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Alright

*clasps hand*

I love you so very much, and I’ll be watching you from your window. (Inside joke)

How about… cowboy!Miggy spectating a gal and her pals, she’s challenged to ride one of those rodeo bulls by her friends and fell like, three seconds in. Obvi she failed, so she has to go get another round of shots for her friends. So he took the opportunity to offer some lessons with the cowboy himself😇

EL TORO 🐂

✭ 18+ Cowboy! Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader ✭

✭ summary: losing a bet with your best friends, you buy drinks after failing to stay on a mechanical bull for eight seconds, but before you buy another round of drinks, a local cowboy helps you…

✭ content warning: sexual innuendos, Miguel is a little unhinged, dry humping, grinding, cumplay (?), cum-eating (?), semi-exhibitionism, hook-up with a stranger, and alcohol is mentioned. VIEWER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

✭ word count: +1.8k words

✭ a/n: AUGHHHH cowboy! Miguel has me in a chokehold omfg. but here you go, pookie! thank you for your undying support and love! Your wish has been granted 💋 (if there are flaws, I apologize in advance 🩷)

MATURE CONTENT MDNI | MINORS WHO INTERACT WILL BE BLOCKED

Orange opaque lights make up the dimly lit bar. Locals from around were either at a table, drinking away from those green beer bottles you grew familiar with ever since you were younger, or seeing your uncles consume those bottles at a baptism or a wedding banquet. Or you saw the occasional burnt middle-aged man sitting at the island counter, rambling to the bartender about his day, complaining about his cattle or the weather. But for you, you came to the bar unwillingly, as your best friends insisted that you liven up the environment.

But really, it was a pathetic excuse to get you out of your grandparent's bungalow home and to meet someone.

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"Come on! It'll be fun!" Xina urges, flashing her signature smug smile that always appears when she's up to something mischievous. It was always the same arrogant look she did whenever y'all were kids when she got extra chips or a cookie from her pantry closet. Hell, it was the same look your other friends gave you whenever your grandmother or grandfather offered them fresh fruits from their farm.

"No," you quickly retort, sipping your cocktail. "Please!" MJ pleads, grasping your wrists and seemingly ready to kneel. "PLEASE!" Xina soon exclaims, joining MJ to cause a scene with those around you.

"Xina, MJ…!"

"PLEASE!" They draw out the last syllable together, their voice taking on a childish tone reminiscent of when they were eight years old, fleeing from a honey bee or spider. "Okay! Okay..." You groan out, shaking your head in defeat.

"Yes!" Xina pumps her fist in victory before removing your fruity margarita from your hands and placing it on the table. "Now get on! And if you don't last eight seconds, you pay for our next round of drinks!" A low groan emerges from the back of your throat like alcohol stinging your esophagus, ready to escape. But your body, unfortunately, didn't want to do that for you so you could weasel out of the bet. You look back to see MJ at y'all's table, keeping an eye on the drinks while looking at Xina guide (dragging) you across the bar.

Your shoes squeak against the wooden floors as you get pushed to the mechanical bull area. "Just stay on there for eight seconds, and you don't have to pay for our round of shots." You and Xina passed through the semi-packed bar, occasionally brushing shoulders from a couple of guests in the bar. But one character caught your attention, nearly knocking you off your feet.

His russet brown eyes burned into your soul while his cowboy hat shielded the glisten in his eyes, giving him a dead look by any bystander who dared to make eye contact with him. His eyes match yours, lingering on your orbs. The prolonged millisecond of eye contact seized when he smirked, his eyes lingering on you and you only.

His hands, weathered and rugged, bore the marks of hard work - dry, with occasional scars and scratches, yet exuding strength. They were the hands of a hard-working man, capturing attention as much as his eyes did, capturing attention as much as his eyes did. His shirt was unbuttoned, clearly showing a bit of his chest and hair peppered. Oh, how it would feel to be held in those strong hands... Or how his hands would hold onto your hips while bouncing on his dick—

"C'mon! It's your turn to get on!" Xina urges, directing your attention away from the man and to your inevitable end of the night- falling off a mechanical bull within three seconds.

/

You sit at your table, hair somewhat touseled about while you order the next round of drinks for you and your rowdy group of friends. You looked at the half-assed served shot glass and glared at your best friends as they took their shots. With a sigh of defeat, you walk to the bar counter and take a seat on the wooden stool, covering your face and hiding away the embarrassment.

You settled onto the bar counter, absently running your finger along the smooth rim of your shot glass. A sense of intrusion picked at your gut as you felt someone trespassing on your personal space. Glancing to your left, you saw the familiar figure of the man from earlier, seated a few stools away. Your eyes dart back to the tiny glass in your hands, playing with it.

"You couldn't last eight seconds."

That sounded more evocative than it had to.

"Excuse me?"

"3.4 seconds." He adds, not acknowledging the rhetorical question you spat out. "You're those women having to give up straddling like how a car needs an oil change."

What the—

"What does this have to do with anything?"

"You lack balance, sweetheart. And movement." He lifts his shot glass, calling the bartender to refill his shot glass. "It’s straightforward."

"Oh yeah, since you seem to know everything about it, give me some constructive criticism then." You reiterate, knowing that this man was going to play the smartass card with you by sharing information that is useless or already known by the public.

"You’re not engaging your core, and you don't have any balance on your hips." He sighs before mumbling about city folk and getting off his seat. "C’mere." He waved his hand over, ushering you to get close. You didn't know if it was your being an actual dumbass, but you got off your seat and made your way over.

