#I also love Graces cozy and garden stuff

[redjukebox]

I love these two and I love Grace’s Twitter

#grace safford #charlie slimecicle #I love these two sooo much #they are so real #I also love Graces cozy and garden stuff #I love her vibe sooooo much #rip graces potatoes💀💀💀💀

[eccentric-nucleus]

i think the thing with all these 'cozy' 'wholesome' games with a focus on afforestation/terraforming/gardening is that they end up being structured by anxieties about climate change. climate change is too something one person can solve! b/c this is a single-player game.

but more than that, b/c most games have a fairly shallow mechanical depth the gardening mechanics end up completely sapping nature of its nature. like, i have a bunch of houseplants. by and large the way you interact with a houseplant is you figure out what the plant wants (mostly by determining by trial-and-error with dying plants and/or looking things up online) and then try to figure out how to give that to them. and then you leave them alone b/c plants don't like changes. there is a certain humility and grace in accepting that a plant grows at its own pace, that you can take cuttings and fertilize and aerate the soil but ultimately you are at the mercy of another living thing. if i see one more cozy-ass gardening game where you can magically fertilize a plant by singing to it i am gonna fucking lose it. the arrogance!! keeping plants means understanding that some of your plants are gonna die. maybe you bought them from the store and they came with root rot, or infested with bugs, and it's through no fault of your own. sometimes it's b/c you killed it by overwatering or neglect. but there's gonna be some death.

i was talking about this w/ my boyfriend and he was like 'did you watch that cuck philosophy video about myazaki and heidegger' and i was like 'no' but now having watched it, yeah basically. i meani also feel like a lot of the anti-technology, loving rural living stuff is kind of facile &, you know, exactly why heidegger ended up a nazi. but yeah the parts where these games talk a big talk about 'living in harmony with nature' but then as you play them you realize that their idea of 'nature' is a nature that's obedient and infinitly pliable and endlessly full of extractable resources. non-demanding, non-stressful, where you never have to live with the consequences of killing a plant. a nature that exists to partake in a mechanical loop where you can extract useful items forever.

you know that one bit from the lord of the rings where the ring is trying to tempt sam to put it on, and sam is like, i'd just like a nice little garden, and the ring is like, you can turn the entire world into your garden!! and sam is like, what would you even do with a garden that big? no, that's silly. these games are about absolutely wanting the whole world to be your garden.

(in wildmender dead plants don't decay; there's no composting. and you can bring dead plants back to life. grow: song of the evertree makes and enormous point of specifying how catching bugs and fish don't hurt them. hell even stardew valley cut out the meat animals. people don't like thinking about death. but it's half of nature!!)

in playing grow song of the evertree i've been thinking a lot about legend of mana, b/c uhhh giant tree, source of all life. but the thing with legend of mana is that it really embraces the mess that is, you know, the source of all life? the mana tree represents decay and death as much as it represents birth and life. the game starts with a little text blurb about how the mana tree was burned to the ground centuries ago and that maybe was better for a lot of people. when you actually go to the mana tree at the end of the game, its insides are full of huge fungi growing through rotting deadwood. the first, and really only thing anybody says to you on reaching it is 'don't detest the darkness' (man pokiehl is like my favorite character. god all the characters in legend of mana are great. i'm assuming it was deeply influenced by MOON given its release date & the people who worked on it but i don't actually have any certainty of that, just, i saw somebody play the moon english release and was immediately like "oh wow this is so much like legend of mana" "wait legend of mana would have to be like this"). the mana goddess is the last boss!! b/c she represents, you know. death and life. the fundamental truth that the world is not there just to be pleasant to you.

meanwhile grow: song of the evertree is like, oh no the evil purple/black thornvines represent DISHARMONY and the nice green tree represents HARMONY and so true harmony is when you destroy all the gross thornvines. b/c they're inconvenient to you. like. sure, sure, it's a game for kids. but so is legend of mana!!

just, idk, every time i see something espouse some kind of ideal about "harmony" and then rapidly follow it up apparently genuinely by elaborating that harmony is when everything is laid out exactly the way you specifically want it with no other considerations it feels kind of grotesque

[undead-merman]

Heyo! I loved your headcanons for the brothers and Simeon as sirens, they were a truly *chef kiss*. Can we also have siren Barbatos and Diavolo? Yandere too and sfw, please!

Thanks in advance!

I'm always down to write Aquatic monsters.

🧜‍♂️Siren Diavolo and Barbatos🧜‍♂️ as a yanderes GN- reader SFW

Diavolo

Appearance

Diavolo is much, much larger than other sirens. While sirens grow to be about a foot or two bigger than humans, Diavolo is massive, fifteen feet long and with tons of bulk and muscle to match his massive size. He looks more similar in size to a giant than a siren.

Despite his size he is dazzling in the sun. When his crimson hair catches beams of light he looks divine, almost like a holy glow surrounds him as he rests on the rocks. His tail is the same stunning red as the blood red sunset and has a bright pearlescent. His scales are just as reflective and polished as a bright red sports car. His skin is deeply kissed by the sun, making his skin look smooth and shiny. His nightshade red fins are long and butterfly shaped; they trail slightly behind him like silk.

He wears all kinds of jewels and golds, all of them perfectly fit around his skull and fins. They drift perfectly around his large frame and glimmer even in the smallest amount of light.

Diavolo is the only siren able to keep his glamor up even if he’s excited, in the water, or even angry. He has full control over it and only shifts to it when he’s actively trying to strike fear into something or someone. His true form is like that of sea monsters in folktales, monstrous in size and able to take a ship down into the dark depths of the open ocean, to swallow whole crews, and create winds and storms as he lets out a devilish scream which can be heard for hundreds of miles around.

Royalty amongst Loners and Sunken Hideaway

Despite their lone lifestyles, only really enjoying the company of their mates, most Sirens look to Diavolo as more of a god than any type of king or prince despite having the title of prince. They worship his power and bow down to his whims and needs. They bring him tributes in the form of small treasures and Diavolo returns these gifts with blessings of more intoxicating songs, stronger wills, his watchful eye and protection, or just overall greater strength. Diavolo seems to freely give these boons no matter how small the gift.

Since he’s a well known and well visited siren, he’s built his home in the sunken ruins of a castle in a city whose culture and history has died long ago. It’s well taken care of by servants who have pledged their lives to Prince Diavolo and are surprisingly pleasant and tolerable with one another. They equate this to Diavolo’s power and grace but only those who are truly loyal to Diavolo stay here.

His voice can bring either madness or blessings and can be the most beautiful thing your ears could ever hope to hear or one so evil, devious, and grotesque you’re driven into a hypnotic bloodlust to those with even the strongest wills. His lullabies sound so melancholic.

He hides away in a large garden which has its own open air biosphere bathed in light by a glass ceiling which has yet to crack yet bathes the whole garden in a beautiful light. A single golden curly willow grows in the center with dozens of flowers growing around it. Here the air is surprisingly fresh and floats on the surface never touching the water around it like it’s a time capsule. He’ll lounge here to clear his head watching the butterflies that have grown here, alone and have never seen the outside.

Spending time with you

You and only you heard his song and wept. The feelings of his loneliness tugged at your heart instead of your head being filled with euphoric thoughts of power and blessings or instantly pounding through your skull until you screamed. You truly heard his song, understood the lyrics behind them and felt the way he did when he sang them. When he saw your face littered with tears and face hot with sympathy for him he felt his whole body go numb. You were something special, someone truly remarkable. He needed to know more about you.

And so started a passion in his heart to learn everything about you, your traditions, your light quirks, your hobbies and everything he could possibly learn. It sent him down a rabbit hole of studying humans that he refused to climb out of and gladly let swallow him if it just allowed him to get closer to you and understand you better.

He doesn’t mind what form you see him in, as long as he can see you he’s thrilled and happy. He’ll approach you like a dog, his tail swishing excitedly as he asks you questions he formed in his head from the day. He has to be careful in his true form otherwise he can cause a lot of damage to the nearby area and draw too much attention to you two.

He loves to pick you up and hold you, be in his true form or not and travel with you on his back, or when his true form shows in his hands or on his head as he intentionally kicks up some water to playfully mist you. Moments like these make him forget he was ever even alone to begin with.

If you ever wanted to see some kind of sea creature or visit some island he’s happy to oblige bringing the creature over with his divine rule over the ocean or happily just takes you there one day while making you cover your eyes to surprise you. The look on your face makes his heart swell so much he almost feels like it will jump out of his mouth if he’s not careful.

Dark Tendencies

Diavolo isn’t against using others to get what he wants, he'll ruin everything for anyone or anything to get what he wants. He’ll destroy small islands and wipe out ports so nothing can distract you from dates he takes you on.

If he feels like you aren’t close enough to him or are drifting away from him, for some reason or another, he’s simply going to just pluck you away from your old life so you don’t have any excuse to be away from him anymore. You're his now, you don’t have to worry about that silly stuff anymore, both of you can be together now. Why not just get married now? It would be much easier. Siren’s don’t marry, they just pick a mate but he’s willing to put the frills on it for you and your human ways. He finds it cute!

He doesn’t ever connect the dots if you struggle against him or plead for him to let you go, he’s wrapped up in his own delusions of you being a happy little couple that he’ll blame some outside force. If you go along with him he’ll remain peaceful and sweet.

He absolutely hates it when other sirens see you and while he’s not outwardly violent to them he is quite hostile. Grinding his teeth and asking them to look away from you while his tail twitches with the intent to lash out.

He gave you your own little haven to decorate, he gave you the garden all for your own. He even made sure to promise to give you your own space and privacy here, just as long as you come to his call. Don’t worry though, only you, him, and Barbatos know of this place, and you can’t run from him here!

Misc stuff

His scales shed infrequently since he doesn’t get into fights with other sirens since all of them know better. His scales are radiating with his power and are well known to bring massive good luck to all those Diavolo gives them to. He’s always giving you things made from his scales and he’s so thrilled to see you in them. He likes adding them to a circlet crown he had made custom just for you so you can match him. He plans on matching you to him with every little piece of jewelry, even down to matching rings.

He requires you to sleep with him. He can sleep out of the water perfectly fine and just pulls you into a lavish den he made for the two of you. It’s somehow unbelievably cozy sleeping with him. His body is warm and everything he set up is the best out there. He just holds you in his warm arms and nods off with you.

He’s quite a picky eater. He refuses to eat anything he doesn’t like and will only eat it if you so happen to beg him to, but only if you're insistent, otherwise he’s already slowly drifting away from it.

Barbatos

Appearance

For a siren he’s smaller than most. He’s quite slender and not much muscle to him, but despite his size, his appearance is perfect in every way, not a hair out of position, not a scale that isn’t out of polished or asymmetric, and his skin without a blemish or scar to be found. He takes a huge amount of time to groom himself perfectly.

His scales more resemble sea snakes, even having black stripes like them, though his tail is a solid dark seafoam green. He’s not especially radiant compared to others, but he doesn’t mind at all, he prefers to melt into the background more.

His tailfin is wide though, having a lyretail shape with black stripes going across it. It’s the same dark color as his scales and he has only two side fins but they look like long ribbons stretching from his hips to about halfway down his tail.

His glamor when melted away leaves behind an even darker looking creature. He looks like a stormy sea and is covered in nasty sharp thorns that don’t just stop at his elbows but lead down to his hips and thin yet long and sharp claws and stark black webbing in between without a tear or hole.

Serving Another

Serving the Royal Family was an honor his family was born with for generations and one he realizes the importance to. Diavolo is powerful enough to sink ships and cities and he provided some of that power and grace onto him rewarding him and his ancestors before him for loyalty, slowly turning Barbatos’s family into nearly just as powerful creatures as him.

He enjoys watching the whims of a child like god try to make sense of a kingdom, it's good fun to see him enjoying his life he is able to live vicariously through his high energy.

He puts his all into everything he does, he hates wasted efforts so he does everything he can into what he does but it gets tiring. Sometimes when trying to sleep, he finds himself unable. He’s always had poor sleep but he’s dealt with it for so long now that it's normal for him now. He starts his morning eating a small slice of kelp known for reducing head pain, all while preparing for the morning.

Spending time with you

If Diavolo took an interest in a human then you certainly had to be interesting. Well when he met you and saw you drinking tea with a huge Diavolo stretched around the floating garden. He just knew you were a human with a soul like no other.

He often brings you your favorite beverages and chats with you, simply at first to get to know you but he found you captivating, each word you spoke he held onto like it was the last he would ever hear and it was gospel. He smiles as you recall old memories, describing how you ended up here. The way you phrased things was unlike anything he had ever heard.

He’s taken the time to find old waterlogged books that were left abandoned in the old library and help restore them for you to read. Inside you find wondrous and fantastical stories of this old kingdom all of them enthralling, and as you read he’s happy to bring you a beverage once more and enjoy your company even if it’s in silence.

Once he’s grown closer with you he often finds himself giving you lingering touches as he pats your shoulder for your attention or grazes his hand on yours when delivering food to you. He even says the most romantic and poetic things to you without even noticing. He falls in love slowly but deeply and almost innocently. He just treasures your time and you as a person, never judging or doubting you.

There was a day when he had pulled you into a parting hug, wishing you a goodnight as Diavolo would return you to the surface but he had simply fallen asleep in your arms. Even Diavolo was shocked as he had never done anything close to something like this. It turns out Barbatos is at the most ease when he’s with you. All of his sleepless nights had just suddenly caught up with him.

Dark Tendencies

His love quickly shifts one day when he see your finger pricked by a stray thorn from a wild flower and as he wiped up the blood with a handkerchief and sees those butterflies fluttering around the wound to drink the blood he realised just how fragile you really were and how nature and life take advantage of that as soon as it could. He couldn’t take losing you. So one day he calls you and just takes you. You think it's just another visit with Baratos fetching you but he takes you to a deep and dark underground cave. Soft phosphorus moss grows all over in cushioned patches and with every step it glows brighter under your feet.

He explains it all to you, openly and honestly but no matter how you plead or try to reason with you, he believes you need to be down here forever. Away from the outside world that would care so little for the death of you and move on like nothing were to happen. He wanted you safe, around and immortalized; he'll never forget you.

He provides you with an array of pleasantries that would have no chance of harming you. He’s damn near baby proofed the small cave but he ensures it's as comfortable as it can be, bringing you three meals a day, all of your favorite drinks and snacks even if you fight him or give him the silent treatment he’s never neglectful of your needs. He believes one day you’ll come to see how much he did for you and understand he just wants you safe.

Misc stuff

He’s a clean freak and refuses to let you sleep on dirt or muck, he’ll thoroughly wash the moss through and treat it so it feels like you're walking on clouds without feeling any slime, having bugs, or being dirty. It's so well taken care of that they look fake.

He hates crabs. He hates those distasteful bottom feeders, their disgusting pinchers and empty eyes. He’s sure to keep them as far away as he can, if startled by one he slams it with his tail with enough force to turn it into little pieces and he’s still frightened by them despite the power difference.

#obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me monster headcanons #diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #yandere diavolo #yandere barbatos

[miraculouswolf99]

I Put A Spell On You (Song Fic)

My first miraculous salt fic. Doubles as a song fic and a Halloween fic. Features the best song from the best Halloween movie of all time. Hocus Pocus.

*****

Adrien was happy. No one else in class knew why he had been smiling all day. Chloe was probably the only one in the room that knew why he was so happy today. But she was not going to tell anyone and ruin his day when Liar Rossi would would just use it to make up some more lies and ruin his happiness.

Things had not gotten better since the lying Italian had joined the class. Even though now that Marinette had transferred to Mendeleiev’s class, things had not gotten better. If anything, things had gotten worse since now Lila thought that she could not freely lie and manipulate almost non-stop with no one there to attempt to expose her.

The class was now half and half with who believed the liar and who doesn’t. The ones that don’t believe her being Adrien, Chloe, Nathaniel, Kim, and Juleka. Sabrina was decided to be a neutral part and not take a side. She listened to Lila’s tales, but normally stayed by Chloe’s side. Alya, Nino, Alix, Max, Ivan, Mylene, and Rose were all firmly on Lila’s side and nothing could ever change their minds.

Adrien had finally been starting to stand his ground against the liar since he had seen her chase Marinette away. He was reaching his wits end with her constantly hanging on his arm and never letting go when he asks or even demands her to. Adrien had managed to convince Bustier that he was too bust with his schedule to tutor Lila and that he would be better off sitting in the back with Nathaniel since it was more quiet than being next to Lila “never shuts up” Rossi.

“What are you so happy about today, Sunshine,” Nathaniel asked his friend.

“I have some friends coming today,” Adrien answered. “They were visiting their grandparents in the United States and decided to stop in France on their way back to their home in Greece. Their names are Lyon and Vallia Garden.”

“You know Greeks, cool,” Nathaniel said. “When did you meet them? Obviously it wasn’t a time close to now since you have not left the country and no Greeks have showed up here either, to my knowledge.”

“I met them about a year before my mom disappeared,” Adrien says. “Their family owns and operates an incredible animal and nature sanctuary that almost takes up the entire island they live on. They host a lot of charities there. Concerts, celebrity birthdays, auctions, art shows, even cooking contests. I was there with my parents for a charity fashion show.”

“Do you speak Greek or did they speak French,” Nathaniel was curious since he did know that Adrien already also spoke Mandarin and English.

