#willow's thoughts

[shadedwillow]

got a cursed dildo from the banished merchant in the dark forest but its evil aura didn't wrap all the way around the base and it fucking came off inside of me

[myuuchii]

that iconic fmab scene but make it huntlow

[willosword]

huuuuuge fan of the decision to just let the scene fade out into silence this time

[willowser]

katsuki is sitting on the couch in the living room, holding his new little baby in his arms, and you notice that he's just been staring at him for the longest time. adjusts his little hat so his head doesn't get cold, pulls his small hands away from his face so he doesn't scratch himself.

and they're both quiet for a while, aside from the occasional squirmy baby noise, but katsuki eventually speaks up to ask—

"why's he lookin' at me like that?"

not only is the question itself funny, but the way it's voiced — tone deep and gruff, almost affronted — pulls a true laugh from you, has you shaking your head as you come around the couch to stand beside him.

and sure enough — your new little bean is frowning. even his little hairless browline is furrowed, hard.

you laugh again, sharp enough that your son wiggles in katsuki's arms. "because you're looking at him like that."

katsuki tch's, before turning to give you his son's exact same expression. "no 'm not. this is just my face."

"well, maybe that's just his face."

his frown deepens, hilariously enough. "ain't his face with you." and then he looks back down at him, like he's checking to see if he's still being glared at. he is. "looks like he's pissed."

"maybe he is."

you don't bother to correct him, to inform that your son does, in fact, give you a stink face every now and again — just like his father — and instead you watch katsuki lean down close to him, until their noses are nearly touching. watch the way little fingers squeeze around katsuki's thumb.

"the hell do you have to be pissed about, huh?" katsuki asks, voice quiet and low and small, enough for the boy in his arms. "far as i'm concerned, you're livin' the life."

you only laugh, smile while running a hand through katsuki's hair.

you'd say you are, too.

[shadedwillow]

what a coincidence!!! me too :)

making what might be the most exciting plans of my LIFE oh my god

[lucent-roase]

Art prompt: Hunter getting so excited he grabs willow hand by impulse while they were in the human realm

Hunter read a discontinued fanfic about Cosmic Frontier written in 2010 on ao3, commented on the fic four weeks ago, and the author wrote the final chapter just for him. He’s been pacing for at least twenty minutes, reading off Luz’s computer. Willow made the mistake of walking into the basement to check on him, but at least he can read from one spot instead of walking around the room, now that she’s anchored him. She’s just happy to be here.

Meanwhile, Camila is happy that she’s finally done with that badly written fanfic she wrote ten years ago.

This ask was sent in a while ago, I hope whoever gave it will find out I drew for them <:3c

[fawnsmagicalisland]

the water's edge ₊˚✧ ﾟ. || (c.yj)

desc: siren!yeonjun x reader

warnings: smut, mdni!, siren!yeonjun x afab!reader, actual plot wow, no pronouns are used for reader, kind of dubcon but also not really?, reader is affected by siren’s allure, fingering, oral (r receiving), face-fucking, cum eating, praise, yeonjun is inexperienced, sort of sub!yeonjun but not necessarily, interrupted sex, beomgyu cameo, slight angst at the end

wc: 2.5K

the sun bounced off the surface of the water, small circles rippling among the lake every now and then. a slight breeze in the air carried the scent of honeysuckle, the nostalgic sweetness carrying with it a sense of calm. it was about midday with the sun in the center of the crisp blue sky. all you could really think to yourself was that you really should have come here sooner–you had forgotten just how much you missed this place. 

you closed your eyes as you soaked up the sun’s rays, sitting on a grassy knoll above the water. your legs dangled and your toes grazed the surface of the lake, the water cool to the touch. you must have sat in this exact spot countless times. you could practically feel the slight indentation in the earth underneath you, as though you were right where you belonged. maybe you did belong. maybe you could just quit your job and all your worldly responsibilities to live as one with the lake and all its inhabitants. if only.

