. "I've given you everything you could want and all you have to do is stand by my side."

"It's so much more than that," you whispered, and he lifted his chin.

"Tell me then," he said coldly.

He wasn't going to listen. Even if you poured your heart out right here in the hallway, he wasn't in any place to hear what you were saying. So you just stared at him, eyes filling with tears.

"That's what I thought." Adjusting the cuffs of his suit jacket, he firmly said, "I'll give you a few minutes to collect yourself. And then I expect you to join me back inside." You shut your eyes as you walked away, not caring if he saw the tears start to run down your cheeks.

Eyes glued to the door after he closed it, you knew one thing for certain. There was no way you were going back into that party.

Twenty minutes later found you at home, pacing back and forth across the length of your room. You hadn't bothered to tell Coriolanus that you'd left, only sending the driver back for him. One way or another, he would be informed.

Shakily, you dropped to your knees, clasping the post of your bed and willing yourself to calm down. The pressure of the past few weeks had finally caught up to you, it seemed. Your body slumped against the bed as you cried, chest heaving. The post was the only stable thing in your storm, and you clung to it like a lifeline, the skirt of your pretty pink dress spread around you. On the car ride home, you'd ripped your hair from the updo you'd constructed halfheartedly at the beginning of the night, and now it cascaded over your back messily.

It felt like hours that you sat there, tears pouring from your eyes, the fist in your chest feeling more like a rock now. You sniffled and tried to breathe, but distress kept crashing over you like a wave. Every time you thought you had a firm hold on your emotions again, they shattered, leaving you back where you started.

Surely your makeup was ruined by now, and your skirt was probably wrinkled beyond belief from your crouching position. Kicking your heels away, you found little satisfaction in the clatter it made. Sinking your face into the bed, you let your arms fold around your head. Maybe you would fall asleep like this. You had the brief thought to get out of your dress, but your legs felt too weak. No, better to stay here and rest. It would be better tomorrow; it had to be.

You could have sworn you heard a knock on your door, but you ignored it. If it was your maid, she wouldn't enter without your call. The door opened, and your breath became shaky again. Lifting your head and steadying a hand over your heart, you whispered, "I'm fine. Just leave me be."

The hand that touched your back didn't belong to your maid. You could smell roses, and it calmed you some, your shoulders slumping as the hand soothed up and down your back. "Darling..."

Giving a little sob, you whipped around, burying your face in Coriolanus' chest. He held fast to you, palm at your crown, other arm around your waist. You felt yourself calm, quicker than you would have imagined. For hours now you'd been trying to do so, and he'd managed it in seconds.

There had only been a few times before that you'd let yourself get emotional in front of him, trying to maintain the perfect image he craved beside his own. You always kept a smile on your face, always had a sweet word for him. But tonight, you'd grown tired and completely lost control over your mask. It had slipped and broken, and now he was soothing what was underneath.

"What happened, sweetheart?" he murmured, hand stroking over your hair. You sniffled, hand finding the collar of his shirt. When you lifted your head, risking a look into his eyes, he nodded once, lifting your fingers from his shirt and pressing a kiss to them. "Okay, okay."

Sitting you up against the bed, he surveyed you, something close to sympathy in his eyes. Then, in a quiet voice, he murmured, "Let's get out of your dress."

"No," you whimpered, reaching for him again.

Coriolanus sighed, getting to his feet and disappearing into the closet. He returned holding your favorite silky nightdress, a short, silky pink thing that matched the dress you had on currently. You let him lift you to sit on the mattress and unzip your dress, shifting so he could get it off and drape it over a nearby chair. "Lift your arms." You did so begrudgingly, and he slipped your nightdress over your head, straightening it out by your waist.

"Just lay down," he soothed, guiding you to lay down and pulling the covers over you. "We can talk about it in the morning. I promise." Already drifting off, you nodded, lifting a heavy arm and extending it to him.

He watched you fondly, hand over your thigh and rubbing gently. You mumbled, "Stay?" and he only hesitated a second before nodding.

As he undressed, you closed your eyes, feeling as though you were in a bubble. The second he'd put his arms around you, all the hurt from the past while became background noise. You had much you wanted to say to him, but it could wait until tomorrow.

Climbing into bed behind you, Coriolanus' arms wound around your waist, drawing you back into him and laying a kiss to your head. He whispered, "Go to sleep, darling. You can sleep."

As you were claimed by sleep, you heard him whisper, "I'm sorry for what I said." Reaching down, you squeezed his hand, and he pressed a fresh kiss to your hair.

You slept better that night than you had in weeks.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Seeing Stars 3

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Summary: You struggle to be star struck by the world’s most famous super soldiers. (grumpy!short!reader)

Note: Guess this is happening.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

"I can't believe you won," Bonita chimes. 

"Uh, yeah, I told you to just claim the prize," you mutter. 

"And I told you," she pulls you off the subway, "it has to be the ticket holder." 

"Right. You could say you're me." 

"Didn't you read the email?" She huffs as you drag your feet behind her. You hate Manhattan. 

"I skimmed." 

"They have to check ID at the door. As your plus one, I had to submit a bunch of stuff. Didn't you?" She hooks her arm through yours as she urges you through the New York rush. 

You grumble. It's like the universe is laughing in your face. Or hers. It should've been her prize. She's the one who likes all that stuff. As much as you don't want to spit in her face, you're not very happy to spend a rare day off somewhere you don't want to be. 

You're a good friend. That's why you're doing this. That's it. You'll get through it for her. In spite of her. 

You find her waiting where she promised. She's taking selfies right outside the doors of Stark Tower, unbothered by those passing by. You nudge her and hiss, "you're in the way." 

"About time. You're almost late." She lowers her phone and bats her fake eye lashes at her. Oh, she went all out. You thought the sweater and jeans was a fine choice. 

"Almost, but I'm not," you chirp. 

"Lighten up! This is going to be the greatest days of our lives," she squeals and claps, sending her phone to the ground. You let a sigh out quietly. She's so happy. You'll keep the snide remarks to yourself. 

You bend to pick up her phone and hand it over. She snatches it and giggles, "I wonder if I could livestream the tour." 

"Just... enjoy it," you utter. You don't need her holding up her phone like a tourist. No shame, you swear. 

"Woah, hey," you stumble as someone clamours into you. "Sorry, I didn't see you there. Guess I should've looked down." 

The man's hands cling to your arms as he keeps you on your feet. You pull away and spin to face him. Bonita makes an inhuman noise. 

It's him. Steve Rogers. Again. 

"You guys lost?" He asks. 

You look at Bonita. She vibrates with excitement, "um, we won! Er. Oh! We're here because we won the tour and you're supposed to be there and all the others and--" 

"Ha, yes, I am running behind." He says, “uh, I guess you can come in with me.” 

“Oh wow,” Bonita exclaims. “Thanks so much, Captain. I mean Mr. Rogers. No. Er...” 

“Steve’s fine,” he chuckles. “So, you two were at the convention?” 

“Yes, we got a photo,” she affirms. 

He opens the door and waves you ahead of him. You wait for Bonita to take the lead. You reluctantly follow as Steve tails you. 

“I thought you were familiar.” 

“Oh, no, you must meet so many people,” Bonita slows so that he can catch up and you sidle around them, happy enough to take the rear. 

“Eh, yeah, it can get a bit much.” 

“Sounds miserable,” you mutter, then cringe as you remember his super hearing. Oops. 

“I’m sure the rest are waiting,” he stops at a door and puts in a number on the keypad. It flashes red and buzzes. “Ugh, I always forget.” Instead, he moves to look into the dark lens higher up. An ultraviolet flare runs over his eye and the door unlocks. “I can doing that.” 

He opens the door again, a gentleman straight out of the 40s. Once more, you are stuck between the two of them. He points you down the hall to a private elevator. You get on. 

You bob impatiently as Bonita inserts herself between you and Steve. You stare at the reflective doors and let your vision blur. 

“So, um, is the shield here?” She asks. “Not to be lame or anything.” 

“Oh, sure, maybe you could see some of the prototype suits? I think there’s still a few hanging around,” Steve answers. 

“That’s so cool,” she chimes. 

You struggle not to roll your eyes. Instead, you focus and find another pair observing you in the mirrored surface before you. You quickly glance away from Steve’s gaze. 

Finally, your floor comes. You assume since the doors ding and Steve steps ahead of you. You follow him out into a spacious room. You can tell by the windows alone that it’s the very top of tower. 

“There you are, Capsicle,” someone calls over. 

You turn in the direction of the voice as Bonita grabs your arm and points at the dark-haired man. You know who he is. He’s on too many magazine covers and blogs not to. Tony Stark. He stands amid the group of his fellow avengers. 

“I found our lucky winners,” Steve says. 

“Bonita, and er, well, she won,” she pokes you as she introduces you. “Erm, we’re super excited.” 

You stare dully. You want to lie, for her. You do your best; a nod. 

“I remember you two,” Bucky’s voice surprises you. It’s only then you notice him sitting away from the rest of them, lazily flipping a knife. “You had a photo.” 

“Yes, that’s us!” Bonita blusters. 

