#but the baby is currant after black currants

[oleandy]

fun fact the first pic happened and i literally got so emotional and upset i burst into tears in a discord call with friends

anyway i killed it and baby currant is okay but holy fuck

[billboard-hotties-tourney]

Round One Is Over

Thanks for participating in the first round of the Tantalizing Tunes Tourney! The surviving songs are:

“The Revolution Will Not Be Televised” by Gil Scott Heron

“Good Vibrations” by The Beach Boys

“La Vie En Rose” by Edith Piaf

“Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye

“Mirror Freak” by Steve Harley and Cockney Rebel

“Barracuda” by Heart

“The Boys Are Back In Town” by Thin Lizzy

“Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin’” by Gordon MacRae

“Let’s Stay Together” by Al Green

“Because the Night” by Patti Smith

“Time of the Season” by The Zombies

“Moonlight Serenade” by The Glenn Miller Orchestra

“Nobody Does It Better” by Carly Simon

“Layla” by Derek and the Dominos

“Whole Lotta Love” by Led Zeppelin

“Bolero” by Maurice Ravel

“Si” by Gigliola Cinquetti

“Put the Blame on Mame” by Anita Ellis

“Simple Twist of Fate” by Joan Baez

“Love Hangover” by Diana Ross

“Ring of Fire” by Johnny Cash

“I Want to Be Evil” by Eartha Kitt

“Cracked Actor” by David Bowie

“I Only Have Eyes for You” by The Flamingos

“Foxey Lady” by The Jimi Hendrix Experience

“Beast of Burden” by The Rolling Stones

“Dancing Queen” by ABBA

“Black Magic Woman” by Santana

“Sexy Mama” by Laura Nyro

“Breakfast In Bed” by Dusty Springfield

“Crimson and Clover” by Tommy James and the Shondells

“You’ll Never Find Another Love Like Mine” by Lou Rawls

“C’mon Little Mama” by The Guess Who

“Candy and a Currant Bun” by Pink Floyd

“You Sexy Thing” by Hot Chocolate

“Light My Fire” by The Doors

“Sugar Sugar” by The Archies

“Venus In Furs” by The Velvet Underground

“I Put a Spell on You” by Nina Simone

“(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman” by Carole King

“I Heard It Through the Grapevine” by Marvin Gaye

“I Wanna Be Your Dog” by The Stooges

“You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real)” by Sylvester

“Sway” by Julie London

“Mack the Knife (Live)” by Ella Fitzgerald

“Lady Marmalade” by LaBelle

“Let’s Do It (Let’s Fall In Love)” by Ella Fitzgerald

“How Deep Is Your Love” by Bee Gees

“Beggin’” by The Four Seasons

“Love Machine” by The Miracles

“Magic Man” by Heart

“Puttin’ on the Ritz” by Fred Astaire

“The Jean Genie” by David Bowie

“Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered” by Ella Fitzgerald

“Chantilly Lace” by The Big Bopper

“You’re Getting to Be a Habit With Me” by Peggy Lee

“Moving In Stereo” by The Cars

“Sweet Transvestite” by Tim Curry

“Fever” by Peggy Lee

“I Just Want to Make Love to You” by Etta James

“I Want You (She’s So Heavy)” by The Beatles

“Voodoo Child (Slight Return)” by The Jimi Hendrix Experience

“Magic Carpet Ride” by Steppenwolf

“Summertime” by Ella Fitzgerald

“Jolene” by Dolly Parton

“December, 1963 (Oh What a Night)” by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons

“Fire” by The Jimi Hendrix Experience

“At Last” by Etta James

“The Crystal Ship” by The Doors

“Born to Run” by Bruce Springsteen

“Walkin’ After Midnight” by Patsy Cline

“Heartbreak Hotel” by Elvis Presley

“Sunshine of Your Love” by Cream

“Nightclubbing” by Iggy Pop

“These Boots Are Made For Walkin’” by Nancy Sinatra

“Paradise By the Dashboard Light” by Meat Loaf

“Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight)” by ABBA

“Summer Wine” by Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood

“Spring Affair” by Donna Summer

“Nights In White Satin” by The Moody Blues

“I Feel Love” by Donna Summer

“The Lemon Song” by Led Zeppelin

“I Don’t Know” by Ruth Brown

“I Was Made For Lovin’ You” by KISS

“Golden Years” by David Bowie

“La Vie en Rose” by Josephine Baker

“Get Down Make Love” by Queen

“One of These Nights” by Eagles

“Night Moves” by Bob Seger

��Misfire” by Queen

“I Put a Spell On You” by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins

“Why Don’t You Do Right?” by Peggy Lee

“Trampled Under Foot” by Led Zeppelin

“Crazy On You” by Heart

“Get Off” by Foxy

“Biding My Time” by Pink Floyd

“Daddy Cool” by Boney M

“Crazy Love” by Van Morrison

“Corazon Contendo” by Marisol

“Dream a Little Dream of Me” by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong

“My Heart Belongs to Daddy” by Eartha Kitt

“Moondance” by Van Morrison

“Isn’t She Lovely” by Stevie Wonder

“Love to Love You Baby” by Donna Summer

“Smoke Gets In Your Eyes” by The Platters

“Stiletto” by Billy Joel

“Feeling Good” by Nina Simone

“(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman” by Aretha Franklin

“Baba O’Riley (Live)” by The Who

“Whatever Lola Wants (Lola Gets)” by Sarah Vaughan

“Use Me” by Bill Withers

“Here I Am (Come and Take Me)” by Al Green

“If I Can Dream” by Elvis Presley

“Distant Lover” by Marvin Gaye

“Master Song” by Leonard Cohen

“You Belong to Me” by The Doobie Brothers

“Son of a Preacher Man” by Dusty Springfield

“Since I've Been Loving You” by Led Zeppelin

“Por Una Cabeza” by Carlos Gardel

“20th Century Boy” by T. Rex

“Soul and Inspiration” by The Righteous Brothers

“Tell Me Something Good” by Rufus ft. Chaka Khan

“Rock Your Baby” by George McCrae

“Larks’ Tongues In Aspic, Pt. 2” by King Crimson

“The Masochism Tango” by Tom Lehrer

“Can't Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley

“You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’” by The Righteous Brothers

“My Melancholy Blues” by Queen

If you have something to say about any of these songs that you want featured in the Round Two polls, drop it in the inbox!

Round Two will begin on December 16th around midnight PST.

[krscblw]

ghoul element perfume associations!

i've done a few scent association lists for individual ghouls, and i thought it would be fun to do one for elements instead! it's a little more general, which lets me include perfume that i really like but that don't fit any of the ghouls exactly. as always, i would love your feedback!!

Usual warning: This might look weird on mobile, but it should be good on desktop. Apologies, I'd fix it if I knew how.

Earth: Dense, earthy, bitter, green scents reminiscent of forests, gardens, and ruins halfway reclaimed by nature.

Notes: wood, vetiver, greenery, moss, soil, fruit, rose, stone, fungus

Rose Fantôme - LVNEA

“Rose Fantôme breathes not the fresh blooming rose but the one that has been cut, left and forgotten. Now one with its surroundings, it blends with the scents of dried grass and lichen, hay, and dirt.” 

porcelain roses, immortelle, dried hay, graveyard soil, cepes, oakmoss, oakwood

Duende - Fantôme 

“The smell of being lost in an enchanted forest.”

oakmoss, cedar, fir, resinous labdanum, benzoin, tree sap, wild violets, lilac

(i have this one, it's forest-y but also pretty light for a forest perfume. definitely a summery, magical forest smell)

Holy Oak - LVNEA

“Holy Oak alchemizes the aromas of deep, damp oakwood and the dry warmth of cedar to evoke the sound, sight, and smell of a well-worn cabin woodframe creaking against the weight of tempestuous rainfall as it begins to slow.”

galbanum, cedar leaf, petrichor, frankincense, cedarwood, oakwood, oakmoss

Mount Auburn - Little & Grim

“A dizzying array of all the flora that buds in Massachusetts. Fragrant, fruity blossoms and towering trees shading gentle, winding paths.”

fresh raspberry, melon, honeysuckle, blooming lilac, wisteria, spruce

Love Among the Ruins - Alkemia 

“An ancient ruin of fallen stonework covered with lichen and tangles of flowering vines slowly disintegrating/returning to nature.”

stone ruins, lichen, tangles of flowering vines

Rochester - Fantôme

rich earth, crisp fallen leaves, sweet tobacco, a hint of patchouli, garden tomato, newly ripened autumn gourds

Vert Sur Le Vert - Alkemia  

green grasses, new leaves, tomato seedlings, crushed sweet grasses

Air: Scents that range from cold, sharp, and sweet to thick, powdery, and dusty – reflecting the versatility of air as an element. 

