#gel food colouring

[threewaysdivided]

Rainbow-core galaxy-cake

Originally planned for IDAHOBIT 2023 but then a bunch of life nonsense happened that pushed it back to today.

Rainbow-dyed baked vanilla cheesecake, covered in black-tinted dark chocolate ganache and decorated with rainbow-dyed cream cheese frosting and silver luster-dust.

Process shots under the cut:

Step 1: Prepare a standard baked vanilla cheesecake recipe. Line two greased and papered cake tins with a crushed Oreo + butter crumb base.

Step 2: Split the cheesecake batter to make 9 colours (6 rainbow bands + the trans flag) using gel food dyes. Pour into the center of the cake one after the other to create rings.

Step 3: Bake. Allow to cool completely in the oven (to prevent cracking or splitting between the rings), then transfer to the fridge until chilled.

Step 3.5: Regret using Oreos since they behaved weirdly in the oven. Resolve to use regular chocolate cookies + blue food gel for a dark base next time.

Step 4: Trim crust and top until roughly level.

Step 4.5: Continue to regret using Oreos as the weird crumb crust made a mess. Do some repair work on the crusts.

Step 5: Create a black tinted dark chocolate ganache by mixing 450g dark chocolate + 125mL cream + 5-8 drops of blue gel food dye. Place some ganache on the serving plates to hold the cakes in place. Ice the cakes, using alternating treatment with a cake spatula + knife + hot spoon + the fridge to level out and shape neat sides + edges.

Step 6: Spray chilled cakes with silver luster dust. Use a pastry brush to spread out any clumps.

Step 7: Make vanilla cream-cheese frosting. Split and dye into 6 rainbow bands using gel colours, then spread out on clingwrap and roll up into a sausage. Chill.

Step 8: Cut the clingwrap off one end of the frosting-sausage and insert cut-end-down into a piping bag with a big star nozzle. Do some design tests on the less-attractive backup cake before piping around the edge of the main cake.

Step 9: More luster-dust as needed.

Step 10: Serve your theatrical cake using a clean, very sharp knife. Wipe the knife between each slice to help prevent colour-smearing.

#3WD cooks #rainbow cake #cake #cheesecake #baking #food #my most theatrical cake yet #sadly I didn't have black or brown gel colour else I would have done the full modern pride flag #Queer #IDAHOBIT #something something joke about Asexual person supporting their queer comrades by making cakes

[brat-icarus]

Tw alcohol (is an aesthetic drinks picture!!)

#its prosecco and drinks glitter and lemonade and a drop of gel food colour bc it WASNT PINK ENOUGH DAMMIT #its my birthday im not drinking to cope actually im in a great mood rn dhdh #the prosecco was a present and i got myself the glass bc look at it #lovecore

[augustinewrites]

based on this

your frowning face appears in the mirror as wriothesley fixes his hair for the third time that afternoon, admiring how the gel he’d borrowed from clorinde was surprisingly adept at slicking back his unruly hair. 

“we can’t be late,” you remind him, fiddling with the collar of your dress. “father despises tardiness…”

“awe, are you worried i’ll make a bad first impression?” he asks, finally turning to face you. “don’t worry, sweetheart. parents love me. well, maybe not my foster parents. but i’m always a hit with other people’s.”

the comment about his…colourful past  goes right over your head. you really are worried. “it’s not you i’m worried about. father can be…intense.”

“i work in a prison. it can’t get more intense than that,” he reminds you, grabbing the gift bag sitting by the door. “besides, once we pull out this bad boy, he’ll be so impressed that he’ll ask me to join you for lunch next week too.” 

of course, he had no actual idea if the wine navia had chosen was any good. though his wallet had come back significantly lighter, so that had to mean it was halfway decent. 

“wriothesley,” you say, still looking deeply concerned. “you do know that father is–”

“intense, babe. i know,” he sighs, cupping your face in his hands and placing a kiss between your furrowed brows. you try to wriggle out of his hold, but he doesn’t let you, gently keeping your focus on him. “don’t worry, alright? i’ll shake his hand, we’ll talk about safe topics like the weather and how great the aquabus is. i’ll even use my best table manners when the food comes.” 

his thumbs gently brush your cheeks as you sigh, shaking your head slightly. “i just really want you two to get along.” 

“i can be plenty charming when i need to be,” he says, only letting you go to pull the front door open. “besides, who wouldn’t want a duke as a son-in-law?”

______

business at café lutece is unusually empty today, wriothesley observes. all of the tables are reserved, but remain empty at the height of the lunch rush. 

you don’t seem to notice this, fingertips drumming the surface of the table 

“quit fidgeting,” wriothesley murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“i’m just nervous,” you mutter, knee beginning to bounce. wriothesley chuckles, stilling it with a firm hand. 

you look up at him, smiling as you place your hand over his. “thanks.”

the waiter comes back with the tea he’d ordered earlier, leaving a teapot and two small jars of sugar and milk. he’s in the middle of pouring you a cup when you suddenly sit up.

“father!”

“oh shit,” the duke mutters, quickly getting on his feet. he glances down at his outfit briefly, making sure his buttons are done up properly and his sleeves are rolled neatly before holding out his hand. “it’s nice to finally meet you–”

wriothesley’s open stance shifts into a protective one, immediately putting himself between you and the knave. 

“well, isn’t this sweet,” the harbinger says, clearly more amused than threatened. 

wriothesley looks back at you, incredulous. “your father is a fatui harbinger?!”

“all children of the house of the hearth refer to me as such,” she answers, gracefully pulling out and taking a seat across from him. “sit, your grace, and prove to me why you should continue to be allowed to court my child.”

_____

sitting face to face with the knave was equal parts exhilarating and nerve-inducing. exhilarating because she was the knave. skilled in combat and espionage and one of the highest ranking harbingers.

nerve-inducing because she was your father. and as much as he wanted to engage her in a battle of wits and fisticuffs, that was not something one did with their father-in-law. 

“i trust business at the fortress is going smoothly, your grace?”

wriothesley casts the harbinger a wary look over his teacup. “you can read about childe’s status in the report i had sent over last week.”

“well, you know better than most that information from inside sources is much more valuable.”

both their gazes drift to you, and you send him an apologetic look.

“oh, relax,” the woman across from him laughs. “i was simply making conversation. since i’m short of time, however, i will make the point of our visit quite brief.”

she leans forward, clasping your hand in hers across the tabletop as she fixes wriothesley with a paragliding glare.

“if you ever hurt my child, or she comes to any harm whilst in your care, there is not a corner of the ocean dark enough for you to hide.”

“father!” you gasp. “you said you wouldn't threaten him.”

it’s almost eerie, how easily the dark expression slips off her visage. “that wasn’t a threat. c'était une promesse.” 

#wriothesley x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #wriothesley fluff #genshin x you #fem!reader

[words-4u]

right person (2/3)

pairing: luca x reader

wc: 3.3k

a/n: part two is hereee! i took the conversation that marcus and luca had while chopping/folding dough and revamped it for this fic <3 hope yall like it

warnings: 18+ SMUT, swearing

part 1 / part 3

as it turns out making shiso gelee wasn't as complicated as it sounds but it also helped massively that chef luca is always near to correct any mistakes.

the kitchen is silent besides the sounds of pots and smacking of dough from marcus' station.

luca is drying some tupperware at the table behind you while you whisk some liquid gelatin.

"that's a little bit too thick," he says peering over. "so just add some more pineapple juice."

you caught a whiff of his aftershave which made you want to lose your mind. "yes, chef."

doing as he instructed, you add more juice. "just to know for the future, can i ask why?"

he glances at you before going back to his task at hand. "uh, the thicker it is, the stronger it is. so too thick and it overpowers the other components."

"good to know... and what do you serve this with exactly?"

"uh, we do that with a thin slice of marzipan and a caramel cracker," luca answers.

"damn, that sounds good," you say.

"yeah, it's a nice dish," he comes over to your side and puts away some freshly dried containers.

"uh you're good to go on your break, by the way. we can pick this up in 15,"

"are you sure?"

"yes. the gel needs to set anyways."

"thank you, chef," you smile and make your way to an area behind the restaurant for a smoke break. lucky for you, that area had a nice wooden bench. you take a seat and place a cigarette between your lips, lighting it.

taking your first drag, you shut your eyes and lean your head against the exposed brick of the building.

"i, uh, i don't suppose i could use your lighter, chef," a voice asks. the accent is instantly recognizable.

"oh, sure," you go over to where he's standing and close the distance between you as you light his bud.

you stuff your lighter back into your pocket but don't return to the bench.

"y/n," you say after a few moments.

"sorry?"

"it's just, uh, when we aren't in the kitchen, you can call me y/n,"

he nods.

"so tell me y/n," he says. "how do you like you copenhagen so far?"

"well, considering i've been in the city less than 48 hours, i have no complaints. the scenery is beautiful. food is pretty good and the people..." you look up at him. "i'm still getting to know the people."

he holds your gaze before letting out a cloud of smoke. "hmm."

if you didn't think there was a weird tension between you earlier, you definitely feel it now.

“if you, uh, ever want a proper tour, let me know,” luca says.

it takes everything you have to not breakout into a massive smile. “thanks, chef.”

“outside the kitchen, luca,”

this time you nod. “luca.”

he clears throat and steps on his cigarette. “well, we’d better get back inside and check on the gelee,”

“of course, how could we forget about the gelee,” you say following him back in and you swear you hear him chuckle.

when you got back to your station, you began blanching some large green leaves first by boiling it in hot water and then immediately dumping it in a metal bowl filled with ice water so it doesn't lose its colour.

luca took the metal bowl and brought it to the table behind you where the blender was. he takes a clump of the leaves and then adds water.

