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Let's Talk About That Chapter 1
Psychiatrist!Avenger!Fem!Reader × Wanda Maximoff
Summary: You are the young psychiatrist for the Avengers, and you take your job very seriously, but what happens when Wanda joins the team, turning your life upside down?
Word count: 1.7k
Warnings: legal age gap r is 19 w is 25, talks of death and grief, a bit of angst, therapy sessions
A/N: I had this idea for a while and wrote it a while ago, but spruced it up for publishing. I hope you enjoy it!
May 7th-10th 2015
The only sounds to be heard were the scratches of your pen against paper as you wrote down notes the old fashioned way and the hum of the AC unit installed in your office. Tony let you have a nice corner of the tower where there was sunlight and windows. You had gone with a soft gray for the walls, an L-shaped mahogany desk that had both a desktop computer and your laptop. Across from your desk was two couches and a coffee table between them with an assortment of fidget toys, a succulent, a handful of magazines, and a box of tissues.
Everyone had been away on an important mission and normally you’d go with, but you'd been recovering from a previous injury, you still are when you hear a knock on your door,
"Open." You let them know and just from their aura you can tell it's Tasha, but she's with someone else, an aura you don't recognize. You look up to find a girl with chestnut colored hair, and a dark aura around her. "Hey Tash. I'm glad you're all home safe. I'm assuming we'll restart our sessions?" You ask the red head.
"Yes. We can resume them. Tomorrow. Today I need you to have a talk with this one." Tasha helps her into the room and gestures for her to sit down, Tasha walks over and hands you a large file. "She came from HYDRA, they had a lot of info on her, she had joined us in the fight against Ultron." Tasha tells you before lowering her voice, "She lost her twin brother during the battle. So maybe you can get her to talk." You smile at Tasha and then look past the red head.
"Yeah of course we shouldn't have any issues Tash. Leave it to me." You tell her as I adjust your glasses, quickly looking over her file as Tasha exits, closing the door behind her, "Wanda Maximoff, 25, born in Sokovia." You say out loud as you walk around your desk to the other couch across from where she's sitting criss-cross. You take notice she's taken her shoes off and smile, taking note of the fact that she’s comfortable enough to do something like that. "I'm Dr. Y/N Y/L/N. I'm 19. I'm also an Avenger. I have a power that allows me to see auras and emotions. I can also influence people's emotions and use my voice to influence others around me." You tell her a little about yourself first to help make her comfortable with talking about herself.
"You're 19? How are you a doctor?" She finally talks and you can hear her thick Sokovian accent which is like music to your ears.
"I'm very smart. Graduated high school at 12 finished my Doctorate last year for psychiatry and Tony took me in as the Avengers Psychiatrist shortly after that. Everyone here needs a little bit of help and that is what I'm here to provide for you." You smile at her as you open a fresh notebook for her, choosing a red covered one noticing that she was wearing Tasha’s red leather jacket. "So tell me a little about yourself. Anything you want." You ask as you jot down her basic info on the first page.
"I love American sitcoms." she tells you first. You smile and look at her over your glasses.
"Why is that?" You ask as you jot down her words.
"We used to watch them as a family every night so we could learn English." She tells you making a smile appear on your face.
"When you say we who does that entail?" You question the Sokovian wanting to get to the root of her problems.
"My Mama, Papa, and Pietro..." She tells you solemnly.
"Who is Pietro?" You inquire, looking up from your notebook.
"He is...was...my twin brother." You jot down everything she says during your session and she does open up a little bit with some persuasion on your part, but that isn't unusual for your sessions.
"Well Wanda thank you for opening up to me. Your aura is looking a little warmer from when you first walked in. How about you come back in three days for another session?" You tilt your head as you grab a little card for her.
"Why three days?" She asks nervously, tugging at her sleeves attempting to cover her hands, but the jacket doesn't budge. She starts picking at her nails as an alternative, chipping the black nail polish further.
"I like to have frequent sessions the first month. Then we'll have them weekly just like the others." You let her know and she nods her head as you write the date and time for her to show up on the card for three days from now. Standing up with her, "I offer a high fives, hand shakes, fist bumps, or a hug at the end of sessions. Which would you like?" You ask and she's thrown off a bit by the statement at first but then answers.
"Hug. I could use a hug right now." You open up your arms and let her come to you. She ends up crying in your arms as you sooth her, letting her know it is okay to cry.
"I'll always be here for you Wanda. I'm always on your side." You whisper to her and she holds you tighter at the words.
You sat back down at your desk after Wanda left, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within you. Empathy for Wanda's pain, determination to help her heal, and a lingering sense of dread about what HYDRA had done to her. But you pushed those feelings aside, focusing on the task at hand.
As the Avengers' psychiatrist, it was your responsibility to help your teammates navigate the mental and emotional toll of their work. Sometimes that meant delving into painful memories or difficult emotions, but it was a role you took on willingly. After all, you had your own share of struggles, and if you could use your powers to help others, then it was worth it.
You glanced at the clock and realized it was almost time for lunch. You decided to take a break and head to the common area, where you found Tony tinkering with one of his suits.
"Hey, Y/N," he greeted you with a grin. "How's it going?"
"Good," you replied, sinking into a nearby chair. "Just had a session with Wanda. She's been through a lot."
Tony nodded solemnly. "Yeah, losing her brother and all that HYDRA stuff... it's rough."
You sighed, running a hand through your Y/H/C hair. "Yeah, but she's strong. I think she'll come through it."
Tony gave you a reassuring smile before returning to his work, and you took a moment to appreciate the camaraderie of the team. Despite your differences and the challenges you guys faced, you were a family, bound together by our shared experiences and our commitment to protecting the world.
After a quick lunch, you headed back to your office to prepare for your next session. As you reviewed your notes from Wanda's session, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to her story, something hidden beneath the surface. But for now, all you could do was continue to offer her support and hope that she would find the strength to confront her demons and emerge stronger on the other side.
With that thought in mind, you square your shoulders and prepare to face whatever challenges lay ahead. As an Avenger, a psychiatrist, and a friend, you were ready to do whatever it took to help your teammates and protect the world from whatever threats may come our way.
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Three days passed in a blur of meetings, training sessions, and the occasional emergency mission. But today, you were back in your office, eagerly awaiting Wanda's return for your second session. As you sat at your desk, reviewing your notes from your previous meeting, you couldn't help but feel a surge of empathy for her. Losing a loved one in battle was something you could relate to all too well.
Before you could dwell too much on your own past, there was a soft knock on your door, and Wanda stepped into the room. Her aura seemed a bit brighter today, though still tinged with sadness. "Hey, Wanda," you greeted her with a warm smile, motioning for her to take a seat. "How are you feeling today?"
Wanda hesitated for a moment before answering, "Better, I think. Thank you for... everything last time."
You nodded, understandingly. "Of course. It's what I'm here for." You gestured toward the notebook on the table. "Shall we pick up where we left off?"
For the next hour, the two of you delved deeper into Wanda's past, her memories of Sokovia, her time with HYDRA, and her experiences with her brother, Pietro. With each word she spoke, you could feel her emotions swirling around you, and you did your best to guide her through them, offering comfort and support where you could.
As your session came to a close, Wanda seemed visibly lighter, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Thank you, Y/N," she said softly, wiping away a stray tear. "I didn't realize how much I needed this."
You smiled back, feeling a sense of fulfillment wash over you. "Anytime, Wanda. Remember, I'm always here for you."
Before she left, Wanda surprises you by reaching out and giving you a tight hug. "Thank you," she repeated, her voice thick with emotion.
As you watched her leave your office, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to help someone in need, to make a difference in their life, even if it was just one session at a time. And as you glanced down at the Power Stone embedded in your chest, you couldn't help but wonder if perhaps this was the true source of your ability to connect with others on such a deep level. But for now, all that mattered was that you were making a difference, one session at a time.
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Hey plant & gardening tumblr, I need some help! I was given all of these succulents as gifts, and while I've been managing to keep them alive okay, I don't actually know what species they are. I have a couple ideas, but I could use some help narrowing it down. I want to give them proper care for their individual needs!
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feeding zb1 boys … !
> pairings: non-idol!zb1 x fem!reader
> warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread
> song recommendation: tattoo by loreen
> note: i love this post sm hi yall
김 jiwoong.
you and jiwoong were enjoying a quiet evening at home, surrounded by the comforting glow of candlelight. the room was filled with a soft, serene ambiance, creating the perfect atmosphere for relaxation. jiwoong has just started doing his skincare routine and was seated in front of a vanity mirror, examining his skin.
you couldn't help but admire his dedication to self-care. with a smile, you approached him, holding a small plate of fruits and snacks. “here, jiwoong. i thought you might get hungry doing all that," you said sweetly.
your boyfriend turned to look at you, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the treats you brought. “thank you, love. you always know how to take care of me,” he replied gratefully. you sat beside him and picked up a piece of fruit, raising it to his lips. jiwoong opened his mouth obediently, allowing you to feed him. the sweetness of the fruit mingled with the affection in the air, creating a gentle and intimate moment between the two of you.
as he chewed, jiwoong's eyes never left yours. “you spoil me, you know that?” he murmured, a hint of adoration in his voice.
you chuckled softly, enjoying the opportunity to pamper him. “well, someone has to make sure you're well-nourished, inside and out,” you teased, brushing your fingers against his cheek.
jiwoong leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “im lucky to have you,” he confessed, his voice filled with sincerity. your heart swelled with warmth, feeling the depth of his words. “im lucky too, jiwoong. being able to take care of you brings me joy,” you whispered, leaning closer to him.
Unable to resist any longer, your boyfriend closed the gap between you, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. when you finally pulled away, a smile graced jiwoong's lips. “i couldn't help myself. you're just too irresistible,” he said playfully.
he laughed, a melodious sound that warmed your heart. “you're right. ill save the kisses for after im all done,” jiwoong replied, winking at you.
as you continued to feed him, the peaceful atmosphere enveloped you both, creating a haven of love and tranquility. it was in these simple moments, surrounded by affection and care, that you knew your bond with jiwoong was unbreakable.
장 hao.
hao and you strolled hand in hand through the vibrant aisles of the open-air supermarket. the warm sun cast a golden glow upon the colorful food stands, creating a picturesque scene. the air was filled with the enticing aromas of freshly baked bread, sizzling meats, and exotic spices. as you wandered deeper into the market, you couldn't help but notice a delightful display of food standees arranged in a whimsical fashion. each standee showcased a mouthwatering array of goodies, from succulent fruits to delectable pastries and everything in between.
haos eyes widened with childlike wonder as he beheld the imaginative scene before him. “wow, this place is like a food lover's paradise!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine excitement. you grinned at his enthusiasm and replied, “its definitely a feast for the eyes, isn't it? but i have a feeling we can make it a feast for our taste buds too.”
hao chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. ”oh, really? and how do you propose we do that, my dear food connoisseur?”
you glanced around, spotting a charming standee designed like a miniature picnic setting. it was adorned with an assortment of bite-sized treats. ”i have an idea,” you said, a twinkle in your eyes. ”how about we have our own little picnic right here, right now?”
his face lit up with delight. “that sounds amazing! But we don't have any food with us…”
you winked playfully. ”who says we need to bring our own food when we have all these standees?” with a wide grin, you picked up a small wooden fork from a nearby stand. haos eyes widened in realization, a mixture of surprise and amusement dancing in them. ”you mean... you want to feed me?”
you nodded, holding out the fork with a mock serious expression. ”yes, my dear hao. allow me to be your personal food attendant for the day.” your boyfriend laughed heartily, playing along with your playful antics. ”well then, i humbly accept this honor. please, feed me, oh mighty food attendant.”
you giggled and selected a juicy grape from the standee, gently impaling it on the fork. ”your wish is my command, sir.” you brought the fork to his lips, and he playfully nibbled on the grape, his eyes fixed on yours.
the taste of the grape burst in his mouth, and he savored its sweetness. ”i think ill need a little more sustenance to fully appreciate your food attendant skills,” he remarked, his eyes twinkling.
you accepted his challenge with a playful smirk. ”challenge accepted! prepare yourself for a culinary adventure like no other.” with that, you moved on to the next standee, picking up a tiny sandwich. as you brought it to haos lips, he eagerly took a bite, his eyes still locked with yours.
each bite became a delightful dance, as you fed your boyfriend with small morsels of different flavors and textures. there were miniature quiches with their buttery crusts, delicate chocolate truffles that melted on the tongue, and tiny skewers of marinated meat that burst with savory goodness.
the afternoon wore on, and as the last rays of sunlight bathed the market, you sat side by side on a cozy bench, a satisfied smile adorning both your faces. hao leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. “thank you for the most enchanting picnic ive ever had. you truly have a gift for turning ordinary moments into extraordinary memories.” you blushed, feeling the warmth of his words in your heart. “im just glad we could share this beautiful experience together, hao.“
as you gazed into each other's eyes, the market buzzed with activity around you. but in that moment, it felt like it was just the two of you, and nothing else mattered.
