#inspired by your beauty effulgent

[youdonthavetocallmedarlinnn]

Somebody tell me that they get this... I want to be buried with my people

[literaryvein-reblogs]

One Poem a Day: September

"beautiful" words related to September for your next poem/story

September - ninth month of the Gregorian calendar. Its name is derived from septem, Latin for “seven,” an indication of its position in the early Roman calendar.

Apple-polish - to use flattery or the doing of favors in order to win approval especially from a superior

Anecdotage - the telling of anecdotes (i.e., a usually short narrative of an interesting, amusing, or biographical incident)

Ardency - depth of feeling

Auburn - of a reddish-brown color

Autumnity - quality or condition characteristic of autumn

Bucolic - of, relating to, associated with, or typical of open areas with few buildings or people; idyllic

Cathexis - investment of mental or emotional energy in a person, object, or idea

Ceres - the Roman goddess of agriculture

Churn Supper - a feast at the end of the hay harvest

Cider - fermented apple juice often made sparkling by carbonation or fermentation in a sealed container

Cornucopian - being more than enough without being excessive

Demeter - the Greek goddess of agriculture

Effulgence - radiant splendor; brilliance

Estivo-autumnal - relating to or occurring in the summer and autumn

Felicific - causing or intended to cause happiness

Fête - a lavish often outdoor entertainment

Gemütlich - agreeably pleasant; comfortable

Georgic - a poem dealing with agriculture

Harvest - the season for gathering in agricultural crops

Hearthstone - the place where one lives

Husbandry - the cultivation or production of plants or animals

Moon (away) - to spend in idle reverie; dream

Odeum - a small roofed theater of ancient Greece and Rome used chiefly for competitions in music and poetry

Prosaic - being of the type that is encountered in the normal course of events

Reposeful - of a kind to induce ease and relaxation

Rubicundity - ruddy (i.e., having a healthy reddish color)

Sapphire - a gem variety of corundum in transparent/translucent crystals of a color other than red; a deep purplish-blue color

Surfeit - an intemperate or immoderate indulgence in something

Torridity - parched with heat especially of the sun; hot

Victual - to supply with food

Sources: 1 2 3 ⚜ More: Word Lists

If any of these words inspire your writing, do tag me or send me a link. I'd love to read your work!

[lesbianboyfriend]

my heart expands tis grown a bulge in it inspired by your beauty effulgent. if you even care

[steviestits]

I Move the Stars For No One - Part 1.2

Written for a prompt dmed to me, which can be read in its entirety on this fic’s masterpost.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: T (E for later chapters) Summary: After running away from home after an argument with his father, Steve storms off into the woods only to accidentally stumble into the unseelie king's lavish party. The king, Eddie as he likes to be called, is taken by Steve and dances through the night with him. Though Steve enjoys himself, he feels the need to return to the mortal realm, but soon learns that he can't as he has become property of the king after trespassing on a sacred fairy circle. Steve is forced to stay and begins to learn that all is not as it seems, especially in regards to his own past. (Labyrinth inspired story but they share zero plot points.) Trigger Warning: None for this chapter Eventual Trigger Warning: Feminization, Mating Rituals, Heats/Ruts but not the Omegaverse kind

(Link to previous part)

Startled at the sudden question, Steve looked down at his hand within Eddie’s then up at all the masked revelers around them. Though their faces were hidden, the sharp daggers of jealously still stabbed through the air, creating an atmosphere rife with contempt. Steve couldn’t stop himself from squirming a bit under the negative attention, before he carefully pulled his hand away, not wishing to draw anymore ire from the crowd.

“I’d love to, but I’m not dressed for it,” Steve said, motioning down at his plain clothes.

Eddie chuckled, “Is that all?” then snapped his fingers. A bright light surrounded Steve, engulfing him in an effulgent aura of magic, and silver sparks danced across his body, slowly transforming the clothes Steve wore into a flowing, white gown while silver-stringed ornaments wound through his hair while matching jewels appeared on his ears and neck. He also gained a pair of silver heels, though the height of the heels weren’t too high, so Steve found that he was able to keep his balance despite never wearing a pair before now.

“My dad would kill me if he saw me in this,” Steve muttered.

To which Eddie replied, “Is he here?”

“What?”

“Your dad, is here right now?”

Shaking his head, Steve said, “No, he’s not.”

“Then it should be fine. It feels right, doesn’t it? Like this is where you belong?”

