#all this for C/HONI??????

[dashiellqvverty]

are people like. aware that all the ships from kids cartoons currently winning in the femslash polls are like. canon as well as very central to their shows?? you don’t have to like cartoons to each their own but SOMETIMES the way people talk about them im like oh so you know nothing about these shows. i am saying this as someone who dislikes both lum.ity and c.honi (for very different reasons) like i have no stake in who wins that poll.

i am just like you know luz is Thee main character right?? you know catradora was the whole plot of the show right??? no they’re not good because they’re representation that alone is not enough to make something a good ship (see: lumi/ty but also ch/oni) they’re good because they’re like. interesting and fleshed out characters. catradora and lu/mity and korrasami and bubbline aren’t showing up in the top 100 because they’re frequent side pairings in m/m fics like none of those fandoms have m/m ships that even compare in popularity. like not that this isn’t a larger problem of femslash ships (and like the preference for sanitized couples Is A Thing as well 100%) but like that is not what’s happening Here

#amphibia too. every possible combination of the three girls was in the top 100 #there aren’t even guys to ship together really #again i’m only speaking for kids cartoons bc idk any of the animes in the current polls #and idk shit about genshin impact or whatever #anyway i saw a post earlier and it just felt like it was conflating a lot of things. that are all separately larger issues #but very few of them are relevant to this situation #and i am very interested in the larger subject of why wlw are more prevalent in kids cartoons specifically. like compared to mlm in cartoons #lu/mity is boring as hell though and absolutely fit into the ‘mash them into an archetype’ thing #but again it’s not like there are other more popular owl house ships #but like ‘this ship is better bc they have sex’ they are different shows for different audiences. one of those is not inherently better. #i don’t like catradora bc they’re uwu representation they’re like. more compelling than half the couples on that poll #i did my time in orphan black and the 100 fandom in high school #i HATE clexa they WISH they were catradora #r.txt #i don’t want to seem like i’m saying this stuff doesn’t matter i’m just like this is what’s prompting these conversations?? #all this for C/HONI??????

[somuch-4-stardust]

FREDDY FAZBEAR PILLOW PET FREADY FAZEBRTPEILLOW PET FEDDY FAZBER PILOW PET!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#i love. fredy faszbear pilow pet #here are some of my objects i wantto buy but did not buy but i want to but wont: #FREDDY FAZBEAR PILLOW PET hes so me hes so silly he so dad moewmoreworwmeryippee #copyhaho vinyl (so silly so slay . number 1 copyhaho listener right here but like genuinely seriously im no 1) #unplugged arctic monkies vinyl (no 1 AM fan but not in listens knowledge or merch just in spirit) #tbh+c vinyl (no 1 tbhcdefender right here !!) #LOS CAMP VINYLSSS they r being restocked soon im pretty sure ALL OF THEM i need hony #as u can see i want to own my musics girlies physically #also rn i want a monster yippee

[maniculum]

I'm doing a College class on Ancient Foods. My focus is on Honey like the different recipes and usages in Medieval era. I found like a couple recipes, a thing on religious relation ("Milk and Honey of Paradise") /Crusades, medicinal use, and possibly bees/beeswax because I was struggling to get something.

Y'all have any recommendations?

(I've brought Zoe in on this one; the following is a collaborative effort. Also I'm assuming you have access to your university library so you can get ahold of the cited material below quickly and for free.)

Can you include beverages? Honey is the main ingredient in mead, which should give you a lot to talk about. Susan Verberg is the premier researcher on medieval mead, and has some excellent works on both mead making and honey production. She has a website at https://medievalmeadandbeer.wordpress.com/ where you can find both her formal publications and her blog.

If you do want to talk about beverages, there were other medieval drinks that used honey. Some citations for you:

Breeze, Andrew. “What Was ‘Welsh Ale' in Anglo-Saxon England?” Neophilologus, vol. 88, no. 2, 2004, pp. 299–301.

Fell, Christine E. “Old English ‘Beor’." Leeds Studies in English, vol. 8, 1975, pp. 76-95.

You can also go into cultural symbolism; here are a couple on that:

Enright, Michael J. Lady with a Mead Cup: Ritual, Prophecy, and Lordship in the European Warband from La Tène to the Viking Age. Four Courts Press, 2013.

Rowland, Jenny. “OE Ealuscerwen/Meoduscerwen and the Concept of ‘Paying for Mead'." Leeds Studies in English, vol. 21, 1990, pp. 1-12.

Also you might want to look into the general concept of the "mead of poetry" from the Old Norse sources. You can find the origin story for that in the Prose Edda, I believe.

Definitely check out https://www.foodtimeline.org for recipes with honey during the period - they have more than you'd expect. There's also a few medieval cookbooks you can parse through. Here's an online one you can sort through that does a great job modernizing the translations: https://www.medievalcookery.com/etexts.html

As for honey itself -- there's actually quite a bit of research on that! Honey was quite a specialized trade, and most of the medieval world used it for sweetener, so there's a good amount of research.

A few leads:

honey as an alternative to sugar, which was expensive, imported, and could indicate class

honey grading: honey was graded based on location/provenance, type (lavender, orange blossom, etc.), and also by grade. However, their method of grading was very different to our modern one.

honey as a preservative, not just for flavor

Articles on this subject:

(DEFINITELY this one!!) Fava, Lluis Sales, et al. “Beekeeping in Late Medieval Europe: A Survey of Its Ecological Settings and Social Impacts.” Anales de La Universidad de Alicante. Historia Medieval, no. 22, 2021, pp. 275-96, https://doi.org/10.14198/medieval.19671.

Wallace-Hare, David, editor. New Approaches to the Archaeology of Beekeeping. Archaeopress, 2022. JSTOR, https://doi.org/10.2307/j.ctv2b07txd.

Verberg, Susan. “Of Hony: A Collection of Mediaeval Brewing Recipes for Mead, Metheglin, Braggot, Hippocras &c. — Including how to Process Honey — from the 1600s and Earlier,” 2017. Academia.edu.

If you want to look more into the medicinal usage, Cockayne's Leechdoms, Wortcunning, & Starcraft collects all the medical & scientific texts of the Old English period. It's old enough to be public domain, so it's available on the Internet Archive and HathiTrust in searchable form, meaning you can just ctrl-F "honey" and see what comes up.

Let us know how it goes!

#ask

[lunargrapejuice]

jealousy isn't a good look

kaeya alberich x jealous!reader with no pronouns used | 1.5k + words

warnings: jealousy, comfort, lots of love and kisses b/c it's kaeya loving on me hours in my brain rn <3

kaeya isn’t a cheater. you know he isn’t and you know the overly friendliness he’s giving his unsuspecting target is all a ploy for a mission, in order to obtain intel he desperately needs. his sweet words were empty as they slipped past his perfect lips and warmed their cheeks but you still didn’t wish to hear such pleasantries from his voice unless it was directed at you. you wonder if his eyes are shining the same way they do when he’s professing his love to you. 

he had talked to you about this. even when he couldn’t tell you all the details, he told you the knights current suspect had taken quite the liking to him and in order to get what they needed he may need to get closer to them but he would never go too far. only innocent touches and honied words that meant nothing at all and you promised you understood, that you’d be okay and knew he only loved you. 

you were totally fine, yes just fine. you weren’t jealous. you weren’t. nooo.

the tightness in your chest, your eyebrows knitted tightly on your forehead and the pout on your lips was entirely unrelated. the tears that prick your eyes the same moment his fingers brushed against them was simply because the wind had blown some dirt in your eye, it had to be, even though the evening air was still. 

it’s unlikely that he meant for you to witness this. you can suspect that’s why he went with a secluded picnic area right outside the walls of the city, you weren’t supposed to be there, but in an unfortunate turn of fate a commission to find a lost cat had brought you out this way and you were forced to walk right past them. the surprise in kaeyas eye flashes so quickly you wonder if it was even there at all. he regains his charming demeanor so quickly when his suitor begins to talk and beacons for his undivided attention. 

as if teyvat was trying its hardest to shove this in your face, they bring kaeyas attention to the cat you are to be looking for, its orange fir sticking out against the green of the trees. and you’re forced to get even closer to them, watch as they drool over kaeya when he climbs the tree and grabs the kitty, expertly jumping down to the ground with it safely in his arms, his muscles flexing and accentuating through his tight clothes with every move.

biting your bottom lip, you take nervous steps towards them and kaeya notices your presence immediately.

“good evening y/n,” he greets with a smile, the cat meowing in his arms. “what brings you out here this fine evening?”

before you can answer, his suitor reaches out for him, one hand resting on his arm while the other reaches for the animal's soft fir. they spews words of how amazing he is but you’re hardly listening. the only thing you can hear is the erratic heartbeat in your ears that's pushing you towards an edge you might jump off of, even if it meant ruining your beloved's hard work. but you didn’t want that and you knew you could avoid it if you just got out of here and found yourself as far away from here as possible.

“sir kaeya,” you address him coldly, though you don’t really mean to but your voice can’t seem to be anything but tight. your interaction is brief, if you could you’d just rip the poor cat out of his arms and run away but you want to do your best to hold your head up high. avoiding his eye you explain the cat is a part of a commission you’re working on as you take it from his arms. you feel your lip twitch and your face grow even less pleasant than it was before when the suitors arm wraps around kaeyas now free one. that place belongs to you. you swallow hard and take a deep in an attempt to calm yourself. “have a lovely evening,” you force out and turn around on the balls of your heels, taking long and fast steps to get out of sight quickly.

you hate the way tears threaten to wet your cheeks and the way your voice quivers when you tell the fussing kitty ‘it’s okay’, but the words are more for yourself than the cat. 

kaeyas actions didn’t mean anything.. they didn’t because he loved you and you alone and maybe, just maybe, if you kept repeating those words in your mind they would make your aching heart bloom with the same truth.

a wave of saffron, wine and leather crash into your senses the moment you step inside the apartment. you love that home smells like the man you love but it’s so potent, as if he was right next to you and when you finish taking off your boots at the door, taking slow steps deeper inside the dimly lit apartment, you see why it smelled so strongly of him.

you have no idea how he could have beat you home. after you brought the cat back to its rightful place and cashed out your daily commissions with katheryne you immediately made your way here but before you can question him, he’s standing in front of you and taking long steps until you’re against the wall, at his complete mercy and under his curious gaze.