“They speak French,” Adrien says. “They were the only ones there that were my age, so I was glad to have someone to talk to. We’ve kept in contact ever since.”

“Sounds great,” Nathaniel smiled at his friend. “Do they know about... everything going on?”

“Dear god, no,” Adrien stated. “Lyon is fiercely protective of his friends. He is a master archer and when he caught poachers trying to break into the sanctuary, he actually shot them all before calling the police.”

“I am not sure whether to be terrified of him when they come or in awe of him,” Nathaniel admitted.

“Nothing wrong with both, as Vallia would probably say,” Adrien chuckled. “I do admit that they can be pretty scary. Especially since when they help out at their family sanctuary, Lyon seems to have a way with their wolves and Vallia seems to be a lion whisperer.”

“I am both terrified and looking forward to meeting them,” Nathaniel nervously laughed. “I just hope Marc doesn’t faint when he learns this stuff about them. I love him, but we all know he is naturally timid.”

“I know,” Adrien chuckled. “Remember when he first met Kagami?”

“I will never let him live that down,” Nathaniel smirked, loving it when he is able to tease his boyfriend.

Before the two could continue their conversation, there was sudden yelling from outside the classroom and coming from the courtyard. It sounded like four people arguing, two of them not sounding like they were French.

“What is that,” Nathaniel wondered as they stood up.

“I’m a little worried to find out,” Adrien stated.

The two had stayed behind to chat after the bell rang and everyone else left for the day. They immediately left the classroom and looked over the railing and into the courtyard. They were soon joined by Marinette, Marc, Kagami, Aurore, and Mireille from Mendeleiev’s class, who had also heard the yelling.

“What’s going on,” Marinette immediately asked.

They all look over the rail. They see two people arguing quite loudly with Alya and Lila. They certainly were both unique-looking teens.

The first was a girl that was quite beautiful and had a grace and elegance to her style. She had long blond hair braided with roses and butterflies and had pink streaks. Her eyes were a stunning silver that you could see, if you were close enough, had specks of blue in them. Her style was a red, pink, and purple dawn colored dress with gold flats. On her wrists were diamond rose cuff bracelets, a butterfly on the one on her right wrist. 

The boy next to her gave off a very icy exterior that also screamed honor and loyalty that only a knight would have. A tall boy with hair that was actually black with streaks of white and blue in it, coming to the length of Adrien's. His eyes were the opposite of the girl's, blue with silver specks. His outfit of choice was a sky blue t-shirt under a white jean vest, matching the blue pants with white boots. On his hands were white fingerless gloves. Around his neck was a sword and shield pendant as well as a white cloak only going down to his knees. 

“Lyon, Vallia,” Adrien gasped.

“Those are your two friends from Greece, Adrien,” Kagami asked, Adrien having told her during their last fencing practice.

“Yeah,” Adrien said. “Their plane must have landed earlier than expected and they decided to come here.”

“Why are they arguing with Alya and Lila,” Mireille wondered.

“If it has something to do with that liar, it’s probably her fault,” Marc, of all people, stated.

It was a pretty open secret in the school that literally everyone but most of Bustier’s class, plus Bustier herself and Damocles, were all aware that Lila was nothing but a manipulative liar. In fact, most of them were shocked that the class, teacher, and principal believed her outlandish lies in the first place.

“Maybe Lila tried to cozy up to them and they caught her in a lie,” Marinette guessed.

“Lyon and Vallia do come from a rich family,” Adrien said. “Not only is their family known for their sanctuary, but they also have the largest jewel collection in the world. Like the medallions on their foreheads.”

They all looked and saw that the two did indeed have crystal medallions on their foreheads. Vallia’s was a rose quartz butterfly and Lyon’s was a sapphire wolf.

“What is up with that book that Lyon has,” Kagami noticed.

They all looked and saw that Lyon was holding a pretty large book that looked very old. It was bound with brown leather that had Frankenstein-like stitches all over it along with old silver metal on the cover as well. It also had a very large buckle.

“They did say they wanted to show me something,” Adrien said. “They went to the US to celebrate Halloween with their grandparents so maybe they got some type of prop and wanted to show it to me.”

They all quickly started to get into the courtyard and make their way over to the four. In a city plagued by a terrorist that uses negative emotions, arguments usually lead to someone getting akumatized.

“My brother does not worship the devil,” Vallia shouted at Alya and Lila.

“That book is a Book of Shadows,” Lila pointed at the book in Lyon’s hands. “It’s a tool of witchcraft, which is all about worshiping the devil. I should know. My great uncle is a world renown priest back in Italy.” 

“Not all witchcraft is devil worship, you pathetic liar,” Lyon sneered. “And there is no world famous priest in Italy since the last well-known one was arrested five years ago for killing people using fake exorsisms.”

(Reference to an episode of Criminal Minds.)

“Lila is not a liar,” Alya yelled. “You are, you devil witches.”

“This isn’t even a real spellbook,” Vallia screamed at them. “It’s a movie prop out grandparents won in an auction. They knew we loved Halloween, so they got us a prop from out favorite Halloween movie.”

“See, that proves you worship the devil,” Lila accused. “Halloween is a devil cult holiday, my great uncle proved that years ago but America rejected his facts and still celebrates it.”

“It is not,” Lyon yelled. “You are the worst liar I have ever come across. You should be ashamed to insult an entire holiday just because you don’t like it. Pathetic, just like all you other mythology copying Italians.”

(Reference to the Roman and Greek rivalry from Percy Jackson.)

“How dare you,” Lila screamed.

“Lyon, Vallia,” Adrien called. “Calm down.”

But it was too late. A black and purple butterfly already came flying down. It went inside of the book Lyon was holding. The butterfly outline appeared over his eyes.

“Your favorite holiday and your culture insulted all at once,” Hawkmoth says to him. “Hocus Pocus, I am giving you the power to right this wrong. All I ask is for the miraculous of the ladybug and black cat in return.” 

“I will show this liar some real magic,” Lyon said, transforming.

“What the hell,” Vallia gasped, backing away.

Lyon had changed into an almost male version of Winifred Sanderson. He was in a mostly green outfit with a green leather vest and pants with black leather boots that matched the black silk shirt under the vest. He also wore a long and shiny green cloak with a hood. He was still holding the book.

“Is it wrong that he actually looks hot in that outfit,” Adrien let slip, then instantly covered his mouth.

“Okay, we will come back to Adrien’s crush later,” Marinette stated. “For now, let’s run.”

Adrien immediately rushed forward and grabbed Vallia.

“Adrien,” Vallia was confused and worried. “What’s going on? What happened to Lyon?”

“Hawmoth is a terrorist here in Paris,” Adrien gave a quick explaination. “He takes advantage of negative emotions to turn normal people into his mind controlled villains.”

“Someone is mind controlling my brother,” Vallia was pissed. “When I get my hands on him, Hades will look like a puppy in comparison.”

“Maybe later, but we all need to hide so that Ladybug and Cat Noir can save your brother,” Adrien said.

Hocus Pocus then opened his book. He smirked as it glowed.

“Wicked ways beneath the skin, let all who taste it now join in,” he cast.

(Reference to Descendants 2.)

Out of the book came magical glowing chocolates. They all shot around the school and into the mouths of multiple people. It forced them to eat the magical treats, including Vallia, Nathaniel, Marc, and Kagami. Music then started playing out of nowhere as Hocus Pocus smirked again.

“Oh crud,” Adrien swore, running away along with the few students and staff that managed to avoid the chocolates. 

He transformed and was soon on the roof of the school. Ladybug soon joined him. But they were shocked that the school was now in a full-blown musical moment. Hocus Pocus took “center stage” with Vallia and Kagami as his main back-up singers.

“I put a spell on you And now you're mine You can't stop the things I do I ain't lyin'.”

“It's been three hundred years Right down to the day Now the witch is back And there's hell to pay.”

“I put a spell on you And now you're mine!”

Hocus Pocus seemed to have used the chocolates like mind control treats. Everyone that eaten one had was now dancing around the courtyard in very Halloween-like manors. Some even seemed to be doing Micheal Jackson’s Thriller moves.

Alya and Lila, who had not gotten chocolates, were not allowed to leave as the dancers forced them to stay in the courtyard.

“What the heck in going on,” Ladybug was so confused.

“I guess whatever movie his akuma form is based off of had a musical number in it,” Cat Noir guessed.

“I put a spell on you And now you're gone (Gone, gone, gone, so long!) My whammy fell on you And it was strong (So strong, so strong, so strong!)”

“Your wretched little lives Have all been cursed 'Cause of all the witches working I'm the worst.”

“I put a spell on you And now you're mine.”

Hocus Pocus walked around the courtyard as he sung, Vallia and Kagami making amazing back-up singers. Alya and Lila still looked terrified even with the catchy song playing around them.

“Even as a back-up singer, who would have thought that Kagami could sing,” Ladybug said.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Cat Noir agreed.

“(Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! She ain’t lyin’)”

“If you don't believe, You better get superstitious.”

“I put a spell on you... I put a spell on you...”

“Ah say into pi, alpha maybe upendi!”

“Ah say into pi, alpha maybe upendi!”

“In comma-coriyama"

“In comma-coriyama”

"Hey hi, say bye-bye-i-i-i-i-i-i-i"

"Bye, bye"

The song ended with a pose from Hocus Pocus and his two back-up singers. He still had his menacing smirk on his face.

“I think it’s time our little liar had her own spell placed ob her,” Hocus Pocus stated. “Like... a truth spell, perhaps.”

Let’s just say that the heroes were petty and decided to let the liar’s kingdom fall before defeating the akuma. And Adrien was certainly glad to have his friend back and a really cool book from their favorite Halloween movie. He just wished that the name of the movie would stop slipping his mind. Oh well, gives him an excuse to talk with Lyon more.

#lila salt #Lila exposed #ml salt #halloween #akumatization #original character #original akuma #hocus pocus

[robert-de-niro-only-fans]

Hell-ish

Louis Cyphre x Reader

Not related to the movie (Angel Heart) literally at all, just wanted to write about Robert De Niro Satan™ 💖✨

(Had to repost this, because it was impossible to find a way to read Part 2, and impossible to link Part 2 in my masterlist, so now it’s all in one post!)

TW: you’re in hell but I swear it’s not that bad, mentions of demons/the devil, horn stuff?

Word Count: 3.1k (in 2 parts)

Enjoy! 😈😈😈

Part 1

The harsh pain in your shoulders and the unfamiliar feeling of the room around you made you aware, but the grogginess in your head only made you want to sleep. Sleep. You don’t remember when you fell asleep. You crack your eyes open only to realize you don’t know where you are… But that the bed you’re in is beyond cozy.

You pull the covers up over you more, but you also scan the room a bit. It’s incredibly luxurious. The room is fully decorated in black marble and gold. The sheets you lay on are black silk. You’ve never seen anything like it.

“Good morning, my dear, glad to see you’re finally awake,” a voice says from across the room. You turn to face the man as he approaches you. He has a very striking look. He bares a thick beard, long hair that is neatly pulled back and tied up, pointed white nails, a black and gold cane, and the nicest suit you’ve ever seen.

He sits on the edge of the bed and puts his cane aside before looking at you, “Are you alright, love? You look like a deer caught in headlights, although a very cute deer, much like a little fawn.” His fingers tuck some of your hair behind your ear, and then his hand lingers on your cheek for a moment. Despite the man’s startling look and the unsettled feeling you have, his presence felt very familiar to you.

“Um… I’m okay, just woozy.” You rub your eyes trying to wake up a little more.

“Here, drink this. It’ll help you to feel better.” As if pulling a rabbit out of a hat, the man had a teacup and saucer in his hands. He hands it to you and you take a sip. It’s very good, slightly sweet. “It’ll help with the pain in your shoulders as well.” He stands to walk out of the room.

“Hmmm? How did you know about that?”

He swiftly exits the room.

You sit and sip your tea for awhile.

• • •

Before you know it, you’re waking up again… The tea must’ve put you to sleep, but at least you feel well-rested and your shoulders aren’t sore anymore.

You lie in the large bed, mind wandering. You’ve never been to this place before, never seen this man. Yet, you feel safe here. Before long, you find yourself thinking about how he compared you to a fawn. It was an odd compliment, but it gave you butterflies in your stomach. You really wouldn’t mind if he touched your cheek again, too.

“Darling, are you hungry? I made you breakfast,” he looms over the bed with a nicely made tray of food in this hand. He nearly gave you a heart attack.

“Oh… um, sure.”

A warm smile comes to his face as he sets the tray on your lap. There lies a beautiful assortment of food: fresh fruit, croissants, milk and juice, and even a boiled egg propped up in one of those fancy caramic egg dishes. He taps the shell of the boiled egg with one long fingernail, “Boiled eggs are very symbolic to me. I have one with breakfast each day.”

You give him a small smile, and then there’s a long pause. “Who are you?”

“Louis. Louis Cyphre.”

“And this is your home?”

“Yes.”

“And where is that?”

“Hmmm… I’m not sure you’re ready to hear this, but you have to find out sooner or later. You’re in Hell, to put it simply.”

“Hell?! What do you mean Hell?!” Your mind is but racing.

“Here, honey, eat a little something,” he says handing you a croissant, “Hell, as in the Underworld, as in one of the many afterlives, as in eternal damnation.”

“This doesn’t seem like Hell… It’s so nice here.”

“Yes, well, this is my home, so it can be how I want it to be.”

“I don’t understand. Aren’t you also here to be tortured or something? You don’t look like a demon to me… Who are you?”

“(Y/N), I already told you, but I’ll make it more apparent, just for you, sweet girl… I’m Louis Cyphre, Lucifer.”

“Lucifer?? Like Satan?” It comes out of your mouth before the realization sets in. “You’re the Devil?”

“Yes.”

This doesn’t scare you as much as it should. Why should you be scared of him? He’s been nothing but hospitable and caring towards you.

He sits next to you placing his hand on your cheek one again. It makes you feel warm. “No harm will come to you while you’re here. Quite the contrary, you’ll be treated like a queen.” He pulls a grape from the tray in front of you and places it in your mouth.

“But why? I thought Hell was for suffering.”

“Hmmm… It’s a story for another time, but let’s just say I decided to keep you for myself, rather than letting you stay in your afterlife.”

“Oh… Well, that’s very sweet. I suppose being here is much nicer than what I would’ve faced, being that I got sent to Hell.”

• • •

After this, he spent much of his time courting you, and the time you spent with him was magical, to say the least.

He always served you the tastiest food, seemingly pulled from thin air. You met many ghouls and demons; some were friends, some were “in the business,” and some you saw grovelling at Louis’ feet for mercy. He would take you to spectacular places, completely unimaginable and nothing like you’d ever known. But when you confessed to him that you really missed plant life and the night sky, he made you a garden filled with beautiful botanicals where the night sky and constellations could be seen at any time of day.

You spent a lot of time there.

• • •

One particular day, you are sitting in the gardens on a small bench with Louis, just enjoying the breeze and the smell in the air. He has one arm around your shoulders and the other is resting on your lap holding your hand. Your shoulders still hurt a lot of the time, but at this point it was normal and you just assumed it had to do with the way you died.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes, Louis?”

“May I kiss you?”

“Hmmm…” You smile and look at him, “on one condition.”

“Anything for you, my heart.”

“Show me your horns.”

He scoffs. “Horns?! What horns?” He really was bad at lying to you; you thought it was sweet how even the Demon King could be rendered weak by love.

“I know you must have them. All of the other demons do. And like wings or a tail or something… I wanna see it.”

“Why on Earth would a sweet girl like you want to see those things?”

“Well… I like you a lot, Louis, and I want to be able to love all of you, not just the parts you show me.”

A blush comes to his cheeks, but it’s quickly followed by a bit of sadness, “I don’t want to scare you away…”

“You won’t scare me. I’ll still know it’s you.”

There’s a long pause before he says, “Close your eyes.”

You place your hands over your face, and they were only there for a few seconds before you feel Louis’ hands pulling them off of your eyes.

Of course the first thing that catches your eye is the horns. Tall, black and dark brown, gently spiraled up into the air, and quite pointy at the end. Then there are his eyes, a deep but glowing shade of red, and full of hesitance. Clearly he’s afraid you won’t like him like this. His fingernails are now much longer and black, more like claws. As he adjusts his seating, you notice the gnarly black wings that hover behind him. They’re like bat wings, and while they are very intimidating, they look out of place, somehow, like they aren’t supposed to be there.

You were sure that he could take a much more frightening form, but he still wants to protect your from some things.

“Can I touch them?” You ask.

“Hmm?”

“Your horns. Can I touch them?”

“Yes, but only you.”

Your reach up and lightly grace your fingers over the rigid texture of one of the horns. You push it lightly, causing Louis to tilt his head back. You giggle, which seems to put him at ease. You wrap your hand around the horn and pull his face close to yours for that kiss you promised him. When his lips met yours, he wrapped his arms around you holding you close. Your arm drops from his head to wrap around the back of his neck.

After a long, sweet kiss, you both pull away breathless. And you see that Louis is back to the way you’re used to seeing him.

“Aww, Louis… I really liked your horns.”

“You did?”

“Yeah! They look very good on you. Will you please put them back?”

“I suppose, anything for you, sweetheart.” And just like that, they were back. You couldn’t explain why you liked them, you just did. “Please don’t use them to tug me around too often…” He says with a chuckle.

“So you’re saying it’s okay sometimes?” You laugh.

