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"Bianca's Emerald", my comic for Swapped Age, Same Love Ageswap Haddotin Zine.
Basically Castafiore's Emerald in a modern setting and swapped ages for all the characters.
And this was it! Thank you so much for reading it!
#i am unable to make a serious single page#tintin#captain haddock#archibald haddock#professor calculus#bianca castafiore#nestor#igor#irma#the adventures of tintin#haddotin#how do i even tag the ship#calculus/castafiore#basically the sunflower and the white rose#oh god they're so cute wth#in case it wasn't obvious nestor is me i am nestor#ageswap au#ageswap haddotin zine#my art
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For Valentine’s Day: Buying Jack flowers/a stuffed animal.
Spoiled Rotten 💘
“What about this one? I feel like he’d love this one.” Your friend Annie said as she held up a light brown stuffed animal bear.
There wasn’t really anything special about it, it was just a basic brown bear that you were positive a lot of people would be getting this year.
You took the bear from her hands inspecting it but shook your head no. “I don’t know it doesn’t scream Jack, you know what I mean?” She rolled her eyes and put the bear back.
“I think you’re overthinking this Y/N, you know that he’ll love anything you get him.” She tried reassuring you but you didn’t want to hear it.
Every year for Valentine’s Day Jack reassured you that he didn’t need or want anything from you, he was the one doing the spoiling, but this year you wanted to at least get him something.
Later on that year Jack would be going on Tour so you wanted to give him something that he would be able to take on the road with him, something that reminded him of you.
You sighed as you looked at all of the bears trying to find something that you think Jack would like.
“I don’t know I can’t find anything.” You worriedly expressed and kept walking up and down the aisle
“What about this one?” Annie held up a brown bear that had white hearts all around it and sewed at the bottom of its little feet it said ‘love you forever and always.’ You squealed and took the bear from her.
“This is perfect! I love this one.” You grinned and held it close to your chest and Annie chuckled.
“Let’s go find him some flowers.” The two of you made your way to the local floral shop in Louisville.
“If Jack was a flower what type of flower would he be?” You asked yourself and examined all of the different flowers.
You looked through all the flowers you didn’t really like the roses you figured they were basic, tulips weren’t really Jack’s favorite nor were Poppy’s.
“Oh don’t tell me you can’t pick out a flower now?” Annie groaned playfully as you glared at her.
“You know I’m a picky person but I think I just might go with these sunflowers.” You picked up two patches of sunflowers.
“Oh those are an excellent choice.” One of the workers told you. “Yeah?” You smiled.
“Yeah sunflowers are symbolized as a faith and devotion, radiating positivity and hope.” She told you and you grinned even wider.
They were perfect seeming as Jack had so much devotion within him, he was devoted on becoming a rapper and he had so much determination and positivity within him.
“I’ll take them! Thank you so much!” After you paid for the sunflowers you went and dropped off Annie at her house before making your way back home.
When you arrived back you were thankful that Jack was still at the studio, you quickly made your way upstairs to shower and change into a fresh pair of pajamas.
This year for Valentine’s Day the two of you decided to stay inside and bake together and order in food and watch cute little rom-com movies together.
You had gotten the two of you matching pajama sets that were white but had red hearts patterned all around.
You placed the sunflowers in the middle of the table along with Jack’s bear. You even sprayed some of your favorite perfume that Jack loved on the bear.
You finished just in time too because not even a second later Jack came through the door.
“Yeah I’m home Urban, I’ll talk to you later.” He spoke into the phone before hanging up.
“Baby, where are you?” Jack’s voice boomed from the living room.
“In the kitchen!” You yelled back. As Jack made his way around the corner and into the kitchen he smiled upon seeing you.
“Happy Valentine’s Day babe.” He smiled and handed you a box with a bouquet of flowers.
“What’s in here Harlow?” You questioned him with a raised eyebrow.
“Open it and see.” You set your flowers down and unwrapped the box and you gasped.
“No you didn’t!” You grinned and quickly took out the gold necklace that had a ‘J’ initial in the middle.
“I sure did so now when you go out without me all the guys will know you’re taken.” He laughed. You rolled your eyes playfully.
Jack always joked about getting you a necklace with his first name initial on it, you didn’t think he’d actually do it at least until now.
“You’re so silly but I actually got you a little something myself.” You told him.
His eyebrows furrowed together. “Oh yeah? What is it?” You made him close his eyes as you went to get his gift.
“Open your eyes.” He opened his eyes and the biggest smile was displayed on his face once he saw the bear and the flowers.
“Babe.” He coo’d. “This is so cute but you know you didn’t have to get me anything.” You shrugged your shoulders.
“You always get me stuff so I decided to get you something this time around, the bear is mostly for when you’re gone on tour, it’ll snuggle up with you when I’m not able to be next to you.” You expressed to him.
He sniffed and tried turning his head to the side. “Are you? Are you crying.” You smirked but Jack shook his head no even though you knew he was lying.
“I’m not crying I just got something in my eye, yeah I got something in my eye.” He lied and you smacked your teeth and grabbed his chin softly and turned his face toward you.
“You’re definitely crying.” You laughed at how red his eyes looked.
“How about you go shower and change out of these clothes and we can start our movie marathon.” You suggested.
“Sounds like a plan babe.” You smiled and went ahead and got everything ready while Jack was showering. You closed all the curtains and lit a few candles.
You got the blankets and ordered Chinese food and set up a little charcuterie board with different snacks.
“What movie are we watching first?” Jack asked when he finally made it back downstairs. He jumped over the couch and landed right next to you.
“You should already know that answer.” You grinned and pressed play on your favorite movie in the world. To All The Boys I Loved Before.
“Not this shit again baby.” You rolled your eyes and swatted his chest.
“Come on you know you’re the Peter to my Laura Jean.” He laughed. “That I am, give me some sugar then.” Jack puckered up his lips and you placed a loving kiss to his lips.
“I love you Jack.” “I love you too Y/N.”
You loved having simple little Valentine’s Days like this with Jack, you loved dressing up and going out but being able to stay inside and snuggle up together too was one of your favorite things to do.
#jack harlow#jack harlow concepts#jack harlow imagine#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow x y/n#jack harlow x you
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It's been a while since I looked at flowers so here are Marauders era characters as plants:
James Potter: Sunflowers since he's commonly associated with the sun. Or delphinium for positivity and a big heart!
Sirius Black: Ivy, the common ivy, or English or European ivy. It's a symbol of loyalty and fidelity. Fits enough for me.
Remus Lupin: Wolfsbane. Believed to repel werewolves, and it's used in a potion in the Wizarding World. But if we want a less angsty plant there is also the tropical white morning glory. It's also known as a moonflower and symbolizes the ability of beauty to emerge in dark times, and is used to provide hope.
Peter Pettigrew: Burgundy dahlias for betrayal, for obvious reasons. But also purple hyacinths for a desire for forgiveness. Cuz I'm hell bent that Peter was regretful of what he did in canon
Lily Evans: I'm not gonna give her lily, that seems a little too obvious lol but, peonies! They symbolize love, honor, happiness wealth, romance, and beauty. Which yk, works well in my eyes
Mary Macdonald: Poppies for remembrance of the death and consolation. It's based on the headcanon she obliviated herself sometime before to during the first wizarding war because everything was getting too much for her. Also, poppies are used to create opium, which relieves pain. It's pretty sad ngl, that hc always gets me.
Marlene McKinnon: King Protea, it's very sharp-looking flower that symbolizes strength and resilience. Not much info is given about Marlene during the war except her entire family was wiped out, but given her personality in fanon. I imagine she put up a hella good fight. I would give this to Dorcas but I have another one for her.
Slytherins! (Including Pandora!)
Regulus Black: Thorns! Rose thorns mostly, but just thorns in general. From what I read, rose thorns show adversity and sacrifice. Regulus had the misfortune of being born into a family with shit views and never having a morally correct input his entire life and he basically sacrificed his life to bring down the Dark Lord. Thorns are always ways for a plant to deter herbivores from eating them, take that as you will!
Barty Crouch Jr: Bleeding hearts, cuz yeahhhh, everlasting love? Unrequited love?? Tragedy compacted into one. His daddy issues too?? Him pleading for his dad to love him?? HIS MOTHER GIVING UP HER LAST MOMENTS FOR HIM??? EVAN AND REGULUS???? CMON CMONNNNN
Evan Rosier: Venus Fly Trap for persistence. This man was not willing to end up in Azkaban and took Moody's fucking nose with him. Venus fly traps are also known to die right after digestion aka eating a fly so it fits! (I LOVEEE carnivorous plants)
Dorcas Meadows: Laurel leaves for victory and achievement. Specifically, laurel leaves in a wreath. I think it's neat since she was powerful enough that Voldemort had to kill her himself. Mf was takin them out one by one until Voldy decided she was too op. LOVE HER FOR THAT
Pandora Rosier: Not the most hottest flower (lol), but the amaranth, while it could also mean everlasting last love, but it also means hopelessness or hopeless love. This only really works if you see Pandora as a seer. Something I think is interesting is the fact that fate is fate, it's sealed and final, and there is never a way around it. If you try to get around fate, you walk right into it because you never a chance. Pandora as a seer would've saw her friends and classmates dying and can't do anything about it because fate is sealed from the very beginning. It's hopeless.
#marauders era#marauders#regulus black#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#peter pettigrew#barty crouch junior#evan rosier#pandora rosier#lily evans#mary macdonald#marlene mckinnon#dorcas meadowes#the marauders era#the marauders#flowers#dead gay wizards#dead wizards from the 70s
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Plant Daddies - Episode 3
This isn't about colors. This is about the Triangular Theory of Love in Hidden Agenda, but it's like lasagna; it has layers. Tee, is this about Step by Step?!
I wrote about plant symbolism in Hidden Agenda in Plant Daddies at Tea Time:
Yellow Chrysanthemum, the tea Zo drinks, represents slighted or neglected love and the taste of its tea is sweet.
And Red Roselle, the juice Joke drinks, represents romantic love or passion and the taste of its juice is sour.
The boys stick to those drinks.
But this week they switched without any comment.
Also, Zo told two stories this week from his Legends of Love book:
Red Roses get their color from the blood of Adonis mixing with the tears of Aphrodite seeping into the ground which caused the roses to change from white to red.
Yellow Sunflowers exist because Clytie fell in love with the sun god, Apollo, so when he left her, she looked at the sun so long that she grew roots and turned into a sunflower.
Both stories deal with a person losing the person she loves. However, the roses story is about love being taken away, and the sunflower story is about love leaving. Also, Zo stated he would cry if he lost his love, while Joke stated he wouldn't leave that person in the first place.
Yet Nita's take on the story is to move on from the past and find someone else.
Once again, this isn't about colors, but we now have two separate occasions where plants/flowers are included in the narrative, and those items are color-coded yellow and red, which only adds to the way we are seeing those colors pop up in the show with a third color.
I mentioned in the Plant Daddies at Tea Time post that primary colors seem to be intentional in the show because this episode, the only colored clothing Joke handed Zo when they were shopping was yellow.
Yet by the end, Zo was in blue with his yellow backpack.
So what does this have to do with the Triangular Theory of Love?
Well, all things come in threes:
The Primary Colors:
Red
Yellow
Blue
These are the basic colors needed to make all other colors; therefore, all colors start from these three, and all colors stem from these three colors.
The Love Triangle:
Joke likes Zo.
Zo likes Nita.
Nita likes Joke?
Issue - We don't know if Nita does still have feelings for Joke because her response to the story seemed as if she would get over Joke.
The Dating Rules:
Rule #1 - Do not gawk at your love interest.
Rule #2 - Ease into it. Don't rush. Oh, AND CONSENT!
Rule #3 - Do whatever Joke says.
Rule #3 - Stay true to yourself starting with the first date.
Issue - Joke seems to have problems sticking to his own rules.
The Triangular Theory of Love:
"It breaks down love into three components."
Passion - Zo is passionate about pursuing Nita.
Intimacy - Joke tells Zo he must ask Nita out to build this.
Commitment - And once they begin to date, this will evolve.
Issue - Zo already notices his heart isn't fluttering around Nita the way he thought it would, yet his heart seems to be doing something around Joke, which is maybe why Joke continues to advise Zo to do some self-reflection and try new things.
Because just like Khai and Third in the correctly titled Theory of Love, this process isn't just for Zo, but Joke:
Passion - Joke is passionate about getting Zo by any means necessary.
Commitment - Joke is committed to this bit, he made Zo give him explicit promises (to work together, to help him get in the debate team), and he already stated he would be committed in a relationship during their story time.
Intimacy - This is what Joke is lacking, which is why he developed this huge scheme to get Zo to spend more time with him.
The Balance:
Is this a story about finding the middle ground between two extremes?
So far, we have a story about Joke, a passionate guy who drinks sour red roselle juice and openly admits to being aggressive about love like the thorns of a rose, trying to develop intimacy with a boy who drinks sweet yellow chrysanthemum tea and says he would just stare at what he can't have than go after it like a sunflower in order to show his commitment . . .
Then both of these boys need each other to find that balance between their two ways of loving.
Joke has launched in elaborate plan to get Zo while Zo was willing to admire Nita from a distance for the rest of his life. Zo can't just stare at his crush (Rule #1), and Joke can't rush into things (Rule #2), yet neither has been truly themself from the start to get the other person (Rule #3).
In order to make this work:
Joke needs to learn sweet intimacy.
And Zo needs to understand burning passion.
So they can find a balance and be able to commit to each other when the time comes.
And maybe that will help their friends find a good balance between the secrets they hide in the dark and the looks they give in the light.
And maybe even rethink how they see things so they can find new meaning in what has been in front of them the entire time.
Because that look was more than what Kot said. Right?
#hidden agenda#hidden agenda the series#joke x zo#the colors mean things#but this isn't about the colors#plant daddies
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the law of seat partners | part 4
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a/n: so this is part four, probably the last and final part to bring this little something to an end. it's a bit of a dive into eddie's emotional state and self-esteem issues and it just might sting you a little reading. this whole story has honestly been a wild ride from start to finish and i want to thank every single one of you for giving it so much love! hope you enjoy this last part just as much, if not more. all i can say is that i poured my entire heart into this and it's my first time writing spice, so go easy on me please. my requests are, however, open in case anyone wants me to write more. for this, i'm planning a little sequel part, so keep an eye out for that if you like.
summary: after some intense flower crown binding and a few more intense days at the camp, things are finally getting real between you and eddie. you make him your prince and he makes you his own. read for yourself ;)
word count: 13,5k (lol don't ask i got carried away it seems)
warnings/tags: slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love kinda, not too detailed description of reader's appearance, very close physical closeness, sharing a bed, eddie being touch starved and a very wholesome and caring bean, mentions of eddie's dad being a piece of shit, lots of petnames, shitlots of fluff, a tad bit of angst, abandonment issues & performance anxiety, smut (minors go away!), softdom!eddie, kissing, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, blowjob, a bit of edging if you squint, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, pulling out, basically just hot and steamy lovemaking filth. ok BYE
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Roses, magnolias, tulips, daisies, sunflowers, yarrows, peonies and lots of twigs with green leaves. For the base. To balance out the colours.
The day had finally come.
You placed the crown of flowers which you had spent an hour assembling and braiding and binding together on your head, intending to wear it with a sense of pride.
A sunflower as the yellow centerpiece, two light purple peonies on each side, some yarrow and white roses here and there.
You guessed that Jonathan would shoot another roll of film full today, measured by the enthusiasm he was displaying just now while directing the postures of the four of you, assigning you poses and giving you instructions on which way to turn so you would be lit in the best way possible.
