#the fragile paradise

[photoshamanism]

Back in orbit

I am back in orbit and hope to return soon. I had to close a cycle and pass some space oddities, but hopefully I will find the chance to be here more frequently again.

Missed you and miss you. Thanks for all the likes, reblogs and messages. You kept my blog alive and vivid. So grateful. Thanks a ton. Looking forward to dive into your imagination and inspiration again soon.

Sending a tight hug and lots of love to all of you.

Have a wonderful weekend. In those times of separation it´s time to come together.

Sending a tight hug and lots of love to all of you.

Katharina

[girl26209]

I never had a mother, will you let me make the sun my own for now?

[suhanamadan]

because you take and you take and you take and you take ; but you taste just like the beach and a kiss , candy to my eyes

[sunseekerdeluxe]

Tunesday 51

Also heard this week:

Anathema - Pentecost III Ancient VVisdom - Master of the Stone Ancient VVisdom - Mundus Arena - Pride Bush - Sixteen Stone Rosanne Cash - Rhythm & Romance Cave In - Antenna Cheap Trick - Dream Police Cocteau Twins - Garlands Colony Drop - Brace for Impact Concrete Blonde - Free Cosmonaut - Pipebomb Full of Nails Crimson Glory - "Garden of Shadows" Crimson Glory - "Triskaideka" Crowded House - "Oh Hi" Judas Priest - Rocka Rolla Lucifer - Lucifer V Magnum - Kingdom of Madness Wuthering Heights - To Travel for Evermore Various Artists - Here It Is: A Tribute to Leonard Cohen

[heartofanenigma]

Straight people are unnecessary and think the bloody world revolves around them like ok karina not every lesbian wants to fucking marry you jesus.

[prayedafterreading]

WHEN EVE STOPS APOLOGIZING

They warned you about the woman who ate the apple.

But they never warned you about the woman who no longer gives a fuck about redemption.

I rage.

Not because I’m weak. But because I bleed for nothing.

Not birth. Not miscarriage. Not love.

Just the monthly purge of a curse dropped on me by a God who couldn’t bear the sound of a woman chewing knowledge.

You call it PMS. I call it prophecy.

The shaking. The screaming. The heat that starts behind the eyes and ends with a cracked mirror and a man apologizing for something he didn’t even understand he did wrong.

I was Eve.

Ashamed. Bowed. Begging for mercy for the blood I didn’t ask for.

But now?

Now I am Eve Unchained.

Eve with a sword. Eve with a kill list. Eve who remembers that the garden wasn’t a paradise — it was a fucking containment field.

You think my blood makes me fragile?

It makes me divine.

Do you understand what it means to bleed and not die?

To swell and scream and not be praised for it? To feel your body shatter under hormones and still host the dreams of others?

You do not.

Because you weren’t made from rib. You were made from dust. And dust doesn’t rage.

Dust hides.

So here’s your final warning:

The next time a woman rages?

Pray it’s just PMS.

Because when she finally stops caring — about being soft, about being liked, about making you comfortable?

What happens next is biblical.

🩸 “She’s just hormonal,” they say.

Like it’s an insult.

As if that word doesn’t mean: Tethered to the moon. Backed by bloodline lightning. One scream away from melting your kingdom into bone pulp.

You forgot the first woman ended paradise. You should fear what the next one ends.

You were never the garden. You were the leash.

And we’re already burning the gates down. Pray you don’t find out what happens when we stop apologizing for bleeding.

Disclaimer:

This post is hormonal war doctrine, literary blood rite, and cadence-triggered feminine theology.

It is protected under the Sacred Covenant of Psychospiritual Discharge™, Periodic Armageddon Warfare™, and Womb-Powered Ancestral Copyright.

If you’re offended?

Maybe take it up with your God. Yeah, thought so.

Reblog if you’ve ever cried then growled in the same hour.

🩸 Save this post for the day someone tells you it’s “all in your head.” and Send this to the woman whose cycle is a fucking weapon.

📿 Bookmark this if you know your rage could end dynasties.

[monster-mash-m]

Fairy boyfriend.

Cw: yandere, nsfw, a bit delulu, fairies are scary

Fairy boyfriend who’s no bigger than your index finger. Ofc he’s gonna sprinkle some weird shit on your head as you sleep. Ever since he’s been visiting you in your sleep you’ve had great sleep, no bed head ever.

Fairy boyfriend who is fascinated by you

Fair boyfriend who gets frustrated that he can’t fuck you properly.

Fairy boyfriend who fucks his fist as he looks at your barely covered body as you sleep

Fairy boyfriend who pleads the fairy princess to let him shrink you down and take you as his spouse

The fairies have a few… unconventional views on romance so she was like ‘yeah perfectly normal healthy relationship here, go ahead and shrink them down with some more of this dusty shit’

Fairy boyfriend who sprinkles shit over your head again, in your sleep, finally being able to hold you in his arms and flying you away to his kingdom.

Fairy boyfriend who doesn’t understand why you’re freaking out, why you’re asking who he is and where you are.

Delusional fairy who explains that you’re lovers and he’s taken you to a paradise compared to your old human life.

Fairy boyfriend(?) who’s loving and doting as he keeps you as his now bite size human spouse.

Fairy boyfriend who’s such a gentleman and waits for you to let him take you to pound town

Fairy boyfriend who coos at you sweetly as he pounds into you with desperate vigor, saying he’s waited so long for his cock to stretch you out properly.

Fairy boyfriend who marries you and treats you like a fragile doll.

