#i wrote willow's

[willowser]

you call the baby growing in your belly a multitude of things, like lovebug and gum drop and sprout. cute things, that remind you of how tiny it is and how full of joy you are, and the names don't stop even after you find out what you're having.

katsuki doesn't follow along—at first. every silly little term out of your mouth is only met with an arched brow and a small shake of his head, the occasional roll of his eyes and the even rarer uplift of the corner of his lips.

"he," katsuki always continues. "he ain't gonna care what color his room is, do whatever y'want."

there aren't many appointments he's able to make, something you think eats at him more than you. being involved with a pro hero requires all kinds of sacrifices and you both knew that before your relationship started—but facing the realities isn't always easy; it bothers him, in some deep, dark way he's not able to talk about. even with you.

it's hard to tell how he feels at the first one he comes along for: he stands, quietly, eyes glazed over and lingering on the grainy image of your ultrasound, unmoving. when two little feeties are made clear in the picture, he silently crosses his arms and raises a hand to pick at the skin of his bottom lip—a nervous habit, one that gives him something to do and that hides his face just a bit.

he doesn't say anything for a long time. not until you're out in the car with your pictures in hand, going over them in the passenger seat.

"sooooo," you prod, "what'd'ya think? he's kinda...blobby, huh?"

he casts you a lazy glance, comes alive with a slow inhale before holding his hand out for the photos. the one with the little feet sticks out to him and he snorts, the corner of his lip raising. "yeah," he murmurs, before turning his attention back to the road. "but he's just a little bean, ain't he?"

[neteyamyawne]

Okay okay, but:

Neteyam covering your mouth with his hand while Ao’nung eats your pussy.

🪷 — Later sessions

❈ Pairing : Agedup!Neteyam x Fem!reader x Agedup!Ao'nung

❈ summary : Ao'nung and Neteyam give you a sweet and delightful lesson after your swimming sessions with them and they can be quite the trouble...

❈ Warning : MDNI! oral (R receiving), dirty talk, explicit smut, pwp, threesome, mmf, public sex.

❈ Word count : 450+ Not proof read.

❈ Note : After a training session while others are just outside of the tent? Hell yeah!

❈ Glossary : [Tiyawn] - Love/Beloved.

Your hand wrapped around Neteyam's bicep as his large hand muffled your desperate moans while Ao'nung dived his skilled tongue into your slick folds.

"look at her, squirming like a fish, bro" ao'nung chuckled against your puffy clit, sucking on the nub, your eyes rolling back in your skull

Neteyam smirked kneading the lobe of your breasts, rolling the perked up nipple between his slender fingers "such a slut for us, aye? You love it when nung eats you out like a starved man, doncha?"

Ao'nung looked up at him in mock offence as your juices ran down his chin, teal eyes blown out "you talk like you don't bust the moment you go down on her"

He drawled out, plunging two long digits in your tight little hole, his other hand hooked under your knee to keep you wide open, your slick velvety walls clenching around them as a scream that was muffled by Neteyam's thumb in your mouth.

You looked up at the dark skinned boy, sitting between his thighs, your legs spread open over his, as the fair skinned knelt between yours.

Your face was tear-stained, mouth wide open as Neteyam's thumb gagged any noises that you made, legs shaking, breaths stuttering as the blue eyed boy curled his fingers in your weeping pussy.

Neteyam and Ao'nung laughed quietly at your fucked out state "shh don't wanna alert our friends outside, do we?" your back against teyam's chest, pussy on display for nung, his face buried into sticky warmth, tongue and fingers working in unison with teyam's hands on tits and mouth.

"fuck- Y/n, come for me, Tiyawn" nung growled against your swollen clit, you whimpered tears dropping down your flushed cheeks with the added pleasure of Neteyam bites on your sensitive neck.

The coil in the pit of your stomach snapped, your scream being choked behind Neteyam's hand as you yanked on ao'nung's hair, which were taken down from his bun while your nails dug into Neteyam's forearm again, your breaths ragged.

