#Green Wave Nutrition

[delulustateofmind]

House Plant

TW: Yandere Behaviors, Stalking, Mentions of Kidnapping, noncon forehead smooch, Gn! Reader

WC: 500 (teeny tiny blurb)

You always brag about your green thumb. It’s your go-to anecdote: plants practically take care of themselves, you say. All you do is let them bask in the sunlight, barely watering them. Yet, somehow, your basil thrives, your golden pothos spills in luscious waves off the shelf, and your Monstera unfurls massive leaves that seem to stretch toward you like hands reaching out for help.

A miracle, really, considering a year ago you couldn’t even keep a fake plant from looking dull and lifeless. You joke that neglect might be the secret ingredient.

But it’s not neglect.

It’s him.

The sweet man from the plant nursery you met a year ago has been tending your plants in secret. He unlocks your door at night, stepping in with the practiced silence of a predator. Sometimes he comes during the day while you're out, his fingers brushing over the leaves you let burn under the relentless sun. Normally, he wouldn’t care about someone so careless. But watching you torture your plants with that thoughtless neglect? That did something to him. Awoke something he hasn’t been able to silence since.

He waters them. Feeds them. Prunes them. Repots them into richer soil. He’s poured hours into keeping them alive. You haven’t noticed the subtle shifts: the fresh soil around their bases, the slightly different placement of their pots, the way the leaves glisten unnaturally as though kissed by an unseen hand.

You don’t even notice him when he’s standing inches from your bed.

After his nightly rituals, he lingers, his gaze tracing the soft rise and fall of your chest as you sleep. Sometimes he reaches out, brushing a fingertip along your cheek. Tonight, he dares a kiss on your temple. You stir faintly, and for a brief, intoxicating moment, he wonders what you’d do if you woke to find him there, hovering over you like a shadow you can’t escape.

He presses his lips to your skin again. His hands tremble, aching to take you with him. Wouldn’t you be beautiful, kept under his care like one of your plants? He’d monitor your every need—your sunlight, your hydration, your nutrition. You’d thrive in his hands, just as your plants do now.

But there’s a darkness curling around the edges of his thoughts, whispering promises of discipline. Would you thrive under neglect, too? He wonders what you’d become after hours locked away in the dark, parched with thirst and stomach clawing for sustenance. How long before you break, wilting and desperate, begging for his touch, his care? The thought is thrilling.

He laughs softly, a sound meant only for himself. What a pretty little houseplant you’d make. Beautiful, fragile, and entirely his. And like all good things, you’d grow best under his control—until your roots were tangled too deeply to ever leave him.

Perhaps it’s time to stop tending your plants.

Perhaps it’s time to tend to you.

Characters:

JJK: Nanami, Geto, Sukuna, Kenjaku, Mahito

AOT: Levi, Erwin, Zeke

BNHA: Tomura, Overhaul, Dabi, Hawks

HxH: Hisoka, Illumi, Chrollo

Other Characters I thought of: Light Yagami, Douma, Aki

[uheartlynn]

𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢

modern au! ᥫ᭡.

fluff and quiet bakugo

mha 1-A big three going to a cafe almost every day to see there favorite barista:>

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

bakugo katsuki,, cute college boy from ua !

he’s a regular, always ordering chai tea lattes with extra cinnamon on top.

you see him almost every day, (besides on ur days off ofc) you sometimes even wonder if he knows ur schedule..

you think he’s cute! he’s not rlly chatty tho. but sometimes you can catch him staring at you while asking him if he wants any dairy substitutions or when your working on his drink hehe

he’s so generous! he leaves the cute girl serving him coffee (you) a 25% tip.

“that’d be 4.23 today sir, thank you!” you say as you waved off your last customer. humming to the busy streets of tokyo, you hear the door bell ring. “welcome!” you yell, looking down at your notebook.

you hear rushed foot steps come towards you, looking up the customer, you see the same blonde boy with dark red eyes. “oh welcome in, katsuki was it?” you say smiling.

‘you remember his name?’ he thought. you see the tips of his ears turn red. “yeah. hi. could i get my regular?” he says. “of course, a 12oz i presume?” you smile tapping on the ipad register.

for some reason, his heart flutters. he feels giddy when you memorize what he wants. “mhm, yeah and could i get some cold foam on top, and cinnamon too. please.” he says. you nod. he just thinks your so cute, nodding at him like that. you notice him brush your hand against yours while handing you money; you fluster, but don’t mention anything though.

“thank you katsuki, tip?” (haha, the required question at work ,:<) he’s so kind. he gave you 25% and even a extra five dollars in cash! “aw, thank you so much! you’re so kind to me.” before he says anything, you stroll off to get started on his drink. he walks away too and sits down, pulling out a laptop and two small notebooks. he watches you, moving swiftly around making his drink. ‘should i ask her? it’s empty.. damn, why am i nervous? she’ll probably say yes. not like im some loser like deku..’

“katsuki! a chai latte for katsuki!” you yell. why do you have to be so cute? even when your just calling out for him to get his latte! he gets up and grabs it from you, but he stays there for a second staring right at you. you get nervous.. did i mess up his drink? wait he didn’t even tried it yet. “m, is something the matter sir?” he looks up at you.

“date. with me. go on a date with me.” he says looking anywhere but you with a sweet (but barely noticeable) blush on his face. he puts a piece of paper with his number on it in your hand, and walks away.

izuku midoriya, the sweetie who you spend breaks w/ <3

he’s also a regular! he’s always there waiting for your lunch break to spend time with u

you guys are school mates, he makes official “coffee (friend) dates” with you to support his delulu of actually dating you ‘^^

he has green hair, so he gets a sweet matcha with whipped cream! and he gets a bagel sandwich for some extra nutrition.

you guys actually do anatomy together for school! that’s how you met, so cute! he’s a double major. anatomy and criminology, duh. (hehe, since he writes abt quirks and he’s a hero:3)

“izuku, thanks so much for coming again! i really needed help with tonight’s project.” you say, sitting yourself down next to him with a cup of mocha in your hands. he smiles sweetly at you, adoration in his eyes.

“haha, y/n i always come.” he chuckles, making you flustered. you open your drawing book he hands to you, a little structure of a puppy and it’s labeled features on it. he opens his book too, sipping his matcha. he starts to ramble and rumble about class.

“and then, Iida told Todoroki to “step up his game”, they were both actually confused on what he said- oh!” he feels your head on his shoulder, his face heats up. your not even asleep! what does he do?!

you chuckle, “haha, sorry izu if i caught you off guard.. it’s just i’m kinda cold. and your really warm!” you say, averting your glance away from him.

“o-oh, uh it’s ok y/n! i don’t mind actually..” he’s actually super duper happy on the inside! he wants to kiss you right then and there, but he’s worried that’s gonna jump right over your boundaries + he’s not that bold enough to do that with a girl yet! not just any girl, you!

“mm. izuku, your so sweet. i’m so happy your my best friend. but i’ve been kinda thinking..” you say, he perks up. “hm?”

“do you wanna be my boyfriend?”

todoroki shoto, the mysterious rich boy on the block !

that cool looking boy you always see on the same subway you take, with earbuds in reading a book

you also always see him at your small little cafe! you can’t help but have a crush on him

ok maybe a big crush on him

he’s so mature too! he doesn’t order a mocha frappuccino like others, (which i love btw) but he orders a medium iced black coffee!

he’s also very generous with tips and once he even asked for your name! he’s very straight forward

“hi, welcome in.” you tell him. he gives you a small smile, your chest tightens. ‘dang he’s so cute, i wish i could just try to have the courage to talk to him on break’ :< “excuse me, are you ok? your face is red.” he says. you gasp quietly, ‘was i blushing?!’ “oh no no, i’m ok! what should you like?” you say brushing it off.

“oh alright. i’ll have a iced black coffee please.” he tells you. you nod, “ok! any sweet cream, milk, water, or cold foam you’d like? we have a sale on all additions on coffee.” you say sweetly. he blinks, “no thank you.” he says, already putting cash in the jar that says ‘tips for your kind barista!’

“oh thank you so much! hey, i always see you on the train. not trying to be weird! haha, just a coincidence.” ‘why did i say that.’

“oh, i sometimes see you as well.” he smiles. ‘huh, so she notices me. she’s different, and she’s kind. not to mention, pretty as well.’ (everyone notices you shoto!) “um excuse me,” he says, catching you by surprise

“yes?” you hum. “i was wondering if you’d like to spend some time with me. i would like to get to know you better.” he says, pointing at a empty table.

��woah, he’s bold! wait is he asking me out, no he’s probably asking in like a “let’s be friends” sort of way.’ “um sure! haha actually it’s just in time for my break. my coworker mina will take care of your drink!” you smile. usually, you would say no if someone asked for your number or anything, but since he’s so polite and a school student (well you saw him walking out of ua university once) you could trust him! (actually don’t do this kids lol!)

you sit down together, it’s a little awkward..

“i was actually wondering, would you like to know me better? i find you delightful to be around with.. if it’s alright with you, of course.” he smiles.

my first fic! i hope you all enjoyed it | sorry if izuku and shotos are shorter than katsuki’s, i kinda got writers block there | more to come, not only for mha either! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

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fandoms i’m in :

haikyuu

pjsk colorful stage

naruto

genshin impact

gilmore girls

diary of a wimpy kid (rodrick)

harry potter

saiki k

[leaderpinhead]

Jamil - Mistletoe Flirting

Day 18 of Fluffcember 2024 Prompt: Mistletoe (Fluffcember) Rating: Teen Characters: Jamil, Yuu Pairing: Jamil/Yuu Notes: To the Anon who requested Jamil/Yuu today! I hope you enjoy it :)

Jamil knew something was up when Yuu insisted he visit Ramshackle Dorm. He trudged through the fresh snow, untouched by the few students or staff who had stayed on campus during the winter break. He didn’t envy the prefect—his numb nose made him thankful for Scarabia Dorm’s consistent heat. 

By the time he reached Ramshackle Dorm, the tips of his ears were equally numb and the fabric of his sneakers were soaked through. He kicked off the remnants of snow from his shoes and knocked on the door. He had to knock a few more times before Yuu finally answered. 

“Hello!” Yuu gasped, sounding out of breath. Her cheeks were a ruddy red, and her short hair was disheveled. She leaned against the door frame like she was blocking his view. “Give me one second.” 

She slammed the door in his face before he could respond. Jamil blinked. He lifted a hand to knock again, but the sound of Yuu’s voice on the other side of the door made him stop. “You can’t make it that obvious! Put it there. Yes, there!” 

When Yuu came back to the door, her cheeks were still red and her hair even more disheveled like she had combed it with her fingers. Jamil quirked one brow. “Should I come back later?” 

“No.” Yuu opened the door wider and waved him inside. “Come in.” 

