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JUST finished Cleo’s first stream for Pirates SMP, and the amount of times I just fully burst out laughing like—
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Sausage: *kisses Scott on sight*
Owen: *throwing himself in front of Sausage * Hi. 😏
Scott: I like a forward man 😉
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Sausage: Where do you get these? This silk?
Scott: Thank you, thank you…
Sausage: Can I touch it?
Scott: Yeah of course. You can touch whatever you want 😏
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Oli: I’ll give you 5 gold to tell me what’s beneath that patch.
Cleo: Look my eye got stolen by a monkey, ok?!
Oli: Oh! Was it a my cock?
Sausage: WHAT?!
Oli: A ma’ cock!
Sausage: THAT’S NOT HOW YOU PRONOUNCE IT!
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*Owenge_Juice becomes a Heron*
Scott/Cleo/El: (chanting) ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US!
Owen: …are you allowed to change your mind afterwards?
Scott: NO! :D
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El: So you’re like a lone wolf?
Owen: Uh…kind of. More like a lone sea dog.
El: Come on, give us a bark.
Scott: Yeah!
Owen: Uh…I only bark in certain situations…
Scott: Oh. What situations?
Owen: …uh, oKAY! WHICH WAY—
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El: This is my bed over here. There is one right next to it, you can take that.
Owen: Perfect! Thanks!
El: I do make really loud noises in my sleep.
Scott + Owen: Oh???
El: Yeah.
Cleo: Yeah, but not the noises you would expect either.
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Cleo (about Olive): They said they’d got invitations from Herons and Nightingales I think?
Scott: Yeah it was Heron, Nightingales, and Kestrals, they didn’t get Kites.
Cleo: Who DOES get Kites unless you’re a psychopath.
Scott: Owen got all 4.
Owen: Yeah…umm…
Cleo: Oh…
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*Cleo gets everyone drunk*
Cleo: Ah, you’re all lightweights!
El: *flirting with Water* Oh, you look so lovely in this light right now!
Water: Oh El!
El: Lovely!
Scott: I feel I can take more damage. I’m gonna go jump off the cliff guys!!
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Cleo: Maybe one day you can buy a real hat!
El: Well I will, but you know, I just think— I don’t see anybody else having made one when they’ve not got one. Gonna get a wet head.
Cleo: *absolutely lost it*
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Cleo: Gotta get the alcohol. Otherwise I’m gonna kill someone. It’s fine.
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Oil (Distant): ARE WE SURE THIS IS THE WAY?!
Cleo: Scott’s sure it’s the way!
Oli (distant distress): I— DON’T LIKE IT!
Aimsey: Honestly I’m hoping for the best! I hope he does!
Oli: Ya Damn Herons!
Cleo: You don’t have to follow us, ok?!
Oli: Well unfortunately my Kestrals already ran off
Aimsey: This is what I mean! I— I’m hoping you get this! I’ve dunked this too many times!
Cleo: It’s very Kestral of you to just wait until the end and have other people to do it for you!
Aimsey: I’m a Kite! I’m a Kite! Thank you!
Cleo: Well, yeah you know what? It’s very typical for Kites to do it too.
Aimsey: Oh well is it now? Is it then?!
Cleo: Oh yeah yeah! It is it is!
Aimsey: Do you wanna duel?! You wanna duel when we get back, Cleo?! You wanna duel?!
Cleo: Do I want to punch you in the face a bunch? I do. But I’m drunk. I don’t know what you want from me.
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Oli: There we go, I’ve got a side angle. I’m overtaking you, Heron! SLOOOOWWW
Cleo: *cuts him off*
Oli: No stop crashing! You’re crashing my port side!
Cleo: Well you know—
Oli: GET OFF ME PORT SIDE!
Cleo: NO ONE WANTS TO BE ON YOUR PORT SIDE, OK?!
Oli: Everyone wants to be on my port side!
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Cleo: This is very far away. Like I haven’t heard Scott this whole time. I feel like Scott’s monologuing.
Aimsey: I can hear you though, Cleo!
Cleo: I hear YOU. And I—
Aimsey: You love that, right? You love hearing me. 😏
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Cleo: *singing* What shall we do with a drunken sailor! What shall we do with a drunken sailor! What shall we— *talking* apparently put her in a boat and let her follow Scott, that’s what you need to do with a drunken sailor.
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Oli: AIMSEY! AIMSEY! AIMSEY! STOP SINGING!
Aimsey: *distant singing*
Cleo: Oh I can’t hear Aimsey, that’s good.
Oli: CAUSE I HATE HERONS!
Cleo (a Heron): AIMSEY’S NOT A HERON!
SILENCE
Oli: …then what are they?
Cleo: They’re a Kite.
Oli: OH STUPID KITES! Herons, you’re alright. KITES. Imbeciles.
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Owen (talking to chat): No, there’s no canon lives, chat. Except in specific cases. *whispering* check with Twitter.
Cleo: YOU’RE BREAKING MY EMERSION OWEN!
Owen: Sorry!
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Olive: Hey! Where does a pirate go to school? HARRRvard!
Cleo: …You’re out of the faction.
Olive: Oh no! Not on my second day! H—how does a pirate protect themself? ARRRmour.
Cleo: …I’m gonna run a vote…
Olive: No it’s fine, I’ll go join the Kite’s or something, it’s fine.
Cleo: Oh dear.
Olive: What do you call it when two pirates are in a draw? A staleMATEY.
Cleo: OUT! OUT OF THE FACTION!
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*Cleo walks up to a female NPC*
Cleo: Hello sweet lady 😏
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Other things I also enjoyed
•Scar managing to get a Jellie and literally everyone swarming around to pet her
•Scott, Aimsey, Cleo, and Oli sailing together and all of them singing a completely different pirate song simultaneously.
•The entire dynamic between Cleo and Aimsey
•Cleo being HELLA sus of Cruppy the entire time right up until Scott hands it a beer and it drinks and suddenly Cleo’s just like actually you know what? You’re alright. We cool.
•Cleo being given babysitting duty and then literally within 5 minutes pawning off the child with a rival faction
•Cleo using being drunk as an excuse for everything. Lag? Everyone is drunk because she keeps giving out alcohol. Server crash? Don’t mind her she’s just vomiting in the corner of a pub somewhere. No tools? She needs the iron to make kegs for MORE alcohol. Oh you wanna fight? I would but I’m drunk. Shit babysitter? I’m a drunk what do you want from me? She signs off for the day and her excuse for her absence is literally just “imma go get blackout drunk for a solid 14 hours”. The fact that the excuse works lore wise for almost every situation.
•THE ANIMATICS
•The LORE. JUST ALL THE LORE
Solid start. 10/10
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Get Stuffed
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-sized Latina!Reader
Summary: Dean enjoys the way you cook Christmas dinner with a Latin flair, even if Sam likes to tease him about his insatiable appetite. You remind Sam about the true reason behind one of Dean’s biggest quirks.
AN: This was requested by my lovely friend @iprobablyshipit91: Sam making the usual digs at Dean about his diet, and how much he eats, and the reader pulling him aside and telling him to back off as he doesn’t realize how much Dean went hungry as a kid to make sure Sam was fed.
Word Count: 1,800
Tags/Warnings: Fluff, innuendo, tinge of angst
**This story can be read as stand-alone, but you can also check out the full masterlist of one-shots below. ⤵️
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“Aw, hell yeah,” Dean mutters. He rubs his hands together and surveys the immovable feast that’s about to get shoveled into his mouth.
This Christmas marks roughly your first year living with the brothers Winchester in the bunker, and a few months after your first anniversary with Dean.
He’s made it very clear that he enjoys your cooking, especially of Cuban food. So you’ve gone all out for Christmas: white rice and your grandmother’s recipe for black beans, boiled yuca with plenty of garlic, bread drizzled with more garlic and olive oil, and Dean’s favorite…
“What’s this part of the pig called again?” he asks. And he uses a large fork to spear into the mountain of roasted meat that you’ve already cut and piled onto a platter.
You come in from the kitchen with the bread in hand, placing it on the dinner table. You sidle up behind him, where he's seated.
“The shoulder,” you say, squeezing both of Dean’s. He hums in interest as you press a kiss to the side of his head. “It’s called pernil. Marinated with garlic, mojo, bunch of good stuff.”
He predictably steals a juicy piece of meat, plopping it into his mouth. He grins while he chews and makes a happy sound.
“Ohoho, yeah.”
You share an amused look with Sam, who sits beside his brother. By the time you’ve found your seat on Dean’s other side, he’s already serving you and Sam the same hefty portions he serves himself.
You know for a fact you’re only going to eat about half of your plate. Sam manages to polish his off. Dean does as well…and serves himself twice more before you break out the dessert.
“Please tell me that’s a flan,” Dean says, drumming his fingers on the table.
“How the hell are you still hungry?” Sam asks.
The look on his face says he’s half entertained, half disgusted. Dean is still sucking on the crispy skin on a piece of pork. He licks the juices off his fingers.
“Have I taught you nothing?” he says. “There’s always room for dessert.”
He tosses you a wink, followed closely by a suggestive smirk. You glance at him with a smile as you set down the metal pan.
“It is a flan,” you affirm. “I tried my hand at coconut this time.”
“Ooh, tropical,” Dean says, waggling greasy fingers. He wipes them on a napkin before he reaches for the pie cutter, which is usually reserved for his favorite dessert. Although, flan is rapidly becoming his second go-to. The rich custardy goodness is calling to him like a siren song.
“How can I get you to make this more often?” Dean mutters while carving out a generous slice.
Your lips curve. You rest your chin on your hand and lean towards him, earning his gaze. “If I made it all the time, you wouldn’t savor it, now would you?”
Dean smirks. His gaze lowers to your lips, like he’s contemplating some persuasive maneuvers.
“You’d also be 300 pounds,” Sam remarks, taking a sip of his beer.
You eye Sam with a frown. But Dean just laughs it off and cuts his little brother a slice.
By the end of the meal, all three of you are stuffed. Dean groans and leans back in his seat. A gurgle mounts audibly from his stomach.
“Jesus. Are you erupting?” Sam says.
Dean holds up a finger. “Wait for it.”
You give your boyfriend a bemused look. You know exactly what’s about to happen. As does Sam, who’s grimacing.
A few seconds later, Dean does erupt, with a truly legendary belch.
“Nice,” you say wryly. Dean squeezes your soft, thick thigh and backs his chair away from the table.
“Well, since I roasted the pig and you did the rest, I’d say it’s Sammy’s turn on cleaning duty,” he says.
“Thanks,” Sam says, with a wan smile. Yours is more jovial, even as Dean’s hand toys with a curl of your hair after he stands.
“I’m gonna shower off the meat sweats,” he says.
You giggle, but you nod. “You do that. I’ll help Sam a bit, put away the food at least.”
Your smile becomes more genuine when Dean drops a kiss on your forehead from above.
“Thanks, sweetheart,” he says. His voice is a quiet, deep rumble washing over you. You know what he’s thanking you for: good food, and a small, but warm Christmas.
You reach up and give his cheek a tender touch, before he withdraws and makes his way to the bedroom he shares with you. It leaves you and Sam to collect what’s on the table and bring it all into the kitchen. While Sam does the dishes, you start to put away the leftovers.
Something has been nagging at you all night, though you’ve tried to stamp it down time and time again. You don’t know if it's your place to say something. Especially if Dean doesn’t seem bothered…but it bothers you. And you’ve never been one to hold your tongue.
“Hey, can I ask you something?” you begin, even as a small bit of trepidation niggles inside you.
Sam looks over at you. He’s quick to catch the serious note in your demeanor.
“Yeah, what’s up?” he replies. You okay? his eyes also ask.
“Why do you get on Dean so much for enjoying his food?” you ask.
Sam blinks. Then he scoffs a little. “There’s enjoying, and then there’s gluttony.”
“He’s not that bad,” you argue.
“He ate half his weight in pig,” Sam says. You can’t exactly deny that, but you cross your arms and turn to him, leaning your hip against the counter.
“So? It’s Christmas. Let him be happy,” you retort.
Sam levels you with pinched brows. “He’s not in his 20s anymore. All that crap he eats is going to catch up to him someday.”
“What, you expect him to down some kale smoothies?” you reply, giving a pointed brow raise and a teasing smile. “Get up at the crack of dawn for a bare-chested run?”
Sam shoots you a dry look.
“My point is, I’m not gonna survive hundreds of monster attacks just to get taken down by cholesterol,” he says.
You sigh a raise a placating hand. “All right. I get what you’re saying. I’m just saying…have you ever thought about why he loves food so much? Why he overindulges sometimes?”
Sam's brow quirks. It’s a question you know you need to tread lightly in order to answer. You uncross your arms to lay a hand on Sam’s wrist. He stops washing dishes and turns off the sink to give you his full attention, sensing your shift.
You look up at him, and you steel yourself.
“He might’ve mentioned once…that you two sometimes had a hard time growing up. With John taking you guys from motel to motel while he was working a job, and every now and then, leaving you guys alone longer than he meant to.”
Dean had been more than a bit drunk when you’d gotten this out of him. Hearing about that aspect of his upbringing had upset you, not just as someone who cared about him, but the caretaker in you smarted.
“Even though you guys didn’t have enough money at times, your brother always made sure you were fed,” you explain. You meet Sam’s gaze, squeezing his arm. “Sometimes he went without.”
Sam’s expression slowly slackens, contemplative and dismayed at what you’re implying. He dries his hands on a kitchen towel and rubs at his mouth, like he’s reeling back the years of evidence in his mind and trying to confirm if you were right.
“You don’t remember?” you gently ask.
Sam shakes his head. “I mean, I knew things were tight. I remember him taking care of me, obviously. But…”
He doesn’t remember his brother going hungry.
