#pollen falling

[fishfingersandscarves]

little koh doodle

#my art #fishfingersandscarves #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #koh (oc) #bg3 tav #doodle #this is in regards to sex pollen... koh: wyll im worried if u dont let me help ur dick will fall off

[textless]

#insect #bee #spider #flower crab spider #photographers on tumblr #textless #amadee ricketts #arizona #macro #flower #pink #yellow #cosmos #in the yard #garden #fall #autumn #hunting #october #pollen

[toxictoxicities]

Finally did concepts for the whole of Links local group! (Valiant Local Group) Not just head shots XD

Too bad we hardly see from em but I'll give a brief description to what happens. (Valiant Local Group Spoilers Bellow <3)

Pollen- The youngest Iterator in the local group, possibly one of the youngest iterators in general, was built last minute just as the topic of mass ascension was coming along. Therefore she's more curious and not under the conditioning of traditions and customs. The flake on her puppet is a symptom of something~

Watching Skies- Had asked one too many questions and tried researching about how to break the self destruction taboo and get rid of things that bind them as a whole, this information was first explored by Roses who wasn't around at the time. They got dealt with.

Sunken Thaw- Close connection to Burried Spirals and shared similar views with the local group- well what is remaining of it. Researched karma symbols on the side and was very very spoiled by her ancients

Burried Spirals- The "big brother" even though Link is older, his ancients had a lot of festivals and very cultured in which the whole starving oneself and bitter tea, same with most of the other iterator colonies in the local group. One of two who can harass Link and get away with it. However unlike Link he doesn't mind if his ancients blur the lines between breaking taboos and not, as they're solving the problem to ascend them anyways without needing to starve oneself.

Shiver and Fall- One who asked too many questions, wanted to explore other things than the great problem. He tried to research about the iterator output of water vapor and how to decrease it so the ancients didn't have to live on top of them. Similar outcome to Watching Skies

Roses Upon Seas- She was Watching Skies inspiration who had similar ideas to them. Roses was dealt with prior to Skies and so they never got to meet, but Roses laid the path for Skies to follow which gave them the same fate.

Expanded Uniform Poem- The other iterator who Link tolerates, she is control of assisting new iterators in the local group and establishing traditions and cultures upon them and what is expected. Usually the iterators of the local group would go to her if they were wanting to speak to Link and she would pass it on. Tried mentoring Pollen to prevent what happened to everyone else to happen to her. Didn't work though.

#rw #rain world #APLs local group #Valiant Local Group #P #WS #ST #BS #SaF #RUS #EUP #Pollen #Watching Skies #Sunken Thaw #Burried Spirals #Shiver and Fall #Roses Upon Seas #Expanded Uniform Poem #ToxArt #concepts #iterator oc #designs #emergence #rain world au #lore and some spoilers

[hazy-cosmic-skies]

happy allergy season <3

#anyone else’s nose feel like it’s falling off from pollen #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #marauders era

[ladyrambles]

#Bees #Pollinators #Backyard #Pollen #Asters #Summer-Fall #New England

[shima-draws]

Really wish I could fight the schmuck who invented allergies with my bare hands

#Seasonal allergies suck ASS. #Usually it's not too bad but like. Our air conditioning has been out for like 3 days now #And it's not getting fixed til Monday #So I've had to sleep with my windows open bc otherwise I'd ROAST like a pig in my room #(Which is upstairs. Where ALLLL the heat in the house travels to) #But bc I've had to sleep with my windows open. ALL the pollen keeps blowing in #So I'll wake up with my eyes streaming and my nose streaming and EVERYTHING just. Awful #I could close the window. But then I'd cook. But my allergies are SO bad. But it's hot. But I literally cannot breathe through my own snot. #HATE IT HERE #I hate summer. I HAAAATE summer so much #I can't wait for fall and winter.....snow please come back..... #Shima speaks #I'm so angry bc I've been stuffy and congested all day. And I've taken at least 3 allergy pills #Still dying btw! Still dying. Very much suffering rn

[darsynia]

Sneak Peek: Shipping and Handling Ch 1

SERIES MASTERLIST | HAND(S) OFF MASTER | STORY LINK

Story Summary: Whether it's fair or not, you and Steve are chemically linked. The circumstances may have been unusual, but they aren't impossible to replicate, meaning there could be other couples going through the same thing. Dr. Bruce Banner has asked the two of you to submit to a series of tests over a period of weeks, tests that are meant to keep the side-effects you're experiencing at a minimum, but which also mean you'll be seeing more of each other.

