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kitchenwitchtingss · 9 months

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Hi! I'm in love with your recipes and spells, and I was wondering if you had anything for success, specifically when it comes to jobs and job hunting? I've been doing small spells, but they've mostly been luck spells, just using moon salt to season my dishes and a couple other spices and herbs. My supplies and wallet are running low, and I've got what's potentially the most important interview in my career coming up.

The weather did not feel like being favorable when I asked for fair weather so there's that unfortunate already rip the universe decided to punish me for all my storm spells earlier in the month

Hi! Thank you so much! I wish you the best luck for your job interview ^_^

And I totally understand the weather thing, I live in a place that's always raining and storming haha.

The great thing about luck spells is they are very versatile, and heavily intention based. So whether you use a bunch of herbs and crystals or only a little. It usually has similar effects.

Here's a recipe!

LUCKY LENTIL SOUP

This recipe helps in a change of luck, or gives you that boost you need! Whether it be a job interview, a new work environment, an exam, or if you feel like you've been having terrible luck recently. Give this a try!

Ingredients

Olive Oil

1 yellow onion

1 cup chopped carrots

4 cloves garlic ~ Remove Negative Energy

1 lemon

Salt and pepper

Fresh chopped Dill ~ luck, abundance, success

1 potato, cubed

1 1/2 cup lentils, soaked

2 boxes of chicken stock/vegetable stock

Shredded Kale

Grated Ginger ~ luck, healing, protection, prosperity

Basil flakes or fresh basil ~ prosperity, money, protection, success

1 red bell pepper

One bay leaf ~ luck, protection, wisdom, strength

1 tsp turmeric ~ vitality

1/2 teaspoon ground coriander ~ longevity, prosperity

1 tsp cumin ~ protection

Directions:

On medium heat, cook onion, garlic, red bell pepper, and carrots until fragrant and soft. Add broth, juice of half a lemon, potato, grated ginger (as much as you'd like), basil flakes, bay leaf, turmeric, coriander, salt, pepper, and cumin, along with your lentils. Let it come up to a slow boil, and then simmer for a little over half an hour on a lower heat with a lid on, or until lentils are cooked tender. You can add lemon slices to the top if desired.

Add in shredded kale, and cook until soft. About 3-5 minutes. Add more seasoning and lemon juice if desired.

Top with fresh dill. Enjoy!

Here are a bunch of little tips + a recipe that are pretty cheap to do:

Drinking Chai tea.

Draw some sigils of luck and success onto the fruit or food you are about to eat.

you can sew little sigils on the inside lining of your clothes (that way they stay hidden)

If you drink coffee, you could add a little cinnamon for good luck!

You can make makeshift spell jars with old empty jars, spice bottles, pencil lead containers, or empty mint boxes with anything that is green, a little bit of cinnamon, bay leaf, intention written down on paper, and your favorite crystal. Keep it in a pocket.

Ring magic is pretty nifty if it's subtle for a job interview. Simple things like wearing a ring on your middle(association with intelligence, rationality, and quick thinking), or thumb(Creativity, and inspiration). Bonus points if you give it an intention!

You could burn a green candle while thinking of your intentions.

Saturdays are the best day to cast luck spells

The afternoon is also a really good time for luck and career spells

#witches #witchy #kitchen witch #witch #magick #witches of tumblr #witchcraft #kitchen witch recipes #modern witchcraft #modern witch #luck spell #luck #soup #food #witchblr

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thedummysdummy · 11 months

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Can I have a cup of latte with some sweet cream and yes hcs of our CEO dealing with a pregnant wifey 🤧🤌🏻 Pregnancy reveal to labor that will be a thank you.

Firstborn

In his Victor way, he immediately sensed her presence and looked up from his work. Seeing the grin on her face, he immediately knew something was up. “What has gotten a dummy so riled up?” he asked, pausing as he glanced farther down and spotted the pregnancy test in her hand. He jumped up from the couch and hurried to her side, his large hand reaching for hers to grab the test. She relinquished it with no struggle and Victor stared at the little window. A laugh started deep in his chest and made its way to the surface, emerging as he wrapped his arms around his wife.

“See? All that worry for nothing! I told you that we just had to be patient! We have to celebrate. What would you like for dinner? I’ll make you anything you want. And I’ll call up the doctor to make an appointment. This time everything will go smoothly.” Victor scooped the girl up into his arms and buried his face in her hair.

She squirmed a little and squeaked indignantly, but Victor only laughed louder and carried her out of the office and into the living room. “I can walk, you know,” she insisted, his joy soaking into her soul and making her laugh as well. “But really all I want for dinner is a nice butternut bisque. I’m a little too nauseous for much more than that…”

Victor immediately set her down at the dining room table and went to the cupboard where he kept the tea and coffee. Soon the scents of ginger and peppermint filled the air and a steaming cup of tea appeared in front of the girl. “Drink this first while I make dinner, then. But give it a few minutes to properly steep before you greedily gulp it down.”

“It’s too hot to gulp anyway,” the girl protested, but Victor merely shook his head and began his preparations. She watched his strong and slender form as he cut, cleaned, and drizzled olive oil over the resulting chunks of squash. The edges of her lips twitched in a pleased manner and her heart felt almost too big for her chest.

In this moment, she was the luckiest girl alive. She picked up the teacup and inhaled the fragrant steam before blowing a soft breath over the surface of the liquid. As long as she had the love of that man, she had the entire world in her palm.

His baby wasn’t a bad addition, either.

The cup of tea was gone long before the squash had finished steaming, but the girl was content to sit at the table and just watch Victor work. He often glanced over at her and his dark eyes glittered every time he caught her staring. She enjoyed watching his skillful hands transform the hard vegetable into a smooth and creamy soup which soon he ladled into a bowl and placed in front of her. It was followed by a thick slice of toasted sourdough and another cup of tea.

Only once she was served did Victor dish up his own meal and join her at the table. “Are you feeling any better?” he asked, dipping his spoon into the silky soup and blowing gently to cool it. The girl nodded and tore off a bit of the bread to dip into her soup. It was delicious, as was to be expected, and she didn’t even need to ask the ‘secret ingredient,’ because she already knew exactly what it was.

