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kitchenwitchtingss · 10 months

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RECIPES I KEEP IN MY ONLINE KITCHEN WITCH JOURNAL #2

I love making these oh my gosh.

Why?

It's really fun

It's been a while since my last one

I get an excuse to try yummy recipes

You all are way too good at what you do

It's fun x2

Teas, Drinks, And Syrups

🍊 Orange Peel Tea 🍊

Violet Lemonade

Coconut Summer Drink

Dandelion Honey

The Best Hot Spiced Cider recipe you’ll ever try

Apple Cider is basically a homesteading spell

Rose Lemonade Syrup

100-Year Garlic (Garlic Honey)

Fire Cider Spell for Winter Protection

Blackberry & Apple Jam

Witchy Recipes - Blackberry Lemonade

Baked Goods + Sweets

Prosperity Bread

Lavender Earl Grey Cookies

Easy Rosemary Focaccia Loaf for Love and Protection

Heavenly Lavender Scones

Honey Vanilla Peach Butter 🍑

Pumpkin Pie Dip 🎃

Vanilla-Pumpkin Cupcakes

Soups, Stews, And Dinners

Super simple secret potato soup

Forest Porridge

Heartwarming potato soup

Perfect Homemade Garlic Bread

Creamy vegetable soup

Springtime Soup

Stuffed Maple dijon glazed roasted butternut squash

Summertime stir fry

Sabbat Stuff

Litha Orange Honey Cake

Litha Thyme Chicken

Stuffed Apples for Mabon

Mabon Mug

Imbolc Pretzel wreath

Oatmeal Bread for Lughnasadh

Samhain Mulled Cider

Samhain Irish Apple Cake

Angel's Best

(my favorite recipe posts I've made over the years, plus backstories that sound like your grandmother's reminiscing over the past.)

LATE WINTER BUTTER ROLLS

My first post I ever made. I was pretty new to the tumblr community at the time. I loved kitchen witchcraft, and I'm the type of person who will ramble on about how much I love cooking and baking. This blog gave me an outlet to express my love of cooking, baking, paganism, and witcraft. And these rolls are very tasty, I make them to this day!

WITCHY TOMATO BASIL SOUP

Tasty, simple, and a crowd-pleaser. It's perfect for a beginner kitchen witch! It was also the second recipe I ever posted.

SWEET CREAM BUNS

It was a recipe given to me by one of my good friends at the time. Every time I make it, it gets devoured in less than 10 minutes. It was also my first recipe to get over 50 notes. I was shocked but ecstatic that so many people would even give it the time of day lol.

WITCHY THUMBPRINT COOKIES

These ones were just fun to make and delicious lol.

A WITCH’S COZY BUTTERNUT WINTER SOUP

A quick soup that feeds a lot of people during the fall season. Fall is my favorite season, so of course I'm very biased lol.

SAMHAIN PUMPKIN BREAD

I love pumpkin bread and apple cider... So why not combine the two? This one was definitely one of my favorites of all time. Moist pumpkin bread and chocolate chips have to be one of my favorite things on this planet. It also makes for the perfect gift for friends and family. Yummy!

ANGEL’S AWARD-WINNING LEMON POPPY SEED BREAD

I love dessert loaves of any kind, so naturally, this would be on the list lol.

MAPLE BUTTER COOKIES

Super simple comfort food! I love any time of cookie with brown sugar.

BRING ME POSITIVITY PECAN FRENCH TOAST BAKE

I love French toast, and I love positivity~

SAMHAIN SOUL CAKES RECIPE

These are really good! And traditional. If you celebrate Samhain, I recommend you make some soul cakes and have friends and family help decorate. I give the littles a bag of orange frosting and let them go crazy lol.

FEEL BETTER CHICKEN SOUP

One of my most recent is my witchy twist on chicken noodle soup!

#witches #kitchen witch #witchy #witch #magick #kitchen witch recipes #food #recipes #witchblr #kitchen magick #foodblogger #sabbats #litha #kitchen witch tips #modern witch #modern witchcraft

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taintedcigs · 9 months

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cozy fall with stevie🍂 ☕ 📚🎃 spending the day reading or studying at the coffee shop while you beg for steve to not distract you with his cute smile, strolling through the park hand in hand, steve wearing his yellow sweater, apple picking.

steve taking various pictures of you in the park, in his car, in bed, in the couch wrapped around each other. baking cookies, carving pumpkins, forcing steve to watch a horror movie, making each other soup while the other is sick, cozying up by the fireplace with a shared blanket, steve promising to make you the best pumpkin pie you’ve ever had because he knows a secret recipe. ughghgh i loove this man so much

#steve harrington #moodboard #steve harrington moodboards #stranger things moodboards #stranger things #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington moodboard #steve harrington x reader #fall moodboards #autumn moodboards #fall vibes #autumn vibes #emmy's moodboards #emmy’s moodboards #aesthetic moodboards

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year

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So the devs for the Arcana actually posted the recipe for Selasi the Baker's pumpkin bread on their YouTube channel four years ago?!?

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@helshollowhalls sent me the link because they know I like to make my own bread on my days off. Read below the cut for pictures of my attempt and my in depth review!

First off, this is an involved recipe. You can expect it to take 4 hours start to finish (for context, my normal weekly baking for 2 loaves of whole wheat bread takes about 2 hours). There's the dough itself, the pumpkin filling, and a glaze to go on top.

Here's what it looked like right out of the oven, before the cinnamon glaze:

Here's what it looked like with the glaze on (please ignore the mess):

And here's the loaf cut open:

The original recipe says that the result should be a mildly sweet, mildly spiced bread. I'm sure that it normally is. However, it seems Asra and I share certain experimental tendencies when it comes to making food, because I ended up more than doubling the spices in the pumpkin filling.

The result I got was honestly one of the best sweet breads I've ever eaten. There's cinnamon in the dough, the glaze, and the filling, so the whole thing tastes really warm and comforting and homey. Don't let it fool you though, because (at least the way I ended up making it) the spices liven it up. It has cloves, all spice, ginger, cinnamon, and nutmeg besides the expected sugar, salt, and vanilla. It didn't call for cardamon but I added a respectable chunk of that anyways because it was sitting in my spice rack with all the others and I didn't want it to feel ignored. (And also because it was referenced as being in the rice pudding in Asra's route.) I also like making pumpkin soup through the winter, so my filling came out a little more watery than it normally would because I like to steam and freeze my own pumpkin puree.

The result I got was rich, sweet, soft, and flavorful enough that I was still tasting it after I brushed my teeth. The smell also lingered in my kitchen for days. The dough is enriched, meaning that it has eggs and milk and butter in it, which makes it somewhat like a cinnamon brioche. It would be like if a cinnamon roll and a pumpkin pie had a kickass loaf baby. The cinnamon glaze on top definitely added sweetness, but what I appreciated about it was how sticky and gooey the texture became because of it. Be prepared for delightfully messy eating.

If you're thinking, brainrot, the only reason you like this so much is because it makes you feel like you're sitting across from your beloved in the marketplace on a sunny Vesuvian afternoon, I'd say you're not wrong. It's a whole experience. However, after I had my first slice, I took it over to my family's place to share and fell asleep right after. By the time I woke up the whole thing was gone. My mom and younger sibling on their own admitted to eating at least two thirds of it before my dad could get to it. The other younger sibling got all of one (1) slice, poor dude.

100000000/10 will absolutely be scheduling four hours into my next day off to make it again.

(Side note - if you're looking for a trans malewife who cooks/bakes for fun and cleans up after himself and will spend four hours making something just because it's referenced in a romance game, I am right here. I desire cuddles.)

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the-true-noodles · 9 months

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incorrect miraculous ladybug quotes 2! (because we need more of them)

part 1

Nathalie: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka.

Nathalie: *upends the bottle*

*Marinette's second day of interning for Gabriel*

Gabriel: Hand me the people opener.

Marinette: ...

Marinette: Pardon?

Gabriel, annoyed: The people opener! Just hand it to me!

Marinette, stressed: WHAT THE FUCK IS A PEOPLE OPENER?

Gabriel: How do you not know what a people opener is? Its pointy- you know? With a handle?

Marinette: Knife. It's called a knife.

Adrien: *walks to cabinet, removes oreo box, takes half a sleeve, throws empty box out* Hi!

Nathalie: Hey- what are you doing-?

Adrien, shoving an oreo into their mouth: I am saving space :D

Gabriel: Would it be discrimination to only hire employees at my doughnut shop who have the same name?

Nathalie: Legally, I don't believe that breaches any discrimination laws. Morally though... I don't know.

Gabriel: I believe god is on my side when it comes to Duncans' Doughnuts.

Chat Noir: honk.

Gabriel: WHAT.

Chat Noir: HONK.