Robin, Nancy, Max and you were stood in one line, and if it weren't for the fact that you found yourselves on the path leading from the cabins to the little square of the fireplace, surrounded by trees, the view of the lake in the background and framed by a row of tall pines, you would think you were posing for graduation photos.
It was a nice rehearsal, at least.
Anyone else except Will, Eddie and the photographer himself were busy occupying themselves elsewhere.
The younger Byers boy enthusiastically fumbling around with flowers for his own crown – the artist in his element –, Jonathan capturing your precious moments and Eddie, ... well Eddie was honestly just watching the four of you, admiring the scene and being grateful that no one had shoo'ed him away yet, because that meant he'd certainly have to get involved in the yoga-slash-stretching workshop Steve Harrington was trying to attend in the meantime.
Also he was wondering where you took the patience for your magnificent wonder of floral composition from, when he unsuccessfully tried to merely string a bunch of leafy twigs and yarrow together himself.
The teachers had made you all spent the majority of the day in the next bigger town, admiring the contents and exhibits of the local museum, dedicated to bring the regional history, geography specifics and culture closer to its visitors. And the only time the longhaired metalhead had left your side (under protest) was those two times you needed to use the women's restroom.
The younger middle school kids had been an absolute menace to the nerves of Mr Clarke all day, their lack of patience and ability to stay focused on the exhibits getting the best of him.
Eddie's presence made everything better though (for you at least) and the obnoxious children forgotten. You know that feeling when you're on a trip with your friends and your crush is there too and that fact just lifts your entire mood and whatever you guys are doing doesn't matter because they are there with you because their presence is solely enough to make your heart blossom?
Yeah. That.
"Come here", you sat down next to Eddie on the tree trunk that was laid flat to act as a bench, taking and trying to fix whatever attempt of a flower crown he was occupying his fingers with. You would guess that he'd be quite skilled with them as a guitarist, but seeing him drop stuff here and there with his tongue stuck out – a telltale sign that he was focussing super hard – also had you guessing that the skill of binding flower crowns and playing guitar were two different pairs of shoes.
Legs touching, you felt Eddie's gaze wander from the top of your knee over the skin on the plushness of your bare thighs up to the hem of your white flowy linen dress.
Oh, what they would feel like under his gentle touch.
His eyes paused their little journey on your hands, the softness of your skin, how you (just like him) always wore your rings, thin golden bands delicately adorning your index and middle fingers plus the one on your right thumb. He took in the tiny wrinkles stretched over your knuckles, the way your fingertips were readjusting the wire he sloppily had bound the twigs and stems together with, lightly brushing over the even softer petals of the flowers.
Secretly he wished they would lightly brush over his own hands too.
Brush over his neck, his hair, his cheeks, telling him that there was absolutely nothing wrong with him and that he could and would be accepted – and maybe even loved – just the way he was in his truest form.
As if you could be someone with the capability to show him just that. Convince his silly brain that he wasn't the fuck up his father made him believe to be. The unlovable freak his hometown condemned him as.
A feeling he was so desperately yearning for, deep down below the surface where usually no ray of light would ever reach the bottom.
Mainly because he wouldn't let the light through. The waves were and had just always been too high.
Gaze continuing its journey further up, lingering on your chest for a fleeting second, before scanning over the expanse of your neck.
Eddie mentally thanked Nancy for braiding your hair out of the way today.
He took in your jawline, the way your small and delicate earrings decorated the lobes of your ears, a small strand of hair on the side of your head separating your ear from your face, your nose which Eddie found to be very cute, a few freckles spread over the apples of your cheeks, eyes as deep as the ocean, currently focused on not cutting yourself on the garden scissors as clumsy as you could be, and then the pinkish red plushness of your rounded lips.
Eddie was certain they would feel like lying on a cloud in heaven against his own. Giving him a glimpse of something big and meaningful, and very very dear to him, something crawling through every vein of his body making the goosebumps erupt on his bare arms, something he craved to his core.
He wanted to touch. Needed to. More of you.
And he felt an all too familiar warmth spread through his abdomen, just like yesterday after the swimming, when his goodnight hug had ended up a bit too tightly for his own good, and he'd had to excuse himself awkwardly in order to take care of the semi slowly causing his damp shorts to become painfully tight.
He took in the way your eyes lit up and the corners of your mouth curled upwards at your successful fix of his poor attempt to impress you, watched you getting up and moving in front of him in a twirl, making the hem of your dress bounce a little.
Of course he noticed that. You were the pretty much only thing occupying the space in his brain.
The light was you.
"Now here you go, Prince of Metal", you chuckled as you placed the crown on his head softly, him blinking up at you through his thick black lashes with a wide smile that was forming on his face slowly at your affectionate gesture and – especially – the title.
It was very modest, just white yarrow and the green of the leaves, an analogy to Eddie's mindset of cherishing simplicity.
A "thank you, darling" escaped his chest in a low, soft tone right before he stood up, still grinning at you as if you had just told him you'd won the lottery. Or he'd won it.
He was certainly feeling like he had. You had done this, something nice, for him. It made his cheeks flush pink. A delightful addition to the white and green.
Jonathan had just finished taking a few close-ups of Max' half-heartedly composed circle of tulips and daisies, and when he noticed you and Eddie in the middle of half empty buckets of leftover flowers and the splutter of twigs and fallen petals, he wasted no time in calling you over to his makeshift photo set.
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For the rest of the trip, you couldn't help but think of Eddie's newfound interest in flower arrangements, the way he had selflessly fought with the stubborn wire and unruly twigs just to spend more time with you (and selflessly escape yoga with Steve).
The time at camp was almost coming to an end already. You had two nights left before the bus would roll up again, forcing you to leave the little serene oasis to take you home.
A whole bunch of polaroids was stacked up on your little nightstand by now, one of them showing you alongside the Prince of Metal, proudly posing with flower crown heads held high, and if you didn't know better you would say that the pose you both had taken made the impression of one of a royal couple. Eddie had put his hands on his hips, facing the camera diagonally, your back towards his chest in the same direction as him. Serious expressions, since you were royalty.
Another showed you in between Steve, Robin and Eddie on another hike, all of you well-lit by the bright sun, blue sky and vast lake with the deep green of trees in the background, on top of the hill you had attempted to climb on the first day. Robin was pulling a silly face, while Eddie poked his index finger into the dimple that always formed on Steve's cheek whenever he put on his toothy grin. And you? You were just looking, smiling, gazing at your seat partner.
More of them had been taken during further swimming activities, recreations of the acrobatic performance which Eddie and Max had displayed that first time in the lake, and since Jonathan knew how obsessed with photos you really were, he thought he might as well give you all the others he had taken.
For safekeeping.
Not to mention the one of Eddie and you on the bus.
And then, your personal favourite you had decided, showed Eddie in the white framed rectangle with closed eyes, his crown of flowers decorating the top of his head, the widest grin spread across his face.
He looked angelic.
You wished you could make a thousand copies of it and tape it to every single lamp post and throw it into every single mail box in all of Hawkins.
You wanted to look at it forever.
As you were lying there in the darkness of your shared cabin, you made a mental note to yourself to definitely pay Jonathan back for the film.
Eyes closed, you let your mind wander through all the memories you'd been making these past days. Not just with Prince Metal, but also with everyone else. It was nice and wholesome getting to spend time with the gang outside of Hawkins.
The very vivid memories of the past days flooded your brain. It was easy getting lost in them. So lost, that you audibly gasped as a light knock on the glass of the window pulled you out of conscious dreamland.
Practically shooting up from the mattress, you turned your head towards the window.
The more than familiar wild mane of your favourite Hawkins local satanist stood out from between the ends of the bushes growing beneath that window, and the person it belonged to was intently gesturing towards the wooden door of your cabin.
Eddie was wearing his signature grin when you rolled your eyes at him and the idea of sneaking around in the waking hour that was two in the night.
You mouthed a "fine" at him, nodding towards the door, before you silently tried to get up without triggering an avalanche of your roommates awaking.
The sight that offered itself to you as you crook open the cabin door was something you were certain you were going to burn into the core memories of your life.
Eddie Munson on the first of two steps in front of your door, the pathway with the other cabins in the background, in a black tank top, from the darkness you made the colours of his boxers out to be dark blue, his white sneakers but no socks. The scene in your periphery lit only by the low glow of the moon casting its reflection down onto him and his surroundings through the crowns of the pine trees.
A bunch of tattoos were visibly spread over his arms, guitar pick on a chain around his neck, curtained by his luscious curls. A messy bunch of random forest flowers and grass in his tight fist.
What on earth was he thinking he was doing out here? At this hour?
His expression told you.
"Hi", he almost whispered, a sly smile playing on his lips, eyes searching yours, stretching his arm straight and holding the makeshift flower bouquet out under your nose.
As if it was the most normal thing, showing up at someone's cabin in the middle of the night. In the woods. With random flowers he must have picked on the way here?
You snorted at his gesture and the incredible sweetness of it, it was making you blush hard and your heart combust in your ribcage at the thought of him even thinking of bringing you something. At him even being here right now. The innocence of it juxtaposing with his reputation back at home.
"Jesus Christ, what on earth are you doing out here?", you whispered back in the same tone, leaning in the doorframe in your usual sleep shirt and – of course, since you were surrounded by girls and you all were comfortable enough with each other – panties only.
Eddie took the next logical step, the one above the one he was currently standing on, getting closer to where you were leaning and recreating the usual height difference between you two.
"I can't fall asleep with Steve snoring", still in a hushed tone, and he paused before a small smile formed on his lips again, "and a bird just told me that the extension of the law, remember when I told you about that? Yeah, well, it got approved, so", he paused again, finding your eyes again with his best impression of a puppy, "could I maybe, you know uh, come in and be rescued from my eternal misery?"
You were very well aware that you'd be sent home immediately if anyone caught sight of you letting a male breathing creature past your doorstep, but since it was 2 am, it was also Eddie Munson gazing at you in the moonlight as if you were the most beautiful thing he ever had laid his eyes on, and you couldn't deny that you most definitely wanted this, the possible consequences of your little spontaneous rendezvous, nagging at your brain like alarm bells, were thrown overboard in an instant.
Grabbing one of Eddie's wrists, you pulled him towards you and inside, trying to close and lock the cabin door as silently as possible.
His presence alone and familiar warmth radiating from his body was already soothing the light rush of adrenaline in your veins from doing something that could get the both of you into quite the trouble, and it didn't take him long to take a step forward, moving his arm that you were still holding on to around you, so you were forced to turn your back towards him while his other snuck around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.
He squeezed you to himself for a brief second, acting as a silent thank you, before he let go of you with a wide grin that you were only able to see thanks to the dim light of the moon flooding through the one window between the two bunks.
There was a small sparkle in his eye, a glint of serenity, comfort and endless affection. And relief. So much relief from how you were letting him in, weren't rejecting him like he was used to.
Peaceful breathing was filling the room, a light snore coming from the top bunk that wasn't above yours, and Eddie followed you.
You couldn't believe that you were about to share your small mattress and covers with the one guy you'd been harbouring feelings for over the time span of several months.
Eddie couldn't believe it either.
Mere seconds later, you found yourself caged in by the wall, the bed frame and Eddie's body.
It was the most natural thing. Everything fell into place, the way the two of you were lying there, facing each other, inhaling each others breaths from the close proximity, the covers draped over your bodies, hiding the details of Eddie sneaking an arm around your waist again to pull you impossibly closer, his hand carefully exploring more of the territory he already had started to discover on the bus, calloused yet somewhat soft fingertips almost ghosting up the warm skin over your bare spine.
"You're so pretty."
An inaudible whisper of admission.
You heard it.
An invasion of goosebumps spread over every inch of your skin like a wildfire.
Eddie felt it.
"So are you."
The arm you weren't lying on found its way up, tucking a wisp of his curls that had fallen over his now beet red cheek away behind his ear.
Neither of you wanted to ever stop smiling.
He moved his entire being down a little so his eyes were the same level with your jawline, a low hum escaping his throat at the tip of his nose brushing over the skin on your neck in an upward motion, just like that time in the lake.
It was beyond overwhelming to feel him this close. In your bed.
And for Eddie, feeling you this close was so much better than the countless times he had imagined this happening. He'd imagined what it would feel like, your light illuminating all of him.
You let him use your arm as a pillow, before he nuzzled his forehead against the same spot on your neck, his cheek lightly pressed against your clavicle.
And just when you thought you couldn't get physically closer to him than in this moment, bellies touching, legs wordlessly intertwined and all, he pulled you against him some more. Squeezed you tightly and tenderly, letting you know that this was right where he wanted to be. Where he needed to be.
And yeah, it felt quite right to you as well.
Your other arm that wasn't occupied by Eddie's head found its way around his torso, hand rubbing softly over the expanse of his back, and you wondered how much of muscle and softness your fingertips would be encountering if your hand would just cheekily sneak its way underneath his tank top.
Resting your cheek on Eddie's forehead, the warmth, the comfort of wrapping your arms around something to hold onto at night, his steady and satisfied breathing against your own, made you easily drift off into a deep slumber.
Eddie had already passed out the minute you had allowed him to rest his head in the crook of your neck and had draped your arm over him, encasing him in the embrace he so badly needed in order to find his own sleep.
You'd known him long enough to know that he cared about the few people in his life who hadn't let him down, he took care of people that took care of him.
And you wanted to take care of him. In every way you could and in every way he would let you.
Silence filled the single room, steady breaths being in- and exhaled, and you hoped no one had yet woken up to notice your charming little intruder existing in the sacred four walls of the flower cabin.
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A ray of sunlight made the shadows of tree leaves dance over the landscape of your face through the window.
You woke up from it, eyelids slowly blinking and then squinting shut again from the sudden invasion of too much light at once.
It took you a few seconds to realize where you were, namely in the small cabin that you were to call home for the week, with Max still snoozing in the bunk above you, a light snore still coming from Robin's side of the room, and Nancy having probably already left to go for her daily morning jog.
The weight of a semi-tattooed arm was resting on your torso diagonally like a seat belt, indicating that Eddie was even in his sleep very concerned for your safety. He had moved upwards, now a head above yours on your actual pillow and on his side, making his chest slowly rise and fall against your head.
It was peaceful, so peaceful waking up next to him, and it felt like the most natural thing. A very easy morning. As if this wasn't the first time ever.
You rubbed the back of your hand over your eye, the movement causing Eddie's hand to give the exposed skin over your waist, until where your shirt had ridden up, another gentle squeeze, making it known to you that he was, in fact, awake as well.
Craning your head towards the head of the bed, your still sleepy eyes found the warm brown of his for a moment, along with a wide stretched smile playing on his lips, dark stubble running down his cheeks and chin and neck before stopping halfway down, since he had forgotten to shave.
Eyelids fell shut again, but the smile stayed. Just for a moment longer, before he relaxed every muscle in his stupidly beautiful face, allowing your eyes to start their own journey of curious wandering.
You took in the way his nostrils flared a little whenever he exhaled, the tiny wrinkles on the outsides of his big doe eyes, a bunch of light freckles scattered over the bridge of his nose and the apples of his cheeks, the way they were being pushed up by the corners of his mouth whenever he gave you that smile, the slightly glowing softness of his skin generally, the way his wild unruly dark mane framed his face so perfectly, the way his cupid's bow sat on the plushness of his pink lips, ...
And oh, you were certain they would feel like lying on a cloud in heaven against your own.