Steve opened his mouth to refute Eddie’s statement but closed it when he realize that what the fae king said rung true. For the first time in a long time, Steve felt comfortable with himself. He didn’t feel like he was trying to fit into a mold of his father’s creation. The more Steve thought on it, the more natural it felt. Part of him worried that it was some kind of magic making him believe all this, but for some reason, the rest of him honestly didn’t think this was the case.

“I guess it does,” he admitted eventually.

“Then you have no other objections to sharing this dance with me?”

“But I don’t have a mask.”

“Stevie, your beauty is unparalleled. It would be a crime to hide it with a mask. I want to see it while I dance with you.”

Blush colored Steve’s cheeks, and he replied, “Then can I see your face, too?”

As a reply, Eddie reached up and took the wolf mask off his face, revealing dazzling features and a pair of dimples that made Steve’s heart flutter. He then took Steve’s hand, and despite the glares that were still aimed at him, Steve allowed Eddie to lead him out onto the dance floor as a new song started to be played by unseen musicians. The ball became lively again as the crowd swayed to the harmonious melody surrounding them. None of that mattered, however, as Steve was drawn into Eddie’s presence, unable to look away from the fae king.

Eddie began to lead Steve through the dance, never taking his gaze off Steve for a second. The outside world faded away until it was as if they were the only two in the ballroom, maybe even the whole universe. Steve didn’t care that he had to follow Eddie’s lead as they spun and twirled along the dance floor. He could hear his father’s voice chiding him, telling him that he was supposed to be the one leading the dance, not following like a girl. His father seemed so far away now, though, his words barely a buzz in Steve’s ear.

The song continued, enchanting Steve in the magic of the moment. He never wanted the dance to end, because he felt safe within Eddie’s arms. Steve had only just met the fae king, but he strangely felt as if he belonged here with him, and as long as the music played, Steve would continue to exist nowhere else except within Eddie’s company.

Unfortunately, the song did eventually come to an end, and when it did, Steve drew away from Eddie, even though their eyes remained locked. He’d never met anyone who commanded the room like Eddie did, not even Steve’s father could carry himself with so much confidence that everyone else in the room was forced to pay attention to the fae king. That’s why Steve was still shocked that the other had come up to him and chose to dance with him through most of the night, that he saw Steve as special enough to warrant his time.

Steve didn’t want leave, didn’t want to go back to where he was seen as a useless failure, back to where he wasn’t seen as beautiful by a handsome fae king, but he knew that he had to get back to his home. His dad would chew him out if he was late, which he’d been doing more since Steve turned eighteen. Sometimes, it felt as if all Steve had to do was breathe to set his dad off on him about how much of a screw-up Steve was and how he hadn’t lived up to their expectations at all. So, even though Steve wanted to stay with Eddie, he didn’t want to incur his dad’s wrath any more than he already had by merely existing.

It was then with a heavy heart that he broke eye contact with the fae king and took a step back. At least he tried to, but Eddie caught Steve by the wrist to hold him in place. The grip of the fae king was stronger than Steve expected, effectively preventing Steve from leaving as he wanted. Steve tried to struggle free, but he found he was unable to budge the hand even an inch.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Eddie asked domineeringly.

“I’m heading home,” Steve said, still struggling a bit in the tight grip. “I’m sure my parents are worried about me.”

The fae king snorted in amusement. “You are home. This is where the fae belong.”

“I didn’t mean to lead you on, but I’m not fae. I stumbled into a fairy circle on accident. I’m human. I’m from the human world.”

“Sweetheart, even if you were human, once someone enters the fae realm, they can’t leave. They become property of the fae king, which is me.”

“Eddie, it’s been fun, but I really do have to go. My dad will kill me if I don’t get home in time.”

“You don’t have to worry about that, because as I said, you’re my property. He can’t touch my property, which you are.”

Then with a wave of Eddie’s hand, a silver collar with a thin chain that matched the baubles that adorned his hair. Steve tugged at the collar, but it wouldn’t budge, and when he traced his fingers along the rim, he couldn’t find a clasp. It was as if the collar had been welded together, trapping Steve in it permanently. The chain then lengthened and wrapped around Eddie’s hand, clearly denoting his ownership.

“Until you learn,” Eddie said while giving the chain a tug, drawing Steve closer. “Because you’re mine, and no one else can have you.”

Part 1.1 ~ Masterpost ~ Part 1.3

[rahirah]

On Getting William Laid

OK, so I will happily concede that the writers probably wanted the audience to see William as a virgin. BUT they never stated that outright, and if you are like me and wish to buck the popular fanon, here is some ammunition for you.