"start off low," luca says as he turns on the blender.

the loud noise jolts you a bit.

"you can see the colour change," he says as you move closer. "you see it starting to get brighter?"

"gorgeous colour," you say.

"yeah, it is."

luca pours the green liquid into a sifter and hands you the purified liquid.

he watches as you pour the liquid into a new bowl and asks you to to bloom the gelatin with the cold green liquid to prevent potential clumps.

the second half of your shift flew by because before you knew it, it was time to clock out of the day.

in the change room, you removed your apron and since you were alone you removed your shirt as well quickly sliding on the grey sweatshirt you came with.

just as you brought your sweatshirt down, luca walked in and stood at his locker across from you.

turning your head slightly to peek at him, you caught him pulling off his shirt and since his back was turned towards you, he couldn't see you drinking in the sight of him.

you turned back around and pressed your lips.

"uh, luca," you say.

"yeah?" he says.

"about that, uh, personal tour? is now a good time?" you slowly turn his way.

he cracked the faintest smile. "sure. anywhere particular in mind?"

you shake your head. "wherever you wanna show me,"

"in that case, might i suggest some sustenance first? does coffee sound good?"

"coffee sounds fucking great," you sigh and follow him out the door and on to the sidewalk.

"there's this cafe that i love just up the road," he says.

walking alongside him, you take in your height difference. he's probably 6'2" to your 5'7" so it was perfect.

when you arrive at a hole-in-the-wall cafe, that had blue painted bricks and picture frames of happy looking folks. probably customers or family members.

"hi," luca says going up to the old woman behind the counter. "can i get a medium black coffee and...." he looks to you to say your coffee of choice.

"just a caramel latte please,"

"a caramel latte," he repeats "and two snegls please,"

you grab a table for the two of you near the window so you can people watch while luca gets your order. it's midday now and you watch as people in their own little lives pass by the window.

luca makes his way to you holding two coffee cups and clutching two bags of pastries.

"okay now can i ask what the hell a snegl is?" you say once he's seated.

"sure. it's cinnamon roll style pastry but shaped like a snails shell if that makes sense," he explains.

"so a cinnamon bun?"

he was going to refute your statement but upon seeing the look on your face, he concedes. "yeah, it's a cinnamon bun,"

you guys shard a small laugh.

"so long have you been a cook?" he asks taking a sip of his hot drink.

"about six years now. i went to university for psychology but didn't really feel like it was my thing," you answer.

"so you dropped out?"

"no. after all the hard work my parents did to raise me, dropping out, no matter how disengaged i was, was not an option. so i got that degree but i did tell them the truth. that my heart wasn't in it for that right reasons."

"so how did you fall into cooking?" luca sat up ready to hear your story.

"my dad taught me everything i know," you say a lump started to form in your throat. "i swear his favourite place besides his bed was the kitchen."

luca stayed silent and let you collect yourself. "he passed recently... but he was the best mentor i could have asked for."

"i'm sure he's proud," luca said with sincerity.

you give him a small smile.

"what about you?" you say ready to move on before you start crying in front of your hot co-worker. "how long have you been doing this?"

"uh, fourteen years now..."

"oh, so you started when you were three?" you ask deadpanned.

he chuckles. "close enough, yeah."

"and with that accent i'm guessing you're from london."

"you'd be correct. and you're from chicago?"

"born n raised," you confirm. "so did you go to culinary school?"

"i didn't. no. i didn't do too well in school. got in quite a bit of trouble. ditched the check. they caught me. made me wash dishes, and, uh, i loved it."

"wow, you might be the only person i know that loves washing dishes,"

he shrugs. "it gives me time to reflect."

"fair enough," you hold your hands up. "i can't argue with that."

"so, uh, you said your dad passed recently, but how recent? if you don't mind me asking?"

"no, not at all. i love talking about him," you say. "he died a little over a year ago and not gonna lie... i didn't handle it too well. it was sudden. in his sleep. so i had no chance to say goodbye and i think that's what still hurts more than anything."

you let a tear fall but quickly wiped it away. "i'm sorry."

"you never have to apologize to me. ever. and especially for crying," he hands you a tissue that came with the pastries.

"you're an only child?" he asks taking out a snegl and placing one in front of you.

"i have two brothers. and you?"

"uh, yeah. i have a younger sister somewhere... yeah,"

"somewhere?" you echo taking slow bites of your snegl.

he clears his throat. "half-sister, i have to clarify. my parents separated when i young and my mum quickly found someone new. then my sister came along and then one day... my mum just left. no goodbye or anything just a note saying she wanted to focus on herself... my step-dad got custody of my sister and well i was 18 by that time so i moved out and moved on."

you stay silent for a few seconds. you couldn't believe a mother could abandoned her kids like that, especially someone as great as luca.

"she's missing out... your mom."

"yeah," he sighs.

you were starting to see luca in a different light. after telling him your story and you his, all you wanted to do was hold him and hope to ease his pain and loss. but you couldn't do that so you opted for something safer. kind of...

"hey, want to come back to mine and i can cook us a meal or something?"

"you still wanna cook after today?"

"you can take the cook out of the kitchen, but you can’t take the kitchen out of the cook."

he laughs at that. "okay, let's go."

you and luca talk some more on the way to your place. he makes you laugh telling stories of his younger rugrat days in london and when you're talking, he hangs on to your every word.

"you... live on a boat?" he says when you arrive.

you look back opening the door. "cool, huh?"

"very."

you turn to luca as you place your bag on a hook at the front door. "can i get you anything?"

"water is fine," he says taking a seat the dining table. you get his water and tell him to make himself comfortable as you went up stairs to change into a t-shirt and loose jeans.

it's only when you make your way back down and see luca sitting at the table, that you've realized how small your space and intimate your living space was.

"what's on the menu for tonight, chef?" luca asks as he spots you coming down the steps.

"home made pizza, if your elegant taste buds can handle that?" you reply.

"i can never turn down a pizza,"

you got started on the dough and soon enough luca is by your side helping. what was supposed to be you cooking for him, turned to him taking over and doing all the work which you let him happily.

"how did you get good at this?" you ask as you finished with your slice.

he exhales. "honestly, i made a lot of mistakes."

"so that's the secret then? just fuck up?"

he smiles. "it might be, you know, fuck up."

"i think 'cause i started early, i got my skill set up really quick and then started to feel like i was really the best, you know, like at all these really good places. i really was the best cook. and then i started at this really great place as a commis. and this other chef started the same day as me, and..." he sighs.

"i thought we were competition, um, but really we weren't. he was better than me. much, much better than me. he worked harder and faster than i ever could. and it was the first time i realized that i wasn't the best," he confides.

"and i was never gonna be the best. so i started looking at it like it was a good thing. like, at least i knew who the best was now, and i could take that pressure off myself. and the only logical thing to do was to try and keep up with him. so i never left this guy's side."

"and you got better," you say.

"oh, i got better than i ever thought i possibly could be just from trying to keep up with him."

"that's incredible, honestly," you say putting the dirty dishes in the sink and hopping on the counter.

"thanks but i think at a certain stage it becomes less about skill and it's more about being open."

"open?" you echo.

"yeah. to-to the world, to yourself, to other people. you know, most of the incredible things that i've eaten haven't been because the skill level is exceptionally high or there's loads of mad fancy techniques. it's because it's been really inspired, you know." he says.

"i like that," you say softly.

"you can spend all the time in the world in the kitchen, but if you don't spend enough time out there..." he trails off but you understood what he meant.

"right," you nod.

luca lifts his gaze to you. "it helps to have good people around you, too."

"is what i am? good people?" you smile coyly.

he gets up and walks over to you, placing his hands on either side of the counter in front of you. "honestly? i really think so."

a few moments go by where luca just studies your face and you can feel your heart beating a million miles per hour.

"you are so fucking beautiful," he finally says. his voice barely above a whisper.

those words set your body aflame. you parted your lips and he leaned. "may i?"

"please," was all you managed to get out before luca held your chin and guided your lips to his. he was taking things slow, trying to sus your level of comfortability and giving you the chance to pull away if you wanted but you didn't want that. ever.

you brought your arms around his neck pushing him closer to you. the kiss got heavier and you moaned as he bit your lip. "i have been wanting to do this since i first saw you,"

"good because i've wanted this too," you say as luca starts to kiss your neck and moves his hands under your top.

he slides his hand up and down your back and then around to your boobs to start playing with your nipples. you lean your head back and revel in his affection.

you were desperate to get his hands on him as well so you lifted the black hoodie he adorned wanting to see his chest that you caught just a glimpse of earlier.

"wow," you say as you running both hands across his pecs and abs. you trail your fingers down south before you cup him through his jeans. "is this okay?" you whisper.

"more than okay," he lets out as you message him through his jeans.

he moves to take off your top next and you help, revealing your bare chest to him. luca looks at you in awe and immediately attaches his lips to your nipple while still playing with other.

you unbutton your jeans and luca helps you shimmy out of them.

"fuck," he whispered at the sight of you sitting completely naked and ready for him. he slides two fingers up and down your slit. "you're so wet, is this all for me?"

you whimper at his touch, spreading your legs wider. "all for you, luca."

he brings his fingers to his lips to taste you. "just like i imagined, you taste so sweet" he says as he gets on his knees and slides you to the edge of the counter.

the first lick was heaven. you couldn't help but throw your head back and moan. luca doesn't waste anytime, eating you like your his last meal.

"l-luca," you whine as he sucks on your clit. you grab his golden locks as he laps at your cunt.

"you're the best thing i've ever tasted," luca says in between licks. coming from a chef, that was the highest praise a girl could get.

he detaches himself from your cunt, his nose, lips and chin covered in your juices. he stands and holds your face in his hands and kisses you. you taste yourself on his tongue as he slipped it down your mouth.