Gabriel: WHAT DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT?????

Ladybug: So, what's it like living with Hawkmoth?

Mayura: They once referred to sand as "heterosexual glitter."

Ladybug: ...

Mayura: I love him so much.

Mayura: Where's Chat Noir?

Hawkmoth: Don't worry, I'll find them.

Hawkmoth, shouting: Ladybug sucks!

Chat Noir, distantly: Ladybug is the best person ever! Fuck you!

Hawkmoth: Found them.

Nathalie: I just heard Gabriel call the dog a “fucking liar” because he barked like someone was at the door and no one was there.

Chat Noir: You know, Hawkmoth, when you generalize, you tell general... lies.

Hawkmoth: ...

Hawkmoth: Are you trying to teach me moral lessons through puns.

Nathalie: How are you gonna carve a gigantic pumpkin?

Gabriel: The same way I make onion rings!

Gabriel: *grabs a chainsaw*

Nino: Hey, you want a tarot reading?

Gabriel: Those are Pokemon cards.

Nino You got a magikarp.

Gabriel: ...

Nino: It means 'fuck you'.

Hawkmoth: Here's two facts about me.

Hawkmoth: 1. I hate hot people.

Hawkmoth: 2. I'm a hypocrite.

*the day this man goes out of the house by himself*

Gabriel: Keep it running. *Tosses keys over shoulder into empty parking lot.*

Ladybug: You ever see something that changes your life and you're just like "huh.."

Chat Noir: I saw you.

Ladybug: Honestly that's so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of Hawkmoth in a turkey costume.

Marinette: My hands are cold.

Adrien: Here, let me hold them.

Marinette: My lips are cold too.

Adrien: *covers Marinette's mouth with their hand*

Gabriel: If we lose, you’re out of the will.

Nathalie: I was in the will?

Nathalie: Are you having another depressive episode?

Gabriel: A depressive episode?

Gabriel: I'm having a depressive series and we're just on season one.

Gabriel, entering the room: *Sees Adrien and leaves*

Adrien, watching Gabriel leave: There’s my monthly dose of my dad…

*Marinette and Nathalie are planning to break in somewhere to save Adrien without Gabriel knowing he was missing*

Marinette: We need to distract the guards.

Nathalie: Right.

Marinette: What are we gonna do?

Nathalie: I'm gonna break their elbows while you poke their eyes.

Marinette:

Nathalie:

Marinette: Deal.

Hawkmoth You’d be stupid to lay a hand on me.

Chat Noir: Oh, you’d be surprised how much stupid shit I do.

Adrien: *Gasp*

Marinette: wHAT??

Adrien: What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish?

Marinette: *inhales*

Gabriel, in another room with Nathalie: Why can I hear screeching?

*during a temporary ceasefire because reasons??*

Ladybug: Hawkmoth learned how to fold origami penguins from Chat Noir the other day. I told them, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and the next day they put them in the fridge.

Gabriel: Where did you get that tomato soup?

Adrien: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved.

Gabriel: Christmas is cancelled.

Adrien: You can't cancel a holiday.

Gabriel: Keep it up, Adrien, and you'll lose New Year's too.

Adrien: What does that mean?

Gabriel: Nathalie, take New Year's away from Adrien.

Hawkmoth: Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".

Gabriel, digging their grave: Long story short, this is my grave.......Want me to make you one too?

*marinette's internship is something i want to think would be really funny*

Marinette: Hey, wanna help me commit arson?

Gabriel: What the hell!?

Marinette: Oh, sorry, my bad.

Marinette, whispering: Wanna help me commit arson?

Gabriel, whispering: Of course. What do you need?

Marinette: So, are you two friends?

Gabriel: Yes.

Natalie: No.

Chat Noir: You use emoji’s like a straight person.

Hawkmoth: That’s literally the worst thing anyone has ever said about me.

Gabriel: I’ve been here in jail so long I think I’ve lost my mind.

Gabriel: The days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months.

Gabriel: How long have I been in here now? Almost a year?

Nathalie: This is Monopoly.

Hawkmoth: Well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of my actions.

Gabriel, putting their hands over Nathalie's eyes: Guess who!

Nathalie: It's either Gabriel or the cold, clammy hands of death.

Gabriel, putting their hands away: It's Gabriel!

Nathalie: Dammit.

Ladybug: We need to open this locked door. Nathalie, give me your credit card.

Nathalie: Here.

Ladybug, pocketing it: Thanks. Chat, cataclysm the door.

Nathalie: When was the last time you cried?

Adrien: Uh 15 minutes ago, why??

Nathalie: really? That recent?

Adrien: Yeah *voice crack* is that a issue? *starts crying again*

Ladybug: Why are you always trying to aggravate me?

Hawkmoth: To relax.

*Something crashes*

Adrien: Shoot-

Gabriel: *running into the room in a panic* WHAT FELL?!

Nathalie: *walking by the room calmly* What died?

(sorry for taking so long)

#chat noir #gabriel agreste #hawkmoth #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fandom #mlb fandom #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #mayura #ladybug #incorrect miraculous ladybug quotes #crack #pure crack #nathalie sancoeur #i think this was all of the tags #funny

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tv-gh0st · 11 months

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He really needs to stop forgetting about the blood

it doesn't focus on it but this work is in @breannasfluff wing bois au cas i honestly love it so much!

So okay it really wasn’t Wilds fault, he really did forgot he was traveling with people. And sure many would infact say that isnt an excuse but he was traveling alone in a post apocalyptic for three years with no memories exept the absolute basics so he'd say yes that is an excuse to promptly forget he was covered in blood and then come back yo camp.

It was a pretty normal day, they were in Wilds Hyrule and heading to Gerudo town after learning that’s were Flora was. The bad news was that Fours wing got dislocated and Winds got all scratched up, with important feathers getting damaged so they were grounded which sucked. So after a lot of groans learning it would be at lest a 4 day trip and Wild needing to reassure them that theres a possibility they'll run into Flora heading back on the way aswell as promising pumpkin soup for dinner the group set off.

After a whole day of walking with only one break the chain found themselves right by the great Platue according to Wild, there were a few normal red moblins to kill aswell as a traveler fighting a red bokobline that Wild helped out but after all that they were exhausted some of which(Wind and Warriors) complaining about having to set up camp. Wild on the other hand was bouncing off the walls trying to convince Time to let them take just a half days walk(which according to them could be a few hours if he caught enough horses for them.) to the stable. And as tempting as the cozy stable atmosphere and actually beds were even Hyrule was tired and it was late Stall enemy's would start appearing so to Wilds dismay he was denied and left to start up on some pumpkin soup grumbling the whole time.

Dinner came and went with little to no issue everyone loved the soup and they were all just hanging out, Sky was already sleeping, Wind was telling yet another story of his adventure to Hyrule and Warriors, Four was on the outskirts of camp mumbling to himself, Time was just sat against a tree, and last of all Twi was out on watch while Wolfie sat with Wild who was restless as ever. Hell all he wanted to do was wonder around a bit this was his Hyrule if anything he had the right to, he didn’t go on a three year adventure just to not know his way around. He could just fly around stay in sight or even just teleport to Zoras domain or somewhere with people, just anything that involved him getting up and moving. But no the moment Wild even got to the edges of camp Wolfie barked bloody murder at him and once he finally sat down Wolfie sat on him! The nerve. Did he mot understand how Wild worked, he wouldn’t get hurt or anything he just needed to move or he swears he'll actually go insane.

So the moment Wolfie gets up Wild gets to work on crawling away, Wolfie was called to by Time so Twi would be occupied for a bit (he could never turn up his mentor unlike wild who atlest temporarily easily choose being able to wonder whenever he needed over staying still and at camp with Twilight) but as to not catch Wolfie's attention he went towards Four, it was risky but Wild figured Four was so deep in thought he wouldn’t even notice, even if he did Four could probably understand atlest this once. But no Warriors had to notice him.

"where ya goin champ" ugh Wolfie immediately turns his head to the two of them. Through closed teeth Wild tries his best not to show his anger and disappointment "theres an apple tree right over there, wanted some apples ya know, I use em a lot in recipes so its always good to have them" it wasn’t technically a lie there is an apple tree and he does use them a lot in recipes and knowing his tendencies to grab everything he sees he probably would have grabbed those apples, he left out the part were he wasn’t planing to be back for atlest an hour, but was it really important. Aperently yes yes it was to Wolfie and Time atlest.

"Wild it gets dangerous at dark, we need to stick together plus everyone will be settling down soon" Wild was already getting more fidgety scratching at his scars as if given the chance he would jump right out of his skin and just run(hell he would if he could) and as if to rub salt in the wound Time looked down at him directly in the eyes, sure he never mentioned that looking him in the eye made his skin itch and on bad days like this one made him want to cry, and technically he never mentioned the fact that lack of moving around like right now would make him go insane but he didn’t realize he had to, also he figured they would realize on there own it's obvious but not to them I guess, atlest if Wolfie growling whenever he moved was anything to go off of.