You were also certain you were still dreaming, that this entire moment of Eddie knocking on your window and letting him into your bed and him lightly fanning your face with his breath right now was just a dream and you were about to wake up any second to the sound of pesky middle schoolers screaming their way from their cabins to the pergola where you'd usually have breakfast.
But no. This was real. Eddie was real. And he was just so pretty, lying there peacefully snoozing, the expanses of soft bellies still touching, and that wasn't because your mattress didn't stretch wide enough.
"Are you watching me sleeping?", Eddie mumbled, lightly flexing his jaw, eyes staying shut, the smile returning slowly.
If there wasn't a fire in your lower belly burning from all his touches and sweetness already, it damn certainly was now, ignited by the rasp in his low morning voice.
Oh Jesus Christ.
The absolute heat was spreading into two directions, using your heart as its origin. Once again your cheeks heated up, and you felt your thighs clench together involuntarily at the way in which he said those words.
"What if I was?", you mumbled back in a similar tone, trying your best to not let on too much about the effect he was having on you.
Eddie's eyebrows disappeared behind his frizzy bangs. Still refusing to open his eyes.
"Then I'd say you're being a little creep."
He let out a low chuckle while pulling you into his embrace, savouring the moment of having you this close once more and letting you know for certain that he was just joking.
"Pfff, says the guy who literally creeps around my cabin at two in the night."
You could not for the life of you recall a time when his face ever was closer to yours than it was right now, noses almost touching.
"Hey, that was a necessity. We only obeyed the law and I am eternally grateful for your gracious salvation from me meeting my impending doom."
The underlying layer of heaviness of his words was disregarded for now, since you wanted to desperately keep the bliss that came with being so close around him for just a moment longer.
Eddie made you feel like you were the most important person in the entire world, mainly due to his ever prominent abandonment issues. Meaning he never once had really left your side during the entirety of this trip (except for when you had to use the bathroom and, well, sleep – until now), always making sure you were taken care of.
It melted you.
And you didn't mind his clinginess at all. Male validation wasn't something you had to run from in order to save yourself from drowning in it. The opposite was more of the case, you were soaking it up like the roots of a flower that hadn't seen rain in years.
Oh wait, flowers decay at some point if they don't get watered? Well, yeah. You'd almost been there at some point in the past.
"You're such a dork", you remarked his theatrics with a chuckle, before burying your face in the crook of his neck, cheek pressed to his clavicle and nose dipping into the soft skin where neck and shoulder met, "but a very cute one."
A hint of shyness overcame you.
Awaiting his reaction was unbearable.
Eddie's cheeks flushed a bright red at your admission and the fact that you were so very obviously trying to hide your fluster between his shoulder and neck? You going all sweetly shy on him simply made his brain short circuit.
Did you just call him cute?
While your – your – lips (!!!) were so close to his skin, barely brushing over one of his sensitive spots?
No, Eddie Munson was almost certain he was still in dreamland.
Only now he dared to open his eyes, just to make sure he hadn't dreamt the sneaking-into-your-cabin-last-night part either, and let out a sigh at the conscious feeling of your skin that had collided with his palm, your nose at his pulse point, hair tickling his chin.
Then, the realization of that meaning behind your latest words kicked in.
Meanwhile, you didn't dare to lift your head to see his reaction for yourself.
He made you feel it though, when a boost of confidence helped one of his hands find a home on one of your butt cheeks, the arm which your head was still resting on wrapping around your shoulder so his arms were fully engulfing your figure, and his own head dipped down to where your neck was slightly craned.
Tip of the nose brushing up along the expanse of your neck in a singular swift motion of his head, since he already had found out a while ago that you didn't dislike that one, and then?
Then he buried his nose in the hair coming down behind your ear, while his lips slowly, almost carefully placed a peck to where your jaw met your neck, followed by another low hum at the feeling of you not backing away. Of you staying with him.
At first you weren't so sure if you had registered that correctly, but at the same time, judging from the way you could feel a familiar warmth pool between your legs, you were pretty sure he'd just kissed your neck.
Neckneckneck.
Thank fuck he couldn't see the way your eyes were rolling into the back of your skull at the sensation of his warm lips on your warmer skin.
Months over months of yearning for him, for this, for lying in his tight embrace, against the warmth of his body, longing glances you had directed at him, his innocent arm around your shoulder practically burning through whatever shirt you were wearing on those days, the now occurring realization that his sly remarks and jokes had literally been his way of subtly flirting with you, painting all his glances that had been thrown back at you in a similarly wistful light.
It was all so much at once, yet you already couldn't possibly get enough of him.
You nuzzled closer (if that was even physically possible), your arm squished between your bodies, the arm you weren't lying on wrapped around his torso, hand still underneath his tank top, running your fingertips along the smooth skin over his spine.
Giving back.
A nice concept.
A little less shy now, still cautious though, your lips pressed against the slightly stubbly side of his neck as you craned your head further up.
Eddie couldn't believe his fucking luck.
"Mhm, baby."
His almost whispering voice didn't have to travel far from how close his lips were to your ear. Because they still were lingering on your neck, where he countered your admission with another chaste kiss, trying not to overwhelm you.
It was too much. You couldn't take it any longer.
Lifting your head away from his skin, the warmth radiating from his neck engulfing your face, you softly dropped the weight back on Eddie's arm.
A wide smile decorated his face, letting you know that everything was alright with you and him in his book, and in his big brown chocolate orbs you only found affection.
You hoped he could spot the same in yours.
Oh, a surge of confidence erupted inside of you.
"Would it be okay if I kissed you?"
Eddie's fingers occupied themselves with a soft dig into the plushy flesh of your ass, while the smile dancing on his lips slowly turned into a cheeky grin, dimples denting his skin adorably, and his other hand craned around your head, thumb bending far enough to run the length of it down your cheek.
"Mhm, darling. Why do you think I've been touching you this entire time?"
Without another moment of hesitation you closed the distance between your faces, lips colliding with his own in the softest way.
You both were now lying on a cloud in heaven.
It was passionate from the beginning, yet not too wild, a fuzzy feeling of warmth spreading through your entire system at the sensation.
The low hums that Eddie let out at the feeling of your lips softly moving against his own was sending your sense of time and space into the void, and the fact that you initiated this was making his head spin like the ceiling fans in Hawkins High's cafeteria.
Slow slow slow movements, your hands wandered up to cup his cheeks, while he pulled your hips impossibly closer to his own, humming against the endless softness of your lips dancing over his.
Each kiss lasted for a few seconds, it was like you were both trying so hard to feel every line and ridge and texture of each other, and also neither of you seem to waste a single care in the world about hurrying up.
"Oh lord Jesus Christ!", Robin's loud voice ripped you out of your little trance as it went echoing through the room.
Right, you almost forgot you weren't existing in your cabin all by your twosomeness.
Despite being caught in the act by just a mutual friend of yours (and not Ms Kelley), the metalhead and you still broke apart hastily.
A hint of panic overcame Eddie at the sudden intrusion, making him let go of you, grabbing the pillow underneath his head and shoving it into the now existent gap in between your bodies, since you had discarded the sheets a while ago. Why need a blanket if you have a perfectly functioning Eddie Munson to keep you warm at night?
It surprised you that he didn't fall off the bed entirely with how close to the edge of it he now was.
A relieved sigh escaped his lungs when he realised who really caught him stealing affectionate gestures from you.
Ms Robin Buckley had no problem with the both of you, she just wasn't expecting to find Eddie lying in your bed (slowly kissing you into oblivion) in her periphery while she was digging for her bathroom utensils so she could make sure she'd look less like a corpse for breakfast.
With "whatever this is, I didn't see it" and a loud open and close of the door, she excused herself, leaving you in your solitude.
With Max Mayfield. In the top bunk above you two, which she loudly made you remember as soon as Eddie got up to follow Robin's trace outside with a quick "uh, see you in a bit, sweetness", still clutching your pillow over his front while waddling his way over to the safety of his own cabin in which Dustin was probably still snoring into the next millenium.
"Soooo, what did I just wake up to? Hm?", you heard Max say with the most curious undertone after the door closed behind Eddie, as you rolled onto your back, already finding the emptiness and lack of warmth caused by Prince Metal's exit rather unpleasant.
Your only response was a groan as you pulled the sheets up and all the way over your head.
The pathetic attempt to hide wasn't meant as a long-term solution since your lungs unfortunately started craving oxygen at some point.
"Go away!"
It came out more as a mumble than a yell, mainly due to the muffling effect of the layer of fabric between your head and Max' ears, and as you pulled your head out from under the blanket covering your entire figure only to see Max' head poking out from the bunk above you, her long red mane dangling down towards the ground, you felt the heat rushing to your cheeks.
You had kinda seen it coming already, the struggle with having to explain yourself in the morning when your roommates would find Eddie snoozing peacefully in your arms.
But now it really hit.
You had just slept next to him. Literally kissed your crush. Who wasn't really a crush anymore. To you, Eddie was a lot more than that already.
Max just giggled at your response, jumping out of her bunk and continuing her teasing for the rest of the morning.
Well, at least until you joined the rest of the gang for breakfast.
Today was your last full day, and that meant going on another sweaty (yet beautiful) hike, a heated and intense capture the flag session in which Eddie didn't leave your side once, claiming that as your seat partner he also had the obligation to protect you from potentially evil forest spirits, and you also filled out the day by attending a cooking workshop, pairing up with Nancy.
Eddie – having to detach his everlingering hand on some part of your body throughout the day now – spent time with Max, Dustin and Steve, still successfully avoiding being dragged to the yoga session by the latter.
You guessed they were attending a class about forest herbs and survival tipps, an absolute necessity should they ever get lost in the vastness of a random national park one day.
Peeling potatoes at the counter of the outdoor kitchen, you peered over to the pathway as the group of students including your friends walked past, trying to spot your favourite out of them.
Eddie found your longing glance and returned it, along with the widest grin and a little bashful wave of his ringed hand.
You felt your heart jump at the vision, absentmindedly waving back with the hand that held the potato by two fingers, smiling like the most lovedrunk idiot.
The moment was fleeting, because he collided mere milliseconds later with Dustin's backside, giving the kid a gentle slap on the back of his head for stopping unexpectedly just to inspect the shape of a leaf from the tree next to him, making him look silly and like a total dork in front of you.
Your smile turned into a full on giggle when Eddie gave you a sheepishly yearning last look before the little gathering lead by Mr Clarke continued on the pathway, leading further into the forest and out of your periphery.
God, you loved him.
The day in its entirety was peaceful despite the doom of having to pack up and make sure not to forget anything that might have slipped underneath the beds. You were supposed to leave early in the morning just to be back in Hawkins before nightfall.
Even though you were growing tired of mosquito bites and flies viewing your meals as theirs, you couldn't be bothered to come up with feelings of homesickness. Not when you were surrounded by your loving friend group, Prince Metal and the serene oasis in the forest.
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The sun was about to set, casting a golden glow over the crowns of the pine trees swallowing the camp, light breezes of wind making the arms and twigs of the more leafy trees rustle softly every now and then.
Eddie got up from the couch he was lounging on, taking a semi nap in the presence of Dustin, Max and Jonathan after the intense workshop and stuffing himself at the surprisingly rich buffet your teachers had organised for your last evening.
He'd been subtly eyeing you from underneath the tall pergola, chatting and laughing with Steve and Robin by the bonfire which was already rising tall into the sky in the clearing of trees between pergola and pathway to the cabins.
The perfect way your clothes hugged your curves, the thin fabric of your shirt and adding its absolute nothing to hide the hardness of your nipples (also maybe due to you not finding it necessary to wear a bra), the stunning way your hair was shining in the start of golden hour, face illuminated by the fire in front of you, the enchanting way you curled your lips at a joke Steve had made (he even felt a tinge of jealousy creep into the center of his stomach), the entirely dazzling way your shirt had ridden up a little, showing skin between the waistband of your shorts and the hem of it.
And it was giving him ideas.
To anyone else these little things and details didn't seem too worthy to pay attention to, but Eddie noticed. He noticed you stealing wistful glances, making their way over to him here and there (and after the night he had, he was sure they weren't meant for Dustin), he noticed every inch of your skin that would unintentionally reveal itself to him from the ways in which you moved, he noticed the way your smile changed into something so astonishing when directed at him. Special.
You never looked at Steve like that. Or anyone else, for that matter.
Being as chronically touch starved as a metalhead outcast town freak could be, Eddie decided that it was too much. He couldn't not be near you any longer.
Your breath hitched in your throat just as you saw him get up and make his way over to you, a mix of confidence and shyness combined in his strut, before he came to a stop at the end of the log you were seated on, right next to your side.
"M'lady? May I ask her grace to walk with me?", you heard his voice say softly, a distinctly hopeful tone, warm and filled with the bashfulness from earlier in the day. Eddie met your smile with one equally wide.
A hand with ringed fingers was held out to you and you took it.
He lead you away from the group, away from everyone else, down the path towards the cabins where no one was at this hour, after he had intertwined your fingers with his own, the metal of his rings giving your fingers a little extra squeeze.
"It's nice to be sitting with the others and all, and I really enjoyed Dustin's ideas for Hellfire's next campaign, but", Eddie paused as he came to a still in his walk down to where your sleeping quarters were located, turning around to face you as his hand refused to let go of yours, right before continuing in the softest voice, barely audible, "I was hoping we could just leave them for a bit and enjoy the last evening a little more .. in private?"
Eddie leaned in a little closer with every word jumping over his lips.
Until he was inches away from yours, finding your eyes and you noticed the slight change of tone in the warm brown ocean of his. It had turned a shade or two darker as you reciprocated his beguiling gaze.
Oh, how easy it was for you to get entirely lost in it.
"I think that's an intriguing idea, Eddie", you replied with a smile, hoping he'd see and sense the same thing in your own eyes that was so clearly reflected in his. For you and for this reason, it was never difficult to look into them for long. Especially when he was so intently watching you.
A hand snuck around your waist, pulling you closer so your bellies would touch, the hand previously attached to yours now cupping your cheek, thumb softly running over the apple of it, head leaning in even further. Eddie's gaze flicked from your eyes to your lips and back in a matter of seconds, letting you know exactly what he was about to do.
Your hands found the little hairs at the nape of his neck, curling around the sides of it, lightly pulling as the plushness of his lips reunited with yours.
He hummed at the feeling, the moment filled with so much familiarity already. Without breaking contact, he gently cupped the other side of your face with his other hand, holding you there, needing you there.
Ever so softly, your lips moved against his, a moment you wished would last forever.
"I've been thinking about you all day", he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck as he wrapped his arms around you, lips landing on your pulse point. Breathing warmly against the skin there as he mumbled something along the lines of "they kept me away from my cute seat partner for way too long" before letting out a warm chuckle.
You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, still getting flustered by the directness of his flirting attempts. They were effective though, because you couldn't help but squeeze the back of his neck lightly with one hand while your other sneaked around his waist and underneath the hem of his shirt, reconnecting with its favourite place, the warmth and softness of skin on Eddie's back.
"It is an incredible atrocity indeed", you said with a giggle, making him raise his head back to face you, and the spark in his eyes gave you enough of a confidence rush, "I think we should make up for lost time then."
Waisting not a second longer, Eddie grabbed your hand again, and before you knew it, he had you affectionately pressed between the inside of his cabin's door and his body in a whimpering mess.
His kisses were getting hungrier, more demanding, yet there was a gentleness to it that let you know that you could stop this any second if you didn't want it.
"Is this okay, baby? We don't have to do anything if you don't want–", he asked in between sloppy pecks over your cheeks, jaw, down your neck that made you giggle lightly at his manners. It's not like his hands were all over you already, yet he was wondering if anything he was doing was alright with you.