"M’kay," He sighs before getting off his seat and touching your hips. “It's all here, sweetheart. You have to move with the bull; it's called inertia," His hand rests on your hips and squeezes that specific area. "Always move in the opposite direction of the mechanical bull."

"If the bull moves forward, you move back. And if the bull moves back…?"

"I move forward?"

He nods before patting your tummy. "And engage your core a bit. You have abs under there, sweetheart."

His words of advice continue but they muffled out while taking note of his hand resting against your soft stomach, feeling the heat of his palm.

You take note of his words and stop. "Wait, how do you know how to do this?"

"Take it or leave it." He mumbles before he takes his shot and slams the shot glass down. "Actually," He clears his throat and sighs. "Tell them you want to redeem yourself, then tell your friend, the one who dared you to ride the bull, to buy the bill, and I owe you a drink if you make it past eight seconds."

"And if you don't, you owe me a drink."

He removes his hands from your soft stomach and sits back on the stool. "It’s your decision, sweetheart."

You think momentarily, considering the options he placed on the table. The idea of not having to pay a tab and getting a free drink sounded satisfying.

"Will you show me how?"

"Sure, why not?"

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Sitting on his lap in the darkest, dingiest parts of the bar was not in the plans, but your pigheadedness said otherwise. You straddle down on his lap, resting your hands on his shoulders. "Keep your balance, sweetheart." His right hand pats on your hip before bucking his hips against yours, earning a low groan from him.

"Engage your core and move in the opposite direction of me." His warm breath fans your face before he bucks his hips once again to your clothed sex. A soft mewl escapes your lips, feeling his clothed bulge against your clothed entrance.

"You can do it, c’mon…”

You pathetically moved against his aching bulge, pushing your moist gusset against his denim jeans. "There we go, move your hips to gain balance, move with me."

His dick twitched underneath you, pushing up to be free from its constraints. You slowly gyrated down, bucking your hips against his movement, creating a comfortable tempo.

A choked groan verberates your chest, sending the sensation to Miguel, earning a low moan from the man. "C'mon, keep it up." He jerks his bulge upwards, finally finding its way in between your clothed folds. You wailed, feeling his length now against your clothed clit, rubbing against the sensitive bud slowly and deliciously. You could sense the arousal trickling down to your soaked gusset and gathering the slick arousal in the cloth. "You can do it."

You patted his shoulder and took in deep breaths.

"Try again." His usual staid words slowly evolved into breathy whimpers. Miguel's words of affirmation slowly died, becoming breathy moans and grunts. The typical demands slowly turned into begging as you continued to push downwards, feeding the desires you two desperately wanted.

"Muneca..." He rasps out before you see his hands scramble down to his belt.

The sound of his belt clinking was enough of an indicator, but you knew what was next. The sound, let alone left you salivating with anticipation.

"Grind on the length."

Oh... Oh.

Glancing down, your eyes widen at the sight. Sure, he was pushing seven inches but the girth... With your left hand, you move the gusset of your underwear to the side and slowly guide your aching core down to his length, slowly enveloping his length into your soaked folds.

A low groan verberates your chest cavity, soaking the length of your slick, sticky arousal. The slippery sensation of your clit gliding down Miguel’s length, creating delicious friction.

"C’mon, move your hips."

Your body went on autopilot on that demand, relying on your slick arousal to move fluidly on his length. "You're a fast learner, aren't you?" He groans out quietly, still holding onto your hips.

Soft pants and groans filled the small space and evolved into loud guttural groans from both of y'all.

"Sweetheart, slow down a bit." His breathy request fell on deaf ears before you did as he demanded. "You're humping me like I'm your pillow." He groans out before he adjusts you off his length, feeling the slick linger onto his skin.

He takes his pointer and middle finger, gathers the slick off his length, and places said fingers at the bottom plush of your lips, lightly tapping them, almost asking for permission. "Seems like you understand what I say," He pats your rear lovingly with his free hand before you suckle on his fingers, tasting the mess you left behind. He hums while you clean the pads of his fingers clean.

"Now, ride the bull for me." He demands.

/

The walk back to the lively scenery returned you to your senses as you prepared to confront your little group of friends. The conversation jumped about like crickets hopping around a long grassy field. It felt like there was no point in being driven before you challenged them against their better judgment and bet. Xina's lips pursed straight, and she nodded to her other girlfriends. The group looked at each other momentarily and caved in, just to see themselves embarrass themselves for the second time that night.

But it wasn't going to happen again...

Straddling down on the pseudo-bull, you looked out to the semi-lively bar, seeing your friends watching from afar and your 'mentor' looking at you while taking a shot. With a raise of his brow and tipping his cowboy hat, a surge of content rested in your belly.

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Writing Notes: Mushrooms

The edible parts of fungi are the fruiting bodies that are produced very dramatically by huge spreading masses of mycelia, which draw their nutrients as parasites from roots and decaying vegetation.

BAY BOLETUS (Boletus badius)

Usually found in woodlands, this fungus is pale to brown in colour.

Has light yellow pores on the underside and these stain blue if damaged.

The flesh also stains a bluish colour when cut and smells very mushroomy.

The stalk has no frills but is smooth from base to cap.

Can be stored by slicing and drying or flash freezing.

They taste fine raw when sliced and make great soup.

SHAGGY INK CAP (Coprinus comatus)

Very common but distinctive mushroom.

Easy to identify with its egg-shaped shaggy cap.

Often grows on newly disturbed ground in large clusters.

The cap is covered with beautiful white scales and there is no veil on the stem when the cap opens to a bell shape with a dark black underside.

Need to be young and fresh to make good eating.

Shaggy ink caps make a wonderful mushroom soup.

These mushrooms do not store well, so they are best used fresh.

