#Herbal Hard Candy

[lastwiltedflower]

love how my brain's natural reaction to being cold/overwhelmed/tired is to just ramble about whatever i'm thinking about... like yeah mom let me explain the entire lords in black lore in the middle of this christmas market. loudly. with children present. whoops.

[writingwithfolklore]

Describing Foods - A Masterlist

                As a broke university student, I love reading about food. It’s almost like eating a real meal myself <3.

I get a little angry when characters are eating a meal and I barely get to experience it with them. In that, I mean I don’t just want to know what it is, but what it’s like to eat that food—how it tastes, smells, sounds, and feels. Is a perfect croissant still a perfect croissant without the crack of the exterior, the airiness of the pastry inside, the smell of yeast?

                Probably not. When writing about a dish, the smell, texture, technique, taste, and how it looks are all important to painting the experience, so here’s some words to use when describing a meal:

Taste:

Acidic: Sharp tasting. Often used to describe tart or sour foods as well.

Aftertaste: A different taste that remains in the mouth after eating something

Bitter: Tart, sharp, and sometimes harsh flavour.

Bittersweet: Less harsh than bitterness. Tartness + sweetness.

Bland: Has no significant flavor or texture

Briny: Just means salty. Often describes pickled foods.

Citrusy: Bright flavour like… well citrus fruits—oranges, lemons, limes, etc.

Cooling: Mimics that cooling feel—like mint.

Earthy: Reminiscent of soil. Can be used to describe wines, root vegetables, and mushrooms.

Fiery: Another word for spicy.

Fresh: Light and crisp—describes produce or herbs.

Fruity: Sweet and reminiscent of fruit.

Full-bodied: Rich and ‘feels heavy’ in your mouth. Can describe wines or soups.

Herbal: Bright, fresh, sometimes earthy from the presence of herbs

Honeyed: Sweet or candied taste like honey.

Nutty: Taste similar to the flavors of nuts. Often used to describe certain cheeses.

Rich: Full, heavy flavour. Often dishes that contain cream taste rich.

Robust: Rich + Earthy. Used for lots of wines or aged liquor.

Savory: Describes meaty, earthy dishes and soups.

Sharp: Harsh, bitter, or tart taste. Used to describe acidic foods.

Smoky: Reminiscent of the smell of smoke.

Sour: Biting, tangy, tart flavor.

Spicy: Burning taste.

Sweet: Sugary.

Tangy: Tart, biting taste—feels tingly

Tart: Sharp, bitter, or sour flavour. Used to describe acidic foods.

Woody: Earthy, sometimes nutty taste. Describes some coffees or cheeses.

Yeasty: Earthy taste reminiscent of yeast. Describes beer and bread.

Zesty: Fresh, vivid, or invigorating flavour.

Sound/Texture:

Sound has a lot to do with texture, so I've combined them for this section!

Airy: Light, pillowy texture (think inside of croissant)

Brittle: Hard but easy to break

Bubbly: Usually during heating, when bubbles rise to the surface—low sound.

Buttery: Smooth, creamy texture (think certain pasta sauces)

Chewy: Food that needs to be chewed thoroughly. Can be light and bouncy (chewy bread) or heavy (steak) and sticky (candy)

Creamy: A smooth and rich texture, comes from dairy.

Crispy: Light texture with slight crunch.

Crumbly: Food with loose structure that falls apart into crumbs.

Crunchy: Firm, crisp texture with a sharp, loud noise.

Crusty (behave): Food with a hard outer layer and soft interior (many loaves and breads)

Delicate: Light and fine, feels like it can come apart easily.

Doughy: Soft and heavy, usually pale colouring.

Fizzy: Usually liquids—a hissing sound, feels like ‘static’

Flaky: Light, characterized by layers that come apart during eating.

Fluffy: light and airy.

Frothy/Foamy: Airy bubbles, usually in a drink like a latte.

Gamey: Usually refers to meats when they’re very “meaty”

Gooey: Viscous, sometimes sticky texture from moisture in a dense/solid food.

Hearty: Firm, robust texture.

Juicy: Tender and succulent texture from liquid in a solid food (steak)

Molten: Hot, gooey

Oily: Slick, heavy, lingers on the tongue.

Silky: Fine, smooth texture that feels sleek.

Smooth: Texture free of grit, lumps, or edges.

Snap: A quick, sharp, crackling sound when broken.

Squelch: A soft sucking sound when pressure is applied. Somewhat gross.

Sticky: Gluiness in the mouth.

Succulent: Tender and juicy

Tender: Soft and easy to break down

Velvety: Smooth and rich

Smell:

Acrid: Strong, bitter, unpleasant

Comforting: pleasant, probably calls back to a nice memory

Damp: Wet smelling—probably a bit earthy

Delicate: subtle, faint, not overpowering

Earthy: reminiscent of soil

Fetid: Caused by decay—unpleasant

Fishy: reminiscent of fish

Floral/flowery: Reminiscent of flowers

Fragrant: Sweet or pleasing

Fresh: Cool, crisp, refreshing—produce, probably not cooked

Funky: Something’s gone off

Heady: Strong smell, pungent, rich

Musty: Not fresh

Perfumed: Pleasant, reminiscent of something (can be perfumed with citrus, say)

Piquant: stinging, pungent—tickles the nose

Powerful: strong

Rancid: Definitely gone off, decomposing

Ripe: Strong, usually unpleasant smell

Savory: spicy, salty, no elements of sweetness

Sour: has gone off

Spicy: Sharp, tingles the nose

Tangy: Strong and bitter but in a good way

Tart: Sharp

Woody: earthy smell, reminiscent of wood

Sight:

Usually texture gives us a really good picture of what a food looks like, so here’s some non-texture sight additions:

Blistered: Bumpy exterior.

Caramelized: Usually golden brown

Cloudy: Splotched. Almost see through if not for a slight white or grey mist.

Colourful: Bright and vibrant

Glassy: Resembling glass

Glossy: Smooth, shiny

Marbled: Two colours intertwined

Opaque: Not transparent. Can’t see through.

Ripe: Colourful (can be to a fault). Nearing the end of its edible state.

Scaly: Covered in scales, fish.

Shiny: Appears wet or glossy

Sparkling: Glimmers under the light

Stuffed: An ingredient placed inside a larger part with no additional space.

Translucent: Allows light through

Vibrant: Striking, bright

Food Prep:

How the food is prepared gives it these other attributes. If your character is familiar with cooking (or is the cook themselves!) they may describe food this way.

Baked: Cooked in an oven. Results in browned or crispy outer layer.

Blackened: When food is dipped in butter and coated with spices then cooked in a hot pan—spices darken, making it appear ‘blackened’

Blanched: Food scalded in boiling water and moved to cold water so it stops cooking. Texture comes out soft.

Braised: Food that is briefly fried in fat and then stewed in a pot. Results in seared, crispy exterior with a tender interior.

Breaded: Coated with breadcrumbs/batter then baked or fried so it turns crispy

Broiled: Food cooked with intense radiant heat in an oven or on the grill. Results in a darkened appearance and crispy texture.

Caramelized: Food slow-cooked until it’s browned, nutty, and has a bit of sweetness.

Charred: Grilled, roasted, or broiled and gains a blackened exterior and smoky flavor.

Fermented: Food that’s sat with bacteria, yeast, or another microorganism and has produced acids, alcohols, or gases. Results in a biting, pungent flavor. (Kimchi is fermented)

Fried: Food cooked by submerging in hot oil. Creates crispy, crunchy texture and golden colour.

Glazed: Food with a coating brushed onto its surface. Appears glossy with a thin, flavorful, and crisp outer layer.

