#the petals of my life having some new colours every time

[luetta]

one of the most underrated feelings is when you discover a new song it completely dropkicks the emotional waterslide you were going down and punts you into a new mindset and direction

[hollowtones]

my month-late PAX West post (& a catalogue of some things I saw and did and bought in September / late August)

PAX West was very fun this year. It was my first ever PAX and it was my first convention at all in maybe a decade. Any excuse to see friends is a good one & I love hanging out with the RTVS crew whenever I have the time and money to travel. ^_^ I even got to see some friends I've never seen in person before!!! (Thank you to Jill and Evan for the "Petal Crash" pin & thank you to Taxi for stealing my name tag by accident.)

I am very shy, and I have very severe social anxiety that causes me a lot of problems in my day-to-day life, so I almost didn't go to the RTVS meetup. People there were very sweet, though, so I'm glad I did. It feels very heartening to have people come up to you and tell you what the things you've made have meant to them. It was very hard to not cry. LOL

If you stopped by to say hi, thank you very much. I've been thinking about it through all of September and smiling a lot about it. ^_^

The rest of this post is largely pics of things Puzz and I picked up for ourselves. (And a little bit of talking about some other things we did.) I thought it would be fun to catalogue them. I tend to be a little thrifty, so I got to splurge on my wife. LOL

These were mostly things we got for Puzz because I didn't want to worry about lugging things home in a suitcase. But she keeps telling me they're our things, which makes me smile every time I think about it. Some of the pins are for me. I'd like to put them on my backpack... Hopefully they don't fall off. Jackie and Dodogama are friends.

The "Chicory" bag is a bit of a funny story. Puzz and I saw the "Beastieball" booth in the corner of the indie section. Very fun demo. Very cute booth. They have cool merch! I thought I saw Lena Raine working the booth, and I got really shy & nervous about making a poor impression, so I just kind of hid behind my partner. (I wish I had said hi, in retrospect... but we live and we learn...) So we just kind of shuffle off to the merch desk and talk to a very nice man there while we pick up some things. I work up the guts to say that I really like these games and that they mean a lot to me!! The guy says, well thank you, that means a lot to me and the team. Wow! Real swell guy, I'm thinking to myself. A day or two later Puzz and I are out to lunch with some friends and I just suddenly go eyes wide & mouth agape because I put two and two together in my head and realize Oh holy shit that was Greg Lobanov wasn't it. LOL

Puzz found a cheap copy of "999: 9 Hours, 9 Persons, 9 Doors" for the DS at a retro game store's pop-up. They also had "A Bug's Life" for Game Boy Colour and a strategy guide for "Gex 3", both of which I wish I had picked up.

Mr. Basculin was a gift from Jake. Good news! Mr. Basculin is still alive.

This is all stuff that was given to me as gifts. (Aside from the con badges. They make you pay for those.) You've probably already seen the Bibi that Jake made me. "Chicken Run" was also from him. "Zapper" was from Puzz and the Gumby game (& the Bad Boe sticker) was from Scorpy. These games fuckin suck asshole!!!!!!!!! I'm obsessed with them & I'll cherish them forever. I also got a little rock and a human dog keychain.

I think Scorpy said a fan gave this to him at PAX East to pass to me eventually. I'm having a hard time reading the @ on it, but on the off-chance you see this: thank you so much. Every time I think about it I get a little teary-eyed. I want to get myself a little picture frame for it. (This is the first time someone's given me fanart like this before, and it made me very emotional. LOL)

Puzz and I only got 2-day passes for PAX, so we spent the rest of our time in Seattle hanging out with friends and seeing the sights. I don't feel like digging all the photos out right now, but we went to a really fucking nice jazz club (Dimitriou's Jazz Alley - great ambience, really good food, we saw Keiko Matsui live which was life-changing), we visited MoPOP (I hadn't been in years! It was alright! Puzz had some capital-t Thoughts about the whole place which was fun to listen to!), we rode the trains, I got a big bag of Dicks, we walked around downtown. There was this really nice coffee shop that I keep having dreams about, so I hope I can go back to Seattle soon. (Or at least eventually, next year.) Then we went to Portland for a day to say hi to a friend because the state was nearby.

Then we went back to Puzz's place in California. Then there was a major heatwave & a bunch of wildfires nearby... So we didn't have the chance to get out much in September. But that's okay. We've both been tired lately & I think we both badly needed some dedicated Not Doing Things time. It's just a shame that it was enforced by Dangerous Weather Conditions.

We got to visit some local friends and I got to try out more Bog-Standard Mediocre American Food. (Dunkin Donuts is just Tim Hortons. Olive Garden is kind of scary but the salad was really good and the breadsticks were fine. I had a middling hamburger from Jack In The Box tonight. Their milkshake was very good. I'm sure I'm forgetting others.) I went to a Macy's for the first time and the layout of the store made me have a panic attack. We went for nice walks and saw lots of nice critters and plants. I got to swim! I watched a mediocre PlayStation presentation! I turned 30 years old! Puzz took me to a very fancy and really nice Italian place for my birthday, in case you were worried that I was only eating garbage here. LOL

We got a lot of books.

Maybe too many. Also a Miles Davis vinyl for myself & some Gunpla as an early birthday gift for Puzz. And also the cookbook was a gift from family. But I'm very excited to tuck into more of these, hopefully soon. Some were for me and some were for Puzz but knowing us we're going to go "hey, I liked this one, you check it out" or "hey, I didn't like this one, but maybe you will" for a lot of them. I'm gonna start with "Annihilation" and the game essays book. ("House of Leaves" is a second copy for us, because my copy was originally Puzz's and I wanted them to be able to read it too.) I don't have room in my bags for much more than what I came here with, so we're gonna ship some of the books to each other when we're done reading.

It's been a very nice month... I feel very thankful to have a life full of love like this. I don't think I have anything else to add to this post! Thanks for reading.

[iid-smile]

★ — CANDY

다신 너 혼자 아냐

너의 곁엔 내가 있잖아

content — teacher!shinazugawa sanemi x fem!teacher!reader, modern au, established relationship (married), he's a bit mean ☹��, jealousy, reader is shorter than him, he calls you mrs shinazugawa, a little suggestive at the end but nothing much

wc — 1.1k (woops)

dec 9 ★ event masterlist — for the lovely @sanemistar !

a/n — totally missed the opportunity to make this birthday based but its ok 😚 got a little carried away and this didnt end up as fluffy and clear as i wanted it to be + maybe some mistakes

the holidays have just started. the day has felt particularly short, probably because the energy from the students completely drained you out. nevertheless, it's been fun, and a nice break from teaching. you were more than excited to be able to spend some more time with your husband without him being frustrated every other day.

to your misfortune, you did have the odd favour or two to take care of before you got to go home. they were only quick ones, plus a few papers to stack up and take in for marking. plus a lost sweater that you can't leave in your classroom. plus some books that contain tests in need of grades. oh... that's a lot.

you'd rather not take your time walking back home, especially with the heavy items in your arms. in fact, you were walking quick enough to catch up with sanemi who was just ahead of you, even though he left earlier.

he raises an eyebrow at you as you approach his side happier than usual, eyeing the heaps of colourful bags and drawings you're juggling in your hands. "what's all of this?" he questions as he opens the door, letting you walk in first while simultaneously helping you out by taking the smaller books and packaged goods balanced on top.

before you answer, you dump everything on the kitchen counter, letting out a small huff. "gifts from the kids for new years."

"for new years?" his face scrunches up. he flicks through some of the art pieces you've received, some drawings and others are cut out snowflakes. "never heard of that in my life."

"because nobody's ever given you any."

"really? you got an attitude now?"

a soft giggle leaves your lips as you shrug. "no, it's just the truth."

he sifts through what you got. a lot of hand-drawn cards, some store bought ones, chocolates and candy, random toys, candy, more candy. they're kids. of course they'd give you a bunch of junk. but one thing seems to catch his eye, and not in a good way.

you turn in his direction at the sound of his grumbles of slight irritation, and the source of it is in his hands. "flowers?"

"mhm."

they're hellebores. not the prettiest bouquet, and quite obviously have been deported a while ago from who knows where. with a little more inspection, you notice the words 'grown in italy' in bold letters close to the bottom of the stems. italy? these surely couldn't have been cheap.

your attention shifts as you wander around the kitchen, sorting things out into different categories. you were trusting sanemi enough to not fiddle with anything too much, but you didn't notice him picking up the flowers, squinting his eyes at them.

carelessly, he shakes them around. he wasn't even trying to be sneaky about it. the rustling noise was loud and clear. you snatch them out of his hands, checking for damage. some petals fluttered down onto the kitchen tiles, alongside some loose stems and leafs, but overall they were in good shape. gosh, does he have no respect for your students?

even with your now slightly sour mood, his face remains indifferent, aside from the furrow in his eyebrows. "you don't even like these ones."

"it's the thought that counts." you retort, the decision of either leaving them in a vase or putting them in the living room as decor spinning around in your mind. "i think they're quite nice."

he snorts, his hands now shoved in his pockets. "see, if i got you those, you would hate them."

"when have i ever hated something you've gifted me?"

that one got him. he can only pull a face at you as he trudges over to a nearby chair and sits down. you make sure to place the flowers a good distance away from him, just in case he decides to go and mess things up again.

you had prepared in advance to display some of the snowflakes that you've made yourself since you had planned to do more holiday based activities instead of lesson work, but you hadn't anticipated that some that the students cut out were for you. you don't even know if your wall was long enough, and you wanted to put some cards up as well...

"oi." he tosses you a little trinket he bought earlier on in the month that was sitting around.

it's a flat ornament of sorts, shaped like a little tabby cat. it was flat on it's back, paws expertly sculpted to look extra squishable. it was stuck to a circular background with a red and white checkered pattern, and right on it's belly was a thin ribbon tied into a bow, almost dwarfing the miniature animal. cute... how could you forget you had it?

actually, why did he throw it? it's ceramic, for goodness sake.

deep breaths. this was supposed to be a peaceful for you, but his eyes burning into your back was burning — literally on fire. you can't decorate in these conditions.

momentarily, your eyes shut. 'things will get better', you tell yourself, but there's always that odd time where he's just... you don't even know. unbearable sounds too strong. annoying is too harsh. difficult, perhaps?

"make sure you put mine in the middle." and he strikes again.

luckily, you could tell he's more playful this time, knowing he's starting to get on your nerves. you play along, as you always do. "but you're not in my class," you tilt your head towards him, raising an eyebrow. "are you?"