“Mmm… Sometimes, yes, only if I get a kiss out of it.”

• • •

That night, you share a bed for the first time, and even though you’re only cuddling and sharing kisses, you both thoroughly enjoy the closeness. He knew everything about you, which made you uneasy at first, but now that you had seen him in a vulnerable position, you felt you could trust him. With some trust established, you found yourself falling for him quickly.

As you’re lying next to him, you can’t keep your eyes or your fingers off of his horns, and an idea pops into your head, “So ya know how you’re like this big powerful Overlord of the Damned or something?”

This earned you a hearty laugh from the man, “Yes, I know.”

“Well I was just thinking about your horns and how they’re so cool, and how you made me that garden outside, and well…”

“Well?” He gives you a playful look.

“Well… could you give me horns?”

“You want horns?”

“Yeah! They’re cool! And, like, why shouldn’t I fit in with the demons a little?”

“Honey, you don’t fit in with the demons,” he says through a laugh.

“Okay well I still want horns.”

“Hmmm… You want horns, huh? Well alright.” He scoops you up off the bed and takes you to stand in front of the mirror. He leans in towards your ear and whispers, “Close your eyes.”

You clap your hands over your eyes and sit there with a smile. You can feel the excitement vibrating through you; your whole body is buzzing… It’s making your shoulders ache really badly actually…

Louis firmly presses his hands into the spots where your shoulders hurt, then he wraps his body tightly around you. “Open your eyes,” he says with a small twinge of panic in his voice. But all of your worries fade away when you see your newest accessory in the mirror. You gasp and immediately your fingers are tracing over the shape of your new horns; they’re just above your ear, and they curl back like a ram’s would. Completely different from Louis’, but you like that.

“Do you like them, princess?”

“Oh, yes, Louis! Thank you so much… They’re so pretty!” You’re nearly squealing with enthusiasm.

“Good, darling! I had pictured you with little deer antlers, because you so remind me of a little woodland fawn, but there are some things I have no control over. It seems you’re one of them!”

“Hmm, are you saying you’d like to control me?” You give him a coy look.

“No… But I am glad I can do this,” he wraps a hand around one of your horns and pulls you towards him, smiling against your lips while kissing you.

• • •

Part 2

Louis watches you as you lie in bed sleeping. You used to sleep so peacefully, but your dreaming has become wild and more powerful in the past few weeks. His eyes gloss over your sleeping form: a frustrated look on your face, your body glowing a beautiful gold color, and the wings on your back stretching and fluttering. Every once in a while you kick or a light moan escapes you, so Louis holds you close attempting to bring you some comfort.

He wonders how long he'll be about to keep this from you. He wonders how long he has until you demand to know the truth and then hate him for it.

He can suppress your energy and keep your wings binded when you're awake, but you've become far too powerful even for him when you're dreaming. Almost as if your body needs to make up for lost time for not being in its proper form.

And when you're awake, he knows you'll only be riddled with headaches and the pain in your shoulders that has only gotten worse. He hates torturing you like this. Despite being in Hell, you weren't here to be tortured.

With that thought, Louis makes up his mind. He stops trying to suppress you in any way, and he'll answer for it in the morning. But at least you'll sleep well tonight and wake up rested without any more pain.

• • •

As you wake up, you feel the warmth of Louis next to you, so you decide to just keep your eyes closed and nuzzle into his neck feeling his beard tickle your forehead. He gently places a kiss to you head and squeezes you to him.

You tilt your head back expecting your usual morning kisses, and Louis does not disappoint; he never does. He is beyond good to you, doing his very best to make you comfortable and happy at all times.

You pull away from his lips and crack your eyes open for the first time that morning. You're greeted with the sight of his face close to yours, wearing a sweet smile; his eyes flashing just a hint of worry. He pulls you in for more kisses, much more needy than the usual morning routine. As things turn passionate, you feel a weird shift and something brush against your arm.

You pull away and turn to look. It's a big white wing. You sit up turning side to side, quickly realizing they're attached to you. "Louis?! What is this?"

You spring out of bed and run to the mirror. As plain as the nose on your face, there's a large set of wings on your back. With the wings and the horns, you certainly are starting to look the part of being the Demon King's girlfriend.

"Louis, you gave me wings?! They're sooo pretty! I gotta say it's a little bit of a big surprise, maybe we should've talked about it first..." You can't stop looking in the mirror, "Do you like them, Louis? And did you pick what they look like this time, or was it like my horns?"

You turn towards the man in the bed, who hasn't said anything in a while, and confusion quickly washes over you when you see the look on his face: pure worry, and a little bit of redness around his eyes and the tip of his nose, like he might cry.

"Louis..." You're worried you'll make it worse. "What's wrong?"

He inhales sharply, "Nothing, honey. You look wonderful." His lips pull into a smile, but again, he was bad at lying to you.

You crawl back into the bed and sit next to him, running your fingers through his long hair. "Ya know, for being the Devil and all, you're a bad liar."

"Hmm... yeah," He gives you a half smile.

"Just tell me what it is, baby."

He always melts for you when you call him that.

"I- I just, uh..." You listen intently while he pauses for a moment. "Well, ah, your wings... They've always been there," it was all he could get out to start.

"Huh? No they haven't. I've never had wings before."

"You've had wings longer than you realize. They're the reason your shoulder blades always hurt. Notice how it doesn't hurt anymore?"

"Oh. Well, why? Why couldn't I see them?"

"They were binded. I binded them," he hung his head, disappointed in himself.

"Louis... Will you please tell me what's going on?"

He takes a deep breath and smiles at you, but it's bittersweet. He places a hand on your cheek, because he knows you like that. "You're an angel, sweet girl."

"Like... from heaven?" you question.

"Like from heaven," he repeats with the slightest chuckle.

"Well," you wrap your arms around him, "how did I end up here?" Your tone is almost chirpy. Louis is surprised how well you're taking this; he expected you to be upset with him. Right now, he's the only one really upset.

He puts an arm around you, and lies back on the bed, cuddling into you. He answered all of your questions, knowing you were a curious little thing, and slowly he felt a weight lifted off his chest. Despite being responsible for the eternal torture of many souls, he couldn't stand being dishonest towards you or doing anything to hurt you.

After a lot of conversation, it basically boiled down to this:

He loved you while you were alive, and he couldn't stand being without you, so he stole you from heaven. He kept it a secret from you because he was scared you'd hate him, but he had no clue you would overcome the spells he had placed on you.

"I knew I was in trouble when you put those horns on your own head, as if you'd done it a thousand times before," he said, scrunching his nose at you.

"What?! I didn't make these horns!" You put your hands on the horns on either side of your head.

"You did! When I told you I had no control over you, I wasn't just referring to the design of those things." His fingers traced over the curl of one of your horns.

"Well, since you aren't the one that gave me my wings, do you like them at least? I know they're not all scary like yours..."

"Oh, hush, my sweet! They look lovely on you. You make a beautiful angel."

"You're so good to me, Louis. Even if I could go to heaven, I wouldn't go unless I could take you with me!"

The man next to you chuckled lowly, "Well, until that time comes, you'll make the best little Demon Queen."

#repost #peep the moodboard for an idea of what their horns look like 🥰🥰🥰 #louis cyphre #louis cyphre x reader #angel heart #Robert De Niro #robert de niro x reader #robert de niro fanfic #fanfic #egg #moodboard

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OTP Question Meme!

I was tagged by the wonderful @simonxriley​, thanks! 💜

Tagging: @mirrorworldangel​ @krystlandotherstuff​ @painfulstitches17​  @grain-crain-drain​ @retrodisaster​ @glitchky​ and anyone who wants to do it! Be warned that it is pretty long tho, so don’t feel obligated to do it if you don’t want to.  

(art comissioned to the amazing @aonghus-the-highlander​)

Timur “Glaz” Glazkov x Maxim “Kapkan” Basuda

DISAGREEMENTS

Who is more likely to raise their voice? None/both? Whoever is feeling more agitated at the moment, although it usually is a small outburst and not consistently yelling at the other.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Neither.

Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Kapkan, sort of. He doesn’t threaten to leave, he just needs to leave and have some time alone in the middle of nature after a difficult argument, to think on it and put his ideas in order.

Who trashes the house? Because of an argument? Neither. Although Glaz might have trashed the house one time Kapkan got seriously injured, as in Doc wasn’t sure he’d make it through the night.

Do either of them get physical? No, never.

How often do they argue/disagree? Bickering and small disagreemenets are common, serious arguments are rare.

Who is the first to apologize? Whoever feels more guilty for how they acted, which usually is the one in the wrong (once they realise that).

SEX

Who is on top? Depends on the position, but if you’re asking who is The Top, that’s Glaz.

Who is on bottom? Look at the previous answer.

Who has the strangest desires? Kapkan thinks it’s him, but nah, he’s just a bit repressed.

Any kinks? Bondage, marking/biting, dirty talk, discipline.

Who’s dominate in bed? They like to “fight”/rough house for it, although eventually Kapkan will gleefully give up control.

Is head ever in the equation? Yes.

If so, who is better at performing it? Glaz, he has more experience.

Ever had sex in public? Sort of: in the base’s showers, and out in the woods while camping.

Who moans the most? Kapkan, he can get loud.

Who leaves the most marks? Both.

Who is the most experienced of the two? Glaz.

Do they ’fuck’ or ��make love’? Depends on their mood.

Rough or soft? Middle ground, veering more towards rough most of the time.

How long do they usually last? Depends on the day and their stamina, but it’s not uncommon they’ll go for 2 rounds.

Is protection used? Not always.

Does it ever get boring? Nah.

Where is the strangest place where they’d had sex? At work, during training.

FAMILY

Do they plan on having children/ have children? Maybe, it’s not something they have considered in detail yet.

If so, how many children to they want/have? Both agree that at least they’d adopt two kids, three at most.

AFFECTION

Who likes to cuddle? Both do, even if Kapkan likes to pretend he’s just indulging Glaz.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate places? Glaz, he is a horny boy and likes to see if he can get Kapkan flustered. It’s difficult to do so, but he looks so adorable.

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Both, but mostly Glaz.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? If they don’t fall asleep first, then around an hour or so?

Who gives the most kisses? Both.

What is their favorite non-sexual activity? Spending time together. They go camping pretty often, since it’s a multipurpose activity: Glaz paints the landscape, they hunt, they can be as loud as they want when having sex, etc.

Where is their favorite place to cuddle? Under the stars. The couch and bed are good too.

How often do they get time to themselves? Everyday probably? If they’re not sent on a mission, once they’re done with the training and maybe Kapkan tinkering with his gadget for a bit, they’re free to do whatever.

SLEEPING

Who snores? Both.

If both do, who snores the loudest? They’ll both say it’s the other.

Do they share a bed or sleep separately? They share.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay separately? They cozy up together, or more accurately, Glaz cuddles up to him and Kapkan oh so graciously lets him... although he’s the one who clings to Glaz when he tries to roll away. If the weather is really hot they’ll leave some distance between them tho.

What do they wear to bed? Just their boxers, sometimes nothing at all.

Are either of them insomniacs? Not really, although if woken up from a nightmare, Kapkan will have a hard time falling asleep again.

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Nope, no sleeping pills.

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Yeah, they wrap their limbs around each other, mostly if one is trying to prevent the other from leaving.

Who wakes up with bed hair? Both, although whoever wears it cropped shorter at the moment will have an easier time with bed hair.

Who wakes up first? Both are early risers.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? None. Breakfast in bed? That’s not their style.

What is their favorite sleeping position? Either spooning, or one of them using the other’s chest/shoulder as a pillow.

Do they set an alarm each night? Yes, they do have to wake up for work.

Can a television be found in their bedroom? Nope.

Who has nightmares? Kapkan. Glaz only occasionally.

Who has ridiculous dreams? Neither, the one in the team with the weird and ridiculous dreams is Fuze.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Kapkan, Glaz often compares him with a cat stretching out and taking up more and more space until there’s none for Glaz.

Who makes the bed? Both, they take turns.

Any routines/rituals before bed? Kapkan likes to read for a while, psychology books mostly, while Glaz tries to distract him because he doesn’t do anything especial before bed and either wants to talk with him or tries to get handsy.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Neither.

WORK

Who is the busiest? Kapkan, aside from training, he also likes tinkering and trying to improve his gadget and traps in general, and helps train the recruits too.

Who rakes in the highest income? They seem to rank the same withing Rainbow so they probably get paid the same?

Are any of them unemployed? Nope.

Who takes the most sick days? No fucking idea.

Who is more likely to turn up late for work? Neither, they’re punctual.

Who sucks up to their boss? None, the idea of them sucking up to Harry is so out of character it’s hilarious.

What are their jobs? They're part of the Spetsnaz team within the counter-terrorism group Rainbow.

Who stresses the most? Both, but Kapkan probably a bit more.

Are they financially stable? I suppose?

HOME

Who does the washing? Kapkan, he is a bit neater than Glaz. Although he drags Glaz into washing too, he refuses to be the one always doing it.

Who takes out the trash? Whoever finds the trash full.

Who does the ironing? Both do. You gotta keep the formal uniforms crisp smooth, so why not iron too whatever other clothes need ironing.

Who does the cooking? They cook together.

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? None, they’re not iditos.

Who is messier? Glaz.

Who leaves the toilet roll empty? idk dude, some of these question are so fucking especific, I swear. A lot of this stuff doesn’t come up most of the time when I’m writing

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Military life has trained them to not keep throwing dirty clothes on the floor, amongst other things. The only exception is when they undress each other and fall in bed kissing and marking each other, they can’t be bothered to think about that in the heat of the moment.

Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither.

Who is the prankster around the house? Bandit whenever he is invited into their house.

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? No fucking idea.

Who mows the lawn? They have an apartment, not a house with garden, so neither. If they want nature, they go camping, Kapkan isn’t a fan of lawn as a concept tbh.

Who answers the telephone? Both, but more often Kapkan, since Glaz tends to ignore the phone if he’s painting.

Who does the vacuuming? Kapkan, he got used to vacuuming often since he adopted Marsha, otherwise there would be cat hair everywhere.

Who does the groceries? Both, and they go together if they can.

Who takes the longest to shower? None, they keep to short and efficient showers... unless they hop together under the spray.

Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Glaz, he takes his sweet time trimming his beard and making sure it looks right as he wants it to be.

MISCELLANEOUS

Is money a problem? I don’t think so.

How many cars do they own? Each had their own car, so when they start livign together they technically have two cars.

Do they own their home or do they rent? They rent an apartment near the base. Neither of them is close to retiring, so they haven’t thought yet of what they’ll do after Rainbow, or in which country they’ll live then.

Do they live in the city or in the country? The country, most probably.

Do they enjoy their surroundings? For the most part. Surroundings are secondary, what matters the most is the company.

What’s their song? I hate song questions and this is no exception.

What do they do when they’re away from each other? If they’re away from each other that means one of them went on a mission, so they do their damned jobs.

Where did they first meet? When they got selected to be part of Rainbow.

Who spends the most money when out shopping? Depends, Glaz is a danger if let loose on an art’s supplies store, and Kapkan impulse buys knives for his collection.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Neither.

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Glaz finds it funny when the graceful hunter stumbles and trips over, while Kapkan thinks it’s hilarious when Mr. Details fails to see something in his path and trips.

Any mental issues? Yeah, both have PSTD (especially after Outbreak, all ops who were on that Operation have it, imo), Kapkan more than Glaz.

Who’s terrified of bugs? Neither.

Who kills the spiders around the house? Whoever sees the spider, if it’s bothering them.

Their favorite place? Their room, or their apartment when they move in together.

Who pays the bills? Both.

Do they have any fears for their future? Both are terrified of losing the other during a mission. Them dying is something they have more or less assumed, but the other dying? Unthinkable.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? They’re not the type for fancy dinners. Surprising the other with a nice home-made dinner tho? Glaz has done that on occasion.

Who’s the tallest? Kapkan, he’s 1.80m while Glaz is 1.78m. The 2cm difference is negligible tbh.

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Both, but mostly Glaz.

Who wanders around in their underwear? I don’t think either of them would be probe to walking around in their underwear.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Glaz, he sometimes sing along while painting.

What do they tease each other about? Glaz teases Kapkan about how he’s a tsundere like a stubborn cat, trying to deny he likes affection but then he practically melts when he gets some. Kapkan teases Glaz about how he looks like a baby when he shaves his beard.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Neither, although Glaz might sometimes poke a bit of fun about how Kapkan’s wardrobe seems to have only hoodies.

Who crushed first? Glaz.

Any alcohol or substance related problems? Nah.

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Both, all the Spetsnaz go drinking together as a team, so the boys stumble home drunk together.

Who swears the most? Glaz, and that bit is canon if you listen to their voicelines! 😄

#rainbow 6 siege #r6s #rainbow six siege #kapkan #glaz #headcanons #one OTP to rule them all

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A coffee-buffet-stroll-grocery-coffee kind of day with bb (best eat-all-you-can experience so far!)

