#some poetry to begin my day 💕

[dionysianfreak]

in life, i sing the names of my Gods—my King and Queen. Zeus and Hera dearest, whom watch over us and offer us comfort from the pain of our threaded lives. in the heavens above where all life has and will come. She will teach me to love deeper than I have ever known and He will shake down my foundations to help me build them stronger. I will reach my hand out to my fellow life, a stranger that waters the plants of a home I do not live in. my life will celebrate the world and the ways my time here will change it.

in death, I will finally breathe the names of my Gods—my new King and Queen eternal. Kore and Plouton whom dwell deeper than i will ever know. below the soil where all life cultivates and will flourish. She will water the tears of my loved ones and He will offer them the riches of grief from which they will build a new life without me. I will return to the soil from where I came, sustenance for the children that come after me. my death will celebrate the earth and the future that will be built atop my bones.

#some poetry to begin my day 💕 #zeus #hera #kore #persephone #aidoneus #haides #helpol #poetry #poem #devotional poetry #hellenic polytheism #hellenic polytheist #greek gods #theoi #hellenic pagan #personal #freaky ramblings

[basketonthedoorstepofthefbi]

Hello!!! I have a request if that’s okay with you. 💕

Would you maybe write a Spencer x quiet!reader? Where she doesn’t have the courage to talk to him because she’s too shy?

I don’t really have a plot in mind so that’s up to you!! I’m sorry I couldn’t come up with any ideas but hopefully it lets you write whatever you want. Thank you for taking the time to read this. And I read your other stories, you’re so underrated and amazing I love your wording when you write. 🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hi Mary!! Thank you so much for your kind words c:

I did my best c: I hope you like it!

Round Table (Spencer Reid x shy!gn!reader)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x shy!gn!reader (if not gn please let me know, but I'm fairly certain it is!)

Word Count: 1538

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, but besides that none?

A/N: this was so fun c: i am really enjoying challenging myself with your guys' requests. hope you enjoy!!

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You were an incredibly anxious person, which, honestly, was okay. You tried not to let your anxiety hinder your life too much, but like any other human being, sometimes it got in the way. It was frustrating, sure, knowing that a situation would be so much easier if you weren’t so anxious about it, but you reminded yourself often that you weren’t perfect, and neither was anyone else. 

Some people were afraid of heights, of the ocean, of needles. Some people had trouble going out into crowds or grew overstimulated in public places. 

You? You were painfully shy. There was always an adjustment period to being around new people.

Baristas, the bus driver, pharmacy techs, cashiers at the grocery store - you did just fine. But those were one-time interactions, brief discussions that you could compartmentalize. 

They came with a script to follow, with cue cards already queued up in your head as they occurred. You could put on an emotional mask for five minutes while the nurse at the clinic gave you a flu shot. You could smile and speak in your special voice labeled Getting Coffee, an octave higher than you usually spoke, in order to acquire your much-needed beverage. There was a clear goal in mind with each of these dialogues. Sure, you didn’t present as the most confident person in the world, but you always made it through conversations like these without stumbling over your words or being too terribly awkward.  

You didn’t succeed as much with deeper connections, with ones that took time to cultivate. You were a guarded person to begin with, with only a handful of people you felt truly close to. Vulnerability had always been difficult for you, but you supposed you were in the majority on that front. It took a while to become comfortable around coworkers, extended family, hell, even your therapist. You had to have time to adjust, to settle in. 

A lot of people in your life thought you were just socially awkward or even an agoraphobe, but you didn’t mind being around people. It was the intimacy, the connection, the having to give away little pieces of yourself, that made you anxious. It kept you from participating in conversations most of the time, usually only speaking unless spoken to. 

You liked your job as a linguistics and handwriting analyst in the FBI for that very reason. You didn’t have to say much  to people unless it was related to a case. With a clear goal in mind, a threat to neutralize, you could turn on that mechanical part of your brain that spouted off facts, information, theories. You didn’t have to tell anyone about your weekend, about your hopes and dreams or your favorite foods. 

You were consulting on a case for the Behavioral Analysis Unit - a serial killer who stalked his victims months before their murders, sending handwritten letters and using poetry to taunt them. Your supervisor had asked you to collaborate with the BAU, sending you to the sixth floor on your own. 

For the last two days, you’d been working closely with Dr. Spencer Reid - Spencer, he insisted you call him. Just a couple of years older than you, but still very young for his role in the FBI. He was friendly,  and very smart, and he rambled on about all kinds of things - 

Everything, actually. The Chinese food you’d had for lunch on the first day? He explained the origin of fortune cookies. Did you know their first appearance in the US was in San Francisco in the late 1800s? 

Pointing out a Dickinson line in one of the UnSub’s letters? Did you know only ten of Emily Dickinson’s poems were actually published when she was alive and the rest were posthumous? 

You often just nodded along and smiled, occasionally throwing in an oh, that’s very interesting to appear as an active listener. And you were an active listener. You did genuinely think he was interesting, and you found his info dumps to be incredibly endearing. But your contributions to the conversation were abysmal in comparison.

Beyond discussing patterns in the UnSub’s letters and what it might mean for each victim, you had no other fascinating information to share. You didn’t do well with small talk, and Spencer didn’t ask you any overtly personal questions. 

It wasn’t until close to the end of the second day spent in the conference room of the BAU’s office that Spencer asked you a direct question about yourself. 

There were three evidence boards set up, all full of scanned copies of the letters, each one pinned up meticulously by you and Spencer the day before. The large round table in the room had letters stacked out all around it, each one bagged in protective plastic. 

Spencer was standing in front of the evidence boards with his arms crossed over his chest, studying the photocopies with his head inclined to the side. 

He broke the silence you had been slowly settling into the past two days. “Your supervisor said you had a specialization in poetry?” 

You nodded, stepping over to the table and carefully lifting one of the letters up. You liked how he spoke as if you two were in the middle of a conversation, when in fact, it had been totally silent for the past half an hour, save for the soft puttering of the air conditioning vent.

“Studied a lot in undergrad,” you squeaked out, clearing your throat as you held the letter up the fluorescent light above you to examine the stationary. 

“What university did you attend?” Spencer asked, and you turned your head to find him inclining his head to the side. He actually wanted to know? 

“I went to Bennington College to study poetry,” you said softly, suddenly finding it difficult to focus on the letter in your hand. “But I went to graduate school at Georgetown. Master’s in Linguistics.” 

“Really? That’s fascinating,” Spencer commented, which caught you by surprise, especially because he didn’t sound the least bit sarcastic. “That combination of degrees is exceedingly rare. Generally people who major in poetry often either go on to complete as far up as a doctorate in the subject or  they stop at a Bachelor’s degree. The latter statistically don’t end up working in a field related to poetry, either, so their degree is basically useless.” 

You weren’t sure if you were supposed to be offended by that, so instead you just nodded your head politely. “Okay,” you murmured, biting your lip. 

“Can I ask you another question?” Spencer asked, and set the letter in your hand down on the table. You smoothed your hands over the fabric of your shirt and nodded. “Do I… do I make you uncomfortable?” 

You shook your head. “No,” you said assuredly, and then, a little more hesitantly, “…why would you ask me that?” 

Spencer turned to face you. “You’re just very quiet unless we’re discussing the case. Which is fine, of course, but I just… I don’t know. I thought maybe you were annoyed by me or I said something to offend you.” 

You felt guilt spread over you and your cheeks turned pink. The last thing you’d wanted was to make anyone feel bad who didn’t deserve it. And the very kind, helpful, and adorable Dr. Spencer Reid was the furthest from deserving to feel bad. 

 “I just don’t talk a lot,” you tried to explain. Your hand rubbed the spot where the top of your chest met the skin of your neck, an anxious habit you’d had for years. “I mean, I do with people I know, and that’s not to say I dominate the conversation by any means, but I just…” you realized you were rambling. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” you added, your voice just above a whisper. 

“Thank you,” Spencer’s lips flickered into a straight-lined smile, one you had seen several times over the past few days, often when unintentional eye contact was made across the table. “For clarifying, I mean, that I didn’t offend you.” He cleared his throat, and leaned against the round table, standing just a few feet from you. Still a very professional and comfortable distance, but closer than he had been before. “So, does that mean that if we got to know each other, you’d talk more?” The corners of his lips spread out and his smile grew. 

You tore your eyes away from his to look at the letter in your hand, the protective plastic around it crinkling between your fingers. You weren’t actually looking at the letter, though. You’d just needed somewhere - anywhere - else to look. “That’s generally how it goes,” you murmured, biting your lip. 

“So, if I were to, for example, ask you to meet me for dinner sometime, could the getting to know each other happen there?” 

Your eyes fluttered over to Spencer’s and you saw him smiling. You could tell by how he looked at you, with his head inclined just slightly to the side, that he was being fully serious. You nodded, unable to control the small smile on your face. 

Spencer grinned, and you could tell he couldn’t resist when he spoke again. “So, is that a yes?” 

#spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #basketonthedoorstepofthefbi #criminal minds spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x gn reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fic #spencer reid x self insert

[andromeda4004]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @carry-the-sky, thank you!

How many works do you have on ao3?

7 (8 by the weekend!)

What's your total ao3 word count?

276,499

What fandoms do you write for?

Exclusively Good Omens at this point, not that I don't enjoy others. But the more I give myself permission to write for fandoms, the less likely I am to ever get around to finishing off my own OCs' story.

Top five fics by kudos:

Morningstar Abbey (Regency AU, T rated, 116K)

Mission: Ineffable (spy action AU, M rated, 25K)

Vaster than Empires (non-angsty S3, E rated, 5K)

The Serpent of the Loch (historical crack, T rated, 8K)

Antoinette (1920s wives AU, T rated, 118K)

Do you respond to comments?

As much as possible, although it does sometimes take me a while. I prefer to do them at my laptop than on my phone (typing is quicker) so sometimes I catch them up in a batch.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That would be The Truth I cannot Speak, a post-1827 Edinburgh diary entry from Aziraphale where he reflects on all the things he cannot tell Crowley, and might not ever get the chance to now. That one has poetry!

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I do tend towards the happy ending for preference, but I guess Morningstar Abbey would be happiest, since it ends drinking wine in the garden the day after the wedding 💕

Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet, I haven't.

Do you write smut?

I do now! Vaster than Empires was the first E rated fic I've shared, and I have a new one coming out this weekend for the High Pollen Count sex pollen event.

Craziest crossover:

Mission: Impossible, probably! Although that's not a crossover, it's a human AU. I haven't written a classic crossover yet, and I don't know that I will, it's not quite my style.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of, and I've only been doing this just over a year, so seems unlikely.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet, but one lives in hope!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I would love to! I do like beta reading and providing some collaborative suggestions when people are looking for them, so I suspect I'd enjoy formally co-writing something with an author I clicked with.

All time favorite ship?

It's got to be the Ineffable Husbands/Wives/Partners. The ship that keeps on giving!

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I try to focus as much as possible when writing, to avoid having too many half-done works at once, so I don't have any WIPs which are languishing at the moment. Except for my original work, but that will get finished, just quite slowly!

What are your writing strengths?

Plots and dialogue. I like to tell a story, a whole thing, with lots of developed characters and psychology and subplots, which leads me to the weakness...

What are your writing weaknesses?

Stopping! All my fics end up longer than I was hoping because I can't stop writing them! And on the smaller scale, simple things like working out where to stop a scene, I just can't do it! Rather, I can because I've worked at it, but it has been effort to get better at this.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Love it. I'm fluently bilingual, and have basic functional language skills in two or three more (or I do with a bit of warm-up!), but verbal is not the same as written, so I do try to get a native speaker to beta anything more than a word or two.

First fandom you wrote in?

In the beginning... the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.

Yep, first fandom I remember writing things for was H2G2, back in the 90s when everything was on paper. Although I have been in fanclubs since Discworld as a teenager and further back I think Redwall as a kid?

Favorite fic you've written?

No, don't make me pick! They're all lovely! Although probably Mission: Ineffable, because I'm currently enjoying revisiting that AU to work on a sequel.

tagging! (no pressure!): @afrenchwriter @sabotage-on-mercury @suavissimapenna @hotcrosspigeon @homemadeapplecider @voluptatiscausa and anyone else who sees this and wants to play :)

#tag game #fic writers ask game

[soracities]

Do you have any poetry/poet/anthology recommendations centered around sadness, or some sort of loneliness and despair?

I ask because I have found that when I read some of your posts, they reveal to me a truth I had not known before. Only through reading of pain and suffering do I begin to understand my own

Very sorry for what you're going through, anon ❤️‍🩹 I think when it comes to loneliness the most comforting thing I've read was not poetry but The Lonely City by Olivia Laing which is such a deeply honest but also affirming book. I would also suggest Journal of a Solitude by May Sarton, or Black Coffee Blues by Henry Rollins. There are also some posts under this tag here. There's not much more I can offer than this unfortunately, but I sincerely hope you are able to find the words to give shape to what you're carrying and through them, some day, begin to carry yourself towards a lighter place. Sending you all my love 💕

#ask #anonymous #book recs

[lamnwar]

dhfjgj ok so i have never done an ask before but your writing is just*chef’s kiss* and idk i’m sitting in the depths of my affections for kagami rn and basically can you give us a kagami x fem! reader fluffy smut scenario?

i was honestly obsessed with your sfw piece “it just makes sense” esp the way you described him looking up at the sky in the beginning and thenbROUGHT IT BACK at the end was just agdjfshkfg poetry

kinda just want to have a pwp moment with a first meeting context.

bUT if this is too big an ask, i’m kinda craving that vibe, even if you could bless us with some shmexy crumbs following “it just makes sense” i’d be elated.

HIIII OMG SO SO SORRY I TOOK WAY TOO LONG FOR THIS ONE, I HAVE NO EXCUSE 😭 I was really excited to write this one, so I hope you're still looking for some love for Kagami bc I lowkey unlocked my affection for him writing this lmaooo anyways I hope you enjoy it <33 it's kinda accidental but I'm trynna make up for the tardiness by publishing on Valentine's Day so yeah 💕

Till The Rain Stops // Kagami Taiga x Fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

Context: in which the heavy rains get you to meet a beautiful stranger. All characters are 18+ for plot purposes.

Warnings: LISTEN it's kinda fluffy till I got feral so yeah, some fondling, nipple play, slight manhandling, oral (f! and m! receiving), unprotected sex (never have sex unprotected with a stranger irl please 😭), Kagami's big 🧎🏾‍♀️, he cums on reader's chest 🤭

“Shit” you swear under your breath, as you are greeted by an unexpected deluge just minutes after leaving your building.

You look up, startled by the millions of drops falling on you, drenching your entire body while you ponder how you’ve never figured that it was going to rain today. Maybe it’s because you’ve been out of touch with reality lately – it happens sometimes when things get overwhelming. So here you are, cursing yourself for not bringing an umbrella with you, and realizing that you don’t have many options but to find shelter somewhere dry. You run, protecting the content of your bag by holding it close to your chest. The sounds of your shoes in the puddles is barely heard over the violent thudding of the rain on all solid surfaces around. Evidently, at the sight of the first building on your path, you rush to enter it.

And that is when you see him. The squeak of his shoes on the wooden floor of the gymnasium follows each of his quick movements, till he jumps, time stopping momentarily as he reaches the hoop. You stare, stars in your eyes, like he is some weird invention of your imagination. But when he lands, you are brought back to reality. You silently watch as he dribbles around, swiping away the sweat of his face. He eventually stops, removing his shirt and throwing it to the side court. Except that the drench fabric lands at your feet and you both let out a gasp when your eyes meet. For what seems like an eternity, he stares at you, thick eyebrows torn at the sight of a complete stranger, wet from head to toes, standing here with these startled eyes.

“Do you need something?” his voice resonates in the empty gymnasium.

You can hear the rain drumming against the metallic roof, and you figure that you should say something.

“I uh… ran here, got caught in the rain” you explain.

His eyes don’t leave you for a second; you’re curious as to why at first, before looking down to see how your clothes cling to your body, exposing your figure to the gaze of a man you have yet to know the name of. Embarrassment gains you immediately, even more so when you realize that you have nothing to hide behind. He steps forward, and you realize just how big he is. As he stands a mere metre away from you, you are faced directly with his bare chest on which drops of sweat glimmer like he’s covered in glitter. As awkward as the situation is, you can’t ignore the sight before you; he is sculpted like a Greek god, the define lines of his muscles hypnotizing. Around his neck hangs a silver ring, and you ashamedly imagine tugging on it to pull his face closer to yours.

“God, you’re fucking wet” he remarks.

And upon hearing his voice again, your attention deviates to his face. You know that you have no idea who he is – there is no way you’d forget a face like his. His traits are of such finesse, a perfect mix of sharp angles and soft highlights, a raw beauty that makes you wonder, once again, if you are not hallucinating.

“I’m sorry to bother” you finally speak, “I just didn’t expect the rain so… can I stay here till I dry a bit and the situation calms down outside?”

“That ain’t my gymnasium, do as you please.”

His casual tone takes you aback. You haven’t really focused on his words ever since he’s opened his mouth, but you now take note of his tone; he talks like you’re acquainted and while this would have usually annoyed you, it just feels so natural coming from him. And you cannot hold yourself in any position to judge, not when you look like you do and more importantly, when you’ve been gawking at his shirtless torso all along instead of holding a conversation with him.

“Would you know where I can dry myself off?” you ask, looking down at the puddle forming at your feet.

“Oh yeah, you better do that” he raises his eyebrows.

From a gesture of the hand, he invites you to follow him, and you do so silently. You watch his back as he guides you, the size of it making you feel a bit bothered. You can feel some thoughts marching in your head, and knowing their nature, you chase them away. What kind of creep would you be, thinking about marking this gorgeous back with your nails while he thrusts into you? You cough, feeling terrible for being so ridiculously desperate for a man you barely know.