Notes: florals, musk, fruit, cold air, dust, sugar, honey, ozone

Lilacs Along the Winding Drive - Alkemia 

fresh lilacs, a gentle breeze after a light spring rain, a dusty pebbled driveway, a slightly rusty porch swing, and a small handful of late blooming violets

Hummingbird - Zoologist 

“This diaphanous scent alights upon you in a pastel bouquet of honeysuckle, mimosa, lilac and peonies, with just the lightest dusting of natural sugars found in pear, cherry and honey. A finishing dollop of velvety whipped cream melds the tantalizing notes, completing this irresistible and opulent perfume.”

apple, cherry, citrus, lilac, muguet, plum, rose, violet leaf, honey, honeysuckle, mimosa, peony, tulip, ylang, amber, coumarin, cream, moss, musks, sandalwood, white woods

Frost Flowers - LVNEA 

“Icy and cold, delicate yet jagged, floral ice crystals slowly melt to reveal a heart of dark florals at the center of this musky and enveloping oil perfume.”

tuberose, jasmine, black currant, ambrette, cypress, elemi resin

Thundersnow - Fyrinnae 

“On rare occasions within a system cold enough to produce ground level snow, the conditions are favorable for the right lifting and instability required to also produce lightning.”

cold air, electricity, metallic ozone, gasoline

Veil of Spidersilk - Nui Cobalt Designs

“Slender strands of cotton flower hung with trembling dewdrops… Wear to bless any new beginning and brighten the path ahead.”

cotton flower, dew, pale pink musk, tiny black vanilla beans, Margaret Merril rose, lily of the valley, neroli, honeysuckle, non-indolic jasmine

Mama Gein - Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab 

crushed baby’s breath dusted with baby powder

Foxfire - Alkemia 

white sugar ambers, jasmine aldehydes, night flowering nardo

Fire: Warm, heavy, lingering, spicy scents. Some fire ghouls smell like smoke and fire, but others smell like heat, metal, or spices. 

Notes: smoke, incense, spices, metal, patchouli, wood

Paimon - Fantôme 

“This is a warm, regal scent conjuring an endless sea of sand with the hint of an oasis of coconut and dark vanilla carried on a warm desert wind. Golden frankincense, black amber, and myrrh stir under the endless dunes of hot sand, grounding the bright, golden notes that shine under the unrelenting sun.”

hot sands, frankincense, myrrh, sun-bleached parchment, vanilla, black amber, coconut husk, gold

Eldritch - Pineward Perfume 

“Lair of ancient eldritch abominations, a resinous and dark perfume for the bold and unafraid.”

leather, myrrh, patchouli, fir, oolong tea, opoponax, smoke, pine needles, oakmoss

Stel - Treading Water Perfume 

motor oil, metal, desert air, frankincense, oud

Persian Tea Room - Alkemia 

spiced black tea, dry desert sand, spices, musk, soft leather

Firebird - Fantôme

“This is a rich, golden scent that emulates the golden apples and warm flame of the Firebird.”

smoldering embers, burning cloves, orange, golden saffron, endless forest, soot on feathers, soft flame, apple 

Dwarf - Black Phoenix Alchemy Labs  

iron filings, chips of stone, hops, soot-covered leather

Tyrannosaurus Rex - Zoologist  

“A sultry heat wafts across the land, lapped up greedily by the abundant flora that thrives in its midst… The Cretaceous period comes of age against a backdrop scorched by wildfire and lightning strikes.”

bergamot, black pepper, fir, laurel leaf, neroli, nutmeg, champaca, geranium, jasmine, osmanthus, rose, ylang ylang, resins, cade, cedar, civet, frankincense, leather, patchouli, sandalwood, vanilla

Water: Water ghouls tend to have smooth, cold scents. Some are sweet, some are sour, some are salty, but all of them reflect different bodies of water.

Notes: ozone, vanilla, water, citrus, seaweed, salt, sand, ice, tropical fruit

Triton - Fantôme

murky sea water, ambergris, ancient forest mosses, crushed ivy, frankincense, resins, ozone, a hint of citrus

Voice of the Sea - Alkemia 

“An olfactory musing from the underside of a wooden dock.”

salty sea breezes, sun-bleached driftwood, crushed seashells, lemon peel, barnacles, sand, and sea-soaked timbers

Dragonfly - Zoologist 

“Giant lotus pads part to make way for buds that pierce the surface of the jade green pond. They raise their faces to the sun, their delicate fragrance floating around them. In the shadow of the flowers, tiny dragonfly nymphs also emerge from the shallows. They spread their fragile wings and shyly take flight, ready to explore a world beyond the water.”

grapefruit, basil, angelica seed, ginger, rice, aquatic florals, geranium, jasmin sambac, mimosa, orris absolute, rose, violet leaves, rainwater, moss, patchouli, tonka, vetiver, benzoin, cashmeran

Acadia - Alkemia

“An olfactory portrait of coastal Maine.”

atlantic ocean fog, balsam fir pine needles, seaweed, bay leaves, saltwater, charred driftwood

Gelatto - Pineward Perfume 

“Suntanned skin and sunny beaches.”

makrut lime, jasmine sambac, mandarin orange, gardenia, massoia bark, sandalwood, ambergris

Squid - Zoologist   

“The vast ocean swells and contracts, caught in the relentless tug of the moon. Beneath the surface, a school of squid emerges. Strange, elastic forms propel from the deep in a frantic search for sustenance. They are not alone. Their predators lunge, only to be foiled by blinding jets of murky ink.”

pink pepper, solar salicylate, incense, black ink accord, salty accord, opoponax, ambergris, benzoin, musk

Seahorse - Zoologist  

“Balmy sunlight trips across foamy turquoise waves, sending rippling haloes onto the coral below. On the lagoon floor, anemone and seaweed sway in unison, limbs pumping to the rhythm of the current. Hovering among the coral branches, a group of seahorses gazes shyly on.”

guatemala cardamom, fennel, ambrette absolute, clary sage, tuberose, neroli, algae absolute, vetiver, ambergris accord

Quintessence: Heavy, warm, creamy scents. Quintessence ghouls tend to smell comforting, and their scents reflect human creations much more often than other ghouls’.

Notes: amber, leather, chocolate, alcohol, linen, lavender, wood, milk, vanilla

Amber Witch - Alkemia

aged dark arabian amber, honey musk, creamy bourbon caramels, spiced rum

Moon Magic - Sorcellerie Apothecary 

“Smells like your favorite cozy witch.”

lavender sugar, tonka bean, chai spices, vanilla steamed milk, cashmeran, ambroxan, crystals charged by moonlight

Sailing to Byzantium - Alkemia

papyrus, leather, ink, cardamon, orris, tonka, wet tweed, precious incense woods

Novella - Alkemia

“A cozy afternoon curled up in a favorite chair…”

spiced lavender de provence, steaming earl grey tea, old paperback books 

The Old Gods Survive - PULP Fragrance 

cherry pipe tobacco, golden amber, aged leather, oakmoss, old cedar chests

Solovey - Fantôme 

black amber, crushed violets, black currants, dark espresso, labdanum, black agarwood, tobacco

(one of my favorites of all time. it smells like nighttime but magical, somehow. the amber, violets, and espresso are most noticeable and it's so good. if dark purple was a scent it would be this imo)

Fleurs Historiques et Cacao - Alkemia 

“A historical recipe from the 1700's court of Versailles created by a mistress to delight a king. A paradox of the decadent and the divine…”    

dark cacao, french lavender, piquant black cardamom pods, tea with lemon peel, grapefruit blossom, vanilla musk

thank you for reading, and i would love to hear your thoughts! (also, gentle reminder if you got this far that reblogs are very appreciated!)

[wcrpbubble]

i imagine with all that's happened, old friends are becoming a luxury. picard @ beverly

she'd found the old holo album on accident; beverly had been going through her things searching for an old medical text and found it in the bottom of a drawer. she'd almost forgotten about it in truth, and maybe it was better off she had given the instant wave of nostalgia that washes over her when she first opens it. she only swipes through a few photos before her badge chirps and her presence is requested in sickbay immediately for an emergency.

she forgets about the album again until a few days later, when on a whim she grabs it to take with her to breakfast with jean-luc. he'll enjoy the photos, she thinks. and maybe some of them won't be nearly as painful to look at together.

his comment is right - sadly, though. the album is filled with photos of their youth in the academy, on the stargazer, wesley, and after. jack is there of course until suddenly he isn't, and there's a significant jump in time before the next set of photos. will and deanna, tasha, worf - their enterprise family. beverly had been certain to capture the images both in and out of uniform - it's strange, seeing faces reflected back at her that are no longer there. ones lost to the stars like jack, or something equally painful.

"i don't think there are many old friends left between us." she comments quietly, adding black currant jam to a croissant cut neatly in half on her plate. there are faces from the academy she hasn't seen in years, doesn't know if they're alive or dead and frankly, she's afraid to look. to add to the ever growing list of those they've lost. even their enterprise family is separated now. will and deanna on the titan, tasha is long gone. they still have worf and data, a handful of the crew from the original enterprise that have risen in the ranks. it doesn't feel the same.

"hard to think these baby-faced kids turned out alright in the end." she adds; the picture up now is a graduation photo if she recalls correctly, though she can't remember precisely who's out of the three squished together smiling for the camera - her's, jack's, or jean-luc's. there are a few other faces crammed in the back, but the dim interior of the bar they'd been celebrating in doesn't lend itself to a perfect photo. "even harder to remember that it's just me and you left, too. hard to know if it's a luxury or luck." beverly dusts crumbs off her fingers, looking over at jean-luc.

"god, when did we get so old, jean-luc?"

[regulushair]

ELdO, my ELdO 2.0:

500 Years by Etat Libre d'Orange - sweet sweet rose, with a bit of cocoa powder on it, can't really say much more about it. Nice and simple.

Experimentum Crucis by Etat Libre d'Orange - surprisingly not much rose in this one - sweeter at the top, woodier and with more patchouli at the bottom, the rose is spread thinly throughout the whole thing. Also pretty good, but not awfully unique.