As the days pass, two things become clear: proximity doesn't lift the ardor as much as Banner expected... and though you try to keep it to themselves, both you and Steve feel just as emotionally drawn to each other as you are physically. Are those feelings also prompted by Mistress? Is there any way to figure it out ethically? Will the new way you're both seeing Bucky make things worse... or better?

Length/Warnings: snippet is 530 / this is a horny (but not sexual) snippet, minors DNI

The guy at the security counter calls the apartment with a dubious expression that makes you worried about just how much like a vagabond you look, but eventually nods and directs you to an elevator.

“He’ll meet you in the hallway,” the man says, leaning into the elevator car once you’ve boarded to call out a code phrase you don’t recognize. He gives you one last once-over and adds, “It changes every week.”

When the door closes, your imperfect reflection in the silver coating has you scrambling to adjust the moist cling of your blouse on your breasts. Unkempt twists of hair are glued to your cheeks and forehead with perspiration, and you’d completely forgot that for an easy ego boost, you always apply performance-quality red lipstick for final rehearsal.

In short, the security guy had a point.

The doors open before you get a chance for a last once-over after your adjustments. The best you can do is a weird crossed-arms stance with your hands spread wide to obscure just how lovingly your damp red top is cupping your assets.

Thankfully, the man standing in the hallway is Bucky Barnes.

You rush out, dropping your hands to gesture at yourself with one as you laugh into the other. “Do you see this?” you ask, eyes wide. “I guess I’m lucky the guard downstairs didn’t call the cops instead of the apartment!”

Bucky trails his piercing blue eyes along your outfit, his expression impassive. For the first time ever in his presence, you feel a little objectified, but you shake that off. After all, you told him to look-- and given the growing appreciation in his gaze, he’s at least giving you a bit of a self-esteem boost. When Bucky’s finished, having followed through by taking in your pencil skirt and crimson sandals with his head tipped to the side, he finally looks you in the eyes.

“Nice toenail polish,” he smirks.

“I don’t know why I put up with you,” you gripe under your breath. “Please tell me you have a shirt I can borrow? They still have the heat on at the venue, Babs is tearing out her hair. If the forecast is right about how hot it’ll be tomorrow night, we’ll have to hand out free cups of ice to keep an audience.”

“Yeah, but we got a gauntlet to run before that,” he tells you. The apartment door’s open, and he stands to the side, gesturing for you to precede him.

“If it’s related to another set of metal doors and a scary British man telling me to hide, I’ll just walk home, spring heatwave or not.”

“She’s here?” Steve says from inside. He comes out right as you walk over, and both of you stop within inches of each other. “You’re late,” he says-- but the tone of his voice is the exact same stressed, desperate, needy one you’ve tried not to fondly remember. The words, ‘Oh, Steve, if you’re going for ‘stern,’ be careful! hover up as a possible response, but you can’t imagine saying them in anything other than your flirty lounge singer persona, and that would cross too many lines, especially today.

#steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #stucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #stucky x you #bucky barnes x you #tbh the stucky x reader part is slow burn but everything else is on fucking FIRE ok #sex pollen #sex pollen aftermath #somehow plotty sex pollen #i am woefully behind on my reads and writes accounts btw pls forgive me i promise i haven't abandoned them #my life falls apart around me as i write as much smut and clean the house at the same time #canon x reader in the background as my house is overrun with neighborhood rats and might be on fire 'this is fine' #sneak peek #no tags because i am chaos and the chapter will be posted tomorrow #darsy's chaotic tags

[qilinkisser]

Jump into the driver's seat and put it into speed drive!

Reblogs appreciated! Bar.bie (right) uses she/her! S/I (left) uses they/them!

