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[sunnyglassware]

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[breelandwalker]

Magical Powder Recipes

A collection of some of my original magical powder recipes.

All-Purpose Cursing Powder

Bree's Banishing Powder

Clean House Powder

Come Hither Powder

Dead Man's Dust

Dream Dust

“Eye of Sauron” Revelation Powder

Get Thee Hence Powder

Ghost-Be-Gone Powder

Heal Thy Heart Powder

Hexbreaker Powder

Inspiration Salt

Lucky Day Powder

“Outta My Way” Powder

Peacekeeper Powder

Persuasion Powder

STFU Powder

Traveler’s Luck Powder

Truthfinder Powder

For those of you who may not be able to find herbs locally, here are some online suppliers who consistently have affordable and high-quality products.

Penn Herb Co. - Bulk herbs, spices, and botanicals - including over 400 wildcrafted herbs, gathered from the United States and worldwide. Single ounce packages are available. Excellent source for powders.

Starwest Botanicals - Bulk herbs, spices, oils, and teas. Good amount of organic and Fair Trade products, as well as supplies for holistic medicine and tea-making.

Mountain Rose Herbs - Bulk herbs, spices, and sundries. Also carries organic products and essential oils, and has link to schools that offer courses in herbalism and herbology.

Bulk Apothecary - Bulk herbs, spices, and oils, in addition to materials for the home production of soap, candles, wine, and beer.

For more recipes to fill out your potion kit, you can check out Pestlework: A Book of Magical Powders & Oils. (Available on Amazon and in my shop!)

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[strayflowersstarsandlove]

Sweet tooth (leeminho)

The jiggle. The delectable, vanilla smelling glossy syrup dripping down the sides of the giant pudding ...oh that bakery just went all out for this, you think to yourself, grateful the staff there had worked so quickly and so enthusiastically to make the giant sized pudding JUST for him.

You carefully step into the bedroom, the light flicker of the candle propped on top of the squishy pudding just barely crackling as you pray you won't set off the fire alarm of the hotel room, hoping it won't detect the minuscle wisps of smoke swirling around the flame. 

Minho sleeps peacefully, he is soundly asleep and perfectly buried underneath the duvet you feel so bad for having to wake him up, but it's also his birthday, and you especially got him a pudding cake made at the bakery that makes his favourite kind of vanilla and caramel pudding, he's probably going to wake up anyway once he smells the deliciousness.

"Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to youu, happy birthday dear Minho! happy birthday to you!!", you sing quietly, having a hard time restraining your own snorts at how silly you sound. But then Minho doesn't even stir so you figure you'll have to be louder.

"AIGOOO!! LEE MINHO WAKE UP WAKE UP!", you start yelling in a sing songy voice, jostling Minho's heavy sleeping body until he starts yawning and stretching himself awake all groggily, "mmhh whaat what is it?", he grunts, blinking slowly, those big doe eyes progressively adjusting to the feeble morning light coming in from the window.

"IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!", you squeal, propping up the pudding cake towards his startled little face that promptly lits up: Minho melts into a fond smile, eyes suddenly awake and sparkly in the candle light as he looks at the dessert first and then at you with that kind of fondness that has your heart liquify into a puddle of honey.

"You got me a giant pudding?", he mumbles, his tired, slightly sweaty face in awe at you, "yes!! Now quick, make a wish and blow the candle before the fire alarm starts blaring", you reply as assertively as you can for you are truly worried you're going to get in trouble.

Minho smiles widely and chuckles, then finally blows on the single candle the bakery had kindly provided for the occasion, the both of you cheering and squatting away the fine whirls of smoke floating up towards the ceiling, "there you go! did you wish for something happy?", you ask excitedly, setting the cake down on the nightstand and then stretching your arm out to the room service cart left there from the night before to retrieve a couple of spoons.

"Mmh I'm not supposed to tell you or else it won't come true", Minho replies, adjusting himself into a more sitting position on the bed, anticipating your next moves by flattening out the sheets on top of his knees and then setting the cake down on them, the both of you immediately digging in into the sinfully sweet dessert.

It's the bunched up cheeks and big wide eyes on his pleased face that have you nearly squeak out of pure joy and endearment, Minho always looks so freaking precious eating his puddings it makes your heart pound with pride. 

"Is it yummy? Please let the bakery know! They were so anxious to get your feedback they even gave me a discount on my next purchase there...which I may or may not have already made", you snicker quietly, remembering you also got a couple of boxes of cookies for you and the boys,and 4 other whole jars of pudding for Minho to take with him on the rest of the tour. 

The overflowing pink cardboard packaging currently stashed at the corner of the couch in your large luxury suite attached to the master bedroom making it very much obvious you almost bought out the entire store. But you did it wholeheartedly happy. That sweetheart of your boyfriend deserved that and more.

Minho went all out for you, as per usual, too. He was on a small tour break here in Japan, coincidentally just around his birthday, and wasted no time flying you out to meet him and then proceeding to book one of the most expensive all inclusive suites at a famous hotel chain in the city. 

He wasn't the most openly touchy feely or loud, showy kind of person when it came to express his love for you but he minded no expenses and time for you: three days off meant you got him wrapped around your finger for those exact 72 hours. Wherever you wanted to go, whatever you wanted to do, he was down for anything. 

Also plenty of quiet affection. To the point you thought he was trying to over compensate for all the days you spent apart. Daily sweet pet names and little touches and those big eyes looking at you so fondly, staring at you while you talked to him to your heart's content.

Minho loved you in many different ways, and you couldn't have spent all the money in the world to get him all the pudding he deserved as a heartfelt thank you for that.

Minho chuckles at your excited rambling and nods, full cheeks with squishy pudding inside, caramel slick lips that he licks briefly, he munches down on his treat and feeds you from his own spoon, and you know he carved out a significant amount of pudding when you see the jelly like dome with a deep indent on its side, "it is so good! I'll make sure to send a personal review to them", he confirms, scooping up more pudding for himself once he's satisfied with your serving.

"Girlfriend duty has been succesfull. Now that you're happy and fed, what'ya wanna do today?", you inquire all preppy and upbeat depsite a rapid glance outside the window has you pouting in an instant: the sky is grey and dull and misty with a steady drizzle of rain, very few pale rays of sunshine well hidden behind the clouds.

Your boyfriend smirks and licks off his spoon until there's no trace of caramel left on it, he wiggles his eyebrows at you seductively, being the immense dork he is, a sexy dork but still a dork: "I could do you? birthday sex it's the best day of the year or whatever, I don't remember how the song goes", he chants rather unsurely. 

You facepalm and gently, playfully push him down against the headboard of the bed, "I was talking about an actual activity, like sightseeing or spending the day chilling in here since it's a bit gloomy outside", you explain chuckling, "well... I should like to get my 10.000 steps in today as well, we could go for a little walk if you feel like it? And maybe have lunch somewhere nice", Minho concedes, rubbing the top of your thighs with his smooth hands which you caress in return, "I'd like that yeah", you lean in to kiss him quickly.

Bundled up in your hoodies and scarves, you walk aimlessly around the town, Minho holds a blue umbrella, shielding the both of you, though he sometimes tips it slightly to the side so that a few cold drops land on your head and your shoulder, "MINHO!!", you whine, feigning exasperation at his silly mood and he just giggles, his cheeks bunching up, his front teeth showing.

And you just have to stick your hands deeper in your pockets, restraining yourself from launching yourself at him and attack him with kisses in the middle of the street.

You realize you have strayed quite a lot from the busier, bustlier areas of town when at one point you find yourselves walking uphill on a very pretty suburb, the pavement lined with bright pink flowers despite the season. You squint at them and smile, their intense scent floating in the humid air, making your nose tickle, perhaps making you feel a little lightheaded.

The rain drizzle slowly fades away, the sky not clearing up yet but looking more terse. You're yawning and gasping for air a little, the high collar of your jacket and your scarf constricting your airways, a mix of tiredness and jet leg weighing down your limbs. 