Joy.

~~~

Two months passed by as a moment and a lifetime simultaneously. The girl lost count of how many times she’d had to run out of a filming shoot, returning to the concerned looks of her coworkers.

Finally, Kiki pulled her aside. “Boss, we’ve all noticed that you’ve been ill a lot lately. Is everything okay?” She looked into the girl’s face with concerned eyes, seeming to seek the answer in her boss’s expression. The girl fought with herself for a long moment. Was it too early to make an announcement? She knew it would be another month before she was out of the most dangerous portion of the pregnancy, but if her coworkers were already getting worried…she knew she wouldn’t last another month without telling them.

“Yes, I’m fine. It’s just…don’t spread this around, okay? But I’m pregnant.”

A look of wild excitement filled Kiki’s face. “Oh my goodness! Congratulations, boss! How far along are you?! Has anyone planned a baby shower yet? Are you having a boy or a girl? How does Victor feel about it? This is so exciting!”

The girl slapped a hand over Kiki’s mouth, but that did little to quell the other woman’s excitement. “I’m only eight weeks along, but Victor and I are both very happy. We won’t know if we’re having a boy or a girl for quite a while.” She giggled and her other hand went instinctively to her stomach. “It definitely is exciting. But!! You have to swear not to go announcing it to the entire world, okay? I’ll tell the others after the shoot today, then you all can gossip to your hearts’ content with each other.” She shot Kiki a serious look, and Kiki straightened into a salute.

“You’ve got it, Boss! I won’t tell a soul!”

It was a promise which lasted approximately twenty minutes before the news was nearly enough to make Kiki explode. “But you have to act surprised when the boss tells everyone after the shoot, okay?” she whispered after spilling the beans to Willow.

“Oh, obviously,” Willow insisted. “And we’re also obviously going to plan a surprise party.” Kiki agreed wholeheartedly and the pair went back to the shoot. The day seemed to drag by even slower than usual as the secret burned a hole in their mental pockets. They did their best to look innocent every time the girl was nearby, but the moment she turned her back, the pair could barely contain their excitement.

By the time the shoot wrapped up, everyone was completely exhausted except Kiki and Willow. They were still hyped up on the high of their secret and practically vibrated with excitement when their little crew was called together.

The girl looked at each one of her friends and smiled. “I have a bit of an announcement. I was going to wait a little longer, but I have no doubt the cat would get out of the bag sooner rather than later. So here it is: Victor and I are expecting our first child.”

Cheers of congratulations filled and echoed around the mostly-empty set, making it feel as if the girl were surrounded by an army of well-wishers.

~~~

“But the casual white shirts go on the blue hangers, and the formal ones go on the black ones!”

The girl began pulling all of the clothes that Victor had hung up off their hangers and tossed them on the bed, her arms moving in far more exaggerated circles than was entirely necessary. Victor watched with exasperation, his arms crossed over his chest and his brows furrowed. “Why does it matter? Besides, they are my shirts. Shouldn’t it be my opinion that counts when it comes to putting them away?”

He may as well have declared the instigation of World War 3. The girl looked at Victor incredulously and threw the hanger she was holding to the ground. “Fine! If you’re so opinionated about it, I’ll just let you put them away yourself! And the closet can be a mess.”

“I already put them away myself once, and you pulled them all back out. That seems like you caused the problem, not me.” Victor’s exasperated tone only earned him a look that could kill a nation before his wife stomped out of the room and disappeared into the darkness of the rest of the house.

Victor took a moment to breathe. Why was everything a fight lately?! Good grief, it was the color of hanger for crying out loud. He’d thought putting away the laundry would make her happy, not cause yet another argument. He glanced over the pile of shirts on the bed and wondered where exactly he’d gone wrong.

A cloud settled over his heart as he picked up the shirts and ensured they were on the ‘proper’ hangers before putting them back in the closet. Every now and then he glanced at the bedroom door, half expecting to find her standing there watching. However, she never appeared. It didn’t take too long to fix the shirts and make the bed for good measure; only after that did he dare go seeking his wife.

Perhaps ‘seeking’ was the incorrect word. Victor was pretty sure he knew exactly where he’d find her. He easily crossed the dark house and opened the nursery door, standing in the doorway. Moonlight filtered across the carpeted floor and landed on the chair on the opposite side of the room, highlighting the small amount of dust which drifted back and forth as sand in the ocean.

Sure enough, the girl was curled up in the rocking chair, clutching a shiba plush. Even in the moonlight he could see the glisten of tears on her cheeks and he sighed. “Dummy,” he whispered, crossing the room in three long strides. She looked away, hiding her face behind the golden fur of the shiba. But Victor pushed it gently away and lifted her chin. He wiped away one of the tears with his thumb and kissed her forehead. “I love you, my little dummy.”

While the words were simple, they seemed to be the magic words which unlocked the door. A torrent of tears ran down the girl’s cheeks and she flung herself into Victor’s arms. “I didn’t mean to yell at you,” she sobbed, burying her face in his shoulder. “I don’t know why I’m like this! It’s like I can’t even control myself and I hate it!”

Victor ran his fingers tenderly through her hair and held her close. “It’s just the pregnancy. You’ll feel better soon. Only six weeks left, hm? I’m not going anywhere, no matter how moody you get. So stop beating yourself up and come to bed.” He slid one arm under the girl’s legs and scooped her up. “You need your rest if our little one is going to be healthy.”

~~~

It was dark when the girl waddled into the office. She groaned a little and shifted on her feet, trying to find a position that didn’t hurt. Unfortunately, there was no such thing at this point in the pregnancy. Her hand went for the lightswitch and she wondered idly how she was the first one there for the meeting. Anna had seemed quite insistent that it was incredibly important, and even Victor had seemed keen to get her here on time.

The lights caused her to go momentarily blind and she squinted as they adjusted. A jubilant shout of ‘SURPRISE!’ caused her to jump, but once she was able to open her eyes again, she was met with a room full of pink and blue balloons and streamers. Everyone she loved sat in chairs around the room with bright grins. Cupcakes decorated with pastel frosting and baby bottle sprinkles made up a large centerpiece, surrounded by various other snacks, while another table was absolutely loaded with brightly wrapped gifts.

A hand softly on her back propelled the surprised mother-to-be into the room; it was connected to a smirking Victor. “Come on, get in there. Your friends didn’t organize this just for you to stand in the doorway with your mouth hanging open.”

She broke out of her stupor and joined her loved ones for an evening of ridiculous games, eating, and opening of gifts. The sheer amount of love she felt from everyone in the room was a warm blanket which encircled her heart with tender softness. Each hug, each gift, and each kind word helped erase just a little bit more of the pain and discomfort of being eight and a half months pregnant.

And when Victor noticed that she was beginning to tire, he took her hand in his big, warm palm and addressed the room. “Thank you, everyone, for the party and the gifts. We very much appreciate it, but my wife is going to fall asleep in her chair if I don’t get her home soon.” She gave his hand a squeeze and with those they loved trailing behind them with arms full of gifts to load into the car, the happy pair returned home with far more than just a new mountain of belongings.

