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summersfirstsnow · 2 years

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I'm reading (trying to read) Fresh Banana Leaves: Healing Indigenous Landscapes through Indigenous Science by Dr. Jessica Hernandez right now and I really want to gather knowledge from this book but I am beginning to suspect that of being an impossibility.

There's POTENTIAL there, I think, but it needed both line edits (some of the words selected are not... the words the author intended? I figured out what word she was going for based on context) and larger edits (there are incredibly repetitive sections, for one thing). The way my brain works means that I can't... turn off the part of my brain wired to dissect the language and figure out how to put it together in a way that would flow. I actually enjoy editing for this reason, but it's not a mindset I like to have for a book I'm trying to learn from, because it can be very distracting.

Also I find the way the author uses "ecocolonialism" really confusing because my own experiences with the literature have seen it used in a very different and specific way. (This very well might just be because of my own reading focuses.) In my readings, ecocolonialism has more referred to the modern practice of enacting colonialist structures and approaches under the guise of environmental protection/conservation (ex. driving an Indigenous community from their land and/or preventing their traditional practices in the name of conserving a part of that land or ecosystem) (an example that would likely be familiar to North Americans would be the creation of the National Parks systems in both Canada and the United States and the resultant dispossession and forced relocation of multiple Indigenous communities... internationally there are also several carbon trading organisations that come to mind).

Again. I'm not sure if this particular challenge is just because I'm applying it inflexibly (inflexibility being one of my many vices), but I suspect that I might not be the only reader familiar with the literature who struggles to make that shift (and who might have benefited from more clarity on the application).

#I really really wanted to be able to learn something here #but I just... did this even get one (1) pass from an editor?#because I have read first year undergrad papers with more coherency #presumably because those undergrads have access to a library program full of writing services and editing tools #and editors #anyway I will proceed to go to bed now...#and now a word from the blogger #books #fresh banana leaves musings #fresh banana leaves #ecocolonialism #(in case this becomes a recurring tag as I my way through the book and anyone wants to Not Hear About It Thanks Kel)

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commonwealthoccurences · 1 year

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Cabin Fever

CW: Suspension of disbelief required. Friends to lovers, Danse is sweet, etc.

It started with wistful reminiscing.

The Brotherhood of Steel was on a sort of lockdown. The Institute was getting frustrated with their interference and began actively hunting down Brotherhood members. Elder Maxson wasn’t so much worried about this as he wanted the Institute to think he was; while they were on a lockdown to convince the Institute that they were retreating, scared, Paladins were moving in the shadows in an attempt to gather information and hopefully catch the Institute by surprise. Unfortunately, while Maxson said they provided valuable insight, Sole was not a Paladin.

They had been stuck in the Prydwen for two weeks, and they were past getting cabin fever.

Danse was kind enough to humor them in the few glimpses of free time he had between getting sent out into the Commonwealth. Their musings often turned to before the war. Not out of some stinging homesickness and nostalgia, but for the conveniences and commodities that the modern day should’ve had if the bombs hadn’t dropped. Sole sighed and leaned back. No one was even supposed to be on the decks except for the guards, but they had kindly turned a blind eye when they’d skulked out and sat against the railing for a breath of fresh air. It was minutes after Danse had finished debrief that he joined Sole on the deck and sat next to them, looking out over the Commonwealth. “You’re not supposed to be out here.” He said, though it was little more than a throwaway comment.

Sole smiled and rolled their eyes. They were biting at their nails, a bad habit they had kicked before the stress of the lockdown got to them. That drew a look of disapproval out of Danse, an eyebrow raised and the corners of his mouth downturned. Sole sighed and pulled their thumb away from their teeth and made a point to spit the bit of nail in their mouth between the bars of the railing, off into the abyss of empty air above the Wasteland. “Y’know what I miss?” Sole started.

“Air conditioning?”

“Good guess. It isn’t summer yet, though, you’ve got time before I start complaining about that again. No, I miss peanut butter and banana sandwiches.”

