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Places to visit in and around Igatpuri during monsoon

Introduction

Igatpuri is a place which is blessed with natural beauty all around. While the best time to visit this place is during the winters, monsoon offers its own charm. The lush greenery, the sound of rain and the misty air make it a perfect getaway from the scorching heat of the summers.

If you’re planning to visit Igatpuri during monsoon, here are some places you must check out.

Darna River Valley

The Darna River Valley is a gorgeous place to visit during monsoon. The misty hills and rushing river make for a picturesque setting.

There are a few hiking trails that wind through the valley, and it’s a great place to go for a nature walk. You can also rent a kayak or canoe and paddle down the river.

If you’re looking for something a little more adventurous, you can go zip lining or white water rafting. The views are amazing, and it’s a great way to get your adrenaline fix.

Tringalwadi Fort

Of all the places to visit in Igatpuri, Tringalwadi Fort is one of the most popular. It’s a great spot for nature lovers, since it’s set in the midst of the Sahyadri Hills.

The fort was built by the Adil Shahi dynasty back in the 16th century, and it’s a reminder of their power and influence. Today, it’s a popular tourist spot, thanks to its stunning views of the valley below.

If you’re visiting Igatpuri during monsoon, make sure you add Tringalwadi Fort to your list of places to see.

Camel Valley

If you’re looking for a place to escape the monsoon, Camel Valley is a great option. It’s about an hour away from Igatpuri, and it’s one of the most beautiful spots in the area.

There’s something about the misty atmosphere and the sound of the rain that just makes it so serene. And if you’re lucky, you might even catch a glimpse of the elusive leopard.

So if you’re looking for a place to relax and take in the natural beauty of Maharashtra, Camel Valley is definitely worth checking out.

Ghatandevi Temple

If you’re looking for a place to visit in Igatpuri during the monsoon, Ghatandevi Temple is a great option. It’s a beautiful temple located on a hilltop, and it offers stunning views of the surrounding area.

The temple is dedicated to Ghatandevi, the goddess of wisdom. It’s a popular spot for locals and tourists alike, so you’re sure to find plenty of people there. The temple is open from sunrise to sunset, and it’s free to visit.

Konkan Kada

Konkan Kada is a popular tourist destination near Igatpuri. It’s known for its dramatic cliffs that drop into the Arabian Sea.

The views are absolutely stunning, and it’s a great place to go for a walk or to have a picnic. In fact, Konkan Kada is such a popular spot that it can get pretty crowded during the summer months.

But if you’re looking for some peace and quiet, come during the monsoon season when the crowds have thinned out. The rain and mist make the surroundings even more beautiful, and it’s definitely the best time to go if you want to take photos.

Conclusion

Igatpuri is blessed with beautiful surroundings and hills all around. There are plenty of places to visit in and around Igatpuri during the monsoon season. These places are not only beautiful but offer some respite from the rains.

Some of the places you can visit are the Wilson Dam, the Trimbakeshwar Temple, the Bhandardara Dam, and the Arthur Lake. If you’re looking for a place to stay, there are plenty of resorts near Igatpuri that offer great deals during the monsoon season.

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[bitchimasnake-sss]

tryin' his best ft. roronoa zoro!

i am once again thinking about zoro as a clueless boyfriend, completely new to the dating scene. no imagine, just imagine with me 😳😳

[modern au; zoro is a martial artist]

dont talk to me, im too busy thinking about the roronoa zoro as a confused husband boyfriend🤭 like can you imagine? the greatest martial artist of all time, the beast, the demon, the lord of the underworld. and yet, when you say, "i'm so tired, babe", he stands in all his 5'11 ft glory and goes blank. blank.

roronoa zoro was the sweetest man alive but holy fucking shit he was such an idiot clueless. for the past few days or so, the man had witnessed first hand how tired you were. your eyes were puffy, face dull and spirit broken. all those meetings at work; the relentless late-night calls, stay-backs and what nots had left you a mere husk of the woman you usually were. and so, he had decided to try his best to make sure his failing actions could comfort you when his words couldn't. and that started the chronicles of roronoa zoro's day of fuck-ups.

💚 zoro can't cook for shit. he knows that, you know that and your neighbour sanji (who is a chef by profession) knows that too. and yet one of these mornings, while the dew still clung helplessly onto the green leaves, he had gotten up and slipped into the kitchen. his plan was to surprise you with some breakfast. nothing too extravagant, maybe some easy mix pancakes? but all those plans came burning down when you were awoken with a shrill crash. hair knotted, face puffy, shirt slipping off of your shoulders and the first thing you see in the morning is zoro standing with flour on his chest and on the floor. and there lay an upside down steel bowl on the floor at the edge of his feet. "zoro?" you mumbled sleepily, assessing the damage, "what are you even upto? it's seven on a sunday." "yn- uh, you go back to sleep-i'll deal with this mess." if he was trying to appear nonchalant, he was failing. his eyes were blown out, forehead creased, lips pursed as if he had committed the worst atrocity mankind had witnessed. in a way, he had. he knew it was a sunday. he also knew it was your only day off so you should have been sleeping in instead of picking after his dumbass in the kitchen. "zoro?" you asked again but he refused to say anything more. when you gave him a look of steel, the moss-head carefully avoided your gaze before sheepishly admitting, "sorry. i was trying to figure out how to make you some pancakes." your gaze softened, "were you? that's so sweet of you, zo." you walked towards him, careful as to not step on the mess. your casual touched dusted off the flour from his navy shirt that had he slept in. once you were satisfied with the state of the shirt, you had resorted to an honest smile, "come on, let's clean this up first, yeah?" "but you should sleep-" "babe- with all due respect- if i leave you to clean this, i think you will set the kitchen on fire"

💚 on his next attempt to cheer you up in the afternoon, he planned on giving you a massage. you both had been dating a good few months and he had certainly touched you in more ways than just hand-holding but... this was new. he had never really done this for anyone before and so, what if you hated it or he did it wrong? but the man had put all his wayward thoughts aside. maybe his hands could knead away the stress from your aching muscles where his words failed to comfort you? and so, the bed dipped next to you as he came and sat down. you were lying on your stomach, scrolling on your phone. his fingers lightly skimmed your back and you jolted involuntarily at the intrusive touch. looking back, you muttered, "zoro? baby?" "just um, try to relax okay?" his palm flattened against your back. he applied some force, moving his hands up and down against your tank top, kneading the flesh underneath. you seemed to melt under his earnest touches, allowing your muscles to go slack under him. dropping your phone on the bed, you carefully had tucked your head under your arms and then, you yelped, "zoRO-" "yeah?!" he stopped all movements, panicked at your sudden reaction. "it hurt." you gave him a pained look before sighing, "you put too much force, babe." "did i? sorry" he chewed on the inside of his cheek, "sorry, really. do you want me to try again?" you gave him a kind smile before tucking your head back in under your arms and stuffing your face against the pillow. "it's okay, i am just gonna lay down for a while okay?"

💚 as truly a last resort, he called up nami and told her his problem (all grumbling and shit). after the red-head had laughed for five minutes at the martial artist's inculpabilities, she finally decided to help. she pondered for a second, staring at the screen intensely before saying "i dunno? me and vivi usually get like our favourite take out and just re-watch a comfort movie. it's pretty cozy and an easy way to deal with the general stress of life, you know?" "should i do that?" zoro mumbled, resting his head against the headrest of his car. he sighed, "did she tell you anything else if it's been bothering her? other than work i mean?" "she didn't say it out loud but having you as a boyfriend must be a pain in the ass anyways." "has anyone told you you're a royal bitch?" the words were harsh but his lips were pressed into a easy smile. "hah, yeah they have. but anyways, aren't you her boyfriend?" nami snapped back although she sported a smile of her own, "shouldn't you know what you should be doing to cheer her up? honestly she doesn't deserve an idiot like you." "hey, i've had a rough day okay? lay off of me." zoro bit back. "fine, whatever. just surprise her. i am sure she'd like it."