Hermann A Mes Cotes Me Paraissait Une Ombre by Etat Libre d'Orange - now that's more interesting, a whole lot of unique notes like earth after rain, specific rare woods and synthetic sea breeze. Also again rose. Actually has a lot of wateriness to it, after a while becomes wet rose and at the end is mostly fresh black currant leaves. Will return to it.

Noel au Balcon by Etat Libre d'Orange - sweet apricots at the top and sweet slightly spicy tangerines at the bottom. At the very end feels like faint cinnamon. Pleasant and fitting to the literal meaning of its title.

Remarkable People by Etat Libre d'Orange - bright grapefruit juice with bubbles from the champagne that with time becomes white flowers (it says jasmine, but I feel something else too) and leathery notes from labdanum. Very very interesting development - will return to this one as well.

Tilda Swinton Like This by Etat Libre d'Orange - realistic pumpkin spice (with actual pumpkin that is) at the top, that unfortunately fades pretty quickly into something just sweet.

Don't Get Me Wrong Baby, YES I DO by Etat Libre d'Orange - returned to this one to see if there's anything unique about it, distinguishing it from other lily-of-the-valley fragrances and I can't really tell I found anything too special about it. It's very pleasant, very realistic lily-of-the-valley with some added sweetness, got a tad soapy on me. At the very bottom gave me a bit of jasmine (if I didn't imagine it of course).

[thevaudevilledemon]

I always knew I would have to tell him sometime, the fact that I knew. It feels horrible to admit, but his stammering explanations are just really cute. I kind of always figured he was a Fae, pumpkin hair, emerald eyes, monstrous sweet-tooth, none of it uncommon, but there was always something about him, the way he always snuggled with the cat, they way he joked around. It was around February or so that I began to know for sure.

I work with animals, all kinds, wild animals, pets, farm animals, zoo animals, that is where he and I met. I was called out to a horse ranch, they came across a horse that was in desperate need of care, so as soon as they brought it to their ranch, they gave me a call. We went down together, he loves horses, and while I was getting the shots prepared, the ranch hands were doing their duties, trimming the mane, shearing the coat, and taking off the old horseshoes. One hand made the mistake of handing the horseshoe to my boyfriend, and as he reached out without thinking, the only thing I heard out of his mouth was a loud "YOW!".

It was so loud, it spooked the poor horse, but like I said, my boyfriend loves horses, so he managed to calm the beast down. Almost as though he could speak to the horse directly. I remember him talking a lot about horses, proper care, proper diet, what kind of horses are good for what kind of task or activity or location, the way his face lit up every time he talked about horses, his enthusiasm, I always thought he was autistic, but I guess even the Fae have neurodivergencies. I don't know if it was the reaction to the iron, or the talking to the horse that confirmed he was Fae to me, but after that day, I always knew, and he didn't want to admit it. I remember on the way home, he told me he had a rare allergy to rust, not even to iron, just to rust. When I asked him about the horse, he said he was good with horses. We left it at that, I wasn't upset with him, I mean, it took Clark Kent a long time to admit to Lois who he really was, and when he was ready, he would open up to me.

Every now and again, something would happen that proved once more he was of the Fae, and he would always say something to try and hand-wave it aside. In March, we went to the Children's Farm, so we could see the newly arrived baby animals, piglets, ducklings, lambs, and the ones I was most excited to see, the goats. My boyfriend just stood outside of the goat pen, and when a goat would wander near him, he leaned back, as though trying to discreetly gain distance from it. He almost jumped into the turkey pen when one of the goats bleated at him. A part of m wanted to chuckle, but the part of me that loved him won out, and I left the goat pen and asked him if he was okay. He said he was fine after a few deep breaths, and said I could return to the goat pen. I washed my hands and suggested we go for ice cream, there was a Drive-in just a bit down the road from the children's farm, we could walk there. On the way, I asked him why he was afraid of goats, he was kind surprised I noticed, and he said that when he was a kid, a goat ate one of his toys. I suppressed a chuckle.

Earlier this month, his parents paid him a visit, and we decided to go out for lunch, I could meet his parents, they could meet me, we'd have a lovely afternoon. We went to a small café, we all had cucumber sandwiches and lemonade. My boyfriend and his parents drank their lemonades in a matter of seconds. I was admittedly, a little impressed. His father was about to say something, but my boyfriend cut him off and just said, "It's a warm day, and we're really thirsty." His parents looked at him with inquisitive looks, and he just shook his head, in a quick was as though he was trying to shake something out of his hair. We got a bunch of pastries, a lot of berries that weren't in season, but delicious none-the less. My boyfriend and I shared in the black currant pastries, his parents enjoyed the raspberry muffins, I had a pain-au-chocolat, my boyfriend liked the lemon loaf, and we all indulged in the strawberry tarts like no tomorrow, all of them vegan. My boyfriend was very vegan, but he never demanded me to be, so I never really minded.

After lunch, I made the comment about my boyfriend's sweet-tooth, and now seeing where he got it from. His father started to say something, but after he said "You know us", my boyfriend nudged him with his elbow and pressed his lips. His father chuckled a little and then looked away awkwardly. A few weeks have passed, and they're thinking about coming over again in May... should I talk to my boyfriend? About how I am guessing he is a Fae, and that I'm okay with it? The ways he's tried to hide it is cute, but I want him to know that I love him no matter what, and that he can trust me.

Your partner is trying to hide their nonhuman nature. You figured it out months ago but play along because you find their antics amusing.

[shadows-starlight]

Shadows and Starlight

Book 52: The Origins of Corvus

-

Aurora laughed and giggled as she crawled after Corvus, Malakar's loyal pet raven. They were entertaining themselves with a game of tag. Every time Aurora would get closer, he would hop just out of reach, cawing softly as if encouraging her to keep going.

Malakar was watching the game with a warm smile. He loved it when his pet and his daughter played together and he adored how gentle Corvus was with Aurora. A few minutes later, when Corvus tagged Aurora with his beak for what felt like the umpteenth time, she looked at Corvus, pouting with determination.

Corvus nuzzled Aurora as a way of saying that she did a great job of chasing after him and Aurora accepted his gesture with a hug. Malakar chuckled, stepping forward to scoop her up in his arms.

Aurora smiled at her father and Malakar kissed the top of her auburn curls.

With the baby in his arms, he sat in his favorite armchair. Corvus flew gracefully across the room and perched on the armrest, his head cocked to the side as if listening intently.

Sitting in the armchair, Malakar held Aurora close. Her tiny hand reached out, brushing against Corvus's sleek, black feathers. The raven let out a soft caw, his way of acknowledging her touch.

"Have you ever wondered how I first met our dear Corvus?" Malakar began. Aurora's eyes widened and she shook her head "Yes".

"Well, it was many, many years ago," he continued. "I was a young man, about, eighteen years old…"

-

Eighteen-year-old Malakar was scouring in the forest exotic mushrooms for one of his father's, Thorne's, potions. Malakar had always loved going into the forest, even if it was for a chore.

To him, the forest was like an endless playground full of beautiful plants and animals to explore and be acquainted with.

-

"It was during one of these mushroom hunts," said Malakar, "when I heard a soft sound... almost like a chirp and there, I saw it, a baby raven. All on its own. By the looks of it, his mother and three other chicks, his siblings, have been killed by a mountain lion."

-

Malakar heard the sound of a baby bird chirping and walked towards a rogue pile of leaves. He pushed through the pile to find a little raven chick chirping and hopping all around. The bloody pawprints of a mountain lion, a few stray black feathers, and a matted nest gave what happened away. The tiny chick shivered in the autumn wind. 

The young sorcerer couldn't just leave the poor little chick there on its own, besides, what if the mountain lion came back?

Malakar carefully held out his cupped hands towards the baby raven. He shyly backed away at first.

"It's alright," whispered Malakar, "it's alright. I've got you."

The little raven didn't budge.

Then, Malakar had an idea.

He dug into his satchel, took out a small stem of black currants, and held it out to the tiny raven, "Here. Have some."

The tiny raven hesitated but then took a black currant in his small beak and ate it.

It tasted good.

Malakar chuckled and the tiny raven let out three little caws as if it was trying to laugh. He hopped onto Malakar's hand and the sorcerer gently lifted his arm so that the tiny raven could get a better look at Malakar.

"All alone, I see?" Malakar asked him.

The little raven nodded sadly.

"Well," declared Malakar, "you're not alone anymore. You can come and stay with me and I will take very good care of you!"

The little raven brightened up, cawed, and hopped happily.

Malakar put the raven chick on his shoulder and walked along the forest path.

-

Aurora's little mouth formed a perfect "o" at her father's words. Malakar continued, "From then on, the little raven and I were inseparable. And, true to my word, I did take good care of him. I bathed him…"

-

Malakar, with his gloves off and sleeves rolled up, gently rubbed and scrubbed the little raven chick in the bathroom sink. The little chick cawed happily at the sights of the suds and bubbles.

He even splashed the water a little, getting Malakar wet.

But, he wasn't mad. He smirked at the playful little raven.

-

"Fed him.."

-

The little raven was enjoying his feast of blackcurrants on the kitchen table with a little piece of fabric tied around his neck like a napkin.

Malakar grimaced at the contents of a bucket he kept in the garden.

Inside was some fresh soil and wiggly, squiggly, slimy… worms.

And do you want to know what he did to those worms?

He picked some up, put them in his mouth, chewed them up, spat them out, and placed them in front of the little raven.

…No! I'm kidding!