“Well, ladies, welcome to the tower, these are the big boys... and girls.” Stark steps in front of the rest, “you’ve met Steverino here, and apparently his sidekick, The Raven.” Bucky scoffs as he stands and sheaths the knife. “Not to be cocky but I assume you know the rest of us.” 

“I do!” Bonita declares, “but er...” she looks at you. You half-nod and half-shrug. “It’s Tony Stark!” 

“I know that.” 

“Who doesn’t?” He winks. 

You grumble and his chin tilts slightly in affront. 

“That’s Thor! And Black Widow and Scarlet Witch, and Vision, and Hawkeye, and Hulk...” she goes down the list as you lose track and a little bit of interest. It’s your turn in Scrabble, you feel the notification buzz in your pocket. 

“What? Were you caught in the ice with this one?” Stark jabs Steve with a snicker. “You don’t know the world’s greatest heroes?” 

You stare back at him. “Nice tower, I guess.” 

“Ice cold,” he whistles, “I’ll leave this one to you, Vis. She’s about your speed,” he turns and struts away. 

“It’s your tour,” the woman with the short red bob says; the widow? 

“Contractual obligation but far from my idea,” he counters. “Hey, Banner, how about you take the lead. PhD or whatnot, I’m sure you give a hell of a lecture.” 

“We can go.” You offer and Bonita elbows you. 

“Don’t listen to him,” Steve insists, “we’re all going on the tour. Right, Tony?” 

“Hm, let me grab a whiskey first.” 

[thetxtdevil]

hi hi kween

just read "getting caught" and hgdtykbc omg 😮‍💨 your writing is gonna kill me someday (pls never stop 🛐🛐)

could you now pls write the reader getting caught by the boys???? any way you prefer

thank you thank you thank you 😘

--nsfw--

Yeonjun

You finally did it, you finally got a vibrater. Pink and bendy you switch the settings feeling the buzz tingling your hand. You smile to yourself excited to start using it soon, but how soon is too soon? Looking at the time you debate, Yeonjun is coming home in an hour would that be enough time or is it possible to wait it out until later. Entranced by the smooth texture of the toy and the low vibrations you could feel your groin burning for something. Maybe a quick session won't hurt. Slipping your bottoms off and lifting your shirt, you start rolling pinching your nipples getting yourself excited. Turning the toy on at the lowest setting then dipping it into your folds lifting it up to barely touch your clit. What was supposed to be a few minutes became an hour. Yeonjun open your door to greet you only to be greeted by you fucking yourself. The sight alone was enough for him to get hard. He notices your wrists cramping, aw poor baby needs help. The dip of the bed and a soft caress of your thigh brought your attention seeing the man's quirked eyebrows above his lustful gaze.

Soobin

Your damn computer lost energy from the hours of use now you're sneaking into Soobin's room to get his laptop in desperate need to finish a level of your game. Lifting up the screen you look throughout the desktop trying to find the game's icon. You then notice a folder titled 'secret' what?? is this his secret diary. You felt like a teenage girl feeling giddy looking into a private matter and went ahead and clicked on it listing 'video1', 'video2', and so on. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, what videos could possibly be secret. The mouse turns into a hand pointing at 'video1' a new page pops up instantly fading into a sexual scene that made your heart drop. A man on top of a women who was spread eagle getting the eat out of her lifetime. The camera focuses on the women's pussy clearly intended for the male gaze but you couldn't stop watching how the man flicks his tongue. So invested in the movie you didn't notice your hand brushing up your thigh then to your cunt nor did you notice Soobin behind you watching in terror. But all embarrassment was pushed aside when he hears you groan at the new position on the screen, Soobin notes that he should try the same exact mating press on you.

Beomgyu

"Uhhh yes, shit" Beomgyu hears you while walking past your bedroom door. He smirks thinking of what fun you must be having. Wait, you're having fun? With someone else? His mouth turns downward, guilt building up in his stomach from the curiosity consuming him. His hand slowly turns the door knob cracking the door open. Who can possibly be with you right now when it should be him. Like a brick hitting his head, he instantly felt dizzy seeing your pretty legs wide open and your dainty little fingers caressing, circling your clit along with your very wet folds. Drooling, hunger rushed through his body then into his dick. At least you weren’t giving yourself to someone else, "B-beomgyu s'good" shit now he has a choice to make, to watch or to join

Taehyun

Your boyfriend is gone on a tour with his band and you're at home feeling needy. You two call each other often no matter of the time difference. One night horniness takes over you, wearing nothing but Taehyun's favorite lacy panties you own to bed after a very steamy shower. A familiar tune lights up your ears looking over to see your phone showing Tae's face indicating he was calling. Quickly answering the call you lay down on the bed, grasping every syllable Taehyun speaks. You felt warm, happy to hear his voice, lost in the raspy tone you let your hand travel down to tease your free nipple then to the material covering your cunt. You hum to make it seem like you're listening. Fingers dipping into your wetness you imagine your boyfriend being with you, above you. Without your knowledge your lewd wet sound traveled through your speaker right into Tae's ears making the man smirk. Still humming and sighing through the phone answering to nothing but complete silence. "Are you touching yourself, love?" the man asks breaking the silence.

Huening Kai

You were feeling bad, really really bad for the way you're looking at the plushie Kai gave you. Kai noticed how much you adored the cute grey penguin every time you visited so he gave it to you. Overly thankful you cherished it, yes the plushie was cute but it smelt like Kai, the soft warm feeling it gave felt like Kai. Now you're horny and you want to tarnish its innocence. Ugh this is dirty and crud. Kneeling on the bed, knees far apart, your hand slides down to your already drenched cunt grinding against your hand. You groan at the electric feeling wanting more. Pleasure fills your stomach getting desperate you lean your head down on Kai's plushie. Breathing in the musky scent of Kai that still lingers your fingers fuck you from behind. "Hey, y/n I have a question-" Kai bursts through your door stopping in his tracks when he notices your ass out and fingers deep in your hole. What can a poor man do when he sees his crush in all her glory and face deep in his favorite penguin plushie? He watches...

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

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[andromeda-sapphire]

Pro tip for getting to know your local native wildlife as a Hellenic polytheist!!

🌿🌸🌹🌷🌼🪻🐝🐍🐙🦀🦭🪼🦦🐬🦆🦌🦉🦇

I was just messing around with an app I just downloaded, called iNat Next, developed by iNaturalist. (Super cool app, definitely recommend!)

When you enable your location, it shows you a bunch of native species (plants and animals!) local to your area. I was browsing through the native species in my area, and came across coyote brush. This is one of the first plants I learned to identify in summer camp as a kid, and it always makes me happy to see it because it reminds me of my childhood and hiking in the mountains in California.

And one of the things I noticed is that the scientific name is Baccharis pilularis. The genus name, Baccharis, comes from Bacchus, the Roman god (aka the Greek god Dionysus). It kind of hit me, like, oh, DUH…

✨ Scientific names for wildlife come from Latin mostly, and some of them include Greek roots. ✨

I couldn’t find any “official” reasoning for this “Bacchus” naming choice for this genus. But the more I thought about it, there are a few reasons that make sense to me. (Keep in mind that the Baccharis genus is massive and I am not an expert in plants so I can’t speak for all of the species in this genus, I’m just going off what I know about coyote brush!)

Coyote brush smells ✨suuuuper✨ strong. In a really beautiful earthy way. I love the smell of it. Whenever I see it along trails, I will rub my fingers against the leaves and inhale the scent because it is just so delicious!! I would even call the smell “intoxicating” in a way.

Jumping off that intoxication note, coyote brush is moderately toxic. To animals mostly, but can also cause stomach issues with humans. It’s not necessarily “poisonous” but can cause irritation and shouldn’t be consumed.

This is my main reason for seeing a connection however: This genus is generally known to be a great source of nectar for pollinators. When coyote brush is in bloom in the fall, bees and other pollinators swarm to it like crazy. Like when you’re walking by, you hear the buzzing way before you see the plant or the pollinators. It totally resembles a festival similar to Bacchanalia or other Dionysian celebrations, involving music and wine and feasting and, of course, sensuality and mating. The scene of a coyote brush plant in full bloom contains basically all of these elements - bees and other pollinators (btw, bees you see outside of a hive are most likely female, similar to the female followers of Dionysus known as Maenads) getting drunk off nectar, in a frenzied feast, buzzing loudly (“music”), and assisting in the plant’s reproductive cycle. The coyote brush is sticky (this is year-round, the leaves and stems contain oils that make it feel sticky, but it is even more so when it’s in bloom), it looks like it’s just oozing “honey” or “nectar” or whatever you wanna call it. Which also reminded me of the thyrsus (the staff Dionysus is often depicted with) because it contains plant elements like vines and pine cones (a seed) and sometimes is described as “dripping with honey” (according to Euripides in the Bacchae). Pollinators swarm to the plant and it becomes this huge loud frenzy of insects getting drunk on the nectar. (I’ve included a video link below just as an example)

Anyway, my point here is that you should pay attention to the scientific names of plants and animals!!!

Latin and Greek roots can give you hints to associations with deities, that you might not have considered otherwise because these species may not have been native to the Mediterranean at all.

I would’ve never associated coyote brush with Dionysus until I took the time to find those connections. I’m definitely going to be adding coyote brush to my list of UPG correspondences for Dionysus now!!

