#honestly I think i like the red mushrooms better

[thecrackedamethyst]

Hanging charms offer you your choices for your beliefs. All hang from the same old tree, which is surrounded by hallucinogenic mushrooms.

The milky way shines above, showing that none of this matters anyways.

[schoenpepper]

Intro: You choose one seashell earring and one mushroom earring.

Warning: bad writing, awful grammar, proofread by quillbot, Jade and Floyd are warnings of their own, very suggestive but not NSFW

A/N: I only turned 18 this year so I'm safe for at least the next two years (Romeo and Juliet law iykyk). One of my favorite endings because they're two of my favorite characters like actually really no cap ong

Masterlist

You have two pairs of earrings in front of you. One looks luxurious and elegant, pure gold seashells with crystal starfish on top, and the other set is rather simple, but with its own charm. The tiny crystal mushrooms clash horrendously with the seashells, but you put one half of a pair on each ear and call it a day.

You feel it would probably be better to satisfy the twins, lest you pick one person and end up squeezed like a tube of toothpaste by Floyd or used as a mushroom taste tester by Jade. Your other seniors would surely understand, right?

Uh, maybe you shouldn't have done that.

"Shrimpy, you're so greedy~ I like it."

Your face may as well be on fire with how bright red it is, you're sure it rivals even Riddle's hair. One pair of strong arms is wrapped around your shoulders, another pair curls possessively around your waist, and you've found yourself shamefully trapped and at the whims of two predators. "Greedy?!" You deny it as you try to escape, but you're unable to move another muscle when Jade whispers into your ear. "Of course. You were only supposed to choose one, you know? And yet here you are, asking for both of us..." His fingers brush delicately against the shell of your ear, making you shudder and curl into yourself to try to separate from them.

"Such a greedy little thing. No matter, I don't mind sharing with my dear brother."

"Yeah Shrimpy, we'll have tons of fun together!" You think Floyd might be a little too energetic for the situation, but honestly, you're forced to stop thinking at a certain point and all intelligent thought is wiped from your mind when four hands are constantly roaming your body. Only soft whimpers leave your lips, until even those are swallowed, captured and taken from you along with your breath.

"Stop, we have to get back to the ball—" You try to squeak out a reminder before their hold on you gets even tighter.

"Now now, Y/N," Sharp teeth graze your skin.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

Try Again?

[honey-milk-depresso]

“He wonders…” TWST boys dreaming about their crush (Octavinelle)

Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul has always dreamed big ever since he was a child: to prove the rest of the children wrong and be the best of the best, and now he has. A dorm leader who runs Monstro Lounge as if it has become a mini metropolis of NRC.The smartest student around who helps the poor, unfortunate souls… but yet he still dreams of more. More. And more.

He dreams more of… you. You flood his mind, once a calm river that flowed silently suddenly became a sea where the waves made thunderous clashes against one another, it became louder and louder, more frequent and powerful than the first. He wakes up while blushing upon realising he was dreaming of you, where the waves stretched themselves onto the sandy white shore, the sea breeze making you look as if you were an angel of sorts. You smiled at him, calling for his name, and you said you love him…

The poor octopus, too caught up in his dream, didn’t realise Jade was right in front of him, gently waking him up from his dream as he fell asleep on his desk. “My, my Azul. Your face is so red. Have you gotten a fever?” Jade teased, smiling mischievously as if he already knew. “He must be thinking of his crush, Jade~” Floyd chips in, grinning just as mischievous as his brother. “You must be right, Floyd~” they both chuckled. “Oh would you two just get back to work?!” Azul bashfully frowned, shouting softly at them in a defensive manner.

What is he to do? Isn’t he the perfect student? Can’t he just walk up to you with class and might, strut a charismatic pose with a charming smile and woo you with no effort? What he dreams of doing is much better said than done… or better dreamt of than done. The moment you smile at him when he calls you, he chickens out last minute, either excusing himself stupidly or telling you something different from what he truly wanted to confess. Azul hates it, why is he scared? “They’re too good for me…” he mumbled into his pillow, frustrated that he couldn’t utter a single part of his feelings for you.

All he can do is dream… or so he thought. As miserable as he has become, there is hope when he found you sad and dejected, he dreamed of this exact scenario of comforting you. Of course he’s genuine, wanting to make you feel better so he whisks you away and soothe you, and you hug him afterwards, just as he dreams. The pink blush that adorned his cheeks, he softly tells you, “You can always come to me, Pearl. I love you, don’t ever forget that.” <3

Jade Leech

Honestly… does he even dream of anything..? It’s hard to tell, you can’t exactly pin him in a “Dream” or “Don’t Dream” type of guy. It’s hard to tell, so let me let you in on a little secret. He does dream. A lot. And a lot more than you think.

He could be doing his duties at Monstro Lounge going around table to table serving the customers and be dreaming about his mushrooms growing to become gigantic. He does have some child-like dreams of his own, and he masks his own dreamy look too well for the normal eye to tell. However, Azul and Floyd are pretty much the only ones who can tell whether he’s dreaming or not. He’s the type who looks like he’s paying attention, but he really isn’t. At least, not all of him is focused. Who drones off to his own world while dreaming of you smiling sweetly at him while complimenting the terrarium he just showed you. “Mr Jade, what is the answer to this equation?” The professor snapped him out of thought. “Ah,” he pretends to flip his notes as if he wrote down his answer. “16.7.” “That’s correct.”

It’s incredible how he can give a valid answer while in his own little world, where his own little world revolves around you. He felt blissful when you kiss his forehead in his dreams, or how he closes his eyes slightly slower to focus on how he recalls your laugh. It’s quite obvious to his best friend and brother: he’s in love with you. Jade dreams of the smaller things, the fine details he rather focus about on you. It’s just his preferred dream.

Let us not forget now, Jade wants those dreams to become real. He’s just waiting for the right time to confess to you. He dreams of the scenario in his head: the two of you would be alone in his room making terrariums and having light and airy conversations, giggling and smiling at one another, keeping it casual and simple.

He’ll tell you all about each species, observing the way your eyes sparkle with curiosity and awe and he smiles to himself before he looks back to the terrarium he’s making. “I had fun, Jade. Thanks for letting me be with you!” You smiled with him with a blush. That’s… not what he dreamt of, but he certainly isn’t complaining. In fact, he’s smiling wider, with confidence and bliss. “I had to. But it can be always if you say that you love me, too.” His cheeks bloom pink. <3

Floyd Leech

Floyd isn’t a heavy dreamer, but he still dreams. His dreams are quite chaotic and bizarre, but dreams are dreams and he likes to dream when he gets bored. He can dream of annoying Riddle and all, but he’s mostly dreaming about you when he dozes off. Why not, right? Floyd dreams of you shamelessly: you in a dress getting splashed by him at the seashore, you laughing and splashing him back as he playfully chases you down the beach and into the water, transforming into his eel form and picking you up, smiling and laughing heartily and-

“Floyd Leech!” “Hm?” He nonchalantly hums as the professor snapped at him. “Pay attention! No dozing off!” Floyd rolls his eyes and carries on dreaming, no one can stop him from thinking about you. He grins widely, eye lids half-lidded as he pays no heed to his professors previous reprimands, dozing regardless just to dream of you.

Sometimes he tells you his dreams, just not the ones about you. It’s not that he’s afraid to tell you about them, but he much rather keep it a surprise and wait for you to be even ready to take them… or… honestly I’m not quite sure he’s unpredictable to say the least. “I dreamt of you hugging me at sea~” “Don’t you always do that Floyd? And to everyone?” You just don’t seem to interpret his dreams at all, do you? Or get the hint? He pouts, wondering if you dreamed of him before, and he asks you all the time.

“S/o, have you dreamed of me before?~” “E-eh? Well…” He feels quite smug if you do. Jade used to say that if you dreamed of someone, that someone you dreamed of will dream of you too. Floyd doesn’t believe in fate but he would now if it’s to just shower you with affection.

He keeps dreaming of you: in basketball practice, Crewel’s class, during lunch, right in front of you in Monstro Lounge. When is he ever going to make it reality. He becomes rather impatient, the thoughts of you pressing your lips against his makes him more determined to be even more shameless, and Floyd being Floyd starts to grow a bit more clingy until he finally feels like it.

He doesn’t follow his dreams, it’s just the thought of you being his lover is what he likes. He goes with the flow, and whatever happy memories you two would make will not be a dream but a memory.

“Koebi-chan, you know I dreamt of us being a couple~ Do you wanna be one right now?” “H-huh?! B-be serious!” “I am.” <3

Reblogs help! ^^

[saekkas]

𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈'𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃

summary: in which they get to see you as a drunk, giggly mess.

includes: isagi, sae, rin, kaiser, yukimiya, bachira, nagi, karasu, aiku, kunigami, reo.

note: the whole gang is here! i had so much fun writing this, it had me giggling the whole way through.

❥ SUCH A BABE! patiently holds onto your hand wherever you go and definitely guards your drink whenever you need to use the bathroom. he tries to stay sober, quietly sits on the bar talking with an acquaintance, sipping on orange juice whilst keeping his eyes on you. he honestly thinks it's a bad idea to get drunk on a sunday night, mostly because you're in a house full of intoxicated people, and definitely because you have a test that is worth 40% of your grades the next day.

but hey, when you looked at him with such pretty eyes, begging to come to the party, how was he supposed to say no?

"it's okay," he mumbles, his hands rubbing gentle circles on your back as you wretch into the toilet bowl. "that's it, let it all out."

his other hand is holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail and he grimaces when you lurch out for the umpteenth time, quietly making a list of all the things he'll need to get for your hangover tomorrow.

"i am never drinking again," you groan, slapping a hand onto your forehead to wipe off the sweat, muttering a thank you as he dabs a cold cloth across you face and lips. "please remind me to never drink alcohol again. i am banning it from my life starting from this instance."

