I was tagged by @endwersed 💗 and @dear-massacre 💗 centuries ago but I swear I didn't have any wips at all though now I'm getting back into it
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Derek froze in place.
He felt cold and he felt hot. Breaths just wouldn’t come. He didn’t want to blink.
The omega looked stunning.
Ethereal and deific. How could someone be this beautiful? He looked like sex personified.
His slim toned body moved with natural grace, almost gliding on the floor. His fair skin was kissed with constellations of beauty marks that went down his cheeks and neck. He was dressed simply, yet even the grey sweatshirt hugged his narrow waist in such a sinful way that one couldn’t help but yearn to grab it; his long legs in black jeans would look so wonderful while spread.
His face, however, made all those works of art seem like child’s paintings. Oh, how they failed to capture the beauty. How dare they even attempt?
The omega’s chestnut hair was ruffled, his beautiful dark amber eyes red-rimmed but even more so beautiful. Upon seeing Derek, the omega opened his pretty mouth in a small gasp — and, fuck, his lips.
Fuck.
Fuck.
And then, as if Derek wasn’t stunned enough, a small grin bloomed across the omega’s mouth.
Quick as a fawn, he descended down the stairs and stopped a step or two above Derek, his eyes running all over his face.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” Derek rasped.
For some reason, the omega blushed. He put the rucksack down on the floor, then lifted his right hand and daintily offered it to Derek with an almost shy smile.
No one moved.
“Stiles,” Deaton bit through his teeth.
The omega’s smile dwindled as he looked first at Deaton, then at the woman, and finally stopped his wide-eyed gaze at Derek who stood there like a fucking idiot.
“Isn’t this how they do in movies?” the omega asked, sounding genuinely confused.
“How do you know what they do in movies?” asked Deaton, and when the omega snapped his mouth shut, turned to the woman. “We shall search for the contraband tonight.”
The woman nodded.
With blush spreading down his face, the omega started to withdraw his hand.
It was then that Derek finally got his bearings.
Quickly, he caught the omega’s hand, causing him to jump, and pressed a light kiss to his knuckles.
Oh, what he would give to scent him.
“I don’t mind,” said Derek, then cleared his throat from the deepening lust.
Re-imagined from the traditional Ride-Waite-Smith tarot, this version of the Moon shows Izzy taking the shape of a lone Lover, longing for what he cannot reach.
Longer exploration of the card's symbolism under the cut.
Symbolism of the card
I initially meant this card to be specifically Izzy's, but he is once again unseparable from Ed. Though the moon itself is depicted as Ed, it is through Izzy that I interpret the journey of the card. Feel free to invent your own interpretation as well!
In the original version of the Moon we see a dog, a wolf, and a crayfish. Izzy takes the place of the wolf, marking him as wild and untameable. He is accompanied by a dog, symbolizing his loyalty. The crayfish has retreated, and we can see a monster lurking in the depths of the water, reminding us of the beasts that lie within.
Rachel Pollack (2011) writes: "The Moon signifies the dangerous time between the end of one world structure and the beginning of another. On the emotional level it can indicate the strange state when something powerful has ended and you find yourself thrown back on your instincts."
In the card Izzy already has his wooden leg. He his stepping into his role as the Unicorn, marking a shift in his loyalty and his place in the world. His reign as Blackbeard's first mate is ending, and a whole new world order is being imagined.
Ed is also seen in a new light. With his short beard, he is at the end of his captaincy, possibly even at the end of his piracy. He as the Moon is illuminated by the light of the Sun, personified by Stede in another card, The Sun.
Izzy bears witness to their combined light, unreachable to him on the ground. He teeters at the edge of the water illuminated by that very light, and is faced with a choice. Will he turn, follow the path and try to reach the unreachable? Or will he explore the unknown waters in front of him?
In tarot, water symbolizes emotions, intuition and subconscious. Pollack writes: "Here in the unknown territory our animal selves take over. We cannot suppress the wild emotions but only travel through them." The message of the Moon beckons Izzy to step into the water and face his emotions.
However, there are also dangers in the murky waters of the subconscious. Pollack continues: "The Moon card calls forth powerful dreams, visions, and the power of the feminine." In tarot water is a feminine element. Izzy, a beacon of masculinity, has in the past confused the feminine with the monstrous. He is now dared to invite the feminine within him to the surface. His posture already mirrors that of the feminine lover from the Lovers-card. It also calls back to the Fool, to someone at the beginning of their self-discovery.
Tl;dr: Izzy, the Fool and the Lover, is on a journey from one world to another. Will he follow the path and try to reach the unreachable, or will he find the courage to plunge into unknown waters?
A comparison between the original Rider-Waite-Smith card from 1909 and the re-imagined version
Izzy's pose mirrors the feminine Lover
Sources
Image source: Pamela Colman Smith, 1909, republished as Tarot of A. E. Waite, 2016, AGM-Urania, Germany
Text source: Rachel Pollack, A Journey of 78 Steps, 2011, as cited in the booklet for instruction and guidance of Tarot of A. E. Waite, 2016, AGM-Urania, Germany
3 straight hours of drawing and editing through a horrid migraine for a whole THIRTY SECONDS of self-indulgence beyond your wildest dreams. we call this being extremely normal
Viole finished his meal slowly. He would be lying if he said he wasn't sad that Hyung left him to mope in his room instead of letting him help. And maybe he was also a little jealous of Mr. Agni for being Hyung's first priority.
