#lambs personal junk

[ambalambs]

Do you ever think about how poetic it is that the wol starts arr by waking up to the crystal telling them to "hear, feel, think" and then at the end of endwalker they wake up to their friends pleading and asking them if they can hear them, please open their eyes, someone lend a hand

#once again emotional over ffxiv #lambs personal junk #lambs plays ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #endwalker spoilers

[kingkatsuki]

— addiction

Yep, so he got me. I’m already obsessed, cannot be saved.

Warnings: 18+, friends with benefits, public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, not proofread.

Pairing: Engine/Enjin x f!reader.

Word Count: 2k.

“Smoking is bad for you, you know.” You smirk at the irritated expression that appears on Enjin’s face as he cups his palm around his lighter, flicking his thumb over the spark.

It takes a few times for the battered zippo to start, the engraving on the worn silver not even to him. Another prize picked out of the junk thrown into the Abyss.

He ignores your teasing as the stick illuminates, pocketing his lighter as he inhales deeply. Catching it between his thumb and forefinger as he blows a thick plume of smoke into the evening air, watching the silvery wisps disappear into the atmosphere.

“You don’t say,” Enjin plants a booted foot against the wall behind him as he leans back, bringing the cigarette back to his lips to take another long drag.

It’s moments like this you cherish the most, one of the simple frivolities of the Abyss— the times you get the leader alone.

“Could kill you.” You move closer now, invading his personal space like you often do. Surrounding yourself in the scent of him, a mixture of smoke, sweat and the drugstore aftershave that would’ve been cheap in Heaven but is premium below.

“There’s a lot of other things that could kill me down here first,” He scoffs, blowing another cloud of smoke directly into your face, “Oi—”

You catch him off guard as you snatch the cigarette that’s dangling between his lips, smirking at the wide-eyed look of annoyance on his face as you drop the stick to the floor. Your heeled boots quick to stomp on it, extinguishing the flame as he practically lifts you off the ground to try and salvage it. Hands firm on your hips as he looks down at the broken, mangled tobacco.

“Do you know how much that cost?” He groans.

“You get paid well as a Janitor, I’m sure you can always buy—” You begin to tease, but before you manage to finish your sentence Enjin’s grip on your waist tightens as he shifts positions to press your back up against the cold brick wall.

He knows your games all too well, and knows how to beat you at them. Your taunting no match for his sheer display of strength as he turns the tables, caging you between him.

“You’re such a brat,” Enjin growls, his lanky body towers over you as he corners you like a hungry wolf. The poor little lamb can do nothing but stare up at its captor as your eyes meet his burning gaze, the fragments of smoke still seared into his lungs pepper your face as you fist the hem of his trench coat.

“But isn’t that why you like me?” You coo back, and it’s enough to have Enjin seeing red.

His lips meet yours in a kiss that’s almost bruising, teeth clash as your hands tug him closer. Trying impossibly to deepen the kiss as your tongue lashes against his incisors, swallowing the final bits of smoke that leave his lungs.

You always claim he’s addicted to the drug, when Enjin refutes he could go cold turkey at any time. But truth be told, you were the real drug he was addicted to, and there was no way he’d ever want to quit.

Deft fingers search a path they’ve followed a thousand times before, disappearing beneath his red vest as you scratch against the blond hairs that rest below his bellybutton. Feeling his chest concave as you raise goosebumps against his skin, teasing touches are no match for Enjin’s brute force as he copies you in this dangerous game of cat and mouse. Slender fingers push your shirt up over your chest to reveal your naked breasts to his hungry gaze, completely unbothered that anyone could see you like this. His fellow janitors, his team, barely a few meters away as they settle inside the rowdy dive bar. Other punters could step outside and look down the shrouded alley to see you in such a compromising position, if any of them were to desire that sudden burst of nicotine.

“Fuck, I missed these.” Enjin groans as he massages your breasts in his hands, rough thumbs flicking over your puffy nipples as he turns them into stiff peaks. Circling your darkened areola as he bends his body to latch on, tonguing the sensitive skin before pulling it between his teeth.

You’re desperate now, even more so than when you entered the alleyway in search of him. Following his footsteps as he stepped outside, the throb between your thighs guiding you on your way as you longed to feel him buried back inside you.

“Don’t tease me,” You beg, pathetically tugging at his belt, but the plea falls on deaf ears as he pulls back from your chest with a satisfied smack. The cool evening air dries his spit against your skin, causing you to shiver as Enjin’s hand disappears beneath your skirt to cup your wet heat.

“Fuck,” He groans, palming the sopping material of your panties as you shamelessly grind yourself down on him, “This all for me?”

He asks the question as though there would be anyone else that could make you feel like this, anyone else that would have you standing exposed in a dingy alleyway outside a rowdy dive bar.

“It’s you,” You hum, “Its always you.” And it’s the answer he covets as he hooks his fingers in the hem of your panties to tug them down your thighs in one swift motion.

He’s always so kind and considerate as he helps you step out of them, leaving the fabric dangling daintly around one ankle as he raises your thigh against his hip. Pressing his hard cock against you, and you can feel how desperate he is even through the layers of clothes. Just like Enjin can feel your heartbeat pounding through your clit as his rough trousers catch against it, leaving silvery lines of your slick against his crotch as he grinds against you.

“Look at the mess you’re making,” His voice rumbles, “Barely even touched you.”

“Please, Enjin.” You whine, the sound of his name uttered from your lips is almost enough to have him seeing stars. The desperate lilt to your voice paired with the saccharine look in your eyes is enough to have him tugging at his belt as he tugs his pants down just enough to free his aching cock.

The sight of him is always enough to make your mouth water, licking your bruised lips as you reach out a greedy hand his reflexes are fast enough to bat away.

“Behave,” He responds curtly, as if he isn’t the one that has you in this position.

It’s erotic the way he wraps a palm around himself, rolling his wrist over the bulging tip as he smears pre along the length. Canting his hips forward to drag his cock through your messy folds, disappearing between them as he coats himself in your slick. The moment he nudges your clit has you mewling pathetically, ashamed that someone— a man, no less, has reduced you to this.

But it’s not your fault, it can’t be when he’s built like this. Intimidating tattoos and piercings that mask the warmth hidden beneath them, the way he guards you with such love and care even when his grip against you is lusty.

“If you don’t fuck me now I’m going back inside.” You gamble, knowing all too well that he’d see right through it.

You’d have to rub your clit raw to even come close to feeling the same euphoria Enjin had you feeling with minimal effort. Many nights spent alone touching yourself to the thought of him couldn’t compare to the way his hands felt as they explored your body.

“Liar.” Enjin grinned, pushing the fat tip of his cock against your tight entrance just to watch the way your body keened. A silent gasp from parted lips as you tried to roll your hips to draw him inside, his grip tight against your waist as he held you steady, “Well go on then.”

Enjin knew you weren’t going anywhere, not when your body was crying out so perilously for him. It was always a playful game of who would break first, and he’d always swear blind it was you.

“Watch me— oh, shit.” Your eyes rolled as you felt the blunt tip of his cock breach your tight entrance, his forking veins catch against your spongy inner walls as he moulds your cunt into the shape of him. Creating a delicious friction as he gives you a fleeting moment to adjust to the size, especially with no prep as he presses a lingering peck to your parted lips.

“Yeah?” A smug grin appeared across his cheeks like the cat that got the cream, “Didn’t think so, pretty.”

Enjin set a rough pace, yellow eyes glancing towards the entrance to the alley to check for unwanted voyeurs as he fucked into your pliant body with vigour. Each harsh thrust had his hips snapping against yours, the smack of skin against skin a constant rhythm as you clung to his broad shoulders. Pulling him down into another sloppy kiss to try and mask the desperate moans that poured from your throat, sharp nails digging into his skin as he fucks into you.