He mashed them up with a molcajete (a mortar and pestle carved from volcanic rock) and served them to the little raven alongside the black currants.

-

"Took him everywhere I went, similar to what Mary did with her little lamb… especially to school."

-

The children at The Academy of Arcane Arts gathered around Malakar's desk and cooed at the little raven chick, who seemed to enjoy all of the attention.

-

"I even made him a little bed for him to sleep on, right next to mine."

-

Malakar gently fluffed up a cotton ball that was to be used as a pillow. Malakar had made a little bed for the raven chick to sleep in. He used a small hat box as the main bed frame, stuffed it with soft hay as the mattress, the cotton ball as a pillow, and a ragged piece from an old quilt as a blanket.

To keep the little chick warm, Malakar placed an oil lamp right beside the bed.

That night, the little raven chick loved his little bed so much, that he fell asleep almost instantly, tucking his tiny head into his little wings.

-

"As the years passed," said Malakar, "I watched the little raven grow up." He chuckled. "I remember, how he used to hop around whenever he was excited and, oh, I will never forget his first flight. I was so excited when he flew around the room."

-

The raven, who was a little bit bigger now, looked nervous as Malakar held him in his cupped hands.

"It will be alright," said Malakar, "I'll be right here to catch you. Just bend your legs and push off. It's easy, promise."

Malakar gently threw the little raven up in the air, and, without even thinking, he spread his wings and started to fly. His movements were wobbly at first, but after a few circles around the room, his movements became more graceful.

The sorcerer cheered and encouraged the little raven as he kept flying.

-

Corvus gave a small, approving caw as he remembered his first flight.

"However," said Malakar, "something was missing for the little raven. A name. It just so happened that the idea for his name came when I was in my Latin class…"

-

Malakar was trying to listen attentively to his Latin professor, but the lesson was just dragging on and on.

He wished the lesson would hurry up so he could go back to playing Robin Hood and His Merry Men with Zephyr and Icarus.

Suddenly,  he perked up at the mention of the word "Corvus" which meant "raven" in Latin.

"Corvus," he thought, "what a perfect name for my little friend…"

The sorcerer smiled at the raven who was perched on the window next to his desk.

-

"And that," said Malakar, "is how Corvus became a part of my life and now, he is a part of yours as well, my little star."

She reached out a tiny hand towards the raven and Corvus leaned forward, gently nudging her fingers with his beak.

She giggled in delight.

Malakar held her close. “You see, my dear Aurora," he murmured, "families come in all shapes and sizes, with feathers, fur, or magic... The most important thing to have though, is love."

Aurora cooed and hugged Corvus again. Corvus accepted the hug the baby gave him.

Malakar set Aurora back on the floor and no sooner had Corvus joined her, she tagged the raven and crawled away as fast as she could.

Corvus looked surprised but cawed happily as he hopped after Aurora, continuing their game of tag.

Malakar smiled warmly again and settled into the armchair. He was certainly sure that Corvus was to be a part of his family for a long time.

[imaginarianisms]

❝Ah... dear Ser Desmond...? Are you sure that you're faring well?❞ Helaena's voice pipes up softly and quietly as she struggles to stand on her two feet after not having eaten for a day and borderline staggering as she does so, her long moonglow tresses cascading down her shoulderblades in a disheveled tangled mess. Her throat hurts just from speaking with how much she'd been screaming in the last two days and the funeral pyre for Prince Jaehaerys hadn't made it any easier, either. Dreamfyre had finally brought him peace and she'd sewn Jaehaerys' funeral shroud herself to keep her son warm and comforted in the coldness of death to accompany him. That was the only thing she could do for him now. The coolness of her moon earrings against the flesh of her neck, the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes once more and the way @sevynhells falls to his knees brought her back from her reverie. This castle reeked of death and dripping blood still even days afterward to her horror. The Red Keep had always thirsted for blood and tears from its creation.

With a clank of armor, Ser Desmond Jordayne was on his knees, and it dawned on her that he was crying. Her heart sank into her chest and into the depths of her guts. Oh, my sweet, bold knight, my rock, my sworn shield, please do not blame yourself, she wanted to say, but the words wouldn't come, no matter how much she willed them to. He'd left his homeland in the Tor, crossed the deserts of Dorne to serve her. Placed himself at great risk and facing prejudice in the eyes of the rest of the Seven Kingdoms because he was Dornish. Like Criston Cole who served her mother Queen Alicent Hightower, he served her well, and more than that, she was fond of him, too. He devoted himself to her in a way she'd never seen with her father and mother, always making sure she never felt unwanted or unappreciated around him, always laughing at her jokes, even if she missed the punchline or got it wrong, never making her feel like a madwoman when she spoke of dreams and prophecies and tried his best to understand her when most didn't, always seeking her out like a moth to the flame, for there was not a single place in all of the seven kingdoms or perhaps even beyond that he would not follow her and track her down like a bloodhound nor a place where she could hide where he would not find, something like a gentle dog always at the ready to snap at any given moment at her order if her life was in danger. Helaena prayed for someone like him to come around and the gods gave her him. Honestly, it genuinely felt like that was one of his great reasons for living and he'd told her so himself once to the point where her sworn sword had gained Aegon's jealousy. What happened that night had gained Vaenna's ire, as well, but Hel didn't blame him. Her lower lip trembles, tears streaking down her soft cheeks as she watched him cry and beg for her forgiveness, before leaning forward to place her hands on his face.

❝「Wait.」❞ Helaena signs shakily with her free hand, her thumb brushing her sworn shield's cheek affectionately in the hopes of bringing some comfort, before dragging herself with the minimal strength she had after not eating and grasping the intricate vase with flowers she's arranged for her sworn sword, each flower with a different meaning, and placing it near him: acacia blossom, adonis, allspice, aloe, ambrosia, astilbe, garden anemone, arbor vitae, asphodel, azalea, baby's breath, small white bellflowers, birdsfoot trefoil, black rose, white catchfly, pink camellia, striped carnation, chestnut tree, chickweed, dead leaves, double yitish aster, meadow saffron, coltsfoot, red colombine, currant, cypress, dragonwort, reach honeysuckle, helenium, heliotrope, dornish jasmine, jonquil, lady's seal, milkvetch, monkshead, morning glory, pine, purple hyacinth, spearmint, moss rosebud, viscaria, creeping willow, weeping willow, winter daphne, wormwood, and yew.

Tearing away paper from her desk, Helaena takes a quill, dips in ink, and begins to write, her hand movements swift and angry as hot tears spilled down her cheeks. None of this was ever your fault, ser. Those evil men still slaughtered my guards, there was nothing you could've possibly done differently. Helaena's handwriting under such pretenses was in large cursive and hastily written as she reveals her piece of parchment to her sworn sword and places it in his hands. After all, how could anyone know that those beasts would infiltrate the castle? The Queen may have received visions and dreams, but it was difficult to discern someone's movements, let alone more than one person based solely on her dreams alone. Right then, Helaena found the will to speak despite her pain, whispering, ❝There is only one man to blame and that is Daemon Targaryen.❞

[valgasnewsthings]

In antritis.

 In antritis  a benefit wash nose with glass of boiled water  with adding 5–10  drops of iodine infusion or a few pinches of manganese.

My grandma advised ,that fill in bottle with chopped horse radish, add till top wine vinegar , infuse ten days, shaking. Every hour through bottle smell infusion on 5 min, and on evening doing of her compresses on forehead and occiput, keep compress for  all night, sleep without a pillow, that liquid not enter in eyes, course a cure 5 days, and repeat it after week rest.

Still tested recipe as washed, not cleaning black radish shred, and 2 tbl.sp. of mass wrap in flax towel, and apply on ache place as nose and sinuses, before this greased with vegetable oil, or baby s cream, close a pergament paper and wrap with scarf, keep this recipe for ten min.

One tbl.sp. non raffinate sunflower oil keep in mouth for 15-20 min, and when oil will be thick after a liquid, like water ,you can spit his, not swallow oil, and liquid is must to me a white, like milk, if yellow,thus proceed  not lead till end. After gargle mouth with water, that procedure doing on the morning on an empty stomach, that for increase recovering repeat it one time still in the evening.

Benefit pear.

Still long time ago peoples are appreciates pear for healing effect , whee juice and infusion used for febrifuge, diuretic, and  fixing remedy, and by  nutrient substances he is having first place.

Pear infusion.

In diseases for urinary ways, diuretic high activity of pears is driven in her are having hard essential oils.

Pear juice is good in urinary stones ,as diuretic remedy.

Boiled, baked pears are using in strong cough, asphyxia, lung tuberculosis.

Compotes, infusions of pears dried useful in bowel diseases., complicated by diarrheas.

Pear juice use and prevent for strengthening capillaries.

For forces restoring.

2tbl.sp. green tea chop till powder, add pulp of 5 lemons, to minced meat, 2 heads of grinded garlic, 500 gr of liquid honey, infuse for ten days, at refrigerator, use one tbl.sp. for three times/day before half hours till meal, slowly sucking in mouth.

Against hypertension.

An infusion of crataegus berries good lowering pressure, as am using berries, adding in water, leading till boiling and boiling ten min, after remove from fire and infuse 3 hours, and on 0.5 l. of water an using a handful for berries, drink before meal on 3-4 gulps.

And very effectivity in hypertension are herbs mixture, but take care, you must not having allergy on herbs as chamomile, hypericum, sandy evelasting,  fragaria  vesca, birch buds as are same using, mix, and use 2 tbl.sp. of mass and infuse in 400 ml. of hot water, use on 200 ml for one times/day before meal.

