#anyways i can't do these every day so i'm going to try to batch them w the prompts hehe

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Bucky's sweet treats

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.3K

SUMMARY | Bucky has always enjoyed your baked goods and other sweet treats, so when you start leaving them for him to find when he comes back from missions, he can't help but smile like an idiot every times he sees you, or one of your treats.

WARNING(S) | None.

A/N | After all the love I've received for this part, I decided to write a Part II which you can find here. That part is definitely NSFW, so anyone under 18 shouldn't interact with it.

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

''Oh, doll, these are amazing!'' Bucky said when he bit into one of your freshly made chocolate chip cookies. ''I know right?!'' you said as you bit into a warm one to have a taste for yourself. You always enjoyed baking when your brain started overthinking, it was a good way to rid your mind of any unwanted thoughts. Usually, you just have some music blaring on your phone when you do it, but in the middle of the night that didn't seem like the smartest idea, so you wore your earbuds to listen to some music while preparing the cookies. Whilst they were in the oven you decided to sit down at the kitchen island with a book, which is when Bucky happened to walk into the kitchen.

''Hey doll, what are you doing up so late?'' he asked and you put your book down to see Bucky still in his tactical gear. ''My head is working overtime again, I really think I need a vacation or something from all of these missions,'' you admitted, and Bucky understood how you felt. ''So I decided to make chocolate chip cookies. If you want you can have a taste when they're done, they'll be done in about 10 minutes or so,'' you offered and he happily agreed, he really enjoyed your sweet treats, probably a little more than he should. He always had a sweet tooth after all. ''Sure, but I'll just go change into something a little more comfortable if you don't mind!'' he said laughing, and quickly went to his room to shower and change.

After about 15 minutes he was back, the next batch of cookies just went into the oven, the first batch resting on the stove to cool down just a little. ''Smells delicious, and they're looking even better!'' he said a little flirtatious, not talking about the cookies this time. ''Yeah they do, I've used a combination of milk and dark chocolate this time, so I hope that worked out well...'' you say, not picking up on Bucky's flirting. ''I'm sure they'll be great,'' he said and looked at you with adoration in his eyes. Your cheeks started to flush a little, but you didn't mind, especially since you had a crush on Bucky for as long as you can remember.

''Want to try one?'' you ask him in a soft voice, and he slowly comes closer to you when you're reaching the cookies. Right before you can pick one up, you feel Bucky's breath against your neck when he reaches around you to grab a cookie, practically caging you against the counter. ''Thanks, doll, but I got it,'' he said in a deep voice, his mouth dangerously close to your ear. He turned around and walked back to the kitchen table to grab a chair and sit down, leaving you flustered and unable to walk for a solid minute. ''You okay, doll?'' he asked with a certain smugness in his voice, knowing damn well what he just did. ''Y-Yeah, I'm fine!'' you barely get out before grabbing a cookie and forcing yourself to turn around.

''If you want, I can maybe make you something else you'd like? I always enjoy trying new recipes after all,'' you asked Bucky, and his face lit up when you said that. ''How about something with peanut butter and chocolate? I'm a huge fan of those Reese's cups, so maybe something inspired by that would be nice...'' he suggested, his mouth already watering at the thought of it. ''Yeah of course, I will look up some recipes tomorrow, I have a day off so I was planning to look up recipes anyways,'' you said and smiled at Bucky. Just when you were about to say something else the oven turned off, signaling your last batch of cookies were done too. You take them out and lay them on the cooling rack, before putting the other batch in Tupperware.

''If you want, you can take some of them, I have made more than enough for the rest as well,'' you say as you hand the little container to Bucky. ''Are you sure...?'' he asked and you insisted, so he gladly accepted. ''Thanks, doll,'' he said and he placed a soft kiss on your cheek as a thank you, leaving you flustered again which definitely didn't go unnoticed by Bucky, wearing a smug smile on his face before walking to his room and saying good night. ''This goddamn crush is getting out of hand...'' you softly say to yourself before gathering yourself and cleaning up the kitchen. When the rest was cooled off as well, you put them in a container and went off to bed as well. That night, all you could dream about was Bucky.

The next day you start researching recipes with peanut butter in them as per Bucky's request, and after only 30 minutes, you already have a little list of things you'd like to try:

Peanut butter brownies

Double chocolate peanut butter cookies

Salted caramel & peanut butter s'mores

Peanut butter cheesecake

You write down the recipes so you can try them soon, and look up other recipes as well for Bucky to try. The next day he is sent on a mission and when you find out when he'll be home, you decide to try one of the recipes for him to find when he's back. The choice goes to the double chocolate peanut butter cookies, they're easy enough to whip up in less than 30 minutes. You decide to make a double batch so everyone can enjoy them, but keep a few apart for Bucky. You place those in a special container labeled ''Bucky's sweet treats'' with a little heart next to it, and you place it on the counter for him to find. When he gets back you happen to be running in the gym, so you can't see his reaction, but you're sure he will be absolutely over the moon when he finds them.

''Hey Buck, I don't think it's fair you get your own batch of treats!'' Sam boasted when he walked into the kitchen and found the cookies. He spotted the little container with cookies for Bucky and picked it up, suddenly seeing the heart on there. ''Wait, why is there a heart on your cookies? Are you and Y/N dating or something?'' he asked bluntly and Bucky turns bright red, wishing that were the case. He didn't know she would do that, but he can't stop smiling when he found out about the little heart. ''No, I don't know why she did that,'' he said and shrugged his shoulders. From now on, he hoped you would leave him sweet treats to find when he came home more often.

Bucky asked JARVIS where you were, and when he said you were in the gym, that's where he went to find you running on the treadmill. ''Hey doll!'' he said and you paused your music when you saw Bucky walking in with the container. You also stopped the treadmill to greet Bucky, who couldn't stop smiling like a little child on Christmas. ''I wanted to thank you for the cookies, these are absolutely amazing! Just like you are,'' he said before placing a soft kiss on your lips, pouring all of his feelings for you into it. You wrap your hands around his neck and happily kiss him back, when you hear the container hit the ground and feel his arms around your waist, you can't help but smile against his lips. ''I'm glad you like them...'' you say when you pulled back. ''No doll, I am absolutely in love with them - and you,'' he said and he placed his lips on yours again with a bit more heat this time.

#bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky x female reader

[superlarva]

I'm only asking this on anon, because I have to message people from my main account/blog which is confusing when I do most of my reblogging from my side blogs. So for the purposes of this message, I am @clonethirstingisreal

And I want to apologize for reblogging all of the chapters of your Rex being a dad to Echo and Fives story, because I'm sure you're going to be inundated with notifications and you might not even be on here very much...so please don't feel the need to respond to my reblogs, I just want to make sure they live on my blog and that my followers get to see them, because I think everyone should read them!!! I love this story so much!!

So anyway, yeah...thanks for writing it! And I'm pretty sure you said you would be writing at least one more chapter, so I look forward to that!

I just didn't want to stress you out with a bunch of notifications.

OMG, hi @clonethirstingisreal (I hope you can see this, for some reason it won't let me tag you properly)

First of all, you have nothing to apologize for, friend! I love receiving notifications--hearts, reblogs, and comments are all much appreciated. I cannot express the amount of joy that I feel after coming home from a long day of work and seeing that someone has been enjoying and engaging with something I have written, so, thank you very much! <3

Second, I only started seriously posting things on tumblr this summer and I am still learning tumblr etiquette and features, so if I'm being honest, I have been a little scared/nervous to respond to people all the time. With that being said, I do read everyone's comments and reblogs (as I said before, they make me very happy). Perhaps as I get more comfortable here I will respond more. :)

Third, I'm delighted that you are enjoying Raising Dominoes! I currently have nine (I think) unposted finished chapters and more on the way, so don't worry, there's plenty more to come. Some things to look forward to are first days of school, trips to the library, Echo coming home, celebrations, a side of angst, all the good stuff. I've been trying to post every Sunday night, but sometimes I have events or work that get in the way.

Okay, now on to some responses to some of your comments/questions! :)

I'm happy that the little Bad Batch cameo brought you in! We'll see more of them once the boy's are in school!

Hehe, I'm glad you like the hospital parking lot scene. I wrote that one from experience. I feel I have done my duty if I was able to give someone the feels!

I LOVED writing the shopping trip chapter. I'm glad people have been reacting well to teen Hardcase, I was afraid people weren't going to like my choice of ages for the characters.

Speaking of ages, I could have sworn you (I think it was you?) had mentioned something about doing the math to see how old Rex would have been when the twins were born and I can't find it now, but anyway, you were right, ~16-17. I might go into that a little later, so I don't want to spoil anything for now!

Ahh, okay, that was long, sorry!

TL;DR: Feel free to reblog as much as you want! It makes me so happy to hear your thoughts!

