#spoiled food = green mold
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Thinkin about short haired college leche <3
same i miss her. here’s something generic hahhaha
#farmer leche#i love these brushes aaaaaa#watch me make her a little more unhinged#actually i got ideas to ilustrate her origin story and more npc interactions aside from Leah#i love drawing her with short hair right now#but i also want to incorporate hair journey into her story#spoiled bitch = spoiled milk(leche)#spoiled food = green mold#technically milk doesnt go green it curdles#shshhshshshs symbolism. her hair is losely curled theres your curdle#her ass isnt cottage cheese cause she can afford the kim k treatment lmao#jk im just lazy#no mommy milkers tho#i wanna keep the design element of leah being the inverted triangle sillhouete to leche’s triangle#thanks for coming to my ted talk#snorts
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when he walks in…
A few things… there is some Lucifer slander but that should be expected as he is the devil from da bible.
Also a few references to Paradise Lost. How can you write bible fanfics (or anything about Luci) without referencing the OG bible fanfic.
Sera is also a big part of this but I want to think that she was kind before the exterminations.
Also my interpretation of eve.
And Adam is so Ooc but there is still bits and pieces. I definitely headcanon that he wasn’t always a misogynistic prick but was spoiled because he never ate the apple.
And finally (Y/n) is used to refer to reader but it’s completely gender neutral.
Your purpose was to keep Lucifer busy so that he wouldn’t go out seeking Lilith.
The first memory you had was blurry and the conversation you overheard was fuzzy but you’re sure it was about you.
“I don’t want an angel I want the human woman.” A man shouted.
“You don’t want an angel, fine!” A woman replied as if trying to calm a toddler throwing a tantrum. A slight sting came from your back, feathers flew around you.
“Oh really? How’re they going to get around without wigs, Sera?” There was a triumphant tone in the man’s voice. “Face it, they can’t live here if they’re human but they can’t be down there because it’s supposed to be just a single man and a single woman, and if they have wings they’re an angel so I don’t want THEM!!”
“Fine!! You know what!! They’ll bleed red like the humans do but I’ll give them the wings of an insect. They’ll be like nothing or no one else. Will that make you happy. A being not quite human but most definitely not an angel.” You felt your skin contort and mutate as Sera molded and shifted your flesh.
“You want me to be with some hideous monster? No. Sera, no! I love Lilith. She’s just the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
“Lucifer stop! She is Adam’s wife. You can have my new creation.” Sera pushed you forward and the first thing that properly came into your vision was the short man with blond hair and rosy cheeks.
“Get that freak away from me!” He shouted and ran off.
“Did I come out wrong?” Sera’s heart almost broke as you said those words.
“No Darling. You’re perfect. Just give him time.”
He never came back after that. News that he had taken Lilith away swept the city behind the pearly gates.
“Did I do something wrong Sera?”
“No darling. He never gave you a chance. Come on now. We should get back to work.”
“is that all I’m good for? Work work work! I have to run around maintaining balance for people who don’t even care about me, and all because Lucifer didn’t choose me. Where’s my choice?”
“What do you want to do then?” She groaned.
“I heard that a new bride was made for Adam. He named her Eve. I also heard that Raphael was going to visit them, can I go with? Please?” Sera smiled at you.
Sera nodded. “If you want to oversee the garden you may.”
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank You!!”
“Go get ready, it’s quite muddy down there so you should probably change out of your white clothes!”
It was so green down there. “Hi! I’m (Y/n). Sera made me.”
“Who’s Sera?” A beautiful girl with dark brown hair and tan skin asked. She had big brown eyes and was of shorter stature.
“Doesn’t matter right now. Who are you?” You said with curiosity. A taller man wrapped his arms around the woman.
“Back off! I already had one angel steal my first wife. I’m not letting Eve slip away so easily.”
“Yes that’s actually what we came to talk about.” Raphael had said.
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After explaining what had happened with Lucifer to the humans Raphael had left. Eve wandered off halfway through the story leaving you with Adam.
“So…” he started, leaning back on his hands.
“I have so many things I want to ask you! First off, what was Lilith like?” You sat next to him, your knees against your chest.
“Prideful and lazy. I told her over and over again that we needed to grow food for keep the lions from killing the lambs but all she wanted to do was lounge on the beach.”
“Next question. What’s life like down here?”
“It’s… great actually. Other than the slight of having Lilith taken. Eve’s just fantastic though, she listens to everything I ask of her. I always got the feeling that Lilith hated being made for me and she wanted to be her own person. So her leaving is whatever. I wouldn’t want to be told that my only purpose was to be made for someone else’s sake.”
“I was made for someone else and I was fine with it.”
“I feel like Eve’s like that. She was made from my rib ya know. I let her do whatever she wants when she feels like it so she doesn’t get suffocated and leave me too. I love her so fucking much. Trust me, when she gets back I’ll ask her to tell you about all her favorite fruits. You’ll love her as much as I do.”
“What is freedom like? What is it like to live for yourself? You and Eve get to don’t you?”
“Yeah. We still have our duties in the garden but she’s always so excited to help. Do you not have freedom?”
“Not particularly. Sera keeps me pretty busy. I live her her rules, her will alone.”
“Was she the one who you were made for?”
You look away bashfully. “No, I was made for Lucifer so he could stop obsessing over Lilith.”
“Well, thanks for failing. I wouldn’t have Eve if he gave up on Lilith.”
“That actually makes me feel a little better.”
“Hey are you always so obedient to that Sera chick?”
“I have to be. She created me and I must honor her rules and orders above all else.”
“You seem tense. How many rules do you have?”
“Too many to count.”
“We only have one rule here.”
“Don’t eat the apple from the forbidden tree.” You and him say in unison.
“I know.” You look away. “Adam. Promise me one thing.” You look back at him with a desperate look in your eyes. “No matter what you do you have to follow that one rule okay? No matter if you’re starving, no matter if Eve is being threatened. You can never break that rule. Not even if Eve does. Tell her too, okay. Not if she’s starving. Not if you’re being threatened. I already lost my purpose in life because the man I was made for broke the rules and got kicked out. Promise me that you will never break this one simple rule.”
“Okay! Geez, you’re kinda dramatic. I’ll go tell Eve.” He stood up and walked away.
“You’re purpose in life huh? Don’t be so dramatic!” A voice from behind you called out.
“You can’t be here! HE forbid it.”
“HE can’t tell me what to do anymore.”
“HE still loves you. Just apologize for what you did and we can go home.”
“I’m never going back. And I’m never going to be with you! So just take your disgusting SELF AND GO AWAY!!”
“Am I not good enough?”
“NO!!”
“Adam!?” You called out to him surprised at his sudden outburst.
“Eve!” Lucifer shouted worriedly as you both rushed to where the cry came from.
“WHAT DID YOU DO!! (Y/N)!! HELP!! We can fix this… WE CAN FIX THIS RIGHT??!!”
“What happened?” You asked trying to calm Adam down.
“I’m sorry. They said I didn’t know what I was doing. They said I was ignorant. I was. I was so stupid.”
“…What did you do Lucifer?”
“I showed her the truth. The truth that all of you were trying to hide.” He smirked triumphantly. However his smile faded as lightning struck behind him. The winds picked up. The sky darkened with rain clouds rolling in.
“Eve just apologize. Just say you made a mistake. HE is very forgiving. Please.”
“But it’s their fault! They tricked me! I’m not the one to blame! It was them! It was him!” She tried to reason.
“No no no! Just apologize! Eve just apologize! You won’t be in trouble. Just own up to your mistakes and ask for forgiveness!” You tried to persuade.
“Eve just do it!” Adam demanded.
“You eat it. We can do this together.” She pleaded.
“I… I can’t.”
“What’s the big deal? It’s just a stupid apple. Now she can be more informed about her own life.” Lucifer shouted.
“it was their one rule! Why couldn’t you just mind your own FUCKING business!” You shouted at him. “I wasn’t good enough so you had to have Lilith! I thought maybe, just maybe, now that he’s happy I could move on! I was ecstatic when I saw them! I thought overseeing them would bring me a sense of purpose! But no! You had to mess that up for me too!”
“Do you honestly think that I give a shit about you?! That for one moment I thought about YOU!?” Lucifer laughed in your face. “That’s utterly pathetic!! YOU’RE pathetic!!”
“You shut up! They’re great! They’re kind and they actually want to protect us!!” Adam yelled as he held Eve.
No matter what kind word he said, Lucifer’s words stung like nothing else. Tears flowed from your eyes.
“You know what? Fuck you Lucifer!” You shouted and ran away.
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You hadn’t thought about that for nearly 5 decades. Then a certain brunette walked up behind Sera. He was rounder and dressed in white and gold robes. “Little darling. I’d like you to meet Adam, the first man.”