"so? i'm your husband, why shouldn't i be there?" he taunts.

it would be rude not to show it off, especially after you insisted that you loved it. "whatever you say, mr shinazugawa." you relent, finally letting him have his time to shine. the cat shifts over to become the center piece, just below a printed photograph of the two of you together.

a sigh escapes through his nose. "thank you, missus."

"mm... missus who?"

"mrs shinazugawa."

"better."

silence. he's still not satisfied. no matter what he does, all of these meaningless gifts seem to be more important than his. what else can he do?

he wanted your full attention. he wanted to feel your soothing touch, he wanted your lips smashed against his, he wanted you, everything. how can you not see that at this point?

"how about you do this later..." your vision is suddenly obstructed by sanemi's shoulder, his voice now oddly low with a hint of suggestiveness laced into it. "and we head upstairs?" one hand was around your waist, the other on your shoulder, ready to guide you towards the bedroom door. pushy, but you like it.

either way, your little plan worked out in the end. you have him all to yourself, and you can only thank him giving into his jealousy all too quick.

[trippygalaxy]

His (Metal) Rose

A rewrite of an old headcanon! And like- my first x reader for LU in literal months if not a year-- HELLO! I AM BACK! :DDD

Summary: Four struggles with conveying his feelings verbally, so why not put his smithing skills to use?

Character: Four x Gn! Reader Warnings: No beta we die like Twi, some overthinking on Fours part? Words: 900+

Four hasn’t been the best with words in his life, stumbling through conversations and often struggling to convey his thoughts through words, which always lead to some tough conversations when it comes to personal relationships. Often his thoughts and feelings were questioned, some going as far as accusing him of actively hiding his emotions- which wasn’t true at all! Four felt a lot, he felt so much that it was so hard to single out one thought to begin verbalizing it, and it wasn’t like this was the Colours fault either– he's been like this ever since he could remember.

Four couldn’t count how many friendships -and potential courtships- he pushed away thanks to his lack of verbalization, so when he started to grow a connection with you, he was down right terrified. He was so scared of losing another person due to his own failings that he knew he had to do something. The hero could try to verbalize his thoughts, to sit you down and have a long and deep conversation but the thought of it made his skin crawl- he knows he would have to do it at some point but…he rather not now, especially when he's trying to not embarrass himself! But the longer he thought, the more he started to realize that if he can’t tell you how he felt…then maybe he could show you!

Yes, yes that is what he would do. He’ll make you something, something so full of every ounce of what he felt that he was sure you’d understand with just a simple glance!

Knowing he couldn’t act on this urge right away as the Chain was far from any nearby town, he decided on brainstorming. Taking parchment from Warriors journals and snatching the pencil that dangled from Legend’s utility belt -the hoarder cursed at him, something about mapping but Four didn’t really care in the moment- before putting his brain to work.

It didnt take him long to decide on a flower- A rose. He’s seen it time and time again, gifted petals and trimmed thorns, handed to a beloved in a show of care and understanding. Four scribbled dozens of different designs, each as elegant as the last but none of that mattered, not if he couldn’t bloom the fire forged flower with love melted into every burning vein. What was the use of a pretty rose if his love didnt keep the metal warm even on the coldest nights? If you couldnt feel the smooth petals and think of his thrumming heart for you then what was this all for? The smith spent quite a while planning the creation of the masterpiece which would be his rose- your rose- before he even THOUGHT about stepping into a forge. But, one day, with the final stroke of the graphite, the colour hero found himself satisfied.

And thankfully, it didnt take the Chain too long to finally arrive at the blessed town! Not even Time could have stopped him from running off as soon as they had booked into an inn, his energy and motivation higher than the clouds Hyila stood on. Now, to actually get access to a forge and materials…was a little harder than planned but Four wasn’t one to one for an answer when it came to fulfilling a task such as this!

It took him longer than he’d like to admit to get the hang of the new skill- and too many failed attempts that got smelt back down. Yet here he stood, rough leather gloves cradling an intricate metal rose, the petals curled like rolling waves on a calm tide with rippling edges. The rolling stem curled like a cat's tail, flowing as if blowing in the wind. Truely, a beautiful and brilliant piece yet something was still…missing. Sure, he poured every ounce of care into the vessel of his feelings and sure, he treated it as gently as he would you yet…a part of him -or many parts of him- felt like something wasn't there, wasn't representing the whole of him.

Twirling the rose in his hand gloves fingers, a pout heavy on his lips, as his eyes scanned the borrowed space, searching for something, anything to fill the missing piece.

Paint? No, it wouldn't adhere to the smooth metal. Patination? It would work, but he doubted this forge even had the equipment for such a thing. Frustration built behind the smith’s eyes. He was so close to finishing this yet he stayed slumped over this creaking workbench with a deepening pout.

Half tempted to ignore the scratching at the back of his mind that demanded perfection, Four sits up with a stretch only to stop mid way as a colourful hue glimmers under the workbench. Leaning back, the man almost jumps in joy as his eyes catch what seemed to be cut gems -likely artificial- shining up at him. It didnt take him long to find four coloured gems; red, green, blue and purple. Smiling ear to ear, the smith jumps up from his spot, grabbing all his materials and heading back to the anvil. It was time to put those jewelry classes gramps forced him through to use and to scratch that itch at the back of his head.

Finally, with sweat dripping down his brow, finally it was done.

Four admired the freshly polished, shining rose with a look of fondness. Pride swelled in his chest alongside the unimaginable adoration for you. A small thing it was, unable to even begin to tell of his love for you but even if it took thousands of bouquets to show you just that, Four was more than willing to be your smith.

[lightasthesun]

Happy Disability Pride fellow spoonies!

As always: mind the tags!!

Push through (until you break) by @guildofscribes

Oneshot | 1,6K | Obi-Wan, Anakin, Cody

Next to Anakin's ease and power within the Force, none of the clones realize just how far General Kenobi is pushing himself to keep up. It's war. And he'll do what he must. Until he can't.

Memories awash with colour by QuickSilverFox3

Chapters: 2 | 4,4K | Cody/Obi-Wan

There is a Spring Festival on Coruscant meant to remember when the city overtook everything and what they had all lost because of it. Obi-Wan and Cody never manage to see it, but they spend the time together regardless.

No words needed by jack_a_rose

Oneshot | 2,8K | Cody/Obi-Wan & the 212th Attack Battalion

“It really doesn’t bother me, my dear,” Obi-Wan lied through his teeth, struggling to sit upright on the bed in the medbay after his most recent injury. His arm was in a sling so he couldn’t sign, and Cody could see the frustration in his eyes with every instinctive move to lift his arm, “I have spent years not hearing, it is as much a part of me as my lightsaber is, it’s part of who I am. Yes, my implant allows me to hear and yes, sometimes I do miss the voices of my loved ones, but I am used to it.”

“But you shouldn’t have to be,” Cody signed as he spoke, letting out a sigh, “you chose to get the implant for a reason, to have the choice to hear. And that choice has been taken from you.” “You do not need to worry about me, dear,” Obi-Wan said, reaching out with his uninjured hand to place it on Cody’s knee.

Cody just shook his head and smiled sadly. “I always worry about you, cyare.”

a quiet tapestry by lux_arcana

Oneshot | 2,9K | Obi-Wan & Quinlan

The war had broken Obi-Wan, but he was alive.

Sometimes that was enough.

(Or: The impact of Obi-Wan's strained relationship with the Force after the end of the Clone Wars)

instead i took care of you by CallToMuster

Oneshot | 2K | Obi-Wan & Service Animal Boga & Ahsoka

When Obi-Wan opened his eyes again, he was on the ground and he couldn’t remember how he got there.

[Or: many decades after the successful ending of the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan is still struggling, in ways both old and new.]

heavy off a golden hue by catboydogma

Series | Cody/Obi-Wan (Rex & Qui-Gon)

“And there are some, like me,” Obi-Wan said, voice softening against his will, “who relapse. And relapse. And… and it never quite leaves. I’m afraid I’m rather susceptible to the kind of emotional distress that the flowers thrive in. There is so much love to be had in the galaxy, and I can’t help but… even when it hurts. Perhaps especially when it hurts. I let it get ahold and it’s chronic at this point. Even if I never loved again, I will always have… this.” He spread a hand over his own chest and already, he could feel the stuttering slip of petals and leaves threatening. He kept his breathing slow and shallow, and the threat passed—for now.

Heliotropism by wobblycompetencies

Oneshot | 15K | Poe/Luke (Rey & Wedge Antilles & Mace)

“Really,” he said, to underline the point, because Poe was looking a little doubtful. “I’m in no rush here. Whatever you want to do, or not do, is fine. I’m just...enjoying spending time with you.”

"I’m not in a rush, exactly, I just want – " Poe normally was able to state his mind with little angst or uncertainty; now, he looked faintly exasperated with himself. "I do want to find out what I still can do. Not all at once, though. And I don't know what it’ll look like, or – or how long it's gonna take for me to get there."

Luke reached for Poe's hand where it was drumming restlessly on the tabletop, and squeezed it reassuringly. "Find out together?"

Ni haa'taylir ner'st o'r gar (I see myself in you) by foreverchangingfandoms

Oneshot | 11K | Obi-Wan & Tholme (Qui-Gon, Quinlan, Bant, Vokara)

On a mission, Obi-Wan is seriously injured in a way that could change his life forever. Whilst healing, he finds help from his friend's Master and the one Jedi who understands how he feels.

look after you by piqu3d

Oneshot | 2.2K | Obi-Wan/Cody & Luke & Leia

He’s sitting in his chair, legs turned irreparably inwards leading to knobby knees covered by a loose blanket. The cannula in his nostrils is slightly crooked on its way to the tank attached to his chair. There are pale purple circles under his eyes, and wrinkles wear at his skin around his eyes and his nose. His hair, stringy with sweat, drapes against his pale forehead. His lopsided smile rests on chapped lips, and his hands are lightly trembling where they hover over his lap.

He’s the most beautiful person Cody’s ever seen.

if it's quite alright by piqu3d

Oneshot | 2.2K | Obi-Wan & Leia (minor codywan)

“Obi-Wan,” Cody’s voice filters from the cracks between Leia’s fingers, and Obi-Wan wants to sob. His heart keens at the phantom touches on his shoulders and around his waist as he listens to Cody’s steady, low voice. “Obi-Wan, it’s alright.”

A forced chuckle rips its way from behind his teeth. “Alright, is it?”

Cody’s response is a buzz over the wireless connection: “It’s going to be. You have Leia. Fulcrum and her charge are alive. Just breathe, Kenobi.”