Thank you for coming to my TED talk. 🙏🏻✨

[ronearoundblindly]

I love rereading your 'Who Would...' series for a quick fix of characters who don't get as much attention. The line about Mace being the in love with his best friend type makes me squee every time. Any chance this might ever get expanded on?

Came from this Who Would answer, but I think this would be so different than best friend!Ari from Bedrock and Blueprints (both because I want it to be and for personality reasons, though they both have the excuse of military/NASA missions taking them away for long periods). It's not long, only *thoughts.*

Warning for language. Sorry, I'm too tired to censor myself. I curse like a sailor IRL. My bad.

So.

Mace--never to be referred to as 'James,' 'Jim,' or 'Jimmy'--has known he's in love with you for a very long time. There were several times he almost told you (or did tell you but you interpreted his declaration as friendly so he went with it), and he rarely tries now.

He absolutely told you one time you were both drunk; you didn't remember. He nearly blurted it out when you two were at a mutual friend's wedding, but he wasn't your +1. He came so fucking close to telling you when that one guy broke your heart and Mace found you crying in a parking lot. But that would have been about him, for him, not you.

Instead, he simply pokes holes in other men's behavior towards you. Everybody is too aloof or too intense, they all seem to bully you into feeling imperfect somehow, or each one blows you off in a way you never noticed...until Mace points it out. Gosh, you really don't have the best luck when it comes to guys, so thank goodness you have Mace!

He waits, letting his hair grow long, solely because you like to buzz his head, and that in turn, gives him nearly a half hour of you touching him. Mace hasn't paid for a haircut since three months after you two met. It's a ritual you love but have zero clue how much he loves it, too. You think he likes that it saves money. He is so practical after all. He's literally fallen asleep smiling about the time his hair was long enough you held a chunk between your lip and nose to fake a mustache. Mace is a fucking goner, y'all.

Um, there was one time that you pulled him into a hug, which isn't unusual but the fact that you grabbed his dog tags to bring him closer really fucking wrecked him for maybe a solid day and night? He's not exactly well, okay? Mace isn't at all a stalking type; he's not doing any of this to maneuver you into a path of picking him. He just needs you to be safe and happy and...ya know, look at him, talk to him, smile at him...

The thing about this working for so long is that Mace is soooo fucking practical. He doesn't get distracted from work by pining for you. He isn't daydreaming for hours. He's not longing for more when he's with you. He just would not say no to more at any given second. Mace is a PRO compartmentalizer. He can actually shutdown his personality in order to get a job done; he's that good. He is professional and courteous, and that makes him seem indifferent to romance for the most part.

He buys you treats and coffee (or tea) whenever he's getting something for himself. He does this thing where he stares you down in order to 'guess' what you're in the mood for, and damn it if he isn't almost always fucking right. Man can read you as easily as a picture book.

You know the absolute dumbest thing about this relationship???

Nobody ever had a big confession.

You two went to a movie, like you've done hundreds of times before by that point, and afterwards it was cold and dark walking home. You forgot gloves, and so Mace just held your hand out of necessity. He was hungry so you two ducked into a hole-in-the-wall restaurant where there were flower vases and candles on the table. You two kept talking, like normal, like you two always can so comfortably. No alcohol was consumed, but when Mace left you at your door, instead of kissing your cheek, he kissed your lips quickly, gently, like it was nothing new.

"Goodnight, sweetheart. Call you in the morning."

And when he called, he floated the idea of art exhibition down the street for his place. And while there, your hands were joined about 70% of the time. And when you made a really good, insightful joke, Mace turned to you with a big grin on his face, saying "that's my girl."

Weird part is that no feelings changed in between the time you were not-together and together. They weren't uncovered like they were ever hidden from view. The love between you could be seen all along, one way or another, but finally, after too long, you two actually got to experience it.

Ohhhhhh shit. New blorbo: activated.

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[flippinpancakes64]

cullens with a drunk reader??

The Cullens with a Drunk Reader

Thank you for requesting and hopefully you like this!

Also quick disclaimer I have never been drunk before so this is just gonna be based on what I've seen in like movies or TV shows

Please tell me if I got something wrong <3

Edward:

He thinks you are hilarious

Whether you're a happy drunk, an angry drunk, or a sad drunk, he loves it all

When he hears your thoughts normally, he can hear all these things that you never say

Well when you're drunk it just sort of all comes out

Is more than happy to help you walk somewhere, get you more to drink, and hold your hair back (if it's long enough)

Eventually though he'll put a stop to it

If it gets to the point where he can't hear any more of your thoughts and knows that you are on the verge of blacking out, he is putting an end to the night

Will hold you close the rest of the night

And he is at your beck and call when you wake up the next morning

Alice:

Again, she thinks you're so funny

Every time that you trip, stumble, or slur your words she is laughing her ass off

Loves listening to whatever you have to say

She would love to take you places or have you try to do stuff

Of course, she wouldn't let you get hurt

But she would find endless amusement out of seeing you fall on the stairs

She's not one to stop your drinking

She has been able to see your future for the whole night

She sees that you are still gonna wake up with a hangover whether you have 5 or 10 drinks

So she just lets you have your fun

Again is preparing stuff for you in the morning though

Jasper:

He gets just a little annoyed

Don't get him wrong he thinks you're amusing

But his idea of a fun Saturday night isn't making sure you don't break something or hurt yourself

So he mostly limits you to one room of the house + an activity

One time he got you to sit still for three hours while you were drunk just coloring in some old coloring book he found laying around

His favorite is karaoke night though

Will put a random sing-along song on the TV and watch you sing for hours

He'll stop you after a while though

With just a simple "okay enough fun go to bed"

Has something made for you to eat when you wake up

Rosalie:

Ok I have some thoughts about this one

We all know her backstory

A group of drunk men + her fiance violently and brutally SA'd her and killed her

So I don't think she would be too fond of alcohol

So you drinking around her would bring up those old memories

She tries not to take it out on you, though

Mostly would just leave the house

She'd be back in the morning though

If you drink excessively though, she would get angry and yell at you about it

But every once in a while she understands

Just don't drink around her

At least not for a while

Emmett:

He loves it

He just finds it so funny

He can tease you endlessly and if you're too drunk all you'll be able to reply with is some slurred nonsense

He's an enabler though

Will challenge you to beer pong and other drinking games

Half of the drinks you take are from him

It's not that he means to get you blackout, it's just that he's having fun and forgets that you can't consume endless amounts of alcohol

He won't put a limit on you though

He would only notice that you need to stop if you pass out of throw up

And then he's in panic recovery mode

Is a little embarrassed and concerned the next morning that he let you get that out of hand

He repeats the cycle though

Esme:

I feel like she'd be a wine girly

Or like a brunch mimosa kinda girl

If she was alive, that is

I feel like that was her when she was alive, anyway

She wouldn't know what to do with someone who is fully drunk

Her past experiences have only been with people who were a little buzzed

She does think you're amusing though

But she'll be a lot more hover-y

Won't let you go anywhere on your own

You are in bed by 12 at the latest

You wake up to a feast and every single headache pill the local pharmacy had

Carlisle:

He's a little more concerned

He has people come into the clinic for alcohol related injuries (overconsumption, drunk driving, various accidents while intoxicated, etc.)

He knows the damage it can cause

Also if you are younger than 21 good try he is not letting you drink

But other than that he is a mama bear

Watching you very closely

Literally counting the ounces of alcohol you have to make sure you stay under a healthy limit

And don't even think about leaving the house

He's a bit too worried to find your shenanigans funny

But that's okay

He makes up for it by being there for you

Bella Swan:

Another one who is just amused

She never got out much

She regrets never having drank alcohol while it could still affect her

Unfortunately that means she does live a little vicariously through you

Is playing bartender and giving you everything she makes

They're pretty bad

But you still drink them

Doesn't realize she's given you too much until you literally fall to the floor and pass out

Then she's like "oh shit"

Doesn't really know what to do though

So she has Carlisle take care of you

Apologizes profusely the next morning

Would still do it again though

[xazse]

Hihihihihii!!! Just saw ur post so deciding to req (sort of ??????) for the first time!!

If your comfortable, could you write dom!scara x bratty fem!reader where reader was just being a stupid lil brat and scara decides to punish them. IF COMFORTABLE, could u also add some sex toys or spanking

Tyyyy! <3 your writing ><

Dom!Scaramouche x Fem!Reader

Notes: sorry it’s so short, I didn’t know if you wanted penetration or not so I excluded it, I’m so happy you enjoy my writing, btw if see this before anyone else lmk if you want me to add penetration. <333

Pairings: Dom!Scaramouche x Fem!Reader

Tags: Overstimulation, edging, spanking, use of vibrator, a little short sorry!

You had been in this position for at least an hour, your pretty white panties on display for Scaramouche to see, oh and he reveled in it, your embarrassment as he had bent you over on all fours and had you arch whilst spreading your legs. He had found the need to tie your hands behind your back as well, you kept attempting to rub at your neglected clit every time in disobedience, and he just wouldn’t tolerate that.