~~~

Of course it would be the middle of the night. The girl got up for what felt like the fifteenth time that night to use the bathroom, only to feel warmth running down her leg. “Too slow…” she muttered as she waddled into the other room.

However, it soon became apparent that this wasn’t a middle-of-the-night bladder leak. An intense pain gripped the girl’s stomach and she curled up on herself, letting out a strangled squeak of pain and surprise. It wasn’t incredibly loud, but loud enough to cause Victor to rocket up from the bed. His sleep had been poor for the last week already, just in case this exact thing happened.

“Is it time?!” he exclaimed, looking quite silly with his dark hair tousled upwards and his boxers slightly twisted. All it took was a single nod for him to spring into action, tossing on the clothes he’d specifically kept on the chair next to the bed for easy access and grabbing the hospital bag they’d lovingly packed together.

Minutes later the girl was dressed as well and Victor helped her into the car. His hands trembled as he buckled her belt, though out of fear or excitement was up for debate. Probably both. He hustled around the front of the car and into his seat, turned the key, and soon the pair were speeding down the road toward the hospital.

Each time a new contraction hit, the girl fumbled for Victor’s hand. “I’m right here. Just breathe,” he soothed, running his thumb over the back of her hand. “We’ll be there soon. I’m right here.” As Victor was wont to do in situations involving his wife, he drove with a reckless abandon in regards to the speed limit. They soon walked into labor and delivery, where the girl was whisked away while Victor paced the waiting room.

Luckily for everyone in the hospital, Victor was only made to wait until his wife was dressed and put in her delivery bed before he was allowed to go back with her. “It will probably still be a little while, Mr. Li. The contractions are still ten minutes or so apart, and she’s only at an eight. We’ll check in often, but why don’t you try to get a little rest while you can? When the contractions are two minutes apart or less, we’ll get the doctor in here.”

Victor nodded, though he knew there would be absolutely no rest for him tonight. Not until those sweet cries filled his ears, and that sweet bundle filled his arms. He sat at his wife’s bedside and held her hand as she did her best to remain calm through round after round of contractions. “I’m positive we’re having a boy,” she murmured. “I regretted deciding to wait to find out for sure, but now that it’s time…I think it’s even more exciting this way.”

“I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl, as long as we get a healthy baby.” Victor placed his hand on his wife’s belly and was rewarded with a solid kick. “They’ve definitely got your attitude…”

The hours passed by painfully slowly. Painfully being the key word. By morning, the girl was convinced this labor thing was never going to end. That was, until she was hit with contractions five minutes apart. Then two minutes apart. Victor pressed the call button repeatedly and the nurses soon arrived, the room filling with motion and excitement. The epidural went in and warm, blissful numbness took the place of the hot pain which had been filling her existence.

The doctor arrived and, after a brief examination, smiled. “Alright, love. It’s time to push, okay? Three breaths and push for me on three. One, two, push. One, two, push.”

Time felt like it stood still as Victor watched his sweet wife’s face flush, and her hand crushed his with each straining push. The doctor kept checking repeatedly, his voice encouraging. “You’re doing great, mama. I see a head! Keep pushing for me. Not too much longer now.”

And he was right. Two pushes later, the shrill sound of a baby’s first cry pierced the air. The nurses rushed forward with a towel and a clamp for the cord, while the doctor checked over the new life for signs of health. “Well, Mr. and Mrs. Li, it seems you have an absolutely perfect little boy.”

Victor wasn’t even embarrassed about the tears that ran down his cheeks as the doctor wrapped the still-mucky little boy in a towel and handed him to his father. He was a chunky little man…and the most beautiful thing Victor had ever seen.

#everyone wants pregnant mc apparently #I do admit I love Daddy Vic very much #ask #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #love and producer li zeyan #mlqc #evol x love #love and producer victor #love and producer #mr love queen's choice #mlqc fanfic #mlqc victor fanfic #asks open

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emmetofthestars · 1 year

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THE TASTIEST GODDAMN LOOKING MIITOPIA FOODS

in no particular order

number 1

devils food cake ☆☆

my stomach hurts just looking at this but oh my goodness look at that drizzle and the point. impeccable

number 2

mushroom sauté ☆☆

i dont eat mushrooms BUT THIS??? i dont even know how its supposed to taste but i wanna take a bite out of this so bad it just looks perfectly cooked (kinda looks like it was grilled?)

number 3

fried cobra ☆☆

NEED THIS IN MY MOUTH RIGHT NOW I CAN HEAR THE CRUNCHINESS AND TASTE THE MEAT HOURRGHFBB GOODNES GRACIOUS

number 4

strata sundae ☆☆

i could never finish this but goddammit id do it so i can get the bottommost layer because it looks like the equivalent of the hard chocolate part at the bottom of an ice cream cone (not to mention of course the layers making it look like layers of earth and dirt which is kinda beautiful and of course a smart design choice)

number 5

döner kebab (gourmet)

i eat döner meat only but Oh the idea of biting into this..... though i would say if you tried to pick this up and take a bite, half of the filling would just spill onto the plate

number 6

mummy jerky ☆☆

i know jerky is probably dry most of the time but this looks so juicy and YUMMY and the shredded pepper kernels..... i love that shit

number 7

geothermal pizza (gourmet)

thick crunchy crust, melty and slightly roasted cheese, olives and salami, baked in a brick oven. no other comment

honorable mentions

fragrant tea ☆☆

iceberg salad ☆☆

icy mints ☆☆

#miitopia #food #text

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hekates-corner · 4 months

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Apothecary Diaries | WN Translation | Arc 9 - Chapter 17

Hi and welcome!

For a number of reasons I ended up here - I relay all that happens in the chapters, playing wine-aunt, as I translate to the best of my abilities.

So, be warned, this involves all the spoilers. Want some but not all? My dm's/asks are open.

New here or missed a part? Check out the Masterlist!

Chapter 17 | Hitoban Pt. 2

“Now, what are we going to do?” - Tianyu asks like it’s someone elses problem.

“Whatever I say, won’t you just show me how to do it right?” - Maomao looked at the courtyard.

She/they had decided to let Lihaku sleep since he’s on night patrol. In return, Maomao got a map of the villa.

Narrator-Mao also lets us know that she’s persuaded the quack to go out, so they have to wrap it up early.

“I’m scissors. I’m not going to cut, unless you tell me what paper I’m supposed to cut. If you want to stab anything in the back, that’s fine.”

Maomao: … …

Narrator-Mao notes that Tianyu seems to have a deep-rooted feeling that she doesn’t trust him.

Maomao thinks something along the lines of “But that guy’s someone like that.”

And goes on as narrator that he seems to be lacking ethics.

“For now, let’s go to the place where the yokai appeared.”