Your climax coated the expanse of Ao'nung's chin and jaw, wavy hair framing his chiseled face as he licked his lips, savoring your last, neteyam removing his fingers from your mouth and licking them as well before kissing your temple from behind while you're laid limp between them as they took care of you, coming down your high.

"Shh, There there, sweetling, don't worry this is just the start" neteyam crooned in your ear as they were pressed against your skull, flickering now and then, before they both switched places and Neteyam's skilled fingers untied his Tweng, his hard cock springing out and slapping his abdomen "My turn, babygirl"

Bonus :

Lo'ak's jaw dropped as i gagged silently and turned around and ran the farthest away from your kelku "WHAT DA FUCK DID I JUST SEE?!!"

A/n : How the fuck did I write this in 15 minutes? I have no idea but omg did i love it

Yawne : @taylormarieee, @deadgirlrin, @eyrina-avatar, @avatarsslut, @nattomat, @neteyamsoare, @bobthe-trumpetman29, @eywxveng, @fanboyluvr, @callmeoncette, @lu-the-ghost-reader, @brisbriskett, @saltedcoffeescotch, @ducks118, @jackiehollanderr, @elriel-4-ever, @zoetrope1997, @yeosxxx, @persefolli, @im-in-a-pansexual-panik, @elijangwifey, @erosthefae, @murderbirbdany, @thearabloak06, @killua2dot0, @ilovechickenwings, @kylobensgirl, @darling-imobsessed, @majathepapaya, @sweetirilly.

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[hazelcallahan]

i don't wanna have any adventures unless they're with you. / i am, and have been for some time, just totally, ridiculously, desperately in love with you.

[foursaints]

Now I need more thoughts on this teenage stubborn child laborer Reg you speak of pls

so enchanting that in a narrative filled with elaborate revenge schemes, regulus’s great comeuppance basically consisted of, like, fatally stabbing himself & his enemy and waiting to see who bled out first. the suicide-by-locket is so charmingly straightforward! CHILDISHLY stubborn! regulus is not particularly clever, nor handsome, nor interesting, nor likable. but he is practical. and he knows how to endure unthinkable circumstances by being blunt & realistic & strong, and never expecting anything less. and once again this itself is a form of dignity.

no more fanciful french rococo regulus. MY regulus is like a brutalist concrete slab structure in the soviet union and he could effortlessly bloody your regulus's nose. and he would do it with a sullen, dispassionate look of resignation, like a child soldier who has literally never been taught that it’s possible to want for comfort.

no canon basis for any of this but isnt it fun to think about? regulus is like a cold war spy who is so used to training his immunity on cyanide capsules that he gets sweaty when he goes a day without ingesting poison. he understands vaguely that this, probably, is not how normal people live — but he’s never really thought to complain. he fronts the facts of his own life. some people are not allotted a fair share of pleasure.

now imagine THAT regulus having an encounter with james potter. could you imagine how much he would hate him, and admire him, in the same moment? how much james would (obsessively, compulsively) admire him back, for the opposite reasons? even more than he looks up to sirius? they both delusionally think that the other is the Main Character and feel jealous about it. GOD

[jennycalendar]

in homecoming (3x05), willow references the song playing in the bronze as a song oz wrote for her. this is that song. ♥

special shoutout to @via-whitmore who legally i must tag in all oz content always.

[lucent-roase]

Why I Think Willow has OCD

(i've done a lot of reposting lately so i'm just going to reply to this instead of my previous post about it)

explanation is below the cut, i just wanted to address a few things beforehand. there will be a few triggering topics when you go on.

before anything else, Willow has extremely good neurodivergent representation in general. clearly unmasking in front of her friends, succeeding in the plant track because she learns differently than others, and of course, she (arguably) hyperfixates on flyer derby. those are pretty surface level symptoms that i'm sure everyone knows, but there are other traits (belonging to the entirety of the neurodivergent spectrum and also specific to OCD) that i will go into throughout this post.