“I’ll never get tired of this sloppy pussy,” He whispered against your lips, catching his bottom one between your teeth as you tugged. Drawing a debauched grunt from deep in his chest as your cunt pulses around his cock from his words, pressing your body against the wall with more power as he carried you both towards your bliss.

The messy hairs at the base of his cock tickle your clit with each forward motion, enough to have you seeing stars as he wills your body to cum for him. Pulling back to stare down at you through half-lidded eyes as he snaps his hips, his cockhead kissing your cervix with each thrust as you begin to tremble in his arms. Your leg turns to jelly as you try to keep yourself upright, his body the only thing stopping you from tumbling to the floor.

“I know you’re close, sweetheart.” He croons, “I can feel you squeezing me.”

You are. The coil inside you dangerously close to snapping as he reaches between your bodies to press a calloused thumb against your puffy clit, rubbing messy circles against it as you succumb to the pleasure. Fat pearly tears cling to your lashes as you cry out for him, his name tumbles from your lips as your orgasm crashes over you in harsh waves coming into shore.

“That’s it— good girl,” He feels it before you do, the telltale sign of your climax as your walls begin to pulse around him in a greedy attempt to milk him of his release, “Good fucking girl.”

He doesn’t stop, even when you’re gushing around him as he fucks into you with renewed vigour, hungrily chasing his own release as you will him to cum. Nails drag through the messy hairs at the base of his undercut as you scratch at his scalp. His nose scrunches as he meets his own end, burying hot ropes of cum inside your wet cunt with a groan of your name.

It’s enough that for a few simple moments you can picture yourself somewhere— anywhere else with him. The perfect dream you’ve conjured in your mind as you get to lay together without dealing with the harsh realities that come with fraternising with a Janitor.

You both linger in the alley, Enjin’s face buried in the curve of your neck as he breathes in the scent of you. His tongue peeks out to taste the thin sheen of sweat that coats your skin as you shudder beneath him, your cunt pulses around his spent cock in retaliation.

“Fuck,” He reluctantly pulls out as the mixture of your release follows, leaving silvery strings against his cock while it drools out of you and coats your inner thighs, curving his back to get a better look at the debauched sight, “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Not if the cigarettes don’t get you first.” You grin.

#engine x reader #Enjin x reader #engine smut #Enjin smut #gachiku #gachiakuta Enjin x reader #gachiakuta engine x reader #gachiakuta engine smut #gachiakuta Enjin smut #gachiakuta x reader #gachiakuta smut

[bloodofvoid]

The Quietest Girl in Town (Mischa Bachinski x reader chapter 9)

Little Lamb

(Back to your POV btw)

You panted heavily, feeling as if you had run a mile. But you were so happy, like Constance had just swept everyone’s sorrows away, creating the warehouse into a happy space for everyone.

It made you wanna sing with her. 

The room slowly lit up again, and you got back up from the ground. Your chest heaved with heavy breaths as Constance got down from the crate, brushing a few stray pieces of confetti from her wild hair.

She usually had it tied up, so seeing it loose was a whole new experience for you. However, it made you even more happier to see her coming out of her shell. The amount of guilt that etched into your heart as she told everyone her story was overwhelming, to the point where it hurt.

You wanted to make it up to her. 

Constance looked at you, a bright smile adorning her face. You rushed over to the sweet girl to embrace her in a hug, squeezing her tightly until she made a protest. No words needed to be shared, it was like you were all one being.

After a long moment, you let go of Constance, wiping a few stray tears from the corners of her eyes. You gave her a wholehearted smile, offering a light kiss on the cheek.

It felt like you were alive again….and god was it euphoric. It felt like your bones were mended, and you were back in the Fall Fair with the rest of the choir, winning prizes and eating junk food.

If only. 

“It appears you’ve met the end of your time here in the warehouse,” Karnak suddenly spoke up, knocking you out of your thoughts. 

You sorrowfully looked up at Karnak, holding a hand to your chest. You tried not to be mad, reminding yourself time and time again that it wasn’t Karnak’s fault that you guys were dead.

“I have decided that the person with the most points will decide who wins,” he continued, and his eerie yellow gaze slowly turned to the ginger standing in the corner.

She looked beyond guilt, shifting in her mary janes, making the floor creak in protest. Her eyes popped wide open, offended that Karnak had backed out of his deal. 

“But-but you said that it was a unanimous vote!” she exclaimed, fists clenched and shaking as she looked up at the robot. “And I demand that it goes back to that.”

Karnak didn’t object, so Ocean took that as a yes. She turned back, and winced at the group before her.

Noel stood by Constance, hugging the scared, depressed and nervous at Ocean’s gaze. Ricky seemed at peace, clasping his hands before him as he stood beside Jane, who’s black eyes were wide with wonder.

Meanwhile, you felt your eyes tearing up, despair filling your heart. This was it, wasn’t it? Was your life coming to an end? At only sixteen. There was still so much to live for! All of them had so much to live for.

After a moment, you let the tears spill. They slowly streamed down your paled cheeks, dripping onto the floor quietly. But you refused to let out any noises, only a quiet sniffle every now and then.

After a moment, you saw a shadow cast over your figure. A hand came up, gently wiping away the tears. Looking up, you saw Mischa looking down at you with a pained smile, his own eyes also watery.

Though everyone was in despair, they knew they couldn’t be the one to be picked. You weren’t sure if you could live with the guilt of living again without the choir at your side. 

“It shouldn’t be me,” Ocean began, looking down. “Who do I vote for?”

It was like she was asking herself, conflicted at who should be picked to live again. But before she could speak up, the curtains to everyone’s right began to slowly draw open, revealing an inky void sparkling with stars.

Ocean paused, taking a hesitant step towards it, before stopping. She turned to Karnak, brow furrowed in confusion. But she also seemed scared to ask what she was looking at.

“What’s that?” she whispered, voice barely audible despite the silence.

“The way out,” he told her, voice also quiet. “Just walk through, and don’t look back.”

Ocean looked at the dark abyss of sparkles and faint voices. You half expected her to just run through, but she stayed perfectly still. You had to admit, the dark opening was quite mesmerizing. 

You took a wary step forward, nearly stumbling. If you listened carefully, you could hear police sirens, and the crying of people as they came round. The faint smell of food filled your nostrils, and you resisted the urge to walk through. It was like you were right there.

“I don’t mean to rush you,” Karnak piped up, sounding irritated. “But time is pressing-”

“Look, if you could just kindly step off for three seconds?” Ocean snapped, taking you by surprise.

The ginger took in a deep breath, before sighing it out. She opened her eyes, looking over at each and every member of the choir. You, Noel, Mischa, Constance, Ricky…and Jane.

Her gaze paused on the last member, her doll-like figure tilted in curiosity. Her soulless eyes bore into Ocean’s, though they held no threat, just an innocent child wanting to know something.

“You knew I couldn’t do it,” Ocean whispered, turning back to Karnak with an astonished look. 

For once, Karnak looked confused. He paused for a long moment, gears shifting and whirring as he tilted his head to one side. “What?”

Ocean looked back at Jane, then back over to the robot.

“Choose myself,” she murmured, taking in a shaky breath. “It shouldn’t be me. We died young, by total accident. The experiences we had, I would gladly take my seventeen years over nothing.”

She looked over at Constance, who looked at Jane with anod.

“Who do I vote for?” she asked quietly, looking down. “The girl who can’t remember any of it. Her…” 

Ocean glanced over at the ghoulish girl. 

“We had a life, she didn’t. That’s my vote. Motioned carried.”