You can’t see him from your position on the bed but you know he has that look, the look that screams disgust, like he’s training a mutt, and from his point of view he most likely is. You hear him rummage though what sounds like cardboard, and some other clunking sounds. Your cunt practically purring in anticipation for what he has in store for you. The next thing you feel is slim but long fingers pulling your panties to the side and Scara slipping something small on your clit, the tightness of your panties keeps said object from moving.

A vibrator, one you don’t recognize at that, curiosity consumes you, you open your mouth to talk but before you can get a word out, a harsh slap is delivered to your asscheek, a loud whine leaves your lips, not expecting that at all.

“No talking” he says outloud

“Kuni- you never stated rules” you drawl out

Another slap is delivered to the same cheek, now that makes you flinch, the sting in the area is already deciding to show itself. He presses on the vibrator seemingly adjusting it as he sees fit.

Then he moves around the room a little more before moving back into the position: standing behind you. The vibrator starts up making you jump, it’s at a slow setting but nonetheless it still has your hips moving slowly, nonetheless it still has you biting your lip and groaning lowly.

A few moments goes by with the soft buzzing of the vibration around the room, then he presses a button which cranks the vibrator up high, too high for you to automatically adjust to: your thighs close around it and you move erratically, mewling scaras name out loud like a mantra. You can hear his wicked cruel laugh from behind as you attempt to shift your body in any sort of way to give your cunt some type of release.

It feels so good, you don’t stifle your moans, freely being as loud as you want: just how he likes it, A hand comes across your ass again adding stimulation with the vibrator, Scara repeatedly slaps your ass and messes with the vibrator going from low to high to high to low over and over. Every time you so much as approach your high he quickly rips it away from you by completely turning off the vibrator.

The white fabric of your panties gives him a view of just how soaked you are, with how their sticking to your folds, scara decides in that moment of looking at your fucked out body that you both will be here for a couple of hours as he edges you until he sees you’ve corrected your behavior.

[blue-jisungs]

my dog really digs you (and so do i)

# author's note ... can we take a moment and appreciate the title bc im so proud of it:( also ugh i love gunil sm:((((((((((((((( i might make a pt 2 we'll see

# summary ... during a walk with your dog and your niece, your furry friend cant contain his excitement ... that way you (and him) make a new friend! :D

# word count ... 1609

you took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of flowers and freshly cut grass. the birds were chirping happily and occasionally a buzzing bee flew next to you. jiwon, your niece, was holding your free hand and babbling about flowers. and your dog, winnie, kept wiggling its honey-colored tail. 

walks with your dog always were your self-care time. you could relax, take your mind off things. with your golden retriever it was more often than not time and energy consuming but you enjoyed it. 

due to winnie’s massive amounts of energy and over friendly character, you sometimes struggled to keep him on leash in one place when there was another dog. because you were feeling a bit tired and sore today, you decided to go to a park that you’ve seen very little dog owners at.  

besides, you were with your niece. she was always excited - probably as excited as winnie when he heard the word ‘walk’ - to go out with him. but the combination of two of them always left you drained.

drifting away with your thoughts, you didn’t realize that there was - in fact - some dogs. 

winnie’s tail sped up upon seeing a possible friend. and jiwon’s words fell deaf on your ears, zoning out completely. 

before you could realize, there was a sudden and strong pull. winnie jolted forwards, pulling you with him. you yelped and tried to stop him upon seeing a poor, small, white dog about to be greeted. 

winnie approached the dog, stopping without a warning. the unforeseen stop of movement made you lose your balance and bump into the owner of the tiny dog.

gunil, who had his earphones in, and on top of that on full volume, only felt the impact of a body crushing on his. fortunately, he didn’t fall. he instinctively wrapped his hands around the person and helped them stand on stable ground. then, he quickly took off his earphones.

“godness, are you okay? what happened?” he asked, shocked. only then did he realize the cuteness of the stranger standing in front of him.

“i’m fine but i’m so, so sorry. my dog just gets too excited whenever he sees another dog and… you know, he pulled me” you laughed nervously, tugging the leash.

“it’s okay, don’t worry. are you hurt though?” the guy asked, big brown eyes sparkling with worry.

“no, i’m okay, seriously. are you?” you blinked. the exchange would have probably gone for an eternity if not your niece. 

“wah, your dog is so cute!” jiwon whined and kneeled next to the white ball of fur. “can i pet it?”

“of course, pooh doesn’t bite” he smiled widely and watched the girl’s small hand pet his dog softly. 

“pooh? its his name?” she asked, kneeling and tilting her head at the dog. the pet did the same. gunil nodded. “ah, auntie, that’s so cute! pooh and winnie!”

the man looked puzzled so you smiled and pointed at your dog, sniffling pooh.

“this troublemaker’s name is winnie” you grinned and saw the stranger’s face morph into shock and excitement.

“no way! what are the chances” he laughed, amused “winnie the pooh… winnie and pooh. now we only need a dog named the”

gunil instantly regretted the joke upon realizing how lame it was. but you snorted loudly, looking away.

“that was so…” you grunted teasingly.

“i know” he snickered, smile growing wider “oh, by the way, what’s your name?”

“i’m jiwon!” jiwon chimed in, giggling when pooh licked her hand. winnie started circling around the two of them, clearly not happy that his new friend was stealing his second favorite human’s attention. 

“she’s jiwon” you scoffed softly “i’m y/n”

what a pretty name, he thought.

“nice to meet you guys. i’m gunil” he said. before you could say anything else, jiwon squealed.

“winnie, pooh!” 

you looked at your pet and only saw a flash of golden and white in a flurry circling around you. the dogs started chasing each other, causing the leash to tie around your and gunil’s legs. it lead you to bump into gunil again. it was hard to stay in one place, you kept colliding your head with his chest. winnie was swinging his tail joyously and going back and forth, not helping the situation. the leash imprinted on your skin, the material tying you two closer and closer. 

finally the both of you lost balance and tripped, gunil softening your fall. you yelped, the leash falling out of your hands.

“i’m so, so sorry! i don’t know what’s gotten into him today! are you okay?” you asked, worried. you were laying atop of him, trying to get off but you only ended up straddling him. gunil’s black glasses almost fell off his nose.

but he was just laughing. the sound of his laughter was quite specific but so infectious you couldn’t help but start laughing as well.

“jiwon, could you… please…” you pointed at the leash, unable to form a coherent sentence. you rested your other hand on his chest, vibrating with him.

your niece slowly and awkwardly helped you out, setting you free from the bonds. 

“now i know how they feel” gunil scoffed and you finally moved to the ground, standing up. your butt hurt but you were sure he will have even more injuries. you reached your hand towards him and helped him get up. 

his hand was soft and calloused, you felt a couple of band aids on his fingers already. 

“sorry about that. i feel so bad, you just kept getting attacked by winnie… and, well, me” you giggled and dusted off his shoulders. his jeans also got dirty but you decided not to go that far. 

“it’s like that one 101 dalmatians scene!” jiwon cheered, threatening winnie with her finger “bad winnie, auntie and mr. gunil almost got seriously hurt”

you blushed, realizing the resemblance with the cartoon. gunil just smiled, sending you a look that was hard to decipher. he was cute though, you had to admit.

“you know what? are you free right now?” you blurted out suddenly, feeling the heat run to your cheeks. he nodded, grinning. “then do you want to grab some ice cream with us? i’ll pay, as a you know… apology”

“you don’t have to apologize” he shook his head and you felt a pang in your heart, freezing on spot. is that a no? ugh, that was so embarrassing– “but i’d love to go”

you blinked and it took you a moment to code that he agreed. 

“great. great! jiwon, do you want some ice cream?” you asked your niece, who was already skipping in excitement. 

“yeah! can we go to out regular spot! i love the blueberry ones! can i have two scoops? please, please, pleaseeeee” she whined, tugging your sleeve. gunil giggled at her cuteness.

“you can, of course! just… let’s keep that a secret from mom, huh?” you teased and ruffled her hair. winnie barked and then you kneeled to ruffle his head too. he licked your face “and you, little devil… what’s up with you today, huh? did you want to impress your new friend?”

gunil smiled and took pooh’s leash, reaching his hand to jiwon.

“do you wanna walk him?” he asked with a soft smile. the girl nodded and grabbed it. you stood up and started walking. gunil was next to you, jiwon and pooh in front leading the way.

“i think winnie liked you. but i hope, um, the fall didn’t make your injuries worse” you pointed at his hands. gunil looked at them and tsked.

“ah, don’t worry about those! i’m used to pain” he laughed “i’m a drummer, hurting my hands isn’t new to me”

“drummer? oh woah, that’s so cool!” you gasped. maybe you were hallucinating, maybe it was the weather but you thought you saw a faint blush creeping on his cheeks. gunil fixed his glasses and shot you a charming smile.

“yeah, me and my friends have a band but it’s just… a hobby” he grinned. 

you continued to chat throughout the whole way to the ice cream shop. when you got there, you asked gunil to hold winnie’s leash. 

“i’ll have two scops, one blueberry and one…” you stopped, letting jiwon decide. she stood on her tippy toes and peeked at the options. 

“i’ll take whatever gunil takes” she mumbled shyly and looked at him. gunil just grinned, realizing she dropped the ‘mr.’.