“I’m Kagami Taiga, by the way. I don’t think we’ve met before.”

Taiga. His name echoes in your head, sounding pretty. It fits him, you ponder, matching the energy you get from him.

“We haven’t met no, but it’s nice to meet you.”

You introduce yourself back, small talk issuing from your introduction till he opens the door of what you figure to be the lockers. His back stands in the middle of the room, and he invites you in.

“Got a towel hanged there” he points at the hangers, “and I don’t know about your clothes, but I think I might have an extra t-shirt for you.”

“You- you don’t have to!”

“Up to you girl, but…” he gets a black shirt out of his bag “if you want something warm and dry.”

He stands in front of you, a big hand holding out the piece of clothing to you. The proximity makes you gulp; he’s intimidating, yet incredibly attractive. And when your fingers graze his as you take his t-shirt, you get a whiff of his perfume – a mix of his natural scent and his deodorant. It doesn’t help your case: he smells heavenly. These thoughts rush in again: what would you do to get his scent on you? what would you do to be encased under his perfect body? Once again, you chase them away the best as you can, refocusing on the present moment.

“Thank you then, Taiga.”

“Taiga? Are we on first name basis already?” he smirks at you.

“Oh! Where are my manners…”

“Hey chill, I couldn’t care less. Call me what you want. Anyway, my name sounds good coming out of your mouth.”

On these words, he leaves the lockers and closes the door behind him, leaving you totally flustered. Come to think of it, he certainly doesn’t mean much by what he’s said – not only does he seem casual in his language, he’s also straightforward. But you can’t help the way you feel; having a hot guy saying that he likes the way you call his name isn’t a common occurrence (well, not as much as you’d like it to be). But again, you figure that you should keep your calm. It isn’t really like you now, is it? Maybe it’s the rain making you think and feel like a hormonal teenager, who knows.

So, you stand there in your underwear, patting your body dry. Your mind cannot get off your new encounter, not when it looks like it comes right off a rom-com. The only thing missing was the rose petals falling around Kagami when you first saw him, although you’d argue it felt like it. At the mere thought of him, you notice a heat in your chest, and you wonder if that may be a love at first sight situation. The thought is crazy – you are more of a realist, and as little as you understand of love, the idea of falling in love upon seeing someone for the first time is fairly crazy. So maybe it’s not love per se, but rather a deep state of infatuation, where the single fact that you are wearing his t-shirt makes you giddy, and you wonder how it’d feel to wake up in his clothes every morning, a piece of him always with you. It’s all crazy daydreams, making you feel out of yourself but at the same time, you’d argue that you can’t be blamed, because you deeply believe that the man you’ve met only minutes ago is objectively the kind to sweep anyone off their feet.

It doesn’t help your case, when you leave the lockers and see him practice his shooting, his form capturing your eyes. His movements are precise and elegant, in complete contrast with his force and the strong muscles that activate as he makes his shots. You are in awe, witness of something great, and questions flood your mind as you stand on the side court, hypnotized by him.

Who the hell is Kagami Taiga?

He goes to catch the ball under the nest after perfectly putting it in, strong hand dribbling it on the polished wooden floor, the sound echoing the beat of your own heart. It’s intriguing that you’ve never met him before. The gymnasium is just minutes away from your place, on your way to most places – whether it be the convenience store or the nearest bus station. You’re used to seeing people walk in and out of it, local teams coming for practice, or neighbours going in for their daily dose of physical activity. But not once have you seen him, and it can’t be that you’ve never noticed, because he’s definitely not the kind to go unnoticed. His fiery aura alone forces you to look his way, capturing all your senses and getting you to pay attention to nothing but him. And now that you see him practice, you note that he is not an amateur like most people coming to play here. With such abilities, he’s either a professional or just a pure genius.

“D’you ever play?” his voice resonates in the empty gymnasium.

It takes you out of your trance, and you look at him, meeting his raised eyebrows.

“I did real quick in P.E. but that’s just how far my history with basketball goes” you reply in all honesty.

He smiles, eyes deviating to the windows for a second. The rain hasn’t stopped, nor has it calmed down. You sigh at this vision, although some part of you wishes it never stops so you get to stay longer with Kagami.

“Wanna play? To pass time, you know” he proposes.

A heat gains your cheeks; it’s cute, you think, and you’d be dumb to not take the opportunity. You nod, trotting to join him on the court. You smile looking up at him.

“You’ll have to show me, sir.”

“Sir?”

“I ought to show you respect if you are to instruct me the ways of basketball.”

He raises an eyebrow before chuckling. The ball under his arm bounces to you, and you catch it in both your hands. You look at it, thinking about how it was looking smaller in his hand. You dribble a bit, getting use to the ball and they you look back at him, nicely waiting for instructions.

“Shoot” he says.

He stands in the sideline, hands on his hips as you suddenly feel nervous. Something about him observing your every move is scary, the thought of is judgement being cast on you, making your heartbeat faster. But you shake the feeling away as best as you can, getting into position and letting the ball fly to the basket. It bounces on the hoop before falling right in his hand.

“Are you going to correct my form?” you ask as he walks back to you.

“Do you want me to?”

“I… wouldn’t mind.”

You swear you see him blush, though it might just be the physical activity that makes the blood rush all over his body. Regardless, you feel his warm body as he comes closer, placing the ball in your hand and then standing behind you. It takes all of you in, your mind uncapable of focusing on anything else but the proximity between you. And when his fingers reach your arms, placing them as they should, you can hardly breathe.

“Now, I need you to bend your knees a bit” he speaks near your ear.

“Fuck.”

Your eyes open wide upon the realization that you’ve spoken out loud. You can’t get yourself to face him, or move a single bit, petrified that he’s heard you. Yeah, it could have been worse – you’ve certainly thought of worse ever seen you got here. But still, the way that word came out of your mouth, like a desperate whimper, is enough to translate the way you’ve been feeling about him.

“Did I do something wrong?”

His candidness surprises you – is he totally unaware of his charms? You can seize the opportunity to act like nothing happened, or… or you can get something more fun out of it.

“You’re cute Taiga, do you know that?”

You’ve never been so bold, and it feels thrilling to speak your mind rather than internally struggling with whatever goes on in your head.

“Cute? I’ve been told I’m a lot of things… but never cute” he reflects. “How am I cute?”

“Well,” you breath, “it’s cute that you can’t tell why being near you makes me swear out loud.”

Your fingers tighten around the ball, anticipating his answer.

“Oh?” he takes a moment, and feel him stand straight behind you before another, “oh” comes out, this one sounding more like a sound of realization.

He reaches behind you, taking you in an embrace for a quick second that feels like eternity before his hands catch yours on the ball.

“You’re a weird one” he remarks, “gawking at me and acting shy one time, and telling me I’m cute and making a move the other.”

“Listen” you try to justify yourself, “I have to make myself memorable, for the next time we meet.”

“Is that so?”

You gulp; his voice sounds so close to you that simply imagining the little space between your bodies makes you weak to the knees. You try to keep a semblance of composure, just for your own dignity, but it’s hard when he’s pressing at your back, bare skin emitting so much heat that you feel it through the fabric of the t-shirt you’re wearing.

“Well, I’m glad that you like me that much” he continues, “my weird one.”

“Should I take it as compliment? That I’m your weird one?”

“I imply that you’re mine. Isn’t it enough?”

You drop the ball, turning around to face him; and that is when it strikes you how close he is. Just centimetres away, his tall body towering over you as he stares, wondering what your next move is.

“I don’t know, I could be yours, yeah, but you should make me first.”

“Sure thing, how d’you want me to proceed?”

He glances at the window – the rain is nowhere near to stop, if anything, it’s pouring even more. The two of you are bound to stay in this gymnasium alone for an unpredictable amount of time. Sure, he has an umbrella, and the two of you could venture outside, confronting the ruthless drops till you both get home. But in comparison to the warmth you’re currently experiencing, it’d be foolish to break the moment, for you don’t know when another occasion as such will ever come.

“Start by giving me a kiss” you finally say, gathering all your confidence in that simple request.

He raises an eyebrow, a glimpse of something appearing in his red irises before he lets a short, cheeky smirk cross his lips as he comes closer. As the distance between you reduces, your mind runs at a thousand kilometres per hour. All of the sudden, you realize what is going on, how you’ve asked for something that you truly want and you’re about to get it. It has never occurred to you before that it can be that simple – you’ve seen him, you’ve immediately taken a liking to him, and now here you are.

His lips are soft against yours as his hands go to pull you closer by the waist. You reach for his face, fingers taking in every inch of his skin, and you can’t help but smile. The way he holds you and kisses you is heavenly – dreamlike, just like him. And it takes your eyes opening again for you to realize, once again, that you aren’t hallucinating. Under the sound of the rain, you kiss him again, more and more hungry for him, figuring that you shouldn’t try to rationalize what is happening. Sure, you are not a believer of love at first sight, but you can’t deny that everything about Kagami Taiga keeps pulling you in, like you want to be made for him, and him only.