Minho definitely catches onto that and loops his arm through your own, pointing at a bench near a lovely flowe bed a few steps away, "ah this ajumma needs a rest, let's sit there", he exclaims playfully, making all sorts of groans and ridiculous sounds as he bends his knees like an old person and then plops down on the bench, making you giggle loudly.

Scooting closer, to him, you rest your head on his shoulder and inhale the scent of rain on his coat, the faint traces of his cologne and the scent of his skin, that homely, cozy feeling making your chest feel warm and fuzzy. You've wandered off somewhere in Japan, miles and miles away from your actual home, away from your friends and family, and yet you feel perfectly at home with him, no matter where.

It's that sort of comforting reassurance, having him by your side. A quiet belonging. A love like this you couldn't have ever imagined happening to you, yet it grows and grows everyday. In more ways than one.

You subconsciously smile at yourself, looking down at your lap for a sec, lost in thought, "what are you smiling cutely like that at?", Minho inquires, those giant eyes of his narrowing as he looks at you curiously, "oh nothing at all. I'm just happy. And I love you", you say calmly, matter of factly. Minho grins and  tilts his head to the side, a little discombobulated at how eager you see to be today, yet he notices you're also tiring out faster that usual.

"I love you too. Let's go eat something warm now, you're freezing", he states, grabbing your hand and lifting you up from the bench in a single pull.

Your mouth watering at basically every single ramen dish on the menu's list, you squint your eyes to carefully read all of the ingredients, your nose prickling with the steam and sting, pungent smell of spices and meat floating around the restaurant you and your boyfriend had made yourself cozy inside.

A waitress comes along with a pitcher of water and a pot of green tea and asks if you're ready to order, and considering you can understand japanese okay but are not too confident speaking, you let Minho take over for you, pointing at the dish you choose on the menu so he can order it for you, his natural soft spoken self instructing the waitress so kindly over the level of spiciness he likes with his ramen.

Ah shit. You think. Scrambling at the thought of severe heartburn.

You quickly gesture for Minho to order a mild version of your ramen of choice and his eyes go wide in surprise: "but you love extra spicy ramen? are you okay?", he asks, not even masking his concern behind those big eyes, you gently pat his hand and nod reassuringly, he corrects the order and the waitress nods understandingly before leaving.

You pour yourself a giant glass of water, loosening the collar of your hoodie around your neck, suddenly feeling a little parched, "are you sure you're okay?", Minho inquires suspiciously, to which you giggle nervously, "yeah, yup. Totally fine. I guess the jet lag is catching up to me and my stomach is feeling a little funny. Or maybe I just had too much pudding this morning", you reply, muffling a yawn escaping past your lips.

Minho being Minho doesn't let you pay for shit. He had exttacted his credit card from his wallet at the speed of light and carefully manouvered you around and out of the restaurant, a reassuring arm wrapped around your waist, he kept you close all the way down your after lunch walk.

"You could have let me treat you for your birthday for once", you pout, standing on your tippy toes to reach his cheek and kiss him there, his ears immediately flushing red, adorably. How cute was that though? Even after years upon years of being together he was still so shy in public ugh ... It made your heart squeeze on itself. It made your tummy feel warm.

"Not a chance. Now, do you want to stop at a tea house for some tea and cake or would you like to go back to the hotel room and take a nap? You look a bit tired", Minho pats your head, his fingers lingering in your hair as he smooths it over sweetly, "well ... I still need to give you your actual birthday gift, we better head back to the hotel", you explain, a jitter in your insides at the thought of actually giving him his birthday present.

As soon as you step inside your hotel room again you realise your stomach is doing backflips. You hadn't been so nervous this morning, or at least you had found it easier to mask it with excitement over the giant pudding. But now as Minho quietly orders some tea for you and fluffs up the pillows on the couch by the window, you start to feel your hands twitching.

Stick to your plan, just stick to your plan. You repeat yourself over and over.

Room service is exceptionally fast and soon enough Minho settling down with his steaming much of green tea, the warm honey still swirling around his cup. You take one of the cookie boxes out of the pink bag and walk over to him, smiling sheepishly: "these might go well with tea". 

Minho looks up at you, beaming, a little smirk playing on his lips, "you really went crazy in that bakery uh? I love that you gave in to your sweet tooth", he jokes, immediately grabbing a cookie and dunking its tip into his mug. Then he actually feeds it you first, you can clearly tell he enjoys seeing you bite into it, loves seeing you eating happily.

He pats his lap for you to sit on so you're facing him, and carefully balances his cup on the armrest of the couch, grinning at you before munching on his own cookie. "I guess I was craving something sweet...I got cookies for us and for the guys too", you mumble before taking a sip from your own mug, a tiny tug at your tummy as you speak.

"Do you ever crave my cookie?", Minho deadpans, making you snort, "ah! Funny you should say that ...". You heart now jumping out of your chest, you set your mug down with trembling hands and retrieve a paper wrapped item from the bag with the cookies and hand it over to him.

"For me?", Minho smiles innocently and you nod, he unwraps the folds haphazardly and holds up a black t-shirt with cartoonish pictures of kittens, one of them depicted with a pacifier in its little mouth, bold white writing just above the graphic: "dad of four".

Skeptical if not confused, Minho looks at the shirt first then at your nervous smile, his eyes wandering all over your face, "uh? that's so cool! are we adopting anothr cat?", he asks incredolously, "you might ...you might want to look at the bottom of the bag..." ,you suggest, your voice thin and shaky.

Minho lays the shirt next to him and looks curiously into the bag. And once he sees it he freezes: eyes going wide and shiny, his mouth opening into that little surprised triangular shape showing his bunny teeth: "are you serious?", he exclaims softly, his whole face rapidly breaking into a beautiful smile , his eyes twinkling even in the pale light of the grey sky.

You hardly contain the tears pooling behind your eyes, a few roll down your cheeks without you even realising despite the jaw breaking smile erupting on your face, and Minho promptly cups your cheeks, looking so elated, so happy, you don't believe you've ever seen him this joyful: "you're pregnant?"he asks sweetly, as if for confirmation, his thumbs rubbing away the tears on your face.

Nodding vigorously, you burst into a liberating laugh and cry all at once, your knees giving in even if you're sitting in his lap, making you lean forward as if your whole body suddenly lost against gravity. Minho giggles SO loudly and embraces you, stopping you just shortly of collapsing on him, he holds your hips and your face and shoulders alternatively, barely holding back the mistiness in his orbs.

"We're having a baby!!", he giggles softly, squishing your cheeks, looking at you with so much languor you think you might just implode, "oh my god hi!! I love you! we're having a baby!!", he repeats excitedly, his voice cracking a little. 

You sniffle and wrap your arms around his neck for support and he just kisses you spontaneously, happily, smiling through the kiss over and over until you're brethaless.

Once he's satisfied with you dazed state he lifts up your hoodie just above your belly button and playfully pokes your soft tummy, then strokes it so gently, so carefully, "there's a little one in there!", he exclaims happily and you chuckle, "they're very very tiny still but yeah ...I took the test as soon as I landed here. I took multiple ones actually, I'm supposed to be just over 2 and half weeks today".

Minho grins once more and places the smallest most fluttery little kiss on your collarbone, he looks so bewildered and content he can't stop smiling at you and caressing your tummy, "so that's why you didn't want anything spicy and you were so sleepy and jumpy and craving sweet stuff, my jagiya is pregnant!", he thinks out loud, truly only making you feel like you could die over his excitement.

You stroke his hair and nod, feeling a little bad for keeping the secret for the last few days, you really just wanted the both of you to feel relaxed and regain your footing after travelling before dropping such life changing news. 

"I love you so much. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I really wanted to surprise you for your birthday", you confess meekly and he shakes his head as if dismissing your apology, "that's the best birthday gift ever. It's also so funny cause you know what I wished for my birthday earlier today while I was blowing my candle?", "noo..?", you start, curiously, and he laughs contently and suddenly looks adorably mischievous: "I wished for Soonie, Doongie and Dori to hopefully get a sibling soon".