💚 and so, roronoa zoro's final mission had begun. he had picked up your favourite food from the chinese restaurant that you always ordered from. he had picked up a huge bouquet of flowers. and he had picked up a chocolate cake as desert. on the ride back home, he had even thought about what movie you both would watch. yes. yes. there's no way he could fuck it up now. he was ready to do his best. he opened the door with a wobbling right hand while his left held onto all the things. the cake carton was perched on his fingers, the takeout on another two fingers, the bouquet tucked between his bicep and chest. he wouldn't lie. it was a struggle to get everything in in one trip (especially with his level of patience when it comes to small, annoying things like this.) but it was all for you, so, it had to be worth it. tumbling in, he set everything on the coffee table in front of your tv. and then, he walked into the bedroom where you lay sleeping in the same position he had left you in the afternoon. it had been over three hours and you hadn't stirred even one inch. god, how tired were you? slowly closing the door behind him, he stepped back into the living room.

💚 your eyes were hazy and throat unusually dry when you stepped into the living room. your muscles were somehow even more tired and you were sure your body, mind and soul were incapable of doing anything but curling up and falling asleep again. on instinct, you searched for your boyfriend. "zoro?" you squinted at the man in front of you as he was in the process of setting down food on the table. and looking around, you noticed the huge bouquet perched on the sofa. "hey-" he turned towards you wide-eyed as if you had caught him doing something wrong, "uh- hi? hey? you're up already?" "whatcha doing? what's that?" you mumbled as you walked over to him, still not processing reality. as you stared down at the table, you wondered aloud, "food?" he sighed, defeated, "yeah." your brain fog cleared up and you looked up at his blushing face wide-eyed, "wait! you bought me food?" you turned on your heel to look at the bouquet and picked it up, "and this?" rubbing the back of his neck, he looked away from you, "it was actually meant to be a surprise cause i thought you were sleeping. but-" "zoroo!!" you practically lunged at him. your hands closed in around him as you rested your head against his well-built chest. hearing his quickened heart-beat, you eased even more against his familiar, scorching skin. you buried your face even deeper against him, "thank you!" his fingers danced over your scalp. his husky voiced was accompanied by calculated strumming of his finger over your hair, "i am sorry, it was meant to be a surprise, really." you pulled away from him to look at him in disbelief, "why are you sorry?!" he swallowed thickly, eyes scattering away from yours, "because- i dunno, i suck as a boyfriend?" he winced at his admission but continued nonetheless, "i tried making you breakfast, ruined it. i tried giving you a massage, ruined that too. i tried to set up a surprise date and fucked that shit up too." "zo." your fingers are delicate against his cheek, bringing his eyes back to yours. you gave him a small smile, "you tried. for me. that's what matters." although a smile blossomed on his lips, he washed it away with another sigh, "you're just saying that 'cause you don't wanna admit i'm a fuck-up in the boyfriend category." you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, "i am saying this because i love you. and you make me feel loved." "really?" you laughed, "i mean your massaging skills can use a bit of work but... yeah, other than that you're good. really." "i'm glad me being an idiot is endearing to you." he gave you a grin, "so, wanna eat? i'm kinda hungry." "yesss!!" you mirrored his smile. you paused for a second then wondered aloud, "you know what? i think i'm gonna call in sick tomorrow. we can hang out, just you and me." "oh, really?" he scrunched his nose up as if in deep thought, "then we gotta celebrate. you know there's cake in the fridge." "OMG I LOVE YOU!!" so, yeah, roronoa zoro might be kind of an idiot. but he was your idiot.

i wanna take domestic zoro and trap him in a bottle. i wanna just keep him like that. i really liked how this turned out lol. hope you guys did too <3

[pooks]

Ichiji had never thought that he would ever be in a place without any food. He was raised as a prince; he always got whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.

But right now...he was so hungry that he could cry.

---

He stared up at the black skies. Glimmering stars, hundreds of them, twinkled above them. Ichiji was awake. It was strange that he was so tired that he wasn't tired anymore.

It felt like a cosmic punishment. As a crown prince, he never missed a single meal and if he didn't like the food, he sent it back to the kitchens and demanded something else. He was so spoiled and ungrateful...

"Royalty mustn't cook!"

That was what he shouted at Sanji, back at Germa.

And now, he regretted that bitterly.

Ichiji swallowed back his sobs, not willing to show weakness. He couldn't live with himself if that old geezer saw him crying. No, he needed to be strong, for Sanji's sake.

Sanji. His baby brother, so frail and small, was curled against his side. He had become so thin now.

"Brille, brille petite étoile..." He sang softly, barely louder than a whisper. His voice had become hoarse. "Dans la nuit qui se dévoile..."

And Ichiji prayed, as every night, for a ship to come and save them. It was too late for him, but they could save Sanji. As long as he got saved...he could die happily.

He didn't even get to finish the song before he succumbed to the darkness.

---

A lot of things went in a blur for him.

Ichiji knew that he woke on the morning. He collected morning dew, as he did every morning since they got onto this forsaken rock, and gave it to Sanji.

Sanji was weaker than him, from the start. Ichiji had more meat on his bones, more muscle mass and a different metabolism than his little brother. He was able to last longer than him. That was why he had resorted to eat as little as possible, saving more for Sanji to survive on.

It was the 79th day when Ichiji collapsed. His legs couldn't carry him anymore and his mind went blank. He was already out of consciousness before he hit the hard surface.

Ichiji never heard Sanji sobbing his eyes out.

---

"Niisan! Niisan! Wake up! It's not funny! NIISAN!" Sanji screamed, trying to shake him awake.

But there was no use; Ichiji lied still on the ground.

Sanji broke down into hysterical sobs.

"Stop wailing, little brat." The old geezer grumbled at him. "Don't waste more energy."

"WHY DON'T YOU CARE?! MY BIG BROTHER IS DEAD!" Sanji screamed at him.

"He isn't dead, you idiot! Pipe down!"

Sanji watched as the old geezer examined his not-dead brother.

"No, he isn't dead, Eggplant." The old geezer shook his head. "He's ill. Very ill."

Sick? Ichiji was never sick. Not at Germa or at The Orbit. But then again...

Sanki stared down at his older brother. Ichiji didn't look...like he did before they got here. His red hair was no longer vibrantly red, like a lollipop. It had instead gotten darker, but it was still red. But he looked so weak. Just skin and bones, like him, now. He didn't move. His eyes were closed.

Ichiji looked weak and Sanji hated it. Ichiji was supposed to be strong.

"Niisan..." He sniffled. "H-he lied to me. He said he had taken his share before I woke up every morning, but he didn't..." He hiccuped. "H-he collected morning dew everything morning...j-just for me."

Zeff said nothing.

Because the words he had would not comfort the little Eggplant.

'If a ship doesn't come soon...the boy will die. He's already wasting away. He isn't going to last another week like this.'

If a ship didn't came soon...the little Eggplant would be forced to say farewell to his brother.

---

Ichiji has been ill for three days now. His skin is white as snow and his hands are cold, but his forehead is boiling hot.

There is nothing to do than to wait and hope for the best. Even if their chances are smaller now and Ichiji's chance of survival has dropped to extremely slim chances.

Ichiji was slipping in and out of consciousness, barely awake for more than a few minutes and in the little time he was awake, he did two things. He looked at Sanji without saying anything and gave a weak smile...and one time, he said something to the old geezer that made Sanji nearly break down in hysteria.

"If I die before a ship comes...eat me."

It was such a horrible thing to say. Sanji screamed, cursed and protested at his brothers' chilling words.

But Zeff understood his character more as time passed on. Ichiji wanted his brother to survive, no matter what happened to him. He had slowly wasted away for him, collected dew and given it to the Eggplant every morning and now, he quietly accepted his death.

On the fourth day since Ichiji fell ill, 84 days on this damned rock, Sanji panicked when he woke up and there were no Ichiji lying by his side. He was on the verge of crying, thinking that maybe he had wasted away into nothingness or fallen down to the seas...until he found the old geezer holding his brother in his arms.

Wrapped in the old pirate's coat, Ichiji looked so small and weak.

It took Sanji a long while to come and sit next to the old geezer (as his stamina has dwindled into nearly nothing).

"...y'think...i'll see Mama once I'm gone?" Ichiji whispered.

"...don't be stupid, brat. You won't see her until you're old and grey." Zeff gruffly told him.

Ichiji blinked a little, it took him a long while to process his words. "...it's a nice thought. But no."

---

A god damned guardian angel must've looked after the two children, in Zeff's opinion, because a ship came on the 85th day. Five days into Ichiji's illness and he was barely holding onto a thread by now.

They were spared from death.