#raising dominoes

[nott-another-sideblog]

autistic! theo nott hcs because i want to

in first year he claimed a table at the library and sat at it so many times he couldnt sit anywhere else. one day he comes in to see some random sitting in 'his' seat and accidentally pops the poor lads inkpot out of rage. there was a hasty reparo from theo and a very quick exit after that

has broken so many quills from bending them between his fingers its unreal. he buys them in batches of ten or twenty and has broken all of them by terms end

hates getting his hair cut but also hates feeling his hair on the back of his neck. every month or so its a constant internal turmoil

really likes potions but hates touching the slimy ingredients so often ends up compromising with his partner with him doing the "boring stuff" like precise weighing or stirring to get out of touching the awful textures.

hates divination bcs there are no solid rules. the phrase "its up to interpretation" puts him into fight-or-flight mode

once stupefied someone as a reflex when they grabbed his shoulder. he was very deep into a good book and it scared the shit out of him. do not grab him ever

has learned how to use silencing charms that follow him so he doesnt have to hear the loud noises in the corridoors. this also makes it very hard to get his attention

uses sarcasm often but half of it is by accident. he just doesn't tell them its accidental

"hey, wanna go to x?"

"well. doesnt that sound exciting?"

"no need to get snarky, theo. i'm just saying it could be fun"

*was being completely serious* "fine, then. i suppose there's no harm in trying it"

brilliant poker face purely because he forgets to show emotion half the time in any way thats noticeable if you arent either used to it or looking for it

very twitchy. like, he cannot sit still. he can try. but it wont last long.

'quiet kid' until you ask him about time travel or something he's interested in. then you can't get him to shut up. i am a firm believer in theo nott who wanted to be an unspeakable but was put off by the confines of the ministry so decided to research mad shit by himself

loves the dungeons' low light level. no light means less headaches.

has the exact same breakfast every day: two toasts and a tea. except on holidays and his birthday, in which he has fruit pastries, or on sundays, where he has jam and toast

only found out he was autistic bcs a random kid he was working with asked him if he was 'on the spectrum' and he was so confused on what 'the spectrum' was that he fell down a research rabbithole and realised, oh, i am the spectrum

"sorry if this is overstepping, but are you on the spectrum?"

"the what"

"yknow, the autism spectrum"

"pardon my english, but what the fuck is an autism"

*two weeks of looking into it later*

*staring into a mirror* "ah"

hated the yule ball.absolutely despised it. went anyway because it was a once in a lifetime thing, but mainly hated it apart from the bit at the end where everyone left.

does that thing where if one side of him taps something, he. has to tap the other side to feel balanced again. if you do it you'll get what i mean, if you dont doit im sorry i cant explain it

loves pressure. sleeps with two blankets so he can feel properly buried

#theo nott #theodore nott #autistic theo nott my beloved #autistic theo nott #autism is claiming urfav characters as autistic even if they show little to no signs in the canon media #or in this case have no lines at all inthe original media #so much projection in this post i could run a cinema #theodore nott headcanons #theo nott headcanons

[leebrontide]

One thing about our new garden is that the soil is shit.

I am begging people not to rake up all their leaves in the fall and all their grass clippings in the summer. Every time you dispose of this organic "waste" you're taking the nutrients those plants pulled up out of the soil and throwing it away. Plus, you're destroying habitat for loads of important insects and fucking with the whole ecosystem.

The people who owned the house before us clearly raked and removed loads of leaves and clippings for the 30 years they lived in the house. The soil is practically sand. Just no nutrients left in it and very little ability to retain water.

People used to ask us why our soil in our old place was lovely rich nearly-black soil. The answer was that we didn't take our leaves up till mid April, after most insects didn't need them for hatching and hiding anymore, and they've broken down a fair amount of their nutrients into the soil. Then we'd mow up as much as possible and leave the chopped up leaves all over the lawn, to further break down and return the nutrients to the ground.

I've been looking for a rotatable compost bin for the new place, even though we're all small enough that rotating them can be sort of a pain in the ass.

But I'll confess that an ad-algorithm got me. I go on YouTube for 3 minutes, because my usual music streaming service was down and I do enjoy the "17th century villain" playlists on there, and I got an ad for an electric countertop composter.

This is not some kind of supported product placement on my part. The Lomi, which is the thing I saw an ad for, is a good $500 bought new, and I just flat out wasn't gonna do that.

But, I was curious enough to read some reviews, and then check craisglist. Lo and Behold, I found one for cheap, for sale from someone who bought and liked one, but also has an honest to god farm, and decided to go back to larger scale outdoor composting.

So, now we have a Lomi countertop composter.

You take the food waste from the day (our kiddo, Starling, eats a staggering amount of fruit, and a lot of eggs, so there's always shells, cores and peels and stuff laying around) and you put it in the bucket, and lock the lid, and push one button.

In two hours you have totally dry, totally broken down compost that smells almost like dry hay, ready to drop on the yard to put back in nutrients.

I'm a bit in love with it.

And, on top of that, it can break down dairy and meat. You shouldn't ever put cooked meat in your outdoor compost, because birds will try to forage it, and get cooked fat grease on their feathers, which they can't clean off and can lead to illness. They're not evolved to handle cooked meat. But this way the meat is all broken down and safe to put outside. Which means throwing less away, which is great.

I will say, we didn't put in the charcoal the first time, and it had the used up charcoal from the previous owner in there and THAT was a mistake. Made the whole house smell like sweet vinegar. Which could be worse, considering this is food rotting down, but it was terrible when it's too cold to even open a window.

You can get Lomi brand charcoal filters, but it's just little charcoal pellets, so I'll probably just buy some from the aquarium store when we run out. But this batch should last us several months.

The thing also came with Lomi "tablets". So far, we've used them. But I'm going to experiment with not using them at some point, since the webpage for the Lomi says you don't NEED them. They do genuinely add helpful bacteria and fungi to the soil, which is great, but I can buy soil improvers that can do that, much more economically, from my local urban farm supply in the spring. No branded little pellets required. Plus, with the lawn being under snow, and the processed compost having to go on top of the snow, I'm not sure how much of that bacteria would be surviving right now, anyways.

#Stormbrew House #compost #gardenblr #organic gardening

[zoeykallus]

Hiiii! 💕 Thank you so much for taking time to write requests. I'm sure it's super overwhelming at times 💕 I know its kinda early, but how would the bad batch react to their s/o decorating the ship for the holidays even tho it's so early? I think some of their reactions would be so funny lmfao. ❤️

Aloha!

Indeed, it is. I promised myself to write at least one request every day and post it. And sometimes that just sucks the little bit of energy I have left out of me (Due to my current Circumstances). But I still love doing it and I appreciate all the inspo! 😊

It's not that early anymore, is it? 😅 Worked through a lot of stuff to get here, sorry I'm late to this party....

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Decorating The Marauder

Hunter

He's just coming back from a mission when he sees you climbing around, hanging mistletoe and other decorations in the Marauder. Hunter pauses, then rushes to you and gently grabs your hips to hold you.

"You're going to fall on your pretty head climbing around unsecured," he says reprovingly, but smiles at you as your eyes meet.

"Nonsense, I've got it covered."

At the same moment you slip and fall towards him, Hunter brakes and balances your fall, so you land softly on your feet.

With a mocking smirk, he looks at you, "You were saying?"

"It was worth it," you say with conviction.

He looks around and asks, "What are you doing anyway, Life Day decorating?"

"Yeah, looks pretty, doesn't it?"

Hunter chuckles, pulls you close and gives you a kiss.

"Very pretty. But wait until Tech sees this"

As if on cue, Tech's voice resounds through the shuttle, "What the hell happened to my ship?!"

Echo

Spreading mistletoe, decorated fir branches and other decorations, you scurry through the Marauders. The boys are also there, watching you silently.

Tech eyes you critically, but ultimately sees no real problem with the decorations, so he lets you continue, saying, "Just stay out of the engine room."

Echo watches you very intently as he cleans the joints of his prosthetic legs. When he's finished, he joins you as he sees you reaching out for a corner in which to hang a glow-in-the-dark star, but can't reach it.

He pushes a stool towards you and holds it steady so you don't fall off.

"Thank you darling," you say delightedly, kissing him on the forehead before climbing back off the stool.

"This looks very nice," Echo says with a smile "I don't think we've ever really celebrated Life Day before."

"Then it's about time" you say with conviction.

Wrecker

"What are you doing?"

You smile at Wrecker and say, "I'm decorating the ship."

Curious, he eyes you and what you're doing.

Finally, he asks, "Can I help?"

Gratefully, you look at him and say, "That would be great. Why don't you pass me that mistletoe over there?"

Wrecker does as he is told and hands you the mistletoe. Standing on the stepladder, you hang it up. Finally, you look down at Wrecker and say, "We make a good team."

He stands right next to you and says, "Now we're both standing under the mistletoe, you know what that means."

You grin at him, lean down a little bit, wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss him tenderly and lovingly.