Tianyu then uses a word that’s common for interjections but can mean a couple different things - natives don’t rec using that phrase unless it’s orally ‘cause it’s that hard to pinpoint.

The first location is a courtyard where the floating head is seen often.

“Sightings are concentrated on that tree or building/toward the tree and on top of the building.”

Maomao glances at the floorplan of the villa - noting as narrator that, although a villa, it’s quite spacious.

“Ho/Huh” - Tianyu looks alternately at the tree and building.

“Is there anything you’re curious about?”

“Not particularly. What about you, young miss Maomao?”

That’s how Tianyu calls her.

“For me, there’s two things.” - She turns her initial attention to the tree.

“It’s a little different from the trees that grow elsewhere in Saito. It’s larger and taller than the others”

“So what/What’s that about?”

“Don’t you care? Different types of plants produce different kinds of medicines. I’ll have to get a little closer to see/find out.”

Tianyu’s like “Yeah, what’s that got to do with anything right now?”

If he’s got an uninteresting personality, Maomao will get/look bored.

“And the other one?”

“The other thing is that the trees and buildings look like “masks”.”

“That’s because he said it would show its face.”

“Yes. When a/the “mask (men)” or “face (kao)” appears/comes out. But they didn’t say “head (atama)” (alt version could be: they say when a mask or face appears - but they don’t say head, it’s complicated, stick with me pls)

One thing that bothered Maomao is that there are two different testimonies: “mask (men)” and “head (atama)”.

“Are you sure they mean “mask (men)” and “head (atama)”, so flat and three-dimensional?”

Narrator-Mao notes that “Tianyu is kinda/somehow very smart. He got close.”

Maomao argues that she doesn’t know about that, but she’s wondering and says that she’ll check out the tree.

Tianyu’s like “Please do. Is there anything to do?” and Narrator-Mao notes that “It looks like the scissors are ready to work.”

“Yes, then/well…” - Maomao pulls out a Tenugui from her pocket and wraps it around a stone that had fallen on the ground.

“Please hook this well to that tree.”

Tianyu’s response can be translated a couple of ways “Don’t talk nonsense/That’s unreasonable/Don’t be absurd/…” in short, he’s not pleased…

But as he says that, he already swung the Tenugui neatly and hooked it on the tree. Now she can climb confidently.

Maomao goes under the tree. The tree is broad leaved and around 2 jo tall.

“Is this an osmanthus?” (fragrant olive - osmanthus fragrans var. aurantiacus)

Maomao looks around. It’s a tree that produces small flowers with a strong fragrance - it’s used to make keika chinshu wine and flower tea.

Maomao puts her hand on the tree and lets out a “Wow!” sound.

Tianyu: Ugh that’s disgusting/dirty.

Maomao, in her head: Shut up/Be quiet.

She had dried bird poop on her hands - going to try and rub it off on the trunk of the tree.

Tianyu’s like “Huh?” and asks her something, I’m not 100% of. It’s related to smell/a stench. I mostly get what she’s sniffing at/smelling but I don’t know if that quite makes sense, in or out of context.

“Eh? What are you stirring with the stick?” - Tianyu looks at her with blank eyes.

Maomao’s like “Huh? Picking it up/apart? I’m picking the contents of the feces up/apart like with chopsticks.”

Tianyu takes half a step back.

Narrator-Mao notes that even she doesn’t like to do it - animal feces contain a lot of information.

“This bird seems to mainly eat insects.” - Tianyu seems to mockingly repeat “It seems to only eat insects”, given the ending & context.

“But there are also some hairs mixed in, probably from a rat or some other small animal.”

“Eats rats? It it a falcon/hawk or black kite (milvus migrans)?”

Narrator-Mao notes that if the bird doesn’t just eat insects but also small animals it would’ve to be of a certain size.

“Yes. But… …” Maomao looks around - letting us know in narration that while the villa has a lot of greenery and plenty of water, meaning there are a few birds here and there, none of them were big enough to eat mice/rats. Also, if there was such a bird, the smaller ones would run away.

Or, at least they don’t appear to be there at this time - Narrator-Mao thinks, turning her attention next to the building.

“You can’t get up on the roof of that building, can you?”

“The roof, huh. Do you want to throw another tenugui?”

“Can you reach it?”

“Looks like it’s impossible/I don’t think so.”

Since there didn’t seem to be a solution, Maomao thought about heading back.. but then Maomao felt/saw something move at the edge of her vision.

She wondered what it was, but since she couldn’t find anything in particular, all she took note of was the openwork decoration under the roof.

“... I really want to climb the roof.”

“Eh, that’s impossible.”

“Let’s do something. We need a ladder.”

“Even if you say that, you’ll have to ask the gardener.”

Narrator-Mao concludes that “perhaps his interest has waned considerably, and he’s not motivated.”

But in her head she’s like: speaking of gardener, if I remeber correctly…

He should be/is the old man who said he’d seen the head yesterday.

She goes about heading to the hut where the gardener’s supposed to be.

“Even if you suddenly ask me to lend you a ladder…” - The old man responds with a troubled/annoyed look and Narrator-Mao wonders that it might be because of the strange thing he saw yesterday that he’s feeling a little lackluster/lifeless.

“I’m told to be kind to guests, but I’m not told to help them rummage around the mansion.”

Tianyu’s like “That’s a fair point.” and in her head Maomao’s like “Which side are you on?”, concluding as narrator that Tianyu’s completely unreliable.

“It looks like a bird is nesting in the cracks in the roof of this mansion.”

“A nest? Well, there’s been a lot of poop lately.”

“Yes. It would be a hassle if the birds were to nest, so I thought I’d clean it up. I would be happy if I could get the eggs. We use them as an ingredient in our medicine.”

“Medicine? Even though we don’t know what kind of bird it it?”

“Yes, eggs are generally good for nourishment.” - Maomao says the appropriate things.

But there’s one more thing to add/that she’d like to add.

“The monster commotion that has become a hot topic lately - I think I know the cause.”

“R-Really?!”

“Yes.”

Narrator-Mao notes that she thinks at least half of the problem can be solved.

The elderly gardener immediately prepared a ladder, but it turned out to be more unstable than expected.

“Maybe I should be (the one) climbing?” Tianyu asks Maomao.

“The way you put it, you have no intention of climbing (it).”

“Yeah.”

Maomao doesn’t feel like asking that much of the old gardener, so she decides to climb up herself. However, as she put up the big ladder, a bunch of government officials and servants gathered around.

“.......”

Unfortunately, no one stepped up to take her place, it was really just a sight-seeing trip.

“Incidentally, the original man of leisure/busybody was also there” - Narrator-Mao notes.