성 hanbin.
hanbin and you sat across from each other in a cozy corner of the restaurant, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm ambiance around you. the air was filled with tantalizing aromas of delicious cuisine, and the gentle melodies from the live band in the background added a touch of romance to the evening. you couldn't help but smile as you looked at hanbin, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
the waiter approached your table, bearing an array of delectable dishes. as he laid them out before you, you couldn't help but marvel at the vibrant colors and exquisite presentation.
“you know,” hanbin said, his voice laced with mischief, “i heard that feeding your partner is the ultimate display of affection. care to test that theory?”
you chuckled, leaning in closer to him. “oh, is that so? well, im willing to put it to the test. but only if you promise to return the favor.” he grinned, a playful glint in his eyes. “deal.”
you reached for a fork, selecting a bite-sized piece of succulent steak from your plate, holding it up to your boyfriends lips. “open wide!”
he complied, parting his lips with anticipation. as he bit into the tender meat, a pleased hum escaped his throat. “you have impeccable taste, my dear.” chuckling at his playfulness, you replied, “well, ive had good practice. remember all those times i cooked for you?”
his eyes softened, filled with affection. “of course, how could i forget? those were some of the best meals ive ever had. you have a knack for making everything taste good."
you blushed at his words, feeling a swell of pride. “thank you, hanbin. it means a lot to me.”
as the night progressed, the exchange of bites and laughter continued. each morsel you fed each other held not just nourishment but also a delightful sense of closeness. between mouthfuls, you engaged in playful banter, teasing each other about your eating styles. hanbin would pretend to steal a bite from your plate, only to be met with a slap on his hand. and you would laughingly complain about his inability to resist devouring his food, leaving you trailing behind.
as the evening drew to a close, and the last bits of food were savored, you leaned back in your chairs, cherishing the contentment that washed over you. hanbin reached across the table, his fingers intertwining with yours. “thank you for this incredible evening,” he said softly, his eyes filled with gratitude. “i couldnt ask for a more perfect date or a more amazing partner.”
you smiled, your heart swelling with joy. “the pleasure was all mine, hanbin. im grateful every day for the love we share. and im so lucky to have you by my side.”
석 matthew.
you sat comfortably on a plush, oversized armchair, with your boyfriend snuggled up beside you. as you gazed into each other's eyes, a playful smile danced across your lips. the room was filled with joy and contentment, and the bond between you and matthew seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment. it was a picture-perfect scene, like a page ripped straight out of a fairytale.
on a small, ornate coffee table before you lay an array of delectable treats: freshly baked cookies, juicy strawberries, and a bowl of velvety chocolate. you couldn't help but giggle as you picked up a strawberry and playfully dangled it in front of matthews lips.
his eyes sparkled with anticipation as he leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against your fingertips. “you know, it's not fair to tease a hungry man,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes.
with a sly grin, you pressed the strawberry to his lips, allowing him to take a bite. his lips enveloped the fruit, and a sweet mixture of strawberry and his irresistible smile filled the air. “delicious,” he murmured, his voice laced with adoration.
you couldn't resist leaning in to steal a quick kiss, savoring the taste of strawberry on his lips. as your lips parted, noticed a smudge of chocolate on the corner of matthews mouth. chuckling softly, you reached for a cookie and dipped it into the bowl of melted chocolate. with a twinkle in your eye, you held it up to matthews lips, his gaze never leaving yours. “i believe you have a little something right here,” you teased, your voice barely above a whisper.
your boyfriends eyes widened in mock surprise, and he eagerly took a bite, savoring the sweet combination of cookie and chocolate. ”you realny enjoy taking care of me, don’t you?” he remarked, his voice filled with gratitude.
as the evening wore on, the air became filled with the sweet symphony of laughter and affectionate whispers. you and matthew continued to share these delightful moments, feeding each other and nourishing not only your bodies but also your souls.
the room seemed to radiate with love, as if the very walls were whispering secrets of everlasting happiness. the gentle flicker of candlelight cast a soft glow on your faces, accentuating the love and tenderness that enveloped you.
and as the night drew to a close, you and matthew found yourselves in each other's arms, wrapped in a cozy blanket, drifting off to sleep.
김 taerae.
taerae stood in the center of the room, his eyes closed, his figure radiating an air of serenity. his voice filled the space, effortlessly gliding through scales and arpeggios. you admired the way his body moved with each note, his hands conducting the invisible orchestra of his voice.
unable to resist the urge to be close to him, you approached taerae with a smile tugging at your lips. carrying a tupperware box filled with bite-sized snacks, you made your way towards him. as you drew near, your boyfriends eyes flickered open, a soft smile gracing his lips. “you're distracting me,” he teased, his voice laced with affection.
“but i come bearing food,” you replied, your voice filled with excitement. “a little fuel for your beautiful voice.”
taeraes eyes sparkled with delight as he observed the array of treats in the box. there were tiny sandwiches filled with his favorite fillings, dainty pastries with delicate frosting, and fruits sliced into perfectly bite-sized pieces. you had taken great care in preparing this spread, wanting to surprise him with both taste and presentation.
”i am a lucky man indeed,” your boyfriend said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. “but how can i concentrate on my practice when you're here, tempting me with these delectable treats?”
you giggled, the sound filling the room like a symphony. “well, taerae, i thought i could combine business with pleasure. you sing, and ill feed you. deal?”
taerae pretended to ponder for a moment, his hand resting on his chin in mock contemplation. “hmm, let me think... i get to serenade you and enjoy your culinary creations? that's an offer i can't miss!”
with a mischievous glint in his eyes, taerae resumed his vocal exercises. each note that escaped his lips was met with your encouraging smile. as his voice soared higher and higher, you picked up a tiny sandwich and held it out to him. taerae leaned forward, gracefully capturing the food with his lips, never once missing a beat.
the room filled with a symphony of sounds - the melodic strains of taeraes voice intermingling with the soft rustle of the box and the gentle hum of your admiration. you marveled at the way his voice effortlessly filled the space, each note floating delicately on the air.
with each bite, his expression morphed from concentration to pure delight. his eyes sparkled with appreciation as he savored the flavors you had crafted with love. as the last notes of taeraes vocal exercise faded away, he opened his eyes, a grin spreading across his face, the remnants of food still clinging to the corners of his lips.
“you are my inspiration.” he whispered, his voice a sweet melody that resonated deep within your heart.
리키 ricky.
the room was filled with the soft hum of rickys workout playlist, playing from the speakers, as he diligently worked up a sweat. dressed in a snug-fitting tank top and athletic shorts, his muscles flexed and glistened under the exertion.
meanwhile, you were sitting on the couch nearby, admiring his dedication and drive. the room was adorned with potted plants, their vibrant green leaves adding a touch of nature to the scene. a gentle breeze rustled the curtains, carrying the sweet scent of flowers from the garden outside.
in your hands, you held a plate filled with an assortment of fresh fruits, each one more tempting than the last. ripe strawberries, juicy watermelon slices, and succulent grapes were arranged artfully on the plate. the colors popped against the pristine white surface, creating a mouthwatering display.
as ricky finished a set of push-ups, his glistening form caught your attention. you couldn't resist the opportunity to surprise him with a delightful treat. a smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you approached him, holding the plate of healthy snacks.
“hey there, handsome,” you cooed, your voice laced with affection. your boyfriend looked up, a mixture of surprise and curiosity crossing his face. he wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand and propped himself up, giving you his full attention. “what's all this?” ricky asked, his voice filled with both confusion and intrigue. his eyes sparkled with anticipation as he observed the colorful assortment of fruits on the dish.
“well,” you began, a playful tone in your voice, “i thought you could use a little bit of extra energy while you work out. and what better way than with some delicious fruits?”
rickys face broke into a wide grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “you really know how to make me happy,” he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.
you sat down beside him, crossing your legs gracefully. with a playful glint in your eyes, you picked up a juicy watermelon piece and brought it to his lips. ricky opened his mouth slightly, allowing you to gently feed him the fruit. as the sweet juices danced with the sweat on his lips, a delightful combination of flavors danced on his tongue.
“that's amazing,” ricky mumbled, his words partially muffled by the watermelon. he closed his eyes momentarily, savoring the delicious treat. when he opened them again, his gaze met yours, filled with adoration.
feeling emboldened by his reaction, you continued to feed him, exploring the unique combination of fruits. watermelon, with its crisp and refreshing taste, followed by the burst of flavor from grapes, and then the tangy sweetness of pineapple. each bite elicited a satisfied hum from your boyfriend, his face lighting up with joy.
between bites, you couldn't help but admire rickys strength and determination. his muscles rippled as he powered through his workout, his dedication evident in every movement. he focused on the task at hand, yet still allowed himself to enjoy the treats you offered.
as the last piece of fruit disappeared from the plate, you leaned back against the couch, a contented smile gracing your features. ricky sat up, wiping his hands on a towel nearby, and turned to you with a grateful expression.
“thank you, love,” he said, his voice filled with appreciation. “not only for the delicious fruits but for being there to support me, even in the smallest of ways. it means the world to me.”
you reached out to gently caress his cheek, your touch filled with affection. “ill always be here for you, ricky,” you replied softly. “in big moments and these smaller, ill be your confidant. and if that means feeding you fruit while you work out, well, consider it my unique way of showing love.”
your boyfriends eyes shimmered with emotion as he leaned in to place a tender kiss on your lips. the room seemed to glow with warmth and love, the perfect backdrop for a beautiful moment shared between two souls deeply connected.
김 gyuvin.
the sound of clicking keyboards and the occasional outburst of frustration filled the room as gyuvin sat in front of his computer, fully immersed in his video game.
you watched him from the couch, a fond smile playing on your lips. gyuvin was completely oblivious to everything around him when he was gaming, and you found it both endearing and amusing. with a little glint in your eyes, you decided to play a little game of your own.
quietly, you tiptoed into the kitchen and prepared a tray of snacks. mini sandwiches and an assortment of fruits adorned the tray, but the star of the show was a plate of bite-sized cupcakes. each cupcake was lovingly decorated with a unique design, from tiny gaming controllers to adorable pixelated hearts.
with the tray in your hands, you made your way back to the living room, careful not to make a sound. you positioned yourself next to gyuvin on the couch, and with a wide grin, you held a cupcake up to his mouth. he glanced at you in surprise, momentarily distracted from his game.
giggling, you teased, “hey, gyuvin, open wide! ive got a special treat for my gaming champion.”
your boyfriend blinked in confusion, his attention shifting from the game to the delicious morsel you were offering. he hesitated for a moment before obliging, leaning closer and allowing you to feed him the cupcake. the flavor exploded on his taste buds, and he couldn't help but moan appreciatively.
his eyes widened with delight as he finally realized what you were doing. “wait, did you make all of these? they look incredible!”
you beamed with pride, offering him another cupcake. “of course, i did! i wanted to surprise you and make sure my gamer gets the fuel he needs to conquer virtual worlds.” gyuvin chuckled, happily indulging in the second cupcake. “you really are the best, you know that? not just anyone would go through all this trouble just to feed their gaming boyfriend.”
you playfully poked his cheek, teasingly remarking, “well, not every girlfriend has such a dedicated gamer boyfriend like you. its my pleasure to make sure you're well-fed, even if it means interrupting your gaming sessions.”
your boyfriend grinned and leaned in closer, stealing a quick kiss before returning his focus to the game. “interrupt me anytime with delicious treats like these, babe. im more than happy to be distracted by your culinary talents.”
you couldn't help but blush at his compliment, feeling a warm glow spreading through your chest. as the evening progressed, you continued to feed gyuvin, alternating between savory snacks and sweet delights. occasionally, he would steal a glance at you, his eyes full of gratitude and adoration.
as the night grew darker, you continued to feed gyuvin, relishing in the simple pleasure of being together. the games could wait, but this moment, this connection between you, was something you treasured above all else.
