#Typical tart energy

[crovoroh]

that rapscallion

[thegoogoomuckkk]

club -> sweet tart -> you didn't know what to expect on night one of seven perfect strangers, but you'll be sure to show choso a good time

the dressing room was still rather empty when you walked in & dropped your purse, only a few dancers here this early. most of the time you were expected to be dressed & ready when you showed up for your shift, but you weren’t a dancer tonight, or at least not a dancer for the show. 

tonight was the first of seven hellishly sweet nights of shiu’s personally concocted torture. now, having sex with these men, or whatever it is you’d be doing, was not the problem; if anything, you were looking forward to it, some nights more than others. takuma’s insistence of “whatever she’s comfortable with.,” nanami’s instructions of “10:15pm sharp,” especially your mystery client, no name, no services listed, just four hours of your time reserved for them. it made you nervous, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t looking forward to it. you’d probably be more nervous if not for shiu who was typically an asshole, but he would never let some sick pervert at you. no, whoever this secret client was had been personally vetted by one of the scariest men in tokyo; they wouldn’t be trying anything with you. 

it didn’t take you long to get ready, it never did. this was a song & dance you’d become all too familiar with. as you pulled your eyelid taught to run the black liquid over it, you thought about what choso might like. he had left little information on the form shiu had advertised, so it was up to you. you kept everything simple: choso seemed like a simple guy. 

when you entered the room, you realized it had already been set up for you, but maybe that was normal; despite your years of experience, you’d never really done this before. sure, plenty of guys paid you to “dance” on their lap, but never in a private room, & never for a whole hour, which is what choso had requested. 

it was dark, walls covered with cheap, bright led lights. the door timidly opened & then closed. you could make out his figure: tall, wide in the shoulders, cowering just a little, & when he got close enough, he was beet red &. . .was he shaking just a little? 

you didn’t know him, & you didn’t recognize him as someone who’d been here before, that you knew of, so you didn’t know what he’d like. he’d requested “a dance, if she pleases,” & you were both a dancer & a pleaser, though this would be a very different kind of dance (not really a dance at all)—private dances usually just meant a little humping, some hairflipping & kissing until the song ended & that was that—but that’s all he’d said. most men left a little bit more information on the forms. "I want a blonde,” many of them said or, "I want a girl with a nice rack.” those kinds of comments were usually unhelpful because that described half the women who worked here, & blonde wigs were a dime a dozen. but choso hadn’t left anything of the sort, thought you knew from experience that almost any guy would like a compliment. 

“well, hello, pretty boy,” you purred, sliding your hand down his shoulder. 

he cleared his throat, looked away, looked back at you for a second, then looked away again. “h-hi.” you had a disappointed look on your face. that was all he was going to give you, huh? that’s okay, playing the long game didn’t bother you one bit. 

if all he wanted was a dance, you’d be able to expend more energy flirting with him. not like with satoru & suguru; good god you could only shudder at the thought of what they had planned for you.

“hi,” you repeated, a smug smile plastered on your face. you’d get him to loosen up, or at least show him a good time anyways. “my name is sugar.” it wasn’t, but the girls who’d encouraged you to apply for a job here told you that you’d need a name. guys always liked little nicknames like that: sugar. & even though he looked ridiculously uncomfortable, you could tell he certainly did, too. 

“is something wr-wrong?” he asked, so worried. “you don’t have to do this, you know? i’d hate it if you did this unhappily.” oh, so he knows what “this” is, huh? with such a rich baritone voice, you half expected this to be an act, for him to turn his head towards you, grab your neck, & tell you to “kneel, bitch.” lots of men were like that, even nice ones, but apparently not this one.

“oh no, I'm fine,” you assured him. “are you okay? you look a little hot,” & this was said as you tilted your head, eyes half-lidded. mostly, you’d meant it as a joke; of course, he was hot: two messy knots on the top of his head, eyeliner smudged beneath his wide eyes, pretty pink lips, & what you assumed were rock hard abs underneath that jacket. you wanted it off. 

“hot? no, I'm not–I mean, I guess a little, but. . .” he was missing the point, that much you could tell. it hadn’t occurred to you that maybe shiu didn’t vet these guys as thoroughly as you’d hoped. this guy seemed a little off. it wasn’t going to deter you, though. 

you took a couple slow steps forward, put your hands on his lower stomach. “is it alright if I touch you, cho?” he smiled, so sweet, at the nickname, & nodded hastily. that was the only response you got, so you took it greedily, sliding your hands up his chest to the zipper resting there, tugging it down, pushing it off his shoulders to reveal a simple black t-shirt clinging to—ding ding ding—those deliciously rock hard abs you’d been hoping for. 

you tugged on the jacking that was falling off of him & turned him toward the chair set out for you.  

“here,” you said, & you flashed him that saccharine smile, “sit.” & he obeyed, almost like you knew he would. but he was awkward with it, shuffling a couple steps & delicately sitting on the edge of the chair, hands in his lap. 

music was playing, rather loudly, but it seemed you were both tuning it out. 

you turned to face him, bending just a little, uncaringly throwing one leg around his, then the other, until you were pushing him back into the seat, straddling him as the chair reclined slightly. he briefly grasped your hips with his hands to steady you, or maybe himself, you couldn't tell, & the motion excited you. finally he was going to do something, anything, but he quickly removed his hands. 

“what-what are you doing?” he asked, almost alarmed. did he not know what was about to happen? he’d booked the appointment, how did he not understand what you were doing? 

“don’t you want me to dance for you, cho?” you just kept smiling; maybe if you did, he’d finally catch on.

“if that’s what you want to do, but I don’t expect you to.” okay, maybe he wouldn’t catch on. what on earth is wrong with him? you thought. but then a thought dawned on you, & you almost felt a little sorry for him. excited, though, at the thought of getting to show him something new, something you were sure he was going to just love. 

“is this your first time getting a dance, choso? you shoulda told me,” you preened, running your nails through his hair, tucking it behind his ears. you felt bad; you had figured this was old hat for him, normally people who ask for this kind of stuff have done it before, or specify if they haven’t. had you known, you would’ve done things a bit differently. 

he looked at you a little confused, but then something occurred to him. “oh yes, that’s what mr. kong said, a dance. I guess I just figured you would dance like-like you girls usually do, y’know? on the stage?” 

& this made you giggle, for a myriad of reasons. firstly, mr. kong? shiu would’ve paled at that. this boy was as sweet as they come. secondly, “you don’t really have to pay for that, silly.” this session was costing him $500, & he really just expected you to give him what you gave 300 or more guys a night for a $20 entrance fee? truly, as sweet as they come. but it was reassuring to know that he’d at least been to this club before. 

“but I want to. you’re so good at it. . .” he cleared his throat, “you deserve it.” what was he playing at? was he truly this clueless, this nice? but you enjoyed hearing this because that means he had  seen you before. that made a little bit of sense, it helped clear up why he chose to do this. 

“oh, sweetie,” you cooed, “this is a little different than that. do you want me to show you?” & again he nodded vehemently. “okay, but if you want me to stop, you just have to tell me, alright?” you wouldn’t let him nod this time; you’d wait for a real answer. 

"I won’t stop you.” 

you leaned in, & closed your eyes, hoping to show him what you meant. you pressed a chaste kiss & at first he just tensed up, no other response. but then he leaned into it more, encouraging you to continue. tentatively, you lined his bottom lip with your tongue, silently asking for permission. he didn’t seem to get it, but he didn’t stop you when you sucked his tongue softly, in fact, you swear you hear him whimper a bit. &, heaven above, you enjoy that, maybe a little too much. you trail your kisses down his jaw, his neck, until you're sucking at his pulse point, hard, rubbing the plane of his chest with your hands, slowly rubbing your fingers against his hard nipples, which earns you another whine, this one much louder. you let him adjust himself in the seat & let out a tiny squeak of “s-sorry,” before continuing. slowly, trying not to overwhelm him, you rearrange your position on his lap, bringing your already aching cunt to sit directly on his crotch, & you felt that first ounce of friction between the two of you. he moaned this time, outright, seemingly unashamed, but then his face flamed crimson. you ceased marking his neck, to bring your lips back to his. 

“is this okay, cho?” you murmured against his lips, scraping the back of his neck softly with your nails, slowly moving your hips back & forth, up & down. & those simple movements were driving him insane, making his head feel fuzzy & empty. “you gotta answer me, pretty boy,” & that is what does him in the most. pretty boy. 

“it’s good, s’good, too good,” he babbles, letting his head fall back against the seat, relishing in the sweet motions of your hips. 

without ceasing your movements, you lift the hem of your flimsy, glittery little halter top up, up, until you’re pulling it off, revealing a simple lacy red bra that’s just too much for him. he wanted to be polite, he wanted to ask, & he wanted you to do this how you wanted, but he can’t help his roaming hands; gripping your hips, your waist, & finally your breasts. his thumb reaches the wire of your bra & he tears his eyes away—rather regretfully—to look at you, begging, pleading, but silent. so you look back at him, honeyed & teasing. 

“won’t you touch me, cho? please?” his reaction is instantaneous, hands reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, kneading your breasts, pinching your nipples delicately until you whine so pretty for him, encouraging him further. 

he’s sure that he can’t take anymore when you reach your fingers under the waistband of his pants, he’s sure of this when you drag your nails along his happy trail to the base of his cock, he’s sure of it as you suck a hickey into the bobbing apple of his neck. . .but you give it to him anyways. oh, if only he could see himself, he’d be so ashamed, so embarrassed. the humiliation of it would fuel the burning fire in his cock.

he wasn’t a virgin, but he’d certainly never experienced anything like this: the heated desire urging him to roll his hips up against yours over again, until he went mindless with the pleasure of it. the utter need to feel your skin against his, rubbing his hands up your waist, your back, tangling them in your hair, pulling you up to kiss him because he just needs a kiss from a pretty girl right now; that’s all it’ll take really to get him off. & he cries so prettily when you rake your nails against his sensitive buds, he jerks in your delicate hold, the trance you have him in is melting his poor head. 

& you can tell he’s close to coming when his whines get louder & his pants get harder, when he begins to beg so sweetly for “j-just a little more, please, please, you feel s’good, you’re so perfect,” he’s rambling nonsense that runs straight to your throbbing core, & you might just be as frantic as him, chasing your own high, throwing your hair back as you moan in a way that his him coming to the pretty sound of it.

you’re both breathing heavily & unfocused as you finish, & choso looks beat: face flushed, chest rising & falling so quickly, dick still twitching under your clothed cunt. but you have plans for him. he’d requested your services for a whole hour, & he was gonna get what he paid for. 

you slide off of him, relishing in the whimper he lets out at the loss of contact with you, but you silently shush him, keeping your eyes low, slitted & sultry, gently coming to your knees & reaching for the zipper of his pants. 

his hand grasps your wrist & he looks at you almost alarmed. “what’re doing?”

you look at him a little guiltily. “do you want me to stop?”