“We’ve met. Hi!” You waved.
“Hey teeny.” He smiled.
“Hey! I’m not short! You grew since the last time I saw you! I wasn’t this small when I-” You cut yourself off.
“When we first met, I know.” He smiled softly. But his smile drop as he spoke next. “She’s gone. He succeeded in taking her away from me. I thought you’d like to know.”
“Adam, I’m sorry. I should’ve-”
“Hey. I’m here because of you. You saved me. You tried to save her.” He cut you off and wrapped you in a hug. “Sorry. I just need this.”
“Take as long as you need.” You hugged him back.
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“Ugh! Those dumb fucking whores!” Adam shouted.
“What’s wrong now?” You groaned. Adam had gotten an attitude after he made it into Heaven.
“It’s that short fucking clown and the whore he left you for! Those skanks had a baby! She was such a lazy prude when she was with me but apparently she couldn’t keep her fucking legs closed and put out for that ugly little shit!”
“Hypocrite. You‘ve been having sex with pretty much anything that moves.”
“Okay but the difference is that I actually populated the earth like I was suppose to. She was created to be the mother of all humans yet she goes off and makes hell-spawn instead.”
“Are you feeling insecure?” You teased.
“No! Fuck you, bitch!” You giggled as he pouted.
“Hey! I just had an idea how we can get back at them.”
“How?”
“We get married.”
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” He blushed. “We can’t do that!”
“Why not? If you’re not into me or you don’t want to give up sleeping around then you can just say so. But it would say to the brat downstairs that he isn’t the only one who can swoop in and steal away someone else’s lady. And it would prove to our Ex that we aren’t still thinking about each other.”
“But we are.”
“They don’t have to know that.”
“If we do this you’re taking my awesome dick every night.”
“Deal, you big horny crybaby.” You kissed the tip of his nose.
The news of the spur wedding rocked the pearly gates and all seven rings of Hell. All except the palace of the pride ring. They all couldn’t care less.
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It’s been a few months since you two got married. You sat brushing your husbands wings.
“Hey babe?” He turned to you slightly.
“Yes?”
“…do you think that I’m a good person?”
“Why do you ask?”
“…I feel like everyone always pities me because of my exes. They always say how I’m so good for listening. Does that make me a good person?”
“Sometimes you can be a bit misogynistic.”
“You get paid more than me! Why do I always have to pay for supper!?”
“Because you barely ever let me choose where we eat.” You tease.
“Spicy food makes me sick! I don’t want to be stuck on the toilet for three hours just because of your freakishly high tolerance.” He pouts.
“It’s also gentlemanly to pay. Besides you insist on getting burritos from that one place twice a month. …why do you ask anyway?”
“Sera’s got this dumb idea. It’s got me thinking about what makes a good person.”
“I wouldn’t know, I was created to follow rules. If I didn’t, I’d fall like Lucifer.”
“We had one rule. Then everything changed when Kane killed Able. I don’t even know if I’m a good person.”
“I think killing is back, harming children is also bad, sexual abuse is also bad. All these things are very purposeful though. People like that don’t change, but you changed. You used to sleep around and now you’re committed to me and you seem much happier.
“Can sinners change?”
“Not all obviously, but if they wanted to maybe.”
“I love you.” He whispered.
“I love you too baby.” When he walks in I am loved… I am loved.
#hazbin hotel#vivziepop#hazbin hotel fandom#hazbin adam#hazbin hotel adam#hazbin hotel adam x you#adam x reader#adam#adam hazbin hotel#hazbin adam x reader#hazbin adam x you#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x you#hazbin hotel x y/n#hazbin hotel adam x reader#adam hazbin x reader#adam hazbin hotel x reader
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A Lone Melody (Pt. 5)
Soft Platonic Yandere Arlong & OC(Melody)
Main|First|Previous
Warnings: None. Excessive cuteness of a child. World and lore building?
Word Count: 1,846
They docked the ship at Fishman Island, frankly the only place Arlong felt comfortable doing this at. He wanted to give Melody the kind of support he never got as a child for his own first time being totally submersed and learning how to breathe. He was helped by a mermaid who realized he was almost five and had never properly learned yet. She was kind and gentle and one of the first people he ensured had a good nest egg when he started making money—but she wasn’t family.
Maybe that made it more noble and sweet, a true testament to how they all needed to look out for each other, but it was something his own father should have done in leu of his mother. At bare minimum, his responsibility. But clearly that useless bastard only knew how to sire kids, not raise them. And now Shyarly could meet her niece as well.
Jinbe walked alongside him as they approached the mermaid café that his half sister worked at, Melody sitting up in his arms and looking around in wonder. It was the first island he’d ever allowed her to get off at—refusing to trust any island predominantly occupied by humans. Light blue dress with seafoam green frills and small orange fish swimming along the hem a recent purchase that suited his pup. He wanted Shyarly to meet her niece in something that wasn’t a onesie, as convenient as those were while they were at sea.
If Jinbe had his way, she’d be wearing a kimono. But the idea of trying to ensure his pup didn’t loosen the tie by accident while exploring simply didn’t appeal to him. Maybe when she wasn’t so enchanted by the idea of running around on her own and getting into everything. Last week she’d snuck into the storeroom and tried to eat a potato so old it was successfully growing new potatoes spuds along with mold. How and why was elaborated on in simple sentences.
“Daaah! Tha’ poh-tat-oh smell good!” Melody had cheerfully declared while still trying to stuff it into her mouth. Jinbe had, in an effort to encourage her speech, corrected her words rather than her actions. Leaving Arlong to gently pry the potato away, finding the smell personally offensive.
It had probably gotten lost between the barrels and was now inedible. Likely only good for food poisoning.
“It’s ‘the potato smells good’, baby.” Jinbe cooed with a smile before wrinkling his nose at the potato. “What are you even smelling, Melody? It’s clearly gone bad.” Melody huffed, still reaching for the potato with a pout. Not quite used to being told ‘no’ for any reason… Arlong may be spoiling his daughter a bit when he could. But he’d never admit it.
The door opened with a soft chime, the waitresses turning their heads briefly to see who was coming in. At the back, serving a table of rowdy humans, was Shyarly with a bubble to help her move around. Her dark hair was short still, dark purple dress flowing to her hips just under a bubble ring. She waved at him briefly before turning her attention back to the table. Another mermaid, with a tail that was long and slender like an eel, beamed. Clearly recognizing one of them.
“Jinbe! It’s been a while! Let me get you two—three a table! Does the little cutie need a highchair?” She asked politely while leaning over to wave at Melody who, awestruck, waved back. Body swaying with a clear desire to both stay in his arms while also personally investigating the mermaid.
Jinbe answered while Arlong was distracted with trying to keep Melody firmly seated.
“Yes please, Kagiri.” Jinbe smiled. “It’s good to see you’re doing well.”
“Dah! She’s so pretty! And her tail is like a noodle!” Melody ‘whispered’ to him, the young mermaid very entertained by the comment as Melody flapped her arm to demonstrate the noodle likeness. Arlong huffed a laugh.
“Melody, it’s a bit rude to comment on someone’s tail like that.” Arlong chastised her lightly. Melody looked perplexed and glanced at the mermaid as though checking.
“Oh… I’m sorry. It’s just so pretty—I promise I wasn’t gonna to bite it.” Melody reassured her.
“T-That’s alright, sweetie. I wasn’t worried about that—” the mermaid struggled to not laugh. “How old are you?” Melody puffed up with pride, baring her now mostly full set of sharp teeth.
“I’m two!” Melody held up her hand and, after a brief correction from Jinbe, showed off two fingers with pride.
“Wow! You’re a big girl, practically all grown up!” Kagiri cooed playfully. “And you know what big girls get? Their own chair.” She pulled out a highchair designed to accommodate both mermaid and fishmen children with a small buckle to secure them. Melody had never been in a chair before on her own, Arlong simply holding her for meals whenever Jinbe wouldn’t.
Another waitress, a young mermaid with a flowing blue tail, took the chair and set it up at a booth, allowing Arlong and Jinbe to be seated within easy reach of Melody’s chair. Arlong was a little nervous about how she’d react, but apparently the prospect of being ‘a big girl’ with her own chair was exciting. A few pieces of paper and crayons laid on the surface of the chair’s table to entertain her. A task she eagerly indulged in with a serious pout on her face. Any attempt to see what she was drawing was met with an angry huff and her arms slapping over the paper.
“Alright! I’ll stop trying to look! Sorry, pup.” Arlong acquiesced with a smile, leaning over to kiss her cheek apologetically. She huffed but kissed his cheek back, arms still trying to block out what was clearly the rough figure of Kagiri with a long, noodle tail.