It carves a hole of remorse in his chest.
This isn’t the first time he’s had to reexamine Dean’s role in his life, and not the first time he’s felt this flavor of guilt. But he sighs and really doesn’t know what to say.
You seem to realize that, and you squeeze his arm one last time.
“Just keep that in mind,” you implore.
You soon leave him to venture upstairs, but there in the kitchen, Sam makes a resolution before the new year. One that includes having a conversation with his brother.
You find Dean in your bedroom. Now in his most threadbare sweatpants and an old black shirt, he lays over the covers on the bed. His eyes are closed and his arms are folded behind his head, but he hears you when you come in.
You slide into bed next to him and lay your head on his chest. He groans deep and slowly lowers his arms. One of them wraps around your frame.
“Think I overdid it a bit,” he admits, cracking his eyes open. You smile and gently pat his stomach.
“Wanna go for a walk tomorrow?” you ask. “We can go down to the park.”
Dean raises a brow at you. “You hate walking.”
“Not true,” you shake your head, before you rest more comfortably against him. He tucks you in beside him and begins to run his fingers down your arm. It’s a bit distracting.
“Could be nice, with the right view,” you add, though you shiver a little at his touch.
Dean makes a sound of mild interest in the idea. “I guess, if you like stringy trees and frozen lakes.”
It’s winter in Lebanon. Not much to look at.
You smirk and press a kiss to his chest. “I mean, that, and you in some little Richard Simmons shorts.”
Dean gives you a look, and you giggle so hard it shakes your whole body against him.
“Honestly, I think that’ll really do it for me,” you tease. You walk two fingers across his thigh, where a cute pair of ‘80s-style exercise shorts would cut off.
Dean grabs your hand and rolls you over, pinning you underneath him on the bed. His thigh slips between both of yours, causing friction against your jeans. And he smirks down at you.
“Sweetheart, I don’t do shorts.”
AN: 😂 A little callback to S1 at the end there. I hope you guys liked this! Just in time to prepare for my Christmas cooking! ❤️💚
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How to be like Jang Wonyoung
As many of you requested, part 2 of my it girls series is all about Jang Wonyeong, who's not only absolutely STUNNING, but also incredibly talented, hardworking, and of course successful. Let's get right into it!! <33
Wonyoungs Energy:
Wonyoung is incredibly charismatic, which makes her stand out without even trying!!
She has a bubbly and likeable Personality, Wonyoung appears happy and welcoming, she easily lights up a room with just her presence.
Aside from being cute and cheerful, Wonyoung is also known for being extremely hardworking!!
Confident and Unbothered. Despite receiving quite a bit of unnecessary hate, Wonyoung stays indifferent and true to herself!!
Elegant and feminine. No one does the ‘Elegant feminine self-love girly’ aesthetic like her, she is THE girly girl!! <3
Mindset:
Learn to deal with jealousy, Wonyoung gets plenty of hate, but let's be real for a second… we all know that is because of jealousy. Pretty, successful, smart, and popular? Of course, people will be jealous!!
“While practising self-love, you see good and pretty things about yourself. If I focus only on those things, I don't need to pay much attention to the criticism.”
Don't compare yourself to others “You are you, I am me”.
Keep to yourself. Stop telling people your ideas, your dreams and how you plan to archive them, your goals etc. Let your actions speak for themself!! <3
No more negative self-talk!!
Be your number 1 priority!! Take care of yourself, do what's good for you, eat well, care for your body, skincare, haircare, and your education!! PRIORITIES
Skincare
Skincare. Wonyoung has Flawless skin, finding a skincare routine that works for you can help you archive similar results!!
Wonyoungs skincare routine:
According to Google, Wonyoung only uses Innisfree products and starts by double cleansing her face, for that, she uses the Green Tea Cleansing Oil ($24), and the Green Tea Amino Acid Face Cleanser ($12)
To get the dewy class skin effect, hydration is key!! In the morning, Wonyoung likes using the Green Tea Hyaluronic Acid Serum ($30) and the Dewy Glow Tone-up Cream ($26)
Of course, you can't forget SPF. Wonyoung uses the Mild Cica Sunscreen Tone-Up SPF 50+ PA ++++, which is also great for acne-prone and sensitive skin types!! :)
For her night routine, she likes the Retinol Cica Moisture Recovery Serum ($37) and the Dewy Glow Jelly Cream ($26).
Elevate your daily life:
Healthy diet. Eating nutritious and healthy food is the first and most important step to clear skin and an overall good feeling!! Make sure to eat enough protein (ex. yoghurt, chicken, tofu or eggs), lots of fruits and veggies, and healthy fats (ex. Avocados, fish, nuts, olive oil)!!
Exercise daily. Besides dancing, Wonyoung loves pilates!! You can find lots of great Pilates videos on YouTube!!
Work on your posture!! Having good posture will not only make you feel better but also lets you appear more confident, elegant and put together. Try daily stretching and exercises to improve it <3
Try establishing a proper morning and night routine, this can help you stay structured and relaxed even on more messy and busy days.
Content that makes you feel better!! Start watching channels like thewizardliz, vogue beauty secrets, and read motivating blogs. (like mine lol <3)
Makeup:
Wonyoung is known for her iconic glittery and feminine make-up!!
Light pink blush, plump lips, glowy skin and a glittery but not too heavy eye look.
Foundation on the centre of your face and blend outwards for a naturally contoured look.
Always apply your matt products before your shimmers, that way, your makeup looks cleaner!! Also, apply your glitters from finest to chunkiest. :)
Don't apply your shimmers/glitters past the middle of your eyelid to avoid looking puffy.
If you have warm-toned skin, go for peachy glitters, for cool-toned skin, choose a champagne-coloured one.
If your struggle with dark under eyes, blend your concealer with your fingers!! This will give it a lot more coverage.
You can find lots of tutorials on Wonyoung-inspired make-up on YouTube, this one is my favourite.
I hope this little guide was helpful, I wasn't too familiar with Wonyoung, but I did some research since she was the number 1 most requested person for this!! :)
As always, please feel free to share your own suggestions in the comments and let me know who you want me to write about next! <3
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Beatles Books as vaguely defined friends and relatives at a party you attend with a new crush, whose name you keep mispronouncing.
The longer you stay, the more trouble you have remembering what the occasion was.
The lights keep changing. Shortly after you arrived, your crush shrunk to the size of a mouse, and scurried away. You’re on your own.
The Beatles (Bob Spitz) greets you, an attractive silver fox who seems to be shunned by most of the others. You wonder why. It’s as easy to imagine him as a crying wreck as it is to imagine him on a golf course. Here, There, and Everywhere (Geoff Emerick) disrupts your musings by pulling tapes from his mouth. Seeing your discomfort, he stops and hands you a photograph of John Lennon and Paul McCartney singing into the same microphone. As he does, his pupils take on the shape of hearts. Someone called George announces his intent to poison him.
Anthology (The Beatles) saunters in, puts eight arms around you, and promises to tell you the whole story. They proceed to speak in tongues, and throw popcorn at you. Stu Sutcliffe jumps from a pendant around their neck, lands on the floor, and scurries after your crush.
“It’s always like this,” says Body Count (Francie Schwartz). “I assume you don’t want to listen to my story about a gifted woman who got locked up for depression? That’s fine, I can also talk about frottage, and a certain man’s curves.”
“Oh, stop it,” says John (Cynthia Lennon). She turns to you. “My advice is: Turn around and run as fast as you can.” She demonstrates what she means by disappearing, leaving behind a purse filled with cheerful letters and drawings of herself getting married and giving birth. Everything smells of olive oil. Francie spots Loving John (May Pang), and rushes to her, greedy for gossip. Loving John (May Pang) is everyone’s favorite, because she doesn’t really know anyone very well, but she knows how to make everyone feel comfortable by saying things that make sense in the moment.
Living the Beatles Legend: The Mal Evans Story (Ken Womack) ends up taking her home; they both live at The Fringes. Her home is a little further than his, which is just this side of Weird whereas she’s all the way in Montauk, but he’ll make sure she gets there safely.
To make up for the disappearance of your crush, Remember (Mike McCartney) cuts your hair. Each snip of the scissors slots a black-and-white picture into your field of vision. Windows in time blow noise and heat in your face, and visions of a screaming band that looks a bit like the young Beatles. Then there’s the quiet heat of summer, towels rippling on the line, and a drain pipe screwed to the wall of a house. He talks about childhood, and you’re almost there, but you never will be, because he won’t let you in. His more verbose twin, The Macs (Mike McCartney), recites letters his brother and John wrote from Hamburg, but you can barely understand what he says, because he stuffed a tissue into his mouth.
“It’s only a story,” says The Lyrics (Paul McCartney). “Pleased to meet you. I’m a storyteller myself.” He sings a love song. “I must have thought about these things when I wrote it,” he muses. “Interesting. What a mind, as Linda used to say.”
He tears a few pages from a diary he kept in Paris in 1961 and hands them to you without comment.
At this point, the party is dissolving. Crocheted furniture floats away and stretches.
“Am I too late?” Skywriting by Word of Mouth (John Lennon) squeezes himself out of the lowest drawer of an antique desk, where, judging from by his crinkly pajamas, he slept. “I’m in pieces. Mend me with glue.”
“I will, I will!” Tune In—All These Years, Vol I (Mark Lewisohn) yells ecstatically. “I’m so glad you could make it Sit down with me and celebrate the heritage of Liverpool.”
Skywriting drapes himself around Tune In, who starts purring and rutting against him.
“Excuse me?” It’s The Fifth Beatle: The Brian Epstein Story (Vivek Tiwary), torero boots clicking on the invisible floor as he strides towards the couch. A spotlight follows him. “I’m managing this show, and I insist on expanding the scene.” Around them, a hotel room forms.
Skywriting lights a cigarette. “Join us in bed, Bri.”
“Yes,” moans Tune In. “I’m so lonely. I’m the oldest of a triplet, or so they say, but the other two haven’t been born yet.”
The Fifth Beatle sits down and observes the unhinged biography losing himself in the friction of rubbing against the shapeshifting Skywriting. Finally, things reach a conclusion.
“And so,” says The Fifth Beatle, “what partially was, finished.”
“Stop repeating lines from a bad movie, Brian," says Skywriting, "you’re better than that.”
As you try to plot ways to escape through the skylight, The McCartney Legacy, Vol 1 (Sinclair & Kozinn) slides out from under the bed, a broad-shouldered lady in a bright red dress. A half-hatched alien with long legs and sunglasses squirms between her breasts, and makes mouth percussion sounds.
“Gentlemen.” The McCartney Legacy retrieves a very, very long rosary from her pocket. “Is anyone interested in an exquisitely crafted, finely wrought chronology?”
At the sound of the word “chronology,” The Beatles (Hunter Davies) crashes through the ceiling.
“Don’t fall for it!” The Beatles snatches the vocalizing baby alien from The McCartney Legacy’s chest, and kills it by wringing its neck. “Time stopped in 1968. The only valid extension are my own salacious additions. Strictly off the record.”
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that,” says The Fifth Beatle.
You exchange a glance with Skywriting, who is plucking pieces of Tune In from his body like children snatch pieces of dough, and sticking them in his mouth.
A camera clicks.
“Excellent.”
The Eyes of the Storm (Paul McCartney) lowers the camera, and changes into a suntanned, gleaming likeness of George Harrison. Then he changes into a fish.
“Everyone looking at the pictures will think they know,” the fish says. “They’ll have no idea!”
The floor dissolves under you. You fall into a pool, just in time to save your crush from being sucked into the drain, and after a barely audible edit you find yourself back home, with no memories at all, the taste of chewing gum in your mouth, and wearing matching tops saying, I visited Fellini’s Satyricon, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.
(ETA: I can't believe I forgot about Dreaming the Beatles (Rob Sheffield). I guess I'll have to include him in the inevitable sequel to this...thing, as the +1 of John and Paul: A Love Story in Songs (Ian Leslie).)
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rottmnt!donnie x makeup!reader
a/n: a quick fic i wanted to write, hope you enjoy! love you all <3
“Wait, you understood…all of that?”
Disguise: blown. You’d been hunkering incognito in the public for a few months now because of the optimistic and rather chaotic opening of your makeup brand. The internet was absolute chaos frothing over the strong pigment and affordable prices: everything a makeup brand should strive to be. It got orders, and that was what’s most important. However, the noise was overwhelming, and you needed to escape. Working under the guise of a pseudonym proved more useful than ever, and it let you breathe. Because of your newfound skills in makeup, you gained a few facts or two about cosmetic science and science. That proved to be your smoking gun when Donatello, your science friend, was ranting about his latest project going awry. He ranted, you listened. But this time, you corrected him. Two miracles: one, he was wrong, two; you knew more.
Now, you were sneaking into your own lab to sneak Donnie in to see your lab: his request. Do you feel stupid? Ashamed, even? Going out of the public eye because of your contributions to the makeup industry, only to have it return like an unwanted family member.
Donnie zipped to each glass window showcasing the millions of rows of pigments and chemicals, eyes wide like a sleep-deprived child.
“You have all of this? Locked away?”
“Yeah, mostly parabens and formaldehyde, but we also keep some chemicals like polonium, radium and-”
“Uranium?” he said, zipping from the window to your face to an uncomfortable distance. The smudges in his drawn-on eyebrows were more visible than ever, his breath resting on your face. “You have it?”
“Yes. I’ll get you some if you wait.”
You moved away, inching towards the door. Digging through your pocket brought up a dusty old keycard you kept. The photo you took on your first day, the excited face of you, the same age but optimistic. You owned a company, like a big kid. It looked hideous. The words: “FOUNDER” faded, but still legible. This is your lab, your company; should it count that you’re stealing from your own company? No, right? You made this place, and you’ll take what you want. This is your big kid company. You take what you want.