Willow’s anxiety. one of the interesting facts about OCD is that many scientists consider it to be a syndrome rather than a disorder (for reference, obsessive compulsive disorder) because it consists of so many other disorders such as anxiety, depression, different EDs, amongst others. furthermore, Willow’s is debilitating. she defaults to blaming herself in almost every situation, even when she gets more confident in ASIAS. nothing stops the nagging feeling that she made the mistake, set a bad situation into motion. she thinks back to everything she did and she excuses everyone’s actions except for her own. in ASIAS, like i mentioned, this is so prevalent. Willow is constantly doing the right thing, for her team and everyone in it. she’s hopeful and she pushes her teammates to be their best selves. she helps Hunter, and he initially pays her back with jail time and the promise of leaving her friends and family forever. that situation was entirely in Hunter’s hands, and he would have picked up a few other students to join the emperor’s coven anyway. but Willow blames herself for everything. she shouldn’t have asked Caleb to join her team. maybe she shouldn’t have even made the team in the first place, her old teacher was right. she put many people she cared about in danger. until she can “redeem” herself by helping everyone back to safety and hear Hunter indirectly apologize for putting them in that situation himself, she’s in her head about it. with the distraction and confirmation of being of help to those she “messed up” with and that she didn’t really even mess up, she was able to go back to her charming, typical self.

similarly but also slightly different, she regrets her actions immediately after doing them, assuming she’s at fault and kind of gets hyper focused on it. when she, Gus, and Luz get caught animating the house, it takes her a moment to remember that she can grab the root they’re hanging from and completely save their asses from dying. lots of OCD people tend to second guess their own judgment and actions. this can show up when police are called, and trying to find someone. someone with OCD might believe they committed a crime even if they were just, say, reading a newspaper. another instance is if someone talks in a different tone than usual, triggering anxiety and leaving because they think they have done something wrong and that the person who talked differently doesn’t want the person with ocd to be around them (sorry, that was a mouthful of words). this is similar to when Willow gave Hunter that picture of him and Flapjack, causing his eyes to widen and just stare at her. for all we know, he could have just been taking in her nice words and gesture. she shut down and fled the situation as to “not bother” Hunter anymore.

Willow also has her “out of sight, out of mind” mindset. i would argue that this is compulsive behavior. when an OCD individual has intrusive thoughts, such as “___ will die in twenty minutes from now,” they are typically convinced that it will happen. sometimes, partaking in some sort of ritual will ward off the thought or almost counter-convince the person (this will generally sound like “if i turn the light switch on and off 6 times, that car crash won’t happen and everyone will be safe) (also, that’s why people with OCD are usually stereotyped to always be cleaning—rituals like needing everything lined up in the right order are common). Willow’s “out of sight, out of mind” and “i can do this” is similar to an OCD ritual, especially because her thoughts are sometimes dangerous (to her wellbeing). when the polaroid of her and Amity came up, she immediately told Luz her motto. thinking about her old best friend might have sent her into a downward spiral, because it would have reminded her of how she "wasn't strong enough to be Amity's friend" and how badly she had ruined her life. i also believe that the vines that she had created were very representative of intrusive thoughts. they were literally eating her up, and they wouldn’t go away until she let her emotions out, and actually facing how badly she felt.

i can assure you that some of these are far-reaches but i really felt represented by her throughout the series, especially the vine scene in For the Future. it felt so realistic no matter how much magic was being used.

uhh, i’m bad at conclusions, thanks for coming to my ted talk!

[lumxnari]

Sometimes I feel like the world is just created to torment me. To torture and stab my heart and soul for daring to feel things that people shouldn't. For daring to look into your warm hazel eyes and feel my heart flutter, for daring to long for the softness of your skin, for daring to have the urge to feel your lips against mine, to run my hand over that scar on your side and feel the bumps and memorize them.