It took some time before they all miraculously recovered. After two long months of careful diet restoration and their progress being strictly monitored, Sanji recovered first while Zeff also recovered. But Ichiji took the longest to recover as he was in a critical condition, due to his illness.

The doctors in charge had told them that Ichiji had been so close to death that the grim reaper had probably collected him after one more day on that rock.

A damn angel must've watched those two brats, Zeff concluded.

It took Ichiji four months to fully recover and Sanji, bless that little eggplant's heart, couldn't stop wailing once he was reunited with his brother.

Zeff ended up adopting an eggplant and a tomato as his own sons.

[ravenssilver]

part three of my unintentional, untitled aeon series

part one part two

now, 981 words of aeon being tired

Aeon was in the kitchen early one morning, his lilac eyes clouded with exhaustion.

He sipped some coffee. He had made it the way he had seen Mountain make it for Dew. He wasn’t sure if it liked it. It tasted burnt.

Though, since it was the same kind Dew liked, he had poured the lions share of the brew into another mug and set it by the coffeemaker with a little note for the fire ghoul.

Aeon sighed and set the mug down on the kitchen island, slouching in on himself as he slightly spun the barstool back and forth, lost in his thoughts as always.

He was starting to regret taking away Swiss’ exhaustion. He felt it weighing him down like a cloud that was just barely too gray above him. Of course, Aeon didn’t regret taking away Swiss’ exhaustion. He just wished it didn’t have to be so… well, exhausting, to hold onto someone else’s fatigue.

Aeon looked down into his coffee mug, sending a little bolt of quintessence into it, making the liquid ripple.

“Tommy?”

Aeon jolted in surprise and looked over his shoulder, seeing Aurora with some sort of string wrapped around her lower fang, wedged between the enlarged tooth and her lateral incisor.

“Hey… what’re you doing up so early?” Aeon asked, his voice soft as he held his hand out to Aurora. Aurora shuffled closer and took Aeon’s hand in hers, standing between his knees as he remained sat on the barstool.

“I was flossing, I think it’s called, and the string got wrapped around my fang. Lus and Cir are sleeping.. Can you help?” She asked, a bit awkward due to how little she had spoken to the ghoul who was summoned at the same time as her.

Aeon’s eyes saddened as he realized he was a last resort, even to his fellow summon buddy.

“Yeah..” he sighed with a nod, not even bothering to make some sort of halfhearted joke to lighten the mood.

He wasn’t even wanted by the ghoulette who he shared the most important day of his eternal life with.

Aeon gingerly grabbed the floss string and began unwrapping Aurora’s enlarged canine. His eyes were dull, the multi-ghoulette not being able to read anything off of Phantom.

“There.. better?” Aeon asked, sounding just as dull as he looked as he tossed the string of floss into the trash can. “Yeah. Thanks. Uh… yeah, bye.” Aurora mumbled before turning on her heel and walking out of the kitchen.

Aeon followed her with his eyes before turning back to the kitchen island. He stared at the marble for a moment before he dropped his head down, sighing shakily as tears welled in his eyes from both the pain in his heart and the pain from his horns slamming against the marble.

His shoulders shook as silent sobs left him, his posture becoming even more curled in as his heart started to crack under the pressure, threatening to shatter into a million of cracked pieces.

Hours later, Dew walked into the kitchen, finding Aeon dead asleep at the island, his back curved in an uncomfortable looking way.

Rain walked in behind Dewdrop, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw Aeon.

“Is he okay?” Rain asked softly, looking at Dew. The fire ghoul stared at Aeon for a moment before he shrugged, walking over to the coffee pot and brushing off the mug that was already there. Just Aeon leaving a mess.

“Seems fine to me.” He stated, ignoring the voice in the back of his head that was practically screaming that something was wrong.

“Oh, don’t lie to yourself,” Rain huffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned against the counter. “Something’s been wrong since he was summoned. Why hasn’t he come to us..?” Rain frowned, looking at Aeon with sad eyes.

“Maybe he just doesn’t want to,” Dew shrugged, his ear flicking as his coffee began to brew. “It would be easier on all of us if he kept himself out of everything.” He grumbled, looking at Rain, only to see the water ghoul staring at the little quint.

“C’mon, Rain, he’s grown. He’d say something if something is really wrong.” Dew rolled his eyes, his tail flicking. “I really don’t see why you’ve suddenly gotten all worried.”

“He’s struggling, Dew.” Rain stated. “It’s so obvious. Did you hear what Swiss was telling Mount the other day? How desperate he was to do what Aeth’ used to-“

“Stop.”

Rain’s eyes widened and he looked at Dew, surprised by the sudden anger in his voice.

“He’s not Aether. He never will be.” Dew spat, glaring at Rain. “I know.” Rain nodded, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I never said-“

“Well everyone seems to think that he can live up to was Aether was! Why am I the only one that sees that he’s nothing?” Dew snarled, Rain’s eyes widening before they narrowed.

“Dew, stop.”

“No, Rain! He won’t ever be what you all think he is!”

“Dew.”

“He’s just some replacement. Something to take up space until we can get someone good enough to be the pack Quintessence.”

“Dewdrop!”

“He’s a runt. It’s all he ever will be.”

The fire ghoul growled, turning to look at Rain, only to see a bleary eyed Aeon looking back at him, Rain standing off to the side with wide eyes.

A single tear rolled down Aeon’s face, his breathing shaky as all signs of hope or happiness quickly dissolved into despair.

Aeon snuffled and took a deep breath in before he nodded his head to the white mug that was by the coffee pot that had just started to pour Dew’s coffee.

“I made you some already.” Aeon said blandly, his voice shaky and so quiet Dew barely even heard him.

And then he was gone, leaving Dew caught off guard with a very angry Rain.

[ordinarylawnmower]

Mx. Lawnmower r u OK. U reblogged that Shockwave post one billion times it is everything on my tl

Here look at these

Implications be drawn based the photographic evidence of a man who is seen in restraints curiously often. I'm sure any jokes regarding his sexual predilection that can be made has been made. Usually I take this kind of urges out on a piece of paper hastily scrawling porn but that's like trying to put out a housefire with a single drop of crisp morning dew. Orgasm is not a prerequisite to sex, although physiologically, that's where it's headed. The threshold of release is a promise, the journey's sticky end. Orgasm might not even be feasible when escorted by prowl fucking of petrex while he gloat, but if you interpret actions as symbols-whose meaning mutates through the motions of living-distal thoughts and forms can become associated, then entangled, and a cinching rope becomes a loving embrace. The mind connect allegory to sensation, and sensation crescendos to catharsis. Shockwave, who understands the world in cascading logic, must have accepted this as an inevitability. Taboo and shame then becomes arbitrary and illogical. To an empirically devoted mind, sex has no intrinsic difference from other aspects of existence. It's fool's errand trying to define his sexuality or fetishes, because either everything is sex and living is just building to the next orgasm; or sex doesn't exist, and orgasm means nothing other than a mechanical(Lol!) response to having one's tool stroked. I can entertain the notion of dichotomy for a second and imagine the shades of grey that exist in-between these two extremes, and then the pastabilities that exist outside this spectrum. How to describe this nebula in a way that's meaningful to the individual? What truth did emerge from untamed data? It's difficult to imagine Shockwave, a scientific man, tolerate living a life without knowing fully himself. In fact, its difficult for me to imagine Shockwave at all without resorting to my own utterly insufficient expressions, because he's so vast and endless. He is inexpressible

[everybodyshusband]

@crimsonclergy's headcanon post got me thinking and i just had to try my hand at writing it out as a little ficlet !! go read his post first, it's awesome <3

1.7k words of aurora gender fuckery, a little dysphoria and a lot of euphoria under the cut >:)

The piece of fabric she's pulled out of her laundry basket is unfamiliar. It's an unassuming little garment, a tight, white, cropped tank top of some kind that she thinks must belong to Cirrus. She stares at it for a while before deciding fuck it. She could do with a new shirt, and if it suits her well enough, there's a possibility Cirrus won't even care that it's gone missing if she gets to see Aurora wearing it every so often.

She tosses it onto her bed in preparation and struggles to unclasp the clip of her bralette—a lacy thing picked out for her that morning by Cumulus, the air ghoulette purring in her ear that the colouring suits her complexion and the laced edges frame her little chest so perfectly—groaning in annoyance when, as usual, she can't quite figure out how to get it undone and has to resort to pulling it over her head. She throws it on and ground and glares at it in frustration before turning her attention back to the top on the bed.