“no, no, no,” he assures you. "I just—you don’t have to do anymore, you’ve done plenty, I promise. I don’t want you to do this if you don’t want to.” god you could just eat him alive. if only they could all be this sweet. 

“cho, if I didn’t want to,” you look at him devilishly, unzipping his pants, "I wouldn’t.” 

he gulps & lifts his hips so you can slide off his pants & boxers for him. he’s so embarrassed, so shy. you drag the fabric down just low enough for you to have your way with him. you knew he was big, you’d felt it, but you’d never imagine sweet, innocent choso to have a horse cock on him. you repressed a smirk, you didn’t want him to feel inadequate in any way; the opposite actually. he’s pretty & pink & oh so hard. 

“you made a mess, cho. won’t you let me clean you up?”

“I'm sorry, I didn’t—didn’t mean to, just couldn’t help it, I—“ wow, the man really could not understand the concept of flirting. 

“that was the whole point, pretty boy.” that shuts him right up. he wants to stop you when you lean your head over him to leave little kisses on his lower abdomen. you wrap your fingers around him gently, marveling at how small your hand looks. your hand is so much warmer, so much softer, so much better than his could ever be; how will he ever get off again without you? 

how humiliating, he thinks, his soft cock still twitching at the sight of you. he doesn’t stay that way for long when you suck the tip of his cock into your heavenly mouth—he can only fantasize about how perfect your cunt would feel around him—& trail your hand down to cup his balls. fisting the base of his cock, it’s already hardening in your mouth, making it easier to take him. 

he’s biting the heel of his hand in a futile attempt to mask his grunts & groans, the veins in his arms popping out as he flexes every damn muscle in his body because jesus fucking christ how is it possible for anything to feel this good? it’s straight out of his filthiest fantasies: the hottest fucking girl he can imagine cleaning up his messy dick, a man’s truest wish. 

you look up at him & you’re met with just the kindest, but most drunken, lidded eyes. he’s nervously gripping the arms of the chair, fearful he might pass out from the immensity of it all: the pleasure, the pain of cummming twice in such a short time, the ache of desperation, of wanting you. “you’re so tense, pretty boy. relax,” you purr through glimmery lips, coated in his cum, & at the sheer sound of your voice, his dick twitches. you sit up a bit on your knees, & delicately  push on his chest. “just lie back ‘n relax, cho.” he doesn’t, not until you take him back in your mouth; then he falls back against the chair, pupils blown wide with utter satisfaction, obsession. he tightens his jaw, tenses up, but he’s trying so hard to do what you tell him, to relax. but it’s so hard when every nerve in his body is begging him to come. 

he can’t fathom it, the heady sensation of pure pleasure burning through him, his cock was so hard, so desperate to come, that it hurt. but you soothed it so kindly with your tongue, working him up again, & he’s gripping your hair, biting his bottom lip: anything to ground him, bring him back to reality, because this? this had to be a fucking dream. 

you bob your head with a steady rhythm, one hand slowly rubbing up the base of him that you just can’t fit in you, his dick already kissing the back of your throat, the other hand ghosting over the skin of his thighs, cupping his balls, & it’s all so overstimulating for him, he just can’t breathe. 

“please, it’s too much, too—ngh—much, can’t take it, can’t gonna cum, please—“ you suck hard as you pull your lips off his weeping cock, the taste of his cum already coating your mouth. 

“where do you want it, pretty boy?” & you can sense the utter confusion coursing through him, the disappointment at the loss of your sinful mouth around him. but recognition dawns upon his features. 

“i-in your mouth please. . .if that’s okay wi-with you,” he pleads. how could you deny such a sweet beggar?

it doesn’t take you long to work him all up again. he’s not fucking your throat, per se, he doesn’t have the forethought to even try, but he’s unconsciously bucking his hips up into your mouth, desperately chasing any sort of reprieve for his painfully hard cock. it doesn’t take much for him to grip your scalp & hold you at the base of his cock, shooting his thick cum down your throat. 

you keep on sucking him, milking him through his orgasm, overstimulating him. he’s a sweaty, shaking mess when you push yourself up on his thighs to give him a kiss. 

“you’ll have to come back again, cho. for another dance,” you murmur against his lips, tickling the nape of neck with the tips of your fingers. 

“yeah, I'll be back, I'll come back to see you, you’re so good to me.” when you arrive the next evening to start your shift, sitting on your vanity table is $500 cash & underneath it is a white note with scribbly handwriting on it: “mr. kong didn’t tell me the price of the services, so I hope this will suffice. please do not hesitate to reach out if this is not adequate compensation.” beneath his adorable letter was his phone number. he was slyer than you’d thought. 

pookie baby choso ehehehehhehe <3 did you like it? -> here's my masterlist -> want something more? ask me for it

[hbnjhgv]

Aot characters favorite Alchoholic drink

(I am under 21 and don't drink so I'm sorry if I get any of the tastes or drinks wrong) (all characters are after the time skip so they are all 18+)

Eren Jeager: Jeager Bomb. Fitting and he likes the act of dropping the shot of Jagermeister into an energy drink. He also tells people sitting around him that the Jeager Bomb was named after his family, in hopes of getting a free drink.

Mikasa Ackerman: Traditonial Mead. Likes the balance between the sweet honey but also the slightly acidic taste of fermented yeast. She mainly drinks it for the sweet edge of honey.

Armin Arlert: Malibu Sunset. Doesn't really like the taste of alcohol but seems like the kinda guy who really likes the taste of pineapple. Can only have like 1 or 2 drinks before he switches to some kind of juice (normally apple juice).

Jean Kirstein: Manhattan. He enjoys the slight bitterness and I don't see him as a big sweet tooth. Also eats any garnish that comes the drink.

Marco Bodt: May Day Cocktail. He likes the 'explosian of flavors' he also like the sweet but tart taste to it.

Connie Springer: Beergarita when he's not drinking with Sasha. He likes the mix of sweet, sour, and bitterness.

Connie and Sasha when they're together: They both get Scorpion Bowls. They both LOVE the super strong taste. Thinks it feels like getting a slap in the face. Also slaps eachother in the face after the first sip.

Sasha Braus: Blue Hawaiian. She enjoys the sweet tropical flavor. Defiantly acts like a "cool surfer dude" after she drinks one.

Annie Leonhardt: Sea Breeze. Likes the grapefruit taste. Also not the biggest vodka fan so enjoys how she cant really taste the vodka and likes the fruityness of it.

Reiner Braun: Vodka Cranberry. Thinks its the most perfect drink ever and doesn't think its too sweet or too tart. But if he's not feeling like he wants to wait long or had a bad day just White Rum.

Bertholt Hoover: Bellini. Thinks its super refreshing and enjoys the fruity taste of it. He also 1000% is a brunch guy.

Ymir: Irish Coffee. Probably the type of person to be drinking coffee all day every day. When she finishes the drink though she just gets what ever Historia is getting.

Historia: Wine. She is a total wine drinker. Her favorite is Riesling but it kind of varies. She also very much prefers white wine over red wine.

Hange Zoe: The Batanga. Thinks its fun to say the name and really likes the sweet and tart flavors that come with it. Theyre also the type of person to order a drink thats on fire.

Moblit Berner: Will drink literally anything. He drinks sp much be he always loves Irish Mule. Is also an avid Ginger Beer drinker. (me too) Type I'd person to just eat straight ginger. (me too)

Levi Ackerman: Just a Vodka on the rocks. Nothing too complicated.

Miche Zacharius: His go-to is always any type of whiskey, but if there isn't any whiskey he'll just drink vodka. Drinks beer casually. He will also drink wine when he's at some sort of fancy event. When he drinks wine he does the whole swirl the wine while the glass is on the table to "awaken the aromas", sniff it up close AND from a distance tilt the glass to check the wine, then drink it. But that's only at fancy events to "edicet" when he's no where fancy it's whiskey. He can also tell what type of whiskey it is just by the taste.

Nanaba: Any wine or vodka. It really depends on the day and how she's feeling but normally goes with wine.

Gelger: Litterally anything. Typically likes a super strong vodka but if it's not he'll still drink it. Grabs the first thing he finds and drinks it.

Erwin Smith: Kinda has what ever Miche has cause they go bar hopping together but he'll have Abstinthe as his go-to.

[dellalyra]

omg imagine gojo with a welsh or irish gf - another irish girl

Gojo would thrive with one of us Irish women

Because let’s face it: we’re mostly all firebrands, strong, fiery passionate women.

That strong sense of loyalty and family (blood or found) oriented attitude? He relishes it, a feeling of belonging - of being truly loved and respected by someone? Amazing. The fiery nature of our blood lends itself a protective nature. The higher ups are giving him shit? Not a chance.

“Eh? Excuse you, you wrinkly sack of shite? What your last skivvy die of? Hush your gob or I’ll shut it for you. Fucking scarlet for ya’, absolute state of ya.”

Sometimes when you’re angry your accent becomes thicker or if you’re a gaeilgeoir you might slip into your teanga nádúrtha and I stg gojo has never gotten a hard on quicker in his life than seeing you spitting fire at that typical angry Irish girl speed of light.

None of his arrogance or occasional push-too-far would float either. None of us have the energy.

“Satoru, for the love of God, if you keep going on about not wanting to do the washing up because you’re the strongest, I’m going to crack up. I don’t have the energy for your shite right now. Now get up off your arse and clean the pan.”

Probably takes him a while to get used to how casually we curse and drink too, like you’re going to see your friends?

“I’m meeting the gang for a few jars tonight, coming?”

“The fuck are you doing with jars?”

The vernacular gets him too.

“SATORU!” Comes a shout from across the house.

“Yes, gremlin?”

“Grab me a few tea cloths from the hot press will you? Good chap.”

“Hot press? Is that a sex position?”

���Oh, Jesus Mary and Joseph.”

If you guys have kids - they’re brought up with the value that the mammy is the centre of the family and nothing goes on without her say so.

Like imagine a little mini version of Satoru running around and sprinting to his dad.

“Daddy, can I have the sweets on the table?” Shiny blue eyes mirror each other.

“Ask your mother, kiddo, it’s her dairy milk.”

The patter of feet is followed by a:

“MAAAAAAA! Can I have your selection box?”

“You can in your hat!”

Satoru sick? Why do you keep giving him flat 7up or cream crackers? Suguru got wounded on a mission, why do you insist on putting sudocream on it?