Danse grew confused and tilted his head at them. They had to resist the urge to brush their hand along his jaw in affection, so they looked away instead, squinting at the setting sun. “God, how do I even explain this?”

There was something still so odd about the idea that bananas simply didn’t exist anymore. Sole never really remembered just how much was missing until moments like this, where the reality of having to explain a fruit that had been so common slapped them in the face. “Hmm. I’m sure you’ve seen some examples on old advertisements. Bananas were… long. Yellow. A fruit. Seedless. I don’t know how much more information I can really give.”

“A fruit… were they like mutfruit?”

“God, no. Mutfruit are far too acidic. A little too sweet, too. Bananas were very neutral, soft, not very acidic at all. If you ate one you wouldn’t know they were slightly acidic, even.”

“Sounds good.” Danse offered in reply.

Sole knew he was humoring them, but they lappreciated it anyway. They stuck their legs through the railing and swung their feet back and forth. There was really no reference for nuts in the Wasteland, nothing Sole could even think to compare peanuts to. They rested their forehead against the railing and looked over at Danse, who appeared to be lost in though. It was mere minutes, though, before a Brotherhood member stepped onto the deck and announced yet another field summons for Danse.

They couldn’t resist sighing in disappointment as he stood, tucking his helmet under his arm. For a second, he was going to leave without another word. After a year of knowing Sole, he knew goodbyes were hard for them. Instead, he paused in the doorway to the Prydwen and rapped his knuckles against the doorway. “I’ll be back soon.”

He didn’t receive a response, but he wasn’t expecting one. When he returned to the deck minutes later for departure, Sole was gone.

It was weeks of sparse news and shaky reports of survival that kept him from returning "soon." Sole cursed him for saying that as they paced their quarters, their nails all bitten down to the beds and bleeding. Haylen had been kind enough to apply ointment one day without any questions, but their teeth were a force to be reckoned with, and their skin was raw by the next hour.

Sole knew the risks when they joined the Brotherhood, when they got attached to Danse. They questioned if it was worth it; every breath felt like dry-drowning. Their pacing grew sluggish until they were folded up in a chair in the corner, knees tucked to their chest, startling themself every time they began nodding off.

News came a week and a half after the scouting unit's last report– two weeks after they were supposed to return. The sudden rushing in the halls alerted Sole that something was happening, but it wasn't until they stepped out into the halls and saw familiar faces on stretchers and the tight-lipped Brotherhood doctors that realization dawned on them.

Sole didn't have time to get nauseous and start shaking. They'd started moving before they even fully realized what was happening. Protocol called for a clearing of the halls and the orderly, single-file transportation of the wounded before the rest of the soldiers involved could unload from the deck. Sole wasn't sitting and waiting to find out if Danse was one of the wounded. Protocol be damned.

They dodged medics and makeshift stretchers and shouting assistants like their life depended on it, paying no mind to the cries about their blatant disregard for what the Brotherhood had established. The wind was so fierce it bit at their skin when they emerged from the Prydwen, scanning a crowded deck so fast they felt dizzy. But there was a familiar set of armor amongst the mess of higher-ups and Scribes attempting to help.

Sole got a running start before Danse even turned, nearly barreling him over when they caught him in a hug, one arm around his neck and the other around his back. "You're alive." They exhaled.

"We're okay. Just, uh--" Danse shifted their weight off of his shoulder with a grimace that almost hid the red gracing his cheeks. "Dislocated," he explained.

"God, I'm sorry." Sole took a few steps back, looking him over.

Other than the way he was holding himself that obviously indicated something was wrong with his shoulder, he had a small gash above his eyebrow. Another scar to add to the list. He seemed okay, though, and he wasn't on one of the stretchers. It felt like the air had returned to their lungs and the sense to their head, if only slightly. "Let's go, I can fix your shoulder."

"I can see the medics after I debrief with Elder Maxson."