She picks it up and starts to slip it on like it's a normal top but it's tight; tight enough that it has her wondering if it even belongs to Cirrus after all. She gets her arms and head through the openings, but beyond that, she had to twist and contort her body awkwardly just to get the top down past her chest. It makes her weirdly self-conscious about it all. At least, she thinks she's feeling self-conscious. The exact feeling welling up inside of her as she struggles to get the shirt on, and again as she has to adjust herself inside of it so her chest isn't sitting uncomfortably inside the fabric is a foreign one; a tightness deep inside her chest that's different from the tightness the top is providing—this feeling is one that makes her skin all itchy and legs wobbly and she decides right there in that moment that if this is how the shirt makes her feel then she never wants to put it on ever again. But, she reconciles, it's worth taking a look in the mirror before she takes it off and returns it to whoever it's supposed to belong to. After all the effort it took her to wriggle into the garment, it'd be pointless not to take a look.

The first glance of her reflection has her mouth dropping open in surprise and that funny, gross feeling dissipating within seconds. She lifts her hands and smooths them down the plane of her chest. It's... flat? She turns to the side and cranes her neck to catch her reflection.

It's flat.

She can't stop the delighted giggle that bursts from deep in her chest, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet in excitement. This is cool. This is different. So different from how she normally looks. So different from how she looked mere minutes ago in her silk sleep shorts and matching lace-y bralette. Her eyes drift to the reflexion of the laundry basket sitting on the bed behind her and she can't help but wonder what she might look like with something over the top of this new garment.

She turns away from the mirror and grabs the first thing on the pile, one of Dew's oversized shirts advertising some band that Aurora hasn't heard of yet; it reminds her that she really should ask him about it sometime, he seems to like it a lot. Underneath the shirt is a pair of boxers and some careful digging through the rest of the basket reveals that, oh. This is Dew's laundry. Oops. After some deliberation, she decides that what Dew doesn't know won't hurt him and once again decides fuck it, she should try the shirt on anyway. For some reason she can't quite pinpoint at the moment, none of the shirts in her wardrobe feel right to wear over the top on her chest anyway.

She slips the t-shirt on and turns to look in the mirror and–

Oh.

Oh.

She looks like Dew. Like Mountain.

The flat angle of her chest even reminds her of Aeon or Rain, and the way Cirrus explained in the simplest of terms that to two of them are shaped more like the boys than the girls, even though they don't fit into either of those categories. The same way Dew is shaped in almost the same way as the girls, even though he's not one of them. And Aurora, she... Well, she's coming to some kind of realisation about all of this and what that might mean for her. She knows that part of her thought process right now is probably quite significant, but she can't quite get a solid grasp on the abstract thought that's floating tauntingly through her head.

She runs her hand over her chest again, marvelling at the way she doesn't encounter any bumps all the way from her collarbone to her belly button. That funny, good, happy feeling in her chest is back and once again, she can't help the disbelieving giggle that bubbles up out of her mouth as she continues feeling the flat, angular plane of her chest unburdened by her anatomy for the first time.

She fishes Dew's boxers out of the basket and quickly swaps out her pyjama shorts for them, throwing the silk garment on the floor alongside her lace bralette and in her head promising to Dew that she'll rewash all his clothes she's worn later, but right now she just needs to experience this.

The way the feeling in her chest expands when she turns back to the mirror and almost mistakes herself for Dew. The way the boxers sit high on her waist but still reach her thighs comfortably and cling to her skin in a way that makes her want to shout out in happiness. The way she can imagine tying her hair up in the same messy updo that Dew prefers in the morning and walking down to breakfast in this exact outfit and starting her days off feeling good instead of just fine. The way her chest sits flat in the shirt and the more she takes in her reflexion the more the elated feeling grows and grows until it's buzzing through her limbs and she can hear her heartbeat loudly in her ears. The way that the closest comparison she can think of is that this is how she feels when she performs; a rush of excitement and adrenaline mixed with doing things that make her feel free.

She spends the best part of the next hour digging through Dew's laundry, trying on his clothes and staring at her reflexion in the mirror. She tried a few of her own clothes too, but although most days she doesn't mind them, today they made her skin crawl enough that she shoved them all back in her cupboard without even folding or hanging them up again—she'll deal with the mess later, but right now she needs to focus on that incredible feeling of happiness that's pulsing through her entire body and keeping her face from displaying anything but a wide grin.

All too soon, there's a knock on her door that makes her jump and rush to wrap a blanket around herself, just in case someone comes in—it's not that what she's doing is wrong, everyone swaps clothes all the time, but something about how she's feeling right now in Dew's clothes feels almost private and for now, she'd like to keep it that way. Cumulus doesn't come in though, instead talking to Aurora through the door and calling her down to lunch, explaining that Rain's put the ingredients out for make-your-own salad sandwiches, so if Aurora wants any of the good stuff in hers, she'd better be quick before Dew and Sunshine take them all.

She calls out a hasty "Thanks, Lus!" and pointedly ignores the way her voice feels slightly wrong in her own ears—she just hasn't been speaking for a while, that's all it is, right? She pulls the shirt, pants and boxers off, pulling her regular underwear and sleep shorts back on, but she can't for the life of her get the tight top off. After a long while of wriggling and struggling that results in her having to wipe sweat off of her forehead with a towel, she yanks the top off and is immediately overly aware of the way her chest moves freely now it's unrestrained by the tight garment. She's never particularly minded the feeling before—she hasn't known anything different—but now that she knows the way the tight top makes her feel, she doesn't think she likes the regular feeling very much at all.

She pulls the bralette back on and grabs Dew's shirt, reasoning that she can give an excuse of the feel of soft fabric or the smell of freshly washed clothes if anyone asks why she's not wearing any of her own shirts, and makes her way to the kitchen.

Lunch passes without much fanfare, and thankfully, one asks why she's wearing Dew's shirt of a band she doesn't even know. As she's rinsing her plate off afterwards though, Dew sidles up beside her and strikes up a conversation, small talk about her vocals and his guitar in one of the new songs that Papa is working on. As she finishes rinsing the plate and moves to leave though, he stops her.

She draws a breath in, waiting for the inevitable—because she doesn't know how, but he must know about the tight top and the clothes and that's what he's going to ask about—and ends up wholly surprised when he asks, genuinely, if she knows where his basket of laundry is.

She tells him she thinks it made its way to her room, but she's not sure. "I'll check," she tells him, as if she can't recall every item of Dew's clothing that's currently sitting in the basket.

He smiles his thanks and turns away from her to rinse his own plate, which Aurora takes as her signal to return to her room, refold some of Dew's clothes and put them in his basket of clean stuff, put the rest back in the dirty laundry basket and return to clean clothes to him later that day.

When she finally does knock on Dew's door with his basket of laundry under one arm, there's a hesitance in her eyes that he's never seen before. She asks if she can come in and when he nods and moves aside to let her in, she sits on the bed, chewing bottom lip nervously.

"Um, Dew?" She starts, hands twisting over one another in her lap. "Can we– Can we talk?"

[cottagedeer]

Been discussing with my fellow Pregnant Simon lovers and a thought hit me. What if Simon failed to do the ritual to try to summon Betty, with Choose Goose passing away in the process, meaning no more magic chances for that method to work without going through more unethical means of obtaining a magical charge.

He ends up leaving the 20th century exhibit without telling anyone and travels to the abandoned city where the original nuke dropped.

Making his way to the center of where the blast was, he found the ‘well of power’, with his knowledge on the lich and how the lich used this (forbidden Mountain Dew jacuzzi) magic pool to obtain his strength. Because he felt no purpose of his life, Simon took his chances and jumped into it, as his last resort to gain the power to seek his beloved Betty, even at the chances the pool would kill him rather than give him power.

Time passed and he emerges from the well of power, mutated and deformed, thus became the new lich of Ooo.

Dedicating to his practice for his beloved GolBetty.

[dawn-selfships]

Feeling once again weak for the red old man so Areos hc time

- I have a story in my head for how they got familiar the first time! :) I'll make a more detailed post on that when I get the time, but tl;dr, Eos found and saved an unconscious Ares who had been fighting a powerful enemy, and patched up his injuries as he was bleeding Ichor (celestial blood). Bam, Ares was lovestruck. Then, because Eos had broken her wing while saving Ares, Ares did a rare kind and gentlemanly action, and gave Eos a ride on his chariot UuU Both to help her spread morning dew over the lands, and to ride her back home to Olympus where they could get her wing healed.