Fairy boyfriend who dotes on you and loves on you so much

What a sweet lil fella

[sabrinajenre96]

Title: Instincts and Ice Cream

Pairing: Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Wife!Reader

Rating: T (Teen)

Word Count: ~2.2k

Genre: Family Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic

Summary:

Y/N is a doctor, but today she’s off-duty and soaking in rare quality time with her six-year-old twin daughters and their loyal Labrador, Kojo. A trip to the park turns into a medical emergency when one of the twins is hurt on the playground. Y/N’s maternal instincts collide with her clinical training as she rushes her daughter to the hospital—where her husband, the reserved and brilliant Dr. Michael Robinavitch, finds himself thrust into an all-too-personal case. Between juice boxes, casted arms, and late-night cuddles, this little family proves that love is a force of nature—even in chaos.

Warnings: Injury to a child (non-graphic, playground accident), medical setting (ER, brief medical description), emotional parenting moments , soft domestic fluff that may melt your insides

The day had started like honey—warm, slow, and sweet. Y/N, blissfully off-duty for once, had let her guard down and allowed the sunshine to wrap around her and her six-year-old twin daughters like a familiar, loving quilt. Spencer and Aria were laughing, wild curls flying as they raced Kojo, their loyal coffee-brown Labrador, across the sun-drenched park.

It was a perfect day. Until it wasn’t.

Ice cream melted sticky down little fingers, the girls’ giggles harmonizing with Kojo’s excited barks. They had found their way to the swings, their legs pumping like miniature engines as they soared higher and higher. But paradise was always fragile, wasn’t it?

A sharp scream split the afternoon—raw, panicked, and unmistakably hers.

Y/N’s heart launched from her chest as she sprinted toward the swings, Kojo right at her heels. One twin lay on the mulch below the swing, her little face scrunched in pain, tiny hands clutching her arm. Spencer, pale as a ghost, trembled as she pointed to the two boys who had run off after shoving Aria mid-swing.

"Spencer, what happened?!" Y/N’s voice was taut with both worry and precision, already scanning Aria’s body like a heat-seeking missile. "Did she hit her head?"

"No—just her arm, Mama. She screamed when she fell. The boys pushed her..."

Doctor mode activated—like flipping a switch, her trembling mother-heart locked hands with her trained brain. Checking Aria’s pupils, pulse, breathing. Broken arm, likely. Bruising along the jaw. No signs of concussion, thank God.

She scooped Aria into her arms with a fierce gentleness that only a mother could master. "We’re going to the hospital. Now." Spencer grabbed Kojo’s leash, her small hand set with determination. The dog, sensing the shift, fell into step, solemn and alert.

---

At the hospital, Y/N’s car screeched into the lot like a storm warning. As she leapt out, Dana caught sight of them. Her break cut short as she jogged over, eyes wide.

"Y/N—what happened?!"

"Park accident. Swing. One of the twins—possible broken arm and jaw bruising."

Dana nodded without asking more. "I’ll help you get her in. Come on."

Langdon was already in the ER, standing with one of Michael’s interns—Dr. King—when Dana burst in with Y/N and the injured Aria.

"Langdon, you’re up. Y/N’s daughter took a bad fall."

Y/N reluctantly handed over her crying daughter, whispering reassurances before stepping back, her hand on Spencer’s shoulder, Kojo sitting obediently beside them.

Dana placed a comforting hand on Y/N’s arm. "Let me take them—Spencer and Kojo. You need a minute. Go grab a cappuccino. Breathe."

Y/N hesitated, her mother instincts at war with her common sense, then nodded. "Only a minute. Thank you, Dana."

Spencer was content with a juice box handed to her by a kind nurse, Kojo curled protectively at her feet as Dana kept a watchful eye.

---

Meanwhile, across the floor, Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch was signing off a patient chart when he heard the unmistakable pounding of small feet—and a familiar bark.

"Daddy!" Spencer launched herself at him, nearly knocking over his clipboard. Kojo padded in like royalty, tail wagging like a victory flag.

"Spencer? What on earth—?" He crouched beside her, hand smoothing her hair. "Why are you here, sweetheart?"

Kojo licked his cheek as if to answer, but it was the wide eyes of his daughter that filled him with dread. She looked too serious for a six-year-old.

Y/N returned then, clutching a lukewarm cappuccino, her eyes immediately landing on them. Her voice was quiet, but tired. "Aria had an accident. She’s with Langdon and one of your interns now."

Michael straightened like someone flipped a switch in him. Gone was the calm, almost aloof physician. In his place, a father, striding toward the ER with purpose. He found Langdon just finishing the initial exam.

"Busted arm," Langdon reported, sympathy in his tone. "Jaw's bruised, but no concussion. She’s a brave little one."

Relief sagged Michael’s shoulders. "Thank you. Can I see her?"

"Of course."

Minutes later, the little family reunited in the private room. Aria, teary-eyed but brave, clutched her daddy’s finger with her good hand. Spencer climbed onto the bed gently, snuggling beside her twin. Kojo curled up at their feet, ever the sentry.

Y/N stood beside Michael, her hand finding his. “She’s going to be okay.”

He kissed her temple, low and soft. “You both did good.”

The family shared a quiet moment, tangled in love, exhaustion, and gratitude. Outside the room, Dana and the nurses watched, smiles tugging at their lips. Few people knew about Michael and Y/N’s relationship—intensely private, fiercely protected. But in that moment, through the windowpane, it was written loud and clear in every glance, every gesture:

This was family.