She stood before Karnak, a pained, yet bittersweet smile adorning her lips as she weakly thrust a fist into the air.”

“Democracy rocks.”

Constance was the first to step up, standing beside Ocean with a determined look on her face. Ricky was quick to follow, standing on Ocean’s other side. Next was Noel, stopping beside Ricky. 

You looked up at Mischa, who seemed at a loss for words. You were about to step up as well, but you weren’t about to leave him behind. Though it didn’t appear that way, you knew very well that he wanted the best for Jane, he just needed a little help.

So, you strode back over to him, interlacing your fingers with his and making your way to the rest of the choir. You all gazed up at Karnak, conflicted with emotions you couldn’t understand.

“As you wish,” Karnak boomed, the portal chiming.

Jane, who was standing behind everyone, seemed lost. Her brow was furrowed in confusion, utterly shell shocked that the choir voted for her. The black sheep, the odd one out. The one member even they couldn’t remember.

But, after thinking for a moment, she turned towards the dark void. The Doe seemed to be at peace, stepping into the dark abyss with her eyes closed. For a moment, you looked back.

She still wore the bracelet you gave her, however, it seemingly changed as she went closer to the portal. It became a full bracelet, with the charm of a little sheep hanging off of it.

Suddenly, the cogs in your brain turned, and you stepped away from the line. Jane’s hair shifted before your very eyes, blonde coils expanding out into dark brown braids. Pale white skin became a warm olive, with freckles along her cheeks.

When she turned around, she had glinting green eyes that bore into your e/c ones. It felt like your breath had been stolen from your lungs, leaving you frozen from where you stood.

The girl hesitated, before giving you a gentle, calm smile. She didn’t move, though. Her feet stayed planted right before the swirling void that sparkled with the stars of the living realm.

You took another step closer, feeling your eyes begin to water up. How? How could you have forgotten? You reached out with one of your hands, nearly touching her own but she was too far away.

You wanted to grab her hand, but you resisted, drawing back and simply enjoying her presence for the last time. Finally, your lungs relaxed, and you were able to let out a shaky breath.

“Penny?” you breathed, the name catching on your tongue.

Penny nodded, fiddling with the friendship bracelet that had finally been completed. Then, she turned around, and slowly walked into the dark abyss. The void wrapped around her like a snake trapping its prey. 

And just like that, Penny was gone, back in the living realm.

“Her name is Penny Lamb,” Karnak began. “Born April 7th, Aries, the lucky nature.”

The curtains closed behind Penny, and a projector cast onto them. It had taken you a moment, but soon enough you realized that the video was showing Penny’s life. From the womb to the tomb.

The video went at a dizzying speed, mesmerizing you to gaze into its screen with a blank, almost solemn expression. Before you knew it, the video had ended, and there was something new on the screen.

A countdown.

20

19

18

17

16…

The choir all knew what was happening, and they collectively gathered together as Karnak spoke up. Constance held onto Ocean, who held hand with Ricky who looked around in wonder. Noel and Mischa kept their shoulders together, whilst you stood on the Ukrainian’s other side, wilting with fear.

“And now…you’re probably wondering what happens next,” the robot began, beginning to sound strained. “That, I couldn’t possibly tell you. But I do know this for certain.

10

9

8

“After reading thousands of human fortunes…”

4

3

2

“My final insight is-”

Before Karnak could finish his sentence, there was a loud explosion of electricity that sparked throughout the warehouse. The fortune teller jerked, his cogs and wires going insane as they bursted out volts.

The entire warehouse lit up with flickering lights and sounds, causing you to jump. The entire choir did as well, all rushing towards each other in search of comfort and safety. You all held each other in a warm, and tight embrace.

Soon enough, the lights began to die out, as did Karnak.

You squeezed your eyes closed, hugging yourself tightly. Tears welled in your eyes, but you refused to let anything spill and stream down your cheeks.

“Be sure to Ride the Cyclone…” As Karnak spoke his last words, his voice went low as he finally died out.

You watched in horror as the robot perished, his yellow gaze dimming. He lurched forward, before going completely still. He was gone, as was the choir’s lives. All of their hopes and dreams. Gone.

You felt a single tear slip.

#ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #mischa bachinski x reader #female reader #ride the cyclone x reader

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Heya, Mouse. I hope you're doing well. 😊

So, I recently got the Mr. Qi mature event again in my most recent save. A personal issue I have with this event is that no one, including your own spouse, ever hint at the event at all. Yes, the Farmer can't talk about it, but surely they'd be acting differently after such a scary and traumatic event? So my request is this: How would the sdv/sve marriagables + Krobus (bc I know my shadow roomie would be worried too) feel about the Farmer acting differently after they were found after the Qi event? Like, maybe the Farmer's more jumpy and sullen after what had happened, but they can't say anything because of the seal.

Hi, hello! 👋 I'm doing fine! ☺️ Thanks for your question, and I really apologize for taking so long to reply 😅 I decided to post here about only Bachelors + Krobus, hope you don't mind. Anyway, thanks again for caring and for the ask! Enjoy ❤️

Sam:

Given that the Farmer was found unconscious in the forest, Sam immediately thought that the reason for their behaviour was that they had been frightened by a wild bear or wolves. No wonder: you are lying defenceless and predators are walking around you, wanting to eat you. The young musician's guesses are far from the truth of what really happened to Farmer, but whatever happens, Sam will be there for his love, supporting them and comforting them.

Elliott:

Poor Elliott nearly had a stroke when he saw Farmer lying in a hospital bed at the Clinic. Taking them by the hand, the writer began to ask what had happened to his spouse, but was quickly silenced when he saw Farmer getting even worse. Elliott apologises for his panic and will do his best to make Farmer feel better. He still hopes that Farmer will be able to tell what happened in the future.

Shane:

Shane feels angry and wants to punch someone (or something) with his fist, which is the reason for Farmer's sadness and constant tension. He is even ready to fight with the whole world if he has to - no one dares to offend the people close to him and get away with it. But realising that Farmer's rage won't help him in any way, Shane tries to comfort them and calm them down. Even suggests they go to the therapist he went to himself after that event on the hill. Magic, not magic, he doesn't know shit about it. All he needs right now is to be there for Farmer and give them all the help and support they need.

Sebastian:

Sebastian can't calm down himself now. He knows that the Farmer fights monsters every day, which is the pure nightmare fuel of many people's lives, and the fact that his spouse met someone that even scared them.... However, Sebby is trying her best not to show his worries, because right now the Farmer needs someone to protect them. And he will be brave for them now, just as Farmer was brave for Sebastian and the other people they were protecting.

Alex:

Alex went into full protective mode, not letting anyone he deemed suspicious near Farmer. The young athlete thinks that some tourists have decided to attack and harm Farmer, as many people (including some unpleasant ones) have come to Stardew Valley, to admire the local town and relax. Unfortunately, Farmer can't tell the real reason, and that's what kills them the most - it's the inability to tell Alex what happened. However, gentle words and cuddles in bed are just what Farmer needs after the traumatic event.

Harvey:

Breathing exercises, sedation, elimination of junk food..... Harvey doesn't know what happened to the Farmer, but he certainly knows how to help them. Alas, in matters magical he will not help in any way, so does not even know of its existence. But Harvey will definitely do his best to help deal with his spouse's depressed mood. He promise to them, everything will be alright, doctor's word!

Magnus:

Magnus know very well about the silencing spell, as he knows this school of magic very well. And the fact that his spouse was acting like a frightened lamb after that strange event made him think about this possible option. Touching their hand, Magnus was scalded like fire, leaving no doubt. Magic. Dark, unfamiliar magic. The Farmer no longer needed to try to say anything, Rasmodius understood all at once. The wizard would assure his lover that he would definitely help them, no matter who cursed Farmer.