- Eos was SO flattered and surprised! Most gods did not usually pay attention to her, since she is only a minor goddess whose whole job is to herald the arrival of the day, of Apollo's chariot. So of course she is most of the time overshadowed by his radiance. Besides...she would have never thought that Ares, the terrifying god of war, could be so sweet and considerate to a lady!

- Ares in the meantime, could not stop thinking about Eos for weeks after the incident - her luminous light, her eyes, her cheeky smile, and the way she had saved him and fought a monster for him. Boy was he down baaaaad. However this all is exactly he was awfully shy about talking to her again, and resorted to avoiding Eos for a while like an absolute loser. Until Athena practically YELLED at him to go talk to Eos again LMAO

- Ares is that super showoffy jock boyfriend who is always trying to impress Eos. Be it fighting monsters in front of her, bringing her war trophies, lifting heavy stuff, you name it. He's that meme of "this one's for you baby" *throws a basketball and it misses the basket*

- Eos giggles and flutters her wings while blushing madly, even when he absolutely fails, because he makes her feel so special. She's been so occupied over the years on just being the morning goddess...she had forgotten how it feels to be loved like this.

- Eos loves to impulsively scoop Ares into her arms and fly. Too bad most of the time he wears his heavy armor, so she struggles flapping her wings LOL but whenever he is rarely in a civil wear, like wearing his pajamas, she will absolutely bridal carry him!

- Due to morning dew, Eos' powers are mostly water based. She tends to playfully splash dew at Ares every now and then. If there's water nearby, Ares will answer by splashing back. Cue a chaotic water splashing fight where they both laugh loudly and Poseidon yells "I'M TRYING TO SLEEP"

- Of course, being the goddess of morning, she is great at cooking breakfast. Ares is usually the one out of the couple who insists on cooking for the family. The "healthy military meals", as he says. But when Eos wants to spoil him and her children, they'll be eating the most high quality shakshouka and wine leaf rolls.

- I haven't remembered to mention this, but Eos is AWFULLY clumsy, whether it's dropping stuff off Olympus by accident, or tripping on her own wings. Which gets dangerous whenever she wants to try Ares' weapons LOL

- Remember that scene in Shrek 4 where Shrek and Fiona bond by playfighting with heavy weapons? Yeah that's Areos energy right there

- Ares often calls her "you crazy woman". With the most lovestruck eyes in the world.

- Listening to "Wild Thing" from the end of Strange Magic always makes me think of Areos too bye

- Like I drew earlier, Eos has a whole army of romantic nicknames for Ares, each one sappier than the last. Ever since the other gods on Olympus heard that, they have been mercilessly pranking Ares over it. Once, when Ares arrived to the Olympus court meeting, his name tag on his seat was "BooBoo Bear". Ares broke the table with his fists

- Eos can be clingy. Every time Ares leaves for a battle, a journey to faraway lands on his chariot, Eos either asks if she can come along, or fusses over packing Ares all sorts of food, healing ambrosia, celestial bandages etc. Deep down, Eos is HORRIBLY scared that something bad will happen to Ares. She does not want to lose him like she lost Astraeus and Tithonus :(

- Often, she puts a happy smile on her face so Ares won't be too worried for her, as she does not want to hold Ares back. But sometimes, after Ares is gone, Astraea hears her mom breaking down into sobs in her room.

- Remember that Homeric myth where a bunch of giants managed to trap Ares and imprison him in an amfora for 13 months straight until Hermes finally found and rescued him?

- Yeah, when that happened, Eos ignored her morning goddess duties entirely, to hysterically fly around Greece and search for Ares, causing dawn to never break and for the world to be stuck in a permanent nighttime, as Apollo was unable to ride his sun chariot. When she could not find Ares, she started to fear that he had died... even the cold Boreas stopped being salty at Ares and went to search for him, once he saw the way his dear mother curled up and sobbed and wailed hopelessly, as Astraea hugged her and tried to comfort her.

- Ares in the meantime?? The myth describes him screaming, howling and thrashing endlessly in the amfora. And so he did, causing the Giants to cover their ears like "holy shit we should have kidnapped the god of calmness instead". The only thing bringing Ares comfort in this claustrophobic, merciless long prison, was thinking of his family back at Olympus... Athena, Eos, Fear and Terror, young Harmonia, the wind quadruplets, Astraea...in a rare moment of hopelessness, he'd sob, wanting nothing more than to be free and get back to them.

- Lmao this got horribly angsty BUT as said before, Hermes found and freed Ares!! Accompanied by Boreas, who ruthlessly, mercilessly destroyed the Giants with a devastating, raging cold hurricane. And then he huffed at Ares "shut up I'm just doing this for my mom, NOT for you"

- Needless to say the reunion of Eos and Ares was heartwarming and passionately romantic 💖💖💖 And of course, both Hermes and Boreas got a CRUSHING hug and massive sloppy kisses on their cheeks by Eos. Hermes also got a permanent access to Eos' storage of figs and olives as a thank you.

[odm10]

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[sphylor]

sphyyyyyy what about even more mountain and kitty dew cuddles??? but maybe with mountain being puppy... pretty please

aaaa yess kitty and ouppy cuddles coming right up!! (@divine-misfortune came up with the idea for this one hfbhd, also on AO3)

Dew huffed as he flipped upside down on the sofa for what felt like the millionth time that afternoon. He had woken up with a fuzziness on the edges of his brain that had only increased throughout the day. Normally days like this were spent cuddled up to Rain and he had been so excited to do just that until Rain reminded him that he was meant to be out all day with Papa. And so now he was in a grump. All the other ghouls were equally as busy and no one had much time to give him the attention he clearly deserved. He had Aether watching over him for the time being but even the quintessence ghoul was preoccupied with the ministry's taxes, sat at the kitchen table surrounded by mountains of files and paperwork.

The fire ghoul huffed again, louder this time, making his boredom clearly known. And when that failed to catch Aether's attention he wailed loudly, kicking his feet against the back of the sofa. After his show of irritation, Dew lifted himself up enough to peer over the sofa to where Aether was sitting.

"I know, kitty, I know. Just a few more hours and Mousey will be back to play with you." Aether didn't even look up from the document he was reading as he said this. His reading glasses had begun to slide down his nose and his usually well kept hair was mussed from the many times he had run his hands through it.

Dew just pouted and flopped back down, resorting to idly batting at the blue mouse toy that dangled from his mouth by its tail. He had run out of things to do to catch people's attention. He had already trailed mud through the entrance hall of the abbey that Phantom was trying to clean, and knocked down all the items off of the shelves in the practice room Swiss was trying to tidy, and bashed at the keys of Cirrus' keyboard as she tried to organise her room. And so now here he was, in a funk.

An idea popped into his head, suddenly. "Meownty?" he asked as he peaked back over the sofa again.

"Mounty's busy in the greenhouse, felis. You know you can't go see him right now."

Dew hissed and turned around to face the fireplace. Right now it was covered by a mesh to prevent a certain regressed ghoul from getting in there and taking a soot-covered nap. Typical. Normally in situations like this he would just curl up and take a nap to pass the time but he was feeling way too restless to do that right now.

The door to the ghoul den creaked open and Dew turned his head to see Mountain trot happily through the doors, an old and tattered rabbit plushie in his mouth and his tail wagging happily behind him. Dew almost sprang from his seat, launching himself at the earth ghoul and tackling him with a hug. But he remembered he was supposed to be in a mood and so just ignored him.

"Aww, hey pup. You okay?" he heard Aether ask and there came a series of chips and trills from Mountain in response and a slightly damp thud as he dropped the rabbit at Aether's feet. "Kitty, Mounty's here to play now."

The fire ghoul pouted and folded his arms, sliding down lower on the sofa. There was the unmistakable sound of an earth ghoul bounding his way towards him. When Mountain entered his field of view with a big smile on his face, Dew shuffled so that he couldn't see him. Mountain whined at the ghoul and Dew gave a grouchy meow in return.

He heard Aether shuffle his papers around. "Oh just ignore the grumpy kitty, puppy. Come sit by me."