It’s Jinshi. The people around him took three steps back at the appearance of “the great man”.

Jinshi had an indescribable look on his face and went about telling Basen something - Basen nods and comes over to Maomao.

“It looks like you’re going to climb the ladder, but I’ll take your place. What do you want me to do?”

“Are you, Basen-sama?”

Narrator-Mao’s like: To be honest, if Basen were to go, it would be faster if she just did it herself. Although Basen has better athletic abilities, she felt like he would be slow to make quick decisions. In addition—

She goes on thinking that he’ll do something with his enormous strength.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll go.” - While she flatly/firmly refuses, there’s no way he’ll back down.

Basen goes on to argue that either he or Jinshi said he’ll replace her, asking again what he should do. Maomao realizes she has no choice but to give up because it’s assumed/expected that they switch.

“Perhaps, just perhaps, there’s a bird nesting in the gap in the roof. If there is a bird would you be able to/could you please catch it?”

“A bird?”

“Yes, I think it’s probably a nocturnal bird. If it’s asleep, please take your time. If you can reach it.”

“Understood.”

Basen lets out a heavy breath - Maomao on the other hand becomes anxious.

“Basen-sama. Please don’t kill it, because it won’t be able to get into paradise if it’s killed in vain.” (alt is that he won’t if he kills in vain.)

“Please don’t kill it… …” - Basen’s voice immediately becomes quiet.

Maomao thinks “I’m anxious/nervous.”

As narrator she tells us that she was thinking about going to wake up Lihaku, ask him to switch places but then she saw the gap in the roof. It seems like Lihaku would never be able to get into it.

“I think it would be better if I go because of the size of the gap.”

“No, no, I’ll go. Leave it to me!”

Maomao is filled with anxiety as she watches Basen climb the ladder. One lucky thing is that his body is strong, so even if he would fall of the ladder they wouldn’t have to worry about him getting injured.

Basen climbs the ladder and looks through the opening beneath the roof. He makes a circle with his thumb and forefinger.

Maomao thinks something along the lines of “So there’s a birds nest *right?*”

The openwork is removable and Basen goes about removing it slowly. He threaded a string through it and lowered it to the ground. He then twists his body through the gap and enters.

Not only Maomao but everyone around them swallowed hard.

She thought everyone was quiet but before she knew it Chue came over and showed everyone a board with the word “Quiet” written on it.

There was nothing for a while, but then suddenly there was a loud rattling/clattering sound.

“I missed it/It got away-” Basen’s voice echoes.

Maomao thinks something like “Oh/Hey”

As she’s panicking, Chue climbed up the ladder with a note. Maomao was wondering what she was going to do, but Chue waited in front of the gap Basen had gone into. Chue catches what jumps out of the gap with a net.

“....”

Even Maomao was stunned at how skilled she is.

“I caught it!”

Chue was holding up a large net, she looked very triumphant, proud and a little irritated.

She was a showoff and didn’t miss the delicious moment.

Notes | Chapter 18

The scissor part is a refence to chapter 1(?), aka the rock paper scissor fight. This part held me up so hard, 'cause I was like "is this guy high? scissor? why scissor?". I opened a solid 20 tabs and translator for this just to go "you can't be serious" xD

A tenugui is a japense towel/the cousin of a cloth handkerchief. It's usually made from thin, colorfully printed cottonwool. Around 30cm by 90cm big, on average.

The part where Maomao and Basen go back and forth based on his wording Basen really wants her to trust him/put faith into him. I'm not sure if she says if killed in vain he or the owl won't get into heaven, I'd assume it's about Basen though.

Like I said in last chapters notes, everything will make sense in the next one. It's not the conclusion of this mini-arc per se, but it's a good enough point to post.

Start of some JinMao crumbs xD

#kusuriya no hitorigoto #the apothecary diaries #hekates apothecary

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askwhatsforlunch · 5 days

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Tielle Sétoise (Octopus Pie)

I spent a good chunk of my childhood near Sète, in Montpellier, where mys sister was born. I even had the singing accent and all. But until quite recently, when Jules and I travelled to Carcassonne and changed train in her home-town --and the train was delayed-- I had never tasted the local specialty! It is for the best though; how wonderful to make such delicious discoveries! La tielle is a more-ish pie, filled with a fragrant octopus and tomato ragoût. It is so good it makes one forget about delayed trains after a long journey. It is often sold as individual pies, but can be made into a large, generous one. And thus I baked this beautiful Tielle Sétoise! Happy Friday!

Ingredients (serves 4):

1 tablespoon yeast

1/2 tablespoon plain flour

1/4 cup lukewarm water

2 cups plain flour

1 cup strong white flour

1 teaspoon paprika

1 teaspoon fleur de sel or sea salt flakes

1 teaspoon tomato paste

1/4 cup Muscat de Rivesaltes (or other sweet white wine)

1/4 cup olive oil

1/3 cup lukewarm water

2 tablespoons olive oil

a good pinch saffron threads

1/2 teaspoon paprika

1/2 teaspoon ground chilli

1 teaspoon Herbes de Provence

1 large onion

1 large garlic clove, minced

2 heaped tablespoons tomato paste

1/2 cup Muscat de Rivesaltes (or other sweet white wine)

4 Whole Peeled Tomatoes + 1/3 cup of their juice

1/2 teaspoon fleur de sel or sea salt flakes

1/2 teaspoon freshly cracked black pepper

815 grams/1.8 pound cooked Octopus

1 teaspoon caster sugar

1/2 teaspoon paprika

1 tablespoon olive oil

In a small bowl, combine yeast and flour. Stir in lukewarm water until well-blended. Allow to sit, about 10 to 15 minutes until it starts bubbling a bit. Set aside.

In a large bowl, combine plain flour, strong white flour, paprika and fleur de sel. Give a good stir.

Dig a well in the middle of the dry ingredients and pour in yeast mixture. Add tomato paste, and stir with a wooden spoon, gradually adding Muscat de Rivesaltes, oil and lukewarm water, until the dough comes together. You might not need all of the water.

Knead dough for a few minutes onto the counter-top, and pop back into the bowl. Cover with a tea towel and allow to rise, a couple of hours.

Meanwhile, heat olive oil over medium heat in a large, deep skillet. Add saffron threads, and cook, about 3 minutes. Increase heat to medium-high, and add paprika, chilli and Herbes de Provence. Fry, a couple of minutes more.

Peel and finely chop onion. Stir into the skillet, and cook, about 3 minutes, until softened. Stir in garlic; cook, 1 minute more.

Add tomato paste, and cook out, 1 minute.

Deglaze with Muscat.

Finely chop Whole Peeled Tomatoes, and stir them into the skillet, along with their juice. Season with fleur de sel and black pepper, and bring to a slow boil. Simmer, 5 minutes.