Christmas rolls around and for some reason in late November it’s a very big deal one Friday night. You have cornered him, Suguru and Shoko and forced them all into Christmas pyjamas and made hot chocolates for everyone and switched the telly on.

“What is going on? It’s not even Christmas.” Suguru asks, completely lost.

“Wha? Sure it’s the last Friday in November.”

The three just sit in silence.

“You three, thick as a plank, the lot of ye. I told ye last week that it’s the Toy Show tonight!”

“The what show?”

“The Toy Show!”

“It’s a show… about toys?”

“Yeah! A load of kids showing off their toys and showing how they work and all. Fierce funny. Robbie Keane usually ends up on it too somehow.”

If ever there’s an issue where some arsehole is annoying you about stereotypes, it’s always an entertaining show for Satoru.

“Can you do a Riverdance?” The stranger asks.

“Jaysus, sure I haven’t done any Irish dancing since I was in 3rd class and my nanny forced me to.”

Introducing him to Irish delicacies?

No I don’t mean coddle, or stew.

I mean real delicacies.

Like a chicken fillet roll or a spice bag. Your Nana’s apple tart. Soda bread or a bottle of Lilt. Bag of tayto (cheese and onion, obviously) or purple snack bars? A curly wurly? Red lemonade or a mikado biscuit? (Fuck, we love sweets I’m realising as I write this) or a decent cup of tea (Barry’s or Lyon’s, I won’t start that debate here).

Most of all, I think Satoru would thrive in the warmth of an Irish woman. We might be temperamental, battleaxes sometimes, and always a bit mad but one thing I know is we love wholeheartedly and fiercely, with every fibre of who we are. That belonging, the nurturing, the warmth and sheer sense of home that we all somehow tend to exude would made Satoru an incredibly happy man.

[cursedfortune]

𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑(𝐒): Grey, but blue and black follow closely

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑(𝐒): Tart, maybe? Or meat. Meat... flavor

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂: I dip into all genres typically but metal and electronic stuff I favor. Give me some good screams and bass

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄(𝐒): Storm of the Century, The Matrix trilogy, Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind and probably The Lion King (addition: LOTR)

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: (Naoki Urasawa's) Monster, Code Lyoko, Inuyasha, Dragon Ball, Re: Zero, Parasyte, Serial Experiments Lain, Jujutsu Kaisen, Law & Order, Transformers, 1899, The Haunting of Hill House and maybe The Handmaid's Tale hmm (addition: golden kamuy lmao)

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: Alan Wake II OST, I don't remember the specific song

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: Rewatching the show From for a second time

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄: I think The Hunchback of Notre Dame I rewatched last? Or it was The Last Voyage of the Demeter again? Idk I like both and this was a few weeks ago lmao

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: ...my answer to this is always some kind of architecture book because I'm always trying to flesh out designs I'm doing lmao

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: THE CHEST HIGH WALL

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍: Aside from my own projects, client story and character projects @_@

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under the apple trees

Charles Evenson searches for his wife in 1920 and finds something haunting under the apple trees, or Charles thinks he killed his wife. on ao3 here. content warnings: references to domestic violence, sexual assault, burying alive, murder, and alcohol abuse.

June 16, 1920.

Charles Evenson awoke to the feeling of an ice pick piercing his skull. The sip of bootlegged whiskey he presumed to be water, had last night’s dinner threatening to make itself known. As the wrinkles in his face deepened — making him look like his father more each passing day — his tolerance for the drink that once sustained his youth deteriorated. 

He stumbled to the bathroom, tripping over his own feet as he squinted to avoid the rising sun peeking through the blinds. He had asked his wife to replace the flimsy lace curtains to something more substantial. She refused, whining she had spent hours crocheting them while he was away. He didn’t have the energy to fight her. 

The bathroom door was closed, a sliver of light telling him his wife was holed up in there, again. The same sight and pain in his head had greeted him the morning prior, and the one before that. 

Naively he had presumed she was avoiding him, throwing one of her hysteric fits after a disagreement. The memory of their fight had evaded him, the cause long forgotten. What remained was dried blood caked to his knuckles, pools of rust-colored stains on their bedsheets, and a knife lodged in the kitchen countertop. 

That morning, unlike the two previously, he twisted the doorknob. His shoulders straightened, preparing for one of their early morning fights. It was a habit of theirs. The oak door creaked open to reveal an empty room. 

“Hello?” He muttered. The only response he received was the flicker of the overhead light. 

The impending disagreement escalated. He let the anger simmer as he went about his routine; using the restroom, showering, cooking himself a breakfast he burned, smoking a cigarette without opening a window. 

He half-heartedly searched the rest of the house, paying closer attention to her typical hiding places. She was nowhere to be found. The impending battle jumped another pitch, his nails dug into his palm. 

She had insisted on publicly embarrassing him before. Less than a month into marriage, after she had pushed him too far, she had run off to her parents. A weekend with her cousin for Christmas had turned into a week. He was forced to traipse all the way out to Milwaukee. He refused to acknowledge how exhilarating those fights had been. The hours spent sitting in ugly silence as a train engine chugged along, a tea kettle at a near boiling point for an uncomfortable, unnatural amount of time until the kettle nearly exploded. A shrill scream as a room was drowned in blinding steam. 

A thrill ran down his spine as he began to think of the hunt. It was cut abruptly by the realization she may not be hiding but hidden.      

———————   

He pulled his automobile off the dirt farm road, parking in between dense rows of fruit trees he knew well. Despite its density, Charles knew the orchard had not turned a profit in nearly a decade. The peaches were never quite sweet enough, the apples never red enough, the plums too tart. 

The Platt’s grove had made a brilliant hiding place for Charles over the years. In the few months they courted, they had secretly met in the orchard a handful of times, away from her mother’s grating inquisitiveness. 

Once they were married, many months in, he had met another woman among the trees. One less stubborn, who did not pester, a woman whose name he could not, nor cared to, remember. He had met a half dozen forgettable women thereafter. 

A little over a year into their marriage, in the middle of the night he had raced to the grove. His wife wrapped in a bed sheet lying lifeless on the back bench seat. Frantically he had dug a grave under the apple trees, under the light of his headlights and the full moon. Four scoops of dirt had been thrown into the shallow grave —  making a point to cover her face first — when she screamed. He helped her out, and they went home and never spoke again. 

Less than a month later, after one particularly loud argument, he snuck back onto the property, spending most of the night digging the small hole into a proper grave. He covered the grave with a board and leaves, telling himself it was a precaution. He would never need it.  

When he returned from the front the times he thought he would need it were countless — countless fights and snide remarks — but he had never used it, at least not as a grave. An occasional barrel from his friends in New Straitsville had been stored in the hole to avoid his wife’s nagging. 

The engine shut off as he stepped out of the car, scanning the night. It smelled like rain and wet soil. The cicadas screamed, a deafening incessant buzz. 

He looked for the heart he had carved in the trunk of an old apple tree; hoping if someone ever discovered the symbol they would suspect adolescent antics, not a morbid gravestone. The trunks looked as if they went on for miles, rows, and rows of evenly spaced trees taunting him. 

He walked further into the grove, twigs crunching under his boots, his step quickening. The sun was almost done rising, the old farmer was undoubtedly moving about his routine, unaware of the potential disaster lurking in his yard. 

Charles could foresee one of the old hounds digging up the grave, dropping her femur at the front door. He shook his head violently, the ice pick returning to its familiar place in his skull. 

She was hiding, throwing a fit, mocking him. She was not buried hundreds of feet from her childhood home at the hands of her husband. 

His search was a precaution, he would not kill his wife. 

The boy’s face flickered across his mind. He shook his head. That was different, war. His life had been on the line, anyone would have done that. 

He was not evil. His wife’s screams echoed in his brain, her pleading, the words ‘no, God no,’ beat in his brain like a pulse. The blood, hers, under his nails, on his knuckles, the bruise on his forearm. Disagreements, like any other married couple. 

They had disagreements, but it wasn’t the only thing they had. The happy moments. Summer evenings were spent watching the neighborhood as they sat on the porch swing, nursing a drink. The feast she had cooked when he returned home after sixteen months. The taste of apple pie, the promise he made to do better, her genuine smile. The first time he had brought her to his house, she had prattled on about decorations and Christmas stockings. The moment they learned she was expecting, and every moment after, the bump, the kicks, the nursery that would never be used. 

The light of his lantern fell on a mound of fresh dirt, five feet long, and three feet wide. Shit. Shit. Shit.

No. 

She was not dead. 

He did not kill her. 

He had not held a pathetic burial for a pitiful woman, and forgotten entirely. 

No. 

Excuses for the public began racing through his head: she ran in the middle of the night, it was a complete surprise. No, that would lead to questions about why she would leave him. She could not handle the grief any longer. She slipped on the stairs. 

He could move, let her slip from everyone’s memory as he lived a life without her. 

“Charles?” A deep voice called out through the trees. 

Charles's head snapped to attention. “Hello, George,” he called to the father-in-law he had not seen in nearly four years. 

He needed an excuse, now, because she was, he did, and he had. Or at least that’s what he believed. 

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Beef Kielbasa and Kraut: A Perfect Slow-Cooked Comfort Meal

There’s something undeniably comforting about the savory combination of beef kielbasa and kraut, especially when slow-cooked to perfection. This traditional Eastern European dish packs a flavorful punch and offers nutritional benefits, making it both delicious and hearty.

Why Beef Kielbasa and Kraut?

The rich, smoky flavor of beef kielbasa pairs perfectly with the tangy, fermented goodness of sauerkraut. When slow-cooked, the kielbasa absorbs the briny, tart flavor of the kraut, while the kraut takes on a savory richness from the sausage. This cooking method ensures that every bite is tender, flavorful, and well-balanced.

Nutritional Benefits

Beef Kielbasa:

• Protein Powerhouse: Beef kielbasa is a good source of protein, which helps with muscle repair and growth. A typical 2-ounce serving has around 8-10 grams of protein.

• Rich in B Vitamins: Beef kielbasa provides several B vitamins, especially B12, which supports energy levels and brain function.

• Fats: It contains about 12-15 grams of fat per serving, most of which is saturated fat. While it’s calorie-dense, enjoying it in moderation fits into various diets, including keto.

• Calories: Depending on the brand, 2 ounces of beef kielbasa can range between 180-200 calories.

Sauerkraut:

• Low-Calorie and High-Fiber: Sauerkraut is extremely low in calories, with about 27 calories per cup, while being rich in dietary fiber, which helps with digestion and satiety.

• Probiotics: Sauerkraut is a fermented food, meaning it’s packed with probiotics that support gut health and boost the immune system.

• Vitamins and Minerals: Sauerkraut is high in vitamin C and vitamin K, supporting immune health and bone strength. It’s also a good source of iron and manganese.