"i need to fuck you or else i'm gonna lose my mind," he says in breathy whispers.

"upstairs," is all you said before he carries you in that direction and up the stairs to your bed.

luca drops you on the bed and you lay on your forearms and watch as him takes off his jeans and then his boxers. as he pulls that down, he watches you watch him.

your eyes go wide at the sight of his hard, and rather large, dick. you reach to wipe the pre-cum leaking from his tip, pressing it to your lips. he groans and climbs on top of you. "condom?"

"i'm on the pill," you say caressing his hair back and bringing his lips back to yours.

luca takes his aching dick and rubs it against your slit. "are you ready?"

"mmhm," you say as he wraps your legs around his waist as he sinks into you.

muffled moans are exchanged between the two of you as your mouths clashed hungrily.

"you're so big, luca" you say, squeezing down on his eliciting a hiss from him.

"y-yes squeeze me like that again... fuck," he thrusts his hip into you at a steady pace as you scratched your nails across his muscled back.

"this feels so good," he murmurs.

you gasp as he pulls out almost all the way only to push back int you again. you pull your knees up so he can reach deeper inside you. you could feel him stretching you and filling you up, his beautiful face inches away from yours as he peppers your neck with sloppy kisses.

the sounds falling from your lips are incoherent, his pace moving at a high speed as he wants to get you off. it didn't take long for you to gain the warm sensation in the pit of your stomach. "i'm so c-close,"

"yeah? cum for me, darling," he moans keeping that speed that he's at, his dick throbbing inside you as well signalling he was gonna cum soon.

luca let out a throaty groan before he snaps his hips into you, feeling his first load release into your cunt. you follow close behind as you cover his dick with your wetness but he stills fucks you through your high.

as you catch your breaths, he leans his forehead against your collarbone before he pulls out.

"wait there," he says and goes downstairs and comes back up just as quickly carrying paper towels. he smiles to himself seeing you in your current position all fucked out, liking the effect he had on you.

the bed dips as luca makes his way to you and cleans you up.

you slide under the covers, and when he discards the paper towels, he joins you.

"that was good," you say as he brings you into his chest.

his fingers trail up and down your arm softly while he lays his head on top of yours.

"it was," he says planting a kiss on your head.

"can we stay like this for a bit?" you ask not wanting this moment to end.

"yeah, i'm not going anywhere," he says.

between the day that you had and luca caressing you, you let tiredness wash over you.

tags: @leopard-skin-pillbox-hat-ok, @eddiemunsonreader, @sodapop182, @haydensith, @inpraizeof, @thecraziestcrayon, @zeeader, @tiana76, @jackierose902109

hope you guys enjoyed part two and thank you for all the support on the first part! part three is coming soon <3

#the bear #the bear season 2 #chef luca #the bear luca #will poulter #will poulter x reader #will poulter imagine #the bear imagine #the bear fanfic #the bear fx #luca x reader #chef luca imagine

[lazylittledragon]

time to make my annual post about this again since it’s almost spooky season and somehow people are still doing this in 2022:

do NOT use activated charcoal to dye your food black.

activated charcoal is what you give people who have been poisoned or overdosed because it absorbs it before it gets into your bloodstream. it will nullify your medications. so that leaves all your antidepressants, epilepsy meds, painkillers etc completely useless, as well as birth control (which, with everything going on right now, is really really bad). your spooky black ice cream or lemonade or whatever has the potential to kill people.

as a little spooky alt person, i understand, i really do. but please for the love of god just use black gel food colouring, it’s cheaper and completely tasteless and works WAY better than charcoal would anyway.

#ramble #i wasn't going to do this bc i haven't seen this in a while #and i was like Wow nature is healing we've moved on from 2016 pinterest #but today i saw a tiktoker use charcoal for halloween baking and there was no 'do not do this if you're on any meds' warning whatsoever #so here we are again #also beautiful person ann reardon debunked it and it doesn't WORK #you're putting people at risk for NOTHING

[angelslittlewritingcorner]

DESIRE

(Adam x Lute x Reader)

After you gave so much love to the first part of the series, I thought I'd post the second this week. A little more fluff this time, but the next part will be very spicy. Have fun with it.

Tags: @mournings-stars

Synopsis: Y/N just wanted to spend some wholesome time with her lovers but they had other plans.

Part 2 (of 3)

Part 1

Warnings: Language

Y/N straightened her shoulders and opened the bathroom door. "Yes, I'm ready," she said and let her eyes wander over Lute. She was actually wearing the dress she had just bought. It clung perfectly to her curves and Y/N had to avert her eyes. Even if Lute was an angel, she was made for sin. Damn, she was already thinking like Adam. He came up behind Lute and scrutinised Y/N. "Woah damn girls you look really hot" Lute just rolled her eyes and punched Adam lightly in the arm. Y/N also looked at her other lover and couldn't help but grin slightly. "Adam? Is that gel in your hair and you're wearing a jacket?" He just grinned and his nose coloured slightly pink. "So can we then?" Lute asked, a little more annoyed and held out his hand again. Y/N nodded and grabbed her handbag before the three of them left the flat.

Holding Lute's hand felt incredibly good. She looked quite petite, but her grip was firm and firm. Adam walked next to them and talked about a dog he'd seen the other day that had totally dragged its owner through the mud because it had seen another dog. "And then he dragged him all over the park. I really thought the ice cream was going to fall out of my hand I laughed so hard." His two girls just grinned at the story and threw in a few comments here and there. Once Adam started talking, he never stopped. Y/N thinks it's because he was alone for so long after Lilith and Eve left him. You could really feel sorry for him.

When she first met him, she thought he was just a jerk who was self-absorbed and reckless. Just like the high school jocks in the TV series on Earth. But after getting to know him better and seeing behind his façade, she realised that he longed for love and acceptance. Things he would never admit to, of course, but were very obvious when you knew him.

The three of them arrived at the elegant restaurant and quickly took the seats they had ordered. As they were all quite hungry, they immediately began to check out the menu. "Really a fancy place," said Adam and grinned at Lute out of the corner of his eye, "Yeah, you'd never have thought of such an idea, you Dickmaster." He just rolled his eyes and grinned behind the menu. God those two were cute when they weren't out for blood and fighting. Y/N thought about the little surprise she had in her handbag. When would be the best time to give it to them? Before dinner? After? She decided to give them the present while they were waiting for the food.

After a few minutes, a waiter came and took their orders. He also placed a glass of crystal clear fresh water in front of each of them. No matter how many times Y/N saw the food and gifts of heaven, it was still a mystery to her how everything could be so clear and clean. Every colour seemed brighter and more intense. Lute took a sip from her glass and then put it down. "Y/N darling … why are you looking like that? What's bothering you?" "N-Nothing's bothering me I… well" she took a deep breath "It's just that I have something for you both because today is such a special day." None of the three would ever admit to dating in public. What would people think if they knew it was a three-way relationship? Unfortunately, they didn't realise that they were so obvious that everyone already knew. Y/N reached into her handbag and handed her two lovers a small parcel each.

Curious, the two opened it and stared at the contents for a moment. The parcels contained a bracelet for each of them with the initial letters of the three of them. "I made them myself. The band is made of leather and the letters are made of silver." "That's really pretty," said Lute, her eyes taking on a warm glow. She took the bracelet and held it out to Y/N. "Will you make it for me baby?" She nodded and carefully put the bracelet on her. Adam was silent the whole time and just held out his arm. Y/N put the bracelet on him too. She had been wearing her own since she had left. Why didn't Adam say anything? Didn't he like it? Too cheesy? Too feminine? But she didn't dare ask, after all, she had her pride. Luckily, the food arrived and took the decision off her hands.

After the meal, they paid and went back to their flat together. "Kitten" Y/N turned to Adam. "We have a little surprise for you too" She raised an eyebrow curiously and Adam gripped the side of her waist and led her in the direction of the bedroom....

#hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin vaggie #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel charlie #adam #adam x lute x reader #adam x lute #hazbin hotel adam #adam x reader #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin lute #lute x reader #lute #guitarspear

[eating-the-inedible]

ROUND ONE: Manchineel apple vs. Freezable gel ice pack

Propaganda:

manchineel apple:

look at it, it looks like it would be so good for any kind of cooking you would use food apples in. It supposedly tastes pleasantly sweet, but it will also kill you painfully if you try to eat it

god keeps inventing Forbidden Apples and this time he filled it with Horrible Death

Freezable gel ice pack:

Tell me that's not a new and wonderful type of fruit. Juice in a tough skin. Forbidden coconut

They're CHEWY you can bite them and they just taste like plastic texture. The insides are fun colours. They're like those gelatin capsules you really want to bite into except really big with a big "Poisonous" label on the side

#manchineel apple #Freezable gel ice pack #it's a goddamn poll #eating the inedible #forgoing usual image formatting bc tumblr said no #and look. its a poll #wouldnt you rather have an incorrectly image-formatted poll than none at all #darlings be proud of me #inedibles round one

[beekeeperspicnic]

What I've been getting up to without my computer

Since I don't have any game updates at the moment I thought I'd give you a look at my very analogue Sherlock Holmes related project!

As you probably know, the Sherlock Holmes stories were mostly originally published in the Strand Magazine which came out as floppy monthly magazines with hardback collections every six months.

A while ago I spotted a really beaten up copy of the July to December 1893 book on eBay for £8. This book can sometimes go for £200 in good condition because it's the one with...

I immediately decided to make repairing it a Project!

You can see here that the text block has totally come away from the boards.

Along the spine I was really excited to see something a little familiar being used to give some structural support! My initial thought was that this had to be a slice of a cover of one of the floppy Strand magazines.