Cut Octopus into small chunks, and stir into the tomato sauce. Reduce heat to medium, and simmer, another 15 minutes, until the sauce has thickened. Stir in caster sugar until dissolved.

Remove from the heat, and allow to cool completely.

Preheat oven to 220°C/430°F.

Lightly grease a pie plate with olive oil.

Punch dough down and divide into two portions (about one-third/two-thirds). Roll out both portions into circles. Fit largest dough circle into prepared pie plate, letting it overhang on the edges. Prick the bottom with a fork.

Generously fill with cooled Octopus and tomato ragoût. Lightly dampen the edges with water, and place dough lid on top, pressing firmly to seal. Trim off excess dough, and crimp.

In a small cup, combine paprika and olive oil, stirring until well-blended.

Generously brush the top of the pie with paprika oil.

Place in the hot oven, and bake at 220°C/430°F, 30 to 35 minutes until beautifully golden brown.

Serve Tielle Sétoise hot or warm, with dressed Mesclun, and a glass of chilled rosé or dry white wine, like Côtes de Provence, and perhaps some music from Sète's most famous artist (and a favourite of mine), Georges Brassens!

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hotmonkeelove · 7 months

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What does Orochimaru smell like? For example lavender, green tea. Which is his hair routine? Or he doesn't care about his hair?

I always imagined Orochimaru having a cucumber scent to him. I guess because they say copperheads (a venomous snake common where I live) have a cucumber smell to their musk. He might possibly have a note of Japanese muskmelon. They're both crisp, green, and aquatic. I think he'd also have hints of old paper and torch/ candle soot from spending so much time in his underground lair and studying scrolls. And maybe a hint of bamboo and rice paddies, since Otogakure is in the Land of Rice Paddies and he regenerates so often. (I associate Orochimaru with fields and grasslands, as opposed to Jiraiya, who reminds me of mountains and woodlands.)

The headcanon I abide by, which is directly inspired @awintersrose and her fics, is that Orochimaru's favourite flower is kinmokusei. That's the Japanese variety of osmathus (aka sweet olive or fragrant tea olive). It's described as "an apricot-smelling flower, soft, sensuous, with a milky, woody and leather nuance," and "a sweet, fragrant flower native to Asia with an entirely unique odour profile. It smells fleshy and floral, but it’s also incredibly fruity, with beautifully jammy peach and apricot nuances. There’s also a deep, dark undercurrent of leather, too." I picture him using kinmokusei shampoo and conditioner (which is actually a pretty common, and unisex, type in Japan for both its scent and nourishing properties). He takes time to brush his hair out thoroughly to keep it in good shape, but doesn't blow dry it or anything. (He's got to get back to work!) So add to his scent profile a sweet and flowery apricot, leathery, slightly lactonic aroma from his hair.

Overrall: green, aquatic, sweet, fruity, leathery, flowery, grassy, milky, smoky, slightly musty.

#asks #answered asks #orochimaru #naruto #scent #haircare #would make an interesting cologne!#i love you orochimaru-sama!

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gha-zal · 1 month

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I wish you knew how beloved the land is. There are memories and practices I’ve inherited from my elders. My great grandmother used to sit underneath her pomegranate tree throwing stones at young boys who would take from it without asking. I know the spot the tree was. It no longer stands because we have all been displaced or killed. My aunt has orchards of olive trees. In the late summer she would collect the olives and make the strongest oil you’ve ever tasted. I tasted it once. It hurt to taste it hadn’t even settled yet. The orchards have now been seized. Her house sits across the street from them. Her house now overlooks settlements. When I was sick my grandmother used to make sage tea for me. She can no longer grow sage. Beside her house is a dump because we are not allowed to have infrastructure to keep our land clean anymore. We are forced to live in squalor so those that would look on see us as pitiful creatures. The land was beautiful before occupation. My father describes it to me. the fruit that flourished was so fragrant the air would smell of perfume. I only know so little of the beauty of the land and still it is paradise.

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museenkuss · 1 year

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Sensual Delights for today

taking off my headphones during the walk and hearing the bird chilp. listening to Tom Misch while cleaning the bathroom (Lost in Paris specifically), the air still warm and fragrant with steam.

catching a first glimpse of the budding chestnut blossoms. the neighbour dog standing on her hind legs by the window to watch Sunny as we returned from our walk - plus Sunny standing up as well to return her companionable-curious stare.

white tea with rose petals and a brunch salad with feta, olives, tomato, fennel (plus fresh baguette with curry/mango/papaya spread!). grapefruit and orange pieces as a light afternoon snack.

the warmth that spreads luxuriously through my body after my quick pilates session. using a grape pit peeling in the shower and later lathering vanilla body lotion on warm-soft skin.

an initial shock of tobacco and powder from Divin'Enfant (after months of not touching the bottle at all), which melts into a scent so heavenly I keep stopping in my tracks to sniff around before remembering what caught my attention. opening a new jar of strawberry jam and breathing in the scent.

one extra moment of combined sensual pleasures: hanging my damp towels up to dry in the warm afternoon, the birds loud and cheerful in the trees overhead and the air warm and soft. Sneaking over to the wild red currant bush by the clothesline to sniff the sticky-sweet blossoms and encountering the first blossom-drunk, eager little bee.

#Sinnesfreuden #I had to put it into words once more and this felt like a really nice exercise <33 #Musenkuss #🦪.txt

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inthecityofgoodabode · 2 years

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October 2022: Friday Turned Out To Be Pretty Good

Today’s backyard garden harvest:

The tiny flowers of our fragrant tea olive have the entire backyard scented up:

The last of the sweet corn for this year is just starting to tassel:

I think these might be Tigerella tomato. I didn’t think any of the seedlings had made it:

We’ve pulled out all the squash plants in the backyard garden except for this lemon squash. It was attacked by squash vine borers then a downy woodpecker peck all the borers out. I thought it would die months ago but it is still producing fruit. We’ll definitely let one fruit go to seed on this trooper for seed collecting:

I’m happy with the repair job that I did on this curbside find planter but I’m even happier that the curly leaf parsley that I planted in it is doing well:

My queen: How much longer on the burgers?

Me: About 3 minutes

My queen: Are mine well done?

Me: Yes

My queen: I ask because my last steak was a little pink inside.

Me <grinning>: You’re a little pink inside & you don’t hear me complaining.

My queen <grinning>: You need to go on.