“Arlong! I didn’t expect to see you here, let alone with company. You’re always so grumpy.” Shyarly came over with a teasing grin. “And who are you?” She leaned over to be at eyelevel with Melody.
Melody stopped drawing, eyes wide through her black-tipped bangs as she beamed. Shyarly followed her gaze and smiled, curling up her tail to show Melody.
“Ahck!” Melody cried out, gently grabbing the crescent shaped fin to marvel at it. “Dah! It’s like tha moon!” Melody looked at Arlong for confirmation. Shyarly chuckled, poking Melody’s cheek while looking at him expectantly.
“This is Melody. We found her at sea and took her in.” Arlong explained fondly. “Careful, she’s taken to biting things she likes.”
“Biting? Who, this cute little pup?” Shyarly cooed, gently ruffling Melody’s hair as she rubbed her face on the tail. Clearly trying to refrain from biting—an impulse Arlong had reluctantly started to curb once he realized she was still fully capable of puncturing his skin despite her mixed heritage. She opened her mouth wide and froze, pulling back to bite her hand instead with a frustrated grunt. “Haven’t you gotten this poor pup a teething ring, Arlong? She’s part shark, isn’t she? I had the same problem as a pup. She’ll grow out of it.”
Arlong flushed, shrugging his shoulders a bit helplessly. He had, in fact, gotten her many teething rings. Most were demolished quickly, though the Adam wood ones lasted the longest. Metal was just not good for her teeth.
“We’re not sure what kind of mix she has, honestly.” Jinbe admitted with a shrug. “But we do know she’s half human.” At that Shyarly looked surprised, glancing at Arlong like she expected him to deny it.
He couldn’t really blame her? His attitude about humans was hardly a secret.
Arlong leaned over and gently took Melody’s hand from her mouth. Wiping it with a napkin to see if she’d hurt herself. Melody was rather good about not breaking skin once they started training her to be more aware of her bite strength. Pleased to see now damage, just a slightly damp fist, Arlong kissed her cheek again.
“She’s my daughter. Nothing else matters.” Arlong explained quietly with a huff. “Maybe not by blood, but she’s no less mine.”
Shyarly still looked surprised, but there was an undeniable look of pride in her eyes.
“Well then, I guess that’s that!” Shyarly declared with a smile before turning to Melody who was still gently stroking the curve of her fin. “Hey, sweetie. Do you know who I am?” Melody paused, looking up at her.
“…No? B-But you have a pretty tail! I can say that, right dah?” Melody asked. Arlong chuckled and nodded.
Shyarly laughed, tapping Melody’s nose to regain her attention.
“I’m your auntie! Arlong’s my older brother—you can just call me Auntie Shar.” Melody gasped.
“I have a pretty auntie, Auntie Shar!” Melody declared, much to Shyarly’s delight.
“And I have a cute little niece! You have such precious eyes!” Shyarly cooed.
“I’m taking her for her first swim later this evening. Would you like to join us?” Arlong asked. Shyarly’s reaction was instant.
“Oh! Her first swim! Oh, little pup, you’re going to go swimming today? I’d love to come!” Shyarly agreed. “The little grotto by the bay, right? Where we used to swim when I was almost as small as she is?” Arlong nodded with a fond smile.
Arlong hadn’t been there for Shyarly’s first swim, but he often took her to a small, secluded area to make sure her tail didn’t grow weak from lack of use. ‘Walking’ with a bubble ring was convenient on land and less abrasive for mermaid tails, but the movements were different from swimming. Trying to walk with their tails was difficult and the end result ridiculous for all parties. Mermaids that never swam often had problems with their tails later in life, usually weakness or becoming bent in painful shapes. The pressure from their weight and the streets wearing down on their scales, muscles, and bones.
Of course she’d remember where it was without him saying it.
First swims were a more private, family-oriented affair. Sometimes frightening and undeniably a vulnerable moment for guppies and pups. And, traditionally, done in the shallow reefs. It just wasn’t the same doing it in a tub or pool, which was considered bad luck. Often being taken as a sign that the family was preparing their children to live far away from the sea—something that usually only occurs if they’re sold into slavery.
So yeah.
Arlong was taking his daughter on her first swim to the sea. Where she’ll learn what freedom, true freedom, feels like. Not the wind on an open deck or a port town.
Just the endless blue sea that she can explore at her leisure—when she grows up of course.
They ordered their food and left Shyarly to tend to her other customers. Arlong keeping an eye out for her while helping Melody eat.
Predictably, both Kagiri and Shyarly each received a picture of themselves lovingly rendered in messy crayon with an abundance of lopsided hearts. They were delivered with hopeful eyes and a hug that couldn’t be denied, even if they wanted to—which they naturally did not.
#one piece#a lone melody#platonic yandere#one piece oc#one piece arlong#one piece jinbe#one piece shyarly
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Chapter 7 - You, Me, And The Cobwebs
“Ooh, Bill! Want me to buy you a pretzel?” Pina taunts, pointing towards a glass case with a lone pastry inside of it. “I love spoiling my dates. Only thirty-four years old; nice and fresh~”
Bill looks at the case, and immediately suppresses a gag. “Dude, ew!”
The single abandoned treat, despite its age, is still in its classic knotted shape, albeit covered in green and gray mold. It hangs on the rusted metal hook just as it did when the mall was in its heyday, under a broken light bulb that once glowed and kept it warm.
After the gross joke takes some time to settle, Pina can also feel himself getting a little queasy looking at the inedible food. “...For real, I don’t know what’s nastier. The fact that it’s older than both of us, or the fact that it’s still identifiable as a pretzel.”
“Yes.”
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Hey! I was wondering if I could get a fluff matchup for demon slayer and/or bungou stray dogs!
My name is Rose, I’m 5’6, with tan skin and half blonde half auburn hair. I’m also a Capricorn and ENFJ personality type. I’m a very spiritual person and love to connect with others and nature. Some of my hobbies include reading, writing music, playing violin and guitar, swimming, and traveling! I also loveeee animals and the ocean. I’m studying to work in marine wildlife rehab, but I also love avians. (I nurse sick and injured birds! This year alone I’ve released five birds, and currently have two robins in my care named porky and stinky!) I work as a waitress and part time at a vet clinic. Oh, and my favorite colors are pink and green! 🙃
(I have never seen bungou stray dogs, so I will give you two Demon Slayer matchups instead!!!) I think you and me would get along very well!! (Laughs in spiritualism and crystal debt) I also picked both a male and female because I didn't want to assume your sexuality! I wrote it very fluffy so you can pick one or the other or both!!
I match you up with Mitsuri and Obanai!!!
I just KNOW You and Mitsuri met because you both tried to save the same bird!!!
We will say that this is in the future when they are reincarnated together, and own their little food stall/bakery place!!
~Mitsuri and you locked eyes as you both hovered over a dove, the poor thing having been hit by a stray car driving past.
~You both got distracted by each other, until the bird tweeted and reminded you of its distress
~Misturi squealed and scooped the bird up, begging asking you to follow her
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"Kyaaaa!!!! Obanai!!! Quick get a box!!!" She squealed, dragging you behind her with an unforeseen strength. Obanai glanced between you, the dove, and Mitsuri before groaning and grabbing and empty box from the back, lining it with some paper towels. He gave you a glare when he thought you stood to close to his wife.
"And just who are you?" He asked, crossing his arms and leering towards you.
"Oh, I'm Y/N! Sorry, her and I both found the bird at the same time." You said, introducing yourself with a smile. Obanai looked you up and down, making you blush a little under his gaze. Finally he rolled his eyes and stepped next to you, so you were squeezed in between the two very attractive shop owners. You tried to ignore them and gently reached forward to assess the dove. Nothing seemed broken, but the poor thing was definitely banged around and a little dazed. Mitsuri let out a displeased whine, before she abruptly hugged both you and Obanai.
"Uwwaaaaaaaa!!!!!! Obanaiiiiii, Y/NNNNN!!!!!! This poor bird is going to die!!!!!" She said, crying into your shoulders. You glanced over at Obanai, who shrugged at you and gently began to pet his wife's hair.
"There there, Mitsuri, cycle of life and de-"
"Oh, no, I can take it with me!!" You quickly said, smiling brightly. "I work at a vet clinic, and I nurse injured birds back to health!! I'll gladly take the little guy with me!!"
Mitsuri starts crying tears of joy and hugs you again, nearly squeezing you to death. Obanai groans, but thanks you for making his wife happy.
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~Thus your adventures with them begin!!!!
~You take the dove home, naming him Dumptruck after the vehicle that hit him. (And because of his cute and fluffy butt)
~You give Mitsuri and Obanai your address, and they visit often to see his progress!!! You three start getting closer this way, And eventually become good friends!!