"we both know you don't mean that." you tilt your head, squinting against the light that's illuminating your boyfriend's figure. "it'll only happen if you have better self-restraint."

rolling your eyes at the teasing smile he has on his lips, you raise your hands in grabby movements before squeaking as he lifts you in one motion.

"woah," you gasp, swaying on your feet, "handsome and strong? how did i manage to get such a catch?"

you eye the red spreading from his ears to the tip of his nose, grinning when he coughs before sheepishly rubbing the nape of his neck.

"i take it back. you're super cute too."

"shut up." he groans before tugging you into his embrace, hands snaking around your waist. "let's get you home, yeah?"

"mhmm." you mumble before puffing your cheeks and pouting your lips to imitate a kiss, "kiss me first before you go, or however that line is supposed to go."

"no offense," he mumbles as he tries to evade you, pushing his palms onto your lips when you lean in too close. "but i'm not kissing you when your breath smells like vomit."

"meanie."

your pout disintegrates when you feel his lips press against your temple, the familiar scent of his cologne engulfing you as he wraps his sweater around your form.

he feels you tug at the shirt on his back as he leads you out of the club, his eyes meeting your drowsy gaze as you blink slowly. "can we buy some mushroom soup before going home?"

"yeah," he chuckles, hand coming up to ruffle your hair whilst the other intertwines your fingers. "we can stop for some mushroom soup first."

definitely cooks you said mushroom soup + buys you bread and porridge to help with your hangover! also emailed your professor first thing in the morning so he could cuddle and lay with you in bed the whole day <333

ISAGI, yukimiya, nagi, bachira, sae (i honestly think sae would be the type to do this, especially when he's down hard).

❥ CENTER OF ATTENTION. is the textbook definition of flirty; charming smile with lidded eyes, ruffled hair, and the top two buttons of his shirt undone. he's got a drink in one hand, rolled up sleeves on both, and you on his lap. feels the prying eyes on his figure and it makes him smirk, hand tightening on your waist as he whispers into your neck.

"hi, sweet thing." his muffled drawl is met with your giggles and he reaches down to take your hands in his, pressing a soft kiss on the skin. "have we met before? i feel like i know you."

"i don't think we have."

he watches you roll your eyes, a smile threatening to break out on your lips. his eyes trace your tongue as it darts out to wet the muscle, gaze breaking contact when he hears you clear your throat.

"you're right," he smiles, lifting a finger to trace along the apples of your cheek. "i would definitely remember an angel like you."

"such a charmer." you lift a hand to encircle his neck, your hands playfully tugging at the ends of his hair. you eye the way he bites his lip, smiling innocently when a shiver runs through his body. "bet you say that to all the girls."

"hmm?" he's adjusting his stance, pulling you higher on his lap before nudging your nose with his. "what other girls? i'm only here for you, pretty."

"only for me, huh?" you mutter against him, breath mixing with one another. you press a short kiss onto his lips, smirking when you lean back and he follows. "i like the sound of that."

he hums when you press back into him, lips following a path down the side of his neck to his exposed collarbone. you press a last peck to his lips, mouths deepening in a kiss when he holds you tighter against him.

"try to keep up, handsome."

he's blinking his eyes the moment you slide down from his lap, whining when you leave him with a wink and a wave of your hand before disappearing into the sea of people and lights.

"what have you done to me, sweet thing?" there's a smirk on his lips as he runs a hand through his hair, ruffling the strands even more than you did. "feels like i'm losing my mind."

he plops down from the chair, placing a tip at the bar before going off to look for you. he raises an eyebrow at the number of people looking his way, shrugging off the attention. it's only when he goes into the bathroom, wide eyes looking at the lipstick marks you've left on him, that he realizes what they meant.

"fuck that's hot," he chuckles before tapping at his phone, sending you a voice-note.

"i got your present, pretty," he rasps, "now be a good girl and let me return the favor."

karasu, kaiser, aiku (yeah bolding all three because i screamed through writing this one).

❥ WATCH DOG PRIVELEGE is what he calls it. there's no other reason for him to be undressing you with his eyes, stare lingering on the exposed skin of your neck. he promised to drive you home and keep you out of trouble, and that's exactly what he's going to do the moment he sees you stumbling from the dance floor.

"alright, that's enough. let's go home."

he grumbles at the sound of your whine, gently tugging you until your back hits the front of his chest. a small flicker of a smile appears on his face when you let out a small 'oof,' followed by a chuckle as you spin yourself to meet his gaze.

"hey, let go! i have a boyfriend and he's a big famous soccer player!" you're squinting against the shade of the club, quietly cursing the darkness obstructing your vision before you recognize his face. "oh, hi baby! i didn't see you there."

he shakes his head at your intoxicated state, reaching down to place a hand on your wrist to stop you from straying away. "hello," he mumbles into the crown of your head, pressing a soft kiss that has you giggling. "had fun?"

"yeah. but it would've been better if i was with you."

he eyes the way you practically vibrate with excitement, gently stroking a hand through you strands in hopes of calming you down. he watches you snuggle into his chest, feels the way your hands snake around his middle.

"i've been with you all night, though?"

"no," you pout, "you were watching me. watching from 2000 feet away and being with me are two totally different things!"

"well i'm here with you now, aren't i?" he notices the way your eyes slowly flutter, a drowsy yawn escaping your lips. "i'll be with you at home too, how's that sound?"

he waits for the nod of your head before gently picking you up into his arms. he feels you place your head on his chest, your arms looped around his neck.

"don't fall asleep on me just yet," he grumbles as he walks out into the night air, "we still need to change your clothes and do your routine."

"i don't care about skincare!" you whine, snuggling further into his hold, "i'll wake up as a bloated hippo tomorrow. fuck skincare! just wanna go to bed."

he gets you into your pajamas when he arrives home, removes your makeup, and pulls you in for cuddles as he lays on the bed. he presses a kiss on your nose when he hears you start to snore the moment your head hits the pillows.

definitely rolls his eyes when you wake up hungover and bloated the next day, exaggeratedly sighing when you pull him into the bathroom to do your skincare routine together.

"oh come on, i know you like wearing the matcha mask i bought!"

he tries to keep the lovesick expression off his expression but when you press a kiss on the tip of his nose with a sly smile on your face, he knows you've caught on to him straight away.

kunigami, reo, rin.

[luxaofhesperides]

(I know it's not one word but...)

Harvest Moon!

The moment Duke heard about Smallville's Harvest Moon Festival, he knew he wanted to go with Danny. They've both been stuck in Gotham for a while and never get to leave as civilians. He's tired of most of their dates being crashed by crime and corruption, having to ditch meals out together to evacuate civilians and fight rogues who don't respect the sanctity of a day off.

Not this time, though!

Duke has the day off and a favor from Tim has him flying the Batplane out to Kansas with Danny in the co-pilot seat, humming along to the upbeat playlist they decided would accompany them on the flight. It does feel strange for the both of them to be in the Batplane as civilians instead of Signal and Phantom, but it's a nice change. 

He's sure that Bruce will scold him about using the Batplane for non-mission purposes, but Duke knows how to deal with him. All he has to do is accuse Bruce of not supporting his relationship and being homophobic, to which Bruce will reply that he's also bi, so how can he be homophobic? And then Duke and anyone else who's around will yell that Bruce is dodging the question and the man will get so tired he'll give up and leave. It's worked before, it'll work again.

"Why'd you wanna go to the festival, anyways?" Danny asks, breaking the comfortable silence that's settled between them.

Duke shrugs. "It sounded fun. And it's far from Gotham, so we won't have to worry about a rogue crashing our date again."

"Don't jinx us," Danny warns with a teasing grin, "Watch an alien warship come down just to prove you wrong."

"Don't put that out into the world! Today's our day off. If an alien warship does come down, the Supers can deal with it. I am going to have a fun night out with you and I'm not letting anything get in our way."

"How romantic," Danny say wryly, "Protecting our date. The fact that it's even gotten this bad is honestly ridiculous."

"I'm starting to think Gotham doesn't want us to date."

"Gotham can think whatever it wants. It's not going to keep me away from you."

"Sap."

"Says you!" Danny reaches over to lightly smack his arm and Duke grins, grabbing his hand to press a kiss against his palm just to watch Danny's face flush red.

They land a few minutes later in a field just behind the Kent's property. Duke makes sure the plane is cloaked, hidden from sight, before he descends with Danny. Kon waits for them, giving them a cheerful wave once they're on the ground.

"Good to see you," he greets, leading them to the Kent house. "We've got quite the spread prepared today!"

Duke blinks. "Oh, we were just going to chill until the festival started. You didn't need to include us in your dinner plans."

"If you think you can stop Ma from feeding you, you got another thing coming. Especially since she likes Danny so much." Kon winks at Danny. "Also, I made a banging sweet potato casserole and I need you two to compliment me on it, so you have to join us."

"Fair enough," Danny says. "Good thing we didn't eat before heading out, huh?"

Duke reaches out and takes Danny's hand in his. This is already looking to be better than all their other dates in Gotham. "Lucky us," he agrees, then tells Kon, "Thanks, man, for setting us up for this."

"No prob! I'm always happy to help out in the name of love. Also the festival is super fun and I need you to convince Tim to come by one of these days. If he's stuck in Gotham working on cases any longer, he's gonna start growing mushrooms outta his head."

"We'll make sure he stops by soon," Duke promises.

They emerge from the corn field to the picnic table behind the Kent house covered in a checkered table cloth and covered in a variety of dishes. The other members of the Kent family and members of Superman's side of the hero business are gathered around as well, chatting with relaxed smiles. Kon leaves them with a friendly slap on their backs and walks over to pick Jon up and toss him over his shoulder.

Sibling bickering fills the air. Danny leans against Duke with a soft smile.