But soon Twilight had to come back as hylian, and soon Time had to take his eye off of him. And he'll be damned if he didn’t use that opening to fucking book it. After he was far enough away from camp to fly and be considered a traveler he flew as fast as he could to the coliseum finally free to move and take out this energy it was clear to him he was going to fight a goddamn Lynal or pray to Hylia he was going to strike something else down.

So that’s what he did.

But he got a little carried away and might have ended up clearing the whole place, each

Level.

He was infact hyper aware of his wings being Soaked, after clearing the colosseum he was going to fly back but he didn’t make it very far in the air due to his wings being heavy. It was a pain in the ass to say the lest. Bad news is he didn’t realize his wings weren't the only thing soaked.

"Wild were the fuck where you!"

The moment he entered camp he was grabbed by the shoulders by Warriors. Which was not ideal, although he let out his energy he was still upset at everyone for not letting him go, it probably would have stopped him from coming back to camp covered in blood. Oh fuck he forgot about that part.

"oh Hylia" he felt warriors pull back rubbing his hands against his pants. "Cub, holy shit are you okay" Twilight on the other hand had no issue getting a little dirty feeling down Wild which was very much not appreciated by the latter. "Twi off off I'm fine!" he did not get off.

"What happened" Finally pulling back from the over bearing mother cuccoo Wild started to walk off. "Im fine I just went off for a bit to fight a few monsters" Warriors laughed at this. "A few monsters, champ you were gone for an hour and come back a bloody mess literally" Wild just rolled his eye before running into Time the smallest ding being heard from his armor. "Wild. I told you to stay put" another eye roll came with some sorta frustrated trill answered with Wilds own more angry trill. "listen ill wash the blood off tomorrow okay" exasperated and Tired Twilight reached to grab Wilds arm. "Wash it off tommor- Cub this isn't about washing it off Ugh" it was met with a threatening chirp and Wild violently pulling his arm away from a surprised Twilight. But before he was able to retreat the bloodied frustrated Magpie met eyes with Legend.

"Wild"

"Legend"

Wild was suddenly getting dragged by the older but shorter bird who was bringing his own wings up to shield from Wilds own who was flapping them like crazy. "Legend!"

"Fuck off Wars"

And with that there off.

Wild eventually calmed down getting tired of the constant flailing, luckily Legend just brought them to the lake not tooooo far off. He just pointed at it but Wild got the memo and jumped right in, he knew he'd have to fight off Legend if he didn’t.

"so whats the deal"

Well that was unexpected. Legend seemed to notice Wilds surprise. "well your upset and the others cant seem to grasp that your not just bitching around." Wild couldn’t help but snort at the last bit but Legend was right, he sure as hell was upset. "they wouldn’t let me go" the look he was given showed he was gonna explain or he would have to deal with the mother cuccoo trio. "I just, ugh. I just needed to move around and no one would let me. Warriors kept getting in my way always alerting Time and Wolfie, Time acted like it was to dangerous even though were in my Hyrule! Like I don’t know my own fucking Hyrule even tho I've been adventuring here for three years I know he wants to protect everyone but he's just being a bitch honestly acting like I'm a baby, and oh if were on the topic oh acting like I'm a baby Twilight is so fucking annoying sometimes, I love the guy I would die a million times for him but holy shit Im not incompetent or something, I just needed to go wonder a bit fly around maybe just move ya know! Like that’s how I always am but he just acts like I'm always gonna get hurt sometimes he acts like I'm trying to get hurt! Like sure I would jump infront of any of you in a fast pace fight but I don’t have that little of self preservation I'm not a goddamn idiot, sometimes it feels like you and Hyrule are the only ones who acknowledge that I'm not a newborn puppy, just because I prefer wondering around, have a few boundaries and, some trust issues Im still able to walk off and not die ya know!"

Wild didn’t even realize how heated he got until its over Legend giving him a look, it wasn’t pity and he obviously wasn’t upset at him but it just was a look. "it sounds like you have a few opinions but not in the bad way and I totally understand" kinda look.

"so you got worked up and no one would let you deal with it so your pissed now" it sounded a bit simplified but Legend definitely was trying to be sincere he just has his own way of doing it. "well that sucks n all really but could I ask how you dealt with it and why it included getting drenched in blood"

Oh yeah Wild forgot about that, to be fair Wild traveled alone and being covered in blood for a few days was never a problem, there were even to few travelers to get scared off or worried about it that it became an issue.

"I fought a lynal and like a few dozen moblins and bokos" as weirdly understanding Legend was being tonight he was not having that and needed an explanationz "that big ruin over there, it’s a big ol monster camp with a lynal right in the middle like you said I was worked up and pissed so I used the adrenaline to kill the lynal and the other monsters, most of this blood isn't mine but killing a lot of monsters can be a messy job sometimes also I like to dig out for there guts and horns ya know to make elixirs cas no one really sells them around here but yeah it can get especially gross with lynals"

"that’s fucking gross kid, and you really gotta get a hobbie" Wild used his soaked(with luckily mostly water now) wing to splash Legend laughing as he retried farther to the small thin forest of birch trees. "what the fuck!" atlest the cook was lighting up. "but seriously ya gotta get some communication skills, its my thing to be pissed off but your just supposed to be feral I can get passed the killing a lynal and taking its guts as gross as that is, but the others think there helping out and getting pissed off ain't gonna show them to back off they'll just keep pushing" damn who knew Legend was good at the emotional shit.

"yeah yeah I guess your right but not tonight I think I have a right to be pissed off for atlest a few more hours" rolling his eyes Legend did have to agree they were bitches even if they didn’t mean to be. "okay then get up, you can be upset but we have to get going, doubt those three will be happy about you leaving without a trace two times"

"Hey this time was your fault" Legend didn’t dignify that with an answer just threw a towel at Wild and started walking letting the cook catch up. "also for your information I'm not explaining anything to them, atlest not tonight I'm sleeping and there is nothing they can do about it." with a snort "Atlest you'll actually be sleeping for once"

"Out of spite so it doesn’t count"

"Sureeeeeee"

For the rest of it they walked in a comfortable silence Wild happy someone could finally understand and Legend happy he could chip sway at Wilds barrier, sure they'd have to deal with three mother cuccoos but it was worth the price to have atlest one nice moment.

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intheclearblueskies · 18 days

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Favorite Fall Activities

| Masterlist |

Tanjiro:

Both of you love growing things, and so fall is the season for you both to reap what you've down (literally). Tanjiro especially loves the recipes you have for some fall favorites, including pumpkin soup.

Nezuko:

Ever since you were young, you'd had the hobby of pressing especially pretty leaves. Come the fall season, you had a large sample size to choose from. Nezuko usually sits beside you at night while you look through the fiery-golden leaves, helping you choose which ones to press.

Zenitsu:

Zenitsu got you into the habit of raking up leaves from one of the big trees at your home, but it usually devolves into the two of you making a big pile and jumping into it, giggling like children.

Inosuke:

Two words: Fall food. Inosuke loves it when you take him out to the street vendors so that you can both look through and try different fall dishes. His current favorite is the udon with grated yam and slices of roasted chestnuts.

Giyuu:

Giyuu loves sitting with you beside the fire, just reading or basking in each other's company. It's a far cry from the usual bustle of pillar life, and it feels nice to just take time to be with each other on crisp nights.

Kyojuro:

Kyojuro loves it when you hang out with him and his family at his estate. Senjuro is always so excited to see you, and it soon devolves into you helping him with his chores and playing with him (or perhaps sneaking in some meditation or lessons in your Breath style). It just gives him a happy glow to see you getting along with even his crochety old father (Shinjuro would never admit it, but he enjoys your company too).

Muichiro:

Even though it's more of a chore than anything, he appreciates it when you split wood with him. You're so graceful as you wield the axe, he often takes time just to stare at you. If you catch him, he just smiles, making your cheeks heat up.

Shinobu:

She enjoys it when you go with her to find rare herbs and extracts. Sure, you can do this in any season, but the fall is especially beautiful and peaceful; some of your best dates have been while you two walk through the forest, admiring the colors of the leaves and inspecting mushrooms.

Gyomei:

Sitting alone with him on fall nights, talking late into the night and sipping tea is what he enjoys most. The two of you share roasted, spiced apples and just... talk about whatever comes up. The future, about the state of things, even about your pasts. It's a quiet serenity that just feels like him.

