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infinite-riches · 6 months ago

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The Brightest Blue Is You

Summary: But the most blue was his eyes.

Eyes that didn’t recognize him anymore. And a smile that was hidden away behind a mask.

Or: A soulmate AU where relationship milestones "unlock" things related to your fated partner (I'll add more details for this concept in the author's notes to prevent spoiling things). Ghost is face to face with the man who is supposed to be his soulmate but everything is still ~off~.

(This piece is based off images from the MW3 Season 4 trailer)

Pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x Simon "Ghost" Riley

Word Count: 1329

Warnings: Mentions of Blood, Implied/Referenced Brainwashing, Emotional angst/comfort

A/N: AU Concept: Hitting milestones w/your soulmate "unlocks" certain things. You can't see the color of their eyes (it appears grey until you see your soulmate) at all- if their eyes are green then the grass is grey until you find that person, etc. The base notes of their scent are subdued until your first hug/cuddle. You can’t taste your soulmate’s favorite sweet until your first kiss (basing it on Cranachan [a traditional Scottish dessert of cream and fresh raspberries, bolstered by Scottish oats and whisky] for this piece).

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So… it's been a while. I hope you enjoyed this- honestly, I'm a little unsure about it. In a perfect world, I'd want it to be longer but my brain just isn't letting me get there.

And as always feel free to leave feedback/constructive criticism <3

AO3 Link (if you prefer): The Brightest Blue Is You

His legs gave out as the rubber sole of his assailant’s boot made contact with the back of his knee. Pain shot up through his body as he made contact with the street. His head was already swimming, warm blood seeping into the dark fabric of his mask, knuckles aching from the punches he had landed. His gun was long gone, lost to the fight some time ago.

The bombed-out city was a blur of twisted metal and busted concrete, orange flames reaching high into the deep blue night sky, stars just starting to shine. In any other situation, Soap would’ve commented about how beautiful the sky was.

He could hear the clink of buckles and gear as the man stood behind him. The metal felt cold as ice against the back of his head, and the sound of the gun cocking sent a chill down his spine, even despite the heat of his love behind him.

“Save you a seat, LT.”

Blue.

The color nearly knocked Ghost off his feet. It was the only color he hadn’t been able to see, until now.

That one look had changed his entire life. Something he was sure he didn’t have. Something people like him didn’t get to have, was boarding a helicopter, the promise to save him a seat still fresh on his tongue. His soulmate.

Blue.

It was everywhere and he had never known. His shirt was blue. The night sky was blue. But the most blue was his eyes.

Eyes that didn’t recognize him anymore. And a smile that was hidden away behind a mask.

“Soap-”

“Shut it.” He sounded wrong. This wasn’t his Soap. This wasn’t the man he had fought alongside for years. Not the man he would take a bullet for. His voice was harsh, his familiar Scottish accent buried away or maybe beaten out of him.

The unforgiving metal dug further into the back of his head, pushing him farther forward on his knees, the crumbling asphalt below unrelenting. “Now, where’s your captain?”

He looked like his Soap, but his Soap wouldn’t willingly work for Makarov. Not the Soap that had tried to put a bullet in Makarov’s brain. “Soap-”

The pistol came down hard against his temple, a sickening crack ringing out into the night.

The blood pouring from his arm finally slowed, Ghost making quick work of dressing the handiwork of a shadow.

He was flagging, eyes fluttering shut even as he fought the urge to sleep. Ghost could see how far the man had pushed himself to make it out alive. So Ghost gave in, pulling the man close, tucking his head below his chin, trying to memorize every detail of the moment.

Pine and fresh rain.

It was subtle. And comforting. And perfectly him.

He had never understood what people meant when they said it smelt like rain. Now it made perfect sense and he never wanted to go without again, never wanted to go back to that subdued version he lived with for so long.

“Did it for you, LT.” He wasn’t his usual chatty self, voice soft and laced with exhaustion as he buried himself in Ghost’s side.

“Did what, Johnny?” The Scot was fading fast, the modicum of security provided by Alejandro’s safehouse enough to lure the man to sleep.

“Fought for you. Lived for you…” The last words came out a whisper, barely there but enough to leave Ghost reeling.

Ghost blinked the memory away, fighting a quiet sort of sobbing that required every ounce of strength to maintain any semblance of composure. He pulled Ghost’s mask off and tossed it to the side, revealing tears streaking through dust and dirt and blood creeping down his pale skin.

“I’ve been patient with you, Lieutenant. But now my patience has run short and I want answers.” Calloused fingers pulled at messy blond locks.

Like that night after Chicago.

He had never known what raspberries tasted like before that night. Before they tumbled into a tiny hotel room, one bed between the both of them and no complaints to be found.

A few awkward moments passed until Ghost zeroed in on it- a cut right at his temple, blood still staining his skin. He fell back on his training, gently cleaning the spot with a warm rag, checking Soap over even though the medics had cleared him. He kept fussing over that cut until Soap pulled his wrist away.

“Simon-”

“Almost lost you, Johnny. You were there, on that ledge…”

“Simon, look at me.” Ghost all but snapped to attention, ready to burn down the world if Soap asked.

Warm hands slid across pale skin, up his neck, nudging the fabric of the mask higher and higher until it rested on the bridge of his nose. Pine filled his lungs as Soap leaned closer, warm breath dusting over waiting lips.

“I will never leave you.” The flavor was bright and sharp on his tongue, matching how he kissed him. So much passion and need but also, sweet. A perfect mix Ghost had never had before him.

The blue that stared back at him now seemed dull. All blue has since that day. Now, he hated blue.

The barrel of the gun was against his forehead now. The silhouette of his lover towered over him as a flash lit up the night sky behind him, illuminating the rain that had begun to fall.

If he closed his eyes he could pretend he was back at his flat, the taste of raspberries, cream, and whiskey lingering on his lips. But he couldn’t.

Whatever Makarov had done had stolen that from him. Gone was the infectious smile and bright laugh. Gone was the man he loved.

“You’ve got five seconds, Lieutenant.” His finger shifted on the trigger and Ghost’s heart was shredding itself at the sight. “5… 4… 3-”

In an instant Ghost had both hands around his arm, pushing the gun into the skin of his forehead. The movement made Soap jerk, unsteady and surprised by the sudden action.

Tears raced down his face as he held his gaze, grip strong, daring the man the pull the trigger. This wasn’t the man he loved. Not anymore. That man was gone and that left Ghost with nothing to live for.

“I haven’t lived since I held your body in my arms.” His voice cracked. “Just kill me, please, Johnny. There is no living without you.”

Thunder shook the ground as lightning lit up the sky and he could see it. Could see the moment his Johnny realized what he was doing. Blue had never seemed so bright.

Soap dropped the pistol like it had burned his skin, and clutched the offending hand to his chest. The sound of metal hitting asphalt rang in Ghost’s ears as Soap fell to his knees, sobbing and curling in on himself.

“I’m sorry- so sorry, Simon.” Over and over again, like a mantra, like it was the only thing grounding him.

“Johnny-” Ghost was instantly reaching for the man, pulling his head into his chest just like in Las Almas. He could smell the rain again.

His hands were shaking as he worked at the clasp of the mask, unlocking the vile thing and tossing it to the side.

“‘M here, love. You’re safe.” They were a tangle of limbs and tears, drenched in rain and suddenly aching for the small shared space of their flat.

“I didn’t- didn’t want to. Don’t know what he did to me-”

“It's alright, Johnny. I’ve got you.” His lips brushed against the star-shaped scar at Soap’s temple as if he could kiss it away. As if he could make up for all the pain that came after he left him in that tunnel.

“You… I-”

“Johnny, I will never leave you.” Ghost grabbed Soap’s face, pressing their lips together. It was a mix of tears and rain and raspberries. Raspberries had never tasted sweeter than in that moment.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #ghost x soap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #simon riley x john mactavish #UnFatedGhoap

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renee-writer · 2 years ago

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I Loved Her First Chapter 13 A Slight Misunderstanding

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“Sooo now that we have settled everything, well settled it as well as it will be, do you mind if I go to town to get some school items?”

“No, just be sure to drive carefully.”

“I will.” She pressed a kiss to her Papa’s cheek and gathered her papers.

Jamie dismissed his daughter and groaned as he sat down in the chair once she was gone.

He looked at Claire with a slight smirk on his face.

“So, was this type of thing normal in your time Sassenach?”

Claire sat down in his lap and kissed his lips gently.

“Not at all, there were jokes about it, but no one really thought that…” She shrugged.

“Honestly Jamie, they seem to like each other. Ian hasn’t asked to court her yet, so maybe we just let this be for now, see how it plays out.”

He said nothing for a moment and then nuzzled her neck.

“I saw them. Outside the window, the way he had his hands on her, very improper, I decided Ian bore watching. But I didna even consider Faith.”

Claire smiled and kissed his lips. “Sometimes it’s the quiet ones.

He puffed out a breath and looked at Claire, some pain in his eyes.

“I just got her back, I didna think I would lose her so soon.”

“Well, we haven’t lost her at all yet. She is not getting married next Tuesday, and Ian hasn’t even asked to court her yet. You’re not going to put a gun in his back to walk him down the aisle, are you?”

Jamie was silent for a long moment.

Claire tilted his head up. “Jamie…”

“No, no of course not.”

“Then don’t worry.” She pecked his lips gently, once twice, and then deepened it.

They were in that position when the door opened.

“So here you two are! Ye spent the night rutting like two wild beasts, no caring if the whole house heard ye! And then didna even decide to show your faces at breakfast!”

The pair broke the kiss and looked up at an irritated Jenny.

Claire rubbed her hand on her kiss swollen lips.

“Ahem, Morning Jenny.”

“Morning?! It’s nearly dinner!”

Jamie shifted his wife so he could see his sister. “Is there a reason you are shouting so Mrs. Murray?”

Jenny narrowed her gaze at him. “Very funny James. I sent Jeremiah and Brianna berry picking. Mrs. Crook wants to make Cranachan for after dinner. Faith went to town; I told her to take a companion. She said she already had one selected, but thanked me.”

Jamie stood up so fast Claire spilled out of his lap like a sack of potatoes.

“Ye did what?”

“A young woman shouldna be traveling to Inverness alone ye ken.”

Jamie didn’t even let Jenny finish the sentence, before he was running out of the Laird’s Study.

Jenny looked at Claire and helped her to her feet.

“What on Earth?”

Claire huffed out a breath. “Sit down Jenny, we have to talk.”

Faith held the reins in her hands, the horses that were harnessed to the cart were very gentle. Her Uncle Ian had selected them for her, saying that Posy and Rose would get her to Inverness just fine.

She looked over at her companion and smiled.

“Thank you for accompanying me.”

Her companion smiled sweetly. “Thank you for inviting me.”

She smiled and pressed a playful kiss to his cheek.

“You are going to be very helpful with getting supplies.”

“I don’t know if I can carry everything.”

“Well, you don’t need to really carry-”

The rest of her words were cut off by the sound of loud hoofbeats, and then a loud thump.

Faith shrieked; her companion grabbed her arm trying to steady her as she got the horses to the side of the road.

She turned around and looked in the back of the wagon, half expecting to see a mountain lion or a bear.

Instead, it was her Father.

“Daddy! What the h-heck! What are you doing?”

“I came to stop him, yer going to town. Ye could get married! I had to stop ye-”

He looked up, expecting to see Ian’s eyes on him, but it was the dark eyes of Michael.

“Michael?! You brought Michael?”

“Well, I- y-yes. I needed the size of his hands to measure the items I need to get the younger children. For the older kids I can use my own hands…I-”

Her voice trailed off as her Father got to his feet and hopped out of the wagon to fetch the Horse.

He bowed to the pair politely, got back on the Horse, and road back toward Lallybroch.

Faith said nothing for a full 10 seconds before she sighed.

“That was weird.”

Michael nodded, his eyes wide.

Faith clicked her tongue to get the horses moving.

“Well, either way we have to get to town.”

“Aye Faith.”

“So that’s the gist of it.”

Jenny stared at Claire, her mouth hanging open.

“I-”

“I know this was not what you were expecting, but as I told Jamie, we should see how this works out. They may not end up being interested in each other.”

Jenny rubbed her hands together and stood up to pace.

She looked out the window and puffed out a breath.

“I agree with you.”

Claire was surprised by this omission.

“Really?”

Jenny nodded. “Aye. Tis not common, but it has been done. And, you are right. We don’t know what they want. Shall we cross each bridge?”

Claire smiled.

“Sounds like a good plan to me.”

The pair hugged and Jenny smiled.

“If your daughter hurts my son, I will kill her.”

Claire smirked. “Same.”