박 gunwook.
gunwook stood in the cozy kitchen, his apron tied securely around his waist. the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked goods filled the air, promising a delightful afternoon ahead. you stood beside him, with a sparkling glint in your eyes and a mixing bowl in your hands.
the sunlight filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on the scene. the countertop was adorned with an array of ingredients – flour, sugar, and an assortment of colorful sprinkles. the kitchen itself seemed to hum with excitement, eagerly awaiting the sweet creations that were about to come to life. you and gunwook had always enjoyed spending quality time together, and baking had become a cherished activity for the two of you.
giggling lively, you dipped your finger into the bowl of batter and held it out for gunwook to taste. “here, love,” you said, a playful glimmer in your eyes. “try this. it's the perfect balance of sweet and creamy.”
your boyfriend raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he leaned closer, parting his mouth ever so slightly, and allowed you to feed him the raw dough. the batter coated his tongue, and a soft sigh escaped his lips. “it's heavenly.” he murmured, savoring the flavor.
encouraged by his reaction, you decided to take it a step further. grabbing a small spoon, you scooped up a spoonful of batter and held it just out of gunwooks reach. “open your mouth, gunwook. i have a delightful surprise for you,” you teased.
he chuckled, his eyes shining with anticipation. “alright, but you better make it worth my while.”
you carefully guided the spoonful of batter toward his mouth, maintaining just enough distance to make him lean in. gunwooks lips parted, and you skillfully fed him the treat, your fingers grazing against his lips in the process. the moment was intimate, a fleeting connection that spoke volumes about your affection for one another.
with each passing moment, the anticipation grew. your boyfriend would sneak a playful smile your way whenever your fingers lingered too long, leaving a light dusting of flour on his cheeks. the flour seemed to dance in the air, creating a whimsical ambiance within the kitchen. it settled on your apron, mingling with the sweet scent of vanilla and filling the room with a comforting embrace.
as the dough began to take shape, you found yourself engrossed in the rhythmic motion of mixing. the conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by light laughter and gentle touches. the kitchen was a sanctuary, a place where the outside world seemed to melt away, leaving only the sweet melody of your voices and the tantalizing aroma of the baking treats.
at times, gunwook would return the favor, dipping his finger into a bowl of sprinkles and offering you a taste. the colorful confections burst with flavor on your tongue, and your eyes met his, a shared sense of joy and love passing between you.
the baking adventure continued, with flour-dusted hands working in harmony. gunwook would occasionally dip his finger into the dough, taking a taste and declaring it perfect, only to steal a quick kiss from your lips. the sweetness of the batter mixed with the tenderness of your shared moments, creating a tapestry of love that enveloped the kitchen.
hours passed, and the oven timer chimed, signaling the completion of your delectable creations. as you carefully took the trays out of the oven, the golden-brown treats brought a smile to your face. your boyfriend leaned in, stealing a gentle kiss, his voice filled with admiration. “they look incredible, just like you.”
blushing, you playfully nudged him with your elbow. “flattery will get you an extra treat, my dear.”
together, you sat at the kitchen table, savoring the fruits of your labor. with every bite, you savored not just the taste of the cookies but also the memories created in the process. the playful exchanges, the stolen kisses, and the shared joy had transformed a simple baking session into a cherished experience, etching itself into the tapestry of your love story.
한 yujin.
in a cozy, sunlit corner of a quaint café, you sat opposite your boyfriend yujin, who was engrossed in his books and notes, studying for an important exam. the soft hum of chatter and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, creating an atmosphere that was both invigorating and comforting. as you watched yujin concentrate, you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection towards him.
with a mischievous smile playing on your lips, you reached over and plucked a grape from the small bunch resting on the plate in front of you. you dangled it above yujins head, capturing his attention. he looked up, his eyes sparkling with curiosity, and you let out a joyful giggle.
“hey, yujin, i have something for you,” you whispered, leaning in closer. yujins brows furrowed slightly, but he closed his books and gave you his full attention. “what is it?”
you held the grape between your fingers and extended it towards him. “ta-da! open wide, my diligent scholar.”
his eyes widened in surprise, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “are you trying to feed me, (y/n)?”
you nodded, excitement bubbling within you. “yes! i thought it might be a fun way to recharge your brain energy while you study.”
amused and touched by your gesture, yujin opened his mouth, allowing you to gently place the grape on his tongue. as he enjoyed the burst of sweetness, he couldn't help but admire your inventiveness.
“that's delicious," yujin murmured, his voice laced with gratitude. “you always manage to surprise me.”
chuckling softly, you picked up another grape, twirling it between your fingers. “well, i have a whole bunch of surprises for you, yujin. consider it my way of saying, 'you can do it!'”
your boyfriends eyes twinkled with amusement as he leaned back in his chair, his focus momentarily shifting from his studies to the moment you were creating. “alright then, surprise me, my wonderful cheerleader.”
with an air of mischief, you took the grape and traced it lightly along the outline of yujins lips, causing him to lean in even closer. “guess where the next one will go.”
a blush crept onto his cheeks, but he played along, his voice barely above a whisper. “ill take a wild guess and say... in my mouth?” you grinned, enjoying the playful banter. “correct! but how about we make it a bit more interesting?”
you plucked a strawberry from the plate, holding it up to yujins lips. “now, close your eyes.”
your boyfriend obediently shut his eyes, a mixture of anticipation and curiosity coursing through him. you slowly brought the juicy fruit to his lips, allowing him to savor its sweetness as he bit into it.
as yujin chewed, he opened his eyes, his gaze meeting yours, filled with adoration. “you know, (y/n), feeding me like this makes studying a whole lot more enjoyable. it's like you're infusing magic into each bite.”
your heart swelled with affection, and you tenderly caressed his cheek. “that's because you're my magical scholar, yujin. i want to support you in every way possible.”
a blissful silence settled between you, the world fading into the background as you and yujin focused on the nourishing act of feeding both his mind and his body. as the day wore on and the sunlight shifted, you and yujin continued this delightful ritual, exploring different fruits and flavors, sharing sweet moments amidst the rustle of pages and the clink of cutlery. in this serene corner of the world, you found solace in knowing that your love and support were helping yujin navigate his studies with renewed energy and enthusiasm.
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Pachyphytum bracteosum
Mexico is home to a large assortment of wonderful succulents belonging to the Crassulaceae, or Stonecrop Family. Among these, the species in the genus Pachyphytum are notable for their cartoonishly balloon-like leaves, often with pallid pastel colors. They usually grow on rocks (often on sheer cliffs), and they have inflorescences that nod at the tips, like a scorpion's tail. This one is Pachyphytum bracteosum, and although it has red flowers, these are almost hidden by the fleshy pale-green sepals that clasp them. From the state of Hidalgo.
-Brian
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🌹 Jack Howl!!!
(Am I doing this right lmfao)
(yes bb)
As much as I want to say gym/exercise date… I won’t. I don’t think he would do that for Valentine’s Day. (But other times.. yeah a lot of those). For this special day, he takes you out to eat lunch in a small little garden park. He made the sandwiches himself. It was a little quiet place away from the main walking path with many flowers and plants around to look at and talk about. After eating, he just wants to hold your hand for a while and enjoy the breeze and sounds of nature. It’s cute to watch how his ears twitch at every small sound they pick up.
That is only the beginning though as his “main event” was a little plant and nature shop he had found recently. It had a wide assortment of plants, succulents and flowers. But also arranged bunches of dried flowers and herbs, cool rocks and shiny gems. It was a little treasure trove for a nature lover. The two of you go through these sections of plants and rocks and for each, choose one that you felt represented the other. At the end of the date, you both had a little nature bundle that signified yourself in the loving eyes of your partner. He may or may not have had the stone you picked out for him made into a necklace that he hides under his shirt but close to his heart.
#curiouser and curiouser~#locality~#twst valentines day#twst#twisted wonderland#jack howl#twst jack#twst scenarios#twst imagines#jack howl x reader#twst x reader#kirs writing desk
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Learning to Live One Shot
summary: What your boyfriend Javier Peña is like when you’re on your period.
rating: E (18+!! This is smut. Period sex! Blood, Soft Javier Peña, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up), creampie, come eating, multiple orgasms, praise, spanking, Javier being a really good boyfriend, kinda horny sickfic, talk of periods, Javi in grey sweatpants, feelings)
pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader
word count: 3200+
a/n: Hello there! This can be read as a standalone or a part of the series. I really wanted to write about how Javi handles periods in the Learning to Live universe, and @juletheghoul inspired me, so here we are. This is dedicated to her! Mind the warnings, it’s period sex, and all that entails. As always shoutout to my beta @invisibleismyname who is the best! Hope you enjoy!
Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!
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You’d been dating a week shy of a month when your period started.
Javier knew something was wrong the moment you opened your apartment door.
You were dressed in an oversized shirt and some shorts, Javi frowning when he took in the tired look on your face.
“What’s wrong, Cielito?” He asked as he came into the apartment, hand holding a bag of takeout from your favorite taco place, El Mercadito.
You closed the door and locked it, Javi moving into your space, his free hand touching your forehead and checking your temperature.
“Are you sick?” He asked, concern etched in his brow, not feeling a fever.
You waved away his question.
“No, no, just my period.”
Relief washed over him, his hand cupping your jaw, as his eyes softened.
“Need anything?” He asked. “Pain killers? That chocolate you like from the grocery store? Something… else? Anything?”
“God, chocolate sounds amazing. I ran out,” you pouted.
You were feeling miserable and crampy, and your day was made worse when you realized you’d eaten your last chocolate bar.
He nodded.
“I’ll go get you some. My food can wait until I get back,” he said, trying to hand you the bag.
“No, I don’t want you to go right now. Let’s eat first,” you said, stopping his arm.
“Okay, Cielito.” He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “We’ll eat, and then I’ll run to the store.”
You smiled.
“You’re so nice to me.”
“I just want you to be comfortable.” He’d do whatever he could to make it possible.
You felt yourself soften.
“Thank you,” you said, kissing him.
Dinner was eaten, and he ran to the store coming back with a bag full of your favorite chocolate, pain killers, and a little succulent to make you smile.
You assumed he’d be like other men, avoiding sex while on your period because they usually thought it was gross but still wanted blow jobs or hand jobs.
Javi didn’t make any advances and was respectful of your space, waiting for you to make the first moves. For the days you bled, the two of you cuddled and made out, and when the horniness kicked in, you took care of yourself in the shower when he was away. He never acted like your normal bodily function was disgusting, and always asked if there was anything you needed, going so far as to heat up your hot water bottle and even picking up tampons when you asked, coming back with an assortment of boxes because he wasn’t sure what to get.
You’d been impressed by his care and attentiveness.
You were lying in bed one night, you in a shirt and shorts to wear your overnight pad, Javi naked and cuddling you close, your back to his front, the room completely dark save for the glowing red numbers of the alarm clock on the bedside table.
“You’re not being weird,” you whispered.
“What?”
“You’re not being weird.”
“Weird about what?”
“My period.”
“Why would I be weird?” He asked, saying the words slowly and not understanding what you meant.
“Guys usually don’t like anything to do with all that—grosses them out. God, I can’t imagine any of my past boyfriends even attempting to get me tampons or pads.”
“They wouldn’t..?” He frowned. Sometimes Javier couldn’t believe how immature other men were and how it was fucking possible they’d ever been with women. “It’s not anything to be grossed out about—it’s natural,” he said. “A lot of women deal with it… and I’ve dealt with a lot of women.”
You snorted.
“I’m aware. Thank you for being so wonderful, and I’m sorry for being crabby today.”
He turned you in his arms to kiss you softly.
“I’ll make sure to put my dirty clothes in the hamper,” he said.
He’d found you aggressively picking up his work clothes earlier in the day and grumbling under your breath. It was possible you glared at him when he’d entered the bedroom, Javi’s eyes going wide as he slowly backed away, before heading to the kitchen to do the dishes immediately.
You’d felt terrible.
“That would be appreciated,” you said.
He kissed you tenderly.
“If you need anything,” he murmured against your lips. “Just tell me. I want to make sure you’re okay,” he said it so earnestly that you felt all gooey.
“Thank you, and Javi?”
“Yeah, Cielito?”
“I really fucking like you.”
You felt him smile against your mouth.
“I really fucking like you, too.”
Everything worked out, and he was lovely about it all.
You expected the second month to be like the first in terms of physicalness—cuddles and making out, nothing else.
It was a Friday night, the week before your two-month anniversary, and Javi had been walking around in his grey sweatpants and nothing else since he’d gotten off work and showered—taunting you—your eyes on his dick every time he was in the vicinity.
There had been a steady throbbing between your legs for the last hour, and your mouth was watering at the thought of going down on him, needing to touch him, the period horniness in full swing.