GIANT PUFFBALL (Langermannia gigantea)

Can grow to 80 cm diameter.

The huge white ball of a giant puffball is not hard to identify.

Must be used young before the spores have time to develop and the insects have time to take their share.

Slice them up like rump steak to cook them.

By themselves they have little flavour, but fried quickly with a little bacon they are delicious.

HORSE MUSHROOM (Agaricus arvensis)

Can be found on old pastures that has been grazed by horses or cattle.

Has a slight aniseed smell and does not shrivel up when cooked.

Just beware you don’t over-indulge if you are lucky enough in these times of chemical farming to find a crop of these.

The cap of the horse mushroom may be yellowy in colour, but be careful not to confuse it with the “yellow stainer” fungus, which will make you ill.

CHANTERELLE (Cantharellus cibarius)

May be found in woodland clearings.

Seasoned mushroom hunters will keep their locations a close secret as they tend to grow in the same places each year.

Are fairly small – up to 4 inches (10 cm) across but usually smaller – with a distinctive yellow colour and a slight smell of apricots.

The caps become like small, fluted trumpets as they age and the gills are heavy, irregular and run down the stems.

Best stored in good olive oil or in spiced alcohol.

PARASOL (Macrolepiota procera)

Usually found in open fields and has large brown scales in a symmetrical pattern around a pronounced central bump.

The cap can grow up to 10 inches (25 cm) across and the gills are white.

The stem is long and tough with a large ring around it.

Will dry well for storage.

Make a delicious dish by dipping pieces of the parasol in batter and deep frying.

PENNY BUN (Boletus edulis)

Also known as the “cep” mushroom and is a great prize for the mushroom hunter, as it has an unusual nutty flavour.

Found in woodland or sometimes in heather with dwarf willows, the “cep” can grow quite large – over 2 pounds (1 kg) in weight.

When picking, cut the cap in half to check for maggots. These work their way up through the stems.

Its cap looks just like freshly baked bread.

The colour darkens as the mushroom ages.

The underside will have yellow pores, not gills.

The stem is bulbous and solid white with brown stripey flecks.

Stores well if dried in thin slices.

HONEY FUNGUS (Armillaria mellea)

This yellowy-brown fungus is a tree-killer – but highly edible for humans.

The active part of the fungus is a black cord-like rhizomorph that covers huge areas under the soil and seeks out trees, which it destroys.

Normally grows straight out from trees and stumps, usually in large clumps.

The flesh is white and smells strong and sweet.

The gills vary from off-white to brown and the stalks are tough, often fused together at the base and with a white, cotton-like ring below the cap.

The caps become tough if you dry them so it’s best to freeze.

ORANGE PEEL (Aleuria aurantia)

An extraordinary, brightly coloured and very striking fungus.

Found commonly in large clumps in grassland on bare earth from autumn to early winter. The caps soon become wavy and are of fairly robust texture.

Quite small – up to 2 inches (5 cm) across – the fungus is bright orange on top and a lighter shade on the velvety underside.

These store well if dried.

WOOD MUSHROOM (Agaricus silvicola)

Only found in woodland.

A more delicate version of its close relative, the horse mushroom.

Does not grow out of a volval bag like the death cap and its gills are pink to brown in colour, not white.

The flesh does not discolour when cut and the smell is of a slight aniseed.

The cap is a creamy-yellow colour that darkens as it ages and is smaller than the horse mushroom, growing to only 4 inches (10 cm).

THE PRINCE (Agaricus augustus)

Resembles a stocky version of the parasol.

Grows up to 10 inches (25 cm) wide and is found in woodland.

The top is flecked with brownish scales.

The gills are off-white when young, turning dark brown with age.

The flesh is strong white and smells of mushroom.

The stem is very strong and often scaly with a large floppy ring under the cap – it is too tough to make good eating unless cooked in stews.

It has a strong flavour and can be frozen or dried for excellent winter meals.

FIELD MUSHROOM (Agaricus campestris)

Undoubtedly the best known of all mushrooms, before the days of chemical farming whole fields would be covered by the prolific field mushroom.

Get up early after a hot summer spell has been followed by rain to pick.

The silky white caps grow up to 4–5 inches (10–12 cm), the gills are pink, and the smell mushroomy.

The ring around the stems is very fragile and often missing.

Maggots can be a problem – check older specimens by cutting through the stems.

Can be stored by flash freezing or drying.

WHERE TO LOOK

You will always harvest your best specimens early in the morning. Fungi grow in a wide variety of places, but they will not tolerate chemical fertilizers or sprays.

They say it will take 20 years for the horse mushroom to appear in grassland after the use of chemicals has been stopped.

In fact, the majority of edible fungi grow in the proximity of woodland and many have close symbiotic relationships with particular tree roots.

But wild grassland does always produce an excellent crop of fungi every autumn and you will find each season’s crop in similar places to the previous year’s.

WHAT TO AVOID

There is probably no need to warn you of the fly agaric, as this bright red and white spotted fungus is so well known.

The most dangerous of all fungi is the death cap (Amanita phalloides).

A single death cap contains enough toxins to kill several people:

Usually it grows in woodland, particularly with oak trees. It can vary in colour, being similar in size to a field mushroom, but its characteristic features are white gills on the underside and a “volval” bag at the base. Any fungi growing from a “volval” bag are best left well alone for many are poisonous.

A death cap has white spores, not brown like most edible mushrooms.

Another mushroom to avoid is the “yellow stainer”, easily confused with field or horse mushrooms:

It has the distinctive feature of turning bright yellow when bruised or cut. It also smells rather like disinfectant.