The most common objection I see to William having done the deed are:

He is a Victorian and Victorians are famously prudish

He is shy/awkward with women

He is uninterested in mere carnal desire until Dru comes along

To take these in order – the Victorians were only prudish in public. They were obsessed with sex. You repress that much, man, it‛s gonna come out somewhere, and in works such as My Secret Life or The Romance of Lust boy howdy does it. You name the kink, and the Victorians were into it – or at least, the men were. (I am far from an expert on Victorian porn, and I am not aware of any aimed at women, but that doesn't mean that there wasn't any, or that women might not co-opt porn aimed at men if that was all that was available.) Voyeurism! Scat! Masturbation! Incest! Lesbians! And that‛s only one chapter!

Moreover, prostitution was absolutely rampant. It wasn‛t just brothels; there were sex workers all over London. And the brothels ranged from dingy dangerous dives to expensive gentlemen‛s clubs. In fact, GillO once wrote extensive meta on how, if you analyze the historical anomalies of the costuming and language used at the party where William was turned, the only logical explanation is that it was being held at just such a high-class brothel.

Which leads into point two. William is awkward (to a point; he does not seem to me to be particularly shy, just kind of... oblivious to social cues) around women of his own class (or possibly of higher class, depending on how you see his and Cecily‛s relative social status.) However, it‛s very unlikely that he would have been equally awkward with women he saw as his inferiors. And a middle or upper class Victorian gentleman would have very much seen A) servants, and B) prostitutes, even high class ones, as inferiors. (The way Spike treats Harmony is very much in line with the attitude Victorian men had toward sex workers. Whereas he sees Buffy, Dawn, and Joyce as ‟ladies.‟)

And lastly, point three. I submit to you that William Pratt is in fact HORNY AS FUCK. Yes, he wants marriage and true love, but (whether or not he would admit as much to himself, or anyone else) he also wants to get it on. The godawful poetry he writes to Cecily is full of equally awful sexual innuendo.

My heart expands 'tis grown a bulge in it inspired by your beauty effulgent

His heart isn‛t the only thing expanding and bulging, I tell you what.

Oh, lark, grant a sign if crook’d be Cupid’s shaft.

‟Cupid‛s shaft‟ is crooked, huh? Remind you of anything?

BUFFY: Uhh, you're bent. SPIKE: Yeah, and it made you scream, didn't it?

Now mind you, I‛m not gonna argue that William was out there banging the maids every weekend. I‛m just saying, the guy was almost thirty, and lived in a milieu wherein if he wanted sex, he could stroll down almost any street and get a quick knee-trembler (and it was pretty much expected that a gentleman would do so, because a Real Lady, such as they might be married or engaged to, wasn‛t supposed to want sex at all except as something to be endured for the sake of children.) Maybe William never, ever took advantage of the mountain of social privilege he was standing on. But I don‛t think it would be utterly impossible that he did.

Your Honor, I rest my case.

[thepunkmuppet]

guys do you ever just my soul is wrapped in harsh repose, midnight descends in raven-coloured clothes, but soft… behold! a sunlight beam, cutting a swath of glimmering gleam, my heart expands, ‘tis grown a bulge in it, inspired by your beauty, effulgent

[revello-drive-1630]

I used AI to make a song with the lyrics from Spike's poem:

My soul is wrapped in harsh repose,

midnight descends in raven colored clothes,

but soft… behold!

A sunlight beam

cutting a swath of glimmering gleam.

My heart expands,

'tis grown a bulge in it,

Inspired by your beauty…

effulgent.

[taexual]

Dude where do I even start :ccc

This chapter, I really couldn't wait to have some free time and read it peacefully (peacefully meaning, squealing and losing my shit at every paragraph)

I loved the plotting ok, the attention to details, the way they all worry about each other and just fight against this urge to bury Sid alive, so inspiring and wholesome :D

Also, something I've absolutely always loved about your writing is this continuous narration of the characters thoughs, interactions and quirks, like it may be the simplest of things for other people (like writers in general and stuff) but for me these moments -of Luna finally exchanging a gossipy stare with Maggie, or Jungkook feeling devastated when Oc took her hand away, and then making sure that it wouldn't happen again-, they just add so much endearment, personality, depth to the story. Idk, it feels like every comma you write has a purpose, and will eventually add up to some beautiful metaphors, and revelations.

What does it feel like to be such a talented writer??

Now, regarding the lovey dovey stuff... What the actual fuck are you trying to do to me? I swear I cannot look more deranged giggling at my phone every 32 seconds jfc, have some compassion.