Dew looked up at Mountain, almost hopefully despite him still wanting to be in a grump. The earth ghoul tilted his head, his tail swishing uncertainly behind him. There was a moment of silence where the two ghouls just stared at each other hesitatingly before Mountain's face broke back into a ginormous smile and he flopped down right on top of Dew. The smaller ghoul shrieked and hissed as he got squashed by the weight of the wriggling earth ghoul on top of him but his cries for help went ignored. His face was getting alternatively licked and kissed by the overexcited puppy trying to curl up on his lap.

Mountain wrapped his arms around Dew and shuffled around until he decided he was comfortable enough. It was like having a weighted blanket on top of him and, although he was still feigning annoyance, he couldn't help the purr that had started rumbling through his chest at the comforting weight. Eventually, his own arms began to snake around Mountain's middle and he pulled him in closer, smelling the soothing scent of juniper and sandalwood as he buried his face into the crook of his neck.

Dew chirped softly and began to feel his eyes drift shut as Mountain's own breathing steadied out. Maybe he wasn't in a grump after all

[kaigarax]

How To Find Love

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love by following a simple step by step process."

Kuroo falls in love like drops of dew in the morning. So simple and often going unnoticed to the average passerby. A beautiful reflection of the world around him. A crucial part to life.

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Step 1. Meet someone.

If you have (for some bizarre reason) decided that you are ready for love then you will have to willingly (or unwillingly) put yourself in situations where you can meet someone who shares your interest. If someone shares your interest (big IF), try to do things together like go on a walk in the park (boring) or chat in a cafe (cliche). You can also consider making a profile on an online dating site (but let’s be honest, if you’re reading a how-to page then you’re already a lost cause).

Kuroo Tetsurou had never been an unpopular kid, in fact there was always some guy trying to be his buddy or some girl gushing over him, but he was yet to actually have a girlfriend. It wasn’t that there had never been girls interested in him, just that he never really saw the need. Not when volleyball took up most of his time. And, usually this wouldn’t bother him but the insistent teasing from his classmates was starting to great on his nerves.

First, it was an off handed comment from someone passing by him in the class. A whisper and pointed fingers when people thought he wasn’t looking. Then it was giggling from the back of the classroom and boisterous laughter from his supposed friends. Eventually it had gotten so bad that he found himself here.

In theory, he didn’t think it would have been that hard to find someone that liked him enough to date him. Of course, this was real life; not some cliche romance novel of cringey fanfiction. Girls were suddenly much more nuanced than they had been in middle school. Suddenly they started caring about things like who understood their feelings and different perspectives instead of how they were the cutest or fastest in a race. So now he’s…

Sitting alone in the back of the stands.

In the middle of a volleyball tournament.

Reading up on how to fall in love.

Really it was quite the laughable sight.

Oh how the mighty and great Kuroo Tetsurou had fallen. From being the guy all the girls gushed over to the one people teased for never having kissed.

“Hey, you play for Nekoma, don’t you?”

Kuroo sighs, “who’s asking?” He doesn't bother to remove his eyes from the screen, instead trying his best to make sense of the cringey advice he’s been reading up on. Has he really fallen on such desperate times that he has to resort to this?

This!

There’s a gentle laugh from the newcomer, “I’m (L/n). Though I doubt that makes a difference considering you don’t know who I am.”

He peaks an eye over the screen, “oh.” You’re cute. Dressed in a sweater with the name of a school sprawled over the left side of your chest and your hair loosely falling around and over your shoulders. There’s a cute smile on your face and there’s a volleyball held tightly in your arms. “Can I help you with something?”

You smile, “I was just curious. I thought your team was really good! A ‘never give up’ kinda attitude, ya know? Well, of course you know. It’s your team after all.”

Kuroo clicks the side of his phone, quickly putting the device to sleep, before holding his hand out for you to shake, “Kuroo Tetsurou.”

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Step 2. Flirt.

To indicate your interest in someone, (don’t be a creep) you will need to demonstrate your interest through facial expressions (ahegao face), body language (get that bump and grind), and comments (like ‘hey there sexy lady~’). Using things like body language, eye contact, and flirtatious comments can help to show the other person that you are interested in them (as long as you aren’t a total weirdo about it). If you are a novice at flirting (then get ready to die alone), keep it simple to start. Some simple ways that you can flirt include:

Smiling (but only in a cute and attractive sorta way). Smiling is an easy way to flirt and it can also make you seem more attractive (sources not cited).

Kuroo gives you his best devil-may-care sorta smile as you shake his hand in greetings.

You raise a brow. It’s a cute sorta action but leaves Kuroo feeling as though he’s suddenly grown a second head or something of the sort. He’s suddenly fighting the urge to run his hand through his hair but forces them to linger at his sides at the end of the short handshake. The voice of his mother scolding him for being so fidgety seems to have manifested a pace in the forefront of his mind at the exact worst time possible.

You lean back, ever so slightly, but the pleasant smile never leaves your face. Kuroo would almost find it admirable how you’re able to tough it through such an awkward situation if not for the fact that he’s the person it’s happening to. Actually, he might even find it more admirable right now.

Making eye contact (staring directly into their eyes~). Keeping good eye contact is another simple way to indicate your interest to your date. Research (sources once again have not been cited) has shown that prolonged eye contact can increase feelings of attraction between two people (but please tell me if this works).

Kuroo, who has never been someone to back down from a challenge, bares his eyes into your own. Almost as if he’s trying to capture your soul. He isn’t, of course, but it wouldn’t be too surprising if he suddenly did turn around and declare that his true motive.

At least your eyes are pretty. There’s a bright gleam in them. Something akin to how someone might look when they’ve suddenly been struck with inspiration. No, perhaps not that exactly but they do seem to shine. Stars maybe?

You tilt your head to the side and let out a little embarrassed laugh.

Yes. Kuroo thinks it’s definitely stars.

Mirroring body position. Stand or sit in a way that mirrors your date, For example if your date is leaning in towards you with one arm on the table, you could do the same. (This one is perfect the way it is~)

Kuroo follows your actions, tilting his head to the side as well. But he happened to tilt his head in the same direction as you and since you were standing across from him it ended up with the two of you looking over each other’s shoulders.

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Step 3. Go on thrilling dates.

Research has shown that putting yourself into a thrilling position can increase feelings of attraction between two people (ah yes, the ol almost dying produces the same chemicals as falling in love trick). Make sure that you plan some exciting dates when you are first getting to know someone to increase feelings of attraction. Go to see an action movie together (10/10 would not recommend), spend a day at an amusement park (but only if neither of you had anything too heavy to eat), or go bungee jumping (instructions unclear. Law suite currently pending).

Ah yes.

Kuroo knew that he would hit a blockade at some point.

Looks like his plans would be halted.

It’s not as if he thought getting a girlfriend would be easy as cake but… ugh. Why did things always have to involve so many steps? Why couldn’t the world just be like volleyball? A place where anyone can succeed as long as they’ve put in the practice and effort.

“What do you keep looking at?” You ask, leaning in close towards Kuroo.

The boy jumps back, his face suddenly flushed a bright red as he attempts to hide the contents of his phone from you. He is, of course, a second to late as you happen to catch a glimpse of the ever familiar light green How To page.

You let out a soft laugh.

Anyone else and Kuroo would’ve packed his things and left you standing there alone. But you’re being polite about it. Covering your mouth and trying to muffle your laughter. Plus, it helps that you’re cute. Especially when you’re trying to laugh at something stupid he did.

“What?” Kuroo huffs.

“Sorry!” Your voice is still shaking as you smile teasingly “you’re quite the heartthrob aren’t you?”

“And you’re so good at picking up dates?”

“No. But I have been in love before.”

“Really?” The words are leaving Kuroo’s lips before his brain can even process them. It’s as though his subconscious interest in you has suddenly skyrocketed and his own mind is racing behind his interest like a dog after a treat that’s been thrown. He’s taken a step towards you which leaves barely enough distance for the two of you to converse properly without one person bumping into another.

Kuroo, strangely, notes that you have a strange mix of deodorant and perfume. It’s actually a rather pleasant smell. Maybe a mix between something you’re wearing and what the girls around you must’ve been putting on at the time? Either way it’s a pleasant smell and you're a pleasant person.

And because you are a pleasant person you don’t make a fuss at the distance between the two of you. And Kuroo appreciates that. He may not realise it now but he will… eventually.

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Step 4. Take it slow.