“hm… maybe strawberry” he said and jiwon nodded.

“okay so one blueberry and strawberry, one strawberry and…?” you looked at gunil. 

“one is fine” he smiled and started searching for his wallet to pay.

“okay, and then for me… pistachio” you hummed. the cashier gave you the price and you managed to pay before gunil realized. you turned around and met his shocked face.

“yah, y/n, seriously…” he scoffed, putting his hand over his heart “you just… really hurt my inner gentleman”

“you can pay another time when you two go on a date!” jiwon chirped, playing with pooh. 

both your and gunil’s faces matched the shade of strawberry ice cream.

“i guess she’s right though” he smirked. you were too flustered to reply and just sent him a small smile. 

one would think you’re already a couple or family of some sorts - two people that can’t tear their eyes off each other, two happy dogs and one cute girl. gunil’s heart melted, really enjoying this cozy setting. he definitely will ask you for your number later… and for sure will buy some snacks for winnie, who brought the opportunity for you two to meet. he really dug that.

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[animehideout]

LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL

PART TWO.

Read part 1 here.

Read part 3 here

Gojo Satoru x Fem! reader.

a/n: I hope you enjoy this part, in the next parts things will get more exciting and heated so stay updated..

warnings: At some point this story will contain SMUT parts.

words count: 1127.

You awoke to a pounding headache, your phone ringing none stop. You had trouble sleeping at night, the house was spacious and it felt really cold and empty.

"Shit, it's already 10 am," you muttered upon realizing the time.

Picking up the phone, you anticipated the caller is your nosy cousin.

"Morning," you greeted, met with her enthusiastic response. "Everything okay? Why'd you call?"

"Come on, spill! Did the curse break?" she asked.

With a sigh, you knew this was none of her fucking business.

"No. You know it takes time, right? It's gradual."

"Ah, how was it, then?" she inquired.

"How was what?" you raised an eyebrow, already prepared for her persistent questioning.

“Having sex with the famous Gojo Satoru?”

Your eyes widened, and your heart raced. Should you lie? He didn't touch you he hadn't even stayed the night.

"G-good," you lied, "Gotta go now," you added, ending the call with a flush on your face.

You'd always fantasized about your first time, picturing a softly lit bedroom, under the touch of your lover, while making love passionately. But, all those dreams shattered the moment you married Satoru. Neither of you had any intention in touching each other.

You stretched out of bed to prepare breakfast "Am I gonna live like this forever?”

•At Jujutsu High•

"Oh, Gojo-sensei! What brings you here?" asked Yuji.

"Huh? Teaching!" Gojo replied, putting his blindfold on.

"But you just got married," Yuji remarked.

Gojo patted Yuji's head and smiled, "Then who's going to teach my precious students if I'm not here?"

"Oh, about that, Principal Yaga said Mei Mei and Utahime-sensei will handle it."

"Hah? No!"

"Bothered, Gojo Satoru?" Mei Mei said in a seductive tone as she approached.

"Shouldn't you be next to your wife? Snuggling?" she teased.

"And let you teach my students? Oh no."

"Utahime, you're here! See, Gojo left his wife all alone in bed just to teach."

"I give it to you, Gojo. You're committed to teaching," joked Utahime.

"Satoru," said Principal Yaga, appearing in the classroom.

"Been on the phone with your wife," he added.

"Huh, why?" questioned Satoru.

"Well, you're a married couple, and teaching will consume all your time. So, she'll start teaching here as well, and both of you can spend time together," he explained.

Satoru froze but maintained a blank, poker face.

"She doesn't even have cursed energy. What do you expect her to teach? Rocket science?"

“Huh he doesn't want his wife here?” whispered Utahime.

“I mean you know both of them were forced into this, bet he didn't even fuck her” said Mei Mei in her usual amused tone.

"I know, but she's skilled in martial arts and weapon use. She'll excel at training your students."

"Did she accept your offer?" Satoru asked through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, she was happy about it. She said she'll be here in an hour."

“So should be we leave, since Gojo is here?” Asked Utahime.

“Leave? hah we've come all the way just to leave” Replied Mei Mei “also it's a great opportunity to meet your wife, Gojo.. and celebrate”

“Celebrate?” asked Megumi.

“Yeah your step mom will start working here, she deserves a good welcoming”

“Quite that Mei Mei, dont make a buzz out of it” said Gojo in an annoyed tone.

“come on, Gojo.. Don't spoil the fun.. don't you think your lovely wife is deserving of a celebration ”

• Time Skip •

Y/n's Pov

It was my first time at Jujutsu High, unlike my siblings, cousins, and now husband. I've always been at home, locked away because my family feared that curses might harm me and I won't be able to defend myself. So, I trained at home, learning martial arts and weapon use as my only means of self-defense.

Now, stepping in as a teacher, life indeed full of surprises.

End Of Pov

As you walked inside, someone snatched you into an empty corner.

"What the hell do you think you're doing y/n?" asked Gojo, placing his giant hand on your mouth.

You pushed it away, frowning "Huh?" you raised an eyebrow.

"You'll go to Principal Yaga now, apologize, and tell him that you changed your mind and rejected his offer."

"And who do you think you are to order me around?" you fought back.

"You have no business here, y/n. You're making this more complicated for both of us."

"So, you expect me to be locked in your house forever? Sleeping, eating, and looking out the window?"

"Yes, but not forever, its until you get rid of that curse, and then we'll divorce."

"You're insane. Get out of my way," you said, walking past him but he grabbed your forearm, pulling you closer, his face a few inches away from yours, you could feel his hot breath.

"You're making a mistake."

"Don't worry. I'm here to teach, not to chased after you" you spat back, freeing yourself and leaving him standing there.

....

..

“SURPRISE” everyone screamed their lungs out the moment you stepped into the school's common room.

New faces, you only recognized Principal Yaga's face since he was invited to your wedding.

“Hello y/n sensei!! I'm Itadori Yuji, This is Fushiguro and this is Kugisaki.. we'll be your students” he said in a cheerful tone, giving you a genuine contagious smile.

You smile back, “nice to meet you Itadori-kun” .

“Y/N” started Mei Mei “Congrats for this post, and congrats for your wedding as well” she smiled giving you a hug.

“we heard a lot about you” added Utahime hugging you as well.

Gojo finally joined you, silently leaning against the door frame, observing as you interacted with his students and collegues.

“GOJO!! this beauty deserves a honey moon, can't believe you. You know teaching can wait” Mocked Mei Mei trying to embarrass you.

“Yeah true, newly wed couples should have other things to do instead of teaching” Teased Utahime, trying to offend both of you.

As he began to speak, you cut him off, "Nah, don't worry about us. We already talked and decided to postpone our honeymoon," you said, smiling, fully aware of their intentions.

Gojo approached, wrapping his strong arms around you. "Yeah, y/n and I did talk things out," he stated, leaning in to whisper in your ear, "I'll let this slip once. Don't get comfortable, acting like a real wife."

"You're the one clinging to me right now by the way" you retorted, prompting him to move away.

"Do you see that, Utahime? Not even a spark of love or respect between them," smirked Mei Mei.

Gojo's Pov

Is that so, y/n? Trying to embarrass me and act like a real wife now. I'll need to put you in your place, and I think Utahime and Mei Mei might be useful this time...another woman will definitely push you away.

End of Pov

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[ghoulsbounty]

Okay! Boyd Crowder request pretty please. How about some short headcanons/ thoughts about reader wearing one of his shirts. You know those ones from S2 and 3? Like it’s a warm day and reader shows up to Johnny’s bar in some denim shorts, a crop top and one of Boyd’s shirts open with the sleeves rolled up. I think he’d loose his goddamn mind. Preferably no smut, but I know the request kinda leans into it so maybe something at the end. idk! you do you! Thank you!

Wearing His Shirt

Boyd Crowder x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight spoilers for season 2/3, alludes to smut but no actual mention, a little angst, comfort, fluff and a happy ending.

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: Anon, this turned more into a little fic/scenario moment rather than a headcanon, I hope that's okay and you enjoy it still! I’d love to know what you all think to this, and feel free to send me more requests 💌

Boyd likes to think of himself as a considerate partner. Although your relationship is still relatively new, he takes pride in picking up on the small details that bring you joy or cause you distress, often understanding your needs before you articulate them. However, with the recent acquisition of his cousin's bar and the complexities of the Black Pike deal, his focus on you has diminished more than he'd like to acknowledge. His once regular check-ins and sweet messages have become sporadic and hurried, often cut short by pressing business matters. The late nights and brief phone calls have led to him being less present both physically and emotionally, and you're reaching your breaking point.

Johnny's bar buzzes with activity, the low murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses creating a lively symphony in the dimly lit space. The familiar scent of beer and faint traces of smoke hang in the air. As you push open the door and step inside, the room's energy seems to shift, heads turning to acknowledge your presence with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue. Their gazes, like predators sizing up their prey, linger on you, but your focus is singular.

Boyd stands behind the bar, a rag casually draped over his shoulder, the dim light casting a warm glow on his features. He engages in a conversation with a patron who is leaning heavily on the counter, gesticulating animatedly. Boyd nods along, listening intently, but the moment he spots you approaching, a noticeable change comes over him. His eyes lock onto you with an intensity that makes the bustling room seem to fall away.

