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ocean-rosary · 2 years
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I love them so much
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necroticboop · 1 year
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💎 shiny rocks make brain go brrrr ✦ quartz with pyrite inclusions [x]
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tinapaysmp · 3 months
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Damn, how much projecting is too much projecting.
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stmcrystals · 10 months
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This is a 6 piece beginners crystal set.
Includes Amethyst, Rose Quartz, Selenite, Quartz, and Green Aventurine; The 6th crystal is a Mystery Gift!
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lenny-1of2dads · 15 days
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At my mother's request she said call your Dad. Turns out he wasn't answering any of my phone calls either. Which now means I have to drive into the city. My wife agrees to pick up the kids from safe key.
Traffic construction sucks and a long two hours later I get to his house. A monster pick up in the driveway Ford f350 with huge tires. A large man answers the door, I ask Charlie here? He asked who I was. I say I am Charlie Jr. his son.
Oh crap, come on in he's in the bathroom. I stand there waiting for a introduction to the other two guy on the couch or my dad to show up. He says. Dude look down the hallway the doors is open go see your dad. The door was open and my dad was in the bathtub.
Oh Damn, dad says I didn't want you to find out like this. I keep it open so they can take a piss. Have a seat. I put the lid down. Dad yells for Bobby to bring him two beers and a joint.
I ask. You smoking pot now?
Dad replies you going to need to be high to hear this. Bobby shows up with two Bud lights and a joint in his mouth. He hands me the beer and smiles and showing perfect white teeth. He says nice to meet you again. Your dad has a pot roast in the oven you gotta stay for dinner. He leaves and I asked dad. Why don't you get out of the tub and lets talk when you have clothes on.
He explains he can't his butt is killing him and this helps. He takes a hit a pass it to me. If I am staying for dinner I can do this. I take a hit and tell my dad to start talking. I met Bobby at the bank, he had won a mega jackpot money in the lottery and was helping him make some investments. One of those paid off big. We became friends, start doing stuff. Going places spending time together. He says he would not have all that money without me. We put in a new shower upstairs got all new appliances. New truck outside. He got new teeth that the dentist screws in or out. He wants it to be both of ours. So, we just got back from Las Vegas. We got married. Which is why my butt hurts.
I was so glad I got high first I could not stop laughing for the longest time. Dad got out and put a bathrobe on. Check on the pot roast. Then introduced me to his friends. Another down home redneck gay couple much like my father and his husband. Dinner was awesome I took pictures to send to my mother. I was sober and able to drive. Dad disappears to the bathroom door closed. While Bobby is clearing dishes. I get cornered and slightly molested by the now drunk other couple. Dad and Bobby pull them off of me. They were sent to the guest room. While dad looked for a hickey. They sent me home with a quart size bag of prerolls. Dad said Laughter is awesome for your soul.
Dad seems so relaxed. So himself hanging on bobby's shoulder. I snaps some pics to show everyone. My kids have two very rich grandpa's. Bobby hands me an envelope with a cashiers check for 100K telling me to split it four equals ways lock up the kids money to pay for college. Ask your dad he is really good at that. I get in the car to head home. I called my wife and asked. When was the last time you got high?
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ezrasbirdie · 4 months
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crystal [no outbreak!joel miller x witchy!f!reader]
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summary : Joel's live-in girlfriend is a little witchy. It takes some getting used to. rating/warnings: T [all from Joel's POV and is in third person, no physical description for reader, this is perhaps the fluffiest thing I've written to date, no outbreak, Joel gets Sarah and Ellie because I said so, Joel is so, so confused all the time but he is trying, brief discussion of my interpretation Joel's religious background] wc: 2.6k note: This isn't technically new, it's been on Ao3 since Halloween, but I wanted to share it here, too. Not betaed, all mistakes mine, and I really love this. I watched Practical Magic for the 900th time and I had no choice tbh. dividers and end banner by @saradika-graphics<3
masterlist | joel miller masterlist
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It starts with the herbs.
Joel’s not much of a cook. He'll do it for himself and his babies and his brother if Tommy’s around, but it’s never anything extravagant. He just doesn’t have the time. He certainly doesn’t have the time to dry fresh herbs over the sink. 
But then she moves in, his little witch, and everything changes. She plants a big rosemary bush by the backyard gate, fussing at him when he gets too close with the weed eater. He’d never cut her damn plant down, but it doesn't matter--she all but hisses if he gets within six feet of it. 
The lavender shows up next at Sarah's request, just because it's purple. They plant it next to the rosemary, and he’s not allowed to get too close to that, either. 
One Saturday she and Ellie come home with armfuls of mint in little pots. Before he knows it, his backyard’s been taken over by plants he’s never even seen before. And after a while, they migrate into his kitchen, in the window above the sink in bunches. She fusses at him if he pokes at those, too. 
“Those aren’t for cooking,” his little witch scolds. He doesn’t know what the hell else they’re supposed to be for if not for cooking, but it doesn't bother him too much. He just likes to watch her and the girls grind them up and put them in bottles on Saturday afternoons, laughing and singing all the while.
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There is a pink rock on Joel’s nightstand. He’s never seen it there before, and the girls tend to steer clear of his room—or they did, before it became her room, too. He supposes it gives off a softer, more inviting energy now. She's banished the treadmill to his home office, a little meditation stool in its place, and he admits it opens the room up a lot more.
But what’s with the rock? 
Joel has no particular religious beliefs. He grew up going to temple with his parents once a week, but the idea of God never made much sense to him.
He admitted this once to his father, who only chuckled. “Don’t make much real sense to most of us, I’d imagine. But your mother likes it, so we’re going.” He learned early not to stand in the way of a woman and God. Or gods, in his little witch's case.
He picks the rock up, running his fingers over its jagged edges and rolling it around in the palm of his hand. He only puts it back down when she flits past the bedroom door, wary of being fussed at for touching things that don’t belong to him. But no—that doesn’t seem right. She'd placed it on his nightstand. Surely she couldn’t expect him not to pick it up. 
There are more rocks over the next few days, springing up around the house like mushrooms after a long rain. He has to ask when he finds a smooth, clear, oblong thing in the front pocket of his jeans. 
He finds her in the kitchen crushing potato chips over an omelet and wraps his arms around her waist, settling his chin on her shoulder. 
“Mornin’,” he murmurs. 
“Hey, sleepyhead,” she says, and he can hear the smile in her gravelly, half-asleep voice.
He slips his hand into his pocket and pulls out the rock. “Found this,” he says, snaking his arm back around her waist and laying his palm out flat. The rock glitters in the morning sun. 
“Oh!” She turns around in his arms, eyes lighting up. “It’s clear quartz. I put it there so I wouldn’t forget. But then I let you sleep late and I forgot to tell you it was there. Whoops.”
“But what is it, honey?” He asks.
“Clear quartz!” She says again, as if he should know what that means. “You said the other day that you have a big meeting today, and you need all the luck you can get, and clear quartz is the best for luck. So I left you that!”
“But…how is it supposed to help?” He asks, and realizes too late it might not be the right question.
She scowls at him and reaches for the rock. “Well, if you don’t like it, I’ll just—”
“I didn’t say that,” he says, pulling the stone out of her reach and stuffing it back in his pocket. "I like it. Thank you."
She smiles as he catches her face in his hands and kisses her forehead. "I love it," he says, swiping his thumbs over her cheeks. 
The meeting goes well. And not just well—there are no points of contention, no arguing, no impossible timelines, no explaining to his client that no, it’s not possible to build their three-story house in less than a month. 
It’s the best goddamn meeting he’s ever had. 
He reaches into his pocket and curls his fist around the quartz. 
That cannot possibly be the cause of it.
The sly smirk and glimmer in her eyes when he tells her about it at dinner, though, makes him wonder. 
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“Y’all playin’ cards?” Joel asks, neck craning from the stairs to see the three of them hunched over the kitchen table on a Sunday morning.
Sarah and Ellie burst into giggles. 
“Uh, sure,” Ellie says as she tries to catch her breath. “Cards.” 
His little witch doesn't answer. He rounds the table to see seven cards spread across the wooden surface. They don’t look like any playing cards he’s ever seen. Her eyes dart up at him, wide and worried like she's been caught. 
“I was just doing a reading. The girls came in and asked to see,” she explains, chewing on her lip and scooping the cards up despite twin noises of protest.
“Readin’ what?” He asks. Joel has never seen her so uncomfortable over anything. He nods his head toward the door. “Girls, go find somethin’ to do.” Sarah stands, but Ellie’ll have to be asked twice. She always does.
“Like what?” Ellie demands, unmoving. 
“Your room’s a mess. How ‘bout you both go do some cleanin’, huh?” He puts his hands on his hips. “Now, please.”
They move along, grumbling, and he sits in a newly empty chair. 
“Whatcha doin’?” He asks, because he really wants to know. “Those, uh, what’re they called? Tara cards?” 
Her giggles confirm he is not correct. “Tarot cards. Yes, they are.” 
“Why’re you actin’ so squirrelly about ‘em?”
“It’s stupid,” she sighs, hugging her arms to her chest. 
“It’s not stupid,” he says, curling a finger under her chin and pulling her to meet his eyes. “You can tell me.”
“Fine,” she says. “But no making fun of me, Swear?” 
“On my life,” he says, putting his hand over his heart. 
“I was doing a…it’s called a relationship spread. About us. Just to see,” she explains. He raises his eyebrows, but schools his features quickly to prevent any self-consciousness on her part. 
“Tryin’ to see our future?” He asks softly. 
“Not exactly. Just…if we’re compatible.”
Joel sucks in a nervous breath, internally fussing at himself for putting too much stock into this. “And…are we compatible?”
She gives him that sly little grin again, the one that pulled him to her like a magnet the first time she met, looking up at him through her lashes. “Very.” 
He already knew that, but it doesn’t keep him from letting out a nervous whistle. “Had me worried there, baby.”
One day, she’ll tell him that the cards didn’t tell her a damn thing. She hadn’t even gotten that far. But he’d taken her seriously, hadn’t teased her even a little, and that’s how she knew. That’s how she'd always known. 
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Sarah comes home crying with Ellie’s arm slung across her shoulders, murmuring what he assumes are comforting words. He pauses, trying to keep himself from getting too worked up before getting more information. The papa bear in him wants to know who did this and who he needs to kill, but Sarah is a soft, squishy little thing. It could be anything from a skinned knee to boy problems, and not all of them warranted a reaction on Joel’s part. 
But before he can ask, his little witch bursts through the back door, her arms full of carrots she's just pulled from the garden. “What’s wrong?” She asks, dumping the carrots in the sink. “What happened?”
Joel stares at her. She's been outside this whole time.
“Joel?” She asks, pulling off her gardening gloves. He winces at the dirt falling from her coveralls.
“I—uh, Sarah came home cryin’-I don’t know yet. Ellie took her in the living room—”
“Thank you,” she says, kissing his cheek after she pulls off her coveralls off and leaves them in a pile on top of the dirt. He sighs as she scurries to the living room. 
“What’s wrong, lovely?” He hears her ask.
Joel busies himself with picking up her mess, only peeking into the living room once he hears Ellie exclaim, “Yeah, fuck that guy!”
“What guy?” He asks. She twists her head and glares at him, and he decides to leave them to…whatever’s happening in there. 
“So,” he asks a few hours later as he’s getting ready for bed. “Everything okay? She seemed better at dinner.”
“Oh, it’s fine,” his little witch says, waving her hand. “Nothing to worry about. I’ve got it taken care of.”
Unease strikes his belly. 
“What’s that mean?” He asks as he slips between the covers and pulls her close to him. The nights have gotten colder and she's always unnaturally warm. Like there's fire in her blood.
“Means I’ve got it taken care of,” she shrugs. “She’s feeling much better.”