Not Her by dieFabuliererin

Chapters: 23 | 76k | Ahsoka-centric | Padmé/Anakin (Obi-Wan & Ahsoka & Anakin & Cast)

A white-hot warning flashes through the Force, and Ahsoka jumps to the rooftop without hesitating. Whatever Obi-Wan's reason for not defending himself, she can't allow the sniper to kill him. She wouldn't be able to live with herself.

Incapacitation by whitchry9

Oneshot | 3K | Obi-Wan & Stim (medic oc) & Cody

Neuromuscular incapacitation: the disruption of nerve and muscle function by a targeted electrical stimulus.

Or, Obi Wan gets shocked repeatedly, and the aftereffects are... many.

Speak No Word (Hear No Sound) by TemporaryUniverse

Oneshot | 6K | Obi-Wan & Ahsoka and Anakin and Boga

Ahsoka wasn't sure what she was getting into when she was assigned to Master Kenobi and sent to the front lines. She didn't even know he was deaf.

Being captured together gives them the chance to get to know each other a little more. For better or worse.

dancer in the dark by catboydogma

Chapters: 3 | 10K | Cody/Obi-Wan & Dooku & Anakin

“Fuck,” Obi-Wan said. “Anakin, what’s Bly’s last name?” Anakin blue-screened for a moment. “Uh…”

“Fuck,” Obi-Wan said again, sliding ungracefully off the boards with a thump and putting his back to the door. “Is that—tell me that’s not Bly’s father, Anakin.” Good God, he’d never live this down.

“No,” Anakin said after a moment squinting first at the door, then Obi-Wan. A tangled mess of sound was echoing through the room as the newcomers greeted Bly and vice versa, all deep voices with light accenting—Māori, Obi-Wan remembered, slightly giddy. It was a Māori accent, because—“That’s his brother,” Anakin told Obi-Wan. “Cody—”

“Cody Fett,” Obi-Wan said, clutching his cup a little tighter and steadfastly refusing to look over his shoulder. “He’s brothers with Cody Fett, former Olympic gold medalist and—oh, God.“

[lisbeth-kk]

May Prompts (31) Pride

The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 31)

Summary: We get glimpses of Joanna Shirley's first year and an emotional trip to the countryside ensures that the circuit is closed.

Thirty-One Years Old

Some months after Joanna’s first birthday, we’re going to Sussex to spend a week with my parents. She has Timothy’s dark hair and my curls. Her eyes are violet-blue and radiant, her social skills are impeccable. Our daughter loves people. When we’re out in the park, at the shops, on the tube or the bus, she babbles to anyone who’s willing to listen. Most people are. During the Pride parade, that became quite evident. 

Molly had bought her a multi-coloured dress. In each hand she had a flag. The traditional rainbow flag in her right, and the bisexual one in her left. Every so often, people in the parade approached her to say hello, and she preened and had the time of her life. Timothy filmed the whole charade to show to our families later.

When she’s used up her charm…let’s just say; her bad temper is as untamed as her good mood…

“Just like her mother,” Dad often points out when I complain.

There’s no sympathy to get from Papa either.

“A tornado is calm compared to your tantrums as a child and teenager, Bee.”

“Ha, bloody ha,” I retort, but I know it’s true.

Having a strong will and principles can be good things, I guess.

***

Joanna has never seen Papa’s garden and beehives. The last time we visited, it poured down all weekend, so we stayed inside.

She has yet to have taken her first steps, but there have been other firsts. 

First trip inside the city: New Scotland Yard with uncle Greg so he could show her off to all his previous colleagues (he retired two years ago.)

First solid food: corn porridge (she detested oatmeal.)

First tooth: four months (she bit me when I breast fed her.)

First real trip: Sussex to Grandad and Lock. (She refuses to call Papa anything else.)

First BIG toy: an antique rocking horse from the granduncles. (Guess which one searched worldwide for the correct one, a replica from his and Papa’s childhood.)

***

The second Joanna sees her grandparents, she starts to wriggle in my arms, can’t get to them fast enough.

“Easy, my little octopus,” I mutter and hand her to Dad with a relieved sigh.

“Hey there, princess Shirley,” Dad coos and kisses her cheek.

“Da!” she exclaims and pats his shoulder, before turning eagerly to Papa, stretching out her arms.

“Hello, little Joan,” Papa rumbles, which make her giggle and shout: “Lock!”

“You’ve got to stop calling her that,” Dad protests half-heartedly.

“Nonsense,” Papa says mock serious. “Not until you stop calling her princess Shirley.”

Joanna points at herself when she hears Dad’s name for her.

“Yes, that’s you,” Papa agrees proudly. “My clever girl.”

***

After lunch and Joanna’s nap, Dad and Papa walk around the garden with her, safely in Dad’s arms to show her the different flowers, letting her smell and touch. Her dazzling smile, and the besotted looks on my fathers’ faces are caught on camera. I decide to get it enlarged and framed as a Christmas present.

Papa points out the beehives, but they stay at a distance lest Joanna’s waving arms disturb the bees. I stifle a sob when she turns and points a finger at me when Papa says the word “bee”.

“Yes, darling. That’s Mummy too,” I say in a choked voice.

“Well done, princess,” Dad praises.

“Cess,” Joanna manages and presses her palm against her chest.

***

A week later, as a farewell, Papa takes Joanna for another stroll in the garden, which she seemingly can’t get enough of. She took her first steps there two days ago, eager to get her hands on a bee that was resting on a flower petal. When the insect flew away, she turned questioningly at Papa, who had followed in her steps ready to catch her if she lost her balance.

After they’ve finished the circuit, Joanna starts to wail, but Papa’s excited voice and gesticulating hand, gets her attention.

“Let me tell you what I once told your mother when she and Granddad moved to Baker Street,” he starts, and goes through the different stages of human decay, the art of flagging down a taxi in London, and pissing off the likes of Philip Anderson.

Before he’s finished, Joanna has fallen asleep in his arms.

Also available on AO3

You can find the fic that inspired this one here

Here we are. At the end of an amazing month of prompts which have produced ficlets, limericks, heartbreakingly beautiful writing, hilarious new AUs and so much more. Tears have been shed, laughter has been shared, the fandom has shown endless support and love to everyone involved.

Thank you to the wonderful @calaisreno for instigating this marvellous event, and to everyone who has participated, commented, reblogged and cheered along the way.

(P.S There'll be no Rosie at the age of 106 as you requested early in the month @totallysilvergirl because that would ensure the demise of our OTP, and we both know that I don't do that...)

@keirgreeneyes @raina-at @helloliriels

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[lady-bess]

Hi Mrs Daniels!

I'm back with my Ask games again!

This time we have a spring based prompts theme. You get a spring prompt and a character and I'd like to know your head canon/immediate thoughts on the combination.

Character: Jack Daniels (of course)

Prompt: petals

With love,

El

Petals

Jack Daniels x F!OC General/Teen+ Content W/C: 913 Notable tags: Spring, Spring Prompt, Retired Jack, Domestic Jack, Fluff.

A/N: Finally getting round to this ask! Thank you my dear El for sending this in - I now sufficiently have an image of retired Jack swirling round my head 🫠🫠 (Is anyone surprised?)

Enjoy!

LadyBess xox

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Life was slower for Jack now, but he couldn’t be more thankful for it. For too long he’d lived his life swept away in the hustle and bustle of working for Statesman. But now, he took every day one hour at a time, and he enjoyed every moment.

Retirement was treating him well. After nearly thirty years serving with Statesman, he’d done his time, and decided to hang up his lasso for good. No more did he want to be running around, putting his life at risk, chasing down some of the world’s most nefarious criminals - not after he met her, either.

She’d come into his life at a time he’d least expected it, but now five years on he couldn’t imagine his life being any different. It was almost hard to imagine that there had been a time without her. They’d met by sheer chance one afternoon in May when his flight to the New York office got delayed, and they’d just been at the right place at the right time. With a few hours to kill, they started chatting just to pass the time, but when it came to boarding the plane Jack knew he wanted to make her all his.

Six months later, he did.

They’d lived together ever since, out in the depths of the Kentucky countryside. Jack had always wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps and have a home like what he had now - simple, functional, and picturesque. Situated on a few acres of land, it wasn’t like the old ranch he’d grown up on, but it was close enough. He had a few horses, and a few hens; that more than sufficed.

He had a simple life now, and took enjoyment in the small pleasures. Today was no exception. The sky had been clear this morning when he rose, a crispness to the air and a fine dew on the grass. Spring was well and truly here, and the garden they both meticulously maintained reflected this. Flowers of every colour started to bloom, a small rainbow in the beds littering the land.

Jack smiled to himself, fully content, as he relaxed back into the wooden swing bench which he’d installed under an oak tree just behind the main house. It had become his favourite place to be, especially on early mornings like these. A gentle breeze swayed past him, carrying a few loose petals across the green grass, and he watched as they danced away into the distance.

And that’s when he saw her.

Jack always woke up early - it was a habit he’d got into from his time with Statesman. He always slept light, his body finding it difficult even in retirement to not have to worry about being constantly alert. As such, once he woke up in the mornings, he found it hard to drift back off to sleep. Usually he’d just get up, and be by himself for a couple of hours. But just occasionally, she’d be up too.

Today was one of those mornings.

He smiled at her from across the garden, watching her come towards him with two mugs of tea in her hands. She was still dressed in last night’s pyjamas, a navy blue knee-length nightdress, with slippers to match, but she’d also thrown on one of Jack’s flannel shirts over the top. The gentle wind whipped at the hem of her nightdress, and she giggled as the silk dappled across her thighs. Jack grinned at her as she got closer, refraining himself from making an inappropriate joke.

“Morning, sugar,” he drawled, his voice still thick with sleep. She smiled down at him, handing him one of the piping hot mugs, then settled down next to him on the seat.

“Good morning, sunshine,” she said. Sunshine had been her nickname for Jack, the irony coming from the fact he was usually the complete opposite to a ray of sunlight. At least, he was. Retirement had changed that. But still, the nickname had stuck.

Jack took the mug from her, chuckling to himself, but then thanking her. He took a sip, sighing in contentment as the drink warmed him from the inside. It might be spring time now, but this early in the morning it was still a little on the colder side.

“What’s got you up so early, my love?” he asked. He set the drink down on his knee, stabilising it with one hand on the handle, and then he slipped his other arm across her shoulders. She smiled, leaning into his hold.

“Needed the bathroom, but noticed you’d already got up. Saw you out here and thought I’d keep you company for a little while,” she said. Jack smiled, turning his head to plant a kiss in her hair.

“You’re too sweet, you know that right?” he said, and she giggled.

“So is that why you call me sugar?” she asked, making Jack laugh.