He finally sat down on the couch after getting you both water and a bowl of popcorn for the movie you were going to watch. He leaned forward to hit the play button on the remote, before setting it onto the coffee table with the other stuff and settling back into his seat.
You cuddled close against his side, his arm moving over your shoulders, your hand rubbing along his thigh.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
You peeked over at him, seeing a little smirk under his mustache, head turned towards you with his eyebrow raised.
“I’m not doing anything,” you said as innocently as possible, continuing to stroke his muscles.
“Mmm, I think you’re doing something.” He knew exactly what you were doing.
You turned to face him, your other hand moving across your body to palm him through his pants, seeing him gulp and his eyes close for a moment.
“What if I was?” You asked.
He was getting hard in your palm, his eyes dark with want, when he looked at you.
“What do you want, Cielito?” His voice was deep, husky, and you knew if you told him whatever it was, he would say yes, which sent a thrill down your spine.
“I want to suck your dick.” He twitched in your hand.
“Okay, baby,” he nodded.
His hands cradled your cheeks as he leaned in, kissing you hard, moaning when his tongue dragged against your bottom lip. You opened for him, letting him deepen the kiss, your tongues sliding in practiced movements against one another before he broke away from you, giving you one last lingering kiss.
“Okay,” he rasped, looking you in the eye. “Anything you want.” His hands moved to push his sweats down to free his half-hard cock. You maneuvered yourself onto your knees on the couch, leaning across his thigh, licking your hand before wrapping your fingers around his length and stroking him until he was fully hard.
You licked a stripe from base to tip, swirling your tongue around the head; a groan escaped his throat, his hand reaching over to grab your ass as Javi’s hips hitched forward.
“Fuck,” he gasped, the other hand landing on your head.
You could taste the salty tang of his arousal as you took him into your mouth, his cock heavy on your tongue, and you loved every minute as you started to bob, moaning as you took him further and further towards your throat on each downstroke.
You stroked what didn’t fit with one hand, the other palming his sack, Javi moaning as you set a rhythm, feeling his thigh tense under you.
There was drool running down your chin as you took him further down your throat, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You could feel him dragging along your palate, and then you were relaxing your throat, swallowing around him, feeling him slide down the tight space, and your eyes rolled back at how good it felt to have him filling you.
“Oh, Fuck, Baby,” Javi groaned. “Shit, that’s it. Fuck, that feels good.”
You could feel him throbbing, and you gulped, working your throat, and Javi whined, the sound shooting straight to your core, making you moan.
“I’m not going to last,” his voice came out strained, feeling himself close to the edge.
You pulled off of him, gasping for air, before you took him back into your mouth, continuing to pump him, hand gliding effortlessly from the spit, while you bobbed your head up and down on him, swallowing him into your mouth.
The room was filled with obscene wet sounds and moaning from the both of you.
“I’m gonna—oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna,” Javi warned.
You continued your motions until you felt the first spurt of his come, taking him all the way into your mouth as he groaned your name, filling your mouth with his spend, making sure that you got every last drop before coming off of him and tilting your head up, opening to show him.
His eyes were heavy-lidded, a lazy smile on his lips. His hand came up, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip.
“So fucking good to me,” he said. “My good girl. Swallow it for me, Hermosa.”
You closed your mouth, doing as he said, wiping the saliva from your chin with the back of your hand. Javi pulled you into him, kissing you hard and shoving his tongue inside your mouth to taste himself, a moan escaping your lips.
He kissed you as he came down from his high, and then he was moving to push you to lie on your back with him on top of you, his hips slotted between your legs.
His hand slid between your bodies, and you realized his destination, reaching to stop him and breaking the kiss.
“What are you doing?” You asked breathlessly. “I’m on my period.”
His eyebrows knit together, confusion in his lust-blown eyes.
“You don’t want me to touch you?” He asked.
“Of course, I want you to touch me, but I’m bleeding.”
“I don’t see the problem?”
“There’s a lot of blood.”
“I’m still not seeing the issue.”
“Like a lot, Javi.”
He smiled.
“I’m not afraid of blood, Cielito. It doesn’t scare me.”
You frowned.
“You don’t think it’s gross?” You asked.
He chuckled.
“Why would I think it’s gross? It’s natural,” he shrugged. “Just have to put down a towel and take a shower afterward. Don’t orgasms help with cramps or some shit?”
“...Yes? Where’d you hear that?”
“Let’s just say this wouldn’t be my first rodeo,” he smirked.
“It really doesn’t gross you out?”
“Not at all, Cielito,” he kissed you. “Do you want fingers, mouth, or dick?” He asked.
Your cunt clenched hard around nothing.
“Fuck, I love you,” you moaned.
It wasn’t the first time you’d said those words, and it definitely wouldn’t be your last.
“I love you, too. What will it be?”
“I want to be dicked down so fucking bad. We could’ve done this last month?”
He frowned.
“You seemed like you didn’t want it.”
“Guys before were not—”
“Me,” he cut in. “And I’ll give it to you however you want and make you feel good. Now, come on. I need to get some towels.”
He stood up and pulled you with him, dragging you to the bedroom and pushing you onto the bed, removing his sweatpants as he disappeared into the bathroom, and coming back with two thick towels. He laid one down on the mattress before he got onto the bed and hovered over you, crashing his mouth against yours in a searing kiss. His hands worked, mouths detaching as he peeled off your shirt, then moved to tug off your shorts and pad-covered underwear, using his strength to move you on top of the towel. He crawled over you, his hips between your open thighs, and you could feel him already hard against your body.
“How do you want it, Hermosa?” He murmured against your lips.
“Hard,” you moaned.
You were so turned on thinking about how good it would feel.
“Mm, gotta get you ready,” he said, lips trailing along your jaw and down your throat, going lower until he was pulling a stiff nipple into his mouth and making you gasp at the way it sent a spike of pleasure through your core. He moved to the other, giving it the same attention, making you moan with how good it felt.
His mouth continued its path.
You sat up on your elbows to look at him.
“Javi, oh my god, you’re gonna…?”
His eyes met yours through his lashes, seeing the want in the dark pools. He kissed your hip.
“Eat you out?” He asked. “Yeah. Gotta make sure I can fuck you how you want it,” he purred.
“Fuck,” you moaned, eyes closing.
He moved until his head was between your legs, big hands pushing your thighs wide as he placed a kiss against your mons.
He spread you open with his fingers. “So fucking pretty,” he said.
You looked at him, seeing him staring at your pussy like he was about to eat the best meal of his life. You felt your stomach do a little flip, arousal pooling in your belly.
“Are you sure?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes met yours.
“Baby, I want to eat your pussy—I don’t care about the blood.” He swiped his finger through your wetness and pushed it between his lips, groaning lewdly with his eyes closed. “Tastes like a rare steak, but fucking better. Can I?” He asked, looking at you.
All you could do was nod your head.
His eyes were on yours when he dipped his tongue through your folds, groaning again at the taste, your head falling back with a moan. He moved through your slit, going from entrance to clit, and back down, long swipes of his tongue, before he pulled your sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucked, making you gasp and hips buck. His arm moved across your waist, keeping you down as you felt the muscles beginning to tense in your stomach, feeling your orgasm build.
He went back to licking, pushing his tongue inside you and making you gasp out a fuck.
Your fingers landed in his hair, pulling as he tongue fucked you, moaning at the onslaught. He swiped his tongue back up and sucked onto your clit, watching as you crested, coming with a wail of his name, fingers gripped tight on his head, hearing and feeling him groan against you.
You were panting, heart pounding in your chest, as you fell flat on your back, Javi’s mouth continuing to help you through the aftershocks.
He sat up from between your legs, and there was movement on the bed, opening one eye and tilting your head; you saw him wiping his mouth with the clean towel, dropping it back onto the mattress when he was done.
His eyes met yours.
“How are you feeling?” He asked.
“Fucking amazing,” you smiled.
“Still want my dick?”
“Please,” you said, doing grabby hands at him.
Javi chuckled.
“Hard?”
“Mmm, yes,” you nodded.
“Hands and knees, baby.”
He helped you flip over, getting onto your knees and wiggling your butt at him. Javi position behind you. His big hands grabbed your ass before one moved along your spine, and the other gripped his dick and pushed it through your pussy, making you moan when he rubbed against your clit.
“So fucking responsive,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you hard, Cielito. Scream my name, baby. Let the neighbors hear,” He ended the sentence with a slap on your ass, making you gasp out yes.
“I’ve got you,” he said.
He lined himself up with your entrance, the thick head of him pressing close and making you whine, wanting him inside. He started pushing in, and your eyes rolled back in your head as he filled you, stretching you open, his way eased by your arousal and blood.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he said through gritted teeth. “And tight. You’re so fucking tight.”
He bottomed out, and your body thrummed with pleasure, feeling him ease that ache inside you, your cunt pulsing around him.
His hands gripped your hips as he pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in hard, hearing the wet squelch, and feeling him rub against spots that had your vision whiting out and gasping.
He set a punishing pace that had you falling onto your forearms, feeling the air pushed from your lungs, loud stuttered moans escaping your lips.
It felt so fucking good, taking everything he had to give, feeling yourself winding tight, the muscles tensing in your abdomen.
Javi was fucking into you hard and fast, grunting with the exertion, the slap of his hips filling the room. With each forceful thrust, you could feel yourself getting closer to your release, so sensitive that it was coming quick.
Your eyes were in the back of your head, mouth open, drooling as moans were forced from your throat, rocketing towards your orgasm, until you were falling with a scream of his name, feeling yourself clench and gush around him, his hips stuttering for a moment as euphoria washed through your body, spreading through your limbs.
“That’s my good girl,” he groaned. “So fucking good. Give me one more, baby.”
He worked you through your high, languidly moving in and out, before he was picking up speed again, your mind a pleasurable haze.
You could hear the slap of his hips against yours, the wet suck of your pussy, and his grunts filling the room as he built you back up. You were babbling incoherently; you weren’t even sure what you were saying, just enjoying how good he was making you feel, and words were falling from your lips.
This was what you wanted; this was what you needed, your cramps had dissipated, and all you felt was pleasure coursing in your system.
There was that familiar coil winding tight in your belly, feeling it getting tighter and tighter. His hand moved to the apex of your thighs, pressing his fingers against your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves, and that was it—It had you coming hard with a shout of his name, feeling yourself spilling around his hard cock.
You felt light like you were floating, no longer tethered to earth, as you were awash in ecstasy.
“That’s it, that’s fucking it,” Javi said through clenched teeth. “Gonna come.”
His rhythm became erratic, and he blanketed himself against your back, his head nestled against yours, a deep rumbling groan against your ear as he came, grinding himself into you as he fucked you full of his come.
He slumped onto you, breathing into your neck before moving the two of you to lay comfortably on your sides, still connected as you both came down from your orgasms.
His lips were kissing the skin in front of him, along your shoulder and spine, his hand rubbing against your belly and side. You reached back to stroke your fingers through his sweat-soaked hair—comfortable and content, with no pain whatsoever in your body and feeling floaty, with a smile on your face.
“See,” he’d murmured against your shoulder.
“Hmm?” You answered, barely coherent and not even positive you were still on earth.
“Not afraid of blood. All you have to do is ask, Cielito, and I’ll take care of you in any way you need. Anything, and I’m here,” He kissed your back.
“I really fucking love you,” you said.
“I really fucking love you, too, mi amor.”
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[ 13 ] the garden center of a home improvement store
Lester Sinclair x reader, fluff or smut—both are good! Also, there's no pressure to fulfil this. If it strikes your fancy, great! If not, no worries. 😊 💚
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881 words.
Lester Sinclair x GN!Reader.
Absolutely NO warnings, just fluffy flirtation!
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The air is murky out here, sun streaming through the glass ceiling.
You make your way slowly around the tables, peering at the assortment of flowers and potted plants. Your eyes land on the mums, their petals a vibrant explosion of color in the center display. After a moment of deliberation, you pick up one of the pots.
You’ve never been one with a green thumb, but you’ll try anything once. As you go to set it in your shopping cart, you feel a tap on your shoulder.
Turning around, you’re met with a bright smile—courtesy of the dirtiest man you've ever seen. He almost looks like he's taken a voluntary tumble into one of the many flowerbeds, dirt smearing across his cheeks and coating his clothes.
"Reckon you're better off with that one." He points towards a nearly identical pot of flowers at the side of the display. "One you got; stems are a lil' woody. Figure these folks haven't been waterin' 'em enough."