Your eyes glanced back, just for a moment, and you can already see Donnie staring at you as if you grew spider legs on your back. Right, making this quick. In, out, five minutes. You quickly scrubbed in, dressed in a white coat and blue gloves. Entering the room, a wave of dust hits you. This caused you to cough vigorously, trying to get whatever entered your throat out.
Eventually, you got your breath back in you, and gave Donnie a thumbs up. His expression is unchanged, giving you one back without looking up from his notebook. Of course.
“How much do you want?”
“As much as possible, five grams exactly.”
It’d been a while since you strolled down your lab, but the descent reminded you of when you were mixing your first lipstick formula. Olive oil, coconut oil, and beeswax into a bowl and adding a few drops of purple food coloring were the first of many that you made. It was rudimentary and tacky at best, but all your mother did was pat you on the back. Mommy’s little chemist. Now, she speaks to you more like a coworker than her child. In the eyes of success, you got robbed of the thing you didn’t know you’d miss: an embrace.
But now’s no time to reminisce. Now’s the time for uranium, which was conveniently at the back of the hallway in a little lead container locked behind a plastic door. The uranium had probably five grams from the size of it. You looked around the room, seeing if there were any drawers or cabinets, and thankfully there were plenty. Cabinet after cabinet after cabinet, you finally found the keys in a drawer a few steps away from the uranium. You didn’t question why the uranium was there, which in hindsight sounds idiotic, but that wasn’t on your mind at the moment. You unlocked the case and quickly took the disc of uranium out of the cabinet and was out of the door faster than you could count. An alarm was what you’d expected, but surprisingly, it was quieter than a mouse. A relief.
Before you could blink, the disc was out of your hands and into Donnie’s embrace. He practically cradled it like it was his child.
“You’re welcome.”
Donnie’s head clicked towards you. “Oh, thank you. This means a lot. I’m not trying to be sarcastic about that, really, thank you.”
“No problem, can’t wait to see what you cook up with this,” you said, noticing a hidden square behind his back. When you stepped to his side, you spotted an open notebook with what looked like scribbles.
Scribbles? When did Donnie draw?
“You draw?” you questioned, looking at the notebook without a second thought. Donnie tried quickly turning back around to hide the contents, but you’d already gotten a view: it was a drawing, or more a sketch of an invention. A new eyeliner, covered in holographic purple metal, was obviously marked with his signature on the bottom. Then it clicked. This was a gift. Donnie’s gift.
Donnie froze, staring at you as if to judge and gauge your reaction. In truth, he was terrified. To him, giving handmade gifts was everything. The attention to detail, the effort and work to make it personal, it was everything. But people hadn’t always appreciated those gifts in the way he hoped. So, with this, everything changed in the balance. Whether he’d keep or lose a friend, that friend being you.
“Is that for me?”
“No…it’s not finished yet. It’s unpolished, barely even refined. That doesn’t make a suitable gift…”
You could see the lies that covered his obviously first plan for a gift, but knowing Donnie, it wouldn’t do any good to call him out on his lie and injure his already egregious ego. However, a snort escaped your throat as you tilted your head to the side. It was adorable to see him stare in confusion, clutching the notebook like it was his personal schoolgirl diary.
“I won’t judge, honest. I thought you’d sketch on your many tablets.”
“Those are for calculations, not meaningless sketches.”
“Can I see your drawing?”
If we’re being honest, Donatello’s opinion shifted about you so many times that day. It was troubling. When he first met you, he thought of you as he did everyone: ordinary. Another known person to wave to when you crossed paths. But in just one night, it catapulted into something he could never imagine. First, you corrected him on one of his experiments. You listened, and you were right. But one data point isn’t enough to make a valid analysis for someone. So, he inquired more and went to your lab. Second, what he failed to get for how many years now, you simply got like that. He didn’t know if that ticked him off or if it made him adore you more. You were an equal, maybe even more. Hell, probably more than he could ever imagine. Two points.
You can’t make an assumption on just two data points, but Donnie handed over the notebook, trying his best to make it seem nonchalant.
He failed. But you wouldn’t say that.
Now that you were looking at the drawing Donnie did up close, it was, to say succinctly, amazing. The lines were grainy, yet perfectly straight, the shapes were sleek, and of course, lovely shimmering purple as an official coat of paint. It was better than any of the chicken scratches you called designs. This could be the best design for any packaging you could’ve asked for.
Donnie was silent as you, obviously, surveyed the designs he made. At first, he was in a mix of utter panic. You’re looking at his designs. But they were drafts, sloppy scribbles. If he wanted to present his design to you, it should be polished. Just like him, or more, the confident persona he presented. But, as your observations grew longer, that panic bubbled into terror. Was there a mistake, a potential oversight he overlooked? Could there even be one?
“You made this, Donnie?”
“Yes…I did- make it just now.”
“It’s…”
Donnie’s shoulders tensed up. This could be- no, this was the loss of a friend.
“... amazing. You made this just now?”
Huh?
“Huh? Oh, yes. I got a flash of inspiration, if you should know.”
“It’s great. I can’t wait to see it polished. Send it to me and I’ll try to make it real.”
You slammed the notebook back into his arms, walking towards the door. You had enough events to happen tonight. But surprisingly, Donnie followed with eager enthusiasm, more than you ever saw in him, and even though it could’ve been the bright light of the moon, you could’ve sworn you saw a smile.
#rottmnt#rottmnt x reader#rottmnt donnie x reader#tmnt x reader#tmnt#rise donnie#donatello#fic writing
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GROWING OUT + STYLING YOUR LASHES
Minimise the use of mascara + if you do use it anyway, ensure that most of the residue is washed off with micellar water before you go to sleep
Avoid lash adhesives, falsies, eyelash curlers etc for the time being.
Using a clean spoolie, brush through your lashes everyday, this helps stimulate them which promotes growth.
Apply oil to your lashes daily- coconut, castor, olive etc etc. use a cotton swab for a clean application.
Consider taking biotin, collagen, or vitamin E as supplements for lash growth (consult with your doctor first!)
Avoid touching/rubbing your eyes, as this can pull out some of your lashes.
Use tweezers carefully to style your lashes each morning
To naturally curl your lashes, I just use a small spoolie and warm Vaseline, and leave it for around 1-2 minutes.
Apply some Vaseline there and there because it helps with locking in moisture but don’t apply anything to the roots as it will block the hair follicles for growth
GROWING OUT + STYLING YOUR EYEBROWS
Same things here- wash your face and ensure no make up residue is in your eyebrows + apply oils daily.
Avoid plucking your eyebrows for 12~ weeks. This gives them time to properly grow and actually highlight stray hairs.
Try to wear sunglasses that cover your eyebrows, as excessive UV exposure to your eyebrows can harm the proteins there, which cause them to be brittle and thinner.
Once again apply small amounts of Vaseline but the former still applies.
Exfoliate your eyebrows around 3x a week as it stimulates the follicles which promotes growth
Use eyebrow gel for them to stay put throughout the day, but a good quality one as some can leave white residue.
Fill them in if they’re sparse, but still be diligent. Overfilled eyebrows<<<
Know if an arch, soft arch, or straight eyebrows suit you the best, dear peachie has a good video on this.
#glow up#glow up era#glowing up#lashes#eyebrows#green juice girl#clean girl#beauty tips#beauty products#beauty advice#girl blogger#just girly things#girlblogger#girl blog#girly stuff#girlblogging#pretty girls#skincare routine#skincare#leveling up#level up#level up journey#hyper feminine#the feminine urge#feminine journey#feminine energy
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Official DC App's Voiced Stories: Akai Shuuichi
The official Detective Conan app offers a number of voiced stories - short conversations between characters - to its premium subscribers. I translated all twelve stories that include Akai.
Other characters that appear in these stories are Conan (12), Amuro (3), Okiya (3), Kaito Kid (1), Haibara (1), and Ran (1).
Table of Contents
Voiced Stories: Akai Shuuichi
Voiced Stories: Amuro Tooru
Makeup Time (メイク時間)
Okiya: "Hey there, boy."
Conan: "Good morning, Akai-san! Sorry for coming by so early."
Okiya: "I don't mind. You're here for the study's books, aren't you?"
Conan: "Yeah, there's something I wanna look into... ah, you were putting on your disguise!"
Okiya: "It's taking me less time to put on my disguise lately, but my makeup didn't quite go on smoothly this morning..."
Conan: "Huh? Your makeup didn't go on s-smoothly?"
Okiya: "I suspect my new lotion is to blame..."
Conan: "L-L-Lotion? That's that thing, right? You use it after washing your face..."
Okiya: "Yes... I ended up using up all of the lotion Yukiko-san provided for me... I bought a similar type, but it seems like this brand doesn't suit my skin well."
Conan: "Akai-san, thanks for all your hard work..."
Okiya: "I'm Okiya Subaru right now, Edogawa Conan-kun... And it's surprisingly fun once you get used to it. I make new discoveries every day. Why don't you give it a try as well?"
Conan: "I'll have to say no to that."
How to Make Ham Sandwiches (ハムサンドの作り方)
Amuro: "Now then, we'll be putting the fillings on."
Conan: "Right!"
Amuro: "First, we spread mayonnaise over the bread we just steamed..."
Conan: "The special mayonnaise with a dash of miso!"
Amuro: "Then we place the lettuce we washed in lukewarm water, and ham on top of that..."
Conan: "The ham you just applied olive oil to!"
Amuro: "Finally, place another slice of bread on top of that, cut it into triangles, and it's complete..."
Conan: "You were putting so much work into it... no wonder it's so good!"
[...]
Amuro: "Ah, thank you very much! You'd like the bill, yes? I'll accept this thousand yen bill..."
Conan: (Amuro-san is working his café job seriously too...)
Amuro: "Thank you very much!"
Conan: "Thanks, Amuro-san! I'll try making these at home right away too... huh? What's the matter?"
Amuro: "That man just now... I feel as though I've met him before... am I imagining things...?"
Akai: (Heh… the secret to Café Poirot's famous ham sandwiches… I've successfully obtained it!)
Who's the Culprit? (犯人は？)
Conan: "I'll go over the facts of the case one more time. The ham and chicken breast were the only things that disappeared, right?"
Amuro: "Yes... this morning, we had more than enough ham and chicken breast. There's no doubt about that..."
Conan: "But now there isn't, right? When was the last time you confirmed how much ham and chicken breast you had?"
Amuro: "When I made a ham sandwich an hour ago, we still had enough... and I haven't used it for anything else..."
Conan: "I've never heard of a thief who only steals ham and chicken breast..."
Akai: "I was listening in to your conversation. The culprit must then be someone who can easily both enter and exit this Café Poirot, or alternatively someone who wouldn't be noticed even if they entered or exited."
Amuro: (gasps) "Which means...!"
Conan: "Don't tell me, the culprit is...!"
Amuro: "So it was you, Taii."
Taii: "Meow!"
Let's Go to the Scene! (現場へ行ってみよう！)
Conan: "Amuro-san, how was it?!"
Amuro: "As we thought, there was a robbery at that bank... but mysteriously, after the culprit took hostages, they vanished out of the blue."
Conan: "Are the hostages all safe?"
Amuro: "Yes... it appears as though the police are taking statements from each one."
Conan: "So the culprit could be..."
Amuro: "...among their number..."
Conan: "Amuro-san, let's go to the scene!"
Amuro: "Yes! Let's hurry!"
Akai: "There seems to be some kind of case going on..."
The Two Great Detectives (2人の名探偵)
Kaito Kid: "I've finished casing out the joint, so I guess it's about time for me to head h- mm? Hey now, no way... the two walking over there- is that the detective and... the turtleneck guy?!
Conan: "Hey, Subaru-san! I wanna drop by a book store."
Okiya: "Yes, that sounds nice. I was just thinking I'd like to drop by one as well."
Kaito Kid: "That's right! He's Okiya Subaru, if I remember correctly... he's a grad student that's been going in and out of the Kudo Mansion. But he's kinda suspicious... there's something on his neck too. Just who is he?"
Conan: "Don't tell me- you want that magazine too, Subaru-san?"
Okiya: "Yes, it is a Holmes special edition, after all."
Kaito Kid: "I see, so to the detective, he's a fellow Sherlockian... but is that all? Alright, I'm following them!"
[...]
Kaito Kid: "Dammit, did I lose sight of them...? But this is strange... why would a book store be in an alley like this...?"
Conan: "As if there'd be a book store in a place like this. I just wanted to move you here."
Kaito Kid: (in a high, feminine voice) "Who might you be? I'm afraid poor little me is quite lost..."
Conan: "Idiot. I can sense who you are from your presence alone."
Kaito Kid: "Oh, is that so. What happened to the turtleneck guy?"
Conan: "I had him go on ahead. Said I had something I needed to do."
Conan: "Wait - cough, cough - a smoke bomb?!"
Kaito Kid: "See you, detective. Our next meeting will be under the moonlight."
Conan: "Hey! Geez, what did he come here to do?"
What Do You Do On Your Days Off? (休日何してるの？)
Conan: "Speaking of which, what do you do on your days off?"
Akai: "Me? Why do you ask?"
Conan: "I just thought it'd be kinda questionable for you to spend all day at home..."
Akai: "I have no dearth of books to read in the mansion, after all..."
Conan: "Mm, well, I can't deny that..."
Akai: "I tend to cook a lot as well..."
Conan: "Right, the professor did say that you bring your homecooking over a lot."
Akai: "Aside from that, I clean and repair the house, I suppose."
Conan: "Sorry about the house being old and cluttered..."
Akai: "Why do you feel the need to apologize?"
Conan: "Huh?! ...Um..."