#this came out seeeeww cute I'm so so so proud of it #LOOK HOW CUTE SHE IS!!! DIES #fun facts with pollen idk how to roller skate! that is not just freaking out of the Gay variety #it is freaking out of the OH GOD I'M GONNA FALL variety #but don't worry <3 she has a good hold on me #Barbie 👠 #Art 🎨 #self shipping #self shipping community #selfship art #f/o x s/i #queerplatonic f/o #fictional other #self insert #selfship

[unforth]

For the three sentence fic: wangxian or hualian, setting: in a garden!

Ah, thank you for sending a prompt! I might ultimately do both of these but all my Wangxian ideas were sex pollen so instead...

(Hualian, post-canon, fluff)

(definitely not three sentences. unedited.)

"Open your eyes." Hua Cheng's deep voice rumbled so close to Xie Lian's ear that Xie Lian could feel it as a tremble down his spine. For the barest moment, Xie Lian still didn't obey; his other senses were on high alert and even without vision he recognize how unusual this place - wherever it was - must be, for the smell was strong, beautiful, and achingly familiar. Xie Lian couldn't put his finger on what about it he knew, but in his bones, he knew this scent.

Xie Lian opened his eyes.

A field of pristine white flowers and bright spring-green leaves stretched out before them. The light breeze stirred the blossoms as they turned their faces toward the sun. There was an instant when Xie Lian didn't understand the significance of the field, but then the flowers' rich aroma combined with what he saw, and he gasped.

Once, centuries ago, these flowers had carpeted the fields of Xianle every spring.

Once, centuries ago, a small boy had left a single, picked bloom as a modest offering to the flower-crowned god.

Once...

…but…

He didn't know what these blossoms were called; when he'd been crown prince of Xianle, such a small matter had been beneath his interest. And after Xianle fell, these flowers had fallen with the kingdom: Xie Lian hadn't seen a single one.

This flower had died with Xianle.

"How...?" Twisting in Hua Cheng's arms, Xie Lian turned to see his face, meeting Hua Cheng's smug look what I accomplished, gege expression with one of wonder. "Where...?" Thoughts crowded to the fore in Xie Lian, but he could hardly bare to examine most of them, much less express them. "You should be careful gifting me property," Xie Lian finally managed, trying to keep his tone light. "Aren't you afraid I'll set it on fire again?"

Xianle burned in the spring, flames climbing into the sky, smoke obscuring the stars and moon as they engulfed the city, the farms, the fields and forests.

The lovely floral scent turned rancid as the flowers burned.

Trying to suppress a shudder, Xie Lian forced his expression into a smile despite his instinct to grimace.

"Stop," murmured Hua Cheng. Smile and grimace both were subsumed by confusion that Xie Lian expressed with a head tilt. "If they make you unhappy, you can express that. I don't mind."

"No," Xie Lian exclaimed more forcefully than he meant to. Allowing a tremble to course through him, he shook his head and repeated, "no, that's not it. They're beautiful."

"But...?"

"Why aren't you afraid that I'll set them on fire again?" Xie Lian mumbled.

"Because if it burns, it burns." Hua Cheng shrugged. Xie Lian blinked at him. "And after they've burned, I'll plant them again - again and again, every time. As long as a single bulb remains, the flowers can always be regrown."

"San Lang..."

"Isn't that life, gege?" Pulling Xie Lian closer, Hua Cheng wrapped his arms around Xie Lian's waist, tucked his chin onto Xie Lian's shoulder, laid a hand flat and steady and supportive on Xie Lian's belly. "Everything burns. It's what we do after the flames have subsided that shows our character."

"By that measure, I've performed pretty dismally," said Xie Lian with an awkward chuckle.

"By that measure, by any measure, you've survived, you've endured, you've rebuilt and rebuilt over and over again," Hua Cheng countered. "And you've always done it alone. You're amazing, gege. And whatever happens, whatever burns next, I swear to you: you'll never have to sift through the ashes alone ever again."

"Oh, San Lang." Xie Lian turned just enough to smear a kiss over Hua Cheng's cheek. "I love you."

"So much, always." Hua Cheng shifted to meet a second kiss with their lips; warmth and comfort and support glowed through Xie Lian.

A breeze stirred the flowers, their rich aroma filling the air.

If it burns, it burns.