“Now what?” he says against your lips.

You look at him, in search of an answer yourself. You could stop everything at this very instant, which would be the sensical thing to do all things considered – you barely know the guy, and a public gymnasium isn’t the most romantic place ever. But at the same time, the tension between you is unbearable, and not listening to your deepest instincts feels wrong.

“Have you ever had sex in the locker room, Taiga?”

The basketball player does not expect you to reply to his question by another one, much less one like that. But this time, he doesn’t take long to connect the dots and understand your intentions.

“I’m about to” he replies, fingers intertwining with yours as he takes you to the locker room.

You laugh as you follow him, feeling like two teenagers about to make a silly mistake, and in some ways, maybe this is what it is. But you couldn’t care less, not when his lips find yours again as he pulls you up, legs wrapping around his waist. You make a mess of his hair, fingers tracing down to the silver chain around his neck before you get to the ring, pulling on it. He gasps, surprised by how you tug him closer and you feel his grip on your bottom get stronger. He almost stumbles, landing on the bench.

“Do I sweep you off your feet, big boy?” an amused smile painted on your face.

“You fucking do” he retorts.

You laugh softly, enjoying the way he looks at you. It is so warm, so humane. The man that you’ve thought to be a miracle upon first entering this gymnasium is right here, so close to you that it is impossible to doubt his existence. You can’t deny it, not when he lifts his t-shirt off your body to leave kisses on your neck and chest. Not when he removes your bra and swears under his breath at the sight of your gorgeous tits. Not when his big hands fondle your breasts, and he goes to suck on your harden nipples to get the sweetest moans out of your lips.

“Fuck, Taiga” you breathe out.

“What is it, my pretty one?”

The name he calls you by makes you waver, and you can’t help but smile at him.

“I’m your pretty one now, huh? No longer weird?”

“You’re both, how about that?”

“I’ll take that, but can your pretty one get some love down there now? I’m growing impatient here!”

He laughs at your straightforwardness, while you yourself are still trying to wrap your head around the fact that you’ve actually spoken these words without hesitation. It amazes you, how he manages to put you at such ease, like you’ve always known each other. Yet, you sit here on his lap, curious as ever to discover everything about him because despite the way you feel, you are still strangers. It’s a sort of excitement that takes over you when he grabs you again like you weight nothing, then lays you on the bench. The cold surface against your hot skin gives you goosebumps, but you cannot care less – your attention is entirely focused on the man removing your pants, followed by your underwear, an ecstatic look painting his face at the sight of your cunt.

“Shit, you’re so fucking hot” he outright remarks, hands roaming on your thighs.

You feel blood rush to your face, part of you embarrassed to be examined by the eyes of the handsome stranger, part of you extremely aroused by the prospect of what is to come.

“Can I taste you?”

“Please” you nod eagerly.

He doesn’t waste a minute, spreading your legs further apart and getting a comfortable place in between them. Half-lidded eyes look up to you while he marks your skin of his lips, hot breath fanning on your erected clitoris. You bite your lips, keeping in the sounds that menace to come out; he’s barely done anything yet, but you are already melting, the simple sight of him between your legs being its own aphrodisiac. However, you cannot keep your silence when he takes a first laps, separating your lips to have access to your clitoris. He reaches the bundle of nerves, sucking on it languidly, though you feel that he is holding back his true hunger. Something almost animalistic animates the red-haired boy, each stroke of his skilled tongue leaving you speechless – only moans and incoherent mumbles leave your throat.

“Taste so fucking good” he groans as he feists on you.

You can’t even voice out an answer, hips desperately bucking forward to communicate your needs. He is, there again, quick to understand, and his strong arms wrap around your legs as he pulls you closer, keeping his hold as he buries himself in the heavenly warmth of your pussy. He’s messy, hungry, insatiable. You whine – it feels like too much already, and you are just seconds away from your orgasm. Your thighs clench, the knot in your stomach unravelling as you bend against the surface of the bench.

He barely has the time to get out of the embrace of your legs that you pull his face towards yours, desperately kissing him, getting the bittersweet taste of you on your tongue. You’re in a state that is unknown to you, wanting – needing – everything of him. Kagami Taiga has you so desperately in need for him, that your hands rush to the band of his basketball shorts, big doe eyes looking up at him as you beg:

“I want to suck your dick, please!”

This time, Taiga looks surprised by your eagerness. Though he’s appreciated the honesty you’ve demonstrated lately, seeing you so hungry for him takes him aback. The surprise, however, isn’t unwelcomed. As a matter of fact, he looks at you with stars in his eyes – elated that a girl like you, can want him so much. A simple stranger, yet one that has already turned his life around in the few hours you’ve got to spend together.

“Fuck, I can’t refuse shit to my pretty one” he smiles, fingers caressing your cheeks.

You are quick to free his hard cock of all fabric, taking an instant to admire it. Its size is impressive – though proportional, considering how tall and large he is; and from the way it looks, proud and beautiful, you can only crave it more. Your hands wrap at the base and give a few slow strokes, fingers exploring his length curiously. His tip calls for the warmth of your mouth, and you yield; your tongue licks gently, descending to the shaft before you leave a soft kiss to the tip. You look up, the sight of his immense body folding under your delicate touches. And the second you take him in, welcoming his cock in the tender embrace of your cheeks, he is nothing but a mess, big hands pushing your head closer as you choke a bit on his length.

“You can take me in, can’t you?”

You whine a response with a mouth full, proving him just right as he reaches the back of your throat. Tears gather at the corner of your eyes, making them look like celestial skies, and you ravish at the way you make him feel. His heavy panting and the occasional swearing leave you more wet than you already are, and it takes everything in you to keep going instead of stopping and fuck yourself on his dick. However, patience has never been one of your virtues, and you let him go in a sloppy “pop”. His hand comes to your face, forcing you to look at him as he looks for an answer.

“I’m sorry Taiga, but I can’t wait any longer” you confess.

He helps you up, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips, which startles you. You couldn’t expect such response to what you just did and said, but the more you get to know him, the more you understand that he isn’t your average guy. No, where another man would be impatient and apathic, Kagami is surprisingly kind, perfectly understanding you and your body and indulging into you without thinking twice. He is genuine in a way that makes your heart flutter, so you really can’t blame yourself for wanting him so deep in you, that he forever leaves his mark.

“How does my pretty one want me, hm?”

“I don’t fucking care, I just want you.”

He laughs taking you by the hips before laying you back on the bench. As he spreads your legs wide for him, you look at his figure hovering over you. He is incredibly beautiful; you reflect at the sight. Beside his divine body, his face is one that you wish to always see, one that you’d paint the portrait of.

And it just strikes you at this moment, that you might actually be in love with his face.

Maybe it is truly love at first sight, as absurd as it sounds, maybe it just was a destined encounter. How else can you explain that you feel just right for each other? That he knows how to please your body without you having to say anything? How else can you explain the absolute bliss you feel hearing him groan in your ear? Or the way his hips buck harder when you chant his name like a prayer?

“So fucking good” he grunts as his fingers find your clit.

Your eyes barely stay open, but in a last moment of control over your blissed out body, your finger hook the ring around his neck, pulling him towards your face. Your lips find his in yet another of these heated, needy kisses. Your moans get lost in his mouth and you shake, feeling your orgasm approaching.

“Taiga…” you try to warn him.

“Fuck, are you cumming, yeah? Are you gonna milk me, pretty one?”

You fail to word out an answer, instead whining like the needy girl you are. So needy, for him, for all of him. His thrusts keep going till you finally reach your climax, his name leaving your lips as you feel your insides explode. He keeps going, your clenching walls taking him to the edge. Just as he feels himself on the verge of his own orgasm, he pulls out, stroking his cock till you hear your name in a moan, hot strings of white painting your chest. And everything that you’ve imagined since first meeting him, all these thoughts you were ashamed of and try to repress, they all suddenly take a taste of reality.

Because in Taiga’s attempt of making you his, you’ve ended up making him yours.

“It’s still raining outside” he remarks as he pulls your tired body towards his.

He strokes your hair while you listen carefully to the drops falling on the roof. It sounds like the rain has calmed down, but it is not your intention to leave anytime soon.

“I just kinda want to stay with you till the rain stops, and maybe even after.”

#sorry again for taking so long #i hope you love it <3 #i really loved that request :) #knb #kuroko no basuke #kagami taiga #knb x reader #kagami x reader #knb smut #kagami smut

[sappy-witch]

February Magick 🌹

Hello darlings 🥰

As we enter the month of February, it's time to embrace the energy of love and self-care. Here are some herbs, crystals, and other tools that you can incorporate into your magic this month and their corresponding properties:

🌿HERBS: 

Rose: love, romance, and friendship. 

Damiana: passion, lust, and sexual energy. 

Passionflower: relaxation, calm, and love. 