"I can't get enough of you if I'm honest", you cut him off quietly, feeling the heat pooling in your underwear from the sensation of just about everything right now.
You were very well aware of the thing you were about to do. Crossing a line that could never be uncrossed, letting Eddie see you for all that you were, and giving him the freedom to choose.
Spoiler – he chose you.
Had done so since the moment you stepped onto the bus on that parking lot back home.
"Fuck, sweetness, you can't just say stuff like that", Eddie's voice came out huskily, he clearly was getting worked up over your response to his actions since he had you pinned to the door by the hips, his thigh in between yours, while his fingertips explored the skin of your waist underneath your shirt, lips still hovering over the expanse of your neck, brushing his nose upwards along the column of it, but this time a lot more slowly than the previous times.
He seemed to want to savour every single second he was granted access to your body like this, dragging each movement out as far as possible.
His wide, dark brown doe eyes returned to yours as he exhaled, "and expect me to be normal about it."
You didn't waste another second without your lips on his, pulling him back towards you by the chain which was holding his favourite guitar pick around his neck, eliciting a moan against your mouth out of him.
The only thing on Eddie's mind was you you you, the warmth of your perfect skin under his palms, the feeling of your pretty pink lips against his own, even the smell of you alluring him to no end.
Breaking away to catch your breath with eyes still closed, your lips curled into a smile when Eddie's hands wandered higher and higher while leaving goosebumps on the way, thumbs softly catching the underside of your tits, making you let out a content little sigh, as if his hands had just found their home, belonging right there.
His lips reunited with the skin on your neck, a moan escaping them as his thumbs reached your hard nipples, your neck vibrating lightly against his mouth when a moan of your own forced itself out of your lungs and your back arched away from the door for a second.
It had been a long time since anyone had touched you there, never in this way before though, which amplified every little touch Eddie practically worshipped you with.
A shudder ripped through you at the overwhelming sensation, it made you dizzy with want.
"It's so fucking hot when you twitch under my touch", Eddie almost whispered against your neck, and you were certain his voice couldn't drop any lower as he slowly rolled one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger, before raising his head just to watch your reaction even more closely.
"Yeah?"
His actions made you swallow hard, well aware of being at his mercy at the moment.
And yes, Eddie Munson continued the torture he was teasing you with.
"Yeah baby", he lightly poked his nose into your cheek for a second, "so what if I told you", he paused again, then kissed the corner of your mouth, "that I actually felt those little twitches", he tenderly kissed his way down over your cheek to your jaw, "throughout the whole week?"
One of his hands now left your chest, only to drop south.
He made it his mission to find out exactly what you liked. Find out what did it for you, what you wanted from him. What you needed from him.
"I'm curious to know what would happen if I touched you", he paused, lips millimeters away from the skin right beneath your ear, "here?"
A hand snaked around your figure, cupping one of your buttcheeks, the need for you heavily evident in the urgency of the touch.
You responded with another moan through closed lips, eyes closed, your hands finding the back of Eddie's neck again, lightly caressing his skin and tugging at the baby hairs there.
"Yeah, you like that baby, don't you? When I touch you here?"
A light spank.
Taking a deep breath, you nodded with a hum and another moan, cheek rubbing slowly and gently against his scruffy own as your hips involuntarily bucked up against his thigh.
Every movement was slow and gentle right now, yet heavy with hunger for each other.
Eddie noticed. Yet, he decided to take his sweeeeet time and drive you insane just a little longer.
"What about", he paused again, and you felt him smile against your neck as his hand still cupping your chest started kneading a little, rolling the nipple harder just to make sure you actually felt it, "here?"
The back of your head landed against the door with a thud as you moaned and whimpered a little louder this time, the shiteating grin on Eddie's face widening even more, obviously taking pride in his effects on you.
"You're making such pretty sounds for me, sweetheart. Would you maybe also like me to touch you", another pause, in which he moved his hand around your hips, boldly cupping the space between your legs through the thinness of your shorts, "here?"
His breath was tickling the skin on your neck, the last word nothing more than an almost inaudible whisper, traveling all the way down from your jaw to your collarbone.
"Fuck, Eddie", you whimpered out his name, completely lost in him, moving your own hands downtown to where his hellfire shirt was tucked into the waistband of his light blue jeans, just when you suddenly remembered you had a pair of your own.
Hearing you say his name made Eddie shamelessly buck his hips into yours, failing pathetically at hiding the fact that what he was doing to you was also more than enjoyable for him, since you could clearly make out the heavy bulge straining against his pants, pressed against your hip.
"Mhm yeah, such a good girl for me", Eddie chuckled watching you for another second before reuniting your lips with his own, this time with a force of need, almost greedily taking your lower lip between his own for a second, swiping his tongue along, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.
From slow and gentle to a feverish fumble of hands everywhere, it didn't take the both of you long to start freeing each other from the confines of your clothes.
Eddie had lifted your shirt off of you, finally freeing what he'd been dying to get his eyes (and hands) on, and you'd done the same to him, only to take a second to admire the few more tattoos that had until now been hiding from your gaze.
You noticed he was holding his breath, wild mane falling into the sides of his face from your ruffling during heated kisses, and the room suddenly felt a lot warmer.
The only thought in your mind was Eddie in front of you, just a small step away, now in nothing but his boxers, looking at you with an intensity you'd never seen before in him, and your fingers twitched with the desire to just touch.
You had run your hand just over the buckle of his handcuff belt, the movement of his pants against his erection already making him hiss a little. You'd run it over the fabric of the black jeans he was wearing, right where he wanted you most.
Because yeah, you could do that, too.
Eddie had found the pace in which you'd opened his belt to be way too slow, but he'd let you go with it anyway, being so lost in you and so lovedrunk (and straight up horny) that he hadn't dared to intervene.
Your slowness-slash-hesitation had a reason. The anxiety and intrusive thoughts of not being good enough, being too inexperienced decided to jump out of its dark corner inside your brain in just the right moment, causing you to back away from him, giving him a second to have his gaze wander over you.
It wasn't that you'd never done this before, there had been a guy you'd more or less been with, but this right here and now was just so different. More serious? Eddie wasn't just a guy. He was your Eddie at this point.
And however this trip would end, things would inevitably be changed between the two of you. And ultimately affect the dynamics of your friend group.
Eddie was a sensitive person. He was able to read the room, sense your hesitation. He closed the gap between you, his hand landing on your hip, bellies touching, hardness pressing against your thigh.
"Everything alright, darling?"
Cupping your cheek with his free hand, he tilted his head to find your eyes, the look in his filled with concern now, wondering if this was still okay for you.
Your arms snaked around his torso, fingertips lingering on his waist. He felt them burn through his skin.
A train of seemingly endless thoughts ran through your head, not knowing how to proceed from your lack of having done this enough times to just know, paired with the expectations you believed Eddie to have of this situation, and therefore, of you.
"Yeah, yeah", you assured him. The last thing you wanted was for him to believe he'd done anything wrong.
"It's just that", you paused, struggling to find the words to explain yourself and the rise of your performance anxiety while trying your best to avoid his puppy doe eye gaze, "I haven't really–"
A warm thumb on your lips cut you off, its hand directing your face towards his, the hand on your hip now lightly digging into the flesh there.
"I know baby, I know", Eddie said, referring to his wisdom with unknown origin to you, exhaling deeply before pressing an open mouthed kiss to your plush cheek, the gesture intending to let you know that you could be utterly honest and vulnerable with him. "Would you like me to show you", another pause, his gaze back on your face, thumb now lightly pulling down your lower lip, "what I like?"
Opening your mouth as a response, the tip of your tongue was briefly met with the tip of Eddie's thumb, causing him to twitch lightly and let out a groan through closed lips.
Everything you did and everything you were in your essence was driving him to the edge of insanity, not surprising after the months and months of thirsting after you in his desperate silence.
And his gentleness with you was making the dark imposter syndrome clouds in your head melt away like Lindor chocolate in mild temperatures.
His eyes bored into yours intently as you stuck your tongue out to meet the base of his thumb, just to drag it all the way up to the tip, before closing your lips around it and suck lightly.
"Mhhm, fuck", you heard him mutter, the effect your actions seemed to have on him giving you enough confidence to let his thumb go with a small pop, your hands still lingering on his waist pushing him a step away from you so you'd have enough space to drop to your knees, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, slowly pulling them towards gravity to finally free him.
With precum leaking from the tip, you took a second to admire Eddie's girth and length with wide eyes, and it made your mouth water and your panties even more soaked than they already were.
Taking him in your hand, you smeared the precum down to the base where a light thatch of dark curls sat, leading up to his happy trail which you'd already gotten to lay sight on on the bus, and that time frankly hadn't been the first of you imagining what the place to where that trail was leading looked like.
Leaning upwards, you kept ahold of him, kissing the soft skin of his lower belly right above his curls as his hand buried itself in your hair at the back of your head, letting out a guttural moan when you let your tongue run through the tiny hairs leading up to his navel, just to kiss your way back down again, slowly, gently, all the way over the soft expanse, taking another second to bury your nose in his skin, inhaling everything he was willing to offer you.
He was about to ask you if you could pinch him just to make sure this was reality happening right in front of him, you kneeling all pretty with your hand wrapped around his cock, now slowly lifting it and flattening your tongue at the base to lick a broad stripe up along the underside, making you feel each little vein on the way to his pink tip.
"Jesus, fuuuck, that's it baby", you just heard him encourage you, indeed letting you know what he liked, his grip on your hair tightening lightly.
The fact that you could feel him throb and twitch and hear him whimper slurred renditions of your name alongside small curses gave you a significant ego boost, causing you to find enough confidence to lock eyes with him from underneath your lashes.
"Fuck, and you were worried that you wouldn't be good at this?", Eddie chuckled as he looked down at you in disbelief, his free hand not tangled up in the strands of hair cupping your cheek to affectionately brush his thumb over it, unable to ever get the image in front of him out of his brain.
"Fucking hell, you're being soooo good for me baby, oh my god, yeah, just like that", he mumbled when you started swirling your tongue around the head, softly rubbing the tip of it over the underside every now and then, until you decided to close your lips around him, letting him feel your wet warmth.
It gave Eddie a great idea of a similar place he was dying to discover. Itching.
And it took every little ounce of willpower in him to keep his hips away from giving into the urge to thrust his entire length into the confines of your mouth, so out of respect for you, he channelled his impulses into a symphony of soft moans, quiet mutters of oh, fuck and oh my god, and whimpers of your name as you took him deeper with every bob of your head.
Every little sound escaping him only turned you on even more. You couldn't possibly get enough of seeing him all blissed out and soft for you like this, causing the vibrations of your own moans to make Eddie shudder.
However, he didn't give himself too much time to enjoy the feeling of your mouth taking him, since he was already bending down a little to lift you back up to your feet, before capturing your lips in a hot and heavy kiss while pulling you tightly into his embrace, both of his hands sliding down from your lower back and underneath the fabric of your panties, just to end their journey on your ass and roughly pull you against him.
"I'm gonna cum on the spot if you keep doing that", he'd declared, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your neck, nibbling softly at the skin, making your cheeks flush with heat.
No one had ever said that to you.
You winced at the roller coaster he put you on, his back and forth between rough and demanding and gentle and soft, but you were eating it up.
He was hypnotizing you with every touch and every grunt and every move you felt against your lips.
Not even when the backs of your knees hit the bed frame did he let go of you, resulting in him burying you into his mattress under his weight, commented with a giggle from the both of you.
Moving to your side, he reconnected his lips to your neck and you craned your head up, giving him better access while one of his hands slowly moved around to your front, cupping you through your panties, his middle finger lightly pressing into that very damp spot in the fabric, eliciting a moan out of you.
It was his turn now.
"Wanna make you feel good too, sweetness. Gonna let me, yeah?", his sultry voice didn't even wait for a response, impatient fingers moving the lace to the side before running the middle through your folds, tip of it catching your clit briefly.
"Oh fuck yes!" There it was. You breathed the words out in a whiny tone, your hand reaching down to give his still rock hard cock a few sloppy strokes in return, earning another soft moan against the junction of your jaw meeting your throat.
If the situation wasn't this hot, if Eddie's finger didn't make the room spin, you think you'd be embarrassed to no end with how pathetic your moans were sounding, but the pleasure you were experiencing and the metalhead's tender endearments you were receiving just didn't leave any space for any other feeling.
You just couldn't bring yourself to care.
Eddie didn't care either. In fact, he was bathing in your responsiveness, feeling every single one of your touches in the endings of his tiniest nerve branches. Being the touch starved, crucified town freak and all.
Your neediness for him made his insides turn and his head spin, he was still having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that you'd let him come this close and do this to you, and your cute little whimpers made him want to give you everything you'd ever silently (or not so silently) request from him.
He felt this entire moment after moment to be a haze, a fever dream he'd wake up from at some point, and for this reason, he didn't waste a single thought on anything else but you.
How infatuated with you he was.
"Mhhm fuck, so needy for me baby, aren't you?", he remarked the way you were bucking your hips against his hand, "drives me fucking nuts."
He lifted his head just so he could watch the way your face crinkled with every slow up-and-down stroke of his finger, gathering your evident arousal on the way before gently pushing it in, indulging the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head for just a second before they opened and found the warm deep dark brown of his own.
"Mhh yes Eddie, need you so bad", you managed to get out as he added his ring finger, stretching you open a bit more under slick sounds of his hand against your cunt.
His face was so close. So close that if you turned your head just a little, your kiss swollen lips could be back on his, giving him one more confirmation that the way his fingers were curling inside of you were doing just the right job. In fact, he was finding spots you could only dream to reach on your own.
You felt more precum leak from the tip of his cock which was resting against your thigh, the slow rut of his hips against yours smearing it between your bodies, causing your brain to short-circuit at the realisation that it was you being the reason for him to act this way.
Only making you spread your legs wider.
"God baby, you're so fucking wet", he trailed off, continuing to slowly fuck his two fingers into your tight entrance, completely enticed with the way you were giving yourself to him, "is that all because of me?"
He just needed to hear you say it.
"Mhh fuck yes Eddie, all for you. For you only."
No idea how you got that out, with the way his fingers felt and the way he was looking at you, all lovedrunk and ready to give you the world.
"You gonna let me have a taste?"
Pulling his hand away and leaving you empty under a protesting whimper, he sucked the two fingers into his mouth, moaning against them without breaking eye contact and it was driving you mad. You nodded with a dazed smile.
He got up just to drop his weight between your legs, spreading them by planting his palms on the backs of your thighs firmly and pushing them up, panties still to the side.
You held your legs there when he moved his hands down, taking both thumbs to open you up for him, taking just a second to get his first actual look at your pussy and watch it glisten in the dim light of the sun casting its last rays of the day through the denseness of trees and into the room.
Eddie had fantasized plenty for literal months about the way you'd possibly look, but nothing prepared him for the actual sight in front of him.
It made you feel the most vulnerable you'd ever felt, letting him see and touch you this way, yet there was a naturalness to it that made it just so easy to give yourself to him.
Building trust with him seemed to be the easiest thing for you. Surprising yourself there, aren't ya?
And when his tongue shyly took its first swirl around your clit? Nothing was ever easier than Eddie.
Waves of pleasure took over your brain with every lap of his mouth, taking you between his lips, licking, sucking, swirling, slurping, making your thighs twitch with every single one of his moves, and he was (quite literally) eating your responsiveness up, each of his moans against the most sensitive part of your body becoming deeper in sound.