[newwavesylviaplath]

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[itoshi-s]

@marycorn requested: rin + bathing with him // no lukewarm love v-day event !

wc: 1.7k. cw: fem reader (referred to as woman like, once), fluff, rin isn't all that used to love :,3

"you're feeling more like oat milk and vanilla, or.." you pause, twisting the jar so you can read the label properly, "oh, you like this one- lavender and lemon?"

you hold up the candles, lifting them respectively as you speak, only to find rin - the very one your question is directed at - still staring at his phone intently as he rubs the back of his neck. the little frown etched between his brows and tense stance of his broad shoulders make him seem entirely too stressed for your liking.

"rin?" you ask again, putting one of the jars down on the counter. "you okay?"

it's only the lighter flicking that makes him snap out of his stupor. he glances over, teal eyes a bit confused until they settle on the candle you lit up - his favorite.

(it's hard to call it a favorite when it's actually the only scent he enjoys among all your other gourmand and flowery ones.)

"hm? yeah, sorry." rin sighs and locks his phone, setting it down before reaching to pull his hoodie off. "just some press shit before the season starts. had to catch up." he explains, voice muffled by the thick cotton over his mouth before he fully peels the garment off.

"'s alright." you hum softly, hand dipping into the bath water to check temperature. "i just don't like seeing you all pent up like that."

now, rin doesn't like how it feels, either. perhaps that's why he values his routine so much - the daily schedule he's been following ever since he realized how serious he is about football. morning stretch, breakfast, practice, lunch, gym, going home, dinner, evening yoga, then some meditation to finish the day. sounds like a lot — and it definitely is — but surprisingly so, it doesn’t feel as tiring as it might seem.

rin’s never really thought this tight schedule of his lacked anything, either — at least not until you crawled your way right into his heart, albeit a little too cold but oh, so aching for love still, and made yourself home in the long abandoned space. it's only natural you came with a whole package - all your silly candles, drawers full of various bath bombs and salts, and far too many masks to count, which you always looked so ecstatic to put on his face.

you came with your own little routine - one that fit so perfectly into his, it's almost as if it was fate's doing.

perhaps, this is exactly what he needed at the end of his day - your skin on his, head tilted back to rest on his shoulder as you listen to him speak, so intently and calmly as always. maybe, the feel of your fingers in his hair, tenderly pushing the bangs out of his face as you grin upon the sight - here's my handsome boy - is the little piece he longed for everyday.

(love, he thinks is the right word for it. he needed your love - but despite getting better at voicing out his feelings over the years, it's still far too sappy to admit to out loud.)

snapping out of thought, rin shakes his head. “yeah, me neither.” the man mumbles under his breath, and you need to look over your shoulder to make sure he’s just teasing — voice far too tired to make out the tone. “if they end up calling again, it's better cause someone's dead or some shit. not picking up otherwise.”

you laugh, and rin’s mouth curls into a rare smile.

“wow," you mumble, "that’s not very captain of you." you tease, to which he snorts.

"not very teammate of them to be such idiots either." you'd suppose there would be more of a bite to his tone as he retorts, but it's surprisingly gentle as he allows his gaze to rest on your silhouette, taking in the image of you slipping the silk robes off your shoulders and exposing the soft skin underneath. he sniffs shortly, "whatever. let's not talk about 'em anymore."

you only give a slight chuckle in reply as you slip into the bathtub, followed by a content sigh. the bubbles have grown thick and luscious, nearly covering most of your body once you’re fully submerged in the glittery lilac water, and rin’s cheeks grow warm in time with your own. yours, because the water is indeed just a bit too hot even for your liking; his, because you look so fucking sweet, a sight for his sore eyes.

pulling your knees chose to your chest, you squirm forward to make space behind you. "c'mon, it's gonna run cold-"

"shut up, woman," rin mutters under his breath as he steps in behind your back, lowering himself and pulling you flush against his chest once he's fully seated. the water sloshes over the edges at his sudden motion and you gasp - both at the mess and his jab.

"hey!" you try to turn in his grasp, but the way it tightens keeps you locked in place. rin laughs by your ear as you lean your head back with a pout. "it's the first time in, like, forever that we have time for this, and that's the treatment i get?"

rin gives your frame a squeeze again, paired with a chaste kiss pressed to the crook of your neck. you lean your head to the side, allowing more space, and it's almost muscle memory by this point - merely an instinct and unconscious thought that makes rin's heart jolt.

it has been a while, indeed, rin figures. you've been both way too busy with work to make way for the small things, pieces of your daily routines that in the end made the day feel this much better. now, he's not exactly sure how did all of... this become a regular routine for you two, but it has quickly turned out to be the very thing both his mind and body long for whenever it's time for a break.

maybe the lack of time was the cause of his annoyance spiking these past few days, eyes rolling upon the most minor inconveniences. he's never been the calmest type around the team, but it was truly best to keep your mouth around him lately. (if there has to be one person to ask about it, it's ryusei. as always.)

as rin inhales your scent, mixing with the faint citrus of the bubblebath and calming lavender the candle diffuses, he realizes that he's missed you.

long eyelashes flutter against your shoulder as he closes his eyes, hands starting to roam down your waist and grope their way to your hips where they finally settle.

"i missed you." rin admits, albeit to his own surprise - and it seems like yours, too, if the way your fingers flex on his knee is anything to go by. he noses at your neck and feels his shoulders finally loosen up. "missed this, i mean."

you shift in your seat slightly, back pressing against the firm planes of his chest even further, until you can nearly feel the steady thumping of his heart.

"me too." you say softly, one hand slipping to rest on his bicep instead while the other guides his other arm to wrap around your chest again. you squeeze it tight and turn your head to get a better look of rin's face. "it's not as fun without you anymore, yanno?"

rin must sense your gaze on him, cause as soon as you're done speaking, his head lifts from it's spot on your shoulder and turquoise eyes lock with yours. a small smile breaks across your face as you reach a hand up, pushing back the bangs that already start to stick to his forehead.

"you're telling me i'm fun?" the ravenette mumbles, corners of his lips pulling upwards when you go to mess with his hair.

your chest squeezes with adoration upon the sight - handsome, refined features on show, paired with the dearest look anyone could ever grace you with. sheepishly, you nuzzle your face against rin's neck and nod. "well- sometimes." you murmur and feel his throat vibrate with a laugh.

"took you long enough t' admit." rin snickers, straightening his legs a tad more as he leans back, until the water reaches shy past your collarbones. "you wanna tell me something else while we're at it, baby?" he taunts, head tipping down just slightly to steal a look at your face, still snugly fit in the crook between his neck and shoulder.

"mmhm, i just might." you hum, "i love you, dummy," you sigh, holding back an amused smile as you push yourself up. sitting up straight, you look back over your shoulder just in time to spot the very sight you've longed after for the past few days - teal eyes just barely hooded yet sparkling with so much affection, and a content smile to pair with.

you watch silently as rin rolls his shoulders back, arms moving to rest over the edge of the tub. it's been a little while since you've last seen his body this relaxed, lean muscles all loosened up and frame seemingly even more broad now as he rests.

"i love you, too," the man replies, feeling his smile widen upon noticing your lips curl up in a grin of your own as well. perhaps it's just these silly essential oils you've loaded the bath water with, or maybe it's the temperature and steam in general, cause there's a giddy feeling gnawing away at his chest and a loop pulling at his heart that makes it just a tad harder to breathe properly.

(it's the same sensation that only ever creeps up on him when he looks at you. love, rin thinks. he can voice it out all he wants, bare his heart for you countless times - but he's never getting used to how dizzy it makes him, searing hot in his veins and cotton-like in his head.)

a sense of serenity swirls around the room and mixes with the delicate lavender as silence falls over the both of you, other than the gentle fizz of bubbles and flicker of the candle. you hold rin's gaze as he breathes, chest in a steady rise and fall until he opens his mouth to speak - and you're surprised he's only ever asking for it now.

"wash my hair, please?" rin speaks - quietly and meekly so, as if you ever denied him the thing - and you roll your eyes, hand already reaching towards the stand to fetch the shampoo bottle as you smile, feeling so lovesick your chest hollows.