“hello there. i see you’re still wearing that sour look on your face. tell me y/n, are you perhaps jealous?” his teasing tone tickles against your cheek before he places a tender kiss there, his cold breath making your skin crave his warm lips for longer.

“no,” you lie, your shaking vocal cords give you away. you don’t dare meet his eyes and instead focus on the fibers of his cloak and how soft you know it is.

“now, now, don’t lie angel.”

“i’m not- i-i wasn’t jealous!” you try to push against him, hide your face because even if you could normally take his teasing right now it felt like too much when all you wanted was to be reminded that you were his, that he loved you. but he didn’t let you go away, not with his strong hands wrapped around your arms, keeping you in place.

he hears the pain in your words, feels your body tremble in his hands as you try to hold back your emotions and hates the way you bite your bottom lip, a nervous habit of yours he picked up long ago.

his hands move from your arms and to your back instead, his entire body pressed against yours replacing the force that keeps you against the wall. his lips litter your skin with his love, each kiss and poke of his tongue on your neck and jaw followed by confessions of feelings he only held for you. “i love you, my little snowflake.. i am yours and yours alone.. no one compares to you.. the only person i wish to shower with my affections is you darling..” chilled fingers wander and grab onto anything they can, pressing your chest impossibly closer to his until you swear you can feel his heart beating against yours. any feelings of jealousy, anything but the adoration he has for you, froze over and exploded into shards of ice that were lost in the snow blanket that is the love you share. 

“kaeya..” you whimper, grabbing onto his shoulders and he takes the opportunity of the extra support you’ll have by keeping your hands there to lift you around his waist and carry you to an unknown destination. greedy fingers sink into the fat of your thighs, squishing them against him and equally greedy lips laying claim to every inch of your exposed skin with every step he takes.

with a gentle thud your body is placed on the bed, the plush blanket cradling you as kaeya hovers over you, one hand keeping him from crushing you, the other gliding up and down your side. his affections move from your neck and shoulders to your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, exaggerated kisses echoing off the furniture until you’re squirming under him and smiling the same smile he falls more and more in love with each time he sees it.

“there you are.” he coos. you can’t help but blush at the love in his tone, in his eye and his own smile as he stares down at you, sapphire hair dangling over his shoulder. bringing a hand up to gingery brush hair from your face, his fingers follow your features; caressing behind your ear, down your cheek and under your jaw, drinking in every bit of happiness that spills from your beaming eyes and delicious lips. he takes the opportunity to bring your lovely visage closer to his, adoring the way you don’t resist his pull. he wouldn’t dare miss the chance to see your blushing cheeks before stealing your breath away or the chance to whisper words against your lips. “jealousy doesn’t suit you my dear. i’d much prefer to see you smile.”

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#genshin impact #kaeya #genshin impact x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya x reader

[fuck-customers]

Throwback story

I worked at the Maxx store and a lady comes in with a return without a receipt. There was still a way we could do this if we had the same product or something idr but I opened up the bag and shirts.

They're all labeled with a brand that is exclusive to Kolds stores.

Its been years so I don't remember the exact dialogue but something like

Me: I can't take this back, its not from here.

Customer: of course its from here! I know where I bought them.

Me: but this is a brand we don't carry. Its from kolds.

C: are you saying im stupid? I got them here!

Manager comes over, sees that these are not from here.

C: well?? Tell him he's wrong.

Manager: actually, you're wrong. These are Hony Tawk brand. We don't carry it.

C: what do you mean??

Manager: you'll have to go there to return it.

C: so... no return?

M: uh... no.

C: nothing you can do at all?

M: (in the tone like TV hospital drama drs saying the bad news) we have done everything we can. Unfortunately this is our of our control.

C: thats ridiculous! (Storms out)

@staff I HATE the new text editor!

[timetraveltasting]

SWEET MEASURE (c. 1390)

Having recently gone down the rabbit hole of historical dishes thanks to Max Miller and his Youtube historical cooking show, Tasting History, I decided to begin trying to make some of these dishes, especially the ones that look tasty. The first dish from Tasting History I decided to make was Sweet Measure, a medieval dish from the court of Richard II of England, c. 1390. See Max's video on how to make it here or see the ingredients and process at the end of this post, sourced from the Youtube description of the video.

My experience making it:

I made a couple changes from the recipe below: notably, I used chicken instead of capon, I omitted the hyssop (it was hard to find where I live in Germany), and I added some steamed broccoli to flesh out the dish and add some veggies.

The process of making it was quite easy, and not confusing at all. Nevertheless, I somehow forgot to add the pine nuts (even though I had some!), although I think they may have sunk to the bottom anyway in such a light sauce.

My experience tasting it:

While I was hoping this could be a nice savory dinner, Max did warn that it was a little on the sweet side. He was definitely correct. The honey was the star of the sauce (if it could be called a sauce; it was very, very thin). The chicken was very tender and did go well with the sauce, but the broccoli absorbed the sauce even better. My favourite part of the dish was that you could taste the herbs well in the sauce, and the herbs paired well with the chicken and broccoli. While my husband and I ate the whole dish, leaving no leftovers, it was just okay overall, and we will likely not rush to make it again. Still, it was a very interesting first foray into historical cooking, and I was quite happy it turned out as intended. Let me know if you end up making it, if you liked it, and if you changed anything from the original recipe!

Links to harder-to-find ingredients:

King Arthur White Whole Wheat Flour

Hyssop

Savory

Saffron

Sweet Measure original recipe (c. 1390)

Sourced from The Forme of Cury

Douce Ame Take gode cowe mylke and do it in a pot. Take parsel, sawge, ysope, savray and oother gode herbes. Hewe hem, and do hem in the mylke and seeth hem. Take capons half yrosted and smyte hem on pecys and do thereto pynes and hony clarified. Salt it and color it with safron and serve it forth.

Modern Recipe

Based on the adaptation from Lorna J. Sass in To The King's Taste and Max Miller's version in his Tasting History video.

Ingredients:

3-4 lbs capon (or chicken) cut into serving size pieces

1/2 Cup flour mixed with 1/2 tsp salt and 1/8 tsp fresh ground pepper

3 tbsp oil

3 cups milk

1/3 cup honey

3 tbsp minced fresh parsley

2 leaves fresh sage, minced

1 tsp hyssop

1/2 tsp savory

1/4-1/2 tsp saffron

1/3 cup pine nuts

Method:

Preheat oven to 350°F/175°C.

Dredge fowl in flour mixture.

Brown the fowl in oil in a large saucepan until golden on both sides.

Combine milk, honey, herbs, salt, and pepper in a bowl.

Layer fowl in an oven-safe dish and pour liquid over browned fowl, stirring to combine drippings with the sauce.

Cover and simmer in oven for about 20 minutes or until fowl is tender.

Remove from oven and stir in pine nuts.

Serve it forth.

#tasting history #cooking #medieval meals #richard ii of england #max miller #chicken #casserole #richard ii #sweet measure #tasting history with max miller #royal meals

[cucumber-pictures]

Cucumber Rabbit's The House That Gave Sucky Treats

Hello there, Cucumber and his friends are doing something differently, they're all coming to your house to trick-or-treat. So, pick a treat, just like the Homestar Runner Halloween toon.

Panpipe as Humpty Hump

a. Lemonhead - Wears a lemon hat and starts breakdancing. b. Jaw Busters - Puts one into his mouth, almost breaking his jaw, saying "Thanks, but it is hurting my jaw." c. Nerds - Complements you for giving you a box of Nerds, and tells you, "I'm nerding out!"

Cabbage as Hagar the Horrible, Bagel as Helga, and Lemon as Honi

a. Butterscotch - Cabbage thanks you for giving him and his wife and baby the butterscotch, and shouts "For Valhalla!" Bagel says "Oh honey.", and Lemon giggles. b. Butterfinger - Cabbage thanks you for giving him the Butterfinger, just because it has "butter" in the name. Lemon says "Nobody lay finga on buttafinga.", and Bagel say "It's neato!" in reference to Bart Simpson on the Butterfinger commercials. c. Butter Crunch Ice Cream - Cabbages exclaims "Butter Crunch ice cream! I better have it in a dish." Lemon says "Me want ice cream!"

Tomato as Refrigerator Perry, Lettuce as Giselle Bundchen, and Peridot as Punchy

a. Rock Candy - Tomato eats one of the rock candies, and shouts "Halloween!" b. Pop Rocks - Peridot swallows Pop Rocks, and drinks a soda, and Tomato shouts "No! No! No!", and Peridot's head explodes. Lettuce is shocked. c. A rock - Tomato eats rocks and crushes a soda can, Lettuce says "What should I do with it? Use it as a paperweight or train it as a pet?", and Peridot says "I got a rock."

Princess Parfait as Joey Ramone

a. Candy Corn - Says "Candy corn? Don't you have any real corn or Indian corn?" b. Corn Flakes - Says "Corn flakes? I just like em' fine plain." c. Steak - Parfait says "Is this a joke? It's not funny!", Cosmo stuffs the bag with a lot of steak.

Almond as Laser Tag and Eggplant as Steven Spielberg

a. Astro Pop - Almond shoots a laser, and Eggplant holds a mirror, which reflects, hitting Almond. Eggplant says "Next time, phone home!" b. Tart n Tinys - Eggplant gives information on making a movie using the Tart n Tinys as people. c. Wacky Wafers - Almond and Eggplant inspect the Wafers, they think it's alien, they eat it, but there's no change. d. Pumpkin - Unlocks a secret character.