I feel afraid everytime I hear your voice and instantly feel at ease, not in the same way as I feel when I hear Max, El, or Luna or Diana. I feel afraid whenever I step into the House of God and see the golden shine on the saints and instantly think of your golden skin.

Every night, I kneel before the altar of God, begging for forgiveness because instead of His altar, I want to worship your altar. I want to kneel by your feet and worship the ground you walk on, kiss your hand, and beg you for forgiveness for having such sinful thoughts.

It's amazing, it's sickening. It's freeing, it's suffocating. It's everything, it's terrifying.

Willow Byers.

I love you so much.

I'm so sorry for betraying you like this. For being a shitty friend that can't look at you without wanting to kiss you, without wanting to hold you in my arms and never ever let you go.

[are-you-fucking-with-me-rn]

okay so I always wanted to work on a show soundtrack so here's some songs I would put in s2 because since its probably maybe not gonna happen these can be canon in my head

Stupid Cupid by Connie Francis - okay so imagine if you will. The episode starts out jarring, maybe some payneland smooching out of nowhere, makes you go back to the last episode thinking you missed a scene. But then Edwin opens his eyes, he's lying on the ground or something, and is immediately thrust into the middle of a fight scene(this is where the song starts playing). He had just been temporarily knocked out and had some dream sequence or something idk. The fight scene is in a fancy restaurant or smth and it's close to Valentine's day and it's all decorated with hearts and stuff. This song is diegetic, playing in the restaurant.

Flaws by Bastille - I'd probably put it during end credits/end of the episode. It feels very transitional to me. It's a song on the Charles playlist so of course it's gonna play after a scene with Charles heavy lore or something. Maybe Charles's dad dies, and the song starts at the beginning of the funeral scenes. Then, long after everyone's already left, Charles goes and stands in front of the gravestone and his mom is just there kneeling in the grass in front of him and doesn't know he's there and yeah. It's like, the start of Charles's Actually-finding-peace-and-confronting-trauma arc or smth.

Girls on Film by Duran Duran - good for a montage of like Crystal adjusting to having rich, showy parents. She thinks maybe if she helps them out with their big projects, which she assumes the old her didn't do, maybe they'll start seeing her and caring about her like parents should. Going to grand openings and being photographed/interviewed, being in the public sphere all the sudden. Crystal's overcompensating for being a major jerk in her past life and is now bending over backwards to be nice to everyone (which, from experience, isn't exactly healthy either)(aka she's gone the "obsess-over-being-good-enough" route that Charles's gone down)(yikes).

The Killing Moon by Echo and the Bunnymen - I honestly have no vivid images for this one. I just like the song, I think it matches the mood of the show. Maybe something about Crystal and David? A final confrontation? Cus I saw someone (I'm sorry I forgot who) say they thought it would be interesting if Crystal's powers get "contaminated" by David cus he's still buried by the tree. So like a final standoff.

Swan Upon Leda by Hozier OR Eurydice by Eugénie - I think s2 would be more about Charles' journey the way s1 was more about Edwin BUT i'm also curious about Edwin's life. Something happens where Edwin maybe ends up at his old house, or relives his memories and it's all in slow motions and more calm than Charles's in ep4. They're not all bad, but Edwin was different and outcasted and the likes. George Rexstrew said himself that he thought Swan Upon Leda described Edwin really well, but also Eurydice gives off a sort of melancholy floatiness that fits with a boy 100+ years dead reliving an upbringing that now seems to foreign to him, and yet is ingrained in every part of himself.

Since listening to music is my #1 hobby, I will probably find more songs down the line and add on, but this is what I got for now.

[wolfstrong]

they were so crazy for this one

[bonefall]

Willowpelt sounds SO autistic, it not being funny wraps around into being funny again.

My secret is being so autistic and so surrounded by so many other autistic people that I forget what tismless people even do. Everyone in BB ends up getting a touch of ADHDautism. As a treat.