Unfortunately for Danse, the look of furious determination on their face was enough to change his mind. Maxson knew how they were, anyway. He would guess where Danse had ended up. Sole tended to take it a bit personally when Maxson sent Danse on missions where things turned out poorly, especially if it was preventable.

Humoring Sole as always, Danse fell into step behind them. He was always slightly off when he returned– he couldn't wash the rhythm of being in the field away for hours until he had settled into the Prydwen again. He was still stiff, his footsteps carefully practiced and even in pacing.

"Ought to strangle Maxson the next time I see him." Sole mumbled under their breath, moving around their quarters. "Lie down."

Danse removed the last of his armor and obeyed readily, familiar with the routine of Sole setting dislocated limbs back into place. They smoothed their fingertips over his shoulder as a silent apology before handing him a rag to bite down on and positioning his arm. Patiently, they waited for his nod of consent before jerking his arm upward abruptly. The groan he let out was one of simultaneous distress and relief as he rolled onto his opposite side; anything to get away from anything touching the area.

Sole sat quietly on the edge of the bed and rubbed their fingertips across their brow. There was a moment where all was silent except for their breathing; Danse's labored, but slowing, and Sole's steady with relief. "Let me see that cut on your forehead." They requested.

Danse took a moment to get himself upright and sighed. The blood had already congealed, a scab forming, and they both knew this would be more for Sole's peace of mind. They pulled a first aid kit out of their nightstand and began tapping alcohol out onto a piece of gauze. "How bad was it?" They asked, unsure if they wanted the answer.

"Certainly not the worst. They figured out what we were doing, somewhere along the way. Set up an ambush. McMullen got the worst of it since he was leading– my shoulder was already dislocated and we had to keep moving, but he'll be alright. Looks worst than it is since you weren't there."

"I should've been there."

Sole's inability to join the Paladins was a tense subject, one that they had furiously fought Maxson on, but had ultimately lost. "Probably would've been better off if you were. But you were safe here."

Sole shook their head slightly and placed a butterfly bandage over the cut. "It'll be a scar by next week."

"Thank you."

They nodded and sunk down onto the edge of their bed next to him. "Oh. Wait."

Danse began rummaging around in the knapsack he had tossed to the side. Carefully, he pulled something out and handed it to them, but wouldn't make eye contact. "What is it?" Sole asked.

"I tried to– there weren't really adequate substitutes, but– I mean, we ended up in an Institute lab and they had been working on Old World things. Part of it was culinary, and– well, there weren't bananas, but there was banana flavoring, and I made a paste out of fern flowers, because you commented once that they tasted sort of nutty, and–"

Danse's rambling was quickly cut off by Sole's lips pressed against his own, their hand cupping his jaw as they leaned down from where they had gotten up out of a rush of excitement. After a moment, Sole pulled away, and Danse hesitated to open his eyes, his lips still parted slightly. He finally blinked at them. "Uh, yeah."

Sole rushed forward again, pushing him back flat onto the bed, climbing in his lap and kissing him more insistently. Their hand had caught him from hitting his shoulder against the hard, Brotherhood-issue mattress, and served as better leverage to pull him against them. When they finally pulled away again, they whispered a breathless, "Thank you." Against his mouth.

"Uh huh."

Sole sat back against his thighs, refusing to pull away from him, and unwrapped the sandwich. The bread was stale, but all Commonwealth bread felt that way, no matter how freshly baked it was. They took a bite and chewed. And chewed. And chewed. Danse stared up at them and took the time to gather his thoughts again. "Uh… so?" He asked.

They paused. "This tastes like shit, I won't even lie to you."

Sole tried to suppress a laugh, but it broke free. It was hard for Danse to feel disappointed– at least they were laughing. "Really?"

"Yeah. God, it's awful. And way stickier than I expected. I hate to tell you, but banana flavoring barely tastes like bananas." They laughed and leaned in for another kiss, lingering.

Danse pulled away with a grimace. "Yeah, it's disgusting, and you taste like it now."

Sole chuckled with delight as they rolled away from him, the sandwich abandoned on their bedside table. "You should go debrief Maxson."