But when I got it loose and studied it, although the paper and ink colour is the same, it doesn't actually follow the layout format of the Strand covers. It's lots of little ads, and they run off the bottom like this is part of a larger document.

Scrap of paper on left, a Strand Magazine on the right:

So yeah, that's still a bit of a mystery, but it's cool to see this scrap of paper the printers had lying around. I had to remove it, but I'm going to keep it safe.

I did some gentle cleaning of the cover using a putty eraser, just gently pressing and rolling, never rubbing. It picked up a little of the grime.

The cover had got some paint splotches on at some point in the past, and I tried to gently remove these. Part of me wishes I'd left them as I think I was starting to effect the blue colour in the area.

(Original on the right, my attempt at cleaning on the left!)

I also reinforced some of the parts of the bookcloth around the spine that were very worn with Japanese tissue, which is very thin but very, very difficult to tear.

Now here's a fun part, with some help from my cat Miss Malkin!

The spine of the book had a few problems.

The fabric which wraps around it and helps attach it to the cover/boards which is called scrim (or mull, I've seen it called both!) had totally decayed and turned into gross dust, I knew I'd need to replace it.

Although the sewn binding was sound, I could tell that the glue wasn't doing its job anymore. It was old 'animal glue' that had turned hard and brittle. I knew I'd need to replace it with something else, like PVA.

I needed to get that glue off, so I tried out a trick I saw online. I made a paste/gel out of methycellulose, which is a substance that gets used as a thickener in lots of food products. Of course I keep mine in a fancy little jar:

The gel softens the old glue without getting it dangerously damp, allowing you to gently scrape it away. I have a really satisfying video of me doing it, but Tumblr only lets you upload one video per post, boo.

Look at all this gnarly gunk!

But look at how good the text block looks with its new scrim and glue!

I got the black paper from Shepherd's in London which is a specialist Art & Conservation Paper shop (they have a book bindery too but it's closed at the weekends.) Buying it was so fun, I got to look through lots of samples and pick something which matched the original paper.

I then had to get it home half way across the country on public transport. Yaaaaay.

I was trying to think what I was going to use to replace the Strand Magazine page on the spine. In the end I decided to leave a little note, for some future person who might take the binding apart someday!

So, here it is!

I have to admit that this whole project has been a real challenge, emotionally more than anything! It's required me to be brave about messing with an old book, and to acknowledge that even where I've made mistakes, at least it's better off then it was when It arrived at my house.

#strand magazine #book restoration #bookbinding #old books #vintage books #history

[coqxettee]

How to be like

🧁 Cat Valentine 🎀

Tips on how to be like the cutest, pink, sugar frosting girl in the whole wide world.

Cat Valentine!! 🍭💖👄🌸🍰💝🍥

MORNING: ☀️ Start every day with a positive attitude! Cat is fun loving, free spirited and sweet. Wake up and put on your snuggliest, pinkest, fluffiest pyjamas! Snuggle with a stuffe in bed for a while and read a book/check your phone to wake you up 💘

Try and always be in your own world. Cheery and optimistic as possible 💘

Eat sweet, sugary cereal for breakfast! I imagine cat likes lucky charms and have it with some chocolate milk! 🌈

Have a shower and use the sugariest, sweetest shower gel, body lotion and products you can find 🧁 We want to smell like a cupcake all day long, so make sure you use a body cream, hand cream, body sprays/perfume and a lip balm so you radiate cotton candy energy all day 💘

WARDROBE:🎀 ANYTHING pink! Floral print, denim jeans, pink zip-up hoodies, flats & pumps, floral dresses, pink mesh skirts, peplum tops, pink tanks, cardigans, tracksuits, anything with frills and lace, babydoll dresses and anything that gives a soft, vintage, feminine feel! The list is endless! 💘

HAIR: 🎀 Section your hair into a side part and twist the two pieces you have sectioned behind your head. Fasten with small hair pins/small claw clips. (Cat uses those exact ones!) Lastly, using a curling iron, tightly curl the ends of your hair. Lots of tight, springy ringlets! Finish with hairspray and your done! Easy Cat Valentine hair 💁🏼‍♀️

MAKEUP: 🎀 A full face of the cutest makeup you can find! Go heavy on the blush and add a line of eyeliner to your lid. Use glittery eyeshadow if you have it and use pink, sparkly lip gloss on your lips! 👄💖

Have a cute school bag/stationary/supplies. Never be afraid to customise and make everything look adorable and PINK 💗

Listen to pink, bubblegum pop-music! Put your earphones in and listen to some 2013, girly throwback music. Ariana’s album “Yours truly” is great for this, and so is her song “put your hearts up” she once said in an interview that she feels that if Cat had a single, it would of been “put your hearts up!” 🎶💗

Eat sweet, sugary things! 🍭🧁🍓🍰 Cat looooooves sugar. Especially Bibble! There are loads of “Bibble inspired” recipes online made with popcorn, but if you are in the UK, you can also buy “Rainbow Drops” from any food store! They are basically Bibble and they are soooo sweet and crunchy. They are also colourful too! 🌈 Cat loves candy, sugary breakfast cereal, ice cream and red velvet cupcake! Always carry around candy with you and offer it to others when you can! 🍭🌈💖

Carry a stuffed animal around with you. You don’t have to do this ofc, but even if it’s a cute little keychain to your backpack or bag! 🐰💘

Wear cross body bags/purses in the shape of animals or cute things. Clip a bunch of cute keychains and badges to them to customise them and make them yours! 💘

Have a cute phone case and add a cute phone charm too! Organise your phone layout and have something pink and sugary/something that makes you happy as your lock screen! 💘

Always wear cotton candy/sweet scented perfumes and body sprays so you smell like a sugar girl allllll day long 💘

Cat Valentine Activities: Watch kids cartoons, colour in colouring books, read fairytales, go to the beach, go to a dessert shop, sing, sew, study, go to the fairground, and spend time with friends! Have fun everyday and don’t be afraid to bring out your inner child. Cat is all about healing her inner child 💘

Have a pink colourful room! Cat’s room is AMAZING. Even though it’s split in half with Sam’s, she has everything she loved scattered about. Pink, glitter, sweets, stuffed animals, rainbows and more! Add some of these into your own room to give it that Cat Valentine feel 💘

Collect stuffed animals! Cat has a HUGE collection, she also has a lot of the “TY beanie baby’s” and unicorn plushies! She even gave them names and birthdays🤣💘

NIGHT: 🌙 It’s time to unwind after a long day of being ditzy and adorable. Have a relaxing bath/shower using your favourite scented products and get into a fluffy onsie! Cat has candy jammies! 🍭 Warm up some hot coco or milk to help you relax. Chill out and watch a comfort cartoon show/movie, read a book and snuggle up with your stuffies. Drift off to dream happy, sugar frosting dreams 🌈💖🍭🌸🐰

And there you go! 🍭💖

I hope this was fun to read! I mainly wrote it to get my thoughts out and because I love the character. Cat is a great character to take inspiration from because she is so cheerful and has her friends best interests at heart, therefore she is so fun and lovely to be around. I hope this post helps you radiate her ditzy, cutesy energy at the very least 🎀💖🍭🐰🌸🌙🌈💘

#baby pink #coquette #coquette aesthetic #lana del rey #girly pink #girly #girly aesthetic #girly girl #girly kei #girly stuff #catvalentinesday #cat valentine icons #ariana grande #ariana edits #victorious #rosy blog #rosy bubblegum #girly blog #pink #soft pink #pinkcore #pink obsessed

[justanamesstuff]

Omg could you do a blurb on matty and reader taking Amelia to glasto 🥹🥹 and they’re all dancing and he’s introducing her to people and stuff

A/N: hello, so sorry this one took me so long! Thanks for sending this idea...so cute ♥ I hope you like it!

At the rented place

Y/n was waiting, sitting on the big couch that occupied almost all the space in the living room of the house they rented. Matty insisted on it since Amelia and Y/n --in the 6th month of her 2nd pregnancy--would be more comfortable than in a hotel room.

The baby moved around, kicking a little inside her belly. Y/n left her phone aside, looking down with a relaxed smile.

"Are you excited for Glasto, my sweet boy?" she asked softly, and he pushed his little feet to one of the sides, stretching out Y/n's skin just a little. "Me too." Y/n replied, touching her belly in circles.

Matty made his way out of the main room, holding Amelia closer to his right hip. Her father was in charge of her outfit that day: a onesie made of a light cloth, a pair of cute shoes matching it and a big white hat. The weather was going to be hot, so Matty made sure his baby was comfortable enough.

Y/n admired them, their outfits almost matching. She was sure he didn't plan it.

Her boyfriend was wearing one of his signature white shirts --only a few buttons holding it together in the middle of his chest--, his tattoos picking from behind it; linen trousers and the horrible shoes he insisted were comfortable enough to walk around all day. His curls were free, no gel this time, making Y/n desperate to run her hands through them. He looked good.

Even though, when his eyes meet hers, Y/n knew something was bothering him.

"What's wrong?" she asked, while Matty let Amelia ran around free.

"Nothin'" he rubbed his hands, uncomfortable. He didn't want to disturb his girlfriend.

Y/n pushed her body up, far from the couch, going to touch the hairs falling on his forehead. Matty closed his eyes, letting some air out. His hands instantly went to her hips.

"You can tell me, baby." Y/n whispered for him.

Matty hesitated for a minute, and then exclaimed, "I'm nervous...it's her first big festival and..." he stopped his mind from going to dark places.

"Hey." Y/n called him, placing her hand on his rough cheek --he didn't feel the urge to shave and she was loving it--. "Mel is going to be alright."

"I know, I know. I- I fear she gets nervous with all that people around, some are going to recognize me...and you-" Matty stopped moving his hands up to touch the growing belly.