Sanemi:

He would never publicly admit it, but he likes going apple picking with you. There's an orchard in the nearby village that he likes to go to that he'll take you to. The two of you make a day of it, picking as much as you want (and allowing him to show off how high he can reach, allowing you to get a glimpse of his skin as his shirt rides up).

Akaza:

On especially cool fall nights, you might sit outside, light a fire in your pit, and wait for Akaza. He almost always shows up, ready to sit at your side and just watch the flickers of ash reach for the sky. Even though he doesn't eat human food to survive, you still offer him roasted meat (you have your own) to eat with you.

Douma:

Sometimes on pretty fall days, you'll bring your orphans in to see Douma. You'll share whatever you've got on you; sometimes it's roasted meat, sometimes it's an extra jug of blood (disguised as red wine so your kids won't be too curious), sometimes it's fragrant pouches of spice to decorate his main room. He doesn't mind your kids, though he loves it when you come to him with presents.

Kokushibo:

He doesn't mind it when you sit with him on rooftops, gazing up at the moon and stars. You'll sit there, running your hands through his hair and talking softly about things. He doesn't mind affection as long as you're alone, and even accepts forehead kisses from you. He'll preen at your praises of how handsome he is, though he'd probably never tell you outright.

Muzan:

Muzan (as a woman) often accompanies you to small night festivals dressed in the most beautiful fall kimonos, lips painted that same cherry red. Sometimes you feel that s(he) outshines you, but he's quick to reassure you that his eyes don't wander; if anything, you should be lucky that he's paying attention at all (his words, not yours). He'll buy you something like a pretty kanzashi to wear in your hair and watch over you, painted hand clasped tightly in yours.

Yoriichi:

He loves taking long walks through the woods with you, hand-in-hand. Sometimes you'll stop in a particularly scenic location and sit together with a snack or two before returning to your home, but he just loves being with you and watching the colors with you.

#kny x reader #female reader #x female reader #kny scenarios

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lumine-no-hikari · 3 months

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #79

It's very late here, so today's letter will likely be shorter than normal. But even though I'm very tired, I still wanted to make sure you knew that someone out here is thinking good things about you and wishing for nice things upon you.

My mind is still fairly empty today. I feel pretty tired for a variety of reasons. Some of it is the simple fact that we are going through the second part of your story, and I'm VERY worried about how things might turn out for you; I really don't want to see you get hurt, but at the same time, if you don't stop making choices that harm others, you will need to be stopped. And that's unfortunate, because I would much rather see you turn yourself around and try to become strong in the real way, instead of parroting the definition of it that was taught to you by people who didn't care about you.

The bulk of my reasons for being tired, though, is other stuff going on in my world that I can do absolutely nothing about. And a small amount of it is still me trying to recover from our long trip, and some of it is the recent changes in the social dynamics of my immediate circle. Maybe I'll try not to worry about it. Maybe instead I'll show you the most recent cups of tea I made, since… y'know… I can't actually pour any for you, much to my immense dismay.

…To give you the pictures of the tea at its most beautiful and interesting is the best I can do. And the fact that it is the best I can do is… sad, really. I'm sorry.

I had intended to go to the grocery today to get the supplies to make stuffed cabbage casserole; I was sent a beautiful-looking recipe by an awesome human being from the internet, and I wanted to give it a try. But my energy was very low today. Br offered to be a body double, and she visited, and it was wonderful. We talked a lot about various things, but I still didn't have the energy to go out before going to see R, and for various reasons, I think neither did she. I'm glad we decided to spend time at home though; it was peaceful.

Br went with J and I to go see R today though, and it was a good time. We stopped somewhere to pick up a couple of snacks, and we did some catching up with R. R is an astounding baker; I wish that you could try the things that he creates. He made bonbons for us, and peanut-butter-banana bars with chocolate chips and walnuts, and they were absolutely wonderful. And we also went out to a Thai place for food. I can't help but wonder if your world has some equivalent of Thai food somewhere. I'll show you what we got:

Have you ever had crab rangoon? Pork belly? Rice pudding? Pad Thai? Did you like them? I wonder what you think. I wonder what you think about a lot of things, actually…

There's so much I wish I could show to you. There's so much I wish I could give to you. So many things I wish you could do and see and try. I wish that you could see the world through my eyes for just a moment… just for a moment. And then maybe you'd see that although the world is broken and has a lot of pain and a lot of problems, it's still not so bad. It's really not so bad. Not everyone is mean like the people you met. And even though a lot of things might seem really weird right now, it's never hopeless. There are good things everywhere, if only you have the courage and strength to look around hard enough.

It's for this reason that I hope you'll try to become strong in the real way. Please try. Please try so that you can come back home to us. We miss you.

I'm exhausted, so I'm going to stop writing here, because if I don't, I'm going to ramble even more than I have already.

Hey, Sephiroth? Don't forget that there are people who love you out here. People who don't care about your status, fame, or whatever else, but rather… people who will make you a new locket if you lose your old one. People who will make you pumpkin soup if you're sad about missing out. People who will make you things like garlic bread and pasta. People who will make you little trinkets like music boxes and trees made of gems and songs made only of human voices. People who will write you letters just to try to show you that you're cared for. I can't be the only one out here who is like me… if only because you are a little bit like me, and you exist, even if it's only in an abstract way.

…Is any of what I can do enough though, I wonder? Enough to reach you? Enough to move you? If you don't turn around… will it be because I didn't try hard enough…?

…Maybe these questions are ridiculous. Maybe I really am just tired. There's so much that I don't know… and sometimes that scares me.

I can't wish you were here in good conscience, because things where I am are looking pretty bleak sometimes. But I can instead wish that you could be somewhere safe, wholesome, and happy.

I'll write again. Though I'm not sure what about.

Your friend, Lumine

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transmascnaotoshirogane · 2 years

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eyes and ears

unbetaed bc who cares atp ummm ok hi. blind!four + deaf!legend fic go brr

relationships; wars+legend+four (qpr, mentioned), wind & four & hyrule & legend, four & legend