Lance:

Lance didn't feel magic as subtly as the same Rasmodius or Camilla, but he could feel the incomprehensible dark aura that wrapped around Farmer's neck like ropes. His one penetrating look into his consort's frightened eyes was enough for Lance to signal to some his fellow mages, including same Camilla and Magnus, that something out of the ordinary had happened. The gallant adventurer also remembered to kiss them on the forehead and envelope them in a tight hug, reassuring them and promising them that everything would be all right.

Victor:

Victor, seeing how the constant tension and depressive state is affecting his beloved spouse, he tries to find a therapist to help Farmer. Poor Victor cannot watch them suffer, so will offer his support and convinced them accept professional help. The sad irony is that Farmer can't tell anyone, no matter how hard they try. Still, they're glad Victor won't leave them alone.

Krobus:

Krobus doesn't realise what exactly happened to Farmer, but shadow person can feel them exuding alien magic and a restless aura after they returned from the clinic. Never, no matter what dangerous adventures they had been on, had the Krobus seen the Farmer so frightened. The fact that they wouldn't tell him anything tensed the shadow person even more. It's unlikely that Farmer would lie to him like this if they had always told Krobus everything about their adventures before. Something is wrong, and Krobus, worried about his friend, thinks that maybe Magnus or Marlon can help Farmer.

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley expanded #sve #sve lance #sdv wizard #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #sdv alex #sdv sam #sdv harvey #sdv elliott #sve magnus #sve victor #thanks for the ask! #sdv headcanons #sve headcanons #sdv krobus

[thelampisaflashlight]

Calm Me Down

[A little bonus ficlet about where Lamb went after their encounter with Rain. Feat. Copia and Special.] Below the cut.

"Ah, Agnello, I was wondering when you would be back." Copia smiles as Lamb shuffles through the door to his office, frowning when he sees the tear tracks running down their cheeks, "Oh, Angello... Come here, come to Papa."

He holds his hands out for the ghoul, who wanders over and climbs onto his lap without hesitation, making themself as small as possible, tail tucked round them protectively.

Copia rubs their back.

"Did you get frightened by something, little one, huh?" he asks, "Or maybe you're just tired, yes? A late night will do that to you..."

Lamb chirps in response.

"Is that it? You're tired?" Copia hums, "Or is it because you bit Rain earlier, huh?"

Lamb tenses, but Copia pats them gently.

"You're not in trouble, and I know Rain told you as much." he says, "The siblings were just worried about you, for you really... Can you tell me what happened? Why you bit him?"

"...Didn't know he was there." Lamb mumbles into Copia's lapel, squishing down even more into themself.

"Ahh..." the older man nods, "You were sleeping, it's only natural you didn't know."

"...Bad..." Lamb says, "Bad, bad, bad."

"Not bad." he assures them, "Why would you think..."

"...Dangerous." they whine, "Sleep."

Copia repeats the words Lamb has said and gives them a little squeeze, "It's different here."

"It's different here." he says, "No one will get hurt or go away because you went to sleep. No one will hurt you either..."

"Papa..."

"Yes?"

"The papa before..."

"Agnello..." Copia closes his eyes, "That was not your fault."

"Omega..."

"Knows you weren't involved. He never blamed you."

"Was asleep..." Lamb whimpers, "Shouldn't sleep... Scary..."

"It's alright." Copia shushes them, reaching into one of his desk drawers, shuffling through the junk crammed inside until he finds his phone...

"It's alright."

...and calls someone more suited to comforting the poor traumatized ghoul in his arms.

.

.

.

"You know, you call me to your office so little, people are starting to speculate that we might be the same person." Special teases, "I'm obviously more handsome, but I digress... Well, give."

He does grabby hands towards Lamb, who is still very much curled up in Papa's lap.

The man sighs and shifts slightly to allow Special to pick up the little ghoul, who whines at the loss of contact, but calms almost instantly when Special nuzzles the top of their head.

"...How bad is it?" the older ghoul asks, adjusting his hold on Lamb.

"Terzo." Papa supplies, and Special nods gravely.

"Very bad then." he says, pausing when Lamb whimpers, "Not you. You're not bad. You're in a bad state, but not bad."

"They bit Rain."

"Ooohhh~ Naughty." Special cackles, "Ehn, those band ghouls can take a couple nibbles now and then. They don't fight nearly enough."

"And you do?" Papa questions, raising an eyebrow, assessing the string bean of a ghoul standing before him.

"Why fight my battles for myself when I have Cowbell?" he quips, "I'm Work smarter not harder, yes? Anyway, I'll be taking this little sheep with me."

"Make sure they sleep!" Papa calls as Special kicks the door shut behind himself, "Satanas..."

Special hums and adjusts the ball of ghoul in his arms.

"Let's get you to bed, yeah?"

He presses a small kiss to the top of their head, making Lamb grumble.

"Ah-ah-ah, none of that!" Special scolds, "You're going to take a nap with Bells and I."

"Don't wanna... you guys stink."

"So do you, little sheep."

"Not napping with ghouls..."

"I'm sure you've heard it a million times, Baa-Baa, but you, too, are a ghoul, and you're really missing out on a lot of snuggle piles not letting yourself embrace it." Special pouts, then grins devilishly, "Maybe that's why you're so stubborn, you want to be snuggled by a special ghoul that isn't moi, hm~? Maybe a certain water ghoul who you can't seem to keep from-YEOUCH!"

#lamp writes #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #special ghoul #copia #papa emeritus iv #ghost band oc #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band fanfic #nameless ghoul oc

[cypriathus]

For those who stumble upon my account... Hello and how are ya? This is my very first time using Tumblr! You can refer to me as Banana Cat, Yume, Dreamy, Floof or JJ. I'm a genuinely curious individual who sometimes gets obsessed with stuff that I eventually want to get engaged with or stuff that I have no intention of trying out, but I'm very fascinated by it. I'm also just a silly, creative Canadian who's trying to get the most out of life.

My general pronouns are she/her, but I genuinely don't mind you referring to me as they/them and he/him. I will not specify my age publicly due to privacy reasons. If you want to know, just shoot me a DM/message.

Some of my hobbies include writing, drawing, listening to music, reading novels and manga, watching YouTube, occasionally watching movies, TV shows or anime, and baking once in a blue moon. For those wondering what kind of art I do, I've primarily been doing a lot of digital artwork as of now. However, I have been using traditional mediums (acrylic paint, markers, coloured pencils, and regular ol' pencils) for many years now. You can find most of my current artworks that I have shared on my Instagram account (@cypriathus). Before we move on with other stuff about me, some of my interests include psychology, sociology, criminology, law, biology, outer space, mythology, folklore, legends, religion, history, internet mysteries, and lost media.

I listen to a myriad of music artists including:

Muse

Evanescence

Set It Off

The Raven Age

My Chemical Romance

Citizen Soldier

Clarence Clarity

Fall Out Boy

Finger Eleven

Get Scared

Avenged Sevenfold

Infected Musroom and so much more

I have watched a lot of anime and there are still some I need to get around to watching eventually. Some of these anime include:

Cat Soup

Ergo Proxy

FLCL

Perfect Blue

Tokyo Godfathers

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Kaiba

Haibane Renmei

Outlaw Star

Now and Then, Here and There

Serial Experiments Lain

Summer Wars

Belle

Angel's Egg

Most Studio Ghibli movies

Cowboy Bebop

Metropolis

Steamboy

The Tatami Galaxy

Mind Game

Maquia: When the Promised Flower Blooms

Devilman Crybaby

Mononoke and so much more

Non-anine movies and TV shows that I remember watching:

Breaking Bad franchise

Seven

American History X

Coraline

ParaNorman

Mad God

Schindler's List

Final Space

Cliffhanger

Del Toro's Pinocchio

Tetsuo: The Iron Man

Possum

The Mask

The Wedding Singer

Labyrinth

The Dark Crystal

Midsommar

Hereditary

Scarface

Monty Python and the Holy Grail & Monty Python's Life of Brian

Silence of the Lambs

Popee the Performer

Mr. Stain on Junk Alley

And many more

Some manga and books that I have currently read are:

Homunculus

Chainsaw Man

AKIRA

The Girl from the Other Side: Siúil, a Rún

The Ancient Magus' Bride

Dandadan

Trigun and Trigun Maximum

Bibliomania

Heads

Goodbye, Eri

Look Back

Yogen no Nayuta

Eden: It’s An Endless World

Keyman: The Hand of Judgement

Shigahime

Rojica to Rakkasei

BLAME!

Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind

Animal Farm

The Green Mile

Salem's Lot

Lord of the Flies

The Catcher in the Rye

To Kill a Mockingbird

The Complete Tales of H. P. Lovecraft and more

Do not interact with me if you're one of the following:

Pedophile

Anti-LGBTQ+

Racist

Sexist/misogynistic

Ageist

Ableist

Someone who invalidates a person's pronouns, gender, and/or identity

Someone who supports, participates, tolerates, and/or justifies any of the above.

That's most of the stuff you need to know about me as of now. Anyways, as I mentioned in the description, I plan on using this blog as a way to share various ideas in regards to my own little multiverse. I'm open to listening to your ideas, sharing new ideas, and even constructive criticism! I hope you enjoy your stay here and I can't wait to share my ideas with y'all!

I have a side blog where I roleplay, make moodboards, and post stuff that ain't related to my work: @floofgryph

Links:

Writing request rules

Story plots and major worldbuilding

Main protagonists

Deities

Infernal beings (TBA)

Angels (TBA)

#hello online people! #i'm a silly lil' newcomer #big ass introduction LOL #looking for moots #i want mutuals #wanna hang out #mutuals #amatuer writer #amatuer art #creative writing #set it off #evanescence #the raven age #citizen soldier #100 gecs #florence and the machine #fall out boy #finger eleven #get scared #infected mushroom #ergo proxy #neon genesis evangelion #flcl #tokyo godfathers #kaiba #akira manga #trigun manga #hp lovecraft #serial experiments lain #stephen king

[detectivemaker]

Angsty mind control story, or Crowley snake's tattoo takes matters into its own,  non-existent hands

I really am surprised by the lack of  mind control stories in the good Omens  fandom, give me more specific Crowley doing some mind f****** on our favorite chunky angel, so I've decided to write this story

It's day 88 of operation make heaven nice again, and Aziraphale is bored out of his mind

The only real success he's had so far is implementing walls for privacy, but other than that Heavens the same old s*** bureaucracy it always has been, he knows it now it's never been nice, maybe during the time before the great fall,  but the only demon he's acquainted enough with to try  getting back into heaven is absolutely against it

He  let's out a sigh and face plants into his desk  tears prick at his eyes and soon he silently sobs into his paperwork," oh Crowley, I'm such a fool"  he whispers

*if you were here now, I'd go anywhere you take me* he thinks to himself  but before he can start on another set of whimpering cries he feels something wrap around the essence of his true form, the slight feel of scales upon Halo sends him sitting up with a gasp

"w- what" he  stutters out then it's out a grunt when the scales tighten in a loop, to get deep breath he Miracles into existence is Halo and a mirror

His eyes  widen in Surprise when he sees the  ink colored snake rapping gingerly around his Halo,  raising a hand he presses it into the surprisingly scaly flesh of the pitch black serpent

" Crowley?" questions, but no this isn't Crowley, but part of him yes, but not the real him

This sad realization only affects him for a moment before it's cleansed from his mind like water cleanses dirt,   panics at the sun realization that he's no longer feeling sad,   he grasps at his Halo but before he can try to wrench the snake from it a voice rings in his head like Unholy church bells

" don't struggle little angel,  my master misses you greatly,  I'm just here to bring you back home,  now be a good little lamb and let me lead you" the voice that sounds so much like Crowley's since his hands to his lap and a dizzy smile begins to etch itself on his lips

yes that's right, he's been such a foolish lamb,   he has Mosey far from home, but this lovely serpent knows the way back, so he rises to his feet and his leg like the good little sheep he is

,,,

Crowley had been drinking himself blind for exactly 88 days, but still he is capable to see and he sees he is without an angel,   the salty tears spilling into his cup of whiskey make it taste bitter

" emm, Mr Crowle"  Muriel says interrupting the demon's second hour of day drinking this morning, the demons shaded eyes bore into her celestial form but a quickly directed to the person next to her

"an-Aziraphale, what are you... What are you wearing?"  he says slipping down his sunglasses to get a better look at the ugly dressed angel

" don't you like it, I put it on for you" the angel says voice dreamy and eyes hazy,  the angel Santos over and the Bells on his neck jingles as his sheep like tail wags in excitement as he presses a kiss and his lingerie junk on to the demon 

" angel!" Crowley sputters out  he's just about to hesitantly kiss the angel back when a chuckling hiss catches his ear

He looks up to see his tattoo wrapped Vine like around Aziraphale's Halo  and he Sighs in annoyance

"Get off him and get back on here" he orders and snakes slithers from  it's holy perch back to its usual place on the side of his head, the angel blinks and his eyes come back into Focus

" I really am sorry for that, you"  he pauses pushing up his sunglasses to Shield the tears from the Angels vision before continuing," you can go if you want"

" well" a pause from the angel it's only then that Crowley realizes his hands are stained with liquid gold," I don't think heaven would invite me back in after what I did"

"did you?" Crowley asks a mixture of amusement and horror lining his tone he lets out a laugh when Aziraphale  nods sheepishly

" God you're wonderful angel" his   Chuckles pulling the blonde into a hug and sighing into the man's neck as he returns it

" it's good to have you back"

" it's good to be back"

The end

#good omens #ineffable husbands #mind control #ligerie #crowley #aziraphale #muriel #crowley's snake tattoo

[bigstupid69]

please tell us more about the cryptid au I'm so intrigued

Of course!! Putting this below a cut since I tend to ramble.

Penny Lamb and Jane Doe are completely different entities in this au. Penny is deceased and the creature that she was slain by has mimicked aspects of Penny's. Most of the time her voice though it can manifest into a much more human appearing apparition.

As for the creature's appearance, it is tall, boney and uncanny, the doll ringlet curls it wears are not part of its body. It more so claimed the wig as some sort of morbid award. It's much more animalistic so it would be akin to a bird of some sort grabbing some junk for it's nest.

Jane Doe has only gained the name as the creature was first misidentified as simply just a corpse by local forest rangers. Of course it was just dormant in some way, but it's appearance without further inspection can be compared to a distorted human body.

Jane frequently torments Ezra, he knows there was something bigger that happened to Penny in the woods that night. Police write it off as a case of a kid being a kid. He's completely fully aware of the creature's existence, as at points he is a main target, the cryptids I based Jane off of are noted to have a keen memory, and treat the hunt as a game. Desperately trying to lure their victim in until the victim ultimately passes away from either the creature's doing, or unrelated causes.

The creature's common tactics in haunting Ezra is mimicking, Ezra will often hear the screams of his sister in the distance, despite it never being her. He's learned its rules by now, not wanting to give it any attention as it feeds off of acknowledgement.