“You think I should go talk to her?” He asks.
“Yeah,” she sighs. “She’s okay, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind her daddy checking in on her.”
He sighs, too. “They’re just gettin’ so big now. Real glad you’re around for that. Especially with two of ‘em.”
She presses a minty kiss to his lips. “Mm. You'd be doing fine on your own, but I’m glad I’m here, too. Go say goodnight.”
He finds her lighting incense when he returns. Sarah gave him a vague rundown of the situation—something about a group of boys being mean to her. It was probably a good thing she hadn't told him first. He has no problem striking the fear of God into a few teenage boys.
“How’d you know something was the matter?” He asks as he watches her wave the incense stick around the room. 
She shrugs. “Just a feeling.”
The girls come home from school three days later with a memo from the principal. 
“There has been an outbreak of mumps. Please make sure your child is up to date with all their vaccines,” Joel mutters to himself. He sidles up to her, stirring something mouth-watering in a pot. “You see this?”
“Mmhmm,” she says. “Such a shame.”
“Did I hear you talkin’ to Mrs. Talbot across the street about somethin’ like this?”
“Might have. She likes to talk my ear off while I’m in the garden,” she says, adding a healthy dose of Tony’s to the pot. 
“You know,” he says. “Strange that a bunch of these kids got mumps. They wouldn't even let Ellie near a school till I got her all up to date.”
“Super weird,” she agrees, not looking at him. “They’ll probably be fine. It’s sure gonna hurt for a few days. You hungry?”
Sarah is in a particularly good mood, and Ellie’s cackling as she sets the table. “No wonder Jason Hubbard looked like someone kicked his ass the other day! Him and all his stupid little friends.”
“Jason Hubbard, huh?” Joel asks. “Ain’t that one of those boys that was mean to you the other day?”
“Yeah!” Ellie says. She seems even more pleased than Sarah about the whole thing. 
“Yikes,” his little witch says, winking at him. “Karma, I guess.”
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He has to work on Halloween. 
The girls are a little too old to trick-or-treat now, but he still feels bad. In the last couple of years, they’d taken to horror movie marathons and stuffing themselves with candy until their stomachs hurt and he had to send them to bed with a double dose of Pepto Bismol. 
Joel really doesn’t love the idea of leaving them home alone on Halloween night, either. Not that they’d never been alone before—they were certainly used to locking up before he got home—but people got weird on Halloween. 
“I could stay back,” his little witch offers. Because of course, she does. She’s made them into her little family, and she’ll do anything to make sure Joel isn’t worried the whole time he’s working. But this is, from what he understands, her high holy day. 
He can’t ask her to give that up, can he?
“You’re not asking me,” she says, unprompted. “I’m offering.”
He blinks at her. “How—”
“You think really loud,” she says, as though that made any more sense. “It’s fine! You go to work, we’ll watch scary movies and eat too much candy, and you can join us when you get home. Ain’t even a school night!” 
Joel chuckles. “I mean it, though, baby, you don’t need to cancel.”
“I want to,” she shrugs. 
He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you, but he’s glad he did it. 
The job takes forever, just like he knew it would. He gets home at eleven, knees and back aching, wondering if she still has some of that rosemary oil he can use. He expects they'll be in bed, but realizes that’s a foolish thought when he sees the kitchen light on and three heads bouncing around. 
He limps inside the brightly lit kitchen where they're mixing something bright red and icy in the blender, dancing around to the Monster Mash. 
“What’s goin’ on in here?” He asks, half-shouting over the loud buzz of the blender.
“Uh oh, girls, Papa’s home,” she teases. “Shut it all down.”
He leans against the doorframe and smiles. “Looks like a hell of a party,” he says. “Think I can get an invite?” 
“No!” Ellie shouts.
“Of course!” Sarah says at the same time. 
“Depends,” she says. “You like virgin strawberry daiquiris? You have to drink one out of this very fancy goblet and finish Dawn of the Dead with us.”
“New or old?” He asks. 
“Old,” Sarah says. “The running zombies are way too scary.”
The girls disappear, leaving them alone with the mess in the kitchen. 
“Go sit down,” she says, kissing him on the cheek. “I’ll get the rosemary oil.” 
“How do—”
“I just do, Joel, now go sit down with the girls, please. And take this, it’s good for pain.” She hands him a purple rock this time. He raises an eyebrow. “Amethyst, Joel, you know this.”
He laughs and shakes his head as she dashes up the stairs because no, he really doesn’t know that. 
"Come here, little witch," he says when she returns, and she lets him wrap his arms around her for a few moments before she wiggles out of his grasp to grab the rosemary oil. 
"Lift your shirt," she orders, and he does. He picks up the amethyst and rubs it in his hands, just to see her beam at him. It makes almost no sense to him, but that was okay.
Not everything needed to make sense to him. If it makes her happy, that's all that mattered. He understands now more than ever why his father went to temple so often.
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samwisethewitch · 5 months
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Grocery Store Fire Cider
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I try to always have fire cider on hand during the colder months. Fire cider is vinegar infused with warming, expectorant (mucus-clearing) herbs to help clear out gunk from our respiratory system. It's great for clearing up congestion and helping with wet coughs. Since pretty much everyone in my house tends towards wet cold symptoms (congestion/runny nose, coughing up mucus, etc.), we go through a lot of this stuff every cold and flu season.
I take a shot of fire cider as soon as I feel congestion or a wet cough coming on, or if I've been around someone I know is sick. While it doesn't always keep me from getting sick, I do think it helps speed up my recovery and keep my symptoms less severe.
A lot of fire cider recipes online and in herbalism books call for less common herbs that need to be purchased online or from a speciality herb shop. This year, I decided to make a batch with only herbs you can buy cheaply at most grocery stores. Here's the recipe for my fellow herbalists on a budget!
You will need:
A quart mason jar
1 whole head of fresh garlic, peeled and roughly chopped, OR 3 spoonfuls of pre-minced jarred garlic
3 knobs of fresh ginger about the size of your thumb, roughly chopped, OR 3 spoonfuls of store-bought ginger paste
1 package fresh thyme OR 2 tablespoons dried thyme
1 package fresh sage OR 2 tablespoons dried sage
1 quart apple cider vinegar
There are two methods I've used to make this cider. The traditional method is a slow infusion that takes 2+ weeks, but I've also developed a fast infusion method for when I feel a cold coming on and need a batch of fire cider ASAP.
Traditional Method:
Add your herbs to a clean mason jar. Pour the vinegar over the herbs and fill the jar to the top. Put a lid on the jar. (Vinegar will corrode metal lids, so either use a plastic lid or place a square of parchment paper between your jar and the metal lid.)
Place the jar in a cool, dark place and allow it to infuse for at least 2 weeks and up to 1 month. You can strain the herbs out to store at room temperature, or you can do what I do and store the whole thing in the fridge, herbs and all.
If you leave the herbs in, you can keep this batch of fire cider going all winter by topping the jar up with more vinegar every time it gets below halfway full.
Fast Infusion Method:
Add the herbs to the mason jar like you would for the traditional method. Instead of adding vinegar, fill the jar halfway with boiling water. Let sit for 2-3 hours.
Once the water has cooled down to room temperature, fill the jar the rest of the way with vinegar. Let it sit overnight and then either strain the herbs out or store the whole thing in the fridge.
To use the fire cider, take a shot glassful whenever you feel cold symptoms coming on. If you made your cider with the traditional method, you can dilute it with water if your stomach doesn't handle acid well. You can also mix in some honey to improve the taste.
Please note that fire cider and other folk remedies are not a replacement for medical care. I highly recommend staying up to date on your flu and COVID-19 vaccines in addition to using remedies like this.
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maikirumoo · 6 months
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after hours
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after hours : a live action buggy x fem!reader fanfiction
for some odd reason, you have no idea who he is. and he fucking loved that.
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chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four
chapter five | fights. fondness. fury.
his pov;
I followed close behind Y/N, almost like a lost puppy. She led the way while I walked after her, holding numerous bags full of random vegetables, grains, and dairy products. I felt bad but Y/N insisted on using the money I lent her to pay for the groceries. I told her I'd be happy to cover this but she gave me a firm 'no' and told me that a dinner guest shouldn't have to pay for their meal. It was inhumane- improper, she said. I smiled. I loved how persistent she could be.
As we turned the corner, she reached deep into the pocket of her backpack and pulled out a rusted key. The sight of her home appeared in the distance. I've never been inside. I've only ever seen what it looked like from an outside perspective. I was thrilled to finally be a part of Y/N's personal life. I was always separate from this part but now, I was finally being let in.
Her home appeared closer within seconds which took me as a shock. She lived closer than I had originally realized. Clearing my throat, I scooped the bags into my arms, hugging them against my chest. I rested my chin atop the quart of milk and looked down at the girl as she struggled to jam the key inside the lock. "Anything I need to watch out for?" I asked, taking a step closer to her.
Shaking her head, she was finally able to unlock the door. "No, just be nice. Use manners."
"Do I not already?" I asked, taken aback.
"Use them more often."
I nodded my head, clenching my jaw.
Y/N looked up at me, somehow being able to sense how nervous I was. I gulped and raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Relax, Buggers," She hummed as she nudged me with her elbow. A warm smile wafted over my face and I shrugged my shoulders back, listening to her simple yet helpful words of advice. "Just be yourself."
"I've never had anyone tell me that before."
"Why?"
Just before I could answer, the door was pushed open and Y/N's mother appeared, smiling at the both of us. I stayed still as my friend walked ahead of me, slipping her shoes off beside the open door. I remained frozen, wielding the bags of groceries close to me. Why was I so scared? Why was I not moving?
"Is he not going to come in?" Her mother whispered to Y/N.
"Buggy, come inside."
With those words, I snapped out of my horrified trance and listened to her, walking in. The door was shut behind me and I took a second to admire everything around me.
To the left of me was the kitchen. A small counter wrapped around, two barstools sitting underneath it. A bowl of fruit sat atop. The kitchen was tiny with two burners, one of which held a tea kettle. The refrigerator was marked with scratches and what seemed to be dents. I frowned. I wonder what happened.
To my right was a staircase leading upstairs, to what I'm presuming was Y/N's bedroom and an extra room now that her mother moved downstairs. In front of me was a large wooden table with two matching chairs and then past that, a couch lined with assorted blankets. Built into the stone wall was a fireplace that was burning brightly, the flames crackling. I'm glad she could have a furnace or some type of heat to keep her warm at night. Especially during these times, hypothermia was fairly common. I was thankful it wouldn't be an issue for her.
After examining my surroundings, my eyes trailed back to the lovely woman next to me who started to grab items from my arms. I apologized and set the rest of the bags on the countertop, helping both her and her mother to unload them.
"How much was all of this?" Her mother asked as she grabbed a bag of tomatoes, staring closely at them.
"Not much."
"Did he pay?" She met my gaze for a second then looked back down.
"No, I did."
"Why didn't he pay?"
"Mom-" Y/N nudged her mother's shoulder, shaking her head. "Don't say anything like that. It's rude."
She held her hands up in defense. "My apologies." Her eyes rolled.
I decided to let them be and ventured into the living room. I took a seat on the couch, resting my arm atop the back of it. I leaned back and admired the crackling flames. More bickering was heard from behind me and I cringed. Poor girl.
"Is he gonna help make dinner?" I heard her mother whisper after she questioned if my nose was real or not. I grimaced.
"You can ask him yourself! Talk to him. I'm going to go get changed. I'll be right back," Y/N announced. As I turned my head, I watched the young girl walk up the staircase. Her mother was staring at me, forcing a smile.
"Come help me."
I gave a firm nod, pressed my hands to my thighs, and pushed myself up and off of the couch. I headed into the kitchen and smiled down at her. "What can I help with?"