"I like this tradition the best. We should hang more of them" he says, laughing softly.

In the background, Crosshair grumbles, "Please don't. No one wants to see you two making out all day."

Tech

Tech looks up from his reading as he notices you ghosting through the Marauders, arms full of decorations and all.

Amused, he raises his eyebrows and gently asks, "What are you doing to my ship?"

"Isn't it obvious?" you ask with a small grin, using his favorite word.

He smirks, knowing full well that you are affectionately teasing him.

Tech says, "It looks like you're decorating the Marauder for Life Day."

With a wink, you say, "Clever boy."

You try to hang mistletoe, but you're too short. Tech stands up, gently takes the mistletoe from your hand and hangs it for you.

"Did you want it there?"

With a nod, you stand on your tiptoes, Tech leans down to you, and you kiss each other under the mistletoe.

"So if it were up to me, we'd stay under the mistletoe all day," you say with a smile.

Tech's cheeks blush slightly.

"I think Hunter and the others would resent us eventually".

You laugh softly and kiss him again.

Crosshair

He eyes you critically as you wander through the shuttle and apply decorations. The toothpick in his mouth keeps moving slowly as he chews on it, but he doesn't say a word.

"Are you going to watch me wordlessly all day?" you finally ask him.

"Are you going to decorate all day?" is his counter-question.

You shrug and say, "I'll be done soon. Does the decorating bother you?

Crosshair sighs softly and says, "No, but I don't really care about it either."

Pouting a little, you look at him.

"Too bad, I put so much effort into it".

Hunter walks past you and says, "Looks great ad'ika", patting you gently on the shoulder.

When Crosshair sees how happy you are beaming at Hunter, he frowns. He hastily stands up, picks up a sprig of mistletoe that hasn't been hung yet, and comes over to you. A little startled that he is suddenly standing next to you, you look up at him.

"Where do you want this?" he asks much more gently than he spoke before.

You smile at him delightedly and point just above both of you to a vacant spot.

"Right there would look good"

Crosshair smirks, hangs up the branch, and leans in to steal a kiss. As your lips part, he says, "Parts of the decoration might be quite interesting after all"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[aeide-thea]

so i was like 'i could swear i didn't feel this hideously dysphoric last summer, wtf is my dealio lately!!' and finally it occurred to me, 'okay, fine, let's maybe try putting on one of the ribbed men's tanks i wore religiously all last summer instead of the women's technical tops i've been wearing lately, and see what effect that has,' and. yeah. fuck. 🤦

it really is like. every! damn! season! i get seduced into thinking maybe i can wear just a little bit of reasonably-unfeminine women's clothing, and the idea is appealing because i'm actually comfortably encompassed by that size range, whereas with men's shirts i often ideally would wear an XS but can't get one—and yes, boys' stuff exists and i do ever wear it, but sometimes you're in the market for stuff that's slightly higher spec than anyone bothers to make for kids, you know? but anyway it's just so reliably the case that like. every fucking time i'm like, okay, sure, let's try a little womenswear, it turns out that i can bear it for a little while and then i realize something about it is making me fucking crazyyyyyy. >:|

sux bc the problematic batch of tanktops is like. such a good light comfortable wicking all-natural fabric! that's why i wanted them and they're everything i hoped they would be! and they're genuinely not even overtly feminine! but the straps are just a little too narrow and the cut is just a little too )ᓑ( and it's like. in some contexts those things are bearable, but in others they're really just. Bad, it turns out. :(

anyway they are sufficiently slouchy that in theory i could probably just, like, do some aftermarket alterations to improve the shape??? like i think i really just need them to be, you know, simple tubes straight up and down and not the vaguely /ᓑ\ shape they currently are, which in theory ought to be simple enough to achieve (especially since they're also a little long, so i could just hem them straight and stop worrying about how to factor in the vaguely high-low thing that's also happening). however. probably NOT realistic to do by hand (like. if nothing else i just don't have the patience) and while there is a sewing machine kicking around here somewhere i absolutely don't remember how to use it and do live in fear of it (i just have like. vague recollections of various Mysterious Snarls back in the day). so. idk. blergh, argh, etc.

(i assume 4p would just be like 'try it! learn as you go!' and like. honestly that's fair and maybe i even will, i think the manual is also kicking around actually, but. would prefer to have it magically sorted. :/ like, sometimes you just want a wardrobe and not a project, you know??)

#n e way sry this post is so boring‚ i'm just. frustrated that my attempts 2 improve my lot have just created more problems for me‚ lol sigh #and also between the adhd & the depresh (& probs the lack of physical exercise tbh) my brain is just like. a frantically churning sludgepit #so you get like. one million rambling words abt topics that i DO realize r ultimately not that riveting! #(also am feeling like. dysphoric abt my fucking blogging style which is. insane. but like. many cutesy tics. feel complicated abt them.) #(anyway. desperately need 2 go engage with something that isn't any of this. biketiem would be ideal but idk. we'll see) #sartorial #feelingsblogging #journaling #mundanities #embodiment (is violence) #(that's not exactly the right tag idt but i don't remember a more relevant one so it's what this is getting.)

[balkanradfem]

Alright so, and I promise this is funny, I have been dealing with severe deficiency in 'making plants grow successfully'. It's going worse than any year but I'm also having a lot of fun with it, because I'm no longer discouraged by baby plants dying, I'm already germinating the next batch and I know I'll be just fine.

This year's weather has been so nice, gardening wise! We didn't have a crazy hot February like the last few years, it's been very frosty in fact, so that the trees didn't flower too soon and I love that for us, that is the promise of fruit, and also making me feel a bit more at ease that the weather, for now, isn't hectic.

The middle of March was nice and sunny, and I felt encouraged to put my baby plants outside, just for an hour or so every day, so they would get used to direct sunlight. I also noticed some of my baby plants turning purple, and I thought, AHA! Nitrogen deficiency, I can fix this by fertilizing them, so I did, a bit too much maybe, because 3 days later half of my tomatoes, and a bunch of other plants sadly died. Some of the plants actually showed signs of getting burned by the sun, but only after the 3rd day they were outside! You're telling me sun was fine for 2 days but then the 3rd day it was just too bright and you had to expire??

Some of the plants that did well initially, also ended up outside when it was, a bit more windy than they could handle. And I wasn't even home, by the time I got home, the plants were already lying horizontally, unable to fight the violent weather.

And this is funny because I take all of these risks every single year and I never had this many of them pan out badly, and never had this amount of seedlings die, but truth be told I do plant too many tomatoes every single year and I should maybe tone it down, 70% of my meals are tomato based at this point (it's so easy to conserve), and I should focus more on some beans and pumpkins.

So anyway, since seedlings are not vibing, I finally gather my senses to go to the actual garden one day, because I'm thinking, there will be cabbage savoy there, and spinach probably grew a bit by now, maybe I can have some fresh spinach! Maybe swiss chard grew and I could eat that, maybe there's a carrot that germinated and would make me happy.

So I bike to the garden and as soon as I get there I realize that everything I was hoping to harvest just went to seed. Two weeks I've been too sick and dealing with medical issues, and I couldn't check on the garden, and 2 days of warm temperatures and everything said bYE and went to make seeds?? The rapid change took me completely by surprise, I didn't think things would go to seed while we still had frosts. I stubbornly picked the cabbage deciding to just eat the little flowerbuds and leaves anyway, the flowers didn't open yet so with a bit more prep time, it's all edible. My spinach went to seed as well, the traitor. It's March!!!

As discouraging as all of this sounds, this is incredible for learning, because now I know that every single thing on this list has a good chance of happening this time of year, and I'll be able to make better choices next time. In fact, if all of this didn't happen now, it would probably happen any year from now on and I wouldn't be ready or expecting it. Next time I'll get all those cabbages before the sun touches them. I'll try growing spinach in the fall when it won't go to seed as easy, and I'll think twice before taking 3-4 risks at once with baby seedlings.

The baby seedlings who survived all this are the victors who are strong and resilient and probably can't be killed by any of my bad choices. Even if I have slightly less plants, I'll have the most powerful plants. The last batch I've planted seems to be growing rapidly, because the weather is light and warm now, and I've planted some flowers I've never had before! I'll have tansy on my garden, for the first time ever.

#gardening #growing seedlings #making bad decisions and learning #this is the only way to learn #growing food #learning from experience #this year of gardening is going to be awesome I can feel it

[shraqsmuses]

"F... Free doughnuts for everyone, you say? Oh gosh... I had so many doughnuts I was planning to give everyone as well but if you wanna be the one to do that, Sonia, then I guess I'll have to keep all of mine to my--"

"Free doughnuts from Sonia every day? Oohoohoohoahahaha... I gotta see how much of 'em are stuffed with meat~"

"... Why are you here?"

"'Cause I wanna be. Why are you asking? In fact, why are YOU here? Shouldn't you be slinking in the shade, planning your next, huge evil plan or something?"