Tammy is the other person greatly affected by Penny's death. As they were dating before everything went to hell, however the creature isn't after her. She doesn't open up about their relationship to anyone or Penny's existence most of the time. She is unfortunately still a victim of hauntings, as Penny's soul is not at rest. She visits her grave often and leaves flowers in hopes to ease Penny's restless soul. Tammy cannot interact with Penny, however is aware of her presence. Penny isn't very active, but at the late hours of the night Tammy swears she can see the silhouette of Penny in her room.

As for the choir, most of them do not know Penny as this was before she joined the choir. They are aware of her existence, but the only two people who ever really interacted with her (and remembered, Ocean is a bitch) were Constance and Ricky.

I'm not going to give away much details of how the choir ends up in the predicament where Jane starts to target her hunting on them, since I rather have it be revealed on its own. To put it simply, they shouldn't of gone into those woods.

#ride the cyclone #jane doe ride the cyclone #legoland penny lamb #ezra lamb #tammy edwards #cd player #freaky monster au

[donnerpartyofone]

In my ongoing research into the Black Madonna phenomenon, which has become my own personal version of THE DAVINCI CODE (which is to say it is full of my own fantasies), I have been back to St. Mary Star of the Sea a couple of times now. I'm not done sneaking pictures of the amazing art and architecture in there, which I can only do if I come early for mass, but the mass is still fun and interesting to me (and it is my privilege to enjoy it since I didn't grow up with religion so I don't have any baggage I didn't create for myself). Their resident pastor died recently, so there is still a revolving cast of people coming through. Yesterday's guy spoke about patience even with people who drive you nuts, opening with the remark that if you try to swat a troublesome fly, you might just wind up slapping yourself in the face. That was pretty good. Today was Thursday, meaning we got to see the elegant and very entertaining Black priest who everyone is totally in love with; I swear it's like the classroom scene in RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK with all the retirees when he's there. He's really focused on happiness and how we tend to resist it, even though that seems paradoxical. He started going, "Call that friend you've been saying you're gonna call! That drawer full of junk in your kitchen? Dump it out already! And iron your clothes. Sure it says Do Not Iron--you KNOW that's not true! Do it anyway!" I was cracking up because I actually did iron my clothes this morning; even though I didn't absolutely have to, I just knew it was going to make me feel better. That guy had my number. I also noticed that he uses a lot of feminine pronouns, ala "Listen to your doctor, she's trying to help you," etc. It could be an affectation, but I don't think that's the whole story, it just sounds like he really has a lot of women in his life and he's used to talking to and about them.

Anyway, I finally got some shots of a few of the incredible murals on the rail up front. I'm missing two, one of which is in bad shape; I wish I could donate in a way that specifically went to church maintenance, and not anything I wouldn't want to support. It dawned on me that I should look at the church website, and it says the murals are by an artist called Colombani--who apparently included his dog in one of the stations of the cross! Now I have to go hunt that one down.

I also snapped my favorite parts of all the stained glass windows, which are these:

First of all, look at these gorgeous palm fronds, I can't get enough of them. This makes me want to start drawing again:

Secondly, look at all the different faces on the lambs. Sorry the image is a little distorted, obviously I can't get right in front of the window--but what character! This is some fine cartooning right here:

I learned that the windows come from an internationally renowned atelier called Franz Mayer & Co. of Munich, and they're from 1897. They're transitioning more to contemporary art and architecture now, there was a big piece on them in the New York Times a couple years ago. These old ones are good enough for me, for now.

#star of the sea

[ambalambs]

I just saved a hummingbird ;3; little guy was trapped in my garage and was all tuckered out. But then he was stubborn and didn't wanna leave the warmth of my hands and go flying in the rain lol

#wierd how that happened when i kinda needed it #ive had to do that before but its still always neat to get to hold them until they can recover #took a pic but im in my pjs and look fugly lol #lambs personal junk

[containatrocity]

THE LAMB: WREN ROMERO

I've seen this episode before! Deja vu's so hard to ignore. Promise it'll only play once more, everything is a rerun. I wonder if I try again, Can I change how the story ends? Warning signs like a smoking gun Everything is a rerun ! ! !

"Wren Romero. Not Wrenny, not Wubby, not Baby Bird- Wren. I'm 19 years old, and I've never been anywhere but Huntsville, which is really, really sad when I say it out loud, right? I never had the chance to 'dream big' or whatever, on account that the paradox happened when I was literally seven. I would have liked to be an actress or fashion designer- or maybe a reporter or journalist! but as it stands, I'm a Food Market Cashier and Junior Ranger between attending to my family's orchard. I'm the daughter of Mallard Romero and that's made getting anybody to date me pretty complicated, as most boys 're pretty keen on not pissin' off my daddy. I don't care what the commune does, so long as they don't mess with our way of life here in town too much, and I guess if I have to admit to a flaw, it's that I've never lived a life of my own, I've simply tried to live up to my family's reputation."

Name: Wren LeAnne Romero

Aliases: Wrenny, Wubby, Baby Bird (all to Duck, likely her uncles as well), Lowercase R (to Rusty, and the other station rangers), Little Red (Absinthe and likely other townsfolk)

Age: 19 (November 21st)

Sexuality/Gender: Questioning, Cis Woman (She/Her)

Personality: Already regarded as a smart, capable young woman for a number of years, Wren is responsible, no-nonsense, and brave, precocious in her youth but quickly growing into her own, she's every bit the survivalist as her father and uncles, without the lingering trauma tied to being forced to learn it for 'no good reason'. Skilled, and more level-headed than most of her family line, she's still a teenage girl, beneath it all, and as such, longs for some kind of adventure that won't kill her- romance that doesn't fizzle out when she's a little odd, or her father catches wind of her interest in a boy who isn't 'worthy' of her time and attention. She barely remembers the taste of junk food, and justifies much of her taste in crushes by the fact that they're the junk food of people- something sweet and bad for her that distracts her from the way she's never lived a life beyond Huntsville- only seven years old when the paradox changed everything. She's sweet all her own, bright and kind with a want to help others and see them prosper despite the life they've found themselves trapped in, and carries the weight of her family's expectations close to home- tight enough they cut her palms and bleed.

Occupation: Cashier at Food Market, Farmhand at Romero Orchard, makes and sells jewelry from scavenged bits and bobs, serves as a Junior Ranger and a Scout Head for her little brother's scouting troupe with the ranger station.

Affiliations: The Romero Family.

Scent Profile: Dirt and natural sugar, fruit and honey. The copper bite of blood from chewed-short fingernails and stripped-clean animals. Natural cleaners, gunpowder and cigarette smoke from the years her father smoked. Like wax and wood polish, the chemicals used in processing animals for food- for leather. She wants nothing more than to smell like a normal girl- nature clings to her every pore anyway.

Aesthetic: your father's military jacket and a name you share on the pocket. It's too big, like the shoes you're supposed to grow into- the weight's ever looming- hangs heavy over your head. Well worn wood and gentle hands rough with the way he was forced to live, deep breath, it'll pass soon- deep breath, squeeze the trigger. Floral like a rose, sweet like a cherry- sour with a hard center that you were never allowed to soften- sharp like thorns, because nobody will take care of them if you don't. Sins of the mother became sins of the father became sins of the daughter, the loop doesn't break unless you try to break free. He made you a marquee with your name when you were six. He still apologizes that you never got famous when the liquor finds him wrong.

Maybe I'm being melodramatic- Shouldn't somebody take my place!? Before I ruin the plot with my panic, Can we take a commercial break? Wrote the script but I'm bad at acting- Same lines on a different page, Cut the lights, get me off the stage! Running out of overused cliches....