Tea of hibiscus is too anti hypertensive remedy am adding berries in hot water , boil, and drink, likea tea.

Cranberry too friend for hypertonic, or eat chopped berries with sugar, drink water of berries cooked.

Black currant too benefit , as cook water of berries, tea, or jam, or infusion of leafs and berries.

Am regular using alternative remedies against hypertension and not suffering  of   hypertension, am advising for you too using theirs.

Cracked heels.

Am felt hard and hurt cracked heels, one grandma helped me, am diluted in 3 l. of the hot water is one tbl.sp. 100 perc.sol. of ammonia, cooled water, and am kept heels till water whole cooled, and when heels removed am not rubbed, am left for self dried, and in three procedures cracks are healed, and now am share for you this recipe.

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[gallusrostromegalus]

Updates from the garden of Berry-dise:

Squirrel Patrol is in top form this summer, with Charlie teaching Herschel the pincer manuver Arwen taught him for rabbits. Very nearly took one off the fence this morning, and my berries remain unmolested by tree rats.

Garlic, herb and Salad bed coming in nicely. Corn in the back row went in really late but is coming up well, alone with flower seedlings.

Lingon berries are throwing a tantrum because it hit 100F in the shade yesterday and they DID NOT CARE FOR THAT SHIT AT ALL. Cranberries are having a great time and have even set fruit.

Full sun bed doing ok and the black currants are setting roots properly. German chamomile is taking a while to really set up, possibly because it's competing with the horseradish, which set roots clear into the bedrock and is sending up runners.

Big Bed Blueberries doing well despite three of them pretending to be dead until last week. Added columbines and echinaceia to keep Charleston from digging it out and attempting to plant his toys. (He has a designated dig zone already)

Pillbugs very nearly took out all of my melons and pumpkins but a combination of dandelion bait/removal and coffee grounds around the stems seems to be protecting them. Crimsoned sweet seems to have gotten the concept in of the trellis, sugar baby is struggling.

Broccolini and dahlias doing well, as are the dinosaurs.

Lettuce seeds final came in, canteloupes seem determined to spread horizontally rather than up the trellis. Zip ties may be needed. Yes, Herschel follows me around like a tiny bodyguard. Who knows when the squirrels might attack!

Shallots are absolutely off the shits and I'm very proud of them. Pumpkin and other sugar baby are #suffering after the pillbugs

FINAL BED FINALLY INSTALLED. Husbeast very politely insisted that the Free Dirt be removed from the driveway so he could have D&D so I moved 2 cubic feet of dirt this morning and planted raspberries, blackberries, strawberry and coral bells for pollination.

[halfelven]

Celebrian pls !!

thank you! she's my baby <3

she has green and blue eyes

her favourite flowers are lilacs

she always smells like lilacs too

she is a boat builder, like her father

and a weaver, like her mother

she is the only person who has never once mixed up Elladan and Elrohir

really likes wearing tall boots

she's very athletic

she doesn't really like sweets

but is very fond of pancakes with black currant jam

she's grey-ace and Elrond was the first and only person she was attracted to

can hold her breath for eleven minutes

plays the flute

never can sit properly in chairs

her first word was horizon

she has a cute, little "outie" belly button

she always really liked travelling and camping

collects rocks and is always bringing some home from her walks

she started giving Elrond her own dreams after she realised what terrible nightmares he had

she looks more like her father than her mother

she can't count backwards

one of the best swimmers in the world

she has little golden freckles

her typical outfit is a tunic and shorts or leggings

she has a scar through her eyebrow from climbing cliffs as a child

she loves animals and always has a few pets, who all eat dinner with her so they don't feel left out

excels at pole-vaulting

likes to bite people to show affection

[teabooksandsweets]

A City of Bells

Chapter II — Part II

No words can describe what Henrietta felt about Torminster. She arrived, as a year later Jocelyn arrived, in the spring, and if this was not Paradise she would have liked to be told what was. The dreaming city, the west front of the Cathedral with the rows of kings and queens and saints, the wooded Tor, the gardens full of flowers, the singing birds and chiming bells, the old house with its carved angels, the humming High Street and the holy well, these things did not belong to the world as Henrietta had hitherto known it, the world of a cod-and-windsor-soap-smelling orphanage in a big town, and she felt like one born anew on a different planet.

And the people, too, she loved. When she and Grandfather presented themselves before Grandmother, on that amazing day of the adoption, she was not in the least upset by Grandmother’s rather sharp greeting of, “And what in the name of goodness have you got hold of this time, Theobald?” Grandmother’s bark, she saw at once, was a great deal worse than her bite, and she very soon discovered the intensely grandmotherly heart that operated within Grandmother.

Sarah and Ellen were nice also, though rosy Ellen, who made her dough babies with currant eyes and let her wipe out the mixing basin with her finger after a cake had been made, was perhaps nicer than gaunt, gloomy Sarah.

Then there was Bates the gardener, who sometimes allowed her to assist him in his labours, and Gotobed who brought them their visitors in a yellow pumpkin and used rich-sounding words such as “damn” and “blast” whose meaning she did not know but whose solid sound gave her a great deal of pleasure, and gentle Miss Lavender who taught her and Hugh Anthony in the mornings, and the Dean with his beautiful whiskers, and lots of others.

But Hugh Anthony was the best of all. She had up till now had nothing to do with the male young, for at the orphanage the sexes had been kept in watertight compartments, so that friendship with a little boy was a new experience for her and she found in it something that her friendships with little girls had never given her. She found his questioning mind, so different from her own, very stimulating, and his instinctively protecting attitude towards her was new and sweet. His rare kisses, too, were different from the kisses of little girls, more exciting and more worth while. He was her mate, her fairy lover, her perfect complement. She could not analyse her feelings, but she knew that she loved him with her whole heart and soul and would until she died.

And then there were her lovely clothes. Those she had arrived in, the black hat and black pinafore, the button boots, the black serge bloomers, the thick woollen scratchy combinations that buttoned up under her chin and descended—having become distressingly elongated in the wash—half-way down her legs beneath the black woollen stockings, together with the three pinafores and two vests—the Bible was retained—were returned to Matron with Grandmother’s compliments and in their place came clothes that seemed to Henrietta fit for a princess.

Smocks of periwinkle blue and rose-pink for everyday, with white muslin for Sundays, a soft white sailor hat, white socks and little brown sandals, petticoats with scalloped borders and combinations that were soft to the skin and descended no farther than the knee. Grandfather did not allow her to plait her hair, except at night; it hung loose, confined only by snoods of ribbon of the style affected by Alice in Wonderland.

And then there was her bedroom. It was a tiny room over the porch, as monastically furnished as Jocelyn’s but with a population of six carved angels instead of four. They were, however, baby angels, not stately seraphim. They had two wings only apiece and no bodies, poor little dears. Henrietta wondered what the originals up in heaven did about their food, stomachless as they were, but supposed God fed them somehow since these prototypes on earth, who had presumably been copied from the originals, were very fat in the face and jolly-looking … Sometimes at night Henrietta would hear a rustling of wings in the dark and think they were flying round and round her head, giggling and trying to catch each other … It was probably only a bat.

But this little room, though it was meagrely supplied with the luxuries of life, always excepting angels, was rich in good smells. Wistaria covered the wall outside the window, and in the summer great bunches of blossoms, heavy and pendulous as grapes, filled the world with scent. But even when the wistaria was not in bloom the smells were delicious. In spring there were the hyacinths and all the summer through there were roses, in autumn came the sharp smell of chrysanthemums and the pungent scent of wood smoke and fallen leaves, and in winter there were perhaps the best smells of all, the faint scent of the very earth itself and that delicate perfume of the frost that is hardly a perfume at all, but rather a distillation of crystal cleanliness.

Just at first Henrietta had been frightened of sleeping by herself. At the orphanage she had slept in a dormitory with other little girls and worked and played and eaten in a seething horde, never knowing a moment’s privacy day or night, and that had seemed so natural to her that loneliness, when it came, was terrifying. When Sarah took away her candle and left her to the dark she had hardly known how to bear it. She had lain awake hour after hour, shaking with fear, her round black head turned sideways on the pillow towards the place where she knew the window was and her eyes straining through the dark for the first glimpse of the dawn.

But quite soon her fear had left her and she knew that the most precious possession she had was her room and the privacy it gave her. She was immensely proud of it. She dusted it herself every day and Grandmother allowed her, under the supervision of Bates the gardener, to pick flowers for the blue pot on the window-sill.

In it she dreamed dreams and saw visions. While she slept it seemed to her that strong arms were carrying her from place to place, showing her ivory palaces where the wind whispered through the pillars like violins playing very softly, and crystal mountains full of musical streams, and green lawns where rose-petals fell with a sound like rain, and she enjoyed it all immensely. And when she woke up she tried, by the exercise of her own will and imagination, to create other lovely things. She built white towers beside gold sands and blue sea and tipped the crest of each wave with curling snow, making them very tall so that as they curved and broke on the sand they made a sound like the organ in the Cathedral. And she planted gardens full of roses and hollyhocks and set singing birds in every bush, and she built caverns under the sea of emerald and mother-of-pearl and put mermaids singing sad songs in them.

For in every dream that Henrietta dreamed music had its place. She even thought that colours and scents had their sounds. Red was a trumpet blast and green was the sound of fairy flutes, and the scent of the wistaria was a tune played by the violins that made one want to sit down on a cushion and never do any work any more.