Like jk demanding that kiss in the park? Had me doing flips

The “I never knew how to love you quietly."

AND OC RECITING HIS ENTIRE SPEECH??!? ‘We have Sociology together, I saw you sleeping in class, very cute by the way, the professor does not know how to shut up, have you seen that new Studio Ghibli film, I recently watched their classic with some friends, My Neighbour Jungkook, I’m Totoro by the way, I thought maybe—wait—no—’”

“Not one period, nothing,” you continued, a melancholic haze in your eyes. “Just commas and an endless stream of thought. You could have asked me to bury a body, I would have said yes.”

STFU I ALMOST CRIED, THOSE ARE MY BABIESS

The rain listened. It had become a fundamental part of your present and a prophet of your future: the two of you were going to spend the rest of your lives listening to the rain and falling in love.

This destroyed me actually, get me someone to listen to the rain and fall in love with, rn please and thank u

Also watch me try and write 'transfixing. Beguiling. Effulgent. Pulchritudinous' next time I'm falling asleep to test my writing abilities fr, just you wait

He was almost ready to call Rated Riot’s next song “Smile Lines” and just sigh dreamily into the microphone for five minutes while Yoongi played gentle piano chords in the background.

As if their entire discography wasn't like this already, at least in my mind it is. But yeah, I can totally see him doing something like that next time oc does anything remotely endearing (breathing basically)

Ugh idk what to say, you have me screaming and crying for this couple, these characters and their story all the time, and I love you for it. There are also things I forgot to mention because my phone refuses to actually save things in the Clipboard, but overall this made my week, as your updates always do (and that paired with Ateez's performance in Coachella in a couple of minutes?? Yeah life feels worth living again 🤭🤭)

Thank you sm for this, take care of yourself pleaseee, ill be waiting for the next one cccc:

oh how i wish i could thank you eloquently, instead of going sskdhfksh at every word of your message 😭 i must stress that the fact that you noticed (!) these little moments between characters and you've enjoyed (!!!) them is the absolute highest reward i could get 🙏🏻 it's so easy to skim, you know?

babe making you giggle is my main purpose in life at this point, i don't know what to tell you. and you'RE SO RIGHT OMG he's so whipped for her, their next album is just going to be jungkook morphing from this 🥰 into just this ❤️ (like me for you rn, fr)

i also hope you have more peace and quiet to do the things you enjoy in your life!! i love you!!! 🥺🤍🤍🤍🤍 bless ateez btw

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[bhagvadgita]

Verse 11.30 - Vishwarup Darshan Yoga 

लेलिह्यसे ग्रसमानः समन्ताल्- लोकान्समग्रान्वदनैर्ज्वलद्भिः । तेजोभिरापूर्य जगत्समग्रं भासस्तवोग्राः प्रतपन्ति विष्णो ॥ ११-३०॥

You are licking and devouring all the worlds on all sides with your blazing mouths. Your fierce rays, filling the whole universe with radiance, are scorching, O Vishnu.

This verse is part of the eleventh chapter of the Bhagavad Gita, where Arjuna requests Krishna to reveal his universal form (Vishwarupa) and witnesses the awe-inspiring and terrifying vision of the Supreme Lord as the controller of all creation, maintenance and destruction. Arjuna sees Krishna as the source of all beings and energies, as well as the devourer of all worlds at the end of time.

In this verse, Arjuna describes how Krishna is licking and swallowing all the living entities on every side with his multiple fiery mouths, which represent his power of annihilation. He also sees how Krishna's effulgence, which emanates from his transcendental body, is pervading and illuminating the entire cosmos, but also burning and scorching everything with its intensity. Arjuna addresses Krishna as Vishnu, the preserver and protector of the universe, who manifests his cosmic form to display his supreme majesty and sovereignty.

The purpose of this verse is to convey the awe and fear that Arjuna feels while beholding the universal form of Krishna, which reveals both his beauty and his wrath. It also shows how Krishna is the ultimate cause and effect of everything that exists, and how he can create, sustain and destroy the entire manifestation by his will alone. It also indicates that no one can escape the inevitable cycle of birth and death, except by surrendering to Krishna's grace and mercy.

Similar verses from other Vedic texts that describe the Cosmic Form or the power of annihilation of the Supreme Lord are:

- Rig Veda 10.90.16: 

यत्पुरुषं व्यदधुः कतिधा व्यकल्पयन् । मुखं किमस्य कौ बाहू का ऊरू पादा उच्येते ॥

What did they do with the Purusha (the cosmic person), how did they divide him? What was his mouth, what were his arms, what were his thighs and feet called?