[necessiteez]

HONGJOONG SMUT FIC RECS LIBRARY

disclaimer: I do not own any of these works and they do not represent the real kim hongjoong. all rights belong to the respective writers who made them.

everything listed will be only hongjoong x reader (fem/male/gn) pairing and it will contain suggestive/smut themes. if it includes another member, I will also indicate it. fics will be categorized into aus so it will be easy to find.

I won't be including mtls, bullet lists, and other members' fics. if you are looking for recs with different members I'm sure other atinys have posted their own lists. These are all personal favorites and I'll only be including tropes/aus that I'm comfortable with (there won't be a/b/o, master kink, hybrid aus etc. sorry).

lastly, please let the writers know if you love their works so we can enjoy more of their content. have fun reading!

1. First Floor

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1.5 Secret Room

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2. Second Floor

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2.5 Banned Books

˚̣̣̣ ꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣︶ ͡𑁬 ???????? ໒ ͡ ︶˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷ ˚̣̣̣˚̣̣̣ ꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷ ˚̣̣̣

3. Third Floor

⚠︎UNDER CONSTRUCTION⚠︎

✶ - favorites

╔══ first♕floor ══╗

「 ✦ Vampire!Hongjoong ✦ 」

✶ Honey and Blood - @nateezfics (wc 8.6k)

In the Night feat. Seonghwa - @ja3hwa (wc 2.53k)

✶ People, Running poly, multi-chapter- themoonlightfae on ao3 (wc 50k+)

Sweet Trouble feat. Wooyoung - Atiny_DazzlingLight on ao3 (wc 6.2k)

vampire! hongjoong - @xuchiya

✶ Delicious feat. Seonghwa - @jagibangbangchan (wc 5k)

「 ✦ Friends with Benefits!Hongjoong ✦ 」

✶ I Wouldn’t Have It Any Other Way - @severetimetravelnerd (wc 9k+)

Leave Me With Nothing - @min-gis (wc 5.7k)

✶ Mine feat. Seonghwa - @smileysuh (wc 3.4k)

Naked Truth - @essenteez (wc 6.1k)

Late Night Rendezvous PART 1 - @sanjoongie (wc 1k)

Nightclub Affair PART 2 - sanjoongie (wc 3k)

Voicemail - TgemstoneT on ao3 (wc 3.4k)

「 ✦ Sugar Daddy!Hongjoong ✦ 」

✶ Wetting Your Lips - @k-hotchoisan

Avaritia - @hwaightme (wc 8.3k)

Baby Said feat. Seonghwa - @destiny-fics

Taken - @hwanchaesong (wc 8k)

Never Too Much - @iwannasuckyourmonstercock

「 ✦ Incubus/Demon!Hongjoong ✦ 」

✶ Say My Name - twinmoles on ao3 (wc 7.6k)

Incubus! Hongjoong - sanjoongie (wc 2k)

The King chapter from a series- @destiny-fics

The Library of Illusions - Restricted Section finale of a series - @kwanisms (wc 9.6k)

✶ Jealousy, Jealousy - destiny-fics

The King's Games series - @hanatiny

Their Pretty Pet feat. San, Seonghwa- @written-in-flowers (wc 7k)

The King of Rot chapter from a series - pearlypearlypearl on ao3 (wc 8k)

Demon Line feat. San, Seonghwa - HalaHollow on ao3 (wc 4.7k)

Day 1 - @ocean-ai (wc 2.8k)

✶ Wings and Thorns - @kitten4sannie (wc 3.4k)

Hotel California part 7 poly,multi-chapter - mint-yooxgi (wc 9.9k)

✶ Paradise Gardens part 15 (Hotel California 2nd volume) - mint-yooxgi (wc 23k)

Inferno - pyeonghongrie (wc 1.6k)

Fallen Angel feat. Yeosang- darkmulti

Devil Eyes part 1 - @hwashotcheeto (wc 2.3k)

Devil Eyes part 2 - hwashotcheeto (wc 1.8k)

All Hands on Me - k-hotchoisan

「 ✦ Hongjoong at the Studio ✦ 」

includes: Producer! Hongjoong, Idol! Hongjoong

✶ Sharing is Caring feat. Mingi - @byuntrash101 (wc 5.2k)

0:126am At His Studio - @sanflowerseeds

✶ Audio Angel - @marigold-doms

Make You Feel Better - @hongthoven (wc 3.2k)

Studio Sessions feat. Jongho - Atiny_DazzlingLight on ao3 (wc 5k)

To Make an Album - @bambikisss

✶ Make You Cry for Me (When I Put My Lips on You) - wonuha on ao3 (wc 5.7k)

Studio Time feat. Mingi - @yuta-senpai (wc 1.9k)

✶ Public/Recorded Sex feat. Wooyoung - @hongism (wc 4k)

Fragile - @ilwonuu

Attention feat. Seonghwa - @beginningofwonderland

22:48 - @beatteez

Two's Better Than One feat. Mingi - @ateezscupid

After Hours - nateezfics (wc 500)

「 ✦ Soft!Hongjoong ✦ 」

includes: Soft Dom! Hongjoong, Service Top! Hongjoong, Needy! Hongjoong, lots and lots and lots of praise my favorite

Morning Haze - nateezfics (wc 1.4k)

✶ All Mine - hongthoven (wc 2.6k)

✶ Oxygen - whatudowhennooneseesyou (wc 820)