#my writing #outlander fanfic #i loved her first #chapter 13 a slight misunderstanding #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom

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lifeofkaze · 3 years ago

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Selene Fraser

Sole heiress to the Scottish family of Fraser, Selene grew up hidden away from the evils of the world by her parents. She arrived at Hogwarts as a well-behaved, silent little girl, but once she broke free from her constraints, there was no stopping her desire to be free. She made it her mission to see as many wonders of the world as she could, researching dark magic and cursed objects after school, returning to her ancestral home in the Highlands with a thousand stories to tell and a secret about to change everything she knew. Who the father of her daughter is, she never told and decided never to let herself be chained down by another man ever again. Growing accustomed to her new way of living eventually, Selene poured all her energy and passion into leading the family’s Whiskey distillery to unknown greatness.

Name: Selene Elizabeth Fraser

Nicknames: Close friends refer to her as Selly, sometimes Sels

Birthday: 14th April 1881

Nationality: Scottish

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Residence:

Her parents’ townhouse in Edinburgh, Scotland

Fraser Hall, Scottish Highlands

Face Claim: Felicity Jones

PERSONAL:

Appearance:

Measures: 160 cm, 55 kg as an adult

Build: Small, wiry

Hair: Dark brown, long, she prefers to keep it unrestrained but will settle for simple (yet messily done) styles when required

Eyes: Green

Skin: Pale, wishes she had freckles

Style: Hates anything that makes her feel restricted in any sort of way, finds it thoroughly unfair men get to enjoy the comfortable clothes (and an abundance of pockets), which she rectifies as an adult running her own business

Misc: none

Character:

Positive Traits: Creative, energetic, unconventional thinker, fun, passionate, independent, competitive

Negative Traits: Loud, trouble identifying boundaries, easily bored, temperamental, stubborn

Favourite Food: Raspberry Cranachan

Favourite Drink: Raspberry juice, Fraser Whiskey Christmas blend

Interests: Quidditch, exploring, travel, poetry, duelling, astrology (badly), singing (even more badly)

Boggart: A golden stag

Patronus: Highland pony (as a child), mustang (as an adult)

Amortentia:

What she smells like: Raspberries, bell heathers, Scotch

What she smells: Oakwood, cherries, sea breeze

HOGWARTS:

House: Gryffindor

Extracurriculars: Quidditch House team (Seeker, middle of Y2 - Y7), duelling club, S.W.S.W.S. (Society for Witches in Support of Women’s Suffrage, for all the few meetings it existed)

Best Class: Defence Against the Dark Arts, Divination (awful, but her favourite)

Worst Class: Transfiguration

Third-Year Electives: Ancient Runes, Divination, Muggle Studies

CAREER:

1892 - 1899: Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry

1899 - 1906: Researching ancient magic and curses as freelance Curse-Breaker

1906 - 1966: Head of Fraser Whiskey Co.

1966 - 1998: Semi-retired, advisory function to her granddaughter and successor Lexie Jameson, publishing of her gathered research material on the Dark Arts with The Frog Prints

RELATIONSHIPS:

Family:

Gordon & Lucretia Fraser: Being kept mostly under lock and key, it took Selene’s admittance to Hogwarts to understand how stifling her parents’ upbringing had been. She doesn’t relate to their views of the world, blood purity and society, and once she’s older, she isn’t afraid to say so either. She has ensured that neither of her parents gets to have anything to do with her or her daughter Caitlin.

Angus & Elizabeth Fraser: The one condition Angus had for dismissing his son Gordon from family duties was that Selene would be sent to Fraser Hall for a set period of time each year. Selene loves her grandparents ardently. When she returns from her travels, Angus hands over the distillery and his spot as the head of the family to Selly.

Mortimer Fraser: Uncle Mortimer’s constant challenging of her parents’ ideas of morality left a deep impression on Selene. Despite both brothers loving her deeply, Mortimer was more of a father figure to Selene than her actual father ever was. He and his unconventional way of living showed her that it was alright to be uncomfortable with the values you were brought up with.

Caitlin Fraser: It took Selene a long time to accept her new life as a mother, but less than a blink of an eye to know she’d defend her daughter from anything ill coming her way until her dying breath. Unfortunately, Selene and Caitlin are very similar in terms of stubbornness and not at all in terms of ideals. They became estranged and could only slowly reconnect very late into Selene’s life.

Romantic History: Eliot Gerard (@kc-and-co)

Not sharing each and every class with her friend Ethel anymore in their sixth year was hard for Selene, but it also was a great opportunity to make new friends. One of these was Eliot Gerard. It wasn’t long until they bonded, Selene admiring his dedication to his work and dry humour and Eliot falling hard for her free and independent spirit. Their courtship was passionate but short-lived, and their subsequent break-up a chaotic mess.

It looked like their love was given a second chance when they were assigned to the same project in Egypt as Curse-Breaker and Healer, respectively. But as Selene had to learn the hard way, some things just aren’t meant to be.

Friends:

Ethel Hexley: @the-al-chemist Word in Hogwarts is that there are the twins and that sometimes, Jim Hexley is allowed to come as well. Selene and Ethel aren’t just friends or sisters - they’re part of the same loud, irritating entity with a bond so deep that nothing, not even life, can shake it.

Henry Lovecraft: One beautiful day, Selene decided Henry was her friend, and that was the decision made. She didn’t ask Henry about the matter but rather informed him about it. He tried fighting it at first but soon found giving up and tuning her out was less of a bother than arguing with her, but eventually, the loud and obnoxious Gryffindor grew on him. They became colleagues after school until the fateful assignment in Egypt. Aside from Ethel, Henry is the only living (and later non-living) person to know about the identity of Caitlin’s father.

Victoria Summer, Lottie Gallagher, Winona Rosewood: @whatwouldvalerydo @slytherindisaster @usernoneexistent The girls in her dorm are family away from home - sometimes even more so than her actual family. Selene misses them dearly during school breaks and can’t wait for late-night giggles and catch-ups with her favourite people once they all get back together.

Oliver Gerard: @kc-and-co One year her senior and captain of her Quidditch team, winding up Oli is one of Selene’s favourite pastimes - that and betting on which female member of the student body the notoriously romantic Gryffindor is going to try and woo next. Selene’s failed relationship with Oli’s brother Eliot somewhat put a temporary dent in their friendship, but that’s nothing a little time and determination can’t fix.

Reuben Willows: @that-scouse-wizard Reuben might just about be the biggest person Selene has ever met, and she won’t get tired of asking him to lift her up with one hand, despite how many times he’s already said no in the past. Once Reuben takes over the Llewelyn Dragon Sanctuary, he and Selene strike a lucrative business deal. Their dragonflame-brewed Dragon’s Breath Whiskey remains a classic to this day.

Alan, the Ferret: What started as rescuing a perfectly innocent animal from being repeatedly transformed into a feather duster soon became the most meaningful friendship (bar Ethel, of course) of Selene’s life. Alan held such a great love for Selene in his little heart that - after he met his demise at the bottom of a whiskey barrel - he returned to Fraser Hall as a ghost, where he happily haunts to this very day.

Rivals:

Fred Lavigne: @slytherindisaster Fred and Eliot Gerard were fast friends and study partners when Selene and Eliot met. Selene didn’t take kindly to having to take a backseat when it came to Eliot and his study dates with Fred, however, and even if he wasn’t the reason for their breakup, Fred at least contributed to it.

Ema McGilliguddy: @kc-and-co Selene enjoys a good challenge, and Ema certainly provides her with one. Both being top of their class in Defence Against the Dark Arts, the sheer thought of beating Ema to number one makes Selene work harder than she had ever thought possible or enjoyable.

Pets:

Alan, the Ferret: see above

Morag, the barn cat: Selene found this hissy but beautiful fellow roaming the grounds around Fraser Hall and decided to give him a permanent home. The big grey cat lived in the stables for a long time, only making his way inside the house after a long time and a big thunderstorm. Among his many descendants is Mouse, the cat belonging to Selene’s great-granddaughter Lizzie Jameson.

Isla & Mary: two magnificent highland cows gifted to Selene by her dearest Ethel (who will form a legacy of their own)

Mnemosyne: small barn owl, formerly belonging to Henry Lovecraft, adopted after his death

Helios: a tawny owl with an attitude, mostly used for business purposes

#hphl #hogwarts legacy #selene fraser #yes fraser #no she's not related to THE frasers #I just loved the name okay

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queensdivas · 5 years ago

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Garden Party. A Gwil Short

You can thank @filmslutt for that cute little moodboard you see below! I asked her to send me a request because I was super bored and then this came up! Don’t ask me how I got this from that from I think it’s sort of cute in a sense.

I hope everyone is doing okay with what’s going on in the world. Please be careful and just enjoy the fact that we live in the same Universe that the Bohrap boys live in.

Love you all and enjoy!

Masterlist

I’d say the best advantage of living on an island far up north would be the smell of the North Atlantic Ocean. The people are so friendly, the food is all home cooked and fresh, and it’s super quiet. The worst thing? When you finally head to civilization for a week to spend with your family ya meet a really great guy and now he’s wanting to bring his friends up to meet me! Not that I haven’t met them over facetime and of course I said yes because he wouldn’t stop talking about them and how great they are! I’ve also seen their instagrams, they’re definitely super close with one another!

So. I thought it would be fun if I had a garden party! I’ve busted my butt through the entire summer with the help of Gwil who kept making time out of his super busy schedule to help me with my gardening. Our Scots Bluebell turned out beautifully all around the house, of course the thistles turned out gorgeous. The bellheathers turned a bright purple, my jacobite roses bloomed of course, and finally my dwarf cornel though taking a little longer than usual, turned out great!

Alright it’s 1:10 and Gwil just told me he just picked them up from the airport. He said there’s going to be a total of eight people he’s bringing tonight. Luckily I’ve got enough room in my big old house to fit everyone. The last ferry usually leaves around eight and driving here around night isn’t always the best. I’ve got plenty of bunkbeds and single beds.

For an appetizer I’m starting with Partan Bree (which is crab bisque), then two main cuisines of Bangers and Mash along with the second cuisine of course mini scottish pies. And for dessert it’s Cranachan!

One knock came from the back door as it opened for my friend to come and give me a hand with the cooking. You think I would do this all by myself? Of course not. Look, I love multitasking, but when it comes to cooking I’d like to make sure everything is cooked well.

“How much time do we have Maisy?” Bonnie asked as she carried in some of the groceries I asked her to buy. Of course I invited my best friend. Though he’s met her multiple times when he drove up here, just didn’t want to be alone when they all come up here.

“Inverness Airport is where everyone is meeting so we got about five hours. I have to start taking apart the crab if you want to start getting the mash ready.” Bonnie nodded as she walked behind the counter.

“So who's all coming to this party?” Bonnie asked as I started cutting the skin off the crab.

“Gwil of course. Joe, Ben and his girl sadly can’t remember her name. Rami and Lucy, and another couple Allen and his wife Jessica.” Finishing the first crap as I moved onto the next one.

“Holy Hell. Didn’t realize you were feeding’ the masses today!” Bonnie laughed as she began peeling the potatoes.

“Neither did I until a few days ago when he told me they were out and about. But oh well.” I laughed as I stopped peeling for a second to turn on the TV.

“What are we feeling Bonnie?” I asked her as I scrolled down to the apps.

“Have you watched Rosemary's baby?” For some odd reason whenever Bonnie and I cook, we just love watching scary movies. Don’t ask me why because we just do!

“I’ve heard it’s freaky so yes. Hulu?”

“Netflix.” I nodded as I opened netflix then got the movie started.

I finished peeling the last crab as the pile of crab meat was sitting there ready to become some delicious bisque. We started watching the movie while beginning to cut up the crab shells. Bonnie and I kept stopping once every few minutes to watch the movie because it’s just so bizzare. Who names their kid Guy? Imagine growing up with your first name being Guy! No offense to those named Guy, but what a poor kid!

“From the way Guy’s attitude. She blames it on being an actor, but I think that’s just him being an ass hole.” I pointed out as I placed the crab skins apart of the meat to start cutting them apart.

“So not ALL actors are self entiled ass holes?”

“Cheeky bitch.” I tossed a piece of crab skin at her as she darted a piece of skinned potato at me.

“Gwil is much calmer and knows how the industry works. Oh my god her hair!” I got distracted at how big the top of random chicks hair was! It’s all shoved on top!

“It looks like a popcorn kernel! Oh she’s dead..” We both stopped to start watching again as the old couple came into the scene. They’re like the old version of Barbie and Ken with the amount of pink they were wearing! My phone ringing broke my train of thought as I put down the knife. Why is Gwil trying to facetime me if he’s driving? I placed my phone against the mixing bowl and answered the call.