NOTE. There is no easy way to determine whether a fungus is toxic just by looking at it. You should never ingest any unknown fungi. Fungal fruiting bodies can be picked out of the planter pot and thrown in the trash if there is a concern that pets or young children could ingest them.

Sources: 1 2 ⚜ Writing Notes & References ⚜ Food History

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GREEN THUMB PROMPTS

Garden, gardening and related prompts for roleplay purposes. Adjust accordingly if needed and add in (REVERSE) for the relevant prompts to reverse the actions

SENTENCE STARTERS

"Come on, we can take these into the garden."

"I think they're hiding in the garden."

"I'm just going to go into the garden, get some fresh air."

"Is that smell coming from your garden?"

"Make yourself useful, get some gloves and a bin bag. These flowers need deadheading anyway."

"Did you grow these? They're delicious."

"Well, at least we don't have to water the plants today."

"What's your secret? I can never get mine to taste so good / grow so well."

"You need to be careful with those. They'll take over if you're not careful."

"Oh, those need a lot more sunlight than they're getting there."

"Have you seen my gardening gloves?"

"Those are so beautiful. Are they from your own garden?"

"What fertiliser do you use?"

"We need to buy more soil."

"Do you want to come through to the garden? It's a beautiful day."

"Come on, I've been neglecting the allotment for too long."

"I need more flowers. You want to come along?"

"Be careful with those seeds!"

"The garden is looking dire. I'm going to have to fix it on my next weekend off"

"How much do you think a gardener gets paid?"

"The garden looks absolutely beautiful right now."

"Are you going to work in the garden today?"

"Why does this mud always get everywhere..."

"I've never seen a bird like that in the garden before."

"Is that a frog under that bush just there?"

"No, it's fine. I can deal with the garden myself."

"I've never seen a flower like it."

"Plants are a lot more expensive than I realised."

"I hope it stays dry for the party tonight. We put too much work into the garden for it to be a washout."

"What about these lights for in the garden?"

"Let's go eat outside."

"Have you been hiding out here all this time?"

"Could you go water the plants outside for me?"

"It's going to be too muddy for me to do anything out there."

ACTIONS

[BLOOMS] For the recipient to find the sender plucking flowers from their garden

[HOMEGROWN] For the recipient to find the sender planting ( flowers / fruit / vegetables) in the garden

[PRODUCE] For the recipient to find the sender harvesting fruit / vegetables from their garden

[HEDGES] For the recipient to find the sender maintaining (mowing / raking / cutting ) the garden

[SPADE] For the the recipient to take the sender to their allotment

[AISLES] For our muses to go to a garden centre together

[SHOW] For our muses to go to a botanical garden together

[FIELD] For our muses to go to a pick your own fruit farm

[SUNNY] For our muses to make the most of the good weather by spending it sitting in the garden

[DRINKS] For our muses to attend a garden party together

[FESTIVE] For our muses to decorate the garden for (Halloween / Christmas / Easter / a party)

[FROSTY] For our muses to make a snowman in the garden

[PLATES] For our muses to eat (breakfast / lunch / dinner ) in the garden

[SPLASH] For our muses to spend time in a garden pool together

[CLOUDLESS] For our muses to go stargazing in the garden

[admistedenslush]

Eve of Destruction

Dark!Priest!Aemond Targaryen/Reader

TW: NON CON, fem!reader, drugging

AN: I hope the switch in point of view does not cause confusion

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In a softly lit room, you find yourself perched on a weathered wooden stool, gazing into a mirror with a subtle crack. Sunbeams delicately dance through your modest window, casting a faint glow upon your figure, adorned in a simple nightgown with delicate ribbon-fastened stockings.

With calloused fingertips, you traced the contours of your face, pinching your cheeks for a touch of color. Completing your daily morning ritual, you embarked on a task at the behest of your affluent father, a skilled goldsmith who presided over his own shop.

Clutching a hand-woven basket protectively by your side, you ventured into the bustling streets of the village center. Amidst the vibrant marketplace, an older woman grinned at you as she prodded her collection of spices.

“Just imported from Dorne,” she boasted, her voice laced with mischief.

Smiling at her, you replied, “Just some sugar, please. There's no need to brag—I know you sell only the finest.” Handing her a few copper pennies, you concluded the transaction.

Off in the distance, observing from a fruit stand, the town's priest, Aemond Targaryen, maintained a stern countenance. Anxiously, he squeezed a fresh lemon, his agitation evident as sour juice dripped down his hand.

The man harbored an aversion towards old maids —a belief instilled in him by his religious associates that older, unmarried women held malevolent intentions. Witnessing you, a beautiful young maiden engage in conversation and make purchases from the questionable female merchant troubled him greatly.

Although Aemond recognized you from church, encounters were infrequent. He could not help but adore the sight, your delicate curls peeking from beneath a plain cotton cap and your flawless skin aglow in candlelight.

Passionate thoughts swirled inside him, intensifying his yearning. Aware of the detectability of his intentions, yet driven by a perceived necessity, Aemond Targaryen resolved himself to take action.

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The following day, the priest set out early on his journey to visit the reputed “witch” at the street market. As he walked along the picturesque path, he contemplated the intricacies of life and the lengths to which people go in pursuit of something as pure as true love. Simple-minded was the Priest.

Upon arriving at the older woman's booth, the priest made his presence known with an ostentatious cough and a disdainful gaze.

“How may I assist you, sir?” she murmured, nimble fingers interlocking as they cracked.

In a rushed and fearful tone, his eyes darting around the foggy surroundings, he whispered, “I am in need of a remedy for sleep deprivation, perhaps a sedative?”