“Maybe. Got a problem with that?” he teased. She turned her head to look at him, smiling warmly as the breeze began to mess up her hair, half in a messy bun from overnight.

“Never, Jack. I love you,” she said, leaning up to kiss Jack softly. He smiled against her lips, applying pressure to hers in return, drinking in the sensation. His body went warm throughout, the contentment and happiness of being with her as clear to him as the sky above. And in that moment, he realised.

He had never been happier.

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[kataravimes-of-the-shire]

This has been tickling around in my brain for months.

Room to Grow

The Archeron sisters discuss what they miss about being human.

Kinda ✨angst✨, kinda fluff

Word Count: 1226

“Do you know what I miss?” Feyre sighed wistfully.

She sat with her sisters under the glimmering glass dome of the newly erected Velaris Orangerie. They were seated around a small mosaic-covered table, a steaming pot of tea and a tiered display of cakes before them. The late morning sun gave the space a soft glow, turning all of their hair into varying shades of burnished bronze.

Nesta cocked her head eyes narrowing slightly, she could always see through Feyre’s attempts at feigning innocence, “What do you miss?”

“Stretch marks,” Feyre sighed.

Feyre looked between her sisters. Nesta’s eyebrows had shot up towards her hairline. Elain’s cup of tea had paused midway to her mouth, her petal-coloured lips parted in mild shock. This was not a conversation one had in polite society. Feyre began to scramble for a change of topic. This was still new ground. This peace with her sisters. Openness.

Feyre was about to remark upon the craftsmanship of the dome that soared away above them, or on the already spectacular height of the plants from Summer Court whose uppermost leaves just brushed the underside of the glass.

When Elain let out a small laugh and then tensed, as if bracing herself.

“They were like stripes, I used to hate them on my thighs” - she paused, Feyre met her sister’s warm brown eyes and gave her a nod of encouragement - “I loved that the fashions kept my legs covered. I used to be terrified someone would see them and realise I wasn’t all that beautiful after all.”

“I was so pleased when I finally got some, it was proof I was growing. Proof that I was healing. Or at least what I thought healing was when I was with him,” Feyre fought the temptation to curve her shoulders in towards her body. She reached for another cake, her third or was it fourth? She rarely kept stock of how much food she ate anymore. Only if she felt stressed would the habit of tracking every morsel and crumb come creeping back into her life. Rhysand had only reigned in Nesta and Cassian’s mating ceremony when he discovered her stash of bread, magicked to stay fresh, stashed at the back of their shared closet.

Nesta cleared her throat, bringing Feyre out of her memories before she spoke softly, “I had them on the curve of my breasts; they shone silver in the candlelight. They were beautiful. I always thought yours were too,” she reached out across the table to squeeze Elain’s hand. “Your looks have never been what made you truly beautiful, blossom.”

Elain’s eyes welled with tears, Feyre couldn’t help but beam as she watched her sisters share this moment. Couldn’t help but beam as Nesta reached out and took Feyre’s hand as well, and gave it a light squeeze.

“But do you know what I really miss” - Nesta seemed to shake herself out of the reverent moment she had created - “The lines I had right here,” she pointed to the smooth and flawless patch of skin between her brows.

“Frown lines you mean!” Feyre laughed, sticking her tongue out at her eldest sister. Earning her a frown unmarred by any wrinkles or creases.

“Concern lines, for all the trouble you were always getting into,” Nesta made a playful jab for Feyre’s ribs. Elain hid a snort of laughter behind her hand as she watched their antics.

Feyre delighted in her sisters’ laughter. After a moment they settled back into sipping at their tea and scattering more crumbs down the front of their outfits.

“I had a few grey hairs,” Elain added.

“I did too,” Nesta paused and looked at Feyre, her eyes narrowing in mock anger. “Don’t you dare comment on our age difference.”

“Not many,” Elain continued managing to effortlessly direct the conversation back where she wanted it before Feyre and Nesta descended into chaos once more. “But I think I was going to go grey the same way Mother had started to, before…”

Feyre had tried, and failed many times, to remember what their Mother looked like. But all she had was a sense of severity, of the length of a skirt, the smell of sickness and sometimes of lavender.

“Are either of you missing any moles?” Feyre could admit to herself that this was a last-ditch attempt to save them all from the melancholy they had unwittingly meandered into. “I used to know mine like the constellations of the night skies. I swear some are missing.”

“Oh, and scars!” Elain jolted back from wherever she had gone behind vacant eyes.

“Yes! Moles and scars. Vanished!” Nesta exclaimed. “I had little white specks across my neck and wrists from a pox I caught as a child before either of you were born, I think. Or perhaps Elain was just a babe. I would scratch them whenever Mother or the governess turned their back.”

“I had scars on my hands from learning to use a bow, from setting traps and climbing trees,” Feyre held up her hands and looked at them as if they were completely foreign objects to her. They had been at first. Unknowable.

“I had a sunburst white scar just below my knee,” Elain reached a hand below the table as if feeling for that old wound. “I can’t have been more than seven, out in the garden playing when I heard Father returning from a trip of some sort. I sprinted up the path so fast, skirts flying. You know I’ve always been clumsy, I tripped over my own feet and came down on a sharp stone lining the path.”

“Oh yes! I remember. You got straight back up and kept running. You were so desperate to see Father, he asked why you had ripped your skirts and you only burst into tears once you hiked them up and saw the blood!” Nesta’s mouth quirked up at one side as she recalled the memory.

Feyre knew that Rhys would comment on her glow as soon as she returned to the townhouse. As soon as they were alone she would gush to him about how whole it had made her feel to talk to her sisters, to hear Nesta mention their Father and not stumble over the words.

“I asked Rhys once if he had stretch marks,” Feyre looked out across the undulating meadow of the park, the sun was beginning to burn off the morning dew and the mist twirled like dancers in a ballroom. “He didn’t even know what they were.”

Nesta huffed a laugh and rolled her eyes conspiratorially, “Cassian couldn’t understand how we got scars for such minor wounds.”

Elain lack of comment about a conversation with her mate felt conspicuous. She stared down into her tea without replying to her sisters’ remarks. Feyre felt that maybe the morning had been soured once again when suddenly Elain whispered - as if to the morning sun, directed at no one in particular:

“I know they think all of these things mark out human frailty. But oh, how wonderful to have a map on your skin of everything you’ve lived through. Of everything you’ve survived.”

“Our old housekeeper once told me,” Nesta let out a wry laugh as she spoke. “Be grateful for every wrinkle, grey hair and mole. Growing old is a privilege, that not everyone gets.”

[fieldofdaisiies]

Elain x Lucien | Baby Fever

type: drabble warning(s): none word count: 600 words summary: Elain has some very happy news for her mate. 

- all rights reserved - 

“Hey, my outstandingly beautiful mate," Elain chirps, bumping Lucien’s nose after having jumped onto his lap. Immediately her mate looks up from his reports, his gaze meeting Elain’s. His eyes -one of russet and one of metal- are aglow.

“Good afternoon, my lovely and stunning mate. Why are we grinning like that?" Lucien’s large, warm hand moves to his mate’s hip, bringing her closer to him. 

"Do I need to have a reason to grin at my mate?"

Lucien’s face lights up even more, colour blooming high on his cheeks. Mirroring his expression Elain wants to peck her mate’s lips but fails terribly and rather giggles loudly against his mouth, quickly curling her arms behind his neck. 

"I actually do have a reason to grin like that, I—"

"Bought a new plant?"

The grin momentarily vanishes from the middle Archeron sister’s face. Furrowing her brows, she pinches Lucien’s biceps.“Hey! No.”

Elain tries to glower, but fails and only gives her eyes a tiny roll. “I have to tell you something actually…"

Anticipation and excitement and also admiration for his utterly adorable mate laces Lucien’s handsome face. His chest warms and he squeezes Elain to his body.

"Go on then, my lady."

"Well, you know about the birds and the bees?"

A smirk tugs on Lucien’s lips, now a tint of irritation coating his insides.

"Yes, you do, too, my love."

"I do, and I also do know what happens when one stops taking the contraceptive tea."

Elain grins, face flushing. She can hear Lucien’s heart beat louder and faster. He stares at her, mouth opening and staying open, many thoughts coursing through his mind while his skin starts to tingle. For a slight second Elain is worried that her mate might have stopped breathing. And teuly, the breath gets stuck in his throat when his mind goes blank.

“Luc—“

"You are pregnant?!” he blurts out, still staring at his mate with wide eyes.

"I am. I am with child. Our child, Lucien." This time she pecks his lips, breathing in his scent. 

Lucien’s jaw drops to the ground, eyes glazing and lashes turning damp. His throat works on a swallow when his eyes trail over the beautiful face of his mate. 

“I am going to be a father?” “That you are, my love. And I am going to be a mother.” 

Elain beams, and then squeals when her mate hoists her up and softly and carefully carries her over to the bed. He places her down and shoves her gown up her thighs, over her belly so that it pools under her breasts. Lucien, as carefully as possibly, settles between her thighs, grinning at her belly, then at Elain’s face, gazes meeting momentarily before he looks down at the small bump again. 

He lies down between her legs and exhales loudly. Colour blooms high on his tanned cheeks, every fiber of his body radiating joy and pure bliss reaching Elain through the bond.

Lucien’s soft, warm lips coast over Elain’s bare belly, her hand smoothing through his silken strands. 

"I cannot believe it," —after another kiss to Elain’s skin Lucien lifts his gaze, locking it with Elain’s— "our child is in there. Our baby. We are going to be parents, petal. The two of us are having a child. How long have you known?”

"Yes, we are and I found out only today." Elain beams, one single happy tear rolling out if her eyes. Lucien’s face was damp as well, singles tears rolling over his cheeks while his fingers dance over Elain’s skin, accompanied by his lips.

“This is the greatest happiness you could have brought into my life. The greatest happiness along with having you as my mate.”

“I love you, Lord Lucien, to the moon and back and more than you can imagine.” “I love you more than possible, Lady Elain.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

tags: @rippahwrites @shadowhunter2003 @my-inner-crisis @ladyelain @acourtofthought @itwasalwaysaboutthetea @multifictional  @moonlightazriel @aayo-whatt @brekkershadowsinger 

[thethirdromana]

Some thoughts on The Giggle:

Wild Blue Yonder was exactly the kind of Doctor Who episode that I reliably love. The Giggle, on the other hand, was a bit of a grab-bag of all the RTD tropes that I don't really get on with. So it was a bit of a surprise that I still enjoyed it hugely.

(For example, the threat that exists in every single one of a piece of technology simultaneously. How many times have we done that one now?)