You lift the planter in your hands up and peer at the stems. You're not exactly sure what you're looking at, but…sure. Carefully, you set the pot of mums back on the table, reaching for the planter he suggested.
"Just figured you outta know." He shrugs.
"Thanks." You shoot him a smile.
His cart is overflowing with gardening tools, the unwieldy handles of several shovels spearing into the air. Amidst the chaotic assortment of lawn gear, you spy a pale purple succulent, stacked haphazardly on an overturned utility bucket.
"She's a beauty, ain't she?" He gestures down at the plant, beaming at you like a proud parent. "Couldn't bear leavin' her behind."
"She is." You nod.
"You have a good day now!" The items in his cart clang discordantly against each other as he wheels away. You wince as a particularly loud crash fills the air.
You hope that his succulent survives the shopping trip.
A week later, you step back into the gardening center. The now-familiar blast of muggy air smacks you directly in the face as you walk through the automatic doors.
Technically, you're here for some plant food. Technically. That's a good cover up story. A good Responsible Adult Reason to be back here again so soon. It's absolutely not motivated by the fact that you felt like your pot of mums was looking lonely on your porch. Of course not. It couldn't be. Because you don't need another plant. You don't even really have solid proof that you can keep the one you have alive, yet.
You should've known.
You're a bit of a fickle thing with your interests, bouncing from one to the other depending on your mood. Right now, for whatever reason, you're stuck on gardening. Like a malevolent botanical hivemind, your brain is currently tethered directly to those godforsaken flower displays. Now that you have one, you need another. That's what people always told you about tattoos, but you're surprised to find it also ringing true for plants.
First, though, practicality must reign. You grab a basket and stride down an aisle of gardening supplies, scanning the metal shelves for a shaker bottle of plant food. Rounding a corner, you nearly bump into someone squatting next to a palate stacked with bags of lime.
"Sorry!" You exclaim.
"No problem." It's the guy from last week. He peers up at you, his eyes brightening with recognition. "How's them mums doin'?"
"They're good." You smile. "Surprised you remember me."
“Well, you’re plenty memorable.” He says, eyes darting up your frame.
He's covered in marginally less dirt this time. He's also cuter than you remembered.
"You think so?" You smile.
“If you don’t mind me sayin’.” He dips his head bashfully.
This is most definitely not what you came for...but it's certainly a bonus.
“Isn’t this what people use to get rid of bodies?” You ask playfully, gesturing down at a bag of lime. You weren't sure how true that was, but you vaguely remembered seeing it in some true crime documentary. Or maybe that was lye, not lime—
"This kind ain’t no good for that.” He replies brightly, tapping at the label. “See, uh, this—it’ll slow decomp down…to a crawl. You ain't never gettin' rid of nothin' dead with it."
"You don't say…"
“Ya’ gotta use the right stuff. Now this—" He pats another bag matter-of-factly, nodding approvingly. "—this is the stuff you need for that kinda job."
You watch as he picks up the bag and heaves it into his cart. Wiping the dust off his hands, he gives you a lopsided grin.
"But even then, ya’ know, there’s always somethin’ left over in the end.” He continues. “'S hard gettin’ rid of bodies. Harder than ya' think.”
"You get rid of a lot of bodies?" You arch a brow.
"Part'a the job." He shrugs. "Pickin' up roadkill."
“Ah, Parks and Rec-kinda stuff?”
“Guess ya' could say that.”
You slot behind him in line at the cash register, a planter full of violets in your basket.
"Do you have a pen?" You ask the cashier.
Impulsively, you lean over the conveyor belt and scrawl your number onto the side of his bag of lime.
You don't need to look up to know that he's grinning.
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Certainly! Here are some headcanons for the scenario where Y/N is sick, and King Magnifico is taking care of her in the magical kingdom of Wish:
Comforting Spells: King Magnifico uses gentle, comforting spells to alleviate Y/N's symptoms, ensuring she feels warmth and relief even in the midst of illness.
Magical Herbal Remedies: The king gathers rare herbs and magical plants from the kingdom's gardens to prepare soothing teas and potions that aid in Y/N's recovery.
Enchanted Healing Chamber: King Magnifico transports Y/N to a specially enchanted chamber in the castle, where the air is filled with healing magic to speed up her recovery.
Lullabies of Healing: The king serenades Y/N with magical lullabies that have soothing properties, easing her discomfort and promoting restful sleep.
Whimsical Food Concoctions: King Magnifico creates magical soups and nourishing meals with enchantments that boost Y/N's strength and bring a touch of whimsy to her palate.
Royal Blanket of Warmth: Y/N is wrapped in a royal blanket that adapts to her body temperature, providing warmth and comfort throughout her period of illness.
Magical Tissue Box: A magical tissue box appears whenever Y/N needs it, ensuring she has access to the softest and most soothing tissues for her comfort.
Magical Reading Sessions: King Magnifico reads magical tales and stories to Y/N, transporting her imagination to different realms and momentarily distracting her from any discomfort.
Aura of Healing: The king envelops Y/N in an aura of healing magic, creating a protective shield that wards off negative energies and expedites the healing process.
Magical Entertainment: To lift Y/N's spirits, King Magnifico organizes magical performances within the castle, featuring illusions, music, and enchanting displays that bring joy to her sickbed.
Crown of Well-being: King Magnifico places a temporary enchanted crown on Y/N's head, symbolizing his wish for her swift recovery and granting her a boost of magical energy.
Royal Pet Companions: Magical creatures within the castle become Y/N's companions, offering comfort and companionship during her time of illness.
These headcanons depict King Magnifico's caring and magical efforts to ensure Y/N's well-being, creating a comforting and enchanted atmosphere in the castle during her sickness in the kingdom of Wish.
Any Foods she wants
Absolutely! Here are some headcanons for the scenario where Y/N is sick, and King Magnifico ensures she gets all the foods she desires in the magical kingdom of Wish:
Magical Soup Creations: King Magnifico conjures a variety of magical soups tailored to Y/N's taste preferences, each one crafted with ingredients that promote healing.
Enchanted Tea Blends: The kingdom's tea garden provides a vast array of enchanted teas, and King Magnifico brews unique blends to soothe Y/N's throat and ease her discomfort.
Customized Comfort Foods: Whatever Y/N craves, King Magnifico uses his magical abilities to create customized comfort foods, from favorite childhood treats to hearty, familiar meals.
Whimsical Fruit Baskets: The royal kitchens produce enchanting fruit baskets filled with the ripest and most succulent magical fruits, known for their healing properties.
Confectionery Delights: King Magnifico arranges for an assortment of magical confections, ensuring that Y/N has a sweet treat to lift her spirits and satisfy any sweet tooth cravings.
Magical Ice Creams: The kingdom's magical ice cream parlor offers an endless array of flavors, and King Magnifico brings forth a selection of soothing and delightful ice creams.
Floating Breakfast Tray: Breakfast in bed takes on a magical twist as King Magnifico presents a floating tray filled with Y/N's favorite morning delights.
Wishful Baking: The castle's bakers prepare special pastries and baked goods infused with magical ingredients that contribute to Y/N's recovery.
Garden Fresh Delicacies: King Magnifico requests the kingdom's gardeners to gather fresh, magical vegetables and herbs to create nourishing dishes for Y/N's well-being.
Culinary Illusions: The king employs culinary illusions to transform ordinary foods into magical delights, adding an element of wonder to each meal.
Royal Tasting Menus: King Magnifico organizes a series of royal tasting menus, allowing Y/N to sample a variety of dishes from the kingdom's finest chefs without leaving the comfort of her chambers.
Soothing Elixirs: In addition to meals, King Magnifico prepares soothing elixirs and tonics that cater to Y/N's preferences, ensuring her hydration and overall well-being.
These headcanons showcase King Magnifico's commitment to ensuring Y/N's comfort and happiness by providing a magical and diverse selection of foods during her period of illness in the enchanting kingdom of Wish.
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WAWA WEEK 5: DAWN OF THE WAWA
29/3 – Spring/nature: HOUSE PLANTS
Oh hey there's a nature prompt and I have a fav side character and love researching and taking care of plants *THROWS MINEGISHI AT YOU*
Serizawa wants to buy some house plants
General Audiences. Mild cursing. Minegishi and plants and some slight bouts of retail inspired nihilism. AND MORE SERI/REI SILLIES AT THE END. GEE.
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The day had gone slow. Well, actually the entire week. No more school socials or holidays on either side of the calendar left only a few wandering by and even less deciding to come in. They’d look, they’d chat, they didn’t buy anything, they’d leave. Minegishi never really saw the point to it all but it did give him plenty of time to catch up on his reading. How interesting that the morel mushroom, famous for its taste and rarity, could grow in such a way it poisoned those who eat it. And we don’t even understand how it happens. Or maybe people had misidentified in their foraging.
The little bell over the door broke him out of his day dreaming. Oh joy, another bored employee ambling in during lunch for some vapid small talk. Wait, is that-
“Oh, hello!” A little bow punctuated the greeting. “I had heard you were working here but never had time to stop by.”
“Serizawa?” Minegishi set his book down. It was him, just with a suit and tie, a little brief case, and a new hair cut. And way more under the surface. “You look- a bit different since we last spoke.”
“Yeah- It’s been a while.” His voice trailed off as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Everything out here doesn’t even come close to Claw.” He jerked, standing up straight again. “I mean- that doesn’t mean I miss it! Just things changed. For the better though!”
“Don’t worry.” Minegishi almost cracked a grin, standing there with his dirt stained apron and classic retail worker expression. “I get it.”
Serizawa began looking around with wide eyes at the assortment of plants, flowers, and succulents. Minegishi had organized the small space over the past few days: fragile and colorful arrangements filled the shelves at his back with the opposite wall starting with little holders for individual flowers leading to small house plants. At the end was a refrigerator containing finished orders to be picked up surrounded by a large variety of more mature potted plants, some reaching to the ceiling.
Still so innocent. Minegishi wished he could feel such joy again, experience things for the first time with an open mind unstained by nihilism. At least Claw hadn’t taking that from Serizawa as it had him. Though another look at those cheerful eyes made him wonder if it was all just a mask.
“So, what brings you in?” Minegishi got up from his stool, actually interested in some small talk for once. “Have something in mind?”
“Oh! Um.” Serizawa shook his head, still trying to take everything in. “I was thinking a house plant. Something small for my apartment.” He gestured at the several on the shelves. “Maybe two?”
Walking over from behind the counter, Minegishi went over all the species in his head, organizing them in terms of ease of care, size, and light requirements. He ended with a turn of his head, looking up at his ex-coworker.
“Do you have any pets?”
“No.” Serizawa frowned. “Well, not yet. I wanted to get a cat but a few weeks ago I took care of Shou’s hamsters while he went on a trip with his mom.” And back to the unassuming smile. “That alone was too much! What with my job and taking night classes.”
“Mmm. I see.” Minegishi adjusted some of the pots. “Plants are easier to care for, however, that doesn’t mean you can just leave them alone and they’ll be fine.” Taking one of ferns he began to prune some of the dead leaves off the bottom. “Some need more light in the winter, or less water, most want food when developing flowers. You need to be aware of their needs or they will wilt and die.”
Serizawa nodded along, a serious look on his face. “I, well- I did a bit of research online. There’s a few spots where the windows let in light.” He glanced around the store a bit confused. “What do you mean food? Do I need to get like bags of fertilizer?”
Minegishi blinked once before crossing his arms, resisting the urge to bring a hand up to his face. “Serizawa.” He watched the man stand to attention. “Is your only experience with plants watching me in the greenhouse back at Claw?”
“I guess so?” Embarrassed fingers went through Serizawa’s hair. “I didn’t really have much time to properly learn about this. Just-“ He let out a sigh. “My boss, you know, Reigen Arataka? He’s stayed at my place a few times and made a comment how I should liven up the apartment. That it helps with morale and such. And he mentioned plants and something about air purification? We have a few plants at the office, so I thought I’d start small.”
Minegishi listened to the full vent, leaving a pause in case there happened to be more. “Alright. I understand now.” He turned and walked toward the back of the store. “Follow me.”
He lead Serizawa through a door to the closed off area even further into the shop. The taller man had to duck a bit under the shorter overhang. Light shone in though a crude set up of glass windows and tarps- Half of the back wall had been sacrificed to form a resemblance of a green house. Most of the sun failed to enter and so grow lamps were required, each hanging down off of wires over wooden planters all filled with an assortment of budding leaves and flowers. In the corner sat a darker patch filled with covered pots lined up in a row. All around lay buckets and bags of dirt along with hand shovels and twine.