"Chop those tomatoes and the onions."
"Okay," I said with a smile. I grabbed a knife from the small rack and slipped my gloves off, stuffing them into the left pocket of my coat. I wielded the knife and started to slice the tomatoes. "Diced? Chopped?"
"Diced, please."
An uncomfortable silence fell and I raised my head in hopes of seeing Y/N walking down the stairs but she remained invisible. I gulped and turned my head to face her mother who was measuring a few cups of water. I cleared my throat. "Thank you for inviting me over for dinner."
"I've heard a lot about you. I wanted to see if you lived up to the expectations."
"What has been said?"
"Only good things."
I smiled. I'm glad Y/N thought so highly of me. "She's said good things about you, too."
Her mom let out a gutty chuckle. "Yeah! That's funny. She hates me."
"No, she doesn't. She loves you."
"She sure has a hefty way of showing it."
"What do you mean?"
"Ya know how kids are. Disrespectful, defiant. She's no different."
I frowned. "How is she disrespectful?"
"Talks illy of her father. A man who aspired to be more and she shames him for that. I'll never understand it."
I scooped the tomatoes into a small bowl and then started to chop the onions, constantly blinking so I wouldn't cry. The smell burned my nose and eyes. I wanted to give my opinion on the matter but due to my dinner invitation, I didn't deem it to be seen fit. I stayed quiet and listened to her complaints. When Y/N finally appeared, it felt like a breath of fresh air to see her angelic self walk down the stairway. I found myself to be entranced with her beauty.
She changed into a sundress, the fabric matching her eyes. I smiled at the sight, biting my bottom lip. I was so distracted by her goddess look that I didn't feel the blade of the knife cut into my finger. With my clouded mind, I was also unable to use my devil fruit ability to stop the blade from cutting me. As soon as I felt it, I jumped back and dropped the knife. My blood pooled on the white cutting board and I winced, grabbing a towel from the stove to wrap around my wound. Y/N noticed this and hurried towards me, frowning. "What happened?"
I blinked and shook my head. "I just cut my finger, that's all. I'm okay."
"You're not okay, you're bleeding."
"Yeah, but-"
"Follow me, come here." She led me over to the other side of the counter and sat me down on a barstool. She disappeared into a small closet before reappearing with a small wooden box. I held my finger, feeling a pulse beat through my hand. Her mom watched with a troubled expression. I ignored her look and turned to gaze up at Y/N who was finally taller than me. I smirked.
She dug through the box and pulled out a bandage.
"Thank you, nurse," I whispered while she wrapped the bandage around my finger after disinfecting it with alcohol. "It feels a lot better."
"Don't mention it,'' She said softly. "Be careful next time."
"No promises." I winked.
As she turned around, I noticed that the dress was sheer. I don't know if she realized that but I didn't want to sound like a pervert by telling her. But I felt like a pervert by not telling her. I chewed on my lower lip and looked down at my finger.
Part of me wished she kissed my finger, but I knew I was asking too much.
Rising from the seat, I resumed cutting vegetables while the girl set the table. She pulled a barstool over and slid it next to one of the chairs. I watched her momentarily before scooping the remaining sliced peppers and garlic into the small bowl. I carried it over to her mother. "Here you go."
"Thank you," She patted my hand and then started to sift them into the pot of chicken stock. I backed up and leaned back against the counter, folding my arms over my chest. "What should I call you? Y/N's mom?"
She laughed and shook her head. "Evelyn."
"Nice to meet you, Evelyn."
I caught Y/N looking over at me. I met her gaze and smiled as she mouthed a quick 'thank you'.
I whispered 'you're welcome' in return, winking at her.
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her pov;
It was a nice sight to see my mother and Buggy getting along so far. My mother was a troubling woman. While I loved her, she always had ulterior motives. She never did anything out of the kindness of her own heart. So while watching her interact with my new friend, I tried my best to predict what would happen. But there were too many possibilities. Too many endless outcomes. All I could do was wait because if I asked her, I'd be chewed out instantly.
I reached into the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of red wine. Popping the cork out, I poured three glasses and set them next to each of the three plates. I wasn't going to drink but I knew my mother would. I looked up at Buggy. Was he going to? The extra glass was just for show. I was called numerous names by my mother for not drinking alcohol. I didn't want to hear any of it tonight. I wanted things to go perfectly- no, beyond perfect. Things needed to be overly perfect, if that was possible.
But as the night furthered, I realized that my hope was nothing more than a silly dream.
When dinner was finally being eaten, the three of us gathered around the table. Buggy sipped on his glass of wine while my mother downed hers and then grabbed mine. "You're not gonna drink it," She insisted as she took a swig. "She hates alcohol," She said as she looked at Buggy.
"I know." He swallowed and slid the glass away from him.
I slowly began to eat. It’s been so long since I’ve sat down with my mother and shared a meal. And even longer since she cooked. Most of the time we ate separately. The only time we shared together were with stupid arguments.
“How’s the food, Buggy?” My mother asked.
The clown smiled and nodded his head. “Very good.”
“Y/N?” She tilted her gaze toward me.
“Good, thank you.”
“So, Buggy, I heard you used to be a pirate. Tell me about that.”
“Uhm.” He dropped his fork and finished chewing before washing the food down with wine. He cleared his throat and sat up. “What would you like to know?”
“How much money did it make you?”
I rolled my eyes and dropped my head into my hand.
“Well, obviously you can imagine it was quite a lot. I was quite wealthy and fortunate but of course, it wasn’t the best way to make money. I regret it now but-“
“Are you still rich?”
“Mom, talk about something else-“ I interrupted before she interrupted me.
“Stop. I’m just making conversation.”
I sighed and grabbed the wine bottle from beside her. I poured myself a glass and hesitantly, I took a sip. I grimaced at the taste but forced it down. I could tell tonight wasn’t going to go smoothly.
“I do have a bit saved, yeah. But not nearly as much as I used to.” The pirate took another bite.
“How much do you have saved?” My mom dropped her fork and rested her chin on her hands.
“A couple million berries, give or take.”
“Is that going to my daughter when you get married?”
I gasped, laughing. “What kind of question is that?”
“It’s a simple question, is it not? If you two are going to get married, then you need my blessing.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Excuse me?”
“We’re not even dating, what makes you think we’re going to get married?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I took another bite of the meal. "What is with these questions? Is it only about money for you?"
"We have no money, Y/N. I've been telling you it's best to marry young and marry wealthy."
"Are you kidding me?"
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his pov;
The tension was growing fast. And so was my discomfort.
When the idea of marriage came up, I felt hot.
It was a dream of mine but there was no way I was going to. At least not yet. Y/N looked so uncomfortable with the thought of it, as well. I wanted to interrupt and hopefully ease the situation but before I knew it, they both were yelling at each other.
I frowned, sinking into my seat.
But the thing that worried me the most was how much Y/N was drinking. When I first realized how many glasses she repeatedly poured herself, I grew concerned. Before I could reach over, grab her wrist, and tell her to stop, the argument got more heated. Both women were drunkenly yelling at one another, pointing out each other's flaws and dismays.
"You're nothing but disrespectful toward me, do you know that? Constantly talking back, saying you know what's best for me, shitting on your father who risked his life for us! You're horrible to me, Y/N. I try to be a good mother to you, and this is what I get in return. Blatant disrespect?" Evelyn spat as she pushed herself up from her seat at the table. She stormed into the kitchen and leaned down, sorting through the liquor cabinet. While she wasn't looking, I grabbed the girl's wrist and urged her to stop.
"Hey, don't fuel this. Let's just go. You can stay with me again tonight-" I tried to whisper but she ripped herself from my grip and followed after her mother in the kitchen, continuing to add fuel to the wildfire. Sighing, my head fell into my hands and I felt the urge to scream but I remained quiet, forcing myself to sit still. I wanted to defend Y/N, however, this wasn't my battle. She needed to conquer this on her own.
"He left us! How is he risking his life? He willingly ditched his family for some stupid, probably made-up treasure! Do you find it odd that he never wrote to you? Or me? He completely abandoned us! And you call him a hero," The girl's face went red with anger. She threw her hands up in the air to exaggerate her point. She then shook her head. "It's pathetic. I knew I shouldn't have invited Buggy over."
"What?"
"Do you know how horrible it is to ask someone for their money? Or to insinuate that you want it? He's a good friend of mine. I don't care about his money. I never asked for anything. He offered it to me out of the kindness of his heart."
"Are you ashamed of me?"
"Take a guess."
Slap!
Before I could process anything, Y/N was clutching her cheek, crying.
The escalation of this situation was beyond anything I could process. One moment we were getting along, sharing a nice meal, and now, Y/N was on the floor, crying as she cursed her mother, wishing her to be dead like her father.
Within seconds, both women left. Y/N ran to her bedroom and Evelyn left through the front door.
I sat alone at the table, clutching my thighs as I stayed completely still. I attempted to process what had just happened but I failed to do so.
Y/N had every right to despise her father. He left her when she was an infant for the One Piece, which sure, could simply be a huge hoax. A woman without a father is tragic. She needed a proper male role model in her life. However, due to her father's immature dreams, she was left alone. And Evelyn? While present, she was still very absent in her life. My heart ached for her. Someone so sweet and kind shed too many tears for people who could care less about her.
I didn't want to immediately run upstairs to her aid. She needed space, from what I understood.
I took a few minutes to clean up from dinner then I proceeded up the narrow staircase. I knocked on the door which consisted of a weeping woman behind it. A muffled 'come in' allowed my entrance.
I pushed the door open and closed it behind me.
The poor girl lay on her bed, clutching herself in a tight ball as she wept, her body shaking the bed. I approached her, kneeling on the bed. My hand found her back and I stroked it. I succeeded in ignoring the sheerness of her dress, my eyes locking on the back of her head.
"Are you alright?"
A stupid question, I know. She was crying. Of course, she wasn't okay. But I felt responsible to ask it.
She remained silent, the sounds of her sobs hurting both my heart and my ears. I wanted to be deaf. To hear someone as enchanting as her cry was worse than a life sentence.
"Do you want me to leave?"
With those words, she twisted her body and faced me. Her makeup streaked down her wet face. I gave her a sincere smile. She was still so pretty. I reached to grab her hurt cheek. I wiped her tears, making sure to be extremely gentle.
"I'll be quiet. Talk to me when you feel ready."
Her swollen eyes closed and she gave a half-nod.
I remained quiet, caressing her soft skin. I admired her, thanking God her eyes were closed so she wouldn't think my staring was creepy. A few loose strands of hair stuck to her teary face to which I wiped them away.
I let out a soft sigh and laid back, my head propped on a stuffed animal of a turtle. I smirked to myself. Her room was cozy. Her bed was soft and the sheets were silk. A window took up half of a wall which had translucent pink curtains hanging down from a pole. A lantern sat on her bedside table, a wooden dresser in front of us. If I were her, I'd never leave. I loved all of the pink decorations. It was cute.
I was about to check on her again but before I could, she sat up and crawled closer to me, her wet face burying into the crook where my neck and right shoulder met. I let out an inaudible gasp, a shiver running down my spine as I could feel her hot breath against my skin. My arm swept underneath her and I pulled her closer to me, my hand rubbing her back. I slipped my hand below the hem of her dress so I could rub her bare back. She didn't protest. I smiled.
Her hand found my chest as she clutched my striped vest. I spread my legs to get comfortable. Her own wrapped around my waist. I was shocked with how close and personal she was becoming but did I mind? Not. One. Bit.
My free hand caressed her soft hair, combing my fingers through it. The sweet scent of her strong shampoo floated past my nose. Coconut and vanilla.