But yeah when I was jotting it down I realized it too. Like wow, I really hit this one with the autism beam. Me and you, Willy, we will both have adamantine opinions. I cannot condone your hatred of apples but you do have a good point about oak trees.

[random-twst-and-oc-stuff]

The New Cub

Where a magicless orphan from a completely different world and a second born prince become each other's found family.

It was a normal Monday afternoon. Well, as normal as it could be in a magical school with chaos waiting to happen around every corner. Sarah was taking a walk around the school courtyard with Grim resting on her shoulders. The real reason they were walking was because they agreed to meet up with Ace and Deuce at their usual spot as the two were seemingly busy in their dorm - either they hadn't finished their homework yet or it was their turn to feed the dorm's flamingos. Or perhaps it was something else entirely. The little girl shook her head as she realized she was probably overthinking for no reason. As they got to the hang out spot, though, they saw that it was already occupied by some Savanaclaw students which wasn't a good thing. Sarah knew how territorial they were. Unfortunately, one of them noticed the two.

"Oi! What are you two doing in OUR territory?!", he called out, making the other two turn their heads in the direction he was looking at.

"Hey, isn't that Ramshackle dorm's prefect and her weasel?", the other one questioned, putting a hand on his waist.

"Hey! I ain't a weasel!", Grim hissed, clearly offended.

"Not the right time, Grim..", Sarah whispered to her companion. She wasn't at all that surprised that three random students knew who the two were. Not only have they helped with whatever problems the rest of the dorms had, including Savanaclaw, you also didn't see a magicless 8 year old girl and a creature that resembled a cat in a college that was supposed to make exceptional mages which was also supposed to be an all boys school with familiars allowed as long as they were trained. Yet, with no choice, Sarah had to take shelter there. Not that she was complaining. It wasn't all that bad.

"Who cares who they are? Whoever's trespassing has a price to pay!", one of the Savanaclaw students yelled out, cracking his knuckles, pulling the little girl out of her thoughts. His friends agreed.

Sarah only glared at them, pulling her baseball bat out and getting into a fighting stance. She knew her and Grim wouldn't get away without a fight.

"Oi, what's goin' on here?", an all to familiar voice called out from behind Sarah. And they didn't sound too happy. The little girl turned around to make sure it was who she thought it was. And, it was. There stood Leona Kingscholar, Savanaclaw's housewarden and the second born prince of Sunset Savanna with a scowl on his face. The little girl wasn't surprised to see Ruggie Bucchi as well as the hyena was almost always seen with the lion. She, however, was surprised when she saw a little lion cub boy on Ruggie's shoulders. Sarah recognized him as Leona's nephew, Cheka.

"H-housewarden..", the three whimpered in unison, but regained their composure quickly. "Those two were trespassin' on our territory and we decided to give 'em a lesson.", one of them informed.

The little girl knew she had no choice, but to defend herself and Grim. "I'll have you know this is our usual hanging out spot with Ace and Deuce. Doesn't that mean that's OUR territory?", she tilted her head.

"...Scram, you three.", Leona growled at his dorm mates. Said students seemingly had no choice, but to obey their housewarden's order as they scurried away to look for another hang out spot. The prince couldn't believe the students from his dorm were willing to hurt a child. He knew she wasn't messing around when it came to fighting, but still...

"Whoa! That was so cool, unca!", Cheka giggled. It seemed that no matter what Leona did, his nephew would always be amazed.

Sarah decided to question Leona about what his nephew was doing in NRC. Not that she minded, she was just curious. The second born prince explained that his brother, Falena, said it was good to spend some quality time with Cheka and that they wouldn't leave him alone until he agreed. The little girl gave a small nod in reply.

"Unca, can Sarah and Grim play with us in your dorm?", Cheka asked, turning his head toward his uncle. Seemingly feeling that the cub started to slip, Ruggie positioned the little boy.