"Thanks," he says quietly, the words just for the two of them. "For everything."

"I should be saying that to you," Duke returns, leaning in to kiss Danny's cheek. "C'mon, let's go enjoy our date night."

Yeah, they're definitely coming back next year. He'll even remember to bring one of his mom's favorite dishes to the Havrest Moon Dinner the Kent's host.

(send me a Halloween/autumn themed word and I'll write you a ghostlights drabble!)

[pk-ghost]

to ness and lucas, hey! your on break from smash right? how does those work... and which world in the smashverse are your favorite?

“We don’t have official matches all year round, and tournaments are done in seasons!”

“We get breaks in between seasons and most of us return home to rest. For some… it seems like the tournaments are their breaks, though, because they go back home to work.”

“Quick Lucas, from all the fighters who do you think is the biggest workaholic?” “What?” “Come on, just answer!” “That’s not the question at hand, you know?” “Luuuuuuucas”

“All right, uh…Samus, maybe? I’d say Marth or Peach too but they at least have people who help them. Samus is always by herself”.

“Huh, yeah I guess. She’s a lone wolf… unlike Wolf, heh.”

“Well, that’s because actual wolves prefer to--- Ness, please let’s get back to the question.”

“Aw shoot, yeah ok! I’ll focus now. Anyway, we take breaks in between seasons. There’s no rule that says that you have to go back to your home dimension during these and I’ve always wanted to visit our friends’ worlds because, honestly, they always sound sooo cool when they tell us about them. I’ve been to the Mushroom kingdom before! Mario, Peach and the others are the bomb and have shown me around a couple of places. But I never spend too long there.”

“A couple of weeks before the last season ended Red was telling both of us about the new Pokémon and Ness and I had this thought all of a sudden.”

“We both saw this tiny wooloo in Red’s pokedex and thought ‘I wanna see that’ at the same time. That happens very often by the way. Some would say it’s our psychic powers at work, but I say it’s us being best bros.”

“Dork.”

“We’re BFFS, besties even... Anyway, we shared a brain cell for a moment there and it made me think we could visit the place together, so I asked Lucas if he wanted to this break.”

“And I asked if he wanted to visit other places too. I like going back home, my world is really peaceful right now so I get to sleep as much as I like and help Dad with the sheep, but I figured traveling other places wouldn’t hurt.”

“I’m taking him at his word so now we’re going to travel until he gets tired of it!.Or until we ran out of vacation days.”

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“Favorite worlds? We haven’t been to many so far but I think Mario’s world will always be special to me. I’m a big fan boy of him after all.”

“Just him?”

“Agh, okay, I’m a big fanboy of a lot of other fighters, I can’t help that. You know they’re all awesome, but Mario is just special to me. Don’t make fun of me for it, isn’t love your favorite thing? Appreciate me loving the other fighters.”

“I do! It’s sweet. You have no trouble showing it, it’s actually quite nice.”

“Okay, okay, you better not be teasing me!” “Promise I’m not. I really do appreciate it. Going back to the question. I think my favorite worlds are going to be the Pokémon world and the Animal Crossing world. Oh! And of course Yoshi’s Island in Mario’s World. It’s been good here. The place is nice and the yoshis are so friendly. They remind me of friends back home”.

[yurozo]

hang & bleed (req)

╔══《⚜》══╗ restaurant au!wesker x gn!reader summary: in the closed ecosystem of a restaurant, wesker is a god and you are nothing more than a humble servant. (1.5k words) tags: blood, religious imagery, no use of y/n, swearing, wesker's a little bit of an asshole, mentions of explicit content. a/n: for the anon who requested this, this honestly just kind of slipped through my hands. the tone is very different from the rest of the writing for the restaurant au, but i wanted to stay true to wesker's characterization. i hope you like it anyways!! see more of the restaurant au!! | 1 | 2 | ╚══《⚜》══╝

Sometimes, you think Wesker is God.

Over eons of evolution, humans perfected the ability of pattern recognition. The brain is wired to organize and explain sense information, extracting formulas for complex ideas to sort them into neat little boxes. Which mushrooms you can eat and which ones will have you foaming at the mouth, coughing out your innards until your corpse is cold on the floor.

When you picture a chair, there’s a certain image that will manifest itself. A flat surface, four legs, a curved back. Wrapped in red velvet, maybe, depending on how you feel that day. People learn through these patterns— you have seen a chair before, you know the attributes of a chair, and you know how a chair works. The more chairs you see in your life, the easier it is for those helpful little synapses to fire those images in quicker intervals.

You know a chair is a chair because you have tested the validity of that claim several times over. Even if it’s a different chair, maybe mahogany wood this time, it’s all conceptually the same thing. 

Sometimes, a chair is a chair, a mushroom is a death sentence, and a God is a man. 

Time to test a theory. 

Wesker appears, no, materializes behind you the second blood pools on your finger. A soft click of his tongue against his teeth is what makes you finally drop the broken shard of glass you hastily tried to pick up off the floor, and now the tile is splattered with red. 

“You’re making a mess,” he’s scolding you, pulling you up by the collar of your now-damaged work shirt. Crimson against grey and plasma against silk. Wesker’s glaring at you through his glasses, like some sad cat he found drenched in the rain. Pitiful and ever-so-eager to please. 

“Sorry,” is all you can mutter, stumbling forward on your feet. The defense is followed by a meager attempt to minimize the damage, shoving the side of your finger to your mouth to lick at the blood. 

He says nothing to your half-hearted apology, turning to rip the first-aid kit off the nearby wall and tearing it open. Ada’s watching too, eyes carefully watching your every movement as her knife flies across the cutting board. Her movements are always fluid and precise, a loud repetitive clacking of the blade cutting through the air as another vegetable meets its inevitable fate. The stems are sorted into neat piles and thrown in the trash, and the heads are quartered to be tossed into a pan. 

Something about her always unnerved you. Ada never disappoints Wesker, not like you. 

Another click of metal hitting wood as your hand is wrenched from your mouth and the alcohol wipe comes swinging down on your cut like a guillotine. The kitchen suddenly feels all too quiet, too separated from the chaos of the front, and even the line cooks fall silent out of respect. Disappointing the boss and making stupid mistakes on the job is a crime punishable by death. 

God is an executioner, a judge, and a manager at the town’s shittiest restaurant. 

“For someone as capable as you are, you would think to know better than pick up glass with bare hands.” 

He’s scolding you again as the bloodied wipe is unceremoniously thrown into the trash. You should feel ashamed, should feel repentant, but you hear the word capable and the soft hum of approval hums through your chest. 

“Didn’t want someone to slip,” you mumble,“I thought it would be fine.”

“It is decidedly not fine.” His voice is stern, but his hands are gentle. A bandaid is pressed onto your finger before you can protest, you’re more than capable of doing it yourself, but Wesker is not a man that can handle refusal. 

“I can see that.” There’s no polite way to tell God no. 

Ada scoffs as he’s dragging you off to the execution room, a small bunker of an office so meticulously organized that it feels like an entirely separate realm from the usual chaos of the restaurant. Folders and well-loved cookbooks litter every shelf, tabbed and colour-coded, and Wesker is still saying nothing as he sits you down in the chair and ceremoniously filters through a pile of paper. Red velvet, like you imagined. 

Sense information can often be distorted. The brain can’t catch up with what the eyes are seeing, or the nerves send the wrong messages, and the visual perception of an object appears larger than normal. When a man is coming towards you from far away, his image on your retina grows bigger and bigger until everything else feels miniscule in comparison. Shelves, desks, stupid servers who fall in love with God. 

Wesker is tripling in size, bleached blonde hair haloed by a shitty fluorescent light that should have been changed months ago, and you suddenly feel very, very small. 

“Incident report.” A paper is shoved in your face. 

You stare up at him for a moment, brow raised in curiosity. “It’s like, a one-inch cut.”

“Regulations,” is his simple answer, spoken like a commandment. “We used the first aid kit, and I don’t want your blood dirtying up my kitchen more than it already has.”

“It was barely a drop.” You know it’s a lie, and he knows it’s a lie. It was a lot more than that, and the tile can attest to it. 

He taps on the paper impatiently, and you get to writing. There’s no comfortable way to hold a pen with a bandage making it slip out of your grip with every slight amount of pressure, and you can only hope he doesn’t wince at your shoddy handwriting. 

Name, date, contact information. Nature of injury, small incision to the right hand. Cause of incident, being an idiot and believing you’re invincible. Before the incident, you accidentally dropped a glass on the ground, and after the incident, Wesker had complimented you. 

“What the hell are you grinning about?” He asks derisively, standing behind you with his arms crossed over his chest. 

You try to tamp the smile down on sheer force alone, but it’s a futile endeavour. “You think I’m capable.”

Wesker sneers. “I think you can do a lot better than this shithole.” 

“You run this shithole.” 

“I didn’t say I deserved better.” Wesker turns to pretend-sort through papers, lining up each edge until they’re perfectly aligned. He’s stalling too, the man who never seemed to fall downwards, fumbling about the small space looking for every imperfection just to avoid looking at you directly. 

Looking directly into the sun causes ultraviolet light to damage the retina, burning the exposed tissue. Factors such as depth perception and sight can be permanently altered, and you wonder if Icarus was blind when he fell from the sky. 

For a man who always seemed to be the smartest in the room, it really is a miracle he’s here, hunched over in a tiny office, wrangling a gaggle of twenty year olds into serving steaks. The more you look at him, the more he looks mortal. Too tight skin stretched over wiry muscles, dark bags pillowing under the eyes. 

You hum. “If I didn’t want to be here, I would just quit.”

The phrase gives him pause, and he finally turns back to you.  “Then quit.”

“Huh,” you say, like the thought of leaving here wouldn’t kill you. There’s an ironic sort of comfort in relying on the mayhem, managed only by the orderly system that the divine enacts. “You know, I dread the day that I wake up every morning just to take the same train line to work, talk to the same boring people, and sit in the same shitty cubicle.”