CHAPTER ONE: LIFE IN HUNTSVILLE POST PARADOX

Wren's history in Huntsville is short but already storied, and she's a well-known young community member- while she can be stubborn much like her father, with a quick wit, sharp tongue, and a willingness to let stupid people know when they're stupid- there's a gentleness to her that's decidedly her mother's- the woman who raised her as her own still more than present within her approach to the town on the whole. She's pleasant and kind, a bright spot for most people even if it's just cashing out at the register. She hunts and picks up the slack on days her father's leg acts up- or his alcoholism rears its head and drags him into the depths. She's a fiercely loyal cousin, sister, niece, and grandaughter, and it's on the merit that she hasn't heard most people talking ill of her family that makes people speaking ill of the Romeros capable of escaping her wrath. She's a creative at her core, making jewelry and trying new recipes in the kitchen at home, she regularly makes extras of everything, to share, sell, or simply keep on hand, when she needs a treat.

She's largely accepted her position as her brother's keeper while Duck oversees the entirety of the town's game and supports the rangers in an unofficial capacity- having capably worked out how to handle even the most 'Robin' days her brother provides. her hair cut short in an incident where he got into the house paint, she's started covering her head with hats, bandanas, and hoodies, her inevitable dad haircut prominently dinging her self esteem- the long ginger hair her most prevalent connection to Ophelia and the feature she kept around to feel more 'girly' as the rest of her appearance has for some time been rather 'function over fashion' with hunting garb and the ever-present fatigues jacket bearing her father's last name and rank in the marines. Despite the recent spate of murders, she's remained largely fearless- she walks softly, and carries a shotgun- and she knows more than well how to use it, if things go belly-up.

#w.threads #w.bio #w.musings #w.headcanons #w.aesthetic #w.music #huntsvilleintro #Young Gun;

[sotisha]

Ostara Blessings to all. Today is the Spring Equinox when night and day are both at equal length. If you go out late afternoon you might just catch the rising Moon in the sky at exactly the same time the Sun is about to set. Early in the next morning you can also see the Moon in daylight just as the Sun is rising. In between these two events is a period of complete balance between day and night, Sun and Moon, male and female, light and dark, God and Goddess.

This is a special point of balance, on this day light and dark are equal, but the light is now surpassing the dark as days will grow longer and nights shorter, warmth is taking over cold, life is taking over death, today we truly say goodbye to winter.

This is a time of major transformation for the earth. The great wheel has turned as we pass into a new season. We notice new buds forming on branches, the birds will start returning and animals will come out of hibernation, flowers will start to shoot up and fields and grass will become lush and green.

The young horned God is growing stronger and the Goddess is in her maiden form. The young Sun God takes notice of the Maiden Goddess and the stirrings within them seem to be felt in all living creatures. All the world seems renewed, refreshed and bursting with possibilities

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Ostara is an Anglo Saxon and Celtic fertility festival worshipping the Goddess Ostara or Eostre as she is also known. Eggs and rabbits are her fertility symbols. The egg resembles new life and birth and the rabbit signifies fertility.

The Horned Sun God also known as The Oak King or the Lord of Light, the Gods Pan, Cernunnos and the Sun Gods such as Sol, Apollo, Attis, Ra and Horus are also worshipped on this day.

Eostre is the Saxon version of the Goddess Ostara. Her feast day was held on the first Full Moon following the Spring equinox. this is the identical time as the Christian Easter when Jesus was said to be resurrected from death, they adopted this day for Jesus resurrection when they were converting Pagans into Christians. The Sun God Attis who was born via a virgin birth is resurrected each year during the time on the Spring Equinox. The Goddesses Ishtar and Persephone were also both resurrected from death on Ostara.

Ostara is a time of newness and rebirth, it is a time to clean up and clear out all our old junk, this is where we get the term spring clean from. But it isn't just clearing out our homes it is also clearing out the junk and negative energy that we carry around with us. Let the new energies of the Sun and the Spring rejuvenate us. Welcome in the new, breath new life into you and look to the future with hope and optimism.

On your alter add anything to represent and to honor the season such as budding flowers like crocuses, daffodils, lilies, daisies, acorns and seeds. Ostara is a time of balance between light and dark, so symbols of this polarity can be used. Use a God and Goddess statue, a white candle and a black one, a sun and moon etc.. This is the time of year when animals are bringing forth new life too so put a basket of eggs on your altar, it is customary and fun to paint them bright colours before adding them, add figures or pictures of new lambs, chicks, rabbits, calves etc. Add a chalice of milk or honey, milk represents the lactating animals who have just given birth and honey is long known as a symbol of abundance and ever lasting life as honey never spoils or goes off, also bees will start to come out now, offer these as a libation to the God and Goddess..

The Spring Equinox is a time of balance of both light and dark, it is a time to look within ourselves and balance our thoughts and emotions and to find balance in our lives. To embrace our dark and our light equally as one cannot exist without the other. This is a time to stop, relax and enjoy our personal achievements, whether they be from toiling in our gardens, working at our jobs, raising our families, or just coping with the hustle and bustle of everyday life. What we put into life we will get out, what we plant now can grow into something amazing.

May your Ostara be memorable and your hearts and spirits be filled to overflowing.

#Ostara #spring equinox #first day of spring #spring #eostre #Easter

[catboymccartney]

ok uhhh the dio + jotaro playlists r "done" [have enough songs for me to be satisfied to post them LOL. more songs to be add ofc] i'm gonna list the polnareff playlist i have too since i never did that <3 all my playlists are songs that define them but i also try to go for what they'd listen to as well :-]!!

DIO - 25 songs

Confetti - Cold Cave

The Man Who Sailed Around His Soul - XTC

How Soon Is Now? - The Smiths

Seconds - The Human League

Cities In Dust - Siouxsie and the Banshees

Dreams Never End - New Order

Love Like Blood - Killing Joke

Seattle - Public Imagine Ltd.

Personal Jesus - Depeche Mode

All We Ever Wanted Was Everything - Bauhaus

Happy - Red Lorry Yellow Lorry

My Possession - Ministry

Tasting Static - Panther Modern

Smells Blood - Kensuke Ushio

Exces de Vitesse - Marie Davidson

Bela Lugosi's Dead - Bauhaus

Wax And Wane - Cocteau Twins

Lucretia My Reflection - Sisters Of Mercy

It's A Sin - Petshop Boys

Master And Servant - Depeche Mode

Seedy Films - Soft Cell

Liebe Auf Den Ersten Blick - DAF

This Night Has Opened My Eyes - The Smiths

The Passion of Lovers - Bauhaus

Transmission - Joy Division

JOTARO - 32 songs

We All Stand - New Order

Don't Fall - The Chameleons

Eighties - Killing Joke

Imagination - Sad Lovers & Giants

Sub-culture - New Order

Mad World - Tears For Fears

Dazzle - Siouxsie and the Banshees

Second Skin - The Chameleons

Black Celebration - Depeche Mode

Decades - Joy Division

Leave Me Alone - New Order

Dead Souls - Joy Division

A Means to an End - Joy Division

Shadowplay - Joy Division

Lazy Calm - Cocteau Twins

One Way Or Another - Blondie

Creep - Radiohead

Geography I - Front 242

Life Goes On - The Damned

Run Away [The Escape Song] - Oingo Boingo

But Not Tonight - Depeche Mode

Blanket Song - Kikagaku Moyo

Dear Prudence - Siouxsie and the Banshees

The Damned - Plasmatics

Dead Man's Party - Oingo Boingo

Just Another Day - Oingo Boingo

Disorder - Joy Division

Assimilate - Skinny Puppy

Our Lady - Executive Slacks

Anywhere Out of the World - Dead Can Dance

POLNAREFF - 56 songs

Little Lamb Dragonfly - Wings

She Wolf - Shakira [joke]

Hips Don't Lie - Shakira [joke]

Part Of Me - Katy Perry [joke]

Iris's Song [Version Two] - Vashti Bunyan

She Wants Me [To Be Loved] - The Happy Fits

Michelle - The Beatles

Walk Like an Egyptian - The Bangles

Dancing Queen - ABBA

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! [A Man After Midnight] - ABBA

You Gave Me The Answer - Wings

Hold Me Tight - The Beatles

When I'm Sixty Four - The Beatles

Coming Up - Paul McCartney

We're Off You Know - Klaatu

Take A Chance On Me - ABBA

Honey, Honey - ABBA

Walking on Sunshine - Katrina & The Waves

Aujourd'hui c'est les vacances - Petit Fantome

Pour que tu m'aimes encore - Les soeurs Bouley

With A Little Help From My Friends - The Beatles

Funky Town - Lipps Inc.