"If that's what gets you to stop bothering me..", Leona sighed and looked at Sarah. "You're comin' with us, herbivores."

"Yeah, alright.", Sarah shrugged her shoulders. It seemed like she had to text Ace and Deuce and tell them they probably couldn't hang out today.

Sarah, Grim, Cheka and Leona were all in the lazy lion's room. Ruggie was there a few minutes ago as well, but left for whatever reason. Sarah and Cheka were sitting on his bed, playing with the various toys the little girl had. Leona was laying on said bed, keeping an eye on the two as Grim was taking a nap next to him. Then, Cheka yawned accompanied by his uncle. It seemed like it was time for the two to nap as well. Just as Sarah was pondering on leaving, Leona pulled the little girl and his nephew into his arms, hugging the two in a protective manner as he drifted off to sleep. Cheka's eyes began to close as he snuggled closer to his beloved uncle and fell asleep as well. Sarah just stayed there, still trying to process what just happened. As she did, however, she started to tear up, but those weren't sad tears. Leona hugging her and his nephew in a protective manner must have meant nothing to the lazy lion, but as someone with an abusive father, it meant a lot to Sarah. Yes, as unexpected as it sounded, the little girl did indeed see Savanaclaw's housewarden as a father figure. Though she knew he couldn't admit it, Sarah knew Leona had a soft spot for her and Cheka. The little girl snuggled closer to Leona and closed her eyes as she decided to try and fall asleep.

A week later, Sarah was hanging out with Grim, Ace and Deuce. Cheka was taken home to his father and everything went back to normal. Well, as normal as possible. The four friends were just sitting in their hanging out spot as Sarah told them about a kid from her orphanage. Just as she stopped talking, the little girl heard footsteps behind her and turned around to see who it was.

"Oh, Sarah, there you are. I've been lookin' all over for you. Leona wants to see you, so c'mon, up and on your feet.", Ruggie, the owner of the footsteps, urged his little friend.

"Leona? Why does he need Sarah all of a sudden?", Deuce asked as he watched his magicless friend and classmate get up.

"I don't know, man. He just told me to go get her.", the hyena shrugged his shoulders.

"Alright then. We'll see you two later.", Sarah bid her farewell to her friends as she picked Grim up against his will. The cat positioned himself on her shoulders as Ruggie took her hand in his and started leading the way.

"Leona, we're here.", Ruggie informed as the two walked into the housewarden's room. Said lion looked at the two.

"You can go now, Ruggie.", Leona dismissed the hyena. Seeming as he got the sign that his housewarden wanted to be alone with Sarah, Ruggie left the room. After he made sure Ruggie was really gone and there was no one nearby, Leona turned his head towards the little girl. "C'mere, kid.", he ordered. Seeming as she had no choice, but to obey, Sarah walked closer to Leona with Grim still on her shoulders. Despite having the usual serious expression on his face, Sarah noticed something glistening in Leona's eyes. She also noticed a piece of paper in his hand.

"Here, read.", Leona gave her the paper that looked more like some sort of document upon further inspection. The little girl took them and looked at the contents. Her eyes widened in realization. Those were adoption papers that were already filled out with the names Leona Kingscholar and Sarah along with Leona's signature. She then looked up at Leona and teared up, engulfing him in a hug. The lion sighed, but hugged her back anyways, kissing the crown of her head. It seemed that Sarah finally found her forever family and she couldn't be happier that it was the man she saw as her father. It seemed like Leona saw the little girl as his daughter as well. The two just sat there in comfortable silence as Leona hugged his new cub protectively. He swore to himself that no one was to hurt her ever again. The lion wouldn't admit it, but he truly loved the child. Though he knew that the adoption papers said that for him.

The new father and daughter duo spent the rest of the day together.

