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In My Garden, Early April
It is spring in my garden. The winter broccoli and cauliflower departed long ago. Spinach, chard, kale and lettuce thrive as the days lengthen and intermittent rains continue. Direct seeded Rosaine lettuce takes off.
The carrots and beets are selectively harvested as the roots enlarge. The sweet peas climb to the top of the trellis and spill over their bountiful blooms.
Space in the garden opens and the warm season garden plan emerges. The Dwarf Rosella Purple and Black Cherry tomatoes moved up from six-packs to quarts last week. The containers of Yukon Gem potatoes send bushy growth higher. In a few weeks the soil will be warm enough to plant beans for drying and Emerite green beans.
A thicket of celery thriving in the cool, rainy conditions. Blue flax and dill will attract pollinators.
And the promise of apricot blossoms.
#spring garden#artichokes#lettuce#Rosaine lettuce#Black Magic kale#Bright Lights chard#carrots#bi-color sweet peas#Yukon Gem potaoes#Tango celery#blue flax#dill#apricot blossoms
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The prompt theme for April 2024 is April Flowers!
Grab your garden gloves, dig out your vases, and check out a book on Victorian flower language! (And click the list image for higher quaility while you're at it.)
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1 Daffodils
Yellow and/or white
Associated with springtime and good luck,
white ones also associated with death
2 Roses
Wide range of colours, including red, white, pink, yellow, orange, and combinations thereof
Associated with various forms of love, romance, respect, apology, and congratulations
3 Wisteria
Usually purple or blue, sometimes pink or white
Associated with longevity and fortune
4 Bird of Paradise
Orange or white
Associated with freedom, faithfulness, and regality
5 Cherry Blossoms
Pinks and/or white
Also known by their Japanese name “sakura”
Associated with springtime, love, femininity, and mindfulness
6 Sunflowers
Usually yellow, sometimes with orange or red
Associated with the sun, longevity, loyalty, vigor and vitality
7 Bleeding Hearts
Pink or red with white, or white
Associated with love, heartbreak, and compassion
8 Hydrangeas
Range from blue through purple to pink, white, or green
Associated with gratitude, unity, regality, good fortune, and love (particularly for pink blooms)
9 Gardenias
White or cream
Associated with trust, hope, peace, secret love, and the Greek god of dreams, Morpheus
10 Poppies
Red or orange, or less often yellow, pink, white, or black
Associated with sleep and death, peace (white), prosperity (yellow), oblivion and loss (black), remembrance of WWI (red)
11 Lilacs
Purples, blue, or white
Associated with lost love, new love, reflection, and tranquility
12 Coreopsis
Colour range from yellow to deep red, often bi-coloured
Associated with cheerfulness, gratitude, friendship, and happiness
13 Allium
Most often purple or white; also burgundy, yellow, and orange
Recognizable as garlic flowers
Associated with patience, unity, courage, and protection (such as against vampires)
14 Bluebells
A range of blues and purples, occasionally pink
Associated with everlasting love, faeries, enchantment, and gratitude
15 Honeysuckle
Yellow, white, pink, or red
Associated with love, trust, playfulness, and respect
16 Geraniums
Red, pink, or white
Associated with affection, passion, clandestine meetings, purity (white), and foolishness
17 Morning Glory
Blues and purples, pink, red, white, or yellow
Associated with young love, unrequited love, renewal
18 Sweet Pea
Extremely wide range of colours including pink, cream, red, purple, and blue, but not yellow
Associated with farewells, brides, playfulness, and romance (especially red blooms)
19 Buttercups
Yellow
Associated with youth, playfulness, and happiness
20 Passion Flowers
White with purple or blue
Associated with strength, hope, care, and the crucifixion of Jesus
21 Hollyhocks
Pink, white, red, yellow, or purple
Associated with prosperity, privacy, ambition, abundance, congratulations, and encouragement
22 Echinacea
Most often purple; also red, pink, orange, yellow, or white
Associated with health, healing, wellness, happiness, and elegance
23 Lotuses
Wide range of colors including pinks, purples, red, orange, yellow, blue, white, and black
Associated with beauty, purity, spirituality and spiritual enlightenment, love (red), tranquility (blue), authority and power (black), and gentleness (pink)
24 Black-Eyed Susans
Yellow or orange with a dark brown/black center
Associated with friendship, optimism, resilience, and support
25 Hibiscus
Wide range of colours and colour combinations, often including red, pink, yellow, and/or white
Associated with Hawaii and other tropical areas, prosperity, womanhood and (feminine) sexuality, friendship, and love
26 Lavender
Most often purples and blues, sometimes cream or pink
Associated with calmness, tranqility, devotion, sleep and dreams, clarity of mind, and France
27 Wallflowers
Wide range of colours including orange, yellow, red, pink, and purple, multiple colours of bloom may appear on one plant
Associated with faithfulness between lovers, friendship, being overlooked, and shyness
28 Larkspur
Purple, pink, blue, or white
Associated with protection, dedication, first love, ambition, and respectability
29 Jasmine
White or yellow
Associated with purity, respect, sensuality, motherhood, devotion, and beauty
30 Dahlias
Pink, white, purple, blue, red, and “black” (very dark red)
Associated with grace, strength, resilience, commitment, femininity (pink), change (blue), and betrayal (black)
#the prompt foundry#april flowers 2024#prompt list#writing prompt#writing challenge#art prompt#art challenge#flowers#floral
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☕ uzi and hyde | any muse you want :)!
@cardedsoul
Send me “ ☕ “ for my muse to drink tea uniquely flavored after your muse, and I’ll tell you what my muse tastes || No Longer Accepting
A black cherry and lemon tea with a sweet, alcoholic aftertaste. Wait no, that's not an aftertaste. That's just the actual, strong alcohol it's spiked with. Addictive and tastes better than it looks, obviously.
He's never had alcohol before and after how this game has gone, he just assumes the burning in his throat is yet another poison. Instead he just ends up feeling... hazy. Kinda of zoning out at the moment.
Hope's taking the tea no problem, even enjoying it. Even chuckling at Teal's reaction and sliding him a water. "Heh, finally something strong enough to affect our kind, heh~"
A berry tea iced tea with butterfly pea flowers and a couple lemon slices. Adding the lemon adds a kick and turns the violet-colored drink pink and gives the sweet and sour-tasting drink even more of a kick. Though not as much as the previous, there's definitely a little bis of alcohol in there as well.
Again taken like a champ and even earns a small hum. "Well this is definitely a fun way to finish this game off~"
She's keeping a wing around Teal for now. Poor guy's been through a lot with this multi-day challenge and is going to need a proper sleep after it all.
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check out this very bisexual coded flower
It shifts through the colors of the bi flag and is also (like all sweet peas) poisonous. Goals.
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Some BWW worldbuilding and things from my never to be completed fic below (focusing on the humans). Longpost warning.
I cut down the original cast of 14 humans (12 stages plus the protags) to 7 with one protag and six levels. Revised cast was Leo, Jose, Cass, Emma, Lucy, Sana, and Yuri. (I did not plan on the cast being heavily weighted girls it just happened.)
Leo was the only "protagonist." The other six were stages.
If I'm remembering right, stage order went Jose, Cass, Yuri, Emma, Lucy, and Sana. I kept waffling around the placement of everybody but Jose and Yuri who were locked in at first and third respectively.
Motivations and backstories were slightly altered. Jose was pretty much as canon but with an addition that the storm tearing up his fields pretty much tanked his plans to help put his son through college so he wouldn't have to take out any student loans. Cass' was slightly altered in that she ended up in the Wonderworld after the death of one cat and would have returned to the real world in time to save a second (at the cost of landing herself in the hospital because she's a kid and the through logic was there but she was fine, just a broken arm and some bruises). Yuri had her canon issues plus additional shyness because trans. Sana's motivation is the same (bird conservation) but her end solution was to work with her neighbors and bring a joint front against it, resulting in nature preservation via social pressure. Emma's story was changed from people whispering about her to being socially isolated due to being upper class because lack of friends that didn't care about money. Lucy's was unchanged because artistic burnout with the expectations of others is real.
Tims played an altered role as more direct assistants in exploring the wonderworld. I even found my old notes on them!
Maisey - Jose’s Tim. A cheery yellow Tim with a feather tuft resembling a rooster’s comb. Very loud.
Berry-Bean - Cass’ Tim. A pink Tim with darker spots under her eyes like freckles. A total sweet-pea. Has cat ears.
Moss - Yuri’s Tim. A mossy green with darker markings, the ones on their back looking like somewhat splotchy butterfly wings. Has two little feather tufts like antennas.
Ganache - Emma’s Tim. Chocolate brown with darker brown spots and ‘sprinkles’ (feather patterns) on her head (purple, blue, and pink). Smells faintly of chocolate. (Ngl this one is my favorite design-wise)
Cirrina - Lucy’s Tim. A white Tim with spots like splotches of ink in pink, yellow, and blue.
Lark - Sana’s Tim. A purplish-blue Tim with spot markings like a pair of bird’s wings.
Leo's Tims were Bruiser (starting Tim, red), OJ (orange Tim obtained partway through), and Tip (a white Tim in a Balan hat obtained in the last stage that would open up the final zone/the Lance boss fight)
Everybody was queer because it's my fanfic I get to choose the everything
Leo - trans man. And also a furry (this is a primary character motivation as him bringing up being a furry was what caused his best friend to break off the friendship, causing him to become socially isolated and not trust people anymore with a side of 'if they don't like that I'm interested in this how would they react to finding out I'm trans?'). Never decided on anything else but probably aroace given how I tend to write my main characters
Jose - Asexual with an adopted kid, a good dad trying his best
Cass - A kid, likes cats, maybe coded neurodivergent? Never got that far
Yuri - trans gal with undecided everything else. Also probably ace (it's my fanfic I'll make as much of the cast ace as i want to lol)
Lucy - pan (based on the colors on her dress)
Sana - I think i went with lesbian? I don't remember. It's not in my note doc. It was either lesbian or bi (I feel like I planned for her to have some background romo flirting with Lucy but I don't remember)
Emma - slight fashion disaster lesbian
Emma and Leo look at each other and basically did the "did we just become best friends?" "yep" thing pretty easily
The entire fic's premise was Leo's arc of learning to trust people and be himself after losing the one friend he trusted on top of all his life stuff. (Life stuff being that he was a kid in foster care and was pretty much ignored. Not traumatized, just lonely and sad.)
Fic would end with Balan adopting Leo with the caveat that he still had to go to school and would have to move out on his own once he was old enough to do so (and he had to spend most of his time in the real world, but the theater is magical so he could visit all his new friends easily and was pretty much proxy adopted by Lucy, Sana, and Jose anyway)
For the characters that didn't make the cut:
Cal's whole "I lost a game of chess and am having an existential crisis about it" didn't feel very relatable, so he was the first one I dropped to not have to even consider writing 12 stages worth of content
Iben's entire deal was far too serious of a topic for me to want to handle, I don't think I could do something like that well
Attillio's entire arc is just "tell a girl you like her!" which has potential but isn't compelling enough to fill an entire stage's worth of content
Bruce's entire story is just kind of sad and has nothing to do with personal growth and is entirely dependent on the people around him learning to not be so crappy to him
Haoyu's story had potential but flying machines actually working was just a bit too out there for the mostly realistic tone of reality outside of the Wonderworld I was trying to build
Eis' arc would have been better as a "face your fears" NiGHTS type deal, rather than the more internal issues focused things for the rest of the cast. Fear of running into a burning building is totally normal and rational and an extra little push was all he seemed to have needed (easily my favorite story out of the ones I planned to not use)
Fiona needs actual therapy because that was a near death experience. The Wonderworld's stages are built for helping nudge people along to realizing the truth of their situation, extended therapy is something the maestros could totally do but they wouldn't involve Leo or anyone else in it
Also Emma's stage was going to be based on candy and sweets, sort of a Candyland gingerbread house (Madolches from yugioh) aesthetic kind of deal, hence why her Tim has little sprinkle markings
#unfinished bww fic things;#from the author;;#headcanons ahoy;#as you can see i put a LOT of work into this before i had to admit defeat on not knowing how to write stages to be compelling#without just ripping how i wrote my JoD fics and writing a nightopia plot six times in a row
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Eva
Ikelos had a bad day. And during played around with what the rest of us looked like to her. I used to find these pictures pointless and a waste of time but I'm beginning to understand the importance of representation and feeling like we're being seen. I never thought much on wanting to be seen, until recently. While I can't truly be seen as I see myself I decided to play along and make my own version of myself. I put it next to the versions of me from the others to see how they compared.