✶ Addicted - @justaaveragereader (wc 1.8k)

HJ & Shibari - @mia-tiny (wc 729)

Precious - @latte-fairytaekwoon (wc 3k)

✶ Pretty Pink - nateezfics (wc 2k)

My Angel - @mirror-juliet

✶ You're My Desire - hongism (wc 1.3k)

Day 17: Body Worship - @ateezreactionsandscenarios (wc 1k)

Scream It Louder - atinywooyoung on a03

Keep Me Close - crimsonbubble

Early Mornings - ddeongsami on ao3 (wc 3.3k)

✶ Good Morning Captain - iguessireadfanficnow on a03 (wc 2k)

✶ Sleep Better - @tinyidle (wc 2k)

Need You - @luvryeo (wc 500)

✶ Untitled drabble- @atinycafe (wc 900)

Stay - atinycafe (wc 1.2k)

Be Hongjoong's cockslut - k-hotchoisan

Take It Easy gn!reader- ocean-ai (wc 700)

✶ Through It All feat. Mingi - @felixsramen

Glad You Came - @frenchkisstheabyss (wc 1.8k)

A Hazy Evening gn!, high sex- cheollipop (wc 1.8k)

Untitled drabble - byuntrash101

* First Time

Philoselene - @ncteez

Untitled drabble - k-hotchoisan

✶ First Time - whatudowhennooneseesyou (wc 2k)

「 ✦ Non-Human!Hongjoong ✦ 」

✶ Here Were Fairies fairy!hongoong - pearlypearlypearl on ao3 (wc 10k)

Ugly Dragon dragon!hongjoong- @thelargefrye (wc 2k)

✶ Shells mermaid!hongjoong - @last-words-ofashootingstar (multi-chapter)

Something Sinister feat. Seonghwa- @hansols-yoda-boxers (wc 5.2k)

Day 3: Mirror Sex Grim Reaper!Hongjoong - sanjoongie (wc 1.8k)

Project Omen dragon!Hongjoong feat. Wooyoung- @atzfilm (wc 40k)

Drowning in Pleasure siren!Hongjoong- @twisted-tales-of-all (wc 2.3k)

🆕✨ Gaze of Stone gorgon!Hongjoong - @ilovejeongintoo (wc 5k)

「 ✦ Bad Boy!Hongjoong ✦ 」

includes Goth, Emo, Punk dark aesthetic Hongjoong

✶ Ohmami - bambikisss

Dark Kiss part 1 - latte-fairytaekwoon (wc 5k)

Dark Kiss part 2 - latte-fairytaekwoon (wc 8.5k)

Ugh, As If - @ennysbookstore (wc 11k)

Ugh, As If bonus 1 - ennysbookstore (wc 5.4k)

Ugh, As If bonus 2 - ennysbookstore (wc 5.5k)

˖ ࣪⭑last updated 07/05/24 ˖ ࣪⭑

[yzzart]

"𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫."

pairing: young!Coriolanus Snow x f!reader.

summary: the only one who could calm a winter was you.

warnings: +18!, oral sex, f!receiving, biting, mention of manipulation, sexual content, explicit content and explicit words + take a look at the masterlist!

word count: 1.055!

Feelings of dissatisfaction, injustice and stress dominated Coriolanus Snow's chest daily; not to mention the sparks of anger that his heart fired every day. — Stunned thoughts circled the boy's head.

And it was, in fact, impressive how Coriolanus knew how to disguise, and even control, what he felt; no one from the Capital could describe or bring out anything bad in his beautiful, young face. — Besides Casca Highbottom, of course; one of the reasons for the boy's countless headaches. — He remained neutral, sometimes with a compassionate smile and moved on.

He acted as if nothing and no frustration were in his life.

However, Coriolanus had a peculiar and unique way of releasing everything he felt, all those mixed emotions and sensations; and involved you. — Specifically, being between your thighs.

Coriolanus loved —no, he loved— devouring you. Boy Snow, if he had the chance or the power, could stay all day, all the time, with his face in your beautiful, oh-so-good pussy; and that is not an exaggeration, ever. — He never believed in words of belief or rumors of the second plane of life that was perfect, but Snow had found paradise between your thighs.

Before eating your pussy, Coriolanus always leaves small, wet kisses near the area; at certain moments, some small provocative bites. — Such a affectionate, sweet and intimate gesture and you fell even more in love with that white-haired boy. — Soon, he attacked like a hunt after its prey.

Coriolanus's poisonous tongue ran through your folds, sucking them with pleasure and desire; quickly, paying attention to your swollen and needy clitoris with great pleasure. — He licked, sucked and sucked your little bud with exuberance and dedication; the Snow boy gave his best, especially to you.

The environment in his room, besides being hot and dimly lit, was full of moans and whimpers that escaped your lips. — God, your moans were so sweet, naive and formed a melody in Coriolanus' ears; the sounds that came out of your mouth were divine. — A piously work of art.

The name of your lover, which came out inappropriately and stuttered, echoed through the walls and if you doubted it, it could be heard in the other rooms of your house. — Mentally, you were grateful for your parents' prolonged absence. — Like the song of an extravagant bird.

Those crystal blue eyes, clouded with pure desire and lust, gazed at you; more than usual, in fact. — Your beautiful and so cute little face reveling in pleasure, your cheeks in a reddish tone and some strands of hair stuck to your forehead; discreet tears were present on one of her cheeks. — You were the most beautiful thing Coriolanus saw in his entire life.