"thought you'd never ask."

[https-witch]

More Actually Simple Witch Tips! 🎐

🫙Shop for products in sustainable packaging that you can reuse for witchcraft like spaghetti sauce in glass jars. They're not more expensive, I swear!

🌿Oven dry or air dry fresh herbs & fruits that might go bad or just chop them finely to use in a spell.

🕯️Melt the bottom of you candles when it doesn't stay lit anymore & pour in a smaller container (post coming up on how to do so!)

🃏Keep cards by your bed to pick a few everyday. This will help you learn & also know what your day will be like!

The goal with these is to make things as affordable, cheap & doable without going out too much. Hope it helps 🎉☁️⛅

Tip me if you want idk

[ghostbeam]

Hewwo :3c

For ur ask game gojo and moonlight 🌙✨

-yours spookily, mint <3

My beloved mint happy (late) Halloween I hope u like thissss<333

Gojo satoru + moonlight

Words: 400

“Just a little bit further.” He tells you, pulling you through the lines of trees, the only form of light being Satoru’s phone flashlight and the moon above you.

“We’re gonna get lost.” You point out, “and I’m cold.”

He stops, turning back to look at you. He slides his coat from his shoulders and legs you climb in, the thing completely engulfing you.

“I promise we’re close. I remember that tree.” He tells you, taking your hand again and leading you once more.

“Oh, you remember that tree?” You scoff. “What about that one over there? Or how about this twig on the ground?”

“Have I ever gotten us lost before?” He asks, looking at you over his shoulder.

“Yes.” You glare.

“Name one time.”

“I can name like five!” Staring at the ground as you walk, you don’t notice when Satoru has stopped in front of you, causing you to bump into his back. He doesn’t move an inch, just reaches behind to pull you around to the front of him. With his arms around you, he shows you the scene in front of the two of you. There, in a small clearing of trees sits an extremely bright halloween themed blanket covered in various picnic foods and electric candles.

“I actually thought you were gonna bring me out here to scare me, or force me to do a ouija board, or meet the Blair Witch.” You tell him, still shocked at the kind display.

“Well, the night is young.” He shrugs. You swat at his chest with the back of your hand and move forward to sit on the blanket.

“Oh! These are my favorite!” You gasp, picking up the packages of candy sitting in a pile. You unwrap it and place it in your mouth, looking over the rest of the spread. Realization hits you, “oh, these are all my favorites.”

“I know I haven’t been around as much as I used to be.” He says, fiddling with your discarded candy wrapper. “And you’ve been talking about this full moon all month. I wanted to do this for you.”

His vulnerability shocks you. It’s not that it’s uncommon for him, but the admittance without jest is a little jarring. You don’t care that he’s been gone more often. You know he has a responsibility. He still comes home to you.

You reach up and brush your fingers against his forehead, moving his hair from his eyes, “thank you.”

The faux candlelight bathes him in a warm glow, from the the tops of his criss-crossed thighs to the line of his jaw, but you’re all moonlight.

[literateowl]

R 😭 I did it!! I am an ABSENTEE voter so I get no sticker. Thus I took a picture of the ballot drop off sign for you.

My request, if you choose to accept it, is: Paul, TK & Carlos go to Ikea to shop for a housewarming gift for Marjan 🎁

Paul & Carlos are a little overwhelmed, but TK knows EXACTLY what to get her…

Hiii Lemon thank you for voting! I hope you love the ficlet and it brings you joy 💜

“I can’t believe you’ve both only been here once before,” TK says and pokes Carlos’s side as they walk into the store. “And you were a kid.”

“Yep, just when my sisters first moved out.”

“I only needed a lot of stuff when I moved down here. Everything else I can get at Target,” Paul says. “Which would be perfectly fine to shop at now by the way.”

“Ikea is an experience though.” TK gestures with open hands as the sliding door parts for him. “Do we want food now or after?”

“After. And we only need like two things for Marj.”

“So we’ll find her the best things,”

Paul gets a cart and they spread out throughout the marketplace. Carlos sticks pretty close to TK because this store seems a little crazy.

Paul waves them over eventually and points at some food storage jars with a geometric looking design. “Do you think she’d like these?”

“She probably would, there’s gotta be something more fun around here though.”

“Where? This place is a maze.”

“Let’s skip the rest of the kitchen stuff,” TK suggests.

“This place is too much when you don’t know what you want,” Paul complains. Carlos nods in agreement.

Carlos and Paul look through the packages of throw pillow covers. “What about this floral one?”

Paul shakes his head and goes back to looking while Carlos gives up. They’ll never find a house warming gift for Marjan’s new place at this rate.

Carlos spins around the store scanning for his husband. “Do you see TK? Did we lose him?”

“There’s only one way through the place,” Paul reminds him. “We’ll catch up eventually.”

Carlos sighs, of course TK would insist they come to Ikea, which Carlos has basically never been to before and finds very overwhelming, and then get lost almost immediately.

“I don’t know, man. All of the stuff here is good but nothing screams ‘Marjan’ yet, you know?” Paul complains.

“Also this place is huge,” Carlos agrees.

They don’t catch up to TK until they’re almost at the exit, he and the now full shopping cart are nearly concealed by the palm leaves and thick ferns in the plant aisles.

TK grins at them. “I found the perfect things. Look at these plant pots, so she can grow more herbs or something.” He gestures to the four light green and pink pots that he’s picked out.

“I also found some drawer dividers for us and a pomegranate candle, babe.”

“And stuffed animals?” Carlos asks.

“The octopus is for Jonah to go with the shark we sent him for his birthday last month. And the little bee is for Charlie. Isn’t it adorable?”

“Yeah, good job, man. Are we done here?” Paul asks anxiously.

“Sure, let’s check out and then go up to the restaurant. You can’t come to Ikea and not get Swedish meatballs or something with lingonberries.”

Carlos frowns. “What the heck is a lingonberry?

[sunnyglassware]

Wholesale exquisite pattern packaging gift box empty box candle holder box

[archer-kacey]

Homewarming Analysis: Eddie

There are LARGE sections of info in the latest Welcome Home update, but none as strikingly out of place as the last clip in the compilation on awayfrompryingeyes. And what a coincidence! I like discussing puppet trauma.

First thing to note- Poppy is noticeably just gone from the Homewarming celebration. This is especially weird seeing as she was still included by name in the Cookbook, appeared in one of the technical difficulty segments, and was also on Eddie's delivery list for Homewarming. Hell, the narrator of the holiday special insists that everyone had joined in for the festivities.

Yet nobody else seems to notice her absence. More on this later.

In between the other commercials, there are several live-action instances of Eddie showing frustration at the fact that nobody has contacted him all day, and that there are no packages to be delivered.

At the beginning of the holiday special, Sally explains to him pretty breezily that everyone helped out with deliveries so Eddie wouldn't have to do it, meaning he has the day off for Homewarming.

I do think the Neighbors had all the best intentions by trying to surprise him, but unintentionally crafted a pretty perfect hell for Eddie.

There are some recurring themes in Eddie's "about" section- overall forgetfulness, his dedication to his job and by extension his reliability in that regard, the fact that he's often up and about (usually around the Neighbors), and that he works hard.

So not being contacted, not having anything to do for most of the day, and not even seeing anyone walking by outside VERY understandably drives him crazy! And for someone with memory issues already, having a huge disruption like that in an otherwise pretty standard routine has got to be not only jarring, but downright scary as well!

After Sally brings him in for Homewarming and he gets settled in, the narrator insists that Eddie was indeed happy like the rest of the cast. We quickly see this isn't the case. Instead, he seems to be having some kind of derealization, which is shown via live-action shots spliced in with the normal 2D animation.

While Eddie is in crisis, Home is the only other character in frame. Everything else is either extremely dark, or a random sequence of shots. Home stares down at him the whole time, and the whole time Eddie is incredibly aware of this.