The top corner in the purple top is Hayli's representation of me. I do note the theme of me lacking a smile. The other top corner is how Zoe sees me. The bottom red dress is from Ikelos, and the final one with the pen is how I see myself.
A Little About Me
Name: Evangeline Rosalie
Nickname: Eva, Rosie, Ice Queen, She-Devil
Birthday: September 23
Age: Slider
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Pronouns: She/her
Eyes: Red, wears glasses
Hair: Medium to short length, thick, blonde
Body: Tall and fit
Features: Lower back flame tattoo, other piercings
-Faves-
Color: Red
Food: Nachos
Movie: Save the Last Dance & The Secretary
Show: Sons of Anarchy
Author: JD Robb
Drink: Sex on the Beach
Song: Desperado by Rihanna
Flower: Sweet Pea
Scent: Cinnamon
Likes: Being a mother, structure, and organization, martial arts, boxing, archery, jogging, softball, hiking, kickball, weight lifting, problem-solving, comedy movies, hip hop and r&b music, clean pressed clothing, motorcycles, classic cars, dancing, and being well early and prepared for things.
Dislikes: Getting too close to people, immaturity, looking or feeling disorganized, disappointing people, feeling trapped, sick days, confrontations, idle time with nothing to fill it, poor communication, sloppy work, lazy people, excuses, and the words “I’m sorry”.
Songs I Like
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Green Journey Seedlist 2023
The following varieties are now available freshly packed for 2023.
Amaranth, Love Lies Bleeding Amaranthus caudatus 200 seeds
Ashwagandha (Indian Ginseng) Withania somnifera 40 seeds
Astragalus, Chinese Astragalus membranaceus 25 seeds
Balloon Flower (Jie-geng) Platycodon grandiflorus 50 seeds
Beebalm, Wild purple Monarda fistulosa 40 seeds
California Poppy Eschscholzia californica 200 seeds
China Aster Mix Callistephus chinensis 50 seeds
Cockscomb, Red ‘Mano de Obispo’ Celosia cristata 40 seeds
Echinacea (Purple Coneflower) Echinacea purpurea 40 seeds
Holy Basil (Rama Tulsi) Ocimum sanctum 100 seeds
Mexican Sunflower Tithonia rotundifolia 30 seeds
Marigold, China Cat singles Tagetes patula 40 seeds
Morning Glory, Bush ‘Royal Ensign’ Convolvulus tricolor 15 seeds
Morning Glory, Kniola’s purple-black Ipomea purpurea 20 seeds
Nigella, red pod Nigella damascena 75 seeds
Painted Poppy Mix Papaver somniferum 300 seeds
Shirley Poppy Mix Papaver rhoeas 200 seeds
Strawflower Mix, Apricot Pastels Helichrysum bracteatum 75 seeds
Sunflower Mix, Amber Eye Helianthus annuus 50 seeds
Sweet Pea, Bi-colored fragrant Lathyrus odoratus 20 seeds
Tobacco, ‘Perique’ smoking Nicotiana tabacum 100 seeds
Toothache Plant Spilanthes oleracea 40 seeds
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BTS FIC RECS (PART 2)
Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope
Don't Get Charmed by shikiso
When an injured omega is found on their territory, Jungkook's instincts scream danger. He is the pack's omega, they don't need another one. Jungkook is doing a good enough job by himself, protecting the den and soothing the tension off everybody's shoulders.
Why is the pack so adamant on keeping that useless omega in ?
They have Jungkook, they don't need Hoseok.
Why can't they even see his little game ? Hoseok definitely knows how to play the scared and helpless omega. But, if he manages to trick everybody, he can't trick Jungkook. He is immune to his sweet scent and sweeter eyes.
He won't fall into his trap.
Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin
Omega Drip by sugamongoose
Park Jimin is the kind of alpha who makes you coffee and asks about your day before reducing his partner to a crying, writhing mess on his organic cotton sheets. He doesn't even seem to care one bit that Jungkook is a broken omega who doesn't get wet when he's supposed to.
“Are you busy right now, alpha?” Jungkook asks, holding his breath in anticipation.
He can already visualise getting on his knees for the smaller man, can imagine those soft-looking hands petting his hair in approval when he shows just how good his mouth is.
Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM
Every Kind of Way by Oh_Hey_Tae
And then he realizes, quite belatedly, that he’s not supposed to be shaking the hand of the barista. Because that’s weird. And uncalled for. And really, really weird.
So Jungkook draws back his arm, grips the straps of his backpack, and promptly flees the building without a word spoken. Which is fine. Sometimes you have to get out of awkward social situations and blacklist particular cafés and adjust your route to school to avoid said café and the barista with the heart shaped face and his sweet pea scented hands. It happens.
“Jungkook-ah, meet Kim Namjoon.”
And sometimes during your bi-weekly dinner one of your good friends introduces you to said barista with the terribly soft hands who also happens to be getting his masters in social work to help underprivileged youth in inner city neighborhoods. Which is fine. This is fine. Jungkook is doing just fine.
(Or: Jungkook adores everything about Namjoon except that the man can't catch a clue.)
Here Is What I Know by Oh_Hey_Tae
There are flowers growing on Namjoon’s arm.
They aren’t real flowers, of course. That would be absurd. Impossible. Ridiculous. But Namjoon spends most of his lecture on Kant watching the garden of ink bloom on his skin, beginning at his pinkie and spreading across his wrist, trickling down to his elbow, curling up and around his bicep and out of sight under the sleeve of his shirt. Irises and peonies and roses and sunflowers.
The girl who’s sitting beside him is staring, and when caught, gives Namjoon a bright-eyed grin before glancing back to the board. Namjoon spots a faded smiley face inked into the skin of her thumb, what looks to be a grocery list scrawled over the back of her hand. Notes or reminders from her soulmate maybe.
Soulmates.
Huh. It looks like Namjoon has one of those now.
try to resist, i still want it all by exarite
At first, Namjoon doesn’t think much of him.
He looks familiar, but he’s too far away for Namjoon to really see or scent out his dynamic. He’s cute, but Namjoon's not new to cute boys either. He's far too used to handsome, and pretty, and everything in between in the industry.
But then he stands up. Namjoon's eyes catch on the swell of his belly, and every nerve in his body lights up, his mind going blank, and—
Oh, he breathes. He's pregnant.
::
Namjoon fucks a pregnant Jungkook.
just let me adore you by elle_O_moonchild *
Rockstar omega Jungkook has never let an alpha tie him down. He was independent, and happy, and had no need for a domineering knothead to mess up his career and lifestyle.
But powerful and wealthy alpha Namjoon only wants to spoil the pretty omega rotten.
or
A smitten alpha Namjoon gets a weary omega Jungkook to go on a date with him and shows him just how good they can be together…
Jeon Jungkook/Kim Seokjin | Jin
more and more and more by moonsuns
"If you haven’t had sex by the time you’re twenty, then I’ll have sex with you. That way you’ll have a guaranteed end date for your virginity.”
“Do you promise, hyung?”
"I promise."
The problem was, Seokjin never expected to be called on it.
you shouldn't give it to me (good like that) by jamaisvore
opposites in the eyes of the media, but a perfect match in each other's arms.
or: supermodel!jk x rockstar!jin
Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM
Pull Me Under by Oh_Hey_Tae
It’s been two weeks. Hoseok has managed to survive two weeks of Kim Namjoon’s progressively darkening thighs and his cheek craters and his swooshy hair and that stupid laugh he does that makes him sound like a bleating sheep.
Yoongi looks over his shoulder. Stares. Slowly draws his gaze back to Hoseok. “Are we discussing the same man who tried to brush his teeth with sunscreen yesterday?”
“Ew, he did that?”
“Your voice says that’s disgusting but your face says you’re enamored.”
Hoseok presses his palms against his eyes until he sees colored spots. “Make it stop, hyung.”
(Or: Hoseok works at a summer resort and Namjoon is the newest lifeguard. Chaos ensues.)
fall underneath by crycoby
“Is this secretly about your huge crush on Namjoon?” Jimin asks, his fingers digging into the back of Hoseok’s neck in a way that is frankly criminal. “You know that if you like him, you’re going to have to be more direct. He doesn’t like to assume things about people and… He overthinks a lot,” he finally settles on diplomatically.
Hoseok groans, half because of the pressure and half because the idea of talking about this, about any of this, about any of the gnarled mess that is the clutch of Hoseok’s emotions in the knot of his chest, gives him hives.
//
hoseok could talk about his big messy feelings about namjoon, or he could talk around them instead and just hope for the best. yeah. that sounds good.
Methods of Mutual Stress Relief by Only_A_Fangirl
Hoseok cringes, “How weird would it be if I actually asked to jerk off in here with you?”
“Very,” Namjoon answers instantly.
Hoseok nods, “You can choose the porn.”
Namjoon blinks, “Are you for real?”
lyre lyre lyre by oliviacirce
Namjoo regrets every life choice that has led her here, to the hard wooden floor of this dance studio, where she's lying on her back like a beached whale.
Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Taehyung | V
the long and winding road by moonsuns
Hoseok is (basically) forced to go on vacation and leave his stressful idol life behind, at least for a little while. He wasn't expecting to find Taehyung, that's for sure. (He's glad he did, though.)
Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin
Procurement by FlyYouFools1 (WIP) *
Seokjin and Namjoon have waited decades for a little of their own. Taehyung just wants to pay for his little brother's education.
Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Taehyung | V
Dandelion Love (part of the (Not) Destined series) by almostsophie1
Taehyung is twenty-one when the word on his wrist turns ashen. The kind of love that soulmates share is forever out of reach.
(But enter one Kim Namjoon, who doesn't think the same.)
Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga
Bleeding Love by beebalm
Yoongi was already dressed and halfway to the door, nothing but a dry chuckle and a See you around when Namjoon asked for his number.
OR
It's not that Namjoon is hurt Yoongi only ever wanted him for a one night stand. And he doesn't have a crush. He just wishes they didn't have to keep seeing each other all the time.
Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin
but i want it anyway by ameliabedelias *
Park Jimin’s roommate goes to study abroad for a semester. Kim Namjoon takes over the lease.
only lingering around you by moonsuns
“I don't. I mean...this is going to sound awkward, but I’m...not really looking for a relationship right now.”
Namjoon considers, for a moment, elaborating and telling Jimin about everything with Hoseok, but there wouldn't be any point in that. And also, Namjoon is pretty sure that Jimin doesn't care about any of that anyway.
And he's right. At this, Jimin outright laughs. It isn’t a mean laugh, but Namjoon is pierced by the sound anyway. “Who said anything about a relationship, or even feelings? It’s just sex.”
Or, Namjoon and Jimin are friends with benefits.
Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga
운명 (Fate) (part of the (Not) Destined series) by almostsophie1
Yoongi is part of that three percent population left without a soulmate word. It doesn't matter if he falls in love, because love isn't meant for people like him.
(Then he meets Seokjin.)
candy on my lips (part of the just desserts series) by moonbabie
Anonymous advice columnist and baby bi Kim Sujin meets queer club president Min Yoonji, and does the following: writes some cheesy advice columns, cuts her hair, and figures out her shit. (aka a queer romcom meets emotional constipation, self-discovery, and clueless wlw)
Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin
pull me closer in the backseat of your rover by moonsuns
Jimin had just wanted to get off. He didn't think he'd end up with a boyfriend at the end of it all.