“People like us,”  he continues, crossing the chasm with all the graceful movement his long limbs will allow. He’s always been a little too thin on the bones, and all you can feel is the cadaverous feeling of his fingers as they grip your chin. “Are at least above office jobs.”

Those synapses start firing up images again, of Wesker leaning down and pressing against you, lifting you up on that perfectly organized desk and scattering those papers onto the floor. Humans developed pattern recognition for survival, and not imagining fucking your boss in his cramped office. 

Now you’re giving yourself away too, the way your eyes immediately flicker down to his mouth. It’s downturned, like it always is; reading Wesker is always about the eyes. They’re still half-hidden underneath those stupid glasses, but you can still see the way they’re watching you all the same. 

It’s an act of rebellion to kiss your boss, a death sentence like mistaking a death-cap for a puffball. You wonder if you should add this to the report, that you grabbed God by the collar and crushed him to your mouth post-incident. 

“You’re not fucking invincible,” he whispers against your lips, squeezing the fat of your cheeks between his fingers. Your lips purse at the force, and he grins at the sight. “Don’t do something stupid like that again.”

That stupid, unbidden smile rears its ugly head again. Sometimes death tastes like chapstick and not iron in your mouth. 

[yurucamp]

hello io! i hope that you're doing well (no stomach ache! or at least a manageable one..). i've been wanting to ask you about your favourite fruits, vegetables, and plants! you drew persimmon fruits recently, which i adore. i'm trying to plan gardening for the next planting season, so i'm asking lots of people. also wanted to thank you for sharing your photography - you've inspired me to take even more photos - i want to see beauty everywhere. hope that you're taking care. stay safe!

hi anon! what a wonderful question... honestly, it would be much easier for me to list the fruits and vegetables i don't like (i hate pineapples and am largely negative towards brussel sprouts). basically any vegetable can be prepared in a scrumptious way, but if i had to choose a handful to subsist off of, it would be radishes, cucumbers, red cabbage, sea buckthorn, endives, oyster mushrooms, pomegranate, figs, good apples (aport, macoun!), honey mandarins... oh, is rhubarb a fruit? i adore rhubarb most of all

as for planting, maybe you're not far north enough for it, but you should plant rhubarb, it's a perfect herald of spring! i also think fresh tomatoes and cucumbers, even if they are the most generic thing to plant, can beat out pretty much anything... i especially like the green zebra cultivar of tomatoes if you can find it, they are yummmmmmy!! and the zucchini conundrum is really a blessing, because they are such a versatile vegetable; lebanese zucchini fritters, georgian zucchini rolls, and any sort of sweet zucchini bread/muffin are all divine

good luck with your garden and thank you so much for the message! i'm so overjoyed to read it and hear that (about the photos); it's easy to feel silly for stopping to take a photo of everything, but i am so much better off for having the ability to preserve and recall the little spontaneous moments of beauty. (my mom beats me in this regard, i can't take a walk with her without losing her and then finding her crouched behind a dumpster trying to capture a photo of textures on the facade of an abandoned building. i have such a respect for her ability to find collage everywhere and i want to carry it into my own life.)

[its-the-allure]

Ten People I'd Like to Get to Know Better!

Thank you for the tag @edieblakewrites and @thusspoketrish and @phoenixortheflame and @sweatersinthesummer

Last song: I think I listened to Doobie Ashtray by Devin the Dude last.

Favourite colours: Red. Red is always the correct answer, unless it's American politics and then please give me blue (or actually, none at all thank you.)

Last book: Honestly I'm not even sure. I've started and not finished a lot of books this year. Nothing seems to stick except Drarry right now. Maybe it was the third book in Sarah J. Maas's Crescent City series?

Last fic: I'm in the middle of quite a few of them since I'm following the Muggle fan fair and always reading something and also listening to something. I believe the last one I finished was Weeds or Wildflowers by lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill), sdk

Last movie: Gosh my brain really doesn't remember things well since having my child... thinking... I can't remember! I don't watch a lot of them, clearly.

Last TV show: I'm in the middle of the second season of Good Omens with my sweetheart and the third season of Heartstopper, so it was one of those.

Sweet, spicy or savoury: I'm a savory girl forever but now I also have a sweet tooth. Give me mushrooms and garlic sauteed in butter, followed by chocolate ice cream please.

Relationship status: Married with two kiddos - one furbaby and one skinpuppy.

Last thing I googled: “how to fold a thule stroller"

Current obsession: Drary ofc. But also my Drarry discord server and all my Drarry friends. You know who you are and ilysm.

Looking forward to: A fic I entered in an anon fest posting. And finally finishing all the WIPs I have at the moment.

Okay I don't know who has already done this but I want to hear from all of you so tagging: @littlewinnow @kamaela @slyssnakes @mallstars @itsphantasmagoria @arminaa8 @sleepstxtic etc etc etc. And anyone who likes filling these out!

[multifandombullshitbabes]

Random Merlin Rewatch: Where a random number generator gives me a season and an episode from BBC Merlin; and then I comment on it as I go.

Today's episode: Season 1 Episode 5 - Lancelot

Before I start, I have to comment that it's quite the fucking coincidence that, even though I'm randomizing the seasons and episodes separately, I've landed an episode right before out last edition of these Random Merlin Rewatch posts. Maybe these generators just really like the early seasons BBC Merlin. Can't blame 'em.

Can't wait to see my boy Lancelot again.

Those mushrooms Merlin is picking look fucking delicious, damn.

Can you imagine you're just chilling, picking mushrooms, and then you look up and there's a huge ass 4 legged bird looking creature just straight up coming straight at you? Jesus fuck. Merlin, my son, you CANNOT catch a break, it's almost impressive.

LANCELOT SCREAMING LMAO

Colin sometimes made the funniest of faces. Merlin looked about to literally shit himself and it made me crack up.

It truly is actually so sweet and brave for Lancelot to just. Do that. Like he just wanted to save Merlin, no questions, no nothing, he's just a good man.

MUSICCCCCCC LET'S GOOOOO

What a horrifying thought that a creature that can fly and takes human might just. Come by where you live. And you just gotta be prepared. Fucking Christ that's scary.

Merlin looks so gorgeous with the light just shining on him like that. Long pretty eyelashes, bright blue eyes, red lips. Motherfucker looks fuckable I can tell you that much.

"The great Arthur" what an interesting thing for Merlin to say, to refer to Arthur like that. Is that what he hears about Arthur? Especially when it comes to his fighting?? That's so funny. Wonder how Arthur feels about that; pride or need to meet up to expectations. Knowing him, probably both.

Gotta say, I love the fashion sense of this random lady here. Simply gorgeous.

Jesus he's so dramatic.

What the fuck is this man doing, just flinging both of his swords around, what the fuck.

Merlin just immediately resorting to lying. Why does he think that resolves everything when it literally never does??

Merlin shaking his head and Lancelot's just. immediate disappointment is so funny to me for some reason. He's just "Yeah, I figured, fuck me, oh well, might as well kill myself-"

LANCELOT IS SO DORKY I LOVE HIM!!!!

Did Uther just straight up create Camelot? I think he did. The first code came because of Uther wanting knights that he could trust, those who had allegiance with him, the nobility. And that's where the first code came from. Uther straight up created Camelot? From scratch? I always assumed he'd inherit from his father, but honestly, the fact that he made Camelot as great as she is by himself makes sense: that's why he never wants it to change unless it's by his own accord, not only because he's King, but because this kingdom is purely his.

Love Lancelot's little leather bracelets: a big thick one on his right arm, and a bunch of thin ones on his left. It's really cute how humans just like to make themselves look prettier or cooler or whatever with anything they've got.

"My father, my mother" implying Lancelot's an only child, since he doesn't mention any siblings dying at the raid.

Love how attached Merlin becomes of Lancelot. I think it's because Merlin can just see, plainly, that Lancelot is a good man. No hidden bullshit about, he's a good person. He knows Lancelot would make an amazing knight, probably better than the assholes he suffers while following Arthur around. That's why he fights so hard to give him what he deserves.

"Homework." yeah, 'cause your famously enrolled in a school, aren't you Merlin?

Merlin literally cannot be fucking subtle to save his life. Everybody just knows he's up in some shenanigan or other.

It's the way that Merlin is doing this almost with the intent of them finding Lancelot out, but much later on, when he's already proven worthy of his role, etc etc. However, Lancelot is right, you can't lie like that and then be a knight, so he knows that if he's found out, they'll kick him out. You have Merlin who knows the rules have to change, not just for his friend but just in general 'cause it's unfair, and then you have Lancelot that knows that it's not a good idea, and they'll be found out, but damn it it's literally what he's been working towards his whole life and, really, Merlin isn't wrong, is he? So even though he knows it won't end well, he'd rather take this little bit than nothing at all.

OUGH GWEN'S HANDS JUST SOOOO CLOSE TO LANCELOT'S BITS MY BOY IS FLUSTERED AS FUCK

I'm not gonna lie, I would've died if I saw Gwen smiling at me on her knees. Jesus Christ, I feel flustered.

AHHHHHH THEY'RE FLIRTINGGGGGG

They're crushing HARD BRO.

"Best seamstress in Camelot." I don't even care if that's just Merlin exaggerating, this is now part of Gwen's character to me.

Lancelot is so awkward and dorky and then he has his smooth moments but it's just because he says what he means, he doesn't even know he's being smooth, please I love him.

AHAHAHAHAHAH ARTHUR SMACKING LANCELOT I FORGOT ABOUT THIS

The little sound Lancelot makes when he comes back from the stables. I'm fucking dead. That's me.

"And the truth before I lose my temper?" underrated Gaius line.

Arthur looks so slutty with that red shirt and red pendant combo.