Serizawa nearly hit his head on one of the lamps. He decided staying still was the best option now, nervously fidgeting with his fingers.
“Relax. Nature is supposed to be soothing.”Minegishi caught a look from Serizawa and shrugged his shoulders. “Ok. Point taken. I don’t do that anymore.”
“Right.” Serizawa took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, growing far calmer. “So, is this where you grow the plants?”
“Some of them.” Minegishi paced, scanning each pot making sure all was in line. “Most flowers are shipped in from larger green houses and farms.” He stopped in front of a dozen or so pots separated from the others. “But I’ve been growing most of the houseplants here from cuttings and seeds.”
“They are so tiny. Cute.” Serizawa hovered behind Minegishi.
“I suppose so.”
Holding out a hand, Minegishi closed his eyes and tried to focus. It wasn’t out of the need to actually manipulate the plants but to temper his powers so he wouldn’t cause harm.
“Woah.”
Each vascular sheath, every drop of water, every cell he could feel from the tip of the leaves down along the roots. Just a nudge and they harmonized with his aura. Little seedlings doubled in size, unfurling new leaves with some branching out as they grew taller. In the end the once near empty pots now hosted a variety of foliage from green to the dappled red and purple mixed with nearly emerging flowers.
Serizawa gasped. “That’s amazing!” Walking right up, he reached out to touch one of the plants but held back, still admiring the change and explosion of colors. “I’ve never seen leaves like this before.”
“That’s Codiaeum variegatum.” Minegishi didn’t wait for the expected confused silence. “Common name would be Croton. They come in several colors but I prefer the strong green with the red and yellow outlines.” He picked up a small watering can and started to tend to each pot. “You can put that one in front the window you mentioned and it will be fine.”
“Wait, you’re giving me this?” A pause, Serizawa still distracted. “I mean, I’m buying it?”
Without looking up from his work, Minegishi stopped at another pot. “Yes. It should be easy for you.” He flicked his gaze over his shoulder. “Just don’t over water: make sure the soil is dry before doing anything.”
At this point, Serizawa had taken out a note pad and was scribbling down details.
“And you will get this one as well.” The watering can was set down. Minegishi stood over sprawling plant with wide but long leaves. “It’s a Peace Lilly. Very comfortable in shade and tolerant of most indoor areas.” He set the pot off to side with the other. “See if you can keep it happy enough for it to flower.” In the end he was leaning against one of the planters, wiping dirt from his hands onto his apron. “Then you can come back and I can see what else would be suitable for you.”
“Th- thank you!” Serizawa took one of Minegishi’s hands and less gave it a shake and more pulled at it for an awkward hug. “Um- I wrote down everything you said so I promise I will do my best.”
“Right.” Minegishi stood frozen, almost forgetting how personal his ex-coworker could be. “Let’s get these to the front and I’ll get your order processed.”
A few dings and a receipt print later and Serizawa was now a proud plant owner.
“What’s your address?” Minegishi looked up from the counter still writing down details. “I need it for the delivery.”
“Delivery?” Serizawa waved a hand. “You don’t have to do that, it’s fine.”
“Yeah. And you are gonna have a hard time carrying two pots filled with dirt and plants down to the train stop then home.”
“Oh.” Serizawa thought for a moment, having not even considered this. “I am returning to the office first. I guess you’re right.”
They finished getting all the information ready. Minegishi placed the pots in the corner for delivery after closing. He returned with a brilliant selection of flowers tied into a bouquet: white lilies mixed with roses both pink and red, opting out of the over used baby’s breath for the more enticing filler of dried lavender.
“Here.” He handed it over. “This is on the house.”
Serizawa took the delicate bundle in reverence. “They are so lovely. I don’t know where I’ll put these though.”
“Well, I thought you might need them.”
“For what?” Serizawa looked back with genuine confusion.
A long sigh. Why did he expect such blatant signs to even be read? Minegishi put his elbows onto the counter and leaned down, resting his head in a hand.
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
“Well, the office could use come color.” Serizawa beamed. “So thank you! For everything.”
“Sure thing.”
Minegishi waved after the man, sincerely hoping things went well. The store returned to its empty state and he wandered into the back to start his research into fungus.
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Lunch break had long passed. Reigen Arataka sat at his desk, fingers steepled and eyes staring ahead, their focus avoiding what they truly wanted to look at. In front of him sat a cheap vase he had found in one of the drawers that now contained a vibrant mixture of sweet smelling flowers.
Serizawa sat happily working away at his desk.
What did this mean. How could he act so nonchalant. Bringing such an expensive bouquet like it was any other day of the week.
‘These will help bring color to the office!’
Yeah. Ok. Sure. He is just SITTING THERE what do I even do. Should I get him something back? Maybe chocolates? Or is that too brash. I mean it’s still less brash than ROSES. Is this because of the last movie night, us sitting on his couch together sharing popcorn.
Ugh. No. Stop thinking so much into this. Just get up and walk over there. Say some things. Don’t know what yet.
“Reigen-san, are you alright?”
Reigen jolted up, his back now straight. “FINE! Perfectly fine. Just lost in thought is all.” He waved a hand at his desk. “Coming up with new advertisement ideas for the business.”
“Oh. Alright.” HOW DID HE HAVE SUCH A CUTE SMILE. “Well you missed two phone calls. I thought maybe something had happened.”
“Ah, worry not!” Reigen fumbled, leaning back in his chair as it squeaked. “They were just spam calls.”
Serizawa gave a nod and returned to his papers. Taking an inhale and holding it, Reigen stared at the flowers. Maybe sleep on it. Take some time to understand the meaning behind it all. Too late. He rose to unsteady legs, mouth opening before his brain could catch up.
“Say, wanna hang out at the end of the week? Maybe I can come over again and watch movies.”
Serizawa beamed back. “Sure! I only have one class Friday night so I will be home probably around 6pm. How does that sound?”
Fuck fuck fuck. “Perfect.”
“Good! I can show you my new plants!”
Reigen blinked a few times and his train of thought never managed to get back on the rails for the rest of the work day.
#my writing#serizawaweek2024#serizawa katsuya#minegishi#minegishi toshiki#reigen arataka#flowers#house plants#nature#mp100 fan fic#mp100#fan fic#seri/rei#he will be a good plant daddy#minegishi so also causes city planted trees to break through the concrete if tthey were planted with out enough breathing room#not on his watch#like all the plants around the shop and on his walk are remarkably thriving#nextup the research for him should be galls
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Considering how many people liked the post about the random saw headcannons I will now be giving saw headcannons. Today’s topic is flowers.
Mark Hoffman likes white roses but only one to three. He hates bouquets and doesn’t really use any for decoration. Like he probably won’t put it on his desk it’ll be on the counter at home. He doesn’t really put them in water either. My man doesn’t know much about plants. He used to send flowers to his sister and they’d send bouquets back and forth but when she passed he just didn’t like bouquets much anymore. He still realizes the meaning of gesture though so that’s why he still enjoys white roses.
Amanda Young likes orchids and irises. She kinda knows some stuff about flowers, she could tell you the meaning of different roses but she can’t keep it alive. But she thinks the act of giving flowers is special. If she gives you flowers you best look into what the flowers mean in that bouquet because it’s a message.
Lawrence Gordon can never pick one flower it changes a lot, but he’s never liked roses. He’ll go from liking peonies to lilies my guy just cannot decide. But if you give him one of those assorted bouquets he will do his damn hardest to keep it alive. He loves to have little succulents around the house but he’s not very good at taking care of them, usually it’s by accident. He got the wrong soil or didn’t know they didn’t need that much water. He’s trying his hardest.
Adam Stanheight thinks flowers are dumb but secretly loves sunflowers. Sucks at growing plants and knows nothing but he remembers the names like crazy. He knows the name of a chrysanthemum but has 0 clue what it looks like. His mom probably sends him flowers and that’s the only reason he knows the names.
Peter Strahm likes bluebells. No I cannot explain why. He doesn’t like to take care of plants but he can. He’s crazy good at it. But he’s so busy the main thing he has time for is probably a Cactus or an Angel light. He does not trust Walmart plants. His mom 100% sends him flowers.
Lindsey Perez likes Tiger Lillies and probably daisies. She’s got a little green room/sunroom in her place and reads in there or does some simple hobbies there. She’s probably trying painting the plants she has. Home girl wants to do the relaxing things around her plants. She’s too stressed and wants plants and painting to help fix it.
John Kramer likes poppys and marigolds. Marigolds used to be his wife’s favorite and that’s why he liked them. He just couldn’t part with the flower even though they parted. Poppy’s just make him happy. Bro sucks at keeping plants alive. Yes he tried talking to his plants cause he thought that worked, he stopped when he realized it wasn’t working. He doesn’t really keep plants cause 1) he doesn’t want to take care of them 2) he doesn’t have time.
Jill Tuck used to love marigolds and that’s why John did too. But now when she sees a marigold she practically gets sick to her stomach thinking about everything. She says she likes daisies now but really just says that to pacify those who ask. She doesn’t do flowers much anymore. She tried to take care of plants as a way to cope with the loss of her unborn son but it didn’t help her so she just didn’t have an interest after that. But she does include flowers in some of her hobbies like if she does embroidery or something.
#saw#saw iii#sawposting#saw movie#saw headcannons#adam stanheight#lawrence gordon#amanda young#lindsey perez#peter strahm#john kramer#jill tuck#mark hoffman#saw iv#saw ii#saw 0.5#saw 2004#i’m dyslexic which one is saw iv v and vi#saw vi#saw v#saw vii#saw 3d#saw the final chapter
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PLS DOES ANYONE KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT PLANTS MY PRAYER PLANTS ARE VERY SAD AND ALL THE APPS WANT ME TO PAY PLEASE I DONT WANT THEM TO DIE AND I AM A BROKE COLLEGE STUDENT I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU HAVE ANY GENUINE ADVICE FOR ME
My parlor palm, aloe vera, and assorted other succulents have been just fine, but this is my first time owning prayer plants and I am way out of my depth here. Just posting with the hopes some kind soul is able to save my little guys.
Featured below are are my Maranta Prayer Plant (L) and Fishbone Prayer Plant (R) and as you can see they are Not Doing Great. They are alive but the Maranta’s leaves are spotting and Queenie (Fishbone) just looks a little too droopy to me.
They are in a bathroom, with the Maranta (Toast) on the counter and the Fishbone (Queenie) on the back of the toilet. I’d say they’re getting watered approximately once a week with water from the tap since it goes through the filter and we have hard water from the other faucet. They get some medium ish indirect sunlight through the morning and light indirect sunlight to sundown, nothing too horribly intense.
Do they need more sunlight?? I’m hoping they aren’t being overwatered, since I have been on every plant website under the fucking sun and everything so far is telling me they’re receiving adequate water.
Are they okay?? Is it because we’re approaching winter time? Again, first time having prayer plants, I’ve owned tons of succulents and such before so I am running off minimal information from some old houseplant horticulture databases tha helped me out with my plant questions in the past.
For reference, photos of the tops of the plants with Toast on the left again and Queenie on the right.
Forgot but important side note, I trimmed these leaves off an hour ago, figured I should document it somewhere in this post in case it helped at all with diagnosing. As you might guess from the leaf patterns, they all came off Toast except the one on the very bottom with the more distinct striping.
#madi off topic#plants#plant care#plant help#prayer plant#please help i cannot emotionally handle these guys dying
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Plant Update
I'm slowly hoarding plants (and by that I mean I own six orchids one lucky bamboo plant, one aloe vera, three baby cacti, SOME NUMBER OF SUCCULENTS and like 30 assorted flower bulbs. (Stay tuned on the flower bulbs tbh something may come of them yet!!! LILIES MY BELOVED).
And tbqf this year alone I've gone from like, (1) orchid to (6) orchids so. Two of them are not phalaenopsis orchids (though tbh my largest and most successful one is a white phal. The yellow phal (david lim) has got, if i'm counting correctly THREE buds on it right now so I'm very excited.
The other two phals were rescued from the grocery store discount clearance bin so I have no idea what color they're supposed to be (probably white though, is my guess since I rescued them from the grocery store clearance bin) and their roots were a MESS because they were shoved in (1) tiny pot together, so you may imagine what distress they're in. But also they cost like 7.50 usd so who am I to complain. They've since been repotted but like, that's the state of things there.
I got my Cymbidium as a baby -- it was only planted in December 2022! -- so it's probably going to be a long time before it flowers alas.