Or, another friends with benefits AU.
Nip & Bloom by sugamongoose (WIP) *
The year is 2021, and yet traditional and oppressive views of alpha/omega relations run rampant in the Korean society. Unmated Park Jimin is placed in a government programme which pairs delinquent omegas with support mates to make them more comfortable in their submission. Jimin’s alpha for six months turns out to be Min Yoongi, a tiny music producer who wears fuzzy sweaters, and who won’t stop talking about his kitten Holly.
“You look like an omega,” Jimin blurts out.
The strange alpha flashes him a smile that reveals the pink of his gums. “Is that something you prefer? I saw your file, and it said you identify as queer.”
“Oh, you looked at my file just to see if I like to fuck other omegas? Knot swelling yet?”
POLY RELATIONSHIPS
OT7 - Relationship
indiscentsible by cloudyworld *
Jungkook had been a little disappointed when, after all the build-up and speculation, he'd presented as a beta. Betas are great! They play an important role in society: level-headed, big-picture thinkers, the solid foundation that holds everyone together. But that pull of instinct that comes with being an alpha or omega, the feeling of belonging... He was crushed at the thought he might never get to have that.
In a pack with three alphas and three omegas already, presenting beta was a gift; Jungkook learns to see that too.
Precious Mettle by glitterandgilt (WIP) *
Jin loved his nest. He'd built it very carefully from the ground up. Spent centuries on selecting the individuals he wanted to spend the rest of his immortal life with. He was proud of his nest and protected it with a possessive love that rivaled a dragon's guard on their trove.
Jin didn't get the chance to go through that evaluation process with his newest treasure. But he would never let it go.
Or
When Jin's blood is stolen and used to sire a new fledgling, Jin has two choices: to ignore the strands of magic binding him to his new childe, or to lay claim to another jewel for his collection. He chooses the latter and drags his entire nest into a situation none of them were anticipating.
Kim's Seven by Gobi17 (WIP) *
Jungkook, 17 year old YouTuber, is in awe of the 6 hot boys who have adopted him online.
Bangtan are a dangerous group of vigilantes who seize the opportunity to kidnap the stepson of their latest target.
Found Kin by Adaptive_Artist (WIP)
Jungkook is starving. Food doesn't make anything better, and his teeth ache like someone is hammering on them. He thought he was cursed. Turns out he's a hatchling kin, and is now the precious baby of the renowned Kim nest.
He's also growing little fangs.
Huh.
love bites (series) by feraljk (WIP)
Summary from the first fic:
newly-turned vampire jungkook still has a lot to learn, but his hyungs are there to help him. taehyung enlists yoongi and jin to teach the fledgling how to teethe and helps him discover how much of a bonding activity teething can be.
or: trans koo and tae teeth on their hyungs and also come
Isn't it lovely? (all alone) by hopefully2020
At age eighteen, all citizens are given a concentration that will determine their fields of study. A small empty square on their wrist will gain a color corresponding to their skill set. Everyone’s fear is that their square color is black, meaning they are destined for a life of crime.
When Jungkook turns eighteen, he waits anxiously for his square to gain color, only to be presented with a blank square. He is shunned by his family, having to struggle through high school while trying to figure out what to do for the rest of his life.
Jungkook's life gets flipped upside down on the day of his twenty-first birthday when the store he works at is robbed with Jungkook at the cash register. Fearing for his life he believes he is going to die, only to be saved by a figure in black with a mask covering his face.
To make things even worse, Jungkook suddenly becomes the target of one of the largest drug syndicates, solely because of his new connection to his savior and five other men who turn out to be the biggest crime lords in Seoul.
What happens then, you ask?
Well, then the blank world Jungkook always saw starts to drip with black, just a little bit.
blueberry peaches (a serendipitous summer) by elle_O_moonchild (WIP)
Jungkook spends a life changing summer working at a beachside car wash and meets 6 new lovers who change his heart and life forever.
Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM
Falling For an Alien From Amalthea 5 by Pyotr_Keats78 (WIP)
Jungkook has been in and out of the hospital for years with various medical problems. Eventually, his heart becomes so weak that no human medicine can save him. Believing he will die never having come out as trans to anyone, he gives up. That is until his brother Jimin tells him, “You have two choices, Jungah: you can stay here in this hospital and get high every day until your heart fails you, or you can go to Amalthea, grow a parasite, and live.”
Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin
Mentoring on Marsa by FlyYouFools1
Jungkook comes to the planet Marsa after being promised a full scholarship to Marsa National University. When the scholarship falls through, his academic advisor gives him the number for a mentoring service for newly stranded omegas on Marsa. With rent due, no way home, and no success in finding a job, Jungkook calls the number. The organization sends him Min Yoongi, a fellow omega who's been living on Marsa for 8 years. Yoongi teaches him how to survive. Jungkook's first attempt at survival is alpha couple Jimin and Taehyung.
Features: Yoongi doing his best to teach Jungkook how to manage handsy alphas, handsy alphas (like all of them are touchy) taking liberties with omega protagonists, and my best attempt at writing problematic but entertaining sex. A lot of fluff too, actually. The alphas are fluffy as hell with the omegas, and pamper them a lot, even though their actual behavior is wrong.
Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga
November (series) by cuttothequickk
Summary from the first fic:
Sometimes, Jeongguk gets so lonely he doesn't even feel alone anymore. He's practicing, and he's very good at it. Loneliness. Being alone. It's blustery cold, and the leaves are falling from the branches of trembling trees, and Jeongguk is alone in a big city, shivering without a jacket, trying desperately to keep himself warm.
There is no one, and then there is someone. Two someones. The lovely winter boys from Daegu, Taehyung and Yoongi, opposites and equals, so loving and in love.
It would be ridiculous, really, if Jeongguk didn't fall for them, too.
Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga
how, or when, or from where by moonsuns
“Stop calling it my quest,” Namjoon whines, and Hoseok laughs.
“You’re the one that said it first.”
“I was drunk.”
“Well, the bad thing about going out with people, is that you can’t take back the stupid shit you said when you were drunk. Especially when they’re way less drunk than you.”
Or, after Namjoon almost dies, he decides to go on a quest to live his best life, and takes Yoongi and Hoseok along for the ride.
(* Personal favorites)
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Courtship (4): The Gargoyle Graveyard
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland (Malleus x GN!reader)
Author note: Again, thank you all for being patient with me and I apologize for having a very inconsistent writing schedule. I'm going to make it my goal to update on a bi weekly basis instead of leaving you all in silent limbo. Also a reminder I suck at figuring out which warnings to put so if there's something that needs to be forewarned that I failed to disclose please lmk!
Warnings: Mentions of heavy bodily injuries | childhood trauma/neglect | discussions/mentions of discrimination | mentions of virginity/sexual history
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Clay. Stone. Porcelain. Plaster. Metal. There are even gargoyles carved entirely of wood! Some statues are stand-alone works of art while others are part of a clear collection or series of similar inspiration. They even come in all sorts of shapes and sizes; as small as an apple or a towering height to rival Malleus himself. No matter what, each grotesque has been crafted with the utmost consideration, by well seasoned and knowing hands. Even the ones that have clear defects and cannot serve their intended purpose are free of overabundant ivy, weeds, or dust. There’s a clear degree of love and care the family who makes these statues has for their craft that makes him feel less alone in his interest in an uncherished form of art.
“It should be around here somewhere,” you muse aloud. Ever since he expressed interest in seeing more sculptures made with non-traditional materials, you’ve been keeping your eye out for a particular one that would fulfill his yearning. You eventually find it and eagerly point to it. “There it is!”
Malleus watches as you approach a massive-sized statue covered with a thick and half-wet tarp. He helps you remove the cover, revealing a winged and slightly humanoid canine. There are many more grotesques with a similar design, but what makes this one stand out the most is the material it’s made out of.
“Amazing!” Malleus awes. “I’ve never seen a grotesque of this size made entirely of glass! They’ve even managed to maintain their attention to detail despite such an abnormal material choice.”
“You can even see the inner channel where the water would flow in and redirect out of its mouth,” you notice.
“They even went out of their way to make it functional despite it being unfit for actual installation?” Malleus inquires with disbelief. “Such a shame.”
“If you’re looking to buy anything here, I’m afraid it's a lost cause. One of the first warnings the grandfather gave me is that none of these are for sale.”
“What was his second warning?”
“If we damage anything, even as small as a scratch, he’ll kill us.”
“How charming,” he chuckles. “I cannot blame him. These statues must take weeks to complete. Time is a human’s greatest enemy.”
“For some, sure. But when I went to visit the family and talked to the old man, he was lunging around all this heavy equipment like he was still in his prime,” you recall. “He lives for his craft. If there’s anything humans are at risk of their entire lives, it’s a lack of motivation and reason to live.”
“I suppose that’s true, but the lifespan of humans and the inevitable effects of aging is difficult to live with, especially once it begins to hinder one’s ability to do what one could previously do without issue. ”
“You’re not wrong,” you acknowledge. “But I think I’d rather live a short life with fulfillment than a dull, long-as-shit life.”
To show that he’s entirely on your side, Gunter lets out a guttural bark while his tail rapidly wags and thumps the damp ground, coating the ends of his bushy tail in specs of dirt and dirtied, remnant snow of the north that has managed to stay frozen on the isles warmer south end.
“You’re only agreeing with them because you’ve been promised food,” Malleus chastises. “Don’t think I didn’t pick up on your grumbling stomach.”
“And don't think I didn't pick up on your stomach rumbling either your highness," you quip back at him. "The family has a small cottage nearby we can use. We'll settle down for a bit and eat before sightseeing some more."
Before you turn and walk in the direction towards the aforementioned lodgings, you reach your hand out for Malleus to take and he latches onto you with restrained enthusiasm. He's taller than you, but he takes care not to take his normal strides as to not leave you struggling to keep up with him. Gunter doesn't know the way, so he trots beside you every step of the way up until the destination is in plain view. The cottage is small but well-attended. There’s a rustic flair to its construction that makes it feel familiar and safe despite never stepping foot in it before.
"Those gargoyles were something, huh?" you remark to him while you tap and shake off the gunk wedged into the soles of your heavy boots against the frame of the door.
"Indeed," he nods, taking your cloak off for you and hanging it on the wooden rack nearby. "I don't think I've ever seen that many gargoyles in one day. Just when my eyes land upon an intriguing one, there's several more that catch my attention."
The way he gets all wide-eyed is outright adorable. It makes you grin just as enthusiastically too. "I bet your club is going to have a field day once you tell them about this!"
His child-like smile turns into one of disappointment. "I'm certain they would, if I wasn't the sole member that is."
Your hands halt from pulling out and setting down all the premade food out of your pack. "Seriously? You're the only one?"
When he nods his head, you feel a twinge of hurt in your heart. Poor guy. You can only imagine how disappointing it must be to go through all those lengths to start a club (you would know since you're technically a staff member of the school and have been given a rundown on some of the school's functions and regulations) only for no one to show interest. Of course, you completely understand that gargoyles aren't exactly all the rage within the minds of teenage boys. Still! He goes through so much effort to build relationships with his peers but they always cower away, either due to his status or even because of the way he looks. You won’t deny that he does come off as rather intimidating at first glance, but he's a sweet guy once you give him the chance to speak.
But to expect teenagers going through social pressures and demanding academics to be as understanding and willing to understand someone like Malleus is an impossible demand. Given that everyone in the school can be a bunch of self-centered and easily agitated bunch of pricks, it's understandable that most of the student body isn't keen on trying to take into consideration the proper etiquette one needs to consider in the presence of a young and noble fae. Deuce has met and talked briefly with Malleus on one occasion, but even he visibly shakes whenever his name is mentioned, even in casual passing.
Wait until they found out who you've gone and gotten buddy-buddy with behind their back. They probably think they're slick or that their intentions are well swept under the rug, but it's clear they feel some semblance of responsibility for your well-being, as both a magicless individual as well as a close, albeit older, friend. You dread the day people begin to make the connections between Malleus and you, but you still can’t help but wonder what their reactions might be. You also dread the high probability those two idiots are going to find out and embarrass the living hell out of you, which you know you do not have the patience or tolerance for.