We don't talk enough about how good the fight choreography can be in BBC Merlin. It looks so REAL, I don't know how else to describe it.

Jesus, Lancelot aimed to kill. Without a helmet, half of Arthur's head would've been cut off. Damn.

Arthur is so dramaticcccccccc

"You set him on a path of your choosing." This is so interesting. Mainly because, the point of saying that, Gaius means that Merlin played God and that he can't change destiny, he can't change everything. Well..... doesn't Kilgarrah literally tell Merlin the exact opposite? In the sense that he always tells Merlin that he's the one who needs to choose the outcome of others, like whether they live or die, which is literally playing God. Doesn't he expect Merlin to shape his own destiny but also the destiny of Arthur and of others, something that never works out and cannot be changed? Yet he always made it seem like he could change the outcome? I'm saying this just with a pit in my stomach that, unknowingly or not, Kilgarrah set Merlin up for a failed task, in the sense that, in him trying to play God and force everybody's destinies, he doomed them all. And I just don't know if Kilgarrah didn't think about that or just didn't care and just placed his bets. He put it all on Merlin, and it ruined everything. Kilgarrah really is the one who killed Arthur, not Mordred, not Morgana, not Merlin. I hope I worded this well.

Interesting that Morgana is wearing the same dress as the first episode, but also a high ponytail, which I can't remember any other time she did.

Oh jesus, it's so weird that Morgana and Arthur are looking at each other like that. I do get it, the king's ward I think would have the expectation of marrying the prince, but it's just sick that Uther just let that grow, knowing what he knows. People would talk about them two. He's hear them. And he'd just what, say "Perhaps they will marry."? Ew, bro.

Not Gwen just heavily hinting that her type is Merlin. But also, are you about that? Considering: Arthur? 'Cause girl, you love that man. (and also Morgana, but it's not canon or whateverrr). Anyways, Gwen's type is: heart of gold. Now, is that heart obscured by anything? Like some defensive and prickly walls? Maybe. But it's still there.

Merlin and Gwen having girl talkkkkkkkkkk

Merlin and Lancelot at the VERY VERY least cuddled on that tiny little bed, didn't they? (they snogged too, but shhhh)

Well, that was short lived.

Lancelot is stronger than me, I would've started sobbing. Not even to get away for the crime, I'd just be so embarrassed and distraught, bro.

Oh, the fact that Arthur called Uther "Sire", ohhhh he wants to get on his good graces so bad to maybe save Lancelot.

"How can you trust a man who's lied to you?" by understanding any layers of his decision. By understanding why he did it. And only then can you make a true and complete judgement of his lie.

Lancelot is just. A good person. To a fault, I imagine, I personally think he's not truly always present, like in the moment, always either thinking of the past or future or just living day by day, unaware of really anything. It makes him a bit idealistic, but also quick to be realistic/pessimistic once he's brought back down to earth. He hasn't had a home since childhood so he never feels like he belongs anywhere. It's why it's so easy for him to leave. And while he never expects anything from anyone, he craves it so much; but once he receives it, he'll take any indication he doesn't deserve it and accept without question and just move on to the next. He doesn't think he's worth fighting for, so he doesn't advocate for himself. But he'll always advocate for others, if he has them. It's what he would want other's to do for him.

The fact that things only recorded in myth or legend are just. Walking about. Chilling.

I wonder how Bradley trained for the "ON ME!" screams he does. They're immaculate, but I bet training for it must be so fucking goofy.

It's a stunning creature, though, ngl.

It's the way that Arthur is, canonically, only 20 years old right now. He turns 21 in ep 9. He's literally my age. Jesus fucking Christ.

Well finally the guards are good for something.

One thing I'll always appreciate about Bradley's acting? He WILL look like he's exerting himself. His cheeks will be puffed out, he is inhaling and exhaling, he is pursing his lips in concentration, he is doing the WORK.

Uther is so fucking stubborn. How terrifying it must be for Arthur to know that in an hour or two, him and his knights are marching to what is, most likely, their deaths? He KNOWS they're weapons are useless. And yet he can't defy his king, his father. How fucking scary it must be to be the prince and to just have to maybe die for your father, the king? What the fuck??

Oh the things Gaius says about Merlin :((( they care about each other so much.

Oh yes, Arthur, we know YOU need Lancelot, you've looked down at his exposed hair chest twice now.

What a homoerotic charged scene. They need to bang at least once. Don't know if it would resolve anything, but at least it'd get them off.

Gaius trying to be so supportive, ough.

Gwen's father is still alive, do they not live together? Lancelot just barged in and there's no Tom in sight. Does he sleep at the forge? Actually. He just might.

Oh the music is GORGEOUS, hello???

Love how Gwen went straight to Merlin, she knows he'll do something about it. She doesn't know what to do, but she knows Merlin will at least try something. I feel like it's moments like these where it shows thar Gwen just always knew that somehow Merlin would solve things, and where she starts to suspect Merlin is truly very special. Maybe not "he has magic", not right away, but that there's just something about him.

Lancelot literally looks like the coolest knight ever bro. Most knight knight to ever knight.

Props to Lancelot for not freaking the fuck out when his lance just starts fucking glowing out of nowhere. I guess he's busy looking eye to eye with the griffin.

OUGHHH THE BOYS ARE SO CUTE, THEY'RE SO HAPPY IT ALL WORKED OUT!!! LOOK AT MERLIN GEEKING OUT I LOVE IT!! AND LANCELOT JUST LOOKS SO STARSTRUCK

AHHHHH ARTHUR JUST SO EXCITED FOR LANCELOT!!! The way he said his name so softly, ough...... He's not gonna stop thinking about Lancelot for a LONG time, huh.

Oh, I love when the episode has so many happy moments like these :))) tugs at my heartstrings in the best way.

"I see you feel strongly about this Arthur." I just know Uther knows about Arthur's bisexuality bro, ain't no way.

It's the way that Merlin and Arthur just. share so many views in common. Makes me bonkers. I wonder how many amazing discussion they could've had if they ever felt truly comfortable in talking about such sensitive topics, and with Merlin hiding so much of who he is.

Uther watching Lancelot leave knowing he's literally all a knight is supposed to be. But then, it's not as easy to command them when they have such set morals. He knows Lancelot stands for what is right and THAT is a problem: he needs knights that stand for Uther, not for what is right. But he can recognize that Lancelot is a worthy man of it.

Also Arthur's heartbroken face. Yeah, Lancelot is gonna live rent free in his mind for a while. He'll never admit it though. Duh.

Oh Morgana speaks to Gwen so softly. The way she says her name??? Jesus fuck.

It's the way that they let him have a Pendragon red cloak at also armor? Hello???? That's a full knight riding out of Camelot bro. Now I'm thinking of the hilarious concept that Gwen was looking at the wrong guy-

Not Morgana doing an Arthur when she gets jealous: make Gwen take her mind off of things with work. She says it much kinder because that's just what Gwen deserves, but it's the same technique. Don't think about that other person, go do something for me instead.

And done!!! Fuck yeah brother

[typingcorgi]

unexpected (part ii of a three-part series)

gif by @joelmjller

read part i here

rating: e (minors, please shoo. you will be blocked) word count: 4k pairing: joel miller x f!reader warnings: teacher!reader, pre-outbreak timeline, canon divergent timeline, hint of vague age difference (if he's 36 I'm thinking like the reader is 5-10 years younger but honestly insert whatever age you want), fingering, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), protected p in v sex (yay for responsible joel), praise kink makes brain go brrr, porn with plot, soft-ish!joel, no use of y/n story summary: a one-night stand with a handsome stranger doesn't go as planned. chapter summary: you invite joel to your place. you both know why he's there. author's notes: this is actually going to be a three-parter, not a two-parter, lol. sorry. thanks to my lovely friend @magpie-to-the-morning for your support in developing this chapter! no apocalypse, yay! this is part one of a multi-part series. excited to get this new ball rolling. this is just going to be a fun romp away from the mushroom zombies, okay? have fun getting yours ;) and as always, please feel free to reblog or leave a comment! your feedback is so very appreciated.

There is nothing quite like a Friday night attached to a three-day weekend. With Columbus Day right around the corner, you have the next seventy-two hours to do quite literally, whatever the fuck you want. For the first time in weeks, school is the last thing on your mind.

And apparently, you’re the last thing on Joel’s mind. You gave him your number a week ago, and even though you know three days is the average length of time before your date gets in touch with you again—can you even call your debauched bathroom rendez-vous a date?—not getting so much as a message on your voicemail has you a little freaked out.

Okay, a lot freaked out.

You’d written your number down on a napkin. He could have lost said napkin in the middle of Austin’s city streets, and now, a total stranger has your information. Just fucking great.

You kick off your shoes as you pull yourself out of your fabricated daydream—more like a nightmare. As you move through your apartment, you don’t waste a goddamn minute. You unclasp your bra beneath your shirt, pulling the straps from your shoulders and sliding them down your arms before tossing the garment into the hamper.

Maybe it’s better Joel hasn’t called. You can totally picture yourself just holing up in your apartment for the next three days and calling in delivery every night after running downtown to the nearest Blockbuster and renting a couple of cheesy romantic comedies. The guy behind the counter knows you’ve rented How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days at least three times since it’d been released on DVD, and that fact is only mildly embarrassing.

Still, your job forces you to be a creature of habit. Days like last Friday night, hooking up in public restrooms—that’s not your norm. Your feet are killing you. Sometimes you just need a weekend that demands very little of your attention or energy outside of the four walls of your bedroom.

By 9:30, you’re in your pajamas with a glass of red on your bedside table. The TV is playing a rerun of some new reality dating show—you think it’s called The Bachelor, but honestly, you tuned in during the middle of the episode, so you’re not sure. Your bed is your fucking safe haven. There are stacks of students’ essays in your tote bag abandoned on a kitchen chair, but you know damn well you took them home to only pretend to grade them. 