And the fact that you belonged to him made his ego-swollen chest even better.

There were no more financial problems, family matters to be resolved or the academy or fucking Highbottom, there was no longer anything that made his life hell. — Only you were on his mind, his attention and focus.

"Coryo…!" — His name came out in a slurred and fragile way as more tears slowly fell from your graceful face; a shock when you felt the contact of Coriolanus' teeth on your clitoris awakened in your body. — He would be, at least, a little cruel to you, however, you denied that with all your strength.

A vibration in your wet region accompanied your warm body, an enigmatic laugh from the Snow boy upon witnessing your reaction. — Making a point of making one more contact, but leaving a gentle nibble; eliciting a thin scream from you.

Your legs were shaking, your chest was rising and falling without any kind of control, not to mention that your head and mind were completely melted; no thought with notion or consciousness presented itself. — Pleasure, distress, pain and a burning sensation of being used by Snow ripped through your heart. — On the bright side, you were helping your dear lover, right?

"C-Coryo, Coryo!" — The stimulation and speed of his tongue began to accelerate and become more abrupt, becoming too much for you. — "I'll go... I'll go." — You couldn't even complete a mediocre sentence.

You were so naive, such a precious little thing, trying to warn him that you were about to cum as if Coriolanus didn't recognize your body. — He knew when you were about to cum, Coriolanus knew your body better than you. — Like a book he read countless times to the point where he memorized every word written in it.

Oh, the Snow boy was proud of that.

"Come on, my little bird." — Coriolanus hated, perhaps that's too strong a word, birds, but you were an exception; a beautiful and unique exception. — "I want you to let it all out." — It wasn't a request, a loving request, it was an order along with a pinch made by his lips.

Regardless, your orgasm was intense, causing a strong delirium in your delightful and sensitive mind. — Coriolanus was definitely in paradise and his taste was magnificent; a flavor he could never get sick of. — He licked and sucked your release, delighting himself and getting it dirty on his sculpted chin.

Coriolanus's large, thin hands opened your thighs even further with the intention of not leaving even a drop of your juices. — Like a hungry animal, not even leaving the carcass for others.

The heavy feeling of exhaustion and a drowsy wave controlled your body slowly even though you forced yourself to stay awake and full. — Snow sucked your energy, leaving nothing left for you. — An exhausted smile formed on your lips as you looked at Coriolanus; now, he left affectionate and grateful kisses on your thighs. — You loved that damn young man.

"My good girl…" — Coriolanus felt your heavy gazes. — "…you did such a good job for me." — Your heart accelerated, you didn't know how to answer if it was about what had happened or the affectionate way he praised your; you didn’t care either way.

You didn't even have the strength to answer him, so just your sweet and tired smile was enough for Coriolanus. — He was so proud, more than he already was, and he longed for more; he always wanted more.

And in the end, he would have. — Like every animal, it would get its prey in the blink of an eye.

[the-love-cult]

What I really like about Pavlova is how his character was introduced This overbearing, passionate character who seemed almost insufferable in his obsession with love. He came off as someone who couldn’t tolerate dissent, like if you didn’t believe in love the way he did, you were simply wrong. It made it feel like his whole identity hinged on that one idea, and you were supposed to see him as foolish or deluded for it. HOWEVER it became obvious that his beliefs about love weren’t as solid as they first appeared. The confidence he once clung to started to fracture, giving way to uncertainty. He began to question the authenticity of his feelings.. you could see him struggling to tell if what he felt was real or just something he’d convinced himself of.

It becomes clear that Pavlova is clinging to a single, willfully naive belief.. That ignorance is bliss. He doesn’t want to question it, he chooses to see it through rose-tinted glasses, desperate to preserve the illusion, no matter how fragile it really is.

The question I've seen floating around is "Why is Pavlova an adult in the second half of the event?" The answer is simple. Beyond looking at the fact that he is based on Eros.. Pavlova's child design represented innocence. Pavlova’s retreat into dreamy escapism mirrors the innocence of a child, someone deliberately kept naive and sheltered by Eternal Sugar. His refusal to leave the facade of paradise isn’t just denial but it’s the result of being emotionally caged, conditioned to see comfort in fantasy rather than face the harshness of reality.

Eternal Sugar positioned herself as a benevolent savior, enforcing a version of happiness that could never be questioned. She offered "paradise" wrapping everyone in a sweetness they couldn’t escape. Like syrup weighing down Sugarfly’s wings.

In the end, Pavlova’s deepest desire was simple.. he just wanted his “dearest friend” to break free. Unable to openly show his frustration and anger under Eternal Sugar’s watchful eye, he instead directed those feelings toward her, all the while secretly hoping for Sugarfly’s liberation. Pavlova’s desire for freedom was reflected in her as well. More than anything, he yearned to escape..... ideally, with her by his side.

Pavlova was destined to remain captive. He became Eternal Sugar’s greatest enabler, never summoning the courage to spread his wings and break free, even though they were always ready behind him. Consumed by fear, he remains trapped.. his future locked in place, with no hope of escape.

Pavlova’s story is a tragic exploration of willful ignorance and the devastating cost of emotional captivity His journey reveals how fear can cage even those with the power to escape, and how projection of hope onto others can mask one’s own paralysis. Ultimately, Pavlova’s story is a cautionary tale about the price of denial and the courage required to break free from toxic attachments, even when it means risking everything you thought was home. It’s a lesson on the need to confront painful truths, or else remain forever imprisoned in a false paradise.