It felt like enough plot for three episodes. There were bits I would have liked to have spent more time with; I felt like the episode was at its best when it slowed down and gave us a character moment, e.g. when Kate turns off her Zeedex.

Lovely to see Mel again.

Also lovely to how Donna solves the mystery. "I spent six months teaching my daughter how to play the recorder till she said 'This is not who I am'. And that was the start of a whole other conversation, believe you me" - perfect.

The final trigger for disaster is Starlink, the Prime Minister is Boris Johnson and we are assured that Donna will have a nice house and a good salary when all this is over. Yes, that's RTD on classic form.

The whole sequence with the bullets turning into petals - glorious.

It's almost a dick move to have the new guy immediately have to share a screen with his beloved predecessor but wow did Ncuti Gatwa pull it off. He IS the Doctor. Charisma for days.

Thighs for days too. I saw what you did there, RTD.

Could have done without "do you come in a range of colours?" though.

Fourteen lives happily ever after as Donna's QPP <3 <3 <3 I don't even normally like that kind of storyline but it just works.

And I notice that RTD left a lot of space for Fourteen to appear in the Extended Universe and indeed for David Tennant to keep reappearing as the Doctor at reasonable intervals for the rest of his life. Which I assume he will.

The transition from the calm of Donna's garden to the sheer excitement of the Fifteenth's Doctor's TARDIS was exhilarating.

I can't wait until Christmas.

[ronaldanthony4]

I recently created another digital artwork; this time, it’s a fan art. Fan art has always been a way for me to show my appreciation for the stories and characters that have left a mark on me, and this one is no exception. The piece pays homage to one of my favourite animated shows from Disney, Sofia The First. There's something so enchanting about the little princess of Enchancia, and it made me feel compelled to capture her in my own style. Every detail of this fan art is designed with admiration for the show’s beautiful animation and storytelling.

The star of this piece is, of course, Sofia herself. As the protagonist of Sofia The First, she's a character who has always resonated with me due to her kind heart and relatable journey from commoner to princess. In my artwork, I've depicted her in her signature princess outfit, a lilac gown that perfectly represents her royal yet approachable personality. I spent hours perfecting the details of her dress. The lilac bodice, trimmed with two elegant lines of pearls down the front and along the neckline, gives her a graceful, regal air. Her skirt hemmed with lilac petals and pearl studs, flares out majestically, but what truly makes it stand out are the lace drops shaped like four-leaf clovers—each one is painstakingly drawn to reflect Sofia's charm.

The dress is a spectacle of craftsmanship in both the animation and my recreation. The petals of her skirt feature a nimbus-like design, creating an otherworldly feel. The soft pastel colours further amplify this effect. Beneath the flowing petals, a pale yellowish petticoat peeks out, hemmed in a lilac band to match the rest of the gown. I wanted the colours to feel light and airy, much like Sofia's character. Her attire in my artwork wouldn’t be complete without her royal tiara—a swirly creation inset with pink sapphires, white pearls, and a turquoise diamond. This headpiece symbolizes her royal status while also capturing her playful nature. I paid special attention to the reflection of light on the gemstones to make them appear as real as possible, giving them a shimmer that makes the entire ensemble pop.

Of course, no depiction of Sofia would be complete without her iconic Amulet of Avalor. This piece of jewellery is one of the most important items in the show, as it carries magical powers and is central to many of the stories. For my artwork, I wanted the Amulet to take centre stage as much as the princess herself. It’s a large fire opal drop cabochon, a brilliant gem that catches the eye immediately. The pendant is mounted on a swirly silver backing, topped with three sapphires that I carefully shaded to look rich and deep. It hangs from a silver necklace, wrapped in delicate amethyst beads, creating a beautiful contrast to the warmth of the fire opal. In a way, the Amulet of Avalor represents the heart of Sofia, always full of magic, adventure, and compassion.

Drawing Sofia’s face was a particular joy. Her expressive blue eyes are one of her most memorable features in the show, and I tried to recreate that same sparkle in my artwork. The way her eyes reflect light is key to portraying her innocent and curious nature. Her eyes seem to tell the story of a girl who is always learning, always discovering new things about herself and the world around her. Her smile is soft but bright, embodying the warmth and kindness that has made her so beloved by fans of all ages. I drew her brown hair in gentle curls that framed her face, adding a touch of softness and making her appear both elegant and approachable.'

Sofia’s character arc is one of my favourite aspects of the show, and I wanted to reflect some of her personality in this artwork. In the story, Sofia starts as a regular girl living a humble life with her mother, Miranda. Everything changes when her mother marries King Roland II, making Sofia a princess overnight. Adjusting to this new life isn’t easy for her, and that’s part of what makes her so relatable. She has to learn how to behave as a princess, navigate royal life, and understand her new family dynamics, particularly with her new stepsiblings, Amber and James.

Amber, in particular, is a character who often clashes with Sofia. As a princess by birth, Amber is sometimes jealous of Sofia, especially because of how quickly Sofia wins the affection of those around her. Despite Amber’s occasional jealousy, Sofia always tries to get along with her, showing the same patience and kindness that make her such a wonderful role model. Sofia’s compassionate heart helps her build strong friendships, not just with her stepsiblings but with other characters like Clover, her pet rabbit, and Lucinda, a young witch.

I also find Sofia’s friendships with magical creatures particularly fascinating. For instance, Sofia forms a bond with a mermaid named Oona, showing that Sofia’s kindness transcends even species. Drawing inspiration from these friendships, I tried to give Sofia’s facial expression a sense of warmth and openness, reflecting her ability to connect with others, no matter who they are or where they come from. This trait of hers—of always being willing to make new friends and help others—is one of the reasons why I love her character so much.

But Sofia isn’t without her struggles. She faces challenges just like any other young person, particularly when it comes to fitting into the royal world. She’s often clumsy and unsure of herself at first, which only makes her more endearing. I wanted to capture this side of her as well—the part of Sofia that doesn’t always get things right the first time but keeps trying until she does. Her journey as a student at the Royal Preparatory Academy is filled with ups and downs, and the guidance she receives from Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather helps her grow. These three headmistresses, who are also good friends of Princess Aurora, play a crucial role in shaping Sofia into the princess she is destined to become.

Sofia’s learning process is something that I think many people can relate to, including myself. There are times when we all feel like we’re out of place like we don’t belong. Sofia’s story reminds us that it’s okay to feel that way sometimes and that what matters most is how we approach those challenges. Her courage and resilience are traits I admire, and I hope that some of them shine through in my artwork. As Sofia navigates her way through the challenges of becoming a princess, she learns valuable lessons about friendship, kindness, and perseverance. The influence of the headmistresses and Princess Aurora serves as a reminder that we all have the power to shape our destinies.

One of the most enjoyable aspects of Sofia’s character is her free-spirited nature. Despite her new royal status, she doesn’t let it change who she is at heart. I especially love the scenes in the show where Sofia does something as playful as sliding down the staircase rails—something that completely baffles her stepsister, Amber. It’s moments like these that remind us that Sofia, for all her royal duties, is still a child who loves to have fun. Capturing this youthful energy was essential in my artwork. Her pose is graceful yet playful as if she’s just finished twirling in her dress and is about to burst into a giggle.

Sofia’s adorableness is another key aspect of her character. In the episode “The Secret Library: The Tale of the Noble Knight,” new acquaintances shower her with affection because they can’t resist her charm. I wanted to capture that same adorableness in my artwork, making her look sweet and lovable, the kind of character who instantly makes you want to be her friend. Sofia’s ability to connect with both humans and magical creatures alike is a testament to her universal appeal, and I think that’s why she has remained such a beloved character throughout the years.

In conclusion, creating this fan art of Sofia was not just an artistic challenge but also a way for me to reconnect with a character I’ve admired for a long time. Every detail, from the pearls on her dress to the fire opal in her Amulet, was crafted with love and appreciation for the show. Sofia The First may be a children’s show, but its messages of kindness, perseverance, and friendship resonate with people of all ages, including myself. Through this artwork, I wanted to capture not just Sofia’s appearance but also her essence—her heart, her charm, and her unwavering kindness. This piece is my tribute to a character who, though fictional, has had a very real impact on me and countless others.

[ahordeofwasps]

Find the Word Tag

I've been tagged by the awesome @deanwax! Thanks for the tag! My words are dress, red, book, even, and odd. I'll be sharing excerpts from To Not Falling Off Cliffs!

But first, the no pressure tags! I'll be tagging @sarandipitywrites, @winterandwords, @mary-is-writing, @emelkae, and open tag! Your words are fire, flail, free, and follow!

Now, onto To Not Falling Off Cliffs!

Dress & Odd

On the other side there were two humanoids. One was a woman, and the other was a man. They had clean flawless skin. Their hair was neatly combed without a single strand out of place. The woman wore a white dress while the man wore a black turtleneck and black slacks. They both smiled as they each held a small stack of pamphlets. They both looked almost human. Almost. Their teeth, although perfectly white and straight, looked a little too sharp. Their eyes weren’t vacant, but there was an emptiness behind their stares, the kind that demanded to be filled. They were [unintelligible]. [unintelligible] usually didn’t go door to door. [unintelligible] usually found their prey in crowds, in those that walked a little too slowly as if they were lost. Some [unintelligible] hunted on the internet, using social media to find those set adrift in their life, looking for someone or something to grab a hold of. [unintelligible] were impersonal, though they did strive to make their prey feel special. [unintelligible] preferred odds set in their favour, usually working one to one only when their hooks were in their prey.

Red & Even

There were small occasions where Erika lingered truthfully, however. She stopped in the aisle with the shampoo, taking the time she normally spent pretending to read the ingredients in each bottle. Recently, Erika had noticed that her hair was turning red and was starting to become dry and chitinous. Although she liked the unexpected colour change, she disliked how she looked with a head full of chitin instead of hair. When Erika had examined her shampoo and conditioner, she discovered her shampoo was enchanted to give her the “dazzling hair of the future.” Erika did not want the hair of the future. She wanted the hair of the present. Obtaining the hair of the present proved to be difficult. Half the shampoo brands had the “hair of the future” enchantment, making Erika wonder why she hadn’t seen anyone else with chitinous hair. Of those without the enchantment, one brand had caused the death of one of Steve’s clients, two brands were currently in the midst of lawsuits due to giving their customers alchemical burns, one shampoo’s only ingredient was one whole coconut, and the rest weren’t sulphate free. Erika sighed, rubbing her temples, feeling her headache returning. What should have been simple hygiene was quickly turning into a losing battle. Erika could at least choose how badly she lost that battle. She picked up one of the shampoos with sulphates; it would make her already dry hair even drier, but at least she would be free of the chitin.