You’re good and settled in your bed before the tune of your cellphone ringtone chimes from the living room. You nearly trip over your own feet scrambling out of bed to race to it (but no, you’re not even the slightest bit desperate, here), and the caller ID reflects a number not registered in your address book.

It sends a little shock of anxiousness through you, a flash of adrenaline as your stomach drops, but you hit the pick-up button, taking the call.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” a low voice rumbles from the other end of the phone, and immediately, you know who it is.

Holy shit. He actually called.

“Wow,” you breathe, your tone somewhere between vulnerability and flirtatiousness. “And here I thought you totally forgot about me.”

Joel chuckles on the other end of the line. “No, nothing like that. Just been workin’ like a dog all damn week. Either that or I’ve been taking care of my kid. Or she’s been taking care of me. Sometimes I don’t know the dif—”

He cuts himself off with a laugh, and you giggle softly into the receiver, because was Joel this charming when you met him last weekend?

“I just mean, I finally got a moment to myself is all,” Joel finishes. “Figured I’d get in touch.”

“I’m glad you did,” you confess, sinking into the comfortable cushions of your loveseat. You kick your legs across the arm of it, suddenly feeling like a freshman girl talking to her senior crush before the big homecoming game. Even though you’ve barely started conversing, your heart is absolutely racing, anticipating the questions he might ask you, the plans you might make. It’s entirely too late for a dinner date, and you’re not sure Joel would even want a commitment as serious as sharing a meal with you, but there’s a small part of your naivete that remains hopeful. If Joel had been looking for a one-night stand, why had he asked you for your number?

“Yeah, well, I’ve bored you with enough details of my week,” he says, and it’s as though you can hear the smile in his voice. “How’d yours go?”

“Good,” you say, trying to think of more interesting ways to elaborate on your one-note response. “I mean, as good as teaching high school students on a Friday before a long weekend could possibly go. They either have too much energy or not enough.”

Joel laughs at that. “That’s right. Supermodel moonlighting as a teacher. I get it.”

“You’re cute,” you laugh.

“So’re you.”

You blush. You fucking blush. Joel might have admitted to being out of the dating scene for a while, and even if his comments are simple and somewhat predictable, he’s got some serious charm.

At some point in the conversation, Joel confesses he’s alone for the evening. His daughter is at a sleepover—she’s a good kid, so if she wants to stay at a friend’s house on a Friday night here and there, I’m not one to protest—and you’re alone with nothing but your mostly-empty wine glass and your Nokia 3310, beeping intermittently to signal that your battery is going to die.

There’s a pause in the conversation as you internally debate your next move: continue to engage in slightly awkward small talk, as though he hadn’t completely rocked your world seven days earlier, or the option you’re leaning towards: invite him over. Hadn’t Joel been angling for this exchange to end up that way, anyway? His daughter isn’t home tonight, so there’s no reason for him to be home himself.

“You should come over,” you offer, suddenly sounding a hell of a lot less cool than you had moments earlier when you’d flirted.

The fluster is contagious. Even if this is secretly what both of you had hoped for, what both of you sort of expected, Joel is just as nervous as you. “Y—yeah,” he stammers, and it sounds like he needs to fight to find the word in the back of his throat. “Definitely. Uh, what’s your address?”

Joel knows where you live. Well, he knows the area. He says he used to pass your street every morning when he’d drop off his daughter off at school, back when she was in third or fourth grade. The notion of him waving goodbye to an eight-year-old and telling her he loves her and hopes she has a great day at school makes your heart absolutely squeeze. A part of you wants to forgo your in-person booty call for a round of phone sex because you’re fucking wet from that vision alone, but instead, you tell him you’ll see him soon and end the call.

You take a deep breath and let it sink in. Joel is coming over to your apartment tonight. There’s a half-full glass of pinot noir on your bedside table, a mess of dishes in the sink, not to mention, you look like a total mess. Your pajamas are more functional than they are sexy, your hair is falling every which way, and your eyes are probably tired. It’s been a long week, and there are some things that even the promise of great sex can’t immediately resolve—like your current energy levels.

Fuck it. You plug your phone into its charger and hurry toward the bathroom, readying yourself for your visitor.

Within fifteen minutes, you’ve changed into a pair of jeans and a tank top (you don’t plan on wearing it long, anyway, but there’s something too comfortable about opening the door in fleece polka dot pants). Your hair is tamed and you’ve even applied a respectable amount of makeup; just enough to appear as though your job hasn’t completely zapped the life from you over the past week.

You’ve just finished tidying up when there’s a ring at your doorbell. You buzz Joel in, and you can hear his footsteps making their way up the flight of stairs from the ground floor to yours. Every step causes your heart to beat quicker, the anticipation to bubble beneath your skin, and you wonder if it’s the same for him, too.

He knocks at your door and you immediately smile when you see him.

“Hi,” you say.

“Hello, darlin’.”

You stand there for a moment, catching sight of all the little traits that’d caused you to draw to him in the first place. The crinkles around his eyes, tired and friendly, the bit of gray found in an otherwise patchy brown beard, the broadness of his shoulders beneath a worn denim shirt.

And the fucking pet name, god. Joel is so fucking smooth and he doesn’t even realize it. Or maybe he does and you’re a damn fool. Either way, it works, and you welcome him inside without another hesitation, closing the door behind him.

You offer him the only alternative to wine you have in your place—beer—and he accepts both the bottle and its opener. You try not to be mesmerized by the sight of his hands maneuvering over the bottle cap or the sight of his lips as he takes a swig, and when he tells you you’ve got a nice place here, you have to ask him to repeat it because you haven’t entirely heard what he’s said.

“Your place,” he repeats, one side of his lips curving into a slight smirk. “It’s nice. You know how to decorate.”

“Yeah,” you say, and it sounds like something caught between a laugh and a gasp. Joel is approaching you, placing the beer on your countertop while he corners you in, his hands placed on the edge of the counter on either side of your hips.

“You know, not that I wouldn’t enjoy talkin’ over a drink with you, but if that was all we were in for, I’d take you out somewhere,” he rumbles. You swallow nothing but air, your face growing hot as Joel’s gaze falls to meet your eyes, then your lips.

“Yeah,” you repeat as you nod.

“Yeah,” he echos with a chuckle. “Is that all you’re gonna say to me tonight?”

“No,” you say, and you feel like a bona fide idiot. Joel’s index finger curves beneath your chin, tilting your face up toward his.

“I’m gonna make you sing tonight, baby girl,” he murmurs, and then his lips are on yours.

You push your weight off the edge of the counter, winding your arms around Joel’s neck while his hands hold the flesh of your hips. The man is made out of electricity, suddenly shocking you to life and warming your blood. You part your lips while he kisses you, giving him permission to search your mouth as you lead him to your bedroom step for step.

The television is still on when you step into the room, only the faint golden light of your bedside lamp illuminating the space within the four walls. Joel pulls away to catch his breath and you rush to locate the remote.

“Should I be flattered you chose spendin’ time with me over watchin’ The Bachelor?” Joel teases as you turn off the TV.

“Shut up,” you laugh, and then you’re on him again. Your hands find the top button of his shirt, steadily unfastening each so that you’re free to push the garment down his shoulders and arms. It’s the first time you’ve seen him like this, exposed to you, chest rising and falling with each breath. It nearly knocks the air from your lungs. It’s not like it’s a new realization, of course, but…Joel is sort of gorgeous. He’s staring right back at you and you can tell he’s searching for some sort of quip or teasing remark, but nothing comes. Instead, he’s leveling the field when he reaches for the hem of your tank top, and you raise your arms to facilitate him.

Both shirts and your bra are abandoned on the floor of your bedroom. Joel lays you onto your bed and fucking worships your tits, tonguing one pert nipple while his hand roams and kneads the other breast. He’s gentle, maybe a little clumsy, but eager. Eager to taste you, to explore you, to map out the path of your form and learn what makes you gasp and moan.

And you do. You fucking do. You whine as your fingers take hold of the back of his head while he lingers on your breast, teeth grazing against the flesh of one before turning his attention toward the other.

“Singin’ for me already, huh?” Joel asks, voice deep. Your hands fumble with the buckle of his belt, unfastening the leather from around his hips before you unbutton his jeans. He doesn’t appear to be in any rush, though. Joel’s focus remains on your chest; his hands have a gentle hold on the side of your ribs and you arch your back as you whimper his name, furthering his access to your body.

“I need to—I need to feel you more,” you confess. “I want to—”

“So do I,” he interrupts you, as though he’s read your mind. Whatever it is you want, Joel wants it, too, even if he’s more willing to take his time, more willing to drag it out—a welcome change from the circumstances of last weekend.

His lips trail from the underside of your breast down your abdomen, lingering at the skin just above the button of your jeans. Joel’s gaze meets yours and you nod, hoping you don’t appear too desperate or frantic, though you’d be completely unsurprised if that’s how you look.

Nimble fingers unfasten the button and pull your jeans down and off your legs, the black thong you’d chosen earlier that night going with them. Joel ascends your body once more, but catches you off guard when he takes one of your pillows and slides it beneath your tailbone.

“Been thinkin’ about this all week,” he murmurs as his index and middle fingers collect the wetness at your center. The half-smirk he’d given you earlier returns and you lick your lower lip in anticipation, breath catching in the back of your throat. 

“From the looks of it,” Joel adds. “So have you.”

“Yeah,” you admit. “Yeah, I have.”

Your eyes roll back when Joel slides one digit inside of you to the knuckle. He curls his finger, finding the spot that’d driven you wild the last time you were together. Joel’s deep eyes are half-lidded, his expression one that exists between complete satisfaction and needing more. 

Needing more of you. To feel you writhe and wriggle beneath him, to taste you, to feel the hot clench of your cunt against his own body.