The Magic of Slow Cooking

When you slow cook beef kielbasa and kraut, the low, steady heat allows the flavors to meld together, creating a deeply satisfying dish. The kraut’s acidity tenderizes the kielbasa, while the natural fats in the sausage enrich the kraut. Cooking it on low for 4-6 hours ensures everything is perfectly melded, and the aroma that fills the kitchen is mouth-watering!

How I Prepare It

I personally love using beef kielbasa in this dish. It brings a heartier, more robust flavor compared to pork or chicken kielbasa. Here’s my go-to method:

1. Ingredients: Beef kielbasa, sauerkraut (I use a 32-ounce jar), a bit of mustard, and caraway seeds.

2. Slow Cooker Prep: Slice the kielbasa into thick rounds, drain the sauerkraut slightly (but leave some juice for flavor), and toss both into the slow cooker. Add a teaspoon of mustard and a sprinkle of caraway seeds for that extra layer of flavor.

3. Cooking Time: Let it cook on low for about 4-6 hours or on high for 2-3 hours.

4. Enjoy: The result is tender, juicy kielbasa with tangy, flavorful kraut that’s perfect for any meal.

A Comforting, Low-Carb Meal

For those following a low-carb or keto lifestyle, this dish is a great choice. Both beef kielbasa and sauerkraut are low in carbs, making it ideal for anyone looking to reduce their carbohydrate intake while still enjoying a filling, tasty meal.

Conclusion

Beef kielbasa and kraut is a comforting, hearty meal that’s easy to prepare and loaded with flavor. Whether you’re enjoying it as a weeknight dinner or serving it for a gathering, this dish will surely impress with its rich, savory taste and health benefits.

Want to see my kielbasa? Just ask me :). No one reads these.

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Bond To Happen Part 11

Part 11: What if I'm a Mistake?

Warnings: the reader has passive suicidal ideation, lots of big feelings from trauma, mention of SA, canon typical content

Word Count: 3500ish

“You slept in the same bed as Billy Russo and nothing happened?” Karen asks in blatant disbelief, fingers stilling in your hair. You roll your eyes at her from your spot on the couch, head resting in her lap.

“That is what I said, Kare, 3 times now, I think. He’s a good guy, he’s never made me uncomfortable and he respects my boundaries.” Your tone is a little defensive.

“I know, sweetie. Honestly, he’s surprised both me and Frank with how he is around you. I just meant you both obviously have some sort of connection and I thought being that close might be what changes things up a bit.”

You relax at her words. “I was so tired, I passed out pretty quickly. I was just grateful the thunder wasn’t as loud after I fell asleep.”

“And if you both had been more awake?” Her words make you think.

“I don’t know if I’m there yet, Kare,” you say softly. “It’s not like he’s even actually said anything to show he’s interested either. There would have to be so much talking to even start anything romantic or physical and I haven’t told him everything about my magic. It would be too complicated and I don’t even know where I would begin…”

“Do you want me to just listen or do you want my thoughts?”

“Thoughts,” you mumble, focusing on the show the two of you have on in the background.

“I think you’re focusing on the obstacles instead of deciding whether or not you want to try,” Karen says kindly.

“What would I do if I did decide?” You ask earnestly.

“I think you gotta pick first, babe,” she answers with a smile.

“Ughhh, why can’t things just be simple. It would be so much easier if I actually got a real amount of energy from you and the rest of the gang,” you groan.

“Me too, but at least it’s been helping a bit, right?”

You nod, unable to voice the lie. You did feel better around your friends, especially when touching them, but it didn’t last. Even when you had tried opening your connection to their auras and actively feeding from them, the results had been disappointing. The moment they left the room, your fatigue would come crashing back down on you. You still spent as much time with your found family as you could, but it was about as effective as taking ibuprofen for a stab wound. You didn’t want them to worry, though, so you didn’t say anything. You kept yourself from truly putting words to it, but you had pretty much resigned yourself to your eventual death. Anything you tried now felt like it would be useless. A flailing of limbs as you ran out of air. You didn’t want that. You just wanted to be with your friends until you couldn’t anymore.

Billy was a fantasy, a white knight you were starting to daydream about swooping in and fixing all your problems. But you don’t think even he can help you at this stage. You’d probably have to be attached at the hip 24/7 to make a difference in your health. To be honest, you’d lost pieces of your will to live steadily over the last few years. The first when your parents disowned you. Another when a blonde man slipped something into your drink, a choice that led to his death. You think the biggest part of you gave up that night in the rain, surrounded by the bodies of men who saw you as less than an animal.

******

The days following you and Russo’s rainstorm adventure, he made a point to check on you twice daily. Often through a text in the morning and evening, but it quickly evolved into more. Billy stopping by your office to chat or share food became a regular thing. If he came into the office with a coffee, he always had an extra for you. Frank complained about being left out anytime he noticed. Turns out, you were right, Russo had a sweet tooth, so you would frequently find a tart or donut or some obscure miniature dessert on your desk during the week. 

Russo asked about your life, your family. A sore topic, it turns out, for both of you.

“They disowned me when I told them about all this,” You say, waving a hand and allowing a bit of your icy blue magic to be visible around the room.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Russo says earnestly.

“It is what it is. They told me I was as good as dead to them. They weren’t bad parents, though, so it was tough to accept they meant it. Up until they brought out the shotgun to make sure I moved all my shit out of their house. At least they waited until after undergrad to decide they hated ‘my kind’.” You leave out some details. Mainly that they called you a whore because of the details of your magic. At the time you thought you were some sort of succubus related witch. But you’d only ever had sex twice with a friend in college so you don’t think you can really claim either title.

“I grew up in foster care. Frank was the first family I ever had.” Billy admits after a few beats. His aura darkens at the memory, you can tell it’s painful for him, but the change in aura doesn’t feel uncomfortable for you like it should.

“Frank’s good people,” you say finally. “He’s a grumpy bastard, but he’s a real softie on the inside, I think, at least.”

“Don’t let him hear you say that,” Billy laughs. “He’d pout for a week.”

“That is such a strange visual. Frank Castle pouting,” you snort, imagining it. “It’s weird to think that about this time 2 years ago, I didn’t have a single friend in the city and now I’ve got a whole little group. Never had that many people in my life before.”

“Surely you had friends in college?” Billy asks incredulously.

“Never more than two at a time, and most of them didn’t last long.” You shake your head. “It was okay though, I’ve always preferred the quiet.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt it then,” Billy says, jokingly moving to get up.

“No, no. You are a rare exception. Especially as talkative as you are,” you tease.

“Glad to hear you like me, sweetheart,” Billy says, smirking as he settles back into the chair. 

“I didn’t say that.” You feel your cheeks warming and rush to turn the subject back to him. “What about you? I bet you had a bunch of friends through school. You seem like a popular guy.”

Russo shakes his head non committedly. “I was just another pretty face in highschool. Same for the Marines, at the beginning at least.”

You can sense a little bitterness around that word. Pretty. He didn’t like it. His whole aura tenses as he says it. It was something you’d suspected before, but his aura had never confirmed your suspicions until now.

“Well, you started your own company from the ground up and you do a lot of good with it. I would say you have progressed past being just a pretty face.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.” 

******

“Hey, Blue. Any plans for the weekend?” Billy asks, leaning against your doorframe.

“I was planning to get drinks with Karen tonight, but she has to work late so I’m deciding whether or not I still want to go.” You rest backwards in your chair and interlace your fingers over your abdomen, twiddling your thumbs as you think.

“Alone?” Billy arches an eyebrow.

“Well, yeah. Unless you want to come?”

“I’d love to.” Billy smiles at your offer.

Looking back, you probably should have just gone alone. With Billy next to you, you don’t really want to feed. Or you want to feed from him too much and have decided it wouldn’t be fair to do that to a friend without them knowing about it. Instead of feeding, you enjoy a strawberry daiquiri and tease Billy over his choice in beer.

“I don’t need to try it to know it’s gross, Bill.”

“So you’re judgin’ me without having anythin’ to back yourself up?”

“Objectively, I know my drink tastes better.”

“That’s ‘cause it’s sweet, can you even call it a real drink, sweetheart?”

“It has twice as much alcohol as yours does, and it actually tastes good. I swear you and Frank drink that shit just because you’re ‘too manly’ for anything else.” You use air quotes around the words and take another sip. “Try it and tell me you still think yours is better.” You offer him your drink. He raises an eyebrow and swaps drinks with you.

“Only if you try mine.”

You make a face, “Fine.”

The two of you drink at the same time and you grimace. “Yup, I stand by my statement. All beer is gross.”

“Yours is better,” Billy nods, taking another sip.

“I told you so.”

He hums and goes in for a third sip.

“Hey, get your own,” you say as you swipe your drink back before he can drink anymore.

“Why would I do that when I can just steal yours?” Billy grins.

“Absolutely not, William. I will fight you for it.” You finish your drink and the two of you talk for another few minutes before you are ready to call it a night.

An obnoxiously loud chorus of laughter comes from a group across the room and you wince at the noise.

“If you don’t like crowds so much, why do you go out for drinks instead of stayin’ in?” Billy asks curiously as the two of you get up to walk home.

You shrug, “I can’t become a hermit, Bill.” And you have to at least try to feed sometimes.

“Well I’m happy to come with you anytime you want company.” He eyes the room with disdain. “Or a buffer.”

He holds the door open for you and the cool night air hits you as you laugh in response to his words, “A buffer from what?”

“You haven’t noticed all the guys starin’ at you that whole time?”

“Like in a ‘thinking of harvesting my organs for the black market’ way or a ‘there’s something on my face’ way?”

“In a ‘jealous that you have company already’ way.” Billy moves to the outer side of the sidewalk.

You give Billy an incredulous look of disbelief. “In that case, it was probably meant for you, not me.”

“Most of them aren’t my type, sweetheart.”

“Most of them aren’t my type either.”

“What is your type then?” Billy asks.

You are my type, your mind supplies unhelpfully. “I’m not even sure if I know anymore. Most often, it’s women.”

“‘Women’ is a pretty broad category.” Billy grins.

“There are a lot of gorgeous women in the world and they all look different, I happen to appreciate different types of beauty.”

“I hear that. And when it comes to men?”

“My type gets more specific with men. Not that I’ve even dated one in years.”

“That specific, huh?”

“Yup. They have to respect boundaries for one, which feels damn near impossible to find sometimes. I can’t date anyone who’s sexist or racist or homophobic or threatened by me.They gotta be able to communicate their feelings effectively. They have to understand my whole weirdness with touch. And that’s not even adding in if I find them physically attractive. What about you?”

“I thought my type was anything on two legs,” Billy jokes.