Danse sighed. "Yes, I should."

"Mhm." They walked him to the door, but held their hand against it to prevent him from opening it. "And while you're gone I'll brush my teeth, yeah?"

"Uh. Yeah. Sure. That's--" Danse nodded.

Sole pulled away from the door and grasped his collar, drawing him into another kiss. "Good luck." they said, opening the door for him. Danse emerged from their quarters both bright red and grimacing from the taste.

Fun fact, banana flavor (the commonly consumed variery) changed in the 50s so presumably the discrepancy that we experience between real bananas and banana flavoring wouldn't have happened to Sole, but again, suspension of disbelief.

#Fallout 4 #Fo4 #paladin danse #oneshot #fluff #gn sole survivor

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guardian-of-gotham · 1 year

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When Harvey opened the door to his office on the first day of his new job, the first thing to greet him was a range of smells similar to a buffet table all set for Sunday brunch at a nice diner. The next thing to greet him was the sight of his best friend of several years, Bruce Wayne, turning towards the door in surprise after having lost track of time while obsessing over the smallest, perfectionistic details he wanted to get right before the other man arrived.

"Harvey?" Bruce glanced at the clock above the door, confirming that it was in fact time for his friend's shift to start soon. "Shit. Um... Surprise!?" Despite his own self-consciousness regarding his preparations, everything looked immaculate and over the top. Tea lights set atop miniature scales of justice were strewn about the room, safely distanced from anything flammable, of course, and a pair of detachable sconces containing a pot of algerian ivy were hung on the two side walls. Behind his friend's new desk was a large, round blackboard with "Congratulations Harvey!" written on it in an elegant font, and framing the whole thing was a giant golden laurel wreath. Off to the side was the true center of attention, though: a banquet cart supporting a larger set of scales, each tray laden with an assortment of food.

On the left, the dishes included grits and eggs with fried bologna, creamy mushroom and brie croissant sandwiches, bananas foster belgian waffles, cinnamon rolls, tahitian vanilla bean souffle with salted caramel anglaise, bourbon pecan cream cheese stuffed french toast, and buttermilk biscuits with sides of butter and sausage gravy. Underneath the tray, there was a chafing fuel can to keep everything warm. Such a thing wasn't present under the right tray, though, which contained chilled or room temperature foods, like chocolate-dipped strawberries, banana slices with a chocolate peanut butter ganache dipping sauce, coffee crumb cake, white chocolate raspberry scones, and a bowl of fresh raspberries and sliced strawberries with whipped cream. To the side of that tray, there was also a bucket of ice containing a bottle of Dom Perignon dated the year of Harvey's birth and a few pitchers of various juices. Meanwhile, the warmed tray had beside it a pot of coffee, a thermal carafe containing steamed milk, a tin of hot cocoa mix, a few jars of various syrups and toppings, and a ceramic cup containing a recently-made salted caramel latte with a laurel wreath drawn in the foam on top, a design which Bruce had spent months perfecting each time he made himself coffee at his own office.

Speaking of Bruce, the man himself looked nowhere near as elegant as everything he'd set up. Having gotten no sleep at all between the previous night's patrol and the extensive time spent in the kitchen this morning, his eyes were accented with a prominent pair of dark circles. He was sweaty and disheveled from running around to get everything done in time, leaving several strands of his otherwise slicked-back hair hanging in front of his face. To keep from over-heating, his shirt was only half-buttoned with the sleeves rolled up, and while his suit jacket hung neatly from the coat rack at the door, his tie hung loosely over his shoulders. He'd hoped to have the time to make himself look more presentable before Harvey arrived, but instead, he quite literally appeared to be a hot mess.