I opened my mouth, moments from speaking but before I had the opportunity to, a kiss was placed against my neck. My eyes widened and I pushed her off of me. Her tired eyes met mine for a moment. I looked at her, confused. But she smiled at me and leaned back in, this time placing a kiss against my lips. When she pulled back, a soft red tint rested on her mouth. "What?" She whispered, her eyes trailing to admire my mouth.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't know," She murmured and kissed me again. She repeated this, each kiss longer and more passionate than the previous one. My hands now remained glued at my sides. I was scared to use them, not knowing what I planned on doing with them. But when her hand grabbed my own and she brought my injured finger up to her soft, plump lips, I swallowed, feeling my body heat up. She kissed my finger, humming. "I wanted to do this earlier, but…"
"Y/N, what's going on?"
"Hm? Nothing," She murmured and kissed me again. She guided my hand up to grab at her chest. She gripped my hand upon her right breast then dropped her hand. "I'm not doing anything," She repeated.
My body only continued to grow hot.
What was she doing? Why was she doing this?
She wasn't the type of girl to just sleep around. She had respect for herself, which I heavily admired. So why was she doing this?
Her kisses grew more frequent and before I knew it, she was completely on top of me. Her thighs straddled my hips as she forced me back against the bed. I pulled the stuffed turtle out from beneath my heart and tossed it somewhere across the room. I moaned into her mouth as she kissed me harder, this time with her tongue.
I shivered, my hand stuck on her breast, delicately scrunching my fingers. She wasn't wearing a bra.
My breath hitched as my finger grazed over her nipple. She whined at this, a sound that was a symphony to my ears.
"Buggy," She moaned against my mouth. "Take my dress off."
And that's when it hit me.
This wasn't her.
This wasn't Y/N.
As much as I've been craving this since the moment my eyes landed on a goddess like herself, I couldn't do it. Not when she was drunk and an emotional wreck.
"I can't," I whispered against her mouth, my hand dropping from her breast. Her hovering mouth pulled away and she gave me a skeptical look, her eyebrows furrowing together. I frowned. I could tell she was upset. "I'm sorry."
"What do you mean 'you can't'?" Y/N asked, clearly offended and taken aback. She looked down at the erection beneath my pants. She giggled, "You clearly can. And want to."
"Do you?"
"What?" She laughed, her eyes rolling. "I insinuated this, no?"
"You're drunk," I said flatly. "I don't want to do this. I feel like I'm taking advantage of you." I grabbed a pillow from behind me and used it to cover my hips. "I want to do this when you're sober. Not when you're intoxicated and upset."
She scoffed. "Are you kidding me?"
"I don't want to upset you-"
"Well, you have." The girl crawled off of me and her arms folded over her chest. Her lips were stained red from my own. Normally, I would find the sight to be riveting but now, I was ashamed that I let it travel this far. "I want you to leave," She whispered.
"Y/N, come on, I don't want you to end up regretting this."
"No, you're right. I would end up regretting this."
I frowned. "Can we just talk tomorrow? About all of this?" I reached to take her hand in mine but she declined the offer by slapping it away.
"I want you to go."
"But-"
"I thought you liked me. I felt like we had a connection. I understood you, you understood me. And when I finally get the courage to show you how I feel, you just push me away," Her lower lip quivered as her eyes watered with tears.
"I do like you. I always have. I just want you to be sober, to be confident in what you're doing."
"And what makes you think I'm not sober?"
"You're slurring your words and your breath smells of alcohol," I admitted.
"Whatever," Y/N mumbled as she crawled off of the bed and stood on her feet. "I just wanted to give this night a good end. But my fault, I guess. I read into things too much."
I stayed quiet. I knew she didn't mean what she was saying.
"You're horrible, ya know that? You give me so many mixed signals by calling me cute, buying me things, and spoiling me with money. What do you want from me? I throw myself onto you and you push me away? What is wrong with you?"
"I'm going to go."
"Good! Go! The quicker, the better. I was sick of looking at you anyway." Her words cut deeper than any knife or blade ever could. But I knew she didn't mean any of it. It was the alcohol. I knew how she felt when her mother pulled this stunt with her. It wasn't a good feeling.
"Have a good night, Y/N." I smiled as I climbed off of the bed. I approached her despite her discomfort and pressed a kiss against her forehead. I then backed away, approaching the door. Part of me hoped she would beg me to stay but she remained quiet. Just as I left her bedroom, the door behind me slammed shut. While I was unhappy with her reaction, I was satisfied with the outcome. I'd much rather her despise me than take advantage of her when she was drunk by having sex with her. I knew she would regret it. She wasn't the type of girl to drink, let alone have sex with a guy while doing so.
As I walked downstairs, I realized she might forget about this in the morning. Or she wouldn't. I just didn't want her to hate me because of this. I was only looking out for her best interest.
I left her home and adjusted my coat, closing the door behind me. Evelyn leaned against the outside of the house, her foot propped up with a lit cigarette in her right hand. She looked at me and smiled. "Trouble in paradise?" She chuckled, taking a puff.
I adjusted the sleeves of my coat and looked over my shoulder. If it weren't for her, none of this would've happened. I developed a new hatred for Y/N's mother. "If I give her any more of what I have, I'm making sure you get jackshit," I snapped.
"We'll see about that. Like mother, like daughter."
"She is nothing like you."
"You're a no-good pirate. I see that. I just need her to realize that."
I rolled my eyes and scoffed. I reached over, grabbed the cigarette from her lips, and threw it on the ground. I squished it below my foot and then stepped forward. "The first step to conquering addiction is admitting you have one."
"Go home, clown."
It took everything in me not to say my true feelings to her, but that was Y/N's mother. I wasn't going to insult her mom.
It was best to leave before things escalated further.
I had such high hopes for tonight but alas, nothing was made a reality. As I started down the street, I wondered if I made a mistake by not continuing further with Y/N. I wanted to, I really did. I wanted nothing more than to share a moment of intimacy with her. But the red wine clouded her judgment. She had a huge fight with her mother. Evelyn even hit her. There was no way she was thinking clearly.
And if our relationship is affected because of this, then so be it.
I'd rather that than take something precious from her.
Than to corrupt someone as pure as she.
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ms-demeanor · 4 months
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Huh. Realized I made a soup from leftovers that would make a pretty decent beginner soup.
Leftover Turkey Pot Pie Soup
The goal of this soup is to be (relatively) quick and easy to prepare and to make use out of leftover poultry. It relies pretty heavily on pre-made ingredients (though you can make those ingredients yourself if you want to)
Ingredients:
Pre-cooked turkey or chicken (one large turkey breast, two medium chicken breasts). You can use leftovers, a grocery store rotisserie chicken, or, optionally, uncooked frozen chicken breasts or thighs. The poultry should not be breaded and the skin should be removed; if you are using uncooked frozen poultry you may want to taste more carefully and make sure to season sufficiently.
64oz poultry or vegetable stock (I used the stock I made out of turkey carcasses and my stock bags of kitchen trimmings from the freezer, but store bought is fine) (if you do not want to or cannot use stock, you can also just use water but you will likely have to add more spices and I would recommend adding one extra carrot and one extra onion)
3tbsp Cooking oil (can be olive oil or canola oil or butter - use what you've got handy and what tastes good to you, you don't have to buy something special for this)
1 cup of frozen peas
2 large carrots coarsely chopped
2 large onions coarsely chopped
3 tbsp cooking starch (most people use corn starch, I use potato starch because of food allergies. Any neutrally flavored starch is fine, but do not use flour).
1/2 cup milk/half and half/cream (you can use a combination or just one of these, it depends on what's in your kitchen and what taste you prefer)
Poultry seasoning (pre-made mix; alternately you can add sage, rosemary, and marjoram to taste. I added poultry seasoning then added extra sage and rosemary)
Salt
Black pepper
Paprika
Garlic powder
3 Bay Leaves
1tsp dried Parsley
Tools:
4-6 quart stock pot with a close-fitting lid
Chef's knife (for chopping vegetables and poultry)
Cutting board
Large cooking spoon
Small bowl
Fork or small whisk
Before you cook:
Read the entire recipe and check that you have all the tools and ingredients listed in your kitchen and ready for use.
Prep your kitchen - make sure there's room in the trash can, that the sink is clear of dishes, and that there is a burner on the stove clear for your pot. Designate a space close to the stove as your working area and set your cutting board there so you can easily transfer from your cutting board to the pot.
Gather your ingredients - make sure that you've got all the tools and ingredients listed. If you want to, you can take the time to measure out everything at this stage and have it ready to go in the pot.
Prep your ingredients - wash and chop your carrots, peel and chop your onions. Remove the skin from your poultry (if frozen, set the poultry aside, you will do something slightly different) and chop into bite-sized pieces.
Cooking Instructions:
Turn the heat on your stove to medium and warm the oil up in the bottom of the pan. Once it is shimmering and flowing easily, add the chopped carrots and onions to the pan.
Add a small amount of each of your seasonings to the pot - no more than half a teaspoon of each at this stage - and stir them in with the vegetables.
Stirring continuously, heat the vegetables and spices until the onions are softened and translucent.
If you are using pre-cooked poultry, add it to the pot and stir it in with the vegetables and spices (if you are using raw frozen poultry, don't add it to the pot yet). Add in the frozen peas at this point.
Add your broth or stock to the pot and stir, using your spoon to scrape the bottom of the pot to make sure nothing is sticking to the bottom. Add the bay leaves to your pot. Increase the heat to high and watch the pot until it comes to a boil.
If you are using raw frozen poultry, NOW add the frozen meat (whole breasts or thighs still frozen) to the pot and bring to a boil. For raw frozen poultry ONLY keep the pot covered at a boil for thirty minutes, watching to make sure it doesn't boil over. Once the poultry has cooked for thirty minutes, use your spoon to remove the pieces from the pot and set them on your cutting board, then cut them into bite-sized pieces. Instructions are the same regardless of what meat you're using after this step.
Once the previous steps are finished, reduce the heat to a low simmer and cover the pot. Let simmer for half an hour.
Taste the soup and add spices and seasonings as needed. You will probably want to add more salt first, half a teaspoon at a time. Add in your salt then stir and simmer for five minutes before tasting again. Repeat as needed, adding spices in small amounts to adjust the flavor as you go.
Once the flavor is close to right, mix the milk and the starch in a small bowl, whisking thoroughly to ensure that there are no lumps. Gradually add the starch slurry to the soup a few tablespoons at a time. Stir between increments, checking for thickness. When the soup is at the desired thickness (should be quite thick, like what you would find inside of a pot pie) taste test the soup and adjust spices as needed.
Add parsley and do a final taste test, simmer for five minutes before serving.
If you want, you can let the soup cool and fill a pre-made pie crust with it (top and bottom crust, making sure to leave holes for venting) then bake in a 400 degree Fahrenheit oven for 40 minutes or until the crust is golden brown.
For the slurry, I like to use 2:1 liquid to starch when mixing an use half and half for the slurry but add a couple of tablespoons of heavy cream after the soup has started to thicken; this is totally optional and if you just go based on what's in the recipe you should be fine.
How to make homemade stock, if you want to:
as you cook over the course of several weeks, gather things like onion tops, the ends of tomatoes, wilty celery, and whatever other safe-to-eat but unpleasant vegetable trimmings you've got and add them to a 1-gallon freezer bag.
Keep the bag in the freezer and add stuff until the bag is full. Once it's full, or if you happen to have a chicken or turkey carcass and a mostly-full bag, add the frozen trimmings and any meat trimmings or carcasses you have to a large stock pot (at least a two gallon pot).
Add in a few cloves of garlic and a few bay leaves
Add in water until the vegetables and trimmings are completely covered.
Bring to a boil.
Reduce heat and let simmer for a minimum of two hours.