Hibiscus: self-love, healing, and protection. 

Mugwort: intuition, dreams, and psychic ability.

💎CRYSTALS: 

Rose Quartz: love, compassion, and emotional healing. 

Rhodonite: self-love, forgiveness, and emotional balance. 

Garnet: passion, sensuality, and grounding. 

Amethyst: spiritual growth, inner peace, and healing. 

Moonstone: intuition, creativity, and new beginnings.

���️CANDLES: 

Pink: love, friendship, and compassion. 

Red: passion, courage, and strength. 

White: purity, peace, and new beginnings.

🔥INCENSE: 

Rose: love, sensuality, and romance. 

Jasmine: love, sensuality, and spiritual connection. 

Vanilla: love, sensuality, and relaxation.

🎉CELEBRATIONS: 

February 1st - Imbolc (also known as Candlemas or Brigid's Day): this marks the halfway point between the winter solstice and the spring equinox. It's a time of purification, renewal, and welcoming the return of the light. Some ways to celebrate Imbolc include lighting candles, performing a ritual bath, and making offerings to Brigid, the goddess of healing, poetry, and smithcraft.

February 14th - Valentine's Day: a day of love and romance, and it's also a great time to practice self-love and care. Take some time to pamper yourself, do something that makes you feel good, and express gratitude for the love in your life.

Remember, the magic is within you, and these tools are here to support and enhance your practice. Use them with intention, gratitude, and respect.

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[nena-96]

I'm intrigued by Bella's poetry 👀👀

Hey @abihastastybeans (I hope you don’t mind my rambling 😅… then again would I even be Nena, if I didn’t 🧐)

Oooh, I didn’t think you’d choose that one 👀 I’m glad that you did, because it’s one of my favorites. It’s for the Ladies of HP fest (but not sure if it’s for Women of the House of Black or Character Chic 🤔 I’ll have to find out) also tagging @celestemagnoliathewriter and @merlinsbudgiesmugglers since their stories made me love the Black sisters more than I did before.

Bella’s poetry… let’s see I got this idea from a telenovela called, Alguien te Mira (Someone’s watching you. It’s a thriller/suspense). In my opinion this novels is by far the best novela that I’ve ever watched! and the song: You still love me is perfect for this witch.

Anywho, let me get back to the answering your question, I’ll talk about this fic because I fear that if I drop a snippet I might end up showing the entire fic 😅😅

Bella’s Poetry of her Victims (title will change!) is set with her in Azkaban, (but also you’ll see some flashbacks in this fic) You know how prisoners sometimes draw lines on the walls, signifying the days that past?

At first Bella does this but then she realizes why be like the rest of the prisoners? She wants to be different, because let’s face it there’s only one Bellatrix Black Lestrange. So instead of drawing lines, she decides to write poetry based on her victims, Alice, Frank Longbottom, and some unnamed Muggleborns.

She remembers their cries for help/agony, the faces they made as she used Crucio on them, how the streak of light from the spell looked more beautiful than the sunset when she would watch when she was little. Minor details, the way she felt when she gripped her wand between her fingers, etc. (this fic has exceeded 8k and that scares me 😱 )

The poetry consumes her, as she begins to sing her version of the song, You still love me. Think of the scene in Tangled where Rapunzel is in her room and her paintings begin to glow. That’s what I’m aiming for in this fic. Bellatrix ends up in a trance as the poems come to life in front of her.

Thanks for asking about this WIP, 💕 I hope it intrigues you to read it when I post it.

#wip ask game #Bellatrix Black #bellatrix black lestrange #abihastastybeans #ladies of hp fest #🖤

[spideronthesun]

Hello! For the Elemental Asks, I'd like to ask Earth and Water, please! ^^

Hello!! Thanks for asking 💕

Earth: What do you think is the foundation of your WIP?

Found family.

It is the heart of my story, and I am very proud of how this theme had come along. There are definitely conflicts and misunderstandings, as much as forgiveness and being protective over each other in life. One of my characters finds herself adopted by five brothers, and feels accepted for the first time in her life. She was looking for the place to belong her entire life, and she found it with them. And sometimes your family is who you choose it to be. Not the one you are born into.

Water: How did you start writing?

Growing up I wanted to be a singer and that didn't work out for me as I lost the passion for it as I grew older. However, my elementary teacher was the one who had realized that I had a knack for writing. I only don't remember if I was 8 or 9 when I wrote my first short story. She printed out papers with illustrations and asked us to write what we saw. Once she liked enough what she read in front of her, and sometimes she would ask me to write some separately while others would be having a break.

As time went on she wanted for me to write some short stories over the summer, but I kept delaying and moving the date to next month, until one day I realized that the summer is coming to an end... and I got nothing.

And after being pushed far too hard I thought that I don't want to do anything with it. It was too off putting for me. I have participated in a couple of essay and poetry competitions. During my teenage years, I dabbled in writing fanfictions, but would abandon them shortly after beginning.

And I didn't touch the pen again until I was 21.

#answers

[loveemagicpeace]

🎬Movies and Astrology🎬

Movie: Begin Again 🎸🔥

It gave me pisces& aries vibes. Because Dan and Greta are both messy. They are both looking for something that will bring them back to life and a sense of liveliness. Pisces are dreamy, spirits, messy but artistic! This is the vibe I getting from Dan. Greta, a budding songwriter, finds herself alone after her boyfriend Dave ditches her. An impulsive and fiery girl who somehow puts herself first(Aries). But she wants to find her meaning in life again. Her life gains purpose when Dan, a record label executive, notices her talent. A nice relationship is built between them. And they both complement each other beautifully. Music connects them in a deeper way. I would say that both has taurus venus because of the music bond. She has scoprio moon because she experiences everything so intensely and also when she sings a song for a Dave she expressing his emotions in a different way. I would say that Dan has libra moon because he is a person who is in the clouds many times but at the same time he know what he wants. And he is more emotionally open. Also I would say that he has uranus in his 1st house because he is more rebellious and a little different- like his way of making and doing things. In the end, they both remain good friends.

Movie: Love Rosie🐚🛼💕

It gave me Cancer & Taurus vibe. Rosie and Alex have been friends since childhood and cannot imagine themselves as a couple. But on the other hand, they both feel something for each other. Rosie gave me cancer vibe because she is such a gentle, caring, family person and at the same time more private person. Sensuals and many things in life are related to relationships. She already has a baby very soon, even though she didn’t plan it. Alex gave me taurus vibe because it is more focused on material, valuable things. At the same time, he is stubborn, loyal and determined. They both love security and home. And in a way they both want the same things just to show them differently. I would also say that they both have Venus in Scorpio because they feel things intensely, deeply but they don’t show it to each other. I would also say they have venus sex pluto because they never forget each other. And venus sex venus -so they both somehow feel a connection that never goes away.

Movie: Stuck in Love🌊🫀🍓

My Favorite Movie! I love this move so much it gives me a good feeling. This movie gave me 1st, 8th, 9th & 10th vibes . Samantha- Scoprio because she a person who has problems with trust no longer wants to open up to people and does not like everything related to romance or finds some dark way of thinking about it. A little pessimistic person who is hurt on the inside but doesn't show it. She would rather hide her emotions than show them, and she is afraid of being abandoned or hurt once again. I would also say that she has moon in 8th house , maybe even venus because she expresses her emotions through writing. Rusty- pisces because he is a boy with illusion, imagination and daydreaming. He even writes poetry about a girl from a class he likes. He desperately wants this girl and doesn’t give up and dream about her. What is typical of pisces is that they are attracted to a people who are bad for them and takes drugs but they don’t see problem in that. Also he smoke weed. And once Samantha&Rusty smoke on the roof together(sucha pisces & scoprio thing). William- cancer with cap moon-he really cares about his family and cares about his children. But for both of them he want that they make something of themselves. His wife has left him and he goes every day to see how she gets along with her new boyfriend, who is younger than him. He doesn’t want to let her go his of life and for every Thanksgiving he prepares a plate for her and waits for her to come back. Maybe I would also say that he has libra rising because he still sees two sides.

Move: Eternal Sunshine ❤️‍🔥🌅💘

Clementine & Joel I would say thay both are Scoprios with pisces moons-because both of them somehow experience an illusory connection and emotions and at the same time run away from them.Clementine with sagittarius rising & Joel with Capricorn rising. Joel discovers that his girlfriend has had her memories of him erased so he decides to delete them himself. While they erasing his memories ,Joel re-experiences his memories of Clementine as they are erased, starting with their last fight. As he reaches earlier, happier memories, he realizes that he does not want to forget her. I would say that both have aries placements because they both impulsively decide that they want to erase their relationship. Clementine is more impulsive, deep, emotional and is confused by many things. But because she can't stand all the memories and emotions, she prefers to decide that she doesn't want to have them anymore. I would say she has moon in her 8th house and venus virgo in 12th house. Because Venus creates confusion between what you want and what you really need. You dream of some kind of perfect relationship but you still don't know what you really want. And that's why she's so picky about what she wants. Joel is more serious and stable and his emotions are more closed but he thinks a lot. Venus in libra in 3rd house- he wants to talk about his emotions and process them. Maybe mercury in 3rd house because he does reckless things. However, their connection is very strong , deep, passion, obsessive, intense but also toxic. I would say 8th house synastry. Therefore, even after both erases memories they find each other again. Because scorpions never really forget and also 12th house synastry.