My Lycaste is.... doing something. I don't know what. Most of the leaves have fallen off, but the roots are fine, so I think it's in winter dormancy right now but honestly I don't know! We'll find out if I killed it in a couple months I guess!
Anyway I feel like I'm well on my way to becoming an orchid whisperer so stay tuned. There's an orchid auction every year in August/September-ish so I will be keeping my eyes PEELED for new types....and other colors....
EDIT: I somehow forgot to add that I rescued a miniature rose from the same grocery store clearance bin as well. I have no rose growing experience but we'll see!
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Love Leaves Scars: Plot Twist of the Century
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Warning: Skye is a warning yall
Pairing: Oc!reader x Grayson Hawthorne
W.C: 2.3k
I observe as the sky is bathed in a soft hue of blue, and the sun emerges from its slumber. The sky is adorned with wisps of clouds and the graceful presence of birds, infusing it with vibrant life and color. A gentle, chilly breeze brushes against my skin, causing a light shiver to ripple through me. I draw my blanket closer, taking solace in its warmth, as I savor each sip of the steaming coffee I have brewed. All the while, my gaze remains fixed upon the ever-changing canvas of the sky, as well as the graceful movements of the birds.
"You're awake quite early," I hear Asnid's morning voice raspily remark. "Good morning," I greet her warmly, setting my mug down on the table of the balcony. Asnid settles into the vacant chair opposite me, reaching out to take a sip from my mug. "From what I recall, you're not one to wake up early, Vers," Asnid remarks. "I found it difficult to sleep last night," I confess, my voice tinged with vulnerability. Sleep has evaded me ever since our arrival here, five days ago.
"Is the bed not providing enough comfort?" Asnid inquires, her concern evident. I assure her that the bed is perfectly adequate. It's simply that the memories I have tried desperately to forget persistently haunt me, even within the realm of my dreams. Ever since I turned twelve, I have been unable to dream at all, and I can't even remember the last time I ever did dream. Yet, sleeping within Hawthorne House has reawakened my ability to dream. Alas, these dreams are far from pleasant—they can rather be described as nightmares.
"Are you nervous about the will reading?" Asnid speculates. "Why would I be nervous about something like that? Im sure Tobias Hawthorne included me in that will for one of his games," I reply. But deep down, is that truly the case?
I turn away from Asnid and fix my gaze upon the captivating vista before us. Hawthorne House, perched upon its expansive estate, commands attention. The forest surrounding us sways in unison with the whims of the wind.My eyes remain on the scene, for a moment, I felt a semblance of peace wash over me. A semblance, but not quite complete.
"We should eat breakfast, Verity," Asnid suggests, rising from her seat. Reluctantly, I tear my eyes away from the captivating view, following Asnid downstairs to the dining area. The long table is adorned with an array of breakfast delicacies—varieties of bread, succulent fruits, and a tempting assortment of treats. It is a veritable feast, brimming with flavors that screams sugar rush. "Good morning, Miss Verity and Miss Asnid," one of the maids greets us before departing to the kitchen.
I pull out a chair for Asnid, then take my place beside her. It doesn't take long before the remaining occupants of Hawthorne House begin to trickle into the dining area, joining us for breakfast. However, one person is noticeably absent.
"Where might dearest Grayson be?" Xander inquires, his mouth full of bread. "He left yesterday for some errands and hasn't come back," Nash replies. My eyes meet Nash's, and he raises an eyebrow inquisitively. I simply lower my head, focusing on the food before me. Silence settles upon the room, punctuated only by a small exchange of words.Everything remained silent until...
"I'm home!" a voice rings out, shattering the tranquility.
As Skye Hawthorne enters the dining room, the atmosphere shifts. The three grandchildren momentarily pause their eating before resuming.
"Good morning, boys, did you miss me?" She ask while giving a three of them a half-hearted hugs before her attention turns to me. Her eyes light up, and a sly smirk forms on her lips.
"Verity Rosewood, long time no see, my dear," Skye greets me, approaching with enthusiasm. I rise from my seat and reciprocate the hug she offers. "Oh, how I missed my favorite future daughter-in-law," she remarks, planting a kiss on my cheek. I resume my seat as Skye takes the one beside me.Just great.
Skye then turns her attention to Asnid, "Well, who is this pretty lady over here?" Asnid, taken aback by the question, blushes deeply and introduces herself politely. "I'm Asnid, nice to meet you, Miss Hawthorne," she responds with a sweet smile. Skye attempts to return the gesture, though a fleeting expression of disgust betrays her true feelings. Skye possesses a talent for feigning kindness, concealing her true emotions.
Concerning Grayson's whereabouts, Skye poses the same question she asked her sons earlier. Nash provides the same response he shared with Xander, indicating that Grayson ventured out on errands and has yet to return. Skye then shifts her attention back to me, "How are you, Verity? I've missed you, my dear,"
"I've been doing great, actually," I reply, offering a sweet smile as I continue to enjoy my breakfast. Skye's hand delicately tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, further blurring the boundaries of comfort. Such a sweet but fake act. "Where is Zara? Shouldn't she be here when the will reading starts?" Skye queries, indulging in bread and fruit as she awaits an answer.
After excusing ourselves from the table to give the Hawthorne family their privacy, Asnid and I walk away, leaving the dining room. I can sense Skye's gaze following us until we leave the room.
"Who is that lady?" Asnid asks once we are out of earshot. I reply, "That's Skye Hawthorne, the second-born daughter of Tobias and the mother of the four grandchildren." Asnid murmurs her suspicion, "She seems like bad news."
"She is, so be careful," I warn her. Asnid nods obediently, understanding the potential dangers. We decide to minimize our interactions with the Hawthornes by staying in our room until the will reading commences.
As I assist Asnid in zipping up her dress, she raises a question. "Do you think the Avery girl has arrived by now?" I consider her inquiry and respond, "If she hasn't, it means we'll be staying here even longer until the next scheduled will reading." Asnid then confides, "I kind of like it here." Our eyes meet in the mirror before us. I cannot deny that I share a similar sentimentI couldn't say that I didn't feel the same. It's hard to enjoy staying in the house that haunts you even in your dreams. It's hard to enjoy staying in the house which makes me remember memories I choose to forget. It's hard to enjoy staying in the house where you met your first love.
"I'm glad you enjoyed your stay here, hon," I offer a small smile, which she reciprocates. Words alone would not suffice to convey the depth of my disdain for this place—the unsettling feelings it evokes, the memories it forces me to confront, and the sight of the man I once loved.
Our attention is diverted to the sound of a knock on the door. "Asnid? Verity? You need to come down now," Nash's voice reaches us from the other side. Asnid responds, "We'll be out in a minute!" She places a hairclip in her hair, and I patiently wait as Nash's footsteps fade away.
"I'm done! Let's go!" Asnid exclaims, grabbing my hand as we make our way down the stairs and into the Great Room. As we enter, the room is already filled with people, although the main event has yet to commence. Oren, Tobias's head bodyguard, stands by the wall, strategically positioned to observe the room's exits. The Laughlin family occupies one side of the room, while Zara and her husband engage in conversation with the lawyers, Grayson at their side. Nan sits at the front right of the room, with Xander irritating her incessantly. Skye occupies a solitary seat, and the remaining Hawthorne boys are seated together.
"Let's sit beside them!" Asnid whispers to me with excitement, suggesting that we sit beside the two unfamiliar girls in the wingback chairs. One of the girls had long brown hair while the other had short blue hair. Eagerly, we take the seats beside them. The girls turn their attention to us as we settle in. Asnid takes the initiative, extending her arm and introducing herself. "Hi! I'm Asnid! What's your name?" she asks cheerfully, and both girls shake her hand. The brunette girl introduces herself as Avery, while the one with blue hair is named Libby.
"Oh! You're the girl mentioned in the will too!" Asnid exclaims, pointing out Avery's connection. Avery nods in acknowledgment. "Do you know why? Were you mentioned too or are you related to these people?" Libby asks. "Honestly we're as confused as you are. I'm not mentioned but Verity is," Asnid says before linking her arm with mine2 and reassures them, "We're not related to the Hawthornes, don't worry." I observe as Libby visibly relaxes. "Finally, someone who isn't 'richy rich'," she exhales, prompting giggles from Asnid.
Deciding to engage in further conversation, Asnid moves to sit beside Libby while Avery takes Asnid's previous seat. A"Were you dragged into this as well?" Avery asks. "Yeah, sort of," I chuckled. "Do you have a history with them?" Avery shoots another question. I hesitated to give her a truthful answer but eventually still did. I nodded my head and told her how I used to play with the four Hawthorne grandchildren when we were young.
Avery responds, "Good for you, because I don't." Tobias Hawthorne you sick old man. "Even in death, he likes to play stupid games," I sigh, expressing my frustration. Avery begins to offer a reply, but her words are cut off by one of the lawyers in the room. "Now that everyone is here, it would be wise to start," the lawyer announces, and the three of them position themselves in a triangle formation, signaling the beginning of the proceedings.
The lawyer, whom I recognize as Alisa's father, begins by stating that we are gathered to hear the last will and testament of Tobias Tattersall Hawthorne. He explains that per Mr. Hawthorne's instructions, his colleagues will now distribute letters that he had left for each of us. The other lawyers begin to walk around the room, handing out the assigned letters to each person.
I receive my letter, and I notice that Avery has received hers as well. From the corner of my eye, I see Asnid staring at me with a worried expression. I turn to her and offer an assuring smile. I mouth the words "I'm fine" to her, and she nods, redirecting her attention back to the lawyers. "You may read the letters given to you once the will reading has concluded," The lawyer instructed.
The lawyer proceeds to explain that Tobias had stipulated that all individuals mentioned in his will must be physically present, and we have all fulfilled that requirement. The reading of the will officially commences.
"I, Tobias Tattersall Hawthorne, being of sound body and mind, decree that my worldly possessions, including all monetary and physical assets, be disposed of as follows," Mr. Ortega reads aloud, ensuring that everyone in the room can hear his words.
The room is filled with a palpable tension. Everyone is on the edge of their seats, their hearts pounding against their chests and their breaths held in anticipation. The silence is so profound that the ticking of the clock is audible.
One by one, each person present in the room is given their share of Tobias's fortune and assets. When Skye and Zara receive their share, they engage in a heated sibling dispute, creating a disturbance in the middle of this crucial event. Mr. Ortega intervenes, calming the two down and emphasizing the near impossibility of challenging the will. Now, it is time to address the grandsons.
"To my grandsons, Nash Westbrook Hawthorne, Grayson Davenport Hawthorne, Jameson Winchester Hawthorne, and Alexander Blackwood Hawthorne, I leave..." As Mr. Ortega's voice resonates through the room, the tension reaches its peak. Zara mutters bitterly, "Everything," expressing her discontent with the situation.
"Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars apiece, payable on their twenty-fifth birthdays, until such time to be managed by Alisa Ortega, trustee," Mr. Ortega continues.
Another eruption of Hawthorne family drama ensues, triggered by these words. The wealth distribution becomes apparent: the grandsons receive their allotted amounts, the two daughters receive Tobias's belongings and five hundred thousand dollars, Nan receives her daughter's jewelry and a yearly sum of one hundred thousand dollars, Oren is bequeathed a toolbox and three hundred thousand dollars, and a mere one hundred dollars are designated for the Laughlin family. "Please, everyone," Mr. Ortega held up a hand and everyone stopped talking all at once. "Allow me to finish," The room goes silent once again but this time everyone turns to me and Avery sitting beside each other.
"Please, everyone," Mr. Ortega raises his hand, and the room falls silent once again. All eyes turn towards me and Avery, who are seated beside each other. The anticipation hangs heavily in the air.
"The remainder of my estate, including all properties, I leave to Avery Kylie Grambs," Mr. Ortega announces. The room fills with a mixture of surprise and astonishment. Libby and Avery's eyes widen at the lawyer's words. I can feel the weight of everyone's gaze upon me, waiting for the rest of the will to be read.
"All remaining monetary assets and worldly possessions not otherwise specified, I leave to..."
My heart races uncontrollably, pounding against my chest, clamoring to be set free. The sound of my own heartbeat drowns out all other noise. My ears feel as though they're ringing, overwhelmed by its deafening rhythm. I struggle to draw a breath, feeling as if my lungs are suffocating, desperate for air. Every fiber of my being cries out for help, for relief. I cannot bring myself to meet anyone's gaze, not even Asnid's. In the midst of my distress, I sense Avery taking hold of my hand, offering a small measure of solace. Yet, it is not enough to quell the tumultuous screams and cries echoing within my heart.