ao3 link; x

Four and Legend are a bit different. They’re heroes in their own right, of course, but they’re not like them. “Good morning, Four,”A hum sounded from the champion—they think it’s the champion—it smells like him—and a hand pulled them up. “Legend made breakfast, which is a bit rude considering that’s my job,”Definitely the champion, “but it is what it is! He won’t tell me the recipe but it’s really good.” “I’ll take your word for it.”Four laughed, letting Wild drag them towards the fire. “Hey Four.”He spoke, and Four paused for a bit before finding where he was. They then waved at the veteran, a soft smile on their face. They don’t know what Legend’s expression is, but they think he’s smiling. “Did you sleep okay?” A nod as Four was sat down and handed a bowl. It smells good. Blue’s right—it does smell good. Smells kind of like… ‘Pumpkin soup?’ Four mouthed, and Legend hummed. “You got it in one. They’ve been trying to guess for an hour.” Four barked out a laugh, eating their soup and—oh, it tastes as good as it smells! “I know the recipe is nice, but am I that good of a cook?”Legend teased. “You look like you’ve never eaten a meal in your life.” ‘This is literally the best pumpkin soup I have ever had,’Four mouthed a reply. ‘Sorry, Sky.’They added sheepishly. Sky made a noise, and gained a tut from someone before he seemed to realise, letting out a gasp. “Oh! No worries!” ‘You shook your head. Didn’t you?’ “...I did. Sorry—” “It’s fine, Sky. I wanted to know so I can make fun of you.” Legend let out a laugh. “At least you’re honest. Hey, Four, you know you don’t have to mouth to them too, yeah?” Four nodded rapidly. ‘But I don’t want to exclude you!’ “...oh. That’s sweet of you.” Four smiled at him, deciding their spoon was no longer needed and lifting the bowl up—drinking the rest of the soup straight from it. Ah, fuck fuck fuck we should not have done that We may be stupid I don’t feel a thing! That’s because you have an insane tolerance for heat, Red. Oh, yeah. Four let out a soft sigh, shaking their head at the colours. If Four could, they would glare at the ground, or the bottom of the bowl, or the sky, but…well. Four won’t be doing that again anytime soon. “Anyways,”Twilight spoke up, and Four heard him shifting around—probably to allow the veteran to read his lips. “Who’s patrolling this morning?” “We can do it.”Legend shrugged, grabbing Four’s hand. The two never go anywhere without each other—they made a promise to each other, and they won’t break it. “...do you want to take someone else with you? I know you’re both plenty capable, but…maybe it would help if you take someone else? An extra pair of eyes and ears?” “We don’t need to—”Four started, then bit their lip and considered. “...okay. We’ll take Wind and Hyrule. Hyrule will be an extra set of eyes, Wind will be an extra set of ears.” “Alright. Be safe. If anything happens—Wind, use that charm of yours, alright?” “Okay!”Wind yelled, and Four heard him bouncing up off the grass to grab his stuff. “Are you two sure you want to take us? You know how easy I get distracted…I don’t want to put you guys in harm’s way—” “Rule.”Legend spoke up, sighing gently in a way that Four can tell he’s smiling. “You won’t wander off when you know we’re here. I know you. You wouldn’t put us in danger on purpose.” ‘Unless this is you saying you would endanger us, Hyrule?’Four mouthed, a teasing grin forming on their face. “No—of course not!! It’s just…I don’t want to be the reason you two get hurt.” “We’re plenty capable. You and Wind were brought just as a precaution…and to put the others at ease.”Legend assured. “You won’t be the reason we get hurt, I promise. Right, Four?” “Right.”Four whistled. “And if we get hurt, it’s on us. Never you. This also applies to you, Wind. I may not be able to see but I know you’re making that face again.” “What face?”Wind let out a huff, and they can tell he’s pouting. “The face you make all the time when you’re worrying,”Legend added helpfully. “Four, you ready to start moving downhill?” Four nodded, grabbing onto—they felt a bit, hand making contact with Ravio’s bracelet—Legend’s arm as the four began to head downhill. “Hey can I ask something?”Wind spoke, the dirt crunching beneath his boots as he turned to face the two, his voice getting clearer. “Sure, what is it?”Four spoke, mouthing everything back to Legend in case he didn’t see. “How did you lose your sight, Four?” “...for future reference, you cannot just spring that question on people, Wind. But, to answer; I got into an accident on one of my adventures. It wasn’t supposed to happen—I don’t think anyone knew it would happen, but…it did, and it blinded me permanently.” “...do you ever miss it?”Hyrule’s voice was quieter, and Four didn’t hear him turning around, so he must not be looking at them. “Your sight?” “I…yeah, sometimes, but I’m used to not being able to see, Rule. It’s really not as bad as it seems.” “Oh.” “Oh?”Legend snorted. “Ah—Four, watch your step.” Four paused, letting Legend help them over a fairly-big rock. “You two are really coordinated.”Wind mused, and Legend let out a breathy laugh. “Yep,”Four laughed, nuzzling Legend’s shoulder as a quick ‘thank you’ before continuing. “We’ve been helping each other for a while now, is all.” “Mhm.”Legend hummed out a confirmation. “Found out about our separate situations pretty early on, been helping each other ever since. It’s nice to have a set of ears that work, yanno?” “Have you two always been doing this?”Hyrule sighed out. Four can hear…something in the healers voice, but they aren’t sure what it is. “How come we didn’t notice?” “We don’t make it obvious.”Four replied softly, voice quiet. “But—we didn’t know, Four. We—We could have coordinated everything better, to help the both of you! Is that why you both act weird when separated?” “I—”Four paused, and mouthed the question back to Legend, who let out a sigh. “It’s why, if separated, we stick to Warriors.” “...why Warriors?”Wind let out a laugh. “I thought you three barely even tolerated each other.” “Uh, well, that could not be further from the truth.”Legend let out an airy laugh. Four barely gets to hear those kinds of laughs from the vet—they wonder if he even knows he does it. “The three of us are in a QPR.” “QP…what?” “Queer Platonic Relationship.”Four clarified. “We’re dating, but it is not romantic nor sexual. We are simply three friends in a committed relationship.” “You can do that?”Wind gasped, sounding genuinely shocked. “I am a fool.” “Of course you can do that.”Legend snorted. It sounds like he’s looking directly at Wind. “You can do anythin if you’re not a fuckin coward.” “That is a wonderful life motto, but I have another question.” “Oh, lord.” “Legend, do you know what you sound like?” And he paused. For a while, all Four could hear was the sound of their boots hitting against the dirt, before Legend came to an abrupt stop. “No. I don’t.”He frowned. “Fable—my Zelda—, Hilda, Styla and Rav try to explain how I sound but—I don’t know.” “Oh.”Four frowned, slipping their hand down to hold Legend’s. “I could—I could try to help when we get back to camp?” “Well—we’ve went far enough with no trouble, we can head back now?”Hyrule and Wind offered, and Four can feel their looks of sympathy. They can’t even imagine how it must feel to see it. Legend let out a whistle. “Okay.” Four can hear the pain in his voice. They knew Legend had been born deaf, and learned to speak on the “dream adventure”, as Legend dubs it, and they knew he never discovered how his voice sounds, but… It hurts to know Legend is hurting from it. The trek back to the camp was…eerily quiet. The four of them didn’t say a single word. “Nothing nearby, then?” “Not that we know of. Just seems like a whole lot of forest to me!”Wind laughed. It sounds pained. Does Legend know that about Wind? That his laugh sounds pained whenever he’s worried? No, he probably doesn’t, Red decided, causing a frown to form on Four’s face as Legend sat on the grass, gently lowering Four down to sit with him. “So…my voice?” “Your voice.”Four repeated, sighing. “You know what honey feels like?” “Course I do.” “Right. Your voice is…sometimes it’s like that. Nice to listen to, sorta reminds me of how honey feels. Other times…”Four paused, gripping Legend’s hands. “Other times, you sound like…you know what a blade feels like when it makes contact with your skin, yes?” “Yeah. Not…pleasant, but yeah.” “Oh, absolutely not pleasant, it hurts, doesn’t it? That…sometimes, your voice sounds like how that feels, bunny. Like you’re hurting.” “Oh…really?” “Mhm.”Four can hear the others whispering to each other, but they don’t care. “I won’t say anything else, but you do sound like you’re hurt sometimes. Your laugh is weirder than your voice though, in terms of diversity.” “How so?”Legend was calming down, he doesn’t sound as upset as he did before. “Sometimes your laugh is low and quiet, or it can be high and loud. Other—rarer—times, it’s airy and somewhat squeaky.” “Hm.” “Hm?” “Do you know what colour your eyes are?” “Wh—”Four bit their lip gently. “No.” They don’t remember their eye colour. “They’re grey. Look different colours in the light though. Your hair is brown.” “It—is?”Oh, Four had forgotten that. They dyed it blond before what happened. I guess the dye faded. “Yeah. You’re overdue for a haircut too. You look annoyed by it sometimes. Gets in the way, I think.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” “Legend?” “Mhm?” “What do you and Wars look like? I realise I never asked how my boyfriends look.” “Oh!”Legend let out a laugh. Another airy one. Four felt a smile tug at their lips. “Well. Wars is white, like…you saw snow before, right?” “Yeah.” “Wars is as white as snow. Hair is cut short and he’s blond but I swear it’s dyed, it doesn’t look natural—” “You’re one to talk.”Warriors yelled over, and Four jumped at the yell. “Sorry ‘bow.” “If you could not interrupt me, thanks.”Legend huffed, then continued. “His eyes are a really bright green. Almost neon. Tall, but you knew that—you go up to just over his waist on a good day, and I’m just a bit taller than Wind so I’m about similar to you. His scarf is a deep blue. Teeth are slightly crooked, but he would never say it outloud. Hard to notice.” “Oh. Pretty.”Four mused softly. “Now you.” “Hmm, well. I’m black, for one. I have a skin condition called vitiligo which makes me have ‘patches’, for lack of a better term, of lighter skin. I’m missing the tip of my right ear. My eyes…”Legend let out a breath. “One’s gold, the other is bright pink. My hair…I still have those stupid dreads that everyone hates, they go down to my mid-back, and as much as I despise it my hair is pink. I have buck-teeth—another feature I loathe.”Legend whistled. “Oh, and my right leg is actually a prosthetic leg.” Four blinked, absorbing the information. “Okay. Scars?” “Wars has a giant burn on his right arm, couple scars on his face—I think they’re from something other than a blade, but he won’t say—and he’s missing a finger on his left hand. I have…gods, I have a lot. Ready?” Four paused for a second, nodding. “Ready.” “I have a massive scar on my back from getting struck by lightning. Scars on my arms and leg from fucking redeads, um, a couple scars on my face from when I was getting used to the pegasus boots…I have one around my neck, don’t ask I won’t tell, scars on my hands too. Scars on my chest from my probably-illegal top surgery. I think that’s it! Man, I have scars everywhere.” Nodding along, Four could make a perfect mental image—or the equivalent—of the two. They really should have asked sooner… “Hey bunny?” “Yeah?” “You sound really clumsy.”

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rockislandadultreads · 6 months

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NoveList Reading Challenge: December

Read a collection of short stories or essays by a non-American author!

Burning Questions by Margaret Atwood

This brilliant selection of essays—funny, erudite, endlessly curious, uncannily prescient—seeks answers to Burning Questions such as:

• Why do people everywhere, in all cultures, tell stories? • How much of yourself can you give away without evaporating? • How can we live on our planet? • Is it true? And is it fair? • What do zombies have to do with authoritarianism?