Gunter jumps up and sits himself down in one of the wooden dining chairs, pushing the small ceramic plate towards you with his nose, as if telling you "Alright, I’ve done what I said I'd do, now feed me what I'm owed." You tell him that you'll give him what he's well earned after you get a small fire started in the brick fireplace. Just because it's warmer near the southern half of the island and not as heavily blanketed with snow, doesn't mean the cold has completely vanished, Winter is still winter after all.
"Where did these scars come from?"
Malleus' unexpected question and closeness nearly make you drop the iron rod you've been using to stoke the growing fire. You've since taken off your boots and rolled up the bottoms of your pants just above your knee as the room starts to warm up enough for a thin layer of perspiration to accumulate and roll down your skin. The scars he's referring to are the ones on your right leg, both side by side at an awkward angle and discolored. You have a lot more scars than these, some much more gruesome in appearance than these two. Malleus has never asked about your scars, but sometimes you catch him looking in the general area of some that peak through your clothes. He likely keeps quiet about their existence out of courtesy.
Yet out of all the markings on your body, why did these two stand out enough that he'd finally ask about them?
"It's a long story," you say in an effort to stall the topic. "Sit. I'll feed you two once the fire is stable."
He doesn’t push you for an answer, instead simply doing as you say and lets you poke at the burning logs until they're properly aflame on their own. You made mostly some of your morning favorites; Creamy and thick potato stew with diced carrots and peas and some eggs, ham, and crispy hash browns sandwich between homemade halved croissants. You teased him about having picky taste buds earlier, but Malleus is content to eat anything you serve him so long as it is not comparable to the likes of Lilia's atrocious cooking.
(Seriously, how does a man as old as Lilia not know the basic fundamentals of cooking? And why does everything he makes end up burnt and tasting like something rotten? You will never understand.)
"Don't eat too quickly," you warn Gunter as you pour a bit of light-colored soup onto his designated plate. Your words are ignored, as the equally marred wolf sloppily slurps and munches on the few bits of potatoes and vegetables you generously scraped out of the thermos. His food is gone as quickly as it’s put in front of him and he looks at you expecting more.
"No. The rest is mine," you scold. "And don't beg Malleus for some either! I know you do it behind my back, you little shit!"
He turns to look at Malleus with an accusatory glare, thinking that he ratted him out to you. Malleus’s response towards the silent imputation is to turn and look out the window as if something caught his interest all of a sudden, cup raised to his lips as he politely sips away at his meal without an air of calmness. You have to slap a hand over your mouth to hide the amusement that overtakes your senses.
"Malleus, stop that!"
"Stop what?" he innocently asks.
"Stop making me want to laugh!"
He sets his cup down onto its matching serving dish. "It's not my fault you have an easily satiable sense of humor."
"Wow!" you say incredulously and put your arms up in offense. "And here I was thinking we were friends!"
His distant demeanor breaks and you both devolve into a fit of laughter together. Gunter unfortunately takes advantage of your joint distraction and slips away with a warm sandwich between his jaw, your sandwich in particular.
"That damn wolf!" you curse. "I knew I should have trusted my gut and pack extras.”
Malleus pities your distress before moving over to sit closer. "Worry not. I'll split mine in half with you,” he reassures.
"No, it's fine," you immediately dismiss his offer. "Have it for yourself."
"I'm not taking no for an answer," he firmly states. “Don’t be stubborn. It’s far too early for that.”
"I thought you liked it when I was stubborn?” you pout.
He shakes his head with a smile. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t”
"At least someone likes my attitude,” you say after chewing and swallowing a mouthful of soup. “Sebek certainly doesn’t."
"The boy is stubborn as well. When two equally stubborn individuals cross paths, you will witness nothing but discord between the two."
"Add the fact I'm human into the mix, and we'll be exchanging fists instead of words sooner or later," you scoff. "I get that some faes don't like humans, but what's his deal with acting like he’s got a vendetta against me?"
"Sebek doesn't hate humans for the reasons you might think," Malleus admits. "It’s more like he finds them difficult to think that highly of. Did you know that he is half-human?"
You nearly choke on your own breath over the sudden revelation. "Really?"
"Indeed," Malleus finds amusement at your disbelief. "Have you ever wondered why his ears aren't pointed like Silver, but his eyes are like mine and Lilia’s?"
"Damn,” you scratch the back of your head with embarrassment. “Now I feel stupid.”
"You aren't. Given the way he speaks, not many would assume he had human blood in his veins. His mother was highly regarded within her social circle, but her marriage to a human man tarnished her reputation a great deal. She's happy and does not seem to care what others think of her these days. However, when Sebek set out to be a knight, his mother's marriage and his lineage were often brought up as a way to scrutinize his character and capabilities rather than any of his actual shortcomings as an individual."
"Poor kid," you sigh. "Lilia told me those sorts of things still happen in The Valley, but it sounds so outlandish that I couldn’t take it that seriously."
"Many faes hold old traditions above all else, to a degree that the purity of one's blood stands above all other merits." His eyebrows pressed together in annoyance. "Even my grandmother thinks it's archaic, but as the reigning queen she has to embody a persona of neutrality between the social divide."
"It sounds like you have your work cut out for you in the future," you say, almost apologetically. "What do you plan to do about it once you're the king?"
There's a brief flash of surprise over your question, but Malleus easily answers it as usual. "I think my first course of action as king would be to properly knight Sebek and Silver."
"Bet my rifle that Sebek is going to cry the entire ceremony!" you remark with certainty. "That's all he ever goes on about, being a knight and all."
"He's devoted countless hours and efforts since he was a child. If there's anyone who deserves to join the knighthood, it's him."
"Definitely," you nod to further cement your agreement with him. "He could stand to lower his voice a bit. He'll give you tinnitus before long.”
"At least we won't have to worry about losing him in a crowd," Malleus jests.
"That's to say we'll lose sight of him to begin with," you remark. "He'll gladly lose me in a crowd. You? You'd be lucky to get out of arm's length."
"You underestimate me, dearest," Malleus smirks. "Ever since I've met you, I've perfected the art of avoiding Sebek's insistent searches."
"Have you now?" you razz back. "Don't let him catch onto the fact. He'll have my head."
He reaches over and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. Each second his skin touches yours makes you tingle. Time slows down ever so briefly if only to savor the small instance of physical connection for as long as possible. "What of your aunts?" he inquires. "Are they as overprotective of you as Sebek is of myself?"
"They’re a trio of mama bears," you proudly admit. "I'm old enough to drink and well equipped to fend for myself, but in their minds, I'll always be the little tyke that couldn't even eat their meals without looking at them for approval. Especially my aunt Gia."
You have three aunts. There's your aunt Marisol, the mother of most of your cousins and the main caretaker of the household. Your second aunt Lucia was well into her studies at university when you came to live with them, but her stress and long hours of mulling over her course materials paid off in the long run. Your gardening skills wouldn't be what they are now without her expertise in agricultural botany.
Then there's your aunt Gia. Oldest of the three. An absolute tank of a woman. No spouse. No kids of her own. She lived off the land like an absolute titan. The woman raised you as if she was the one that carried you for nine months and not your actual birth mother.
How would you describe your parents? If your parents were told to list out their priorities in life, their careers would be at the top of the list and you would be put at the very bottom. Why they carried you to term is beyond your understanding. You later learned that Gia had even offered to take you under her care well before your birth, knowing that your parents might not be well-suited to take care of you in the way she thinks would be beneficial for you. It was a convenient offer that would have saved everyone the trouble years down the line when you had your accident. They worked in a cutthroat industry and were constantly moving up the executive echelons. They had no time for you, yet their pride as a pair of young, successful business magnates made them incapable of seeing past the reality of the situation. That left you mostly in the care of last-minute caretakers and your aunts, but only if they had time from their own busy and preoccupied lives to come out into the city and visit.
You were eight years old when things started to get better, but it was upstarted in the worst possible way. Your parents had to go away for the upcoming weekend for work and left you in the care of a babysitter as per the norm. The babysitter never showed up however and your parents apparently couldn’t be bothered to check up on you even once the entire trip. Their silence wasn’t surprising. You just went on about your business for the next three days on your own like nothing was wrong. Your aunt Gia had even called at one point to check up on you, but you didn’t bother to tell her that your parents had left you to fend for yourself. She would have exploded if you did, but not as much as she did when you woke up in the hospital after falling down the stairs and lying helplessly on the ground for several hours with a dislocated shoulder and a compound-fractured leg. You were lulling in and out of consciousness due to all the medication pumped into you, but what little you do remember seeing and hearing when you regained consciousness will forever stick with you for the rest of your life.
If people think your level of swearing is bad, they should have heard your aunt that day. She swore so viciously that it could set an innocent bystander's eardrums on fire. What will forever stand out the most to you was the fact that your parents didn’t even look the least bit apologetic or regretful. They didn’t even approach you once your aunt was done giving them a piece of her mind to check up on you. They simply talked with the awaiting social worker and doctors and then left. It was for the better, but the small part of you that continued to hold onto the desperate belief that your parents would come around one day sent you into a thrashing frenzy and you had to be sedated before you could hurt yourself anymore.
The next year was spent recovering from your injuries, meeting regularly with your caseworker, and going through therapists like a pack of cigarettes. By the time you were back on your feet and the legal proceedings of your custody case were concluded, all you wanted was to move on with it all. Nearly a decade of neglect left you this unattentive, uncertain husk of a person who couldn’t take a single step forward without looking for some sort of guidance or assurance. Your family was exhausted by the entire ordeal and over speaking with third parties. Your aunts took it upon themselves to help you regain your sense of self in the comfort of your new home, no matter how difficult or demanding it was going to be.
“It took some time, but eventually it clicked in my mind that I was in a better place and I started to get better. As for my parents, I have no clue what they’re up to these days.” You lean back into your chair and let out a shaking yawn. “I like to think they’re getting on well like I am.”
“I don’t understand.” Malleus looks at you with unbelievable confusion. “Your parents treated you poorly, yet you don’t sound the least bit resentful. Why is that?”
You shrug your shoulders. “What’s the point? I'm in a better place now, so I've let bygones be bygones. 'Doesn't mean I don't harbor any anger against them anymore. I do, but getting upset won't change what's happened to me."
Gunter, having sensed your discomfort over the matter, trots over and rests his head on your lap. You gratefully rub the top of his head, carding your hands through his thick, coarse hair. "I'm just glad they let me go without a fuss. Family court was hell for my family.” Your eyebrows knit together. “Expensive too.”
Crackling wood fills the momentary silence that befalls the small cottage. What you've recollected to Malleus is a lot to take in, and if you're being quite honest you'd prefer if he just dropped the subject and talked about literally anything else right now. You hope he doesn't say he's sorry or any other type of apologetic comment. That's all you were ever told that entire year it all happened, during court proceedings, your rehabilitation, by both strangers and distant family members alike.
"I'm so sorry. What happened to you was unfortunate. You didn't deserve it."
No shit you didn't deserve any of that. You were a kid. You don’t need one pity party after another to realize that what took place then had fucked you forever. But as you said earlier, you're in a better place now, with a loving and supportive family that's moved on alongside you. A family you need to get back to as soon as possible.
"I love you."
Well, if he was hoping to take your mind off the past. that certainly did it. How can it not? It came out of nowhere and as good as you are at holding your composure when need be, you're sure you look no less like a gaping fish when warm and plush softness presses right against the corner of your lips. A kiss. His kiss.
"What's wrong?" Your voice sounds shaky. You’re nervous.
"Nothing," he smiles reassuringly. "I simply said what I felt needed to be said."
"Fair enough" you concede easily. He was going to say it sooner or later. He already has actually, now that you think about it. Yet here you are trying to process his words like it’s rocket science.