When all you think of are work and adulting, it’s great to have a break, escape from your routine, and spend the whole day with someone who genuinely cares and reminds you to enjoy life--explore the world one adventure at a time. It’s like going on a field trip, but instead of being surrounded by 100 kids (whom you may not know well), you’re with someone you can be 100% yourself with. And when all stresses pile up, sometimes you just have to be reminded that you have each other. : )

One of the earliest plot twists of this year is having this escapade with my close friend/sibling (and favorite buffet buddy!) Karl! It was truly something Niu. First we had Bonitos buffet in LB (2017), then Buffet 101 in Alabang (2018), then Sambokojin at Megamall with Hannah (2020), and now, Niu by Vikings! (View some of our past adventures here )

I decided to make this a text-form post because photo diaries are limited to 10 pictures at a time; but oh well, I’d love to share our January 30 in detail :)

Our first stop was Capitol Commons Starbucks (8AM-10AM)

Second stop: Niu by Vikings (11:00 onwards)

Third stop: SM Aura stroll

Fourth stop: S&R grocery

Fifth stop: Paseo de Magallanes

I had three first times in a single day!! Thank you so much bb for inviting me to hang out and making time for me despite your very, very busy schedule <3 I will never forget this day and I’m excited to create more beautiful memories with you--whether it’s a simple sound trip at a parking lot, a road trip, a coffee date, an acads session, or a “field trip” with five stops like today!

Read on if you want to view more photos from today’s escapade (mostly from Niu :) And thank you bb for taking my OOTDs too hehe)

Part I: Capitol Commons

We forgot to take a selfie at Starbucks and didn’t notice how fast the time was haha. Two hours just flew by and it was time to go to Niu. Actually, the whole day just flies by when I’m with you.  

I missed our road-trips-slash-sound-trips!! It seems only yesterday when we headed to MainLib, or IRRI, or Calamba, or Southwoods so we can study (or just chill.) It’s because of a road trip with you that I loved Ben&Ben in 2017!

Part II. The Niu experience

It was our first time here, and whoa, see the difference from the usual Vikings!

Loved the interiors and the ambience!

Their selections offer more dishes as well, yayy!

Boy, look at all that cholesterol. Isn’t it splendid?

Happy they have lamb and lengua as The Alley by Vikings didn’t have them.

Of course, there is no forgetting that we are still in a pandemic.

Hello, addiction! Sushi, maki, and sashimi!!!

Love these refreshing drinks!! 

Boy, they have free booze! I almost gave it a try but am scared I’d get drunk with a few sips since I never tried alcohol before haha xD 

Their seafood thermidor was the bomb! It’s my first time ever to try this dish, as well as other dishes I only saw on Hayday before (shepherd’s pie, for example). Karl is an amazing chef and it’s great he knows how to cook some of these, too. Flex ko lang na sobrang galing nya rin magbake, guys, check out Packed Munchies Sent on Facebook to order his ube choco pandesal, cookies, and more sweets!

Couldn’t get enough of the salmon sashimi, pizza, dimsum, dark chocolate brittle, and French macarons! Also learned to be careful when eating food whose name can’t be pronounced HAHA.

Niu’s tempura was one of Karl’s faves, along with carrot cake and blueberry cheescake!! Hi bb :D

As a professional buffet queen, eating with five plates to taste a bit of everything is normal HAHA chour.

OOTD! I LOVE this pink jacket Karl gave!! It’s always been a dream to have a jacket in this specific shade waaa! And he didn’t know it was my dream so this was really a lovely surprise (i think it’s the platonic equivalent of maternal instinct hehe) thank you soooo much bb! :D

We really enjoyed our Niu experience, yay! But our date was far from over hehe.

Part III. SM Aura stroll

Our selfie with Momi at the Department Store.

Sigh, this is only my second time at Aura, and I remember the first time, I didn’t even have a 20 peso bill. All I had were coins. Long story short, I was invited to attend a networking event on May 13 2017 and they gave me a ride back and forth. But I didn’t have anything, couldn’t even buy a bottle of water because nothing is free at Aura. I said, someday, I’ll be back, and be able to eat here. I didn’t know that I wouldn’t just get to eat, I would eat in a buffet! And with someone very dear to me! 

Sometimes Karl and I just look back at our college days and we’re amazed at how we’re adulting now. I remember him saying in 2018 that the things that used to be only dreams before are now becoming possible for us : )

Anyway, here is another OOTD at Aura’s Sky Garden! Thank youuuu bb for taking these photos yayyy (pandemic inspired haha porma porma pa rin kahit naka face mask and face shield)

I missed uploading outfit posts hueuhe should i revive the fashion part of this blog? Haha fashournalist started as a style diary in 2011 and it evolved into a memory box filled with throwbacks and so many things in between

I tried taking a stolen photo of Karl, too haha:

Part IV: S&R grocery

I’m ecstatic you guys, I’ve never been inside S&R before haha! I remember in June 18, 2016, after my lab test at Hi-Precision Santa Rosa, Dad and I tried to enter S&R in Nuvali. I thought they could welcome non-members if it’s just the pizza we’re after. But nope, no entry for us haha! Was able to try their pizza elsewhere like at Newport and other malls, but I still wanted to stroll inside their grocery someday. The day has arrived! (next goal: sneak into Landers even without membership haha)

Only bought four items (two of which i’ve never tried before) as I made sure I would not overspend haha and am scheduled to buy stuff at Puregold the following day--little did I know that products in S&R are actually cheaper! Their Corned Lechon, for example, is 9 pesos cheaper compared to that in Puregold! 

Part V: Paseo de Magallanes

This is another first time for me as I could not reach this place without a car haha. It’s a very cozy place. 

I love that we started and ended our day with coffee :) 

Coffee, tons of food and tons of stories in between! Thank you sooo much bb for this memorable date! And super thank you for the jacket, as well as Dad’s black towel! I am touched by how you remembered Dad loves the color black so much (and how I love pink, too huhu). Every moment with you is memorable, no matter how simple, or grand. We used to study for exams, cram papers together, study in libraries or IRRI, eat in canteens like Kentz in Demarces--all the simple things. Now we get to experience more adventures in more places! : )

When all you think of are work and adulting, it’s great to have a break, escape from your routine, and spend the whole day with someone who genuinely cares and reminds you to enjoy life--explore the world one adventure at a time.

I am super glad and grateful we had this January 30 bonding, Karl :) Thank you for being so thoughtful, caring, and sweet <3 (I and everyone you love are so lucky to have someone like you in our lives) Looking forward to more milestones and memories with you bb, cheers to all the adventures ahead of us! Love youuuuuuu

Always,

Grace :)

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[woossexyponytail]

Shadow Born Chapter 2 New beginnings.

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We finally made it to Jeonju, the house we parked at was big, it was also very old, I looked over to Yunho he looked pale staring at the house.

"Oh how lovely, it hasn't change a bit" Auntie said looking up at the house, she undid the seatbelt and got out of the car grabbing stuff to bring in.

"Auntie? Are you sure this is the right place?" I asked walking up to her with a box in my hands, Yunho running up behind us holding Salem in his arms.

"It looks too old to be even liveable" Yunho said stopping in front of the giant black tree that was in the front garden, seeing a squirrel pop out of it, Yunho jumped back as Salem skatered out of his arms and both ran up to us.

"Of course it's the right place sillys" she said getting to the door, without lifting a finger the front door opened letting her in, I looked over at Yunho as we both grinned at each other.

Walking through the door in to the entrance infront of me was the spiraling stairs leading to the second floor, to the left was the kitchen and dining room, while to the right was the living room and a seating area.

"Hi, Hello there" someone said from the still opened door, turning around a woman was stood at the entrance smiling at myself and Yunho.

"Oh Hello, how can I help you?" Auntie said walking back from the kitchen, the woman gasped at auntie then brightened her smile.

"Jeong Bomi? Oh my goodness, how long has it been" she said walking up and hugging her, "Not long enough, apparently" she said looking over at Yunho and I, we both giggled looking away.

"Uh this is my niece and nephew-" auntie said pointing over at us, I smiled at the woman and Yunho waved at her.

"Oh I'm so sorry about your loss" she said walking up to us and hugging, I tensed up but thankfully she let go.

"So w..what are you doing here?" Auntie said looking around the place looking anxious.

"Your looking at the neighbourhood council, to welcome or in this case welcome back people, so welcome back! Anyway let me know if there is anything I could do for you" she said grabbing auntie hand and squeezing it.

"Thank you Haeun, well we've got a lot of unpacking to do" auntie said showing her to the door.

"Oh of course, I'll see you later" she said leaving, auntie shut the door sighing with relief she closed her eyes taking a breath then walking to the kitchen.

"Kang Haeun, satan how I hated her growing up, I forgot this town's so full of parasites. And not the good kind" she said opening up one of the boxes and taking out some plates.

"So it's not just because her name means God's grace?" I asked laughing Yunho chuckled as we helped unpack the kitchen.

After getting settled down stairs we all sat down in the living room. Auntie feed her spiders that were sitting in the corner, I looked at the time seeing that it was twelve o'clock.

"Right, I think it's time for you two to go upstairs and unpack, your rooms are still the same Yn on the left Yunho on the right" she giggled walking back in to the kitchen.

I walked up the stairs stopping at the top and turned left to look at the big door that lead to my new/old bedroom, Yunho doing the same.

I opened the door and was greeted by babe pink walls, the curtains white, my single bed put in the corner, dark wooden floors two huge windows that showed the neighbourhood.

The room fulled with boxes to unpack I walked over to the chest of draws seeing all the dust covering it, seeing three picture frames I picked the one nearest to me whipping the dust away.

Seeing a couple in the picture holding two baby's, it looked like mum and dad holding me and Yunho I put it back down looking over to the door to see Yunho standing at the doorway.

"I can't believe Auntie left so much behind" I told Yunho who nodded walking in to the room grinning at the colour of the walls.

"I can't believe it hasn't been vandalised or broken in to" Yunho said I nodded agreeing with him, there is something weird about the house, almost like it's alive.

After an hour the time showed one o clock in the afternoon, my room was all done and looked cozy, I smiled at the room liking it, but definitely have to change the colour of the wall soon.

"Oh you two are done, do you wanna take a stroll around town?" Auntie asked I nodded agreeing while Yunho sighed but nodded anyway.

The streets weren't that busy only a few people walking around shopping, auntie stopped looking up at a flower shop call Mystic Flowers, gesturing for us to follow her in to the building.

The walls where white, the floors a light wooden colour the flowers arranged in colour coordination all around the room.

A young male walked out of the back smiling at us he was very slender and tall, but not as tall as Yunho, his hair was black with red stripes through his strands, he wore a black shirt that was tucked in to his black jeans and black boots.

"Hi! I'm San welcome to Mystic Flowers, were you can get any flower your heart desire" he grins at us, he looked at me then pouted, "To cheesy?" He asked.

"Yes" both Yunho and I said at the same time, causing him to scratch the back of his neck, "What no it was adorable" auntie said giggling.

"Uh can I help you with anything?" He asked I caught him looking over at me again, raising an eyebrow at him, he blushed and looked down at the floor. Yunho watched our interaction and snorted.

"Oh no I was wondering if the place was still owned by the choi family?" Auntie said smiling sweetly at him.

"Oh yeah my mum still owns it, are you an old friend?" San asked eyes brightening up, auntie nodded while San quickly left to grab his mum.

I walked around the room looking at the different flowers stopping at a group of gorgeous purple flowers, I felt someone stand next to me, looking up San was standing there looking at the same flower.

"Ah the Ipomoea the flower represents love or death, It's one of my favourites mostly because it's purple" he said chuckling, I couldn't take my eyes off of him, he was stunning, shaking my head I smiled at him when his eyes connected with mine.

I noticed a bunch of gold roses behind him, walking over to them San followed me. I looked up seeing another woman talking to auntie, most probably San's mum, Yunho was looking at his phone uninterested to the things around him.

"You've got golden roses?" I asked carefully picking one up and lifting it to my face to get a smell of the odd flower.

"Yeah we just got them in this morning, beautiful aren't they? Did you know that they represents-"

"Sacrifice." I interrupted him as I touch the petals feeling how soft it was to the touch. "Uh yeah you know your flowers huh" he chuckled.

"I just like knowing the meaning and symbolism of things mountain" I said smirking at him, San chuckled blushing again I looked down smiling softly.

Looking back up at him as he was watching me with the flower, the noise around us stopped as I got lost in his eyes, a tap on my shoulder got me back to the present, looking behind me Yunho was smirking at me.

"We're going now Yn, didn't you hear?" He asked trying to stop himself from laughing, I rolled my eyes at him wanting him to be quiet and hoping I wasn't blushing.

"Hey San, we'll see you at school yeah?" Yunho said smiling at him, San looked confused at what he was saying.

"Your mum said you and I are in the same year, and since we just moved here we will see you at school on Monday" Yunho explained, San nodded now understanding what he ment.

"Oh yeah, see you on Monday then" he smiled down at me, I put the golden rose back and waved goodbye as we walked out of the building.

"Oh someone's interested" Yunho giggled as we walked down the street again following behind auntie, I elbowed him in the ribs as I quickened my pace.

"Ok you two wanna get some lunch somewhere?" She asked turning back to us, we both nodded then stopped at a small coffee shop that auntie said was alway her go to place when she was younger.

Standing in line auntie was going on and on about the sandwiches that they had and hoped that they were still made the same.

I decided what I wanted and zoned out looking around the room, it was very busy but people where getting take away instead of taking a seat, I looked at the staff that was behind the barrister station.

I caught the eye of a barrister he was about the same age as San, he had black hair parted in the middle, he had thick glasses on, he had a beauty mark just below his left eye.

Our eyes connected he smirks at me, tilts his head to the side and then gives me a little wave, the action made me blush so I turned away quickly.

Hearing a high pitch laugh I looked over to see him laughing a bright smile on his face, then another male about the same age with light brown hair one side laying over his eye while the other half slicked back, he had a large birth mark at the side of his eye.

He punched the other who was laughing, it looked like he was scolding the other, for some reason it brought a smile to my face.

We got to the counter auntie quickly turned around asking us what we wanted, we told her as the young male who hit the other walked up to us smiling.

"Hi I'm Yeosang, what can I get you?" He asked, auntie told him our order and paid for our lunch, Yeosang told us to sit down and Wooyoung that other barista would bring us our food.

We sat down near the window looking out at the street, auntie looked around at the place saying how the interior hasn't change.

The barista Wooyoung walked over to bring the drinks and food, he placed them down on the table, we thanked him but he didn't leave, looking up at him be was staring down at me a smile on his face.

"I'm wooyoung, you new here? I haven't seen you before" he said I nodded but Yunho pushed his hand out to shake Wooyoung's while auntie winked at me.

"Newish, we were born here but moved away with our aunt Bomi here, I'm Yunho this is my older sister Yn" he said he's cheerful personality coming out.

"Well, let me be the first to welcome you back, I'm the first right?" He asked, I shocked my head no but auntie quickly interrupted.

"Aw thank you sweety, that's very kind of you isn't it my little doves" she smiled, Yunho nodded then looked over at me, I felt Wooyoung's eyes on me.

"Uh yeah it is" I said a small smile on my face Wooyoung giggled at my reaction, I brushed my hair behind my ear looking down at the table.

"Enjoy your food" he said pushing a napkin towards me giving me a wink then walked away, I picked up my food then looked at the napkin seeing a number on it saying 'call me' with a winking face.

Yunho picked it up reading it then laughed, I quickly grabbed at the napkin taking it out of his hands, he then told auntie what was writen on it.

I blushed and sunk down in my seat wanting to leave and go home, this town is ridiculous, I'm like the new meat for some of these guys, Satan only knows what's going to happen on Monday.

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[tiaragqueen]

Tiger By The Tail

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Kim Taehyung x Gardener!Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,5k+

✂ Trigger Warning: Obsessiveness, possessiveness, implied death

✂ This story is fictional and for amusement only. I don't believe any of the members would do this in real life. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day!

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"The taste of love is sweet. When hearts like ours meet, I fell for you like a child. Oh, but the fire went wild.” - Ring Of Fire [Johnny Cash]

     A human’s desire knows no bounds.

     It was a fact that Taehyung used to deny when he first laid his eyes on you.

     You were a young woman; having been fired from your recent job and short on money. You didn’t have any particular skills, yet by some pure luck, you managed to land yourself as a new gardener in Kim's estate. It was laborious work, but the payment was worth it. As expected from the prestigious Kim family. Moreover, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so you’d be a fool to miss it.

     Due to your inexperience in gardening, you were prone to small accidents like scratching on a thorn or spraying your shirt with the hose. You weren't necessarily a klutz, as told by his butler when he recounted your interview.

     However, Taehyung was well aware that he was the cause of your sudden clumsiness. Or rather, paranoia.

     Taehyung had been watching you since your very first day of working through the window of his room; initially intrigued with the new addition in his house. Although he might seem aloof and indifferent, Taehyung still paid attention to his staff. He was, after all, the oldest son of the Kim family. Sooner or later, he would replace his father as the head of the family. If he was ignorant of his own servants, then how would he be a good leader for the employees later? Never mind that he wasn't particularly fond of his father's decision, but tradition is a tradition.

     Yet the fact how you were still oblivious to his figure that kept standing behind the glass like a watchman was surprising and amusing at the same time.

     But Taehyung was a straightforward man. He was never the dreamer, nor was he taught to be one. He was the doer; the one who actively made decisions. He wasn't the one who 'go with the flow'. He was the maker of his destiny.

     Taehyung needed to see you in person; to stand and breathe in the same air as yours. It was funny how he seemed to be worshipping the ground you walked on when he could have any other woman with a flick of his fingers. He had the perfect face to make them drop their skirts off and the covetable wealth. Besides, you were just as plain – even unnoticeable – like the rest of his servants.