The stalks rustled against each other, making a light, pleasing, soothing sound.

What can't San Lang and I rebuild?

Sunshine dazzled over the field, rendering the white blooms incandescent, the green leaves translucent, their shared embrace hot.

As long as he's by my side, what can't we do?

And together, they bloomed.

(send me an ask with a ship and a setting/trope/kink/genre and I'll write a ficlet that will definitely not be only three sentences but will hopefully be under 1k words)

#unforth writes #tgcf #hualian #i know the flowers are never named in canon but i can't remember if they're ever shown after the fall of xianle #if they are *waves hand* no they weren't #those are not the flowers you're looking for #also i decided they're called 爱花 #even if they weren't originally that is totes what hc will tell xie lian they're called when asked #who'd correct him #it's not like anyone else who remembers xianle was the kind of person to pay attention to what flowers are called #though it WOULD be hilarious if qi rong heard this and was like #*vomit noises* YOU DISGUSTING DOG DUO THEY'RE CALLED FUCKING DAFFODILS #which are apparently called 水仙花 #water fairy flower oh my god i love it #oh and if you want me to write the wangxian sex pollen too I can make that happen just say the word lmao

[hyssopandbee]

#gardening #gardeners on tumblr #gardencore #cottagecore #yellow flowers #sunflowers #autumn #fall #pollen

[magical-otherworld-my-beloved]

post count (4/23/24)

Palestine: 16

Democratic Republic of the Congo: 0

Sudan: 0

#free palestine #palestine #democratic republic of the congo #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #keep eyes on sudan #sudan #don’t stop talking about palestine #free congo #free sudan #isn’t it strange how the outside world can be falling apart so severely #and your personal life is constantly destabilizing #but everything else is just. normal #you watch funny videos and play video games and sneeze from all the pollen #and you still have to go to fucking work

[ahhvernin]

October Sleepy Bee.

I found this little one on a walk way on a brick. It was still and slow. Picked it up with a leaf and placed it on an aster. Little buddy did not disappoint. Immediately started to forage. There are fewer blooms now, but the asters are still hanging in there.

#bee #flower #aster #insect #wildlife #torpor #winter #fall #autumn #cold #chilly #nectar #pollen

[textless]

#insect #bee #flower #pollen #photographers on tumblr #textless #amadee ricketts #cosmos #pink #yellow #face #eye #arizona #macro #fall #autumn #september #in the yard #garden #black and yellow

[tennessoui]

ohhhh maybe 37 and 63? 👀

hello hello!!!

37. coming out fic + 63. everyone knows/mistaken as a couple

so i'm thinking of an gffa au where obi-wan comes out in his early forties and everyone is like very supportive but also a bit like 'we all sorta figured from the amount of times we caught padawan kenobi kissing other, male padawans around the Temple, but good on you!!'

and then they're like 'well wait huh i wonder if obi-wan is coming out because he is in an official relationship ?' and everyone is like 'omg i wonder' so they start watching obi-wan intently to see if his social life has changed--but it hasn't, he still just hangs out primarily with a few friends and his former padawan, his former padawan who looks at him with stars in his eyes and a struck-dumb expression and who always pushes to be closer, which obi-wan always indulges in his own way, even though obi-wan doesn't tend to be touchy in public except for when he's---oh. oh.

so nothing is ever confirmed or anything. no one talks to obi-wan and anakin about it. but everyone knows (or thinks they know) about their relationship, so they're quietly directed into every mission that comes up where they'd need to be a couple/pretend to be married. risk of sex pollen on a planet? that's ok, send obi-wan and anakin, they don't even need the excuse. going to a party? date night for obi-wan and anakin.

after the generals worked so hard in the war, it's the least the rest of the jedi can do. turn a blind eye while the negotiator and the hero with no fear go gallivanting around the galaxy holding hands and kissing and the like.

meanwhile obi-wan and anakin are delighted by all the missions they now have together if not very confused as to why they seem to always be tinged with some sort of romantic plot, as they're not...well. they're not together.