As you saunter towards him, his gaze follows your every step, his attention entirely consumed by your presence. The customer’s words fade into the background, reduced to a dull hum as Boyd's focus shifts solely to you. His eyes drift down your body, taking in every detail of your appearance, from the way your eyes shine as you look at him to the confident way you carry yourself. It's as if he's seeing you for the first time all over again, his expression a mix of admiration and longing.

You feel a spark of satisfaction knowing that you can still capture his attention so completely, even amidst the chaos of his busy bar. As you reach the counter, Boyd's lips curl into a slow smile, the kind that speaks volumes without uttering a single word. You watch as he gestures with a hand to the customer he was previously talking with and you smile at the older gentleman as he rises from his seat, disappearing behind you.

Boyd leans slightly closer, his eyes never leaving yours, making you feel like the most important person in the room. In that moment, surrounded by the lively chatter and clinking glasses, it’s clear that no one else matters to him but you.

Seeing you in his shirt stirs something deep within him, a quiet sense of possessiveness that isn’t about control or dominance, but rather a satisfying feeling of connection. He appreciates the way you fill out the shirt, how the navy and grey fabric drapes over your frame, hinting at the contours beneath.

To the other men in the establishment, the glimpse of your bare thighs in those fitted cut-offs or the swell of your breasts in the thin crop underneath his shirt would undoubtedly set their hearts racing. Boyd, too, couldn’t help but appreciate that enticing sight. However, what truly struck a chord with him was witnessing your subtle proclamation of his ownership over you amidst a room bustling with other men. You belong to him, and he certainly belongs to you. 

You approach him with slow, deliberate strides until just the counter is between you, his eyes fixed on you with a mixture of admiration and desire. A mischievous spark dances in his eyes as he leans casually against the bar, his fingertips tingling with the desire to caress the fabric, to revel in the warmth of your skin beneath. Yet, just before his hand extends, he halts, a silent gesture of restraint, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that sends a thrilling shiver down your spine. With a deliberate movement, he clasps his hands firmly on the counter, his touch reserved yet charged with an unspoken promise of what could be.

His voice, usually smooth and confident, carries a subtle huskiness as he speaks. "Well now, ain't that a sight," he remarks, his drawl laced with amusement. "Looks like my shirt found itself in the finest of company today."

"Been feeling mighty lonely lately. Ain't been getting much attention, you know," you confide in him, a playful lilt in your voice as you tilt your head. "Thought maybe borrowing your shirt might do the trick, you reckon?"

Straightening up, Boyd casts a deliberate gaze around the room, a silent command for everyone present to divert their attention away from the captivating vixen who's currently pouting at him. Once he's ensured that all eyes have shifted elsewhere, he snaps his focus back to you with a confident smirk.

"Well, darlin'," he drawls, his voice low and rough, "seems like you've succeeded in getting everyone's attention, mine included."

"Hard work, nowadays," you sigh dramatically, and he chuckles softly as he leans across the bar, his lips brushing against yours in a tantalizingly soft kiss, leaving you breathless and yearning for more. "Do I get to keep it for long?" you whisper, your voice barely audible amidst the buzz of the bar.

"Have I been neglecting you, baby?" He grins as he leans back slightly, his hand reaching out to casually adjust the rolled sleeves of his shirt that adorns your figure. "Is that why you've decided to grace my fine establishment with your beauty, nearly causing every man in this joint to suffer a near fatal heart attack, hm?"

His tone is playful, but beneath the jest, there's a hint of genuine concern. He watches you closely, searching your eyes for any sign of discontent or longing, his fingers tracing the fabric of his shirt on your skin with a tender familiarity.

You giggle, running your thumb along his forearm as he continues to absentmindedly toy with the fabric. "Maybe that was the plan all along. Finally, some quality time for me with no customers or associates around, huh? I can be your number one priority," you tease, the playful tone in your voice ringing through the air. But your laughter falters as you notice a brief flicker of something in his expression, a momentary hardening before it softens again.

His gaze meets yours, and you can see the conflict playing out in his eyes, the struggle to balance his personal and professional life. There's a vulnerability there that he rarely shows, a glimpse behind the confident façade he wears for the world. You reach out, your hand gently squeezing his arm, silently offering reassurance and understanding.

As he pulls back from you, a fleeting worry crosses your mind. Have you said too much? Pushed him too far? Though Boyd has never so much as raised his voice at you, his sudden movement sparks a flicker of concern. You watch in silence as he takes the rag from his shoulder, tossing it down onto the bar with a resolute thud, and steps out from behind the counter, closing the distance between you at last.

In that moment of uncertainty, his words wash over you like a soothing balm. "You are always my first priority," he murmurs, his voice soft and intimate, filled with a sincerity that melts away your apprehension. His arms slide under the shirt you wear, encircling your waist as he draws you close to his chest.

As you nestle against him, his gaze meets yours, and you see the earnestness in his eyes. "I'm sorry I haven't been present," he admits, his voice tinged with remorse. "But I'm going to fix that."

"I know," you assure him with a smile, your hands tenderly resting on his chest as you lean in to place a soft kiss on his cheek.

He returns your smile, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks in a hushed tone, meant only for you to hear. "Let's go in the back," he murmurs softly, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down your spine. "I've got a feeling I need to remind you just how much you mean to me."

[steppingonyourshadow]

Complete translations of song concept blurbs for Xiao Zhan's album Wo Men

These are provided by Xiao Zhan Studio with each track and sourced from QQ Music.

We (track 2)

With the continued development of civilised society, we keep advancing as a species. Everyone appears to live within constraints of common morality, following the herd, hoping they're upholding kindness, trying to live a life of virtue. But no matter what stage we're at, no one can avoid personally experiencing every facet of humanity. How can we maintain a strong and stubborn passion for life and become an invincible "good person"?

All Alike (track 3)

Life is like a street path on which we are all tourists, passing each other by in a rush. Most of life's troubles, perhaps our past anxiety, loneliness, lack of direction, every person paralysed for a moment by indecision, all the difficulty and happiness, it's "all alike". Once we're able to take it all in, we still have to keep going, having explored and reflected on all our possibilities. A quick pause doesn't mean we stop moving forward.

Recover (track 4)

We often put on an immaculate shell, armour ourselves and hide our weak spots. Those masks all cover the marks of being knocked around and honed into shape. Those who are trapped by the past hide their scars and become used to saying one thing and thinking another. Face our true inner feelings, don't run from them, learn to accept ourselves. Return "me" to me, to become a better "me".

Firefly (track 5)

The faint glimmer of a firefly at night might be weak, but it's still a reliable source of light, just like the mass of humanity. Through every lit-up screen, these "fireflies" with their faint glow gather strength and emerge into public view, lighting up their own world. Interacting with the world, providing balance to my pride, knowledge when I'm unaware, encouragement when I'm at a loss.

The song makes use of elements such as pedal, the sound of breathing, strings, and piano with a strong "woody" undertone, evoking flickers of embers from burning firewood. Just like the meaning it wishes to express - even the faintest bioluminescence can illuminate the dark and become an indispensable light.

Drifting (track 6)

After experiencing an unknown past, "I" woke in unfamiliar surroundings, marvelous and strange. My wandering journey began here. A stranger in a strange land, should I fear being infiltrated in return or bravely venture forth? In the unknown, there are wonders, dangers, eye-opening sights. It's dazzling, beautiful, tempting, but how do I keep myself from being swallowed up by it and becoming a puppet? By remembering where I came from, and doing my utmost to reach the destination I wish to reach. At the intersection where it's difficult to tell dreamscape from reality, how do I keep from following the herd?

Lighthouse (track 7)

Alone in the middle of the ocean, the lighthouse, the only beacon among the crashing waves, reminds us that on life's path there will always be ups and downs. As a small ship venturing forward, we never know when we might encounter stormy weather. Go into the headwind, unafraid of the wind and the rain, with only the lighthouse in your heart to provide illumination and point the way to our destination.

The swirl of the guitar in the song's arrangement is like the sea, never ceasing, the piano is the glow of the lighthouse in the middle of the ocean, and the vocal is the ship. Whether we're faced with glorious sunlight or a sudden downpour, wishing for us the courage to keep pushing forward.

Soliloquy of the Night Time Wanderer (track 8)

After a busy day of work, do you ever feel lonely while making your own way home? Having moved our social lives online, swiping from one small screen to the next, refreshing and clicking like endlessly, consuming bite-sized content, experiencing a little buzz of companionship through your fingertips. All those lit up screens brighten up our nighttime life in the city. When we rely on the simulated communication of online life, it's as if we're stepping into a wider world. Sometimes walking at night isn't a choice. Perhaps feelings that cannot be hidden like fear and cowardice surround and trap everyone who have no choice but to walk through the night. When the seductive bustle of the night cools and dissipates and the world goes quiet, wishing that every night-time wanderer can find a place to lay their emotional burdens to rest.