"Oh, um, these are for you!" Bruce blurted suddenly, stepping aside to reveal an ornate glass vase containing a bouquet of red and blue pansies on Harvey's desk. His new position also revealed a lock-picking kit he'd set aside there earlier, as well as a microwave and mini fridge tied up with red ribbon next to some filing cabinets against the back wall, but he was too tired and nervous about his friend's reaction to comment on, or even pay attention to any of that. A fiery pink haze spread across his cheeks as that nervousness shifted to embarrassment over the dawning realization that he'd likely overdone things.

"This isn't too much, is it?"

#who is muses #you absolutely should not feel obligated to match this length #i don't think I've ever spent this many paragraphs just describing things before #i also don't think i've ever done as many google searches for one starter/response as I did for this one 😅

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my muses' favorite things...

Jayn

Food - peach ice cream & herb-crusted fish

Drink - hot coffee mixed with chocolate OR sangria

Colour - gold & where deep blue meets violet

Season - spring/summer

Scent - lavender

Instrument - violin

Time of Day - late morning

Item - anthology of fiction from her childhood

Movie - Iron Man

Naela

Food - Moroccan-style tagine (stew w/lamb, dried fruit, spices)

Drink - pretty much any fruit juice made fancy (like mimosas)

Color - periwinkle/lavender (like her/her mom's eyes)

Season - summer

Scent - fresh flowers

Music - harp OR anything by Shakira

Time of Day - late morning

Item - her sword(s) OR a worn fantasy romance paperback

Movie - The Princess Bride

Achilles

Food - banana pancakes OR spanakopita

Drink - he just wants gin, a frappuccino, or water

Color - sea green

Season - summer

Scent - the sea

Music - pop (like Britney Spears) & rock (like Nickelback)

Time of Day - noon

Item - a pair of earrings that his mom bought him

Movie - Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith

Jas

Food - Japanese food (sushi, curry rice, mochi)

Drink - peppermint tea

Color - bubblegum pink

Season - spring

Scent - citrus

Music - classical (piano)

Time of Day - noon

Item - her dad’s necklace (Wayland ring on a leather cord)

Movie - A Bug’s Life (her dad took her to see it when she was little)

Skadi

Food - beef pot pie (potatoes, peas, carrots) OR blueberry muffins

Drink - something w/cinnamon (rum/horchata) OR Bai Mu Dan tea

Color - forest green

Season - spring & autumn

Scent - cinnamon OR fresh pastry

Music - low woodwinds & chanting

Time of Day - morning

Item - a Jotnar song her parent taught her

Movie - the LOTR trilogy + Good Will Hunting

Oraia

Food - dolmades (Greek stuffed grape leaves), pizettes (Italian chocolate cookies w/almonds & cinnamon)

Drink - paloma (tequila, lime juice, grapefruit soda) or mojito (white rum, sugar, lime juice, soda water & mint); peach green tea

Color - N/A, though she wears a lot of blue & white

Season - any time that isn't cold

Scent - vanilla

Music - Euopop, modern rock, anything worth dancing to

Time of Day - just after sundown

Item - the knife her mom gave her

Movie - Jumping the Broom OR Disney's Hercules

Hestia

Food - Thai coconut chicken soup OR Bûche de Noël [Yule Log]

Drink - Kahlua & Chai OR Chai Tea Latte

Color - orange

Season - winter

Scent - whatever her lover & her kid smell like

Music - 90s pop (mostly dance songs)

Time of Day - early morning

Item - picture of herself & a bunch of the X-Men outside

Movie - Love Actually

Rose

Food - garlic noodles (also she's a vegan, just sayin')

Drink - bourbon OR green tea (either w/honey)

Color - ballet pink OR white

Season - spring (no solstices & few cold breezes)

Scent - the sea

Music - punk-pop (especially acoustic covers)

Time of Day - early afternoon

Item - magic locket (allows for multidimensional comm w/father)

Movie - The Prestige

Aurelia

Food - chicken vindaloo

Drink - simple stuff. Latte. Tom Collins. CBD oil ;)

Color - jade green & gold

Season - summer

Scent - dewy grass, hot cocoa, woodsy cologne

Music - classic rock (especially The Rolling Stones)