It was important, because the only memory that Henrietta had of the days before she went to the orphanage was a memory of music. A woman in a blue dress had sat at the piano singing and Henrietta had danced as she sang, her bare feet going pitter-patter on a shiny floor. The woman had sung faster and faster, her voice gay like a blackbird’s, and the baby Henrietta had danced and danced, her toes getting pinker and pinker with the effort, until at last her legs had got entangled with each other and she had fallen over with a bump. The woman had run to her and picked her up and they had sat on the floor and laughed. Henrietta could not remember what the woman had looked like, she could only remember the sound of her, her singing and her laughter and her deep, ringing voice. The memory of this woman and her music had become almost submerged at the orphanage, but in the quiet of Henrietta’s bedroom at Torminster it came back to her very vividly.

All these things and people combined acted upon her like sunshine on a folded flower. She expanded and the essence of her, the flower’s scent, that had been too tightly bottled up to live, came out into the open.

And the essence of Henrietta was a dreamer of dreams. Her mind was not inquiring, like Hugh Anthony’s, but it was intensely appreciative. She noticed that certain things were lovely and she stored them in her memory, taking them out later and fastening them together to make a dream, as a woman will embroider a posy of flowers with coloured silks. Later on in her life, when she grew up, she realized that dreams cannot be hoarded selfishly in the mind, lying piled one upon the other, getting dog-eared and faded, but must be generously spilt out into the world, and she learnt how to paint her dreams with a brush on canvas so that other people saw them too … But Henrietta the famous artist was still far in the future, her powers guessed at by no one except Gabriel Ferranti, the man who had lived in the house with the green door.

[chazz-anova]

❤ Antoinette Chambers x Charlie Berger ❤ (Charlie belongs to @scungilliwoman)

John Seed had gotten himself a new pet two months ago. A soldier of the Whitetail Militia turned Project member. He had been rather overprotective at first- telling the other Heralds to keep their distance while she adjusted to her new life with Eden’s Gate.

But now, the Baptist was out of town on business for the Father, and Antoinette stood outside the bedroom of John’s darling bearing a basket of gifts. This newcomer had caught her eye, piqued her interest in a way not many had.

Her hand was balled in a fist, raised to the oak of the door. After a moment of hesitation- she knocked. The rapping of her knuckles on the heavy door made the seconds of silence more encompassing- and Annie realized she was nervous. As she waited for a response, she shook the feeling off and fussed with her clothes; straightening the hem of her dress.

After a minute, she heard “Come in!” From the other side.

Pushing open the door, Anne was met with a gentle breeze. Inside, a large picture window stood open, letting in an abundance of natural light through sheer curtains which wafted in the wind. The room itself was nicely decorated, less in line with John’s taste than the rest of the house. Against the back wall, a canopy bed with silken sheets was host to the room’s sole occupant.

On the bed, the brunette held a hardback book in one hand and only looked up from it to ask, “What are you doing here?”

Antoinette couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow at the hostility in the woman’s tone. “I figured it was time I introduced myself, since you’ve met the rest of our little operation.” She explained, earning the woman’s attention.

“You’re Antoinette right? No introduction needed.” Was Charlene’s matter-of-fact reply as she returned to her book.

With a chuckle, she retorted, “Ah I didn’t realize Christine raised a psychic.”

At the mention of her mother, Charlie looked up once more, “You know my mom?”

Anne nodded as she stepped closer, “Of course, your mother is quite the social butterfly.” Next to the bed was a sturdy vanity, and she made her way to it. Setting down the basket she’d brought with her, Annie now met her gaze; it briefly caught her off guard what a brilliant green the other’s eyes were. “We got off on the wrong foot, let’s start over.” The olive branch was extended and Charlie watched her warily.

The hamper on the vanity was a sizable picnic basket; it was woven with thin willow branches and looked handcrafted. Antoinette popped off the lid, reaching inside with both arms. Curious now, the brunette peeked over the rim of the container, and followed Annie’s movement as she revealed an enormous bouquet.

Charlie’s brows arched in surprise, and she shook her head lightly. “Pardon my French but, what the hell did I do to deserve all of this?”

The arrangement was elegant, consisting of two kinds of blossoms. There were a dozen pink roses and six prominent white lilies. Sprigs of baby’s breath and myrtle leaves adorned the blooms, and an alabaster cloth tied with a lavender bow sealed the bouquet. Handing the bundle of flowers over, Anne asked “May I?” And gestured to the edge of the bed. Charlie hesitated- taking a moment to look at the flowers then back to Antoinette. There was a beat of silence before she decided, and scooted over with a reluctant nod.

Annie took a seat, giving Charlie her distance. “The Project prides itself on its symbolism, as do I. These flowers symbolize my appreciation for your commitment, and I know you’ll prosper for your decision.” A manicured nail pointed first at the roses, then the lilies, and finally the myrtle as she spoke.

Taken aback by the gesture, Charlene caressed one of the white lily petals, “They’re beautiful…” She cracked a small smile before looking over to the redhead. “You didn’t strike me as a florist.”

Dark eyelashes framed Annie’s icy stare, and the Herald’s voice was low as she asked “And what exactly do I strike you as?”

“Dangerous.” Was Charlie’s immediate answer as she evenly met the Banshee’s gaze.

A pregnant silence followed this word and the two regarded each other for a few moments. To her surprise, Antoinette’s severe expression broke into a fierce grin and laughter bubbled from the woman. “You know Charlie, I quite like you already!” Annie declared, her thick Georgia accent upbeat as she reached for the picnic basket once again.

“There’s more?” The brunette asked incredulously.

Unveiling a tall bottle of wine and two glasses, Antoinette set them on the vanity with a quiet tink. She examined the bottle with a small smile and turned the label so Charlie could see. “Harlan Estate wine from Napa Valley. Aged in a traditional oak barrel, and bottled in 1999.” After uncorking, the garnet-purple ambrosia filled the bottom of the glassware a quarter full.

Charlene set the flowers aside and took the wineglass being handed to her. She lifted the glass to her nose and swirled the liquid in its container. The fruity aroma tickled her palette and offered the scents of red currant jelly and cloves. Nodding appreciatively, the woman took a sip. “Holy shit.” Was all she said after experiencing the full body of the wine.

“Eloquently stated, my dear.” Anne jested, taking a swig from her own glass. “Mm, earthy flavors with a hint of Black Forest cake and boysenberries. Perfect in harmony with a piece of this smoked gouda.” As the Herald mused, she reached in the basket a final time and pulled out half of a small cheese wheel along with a vine of round grapes. These items were set on the lid of the woven willow lid, and Antoinette looked to Charlie searching for her approval.

Unsure what to say, the brunette chided, “I feel like I’m being courted!”

In a rare moment of flirtation, Annie teased, “And what if you are?”

Though her mouth briefly dropped open from surprise, the woman collected herself quickly and couldn’t help but smirk. “I’d say you’re on the right track.”

[hiddentrails7]

These incorrect quotes were brought to you by Sully and Stahl's friendship and the power of the Gaywakening.

Robin: So people keep saying demons don't exist-

Robim: But like- * Walks into room* I found this thing in my closet *Opens closet*

Grima: I like bread

Frederick: Henry! What is this?

Henry: It's my to-do list.

Frederick: Oh, good. You're finally being producti-

Frederick:

Frederick: This just says 'Ricken'.

Sumia: This is a disaster!

Robin: What happened?

Sumia: The printer messed up the invitation. It was supposed to say “ Chrom's Birthday”

Robin: What does it say?

Sumia: “Chrom's Bi”

Robin: Well, that still works

Frederick: Why is Chrom on the floor crying?

Maribelle, reading something: Hes drunk.

Frederick: And??

Maribelle: He saw a picture of Robin's boyfriend and started ranting about how he wanted him instead.

Frederick: But HE'S Robin's boyfriend..

Maribelle, turning the page: I know

Libra: Can you rate your pain for me?

Henry: Zero stars

Libra:

Henry: Would not recommend.

Brady, handing Owain a hot cup of tea: Blow.

Owain: *Blushes and starts getting on his knees*

Brady: NO I MEANT THE TEA! OWAIN OWA-

Cherche, squishing Virion's face between two pices of bread, idiot sandwich style: What are you?

Virion: A snack.

Cherche: No.

Sully: You’ve got to act tough, Stahl! Show’em you can’t be pushed around! Show’em they can’t mess with you!

Stahl: Right! Yes. Tough. Got it.

Stahl: *Walks up to the bar counter and slams his hand down on the bar* I’LL TAKE A CHOCOLATE MILK!

Sully:

`` Why do you think pretty boy is an insult? I'm the prettiest damn boy you've ever seen! `` Inigo, at some point-

Frederick: You’ve been suspended for recklessly driving with three people on one horse.

Sully: Shit— Wait, you said three?

Frederick: Uh, yes?

Lissa: Oh my god-

Vaike: STAHL FUCKING FELL OFF

Basilio: Anybody under 5'3" can't be talling about fighting anyone. Like, what are you gonna do? Headbutt someone in the nipples?

Ricken: Say goodbye to your kneecaps, asshole.

Frederick: Let me get this straight-

Chrom: More like let me run this bi you

Gerome: We should ace-ess the situation

Owain: I’m gay

Lissa: Fun fact! Blueberries are the only fruit named after a colour!

Donnel: Star fruit?

Lissa: So close! That is a shape!