When you are first getting to know someone, it is important to avoid sharing too much about yourself too soon (no info dumps…). Some people share too much of themselves in the early stages of a relationship because they want to seem honest and forthright (which is never a bad thing). But sharing too much can be overwhelming for the other person and also makes you less mysterious (and who doesn’t love a mysterious man or woman~). For example, you should avoid discussing topics like your (dreaded) ex, family conflicts (who doesn't have em?), or your personal finances (but don’t we all swoon after a man or woman that shares their credit card information though - just kidding, don’t do that!).

“You don’t think so?” You ask.

Kuroo shrugs, trying his best to seem nonchalant and cool, “I mean you do look pretty young. Have you ever even gone on a date with someone?”

“Why?” Your voice has a teasing lit as you lean back, “wanna ask me out on one?”

The boy brings an arm to the back of his neck, smiles sheepishly, and tries his very hardest to summon whatever semblance of courage he recalls having at one point, “yeah.”

“Oh,” your eyebrows raise and your jaw seems to drop ever so slightly. It takes you only a second though as you quickly recompose yourself. Or at least try to recompose yourself. There seems to be a flush rising in your face as you look away from him and attempt to clear your throat, “I definitely didn’t see that coming.”

That makes him grin, “so, would you say yes if I did happen to ask you out?”

“Probably a no.”

“What! Why?”

“We’re strangers.”

“And?”

“People usually don’t just randomly accept going out on dates with strangers they just met. Especially when they meet in a place like this. Never know when someone could be planning your muruder, ya know.”

“Wait a minute, you came up to me first. And second, what's that supposed to mean? ‘A place like this.’”

“Yeah!” You laugh, “you never know if I could be planning your murder. Why ask me out without all the facts?”

“Ah,” that makes his grin widen, “I’d let you murder me any day of the week.”

“Well anyways, whoever meets their future significant other at a sporting tournament?”

“Me, hopefully.”

“Slow down there, lover boy.”

Kuroo smirks, “so it’s lover boy now?”

“Oh goodness,” you sigh, “you’re insufferable.”

Kuroo, despite seeing the shadow of a smile on your lips, leans back. Wouldn’t want to overwhelm you. Much better to dance around the topic of conversation than move headfirst into something he’s a little unsure of.

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Step 5. Be curious.

It is important to find out if you are compatible with the other person in order to fall in love, so ask questions to get that information (but what about opposites attract?). The questions that you ask should not be invasive or too personal (define too…). They should be friendly and fun to discuss (people like small talk right?). For example, some questions you might ask on a first date include:

Do you have any favourite movies or TV shows? (Na, too boring.)

Are you more of a morning person or night person? (Too personal.)

What sort of vacations do you like to take? (Just, na.)

“So,” Kuroo, out of options, asks, ���are you passionate about anything?”

“Passion, huh.” You tilt your head to the side in a cute manner, “I guess I am passionate about things.”

“What kinda things?”

There’s a cute smile on your face as you answer, “volleyball.”

His heart skips a beat, “really?”

“It’s a little cliche, isn’t it?”

Kuroo smiles, “I don’t think so.”

Fall in love by following a simple step by step process.

[bongo-ghoul]

Little soulfire

age regression is a coping that can both voluntary and/or involuntary it is entirely safe and reccomended by therapists if they believe it would be effective for said person but as mentioned for some people it is entirely unpredictable, if this makes you uncomfortable please carry on elsewhere thank you <3

Mountain and little! dewdrop

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Hurt comfort? I dunno but he has self depreciating thoughts cause he thinks he hurt his baphy

The realization hit when there was a resistance under his pedal, being big at the moment dew was still obsessed with baphy but not in the way little dew was.

He had no way of fixing it, if stage hand would have just let him do his thing and not adjust anything his baphy wouldn’t be under the pressure and abuse of being squished by the pedal.

Baphy is there for the purpose of keeping him grounded and focused, and with it being the end of this song he couldn't just stop and fix his little friend, a gift that a fan had so kindly given to him that made him feel so warm and noticed and now he was so utterly disrespectful to it, causing his friend pain.

By the time the ritual was over dew was so ready to be done, so ready to curl away in the hold of one of his bandmates but to his mind he deserved none of it, he'd been so mean to his baphy friend, the little guy that kept his mind deep rooted when needed and let the warmth enunciate itself cradling the boy in pure safety when he’s small as well, but right now in the intensity of the moment he felt he deserved no such warmth, He deserved no such comfort per what his thoughts had echoed, he was mean and bad and no one so aggressive to their friend should get loved in the same hour right?

Leaving the stage he picked up his baphy, waiting til after hes off stage to cradle his friend so close.

Stage hands helping collapse and pack everything up and in a flurry dew with his baphy cradled close, rushed to the bus, the only safe place he could let his glamor drop.

He was so bad, everything always resorts in his friends getting hurt, hes nothing better than a demon at the hand of the biblical depiction of the devil.

Discarding his helmet first, going to the back of the bus curling into a tiny tight little ball where he could stow away himself and his world of feelings, dropping the glamor at the same time of his headspace setting in completely.

A tiny candle flame, merely a spark off of flint in comparison to the star as a neighbor to the earth, yet he felt like a forest fire at the hand of destruction and pain when it comes to his baphy.

His little friend with a permanent open armed pose perfect for a hug from the little ghoul, a mess of babbles and sobbed sorrys, deep hugs, the only cooling thing about dew right now being the tears rolling down his cheeks, tracks from the tears leaving deep riverbeds of an emotional disposition.

he would do anything to show to his little friend that he was sorry, so much so that in his sobbing gasping state he wandered dizzily to the front of the bus putting baphy up into the window, in a rush to make sure baphy wouldn’t feel bombarded with the onslaught of a terrible friend in dews perception he runs off to his bunk, his tail now taking on the assault of his hands play to his desperate mind, he felt so alone, like the water in the waves that used to light his soul were now drowning him through his tears, he was a trembling distraught mess.

It didn't take mountain long to notice that dews disappearance was one of agony within his tiny ones mind, a sweet fires brain eating away at itself and mountain knew why.

Entering the bus its radiated the smell of sorrow and anxiety along side the warm honey scent that being little elicited from dew.

Baphy not accompanying the sweet little fire was not something hes seen since the moment he was given the stuffy.

Mountain ridding himself of his helmet and dropping his glamor as well he picks up dews Baphomet carefully carrying it to him.

The gentle giant, a tall stature, stoic being with the soul of a weeping willow casting a comforting shadow with its canopy here to bare the world to let his little flame calm back to his candle, "sweet starfire? Can i open the curtain?" His voice bringing the comforting rumble of thunder in the distance.

Once face to almost face with him he smiles just seeing his boy, "dew, can you look at me?"

A chirp in response that had the shrill edge of 'no' came in return "dewdrop, can you please look at me my little flame?"

He tries again

To that he’s given the fogged over glimmer in the eyes of a deep burning fire trying to suffocate itself in walls of a water, "c'mere lets dry those humid eyes"

mountain reaches out with the cuff of his sleeve drying the fresh tears, "there he is, let your soulfire glow baby, its okay"

Mountain holds out the baphy for dew to find comfort but he impossibly shrinks further away "c ant, Mounty i hurt him, im bad" he chokes out.

"No baby you’re not bad at all, d'you know why?"

He shakes his head, nothing in this world could ever sway his mind to find these thoughts on his own, a fire all consuming but never truly part of the creation is it?

"No im ba-"

"Youre not bad, you hear me? Yes baphy was under the pedal, but look at him he had a good time, i don’t think there’s any way that he could ever be upset at you"

Mountain maneuvers himself into the bunk laying down on his side with his knees bent, looking at dew and holding out the stuffy once again

"Your sweet little baphy was dancing, and just like my sweet little flame baphy loves dancing, especially along to your music"

Dew looks more intently really taking in the words mountain has shared

"So, m' not bad, and baphy not upset?"

Its mountains turn to shake his head, "that’s right, you’re not bad and he’s not upset, infact i think he’s worried, he was made with all the love specially for you, there’s not an ounce of upset in him"

This lights the fire ghouls flame, creating a reawakening to his soulfire, a growth in the live and appreciation he has for his friend and his caregiver, a glimmer in his eyes is the loudest thank you he could ever say, even if its without words.