There are quite a few abstract shots that either come off as something burning or melting- an ornament dripping yellow liquid onto the floor, a red screen with subtle changes in the lighting and shadows, a live-action shot in a red-lit room with a moving shadow, Eddie sweating profusely (possibly crying), and an actual candle burning and melting.

I don't think the derealization scene is meant to only encompass one thing. Eddie is becoming aware of his surroundings and realizing that the world he lives in isn't exactly real, and Home is scaring the shit out of him. But I don't see a lot of people touching on the fact that this could represent burnout as well.

Eddie is often held up on a pedestal as the hardest working neighbor, the one who likes to help problem solve and the one who physically takes on heavy loads. It was shown between commercials that when he's not fulfilling his normal duties, he literally doesn't know what to do with himself. His passion for his job and his fellow Neighbors is a strength, but if he's been inadvertently neglecting himself, then he's pretty susceptible, maybe even blind, to the fact that he's burnt out. And unfortunately, I think burnout is hitting him in tandem with other things. Home seems to be fully aware of the fact that Eddie is starting to crack, and judging by that stare, I don't think it's going to be handing out mental health services any time soon.

Eddie starts to come back (albeit in a bit of a confused haze), and there are only two characters in front of him- Sally and Frank.

Their two opening lines in the conversation really summarize the difference in their awareness to Eddie's distress.

Frank immediately opens with "this bitch told me you've been doing too much, what's that about?" and Sally responds with "yeah it's not easy being the hottest bitch in town </3"

Okay, maybe not exactly that. You get my point- Frank is immediately sus, Sally isn't.

It isn't until after Sally leaves that Frank tries to get through to him more insistently, and after some coaxing, Eddie seems to start coming back with more clarity of his surroundings.

Also noteworthy that despite still being a little out of it, he can see Frank pretty clearly when he leans down.

Now, the logical part of me says that he's closer with Frank than the others, therefore he might act as sort of an "anchor" when his mental state starts spiraling.

The sappy part of me says that Eddie tends to remember things he's passionate about better. AKA his job, AKA Frank.

Anyway, I mentioned Poppy earlier, and there was a point to that.

We've seen how Eddie's memory can be dodgy at times. He was already in crisis when he arrived to Homewarming, and then he immediately had to go home.

And again, let's not forget that Poppy was cited to have been at Homewarming, and by all other accounts seems to have been included to some degree, even if not front and center.

Maybe she was actually there.

Maybe Eddie just forgot.

[sweetwitchythings]

Kitchen Witchery: Basil Pesto Lasagna

If you know anything about me, you'll know that I love being in the kitchen! I love trying new recipes and cooking, especially if it's part of my craft. So I thought maybe I would post a couple of my favorite recipes that I use to enchant for my family. My whole family loves this delicious lasagna that I made the other day, and it's super easy and not too expensive to make. If you're a witch on a budget, then you'll definitely appreciate the yummy leftovers from this meal!

I do not have any dietary restrictions, but my sibling has a gluten sensitivity, so if I make it for them, I substitute the regular noodles for certified gluten-free noodles. If you're vegan or vegetarian, I'm sure you can substitute the meat and cheese with something else, but I am not either of those things and don't know anyone who is, so I don't really have any suggestions for substitutions on those. So! Without further ado, let's get into the recipe! I will also list the correspondences that I associate with all of these ingredients, as well as common associations.

This recipe makes a rather large pan of lasagna, so feel free to downsize. My family has several people in it, so I often make larger meals to accommodate.

You will need:

Oven-bake lasagna noodles (I associate prepared foods with pretty much anything. Just sent your intention on this ingredient and keep going. Since pasta soaks up whatever it's put in, I like to think that pasta specifically is kinda like a white candle: it can mean anything!)

2 jars of tomato sauce, in any flavor you like! Witch tip: Get a glass jar to use for spells later! It's a super good way to recycle! (Tomatoes are acidic, so I associate them with protection. People often associate them with love, especially sex, but it's all about your intention, so it doesn't have to mean that for this particular recipe.)

Ground meat of your choice, a larger size package if you're feeding a lot of people. I like ground turkey because it's less oily, but I've also used ground beef and I'm sure ground chicken would work too. I like to give special thanks when I make something with meat, to the universe and to Life and the cycle of Life. (I don't really have an association for meat, so sorry about this one.)

Ricotta cheese, in a regular sized container. Last time I made it, I accidentally got a small container and it wasn't enough in my opinion. (Cheese is filled with protein, which means strength and resilience to me, so that's what I associate it with.)

Small jar of basil pesto. You won't use all of it for this recipe, so the smallest one will be just fine. (Basil is a very versatile herb, so you can use it for many things! I usually try to make the whole recipe mean similar things, as to not muddle the intentions, so I would recommend setting a protection or banishment intention for this one. Also, pesto is usually made with olive oil, which is sacred to certain deities, so extra magick is involved!)

Mozzarella cheese, shredded. You're welcome to shred your own, but this witch has chronic pain, so bagged is the way for me! I use low-moisture, personally. I get about 2 pounds of it. (More cheese means more strength!)

The recipe:

Put your choice of meat in a large pot or pan to brown. Break it up to ensure even cooking and stir clockwise to manifest your intention. For the sake of an example, I'm going to use my intention from the other night, which was strength and protection. Preheat your oven as the directions on the back of the oven-ready lasagna tells you to.

While the meat/substitute is cooking, get out the rest of your ingredients and set them out to make things easier to reach.

Get out a good-sized mixing bowl, large enough to fit the entire container of ricotta cheese. Open up the container and dump the whole thing in there. Mix in about two or three large spoonfuls of the basil pesto with a spatula or mixing spoon. I wouldn't recommend using a slotted spoon, because that cheese can be hard to wash off, especially if you don't have a dishwasher. Think about your intentions as you stir. I personally like to imagine power in the form of white or yellow light coming from my heart/chest, down my arm, into the spoon and into the mixture, filling it with intention.

After your meat is done, drain it well and get ready to layer up your lasagna! With every layer, I concentrate on my intention, layering it with the food. Get a good-sized casserole dish. I use a glass one, but I'm sure a metal one would work just as well.

The first layer is going to be the meat. Put half of the meat or meat substitute in the bottom of the dish, then set aside. I would recommend coming up with an affirmation or a short incantation to say or think between layers. Let's say that this could be something like "I imbue this meal with strength and protection for all that eats it, so mote it be!"

The next layer is going to be your sauce. If you make your own, that's great! But I don't because I don't know how and also that's a little more labor-intensive than I usually have time for. Pour one jar over the meat, saying/thinking your incantation as you do so. Make sure the sauce is evenly spread. You can use a spoon or a spatula to do this.

The next layer is going to be the pasta. Say your incantation again as you lay the dry pasta over the sauce and meat. The awesome thing about oven-ready lasagna is that you don't have to cook it before you put it in. It cooks in the oven and soaks up the pasta sauce and it's sooooo delicious! Again, if you have dietary needs, gluten-free lasagna is totally an option.

The last layer is going to be the ricotta cheese and pesto mixture. Use a spoon or spatula to spread it across the top of the pasta. I find it easier to spread the soft mixture over the hard pasta, so that's why the layers are like they are. Don't forget your incantation!

Repeat the layers one more time, saying your incantation each time. When you're done, put the entire bag of mozzarella over the top, saying your incantation one last time.

Look on the back of the pasta box and bake for the recommended time, or until the cheese on top is nice and bubbly and the whole thing is warmed through.

Serve and enjoy! I like making some cheesy garlic bread with it, to sop up the sauce. The leftovers are just as delicious and will keep in the fridge for a little less than a week.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading! I love simply kitchen witchcraft, and this protection lasagna is a wonderful, hearty meal for the whole family. If you use this recipe, I'd love to know! Feel free to reblog and share your own variations! I'd love to see them!

Happy cooking and witching! 🔮✨🍳

[panda-of-the-trash]

Drabble 2: curiosity

It was early in the castle, very early. The halls basically abandoned aside from a few guards patrolling or kitchen staff waking up to make breakfast. The big heavy curtains in the halls were still draped over the windows, making sure no light or cold could seep in. Most doors were still closed and except for some snoring, it was eerily quiet.