Akai: "Well, I'm doing more than just that, but... you don't need to know about that, boy..."
Conan: "Hey, hey, what are you doing in someone else's house?"
The Colour Black- Do You Like it? Hate It? (黒は好き？嫌い？)
Conan: "Hey, Akai-san. Do you wanna play this?"
Akai: "Oh? Othello, I see... I don't mind. It's a valuable opportunity to face off against you."
Conan: "Let's start with rock-paper-scissors. Rock, paper, scissors!"
Akai: "Hm, it appears I've won. I'll choose black, which goes first."
Conan: "Huh? Akai-san, you're fine with black?"
Akai: "Didn't I previously tell you that my favourite colour is black?"
Conan: "Did you...? Oh, you mean when the Mokubasou Apartments burnt down. B-But didn't you say 'if I had to pick one'? And that you hated black too?
Akai: "The colour black does hide all the parts of yourself you don't want others to see, after all."
Conan: "But you answered as Okiya-san back then, right? As yourself, the colour black- do you like it? Hate it?
Akai: "Well, who knows. Perhaps I'll tell you if you win against me in Othello."
Conan: "Can't say no to that!"
Jeet Kune Do (ジークンドー)
Akai: "There you go. Boy, I've finished applying the warm compress."
Conan: "Thank you, Akai-san... you were a huge help..."
Akai: "To think you'd come flying down from above while we were chasing a purse snatcher... you always take such risks."
Conan: "I'm sorry. There were a lot of people around, so I couldn't use my wristwatch or my soccer ball."
Akai: "I see. So it was beyond the abilities of your small body. At least you didn't involve anyone else in the incident- small mercies."
Conan: "Yeah, I'll be more careful from now on... Man, if only I could use Jeet Kune Do like you."
Akai: "Oh? You using Jeet Kune Do? That sounds rather amusing."
Conan: "Like, Holmes could use that martial art called 'bartitsu' too, right? So it's always been something I looked up to."
Conan: "Oh yeah, speaking of Jeet Kune Do, did you really send training videos to Sera-no-neechan?"
Akai: "Right, I did do that."
Conan: "I see~ so you really love your sister, huh?"
Akai: "I presumed she would be interested, given how she is."
Conan: "I wanna see you and Sera-no-neechan battle it out in a master-apprentice match someday."
Memories With Your Family (家族との思い出)
Akai: "Boy... I've brewed some coffee, so let's take a break."
Conan: "Thank you, Akai-san! Wow, it's already this late... I was reading for so long, my neck's all cricked... ouch..."
Akai: "Haha, you did appear to be concentrating quite deeply."
Conan: "Eheheh... oh right. Akai-san, do you like onsen-manju? Ayumi-chan brought some over as a souvenir from her family vacation."
Akai: "Oh? I'll gladly partake."
Conan: "...Speaking of which, have you ever gone on a family vacation?"
Akai: "Mm? Right... I'm not sure if I'd call it a family vacation, but I do recall we went to a beach once around a decade back... I met Masumi for the first time there."
Conan: "A-Ah, really...?"
Akai: "Well, it wasn't any kind of happy-go-lucky family time. I ended up garishly fighting it out with my mother."
Conan: "I-Is that so..."
Wanna Go Out? (ちょっと出かけない？)
Conan: "Agh, it's almost noon... geez, who's Ran going to meet...? The only guy I can ask for help is Akai-san at this point... ah! Akai-san is here!"
Conan: "Hey hey, Akai-san, wanna go out?"
Akai: "With you, boy? Where?"
Conan: "I want to get to a mall in the neighbouring town by noon..."
Akai: "I see, so you need a car..."
Conan: "Yeah... Kogoro-no-ojisan is glued to horse racing on the TV, and the professor says he won't be back until night..."
Akai: "So you've turned to me for help? But what do you need to buy at the mall?"
Conan: "I-I wanna read a new Holmes translation that came out recently! None of the book stores near here have it, so I wanna go to a mall and buy it at a big book store!"
Akai: "Hmph, if that's the case, then I'll accompany you."
Conan: "Thank goodness, thank you!"
Akai: "Then let's make haste, so we'll make it by noon... it's so you can see who she's meeting with, correct?"
Conan: "Huh...?!"
Akai: "If all you wanted was to buy a book, it wouldn't matter when we arrived. Am I wrong?"
Conan: "Urk... I'm counting on you!"
What's Under His Turtleneck? (タートルネックの下は？)
Okiya: "Hello, I came to retrieve my pot from yesterday..."
Conan: "Subaru-san! Huh, your pot from yesterday...? Did you share your food with them again?"
Okiya: "Oh, Conan-kun. You were here? Yes, I actually cooked the best stew I've ever made yesterday, so I thought I'd take the opportunity to share it with Professor Agasa and Haibara-san."
Haibara: "Yes, the vegetables weren't half-cooked, and the broth had soaked into them- but he boiled it for too long, and the potatoes were dissolving."
Okiya: "My, my, you're as harsh as ever."
Haibara: "And you're as turtleneck-clad as ever."
Conan: "That's because- the professor explained it before, yeah? Subaru-san must get cold easily!"
Haibara: "Why are you panicking, Edogawa-kun? All I said was 'you're as turtleneck-clad as ever.' Unless you're saying there is something under there?"
Conan: "So it is bothering you after all..."
Okiya: "Why does it bother you so much?"
Haibara: "Isn't it obvious? It's because you're trying to hide it."
Okiya: "I see. But unfortunately, I have no real reason for this turtleneck. It's as I told you- adults are sensitive to the cold. We aren't outdoor creatures like children."
Okiya: "Now then. I'll be taking my leave."
Haibara: "Hmph. Being sensitive to the cold isn't enough to explain it."
Conan: "Ha ha, Subaru-san might just like turtlenecks."
Haibara: "Well, fine. Out of respect for the stew, I won't press further for today."
I'd Expect No Less From Akai-san (さすが赤井さん)
Akai: "I appreciate it... thanks to you, boy, I didn't have to reveal my identity to Public Safety..."
Conan: "No worries. It wasn't all because of me... and no normal person could shoot from inside a wobbling vehicle at the tires of a car chasing them."
Akai: "Heh heh, I'll need to thank the owner of this home once again."
Conan: "It was a big pain when he started talking even though I was handling things on my side though..."
Conan: "Huh, Akai-san...? Where did you go?"
Ran: "Oh, Conan-kun... What are you doing here?"
Conan: "Geh! R-Ran-neechan?!"
Ran: "What do you mean by 'geh'? And weren't you talking with someone just now?"
Conan: "Y-Yeah! Someone was lost and wanted directions to the station..."
Ran: "Hm..."
Conan: "L-Let's go home! Uncle said he won at the pachinko machines today, so I'm sure we'll get to eat a feast!"
Ran: "That's true! Then let's go home right away! Conan-kun!"
Conan: (exhales) "That could've been bad... but wow, he sensed Ran's presence and disappeared first. I'd expect no less from Akai-san."
#detective conan#dcmk#akai shuuichi#edogawa conan#okiya subaru#furuya rei#amuro tooru#my translations#I'll translate rei's stories sometime too#there's just a lot of them too so it's a pain
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Hi! I am working on a story where one of the three protagonist has a burn scar. This character has from the eye to half their right cheek of a burn; this happened around 9 years ago (the character was 10.)
I am working on historical-fantasy setting, I know you guys are not historians but I was hoping you could help me out with ideas.
In my story, there is a few chapters where the characters go to a snowy mountain for a couple of days, and there are temperatures ranging from 20ºF to 10ºF with snow and harsh wind, is there any protection/possible cream needed for the face and the eye for that situation?
Also, around 10% of the story has fights that include armour (including a helmet to protect the face and the head,) would a character with that type of burn may need a special helmet?
Just to clarify, the character for most of the story doesn't have any mask or anything covering their face, except in the moments of battle where every other character is also using a helmet and armour.
Not sure if there is anything potentially problematic in this, but the character got that injury due to a baby dragon of the family accidentally burning his face (this is a society where dragons are like animals and common in the house.) Because it happened so many years ago there isn't any angst feeling or people in his community commenting about, except in a scene where the protagonists are talking about traumatic things and this character mentioned that they remember when it happened his parents were afraid he was not going to make it, not realizing he was hearing it.
There are other background characters with burns, scars and stumps due to the nature of this world, but I am concentrating in this protagonist right now.
Hi!
For weather this cold, your character would need a LOT of moisturizing creams. Possibly a comical amount. They would help to protect the skin from both the wind and cold. Burn scars don't have the natural oils, so his skin would be very dry normally, let alone during the winter. Even in normal temperatures, it's recommended to apply moisture multiple times a day. If something like sunscreen is available to your character, he would use it too (and often). Burns are sensitive to the sun, and some people use it even when it's cloudy. During the winter it's also commonly used because the snow reflects it. (As you said, I'm very much not a historian and I don't know what would work as non-modern equivalents... I assume that shea butter or olive oils could be on the table here? Certainly better than nothing. Or even just Magical Herb Mixture, if it's fantasy.)
As for the eye protection, I would say that most people in 20ºF to 10ºF (-6ºC to -12ºC) would need it, especially if it's both snowing and windy lol. I have experienced those temperatures and it can be hard to see even without extremely sensitive skin/eyes. But generally yes, harsh wind could be actively painful to someone with a burn scar. If it's too hard on him, he could wear some very loose cloth to cover it (prime example of a scenario where a face covering makes medical and just logical sense). It shouldn't be tight; maybe just a large hood or veil that would still be away from that part of their face.
Note: it could also not be painful at all. Burns come with nerve damage, and sometimes nerves make non-painful stimuli hurt really bad, and sometimes they make it so a person doesn't feel pain when they should. If your character is the second, they would bear it better at the time but still have all the other issues - skin breakdown, contraction, cracking, itching.
Not sure what other kind of eye protection would be available, but even regular glasses would help with the "not getting blasted with wind and snow" part. Make sure that with the protection he wears, it doesn't touch the scar directly. That can be extremely painful and cause skin to break in that kind of environment, especially if he's not a regular at the Snowy Mountain. If they are, they will handle it much better - scars get more or less desensitized with repetitive exposure.
For a helmet, I think having it padded from the inside would be a good idea. Preferably with something relatively smooth (maybe cloth or fur?) so that it doesn't scratch the burn. Potentially something to "stabilize" it (maybe their helmet could be custom-made for their exact head size?) so that it doesn't hit his scar over and over too if it's too large.
I appreciate that others characters wear helmets too, and that he does for only a minor part of the story :-) (smile emoji))
The backstory scenario sounds fine to me as well! House pet trying to play and causing an injury is definitely a thing when it comes to facial differences haha. I can imagine that it would be even more common if the pet in question is a dragon and not a regular dog.
Having multiple burn survivors in a world with fire-breathing creatures that live in human homes is a nice element of worldbuilding :) (smile emoji)! I think that if this kind of thing happens often, then some of the resources I mentioned (moisturizes, sunblock) would be more readily available for your main character and people in similar sets of circumstances.
Thank you for your ask, I hope it helped a bit!
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Real Skincare Guide
Level 1: breakouts, non-painful, a little scarring
Minimize your skincare routine, all you need is an oil cleanser (if you wear a lot of makeup) than a good foam cleanser, moisturizer, and sunscreen. Repeat the same routine before bed just without the sunscreen.
Wear sunscreen everyday!!!
Always apply more moisturizer than you think you need.
Drink a lot of water (2-3LT)
Get consistent sleep
Take a multi vitamins to balance your hormones. I recommend the One-A-Day Woman’s Vitamins (get a real pill cause the gummies don’t have enough iron)
Work on your stress (breathe work, meditate, journal, yoga, walks, going out with friends, therapy, etc)
Look at what body oils/shampoo/conditioner you are using. Could be your akin reacting poorly to something in there.
Level 2: consistant breakouts, acne, scarring
All the stuff for Level 1 apply.
Minimize your skincare routine and than slowly add back in stuff like hydrochloric acid and retinol. Having an elaborate skincare will just make your skin worse. First, focus on healing your skin barrier.
If you are a teenager, it just might be your hormones/growing pains. It will go away eventually.
Pimple Patches work and are especially good if you are trying to stop touching your face.
Wash your pillow cases every 1-2 weeks.
Try to sleep on your back.
If you pop a pimple than apply an antibiotic ointment.
No point in using anti-aging products if you are under the age of 25. It just won’t do anything for you.
Note that if you take in a lot of nicotine you will breakout. If you smoke and you have bad skin, it probably won’t improve unless you quit or lessen the dosage.
Level 3: painful consistent breakouts/acne/scars, redness, irritability, hurts,
Go see a dermatologist!
Acne is can be a real problem. If your acne is painful seek professional help.
If Accutane is recommended, than I would do it. Based only on the experiences of my friends, I have seen great results after a couple months. There are side effects and it is not for everyone but if a professional says you should than I might consider it.
No topical treatment is going to make those scars go away. You are going to need to laser resurfacing which is like this secret treatment rich people do to clear up their skin. It is expensive but really works. Beauty brands want you to think that the right cream can clear up your skin but if you have bad scarring you are only going to see real results with laser treatments
All of the above recommendations still apply
Your acne does not take away from your beauty or your worth as a human being. Remember that acne is normal and social media is fake.
Product Recommandations:
Disclaimer: Not every product will work for every skin type. Do your research for what will be beat for you!