it took quite a bit of convincing to get here and now that you were here, you never wanted to leave. working in corporate was not exactly your favorite thing in the world, and it made you forget how to relax, much less breathe. you hadn’t exactly forgotten about the summer cabin your father owned, but you never thought about returning. after all, the last time you were here, you were about twelve, right before your parents’ divorce. you worried that returning here would only dredge up memories of life before their separation, causing new pain to bubble up. but that currently was at the very back burner of your mind as you stared out at the lake and trees beyond. 

out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a few inconsistent ripples, as though there were a creature lurking below. you ignored it, deciding it was probably a particularly large fish and instead opting to look down at your phone. you noticed a few new messages from your best friend, beomgyu, who suggested you stay at the cabin in the first place. you smiled to yourself, typing out a response that yes, you arrived safely and he was right, it was nice to be back out here. after you hit send, you placed your phone back down then immediately made eye contact with a man standing in the lake. you considered taking a photo of the beautiful landscape around you when you realized–there was a man in front of you standing in the lake.

his eyes, which were just above the surface of the water, widened with surprise as you stared directly into them. you too widened your eyes, except in horror. how long had he been there? and how did he get in the middle of the lake without you seeing?

“um, excuse me, this is private property.” you called out, your voice crack betraying you. “i’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

the man continued staring at you for a few seconds then sunk down into the water, leaving ripples in his wake. what the hell? 

you waited for several seconds, the silence spanning into minutes. was he not going to come up for air? should you do something? call the cops? jump in and save him?

after weighing the options, you let out a sigh and slipped off your shorts and tank top before diving into the lake. you swam out to the middle where he was supposed to be, finding no trace of him. what if he had sunk to the bottom?

“hello?” you called out, breaking the surface of the water for air. “hello? are you there?” 

you continued scanning both the water and bank for him, still seeing no sign of him. then you felt a breath on your neck, and you whirled around, coming face-to-face with single-handedly the most beautiful person you had ever seen. you sputtered for words, looking like a fish out of water.

“who-who are you?” your voice was accusatory even as you stayed still, not backing away.

the man tilted his head slightly, a soft smile playing on his lips. “you mean you don’t remember? i guess it has been a while.” 

“what are you talking about? i think i’d remember someone like you.” you regretted it as soon as you said it, internally cringing. 

but he just let out a giggle. “you really don’t remember? we used to play all the time.” he paused but still saw no layer of recognition in your eyes. “it’s me. yeonjun.” 

you never thought you’d hear that name again, it being buried under a thick layer of dust within your mind. “yeonjun? you mean my imaginary friend?”

he giggled again, which would be infuriating if it wasn’t so cute. “i’m hardly imaginary.” he grabbed your hand and placed it on his forearm. “see?” 

you shook your head and retracted your hand. “no, i’m saying you’ve got to be lying. wait a minute… is this one of beomgyu’s pranks?”

his eyebrows furrowed. “beomgyu? who’s beomgyu?”

you rolled your eyes. “yeah, right. beomgyu. you know, my best friend.”

his face fell at that. “i thought i was your best friend…”

“i don’t know you.” you said a bit harshly, then sighed. “listen, i don’t know what you’re on, but there’s no way you’re yeonjun. he was some mermaid guy that i imagined up–”

“i prefer the term ‘siren.’ although even that has been tainted by greek mythos.” 

“you’re kidding.”

“do i look like i am?”

you finally backed up. “look, if you want, i can take you to the nearest hospital. it seems that you’ve suffered some kind of… something.” 

he inched closer to you. “why don’t you take a closer look at my hand?”

“what?” pretty or not, this guy was sounding absolutely nuts. 

he brought his hand up to your face, extending his fingers. that’s when you noticed it: webbed skin connecting each of the digits. your eyes widened and you looked down, staring at the aquamarine tail that was located where his legs should have been. 

“oh… my god.” 

“do you believe me now? it’s me. it’s really me. and… it’s really you. i missed you so much, y/n. i was afraid that you would never come back.” yeonjun pulled you into a tight yet warm embrace, his hands holding you close. 

“i… i don’t know what to say. did i hit my head?” you murmured, the shock of the situation clouding your mind. 

“no, this is real. i’m real. and most importantly, you’re real.” yeonjun pulled away, holding you at arm’s length. he was looking at you so fondly, a wide grin on his face. “now we can play again! just like old times.” 