“Come on, it’s not fair if I’m the only one revealing all my secrets.”

“So your type is a secret.”

“It might be.”

“In that case,” Billy chuckles. “I like fiery women- and men occasionally.”

You try not to let your surprise show at the admission. Sure, he had hinted, but he’d never outright said anything.

“If we’re talkin’ more than just a passin’ thing, I guess I gotta lot of the more specific descriptions too. I’ve just never really gotten around to a real relationship and figurin’ all that out. Frank keeps tellin’ me ‘quality over quantity.’”

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ve never had a real relationship either. The closest I got was pseudo-dating someone for a month in college. It ended when I started flinching anytime they touched me. That was when this whole thing really got started,” you explain gesturing to your temple. “It sucked ‘cause I really liked them.”

“I don’t really like touch all that much either,” Billy starts softly. “There was this guy at the group home. I must have been ten, eleven at the time. When a grown man tells you that you're pretty, you know nothing good is coming. Let's just say, I wasn't interested in the kind of games that he had in mind. So I went after him with the stickball bat. Caught him good a couple times, too. Then he broke my arm. Got pissed off, ripped my rotator cuff in three places.”

You don’t know what to say, don’t know what you can say. 

Billy continues, “And the older I got, the prettier I got, and the more people wanted a piece of me in one way or another. When people want somethin’, they find a reason to grab it. Shit, you probably know what I mean better than most.”

You nod and look up at him as the two of you keep walking. “You didn’t deserve it, any of it, Billy.”

“Neither did you,” Billy insists, surprising you. You’d never told him what happened, never told anyone. Frank was the only one who you had even mentioned it to. You preferred to keep it buried. Maybe you’ve misread and he meant something else, but instinct tells you he knows, he sees you, he understands.

******

“It’s okay, Frank, it’s just a migraine. People get them all the time and still work,” you insist.

“How many days this month have you had a migraine this bad and still came in?” Frank asks, sounding pretty pissed at you. The lights in your office were as low as they could go and you had had an ice pack over your forehead when Frank came in unannounced as he had a bad habit of doing.

“I didn’t keep track. I don’t know why you’re upset, Frank, I’m getting my work done. This hasn’t affected the quality of my readings or reports.”

“Be straight with me, Blue. Are these migraines ‘cause of your magic?” He refuses to let you get out of this conversation with your excuses. The day or so after you’d returned from your trip with Billy, you had felt better than you had in months but that feeling quickly devolved into feeling worse. You’d had a taste of how good it could be and your magic was protesting. Even going out with him the other night was only a brief escape from the pain.

“Yes.”

“Shit, kid, I didn’t know things had gotten this bad. Does Bill know?”

“No and you won’t tell him. There’s nothing to be done and my job keeps me focused. I’ll tell him if it becomes a problem.” You keep your voice firm, trying to match Castle’s classic stubbornness. You didn’t want to bring Billy into all this, you don’t want him to worry.

“If you get any other symptoms. So much as a sniffle, you will tell one of us immediately. Tell me you understand,” he orders.

“I understand, Frank. I will, I promise.” You aren’t sure if it’s the truth.

Frank eyes you, as if he doesn’t quite believe you either. He eventually nods and leaves your office. Once he’s gone, you remove the ice pack from your face and sit up, reaching for your water bottle. Warmth trickles from your nose and you reach up to wipe it away absentmindedly, as if it’s an itch. You look down at your hand and assess the scarlet coating your skin.

“Fuck.”

******

You had a theory that Matt knew something more than he let on about your health. Sometimes he’d ask if you were okay, a deeper meaning in the words. Or he’d make a point to ask if you wanted to talk, if you needed any help. You didn’t realize how much his enhanced senses were picking up until he confronted you one night in the kitchen of his apartment while you helped clean up after game night.

“You aren’t okay, are you?” He states more than asks.

“I don’t want to talk about it, Matthew,” you reply coolly as you dry a dish.

“You’ve been brushing this off for too long, Blue, talk to me.”

“There’s no point, nothing is going to change this.” You gesture to your head, aura flashing.

“Bullshit. Have you even been trying? Have you looked for anything more concrete about your magic or your species?” Matt is struggling to keep from raising his voice in frustration.

“What is the point? I tried, but it didn't work. I gave up. There is no point in fighting anymore.” You aren’t as good at controlling your volume.

“The point,” he’s practically spitting in anger, “is that you have people who love you. You could have a good life. You just have to want it.”

“A life without real sleep? Without being able to sit in only my thoughts? Without any real chance of a life partner? In a country that’s would sooner collar me, or fucking burn me, than help me? What is the point, Matt?” You’re yelling now, tears slipping down your cheeks as you feel that quiet, ever present rage fill you. The rage of a queer person used to hearing slurs in hallways, bars, and family dinners. Of a woman who has been threatened and belittled and hurt by men who think they are owed something they choose to take. Of a witch who lost her family, her home, her dreams of the future, who was forced into becoming a survivor. 

And with this, you begin to face some of the pain you have forced so deep down into your mind. Everything you were, everything you loved, has been taken from you piece by piece. Your family was your only constant growing up, you’d always struggled to make friends. Your parents took that from you in an instant. You thought you would find freedom in your travels, but all you received was hurt and hate from the strangers you encountered. You finally finally settle in a city where you begin to feel safe, and then your rights are slowly stripped away. You hadn’t wanted to be alive in a long time. Even with your friends, your pain still festered within you like an infection you refused to treat. Sometimes you think death would be easier than this. Anything would be easier than this.

“You deserve to live, Blue,” Matt says softly, voice thick with emotion.

“You don’t know that, Matt. You don’t know what I’ve done to stay alive this long,” you shake your head furiously.

“Have you ever purposely hurt someone innocent?”

“No, but I-”

“Then it doesn’t matter. Do you think Frank deserves to die for what he’s done?”

“No, but-”

“Then why would you?”

“What if I’m a mistake?” You voice a fear that has followed you for so long, you can’t remember a life without it. Something that started small, when no one wanted to play with you as a little kid and grew as disaster seemed to follow you everywhere. “What if I’m wrong and that’s why this happened? Maybe this is nature’s way of self correcting.”

“Someone as good as you, could never be wrong, Blue.”

You break down at that. Full, heaving sobs as you lean over the sink, face in your hands.

“Can I?” Matt asks and you nod, feeling his arms wrap around you.You turn and cry into his shoulder, venting emotion that you’ve tried so hard to avoid, and he lets you. Rubs your back gently and murmurs kind words into your hair. “It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.”

After a while, your sobs taper off, turning to heavy breathing interrupted with sniffles. You try to apologize for ruining Matt’s shirt, but he won’t let you.

“How long has that been building up?”

“A while,” you admit.

“I know I'm not one to talk about the whole, you know, sharing things and talking about feelings, but you know we’re here for you. Right?”

“I know, Matt.”

“I found some older stories and documents, Karen helped but I told her it was a surprise for you. They look promising, Can I send the info to you? Maybe you can look it over and see if anything clicks?” He explains once you’ve calmed down.

“Okay, I’ll give them a look,” you agree. You aren’t sure if your feelings about dying have changed much, but for Matt, for Karen and the rest of the people you’ve become so close with, for Billy, you can try.

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Unlocking the Flavourful World of Essential Keto Gummies in Australia

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[bitterarcs]

Pleasantries were mirrored with pleasantries. In the company held uniquely by both of them, expressions of delight, too, were mirrored. An infectious delight; the disease of comradery without the attachment of strings, judgement, nor that tainted with carnal desire. Perhaps this was genuine friendship, the thing idolized by anyone who considered themselves normal. For Reno, all friendships he had were transactional, to a point; even with Rude things were complicated, and it made Reno wonder if such a relationship could actually be considered a friendship.

Foreign in the realm of any relationship which did not directly take or manipulate, he did not steal away like a frightened child, instead he grasped it while marveling at the wonder that was the human connection. He wore more smirks than neutral expressions, however in Melissa's company the muscles of his jaws did tend to ache slightly from how effortless it was to keep grinning for hours at a time.

The gift of genuine friendship needed to be repaid ten fold, yet with a trip to Gold Saucer already cashed in ( shit! ), the Turk stole Melissa away from any potential grubby client or other work related chaos. Aside from Christmas day, the Honey Bee Inn was probably stuffed full . . with patrons. While Reno was a man with pretty low standards, having often lived in filth and killed men for food scraps, just being in the same building where so much old man jizz was being deposited creeped him out. A loud mouth meant a loud mind and imagination.

Reno didn't touch the champagne itself, but pouring out flute after flute for Melissa distracted him from the other kind of merriment going on in the establishment. Handmade and tropical soaps from Costa Del Sol, which Reno would also get to enjoy down the road, had been gifted. Tart cherries and semi-sweet chocolates from Gongaga and Wutai had been thrown into the mix. Typical gifts which an exceptional price tag as wisely prescribed by Elena. Laying in full suit but donning fuzzy slippers on his feet, he plucked a single cherry to play with the stem as he spoke.

(  ❛  Only the ones who help me win Midgar's Man of the Year, but we all know I had that in the bag anyway. Figured this place could use a little decent male energy, but if someone seems me here and thinks I'm paying to get my chub rubbed, boy, I'm in a world of torment. ❜  )

        ❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜ @stingslikeabee         (   is this a love confession, melissa ?  )

[citrus-colored-and-pkmn]

"Phantom Kisses"

Relationship: Gengar Ingo/Reader Au: Hybrid Disease Fandom: Pokemon Word Count: 1646 Summary:

After a late shift at the bakery, you decide to spend some quality time with your boyfriend. Things dont go as planned.

  It was pretty late into the night, and had you not had a helpful guide who could also light the way, you might have gotten lost in the thick brush of trees. “You would think I’d have the path memorized by now.” you joked aloud getting a ghostly trill from the Chandelure as she guided you through the darkness with her glow.

  Within the thick dark woods of the wilds there was a manor you liked to visit near an abandoned railway route. It wasn’t a place on any current map, though you figure the inhabitants preferred it that way. It wasn’t a place easy to find without someone to guide you, so it was very telling that you only happened to come across the manor while being extremely lost when your berry picking was interrupted by a sudden storm. It had been a scary experience at first, and the owners hadn’t been all too friendly during the first few minutes, though that was understandable, seeing as you barged into their house. But now the manor was a place you really enjoyed visiting after getting to know the owners. You couldn’t help hugging the basket you’d been carrying when you thought about them.

  “Thank you again, Flare,” you thanked the ghost type after she safely brought you back to the Manor. Gently patting the glass-like body of the ghost, you gave her a tart as thanks for her help before you entered the old building.