"The four of us are going to be fine, okay?" Y/n searched for his eyes. Matty nodded, biting his lower lip.

Y/n pushed his face closer to her neck, rubbing his back, trying to soothe him a bit more.

"How do you feel?" he asked, moving back a little.

"I'm feeling wonderful. I have the most carrying partner and father of my babies...how could I feel bad, huh?" she teased.

"I love you." he mumbled pecking her slowly.

"I love you too, my love."

"Okay, let's go before I regret it all..." Matty went to pick Amelia up again, not looking how Y/n rolled her eyes a little.

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At the festival

Matty watched in awe how Amelia was mesmerised by all the colours and flags. He can tell she was having a great time pointing everywhere. She was trying to communicate it all and even when he got half of it, he was happy to witness her be so happy. All he needed was to see her, Y/n and the baby boy coming all happy.

"Daddy, 'ook." she pointed far from them, someone wore a very colourful outfit.

"I see, baby." he said, kissing her cheek.

"Mommy?" Amelia suddenly asked.

"Mommy's here." Y/n said coming with Patricia from the loo.

They had met with Matty's friend as soon as they arrived, and she kindly offered multiple times to carry Mel, brought food or even walk with Y/n to the bathroom every time she required.

"Pat!" Amelia jumped inside Matty's embrace, trying to get closer to Patricia.

"Hey, mel-mel." she greeted her in her arms.

Matty went to hug Y/n, sneaking his arms around her waist. He kissed her shoulder, while they looked at Patricia and Amelia interact.

"How are you?" he checked for the hundred time during the few hours they spent at the festival up to that point.

"Same as 15 minutes ago." she squeezed his hands on top of her belly. Matty chuckled on her neck, kissing her skin. "How are you feeling? Still anxious?" Y/n tried not to shout too loud.

"I'm alright now. Mel is having a great time."

"I told you." Y/n rested her head back on his shoulder.

"Mommy is always right."

"Mhm."

Patricia turned around, looking at her friends, "Should we get closer to the stage?" she inquired.

"Yeah, sure."

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Watching (insert your favourite artist) perform

Amelia was back in her daddy's arms. She was giggling very loud, even though the even louder music covered it. Matty was moving her around, making Y/n and Patricia laugh because of the little one.

He sang a part of the song, tickling her a little. She tried to follow his words as best as she could.

When a softer song start, Matty rocked Amelia slowly from side to side. It was getting late for his daughter, and after the day they had, it was reasonable that she ended up falling asleep on his embrace.

Matty kissed the crown of her head. The sight made Y/n cried a little, so Matty placed his right arm around her shoulders. Patricia dared to snap a quick picture of them.

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Leaving the festival

Patricia and Y/n walked a few feet further from Matty carrying Amelia --still asleep--, talking about all the shows they got to see during the day and Amelia's antics.

"Matty!" a woman shouted from behind him. The three grown-ups turned around looking for the person.

A couple with a baby approached them.

"Sorry to bother you..."

"Hello." Matty replied, smiling.

"We just wanted to say we are big fans of the band and you, of course." the man interfered this time

"Thanks mate, means a lot!" Matty moved Amelia a little, his arms were getting sore and tired from all the holding but he only had to resist for an hour or two more.

"This is little Mel?"

"Yeah, sorry...she's exhausted."

"Oh, please don't! Little one here is about to copy her." just in time, the little boy rubbed his eyes. "Well, we don't want to hold you back! Thanks for making such good music."

"You're welcomed." Matty joked, making them laugh.

After a quick set of goodbyes, Matty, Y/n, Amelia and Patricia continued their way out after a fun and successful day.

#matty healy #matty healy fic #all i need #the 1975 #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction

[gomzdrawfr]

Gomz, I'm sorry as a fellow CNY celebrator I'm in desperate need of your cutie tang yuan tutorial 😭 (no pressure at all of course but yours is stinking cute and I can't handle it)

What’s up gaymers, it’s Chef Gomz speaking! Here’s how to make tang yuan(herein refer to as dough balls)

The base usually is made up of either one or two kinds of flour:

glutinous rice flour (tepung gandum, 面粉)

rice flour (tepung beras, 粘米粉)

Some people just use glutinous rice flour, which makes the tang yuan less QQ(spongy), for me though i like to add rice flour to the mix, a ratio of 3 glutinous rice flour to 1 rice flour is good (sometimes 2:1 is okay too, i dont measure accurately, just wing it PFT)

Your set up should include one big bowl for the main flour mixture, another bowl of warm water, and a few plates(to put the balls)

Mix in warm water into the flour mixture until you can form a rollable dough thingy, they should have the consistency of play dough

From there you can separate the white dough into several smaller dough and then add food coloring, i suggest using dry or gel ones, if u only have liquid one just bear in mind the inks are going to add dampness into the dough(if the dough mixture is too wet, add more glutinous rice flour), and also the inks are going to stick on your hands LOL

When you make the dough, it will eventually dry up, so to prevent this you can take a cloth/wet hankerchief to put it over the bowl to cover it, you can also use plastic sheet to cover the rolled dough balls

If the dough balls turned dry, you can dab it with water using your fingertips(thats why the setup has a bowl of warm water)

Once you finish making the dough balls, boil a pot of hot water/broth of your liking, then drop the dough balls into the pot. You’ll know the balls are ready when they float up.

Tips:

1. Some tang yuan i found online!

The first one with the red marble is just mixing white and red dough together its super simple

2. If you dont want to make individual dough eyes/nose/mouth as faces, you can use red food coloring instead. Take a toothpick, dab it on red food coloring and then paint it on the dough balls, example showed with this sad pompompurin:

3. Some recipes adds unsalted butter or oil into the dough mixture to prevent dryness and give the final tang yuan a shine on the surface, personally ive only tried it once with butter and it definitely works! But i dont do it cuz its just for bling purposes haha, I used about 3 tbsp of butter for a rough 150g of main flour

4. If you find it hard to remove the dough balls off the plate to boil it, you can put the dough balls on baking paper (one year we put it on A4 paper cuz we ran out…it works LMAO)

5. The soup/broth we usually drink is just simple ginger soup with brown sugar. If you want the soup to be sweeter, you can add red dates or longan(can bought ones are good enough). If you want the soup to smell good, we add pandan leaves too, tie the pandan leaves in knot and dump it into the pot to boil it.

I think that’s about it :3 give it a try and lmk how it turns out! I will apologize if the recipe comes out whacko lol cuz i dont measure the flours, i go by vibes PFTT (asian amiright)

Summary:

Glutinous rice flour, rice flour (ratio of 3:1 or 2:1), water

Optional:

Food colouring, butter/oil, pandan leaves, brown sugar, ginger

Have fun!!

#ask response #thanks for the ask <3 #gummmyspeaks #tang yuan #tang yuan recipe

[homomenhommes]

A few years ago, around 30,000 fragments of stained glass were found under the floorboards of Westminster Abbey’s triforium.

Here are some of them in biscuit (cookie) form.

Flavour: orange, cardamom & vanilla. All designs painted by hand onto royal icing using food colouring gels and vodka. Scratches added using a sgraffito technique.

[ecoamerica]

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[shyvioletcat]

A/N: I wrote a little something in celebration of Mermay. It’s just fun that spawned from a completely random idea. Yes, it’s another single parent au but who’s gonna stop me? Certainly not myself. Please enjoy. 

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Aelin’s make-up brush was coated in gold as she ran it over her top eyelids. Working in water, there wasn’t much that would withstand it, but she had curated a good collection after some serious trial and error. There was also the toxins in her make-up to consider, if she killed the fish, she wouldn’t have a job. That was why she left off the glitter gel, that would go on after her water performance. This was the ever glamorous life of a mermaid. 

She had worked at the Orynth Aquarium for nearly two years. It had started as a what the hell of it job, and then had progressed into something she loved. Thanks to the support if her parents this job wasn’t make or break for her and realistically Aelin know one day she’s have to get a real job, but in the meantime it was fun while it lasted. Her last minute prep was checking if she had had her earplugs and her airways were clear and ready. The earplugs she tucked into the turquoise scale decorated bikini top she wore and she blew her nose once for good luck.  

Aelin hated to break the illusion but with the irritation in her eye today she needed to wear goggles for this performance. If she persevered through it and kept her eye exposed to the aquarium water it could potentially flare up more and then she’d have to stop work completely. And that just wasn’t fun for anybody. She had forked out a mild fortune for this particular pair. They were clear as they could possibly be, both the silicone and polycarbonate lenses. To hide it further she put a circlet over it to cover the straps wrapping around the back of her head. 

“Lys, can you?” Aelin said to her co-worker and friend. 

“Of course,” Lysandra said, helping secure the circlet onto the straps. She was a mermaid too, and would go on a little later in the day. 

It only took a few seconds and then it was done. One benefit of the goggles and circlet get up was that it would help to keep the hair out of her face while she swam. The silicone of the circlet was fashioned to look like clusters of shells, corals and pearls, all painted to match her overall mermaid colour scheme. Aelin did a quick adjustment of her goggles and the top part of her mermaid outfit, making sure everything was secure and not likely to fall off in the water.  She was as ready as she could be without her tail. 

Aelin left the dressing room that had been repurposed from small storage space for the performers. From the still lingering smell of old fish she suspected it had a prep room for the aquarium residents' food. She’d taken her turquoise coloured tail with her and sitting on the water’s edge rolled down the sides until she got to the flipper. Her feet slipped in and she hooked the strap over the back of her heel to stop them slipping out. Then she lathered herself up in hair conditioner so the tail would slide on a little easier.