#asks #kit’s silly lil aus #obikin #bet they do accidentally fall victim to the sex pollen tho #and can't look at each other for days #not until all the hickies fade

[homobiwan]

The way my roommate and i are both dying rn

#I HATE U FALL I HATE U LEAVES I HATE U POLLEN I HATE U MOLD

[radialarch]

trying to motivate myself to finish sex pollen by reminding myself i love sad blowjobs

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movement. his majesty breathes out, explosive, wipes a hand through the equations with a sudden violence. jo yeong’s already halfway to him when he stumbles down onto a knee.

"your majesty." the labored breathing, and sweat-slick throat. he's never seen his majesty's eyes so dark. "this isn't sustainable." they're running out of options. there are no poisons— the flex of his majesty's fingers against his thigh. his breath on jo yeong’s wrist.

"the cameras are inactive," jo yeong says. he has already imagined his majesty's marital bed; this is just logistics. "the detail's been dismissed. you'll have full latitude to take care of your symptoms when i retire. please—"

"it's worse." his majesty, each syllable bitten off. "when you're not here."

when jo yeong was twenty-four— opening ceremony for a museum. an anti-monarchist had worked construction, smuggled in a receiver cast in polymer. the makeshift gun was only good for one shot, but they hadn't known that.

jo yeong remembers covering his majesty, caging in his shoulders, head down and low. in the enclosed space the smell of gunpowder was thick and stinging. his majesty had gone still beneath him the way he'd been trained, and jo yeong had half his attention on his majesty's pulse, the other half on the comms. hostile detained. atrium cleared. weapon recovered. he hadn't registered the heat in his side until the all-clear, shifting himself off his majesty.

"yeong," his majesty had said. his hand was on jo yeong’s jacket, sticky and wet. "you're hurt." and jo yeong had thought, with a peculiar relief: good. he'd been afraid he'd lose his nerve.

this isn't worse than being shot. this isn't anything. jo yeong's body has been a tool for a long time; it’s not his.

he's on his knees. his majesty's robe is only loosely tied, and jo yeong has wanted this for as long as he's known want.

"i can—" his voice is unrecognizable. his head, bowed, nearly touching his majesty’s shoulder. his shuddering heart. hasn't he been giving it up all this time? it doesn't change what he is to speak it. "if you wish it, i—"

his majesty gets to his feet. "you're dismissed, captain."

jo yeong had a deployment to the east sea, once. it was mid-february; his father warned it'd be cold. the wind didn't let up for three weeks. jo yeong remembers: flecks of light glinting off ice at night. the clear slicing cold stealing his breath, shocking until he went abruptly numb.

“you’re ill, your majesty,” jo yeong says. “i can’t leave you in this state.” this is the first rule jo yeong teaches every new recruit. his majesty’s life over obedience; everything else can be forgiven.

“if i ordered it,” his majesty says. he's barefoot. jo yeong's eyes catch on the skin stretched over the knob of his ankle. "if i said, yeong, stay and have sex with me. you would."

his majesty can be callous, careless; he is not cruel. jo yeong holds himself still so he won't flinch. "you need it."

his majesty, moving. his hand on jo yeong’s face, delicate, tilting him up to meet his eyes. "ah, yeong," he says, almost tender. "what i've made you."

“no, your majesty.” this is an old argument. the night before jo yeong joined the royal guard. his majesty, with uncharacteristic uncertainty: will this change you. jo yeong’s answer is the same now as it was then. “i am what i chose to be.” he would do it again, given the chance. his majesty belongs to the kingdom, but the boy, consumed with grief, and nothing between him and the world— he’s jo yeong’s.

his majesty is close, bright and brittle-eyed. his thumb is sliding along the edge of jo yeong’s jaw. “i won’t ask you not to be angry with me,” he says. as if jo yeong could. as if jo yeong hasn’t already surrendered, his miserable pounding heart laid bare for taking.

his majesty’s mouth, hot and damp. jo yeong’s ribs sliding open for the knife.

#putting your hand on your king's dick while calling him your majesty the whole time: hashtag just jo yeong things #trying not to watch more of my country until i finish this fic but this has not been helpful lmao #gotta get the unhinged sex pollen loyalty kink blowjobs out of my system before i fully fall down the impending woo do hwan rabbithole #who does gay yearning like him. no one. #some wip nonsense