Book

At first glance, the apartment looked the same as it was when Erika last visited. There was still a bucket of crystals on the end table next to a stack of unopened cardboard boxes with facial cleansers targeted towards teens. The blue macrofibre dusting cloth was still left forgotten on the bookshelf next to a series of volumes on pigeon breeding. Beer cozies with various energy drink logos printed on them nestled mason jars filled with origami flowers were scattered about every available flat surface. Next to where Erika sat was a potted plant sitting on a cardboard box that once contained meal replacement shakes. But, as Erika examined the room further, she spotted new items among the clutter. A small box of make-up was in the bucket of crystals. A bar of soap that looked like a cupcake sat on the bookshelf, still in its original packaging. The paper petals of the origami flowers look like they were wet, and the room reeked of peppermint, with the stench being strongest next to the origami flowers. There was a plastic depiction of a zombified cat having a tea party with a ceramic frog in the soil of the potted plant.

[imsailorpluto]

Summer Strike, ep 1; thoughts & spoilers

Wow, I entered a dream and got completely lost in this one. How to explain it, where to begin... There are those days when only one negative thought holds immense power over us, and then there are those days that are just so well that even though nothing special happens, every ounce of negativity simply bounces off of us as if it doesn't even exist. Well, I'd compare exactly that with the first episode of Summer Strike. Despite the main character Yeo-reum putting up with mobbing for a long time, she finally decides to quit all the pointless never-ending rush. By finishing this ep, all sense of frustration one might've felt along with our protagonist simply disappears.

The first episode depicts how people constantly chase after something beyond their reach and it even haunts them in their sleep. In that endless chase, forgetting to stay close to those who matter the most comes naturally. One day we're having a phone call with our dear ones, just like Yeo-reum, and the other we pick up that one call no one ever wishes to receive. A moment to say goodbye suddenly is long gone, and no matter how hard we try denying certain life events, it's still there in the end, inevitably waiting.

“Mom. I'll do everything for you. I'll make a lot of money, so I can take you out to look at flowers, and take you to the beach too. I'll do everything for you. So don't age too quickly.”

In that crazy rush, Yeo-reum lost her senses along with the perception of herself, and since those things seldom go unnoticed, her co-workers just pick on what's left of her, like some vultures. One step at a time, without even realising it, the ground beneath her feet keeps moving, escaping. Slowly vanishing. It doesn't crumble, nor does it make a sudden noise. It slowly fades away, like the colours of clothes exposed to the sun a little too long on a hot summer day.

“Every day, the exact same sun goes down and comes up. The world hasn't changed at all.”

In all its predictability people take on well defined roles. Everybody adapts to new situations, many prey on the “weaker” as if that's all to life there is for them. And the weak ones aren't really weak, they just can't understand where the ground is nor how to find it. Allowing others to define their core is as good as walking blindfolded, expecting not to stumble and fall eventually. The hand which helps Yeo-reum put the blindfold on every day also feeds her, or gives her a false sense of dependency, no wonder having any clear perception is completely out of the equation. What kind of person would ever agree to that, right? The world doesn't change. The rush doesn't change either and the route to work is always the same. Except when something happens out of the blue. Rocks us to our core. And the invisible floor is suddenly full of cherry blossom petals, scattered and carried by the wind. The floor becomes visible again, she's breathing the air with her own lungs and she's standing tall on her two feet.

“The subway car moving away from Seoul on a weekday morning was so quiet and peaceful that I almost felt as though I had been transported to another world. Perhaps, life isn't any different. If you go in the opposite direction of everyone else, you may be able to find a quiet, peaceful path that isn't as crowded.”

“I've lived my life in a daze. In order not to fall behind and not to be criticized, I held out with all my might. But looking back now, I realise that I always criticized myself more harshly than anybody else ever did.”

Yeo-reum realising she's her own worst enemy is where this whole escape journey begins. It made me rewatch the episode again and again and again... The feeling of liberation as she leaves her city life behind is extremely palpable. As a girl who has moved a lot, there is certain relatability in Yeo-reum carrying her whole life in a large rucksack, styling her hair in a single braid, wind messing up her hairdo, that silly oversized rhcp hoodie, trains moving, bus traveling into the unknown, the rejoice new beginnings offer, ...

Focus isn't on leaving a life behind, but on giving yourself a chance where it seems like there are no chances left at all, it's about seeing what is in front and going for it, even if it means stepping into the unknown.

Her hopefulness as nature offers the greatest gifts of fairytale-like scenery, reaching the seaside, dropping everything just to jump into the sea immediately after stepping out of the bus, and floating on the calm mirror-like surface... There's something liberating in those scenes, I can't count the times I did exactly the same in the late spring. Sea offers and takes away so much, including all the heavy weight, every overwhelming feeling, every pain in every corner of one's being. It dissolves everything.

There's nothing like surrendering yourself to it.

Here we are again, at the end of another chaotic little mess. Great job reaching the final destination! ♡

This 1st episode works perfectly as a stand alone. For those who don't have much time left on their plate and getting into the entire story isn't an option - it's totally fine, first episode is a piece of art, do watch it. (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

This has nothing to do with the fact that I'm starting a club for all Yeo-reum supporters, called "I did the same thing as Yeo-reum". Only requirement is mentioned in the paragraph above (◠⁠‿⁠◕)

I'm only 4 episodes in, and can't even express how enjoyable they are, but updates on that a bit later. I'll continue watching and rewatching this little series it seems. As always, feel free to leave a comment and share your opinion.

xx

Pluto

[casspurrjoybell-22]

Master - Chapter 36c

*Warning Adult Content*

- Kalem -

Arias leads me through the quiet halls and out to the castle gardens which were starting to look really pretty now that Master and I spent Thursdays and Sundays out here to get it looking nice.

Master had cleared me a few patches for my sunflowers to go,but since we were starting from the beginning with them, there were no pretty petals out yet.

But they would be there one day and when they were, then I'd spend more time out in the gardens than in the library.

"You can leave," Arias says to the vampires who were on guard around the garden's entrance. 

Master had explained to me that from now onwards, there'd be vampires all around the castle, marking the entry points so that nobody who shouldn't, could come inside.

I didn't like that some people had to work while everyone else wasn't but Master said it was just how things worked.

I did feel a little better knowing that everyone took turns so it was fair.

The vampires slip by Arias with a nod to him and a little bow to me.

It made me blush every time someone did that but they didn't stop, even when I told them that they really didn't have to treat me how they treated Lincoln.

And Master was no help, he liked seeing me get all hot in my face and just smirked at me wickedly.

"Alright," Aias says after he scans his eyes over the open land that ran after the gardens for a few minutes. "Your little worm of a master promised to ensure that no other came close to this area while we were here. That means you are free to use your magic as you please. young one."

I smile widely at that as the tight places inside of me relax a little bit.

It was hard having to make sure I didn't pop at any moment, that was the only bad part about having so many new people in the castle.

But it was okay!.

There were many nice, good parts that made up for that.

Still, I had to pop around just a few times to feel completely like myself again.

"Sit with me," Arias says when I'm done, his eyes full of light as he folded himself down on the grass before offering me a hand to help me down in front of him.

Once I've got my legs folded under myself as he does, he lets a small smile take his face.

"Before you can hope to mould several forms or use the full weight of your power, you need to understand what Elven magic really is."

I nod my head and make sure to focus on each of Arias' words.

Arias said we'd have fun with this and I wanted that too, but I knew that Arias was taking a chance he shouldn't by teaching me so much.

So even though it was supposed to be fun, I made sure to listen carefully since this was super serious.

"Nature stands at the centre of everything we are," Arias explains, his smile growing sweeter which every word he spoke. "Our realm is vast with many species with very different ways of life, but at the centre of every culture and every home, is our landscape. It's the same for us all; elves, dragons, griffons, avian shifters and all the rest, we cherish all that surrounds us through all things."

I raise my hand and Arias chuckles.

"What is it young one?" 

"Is that why I like flowers so much?" I ask hopefully. "I've always liked them. From the first day with Master, I remember the plants outside your Malcolm's home, I liked those a lot. I like plants but flowers even more"

Arias blinks at me for only a few seconds before he smiles even wider than before, his ears twitching just a little at the pointy tips.

"Yes, I believe so. There's some specific part of a world's surface that every elven creature connects with, something we cherish. For me, it's water, more specifically, a river's freshwater. For you, it may be flowers."

I look around the garden Lincoln and I were building, knowing deep down that it was definitely flowers for me.

The way I got all full and bubbly inside when I saw a colourful petal was like nothing else in the world, so I definitely 'cherished' flowers.

"Do you get bubbly for water?" I ask before quickly correcting. "River water?"

"Bubbly?" Arias repeats with a chuckle.

"You know," I say as I lift my hands to my chest. "That feeling deep inside in here, right behind where your heart is beating all the time. It gets so good that sometimes it glows a bit, like the sun," I point up. "And it gets so big that you feel like you may grow a second heart."

Arias laughs loudly as he leans on his knees for support while his body shakes but I didn't think he was laughing at me so it was okay.

"Somehow that description is better than any my tutors have offered over the decades."

That was a good thing so I smile back at him.

"That's exactly how it feels, Kalem," Arias says as he sits back up. "You feel something similar with the other elements and such but its hardly as fulling."

When I nod my head again, Arias takes a moment to look around one more time, this time even slower than before as if he was looking for something.

I look too but I didn't know what I was supposed to be looking for. 

"Elven magic runs on our connection with nature," Arias explains softly as if he was speaking about something precious. "There are no words needed, no special spells, no vast amount of concentration... it's simply a reflection of how deep our connection runs."

Before I can tell Arias that I didn't really understand that part, he closes his eyes and takes in a deep lungful of air.

That strong, overpowering feeling that came around last time we fought comes back as the air splits between us and Arias' true form comes forth.

I'd only seen it that one time but this time we weren't fighting so I could see just how beautiful he was.

I liked Arias' long, blonde hair but this silver-grey short hair was pretty too, especially with how curly it was.

And Arias' body was bigger too, his frame filling with more muscles that filled in his loose clothes completely.

I had to look up even higher than before to see his face since he seemed to be growing taller too.

He was gorgeous.

[pythonees]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ FLOWER POWER — xavier thorpe

REQUESTED: anon

WARNINGS: 18+, aged up characters, fairy reader, sex pollen (dub-con), frottage, fingering (f), unprotected piv sex, requited-unrequited love, hurt/comfort, miscommunication, crying

A/N: anon you are speaking my language! this is my favourite trope omfg. some flower knowledge required if you wanna know exactly what the flower looks like tough it's not necessary

Your favourite place to be is the greenhouse, full of so much colour and life you could barely picture yourself anywhere but there. The love you had for plants and wildlife stems from your fairy genetics, able to control plants and compel animals to your will.