Return to Zero (track 9)

Both the wind howling past and the fog gathering on your brow and obscuring your vision are unique encounters on your journey. Looking back, those previously obscured traces gradually appear and become clearer. The song's arrangement creates a quiet but warm atmosphere, the chilly synth paired with strings push the listener toward a time travelling wormhole, returning it all to the beginning, back to the very start. Would you still be as staunch? The path here through glory, obstacles and rejection, all those things make up the you of today. You can look forward to the future, wave goodbye to the past freely. Wishing for you always the courage to return to zero and start from the beginning.

Don't Look Back (track 10)

This song is "my" personal narrative, but it's not only mine. "Don't Look Back" is addressed to me and for every listener. The path ahead might feature aspirations, companionship, bright eyes watching. Carefully, we attempt battle with the world, with highs and lows, scrapes and bruises, unavoidable hesitation and disappointment. But please don't look back, if you move forward, you can scale mountains, cross oceans and see endless beautiful scenery, or pause to enjoy the spice of life. Having arrived here, wherever you go in the future, you will have all your accumulated experiences to call on.

The song's arrangement wants to express through its layered progression the narrator's immovable core. What's ahead may not be an open plain, but it will be an endless path. Just go forward, don't look back.

Good Night (track 11)

On a sleepless night, go out for a midnight snack with company, have some noodles and a bowl of soup. Through the wafting steam, listen quietly to your companion make excited or chill small talk. In this concrete jungle of a city, solitude is our default state, and the ability to process our own sorrows and joys a hard-earned freedom.

As the end point of all the disparate emotions that make up the record, the seemingly melancholy backdrop is filled in with warmth and caring, and understanding of the way humans relate to each other. Learning, growing, hurrying through life for decades on end, no matter what we're after, wishing that on the path forward you have food that suits your palate, warm greetings, and precious understanding and companionship to fill the gaps in each of our hearts. After a busy day, wish yourself and the family or friends by your side a good night.

[elainak03]

Broken (pt. 3)

TW: assault, trauma

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“hey there, pretty girl”, joe said to you as soon as you answered the skype. he’s been gone 5 weeks at this point. it’s honestly sucked being away from him this long. y’all’s friendship was really solid. he was opening up more about what’s been haunting him. he was only able to skype once a week, but hey, you’ll take that over nothing. you blushed hearing him call you that name. it’s something you noticed he started calling you a couple weeks ago, you didn’t put much thought into it.