“Is that crab?” He asked as I held the crab's dead claw in front of the camera.

“Why are you holding a crabs claw? Oh my god does Gwil enjoy nipple clamps? Ben owes me money if this is true!” Joe chimed in as I smirked at the camera. When Gwil and Joe were in the Swiss Alps in that golf tournament, he facetimed me during the golf tournament with them driving around the golf course, while singing Material Girl. It Was a sight.

“No he isn’t into nipple clamps Joe.” I heard him groan as he aimed the phone over to Gwil who was trying to focus on driving, but kept looking out of the corner of his eye towards the phone.

“What’s for dinner?” He asked as I went back to cutting up the crab skin.

“For as many people you’re dragging up here, we’re having Partan Bree, Bangers and Mash, Mini Pies, and for dessert you’ll be eating Cranachan!” I smiled as I heard a bunch of moaning for food in his car.

“Gwil when were you going to tell us she was going to fatten us up!” Lucy giggled as I kept smiling at Gwil.

“You guys just left the airport?” I asked them as I finished cutting the skin.

“Yeah we should be up there in about four hours Maisy. Miss you biscuit.” He started to blush as everyone in the car was beginning to awww and chuckle.

“Miss you too marmalade . Don’t worry I won't embarrass you in front of your friends quite yet. Until you get up here at least. Now let me cook so I can feed everyone!” I told him as he looked away from the road for a second.

“Okay Maisy. Love you.”

“Love you to Gwil. Drive safely please!” I sent him a kiss but I heard a certain someone scoff.

“Wow you’re not gonna say goodbye to me?” The camera turned to Joe as he was making a very large pouty face.

“Sorry Joe. Goodbye Joe and please make sure my marmalade drives safety.”

“Much better. Bye Maisy!” Joe waved as he hung up the phone as I got back to it.

“Biscuit? Marmalade? Where the hell do you guys come up with this stuff?” She asked as I shook my head.

“Super long story. Sort of what happened when we went to that castle in Tain with biscuits and marmalade. Long but funny.” Bonnie nodded as I got a picture from Gwil. It was a self with everyone in the car. Bonnie looked over at Joe and smiled.

“That Joe guy is kind of cute.” Bonnie commented as she finished peeling all the potatoes.

“Maybe he’s single.” I commented as I placed the shells into the oven.

*Four Hours Later*

Bonnie brought out the last chair from the house as I flung the pure white embroidered tablecloth onto the long table. I want to make sure everyone has some space to eat and relax because it gets a little nipply here at nights, being up here on Orkney Island kind of comes with the package. But I love it up here!

I walked over to the small shed with my boxes full of packed fairy lights so I could hang around the tree branches. We dragged the old dining room table out of the house and put it under the tree. Luckily we’ve got a warm evening with our usual nice breeze.

“Hey Bonnie! Can you double check the pies for me?” I asked her as I grabbed one of the chairs to stand up on to hang the lights.

“Maisy! Do we want music playing in the background for tonight?” Reaching up to wrap the first strand on the closest branch.

“Ummm. Throw on my Harmonium record would ya?” Weird yes. But their music is just so relaxing and perfect for some really good cleaning and cooking music. For the record the movie took a really dark turn real quick and was so weird. But I would definitely watch it again because it went from oh shit to HOLY SHIT! In a span of twenty minutes!

“Reach you!” I had to balance myself on one foot as I got the strand on the tiny little branch.

“Gotcha!” I cheered as I kept going with the rest of the lights.

“MAISY!” She screamed from the kitchen as she hung up the next part of the strand.

“WHAT!”

“WHAT WINE DO WE WANT?” Wine? WINE!? YOU DON’T HAVE WINE WITH SAUSAGE AND MASH!

“Bonnie! You know better than that! We have all throughout the entire dinner! I got a few bottles in the cellar of that 90 Shilling down there. But just in case they want wine, grab a bottle of Gavi Di Gavi that I have down there, I think it’s been aged for a little while so it should go good with the Bartan Bree at least.” She turned around to go back inside, but then turned back around to stand in the doorway.

“Pies are almost done, the soup is hot and ready, also they’re here.” Okay good pies are ready AND GWILS HERE!? SHIT! I climbed down from the chair as I fixed my necklace and let my hair down from my clip.

I began walking towards the side gate but stopped at the back porch to flip on the backyard lights. The fairy lights I hung from the tree lit the table nicely along with the candles that are soon to be lit. I took one last glance down at myself to see that my floral dress was laying nicely, booties were tied and my necklace was fixed.

Alright. Here we go!

Opening the side gate as I heard all of them talking amongst each other as they were walking up to the front door. Gwil looked absolutely stunning in his dark green button up, black pants, oh and those dark brown loafers. A beautiful snack! They were walking up to the front door as I walked all the way around front.

“Well well well. Look at this merry band coming onto my porch.” They all turned towards me as Gwil smiled. He walked down from the front porch to scoop me up in his arms to do a quick spin. Then a quick peck as it’s rude to kiss multiple times in front of your guest.

“And these are for you?” He stuck a small bouquet of lilies and lavenders.

“Thank you biscuit.” One quick peck as he placed his arm around my shoulder as we began walking towards the crowd.

“Those who haven’t had the chance to meet her. This is Maisy Kerr. You already know Joe of course.” I smiled as Joe walked over to give me a quick hug.

“I know I should be all nice and not rude, but where is your bathroom?” He was trying not to do a pee dance as I also tried not to laugh.

“Upstairs, second door on the left.”

“Oh my god thank you!” He rushed inside as I motioned for everyone else to follow inside. Gwil stopped for a moment to sneak in a few more kisses which made me giggle.

“I’ve missed you so much Maisy! I hope you don’t mind, after I drive them back down to the airport if I stay with you for a few days? London and Bristol have gotten a little old without you and this place is just relaxing.” Not being sarcastic at all, but I love it when he just comes up and stays.

“You can literally come over whenever you feel like honey. We’ll talk about it after dinner, and have to go meet everyone.” I placed a soft peck on his cheek then walked past him, but then gave his butt a little slap. God I love that tooshie.

Everyone was standing around the hallway as we walked in then shutting the door.

“Shoes on our off?” One of them asked as I locked the door.

“Either or. We’ll be eating outside this evening and having a bonfire, so I would leave them on.” How can you not have an outdoor dinner without a bonfire. Wouldn’t make much sense if we didn’t have one.

“Maisy this is a lovely home. I’m Lucy by the way.” Oh my god she’s an adorable woman holy crap!

“Lovely to meet you Lucy and thank you. Has been with my family for generations.” Everyone made it outside as Bonnie was tossing a bunch of kindling wood into the fire pit.

“Aye welcome! The name Bonnie! Hi Gwil!” She waved as Gwil waved back.

“Please make yourself comfortable and I’ll start bringing out the food in a few moments.” I turned back into the house as Bonnie scurried over to help me. Which then Gwil decided to come inside and join us.

“How have ya been Gwil.” She got into the fridge to pull out a few bottles of the yale and wine.

“Oh fine Bonnie. Just been busy with work.” He told her as I gave the bisque one last stir as I heard Joe coming down the stairs. He stopped in the doorway to look at Bonnie for a quick second.

“Bonnie this is Joe Mazzello. Joe, this is Bonnie Geddes.” They approached each other and shook each other's hand.

“Mind giving me a hand Gwil.” I pointed to where the bowls were as he began pulling them out.

“Bonnie, would you mind taking the wine and ale outside. Also light the candles please?” Bonnie snapped away from Joe as she started to take them outside. Joe of course helped her due to the fact that he was already hooked on her.

“Well that was quick.” He commented as we both high fived each other. I began pouring the bisque into the bowl as he took the ones with the full ones outside.

I grabbed the last two bowls as everyone was sitting already and opened the wine and ale. There were two empty chairs that sat across from Bonnie and Joe, Ben was sitting next to her and his girlfriend. Allen sat on the end of the table with his wife on his left, then Rami sitting next to his wife, and Lucy sitting by the empty chair.

I placed Gwils and bowls at the table. He grabbed his from my hand as I sat down in my chair. Pulling my chair in as everyone was continuing to talk.

“Ben, that's nasty.” Lucy told Ben as he was finishing his cigarette.

“Just a hobby Lucy. I don’t do it every day, just every other other day.” He put out the cigarette as he wrapped his arm around his lady friend.

“Ah Maisy this is Ben and his gal pal Olivia Cooke.” She smiled as I waved over to her.

“Oh and that’s Allen and his wife Jessica. And of course Rami and Lucy down at the end.”

“Please dig in everyone.” I stood up as I began unscrewing the cork off the wine bottle. It’s a little stuck! Crap!

“Gwil hold the bottle.” I asked him as he held the base of the bottle as I tried to pull the cork off.

“It’s not wanting to come out!” I laughed as I kept trying to pull. I finally got it to pop and the cork flew across the lawn.

“Perfect.”

“So tell me Maisy. What exactly do you do?” Rami asked as I began filling up my glass.

“I own the Wetdrumstick Pub here on Finstown and then a pub called Misty Maid in Kirkwall. Well to be fair it’s been in my family for the longest of times, now I just took them over until the next person comes along.” I told Rami as I passed the bottle to Gwil then sitting back down.

“And I’m just gonna assume that you are all actors along with Gwil here?” Bonnie asked as I took a sip of my wine. They all laughed at each other as I shrugged to Bonnie.

“And what about you Bonnie?” Joe looked to Bonnie as she took a drink of her ale.

“A fisherman..er women. Following the dreams of a Scottslady.” She laughed as Joe nodded his head.

“Maisy this bisque is delicious! What recipe is this?” Jessica asked as I put down my spoon.

“I’ll have to find it somewhere or write it down for ya.”

“Does this have milk in it?”” Joe asked as I nodded. He leaned back in his chair as Bonnie looked at him in confusion.

“Allergic to dairy?” Bonnie asked him as they began their conversation. I turned to Gwil as he had my arm wrapped around my chair.

“You shaved? Why?” I just realized he didn’t have that gorgeous stubble. Not that he doesn’t look handsome without it cause my god. But it’s always good to add a little extra garlic powder to your spaghetti sauce.

“It was for the show because apparently Russian men didn’t have facial hair besides the really crazy ones.” Fair enough.

“Hey listen since you’re staying here for a few days. Would you mind if we went into Thurso and stopped by my favorite bakery? I’ve been craving some of Mr. Monks Bahulu?”

“Of course. Not checking into the pubs?”

“I will before we head into Thurso. Only if you don’t mind...biscuit.” He grabbed my right hand to give it a soft kiss.

“Not at all. Anytime with you is perfect.” We chowed down on the bisque then onto the sausage and mash, then the mini pies. Everyone was reminiscing on old jobs, catching up, and even future productions. I think it’s pretty cool that Rami is playing a Bond villain in the next big Bond movie. Is there a new bond or no? Or is it that one dude, I haven’t been to the movies in a while so I’m not sure whose who anymore.

“Who's ready for dessert. And does anyone want coffee or tea?” I think I officially stuffed their faces and stomachs nicely.

“Coffee for me Lucy?” Rami asked as she took a sip of her wine.

“Coffee please.”

“Two coffees.” Allen added as I looked over at Bonnie and Joe.

“So probably just a bunch of coffee then.” They were off in their own world anyhow.

Gwil and I walked inside the house as I reached into the fridge to pull out the dessert. He looked underneath the foil as I slid over and hid it from him.

“Help me with the coffee and you’ll get a nice slice for yourself.” I told him as I grabbed my shredded coffee beans to start making the coffee. Gwil snuck up behind me as he wrapped himself around the back of me. His lips began pecking the side of my neck as I began giggling a little bit.

“Gwil...hehe..Stop. You’re distracting me.” His lips stopped traveling along my neck as I spun around to face him. A large smile was on his face as I placed my hands on his cheeks, then squishing them together.

“You come up here so much you might as well just move in.” I told him with his cheeks still pushed together. He mumbled something as I let go to work on the coffee. I should have enough mugs for everyone, should probably pop onto Etsy and get some more if I can.

“So is that a no?” Ten cups of coffee? That should do it.

“What’s a no? Did you not want coffee cause I have plenty of tea.” I began filling the coffee pot with the hot water as

“What if I moved in here with you? I know it would be a hassle for work at first and I would be in London or a few days out of the week. But what if I did move in with you?” The hot water began spilling over the pot as I almost dropped it in the sink. Move in? Wait what? What? WHAT!? Move in? Who on earth would want to move in with me? I live so far up north! It’s a super damp winter! No one wants to live in a super damp winter!