He noticed he could cum just from tasting you as he found his hips inconsistently humping the mattress, hearing your sweet chants as one of your hands found its way back into his unruly mane, encouraging him further in his actions.
"Fuuuck baby, I need you. Need all of you, please?", you whimpered just when the heat in your lower stomach was about to reach its peak, raising your head as your eyes encountered the way he was watching you from underneath his bangs sticking to his forehead, the hand not entangled in his hair busy fisting his bedsheets.
That was the only thing he needed to hear.
You could feel him smile, continuing to do so as he pushed himself up on his knees and crawling a few inches forward to be eye to eye hovering over you, chin, lips and tip of his nose glistening with your juices, the ends of his dark curls tickling your cheeks. He helped you wriggle out of your panties swiftly, discarding them on the cabin floor to join the rest of your clothes, hands resting on the softness of your thighs as he knelt back to sit on his heels.
He felt his dick twitch between his legs, seeing you lying and spread out underneath in front of him, in all your glory, ready to let him take you where you wanted to be most.
The vision tugging at his heartstrings, knowing how much trust you were instilling in him in order for you to let him go this far with you.
"Eddie, please."
You pushed yourself up to meet his lips, planting one hand on the back of his neck, the other hooked a finger into the chain dangling down like a collar, and without breaking away you pulled him back down with you.
"Yeah? Wanna feel me fill your pretty little pussy?", he breathed out, hands back on your thighs, digging into their plushness.
You believed to hear Eddie's voice to drop an octave, now leaning back again to let the underside of his cock slowly glide through your soaked folds, the head catching on your clit deliciously, making your head spin from having him do this to you.
"God, yes", you moaned out, watching him through heavy eyelids.
Eddie smiled his dimpled smile down at your face, reveling in the sight as he let the tip breach your sopping entrance, giving him an idea of how tightly his cock would be sitting inside of you.
His eyes were fixated on the spot where your bodies were now joined, slowly pushing another inch in as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting him closer.
"Eyes on me, baby", Eddie mouthed at your jawline as he leaned back down to place a quick kiss there, right when he noticed you zoning out, focusing on taking him as best as you possibly could.
Once again your eyes found the warm gaze he was observing your every move with, and soon you felt his lips back on your own, kissing you softly as he slowly pushed all the way in, forcing a gasp out of your lungs at the feeling of utter fullness.
For a moment, the world stopped.
Eddie blinked at you through half-lidded eyes now, nudging his nose against your own before capturing your lips in another heated kiss, sending both of your tongues dancing and a moan from the pit of his lungs vibrated through your system.
Your hands moved up to cup his face, holding him close to you as his trailed up the underside of your thighs, before pushing your knees towards your chest, practically bending you in half and slowly starting to move his hips against your own when he felt you adjust to him.
"Oh fuck, fuuuck you're so tight", Eddie sighed, eyes falling shut at the feeling of your cunt sucking him in like that, and his words ringing through your ears, and hearing him admit to you what you were making him feel? It made you clench around him briefly, goosebumps spread over every inch of your body at the words forming on his tongue.
You were just so warm and wet and soft and so so tight, completely fucked out for him and him only.
"Eyes on me, baby", you repeated his own words back to him with a smile and glassy eyes, completely stunned to feel him like this, slowly filling and leaving you again.
Opening his eyes again to meet your gaze, his lips curled into a wide smile at your sentiment, "gonna be soft with you, unless you want me not to be, yeah?", he leaned down to plant a kiss on the corner of your mouth, forearms now resting on each side of your head, before his last words were nuzzled against your ear, "just tell me, sweetnose."
With his announcement he gave you a few more slow and gentle thrusts, getting both of you used to the feeling, before he moved back up again, holding your thighs spread out against your chest, his eyes glued to where his heavy cock slid in and out of your sopping slick hole.
Heat was spreading through his body, an excessive amount of endorphines circulating through his veins, transporting the desire and hunger for you into the tiniest endings of his nerves, causing his entire system to be in the moment with you.
Same thing applied to you.
It didn't take long for him to pick up the pace, right after he moved a pillow under your hips, with the aim to hit your sweet spot at just the right angle, slide his entire length in even deeper, making the tip kiss your cervix repeatedly.
Moans and whimpers and grunts and groans from both your mouths where conjuring a whole opera of beautiful sounds you both were reveling in equally as you moved your hips to meet his repeated thrusting, tip of his cock brushing over that spot inside of you each time he moved in to fill the space between your drenched walls.
His entire weight was on you, since he wanted to sink his teeth back into the soft flesh of your neck, nibbling and sucking at the skin there. Your hands found a home in his hair, gently scratching his scalp, sending his eyes rolling into the back of his head, and you felt a puddle slowly take its form on the cover of the pillow tucked underneath your ass.
He was so deep, so so deep inside of you, his eyes bored themselves through yours straight into your soul, foreheads touching.
"Fuck, fuck, Eddie, feels so good", you babbled and moaned against his stubbly cheek, your heavy breath tickling down his own neck, "need more."
The knot in your lower abdomen was already tightening, getting ready to snap from just his feral thrusts and the beguiling way he was eyeing you.
"Yeah baby? Wanna cum for me?"
Your neediness made him chuckle, raising himself up and back on his heels, a strong arm wrapping around your torso and pulling you up with him, into his lap, letting one of his hands rest on and dig into your plush thigh.
He let himself drop on his butt, the hand on your thigh slowly trailing up up up, fingertips and palm climbing softly all the way over your back to come and stay on the back of your neck, encasing you fully and pressing you against his chest, letting you know he needed you just as close as you needed him.
Without even thinking about it your hips started moving against his as you straddled him, your kiss swollen lips finding his own again, panting into each others mouths, and soon enough the knot between your legs came close to snapping, from the change of position, the length of his cock now gliding smoothly against your clit with each rock of your hips, creating the delicious friction you so desperately craved.
"Yes baby, that's it, lose it for me, oh god fuck!", Eddie panted as he felt your hips starting to stutter, his words sending you over the edge, cunt spasming and clenching around him, your frantic breaths hitting his face as your head was thrown back.
He was soaking you up with all the sweet sounds you were making for him, helping you ride out your high, hands moving down to your ass to lift you, just after announcing his own release through a sickeningly deep moan and mumbles of "oh fuck baby, so close, gonna make me– oh shit", hot and sticky saltiness joining your sweet juices, landing in the tight space between your bellies, painting undefinable patterns onto the heated skin.
For another eternity you held each other close, felt his breathing against your shoulder and collarbone as he dipped his head to place a kiss to your throat, moving his hands away from your back to cup your face, pressing his lips to yours, not wanting to let the moment go just yet.
And then, he dropped the bomb.
"Say that you're mine", he still panted, forehead leaning against yours, noses touching as your hands cupped his on top of your cheeks.
It made you chuckle, the fact he was asking this now after fucking you into another dimension, and it made your thumbs brush over the backs of his palms.
You sensed the tension still present in every fiber of his being with the way he was holding onto your face, still needing you close, and since you knew about his abandonment issues to some extent, seeing him all vulnerable like this was tugging at your heartstrings to no end.
None of his usual slightly cocky tone, just pure softness and an open heart was what presented itself to you.
Say that you're mine.
Of course you were his.
Your facial expression softened endlessly, you felt all your insides melt into one big puddle, mouth forming into a small pout, one hand coming down to rest on his own cheek, closing the gap and slotting your lower lip in between his.
You wanted him to feel the amount of affection you had for him, in your eyes, in your kiss, in your touch.
He was supposed to feel loved. Like he should always have felt that he was loved.
"I'm all yours, Eddie. But only if you're all mine."
The look in your eyes said it all. The one in his, too.
Yeah. He was your Eddie. Your seat partner. Your magnet.
Eddie pulled you into him, as if hearing the words come out of your mouth and the way you were looking at him all soft and gooey made all his angst about being dropped and left again slowly vanish.
"I'll need some time to get used to this", he paused, not daring to meet your eye, "I mean, to someone that doesn't just leave after a while."
Since being this close to someone emotionally was about equally far away from any routine for you as well, you met him with utmost understanding.
"That's okay. We're in no rush, right?", you kissed the corner of his mouth, small pecks over the stubbly cheek opposite of where your hand was placed.
You were able to watch him get too much into his head as you spoke.
"You sure about that? I don't think the law of seat partners extends to–"
Your lips pressed to his own cut him off, "you don't need a silly law to make me wanna spend time with you, Munson."
A quick journey of your eyes over his beautiful face, his eyes widened, eyebrows raised, lips curled into a pretty smile, cheeks all rosy and forehead bangs sticking to his forehead from your most recent activities.
"Actually, I've been dreaming of you – and this – since I met you at Steve's for the first time and Dustin introduced you to me as his ultra handsome dungeon master, you remember?", you continued, hoping it would give him an idea how how much you'd been wistfully pining after him, an idea about how wanted he was.
Of course Eddie remembered.
It was the night he had left way earlier than usual because he just couldn't stand being around you without making a colossal fool out of himself for already wanting to be close to you after just thirty minutes of being in the same room, afraid to be coming on way too strong for his reputation and, speaking from experience, ultimately scare you away.
His hands dropped from your face, two strong arms wrapping themselves back around your figure as he breathed in your sweat-sticky scent, desperately trying one more time to glue this memory into the long-term department of his brain.
"Wait, does that mean I could have .. could've had you .. all this time?"
A chuckle escaped your lips, before leaning into him once more, planting another sweet kiss to his mouth.
"Yeah silly, ... all this time."
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Home was calling you back into the bleak reality of trying to graduate high school, and you were far from missing it.
Nancy using her famous organizational talents had made sure that Robin wouldn't leave her special pillow behind, and instructed you to look extra carefully for any items that might have flown behind the bedframe.
And she was correct. You'd blindly reached for a little white framed polaroid, only to discover that it was the one of Eddie with his flower crown, eyes squeezed shut, grinning like an absolute idiot.
He still, maybe even more so now, looked angelic.
You'd never forgive yourself if you'd leave that one here.
The ride home was spent with your head on Prince Metal's shoulder for the most part, your back practically lying on his chest, huddled up against him.
And it did take all the strength in the both of you to not constantly be all over each other, especially under the scrutinizing eyes of your teachers.
A few pecks were stolen here and there, the feeling of being entirely lovedrunk making it hard to separate. Thankfully, for the foreseeable future, you didn't have to.
The group had just shot you knowing looks at breakfast, Max, Robin and the older guys who had seen you wrapped (and very covered up, Eddie had made sure of that) in Eddie's sheets in the morning responsible for not being able to keep their beaks shut.
For the long hours you'd be spending on the road, Eddie had organized a restock of snacks at the only supermarket in the first town you'd stopped at on the way.
"As your designated seat partner, it is so hard to keep my hands to myself", you mumbled into the fabric of the dark and washed out Metallica shirt covering his shoulder with a sheepish grin, as your hand slowly disappeared into the bag on his lap, pulling out whatever box of cookies he'd chosen.
Eddie couldn't help but snort at your innuendo and the way you were using his own joke on him in return.
Lowering his head, planting his cheek against your temple, whispers.
"Oh baby, just wait until we're home."
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NAKSHATRAS AS GODDESSES
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🐎ASHWINI🐎
DISCLAIMER: This is based solely on my research and the patterns that I saw. I can't promise that I'm gonna be sure in all the coorelations, but I'm going to attribute each nakshatra a goddess that I think fits it the closest. If you're dissapointed, to make up for it, I'm going to list some other deities in the end that I think also fit the nakshatra. Don't come for me if you think I'm wrong, be respectful in the comments if you think so and have fun 🤍
While researching, at first it was obvious that no deity was as perfect for Ashwini as Ashwini Kumaras themselves. I still tried to search for a Goddess that would be most similar to this nakshatra's energies and I kid you not, I've found the exact goddess I was looking for. Definitely was not expecting this.
Saule
Pronounced "sow-lay"
Pantheon: Lithuanian
Name meaning: The sun
Main associations: The Sun, fertility, healing, helping women and children, red apple, gold.
Symbols: The Sun, apples, colors gold and red.
The Baltic people believed the Sun to be a disc, dancing and rolling around. Saule is the literal representation of the sun, who, not unlike the Greek god Helios, rides a chariot pulled by two horses. The horses are mostly described as white and sometimes golden, and they're called, believe it or not, the Asviniai. It seems that the word has an Indo-European root.
The deities assigned to Ashwini are Ashwini Kumaras_twin horsemen, depicted as young, healthy and handsome men who can heal people.
Like their power, Saule is associated with healing, regeneration and also fertility. She rides in her copper-wheeled carriage with her trusted horses, flying through the sky every day, bringing light and warmth to Earth. In regards to her appearance, she's frequently depicted with long golden hair, as well as being associated with gold and amber in general. She's described as being dressed in golden silk. Being the goddess of health and vitality, she had horses that would never tire nor sweat.
At night Saule would bathe her horses and go to the underworld. She was married to the moon god Menesis. Their first child was Earth, then followed other children: the Stars. It's said that her husband was very carefree, sometimes sneaking out of their castle in his moon carriage, thus leaving the world to darkness. Despite having a husband, ultimately, Saule is a sovereign and independent goddess.
As the setting sun, Saule is known as the falling red apple, a ring or a crown. She's strongly associated with the color red, and also apples and apple trees. Other plants associated with her are daisies, sunflowers, roses and linden.
Saule is honored every year at summer solstice.
I want to talk a little about why I coorelated her to Ashwini but first, I'll talk about the goddess extremely similar to her- Norse goddess Sol/ Sunna. She's also associated with the sun, healing, regeneration and has a chariot pulled by two horses, one of which is called Allsvinn (very fast), the other is called Arvak (early rising). Also, one of her many names literally means "Gold".
I think the association of these goddesses with Ashwini kumaras is clear, but I chose the Baltic goddess saule as to me the Baltic culture is more similar to Ashwini's energies than the Norse (You'll definitely see Norse goddesses in this series tho). Baltic people also have gods which are basically their equivalent of Ashwini Kumaras, twin horsemen gods called Ašvieniai. It's crazy to me that two cultures that you wouldn't think have anything in common basically share a deity.
Other deities that can be associated with Ashwini other than Saule:
Sunna- Norse goddess of the Sun, healing and fertility.
Ašvieniai- Baltic twin horsemen gods who have a gift of healing
Rhiannon- Celtic goddess known as "The Horse Queen", goddess of movement, leadership, the night, the moon and death.
Epona- Celtic goddess most strongly linked to horses (and you can tell by her name)
That's it for Ashwini🤍❤ I love my horse- people😅🤍 I genuinely do, there's no one like you guys, you are very healing and refreshing to be around. Keep going 🐎🐎
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🦄 ✨ Here's an introduction of my OCs and the F/O's that I ship them with!!! :D ✨ 🦄
💗🌈 🩷 Name: Rainbow Vivre
Age: 22
Species: Human
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✨ 💜 🩵 Name: Desiree Hills
Age: 25
Species: Human
Desiree Hills is optimistic and sweet. It's very easy for her to sympathize/empathize with others. She's very rich and lives in a pink Barbie-style mansion. She owns a white Yorkshire Terrier named Daisy. Her boyfriend is Sarge Snorkel (Beetle Bailey). 🩵 💜 ✨
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Age: 2160 (demon years) 36 (human years)
Species: Demon
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🩷 💚 🍓 Name: Ichigo
Age: Ageless
Physical and mental age: 24
Species: Robot
Ichigo is ditzy and super kind. She’s also pretty sensitive. Also, she knows when to be serious. She can speak in both Japanese and English. Her boyfriend is Percy Polie (Rolie Polie Olie). 💚 🩷 🍓
🌸 🩷 🌼 Name: Harmony Hoffman
Age: 24
Species: Human
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💜 🩷 🎶 Name: Setsuko Senritsu
Age: 22
Species: Human
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💛 💜 🦋 Name: Melinda Grace
Age: 21
Species: Butterfly
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🩵 🎸 🩷 Name: Abigill Eauston
Age: 22
Species: Axolotl
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Age: 26
Species: Human
Loretta Reid is a Kindergarten teacher and loves working with and teaching kids. Her students call her Miss Reid. She's been teaching for four years. She's very sweet, caring, sympathetic/empathetic, and fun. Her boyfriend is the Teacher/Sensei/Mr. S (Doraemon). 🩷 ❤️ 🍎
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Age: 1400 (fairy years) 24 (human years)
Species: Fairy
Sparklemary loves jewelry, fashion, flowers and candy. She's bubbly, sweet, elegant, and can be silly at times. She loves collecting minerals/gems/crystals and flowers to make jewelry out of! Her boyfriend is Head Pixie (The Fairly Oddparents).