- Shvetashvatara Upanishad 3.19: 

अपाणिपादो जवनो ग्रहीता पश्यत्यचक्षुः स शृणोत्यकर्णः । स वेति वेद्यं न च तस्यास्ति वेत्ता तमाहुरग्र्यं पुरुषं महान्तम् ॥

Without hands and feet he moves swiftly and grasps; without eyes he sees; without ears he hears. He knows what is to be known, but no one knows him. They call him the first, the great person.

This verse describes how the Supreme Lord is transcendental to all material qualities and senses, yet he is the source of all movements, perceptions and knowledge. He is beyond the comprehension of anyone else, yet he is aware of everything. He is the original and supreme person, who pervades everything.

- Bhagavata Purana 3.32.15: 

स हि सर्वेषु भूतेषु मुह्यन् संसार-मोहनम् ।

काल-रूपेण तेजसा विधुनोत्यशेष-दृशाम् ॥

He indeed, bewildering the minds of all living entities, deludes them by his illusory energy in the form of time, and by his effulgence he destroys the vision of all.

This verse describes how the Supreme Lord, who is the Master of maya (illusion), bewilders the living entities to forget their true identity and relationship with Him, and makes them wander in the cycle of birth and death. He also manifests himself as time, which is his destructive potency, and by his dazzling brilliance he blinds the eyes of all who are not devoted to Him.