Turn off the heat and let cool
Spoon or strain out the solids - one way to do this is to pour from the pot into a collander and into another large pot. You can also use a slotted spoon or a strainer or ladle out the liquid from the stock pot, but you want to discard the solids and keep the liquids.
Skim excess or undesired fat off of the stock and discard.
Ladle or pour the stock into containers for storage. I like to use cleaned salsa jars and leave about 20% of the space in the jar free, then freeze the stock in jars so I can use it whenever I want to.
If you aren't freezing the stock, use it within two weeks.
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1whore1gang · 5 months
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Small NSFW Price Drabble
MDNI!!!! PLEASE THIS IS NSFW!!!
Warnings: none super bad, just public stuff and teasing, cursing etc
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It was a big day for you, and your boyfriend John knew that. You had a new group of recruits coming in that you were in charge of training.
You and Soap had headed down to the docking station to welcome them in, giving them tours of the buildings and living quarts. You both got them acquainted to the team and the way around.
In the training facility, you were pacing back and forth in front of the group, explaining basic defense maneuvers. Soap was helping you demonstrate when suddenly you paused.
Although the distraction, you kept speaking, clearing your throat. It was then you realized you put on the wrong underwear.
Feeling the vibrating sensation, you cursed yourself for this stupid mistake. You were in such a rush this morning, you put on the first things you could find in your dresser.
You focused on your breathing as it got stronger and you were sure Soap was onto you. You could tell he knew something was off.
After awhile, you were beginning to crumble as Soap told the recruits to break for lunch. As soon as they were gone, you fell to your knees. “Are you ill?”
You could only shake your head, pointing to your phone. Soap rushed to your phone as you bit your lip to stop any illicit noises from escaping. As you typed a text to your boyfriend, the vibration got stronger.
You let out a whimper as Soap rushed to your side, concerned something was wrong with your health. You sent the message, pissed as could be.
How did John know you were wearing these?
Soap was feeling your forehead and searching you for any indications as to what could be wrong.
That’s when you let out a moan, immediately covering your mouth.
Soap knew immediately. “Oh shit…” He couldn’t help but smile a little, trying to hide his laugh.
You could feel the coil in your stomach tighten as you gripped onto Soap. You tried to suppress your noises, but it was no use.
Soap had just watched you cum.
As soon as you came undone, the vibrations stopped and you fell onto your back. You heard a familiar low chuckle as your boyfriend entered your vision. “You did this on purpose didn’t you?”
“No, actually.” He smiled down at you. “I got the notification they’d be turned on and I decided it was too good I couldn’t pass it up.”
Unfortunately, Price is SUPER into voyuerism…
You cursed him and apologized to Soap over and over a million times
He just smirked down as he spoke, “It was actually kind of hot.”
You looked to Price expecting him to be mad, but he just smiled.
Uh oh….
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icameheretoreadstuff · 6 months
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Kinktober day 7 - Stuck in wall
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Pairing: Zoro x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, NSFW, MDNI, Smut, Stuck in wall, Oral, spanking. Summary: you were currently on the ship alone, right now you need to be alone. Away from your big crush Zoro- but when you get stuck in a hole in the wall, with no help around you to get free, guess who comes and catches you off guard? oh and yeah, youre btw naked x) A/N: Masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.
You were currently alone on the ship. The moon was shining through the window. Everyone was probobly drunk at a bar somewhere on the current island you were on, you didn't know. Honestly you just wanted to be alone. The waves were pretty hard even if the ship was docket. You had just finished working out and had thrown off your sweaty clothes when you were about to get dressed. You were currently in the girls' quarters all alone.
You tried to get dressed in peace, when you felt the ship wiggle adruptly and you fell through a whole in the wall. your arms were stuck inside the girls' quartes, but your head and shoulders were stuck in the hallway. You knew you needed help but not just by anyone. Nami would be the safest for sure, the last person you wanted to come inside was fucking Zoro. He was the main reason you were alone at the ship. You weren't sure if he knew, but Nami knew and thoose two- Well you hoped she wouldn't tell Zoro about your big crush but maybe it would slip out? Maybe she just said something about you, totally random excuse like why you didn't join them and it would click why My mood was different? Maybe he would come over? well, you were sure that wouldn't happen anytime soon cause you were sure he was clueless about your crush.
Anyway, Lately he would sit close to you and you felt like you were dying cause the way he smelled, when he leaned against you or laughed at a joke you said and playfully punched you, tickled you and made you laugh. Nami always noticed and gave you sympothetic looks as it felt too hard and you always made an excuse and left. Lately you just didn't want anything to do with him, it was too hard. He was too hot. Pretty much, yeah. He was too hot, figuratively and literally.
You sighed loudly as you started to get annoyed fast. "why?" you whined for yourself. You were just about to get dressed too, meaning you were completely naked. You sighed and tried to wiggle yourself out of the wall but to no avail. "Shit" you struggled to even move an inch. You tried to move your hands up against the whole, didnt work. Force, whining or crying didn't help. Well atleast Zoro is not here to make it worse-
You heard someone outside the hallway but couldn't see who it was "who’s there?" You said loudly, freaking out. No answer. "Wait, do not come in!" too late. You heard someone come inside the room, you started to freak out and tried to wiggle out when you heard someone talk.
"Y/n your'e here?" his voice made your entire body freeze and your heart started to really hurt. “I know you have been ignoring me” he said, automatically you felt too embarrassed and hurt to talk. “I couldn’t find you, then I heard a loud crash-“ and then he went quiet, you heard some shuffling around but couldn't tell what he was doing. "Zoro?" You said and blushed instantly, feeling like you were beginning to cry.
Ofcourse Zoro had to come in and see this, you were naked stuck in a fucking wall. It felt like he was always there when you made a fool out of yourself or not, just around you all the time. Making it hard to not be completly in love with him. "What are you doing?" he said in a weird voice you havent heard before. You sighed loudly "oh nothing, just you know" you cleared your throat "getting stuck and embarressing myself infront of you, the usual, what about you?" you said ironic.
You could hear him walk closer when you felt him touch your hips trying to help you out. A moan escaped your mouth instantly at the contact at his warm hands. He tried to push you twoards him as much as he could without hurting you, which was kinda Ironic. You felt your entire body vibrate through his hands. You couldn't help but to think about all the dirty things he could do to your body right now. You wanted him to touch you more, touch your core which was screaming for attention. "I cant help you without hurting you" he sighed silently.
Another wave hit the ship, causing him to push his buldge into your core. He inhaled deeply as he gripped tight around your hips, a light moan escaped your mouth, you felt your clit was in heaven. You bit hard on your lip and cursed under your breath. "Y/n, your pussy is so fucking wet" he stated, not moving away from your wet clit. You could hear a grunt escaping his mouth. Suddenly you felt him walk away. "Don’t leave" you mumbled, regretting talking instantly. You heard him place something on a chair, probobly his swords. "you don't want me to leave, huh?" He teased. You could tell he was studying your clit which made you not sure how to react but your body sure as hell did. Your body and your clit wanted him to come closer and touch you some more. "I think I know another way I can help" he said as he walked closer to your ass.
Suddenly you felt contact, his finger slipped inside of you straight to your g-spot, moving his finger in circles. "Yes” you hummed. He put another finger inside you, as you heard his fingers squelch. He pulled out his fingers. "don't stop" you said with a shaky voice. He put another finger inside you, thrusting on your g-spot. “You’re so wet, for me” he whispered into your clit. You spread your asscheeks more as you now knew he was litterally inches away from your clit. You hummed at his fingers squelched in and out.
He moved closer and tasted your clit from the top of your clit all the way to the bottom. You moaned as you felt your entire body vibrate. He pushed his tounge inside you as he put two fingers and moved them in circles on the top of your clit “you like my fingers, huh?” he said and spanked your ass with his hand before he went back to lick and suck your clit, while fingering you. “I love your fingers” you moaned, struggling to talk. he groaned, Then you felt him push three fingers inside you, “fuck” he said, you felt him standing close to you now as he thrusted his fingers hard into you. "zoro-" you hummed as he spanked you hard. “You’re ready for me now” he playfully took a bite at your asscheek. “Fuck y/n” You grunted at the bite. He then spanked you. His fingers slipped out of you. “You taste good” your eyes rolled behind your head as you spread your asscheek some more, trying to invite him in.
He walked off for a second, and you whined silently. You heard his pants fall down on the floor. Suddenly you felt the tip of his dick outside of your clit, causing your hips to automaticly thrust for more. He grunted at the sight, and pushed his big throbbing length inside you slowly. "fuck, You’re so beautiful” he mumbled as he started to thrust slowly into you, spanking you hard, "zor-" you moaned. He grabbed your hips hard as he started to fuck you harder. He huffed “your clit is so tight” he pulled his dick halfway out “you like me fucking you?” He asked as he slowly thrusted his dick inside you. “I love it” you revealed.
As if you said the magic words he began to thrust harder and began to pick up the pace. His dick was touching in all the right places, and going so fast, it felt like he was tickling your clit. Your wet clit was causing him to grip harder around your thighs. “Answer me loudly” he groaned and spanked your ass. “How bad do you love my dick,” he began, spanked your ass once more “tell me” he groaned and you felt his leg stand on something close to you making him stand more comfterable as he fucked you in a fast and hard pace. “I love your dick so bad~” you hummed as you felt closer to cum. “You love my dick, huh?” He grunted and began to thrust harder into you, like he was starving. “How bad do you want to cum on my dick?” He huffed as he felt he was close. “Please-” you moaned, "cum on my dick" he moaned as he moved his hand and started to touch your clit, moving it in circles. His thrust felt euphoric as you began to climax on his dick. “Good girl” he moaned "How bad do you want me to cum inside you" he panted as he began to slow down. The thought of his cum inside you made you even more horny- "so bad, please cum inside me Zoro" He groaned loudly at your answer "y/n" exhaled loudly as he climaxed inside you. “Fuck my cum is dripping outside of you” he grinned as he spanked your ass. "bye" he said abruptly and walked away.
You felt so frustrated, you were enjoying yourself like you haven't done in a really long time. He was litterally blowing your mind and he just left? asshole. He was gonna pay, you flexed your muscles as hard as you can and gripped hard around where you were stuck as you finally got out of the hole in the wall, with pure rage. You were too horny and angry to celebrate as you got out of the damn hole when you turned around looking for him, when you saw Zoro sitting naked in bed into the wall with a pillow behind him, stroking his shaft slowly. The nerve on this guy you thought to yourself. You couldn't help but to smirk at him "You know what? fuck you" you said as you walked over to him. "no" he was not giving you one reaction on his face, not one "fuck me" he said seriously.
Your heart started to thump as you walked over to him and straddled him, holding his cock as you put it in slowly, he was not breaking eyecontact. "I wanna see how good you can fuck me" Looking up into your eyes, with his shimmering beautiful eyes "shit" you hummed as his length was fully inside you. His head flew back as he began to breathe slow and deep. "fuck, you don't know how long I've wanted this" he said as he grabbed your neck and crashed his lips next to yours. You were in total shock but you couldn't stop smiling. "Good" You said, he looked into your eyes and you felt like took your breath away "me too" you kissed him deeply back while he was smiling at your answer.
You began to thrust hard down on his shaft as he couldn't help but kiss you everywhere, on your neck and slowly up twoards your ear and he stopped and whispered "fuck me harder" You felt your entire body build with electricity as you began to shake your ass up and down, your ass flew up and down hard on him as you watched him into his eyes, moaning his name. He gripped tight around your waist amazed of your hips.