He stepped inside and waited for her to catch her breath. The sound of disembodied laughter was muffled by the walls, and Jamil assumed she had been shouting at the ghosts of Ramshackle. He loosely crossed his arms. “So why did you message me until I finally agreed to leave Kalim unsupervised for an undisclosed length of time?” 

Yuu’s nose slightly wrinkled. “The fact that you answered at four in the morning is exactly why I insisted. You should have been resting.” 

“I was resting. Your message woke me up.” 

“You should’ve ignored it then.” 

“That would be rude.” 

Jamil smirked when her nose wrinkled more. Knowing she couldn’t win the argument, Yuu pointed at the kitchen door. “Get in the kitchen.” 

Jamil’s eyes widened. “Excuse me?” 

“I want breakfast.” Yuu grabbed the cuff of his jacket and dragged him towards the kitchen. The muffled laughs of the ghosts followed them. “You can make it.” 

“I’m honored that you woke me up at four in the morning, ordered me to come here three hours later, and forced me to make you breakfast. My life was incomplete before I met you.” 

“My morning is incomplete without proper nutrition.” 

Jamil rolled his eyes and allowed her to drag him through the hall into the kitchen. He ran a critical eye across the space. He wasn’t expecting ruby-encrusted counters or golden utensils, but it would have been nice to have a leveled counter or an oven that wouldn’t burn down the dorm. He was almost scared to look in the refrigerator. The appliance looked like it cultivated more mold than preserved food. 

He took two steps through the doorway when a sharp tug pulled him back. Jamil sighed and twisted just enough to face Yuu. “What are you...” 

“Oh, no,” Yuu interrupted. The flat inflection in her voice stopped Jamil. Yuu stared at the top of the doorframe. “We have walked under the mistletoe.” 

Jamil followed her gaze. A sprig of green leaves and small pale green berries hung from the top of the doorframe. Jamil slowly blinked, and the continuous noise of the ghosts snickering through the walls became background noise. 

Yuu shook her head. Nothing in her expression read as shock or surprise. “Those darn ghosts and their pranks. I guess we will have to suffer the consequences.” 

Jamil immediately understood Yuu’s plan. He smirked. It may not have been a custom in the Scalding Sands, but he had researched it after a fiasco with mistletoe in Scarabia Dorm last year. The thought of being forced to kiss someone after walking beneath a plant was both silly and a little disconcerting to him, but it seemed overall harmless. 

Yuu just made the mistake of waking him up too early today. 

Jamil made a show of slowly blinking and kept his expression as blank as possible. He hummed and tipped his chin back to observe the mistletoe. “Suffer what consequences? It looks like a harmless plant. Did the ghosts curse it?” 

Jamil could tell by the way her brow furrowed that his lack of understanding threw off her planned performance. She shifted her posture and lightly tugged on his sleeve. “You know...it’s mistletoe.” 

Jamil hummed and cupped his chin. “Ah, mistletoe. I have heard of that plant. It is poisonous to humans, but the effects are relatively mild compared to other toxic plants. The common symptoms are usually gastrointestinal irritation when consumed. Unless the ghosts plan to toss it into the food when our backs are turned, we should be fine.” 

He had to fight to maintain his clinical tone when Yuu only looked more confused. She tipped her head back to stare up at the plant again, only she looked more concerned now. “It’s actually poisonous? Like...all of it?” 

Jamil nodded, maintaining his grave air. "Yes. The leaves, stem, berries—all of it contains a toxic substance called phoratoxin.” 

“Eating only a few berries shouldn’t do much harm,” Yuu slowly said. “Howie said it was perfectly safe.” 

Jamil dropped all his teasing. He grabbed Yuu by the shoulders and steered her towards the sink. “Are you serious? Why would you just eat something you knew nothing about? Even Kalim has more sense than that!” 

“The ghosts said it was fine,” Yuu insisted. She leaned against the counter while Jamil searched a nearby cabinet for a glass. He filled the glass with water and handed it to Yuu, mentally flipping through poisoning protocol he had memorized. Yuu grabbed his forearm instead of the glass he offered and pulled him closer to her. “Nothing that can’t be solved with a kiss.” 

Jamil froze. Yuu stared up at him, eyes unblinking and expression as serious as he’d ever seen. Jamil narrowed his eyes. “Did you seriously just lie about eating poisonous berries?” 

Yuu’s eyes dramatically widened, and her slow blinks were just as exaggerated. “Did I lie?” She grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him down until they were nose-to-nose with each other. “Or did I just improvise because you wanted to play dumb and pretend you had no idea what walking under mistletoe meant? I mean, surely I don’t need to spell it out to you any clearer.” 

Jamil shook his head. As annoyed as he was, he couldn’t help being impressed. If he hadn’t seen her genuine confusion, he could almost believe she had anticipated his every move. Her quick thinking may have been more impressive. “I was seriously concerned.” 

“That’s fine. You can be concerned when I’m not poisoned too.” 

Jamil chuckled. He leaned forward to close the distance between them. He watched Yuu’s eyelids flutter closed. He shifted at the very last second, lips landing on her cheek. He leaned back and smirked when she glared at him. “I better start on that breakfast so you can have your proper nutrition.” 

Yuu huffed and took the glass of water to dump it back into the sink. Ramshackle’s ghosts, who had fallen silent without Jamil noticing, started their raucous laughter again. Jamil hummed while he threw together a quick breakfast for them. Something bounced off the side of his head while he sautéed some vegetables, but he wasn’t given a chance to react before Yuu placed a quick kiss on his cheek ran from the kitchen. 

Jamil didn’t bother explaining his absence to Kalim when he finally returned to the dorm later that evening. 

[moonyasnow]

We Both Go Down Together.

PROMPT :

CHARACTERS : Ruggie, Kalim

CONTENT : Implied romantic relationship, Reader comes from a privileged background(Ruggie's part), Reader had abusive/neglectful childhood(Kalim's part), I've been obsessed with this song since I first heard it and now I'm making it everyone else's problem

...You come from parents wanton A childhood rough and rotten I come from wealth and beauty Untouched by work or duty...

...And my parents will never consent to this love But I hold your hand...

...And oh, my love, my love We both go down together.

Ruggie

Ruggie Bucchi, next to most other students of his Dorm, stood almost a head shorter; a result of not getting proper nutrition growing up in the slums of the Sunset Savannah and having to scrape by with little money for food, clothes...or anything, really. With a dead mother and absent father, growing up raised by his grandmother in a little slum-town, homemade donuts substituted for the birthday cake they could not afford. The circles he ran in were similarly destitute, perhaps chancing upon someone middle-class every now and then, and finally lucking out in becoming the second prince of the Sunset Savannah's errand boy.

You grew up in a beautiful lakeside villa with your family, and had a housekeeper who made your food and helped with your homework while your parents weren't home to sit down with you. You had fond memories of yearly vacations to faraway locations each year; shores of crystal white sand lapped at by cerulean waves, luxurious alpine mountain cabins, emerald green golf courses, high-end fashion boutiques in every Capital, a photo in front of every World Wonder. Your friends were those from equally influential families, ones your parents arranged for you, classmates from similar backgrounds.

When he first met you and saw your eminently cared for appearance, he immediately clocked you as some kind of rich kid. He thought you might be one of those lazy ones like Leona, or intensely naïve like Kalim. For his sake, he hoped for the latter.

Much to his surprise then when it turned out that, while certainly a bit naïve, you were aware of and wanted to change that. You kinda had to, now that you'd suddenly fallen from the lap of luxury and ended up in the same position as him; effectively homeless, getting an education through the goodwill of others, who made you clean up after them. And so you asked him to help you, figuring he would have good advice, which you certainly weren't wrong about.

It was a struggle for you, so used to having others care for you that you'd barely cooked a meal for yourself before. As he watched your soft hands slowly collect cuts, blemishes and callouses, he felt strange. He was happy to help you learn. But he didn't want this for you. For as envious as he was that you'd known the Good Life, of being born with a silver spoon in your mouth and never having to worry about where your next meal was gonna come from, he was happy for you that you'd had that. And to see you become accustomed to hard work for the first time...

He obviously knew it wasn't his fault, If anything he was easing the burden by teaching you tips, tricks and shortcuts to make the work easier. But he still felt like he was...'dirtying' you in some way as he did so. You were never meant to know that life, of needing to know the kinds of things he'd teach you. But he kept it all in his head, showing you a small smile each time you greeted him, laughing when you thanked him for his advice and promised to pay it back to him. As much as he might've known it was just the smart thing to do, he didn't want to accept any kind of payment from you. You were both in the same boat, as far as he was concerned, and he kinda tricked you into helping with his own errands while 'teaching you' how to do stuff like that, so in his mind the debt was already paid. But he couldn't say no to spending more time with you. You'd...grown on him. Far more than he ever expected you to.

There was another thing he kept in his head. Something he'd probably never tell you.

As soon as he heard precisely what kind of mega-rich and elitist family you were from, he was...happy...that you had no way back home.

He loved his own family, his Granny and the other kids on his street, and now you, more than words could ever say. That was why he did everything he did, after all: to provide for them, and maybe even be able to make those slums he was born in a better place one day if he had the spare cash. He knew how much it would crush him to never be able to see them again, and he felt bad you had to be put in that position. So that's why he felt conflicted.

Because while he might not have told you as much yet, by now you really were like family to him. He'd imagined a future with you. He'd grown up never letting himself imagine any specific kind of future, so he wouldn't get his hopes up. Not like he could imagine one with another specific person anyway, being so used to doing everything himself. But after a lot of time spent getting to truly know you, and even longer learning to trust you...he'd imagined a future with you. And that made you as close to 'it' for him as anyone could possibly be.

And the thought of losing that, losing you, either to the way back being a one-way-trip, or to your parents taking one looking at him, deeming him 'street trash' and forbidding you from seeing him again... It was scary. It even made him cry a little.

But one thought in the back of his mind made him feel a little bit better. The thought of your parents disowning you as well for associating with someone like him.

It was selfish. Obviously. He knew that very well. It hurt for a second to think he wanted something like that for you. His parents were gone, and he grew up close to squalor, but you still had yours, even if in another world, and they could provide everything you might need for you. If you just went back you were practically guaranteed the Good Life, and if you stayed in Twisted Wonderland with him you were guaranteed to struggle and toil and stress just like him, juggling multiple jobs until either he or you somehow managed to strike the job jackpot.

But he just wanted you by his side so bad.

...So bad he'd drag you down into the mud with him, soiling your pristine clothes, if it meant he got to be with you.

It'd be up to you to be stronger, smarter- whatever- than him if you wanted out, because now that he knew that's what he wanted, he was gonna try his hardest to get it.

He just hoped that if it came to it, you wouldn't regret growing so close to him.

Kalim

Kalim Al-Asim was born and raised in a palace, to wealthy parents employing 100 servants in their household. Upon his birth a parade had been thrown in his honor, him laid in his mother's arms, surrounded by the other two, atop an elephant, soft and plush fabric lined with spun gold shielding them from the sun. Loud, extravagant music was played by a live band following in the parade and all manners of confetti and flower petals were thrown in the air to celebrate the birth of the next Asim family heir.