"Because I'm on the muse list and you're not. Also, I want to make my presence known to Sonia, potentially to see if there's anything I can do to make up for my previous treatment for her."

"Wait a sec... I'm still not on there? Man... I've gotten have a spot in there some time, right? Hrm... That aside, I guess you're gonna get some free doughnuts too, right? I dunno if Sonia's giving them to you to placate you or if she really wants you to have them."

"Sonia would be quite dull if she believes any amount of generous subsistence would be enough to quell my despairing tendencies, for the most truly effective way to be rid of them is to apologize to them along with abiding with whatever they wish of me."

"I... Think I get what you were trying to say there, Jumbo. If only I had the willpower you had... Also, you better not try to steal any of my doughnuts! If you do, I'm gonna tell Sonia about it and I'm sure she has some huge, burly executioners who're gonna squeeze what you took from me outta you!

"Even if it was for the purpose of filling them with a substantial amount of shredded pork, thus substituting around 90% of their flavor with their delectable, moist flavor and guaranteeing your satisfaction with all of the 4,320 doughnuts you shall receive this year?"

"Arck... Maybe? Still no? You're probably gonna fill the meat with something that's gonna make me sick or drowsy or something."

"Weww, now that yow're expecting it, I guess that means yew want yowr doughnuts to dew something to your head~"

"Alright, now you're just pushing me to say no! Why would I even want doughnuts to make me sick, anyway? So I can stick with meat instead? I'm not going to just stick to meat on National Doughnut Month! I'm pretty sure this month's gonna be the only one where all the doughnuts WON'T be hoarded by Aoi. Geez... If you're gonna do that, at least make sure to only do it with your doughnuts. I was going to ask you if I could have your doughnuts but now that I said that, I think you should keep them to yourself."

"That's alright. If you aren't into being drugged, I can make an all-new batch of doughnuts just for you that'll do something else to you! I think I'm gonna keep it a secret, though. It'll be more fun that way~"

"Mmm... Can't you just make something that won't do anything to anyone? I want to see what your doughnuts taste like compared to Sonia's without having my heart bump twice as fast or sweating much more than I usually would."

"I definitely can! Or maybe I might do that anyway. Doesn't that make eating doughnuts more thrilling, Akane?"

"That makes eating doughnuts more stressful! I don't want to worry about what will happen to my body just from doing something I enjoy. Just... Make doughnuts that don't do anything. Would saying 'please' help?"

"Sigh. Fine. I'll just make normal doughnuts then. I don't know why people would just eat doughnuts like that during National Doughnut Month but if it's what you want, then I guess I can make them like that."

"Thank you, Jumbo. We'll see if you'll actually stick with that or not. I think I should do something if you end up making doughnuts that do more than make my stomach rumble and make my tongue taste really sweet."

#dash commentary #junko enoshima #akane owari

[alltimefail-sims]

I dont want to sound rude but I wish youd stick to 1 project. I followed months ago and u seem to work on a lot of different things

This ask is over three weeks old; sorry to the sender that I've just gotten around to answering it.

First and foremost: I'm going to spin this a positive way and say thank you for being interested enough in one of my projects to follow me and inquire about my posting timeline. There are a handful of stories on simblr that I read and personally adore, so it's flattering.

With that being said, this is my hobby. I think of myself as a storyteller first, and I hope everyone who follows me can enjoy and value that enough to look past little editing errors and random (or slow) rollouts. It's kind of crazy to even be getting an ask like this because I do have a good amount of followers (thank you if you follow me, that's awesome), but there are MANY blogs that have a way larger following than me and I cringe when I think of one of them receiving a message like this. Good content takes time. If we're being honest, even subpar content takes time honestly lmao. I think everyone on here is sharing their sims and their stories for the love of it, for a creative outlet/stress relief, and/or for community engagement. Adding a timeline to something like that feels kind of unnecessary, imo. Plus, with the new pack coming and the infant update, I've been wary to go into any of my important saves. I can't afford to lose anything or have anything corrupted, and I'm not going to dive into anything when I know the game is about to undergo a massive amount of updates (and I'm going to have to wait on lots of mod and cc batch fixes most likely anyway).

Since we have opened this dialogue, in the spirit of honesty I want to add that this does kind of sound rude. We both know someone would never ask this off anon. It's just a peculiar demand to make of someone you don't know, and that's probably why you chose to approach this topic with anonymity, right?

Although, I will admit this ask poses a fair assessment: I absolutely do work on other things, whatever I feel like working on in the moment! I get new ideas every day. I'm sure I am not the only blog operating this way? When I really care about something though (like my Strangerville story, for example) I am extra meticulous about it. I'm not going to put out a story I love and am proud of in a half-assed way. I have a lot of learning, world building, and writing to do before that's even remotely ready to roll out. But I am doing my best, and I've shared details throughout the process because I'm excited about it. On the other hand, there are some projects I might try out but they just don't work. For instance, I hated doing the Bachelorette Challenge. It was extremely boring to me, and as much as I LOVE when other people do them, nothing exciting was coming of mine. I feel bad about that a little because I got some wonderful submissions, but this is my blog and I'm going to give myself permission (as everyone should) to only do what brings me joy or what I feel is worth my time. I haven't fully canceled it, but it's on the edge of the chopping block for sure. It's just not my thing, and that's okay. This is a hobby, and I want to spend my time on projects I love. I know follower count is always a big discussion on simblr for some reason, but that's not really why I'm here and I don't feel it is fair of followers to demand one type of content just because they followed for a specific reason.

Sooooo TLDR, I have to keep running my blog the way that works for me. I'm going to work on things as I want to and as inspiration strikes (that might mean I'm working on 5 WIPS at a time). I don't need a perhaps well-intended but nonetheless unnecessary performance review. I do appreciate you giving me an opportunity to explain this, and I ask for opinions frequently, so feel free to share them when that time comes. ❤

#I am all for fair criticism but I can't work under the stress of an anonymous deadline on my hobbies lmfao #I'm sorry I hope this came off nice as I'm not trying to be an ass #thank you for your ask! #atfs ask #anon

[heythatssomewitchyshit]

Hey yall, I know I haven't been active in... a hot minute. But spring is here, the days are longer, the fey are back, and I thought I'd give some low-buget, low-energy witchy things for you to try 😄

So!

Brew a cup of tea or coffee or hot cocoa (or anything else hot!). Go to the room in your house/appartment/dorm with the most natural lighting. Open the windows. Sit down, do something for your craft, or read, or write, or make art, or scroll through tumblr. Just Sit in the light enjoy your drink, and whatever you choose to do there.

1.a Sit outside and do this.

1.b If it's already hot where you live, make a cold drink. The drink doesn't matter, just that *you* created it and can enjoy it.

2. Pray and give thanks. Reach out to your pantheon, or your god or goddess or ancestors or spirits or local fey or the earth itself. Say hello, say I'm home. Remember that you are magic and that whatever you've reached out to? You're a part of it now as much as they're a part of you. Embrace it. Say thank you for what they've done for you and, if the urge strikes you, leave an offering. It doesn't have to be large, some berries or some tea or bread or some milk and honey in the lid of a jar, just, something. Prep something and share it if that's more your speed, anything you feel is ok is likely ok. Trust yourself.

3. Here's the one that inspired this post: you drink tea? Coffee? Dump your grounds in the garden. Or if you don't have a garden, maybe just some houseplants, put a small spoonful in each plant. No plants? Find some outside to lay them. None of that is for you? Congrats! I'm in the same boat here at college, so here's what I do.

Unfortunately, I can't do this with my coffee grounds, I drink coffee every day and I don't have the space for it, but I *can* do this with my tea. What you're gonna do is find somewhere to dry your teabags. From your desk, your window, the side of your bed, doesn't matter. So long as you squeeze them out before hanging them, they won't drip. Drying them out doesn't take long at all when they're hanging, a day or two at moderate humidity (40-60%ish. I'm on a temperate island and even in August with no AC in my dorm, they dry out) and around room temp. Once it's dry, you have 2 options: store it in a jar as is, or procedure to step 2 right away.

"Step 2", is that you're going to take your dry tea, open the bag, and shake the leaves or herbs into a clean, dry jar. Remove the strong from the bag afterwards, and keep the bags in a dry cup or jar. Remove the tag from the string, and remove the metal clip from the string or tag. Now your tea can act as fertilizer, or herbs for spellwork. The tags can be rolled together and dipped in wax as a firestarter once you have enough, the metal can be melted down, or used for spell work. Your strings can be used for small sewing repairs, spellwork, or making new teabags, and the bags can be re-used with loose-leaf tea, coffee-to-go, egg-carton seed-starters, or anything else you need thin tissue for. Or hell, you could throw out everything but the pieces you want.

And here's the thing: this is unbelievably easy. I Don't have freetime here at school, but hanging my teabags at night takes as little time as discarding them does. Shaking out a dry bag, and separating the string, metal, and tag? Less than a minute. I store mine and do them in large batches, but you can do it as you go, too.