  Under your feet the floorboards creaked with each step, and the door opened with a loud creak, as though the building itself was greeting you, welcoming you back into its halls. It was a comforting sound now that you were used to it. You couldn’t hear much other movement in the building though, which was a bit odd, “They shouldn’t be asleep this late into the night,” you said to yourself as you walked through the dark house. The two you were visiting were both nocturnal breeds, and hardly the type to waste their time sleeping longer than needed. Though you had an idea of where at least one of them might be.

  Even if you hadn’t managed to properly memorize the path to the manor, you did manage to map out the building itself, as well as the habits of the two men. The younger twin always had a lot of energy to burn, he liked pokemon battling and testing strategies, so if you had to guess it was quiet because he was out in the night somewhere. On the other hand, although the twins often shared a brain cell when they were together, the older twin was much calmer and enjoyed quiet time in the small library he’d put together. So that was where you were headed.

  With a knock on the doorframe, you peaked into the room lit up by a ghostly purple light, a smile spreading on your face, “Helloooo, Ingo? You in here?”

  In the room, nearest to the shelf holding his collection of books, the man was floating above ground. He was in a sitting position, like he would if he were in a chair, a novel in hand, and ghostly flames lighting the area. His scarlet eyes were torn away from the book that held his attention to look at you when you came into view. It didn’t take you long to realize Ingo didn’t smile like how other people would, and it wasn’t as big and mischievous as the typical Gengar’s grin. Still, it was a cute and friendly expression that never failed to make you feel welcomed. “Hello, my dear,” he greeted, red eyes flashing purple as you felt your body being lifted off the ground, “I’m happy to see your tracks lead you back to the manor safely.” Holding onto your basket, you felt a tingle go up your spine from being wrapped in the ghostly glow. Ingo had developed a bad habit of picking you up with his abilities without warning. Though maybe that was just typical of ghost or psychic types, you couldn’t really say.

  The weightlessness wasn’t easy to get used to, and the glow made your skin tingle when you were wrapped in it, but you didn’t mind the glow as much. You actually kind of liked it. “I-It’s all thanks to Flare for being my guide as always,” you reassured him as you were settled in his lap. When the glow dropped, Ingo used his free arm to keep you steady, “That’s a relief to hear, I apologize for not coming to meet you at the entrance though.” The ghost man apologized before waving his book around, “I got caught up in the novel you got me, and didn’t realize I was behind schedule.”

  “It’s alright, hun,” reaching up, you cupped his face, his skin cold to the touch, “I know your a bit shy about being seen by other people…” the pad of your thumb gently stroked his cheek to soothe him. The hybrid pressed into your warm skin, practically purring as he turned to press a cold kiss to your palm before rubbing his cheek against your skin. Being a ghost-poison type, Ingo lacked body heat, and in the dark, he gave off a sinister aura typical for his breed of hybrid. But watching him act like an attention starved lillipup, it was almost hard to believe he’d almost given you a heart attack during your first encounter. Honestly it was unfair how cute he could act. “Thank you, dearest…” the gengar man sighed, thankful for your understanding.

   “I made your favorite roll cake today at the bakery,” Tipping up the rim of his hat, you leaned in, careful not to drop your basket, and pressed a kiss on his forehead, “I thought you’d like something sweet for a midnight snack.” The man hummed a happy tune, “Really? Lucky me,” he chuckled, “But you know I’d love anything you make me my dear.” a small squeak escaped you when the man pulled you down with his as he switched to floating in a lying position. “If anything, I can’t help but feel jealous that you're willing to sell your goods to other people. It makes the ghost in me want to be greedy and have them to myself.” This got a laugh out of you, his flirty tone making your heart beat faster, “That so? Am I not enough for you then?” you joked, looking into his midnight colored eyes, Ingo answered with a peck on your lips, “You're much more than enough…” the ghost man pulled you close, using his abilities to put the basket and the novel he’d been reading elsewhere so they wouldn’t get in the way.

   With your body flushed against him, he began to pepper small kisses against your forehead, his arms keeping you pressed securely against him in a possessive embrace. The twins were touch starved, hungry and greedy for affection ever since they’d been affected by “Hybrid’s Disease”. It was pretty obvious the effect public views of Hybrids had on the two, especially towards a Ghost-Poison type like Ingo, while Emmet, being a Normal-Fairy type, seemed to have an easier time. The way you saw it though, it wasn’t very fair that he’d be forced to hide away to avoid scaring people, Ingo was such a sweet person. Any moment he had to be alone with you, he’d slowly become clingy and greedy for every bit of attention he could have without Emmet interrupting. He’d hold you tight, and smother you in kisses, and you were happy to give him all the love you could too, he deserved it after all.

  You could feel yourself flinch when his icy lips pressed a chilling kiss to the hot shell of your ear, making your fingers curl and cling onto the fabric of his coat, “You're so warm my dear…” he purred, his words drenched in arousal. The want and need dripping from his tone made you gulp as your throat felt a little dry, he really wasn’t wasting any time tonight. “So warm… and soft… you always smell so sweet too… I can barely control myself around you…” his purr melted into a growl when his teeth found their way to the skin of your neck, his jaws clamping down to imprint your flesh with his mark. “You sure love biting.”

  “Is it wrong to want to mark the one I love?” Ingo reasoned, nuzzling into the curve of your neck as he peppered soft kisses. Your hands caressed along his chest and shoulders before finding their way into his hair, his ash purple hair was soft despite the was it spiked like a gengars ghost-like quills, “If I don’t mark you, I’ll have to keep sharing you with Emmet. We may be twins, but I shouldn’t have to share my lover with him too,” You guessed that made sense, “Though now that you mention it- Mh-!” he bite down again, making you tug on his hair a little, “Should we be doing this right now…? Where is Emmet?” It wouldn’t be the first time he’d walked in on you and Ingo when you were getting frisky. It was a bit of a mood killer.

  “Mh. He’s… pre-occupied as of right now. We won't be disturbed for a while.” Blinking, something about his change of tone made you feel a little-

  Suspicious.

  “Why does that give me a bad feel…?”

  The hybrid man paused for a moment, a slight bit of guilt ringing in his silence. “Ingo… What did you do…?” You didn’t like using the same accusatory tone you’d use with Emmet on him, but he had quickly become rigid at your question. “I may have… temporarily cursed Emmet into taking the form of a doll… after he was being particularly obnoxious earlier…” he finally admitted.

  “Ingo…”

[2dayihaveaheadache]

Sandalwood, Saffron & Tart Chocolate

Should I be fueling all my energy now into the exam phase? Definetly. (* gulps guiltly and stares at the stack of scribbled notes in the corner that have dust on them* ) Am I still writing Obikin on the side? Maybe...

Ok, let's cut the chase. New Obikin WIP for the Senator AU, so enjoy whiny Anakin being bathed in holy wated, dressed up and more to become Obi-Wan’s bride, in style of typical wedding night ritual. The plan is to make him so irresitible that even Senator Obi-Wan, however austure, all high and morally he thinks of himself cannout resist the force of nature that is Anakin's beauty!

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Shmi brushes through his hair, caressing his scalp in a shy moment of tenderness. The wooden comb in her hand moves gently to untie knots and sperate his strands. She coats her fingers in oil, that smells of saffron, sandalwood and cinnamon, reminding Anakin of Mos Eisley’s marketplace, a distant scent lingering in the air. She sculpts his hair with skilled artistry, letting a few locks fall into his vision to frame his countenance, some curling around his jaw, others weaved together with glass beads in tiny braids, flowing down into a longer braid in his nape. The glass beads and pearls shimmer in different hues of orange and red in the evening sun, reflecting the twin suns.

It is jewelry for a bride, Anakin thinks and suddenly feels naked, sitting with bared upper body in front of his mother while she combs his hair. Every scar is unveiled - the little silver half-moon on his forearm when he had burned himself, the cut in his eyebrow that had only missed his eye by a few centimeters, the blemishes on his skin, the tan fading away where the clothing line starts around his collarbones, the birthmark on his chest, a tiny dot next to his heart – all the imperfections, that are normally hidden away under, are now on open display. It makes him feel raw and exposed.

He shiveres in the cold, suddenly missing the heat of desert during daytime, hugging himself, trying to cover his chest but Shmi pushes his hands gently away, telling him to be patient, letting her finish the ritual before she continues oiling his skin. He smells the spices on himself as she moves her finger over his neck, rubbing over his spine tenderly, soothing the tension there. The scent hangs heavy in the air, tart saffron, a hint of dark chocolate mixed with male sweat, his own musk – he smells strongly, intoxicating, made to be desired.

He stares up at the horizon, the twin suns bleeding out in a wash of red tones, darkness slowly over taking the sky dome and the first stars appearing – he had called them diamond eyes when he was young, thousands of eyes observing him from above, watching over him like a mystical being. He had always felt more like the others, was sensitive, saw things before they happened as if he had a fine-tuned sensor and could take a quick glance under the veil of time but the images where blurry and only a few details noticeable, a hint for something, only decipherable when it already had happened.

He slides into a robe of the finest silk he had ever touched when he tries to pry into his own future, eyes closed, brows furrowed, fingers crossed in a silent prayer to the diamond eyes. All he feels is a warmth, a heat warmer then the middays in the dessert, crawling under his skin, curling around his core, nagging at his rips teasingly, riding through his veins to his heart and then resting there, nourishing him, making him feel loved and desired.

Obi-Wan lies on his tongue. The name tastes sweet on his tongue like grapes, freshly plucked from the vine, dripping down into the sweetest liquid ever tasted. Obi-Wan, he sighs and the diamond eyes answer in a chorus.

(Enjoy this loveletter to Anakin's beauty!)

(anyone interested for this to turn into a full length story on ao3?)

[wrathfulmercy]

4. how do your decide on an FC for a new muse? 6. which of your muses has the most unique comfort food? 13. which of your muses would you consider to be the best cook? 21. which of your muses tends to get attached to people / things the fastest? 27. which of your muses has the best / most attuned gut instinct? do they listen to it? 28. which of your muses has had the most character growth since you started writing them?

Q’s for a multimuse from here @wexarethewalkingxdead

4. how do your decide on an FC for a new muse

I mean mostly I play Canon characters so the faceclaim search is already done BUT when I make an OC (and I have two atm) I first create the character and the story and then I search for a face or person that fits the energy. Like for Alex I had in mind she should be a female Negan version, so dark hair, quirky energy, sunshine, adventurous and a little tease. It was a coincidence I found Inbar cause I never saw anything she did before but then I watched some scenes with her and was like YES that fits. For Daena it was the same, she should be a mixture between Viserys and daemon as their little sister so I needed a woman with very light hair and typical Targaryen face features which need very sharp cheekbones for example and not the average kind of beauty. I never watched anything of Samara either but her face just fitted her character best. And I try not to take the faces that are too overused. Hope that helps :)

6. which of your muses has the most unique comfort food?