Save for the quiet pitter patter of little feet.

Save for the little wobbling of a certain little inhabitant.

Even though the castle halls were nearly pitch black, the only traces of light being found in the dimly lit blue candles, the little princess wasn’t deterred. In fact she made her way around like she could see everything, which she could thanks to her dadda.

She walked wobbly but very determined to a big heavy door, slowly pushed it open and looked at her first challenge, the stairs.

She didn’t like stairs, they were big and she always had to sit down on her butt and go down that way. And it made her diaper so very itchy!

A big frown appeared on her concentrated face and within a flash she was down 6 floors.

Quickly recovering from the sudden teleport, she slowly resumed her journey.

Passing guards smiled as she passed them and gave her a little bow. So very polite they were, she liked that.

After passing some kitchen staff and rounding a few corners she finally arrived to her first destination, the kitchens.

She slowly pushed the swinging kitchen door open and waddled to where her coveted price was. In a rather clumsy way, she started climbing up the kitchen cabinets, putting her hands and feet on the handles.

When it became clear she’d never get on the counter that way, she flexed her little back muscles and out came her small tentacles that helped her climb the rest of the way.

There she finally saw at least one of her targets. The chocolate bars. Happily she waddled over to it and grabbed a milk chocolate one and a dark chocolate one in her tiny hands.

Granted they were the size of her face, she still held on to them tightly and began looking for her second target.

Luckily she didn’t have to look far as it was on the same counter. With love in her eyes she slowly stumbled over to the glass jar filled with golden brown cookies with little pieces of chocolate in them. So big, so ommy nommy!

She slowly grabbed it, but it was so heavy and it caused her to drop the chocolate bars!

With a big pout she sat down on the counter, crossing her little arms.

A big shadow fell over her and she looked up in curiosity. It was uncle Horror!

“Hello princess, yer looking for treats?” He smiled at her. He was always so nice to her.

She nodded, pointing at the bars and the cookie jar. Horror chuckled softly. “Too big eh? I’ll help ya get em upstairs.”

She gave him a big smile, half of her teeth still missing. They were coming though! Papa said she would grow into a big girl and it made his eyes all shiny and wet.

Horror gently picked her up, along with the bars and cookie jar and began walking back upstairs. On their way there they got a lot of curious stares and smiles, cooing at the little princess. 

She gave them all wide eyed looks back, so curious as well about the big big world around her. Annoyingly her hair kept falling in front of her face, making it so she couldn’t see anything! Luckily uncle Horror adjusted the bow that held her hair back for her.

Once upstairs Horror knocked gently at the door which behind her papa and dadda slept. She excitedly kicked her feet.

Still half asleep, Nightmare opened the door and raised a brown, blank stare melting into a gentle smile when he saw exactly who Horror was holding. “Got a package for ya boss.

“Mhh I can certainly see that. Thank you Horror.” Tentacles longer  than her own picked up the cookie jar and chocolate bars while his big hands gently cradled her.

Horror bowed and started walking back to the kitchens. Nightmare closed the door and walked over to the bed where his currently very pregnant husband was waking up.

“Mhh? Whas happening?”

Nightmare smiled, sitting down with their little starling in his arms. “Seems our princess got something for us.”

When Cross woke up a bit more and noticed the chocolate bars and cookie jar he gave a soft chuckle. “Oh Incubux, pumpkin, you got dadda and papa some chocolate?”

Crawling over to him she gave a big happy nod. “Ommy nommy!”

Cross chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Ommy nommy.” He agreed.

[dark-ambition]

@out-of-heaven-and-hell

Pentious was not expecting to detect a scent such as this while on his afternoon shopping. He had barely even sensed anything out of the ordinary at first as he made his way across the creaking wooden floors of the apothecary, past the plastic of finely packaged medicinal herbs and tea leaves, past the jars containing severed eyeballs and newt’s tongues that were advertised as consumable sleep aids and pain relievers, the smell and scents of freshly lit candles, freshly made tea and coffee with fresh baked bread filling the air. The dark walls decorated with cobwebs and flickering candle lights led much to the atmosphere of the place, as did the glowing sigils that lined the walls, the strings of growing vines growing out from the cracks in the foundations that laid curled across surfaces, thorny and yet always shifting out of the way should Pentious reach for something close, as if enchanted to never prick a customer’s hand. There were shelves of noxious poisons, neurotoxins and caustic flesh eating agents, of preserved and pickled body parts of creatures of other rings said to clear up coughing or colds if ground into one’s morning coffee, of dried herbs and plants hanging from racks up over the ceiling, so many attractive draughts and tonics and tinctures within the shops that filled Pentious’s senses that he almost didn’t even notice it.

That was, until he flicked his tongue out, passing by a seemingly dark and empty section of the shopping area, supposedly made as part of a briefly closed cafe, and smelled something that made him stop in his tracks. The smell of webs, of a musty earth-like scent that reminded him of the wet rich soil of dirt just after it rained, of the kind of fresh dirt that clung thickly to one’s claws after it was freshly dug up, with just the faintest hints of spearmint, and old blood. It had his hood twitch up ever so slightly, and he is quick to turn his head back toward that patch of empty darkness, eyes narrowing, as he tries to peer deeper into it, to figure out what that source was.

[raushanbigbears]

Buying and Using Coconut Butter in Bulk in India

Coconut butter, a creamy and versatile product made from pureed coconut flesh, has been gaining traction worldwide for its rich flavor and nutritional benefits. In India, where coconuts are a staple in many households, buying coconut butter in bulk is an economical and practical choice for both individuals and businesses. Here’s a detailed guide on why and how to embrace coconut butter in bulk, along with tips for sourcing it in India.

Why Buy Coconut Butter in Bulk?

Cost-Effective: Purchasing coconut butter in large quantities often reduces the cost per unit, making it a budget-friendly option for frequent users.

Eco-Friendly: Buying in bulk minimizes packaging waste, aligning with sustainable and environmentally-conscious practices.

Versatility: Coconut butter can be used in numerous ways—from cooking and baking to skincare and DIY projects—making it a multipurpose investment.

Convenience: Having a ready supply of coconut butter ensures you’re always stocked for your culinary and cosmetic needs.

Culinary Uses of Coconut Butter

Cooking: Use coconut butter as a flavorful substitute for dairy butter or oil in sautéing vegetables, making curries, or drizzling over roasted vegetables.

Baking: Its creamy texture adds richness to cakes, cookies, and energy bars, while its natural sweetness enhances flavor profiles.

Spreads and Toppings: Spread it over toast, pancakes, or waffles for a nutrient-rich alternative to regular spreads.

Smoothies: Add a spoonful to smoothies for a creamy texture and a boost of healthy fats.

Non-Culinary Uses of Coconut Butter

Skincare: Coconut butter’s moisturizing properties make it ideal for use as a natural lotion or lip balm.

Hair Care: It can be used as a nourishing hair mask to combat dryness and add shine.

DIY Products: Coconut butter is a popular ingredient in homemade soaps, scrubs, and candles.

Sourcing Coconut Butter in Bulk in India

Local Manufacturers: Many local producers, especially in coconut-rich states like Kerala and Tamil Nadu, offer high-quality coconut butter at wholesale prices.

Online Retailers: Platforms like Amazon India, Flipkart, and specialized health food websites often list bulk packages of coconut butter.

Wholesale Markets: Visit local wholesale markets or health food stores that cater to bulk buyers. These often provide fresh products at competitive rates.

Organic Stores: Organic outlets and co-operatives frequently stock coconut butter made from organically grown coconuts.

What to Look for When Buying in Bulk

Purity: Ensure the product is free from additives, preservatives, or artificial flavors.

Quality Certification: Look for certifications such as FSSAI, USDA Organic, or India Organic to guarantee quality.

Packaging: Opt for airtight, food-grade containers to maintain freshness and prevent contamination.

Shelf Life: Check the expiration date and storage recommendations to ensure long-term usability.