"Am I going about this too fast perhaps?" he genuinely asks. His hands that have been busy massaging your calves that have settled across his lap somewhere during your long retelling gradually slow down, but his hands never go completely still. "This is my first time experiencing something like this."
"What?" You sit up a bit straighter. "A relationship?"
"Yes."
Your head tilts to the side. "Really?"
He nods hesitantly "Yes?"
For a moment, you go completely quiet. "I don't believe you,” you doubtfully say, head shaking to further showcase your refusal to believe him.
He must not have liked your remark, frowning with clear offense in his eyes. When he dislikes something, the vertical slits in his eyes contract into a thin line. "I cannot lie, yet you still doubt me?"
"I know you can't lie, but I find it hard to believe you haven't been with anyone else before," you explain. Before you can consider the appropriateness that was your newfound curiosity about Malleus's apparently non-existent love life, you blurt out, "Are you still a virgin?"
You slap your hand over your mouth the moment those words come out of it. He's equally caught off guard and nearly drops his warm cup of coffee. Even Gunter is surprised by your question, olive-colored eyes looking at you as if you've lost your mind. It's an invasive question, inappropriate even. You and Malleus have been dating for a little over two days. A question like that is way too early to bring up just yet.
"You don't have to answer that," you tell him behind your palm. "I shouldn't have even asked it. Forget I ever brought it up-”
"I'm not," he interrupts you, leaving you even more shocked than you already are. You’re practically gaping like a fish by now. "I'm not a virgin,” he further insinuates.
A deafening silence, but it’s eventually broken by yourself. “I still don’t believe you.”
Malleus gets further annoyed at your refusal to accept his truth. "I'm not lying!" he insists.
"Bullshit!"
"Do you want me to recount my history to you?" he asks, exasperated as you are at the shift the conversation is taking. "Will that satisfy your doubts?"
"You know what? It will!" you loudly declare. "Who'd you sleep with?"
"He was a young page at the time,” he reminisced. “It happened before I was a century old.”
Your eyebrows raise with intrigue. "Was he cute?"
"Yes," he hushedly agrees. The disconcerting admittance paints his face a pinkish-red glow. "But that's not why I bedded him."
"But surely his looks are what made you interested in the first place?” you make blatant regard of the fact.
“You’re not wrong,” he acknowledges, expertly avoiding agreeing with you outright. “But his looks aren't the sole reason I was drawn to him. He was bright-eyed and ambitious, to the point you’d think him insane given his position in the court. It was also the first time I ever truly met with a group of humans, and my young mind was eager to get a more accurate perspective of humans that wasn’t through the lens of my tutors.”
“An ‘accurate perspective’?” You make playful air quotes, eyebrows wiggling because you know the fact that he knows what you’re implying. The playful comment is met with a sharp pinch on your leg that makes you jump and shriek out in pain. Did he have to dig his nails into you? Apparently so, and now you have small crescent indents on your skin. “I bet Lilia had a good laugh when he found out.”
“He doesn’t know, actually,” he admits to you with what is obviously a proud smile.
“Now I know you’re lying to me,” you scoff. “Nothing escapes the old man’s radar.”
His hands begin to rub out the marks he’s left on you as a form of apology. “Lilia is sharp, but he had lost most of his vigor by the time I was born.”
You go wide-eyed again. “You mean his hearing and eyesight was better than it is now?”
He nods affirmatively. “From what I’ve been told, terrifyingly so.”
Lilia is already frightening as is. His short stature and boyish looks make him perfectly unassuming to those who don’t know any better. You once watched him beat up a couple of bulky, twice-his-height students from Savanaclaw without breaking a sweat, yet moments before he was jokingly scolding himself for dozing off so easily. You never once thought he was ever out of his elements. A cold chill runs down your spine thinking how much more perceptive the older fae may have been back during his prime years.
“Wonder what Lilia’s gonna think,” you ponder out loud in a quick effort to banish out the skin-prickling mental imagery your mind was invoking. “About us, I mean.”
Malleus seems surprised that you would change the topic to that of all things, but his initial shock goes away as quickly as it came. “As you may have guessed, he’s an open-minded individual, but he’s also very realistic and unafraid to say what’s on his mind.”
“So what does that mean for you and me?” you question with a bit of hesitation.
“Well,” he trails off and ponders for a moment. “He’ll surely like the scandal our relationship would invoke. However, as my caretaker and mentor, he won’t hesitate to put an end to it if he feels it necessary.”
Had it been anyone else sitting beside you, you’d have found that comment way too extreme and outright ridiculous. However, you are not speaking to anyone ordinary. You are not sitting before someone normal. It doesn't matter how well you get along with him. It sure as hell doesn't matter how deeply in love you are with him, and him of you. The moment you have been deemed a shortcoming, the outings, the closeness, it all stops. All of it will come crashing down and both you and him will be left wondering what could have been done differently.
Malleus is truly your best friend, because already he can tell that your mind is beginning to spiral even when you go quiet. He calls for your attention by gripping his hand around your bare ankle and carefully tugging the end of your limb. “Don’t fret over it too much,” he soothes, yet also sounding like he’s scolding you for letting your mind wander off so negatively. “Lilia is an exceptional judge of character. From what I’ve gathered, you’ve well exceeded all his marks. He trusts you, and to gain such a thing from someone as old and wise as him is an extraordinary feat.”
You brew over the attempted compliment he tried to pay to you. Unfortunately, it doesn’t snub out all these festering thoughts in your head. It doesn’t even give you temporary relief. Perhaps it would have brought you a sense of peace a few months ago, but with everything that has happened thus far, you doubt even Malleus can alleviate the storm that rattles inside you, even if what he speaks is without a doubt nothing but the truth.
Surely he can see that you are still having some hangups. When you lift his hand and plant a chaste kiss on the back of his hand, you hope he can decipher the gesture as a pitiful request for his forgiveness for dampening the once energetic mood. He is not at fault for your loss and inability to think optimistically at the moment and you need to make sure he knows it.
Today is about him, not you. Even if it’s just for today, you’ll put on a pleasant facade and worry about the rest at a later date. It’s just you and him, and for now, that’s enough.
You do a mental countdown starting from three, before finally giving him a late response to the three words he uttered in confidence to you earlier. “I love you too, by the way.”
You love him. You love him. You love him. That’s all his mind can think of for the rest of the day. He replays your reciprocation over and over like it’s sacred and all-powerful.
He had planned to return to his dorm before the sun began to set, but he found the mere idea of detaching from you deeply unwanted and made the last-minute decision to spend the evening at the Ramshackle dorm. He already has a few articles of clothing and personal essentials set up in one of the many empty rooms, so neither Lilia nor you had any objections at his sudden request.
“Don’t worry!” You shout across the room so that Lilia can hear you over his phone. “I’ll make sure he gets to bed on time!”
“You have my gratitude!” Lilia’s muffled voice responds gratefully. “Don’t cause too much trouble now, you two.”
“No promises~” you sing in jest before Malleus hangs up. Once the call ends Johnny, Benji, Franky, and you turn their attention back to their ongoing game of poker. Malleus watches and occasionally laughs to himself over the friendly banter shared between the quartet. At the end of every round, the winner is assaulted with colorful profanities whilst they take their newly won gambling chips with ebullience. Yet with each new dealing of cards, the animosity goes away and they’re all back to being friendly. He finds your interactions with your incorporeal roommates more entertaining than the book he’s been reading to pass the time.
“Hey, fairy boy,” Franky informally calls out toward him. “Don’t be a stranger now. Play a few rounds with us.”
“I’m afraid I’m not well versed in card games,” he admits, yet he still finds himself setting his literature aside and moving over to join them.
“Don’t worry,” you give him a reassuring smile. “They’ll go easy on you.”
“For how long?” he knowingly asks.
You give him an impressed smirk at his quick uptake. “I give it three rounds before they start to pull back their sleeves.”
Malleus is well-adjusted to the need to quickly learn a new topic and the expectation for him to fully comprehend it in full. None of them are harsh on him for his minor mistakes like some of the tutors he’s had in the past. Answers that he believes may be obvious or not as complicated as he thinks they are being answered with enthusiastic patience. The smallest achievements he makes are met with a proud response. When he makes a surprise turnabout and wins his first game, he’s rewarded with an encouraging round of applause by everyone.
“Not bad,” Benji praises as he shuffles the deck of cards. “You’re a fast learner.”
“So I’ve been told,” he humbly replies. “Is this the part where you all stop going easy on me now?”
“Don’t provoke them,” you half-heartedly warn. “Otherwise we’ll be up all night duking it out otherwise.”
Franky sets his glass of iced liquor down on the edge of the table. “Don’t you little lovebirds worry. We won’t take up too much of your well-needed time together.”
Annoyed at the clear jab at his relationship with you, you throw one of your chips towards his head. It passes through his body and clatters on the floor behind him. Your fawn Blossom jumps down from their spot on the couch and goes to sniff it, thinking it to be food, but walks away with a disappointed strut when he realizes it isn’t anything edible.
“I didn’t tell them a damn thing,” you defensively clarify. “It was so obvious what was going on between us that they figured it all out before we made it official.”
He lets out a deep breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “That’s...I can’t say I’m too pleased to hear about that.”
“We won’t say anything,” Franky reassures. “Just make sure to put a sock on the door whenever you guys want some alone time.”
“Franky!” you hiss at him. “What the hell?!”
“What?” he looks at you, unbothered by your clear embarrassment. “Do you honestly expect us to think you guys went out just to look at a bunch of statues?”
“Oh, I’m sure they were looking at something,” Johnny smirks. “It wasn’t made of stone though.”
“I hate you guys,” you growl out, arms crossing and leaning back into your seat with an angry huff. You don’t mean it. He can see the tremble of your lips as you try to contain the urge to grin. “Even if we did end up rolling around in the sheets, I wouldn’t be yapping about it for all to hear, much less you guys!”
“What happens in the gargoyle graveyard stays in the gargoyle graveyard, eh?” Franky winks at both Malleus and you, nudging you with his elbow.
“Exactly!” you affirm, batting the large ghost away from you for some much-needed distance. “Now stop being so damn nosy.”
They cackle one last time and everyone seamlessly goes back to their ongoing game. Conversations like the one that just concluded are commonplace in your dormitory. Even if he contributed next to nothing to the discussion, he enjoys watching them interact. You come from a world where ghosts are hardly as overt as the ones in this world. Ghosts are said to entertain themselves by picking on the living, to the point that it can be fatal. Your ability to come up with witticisms at a moment's notice is something he enjoys seeing in action. He feels great satisfaction not only knowing that he has secured your love but to also see you in a state of tranquility and within your elements.
As Benji and you have a hushed conversation on the sidelines, he reaches over and places his hand on your knee beneath the table. You quietly reach over and put your hand over his, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb like it’s instinctual. Unfortunately, the heart-fluttering moment is ruined by the sudden buzzing of his phone. He has half a mind to ignore it, but when he gives the screen a glance he realizes ignoring the caller is not an option.
“I’ll be out for a moment,” he excuses himself once he sets his hand down and stands himself upright. “This shouldn’t take that long, hopefully.”
They all stop to look up at him inquisitively for half a second. In unison, they ask, “Sebek?”
“Sebek,” he affirms.
There are simultaneous displays of annoyance, pity, and silent wishes of good luck directed at him. He’s tempted to ask where all this contempt for the boy comes from, but then he remembers the many times Sebek barges his way into their dorm at the worst possible moments. It is either when everyone is beginning to settle down after a long day or in the middle of an important house project, the former more so than the latter now that the dorm is much more stable and in need of less restoration. Malleus learned the hard way how ill you and the ghosts will react when your peace is unwantedly interrupted and your space invaded by an unwanted guest.
Sebek is also quick to scrutinize whatever he sees out loud without a filter. You never seem to mind half of the time, merely rolling your eyes and moving past Sebek’s ill-meaning remarks as if you never heard them. As you are someone Malleus highly regards and holds close to his bosom, he hopes Sebek can one day set aside his strife with humankind and give you the due diligence you deserve.