Don't Go Breaking My Heart - Elton John & Kiki Dee

Come On Eileen - Dexys Midnight Runners

Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da - The Beatles

Crocodile Rock - Elton John

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go - Wham!

Good Day Sunshine - The Beatles

La vie en rose - Louis Armstrong

Fernando - ABBA

9 to 5 - Dolly Parton

You Spin Me Round [Like A Record] - Dead Or Alive

I'm Coming Out - Diana Ross

Junk - Paul McCartney

Careless Whisper - George Michael

[Just Like] Starting Over - John Lennon

Listen To What The Man Said - Wings

In The Summertime - Mungo Jerry

It Only Takes A Moment - Michael Crawford

Somebody Made For Me - Emitt Rhodes

My Way - Frank Sinatra

Promises I've Made - Emitt Rhodes

Someplace Else - George Harrison

Heaven Is A Place On Earth - Belinda Carlisle

Love Me, Please Love Me - Michel Polnareff

Sous quelle etoile suis-je ne? - Michel Polnareff

Last Christmas - Wham!

Beautiful Night - Paul McCartney

The Winner Takes It All - ABBA

I've Just Seen A Face - The Beatles

Believe - Cher

I'll Be Back Up on My Feet - The Monkees

I Get Around - The Beach Boys

Felicita, ta ta - Raffaella Carra

Who Feelin' It - Tom Tom Club

#jotaro kujo #dio brando #jean pierre polnareff #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #catboymccartney #rambling from a cool person

[fairymint]

do they have a proper meals everyday, or do they tend to skip or get just a snack for lunch/dinner?

are they a home-cooking kind of person, or do they rather get takeouts?

IRL I tend to eat towards my activity level- I eat less meals when working, though they are bigger, and I always eat during breaks...meanwhile have only snacked on some chill days. I think Felix as a muse eats more often due to ease and exposure to food- I don't think he skips proper meals.

Though he often doesn't have the energy to cook himself, so takeout or frozen is gonna be the option- usually healthy stuff. But he does have the knowhow and appreciation- by default, I see him ending up with a person who either can already cook, or would naturally (as in without being told/asked) learn for him and them both.

Inversely, I think Felix attracts the attention of those who like to cook dotingly- it's something they can do for him, outshine him in, make him rest. So several of my muses can cook, or it's a primary skill of theirs since they're so domestic.

I think Brookie is limited in her cooking, however- she'd primarily cook for kids and doesn't seem the type to care beyond that- She's on the go and gets takeout instead, spoiled by the city setting, so to speak.

Felix's cult of the lamb verse is completely different, however;

everything is home-cooked due to the non modern, post apocalyptic setting. Felix cooks for the whole cult at first, and isn't even allowed to eat from the Kitchen which automates.

Typically he doesn't need to eat as an immortal god anyways- is able to have a meal for a temporary heart boost. This depends though- hunger and sleep are something you can toggle for a new file.

even by this game's standards of everything being technically home-cooked, the lamb can't eat junk food properly. Grassy gruel and meals made from follower meat and/or poop make him immediately puke, which narrows things down to fresh fruits, vegetables, fish, and meat.

This is however played with metaphorically and narratively- A giant spider NPC that sells followers says "don't eat them all at once!" and other ones routinely call the lamb a predator, encourage predatory behaviour, etc. A few sacrifices are required to either progress or for completion. Without the cult he would die, and the cultists produce higher quality resources and upgrades when leveled up- they are being "farmed" in a sense, for the good of the lamb and cult overall. You're somewhat forced to consider what's good for the long run. For the short run too, if you need to eat. (dipping into the food supply first, murdering for meat when the farms are still growing, etc.) So, doing good things for selfish reasons, and bad things for selfless ones is a thing. You've gotta either give them a good life, or at least shelter more of them

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Nutrition Recommended For Women In Their 20’s, 30’s, 40’s, And 60’s Onwards

A woman's diet must evolve as she ages. Prioritizing one’s own nutrition is critical to caring for their family if they are or want to be a mother. If you're past childbearing age, it's critical to properly fuel your body so that you can be happy and healthy for years to come.

A healthy eating regime is based on a well-balanced diet. Women, like men, should eat a variety of healthy foods from all food groups, such as whole grains, fruits and vegetables, healthy fats, low-fat or fat-free dairy, and lean protein. On the other hand, women have unique nutrient requirements that change throughout their lives. Whether they are in their reproductive years or starting to show signs of menopause, women have certain nutritional demands.

Due to the numerous physiological changes that occur as women age, their nutritional needs also alter. The ideal diet for a woman in her 20s will be different from the ideal diet for a woman in her 40s. This is because the body experiences several hormonal changes as the years go by, necessitating the maintenance of a healthy diet in order to obtain all the nutrients. Visit a top nutrition and dietetics hospital in Bangalore offers consultation on nutrition for women.

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Nutrition Recommended for Women in the 20’s

To meet the increasing demand for their active bodies and minds, young women in their 20s need to consume a diet that is adequately balanced. Healthy eating can be a little difficult, though, due to the busy schedule and greater focus placed on other vital things like work, school, and friendships.

It's convenient to eat out and save some time, but doing so raises your risk of weight gain and a host of other health problems in the long run. Furthermore, unhealthful eating patterns might make you sluggish and tired, which can prevent you from realising your dreams. Therefore, following a healthy diet that contains all the macronutrients and micronutrients is advised.

Some tips for maintaining a healthy body in the 20s include:

Intake of all the macronutrients

The three macronutrients that the body needs in the most critical amounts are protein, fat, and carbohydrates. All three of these nutrients must be present in the right amounts in a balanced diet. One should consume high-calorie foods like legumes (beans, peas), lean meat, nuts and seeds, whole fruits, seafood, soy products, unsaturated fats, etc. since young bodies need more energy to execute strenuous activity. One should also consume a lot of whole grains, low-fat dairy products, and green vegetables.

Intake of important micronutrients

Micronutrients, including vitamins and minerals, are essential for healthy body development. Due to the continued rise in bone density in their 20s, young women need more calcium.  Additionally, if women have regular heavy periods or are expecting a child, they should incorporate iron into their diet. To prevent anaemia, include foods high in iron in your diet, such as red meat (lamb), milk, poultry, fish, spinach, beans, lentils, and fortified bread and cereals. The list of essential vitamins and minerals, as well as the recommended daily consumption and food sources, are shown in the table below.

Along with obtaining essential nutrients, women in their 20s should adopt healthy eating behaviours, including not skipping breakfast, limiting their intake of junk food, drinking less alcohol, quitting smoking, and other such behaviours.

Nutrition Recommended for Women in the 30’s

Turning 30 also brings numerous hormonal and physical changes, in addition to more personal, financial, and professional responsibilities (physically and psychologically). To control your weight and enhance your general health, it becomes crucial to consume a balanced, healthy diet rich in nutrients and to exercise regularly. Some of the essential of Read More.

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