BONUS CHARACTER: Commander Caboodle as J. Wellington Wimpy (Skip this one if you haven't answered D.)

a. Shaving Cream - Sings "Shave and a haircut, two bits!" b. Saltwater Taffy - Sings "If you give me a treat, make sure that it's sweet, and I'll eeeat iiiiiit…" c. Nintendo Entertainment System - Raps "Where we at, only few have known, Go on the next level, Super Mario, I hope this works out, cardio, Till then let's fly, Geronimo."

Cosmo as Carmen Sandiego

a. Butterfinger BB's - Says "What's this crap? Giving me an old candy that's been around from '92 to '06? Sheesh, there's no way I'm eating it! You'll be seeing an ad entitled "The Raid" again, and again, and again. b. Marshmallow Bunnies - Says "Why you lazy idiot, it's from Easter! Just wait til March or April to eat that!" c. Apple - Says "That's not a piece of candy, that is fruit! Are you a dentist or something."

Bacon as Andy Warhol

a. Coca Cola - Says "Bubbly, but sweet. I think I am going to paint a series of pictures based on this. b. Banana - Golden banana comes down from the top of the screen with the "Oh banana!" jingle. Bacon says "I think I'll paint pictures of bananas if they're yellow, red, blue, purple, and green." c. Cake - Sings "It's a piece of cake to paint a pretty cake, if the way is hazy!", then says 'Oh, I have to do series on that!"

Sir Carrot as Mars Blackmon

a. Peanut M&M's - Says "These are the most valuable peanuts, but do I have to eat a lot of these?" b. Charms Mini Pops - Says "Oh these are the coolest and most-spike-ulous candy I ever seen!" c. Bubble Tape - Takes a piece of Bubble Tape, unwraps it, and pretends it's a super-long basketball shoelace. He starts dribbling it on the floor and makes exaggerated basketball moves, as if he's in a high-stakes game, all while humorously quoting Mars Blackmon's famous lines.

Cucumber as Doug Funnie and Princess Nautilus as Patti Mayonnaise

a. Sweetarts - Cucumber says 'Hi, It's me, Cuco! Today I got Sweetarts with my girlfriend, Nautilus, and she and I really like them, and here is one word I'd like to say, thank you!". Nautilus then says "Oh Cuco, you're amazing!" b. Circus Peanuts - Cucumber dances and "doots" Entrance of the Gladiators (known to most as a circus theme). The door closes, but Cucumber rings the doorbell, and when it is answered, he and Nautilus are dancing to and singing the same song. c. A big bag of candy - Nautilus says "Oh, where did you get the big bag of candy?", Cucumber answers "The person gave it to us, so we can eat a lot of candy.", Nautilus then replies "Oh, that's sweet. Let's go share some!" Cucumber answers "Okay!"

#cucumber quest #cq #homestar runner #the house that gave sucky treats #cucumber #almond #princess nautilus #nautilus #peridot #princess parfait #humpty hump #hagar the horrible #refrigerator perry #giselle bundchen #hawaiian punch #the ramones #laser tag #steven spielberg #j wellington wimpy #carmen sandiego #andy warhol #mars blackmon #nickelodeon doug #doug funnie #patti mayonnaise

[lkimball02svad]

Week 2 - Dogs!

On Tuesday, we had our HoNY projects finalized from last week. I ended up changing the color of the background by giving it a pink hue to lighten the entire page up. Then I adjusted the hierarchy by adding quotation marks and making the words "thrilling" and "lucky" stand out the reader. In the body copy, I went through and picked out all of the things that the lady thought was so thrilling and brought her happiness. I also thought it was important to brighten up the lady on the poster to really draw in the readers/viewers with her bright pink hat and scarf.

This week we started talking about dogs. I am especially excited for this project because who doesn't love dogs? The goal of this project is to pick a letter from the alphabet, then choose a dog breed that began with the letter we chose. Using that information, we have to put the dog in the letter that we chose and make sure we have their most dominant features in the letter, so other people can tell what breed the dog is without just saying or typing it out. For example, I chose the letter "C" and the dog breed that I chose to pair with it was a cocker spaniel. I grew up with cocker spaniels so I have always loved them so I knew I had to do them as my breed. I think I underestimated how difficult it would be to fill the letter "C" with a dog face while making sure you can still tell it is a cocker spaniel. I learned quickly that I am limited on space when we had to complete sixteen different sketches/concepts on how we are going to fit our dogs in our letters. I personally believe that my thirteenth concept would be the best to still get the dominant features of a cocker spaniel to fit in. I think the features I need to focus on are the face and their big floppy ears. Here are some pictures of my puppy at home and my biggest inspiration!

This week, we read the first chapter of our textbook. In this chapter, the author talked about the history and evolution of typography. I thought it was really interesting to see the changes humans have made with the way their type is. Something that stood out to me this chapter was the wide range of typefaces that were developed over the centuries. It is insane to me to think about how we have gone from writing on clay slabs to creating different ways to type whether its artistically or informationally. It makes me wonder where we will be in 50-100 years from now to see where typography will take us and the things it will accomplish.

[chemicaljacketslut]

eeee okay here is setup + day one of my little sweaters with hedgehog game :3 read for cute simple lil stories about sum creatures buyin sum sweaterz

info:

name: winfred the meek

pronouns: none; only uses winfred, refers to self in the third person as winfred

shop: the store is cozy with warm lighting, packed with sweaters of all kinds. it’s got a very cabin-vibe. it’s cluttered but charming. winfred has owned the shop for many years.

village: the village is quiet and sleepy. travelers often stop here as they go about their quests. the sweater shop doesn’t see much business because it’s not very useful to many adventures, but occasionally someone feels drawn to enter. no one has ever left without buying a sweater.

A= acorns; like dollars

c= pine cones; like cents

denise: denise was a nervous one. a yellow-headed gecko, by the looks of it. she kept glancing at the store but not entering. eventually, she walked in.

“hello,” she said, eyes darting around the sweater-decked walls. “i’m denise.”

“hi! winfred is winfred,” winfred said and gestured to winfred. “what are you looking for?”

“well,” denise said, hand folding over hand, “i have a party to attend. big party. fancy party. lots of people. yes. important people. big party. but it will be cold.”

“so a sweater is what you need,” winfred diagnosed.

denise nodded. her tongue shot up to her eye and back in her mouth. “yes. a sweater. yes. well, it must be yellow. the dress will be black, you see, and the sweater yellow. but… well…”

“why so hesitant?” winfred asked. winfred reckoned denise needed someone to talk to or she might explode.

“well… i’m afraid i might look silly,” denise said. “what if the yellow sweater clashes with my skin?”

winfred nodded in understanding. “winfred knows just the thing,” winfred assured her and dashed into the back of the store. winfred emerged a moment later with a sweater.

“oh!” denise said, unsure of what to say. “it’s… not yellow!”

“no,” winfred smiled, “it’s hot pink!”

“i’m not sure i’m that bold!” denise fretted.

“denise, winfred thinks you should broaden your horizons. don’t worry about what anyone else will think! you’re brave and bold! show it!”

“well…” denise said, folding her hands. “i suppose you can’t go wrong with yellow and pink!”

A2c4

betty: winfred had just put on some tea— perfect timing for betty the bat to walk in!

“betty!” winfred exclaimed, rushing over to hug her. “how long has it been?”

“too long, winfred,” betty sighed and adjusted her huge, red glasses. “i’m actually in the market for a sweater today.”

“wonderful! come on over, winfred will pour you some tea!” winfred said as the kettle began to whistle.

the two friends sat with their tea and watched the snow fall.

“gardening gets harder in the winter!” betty explained. “i want a nice, durable, green sweater.”

“winfred has just the one,” winfred smiled knowingly and stood up. winfred picked a lovely green sweater from the wall. “made lovingly with winfred’s cousin merino’s summer wool,” winfred said.

betty gasped in delight. “it’s perfect! why, i can’t believe i didn’t notice it when i walked in! maybe i need a stronger prescription!”

“don’t worry, betty,” winfred said, “diamonds have a way of hiding in the rough here.”

A5

honi: winfred was surprised when the mayor himself entered the shop.

“hello, mr. mayor!” winfred said.

“hello, winfred,” honi badger said in his gruff voice. “i need a sweater for a hike i’m going on this weekend. can you help me?”

“of course! what color would you prefer?” winfred asked. winfred liked the mayor and had voted for him in every election. winfred was eager to help the surprisingly kind politician.

“i’d like a purple sweater. that’s my daughter’s favorite color,” honi said.

“will she be one the hike?” winfred asked, sifting through sweater racks.

“oh, yes. to be honest, i’ve never been hiking before, but she wants to go. it’s been hard for her since her father’s been gone. i want her to have the best time,” honi said earnestly.

winfred carefully pulled out a deep purple sweater with lilac embroidery. “this is just the thing,” winfred said gently. “softest sweater in the shop. feel.”

honi felt the sweater and marveled at its texture. “i’ll take it! thank you for making this weekend great, winfred,” honi badger smiled.

A0

calvin: winfred was starting to get a little sleepy when calvin entered the shop.

“hello, calvin,” said winfred.

“hello, winfred,” calvin said. “do you have any red sweaters for the hawks game?” calvin was already browsing the racks.

the hawks were the leafball team for calvin’s school, which he had tried out for but had been rejected from. he still attended all of their games.

“winfred has just the thing!” winfred darted under the counter and came back with a red sweater.

calvin shook his head. “not the right red.”

winfred was dismayed. it was rare that a customer rejected a “just-the-thing.”

winfred retrieved another sweater from the wall behind winfred. “how about this?”

calvin walked over to feel the sweater. “no, too soft,” calvin said.

winfred found a rougher sweater.

“too rough,” calvin insisted.

winfred and calvin searched through five more sweaters before winfred proposed a different solution.

“calvin, do you like these sweaters?” winfred asked.