I thought of this when I realized how *much* I was throwing out by discarding my grounds and teabags, and honestly, the process helps me feel closer to my craft.

Anyway, all of these are just suggestions! Do what feels right to you, and enjoy your craft.

Above all, happy spring! And good luck on finals to all of you taking them!

#witchblr #witchcraft #green witch #Witch #hedge witch #Hedgewitch #witches of tumblr #witchy things #witchy

[dzpenumbra]

3/2/23

Today was pretty similar to yesterday - a pretty normal day with a giant leap of faith payoff at the end of it.

I spent the majority of the day working on shaping the last of the stones my mom sent me. I spent a little time trying to figure out the beads and I think I'm just tapping out from what I was trying to figure out. The problem I'm seeing is... the paint. I've been doing this teal colorshift paint (which really doesn't colorshift that great... to be honest) and coating mod podge on top. And this time I tried super thin layers of paint. I'm really trying to get a mirror smooth finish on this thing. But I think the paint itself is just... too "chunky". I've tried sanding it, it just peels. I tried lots of thin coats, it's just as textured. I tried mod podge on top of thin coats, but I can't sand it properly, and it doesn't seem to make a noticeable difference anyway. The best results I have gotten so far... was my first attempt. When I did paint pens - opaque ink - directly on the wood, then like 5 layers of mod podge on top and lightly sanded and buffed it. That took a near mirror finish. So... in the name of progress, because this project has been in the test phase for way too long... I think I'm going to do this wood bead mala in ink and mod podge - which means no "mass production", each one will have to be hand-inked, no batch painting. And if I want to do one in the future that's a bit more textured, the paint is there for that. I'm tired of trying to fight it, and I just don't have the patience to do 10 layers of mod podge, waiting for it to dry in between each one, for a single bead.

I got a big chunk of the stone shaping done, but it's doing a number on my right forearm and the top of my right hand, and I kinda need that for literally everything. So... I'm pacing myself, as much as the end is in sight. There's quartz in this one so... it might take a bit, and that's okay.

The goat skull has been calling me. It's come up in conversation like 3 times the past 2 days. It keeps popping up into my head. I think it's going to be next. I have an idea coming to me right now. So... I've been saving my incense ash for a long time, since I moved in, a few months now. And I burn 2 sticks of incense pretty much every day during yoga, there were maybe 4 or 5 days when I did this other Tibetan stick incense instead. So... 2 months of 2 sticks of incense pretty much every day? A lot of ash. And... I ordered that book... way back... and paid this dude through PayPal... and never got the book... The book about making your own inks? And other natural art supplies? That one? Yeah. Even followed up with an email and never heard back. He's probably like me and never checks his email ever. But... I was hoping to get that so I could start making my own pigments. Well... connecting the dots here? It would be really cool if I could make a pigment out of the incense ash. It's a pretty tame organic reddish brown. And my thought is to clean the skull up, then pencil (maybe pen) in a design, then carve it in, then soak the homemade ink in the carved parts, then polish the rest. The skull was originally going to be an incense burner, I have no idea if I'm going to stick with that or just have it be its own display piece, but either way it's going to have an incense connection.

So, that's all on the horizon. I want to get the stone set finished before starting the skull, because the skull is going to be a pretty long term project. The beads I can work on throughout all of it. There are... 29 of them. The guru bead is already painted, just not sealed. I'm planning on doing a red base coat, then black organic structures over it, kinda spiderweb-like. So... one pass over all the beads, full coat of red. Second pass over all the beads, black details. Then at least 3-5 coats of mod podge with drying breaks between all of them (so likely in rotations). Then sanding/buffing, if it looks like that would be beneficial. All by hand, one by one. It's... gonna take a while. But the end product will be cool. I swear, people just have no idea how much time goes into this shit when you're working solo and completely by hand. Like... say it takes me 10 minutes (that's super quick, honestly, realistically it can be twice that, especially if I'm doing any design work) per layer, per bead. 29 beads. 290 minutes = close to 5 hours. Per pass. 5-7 passes. 25-35 hours. Not including drying time, sanding or assembly, easily another couple hours. For one mala.

Now... say I want to like... make minimum wage for this work. You know, because I'm a professional artist and all that. Minimum wage where I'm at is around $13/h, but for nicer numbers lets just go with the $15/h I'd be making if I decided to go stock shelves at Michael's. $15/hour x 25-35 hours = $375-525. Just for labor costs. And I'm just gonna level here, I don't know if I'd even be able to sell this for $37-52. Which, of course, would be $1.50/hour wages. Slave wages. Americorps wages. When you see the reality of it all... it makes you really feel obliged to cut corners. "How can I batch paint like all of the beads in one go." "Can I get 28 other people to paint one bead for me for free?"

It's tempting. But for me, it kills the spirit of the project. I hope, someday, I will find someone who believes that the spirit of handmade work is worth more than me unboxing and shelving yarn.

It's such a weird world I live in, I swear. Like you constantly have to justify that your work is worth paying for, even though no one else you know would ever volunteer to do what you do, and you've spent years and years training your abilities and talents. It just... means nothing when it comes to price.

Welp... since we're on that... I brought up my freeze moment with my therapist tonight. He found it helpful to know that, I think. We didn't go too deep into the conversation on it, it was a bit late into the session. Most of the session was sorta filling him in on my family dynamics that he didn't seem to familiar with. But yeah... I said "I can see why my life is completely stalled out and the future looks bleak for me if I panic and freeze up any time someone brings up money. In a profit-driven capitalist society." And yeah, that was a bit political, I guess. But like... it's real. And what the fuck am I going to do about that? Ugh, this is all really negative all of a sudden.

You know what happened today? My therapist asked me what I was working on. You know how long it's been since someone's actually genuinely asked that question? A long fuckin time, man. I didn't even know how to answer properly.

I got chinese takeout. I watched a stream for a bit. But... it just wasn't really doing it for me. And... after a while of getting myself to the right place? I started streaming. I streamed for about an hour and a half tonight. Session. It was pretty simple. It was a bit weird being mindful of how loud I'm speaking. It's easy to forget that I just... don't speak out loud at normal speaking voice often. Just when I'm on the phone. Never after 10. And I have neighbors on all sides, so... I just want to be respectful. But....

Okay... I'm just gonna go off. My neighbors upstairs are loud as fuck. The new ones. And they have loud sex. And it's super uncomfortable. She plays really loud generic opera/classical music around dinner time often, the male is very loud and stomps around. Maybe he's overweight, I don't know, but I can definitely tell when he's there. It seems like the female is there most of the day too, so... I don't really know what their situation is, I don't know if they are students or she works from home, or what. Or if he's a boyfriend who only comes over sometimes? But when they are together, they are loud as fuck. And it has made me hesitant about streaming, even with a noise gate. Like, I can hear them with headphones on!

This... has made me much more aware of the fact that I may be making the same level of noise. Not at the same level, honestly, but like... making more noise than I'm aware. I have a neighbor below me too. So... I want to be respectful and I don't want to disturb sleep... but I also want to stream past midnight... so... how to reconcile that? No clue. I was near-whispering tonight, mic an inch away from my face. No clue if the audio was leveled correctly, no one came to the stream. Yeah, I should get to that part. So... I fired up Session and played a lot, and landed some cool tricks. But I didn't announce my stream in discord. I kinda... wanted to see if anyone noticed if I was streaming without announcing. And no one did. So I know the announcements work. That's useful information. But the stream was just... me talking to myself, and explaining to the VoD what I was thinking, how I was adjusting different movements to learn tricks, shit like that. Overall, it was perfectly comfortable.

The only parts that were off-putting were... when I pushed the "Start Streaming" button, I'm used to getting a confirmation window. I was expecting to have to summon that "courage" twice. Once to push, twice to confirm. But it just... started streaming. And I was like... "oh... oh, I'm live. Okay... better mute my mic then..." And it was done and it was fine. That was literally the hardest part and my reaction was, "oh". The other part that was a bit weird, aka "it's been a while", was doing a sign-off to no one. I talked to any potential VoD viewers, and mentioned some ideas I had for upcoming streams, and asked people to pop in the Discord and say something if they wanted anything in particular. I don't expect responses, but it's there. It was a little weird, as broadcasting to no one can be... but it was familiar and effortless.