#oc#original character#selfshipping#selfship#self ship#self shipping#oc intro#oc introduction#art#oc art
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Woe gay cats be upon ye
with flower symbplism!
The golden heart flower is something from my verse- very rare, never dies or wilts ect ect. Means eternal love
The little white flowers everywhere I have forgotten the name but they mean "divine love" and Magia is well. A god
asters are symbols of love and trust
bellflowers mean unwavering love
the red carnations around them mean romantic love and passion (most red flowers tend to)
red and white roses together means united, in harmony ect ect
purple hyacinths means sorrow, grief and a plea for forgiveness (all relationships between a god and a mortal end in tragedy😔)
forget-me-nots are for rememberance, all this will be a memory in not so long of a time for Magia (and they don't want to forget)
purple lilacs next to Magia specifically, which means first love, while Magia may not be Mags first, he is theirs
and under Magia's tail there is a marigold, which means pain and grief
OH and a sunflower is also there. They basically mean joy and happiness
This magolor specifically belongs to @opal-owl-flight!
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Hey, lovely witchlings! As the sun reaches its zenith and the earth is in full bloom, we come to Litha, the summer solstice, a time of abundance, vitality, and celebration. This Sabbat marks the longest day of the year and the peak of solar energy, when the sun's power is at its strongest.
A Briefing on the History:
Litha, also known as Midsummer or the Summer Solstice (Northern hemisphere: June 20th or 21st; Southern hemisphere: December 20th or 21st), is a magical time when the sun reaches its zenith in the sky. It’s the longest day of the year, and the sun seems to pause, bathing the earth in its warm glow. Our ancestors celebrated this pivotal moment with fire and water, acknowledging the balance between light and darkness. Stone circles like Stonehenge were oriented to capture the rising sun on this sacred day. Early European traditions included lighting large wheels on fire and rolling them down hills into bodies of water. The Romans honored this time as sacred to Juno, goddess of women and childbirth, giving us the month of June.
History:
Ancient Roots: Litha has ancient origins and has been celebrated by various cultures and civilizations throughout history. It is often associated with sun worship and the celebration of light, fertility, and abundance.
Solar Phenomenon: Litha occurs around June 20th or 21st in the Northern Hemisphere when the sun reaches its highest point in the sky, resulting in the longest day and the shortest night of the year.
Symbolism: The Summer Solstice symbolizes the triumph of light over darkness, as well as the peak of growth and vitality in the natural world. It is a time of celebration, joy, and abundance.
Correspondences:
-> Symbolism: Life, fire, rebirth, transformation, power, purity
-> Colors: Red, gold, orange, yellow, white, green, blue
-> Herbs: St. John’s Wort, lavender, rose, peony, vervain, chamomile, chickweed, chicory, sunflower, lily, thyme, and more
-> Crystals: Lapis, diamond, tiger’s eye, emerald, jade, and other green stones
-> Animals: Butterflies, wren, horses, stags, robins, cattle, phoenixes, dragons, faeries, satyrs
Here are a few ways to honor the magic of Litha:
Rituals and Activities:
- Bonfires: Light a bonfire to honor the sun’s power.
- Sunrise/Sunset Greeting: Greet the sun at its highest point in the sky.
- Create an Altar: Decorate it with sunflowers, oranges, and yellow candles.
- Cleansing Herb Bundle: Make your own bundle for purification.
- Sun Tea: Brew tea using sun-infused water.
- Burn a Bay Leaf: Write intentions on a bay leaf and burn it
- Fertility Ritual: Litha is a time of fertility and growth, and rituals may focus on promoting abundance, creativity, and prosperity. Some practitioners may plant seeds or perform fertility rites to symbolize the fertile energy of the Earth.
Modern Celebrations:
-> Community Gatherings: Many Wiccan and pagan communities host public rituals and gatherings to celebrate Litha, inviting people of all backgrounds to join in the festivities and honor the sun's energy.
-> Altar Decorations: Altars are adorned with symbols of the sun, such as gold or yellow candles, sunflowers, citrus fruits, and solar symbols like the sun wheel or the Celtic solar cross.
-> Feasting: Traditional foods associated with Litha include fresh fruits, vegetables, honey, bread, dairy products, and grilled meats. These foods celebrate the abundance of the summer harvest and nourish the body and spirit.
-> Nature Walks: Taking a nature walk or spending time outdoors is a simple yet meaningful way to connect with the energy of Litha and appreciate the beauty of the natural world during the height of summer.
Recipes:
1. Mead: A honey wine enjoyed by our Celtic and Norse ancestors and many to this day. It is easier to support local experts in the craft of making this than starting up a whole kit of making mead. Choose wisely. (I included a basic starter recipe for those brave enough to venture into the fermentation game. I'll stick to supporting my local businesses!)
2. Sun Tea: If you are unable to drink alcohol or prefer not to, sun tea is a great alternative or a great addition to your Litha celebration! They are called "sun tea" because it is tea brewed from the warmth of direct sunlight! If the weather is cloudy, sun tea may not be the best recipe to try. Common sense <3!
5. Sunflower Seed Pesto Pasta: Cook pasta (such as penne or fusilli) according to package instructions. In a food processor, combine fresh basil leaves, garlic cloves, sunflower seeds, Parmesan cheese, olive oil, and a squeeze of lemon juice. Blend until smooth. Toss the cooked pasta with the sunflower seed pesto, cherry tomatoes, and sliced summer squash or zucchini. Serve topped with additional Parmesan cheese and fresh basil leaves.
6. Summer Solstice Salad: Mix a variety of fresh greens, such as spinach, arugula, and butter lettuce. Add sliced strawberries, blueberries, and orange segments for a burst of color and sweetness. Sprinkle with toasted almonds or walnuts and crumbled goat cheese or feta cheese. Drizzle with a dressing made from olive oil, balsamic vinegar, honey, and a pinch of salt and pepper.
6. Grilled Vegetable Platter: Slice a selection of summer vegetables, such as bell peppers, eggplant, zucchini, yellow squash, and red onions. Brush the vegetables with olive oil and season with salt, pepper, and your choice of herbs (such as rosemary or thyme). Grill the vegetables until tender and lightly charred, then arrange them on a platter. Serve with a dipping sauce made from Greek yogurt, lemon zest, garlic, and fresh herbs.
7. Honey-Lavender Lemonade: In a saucepan, combine water, honey, and dried lavender buds. Heat gently until the honey is dissolved, then remove from heat and let the mixture steep for 15-20 minutes. Strain the lavender-infused honey mixture into a pitcher and discard the lavender buds. Add freshly squeezed lemon juice to the pitcher and stir to combine. Serve the honey-lavender lemonade over ice, garnished with fresh lavender sprigs and lemon slices.
8. Berry Galette: Prepare a simple pie dough or use store-bought dough for the crust. Roll out the dough and transfer it to a baking sheet lined with parchment paper. In a bowl, mix fresh berries (such as strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries) with sugar, cornstarch, and a squeeze of lemon juice. Spoon the berry mixture onto the center of the dough, leaving a border around the edges. Fold the edges of the dough over the berries, pleating as needed. Brush the edges of the dough with milk or beaten egg, then sprinkle with coarse sugar. Bake the galette in a preheated oven until the crust is golden brown and the berries are bubbling. Serve warm with a scoop of vanilla ice cream or whipped cream.
Remember, Litha is a celebration of the sun’s abundance and the Earth’s fertility. Embrace the warmth, dance, and honor the cycles of life. Blessed be! 🌻🔥🌿
Note: This post is a brief overview. For more details, explore the rich traditions and make Litha your own! 🌞🌙
#queue the magick#witchcraft#witchblr#witch#reference#magickkate#kitchen witch#sigils#green witch#witchy#witchcraft 101#witch aesthetic#witchy vibes#witches#baby witch tips#beginner witch#baby witch#college witch#college witch tips#cottage witch#witch community#witchcraft community#witchcore#witch tips#witchtok#witchy shit#witches of tumblr#witch blog#witchyvibes
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Alright everyone, every SCP researcher/doctor/agent I can think of off the top of my head and what their favorite flowers are based purely on vibes.
I don’t imagine Clef being particularly fond of receiving flowers. However, he’ll sure as hell give them, and I think he’d have a surprising amount of knowledge on flower language. If he had to pick one, he’d like red poppies.
Kondraki likes sunflowers. I feel like they would have sentimental value, and they’re also super tall so it’s the most worthy of the flowers in comparison to him.
Kondraki Jr respects the love of sunflowers, but likes daisies as long as they’re natural colors.
James Talloran likes pumpkin blossoms. An odd choice, but it’s the flower he pays the most attention to when he sees it.
Gears would probably like something that is easy to take care of, considering he’s busy all the time, but also something traditional. My guess: Moss rose.
Bright: Bright is eccentric, orchids. Hard to maintain, and every time he gets one, it dies shortly after, but they’re fancy while they last.
Glass: Glass would probably say it’s lavender because lavender is pretty soothing to people (More uses than just 049!), and honestly that could be correct. Glass is definitely a play-it-safe person, but to be honest, I think he likes white lilies.
Iceberg: Someone so cold just happens to have the personality of a guy who likes daffodils, but he’d be offended if you gave him some. His masculinity seems a tad fragile.
Strelnikov: White Egret (The flower, not the bird). It’s cool, looks like the bird, and more importantly, native to Russia. I don’t know how he’d react to receiving flowers in general, but if you handed him a flower from eastern Russia, I think he’d be impressed.
King: Orange blossoms. Simple, beautiful, and in contrast to apple blossoms which he despises.
Rights: I don’t know a whole lot about Rights, but stargazer lily feels right, so I’m not gonna question it.
Light: Saguaro, but mostly because it’s attached to a cactus. I think Light would definitely have a cactus on her desk.
Diogenes seems like a tulip person. I hesitate to say that because tulips can seem kind of basic, but tulips also seem like a cornerstone flower that anyone can rely on, which is kinda how I feel about Diogenes. I don’t think they’d like crazy flowers.
Trebuchet: Crocus. Again, based off vibes. Trebuchet is no-nonsense, and I feel like this kind of goes along with this? Also, Crocuses are not tall. I think Trebuchet hates tree blossoms or flowers that grow on bushes.
I feel like Crow would appreciate flowers more than most on this list, tbh. I think he’d like snapdragons. Safe for dogs to be around, and the fact that they grow in bunches makes them easy for him to carry.
Feel free to let me know if I missed anyone, I’ll probably do a separate list for SCPs
#doctor kondraki#scp kondraki#dr clef#dr alto clef#dr gears#dr iceberg#dr glass#dr bright#dr rights#dr light#scp shitposting#scp#scp foundation#scp fandom#scp headcanons#flowers
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Enemies? Or….
`~Miles Fairchild x Reader~`
{Part 5/?}
{Click for Chapters}
A/N: Sorry part 5 took a very long time but i hope you enjoy this chapter!
Your Pov
Last night's slumber was horrendous, I had a nightmare that Miles was chasing me with his black horse carrying a whip. >:(.
.......
Today I had basically nothing to do, I sat on the edge of my bed staring at a wall, BORED. The sun was setting but there was still some light left. I was about to write something when-
"Hey" Miles opens my door.
"The heck? don't you know how to knock?" I roll my eyes.
"No. but.." He enters the room.
"Can you come with me to ride Samson?" He asks out of the blue.
"Eh? your so weird Fairchild, you already know my answer but you still ask." his eyes met mine and he looked like a stray puppy....
A smelly ugly one.
"Fine, fine" I wave my hand as he grins.
"Come on" he grabs my hand and pulls me outside.
{to the stables~~}
"What is the main reason why you ask me to do this again?" I ask as I balance myself on top of Samson.
"Nothing, stop asking questions" He replies as he hops unto the horse's back.
"Make sure to hold tight, since it will be a rough ride" I glare at him.
"What? You expect me to let you hold my waist like its a romantic movie or something? aha no way. Hold tight somewhere else" He suddenly charges Samson forward and I had to hold the rope thing attached to the horse to avoid falling.
{Falling, for him?}
"Where are we going?"
"I'll tell you when we get there." He rolls his eyes.
We passed by the track field I got lost in and past by the Koi pond. He then made a sharp turn for the right and stopped there.
"I don't need help" I said as he tried to aid me to get down. I look at him to check if he got annoyed but his eyes had this glint of sadness to it.
"Let's go, your too slow" He hurried me.
............
We finally arrive after a long walk, and we entered a garden, but not just any garden, it was an alive one. It had a mini fountain in the middle that had a statue of a fairy and there was a big tree that carried a swing.
There were roses and sunflowers everywhere, It even had { your favorite flower}.
"Y/N! Y/N! over here!" I heard a small voice calling for me.
"Flora your here too?" I approach her.
"She is the reason why I brought you here" He shrugs. I hadn't known there was any place like this in this dead estate! I am so excited!.
"Thanks...Miles" Even if he's my nemesis, he also needs to be thanked by his good actions {sometimes}.
Miles Pov
"Thanks.. Miles" She smiles at me. I cross my arms and turn around. Shit! how dare she-.
"Welcome.." I was a blushing mess!.
{they are 15 years old now}
{Dramatic Flashback from 7 years ago}
"Miles, come here for a second" my dad waved at me.
I went to him and was met with a sight of a little girl.
"Miles, this is Y/N, Y/N this is my son Miles" My dad implied. She- she is pretty, I guess, but nothing compares to Flora.
"Hi Miles, I'm Y/N nice too meet you" she urges a handshake.
"Nice to meet you too" I only said that but I didn't want a handshake.
"oh well- me and Y/N's parents will have a chat you go and play in your room alright?" My dad announced.
After they've left I grab her wrists and led her outside.
"I thought your dad said to you ROOM" she snatches her wrists back.
"Well I want to play with Samson" I shrug.
"Who's Samson?" she questions.
"Come, I'll show you"
we arrive at the stables.
"Here.. is Samson" I point to the horse. "He is my horse and that white one is my mom's".
"Wow! Can you ride them?" She crosses her arms.
"Of course I can!" I cross my arms. "who taught you?"
"Quint".
"Who's Quint?" ugh so much questions.
"He is a teacher of mine for riding lessons" I reply as I stroke Samson.
{BACK}
"Miles?" Y/N waves her hand.
"W-what is it?" I snap back. "Are you okay, you've been staring at the entrance for a long time" she touches my forehead.
"Hm.. you don't have a fever though" your blushing like crazy right now, I slap her hand as I got away from her.
"Your so weird" I insult her.