Anyway, hamburgers for dinner:

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ayanos-pl · 6 months

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今年は半月遅れのキンモクセイ（10月16日）

Orange-Flowered Tea Olive (Osmanthus fragrans var. aurantiacus)

sweet osmanthus, sweet olive, tea olive, and fragrant olive (Osmanthus fragrans)

#Osmanthus fragrans #tea olive #sweet olive #fragrant olive #sweet osmanthus #flowers #kwiaty #花 #japan #キンモクセイ #金木犀

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fancifulflora · 1 year

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Kulîlk Teyran

This is my Crown from an interactive novel made by Cherry @ataleofcrowns , I highly recommend trying it out if you have free time! (It’s also an IP I write for too so go wild)

(Picrew)

Name Meaning: Flower, Blossom

Age: 25

Birthdate: 527 AE, 12 Mourning Embers (Dec 27th)

Pronouns: She/Hers

Height: 155 cm/ 5′1″

Appearance: Sun-kissed golden brown skin with golden eyes. Hip-length, straight black hair that is held half up, half down. Often decorated with a flower or hair ornament. Short in stature with long legs and arms, a slight amount of muscle definition visible, suffered from malnourishment in the past before becoming Crown. Prefers long, ornate dresses with a fair amount of accessories most days. When traveling, opts for a light linen tunic and shalvar. Regardless of attire, keeps a dagger of pearl hidden on her at all times.

Noticeable Attributes: Deep dark circles underneath her eyes, a few semi-hidden strands of silver in the hair

Default Expression: Forlorn when alone, though quick to light up into a gentle smile when people are near

Magical Ability: Inner

Magical Signature: Death of the Sun

Character Traits: Charming, Kind, Adventurous, Passive, Reserved

Description:

A record by the scholar Erez Barzanî on the preferences and behaviors of the Twenty-First Crown of Arsur. (Template by @tath-draws)

While the Twenty-First Crown of Arsur comes from humble origins and likely did not have the luxury of leisure, now they have it. With their newfound wealth, her imperial majesty can often be found reading or tending to the palace gardens, by her own account her enjoyment of gardening stems from her background as a farmer. Crown Kulîlk is also known to have a fondness for archery and song as well.

In the mornings, her imperial majesty rises with the sun itself. She prefers a savory breakfast, as well as her other meals, and has shown herself to be rather adventurous in the foods she’s willing to try- though she has a strong distaste for olives in any form. The foods she loves above all seem to be borakê penêr and freshly made kilorîk, especially in the morning. When she does consume sweets or fruits, her imperial majesty pairs it with a bitter, floral blend of black tea she often drinks.

For her taste in clothing, Crown Kulîlk prefers silk dresses in light shades of blue or pink. And for adornments, her imperial majesty prefers to wear accessories in moderation, save for days of importance where she will apply a full set of regalia. Though her imperial majesty prefers gold pieces, most of her collection is reportedly too “opulent” for her tastes, her imperial majesty stating that “there were simply too many gaudy gemstones” for her liking. Out of all her accessories, she holds a fondness for necklaces and earrings- especially those gifted to her by friends. She tends to wear her hair half done up, with a hair ornament or a fresh flower from the gardens adorning her. She seems to care for appearances overall, citing a need to present herself well to her people, and tends to dress as elegantly as she can.

In conversation, she is found to be charming and mindful, as if you held her full attention and confidence when speaking with her. If you are close to her imperial majesty, you can often smell various sweet, fragrant blossoms, depending on the season, though her favorite appears to be apple. I imagine if one were to be able to have a private audience with her, they would find her majesty amiable and empathetic if initially quiet and shy, those close to her noting the ease with which she laughs and smiles when out of court. (I also recall them mentioning a fear of deep water once.) And when idle, her imperial majesty has a tendency to bounce her leg, though she is quick to still herself when in the presence of others outside her inner circle. Generally, her expression can be described as sweet and soft, though there are reports from the servants of Crown Kulîlk claiming that she often appears burdened or saddened in private.

She seems most accustomed to travel and has developed a fondness for her horse, Aram. She seems especially enthused when learning and honing her martial skills, her imperial majesty utilizing her training as a chance to vent her frustrations with her Royal Protector.

In regards to magic, she shows fascination and a hunger for knowledge, showing a predilection toward inner magic. Her imperial majesty seems set on strengthening her use of outer magic as well. Though, from an inspection of the increased invoices for replacement furniture and books, her studies may be in their earliest stages.

When I asked her, she said her fondest memory of their parents was on her sixteenth name day, their parents risking exposure to the Followers of Vidarna in order to purchase her favorite pastries and spend a day in the city with the young Crown-to-be after years of nonstop traveling. According to Crown Kulîlk, this is where her fondness for borakê penêr comes from.

Her imperial majesty seems close with her four most trusted companions, the Pale Sword, her General, her Sorcerer, and her Royal Protector. She appears excited at the prospect of having tea with the Sorcerer and Royal Protector every morning and sparing a meal with her General each day to hear of their reports and catch up. However, her imperial majesty seems especially close with the leader of the Crescent Blades, often witnessed leaving the palace to spend her free time with them. Overall, Crown Kulîlk is quite generous and attentive to her serving staff and all those working in the Imperial Household, doing her best to remember as many names and faces as possible.

In the evenings when they are not busy with the duties of the crown, they can be found dining with her close friends, or when they are busy, spending her time in her chambers writing in her journal and working or studying. She tends to retire to her bed chambers to sleep late into the night, spending the extra time awake working on what she can for the next day.

Above all else, this crown appears to be an impassioned, yet gentle leader. And I can say with sincerity that I look forward to further learning about her and her reign to come.

Bonus Information:

MTBI: INFJ-T, the Advocate

Temperament: Melancholic

Zodiac: Capricorn Sun, Cancer Moon, Gemini Rising

Alignment: Neutral Good

Greatest Assets: Compassion and Earnestness

Greatest Flaws: Isolative, Unforgiving

#A Tale of Crowns #atoc #fan crown #my oc #oc #kulîlk teyran #Im gonna start taking requests for this oc now btw ^^ Id be down to answer questions and write #this became way more detailed than intended lol #the picrew didnt have the right skin tone rip

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lavender-long-stories · 1 month

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Curry Paste

1 medium yellow onion, quartered

1 shallot, halved

6 cloves garlic

2 pieces fresh ginger, peeled (I don't have this, I am allergic)

3 tablespoons garam masala

2 teaspoons ground turmeric

2 teaspoons kosher salt

1 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes

Zest of 1 lemon

Put all into a blender and blend until smooth.

Chick Pea Tikki Masala

1/4 c curry paste (link)

1 can chickpeas, drained

1 can (14 ounces) full-fat unsweetened coconut milk

1 can (6 ounces) tomato paste

3 cups cooked rice for serving

In a pot or large, high-sided skillet over medium heat. Add curry paste and cook until fragrant, about 1 minute. Stir in the chickpeas, coconut milk, and tomato paste. Cover and cook for 15 minutes, stirring occasionally. Remove the lid and simmer until the sauce thickens slightly, about 5 minutes more.