Korean skincare! It is reliable to buy from yesstyle or Olive young. Don’t buy on amazon. (Japanese skincare is good too)
AESTURA Atobarrier 365 Cream
Ma:nyo Pure Cleansing Oil
Ma:nyo Bifida Biome Conplex Ampoule
Beauty of Joseon (sunscreen, eye cream, and serum)
Round Lab 1025 Dokdo Cleanser and Round Lab Birch Juice Sunscreen
Torriden Serum
KAHI Multi Balm
Anything from The Ordinary
CeraVe Daily Moisturizer
CeraVe SA Face Wash Cleanser
CeraVe Acne Foam Cleanser
CeraVe Resurfacing Retinol Face Serum
La Roche Posay spot treatment and soothing balm
EltaMD sunscreen
Soon Jung brand
Laniege Toner
Royal Honey propolis Essence
Aware Lip and Eye remover
TIRTIR- Centella Foam Cleanser
KAHI wrinkle bounce collagen mist
Real Calendula Toner Hyaluronic Toner Pads
Abeille Royale double R renew and repair serum 
Tom Ford Lip Balm
Rovectin activating treatment lotion
LA MER moisturizer
PanOxyl Acne Foaming wash
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The Queen’s Guard - Chapter 2: Seen
cw: dark themes, dubcon/noncon, *read at your own discretion*
word count: 2.7k
[<<< chapter 1]
The weeks had been exhausting, to say the least.
You were used to being pulled in a hundred directions everyday, used to being the face for the kingdom, put on show like a prize horse in your fanciest dresses and most dazzling jewels.
But, all you could think when you see your reflection is how heavy they feel; the faceted rubies and diamonds are just pretty chains to you, the uncomfortable whale-bone corset around your waist is a cage, the pounds and pounds of bright velvet and silks weigh you down, making your urge to flee a vain one.
I would never get far.. Though, if I jumped into the pond, I doubt they would ever be able to lift me out in time- would they say it was a tragic accident?
“My Queen.”
The brassy voice startles you from your own thoughts, your eyes meeting warm copper in the mirror image. They aren’t concerned, not really; if anything, you think you see the faintest hint of frustration in his shadowed expression,
“The King waits..”
Oh, right. You were still sat at your vanity, the boar-bristle brush still clutched between your fingers, your long waves hanging freely over your shoulder and back, body only covered in a flowing, white nightgown. And very suddenly, you’re too aware of just how exposed you are in your guard’s presence, too aware of how warm his gaze feels lingering on your skin before he looks away just as quickly.
“Thank you, Ser Simon..” You let your head fall forward, your hair covering the bloom of red that’s settled over your cheeks.
He’s been an attentive guard in his short tenure with you, and at times, you’ve found it quite eerie, the silent way he moves, the way his eyes track everything around you, how his mind and his senses could possibly be so intensely focused on everything all at once.
But, what unsettles you the most is how seen you feel.
The knight has this uncanny ability to read you, as if he were fluent in your body language, in every tiny expression that might possibly flash across your features at any given time. Such as when he sees the way your eyelids settle low over your eyes when you’ve grown weary of a particular conversation, or the way you clench and unclench your fingers when you become restless, the way your jaw flexes when you’re angry-
He’s quickly picked up on every little thing, and you’re still not sure if your find it annoying or are grateful for it,
“Elia?” You call for the young handmaid, her slight figure approaching quickly as Simon’s retreats, “If you’ll just set out my things, you’re free to enjoy the rest of your night.”
After your nights with the King, you preferred the comfort of solitude, preferred to take care of yourself afterward. And by now, it is just as much a part of this primal ritual as the act itself, and the more distant part of you almost looked forward to it- to the after- when you get to be alone.
Because you so rarely ever get to be thoroughly alone..
“Of course, Your Majesty.”
She goes about setting out the small basket of certain items you usually need to get through these nights, a vile of purified olive oil, fresh aloe vera and witch hazel for the times your King might have had a rough day beforehand- clean cloths, et cetera-
“Thank you.” You nod at Elia, giving her a soft smile before looking toward your guard to give him the same gesture; you were as ready as you could be, no sense in putting it off any longer.
As soon as your chambers door is pulled open, His Majesty himself sweeps in- and you just know he’s in a mood-
“Husband.. You look well.”
You notice the door hasn’t closed yet, looking beyond your husband’s slightly smaller frame to see Simon looking back at you- and you realize this is the first time he has been present for these nights, and the look in his eye is full of something..
He can’t possibly look angry, can he? No.. that’s absurd-
You give a small nod, watching how he regards you for a moment longer before returning the movement and closing the doors behind him.
Looking back at your King, it’s all too easy to forget that he’s a handsome man, with his sweeping dark hair and lean muscular build; but there’s something about the ice in his blue eyes that has always made you feel cold in his presence. Even when he steps closer, wide palms resting on your cheek and hip, you don’t really feel the heat of his touch, your body knows what’s coming, but, even so, it fails to find arousal.
“Ah, my pet.. beautiful as ever.”
You’re not sure ‘hate’ is the right word to describe his little name for you, because it doesn’t feel endearing or sweet in the slightest, the way he says it is demeaning and possessive. Like he wants to reiterate and reaffirm that you really are nothing more than bitch in heat for him- but that’s fine, you don’t really think you could handle it if he actually wanted to spend more time with you.
These few times themselves were hard enough to get through; and in the years since the first time he bedded you, you’ve been studious in learning how to work him up to get it over with sooner, rather than later-
“My King..” You drawl, reaching for the leather ties on his trousers, “How I’ve missed you.”
He pushes you down to your knees slowly, eyes never leaving your face, “Hmm.. What have you missed, sweet pet?”
His length falls into your hand easily, already fattening with need, and you’ve never seen anyone other than him like this, so you suppose he’s large- he fits in your palm nicely, your fingers wrapping around his shaft,
“This, my love..”
You look up at him with wide eyes, and watch his head roll back the moment the soft flesh of his tip slides through your lips-
This is how it always starts, and for all you know, this is really all there is to it. Because once you feel his cock twitch in your mouth, and his grip on your hair tightens painfully, you know it will be over soon.
Thank the fucking gods above.
Tugging you up and over toward the sprawling bed, he turns you, watching as you settle on your knees before him, the nightgown falling up your torso, ass in the air, just as he prefers.
Your back arches for his touch, and you bite into your bottom lip as he pushes into your heat- it’s tight and uncomfortable, but that never stops him, he simply leans down to grab the glass of oil before continuing at a brutal pace.
There are no noises made other than the lewd, rhythmic smack of skin against skin, and you’re not sure if it’s seconds or minutes before his breaths grow heavy, his grip becoming a bruising hold on your hips until he slams into you one final time- the familiar, slightly nauseating, warmth pulsing deep in your core as he fills you yet again.
And is it horrible that you now truly hope it takes?
Not because you want to give the wretched man a child, an heir, or that you want to see your belly grow distended and your tits swell into nothing more than a cow’s udder for his helpless babe; but because if it takes, that means you’ll be free of your wifely duties to him for a blissful nine months-
His hand comes down harshly on your bare buttcheek, the sharp pain causing you to gasp out a pitiful sound, followed by a nasally chuckle as he pulls out of your channel without ceremony- surely enjoying the way his spend dribbles down between your thighs as he does,
“How do you like your new guard? Quite the interesting choice you made.”
Yanking at your garments, you stand along with him, not bothering to meet his eyes as you speak,
“He’s fit in well. A proper shadow, as he should be, no?”
There’s a noncommittal sort of grunt made, the sound of leather straining as he ties the straps at his waist before stepping closer.
And what he does next, you really don’t know if he does it because he feels something, no, certainly not- or if he does it because he thinks it’s what you want, which you do not- but he leans down to take your lips. It’s always a harsh and clashing kiss, over just as quickly as the rest of it,
“He’s a protective shadow, isn’t he?”
A flare of anger courses through you at the sly and prodding comment, and it takes more than a deep breath to settle the surge of violence that burns through your gut.
But, your mouth has always seemed to move faster than your brain, unfortunately,
“Well that’s his job, isn’t it?” You shoot back, fingers tangled in your own hair as you twist it into a loose braid, “Pray tell, are you planning to kill this one, too, husband? A warning would be-”
Before you can properly react, a hot, searing pain explodes across your cheek- the force of his back handed slap rattles through your head, and a small whimper is all you give him before biting your tongue and casting your eyes down to the floor.
“You’d do well to mind that smart mouth of yours, wife. Maybe you should be focused on providing my kingdom an heir instead of your witty remarks..” His voice drops into a mocking tone as you flinch away from his touch, “You’ll do that for me, won’t you, pet?”
There’s a crack in the floor that consumes all your attention, but you still nod sweetly, “Of course, Sire.”
Too-wet lips push against your hairline, his palm settled at the nape of your neck, “Good girl..”
Praise has never felt so degrading than when it comes from him. It makes you want to crawl into yourself, hide away from the world-
Fuck, how did you ever get here. How could this possibly be your life? You remember the stories told to you as a little girl, practically memorized them- and this, these horrors were never written into your tales.
Or, perhaps, they were just conveniently left out..
Because you were so sure then, so sure if there was true love in this world, that if anyone would find it, it must be you, right? You had been betrothed to the King since you were just a babe, a perfect little girl born to unite your kingdoms in peace and prosperity-
Ha.. and look at you, now. Poor little Queen.. how foolish I was-
“Your Grace.”
Damn it…
You look towards the door, seeing the black clad figure blocking out nearly the entire width; and it’s only when he sees your face head on, that his body flinches forward- eyes widening behind the sharp angles of his helm.
Clearing your throat, you turn away from him, waving your hand, “I’m tired. And I’m sure your relief will be here soon, just go, Ser. I relieve you in his stead.”
“You’re bleedin’..”
His voice holds none of the usual harshness this time, and it’s like his words turn on the part of your brain that registers pain- hissing when your fingers graze over the deep split at the corner of your mouth.
There’s crimson on the very tip of your finger when you pull away, and the color seems too bright, too foreign in your eyes; the King had never struck you before, yet he managed to draw blood the very first time.
Was I really so weak, and simply never knew it?
A piece of cloth replaces where your fingers had been, and your next breath catches in the back of your throat from the unexpected contact, the surprising gentility in his touch. He’s close now, closer than he’s ever dared come- and you know you should be disgusted at his blatant lack of decorum, you should reprimand him and command him to leave; but, you don’t.
Instead, your eyes travel slowly, up and up the breadth of his armored chest and neck, until finally, you meet his eyes. They’re steady on your lips at first, but like every time before, they find yours quickly- his gaze just as intense as ever.
Gods, has he moved closer?
He’s close enough you can smell him now, his rich scent overwhelming you with each warm breath he exhales and you inhale. He smells like vetiver and steel, warm and cold, like the first frost of winter, and the first cup of spiced wine in the fall-
“Shall I call for your handmaid, My Queen?”
My Queen.. My Queen- it plays over and over in my head, always and only ever in his honeyed voice.. I hate it- no, I don’t.. but shouldn’t I?
It’s just.. He does not say it like the others- he doesn’t say it just out of respect and title, no- gods, it’s like he’s praying when he speaks those two measly words. There is devoutness in his tone and reverie in his gaze- But, that can’t be right. You are just upset right now, reeling from the night, from the week prior, and the weeks before that.
You’re simply imagining these things, giving importance where none is due. You just need to rest-
Tired, yes. That’s all.
“No..” You don’t mean to whisper, but his proximity steals your voice, “I’m fine.. Please- Go.”
Your neck is still craned looking up at him, your lips parted as you struggle to control your breaths, and maybe it’s the stupidest thing you could do, but you find yourself unable to stop. You let your fingers wrap over his gauntlet, not really pulling him away, but hoping he does it on his own- because you don’t think you could, you don’t think you really want to.
“Please..” You beg again, even quieter than before.
Simon gives a small sigh, his head tilting, eyes searching your face again- though, for what, you can’t be sure. But, after a slow blink, he takes one step back, then another, until he’s at your chamber’s door- and you’re forced to realize how painfully cold you feel in his absence.
“Sleep well, My Queen.”
Your knees buckle before the latch is even properly closed, the stone floor unforgiving as you all but collapse into yourself- trying so hard to be quiet, because you’re the Queen, and Queens do not sob, Queens do not let priceless rugs soak up their tears, or wish to drown in them, all the same.
The Queen should be grateful, should be proud of her station, of the gift bestowed upon her by her fortunate bloodlines.
Queens are strong, or they’re supposed to be. And you think you were strong once.. when the world still appeared beautiful and rosy in tint, when the promise of all the things that could be were still so bright and full of wonder.
You don’t consider yourself strong anymore. You feel like a ship without sails, listing dangerously in the stormy waters, entirely at the mercy of the sea. Waiting, just waiting for that one perfect rogue wave to capsize you, to wash you away into the nothingness-
But, truthfully, and it’s a truth you’ll never speak aloud, a truth that sits with you, hangs over you- you really don’t know how much longer you can stand to keep playing this charade of a life.
Not when the dark waters look so appetizing, so peaceful.
She doesn't know that her guard stays just beyond the thick wood, that he listens to her quiet sobs until he’s sure that she’s managed to cry herself to sleep.
It’s a haunting sound to him, for reasons he can’t explain or understand.
Because Simon Riley is not a good man, he is merciless and unkind, a woman weeping has surely never stopped him before- yet, with The Queen, the anguish and desperation in her cries claw at him, they dig themselves into his muscle and marrow.
He only ever wanted this position because he was truly tired, utterly weary and exhausted to his core-
But, His Queen.. she changed everything.
a/n: thank you for being here!
[Chapter 3 >>>]
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Dough
A/n: Was sitting in physics and said “what if chef!harry had smut” so heres some chef harry smut.
Summary: chef harry is gonna miss you. Some angst smut???
TW: sex and a possible sanitation problem
The noise form bustling streets usually lulled you to sleep; you were use to the constant sirens, horns, people yelling. It all just seemed background noise. Yet, the loud start of a siren woke you from your sleep. The siren continued for a few blocks. You instinctively moved towards Harry’s side, your arms prepared to wrap around him. Though, you were met with empty sheets. You groggily, sat up, eyes adjusting to the dark room with only the yellow light from the street coming through. There was no sign of the man. You called out to him, yet was met with only silence. Shifting to your feet, you walked towards the kitchen. Still there was no sign of him there.