~Mitsuri spoils you with mochi and cakes, Obanai chastises her for trying to give you diabetes.
~You and Obanai take a lot of walks in nature together!! He really likes it when you teach him how to ground himself and meditate. (I hc that he is autistic and Mitsuri is ADHD, so Obanai loves the chance to teach himself how to deal with overstimulation)
~Eventually, your apartment comes down with a batch of black mold in its complex, so Obanai and Mitsuri just allow you to move in with them!!!
~Baked goods all the time from Mitsuri
~Dumptruck makes a full recovery!!! You three release him back into the world and you realize you may be falling for one/both of them
~(I didn't see your romantic preference anywhere, so thats why I picked a boy and a girl! If you are straight, then the relationship is you x Obanai x Mitsuri, or if you are only into girls then its you x Mitsuri x Obanai. Or, if you like both, that its you x Obanai AND Mitsuri! I wrote it a little more vague so you could imagine it any way that you liked!!!)
~In short, no matter how your relationship works with them, you are loved fully and wholeheartedly! The love that you adore nature and are always getting you plants or bringing you back rocks they find pretty from walks.
~Obanai melts whenever you play the violin, he loves it!!!
~When Obanai rescues his new pet snake from an unethical breeder, you and Mitsuri constantly make them matching paper hats and make them take pictures together.
~Cuddles with them are amazing. Mitsuri is always the big spoon, no exceptions. You and Obanai switch being the middle/little spoon. Somtimes you and Obanai will get pulled into Mitsuri's chest and you just kinda....give up and lay there.(Worlds comfiest pillow)
~Kisses with either are sweet and tiny, nothing super heated because either Mitsuri gets flustered and squeals uncontrollably or Obanai actually gets the giggles and can't stop smiling.
~omg dates with either of them are always well thought out and planed, I mean in the sense that they always take your every like and dislike into consideration. Mitsuri favors foodie/picnic dates and Obanai favors nature walks and double/group dates with others!
~And yes, you all constantly are taking in birds that need rehabilitated.
AHHHH I'm sorry this took so long i've been working doubles for the past week!! I hope you like!!!!!
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for a moment (it feels like heaven)
Fandom: Wayfarer
Pairing: (pre-relationship) Zayah Medrash/Aeran Kellis
Rating: G
Words: 1410
(read on AO3)
It’s raining again.
Edgewater’s dilapidated buildings take on a pallid grey hue, the dull pewter of the heavy rainclouds reflected in the myriad puddles dotting the steet. Zayah’s long given up on any attempt to keep dry - she keeps her head bowed as she strides purposefully towards the ramshackle apartment she and Aeran call home.
The sight of Mulch Lane has her sighing with too many emotions, disappointment and relief at the forefront. It deepens her sense of failure, highlights the many ways her life has declined over the years. Ever since the Spire… don’t think about that, she chastises herself as she carefully picks her way up the wet and slippery stairs. There’s no point in dredging up old, painful memories. Exhaling in a huff, she manages to balance the worn wicker basket against her hip as she opens the door.
The air inside is stale and smells of mold. In this weather, the damp rot is more pronounced, near-cloying even with the window open. Zayah wrinkles her nose, sets the basket on the ground, and gets to work building a small fire in the chipped, stained brick hearth.
It takes a few tries, but soon an orange glow half-heartedly fills the fireplace. She takes a moment to observe the flicker and sway of the flames. It’s a simple kind of pleasure to watch them and let the rabid, frenzied thoughts drift away from her, the troubles of being penniless and in the web of a powerful, dangerous man momentarily forgotten.
Aeran is out somewhere, still searching for clues. Usually they’d stand in the line to the soup kitchen, but not today. Today, they’ll eat well - she’ll make sure of it. Humming to herself, she pulls out the two cod she caught with her shabby fishing pole. Standing on the pier had gotten her some strange looks, but she’s a wayfarer - strange looks are all she knows.
She scales and debones the fish with ease, a fond smile on her lips as she thinks of Hymah. The family chef had taught her a great deal about cooking, lessons that Zayah uses to this day. Of all of those who inhabited the Medrash villa, Hymah had been the wisest - she had foreseen a rough path for the family’s unwanted magianis daughter and had tried to prepare Zayah accordingly.
There will be a day, Hymah’s words play in her mind, when you will not have access to the luxuries you are granted now, Zayah. When that day comes, knowing how to cook using the barest scraps will be the difference between life and death. Now come and tell me which of these onions are truly spoiled.
A chuckle breaks free at the memory, as she trims away the bruised and discolored bits from the assortment of vegetables she’d been able to salvage from the market. In Rona, where every third person went hungry, even spoiled food has value. It had taken every last bit of her charm and persuasion (and even some flirting, which had amused and flustered Aeran) to get some of the vendors to set aside some of their damaged produce for her.
Onion, chopped. Garlic, minced. (She may have snagged some when the vendor wasn’t looking - she’ll find a way to make it up to them later). Four maybe-too-green potatoes, three squishy, overripe tomatoes, zucchini and bell pepper that have seen better days. Ale from the Slippery Weasel… and she also nicked some spices from the cook there, dill and thyme and peppercorns and four precious, precious bay leaves (he wasn’t using them properly had been her defense when Aeran gave her his disapproving look).
She hangs the pot over the campfire, a dented, blackened thing that Thelkar had (reluctantly) donated, adds the last of the oil she’d bought from Emari.
The onions sizzle in the heat, their scent driving away that of the decaying wood. The garlic adds to the aroma. In go the vegetables, and as she stirs them about the tomatoes release their juices. She adds the herbs, debating over whether or not to break the bay leaf in half before she shrugs and tosses the whole thing in. Finally, the fish, ale, and a generous mug of water, some cracked pepper and salt to taste, before she covers the pot and lets it simmer.
A heavy tread outside tells her Aeran has returned. He gingerly opens the door, the curly mop of his hair plastered to his scalp, a frustrated twist to his features.
“Any luck?” she asks as he steps in.
“No,” he shakes his head like a wet dog, droplets of water flying everywhere. “Had to pay Yarrow a crown to get her to keep an ear out.” He gives the air an experimental sniff. “Something smells good.”
“I got lucky,” Zayah points at his muddy boots and frowns. Aeran obediently takes them off and leaves them near the door. “Caught two cod off the docks. There’s fish stew in the pot.”
“Then it’s a good thing I have this,” Aeran grins, and digs through his pack, triumphantly pulling out something wrapped in wax paper.
“What is that?”
“My share of dinner,” he’s still grinning, the corners of his eyes crinkled up in genuine delight. His damp curls form pretty ringlets, and she has the momentary urge to curl a finger around one and give it the gentlest of tugs. He’s so pleased with himself, so happy about whatever it is he’s holding, that she wants, desperately so, to go to him and kiss his cheek. “I got some bread!”
She gasps theatrically. “Fresh bread?” Her smile threatens to take over her face.
“Fresh bread,” he confirms, unwrapping the loaf and displaying it as though it were a sacred trophy.
“How did you manage that?”
He winks at her. Her cheeks heat up, and she prays he doesn’t see the flush tipping her ears. “That’s my secret, Zee.”
“Go on, dry yourself off and then we can eat.”
Aeran nods, and starts to pull off his armor. She keeps her back turned to him to offer him a semblance of privacy, though it’s more for her sake than his. She’s seen him without clothes plenty of times - hell, they’ve seen each other naked - but she knows if she peeks, there’s a good chance she might be able to stop herself from staring. He’s your friend, give him some respect, dammit.
It’s easier said than done, though. Especially when she has those ribbons of want and desire curled around her heart.
He comes to sit by her side, hair freshly toweled, wearing a dry tunic that reveals those muscular arms. He’s so close to her, and he smells faintly of sweat and the scent she associates as Aeran; his arm presses up against hers and their knees bump in the space that forms their little bubble. He rolls his shoulders with a groan, the action drawing attention to his tattoos. Zayah smiles at the sight of that familiar pattern, those three lines that are also part of hers. “Is it done yet? I’m starving.”
“Yeah, I think so,” she lifts it from the hook and places it on the floor. When she opens the lid, fragrant steam pours out like a roiling fog, filling their tiny apartment with a cozy ambiance.
Aeran tears the loaf, and hands one half to her. Without further ado, he dunks the soft, sweet, yeasty bread into the stew and bites into it, his eyes fluttering closed as he savors the flavor. “This is so good, Zee. You’re a genius.”
She laughs. “You’re easily impressed,” she retorts, dipping her own piece of bread to sample her cooking. It’s nowhere close to Hymah’s cooking, but that’s okay. It tastes of comfort and offers satisfaction and satiation. It is warm food, good food, and she made it for them, and they’re eating it together, and there is contentment in the act of sharing.