The woman frowned, deepening the wrinkles on her face, and pressed her dry lips together in the chilly autumn morning. Doubt crept into her mind about his true need for such a remedy, but regardless, she opted to assist the man.

“I happen to have a concoction that is perfect for your needs, sir… It's a combination of herbs and oils that works wonders!”

“Very well… And how much would this… remedy cost?” he inquired.

With a smile directed at her customer, the woman relished in the business at hand, finding pleasure in her ability to profit, regardless of the identity of her clientele.

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Lacking a mother and with a father consumed by work, you shouldered the responsibility of cooking, cleaning, and tending to the various chores around the house. With no siblings to assist you, friendly neighbors occasionally lend a helping hand. On this particular day, you embarked on the preparation of a meal featuring chicken and potatoes. The potatoes were already peeled and simmering in the kitchen. It was time for the next step.

Embracing a lively and clucking chicken, you approached your neighbor's porch and called out for the farm boy.

“Jace!…Jace…Oh, please!”

The boy came running to your aid, gasping and breathless.

“What happened? What's wrong?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

You gently revealed the chicken still nestled against your chest.

“Could you please slaughter this chicken for me?” you whispered softly, tears welling in your desperate eyes.

“It's no trouble at all! I'll be happy to do it,” Jace responded warmly.

He took the chicken from your nurturing hold, inadvertently brushing his hand against your damp palm. Jace peered into your sorrowful face, his heart aching for you. Regardless, he smiled as he positioned the chicken on the wooden block.

“You're so tender-hearted and sweet,” he remarked.

With a single swift motion, the chicken's head was abruptly severed, blood spilling onto the woodblock below.

Seated side by side on a decaying bench, you and Jace carefully plucked feathers from the lifeless creature. Occasional glances were exchanged between the two of you, catching each other staring. At that moment, it was the most beautiful evening you had experienced in a long time. A sense of profound joy washed over you, as if the world had tenderly embraced your being, infusing you with a soothing warmth that refused to let go.

“Ah, I should get going… the potatoes are still boiling,” you remarked, feeling a mixture of reluctance and excitement.

You hurried inside, but not before glancing back, shamelessly grinning at Jace, tilting your head and stretching your neck enticingly.

“Save me some food, won't you?” the boy giggled, his eyes filled with mirth.

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Sunday was the day when I would rightfully seize what was truly mine. My beloved sweetling was always faithfully attending church on Sundays, never daring to miss the service. As the somber ceremony unfolded, I meticulously prepared the consecrated elements, with a sinister focus on the bread. This bread, destined for her consumption, had already succumbed to the vile touch of the necessary evil bestowed upon me. I cannot take full blame, for I had assistance in my actions.

Throughout the ritual, I clutched it tightly in my hand, its presence serving as a chilling reminder of my nefarious purpose. As the line began to form, my sweetling found herself twelfth in line, unknowingly inching closer to her fate. With each passing moment, a wicked anticipation grew within me, anticipation for the moment when our eyes would meet. Finally, she stood before me, her innocent gaze locking with my predatory stare. In that fleeting instant, I almost forgot the sinister reason behind my presence. It was our first intimate encounter.

“Body of Christ…"

“Amen…"

I watched her devour the bread, and with a slow stride, I passed by her. Briefly, my arm brushed against her shoulder, providing a fleeting warmth that offered a momentary solace in the chilling confines of the church. The congregation began to take their seats, oblivious to the darkness unfolding. I couldn't help but fixate on my sweetling, her countenance gradually relaxing, devoid of any emotion. The effects of the tainted product were taking hold swiftly, and I realized the extent of its potency. I understood that my plan had succeeded, and a shiver of satisfaction coursed through my veins.

After a while, the room grew eerily silent as people started to leave, their voices reduced to muffled whispers and their footsteps fading into the distance. The surrounding seats emptied, leaving only a handful of stragglers. From a distance, I watched her, a supposed sleeping girl, her vulnerability stark against the backdrop of indifference. No one reached out to offer help or even spared a passing glance. The collective indifference was a cruel reminder of the harsh reality we inhabit. And as I beheld this cruel scene, an unbidden smile crept across my face, pride that I couldn't suppress. I approached her slowly and cautiously, my steps measured and deliberate. There she lay, resembling a late summer nymph, peacefully snoring like a kitten. Gently, I touched her forehead, my hand sliding beneath her hood to reveal a simple plait in her hair. With a light touch, I loosened the braid, letting her hair cascade freely.

Taking out my pocket knife, I carefully began to cut open her modest dress. At that moment, her eyes fluttered open, and her index and middle fingers tapped irregularly on the armchair. The only swift movement came from her eyes, shifting from right to left, and then right again, an unsettling rhythm.

"Whhas..whhaA.."

I watched as she grappled to string together a coherent sentence, her words stumbling and faltering along the way.

Then I started and didn't stop.

Gently grasping her bosom, applying pressure to feel their firmness. Resting my head against their velvety skin, I deeply breathed in her sweet aroma. With gentle motion, my finger delicately slips into her wet cunt before being brought back into my mouth. I find her utterly delicious.

Consumed by an overwhelming desire, I reached a tipping point where I simply had to satisfy my craving. Carefully fiddling with the laces on my breeches, I extracted my cock and eagerly plunged into her. Intermittently, our gazes intertwined and a solitary tear traced down her delicate cheek. And when I was done, I made her decent and went home.

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Trapped in the suffocating grip of immobilizing paralysis, your mind became a twisted maze, rendering coherent thought an elusive mirage. Your desperate attempts to gather your scattered musings were futile, as they slipped through your grasp like sand slipping through an open hand.