Movie: Nothing Hill 💙🌌

One of my fav movies. Anna(Julia Roberts) gives me scoprio vibes in movie. Because she is mysterious, private and has sexual attractiveness. Also gives me intimidating vibes. It doesn’t open up to people quickly. Because she focus on career and reputation I would also say Capricorn rising& libra moon. William(Hugh Grant)I would say Taurus with moon in cancer and Pisces rising. Because he is more messy and simple guy. He is not interested in money or a career just working in a bookstore and that is how he likes it. As cancer moon it can be seen that he shows emotions in a confused and anxious way because of pisces rising. What she likes about William is that he is different from the others and that he is more shy and awkward. But he likes the stability she has. He sees her as a strong and attractive woman. They are opposite but similar at the same time. Two people from different worlds but they find each other. They both have insecurities about themselves that they overcome together. 9th house synastry cuz it is like a long-distance relationship & and they learn a lot from each other.

-Rebekah🌊🦋🫀

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[poppiesandpromises]

Hey!

Your writings r truly so beautiful!!

Can u gimme some tips on how to write better? And please tell me your fav writers n artists that inspire you to write so beautifully!!

I hv been in sort of a slump... idk what's wrong but I simply cant write everyday and I am just not improving. Even if I write a few lines on days when I feel inspired I just dont find them any good. Idk wt to do....😭😭😭

First of all: thank you! I always feel so validated when anyone compliments my work so your words truly mean the world. ❤️

The tumblr writing/poetry community is so incredibly talented. There are so many truly gifted poets here that I can't begin to name them all. Insofar as published authors, Mary Oliver is always my go-to. Her poems are so beautifully kind and warm and delicate.

Honestly, the only writing tip I can give you is to persevere. For a while I'd take the word of the day from an app and write a poem around it. It was insanely hard but it was good practice. Make sure that if a word or a phrase or something you see inspire you to write them down (or put them in your phone) to reference later. Writers block is hard, I know. You'll get through it!

Thank you again for writing! 💕

#thanks for the ask! #Vantaerayleigh1997

[ran-orimoto]

Do you ghave favourite Frontier episodes? If yes would you put them in an order from best to least favourite in the favourites?

Hi, Anon💕. Thank you for the ask! I feel like this will be a bit hard because some weeks ago I tried putting some episodes I like in an order of preference and I failed.

A little premise: what is the Frontier I adore like? Except when it comes to episodes where Junpei and Izumi get spotlight, -obviously I ADORE them-, the “Good Frontier” I really love is the one where everyone interacts with everyone, the chemistries are balanced and well-defined, the kids collaborate and learn how to work in a team.

Regrettably, -block me-, I feel like the group in Frontier worked well when it was made of five people. PERSONALLY, PERSONALLY ,I REPEAT, I don’t feel like Kouichi fits among them. What is his role? What kind of interactions has he built with the others, excluding with Kouji? Sometimes I also used to feel like the team that works so well in Frontier is the one made up by the first four kids. Kouji often felt out of place, especially whenever I watched episodes where Tomoki, Izumi and Junpei supported Takuya. Yet, I grew to like Kouji’s development a bit, just a bit. AGAIN, JUST AN OPINION OF MINE: he’s just not my favourite among the kids.

So first episode I’m really attached to:

1. The Tsunomon episode: Everyone hates it, I’m the only one probably loving it so much. It has got so many flaws, especially in how it deals with Izumi’s backstory, but I can’t help it: I love it with all my heart. The main theme is loneliness and isolation. Even if I would have loved seeing them acknowledging how lonely Junpei is too, just like Izumi, I adore they picked them to build trust on each other in a similar episode. It’s especially so nice to notice the development in their relationship while comparing this episode with the Floramon one: now that Junpei has found his spirit, he can be the goofball he’s supposed to be. Their partnership is just too enjoyable for me to resist, okay?

(• Still in the first place because I’m sorry but——- : The Revival of the Ancient Digimon. Even if it’s not an episode, I need to place this here since I rewatched it the day before yesterday and I was so enthusiastic about it. Frontier’s movie is always a nice place to return to, owning what the anime ride should have always had, without losing its direction. In the movie everyone has got a role, the interactions are vividly represented from Kouji’s and Takuya’s silly rivalry to Izumi being a big sister to them; from Junpei, Tomoki and Takuya being the biggest dorks out there (I LOVE THEM), to Junpei, Izumi and Tomoki confirming themselves to be a team with great dynamics; from Takuya and Junpei SURPRISINGLY agreeing on something for once to Junpei and Izumi carrying the finale of the movie together. Flawless movie. The Frontier of my dreams.)

•2. The Village of the Beginnings: The only episode from the last disastrous arc I hold dear to my heart. The plot was endearing, the main theme can also slightly move me: the concept of hope being put in such innocent beings and eggs that still have to hatch is pretty emotional. Izumi also gets to be useful for once in her life, which is so appreciated🤣💕. The only flaw of the episode is obviously the Kouji/Takuya centrism, but in this case it’s less annoying. There’s actually that nice scene with the 10 spirits collaborating with the accompaniment of “An endless Tale” in the background. Pure poetry.

•3. Izumi’s Beast spirit episode: Yajima got to animate my favourite episodes, like you can notice. Somehow their episodes are exceptionally hilarious and everyone just looks adorable🤣. After an embarassing episode about fanservice I wish it had never been produced, here are we with some justice for Izumi. Ignoring the fact her beast evolution can’t be really considered as such, this episode is a gem in her badly-written arc. The team gets to support her and she realizes how precious everyone around her is💕!

•4. The Black Blitzmon episode: Maybe one of the cruelest episodes in the whole series, in my opinion. Despite having so many flaws in its writing and portraying such ashaming scenes of sexualization for Izumi, I like the way they have built up Junpei’s issues during the whole series up to this episode. It makes me feel so sad to see Junpei pretending to have a nice life, whereas he’s a wreck inside. It’s also…A bit relatable when it comes to my life, but I’m not going to go deeper ahaha.

•5. Bolgmon episode: It would have been much higher if it had featured Izumi doing something. I don’t know, SOMETHING. The philosophy of the hopeless woman being protected by the man does not drive me crazy, especially when the writers of this girl fill their mouth with dialogues about women power. Nevertheless, it’s the apotheosis of Junzumi, it’s the moment my son gets to show his worth and his growth. And of course…The ending scene always gets me near to tears because the vibes were so similar to the Takajuri/ Jurato ones.

•6. Junpei’s and Tomoki’s Grand Adventure: Listen, I love these two. I love Digimon’s personal Mario and Toad having such a heartwarming relationship starting their journey from being the most ambiguous characters of the series. Junpei has got such nice quotes here and I remember I had already fallen so hard for him here. He already shows to be so warped and very grey in his personality. The oldest member convincing the youngest one escaping, because he would feel like an embarassing coward leaving that world all alone. Junpei! Junpei himself who had seen an opportunity to play the main hero for once in his life by pressing YES on his phone. It’s a very interesting episode, surprisingly deeper than what it may look on the surface.

• 7. Izumi defeats Ranamon episode: I realize it has got a very warped picture of what a woman has to be like, but I also realize that’s the kind of culture and view Japan had at that time (and probably nowadays too). However, I’ve grown to like this episode after having watched it twice. It’s a lovely filler that culminates the path of Izumi’s struggles with others. I also acknowledge it probably should be lower, much lower, but the atmosphere makes me feel very affectionate to it, and there are some cute scenes featuring Junpei and Tomoki supporting her. I love those.

• 8. Takuya VS Mercurymon episode: Like you have understood, I’m such a big fan for the main quartet. Maybe I would have appreciated the series more if they had had more time to shine together. I like seeing Izumi, Junpei and Tomoki trying their best to rescue Takuya. Still, this episode also marks the end of the Frontier I enjoy, so it might be very emotional but at the same time it leaves me with a bittersweet taste in my mouth.

• 9. Blitzmon’s introduction: There’s a first part that is so boring I would tear my hair, but when the second half comes this episode takes off. There’s a very entertaining fight between Junpei and Takuya leading Junpei to having to face his sadness. It has got such a weird writing someday I would like to discuss about, also sharing some thoughts of a dear tw friend’s here, but I strongly believe it was an excellent way to conclude Junpei’s first character arc. I appreciate them dealing with his lack of self-esteem and eventually giving him the best spirit entrance of them all. Have you seen him falling off the crane, -another ⚡️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ main character of this episode-, being rescued by the Kokuwamons and landing on the ground like some king🤣? Speaking of the Kokuwamon, Junpei and the bby bonding melt my heart.