This just brought back really vivid memories. I used to be a radio DJ in college. I loved it, I absolutely loved it. I had the late-night slot, 10PM-2AM. I would drive to campus and park in the empty back lots and walk into the studio which was in the basement under a dorm, and had creepy lighting and always smelled musty, and start up my show. And I remember I would have to prop open the door to the studio with a bucket when I went on smoke breaks because the keycard swiper didn't work after midnight if you didn't live on-campus, and I had go-to songs for smoke breaks that were exactly the right length of time for me to go out and smoke and chill a bit, then come back in and transition. Flying Whales by Gojira was the classic go-to. Here's where my brain went with this memory. I always assumed I was broadcasting to no one. I did this like... intellectual hip-hop (Sage Francis was my #1, but Atmosphere, Mos Def, etc.) aka rap that's not just about sex, money and crime... and progressive metal hybrid show. Sometimes I would do metal for 2 hours, hip hop for 2 hours. Sometimes a mix. Sometimes I would put on beats and do live performances of my shit. Sometimes I would do live freestyle sessions. But... I kinda just assumed no one was listening. That's the big undercurrent of what brought this memory back. I always assumed no one was listening. No one ever called in. None of my friends listened, I mean... it was super rare if they did, and if they did, they very rarely talked to me, called in or visited. I would sometimes go to the gas station at the 4-corners around those hours on my off-nights, so I knew at very least they had the radio tuned in at those hours. But I just kinda... came to terms with the fact that no one listened to my show. It was depressing, but it was niche stuff... and it made it like a pirate radio station or an underground thing (literally) so... I was begrudgingly cool with it.

Then... I shit you not, like... 11 years later? I had some impulse to look at old school newspapers. I think I was trying to find some news piece a classmate of mine (who tragically passed on) had done on doodling, and featured a page from one of my notebooks. I think that's what I was seeking. But instead... I found an album review. It was either the same year or the semester after my radio show. It was by this girl I had a huge crush on, like... in my super depressed, abused eyes... way the fuck out of my league. Like I picture her now in my head and I get nervous with how hot even her memory is. Shelby. Like, so hot that it never even occurred to me that I would even try to talk to her, and really chill and down to earth and creative too. Just... the full package. Like... I had a huge crush on the girl in my class that I ended up dating for 8 months, but... that crush had nothing on how attracted I was to Shelby. And what I discovered in 2019 in this newspaper article published in 2008, was an album review for Sage Francis's Human A Death Dance, which was by far my favorite album. It was my soundtrack for that time in my life. Black Out On White Night and Civil Disobedience were the songs I would listen to on my drives to the radio station, and I would drive through these fields on the way there and there were always waves of fog that would roll over the road as I drove to campus. I played songs from that album on my radio show every night. I literally didn't know a single other person who listened to Sage Francis at all at my college, he was one of my biggest mentors at that stage in my life. And who wrote that album review? Shelby.

It's one of those discoveries that's like... really sweet and heartwarming, and brutally gutting at the same time. You know?

So... the common thread here? You never know if someone's listening, I guess. Because... she was listening to my radio show. I don't know the context, I likely never will. But she definitely listened to my radio show enough for those songs to stick with her, and she likely listened to the album a lot on her own too, if she was committed enough to write a review. You never know.

So... I never know if someone's going to stumble across this blog. You never know. And I had that mentality tonight streaming. I treated it as though people were already watching a VoD and just spoke to them directly. They may never go watch it, it may sit there for a month unwatched and then auto-delete. I might not even have VoDs turned on! XD But yeah... I think the idea of "you never know who might be listening in" should be taken through a lens of positivity and compliment, rather than "be careful". I think a lot of my broadcasting anxiety is like... "you never know what bots are going to report you", "you never know what jerk is going to come into chat and start some shit", "you never know what person you're going to set off with something you say and then all of a sudden you have a cancel culture lynch mob to fend off". That kinda shit. But it's super important for me to remember that... "you never know when your new biggest fan is going to tune in."

So yeah. Reliving that story just put me in a weird mood, half-nostalgia/half-"what if". The feeling is still lingering, it's very unique.

I'm gonna get to bed a bit earlier, try to catch up on sleep. Hopefully I'll test run a daytime stream tomorrow and see how it goes!

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

I can't seem to sleep tonight, so I snuck out to the kitchen and gave Taako and Lup a giant batch of catnip, Skittles (not the human candy kind, the kitty treat kind), and and fresh bowl of food, and when went back to bed they were both rolling around in the nip like little fools 😭 I love them so much

Baby Boi tried to be nosy, but I sent him back to bed, meanwhile wifey and Lil Gorl were still dead to the world lol

Late nights/early mornings like this, it's usually just me and the lad awake like this while everyone else sleeps. I always did like being up with the moon and sleep well into the morning. I'm so pleased my new job let me choose a swing shift, it works so perfectly for me. My last full time position was 2pm-midnights and I rather liked those, except for them being 10hr shifts plus commute. This new job is so perfect for me I almost can't believe it.

I like spoiling my cats, and I've been thinking a lot about what I want to do for them in the new house. When we first brought them home, they had a whole room full of toys and hidey holes and nests and climbers for privacy, and I really want that for them again. I've been thinking about those pet doors with collar ID tag readers that only let through specific pets, and building a little kitty sunroom with ramps, nests, obstacle courses, climbers, built in feeders, and a wall to wall window with a view of the forest so they can watch the birds. The human door can have that ID reader pet flap in it so the Baby boi can't get through (Lil Gorl is too big to fit anyway) so they'll have peace and p rivacy whever they want but can come into the main house anytime they feel up to it. They get a lovely little monthly box of treats and toys, and I can sit in their jungle gym room with them when it comes in and we can open it together and play for a while and have some nip and treaties, and I'll wash their linens while they're distracted by fun new things. Their litterbox can go in their too, since it's self cleaning, and I can tidy and check up on their feeders every day when I check the bin.

They've had such a rough go of it the past year, and they're trying really hard to recovery from the trauma of all the moving and stress but the apartment is small and they don't really have anywhere that's just theirs. None of us do. We all do our best to get along, and frankly with 2 humans and 4 pets, we're doing awfully well in 580sq ft, but the fur babies can get a lil testy from time to time.

Giving them their own special jungle gym room in the new house could go a long way towards helping them finally heal and destress all the way. I'm not sure exactly how to go about it yet, but I'll figure something out.

Anyway, if anyone has created a little haven room for their kitties, I'd love to hear about what you did to make it feel safe and special.

[lulullia]

Back ✨again✨c:

tl;dr at the end

Yes, this is how mood disorder works. One week I'm working hardcore and drawing and posting all the time and then I disappear for months, because my brain decides that all this productivity is too much and it's time to go into hibernation (read: depression).

And if it's not that, it's my chaotically passionate side that absolutely can't do two things at once that makes me either game all day, write all day, worldbuild all day, draw all day, or code all day – with no room for sharing and socializing (yeah even my friends/family don't hear from me at all in these situations, even my phone is always on airplane and silent mode because I forget to turn it on when I wake up, for weeks).

Anyway! Instead of fighting this, let's just embrace it. I will probably never be able to be consistent at anything, but that doesn't mean I have given up on those things or that I am not producing and making progress.

I will keep coming back and reviving this blog over and over again, because I like sharing what I'm working on, and I'm glad I can do it whenever I feel like it. I think, what I need to do is not force myself to come up with content for the blog, but instead focus on my creative projects and skills, and share that if I have something of value to share.

I will stop trying to make a buffer of posts and scheduling them, even if it might hurt my blog to have periods of inactivity, because that puts pressure on me that by the time the buffer is gone I should have another batch of stuff prepared.

No, that doesn't work with the way I function, so after this lesson learnt, let's try something new: at the end of each day, if I found that I did something worth sharing, I share it there and then. Quick summaries from the top of my head, no friction, no reason to procrastinate.

Let's see if that works c: Until next time,

~ Luli

PS: I want to eventually setup a Ko-Fi. Keyword being "eventually", since of course I have nothing to provide now and I decided to focus on my creative projects first, but I just wanted to leave it out here, I may use it as a sort of newsletter to summarize noteworthy updates… eventually.

tl;dr

My sudden periods of inactivity are due to my mood disorder and chaotically passionate brain.

I'm not gonna fight it anymore, from now on being consistent isn't my goal, instead…

…I'll start posting at the end of every day if I did something worth sharing that day.

Which means I'll be focusing on progressing on my creative projects, not making content for the blog (but that might result in more content for the blog, paradoxally).

#daily log #announcement

[kim-woonhak]

#17daysof17: day 1-3

D-1 | Vernon & HOME;RUN era D-2 | DK & 24H mv D-3 | Joshua & Heng:garæ comeback

#17daysof17 #seventeen #svt #svtsource #svtcreations #my art #vernon #hansol vernon chwe #dk #dokyeom #lee seokmin #joshua #joshua hong #breh idk everyone has a million names #anyways i can't do these every day so i'm going to try to batch them w the prompts hehe #lowkey pleased with myself with how the logo turned out #it felt like a mini math problem getting all 3 symbols to fit lol #and trying not to obstruct anyone's pretty face #but now the center just looks like a clusterfuck LOL #btw hi caratblr i'm still baby 💎🥺 ive been listening to them for a while but i only started really following them a few months ago #*mine

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 10

The burn is speeding up.