     But of course, he had a tunnel-like vision when it came to you.

     Ah, the effect of love at first sight... Something that he used to scoff at for its silliness.

     This unquenchable desire was what prompted him to approach you for the first time after weeks of observing and wondering. Noticing and studying every little quirk you consciously and unconsciously did. Wishing and daydreaming about the future that included you, him, a couple of kids, a cozy house in the countryside, and a pet or two. You could even plant some plants if you wanted, or trying your hands in simple farming.

     And God, he didn’t regret his choice one bit. The prelude of the many encounters to come.

     Even though you wore a green apron over a plain white shirt and blue jeans, there was something remarkably attractive to you. The way your bare face – free from any makeup he was used to seeing in his everyday life – was sweaty, you still looked ethereal. Like an angel that descended from Heaven just to bless his sight with her beauty alone.

     “Hello,” he spoke up with his deep voice that never failed to surprise anyone, including you. You clumsily dropped the hose that you used to water the plants and bowed.

     “G-good afternoon.” you stuttered. It wasn’t until you noticed just who had personally come to see you until you stood with mouth agape like a fish out of the water. Taehyung was no stranger to such expression, but to see you act like that was strangely endearing. It made him feel... proud.

     It wasn’t as if he was planning to impress you either, yet he still felt happy for some reason.

     "You'll catch a fly if you keep opening your mouth like that." he teased. An indescribable warmth spread across his chest when you blushed and looked away bashfully. Just as he predicted you to.

     Ever since that day, Taehyung had taken the time in his busy schedule to get to know this amazing woman that had captivated him. He learned that you were fired for exposing the company’s secrets, despite your fruitless attempts in defending yourself. It wasn’t until a few days later that your boss finally captured the real culprit, and had issued a formal apology to you. You’d forgiven them, regardless of the tiny resentment that still lingered, but refused their offer to work for them again.

     Although Taehyung was exasperated with the unfair treatment you’d received - how did they just blame you for such a cruel crime without proof? - your rejection had eased his burning anger. Taehyung discreetly relaxed, satisfied with your decision. How could he not? Had you accept their proposal, then surely he wouldn’t be able to meet you. And that was something he couldn’t and refused to imagine.

     You also told him a bit about your past - after days of insistent coaxing from him; you didn't know why he was so adamant about learning it - like your mother’s illnesses, for example. It broke his heart when he saw your eyes teared up a little at the mention of her laying in bed, tended by your siblings. Through this revelation, Taehyung could see the exhaustion that sagged your eyelids or the occasional glaze in your beautiful irises.

     You were exhausted, both mentally and physically.

     Taehyung bit his lower lip. Why didn't he notice this before? He felt like a terrible boyfriend now...

     In an attempt to 'fix' his mistake, Taehyung offered you a job as his secretary with double payment. You were honestly tempted to take it – with such a high salary, you could pay the hospital bills quicker – but something in you had prevented you from doing that. Although you admitted that you felt a bit paranoid lately, you didn’t know if you were ready to take on such a huge responsibility.

     Or maybe you were just lying to yourself because really, there was something suspicious from him. Sure, he was nice and all, but this little voice inside your head kept telling you to watch out for him. And frankly, his presence alone always made your nerves skyrocketed despite him regularly accompanying you.

     But of course, you being you, ignored all the little hints until it was too late.

     It was one gloomy day when Taehyung noticed a silver ring on your finger. Particularly the ring finger. You told him, with a small yet jubilant smile in your face, that you were happily engaged. Taehyung fell silent, speechless with the answer despite having been dreading it beforehand. You were his girlfriend after all, and obviously, he wasn't prepared to hear that kind of response.

     But if there was one important thing he learned from being a businessman aside from the boring stuff, was that you couldn’t always wear your emotions on the sleeves. And Taehyung did exactly just that.

     He smiled the same boxy smile and congratulated you, paying no heed to your surprised countenance. Only those who look deep into his eyes would notice the hidden and dark intent behind his so-called 'support'.

     In the next few days, you came to work bleary-eyed. You made a lot of mistakes more than usual, and you were sensitive to even the slightest scold from the butler. Taehyung, noticing your depressing mood, pulled you aside, and gently asked the reason. You couldn’t even say more than three words before you broke down in his embrace, the reality of your fiancé being dead becoming too much for you to bear. Taehyung happily accepted the inevitable breakdown and cooed comforting words into your ears.

     You were so vulnerable; so deep in grief until you missed the tiny smirk that graced his exotic features. Or the brief beeping sound that notified him about the successful mission of killing a certain man.

     But Taehyung didn’t care. As long as he had you in his arms - caressing your messy hair like this - nothing else mattered anymore.

     To hell with sins and guilt. You were the love of his life. His soulmate. You were lucky that his love was the only thing that prevented him from forcing you to watch your fiancé's horrifying torture.

      Because Kim Taehyung was cruel like that. His mysteriously handsome face disguised a wicked man, willing to do anything it takes to make the love of his life as his.

     At least, you could learn to love him now. Even if you didn't, then he would have no problem threatening you to stop paying for your mother's hospital bills, essentially killing her with stress and deteriorating health. Or even guilt-tripping you for everything he'd done for you.

     Whichever worked the best.

     Outside, the sun finally showed herself in the overcast sky after she went into rather long hiding.

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[jawllines]

please i know blurb requests are closed but PLEASE PLEASE write some witch!harry, i love it, please dear?? that thing about her being clumsy as fuck and spilling potions on her as she entered in harrys witchcraft, mystical shop and he has to do //something// to block the potion, maybe cast a spell, bath her in salty water! Livy pleaseeee!

Letting Y/N into his potion room knowing good and well that she was clumsier than a newborn doe, was probably one of the more riskier and stupid decisions Harry has made, Y/N thinks. Right next to when he tried to stop a fight between to bears, but she’d managed to convince him to let them hash it out on their own. 

She was trying to be careful, she really was! There weren’t any eyeballs in glass jars, or a big black cauldron with two kids inside like she’d let her imagination take her. Instead there were lots of glass bottles with different colored liquids, some bright, some dull, some mossy, nature-like shades and some bright, vibrant colors she couldn’t have dreamed of – all in different glasses and jars. Loads of books, full of spells she assumes, and a few weird looking animals in cages but that’s the extent of the witchery. Mostly it just looks like a cozy place Harry comes to where he happens to mix up magical potions. 

Y/N felt so honored to be let in such a personal spot for Harry, especially when he let her know that apart from Thumper (his pet rabbit) nobody else has been in here. So she was making an effort to be very careful, avoiding every little obstacle that could lead her into ruining a shelf while Harry stood at the door, gauging her reaction to his room from the wonder and awe on her face. 

Everything was fine, until a loud croak came from one of the caged animals (it looked like a bird) and it startles her, hands going for her ears but her elbow knocks into one of the darkly stained wooden platforms and a bottle tips over spilling on her while another knocks to the ground and cracks, and a fizzly liquid is dripping down her legs. Almost immediately she felt a hand on her body, spinning her around and she’s faced with Harry, who’s eyes are wide and she feels like crying, “I’m sorry! God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to –” 

“Shh, shh, m’not worried about that,” he murmurs, looking up and down her body, tutting his tongue when he sees her legs, “You’ve gotten hurt,” he pouts and it’s only then Y/N notices the sting, and the dark droplet of blood dribbling down her leg, “Let’s fix you up.” 

Harry’s ushering her away from the scene while she’s still muttering apologies, but with a small peck to her temple Harry says, “M’just glad you’re alright, Kitten, I don’ care about those. I can always remake potions, I can’t remake you.” 

It makes her heart flutter enough that she’d forgotten that a liquid – a sparkly potion, to be exact – had spilled on her. 

Hell, she hadn’t thought of it until right now. Until she woke up in Harry’s bed, with cat ears and a tail, and she screams loud enough to wake the whole forest. 

Harry snorts awake around a snore, jumping up as his eyes shoot open and his hair is all messy atop of his head. He looks to her, his gaze goes a little wide before he knuckles at his eyes and looks at her again. “Oh dear.” He murmurs. 

“What the hell is this?” She squeaks, standing at the foot of his bed. The room was bright from the sun shining through the windows and the few fairy lights she’d convinced him to string up do well at also illuminating the fact that she indeed had a tail undulating behind her, and ears that keep twitching, “I’ve got – I’m a – what the fuck!” 

“Okay, s’okay, jus’ calm down –” Harry’s voice is soothing but Y/N is far from calm, pacing back and forth across the wooden floors of the tree house (which she’ll never get over how massive it is, and how many rooms he’s built into it and off of it, but that was hardly what she was concerned with right now). 

“How am I s’pposed to calm down Harry, I’ve got a damn tail!” She shouts, but winces away from her own voice, “And it’s so loud, but I don’t know which damn ears to cover.” 

Harry is stumbling out of bed, still sleepy and his shirt is rumpled and sliding off of his shoulder as he walks over to her. Y/N isn’t sure what he’s doing when he loops his fingers around the tail, but he gives a sharp tug that makes her squawk before standing back to look at her fully. “Wow s’really on there, huh?” He murmurs, reaching for the ears and scratching behind them, “You’re kinda cute as a kitty.” 

And Y/N is mad and freaking out no doubt, but there is something so pacifying about how he touches her and how he speaks, that she doesn’t snap at him. Actually she feels the tense in her muscles releasing bit by bit, shoulders slowly slouching and her eyes flutter some, “You’re weirdly calm about this.” She grumbles, peeking up at him and he’s staring at her fondly, a small smile gracing his amaranth colored mouth. 

“S’cos I know how to fix it,” he murmurs in response, letting his fingers tickle down from her ears to either side of her head, massaging her scalp thoroughly and it feels so nice. So nice, in fact, that Y/N purrs, but before she has time to freak the hell out about that Harry shushes her before cooing, “Gosh, Pet, you’re adorable.” 

“Stop,” she whines at him, “Fix me please.” 

Harry scrunches his nose, “Ahh, I guess, but I can’t say m’not g’na have you try this again.” He hums, the pad of his thumb swiping over her bitten bottom lip, “Okay, meet me in the bathroom Pet, n’disrobe and fill up the tub. I gotta go get some things.” 

So Y/N ambles her way into the bathroom, stares at herself for about thirty seconds before finally deciding to just take her clothes off and pulling her hair back (avoiding the ears. . they were really wigging her out). Nothing else had changed much besides the obvious, but she was still a little jittery about getting naked. This wouldn’t be the first time Harry’s seeing her like this, but the first time had been an accident and he wouldn’t look her in the eyes for a week after. It’s safe to say she isn’t entirely sure of what the outcome might be from this, as she climbs into the tub full of warm water and sinks into it. The edge of the bath comes to her shoulders, which is nice she thinks, so the water sloshes around her breasts when she turns it off.  

Harry comes in about five minutes later with his hands full of bottles Y/N doesn’t know what’s in, and a wash cloth. She catches his eyes looking over her body in the tub before they dart away and he clears his throat, “Okay, so this is going to require me to some extent, if that’s okay with you. I’ve got to lather some stuff on you and – well, I’ve got to see you naked and touch you a lot, and –” 

“It’s fine Harry, promise,” she murmurs, “Just change me back.” 

Harry nods, sinking to his knees and setting everything on the ground. First he take a bottle full of some iridescent fluid and pours it into the water, and Y/N watches with wide eyes as it begins to make the water bubble lit its boiling. She looks over to him, “Are you trying to cook me?” 

A warm laugh draws from Harry as he pours another bottle into the tub with her, this a thick, glossy violet shade, “No, no – if I were, I’d surely stuff you full of food like a proper witch might.” He grins, before pouring another liquid from the last bottle only this time into his hands, rubbing his palms together and scooting closer on his knees, “Okay, Pet,” he clears his throat, “Uh give me your arms.” 

Y/N half expects something terribly grand to happen as Harry starts lathering her arms with the thick, sea foam colored fluid. It smells like a garden had been infused in it, with fresh lilac and lavender-y scents. He is careful and deliberate in how he does it -- like there might be some sort of science to it; working it into her shoulders, down her sides until his hands touch at the water. Then he gets more, asks for her legs and does just the same. 

It’s when he gets to her torso that he pauses, looking up at her with soft jade eyes like he might be asking for permission. Nodding, Y/N shuffles so its easier for him to reach her stomach, drawing her shoulders back so that it’s easier for him to get at her breasts too. Noticeably gulping, Harry starts from her belly and works his way up, cupping around the swell of her tits and running his thumb over her nipple (that flickers back in place afterwards). Honestly, Y/N doesn’t know how this is going to change her back but she doesn’t mind this bit at all -- it even ruptures a noise she’s never made before from the depths of her chest, and it startles the both of them. Enough so that Harry’s hands stop mid knead of her breasts and Y/N is staring at him with a puzzled gaze. 

“Did you just --” Harry starts, moving to sit on his knees, “You just purred for me, didn’t you?” 

“I -- I guess? I didn’t mean to it just. . .” she trails off, embarrassed by it. Just because she’s got the properties for the animal doesn’t mean she needs to start acting like it. 

Harry doesn’t let her look away though, because as soon as she does he slides his hand up her throat so that she tilts her face up, “None of tha’, Pet, was proper cute it was. Making it hard to keep this PG.” He shifts closer to the tub when she tries to catch a glimpse of what he might mean, before his hand falls away from her, “On your knees then, need’a get at your bum, if that’s alright.”

She slings herself over the edge of the tub, droplets of water dripping down from her fingertips and onto the floor beneath them. Though Harry soon positions her differently -- takes her by the forearms and moves them onto his shoulders, “I’ve got to touch your -- your tail, Love, so bear with me, okay?” 

Though she nods, she isn’t fully listening. Distracted by how close Harry is to her face, and how is eyes are so pretty, and glassy, and they make her feel all mushy inside. Especially when they’re filled with so much warmth before he’s leaning to hook his chin over her shoulder, sliding his hands down her back and over her bum, rubbing over in circles before grabbing at the base of the tail and squeezing tightly. 

“Ah!” She yelps, jerking but Harry holds strong, “Let go, that hurts.”  

“Just a tick longer, Pet, m’sorry.” He promises. 

Y/N grumbles, “M’never going into your potion room again.” 

With another soft, warm laugh Harry lets go of her and places his hands at her hips to urge her back down into the water. Washes off whatever that stuff was before presenting her with the biggest, fluffiest towel she’s ever seen in her life. He wraps it snugly around her, guiding her shivering body back to the bedroom (it’d been raining and a small cold front was brought along with it). Gives her one of his big long sleeves to shrug on and a pair of boxers that he strategically cut a hole out of, and helped her pull the tail through it. 

All in all the rest of the day turns out to be quite normal. Thumper was eyeing her cautiously and Harry was suggesting tuna salad for lunch and salmon for supper, but otherwise by the end of the night she was tucked into his side like any other. 

“M’sorry I accidentally turned you into a cat.” He apologizes, but Y/N leans forward and kisses him on the cheek, making him turn a rosy red. 

“It’s okay.” And it was, really, Y/N isn’t as upset as she had been this morning because technically this was her fault for being a clumsy mess and dating a witch on top of that. 

She wouldn’t have it any other way though. 

#anon #AHHH #BLURB #OR #BLURBS #FLUFFY

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Christmas Around the World

I’ve been waiting for almost a year to finally post this! Who knew that a year later, I would be finishing this post from Oxford St, surrounded by live Christmas carols and decorations that might blind the tourist eye. 

Regardless on where you are or what you believe in, Christmas is always a special happy time to celebrate together with whom you love the most. Perfect occasion to drink and eat delicious feasts and fall into a food comma until the next day. Wasn’t that was resurrection was about? :D <3 

I had the chance to spend December in different continents and countries, yet only 2 times I’ve spent Christmas away from home: one in HCMC and another one in Madrid. 

So... how do people experience the most joyful time of the year around the globe?? 

Southern Hemisphere - Hot Sunny Summer A) Uruguay - Montevideo & Punta del Este :: Home Lovely Home

Imagine this: 34 degrees Celsius, sunny beaches with mainstream, snowy decorations on every corner. Heavy, caloric food, heritage from cold Christmas spent in Italy or Spain, where our main ancestors have come from. Green countryside postcards and the white, sandy beaches are the Uruguayan equivalent of a snowy pine wood. Still, Santa, or as we call it, Papa Noel, wears the same winter outfit. 

At home is always about the “mesa” service. It’s a ritual. My Dad loves to do it and he is the greatest host when it comes to cuisine “alla Tocchetto”. When I was little, I remember helping him with el Nono while eating some of the charcuterie while preparing it, before going to Church o “Misa de Gallo”, the ceremony performed on the Christmas Eve, with my Mom, la Nona and Aurora. The best part of the Misa is that after it, Christ was already born so I was able to open my presents earlier than 12 o’clock - hence, earlier than anybody else!- and at midnight we only concentrated on staring in awe the great fireworks.

As a second dish, we usually have lechon or cold pigglet, with potatoe salad. Of course, we had turron, an almond and honey pie, as well as digestives and drinks, just enjoying them all-together. Sometimes, my godfather Beto also joined.  

Over the last 10 years or so, we changed the setting to Punta del Este, where we started renting the penthouse of this little wonderful boutique hotel and had bbqs and a privileged views of the ocean and the peninsula. Although is summertime, you can always count on experiencing some wind in Punta, so we were always wrapped in blankets or wearing a light sweater. 