“wait, wait… yeonjun, this is a lot to process.”

he frowned slightly. “oh, yes, of course. sorry. i guess i’m getting a bit carried away.” he gently let go of you, albeit reluctantly. 

“let me… hold on, my arms are getting tired.” you quickly swam back to the grassy knoll, yeonjun trailing not far behind. once you made it back, you plopped onto the earth with a grunt. then you rolled over and peered down at yeonjun, who was peering up at you expectantly. that was when you remembered you were only in your bra and panties. you quickly placed an arm across your chest and your hand in front of your crotch.

“um, can you turn around?”

“what? why?” yeonjun’s voice was laced with genuine confusion. 

“uh, because i’m, like, half naked.”

“oh. you are?” 

before you responded, you realized this was a mermaid–siren–not a human. he’d probably only ever seen humans in bikinis, and he likely didn’t know the difference. you slowly retracted your arm and hand, scooting back to sit up.

“right, anyway. this is crazy. i can’t believe you’re real.” 

yeonjun smiled lopsidedly up at you. “yep, sure am. it’s so good to see you… you’ve become so beautiful.” his eyes widened slightly. “not that you weren’t before. it’s just… you know, we were young. and now…” 

“all grown up.” you said. “you’re beautiful too. like… alarmingly so.”

“it’s the siren genes.” yeonjun said offhandedly with a shrug. “humans are especially susceptible to it. it’s the siren’s allure.”

“well that sounds suspicious. and yet somehow i don’t care.”

“again, the siren’s allure.” yeonjun rested his chin on the bank. “but don’t worry. i don’t plan on having you for dinner.” 

“why not?” 

“huh?” 

you let out a giggle, looking down into his sweet eyes. you kind of wanted him. like… kind of really wanted him. the desire hit you like a wave, seemingly coming from nowhere yet everywhere all at once. 

“y/n?” yeonjun tilted his head again. “are you okay? you look a little dazed.” 

“come here.” you patted the space next to you.

yeonjun complied, lifting himself out of the water and plopping down next to you. his blue-green scales shimmered in the sunlight as he stared at you curiously. 

“have you ever touched a human before, yeonjun?” 

“i mean, yeah. i’ve touched your arm before, i think.” 

you giggled again. “no, not like that. like this.” you took his hand, guiding it between your legs on your cunt. you inhaled sharply at the contact and yeonjun’s eyes widened.

“y/n… what are you doing?”

“i need you. i need you so badly.” 

yeonjun tried to retract his hand but you held it there. “this is just the allure talking. i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have gotten so close to you. i should’ve known this would happen.”

“i don’t care if it’s the allure. please, i need you. are you going to make me beg?” 

yeonjun nibbled on his lip, looking between your face and his hand that was against your wet cunt. as he sat there in thought, you let go of his hand, giving him the opportunity to pull it away. he did not. you closed the gap and left light kisses along his neck, stopping to nip occasionally at the skin. yeonjun gasped at the contact, craning his neck to give you better access. you sucked more harshly, causing red and purple marks to bloom across his skin. 

“c-can i touch you?” yeonjun asked timidly, his finger pads pressing gently against your clothed folds. you nodded feverishly and pushed your panties to the side, watching his face as he pushed two fingers inside of you. you let out a soft moan, throwing your head forward against his shoulder.

“i um… i’ve never done this before. so let me know if i do something wrong.” he said quickly, his face heating up with embarrassment. he then began slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you, squelching noises filling the air as you felt yourself getting more and more wet. 

“doing so well.” you murmured in his ear before grabbing his chin to connect his lips with yours. yeonjun stiffened before relaxing, allowing you to take the lead. you slipped your tongue in between his lips, exploring his mouth as he began picking up the pace. you pulled away with a cry, feeling his fingers against your gummy walls.

“does it feel good?” yeonjun rasped, placing kisses along your jawline.

“so good, baby. making me feel so good.”

he smiled at the nickname then pulled his fingers out of you, slowly sliding them in between his lips. yeonjun sucked them clean with the world’s most beautiful moan, closing his eyes.

you felt your cunt clench at the sight, and whined softly at the lack of his fingers.