The rest of the meal is enjoyed in affectionate camaraderie, filled with fond teasing and warm memories. The storm worsens outside, rolls of thunder accompanying the heavy, pelting rain. Somewhere out there is a Count searching for a chalice and a contract that needs to be fulfilled. The world, cold and callous, will always be waiting to tear them down. Here, however, in this moment, nothing matters more to Zayah than the taste of fresh-baked bread and food made with care, shared with the man she loves.
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it looks like JOSEPHINE TYRELL , the PRINCESS of HIGHGARDEN is prepared to play the game of thrones. you know , their HIGH - SPIRITED & CULTIVATED side might help them along the way, but their OVER - INDULGENT & FANCIFUL qualities won’t do them any favours. a little bird told me that they’re currently FOR the tyrell rule and that their loyalties lie with HOUSE TYRELL. hm, interesting. that same little birdy also told tales of a brush delicately coloring an otherwise dull parchment; "what is lineage, if not a gold thread of pride and guilt?"; always stretching in the direction of the sun. will they win , or will they die ?
— STATISTICS
full name : josephine aurelia tyrell.
alias / nickname : jo, lia. prefers to be referred by posey.
age & date of birth : eight and twenty; 372 a. c.
place of birth : highgarden, the reach.
gender and pronouns : demiwoman and she / they.
orientation : bisexual biromantic.
title / occupation : princess of highgarden and of westeros. aspirant artist and illuminator.
father : addam tyrell.
mother : leona tyrell, née redwyne.
siblings : willas ( older ), cassian ( older twin ), rhaella ( younger ).
relationship status : unfortunately betrothed to the lord heir of casterly rock, maxim lannister.
faceclaim : alicia von rittberg.
height : 158 cm / 5′2.
hair : long auburn hair; it curls on the top of her head, with baby hairs framing her face, and has further curled due to extensive plaiting.
eye : hazel ( blue - green ).
scars : a few nicks and blisters on her hands for dealing with gardens, drawing and needlepoint; some blisters on her feet due to tight shoes.
physical afflictions : asthma, iron deficiency, insomnia, mild anxiety, possibly adhd.
positive : warm, generous, eloquent, artistic, zestful.
negative : non - commital, self - willing, egocentric, dramatic, spoiled.
inspirations : elizabeth of york ( history ), mary tudor, queen of france ( history ), bianca de medici ( history + medici ), sisi ( history + several tv adaptations ), edwina ( bridgerton books and tv adaptation ), lucrezia borgia ( borgia + history ).
— BACKGROUND
the oldest daughter, but second youngest child, following a twin brother, josephine was born tip toeing between fortunate and unfortunate. yes, she was a daughter of highgarden, the most illustrious and royal house of westeros, but she had also been born a weakling thing, too small and prone to a coughing that would raise concerns of all who cared for her. from this infancy, josephine would become accustomed to the fussing of nursemaids and maesters who would tend to her every step.
like a rose grown in a glass house, josephine was nurtured under close watch and a tight regime. fearing she would wilt, the sect of healers would follow her throughout her life, poking and probing and assuring she was of good health and good disposition — the later was not always an easy feat when she was sequestered within the gilded walls of highgarden, but she learned to and was encouraged to distract herself, even if in distance of the boisterous enjoyment of the other children of the palace.
with so much free time, they molded a varied palate of pastimes, from languages to music, learning to both write and speak a few tongues, and both play and write some instruments. their real talent and merriment, however, would come from the arts. instructed by the hand and mastery of a senior scholar, josephine was taught how to sketch, then draw, then paint — it mattered not the subject, nor the canvas ( even if not on paper ) nor its purpose ( if but a playful doodle to distract a child or an unassuming architectural project for a forgotten wing of the palace ); as long as they could put thought to paper, they were content.
despite enjoying their gilded cage ( and there could be no denying she did enjoy all sorts of glittery things ), josephine did attempt, now and then, to become more of their own person. they begin to pick their own food ( too much green and too many sweets ), their own taste of fashion, of music and literature — and even their own name; though josephine was just fine, and would still always remain their official, princess-y name, all that she comes across, noble born or not, are instructed to refer to her as posey, something they thought befitting of them in every way. they also began to extend her walks, and to visit oldtown herself and to take her sister’s lessons of dancing, which had been denied to her before due to her conditions. though she did become tired faster than her peers still, she did not rest, and would soon be known for her graceful and enthusiastic manner.
by the time her brother ascended, officially, as king, posey knew the way to enjoy their life — oft early risings and always late nights, they enjoyed being one of the very last to retire, tied to a cards table or engrossed on a sketch by the moonlight. they become an avid patron of novices and masters at oldtown, funding their artistic and medic findings, even gaining the possibility to illustrate a couple of her endorser’s books herself. she is comfortable, content, spoiled — and too stubborn to move out of this comfort as well, happier to be by highgarden than to have to change her whole world for the sake of a spouse. her family is patient with her, this can not be denied, indulging her denials of engagements even without reason, for her whims seem to be enough so.
the betrothal with the lannister has displeased and soured her considerably. convinced they would be able to escape it — as she had before — they were disappointed to be lectured and dissuaded; they ended up acquiencing, if only for the sake of their brother and family.
still, the approaching festivities for her wedding ( what a weird thing to even imagine for herself ) makes them anxious, as they can not imagine themselves away from highgarden, nor do they find themselves fitting for such an important role. yes, she may have been bred and raised for it, but it did not mean posey cared for ruling or the machinations of court, or anything but courtly enjoyment and gossiping here and there. but then, he is a lannister — she will be comfortable, won’t she ? there’s nothing else to cling to. at least she has stopped wearing a dramatic cut of mourning for her own self, now that the guests have begun arriving.
— TIDBITS
despite not inclined to phisical activities of the outdoors ( as she doesn’t have costume nor the physical ability and gets tired earlyish ), posey adores to be outside, and often is found doing what she can outside, either that be with her needlepoint hoops or sketchbooks or simply hand in hand with her maids.
posey adores animals, but mostly those of small port / pets; they have at least two lapdogs and one cat ( besides the strays they would beg for their maesters to tend to ), and has been known to always bug the staff to keep bird feeders and bowls of food filled for special visitors.
despite their love for luxury, they are not very extravagant dressers, nor are them too bold. they do enjoy rich fabrics and intricate details ( has done the embroidery of some of her gowns and acessories, and enjoys wearing her sister’s handmade too ), but the cut is modest enough. she does like acessories and jewerly and often has her hair done well, often with ribbons, flowers or jewerly.
they can play the harp, the hapsichord and the lute; also the flute, though rather badly.
quite terrible at sleeping or just staying still. pretty much relies of any form of caffeine found on westeros at the moment.
loves children. is terrified of having one of their own ( has been condicioned to believe they would die from the labor ), but loves and is loved by them. in an ideal world, they could be a good teacher.
if her family have their oppositors, the same can not be stretched to posey. yes, there are probably many people who believe them to be entitled, spoiled or even an unworthy brat, but posey, usually, does not pay much mind to it and is content to be farly adored by the smallfolk and the staff, to whom she is generally generous and kind towards.
despite their undeniable shelter-ness, posey has set to explore the reach over the past decade, and has also traveled to dorne a few times, alongside their twin. during one of the trips to the arbor, they met a certain harrion pyke and, under the anonymity of an alias and the mask of a maester - in - training, they started a relationship with the ironborn; it would spam throughout a year, with infrequent meetings at the shores of blackcrown; it was terminated by necessity and practicality, as they assumed he was dead upon no returnal, and they were beckoned to prepare to their own nuptials. unbeknownst to them, harrion is actually quellon greyjoy, the youngest son of house greyjoy, and is very much alive.
#crowns.intro#sickness tw#possibly subjected to some tweaks after plotting with the other tyrells !#sorry for this bible omg#posting this... way too quick bc im running out rn but :sob:
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Hello and happy Friday! For DADWC, perhaps "Secrets beneath floorboards, memories in the walls," if that strikes your fancy?
Absolutely! I haven’t written him or the rest of the family in a while, but I think I’ll write some contemplative Maxwell Trevelyan for @dadrunkwriting ! (Yes this is the saga of Henrietta, someday I’m finishing this fic I swear).
House Trevelyan was built on secrets. There were secrets under every floorboard and memories soaked in every wall. All noble houses were like that, no matter the nation, and Maxwell Trevelyan was molded by duty and secrets. Modest in Temper, Bold in Deed, full of secrets to be taken to the grave.