There were some days that you would spend your time in there way into the night, only noticing how much time has passed when a random couple would come by and disturb your fun with their giggling and less than pg noises. Then you'd have to sneak out without disturbing them and making an already awkward situation worse.

On others you would be accompanied by your friend and longtime crush Xavier, who would come to see how things were going and to make sure you got to meals on time. He'd always have to drag you out, forcing you to take a break from your plants and to instead take care of yourself. It was one of the many things you liked about him, they way he took care of you.

Most of the flowers wouldn't get past a seedling, withering up and dying the second the roots started to grow, the combination of flowers too different to grow despite you putting all your magic into it. Those days Xavier knew he'd have to bring food to you, listening in confusion as you rambled to yourself about what went wrong. But that day was not today. Today was a lucky day.

The flower you had created looks... funny. It's small with a few blooms, looking like a mix between a corpse flower and a tulip, but hanging upside down like a lily of the valley. The spadix sticking out from the flower is long and corkscrewed, a pinky purple colour that looks almost like jelly. The spathe goes from green to a deep black not typically seen in naturally occurring flowers. It's enticing to look at, with an odd smell that you can't quite place from where you're standing.

You walk around the flower, looking over it to see Xavier finally sitting down at one of the desks, drawing away. It's hard to stop yourself from watching him when he's in his element, face scrunched up cutely as he concentrates on every stroke of his pencil.

Xavier has been drawing every single flower you make, helping you fill out the journal you made with his art. You however have been staring at it for a few minutes, not knowing where to start in figuring out if it does anything. It's always hard to tell just what type of plant you've made from just a glance. Splicing together flowers is one thing, but infusing your very emotion based magic into the seedlings means that the end result is very... unpredictable.

You don't really remember the mood you were in when you created this, it had been a busy week of tests that had gone by in a study induced haze that you thankfully don't remember. The good news is that even if it's poisonous it won't kill you, it'll just make you violently ill for the next few days. You've only had that happen twice, thankfully, and when you're alone.

You've never had Xavier in the green house with you when you're trying to figure out if a new plant does anything, but you had been sick for a few days and hadn't been able to check on it, and he had missed hanging out with you. So you let him tag along. Now you're not so sure about your decision.

You carefully put yourself between the flower and Xavier, grabbing the bucket full of worms to start some tests. You use a stick to scoop one out, holding the wriggling worm up to one of the flowers to see if it reacts. After a few seconds of nothing happening, you gently nudge the worm against the petal. It starts to move, but not in the way your expecting a carnivorous plant to.

All of the hanging flowers lift up to face you, the inside of the flower a fleshy looking pink. The flowers start to shake just slightly, and you lean closer to try and get a closer look. That's when a haze of white pollen shoots out from the flower, hitting you right in the face. In your surprise you inhale sharply, sucking in a lungful of the mysterious pollen that stings your eyes and burns your throat. You drop the stick in a rush to wave away the plume of pollen, stumbling away from the plant.

Your name is called from behind you, but you're too busy rubbing your sleeve against your closed eyes, trying to get it off. You feel hands grip your shoulders and spin you around, pushing your sleeve away to dab gently around your face with his own sleeve. All you can smell is the familiar scent of sandalwood, weak but enticing and somehow able to overwhelm your senses until all you want is to get closer to wherever it's coming from.

When Xavier stops cleaning your face you slowly open your eyes, finding your gaze hazy and your head fuzzy. Xavier takes a deep breath through his nose, sniffing at the pollen that transferred from your face and onto his sleeve.

"Whatever that shit was smells good," he says, going back in for another sniff. You find yourself leaning in towards him, wanting, no, needing to be closer to him. You move so fast you stumble over your feet, Xavier barely grabbing your upper arms in time to keep you upright, "Woah there, you alright?"

You nod your head lazily, taking the last step needed to press your face into his chest. You wrap your arms tightly around his waist as you rub your face against him. Xavier huffs out a laugh, wrapping his arms around you to rerun the impromptu hug.

"You could have just told me you wanted a hug you know," Xavier laughs, and you can feel it against your face from where your pressed into him.

You tighten you grip, turning your face just enough so that you can mumble out, "You smell really good."

"Thank you? It's the same cologne I always use," Xavier laughs, a hand absently rubbing up and down your back. It leaves a hot trail on your skin that instantly spreads, until it seems to burn. Your skin is tingling and you can feel the tell tale wetness of arousal in you panties and that's when you know you've fucked up letting Xavier come in here with you. You know what type of flower you made.

You open your mouth to warn him about what you know is going on, when he dips down to sniff at your neck, nose pressed to your skin, "you smell good too, like vanilla and lavender."

With him standing so close and nosing at your neck, you can't hold back to quiet moan at feeling that tiny bit of skin to skin contact. It makes the burning you feel under your skin start to feel good, thighs pressed tightly together for some sort of friction.

Tucking your arms in between you, you slide them up until you can cup his face, pulling him away from where he's been smelling at your neck so that he can face you.

"What's wrong—" you cut him off with a kiss, desperate and needy as you moan against his lips. He kisses back almost immediately, the hand that was rubbing up and down your back going up to cup the back of your neck. His big hands feel great against your skin, more contact to stop the seemingly insatiable burn.

His tongue swipes tentatively against you lip, and your eagerly licking your way into his mouth before you can even think about it. Xavier's hands tighten at the back of your neck, holding you in place as he forcefully slows the kiss down. You whine impatiently, but let him do as he wants as you let your hands drop from his face and to his chest.

The buttons of his white shirt are annoyingly small for your rushing fringes, roughly pulling at the fabric as you undo the buttons. You get about half way down before Xavier seems to realize what it is your doing, hand quickly gripping your wrists to keep you in place as he pulls away from the kiss.

"Wanna touch you," you whine before he can say anything, leaning foreword again. You've got his arms trapped between your bodies, making sure to press your chest up against his for good measure. He swallows roughly, and you watch the bob of his adams apple as he stares down at you, pupils blown wide, "Please, Xavier. Wanna get my hands all over you."

"Shit, yeah, okay." Xavier lets go of your hands, and the second you're free they're back to their previous task, pulling and tugging at his shirt until it's hanging open. His tie is yanked open and off, thrown to the side without a care in the world. You splay your hands out, running them up and down his chest as you watch them with awe. Every bit of skin you feel against you makes the burning go away, makes the haze of your brain laser focused to Xavier and his skin and getting it all over you as soon as possible.

You trail your hands up his chest to loop them around his neck, tugging him in for another kiss. This time it's Xavier's hands that are roaming, gliding up and down your sides, stopping to fiddle with the hem of your shirt before repeating the pattern over and over.

"Please," you whisper against his lips, going right back to kissing him with a burning need that rivals the burning of your skin. Instead of taking your shirt off like you thought he was, he lets his hands roam further down, giving your ass a quick squeeze as he goes by before he's hiking one of your legs up, wrapping it around his waist. You quickly do the same with the other, moaning as he lifts you up against his body.

You're quickly turned around and deposited on a nearby empty table, Xavier leaning over you as he deepens the kiss. You keep your legs wrapped tight around his waist, using it for leverage to roll your hips up into his. You both moan, Xavier's hips stuttering against yours at the sensation.

When he pulls away you let out another needy whine, trying to pull him back to you. He does come back to press a quick peck to your lips, but then pulls away again. His hands go to the top of your blouse, fingering at the top button.

"Can I?" He asks, a flustered smile overtaking his face when you nod enthusiastically. Your tie is removed first, with a lot more care than his was, placing it on the table next to you guys. He takes his time undoing the buttons of your shirt, eyes roaming over each new inch of revealed skin like you're a work of art. It has your heart pounding, eyes wide as you watch him watch your body become more and more revealed.

When the last button is undone he slowly pushes your shirt open, exposing you to him. One hand braces him on the table while the other settles low on your stomach, slowly roaming up your body, over a bra covered breast and along your neck before he's cupping your cheek, leaning down to press a quick, searing kiss to your lips.

"God you look beautiful," he says, staring down at you in awe. You wriggle under him, holding your arms out for him. He laughs with a shake of his head, but leans down to meet you in a kiss. You roll your hips again, swallowing the moan Xavier let's out eagerly. When your hips keeps rolling up against his he meets you thrust for thrust, the constant pressure against you clit making you see stars.

Xavier's hand leaves you face to place roaming kisses down your body, stopping at you skirt to flip it up to reveal the grinding of your bodies. You know there must be wet spot on your panties from how soaked they feel, and by the way Xavier stares do at them with wide, hungry eyes.

"Wanna touch you, can I?" Xavier says, fingers running along the band of your panties. You nod eagerly, unwrapping your legs from around his waist so that he can take them of. He's not as slow about taking the panties off as he was with opening your shirt, wide eyes never leaving your exposed cunt as he drags them off and drops them on the floor, leaving you in just hiked up skirt.

His hands smooth up your legs and over plush thighs before he's using his hands to force your legs up and open, staring down at your glistening wetness. You place your feet up on the table as you let your legs fall open, like you're a fine art display for him to enjoy. He slowly runs a finger up through your folds, and it sends a heavenly shock of arousal through your body. He gently rubs his finger against your clit, making tiny, agonizingly slow circles.

"Xavier!" You whine, rolling your hips up against his hand, "please."

"So needy," he laughs, but does as you asks, sliding his finger down through your folds and slipping a finger into you. There's no resistance, walls soaked with arousal as your body greedily sucks his finger in. He gives a few experimental thrusts before he's adding a second, the satisfying stretch of his thick fingers making your eyes roll back.

You buck down against his fingers, urging him to go faster. The burning is easing up even more with his fingers inside you, and you're desperate to make it stop so you can think again instead of being controlled by your pussy and the pollen.

"More, need more," you whine, fucking yourself onto his fingers. You feel a third slip in with the others, and you let out a satisfied moan at the feeling of being filled.

Xavier doesn't even have to move his hand, keeping them still as you roll your hips, watching as you desperately chase your high. But it doesn't come, even though you can feel it constantly at the back of you head, lingering.

You lift your foot off of the table to toe at his jeans, pushing at them until he gets the hint to take them the hell off. He gives your cunt a few more thrusts before he's pulling his fingers out of you, undoing he belt before dropping his pants and boxers in on go, letting them pool around his ankles.

His cock is beautifully thick as it sits between his legs, tip flushed and shiny with pre. He wraps the hand still covered in your arousal around his cock, giving himself a few thrusts before he rubbing the tip up through your folds. That touch alone brought you close to the brink, a long moan escaping you as the head of his cock brushes up against your clit.