• 10: Grottomon appears for the first time episode: This is the first time Kouji collaborates with the gang and starts opening up a bit. The animation is commendable with that incredible ride to the mountain, the vertiginous frames, but I also have to say the world building is one of the best here. The setting is breathtaking, very Miyazakish, but the plot doesn’t really stand out that much when it comes to me comparing it with the other episodes I’ve mentioned. I don’t know why. I just can’t fit this higher despite the fun it made me experience ahaha.

I know, it’s a very long post, Anon, and I’m so sorry but I hope you are satisfied by my reply! I know my tastes are weird, don’t worry🤣💕💕. There are also three other ones I like, though: the Tomoki nightmare one and the two episodes about the trio of losers (The Trailmon episode and, before that, the hamburger one).

The last episode, still animated from Yajima, has got its flaws but I love it with my whole heart. It’s kinda useless to mention it because I believe it’s in every Frontier fan’s heart.

#digimon frontier #takuya kanbara #izumi orimoto #junpei shibayama #tomoki himi #avoiding to tag Kouji and Kouichi not to be hanged #junpei #izumi #takuya #tomoki #kouji #kouichi #to notice my preferences are very influenced by both Junzumi and Takupei hmmmmmm #🤣💕💕💕💕 #what a pity the rest of Frontier is largely skippable in my opinion agahah #ops #again I invite you all to understand these are innocent and harmless opinions about a fictional show and fictional characters #so calm down in the case it makes you go on fire #asks

[percervall]

Hi Mar!! ✨ been thinking a lot about the process of creation recently and I would love for you tell us about a piece of writing of your own that’s near and dear to your heart! What inspired you writing this piece, what were some outtakes that didn’t make the final cut and what you hoped the readers felt or took away from the story? What did you imagine happened after your story ended? Also feel free to discuss fun trivia that led to its creation! Love you and your work 💕

I have three fics that immediately came to mind when I saw this question so I'll try to answer it for all three. Buckle in, this is about to be a long-ass answer

What inspired you writing this piece? Okay so, like I said, 3 fics immediately came to mind: la gente que es mi hogar, the past has tasted bitter for years now and there's a sorrow (in the corners of your mind). The first one was inspired by a song, Hogar by IZAL which was just filled with this nostalgia and a wistfulness that hit me right in the feels without really understanding the lyrics and when I looked at the translation it hit me how much it reminded me of the beginning of Gerlonso -that partnership between Xabi and Stevie. I mean, the first verse literally translates to: "Today I stay With my feet glued to this ground That is mine and at the same time the rest Of the people who are my home" Yeah. I'm not okay. The Iker fic (the past has tasted bitter for years now) was inspired by my curiosity when I wanted to know for some weird reason if real madrid had club songs similar to Liverpool for the players. I'd also read two different fics in the same time period that dealt with Iker's retirement and then I came across a club song that translated to my heart is a madridista and it just spiralled from there really, because Iker came through the academy, he was the personification of Real and when you read how the club treated him towards the end of his career there, I truly ached for him (and then the poetry in him having to quit football after suffering a heart attack. Don't get me wrong, I don't wish that fate to my worst enemy, but knowing he loved his childhood club so much only for them to turn around and spit him out, for him to move to a different country and for his body to give out on him? You know that phrase the body keeps the score? well, that's how that news felt; almost as if his body finally caught up with what had happened and it just... it just shut down) And then I fell down a rabbit hole of research and ended up reading article after article about Iker's departure from Real and the fic is technically me just giving you an interpretation of those articles. I kid you not, this fic has a bibliography of like 9 different pieces of evidence. And finally, the Darwin fic was actually inspired by something you posted and I couldn't stop imagining how he'd look. And then it just snowballed into this fic about a man who's just barely older than a boy, suffering from his need to be good enough for the people he loves and admires, who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders and the season that's anything but the dream start to his Liverpool career and oh god it made me ache. There was something almost so.. i don't know.. In a way Darwin's start at Liverpool feels Grecian to me, in a way, like in a Greek tragedy kind of way. He reminds me of Atlas and there was something so heartbreakingly beautiful about that analogy, especially combined with his partner reversing the roles and wanting to take care of him for a change that I just had to write it. Ended up writing it in a day. Also ended up giving myself all the feels when I was done.

Outtakes For the last two, there are none. I usually don't save the scenes that don't make the final fic, but I did save one bit from the Gerlonso fic that I ended up scrapping: The call had come sort of out of the blue. His former manager hadn’t been surprised and when he had told Xabi at the end of the season that clubs would be calling, Xabi had categorised that as improbable. Sociedad was a small club, and had never been one of the greats who competed for the title season after season. Yet they had found themselves second at the end of last season, something that hadn’t happened since the late eighties. Finishing that high in the league had also meant the club would play in the Champions League, which Xabi had to admit, had been a short lived experience, but it had left him wanting more. It made no sense to him why other clubs would pay attention now. Raynald told him after Spain was knocked out of the EUROs that despite them not even progressing beyond the group stage, he had told him people had been impressed by him. I think a version of this did end up in the final fic though, but timeline wise this version didn't fit in with the fic.

Takeaways Oof. I think the biggest takeaway for all three is that there's always more to a story than what meets the surface, that people are infinitely more complex than we perhaps give them credit for, that it's so easy to judge someone solely on what you see. That, maybe, despite the fact that we think of these footballers as being lucky and privileged, that they are human first and foremost. We are so used to just watching them perform, praising them when they score and criticising when they don't that we maybe sometimes forget that they are people with real feelings and real emotions.

After the story ends For the Gerlonso fic, I created a whole playlist of songs that reflect their journey. If anyone is interested, let me know and I'll make a separate post for it. But basically, it's a story of drifting apart, of wanting different things in life. Don't get me wrong, Stevie and Xabi both want to chase that taste of success, of lifting that CL trophy, but the difference between the two is where Xabi is able to uproot his life in the chase for success (first back to Spain and then to Germany), Stevie has the weight of a city on his shoulders -an albatross around his neck if you will. Liverpool is Steven Gerrard and Steven Gerrard is Liverpool. And I think that during their careers/relationship, this lead to a quiet resentment that ultimately turned into acceptance on Stevie's side. His career would always be tainted by the almosts where Xabi's is littered with trophies. For Iker it's a story of healing and acceptance, of reconnecting with old friend and repairing what was broken. It's repaying Sergio for all the support and being there for his best friend as he faces the same fate Iker faced: being forced out of a club you thought would keep you until retirement. But also about re-discovering who you are without football. For Darwin, it's a story of growth, of vulnerability. It's about becoming comfortable being in your own skin and accepting that there are things outside of your control. It's about being open and honest about your feelings and emotions and that transition from surviving to thriving.

Thank you so much for this wonderful ask ivy! 🥰

#ask #kostasstsimikass #about my writing #asks always make me feel so sparkly

[windslar]

5, 10, 23 for the ask game! It can be about any of your sims 💕

Thanks for sending!! I'm going to answer these questions with my legacy founder, Lucia, in mind. 💕

(5) What character from myth or fairytale best represents them? In terms of Greek mythology, she's a combination of Artemis (the goddess of the wilderness, wild animals, nature, vegetation, childbirth, care of children, and chastity) and Aphrodite (the goddess of love, lust, beauty, pleasure, passion and procreation). She's a nurturer who's coming into her own when it comes to being in touch with nature, but she also loves LOVE and dreams of a passionate romance.

From fairytales, she's a lot like Belle from Beauty & The Beast. Her head's always up on some cloud when her nose isn't stuck in a book. She's beautiful and well-read but her shyness has made her a little socially awkward, so a lot of people's first impression of her is that she's this peculiar girl who may have trouble forming relationships.

(10) What piece of moody poetry or novel quote best encompasses your character? "I was quiet, but I was not blind." - Jane Austen (Mansfield Park)

(23) What sort of routines, rituals or rules do they have or set for themselves? Ever since moving to Henford-on-Bagley, Lucia's routine has been to wake up at the crack of dawn to tend to her animals. Right now in the current posts, she only has her chickens but she'll eventually have a cow to add to her quaint farm. After making sure the animals are fed and happy, she tends to her crops and builds her relationships with the other wild animals who assist with her gardening. This is how she begins most of her days. Afternoons and evenings usually have Lucia completing errands for the locals, selling her cross-stitch on Plopsy for some extra income, and reading of course.

#oc asks #inbox

[purplesugarbabe]

Hello everyone! Here is the second chapter of my Horrid Henry fic! Sorry for not posting it earlier, please enjoy 💕

✨BROKEN HEARTS BOULEVARD✨

chapter 2: Poems in ink

School time is finally over. The students are gathering their stuff and put everything they won't need in their lockers.

-Phew! The weather got warm pretty early this year. Henry says sweeping the sweat from his forehead. He turns to look at Ralph who seems not to be paying much attention. He is oddly quiet today, especially for someone who loves pulling pranks and telling jokes. Are you alright, man? You keep zoning out. He asks a bit hesitantly.