Gradually, whispers of distant voices and fleeting glimpses of faces emerged from the depths of the ethereal realm. A swarm of eyes, suspended in the air, fixated their piercing gaze upon you, their silent judgment seeping into your vulnerable state.

"Leave... leave me be," you called out in a hoarse voice, the plea laced with desperation. But they persisted, unyielding to your pleas, forcing you to shut your eyes in an attempt to shield yourself from their relentless scrutiny.

And then, amidst the darkness, you saw him - the mirror image of the haunting figure etched in your mind. His white hair cascading like a waterfall, and his eye, a haunting shade of lilac, drilling into the depths of your soul. A wave of nausea churned your stomach, and cold sweat trickled down your forehead as you tried to steady your breath, inhaling deeply.

But as anxiety consumed you, an uncomfortable cramp seized your body, and shortly after, your frail form succumbed to the violent upheaval of vomiting. Panic surged within you as you fought to sit up, feeling weak and breathless. With trembling hands, you attempted to salvage your torn dress, desperately trying to maintain a semblance of dignity amidst the chaos enveloping you.

Strange voices began to echo around you, their words snaking into your consciousness. Shadows lurked in every corner of the church, their presence casting a sinister pall over the space.

"I... I didn't do anything," you stammered, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion, as doubts crept into your mind.

"Did you really?" the voices whispered back, their tone laced with accusation, their words slithering like venomous serpents.

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@valleyof-goldenlilies

[kedreeva]

I work in a whole foods supply store, and one of our customers is a lovely old lady who lives out on a rural property, way beyond the city limits.

A pair of peacocks have nested and made babies at the edge of her land (two clutches so far this year), and she has taken it upon herself to feed them, so she comes to us to buy food - seeds, chopped nuts and dried fruits.

I know she means well, but she says the babies now come to her door to 'beg' for food, which means they're habituating, so I feel like she's doing them more harm than good.

If you knew of someone doing this, would you leave them to it, or try to dissuade them? Also, is the food I described above actually okay for peacocks?

She says the peahen is a bright, beautiful, unblemished white, which I thought was quite rare? She is going to bring me photos on her next visit...

Unless you're in India, they're not habituating because they're not wild animals, they're feral domestics. If they're hanging around and being fed, congrats, she's got free range peafowl. It's free birds!

As for the mix, I would cut out the nuts. Fruits are fine but they don't really like citrus and they shouldn't have avocado. Fresh fruits are better than dried, dried concentrates the sugars and doesn't provide any hydration. If she'll listen to you, tell her you have a friend that breeds peafowl and that they suggested better treats would be live mealworms or superworms, dubia roaches, farm-raised hornworms, or mouse pinkies. They also like fish (at least feeder fish, but possibly also larger fish they can pick apart) and meats. They can be given veggies, but they don't rip things apart the way chickens do their beaks are not as able to tear into hard things, so veggies should be chopped small. They will happily rip up greens or melons that are cut open though. Banana too! They love banana and berries.

Black oil sunflower seed and safflower are good seeds, limit corn intake. No beans allowed except refried ones. Planting clover in her yard will be a good source of nutrient-rich greens (and good for bees!).

But honestly, a good high-protein dry chow with some water added fresh to it will provide a lot of benefit, just as much attention, and probably be cheaper since you can get 50lb for like $20. I use Belstra 28% turkey starter crumble from a local feed mill. It may not look as interesting but my birds get a LOT of varied treats and chow mash is one they'll eat every day without any hesitation, and leave nothing behind. The only other treats that is true for are bugs and farmer's helper golden egg nugget treats. Even peanuts they have turned their noses up at a couple of times.

As for the white color, it's not that rare. A lot of people don't like to keep them because they get dirty easily and because colored birds often HATE them. Hens often won't mate with them if they can see other males, and males often attack or attempt to chase off white hens. In the wild, a white animal draws attention and opens the flock to predation.

[sidewalkchemistry]

Simple Tips

Store fruit and veggies whole. This will allow them to keep longer, as their surface degrades faster when it has been cut and exposed to air – makes sense, right?

Handle your fruit and veggies gently, as bruises and cuts will lead to rotting which can also spread to other veggies stored nearby.

10 Rapidfire Veggie Storage Tips

#1 Leafy Greens

Lettuce, spinach, rocket, kale and chard can be stored in a sealed container or reusable produce bag in the fridge after being washed and spun to promote hydration.

#2 Tomatoes, Chilli & Capsicums

Fresh tomatoes, chillies and capsicums should be stored on the bench at room temperature until ripe. To preserve for longer, just pop them in the fridge.

#3 Garlic, Onions & Potatoes

Store in a cool dark place and they will keep well for up to a few months. Hint: don’t store potatoes with onions and garlic, as they release gases that may quicken decay.

#4 Pumpkins or Squash

Whole pumpkins can be stored for months in a cool, dry place out of direct sunlight. Sliced pumpkin should be stored in the fridge with the seeds removed, as these decay faster than the flesh.

#5 Cucumbers, Zucchini, Eggplant & Fennel

These immature fruits have thin skin that is sensitive to bruising and cuts, so handle carefully. Store them dry in the fridge in an unsealed reusable bag to allow for airflow.

#6 Carrots, Celeriac & Parsnip

Storing them in a reusable bag in the fridge with their tops removed will allow them to last for over a week (or longer).

#7 Beetroot, Turnips & Radish

Remove the leaves as soon as you get home to preserve the moisture within the roots (keep the leaves for compost or to feed your chickens or worm farm). Store the roots in a reusable produce bag in the fridge.