...Though, he completely understands that reaching that point will take time. While you can endure Sebek to a certain degree, there are times where he, unfortunately, pushes you past that threshold and, without flinching, you will tell him to “Shut the fuck up”. Your words, not his.
“Young master!” Sebek's transmitted voice peaks and he has to half pull it away to give his pained eardrums some relief. “I was informed by Lord Lilia that you will be spending the night over at the Human’s dorm. Have you all your accommodations at their estate? If not, I will swiftly-”
“That won’t be necessary,” he half laughs at his enthusiasm over such a small task. “I have enough to keep me comfortable and well for a few days. Your offer is still very much appreciated.”
“Y-Yes, of course,” he stutters. “If there’s anything you should ever find a need for, please inform me at once! I will fulfill your every wishes no matter the hour!”
He’s enthusiastic and ready to act at a moment’s notice, even during the middle of a cold and dark hour. Malleus doesn’t necessarily dislike this part of Sebek, but he’s starting to understand why someone like you would find such subservience difficult to deal with. At any moment, Malleus could ask Sebek to grab some insignificant item of his and tread through the thick snow to deliver it to him, and the boy would do so with jubilation and utmost timeliness. You on the other hand wouldn’t be caught dead ordering someone to do something on your behalf when you believe you are well and capable of doing it yourself.
You don’t put expectations onto the backs of others, choosing to trust yourself first before anyone else. He knows now that it’s a result of the one instance where you expected something from someone, only to be thoroughly let down and left wondering if it was you who did something wrong.
Malleus cannot make up for the pain you’ve been subjected to, but he hopes that he can become the outlier in your life that surpasses any preconceived notions you may hold onto others. He hopes...No, he absolutely will be the one who brings you your well-earned and deserved joy and repose, just as you have done for him and continue to do so.
You love him, and he will ensure he is worthy of every last drop of your fidelity.
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In My San Diego Garden and Kitchen
A winter garden salad last week flashed a magenta theme. There was purple cauliflower, red onion and a snow pea flower to contrast with lime green garden celery, varied greens and toasted pistachio pieces. It was a feast for the eyes and the fork.
Though the Romanesco and cauliflowers were harvested over a week ago, I’ve found that, properly stored, homegrown cauliflower holds well in the fridge. Last night I made a Sesame Cauliflower Sauté using some remnant Romanesco and white cauliflower. A light sauté of onions and the veggies first, before covering briefly to soften. Sunset Magazine got it right to suggest toasted sesame seeds, diagonal-sliced green onions and a squirt of lemon juice when served.
I harvest garden greens in “just enough” amounts. The arugula will be tomorrow’s lunch salad and the baby leaf chard was sautéed in a little butter with some garden celery and plated under broiled salmon.
Apricot sauce from the freezer completed the garden meal as I’m reminded that the stone fruits begin in about four months.
The first bouquet of bi-color sweet peas was cut yesterday. They are particularly robust this year and climb the garden trellis next to the stunning Red Russian kale. Sweet pea fragrance fills the room.
Tomato and pepper seeds rest on a heat mat in my kitchen. Tomatoes are not my best crop here in the fogbelt. These views are only two blocks from my home here in Point Loma. I stood and pondered the sun, sparkling water and cormorants on the rock when walking recently. I’m willing to settle for marginal tomato harvests and revel daily in the sights, sounds and salt spray of the Pacific Ocean.
Check the What I’m Planting Now page as I transplant and sow seeds in the cool season garden. Then head today to Harvest Monday, hosted by Dave at Happy Acres blog and see what garden bloggers around the world harvested last week.
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MEET THE DOPPELGANGERS
Bumblyburg Prep is a private academy located in the heart of Bumblyburg. With flexible course scheduling, low teacher-to-student ratios, and a wide variety of electives and extracurriculars to choose from, it’s sure to provide it’s students with the academic enrichment they need to succeed in university and onward. It just so happens to be home to 8 colorful students in particular that appear eerily similar to the main 7.
The idea is that they vaguely remind you of somebody you already know, whether it’s in looks or personality (or both) rather than being re-colors of the main 7
Gabriel “Gabe” West
((Larry’s doppelganger))
(pickle, 15, he/him)
The unofficial ringleader.
Calm and collected.
One might say he’s…….cool as a cucumber 😎 It’s funny bc he’s a pickle. Secretly obsessed with James Taylor’s music and really likes the oldies in general. Probably owns a record player. Favorite course is probably a psychology elective. Probably flirts with Albert too much entirely by accident. Plays french horn/mellophone in the school band. Is trans and bi!
Francesca Babcock
((Bob’s doppelganger))
(peach, 15, she/her)
Gabe’s newly appointed right-hand girl.
New in town, a little shy. Has anxiety and deals with her feelings by journaling. Has a penchant for collecting fancy pens and markers specifically for journaling. Is not too fond of being a “wealthy socialite” and wishes to be an average kid. Forms a close bond with Gabe after meeting him in homeroom. Joins the school band and plays percussion.
Albert White
((Archie’s doppelganger))
(asparagus, 16, he/him)
A bit more energetic than you might expect? But not too crazy. Really into computer programming, speaks a handful of languages including Korean. Translates for Soo who’s still learning English. His family is hosting her. Plays tenor sax in the school band and likes to Get Funky With It. All honors classes with this dork. Was adopted by a white asparagus couple as a toddler. Big gay.
Princeton Connover
((Lovey’s doppelganger #1))
(asparagus, 16, he/him)
A sweet cinnamon roll of a boy. Likes coffee way too much and has a big fat crush on Albert. Probably has a single honor’s class with Albert. Aggressively hate-watches Glee and has mad respect for a sitcom that manages to do literally everything wrong all the time, go big or go home. Puts stickers on everything. Priscilla’s twin! Plays flute in the school band. Also in choir. Big gay.
Priscilla Connover
((Lovey’s doppelganger #2))
(asparagus, 16, she/her)
Super bubbly. Favorite passtime is probably watching cartoons aimed at preschoolers. Probably trusts way too easily and gets her heart broken by people who use her. Loves pep rallies. Shares Princeton’s passions for coffee and stickers. Princeton’s twin! Definitely autistic. Has an IEP. Hates being infantilized bc of her disability and love of “childish” things. Plays clarinet in the school band.
Yangpa Soo-Yun
((Kimi’s doppelganger))
(scallion, 15, she/her)
A mild mannered South Korean exchange student who is still learning English. Forms a bond with Albert whose family is hosting her during her exchange program. Most likely has a soft spot for poetry. Voted Most Likely To Own A Hoodie With Cat Ears On It. Invites the gang to indulge in authentic Korean cuisine with her often. Joins the school band and plays piccolo.
Kennedy Nelson
((Laura’s doppelganger))
(carrot, 15, ✨they/them✨)
✨They’re✨ really into Shakespeare. Probably really into Greek and Roman mythology too. A really good artist and everybody wants ✨them✨ for group projects if drawing is involved. Has strong opinions on everything. Plays trombone in the school band. ✨Is nonbinary!✨
Phineas “Penny” Potts
((Percy’s doppelganger))
(pea, 15, he/him)
Nicknamed Penny because he always carries a penny for good luck. Very studious and takes his school work seriously. Is always mistaken for either a teacher or a preacher. Plays percussion in the school band.
NOTES:
** ”West” - the english translation for “poniente,” a cucumber cultivar that originated in Europe
** White - Albert himself is not a white asparagus but his parents are
** Babcock - a peach cultivar
** Connover - From Connovers Colossal, an asparagus cultivar, tho princeton and priscilla aren’t actually of that cultivar. Pronounced like “connifer” but with more “v”
** Yangpa - Korean for “onion”. I did some light research and tried to structure her name correctly I’m sorry if it’s wrong
** Nelson - a carrot cultivar
** Potts - a plant pun
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Lesbian has been a word that has been negatively used since I was a child. When I was a little kid I was told “You can’t be gay or marry outside of your own race” by my father. I must’ve bottled that up for years. I’ve always looked at girls since I was a kid. I remember one of my earliest memories being from when I was about 7 and thinking a lady with a green shirt was really pretty. I also always remember staring at boobs and butts, A LOT. I always had an interest in girls, I just didn’t realize it.
When sexuality became to become known, one of my friends came out as bisexual and I flipped out. Being gay was always seen as bad to my family and thus I had to follow it. When “I Kissed a Girl”, “She Keeps Me Warm” and “Same Love” were on the radio, I became very anxious and changed the pronouns to prove I wasn’t gay. I couldn’t be gay right? Even though I have looked at girls before and I remember staring at my friend’s brother’s ceiling with a picture of a woman in a bikini.and being mesmerized by it.
As I got older, the concept of being gay became normalized to me. I came out as pansexual because that’s what I thought I was at the time. I maybe had one “crush” on a boy, but more numerous ones on girls. My friend, a camp counselor, and my mom’s friend’s daughter.
High school finally rolled around and I went through my first stage of questioning. I cycled through labels until I came to bisexual. That’s what I believed to be best. Then the crushes on girls flooded in. The first crush I recognized I had on a girl was my friend’s ex girlfriend. I wanted her! But when my friend asked her out I was crushed. “Oh well I thought, I’ll have to live with it”. I tried to third wheel in their relationship, probably due to lingering feelings. Then I developed a crush on another girl, a good friend of mine. I asked her out to TOLO, but she said no and I cried. Straight girls cry when they get rejected by girls right? I almost asked a guy friend of mine as a rebound but then decided against it.
Later on since both of my friends were dating, I decided that I should to. I chose a guy who I thought was ‘cute’ and we went out a few times. He even asked me to homecoming the next year where he kissed me. I felt nothing by it and very awkward. Him and I went out again a few more times but I didn’t really feel much for him. I liked the kissing somewhat but that was about it. I think I was more excited by feeling rebellious. My friends pushed the label of ‘boyfriend/girlfriend’ onto us, but it was awkward. But I still went along with it.
At the beginning of sophmore year, I had to attend eating disorder treatment and I was drawn to another girl there. She was so cool and I wanted to be close to her and spend time with her. Too bad nothing ever came of it. That same year however, I also developed a crush on another girl in my French class. When she walked in, it was like time slowed down, I was SO attracted to her. We even sat next to each other in class and boy, did she make me nervous. I felt things that were different than even being with that guy I was with. Even seeing her years later, my eyes still were drawn to her like a damn magnet. She was gorgeous.
In junior year, my friends began to have sex and lose their virginities. I felt left behind and wanted to fit in. There was always a craving for it, especially since I always felt ‘different’ and left out, even since I was a kid. I was bullied too and with a sweet blend of my low self esteem and depression, I followed trends. This was just another one of them. I made a ‘pact’ with myself that year to get a boyfriend for the sole purpose to lose my virginity and I did. I also developed a weird obsession with two guys that year. I dressed up and daydreamed scenarios in my head of them liking me. I wanted them to want me, but I’m not sure if I wanted them. But I also did end up achieving my goal that year. I got the boyfriend and lost my virginity. I did what I had to do. Even though it was awkward and I felt numb after it. It resulted in me having 2 months of extreme anxiety due to a fear of being pregnant.
In the relationship, I didn’t feel much, or not at all for the guy. I leaned on him for support due to my dysfunctional family. It was an escape. I eventually broke it off with him and got over the relationship within a week. This started a cycle of waiting for the next boyfriend to come around. The next one eventually did. He was nice and cared for me. He pursued me first and I went with it. I’m glad I didn’t have to have sex with him. It was the easiest relationship I was in because we were more like friends and less like lovers. Then we broke up and I got over him within a week. Rinse and repeat.