You were born in a small, dingy apartment with the help of your parents' neighbor, your father not present, instead off at some bar or another wasting away that month's money. When it was done and your mother held you, she stared down at you with cold, bitter eyes as you cried. She then promptly left you on a blanket on the ground to go clean the blood on the floor, cursing you and your father under her breath.

He had the best private tutors in both school subjects and magic that money could buy, and while no means an academic prodigy, was praised often as he learned. He had too many toys and books and games to ever be able to count, sharing all of them with his many siblings and his closest friend and retainer, who had been by his side all their lives.

You never went to school simply because your parents never bothered to enroll you, and you only learned to read thanks to one of the older kids in your neighborhood being kinder to you than you thought you deserved. You had one stuffed animal, which was your only friend. You held it close. Treasured it. It was the only thing in the world that was yours.

Simply put, your backgrounds could not possibly be more different. And it showed, on both of you. His skin was clean, smooth and unblemished, yours off-color, gaunt and scarred. You couldn't understand why you of all people were the one he fell for. He shone like the sun. You were like a dirtied, dusty cooking pot, too rusty and worn to reflect anything.

When he found out about the rot and turmoil and taste of tears, dust and blood that was your childhood, he didn't judge you. You felt a bit silly for thinking he would; that just wasn't him, after all.

You didn't understand why he seemed sad seeing the state of Ramshackle. Sure, it wasn't the prettiest Dorm, but it could have been a lot worse. If anything, you felt anxious having such a large house to yourself. And you couldn't understand ever becoming used to living the way he did-- in luxury, never wanting for anything, always having people around him who cared, who would take care of and protect him.

He couldn't imagine what that would be like: having no one to care for you…having to grow up caring for yourself. But he did think it sounded awful. So he made up his mind to never let you experience that again.

He decided he would heap jewels and pretty clothes and good food on you every day for the rest of your life! Because he loved you. He loved you so, so, so much! And he'd give you every good and pretty thing money could buy, because you deserved it, and money was the one thing he had more of than he could ever need, or even spend in one lifetime. So of course he'd shower his beloved, his Hayati, in gold and jewels and riches and everything.

He would carve out the moon from the sky and give it to you on a silver— no, golden platter if you asked him to.

He couldn't understand why you seemed…scared, because of it. Why you started crying when he gave you the most elaborate necklace yet.

You didn't care about his money. You truly didn't. In fact, it intimidated you. You were scared that others would think that was what you cared about. You felt so guilty partaking in the feasts present at his parties, even when he was the one practically begging you to try it. You thought you could feel the eyes of every other person at the party watching you, judging you, thinking 'gold digger' or 'leech' or other synonyms. It became hard to breathe sometimes. But the way he held you so tightly, cleaning off the grime and neglect coating your being enough for you to begin to reflect his sunshine for the first time…through it, it became a little easier each day, to believe that you truly could— did— deserve him.

But then your worst fears came true: his parents didn't approve of you. Of you being with him. They, just as you'd feared, were apprehensive about letting you be with their son due to your background. Not only were you practically homeless with barely a Thaumark to your name, you had no proof you even existed as who you said you were, and had nothing and no one else to fall back on.

Just as you loved him, he loved you more than anything. He was so sure that his parents would love you too... He was completely blindsided when they didn't approve of you. He couldn't understand nor did he wish to believe that anyone, least of all his own family, could be so cruel— for that's how he saw it.

But in retrospect, you felt you should have expected that to be their answer. How does that look, for someone like you to be with someone of his status?

You'd never had much in life. But now you had him. Someone who, for once, loved you unconditionally. You didn't always know how exactly to deal with that fact...but you'd resolved to figure out how. Because you loved him. And the thought of that, this sense of safety, of him, being taken from you as soon as you'd started to become accustomed to the possibility of being allowed to keep them...

You cried that night. You were so scared that his parents would forbid the two of you from being together. Or worse yet, forbid him from even seeing you at all.

To try to soothe you, he took you with him on the magic carpet up high into the sky, where there were no one but you and him for miles. No one who could forbid you from crying into his silk, gold thread and sequence clothes, nor him from gently kissing each of your tears away and assuring you it would be alright. He knew his parents would come around eventually.

It didn't matter to him how many times his parents or other senior staff or relatives tried to explain to him the reasons for why they objected to your love. He'd already decided he wouldn't listen to it. None of their 'reasons' were good enough. Just excuses. Because he knew you weren't like that.

…He didn't say it then, because he knew you probably wouldn't like hearing it, but if his parents never came around…

…He wouldn't hesitate to give everything up for you.

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This was incredibly self-indulgent but I hope you still liked it!

I just kinda wanted to get it cleared out of my drafts, heh... ; O vO)

Also to that person who sent me a writing request, it's being worked on! ^^

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Soup Kitchen

Prologue =-= Next

Author's note: Su'cona's debut in Husbandry.

Warnings: Let me know if I need to add any.

Summary: Su'cona is lost and found. Soup Kitchens are a nice thing.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

Tagged continued: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k

Su'cona had been wandering on this planet for a while, he's kept count of the days, he's tried to send a message on the Vox and all he'd gotten back was static and he'd been glad to find some form of civilization, but none of the base line humans spoke any of the languages that he knew.

He'd listen to them quietly, he'd run out of rations, hydration and nutrition three days ago, and his stomach had started to complain to him loudly. Also his headache was reaching a wicked crescendo, as it made light of the sun, or artificial light agonizing, even with his helmet protecting his face.

He stopped as he smelled something really good and his stomach gurgled angrily at him as he headed towards the source of the delicious smell. There were a bunch of base line humans, some were nicely dressed and handing out brown paper bags filled with food, to humans that had a much rougher appearance.

He slowly, carefully approaches, there was also a nearly free standing cooking area that had a large cauldron of soup happily burbling and one of the humans who were in nearly identical uniform of some kind was carefully ladling out soup into bowls that other humans were gratefully taken with the paper bag of longer shelf-life lasting food.

One of the people handing out the free food spots him and gives him a bright smile and waves him over. Su'cona carefully approaches them with a tilt of his helmet and they offer him a steaming bowl of soup and the bag of food, a fruit, some vegetables, a sandwich of some kind in sealed plastic, and a metal can filled with something carbonated.

He gratefully accepts both things, even though he knows that it won't be nearly enough calories to fill his belly full, at least it will do something to keep the hunger partially at bay.

He takes of his helmet and murmurs, "Thank you kind one."

They babble at him and he nods to them, as he sits down and carefully eats the soup, it tastes so good, it's warm, hot and filled with vegtables and some kind of meat, the texture reminds him of poultry.

Then, he carefully eats the sandwhich, fruit, a bright red skinned fruit that was about half the size of his palm. He bites into it, eating half of it in one go, its sweet and crunchy and he finishes it swiftly. While the vegtables are a bright-dark green and have the taste of clorophil and growing things.

The metal can that has the metal drink is colorful, and he can tell that there is writing on it, but he doesn't read the local language, so he cracks it open how he sees the base line humans around him do and takes a sip, it fizzes and bubbles and is incredibly sweet with hints of citrus in it that is almost overwhelming, yet he's not going to let it go to waste as he finishes the whole fizzy drink in several large swigs. He carefully takes the refuse to one of the large trash bins nearby and then heads back over to the human.

"Is there a way I can help?" He asks them.

They talk to him in the local's tongue that he doesn't understand yet, before they gesture for him to help with moving some supplies, they look heavy, for a base line human.

But is easy enough for him to pick up and carry with his superior strength, he takes it to where they gesture and gently sets it down before starting to help serve base line humans in, what he hears is called a 'zoup kitchen'.

Giving food to those less fortunate is a good, kind act. One that his gene-father would be happy to participate in. One that he's happy to help with as they serve other base line humans for most of the day. He continues to help and some of the humans are almost tearful in how grateful they are for the food.

The leftovers are easily, happily handed over to the less fortunate humans who happily tote the rest of the food bags with them to other parts of this city. He helps the Zoup Kitchen staff clean up and he's happy to help.

One of the humans that is apart of the staff for the Zoup Kitchen, for some reason he feels like he should follow them. A warmth spreading in his soul as he got to watch them work and help others. Like a chain, or something looping around him and tying him to them.

It didn't feel forced, and from what he can tell of the base line human, they seem to be unaware of this strange spontaneous bond that has formed, and they don't seem as if they are a Psyker.

Several days later, and he continues to help at this Zoup Kitchen in order to have something to fill his belly with, an Ultramarine shows up and blinks at him and they talk about the State of Things, and he says goodbye to his human for a moment- he will go with the Ultramarine to the nearest base for more information, before going back to his human.

Learning about when and where they are is… quite the shock. Also, learning about how the Space Marines are from, as near as anyone can tell every when and everywhere and that… well… He wonders just how messy things might, could get with the Space Marines from before the Heresy, while those during and post Heresy have a lot of… dark, grim portents to inform the others as needed.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Gun with a s/o who carefully removes all the vegetables to the side of the plate whilst gun just tries to hold himself back from smacking them in their face and calling them weak 😭👍

Anon. This visual is majestic. I have nothing to add to this scene. Goo, however...

Gun Park x Reader: Eat your vegetables (feat Goo)

Gun's left eye twitches watching Goo push his food around.

What is fucking wrong with people and not eating their vegetables.

His movements are eerily reminiscent of yours from the evening before, where you carefully picked out your own portion of greens onto a side plate as if it hurt you to contaminate the rest of your food.

Gun didn't say anything to you, swallowing down his irritation instead. He knows which battles to pick and this isn't worth his time.

Or so he thought.

And as Goo continues to ramble on about who the fuck knows, all Gun can concentrate on are the carrots and mushrooms leftover.

Gun has watched this man gorge himself on a dozen donuts in five minutes out of spite, refusing to share. Slide all the pizza toppings into his mouth, leaving only the base. Eaten spoonfuls of sugar like a snack.

This is where Goo fucking Kim draws the line?

Vegetables?

Does he not understand nutrition? Do you not care about vitamins and minerals and treating your body like a goddamn temple? Has everyone else's palate not evolved beyond that of a five year old?

Goo is annoying enough as it is, but the fact that he plays with the food like a fucking child?

No. No.

Gun doesn't need this today. He pulls out his phone to scroll through instead. Anything to tune out this fucking blonde idiot.

In full flow and absolutely undeterred by Gun, Goo continues talking.

Reaching a crucial point of recounting last night's JJK chapter, he holds a piece of mushroom between his chopsticks, waving it around, gesticulating as he talks when-

It slips.

Shit.

Goo watches it fly in slow motion across the air, cutting a perfect path, a graceful arc-

...and with a splat, lands on Gun's hair.

Noooooo!

Goo gulps. Maybe that bastard missed it, he seems distracted enough today, maybe Goo could just somehow remove it-

Oh fuck. Is that steam coming out of Gun's ears?