“can i…” yeonjun gestured at your pussy with a blush. “i wanna try… you know.”

“wanna try what, baby?” you teased, cupping his cheek.

“i wanna try eating you out.” he said, barely audible. 

“of course you can. wanna make me feel good, hmm?”

“yes, more than anything.” he said, scooting down so that he was in between your legs. he grabbed onto your thighs, locking eyes with your entrance. “are you… are you ready?”

you let out a laugh. “yeah, i’m ready. are you?”

his blush grew, feeling increasingly more embarrassed. “yeah, yes. i am.” 

then he pressed his lips against your clit, sucking experimentally. your loud moan spurred him on, sucking more harshly and darting his tongue between your folds. your hand went instinctively to rest on the top of his head, gently grabbing a handful of his hair. 

“fuck… just like that, yeonjun.” 

he made out with your cunt like his life depended on it, your moans increasing in volume until eventually you felt the familiar intensity in your stomach.

“i-i’m gonna cum, fuck!” you cried out, fucking yourself against his face. yeonjun flattened his tongue and allowed you to use him as he felt a warm liquid on his tongue. you felt like your body was on fire as you came, your body shuddering with pleasure. you rode out your high until it was becoming too much, finally letting go of yeonjun’s head. as you caught your breath, yeonjun came up from between your legs, a dopey grin on his face. your arousal coated his mouth and chin and his hair was sticking out in all directions, looking absolutely fucked out even though you hadn’t even touched him. it was truly a sight to behold.

“y/n!” 

you whipped your head around, hearing a familiar voice you couldn’t fully recognize in your post-orgasm high. you turned back to yeonjun with wide eyes only to see he was gone, a set of ripples left in his wake. you pulled your underwear back over your cunt and quickly stood up, grabbing your shirt and shorts.

a wolf whistle caused you to turn around again, seeing beomgyu and his stupid grin. “damn, y/n. you’re really letting loose out here, huh?” 

“beomgyu… what are you doing here?” you hurriedly pulling on your shirt. 

“thought i’d join you. i figured you might be lonely out here all by yourself. that and potentially in danger. who knows what’s lurking out there in the woods? or even the lake?”

“nothing. nothing is in the lake.” you said quickly, tugging on your shorts.

beomgyu let out a laugh. “i’m just kidding, y/n. but even if there were, i’m here to protect you now. you don’t have to worry. come on, i brought us some takeout.” he turned and began walking toward the direction of the cabin.

“okay, i’ll be right there. just give me a second.” you called after him. once he was out of sight, you turned back to the lake. surely enough, yeonjun’s head was peeking out of the water.

“is that him?” his voice had an edge to it that you didn’t expect.

“yeah, beomgyu.” you let out a sigh. “i’m so sorry, but do you think we can maybe continue this later? beomgyu would become suspicious if i’m out here for too long.”

“sure, yeah.”

you nodded awkwardly. “um… i’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” you gave him a last look before turning around, making your way to the cabin.

yeonjun watched your retreating figure, his eyes seething with jealousy. then he was gone in an instant, the ripples on the water slowly spreading until the lake became still once more.

a/n: no one asked for this but yay my first txt post woo 🥳

[herinsectreflection]

Like here's a thought. Willow's role in the show as Buffy's Spirit is I think often misconstrued by fandom (including myself at one point). It's overly linked to her magic and connection to *spirituality*. It's treated a little hand-wavy, not explored much in analytical writing as opposed to the slightly easier to comprehend roles of Xander as Buffy's Heart, Giles as her Mind or Faith/Spike/Cordy as her Shadow. I think what's more pertinent to Buffy's story than the magic/spirituality aspect of Willow's character is the idea of Spirit as a force of will, something that animates Buffy's actions (or, her inactions). Willow's most constant function in the show is as a collorary to Buffy's drive. You can see this in Prophecy Girl when it's Willow's words that change Buffy's mind and allow her to accept her destiny. You can see it in Weight of the World, when Buffy gives up completely and it's Willow that gives her what she needs to carry on.. You can see it in the little moment in Consequences, when Buffy breaks down in Willow's arms, Willow's immediate reaction is to do what Buffy is doing and blame herself. You can see it in S6, when Willow's emotional instability and reliance on magic is paralleled directly with Buffy's depression and reliance on fucking Spike. Generally speaking, when Buffy's will to do any given thing is a topic of the episode's discussion, Willow is probably going to be used to parallel or contextualise it. It's as simple as that. She symbolises Buffy's Will. Her Will. Yes, I think that's intentional.