Storing Bulk Coconut Butter

Cool and Dry Place: Store coconut butter in a cool, dry place away from direct sunlight to prevent spoilage.

Refrigeration: In hot and humid climates, refrigeration can help extend its shelf life.

Airtight Containers: Transfer large quantities into smaller, airtight jars for daily use to minimize exposure and maintain freshness.

Embracing Coconut Butter as a Lifestyle Staple

Incorporating coconut butter into your daily routine—whether for its culinary delights or its skincare benefits—can be a game-changer. Buying in bulk not only saves money but also ensures you always have this versatile, nutrient-rich product at your fingertips.

Natures Natural India, where the coconut is revered as a ‘tree of life,’ coconut butter represents a natural treasure that supports health, sustainability, and tradition. By sourcing it wisely and using it creatively, you can unlock its full potential for yourself and your family.

[midnightfire830]

I found an old little narrative blerp from my notes and I decided to make it a one-shot for my Royalty AU. I am in no way a writer. So don’t expect a whole lot. But I thought it would be fun to share how I see these characters interacting.

TW: Manipulation, Gaslighting (?)

Cuphead slowly crept around the kitchen as quietly as possible. His feet were careful to avoid tripping on any stray objects and boxes strewn across the ground. Shaky hands fingered through wooden bins and brown clay jars of food, each tightly packaged to keep any unwanted bugs and pests from getting to it. The dim light of his candle doing little to help him pick out the details of the dark pantry.

Eventually his eyes pick out a barrel of apples set in the far corner of the room. Around it were similar bins of other produce: potatoes, carrots, pears and some imported goods from other countries. He snatched an apple from the top of the barrel and grabbed a small loaf of bread off of one of the shelves as he slipped out the pantry door.

Hurrying to get back to bed before the guards realized he ever left, cup walked around the island towards the door clutching his candlestick and the food close to his chest. If cup’s memory served correctly, of which it oftentimes did, the guards on their nightly rounds should be just down the hallway, another set of guards several paces behind the first. The tricky part would be getting past those guards. Then he needs to cross the courtyard and climb the trell-

“Going somewhere?” A deep voice crooned behind him.

Cup let out a (very deep and very dignified) shriek, as he whirled around to meet the voice. With his harsh movements he began to fumble with the objects in his arms, barely managing to keep his candlestick upright while keeping a hand on his food at the same time.

It took a little time but eventually cup managed to not drop the candlestick, at the sacrifice of dropping his food. If someone later asked why he had a mild burn on his hand from the melted wax, well that was his business, thank you.

Once he had his candlestick under control, he slowly looked up to see Dice. The older man leaned against the doorway of one of the kitchen entrances, arms crossed, dark eyes glinting in the dim light, a sly smirk spread across his face, like a younger sibling that had just caught the older doing something wrong. (Which, let’s face it, what else is new?)

“Now, what’s a sickly, little prince like you doing here with stolen food after bedtime?” The man chuckled darkly and pushed off the door he was leaning against, sauntering around the island table that separated the two of them.

“I-I’m just here for a snack, Dice. I’m not bothering anyone,” Cup stuttered. His confidence quickly left him with each step that Dice took. The boy slowly shrinked in on himself as he tried to look anywhere but Dice’s preparatory gaze.

“Now, now, young Prince,” Dice tsked. “You and I both know that your physician put you on a very strict diet, yes? You can’t go aroudn going against doctor’s orders, now can you?” Dice’s heavy hand grabbed Cup’s shoulder in a tight, nearly bruising grip. A sly grin spread across the older man’s face. “Besides, what’s the point of eating if you can’t even keep it down in the first place? Why waste perfectly good food?” Cuphead frowned, offended.

Dice looked down at the fruit and bread now on the floor in disdain. “Well, you’ve wasted it now anyways,” he grumbled. Cup looked away from the ruined food in slight embarrassment. Dice DID have a point on that one. He did drop it. Maybe he could just make it up to Granny later for ruining her food? Maybe he could arrange a way to replace the old food? Or perhaps she’d prefer he find a new book to read to her? More knitting needles and yarn? Maybe he could knit her something new?

Before Cup could go down that rabbit hole Dice clapped him on the back and began to guide him out of the kitchen.. “Come, let’s get you back to bed, boy. All this excitement can’t be good for your poor health.” He didn’t even spare a glance at the food left on the ground when he responded with, “We’ll leave the food there. The staff will pick it back up in the morning, yes?” Cup silently nodded as he let Dice push him towards the door.

Barely even a step in and a loud voice echoed in the mostly empty room. “What’s with all the ruckus in here?!” Granny’s voice demanded. She must have been asleep before because she was dressed in a simple nightgown, brandishing her wooden cane and a half melted candlestick attached to a crudely fashioned iron grip for light. Cup felt a little pang of guilt when he realized that he must have woken her up.

Cuphead began to stutter through a response before Dice interrupted. “The Prince was just headed off to bed, Mrs. Gopher. We’ll be lea-“

“I wasn’t asking YOU.” The old woman interjected. Calmly she turned her expectant gaze to Cuphead who, at the moment, wanted nothing more than to be anywhere else. His guilt was slowly and thoroughly eating away at his stomach, and his mind whirled with dark thoughts.

Biting his lip and stuffing his hands in his pockets, Cuphead stammered out a response. “I j-just came down here for a snack. It-it was just some fruit and bread and I dropped it on the ground. I’m really sorry for sneaking out and taking the food without asking, Granny. I shouldn’t hav-“

“All you wanted was a snack?” Granny sighed, effectively cutting off Cup’s apology. She shuffled further into the kitchen, rolling back her sleeves and setting her candlestick down on the table. “You should have said so. I would have made you something.” She began to pull out some ingredients from the pantry and set them down on the table.

“N-now see here, Mrs. Gopher,” spluttered Dice as he walked around the island table to stop the older woman. “The head physician made it VERY clear tha-“ Dice cut himself off as a wooden spatula, from stars knows where, was suddenly shoved into his face. The old gopher woman glared at the taller man, her face twisted in a scowl.

“I don’t give a flying LEAP what you or that kook Oddswell says. If that boy is hungry, then dammit he’s allowed to get something to eat.” She barked with a stomp of her cane. “Stars knows he doesn’t get enough as it is. So, if he’s up to it, then I see nothing wrong with giving him something to snack on.” Dice’s eyes narrow in a challenging glare. The two stubbornly lock into a glare contest for a few moments before granny decidedly whipped her spatula to point at a startled Cuphead.

“Cuphead! I am putting it on the record that you are allowed, at any time, to take anything from the kitchen to snack on. If anyone says otherwise then they will have to talk with ME. Understood?”

Cuphead squeaked out a small “Yes, ma’am,” before Granny went back to work cutting up some fruit and plating in a small glass bowl.

“I’ll escort him to bed, Mr. Dice. You can leave now,” she dismissed, not even looking up from the fruit she was cutting up.

Dice looked like he very much wanted to both argue and strangle her while also looking remarkably baffled. Though he mostly achieved a very constipated expression. At some point he managed to steel himself, he smoothed out the front of his deep purple tunic and straightened out his ridiculous mustache. “Very well, Mrs. Gopher,” Dice grit between his teeth. “I’ll be going, then.” He gave a small strained bow to Cuphead and a polite nod to Granny before briskly walking out the kitchen entrance.

Now that Dice was gone the kitchen was plunged into silence, the only thing breaking it was the occasional chop of Granny’s knife and the sound of footsteps down the hallway.

While Cup appreciated Granny advocating for him, he couldn’t help but still feel guilty. He shouldn’t have assumed that just because he’s the prince that it’s ok to take food. It’s not his to begin with. How could he be so stupid? And dropping the food? Now Granny won’t be able to use it in the meals she and the cooks prepare! Maybe he should try to apologize to her? Make it up to her somehow? What do people normally do in these situations?

A glass being pushed into his vision knocked him out of that thought process. Granny offered up a glass of water and a bowl of cut fruit and slices of bread in his face. Her expression was softer than the one she had when Dice was in the room, this one was kind, understanding, and slightly worried.