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday-Thursday, July 5-6

SPIKE: My heart expands, 'tis grown a bulge in it, inspired by your beauty... effulgent. MAN IN THE AUDIENCE : Yeah! The audience applauds. Spike receives a standing ovation. MAN IN THE AUDIENCE : That was great, man. SPIKE (standing, smiling) Thank you. That was for Cecily. All right. This next one's called "The Wanton Folly of Me Mum."

~~~Not Fade Away~

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[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

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Whispers by apachefirecat (Dawn, Spike, PG/K+)

Heat Wave by apachefirecat (Faith, Spike/Buffy, Xander/Dawn, Andrew, PG/K+)

Saving the child by Aragorn_II_Elessar (Star Wars crossover, AtS ensemble, T)

[Supergirl crossover] by sapphicsimpblog (Buffy, Spike, worksafe)

Fearless by Holly (Buffy/Spike, R)

Pocket Size by Amina (Buffy/Spike, PG)

Spike's Best Friend by Amina (Buffy/Spike, PG)

Out for a Walk (Bitch) by Amina (Buffy/Spike, PG)

Tuesday Night at 2AM by FoolForSpuffy (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Better by fortes775 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Magic Flu by Julikobold (Buffy/Spike, G)

The (bad) Poems of William S. Pratt, poem 4: "Carpe Demon" by Julikobold (Buffy/Spike, G)

Photo booth by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Ephemeral by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Lost heirloom by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Letting Me In by sunshine-of-my-lifetime (Spike & Dawn, Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Sex on the Beach by Julikobold (Buffy/Spike, G)

Video Games by Julikobold (Xander & Spike/Buffy, G)

Hostage Situation by Amina (Buffy/Spike, G)

Captain on the Deck by Amina (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Puppet Spike by Amina (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Microphone by Amina (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Accrual by Nupalie (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

E is for.... by Nupalie (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Isomer by Nupalie (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Onomatopoeia by Nupalie (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Undecagon by Nupalie (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

The Thing About Control by EvelynneHancock (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

As Below, So Above by grundy (Neverwhere crossover, FR13)

[Chaptered Fiction]

There Should Be Groveling - Ch. 9 by slaymesoftly ()

in valor next to none - Chapter 1 by alittlebitmaybe (Buffy/Faith, T)

Defeating the Darkness - Chapter 1 by Buffyworldbuilder (Batman crossover, Faith, M)

Maybe Baby, part 1 by Dusty (Buffy/Spike, R)

The Art of Dying, Ch. 1-2 by disco-tea (Buffy/Spike, R)

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Giles and Buffy hypnosis scene, from Restless. Watercolour on paper by ghostrabbit87 (worksafe)

Official video of the RPG forum Hellmouth by hellmouthheritage (Buffy, Gentlemen, Gnarl, canon violence)

Comic: Spike reciting some poetry by sundayroadkill (Buffy/Spike, Dawn, worksafe)

The Library - Sunnydale 2023 (My D&D Campaign) by Sword_Fish_27 ()

[Reviews & Recaps]

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[Recs & In Search Of]

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[Fandom Discussions]

ats writers... i just need you to ask yourselves some questions. by all-seeing-ifer

The boyfriends that could have been in season 3 and 4 by raisedbythetv89

Whenever I think back to Btvs s1 Finale and Buffy’s white dress... by nestaenthusiast on Tumblr

Was Giles Overshadowed By Willow? by nightshade and others

I Kinda Miss This Spike by Moon_Logic

What kind of demon do you think Tara would have been if she was one? by Waarm

Did willow literally die by HopeMikaelson69

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[sacredpit]

    in his adolescence ,   kakyoin encountered many of his age who feared getting older   ━━━━   there was a certain   naïve distress   at the idea of becoming like their parents ,   of exiting their prime years   &   settling down into the monotonous routine of waking up ,   going to work ,   cooking dinner ,   rinse   &   repeat .   but now that he has advanced past his twenties   &   commenced a new chapter bearing a   ‘ 3 ’   as the frontmost digit ,   kakyoin has come to realize what a blessing aging can be .   since he’d phased in   &   out of consciousness in the   fight for his life   against that leaking water tower   &   found a new sense of self in emerging from a months’ long coma with a broken body but an   unbreakable mind ,   he resolved not to take a single year ,   month ,   day ,   or second for granted .   turning thirty was a milestone he’d been elated to reach ;   one he wishes he could celebrate alongside his seventeen year old self who tried with all his waning might to keep from swallowing the taste of death that stained his tongue .

even so ,   there’s an undeniable beauty to the potential of youth .   kakyoin is not so old that he has lost sight of it in himself ,   but the way it glows in giorno ,   bright like a wild flame ,   is wholly unique ;   awe - inspiring   even ,   considering the impenetrable resolve   &   noble grace this boy of   almost seventeen   exudes to an extent far greater than most double or even triple his years .   verily ,   kakyoin is aware of the darker implications that take part in engendering giorno’s advanced maturity ,   &   as someone who had once been his age   &   was viewed in a similar light ,   he understands the importance of acknowledging that he is   not yet an adult ;   that he still has learning ,   growing ,   &   developing to do ,   &   there is comfort to be taken in that .   but giorno has earned kakyoin’s respect   &   admiration ,   alongside his affection   &   desire to protect him ,   even if he’s well - established his capabilities when it comes to protecting himself .