It took time and a fair amount of effort, but it wasn’t too long before Aelin was entirely merma-fied. The world became muffled as the earplugs filled her ears. She swung her feet around dipping them into the water, and then eased herself all the way in. Submerging fully for the first time always felt a little odd—getting her legs to kick in sync instead of alternating strides. But after a few good kicks muscle memory took over and Aelin was swimming with ease.

Above the surface Aelin started breathing in and out, readying to hold her breath for her big entrance. She counted one, two and then three and she went under, swimming deeper into the aquarium. Fibreglass rocks jutted up from the tank floor and Aelin made for the decorative arch built, arms in front of her guiding her through the water. 

There were fish around her, nothing too bitey or sharp, for safety reasons obviously. Aelin had been diving in the shark tank before, and they weren’t vicious creatures, just sometimes curiosity got the better of them. So she was in here with the tropical variety, also making the swim just that more pleasant. If any inhabitants happened to bump into her it was a lot less distracting. 

Just as the front glass came into view Aelin lungs began to feel a little bit of strain. She decided that she would do a swim-by of the glass and then pop up for some more air. With her goggles she could see the audience clearly, on other days they would have been blurry blobs of indecipherable colours, but today she could see everything. When children noticed her swimming towards them, they rushed the glass, faces practically squished up on it. They pointed and shouted soundlessly to parents and friends. 

Aelin smiled, one hand swooping down to her side while the other waved at the crowd. There was one girl in particular that caught her eye, brown hair pulled back into two braids, face slack with shock and awe. The precious little thing’s eyes were wide as they tracked Aelin’s movements through the water. It wasn’t until Aelin was almost out of sight that she rushed forward, beckoning to someone behind her. Aelin kept swimming but made sure to give the girl a particular wave before she disappeared from sight. 

Catching her breath Aelin then dived back under. This time she swayed her hips, building up to a spin. The girl from before practically chased her across the viewing area, the skirts of her tutu swishing around her knees as she did. On the next pass Aelin slowed down so that she could interact with her audience. She waved and smiled, swished her flouncy tail at them. But she was saving the air in her lungs for a little something special. The brown-haired girl was front row, little hands on the glass as she bounced on her toes. Aelin swam right up to her, putting her own hands on the glass too. The smile she was being given was infectious and Aelin had to try and keep her lips sealed so she didn’t lose the air trapped inside. Bringing two fingers of each hand to her lips Aelin whooshed out a bubble of air and made a heart shape. Bubbles followed the movement making a clear heart that framed the girl's face. Aelin wished she had a camera to capture the pure elation and joy. 

When the bubbles faded the girl turned, Aelin saw her say something and her companion stepped out of the shadows and came into view. It was an effort not to lose the rest of her air with just how fine a specimen of the human he was. All broad shoulders, chiselled jawline and an usual hue of silver hair, he was knee weakingly handsome. The distortion through the glass did little damage to the overall effect. 

Duty called and Aelin had other viewers to entertain. She went through various routines, backflips and front flips, spins and waves, and more air kisses. A lot of people moved on but Aelin’s biggest fan hung around with her carer who now sat on the lowest step, elbows on his knees as he watched the girl have her fun. He smiled and nodded along with whatever she said. 

Aelin’s window for performing was closing and she wanted to give this girl a special experience before she wrapped it up. Gulping in some air Aelin dove back down. There the girl was, waiting on the glass, kneeling because she was probably worn out from all the games of chase. Aelin beckoned her to stand by curling her fingers to her palm. She misunderstood and waved and it wasn’t until the man said something to her that the girl stood. Aelin nodded, indicating she’d done the right thing. 

Aelin treaded water to keep herself in place and with her pointer finger she made a twirling motion, trying to convey that she was going to spin. The girl clapped before her hands raised above her head like a ballerina. When the girl said something to the man behind her Aelin followed the line of sight. Her lips tightened into a closed lip smirk as she caught him mid check out of her. In this line of work this kind of thing wasn’t unusual, and at least this guy seemed to be doing it respectfully. He was most certainly blushing when he noticed Aelin’s gaze on him and her expression. 

It took some manoeuvring and effort—this was one of the more advanced moves in her routine, but Aelin spun upwards in the water, gracefully turning in full circles, slower than the girl was twirling. She was over excited and frantic. Aelin kept going until her head broke the surface, allowing herself a smile and a few intakes of air before going back down. The girl was still spinning when Aelin saw her again and it took the man pointing out that the mermaid had returned for her to stop. The poor little thing swayed on her feet, too dizzy to see straight, making Aelin laugh out a bubble of air. She swam down again, lounging lengthways in the water to get to the girl’s eye level easier. 

The laughter had cost her and Aelin would need to swim away soon. So she waved, blowing another heart kiss to the girl’s utter delight. Aelin needed to get to the surface quickly after that so she started swimming straight up. Her new little friend insisted that the man, most likely her father now that she saw them together, wave as well. He did, and Aelin made sure to catch his eye. She winked, then blew him a kiss too, hoping he was blushing again. 

Aelin kept to the surface as she swam back to the edge of the aquarium. She was out of breath when she hauled herself onto the ledge and for a while she just lay there, smiling as she recalled the little girl. The kids and their enthusiasm was one of her favourite things about this job. It gave her a sense of fulfilment bringing a little bit of magic to their lives. This girl had really been something and her father—

“Oh. Oh, shit.” Aelin slapped a pruny fingered hand over her mouth. He’d sure as hell started it but she most definitely might have flirted with a married man. A deep breath out later and she let it go. It was harmless fun and it wasn’t likely that she would see him again. 

~~~~~

This trip to the aquarium was proving to be a hit. When Rowan had seen the promotion about the mermaids at the aquarium he’d known that he had to bring Ivy. Mermaids were her current obsession and the chance for her to see a real life mermaid was something he wasn’t going to pass up. 

Ivy had loved it, every single second. Her enthusiasm had won her the attention of the mermaid. The kisses, waving and the dancing had probably made Ivy’s year. Since the mermaid had swam away Ivy hadn’t stopped talking about it. She’d been disappointed for sure, but the magic from that moment still held sway and she was buzzing. A huge turtle swam by and Ivy followed it with her eyes, head turning and nearly knocking into the glass as she tried to look at it as long as she could. The way things were going they would be here until they were physically kicked out. 

“Ivy, should we go see the penguins?” Rowan asked. 

Ivy spun, so fast that Rowan had to steady her with a hand on her head.

“There’s penguins?”

Rowan chuckled. “Yes, there are.”

“Why are we standing here then?” Ivy told him, grabbing his hand and leading him in the entirely wrong direction. 

“This way, little love,” Rowan said, gently tugging her hand in the right direction. 

It was while they were watching the little, stubby, flightless birds waddle around when the announcement that would change Ivy’s life was made over the loudspeaker.

“Hi there, visitors,” a female voice said. “If you would like to meet one of our resident mermaids please head to Coral Cove where a meet and greet will start in five minutes. They are very excited to meet you, and we hope to see you there!”

“Daddy,” Ivy’s eyes were wide. “Did they say we can meet a mermaid?”

He nodded. “Indeed they did.”

“Can we? Please?” The four year old begged. 

Rowan already had it in his mind to say yes, but if there had been any doubt for him it would have been banished just from the look in her eyes. “Let’s go.”

It frustrated Ivy when she kept taking the wrong turns so Rowan just picked her up and carried her the rest of the way. This place was easy enough for him to navigate, not so much for a little girl who couldn’t read. They found Coral Cove in the tropical section. It was all warm lights, pastels and colourful fish. There was a line already forming and the two of them joined the end of it.

“Is it her, Daddy? The swimming one?” Ivy asked, head peering over the heads in front of them trying to see. 

“I’m not sure, love. We’ll have to wait and see,” Rowan replied.

Ivy was full of nervous energy and eventually Rowan had to put her down because she was shifting around so much. She got antsy and like a dutiful father he was, he handed her some snacks from the backpack to keep her occupied. That gave her five minutes of peace before she was at it again. Holding his hand, Ivy left the line as far as she could while still hanging on. She gasped, hurrying back to Rowan’s legs.

“Dad,” she said in a harsh and very loud whisper. “It’s her.”

“Is it?” Rowan whispered back.

Ivy nodded, such a wide smile on her face. There weren’t too many people ahead of them so it was only another ten minutes before they got to the front of the line. Like Ivy had said, the mermaid from the aquarium was the one doing the meet and greet. She was sitting on a giant pink clam shell, smiling and waving to the visitors. 

She was still wearing her gold and turquoise tail, a white starfish was stuck onto some kind of hair clip to keep her damp hair off her face. The previous kids were finishing their goodbyes so the mermaid hadn’t seen them. Rowan looked down to check on Ivy, she was staring at what could safely be considered her idol with wide eyes. But he also recognised another look.

Ivy was a shy child, she didn’t make friends easily or like talking to people in general. And the look she had on her face now told Rowan she’d entered her freeze response, fully shut down. He crouched next to her, turning her so she could look at him. 

“Hey, Ivy,” he said quietly. “Do you want to meet the mermaid or do you want to go?”

“I wanna meet her,” she replied even softer.

“Did you want to just give her a wave and go, or?” Rowna offered. 

Ivy shook her head. “No, I want to say hello.”

“Okay, I’m right here if you need me.”

Rowan stood and Ivy’s little hand found his. The mermaid’s focus had turned to them now and she clapped her hands and smiled. 

“Oh, you came!” she said, all excitement. 

Ivy nodded, the beginnings of a smile on her face. 

“I really hoped you would,” the mermaid said. “I had so much fun playing with you before. Would you like to come sit down and I can show you some of my treasures I’ve found on my adventures?”

To his mild astonishment, Ivy took a tentative step forward. She did look up at him for reassurance and Rowan gave her an encouraging nod. Ivy’s hands were curled under her chin, still slightly defensive but she kept walking. The mermaid extended a hand and Ivy took it, holding it all the way until they were sitting right next to each other. 

Rowan couldn’t hear what was being said, but only about a minute went by before Ivy had relaxed and she was smiling, animation creeping back into her face. The mermaid was doing an amazing job of bringing Ivy out of her shell and soon they were passing lines of conversation back and forth. Rowan smiled, hiding it as he looked down and shook his head. This woman was dedicated to her job, that much was for sure. 

Ivy and her new best friend were still talking and Rowan was left with nothing much else to do but watch. The woman in the costume was stunning to say the least, and if mermaids did by some chance exist she could be one of them. Dressed like this there was almost something ethereal about her. Details he hadn’t seen through the fog of the glass were clearer now. In the water she had looked paler, but sitting here in the light there was a lovely tan to her skin, and it didn’t look fake. Her make-up was fairly simple, just some gold on her eyes to highlight her lids, and there was some glitter on her cheekbones. When wet her hair had looked dark blonde—nearly brown—but as it dried a brighter colour was coming out. 

She kept to a colour scheme—gold and turquoise. The bulk of her tail was a rich turquoise, with highlights of gold on the scales and fin. That was truly a work of art, the fin itself was more of a feathery look rather than a short fin, and there were even smaller ones on her hips. Her forearms had what looked like scaled gloves on them along with some chunky coral jewellery. Even her top had was scaled and painted to match everything, and the way it fit it—

Rowan’s eyes snapped away from her chest before his appreciation went any further. He told himself to keep his eyes up, she’d already caught him once and that had been embarrassing enough. 

“Daddy!” Rowan heard Ivy squeal along with the pattering of her running feet. “Look what Aelin gave me.”

Ivy held up a bead that looked like a pearl. It clearly wasn’t, it was just cheap plastic but he knew from the look on her face that she would treasure it until she inevitably forgot about it. 

“Wow, that’s beautiful,” Rowan gushed. “Did you say thank you?” 

“Yeah-huh, I did,” Ivy said. “But Daddy, can you take a photo?”

He nodded, running an affectionate hand over her hair. “Of course.” 

Rowan pulled his phone from his pocket while Ivy ran back over, nearly jumping into the seat next to the mermaid, well Aelin he supposed he could call her now. He glanced at the screen and then up, making sure everyone was in position. It was right then that he realised why she had chosen turquoise and gold… her eyes, that's the colour they were too. For an embarrassing moment Rowan stared a little too long. They were so unusual, so exquisite. He had to wonder if they were contacts to go along with the otherworldly nature of her job. 

He returned his focus back to the screen and the two of them were smiling at the camera. Snapping a few just in case, Rowan nodded when he was done. Ivy ran over to him, thriving on the excitement of it all. They were walking away when Ivy turned around for one last goodbye. 

“Bye, Aelin! Bye!” She was waving frantically as she said the words. 

Aelin looked over at her, smiling widely. “Bye, precious. You have a wonderful day.”

“Bye,” Ivy said one last time. 

They walked for a while, Rowan leading the way as Ivy looked at the pearl cradled in her palm. He smiled to himself, his daughter’s joy so infectious. They ended up in a shark tunnel when Ivy finally looked up. She tracked the sharks and the stingrays that swam over head, a very soft wow escaping her. Rowan crouched down to watch along with her, just to see the world through her eyes for a moment. 

Ivy arms reached out and she hugged him around his neck. Rowan scooped her up, kissing her cheek as he stood. 

“How has your day been, my little love?” He asked. 

Ivy didn’t look at him, but she did hug him tighter. “It’s been the best day ever.”