Panne: You deadass forgot oranges.

Lissa: Oh, no. The colour is named after the fruit!

Robin: What about blackberries?

Lissa: Black isn't a colour.

Stahl: Redcurrant?

Lissa: Currants come in both black and red. The colour isn't a part of the name, it's an adjective.

Owain: KIWIS!

Lissa: I'm very sorry but but kiwis are a bird not a colour.

Chrom: I'm gonna McFucking lose it.

Stahl: His hair? Wack!

Stahl: His gear? Wack!

Stahl: His jewelry? Wack!

Stahl: His foot-stance? Wack!

Stahl: The way that he talks? Wack!

Stahl: The way that he doesn’t even like to smile? Wack!

Stahl: Me? I’m tight as FU–

Basilio: I'm having a baby.

Lon'qu: Uh- Congrat-

Basilio: That baby is you. Sign these adoption papers.

Lissa, babysitting Brady for Maribelle: You ever see a baby smile and go, "Oh fuck I need one"?

Lissa, two minutes later: Nevermind, he punched me in the face.

Cordelia: So, you know, are you guys...?

Sumia: No- She's gay

Sumia: I mean straight

Sully: What the fuck, baby, don't call me the s word!

Sully: Peer pressure me into completing tasks

Stahl: Do it or you’re straight

Sully: I SAID PEER PRESSURE NOT THREATEN

Robin: My heart does a little "!" when I see him.

Gaius: ENEMY SPOTTED!

[friendocheaven]

Picnic Ask

Ask and ye shall recieve @theaxolotleastofthesun it’s long af tho, so it’s under the cut.

 1.       Where and When is the picnic happening? (Gonna take this as ideal location and season basically)

a.       Milo: Prefers someplace a bit south—warmer than the northern parts of the Eye. Summer in Sun Elf territory would be nice. Not south enough to get jungle-y and humid (Glim can take heat, but draws the line at humidity), but someplace he could retreat to the blessed relief offered by the shade of a scrubby tree and have a good excuse to eat his favorite spicy foods and sweat to cool down.

b.      Glim: as stated above, he doesn’t do well in high humidity. Also not the biggest fan of excessive heat, but will put up with it for Milo’s sake. Were it up to him though, he would prefer an autumn picnic in a cozy shady glen under a still-full canopy of rich reds and violets and sunny yellows. A sigh of crisp wind carrying with it the first hint of winter.

c.       Remmi: Love’s spring, especially when it’s still early. They love the way the fruit trees look while still flowering and the cool, but warming, breeze. They would most enjoy something near water, but with plush green grass still under foot. The Northern Reservoir is well tended, with bright, blossoming bushes hedging cobbled pathways. The surrounding park stretches most of the way ‘round. Remmi would most like a quiet day at the eastern edge—farthest away from the great roaring falls that lead into the canyon. Bonus if there are frogs.

d.      Hani: Loves the dead heat of summer; the feel of warm sun on his skin. A midsummer, late afternoon picnic after a day of splashing around the Southern Sea would be heaven. Sure, the food might get a little sandy, but it wouldn’t stop him from eating and enjoying every second.

2.       What food and drinks do your OCs bring? (you fool! You’re enabling me to indulge my fascination with food culture!)

a.       Milo: Goes all out on the spice—picnic with him at your own peril. He packs extra-hot kimchi, seasoned roasted garlic cloves, Zevi’s falafel recipe, and a few other side dishes that reflect his upbringing by a Southern Dwarf familiar with Halfling food culture. He also gets pretty excited with drinks, bringing three; an iced ginger tea made with turmeric and black pepper, buttercup and honey hwachae (most non-halflings just call it wine even though it’s usually not alcoholic) because he’s (not so) secretly pretty sappy and sentimental, and Baekse-ju to finish off with a good pair for spicy food and just a touch of alcohol.

b.      Glim: Settles for light, seasonal snack foods. He brings a bunch of fresh cut in-season fruit like apples (that yes, he does cut the skins to look like bunnies like his mother used to), a couple loaves of bara brith made with ground dried fruits and nuts served with butter, and a whole basket of pic ar y maen (cookies with raisins and currants mixed in). He brings spiced virgin cider and a fine local white wine to wash it down.

c.       Remmi: As a professional baker, they refused to bring anything but their best to their picnic. They pick finger-food pastries—the best from their eclectic cooking experience and travels. Beignets topped with honey and powdered sugar—in a basket enchanted to keep them fresh and hot and crisp because they take pride in their work. An impressive assortment of petit fors lined up and packed tightly in another container. Muffuletta finger sandwiches with toothpicks holding them together for the more savory inclined guests. And finally some cranberry pastila which they hadn’t made in years and was their way of flexing their baker’s muscles. They pack a thermos of milk tea and an iced chocolate drink.

d.      Hani: not a big cook. He was hoping Senya would do most of the cooking. It’s not like he’s particularly picky about what he ingests. To be polite though, he brings a crock of bamia—a stew with lamb, okra, tomatoes, and onion—that his mother would make on special occasions. He also brings an impressive array of drinks; sugar cane juice, carob juice, tamarind juice, and iced coffee.

3.       What are your OC’s wearing to the picnic?

a.       Milo: Largely his usual sort of outfit. A sleeveless turtleneck, cargo capris, and combat boots. He does add a lightweight cotton shawl embroidered with geese in shades of red that he got as a wedding gift from Lian. He wears it to avoid sunburn, but once in the shade and eating, he carefully folds it and sets it aside so it doesn’t get dirty.

b.      Glim: A cream colored tunic and brown tasseled cardigan over dark blue leggings, simple but sleek black ankle boots, and finished off with a simple sapphire teardrop pendant on a gold chain.

c.       Remmi: they opt for something simple and comfortable, but fitting for the season. They wear a yellow wide-band tank top under an oversized baby pink cable knit sweater. The sweater is so big it slouches off one shoulder, reaches their knees, and the sleeves hide their hands if they aren’t scrunched up at the elbow. They pair that with slim, washed out jeans, and a pair of tan slouchy boots. As one final touch, they don cherry blossom studs in their ears.

d.      Hani: he goes for something sporty and comfy. A loose and flowy off-white sleeveless crop top over a pair of baggy gray-blue shorts held round his hips by a broad and colorful sash and a pair of greek sandals that he discards almost immediately. To add a touch of class—after all this is a fun outing so why not—he wears golden arm bands just above each bicep. Those stay on longer, but they, too, eventually get unceremoniously dumped into the picnic basket in favor of total comfort.

4.       Which OC brings a musical instrument to idly play?

a.       Surprisingly enough, Hani. Remmi knows a little piano and harp, but those aren’t exactly available at a picnic. Milo has never learned an instrument (though he finds guitar interesting). And Glim tried playing, but sucked at just about everything; and anything he could play he couldn’t play in front of others. Hani, on the other hand, randomly knows how to play—and is good at—the oud (which is like an Arab lute). And yes, he does attempt to play Wonderwall on it.

5.       How quickly does your OC realize there are ants trying to sneak into their food? What do they do about it?

a.       Milo: He’s very perceptive, so it doesn’t take long for him to notice. He proceeds to squish them then mix them into his food for “extra protein” without hesitation. Despite knowing that Milo was raised eating bugs and still does fairly regularly, everyone still looks at him like he’s gone insane.

b.      Glim: He picks up on it when someone else points it out. It’s only then that he realizes that he forgot to activate the insect repellent rune. He curses under his breath and apologizes before quickly moving the picnic supplies a few meters away and activating it then.

c.       Remmi: They spend the whole picnic low-key looking out for this. Whenever bugs start walking toward or flying around their precious gourmet picnic, they nonchalantly close all the containers up tight then swat them all away without breaking the conversation.

d.      Hani: he doesn’t notice until one of the ants bites his tongue as he’s eating. He spits that one out because it was mean, but all subsequent ones he eats. And unlike Milo, Hani doesn’t mix them into anything, he just pops them into his mouth.

6.       Which OC hides under the shade at first before being convinced to come out into the sun? How do they react?

a.       Glim hates the heat. If you can manage to convince him to leave the tranquility of shade, he will be a drama queen about it. Really laying it on thick and moaning about how “the sun is a white hot laser” against his “poor fragile flesh” and that if he continues on he will surely “burn up, dry out, and die!” and other such dramatic nonsense. He gets weirdly poetic when he’s frustrated or cranky. Needless to say, Milo has ceased pushing the issue.

7.       Imagine your OCs spending their time picking nearby wildflowers and watching the butterflies and bees at work.

a.       Milo foregoes this particular activity, choosing this time instead to just take in the scenery. He’s scared he might upset a hive or get stung or bitten by something so he’d rather just sit back and soak up the atmosphere.

b.      Glim is carefully rooting around for four leaf clovers under a subdued parasol.

c.       Remmi carefully plucks and cuts an armful of flowers and stems so they can make colorful flower crowns for everyone.

d.      Hani chases the bugs and small animals, not unlike a dog would. But he’s having fun so it’s fine.

8.       Which OC foregoes a picnic blanket and sits directly on the ground? Are they concerned by the grass stains on their clothes afterwards?

a.       Hani doesn’t care where he plants his butt and cares almost as little about stains.

9.       Which OC brings a chair because they can’t stand the thought of sitting on the ground?

a.       Remmi, but a lot of it is because they don’t want to risk getting their clothes too dirty and also because the ground is never as soft and even as you think or hope. So sitting on the ground, even on a blanket, hurts their butt.