“I’ll take your silence as a no. Too soon I guess.” Well it’s a super damp winter and I’m only available in certain times because I have two pubs to run and barely have the time to see him or anything. Wait he’s an actor! We hardly see each other in the first place because he’s busy traveling the world already!

“I’ll get a key made for ya as soon as I..Gwil?” When I turned around, he was already outside with the dessert with him. Ah crap! I walked out into the doorway as everyone was digging into the dessert. His head popped up with a little disappointment as I shot him a smile. Should be able to get it made in a few days or so, with him staying there it should be rather easy to give him a copy of the key. Not that I ever lock my door because everyone knows not to come on my property.

“Coffee will be out in just a few moments everyone.”

I think living with him would be rather fun.

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whiskynottea · 6 years ago

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Not Yet

For Gotham’s Writing Workshop, Week 19

This started as a one-shot on depression, but I feel drawn to this universe and decided to continue it.

Your beautiful responses to this story mean the world to me. Truly, thank you.

On AO3, under the title Death Dreams.

Previously Help Me. Wide Awake

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Claire walked into their bedroom, purse in hand, to find Jamie sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out of the window.

“Ready, love?” she asked in a quiet voice, moving to sit next to him. Her hand found his, lying rigid on his thigh, and she intertwined her fingers with his long ones.

This used to happen instantly, before. He used to reach for her.

Claire pushed the thoughts away and pressed herself closer to his side, placing a soft kiss on his freshly shaved cheek.

She hadn’t seen him shaved in weeks.

Jamie didn’t move. “Do you want to cancel it? We can tell them I had an emergency at the hospital and we can’t make it.”

“No, Sassenach.” Jamie took his eyes from the sky’s endless blue to find the grounding, earthly brown of her irises. He exhaled loudly, the air that left his lungs swirling around her curls. “I’m ready,” he announced, and a strained smile appeared on his lips. Claire nodded and kissed his effort, as they both braced themselves for the day.

It was the first family meal since Jamie was diagnosed with depression. Jenny, Ian and Murtagh knew about it already - it was impossible not to know, with Jamie’s change over the past months. The rest of the family though, didn’t. Claire had spent more than an hour on the phone sharing helpful information with Jenny so that they could all help Jamie once he got there. The two of them wavered between telling everyone about the new situation beforehand, or letting the day roll naturally, as it would. At last, they decided that it might be better for Jamie if he didn’t feel all eyes fixed on him and checking every reaction, everybody focusing on what he’d say and how he’d move.

Claire had told him -- repeatedly -- that he had nothing to prove. Up until that moment, they were just the two of them. They fought together, side by side. Claire came to know that all it needed was one wrong word or gesture, and the feelings of uselessness would come back, stronger than before. Jamie would withdraw or get angry in a matter of seconds. The medication didn’t help much on that matter, making him be easily irritated, but Claire hadn’t mentioned that to Jenny. She had -- stupidly -- felt that she’d betray him if she told Jenny about Jamie’s outbursts. He’d chosen to share his struggles with her, and only her.

It might be a good day, anyway. He might find some peace in the Highlands, among those who loved him.

Now, sitting next to him on the bed, seeing him freshly shaved and dressed in something different than his favorite sweatpants, Claire knew that he wanted to make this right.

Jamie’s mood got better while driving North, the Scottish landscape he loved flooding his senses; the hills, the lochs, the meadows. Freedom. Claire felt guilty of not being able to take some days off before, just to drive away from the city. It was never easy for her to leave the hospital, but with all responsibilities falling on her shoulders during the last months it became almost impossible.

Her heart fluttered in her chest when she heard Jamie murmuring the lyrics of the song playing on the radio. She sang along, timidly and without looking at him, not to add any pressure on him to continue for her sake.

And he continued. For his sake.

Further on during their trip, Jamie grasped her hand as it lay on the gear stick, keeping his strong fingers between hers for the rest of their journey.

It was a good day.

Their arrival at Lallybroch filled both their hearts with love.

Jamie got finally pulled into a tight hug from his sister -- who kept all tell-tale tears well hidden inside, talked about football with his best friend -- who never mentioned any recently played game because he knew Jamie had missed them all and played with his nephew -- who had no idea of the monster eating his uncle’s soul as he run around the yard with Jamie on his heeld, chasing him.

It was a great day.

Claire felt herself relax in the parlor’s armchair, her gaze fixed on the bookshelf across from her. Closing her eyes, she could almost see Jamie smiling as he talked to her about his love for literature, back on that first day he’d brought her to Lallybroch.

She shouldn’t be ungrateful. She had seen his smile today, more times than in the whole last month.

It was one of the best days.

Murtagh, Angus and Rupert arrived at the manor house soon after Jamie and Claire. Claire tensed hearing their voices and walked outside the parlor, praying that everything would be alright. She heard Rupert’s laughter and her eyes searched for Jamie, sudden anxiety straining her breathing. Jamie was there, between family. He wasn’t laughing, but he was part of the conversation, with lips curled up.

Relief.

Dougal, Colum, Letitia and Glenna arrived an hour later, just before lunch.

Everybody sat around the heavy Sheesham wood dining table, the big house alive with boisterous laughter and loud voices.

Claire had missed the vivacity of their house in Edinburgh, as it was before. When she used to go home from work to find Jamie cooking with loud music, singing off tone. She missed that; she missed him. Now their house was always quiet and Jamie was usually sleeping - no matter the hour. The doctor said they might need to change the medication if he continued sleeping for so many hours.

But she shouldn't complain. He was fighting. He still did yoga with her, although on certain days Claire needed to practice her persuasion skills much more to get him on the mat. He stopped keeping a safe distance from his desk, as if it would attack him, and started writing his thoughts. With every letter pressed on the keyboard, the fears became fainter, losing their power over him. He still couldn’t write stories, but he stopped demonizing his laptop. He was getting better.

It was while eating Jenny’s raspberry cranachan that Dougal mentioned Jamie’s quietness and asked him what he was currently writing.

“Nothing, at the moment,” Jamie replied, slightly shrinking in his chair.

No one noticed. No one, apart from Claire, who wished he’d sit next to her and not across the table. Damn you, Jenny with your savoir vivre. She saw the attack of worthlessness coming with force, and she felt chained in her chair, unable to prevent it. Unable to stand between Jamie and the monster.

“Ye shouldna get cocky because yer a published author, Jamie,” Dougal continued. “Men get their arses to work. As if being a writer isna enough, now ye dinna even do that.”

“Jamie knows better than you and me when it’s time to write, Dougal.” Claire’s voice was sharper than normal, but there was nothing that could be done to change it.

“Do ye think so, lass?” Dougal raised his eyebrows, challenging her. “Do ye think his parents would be proud of him, staying at home all day long wi’ a lass feeding him?”

Claire closed her eyes, afraid to see the effect of Dougal’s words on Jamie. It was only a moment before she opened them again and searched for his blue stare in panic. Jamie was pale, eyes fixed on the white tablecloth, avoiding everyone. She’d lost him. She shouldn’t close her eyes, she should never leave doubt creep between them.

“Ye’re right, uncle,” Jamie said and rose slowly, leaving the table and heading to the front door with big strides.

Everybody stood stunned around the table, their breaths the only sound that could be heard in the large dining room. Claire tried to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat and looked at Jenny, only to find wide dark brown eyes full of fear.

“What’s wrong wi’ the lad?” Glenna broke the silence with a frown curved on her face.

“Jamie suffers from depression,” Claire announced, pushing her chair back to go find him.

“He does?” Dougal asked. “Go tell the lad to cheer up, Claire,” he suggested shaking his head in disapproval, but Claire had no time to tell him to put his ignorance up his arse. She left it to Jenny, who -- once she found her composure again -- started on a speech about depression and the seriousness of the disease. She had memorized everything Claire had sent her to read.

Claire found Jamie in Jenny’s herb garden.

“Love,” she whispered and the wind mingled her voice with the scent of lavender and rosemary, making it soft and ethereal.

Jamie shook his head, silently pushing her away. He didn’t want her there.

‘Not again. Not because of Dougal’, Claire thought.

“He has no idea, Jamie. All the things he said…” Claire felt her anger rising. “This is utter bullshit.”

“No it’s not. There is no reason for ye to stay with me, Claire,” he said, resigned, his unwavering cold voice scaring her.

“What are you talking about?”

“I give ye nothing.”

“So is this what you think? That I married you for your money? For your name? For your career?” Claire grabbed him but both arms, to make him look at her.

“It’s not only the money. I have nothing to give ye, Claire. I’m empty.”

“Listen to me, Jamie Fraser. You have given me the world, and you’re more than I will ever need. I love you.” Her voice rose in despair, her eyes wild, trying to make him see the truth.

“I don’t deserve your love,” he said, escaping her hands.

“Don’t you dare take yourself away from me, Jamie. DON’T YOU DARE!” Claire shouted, breaking into tears, her hands desperately grasping the fabric of his shirt, trying to bring him back to her.

Jamie turned around, surprised at her outburst. He enfolded her in his arms and held her as tight as he could, providing her with the only thing he still had.

He loved her, more than anything else. But that didn’t make him enough.

Two arms were never enough to keep a person happy.

There would come a time, when Jamie would believe in his heart again. When he would fight the despair, making all days good days.

But this time hadn’t come.

Not yet.

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mamabear-elinor · 2 years ago

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SwynWriMo Day Ten – Love is Stored in the Garlic

Elinor’s Recipe Book

Write about 10 significant meals that your character has had in their lives.

Lady Elinor DunBroch had a whole host of cooks that worked during the day, making dishes for tourists that came through and who helped with special events and holidays, but that did not mean she did not herself cook. She liked to get her hands in a bit of dough or wrestle with a meat casing. She could skin an animal as good as the hunters, possibly even better, because she always took her time when she cooked. For the most part, she let the cooks go about their business, she had hired them because they were good, but there were certain holidays and dishes that Elinor always oversaw: or made herself.

Hogmanay -- January 1st Shortbread and Black Buns

It’s said that to have good luck on the New Year, the first foot into the house should be a dark, handsome man carrying shortbread, coal, salt, a black bun, and whiskey. It is always an argument, who the dark and handsome man should be, but Fergus usually wins. He cracks off the top of the whiskey and guzzles it down as soon as his boot hits the threshold. The whole family laughs and cheers and toasts to a good year, before they open gifts and send the children off to bed.

Burns Night -- January 25th Haggis with Neeps and Tatties

One of Elinor’s favourites: Burns Night. The children complain about the Haggis, but once they’re old enough, Elinor allows Harris to recite the Address to Haggis and he doesn’t complain so much. The first year he does it, he says it quietly, reading from the page that Elinor has printed out for him. By the time he’s twelve, he’s bullied into getting up on a chair, pink in the face from a bit of whiskey, and recites it from memory, voice echoing through the halls over the sound of the bagpipes:

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o the puddin'-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy o' a grace As lang's my arm. [rest of the poem]

Merida’s Birthday -- March 26th Full Scottish Breakfast

Elinor gets up early to make Merida’s breakfast on her birthday. When Merida is little, she only makes half, because Merida won’t eat it all…too impatient to get out and start her day. As she gets older, she cleans her plate and licks it for good measure, much to Elinor’s displeasure (but secret satisfaction.) Merida grows up and stops loving the gifts that Elinor gives her and Elinor eventually simply gives up, but every year, she wakes up early on that wonderful day in late March to the sound of crossbills and rain and makes a full Scottish breakfast.

Raspberry Harvesting -- Summer Solstice Cranachan

When Elinor makes cranachan, her fingers are always stained from being out in the fields, picking raspberries. The glens and hills surrounding the castle are weighed down with them, dotting the landscape in red. All through the spring, she has watched them grow; waiting, scolding the children when they come home with red mouths and red fingers, too eager to wait for the berries to ripen. The children get a little bit of whiskey in their pudding and lay out in the early summer sun—red from hair to cheeks to fingers—grinning and full.

Martinmas -- November 11th Black Pudding and Almond Horseshoe Cakes

According to legend: St. Martin comes in the winter, riding a white horse. A time to begin battening the hatches for winter, the making of Martinmas dinner is one of quiet reflection for Elinor, as she takes stock and says goodbye to her lovely gardens until spring again. It can only be so sad, though, because she has a warm fire in the hearth and a warm man in her bed, and four children that never let her rest, couped up in the castle.

Christmas -- December 25th Christmas Cake

Christmas is quite the affair at Cawdor Castle. They invite the whole town, old wooden tables line the Great Hall, and the feast takes days to prepare. The cooks and kitchemaids bustle back and forth. There is always some disaster: whether it is the triplets stealing pastries before they can be served, the lights on the fourteen foot Christmas tree in the foyer, or someone letting in the hounds through the back door to eat the Christmas ham (it has happened more than once…) but through it all, one thing can always be counted on: Elinor’s famous Christmas Cake, a Briar specialty passed down through the generations…on Boxing Day, she makes one special for all the employees who have worked so hard the previous night.