“i like parts of them, but i can’t decide on just one!” calvin said.

winfred nodded. “winfred has an idea. what if winfred takes a section from each sweater and sews them up into one combined sweater?”

calvin nodded excitedly. “oh, yes! that would be the perfect sweater! oh, thank you, winfred!”

winfred smiled. “it’s no problem at all.”

A7c8

henrietta: right as winfred was preparing to close up shop, henrietta hedgehog popped in through the door!

“hello, henrietta!” winfred said and gave winfred’s aunt a hug.

“hello, winfred! i’m in a rush; quick— do you have any bright pink sweaters?”

winfred thought back to denise. “winfred just sold one earlier! let winfred check if winfred has any more!”

winfred rushed to the back and returned with a sparkly, peachy-pink sweater.

“oh, winfred, it’s perfect!” henrietta said. “thank you! this will be just right for the town festival!”

“you’re participating?” winfred asked.

“why, yes!” henrietta said. “i’m making strawberry shortcake for the whole village!”

“that sounds wonderful! winfred will be sure to stop by,” winfred said.

“now, hurry, how much do i owe you, dear?” henrietta asked as she searched through her purse.

“aunt henrietta, why are you in such a rush?” winfred asked.

“because the strawberry shortcake is in the oven right now!” said henrietta.

A1 (+ 2 servings of strawberry shortcake)

#i love being able to see the growth w these #like denise sorry but ur story is kind of a flop #but then by day 2 & 3 there’s like lore and shit #i’ll transcribe those later :3 #SO FUN N SILLYYY #sweaters by hedgehog

[thetaoofbetty]

I'm so tired of this idea that certain ships desperately need to be explored. No, they don't. We don't need a dozen iterations of the same shit that always ends the same way. It's so, so boring to watch vanilla BA do nothing but fuck, talk about their childhood and fail to connect beyond a surface level even as friends.

honestly, if i were a shipper i'd be mad that they keep telling me they're supposedly great friends but they never show that to me. they didn't even take the time to show it in rivervale where we all got messages for weeks about how they were going to have a baby, get married, and be oh so happy together.

like??? this is what they thought was going to happen and they got what they got. it's like if the show has a chance to do that ship dirty, it always will. and you're right, that's all they do.😭 they get physical because they have nothing real to talk about, they make a throwback comment to remind the audience that they've known each other since they were kids, and then they either do nothing together or one of them has to be put into the other's plot just to get them in the same room.

it makes sense that they're counting on writers or interviews filled with vague information instead of what they see onscreen. or their weird thing with comparing b/a to whatever endgame ship they think fits best in the moment. especially since most of them don't get archetypes anyways so it's like watching baby giraffes walk for the first time when they send me their essays on shows that were on before they were born.

gonna make a b/a buzzword bingo one day, i swear.

more anons under the cut:

they actually turned that subtext into text on the show and then decided to do it again? wild. lazy for sure. but also wildly convenient.

i feel like veronica and reggie already had these issues when they sort of dated in high school so it's just another redux. and again, oddly convenient.

they really said no honeymoon period for them, didn't they? but yeah, they don't really seem compatible long term. bughead fights were ugly for sure when they happened but that was because they weren't putting band-aids on them, they were dealing with the issue. even when one of them walked away, it always ended with communication and movement forward. i don't think, in the end, that they understand each other at all. have an idea of the other? sure. but i doubt that's enough to really make it in riverdale.

hello! first, you're very sweet to be worried about what to bring but i promise you, yourself is enough. and second, if you want to bring food or a dessert, that would 100% be more than enough. no one is going to expect anything except your lovely company.

i have my exchange students make a traditional dish/dessert from their country so we can all share in the different ways we all do things so maybe making something special to you would be an option?💜

#besos! #anonymous #riverdale spoilers #riverdale speculation #anti b*rchie #anti j*abitha #isn't it weird how no one thinks tangs is going to get in the way long term of c/honi or k/angs #but suddenly they're so certain that the main ships of the show for years are dead and buried #like #that's... #it's amazing #archie keeps picking veronica #and betty keeps picking jughead #but this time is diiifffffereeenntttt #it's always different right #and not at all convenient #or contrived #long post #just in case

[cruisinfdr]

#ts4 gameplay #ts4 #the sims 4 #silver coin #copper coin #honi by early-grape #SHIT now i need a new coin tag for silvers gen #here lets do something like #flip a coin #i cant do normal generational tags so there we go silvers life will go under flip a coin #and coppers is #c-c-c-coin #i guess copper can get this post too #but ur supposed to read coppers to the tune of the chia pets commercial u kno ! ch-ch-ch-chia ! #there we go tho ! flip a coin ! thats silvers life ! holy shit #OH and ya all their friends were at the lil party ! gwinny leo and kaia ! they all aged up too dw #kaia delgato #leo delgato #i didnt like the pic of gwinny so sorri

[sassooda]

Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 34 - Naughty Princess 🔞

w/c - 7,902 

               They’re all riding in fatigued silence. Toji downshifts as he changes lanes on the interstate and glances up into the rearview. Elska is sitting between Naoya and Choso, resting her head on Naoya’s shoulder, napping while he stares absently out the window to the passing scenery. Choso is laying his head on Elska’s shoulder and neck as he too seemed to be worn out.

               Gojo clears his throat and breaks the quietness, “She’s really quite formidable when she wants to be…”. He scoots around in the passenger seat as he recalls the dead Titers.

               “Yes, she is.”, Toji grins widely as she always seems to blow away his expectations. He attempts to look at her again through the mirror but meets with Naoya’s amber eyes instead.

               Naoya chuckles nervously, “She joked about being a warrior princess…”, he holds her hand in his lap, “…I will never shed doubt again.”. He’s still a little freaked out by the state of the Titer she faced alone, as if the mangled man on the roof wasn’t gory enough. “…Vicious little minx…”, but he’s all smiles.

               Gojo leans forward and turns his body to view Naoya and Toji both, “I have no idea where the other limbs went!”. Satoru now softens his eyes as he looks over how honied she is while sleeping, “Where the fuck did they go?!”. He laughs as it was actually hilarious to him.

               All that was left of the Titer that tried to distract her from Toji’s predicament was her ribboned torso and head. The head was still connected but there was a dismembered arm a few feet away from the body. Her legs look like they’d been drawn and quartered, tearing at the knee however. Elska seemed like she was still her usual self but caught everyone off guard with the comments, “If I can get a little stronger, then I’ll be able to rip them out completely! The hips are the toughest joints though.” Pieces of muscle, skin and other tissues lay scattered around the largest remain itself that was coated in blood. There wasn’t even a way to establish the Titer’s gender upon sight if they hadn’t known from Elska’s words.

               Toji smiles as he was able to see her demonstrate just how much she cared about him earlier. “You should’ve seen the apartment after she tore through the sorry Zenin fucks that attacked her!”.

               “You’ve gotten excited about this before too…” Gojo tilts his head as he understands Toji’s fascination with her capabilities and is glad he’s not the only one.

               “She did that?!” Naoya gasps as he was actually there to see the scene of aftermath. “Holy FUCK!”. His eyes widen as he relives seeing the pieces of one of his men in the kitchen, bits of him left. The other man that was lined with holes was someone Naoya always disliked but still felt horror upon seeing his grueling end. “Toji! I thought that was you!”.

               Toji chuckles deeply, “Nope. I didn’t get there until the damage was already done unfortunately.”. he sighs and glances to his right, “…but Gojo, it was truly remarkable.”. Toji finds her strength and brutality to be a completely arousing. He shudders pleasurably as he thinks of how they got intimate after the Titer attack.

               Naoya is lost in thought but gleams and quietly states, “That was the first time I met her…”. He brushes his thumb over her hand and internally swears that it was the best day of his life. His loving moment is cut short as he wheezes to Choso’s arm curling up against her lap. “Damnit Cho! Even in your sleep?!”, but fails to push him off as he feels bad for the torture the being was put through while shopping. ‘I wonder what he got for the girls?’.

               Gojo leans back and slouches in the seat, trying to not smash any of the bags that are by his feet, “Toji, you sound a lot like myself when I first came into contact with her.”. Toji doesn’t look over but Satoru saw Toji’s brow lift to the words.

               “Do you mean the day she wiped out the higher ups on her planet?” Toji wishes he could have a true visual for that series of events. Satoru informed them before that her world’s council was planning on double crossing the elders and made some disgusting plans for Elska. Apparently, they underestimated the raw power she received from being turned in the manner that she was even though they’d planned it that way for the best results possible. She had to become the perfect weapon and did.

               Naoya is listening intently as he is eager to learn more about her.

               “Yeah…” Gojo trails off as he vividly recalls the day. “She sent out this red lightning-like technique around her that instantly seared through most of them but charged the survivors individually and literally ripped them apart.” Satoru giggles as he turns to see Naoya wide eyed and speechless.

               Naoya’s heart quickens as he sweats a bit, knowing that he almost felt the wrath of that attack before. He internally thanks Choso again for saving him that day.

“I was going to subdue her and bring her back to this world afterwards…but then that fucking guy showed up…”. Satoru’s eyes narrow as he recalls Elska’s former lover and refuses to speak his name. “I was still floating high above them but knew he was moving in on her.”. He sighs and thinks, ‘Like he could ever love her the way I do.’.

               Toji huffs, “You left this part out before…”, but patiently waits as he’s sure to discover why.

               Naoya coughs out, “Was he trying to attack her?!”, finding himself emotionally involved in the details.

               Gojo clears his throat, “He was her fiancée…”. The silence engulfs them again but awkwardly this time and he fears the judgment so he continues on, “The fucker went to take her away but I was already over his existence by that point. I’d been forced to study him through the Titer techniques because he was always with her.” His tone is obviously that of an annoyed one. “Before he reached her as she was pulling the lungs out of the last council member, I used my domain expansion on him.”. He remembers feeling her nature resembled his experiments and couldn’t help but want her even more.