Rubbing your eyes, you grabbed your keys off the coffee table. Coming into the chilly air, you walked only a block to the restaurant. You knew Harry had a habit of coming in at ungodly hours when he was stressed, excusing it to having to bake fresh bread for the next day. Your eyes burned at the fluorescent lighting of the kitchen, hearing the dull volume of FleetWood Mac. Harry stood at the metal counter in the center of the kitchen. His hands covered in flour, as the white shirt he was wearing tighten around his biceps with each knead. “Harry what time is it?”
“Dunno, I got in around 3.” His eyes stayed on the dough. “What are you doing here? You were still snoring when I left.”
“Couldn’t sleep and I guess you couldn’t either.” You leaned against the cold tiled wall.
“Nope.”
“What’s got you up?” You crossed your arms over your chest.
He makes a face. “Well I wanted to make sure Joel closed properly.” He paused. “He did not. So I made sure all the dishes were cleaned, inventory was accounted for, and now I’m making the bread for today.” He turned to you with a sigh, his coming towards your body. “I swear I don’t think I could ever replace you.”
“Well I could have told you that. I’m the best you’ll ever get,” you teased, biting your lip.
“What time is you flight?” He asked, his eyes going back to the dough.
“Around 2.” You answered, your eyes coming to the ground.
“And then you’re off.” He moved the dough to large metal bowl, his hands now sticky with dough bits all over his hands. “To Paris. For pastries.” He walked over to the sink, scrubbing off the excess pieces from his hands.
“Harry,” you plea. You leave the wall, coming behind him. You wrap your arms around his waist, your cheek coming to his back.
“I’m allowed to be sad. I mean I’m happy for you but I’m still sad.” He continued to rinse his already clean hands. Harry and you stood there for a moment, just the two of you. You memorizing his skin and him doing the same.
“Is there anything I can do to cheer up up?” You offer with a cheeky grin trying to cut the sadness.
He chuckles, “didn’t you already cheer me up last night?”
“Well you’re still sad so clearly you need a bit more.”
He turns around coming to face you. He scoffs.“Baby I have things to do,” he pushes past towards some other kitchen station. “And Joel forgot to stock the olive oil bottles for the table. I swear this man.” His back is turned to you once again, completely in his own world.
You twist your lips to side completely ignoring Harry’s comment. You decide to lift your top over your head, completely exposing your chest to the cold air of the kitchen. Your nipples hardening as your breasts became littered with goosebumps. Coming closer to Harry you wrap your arms around him again. “This will only take a minute,” you say your tongue teasing his ear; your hips gently grinding against his butt.
Harry turns around, eyes widening at the site of your bare chest. Upon seeing them, he just wants to bury his head in them while sucking them while doing more. There was always more he wanted and often got frustrated by his own limitations. But he shakes his head. “You’re gonna get cold doing that,” he says his head coming low as he walked over to the opposite end of the kitchen. “Now where the hell is that olive oil.”
“Oh Harry come on. Please baby, I should have you as many times before I go. Don’t ya think?” You play with your hair while jutting our your breasts. You cross your legs in an attempt to ease the ache between your legs. Harry seems to not pay any attention towards you.
“I’ve found it!” He exclaims, going back to the original station.
“Harry,” you plead.
“Baby, I have to fix this disaster of a kitchen,” he explains yet it’s still not good enough for you.
Coming closer to him, you turned yourself over bending over the metal counter, feeling the cold metal on your skin. Your ass sticking out to interest him. “Hmmm,” you hummed, trying to grab his attention.
“Baby don’t do that,” he said his eyes scanning over you. His hands still full of bottles.
“Why?” You said, jutting out your lip slightly.
He put down the bottles coming closer to you. “Because I’m gonna suck those tits of yours and I don’t know how well Joel cleaned the table.” He smiled at you, his arms pulling you off the counter.
“Good point,” you laugh coming off the counter. Harry stands in front of you, only a few inches between you. You feel almost silly in front of him as his tall frame hovers over you. The sexual tension beginning to leave. You laugh almost to ease the awkwardness and Harry follows in suit. “Okay, well I’ll leave you to it.” You say, slipping away to grab your shirt.
Harry grabs your hand, catching you from leaving him completely. “Come here.” He pulled you in closer to him, pressing you against his chest. You took a deep breath, breathing in his scent. He smelled of rosemary and stale olive oil and felt warm against you. It was comforting and reminded you of his soft bedsheets and how it felt when you woke up in his arms. “I love you y/n,” he spoke.
“I love you, too.” You began to feel a warm feeling in your chest as you skin started to crave his. Wanting to feel every rough callus, every soft piece of skin, the way his lips felt on yours. All of it. You tilted your head upwards your lips looking for his. He met yours, allowing each other to melt into each other. Harry’s hands pressed you into him, allowing him to fully engulf you. His mouth opened slightly, allowing your tongue to slip through. He moaned at the arrival. Your hand came to his hair, your fingers lacing them through the dark threads.
Harry pulled away and smiled. “Okay we can either go to my office or go back to the bed. Though, I don’t know if I can make the block,” he chuckled, his lips attaching themselves to your neck.
“Hmm, I think one last rendezvous in the office is the perfect goodbye.”
“Perfect,” he repeated back. Harry in one swift motion, threw you over his shoulder. You out a giggle at the quickness of him. Harry walking towards the office, turn his head letting his teeth sink into the flesh of your thigh. You shrieked at the feeling of his teeth, knowing there would be a mark. He released his bite, settling you on his dark mahogany desk. Harry lowered himself to his knees. His face becoming level with your pussy, his finger itching to hook themselves into your waist band.
“You always go down on me. Shouldn’t I return the favor?” You bat your eyelashes at him.
“Baby, you’ve returned many favors and besides,” he raises himself. Leaning his mouth to your ear, “I much rather cum in that delicious pussy than your mouth.” You couldn’t help but blush. Harry came down back to knees, pulling your shorts down, hanging your legs off his shoulders. Harry attached himself at the sensitive area, starting in large broad movements with his tongue. Just to ease you in. You leaned your weight on your hands which anchored themselves behind you; throwing your head back. Once Harry felt your pussy become soaking wet from his salvia and your juices, his tongue make jagged quick flicks against your clit. The instant hits of sensitivity not only make your stomach suck in harshly but left you letting out shallow stammers.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” you breathed out in quick breaths. You could feel yourself climbing the mountain of pleasure, feeling the peak close by. “Harry I think I’m gonna cum soon!” You yelled, your legs spreading even wider. You expected Harry to pull away wanting to take you close to your edge, yet he didn’t. He stayed in the exact place. Suddenly, you felt the wave hit you. Your body flooding with complete pleasure, your legs caving back in. “Harry I’m cumming,” you moaned out.
Even as your body came down, Harry kept his mouth on you. His mouth lapping, every inch of you. He wanted to remember exactly how you tasted. He finally removed himself from you, his mouth shiny in the dim lighting. “I wanted to taste you. All of you.” He came closer you, only an inch between you. His face stayed on yours, while his fingers went back to your wet clit. You shuddered at the feeling of his finger. It rubbed in small circles. You looked in Harry’s eyes, they looked straight at you, fully concentrating on you. “I want you to turn around, letting me take you however I want.”
His hand turned your body around, pushing you down. You could feel your pussy beginning to ache for him again. You could hear Harry fiddling with his pants. You drew a breath inward, as you felt him push in. Harry gave an audible whimper feeling your warmth. Even though he was in the same place only a few hours prior, he still missed the feeling of you. Harry’s hand stayed on your hips, moving them in rhythm with his. Harry tossed his head back, his eyes closing, losing himself in the moment. One of his hands began to travel towards your core. Maneuvering so they had access to your clit. His fingers moved in a concentrated circle. Your body reacted with another steady climb of pleasure again. He moved his body forward. You could feel his clothed chest against your back. His hips began to move in fast movements. Knowing Harry, this meant he was close. Both of you climbing your own’s highs together. One of Harry’s hands came away from your skin only to be met with it again with a hard smack on your ass. Harry grunted, his movements becoming more aggressive. His hips smashing into yours. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna-” Harry strung out before moaning loudly. His hips slowly down, his heart racing. His forehead had a sheen of sweat layering it as beads of sweat rolled down his back. Harry pulled himself out of you, your body shocked at the lack of him. You turned around, seeing Harry trying to catch his breath. You pulled him into you, cupping his face and kissing him gently. His skin was hot and wet and his lips tasted of you and salt. “Did you?”
“Don’t worry about it.” You shook your head, eyes softening as Harry’s eyelids started to become heavy.
“Shit, I’m sorry. Should I finger you or something?” His eyes lit up, always wanting to please you.
“No, let’s just get back to bed.”
Harry hummed in agreement his body slumping into yours. It seemed his work would be left for Joel in the morning.
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Harry insisted on driving you. Even though he hated traffic and being away from the restaurant, he still insisted he was the one to see you off. He even paid for parking just so he could walk with you. “Do you have everything? Passport? Toothbrush?” He asked, handing you the bag from his shoulder.
“Yeah and besides I can always pick up a french toothbrush.” You say, smiling at him.
“Hey I hear those are completely different.” There was nice moment of silence between you. Each of you looking at each other. “I’m gonna miss you a lot.” You saw the water forming in his eyes. Harry hated crying in public. “Fuck, I told myself I was not going to cry.” You felt your own eyes beginning to swell.
“Hey, this isn’t the end.” You comforted, your finger coming to swipe his tear. Your hand came behind his head, pushing it towards you. You leaned your lips to his forehead. “I love you.” You whispered again. Harry only nodded.
“I love you, too.” You pulled away. Both of you taking a deep breath, before you grabbed each one of your bags. You gave a weak smile, offering a shy wave and Harry doing the same. “Bye.” You mouthed and him doing the same.
Harry watched you disappear in the crowd of people, slowly losing your figure till it all became a blur.
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*kisses you gently and ever so sweetly* for the baby blurbs, maybe something with steve and reader making dinner together?
thank you for your request! fem!reader
Steve smiles at you though you aren't looking at him, enthralled. The sunlight from the setting sun washes over your face through the open window, hyacinth from the garden floating in on the breeze. Your eyes are closed. The sun must feel good against your skin.
Steve looks down at the vegetables he'd been slicing and tips the chopping board up on one end, encouraging them on the baking sheet you've laid out for him. Carrot and potato batons scatter over wax parchment. He separates them with his fingers.
"Olive oil or butter?" he asks.
You pull the colander from the sink where you'd been washing the pre-chopped heads of baby broccolis. "What?"
"What do you want to put on the vegetables, miss daydream?"
"That's bad," you say through laughter, "you could've just called me baby, spared us both the embarrassment."
"Hey, I know how to use this," he says, gesturing at you with his knife vaguely.
You tip the baby broccolis on the parchment and rest your head against his arm. Your lashes flutter against his sleeve, and your lips are warm and sweet when you press a dainty kiss to the muscle of his bicep. Your lips close against his skin near absentmindedly.
"Butter," you say decidedly. "And salt. Paprika?"
"Paprika doesn't taste like anything."
He lets his cheek fall into your hair. He can practically feel you rolling your eyes. "It does."
"Doesn't."
"It does!" you protest. "It's smoky."
"It does taste like something, actually. It tastes red."
You turn your head to smile at him, and your smile is made up of a sticky fondness, love in ten different shades. Your lips part slowly over your teeth, the tiniest hint of them peeking out. You look so happy.
"It does taste red. Do we want our vegetables to taste red?" you ask, grinning.
"Absolutely we do."
You make a sound somewhere between a laugh and a hum and leave his side to grab the butter and the chicken wings from the fridge. You insist on doing the rest by yourself because it only needs one pair of hands, but Steve doesn't want to leave you in here alone. He leans against the sink and watches you move, eyes on your hands, your wrists, your shoulders moving underneath the fabric of your loose t-shirt.
"You're so beautiful," he says steadily.
"Do I detect a hint of smugness there, Harrington?"
"Shouldn't I be?" He crosses his arms over his chest, letting out a slow whistle. "Damn, they let you walk around like that?"
You wash your hands. When you turn to him, it's with enough lust in your eyes to kill a man, and you walk up to him with surety. You pull your chin up high and gaze into his eyes so deeply he's sure you're seeing his goddamn soul. Your arms settle lazily over his shoulders.
"They do, but… you could keep me, if you wanted."
He amazes himself when he responds. "Thought I was already keeping you?"
You inch toward his lips slowly. Steve closes his eyes. "You," you say, your breath warming his lips, "can keep me anyday you like, handsome."
You bring your hands into his hair. Steve's kissing you open-mouthed before he realises they're very, very wet.
He pulls back. Your lips, shining with a slight sheen of spit, twist into a smirk. "What?" you ask innocently.
He pulls you back in. Whatever. He'll get revenge after dinner.
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Forbidden Fervor
Summary: Douse the fervor raging within, bestow upon me the forbidden release, frigid and honed, dripping with crimson... Let it carve through my dread as relentlessly as time erodes the vigor from an aged soul.