Cawdor Candies -- Year Round Traditional Scottish Tablets (Cookies)

There is a little tourist shoppe attached to the Castle. It sells t-shirts and tote bags, mementos for those voyaging to them to take back. All the children spend a whirl working it during the busy seasons and even Fergus eventually learned how to use the cash register—though, he is hopeless at counting change. By far the best seller are the Scottish tablets that Elinor makes special with a little whiskey and cinnamon, sometimes, in the summer months, she adds dried raspberries too. You (the triplets) can always find a tin hidden away with a few tablets in them, Elinor’s personal stash.

Also, these recipe cards were inspired by my grandmother’s that I was given when I was up in Ohio...

#swynwrimo #swynwrimo2022 #swynwrimotina #swynwrimotina2022 #headcanons #idk what else to tag this as #self para #not really ??#this took way too fucking long

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 2 years ago

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[A/N:I just really wanted to fo this, that's it]

Touch: Drew loves the feeling of silk, and rough textures(like rocks, tree wood, metal, stuff like that]. Can't stand uneven textures, or sandpaper, or loss hair(like strands of hair). Drew won't touch dust, or mushrooms. He REALLY enjoys touching water(even though he can't swim) and sand. He's sensitive to really fluffy things

Taste:Drew's favorite flavor is probably strawberrys, chocolate, almonds, and tomatoes. His least favorite flavor is brussel sprouts. Drew wants to try Japanese pancakes and Cranachan. Drew can't stand the taste of mushrooms and actually pukes, pepperoni is another thing he hates. Drew prefers more of a strong taste in thing.

Sight: Can't stand to look at a hurt animal or anyone he knows (that's close to him) cry or in pain. Drew enjoys looking at nature, especially when he's on top of a high place (like building or Mountain). No he is not sensitive to bright lights, but I'd sensitive to white dresss(especially if it has red designs). Drew prefers the dark.

Hearing:Drew is sensitive to crying, yelling, and complete silence. Likes the sound of Tanakas moms voice, and rain. Hates the sound of water splashing. Will go crazy in thr silence.

Smell: Drew loves the smell of pine trees, soy sauce, vanilla, and food. He is sensitive to strong smells. Can't tolerate bad smells and will how his breath until he leaves the area of bad smells. Yes he wants to smell his best but usually smells like paint, and citrusy(like oranges, I just don't know if I spelled that right). Drew wants to smell like a pirate, so like a ship, the ocean, wood.

Temperature:Drew prefers cold over hot. Cool. He does get cold and hot easily. Can't stand hot temperatures, but surprisingly can stand cold temperatures.

Stimmy: I actually don't know what they mean by stimmy so just in case I'm not gonna do this one.

[A/n:so this is for my oc Drew, aka Green pomodorua guy or if it's easier to remember, Jaz I changed his name from Jaz to drew both Jazs are now Drews. I hope you enjoyed or learned more about my oc]

Characteristics to consider: sensory

Touch: What textures does this character enjoy? What do they dislike? Are there special reasons for either? What would they refuse to touch under any circumstance? What do they really enjoy touching? Are they sensitive to touch?

Taste: Do they have favorite flavors? Least favorite? What do they want to taste but haven't gotten to? How do they react to different flavors? Do they prefer strong or mild flavors?

Sight: Is there something they can't bear to look at? What do they enjoy looking at? Are they sensitive to light or bright colors? Flashing? Do they prefer darkness or light?

Hearing: Are they sensitive to noise? Any noise in specific? What sounds do they like? Or hate? How do they feel about silence?

Smell: Any scents they like? Any they hate? Are they sensitive to strong smells? How well do they tolerate bad smells? Do they like to fragrance themself? Is there a specific way they want to smell?

Temperature: Do they prefer cold or hot? Cool or warm? Do they get cold or hot easily? How well do they tolerate extreme temperatures?

(Bonus) Stimmy: Do they seek out any sensory experiences for the sake of it? Do they use any sensory experiences for self regulation? Do they prefer to sit still or to keep moving or active somehow? Anything else noteworthy about your character's sensory experiences?

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threeforfriday · 3 years ago

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Scotland: Day Six (Release the Cranachan)

Prior to the pandemic, with rare exceptions, we tended to go on holiday at least once a year, and the main holiday each year tended to be in the United States. This sort of happened by accident, as many things do: we always wanted to visit New York; then we got married there, then other US cities and states started to line up and suggest themselves to us. We’d never wanted to go to LA and I had never been keen on the idea of Vegas, but even those rubicons were crossed in time. Our concerns about havens for fakery and the super rich, and dens of gambling and misogyny, turned out… not to be inaccurate, but not to tell the whole story. You could spend weeks in Los Angeles and not encounter fakeness and glamour and Hollywood, unless you wanted to. We engaged with Hollywood, but on our terms.

There’s still America unvisited, of course. There are a lot of these states united, some of them more remote than others, some less appealing than others. I don’t know that we’ll get to all of them (once this covid situation has resolved itself to the point that we are allowed to and are comfortable in visiting the States again) but there’s definitely more that we’ll knock off the list. But first there’ll be a number of cities we need to revisit.

But we’re not in New York or Las Vegas or even Poughkeepsie or Schenectady. Tonight we find ourselves in Pitlochry, Perth, in the shadow of the Cairngorms (and, as I found out earlier tonight, about 30 miles and 50 minutes from the town where one of my nans was born). It’s beautiful but the problem is, I keep thinking I’m in America.

It was gradual at first. Every now and then I’d catch myself thinking that something of the landscape reminded me of there. Something of the trees, something of the road, something of the journey. More than a little of it is my experience of driving in America (we’re always driving in the States; well, unless you’re in New York City, you’d have to be a masochist to do that. The streets and avenues and one-ways unlock and click around into new formations each night, like the metropolis in Dark City or the massive death trap in Cube. Miss one in a dozen signs visible for a few seconds and you find yourself inexorably heading for the Holland Tunnel). In America, driving long distances is a lot easier. The sidewalks in NYC may have been built for giants but the freeways were built for us, and they are always entertaining. There is always something to see, some variation to lock your eyes onto, a roadside attraction promised for hundreds of miles before hilariously failing to deliver.

But England. Oh England. All our motorways are uniform, and uniformly depressing, dangerously dull. Driving at night in particular is like staring too long down the corridor of a hospital. Sterile and sickly. Stare too long and the motorway has you. A reservation booked at the central reservation, or hitting the hard shoulder hard, and then you’re in Accident and Emergency for real, not just an endless snake that reminds you of it.

But Scotland. Ah, Scotland! At least this part of it. Endlessly entertaining, eternally beautiful. Don’t get me wrong, stare at anything long enough and you can fall asleep. Gaze at Michaelangelo’s David for a few days on end and you’d be ready to claw your own eyes out. But here it takes a lot longer before that happens and I find myself having to yell for a horror podcast or stop to stretch my legs.

More and more it keeps being a surprise to be on the correct side of the road. At this point, if NPR came on the radio I don’t think I’d be in the least bit surprised.

I am left to conclude that there is a parallel universe in which Liz and I am on a road trip in the Pacific North West, and it’s happening at exactly the same time as this trip. Earlier today I was damn near convinced that we should stop at a diner for a root beer and a patty melt. You don’t get those here, but I can sort you out with haggis bon-bon and a Cranachan if you like.

#skye pitlochry PNW

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buckyscrystalqueen · 7 years ago

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Seven Times Great: Part 4

Pairings: John Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, smut, fluff

Word Count: 4,668

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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“So, I’ve brought cherry pie for Dean, cranachan for Sam, Crowley & John and angel luv, I made ye peanut butter and jam cookies cuz Dean said ye really luv the sam’wich, but ‘e also said…” Cas smiled at you and gently put his hand on top of yours on the plate.

“They’re perfect. Thank you.” You smiled at him as he took the plate and turned to start serving the rest of the desserts.

“Dove, would I be able to steal you for a moment?” You looked up from the cherry pie you were cutting and nodded. You finished cutting a quarter of the pie for Dean, knowing that anything less was unacceptable, and passed him the plate before following Crowley out to the war room. He pulled out a chair for you and sat down in front of you with a smile. “I have a couple things I want to give you. Not really family heirlooms but…” He tilted his head back and forth as a small smile spread across his face. “Well darling, as close as I can get to it.” You smiled as he pulled a small box from his pocket.

“I may have cheated a bit with this and piggy backed onto John’s gift.” He chuckled as he opened the box. Inside was a small, round silver charm with something engraved on it for your bracelet. He pulled it from the box and stuck his hand out so he could add it to your bracelet. “On the front would be our family coat of arms. My grandfather, the drunken bastard, was the one who designed it.” He slid the charm onto the bracelet with the coat of arms symbol facing up and clipped the bracelet back on. “I’ve done some research into the ancestry between myself and you and am having it put into a small book along with anything I have before my generation. Just so you know a little more about your… eclectic heritage. On the back…” He flipped the charm toward him so it landed on the heel of your palm and you tilted your head to the side to see.

“This is our crest. I don’t know much about it as it was created after I passed. But that’s all in the book as well. I would have it today but my demons have proven, once again, to be unreliable.” You giggled as he let go of your hand and made two, large, boxes wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine appear on the table. He sat up a little straighter and grabbed the newer looking one off the top.

“Now, typically this is a tradition passed from witch to witch from generation to generation however you are a special case.” He handed you the package and you were slightly startled at how heavy it was. You pulled the end of the string and pulled off the paper to reveal not a box, but a thick, dark brown, leather book that was the size of your lap. You ran your fingers up the spine and across the cover as Crowley explained.

“A Grimoire or a Book of Shadows is a witch’s personal collection of spells, instructions, useful information… essentially a notebook of sorts. Sort of like the one John carries for his hunts; but meant for you. As you learn, as you do spells, you can write down what spell you did, when and why, what herbs, crystals or talismans you use and how they react with you and each other. You write your mistakes and successes.” He carefully picked up the book on your lap and exchanged it for the next package with an almost shy smile.

“This was mine from when I was a child.” He said as you carefully unwrapped the second book. “I didn’t have the natural talent you or my mother did but I still practiced here and there when I was younger and more once I got… older. You’ll notice that mine is written in mostly Gaelic so you may not…” He carefully opened the book to the middle and you smiled.

“I read Gaelic. Took that an’ Latin in uni.” He smiled up at you and nodded.

“You’ll have no problems figuring this out then. Now, do not feel overwhelmed by this; we’ll go through all of this in time. I promise you, I will teach you everything and anything I know. There are also thousands upon thousands of spells in this bunker and I know John and the boys will teach you everything they can as well once you get the basics. I also know a few witches…” His words were cut off as you leaned forward and gave him a hug.

“Thank ye.” You said softly. He wrapped his arms around your waist and tears welled in his eyes.

“Of course, my little dove.” You smiled as you pulled away and looked back down at the book. “All I ask is that you are careful with this book. Physically, obviously because it is as old as I but because in the wrong hands, this could be very, very dangerous. Any personal grimoire could be, which is why you will see a lot of them written in dead languages, ruins or code.” You nodded as you closed the book and looked up at him.

“I’ll guard it wit’ m’life.” He gave you a short nod as he snapped his fingers, making the book on your lap disappear.

“I know Sam would love to get his hands on that. That boy can never have to much to read.” You giggled as he stood up. He kissed the top of your head just as Dean came sliding around the corner like Tom Cruise in Risky Business (but thankfully for you he was fully dressed.)

“Did you by chance make another one of those pies for later?” He asked as he walked over to the two of you. “Because I think that one was better than every other one you’ve ever made if that’s even possible.” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed your blank book to put it in the basket you had brought the desserts in.

“John, ye owe me fifty.” You called out as you headed back toward the kitchen to get a cup of coffee and your basket so you could get the gift for the boys, Cas and Crowley… and to put the extra pie you did bring in the fridge. John, Cas and Sam looked up at you as you turned into the kitchen. “‘e asked for more pie. Told ye.” Sam and Castiel laughed as your boyfriend shook his head.

“She makes you a pie a week, Dean.” John said as Dean and Crowley followed you back into the kitchen. “Did you at least thank her for slaving away for your ungrateful ass?” You smiled as you grabbed the extra pie you made from the basket and handed it over to Dean.

“Thank you, (Y/N). You’re the best.”

“Ye don’ ‘ave to tell me tha’. I a’ready know.”