               Toji had no idea that she was ever engaged, ‘Does she even know that?’. For the first time ever, he catches himself wondering about who she was before he set his sights on her. His heart is heavy as he glances back into the rearview mirror and uses his emotional eyes to perceive her again. ‘Exactly how much has she lost by being with us today?’. He mumbles under his breath, “Damnit Gojo…”, but keeps his eyes on the road as they approach their exit.

               Naoya doesn’t comment on anything at this point but hates knowing that her life has been manipulated so much by others. He leans his lips into the top of her head as his mood deteriorates while listening further.

               Gojo proceeds with a grin, “He’d never seen anything like that before and was unable to do a damn thing. I wanted to take care of him quickly so I could get her out of there, I was weary of the retaliation that would be taken against her actions.” He sighs, “Would you know that she was able to break through my domain with her wings effortlessly, as if it were sugared glass?” He smiles as he reminisces his state of mind. “All I could think about was how I’d desperately obsessed over the moment I could finally touch her but she was only worried about killing me!”. Satoru chuckles, “That dreamy moment of contact consisted of her hardening her feathers into my neck and chest…”. He hums himself into a chuckle.

               Toji’s heard Gojo talk about being cut by her wings but is stunned to find out the rest of the foundation behind it. He grins slightly to the thought of the surprise Gojo must have felt when that happened and wonders if it was similar to when Toji himself, knocked the silver shaman down a few pegs only weeks ago.

               Gojo sees Toji’s smirk and gathers that he knows why. “I’d never been genuinely challenged up until that point…not once.” He turns around again to share his adoration for her ability to cancel his limitless technique but his excitement fades as he sees the concern plastered across Naoya’s face. “Hear me out Zenin, I was pretty bad back then but please don’t hold that against me now. She definitely changed me…”.

               Naoya understands personal growth, he’s gone through a lot himself. ‘Toji has too…’. He narrows his eyes to Gojo, “Has she ever had the right to decide her future for herself?”. He’s still extremely disappointed in hearing about this part of her past and wishes he could’ve met her sooner to protect her from some of it. ‘Baby…’. He doesn’t fully trust that Gojo is so different now though.

               “From everything I’ve dug up, I don’t think so Naoya…”. Toji appreciates Naoya’s disdain and feels incredible guilt as he knows he deployed controlling tactics on Elska as well while Gojo was sealed.

               A silence creeps over them again as no one has anything they want to say out loud.

               Gojo gets frustrated, “LOOK, if I didn’t intervene right then and there, she would’ve been taken by Getou or the elders anyway or would have had to face her crimes against their hierarchy. I couldn’t let them get their hands on her, I was already in love…though I didn’t figure that out until much later.”.

               Naoya kisses her head again before asking his next question, “What did you do to her fiancée Gojo?” His voice lowered more than he meant it to but understands that he’s more worked up than he thought. He sets aside his own distaste as the word leaves him, wanting to be her only intended, to gain clarification on his whereabouts. He worries of the confirmation he’s about to receive and is glad she isn’t awake for any of this.

               Satoru sneers, “As far as I know, that arrogant cunt is still alive and well…ruling over his winged kingdom. I didn’t kill him that day like I’d planned on, our little Elska was proving to be too much for me to fend off while targeting him. We had a brief fight in which I was able to knock her out cold…luckily…”. Gojo feels Naoya’s presence grow rapidly and quickly adds, “I DIDN’T WANT TO! I do not like hitting her! Calm down!”. He then states, “You weren’t there Zenin, you have no idea what I was dealing with…”.

               Toji chimes in, “For once I don’t blame you Gojo. If what we saw the other day was even a fraction of the force she carried before, then…I get it.” He darts his eyes to Naoya through the mirror, “Think about it boy…don’t let your emotions get the best of you.”. Naoya nods to him as he seems to sluggishly agree.

               Naoya perks up as he recognizes their surroundings and realizes they’re nearing the academy. “Oh thank God…I am ready to show her what we got!”. He giggles to himself, imagining her in his favorites out of his and Gojo’s compiled selection. A trace thought crosses his mind after reanalyzing Gojo saying kingdom though. Naoya’s eyes widen, “Wait…does that mean her fiancée was some kind of royalty!?”

               “He is the King of her kind, Naoya. He’s the royalty and the one who turned her. ‘Well, he’s half responsible anyways…’. They don’t populate that whole world though they’re numbers are rather small in comparison to the humans there.”. Gojo genuinely finds Naoya’s amazement to be pleasing. “You don’t really know that much about her, do you?”, his tone is soft as he sincerely likes how naïve Naoya is and how it doesn’t affect his loyalty to her. ‘He really does care…’.

               Naoya smiles warmly while gazing down to her, “No I don’t…but I always knew she was a princess.”. He hears Toji cackle and sees him form a toothy grin.

               “That would make her queen material my boy.”. Toji is beside himself with this new information. “How did I miss that when I was investigating?” He turns to Gojo in confusion briefly before while stopping at a red light. “I was able to find some crazy shit Gojo…how did I overlook that?!”

               Gojo laughs, “Ahhh yes, well I had to decimate the bridge that connects their world and ours after my cabinet decided to try and initiate a genocide on her…friends.” Toji is so busy wrapping his mind around what he’s trying to explain that Gojo has to motion for him to drive through the now green light. “I also destroyed all of the evidence involving them so that no one could target her world again. What they don’t know won’t hurt them!”.

               “Does she fucking know that she can’t go back Gojo!?” Toji raises his voice unintentionally loud which in turn causes Elska to wake up. “Shit.” He sighs, “I’m sorry doll, I didn’t mean to yell.”.

               She rubs her eyes and smiles, “It’s ok Toji!”, she looks at Naoya and then out the car window, “It looks like we’re about there anyways!”. She tries to adjust her position but laughs kindly when she discovers her struggles are due to Choso’s weight on the other side of her. “He’s like a big baby!”, she squeals as he lightly snores by her ear. No one seems to really be saying much and she wonders if it has to do with what they were talking about. She’d not heard a lot but felt she could at least reassure Toji, “I know about the bridge you guys, that memory came back to me a while ago.”. Toji hastily eyes her in the mirror, “That was the first time I…”, she holds her tongue as her sleepiness almost risked another argument. ‘…gave myself to him.’, she thinks to herself instead. Gojo bends his arm behind the seat to sprawl a hand on her knees as he seems to comprehend everything that was going through her mind.

               “That was the day I figured out I was in love.” Gojo now turns and caringly smiles to her. “My Elska.”. She blushes and smiles as the memory is luckily one she seems to be fond of. He looks at Toji and then to Naoya, “See? She’s not ignorant…”.

               Elska gasps in the back seat as she sees how some of the Titer blood she wore has become apart of Naoya as well. “Oh crap!” She looks up to his eyes apologetically, “I’ve ruined this shirt!”. She clutches the light red smears on the white cloth and frowns.

               “Baby, its alright!” Naoya smiles, “This is Gojo’s anyways.”. His deep voice erupts into laughter that scares Choso awake now too.

               Choso inhales that same nameless scent as it threatens to be masked by surrounding odors. He groans and shifts as his ears ring from his suddenly ended nap. He moves his hand and feels something soft so he rubs it between his fingers but opens his eyes and jumps out of his skin as he finally realizes that he’s nestled up into Elska. “I…this…uhh…”.

               “Well good morning sleepy head!”, Elska tries to laugh off Choso’s conundrum as he’s backed himself against the car door. He was just fondling the dress itself over her lap but knows he hadn’t fully come woken at that point. “Choso, it’s alright!”, she giggles to his tense posture. “We were both tired!”.

               Choso smiles nervously as he wonders exactly which part of her he was caressing. After a few seconds he calms down, noticing that she wasn’t weirded out by him and hopes he maybe just imagined it. He clears his throat, “I umm, I got you and Nobora something today!”. He adverts his eyes as he’s still a little embarrassed about sleeping on her.

               “Choso! You didn’t have to do that!” Elska smiles widely to him and feels like he’s opening up more and more every day. “I actually picked you out something too!”. She searches a few bags on the floorboard and then sighs, “I think its in the trunk with the rest though…”.

               Gojo turns around and whines, “Love! Did you get me anything?”. He grins when she says yes and finds himself excited to find out what it was. “We should have an exchange when we get inside!”.

               Toji parks his car and exhales. “Alright, Naoya help me with the stuff in the back will you?”.

               “Getting too old to lift much?” Naoya giggles as he opens the door and lets Elska out, “I’ve got you, old fart.”. He holds a hand open for her to grab onto as he assists her, “Like the princess you are…”, and pecs her on the lips. Satoru runs up behind Elska and throws her over his shoulder so Naoya yells, “HEY! Put her down!”.

               “I’m carrying some goods too!” Gojo readjusts her while she lightly kicks her legs and smugly smiles, “Just doing my part!”. After taking a few steps he slings her down into his arms knowing that would probably be more comfortable.

               Choso picks up the bags from the back seat, “I’ll help you guys!”, but fears his efforts are needless as Toji and Naoya alpha up and load the rest of the shopping trip along their arms.

               “Just get the doors!” Naoya forces out as he finds his balance. He wasn’t expecting everything to weigh this much.

               Satoru carries her all the way up to Toji’s room where he sets her down outside of the bathroom. “Here love, I’m sure you’re tired of wearing them by now.” She opens the door and gasps to her reflection as she has blood smeared all over her. “Red always looked good on you though, don’t be mistaken!”.

               “I’m surprised no one called the cops on us while driving!” She looks like she could be a battered victim without a doubt. Satoru scoots behind her and turns on the shower faucet, trying to get it to a comfortable temperature. She sits on the tub’s ledge while he kneels over it holding his hand under the running water. He looks up to her and smiles, puckering his lips at her as if to blow a kiss. She feels him trying to be cute, “My Sweet Sati…”.