lavender eyes expand a little at the articulation of giorno’s aspirations for his thirty - year - old self ,   crimson lashes fluttering as he pensively combs through his words .   “   i should hope you’ll have seen more of the world by then ,   ”   kakyoin replies ,   mirroring giorno’s immaculate posture by way of his own natural tendencies .   delicate hands intertwine slender fingers over his raised knee ,   the glossy green of his nail polish stark against a milky complexion .   “   i know it’s important for you to stay here ,   for the sake of your job ,   &   that means you’ll have to make some sacrifices .   but i don’t think that should mean you   never   get to travel ,   especially if you have the desire .   one of the reasons i chose this job was because i wanted to see more of the world ,   &   to meet stand users from all over .   i was terribly convinced that there was no one else like me when i was a child ,   so i think it’s healing ,   in some ways .   ”   the seam of soft lips pulls into a sweet curve ,   a resonant tenderness glittering in his gaze .   

“   ah ,   what a cute idea !!   ”   he says ,   perking up suddenly ;   the calm sentimentality in his eyes flashing into an excited effulgence .   “   we could find someplace to decorate in your favorite colors   &   have all of your favorite sweets ,   including a great ,   big cake at least three tiers tall that’s just as pretty as the venue .   ”   perhaps it’s excessive ,   or someone with less of an inclination toward festive merriment would make such a claim ,   but kakyoin isn’t so concerned with that angle .   only the best for giorno .   “   i’m sure your friends would agree that you deserve all of the effort it would be worth .   speaking of which ,   i would love to meet them all !!   i’ve met mista already ,   considering you two are rarely ever apart ,   but i’ve only heard about the others .   ”

his smile only grows at the precious look on giorno’s face   ━━━━   somewhere in his mind ,   he wonders how often the steely - eyed don can be seen this way .   nigh on never ,   likely ;   it wouldn’t be wise to allow his subordinates or potential enemies to perceive this softer ,   more age - appropriate side to him .   but in considering this ,   kakyoin feels the depth of his gratitude increase :   it’s an honor to be a place of comfort ,   of safety ,   for him.  

“   oh ,   you’re talking about takoyaki ,   ”   he supplies ,   lips stretched around a beaming grin ,   one that rivals the mediterranean sun .   “   the best you can get is in osaka ,   but it’s nearly just as good in morioh .   my mother’s from there ,   &   she still makes it the traditional way   ━━━━   i’ll have to see if i can bring you some of hers when i return .   ”   somewhat absentmindedly ,   he unclasps his joined hands   &   places one of them overtop of giorno’s ,   daintily holding him at the wrist .   he elects to refrain from commenting on giorno’s mother’s horrific neglect   (  for now ,   he will surely rant to jotaro about it when he gets home   ) ,   pushing down the anger threatening to plume up from his stomach   &   choosing instead to maintain the lighthearted energy embracing them in the back of the car .   “   we call it   purin ,   &   i can see why you remember it so fondly .   it was one of my favorites when i was a kid ,   too .   &   maybe still is ,   as an adult ,   ”   he giggles quietly .   “   i think you should   . . .   i could come with you sometime ,   if you wanted .   i’m still trying to gently convince jotaro to move back there .   it’s taking some time ,   but i’m good at playing the long game .   ”

He sometimes fears what it will be like as he grows older. Will he forget their faces? The thought alone of forgetting Narancia's smile or even Abbachio's smartass remarks makes Giorno's heart feel as though it would falter. Why yes, he does have a single photo that the group took long before meeting Giorno on the steps of Venice, it isn't the same when he holds nothing to bind those memories together aside from three simple trinkets.

What will happen when he's Kakyoin's age? Will he look at that zipper on his drawers in his office and wonder who it belonged to or will he still see Bruno as a golden wind in the sky when he wishes he could have his gentle guidance on the world.

"I would like to think that by the time I'm your age, my dream will keep all of Italy shining and maybe...I'd travel outside of Italy." It'd be nice actually, since the only time he traveled out of the country was when he first arrived here from Japan as a very small child. "I've never held a birthday party before so perhaps we could do something like that. I can introduce you to my friends! I think they'd all like you like I do." Especially Fugo and Trish, he can't help but give a childish gaze of imagination at the thought of the two asking Kakyoin all sorts of questions.

Though he wonders if maybe he's now outlived his father in some way? Not that he'd live to be a hundred years old or more, but rather...did he outlive his physical appearance from the photo he has? Giorno mainly never asked these questions out loud because he's almost scared of the answer. All his life, he put this single photograph in his wallet on some sort of pedestal, making up things he'd like in a father just to keep him going at night. Maybe he was encouraging or gave good advice? No, probably not from a monster like him, but Giorno was so lonely and hurt as a child that the pedestal was a survival technique for him.

Ah, but nevermind that. He doesn't think of his father in his mind, at least he doesn't as of late now that he had people in his life that made him feel the need to just let go of clinging to an imaginary man.

Sitting next to him, legs crossed elegantly while his hands were intertwined on his lap, he really can't believe that Kakyoin didn't get many vacation days while traveling abroad. "I don't remember much, my mother hardly took me outside but...I liked um..." Ah, what was the name of it? His Japanese was pretty much nonexistent by now, having never spoken it again since moving to Italy.

"The...fried octopus balls. I liked those a lot when I lived there, oh, and pudding too." No, definitely not his mother who gave them to him as a child. "Oh, I had grandparents in Japan." On rare occasions, they did look after Giorno just to ensure he wouldn't die while his mother was off partying and sleeping around. Of course, he remembers them as incredibly old, the poor couple are likely not around anymore...

"Someday, I think I'd like to go back to Japan again. I don't have any good memories there, but I'd like to make good ones."