Infused: Food steeped in liquid with another ingredient so it carries the essence of that ingredient. Used with herbs usually.

Marinated: Usually meat soaked in liquid containing flavourful herbs, spices, vinegar, or oil.

Poached: Food cooked in near boiling water. Results in tender, moist texture.

Roasted: Food cooked with dry heat in an oven or over the fire. Results in browned exterior and crisp coating.

Sautéed: Food cooked quickly in small amount of fat.

Seared: Food cooked in small amount of fat until caramelized. Finished by roasting or grilling. Results in crisp exterior and tender interior.

Smoked: Food exposed to smoke from smoldering wood for a long time. Results in that distinctive smoky flavor.

Whipped: Food beaten to incorporate air. Light and fluffy.

What did I miss?

[joedirtymadre]

Two?

LAW X READER! FLUFF! (Please send more requests! 😭😭😭🙏🙏)

“So… let me get this straight…” you started as you stared at the scene in front of you. “You went to town to Finn’s some herbal medicine, and met a witch doctor…? Who tried giving you a deal on some ginseng, but you told her she was scamming you. So in response she… used her devil fruit power on you…?” You asked. “Well look at us…” the two captains said as they stared at you.

“I mean I can see the two of you, but really? You messed with a witch doctor and she split you into two,” you said as you tried to hold in your laugh. “This seriously isn’t funny (Y/N)-ya,” one said, annoyed by your expression. “I had to buy the ginseng from her to reverse this… but she said this won’t reverse back until it’s been 24 hours,” the other one sighed. “That’s crazy… so she did end up scamming you,” you laughed. You quickly shut up once you saw the dark glare coming from your captains.

“This kinda sucks… I planned the whole day for us,” you sighed. “You did?” They asked in unison. “Well, our anniversary is coming up and I was hoping to surprise you with a fun day,” you said. “Well we can still do it,” one of them said. “O-Oh, uhh… so… who do I go with?” You asked. “Me,” they both said. You watched as they quickly glared at each other. “We both know I’m the original one, so I’ll be going with her,” one of the Law’s said as he pulled you towards him. “Whatever, come here (Y/N)-ya. Let’s go,” the other said as he reached out for you.

You were stuck in the middle of the two, feeling the intense pressure in the room. “H-How about we all just go together…” you sweatdropped. “I guess,” one of them glared. “Fine…” the other one sighed. You let out a sigh of relief, “But before we go we have to make changes,” you said as you jumped out of their hold. You ran over to the closet, “I need to tell you guys apart, or this’ll get super confusing for me,” you pointed out. “So, you get to wear a navy sweatshirt, and you get black,” you said as you handed the shirts to them.

They shrugged and quickly changed. “Now… do I call you Law 1 and 2?” You asked. “No,” they said in unison. “Umm… Oh! How about I call you honey and babe, since I usually use pet names,” you smiled. “Alright,” Law (babe) said. “No, babe sounds more lovey than just honey…” Law (honey) glared. “Jealous?” The other saw smirked. You sighed, “Alright then… you’re dear.” “Better,” Law (dear) smirked. You rolled your eyes and you all headed to the destination you had planned.

Carnival

“A carnival?” Law (babe) asked. “Yes! Cause I wanted to try to win you this!” You said as you pulled both of them towards a carnival game stand. It was a ring-bottle toss game, but the prizes were giant polar bears. “Doesn’t it look like Bepo?” You asked them excitedly. “It does,” the two said as they stared at the bear. “Can we get 6 rings?” You asked the vendor, he nodded and handed him the money. “Ok, babe and here dear, try it!” You grinned. You handed them each 2 rings and you all tossed them, kissing each bottle. “I didn’t realize how hard this would be…” you groaned.

“Well if you want I could just give you a bear, my treat,” the game vendor winked. “Oh really? That would be-“ you suddenly felt a dark presence behind you. “No thanks,” Law (babe) said coldly. “We’ll win her one,” Law (dear) added, as the two glared at the poor vendor. “T-Thanks for the offer…” you said softly. “10 rings each,” they both said as they slammed money on the counter.

“Laws… we’ve been here for 30 minutes… I had other stuff planned…” you groaned as you watched your boyfriends struggle with the carnival game. “I almost got it,” they both said as they tossed their last ring. You watched as they both completely missed the bottle. “This stupid game is rigged!” Law (dear) shouted. “You just suck,” Law (babe) sighed. “Like you’re any better,” Law (dear) responded. The two glared at each other, you sighed and decided to go find a cotton candy vendor.

“Thank you!” You smiled as the vendor handed you a large cotton candy cone. You turned to see your boyfriends, looking disappointed. “No luck?” You asked. You noticed the two avoided your eyes, as they held out their hand. You noticed a small polar bear in each hand, you quickly tilted your head in confusion. “The vendor said we spent so much money that…” Law (dear) began. “We automatically get a small polar bear,” Law (babe) finished. You stared at the bears and began laughing. You clutched your sides as you noticed the two blush at your reaction. “How much money did you spend?” You asked in between laughs.

The two blushed even harder, “That doesn’t matter! Just take it!” They said in unison. “Thanks… I love them,” you said as you wiped away your tears. “So what’s next?” They asked. “Well, I think we’ve been here long enough. Come on!” You said as you dragged them to the next location.

“Alright we’re here,” you smiled. “A park?” Law (babe) asked. “Mhmm, follow me,” you said excitedly and lead them to a secluded spot with a picnic basket. “Come on, I planned a small picnic,” you said as you walked over to the picnic table. The other two rushed over and fought over who would sit next to you. “How about we just sit on the floor in a circle?” you sighed. You laid a small picnic blanket on the grass and you three sat in a small circle.

“Here you go babe, here you go dear,” you said as you served the two a small lunch. “Thanks (Y/N),” they said and began eating. You watched as the two calmly ate their rice balls and enjoyed the slow breeze. You giggled softly. You all finished the lunch and quickly packed up and headed back to the submarine.

“Today was… an interesting day,” you laughed. “So, is that the end of your itinerary,” Law (dear) asked. “O-Oh… well…” you trailed off, feeling your face heat up. The two stared at you. “U-uh yes, yeah I guess that’s it,” you said as you avoided their gaze. “Ahhh,” the two hummed as they looked over at you. “Haha… so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow when you turn back into one,” you laughed awkwardly as you tried to head to your room.

You were quickly stopped with a hand on both shoulders. “No, it’s fine,” Law (babe) said. “We have to finish our anniversary itinerary,” Law (dear) added. “Umm…” you gulped. They said as they dragged you down to his bedroom.

Part 2 Coming Soon ❤️

[elodieunderglass]

Mad Spring - sour gummies, you feral little goblin. Tangfastics. Airheads. Sour Patch Kids. Like High Summer, you choose fruit-flavored gummy sweets, but you pick ones coated in Pain Sugar. It isn’t enough to just get sugar: you’re chasing a different Sensory Experience (TM) than the rest. And that’s great.

Warm Spring - white chocolate, ruby chocolate, pastel mint drops, cotton candy, bubblegum. Marshmallows. Sweet, creamy, usually pastel. You have no particular objection to floral tastes like lavender and rose. You may be able to appreciate Turkish Delight.

Midsummer - tropical fruits: chewy and slightly creamy in pastel colors. Starburst/Opal Fruit, Creamsicles/Solero. Maoam strips. Cream sodas. Skittles, despite being jewel-toned, are in this season. Coconut and pineapple flavors go here. Also the home of chalky-type sweets like Love Hearts/candy hearts, smarties (usa) and You may be also able to appreciate Turkish Delight.