10.   Imagine your OCs falling asleep after eating their food, content and happy.

a.       Milo is one of the first to nod off and lays down in the shade. He kicks his shoes off and lets the sun warm his feet while the shade keeps his face cool. He wakes up to groggily help pack everything back up.

b.      Glim doesn’t actually fall asleep. He just sort of zones out while playing with Milo’s hair and enjoying the breeze.

c.       After loading up on carbs, Remmi dozes off in their chair and wake up with a tender sunburn spread across their nose and cheeks. They vow to never fall asleep in the sun like that again, but they make the same mistake next time.

d.      Hanni has seemingly boundless energy throughout the day, which is a bit unusual for him as he often naps a lot when the sun is out, but is wired by the time the moon replaces it. As soon as they’ve packed everything up and are headed home, though, the excitement wears off and he crashes hard. He’s asleep the whole way back.

[starshineandbooks]

Even the dangerous kid can find love from a fairytale

Warnings: cursing, harassment, implied/referenced childabuse. Let me know if I missed anything

Pairing: Demus, mentioned Logince

After Virgil left the group in junior year, half way through senior year Janus and Rmeus were so mad they got into a fight and aren’t talking currently, three days until they go to college. The only common piece they have is probably Bia and Roman.

But Janus opens the door to his apartment with a raised eyebrow, “What-”

“Get your shoes on Remus is in trouble and I need you to come help me. Now!” Bia snaps, “Ro’s in my truck, driving, come on.”

“What?”

“Shoes, now damn you!” Bia snaps, hands flitting about and jittery, bouncing slightly. Ready to run and or fight, Janus notes.

Janus pulls his shoes on, gad he already has sock, waiting patiently for Bia to start explaining, he calls up the stairs to his grandmother, “I’LL BE BACK REMUS’ IN TROUBLE APPARENTLY IT’S MY JOB TO BAIL HIM OUT!”

“OKAY! BE SAFE LOVE YOU! TAKE THAT LITTLE SPITFIRE GIRL!” His grandmother calls back.

    Janus shuts the door, rushing into the truck still running at the end of his driveway, “So, did anyone want to explain to me what’s happening? Or?”

    Bia gives a low growl, “So- fun fact, Remus has always liked dangerous things.”

    “I know that.” Janus sighs, “What are we walking into?”

    “That shady bar downtown known for assaults and deaths.”

    “What?” Janus growls.

    “Remus went to the Salty Currant, which is also, unfortunately, mafia territory.” Roman sighs, “Bia should stay out of it if she can, because-”

    “Don’t you tell me what to do Crowne.” Bia snaps, “Remus is in danger and you want me to sit pretty?!”

    “We want you to not tempt your sperm donor,” Janus counters, “And if you can’t listen I will call Angie.”

    Bia grumbles, face souring.

    As they break the speed limit they make it to the bar in fifteen minutes, and the boys turn to Bia.

    “We’ll be back, if we’re not back in twenty you call the cops.” Roman says simply.

    “I still think-”

    “Bianca,” Janus snaps, “Please just this once listen to someone else?!”

    “You’re lucky Remus is in danger or I’d smack some sense into ya, go save our dumbass loser.” Bia grumbles.

    Janus and Roman nod, disappearing into the crowd and bar quickly, agreeing to split up and cover more ground.

    Roman shoves past giggling teens and surly drinks, eyes scanning for his brother. He pushes forward through the crowd, beginning to regret splitting from Janus, the loud music and pulsing lights and mass of untrustable strangers.

    Janus scowls, shoving through a rougher crowd, one filled with wandering hands on him and jeering looks. But Janus will find Remus, the elder of the Crowne siblings is in so much trouble just as soon as he’s found.

    Remus isn’t so much found, instead he charged forwards, snagging Janus’ hand away from some smirking jerk or other and kissing him firmly on the mouth, one arm lacing tightly about his waist.

    Janus stiffens, but dosen’t fight, recognizing Remus soft hum in greeting, but he does glare when the crazed teen pulls away.

    “Hey there Baby, thought you’d gotten lost,” Remus smirks,  and his eyes are softer, sober thankfully.

    “Oh really?” Janus growls, dragging Remus towards where he saw a flash of red bomber jacket that resembles Roman.

    “Jan-”

    “Don’t.” Janus grits, still gripping Remus’ hand, too tight but Remus doesn't say anything, falling silent at the glower Janus gives him.

    The two manage to find Roman and Janus calls, “Roman!”

    Roman turns, “Jan?”

    “We need to go, I got Remus, and we have three minuetes at most before something bad happens.” Janus says, herding the set of brothers out.

They make it out the door just in time for Roman to grab a storming Bia’s hand and drag her back to the truck.

    “Uh- Why are you guys even here?” Remus asks.

    “Bia.” Janus says simply.

    “Bia,” Roman agrees, “But I’ve been so worried!”

    “Bia,” Remus sighs, “Why did you drag my brother and Janus here?”

    “I’m in less trouble if I’m not alone when I go to kick your ass.” Bia says simply, “And what were you doing here then?!”

    “You don’t want details on that one.” Remus shrugs, “But I was having fun.”

    “Having fun?” Janus asks his voice sharp as a tack, “Or trying to destroy yourself?”

    “It’s all the same thing.” Remus shrugs, “But, thanks for carin’!”

    Bia scoffs, opening the driver’s side door, “You are the most pig brained- Ugh!”

    Janus shoves Remus into the back seat, clambering in beside Remus, still gripping his hand, “I don’t even know what to say to you, but I- why would you go there? You know it’s dangerous, you could have died!”

    Roman takes passenger seat, “I’m glad you’re safe bro, but, c’mon, what’s worth that?”

    “Oh I’ll tell ya,” Bia grumbles, backing out of her parking space.

    Remus sighs, “Would you stop being a cranky thing? I’ll call Angie on you.”

    “You keep yer yap outta my business thank ya,” Bia growls, chewing her lip, “You know Roman and I are in trouble right?”

    “What? Why?”

    “Logan’s going to kick our asses seven ways from sunday,” She sighs, “He hates this part of town more than I do.”

    Remus rolls his eyes, then, “Jan?”

    “What?!”

    “You wanna let go of my hand? Or- you don’t have to, but it hurts a little, could you loosen your grip?”

    Janus lets go, putting his hands in his lap, “Why in the hell would you put yourself there? Last I heard you preferred to not risk your life.”

    “Last you heard we were talking.” Remus snaps, “Last yu heard you hadn’t broken my heart!”

    “I- what?”

    “I’m in love with you you fucking moron, And you were so heartbroken by Virgil leaveing that you let it fester and you broke my heart and left!”

    Roman blinks, “Wait- you guys weren’t dating?”

    “No,” Bia shakes their head, “they’re both morons.”

    “Uh, yeah, it sucked that he left, but you were just using me as a rebound!” Janus snaps, “You loved him!”

    “No, you loved him.” Remus pouts.

    “You’re all idiots.” Bia sighs, “Why does everyone think that the person they love loves someone else?”

    “What?” Janus blinks.

    “I’m not talking to any of you until you fix this.” Bia says simply, “Or Logan forgives you for going into the den of the devil.”

    Roman winces, “Oh I’m so dead.”

    “No, you can kiss him and short circuit his brain, “Bia huffs.

    “Hold up,” Remus says, finally catching sight of the splatter of colors, “We have a problem.”

    “What?!” Janus glares.

    “I- Found my soulmate apparently?”

    Janus sours, “Congratulations.”

    “Let me see your hand,” Remus pleads, “It’s gotta be you! Why else would you care enough to come get me?!”

    Yes because the universe just cares for us that much.” Janus rolls his eyes.

    “Ask Remus what colors.” Bia says petulantly.

    Remus answers unprompted, “Green, and yellow, black, there’s some white too.”

    Bia raises an eyebrow, then,”Janus, look at your hand please, or wherever your mark is.”

    “But-”

    “Trust me?”

    Janus has always been doubtful, but Bia is usually right oddly enough with spiritual or magic may be concerned. Also, even he can’t ignore the hope blooming in his chest lke an intrusive flower of a thorny variety.

    So, Janus does, letting his left palm move so he can inspect it, the colors match what Remus had described.

    “Oh my god.” Janus whispers.

    Remus grins, “Oh thank god!”

    “This doesn't make me less angry with you for endangering yourself.” JAnus states, though with less venom than originally.

    “Does this mean I can have a kiss before you yell at me more?’ Remus sounds a little hopeful.”

    “You can have a kiss if you promise me you won’t needlessly endanger yourself again ever.” JAnus says simply.

    Bia sveers sharply left, throwing Remus into Janus, making them kiss anyways, because she’s a stubborn witch who loves her friends.

    Remus pulls back, “I promise on my soulmate.”

    Janus snorts, suppressing a laugh.

    “Oh?”

    “He’s very dear to me, lovely snake.”

    “Out, get out,” Bia says, stopping at Remus’ house, “And dear god tell your mother you’re okay. Think I freaked her out, sorry.”

    Remus groans, but exits the truck with Janus.

    Roman and Bia pull awaye.

    Janus tilts his head, “You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”

    “Always.” Remus grins, “Now you should go so mom can yell at me.”

    “Oh no, we’ll both yell at you, let’s go inside.” Janus grins, leading Remus inf for a chewing out followed by worried hovering from Remus’ mother and soulmate.

    Remus’ chest warms over with squirming insects in it, Janus is his soulmate now. The world is finally right.