{After moments of playing with flora}
"Come on flora its getting dark we have to go home" I told her.
"You go home with Y/N, I'll catch up" She shoos me away.
"What! no! I can't leave a child here" I argue.
"please Miles?" she stares at me.
"Fine" I roll my eyes, "Lets go Y/N".
"Bye Flora!" she waves to her.
..........
"Can we explore the estate for a moment?" she asks me as I hop on Samson.
"Why? and its getting dark" Isn't she afraid of what lurks from within?
"Please, I tend to forget the lay out of the estate" she fiddles with her hands. What the heck is wrong with her, awhile ago she was all strong and mighty now she looks a little girl who got lost in a theme park! I thought
"Fine, fine" I roll my eyes.
We explored the estate for a while and then we entered the maze. "Do we really need to explore this? you already memorize the route!" I complained.
"It's just I'm too bored in the mansion, so why not explore with you?" I blush at her sentence, Was that just me? or did I just hear it wrong.
We made turns and turns around the maze with Samson when-
"Miles come back!" Kate chases us.
"The heck does she want?" I mumble. "I.. think she wants a RACE!" Y/N exclaims.
"Eh? A race? well if that's what she wants, she'll get it" I smirk as I increase Samson's speed.
"Miles! Y/N!" She screams.
"My telepathic power thinks she wants us to speed up more!" Y/N glances to me.
"Sure then" I nod, I increase the horse's speed, suddenly I felt Y/N hugging my waist.
"That was too sudden you dingus!" she yells. I was a blushing mess that's why I didn't answer her.
I took a sharp turn and lost her for a second but she came right back just on the other side of the hedges.
"Miles! stop right now!" she yells.
"This is kinda fun with you hahaha" Y/N laughs. Hah, she sounds so angelic- I-I mean she sound so ugly!.
We both looked at Kate and all of a sudden her face contorted into a scared one.
Kate's Pov
"Miles! stop right now!" I yell at them, why aren't they stopping?
I suddenly saw the both of them laugh. And for a split second their faces warped into Quint and Ms. Jessel's faces.
I saw Flora in front of me and I stopped the horse, then everything went blank.
Miles' Pov
We were both laughing when Kate's face contorted into a scared one, we both stopped our laughs and looked at each other.
"The heck did she see?" she asks.
"I don't know but it definitely scared her" I chuckle.
"That's just plain rude to laugh at her like that" she slaps my shoulder and rolls her eyes.
"Hey! its fun for me!" then we looked over to Kate who suddenly stopped her horse and fell down.
We approach her and knelt beside her.
"Is she gonna be okay?" I ask Y/N.
"Of course its just minor, concussion" He checks her heartbeat.
"We just have to take her home"
{After all the commotion}
Me and Y/N sat on the couch; EXHAUSTED, First, we put Kate on the horse and the both of us had to walk coming home. Secondly, The walk home was so far that our feets started to ache.
"I'm so tired" she cracks her fingers.
"I could say the same" I reply as I yawn.
"Where did you two kids go that Kate fainted?" Mrs. Grose asks us.
"We-"
"We went to the maze then Kate chased us, I don't even know why, then she fell of the horse and fainted." She cut me off.
"You kids need to be careful ok?" She reminds us then heads to the kitchen.
"I'm going" she stands up "good night" Y/N waves, not looking back
"Good night"
A/N: Part 6 coming soon!
#miles fairchild x reader#stranger things 4#finn wolfhard#max mayfield#miles fairchild#finn wolfhard x reader#enemies to lovers#flora fairchild#stranger things season 4#st4#stranger things x reader#mike wheeler x reader
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Rose and Aspen are my original ocs (not part of any fandom). They're neighbors, best friends, and basically brothers. They've known each other their whole lives, so they're extremely close, and Aspen is very protective of Rose. Rose is adventurous and loves meeting new people, while Aspen is a lot more reserved and subdued around strangers (especially adults). Despite the trouble they often get into, they're both good kids.
They're also my favorite ocs EVER so please don't hesitate to share any questions or comments you have! 🩷
❤️ Rose's character profile ❤️
full name: Rose Kean
nickname: Rosie (by close friends only)
age: 10
birthday: December 24th
gender: demiboy
pronouns: he/him and they/them
orientation: bi
race: white (Irish descent)
traits: sweet, friendly, talkative, curious, energetic, boastful, reckless, immature
likes: strawberry shortcake, cats, bugs, plushies, cute clothes, flowers/gardening, riding his bike, drawing
dislikes: bitter food, scary movies, scraping his knees, being ignored
🧡 Aspen's character profile 🧡
full name: Aspen Marquez
age: 14
birthday: June 12th
gender: trans boy
pronouns: he/him
orientation: gay
race: Latino (Mexican descent)
traits: kind, caring, polite, honest, anxious, introverted
likes: sunflower seeds, peanut butter cookies, birds, fish, cooking/baking, skateboarding, hiking, playing guitar
dislikes: sour food, thunderstorms, bad grades, arrogant people
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[Image ID: A MOGAI flag with nine equal horizontal stripes. From top to bottom, the colors in order are: black, dark red-magenta, red-magenta, dusty pink, light dusty pink, dusty pink, red-magenta, dark red-magenta, black. /End ID]
Desamerz -
[PT: Desamerz -]
A gender related to heartbreak, toxic relationships, wilted roses, rain on wedding days, fallen angels, dark stormy winters, the betrayal of a lover or friend, and a sense of longing for what could’ve been!
[Image ID: A MOGAI flag with nine equal horizontal stripes. From top to bottom, the colors in order are: green, dark pink-red, pink-red, pink, light pink, pink, pink-red, dark pink-red. /End ID]
Coraherz -
[PT: Coraherz -]
A gender related to healthy breakups, meeting the right one at the wrong time, blooming roses, lasting friendships, bright snowy winters, platonically celebrating Valentine’s Day, loyal friends, and a sense of comfort in fond memories! This also may be related to the line “Just know any love I gave you's forever yours to keep” from the song “I Wish you Roses” by Kali Uchis!
Tagging: @radiomogai
[Banner ID: A pastel yellow banner with a sunflower on either side. In brown text with a white outline, it says "- Please let me know if this has been coined before! -" /End ID.]
[DNI transcript: "-DNI- Basic criteria, anti-mogai, proshippers, ableists, aphobes, racists, zoophiles, rpf shippers, fandom discourse, under 13, transid/transx". /End transcript.]
#☕️ flags 🍯#Desamerz#Coraherz#theme: love#theme: music#theme: heartbreak#theme: flowers#gender#xenogenders#xenogender#xenogender coining#xenogender community#liom identity#liom coining#liom#liom safe#liom term#liom gender#mogai label#mogai#mogai coining#pro mogai#mogai flag#mogai safe#mogai identity#mogai term#mogai gender
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3rd life support group
"I can't come, I have a meeting." Scott said as he took off his cape. the WRA looked at him like kicked puppies. "Guys, i'll be back later this is important to me." Scott said crossing his arms. "More important than us?" Sausage swooned. "yes this is a once a month meeting that I have to go to or they'll hunt me down." Scott said smirking with a shake of his head. "Who are you meeting with?" Pearl asked as she snooped through his chests. "theee... wood elves." Scott said after trailing off. "The wood elves?" Gem said, suspiciously. "Mhm, so shoo." Scott said waving his hand at them.
the Wither Rose Alliance stood outside of the great hall of Rivendell. "so are we going to follow him?" Fwhip said leaning against one of the pillars. "Obviously!" Sausage said. "yeah he's hiding something." Gem agreed. "hooray operation spy on Scott!" Pearl cheered.
five minutes later Scott left the Hall looking far different from the reserved king of Rivendell they knew. he was sporting a well worn fur-lined denim jacket covered in pins and a couple splats of paint. he was wearing dark brown linen pants, his ears were studded with tiny golden earrings, and his hair was pulled back in a half up half down style. his antlers were covered in poppies. and the weirdest thing was he was properly smiling. not his sarcastic smirk but a happy smile.
he walked into the woods and relaxed as he left his empire. soon they followed him to a clearing with a merrily cracking fire in the middle of it. but what really grabbed the WRA's attention were the two other men sat by the fire. Gem had to lunge at Fwhip and put a hand over his mouth before his overly loud gasp could be heard, because sitting by the fire was The Codfather without his codhead, in a much more civilian tunic and pants and The Mezealan king in a white undershirt and well loved leather vest, there was a very happy wolf at his feet accepting loving belly rubs. They both had no visible weapons
Pearl had to lunge at sausage before his gasp gave them away when Scott bent down and kissed the Codfather. "Hey Sunflower." "Ewwwwww." Joel said feigning gagging. "You are literally married." Scott said Flatly. Joel, the obvious height of maturity stuck his tongue out at the elf. "You are also 'Literally Married' " Joel said with intense air quotes. Jimmy just laughed. the WRA looked at each other in shock. had Scott double crossed them?
"not legally!" Jimmy argued with a wave of his finger. "blah blah you both know you're basically married in all eyes except the law. Grian and Scar sent you guys a wedding gift last month." Joel said. "that was your fault and you know it." Jimmy said. "listen all i asked Gem to do was to deliver a letter to Scar I didn't know he would tell Grian." Joel defended himself. the whole WRA looked at Gem who was not making eye contact.
"anything happening with you guys?" Jimmy asked, laying in the grass. "I miss my cabin." Joel said quietly. "I miss all my wolves. Shrub nearly caught me having a breakdown in her forest." Joel said shaking his head. "well you could ask her to camp in the forest?" Scott reasoned. "i think she knows i'm a king." Joel huffed. "it'd be weird if a king was camping in her forest." Joel muttered. the WRA sat dumbstruck, this was seemingly very personal information.
only the trio who were hiding in the bushes saw Joel sneaking up on Scott with a stick. and when he wacked the other over the head they expected their friend to blow up at the other king but he didn't just stare at Joel. before suddenly Scott lunged forward a stick also clutched in his hands.
they mock fought around the fire as The Codfather egged on his partner. "Get 'im Petal!" he cheered. "this is for our wall!" Scott crowed victoriously as he beat Joel over the head with the stick. "Well i'm sorry it couldn't hold up to light arson! it was just encouragement to build a stone wall!" Joel said holding up his hands against the on-slot. Scott began to chuckle darkly. and then quick as a whip threw the stick for the wolf. "Fear the cottagecore gay." Scott whispered.
"food's done!" Jimmy announced deftly moving the pieces of meat from the coals of the fire onto small wooden plates. "Thank you." Scott said leaning against the Codfolk and kissing him on the cheek. "Your welcome." the Codfather said leaning into the other's touch. "Give me the food Jimmy, i don't come here to watch you two be lovey dovey." Joel grouched. "If you want war you should come to our game nights we played Uno last time." Jimmy said with a chuckle. "Okay you were quite obviously cheating! you can't stack +2's!" Scott said pouting. "No." Jimmy said rolling his eyes. "No yes you can do that or yes no you admit to cheating?" Jimmy just blinked at Scott twice. The elf groaned and rolled his eyes.
as the sun passed noon Scott got to his feet. "See you tomorrow Sunflower." Scott said kissing the Codfather. "you got it Petal, good luck with building the village." Codfather said jumping to his feet. "Obviously." Scott said with a laugh. and with a swish Scott started walking back towards Rivendell. Joel and Jimmy began to clean up around the camp. They were talking too quiet for the WRA to hear but there were a few waving hands. "I am a king I can legally marry you two! you just need to bring paper work I can even bring rings! we have plenty of gold in the Mesa" Joel said. "alright fine- I was planning on proposing tomorrow night you can marry us at the next support group meeting if he says yes." Jimmy said blushing a furious red. "HA! Grian owes me 15 diamonds!" Joel yelled and punched Jimmy's shoulder. "yeah yeah." Jimmy rolled his eyes. eventually the two went their separate ways and their spies popped out of the bushes.
The WRA exchanged glances before breaking out into loud conversation. Sausage was the loudest out of all of them.
"Holy bleep."
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Part 9 8 (sorry, I can't count) - Finally meeting mama (who is basically lifted from AU ACOSF because everybody loved her)
‘I’m so nervous. I think I might vomit.’
Nesta had packed her belongings. Unpacked. Re-packed. Tipped it all out again. Panicked. Threw herself face first onto the bed and refused to move with all of her clothes strewn around the bed. Then Azriel had flopped down beside her and rested his head on her shoulder blades until they’d both fallen asleep.
Eventually, she had managed to pack once more, choosing simple dresses that she was comfortable in rather than the ones she had originally packed. They were pretty, dainty things to impress that Elain might wear. She looked lovely in them, but they weren’t her. They’d had her tugging at the sleeves and smoothing the flowing skirts when she had tried them on. Nesta had to be herself, no matter how jagged and thorny that was. Nesta had given herself a stern talking to in the mirror of the bathroom that Azriel was with her for who she was.
In Velaris that morning, she had found a florist that kept flowers alive in the winter through her magic and selected a large bouquet of flowers for Azriel’s mother. The florist had bundled them with hessian. It was the first time in a long time that Nesta wished Elain was there. Nesta could recognise the flowers from listening to her sister prattle on about flowers: sunflowers interspersed with red roses and bunches of white asters. The whole collection was pretty and colourful, a welcome sight in winter. However, Nesta worried that the flowers might have a hidden meaning as some flowers did – what if these were flowers for mourning in Illyria?
She’d even found a baker’s and purchased a tray of sticky pastries despite Azriel proclaiming it was unnecessary, that his mother would simply be happy with their arrival. Then she panicked whether his mother might think Nesta didn’t trust her cooking or was flaunting her money.
Never before had Nesta fretted so much over such tiny details. Everything had to be perfect – she had to be perfect.
They stood in the living room, readying themselves to winnow to Illyria. Azriel did not understand mortal customs; did not know that bringing a female to meet his mother had Nesta’s heart pounding so painfully she thought it was cracking her ribs. A male’s mother was always considered a formidable opponent. If Nesta was not worthy of her son, there would be no going back. Her own mother and grandmother had trained her meticulously for this moment. There wasn’t a lord or duke in the mortal lands that Nesta hadn’t learnt the name of; she’d studied family crests, lineage, histories. And none of it mattered here. All of the lessons that she had undertaken in mathematics, literature and music had all been wasted.
Azriel did not sweep away her worries or tell her they had no foundation. It wouldn’t have helped. He’d said plenty of times that his mother would like her, but those feelings still had taken root. They’d burrowed down deep, anchoring her with doubts. Nobody had ever taken to Nesta. Nobody would ever want her to be the female their son brought home.
‘In ten minutes, you will be wondering why you ever let yourself worry over this.’ Azriel pressed a kiss to her brow, holding her face between his warm hands. ‘She will love you as I love you.’
Whether he meant to say it or not, Nesta didn’t know.
They were suddenly sucked away by shadows, pulling them through the coldest spots of darkness.
Colour was in his tan cheeks when they emerged from a sphere of swirling, sable shadows.
A pretty house of cream stone had been built in the foothills of a tall mountain range. Their peaks were capped with snow and the heavy clouds swirling about them suggested another snowfall was likely.
Around the front doors was a lattice with vines snaking through it. Nesta recognised it as honeysuckle that would bloom in the warmer months. The thatched roof was stuffed like a swollen pillow and Nesta was glad to see smoke billowing from the chimney. The air was much colder here, likely from the mountains or they were far more to the north than she had been before. Perhaps both.
At her shiver, Azriel led them on through the winding path flanked by bare trees and bushes that would come alive in fairer weather. Nesta clutched the bouquet of flowers to her body as if it were a shield. The arm that stayed around her shoulders was sturdy, a comforting weight to stop her worries from tugging her into despair.