The last boyfriend I dated for nine months and I believed at one point I loved him. He cared for me and had a nice family I could escape to, when mine was falling apart at the seams. I craved the ‘nuclear family’ unit since I never had in the start. I felt accepted and safe there when I didn’t want to go home to mine. His companionship was nice and all, but I know deep down I didn’t care for him the way he cared for me. He loved me, but I didn’t love him. He wanted to escalate the relationship to the next level and an alarm bell went off in my head. It was a major “NO” to be but I tried to ignore it and said “maybe” to him. I often went along for the ride and never followed what I wanted. We eventually broke up after we were drifting apart. I began to crave sex less and began to hate doing anything with his penis. I tried my best to avoid having penetration and was relieved when we didn’t have to do it. I was so scared of getting pregnant, but deep down it may have been my body telling me that it wasn’t right. I was also relieved when I didn’t have to see him as much. I wanted to be away from him and felt relief when I broke up with him. It took me about a week to get over him.
The cycle almost began again when another guy pursued me but I wasn’t into it. He wanted to go out with me again and I panicked. I didn’t want to see him. All this time when I was dating boys, my sexuality was really repressed but it surfaced in cracks. I’d often create characters who were LGBT+ and the ones I was most obsessed with were often bisexual or lesbian. Most characters I created were never straight, but I turned them so because of my own internalized homophobia. I dealt with it a lot for two years and even showed discontentment with others who were openly queer. I think it was because I myself deep down knew I was like them but was afraid to be ‘different’ due to backlash. I had crafted and dressed myself in a way to be palatable to the opposite sex. I had this deep craving to ‘fit in’, so much so that I neglected my own sexuality and in a way a part of myself.
This year, I met another girl who I fell for. I began to crush hard on her and fell head over heels for her. She made me feel good about myself for once in my life. She was beautiful, kind, smart and had a wicked sense of humor. She was like a dream to me. She was my catalyst. I wanted to kiss her and hold her close. We fell asleep on the phone with each other every night and spend hours talking to each other. It was like two peas in a pod we clicked so well. I also craved her touch, her body, her skin against mine, what her lips felt like. I took notice of the little things in her from the curve of her jaw to the color of her eyes. I wrote her letters and picked flowers that I wanted her to see. I wanted to talk to her all the time.
Although our relationship was short, I will forever thank her for lighting the fire again of my sexuality. When I began talking to her, I began to take notice of girls so much more. My gaze averted from that I had learned to that of what I wanted. Pretty girls made me so nervous and I felt like my damn 14 year old self again. It was like being a kid in a candy store, I was so damn happy! I even bought pride merchandise for the first time in forever. I was okay with being gay. However, I should have never brought it up with any of my family. They said that they’d like me to end up with a boy, asked if I have talked to any boys yet, said I haven’t found the right guy, I’m just x sexuality, etc.
Now I’m scared once again and want to go back into the closet. I’m keeping this close to me. It’s my dirty little secret I guess. Questioning doesn’t help either. I doubt myself all the time and ‘test’ myself to see if I am attracted to men. I feel as if I have to ‘double-check’ to see if I am truly gay. It’s the damn doubt all over again. I also punish myself if I look at girls in a sexual way. Girls in the past thought I had touched them and I felt like a dirty pervert, hell my friend even thinks so. It’s hard for me to allow myself to like women again. I don’t want to be seen as a predator or trying to use them as an experiment. I just want a girl to love and give my all to. I want to be the best damn person I can be for my future girlfriend/wife and I’ll be damned if I can’t do that.
All of this questioning process is so confusing. Am I a lesbian? Am I bi? Maybe I’m just a straight girl in denial doing this because I’m lonely. Fuck who knows. I just know that after being with a woman, I sure as hell don’t want to go back. My attraction to men has regressed. Maybe I’m in a bi-cycle, or maybe it’s my lesbian awakening. Only time will tell. Most queer women I have talked to agree that I am a lesbian. When I call myself gay or lesbian. It makes me feel good, but I feel as if I have to resort to bisexual just in case “Mr. Right” comes along. But he probably never will. In fact, he probably never existed.
I’ve had elaborate fantasies about romance but I never saw a clear face of who the “man” was supposed to be. When I fantasize about sex, I was never there unless it was with another woman, never a man. Another woman always took that place and I’d view it from third person, like watching porn. Women light a fire in me that men do not. I’ve gotten turned on by their bodies and touch in a way that I haven’t with guys. Hell if I know why, but I do. Maybe I really am just gay and that’s okay. Maybe I am a lesbian after all. The word isn’t so “dirty” anymore.
Reading back over this reflection from how I feel about my sexuality back in august, it still really rings true to how I feel. I know I experienced attraction to men in the past, but now I feel more attracted to women more than anything. I hate how my brain tries to make me think that this will all be temporary and I will go back to a straight lifestyle eventually, but deep down I know this is what I want. Not going to lie, I don’t like talking about sexuality with anyone irl other than some of my own friends who also experienced the same thing. I tend to keep things under lock and key because I don’t want people to know about my bisexuality. I can’t change who I am yet I continue to try and disprove that I am attracted to women and try to prove that I am more attracted to men despite not really feeling that way anymore. My sexuality isn’t “fluid”, but my preferences have changed. I just wanna be with a woman possibly in the long run and if I never experience any attraction to a man again, nothing is lost for me. I tend not really to go out of my way to interact with men other than friendships just because it’s not something that I necessarily care for. I just gravitate towards spending time with other women and idk why. I know that’s not indicative of my sexuality or anything. Nothing is indicative of it other than who’ve I’ve been attracted to which is women and men. I hate being bisexual too if I’m going to be honest. There’s no basis for my attraction and experiences vary so wildly that I can’t always relate to anyone but go off what I feel.
Maybe some of the way I act is performative because I wanna escape the idea of being with a man. Maybe if I find the “perfect man”, I can learn to be with him and spend my life with him indefinitely. But that relationship with a man just seems so...unsatisfying. I just can’t do it. With women though, I think I can be with one in the long run. I have my own fears of actually not liking it or that I’m gonna react in a similar way to when I was with men in that something felt off all the time, but I’m unsure if that will happen. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to fall in love with a woman or want to spend my life with one. This all sounds very contradictory I know but this is me getting out my own thoughts. I honestly don’t think I want to be with men again. Does this make me a febfem? Maybe, but I also know that a woman just sounds right to me.
#lgbt#lgb#lgbtq#q slur#I didn’t know that using queer was a bad word and I don’t like it that much tbh#to me it means nothing#lesbian#gay#bi#bisexual#bi woman#bi women#febfem#febfems
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hi I’m spooky welcome to my age regression blog! est nov 2020🐻 🌈 plz read my about below 🧇
intro 🧸
about my big self: real age is 21! as my big self im a boy. im still figuring out my name but thinking of artie! im bi, im an artist, im mixed white n latino! i live in the us
about my little self: my little age is somewhere from four to seven? idk I don’t rlly know what kids of different ages are like, i don’t hang out with them very much - i might not match a specific age milestone wise, specially cuz im autistic. i don’t feel as gendery when I’m regressed so they/them or he/him pronouns are good! i go by spooky or frog here but u can jus call me nicknames too :)
about my regression: regressing is something i do, or try to do, consciously, rather than an innate reaction. it’s a therapeutic technique for me. trying to vibe with the idea that it’s never too late to have a good childhood. mental health is pretty frequently shaky n regressing relaxes me and makes me happy! ill probably reblog aesthetic and positivity here and make some of my own moodboards and outfits and stuff and maybe art and activity sheets! activity likely to be irregular cuz i don’t have a very good memory and hyperfixations jump around a lot
about my brain: im autistic! i also have adhd! i got some trauma but i won’t talk about it here cuz this just Isn’t that space
community stuff: im not 100% sure of what the community rules are so im probably kinda noncom but i’ll tag with agere i spose. i post no ns/fw interaction or content or cg//I of any kind. edit: ill tag with cgre, nsre, csre too since these communities look like they’re safe and open! also i might be more age dreaming than age regressing but idk i do my best \_(ツ)_/
dni please: anti-regression/agedre (obviously), interaction from kink/nsfw blog, lgbt+phobic, pr0-4 or th1nsp(!), pro-a$, prom4p
other: im also a selfshipper and i’ll probably make agereg content of my f/o’s cuz i like relating to them, when i’m regressed i just think of them as my friends :) my f/o list is super obscure and distinct so if u recognize me from it shhhh no u don’t please
petre: i think petre sounds really fun and pet regressors are super cool people and automatically my friends, i haven’t tried it but i might cuz seem relaxing and freeing in a way
REG’d Info:
favorite foods 🧇
goldfish crackers, pbj, corn dog, soup, pretzels, peanut butter, brownies, cookies, ice cream, pizza, noodles, lofthouse cookies, appy slices, pancakes, waffles, granola bars, gogirt, cinnamon roll, peas, mnms
favorite things to do 🖍
activity sheets, drawing, coloring, watching tv and movies
favorite colors 🌈
blue, yellow, green, pink, purple
favorite vibes 🥞
cozy/yellow/honey/breakfast, halloween, elementary school, wonderland/tea parties/forests/mushrooms/whimsy, bedtime, winter, cookies and desserts, bright rainbows and colorful kids tv programming, nature and animals
favorite plushies 🦀
a pink pickles the frog, a turtle, a crab, a pink cuttlefish, a lamb
favorite animals 🐢
turtles, frogs, monkeys, bears, rats, bats, leeches, bunnies, cats, dogs, horseshoe crab, possums, toads
regression wishlist 👕
more boyish clothes! maybe some t shirts with animals on the front and stuff and some like big shorts. zoopals! and a pillow pet. oh and some coloring books! and maybe one of those subscriptions where they send you mysteries to solve :)
favorite kids’ characters 🧚
alice from Alice in wonderland, Winnie the Pooh, tigger, piglet, owl, eeyeore, pickles the frog, sumikko gurashi, curious George, Care Bears, Dora, Diego, snoopy, Calvin and Hobbes, Scooby doo and mystery inc, classic universal monsters, Pillow Featherbed, Crumbs Sugar Cookie, Spot Splatter Splash, Dollop Light N Fluffy, Toasty Sweet Fluff, Toffee Cocoa Cuddles, neopets, magic school bus, Oscar the grouch, Grover, count von count, some Disney, Kim possible, bedtime bear
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Omega Kids-Teen/Young Adult version
All the ages match up with what their actual age gap is. I’ve also added in which of the kids is a hero. If one of their parents has retired, that’s also noted in their bio. Plus their sexuality and a little fun fact for each of them!
Asha Nuri West-Wayne
Nicknames: Baby Flower, Lightning Bug
Age: 23
Sexual Orientation: Lesbian
Race: Mixed (Chinese, Arabic, Korean, Caucasian.)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Green
Species: Human
Parents: Irey West (Impulse) and Damian Wayne (Robin V)
Hero Status: Active “Robin”
Fun Fact: Has a Great Dane named Jamila that is one of Titus’s pups!
Charlotte “Charlie” Elisabeth Kent
Nicknames: Cowgirl, sweet girl, Starling, Charles,
Age: 23
Sexual Orientation: Demisexual
Race: Caucasian
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Brown
Species: Metahuman
Powers: Illusion Manifestation/telekenetically altering reality.
Parents: Mar’i Kent (Nightstar. retired) and Jon Kent (Superman)
Siblings: Peter (younger brother), M&M (younger sister), Laney (younger sister)
Hero Status: Not Applicable
Fun Fact: Charlie uses her powers to tell stories to kids at the local library and to calm animals.
Peter Jonathan Kent.
Nicknames: Buddy, kiddo, sweet boy, Starling.
Age: 21
Sexual Orientation: Allosexual
Race: Hispanic
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Species: Metahuman
Powers: Teleportation (If he knows a place or has seen a picture he can teleport there. Must be a real place though.)
Parents: Mar’i Kent (Nightstar. retired) and Jon Kent (Superman)
Siblings: Charlie (Older sister), M&M (younger sister), Laney (younger sister)
Hero Status: Not Applicable
Fun Fact: After doing a DNA test, Peter learned that his birth family comes from Mexico, Peru, and Brazil primarily. Jon and Mar’i have taken their family on vacations to each of those countries so Peter can learn about his heritage.