“Alright, unfortunately, we have to go presents quickly because while you two were talking, I got an email about a case from Jody so Dean and I gotta get on the road.” You nodded at Sam as the three guys stood up from the table.

“Ain’t no rest for the wicked even on Christmas.” Dean complained as he put the pie in the freezer to save for when he got back.

“I’ve faith ye will knock it out of the park before New Years.” You said as John traded you your new book for the basket so you could all head to the library to open presents by the Christmas tree.

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“So we’ve black, blue, pink ‘nd silv’a.” You said as you watched John (and his rock hard length) spread the white, cotton canvas on the plastic painters tarp in the middle of your living room floor in front of a large fire. You looked up at him with a smile as he sat back on his heels and looked over at you. “May I?”

“You’re the artist, baby girl.” You got onto your knees and walked on them so that you were directly in front of him. You popped the top of the black and set the other three bottles by your knees as John pressed his body against yours. He wrapped his hands almost hungrily around your nude body as you spread the black paint in a half-assed, heart. As you switched to the silver paint to do the same thing, John growled. “Faster, baby. You’re driving me even more crazy.” You hummed as you purposely pressed your hips back against his and took your time to draw a second, upside down heart.

“Am I?” You asked cheekily as you sat back to grab the last two colors. “Oh, you’ve not seen aaaannnnnyyyyy thin’.” You leaned forward with the blue and drew a splattered, cursive ‘J’ as you rocked your hips back and forth against his. You could feel his hard length rubbing against your wet, sensitive core with every movement and his hands flew to your hips. His fingers curled into your skin and he let his head fall back with a moan as you wrote your first initial in pink. Once you were satisfied, you put all four paint bottles on the coffee table and used your powers to push it far out of the way.

“Keep that up, sweetheart and this’ll be over ‘fore it starts.” John growled as you sat up completely so your bare back was against his chest. You rolled your hips a few more times as you lifted your hands above your head and ran your fingers through his short, brown hair.

“What if I don’ wan’ ta?” You asked as you tilted your head to the side to look at him. He had his bottom lip bit hard between his teeth and a sheen of sweat across his forehead from a combination of the flames to your left and the foreplay you had both thought would be better to do without the paint.

“I’m about to make you stop.” He threatened as he looked down at you. You smiled because despite what he was saying, his hands were dragging your hips harder on his length.

“Tha’s wha’ I want, m’luv.” His fiery eyes found yours and he smirked.

“Good.” He leaned forward and crashed his lips to yours, pushing and pulling at your hips so that you would turn around in front of him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his large hands gripped the backs of your thighs and your ass and lifted you up. You kicked your legs forward on either side of his as he carefully laid you down on the paint covered canvas. Your hiss from the cold paint touching your back turned into a moan as he sunk his whole length into you in one fluid movement; stretching you and filling you perfectly.

“I love you.” John said softly as his eyes searched yours while he let you readjust to his size. You smiled as you wrapped your legs around his hips and tangled your hands in his hair.

“I luv ye.” With an award winning smile, he leaned down and captured your lips with his as he picked up a strong, steady pace. There was no urgency, no rush to finish, just turning your love into art. Your fingernails dragged lazy stripes up and down his back as his hands wrapped around your shoulders to keep you from sliding too far away. He kissed his was down your jaw to your throat as your hips rolled to meet his. Your coil tightened slowly, maddeningly with each pump of his hips. As his hips began pumping faster, you knew he was starting to get desperate for his release.

“On top.” He growled when he had reached his limit. You giggled as the two of you switched places, slipping slightly in the paint before he laid down on the canvas in your place. You straddled his hips and slid down his hard length.

“I’m not ‘oldin’ back.” You told him as you braced yourself on his chest, leaving splotches of colored paint on his pecs and in the hair that decorated his chest. He smirked as he grabbed your hips.

“I don’t want you, too.” You leaned your weight onto his chest and picked up a punishing pace; his hips thrusting up to meet yours, both of you chasing your releases; suddenly desperate. You moaned his name as he shifted you to the left the slightest bit to hit that sweet spot he knew so well. Your coil tightened deep in your stomach as your slick coated his cock.

“Fuck, bae’, righ’ there.” You groaned as you leaned forward and let him take control, not able to keep up the pace he suddenly picked up if you wanted to. He wrapped his hands around your hips and slammed into you as he growled deeply.

“Can’t…” He groaned through grit teeth. He bit your shoulder; something he knew was a kink of yours, and you snapped.

“J-j-j-… I… I… I… gaa!” Your whole body tensed as your walls tightened around his length, convulsing around him and coaxing his release. He swore, slammed into you once more and his whole body shook as you pulled him over the edge. The living room was filled with small gasps and moans as your highs carried you into levels of over sensitivity; a place neither of you ever minded to be. His grip on your hips lessened as his body relaxed onto the floor and you settled in comfortably on top of him to ride out your highs.

Neither of you said a word as you laid on the floor, watching the fire burn in the glow of the Christmas lights from your tree. His fingers dragged lazily along your spine as you drew senseless patterns in the paint on his chest in front of your face. He kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms around your waist with a sigh.

“That paint tastes really bad.” You burst out laughing and picked your head up off his chest to look at him.

“Yer the one who ate it.” You snarked.

“I think that was the most fun Christmas present I’ve ever gotten.” He said as he carefully pulled out of you. “I’m gunna roll so it’s easier to get up, OK?” You nodded as you shifted so you were laying on him and not straddling him. He put one hand on the back of your head and rolled you over carefully; rolling to his knees on the tarp. You both looked at the design on the canvas as you floated the booties off the table to him.

“’t’s perfec’.” You looked up at him as he slipped a bootie on each of his feet. He nodded in agreement as he leaned back and put the other booties on you. In one nearly fluid motion, he stood up and pulled you to your feet and into his chest.