Gun leaps across the table, hands ready to strangle the moron.

[ashensgrotto]

A Merfolk's Melody (Part 3)

Characters: Yan!Floyd x Reader, Yan!Jade x Reader, Yan!Azul x Reader

Word Count: 13.5k

Intro   Floyd Leech Jade Leech (You Are Here)  Azul Ashengrotto Epilogue

Synopsis: The sea always calls to those who feel lost and alone, wanting to fill the empty part of their soul until they are loved and full… and as such, it’s only fair that the strange creatures that live beneath its depths would want the same as well…

Author’s Note: Another 4-part fanfiction courtesy of @merakiui ‘s headcanon of the reader being stuck in a room/wall (I’m sorry, but I just enjoy your headcanons and they always give me these ideas) -> https://www.tumblr.com/merakiui/722393818829373440/in-addition-to-being-stuck-in-a-locked-room?source=share & https://www.tumblr.com/merakiui/722677892623056896/about-the-stuck-in-a-wall-trope-in-the-oceani?source=share

Here’s how it’s going to work: each character is going to get their own part following the intro. It is going to focus on the Octrio again (bc it’s my current liking, sorry guys). If you want to read a certain character’s part, feel free to jump around and select the one you’re most interested in. 

Again, as stated before, this is a work of fiction; I disagree with any and all behaviors that are represented in this story.

****

During your earlier days in college, you and another of your close friends had once discussed the difference between coral and mushrooms - as there were some fungi corals that lived in the coral reefs, even though they were not classified in the fungi family. You both agreed that fungi and coral played huge parts in their own ecosystems, providing both nutrition and hiding areas for the wildlife that inhabited the area around them. Both were made up of microscopic organisms - as most plants and other wildlife are - but while one shot spores, the other grew polyps on top of each other over time. 

Your friend had asked if you knew if there was a coral reef back in your childhood home - to which you responded that you weren’t sure. You had been told by someone once long ago that beyond the crashing waves of the sea outside of your family’s cabin that there were coral structures the size of Burj Khalifa - the world’s tallest building - and a few that were wider than the Aerium - the world’s widest building. Imagining the depth and how big the ocean was already a monstrous task as it is, but the knowledge that some coral was as large and as wide as two of the world’s biggest buildings was mind-blowing.

Now, a few years later as you dipped beneath the surface as the waves pulled you further into its depths, an amazing sight greeted you.

Colorful coral of all shapes, sizes, and types spread before you - elkhorn coral, fungia and pocillopora corals spread along the ocean floor as pillar and staghorn coral reached for the sky. Sun coral and sea anemones waved with the current of the tide while bubble corals and zoanthids peered out from dark crevices. The colors of neon in pink, green, teal, orange, and yellow shifted together with the darkness of the water here and there, making everything seem like a blacklight room from one of the city’s downtown clubs.

But the coral and plants weren't the only thing colorful within the dark waters.

Bright colorful fish of all shapes and sizes surrounded you from all angles - clownfish peered out from behind the sea anemone as the occasional blue or yellow tang fish passed between the coral walls alongside lionfish and butterfly fish while nudibranch slugs crept along the edges with starfish as seahorses perched among the organ pipe corals and the carnation corals. You saw banded pipefish hidden in the crevices between rock and coral while moon jelly swam out to deeper waters, their nearly opaque bodies hiding their forms in the shifting waters that crashed against the waves. Manta rays swam close to the bottom of the hidden paradise, one occasionally coming up to you and brushing along the side as your light-weight tank top fluttered in the water around you, the feeling of soft smooth skin coated in a slick film surprisingly pleasant.

The colors of the deep dazzled you - pulling you into deeper waters as you held your breath for as long as you could before your lungs would force you to the surface, gasping out deep breaths as you floated above the surface world for a few moments before diving back down to stay for as long as you could in the peaceful paradise that existed beneath the waves, amazed by everything that surrounds you. You swam along the coral beds, fingers grazing over the pieces of coral polyps as you passed - as beautiful as the structures were, you could never break a piece off. The same person from your past had warned of doing such things as a child - breaking off pieces of coral can take years to grow back, and if they are broken off consistently, the coral eventually dies. Seeing the bright beautiful healthy green coloring of the coral beneath you reminded you of that memory - a smile tugging on your lips as you dived deeper. 

Lost in thought, you didn’t even realize you had swam as deep as you did until you felt your lungs struggling to hold your breath until your sides ached. You had traveled between some coral beds and were now surrounded completely by it, the coral twisting around you like thorns on a rose bush and every time you would attempt to get through, the coral would dig into your skin - cuts forming along your arms, face, and legs. 

You looked around desperately - but there appeared to be no way out.

“Poor child…” you heard a voice then, something soft and sickly sweet that tickled your eardrum, “Poor sweet child…”

Your head turned in the direction of said voice, seeing nothing in the darkness. Fear ran along your spine as you did your best to keep calm, the anxiety eating away at you as you struggled to think of a way out as well as struggled to keep yourself from falling into exhaustion from losing oxygen.

A shadow shifted then as a pair of heterochromia eyes - one brown, one gold - peered out at you from the darkness beneath you. You watched as a figure appeared before you, their form coming into the light that shone in between the coral that surrounded you.

The figure was that of a very large creature that was half man and half fish - the pale sunlight reflecting off of his pale teal skin that was the color of sea water; his tail was long, making him approximately six or seven feet in length, and swayed with the water as he propelled himself toward you, slowly and filled with caution while his hands - which you thought may have been webbed - clenched at his sides, the claws digging into the flesh of his palms. His facial features appeared strong and sharp, eyes clear and calculating, as his lips spread in what appeared to be a friendly smile that was anything but; his dark hair - nearly the same color of his body - framed the strong features, though one long strand - nearly the color of deep seaweed green - fell over his left eye as the golden hue began to glow the closer he came to you. 

It was then that you realized you were looking at a mer - a moray mer, to be exact.

Moray eels were known to attack when provoked, but the mers were known to hunt anything that trespassed into their territory - watching from the darkness before striking unexpectedly. You had heard stories about them when you were a child - the locals believing that they typically traveled in pairs, meaning that there was likely a secondary one close by and you had to tread carefully now that one of them had found you.

The mer only smiled, teeth sharper than a shark’s gleaming in the darkness as his body began to glow; the large teal stripes that lined his hips, arms, and face began to glow in the darkness, his left gold eye nearly turning yellow as he gazed upon you.

“You seem to have a very serious problem,” the mer spoke, his voice sounding like sweet honey dripping down from a hive on a hot summer day, “... There might be something I can do to help you.”

You were beginning to slowly lose consciousness, the edges of your vision fading into darkness as you struggled to stay awake - to stay aware. The mer seemed to sense this as he drifted even closer, slipping through the water like a water snake as he stopped in front of you, looking down as his smirk grew wider. The moray mer’s features were now mere inches from your face, his webbed hands closing in to cup your face in between his palms before he pulled your face up to look at him, your body slowly becoming numb as your eyes drifted closed - the oxygen nearly out.

Something soft and surprisingly warm pressed against your lips before a sudden rush of air filled your lungs. 

Your chest heaved as your eyes snapped open to see the mer pressing his lips to yours, pulling the water out and breathing for the both of you as the gills behind his finned ears fluttered with the current. You pressed your hands against his chest, trying and failing to push him away before one hand moved to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him as his other hand tangled into your hair, keeping your head still as he pressed his lips harder against yours - no longer breathing for you, but kissing you. You felt his long tail curl around your legs, keeping you trapped within his hold.

When he pulled away, his pupils had dilated; hunger reflecting within them.

“I saved your life, little pearl,” he whispered, “and now… I will take something from you as payment.”

You struggled, wanting nothing more to do with the mer that now wrapped completely around you.

However, the moray pulled you down into the depths of the coral enclosure, pressing the front of your against a large stone with one hand on your shoulders and the other holding your hands together above your head. You held your newfound breath between your lips before cool lips pressed against the nape of your neck, drawing the skin into the mer’s mouth as he lapped and sucked on it like a newborn babe. You shuddered with every lap of his tongue and whimpered with every nip that you barely registered his hands releasing you before something dug on either side of your neck, deep enough to draw blood.

You cried out, bubbles escaping from your lips before the mer pressed his lips against yours again, breathing for you as he turned you to face him - webbed hands and claws creating small cuts in the fabric of your cotton capris before the fabric was removed along with your bottoms. You threw your head back as one thumb rubbed circles against your entrance - a musty-sweet odor slipping into the salty waters around you before something fleshy and hot pressed against it. You mewled as the mer flicked over your entrance, slipping one, then two fingers within - thrusting them in and out at a leisurely pace as the glowing on his body increased, his eyes never leaving yours. You whimpered softly, one hand reaching out and clasping onto his dark hair, his eyes closing and humming against you as a fire began to build in your thighs and lower belly - threatening to consume you as your body twitched with want.

As he worked you over and over, you shuddered and groaned, arching your back away from the stone as your muscles clenched. He pulled away after a few moments, the loss of contact making your body grasp at nothing. You whimpered in need before something long, thick, and rigid rub between your legs.

“Ah… mine,” the moray mer sighed as he bared his teeth at you in a mocking grin, grabbing a hold of your ankles and pushing them into your chest as he leaned against you, moving his hips and rubbing himself against you, “Mine… my precious little pearl… Do you know what you’ve done to me?”

You can only quiver in response as he leans close, his nose nearly touching yours as his length continues to tease you, making your insides squirm with anticipation.

“How long I’ve waited for you, little pearl,” he brushes his nose against yours, his voice soft and sugary-sweet, “I’ve waited over six years… six years for you to come back to me. And now that you’re here… I can never let you go.”

Then, you feel him thrust hard and fast inside you, pushing your stomach into your throat as a silent cry leaves your mouth. The mer is merciless against you, pressing you hard into the stone beneath you and keeping a firm grip on your ankles as he pounds into you, each thrust making the precious air that still exists within you leave in the form of tiny bubbles from your mouth and nose. 

He presses his lips to yours again as his eyes close, breathing for the both of you again before pulling away to lavish at your neck, his tongue flicking over the scratches he made as you feel something rise up and down from your skin. Both of your chests heave together, the pounding of your hearts argue in your rib cages as he presses his lips against yours, no longer breathing as his thrusts become more urgent. He releases his grip on your ankles and hauls you up by your waist, moving your position around so you may settle onto his lap, your thighs resting on either side of his hips as he presses deeper into your core.

The change caused you to gasp again, feeling him practically nudge into your stomach. The mer slows, allowing to adjust to this new position as he kisses your features - your forehead, your nose, eyelids, brows, cheeks, and lips - as if he is completely worshiping you.

“Sweet, precious little pearl…” he whispers, snapping his hips in urgency against you after a few moments, “Let me lay you… keep them safe for me, for us…”

You whimper softly, a name long forgotten now bubbling forward, “J-Jade…”

Jade lets out a low growl in response, thrusting hard and fast against you, “That’s r-right, little pearl… my precious (Y/N)...”