"Verity Quinn Rosewood," Mr. Ortega finally utters my name, and the world around me seems to come crashing down.
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𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲'𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀. Nestled along the coast of Waterdeep, it is both sunlight and the insistent cling of salt that Gale's grown to find exceedingly soothing. It is the bastion of his comforts, outfitted with a grand assortment of a thousand enchantments. Charmed, it is far larger on the inside than it appears on the outside, and nestled in its rooms wade about a million secrets. A wizard's tower, after all, should be as much an enigma as the mage themselves.
Entryway.
Upon entering Gale's home, one would be welcomed by a sectioned off room, the house separating its guests from the rest beyond this point. It is nondescript, all deep woods with the warmth of a far away fire, sure, but plainly put, is not what one expects from a wizard's home. There is a mirror by the door, and before it, a little end table with an aging candelabra. There is a thick, fine drape that rests snug at the arch walling off the tower's entryway, and there is a plush, old rug sat in front of the door. Framed, there hangs a painting of a garden by the right-most wall. The decor is dated, speaking of an aesthetic veering on 'dark academia' and here, there is an enhancement Gale placed to thwart those not explicitly welcomed--hold person, in the rug, can hold you still.
But at least the shy smattering of hanging plants can keep you company.
The first floor: Entry way, living room, kitchen, and washroom.
After exiting the entryway, one would at last enter a hall, short, that leads to a cozy and admittedly half-cluttered room. Here, there is a coffee table, some leather seats in a shade of hemlock-green, and a winding staircase--fit with a red stair runner-- that goes, up, up, up (again, enchanted, some time manipulation steeped in the runner to shorten walk-time). In fact, should one look up, one would think Gale has furnished twelve floors at least, the ceiling like a pinprick with rich deep-gold tiles. It's evident this floor's hardly used, however, beyond the kitchen that is sat snug and half-walled off from the adjoining living room. The seats seem seldom used, not a crack or wrinkle in their delicate upholstery, and the cups lines in Gale's kitchen never used beyond the one. There's several books splayed about, a knitted blanket Morena had made him some decades ago--purple, his favorite, shade, of course--thrown about the sofa, and a myriad of paintings lined on the walls. There's a hanging light in the fashion of some brassy armillary. In the built-in shelves in the paneled walls, there rests even more books with some decanters of whiskey. There rests a wide circular window fit with an alcove right at the center wall, too, with a darling view of the waters with some hanging candles.
Beside the living room, the kitchen--again, very frequently used--waits, charmed with a fire that seems always to burn (safely, of course). At all times, something fragrant lingers within it, be it darling, spice-fruit tartlet or a succulent rack of ribs or lamb. Here, the fashion is a touch more rustic in nature, more dark-red bricks and taupe woods. Over his oven--black iron, a simple cast wood stove--rests an overhang of herbs, dried and half-self grown with the pots by his open windowsill, and the other half purchased from the ladies at the markets. He's a sizable coldbox charmed with a suspended chromatic orb of frost (it pulses, giving perpetual cool to the contents inside), beside countertops filled with all manner of jars. Gale makes his own jams, his favorite being a delightful, tart raspberry, and it with its fruity sisters and brothers rests bottled up with delightful cloths. Gale spends much time in here, and it's plain to see he lavishes it with love. Always, there is something delightful set up by the island counter that looks off into the rest of the living room--like a cake stand piled generously with something exquisitely vanilla. With a door nearby, Gale would explain it leads to his little pantry of hundur sauce. There, one will find, too, his notable collection of both red and white wines. An evening with Gale Dekarios is an evening with a five course meal.
The washroom set off by the staircase is humble, a tap of flowing water charmed to flow and stop when you so wish it. There is an ornate mirror, some suspended flowers there for a spot of freshness, and lit candles for ambiance. The small of something earthy and not too overbearing hangs everywhere, steeped in the towels and the wood of the little medicine cabinet.
The second floor: Two bedrooms, with their own personal bathrooms.
Here, you will find Gale's bedroom, and beside it, a spare. To note, no one ever uses that guest room considering, well, one would need guests to start off with. All the same, no would-be over-night stay would find themselves wanting. The guest room, adequately sized, opens up to face a wide, stained glass window-modestly so, just to allow some shades of gold to lick along the floors. A thick curtain dresses it up, its color a burgundy wine that pairs well with the dark woods and surge of white in the bedding. The best itself is a four post one, no veils yet to hang off of them. The large dresser is empty save for some spare things Gale has put in for Tara (spare collars, for example) and a couple of blankets he's never once used. It has its own bathroom as well, its tub charmed to, again, spill water and stopper it whenever you so wish. It's everything you need should you ever stay here, but admittedly, stripped just a bit of any personality.
Gale's room, however, is ride with personality. Here, you will find all manner of trinkets and wide-eyed wonders. It's dark wood again, and lived in, is effectively cluttered. There are books strewn everywhere, laid out on the floors despite two of four whole walls filled completely with tomes. He's a window at the one wall, opening to the scene of the city clamoring just beyond, its windowsill decorated with cups of wine, tea tins, and some pots of terracotta for when he deigns to play gardener. He's a large armillary in a state of perpetual spin, aligned with the real-time turning of the stars. His bed is large, a bed tray usually atop of it with smattering of peeled fruit and his read for the morning, sheets a dark, rich brown with the bedposts taken in dark-green curtains. There's a bed for Tara, too, laid there by one of his growing stacks of ancient reads. His carpet is patterned, a sliver of white to help brighten the space, with some cat toys strewn here and there and an armoire that's charmed much larger on the inside. Beside his bed, there rests Gale's private bathroom. It's impressive, tiled beige with dark woods that border on chestnut black. He's a whole array of bath salts, lotions and creams and shampoos and conditioners, everything combining to capture ascent of sage and jasmine sweetened just a sliver with a persimmon hue. His tub is actually dipped into the floors, a standing shower merely an overhang spout in the space beside the tub. There is incense here, too, that wafts at times with the hot steam of his usual luxurious baths--Gale, let it be known, a sucker for a spot of finery.
The third floor: Dedicated solely to Gale's office and study--dressed up with a terrace. Inside the study, Gale keeps his inheritance and riches.
Going up the stairs this floor has no landing. In fact, it's only a passing door before one continues traveling up towards the rooftops. The door is unassuming, something old and ancient with brass knockers as handles. However, belying its normalcy is the swell of magic and light that glows from crystals within.
This room is what we are most familiar with: it is, as we have seen in game, Gale's study. And yes, it is by and large, Gale's most favored room--kitchen notwithstanding. Here, Gale's study is less a study and more a keep of ancient texts. His walls are littered with them, the copious amount of shelves not enough to cradle their wealth. Stacks of loose tomes can be found crawling up, up, up for the ceiling everywhere, and each one, he'll tell you, is one he's read once before--evidently not faking it like every other bookworm. He knows where each one seems to lay by heart, even the four hundredth manual in an uninspiring shade of brown. He's a crackling hearth, one he's charmed to run forever on and on, with a single chair and a sofa-too-many. He's a statue in a wait-high sizes dedicated to Mystra. He's spent more hours than he'd confess to kneeling before them, a memory he's no rush to indulge in again with any delight, both scrolls and flowers wreathing it like humble offerings. He's a piano he's manipulated to play when he desires, something of a tune that runs very soft and relaxed. At times, Gale himself will even pluck away the keys, the piano chair before it housing some rough compositions.
In this study, one will find a door, locked, to what houses whatever is of Gale's inheritance. Beside that door, one will also find the double doors to his brilliant terrace, outfitted with plants, a rug, and sun-warm sofa. Here, Gale likes to idle away his time, Tara in his lap and some wine on his tongue. In his year in solitude, he would rest here often, looking over the lullabied waters and its quiet ripples... Half mad, half yearning, and entirely wistful.
One can find some empty bottles of wine here with a heavy heart.
The fourth floor: A smaller room, something like an observatory.
Humble but absolutely dazzling, the top floor opens up to a darling observatory of sorts--not a proper room, no, but a mere floor with a railing that looks down to the lower, three-most levels. Here, the ceiling--again, those rich tiles of brown and gold--rest above your head, wide and unobscured of even a hanging light. Instead, there are candelabras set up about this book-littered room (with pillows, too, and a nice rug set up for casually laying) that flicker and whisper with its crackling song. Laid down on this floor, one would look up to that so-bare ceiling...and when Gale so whispers it, says those magical words, the ceiling seems to suddenly disappear, replaced with a ripple of the view of the stars. Here, Gale can trace the course of the twinkling cosmos. Immediately, the shine of the stars come to pale the combined wash of the candles, the atmosphere impossibly drusy and gauzy like silk. Gale likes it up here, relaxing in the majesty of the moon. Sometimes, he will find Tara flapping her wings here, a little trapdoor to the rightmost wall for her to come and go from when she desires. They will cuddle up together as she speaks about her nightly escapades of feline devilry. Gale, in a nest of pillows, will patiently listen.
#HEADCANON.#THis is...SO LONG. This is just describing Gale's 'tower'.#ANd yes... I DO want to add pictures. Maybe once I make it properly in Sims or something#cuz you know I play Sims... A LOT.#I am in love with an observatory floor just for Gale to admire the skies...#So much magic in this house. Perpetually lit fires#tea charmed to always stay warm and ready for consumption#tubs with faucets that can always run as warm as you like (and Gale--to Shadowhearts admission--always smells like a dowager#so YES gale has a LOT of fine creams and shampoos and all that jazz. Man likes to bathe forever in his tiled tub with a a book#i know it.)#We are exploring beyond that little study and terrace we saw in Gale's romance scene. I am talking about a PROPER HOUSE!#Gale's home is so...well dark academia. How typical.
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Are there foods exclusive to the Celestial Realm? And if so, does Nick miss any of the food there? :3c
Okay so I really wanted to DRAW some fantasy food but then I realized, idk how to draw food...
I do imagine they'd probably have weird vegetation? And different variation of farm animals, a side effect from eating the magical vegetation. So yes! They have more magic fueling foods. A list I thot of and what I think they'd do ✨ magically ✨
1. Stardust Sapphires: Delicate, shimmering blue fruits that emit a faint glow. When consumed, they grant a temporary boost in mental acuity and focus.
2. Luminescent Nectar: A radiant, glowing liquid extracted from celestial flowers. Drinking this nectar enhances one's magical abilities for a short duration.
3. Aetherian Crystalberries: Small, translucent berries that sparkle with a faint inner light. These berries possess healing properties when consumed and are often used in medicinal remedies.
4. Celestial Mooncakes: Delicious pastries that appear to change color and emit a gentle glow depending on the phase of the moon. Each phase imbues the mooncake with different enchantments.
5. Ethereal Elixirs: Mystical potions brewed from rare celestial herbs and infused with celestial energies. They provide various magical enhancements or temporary abilities, such as flight, enhanced strength, or invisibility.
6. Aurora Apples: Apples that reflect the vibrant colors of an aurora. Eating one grants the consumer a sense of tranquility and peace while rejuvenating their spirit.
7. Nebula Noodles:Noodles made from stardust-infused flour, creating a dish that shimmers with faint twinkling lights. They offer a surge of energy and a feeling of cosmic inspiration when consumed.
8. Everglow Soup: A luminescent broth that seems to shimmer with an inner light, this celestial soup is made from an assortment of rare, glowing vegetables found only in the most enchanting meadows of the celestial realm. Consuming this soup not only warms the body but also invigorates the spirit, leaving a faint radiant glow upon those who indulge in its otherworldly flavors.
9. Mystic Herb Bread: Baked with flour harvested from arcane wheat and sprinkled with a blend of enchanted herbs, this bread emanates a tantalizing aroma that evokes visions of mystical forests. Each slice possesses a subtle, magical essence that awakens the senses, offering a taste that seems to transport those who consume it to the serene depths of a tranquil celestial grove.
10. Wooly Celestial Cow Steak: Sourced from the fabled Wooly Celestial Cows that graze upon the shimmering pastures of the celestial realm, this steak boasts a tender and succulent texture unlike any other. Infused with the essence of cosmic herbs and celestial grains in their diet, the steak offers a delicate balance of flavors—earthly yet otherworldly—accompanied by a hint of the cow's wooly, ethereal nature.
I also thot it would be funny if there is just Pink Kale 💀 or something so dumb like that. Most foods have their own magical names like Everglow Soup, Mystic Herb Bread, and then Pink Kale 🤪
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