“You’re perfect.” He said softly as he wrapped his arms around your waist and gave you a chaste kiss. “But let’s go shower. I got paint in places it shouldn’t be.”

~~~~~~~ 2 YEARS LATER ~~~~~~~

“I swear ta Christ, Dean.” You grumbled as you set your hand flat on the Impala’s car seat. “Ye need ta learn ‘ow ta do this yerself.” He groaned as Sam, who had managed to get himself turned into a rat, darted out of the cage Dean had trapped him in, scrambled up your arm and perched on your shoulder, squeaking loudly at his brother as you headed inside.

“Oh come on, (Y/N). Rat’s are gross and you’re an actual witch now.” You rolled your eyes as you headed into the library.

“Ye know tha’s yer broth’a yer gripin’ about.” You reminded him. “Who did this?” Dean stopped walking in front of you and your stomach did a small flip. “Dean…” He glanced back over his shoulder with a hesitant smile.

“Rowena. That’s why we called you because you have the same DNA and…” He rambled quickly. You growled and glared at him.

“My gran’ moth’a did this ‘nd ye call me ‘nd not Crowley? Are ye out’a yer bloody mind?” You pulled your phone out of you back pocket as you headed over to the table to grab your grimoire to find the reversal spell as you called your uncle. As you pulled the book over, Sam squeaked almost apologetically in your ear before running down your arm to wait.

“Hello dove. To what do I owe the pleasure, today?” You smiled to yourself, knowing how pissed he was going to be, as you flipped open the thick book.

“Figured ye’d like ta know… Sam ‘nd Dean ‘ad a run in wit’ me gran’ bitch t’day ‘nd I’ve been recruited ta clean up…”

“What, did ye boys find anoth’a witch ta clean up m’mess?” Your phone fell from your hand and your blood went cold as your eyes shot up to your left toward the voice. You met your eight times great grand mother’s green eyes; the same shape eyes that you had seen in the mirror every day your entire life, for only a moment before a flash of a black, tailored suit blocked your view.

“Are you two morons…!” Crowley started but Rowena screeched behind him.

“Who is she?!” She screamed as she took a step to the side, pointed at you and looked at her son. “Fergus, I know ye know who she is.”

“She’s no one, mother! Leave it alone.” He snapped as he moved himself between you and Rowena once more. She scoffed as she raised her hand to cast a spell and you popped up in front of Crowley and reacted.

“Manete!” You screamed, throwing everything you had into the word and praying to anyone that it worked as a spell. You watched her hand freeze, mid-spell and anger ripped through her eyes. Crowley and Dean stood frozen for only a moment before Crowley grabbed your arm.

“Take Sam with you and go.” He hissed as he shoved you behind his back. “I’ll follow you in a minute.” You nodded as you scrambled to grab your book and laid your hand on the table. Sam scrambled up on to your palm a second before you disappeared.

The second your feet hit the ground in your living room, you set Sam and your book down on the dinner table to get Sam changed back for protection’s sake. You ran and grabbed your box of spell ingredients, a gift from Sam and Dean two years before hand, from your room as your hands shook. You set the box down on the table and threw it open.

“Ye think I can do this, Sammy?” You asked as you flipped through the book to find the reversal spell he had given you over a year ago. He squeaked once as you pictured the jaw bone of the first murderer you could think of, Clyde Barrow, in your hand. When it appeared; covered in the dirt from the grave you just robbed it from, you set it on the table and started listing off ingredients, more to yourself. Within only a few minutes, you had everything you needed in a bowl and you looked up at the light brown guest on your table.

“C’mon, off m’table.” You said as you put your hand flat in front of him. He climbed on and let you put him on the floor as you grabbed the dagger John had given you for Christmas. You cut your hand and dripped the blood into the bowl just as Crowley popped in with John; who had been away on a hunt. You glanced over at them and pointed at Sam on the floor as you grabbed a pack of matches from your box. With a sigh, you picked up the bowl, kneeled on the floor in front of Sam, set it down and lit a match.

“Airmidh mi air maponus, dia— na hogalachd. Gairmidh mi air sucellus, dia na time. Till an-dràsda obair uile gu bheilair a bhith deànta. Mar sin bitheadh.”

You dropped the match in the bowl and with a ‘pop’, the area in front of you filled with smoke. It took a second for the smoke to clear but once it did, Sam smiled at you and sat back on his heels.

“Thank Chuck for you, right now, (Y/N).” He said with a smile as you grabbed your bowl and stood up.

“Good job, dove.” Crowley said as you pulled out one of the chairs and sat down.

“Is it bad?” You asked as you looked over at Crowley. He sighed and shook his head slowly.

“’s'not great, dove. But it’s not bad.” You sighed as John walked over and grabbed the first aid kit from on top of the fridge.

“So wha’ so we do from ‘ere?” You asked as you boyfriend kneeled down in front of you and put the white medical box on the table.

“We keep doing what we’ve been doing.” He said as he flipped the latch and opened the box. He grabbed some clean gauze and some tape and looked up at you with a smile. “We keep you safe.”

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It took Rowena five days (and eight murdered demons) before she found out who and where you were. That is how you found yourself in an hour long, early morning stare off with the woman from your front porch swing. You and John had been enjoying your morning coffee and the barely chilly, fall breeze when she walked up to the far side of your white picket fence, right on the outside of your and Crowley’s protection spells. She was close enough that if she wanted to talk to you, she could but neither of you said a word. You just simply stared.

“She’s making me nervous.” John said quietly as he watched the two of you, knowing that she wasn’t going to be able to get any closer than she was. You shrugged as you refilled your coffee mug for the third time.

“Call Crowley then.” You responded behind your mug as you took a sip. He shook his head, not ready to have Crowley breathing down his neck just yet. Once he finished his mug, he set it down on the table beside him.

“I’ll be right back.” He said as he got up and headed inside to go to the bathroom. You watched your grandmother watch him and the moment he was out of sight, she turned to you.

“‘ow long ‘ave you known who ye were?” She finally asked. You tapped your nail against your mug and gave her a small shrug.

“Long enuf.” She gave you a curt nod and tilted her head to the side.

“Can’t even say ‘ello ta yer gran’ moth’a then?” You smirked at the way she embraced the title and nodded your head.

“‘ello ta m’gran’ moth’a then.” Her lips curled into a smirk as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Aye. Yer a Macleod a’right.” You nodded in agreement as her eyes darted toward your front door. “Can I get ta know m’only gran’chil’?” You shrugged your shoulder as John stepped back out onto the porch with a gun in his hand.

“Ye take’t up wit’ Crowley.” Her eyes darted between you, John, and his gun.

“Aye.” She nodded as she dropped her arms to her side. “I’ll take’t up wit’ Crowley, then.” She gave you a small nod and glared at John before she turned on her heel and walked away. The moment she was far enough away, you willed your phone into your hand. Crowley picked up on the second ring.

“Yer moth’a paid John and I a visit this morn’.” You told him as John sat down on the swing next to you.

“What did she want?” He snapped as he appeared on your porch; his eyes searching the area in front of your house for Rowena. You glanced over at him as you took a sip of your coffee.

“Well, she stared at us for an ‘our. Then she wan’ed ta know if she could get ta know me.” His phone rang in his hand and he answered it on speaker.

“Yes, mother.” He sighed as you turned him in the direction she had gone with your mind as you took another sip of coffee.

“Ye’ve known I’ve a gran’daught’a for years ‘nd ye neva told me?” Rowena yelled into the phone.

“That’s because the last grandchild I brought you around, you murdered.” He snapped as his eyes searched the street for Rowena. You heard her scoff on the other end of the line.

“Ye deserved that one; Gavin didn’t belong ‘ere. And you won’t find me, Fergus so quit tryin’ ta look.” With a sigh, you stood up and moved so that you were standing right inside your front door behind Crowley.

“Ye want sumthin’ done, ye do it yerself.” You said as you pulled your grimoire toward you. “Keep ‘er talkin’.” You knew you had summing spell in there and you would put money on the fact that with a little alteration, you could get Rowena out of hiding.

“Mother, what do you want with my niece?” Crowley asked as you went into your room and grabbed the couple things you needed.

“Ye mean yer gran’daught’a?” Rowena laughed as you came back to the door. John looked at you curiously as he leaned against the door frame to watch you. “I’ve the right ta know ‘er. She’s my blood, too. Besides, she’s a witch. What betta person ta teach a witch than another witch?” You huffed a laugh to yourself as you pulled the drawer to the table open and grabbed the knife John had there. You picked up the bowl, a pack of matches and glanced at the incantation; changing it in your head on the spot.

“I have done just fine teaching her, thank you!” Crowley yelled as you walked back onto the porch. You set the things down on the rail, re-opened the cut on your palm from the week before and dripped a few drops onto the herbs in the bowl; hoping that your DNA would be enough in this quickly made summoning spell.

‘Thoir na rudan a tha falaichte dhomh.’ (Bring what is hidden to me.)

The second you dropped the match, you heard a loud, feminine yelp as Rowena flew out of the woods across from your house and slammed into the wall of the protection spells.

“‘e teaches me jus’ fine.” You told her as she growled and rubbed her shoulder. You heard John walk into the house, fighting hard to control his laughter as Crowley cleared his throat to hide his.

“We’ll arrange a lunch, mother.” Rowena glared at him as you picked up your bowl and gave her a small wave.

“Good-bye gran’ motha’.” She sighed and rolled her eyes as she quietly walked away. Crowley looked back at you as you simply walked into the house with your coffee mug floating in behind you.

“We need to start working on doing all your basic spells without the use of ingredients.” He said as he followed you inside with a glance over his shoulder. He chuckled as you set your bowl down on the table by your box of ingredients to deal with later. “And make sure you write that spell down.” You smirked back at him as you reached up and grabbed your coffee mug.

“Aye. Don’ think I’ll ever forget tha’ though.” He and John chuckled as the latter walked toward the kitchen past you to make something for breakfast.

“Neither will I.”

Part 5

#John Winchester x Reader #Seven Times Great

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lovelornrocketscientist · 7 years ago

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@justastarkgenius

Leopold James Fitz

Early years: Scottish, born in Glasgow and had a pleasant childhood until his father died.

Parents: his father and mother are both magically inclined. His father, Alistair, was an auror and was killed by dark wizards unknown when Fitz was nine. His mum, Annabella, works for the Glasgow Ministry Office in the Accidental Magic Reversal Department.

Sister: Has a sister, Amelia, who went to Hogwarts after him, and now works for the Ministry in London as a diviner and alchemist.

School: He went to Hogwarts from 1998 to 2005 but took a number of advanced courses with his best friend Jemma Simmons. Some of them included Occlumency (at which he’s particularly talented), Arithmancy, Advanced Potions, and some advanced auror training in their final year.

Friends: Met best friend Jemma Simmons in his first year at Hogwarts. They distinguished themselves as excellent potion-makers and transfiguration experts. They were thought to work very well together. He has some other acquaintances with whom he came up in school but none as close as Jemma.

House: Gryffindor, although the sorting hat had a difficult time sorting him. It was between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, though he had more than a dash of Slytherin as well.

Sports: He played Quidditch his last year as a Keeper; he got hit by a bludger in his first game and didn’t wake up for three days. After that he did alright.

Honors: Was a Prefect fifth to seventh years.

Dueling club: Was a member of the Gryffindor dueling club from fourth to seventh years.

Career: After graduation, he applied for a job as an auror at the Ministry in London but was initially given a place in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. He hated it. Jemma also intended to be an auror but got a job in the Improper Use of Magic Office and liked it so well, she’s now the deputy director of that department. Fitz was transferred to the Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Objects which he did like very much. He used some of his disguise training to explore the confiscated objects. A year later, he was transferred to the Auror Office and has worked there ever since. Harry Potter is the head of the department now and keeps calling him Phipps. Fitz doesn’t have the heart to correct him.

Patronus: capuchin monkey

Pets: he has a pair of barn owls called Beatrice and Benedick. They’re very attached to one another and he couldn’t possibly separate them. He also sometimes brings home magical creatures from work to nurse back to health. His friend, Silas Barker, who works in in the Beast Division of The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures sometimes asks him to help out.

Personality: shy and reserved, hard-working and selfless, socially awkward and not the best at expressing himself. He’s close to his mother and sister and Jemma Simmons.

Romantic relationships: Three years after he graduated, he met Calpurnia Nithercott. They got along fairly well, although they both had tempers. They were together three years before she broke things off to marry a Hit Wizard. He was less heartbroken than he felt he should’ve been. That was two years ago.

Magical Abilities

He’s familiar with all forms of magic and graduated as one of the top students at Hogwarts along with Jemma Simmons. He has some special talents and interests listed below.

Occlumency—The counter-skill to Legilimency is Occlumency (and its user, known as an Occlumens), by which one can compartmentalise one's emotions, or prevent a Legilimens from discovering thoughts or memories which contradict one's spoken words or actions. An advanced form of Occlumency is planting false temporary memories inside an Occlumens' own head while blocking all other true memories, so if a Legilimens, even a highly skilled one, were to attempt to read the mind he or she would find false memories only and believe everything was right.

Apparition—he’s quite a fan of riding a broom but his job requires his proficiency at apparition and disapparition.

Expert at standard courses at Hogwarts: Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms and Potions. He had a knack for Astronomy, Arithmancy, and had a fascination with Muggle Studies and Care of Magical Creatures. His least proficient studies were in Herbology, Divination, Runes, and History of Magic (he found it quite boring). He just passed Herbology by enough to become an auror.

Spell and magical object invention—He also has a desire to create. He works at home on creating spells and magical defensive objects, though, to-date, he hasn’t come up with anything marketable. He’d like to make his fortune and retire from the Ministry one day.

Investigation and disguise: Excellent at disguise but his tracking skills are less than perfect. He is an excellent investigator, however and follows the clues with great skill.

Magical Items

Broomstick: Starsweeper XXI

Wand: 10 ¾ inch, elder with unicorn hair core and medium flexibility

Charm bracelet: It belonged to his father and was passed to him. It’s enchanted with spells of protection and can work as a literal shield against dark magic if he focuses his will on it. (Unbeknownst to Fitz, it’s imbued with some of his father’s love and magic and this helps protect him.)

Bag: it has been extended into a large cupboard inside. Fitz keeps other magical objects inside such as omnioculars, magical listening devices and disguises that he might use in his work. There are even a few things of his own invention. In a pinch, one could even hide inside it. Possibly two could, but it would be a very tight squeeze. ;)

Interests & Hobbies

He’s fascinated by Muggle science and technology. He liked reading up on them and seeing the objects that other wizards tried to enchant when he worked for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office.

Inventing spells and magical objects.

Keeping up with magical innovations.

Caring for magical creatures.

Creating new potions or strengthening the recipes for existing potions

Keeping up with Quidditch matches

Travel: he likes to visit new places when he can find the time

Eating: his favorite foods are Sunday roast with all the trimmings, chips, stovies, pasties of all kinds, savory pies especially steak, Scottish breakfast; drinks, he likes butterbeer and tea; desserts, he likes toffee pudding, strawberries and cream, cranachan, Dundee cake, clootie dumpling

His owls: Beatrice and Benedick

His ex: Calpurnia Nithercott AKA Callie

#magic verse #( mun ) key » say » 🙊

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moonbeammuses-a · 7 years ago

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A very descriptive and detailed profile of your muse. Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same!

TAGGED BY: @youhavesymphonies for Erik and @theirvoices for Jimmy

TAGGING: Most of my mutuals have been tagged already xD Do it if it strikes your fancy

NAME: Erik Lehnsherr

AGE : Early 30′s

SPECIES: Homo Superior (Mutant)

GENDER: Male

RELIGION: Raised Jewish

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

PROFESSION: Trying to overthrow Humanity as the species leading the world

BODY TYPE: Lean but muscular

EYES: steel

HAIR: brown

SKIN: fair

HEIGHT: 6ft

WEIGHT: 160 lbs

SIBLINGS: none

PARENTS: Edie and Jako (Deceased)

ANY PETS?: yes [ ] || no [ x ]

COLOURS: Reds, Silver,

SMELLS: woody scents. He like the outdoors but also the comforting smells of home. also Lavendar.