In over fifty pieces, Atwood aims her prodigious intellect and impish humor at the world, and reports back to us on what she finds. The roller-coaster period covered in the collection brought an end to the end of history, a financial crash, the rise of Trump and a pandemic. From debt to tech, the climate crisis to freedom, from when to dispense advice to the young (answer: only when asked) and how to define granola, we have no better guide than Atwood to the many and varied mysteries of our universe.

Goodbye, Again by Jonny Sun

Jonny Sun is back with a collection of essays and other writings in his unique, funny, and heartfelt style. The pieces range from long meditations on topics like loneliness and being an outsider, to short humor pieces, conversations, and memorable one-liners.

Jonny's honest writings about his struggles with feeling productive, as well as his difficulties with anxiety and depression will connect deeply with his fans as well as anyone attempting to create in our chaotic world.

It also features a recipe for scrambled eggs that might make you cry.

Novelist as a Vocation by Haruki Murakami

Haruki Murakami’s myriad fans will be delighted by this unique look into the mind of a master storyteller. In this engaging book, the internationally best-selling author and famously reclusive writer shares with readers what he thinks about being a novelist; his thoughts on the role of the novel in our society; his own origins as a writer; and his musings on the sparks of creativity that inspire other writers, artists, and musicians. Readers who have long wondered where the mysterious novelist gets his ideas and what inspires his strangely surreal worlds will be fascinated by this highly personal look at the craft of writing.

Ripe Figs by Yasmin Khan

The acclaimed author of Zaitoun returns with vibrant recipes and powerful stories from the islands that bridge the Mediterranean and the Middle East. For thousands of years, the eastern Mediterranean has stood as a meeting point between East and West, bringing cultures and cuisines through trade, commerce, and migration.

Traveling by boat and land, Yasmin Khan traces the ingredients that have spread through the region from the time of Ottoman rule to the influence of recent refugee communities. At the kitchen table, she explores what borders, identity, and migration mean in an interconnected world, and her recipes unite around thickets of dill and bunches of oregano, zesty citrus and sweet dates, thick tahini and soothing cardamom. Khan includes healthy, seasonal, vegetable-focused recipes, such as hot yogurt soups, zucchini and feta fritters, pomegranate and sumac chicken, and candied pumpkin with tahini and date syrup.

Fully accessible for the home cook, with stunning food and location photography, Ripe Figs is a dazzling collection of recipes and stories that celebrate an ever-diversifying region and imagine a world without borders.

#essays #nonfiction #reading challenge #reading recommendations #reading recs #book recommendations #book recs #library books #tbr #tbr pile #to read #booklr #book tumblr #book blog #library blog #readers advisory

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vivi-selfships · 7 months

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cookie & bear for whichever f/o you're currently thinking about? ^-^ - melosorbet

🍪 Cookie ― have you and your f/o ever baked together? what did you make and how did it turn out?

Luca and Azara cook for me often, we're in a thruple and I'm the only one who actually eats food regularly seeing as Luca is a vampire and Azara is a demon, we've baked cupcakes and cookies together a few times and we love decorating them together but Azara's are always the best looking and tasting. I don't know how she does it because we follow the same recipes.

🐻 Bear ― what's your favorite autumnal food? what's your f/o's?

I really love pumpkin bread and warm spiced soups, it's hard to pick a favorite though. Luca loves coffee, he would probably deny it to most people but he LOVES seasonal drinks like pumpkin spice and gingerbread lattes and Azara really loves hot apple pie with vanilla ice cream.

#😈#🥀#selfship ask game #selfship #pro selfship #proship selfship #oc f/o #vampire f/o #demon f/o #proship please interact

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spiritmaiden · 1 year

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[ Sky Link] “i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

"This time... huh..."

Admittedly, that did bring some comfort to her. Much more than it should've, actually. And as guilty as she felt when skepticism laced her tone (because she was certain that he did try his best) the last few attempts were… interesting. That was the nicest way possible to describe her experience with his cooking. She looked down and blinked owlishly. It seemed he went for a simple recipe: a regular bowl of pumpkin soup. Ok. Sure, yeah, she can do this. There's no way someone could mess up pumpkin soup.

"It smells pretty good," she said as she picked up the spoon and brought it close to her lips. She swallowed the soup and…

"Oh!" How to put it. It wasn't the worst thing she ever had, as a matter of fact, she'd gladly argue that this was one of the best dishes he made. Still, he had a way to go, but the blonde believed her friend could master cooking in no time.

"Not bad! It could be a bit on the warmer side, but you did great! Keep it up, Link."

#| answered.#| ic.#warriorsofxwild

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melanielocke · 2 years

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The Stars Collide - Chapter 19

It's been a week since I last updated so here's the next chapter. I only have one chapter left right now, but I'm going to get back to working on it soon.

Alastair entered the kitchen, seemingly upset. Thomas wasn’t sure if he should bring it up or if he should just let Alastair be for a moment. ECT was hard, and perhaps Alastair was still experiencing some side effects.

‘Is it almost finished?’ Alastair asked. ‘I’m really hungry.’

‘Almost, I promise,’ Thomas said. ‘You can help me with the butternut squash if you like.’

‘Okay, what do I do?’

‘You can take it out of the oven and peel it, and then cut it into pieces,’ Thomas said.

Alastair started to work on the roasted butternut squash. Whenever Thomas was feeling upset, he liked to make soup. There were so many varieties of soups, and Thomas was convinced they were the best kind of food. Warm and comforting and perfect for the season. Today he decided to make a butternut squash soup, which was a recipe his mother had taught him. It was a bit of work, but butternut squash was easier to prepare than other types of pumpkin.

‘I didn’t realize you’d spoken to Matthew about… about your suspicions,’ Alastair said.

‘I should have mentioned it,’ Thomas said. ‘It’s just, I didn’t know what to do. I thought talking about it with a friend could help.’

Alastair nodded. ‘It’s a difficult situation for you too.’

‘It is, but nothing compared to what you must be going through. You don’t have to spare my feelings here or take care of me,’ Thomas said. ‘Cordelia suspects too, by the way. The way you covered up her bruise…’

Alastair sighed. He truly sounded weary. ‘There are lots of tutorials for how to cover up bruises. But it did take me a lot of practice until I could conceal bruises so well. I know why she suspects. I just don’t want to talk to her about it.’

‘Should I tell her that?’ Thomas offered.

‘I don’t know. Maybe,’ Alastair said. ‘I’d much rather she didn’t know it happened at all but perhaps it’s too late for that already.’

‘You don’t have to be ashamed of what he did to you,’ Thomas said.

‘That’s what you keep telling me. Matthew too now, which I never saw coming. But your words can’t really change how I feel, can they? Besides, you all are treating me differently for it. And I know if this ever were to come out, other people would too. Everyone would have an opinion. They’ll claim I was lying, or that I deserved it. They used to write about how unlikeable I am in the papers. Or they’ll turn me into someone poor and helpless, someone who should be pitied.’

Thomas was silent for a few moments, focusing on the soup instead. It was a difficult balance to find. He wanted to help Alastair, he wanted to support him and make him feel better, but he knew Alastair didn’t want to be viewed as a victim.

‘I don’t mean to treat you differently. I just want to help,’ Thomas said. ‘I like taking care of people, and maybe I do it too much.’

‘I think the butternut squash is finished, unless you want the pieces to be smaller,’ Alastair said.

‘No, that’s fine, I’m going to blend it into the soup,’ Thomas said.

Thomas added the pieces to the soup and used an immersion blender to puree it into a soup.

‘Is it finished?’ Alastair asked. ‘I haven’t eaten anything all day.’

Alastair wasn’t allowed to eat or drink before the ECT that day because he had to go under narcosis. Thomas hoped he wouldn’t have to do ECT for long because he wouldn’t gain much weight if he had to keep his stomach empty twice a week.

‘It’s done,’ Thomas said. ‘I hope you like it.’

Alastair ate two bowls of the soup along with some toasted bread. Thomas was glad. He liked that Alastair was eating more, but he also really liked that it was his food that Alastair loved so much, he liked being able to provide for him.

Alastair retreated to the guest bedroom not long after dinner, he was exhausted after today, and Thomas stayed in the living room with Matthew.

‘Any news about the break in?’ Matthew asked.

‘They didn’t find anybody, but they’re still searching our rooms for traces,’ Thomas said. ‘We can probably go back there tomorrow. Though I’m considering taking Alastair to Lightwood instead. If we don’t tell too many people where we’re going, those after him might not find us there.’

‘Maybe. But they do know that’s where your family is from, it would be the obvious choice. But if you have sufficient guards that you trust there, it might still be safer. Mom thinks there might be a traitor among our guards.’