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Tagging: @mitsuri28 @the-v-lociraptor @ceruleancattail @bloodyhound12345 @amaya-wu @softplushiee @bottomjamilsupremacy @lolimmago @alysspandacookie @riddlesimps

(This has been sitting in my drafts for days. I was super nervous about posting it smh. But in the end I said "Fuck it, we ball." and here we are. I actually have several reasons why I think Sarah and Leona work as a father-daughter duo. I'll post it after I reword some stuff-)

[willowser]

ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ᴀʟʟ ғᴏᴜʀs. werewolf kiri au.

you wake up under a mountain of furs.

light comes flickering from the hearth and, warm and welcoming as it is—you've no idea where you are.

you don't recognize the inside of the cabin; it's certainly not yours, nor is its layout that of any you’ve seen in the village. it's rather plain, with a singular window and table and chair and small fireplace, empty enough that you wonder how anyone could live comfortably with so little.

outside, the winter storm rages on, and there's a howl that cuts through the air that strikes bone-deep.

all at once your memories come back to you: dragged through town with bound hands and ankles, in only a thin night dress, screaming with all your might as the physician that delivered you into this world tied you to an old pine, along with the priest and the man that sold you blueberries in the spring.

people you knew and loved. had trusted.

the memories become hazy after a while, darkening with the night that crept in. you remember your body losing its feeling, but not its fear. you remember the violence of the storm, breaking trees and branches and uprooting the forest floor. you remember the horrible and hulking shape of something rising in the moonlight.

the door shoves open then, with enough force to send you scurrying back into the corner of the room. the blizzard tries to rush inside, but a man stands in its way, leaning back against the wood to keep the wind and snow out where it belongs. he's—big, as tall as the frame and just as wide, with thick hair that he's tied back, messy and low.

he's rosy in his cheeks and on the tip of his nose, as bright as the eyes that snap to you the moment you dare to breathe.

he doesn't say anything, at first. the bag of firewood he sets at his feet settles as he turns to you in interest, eyebrows raised. the clothes he's wearing look—old and worn, certainly not suitable for the storm roaring outside, with the holes and tears in the fabric. the boots he has on, however, seem heavy, have his steps echoing when he moves further into the room.

you pull your knees up to your chest and try to shrink away; beneath your thin dress, your skin has pebbled up, reminding you of just how vulnerable you still are.

your fear translates; the man stops on the other side of the little table, breathing in deeply before raising his hands up in what reads as surrender.

"hello," he finally says, and when you don't respond, he places a thick hand to his dark-haired chest and introduces himself as, "eijirou."

he nods emphatically and then repeats himself, as if to reinforce the name. you only grant him a small nod in return—and he smiles. it's wide, stretching across his face, and friendly, authentic enough that you question whether you're as damned as you thought, or perhaps saved.

how did you even get here? the question finally thaws out from the recesses of your brain and you take another look around the room as if the answer lies between the wood or nestled into the furs. this place looks too hand-crafted, you realize, all of it—and the man before you looks like he could move mountains, if he wanted to.

the chains that had bound you were iron-strong and didn't once budge in all your thrashing, before things went dark—but now you are inside by a well-maintained fire, warm and free, and all that remains of your ill fate are the indentions worn into your wrists.

he's still staring at you, the man. eijirou. he's not moved any closer, either, and when you meet his curious gaze, his lips twist and his eyes narrow. a thoughtful noise comes out of his mouth, like he's thinking of what to say or how to say it, and you're reminded that you don't recognize where you are, nor do you recognize him in the slightest.

big as he is, you don't think he could have carried you too far in a snowstorm such as the one still raging outside; are you still somewhere deep in the forest? in a cabin at the heart of the wood? saved by a man that somehow survives with so little out in the middle of nowhere?

"eijirou," you test the name on your lips and he perks up at the sound, attention snapping back to you instantly. you don't know if it's winter seeping through the floor, or if it's in the way that he watches you, that makes you shiver.

finally, he asks, "cold?" and when you nod, he slowly makes his way over to you, carefully, as if approaching a deer ready to run.