A/N: yo, idk what happened here.. i saw the inspo and we dove headfirst. i’m so very sure old man nasty spirit possessed me or something cause idk how i wrote this.. but yeah enjoy the filth i guess? lmfao.. also, i did use some of the famous lines from the show/books—specifically the scene where he stabby stab the pink little man at the brothel just because :3 the rest tho are the whispers of my little brain hehehoho
Pairing: Oberyn Martell × OFC from WoV
Rating: E (18+ only)
Content: established relationship (marriage); canonical racism (against dornish people); threat of assault (nothing happens); we hate Lannisters in this house; protective!Oberyn; depiction of injury/attack; use of weapons (dagger); Wet and Wanting™️; primal urges, kinda sorta; a hint of possessive!Oberyn; inappropriate use of weapons; dagger riding (don’t look at me); unprotected p in v; creampie (the man has a breeding kink what can i say?); quoting mr. darcy
WC: 1.9K
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A grand retinue accompanied Prince Oberyn Martell and his wife Nala on their journey north to attend the wedding of Lord Stark's eldest son. The journey was replete with delightful surprises and, regrettably, some less pleasant ones. One of their travel days found them lodged in an inn nestled amidst the forested lands of the North. The weather was cold and crisp, the air dry and biting, causing Oberyn to grumble about the layers of clothing encasing his form. Nala found his discomfort amusing—this man is averse to decency.
As they were enjoying their meal in the inn, a trio of golden-haired men strode in, their disdainful expressions evident as they cast disparaging glances at the other patrons. Murmuring curses under their breath, they took a seat at a nearby table, much to the discomfort of those around them. Nala sensed the tension in the air, recognizing the unmistakable look of Lannisters. She knew all too well her husband's scorn for them. Desperate to diffuse the situation, she attempted to divert his attention away from them, whispering softly, “My love, look at me,” noticing his gaze fixed upon them with obvious contempt.
The Lannister men, oblivious to her attempt to diffuse the tension, noticed her caress on his thigh and exchanged mocking remarks amongst themselves. “Why does such beauty consort with that Dornish bastard?” one of them jeered, his laughter echoing loudly in the room. “This whore should try to get with a real cock... a Lannister one,” another added, patting his bulge and leering at her. “Just give him a shaved goat and an olive oil bottle and be done with it,” the third chimed in before all three joined in uproarious laughter.
Nala could feel the blood charring beneath her skin, her heart pounding in her ribcage as she dreaded her husband's reaction to the insults. She observed the vein running through his neck pulsating beneath his golden skin, indicating the rage boiling within him. Despite his efforts to conceal it, a smirk tinged with bitterness adorned his face, masking the fury that simmered beneath the surface.
With graceful poise, he rose from his seat, his hand drifting toward the dagger secured at his hip—a weapon fashioned in the likeness of two intertwined vipers; its smooth, golden surface gleaming in the dim light of the inn. Slowly and deliberately, he approached their table, his gaze locking onto the perpetrator who had called his wife a whore.
Oberyn's tongue clicked disapprovingly as he addressed the men, his tone dripping with mockery. “Do you know why the world despises a Lannister?” he quipped, his words laden with scorn. “You believe your wealth, your lions, and your gilded pride make you superior to all.” The Lannister men exchanged smug glances, sharing a condescending chuckle amongst themselves. One of the trio stealthily reached for his sword, attempting to draw it from its sheath without detection. Yet, unbeknownst to them, he noticed—he always does.
“May I tell you a secret?” Oberyn continued, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. “You're not a golden lion. You're just a pink little man who is far too slow on the draw.” With a swift motion, he unsheathed his dagger and plunged it into the hand of the man who had insulted his wife, the same hand he had earlier used to pat his cock. Piercing between the carpals of that hand, it now lay on the table. The man let out a guttural wail, paralyzed in his place as the dagger twisted amidst flesh, bone, and veins.
“When I pull my blade, your friend starts bleeding,” Oberyn stated calmly, a smirk playing on his lips. “Quite a lot, I'm afraid. So many veins in the wrist.” He observed the man writhing in pain before turning his gaze back to the other Lannister. “He'll live if you get him help straight away,” he added mockingly, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Decisions,” Oberyn remarked, his head tilting slightly as his gaze shifted to the bleeding man again. “And when you speak of a dornish princess—my wife—you will address her as ‘your highness,’” he continued, his tone carrying a dangerous edge. “Lest you wish for me to sever your tongue at its root.”
He withdrew his dagger from the man’s hand, the Dornish soldiers surrounding him, swords and spears at the ready. One of them addressed him, “What shall we do with them, Your Highness?”
“Nothing,” Oberyn replied calmly, wiping the blood from his dagger with the end of his shawl. "I reckon they've learned a lesson or two about manners from the Dornish, and I expect they'll find their own way out.” With a dismissive wave, he turned to walk toward Nala, who stood frozen with fear, wide-eyed, and breathing shakily.
“Apologies, my love,” he said tenderly, encircling his arms around her waist and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Nestling her gently in his embrace, as though she were the most delicate of blossoms.
Ever the viper; deadly, dangerous, unpredictable... and mine.
A familiar primal heat stirred within her, much to her chagrin as she cursed herself for succumbing to it.
Gods be good, this shouldn’t ignite a fire within me and make me crave him and the dagger he wielded in my defense.
She kissed him with fervor, her hands caressing his face, yearning to melt into him and merge with him completely. As they parted, both breathless, he chuckled softly. "I see you enjoyed that, princess?" he whispered, prompting a blush to bloom across her cheeks—was I too obvious?
He pulled out the chair for her to resume her place at the table, a gallant gesture amidst the chaos caused by the departing Lannisters, who left mutilated and humiliated.
Throughout the meal, Nala’s gaze remained fixed on Oberyn, her desire for him evident in her unwavering stare. Yet, her eyes also flickered occasionally to the dagger sheathed at his side, her longing palpable. Catching her subtle glances, Oberyn couldn't help but tease her with a smirk. “My love, you are eyeing that dagger as if it were your lover,” he quipped, his tone playful and suggestive.
She regarded him incredulously, her expression stern, before a laugh escaped her lips, unable to resist his irreverence. “What? People engage in all forms of pleasure,” he remarked casually, a hint of mischief in his tone. “I’d be curious to witness you attempting one of these forms, my love,” he added, raising an eyebrow, his smirk unyielding—the infamous smirk that both infuriated and delighted her.
“How in the Seven Hells would I engage in such forms, Oberyn?" she retorted, her tone a blend of amusement and exasperation, unsure whether to marvel at his wit or roll her eyes at his audacity.
He chuckled, unfazed, and resumed his meal, prompting her to shake her head in bemusement before following suit, both indulging in their food as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
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As they retired to their chambers, the earlier unpleasant encounter and their playful banter lingered in her mind, unable to shake off the eagerness she felt for him.
Not surprisingly, he seemed equally consumed by their earlier conversation. Upon entering their room and securing the door behind them, he immediately closed the distance between them, kissing her hungrily. His hands roamed over her body, gripping her ass firmly, igniting a fire within her and causing desire to pool between her thighs.
Breaking away from their passionate embrace, he strode to the bed and plunged his dagger into the mattress, securing it firmly in place. Only the gleaming, serpent-shaped handle remained visible.
"What... what are you doing?" Nala inquired, perplexed by his actions.
“I long to see you mount it," he declared simply, taking a seat on the wooden chair facing the bed.
"Mount it how?" she questioned, furrowing her brow in confusion.
"Like you mount my cock every night," he replied with a crooked smile.
She stood in stunned silence, her thoughts swirling with a mixture of surprise and anticipation. The unexpected request from her husband both startled her and ignited a flicker of excitement deep within her. It was not uncommon for him to embrace unconventional pleasures, to seek out new experiences in their intimate moments together.
She offered a gentle smile before beginning to shed her dress, letting the fabric cascade down her form like water, revealing the delicate curve of her clavicle, the supple swell of her breasts and their hardened peaks, her glistening cunt between her thighs, before finally pooling at her feet.
His gaze lingered upon her with a hunger that seemed to devour her, as if he yearned to possess this beauty solely for himself, to adore… to pleasure and treasure... wholly and entirely his.
She moved with grace toward the bed, settling and facing him, her eyes fixed on the dagger embedded in the mattress before her. It was the very same dagger he wielded to protect her, a silent warning to any who dared to show her disrespect.
She lifted herself slightly before sinking into it, feeling the cold metal filling her searing flesh. Her eyes closed, lips parting as she relished the peculiar sensation, the ridges of the handle gliding against her inner walls, deliciously. It was unfamiliar yet pleasing, strangely fitting. She quickened her pace, with each rise and fall, soft moans escaping her lips and filling the room. Her breasts bounced with each movement, a testament to the pleasure coursing through her.
Oberyn watched her with an insatiable hunger, enchanted by her allure. She accepted his offerings eagerly, with devotion, her yearning unwavering as she sought to be filled with everything that was his. Whether his fingers, his cock, or even his dagger, she embraced it all, an extension of him in every way.
He felt the bulge in his breeches grow bigger, his cock throbbing painfully with desire, yearning to pierce that sweet cunt of hers, to fill her with his seed over and over again til it takes. He longed to hear her soft moans as he pushed her to the brink of bliss, feeling her warm, wet, and wanting in his embrace.
He freed his hardened cock, his hand beginning to caress it with slow, deliberate strokes, as she mounted his dagger with unyielding ardor, deriving her pleasure from it. Her gaze met his, lethal and luring, eyes that could have felled him had she not been his.
Her movements became erratic, her moans blending into strained whimpers. She slipped her hand down frantically to circle her soaked clit, driving her closer to her release. Collapsing onto the mattress, she murmured his name, her thighs trembling with pleasure.
Rising from his seat, he approached her, cradled her languid form, and moved her to the center of the bed, laying her on her back. He spread her thighs apart, watching her clenching sex seep her release, delicately. He nudged the head of his cock to her entrance. Her cunt sucked him in effortlessly, eliciting a soft whine from her lips as he filled her. He laid atop her, his weight offering a comforting warmth she had always longed for, drawing her closer to him before thrusting into her fervently.
Mine, my love, mine… all fucking mine, the Others take them all.
He nipped at the tender flesh of her breasts and shoulder, his warmth flooding her as he spilled his cum deep within her, his breath ragged.
After their heaving chests stilled, she gently raised her hand to brush the damp curls from his forehead, meeting his gaze. “I love you most ardently, my fierce viper,” she whispered.
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bedtime shenanigans<3
“Eddie?” You poked his back, over and over against his bare skin. “Eddie, wake up. I wanna ask you somethin’.”
He grumbled in his sleep, twitching at your pokes.
“Eddie!” You hissed, giving him a shove that jolted him awake.
“Huh? Wh- who is it?” He twisted around with wild bed hair, eyes still half closed.
“It’s me!” You giggled. “Who else would it be?”
He was already falling back down to his pillow, not able to stay up. He muttered something under his breath that you couldn’t hear. “Hey- I said I gotta ask you a question!” Your squeaky tone made his eyes shoot open, blindly rapidly up at you as he tried to adjust to reality.
“What- what time is it?” He yawned, fishing for his lost blanket.
“I think I figured out what I want our halloween costumes to be.” You smiled, resting on your elbow. “Popeye and olive oil!”
He was too tired to barely register what you were saying, just nodding along and giving a small twitch of his lips. “That’s nice…nice, nice.” He lowered himself back down, already back asleep.
“Hey!” You shook him, drawing a surprised gasp as he shot back up.
“Who is it?!” He looked around quickly, grasping his pillow.
“For the love of god, Edward,” You rolled your eyes, grabbing the pillow and placing it back down. “I’m bored! Wake up so you can entertain me.”
A loud, whiny groan left him as he squeezed his eyes shut, finally starting to come to his senses. “Fuck off.” He buried himself face first into the pillows.
“Wow.” You scoffed, lowering yourself so you could lay on his bare back. “We should watch The Labyrinth again! I can make us popcorn!”
You only heard muffled sounds.
“I can’t hear you, Ed’s.”
He turned his cheek to poke out his lips. “Too late for musicals.” He said hoarsely, reaching back to try and get you off him. “Go t’ sleep.”
You scowled as your allowed him to shove yourself off him, crossing your arms as you stared up at the ceiling. Perhaps it was cruel to keep him awake, but you loved teasing him when he was asleep. “Would you still love me if I was an anaconda?”
“Where!” He screamed, causing you to do the same as you both shot up. “Fuck, where, y/n!”
“Christ, calm down!” You heaved, grabbing his shoulders. “There’s no snake, Eddie, Jesus!”
He was huffing and puffing fearfully, backed up against the headboard in a delirious state of sleep and confusion. He gave you an incredulous look. “Then why the hell would you say there was!”
“I didn’t!” You exasperated. “I asked if you would still love me if I was one.”
His eyes tripled in size. “Absolutely not!” He shook his head wildly.
You gasped. “Eddie! But I’d love you!”
He scoffed, bringing the blanket to his chest. “That’s great! But I ain’t loving you, sweetheart. I don’t fuck with snakes and I- what the fuck, it’s three o’clock in the morning!” He screeched, pointing to the clock. “The hell you asking me all this shit for! I’m trying to sleep for god sakes!”
“Well, hell!” You threw your arms up. “Forgive me for wanting to talk to my boyfriend! I’m heart broken, Eddie! You don’t even love me anymore!” You playfully pouted.
“No, I said I wouldn’t love you as an anaconda, y/n.” He pointed his finger at you. “Not that I don’t love you. There’s a big difference.”
You pursed your lips and gave him a glare, and he matched the expression, grabbing your chin to pull you close and plant a firm kiss on your lips.
“No there isn’t.” You mumbled.
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Medicinal Remedies
Medicinal Remedies-- This is a LONG one!
NOTE: This article is about 20 of my favorite medicinal healing herbs to grow in most garden areas and types of soil. There are 100’s more, though, that I just couldn’t include because of space. Enjoy this rundown of 20 of my favorites.
1) Calendula:
Calendula is one of my top five favorite herbs of all time. It's sunny yellow or orange face can't help but make me smile. In summer time, it grows like crazy, just about anywhere, and like other flowers, the bees love it.