He kisses your mouth while slipping in a second finger, finding a rhythm with his hands to prime you, ready you for the rest of the evening. You groan, your eyes rolling back even further than before. 

“F—fuck, you feel good,” you breathe while he tongues the salt from your neck.

“You do too,” Joel hums in response. “But I wanna know how you taste.”

If Joel had been taking his time before, he wastes none of it now. He immediately seeks your clit, lips securing around it while he suckles and tastes you. He stays just like that for a while before his mouth finds the slick between your folds, and Joel pushes deeper, groaning at your flavor. 

Your hands claw into the bedsheets while he feasts on you. It feels as though Joel is the only damn thing that can bring you pleasure like this. Every tremble of your body beneath his mouth, every tense of the muscle in your thighs like you mean to crush his head between them—it’s entirely too much. You inhale sharply as Joel holds your thighs in his strong hands, pushing them apart to give himself unfettered access to your body. You can’t hide from him, and what’s more, Joel doesn’t want you to. He embraces you. He drinks you down.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he mutters against your skin, pulling back for only a moment to catch his breath. “Seein’ you like this. I wanna feel you, baby. I want you to come on my tongue.”

You can’t find any words to offer him in response. You just whine, one hand gripping his messy hair while you pull him toward your core, urging him to continue, to let you finish. And you do. Joel lets you with the last several strokes of his tongue, stroking your clit while his fingers curl and pulse inside of you.

You’re a mess. You’ve soaked you both, and when Joel rises from his spot between your legs, he catches your lips against his. They’re soft, glimmering with evidence of your desire, and you you taste your own flavor sitting on his tongue.

“Shit,” you pant against his mouth. You’re still catching your breath, letting the muted colors of the room before you fall into view as you come down from your peak. Joel chuckles to himself as he kisses the edge of your jaw.

“You liked that?” He asks, and you’d think he was being a wiseass if he hadn’t sound so genuine.

“Mhm,” you hum, kissing him again.

—

It’s sudden, the way the tables have turned.

You’ve got Joel on his back now. He’d only gotten up to fetch the condom from his jeans’ pocket, but once he rejoined you in bed, you’d pushed him down, thrilling in the tiny pleasure of getting him beneath you.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he repeats, staring up at you as you straddle his hips. “Fuck, I got lucky tonight. In more ways than one.”

You swat his arm playfully, leaning forward to nibble at his earlobe while one hand seeks out his cock. You’d thought the comedown from immensely satisfying oral sex might satisfy your need for him, but you’d been so fucking wrong.

“I’m going to make you sing,” you whisper in his ear, soft and knowing. Joel groans in response while you sink onto his cock, gradually allowing yourself to fully take him inside of you.

“Fuck,” you hiss. “Fuck, you’re huge.”

“You can take it, baby,” Joel encourages you, his fingers pressed into your hips. “I know you can. I’ve seen you do it.”

You whine as your hips begin to rock, and Joel matches your movements. You’d demand that you’d do all the work right now but fuck, the way he hits your body just like that is not something you have the ability nor the desire to protest.

He fills you and suddenly the whole world makes sense. He fills you and you’re not sure how you managed to endure the last week without him. Every thrust of his hips, every moan that falls from his perfect lips, every squeeze of his fingertips against your body is only further cause for you to become nearly addicted to it.

He watches you as your move in time with each other, as your breasts bounce to the rhythm you’ve set for each other. He grounds his weight into one broad palm, pushing himself up so that he’s sitting upright beneath your body. He lets you continue to ride him while he fucks you underneath your form, teeth grazing against the gentle curve of your chin.

It’s sudden, the way the tables have turned. And without much warning, they promptly turn back. 

“So good,” he growls. “You gonna gimme another one? I know you have it in you.”

Your eyes squeeze shut as you nod, a desperate little wail escaping your mouth. Joel’s chuckle quickly turns into a moan as your walls clench and flutter around the hard line of his cock. He fucks you through it anyway, maintaining the pace you’ve built together.

“Good girl,” he rumbles in praise. “That’s my good fuckin” girl.”

Joel says that, and it’s all over. Joel says that, and you tumble over the crest he’s forged for you. You come and he continues to fuck you through the aftershocks. You shatter and he kisses your temple and tells you to go a little longer and you do. You fucking do. You might follow Joel to the ends of the goddamn earth if he asked that of you.

His forehead braces against yours while he meets his own edge. Your name is a groan in the back of his throat when he comes and it just might be the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard.

He hisses as you slide off of him, your bodies sweaty and sticky and warm, and a part of you thinks he’s immediately going to leave. A part of you thinks he’s going to grab his clothes and his keys and tell you he’ll call you again soon and you fear he never will.

It’s a fucking shame, how quickly you pull yourself from the supposed afterglow.

Joel’s breathing is labored but he kisses you despite it, his hand coming up to run through your messy head of hair.

He holds you in your own bed. Your back is flush against his chest while he asks you questions about your life: how long have you lived in Austin? How long have you been a teacher? What’s your favorite book to teach? The softness of it causes your heart to squeeze while you share the answers with him.

You’re just about to reciprocate his questions with some of your own before a ringtone sounds, but this one doesn’t belong to your phone.

“Sorry,” Joel apologizes as he releases his hold on you, sliding out of bed. He pulls on his jeans, grabbing his phone from his back pocket before he takes the call.

You sit up, listening to one end of the conversation, and surmise it’s Joel’s daughter. His tone is gentle, reassuring, and it only furthers the pleasant ache in your chest. Until this point, you’ve only heard anecdotes of Joel’s adventures in fatherhood but never witnessed him engage in it.

He ends the call with a brief see you soon, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

“Was that your daughter?” You ask, sitting up.

“Yeah,” he says, swiping his shirt off your bedroom floor. “She was supposed to be stayin’ over a friend’s house, but they got in a fight and she asked me to pick her up. I don’t ask questions, I don’t have the brains to figure out…girl drama, but I gotta go.”

“Of course,” you say, and you’re not at all taken aback at his sudden leave. No, if Joel needs to get his daughter, that’s obviously paramount to pillow talk. There are no questions as he pulls on his boots and you pull your top overhead and your jeans over your legs.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes at your door. You shake your head and dismiss it immediately.

“Don’t apologize,” you assure him. “Please. Go get her.”

He kisses your cheek and gives your hand a little squeeze, and you revel in how it completely eclipses the size of your own.

“I’ll call you soon,” he tells you before he leaves.

Your apartment is quiet without him. You know you’ll replay the night in your head before you fall asleep, but before you do, you decide to prepare your apartment for a productive Saturday morning.

You prepare a pot of coffee, programming the machine to start brewing promptly at eight o’clock the next day. You toss the remaining wine from your glass and drain Joel’s beer down the sink, dumping the empty bottle into your recycling bin. You take your stack of essays from your tote, leaving them neatly on your kitchen table alongside a case full of newly-purchased gel pens. You know the version of you who wakes up tomorrow will be grateful for the care and preparation you’ve taken right now, to ready yourself for a productive morning.

The first essay in your stack belongs to Sarah Miller.

[frozen-snowflakesandsunflowers]

Frozen nods/ Easter eggs in Wish

Now I had to make this post because initially many people thought it was the new Frozen but it's nothing like Frozen in its own good way. But I wanted to point out a few things that I thought were inspiration from Frozen. And that's given because Jennifer Lee is part of this movie too.

Note : This is not meant for comparison as to which is better as people have different opinions nor is it a who is better in characters either. Take this as Frozen Easter eggs if you must.

Queen Elsa and Queen Amaya

The thing I noticed is the similarities between Elsa's main icy blue iconic dress (In Frozen and the end of Frozen 2) and Amaya's gown and their personalities too. Queen Amaya is portrayed with a long braid, an off the shoulder dress with a layered middle slit on the skirt, a triangular or pointed waistline and two long see through capes and not too mention the pointed ends of the sleeves. Plus both are Queens. The skirt also has an upwards pointed design like Elsa's fifth spirit gown. Now I'm not saying this is a bad thing but just that it was clear Elsa was her inspiration for her character. She also has similar poses to Elsa as seen below and her personality is calm and modest as a Queen. If Frozen kept Elsa's fifth spirit necklace from the concept art then that'd be another similarity with both of them wearing necklaces/ pendants.

Amaya's design is honestly a very beautiful design and really gets me just excited for what Elsa's attire will be for Frozen 3 and 4. I'm just in awe of the dress structure too. I'm currently working on possibilities for that with Elsa's most iconic dress and her fifth spirit dress combining to one.

Hans and Simon

The other thing that I thought could be a nod and tease was to Hans with Simon. In my Wish review (previous post) I mention the good and bad sides to Simon's...

Spoilers below!!

... betrayal. In Wish, Simon betrays his friends and hands in Asha then the other friends. His friends call him a betrayer (I think it was). Then at the end after Magnifico is defeated, Simon apologizes to Asha. It was kind of a twist but I kinda saw it coming from the beginning and honestly not as good as Hans' twist despite him being the real villain of the movie and Simon not. In Frozen 2, everyone basically calls Hans a betrayer after he betrays the kingdom and Anna. But why I think this may be a possible hint of Hans' redemption in the upcoming Frozen movies, is because Simon apologizes too. Before I expand on that Simon does look like Hans with the shade of red hair too. But I know Hans won't be redeemed in the same way if he returns but I'm just saying it's possible that it's a hint by Jennifer (I know Hans fans would like to disagree but hear me out please) because I'm sure she has a sense of the story at the time of writing this.

I don't think it's right to compare Hans with Magnifico because they're nothing alike. Magnifico is self centered and loves power, in the magical and throne sense. Though Hans' movies appear as stealing the throne, if we read is backstory in 'A Frozen Heart' book, with the abuse by his brothers and father with no love or place it's kind of justifiable. Hans isn't self centered and wants the best for Arendelle even if it means killing Elsa to end this winter. Magnifico is a villain villain. Hans' has potential for redemption.