You let out a cry as your entrance grips onto Jade’s member, the muscles in your lower body spamming wildly as something thick and heavy slips between your legs.

Jade presses his forehead in the juncture between your neck and shoulder, his breath caressing your skin, billowing the tank top you’re still wearing, gasping, “...not enough, little pearl. Not enough, yet…”

***

Jade has carried you to his corner of the shadows, curled beside you as you laid on his bed of seaweed surrounded by coral. His hand cups your cheek and follows the curve of your cheekbones before pressing another kiss to your lips and resting his forehead against yours. 

It had been years since he had last seen you - the two of you plus his twin had been thick as thieves, frolicing along the shore lines and had taught you to swim. He had gathered many pieces of coral during that time and presented them to you when you all met up each and every day - the giggles that slipped past your lips making him smile with pride and puffed out his chest like a seagull. Eventually though, those days of spending time with one another along the shores became fewer and fewer. 

Floyd had moved on, now more interested in antagonizing Azul verses waiting on the rocky shoreline for you to come out to play - but Jade was more patient than his twin, his tail swaying with anticipation along with the tide as he watched from his spot on the rocks, his heterochromia eyes never straying from the shoreline. Eventually, his patience thinned to the thickness of a thread, going to Azul to test out his latest potion that would allow him to take on the form of a human for an hour. He headed into the village, searching high and low for your family. One of the village members had been kind enough to explain that your family had moved to the nearest city where you had been accepted into college.

Jade felt his heart break. There was no way he could follow you - and even if he did, how would he find you?

Azul noticed his sour mood upon his return, the typical Jade he knew would never lounge on the rocks among the coral like his brother did unless something happened. Jade had stayed silent about what he had heard on the surface above - merely going through his life day by day as the heartache festered and grew within, making him irritable - once snapping at Floyd which made the younger of the two surprised. It didn’t take long after that incident that Jade decided to move away to another part of the coral city, hiding within the darkness of the crevices as thoughts of you consumed him day and night.

He was about ready to give up on himself when you came swimming back into his life - quite literally. 

Jade tucked his head under your chin, arms wrapping around your waist as he hummed. Tomorrow, he would go to Azul to find a potion to make you more like him… even threaten the octomer with becoming fish bait if he refused.

But, for now… Jade was content to have you in his arms, back in his life. His precious little pearl…

[girlactionfigure]

⚠️ SATURDAY after Shabbat - ISRAEL REALTIME - Connecting to Israel in Realtime

( after Shabbat summary report #3 )

📌 HEZBOLLAH ROCKET ATTACK kills 11+ children, ages 10-20, critically and seriously injured: 34+ mostly children, in Majdal Shams - north Golan Druze city.

.. IDF Spox: "All the murdered are children. (Number increased to 11)  According to the investigation, it was a single rocket that was launched and the warning was too short.”

.. Among the dead are four brothers from the same family.

.. (Really?) The UN Force in Lebanon UNIFIL: "We are in contact with the authorities in Lebanon and Israel regarding the incident in Majdal Shams, in an effort to keep the peace.”

🔹DRUZE STATEMENT.. The head of the Druze community, Sheikh Mwapak Trif (sorry if error in name translation): "We are in great shock at the terrible massacre in this brutal terror attack. A functional country cannot allow continued harm to its citizens. It crosses every possible red and black line.”

🔹ARAB MEDIA.. Lebanese media emphasize that in Israel there is "significant incitement" among senior Israeli officials regarding a powerful response against Hezbollah in Lebanon.

🔹PM.. to depart US basically as quick as can be organized with the delegation, within a few hours.

🔹LEBANESE DRUZE demand an investigation.. Wiam Vahab, the Druze-Lebanese politician who is considered close to Hezbollah, tweeted incisively: "Our blood is not cheap, we demand an independent investigation.  There are 200,000 Druze in Lebanon.

🔹US SAYS.. American officials to Israeli media: The Biden administration is very concerned that what happened in Majdal Shams in the Golan will lead to an all-out war between Israel and Hezbollah.

▪️PROTESTS - ANTI-GOVT.. large Tel Aviv Kaplan protest - “elections now, free the hostages now”.  Large but smaller than previous weeks.

🩸BLOOD DONATION REQUEST.. MDA says over 100 units of blood used for injured in the attack, calls for blood donations.  Here’s where (change the date to tomorrow) -> https://www.mdais.org/blood-donation

♦️Report in Lebanon IDF Air Force began an intense wave of flights over Beirut, Sidon, Tripoli. (???)

♦️IDF AIRSTRIKE on Shabbat in Balata, Shechem, Samaria.  Terror cell hit, commander killed.  During further battles, 2 terrorists eliminated, 21 wounded.

⭕ JENIN.. Shooting by terrorists at the Al-Jalama checkpoint, north of the city of Jenin, on Shabbat day.  Then shooting at Israeli town of Shaker, across the green line.

🔅EMERGENCY PREP - THE BASICS

🔅via ISRAEL REALTIME - Connecting the World to Israel in Realtime

A number of people responded to a few scary-ish articles “well what am I supposed to do?”

Basic preparation:

.. Drinking water.  Buy some bottled water, 9 liters per person.

.. Washing / flushing water.  Have a few buckets  or a bunch of used water bottles, to wash or flush with - fill buckets when emergency starts.

.. Medicine.  If you take chronic medicine (every day), take the 3 month supply from your Kupah.

.. Money.  Have cash on hand in case ATM’s and credit cards aren’t working.

.. Food.  Canned, dry, etc, supplies on hand for a week.  Baby food? Formula? Special nutrition? Pet food?

.. Light.  Flash lights, candles. 

.. Shelter.  Make sure it is ready.

More here -> Supplies and Equipment for Emergencies.  https://www.oref.org.il/12490-15903-en/pakar.aspx

❗️EMERGENCY PLANNING

Links to prepare for greater conflict.  Note many of the links work on in Israel, to view from outside use a VPN (special app or program that lets you appear somewhere else on the internet).

.. Preparing your home for an emergency.  https://www.oref.org.il/12490-15902-en/Pakar.aspx

.. Help Prep your Neighborhood and Family Elderly.  https://www.oref.org.il/12550-20999-en/pakar.aspx

.. Know the Emergency numbers:

Police 100 emergency, 110 non-urgent situation

Ambulance 101

Medics 1221

Fire 102

Electric Company 103

Home Front Command 104

City Hotline 106

Senior Citizen Hotline *8840

Social Services Hotline 118

Cyber (hack) Hotline 119

🔸 MENTAL HEALTH HOTLINES, in case you are freaking out:

.. in English : Tikva Helpline by KeepOlim, call if you are struggling!  074-775-1433.

.. in Hebrew : Eran Emotional Support Line - 1201 or chat via eran.org.il

[jillianfahey]

Bad Batch Crosshair - Modern AU (Sudden)

Lyni was nervous, and Crosshair didn't blame her. Ever since Destroy nearly attacked her in broad daylight she'd been jumpy. And now they'd been called into the police station with Riyo Churchi (Fox's lawyer fiance.) And they were waiting for what they were to be told.

The sound of tapping was all the sound that was in the small waiting room, and Crosshair took Lynis hand which was quietly tapping out a rhythm only she could hear. Interlocking her fingers with his Lyni took his support. And still they waited.

Finally Lyni and Riyo were called into the office, but Crosshair was made to wait outside. Taking a deep breath Lyni released his hand and followed Riyo in before the door closed. That was the only sound besides the ticking of a clock that went to five minutes, fifteen minutes, half an hour, an hour, two.

Time stretched out. Until at the two and a half hour mark the door opened, letting Lyni out of it. Crosshair was immediately on his feet, and at her fearful look opened his arms. Lyni quickly crossed to him before burying her face into his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist. Holding on to her, he looked over at Ryio who answered his silent question, "Mother Talzan wants us to trade Lyni in exchange for the prisoners that she's holding."

Anger welled in his chest, "That bitch was told where to stick it right?"

Riyo only sighed, "Higher ups are considering taking their offer." Patting Lyni's back, "I'll see you in a few days." Then seeming to think something else needed to be added, "We'll find a way to beat this." WIth that she left the young woman clutching Crosshair like he was a lifeline.

*****

Crosshair could never remember afterward just how he got her to move positions so they could head home. Her apartment was closer and he left Lyni to sink onto the couch before heading into her room to grab a blanket that he wrapped securely around her shoulders.

As he pulled away she grabbed his hand, "Crosshair," swallowing hard, "if there is paperwork that makes it so you have the twins, would you sign it?"

He nodded, "Of course Lyni."

Lyni smiled at that answered, "I'll make book to let you know what to expect at each stage of growth." He opened his mouth to protest, "There will also be a nutrition list and what to do when Brutal sheds layers off of his horns to let the new ones grow..."

"I won't need that Lyni," Crosshair finally broke in, "because you'll be here."

Her eyes were tearful, "You don't know my mother Cross. She won't stop until she has me back." Leaning back into the couch, "I can't decide if knowing you has made this better or worse." Waving her hand between them, "This, our ability to adjust to each other and have respect, is why I would have chosen you for my mate." Then with her shoulders slumping as he blinked in shock, "You don't have to say no, it not as if you could ever feel that way about someone like me."

Taking her hands, "But I do Lyni." She looked at him, "I would choose you to be my mate because you give me the reason to try. You were the one who pulled me out of a spiral and let me believe in myself again." Before he could think of what he was saying, "Will you marry me?"

Tears ran down Lyni's face, "Yes Cross." Cupping his face, "If you are serious about it."

Kissing her palm, "I have never been more serious in my life."

Hugging him she moved to sit on his lap, "Then we are going to be life mates." Pressing her forehead against his she let out a contented purr.

Smiling at her, "I love you too Lyni." And if the now engaged couple let themselves have a few kisses on that couch, no one was around to judge.

************************************************************************

Yes, a crisis made it so that they confessed to each other. Hopefully a marriage will make a green card.

[the-fiction-witch]

Care

Media Pinnochio

Character Lampwick (Age up)

Couple Lampwick X Reader

Rating Sweet

I sat under the village's stone bridge doing my best to huddle away from the cold, and the rain it was soon to become sleet and likely snow by morning, My clothes were dirty and wet, my whole body shivering, numb from the cold. 

I looked up at the dark grey sky, the rain endless without a cloud break to be seen, the ocean attacking the tall wall between the village and the beach, I started to worry if I would even make it through the night. 

"Lampwick?"

I glanced up honestly kinda expecting it to be the grim master to take me away to a dark cold place, but it was an angel. Y/n Y/l/n from the sewing shop in town, was the seamstress assistant often to be found turning hems, pinning shirts and stocking ribbons. 

She was on her bike in her long green dress and black fluffy coat and hat she was looking over the bridge at me 

"Ohh Hi Y/n" I shivered 

She moved down the bridge and came around the side holding her dress to not get it in the mud or water "What on earth are you doing?"