Life happens and suddenly the guests at the table became less, with more empty seats, but with the same spirit and love. Those chairs were replaced by life long lasting friends like Henry & Carmen, once my lovely Turkish roommate Ayse joined, and it was a special occasion since it was her first and only Christmas at the time. I’m really looking forward for this 2017 Christmas since I haven’t been in Uruguay in December since 2015, whilst the year before I’ve spent it in Australia and Vietnam. 

Western Europe:: The tradition begins  A) Spain: Madrid & Galicia & Barcelona 

Last year was the first one that we spent it all together abroad, destination: Spain. There wasn't much to do in Madrid on the night of the 24th as we were expecting, but we did have two wonderful surprises: 1) we did our first DIY Christmas Sweater and 2) we discovered the amazing comfort food of “Migajas de Navidad”, meaning bread crumbs with everything else you can find: chorizo, meat, beans and veggies. 

B) England - London 

Stylish, classy, British. I had the chance to be there last weekend and it was the biggest snowstorm of the last 4 years! You could actually appreciate the white scenery across urban London, and that’s not common at all. Hot chocolate, warm mulled wine with cinnamon and pieces of fruit, as well as Pret-a-Manger soups are some of the British delights that keeps you warm during this wonderful time. Listening to random Christmas carols or singing for charity is something quite common on London Streets - cresting along lasting memory and stealing you a smile every single time. 

C) Portugal - Lisboa & Porto 

This is Christmas with Saudade. The Portuguese feeling of nostalgia is present in every food and on every corner. The lights are on but dimmed or faded out a little, with multiple Christmas Markets around, and the traditional Bolo Rei.

It was quite nice to arrive to our Airbnb and received, under a beautiful Christmas tree, three little gifts. We had such nice hosts and the location were superb: quite close to Praca de Pedro in Lisbon and a few blocks away from the main square in Porto. Such a lovely stayed and magical eve.

South East Asia:: Humid and Joyful  A) Singapore - Singapore 

Another hot and sweaty Christmas. In the humid weather, creating a cool atmosphere is more than necessary. Modern Christmas Markets, in-store Christmas carols, full-on decorated avenues and what they call a “Christmas Wonderland” is ready to transmit the coziness of the most wonderful time of the year! The key stars of Singapore are Gardens by the Bay displays, with each year’s unique proposal -one year they even scheduled a live show of snow fall!- and Orchard Road, the most important and fashionable street where Christmas presents and purchases are made. Each store competes with each other to get the most amazing decoration, therefore more likes and pictures shared on Instagram, creating a wonderful and cheerful avenue where shopping becomes a North Pole visit. 

B) Vietnam - Ho Chi Minh City 

I’ve spent a very unconventional Christmas here in HCMC. I went to church to respect my home traditions, went back home, walking down Hai Ba Trung. I exchanged gifts with my couple and I kinda received a wedding proposal in return. It was a very joyful moment. We hugged each other very closely and went to have dinner to this wonderful place we truly liked, I cant remember the name at the moment, but I do remember the amazing little red tea tiramisu served in a little plant pot. It was a Thai Place. We carried our little champagne bottles downtown and greet the passing by people with a “merry chismas” - the way they pronounced it. Every Vietnamese in Saigon was out driving around, taking pictures of the crazy motorbike scene of that night, having a very merry moment. 

Northern Hemisphere - The B Side::: Where the real magic happens  

A) Russia -  Moscow & St Petersburg 

I went to Russia during December and experienced the snowy magic of the ex USSR, but didn’t have the chance to experience Christmas Night itself over there. I guess Orthodox Christmas may vary a little bit from what one is used to,  but I’m sure it would be amazing too.

I did had the chance to ice skate in front of the GUM, the amazing and huge commercial store located right next to Lenin’s mausoleum on The Red Square. It was quite a magical experience yet it made me think a lot. Everything was very Christmasy, very “Coca-Cola” if you’d like, since they do have this special Santa guy as well. Oranges are the Ortohdox symbol of prosperity and good luck that’s why they put it over the tree (same as the offerings done in Lunar ew Year in South East Asia). Chocolates, packed in a very unique, Russian way that resembles Russian architecture style tiles, are also served as treats for kids and adults alike. 

It was such a nice experience, drinking the warm mulled wine, riding a wonderful carrousel, singing Volga-Volga, remembering my Nono and toasting on his name. You feel the new Russian vibe but there’s something graceful and elegant about their Czarist past they can’t get rid of and you feel like a princess, waiting for Anastasia to show up and gossip about the past ballet or opera show. 

Shopping malls are also quite fantastic - and when it comes to discounts and trends, Russians know their stuff. 

B) Finland - Rovaniemi 

When hitting north, you better go big or go home. I went to Rovaniemi, in the highest, Northern part of Finland, on my way to Lapland. It was nice to make a stop there, not only to experience the Article Circle crossing line, but also and mainly because you can experience there real house of Santa Claus. Remember when you were a kid and you ended up taking pictures of yourself in every mall with a very dubious looking Santa? Well.. in this one, you can actually get the original picture after all!

You can visit Santa’s workshop and experience how the gifts are being made by the Elf team and you can learn the different Christmas traditions from around the globe. There’s an amazing souvenir shop where you can actually get your passport stamp by “the North Pole / Santa’s Workshop” but they getting more and more picky about that, since they don’t dare to stamp your actual passport anymore with a fake “country”. Yet, make sure to bring postcards or notebooks and get those stamps instead!

Bites & KMs Tip:::: SANTA CLAUS VILLAGE EXCLUSIVE!::::

You can also experience the deers and hopefully, if you are lucky, you can meet - or eat- Rudolf! There is a beautiful restaurant shaped as a tipi hut, North Pole style of course, where delicious feasts are being served. Don’t lose your time and go straight to the deer or even bear meat, you won’t regret it!

C) Sweden - Stockholm

If you imagine a white, snowy perfect Christmas, I bet Sweden and Stockholm is what’s on your mind and trust me, it will surely surpass your expectations. 

My lovely Sverige. Saint Lucia’s weekend is by far the most festive one and the one you should not miss! Same week as the Nobel Prize ceremony, Saint Lucia is a very typical Swedish Tradition, where carols and candles are being lighted in honor of this Saint. They also do a very picturesque procession in Gamla Stan and in Skansen. The lovely Christmas Markets, with their handcrafted art and food are a delight you shouldn’t miss. Try some mulled wine to warm you up while watching the amazing city lights, making it even more charming than usual, rising up its splendor.

D) New York, New York - Mariah Carey’s Kingdom 

It is indeed the most wonderful time of the year. With the incredible 5th Ave window displays, the fantastic and traditional Saks megastore decoration, as well as the Rockefeller Christmas Tree lightening, New York is fantastic during this time. All the parks around Manhattan and Brooklyn have Christmas Markets where to find delicious treats, fantastic gifts and charming people sharing the Christmas spirit. Macy’s and all the department stores play “All I Want for Christmas is You” and it’s the anthem for December. It makes me so happy. Download the Spotify playlist and enjoy Mariah, Wham! and Michael Bluble non stop.  

Wherever you experience it, whatever you believe in, I do tend to agree with the song that says “It’s the most wonderful time of the year” since, regardless of the gift and shopping stress, family business and menu planning discussions, people are happier, people are more united, and people are having a blast with the one they love. So, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from Bites &Kms, with love <3

#christmas #snow #summer #sverige #sweden #finland #singapore #vietnam #australia #puntadeleste #montevideo #spain #barcelona #travel #happiness #love #holidayseason

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I currently have 16 days left of school and I'm very stressed out to the point, where I'm vomiting. Anyways, could you possibly write a very fluffy scenario with either 76 or Jesse and them trying to calm and relax their s/o?? Thank you so much sugar!! 🌸

I’m SO sorry this is a few days late!! I’ve been hella stressed myself and finally caught up on my classwork from being sick with a cold. I hope you feel better really soon and I hope that this helps make you feel a little better! I send lots of love and hugs and support and positivity spells your way!