“hey, how are you today”, you said back, smiling warmly. “i’m good, you know, could be better if i was home but hey, what can you do” he said jokingly. you giggled, “i know, im sorry. i miss you, i have a lot of paintings to show you when you get home”, you said, with a warm smile. he grinned from ear to ear, “i can’t wait to see them. i miss you too. i got some news though” he said. “oh? and what’s that”, you said, curiosity surging through you. “i’m coming home tomorrow” he said, with such a sweet expression. you tried to hide the excitement, even though you knew your cheeks flushing gave you away. “oh my goodness!! yay! i’m so excited to see you.” you said to him, eyes crinkling with excitement. he laughed subtly, “hey i gotta go cause we’re packing up, but i will see you tomorrow, pretty girl”, he said to you before ending the call.

~~~~~time jump to the next day~~~~~

it was about 12pm in the afternoon, when you heard your phone ding. you were chilling around your house waiting to hear from joe, and what do you know, it was him that texted you.

joe: hey i’m back, wanna catch a dinner and a movie later? that new bar & grill downtown. i’ll pick you up.

(y/n): hey! i’m so happy you’re back. of course, 5pm sound good?

joe: 5 sounds good to me, see you later, pretty girl

you say your phone down, cheeks flushing. you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have feelings for joe. even though he was gone for 5 weeks, y’all grew closer. having personal conversations that make a bond grow stronger. he became your rock, when you would have your nightmares, you would wake up and immediately think about him. when you did, it instantly calms you down. joe opened up more to you. told you everything that has been bothering him all these years. he told you he was so happy to have you in his life, he finally felt safe with someone to talk to about his demons. after a brief nap, you went and got ready. you decided on an oversized sweater, leggings, and some chucks. you wanted to be comfy for the movies. it was 4:30pm, when you heard a knock on the door. you quickly grabbed your keys, phone, and wallet and headed for the door. “coming!”, you shouted, tripping slightly trying to hurry. you took one last deep breath before opening the door. you opened it to seeing joe smiling at you. you both stood there for a moment, before he engulfed you in a hug. “i missed you”, he said, hugging you tightly. you squeezed him back, “i missed you too, bear” you said, letting each other go. “you ready? i’m starving”, he said to you, motioning to his truck. “yes, i am starving”, you said back, following him to his truck. he opened the passenger door for you, and you hopped in, buckled up, excited for tonight.

you and joe finally made it to the restaurant after a few minutes. got seated and eventually ordered y’all’s food. “what movie were you thinking about watching?” he asked you, curiously. “hmm let me look on my phone and see what they’re showing….omg i found the perfect one”, you said giggling, a bit of mischievousness in your tone. “but you have to wait till we get there”, you said to him, a smirk wide on your face. he gave you a curious smirk, “alrighty, we’ll see” he said. y’all’s food finally arrived, after enjoying that and laughter consuming the conversations, joe paid for y’all’s food. he helped you out of the booth, y’all’s hands touching for a moment, electricity buzzing through your body. you blushed hoping he didn’t notice. y’all headed for his truck, and then onto the movie theater.

after arriving, you both hurried inside to get out of the cold air. “you pick whatever candy or popcorn you want”, joe said to you, with a wink and a smirk. “i just want some skittles”, you said looking at him sweetly. he told the worker a pack of skittles, and a drink. joe looked at you, “and what movie did you pick?”, he said, questioning. “two tickets to ‘anyone but you’, please”, you said with a big grin to the worker. you could just hear joes groan. “what’s wrong bear? not a big fan of rom-coms?”, you said, laughing. he just laughed and said, “come on, let’s go watch your silly movie”. yall eventually found your seats and the movie began. you’ve been wanting to watch this movie for weeks and were so happy to drag joe to it. you were so deeply entranced with the movie, you didn’t realize joe was looking at you, smiling. you didn’t know it yet, but he was getting feelings for you too. bad. you could ask him to do anything, and he would do it. eventually the movie was over, and you both got into the truck. it was about a 15 minute drive to your house. after some quite chit chat, you both were listening to music, and you fell asleep. car rides always put you to sleep, it never failed. joe noticed you balled up, cold. he reached into his back seat and grabbed one of his hoodies. draping it over you. he was just about to your house when he noticed your breath quickening. getting louder. he looked over to you, worried. he saw your brow scrunching, you started panicking in your sleep. he finally pulled up to your house, when you started crying, begging for someone to stop. he put the truck in park, “ (y/n)?? (y/n) wake up please, you’re safe. pretty girl, you’re safe, you’re with me.” he said, shaking you, panic setting in. you woke up, your breath spiking up, grasping for another. you grabbed the hoodie you didn’t realize was on you, for dear life. you looked around and saw joe, your heartbeat started slowing down, but then it hit you. you just had a nightmare right in front of joe. something you hadn’t told him about. he grabbed your face with both of his hands, “hey, shh, it’s okay. i got you”, his blue eyes connecting with your (e/c) one’s. after a moment you were finally calm, but you were choking on your words. “what was that? i mean if you don’t have me asking. you were asking someone to stop” he said, worry evident in his voice. you were stuttering, trying to find the right words. after taking a deep breath you looked at him, “do you wanna come inside? we can sit down and i can explain”, you said, worried. joe would be the first person you ever told. after a moment you both headed inside.

you showed joe the couch, and then you headed to the kitchen to brew some tea. after awhile, you headed back into the living room and handed him a cup. you held yours, staring at it for a moment. when you looked up at joe, he was looking at you worried, but there was also a caring look. you took a deep breath for a moment, “two years ago i was attacked. i was leaving an art function, when someone grabbed me and shoved me into an alley. he had touched me so disgustingly all over my body. hitting me, kicking me, if it wasn’t for the little strength i had left, yelling for help, i don’t think he would’ve stopped. someone heard me, thank god, and the guy ran off.” you said, not realizing you said it without skipping a beat. you looked at joe, he was looking at the ground, so many emotions were on his face. anger, worry, sadness, rage. “did the cops ever catch him?” he said, looking at you with a completely different look. “no they didn’t…and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you about this. i haven’t talked to anyone about this..”, you said, shame almost in your tone. joe grabbed you, engulfing you in his big arms, “you don’t have a thing to be sorry for, and don’t ever think you do. i am so sorry some low-life filth hurt you”, he said, laying his head on top of yours, and then proceeding to kiss the side of your head. that’s when you came crashing down. you held onto joe tighter, tears soaking your face, and his shirt. joe rubbed your back lovingly, letting you let all of this out, he knew you needed this.

after awhile, joe noticed you calmed down. your breathing slowed. he looked down at you, asleep, and at peace. he didn’t have it in his heart to wake you up. he quietly kicked off his shoes. grabbing a blanket off the back of your couch, while still holding onto you. he carefully laid back, putting his feet on the footstool in-front of him. you laid on his chest, peacefully. he put the blanket on you both, after watching you for 30 minutes to make sure you weren’t having another nightmare, he put his hat over his face, arm wrapped protectively over you, and eventually fell asleep.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Silver Lining 9

Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes

Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.

Part of the Silverfox AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your mouth is dry and your ears are buzzing. You can’t breathe or move. You stare back at Mr. Rogers. Your former boss and eternal tormentor.

Your hands shake and you try to wipe your sweaty palms on your pants. How could he be there? What cruel fate has brought him there? What are the odds that he would know Bucky? Somehow, they don’t seem like a strange pair but at that moment, it’s not an amusing observation.

“Oh, who’s this? Am I interrupting?” Rogers asks coyly, looking from you to the host, “a date?”

Bucky sighs and crosses his arms. You should be heartened that his attitude isn’t solely reserved for you but all you want to do is disappear. You flutter your lashes as you wait for his response, unable to offer much yourself.

“Steve,” he huffs, “we’re working–”

“Working?” Rogers scoffs, “on…?” He narrows his eyes with a crooked smirk, “bit young for you–”

“U-u-uhhhh,” you choke out, chest burning, head swimming, “C-can– d-d-d-do y-you— have a b-ba-bathroom?”

Both men look at you. You sway as Bucky backs up and nods, pointing you past the staircase, “down the hall to your right, just behind the stairs.”

“Th-th-thanks,” you sidle by him, nearly flatting yourself as you keep a staunch distance from Rogers.

He faces his guest again, just as quickly forgetting about you. You can’t forget any of it. Your escape isn’t much of one. A couple minutes if that.

“Is that why you’re dodging me?” Rogers’ timbre follows you, “really not your type. I’m surprised.”

“Would you shut up?” Bucky growls.

You don’t linger to hear the rest of their conversation. You nearly trip into the bathroom and lean on the door to shut it. You feel around until you find the little button to lock it and back away. You clutch your head as panic overflows and reality strikes you. You hold back a scream.

You’re trapped in this house with him. This strange place. You should’ve never come here. You’re so stupid. Just like before, you walked straight into a bad situation. You’re letting it happen all over again.

They are all right. You asked for it. You’re stupid. You’re worthless. You’re weak.

You crumple onto the cold tile, against the door as you bend your head against your arms, hugging yourself as you bite back tears. You’re going to have to come out eventually and you won’t let him see you cry. Not again.

You try not to think about it. The same memories that haunted your day. Following you like ghosts, inescapable, no walls can keep them away. You feel pressure on your throat and close your eyes. You hear his growl as he squeezes your neck, his body pinning yours flat.

“N-n-n-n-n-n-no,” you murmur into your lap, “p-p-please…”

You rock, trying to soothe yourself, trying to calm the maelstrom of nerves threatening to overflow. You bring your hands up around your head. You lift one and bring it back against your skull, beating yourself as if you can knock the thoughts free.

There’s a gentle tap, three solid knocks on the other side of the door, “you okay in there?”

Bucky’s voice has you whipping your head up, turning your back flat to the door as you press your hands to the tile. You gulp down air, hiccuping in your panic attack, vibrating uncontrollably. You hum before you can summon your voice.

“Y-y-yesss,” your voice crawls from your throat, “a-a-almost done.”

“Alright, just checking,” he drones back, his tone as dull as ever.

You wait, listening for the scuff of his soles as he backs away. You climb to your feet, stumbling into the sink and catching yourself. You turn on the faucet and rinse your hands under the cold water, spreading it over your face as you try to wash off the past.

You dry off and approach the door. You stare at the wood as your hand rests on the handle. You don’t know if you can do it. You can’t face him. You won’t survive.

You twist the handle and let yourself out into the dim hall. There’s only the light glowing from the front of the house. You take a breath and walk the hall as if you’re marching to the gallows. As you come to the front of the staircase, you find the entryway empty.

“Hey,” Bucky startles you from behind. You turn to face him as he appears in a doorway further down, diagonal from the bathroom, “in here. Just heating up the kettle.”

You nod and glance around. When you face him again, he’s watching you. Your fingers twiddle nervously as you pad towards him.

“Sorry about my friend. He can be pushy,” he steps back as you get to the door, letting you inside. His kitchen is nice; steely metal and gray granite. The kettle hums on the counter, a blue light glowing through the glass. “I’ll deal with him later though.”

“I-it’s f-f-fine,” you eke out.

“You sure?” He asks.

You stop and turn back to him. You shrug. What can you say? He wouldn’t believe you if you told him the truth. Just like everyone else.

“Y-yeah,” you bring your hands together, tugging on your index finger, wiggling it as if you might free it from the socket, “I th-think…” you lean back on your heel and look towards the door, “th-this will b-b-be a one t-time thing.”

“What?” He snaps.

“Th-the sc-scr-script. M-my lap-top broke a-and… I n-n-need a r-real job,” you sway back and forth, “s-s-sorry.”

He exhales deeply. You can’t even look at him. You hear the disappointment in just his breath but you’re used to that. That’s what you do. You let people down.

“I understand, you got a lot going on at home but I would prefer to maintain the same tone throughout the podcast. I wouldn’t want to get someone else,” he argues, “we haven’t even recorded yet. Can’t you see how it turns out before you make up your mind?”

“I d-don’t know…” you clasp your hands together, squeezing tight until the circulation slows to a throb. “I c-c-can’t–”

“You know, I’m sure your parents want you out as much as you want out. This could be your chance. I’m not paying you pennies.”

You wince. That alone tells you what he thinks of you. You’re pathetic enough to live with your parents so you’ll take anything. Even him and this stupid podcast. Your bat your lashes as your eyes burn. No, you walked out of that office and didn’t look back. You can do it again.

“K-keep y-y-your money,” you spin on your heel and stomp past him. 

He tries to latch onto you but you dodge him. You continue down the hall and grab your coat and purse, shoving your feet clumsily into your boots. He follows you, lurking as you slip the folio under your other arm.

“What did I do? Come on. Don’t walk away. We both know you need this.”

“I d-d-don’t need you,” you insist as you turn your back on him. “I’ll b-b-be j-just fine at my p-parents’.”

You pull the door open and plunge out into the rising storm. The weather reflects your insides. Violent, cold, and thrashing. You stop at the edge of the walk and bend to spit a mouth of bile into the snow. It doesn’t stop as your stomach churns with waves of memories washing over you.

[mastercrownmonday]

Without further ado (Kirby reference?!): new Mistilteinn pfp!!! Magolor Soul banner is still on the way.

If you don't remember (and I wouldn't blame you), the subject of this pfp was decided in March with a poll. I haven't really commented on the results yet—so if you want to see my thoughts and ALSO discover the lore behind my love for the Master Crown, read on, because it has a whole lot to do with this titanic and terrible tree!!!

Here are the results for your reference. There were 48 votes:

I guess I was slightly? ish? surprised Mistilteinn won; I had my not-so-strong bets on Magolor Soul, which came in second. But hey! The ranking was a nice surprise, because clearly the BEST Master Crown is the Master Crown, pure and simple—without some... begrudgingly hijacked, weak-willed catboy wizard in the mix.

I didn't vote officially, but I did ask myself the question: which Master Crown is best!? And I think, if I had voted... I might have gone with the tiny, classic version. (I guess that's why I had to sneak it into the pfp anyway.) I mean, it's so cute! I am sure it would never become a literal accessory to any sort of evil!

If I remember correctly, @katlynthecat bravely arrived on the last day of voting to represent the OG MC. I was happy it got at least one vote, so special thanks to you :)

I was also pleasantly surprised that every form got a vote. Even the cutscene-exclusive Crown shards (which is actually a really cool form imo. it's ominous: inexplicably moving and spitting out a magic aura but showing no other signs of life. spooky)!

With all that in mind, I still don't know if I could pick any one of the Crown's forms as the true overlord. The tree has the most historical significance, though, because the Kirby buzz that RTDLDX caused is what got me seriously invested in the series again (I've been a longtime fan off and on).

Clearly, I was a weakling in terms of Kirby extended lore expertise, because at that point I knew nothing about RTDL and I had never heard of this Magolor character. He seemed popular though. Wonder what his deal is.

...OH! So that's why everyone jokes about the fandom having trust issues from multiple adorable offenders. (I did already know all about Marx. Gotta love that guy.)

Hey... wait a minute. Is the boss of Magolor's game mode... the very artifact that consumed his soul? That's pretty metal. I guess it's sapient? A living little conglomerate of hatred, back after over a decade to torment the fandom darling? Though it would earn no thanks... no acknowledgement... it crafted a perfect, Bible-referencing hellscape for Magolor's torment, returning long after time had forgotten its days as the big bad to prove to theorists once and for all that it was alive, it was autonomous, and it was angry!?

...I had to respect that. I respected that a lot, actually. I liked Magolor but I liked the Crown even more. (That renewed passion for the Kirby series is actually what brought me here to Tumblr!)

For a little comparison, here are some of my first drawings of the Master Crown (circa June last year?) compared to this most recent one:

In the left image, you can actually see the first inklings of Master Crown Soul! 😳 It didn't take me long to start cooking up some ideas to flesh out its backstory, and I think the design and themes have come a long way since then. (some of which anyone interested will eventually get to experience in all their glory via my fic. prommies)

In summary: thanks for growing on me, Mistilteinn, and congratulations! It's a great day to be a tree-hugger :)