Part 9 Snippet 1 - The Lab

Contains: Drug use and drug overdose, follows the plot of the pilot episode, angst, Jax and the reader have gone from sweet filtering to filtering through teasing.

2.3K Words

A wager leads to dinner.

Knock knock

You pushed the chapel door open just a little.

"What?" You poked your head in.

"The ballistics are back on the bullet, Gemma said you guys have been in here for a while and I figured I'd get you while you're all together, I can wait outside if you like?"

Jax stood up just a bit "No, it's ok. Come in."

The prospect, who everyone called Half-Sack stood up so you could sit down in his seat.

"It's alright Eddie, I've got to hand out these files anyway." You passed around a thin folder to each of them before leaning on the table between Jax and Sam.

"There's not much on the gun. It's clearly a community weapon, having been used in multiple unrelated shootings, the only common denominator all were gang shootings." You opened the file to show another suspected Mayan shooting.

"The only one that matters to you is this one, a heroin dealer who goes by 'Crazy Sal' was shot in the torso, arm and left leg. He said it was because he was caught selling in their area but he was found on the other side of Oakland."

Clay leaned back in his chair.

"Thank y/n, this has been a big help. If there's anything else lets us know." You were shocked that he was being so nice to you.

"Something is going on that I'm not privy to and I don't want to know. I'm going to put on lunch on Saturday to celebrate my strawberry harvest; you are welcome to attend just text me beforehand so I know how many ingredients I need to buy."

There were excited nods all around.

"Ok, great. I'll see you guys when I see you."

The texts came in over the next few days; there wasn't no point in even asking, everyone was going to be there, even Happy who had gone out of his way to stay in town an extra day so he could come.

"Do you think Eddie will make the cut?" Sam tilted his head in thought.

"Yeah, if he can gain a bit of confidence, I think he'll be fine. He can't keep letting Clay treat him like shit." You shook your head.

"Let's be honest, Little Brother, they put up with you standing up for yourself because they got a hold of your military record. You can't piss off a man who could kill you with one hand." He huffed.

"Juice you're early!" Juice had shown up on Saturday morning long before everyone else.

"You're very blunt y/n."

****

"Sammy said you were making bread and I wanted to help." He was standing at your front door, waiting politely to be invited in.

"Come in Juicy, I'll get everything out of the fridge for you." Juice practically tore his shoes off and ran inside.

"I have the recipe written down but if you like, you can have a go at doing what you want. Just make a small batch so if it fails there's not much waste." He looked at you, confused.

"Really?"

"Yep, I trust you. If a batch doesn't work, we can sit down and fix it together." He gave you a huge smile, then flitted off like a happy bee.

Twenty minutes later you were being called into the kitchen.

"Can you try this, please." You took the spoon from him and put what looked like strawberry sauce into your mouth.

"Goodness, this is delicious. What did you do?" Juice smiled.

"I added dark brown sugar instead of white." You clapped your hand on his shoulder.

"Good choice Juicy, I'm going to have to bring you over early every time I put lunch on."

The rest of the guys potted in throughout the morning. Jax was another one who showed up early, turning up with a bunch of flowers and some wine.

"That was sweet of you Jackson, you didn't need to do that." He gave you a boyish smile.

"Sam said you like natives." You smiled at him behind the flowers.

"I'll get these in some water, thank you again Jax."

Gemma and Clay turned up last, arriving just before lunch. Once all the food was made the guys helped you set the table and everyone sat down.

"Do you make everyone cook because you can't cook yourself?" You shook your head.

"No, all the recipes are mine. I make you do it so you can learn, if I cook for you it will be an event." Sam nodded.

"Yeah man, the last time she cooked a big meal it was for me and the rest of my unit when I got accepted into recon. She told us to wear sweat pants and we were grateful for it."

Jax laughed, you sensed another bet coming on.

"What will it take for you to cook for me?" You shook your head.

"I don't know Jackson, what will it take for you to stop being an arrogant ass?" he pressed his lips together in an effort to stay composed.

"Are you suggesting another wager?" He nodded.

"Fine, I'll set up the targets outside. If you can hit every one, I'll cook a whole meal for you." He made a big deal of looking like he was considering it.

"Ok Darlin, but you also have to go on a ride on my bike with me." You huffed at him.

"Ok then, I was going to make it was for you but there's no way I'm doing that now. I hope you're ready for a challenge." He gave you a big smile and went back to eating his salad.

"This bread is amazing!" You looked from Clay to Juice and back again.

"Don't tell me, Juice is the one who made it." Juice looked utterly chuffed.

Twenty minutes later everyone was standing around outside while you set up the targets, there were beer cans and fathers and bits of fabric. Jax was standing at the agreed-upon distance checking the site of his gun.

"You ready?" He nodded and lifted the gun up with both hands.

BANG

BANG

BANG

BANG

You stood there stunned, he had hit every one.

"Well shit Teller. I'm a woman of my word, you tell me when and I'll cook you a meal and go for a ride on your bike. However, there will be speeding through traffic while I'm with you or I will jump off. Understand?"

He shot you a wide smile, all charm and arrogance.

"Of course Darlin, I wouldn't want you falling off."

You went in to clean up so you didn't see Sam and Jax talking.

"I don't know how you cheated but there's no way you that great a shot. I'd be careful, if she knows you'll be in for it." Jax laughed and shook his head.

You picked up your phone on the second ring.

"Hey man, I won fair and square." It was clear he was lying.

****

It was Jax.

"I guess you're calling to collect on your debt?" There was a laugh across the line.

"Yep, if you're free, I'll be at your place on Wednesday night for dinner and then we'll go for that ride." You resisted the urge to say something snarky.

"Wednesday night it is."

****

Jax turned up right at 6:30, dressed in his kutte and a freshly ironed shirt.

"Your mum didn't need to iron your clothes, you don't need to impress me Teller." He gave you a funny look.

"So I'm Teller now, what happened to Jackson." It was said in humour.

"Well Jackson, if you weren't so insufferable, I would be more friendly." He put a hand on your shoulder and then pulled you into a hug.

"I can't wait to see what you've cooked." He sat down at the table and ran his hand together like a little boy ready for cake and you brought the food out.

"Buttermilk chicken breast with sweet potato mash and crispy chicken skin, grapefruit salad with greens for the garden and for dessert is a white chocolate mud cake, that sound good?" He nodded agreeably and tucked in.

Once he had cleaned the last bit of dessert off his plate he leaned back in his chair. "Sam was right, that was a whole event."

You pressed a smile into the corner of your mouth, "I'm glad you liked it."

He wiped his hands and got up, walking over to you to pull you up as well.

"Shall we?" You rolled your eyes at him.

"We shall, just let me get my helmet and a jacket." He looked at you in confusion

"I thought you hated riding, why do you have a helmet?" You smiled at him.

"I have a horse, if for when I ride him. They have the same safety rating." He returned your smile.

"I learn something new about you everyday."

You made your way outside next to Jax's bike helmet and jacket in hand.

"I have no idea what I'm doing so you're going to have to tell me so I don't send us both off." He shook his head at you.

"It's easy Darlin, just put your feet here and wrap your arms around me." He climbed on and you got behind him, you lifted your arms up and hovered them just over his body.

"Do you consent?" He huffed a giggle and pulled your arms around him. You felt the bike start up and you were away. It was a strange feeling, you could feel the bike's vibration coming through your legs and feel the wind whip around you; it sounded like a jet engine.

The body under your hands was hard and warm, if Jax wasn't so confident in himself, you would have thought he was flexing on purpose. You weren't going fast, probably just below the speed limit which you were grateful for, as the ride went on you got used to the rhythmic shift as he took the corners carefully. After a while, you arrived at park and he stopped the bike.

"Having fun Darlin?" You pressed your lips together in an effort not to smile.

"Jury's still out, I'll tell you when you take me back home." He laughed and shook his head.

"You never make anything easy for me y/n?" You looked at him as if to say, of course not.

"Well then, I'll just have to try extra hard to win you over." You covered your smile with your hand as if that would do anything.

"You're still as charming as ever."

You spent a little while in the park before driving back home, he parked in the same spot before helping you off and heading inside. Just before he left you pulled something out of your pocket. It was one of the fragmentation bullets he had used to win the bet.

"Oh Jackson?" He turned to you. "If you don't think I know a frag bullet in action when I see it, you're a fool." Your smile said it all, I will be getting you back for this.

Just before he kicked his bike on and left, you handed it to him.

"Your play Mr Teller." He cast you one last glance then pulled away.

****

You were waiting at T-M having received a distress call for Sam. The guys pulled in a little while later and came over to talk to you.

"Have you gotten any calls for Hale today?" You looked at Tig confused.

"No, why. What happened?" He took a deep breath before continuing.

"How long can foreign DNA survive in someone's body?" You squinted at him in thought.

"It depends, for skin and hair, it's impossible to say; other body parts vary. If you give me a hypothetical, I'll be able to tell you." It looked like he wasn't going to say anything but Sam tipped his head in endorsement.