So, how about 76 AND Jesse? :0

~~~

Jesse McCree

“Jesse, usually, when your romantic partner is stressed, your job as their romantic partner is help them chill out, not kick them out of their home for hours!” You pressed your thumb and forefinger against the bridge of your nose and you waited for your boyfriend to reply on the other end of the receiver. You sat in a large squishy armchair in some random study cafe, waiting for your dear, dorky significant other to allow you to come home.

“I’m sorry, darlin’, I really am!” McCree exclaimed over the droning chatter that went on in the background on his end. “Just promise me you won’t head home until I tell ya to. I’m planning something fun fer us. It’ll help calm ya down, I promise.”

You sighed softly but a small smile graced your lips anyways. He was going overboard but at least he was trying his best.

“Fine,” you replied. “Just don’t take forever.”

You settled down in your big leather armchair and occupied yourself with casual mobile games and the occasional drink refill until, more than a couple hours later, Jesse shot a text your way: “Mosey on home lil darllin’, I got a surprise 4 you” ending with a smiling cowboy emoji. With a snicker, you paid and made your way home.

“Cowman?” you hollered as you made your way into your house. Your boyfriend was nowhere to be found but you could hear rattling in the backyard.

As if to confirm your suspicions, Jesse hollered from the backyard patio, “Out here, sweet pea! I’m just finishing setting up!”

“This better be good, cowman!” You snorted and tossed your jacket in the entryway closet before making your way through the small house and out to the backyard, where you stopped and gasped.

The patio had been transformed into a gazebo of sorts, with dark blue and cream-colored sheets hanging off the roof’s overhang and draped over the railings. Dim, white leftover Christmas lights decorated the stair rail leading into the yard, as well as the patio swing and he back door. A nest of sleeping bags and blankets covered the side adjacent to the patio swing, bordered by several TV dinner trays holding snacks and a portable holographic DVD player.

Beyond the patio, the backyard was surrounded by black night, though more dim lights seemed to flit around in the bushes of your garden, matching the stars that twinkled in the sky. The picnic table that was usually hidden along one side of the house, due to lack of company, had been moved to the yard’s center, cleaned up, and covered with a thick blanket. Sitting on the edge of the table was McCree, wearing his best faded plaid shirt and jeans, holding his arms out wide and sporting a cocky, welcoming grin.

“Whadd’ya think?”

“Christ, McCree,” you murmured, stepping off the last step into into the yard, “I was expecting dinner or a musical or something, not all this.”

“You were having an especially rough time, so I created an especially great night fer us.” The cowboy slipped off the table and strolled over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. He kissed your forehead before turning you around to have your back against his chest and facing the backyard scenery once again. Resting his chin on your shoulder and pressing his lips against your ear, he continued in a low, slow voice, “So, ‘ere’s my plan. First, we’ll lay out here on the picnic table and stargaze for a bit. Just talk and stuff. Then, after it gets cold, we’ll migrate to the fort where we’ll cozy up, pig out, and watch an awesome collection of old Westerns and cheesy musicals until we fall doze off. How’s that sound?”

“Absolutely amazing, Jesse.” You placed your hands over his where they lightly rubbed your waist and turned your head to kiss his scruffy jaw. “Thank you so much.”

“Nothing’s too much for you, sweetheart,” your favorite cowman replied. He returned the kiss before releasing you, then placing a hand in yours to lead you tothe blanket-clad picnic table to start your cozy nightly adventure.

(Soldier 76 under the cut)

Soldier 76

Soldier 76 knew when you were stressed probably before you even did, so he always made it his mission to help you relax. He helped you with your work, took you out on little dates, brought you snacks and drinks when needed, did your half of the chores for you, and made sure you got enough rest. Unfortunately, sometimes even these didn’t work. This was proven especially when he found you whimpering with your head in your hand at your desk or laying in your shared bed screaming into a pillow.

Hell, Jack definitely understood the struggles of copious amounts of stress. This also caused him to understand the risks of letting it control you as much as you allowed it to. So, he took special precautions and decided to bring out the big guns. 

Which ultimately caused you end up in the passenger seat of his truck, blindfolded while the white-haired man drove for hours on bumpy-ass roads.

“You know,” you started after a while of silence, “this feels a lot less relaxing and a lot more like kidnapping.”

You could hear the older man snort in response before replying, “We’re almost there, I promise.”

“And what is the there you’re taking to me exactly?” You shifted in your seat from having your head leaning against the window to your back leaning against it with your legs stretched out enough to rest on your partner’s lap. Crossing your arms over your chest, you continued, “I do have work to finish and I’m sure you do too. By the way, if this ends up being a slaughterhouse situation, shame on you.”

“I’m not kidnapping you, for Christ’s sake,” Jack huffed. The truck turned before you felt it finally come to a slow, then a stop. “You need one hell of a break and so do I, so I brought you somewhere that I think will do us both a little good.” He cut the engine, then gently slid your feet off his lap before exiting the truck.

You moved to open your own door, only to have it opened for you. Then Jack grasped your hand and carefully helped you out of the truck, where you were greeting with a warm breeze and the smell of grass and flowers with only faint fragrances.

After a moment, you couldn’t help but ask, “Did you actually take me to a slaughterhouse?”

Your boyfriend grumbled briefly before removing the small towel hiding your vision, revealing to you a decently sized ranch house surrounded by rolling grassy hills.

You looked around curiously before finally settling your sights on Jack, who was now moving to the bed of his truck to get the bags he brought along.

“A ranch house?”

“It was a family inheritance,” Jack explained as he lowered the two suitcases onto the dusty dirt path. “I kept it for relaxation and reminiscence’s sake. Thought it might be nice for us to get away from crazy work lives and do something simple and calm for a change.” He retracted the bags’ extendable handles and began walking up to the house, bags in tow.

“Is it clean?” you asked, purely out of your growing curiosity. “I mean, how long has it been since you’ve last been here?”

“I have someone come by every so often to make sure things are tidy.”

-----

Some time later, after a house tour and unpacking the clothes (both yours and Jack’s) that Jack had brought along, the two of you settled down in the rustic living room.  76 had started a fire in the fireplace, warning that the house got a little chilly at night, while you’d set up the couch with blankets and pillows at his request.

You both sat on opposite ends of the couch now, each of you wrapped in a fuzzy blanket and holding a hand of cards with the rest of the stack and a bowl of pretzels sitting between you.

“Do you have any sixes?” Jack questioned, foggy blue eyes glancing at you almost accusingly.

Returning his gaze with a scowl of mock grumpiness, you pulled a six of clubs from your hand and flicked it at him before grabbing a pretzel and tossing it in your mouth. “Got any threes?”

“Go fish.”

“Goddammit, why are you good at this stupid game!”

Jack chuckled as you drew a card, then caught your hand. Before you could question him, he tugged you closer and met you the rest of way to press kiss to your lips.

“I really hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” he hummed, placing his hand of cards face-down on the couch to brush his fingers through your hair. “I hope you’re not just pretending to make me feel happy.”

You sighed contently and closed your eyes, soaking up the warmth of the fire as well as the touch of your sweetheart.

“Morrison,” you addressed him after a moment, opening your eyes, “this has been fantastic. I haven’t worried about anything other than how you make grilled cheese sandwiches taste so good and how to beat you at this god forsaken game since we’ve stepped foot in this house.” You leaned forward again to kiss his cheek--

--and attempted to sneak a peek at his hand before he caught your hand in the act.

“Got any eights?” he asked, smirking with a childish arrogance.

“I hate you,” you replied while handing him your eights.

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[robert-de-niro-only-fans]

Hell-ish

Louis Cyphre x Reader

Not related to the movie (Angel Heart) literally at all, just wanted to write about Robert De Niro Satan™ 💖✨

TW: you’re in hell but I swear it’s not that bad, mentions of demons/the devil, horn stuff?

Word Count: 2k

Enjoy! 😈😈😈

The harsh pain in your shoulders and the unfamiliar feeling of the room around you made you aware, but the grogginess in your head only made you want to sleep. Sleep. You don’t remember when you fell asleep. You crack your eyes open only to realize you don’t know where you are… But that the bed you’re in is beyond cozy.

You pull the covers up over you more, but you also scan the room a bit. It’s incredibly luxurious. The room is fully decorated in black marble and gold. The sheets you lay on are black silk. You’ve never seen anything like it.

“Good morning, my dear, glad to see you’re finally awake,” a voice says from across the room. You turn to face the man as he approaches you. He has a very striking look. He bares a thick beard, long hair that is nearly pulled back and tied up, pointed white nails, a black and gold cane, and the nicest suit you’ve ever seen.

He sits on the edge of the bed and puts his cans aside before looking at you, “Are you alright, love? You look like a deer caught in headlights, although a very cute deer, much like a little fawn.” His fingers tuck some of your hair behind your ear, and then his hand lingers on your cheek for a moment. Despite the man’s startling look and the unsettled feeling you have, his presence felt very familiar to you.

“Um… I’m okay, just woozy.” You rub your eyes trying to wake up a little more.

“Here, drink this. It’ll help you to feel better.” As if pulling a rabbit out of a hat, the man had a teacup and saucer in his hands. He hands it to you and you take a sip. It’s very good, slightly sweet. “It’ll help with the pain in your shoulders as well.” He stands to walk out of the room.

“Hmmm? How did you know about that?”

He swiftly exists the room.

You sit and sip your tea for awhile.

• • •

Before you know it, you’re waking up again… The tea must’ve put you to sleep, but at least you feel well-rested and your shoulders aren’t sore anymore.

You lie in the large bed, mind wandering. You’ve never been to this place before, never seen this man. Yet, you feel safe here. Before long, you find yourself thinking about how he compared you to a fawn. It was an odd compliment, but it gave you butterflies in your stomach. You really wouldn’t mind if he touched your cheek again, too.

“Darling, are you hungry? I made you breakfast,” he looms over the bed with a nicely made tray of food in this hand. He nearly gave you a heart attack.

“Oh… um, sure.”

A warm smile comes to his face as he sets the tray on your lap. There lies a beautiful assortment of food: fresh fruit, croissants, milk and juice, and even a boiled egg propped up in one of those fancy caramic egg dishes. He taps the shell of the boiled egg with one long fingernail, “Boiled eggs are very symbolic to me. I have one with breakfast each day.”

You give him a small smile, and then there’s a long pause. “Who are you?”

“Louis. Louis Cyphre.”

“And this is your home?”

“Yes.”

“And where is that?”

“Hmmm… I’m not sure you’re ready to hear this, but you have to find out sooner or later. You’re in Hell, to put it simply.”

“Hell?! What do you mean Hell?!” Your mind is but racing.

“Here, honey, eat a little something,” he says handing you a croissant, “Hell, as in the Underworld, as in one of the many afterlives, as in eternal damnation.”

“This doesn’t seem like Hell… It’s so nice here.”

“Yes, well, this is my home, so it can be how I want it to be.”

“I don’t understand. Aren’t you also here to be tortured or something? You don’t look like a demon to me… Who are you?”

“(Y/N), I already told you, but I’ll make it more apparent, just for you, sweet girl… I’m Louis Cyphre, Lucifer.”

“Lucifer?? Like Satan?” It comes out of your mouth before the realization sets in. “You’re the Devil?”

“Yes.”

This doesn’t scare you as much as it should. Why should you be scared of him? He’s been nothing but hospitable and caring towards you.

He sits next to you planning his hand on your cheek one again. It makes you feel warm. “No harm will come to you while you’re here. Quite the contrary, you’ll be treated like a queen.” He pulls a grape from the tray in front of you and places it in your mouth.

“But why? I thought Hell was for suffering.”

“Hmmm… It’s a story for another time, but let’s just say I decided to keep you for myself, rather than letting you stay in your afterlife.”

“Oh… Well, that’s very sweet. I suppose being here is much nicer than what I would’ve faced, being that I got sent to Hell.”

• • •

After this, he spent much of his time courting you, and the time you spent with him was magical, to say the least.

He always served you the tastiest food, seemingly pulled from thin air. You met many ghouls and demons; some were friends, some were “in the business,” and some you saw grovelling at Louis’ feet for mercy. He would take you to spectacular places, completely unimaginable and nothing like you’d ever known. But when you confessed to him that you really missed plant life and the night sky, he made you a garden filled with beautiful botanicals where the night sky and constellations could be seen at any time of day.

You spent a lot of time there.

• • •

One particular day, you are sitting in the gardens on a small bench with Louis, just enjoying the breeze and the smell in the air. He has one arm around your shoulders and the other is resting on your lap holding your hand. Your shoulders still hurt a lot of the time, but at this point it was normal and you just assumed it had to do with the way you died.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes, Louis?”

“May I kiss you?”

“Hmmm…” You smile and look at him, “on one condition.”

“Anything for you, my heart.”

“Show me your horns.”

He scoffs. “Horns?! What horns?” He really was bad at lying to you; you thought it was sweet how even the Demon King could be rendered weak by love.

“I know you must have them. All of the other demons do. And like wings or a tail or something… I wanna see it.”

“Why on Earth would a sweet girl like you want to see those things?”

“Well… I like you a lot, Louis, and I want to be able to love all of you, not just the parts you show me.”

A blush comes to his cheeks, but it’s quickly followed by a bit of sadness, “I don’t want to scare you away…”

“You won’t scare me. I’ll still know it’s you.”

There’s a long pause before he says, “Close your eyes.”

You place your hands over your face, and they were only there for a few seconds before you feel Louis’ hands pulling them off of your eyes.

Of course the first thing that catches your eye is the horns. Tall, black and dark brown, gently spiraled up into the air, and quite pointy at the end. Then there are his eyes, a deep but glowing shade of red, and full of hesitance. Clearly he’s afraid you won’t like him like this. His fingernails are now much longer and black, more like claws. As he adjusts his seating, you notice the gnarly black wings that hover behind him. They’re like bat wings, and while they are very intimidating, they look out of place, somehow, like they aren’t supposed to be there.

You were sure that he could take a much more frightening form, but he still wants to protect your from some things.

“Can I touch them?” You ask.

“Hmm?”

“Your horns. Can I touch them?”

“Yes, but only you.”

Your reach up and lightly grace your fingers over the rigid texture of one of the horns. You push it lightly, causing Louis to tilt his head back. You giggle, which seems to put him at ease. You wrap your hand around the horn and pull his face close to yours for that kiss you promised him. When his lips met yours, he wrapped his arms around you holding you close. Your arm drops from his head to wrap around the back of his neck.

After a long, sweet kiss, you both pull away breathless. And you see that Louis is back to the way you’re used to seeing him.

“Aww, Louis… I really liked your horns.”

“You did?”

“Yeah! They look very good on you. Will you please put them back?”

“I suppose, anything for you, sweetheart.” And just like that, they were back. You couldn’t explain why you liked them, you just did. “Please don’t use them to tug me around too often…” He says with a chuckle.

“So you’re saying it’s okay sometimes?” You laugh.

“Mmm… Sometimes, yes, only if I get a kiss out of it.”

• • •

That night, you share a bed for the first time, and even though you’re only cuddling and sharing kisses, you both thoroughly enjoy the closeness. He knew everything about you, which made you uneasy at first, but now that you had seen him in a vulnerable position, you felt you could trust him. With some trust established, you found yourself falling for him quickly.

As you’re lying next to him, you can’t keep your eyes or your fingers off of his horns, and an idea pops into your head, “So ya know how you’re like this big powerful Overlord of the Damned or something?”

This earned you a hearty laugh from the man, “Yes, I know.”

“Well I was just thinking about your horns and how they’re so cool, and how you made me that garden outside, and well…”

“Well?” He gives you a playful look.

“Well… could you give me horns?”

“You want horns?”

“Yeah! They’re cool! And, like, why shouldn’t I fit in with the demons a little?”

“Honey, you don’t fit in with the demons,” he says through a laugh.

“Okay well I still want horns.”

“Hmmm… You want horns, huh? Well alright.” He scoops you up off the bed and takes you to stand in front of the mirror. He leans in towards your ear and whispers, “Close your eyes.”

You clap your hands over your eyes and sit there with a smile. You can feel the excitement vibrating through you; your whole body is buzzing… It’s making your shoulders ache really badly actually…

Louis firmly presses his hands into the spots where your shoulders hurt, then he wraps his body tightly around you. “Open your eyes,” he says with a small twinge of panic in his voice. But all of your worries fade away when you see your newest accessory in the mirror. You gasp and immediately your fingers are tracing over the shape of your new horns; they’re just above your ear, and they curl back like a ram’s would. Completely different from Louis’, but you like that.

“Do you like them, princess?”

“Oh, yes, Louis! Thank you so much… They’re so pretty!” You’re nearly squealing with enthusiasm.

“Good, darling! I had pictured you with little deer antlers, because you so remind me of a little woodland fawn, but there are some things I have no control over. It seems you’re one of them!”

“Hmm, are you saying you’d like to control me?” You give him a coy look.

“No… But I am glad I can do this,” he wraps a hand around one of your horns and pulls you towards him, smiling against your lips while kissing you.

#peep the moodboard for an idea of what their horns look like 🥰🥰🥰 #btw i have many more ideas for this #but then we start getting into some religious ideas and imma be honest #i dont know much about it #so then its just gonna be my romanticized idea of heaven and hell #yeah #let me know if you want more #louis cyphre #egg #robert de niro #louis cyphre x reader #robert de niro x reader #moodboard #fanfic

[sashayed]

Good afternoon, elegant natural beauties. Do u guys want to read a short, incoherent stream-of-consciousness review of Every Single Perfume I’ve Sampled since May 2016? of course you do! I put a star next to the ones that are good on me.  i originally wrote “next to the ones i recommend” but of course every perfume smells completely different on every person so Who Knows. i don’t wanna get blog sued for recommending you a fragrance that smells like a butt on you.

★ annick goutal ce soir ou jamais - rose! big, overblown, spicy rose. musky. amber. really good! a little too floral for me personally but it’s very like a flapper wearing a rose in her hair & i would recommend for somebody else

annick goutal grand amour - unremarkable, thin floral. also gone almost immediately?? what even was this. annick. get it together.

★ annick goutal nuit etoilee - ohhhh, yes. soothing, but not boring. something like -- blue-gray forests and -- mint tea? it's cool and delicate and sort of cozy. mint leaves and resin. herbal, graceful, understated: warm tea and a pine fire on a cold night. it’s too elegant to be homey. it’s like if your ex-wife of 20 years invited you over to dinner and everything in the house was lovely and the dogs were asleep and even the trees outside tapped their branches on the glass just as you remembered it, but over dinner you realized from the coolness of her glance and the graciousness of her manner toward you, you knew absolutely that she had moved on, and however kindly she treated you you would only ever be a guest in this house -- your ex-wife might wear this.

★ l'artisan mon numero 6 - sort of woodsy and masculine in a good way! sandalwood, hibiscus. a gamine in a bower.

annick goutal petite cherie edt - can something be both powdery and juicy? pear and soap? it's nice -- very girly and sort of demurely playful -- but even with a surprising musky note down in there, it doesn't make much of a statement. 

★ atelier cedrat envirat - a greener, woodsier Orange Sanguine. in spite of the name, the cedar is much more of a basenote, a strong vibration; more noteable are the citrus tones, especially as it dries. more lemon-lime than orange. delicious and fresh and invigorating. i can wear OS at any season, but this feels very summer-specific.

balenciaga b. - fresh at first but then….weird old bread?? what? what is happening. it’s still not bad but there’s something so floury/powdery about it. in spite of that bakery/kitchen association it’s not spicy – it’s green & dry. Fine, but not a keeper.

cb i hate perfume burning leaves edt - not so impressive on me anymore. it used to feel cozy and i'd get a hint of rich woods but now that sweetness is more like....bbq sauce. like, i just smell like i wandered into your house with grill smoke in my unwashed hair. this is fine and great when it happens organically, but a lil too meaty for my taste in perfume. not great projection either.

cb i hate perfume i am a dandelion - sharp & earthy greens – what florals there are are more crushed than blooming. i’d want to layer this with something but by itself it’s too much mica/dirt on me.

cb i hate perfume wild hunt - WET EARTH. foliage and moss. ozone. that low alcoholic thing that’s very cb-typical. round dirt. fades very fast.

clean rain - cheap but good. nothing remarkable though and it fades VERY quickly to regular bar soap. you could get the same effect for a fraction of the price with that $8 cucumber melon body splash from bath & body works.

★ comme des garcons blue santal - oh HELLO good MORNING! clean, tomboyish, scented wood and juniper. a ski lodge smell -- outdoorsy, but more moneyed than natural. the perfume equivalent of super-expensive ”reclaimed wood” scandinavian furniture.

d'orsay intoxication - bluh. the two words that come to mind are “honey” and “widowhood,” tbh, which makes this sound better than it is. it's just a sort of indeterminate, dated chypre floral, with an old-lady's-bathroom musk. which is better than old-man's-bathroom musk, obviously, but i'm not into this.

★ demeter honeysuckle edt - as pure and natural on me as annick goutal’s way more expensive chevrefeuille. projection & lasting aren’t as good but SUCH a fresh, sweet, uncloying honeysuckle.

derek lam 10 crosby drunk on youth edp - your cute friend’s hair after a shower. fancy girl shampoo. then it blossoms out and gets deeper & sweeter--pure honeysuckle, but still soapy, hence the shampoo. lovely, but too $$$ for basically a nice bathroom-steam smell.

dkny be desired edp - starts w/ sweet grapefruit & violet – then that shampoo-y smell – then the shampoo gets synthetic. it’s not BAD exactly, just mad artificial with a sharper and sharper plastic line through it. although ooo, as it dies down it gets REALLY nice. not worth that early stuff but very sweet and sporty.

dolce & gabbana intense - strong & sweet. intoxicating but also marshmallowy? tuberose. kind of like a lollipop. yes. booze lollipop. i dig it but it’s too sweet to be a standby for me. although the boozy vanilla about 15 mins in is SUPER delicious.

elizabeth & james nirvana black - i’ve heard this suggested as a dupe for Black Orchid but nirvana is WAY sweeter on me. more licorice, less tobacco and the vanilla comes across much less organically. some scents kind of fold your own smell into themselves and enhance it? that’s the goal for me & this w/ my particular chemistry is like the opposite. very “mask”-y.

★ giorgio armani si edp - YUM. lychee with some sharper fizz behind. black pepper? then incense/spiced wood? super sophisticated & sexy. reviews say “vanilla” – i’m not getting that at all.