High Summer - Gummy bears and chewy, jellyish, jammy, gummy, springy in bright jewel tones. Gummy worms and jelly snakes, jelly babies, jelly beans, Haribo. Clearer and gummier than Midsummer.

Autumn Night - darker and more complex sweetness, often including an element of burning or alcohol, or another challenge. Cherry cordials, marzipan, champagne truffles. Also home of burnt-sugar tastes: maple candy, bonfire toffee, candy corn. Also home of matcha; red liquorice; red bean paste. When people bring you sweets from other countries, they’ll choose unusual local delicacies. You almost certainly were fascinated as a kid by lollipops at the science museum sold with real bugs in them.

Autumn Salt - peanut butter and peanut brittle, salted caramel, toffee, butterscotch. Toffee popcorn, Reese’s Peanut Butter cups, Snickers, Daim. If nobody has any nuts, you’ll choose chocolate with nuts, crisp or crunch over other things. Sweet just isn’t enough.

Winter Spice - herbal, spicy and medicinal sweets, usually hard old-fashioned sweets. Red-hots, burning cinnamon, chilli - eucalyptus, root beer, menthol; sarsaparilla. Hard candy, generally: old fashioned ‘boiled sweets,’ things that look gorgeous in glass jars. Parma violets. Fisherman’s Friends. You’re the only person who would eat a gingerbread house after decorating it. You’re also possibly a ghost, or used to be a Mad Spring. It’s also about the SENSATION.

Midwinter - dark black Licorice. Salty? Sweet? saltlakrids? Allsorts? Australian? You might like other things too, but when your loved ones are in another country, they go to the licorice aisle and get you the weirdest local variant they can find.

Long Winter - true chocolate, basic chocolate stuff: M&Ms. Dairy Milk. Hershey’s Kiss. But also home of fudgy tastes and sugar-on-sugar in a long slow sauce. Marshmallow, Handmade fudge, Phish Food ice cream.

Cool Winter - naturally, the homebase of minty tastes. peppermint wheels, York’s Peppermint Patties, After Eights. Also orange - chocolate orange - and, oddly, pixie sticks/sherbet and other sweet things that involve eating simple flavored sugar.

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Alex Cabot x Reader Headcanons

from my own wishful thinking & context clues & absolutely nothing else

Smart as fuck.

Loves brunch. Orders an omelet and a mimosa every time.

Grew up crazy rich. Trust fund baby.

New England law royalty.

Her favorite flowers are mums.

Would roundhouse kick anyone else who tried to hug her, but is super snuggly with you.

Eerily good at reading people.

Legendary speeches and closing arguments.

Would make an excellent politician, but doesn't like the ethically slimy things required.

Sees the good in you when you don't.

Stays up so late on weekends, then sleeps til noon. Even though you have told her time and time again that this is bad sleep hygiene.

Hot when she wears glasses and she knows it.

Chooses your outfits when you go on vacations because she wants the Instagram pics to be perfect.

Leaves you little love letters on sticky notes when she has to leave before you wake up.

Loves to Netflix and chill all weekend. With a big emphasis on the chill. 😉

Very hard to intimidate.

Not great about saving money, but she doesn't really have to be.

Spends an ungodly amount of money on omakase.

Doesn't let many people get close to her, but is very close to those she lets in.

Makes sure you're included in conversations because you can be a little on the shy side.

Ridiculously long nighttime skin care routine.

Has watched every single comedy special on Netflix.

Nearly unstoppable when she turns on the charm.

Makes you get to the airport 2.5 hours early, despite the fact that you both have TSA PreCheck.

A slut for cacio e pepe.

Will choose a hotel based on nothing but how the pictures there would look.

Her suitcase is always too heavy, and she always asks to put stuff in yours.

Has a parfait for lunch every day.

Cafe con leche supremacy stan.

Silk sheets only.

Sweeps you away on far-flung vacations as often as she can.

A gin-and-tonic is her Bad Day at Work drink.

Got in trouble all the time as a kid for playing with her mom's makeup.

Would 100% use her family's private jet if you hadn't convinced her it was socially and environmentally unethical. She hated that you were right.

Mulled wine on Christmas Eve. Always.

Will melt if you give her jewelry. Doesn't even care that she could buy herself better pieces.

Lets you get quirky and colorful with holiday decorations inside, but outside it's classic white lights and wreaths and candles only.

Would never ever admit it but gets pissed when you don't interact with her Instagram posts.

Favorite candy is Skittles, but she feels this undermines her badass bitch persona at work, so she'll only eat them at home.

Secretly likes to wind down with a joint on Friday nights after work.

Reminds you to wear SPF moisturizer. Every. Single. Day.

Holds your hand firmly in crowds so you don't get separated.

Takes so long in the shower in the morning that sometimes you have to get in, wash, and get out all while she's still showering.

Gets a facial and a massage every week like the bougie bitch she is.

Gives absolutely no fucks.

You do not want to be on the receiving end of an Alex glare.

The ultimate hype man. Believes in you so much that you actually believe in yourself.

Never not running late because it takes her so long to get ready. But somehow always gets there on time?

Compliments you incessantly. Like to the point that it flustered you at first.

Has to drink herbal tea instead of coffee after lunch or she'll be up all night.

[httpvomitello]

Can we get some bayverse tmnt comfort please?

Maybe all of them at the same time, not just single head cannons. they are about to knock on the window to readers apartment but they see reader stressing and studying for finals so, they leave before they notice and come back with snacks and a movie.

Absolutely no pressure to do this ask, I love your writing!

Hello, hello! Hope you like it.

(btw, I kind of read the request wrong the first time, and ended up doing it a little differently, sorry! 🫠)

Finals, Friends, and Midnight Snacks *⁠.⁠✧

The turtles rarely ventured to your apartment without some heads-up, but tonight was different. They’d been on patrol, half-bored, half-wired from adrenaline, when Mikey suggested they swing by to surprise you. You'd mentioned something about finals coming up, so it seemed like the perfect excuse to check in and maybe goof off a bit.

When they arrived, slipping through the shadows toward your window, they each prepared to knock, maybe make you jump a bit. But as Leo went to tap the glass, they all paused, taking in the sight on the other side.

You were hunched over a stack of textbooks, looking like you hadn’t moved in hours. Your hair was messier than usual, your face buried in your hands as you studied, brows drawn in frustration. There was a cold cup of coffee beside you, clearly long forgotten. The sigh that escaped your lips looked weary enough to weigh you down even further.

Mikey was the first to react, his expression dropping from excitement to concern as he turned to the others. "Uh, guys...I don’t think now’s the best time."

Leo agreed, nodding and stepping back from the window with a serious look. “She’s really stressing over these finals.”

Raph huffed softly, crossing his arms but keeping his eyes on you. He could be blunt, but even he hated seeing you like this. “She’s practically in zombie mode. I don’t get it... why go that hard for some stupid test?”

Donnie sighed, unable to hide his sympathy. “Because she cares about doing well, Raph. Finals aren’t a joke.”

The four exchanged glances, each thinking about how much they’d wanted to see you, maybe make you smile, only to find you buried in a mountain of notes and responsibilities. There was no way they’d let you stay like this.

“Alright, new plan,” Leo declared quietly. “We come back with supplies, something to help her get through the night.”

Raph raised an eyebrow, trying to hide his own worry behind a scoff. “So… what, we just turn into delivery boys now?”

Leo shrugged with a grin. “If it means she gets a break, then yeah.”

Raph rolled his eyes but didn’t argue, instead muttering a half-hearted, “Fine, but let’s make it fast.”