Hmmm I think none of them really has a super unique comfort food. It’s maybe unique that Alex doesn’t like sweets much so she would prefer Asian take out. Rick is an absolute sweet tooth. Negan loves his meat. Daemon and Tommy do not really care about food, they rather drink. So maybe Daena has the most unique comfort food in her world cause she loves lemon tarts since she never had them when she grew up and discovers them in the capitol. So for her it’s super unique, for the people in Westeros it’s probably not.

13. which of your muses would you consider to be the best cook?

Negan without a question.

21. which of your muses tends to get attached to people / things the fastest?

Rick. For sure!

27. which of your muses has the best / most attuned gut instinct? do they listen to it?

Tommy. He’s super smart and always listens to his instincts. I guess Rick comes with Daemon on second place but Tommy is a clear analyst and the most intelligent.

28. which of your muses has had the most character growth since you started writing them?

Alex and Tommy I would say. Alex because she was so detached from any relationships and saw everything as fun and a game until she suddenly started to settle for people she fell in love with. She really turnt into a mother bear with the time and I love that for her. Tommy I would say had his biggest growth in the variety I write him. Every muse I write has a base you can see in every verse. They’re still different but some main character traits are the same. Tommy though is so damn different in his peaky blinders verse compared to the actor or Harry Potter verse. And he differs so much depending on the people he meets. I love how complex he is and I guess that’s one reason I enjoy writing him so much atm.

[tipsycad147]

Apple Magic; How to use Apples in Witchcraft

From the story of Johnny Appleseed to a certain princess taking a bite of a poisoned apple; apples are involved in many stories, especially as magical tools or enchantments. Bobbing for apples, peeling the apple and tossing the skin to reveal the name of your lover, these are just some of many ways apples are used in magic! With Mabon approaching, now is the perfect time to talk about apples and their uses so as part of our Herbal Witchcraft, here’s some info about Apples and how to use them in witchcraft.

A is for Apple

Basically everyone knows what an apple is! Round, sweet or tart, commonly harvested in fall, and used for a variety fo dishes and drinks!

Apples(or Malus Domesticas) are part of the Roseacea family, with other members such as roses, pears, cherries, plums and strawberries. Grown worldwide, apples have 7,500 varieties!

Apples are made up of 4 parts. The skin and pulp are the most commonly used parts, making up the majority of the fruit. The stem and seeds can be ingested but are typically disposed of or recycled. (A great way to recycle the skins and seeds is to make apple cider vinegar!)

The tree of an apple goes through 4 stages before the fruit is ready to harvest. In early spring, the tree is covered in small green buds, waiting to open into flowers. Apple Blossoms are small and sweet smelling, typically pink or white in color. Once pollinated, the blossoms drop off and the tree begins to grow small green nubs that will turn into apples. Once the apples are ready and have changed colors(unless they’re a green apple) they can be harvested! This typically happens in September-October for the best sweetness.

There are tons of recipes on using apples from savory to sweet. Fall-time features many of these dishes due to the harvest. Put a spin on a classic apple dish by using kitchen magic to infuse your dishes with magic!

So how do we use apples in magic?

Apple Magic

Apples feature heavily in love magics. A sweet and often red fruit, its perfect for building a crush or relationship into a strong loving relationship.

Apples also have several spot in magic including things like, luck and prosperity magics, creativity, fertility ,magics and several stories of opening gates to the underworld or otherworld.

All parts of the apple and apple tree can be used in magic. From the blossoms to the bark and fruits there’s a use for basically every part.

In fact my very first wand was made from the branch of an apple tree, as are my rune stones! I save apple seeds for spell jars on love, self love, creativity and prosperity spells.

Apples are a feminine energy and are connected to deities such as Hera, Aphrodite, Gaia and Rhiannon.

Apples are connected to witches and wicca because when you cut an apple in half width wise, the pips or seeds form a star. a 5 pointed start forms part of the pentacle which is used worldwide by many witches and pagans.

Burying 13 apples leaves in the garden after harvest is said to ensure a bountiful harvest the following year.

Finding a Silver Bough, or an apple tree with buds, blossoms, unripe and ripened apples all at the same time; was said to be the entrance to the Land of Faerie, specifically the Isle of Apples, home of The Faerie Queen Morgan Le Fay.

For more ideas and craft tutorials, Check out our Pinterest Board on Green Witchcraft!

Apples(and Apple Magic) in Wiccan Holidays

Apples ripen in the Fall and consequently are featured heavily during the Harvest Festivals. Mabon and Samhain focus heavily on apples and apple dishes, as well as crafts and activities.

Bobbing for apples is a Fall party activity that started out as a courting ritual and race. Names would be marked onto apples and each suitor had 3 chances to grab the apple of their intended. If after 3 times they did not succeed, superstition said their relationship would fail! In the 1800’s the game had fallen away except for parts of Ireland and England. By the end of the century, American colonists brought back apple bobbing as just a game, to be enjoyed by both children and adults.

Here We go a Wassailing

Wassailing was the pagan version of caroling. Typically done during Twelveth Night, people would go from house to house, or to the town orchard. There they would sing songs and request a drink of cider before moving onto the next place to spread cheer. For orchard Wassailing, cider and other offerings were poured out and given to the trees, to give offerings for a strong harvest the next year.

Mabon sees an increase in crafts and magics. Creating apple dishes to bring in love and abundance to the home are probably the most common. Some Mabon crafts you can try is making your own cider,creating an apple candle, and drying apple slices for a natural garland or wreath.

Samhain also features apples. As the veil between the worlds thins, apples and pomegranates are left as offerings for the dead! Some versions involve making a meal and including it in your dummy supper; while others involves burying the apples for the spirits to receive them easier. No matter how you decide to do it, apples make for a good offering to the spirits and deities in fall.( For more info on dumb or dummy suppers check out my 4 part post on Samhain, available here!)

Apples in Mythology

There are quite a few stories involving apples. Most famously known is the Apple of Knowledge in the garden of Eden.

Other stories include:

The Apple of Discord:

The apple that started the Trojan war. When an apple was sent into a party labeled “For the Fairest” 3 goddesses(Athena, Aphrodite and Hera) fought for the title. When the human Paris chose Aphrodite in exchange for the love of Helen of Troy the most beautiful woman in the world, the other 2 were enraged. With the abduction of Helen, started the Trojan war which went on to last 10 years!

Hercules and Atlas, the 11th task:

As part of Hercules 12 labors, he was instructed to enter the garden of Hesperides and take a golden apple from the dragon and the 3 daughters of Atlas. Part of this story involves Hercules taking the world onto his shoulders to get Atlas’s help and then tricking him to take the world back. This completes the 11th of 12 labors required of Hercules.

Atalanta and the foot race

Another Greek myth, Atalanta was a huntress abandoned on a mountain because her father desired a son. She survived and grew to be a mighty warrior and devotee of Artemis.

When she returned to her father as an adult, she swore she would never wed a man unless he could beat her in a foot race(and those who lost would be put to death). Being the best racer, she beat many suitors with ease.

A man by the name of Hippomenes, smitten by her beauty, sought help from Aphrodite. Annoyed that Atalanta was a follower of Artemis and not herself, she gave him 3 irresistible gold apples.

During the race, he threw them at various points, giving him enough time to get ahead and win the race due to Atalanta having no choice but to stop and chase after the shiny apples.

Idun and Loki

To change it up from all the Greek Myths, there’s also Norse stories to tell!

Idun is the keeper of apples in Norse Mythology. Much like the Apple of Eden, there’s nothing that says that apples were specifically the fruit mentioned but it is the most commonly mentioned fruit when the stories are told.

Idun was one of the more important goddesses of Norse Mythology. As keeper for the fruit she controlled the immortality of the gods, for if they did no eat of her fruit, they began to age and weaken.

Loki,being a trickster god, was asked to help the giant Thjazi capture Idun so he could marry her. Loki told Idun of a new and undiscovered fruit outside of the walls of Asgard. She went with him to see this fruit and was immediately captured by Thjazi and taken to his Mountain home.

Some time after her capture, the other gods because to feel the effects of her loss,turning grey and wrinkled and becoming weak. They found out that she was last seen with Loki and after many threats of much pain, he eventually confessed to helping Thjazi with her capture.

With Freya’s help, Loki transformed into a falcon and flew to Jotenheim in search of Idun. He happened to find her unattended as Thjazi was out at sea fishing. Loki transformed her into a nut and quickly returned to Asgard.

Thjazi was furious upon learning he had be deceived and immediately set off after them. The other gods at Asgard created a boundary of kindling which as soon as Loki and Idun made it past, was set on fire. Thjazi flew into the flames and perished.

I wish I had time to tell you all the stories!

There are so many stories that deal with apples(including Avalon/King Arthur and the Underworld)! But these are some of my favorites. To wrap up this post, I’m going to share my Apple Properties list and then you’re golden!(a golden apple that is ha!)

Apple Magic Properties chart

Apple

Latin Name: Malus Domestica Folk Names: The Silver Bough, Tree of Love, Fruit of the Underworld Gender:Feminine Element:Water Planet:Venus Deities:Gaia, Hera, Aphrodite, Dionysis, Rhiannon Crystals: Rose Quartz, Amethyst, Morganite, Aquamarine Magical Properties: Love, Immortality, Luck, Prosperity, Hidden Knowledge, Divination, Opening Gateways, Abundance, Longevity,Creativity, Fertility Uses: Love spells, Healing Spells, Dream Sachets, Home wreaths and garlands, Divination Tea, Wands and Runes, Garden offerings, Carved dried apple faces

An Apple a day won’t keep the Witch Away!

I hope you found something interesting about Apples and their history in Witchcraft.Feel free to save my Apple Magic Graphic for your Book of Shadows or Grimoire. Check out our Pinterest Board for ideas and recipes on how to use apples for magic and kitchen witchcraft!

[ajmeltdiaries]

40. CTC, aka Chi Town Chem (IC Collective) Live Rosin

Family

Chem

P: Chemdog 91 (1, 2) By IC

GP: Chemdog 91 (2, 3) By Chemdog via IC

CTC (Chi Town Chem) is a relative grandchild of original Chemdog 91, cultivated and further bred by IC Collective. They call the pheno "3 Dots", and I'm not sure of the significance, although it does neatly represent the city it's branded after.

Keynotes:

https://www.iccollective.com/ctcstrain

https://www.iccollective.com/cd91

https://www.alchimiaweb.com/blogen/chemdog-story/

Form

It's a doughy, cold cured texture typical of many other IC strains released this year. It's soft and spongy but not runny. Dark straw / sandy in color. Like One Way, CTC looked a little granular at first, but after tooling*, it changes into a solid consistency with a nice terp sweat.