Mountain moves the stuffy so that baphys nose is tapped against dews nose "so what do you think, do you want your baphy back?" To which dew nods taking the little friend in his arms, clutching it tightly, filling his friend with an eternity of love and light, dew glowing in all ways except physically hus fire is relit.

Mountain all the same but his little friends is his little flame, the warmth the little one radites, his tears now dry and his hear full of a soul'r flare, the type that creates a soul'r storm, a flare that doesn't return to its sourse but instead shares its sourse for that of whats in its path and both baphy and mountain to be illuminated by his love.

Dew now happily cuddled to mountains chest, baphy held between them.

While he may be too tall to fit comfortably in the bunk he doesn't care, hes happy to do what makes his little flame happy, and with warm cuddles and a gentle hand running up and down his little ones back, the love he feels warms and soothes his aching joints from cramming himself into the pocket of the universe dew feels safe in.

With how the earth to revolve around the sun, mountain to encapsulate and revolve around his candleflame.

Soft coos of joy trill from the tiny, slightly muffled by the spade of his tail tucked between his lips, a small smile on his face and an innocent glimmer in his eyes, moments like these were everything to him, the smallest dew for the biggest moments, the difference from a candle flame to a vast glowing star at the center of a galaxy with an earths eyes permanently fixed, a candle dance how an planets return of its own gravity leads its star in a dance aswell, fire is just made to move and earth is happy to follow.

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Charles Spurgeon's "Morning & Evening" Devotional for October 22

Morning

“My soul thirsteth for God.”

Psalms 42

This is a very favourite psalm, and has many thousands of times cheered the hearts of the people of God.

Psalms 42:1

As the hunted hart instinctively seeks after the river to lave its smoking flanks and to escape the dogs, even so my weary, persecuted soul pants after the Lord my God.

Psalms 42:2

How he repeats and reiterates his desire! After his God, he pined even as the drooping flowers for the dew, or the moaning turtle for her mate. It were well if all our resortings to public worship were viewed as appearances before God; delight in them would then be a sure mark of grace.

Psalms 42:3

His appetite was gone; his tears not only seasoned his meat, but became his only food. It was well for him that the heart could open the safety-valves; there is a dry grief far more terrible than showery sorrows. His tears, since they were shed because God was blasphemed were “honourable dew,” drops of holy water, such as Jehovah putteth into his bottle.

“I sigh to think of happier days

When thou, O God, wast nigh

When every heart was tuned to praise

And none more blest than I.”

Psalms 42:5

As though he were two men, the psalmist talks to himself. His faith reasons with his fears, his hope argues with his sorrows. These present troubles, are they to last for ever? My absence from the solemn feasts, is that a perpetual exile? Why this deep depression, this faithless fainting? As Trapp says, “David chideth David out of the dumps;” and herein he is an example for all desponding ones. To search out the cause of our sorrow is often the best surgery for grief. Self-ignorance is not bliss; in this case it is misery.

Psalms 42:6

He recalls his seasons of choice communion by the river and among the hills, and especially that dearest hour upon the little hill, where love spake her sweetest language and revealed her nearest fellowship. It is great wisdom to store up in memory our choice occasions of converse with heaven; we may want them another day, when the Lord is slow in bringing back his banished ones.

Psalms 42:7

As in a waterspout the deeps above and below clasp hands, so it seemed to David that heaven and earth united to create a tempest around him. His woes were incessant and overwhelming.

Psalms 42:8 , Psalms 42:9

To know the reason for sorrow is in part to know how to escape it, or, at least, how to endure it.

Psalms 42:10 , Psalms 42:11

This sentence is peculiarly sweet. The enemies had said “Where is thy God,” and the persecuted one replies, “He is here, as my joy and my all.” Faith is not ashamed to own that God is her God even when he is greatly testing her. If we can keep our hold upon the Lord when in the midst of trial we shall come out of it safely.

For yet I know I shall him praise,

Who graciously to me

The health is of my countenance,

Yea, mine own God is he.

Evening

“Wait, I say, on the Lord.”

Psalms 27

We shall now read that very choice experimental song Psalms 27.

Psalms 27:2

Past experience is a great help to faith. If fierce and powerful enemies have been defeated before, we need not fear now.

Psalms 27:4

Divided aims tend to distraction, weakness, disappointment. The man of one book is eminent, the man of one pursuit is successful. Let all our affections be bound up in one affection, and that affection set upon heavenly things. David desired above all things to be one of the household of God, a home-born child, living at home with his Father. This is our dearest wish, only we extend it to those days of our immortal life which have not yet dawned. We pine for our Fathers house above, the home of our souls; if we may but dwell there for ever, we care but little for the goods or ills of this poor life. What a day will that be when every faithful follower of Jesus shall behold “the King in his beauty.” Oh, for that infinitely blessed vision!

Psalms 27:5

In the pavilion of sovereignly, the holy place of sacrifice, and the rock of divine immutability we dwell securely.

Psalms 27:6

To sing in time of trouble is faith’s glory. We need not wait till full deliverance comes, but even while our foes surround us we may shout the victory, for it is sure.

Psalms 27:8

If we would have the Lord hear our voice, we must be careful to respond to his voice. The true heart should echo the will of God, as the rocks among the Alps repeat, in sweetest music, the notes of the peasant’s horn.

Psalms 27:9

A prayer for the future, and an inference from the past. If the Lord had meant to leave us, why did he begin with us?

Psalms 27:10

These dear relations will be the last to desert me; but if the milk of human kindness should dry up even from their breasts, there is a Father who never forgets. Some of the greatest of the saints have been cast out by their families, and persecuted for righteousness’ sake.

Psalms 27:11

These will entrap us if they can, but the way of simple honesty is safe from their rage. It is wonderful to observe how honest simplicity baffles and outwits the craftiness of wickedness.

Psalms 27:13

We must believe to see, not see to believe; we must stay our soul’s hunger with foretastes of the Lord’s eternal goodness, which shall soon be our feast and our song.

Psalms 27:14

David, in the words “I say,” sets his own private seal to the word which, as an inspired man, he had been moved to write. At this moment he says to us as a family, “Wait, I say, on the Lord.”

The Lord of glory is my light,

And my salvation too;

God is my strength, nor will I fear

What all my foes can do.

When troubles rise, and storms appear,

In him his children hide:

God has a strong pavilion, where

He makes my soul abide.

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Capturing Nature: Photography Tips for Stunning Shots at AnandVan

AnandVan, a luxury resort in Rishikesh, offers you breathtaking landscapes and rich biodiversity, which is heaven for all the photographers. Whether you are new to photography or are a pro, you’ll find countless opportunities to capture nature’s beauty. 

We’ve created this blog for you so that you can get the best images and can create lifetime beautiful memories at the best resort in Rishikesh. 

Best Timing for Clicks

To click some of the best views, golden hour is perfect. Just before sunset, and just after sunrise, the soft and warm light enhances the colours and creates a magical atmosphere for your photos.   

Angles do matter

Sticking to standard shots is not something you should do to get some of the best clicks. You can get low to the ground for best dynamic shots, these shots can be used to click close-ups of flowers or you can also find some of the best spots for panoramic views. Different angle helps in adding depth and interest to your images. 

Focus on Details

Wide angles are always impressive, but you should never ignore the small wonders of nature. You can also capture the small details – like dew drops, textures, and patterns which reveals a totally different side of the natural world at this best place to stay in Rishikesh. 

Utilize Leading Lines 

Using the leading lines in the composition helps in guiding the viewer’s gaze. To make your photos more engaging, you can click the paths, rivers, and trees. To give your click a striking effect, place these elements thoughtfully. 

Practice Patience

Patience is the key to beautiful memories. To get the perfect shots, you must have a lot of patience. Observe your surroundings and be ready for that perfect shot – whether it is a bird taking flight or a stunning sunset. Sometimes the best moments happen when you least expect them. 

Embrace Different Weather

Different weather offers you different photogenic opportunities. In summers you can see beautiful sunlight enhancing the view while rainy season enhances the colours. To add something unique to your portfolio, you can visit AnandVan during different weathers. 

CONCLUSION

These are some of the tips to capture the wonders of nature. By keeping these things in mind, you’ll be well-equipped to take stunning photographs that showcase this beautiful location, the best place to stay in Rishikesh. 

So, grab your camera, immerse yourself in the tranquillity of a luxury resort in Rishikesh, and let your creativity flourish!

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