With that, they melted into the shadows, Leo leading them through the city toward their destination: the perfect supply run.

At the lair, Leo was all business. “ Mikey, you grab any snacks she might like. Donnie, brain food, whatever you can find. Raph, grab some comfort items, maybe a blanket or something.”

Mikey saluted, diving for the snack aisle. He grabbed armfuls of treats, throwing them into a basket. Chips, candy, anything that looked like it could bring a smile to your face. After a moment, he slowed down, his mind returning to the way you’d looked, so exhausted and serious. This wasn’t just about goofing off, he realized; this was about letting you know they were there for you, no matter what.

Meanwhile, Donnie scanned the shelves for anything resembling “brain food.” He knew you well enough to know you’d appreciate the thought, so he made sure to choose carefully, grabbing a few bags of almonds, dark chocolate, and even a couple of healthy energy bars. As he glanced at a box of herbal tea, he picked that up too, maybe it would help you wind down once you finally took a break.

Raph was skeptical at first but softened when he remembered the rougher days he’d had in training and how a little comfort had made all the difference. He ended up grabbing a cozy fleece blanket and some hot cocoa packets, grumbling to himself as he realized how badly he wanted you to be comfortable, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

In no time, they were on their way back, their arms full of items. When they arrived at your window again, they moved carefully, setting everything down.

Mikey took charge of the snacks, arranging them in a small pile on your windowsill, topped with a quick doodle he’d made of himself, Leo, Donnie, and Raph giving you enthusiastic thumbs-ups. He even threw in a cartoon bubble reading, “Good luck, dudette! We got your back!”

Donnie placed his carefully chosen snacks and the herbal tea beside Mikey’s arrangement, tucking in a small note with some quick, helpful study tips he’d jotted down from memory. “Remember to pace yourself! You’ve got this,” it read in his neat handwriting.

Raph, with an eye-roll but a soft smile he tried to hide, placed the blanket and hot cocoa packets near the snacks. He didn’t write a note, but he knew you’d get the message: Take it easy, even if he’d never say it out loud.

And finally, Leo tucked everything into a neat little arrangement, glancing over at you, hoping you’d look up and see the care package before they had to go.

The four of them lingered a moment longer, watching you as you continued to study, unaware of their presence. They couldn’t help but smile as they each thought about what they’d done and how much you meant to them. After a few quiet seconds, Leo signaled for them to leave, and they slipped back into the night, feeling a sense of satisfaction at knowing you’d have something to lift your spirits.

An hour or so later, you looked up from your notes, rubbing your eyes and stretching, feeling every ache from hours of study. Deciding you needed a break, you turned to get some water, only to freeze when you spotted the arrangement on your windowsill.

Your heart skipped a beat as you took it all in: the snacks, the blanket, the tea, and each little personal touch that told you exactly who had left it there.

Mikey’s doodle made you laugh, and Donnie’s note was filled with genuinely helpful advice. You smiled at the cozy blanket, feeling a warmth in your chest that chased away some of the stress you’d been carrying.

You gathered everything and made yourself some hot cocoa, smiling softly as you glanced out the window, wishing you could thank them. But as you wrapped yourself in the blanket and sipped your cocoa, you felt their support, even if they weren’t there in person.

A while later, you sent a selfie to the group that Mikey created, showing you lying in the little nest they prepared for you.

“Thank you, you guys are amazing!”

[beckpoppinscosplay]

Day 3 of 'Dragon Age: Veilguard' cocktails

Emmrich’s Gentleman Botanist

recipe and tasting notes under the cut

in an ice packed shaker

1 oz white rum 1 oz cloosterbitter (but anything in the green chartreuse family would work) .5 oz midori .25 oz luxardo maraschino 2 oz fresh pineapple juice (yes i juiced chunks of pineapple, regular out of a bottle is fine) half a lime, squeezed and just chuck the whole bugger in there to get knocked around

put 1 oz of hibiscus rich syrup (homemade with hibiscus tea with a 2 parts sugar to one part tea ratio) in the bottom of a coupe.

GENTLY pour in your shaken cocktail over the back of a spoon to the side of the glass to keep the syrup undisturbed to make a pretty layer of burgundy under the necromancy green of the drink.

Garnish with a lovely pineapple wedge.

I wanted to explore the space of a tiki cocktails like the zombie. Every tiki bar since the dawn of time has had a plastic skull behind the bar and I want to celebrate that. I wanted to make the presentation a little more elegant with it being shaken instead of blended and I avoided canned juices and mixes. In game I love the little friendship banter with Neve about Emmrich trying pineapple for the first time and how delighted he was so I had to use that as the main fruit. His love of plants also came in with the cloosterbitter (an herbal booze made by a religious order) and instead of going with grenadine I made a hibiscus tea syrup which adds a very easy to drink herbal note. Rose can hit or miss with people but everyone likes hibiscus and it has such a pretty deep bloody color.

Before mixing in the syrup, the cocktail has a real fishbowl cocktail punch, not too sweet, not too sickly, but you know you are about to get tipsy. The Midori and the Cloosterbitter really balance each other out and get you the fanciest rich grandma hard candy. Once you take a bar pick and knock your pineapple wedge in and give it a stir to get the syrup mixed in it really blooms. It Instantly becomes a fantasy version of a zinger sweet tea. The boozy edge vanishes and it becomes DANGEROUS, I could drink 10 of these no problem and promptly parish.

[lesbiansfor-blackbeard]

kindly requesting more of your thoughts on the jean/aaron bestfriendism my good sir 🙏

omg i'm always happy to talk about them!

jean just kind of shrugs off his injuries so aaron doesn't like... mention them or try to argue with him but he leaves out herbal tea when jean is sick and refills jean's pain meds

jean seems like the guy who eventually accumulates too much stuff to hold in his hands, ergo tote bag jean. he carries hair ties (as much for aaron as himself) and like ibuprofen because aaron hates carrying any medicine with him

they heckle on movie nights, but they always make it look like they're not in cahoots. they sit in the back and the only time they've been caught (by andrew) was them nodding at each other, once, slowly, and then throwing popcorn and candy at the back of kevin and neil's heads

aaron helped jean find "safe recipes" to make on hard days (a lot of them are kevin's safe recipes but jean doesn't know that)

they both are a little delusional about how well they're doing and how good of a front they're putting up and are more than willing to give each other reality checks

katelyn and jeremy realize their boyfriends are friends and immediately demand to meet and hang out altogether - kate and jeremy's bubbly interacting-with-people-personalities are weirdly similar and jean and aaron just kind of side eye each other like "this guy has weird taste"

in conclusion i am always thinking about them!! <3

[sleeplesssmol]

I once took :nodnetto: and created :zoomiesnetto: and I must ask

Hypothetically, what would a hyper Sonetto (caused either by Picrasma Candy or sweets) act like to you?

I now have this gif saved everywhere. It's adorable!

Sonetto would use all that energy to do all her tasks at once. She's a little jitterbug but she's productive instead of bouncing off the walls. I also feel like she'd be more sensitive to things like sugar and alcohol due to the Foundation's strict regulations. She didn't indulge in it as much as Vertin who stole the good stuff from the staff canteen (mentioned in her time in the guardhouse). Picrasma candy contains sugar and booze, but its also bitter according to the item description. I feel like she wouldn't eat picrasma candy after learning how bitter it is, but she's a sucker for a sugary cookie or candy! Give the puppy a treat since she works very hard.

I wrote a thing a while back of Sonetto being curious about the candy since Vertin's always eating them and she's shocked at how bitter they are. She didn't realize Vertin's just abusing them for energy lol

[lesservillain]

I want them all, but 🫂

had to, I’m sorry 🫣

check out the requests here!