gucci flora glorious mandarin edt - a burst of tangerine, then low slightly spicy flowers. good, but not great.

★ guerlain idylle - oo. oooooo. delicious. this is described as a “floral” but i’m getting something richer – something of that amber vanilla musk that i used to get with Black Orchid. i guess i smell the rose under that. as it dries it gets sweeter but not in a bad way – fruit-sweet, like a wet raspberry.

★ imaginary authors cobra and the canary - tobacco, smoke, leather. very distinctive and really kind of nice. i think you could pair this with something femmey for a really interesting layered smell but WHO HAS THE TIME!!

★ issey miyake a scent - spring. sharp cut green flower stems. wet but guarded. crisp. lemon tree & hyacinth in the very back. like it a lot. as it wears down it becomes deeper and more floral – a wet garden. (had this on same arm w/ d&g intense & they’re like the opposite of each other. a palate refresher!)

★ juliette has a gun mmm - sooooo good! like….creamy white flowers and orange rind and cinnamon? as usual with white flowers it’s a little sweeter than the woman i picture myself to be, but true to its name it is DELICIOUS.

laura mercier nuits enchantees - VANILLA EXTRACT! so delicious but unfortunately then this weird powdery almost nutty?? note appears. almond? or wait: marzipan. ough, that must be the patchouli. yeah, no thanks.

le labo vanille 44 - so good at first! rich warm vanilla-extract vanilla. spicy. wintry. something a little like rubber or plastic – or playdoh?? – deep under it, which is the only drawback -- except that then as it dries it fades to just that rubber plastic thing. :/ this was a disappointing relationship.

miller harris la pluie - weirdly old & incongruous on me – like one of those perfume sampler packs i played dress up with as a kid. not bad, but seems to have nothing to do with my skin.

oscar de la renta something blue - PURPLE MARKER SMELL? remember those smelly markers and the purple one was really good? this is like a fancier version of that. then it goes to more complex flowers.

★ pinrose treehouse royal - this is SO FAMILIAR, why?? what is it? vitabath??? green, delicious, ginger underneath. cassis and vetiver. very clean. i’ve never tried pinrose before and i really like it!

★ pinrose campfire rebel - oh wow. oh WOW. green smoke. everything i stopped getting from burning leaves – none of that charcoal meatiness. just clean autumn air and good whiskey. i gotta get more pinrose!

★ prada luna rossa - POWERFUL dude musk. spicy herbal, amber-y. Very very masc. Feels like Jean Dujardin inviting you behind the boat house for a cigarette.

ralph lauren polo black a wealthy, slightly effete dude sauntering out of the locker room. tropical fruit and sandalwood. very clubby, but also VERY delicious – at first. unfortunately it fades FAST to Eau de Douche. like, not the vaginal hygeine product, just a douchey guy in a club. ugh.

ralph lauren romance - very femme perfume-y – the opposite of luna rossa. Flowers first – rose & lily? Feels like the dullest body splash you could get from Victoria’s Secret. Inoffensive, boring flowers.

stella mccartney sheer - fruity! a less strong l'imperatrice. juicy. sweet and soapy.

★★★ tom ford noir pour femme - ohhhh shiiiiiit yes. ohhhhh you’ve done it again thomas. musk and vanilla. warm smoke. cardamom. this perfume is a cardamum blessing. i feel so sophisticated yet sexy yet also somehow cozy and warm?? a femme fatale in an oversized sweater. oh god, it just gets better and warmer and sexier every minute. WHEN WILL I BE RICH?? @daeontherun bought me a tube of this for XMAS because she’s a SAINT and we all put it on and spent the rest of the evening deeply inhaling our own wrists. can’t recommend highly enough.

#perfume #perfumes #things i smelled that i love #lookin okay! with rave sashayed

[mykatesingh-blog]

As you can see from this photo, the moving boxes went to good use in the end despite our not moving. The boys built shantytowns, cities, camps with the boxes for days until I tired of my yard looking like an encampment area and took them all to the recycling bin at Bali’s work.

We have settled back into this house and are looking at staying another few years. Our neighbors are still nervous and encouraged us to get the “for sale” sign out of the front yard quickly and then when Bali brought home his friends large moving truck to move out all the old fridges, washers and stoves that he will no longer be selling to used appliance shops a neighbor called anxiously wondering “who is moving???”

It will take them some time to recover from our attempt to move out and onward to the mountains. It feels good to be wanted and appreciated in your neighborhood and I will focus on that.

I have changed my attitude and mind about many things these days. I was watching Bruce Lipton the other day while cleaning my ceiling fans and he was talking about a constant state of prayer.  The idea being that prayer does work wonders but not if only done now and then or when in need. The energy fades and we go back to suffering. If we can internalize this lovely state of inner communion with our Creator and the Universe we will live a life that feels full of goodness and light. We will find that comfort and peace when challenges arise and have more happiness from within despite the lack of our surrounding circumstances.

We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world. ~ Buddha

Our world…our reality begins in our mind. I learned this many moons ago but have failed to take it as seriously as my life depends on it. After going through a short-lived depression or dark period I have realized that this should be my main focus. Being in a state of infinite loving prayer and communion with my Father, calling in Christ energy to fill me up, guide me in my words and actions every moment, and living in deeply rooted faith…now that is true wealth.

How does this look and feel in one’s everyday life? How does a housewife live in this Zen-like state when not polishing floors in a monastery and floating about quiet gardens in a simple robe? How do we have peace when not living high up in the mountains with like-minded souls?

We create it to the best of our abilities right where we are.

I put up a reed fence in my front yard to create the illusion of some private sanctuary.

This doesn’t block out everything or make me invisible to people on the street but it feels cozy and blocks some of that energy just coming into my yard. I don’t feel so out on the street while gardening. I’ve been weeding and harvesting, planning new Fall gardens and recreating that space since and enjoy being out there more.

I then spent days out in the backyard cleaning, rearranging plants and outdoor furnishings, sweeping the patio and cleaning up my work table in the garden. I’ve planted seedlings, a strawberry patch, artichokes, and two banana trees, and will put in all my winter greens in the next few days.

Planning my next planting and cleaning up my outdoor spaces has helped me to reconnect to my home and settle in again. I feel good to make things pretty and productive around me.

I wash my floors and hang my laundry while practicing silence. I sleep in each morning and enjoy the delicious feeling of a soft bed and hearing my boys chatter and cook with their father on weekend mornings. I enjoy a big sweet, creamy mug of coffee while reading over two of my favorite books right now; The Everyday Bible with Comments by Joyce Meyers and The Complete Writings by Florence Scovel Shinn. Another book I’ve enjoyed in the past is Autobiography Of A Yogi with Paramahansa Yogananda. 

These books help me understand the world, seen and unseen. It builds my faith through an understanding of the Universe and God’s ways. It expands my small world around me.

I practice giving thanks to all the things that I am blessed with.

I adore this little dachshund that was given to us by the neighbors who found her to be too much work. We find her to be a delight and enjoy how small and fun with all her young little puppy ways of taking joy in everything all day long. She explores the garden as I plant my seeds and patiently allows the boys to carry her around like a baby. She learns quickly and barks at me when I ignore her. We search together for that squeaky chicken toy and I love kissing her soft blond, freckled nose that is so long and silly looking.

I give thanks for this charming home that hasn’t leaked in the winter or given us any trouble whatsoever. I give thanks that the neighborhood is quiet these days, even on the back street. I give thanks for a husband that works whatever job he needs to work to pay our bills without complaint or needing something big with a fancy title. Not many are humble enough to work a job that pays little and the work is less than satisfying without moaning about it. I give thanks that my children are healthy and smart…not only that but also wise and compassionate.

The more I appreciate all I have and my surroundings from the cast iron pan that used to be my mothers to the sound of the train across the river in the mornings, the birds that fill my yard and the old and sweet downtown we can walk to…the less I desire. I am feeling more full each day. More satisfied. I begin to wonder what it is that I need or want more than what I’m already graced with?

When I think about my writing I asked myself what can I write that would be fun for me, not what would make me more money. When I think about us moving elsewhere I asked what we truly need and the answer is just a bigger back yard for more space for the dogs and boys and gardens but as for the house, we have more than enough space with this 1000 sq ft home.

Abraham Hicks talks about this all the time with Law of Attraction seminars. People think they want more money, fame, success in careers, bigger houses, shiny and new cars. But what they truly want is to be happy, at peace, loved, surrounded by good friends and family.  We think that the money and success will bring all that but often it doesn’t at all. It brings a new and strange sort of trouble and loneliness.

All the people searching out there to manifest this and that…I say turn within and find joy in your life right now where you live, not when you move to a better town (as I thought). Love who you are as you are not thinner, more educated, better dressed, after that facelift or body sculpting or next diet that will bring a miraculous transformation with the weight. Love the person you’re with just as they are or let them go so someone else can do this for them. Appreciate your children as they are and let go of getting them to “act right” or be more quiet, smart, and so on.

I’m not crazy about my hair but I’m sure grateful I have some. I’m not wild about this body but it works well and all the limbs are in working order as well. I wish I could play the piano and speak several languages. I cannot but I can write and that is a very fun outlet.

I appreciate other homes and gardens of the perfectionist out there but I enjoy my shabby chic style and funky garden filled with bugs and the common stray cat.

My life is designed just for me with all my quirks and moods. I find that as I learn more about myself that I have things just right for me and all of my family.

When I do things now it’s done with the energy of fun and creativity. I learn things that inspire me, watch movies that delight me, read books that either heal, motivate, or just immerse me in a world of make-believe. When we eat food it is for nourishment and pleasure. Fresh foods, meals from scratch are pleasing and sometimes an already made dish from the freezer section is just as pleasing (wink, wink).

There is no judgment of what I do anymore. I mind my business with the neighbors and keep my nose in my yard and I find that the more kindness and understanding I have toward others human nature, the more I’m able to forgive and love myself. It is creating a softer and more feminine woman.

Letting go of control is the most freeing of all the acts I’ve been practicing. I put everything in God’s hands and then my helpmate. I let everyone figure out their stuff and I go curl up on the couch and watch my new lazy treat; a Spanish soap on Netflix. The more I just enjoy and give to myself without my old militant ways of driving myself like a brutal master, the more I enjoy and give to my family. There is no guilt in being and finding the luxuries in life. I am not spending money we don’t have or letting the house go to pot, or the stove go cold. As a matter of fact, I’m more productive but in a very well-paced, slower, more enjoyable way.

My tasks are done with a bit of ceremony and ritual. This week I felt that there was too much to get done, I would never finish and the more I did the more needed to be done. It felt endless, yet I slowed down and took one task at a time, being in the moment with each chore and counting my small riches and blessings as I worked. Within a few days my home and yards, gardens and garage where all in order, clean and tidy. I celebrated with junk food, nonalcoholic beer and two Godzilla movies with my boys last night. We cuddled with only candlelight so we could create the theater-like atmosphere and ate too many Doritos. It was so fun! Today I’m writing and will do some reading, shopping, gardening, but all in fun and play.

I can feel my mind relax. It isn’t forcing itself back to that default space of self-inflicted suffering that it’s so used to. It takes time, sometimes years to retrain your mind to go toward the light and not back to that dark place it is so used to where it finds all its broken toys and sad stories, worldly worries and past guilts. It takes work to lead it to green fields filled with flowers and sunshine. But in the end, it’s so worth it. The peace and inner smile that take up residence inside are worth the work.

  A housewife’s quest for enlightenment. As you can see from this photo, the moving boxes went to good use in the end despite our not moving.

[angry-mango]

103 questions

Alisons: Sexuality? ollie

Amaranth: Pronouns/Gender? she/her, female

Amaryllis: Birthday? december 28

Anemone: Favorite flower? snapdragons

Angelonia: Favorite t.v. show? i have a lot right now but it’ll probably always be supernatural

Arum-Lily: What’s the farthest you’d go for a stranger? like 2 hours

Aster: What’s one of your favorite quotes? i love quotes but i don’t really have a favorite

Aubrieta: Favorite drink? arizona green tea

Baby’s Breath: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? n/a i’ve never kissed anyone

Balsam Fir: Have you ever been in love? currently 😌

Baneberries: Favorite song? my blood (tøp)

Basket of Gold: Describe your family. complicated

Beebalm: Do you have a best friend? Who is it? i have two: ollie and jonathan

Begonia: Favorite color? black or red

Bellflower: Favorite animal? sloth

Bergenia: Are you a morning or night person? both

Black-Eyed Susan: If you could be any animal for a day, what would it be? a sloth

Bloodroots: When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? a vet

Bluemink: What are your thoughts on children? love them but like? also hate them but i feel like it’s way different when it’s yours and you know how to raise them does that make sense

Blazing Stars: What are you afraid of? Is there a reason why? losing people, bad storms, the uncontrollable

Borage: Give a random fact about your childhood. i ate cat food once

Bugleherb: How would you spend your last day on Earth? i’d fly to ohio and kiss ollie

Buttercup: Relationship Status? basically taken

Camelia: If you could visit anywhere, where would you want to go? that cat cafe in japan

Candytufts: When do you feel most loved? talking to ollie

Canna: Do you have any tattoos? not yet (devastating, i know)

Canterbury Bells: Do you have any piercings? two on each ear

California Poppy: Height? five one

Cardinal Flower: Do you believe in ghosts? yes

Carnation: What are you currently wearing? black tshirt, jean shorts (what a rare sighting)

Catnip: Have you ever slept with a nightlight? yes

Chives: Who was the last person you hugged? jonathan

Chrysanthemum: Who’s the last person you kissed? my cat

Cock’s Comb: Favorite font? haven’t used fonts in a while but i’m pretty sure it’s georgia

Columbine: Are you tired? permanently

Common Boneset: What are you looking forward to? right now, getting my income tax

Coneflower: Dream job? vet tech but who knows i might change my mind in a couple days (although i’m pretty sure this time)

Crane’s-Bill: Introvert or extrovert? introvert

Crocus: Have you ever been in love? you already asked this, dumbass

Crown Imperial: What’s the farthest you would go for someone you care about? hours

Cyclamen: Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a child? What was it? this bunny from build a bear, i named her swirly cuz she has almost like a rosette pattern on her fur, i still have her

Daffodil: What’s your zodiac sign? capricorn

Dahlia: Have you done anything worth remembering? no

Daisy: What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment? surviving up til now

Daylily: What would you do if your parents didn’t like your partner(s)? uh sorry bout that

Dendrobium: Who is the last person that you said “I love you” to? ollie

False Goat’s Beard: What is something you are good at? gaming i guess

Foxgloves: What’s something you’re bad at? literally everything

Freesia: What are three good things that have happened in the past month? 1- ive lost 5 pounds this month 2- ollie makes me really soft and i’m just super in love with her 3- i bought some new clothes and they’re two sizes down so it makes me really happy to wear them

Garden Cosmos: How was your day today? it’s actually been great

Gardenia: Are you happy with where you’re at in your life? not really but i’m working on it

Gladiolus: What is something you hope to do in the next year or two? hopefully get my ged, start working on college or some kind of second education like that, and maybe meet ollie cuz i don’t wanna wait any longer >:(

Glory-of-the-Snow: What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life? ollie, my mom, my gamecube, my cats, my bee necklace, my tahitian bracelet, fall out boy, twenty one pilots, my ipad, and my pillow

Heliotropium: What helps you calm down when you feel stressed? ollie (i know she’s been in like 30 of these answers but it’s the truth), sometimes just breathing and sitting on the floor, doing my hair

Hellebore: How do you show affection? idk i’m really bad at it but i try? i usually remind them like a hundred times a day that i love them, check up on them, buy them stuff (only if i REALLY love them though)

Hoary Stock: What are you proudest of? i defeated the shadow queen at age 6 >:)

Hollyhock: Describe your ideal day. sounds lazy but literally watching tv with a cozy blanket

Hyacinth: What do you like to do in your free time? video games

Hydrangea: How long have you known your best friend? How did you meet them? ollie: through instagram, five months. jonathan: middle school, six years

Irises: Who can you talk to about (almost) everything? y’all already know.

Laceleaf: How many friends do you have? i wanna say four friends but there’s other acquaintances that i’m close to

Lantanas: What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received? ollie called me pretty once or like twelve times

Larkspur: What do you think of yourself? disgusting. don’t talk to me about that thing.

Lavender: What’s your favorite thing about yourself? uh i can bake a mad chocolate chip cookie 

Leather Flower: What’s your least favorite thing about yourself? myself

Lilac: What’s something you liked to do as a child? i liked littlest pet shop and eating breakfast idk

Lily: Who was your best friend when you were a kid? the r*xana 😔

Lily of the Incas: What is something you still feel guilty for? dropping out of school

Lily of the Nile: What is something you feel guilty for that you shouldn’t feel guilty about? mental illnesses

Lupine: What does your name mean? Why is that your name? annie means grace. while my mom was pregnant, she had a dream where a curly haired little girl with a round face was running and she kept calling “annie” so she decided to name me that. weirdly enough, as i grew up, i had the same curly brown hair and round face that she saw in her dream.

Marigold: Where did you grow up? Tell us about it. i grew up in a small house with my mom and dad until i was six. i don’t want to talk about it here because it’s kinda private and personal and i don’t wanna share it with the world.

Morning Glory: What was your bedroom like growing up? my bedroom used to be really messy but as i grew up and developed my ocd everything’s pretty neat most of the time

Mugworts: What was it like for you as a teenager? Did you enjoy your teenage years?  i’m still a teenager calm down. it’s horrible there’s too much pressure i wanna be twelve again

Norwegian Angelica: Tell us about your mom. she’s amazing but she also makes me feel like shit a lot

Onions: Tell about your dad. where do i begin. used to be a complete asshole until a couple years ago he got a girlfriend that completely turned him around bless her soul. she broke up with him though. distant but i still love him with all my heart. i worry about him alot.

Orchid: Tell about your grandparents. moms mom (granny)- lives with me, i have to love her cuz she provides for us but god damn she gets on my nerves and i’m pretty sure she hates me. moms dad- used to be really cool, disappeared for six years, came back two years ago, now he’s an alcoholic, has dementia, and is a complete asshole. he’s dead to me. dads mom- the kind of grandparent that appears during holidays and birthdays and stuff and then disappears for most of the year. dads dad- wasn’t too close to him, but he died six months ago from cancer and i got pretty sad about it. he looked a lot (a lot) like my dad but just much older, so to see him in the hospital bed with all the tubes attached to him.. it was pretty emotional.

Pansy: What was your most memorable birthday? What made it be so memorable? most memorable birthday was probably age six i think?? i had a really cool birthday party at a park with some first grade friends, and i took an iconic picture thats super cute and i still look at occasionally but it’s hard bc it’s got the r*xana in it

Peony: What was your first job? i’ve never had one

Petunia: If you’re in a relationship, how did you meet your partner(s)? If you’re not in a relationship, how did you meet your crush/how do you hope to meet your future partner(s), if you want any? met her through instagram

Pincushion: How do you deal with pain? grit my teeth, walk around, distract myself

Pink: Where is home? technically, miami. but home is a feeling.

Plantain Lilies: If you could go back in time, what is one thing you would stop/change? i don’t know, really. i know it’s impossible and it’s totally metaphorical but if i could, not only could i not choose just one, but i do believe in destiny and i worry that if i change something then everything down the road would change and maybe i wouldn’t have met you her.

Prairie Gentian: Who is someone you look up to? Describe them. i don’t really look up to anyone i just wanna be a good person and i also wanna be thin.

Primrose: Describe your ideal life. well number one, this would take forever, number two, youre the only person that’s probably gonna read this and and you already know

Rhodendron: What is something you used to believe in as a child? the basics: santa, easter bunny, tooth fairy

Ricinus: Who’s the most important in your life? hmm i wonder who 😌

Rose: What’s your favorite sound? everything’s quiet except for the rain falling on the window, maybe some light music in the background

Rosemallows: What’s your favorite memory? i don’t want to think about this right now

Sage: What’s your least favorite memory? also don’t want to think about this right now

Snapdragon: At this moment, what do you want? you

St. John’s Wort: Is it easy or difficult for you to express how you feel about things? it’s usually really difficult but you make it so easy somehow

Sunflower: What is something you don’t want to imagine life without? once again, you. but also gamecube or flowers or bagels or hoodies or nail polish

Sweet Pea: How much sleep did you get last night? a lot actually? i think like eight hours woah that’s a weeks worth

Tickseed: What’s your main reason to get up every morning? i’m about to copy and paste these answers they’re getting repetitive

Touch-Me-Not: How do you feel about your current job? pretty good, being that i don’t have one

Transvaal Daisy: What’s your favorite item of clothing? generally? hoodies. my personal one? it’s either my new black pants or my trench hoodie

Tropical White Morning Glory: Describe your aesthetic. damn i don’t even know 🥵 it’s probably white or light furniture and windows with natural light shining in on houseplants and nice comfortable sofas

Tulip: What would be the best present to get you? i love clothes or flowers or money

Vervain: What’s stressing you out most right now? i’m not stressed about anything at this minute so i don’t wanna think about something that’s stressing me out because then i’ll start stressing about it

Wisteria: How many books have you read in the past few months? What were they called? i read the fallen queen on wattpad does that count

Wolf’s Bane: Where do you want to be in life this time next year? hopefully getting somewhere with my education. i’d love to get my ged instantly but i’m not gonna pressure myself or be upset at myself if i don’t pass the test the first time. i might have to take classes for it, and that’s okay. i hope.

Yarrow: Do you know what vore is? whasthat

Zinnia: Give a random fact about yourself. i hate food but love cooking/baking

#questions #omh this took me two hours