               “Always, my love!”, he stands up and moves out of her way as she begins to undress. He wants to watch her but remembers the others will likely be up any minute now. “I picked out some new undies for you, I’ll bring some in when they’re brought up!”.

               “Sati, thank you…for everything.”. She steps into the tub and welcomes the warmth running down her body. She stands there for a moment and realizes that he never left the bathroom. She peaks through the curtains and sees him leaning against the sink with folded arms, staring off into nothing. “Sati?”.

               Gojo snaps out of it and jerks his body upright, “I’m good love! Enjoy your shower!”, and turns to leave. He was thinking about how precious she truly was to him. He loops her words through his mind again, “Thank you…for everything.”. He doesn’t understand how she can stand to still be around him but feels restructured as a man upon knowing differently. ‘How did I get so lucky? I don’t even deserve someone like her…’. Even now, with the danger their trying to keep their sanity through, the Titer’s immediate vengeance is because of him alone. He whispers as he hears Toji, Choso and Naoya approaching, “I will keep you safe Elska.”.

               The door swings open to a huffing Naoya, “FUCK STAIRS!”. He shuffles to the bed, drops the bags at his feet and starfishes backwards onto the comforter, “And I’m actually pretty fit!”.

               Choso sits on the couch after gently placing the bags he had on the shorter dresser. “I would’ve made us a portal but I didn’t think about it.”. He laughs as Naoya groans and sits himself up.

               Toji has already started unpacking the bags. He hears the water running and knows that Elska will probably appreciate something to change into. “You guys, help me organize this!” He’s laying out matching sets and miscellaneous piles.

               Gojo assists Toji for a moment but upon picking up a certain bag gets his hand smacked. Toji warns, “Not this one, not yet.”. Toji sees Satoru’s weird expression and says, “She’ll probably want to give these out herself.”. They were the items that she got for everyone else. Toji smirks as he remembers how much fun they had once stumbling upon that selection, trying to match everyone’s personality to a playing card.

               “I won’t peek…”, Satoru whines before walking away to grab more bags but halts as Toji pulls out something and roars, “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?”. Gojo turns around slowly to see an irritated Toji holding up crotchless panties. He chuckles nervously before running back to swipe them. “They’re not for you, big guy don’t worry!”.

               Naoya now launches himself to his feet as he feels revamped after remembering all of the delectable goodies. He scoops up a few bags and dumps them out on the other side of the bed, excitedly sifting through the sets.

               Toji stares into the lingerie Naoya’s fumbling with and wants to lash out but honestly finds himself intrigued by a few of the things he sees. He reaches out for a white set but Naoya stops him.

               “Tch. You’re all bloodied don’t touch that one!”. Naoya snatches it away and hangs it over the short bedpost. “I do like that particular bit a lot though.”. Naoya hums as he thinks to be sneaky. “I’ll just put this in the bathroom for her.” He giddily knocks on the door and announces he’s leaving something in there.

               Toji finds the soft sweatpants he bought for Naoya and chucks them at him. “Here you little shit, they’re the exact same ones as you borrowed.” He always comes off so mean to Naoya but honestly was happy to get them for him. He sees some of the shirts he grabbed for Megumi and Itadori, smiles and tucks them back into their own separate bags.

               He grabs up the coral shirt and cotton shorts that she was really excited about earlier, picks up a pair of underwear with a crotch and walks them to the bathroom. When he knocks the water turns off.

               She steps out of the shower and sees the cute designer white bra and panties and hollers through the door, “Naoya? Was this you?!”. She thin lipped the gesture as she just wanted to be comfortable but decides, ‘…maybe I should just put it on?’, as she mischievously elects that two can play this game. Toji calls her name through the door and cracks it, holding the perfect pair of pajamas. She smiles as she understands how much attention Toji pays her.

               Toji hears her say thank you and that she’ll be out in a minute. He looks on the couch and sees Choso trying to organize lingerie but is getting flustered with it. He laughs, “Choso, you’re good man, let them handle that.”. The being sighs in relief with a red face.

               Elska walks out of the bathroom and is amazed by the mess of bags and tags that’s littered the room. “I switched the towels Toji, you’re all set!”. He smiles to her while grabbing his own change of clothes before heading in. She walks to the closest side of the bed, opposite of Naoya and takes in all the different colored sets. “OH…wow…you guys ummm…really went all out…” She sees Naoya’s prideful expression as he turns his head up and smiles. She feels arms wrap around from behind and shivers to Satoru’s breath on her as he leans down to her ear.

               “We wanted you to have it all.” Gojo’s voice is low and seductive as he sways them both slowly. He wants to bend her over the bed and have some fun but stops himself from progressing the situation. He’s just so excited. Instead, he sends his hands to roam her carefully but feels a tag under her shirt. “Love, you’re priceless…why is this still attached?”. She reaches back and laughs when she feels it and asks if he could pull it off. He steps away and opens the back section of the collar to look down it and moans with desire as he notices the bra. He uses a tiny bit of energy to melt through the plastic strip anchoring it to the laces and says, “Maybe I should check the bottoms too?”.

               Naoya sees how handsy Gojo is being but is trying to not let himself become angered. “Why are you so riled up all of the sudden?” He glances from Satoru to Elska to take in her expression but she’s just letting him. Gojo raises an eyebrow and smiles, leaving Naoya wondering what he’s about to do. Zenin feels a little relief when he sees Choso on the couch still, thinking that will keep Satoru on a PG level.

               Elska feels Gojo take a step back. “I don’t think I missed anything there Sa-…” She gasps as he yanks down her shorts to show the white laced, revealing panties and whimpers as she’s pushed forward into the bed. There a wet and warm sensation the trails along the cloth on her most sensitive parts but it soon turns cool. She tries to sit back up when she realizes that Gojo is licking her through them. “SATI!”.

               Naoya’s breath is hitched in his throat as he can’t believe that just happened. “GOJO!”. He runs around the bed and sees Choso jump to his feet with wide eyes. “Get off of her!”, Naoya goes to swing at the shaman but Gojo catches his wrist without even looking.

               Gojo lifts his head from Elska’s bent over form to look up at Naoya, “You need to be less aggressive Zenin.”.

               Naoya’s face twists in frustration, “LESS AGGRESSIVE?”. He watches Elska roll over to her back in shock as she was clearly not expecting any of that. “Baby, are you alright?”.

               Between her light panting she says, “I’m fine! He didn’t hurt me!” as she quickly pulls up her shorts. She’s more mortified that Choso witnessed the whole thing and is annoyed that Satoru managed to excite her in such a situation. She looks at Satoru with wide eyes, “Why would you do that in front of him?” and points to the being.

               “Love, I’m sorry! You just looked too good to pass up!” He shifts his gaze to the bed and pouts, “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to keep off of you?” Gojo’s voice trails off, “It’s seems like it’s been forever…”. He really is losing his mind, wanting to be as close as possible to her, in her.

               She’s still a little upset at his timing but also knows how sexual of a man Satoru is and feels terrible for leaving him out. “Sati, I’m sorry too…”. She shimmies over to the edge of the bed where he’s still on his knees and holds his cheek. When he finally looks back at her, she brushes his cheekbone with her thumb and hesitantly says, “If you can be just a little more patient with me, then I can assure you won’t go without.”. His eyes light up instantly and she giggles to how easy it is to please him sometimes.

               “Baby!”, Naoya whines in irritation to hearing that. “What about me?!”. He narrows his eyes to Gojo in disdain.

               Elska holds out her other hand to grab Naoya’s. She sighs and looks up to him, “Maybe…MAYBE…we can try it together.”. Naoya doesn’t seem totally happy with that response but if he’s mad, he’s not showing it. She feels Gojo shiver with a small smile.

               Satoru stands up and turns to Choso, “Hey, could you go gather everyone in to cafeteria again?”. Choso responds with suspicious and squinting eyes.

               “Toji is still in the shower, dumbass.” Naoya scoffs as he figured Gojo wouldn’t give up that easily.

               Satoru turns back towards them, “Hmm…you’re right…he can just meet up with us then!”. A devilish grin appears across his face, “I wonder if I can pull it off though…three’s a lot…” He sees Naoya and Elska thinking about what he could mean and takes the opportunity to tell Choso, “Tell everyone else we’ll be right back! We still have to exchange gifts!”, and quickly grabs both Naoya and Elska and teleports all three of them out of the room.

               Choso is left standing there in confusion, hard and speechless. “What just happened…”.

               “What the fuck was that?!” Naoya hollers out as he spins to see where they are. “Where the fuck is this?”.

               Elska looks around the room and quietly asks, “Are we…?”

               Satoru smiles and answers before she can finish, “Yes love, this is one of the apartments on the floor where we used to live.”. He’s been adding furniture and amenities slowly over the past few weeks, for a situation just like this, where they needed to get away. He picks up Elska and walks her over to the bed to lay her on her back. “Please love, just let me show you how good I can be.”. He looks over his shoulder to Naoya and calls him over.

               Upon walking up to them in the dimly lit room from the sunset outside, he can see Elska’s mixture of excitement and caution. He’s not sure how to fully read her but as Gojo crawls over her she whimpers lightly and it doesn’t sound like distress. He watches Satoru lift up her shirt slowly while she’s returning Naoya’s gaze and battles himself on if he should even participate.

               “Naoya, just come here.”, Satoru lifts himself from laying overtop of her to being on his knees by her side. “Don’t be shy.”. He smiles as he starts to massage her breasts through the bra and leans down to slide his tongue into her mouth. He reaches down between her legs and starts rubbing her to which she gasps and nervously squeezes her thighs together.                

               She forgot how wonderful if felt when Satoru takes charge in a sane manner. The last time they were in a situation like this though she was completely unprepared. This feels a little less mind bending as she’s felt different lately. She’s worried that Naoya ultimately will not care for this and begins to snap herself out of the sensations Gojo is handing her but suddenly feels two more hands on her knees along with the dipping of the mattress.