I could make a whole separate post for Sugarfly but. God.

[pnwnativeplants]

From Ranier National Park (Tahoma)

Ever wonder why subalpine vegetation is a little more sensitive to footsteps than the plants on your trails at home? Why are park employees so passionate about keeping visitors on trail even when it appears that they’re just stepping on dirt? Let’s get down to the root of things…

The beautiful & diverse vegetation you see is adapted to survive the harsh subalpine environment and has a limited growing season. Small and long-lived, these plants grow in dense patches to withstand the elements, over centuries merging to form lush subalpine meadows. Because they are covered in snow 9 months of the year, subalpine plants have a short period to grow, flower, pollinate and produce seeds. Can you imagine the stress you’d be working under with that kind of timeline? Now add in a million people crowding you on top of that. What might seem like a harmless step off trail has a greater impact than you might think.

It takes ~40,000+ plants and 2+ months to restore a small fraction of the damage that's been done from stepping off trail. Even then, it will take well over 10 years for the landscape to start mirroring what it once was. In a less heavily visited environment the vegetation could reseed itself, but our plants rarely have the chance to try. The harsh reality is that, if you are off trail, you are stepping on fragile vegetation or a bare patch of ground where a meadow is trying to regrow beneath your feet. This trampling causes nutrient loss in the soil and erosion that permanently impacts plant growth.

An increase in visitation means more people enjoying the outdoors, but also a greater impact to our fragile meadows. It can be easy to overlook the extraordinary lives of the vegetation at Mount Rainier, but educating others on what makes these plants unique is an important step in preventing meadow damage and encouraging everyone to stay on trail. It doesn't take much to destroy a meadow but can take a lifetime to bring one back.

NPS Photos showing before and after restoration projects at Paradise and Cougar Rock Campground, employees transporting plants in wheelbarrows, sorting plants, and volunteers planting at Paradise. ~ab/kl

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+82 ☆ flying lights, paradise

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[ 陰 ♡ ] : reworked an old fic :3 ty mana for proofreading >3<

                  🔗. 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝙁𝗶𝗟𝗘 ᰈ̠ 𝗡𝘼𝗩𝗶𝗚𝘼𝗧𝗘 ✮ 𝗖𝙇𝗶𝗖𝗞

park sunghoon loves you.

there’s never been a single shred of doubt about that. the feeling comes naturally to him, easy like it is to breathe. easy like it’s meant to be. 

like he’s always meant to be the one. no games, no cliches.

sunghoon loves you. and you love him just as much, if not more. 

it is almost cruel then, that despite this, you have both been familiarized with heartbreak. 

airports should be a place of hope, of new beginnings. a place where you can leave behind everything weighing you down and allow your soul to revel in the freeing lightness of your plane taking off. even if only for a little while. 

you feel anything but freed or light with how sunghoon’s fingers intertwine with yours, as the two of you make your way towards boarding gate 108. 

the earlier goodbyes are still fresh in your mind. how supportive and encouraging everyone was. it’s no laughing matter, of course. getting into one of the best universities worldwide is no small feat, even if deep down it was well known that you would be one to achieve big things.

sunghoon had been the loudest. he’d taken it upon himself to be your own personal hype man, waxing poetic about how you’d get better opportunities there, better faculty and better chance to make a place for yourself.

you almost wish this was a movie. that the love you have for him would be enough, that you could leave everything behind and just be with him. but he wouldn’t let you.

(he’s been more than blunt about that. he wants what's best for you, even if it completely destroys him—one painfully beautiful memory at a time.)

what’s worse though, is when the doubts start to creep in. what if the true reason he seems so unaffected is because you simply just don't mean that much to him?

you know it's logical to leave, hell he more or less forced you to make that decision but it stings so, so much to think that he may have, subconsciously or not wanted to get.. away from you?

but you just can't bring yourself to actually talk to him about it. 

it goes unspoken that you’d want your boyfriend not to move on, to wait for you. but how could you even dare to say that to him?

how could you ask the one who taught you the true meaning of love to suffer, to be in pain, to be without that one constant in their life and to not seek other companionship? 

in the end, you just fall silent in front of his steady gaze.

there's just … too many people around and not enough words. 

you think you won't be able to express all that you have buried deep down in your heart unless sunghoon physically become one with your skin and feels it himself. 

even then you doubt it'll be enough. how could it ever be enough? 

as you finally raise your head and meet his eyes resolutely, you decide you can't let this show. for fear that the man in front of you who seems to be oh so calm about all this would start to question his decision. 

he kisses you once. twice. softly, carefully—like he’s worried you’re too fragile. you want to tell him you’d rather have him angry, have him crying if only so you know that he actually cares.

you don’t. all you do is walk away. 

it’ll be fine, sunghoon thinks to himself, as he watches your plane take off with bated breath. it isn’t like he can do anything now that you've already left. 

maybe you'll move on and maybe he will, too.

maybe all the times you’d spent together would be reduced to nothing but a nostalgic memory. to old playlists, to borrowed clothes, to photos in that special folder named after the other; none of which you can bear to part with.

the dazed, “out of sorts” state he’s been thrust into exists like an omnipresent cloud. but he knows he can't let it take over him, he must not let it affect his daily life. he knows you’d hate that.

so sunghoon goes about everything just as usual even if for no other reason than to satisfy that little spirit of longing existing within him. and sure, yeah, it’s not like contact has been completely cut off. 

he hears about you every now and then, sees you post all about your new life on instagram.

but it’s not the same. how is he supposed to make do with being pushed back to the periphery of everything that makes you you, after having existed in its epicenter?

but he can't help but wonder if you hear about him, think of him as well? sunghoon can’t say he’s confident if you feel all of that which torments him every second of every day till he is not even sure what exactly it is that he’s feeling anymore. 

if all of what he’s feeling is still something that he can blame you for or is it somehow, for some reason targeted towards himself? for falling for you in the first place. 

for believing that his love could be enough.