You're in limbo as he continues to tease you, tip just barely pushing into your waiting hole before he's pulling out and gliding it up to your clit again. Slowly you lay back on the table, the surface ice cold against your over heated skin.

"Xavier please fuck me. Please, please please." You beg, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as you desperately roll up into him just as his tip teases at your hole again.

The little bit he slips in has you both moaning loud and long, Xavier resting both hands on the table as he lets his head hand between his shoulders. His cock continues to slowly slide into you in a way that makes you think it's never going to end, just filling and filling until you swear you can feel him in your stomach. But then he bottoms out, hips pressed flush against yours as he pants above you.

Your walls flutter around him, gripping and trying to pull him in deeper. Xavier groans above you, hips jerking slightly at the sensation. He stays there in you for a moment, still as a rock as he slowly starts to catch his breath. When his breathing is back to normal and he's no longer on the brink of spilling into you, he slowly pulls out, hands gripping the edge of the table by your head tightly.

His thrusts are slow and deep as he splits you open over and over. At first it's great, just being able to feel him in you to soothe the burn. But just like everything else, it's not enough, you want, no, you need more. You can't roll your hips with how close your bodies are pressed together and you choke back a sob of disappointment as you wrap your arms around him.

"More," you whimper, still trying and failing to roll your hips in the tight space between your bodies. You can feel your eyes watering again, staring up at Xavier as he pushes up from your body to stare down at your face, "Please Xavi, need more. Please please please—"

"Hey, shhhh. I'm gonna take care of you, okay pretty girl? Gonna make you feel me in you for days." Xavier whispers right in your ear, voice husky and deep from arousal. The table scrapes across the floor as his hips snap forewords, slamming into you hard enough to have you wailing, head thrown back in pleasure.

Xavier mouths at your exposed neck, hips jackhammering into you at a brutal pace. The wet sound of you dripping pussy fills the room, and through the slowly lifting haze of your arousal, you wonder if there's a student close enough to hear the obscene sounds coming from the greenhouse. But you don't care, mewling in pleasure as Xavier bites at your neck, soothing the abused spot over with his tongue.

Slipping your fingers into his hair, you hold him against your neck as he sucks hickey after hickey into your skin. The overwhelming sensations going on has your walls fluttering around him, choking on a moan as you come harder and quicker than you have in your whole life. Your legs are shaking, head thrown back as you feel the pollen induced haze finally start to lift, the burning heat dissipating.

Xavier gently slides out of you, ignoring your whine of disappointment as he takes himself in hand, furiously jerking himself off as he stares down at you with half lidded eyes. You slowly push yourself up on shaking arms, wrapping an arm around his neck to pull him into a kiss. Your other hand drops down to wrap around the one still jerking himself off, and the brief touch against his sticky erection is all it takes before he's spilling between you, hot cum coating your stomach and breasts.

You're both panting, the sweat on your bodies rapidly cooling in the night air. You shiver, breaking the kiss to wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle into his chest, chasing the warmth of his body.

"Not that I'm complaining," Xavier says, out of breath as a hand soothes up and down your back, "but where did that come from?"

"Flower," you mumble sleepily, a small smile on your face as you tighten your arms around him. Xavier's entire body goes tense in your arms, and the hands that were soothing up and down your back are now gripping your wrists, forcing you to let go of him as he holds them between your bodies, taking a step back.

"Flower, what do you mean..?" He looks back over his shoulder, staring at the new plant you created before his head whips back around, staring at you with wide, horrified eyes, "The pollen. That's the only reason why you— why this happened?"

He lets go of your wrists as if they're burning, quickly pulling his pants and boxers up. His hands fumble with the belt, and you slowly push yourself off of the table and onto unsteady legs.

"Xavier," you call, but he just shakes his head, turning away from you as he buttons up his shirt. He's walking towards the door at the same time, abandoning his things so that he can just get out. Get away from you.

Your wings flutter out, flying you across the room and in front of him faster than your unsteady legs could. He ducks his head when you get in front of him, turning away from your half naked form, "Move."

"No, Xavier. Not until you listen to me," he doesn't try to move again, but he keeps his face stubbornly hidden behind his hair. When your sure he won't try to bolt you take a steadying breath, reaching out to hold his hand in two of yours. His hand stays limp in your grip, but he doesn't pull away.

"This is all I've ever wanted," Xavier scoffs, trying to pull his hand free so he can leave again, but you're quicker, holding onto him tightly so he can't leave, "It is! Not like this, with one of my weird experiments blowing up in my face, but like, after a few dates. I always pictured our first kiss to be after some cute date, on one of those late night walks you like to force me on. Or maybe in your shed where you always look the most comfortable, face all scrunched up when your concentrating and I just can't help but kiss you. I just— this doesn't have to change anything if you don't want it to, but I'm not lying when I say that this was a dream come true."

Your left flying in front of him in silence, waiting desperately for the words to sink in. It takes so long you start to feel your throat close up, thinking the worst, but then he's slowly lifting his head to look up at you, and you can't help but gasp. His eyes are red and haunted, tears streaming down his face and dripping off his chin.

"I didn't..?" Xavier trails over, getting choked up as a fresh set of tears roll down his face, "I didn't take advantage— you actually want me?"

Your heart drops to your stomach, and you quickly let go of his hand to cup his face, wiping the tears away as gently as possible, "No, no no no. I love you, okay? So much. I might have been a bit out of it but I wanted you. Still want you, okay? You did nothing wrong."

He stares up at you, still crying, but instead of that fearful look in his eyes they're filled with hope, a small smile taking over his face. His hands are shaky as the land on your bare waist, barely even touching you at all, "You love me?"

"So much," you say without even a moments hesitation. Your thumbs are still gently rubbing over his cheeks, even as his tears have dried. The smile you get is blinding, his grip tightening on you as he pulls you closer for a kiss that makes your toes curl.

When he pulls back he looks happier than he's ever looked in a long time, hand reaching up to cup your cheek. You lean into it, a probably dopey smile on your face as you stare down at him.

"Love you too. Didn't think I could have this. Have you," Xavier confesses, pulling your flying body closer to his. He presses a quick kiss the the top of you breasts that your bra doesn't cover, right over your pounding heart.

"You have me, for as long as you want." You reply, carding your fingers through his hair. You stay like that for a while, his face pressed into your chest as he breathes you in while you soothe your hands over whatever part of him you can reach.

"Want you forever," he mumbles into you skin, and you can't help the wide grin that takes over your face. You cup his cheeks, tilting his head up so he can face you. You press kisses all over his face, smothering him with all your love before you give in to his huffing and press your lips together.

"Forever sounds perfect."

©︎ pythonees — do not, under any circumstance, repost, plagiarize, modify or translate my work.

[sodaonskateboards]

your post ab sugarbaby! denji is just *chefs kiss* 🤌 i couldn’t stop thinking ab it!!

sugarbaby! denji who thought that his life couldn’t possible get any better until he became your sugar baby, you’re around his age and have always been so kind and welcoming to him ever since he started working at public safety<3

sugarbaby! denji who loves being able to spend his lunch breaks with you! he orders practically everything on the menu, even if he doesn’t know what it is because well…free food is free food! he truly believes you’re some sort of angel sent from above

sugarbaby! denji who goes absolutely wild when you let him use your black card to his heart’s content. he buys all sorts of manga, video games, and snacks (which never last more than a day…power def raids his snack drawer and then proceeds to blame it on aki)

sugarbaby! denji who wants to gift you things too because a lovely angel such as yourself deserves to be spoiled too!! he may not have much money but when he does he’ll buy you a bouquet of your favorite flowers with a cute heart-shaped box filled with yummy chocolates<3

Anon, we are holding hands and kissing, this is delicious <3

Sugarbaby! Denji who still wants to use your shampoo and your soap because he likes to smell like you and he just likes sharing with you!

He shared with Pochita all the time, always hand feeding him, so sharing one thing, eating off the same plate, wearing each others clothes, etc is like his only little love language. It makes him feel close to you.

Denji can be dumb, but I think he's good with numbers and money as he's able to calculate his debt and costs quickly, so he's actually good at keeping track of your money, it's just that large purchases don't feel very real to him because he could never imagine something as simple as buying a new console.

On the flip side, small purchases can make him anxious. He actually checks that he has enough for the littler purchases, but when he's done triple-checking, he gets all excited and will go wild!!

Watch out this man could probably eat cardboard fine but he will eat himself into tummy aches :[[

If you pay for Denji, you end up paying for Power (and Meowy) too, she will throw a bit of a tantrum if all three of you are together and you only get Denji and yourself something. She also tells you that it's unfair to not buy Meowy something on the way back, and that you need to get him a cat tower. She will bite and steal and claw and whine, but somehow you two don't mind.

Denji desperately needs more clothes and he finally gets to chose what to wear! Imagine him at a thrift store or simple warehouse looking at shirts and wondering what he likes and whats comfy, not what's cheapest. He dress in some god awful patterns and colours at first, but it's good for him to explore, so you encourage him

Denji probably has never even touched silk in his life, so when you want to get him some clothes with nice material, start small, otherwise he'll overwhelmed. Gift him a fancy shirt to start and he loses his mind over how soft it is, then work up and you can take him to a department store and a tailor, he looks so damn good in a black, silk dress shit with a low cut

GET THIS BOY BATH BOMBS!! My guy is happy just to bathe everyday, bubble bath, bath bombs and oils, romantic candles, flower petals, blow his mind!! Spoil him in every way!!

Speaking of, Denji also loves doing activities together!! Take him to a quiet onsen in the country for a weekend, where its calm and peaceful, lord knows he needs more of it. Denji usually doesn't mind being around a lot of people, but some venues, like a concert is a lot for him, but please also gift him experiences like theme parks, bath houses, fairs! He loves spending time with you!

When no one else is around, he'll talk to Pochita in his chest. It makes him feel a bit better about missing him. He'll talk about how you dote on him and show him yummy foods, that he's in his lover arms playing video games and so much more they didn't even dream of. Pochita loves you too for taking such good care of Denji

Most people in his life try to buy him or use him, so to be with you, kind-hearted lover you are, is a first for him. To have someone give with no expectations of giving back, purely to make him happy, its so foreign to our baby boy that he just might cry. The only relationship comparable is with Pochita, and while they do love each other unconditionally, it did start off with a deal.

Denji loves his gifts, but when he thinks of the best times with you, its because you two are together, trying out a new restaurant or cuddling in bed, or even giving him a cool rock you found, he loves it all. He always wants to be your lover-boy, money or not