               Gojo pulls back from her and smirks as Naoya mounts himself between her legs. Naoya’s still feeling confused on his emotions while she enjoys Gojo’s ministrations but is going to try his best to handle his jealousy. Naoya leans himself into her and she turns to look at him with half-lidded eyes. “Fine.”. He grits his teeth, “You want to be a naughty princess?” Her eyes open fully to his tone, “I’ll show you how I handle a naughty princess…”. He latches his right hand around her throat and bends down to deeply kiss her and hums as their lips meet. He grinds his forming bulge into her while holding her down, trying to ignore Gojo already stroking himself next to them. He uses his left hand to hike her leg up slightly just so he could slap her ass. She cries out beneath him as he seductively seethes, “That’s right baby, you’re going down.”.

               Gojo is already beyond ready as he bites his lip while watching Naoya assert his dominance. ‘He’s perfect for this…’. He looks down to Elska’s glowing eyes as she grips his thigh in anticipation. Naoya’s already pulled off his shirt and pants and is now removing her panties. He feels her hands wrap around his length now and whimpers loudly as she strokes. “Love…”, he throws his head back while listening to her moan as Naoya’s lapping up all her arousal. “Fuck…” Gojo shifts his position slightly and feels his heart race as she opens her mouth for him. The moment her tongue circles his girth, he shudders to the warm ecstasy like he’s experiencing her for the first time all over again. He looks down at her teary eyes as he slowly nudges himself in and out, loving how she looks with her mouth full.

               She’s not even going to try and lie about how much she’s liking this. Both Naoya and Satoru have their own way of doing things but they seem to blend well together in this sense. She wishes they wouldn’t have left Toji like that but honestly doesn’t think she could handle all three of them anyways. She tries not to think of her beloved as Naoya works his fingers into her while swallowing Satoru down. Her body begins to heat up with haste and within seconds, her pheromones abruptly release into the room.

               Naoya lifts his head to huff the scent up. He inhales deeply before moaning out, “You’re such a bad fucking girl…”. He grabs himself and lines up to her, teasing his tip in only a few times. He groans to how she whimpers and wiggles around, expecting him to go deeper.

               Gojo is fucking loving Naoya’s attitude. He pulls himself out of her mouth so she can communicate and catch her breath. He pleasures himself close to her so she can feel the full effect of being denied.

               Naoya keeps toying with her, only nudging in slightly. He removes himself completely to rub his head into her folds and can tell she’s losing her patience as she whines. Naoya grins widely and cocks up his head, “Do you want more baby?”. He slides his tip back in her and gives the weakest little thrust. She grabs the bed sheets with her free hand and pants, “Yes!”. Naoya’s almost satisfied with this but pushes her a little further, “Tell me to fuck you princess…”. He finds himself holding his breath as he waits for her response. He starts to slowly pull back until she cries out, “Naoya please just fuck me!”. He instantly gives her what she wants and rocks his hips into her. She moans his name again but he thinks that maybe this is the perfect time to introduce his ultimate kink. Before Gojo can slide back into her mouth he leans over her, gradually delving deeper through her essence. He bites and kisses her neck, whimpering to how she gasps and clenches around him but finally says, “Call me Master.”.

               Satoru lines himself with her mouth again as she moans to Naoya splitting her. He brushes the hair from her face and excitedly asks, “Love, does he feel good?”. He smiles softly to her as she nods, unable to speak. “Mmmm…look at how Naoya spreads you…” He’s eagerly staring and tunes into how passionate of a lover Naoya is. ‘He talks down to her too but it doesn’t feel as dirty as when I do it…’. He wonders with the little concentration he can focus if there’s isn’t a thing or two he could possibly learn from the Zenin. Satoru really wants to see more so he tries to help Naoya’s case. He slides himself down her throat a little further before pulling out and coaching, “Tell him love…”.

               As soon as she can speak, she latches onto Naoya and whimpers, “That feels good…Master Naoyaaa…” and feels temporary confusion as his immediate increased intensity sends her over the edge and straight into an orgasm. She can’t even cry out, she just releases high-pitched gasps and broken squeals as he only slows down a little.

               Naoya tucks his right hand into the side of her neck and trails his thumb over her lips until she sucks it. He knows he’s overstimulating her in this moment but he meant what he said, she was going down. As long as she isn’t hurting or uncomfortable, he was going to keep making her unravel as many times as he was capable. Hearing her call him master brought out a devious side of him, he feels like an open book. She looks up to him with lustful eyes and even with Gojo’s length entering down her throat he’s coming to terms with the fact that he’s very into this. “I warned you baby…”, He moans as he watches her take Satoru in, not sure why he’s still looking. He feels his brow furrow before saying, “We’re going to fuck you senseless.”. He picks up his pace again wanting to enjoy a few more moments of being inside of her before he switches with Gojo.  

               Satoru was hoping he’d say that. He nudges into Elska’s mouth a few times before pulling back out again, knowing he’ll be able to less loose some more shortly. He wants her to have a good experience this time, wanting to show her that he was capable of being better to her. He wipes her face and leans down, kissing her while she moans uncontrollably from Naoya’s efforts. Satoru whispers into her, “Like I’ve said before, so fucking beautiful.”. She whimpers, “Sati” and it sends a fire through him as their tongues swirl. He feels her body heat rising and becomes concerned as he can tell she’s about to release her pheromones again. He’s never known her do to that more than once at a time. She squirms next to him and breathlessly says, “I’m…ahh….I’m…”. but she loses her composure as another wave tears through their space. He looks to Naoya who has a proud gleam in his eyes as he finally slows his rhythm.

               “Baby…”. He feels her clenching around him as he gathers that she’s having another orgasm on top of the second wave. “I won’t be the one to torture you this time.” He feels her legs shaking and tries to steady her knees after he backs out of her. He sees the perplexity on Satoru’s face and states, “Round 3.”.

               Elska still hasn’t caught her breath or sanity as post-orgasmic sensations still linger throughout her body. She feels Naoya get up and then Satoru. Gojo’s lips are felt along her right knee before he drags them lightly down her thigh. She’s not even sure she can handle any more stimulation in this moment so she’s appreciative of his thoughtfulness.

               Gojo is trying to stop her legs from shaking but its to no avail. He grabs her waist and asks, “Do you want to change your position?” She pants and nods before rolling over. Once she’s on all fours, he pulls her back by the hips so he can stand behind her versus being on the bed. With his hand on her lower back, he gently pushes her down a bit so that they could line up. Naoya’s crawling onto the bed at this point causing Gojo to sigh in anticipation. As soon as he rubs his head into her, he finds himself in disbelief by how wet she is. “My love…”, he grunts as he glides in slowly. He’d tease her too but he’s been waiting for this long enough. When she yelps in pleasure, he grabs her waist and left breast and starts rocking his hips, closing his eyes even due to how good she felt.

               Naoya is gathering up her hair for her as she stares into his eyes with her glowing ones from below. Her expression becomes flushed again as he can see Satoru entering her. He’s not completely comfortable with this but he decides to turn his attention back to solely her. While holding her hair he bends down and salaciously kisses her. Her moans are driving him wild and he finds himself tilting her head to the side so he can return the favor with his teeth. He bites harder than he usually does, marking her, but only because he was wrapped up in wanting her to regret saying no to turning him. When she cries master again, he pulls back and grabs himself to rub against her lips. She gives him this arousing glare as she parts them and takes him in as far as she can manage, surpassing his expectations.                

               She’s now bouncing lightly from Satoru’s well angled rutting but isn’t complaining as he really is being on his best behavior. This all actually feels good… really good. She didn’t understand how much she missed him until he was seated completely into her, staying like that while she was going down on Naoya. She hears Satoru breathlessly moan, “Swallow him whole, Elska.”. and she gladly abides. Naoya is starting to assist her with his hips but she can tell he’s testing the waters first. She lifts her head, causing him to slide out of her mouth but while still looking into Naoya’s eyes she taunts, “Master, help me.”.

               Naoya cackles deeply with an interesting air while hovering his member over her face, “Such a helpless little princess…”. He smirks to her as he guides himself back down her throat, beginning to slowly thrust into her while she gags. He pulls out quickly to make sure she was still liking this, “Do you want me to stop?”. She whines no breathlessly but he gives her a minute anyways while taking in how the meat of her rear jolts to the way Gojo is pounding her. When Gojo slows down for a moment, Naoya resumes his position with Elska and gladly observes her submissive nature as he glides past her lips. She cries out to the best of her ability while he’s buried into her and it causes him to look at Satoru and becomes further aroused as he sees the silver shaman working a thumb into her second entrance. “Baby…why didn’t you tell me you liked that?”, he receives glowing doe eyes that make him dissolve before gagging her again.

               “Love don’t worry! I just want to play with you!” Satoru isn’t going to try take her in this manner and wanted to reassure her of that. She arches her back as he slips his thumb in though and he can’t help but to thrust his member into her a few times roughly as she lets him in. “I fucking love your ass…” Gojo was half-expecting Naoya to protest but is glad to see that the expression on his face is still pretty lush. Satoru starts motioning his hips back into a steady pace, wonderfully writhing by how he’s being coated in her silk. He groans behind her and says, “So fucking sexy.” His stamina and ability to last is limited these days, he hasn’t had sex since it was her, Toji and himself. Gojo is torn on letting himself just go and wanting to prolong their adventure but decides on trying to go the distance. He swaps his thumb for his index finger and hooks into her while he deeply strokes her through her walls. “Fuuuck…”, that didn’t help him calm down at all. When Gojo lifts his gaze towards Naoya, he can see that the Zenin man is looking less collected as well.