‘Az?’
A voice called out to them as they removed their snowy shoes on the covered porch. Azriel had bent down and taken off Nesta’s for her. She was too nervous to manage it otherwise. Her hands trembled causing a couple of petals to drift to the wooden floor.
They heard the shuffle of steps across the floorboards. Nesta spied slippers then managed to raise her head. A female turned the corner, eyes widening in surprise when she realised that her son had brought a guest home.
She was as tall as Nesta. Glossy, black hair had been drawn into a braid that fell to her waist. Her black dress was rolled up at the sleeves and a flour-dusted apron had been tied around her narrow waist. Unlike Azriel, her eyes were a honey brown that seemed to shine as she smiled. And she was far younger than Nesta was expecting.
‘You must have smelt that I’d started dinner,’ she said.
‘This is Nesta,’ Azriel said, giving her a small, encouraging push into the hallway. ‘My mother, Rovena.’
‘It’s a pleasure to meet you,’ Nesta replied. Her body was rigid. She didn’t know what to do with her hands as they clutched the bouquet. The attempt at a smile was likely more of a grimace.
His mother smiled again, the warmth running over Nesta like the first day of spring after a long winter. Gently, she moved the bouquet to the side to bring Nesta into an embrace. It was not a hurried thing. A hand splayed out across Nesta’s back, rubbing in a circle then Rovena stepped back slightly to examine Nesta’s face. For once, she did not feel scrutinised or the need to build a defence. His mother had seen who she was and that was enough.
There was no difference in the way she embraced her son either. She swept him into the same tight hug, rubbing his back above his wings. Goodness seemed to seep from her, gentle and comforting.
‘I’m so glad you’re both here,’ she said finally, appraising them once more as if they hadn't just turned up unannounced.
Azriel moved slightly to put an arm around Nesta. His mother watched, her smile growing brighter.
‘Oh! Sorry,’ Nesta spluttered. ‘These are for you. And these.’
Rovena accepted the flowers with a shocked expression - then a pleased one at the box of pastries. ‘You didn’t need to do this.’
‘I told her that about six times,’ Azriel said, grinning slightly.
It almost felt sinful to be sharing a bed in his mother’s house, but Azriel had snorted when Nesta had voiced her concerns. He was half a millennium old, she supposed. She hadn’t worked up the courage to tell him that in the mortal lands, they ought to be married to be behaving this way. However, being the first – and only – female that he had ever introduced to his mother made Nesta’s heart flutter. Every time she recalled that fact, butterflies tickled her stomach.
The bedroom was tidy with few of his belongings within. The walls had been painted a cornflower blue with a thick, sheepskin rug near the empty hearth. Azriel admitted that he only ever stayed at Rosehall around Solstice, but did visit during the year.
His admission about his father had lingered in Nesta’s mind. His mother had a scar running from her forehead across her eyebrow and then her cheek, narrowly missing her eye. Her wings had been mottled with scars. She wondered if he had inflicted them. If she hadn't known, Nesta would never have put her as Azriel’s mother; she seemed closer to a sister in age.
‘How old is she?’
He stilled from unpacking their belongings in the oak wardrobe for a moment. Nesta knew little about her; only that she had been a seamstress and once known Rhysand’s mother. Feyre had said once that he was the bastard child of a camp lord. From his own words, she knew that Azriel had only ever had mere minutes with his mother each week before being cast out to Windhaven, unable to fly.
‘She was seventeen when she had me,’ he said, voice low.
Rovena had remained in the kitchen, kneading bread for dinner, chirping happily that her son and Nesta were staying to a fat, grey cat that sat on the windowsill while they had settled themselves in upstairs.
‘Not by choice.’
There was nothing Nesta could say to soothe that hurt. Life for females was difficult – all females. Azriel had not had a choice in his conception either. And he couldn’t be blamed for it.
She clutched his hand, squeezing it once. Again, she repeated, ‘You are not your father.’
He shook the thought away. ‘Are you settled now? If you’re not comfortable, we can leave.’
There was not a chance that Nesta was leaving now. She’d climbed to the peak of her worries so could finally enjoy the view from the top. They were at their beginning – her and Azriel. There was no turning back now.
Their dinner was enjoyable. As Azriel had predicted, Nesta did not know why she worried. The flowers had been put into a vase in the centre of the table, but they clustered at one end together eating with an informality that she adored. Her male's manners had shined; Azriel tucked both her and his mother into the table, serving them before himself. There was already an ease amongst the three of them as if Rovena’s presence settled them both.
The home was a home. Nesta couldn’t explain it any other way. Objects hadn’t been put away – there was a basket of wool at the other end of the table with knitting needles poking from it, dishes from cooking were in the sink. A candle had dribbled wax down its metal holder on the shelf behind them. Two more cats had arrived, swirling beneath the table to rub against their legs as if they were Azriel’s shadows.
Rovena spoke gently, her voice never loud, sharing stories of Azriel and of Illyria that made them laugh then she asked Nesta about her life or her son about his. If Rovena knew who Nesta was – the high lady’s sister and Cauldron Made – she never brought up the topic. The conversation swirled easily and time dribbled away. Even Azriel had loosened. The tension that his body seemed to carry melted away in his mother’s presence. Each time that her brown eyes flickered to her son, Nesta didn’t see the revulsion or wariness that Azriel had prepared her for; no, Rovena looked at her son with pride and love and joy. If only he could see it. He seemed unable to look at his mother for more than a few moments before he turned his face away or a shadow came up to obscure him.
Only once they broke into the box of sweet pastries over a cup of tea for dessert, did she mention their relationship. Rovena clasped her hands together, resting her chin on top.
‘Well, you made me wait five hundred years before you brought a female to meet your mother – but Nesta was worth the wait.’
Azriel tucked himself close to Nesta at the table, kissing her on the lips in front of his mother so that Nesta’s cheeks reddened with shock at his boldness.
'She was.’
‘May you have a lifetime of happiness.’
There were baskets hanging from the ceiling near the window where reedy plants hung out of like a sailor in a hammock. Row upon row of spices were gathered in glass jars by the stove. One of the cats, a wiry ginger thing had sprawled out across the slanted rug by the fire. It was a home that Nesta had never known. Not extravagant, not sterile, but filled with warmth and love. She wasn’t sure if she’d want to leave by the end of it.
***
The two females had bundled up beside each other on the couch. Azriel had been forgotten. He remained at the kitchen table, catching up on reports from spies posted around the Continent, combing through every detail like searching grains of sand for any whisper of Koschei or Briallyn. He’d become militant with this mission. Any threat to Nesta needed to be eliminated swiftly before it could grow.
Occasionally, he rocked back in his chair to peer into the living room. His mother had lifted Nesta’s feet up and tucked them on the couch with a blanket so she felt more at home and they sat close to each other talking quietly. Elta had already made a home on Nesta’s lap; the black cat had curled its tail beneath its chin and was likely purring as Nesta’s hands moved across her fur. Whatever topic his mother had engrossed them in, Nesta looked entirely at ease. That rare smile had made an appearance, crinkling the corner of her eyes, at whatever his mother had said.
Tonight, they could still have their bliss. Their little piece of paradise would be safe for one more night then all hell would break loose tomorrow.
Azriel had already set the pieces into position. Cassian would meet him on the outskirts of Windhaven, far away from any civilians in the morning. He’d agreed to a meeting there, naively not even asking why Azriel would summon him. Likely because this would never have crossed his mind. That for months, Azriel had been bedding Nesta, falling more in love with her each day.
He’d asked the same of Rhys, asking him to arrive earlier so that he could inform him to stay well away but be ready to spring into action the moment the truth hit.
Azriel wasn’t sure what Cassian would do. But he had to tell him one on one, away from everybody else. He owed it to him. Not that Nesta was his or anything to do with him. In his heart, Azriel knew Rhys would need to be near for whatever eruption came from either of them. Rhys would need to intervene. If anything was said about Nesta, Azriel’s restraint would snap. And with Rhys’ power, he’d be able to pass on the warning to Feyre and Mor.
There were two advantages at least: the first was that Cassian couldn’t winnow so he’d only be able to leave Windhaven by foot or by wings; the second was that Nesta was in Rosehall, safe. There was no place safer.
He spent that night with Nesta curled up in his arms running through every possible outcome. The best would be for his brother to clap him on the back and say he was happy for them; that didn’t seem likely. A brawl would happen. What Cassian and Nesta had shared during the war seemed to give his brother a belief that there was a future for them. Maybe there had been once. Maybe if he’d been better to her, made her a priority or wanted to know Nesta rather than trying to change her into the female he wanted her to be. Cassian would see it as a betrayal. His brother felt too much, wore it too openly. Azriel just hoped he was strong enough to weather his brother’s hurt.
Nesta groaned softly, fighting her eyes open in the dark room. ‘You’re not sleeping.’
‘Sorry.’
She burrowed into him, hands reaching around his body. ‘Did you mean what you said in my home?’
Yes. And he wished he hadn’t panicked and winnowed them to his mother’s front door without another word. Her eyes had widened at his admission. Her mouth had fallen open. Those words had never passed his lips before. To anybody. Then again, no female had ever been introduced to his mother or seen the ruin that was inside of him and not fled.
‘I only tell you the truth.’
‘In that we’re equals,’ she said pressing a kiss to his scarred hand.
The dawn brought churning, grey clouds and flurries of hail that lashed the skin. Nesta had been unable to eat a bite of the food his mother had made at breakfast, her face as bleached of colour as the landscape. Azriel hadn’t eaten either.
He’d took his mother by the elbow to the living room, speaking in rapid Illyrian about what he was going to do even if he hated to speak his native tongue. The story of the Cauldron-Cursed Archeron and the Lord of Bloodshed facing death at the hands of the King had gained wings even in Illyria. Of course, she had known who Nesta Archeron was and had been subtle enough not to act surprised that she had arrived as his girl rather than Cassian’s.
‘A rift has already grown between us. Today, I fear it will become an abyss.’
His mother had stroked a hand down his face, pursing her lips. ‘Remember what you have to gain, not what you could lose. I’ve never seen you so content. Happy. My boy.’ She kissed his cheek. ‘I’ll keep Nesta occupied today.’
Nesta had tried to talk him out of it, begged him not to go and they could remain as a secret a little longer. He was tired of hiding her, tired of keeping secrets from his family. He was being torn in two over it. If they loved him then they would be happy for them just as his mother was.
Obliging Nesta, Azriel took no weapons, not even Truth-Teller. He wasn’t going there to fight. But if it came to it, he would.
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Soooooooo, now that we're friends. I no longer find it necessary to apologize for stuff like this hehehehe
what song makes you feel better?
what’s your feel-good movie?
what’s your favorite candle scent?
what flower would you like to be given?
who do you feel most you around?
say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).
what color brings you peace?
tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good.
what calms you down?
what’s something you’re excited for?
what’s your ideal date?
how are you?
what’s your comfort food?
favorite feel-good show?
for every emoji you get, tag someone and describe them in one word.
compliment the person who sent you this number.
fairy lights or LED lights?
do you still love stuffed animals?
most important thing in your life?
what do you want most in the world right now?
if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?
what would you say to your future self?
favorite piece of clothing?
what’s something you do to de-stress?
what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)
what movie would you want to live in?
which character would you want to be?
hugs or hand-holding?
morning, afternoon or night?
what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?
Have fun <3333
Peace Train, by Yusuf/Cat Stephens (the 10,000 maniacs version is also really good). Also, somewhat paradoxically, Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths.
Emma (2020) or the BBC Pride and Prejudice series (1995)
LOVE autumn scents like cinnamon and chai, but also love musky and woody scents. idk, depends. I also love petrichor candles.
Tulips. I LOVE tulips. Lilies and sunflowers as well. Oh, and white and orange roses
My close family and my wonderful, lovely friends <3. I love you allll <33 xx
physical: i like my hair and my freckles, and i also appreciate the things that my body is capable of doing :) non-physical: The things i really love about myself are my curiosity, my love for learning and reading, and my capacity to explore new realms of art and create something.
I love woody colors, whenever I see them I feel really calm. I also love dark marine blues and greens. Sunshine yellows and oranges make me feel really happy.
@runglorn, @legz2heaven, @riples-on-a-blank-shore, @this-wandering-wind, @kaleb-is-definitely-sane, and all the rest of ye mutuals :) tragically, a lot of my in-person friends aren't on tumblr. BUT I LOVE YOU ALL <3
reading, or looking at the rain
travelling to europe in the next few weeks!!!
for someone i've known for a while, I think i'd love an art date, a museum date, a bookstore date, basically anything where we both get to talk about things that we care about and have fun (and be cute :)) :). For a first date with someone I don't know that well, I prefer to have something also like a used bookstore date or just some setting where I get to talk with that person and find out more about them. Basically, in both situations, conversation is crucial. :)
I am actually doing really well right now. I'm in a very positive space at the moment, and I've been enjoying a lot of creative projects and reading. :)
stir-fried umami mushrooms with ramen/ravioli, sliced avocado, and tofu
100% good omens s1 or pride and prejudice (1995)--does that last one even count? it's a miniseries lmao
i'm going to do five emojis for the five people i tagged earlier. @runglorn: i associate you with the emoji 🕷️. you know why. @legz2heaven: i feel like cheese fits your vibe: 🧀<3 (yes, a lot of thought went into that :)) @riples-on-a-blank-shore: i feel like 🤗the hug emoji really fits. you've been so supportive over the last year and i really appreciate that :) @this-wandering-wind 🍄I love your outfits and i feel like the cottagecore/cute mushroom really works well :) @kaleb-is-definitely-sane I associate you with a love for books and other media. Here's a lovely little hardcover of your fav novel :) 📔love you all <3
I always enjoy having conversations with you about philosophy or life or books or media! You're awesome, and your blog is really cool!
fairy lights 100%
ish. i have a lot of stuffed animals that my grandma crocheted for me when i was really little. and recently, i've started crocheting my own. so yes, ig? lol
connections with people and books and art. i can't just choose one!! help lol
to know that everything will be ok. less seriously, i would give anything for some marzipan covered in chocolate rn
you'll get to a place where you feel comfortable and loved in your friend group and don't constantly think that everyone despises you. lol that was a seriously concern for a few years way back when :)
please, please, buy a cottage in the woods :)
sweaters that people have given/made for me. also, carpenter jeans. love them.
walk in the rain, read, just sit and stare at a blank wall lol
my best friend embroidered a gorgeous anne of green gables reading pillow for me a few years back. i love that pillow so much. thank you, bestie <3
ugh that's tough. I would love to live in the recent film "perfect days". But, if i could retain my basic human rights, i'd love to live an the emma (2020) adaptation. :)
When i was really little, I wanted to be anne shirley with everything in my soul. I think now, I would really love to be mirabel in the starless sea. If we ignored political and social issues, I would love to be a jane austen character, but similar to the issue with anne shirley, i just love having rights that little bit too much 😉
both? 🥺idk, a good hug can heal a lot of things. but i do love hand-holding too, especially when it's cold out.
morning for productivity and happiness, night for poetic value.
there are certain smells that remind me of home--a mix of vanilla and something i can never place. a lot of music by Eternal Eclipse makes me feel a longing for a long-forgotten sanctuary. there are certain comfort foods (generally soups) that have the same effect. certainly a lot of art can do that, as well as writing/poetry. I couldn't possibly list it all :)
thanks so much, @kaleb-is-definitely-sane for sending this to me. I will no longer apologize for sending you absurdly long asks anymore either 😉<3
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