You leaned in and held on his shoulders as you thrusted harder and harder, feeling euphoria strech around your entire body. Your breath was deep as you felt your orgasm coming on. "cum for me babe" he whispered, instantly as he said those words you felt orgasm coming strong. This made him grip tight around your hips and thrusted like a maniac into you, making your orgasm last longer, when you felt your orgasm coming to an end, He stopped thrusting so hard into you. "Y/n, I’m close" he panted, it was so hot seeing Zoro, clutch hard on your hips searching for release. "zor-" you moaned "cum in my mouth" you said and slipped out and moved down on the bed so you could taste his dick. You took in his length into your mouth as you bobbed your head, he grabbed your head hard and thrusted you down hard into his lap. He moaned as cum filled your throat. He grunted and thrusted as he filled you up. He let go of your head as you pulled him out of your mouth and swallowed. "good girl" he said fufilled with a half smile on his face.
His hand touched your chin, like a magnet you followed where he guided you and he kissed you deeply. You smiled and grabbed the pillow behind his back. “Come” you grinned and guided him down on the bed as you curled up next to him, his hand was curled from your shoulder around to your back. He held you tight as he grabbed the blanket and threw it over you both, as you fell asleep into his big arms.
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v1olentdelights · 9 months
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Do you name headcanons? Anyway, I am also going to be naming this one because I want to :) --requested--
Neville would never have imagined he would meet someone else who is like him. You were someone who appreciated the small things in life.
It started as a friendship, really. In your first year, you had been assigned as his table partner in charms class, the one he struggled in the most.
You excelled in it (he would find out later that you were actually quite average, but studied in the library so you could help him more). And things only grew from there.
When the second year rolled around, he was excited to see you again! You had kept in contact over the summer, constantly talking about mundane things. But he looked forward to every letter, as did you.
He was worried for you when the issue of the chamber of secrets circulated through the student population.
You both would spend some extra time together. Studying or lounging in the quart yard.
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In his 3rd year, he struggled a lot. Things with his parents had taken a toll on him. He was beginning to realize that they wouldn’t be returning to a normal state.
He had asked you to meet him in the astronomy tower one night. It wasn’t something he had ever done before. Of course you had spent evenings together, he would sit next to you at dinner. And he would walk you to your common room, bidding you goodnight.
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When you found him up there, his feet were dangling off the edge. It was then that you knew something was really wrong. Neville didn’t like standing on the edge of the balcony to use the telescope, and now he was hanging his feet off the edge?
“Nev, are you okay?” Your voice was soft and caring. It made him want to cry even more. When he looked back at you, he saw the concern written all over your face.
“I-“ his voice gave out, quickly wiping his tears and clear his throat he tried again. “I need to talk to you about something, please.”
“Of course! What can I do?” Making your way over to him, you grabbed his hand and pulled it in your lap.
“My parents. They have been in St. Mungo’s for the past 11 years. And they haven’t gotten any better.” He began to tremble at the thought of his parents.
“I don’t know what to say, Nev. I’m sorry, it is not enough, but that’s all I can think to say. I’m. here for you.” Gripping his hand a bit tighter, you pulled him into you. His head rested on your shoulder as he began to sob.
“I don’t know what to do without them. I thought they would get better. I thought I’d have parents again.” It was hard to catch most of what he was saying through his cries and hoarse voice.
“They will always be your parents. You have to know that. And they will always be there for you.” It was something you couldn’t stress enough.
It was then that Neville understood you were no ordinary friend. You were something special.
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By the 4th year, things began to change. You wouldn’t meet his eyes as much anymore, He got panicky at the thought of being alone with you.
There had even been a few times where you caught yourself writing your first name next to his last. But you quickly throw the journal into the bottom drawer of the desk in your room.
Despite the anxious feeling you had at the thought of being around Neville, you often spent time with him by the lake. He had been trying to find some kind of water plant…
You were sure he had told you about it at some point, but you weren’t focused on the words he was saying.
At some point, Harry Potter decided to join you both. He said he wasn’t speaking to Hermione and wasn’t on good terms with Ron.
Of course, both you and Neville invited him to join you. But it actually made Neville feel something. A sick but upset feeling in his stomach.
You began to talk to Harry about quidditch and the tournament trials. You found yourself actually enjoying the conversation simply because the great and mighty chosen one was really just a simple 15 year old who had a somewhat normal life.
But that meant you weren’t talking to Neville about the book you were reading. And you weren’t telling him about how you wanted to travel the world, alongside Neville, before settling down.
Neville would never admit to it, but in this moment, he was jealous of Harry Potter. Not because he was the focus of everyone, not because he was the hero, and especially not because he had defeated Voldemort, (well half of him?) at the age of 11. No, he was jealous of Harry Potter because he had your attention.
Soon, dance lessons began. Most people thought it was hilarious and made a joke of it. But not you, in fact you enjoyed it. Thankfully, you were partnered up with a girl friend, there was no awkwardness of a boy. Yet.
Neville had practiced and practiced. He even devoted extra time he would have spent helping some of the first years with homework to practicing a waltz he knew you were particularly fond of.
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However, something happened. Well, he only witnessed the first half of it, but he could feel that sickening feeling of jealousy burn again…
Harry Potter had sent a paper butterfly fluttering towards you. Inside was the question Nev had dreaded.
Would you do me the great honor of going to the Yule Ball with me? Meet me out in the viaduct courtyard after class.
You blushed at the thought that someone had asked you to the ball. But your thoughts were interrupted by Neville quickly excusing himself and rushing out of the hall.
Thankfully, the study period and the school day ended soon after. You found Harry waiting for you by the stairs.
“So, what do you think?” He was smiling brightly and holding a hand out for you as you took a rather large step down onto the bridge to the courtyard.
“Harry, I am honored that you asked me, trust me. Getting asked to the ball is something I never thought would happen.” As you turned to him you could see a small smile.
“But…” With a light chuckle, you nudged him in the shoulder.
“But I am actually hoping someone else will ask me. Don’t take it the wrong way, I just… I really like this boy, and I think he likes me as well, and I really really want to go with him.” Your face felt warm again at the thought of going to the ball with Neville.
“Well why don’t you ask this mysterious person?” He nudged you back. “Actually part of the reason I asked you is to possibly push either of you to ask the other out. Come on. It is obvious that you love each other.” Your jaw dropped.
“You asked me, knowing I would say no? Did you just use my rejection against me?!” You found it hilarious, but also there was a small, very small part of you that was hurt that he would do such a thing.
“Yes, I mean if you had accepted it, I would totally have taken you to the ball. But I knew you would say no.” Both of you stopped outside the entrance to the central hall. He now looked at you straight on with a serious-ish face. “Now go get your lover boy.”
Later that evening, you found him sitting in the herbology wing. He sat by the pond watching the fish swim around. They had no problems, no worries about asking someone to the ball, and Neville envied that.
“Neville?” You had finally found him. You had also cursed the founders for making the school so big that you scoured the entire school for him. “Nev, can we talk?”
He simply gestured for you to sit next to him on the bench.
“Did you leave because of Harry?” The huff he let out was an answer of its own.
“Maybe. Why does it matter? Did you just come here to gossip about it?” He almost sounded mad.
“No.” It came out defensively. “Why would I do that? I came to let you know that I turned down his offer.”
“Why would you do that? He is the perfect stand-up boy.” Why was he acting like this? Your sweet Neville.
“Because I want you to ask me. I’ve been waiting, I thought you felt the same way. I must have read the signs wrong.” You got up and began to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist to stop you.
“You didn’t. You didn’t read the signs wrong. I just didn’t know if you wanted to go with me. I had this whole plan for this evening, and then he asked you, and I thought you would just go with him.” He slipped his hand into yours, slotting your fingers together.
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That is what led you to this moment. All the dancing at the ball, it made you feel like royalty, like you were the most beautiful person in the room. After quite some time of jumping around and dancing, you and Neville escaped to a balcony.
He spun you once on your way out. You let out a little laugh, a sound he wished he could bottle up and listen to over and over again.
Then it all came crashing in. Everything had changed. You were more than friends, something you couldn’t quite place yet.
It could only be described as a moment from a muggle movie. He brought his hand up to your cheek, his thumb ever so gently brushing against your face. As he looked all over your face, they finally landed on your eyes.
“All I know since yesterday is everything has changed” a moment of silence before he was leaning in.
And you realized that you were completely okay with this new change.
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madameriasims4 · 1 year
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turt. (Set of Six Turtlenecks)
BGC
Standalone (pick and choose what you want)
Tagged for Everyday and Party.
The Tank variants are found in the Tank Top category in CAS, and are also tagged for Athletic and Hot Weather.
The Quart variants are found in the Blouse and Sweater categories, and are also tagged for Cold Weather.
Both the Quart and the Tank variants come in a palette made to match these yoga leggings by @pleyita (my favorite leggings of all time)
The Quart version also comes in 35 swatches from my Leliana palette and has a subtle knit/ribbed-ish texture to it.
Everyone in the main preview image is on their way to dance auditions for your favorite musical that is about to be adapted into a movie.
Download link below the cut!
It took me waaaay too long to finish this really simple set because it's the end of 2022 and my brain is mush.
I really thought this set would take me like, two or three days at most, but I really struggled with making a clean texture from the original EA turtleneck textures I was using. I ended up losing a lot of my enthusiasm for this set, but I also really wanted to finish it so I could clear out the space in my head, if that makes any sense.
This set is called "turt." because that's how most of my WIP files were named and for some reason it made me chuckle every time.
Attribution: Texture from freepik.com
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Artemis Straight to the point info 
Herbs • Artemisia, plants that bloom under the moonlight, Cypress, Chamomile, thyme, Lavender, Mugwort (poisonous if used in large amounts and can irritate skin), Birch, Juniper (poisonous if used in large amounts and can irritate skin), Mint, Pine (poisonous if used in large amounts and can irritate skin), Sage, Thistle (poisonous if used in large amounts and can irritate skin), Yarrow (poisonous if used in large amounts and can irritate skin), Angelica (poisonous if used in large amounts and can irritate skin), Bay Laurel (poisonous if used in large amounts and can irritate skin), Coriander, Dill, amaranth, cannabis, cedar, cypress, daisy, date palm, hazel, mugwort, myrtle, ox-eye daisy, silver fir, willow, laurel trees, fir trees, Various nuts or nut trees, Asphodel, Wormwood, wild flowers, Tarragon
Animals• deer/stags, geese, wild dogs, fish, goats, bees, hounds, all animals (she is the creator of all Animals in some discriptons), Calydonian boar, partridges, guineafowls, lions or leopards, bees, bears especially, bulls 
Zodiac • Cancer, Sagittarius, and Scorpio 
Colors • Silver, green, blood red, moonlight silver, Yellow
Crystal• moonstone, Black jasper, Clear quarts, Opal, White or black pearls, Amethyst, Black tourmaline.
Symbols• quiver, hunting spears, a torch, and a lyre, deer 
Jewelry you can wear in their honor• You can veil, and wear a maternity outfit in her honor while giving birth. 