"Hypothetically if there was semen in someone's mouth and throat and they died in a fire..." You interrupted him

"If they died in a fire the superheated air would have cooked anything in their throat, you have nothing to worry about. Although better to be safe than sorry and ensure no one can get their hands on the bodies." Tig visibly relaxed and walked away.

Gemma came running up to you, "I'm putting on a dinner, since you're free would you like to come with?" You nodded and followed her to her car, just before you left Jax ran over to you to talk to his Mum.

"Can you check on Wendy, she's supposed to be sending me the doctor bills but I haven't heard from her in weeks." Gemma shook her head.

"That's because it's you. We'll stop by before we go to the German for steaks."

The ride to Jax's house was fast, you had never been there before so it was sad to see it in such a mess. Gemma walked up to the door, kicking some newspaper aside as she did, when she couldn't get in she went over to the window and looked in.

"Oh shit, y/n get over here." You ran over and looked in the window to see Wendy lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood. When Gemma looked back you were already picking up a brick, there was the sound of glass sharing and you were climbing inside. She heard you open the front door, and she could hear you talking on the phone.

"I need an ambulance, there's a woman here who is 30 weeks pregnant, hemorrhaging, signs of IV drug use and a suspected methamphetamine overdose."

Gemma walked through the open door to find you crouched over Wendy's body, you looked up at her, terrified.

"If the ambulance doesn't get here in time we need to prepare for the worst."

At that moment, Gemma had never hated Wendy more.

Bit of a strange chapter, I'm trying to get to the good stuff. Feedback is really really really appreciated.

Part 11

#jax teller fanfiction #sons of anarchy #fluff #jax teller #sons of anarchy imagine #soa #jax teller x oc #jax teller imagine #sons of anarhcy fanficton #sons of anarchy fluff #jax teller x reader #jax teller x you #samcrow

[celamoon]

Warnings: crack, Y/n pisses Vyn off for fun

Pronouns: They/them

Summary: Vyn never gave Y/n a clear explanation about that day, so Y/n makes it a personal goal to get Vynnie to confess to them properly. The NXX joins in on the fun to embarrass Vyn further.

"VYNNIEEEEE!!!" Y/n flings themself across the room next to Vyn.

"Hm?"

"Vynnie do you like me? Because if you were messing with me that other day I might just pull the knife from the drawer." They bat their lashes innocently.

"You're good at reading people right? How about you tell me?"

Son of a bitch-

"Vynnie... I'm not the psychologist... even if I were to be able to tell, I wouldn't be able to read you as well as you can read me..." They mumble sadly. Gaslight gatekeep girl boss? Manipulate mansplain malewife? Up to you.

Vyn turns to face Y/n and pushes a strand of hair behind their ear. "I thought you said Raven taught you how to read people?"

Luke turns from the other side of the room with sharp eyes.

"Dr. Richter we all know that you have a fat crush on Y/n why can't you confess?" Marius calls from his desk.

Vyn throws a pen at him. Marius squeaks when it barely misses him.

“You like me?” Y/n bats their lashes again and Vyn stares into their soul.

“You tell me Y/n.” Vyn smiles.

OH IT IS ON-

Y/n has now made it a personal goal to make Vyn bend to their will.

It starts with food.

“vyNNIE I MADE COOKIES!!!” They fly through the door to the office, and Vyn barely gets to breathe before a cookie is shoved into his mouth with a box onto his desk.

“They’re earl grey tea cookies,” Y/n shoves another into their mouth and then rushes to hand everyone their packet.

Vyn finally gets to taste the cookie, and he finds that it tastes pretty good. It’s edible.

The six failed attempts at home say otherwise but the final batch was tasty so they brought it anyways.

“Mari do you think I could work at your mansion as a chef?” Vyn can see your nose growing.

Marius bites down onto another one. “Quit the NXX I’ll give you twice the pay.”

“BET-“

“I’ll send you right back to the psych ward if you quit.” Vyn cuts you both off.

“STOP BEING JEALOUS THAT I’M RUNNING AWAY WITH MARIUS VYNNIE YOU WON’T EVEN ADMIT THAT YOU LOVE ME-“ Another pen nearly killed you.

Strike one!

Then came the all nighters.

“Y/n-“

“Let me finish I’m two lines of code away from breaking in,” You stare into the computer, and your fingers never stop typing.

Vyn stares at you and sighs. “Don’t stay up too late.”

You were still awake the next morning.

“Yeah Artie can you bring me coffee? I need a bit more energy before I finally get in.” You secure the phone between your cheek and shoulder, and you continue typing. “I’ll pay you the money.”

Oh hell no.

“Y/n.” Here comes the devil. A smoking hot devil ;)

“VyNnIE~” You sing. “GoOd MorNIng!~”

“Get to bed,” Vyn sighs.

“VYNNIE it’s TOO EaRLY foR BEDDDDD!!!” You groan. A ding is heard from the elevator and you perk up. “ARTIE’S HERE WITH THE BEAN JUICE!!!”

“Hey,” Artem greets the two of you. “Here’s the coffee.”

You sigh in content as you reach for the drink. Vyn grabs it from your hand, and he downs the whole thing in one breath.

“Vynnie…” You blink. “Vynnie… that was four shots of espresso…”

Vyn breathes after the coffee and stares down at you. “Sleep. Now.”

“YES DADDY!” You speed past him before he can grab you, and you crash onto the bed in the office.

Vyn struggled through the day thanks to that coffee of yours.

Strike two!

“Luke.” You push your chair so that it slams right into his. “Lukie help me out I’m almost in you just need to get that last line of code in.”

“Oh so now you’re not sorry for stealing my job?”

“Yes. Absolutely.” You push your laptop to him and he types in the code you’re missing. Your eyes stare at his hands and the screen, and the NXX headquarters is so quiet it seems as though you were never there to begin with.

The other four turn to stare at you two, and Vyn walks over before he can register anything. He pushes the two chairs apart, and he stands between the two.

“VYNNIE!!!” You whine. “I NEED TO SEE THE CODE SO THAT I CAN DO IT MYSELF NEXT TIME-“

“How about you leave Raven’s job to him, and go work on that drug’s prototype?”

“Makes me sound like the bad guy here,” You grumble. “It’s curing in the fridge. Now let me see the code!! VYNNIE STOP COCKBLOCKING ME-“

Vyn throws you over his shoulder, and he shoves you onto the bed in the headquarters.

“Sleep.”

“I CRASHED FOR THREE HOURS YESTERDAY VYNNIE I’M FINE-“ You try to get up and Vyn pushes you back down.

“I won’t repeat myself again. Sleep.”

You stare at him. “Vynnie. Vynnie just admit you have a crush on me and we can make this easier for everyone.”

Vyn stares at you and glares.

Strike three!

You hug MC by the waist as she sits on the sofa.

“Why won’t Vynnie confess…” You grumble into her stomach.

“Well Dr. Richter is a bit more collected than others,” MC smiles. “How about you? Do you like him?”

“Not sure.” You hum. “But I do know I like being petty.”

MC smiles and continues sorting through the papers.

“Ah,” She stops. “Y/n do you know your old identity in the research program?”

“Am I wanted for mass murder?” You turn to stare at the papers. “Oh yeah they used to call me Dr. Bella. Short for Belladonna I believe.”

“Ah,” MC stares at the papers. “You probably want to see this.”

“Ooh did we find the man I want to kill?” You jump up, and you kick your legs over MC’s. “WE DID!!!!”

You look through the papers, and you’re interrupted by someone pulling you off of MC’s legs.

“You’re going to kill her circulation.”

“And I won’t kill yours?” You’re seated on Vyn’s lap now.

“She’s a woman.”

“Idk sounds misogynistic to me Vynnie,” You sigh. “What? Jealous of a woman now?”

Vyn buries his face into your neck, and you take off his glasses for him.

“No…” He mumbles. “I just… want you to myself…”

“HE SAID IT GUYS-“

MC whips out her phone, and you hear another camera click. Luke had brought his expensive camera for this. Marius whips out a canvas and easel out of nowhere and Artem’s furiously scribbling down notes onto a paper. Vyn hides himself into the crook of your neck even more and you strike a pose.

“Does this mean we’re dating?”

“Nope,” Vyn rolls his eyes. “I totally didn’t confess to you just now… it was your imagination.”

“GUYS I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!!!!” You cry. “HOW DOES IT FEEL TO HAVE TO DEAL WITH A COUPLE EVERY DAY?!”

“No difference”

“We’ve been going through this for months already.”

“Marius do you wanna date?”

“Hell yes. Come here-“

“… I don’t know what to feel about this.”

“Just enjoy this before we’re yelled at to get back to work again.”

“… you’re right.”

You're out!

#vyn x reader #vyn richter x reader #vyn richter #vyn #tears of themis fanfiction #tears of themis x reader #tot x reader #tears of themis #mild crack lmao