At least, there would still be secrets if his daughter wasn’t such a determined, fiery, independent girl- so much like her mother that Maxwell struggled to see himself in his own child, save for her height and adoration of horses. Had he not been the same, before he took his duties as heir seriously, before he had an entire brood of younger brothers to follow his lead, before he had a sister-
A sister. One of those other family secrets Henrietta rooted out while wandering through the family portrait gallery. Then she was tripping through the genealogy records, pestering everyone she met until she dragged the story of the youngest Trevelyan child out into the light-
Maxwell hadn’t forgiven his brothers for the parts they played in that fiasco. The discovery of a secret aunt fascinated his daughter. She peppered him with questions regularly: what was she like? What were Aunt Evelyn’s favorite foods? Her favorite color? Did she like animals? Horses? I bet she liked horses. Maxwell knew his answers were terribly brief and disappointing: quiet. She liked sweets. Pink, I think. Yes, but she was too small to ride the horses. She had a pony, before- and he stopped there, secrets clamping down on his windpipe until he choked. Before The Incident, before the fire in his father’s study. He was away at school in Val Royeux at the time, only to return a month later on break to find his sister gone and his family stone-faced.
She is a Mage, he was told. What else is to be done? Forget about her if you can, but you must hold your tongue and bury her in your heart. She’s another secret for House Trevelyan now. She is lost.
This explanation did not sit well with Henrietta when he gave it to her. So what, she shouted over breakfast, cutlery shaking as she slammed her hands on the table. She’s my aunt! I want to write to her! And no matter what Maxwell said, no matter how he pleaded, no matter what he ordered, Henrietta was as she ever was: fiercely independent and tenacious, clever when she put her mind to it.
Headstrong and willful, his father would sigh, disapproval etched into the furrow between his thick dark brows. Wild and spoiled, his mother would exclaim as she shook her head, emeralds glittering at her throat like the eyes of a particularly snobby cat. Unrefined, his grandmother would placidly remark over a glass of wine, but not incorrigible.
Henrietta is a delightful breath of fresh air, his sister wrote to him in her short missive inviting him to Skyhold to retrieve his wayward child, who ran off from finishing school to visit a beloved aunt she never met. His sister! By Andraste, he and Emily boarded a ship the very day they received the message that Henrietta was at Skyhold. Healthy, hale, and safe, his sister assured him, but Maxwell could not, would not rest until he saw his daughter with his own eyes.
Which he had. And now she was perched on the emerald green loveseat across from his armchair in the Inquisitor’s private quarters. Her mouth was set in a grim, determined line, her bright red hair (just like Emily’s) pulled back into a loose tail. She looked healthy, a little pink in the cheeks from the cold and the wind, but well enough and comfortable in wool tunic and leggings. She had a bit of straw caught up her her hair. Horses, once again. Always with the horses.
“Scold me all you like, father. You can lock me up in the dungeons or in a tower or ban me from riding or sailing or make me sew samplers until my hair turns white, but you mustn’t blame Aunt Evelyn for this! I never told her I was coming to visit. I arrived quite unexpectedly,” Henrietta insisted in a rush, breaking the frigid silence. Maxwell bit his tongue as Emily lay a hand on his forearm. Peace, Maxwell, the gesture said. Modest temper. Sit back and think!
His first thought was anger. How dare the Inquisitor worm her way into his daughter’s generous and kind heart, use her to draw him across the sea to pay court? A brilliant strategy, and the Inquisitor had a tactical mind. Their encounter in Skyhold’s courtyard had been brief. Proper, a Chantry leader greeting a noble and acting head of an influential family. Just another pawn in the Great Game- show that family ties are mended, gain a little more influence in the Free Marches as a result. Maxwell was entitled to his suspicions, to his anger.
But Emily’s hand on his forearm, the reminder to control the rage and see beyond the first glance, cooled his temper. For all the proper protocol and addresses, Maxwell felt the Inquisitor’s hand shake when he took it. Her voice was brassy and bold, nothing like the high, musical laughter he remembered, yet there was a hesitant tremble when she lowered her voice to speak with them privately. She looked... remarkably like their mother, save for the eyebrows and eyes. Their father’s features lay there, but somehow the thick brows that were forever unruly on Maxwell’s face was fierce and elegant on the Inquisitor’s. And then... then his sister carefully positioned herself (short, so short, their mother’s height, maybe a bit taller) between him and his daughter as they walked back into the fortress. A wall to keep him away. A shield to protect his child.
“Henrietta is a delightful breath of fresh air,” the Inquisitor wrote. “Her visit has been a most welcome one, no matter how unintentional it may have been. While I treasure the opportunity to know my niece, she must be grievously missed back in Ostwick. I am happy to provide an escort for her safe journey back to the house, or to host you in Skyhold. I await your response, good ser.
Warm Regards,
Inquisitor Evelyn Adelaide Trevelyan
Postscript- I bear the full blame for Henrietta’s misadventure. In my efforts to soothe your daughter’s worries over my own safety, I ended up minimizing the dangers of Skyhold and the wild. It was foolishness on my part, Ser, not your daughter’s. I will not ask you to forgive a woman grown who ought to have known better, but I beg you forgive your child who adores you.”
What was he supposed to do about a woman who so obviously loved his daughter, so much so that she would throw herself headlong into the path of his fury just to keep Henrietta safe? His sister. His sister!
“We will discuss punishments another time,” Maxwell said instead. His daughter was safe. For now that was what was most important. And the matter of his sister... his sister. Maker’s Breath, she had grown so much! She was nothing at all like the wild child who flung herself off a wall to tackle the older Vael boys who were picking on their littlest brother, screeching the family motto at the top of her little lungs. She was nothing like the ragamuffin who was dragged back to the house by an exasperated nanny, covered in mud and clutching weeds in her chubby fist. There was nothing familiar there, and yet... and yet...
“I’ve a mind to lock you up in a tower with a thousand sewing samplers myself, girl, but your father had the right of it,” Emily sighed. “Henrietta, darling, what were you thinking?”
“I didn’t mean to!” Henrietta burst out, face growing red to match her hair, and Maxwell’s heart clinched in his chest as fat tears rolled down his daughter’s round cheeks. “I- I wanted answers! That’s all I wanted! Of course I went to Aunt Evelyn! She listens! If it were up to you you’d lock me up and never listen to what I have to say while you keep everything a horrible secret!”
“Henrietta-“
“Dearest-“
“My darling niece,” his sister sighed as she finally appeared in the doorway, a tea tray clutched in her hands. Blunt, short nails, calloused fingers. Not an elegant lady’s hand at all. A little... a little like his. Practical. He watched as his sister crossed the room, set the tray down on the table before them, and sat to his daughter’s right.
“I’m afraid we’ve all had a part to play in this mess, though I will shoulder the blame for this misadventure,” the Inquisitor- no, his sister- said, composed. Maxwell noted that, even when her voice was firm and her face a mask of politeness, his sister’s hands trembled ever so slightly on her lap. As if she was aware of his eyes on her, she fussed over the tea set, rearranging the cups and saucers as she waited for the tea to steep. Nervous. She was nervous and trying to hide it, and that familiar twist of anger and pain stabbed him in the gut. His sister was nervous in front of him, afraid of his response and trying to hide it. Secrets again, more and more secrets creeping out of the shadows to strangle them all.
No more. “We all had our part to play,” Maxwell said, clearing his throat. “The only way we can resolve this is to lay our cards on the table. No more secrets... Evelyn.” His sister’s head whipped up, brown eyes wide with surprise- eyes so like his daughter’s. Eyes so like his own, and Maxwell saw both the little sister who was so small he was afraid to pick her up and the woman she grew into.
His sister. His sister! No more secrets. Even if he had to tear House Trevelyan down to its foundations, there would be no more secrets.
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❝i'm sorry people are so jealous of me, but i can't help it that i'm popular.❞
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: gretchen carmelita wieners
ꜰᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: christina nadin
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ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ: becoming irrelevant, losing her connections & lifestyle
ʙʀɪᴇꜰ ʙɪᴏ: glitz, glamour, the limelight.. gretchen wieners loved and thrived in it all. her childhood was a happy one, she'd gone to more places than the average person would go in a lifetime by the time she was 8 years old and had all the best her parents could offer. this lead to her becoming quite the spoiled girl, but that didn't mean she lacked in friends-- she didn't care most people were friends with her for popularity's sake, the more well known she was the better after all. high school was a breeze, she and her two best friends, regina and karen, remained at the top of the food chain. she may not have been the leader, but she was often pulling the strings behind the scenes, making sure things always worked out in regina's favor; if there was something that needed to be done, gretchen would make sure it was, whether or not it was her doing the work ( which most of the time, she wasn't.. she'd often rope others into the grunt work ) but high school didn't last forever and she was forced to go out into the real world. college wasn't in the cards for her, that much she knew, she wanted to go straight into working in the industry and that's exactly what she got. it was no surprise to anyone that the job her dad got her was that of being a personal assistant to one of her favorite actresses. news of how good she was spread and before she knew it, she was booked and busy, although a little stressed, which comes with the nature of the business. when she was approached by madison montgomery's management team, she couldn't help but say yes, everyone knew how infamous the former teen star was, but if there was one thing gretchen loved, it was a big comeback.
ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: gretchen wieners knows what she wants and she's not afraid to do what it takes to get it. stuck up and more than a bit prissy, she fits perfectly into the stereotypical southern california mold, but don't let her valley girl persona fool you, she's not a total airhead-- at least not so much as an adult. when it comes to her work, she does her damn best, but outside of that, she loves to cut loose, and especially gossip. she knows everything about everyone, the proud keeper of secrets. don't worry, she'll keep her mouth shut..maybe.
#i love my baby & i'm so stoked to bring her to this group verse ;-;#pls i've had so much kate & april & gretchen brainrot#gv black hills#— ❛❛ // GRETCHEN WIENERS ¦ i can't help it that i'm popular ・ 「 verse: black hills ! 」
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The foundation of a healthy diet is a diet rich in fresh fruits and vegetables. But it can be hard to get enough without going over budget. The following are a couple of tips to assist you with getting it going.
Numerous stores and enormous box stores sell bundles of produce, for example, huge sacks of potatoes or onions or clamshells of salad greens. Purchase just what you want. You will avoid food spoilage and save money.
As well as abstaining from over-purchasing, make certain to look at costs when you shop and consider whether canned or frozen fruits and vegetables may be a superior choice for your requirements.
Look for options with low sodium or no added salt when comparing the sodium (salt) content of canned and fresh versions of the same fruit or vegetable. Reduce your salt intake and blood pressure with this assistance.
Buying Unripe Produce.
Most business ranches pick products off the soil a long time before they're ready. This permits them to be conveyed to stores at the pinnacle of newness. Sadly, this can also mean that the produce will spoil faster.
Many individuals wind up tossing out foods grown from the ground that they purchase yet never eat. This is regrettable because fruits and vegetables contain numerous beneficial nutrients.
The issue is that a lot of foods grown from the ground are a piece hard to tell when they're ready, particularly even if you're shopping on the web. Fortunately, there are a few ways to avoid purchasing unripe vegetables or fruits online.
Prepackaged options are preferable to loose produce. An organic product that has been prepackaged will in general bang around together more, which causes swelling. Moreover, a great deal of prepackaged organic products are made with plastic, which adds to the worldwide pandemic of single-use contamination. Instead, choose produce from open bins to get the best prices on a wide range of vegetables and fruits.
Buying Too Many Varieties.
When purchasing vegetables, it can be tempting to purchase a wide range of colors and sizes. However, this might not be a good idea at all. At the point when you purchase an excessive number of assortments, the product is bound to turn sour before it is eaten.
Additionally, it might not be as fresh as you would like. The most ideal way to keep away from this issue is to just purchase what you want. This is especially true when purchasing fruits and vegetables online, where the product is examined before delivery.
Finally, consistently purchase occasional products of the soil. They are normally riper, fresher, and tastier than unavailable organic products. Additionally, if they are grown locally, they were most likely harvested at their peak. This is in contrast to produce that is not in season, which is frequently shipped from a faraway location and harvested before it has a chance to ripen.
Purchasing Vegetables in Large Quantities.
While it's enticing to purchase a major box of vegetables on the web, this can be hazardous. Many individuals wind up squandering produce since they purchase excessively and don't eat everything before it ruins. Since you'll be paying for vegetables you don't need, this could also be a waste of money.
A vegetable or fruit is not ripe if it does not have an odor. This indicates that it was chosen before it was ready and may even have outlived its usefulness. This can prompt dull or upsetting-tasting foods grown from the ground.
Make sure to buy your produce from a store with a good reputation and a lot of experience to avoid these common mistakes. You can also try comparing prices and quality by going to your neighborhood farmer's market or supermarket. Continuously make sure to clean the vegetables before you eat them and check for any indications of harm. To save money, you can also take advantage of special deals and discounts offered by grocery website websites.
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Eggplant is a versatile vegetable that can be used in a variety of dishes. It is a great source of vitamins and minerals, and can be cooked in a variety of ways. However, like any other food, eggplant can go bad if not stored properly. Knowing how to tell if eggplant is bad inside can help you avoid food poisoning and other health risks. In this article, we will discuss the signs of bad eggplant and how to tell if eggplant is bad inside.
How to Spot Signs of Spoiled Eggplant
Are you wondering if your eggplant has gone bad? Don't worry, it's easy to spot the signs of spoiled eggplant! Here are a few tips to help you determine if your eggplant is still good to eat.
First, take a look at the color of the eggplant. If it has turned brown or black, it's likely spoiled. The skin should be a deep purple color. If it's dull or discolored, it's probably not safe to eat.
Next, feel the eggplant. If it's soft or mushy, it's likely gone bad. Fresh eggplant should be firm to the touch. If it's squishy, it's probably not safe to eat.
Finally, take a sniff. If it has a sour or off smell, it's likely spoiled. Fresh eggplant should have a mild, earthy smell. If it smells bad, it's probably not safe to eat.
If you're still not sure, it's best to throw it out. Better safe than sorry!
Now that you know how to spot the signs of spoiled eggplant, you can enjoy your eggplant dishes with confidence!
How to Tell If Eggplant Has Gone Bad
If you're wondering if your eggplant has gone bad, don't worry! It's easy to tell if your eggplant has gone bad. Here are a few tips to help you out:
1. Check the color. Eggplant should be a deep purple color. If it's turning brown or yellow, it's probably past its prime.
2. Feel the texture. Eggplant should be firm and smooth. If it's soft or mushy, it's probably gone bad.
3. Smell it. Eggplant should have a mild, earthy smell. If it smells sour or off, it's probably gone bad.
4. Look for mold. If you see any mold on the eggplant, it's definitely gone bad and should be thrown away.
If your eggplant passes all these tests, it's probably still good to eat! Enjoy your eggplant dish!
How to Check Eggplant for Freshness
Checking eggplant for freshness is easy and fun! Here are some tips to help you determine if your eggplant is still good to eat:
1. Look at the color. Fresh eggplant should have a deep, glossy purple color. If it looks dull or has any brown spots, it’s probably past its prime.
2. Feel the skin. Fresh eggplant should have a firm, smooth skin. If it’s soft or wrinkled, it’s probably not fresh.
3. Check the stem. The stem should be green and firm. If it’s brown or wilted, the eggplant is past its prime.
4. Give it a sniff. Fresh eggplant should have a mild, earthy smell. If it smells sour or off, it’s probably not fresh.
By following these simple tips, you can easily check your eggplant for freshness and make sure you’re getting the best quality produce!
How to Identify Rotten Eggplant
If you're looking for the perfect eggplant for your next meal, you'll want to make sure it's fresh and delicious! Here are some tips to help you identify a rotten eggplant so you can make sure you get the best one for your dish.
First, look for any discoloration on the skin. If the eggplant has any brown or black spots, it's likely past its prime.
Next, give the eggplant a gentle squeeze. If it feels soft or mushy, it's probably not fresh.
Finally, take a sniff. If the eggplant has a sour or musty smell, it's definitely time to move on to the next one.
With these tips, you can easily identify a rotten eggplant and make sure you get the freshest one for your meal. Enjoy!
How to Tell If Eggplant Has Been Overripe
If you're wondering if your eggplant has been overripe, there are a few tell-tale signs to look out for!
First, take a look at the color. If the eggplant has turned from its usual deep purple to a brownish hue, it's likely been overripe.
Next, give it a gentle squeeze.
If the eggplant feels soft and mushy, it's definitely been overripe for too long.
Finally, take a whiff. If the eggplant has a sour smell, it's definitely past its prime.
If you've noticed any of these signs, it's best to discard the eggplant and get a fresh one. But don't worry - with these tips, you'll be able to tell if your eggplant has been overripe in no time!
How to Tell If Eggplant Has Been Refrigerated Too Long
If you're wondering if your eggplant has been in the refrigerator for too long, don't worry! There are a few easy ways to tell if your eggplant has gone bad.
First, take a look at the color. If the eggplant has turned brown or black, it's likely gone bad. If the eggplant is still purple, it's probably still good.
Next, feel the eggplant. If it's soft or mushy, it's likely gone bad. If it's still firm, it's probably still good.
Finally, smell the eggplant. If it has a sour or off smell, it's likely gone bad. If it still smells fresh, it's probably still good.
If you're still not sure, it's best to throw it out. Better safe than sorry!
Don't worry, though - with these tips, you'll be able to tell if your eggplant has been in the refrigerator for too long. Enjoy your eggplant!