[youareinlove]

sometimes you show them the places where the others gave you scars and then they hurt you in the exact same places. muses acquired like bruises indeed

[clarkgriffon]

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER 6x07 | “Once More, With Feeling” 

[mspaint-flower]

2.2

[shadedwillow]

i need to cuddle with someone while they bite me every once in a while right now or i'll wither away and perish

[myuuchii]

adventure time's your huntlow

[tooquirkytolose]

Happy Campers :)

(oooh you wanna read Camp Damascus, ooh you wanna read Camp Damascus so baadd!!)

[willowser]

"i ain't takin' a fuckin' bath."

katsuki's half-undressed, standing in the kitchen with the fridge doors wide open; shirtless, shoulders broad and muscles round and taut, cool air raising goosebumps across his exposed skin. his un-buttoned tac pants are dangerously low on his hips, so low that you wonder—while staring at the dimples of his back—if he's doing it on purpose.

the dewy sheen of sweat he'd come home with has gone matte, leaving him in a thin, sticky, grimy layer that is grimace-inducing to feel. like most nights, dirt and soot and even blood—grown dark and less worrisome with time—color him haphazardly, strewn across his body; a mosaic of dynamight, made by his own hands.

"but you stink," you fail to suppress a smile when he snaps his head around, to fix you with an ugly look that you return. he manages to hide his own amusement in the bulge of his bicep. "i'm serious! a bath will help you relax!"

turning back to the open fridge, he grumbles, "i am relaxed," in a tone that doesn't sound relaxed. at all.

"come on," you urge, shuffling up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist despite all his dried grease and muck. "you go first and i'll be there in a minute."

that catches his attention enough that he finally closes the doors, facing you as he runs a lazy hand over his stomach. to his credit, he does look a bit more relaxed than he had when he'd come through the door—but the set of his jaw is still too stern, brow only ever furrowed, a little more argumentative than usual, even if it's harmless.

katsuki seems to consider your unspoken proposition, before finally surrendering with a roll of his eyes. "fine, but i'm takin' a shower like a grown ass man."

"no!" you groan, latching onto his arm when he moves to step around you. you try to dig your heels into the ground, but you're in the kitchen in socks, and katsuki only yanks you after him with a wicked grin. "bath! a bath will help you relax, i mean it! i've got lavender oils!"

"i ain't using' your frilly shit!"

he finally slips from you when you sputter out a laugh, tugging free from your grip before throwing you a look that is hot in more ways than one. innocent as you aimed to be, something tightens in your stomach; awakened at the sight of him.

you warn, "i'm only coming if you're in the bath!" and his loud, exaggerated groan echoes nearly throughout your entire house, swallowing up your chirpy laugh.

—but, much to your surprise, he listens.

you let him soak for a good five minutes before following after, and when you find him, he's got his head leaned back over the edge, elbows resting on either side of the tub, legs bent and knees sticking up out of the water. handsome as ever, you think, a little dreamy, before the marble of him shifts at your arrival.

he only opens one eye, and you can see already the tension has drained from his face; half-asleep, a little bloodshot and breathing too even to convince you otherwise.

"well, well, well," you murmur, lowering to the floor on your knees after his eye slips shut again. "look at you, princess."

katsuki makes a haughty noise of irritation, but doesn't bite back: a dead giveaway of his exhaustion. instead his hand finds the material of your shirt, tugging on it lightly before he slurs out, "get y'r ass in the tub."

you'd bite his fingers if they weren't still disgusting, but you place a teeny kiss on the cleanest spot you can see on his wrist. "i don't need a bath, but thanks."