Full disclosure, I forgot to take post-tooled photos #3-4 above for a couple weeks. These reflect a few days of usage, and the jar was at room temp for an hour or two prior. One unintended benefit here is that you can see a cross section of the mass weeks after tooling.

*Whipping is a common misnomer. You can’t whip this stuff. You can, however, gently form it into a uniform mass using a dab tool. That, for brevity, is tooling.

Flavor

Too complex to generalize!

Before I get into aroma, let me clarify that this has perceptibly distinct flavor profiles at slightly different times/temperatures. It is enigmatic and one of the best expressions of this aspect in Chem that I've come across.

Aroma has a major rotating cast of sour skunk, bright citrus, and tart berry--quintessentially Chem fruit--followed by a minor rotating cast of floral, earth, and gas. There is a promise of Kush to be delivered in the flavor.

For the following I used my Victoria D banger.

At 510°F, CTC started as spicy diesel that led into floral, citrus, and fruit candy. The finish was bright, tart, and difficult to pin down between chem and sour candy. This is what I would call Prototypical (Gas, Floral, Sour).

At 525°, the diesel took on a sweeter, breathier Kush note, which emboldened the floral, citrus, and earth/gas notes. She finished dank and sour, with toasted citrus in place of chem/candy. I would generalize this as Sweet (Pastry, Fruit, Chem).

At 550°, the spice took over and transformed the profile into a savory mix of intense gas and chem. I got salty lime in the finish. I would generalize this as Savory (Spice, Gas, Chem).

Felt Effects

This has everything I expect in a pure Chem. It's body and mind, elevated to the clouds, after a long, gradual seeping in. My head felt light and lifted, hazy but creative. My body was fully relaxed and relieved. I could get stuck on the couch if I wanted, and it is fantastic for neighborhood walks. It's potent as hell and can be sedative with enough dose (~.1g for me).

Effect: Strength of Evidence (0=None, 5=Optimal) Energy/Amplify: 5 Relaxation: 5 Relief: 5 Sleep: 4 Haze: 5 Lock: 5

Final Thoughts

IC bottles lightning yet again! This chameleon of a Chem reflects so many different sensory aspects in its flavor and effects, it is very properly named after Chicago. It's sweet, it's savory, it's bright, it's funky. It's gritty and adaptable. It's strong as fuck and unbothered. It's an excellent companion with coffee, or a movie, or going out, or however else I wanna walk that dog in me.

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A little grand rising with the inimitable Nick Shoulders, and an evening tip o’ the brim with CTC live resin and the Deslondes. Enjoy! 🫠

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What Type of Caffeine Is in Coffee?

Coffee is one of the most popular beverages worldwide. Many of us rely on it to start our day or keep us going through a busy afternoon. But what exactly is in that cup that gives us the energy boost? The answer is caffeine. However, not all caffeine is the same. This article will explore the different types of caffeine in coffee, how they affect our bodies, and what makes them unique.

What is Caffeine?

Caffeine is a natural stimulant. It’s found in coffee, tea, chocolate, and many other plants. It works by stimulating the central nervous system, making you feel more awake and alert. Caffeine is absorbed quickly into the bloodstream, and its effects can be felt within minutes.

Types of Caffeine in Coffee

When we talk about caffeine in coffee, we’re generally referring to one primary type: 1,3,7-trimethylxanthine, commonly known as caffeine. However, caffeine’s chemical composition and how it’s processed can vary slightly depending on the type of coffee bean, how it’s roasted, and how the coffee is brewed.

1. Caffeine in Arabica Coffee Beans

Arabica coffee beans are the most commonly consumed type of coffee bean. They are known for their smooth, mild flavor. Arabica beans typically contain about 1.2% caffeine by weight, which is lower compared to other coffee beans like Robusta.

The caffeine in Arabica beans is less bitter, which contributes to their smoother taste. This makes Arabica coffee a favorite for those who enjoy a less intense coffee experience.

2. Caffeine in Robusta Coffee Beans

Robusta beans are another popular type of coffee bean. They contain more caffeine than Arabica beans, about 2.2% by weight. The higher caffeine content gives Robusta beans a stronger, more bitter taste.

Robusta coffee is often used in espresso blends to give the coffee an extra kick. It’s also more resistant to pests and diseases, thanks to the higher caffeine content, which acts as a natural pesticide.

3. Caffeine in Liberica Coffee Beans

Liberica beans are less common but still worth mentioning. They have a unique flavor profile, often described as fruity or floral. The caffeine content in Liberica beans is around 1.5% by weight, falling between Arabica and Robusta beans.

Liberica beans are primarily grown in Southeast Asia and West Africa. They’re often used in blends to add complexity to the flavor.

4. Caffeine in Excelsa Coffee Beans

Excelsa is a variety of Liberica beans and has a distinctive tart, fruity flavor. The caffeine content in Excelsa beans is about 1.2% by weight, similar to Arabica beans.

Excelsa is often used in blends to enhance the flavor and aroma of the coffee. Its lower caffeine content makes it a good choice for those who prefer a milder coffee.

Caffeine Content in Different Brewing Methods

The caffeine content in your coffee can also be affected by how it’s brewed. Let’s look at some popular brewing methods and how they influence the amount of caffeine in your cup.

1. Espresso

Espresso is a concentrated form of coffee made by forcing hot water through finely-ground coffee beans. A typical shot of espresso contains about 63 milligrams of caffeine.

Despite being a small serving, espresso packs a punch due to its concentrated nature. However, since it’s consumed in smaller quantities, the total caffeine intake might be less compared to a larger cup of coffee.

2. Drip Coffee

Drip coffee, also known as filter coffee, is the most common brewing method in many households. It involves pouring hot water over ground coffee beans in a filter, allowing the coffee to drip into a pot.

A standard 8-ounce cup of drip coffee contains around 95 milligrams of caffeine. The longer brewing time and larger serving size contribute to the higher caffeine content compared to espresso.

3. French Press

The French Press method involves steeping coarsely ground coffee beans in hot water before pressing the grounds out. This method produces a full-bodied coffee with a rich flavor.

A typical 8-ounce cup of French Press coffee contains about 80 to 100 milligrams of caffeine. The caffeine content can vary depending on the steeping time and the amount of coffee used.

4. Cold Brew

Cold brew coffee is made by steeping coarsely ground coffee beans in cold water for an extended period, usually 12 to 24 hours. The result is a smooth, less acidic coffee with a high caffeine content.

An 8-ounce cup of cold brew contains about 100 to 200 milligrams of caffeine, depending on the concentration. Cold brew is often diluted with water or milk before serving, which can reduce the caffeine content per serving.

5. Instant Coffee

Instant coffee is made from brewed coffee that has been freeze-dried or spray-dried into a powder. It’s convenient and quick to prepare, requiring only hot water.

A typical 8-ounce cup of instant coffee contains about 60 to 80 milligrams of caffeine. The caffeine content is generally lower than brewed coffee because instant coffee is often made from Robusta beans, which are less concentrated.

See Also: How Much Caffeine Is in Coffee Beans?

Factors Affecting Caffeine Content in Coffee

Several factors can influence the caffeine content in your coffee, including the type of coffee bean, the roast level, and the serving size. Understanding these factors can help you control your caffeine intake and enjoy your coffee just the way you like it.

1. Coffee Bean Type

As mentioned earlier, the type of coffee bean significantly impacts the caffeine content. Robusta beans contain more caffeine than Arabica beans, which means a cup of coffee made from Robusta beans will generally have a higher caffeine content.

2. Roast Level

Contrary to popular belief, dark-roasted coffee beans contain slightly less caffeine than light-roasted beans. This is because the roasting process breaks down some of the caffeine content. However, the difference is minimal, and most people won’t notice a significant difference in their caffeine intake based on roast level alone.

3. Grind Size

The grind size of the coffee beans can also affect the caffeine content. Finer grinds expose more surface area to the water during brewing, leading to a higher extraction of caffeine. This is why espresso, which uses finely-ground coffee, has a higher concentration of caffeine per ounce compared to drip coffee.

4. Brewing Time

The longer the brewing time, the more caffeine is extracted from the coffee grounds. This is why drip coffee, which has a longer brewing time, generally contains more caffeine than a quick espresso shot.

5. Serving Size

It’s important to consider the serving size when calculating your caffeine intake. A large cup of coffee will naturally contain more caffeine than a smaller one, regardless of the brewing method or bean type.

How Caffeine Affects the Body

Now that we’ve covered the types of caffeine in coffee, let’s discuss how caffeine affects the body. Caffeine has several physiological effects, some of which are beneficial, while others can be less desirable if consumed in excess.

1. Stimulates the Central Nervous System

Caffeine is best known for its stimulating effects on the central nervous system. It blocks the action of adenosine, a neurotransmitter that promotes sleep, leading to increased alertness and wakefulness.

2. Boosts Metabolism

Caffeine can temporarily boost your metabolism, increasing the rate at which your body burns calories. This is why caffeine is a common ingredient in weight loss supplements.

3. Enhances Physical Performance

Caffeine has been shown to improve physical performance by increasing adrenaline levels. This hormone prepares your body for intense physical activity, making you feel more energetic and capable.

4. Improves Cognitive Function

Caffeine can also enhance cognitive function, improving focus, concentration, and reaction times. This is why many people rely on coffee to stay sharp during long work hours.

5. Causes Dependence

While caffeine has many benefits, it can also lead to dependence. Regular consumption of caffeine can lead to tolerance, meaning you need more caffeine to achieve the same effects. If you suddenly stop consuming caffeine, you may experience withdrawal symptoms like headaches, irritability, and fatigue.

Conclusion

Caffeine is a crucial component of coffee that influences both its flavor and its stimulating effects. By understanding the different types of caffeine and how they are affected by various factors—such as coffee bean type, roasting level, and brewing method—you can better appreciate what’s in your cup. Whether you enjoy a robust espresso, a smooth drip coffee, or a refreshing cold brew, each method brings its unique caffeine profile to the table.

It’s also essential to be mindful of how caffeine affects your body. While it offers benefits such as increased alertness and improved physical performance, excessive consumption can lead to dependence and other health issues. For those who wish to avoid caffeine, decaffeinated coffee provides a suitable alternative, though it still contains a small amount of caffeine.

Ultimately, the key to enjoying coffee responsibly is moderation. Understanding the types of caffeine in coffee helps you make informed choices and enjoy your favorite beverage while maintaining a healthy balance. Whether you’re a casual coffee drinker or a dedicated aficionado, being aware of caffeine’s role in your coffee can enhance your overall coffee experience.