Time of Day - early evening

Item - her wand OR a souvenir scarf from Nigeria

Movie - Die Hard OR Waiting to Exhale

Rela

Food - Jogan fruit OR a simple Chinese-style stir fry (vegetarian)

Drink - doesn’t like alcohol; Royal English Breakfast Tea (w/milk)

Color - the electric blue of a holobook

Season - autumn

Scent - trees & forests in general

Music - acoustic covers & R&B

Time of Day - middle of the night

Item - her late master, Maglos Nerot's, yellow lightsaber

Movie - historical documentaries (w/o reenactments)

Eugenia

Food - carbonara (pasta)

Drink - hates alcohol; Arnold Palmer (tea & lemonade)

Color - maroon

Season - spring

Scent - dewy grass

Music - R&B + 00s pop

Time of Day - late morning

Item - she can't pick (isn't materialistic anyway)

Movie - The Bodyguard OR Legends of the Fall

Shayera

Food - chicken mole enchiladas OR falafel

Drink - Hurricane (3x rum, grenadine, OJ, simple syrup) OR a vaguely fruity thing infused w/some caffeine

Color - hot pink

Season - autumn

Scent - cocoa butter

Music - 90s rap & modern alt (Hozier)

Time of Day - noon

Item - her mace

Movie - The Equalizer OR Rush Hour

Mu Lan

Food - nkwobi (spicy Nigerian stew w/cow foot & fish stock)

Drink - ginger beer (doesn't like drinking often)

Color - crimson

Season - spring

Scent - ginger

Music - violin OR indie folk (The Civil Wars, The Lumineers...)

Time of Day - late morning

Item - petals that she preserves in her books

Movie - Miss Congeniality

Monet

Food - steak (medium) frites

Drink - sidecar cocktail (cognac, orange liqueur, lemon juice)

Color - maroon

Season - summer

Scent - apple pie

Music - 80s pop music

Time of Day - noon

Item - her black trenchcoat (which she sometimes wears as M)

Movie - The Mummy

Fantomex

Food - pretty much anything French that's 4-star quality

Drink - White Russian (vodka, coffee liqueur & cream)

Color - white, sometimes silver

Season - winter

Scent - roses

Music - rap (in French, obviously)

Time of Day - nighttime

Item - a picture Evan (his adopted son/nephew) painted for him)

Movie - Casablanca OR Atomic Blonde

Renée Michele

Food - her dad's étouffée OR her mom's lotus root pork bone soup

Drink - vodka & blue raspberry Jello shots OR caramel macchiato

Color - neon colors, typically purple

Season - summer (partly for the thunderstorms)

Scent - chocolate

Music - pop-punk & grunge

Time of Day - noon

Item - her eyes

Movie - Bullet Train

Rhea Livia

Food - cheeseburger w/onions & tomato OR pork broth ramen

Drink - Baya Energy Mango Guava (premade)

Color - electric blue

Season - summer

Scent - chamomile

Music - modern/10s pop

Time of Day - noon

Item - her skateboard

Movie - Scary Movie

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dearcraziness · 9 months

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Chapter 79.

The next day, the imps took turns having a shower, after they were applying a nourishing cream to each other's faces and hands; the young man also applied ointment to the girl's legs and the tip of her tail. Brushing her hair, he mused aloud, "After our wedding, I will be able to wash your hair, raspberry... It must take you a long time to wash the shampoo off your long luxurious curls..."

"To tell the truth, I'm already used to it, and it's not difficult for me at all... I suppose in the future we'd like to try another thing in the bathtub..."

The devils blushed, Bendy's embarrassment was especially noticeable. He looked down, again shifting his gaze to Lara, and answered, "I suppose we'll try a variety of ways to please each other... In any case, we always enjoy each other's company, even if the events around us are sometimes far from wonderful..."

"That's right... By the way, I was going to suggest... More precisely, to know if..."

"Yes, vanilla?... I'm all ears..."

"It may sound shocking..."

"And let what you say stun me, you can always express your intentions... I'm very curious about your train of thought..."