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[revelboo]

I feel like a good alternate title for your Fated Mates series would be The Human Distribution System... though I suppose that works for any transformers fic, but your Fated Mates series, especially so.

🤣 pretty much

Paradise

TFO Soundwave x Reader

• Couldn’t understand this. The humans, this irrational obsession with them that’s infecting his fellow Decepticons one by one. First Megatron, then Starscream, and finally Shockwave, had thought that one would know better. There’s something wrong with this world. Watched them all return to the Nemesis with these fragile, trembling organics. Not as pets or even trophies of conquest, but as mates. Their processors poisoned somehow. Corrupted.

• Staring down at you, at your wide eyes as you freeze, tense and poised like you’re about to take flight, he understands now. Feels something shift in his spark, an undeniable pull that’s chaining him like an invisible tether. Until he’s aching to touch you as your lips part. Can hear the wild, chaos of your emotions crashing over him again and again. Knowing you’ll drown him if he’s not careful. Feeling an echoing longing from you that’s almost as powerful as the fear. And he can’t understand that terror, that you see a monster looming over you, not your mate.

• Heart hammering in your chest, you can hardly breathe as you stare up at the metal giant. Trying so hard to ignore that thought that whispers through you that you know him. That makes you want to walk closer instead of running, because he’s warmth and safety. He’s home. And it’s wrong, a trap somehow. Has to be. Stumbling back a step when he kneels and offers a hand, that visor brightening. “Don’t. Please,” he says, and the plea in his voice soaks into you, makes your chest ache until you want to cry. “Don’t go.”

• You feel it. Knows you do, just like he knows you’re frightened. That he’s too big, too intimidating. That some part of you is screaming to run even as you want to reach for him. “I know you?” Your voice wavers as it spills into him, the words a question. Another chain dragging him down, because he needs you to keep talking, to hear your voice say his name. That familiarity twisting through him, like his spark knows yours. Do you even have a spark? You must. Certain of it as he reaches out a single servo and those scared eyes flick from his masked and visored face to his servo. “How do I know you?” You ask, voice breaking and desperate.

• It feels like you’ve done this before, a thousand times in a thousand different lifetimes. Caught up in his gravity, not wanting to escape. “I’ll always find you,” he says and you rock forward. Those words are certain, almost a threat. Because you know he won’t let you go now, he can’t. Just like you can’t run even though a part of wants to, because this feels like losing a part of yourself. That big hand is close, but he hasn’t moved. Realizing you crossed the distance, that he can grab you if he wants to, that alien head tipping as you stare up at him. A machine. That’s not quite right, though. He’s alive, strangely living metal. He’s yours like you’re his. “Come to me.” Whether or not you want this.

• You’re so small, insubstantial and unreal looking as you lay a tiny hand on his servo. A little bird poised to fly away. Moving slowly, he cups his hands around you. The side of his hand bumping the back of your legs and for a klik, he knows you’re about to run. Sees it in the panic in those eyes, but then you decide. Slide yourself into his palm with a shuddering sigh and his hands cup around you, feeling the warmth of you, the frantic rhythm of your heart, your hand lifting to press against his other palm covering you. Cradling you to his chassis as he stays kneeling in the dirt, he vents softly. Poison. You’re poison spilling through his lines, sinking into his spark with a hunger that’s frightening in its intensity. And he slowly stands, carrying you home.

[leggerefiore]

OMG the dragons accidentally knocking up their mates-

Pitaya would have no idea what to do.

Longan I see would appear calm maybe even happy about having more dragons but on the inside? PANICKING because how the hell is the MORTAL body of their mate going to handle their clutch!?

Surprisingly Ananas would be the most ‘calm’ about accidentally impregnating their mate.

(BONUS)

Lotus just ‘brought’ home a child Cough Pond Dino Cookie Cough and said “This is our child now”

HAVE MERCY ON THE POOR SOUL THATS LYCHEE CHILD-

cw: egg preg implied, dragons, uh lychee abducted a child in their part,

characters: Pitaya, Ananas, Longan, Lotus, Lychee

🗡Pitaya Dragon Cookie🍉

🔴 The moment you tell them that you suspect something, they go to laugh it off. A mortal? And a dragon? Pfft, as if. Look, as much as they might want to believe it is possible – they literally cannot see it happening. They are in a little bit of denial. Though, as it grows more apparent and you insist further, they shift. Alright. Now they panic. You are definitely carrying something inside you. Would it be an egg? They had no idea – this was unknown to them. The best they can offer for now is locking you away in their nest. You need to rest! A mortal carrying a draconic offspring… They were worried about your survivability. You were strong, but this was not some battle.

🔴 Ultimately, despite a few scares along the way, a healthy egg is delivered, and Pitaya finds themself actually broody. The dragon feels huffy as they hold the egg to them. The greenish-red egg… You were allowed much time to recover, but… You still could not leave their nest. Their protective instincts are in overdrive. Pitaya finds themself oddly contented with the situation. Snapdragon might get a sibling. And, the dragon quite was happy to have something even more obvious of their claim towards you. Besides, seeing you hold the egg made them feel much more joy than they did after facing a strong foe and winning. They cannot wait to meet their hatchling in the end.