Love is an Open Door part 3

Steve and Eddie did their best to care for you. They felt so bad for you, but there really wasn’t much they could do but support you. They took turns making dinner so you could rest and bought you herbal teas and ginger candies to help with the nausea. They also gave you extra attention, showering you with kisses and love, which really did make you feel better.

again, more than 3 sentences but its hard not to give you guys more than what you ask for lol also i'm currently writing this, so not a continuation of the last request for this

[meya-lily-writes]

Sick Headcanons

Garak when you’re sick: platonic

Garak would be quick to notice you’re not feeling well, and would gently chastise you for not taking care of yourself (the hypocrite).

Garak would show up to check on you under the guise of delivering a couple of books for you to read.

Garak would be excellent at keeping your illness private/secret from well-meaning doctors if you so desired.

Garak when you’re sick: Romantic

You never bothered to tell him the code to your quarters, but that never stops him from showing up unannounced with your favorite soup and some herbal tea he keeps for special occasions. 

He would offer to distract you with conversation and perhaps the occasional lie *cough* story. 

Or, if you preferred, he’d help you into bed and let you rest while cuddling him. He won’t tell you but he’s very appreciative of your extra warmth.

He’d replicate a whole bunch of blankets to keep you warm and make a little nest on the couch, then encourage you to lay your head in his lap or lean on his shoulder. 

Would not be phased at all by bodily fluids. He could take anything you threw or projectile vomited at him. 

Garak when he’s sick

More easily aggravated

Would push himself and throw himself into his work as a distraction

Would eat medicine like candy, but only what he can replicate himself. He’s not going to be seen in the infirmary. 

There’s a good chance he might try to cancel your lunches for a time. His appetite isn’t what it normally is when he’s sick

Also, if pressed about it, he would deny up and down that he’s under the weather.

Would have a hard time accepting help in any form. 

He will insist he doesn’t need it, but won’t tell you that he would like it. 

A random idea that’s featured in the fic I’m working on

He will hint to you that he wants a specific soup that his mother used to make 

If you make it, he will not thank you for it, but instead, criticize you and tell you it’s nothing like his mother used to make.

It does not matter what kind of cook you are. You could be a three-star Michelin chef. He will not tell you he likes it. 

Do not be discouraged. The soup was perfect. (Maybe even a little too perfect) But, he will never in a million years tell you so. 

The only hint you’re getting is that next time he’s sick, he will again, ask for the soup. 

[the-witch-of-cedar-and-bone]

With the previous weekend's medium experience fresh in my mind, I visited the cemetery where my paternal (and maternal) great grandparents are to thank my great grandfather for his potential visit.

Here's what I brought in my travelling witch kit:

A candle + matches

Vials of different herbal offerings

Hard candy offerings (these got unwrapped and left on the ground)

A small garden quartz point

Mini scrolls + a pencil

My Botanical Inspirations deck (It may not be as in depth for communicating as a tarot deck or other divination tools, but it serves my purposes, plus I get to build a bouquet with the cards as an additional offering)

Pendulum (not shown)

[issytheamateurnerd]

#1 or #5 for the prompt ask!

Thank you for the ask! ¿Por que no los dos?😁

#1 - Person A being overly emotional and sensitive due to their pregnancy and Person B comforting them patiently

#5 - Person A being teased about their weird cravings during pregnancy

The moment Diana switched the call to the secure line, she allowed herself to sigh and lean back into her desk chair.

The phone calls her and 47 shared after each mission we're something she had come to cherish. These moments where they could just speak without the risk of the ICA listening in.

“I'm sorry, 47,” She began, an unusual amount of guilt in her voice, “I shouldn't have taken this contract.”

47 listened intently, although she had already apologized for this a couple times before.

“It's alright, I-”

“No, it's not alright!” She suddenly snapped, “I've been trying to keep Soders off our case by working harder, but making you travel across the world the last few days is just…cruel.”

The amount of emotion in her voice surprised 47, she seemed very passionate about something that hadn't bothered him in the slightest.

“If that overbearing bastard could just keep to himself…” She muttered harshly, “of course we take a month to ourselves and he acts like we're deserting. I swear, one day I'm going to just-”

A wave of nausea forced her to stop talking as she rested her head in her hands.

She was still getting used to all this, the sickness, the dizziness, and the mood swings. At three months pregnant it was all hitting her hard. Some days, even the smallest inconvenience would nearly bring her to tears.

“Are you sure you're feeling ok?” 47 asked with a knowing tone.

“Yes,” she mumbled, “just dizzy. And…rather hungry, though I can't stomach any of the food I have with me.”

“Still craving spicy foods?”

Diana gave a small laugh, she had nearly forgotten how much she had complained to 47 last week about her cravings.

“No, there's a new one now,” she replied, “Pickles, of all things. I don't even like pickles, but I'd eat a whole jar right now if I could.”

Diana could hear his wry chuckle over the phone, “Just make sure you eat something.”

“I will, I just wish I had time to go to the store,” she shook her head, “Oh well, I'll be fine.”

An alert made her phone buzz, and she sighed.

“I have to go. I'll call you later, love.” She said.

“Take care of yourself, Diana.”

-

The next morning, Diana woke up to a knock at the door. Pushing aside her morning sickness, she threw on a robe and hurried to the front door of the hotel room.

She looked through the peephole, seeing one of the staff holding a basket. Diana opened the door cautiously and the man gestured for her to take the basket.

“Your husband sent this for you,” he said.

“I see, thank you,” she replied, taking the basket.

After he left, Diana set the basket on the table. She carefully examined it, cautious of it's potential danger.

But she smiled as she saw it's contents. A rose, some exotic candies she liked, her favorite herbal teas, nausea medicine, and a jar of pickles.

Prompt Game:

https://www.tumblr.com/issytheamateurnerd/765729288002617344/were-doing-a-prompt-game-this-will-be-my?source=share

[cozysweetpotato]

I recreated this adorable witch cottage by the amazing @beeswithmoss and it turned out so magical! I will be uploaded the interior to my Youtube channel later today (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCZU-jypVeC2E3wcbmj-PB_Q) and its very enchanting with the book cases, particle effects, amethyst, and cobwebs I put everywhere. A picture doesn’t do it justice! The roof is EVERYTHING I love it so much and it actually wasn’t too hard. I think an herbal witch who also is into crystals and the arcane would live here studying plants and magic all day. I also love the dreamy cotton candy skies and pink trees in this specific time of day. I hope you enjoy this magical cottage. 

I am using Mizuno’s, BSL shaders, and a few other texture packs you can find in my favorites on Planet Minecraft. 

[trickstarbrave]

i wrote 4500 words of yet another omegaverse au while waiting for my doctors appointment.

its not very good bc im not even half awake and incoherent. it's like. very rambly and i think makes little sense. but here it is

scent kink, clothes stealing, and omegaverse shit. this time with nerevar pining :)

Voryn felt off the last few days. Every time he walked in his room something about the whole space felt… Off. Wrong. But what was wrong he couldn’t place; nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary in his room. All of his alchemical supplies and potions were accounted for. He used detect life so he knew there were no hidden spies lurking in the shadows (though he doubted they would have made it into Kogoruhn in the first place). By all accounts nothing should be bothering him but it felt like something was in the air making him feel completely off. 

After several days of feeling like this he finally got frustrated enough to tear his room apart looking for the source of what was bothering him. He could hardly even sleep properly like this, waking up feeling bursts of energy and his body screaming at him to move and do something. Maybe he was going crazy, but he couldn’t live like this. 