               With watery eyes she glances up to Naoya who looks like he’s ready to blow. She feels another orgasm building and whimpers to the warmth it sends through her. She imagines Naoya with wings and shuts her eyes as she tries to not fall into a mess from their actions on her. Satoru is hitting all the right spots and being at their mercy is simply sublime. Naoya whispers, “Baby…fuck…I’m not going to make it much longer…”, which turns her on, knowing that he’s enjoying this too. She quickly pushes her body up more to grab onto his waist so she can take him down her throat completely.

               “Ohhhh my godddd…”, Naoya throws his head back as she sucks the fight right out of him. He’s closing his eyes, trying to picture anything that would cease his budding release but it’s no use, its coming. He supports her with his right arm by hoisting it under hers as he reflexively doubles over, unable to even thrust much as she’s doing all the necessary work herself. He runs his hand through her hair and pants out, “…It’s coming baby...I’m…”, he’s unable to say the rest as he feels her throat squeeze around him, knowing that she just forced him in that far. He doesn’t mean to, but he cries out as he unloads into her, feeling her swallow it all.

               Gojo sees that Naoya has actually been defeated first but feels like if he can hold on just a little bit longer, he can give her an orgasm too. He’s overrun with joy, seeing as this all played out much better than he anticipated. He grunts as he dedicates his finishing motions with an increased force. She cries out muffled moans being as Naoya has yet to leave her mouth and Satoru’s brow furrows to her tightening reactions. “Fucking cum, love…”. He sounds mean but he’s just so close and doesn’t want to leave her unfinished. She does though and he sighs tremendously as he feels the top half of her body give and lay into the mattress while she spasms around him. He thinks to paint her walls but really misses the way she looks covered with his signature so he quickly pulls out and aims his contents all over her rear as he moans loudly. Still catching his breath, he admires the way it spills out and drapes itself down her skin and folds.

               Everyone is quiet aside from their heaving in air. Naoya brushes Elska’s hair away from her eyes as she lays there gasping, bent over. He helps her up to her knees and locks their lips in a breathless and sweet caress. He wants to say so much as he feels that was ultimately pretty hot but instead verbally checks in on her, “Are you ok baby? Did you enjoy that?”. Her eyes are still glossed over as he feels her hand cupping his cheek. She smiles though and kisses him tenderly back and with that he’s reassured that they didn’t cause her any harm.

               Gojo smacks her ass lightly and belts out, “I guess Toji was too late!”. He chuckles and reluctantly wipes his art work on her away with the sheets. He wraps his arms around her while she’s still upright having a moment with Naoya and nestles his face into her hair. “My love, thank you for that…”. He sees that its now dark outside through the window and whispers, “Not to cut this short but we’re surely missed by this point.” He imagines he’s going to have to explain himself to Toji and isn’t looking forward to that. “He is going to fucking kill me.”, he giggles before his breath is hitched to the forming portal on the other side of the room. “Here arrives my death…”, he whines nervously.

               Toji steps through first, glaring with a menacing growl.

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[anne-the-quene]

On my lord of Norfolk and the King's Council departing from the Tower, I went before the Queen into her lodging. She said unto me, "Mr. Kingston, shall I go into a dungeon?" I said, "No, Madam. You shall go into the lodging you lay in at your coronation." "It is too g[ood] for me, she said; Jesu have mercy on me;" and kneeled down, weeping a [good] pace, and in the same sorrow fell into a great laughing, as she has done many times since. "She desyred me to move the Kynges hynes that she [might] have the sacarment in the closet by hyr chamber, that she my[ght pray] for mercy, for I am as clere from the company of man as for s[in as I] am clear from you, and am the Kynges trew wedded wyf. And then s[he said], Mr. Kynston, do you know wher for I am here? and I sayd, Nay. And th[en she asked me], When saw you the Kynge? and I sayd I saw hym not syns I saw [him in] the Tylte Yerde. And then, Mr. K., I pray you to telle me wher my [Lord, my fa]der, ys? And I told hyr I saw hym afore dyner in the Cort. O[where is m]y sweet broder? I sayd I left hym at York Place; and so I dyd. I [hear say, sai]d she, that I shuld be accused with iij. men; and I can say [no more but] nay, withyowt I shuld oppen my body. And ther with opynd her gown. O, No[res], hast thow accused me? Thow ar in the Towre with me, [and thow and I shall] dy together; and, Marke, thow art here to. O, my mother, [thou wilt die with] sorow; and myche lamented my lady of Worceter, for by c[ause that her child di]d not store in hyre body. And my wyf sayd, what shuld [be the cause? And she sai]d, for the sorow she toke for me. And then she sayd, Mr. [Kyngston, shall I die with]yowt justes? And I sayd, the porest sugett the Ky[ng hath, hath justice. And t]her with she lawed. Alle thys sayinges was yesterny[ght] . . . . . . . . . . and thys mornyng dyd talke with Mestrys Co[fyn. (fn. 4) And she said, Mr. Norr]es dyd say on Sunday last unto the Quenes am[ner that he would s]vere for the Quene that she was a gud woman. [And then said Mrs.] Cofyn, Madam, Why shuld ther be hony seche maters [spoken of? Marry,] sayd she, I bad hym do so: for I asked hym why he [did not go through with] hys maryage, and he made ansure he wold tary [a time. Then I said, Y]ou loke for ded men's showys, for yf owth ca[m to the King but good], you would loke to have me. And he sayd yf he [should have any such thought] he wold hys hed war of. And then she sayd [she could undo him if she wou]ld; and ther with thay felle yowt, bot. . . . . . . . . . . . . . and sayd on Wysson Twysday (fn. 5) last . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . that Nores cam more . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . age and further * * * "Wher I was commaunded to charge the gentelwomen that gyfes thayr atendans apon the Quene, that ys to say thay shuld have now (i.e., no) commynycasion with hyr in lese my wyf ware present; and so I dyd hit, notwithstandynge it canot be so, for my lady Bolen and Mestrys Cofyn lyes on the Quenes palet, and I and my wyf at the dore with yowt, so at thay must nedes talke at be within; (fn. 6) bot I have every thynge told me by Mestrys Cofyn that she thinkes met for you (fn. 7) to know, and tother ij. gentelweymen lyes withyowt me, and as I may knowe t[he] Kynges plesure in the premysses I shalle folow. From the Towre, thys morny[ng]. "Sir, syns the makynge of thys letter the Quene spake of Wes[ton, saying that she] had spoke to hym bycause he did love hyr kynswoman [Mrs. Skelton, and] sayd he loved not hys wyf, and he made ansere to hyr [again that h]e loved wone in hyr howse

A letter from William Kingston to Thomas Cromwell, 3 May 1536 (via British History Online, The Letters and Papers of Henry VIII May 1-10)

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[astheroid]

100 follower event!!

First of all, WOW!! Thank you guys so much :D 100 is a lot of people.

Second, I’m doing an event >:). Send a brief description of your personality, a color, and a photo /description of your outward appearance and I’ll:

A- I’ll match you up with a Haikyuu character (specify your preferences in gender so I can match you up with someone you’ll like)

B- Write a short drabble of you and that character

C-Draw you!! In chibi form because I don’t think I can do multiple complicated drawings without dying lol.

Submission example (me)-

Hi! My name is Honi, I use she/they pronouns, and I’m pansexual with no gender preference. I’m relatively laid back but I get excited really quickly and love being around people. My receiving love languages are touch and words of affirmation, but my giving love language is gift giving. I’m an ENFP, but I’m an extrovert-leaning ambivert. A color I like is yellow. (You can add as much or as little as you want *w*)

I’m Filipino/white with brown hair and brown eyes. I have glasses and wear ponytails a lot. I have bangs. (this can also be a photo)

Matchup format example (also me)-

Pair- Honi and [character]

[drabble goes here]

[chibi drawing vv]

And that’s that!

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February 11, 2021

Yesterday was quite the day.  I went to Kaiser for my weekly check up and while monitoring the baby’s heart rate it went from 150 to 130 real quick so the nurse practitioner sent me to labor and delivery just to make sure everything was OK.  [Everything was fine, the monitor just picked up baby’s heart rate and then mine, which was the reason for the difference].  While at labor and delivery I had an asian nurse and asian resident who both went to ucla (and one graduated 2009 too). I think I never would’ve really thought about it before but lately it’s made me feel really safe living in LA surrounded by lots of asians.  Knowing that there are so many attacks against asian elderly folks (esp in norcal, where there are lots of asians too....) its made me nervous about my mom going places.  It’s also made me nervous for myself. I think about the man’s whose face got slashed.  People just getting pushed, etc.  I’m seriously so thankful I’m in a “safe” place.  I mean if I go down an hour to certain parts of the OC maybe its not as safe but at least in my immediate surrounding its OK.

Speaking of some doom and gloom, today I came out to get water and I noticed Naya’s door was closed (with Maria and Naya in the room).  Normally I would never think twice but after reading the recent HONY series (spoiler: it involves sexual abuse of a child) I was like ... hmmm is that closed door OK?  I would never ever suspect Maria of harming Naya but I’m realizing more and more that you really just don’t know when something could happen.  I didn’t want to open the door b/c I can’t keep playing and I didn’t want to upset Naya (sometimes when she sees me she gets really mad that I’m leaving) so I decided to just go through the side and peek through the screen door hahah.  Naya was lying down on her trampoline and they were just chilling but then she saw me so I took her outside for a little bit.  It was totally fine but maybe I’ll ask Maria to always leave the door open.  I also don’t think she purposely closes the door. I know Naya likes to close doors.  Being a parent really does involve worrying about everything.  

Ok now and more. Yesterday I watched ‘Framing Britney’ and it actually wasn’t as sad as I expected.  The GGs have been talking about it and made it seem horrible. It is really sad how Britney has been used and controlled for all of her life (but it wasn’t as bad as they made it seem).  It was pretty shocking to see how interviewers talked to her though.  One just says “so your breasts” [laughter] “you get really mad when people bring that up”.  I was like :O wow I can’t believe people could talk like that just 10-15 years ago.  Women have had it so rough. Just expected to laugh at those questions and answer non-aggressively.