But no, he shouldn't be selfish. He believed that Hyung knew what was best for him, and if he decided that he'd rather be by Mr. Agni's side then…he'd respect that. Viole sighed, bringing his empty plate to the kitchen sink.
Mr. Gyetang followed and stopped him when he opened the tap to wash it. "Ah, Viole. Let me do it, you can just sit on the couch." Gyetang nudged him away to the direction of the living room. "Or uhm, should I call you Bam? I heard it's what Grace called you, cluck."
Viole considered it for a moment. If it was any months or year before, he would not like to be called Viole, since it felt like shackles that kept him away from his friends. However, the name 'Bam' also felt like it no longer belonged to him, after all of his wrongdoings. It wasn’t until Grace came back for him that the name 'Jyu Viole Grace' finally became more bearable, since Viole felt closer to his Hyung with their same surname. "Both are fine," he decided to say instead.
Gyetang hummed, "I think I will stick with Viole, cluck."
Viole nodded and walked to the living room. Mr. Gyetang joined him not long after, handed him some snacks and one of the game controllers. The screen in front of him displayed 'Quant Quant Racing 4' while the speaker played a cheery song.
Mr. Gyetang sat next to him and set the game to multiplayer. "I know it's not my place to pry, but I wonder what happened to them last night. I have never seen Grace that upset before, cluck."
Viole decided to remain silent. Mr. Gyetang was a good guy, but he'd rather not be the one to break the news. To be fair, he also didn't know what exactly happened either, other than what Ms. Hwaryun told him. At least it's a relief to know that Hyung wasn't usually like that.
The somber mood was soon forgotten the moment they started playing. It was hard not to get addicted, Viole realized. He kept tilting the controller even after being told that it wouldn't affect the way his vehicle turned.
Viole didn't realize he got more vocal about his thoughts until Mr. Gyetang pointed out when the rounds' were over. Viole was flustered, since he had been trained to repress his emotions ever since he was turned into Viole. But he realized now that he really missed having a comfortable conversation with someone, and had forgotten how liberating it was to be able to express himself.
They played a few more rounds, and even though Viole still hadn't managed to beat Mr. Gyetang, he was really happy to have a chance to play. Next time he'd beat him for sure.
Mr. Gyetang glanced at the clock and stood up, "I should start to prepare lunch, cluck. You can continue to play if you want, Viole."
Viole decided to follow Mr. Gyetang to the kitchen and offer his help. Because as much fun as the game had been, he easily figured it wouldn't be as much fun if he were to play by himself.
Sometimes i think i left my jjk phase. Then i remember that Gojo is the most powerful force in his universe, but instead of exploiting that for his own gain or just sitting back and spouting wisdom at others, he actively leverages his position to challenge the status quo and make the world safer for kids, which is so incredibly rare in fiction. And i go insane about this series all over again.
hi friends, i'm gonna share something i've shared before because i LIKE it a lot + buck being a demanding bossy bottom is sooo good (but pls dw eddie gets his turn at being a sloppy silly bottom too and he's SO hot for it)
anyway this is nsfw
“Buck, baby. I want to ask you something.”
Buck nods wildly, knocking his nose against Eddie’s in his fervor. “Fuck and talk at the same time.” He reaches down and grabs hold of Eddie’s ass with both hands, squeezing and pinching as he lifts his hips up to fuck himself on Eddie’s cock. “C’mon, Eds. Be a—a good boy for me. Fuck me—fuck me please.”
Bubbles of static electricity swarm Eddie, springing from each point of contact between them and ricocheting to every untouched inch of his body. He drops down heavily, blanketing Buck’s body with his own, and fucks hard and sloppy and eager. Buck muffles a hiccuped moan against the scruff of Eddie’s cheek, breathy and pitched high. Eddie grins, mollified.
“Like that, baby?”
“Yeah,” Buck grunts, panting against Eddie’s cheek. He wraps his legs around Eddie’s waist, kicking him closer and deeper with his heels, and meets Eddie’s thrusts with little ones of his own. “Yeah, fuck, like that. Just like that.”
Eddie finds Buck’s lips, eating the mewls that fall from Buck’s mouth. It’s little sobs of too-good, too-sharp pleasure; a staccato of breaths that get stuck in his chest on each withdraw and shoved out on every thrust forward. Eddie’s so deep inside Buck—he can feel himself, right up in Buck’s guts, beneath the muscle and fat of Buck’s tummy where his prick’s at, twitching from friction and sensation.
“Buck,” he says, smearing Buck’s name all along Buck’s cheek and throat and chin. They’re so wet, so sweaty, that Buck can’t get a good grip on his back to scratch his nails in without slipping. “Buck, baby. Marry me. Please marry me.”
Beneath him, Buck’s body jolts. “Goddamn, Eddie,” Buck swears, but it kind of feels like a benediction, a prayer sweeter than any he’s every heard. Buck cradles his cheeks in both hands and sucks on his tongue, loud and free in his pleasure. He laughs like sunshine. “No.”
i was tagged by @hippolotamus, @try-set-me-on-fire, @callaplums, @thewolvesof1998, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @exhuastedpigeon, @honestlydarkprincess, @jesuisici33, @wikiangela, and @daffi-990 mwaH MWAH
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yk, I’d be waaay more inclined to believe this whole ‘I’m sick of x, y and z trope w black writers/readers’ IF y’all didn’t make it contingent upon what and who was popular. I’m starting to think y’all only care when it’s a fandom or set of characters you don’t like. Or like anymore rather lmao.
i made the horrendous mistake of watching the start of an old rdr2 playthrough while taking a break from writing and it was possibly the worst decision i've ever made