Diety of • Unmarried Girls, Girl Childhood, hunting, chastity, menstruation, fast and easy death in childbirth, nature, childbirth, wildlife, healing, sudden death, animals, lakes, springs, virginity, young women, archery, and the moon
Patron of • childbirth, and fertility (Virgin means unmarried when she got the title before the meaning of it today, she helped Apollo be born, which accords to fertility), lesbians, unmarried women, hunt, chastity, archery, and the wilds, she protects girls and women during childbirth, menstruation, the moon, Nursing infants, Maiden dances, Maiden song, nurses/doctors who help with childbirth
Offerings•  •Bows and arrows, Images of Artemis, Game meat, Amphiphontes (round cakes topped with tiny torches, These are likely a reference to the full moon. White-frosted cupcakes with white or silver candles may be a suitable substitute), Cakes, cookies, pastries shaped like animals (ex-particularly deer), Red wine, Red grape, popomegranate, cranberry juice, Honey, Luxurious clothing, Wildflowers, almonds, goats, Honey, Hunting tools, javelins, nets, traps, masks, flowers, animal bones, tusks, taxidermy, tusks, animal hides, clothing (your favorite clothing or a garment you bought specifically for her), Owl and quail feathers, your hair 
Devotional• Donate to childbirth charities, donate to young girl charities and programs,   Dancing, Herbalism, Donating woman and girl clothes, taking nature walks, enjoying nature, give her offerings at midnight, make arrows, devote your hunting (invoke her before and thank her after), have a feast of her favorite food in her honor
Ephithets & titles • ACRAEA/Akraia - given to various goddesses and gods whose temples were situated upon hills, AEGINAEA/Aiginaia - when she was worshipped at Sparta, AETO′LE/Aitôlê - when she was worshipped at Naupactus, AGORAEA/AGORAEUS/Agoraia/Agoraios - protectors of the assemblies of the people in the agora, AGRO′TERA/Agrotera - the huntress, ALPHAEA/ALPHEAEA/ALPHEIU′SA/Alphaia/Alpheaia/Alpheiousa - derived from the river god Alpheius, who loved her, AMARYNTHUS/Amarunthos - a hunter of Artemis, A′NGELOS/Angelos - when she was worshipped at Syracuse, APANCHO′MENE/Apanchomenê - the strangled goddess, ARICI′NA/Arikinê -from the town of Aricia in Latium, ARISTO/Aristô - the best, ASTRATEIA/Astrateia - she was believed to have stopped the progress of the Amazons, BRAURO′NIA/Braurônia - from the demos of Brauron in Attica, CALLISTE/Kallistê - when she was worshipped at Athens and Tegea, CARYA′TIS/Karuatis - from the town of Caryae in Laconia, CHITO′NE/Chitônê - represented as a huntress with her chiton girt up, CHRYSAOR/Chrusaôr - The god with the golden sword or arms, CNA′GIA/Knagia - derived from Cnageus, COLAENIS/Kolainis - from the Attic demos of Myrrhinus, CORDACA/Kordaka - derived from an indecent dance called kordac, performed in honour of the goddess after a victory,  CORYPHAEA/Koruphaia - the goddess who inhabits the summit of the mountain, CORYTHA′LLIA/Koruthallia - from Sparta, at whose festival of the Tithenidia, CRANAEA/Kranaia - derived from a temple on a hill near Elateia in Phocis, Kunthia and Kunthios - surnames respectively of Artemis and Apollo,  DAPHNAEA and DAPHNAEUS/Daphnaia and Daphnaios - surnames of Artemis and Apollo, DE′LIA and DE′LIUS/Dêlios and Dêlia or Dêlias - surnames of Apollo and Artemis, DELPHI′NIA/Delphinia -Artemis at Athens, DERRHIA′TIS/Derriatis -  derived from the town of Derrhion, 
EURY′NOME/Eurunomê - from Phiglea in Arcadia, GAME′LII/Gamêlioi theoi - the divinities protecting and presiding over marriage, GENETYLLIS/Genetullis - the protectress of births, HECAERGE/Hekaergê - a daughter of Boreas, who were believed to have introduced the worship of Artemis in Delos, HEGE′MONE/Hêgemonê - leader or ruler, HEMERE′SIA/Hêmerêsia - soothing goddess, HEURIPPE/Heurippa -  finder of horses, HY′MNIA/Humnia - when she was worshipped throughout Arcadia, IMBRA′IA/Imbrasia - surname of Artemi, ISSO′RIA/Issôria - derived from Mount Issorion, LA′PHRIA/Laphraia - surname of Artemis among the Calydonians, LEUCOPHRYNE/Leukophrunê - derived from the town of Leucophrys in Phrygia, LIME′NIA/LIMENI′TES/LIMENI′TIS, and LIMENO′SCOPUS/Limenia/Limenitês/Limenitis/Limenodkopos - the protector or superintendent of the harbour, LIMNAEA/LIMNE′TES/LIMNE′GENES/Limnaia/Limnêtês/Limnêgenês - inhabiting or born in a lake or marsh, LOCHEIA/Locheia - the protectress of women in childbed, LYCEIA/Lukeia - a surname of Artemis, LYCOA′TIS/Lukoatis - surname of Artemis, LYGODESMA/Lugodesma - surname of Artemis whose statue had been found by the brothers Astrabacus and Alopecus under a bush of willows, LYSIZO′NA/Lusizônê - the goddess who loosens the girdle, MELISSA/Melissa - alleviates the suffering of women in childbed, MUNY′CHIA/Mounuchia - derived from the Attic port-town of Munyhia, OENOA′TIS/Oinôatis - surname of Artemis, O′RTHIA/Orthia/Orthias/Orthôsia - regarded as the goddess of the moon, ORT′YGIA/Ortugia - derived from the island of Ortygia, PARTHE′NIA/Parthenia - the maiden, PHERAEA/Pheraia - surname of Artemis at Pherae in Thessaly, PHOEBE/Phoibê - regarded as the female Phoebus or sun, PHO′SPHORUS/Phôsphoros - occurs as a surname of several goddesses of light, PITANA′TIS/Pitanatis - derived from the little town of Pitana in Laconia, where she had a temple, SARO′NIS/Sarônis - surname of Artemis at Troezene, SARPEDO′NIA/Sarpêdonia - derived from cape Sarpedon in Cilicia, SOTEIRA/Sôteira - the saving goddess, TAU′RICA/DEA/hê Taurikê - the Taurian goddess, TAURIO′NE/TAURO/TAURO′POLOS/TAURO′POS/Tauriônê, Taurô/Tauropolo/Taurôpos - originally a designation of the Tauran goddess, 
THOANTEA - a surname of the Taurian Artemis, UPIS/Oupis - assisting women in child-birth, Αγροτερη/Agrotera - Of the Hunt, Δικτυνναια/Dictynnaea - Of the Hunting Nets, Φεραια/Pheraea - Of the Beasts, Ελαφιαια/Pheraea - Of the Deer, Δαφναιη/Daphnaiê - Of the Laurel-Tree, Κε��ρεατις/Kedreatis - Of the Cedar-Tree, Καρυαι/Karyai - Of the Walnut-Tree, Καρυατις/Karyatis - Of the Walnut-Tree, Λιμναιη/Limnaiê - Of the Lake, Λιμνατις/Limnatis - Of the Lake, Ἑλεια/Hêleia - Of the Marshes, Ευρυνωμη/Eurynômê - Of Broad Pastures, Λυκειη/Lykeiê - Of the Wolves, Λευκοφρυηνη/Leukophruênê - Of the White-(Bird?), Παιδοτροφος/Paidotrophos - Nurse of Children, Φιλομειραξ/Philomeirax - Friend of Young Girls, Ορσιλοχια/Orsilokhia - Helper of Childbirth, Σελασφορος/Selasphoros - Light-Bringer, Φωσφορος/Phôsphoros - Light-Bringer, Σωτειρα/Sôteira - Saviour, Ἡμερασια/Hêmerasia - She who Soothes, Ὑμνιη/Hymniê - Of the Hymns, Ἡγεμονη/Hêgemonê - Leader (of Dance, Choir), Κορδαξ/Kordax - Of Cordax Dance, Αριστη/Aristê - Best and Excellent, Ευκλεια/Eukleia - Of Good Repute, Καλλιστη/Kallistê - Very Beautiful, Πατρωια/Patrôia - Of the Fathers or Ancestral, Βασιλεις/Basileis - Princess/Royal, Ἱερεια/Hiereia - Priestess, Πρωτοθρονιη/Prôtothroniê - Of the First Throne, Μουνυχια/Mounykhia - Of Munychia (Attica), Βραυρωνια/Braurônia - Of Brauron (Attica), Κορυφαια/Koryphaia - Of Mt Coryphus (Argos), Αιγιναιη/Aiginaiê - Of Aegina, Δερεατις/Dereatis - Of Dereum (Laconia), Αλφειαια/Alpheiaiai - Of Alpheus R. (Elis), Αλφειωσια/Alpheiôsia - Of Alpheus R. (Elis), Αλφειουση/Alpheiousê - Of Alpheus R. (Elis), Λυκοη/Lykoê - Of Lycoa (Arcadia), Σκιατις/Stymphalia - Of Scias (Arcadia), Στυμφαλια/Skiatis - Of Stymphalus (Arcadia), Κνακαλησια/Knakalêsia - Of Mt Cnacalus (Arcadia), Αιτωλη/Aitôlê - Of Aetolia, Αμαρυσιη/Amarysiê - Of Amarynthus (Euboea), Αμαρυνθια/Amarynthia - Of Amarynthus (Euboea), Φεραια/Pheraia - Of Pherae (Thessaly), Ροκκαια/Rhokkaia - Of Rhocca (Crete), Μυσια/Mysia - Of Mysia, Αστυρηνη/Astyrênê - Of Astyra (Troad), Κολοηνης/Koloênês - Of Coloe (Lydia), Εφεσια/Ephesia - Of Ephesus (Caria), Κινδυας/Kindyas - Of Cindya (Caria), Περγαια/Pergaia - Of Perge (Pamphylia), Σκυθια/Skythia - Of Scythia, Ταυρια/Tauria - Of Tauric Chersonese, Ταυροπολος/Tauropolos - Of Taurus-City (Scythia), Ιφιγενεια/Iphigeneia - Of Iphigenia (heroine), Σαρωνις/Sarônis - Of Saron (hero Argos), Κναγια/Knagia - Of Cnageus (hero Sparta), Ελαφιαια/Elaphiaia - Of Elaphius (hero Elis), Καλλιστω/Kallistô - Of Callisto (heroine Arcadia), Λαφρια/Laphria - Of Laphrus (hero Phocis), Σαρπεδωνια/Sarpedônia - Of Sarpedon (hero Lycia?), Προπυλαιη/Propylaiê - Of the Gate, Ορθια/Orthia - Of the Steep, Αγοραια/Agoraia - Of the Market-Place, Απανχομενη/Apankhomenê - Strangled Lady, Λυγοδεσμη/Lygodesmê - Willow-Bound, Αστρατεια/Astrateia - Stayed the Advance, Ἑυριππα/Heurippa - Horse-Finder, Πειθω/Peithô - Persuasive, Πυρωνια/Pyrônia - Of the Fire, Κολαινις/Kolainis - Hornless,
Docked (Animal), Κονδυλεατις/Kondyleatis - Of Knuckles? (kondylos), Λευκοφρυνη/Leukophrynê - White-Toad?, -Bird?, Κοκκωκη/Kokkôkê - Of Berry-Seed? (kokkos), Κνακεατις/Knakeatis - Of Wolves? (knêkias, knakias), Αναιιτις/Anaiitis - (Lydian Goddess?), Ισσωρια/Issôria - unkown, Νεμυδια/Nemydia - unkown, Πωτνια Θερων/Pôtnia Therôn - Queen of Beasts, Ποτνα Θεα/Potna Thea - Goddess Queen, Λητωις/Lêtôis - Daughter of Leto, Λατωια/Latôia - Daughter of Leto, Λητωιας/Lêtôias - Daughter of Leto, Ἑκατη/Hekatê - Far-Shooting, Ἑκατηβολος/Hekatêbolos - Far-Shooting,Ἑκαεργε/Hekaerge - Worker from Afar, Ιοχεαιρα/Iokheaira - Of Showering Arrows, Χρυσηλακατος/Khrysêlakatos - Of the Golden Distaff, Χρυσαλακατος/Khrysalakatos - With Shafts of Gold, Αγροτερα/Agrotera - Of the Hunt, Θηροσκοπος/Thêroskopos - Hunter of Wild Beasts, Ελαφηβολος/Elaphêbolos - Deer-Shooting, Χρυσηνιος/Khrysênios - Of the Golden Reins, Χρυσοθρονος/Khrysothronos - Of the Golden Throne, Ευστεφανος/Eustephanos - Well-Girdled/Sweet-Garlanded, Κελαδεινος/Keladeinos - Strong-Voiced, Κελαδεινη/Keladeinê - Lady of Clamours, Ἁγνη/Hagnê - Chaste/Pure, Παρθενος/Parthenos - Virgin/Maiden, Αιδοιος παρθενος/Aidoios Parthenos - Revered Virgin, Προστατηρια/Prostatêria - Standing Before/Guardian, Αρτεμισιον/Artemision - Temple of Artemis, Ταυροπολιον/Tauropolion - Temple of Taurian Artemis, Εφεσιον/Ephesion - Temple of Ephesian Artemis
Attedees• OKEANIDES Cloud-Nymphai (only 60 of the 3000), NAIADES Fresh-water Nymphai (only some), BRITOMARTIS Goddess of Nets, Apotheosed girl-companions (ex- Phylonoe, Polyboia, Iphigeneia, Oupis), Mortal hunting companions (ex- Kallisto, Hippolytos)
Equivalents• Diana (Roman), Selene (Greek), Artume (Etruscan), Flidais (Celtic), Skadi (Norse), Bendis (Thracian goddess), Bastet (Egyptian goddess), Perasia (Cappadocian goddess), Tauria (Taurian goddess)
Signs their reaching out• Sudden pull to research her, to hunt, suddenly meeting people hunting, being a girl group all of sudden, focusing on yourself and not sexuality. 