#8 Cabbages, Broccoli & Cauliflower

As broccoli and cauliflower are the unopened flower buds of a plant, they are best consumed within 3 to 4 days, before they begin to open and turn yellow. Store them in a crisper in the fridge in a reusable bag. Cabbages, however, will last for weeks.

#9 Celery & Soft Herbs

Celery and soft herbs such as parsley, chives and basil can be stored in a jar of water on the kitchen bench at moderate room temperature. Otherwise, in hotter months they can be washed and wrapped in a damp tea towel in the fridge.

#10 Dry Herbs

Dry herbs such as rosemary, thyme and oregano can be stored on the kitchen bench. The flavour becomes more potent as the herb dries, allowing them to keep for a long time. Once fully dry, seal in a container to sprinkle over your food later.

[anxious-anura]

Fae Farm; A Basic Guide

POSSIBLE SPOILERS

THIS WILL BE UPDATED AS I HAVE TIME

Friend-able Characters

Eddy

Alaric

Cleo

Frida

Merritt

Drak

Wisp Mother

Oorlich

Zido

Igni

The Marquis

Bjorn

Kasper

Miles

Rita

Romance-able Characters

Argyle

Gifts: Blob Globs, Bug Juice, Bullfrog, Common Toad, Ecto Dew, Fae Dust, Flutter Dust, Frog Sweat, Nectar, Rainbow Frog

Pepper

Gifts: Berry Jam, Cheese, Clay Brick, Cotton Fabric, Fish Jerky, Flour, Fruit Preserves, Mushroom Jerky, Nut Butter, Pickled Greens, Pickled Roots, Pickled Shellfish, Pickled Veggies, Stone Brick, Wool Fabric

Galan

Gifts: Azure Spud, Baked Mac and Cheese, Charred Fish, Chili Pepper, Crystal Pepper, Deep-sea Delight, Flame Heart, Frost Beet, Grilled Mushroom, Magic Bean, Mystic Macarons, Scrambled Eggs with Fruit Salsa, Seafood Spaghetti, Twilight Salad

Jack

Gifts: Brown Snail, Candied Fruit, Deluxe Fruit Tart, Fruit Pies, Fruit Salad, Flutterwood Lumber, Grilled Fruit, Oak Lumber, Sporewood Lumber

Nhamashal

Gifts: Copper Ingot, Feyrite Ingot, Iron Ingot, Polished Amethyst, Polished Aquamarine, Polished Citrine, Polished Emerald, Polished Peridot, Polished Rose Quartz, Polished Sapphire, Polished Topaz, Silver Ingot

Pyria

Gifts: Berry Tea, Black Hyacinth, Black Lily, Black Rose, Black Zinnia, Blossom Brew, Fae Fairy, Gloom Shade, Milk Tea, Myst Fairy, Willow Wisp

Backpack Upgrades (Skye, Supplies and Sundry)

500 Florins

2,500 Florins

8,000 Florins

Home Upgrades

Starting Home

2,00 Florins , 25 Copper Ore, 25 Beech Log

4,000 Florins, 25 Iron Ore, 25 Oak Log

6,000 Florins, 3 Copper Ingot, 3 Beech Lumber

8,000 Florins, 3 Iron Ingot, 3 Oak Lumber

10,000 Florins, 15 Feyrite Ore, 15 Flutterwood Log

Hazy Haven

4,000 Florins, 3 Copper Ingot, 3 Beech Lumber

6,000 Florins, 3 Iron Ingot, 3 Oak Lumber

8,000 Florins, 2 Feyrite Ingot, 2 Flutterwood Lumber

10,000 Florins, 15 Silver Ore, 15 Sporewood Log

15,000 Florins, 3 Silver Ingot, 3 Sporewood Lumber

Fae Acres

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Produce Stand

2,000 Florins

7,000 Florins

Tool Upgrades (All Tools)

Copper: 200 Florins, 1 Ingot

Iron: 500 Florins, 2 Ingot

Feyrite: 1,500 Florins, 3 Ingot

Silver: 2,500 Florins, 4 Ingot

Orichalcum: 3,500 Florins, 5 Ignot

Critter Net

Sturdy Critter Net: 1,000 Florins, Critter Catching Level 3, Critter Net

Advanced Critter Net: 2,500 Florins, Critter Catching Level 5, Sturdy Net

Master Critter Net: 5,000 Florins, Critter Catching Level 7, Advanced Net

Fishing Rod

Sturdy Rod: 1,000 Florins, Fishing Level 3, Basic Rod

Advanced Rod: 2,500 Florins, Fishing Level 5, Sturdy Rod

Master Rod: 5,000 Florins, Fishing Level 7, Advanced Rod

Animals (Coop and Barn must be unlocked before you can buy.)

Coop

Chickoo: 200 Florins

Cottontail: 200 Florins

Coop Trough Upgrade: 1,500 Florins

Barn

Mamoo: 300 Florins

Woolyhorn: 300 Florins

Barn Trough Upgrade: 1,500 Florins

Merchants

Fresh Out Of The Oven (Dominic)

Flour: 85 Florins

Butter: 35 Florins

Holly’s Seed Shop (Holly)

Turnip Seeds: 5 Florins

Cauliflower Seeds: 6 Florins

Bean Seeds: 12 Florins

Potato Seeds: 10 Florins, Farming Level 10

Corn Seeds: 15 Florins, Farming Level 15

Pepper Seeds: 20 Florins, Farming Level 20

Bounteous Fertilizer: 35 Florins, Farming Level 3

Zippy Fertilizer: 35 Florins, Farming Level 3

Magic Crop Swap Fertilizer: 50 Florins, Farming Level 3

Daisy Print Wallpaper: 100 Florins, 1 Paper, 1 Beech Lumber

Caramel Checkered Flooring: 100 Florins, 10 Clay, 1 Polished Topaz

Dry Bamboo Flooring: 100 Florins, 5 Sugarcane

Treemendous Trees (Willow)