—and then he sheds his shirt with a quick shrug and holds it out to you.

you should want to look away, for decency sake, but you're—stunned by it, by him. there's a litany of scars that paint him in odd and worrisome places, but he stands tall and strong before you, unbothered by his own state. unbothered by the eyes that run over the expanse of his bare shoulders, the dark, thick trail of hair running down from his belly button, the ripples of muscle his loose shirt did well to hide.

you take it from him carefully and it's so warm, almost hot, that you press it to your face immediately to chase away the chatter of your jaw. the material itself, however ragged, is big enough to drape over your curled form like a blanket, and so you do just that. it carries the earthy smell of the woods, deeply woven into the fabric; pine and musk and something smoky.

with your cheek still pressed to his shirt, you look up to thank him, at last, but the words still in your throat at the minute changes of his face: still smiling, though sharper now, somehow, and his eyes are still wide with that keen, rapt interest—but the crimson to them has set like the sun and they've grown just as dark as the night outside.

[thatweirddolldude]

I must preface this by saying I did also write about this in a college assignment.

That purple bitch IS FAKE AS FUCK. I get it- Sunny can be a lot, but VIOLET TALKED SHIT AND WENT BEHIND HER BEST FRIENDS BACK!!!!!!!!!! Sunny didn't deserve that. And instead of apologizing for it- Violet cried and called herself a shitty friend. Like? Girl you are? Don't make Sunny pat your back then tell you how good you actually are.

THEN APARENTLY!!!!!!!!! Violet never hangs out with Sunny anymore? Sunny says her and Violet don't see each other that much anymore in season 4. Y'all go to the same school and your dorms are across from one another! You can't chill in the common area after classes? Lunch?

And like the only time they ever are hanging out on screen they just talk about shit they used to do. "Remember when!" "Remember when!" THEY DON'T TALK ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE! And then Violet apparently can't not be on her phone while hanging with Sunny? So??? What the fuck?

THEN WHEN THEY FINALLY DO GET TO HANG OUT AND JUST BE FRIENDS NOT IN CLASS!!!!!!!!!! THEY CAN'T BECAUSE SUNNY HAS TO FIND SOME MAGIC FUCK SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! because now the show is about magic????????????

[knight-princess]

A little Tanthamore one shot for my first Willow fan fiction, dipping my toes in the water. The header is by hgstuff. It immediately follows their kiss on the Shattered Sea. I hope you like it!

“Somebody tell those two to get a room,” Graydon mock whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, tipping them a wink nobody could miss, even in the darkening light.

“In case you hadn’t noticed, there’s only one room for like, about a hundred miles,” Kit snapped, but softly, her gaze never straying from Jade.

“Better grab it while it’s free, then.”

Jade laughed, sitting halfway up. She gave Kit a push, her fingertips against Kit’s sternum. She stood, reluctantly, so Jade too could rise. Jade offered Kit her hand, like a proper knight, and smiled. “Shall we, Princess?”

She had never been able to resist that smile, that glint in Jade’s eyes. But this . . . Oh, this smile was special. It was the smile that held everything they’d dreamed of, all those years of looking and longing. It was full of promise.

It took her breath away.

She took Jade’s hand, and they rose together. The sleigh was still, the mudmander asleep, a curious rhythmic warble marking its breaths. The creature’s snores were oddly endearing. They trod carefully so’s not to wake it. And beyond, the small cabin, barely larger than a cupboard back home.

“Well, it’s cramped,” Jade murmured, and Kit could hear the smile in her voice. She turned to face her and it became a grin. “But I can make it work.”

Kit touched her cheek. Ran her thumb gently across Jade’s cheekbone. “Yeah,” she whispered, “I think we can make anything work.”

[hextechwreck]

it is genuinely kind of crazy that jayce chose to stay and die with viktor instead of going back and living the rest of his life with mel tho

[mayhasopinions]

i just noticed that Willow's hands are bigger than Hunter's and i am SCREAMING