"Okay... I know we've already taken a shower, but it would be great if we... Had a bath together..."

The young man's face was completely covered with scarlet paint, from surprise he began to hurriedly pronounce staccato incoherent sentences, "Oh, well, if... That is, you... You're not... You don't mind, do you?... I just... Not ready...

The demoness was calmly looking at her beloved without interrupting his exclamations... Finally, the excited reaction began to subside, the wizard asked, "Laurie, what exactly did you mean?..."

"I forgot to add - we won't be naked, of course..."

"Oh, of course, dear... Would you like to see rose petals in the water?..."

"And add bubble bath..."

"By all means, we'll arrange another relaxing romantic day..."

Soon the water was heated to a fairly warm state; petals of buds were floating on the surface; soap bubbles were flying over the ceiling, giving the aroma of fresh strawberries and bananas. Bendy brought a bathrobe for Lara, towels for both, and invited his beloved. The wizards felt the soothing surface of the water with their feet; the demon took the girl in his arms and gently sat down with her, putting her on his lap. Straightening her long hair, he inhaled their dizzyingly attractive scent, carefully hugging the imp. They began to leave kisses on each other's faces; after a couple of minutes their lips met, they merged in a penetrating, hot kiss...

Suddenly the demoness felt through her clothes as if the reproductive organ of the young man had touched her back end. Bendy tried to fix the situation, but he failed to lower the sensitive area to its former place.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry..." he spoke quickly, covered with a crimson blush. "Sometimes I can't completely control my body; you awaken the most ardent desires in me, sweetheart..."

"It's all right, darling... You don't need to hide your feelings from me..."

"Believe me, starlight, I'm always honest with you, I'm just worried if some of my actions will cause discomfort... Tell me, how do you feel from such an intimate touch?..."

"Unusual, but quite pleasant..." the girl said softly.

"I really like it too... It's awkward and wonderful at the same time..."

After a short conversation, the devils kissed each other on the lips and listened with pleasure to the beating of their hearts, pounding almost in unison...

Bendy didn't take his eyes off his precious, who closed her eyes of a deep black colour and leaned on the trunk of her beloved. Her elbows rested on top of the demon's powerful arms on the opposite smooth edges of the bathroom; with additional hands, the imp gently hugged the girl, sometimes stroking her hair and kissing her head.

The cornflower-blue evening crept imperceptibly to the brick-tinted windows; the branches of firs and aspens near the terrace were queitly rustling in the wind, filling the space of peaceful silence. At dinner, the devils again found reasons for a long conversation and were talking about a wide variety of topics until the night.

"Larry, do you mind staying in the forest house for a couple more days?..."

"Of course, and until the end of the week..."

"Whatever you say... Today was so splendid, every day with you is fantastic, sugar... Moreover, we tried a new way to give each other a pleasant sensation... Hope I didn't get into your personal space more than you allowed..."

"Not at all, my sweet... Besides, we haven't moved on to closer contact, so there's nothing to worry about..."

"You know, love, without your consent, I won't move on to a new level of our relationship... I think we're both not ready yet - our wedding will mean a serious step on another stage of our personal life... However, it's not necessary to hurry at all, you and I have a whole eternity ahead of us, berry..."

"That's right, we shouldn't rush into our engagement for a couple of years..."

"And then it will be time to implement our plans to start a family... I'm sure we'll become great parents... I want to raise our children with you, or one child so much... However, even if we are not married yet, our bonds are strong and unshakable; you know me better than others, I trust you with my secret thoughts, you are the only precious creature to me..."

"I have mutual feelings, Bendy... No one else understands my inner world, my hidden experiences as well as you..."

"I like to study your style of behaviour, your details in character traits... Every year I get to know you better and more deeply comprehend the magic of your personality... I admire you more and more, you never cease to impress me, dear..."