Calendula has some super skin healing and strengthening properties, and I always have some infusing in olive oil in a sunny window for use in salves, soaps, and other body products.
Calendula is also edible, and it's so fun to toss some blooms in your salad! It really brightens things up and adds excellent color. I love Calendula.
Calendula just makes you smile.
2) Cayenne:
Here is another herb I think should be in every garden. Cayenne is a very hot and pretty red pepper with some excellent culinary uses for adding spice to foods.
It's also great for helping with circulatory problems, can be used to help stop bleeding since it's a hemostatic herb, and has been shown to be useful in helping slow or even stop a heart attack until help can arrive.
It's also a very attractive plant, and the bright red of the pepper is just gorgeous mixed Into the dark green of the plant's leaves. This is one herb you should definitely grow if you can, and have handy in your herbal medicine chest.
Cayenne grows like crazy, especially in warmer climates. They dry well, too.
3) Chamomile:
Like Lavender, what would an herbal garden be without sweet Chamomile? It's honey scent and sweet taste are an absolute pleasure. Besides that....Chamomile is a popular relaxant and mild sedative herb.
Need to de-stress? Drink a bit of Chamomile tea!
Chamomile is also useful as an anti-inflammatory, as it contains high levels of azulene. It helps with pain relief, including for arthritis. If you are heading to bed and are bothered by mild pain, try drinking some chamomile tea! In one clinical study, this helped 10 out of 12 people fall into a restful sleep. (Gladstar)
Growing Chamomile can be tricky in very hot climates. It likes full sun, but a cooler climate. Chamomile is also best grown in less maintained soil and doesn't need the rich fertilization other plants require.
4) Chickweed:
Chickweed is another one of those "weeds" that is completely misunderstood and has some excellent medicinal qualities.
It's Latin name, (stellaria) means "star," and that is because of its small, pretty starlike white flowers. It's easy to grow, and has many uses.
Chickweed supports liver and kidney health due to its high nutrition and diuretic properties. It's also wonderful in salves for healing skin issues, including rashes, eczema, and very dry skin.
Chickweed is a great diuretic and blood purifier.
5) Dandelion:
This prolific weed, as some people see when they notice Dandelion in their yard, is actually a powerfully helpful medicinal herb! Dandelion is terrific for your liver and kidney health, having diuretic properties.
It's also an edible plant! You can roast the roots and add it to teas and even your coffee for a delicious flavor that also packs a healthy punch. The leaves can be eaten in salads and other foods.
6) Feverfew:
Feverfew has lovely white flowers and at least where I live, is rather invasive. I don't mind, though, because it has a great number of medicinal benefits.
As its name connotes, feverfew is helpful with reducing fevers. Most recently, however, feverfew has become rather well-known for helping with migraines, both preventing and reducing the intensity and time.
One of my favorite teas to provide for people who suffer from migraines is: 1 part feverfew, 1 part spearmint, and 1 part lemon balm. This is a soothing, nervine combination, that along with the powers of feverfew, can be used as daily tonic.
Feverfew is also great for minor bug bites. Just apply the tincture topically. Since it has mild pain relieving properties, it will help with the discomfort too.
7) Garlic:
Garlic is one of the BEST all around medicinal herbs anyone can grow, in my opinion. It's useful for treating colds, flus, sore throats, and digestive issues. Garlic boosts the immune system by increasing and stimulating the production of white blood cells.
Garlic is antiseptic, anti-bacterial, and vermifuge (kills parasites). It is also useful as a blood purifier and helps promote healthy circulation. It may also help regulate blood sugar levels in those with type 2 diabetes.
Besides all these wonderful benefits, garlic is delicious! It's added to so many foods and dishes because of the flavor it imparts. Granted, using garlic medicinally is different than in culinary uses, but if you really want to "eat thy medicine," as Hippocrates famously stated, garlic is a great place to start.
8) Ginger:
Oh, what would the herb world be without Ginger? This sweet and spicy pungent herb is actually a rhizome, not a root, as many believe. The useful part grows under ground, so is often confused.
Ginger is stimulating and is a great additive for teas, tinctures, and fermented foods, as well as culinary uses. Ginger is anti-inflammatory, decongesting, and increases circulation, promoting warmth. Ginger is also excellent for flatulence and stomach issues, including nausea.
Ginger likes a tropical environment---hot and humid. Therefore, unless you live down South, Ginger would most likely need to be grown in a green house.
9) Lavender:
What would the herbal world be without lavender? It's good for SO many things. Lavender smells wonderful, the bees love it, it's great for medicinal uses, AND it's a gorgeous flower. Lavender is useful for air freshening and cleaning the air or freshening closed up places such as drawers. It's popular in sachets for this reason.
Lavender is actually relatively hardy, growing well in Zones 5 through 8. If you are in a colder zone, be sure to plant your lavender in an area where it will get plenty of sunshine and be as warm as possible. If your winters are rough, you'll need to provide your lavender with some type of protection, especially from harsh winds.
I had some planted in pots here in the mountains, and it did very well all summer long. Even through snows, it was fine. But we get wind speeds over 125 miles an hour at times, and lavender just didn't last through that. Not much will, I guess.
Lavender is useful for so many things---AND it smells incredible.
10) Lemon Balm:
Lemon Balm....I LOVE this species of mint. It smells lovely, the bees love it, and it grows well nearly everywhere. Lemon Balm has a pleasant lemony taste and is a great additive in herbal teas, both for the nutritive value as well as the soothing nature and relaxing effects it has on the body.
11) Marshmallow:
This probably isn't included in too many herbalist's garden lists, but I think Marshmallow is seriously necessary. It's a demulcent and soothing herb, and it complements "hotter" herbs very well. It also soothes inflammation in mucous membranes and is one of my favorite herbs to use for allergy blends or teas for any kind of inflammation in the body for this reason.
Marshmallow is an upright plant, similar to a very small hollyhock. In fact, if you can grow hollyhocks where you are---you can use it pretty much interchangeably with Marshmallow as their chemical constituents are very similar.
The flowers are light pink and very pretty, too. The entire plant is edible and useful for medicinal purposes. Go ahead and throw a few flowers into your salad for a beautiful and surprising presentation!
Marshmallow is a demulcent anti-inflammatory. Plus, it's pretty.
12) Mullein:
This is yet another plant many see as just a weed, but has some truly wonderful medicinal qualities. Mullein is a plant that grows from a rosette of fuzzy large leaves into a tall stalk (sometimes as high as 7 feet tall) and is covered with yellow flowers in mid-summer.
Mullein does best in full sun, with lots of water, in cooler areas. It grows really well in the creek beds up here in our mountains, but I've heard it is very common in almost all places. It's worth trying to cultivate, in my opinion, if you don't have it growing naturally in your area.
Mullein is one of the best herbs you can use to support and heal the respiratory system and illnesses that affect the lungs, sinuses, and breathing. It's useful as a tea, tincture, and the large leaves can be used in an emergency to cover a poultice.
In my opinion, Mullein is the premier herb for respiratory issues.
13) Oregano
Oregano seems to be the bane of many gardener's existence. They plant it, and it just goes crazy. I can't tell you how many neighbors, family members, and friends have given me Oregano from their yards over the years! And I'm glad to have it! The thing with Oregano is you have to know how to manage it.
Oregano is a fabulous culinary herb, and if you have ever had pizza or marinara sauce, then you've tasted this delicious Mediterranean herb. Oregano grows best in warm, dry climates, but I have found in my experience that it is quite hardy and can survive winter lows in the single digits (at least it does in my yard).
Oregano (also known as Mountain of Joy in Greek) has some excellent medicinal uses, including having anti-viral, anti-biotic, anti-fungal properties, as well as being very high in anti-oxidants. It's a great skin care herb and also a digestive aid.
Oregano can be used in many forms, too: As a tincture, an herbal infused oil, eaten in foods, and as an essential oil. These all have different strengths, potencies, and uses.
The tincture is an easy way to use the herb medicinally, along with making or using in an herbal tea.
14) Peppermint:
Super easy to grow just about anywhere, Peppermint is a spreading perennial that has the propensity to take over your garden if you allow it! It's spicy, pungent scent is well known to just about everyone, since it's a popular culinary additive in many foods and candies.
Medicinally, Peppermint is useful for aiding digestion and getting rid of flatulence (gas). It has mild anti-spasmodic properties, so if you are experiencing cramps, especially digestive types or menstrual cramps, it can be very helpful.
15) Plantain:
Here is another weed that many people find repugnant, but that is actually an incredibly useful medicinal herb!
According to Rosemary Gladstar, Plantain grows everywhere, and if you invite it in, it will definitely show up.
Plantain is great for liver health, detoxifying and cleansing the blood, and drawing out toxins. I like to infuse it in oil for use in healing salves.
Like Dandelion, this easy to find weed is edible and useful.
16) Rosemary:
Rosemary is a famous culinary herb, and is great for use on red meats and very pungent dishes. Besides this, rosemary has been proven to be helpful for the brain, especially memory functions.
It's high in anti-oxidants, and has mild analgesic (pain relief) properties. Rosemary is a stimulant herb, and is helpful with circulation and low blood pressure. People with high blood pressure need to exercise caution using rosemary medicinally.
Rosemary grows best in hot, dry climates and is native to the Southern European countries.
Besides being a pungent and delicious culinary herb, rosemary provides medicinal qualities and enhances memory.
17) St. John's Wort:
St. John's Wort is a misunderstood plant, in my opinion. It went through a popular phase a few years ago and was touted as being the new natural anti-depressant. St. John's Wort can absolutely help with feelings of mild depression, sadness, grief, and Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD), but it's not a cure-all.
Important to know---St. John's Wort can interact with certain drugs, so be sure you discuss usage with your doctor (as you should with any of these herbs mentioned).
St. John's Wort is also great for neuralgia, and I personally use it as part of my back pain and sciatica regimen with excellent results. I also use it in a tincture form to lift my spirits if I'm feeling down.
Besides all the medicinal qualities of St. John's Wort, it's a really pretty plant. You won't be able to grow it in a super hot area, however, at least it's unlikely. I tried growing it in Las Vegas, and it was a total fail. However, it does well here in the mountains in full sun or partial shade and the cooler climate.
One of my favorite ways to prepare St. John's Wort is as an herbal infused oil. The medicinal species (H. perforatum) releases bright red juices into the oil, creating the most lovely infused oil.
Another safety note for the garden: St. John's Wort has been shown to have potential for phototoxicity, especially in grazing animals if they eat too much. Just be aware and watch what your pastured animals eat.
St. John's Wort is a wonderful healing herb that positively affects the emotions.
18) Thyme:
Thyme, in my opinion, is one of the best plants to use in your garden. It attracts bees, smells lovely, and is incredibly useful for medicinal purposes. It's a small, spreading herb (although some species will grow upright) that is fairly hardy, so if you have rough winters, it may do just fine---you'll be seeing it again in the Spring, with it's pretty scented purple flowers.
Many herbalists forget all about using thyme as a preventative medicinal herb or for helping heal quickly from colds and flus---but it has been shown to fight off colds.
It also has disinfectant properties, and can be used as an effective wash for skin infections or as great sore throat rinse. For medicinal purposes, Thymus vulgaris or Thymus citriodorus (Lemon Thyme) are the best to use.
19) Valerian:
This stately flowering plant can grow to about four feet tall and has lacy white flower clusters. Not only is it a lovely addition to your garden, but it is very useful. It's a strong but safe sedative and is very useful for helping with anxious feelings, sleep issues, and pain relief.
Contraindications: Valerian has the opposite effect on some people, so if you are using it for the first time, do so on a the eve of a day that won't affect you much. These folks are rare, but there are definitely some that don't tolerate it well.
One of nature's best gifts---Valerian is lovely and it is an excellent safe sedative.
20) Yarrow:
Yarrow has many tiny flowers that grow in bunches, and feathery grayish leaves. It's a very pretty plant for your garden. Besides, the parts that grow above ground (leaves, stems, flowers) have medicinal purposes and have been used for thousands of years.
Yarrow is a vulnerary, hemostatic herb. Besides helping with healing and clotting of wounds, yarrow is good for helping reduce fevers, hay fever, and fighting colds. As a fever reducer, it is important to note that yarrow induces sweating, so if the person already has a hot fever, yarrow is probably not the best choice to use.
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Modern BG3 AU each charectors walking in on someone putting on a facemask.
Gale: Askes to join you, makes snacks to eat together while they have face and hair masks in watching reality tv.
Astarion: He makes sure you are using the correct thing, "No, that's for energizing, here take this it's moisturizing. No, that one is mine, it has vitamin D and I need more of that." He not only joins you, but pulls out a but of products and it turns into a mini spa.
Karlach: Thinks it looks fun and wants to join in! But gets impatient and peels it off halfway through the setting time.
Shadowheart: Already did her mask for the week, but recommends you wash up with a particular facial cleanser. No you can't use hers buy your own.
Wyll: Wants you to know that you are beautiful with and without face masks and beauty products. Gets you tea to drink while you sit and sits next to you.
Lae'zel: Thinks it is very strange warpaint. "I see you wish to scare your foes before you slay them. Good, good."
Halsin: Wants to reassure you that you look beautful without anything. But, if you still want to do face masks, he recommends natural stuff like honey, bananas, olive oil ect. He is more than happy to make you some.
Jaheria: At first just tries to duck out of the bathroom and leave you to it, but if you can manage it you can convince her to join you or at least do her nails for her.
Minsc: Confused as to why you are smearing things on yourself, and offers to help you make a more precise war look.
Minthara: Unsure of this purpose, and questions if you are attempting to disguise yourself or look better to appeal to someone so you can seduce them, than backstab them and claim their throne.
Durge: Licks the mask.
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