"Uhh trying not to get rained on" 

"Why aren't you at home?"

"Well... I uhhh"

"You do have a home don't you?" 

"Uhh I have a boat. That I sleep under"

"A Boat?"

"Yes."

"Where's the boat now?"

"Under the waves"

"Come on" she said fixing her bike a little 

"What?"

"Come on" she snapped patting her bike seat

"Uhhh okay" I nodded rushing out from the bridge and climbing onto her bike with her and she scampered off through the village until we arrived at her little cottage house she smiled and climbed off helping me to climb off the bike with her, she let me follow her in and she wrapped a blanket around me as she sorted some things "You're too kind to me"

"Well I can't leave you" she said "You're a sweet thing lamp wick even if you misbehave" she giggled 

"I wouldn't misbehave if I didn't have to"

"I know, well how about I take care of you for a while till you get a little more on your feet"

"You don't have to do that"

"well I want to" She smiled as she finished lighting the fire 

"You sure?"

"Of course"

"I promise I'll rep-" I began 

"Lampwick. don't worry yourself" she said 

"Okay" I nodded pulling the blanket tighter to warm me up 

She put some water on the fire and started making some food, after a while she took the water off the fire and poured it into a large wooden bathtub "Go on" she smiled

"Really?"

"Yep go on,"

I smiled and stripped off climbing into the hot water at first it kinda hurt my numb body but slowly it warmed almost like I needed to be defrosted she gave me a rag and some soap and I gave myself a good clean as I honestly don't really remember the last time I had a proper bath, she took my clothes and washed them up giving some items small repairs before hanging them by the fire on a wooden close horse  

"When you're finished lampwick dinner's ready" she smiled 

"Ohh, what about clothes?"

"Uhhh your shirt is about dry, and your undies. that'll do for dinner and bed" She smiled fetching them for me

"You're too good to me" I smiled climbing out and getting dry getting into my warm clean clothes she gave me some food and we sat down to dinner together the hot food filled my stomach with both nutrition and warmth, once dinner was done I tried to help her with the dishes  but she pushed me away and let me get cosy in bed with a soft fresh pillow and blanket 

"Cosy?" she asks as she finishes with the dishes coming to tuck me in a little more

"You don't have to be so nice to me"

"Well I want to take care of you" she smiled giving my head a kiss "Go on get some sleep your safe and warm here I promise" 

"What about you?"

"Don't worry about me"

"Y/n come on, come to bed"

"Alright" she smiled she threw a couple of extra logs on the fire and packed things away locking up the house and changing into her little nightie  "Make some room" she smiled climbing into the bed we had to move and adjust a little till we cuddled up with the blankets wrapped around us tightly 

"Thank you so much for taking care of me y/n"

"You're welcome Lampwick" she smiled giving me a soft little kiss "Come on let's get some sleep"

"Okay, goodnight y/n"

"Goodnight lampwick" she smiled before blowing out the candle 

[relicsongmel]

Ok enough vague loredumping in tags it's time to properly introduce y'all to my wacky and wonderful crowd of non self-insert OCs (intro to my self-inserts and the basics of my OC canon can be found here).

So let's start with the Anderson sisters, aka Sylvia and Denise's moms!

(reference images made using Picrew and Love Nikki)

Martha Goldwood

Gender: female (she/her)

Orientation: pansexual

Birthday: June 25th

Height: 5'7

Hair color: light blonde

Eye color: green

Color scheme: wide variety but purples, greens, and blues are most common

Ethnicity: Unovan

Interests: Pokemon battling, traveling, skiing, photography, baking, gardening/botany, swimming*, boating

Fashion sense is similar to her daughters'—romantic and feminine but not overly elaborate or impractical. Almost always wears at least 1 clothing garment/accessory that has flowers or floral patterns

Born in Icirrus City to parents Rosemary and Henry Anderson; lived there until leaving to become a Pokemon Trainer in her late teens due to dissatisfaction with her quiet life at home

Met her husband Roger Goldwood (a musician and aspiring composer) while visiting Driftveil City and convinces him to take a journey of his own. The two travel to many regions together and grow quite close as a result

Married Roger at age 26 and moved with him to Nuvema Town; their daughter Sylvia was born when she was 27

When they were both 28 her husband passes away due to drowning in the Abyssal Ruins in search of clues pertaining to the Mythical Pokemon Meloetta. His partner Samurott swims back home from Undella Bay to bring his body to Martha, then passes away from grief a few days after. Martha is quite grief-stricken herself and traumatized to the point that she can no longer bring herself to swim in the sea anymore, but she doesn't want her daughter to grow up fearing the ocean he loved. She continues to take Sylvia to Nuvema's shoreline to swim and go on boating trips as he once dreamed of doing with her, but she keeps Roger's true cause of death hidden from her to shield her daughter from experiencing trauma where her father wanted her to experience joy. Sylvia spends two decades believing her father died when she was very young of a "mysterious illness."

Becomes a florist after her husband's passing after receiving many sympathy flowers from friends/neighbors and gaining an appreciation for how floral arrangements can convey emotion and meaning

Noticed Sylvia's interest in music at an early age and fostered it by signing her up for music lessons, initially piano and singing but this eventually expanded to multiple other instruments. She encouraged her musical development after she noticed how performing onstage helped her daughter become less shy and more confident, and was overjoyed that Roger's "little songbird" inherited his gift.

As Sylvia started to develop burnout from music Martha suggested she take a Pokemon journey for a change of pace, as she once did when she was her age, but not before much deliberation as raising Sylvia was one of her biggest solaces after losing her husband. Even though she expected it, she has to fight to suppress the rising wave of grief when her daughter chooses Oshawott as her first Pokemon.

Personality: introverted as a child/adolescent but grew up to be more ambiverted as an adult, nurturing, secretive, loyal to loved ones to the point of self-detriment

Notable Pokemon: Serperior, Florges

Jennifer Anderson-Hitoki

Gender: female (she/her)

Orientation: bisexual

Birthday: August 9th

Height: 5'5

Hair color: blonde

Eye color: green

Color scheme: mostly pinks, whites, and yellows with occasional oranges and reds

Ethnicity: Unovan

Interests: Pokemon nutrition and hygiene, traveling, hiking, biking, skiing, baking, mythology, teaching

Fashion is practical and upbeat, professional but with a bit of a sporty touch. Shares her daughter's distaste for unneeded flourish unless it's for a deliberate purpose

Born 4 years after Martha and raised in Icirrus City along with her; spent a lot of time at the local Pokemon Fan Club where she fell in love with the art of raising Pokemon. Left home at age 10 to become a professional Pokemon Breeder

Despite some setbacks she was quite successful and traveled the world competing in various events for Pokemon Breeders at the regional, national, and even worldwide level. Her biggest rival was Ryuji Hitoki from Goldenrod City, who outcompeted her every time they met until she finally triumphed over him in a competition known as the Pokemon Breeders' World Cup

Despite their rivalry Jen has a lot of respect for Ryu and vice versa; they fell in love slowly but surely and moved to Ecruteak City after their engagement. Jen was 23 on her wedding day and 25 when her daughter Denise was born

Retained influence in the Pokemon Breeder scene even after leaving the world stage—she opened a store to sell her original blend of Pokemon food and other care products, and does occasional traveling to give seminars to aspiring Trainers/Breeders

Her marriage grew unstable throughout Denise's childhood, initially due to differing opinions on how to raise her/her future (particularly whether she would follow in her parents' footsteps), but the arguments escalated and started to extend to other things as well. Eventually Ryuji had enough and left on another journey without a word, effectively abandoning his wife and daughter. 35 year-old Jen is heartbroken, confused and angry but tries to keep up a cheerful facade for her daughter's sake (and because she blames her temperamental side for driving her husband away). Unfortunately this only serves to infuriate Denise, then 10 years old, because she perceives it as her mother lying to her/denying reality, is biased toward Ryu because he was her primary caregiver and thus she won't blame him (well. not yet at least) and is also too young and hurt to blame herself. Jen spends the next 3 years struggling to navigate a strained relationship with her daughter and the new challenges of single motherhood while desperately trying to manage her own grief.

After giving up hope for Ryu's return she decides to move to Aspertia City to start a new life without him and to be a little closer to her older sister and niece, taking her daughter with her. Denise is once again furious because she sprung this on her without warning and views it as her mother taking her away from her friends/home for her own selfish reasons. Jen initially tries to rectify things but due to repeatedly trying and failing to effectively communicate with her daughter, she instead decides it's best to give Denise the space she needs to adjust and hope she eventually comes around (even if it means she spends 5 years barely leaving her room and basically only leaving the house to go to the library). They only interact when necessary, and when they do it usually ends with Denise getting angry and Jen feeling guilty and doubting her capabilities as a parent. This pattern continues up until Denise leaves on her own journey after turning 18.

After moving to Aspertia City she gets a job teaching at the city's Pokemon Trainers' School. Teaching the young students about Pokemon and helping them grow was a large source of comfort for her in the wake of her rather bleak family situation.

Personality: charmingly extroverted, tenacious, impatient, very blunt about her likes and dislikes

Notable Pokemon: Ninetales, Zebstrika

Random fun facts/lore

Due to Icirrus' City's close proximity to Dragonspiral Tower, a place of great importance in Unovan myth, Martha and Jennifer grew up listening to their parents retelling stories of the legendary Reshiram and Zekrom and the twin heroes that wielded their power; whenever they return to their hometown for holidays/festivals their daughters hear the same tales. As such all four have at least a mild interest in mythology; Jen loved Ecruteak because its reverence for its legendary Pokemon felt familiar to her and the myths surrounding them piqued her interest.

I shorten Jennifer to "Jen" a lot because it's convenient it's the name she asks most people call her; however, Martha and Martha alone has the privilege of calling her little sister "Jenny." Jen calls her older sister "Marthie."

Cedric Juniper was neighbors with Rosemary and Henry, and he was the one who gave the Anderson sisters their starter Pokemon. His daughter Aurea was also very good friends with the girls; Martha and Roger moved to Nuvema partly because it was just after she had established her laboratory there as Unova's new Pokemon Professor (the other reason was that Roger wanted to move somewhere near the ocean so he could have easy access to his father's old boat). Aurea was also the one who suggested to Jen that Denise go on a Pokemon journey to ease her depression and get to know Unova a little better.

Martha met her Florges—then a Flabébé—a few weeks after she started working at Nuvema's flower shop, where she walked to work one day to find a Pokemon she had never seen before admiring the store's outdoor floral displays. The Pokemon came back to visit multiple times before Martha eventually befriended and caught her; she's now her partner who keeps all her flowers vibrant and healthy. Flabébé took a shine to baby Sylvia and grew up alongside her, and it was through their relationship that Martha taught Sylvia how to look after Pokemon. Little Sylvia also loved to visit them at work and often bombarded her mom with questions about plants, which Martha always thought was adorable (though a little distracting).