[momsopposed2theoccult]

Spike when he isn’t trying to write poetry:

“That’s all we’ve ever done. And the thing about the dance is, that you never get to stop. Every day you wake up, and it’s the same bloody question that haunts you: “Is today the day I die?” Death is your art. You make it with your hands, day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. Part of you is desperate to know: “What's it like? Where does it lead you?” And now, you see, that’s the secret. Not the punch you didn’t throw, or the kicks you didn’t land. She merely wanted it. Every Slayer... has a death wish.”

Spike when he is trying to write poetry:

“My heart expands / ‘tis grown a bulge in it / Inspired by your beauty... / Effulgent.” 

[mulderscully]

buffy fandom gives spike shit for his poetry but i know if spike joined tumblr in 2015 and wrote

inspired by

~ your beauty ••

....effulgent.

he woulda got like 200k notes and gifsets inspired by it and then sign a bookdeal for chapbooks

[bakasara]

My soul is wrapped in harsh repose, midnight descends in raven colored clothes, but soft… behold! A sunlight beam cutting a swath of glimmering gleam. My heart expands, 'tis grown a bulge in it, inspired by your beauty… effulgent. —William ‘Spike’ Pratt

5.07 // 6.16 // 7.03 // 7.17 // 7.22 | Spike + glowing

[aliensstolemyheart]

Friends By Fate, Lovers By Choice

bokuto kōtarō x reader

word count: less than 1k

𝔽𝕌ℕ 𝔽𝔸ℂ𝕋

not just humans have best friends. several studies prove that many animals such as monkeys, elephants, and horses can make friends. just imagine, whales have bffs too.

happy birthday bokuto! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

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Bokuto never planned to fall in love. 

But to be fair, nobody ever plans to fall in love. It just happens, whether it’s expected or not. Bokuto had always thought of you as his friend. His best friend, and just that. And for years you were just that. But recently, the gleam in your smile, the sparkle in your eyes, and the euphony of your laugh evokes a new feeling in him. A feeling so unexpected, yet so equally predictable. After all, the two of you have been through everything together, from devastating nights of spirit-crushing crying to effulgent days of laughter originating from deep within your souls.

But when he tilts his head to look at you next to him, limbs tangled in a field of yellow daffodils casting back the warm glow of the setting sun on your skin, glittering eyes squinted together in mid-laughter, it's different. It is a different kind of love, something that stretches far beyond platonic friendship, a love that brushes its gentle fingertips in the domain of romance. And Bokuto’s never liked labels, but at that moment, he wants so badly to label you his. 

It is an undeniable fact that you make him better, happier. 

As the sun goes to rest and the moon wakes up the stars, Bokuto watches in silence as you stare intently at the vast sky. Your eyes don’t need the sun to glimmer, nor do they need the stars to be beautiful. Nevertheless, they stubbornly reflect the galaxies in the immense indigo expansion over your head, creating such beauty that Bokuto thinks the world doesn't deserve.

Bokuto hasn’t realized he intertwined his fingers in yours until you turn to look at him, a soft smile resting on your gentle lips. The same lips that sing lullabies to him on sleepless nights, the lips that speak the most heartfelt and comforting words when he’s broken, the lips that tell the best jokes that make him laugh until his stomach hurts, the lips that trap your melodic laughter, the lips that form the most breathtaking smile in the universe. The words Bokuto wants to say struggle in his throat like a furious bass snared on a fishing hook, thrashing wildly and unwilling to come out. “You are my everything,” he finally manages to whisper after a moment. The moment the words come out, h is so scared. Toes numb as his nerves anticipate the worst.

At first, a look of confusion flits across your features, followed by a look of surprise. Your look of surprise isn’t an obvious one, your eyelids aren’t blown wide, and your mouth doesn’t hang open in shock. It’s a deeper sort of surprise. The kind that’s only seen through the slight quiver of your brow, the flicker in your entrancing orbs, the way your lips part in a nearly indistinguishable o, and your small breath of oh. 

The surprise is quickly replaced by the relaxation of relief. “And you are mine,” you reply with a soft voice that holds as much fondness and adoration that Bokuto feels. Under the flickering constellations, you roll over and press flush against Bokuto’s embrace. Then, you brush those lips against his. 

Time stops for Bokuto, and it feels like you two are the only people in the world, lost in the love of each other, drunk in the moment.

For a fleeting moment, Bokuto remembers that audio you once showed him. "What’s a soulmate?" the girl had asked. The man had replied with everything you were. 

You were his best friend and so much more. You knew him better than he knew himself. You didn’t make him a better person. You inspired him to become better. You accepted him for the mess he was. You would believe in him and all of his dreams and ambitions even if no one else in the world would. You would be there for him no matter what, and you were the person that would love him no matter how low he dropped or how horribly he messed up. 

Not because you’ve promised to be his best friend forever, and not because you pitied him, but because you were his soulmate. You were like the monarch butterfly’s wings. So vibrant, so intricate, so beautiful, so delicate, so soft, and yet so strong. Like the monarch butterfly's wings, you were the one that could carry him distances that he could never achieve on his own. And from this moment on, you might become lovers, but nothing could ever replace your friendship.

Friends by fate, lovers by choice. 

Or has Fate known from the very beginning that this thing you two called “friendship” has always been something a little more? 

That maybe, just maybe – just like you’ve been kissed by Aphrodite – your platonic love has been touched by the hands of Eros.

not proof-read because this was spur of the moment thing. nevertheless, i hope you enjoy. again, happy birthday to the happiness of so many!