Cup took a hold of the offered glass and bowl softly, taking a small sip of water and began to nibble on an apple slice as Granny worked on putting the leftover food back in the pantry.

They sat in comfortable silence as Cuphead watched Granny shuffle around the kitchen, tidying up little things, wiping down countertops and making sure food was secured away for the night. He did, of course, offer to help her, but that was quickly shot down and she demanded he sit and eat his food while she cleans up a bit. So. He huffed. And he sat. And he ate. Silently.

“Best not to let what he says get to you,” Granny’s voice suddenly rang across the room at some point. When Cuphead didn’t respond she looked up from what she was doing and their eyes met. Something akin to doubt must have been in his expression, because Granny put down what she was doing and hobbled over with a very serious expression. She leaned against the counter with a sigh. “I’m sorry that man treats you the way he does. He has absolutely no right to.”

Cuphead shrugged half-heartedly as he turned his attention to pushing his snack around inside the bowl. Anything to not look at Granny’s very serious expression. “It’s not that bad,” the prince muttered softly. “He’s just trying to look out for me. I get it.”

“What he’s doing is not looking out for you,” Granny softly argued. She idly ran her fingers along the head of her cane. Feeling the groves in the old wood. “He’s being a bully. Especially to you. Don’t let him take advantage of you.”

Cuphead only gave another half-hearted shrug as he shoved some fruit in his mouth, not wanting to talk on the subject anymore. Granny sighed, slightly disappointed, as she realized that the prince didn’t want to talk. She placed a small hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze as she went back to work.

Despite what you’d think for a woman of her age, Granny finished her tasks quickly and before Cup knew it, the pair was making their way through the grounds to the Prince’s room.

They were stopped a few times by some guards on occasion, mostly them asking what the prince was doing out at the time, why Granny was with them, that sort of thing. But generally Cuphead and Granny were left alone to travel to the Prince’s room.

Cuphead, as soon as he walked into his bedroom, set the bowl and glass on the nightstand by his bed, and climbed underneath the covers of his bed. Granny shuffled to sit in her usual rocking chair that sat in the corner of the room, right next to Cuphead’s bed.

She rooted through a large wicker basket Cup kept next to the rocking chair. In it held several balls of yarn of different colors and textures and extra knitting needles. He always kept some in his room for moments like these when she decided to stay in Cup’s room.

“Are you staying here tonight?” Cup asked as he finished off his snack and water and pulled up the covers to his chin.

“Just till you fall asleep,” Granny replied simply as she quickly settled on a ball of a light bluish-gray yarn, grabbed the extra needles, and began a new project. Something for her to work on absentmindedly.

“Thanks” Cuphead responded as he tried to shift to a much more comfortable position. Granny only hummed in response as she continued to work on her little project.

Cuphead fell asleep to the sound of the chair rocking, granny’s occasional singing, and the clack of knitting needles.

So ye. That’s all I have. Hope y’all like this lil’ thing. 👍

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Top 10 Luxury Home Fragrances for a Sophisticated Ambiance

The scent of a home is as vital as its decor. A luxurious fragrance not only creates a welcoming environment but also elevates the overall aesthetic experience. The right aroma can evoke feelings of tranquility, opulence, and warmth. Below, we explore the top 10 luxury home fragrances designed to transform your space into a sophisticated haven.

1. Diptyque Baies Candle

A classic choice for anyone seeking timeless elegance, the Diptyque Baies Candle blends the freshness of blackcurrant berries with the delicate floral notes of Bulgarian roses. This luxurious candle burns evenly and fills the room with an enchanting aroma that lingers for hours. Perfect for living rooms and entryways, it’s a must-have for those who appreciate refined scents.

Why Choose Diptyque Baies?

Long-lasting burn time

Hand-poured craftsmanship

Unique combination of fruity and floral notes

2. Jo Malone Lime Basil & Mandarin Diffuser

Jo Malone is synonymous with sophistication, and their Lime Basil & Mandarin Diffuser is no exception. This fragrance balances zesty citrus with herbal basil and amber undertones, creating a fresh yet grounding scent profile. The minimalist design of the diffuser seamlessly blends with modern interiors.

Key Features:

Elegant presentation

Long-lasting diffusion

Perfect for kitchens and dining areas

3. Le Labo Santal 26 Candle

For those who adore woody and smoky aromas, the Le Labo Santal 26 Candle is an iconic choice. With notes of amber, cedar, and musk, this candle delivers a warm and sophisticated ambiance. Hand-poured and crafted in small batches, it’s a staple for luxury fragrance lovers.

Highlights:

Vegan and cruelty-free

Minimalistic and reusable glass jar

Deep, complex scent

4. Maison Francis Kurkdjian Baccarat Rouge 540 Home Spray

Baccarat Rouge 540 is a fragrance that epitomizes luxury. This home spray features a blend of jasmine, saffron, cedarwood, and ambergris, creating a mesmerizing and opulent scent. It’s perfect for sprucing up your living spaces with just a few spritzes.

Why It’s Exceptional:

Iconic fragrance in a home-friendly format

Luxurious glass bottle

Long-lasting aroma

5. Cire Trudon Ernesto Candle

Known for its heritage and craftsmanship, Cire Trudon offers the Ernesto Candle, inspired by the revolutionary Che Guevara. Its bold notes of leather, tobacco, and spices create an intoxicating scent that exudes character and elegance.

Features to Love:

Handcrafted in France

Unique historical inspiration

Perfect for masculine interiors

6. Byredo Bibliothèque Candle

Bring the charm of a vintage library into your home with Byredo’s Bibliothèque Candle. Its blend of peach, plum, violet, leather, and vanilla is both warm and inviting, making it ideal for cozy evenings.

What Sets It Apart:

Sophisticated scent profile

Long-lasting burn time

Stylish design for any decor

7. Fornasetti Profumi Flora Scented Candle

The Fornasetti Profumi Flora Candle is as much a visual masterpiece as it is an olfactory delight. With intricate floral designs on the container and notes of white rose, jasmine, and tuberose, it’s a luxurious addition to any space.

Key Benefits:

Striking ceramic vessel

Rich and complex floral fragrance

Makes a beautiful gift

8. Nest New York Moroccan Amber Reed Diffuser

The Moroccan Amber Reed Diffuser by Nest New York offers a blend of amber, sweet patchouli, heliotrope, and bergamot, delivering an exotic and comforting aroma. The diffuser’s sleek design is perfect for enhancing any room.

Highlights:

Alcohol-free formula

Continuous fragrance release

Elegant packaging

9. Acqua di Parma Buongiorno Candle

Acqua di Parma’s Buongiorno Candle is an ode to Italian mornings, combining notes of lemon, mint, and rosemary with earthy accents of cedarwood and moss. It’s a refreshing and invigorating choice for any home.

Why You’ll Love It:

High-quality natural ingredients

Clean and uplifting scent

Luxurious Italian craftsmanship

10. Trudon Abd El Kader Room Spray

Inspired by the scents of the Mediterranean, the Trudon Abd El Kader Room Spray features notes of mint, ginger, jasmine, and vanilla. It instantly transforms any space with its lively and refreshing fragrance.

Standout Features:

Premium, artisanal creation

Long-lasting and intense

Easy-to-use spray bottle

How to Choose the Perfect Luxury Home Fragrance

Selecting the right fragrance for your home depends on several factors, including:

Room Size and Function: Opt for lighter scents in small spaces and richer aromas in larger areas.

Personal Preference: Consider your preferred scent profiles, whether floral, woody, or fresh.

Occasion: Use specific fragrances to match the mood or season.

Presentation: Many luxury fragrances come in elegant packaging that complements your decor.

Final Thoughts

A luxurious home fragrance elevates your living space, adding depth and sophistication. From the timeless elegance of Diptyque to the bold character of Cire Trudon, these top-tier options cater to every taste and style. Invest in one (or several) of these luxurious scents and experience the transformative power of fragrance.