~~~~~

It was near closing when Aelin was leaving for the day. Today had been great, eye irritation be damned. She waved goodbye to colleagues as she headed for the front exit, tired and hungry. Water performances always left her famished. Make-up and costume gone, she was wearing a simple pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, looking like any other visitor still hanging around. 

She had just walked out the main exit when she stopped to search through her backpack for her car keys. Someone moved past her and she stepped aside to give them some more space. Aelin’s hand was on said keys when she heard her name being called by an unfamiliar voice. She looked up and her stomach dropped. Her new little friend was looking back at her, propped up in her father’s arms and looking over his shoulder.

One key aspect of her job was keeping the magic alive and right now she was watching it fade away before her eyes. 

“Oh, hey Ivy,” Aelin said, waiting was the damning question.

“Where’s your tail gone?” The little girl asked. 

Her father had stopped and now the three of them were forced into starting up a conversation. 

“Well, you see,” Aelin said, quickly scrambling for a reply. “A seawitch put a spell on me and between three and six o’clock I lose my tail and become human. It allows me to get home but that’s about it.” There was a muffled laugh from the girl’s father. Aelin tried not to laugh herself, but the happiness of a small child hung in the balance, so instead she lent in conspiratorially. “To remain a mermaid I need a kiss.”

“Quick, Daddy. Kiss her!” Ivy exclaimed. 

The poor man looked a little panicked, no doubt having been weaselled into gods knew what by the little tyrant in his arms. 

“Ah, there’s the catch. It had to be my true love,” Aelin said with a sigh, and then something a little mischievous crept in. “And I don’t think your mother would appreciate that offer anyway.”

“Divorced,” the man said quite suddenly. “I’m divorced.”

“Oh, I see then,” Aelin said, biting the inside of her lip to stop any laughter over his abruptness escaping. 

All in all, Ivy seemed to buy the whole curse business, even though the premise might have been fairly outdated. 

“That’s so sad. You have to find them,” Ivy said, as serious as a child her age could be. “You have to be a mermaid.”

“You’re right, miss Ivy. I’ll have to keep my eye out,” Aelin replied with a wink.

“Ivy, why don't you go grab some pamphlets to show your uncles, huh?” The dad said. 

“‘Mkay, Dad.” Ivy was set down and she ran off to the wall that had the pamphlets, taking a moment to consider before she started grabbing. 

There was a moment of silence between the two adults, Aelin not exactly sure why this guy had sent his daughter off. She waited, hoping whatever this was would wrap up soon because she was starving.

“Do you do, ah… private functions?

Aelin’s head tilted to the side, blinking a few times. “Ahhh…”

Being hit on was a hazard of the job, she had been flirted with. A lot. And if that was what this guy was going for he was doing a terrible job. In fact, it was coming off a little creepy.

“No, wait. That’s not what I meant,” he said earnestly. “It’s Ivy’s birthday next month and she had such a great time with you today. So, I was just wondering if you worked outside of the aquarium. That was such a clumsy pass on my end.”

Aelin laughed, she couldn’t help it. “Yeah, you could say that.”

“But really, Ivy thinks you’re amazing, but if you don’t I completely understand,” the man said. 

Touched by his sincerity, Aelin only left him hanging for half a moment before she answered him. “For the right price, I most definitely do.”

“That would be fantastic, thank you,” he said. 

“Aelin, by the way,” she said, finally getting to a proper introduction. 

“Rowan,” he said, fishing his wallet out of his pocket and handing her a business card. “Here’s my number, just send me a quick text and we can get it sorted.”

“Sure thing, Rowan.” Aelin tucked the card into her pocket. “Anything for my new bestie.”

That made the father smile. “I’ll let you get back to it. Have a nice evening.”

“You too, Rowan,” Aelin said.