FOOD: Brownies

FRUITS: Pears

DRINKS: Martinis, if they’re well-made

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? YES [x ] || no [ ]

FAVORITES: Baking, Cooking, Chess, Reading

SMOKES? yes [ ] || no [ x ] || Occasionally [ ]

DRINKS? yes [ x ] || no [ ] || Occasionally [ ]

DRUGS?: yes [ ] || no [ x ] || Occasionally [ ]

DRIVER LICENSE?: yes [ x ] || no [ ]

NAME: James “Jimmy” Adair

AGE : 29

SPECIES: Human

GENDER: Male

RELIGION: Raised Catholic

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

PROFESSION: Bartender/Brewer/Pub owner

BODY TYPE: Mesomorph. Fit but not exceedingly muscular. He is in shape from carrying crates and heavy shit all the time.

EYES: Green

HAIR: Dark Brown, almost black

SKIN: fair

HEIGHT: 5′11″

WEIGHT: 175 lbs

SIBLINGS: Younger sister named Emilia

PARENTS: I need to name them. they are both alive

ANY PETS?: yes [ ] || no [ x ] he takes in enough strays

COLOURS: Oranges, Yellows, and Reds

SMELLS: Citrus, whiskey, musk, clover oil, cinnamon

FOOD: Cranachan

FRUITS: Raspberries

DRINKS: Highland Cordial

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? YES [ x ] || no [ ]

FAVORITES: Jimmy is a man of simple pleasures. Taking care of his bar, watching his sister succeed, and doing what he can to help people around himm. He likes reading, and enjoys sketching, but otherwise his bar and future plans take up all his time.

SMOKES? yes [ ] || no [ x ] || Occasionally [ ]

DRINKS? yes [ x ] || no [ ] || Occasionally [ ]

DRUGS?: yes [ ] || no [ x ] || Occasionally [ ]

DRIVER LICENSE?: yes [ ] || no [ x ]

#Long Post #HC: Magneto #HC: Jimmy #Kitty says Meow

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lifeofkaze · 3 years ago

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For the new girls

Basics 3

Appearance 1

And your choice of a bonus question for any character

BASICS

3) Favourite food?

Lizzie: All things cherry, this will never change.

Ava: Ava is obsessed with any variant of Chinese food and chocolate with whole hazelnuts.

Selene: Rasperry Cranachan.

Carolyn: Kanelbullar, the Swedish version of cinnamon buns.

APPEARANCE

1) Do they colour code their clothes?

Lizzie: Lizzie likes dressing very simple and doesn't spare it much thought. She sticks to mostly neutrals because they just go with one another, that's the most colour coded it gets. The odd bright thing sticks out, however, mostly Hufflepuff House things or stuff Andre slipped into her possession without her noticing.

Ava: Like Lizzie, Ava prefers not to spare her outfit too much thought. She sticks to neutrals that are sturdy and allow for free movement so they won't get in the way when she's working.

Selene: Not intentionally, but Selene prefers warm and bright colours in her dresses, something that matches her nature.

Carolyn: Do you take her for some feral beast? There is no other acceptable way of organising your wardrobe. Caro prefers to stick to rich dark shades, like emerald, inky blue or forest green.

BONUS

5) Favourite headcanon for you OC?

Lizzie's full name (which no one ever uses really) is Elizabeth and she was named after her great grandmother on her father's side, Selene Elizabeth Fraser.

#ask game #lizzie jameson #ava campbell #selene fraser #carolyn nyberg

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vivianrhopper85 · 7 years ago

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Most Unusual Restaurants in Toronto: 360 Restaurant

If there is one edifice that screams "That's Toronto!", it is the CN Tower located centrally, adjacent to many other truly Toronto attractions. It's the first thing that stands out against our skyline and it's the often one of the first things tourists to the city want to check out. What many people don't think of when considering this tourist hotspot is fine dining with a definite focus on Canadian ingredients and dishes. Designated as one of the Seven Wonders of the Modern World, the tower houses the 360 Restaurant, named for the fact that the restaurant rotates a full 360 degrees every 72 minutes giving spectacular views of the entire city from over 1,000 feet above.

Coupled with free entry to the observation deck and glass floor, a lunch or dinner at the 360 is actually well-worth the price and this 2-for-1 deal is why it's particularly popular as a date spot, a business meeting venue, and especially a place to take out-of-towners. I can certainly attest to the latter, having treated many family and business visitors from all over the world to an evening above the Toronto. It is always a thrill for tourists.

But that shouldn't mean that locals can't enjoy it just as much. With Executive Chef John Morris at the helm, there's a strong focus on Canadian cuisine, drawing from all across the country for inspiration in his dishes. And who doesn't want to pick out their home or other much-loved local spot from high above city from once in a while?

Atmosphere and Decor

First things first: Nobody is coming here for the interior decor. As such, it's very simple and perfunctory, with a slight air of class. After all it does boast the world's highest wine cellar. Guests are here for the view.

After going through security checkpoints and taking the elevator up in an ear-popping 58 seconds, you're greeted with a vista you won't scoff at. It's important to note that the 360 shares the same common areas with the rest of the CN Tower and depending on the time of day and year, you may experience long lines to get into the building. At 4:30 PM in January however, there was no wait at all and it was in perfect time to catch the winter sunset. During my time, I managed to see the city in both the afternoon and dark of a winter night, all from the comfort of my seat.

Every other time I've come to this place, it's been quite busy but with that in mind, every other time has been in much warmer temperatures and better weather. It was strikingly empty which I found actually added to the atmosphere as I could enjoy the view from my seat at the window in peace. The only sound was the oldies coming from the music system. Even with every table taken during other visits, it never seemed too loud.

Menu Range

This is a menu made for Canadians at fairly affordable prices considering what it comes with. There is nothing that will shock you or anything that seems particularly unfamiliar. It is not the sort of hipster joint that is chock full of bone marrow creations or kombucha-pickled ghost peppers. It's basic and traditional but tasty, with a wide range of options for typical Western tastes.

It is a prix fixe menu where you can choose from a 2-course or 3-course options for $65 or $79 respectively. There is an a la carte menu as well for grilled meats and seafood, which is actually quite impressive considering the venue is not known for ocean-based cuisine. I'm resisting the urge to make a joke about Ripley's Aquarium which is right next door!

Starting with the a la carte menu, there is the choice between artisanal beef from Pine Meadows Farms (which I cannot find online) as well as Ontario lamb and bison. The steaks range from $85 for 16oz rib eye to $75 for the other two. An 8oz bison tenderloin will set you back $80 and a rack of lamb is $79/pound. Seafood offerings were most impressive. The menu lists 3 choices for $95 each with the option of Atlantic lobster, east coast crab legs, or a surf and turf option. And then there is the seafood bar which consist of huge platters full of a large variety of seafood as well as appetizers from the ocean. The platters range from $65 to $395, and from one to three tiers! If you're in the mood for lobster, crab, mussels, oysters, shrimp, and smoked fish, this is by far the dish to order. Appetizers consist of shrimp cocktail or smoked salmon for $24, Malpeque oysters for $38, or seafood cocktail for $48.

The prix fixe menu starts off with appetizers, with only 2 requiring an extra $6. There are 2 salads, a hearty mushroom soup, duck parfait, beet and squash tart tatin, with smoked salmon and shrimp & grits as the more expensive of the offerings.

The mains consist of a well-rounded variety of choices for different palates and nothing too adventurous to scare anybody off, with the bonus of showcasing various parts of the country. There is a Newfoundland-inspired cod dish, a BC seafood dish with rockfish, clams, squid & mussels, a vegetarian risotto with ancient grains and BC mushrooms, Quebec-inspired brioche chicken, an Ontario super pork dish consisting of 4 different types, a vegetarian ravioli, Nova Scotian salmon fillet, and 45-day aged Alberta prime rib. The former is the only option that requires an extra $10 supplement. The sides that accompany the dishes are all very Canadian as well with root vegetables, mushrooms, nuts, and even sumac-dusted potatoes.

All extra side dishes are $11 a piece and it is recommended to order two. I found that two extra dishes are unnecessary as the plates are large enough to be filling.

There are 7 desserts to pick from, or add onto your a la carte order for $14. They are more creative, more Canuck takes on typical fine dining desserts with ingredients that we have come to understand as purely Canadian. It starts with the ubiquitous chocolate based dessert, here in the form of a "tower". Following up is the verrine with cherries, which is known as a slightly classier name for parfait, almost like a deconstructed black forest cake, minus the cake. There's the East Coast-inspired (and Scottish) cranachan which is a trifle-like dessert, a blueberry and maple syrup crème brulee, an upside-down cake, and for the less adventurous there are the typical cookies and ice-cream or sorbet.

If savoury is more your style after a meal, the 360 boasts a sizeable cheeseboard selection with Ontario and Quebec dairies highlighted.

Appetizers

It was a little early for a thick and hot soup and I wanted something more than a salad, so I opted for the beet tarte tatin having only a vague idea what that meant. The dish arrived quickly, well presented, and colourful. It was a little confusing as I saw no squash at all and it seemed more like a hunk of gratin-like pre-prepared beets thrown on a piece of plain pastry. The pastry itself was well-made and flaky but was certainly lacking any taste of squash. The beets were dry and bland, which was particularly unfortunate as I have had some of the best beets in my life at this restaurant in years past. The sheep's milk cheese, or as they claim yoghurt, was smooth, creamy and mild with fresh pea shoots to top it off. The best part of the dish was actually the complementary roasted hazelnuts. They not only added a burst to nutty flavour but also a nice hard crunch to contrast against the beets and pastry. The grape reduction was unnoticeable and far too meagre. It was a nice size for an appetizer.

Entrees

Had I been paying better attention, I certainly would have chosen the bison tenderloin a la carte but with the prix fixe that was not available to me. I was torn between the Newfoundland cod and the Quebec chicken, choosing eventually to go with the chicken simply because the accoutrements were more to my taste. I'm sure the cod would have been quite a treat as well. I would have liked some information on the menu about the sustainability of the fisheries they draw from for this menu as that is a big concern, especially in the troubled East Coast cod industry. The fact that there is no Ocean Wise or MSC designation on the menu made me think twice about the fish.

The chicken dish was the only poultry offering in the entrées and is bound to appeal to even the pickiest eaters as it is a safe, tasty plate made with skill. The brioche crust was thin but adequate and as a huge fan of brioche, it was a great texture mixed with the juicy, spinach-stuffed chicken. The sprinkling of sea salt atop it actually added quite a nice zest of flavour. Usually the protein is the star of the dish but in this case, I feel like the vegetables played a co-starring role of equal importance, and even more flavour. The crushed potatoes were drenched in delicious chicken jus, the heirloom carrot puree was smooth, and the edamame beans were perfectly cooked, not too soft like many places overcook them to. There was the addition of about 3 whole cloves of mashed garlic to add bite and the maple butter sauce rounded everything out with a pleasant sweetness. It may not have been a particularly bold choice of entrée, but it was a satisfying one in the same way as a home-cooked meal.

I also picked up a side of brussel sprouts with chestnuts because I thought all the carbs and protein could use some healthy greens to balance the meal and found them to be perfectly cooked, crispy with a nice char to them, but there was something very sweet about the glaze that was a bit distracting to the overall flavour of the sprouts.

Dessert

Three courses was definitely the way to go. Dessert was possibly the best part of the meal and it was huge! As I have a certain sweet tooth, it's always a bit of a challenge to pick just one sweet treat. The Dark Chocolate Tower called to me with its coffee and orange tinges but as this was meant to be a Canadian experience, I had choose the East Coast Cranachan, mostly because I had no idea what it was and the idea of partridge berries in January seemed too good to be true. Sadly, it was. The dish was covered with raspberries instead. Not a partridgeberry in sight. Considering the raspberries were a mixture of fresh and freeze-dried, I was surprised that there weren't dried partridgeberries instead.

That said, the greenhouse raspberries were good enough and I particularly enjoyed the dried berries as they were really crunchy and packed full of sweet and sour flavour. It helps that I love raspberries. The oat shortbread was overwhelming as there was so much of it. But it had to be in order to scoop up all the custard and whipping cream which was piled really high. After an app and main, I could only finish half of it even though it was the perfect blend of sweet and creamy.

Drink Options

To call the drink options substantial would be an understatement. If you are a wine drinker, this is likely a heavenly list to choose from. The wine list should more aptly be called a wine book featuring wines from Canada, and all over the world. It is 9 pages of whites, reds, desserts, champagnes, and ports. There is bound to be something to please everyone who wants wine. The servers are all versed in the options as well. The food menu also comes with a pairing list to help narrow down your choices if you aren't up to scratch on fancy wine knowledge. The bottles range from $45 for California white to $3600 for a 2000 Château Lafite Rothschild merlot. So, if you're a wine connoisseur or just an everyday Joe, you'll find something tasty. Certain wines are also available by the 6 or 9oz glass.

If you're not in a wine mood, there is also a cocktail list with Canadiana names like Gord's Last Word (which is likely an homage to Gord Downie, or possibly Gordie Howe or Gordon Lightfoot), Toronto Islands, or CN Spritz, all for fairly recognisable cocktails. There's nothing "craft" here. These are just crowd-pleasers with fun names. They will run you from $16 to $20. I sampled the Beamsville Bing which comes with a collectible glass. It tasted a bit too heavily of grenadine for me but I'm sure it would appeal to many others.

There is also a fair selection of Ontario craft beers, from $9 to $14 a pint. They specialize as well in Canadian spirits featuring distillers such as Dillon's, Tag No. 5, Ungava, Screech, Crown Royal, and Gibson's. Specialty coffee is also available.

For people who'd prefer not to drink, there are non-alcoholic cocktails for $12 and juices for $7.50 with more fun names like Centreville Refresher or Walk On The Edge. There is also a selection of coffees and teas for $5. I opted to go with a classic cappucino which is made with decent Lavazza coffee and had a wonderfully thick foam that made it a pleasure to drink. I do think the 360 could go with some local roasters for their coffee to bring more flavour and Canadiana to their offerings.

Service

As a fine dining establishment, it's not surprising that the level of service is high. I found the CN Tower employees, host, bussers, manager, and servers all very attentive and friendly. My server was chatty and engaged but never in a pushy way, and made me feel quite welcome even though I was dining alone. He often stopped by to make sure everything was going well or just chat and I found like they really valued my presence and comfort. It is important to note again that I never felt suffocated or uncomfortable with the attentiveness and it was never overwhelming. It was the perfect balance. It was also appreciated that the manager checked in as well. I think one of the highlights was when the sun was setting in a very beautiful and unique way, a few servers were taking photos of it as well and it just felt very nice to see that the staff appreciates the view even if they see it every day. I feel like that enthusiasm in your staff reflects well on the workplace and service itself.

Feeling Afterwards

After taking my leftovers and collectible glassware, I wandered down to the LookOut (observation deck) and the Glass Floor, as both are included with a 360 Restaurant reservation. I can't say I've ever been to this restaurant and not have my guests want to check out the CN Tower itself afterwards. At the time I was there, very few others were around and due to the weather, the SkyPod and Edge Walk were closed, as well as the outdoor area of the Look Out. It was a nice end to the meal to slowly wander around the CN Tower in near quiet, just watching the winter city at night. The meal itself was filling and although it is not the best food or drinks I've ever had, and it's certainly not going to win a Michelin star, it was a satisfying meal and when taking into consideration the free access to parts of the CN Tower that cost $36 normally, it seems like a pretty good deal for a gourmet and unique experience.

The 360 Restaurant is a good place to put on your list if you want to entertain some out-of-towners or business colleagues. The atmosphere and service are pleasant, the food is tasty, and the view is unparalleled in this city unless you're renting your own plane. You can be assured that any tourist will be happy to dine here, and it's not a bad spot to take a date either. While there are many, many other high-quality fine dining establishments in the city, none come linked with a 360 degree view of the entire city at sunset.

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from News And Tip About Real Estate https://jamiesarner.com/toronto-restaurant-reviews/360-restaurant/

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