Sylvia believing Roger died of a "mysterious illness" is actually a holdover from before I had figured out his true cause of death lmao. I wasn't nearly as meticulous with details about the girls' parents as I am now (they're a lot more interesting to me now that I'm older), but I knew I wanted him out of the picture for the Drama™ so I just made up an easy explanation and called it a day haha

Ninetales is Jennifer’s most prized and recognizable Pokemon, and the one that led her to victory in the Pokemon Breeders’ World Cup. She’s known Denise since she was born and has always been very close with her; Denise often stims by running her fingers through Ninetales’ fur. During Denise’s depressive period, Ninetales keeps her company up in her room and comforts her after she has fights with her mom. Jen's design and character is also loosely inspired by Ninetales with the pigtails and her "fiery" temperament.

Out of all the girls' parents Martha in her prime was the strongest Trainer, though Ryuji eventually reaches her level while being a deadbeat training to gain the strength to seek out Legendary Pokemon. She's strong enough to hold her own even against her daughter and niece and would be a strong contender for a Gym Leader if she battled more consistently, but she doesn't have much interest in doing so.

Jen is incredibly lucky that Team Plasma wasn't as prominent when she was a child because she would have been VERY susceptible to their propaganda—she loved Pokemon but used to hate Pokemon battles, as she couldn't stand seeing Pokemon in pain and with their fur all dirty from being repeatedly hit by moves. Even after she had Pokemon of her own, it took her quite a long time to accept that battling can be a source of joy and enrichment for them, and it's her responsibility as a Breeder to engage them with the activities they enjoy in order to raise them to be happy and healthy. She does come around eventually though, and she especially loves seeing a Pokemon's happy smile after winning a match.

Denise was in a very precarious position mental health-wise after her confrontation with Team Plasma (re: almost being frozen to death twice and developing PTSD after the Opelucid City attack), and she spent a few months back home to stabilize a little before resuming her travels. Jen put in a lot of effort to help her get back on her feet; she did lots of searching to help her daughter find a therapist she liked, particularly one who could help her repair her relationship with her Glaceon (who evolved in Opelucid City due to the freezing energy of the indestructible ice and Dena couldn't even look at her without suffering painful flashbacks). Their mother-daughter relationship was starting to heal by this point but Jen called Martha for backup just in case. She visited Aspertia City for a few weeks to help look after her niece while her sister was at work, and was someone Denise could talk to about things she didn't feel comfortable telling her mom yet. They had many conversations about grief, depression, and feeling overshadowed by family members (Jen was more spoiled than her older sister and grew up to be quite successful, while Sylvia was a musical prodigy who became Unova's hero and Denise has mixed feelings on being compared to her so often; she adores Syl but wants to be recognized as her own person rather than "Sylvia's cousin" or someone who reminds people of "that Trainer from two years ago"). Denise was very grateful for Martha's guidance/support and gave her a Shiny Stone as thanks, which is how she was able to evolve her Floette into Florges.

The scenario for how Ryu re-enters Jen and Denise's life keeps getting reworked because his character has evolved a lot over the years and I am an indecisive bitch so idk exactly how he returns, but I can say that Jennifer is rightfully furious with him for how his leaving nearly drove a permanent wedge between her and her daughter, and how much he hurt both of them (especially Denise). Jen wouldn't cut him off completely because Denise, despite her own anger (which is a whole other can of worms but that's another post for another day), just wants to heal her broken family for the sake of the little girl who wanted her dad back, but she would make it quite clear that she wants to file for divorce because she can't love him the same way after what he's done. She'd likely also change her last name back to just "Anderson."

Speaking of things that are a work in progress, sometime post-BW2 arc Martha gets remarried to a woman named Laurel Gropius, who's N's long-lost mother and a new-ish OC of mine (she's also briefly mentioned in what is currently the only fic on my AO3 which can be found here). The funny thing though is that since N is also Sylvia's love interest in my canon, Laurel is technically both her stepmom AND mother in law but don't worry about it (this family tree is far from the weirdest in fiction but it has some pretty funny quirks to it. Like Ghetsis being N's Actual Biological Father due to an incredibly Specific and Convoluted and Altogether Fucked Up Series Of Events but again. Another post)

Currently Jen does not have any other romantic partners after divorcing Ryu in the canon timeline, but in my Paldea AU she has a bit of a Situationship with Raifort. I really really want it to end wholesomely because the idea of Raifort as Denise's stepmom brings me SO much joy but I'm also addicted to the Toxic Yuri of it all soooo. Inconclusive but I do have a little ramble about them here for those interested.

And that's all for now! If you made it this far thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed reading about The Moms Ever <3333

[absurdbootlegs]

Hey Kitty

Type: bootleg Hello Kitty tamagotchi

Made by: Pureeeni (alternately styled “PureEeni”), based in Wotford, UK.

Availability: Released November 24, 2020 on Amazon (based on the Pureeeni Facebook page, which was set up earlier that same day). It is no longer available.

About: The packaging for the Hey Kitty is a pretty shameless ripoff of the packaging of the officially licensed 2020 Hello Kitty Tamagotchi.

Above is a direct comparison between the two (h/t to @bootlegpals for the Hey Kitty box; they have a whole post on this knockoff here). The packaging is almost the same, except for the replaced header/logo section, generic Kitty wearing a green bow, and green bow replacing the red bow in the upper right hand corner.

The case of the Hey Kitty is also clearly ripped from the Hello Kitty tama. The generic green-bow kitty replaces Hello Kitty at the top, the scale and positioning of the pixel art images are off compared to the real version. Some pixel art images have been replaced. For example, a Space Invader sprite replaces a bumblebee. The product image and the video from their Amazon (posted below) both show that the gameplay is just the Bunny ROM. According to an Amazon review from Saudi Arabia, the screen is super low-quality and forms bubbles.

Online discussions about this bootleg:

YouTube review

Reddit Thread

Official Description (emphasis added by me):

[source]

The Best-Selling Toy in the World Since 1996 is Back! Original Hey Kitty Tamagotchi Next-Gen Virtual Pet

Now back by overwhelming popular demand, the universe's most nostalgic game console, now in a sturdier shape and brighter colors. This next-Gen Hey Kitty Tamagotchi virtual pet is worth a thousand words and a marvelous game for kids and grown-ups alike. Nourish your pet character, look after it, and keep it in a mint, pristine condition. While exploring the wonderful Tamagotchi realm.

WHAT IS TAMAGOTCHI? Hey Kitty Tamagotchi is a portable, virtual pet game that has 4 buttons you can press to perform various activities and navigate through the game. You can feed your Tamagotchi pet, clean after it, play games with it, and look after it when it's sick. The game is extremely easy, and interactive.

ULTIMATE GIFT: Perfect present for that special person, share a piece of your childhood, a tangible nostalgic memory as a token of your love. Put a big, radiant smile on your loved one face by gifting them this retro gaming console. It doesn't get more unique than this.

INCREASE YOUR KID��S SELF ESTEEM: Immerse your kid into a healthy feeling of self-worth by introducing your child to two things: Success and achievement. Hey Kitty Tamagotchi game teaches your kid how to become responsible, take care of the virtual pet, and grant him or her instant results and a sense of achievement by keeping the Tamagotchi character healthy.

REVISIT YOUR PRECIOUS CHILDHOOD MEMORIES: Create some lovely brand-new memories while immersing in waves of fun and nostalgia. Our Next-Gen Tamagotchi retro console has all the ingredients for hours of meaningful entertainment just like old times.

GAME INSTRUCTIONS

FEED YOUR PET: There are three types of food, and your pet's weight increases 10 grams after each meal.

PET'S NUTRITION: You can feed your character meals 4 times a day maximum, and give it snacks 10times during the day. Water is essential too, 10 times a day at most.

SOOTHING MELODY: Enter the game. And enjoy the famous Tamagotchi melody. You can share the song with your pet to make it happy.

SCISSOR/FIST/RAG GAME: Forget Rock, Paper, scissors. We're playing scissor, fist, rag - a whole new exciting game experience. Press A key to choose the mode, then press B to submit your choice and enjoy.

DANCING MODE: When taken good care of, your pet can start dancing with all kinds of moves. However, if it gets in its angry state, it will decline your command until you feed the little monster.

CLEANING AFTER YOUR PET: Just like a regular pet, it can have a bowel movement now and then. Just clean after it to keep it happy. It'll feel 30 Grams lighter afterward.

HEALING ONJECTION: Give your pet character a medicine injection when it's feeling sick.

CHECK YOUR PROGRESS: Press A to check the index of food and your pet's health state.

SLEEP: It'll need its fair share of rest to stay healthy and in good shape.

SHOUTING ALERT: When your pet needs your assisting, an alarm will go off to alert you of the situation.

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[jukebox-arts]

Another Ch 8 snippet

It's my birthday, i do what I want, so have another section of chapter 8 cuz this one's a bit beefy:

“What in Azil’s shell is this?”

Neither brother knew what they were looking at for a moment aside from massively overgrown shrubs and climbers that had won the battle against whatever was underneath them, the clearing full to bursting with foliage and creeping vines twisting in and out of tree branches and structures of metal and rope that must have served a purpose before the plant Armageddon arrived. Jenn herself seemed perturbed as they arrived at the edge of the leafy wall after a few minutes of trekking through the forest at her behest, one hand rubbing the back of her head confusedly. “Well, it was my training course,” she answered after a moment, Moon feeling more confused than before. “I knew I forgot something when I got home.”

“Training course?” the navy bot inquired. Beside him, Sun kne;t down and grabbed a leaf from the dense cloud of green wrapping around their feet, giving it a gentle squeeze and finding it plush and bouncy.

“Uh, yeah.” Even the human found her words hard to believe for a moment.

“Training for what?”

Casting a glance at the nosey blue robot, Jenn raised a brow. “Well, unlike you I have to actually maintain my fitness levels.” Moon’s eyes glinted brightly at her sarcasm. “Don’t let the overgrowth fool you,” she added on, kneeling next to Sun and pulling a coil of greenery out of the ground with little resistance. “Trusslin is a very fast growing plant, leave it be long enough and it’ll overtake an area in a matter of weeks. I must have forgotten to come trim it back.”

“It’s soft,” Sun commented, adding the data to his collection of plants.

“Ain’t it?” she mused, grabbing another handful.

“Why not just get rid of it?” Moon wondered, tilting his head while studying one of the overgrown structures.

“Cuz it happens that a carpet of trusslin is really great for breaking falls,” Jenn replied, standing up and pressing a leaf against Moon’s face, causing him to lean away. The leaf dropped onto his shoulder, causing him to pick it up and pause, rubbing it between his fingers; the leaves were velvety and gave way slightly, as if they were little pillows of air that had deflated just a tad. “It’s not gonna stop you from eating shekt if you fall from too high, but I’ve avoided quite a few broken bones because of this stuff. Grows like crazy if it’s light enough and forms natural curls in the stems that tangle together like a net. Just, uh…” She waved her hand over the mess. “Gotta keep up on pruning.”