He emptied the closets first, and found nothing, putting all of his clothes back. The same with his dresser. Everything seemed perfectly in order, nothing but the faint scent of his own pheromones on the fabric as well as soap from being washed by servants. Then he checked all the drapes, using all of his magical abilities to make sure everything was in order. 

Lastly, he went to his bed. It was a large, plush bed. A dwemer-made mattress that was just the right level of firmness for his back, plush sheets dyed blood red from the beetles his house farmed, and plenty of pillows, though to be honest Voryn didn’t use most of them. A good chunk were merely decorative, piled up with the excuse that when he found an omega that suited his tastes he’ll be thankful to have them on hand covered in his scent. Voryn had rolled his eyes at that explanation; Voryn didn’t like most omegas. Their scents were overpowering and cloyingly sweet, giving him a migraine, which was surprising given Voryn tended to have quite the sweet tooth his brothers would tease him about. He had assumed he was more interested in betas, though Voryn didn’t go out of his way to look for one to mate with. He had much more pressing things on his mind and he was still young; there would be time to find a mate later. 

After searching through his sheets, blankets, and pillows though, he finally found out buried in a pile. It was a pretty, decorative pillow Voryn just shoved aside, not paying much mind to. But the second he uncovered it he found the source. Something was faintly off about this pillow, and he brought it up to his nose to breathe in the scent. 

Only to have his knees go weak as he all but collapsed onto his bed, moaning softly.

Voryn had never met an omega that smelled good. All of them so far had been passable at best. Some of them tried to suppress their scents but Voryn could pick up on it from them easily when their attention waned--and not to mention he found many of them far too submissive for his tastes, though perhaps that was just because they were trying too hard to get into his good graces. 

But this… Voryn knew it was an omega, but the scent wasn’t sickly sweet in a way that made his head hurt or stomach turn. No, this scent was refreshing, bright, and just sweet enough to make his mouth water. It was like imported candied citrus, or like the herbal infused cookies from Mournhold. It practically made his mouth water, but it was also cut with the heavy scent of musk and pure arousal that made Voryn burn with lust. 

He buried his face into the pillow, one had undoing his robes so he could stroke his cock, hissing from how hard he was. 

This was the perfect omega--Voryn knew it right then. He didn’t know who had snuck in to rub their scent all of his pillow, but they got his fucking attention, and Voryn felt the overwhelming urge to make them his. To hold them down, push their face into his bed, and claim them properly while fucking them good and hard. He couldn’t even imagine how wonderful the scent would be coming from them directly; it would be enough to make him lose control--he knew it. 

Who would be so bold as to come into his room like this? A maid would have an excuse to come into his room without raising any suspicion, but he highly doubted a maid would have the gall to rub themselves all over one of his pillows; it could easily backfire and cost them their position in the house entirely, if not their life. A child of a council member? A possibility, but how would they even get inside his room without someone stopping them? 

It was frustrating. Voryn just wanted to know who they were. He wanted to see if he could pursue them openly or if they would have to do this covertly. But obviously they wanted him--oh how could they not when Voryn could smell just how aroused they were as they grinded against his pillow and then went so far as to leave it on his bed afterwards. All he had to do was find them.

He climaxed as he thought of how wonderful they must have looked, grinding their cunt on his pillow, moaning his name with their face buried in Voryn’s pillow. And as the aftershocks from his orgasm faded he put the pillow back in the pile as though he hadn’t found it, slowly coming up with a plan in his mind.

The scent was strong enough that it couldn’t have been done only once. It was staggered just enough that the scent wasn’t overwhelming and obvious, but it was clear they had been in his room more than once. Voryn had been in the stronghold often the past few days so it was likely they hadn’t been in his room in a while. All Voryn would have to do to lure them out was give them the opportunity, and then see for himself just who they were by catching them in the act. 

It wasn’t like he didn’t have all the tools at his disposal. He had been trained for stealth to a degree, and also had a variety of magic to use at his disposal. He had an amulet that could take him to the stronghold’s shrine that he always used after he was finished after having to run errands, but he also had mark and recall. It wouldn’t be hard to say he was leaving for the day, announce it to everyone, leave the stronghold, and then immediately recall himself to the corner of his room. At that point he just needed to drink some invisibility potions that he had a surplus of after experimenting with lloramor spines imported from Mournhold. Then he could make his presence known if he wished, or he could wait and bide his time to confront them later. 

And if that failed, he would try and try again. It wouldn’t be long until they returned. And Voryn knew he wouldn’t be able to give up after experiencing such an intoxicating scent like that. 

--

Nerevar knew he was doing something horrible. Not only was he playing with fire, but this was a huge violation of Voryn’s trust. 

It had started simply and innocently enough: his little bad habit had initially just been born out of feeling lonely. He had been in Kogoruhn since he was young--before even presenting. And while in Kogoruhn the only person who scented him as a child was Voryn given Nerevar didn’t really have any other friends nor did he have family with him. But scenting children was something that brought comfort and brought a sense of safety and stability, not to mention unity. 

He’d been moody after a particularly rough heat, feeling sluggish and upset about nothing in particular. He just felt painfully alone and cold, craving some stability and comfort. And all that he could think of to bring him comfort was Voryn’s scent of all things. 

Voryn had been out for the day, and so Nerevar pretended to walk into his room to check in on something for him, able to enter without any hassle. Their rooms were in the same hall, though no longer next to each other after they presented. No one paid him any mind as it wasn’t uncommon for Voryn to send him into his room for a potion of some kind or to fetch something else for him. For all they knew Voryn asked him to check up on his alchemical supplies while he was out or do something else. Many in House Dagoth didn’t like Nerevar, but they knew he was trustworthy and he hadn’t given them a reason to doubt him yet. 

He swiped one of Voryn’s robes, bundling it up and tossing it in his bag, before walking back to his room casually and curling up with it. He practically purred at the warm, spicy scent quickly surrounding him, rubbing his face into the soft fabric. He could practically feel Voryn’s body against his own in a warm embrace, his hands stroking Nerevar to scent him thoroughly, and his head felt dizzy as arousal coursed through him.

Originally he had dismissed that first time as simply still being pent up from his heat barely being over. He was ashamed, in fact, that he masturbated with his face buried in Voryn’s robe, moaning and whining low in his throat as he fingered himself, wishing more than anything that he was full from Voryn’s cock instead. Not to mention he was terrified of being caught--they would surely throw Nerevar out of the stronghold if they found out what he’d done, if they didn’t beat him senseless first. Nerevar was a lowly canvasari that they were gracious enough to let live in the stronghold proper by Voryn’s insistence. If Nerevar was found to have been doing something improper like this with Voryn’s belongings he would never be allowed to so much as lay eyes on the heir again. 

So he lied. He lied and said Voryn’s robe must have gotten mixed up in his belongings after laundry, and a servant rolled their eyes and took it from him to be washed properly before being put back. He was on edge for weeks after that, but no one confronted him or even looked at him strangely, so he knew he’d gotten away with it. It had just been a one time thing and Nerevar would put it past him.

Except it wasn’t. 

He had quickly found himself craving that scent again the week after his next heat. He denied it for a solid month, but he felt like a junkie trying to cut skooma abruptly. He was antsy and also mortified by his own reaction, his thoughts consumed by the thought of Voryn. But he also knew he couldn’t do the same thing twice; if he made a habit out of swiping Voryn’s clothes and coincidentally finding them mixed up in his clothes, House Dagoth was going to catch on. Once was excusable--servants made mistakes over the years and they did sometimes come to collect Nerevar and Voryn’s laundry around the same time given they lived in the same hall (though they never really washed them together given the care they had to show Voryn’s). Twice he might be able to get away with it, but the servants would be questioned thoroughly. More than that and they were going to start suspecting Nerevar was the one taking them and try and catch him in the act. 