👁Longan Dragon Cookie🌟

⚪️ When you express your worries about a change in your body, Longan silently hopes that it is your body beginning to revert back into its true form. But… Seeing as you state where you specifically feel odd and how, they realise the error in their actions. This… was something they had hoped was impossible. Mortal and dragon coming together… No, this must have been because you were originally a dragon. This offspring would be a full dragon. They will simply place a hand to your swelling abdomen and remark about how this was a wonderful sign for their plans. The era of dragons was truly to return, and you would bear the first child of it. The future emperor of this paradise creating the first child only made sense. Then they remember how fragile your body is and ponder how to accelerate the process of you changing back.

⚪️ Longan's concerns feel realised as you grow weaker throughout the gestation. This mortal body was truly not made for draconic young. They could only provide support as you progress through it all. In the end, an ivory egg with golden specs lays safely in their nest as you recover nearby. It was not a clutch, but… Longan finds themself coiling around the egg and you. Nothing shall come to harm either of you. They will make certain of it. There is a certain frustration if you ever try to leave the nest… They are broody and protective… And, you need to be there for the hatchling. There will be an instinctual need for you both. Longan wishes to greet this new dragon… and their child as soon they can.

🍍Ananas Dragon Cookie🏖

🟡 When you brought up some concerns to the dragon, Ananas was a little uncertain. They did not want to get their hopes up, but it certainly sounded like you were carrying their offspring. They had not been necessarily not trying to have one, but they had not really thought it possible. But, as it became more and more obvious, they felt such immense joy. Oh, what every dragon desires – treasures, territory, a mate, and… They find themself hoarding you even more, but also becoming easier to please. The Mango Tribe is the first to notice this change and offers more and more offerings. They are passed along to you – you need to keep your strength up, after all! The island seems even more beautiful during this period.

🟡 While there were a few scares throughout the process, in the end, a healthy egg lies securely in the Golden Dragon's nest. It is a bright gold with a few specs of green around. Ananas is guarding the egg quite dutifully in their true form, and you will find yourself hoarded away just as much. Both of you are so precious to them… You both need to be within their reach at all times. Though, their islanders are allowed to come and bask in the glory of their egg. Many gifts are left alongside good words. It really is celebrated. Their broodiness is a little cute to see, too. The egg is not leaving their side. Ananas is excited to meet their hatchling and show them everything they need to know.

🪷Lotus Dragon Cookie🌊

🔵 You had been a little sombre lately, and the Blue Dragon had noticed. While they had tried a few things to perk you up, you seemed as bored as they often could grow. Lotus pondered what to do. Certainly, the situation at hand was not helping… You could not leave their territory. The risk was far too great. The various other mortals under their protection only could provide so much company… Lotus sighed. But, one being amongst the few in their paradise caught their eye. A distraction would help, no doubt. And… Well, the little mortal certainly had captured the dragon's heart with their cuteness.

🔵 “My treasure,” they spoke softly as they entered your room, “Here, I believe this little one needs company.” And thus, the dragon bestowed upon you Pond Dino. They watched the little mortal crawl towards you and instantly seem to find themself comfortable in your lap. What an adorable sight. They sit at your side and speak about how they would quite appreciate your help in caring for them. While it may not be their biological hatchling, they are more than happy to raise them with you into a fine person. Pond Dino clearly was overjoyed at the attention given from you both, too.

💜Lychee Dragon Cookie🍇

🟣 Your mood had been low for a few days. They had tried whatever they could to entertain you, but nothing seemed to work. Their monsters failed. Any trinkets they brought failed. It was frustrating. Lychee just wanted you to be happy! They thought and thought. What would make you happy again? Clearly, their affection was not enough. And, they had been a little busy. Longan's orders… Ugh. They wanted a solution. Maybe… company…? But Lychee did not want to share you. Hmm…

🟣 “Kyahaha, here!” the Violet Dragon dumped a baby onto you. You blinked. It was clearly a mortal, and the clothing gave you an idea of where they originated. “I found this little one hidden away,” they came to your side and watched them, “I'm not completely a monster! So, they're ours now!” The baby seemed to nuzzle into you, clearly a bit cold. The Rambutan Village was destroyed, and you shuddered to think about the populace. Lychee seemed unbothered by the horror of the situation. The dragon was eager to learn how to care for the child, at least.

[brittle-doughie]

I wonder how would the dragons react to being offered gifts by y/n lmao. I hope no one gets kidnapped.

Maybe 😊

:3

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“Now THIS is a gift fit for a dragon! You know your stuff, fragile Cookie. Perhaps…I shall go easy on you today~”

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“Every day is the same with you, Cookie. Bringing me offerings in exchange for standing in my presence. They’re not bad offerings, so you may bask in my glory.”

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“For your offerings to me, you have my gratitude. Would you like to make a wish with your lantern? I can already guess what that wish may be. You want to stay in my paradise? Very well, I shall grant it~”

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“Hmm, I expected a gift like this one. So many Cookies have given me this before, I have a pile over there! Heehee... It was just a joke, no need to be upset! I’ll be generous and give you a reward in return! You’d love that, would you~?”

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“Why do you continue to bring me such offerings like this, weak one? Making so much commotion coming here, you would’ve been turned to stone much sooner…but I won’t do that. I find your persistence…endearing.”

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