‘It would be really impractical to go right now though,’ Thomas said. ‘Alastair just had an intake for mental healthcare today, and he’s doing ECT for his magic issues.’

‘My therapist usually could do online appointments too,’ Matthew said. ‘Since I have to travel the planet sometimes whether I want to or not. It’s not really a good idea to do for the long term, but he still has to get a diagnosis and treatment plan and everything, you could do that appointment online and then see how to proceed.’

Thomas would discuss it with Alastair tomorrow when he was feeling better. The ECT had an effect on him, he appeared drowsier and tired and Thomas hoped he could sleep it off.

‘Maybe that would work,’ Thomas said.

‘How is your marriage working out for you? Is he any good in bed?’ Matthew asked.

Thomas was taken aback by Matthew’s direct questioning. ‘I wouldn’t know. We’re not sleeping together.’

Matthew tilted his head. ‘Really? So, how exactly does that work? You sleep in the same bed, right?’

‘Yes. We both keep to our own sides,’ Thomas said. ‘And only because I don’t have a guest bedroom. Alastair doesn’t want to sleep with me. But if he ever found out I wanted to…’

‘What makes you think that?’ Matthew asked. ‘From the way he’s looking at you, he seems rather eager.’

Thomas’ face turned a bright red. ‘He doesn’t, okay? He just got out of his marriage with Charles, he needs time to heal.’

‘Has he said that?’

‘He wouldn’t,’ Thomas said. ‘That’s exactly the problem. He wouldn’t tell me the truth about what he wants, he is still used to catering to Charles’ needs and neglecting his own.’

Matthew sighed. ‘Thomas, those are a lot of assumptions. I’m not getting any of that when I look at him.’

‘No offense, but you’ve never been particularly good at knowing how other people feel.’

‘I’m not but at least I know not to make that many assumptions,’ Matthew said. ‘You’re not a mind reader. You don’t know what Alastair needs better than he does. It’s completely normal for both of you to want to have sex. You’re not hurting him by being attracted to him. Sure, sex can be an unhealthy coping mechanism, speaking from experience here, but it’s also a healthy part of relationships.’

Thomas had to admit Matthew had a point. Perhaps he was making too many assumptions. Perhaps he was trying too hard to keep Alastair safe and neglected his own desires, not to mention that he hadn’t asked Alastair what he really wanted. While he knew he had to discuss his feelings, he wasn’t sure how, and Thomas knew himself well enough to know he was going to postpone this. Indefinitely.

‘I genuinely don’t think he likes me that way,’ Thomas said.

Matthew shrugged. ‘You won’t know until you ask him.’

Thomas went to bed early too, and he found Alastair awake when he got into his side of the bed.

‘I’m sorry, did I wake you?’

‘No, I was already awake,’ Alastair said.

‘Nightmare?’

‘I don’t think so. I don’t remember if I dreamed. I just wake every few hours,’ Alastair said. ‘I’ll fall back asleep eventually.’

‘Oh, okay,’ Thomas said. ‘How’s your memory?’

‘Still not back, but I haven’t slept that long yet,’ Alastair said. ‘Good night.’

‘Good night.’

Thomas woke up that morning to find Alastair already up and dressed in Matthew’s living room, seemingly lost in thought.

‘Good morning,’ Thomas said.

Alastair startled. ‘Oh. Good morning.’

‘Were you in a memory?’

‘Yes, it’s working again, and I think even better than before, though that might just be my bias. No luck with retrieving my lost memories yet, but I did have a dream last night. It was about the experiments, again, but since I can’t find it in my memory I can’t be sure if it’s real or not.’

‘Anything in particular?’

‘There was a woman,’ Alastair said. ‘Everyone seemed to think she was very important. She was around my mother’s age I think. But I can’t remember her face, which is very frustrating.’

‘Right, you don’t remember dreams.’

‘Wish I did,’ Alastair said. ‘Then maybe I could find out if anyone recognized that woman. Though she might not even be from the Seven Planets at all…’

Thomas frowned. ‘You think anyone outside the Seven Planets might be involved with this?’

‘I don’t know.’ Alastair sighed. ‘If that were the case, these experiments would be far worse than I could have imagined.’

‘Listen, I’ve been thinking. After what happened, I thought you might be safer in Lightwood,’ Thomas said. ‘We have guards my father trusts, very limited staff. And the area is beautiful. I know it’s a little impractical with your ECT and therapy, but I’m sure we can figure something out.’

‘Lightwood must have hospitals with ECT too,’ Alastair said.

‘There is a hospital not far from my father’s estate,’ Thomas said. ‘And Matthew thinks it might be possible to have online appointments with your therapist sometime. I don’t know for how long we’ll be in Lightwood, but maybe they can refer you to someone in the area too.’

‘Okay. That sounds good. When are we leaving?’

‘As soon as we can,’ Thomas said. ‘Maybe you can ask Cordelia to fly us there? Lucie will understand, it’s for your safety.’

‘I’ll ask her,’ Alastair said.

Thomas called the number security had given him to see if there were any updates on the break in. They would finish their investigation of the rooms later that day, but so far there had been no conclusive evidence, and no one had found the man at sea. In conclusion, they didn’t know anything yet and Thomas was even more determined to leave for Lightwood.

He called his father. There was a time zone difference between the castle and Lightwood of four hours, but it was later in Lightwood and his father would be awake at this point.

‘Thomas, it’s good to hear from you,’ his father said. ‘How have you been? Are you happy with your husband?’

‘I am not sure how to answer that,’ Thomas said. ‘There’s a lot going on, and we think someone might be after Alastair. I thought it might be safer to stay in Lightwood for a while, it might be safer than the palace.’

‘Oh. Yes, of course you and Alastair are welcome. When are you coming? Is there anything you need? I’ll inform the guard that you need extra protection.’

‘Just to have my rooms prepared,’ Thomas said. ‘We’ll probably leave later today, once we’d have the time to pack. I’ll let you know.’

‘Do you have a flight?’

‘Alastair’s asking Cordelia to take us, that’ll be safer,’ Thomas said. ‘She’s his sister, and she’s a pilot. She works for Lucie now. Might be that we don’t arrive until somewhere in the night though.’

‘You have the key, right? Let me know once you leave how late you’ll expect to be there.’

Thomas hang up the phone after saying goodbye and then went to find Alastair, who’d gone outside onto the roof. Matthew’s rooms were at the top floor of the palace. While Thomas had a balcony, Matthew had something like a garden that was on the roof.

‘Much has changed here,’ Alastair said.

‘It’s a mess,’ Thomas agreed.

‘I think that’s going to be a pool,’ Alastair said. ‘Though I’m not sure why you’d want a pool on the roof when the beach is right outside.’

‘To be fair, from here outside is pretty far,’ Thomas said.

‘We’re very high up,’ Alastair said. ‘I try to stay away from the edge. It makes me dizzy, and scared I’m going to jump. I don’t want to jump.’

‘And you’re not going to,’ Thomas said. ‘I’ve been told it’s normal to be scared of jumping when you’re at such a great height, even if you’ve never considered ending your life.’

‘Oh. I didn’t know that,’ Alastair said. ‘Matthew kept the hot tub. I never really saw the point of that since the bathroom has a whirlpool bath. I preferred the bath inside anyway.’

‘Matthew has always loved luxury,’ Thomas said.

Compared to this, Thomas’ quarters felt like a small apartment, but then he’d never had the same desire for luxury Matthew did. Sure, he liked a nice bath and a jacuzzi might be nice to use every once in a while, but buying one to place in his own quarters just didn’t seem worth the money. Even for royalty, there were limits to how much money one could just spend on luxury, and Matthew had never been good at staying on the safe side. He was lucky his fashion business was such a big success.

‘I can tell,’ Alastair said. ‘Charles liked luxury too, but in a less over the top way. His interior was all greys. I prefer your rooms. They’re far more cozy and charming. When we get back… would it be alright if I made some changes here and there? I like it, but it still feels all yours.’

‘Of course. What did you have in mind?’

‘A Turanian rug, for starters,’ Alastair said. ‘I think that’d fit with your color scheme quite well, and for me it’d feel more like home. And when I lived with my parents on Turan, I had a collection of decorative daggers.’

‘I’d like that,’ Thomas said. ‘And if there’s anything else, just tell me. I want you to feel at home. Did you speak to Cordelia?’

‘Lucie had been meaning to go on a trip to Lightwood sometime, since there are some charm ingredients she wouldn’t be able to find anywhere else,’ Alastair said. ‘So Cordelia is flying us all, and they’re packing. With her military training, Cordelia would be able to protect us too, so she said she’d do that.’

‘My father said we’re welcome. And they’re finishing the investigation at twelve, so after that we can go back to our rooms to pack. Before then, would you like to go downstairs to get something to eat? Matthew probably isn’t waking anytime soon and I feel weird raiding his kitchen, but there’s a café at the ground floor.’

@alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer @life-through-the-eyes-of @styxdrawings @justanormaldemon @ipromiseiwillwrite @a-dream-dirty-and-bruised @amchara @all-for-the-fanfiction @imsoftforthomastair @ddepressedbookworm @queenlilith43 @wagner-fell @cant-think-of-anything @laylax13s @tessherongraystairs @boredfangirl16 @artist-in-soul @broodyhawthorne @ikissedsmithparker

#Alastair Carstairs #Thomas Lightwood #Thomastair #the last hours #Matthew Fairchild #tlh #the stars collide #fanfiction

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shadowqueen402 · 2 years

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Your headcanons are so fun!

Keeping on topic with fall, what is everyone’s favorite fall food? There are many desserts, foods, beverages, pastries, etc. that come to mind when I think of fall, and I’m curious as to what your thoughts are!

Ooh, okay!

Jose Gallard: He loves eating Pozole, which is a Mexican traditional soup or stew made from hominy (dried corn kernels) and meat (either pork or chicken). He usually seasons it with lime and salsa. For drinks, he prefers drinking Mexican hot chocolate which has cinnamon in it.

Fiona Demetria: She'll definately eat pumpkin spice cinnamon rolls every now and then. She even makes sure to leave some for Haoyu to snack on. She also loves Chai tea and drinks it in the fall and winter.

Yuri Brand: Her mother makes the best chocolate chip cookies at this time of year. So she will obviously snack on one or two. Also, hot chocolate is a must for her.

Haoyu Chang: Fall means Mid-Autumn Festival. So for Haoyu and his family, he will be totally eating mooncakes, which are considered a delicacy in China. His favorite ones are those that have red bean paste filling. And he will drink Oolong tea as well.

Sana Hudson: She is obsessed with pumpkin pie! Since childhood, she would look forward to having some on Thanksgiving. She would also help herself to a hot Cappuccino.

Cass Milligan: Cass has eaten cinnamon rolls as a child and still does. As an adult, she drinks Pumpkin Spice Latte with Attilio. She also loves apple pie.

Cal Suresh: His wife made the best blueberry pie ever. He has her recipe and makes it every year to remember her. Plus, he loves casseroles of any kind.

Iben Bia: Her father used to make a delicious lasagna. So she loves it a lot. She makes it every year on Thanksgiving and once let her son know that his late grandfather used to make it.

Attilio Caccini: He loves drinking Pumpkin Spice latte. He may or may not sneak a piece of Halloween candy for himself. Though, Cass may scold him for it.

Lucy Wong: She adores comfort foods in the fall. Chicken noodle soup, macaroni and cheese, red velvet cake, you name it. She will either drink a Frappucino or sweetened black tea.

Eis Glover: He loves turkey and mashed potatoes in Thanksgiving. He also loves Pumpkin pie like Sana does.

Bruce Stone: He loves tomato soup. Especially if it's served with saltine crackers. He also drinks decaffinated, green tea.

#balan wonderworld #headcanon #jose gallard #fiona demetria #yuri brand #haoyu chang #sana hudson #cass milligan #cal suresh #iben bia #attilio caccini #lucy wong #eis glover #bruce stone

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stardewlily · 6 months

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The Best Birthday Present He Could Ever Have

A Stardew Valley one shot about the relationship between Sebastian and my farmer, Lily. I had to do some frantic scribbling to get this ready in time! But finally, here it is. A little late but happy birthday to my beloved husband! <3

Synopsis: Sebastian brings Lily home from hospital to find that despite her illness she has still found the time to create the perfect birthday gift for him

Cast: Original Female Character, Sebastian, Robin

Contents: Established Relationship (Married), Family Dynamics, Love, Romance, Fluff

Warnings: None

"Sebby, you don't have to carry me to the farmhouse," Lily said as Sebastian opened the truck door and slid his arms underneath her. "I can manage."

"Indulge me," he said softly, lifting her easily against his chest.

Already exiting the front seat with their bags Robin laughed. "You'd better let him have his way, Lily," she said. "My son's almost as stubborn as I am when he gets an idea in his head."

"I know he is," Lily smiled at her husband, stroking his cheek fondly.

"I'm just going to go ahead and open up for you!" Robin called over her shoulder.

"You know I'm okay really, don't you?" Lily looked up at him as he carried her down the path towards the front door. "It was just appendicitis, I'll be fine in a few weeks."

"Harvey said you need to rest," he kissed her on the forehead. "And I know what you're like for trying to do too much. I'm going to make damn sure you follow his orders!"

"Come on in, you two," Robin swung the door open for them. "I made a pot of pumpkin soup for you… oh, and I think Nyx missed you a bit!" She laughed as a black, furry streak shot into the kitchen and started winding itself around Sebastian's ankles.

Sebastian set his wife gently in a chair at the kitchen table before kneeling down and petting the effusive feline, who leapt immediately onto his legs, butting his chin with her head before finally hopping into Lily's lap and performing the same greeting there.

"Hey Nyxxie," Lily rubbed her pet behind the ears. "I missed you too, you crazy cat."

"I'm going to leave you to it now," Robin laid a hand on her son's arm as he stood up. "Make sure Lily doesn't overwork herself after her surgery, all right?"

"I will and thanks for the lift back." He cocked his head at Lily and raised an eyebrow meaningfully. "See? She knows what you're like too!"

"Okay, okay," Lily laughed self-deprecatingly. "I promise I'll behave!"

"You fancy some of this?" Sebastian asked as the door closed behind his mother. He lifted the lid off the pot and breathed in deeply. "It's my mom's patented recipe and it smells really good!"

"I could try some," Lily said, still petting a frantically purring cat. "I need to get my appetite back and Harvey said soup would be a good thing for me to eat to start with."

"You sit right there," he said, grabbing spoons and bowls. "I'll serve." He laughed. "She even left me a little birthday cake too!"

Lily frowned as he placed a steaming bowl in front of her. "Oh Yoba, Seb, I'm so sorry, because of my surgery we aren't going to be able to do any of the things we had planned for your birthday." She hung her head, stirring the soup dejectedly. "It's all been such terrible timing…"

Sebastian reached across the table and brushed back the hair that had fallen into her face. "Don't be silly, baby, having you safe and sound with me is the only birthday present I need."

She looked up at him and he smiled to see tears forming in her eyes. His sweet Lily, always so emotional. He loved her for that. "Oh Sebby, I know, but it's my first time sharing your birthday and I wanted it to be so special." She put down her spoon and started to get up.

"What do you need, sweetheart?" he asked, immediately concerned for her. "Let me get it for you."

She let out a little sigh of relief. "Can you pass me that blue bag we brought back from Harvey's?"

"Of course," he rose to his feet, picked it up from its place near the door and handed it to her.

She set aside her soup and rifled through the bag's contents, finally pulling out a box which he couldn't help but notice had 'Sebby's Prezzy' written on it. He smiled to see the little love hearts she had drawn all around it.

"This is for you, Sebby," she pushed it across the table and into his hands. "I know it's not wrapped or anything, but open it anyway."

He knew she was looking at him anxiously as he took off the lid but for a moment he simply couldn't say anything, so nonplussed by the contents of the box that all he could do was reach inside and pull out his present.

"Is he okay?" Lily asked, voice wavering slightly. "I tried so hard to make him just right, I asked your mom to bring in a photo so that I could copy it perfectly… his hands and feet were hard to stitch so I'm sorry if…"

"Lily…" he trailed off, all he could do was stare at what he held in his hands. A frog plush. But not a standard store-bought one, this had been hand made and looked exactly the same as the one he had owned as a small boy, the one he had lost when he and his mom had moved to Pelican Town when his dad left them.

"Lily…" his eyes filled with tears. No one had ever…

"Sebby…?"

"Lily, when… when did you find the time to make this? I was with you all the time after your surgery… you know Harvey was joking about setting up a bed for me too!"

"I stayed up at night to make him for you." He looked up to see her eyes fixed on him, so full of love and devotion he could hardly stand it.

"You stayed up at night… after surgery… to make this for me?"

"Of course," she said simply, the sweetest smile lighting up her face. "I'd do anything for you, Sebby. Do you like him?"

"Like him?" He climbed out of his chair, rounded the table and was on his knees a second later, arms around her waist, burying his face in the warmth of her stomach. "He's perfect, I love him..." tears burst out of him, "but nowhere near as much as I love you for making him for me!"

Lily laughed with delight and wrapped her arms around him, cradling his head and stroking his hair. He sobbed and let himself be held. He'd spent so long feeling worthless but now, now he finally belonged… right here… with her. His precious wife.

The best birthday present he could ever have.

~The End~

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