Instead, Nerevar came up with a compromise which was going into Voryn’s room, locking the door, and getting off there. Very few people came into Voryn’s room without permission and if he didn’t want someone entering it while he was gone in case he was doing an alchemical experiment of some kind he made sure to lock the door. Everyone in the stronghold knew not to go into his room if it was locked unless it was an absolute emergency. And in that event, Nerevar had a recall amulet to use if he heard the door unlock and someone come in. 

What was supposed to be just one more time turned into two, then three, as he buried his face into Voryn’s bed and breathed in his scent. He grabbed a decorative pillow he knew Voryn didn’t give a shit about and normally had buried under piles of equally neglected pillows, and shoved it between his legs. He also made sure to stagger when he came in, pacing himself so that it wasn’t too frequent, and then reburied the pillow.

It wasn’t good; it was still risky leaving his scent on Voryn’s bed, but he had a feeling no one would know it was him. He normally wore perfumed oil to hide his scent after too many complaints from other canvasari, or hid it well enough on his own. If someone could tell something was off about it they would have to bury their face in the pillow and probably only be able to tell an omega had been rubbing up on it, nothing more. And Nerevar knew if someone kicked up a fuss about an omega sneaking into their heir’s room, he would hear about it.

Today was the perfect time too. Voryn had been staying in the stronghold with no particular business for the past week. He was in and out of his room and office so irregularly and frequently that Nerevar knew it would be foolish to even try. The best times were when Voryn had to leave entirely as he’d be gone several hours, giving him plenty of time to sneak in and out without anyone catching him. 

“Voryn?” Nerevar asked quietly after knocking, poking his head in as though he had been ignorant Voryn was gone. He looked around as well, making sure nothing was amiss; Voryn’s room though was the same as ever: same shelf of potions and ingredients, same alchemy aparati, and the same tempting bed. 

He let himself in equally casually, locking the door behind him as he entered with quiet, practiced skill. Then Nerevar looked at the shelves, humming softly. He didn’t know what any of the potions were entirely, nor did he trust himself to go picking them up at random without Voryn present, but he liked looking at the pretty bottles sometimes when he came in here. 

“I shouldn’t dawdle too long…” He chastised himself under his breath. Staying in here too long if someone saw him slip in would raise suspicion. He could always say Voryn had him looking for a book or potion and he couldn’t find it, but that would only work if he wasn’t in here very long. 

So instead he put his bag he almost always had on him down on the ground, climbed up on the bed, and pushed his face into Voryn’s sheets. 

“Fuck…” Nerevar groaned breathlessly, fishing for the pillow in the pile. He knew it by texture at this point, though the color had it blending in with the rest. “Voryn…” He moaned softly next, shoving the pillow half under him and half between his legs, grinding slow and steady. 

If Nerevar had less self control he was certain he would have been grinding his bare cunt against it, making sure his scent was absolutely and unmistakably rubbed into the fabric. His instincts honestly wanted him to do so--he wanted this alpha to know how attractive he found him, how much he wanted him, but Nerevar also knew he couldn’t risk it. If someone caught him he’d be in deep shit. 

“So good…” Nerevar wondered briefly if he should go just a bit further--the next time he did this he could bring a toy. A modest sized one he could slip inside just so he could feel full as he ground his cock against the pillow. It’s not like anyone would know and it might even help him cum faster. “So good, Voryn…” Instead though, he’ll have to use his normal fantasies to help him get off.

Instead of the bed being under him, Nerevar imagined it was Voryn’s chest, and instead of the pillow it was Voryn’s thigh. 

“That’s it, Neht,” Nerevar could practically hear him whispering as he grinded and humped the pillow, covering his mouth to keep himself quiet though continuing to moan and whine under his breath. “Let me see you get off just like this…”

“Voryn,” Nerevar whimpered, wishing more than anything that he was being touched. He wanted to feel Voryn’s hands guiding his hips, wanted to feel Voryn’s lips against his neck and cheeks, encouraging Nerevar with such gentle words. “I need you, I need you…” It was the truth, as awful as it was; he needed Voryn desperately, but he knew he couldn’t have Voryn. As much as he wanted him like he wanted air to breathe, Voryn was the heir of House Dagoth. Already the council had introduced Voryn to various omegas and even a few betas who could bear children in an effort to find him a mate. And even if there wasn’t an issue with class difference, Voryn was disgusted by most omegas. He constantly complained that they smelled off putting, even laughing when Nerevar said he was thankful he wore perfume oil to keep his scent hidden or else Voryn might be put off by him too. Voryn dismissed it afterwards though, claiming he was fine so long as he wasn’t thinking about mating, and even if he didn’t like how Nerevar smelled he couldn’t see himself being outright disgusted with his scent to the point he’d ever avoid Nerevar. Maybe Nerevar could believe that--if he hadn’t seen the faces Voryn pulled when being introduced to a new omega, the subtle grimaces he made whenever they weren’t looking, and for someone as controlled as Voryn he might as well be outright gagging. 

Likely the only reason he wasn’t disgusted with Nerevar’s scent even with the perfume was because they knew each other so long that it was ‘normal’ to him. Normally something like that might offend an omega who was sick with want like he was, but Nerevar knew it would let him get away with something like this. Voryn would likely not even notice Nerevar’s scent on this pillow, at least not if he kept burying it in with the other pillows he didn’t use. 

“It’s so good…” Nerevar could feel how wet he was, his undergarments completely covered in slick. “I’m so wet for you, Voryn…” Nerevar was almost drooling from how turned on he was, his cunt clenching on nothingness, eager to be filled. Yes--next time he needed to use a toy. He needed to use one so he didn’t feel so gods damn empty. 

“Please, I just want you inside me…” Nerevar’s eyes rolled back as he could feel his orgasm starting to creep up on him. He wanted this--needed it. He wanted to feel Voryn’s hands on him, feel Voryn’s lips against his own, feel Voryn fuck him good and hard into the bed. He knew what absolute bliss it was just imagining it, imagining that deep voice moaning his name and panting in his ear. “I’ll be a good omega for you, I’ll be such a good omega just for you…” Nerevar never felt compelled to be submissive in any other context but he knew he would if Voryn asked. He would do anything just to feel Voryn fucking him, to feel Voryn knotting him--

Nerevar covered his mouth as he climaxed, breathing heavily as he tried to come down from the high. As always, thinking about Voryn knotting him never failed to make him orgasm. It was something he fantasized about when he was in heat now too, only having a truly satisfying orgasm when he imagined Voryn was breeding him just like his body wanted so desperately. 

Nerevar laid there a few more moments, humming softly as he nuzzled against the sheets. If he was sane he would leave right away, but the last time he tried that he was left feeling empty when he left. If he stayed for just a few minutes, basking in Voryn’s scent and imagining curling up with the taller chimer, he felt much better. 

He imagined what Voryn might do post sex. Voryn hadn’t really liked someone as far as Nerevar knew, but given he was such an affectionate friend, Nerevar imagined he’d be an affectionate lover too. Soft nuzzling, gentle kissing, all while praising Nerevar for cumming so well for him. Honestly the fantasies about Voryn taking care of him afterwards were more enjoyable than actually getting off in some respects. He felt warm and satisfied in a way he didn’t when just getting off in his bedroom. 