Rowan gave her a final nod before he went off to collect Ivy. He snuck up on her, catching her by the waist and winging her into the hair. The little girl’s laughter echoed and the whole scene was so sweet that Aelin couldn’t help but smile. She hasn’t been lying when she told him she did parties, it was usually just for friends. But watching the duo walk away Aelin decided that she would make an exception—just this once.

~~~~~

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a/n: look, i know there is a small minority of us in the jjk fandom that believes nanami kento is autistic, so this post won't appeal to the masses. if you don't like this, nor agree with it, that's fine (that's why fanon and au's are cool). just don't be a dickhead and leave mean comments. also, this was co-written by my beloved sibling @lesbian-choso. go check out his blog; they make lovely traditional art.

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Flat affect — no explanation needed.

Stims: jiggling his watch, cracking his knuckles and other joints, pacing around.

This man cannot stand loud noises, though controlled loud sounds, like listening to his screamo playlist, is totally fine.

I firmly believe he sleeps like a dead person at an open-casket funeral. His bed sheet is in a straight line across his chest, with his arms lying flat on either side of his torso — Back Sleeper™️. Best believe he can't sleep unless his room is 18°C, with his bedsheets and duvet even on each side of the bed, and a fresh bottle of water on his bedside table (in case he wakes up and feels parched).

Whilst he isn't a fan of journals and diaries, Kento makes sure to regularly update his calendar on his phone, as well as the one attached to Outlook.

Spreadsheets and to-do lists, he thrives off of these. How else is he to keep up with life?

He is very aware of the fabrics and textures that make contact with his skin. This is why his wardrobe is predominantly made up of soft materials like cotton and cashmere. If he has to wear anything woollen, a lightweight layer of clothing goes underneath; he can't stand the itchiness.

Kento doesn't like mixing cold and warm food, and he tries his best to keep the food on his plate from touching each other (this doesn't apply to food like fried rice).

He irons his bedsheets and underwear — don’t ask. Kento also regularly washes his curtains and steams them once they’re dry (no creases, he hates them).

Exclusively purchases one type of deodorant; it has something to do with the smell and texture. He can’t stand aerosols because of the intensity of their smell (it gets into the back of his throat), and the gel deodorants feel uncomfortable on his underarms. Kento also isn’t a fan of perfume, though, there was one he liked that he stocked up on. Sadly, he hasn’t been able to find anything similar.

“Don’t come in the kitchen whilst I'm cooking.” — Kento to Satoru when he senses him about to step in. He can't share the space, it becomes claustrophobic.

Baking is his special interest; he has an absurd amount of information about this art form stored in his noggin. Dare I say he would own a bread encyclopaedia if it existed. Whilst bread is his favourite form of baked good, from time to time, he attempts to make confectionary, specifically those made of phyllo pastry. On the rare occasion, he might bake a pie or cake.

This man owns a lint roller because of his pet cats; he is not a first-time cat owner. Whilst his home is relatively clean, he can't help but feel the need to pick up those stray cat hairs. He doesn't want to accidentally get any in his mouth.

Speaking of his home, Kento's apartment is relatively minimalist, though the colour palette is warm and welcoming (lots of blues and browns). The only part of his home that is “messy” is one nook in his living room. The bookcase is overflowing with unread books, some sitting in neat stacks on the floor, whilst others are in cardboard boxes acting as surfaces for his potted plants. There are a few old newspapers and magazine recipes strewn on his desk, a cold cup of coffee, and two pen holders jam-packed with various dry markers and inkless pens. It's a sort of organised chaos.

He exclusively wears slippers and thongs/flip-flops indoors. He can’t stand walking around barefoot, it’s uncomfortable, and he doesn’t like his feet being cold or picking up any hair, lint, or crumbs that collect on the floor (despite his home being borderline sterile).

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[perflorale]

Fragrances I think Sailor Moon would wear….

Moonlight by Ariana Grande

This is Ariana’s least talked about perfume in my opinion, and it’s truly a shame because it’s the best smelling one in this particular line with the bottles that have the puff ball design. Not saying its her best fragrance over all, just my favourite in this line. The only drawback is the longevity isn’t the greatest, you will have to reapply or use some lotion or perfume oil to layer it with that will boost it’s lasting power. The smell of this though, is so worth it even if the lasting power isn’t great. Makes for a great scent to wear to bed, because if you wear it just before bed, how long it lasts doesn’t really matter. But i mean, i feel from the bottle, to the name of it, to the notes, this fragrance is USAGI in a bottle. It has usagi written all over it. The purple iridescence on the bottle gives that very 90s sailor moon pastel colour palette so frequently used as backdrops in the anime. The puff ball on it, is almost representative of a rabbit’s tail or her buns on her hair. It’s called moon light. It smells sweet and she is a huge sweet tooth. Could this be more fitting for her? Anyway, I’ve rambled unnecessarily about the bottle’s design but lets get into the thick of it. The notes. So this smells sweet definitely but not as young as it’s two other counterparts, Ari and Sweet like candy. This one has a more sultry edge. It opens with plum and black currant, which are juicy and delicious. The middle notes are soft marshmallow and peony and i think these notes especially have Usagi written all over them. Very soft and sweet. Marshmallow especially is a note I associate with her very much so there will be one more fragrance with marshmallow in this list as we move forward. The base notes are vanilla, sandalwood and amber which give this a maturity not many of the other fragrances in this line carry. This is delicious smelling but strikes me definitely as a night time fragrance. I think usagi would take a shower before bed, and use the moonlight shower gel and lotion before finally spraying the perfume. (If you’re thinking of getting this fragrance PLEASE get the shower gel, lotion, and body mist too, layering them all will help it last longer.) I can also see her wearing this to an evening date with Mamoru. This fragrance gives dreamy sleepy night time vibes. It’s romantic and elegant. She’s a romantic at heart so i can see her spraying this on any birthday or valentines cards she writes for Mamoru so that he remembers her, and she probably sprays this on her hair brush before passing it through her golden locks so he gets a whiff of it when he hugs her. Its a very pretty perfume that merits a hug for the wearer honestly. You want to hug whoever wears this because its just so lovely. I would wear this at night too. I mean it’s called moonlight. Yeah this is her romantic and cosy night fragrance for sure!

Live Irrésistible Délicieuse by Givenchy

This is her every day, day time scent. The one she wears to school or when she’s hanging out with her friends, when she’s just being Usagi and not Sailor moon. If she were a real person and you met her, I think you would smell this. We all know she’s a huge lover of food, especially anything sweet. This girl is a sweet tooth so it’s no surprise she’d want to smell as delicious as the desserts she eats. She’d want to smell irresistible and this is exactly what this perfume encapsulates. Also the juice in the bottle is pink, and this is her colour. Its a very youthful carefree fragrance and what better match for our teen protagonist. The main player note here is definitely the cherry, it stands out the most but this fragrance has an interesting french pastry note which makes it heavier than the typical fruity perfume. Most fruity perfumes are usually reserved for the summer, but i feel it is one that can be worn year round. The caramel, vanilla and almond at the base give it body. Its rich but not cloying and sure to satisfy a sweet tooth. Sad to report though, that this is discontinued. ( I hear Mukhalat by Montale is a decent dupe for this, but it contains strawberry instead of cherry) I’m pretty sure you can still get it some places online if you’re a lover of cherry and absolutely need this in your collection but I’d grab it quick. (If it’s any consolation, there are plenty of other cherry based perfumes, so missing out on this isn’t the end of the world. I can make a post for cherry perfumes if any of you guys are cherry lovers, just let me know.) Some lotions this would be very well paired with are fruity ones I suggest maybe the body shop butters and lotions? Something in their strawberry or mango ranges. I can see Usagi pairing this with these lotions or a simple vanilla lotion.

Moon carnival by Vilhelm Perfumerie

This is a brighter tropical floral, and the perfect summer time perfume. The white florals give it a delicate yet robust tone, and the citrusses at the top along with that tropical passion fruit note give it a brightness that’s classy yet very fit for hotter weather. This would be perfect for a summer day or a summer night. I have never been to Japan but I know and have heard that the summers can be intense and humid, and seeing as Usagi is from Japan, I think she would be drawn to a fragrance like this during the summer. It’s also appropriately named. I can see her wearing this to a summer festival to compliment her yukata or to the beach or to a picnic. I’ve heard many say this makes for a great wedding perfume. Especially if you are having a spring or summer wedding, something about it is so classy. It has a creamy soft quality thanks to the marshmallow and vanilla notes. Remember I said Usagi would be a sucker for the marshmallow notes? This is her expensive marshmallow perfume, and the Ariana Grande one is her affordable marshmallow perfume. Of course she is a high school student but she is also a princess, so i think it won’t be that far fetched for her to acquire this perfume. Or maybe it was a gift from Mamoru? Who can say? But I feel this is her choice for summer and a possible contender for a wedding fragrance in the future for her.

Luna by Penhaligon’s

Now, we’re at the final boss perfume. This is her princess mode perfume. It’s also on the expensive side but not a ludicrous price range for a fragrance. Plus she’s the princess of the moon, i think she can handle it. Penhaligons has a few fragrances themed around Greek and Roman mythology and since this anime sort of does too, I couldn’t find a more perfect fit. The bottle and scent totally give a dreamy, ethereal, princess serenity vibe and what a perfect fit to wear with that Dior inspired 1992 palladium dress. Can’t you picture her wearing this fragrance and that dress and looking over from her castle balcony? Are you getting the other worldly, dreamy vibes? I certainly am. Anyway, on to the notes: It like many fragrances, greets you with a light and refreshing burst of different citruses, lemon, bergamot and orange, so the opening is cheerful and bright, then we get to the middle notes the delicate rose, juniper berries and jasmine which give it a feminine softness, it’s definitely very refined, something you could see a princess wearing. The base notes are balsam, musk and ambergris which are refreshing, clean and woody. There is definitely something dreamy and magical about this fragrance. It's relaxing and gives a spa or altar vibe, you know? A truly romantic fragrance too, I can see this working as a wedding fragrance if you are going for the ethereal fairytale sort of theme. This is definitely her past life fragrance. Something she would be seen getting teary eyed over because of the memories it evokes for her.

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I think my aesthetic might be something along the lines of cottagecore and light academia with a tinge of Studio Ghibli and bits and pieces of chaotic academia. So this includes:

classical music blaring out of cheap speakers, homemade food served in reused takeout containers, half dying houseplants in everything but traditional flower pots, the fragrance of jasmine and mint, mirrors reflecting sunlight on to disorganised bookshelves with the most random collection of books, soups in glassware, gel pen doodles all over my notes, herbal teas in whiskey glasses, locally sourced incense sticks, handmade woolen blankets over commercially sold quilts, baking granola bars on a lazy sunday afternoon, adding chocolate to literally everything, mid day naps when the weather is cloudy yet humid, ribbon ties instead of stapler pins, making my own spice powders, scented oil lamps, being obsessed with cloves, sleeping on a bed full of pillows only to find over half of them on the floor next morning, missing alarms because closing my eyes for two more seconds won't make me fall asleep again, picking flowers and herbs from the garden, sleepy afternoons, careful skincare but with the most day to day products, eucalyptus oil, use and throw inhalers to deal with my anxiety because the smell of menthol calms me down, short nails and neutral manicure, smelling like flowers one day and like the sea the other, getting excited whenever I spot the moon, absolutely in awe and in love with the clouds because they're amazing and so creative, puppies, calligraphy using ball pens, homemade mocha latte using soya milk, my grandma's childhood earrings that I wear all the time, newspapers, organic vegetables sold by retired social workers, tote bags, reusable metal water bottles, hot showers and cold rinses, using my grandmother's favorite brand of soap because I love smelling like her, herbal hair oil, smelling like sandalwood, cooking pasta with the family, reading secondhand books, collecting fused light bulbs, pencil underlines, postcards, 1 am poetry, pop instrumentals and pensive journaling, benzene rings on page margins, berry flavoured cough syrup, baking bread, long walks, loud conversations, thrifting, e-books, chocolate wrappers hidden between dictionary pages, colourful periodic table prints, plushies, honey, fleece blankets, sleeping cats.

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