"hah?" he grunts, eye shooting open again as he frowns at you. when you only smile coyly at him, he raises his head and glares at you properly. "y'dirty liar, you said—"

"i said i'd be right behind you," you grin. "not that i'd be getting in."

the water sloshes up against the sides as he straightens his posture, baring his teeth at you as he prepares, you think, to lunge out and haul you in with him despite a screaming protest—but you reach forward just before he can, dipping a hand down into the warmth right between his thighs.

katsuki jumps, seriously, leg kicking out so hard that his heel slams into the edge of the tub, when you gently hold him where he's soft. "jesus!" he all but yelps, eyes going a little wide as he realizes what you've done. what you've made of him.

he's still—marble-still—air sucking in sharply between his parted, frozen lips as you touch him, and heat pools so obviously, so suddenly, in his cheeks, sweet enough that you want to bite into the apples of them. in your hand he swells thick, quickly, a little slippery from the soap he's already added to the water.

all his tension returns, as a different strain; katsuki swallows, hard, as his eyes dart back and forth between your own and where your hand disappears into the water; when you gently rub your thumb back and forth across the tip of him, his back straightens, even moreso, and, you don't think he knows it, but his legs part even further.

an invitation if you'd ever seen one.

he finally comes back to life when you lean in close enough to nudge your nose to his, just to see him blink.

he's so cute, you want to eat him alive.

"the f-fuck are y'doin'?" he whispers, eyes dropping back down as you stroke him lightly, just enough to coil him tighter. at the end of the tub, water sloshes quietly from the movement, and katsuki's ears burn.

you've caught him entirely off guard, and if it wasn't clear before, it becomes crystalline when you kiss him, deeply. he's lazy to reciprocate, breathing softly, open-mouthed, as you press a soft kiss to his top lip and then to his bottom, whispering his name back to him just to hear his sharp inhale.

you time a clever stroke of your wrist with the firm press of your mouth to his, insistent and fast, urging the wildness of him to catch up, to come out. it hits him all at once—your desire, his own, the heat of it all—and his hand shoots out of the water to grip the back of your neck, a deep groan slipping from his chest as his cock kicks in your hand.

you try more than once to pull back from him with a sneaky little laugh, but his fingers tangle in your hair and he kisses your teeth and you think, maybe, you're not teasing him enough. his knees knock lightly against the ceramic as he tries to spread them, even further, and his hips shift up with every slick pump of your fist, urgent and eager.

he speaks, furiously, against your lips, when you snatch your hand away, instead teasing your fingers along the inside of his thigh. "get—in th'fuckin' tub." his shoulders tremble, ever so slightly. "i ain't askin' again."

you laugh against him and his nostrils flare. "you didn't ask at all!"

"so quit your bullshit already."

you lick his bottom lip, nipping at the fat of it gently before weaving your own hand into his damp hair. "no," you tease, like a brat, but when you tug enough at the strands, he gets the hint and allows you to pull away. "i'm trying to help you relax, you know?"

katsuki doesn't respond at first, only huffing out a frustrated sound when you wrap your hand around his length again. his face is steaming, despite how firm he's trying to be; your own desire strikes hot when his head tips back just slightly, jaw straining as he grits his teeth.

"no," he finally grunts, eyes dark and pinned to you. "'s'the last thing i feel, is-is relaxed."

"hmm," you make a point to frown and look away, like you're thinking, but katsuki's impatience wins out and he drags you back in for a shuddering kiss. he's fervent, now, nipping at your lip and brushing his tongue against your own eagerly, trying to muffle a painful sound against your cheek. "that's too bad," you tell him—but you don't think he hears you, really, over his low curse and the returning slosh of water against the tub.

but when you ask him again, only a handful of minutes later—his boneless answer is precisely what you were looking for.

[gracebriarwoodwrites]

I need to look like a person again. I'm sick of looking like a kicked dog, because that resemblance makes people want to kick you, or look away, or ask questions like who kicked you and why don't you look like a person?

If I could look like a person right now, I would be doing it. Questions don't help. I need options.

A haunted doll could work. I could dig my collection out of my parents' basement, brush off the dust and study their frilly, composed gloom. I can copy it. It worked when I was young. But dolls can shatter, and I'm taller now. I'll mirror a willow tree, swaying in the wind and growing. People don't mind the weeping a willow does because you can get shade and poetry and medicine from the tree. That'll do.