I know it's crazy but speaking of crazy...

“I/ We love crazy”

There's also a nod to Hans' “I love crazy” quote with Asha saying that talking animals and nature is crazy to which the talking mushrooms reply “We love crazy”. I loved it.

Just follow the string

Also I guess you could say, or at least I take the red string used by Star as a nod to Frozen Fever with Elsa using a red string to guide Anna to her birthday tour of presents around the castle and kingdom for Anna.

Valentino/ Star and Sven/ Olaf

With Valentino being the goat pet and Star being the magical creation born, it reminds me of Sven and Olaf. Valentino has a mischievous... I guess you could say.. personality and has a low/ deep voice. Sven doesn't talk but Kristoff makes his own voice deeper and humorous to do so. Star is a magical creation born out of a wish Asha, the protagonist, makes. He also has a humourous touch to him and a bit of nativity to him given he was just born. Olaf is the snowman Elsa, one of the protagonists, creates out of a subconscious desire to want to be free with her powers and feelings to create a snowman. Like Star he is funny, cute and is naïve at times. Not to mention both duos are chaotic and fun together and are males.

If I've missed any please do let me know and I'll edit it here! Hope you enjoyed Wish if you've watched it and enjoy Frozen's upcoming 10th anniversary while looking forward to Frozen 3 and 4!

[not-a-snowman]

Lil disappointed with the end of Sozo’s quest line. Like, I’m psyched that he’s a follower now and I think the lore implications are cool it’s just… dang they went and stripped away the best parts of his design!

I feel like the personality shift is a LOT but honestly I’m cool with Sozo being a scholarly old man, I think there’s some charm to be found there! I think him being a doctor is neat!

But when he lost the mushroom he lost all the neat little pops of red in his design! He clearly wasn’t designed in such a way to look interesting and distinct without the mushrooms, those were his most eye catching quality. I kinda wish he got something new to better reflect his new personality. I’ve seen drawings of him with antenna that honestly elevate the look a lot in my mind.

I kinda wish he was like, less of a tired old man and more of a cackling mad scientist type. It would be less of a departure from his old personality and could give his new visuals better direction.

Right now I’m just wishing he was a bit more distinct.

[moonstruckdraws]

Meet Sage!

A mushroom yokai based on the Bleeding Fairy Helmet (Mycena haematopus) & Luci's partner!

Her design; I feel like her design is what you'd expect from a mushroom character, with the bellcap on the head & such. I gave her stubbed feet cuz she's a fungus & they don't got any feet lol. I also gave her that indent some mushrooms have on her cap for fun.

Bleeding Fairies are common in NA & EU, but are also found in Japan & Venezuela, & I'll take any reason to draw clothing from Japan. So I gave her a haori with simple designed sleeves. Keepin it simple & honestly it looked better with the design only on the sleeves (& I don't have the sanity to draw a complex design every time but maybe one day).

I am EXTREMELY happy with her hair because I used the gills (underside of the cap) of the mushroom to round out & look like bangs! And I'm happy with it because it looks cute lol

Sage is from the Mushroom Forest, while the forest itself is not a living environment for other yokai, it is her home. She used to reside near Mermaid Lagoon; away from the Battle Nexus as criminals & thugs tended to hang around the outskirts (like what Raph & the Mud Dogz did) Currently though, Sage is living in Witch Town.

Alright, her biology (don't expect it to be 100% accurate to the actual mushroom lol)

The Bleeding Fairy Helmet is called as such because when damaged, it'll emit a deep red color like blood. While I did cover her in bandages, I swear she's not fragile. She's actually quite sturdy & literally thick skinned (despite being a thin-stemmed mushroom).

She's got chompers!! Little piranha she is. I gave her chompers because she's a mushroom which are decomposers. She loves any edible plants and can/will eat tree bark. While Bleeding Fairies aren't said to be poisonous, it's recommended not to eat them due to possible toxins they produce. So, I made it so she's immune to other toxins & has high resistance to poison & venom (though not invulnerable).

I think yokai naturally emit mystic energy or just have an aura of potential energy, so Sage's mystic energy would spawn fungi when she walks on special soils full of mystic energy. This always happens on the soil in the Mushroom Forest & can be a compass to where lots of mystic energy is.

Bleeding Fairies are a bioluminescent mushroom, but with very weak bioluminescence. I of course did not follow that, nor made it the biologically correct glowing color, because it's more fun. I love blue bioluminescence & it contrasts her reds. Haven't really decided on which hue of blue, but i'll figure it out lol. Anyway, she glows automatically when it is dark. It's of the brightness of lava lamps, but she can dim her glow but never fully off. She also glows sometimes, at a less intense level, when feeling strong emotions (mainly sadness or surprise)

As said before, Sage now lives in Witch Town. Though her reasons for moving are unknown, she adapts quite well in the area. Though she many stays in her home, she enjoys strolling around the Hidden City & trying new things.

She works as one of Witch Town's herbalists & studies medicine and plants. She is still technically in training as she learns to a bit of magic from her mentor & expanding her mystic powers.

Sage gains possession of a cloaking brooch from her mentor as a gift for her dedication & because of her interest of the surface world. (I have not designed this yet, but maybe this weekend lol). She doesn't carry it on her person constantly, only when planning to make trips up to the surface.

[murder-cookie-dust393]

I've been waiting for a series like this! And now I wanna add on to the "Yandere Cookie Apocalypse"!

Imagine: the Cookies Of Darkness kidnapping The reader (I could name a million reasons why they would do this but I'm lazy) And the more they interact with MC, the more they get consumed by the obsession effect.

But then... they realized their obsession with MC involved one-another and they aren't very keen on sharing MC. If one of them directly brought this up and told them to back off I wonder what would happen, hopefully no fight 😅.

(I'm also using this as an excuse to get some C.O.D content)

Tw: mention of kidnapping and violence, glorification

Pomegranate and Licorice I think would be the most defensive after hearing about each other’s obsession.

And maybe Red Velvet too-

It either one tried to take MC for themselves, it would just be whole war-

Red Velvet would blame Pomegranate and Licorice for their intentions of trying to use or hurt MC (which is untrue for licorice, Pomegranate…depends)

He’s very protective of MC and cares more about it they’ll be safe and well rather than his own selfishness.

Pomegranate would try to glorify herself as more loyal to MC than the others. She paints herself as someone who would devote herself to MC no matter what, even for the cost of her own ambitions. (Which is honestly just her bickering she’s better)

Licorice? He’s- he’s just honestly a self-conscious awkward mf that wants MC to cling to. But he would never admit that for his own pride- so he’s actually most likely to attack other than Red Velvet.

He also likes to bicker with Pomegranate that he’s more loyal than she is because he “genuinely loves MC in a way Pomegranate is too cold-hearted for”

…

Poison Mushroom literally doesn’t give a single fuck about the fight and wants to be held by MC since they’re literally a little kid. They see MC as a parental figure more than anything, so they don’t care if one cookie gets the other, because they know they’ll be allowed to see them. So Poison Mushroom gets all the attention while the others fight.

Dark Choco- I think even with his cursed sword (before he leaves the group entirely) wouldn’t go straight to violence or aggression. Instead he’s the quiet one who watches everyone fight. When there’s a perfect opening, he’ll subtly steal MC away, and leaves the group. (Might take the mushroom child with him lmao)

Dark Enchantress doesn’t care for the fighting either, but if one of the cookies try to steal MC for themselves, she might get a bit pissed. She’ll straight up demand MC or use total violence. There’s no in between.

[zodarii-dae]

this idea has been rotating in my brain for weeks but i just now finished it. so here you go.

we all know how the winners all have a celestial body. grian is the sun, scott is the stars (i honestly think it would fit better with the rest of this if he was one specific star or even constellation but that's a post for another day), pearl is the moon, and martyn is neptune (i've seen people put him as mars but cmon guys. he's a mean gill. he's gotta be the planet named for the god of the sea). that's all well and good.

but what if we assigned stuff to the rest of the people in the top three?

second place are plants. they get the light from the sky, but haven't quite reached the heavens.

scar is a purple hyacinth. i chose these for a couple reasons; the first being the greek myth. in the myth, apollo kills his lover, hyacinthus, with a discus, and turned his blood into the flower. (there's a bit more to it than that, so i recommend reading up on it!). i chose purple both as a reference to the lilacs he gave grian, and because purple hyacinths mean seeking forgiveness.

ren is red ivy. ivy represents devotion and loyalty, which i think fits him really well. i chose red as both a reference to the red king, and a nod to the red mushrooms that grew around the fairy fort.

scott is a laurel tree. i was thinking about the myth of daphne, who turned into a laurel tree running away from apollo (damn, two apollo myths in one post?), who was trying to get with her. laurels are a symbol of victory, so they're also a reference to him being a winner.

impulse is a forget-me-not. forget-me-nots represent respect, and a promise to remember someone. they're also the color of the sky, which is a nod to skynet.

third place are rocks and stones. hidden below the earth, so close yet so far from the light of the sky.

bdubs is blue sandstone. it looks like the night sky, the way the face of the clock did. he betrayed impulse for scar, who lived in the sandlands.

martyn is amethyst. the purple color is the one most associated with the watchers, and this game is where all the watcher lore really starts. it's also used for spyglasses, which were the southlands symbol.

martyn is also rubellite. not much to say on this one, the color just reminds me of his bleeding heart.

scott is serpentine. it's commonly found in ocean ridges, and scott was of course a mean gill. it's also green, like seaweed, and scott was one of the last greens.

idk i just think that in a series so associated with the number three, we should give a bit more attention to the last three instead of the last one. (1st green, 2nd yellow, 3rd red would be such a cool idea for fanart! cmon guys!)