Mary Margaret “M&M” Kent
Nicknames: Sweet pea, Sweet baby, Em, Starling
Age: 17
Sexual Orientation: Asexual Homoromantic
Race: African-American
Hair Color: Dark, dark brown
Eye Color: Green (CAS Screwed up)
Species: Metahuman
Powers: Technopathy (ability to control technology with her mind.)
Parents: Mar’i Kent (Nightstar. retired) and Jon Kent (Superman)
Siblings: Charlie (older sister), Peter Kent (older brother) Laney (younger sister)
Hero Status: Active; name unknown.
Fun Fact:M&M looks up to Nell Little, Tam Fox, and Tiffany Fox as style icons and Tech mentors.
Laney Christine Kent
Nicknames: Laney Loo, Loo Loo
Age: 14
Sexual Orientation: Bi-Curious
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Blue
Species: Hybrid (Tamaranean, Krytponian, Human.)
Powers: None
Parents: Mar’i Kent (Nightstar. retired) and Jon Kent (Superman)
Siblings: Charlie (Older sister), Peter (older brother),M&M (older sister)
Hero Status: Active; name unknown
Fun Fact: Laney is super into Parkour. She insists it’s in her blood to jump off buildings.
Benjamin “Ben” James Wilkes
Nicknames: Mijo, Mi amor, Benny, Bud.
Age: 20
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Race: African-American
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: One green, one dark brown (heterochromia)
Species: Human
Parents: Milagro Reyes-Wilkes (Green Lantern) and Colin Wilkes (Abuse, retired)
Sibling(s): Max (younger brother)
Hero Status: Uknown
Fun Fact: Ben writes rapish style poetry-- using different rhyme styles to create a beat for whatever he’s talking about. His favorite poem is title “Family of Love”
Maximilian “Max” Jaime Wilkes
Nicknames: Mijo, Mi amor, Maxie, buddy.
Age: 14
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Race: Mixed (Hispanic, Caucasian)
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: brown
Species: Human
Parents: Milagro Reyes-Wilkes (Green Lantern) and Colin Wilkes (Abuse, Retired)
Sibling(s): Ben (older brother)
Hero Status: Unknown
Fun Fact: Max helps his mother design uniforms for new heroes to ensure their safety
Liliana “Lily” Grace Harper-West
Nicknames: Lilypad, Baby doll
Age: 17
Sexual Orientation: Lesbian
Race: Mixed (Korean, Vietnamese, Caucasian)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Species: Metahuman
Powers: Superspeed
Parents: Lian Harper-West (Little Red Hood) and Jai West (Velocity)
Sibling(s): Milly (identical twin sister, younger by 2 minutes), Luke (younger brother)
Hero Status: Active; Name Unknown
Fun Fact: Lily makes remixes of her mom’s songs and classics, hoping to be a DJ one day.
Melinda “Milly” Abigail Harper-West
Nicknames: Millypede, Baby doll
Age: 17
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Race: Mixed (Korean, Vietnamese, Caucasian)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Species: Metahuman
Powers: Superspeed
Parents: Lian Harper-West (Little Red Hood) and Jai West (Velocity)
Sibling(s): Lily (identical twin sister, older by 2 minutes), Luke (younger brother)
Hero Status: Active; name unknown
Fun Fact: Joins the soccer team once the meta ban is lifted. She never uses her powers, she’s just that good.
Lukas “Luke” Roy West
Nicknames: Lukey, bubba, Baby Jedi, Little Man
Age: 16
Sexual Oreintation: Straight
Race: Mixed (Korean, Vietnamese, Caucasian)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color:Brown
Species: Human
Parents: Lian Harper-West (Little Red Hood) and Jai West (Velocity)
Sibling(s): Lily (older sister), Milly (older sister)
Hero Status: Active, name unknown
Fun Fact: Inherited his Grandpa Roy’s knack for archery. He uses Roy’s old Bow in the field.
*Unknown- I haven’t decided what their status/name would be*
#Irey Park-West#Irey West#Damian Wayne#Jai Park-West#Jai West#speeddemon#speeding arrow#Lian Harper#colin wilkes#colin x milagro#milagro reyes#Jon Kent#jonathan samuel kent#mar'i grayson#superstar#omega squad#omega kids
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RULES: answer 20 questions (+6) and then tag 20 people you wanna know better!
Thanks for the tag @talkfastromance4!
NAME: Bridget
NICKNAME(S): Bird (close irl friend group), Bri (Tumblr/name I use at Starbucks) Sweet pea/lollybug/slow-poke-ahontas (thanks Mom...)
ZODIAC: Sagittarius
HEIGHT: 5′2
LANGUAGES: English, mediocre French, terrible Spanish (courtesy of mediocre French)
NATIONALITY: American
FAVORITE SEASON: Fall
FAVORITE FLOWER: None. I hate flowers. Combination of super bad allergies and preferring things that can be kept for longer than a few days. That being said, I have a rose preserved in gold. But just that flower is my favorite. I still hate all flowers, including roses. But that particular one is very special.
FAVORITE SCENT: BLUE! So like oceans and rain. Just things that smell soothing, ya know? So him, too. His shampoo, his soap. Those also smell blue to me.
FAVORITE ANIMAL: Giraffes (I liked them before I knew Luke Hemmings existed, okay?)
FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER: Ooo... that’s a tough one... uh... Finn Hudson (I’ve clearly had a thing for drummers before Ashton) or Peter Parker.
COFFEE, TEA OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot Chocolate any damn day.
AVERAGE AMOUNT OF SLEEP: About 8
FAVORITE COLOR: Red
DOG OR CAT PERSON: Dogs
NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Normally 2.
DREAM TRIP: Rome, Ireland, Paris
BLOG ESTABLISHED: This one? Nov. 2019. But, I have a different blog I’ve had since like 2011 but I don’t use it now I have this one.
FOLLOWER COUNT: 355 (Y’all! I love you!)
RANDOM FACT ABOUT ME: Uh... *tries to think of something cool* I took hiphop dance lessons when I was like 10 and going through hobbies like crazy. None of them took. Not soccer, not flute, not dancing. Doesn’t stop me from loving playing sports, trying to play music (guitar/singing), or dancing like a damn fool though.
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Bi
HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff
WHERE ARE YOU FROM: Los Angeles area, California, USA
WHY DID YOU START THIS BLOG: To have a place to share my writing. Making the friends I had in this is a great bonus (have I said I love you guys, yet?)
MOST RECENTLY PLAYED ALBUM: Oh, God, I don’t really listen to actual albums thanks to music streaming service. Speaking of music streaming service, Spotify says it’s 5sos’ self-titled album. Go figure.
Tagging time! (I’m just gonna use my tag list for stories): @goeatsomelife @flameraine @cashtonasff5sos @here-for-the-uproars @cxddlyash @1-irwin-94 @baldcalum @sparkling-chaos @tea4sykes @youngblood199456 @5-seconds-of-obsession
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Perspective: Nine
Dinner had been a painful affair. Bruce hadn’t been able to protect you from digs about your weight, your career, or well. Anything about you. The rare moments when Tanya had said anything complimentary had been backhanded. It made him realize why you never really enjoyed coming home. Why the holidays weren’t really something you looked forward to.
He’d not given you any room to protest, insistent that you come with him back to his hotel. Now, as he watched you fresh out of the shower, toweling your hair dry, you looked better. Like some of the tension had left you. He smiled a little and crossed the room to you, a towel wrapped around his waist. “Where’s your lotion, sweet pea?” he asked, kissing you softly. “In my bag,” you say smiling.
He fetches it handily and kneels at the edge of the bed in front of you. He reaches for the towel gently. Your cheeks color and you look away, shy after having your body critiqued relentlessly. “Y/N,” Bruce pressed gently, cupping your cheek, “Baby. Don’t be shy. Not with me.” He strokes your thigh gently and kisses along your collar bones, “I’ve been waiting for this since I left your apartment the last time,” he murmurs, “I love you. So much precious. You’re so perfect. Everything I never knew I needed.” He didn’t let up, kissing tenderly and soothing what ached until you relented and let him pull your towel away gently. He knew he could have just told you to and you would have. But you wouldn’t have been as soft under his hands as you are now. You would have been tense and uncomfortable and he hated that. He liked you soft and looking up at him with wide trusting eyes. He liked you melting into his touch.
He warmed lotion between his hands and opened your legs gently to smooth lotion up your thighs before nuzzling into your belly. “So pretty,” he hums, “sweetheart, I had the worst flight home thinking about you.” You card fingers through his hair and smile, “Oh?” you ask. He pulled you to your feet to lavish attention on your bottom, rubbing lotion into the skin lovingly. “I spent the whole flight thinking about spanking this ass until you’re begging for me to fuck you,” he rumbled softly, kissing your hip. Your breath hitches and he laughs softly. “Bruce,” you say, swallowing hard. He grins unrepentant, “Not tonight though, baby,” he said softly, “Tonight I’m not patient enough to tease you that long. I need you. I missed you.” You settle on his lap when he sits on the edge of the bed and kiss his jaw. “Then you take what you need,” you soothe, nuzzling the stubble on his jaw. “I just need you,” he said softly, “I need to know you’re comfortable.” You snuggle into his arms and sigh, “I’m getting there,” you murmur. You feel too big to be sitting on his lap but the warmth of his skin and his arms around you tenderly make it hard for you to move. Bruce tilts your chin up and kisses you slowly, licking into your mouth, hungry and eager.
You melt and he pins you to the bed tenderly, kissing down your body before he fumbles for a condom out of the drawer where he put them. He parts your thighs and snugs himself at your entrance, propping himself on his elbows and covering your face in sweet kisses. “I love you,” he whispers. “I love you, too,” you tell him softly. He pushes into you, claiming your lips in a soft kiss.
Bruce was slow about it, basking in the feel of you. He adored this. Your warmth and the feel of your arms around his neck, your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer. “Good girl,” he praises softly when you come apart for him, hiding your face his shoulder. When he comes, panting and crying out quietly he covers your face in tender kisses and rests his head on your chest as he softens inside you. “Bruce,” You whisper, “I’m so glad you’re here.” He climbs off of you gently and tucks blankets around you to keep you warm while he’s gone. He cleans up and comes back, pulling you into his arms tenderly. “I’m glad I’m here too,” he says, “I wasn’t kidding when I told you you were everything I never knew I needed.” You look up at him and smile softly, “I’m nothing special.” Bruce swats your ass and growls softly, “Don’t be mean to my girl,” he rumbles. “But I’m not,” you say swallowing hard. “You’re everything,” he says, “you’re so much more than you realize... I should be sending Steve flowers. Every fucking day for making me go with Tony to that speaking engagement. I never realized how much I was missing all these years. Between being on the run and denying myself any serious relationships. Baby, you’re home for me. Something I never thought I’d have. I never knew home could be a person.” He smiles and kisses your forehead, “You’re such a marshmallow,” you tease him softly, “giant green rage monster by day, marshmallow by night.” Bruce snorts, “And you’re a brat but I don’t mind.”
In the quiet, listening to his heartbeat, you feel safe. It’s the first time you’ve been home since your grandma died that you’re comfortable. When Bruce clicks out the light, sensing that you need to be coddled more than you need sex, he obliges easily. He could go again, at least a couple more times. But you’re clinging to him, craving the simple intimacy of being held. Of being comforted. Something he now understands you probably didn’t get enough of. At least not from your parents. “Baby?” he asked softly, “Are you alright?” You sigh, “Better now that you’re here,” you tell him. He hums softly and kisses your hair. You look up at him, “You don’t just like me because I’m fat, right?” He grips you a little tighter and mentally curses your mother. “Of fucking course not,” he rumbles, “I love you. Your weight has nothing to do with any of it. I adore your curves. They definitely caught my eye that morning, but your heart. The way you took care of your client. That... That caught my attention.” He swatted your backside, “I like your body. It’s attractive to me, but I couldn’t give a fuck less about your size.” You make a soft noise and snuggle close, “Just checking,” you murmur. He smiled a little, “Check as often as you need to, baby. The answer isn’t going to change.”
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