Flat Bread

1¼ c lukewarm water about 105˚F

2½ tsp active dry yeast

1 tbsp sugar

¾ cups plain yogurt

2 tbsp olive oil

1 tbsp salt

½ tbsp dried basil

½ tbsp dried oregano

1 tsp garlic powder

3¾ c all-purpose flour

½ c olive oil for brushing

Whisk together water, yeast, and sugar; set aside for 8 to 10 minutes or until foamy. Whisk in the yogurt and spices. Add flour and knead for 4 minutes.

Cut into 10 pieces and form into a ball. Let stand for 15 minutes.

Preheat a pan over medium-low heat. Roll out to about a 7-inch circle. Brush with olive oil. When the pan is hot, oil side down and cook until the top surface is covered with bubbles. Oil top side, then flip and cook for 1 more minute, or until golden on the bottom.

Keep cooked flatbreads covered with a kitchen towel while working with the rest of the dough. Make sure to keep the other dough balls covered while working.

Lav's Tips for Prep:

This curry paste makes more than you need for one meal. I freeze this into 1/4 cup-ish portions in old 1/2 pint pesto jars. I doubled this to make 4 little jars I will pull out any time I need curry paste.

I like to make a few batches of the flatbread all at once and freeze them in silicon/plastic bags with a little piece of parchment between them to keep them from sticking together. Reheat in the microwave for 30-60 seconds, wrapped in a tea towel or paper towel.

#recipes #cooking #cooking with lav

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So in a previous post I talked about follow from my beautiful man and now I wanna talk about the song bitter because the amount of references to the show is INSANE. Literally every line is something you can relate to Hira/ the show itself.

If red rain falls let’s chase the clouds away:

I saw someone in the comments say that this could be a reference to the tomato juice incident in s1

You are like fragrant olives:

reference to the tea olive tree in Hira’s garden (osmanthus fragrans)

I’ve misjudged you no doubt but I want to look up at you/ I still want to touch you:

their fight starts because Hira misunderstands what Kiyoi wants. He puts himself down and hurts Kiyoi yet he still wants to touch him (he is also positioned below Kiyoi so he has to look up at him).

Im even willing to die. Savouring the sweetness of wanting you. Never enough photos of you. I’ll keep yearning for absolute beauty:

this reminds me of the monologue of Hira after their fight. He has taken so many photos of him and wants to stay in those moments forever. He takes photos because he wants to capture the beauty before it’s gone because in his eyes their break-up is inevitable. He’s willing to die for these moments.

Only you can be captured in this frame, my eternal love:

Kiyoi is the only person Hira ever takes photos of. Kiyoi is the only love of his life and his devotion for kiyoi is eternal.

You’re irritating like the moon:

reference to Hira’s framed picture of the moon (also someone mentioned in the comments that the ‘a… a… ano tsuki’ sounds like Hira stuttering which could reference to the fact that Hira stutters and isn’t able to explain to his classmates that the photo isn’t of a full moon)

Although you say I annoy you, I won’t give up. I could tell you a million times. My magnificent, beautiful man:

in ‘Follow’ a couple of the last lines were something along the lines of Kiyoi wanting Hira to pursue him and convince him to accept him and while Hira doesn’t necessarily take big steps, there are things he doesn’t give up on. No matter how many times Kiyoi calls him disgusting/creepy Hira will always call him beautiful which is one of the reasons (I think) why Kiyoi fell in love with him in the first place.

If you encourage me, I’d attempt anything. No matter how reckless:

Hira stays in the photography club because Kiyoi encouraged him to do so. Hira joined the photo contest because Kiyoi encouraged him to do so. Kiyoi pushes him to do things he normally would be too insecure about to do them (even him trying those clothes in s2 ep1)

So many of these emotions are new to me. Please tell me, God:

Kiyoi made Hira feel things he hadn’t felt before. He doesn’t find things particularly beautiful until he met Kiyoi. He admits that he doesn’t like boys or girls and that Kiyoi is the only special one for him.

This happiness eternal:

his love for Kiyoi will always be there even if Kiyoi himself isn’t.

A helpless song like this/ why do you look displeased everytime I hit replay:

Hira sees their love almost as a tragedy waiting to happen and always falls back into this sentiment of an unrequited love/ god and worshipper. Kiyoi isn’t happy about that which leads to their fight (I actually wouldn’t be surprised if they have this fight multiple times throughout the years)

Its a selfish lousy song, I realise it now. I was hurting you but it’s too late and I’m too timid to pick up the chestnut I dropped:

After their fight Hira realises how much he hurt Kiyoi with his words. He may not understand WHY it hurts him but he does know it does. But he thinks it to late to change it. I saw someone in the comments say that The chestnut part could refrence the idiom of ‘picking up chestnuts in the fire’ which (loosely) means to take risks/ do something difficult for someone else without getting anything in return/have a negative impact on you. Hira doesn’t want to confront the problem. He is scared.

Please bury me and my insensitivity:

Hira always wants Kiyoi to punish him for his mistakes and doesn’t think he deserves him.

I’m scared to understand you, my eternal love:

I think this is a sentence that perfectly sums up Hira in season 2

Unrequited love isn’t bad, I want to drown in my pleasant dreams:

This was the sentiment Hira had the day after their fight.

Fear makes me go around in circles:

The fear of understanding Kiyoi and the fear of their relationship one day ending is what makes Hira keep repeating his mistakes. It is the reason why he puts Kiyoi on this pedestal because he doesn’t know what will happen if he destroys it for good.

We can’t even kiss if we’re not equal: Kiyoi’s ‘punishment’ of Hira is not kissing him until he face him head on. This makes Hira confronthis fears and we see him opening up to Kiyoi and him finally talking to him as equals (at equal height).

You’ll be in my frame forever:

repeats the same sentiment of Kiyoi being Hira’s forever and only love. Beautiful sentence.

This isn’t everything and it isn’t fully my analysis but I accidentally deleted my first text so yeah…. Also these are just my interpretations so take all of these with a grain of salt. It’s insane how many things reference and correlate to the show. The song fits the vibe of the show perfectly and it’s just SO GOOD.

Once again English sucks blah blah blah…

ISTG the songs are like the show in a different medium it’s amazing

#utsukushii kare #utsukushii kare 2 #my beautiful man #my beautiful man 2 #hira x kiyoi #yagi yusei #riku hagiwara #utsukare #ロス #Youtube #ok didn’t realise how long this post was….

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