But also, Nerevar knew that was the real problem with this. It wasn’t just lust. If it was, it would have been so much easier to cope with--he could just jack off in his room alone or find someone else to fill the void for him. Nerevar didn’t see himself acting like this out of pure lust alone, not when dick was in high supply and he could find someone else of his station willing to fuck him senseless. 

No, Nerevar knew he felt much more than just lust. It was something he didn’t want to name, but his heart fluttered around Voryn, every brush of their hands and every friendly little gesture made his chest feel warm and tight at the same time. He wanted more and more as time went on, and this was the only thing he could do to keep himself sane and prevent himself from doing something stupid like kissing Voryn on the lips whenever they were alone together. 

There was nothing else he could really do it seemed. Voryn was the heir of House Dagoth and Nerevar a lowly canvari who hadn’t even been adopted into his house. Their difference in status was like night and day. And it wasn’t like Voryn would find him attractive anyways--Voryn was so disgusted by omegas in that sense he was probably the kind of alpha who could only mate with another alpha; it was uncommon for two people of the same secondary gender to mate, but not unheard of. Voryn could just find a beta or omega he could stand to have a child with later in life. 

“I need to get over this…” Nerevar sighed. The nice, happy and tingly feelings had faded by now and he was left mildly disgusted with himself again. Less bad than if he had left right away, but still not pleasant. “It’s not like I have a chance with him anyways.” He muttered, burying the pillow once again as he attempted to do the same with his feelings, before straightening up his clothes. “No doubt if he could smell me without perfume on he’d gag like with every other omega...” At least he knew he hadn’t been caught yet--if he had, Voryn would have no doubt burned the pillow entirely just to remove the offending scent entirely. 

He wanted to continue laying there and wrap himself up in the blankets, hiding himself away from the truth. But that was a base instinct as an omega who found an alpha they really liked, and didn’t take into account the facts of the situation. 

In time he hoped the feelings would fade. Hopefully he could find another alpha who appealed to him, one that was simultaneously warm and protective of him without looking down on him for being an omega. But that would first mean finding an alpha who didn’t hate how he smelled like most alphas seemed to. 

He grabbed his bag again, unlocking the door and leaving quietly, humming softly as though he just left the room after finding something. 

A few moments later, in the corner of the room, Voryn’s invisibility potion wore off. His face was bright, burning red, his hand still palming at his erection through his robes. 

That omega--the omega who had absolutely been driving Voryn wild--was none other than Nerevar. 

Nerevar, his closest friend. Nerevar, the mer who remained at his side faithfully and listened to all of his troubles without complained. Nerevar, the strong canvasari Voryn relied on more than anyone…

Voryn cast lock on the door, before digging up the pillow, tossing the others aside haphazardly, before promptly burying his face in it. 

“I should have cast dispel…” Voryn moaned softly into the fabric, his cock twitching at the scent. Yes, it was much stronger like this, Nerevar’s pheromones absolutely heavenly, all but begging Voryn to fuck him. “I should have taken you right then and there…” He wanted to--he wanted to more than anything but he was also so stunned he was completely paralyzed. He couldn’t make himself move no matter how much he wanted to, though now he was a little thankful he didn’t. He would have scared Neht, wouldn’t he? Nerevar seemed to be in distress afterwards, even muttering to himself that Voryn wouldn’t want him--

Such an idea seemed completely ridiculous right now, not when Voryn couldn’t stop stroking his cock to Nerevar’s scent. He was going to sleep with this pillow from now on, holding it close, and he’d find a way to let Nerevar know he felt the same.

A thought ran through his mind of the common rituals used to test out would be mates. Exchanging clothes with each other’s scents on it was the next stage after determining they both enjoyed how the other smelled. It was based on a natural instinct of omegas and alphas scenting each other’s bedding. It was even used to sync up cycles for would be mates, as claiming bites were traditionally given during heat and rut to maximize pleasure and create a strong, healthy bond. 

He could give Nerevar one of his robes. He could make sure it was one he wore, covered in his scent, and let Nerevar enjoy it. 

Voryn knew his house would be furious if they found out he was courting Nerevar but he simply couldn’t help himself. This was absolutely addicting, and thinking purely politically about this was pointless. He would make it work, somehow, in some way. He would convince his family to let them be together or make a plan of some kind. 

[throwup-yourguts]

Redoing my intro

So hiii

🍇 I'm Matia

🍇 I'm 23 years old

🍇 I'm French

🍇 I'm an afab agender person (it/they/he)

🍇 I'm panromantic, asexual and aroflux

🍇 BPD, C-PTSD, Ana, Psychosis (diagnosed)

🍇 I'm a freelance furry artist

🍇 my discord is matiamoka (feel free to DM me i'm more than happy to meet new people in this wl journey ❤️💛💙)

🍇 DNI pedos, zoos, creeps, lgbtphobic, racists, psychophobic.

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My stats :

Height : 163cm / 5'3ft

SW/HW: 71kg / 156lbs

LW: 29kg / 63lbs

CW : 66kg / 145.5lbs

GW1: 65kg / 143.3lbs🔒

GW2: 60kg / 132lbs 🔒

GW3: 55kg / 121lbs 🔒

GW4: 50kg / 110lbs 🔒

GW5: 45kg / 99lbs 🔒

GW6: 40kg / 88lbs 🔒

UGW: 35kg / 77lbs 🔒

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My rules :

🍇 Maximum intake for metadays is 600kcals

🍇 breaking fast when I feel like I need it (500kcals limit)

🍇 Maximum intake during liquid fasts is 300kcals

🍇 24 hours minimum liquid fasts regularly

🍇 at least 8 hours of sleep

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My list of allowed foods for liquid fasts:

🍇 any veggies juice

🍇 any non sugar added fruit juice

🍇 unsweetened liquid yogurt (or with stevia)

🍇 non sugar added applesauce

🍇 unsweetened coffee

🍇unsweetened herbal tea

🍇 any soup without chunks (I'm a soupwhore)

🍇 sugar-free energy drinks

🍇 unflavored water

🍇 almond milk

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What I wanna reward myself with once i reach a GW:

🍇 new piercings

🍇 new tattoos

🍇 my first fursuit

🍇 new makeup

🍇 new clothes in my aesthetic (techwear and alternative or pastel kawaii)

🍇 new cosplays

🍇 a new computer for medschool

🍇 a new graphic tablet (an xp pen)

🍇 new books for medschool

🍇 new skincare products

🍇 new calculator for medschool

🍇 new videogames

🍇 new anime figures

🍇 saving for house

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My fear foods

🍇 bread

🍇 marmalade

🍇 butter

🍇 egg yolks

🍇 pastas

🍇 rice

🍇 potatoes

🍇 bananas

🍇 anything deep fried

🍇 ice cream

🍇 chocolate

🍇 cakes

🍇 candies

🍇 pastries

🍇 semolina

🍇 Ramen and noodles

🍇 cheese

🍇 cereals

🍇 regular sodas

🍇 any fast food

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My safe foods

🍇 stevia sweetener

🍇 any fruit except bananas

🍇 low cal yogurt and skyr

🍇 Hypro yogurts (high protein and low cals)

🍇 coffee

🍇 tea

🍇 soup without chunks

🍇 raw veggies

🍇 hard boiled egg whites

🍇 diet sodas

🍇 sugar-free energy drinks

🍇 jellies

🍇 no sugar added applesauce

🍇 turkey ham

🍇 caned tuna

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Nice to meet y'all 😊

ALSO ! Just in case this tumblr blog get T-worded. I have a WordPress blog where I post about anything but mostly ana (foodlogs, daily thoughts and all)

do not hesitate to follow my blog !