How to Tell If Eggplant Has Been Left Out Too Long
If you're wondering if your eggplant has been left out too long, don't worry! There are a few simple ways to tell if your eggplant has gone bad.
First, take a look at the color. Eggplant should be a deep purple color, and if it has started to turn brown or gray, it's likely been left out too long.
Next, feel the eggplant. It should be firm and smooth, not soft or mushy. If it's too soft, it's likely been left out too long.
Finally, smell the eggplant. It should have a mild, earthy smell. If it has a sour or pungent smell, it's likely been left out too long.
If you've determined that your eggplant has been left out too long, don't worry! You can still use it in cooked dishes, like eggplant parmesan or ratatouille. Just make sure to discard any parts that are discolored or overly soft.
Happy cooking!
How to Tell If Eggplant Has Been Cooked Too Long
Cooking eggplant can be tricky, but it doesn't have to be! Here are some tips to help you tell if your eggplant has been cooked too long.
1. Check the texture. Eggplant should be tender and slightly firm when cooked. If it's too soft or mushy, it's been cooked too long.
2. Look at the color. Eggplant should be a deep, rich purple color when cooked. If it's turning brown or black, it's been cooked too long.
3. Taste it. Eggplant should have a mild, slightly sweet flavor when cooked. If it tastes bitter or sour, it's been cooked too long.
By following these simple tips, you can easily tell if your eggplant has been cooked too long. So don't be afraid to experiment with eggplant recipes - you'll be a pro in no time!
FAQs:
1. What color should the eggplant be?
The eggplant should be a deep, dark purple color.
2. What should the skin feel like?
The skin should be firm and glossy.
3. What should the stem look like?
The stem should be green and fresh-looking.
What should the flesh feel like?
The flesh should be firm and not mushy.
5. What should the flesh look like?
The flesh should be a bright, vibrant purple color.
6. What should the smell be like?
The eggplant should have a mild, earthy smell.
7. What should the seeds look like?
The seeds should be small and white.
8. What should you do if the eggplant is bad inside?
If the eggplant is bad inside, it should be discarded immediately.
Conclusion
In conclusion, it is important to know how to tell if eggplant is bad inside. By looking for signs of discoloration, softness, and a sour smell, you can determine if the eggplant is still safe to eat. If any of these signs are present, it is best to discard the eggplant and purchase a fresh one.
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Boba Tea - Level up Your Tea Experience with TEAHEE
Boba is well-liked. These tapioca beads are manufactured with tapioca or cassava flour (so they are gluten-free), and they are then molded into little spheres, hence the name "Boba," which also alludes to the Boba Tea beverage. The size of the pearls that wind up in your beverage might vary, but they are often served with such a stick that has an aperture large enough to swallow them all. The beverage was created in Taiwan in the 1980s and finally arrived in the United States in the 1990s. From that point on, it has steadily gained in popularity as a treat.
Boba drinks' tea base
Typically black or green tea is used as the backbone for boba beverages, which can then be flavoured with a variety of syrups including peach, strawberry, and lychee. Additionally, milk may be added to teas to make milk teas, which are considerably creamier and more luxurious. Most Boba cafes now provide milk drinks and sorbet in addition to Boba Tea. Going out for a boba, which combines a drink and a snack, is half of the excitement since you can make it exactly how you like it.
How is it presented?
When you purchase a boba beverage, you may adjust the intensity, snow thickness, and the number of ingredients. Generally, the creation is sealed using a unique machine. Boba straws feature a pointed tip to puncture the closed top of your beverage and are bigger than standard straws to allow the bits of tapioca, fruit, or anything else you have in your tea. To lessen the necessity for single-use plastic boba straws, aluminium, and ceramic boba straws are now being sold. No matter what receptacle your beverage comes in, the munchies at boba businesses are always a close second. Typical Taiwanese treats served in boba cafes include tea omelets, seasoned fries, on rice, and salted hot Taiwanese popper chicken. With their larger dining areas and extended menus, boba restaurants can transform your visit from a quick snack break to a full dinner.
What does it cost?
Based on how you obtain your drink, Boba Tea usually cost a few dollars. Drink prices at some of the bigger, more well-known chains, such as Lollicup and Fast, tend to be more on the affordable side, ranging from $3 to $5, depending on the toppings you choose. The price of toppings varies from region to region, but still is normally an extra 50 cents for each top. Tea stores li, which place more of an emphasis on using raw food and organic choices, may charge somewhat more, but you're getting better tea.
Teahee SG is the first bubble tea studio in Singapore. With their extensive menu of beverage-making courses, which includes bubble tea workshops, cocktail and mocktail-making classes, and tea blending sessions, you'll be spoiled for choice. Three enthusiastic travelers who love to travel came up with the concept for Teahee SG by drawing inspiration from the many drinks consumed throughout the world and fusing flavour and aesthetics.
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Instructions to Develop Date Palm Trees
The Date Palm Tree, the logical name Phoenix Dactylifera, is one of the most conspicuous palm trees on the planet due to its glorious appearance and delicious natural products. It is additionally called Medjool palm.
This huge wonderful palm is perhaps of the most seasoned tree on the planet being in development for more than 5000 years. Local to North Africa this palm was possibly the earliest plant to be developed by individuals. Due to its strength and cold solidness, it is filled in many states including California, Arizona, Nevada, Texas, and Florida. It is often utilized in various scene plans as a solitary example or in a gathering planting.
The date palm can endure various circumstances including dry season, unfortunate soil, desert environment, light freeze, high salt water, and high breezes. It flourishes in full sun and damps very much depleted soil. It can undoubtedly endure dry season when laid out and develop enough due to long roots arriving at where it counts searching for water.
It is slow developing and can get up to 90ft tall with a spread up to 30 ft wide. The weighty dim green shelter of pinnate, or padded molded, fronds sits on top of the brown-dim trunk that is covered with old leaf bases.
It very well may be single or multi-trunked. If it fosters numerous trunks, you should isolate them to have a solitary one.
Toward the finish of spring, it produces white and cream blossoms that fill in groups on 4 ft (1.2 m) long inflorescence among the leaves. Blossoms arise out of brilliant earthy-colored units, with each case containing somewhere in the range of 5,000 to 10,000 blossoms. Male and female blossoms develop on various plants, and fertilization happens by the breeze. In development to guarantee the advancement of natural products, ranchers gather the male units, dry them, and afterward fertilize female blossoms.
Date natural product is oval, 1-3 inches long, with a solitary seed inside that is encircled by sweet tissue. They are green from the outset yet become yellow-orange when ready. The Medjool dates are the most costly. Dates are extremely delicious and nourishing containing a ton of nutrients and minerals. They can be eaten crudely or cooked.
For millennia, dates have been utilized to treat different ailments. It is known to assist with treating paleness, clogging, the runs, and infections of the gentio-urinary framework.
Phoenix Dactylifera can be utilized for some reasons like food, medication, asylum, fuel, and building materials. Astonishingly, all aspects of this palm can be utilized for something.
You can spread this palm from seeds or by counterbalances. Seeds require just 2-3 months to sprout.
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How To Know When Food Is No Longer Edible
Food is an essential part of everyone’s day, providing the energy and motivation you need to achieve your daily goals. Different foods have different life spans, so ensuring that you’re food at its peak will keep you safe and provide you with the necessary nutrients.
Certain factors—such as weather, means of preparation, and storage—influence how long a product can last before and after cooking. To know when food is no longer edible, you should always pay attention to a few specific characteristics.
Mold
This is one of the easiest ways to know if bacteria have infested your food. Mold varies in appearance: some mold may look like simple green spots, while another may appear as a furry gray mound. Mold will typically grow on the outer layer of a food item and then make its way to the center. The best way to deal with moldy food is to dispose of it in a plastic bag so that it won’t contaminate other products.
Unpleasant Smell
Spoiled food will emit a strange odor that will alert you to the fact that it’s no longer safe to eat. This odor comes from chemicals released by bacteria as the food decomposes. The smell is strong, so you’ll most likely notice immediately. If you notice an odor, identify and remove the rotting food item. If the odor persists, you can put a box of baking soda in your fridge, which will effectively trap and remove the smell.
Discoloration
Another characteristic that will let you know when a food is no longer edible is a change in color. When a product is fresh and consumable, the color will be vibrant, especially for fruits, vegetables, and meats. Discoloration occurs from bacteria and a lack of oxygen. Expired meats may appear gray or light brown, and expired produce may appear brown.
Expiration Dates
Finally, expiration dates are helpful sources for knowing if a specific food item is no longer viable, particularly when an item is packaged in a can or tray. And while how much attention you should pay to expiration dates varies depending on the foods, these dates can help you avoid eating spoiled products, especially when they come in packaging that’s not see-through.
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