The devils fell asleep only a couple of hours after midnight. With dawn, the sunlight welcomed incredible adventures and amazing discoveries. After a delicious breakfast, the wizards picked leisure to their liking, performing creative ideas together. In private, they were sharing their innermost emotions, experiences, hopes, dreams, assumptions, suggestions. This has happened from year to year - it will continue to happen even after the end of time...

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sharpnosedscout · 10 months

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wiltingxrose · 10 months

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fruits and veggies 101-Jan Appreciation Post 1

Muse Inspiration from Stardew Valley Timeline: Jan and Hank the early years of the first marriage “Hank!” Jan yelled from her design studio, knowing fully well he could hear her in the lab. She waited a moment, sipping water with one hand and working on a design in the other. After a few more moments of silence, her eyes narrowed and she sighed, “Henry Pym I know you are in your lab. You’ve been holed up in there for weeks. We need groceries, I have the closest deadline and you need fresh air.” After a beat she added, “And the ants need a break. I’m their union rep and you keep pushing them harder and harder.” Hearing some rustling from the lab Hank finally called out, “But I’m in middle of this experiment and trust me the ants don’t mind.” Janet pinched the bridge of her nose, “I know you are in middle of an experiment and can live off of coffee alone for weeks, but you also need food and air and the Fall Fashion deadline is tomorrow and I need to finish my portfolio so they can approve me so I can start making the outfits.” There was silence for a couple of seconds before she heard the scraping of the chair. “Thank you, Henry. The list is on the counter. Pick up some fruit, pasta, alfredo mix and some chicken. And before you ask, yes I’ll be cooking dinner.” Getting up from her desk she walked over and stretched up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek, “Thank you.” she said again as she smiled at him. Jan got her work down by the time Hank came back from the grocery store and she got up to help him unload the groceries and fix dinner. Frowning slightly she looked around and couldn’t find any fruit. “Hank, where is the fruit that was for us and not the ants…” Her voice trailed off when he handed her a tomato, “Hank, this is a tomato not fruit…” “Tomatoes are classified as a fruit,” Hank’s voice was very matter of fact as he put the chicken in the fridge. Mentally counting to five Jan took a slight breath before saying, “When I put fruit on the list, I meant FRUIT not something classified as a fruit. An apple, banana, an orange or mango. Something to make a fruit salad with.” “But tomatoes do count,” Hank retorted back as he turned to look at her. “Henry, you wouldn’t eat a tomato like an apple or put it in a fruit salad,” Jan moved her hands to her hips and gazed up at him, her eyes not leaving his. “I would,” Hank argued as he threw a tomato in the air and caught it. “No you wouldn’t,” she dared. Her mouth fell open a little as Hank took one of the tomatoes, no salt or anything and bit into the tomato, “HANK!” “What, I said I would,” his hand moving to wipe his chin. Grabbing a napkin she wiped his chin of the tomato juice, “Well we can see why no one eats a tomato this way. Maybe cherry tomatoes like grapes,” she said with a small smile. Sighing, she bit her lower lip, “Look, next time I’ll write down what I want, but for the sake of clarity between us…when I say fruit I don’t mean a vegetable that is classified as a fruit.” “But it’s a …” Jan leaned up and kissed Hank to quiet him with a quick kiss. “We will say the case is closed for now. Now go back to the lab and I’ll put your dinner in the refrigerator when it’s done. I know you want to get back to it.” Jan moved to get dinner prepared before she felt his hands at her waist, “How about if I help and learn what you mean about food and have dinner with you, tonight?” Raising an eyebrow she turned her head to look at him, “Well you won’t hear me complain,” smiling softly she moved and continued to plan dinner. Her heart was happy he was choosing to spend time with her even after the mini argument and for not seeing him really in weeks. Meanwhile a free stray lab ants came in and took a tomato away, not caring what type of food it was, long as it was food.

#janet van dyne #janetvandyne #hankpym #henrypym #antman #thewasp #the wasp #stardew valley #stardewvalley

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thunderingoutlaw · 10 months

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redhxxded · 11 months

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exparaguas · 1 year

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