Vows/omans• being a sacred Virgin/unmarried forever 
Number• 6 
Morals• Morally dark.
Personality• Introverted and independent temperament, practical, adventurous, athletic, and prefers solitude, she loves hunting, she is focused. 
Home• Mount Olympus but does spend a lot of time in the forest. 
Mortal or immortal • Immortal
Facts• Artemis was both a hunter of wild animals and their protector, she helped Leto birth to Apollo (suggesting that she was already mentally developed in the wound.)
Curses• miscarriage, Stunted growth, Illness & disease, Sudden death, plague 
Blessings• Success in hunting, fishing, and fowling, Successful delivery, good health
Roots• She was first mentioned on 700 BC, by Hesiod, In the Theogony she was born on the island of Delos.
Parentage• Zeus and Leto 
Siblings• Apollo (twin brother and full sibling), Aeacus, Angelos, Aphrodite, Ares, Athena, Dionysus, Eileithyia, Enyo, Eris, Ersa, Hebe, Helen of Troy, Hephaestus, Heracles, Hermes, Minos, Pandia, Persephone, Perseus, Rhadamanthus, the Graces, the Horae, the Litae, the Muses and the Moirai.
Pet• Deers/Doe, they pull her chariot 
Appearance in astral or gen• usually depicted as a girl or young maiden with a hunting bow and quiver of arrows
Festivals • Mounukhia, Artemisia (6th June, Modern festival of Artemis where anything goes, celebrating freedom and modern inspiration),  Elaphebolia (6 Elaphebolion, March-April, Festival of Artemis the deer hunter), Kharisteria (6 Boedromion September-October, Festival of thanks to Artemis for Athen’s survival of the Persian assault at Marathon), Mounykhia (16 Mounykhion April-May, Festival of Artemis the light bringer), Philokhoria (Modern observance – Summer Solstice, A joint festival of Artemis and Apollo), Sixth (6th each month, Sacred to Artemis), Thargelia (6-7 Thargelion May-June, Birthday of Apollon and Artemis, first fruit offerings and purification festival)
Season • April and March
Day • Monday 
Secred places• Ephesus/Turkey, Island Delos, Aitolia in Greece, Greek Island Lykia in Anatolia
Status• Greek goddess, in the theoi.
Planet• Moon, (some also believe Venus.)
Her Tarot cards• the high priestess, the temperance card, and the page of wands
Scents/Inscene • Jasmine and lemon, mrryth, frankincense
Prayers• 
Prayer 1
Welcome beloved Artemis, our keen-eyed queen, I beg you hear me now. I pray you guide me that I might find the way. I pray you strengthen me that I might persevere along it. Make my discernment as yours that I might find worthy aims. Make my instinct as yours that I might seize worthy opportunities. Welcome sister of Apollo, golden huntress, we honor and thank you.
Prayer 2
Fleet-footed Artemis, keen-eyed daughter of Zeus and gentle Leto, sister of bright Apollo, we see your shadow in the woods, the curve of your bow, the flex of your arm, we hear the wind whisper as your arrows seek their mark–deadly your art, flawless your aim. Huntress you are, O Artemis, slayer of the stag and the boar, slayer of men and of women, death by your hand is death unforeseen. Maiden are you, goddess, and friend of maidens; ever-youthful one, your favor falls on the young, watching over young girls as they brave the world’s wonders, comforting the mother in the throes of her labor, keeping in your care the newborn babe. Artemis, shining maid of the wilderness, who takes pleasure in games, in contest and in merriment, who leads the nymphs in their carefree dance, whose clear voice we hear in the songs of young women and the hunter’s cry. Artemis, strong and tall, I praise and honor you.
3rd Prayer 
I praise bright Artemis, fair as the budding branch, fair as the spotted fawn, brave as the young bear. From crafty Hephaistos you took the artful bow, the sharp-barbed shafts; from father Zeus you claimed your calling. Far-shooting Artemis, through the thick of the darkened wood you make your way, trailing boar and hare, swiftly and silently, your aim ever flawless, ever kind.
Prayer 4
Artemis, light-bringer, mountain-dweller, graceful one who runs through thorn and thistle with never a scratch, goddess unparalleled, friend of mothers in their travels, friend of maidens, friend of the pretty nymphs, in old Arcadia you roamed the wilderness, in Tauris you took the blood of men, in Ephesus you wore the mural crown. The fire of youth is in you, goddess, the bold and valiant spirit that marks a child as yours. Free-hearted Artemis, worthy daughter of Leto, I honor you always.
5th Prayer
I praise you, Artemis, free-hearted child of Zeus and blessed Leto, courageous goddess who roams the wildwoods with silver bow at hand. Artemis of many names, Artemis of many lands, your temples stood shining and tall, in cities and in villages. In the long days of summer the maidens dance in your honor; in Brauron were the little she-bears under your care. Artemis, the mountains are yours to wander, fleet-footed and firm of step; the wilds of the world are dear to you, O guardian of wood and of beast. Goddess who takes joy in dance and song, companion of the laughing nymphs in all their play, of all young maids you are the swiftest and the strongest, the fairest and the first, in skill and grace the greatest.
Websites/sources in comments.
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Artemis who is the light, and the arrow in the bow, and the bullet in a hunting gun, and the same string In a lyre and a bow. May we all praise the wise huntress, Who is gentle to young girls and the bringer of Swift death from her golden bow.
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Connor and Gavin Besties Dynamic would include
Connor trying to be the one above the call-outs and banter that Gavin throws at him in the workplace, for the sake of professionalism
but the second he's off the clock it is ON
Connor also being petty at work in retaliation
they have the dynamic of that one tiktok where this guy is cooking fried chicken in the bathroom as he's taking a shower so that his friend wouldn't steal it, and then his friend breaks in with a screwdriver and and still steals it.
Gavin would take a picture of Hank's living room and use it as his background during FaceTime calls
"Hey... hey Connor come here, i need to tell you something."
"I don't trust you."
"No seriously, I promise I'm not gonna do anything it's for the case."
"......Fine... what is it?"
*burps in his face*
"....... I swear to-"
Connor gets one of those ice cream quart padlocks and locks Gavin's ice cream at the precinct
Gavin just saws off the bottom of the container and eats it like that out of spite.
* Connor and Gavin at a bar*
Gavin: you better step down, son, taking this whole thing too far. Hold me back, Connor. I'm serious, hold me back, Connor! I'm seRIOUS HOLD ME BAC-......... why aren't you holding me back?
"Excuse me, Gavin but i have those reports for the Carey case right here for you on my desk."
"I ain't falling for my own joke, tin can."
"No, I am serious. And even if i was trying to pull the same joke, i am incapable of eructation."
"Oh... well okay the-"
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Gavin: god I fucking hate that guy, he's such a prick
Coworker: why don't you just stop being friends with him then?
Gavin: FUCK NO! He's already agreed to be my Best Man
*Connor working silently and diligently*
*notices Gavin staring at him from across the bullpen*
"..... what?"
"You're ass is grass and I'm gonna mow it."
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Gavin punching in the teeth of xenophobes. Or at the very least cussing them out because no, Gavin, you already have enough write-ups and complaints as it is, you gotta stop it. Yes, i appreciate the intentions, but the means are getting you in trouble.
Old Cop Acquaintance: Last time we hung out you hated androids. You've gotten soft.
Gavin: No, i've gotten hard. Because he's my best friend, he's my pal. My homeboy, my rotten soldier; my sweet cheese, my good time boy
the newer cops in the precinct start spreading a rumor that Gavin and Connor are dating, and when Connor brings it up with Gavin to see if he wants to do anything to dispel the rumors he just says "If you don't have rumors going around that you and your best friend are dating, then you aren't real best friends."
that's basically how Connor realizes that he has a best friend for the first time.
Gavin: Connor, would you ever bail me out of jail?
Connor: Bold of you to assume I'm not in jail with you
Gavin: bro
Connor: Nines would be the one to bail us out of jail.
Gavin: aw fuck, no, come on! Nines would give us the Look of Disappointment
Connor: Better than the Dad of Disapproval
Gavin: fair point
Tactical Training Day is full of chaos because Gavin makes a bet that he'll do better and while Connor doesn't outright agree to it, you can tell he's playing along because he's putting more effort into the simulations than normal.
Gavin: Okay, run it by me one more time. What do you do if i get shot in the field?
Connor: well, I was programmed to immediately get you clear of the line of fire and then provide medical assistance until back-up or an ALS unit arrives.
Gavin: but?
Connor: ...but you've asked me to cry out "MMMMMM WHATCHA SAAYYY!" and then proceed with my protocols.
Gavin: exACTLY
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The best crystals for beginners witches
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This is just my suggestions and stones I had the most success when I began starting out and often times these are the cheapest.
Clear quarts!
Because it's a crystal you can use for literally anything and everything. You just gotta pop your intention in that baby and it's ready!
Rose quartz
Rose quartz is known as a healing crystal and the stone of unconditional love. It's believed this stone supports emotional and relationship healing, inspire compassion, help in self love, boost feelings of peace and calm.
Amethyst
The properties of Amethyst crystal are deeply connected to peace, clarity of mind, meditation, the crown chakra, the third eye chakra, spirituality and intuition.
Sodalite
This stone enhances your intuition and psychic abilities, helping you connect with your third eye chakra, it helps you to tap into your inner wisdom and spiritual insights.
Moon stone
This stone enhances intuition, promotes inspiration, creativity, sensuality, strong connection to your The Fifth Chakra aka Throat Chakra, success and good fortune in love and business matters.
Sun stone
Also known as the stone of joy, sunstone is believed to inspire good nature, healing of ones inner child, healing trauma and an enjoyment of life. sunstone is highly effective in cleansing auras and chakras. Sunstone is associated with the Base and Sacral Chakras and the heart chakra.
Selenite
Selenite is said to be a powerful healing crystal that promotes peace and calm, mental clarity, healing dark spaces, helps strengthen intention. crystal can remove negative energy and help you connect to higher realms at least that's what people say. It'd connected to the crown chakra and third eye chakra
Aventurine
This is a stone of prosperity. It's great for money magick, It reinforces leadership qualities, supports decisiveness, helps boost good luck, great for creativity magick, boosts optimism and great for beginners in manifestation. It's connected too the heart chakra and sacral chakra.
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