-Ah yeah. I was just thinking about something. Ralph replies without looking at his childhood friend. He pretends to be organizing his locker but he is really absent-minded. After a while he finally closes the locker and grabs his bag. Are you still having the house for your own this weekend? He decides to ask as they are making their way outside.

-Yes. My parents and that annoying little brat will be staying at my aunt's place. Henry answers feeling relieved he is going to have some time for himself.

-Is Dee going to join us as well? Ralph's question makes Henry to stop short. The three of them usually spend a lot of time together, although she mostly hangs out with the latter since her house is just across the street. They first met five years ago when her family moved in England for working matters. He didn't seem to like her at the beginning. She was very quiet and rarely talked. When she would sit on the porch and Henry was outside playing, she would wave at him but never really say much more than a "hello" or a "good morning". Her behavior annoyed him, mostly because he wanted to get to know her better. One day while she was reading outside, like every Saturday morning, he grabbed some of his favorite comics and crossed the street. He approached her a bit hesitantly and placed them next to her.

-This is what you should be reading instead. It's more fun. He said proudly. He was sure she was gonna throw them away or call them boring like Margaret did.

-Thank you so much. Are you going to read with me? Her question got him off guard. She smiled politely at him changing his opinion about girls. For the first time he was feeling anxious, not because he was grounded or sent in detention, but because a girl was talking to him.

-Sure! He sat next to her as she put her book on the side in order to read what Henry gave her. The boy took a quick glance at the book. "The fox and the red dance" was written on the cover. Dee noticed him staring.

-It's a book of poems. I really like poetry. She admitted handing Henry the book. Unlike her, he didn't like poetry, not even a little. He thought it was only about stupid stuff like love and nothing more. While the young girl was trying to figure out which comic to read first, Henry examined the book. While turning the pages a poem caught his attention.

"It doesn't scare me

where this pencil

does not leave ink

but traces of melted sky

nor does it frighten me

how instead of paper

I write on your body,

warm amoeba from fragrant chamomile,

all around, everywhere.

It only scares me

where someday,

I'll write on paper again, poems in ink. "

Henry read under his breath. He had no idea what it meant but since Dee liked it, it probably had to do with stuff girls like. Girls like her.

-Ah, this is one of my favorite poems. I haven't figured out its meaning yet but the words are so beautiful! She said softly. The very first poem Henry read was because of her. The very first poem Henry read was her favorite. The very first poem Henry read was for everyone to read but for a few to understand.

-Are you coming or not? Ralph's voice brings him back to reality. The brunette boy has his eyebrow raised at him waiting for an answer.

-Y-Yeah sorry, I thought someone called me. Henry replies stuttering a bit. Finally he makes it home, he waves at Ralph before closing the door behind him as quietly as possible.

-Welcome home Henry! A pitched voice says making him sigh.

-What do you want worm? He asks bitterly. All he hopes for is his brother to "magically" disappear one day and never hear his irritating, "angelic" voice ever again.

-Henry you should talk more politely to Peter. You are not twelve anymore! His mother slightly growls furrowing her eyebrows at the young man.

-Yeah, yeah I know. Sorry or whatever worm. Henry says with a shrug before taking off he shoes and heading upstairs. He just can't take this kind of behavior from his parents anymore. Peter with his excellent manners and the high grades. Always the top student in his class. Peter who always has a smile on his face, the one who never raises his voice even when he argues. Henry grits his teeth and throws a punch at the wall, loud enough to be almost heard downstairs.

He takes a deep breath and sits on his bed. His mother is right, he is not a child. He is growing up and every year that passes she just stops caring. All that's in her eyes when she looks at him is disappointment. He looks down at his hands, the one he punched the wall with is bleeding, pretty bad. He opens his bedroom window to check if his father is outside gardening as usual and then, as quiet as a mouse, climbs down. He tip toes to the other side of the street and knocks on the door while taking a quick glance behind him to make sure no one saw him.

-Oh, hello Henry. Dee says after opening the door. She then notices the blood stains on his shirt as well as his bleeding hand. Oh my God, what happened to you?! She exclaims worryingly stepping on the side for the boy to come inside. She quickly closes the door behind her and leads Henry upstairs where the bathroom is.

-Don't worry, really, it's not important. It doesn't even hurt. He says jokingly but Dee gives him a glare.

-What did you do? She asks as she tries to find the first aid kit.

-Rock n' roll. He replies sticking his tongue out at her annoying her even more. She makes Henry to sit at the edge of the bathtub. She sits next to him and starts cleaning the blood from his hand. She prays it does not need stitches.

-Damn it Henry, why do you have to be so reckless at times? She murmurs, mostly to herself.

-I don't know. Can I ask you something as well? The girl nods waiting for his question.

-Are you in love with my best friend?

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The poem apparently plays an important role in this story!

What do you think is the purpose of Henry's question?

See you next weekend for the next chapter! 💖

#horrid henry #horrid henry fanfiction #rude ralph #dreamy dee #broken hearts boulevard #poetry is the key #being a teenager is pretty tough #high school au #oc #horrid henry x oc

[godzilla-reads]

Some more book recs asks:

39, 50, 54, 62,

68, 69, 70, 71! ^_^

39. A book featuring your favorite character.

Do comics count? I read Red Hood & the Outlaws solely for Roy Harper.

50. A book that made you cry a LOT.

When You Trap a Tiger by Tae Keller. That book was so good and heartwarming.

54. A book with the best opening line.

I’m sorry but I’m biased. Watership Down by Richard Adams.

For me nothing can ever beat: “The primroses were over.” So simple. So elegant, so much paralleled between the beginning and end.

62. A book with a forgettable plot, but amazing characters.

The Dragon’s Bride by Katee Robert. It’s smut with a plot, but the plot is very thin.

68. Your favorite piece of classic literature.

It’s a tie between Dracula by Bram Stoker and Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy.

69. Your favorite mythological retelling.

I’m a bigger fan of Norse mythology but other than Neil Gaiman’s telling, I haven’t found many adaptations. So I’ll be amazingly basic and say Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan.

70. Your favorite poetry collection.

It fluctuates a lot, but I do wholeheartedly love Devotions by Mary Oliver. I go back to it constantly.

71. Your favorite LGBTQ+ fiction.

So many to choose from! I won’t say Heartstopper for now, but I really liked Under the Whispering Door by TJ Klune.

Thank you for the asks! They made my day 💕

#godzilla reads #godzilla answers #asks

[sapphic-courtship-for-dummies]

Im not sure if I’m doing this right.. ive never done it before but let’s give it a try lol

gosh this is a long story and It starts years ago when I was in sixth grade. I’m a junior right now. when I was in sixth grade, i had a close friend I spent a lot of time with but I was an awful friend and then I left that school in eighth grade until this year… so we’d been apart for three years and in those three years we both coincidentally realized that we both still have the same sense of humor, the same height, the same shoe size, anddd the same sexuality!! We’re both lesbians!! And at the beginning of this school year I thought she might like me because she used to give me her poetry and ask me to hang out in her free time and always walk super close to me or text me to come out of my class to walk her around the school… and i didn’t really know if I liked her and over time she stopped,, but three days ago I realized I really like her… I was in the car and I drove past her running cross country and I just felt my stomach flip yk?? Like I just *knew*… and now Im not sure what to do. I want her to like me again if she used to before… and i want to maybe be together because we’ve actually known each other a long time and even though we’ve changed as people we’re the same in a lot of ways it’s like we were meant to be in a way… not to sound crazy but that’s what it feels like and I don’t want things to fizzle out and just fall flat, so what should I do ???

Ik you’re having a break right now and i hope it’s treating you well !! If you read this and respond, thank you in advance for your advice :)

Hi Anon!! Thank you for the well wishes and your patience!

I totally get what you mean and it’s not crazy. On many occasion I’ve had a sense that a situation was meant to turn out a certain way or that my life is intertwined with certain others’. Mind you, I was also a romantic, idealistic teen and nothing I planned or hoped or really expected to happen when I was in high school ended up happening or working out how I thought (crushes, my college major, etc). Reflecting back, it all turned out for the best.

That being said, it sounds like this person is very important to you and that you want her to continue to be a significant part of your life. And the best advice I have for that is to just be yourself, and try to be her friend again. Be open and tell her that you enjoy her company. She probably doesn’t know what you’re thinking, so express to her that you want to hang out again, rebuild that relationship. (Sending memes might not hurt either.) You can’t force anyone to like you, platonically, romantically, or otherwise, but maybe with some time and effort you can rekindle something between you.

If it leads to something romantic, wonderful! Spread the news. But if it doesn’t, it’ll be okay. At best, you might gain a valued friend from the experience. At worst, you will learn and become wiser because of it. Take a deep breath, and go gettem champ. You got this. Make Aphrodite proud.

Hope this helps, let me know how it turns out! You are loved. ❤️ Best of luck!

-Sappho 💕