Taking the leaf from Moon, who was done playing with the plant scrap, Sun squished it between his fingers, trying to contain a giggle. “What do you do with the trimmings?” he wondered, lifting the leaf toward his brother’s face, causing him to lean away slightly.

“Uh…” Thinking for a moment, Jenn counted with her fingers. “Compost, fodder, mulch… there’s no nutritional value unfortunately, and it doesn’t taste like anything, but you can dry them and they stay puffy and soft so I like to use the unbroken ones as scrub pads sometimes, otherwise they’re great padding for pillows and stuff.”

Grabbing Sun’s wrist and shooting him a glare when the leaf returned to his personal bubble, Moon snatched it from his brother’s grasp and dropped it out of reach; Sun only grinned mischievously back at him. “So I’m guessing if we want to use this stuff, we need to cull the overgrowth?” he asked as his other hand moved to stop Sun from putting a vine on his head.

“Unfortunately,” Jenn sighed, turning to face them. “I’ll get a bag and my trimmers and be right back.”

She’d barely left their line of sight before something soft came into swift contact with Moon’s temple–or it tried to at least, before he’d snatched it mid-arc, incidentally crushing the object in his hand. Wet grass wasn’t his favorite scent, but that was far less important than the sound of Sun’s amused snickering. “Quit it,” the darker bot warned, catching the quick motion of Sun plucking another leaf from the overgrowth. “What’re you doing?”

In response, Sun tossed the leaf at his face, causing him to swat it away.

“Sun!” Moon took a step toward his brother, intending to stop him from grabbing anything else to mess with.

Pftb.

They both paused, looking down. Moon lifted his foot, revealing a crushed trusslin leaf that had all of the air force out of it suddenly.

Sun choked back a snicker, chest quivering.

Moon bit the inside of his lip to keep back a laugh of his own, how voice warbling as he tried to keep it in. “Sun–Sun that’s not–” A grinding, throaty sound from the golden bot got him to cough a bit, both of them struggling to not laugh at the absurd noise. “Shut up, that–mkh–that wasn’t funny.”

“Yes it was.” Sun’s voice was barely a squeak.

Cheek aching from trying to fight the urge to smile, Moon had to turn away, losing the battle slowly against his own poor humor. “We really are children.”

Doubled over, Sun nodded, trying his best to calm himself down. A thick, fuzzy leaf bobbed in front of him as he exhaled; teal eyes flicked to Moon for a moment, then back to the leaf.

Moon saw the glance. “Do not.”

Sun reached for the leaf slowly, now holding Moon’s gaze with his mouth pressed thin with guilty pleasure.

“Sunrise.”

In a flash, Sun grabbed the leaf and pulled, twisting upright–

–Moon darted, trying to rip the leaf away before anything could be done with it.

~

[archiveofkloss]

Karlie Kloss may be a New Yorker now, but she remains very conscious of her Missouri roots—connecting it to everything from what she knows about nutrition to why she’s passionate about preserving abortion access.

“I grew up in the middle of Missouri,” the 31-year-old Kloss, a model, activist, entrepreneur, and parent of two with husband Joshua Kushner, tells Fortune. “And I think I only ate packaged, processed food pretty much my entire life, until moving to New York, and then slowly being introduced to, like, a green juice.”

So while she just signed on to a new campaign for Thorne supplements, something she’s “proud” and “excited” to be a part of, she says that “this campaign is about finding your own way to wellness,” and that’s something she can relate to. 

As a young adult, Kloss says, “I feel like I really had to relearn how to properly eat food.” She eventually came to understand that while her job may often rely on how she looks, “I feel like a different person when I am taking care of myself from the inside out.” 

That includes taking a daily B complex supplement for energy (“instead of needing to get a vitamin drip,” she says) as well as Thorne’s Memoractiv, a blend of ashwagandha and ginkgo for focus and energy. “I’m pretty religious about remembering to take my vitamins,” she says.

Also in her wellness routine: running, Pilates, and virtual workouts with Madison Rose; and eating “whole foods, lean protein, a ton of vegetables, and trying to remember to drink as much water as I can.” (But, she adds, she loves pasta and has a sweet tooth, explaining, “I kind of eat, like, full-spectrum.”)

Kloss says it’s taken her a while to find herself, and to find work—as well as issues to align herself with—that have true meaning. 

“I’ve been working since I’m 15 years old. I grew up in the Midwest and had this Cinderella-like story of kind of an overnight success in fashion. I just chased this crazy career, and continued to ride the wave of where it took me, and I am really grateful for that,” she says, reflecting on her profession as a cover girl and runway model, including as a Victoria’s Secret Angel from 2013 to 2015. 

She stepped down from that to attend New York University and chase other pursuits, later telling British Vogue, “I didn’t feel it was an image that was truly reflective of who I am and the kind of message I want to send to young women around the world about what it means to be beautiful.” 

Now, she tells Fortune, “There’s a lot of things that I really had to grow into—like just who my authentic self was, to be honest. I think being a model at such a young age, I was a blank canvas for other people to kind of project their ideas onto … I loved being that chameleon. But I think a real turning point for me was wanting to just more authentically be who I am in all facets of my life.”

That journey is still ongoing, she says, particularly in the work she’s done with Kode With Klossy, offering tech-learning opportunities for teen girls, and with Gateway Coalition, which she founded as a way to help direct resources to midwest doctors and clinics providing reproductive healthcare including abortion. 

“I feel so grateful for the opportunity through my career as a model—and for social media, which developed along the way—to give me a platform … just on my own accord, and to have a voice for people, especially young women,” she says. 

That’s especially true when it comes to Kloss’s abortion-access advocacy work. “Abortion is part of reproductive health care and is a basic human right, in my personal opinion. I do not believe it should be politicized. It is a deeply personal decision and choice that any one should have the right to make for themselves. That is my belief.”

This is where Missouri comes into the picture again for Kloss, who notes that it “is a state that, six minutes after Roe was overturned, had a trigger law that went into effect—and so all my friends and family back home in Missouri were immediately affected.”

It’s what “really set me on a path of understanding what that meant for someone seeking care and the hoops they would have to jump through.” And it sparked her realization about “the frontline upholding access to abortion care or pap smears or breast cancer screenings—like, there’s an enormous amount of care that’s provided at these clinics beyond and besides just abortion. So when you limit access to that local community care, there are actually so many other implications.”

Of course much of her focus now is on parenting her two kids, Levi Joseph, 3, and Elijah Jude, 1, and on honoring her shifting priorities and perspectives.

“Not now that I have kids, and I know how picky I was, I’m sure my parents really tried to get us to eat proper food,” she reflects. “And as a mother, I really want to instill healthy habits,” she adds, suggesting she’s well on her way there with her younger one, who devours “every fruit and vegetable you put in front of him.”

[rabbitcruiser]

National Salad Day

Hey there, salad enthusiasts! Get ready to celebrate National Salad Day, a day dedicated to our leafy green friends and their fellow vegetable companions. Get your forks ready and prepare to dive into some delicious, healthy, and colorful creations. This national day is all about celebrating the wonders of salads and encouraging everyone to incorporate more greens into their diets. So, let's explore the history and delights of National Salad Day!

When is Salad Day?

It's national salad day on the 1st May.

The Birth of National Salad Day

While salads have been around for centuries, National Salad Day is a relatively new addition to the calendar. It started gaining popularity in recent years as people became more conscious of their health and nutrition. The origins of this day are closely tied to the rise of social media and food blogging. Influencers and health-conscious individuals shared their love for salads online, inspiring a wave of salad enthusiasts.

On May 1st, 2015, the internet exploded with mentions of National Salad Day. It became an annual celebration, bringing people together to appreciate the wonders of fresh veggies and creative combinations. From tangy dressings to crunchy toppings, it's a day to experiment and create salads that satisfy both your taste buds and your nutrition goals.

Salads Around the World

Salads come in countless varieties, each reflecting the unique culinary traditions of different cultures. Let's take a whirlwind tour around the world to explore some famous salads:

Greek Salad: A refreshing mix of tomatoes, cucumbers, red onions, feta cheese, and olives.

Caesar Salad: A classic made with romaine lettuce, croutons, Parmesan cheese, and a creamy dressing.

Cobb Salad: A hearty salad with a bed of lettuce topped with avocado, bacon, chicken, hard-boiled eggs, tomatoes, and blue cheese. It's a meal in itself!

Caprese Salad: A simple and elegant combination of fresh tomatoes, mozzarella cheese, and basil, drizzled with olive oil.

Tabbouleh: A Middle Eastern salad made with parsley, bulgur wheat, tomatoes, and a lemony dressing.

How to Celebrate National Salad Day

Now that you know the history and some famous salad recipes, it's time to celebrate National Salad Day in style. Here are a few ideas to get you started:

Organize a salad potluck with friends and family. Each person can bring a unique salad creation to share.

Try out a new salad recipe you've never made before. Challenge yourself to experiment with different ingredients and flavors.

Visit a local farmer's market and stock up on fresh produce for your salads. Supporting local farmers is always a good idea!

Share your favorite salad recipe on social media using the hashtag #NationalSaladDay. Spread the salad love!

Did You Know?

Did you know that the largest salad ever made weighed a whopping 20,100 pounds? It was created in Romania in 2012 and included a mix of lettuce, cabbage, carrots, peppers, and onions. That's one gigantic and healthy serving!

History behind the term 'Salad'

500 BC

The Birth of Salads

Salads have been enjoyed for centuries. The ancient Greeks and Romans were known to eat mixed greens with dressing as a way to cleanse their digestive systems. They believed that the combination of raw vegetables and herbs had medicinal properties.

17th Century

Salad as a Symbol of Wealth

In the 17th century, salads became associated with wealth and nobility. It was considered a luxury to have fresh greens and exotic ingredients on one's table. Salads were often served as a grand gesture to impress guests.

1763

The Word 'Salad' Enters English

The word 'salad' entered the English language in 1763, derived from the French word 'salade.' The French had a significant influence on culinary customs during that period, and the term quickly gained popularity in the English-speaking world.

19th Century

Salads Evolve with New Ingredients

During the 19th century, salads started to incorporate a wider variety of ingredients. Fruits, nuts, and mayonnaise-based dressings became popular additions. Salads also became more decorative, with intricate garnishes and arrangements.

20th Century

The Rise of Salad Bars

In the mid-20th century, salad bars gained popularity in restaurants and cafeterias. Salad bars offered a wide selection of fresh ingredients, giving people the freedom to customize their salads. This concept revolutionized the way salads were served.

21st Century

Salads for Health and Green Living

In the 21st century, salads have become synonymous with healthy eating and green living. As more people seek nutritious options and environmental sustainability, salads have become a popular choice. From kale salads to quinoa salads, there are endless variations to suit different tastes and dietary preferences.

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