All Fruit Saplings: 450 Florins

Beech Sapling: 20 Florins

Oak Sapling: 30 Florins

Fruit Wallpaper: 100 Florins, 1 Paper, 10 Chopped Fruit

Grass Flooring: 100 Florins, 50 Plant Fibers

Fresh Bamboo Flooring: 100 Florins, 5 Sugarcane

Supplies and Sundry (Skye)

Backpack Upgrades: ^^^^

Masonry Wallpaper: 100 Florins, 1 Paper, 10 Clay Brick

Cream Hardwood Flooring: 100 Florins, 5 Beech Lumber

Orange Brick Flooring: 100 Florins, 5 Clay Brick

Deep Azure Hardwood Flooring: 100 Florins, 5 Oak Lumber

Smokey Hardwood Flooring: 100 Florins, 5 Oak Lumber

Robin’s Egg Hardwood Flooring: 100 Florins, 5 Frostwood Lumber

Vermilion Hardwood Flooring: 100 Florins, 5 Ancient Lumber

Nautical Flooring: 100 Florins, 5 Sporewood Lumber

Fish Shelf: 200 Florins, 1 Small Empty Shelf

Tea Shelf: 200 Florins, 1 Small Empty Shelf

Pantry Shelf: 200 Florins, 1 Small Empty Shelf

Bag Hook: 100 Florins

Wall Clock: 300 Florins, 1 Copper Ingot, 1 Beech Lumber

Fishing Gear: 100 Florins, 5 Rope

Glass Bulbs: 100 Florins, 1 Rope, 1 Glass

Simple Ladder: 100 Florins, 1 Rope, 6 Oak Log

Wall Scroll: 100 Florin, 1 Paper, 1 Oak Log

Wonderful Wearables (Millie)

Charles’ Comfy Creations (Charles)

Emily’s Eccentric Extras (Emily)

Rose and Shine Flower Seeds (Rosalind)

House of Healing (Vera)

Millions of Bees (Mel)

Merchants’ Guild Shop (Pearl)

Comfy Critter Inn (Kasper)

Haute Cuisine (August)

Job Quests (You can only have ONE job quest active at a time)

THIS WILL BE UPDATED AS I COMPLETE THEM

Growing Goals - Holly (10 Total)

Harvest 30 Vegetables in one day.

Make florins selling 40 vegetables in one day.

Harvest 12 seasonal vegetables.

Use Zippy Fertilizer 12 times.

Harvest 12 potatoes.

Craft 12 pickled vegetables.

Harvest 12 Fae Crops.

Craft 12 Fae Seeds.

Make florins selling 48 Fae vegetables in one day.

Harvest 12 seasonal grains.

Reward: Farmer Outfit

Wings

Mystic Wings: 1 Polished Garnet, 10 Magenta Trillium, 10 Flutter Dust

Violet Wings: 1 Polished Amethyst, 10 Magenta Zinnia, 10 Flutter Dust

Butterfly Wings: 1 Polished Aquamarine, 10 ???, 10 Flutter Dust

Dragonfly Wings: 1 Polished Peridot, 10???, 10 Flutter Dust

Fae Wings: 1 Polished Rose Quarts, 10???, 10 Flutter Dust

Dark Wings: 1???, 10 Black Tulip, 10 Flutter Dust

Feathered Wings: 1???, 10???, 10 Flutter Dust

Violet Wings: 1 Polished Amethyst, 10???, 10 Flutter Dust

Silver Wings – 1???, 10???, 10 Flutter Dust

Color Palletes

Soft Yellow: 100 Florins, 30 Sand Dollar, 30 Yellow Tulip

Soft Orange: 100 Florins, 30 Ammonite, 15 Orange Rose

Soft Pink: 100 Florins, 30 Coral, 15 Pink Lily

Soft Teal: 100 Florins, 30 Oyster, 15 White Tulip

Vibrant Sepia: 500 Florins, ???, 30 Small Honeycomb

Vibrant Yellow: 1,000 Florins, ???, 30 Small Honeycomb

Vibrant Ochre: 500 Florins, ???, 30 Small Honeycomb

Vibrant Azure: 5,000 Florins, ???, 30 Blue Hyacinth

Vibrant Pink: 5k gold, 3 Polished Rose Quartz, 30 Pink Hyacinth

[olderthannetfic]

https://olderthannetfic.tumblr.com/post/741872748055396352/as-someone-who-loves-to-cook-very-international-a#notes

One thing I completely forgot to mention. For anyone who eats meat: A GOOD BUTCHER! Too many people really need to find a good butcher, because more than half the "bland" meat based dishes will remedy themselves if you find a good butcher. Especially if you manage to build a line of communication to get cuts of meat as fresh as possible, you'll get fresh and well tasting meat. There's a world of difference between a good butcher's cut piece of meat, and most of what you might find in a supermarket. You know how chicken is considered some of the driest and least flavourful meat? If you get a good butcher who knows some chicken farmers, you might actually be able to get some actual fat and flavourful chicken that gets to eat grass and whatever it can find outside, instead of the mass production farm chicken that get feed with pellets. So much can impact the flavour of meat. You'll also feel much more satisfied eating meat only a few times a week if those cuts actually taste good and filling, which can cut down on your meat consumption, obviously also paired with fresh and flavourful veggies and other sides. And so we don't forget it, same goes for a seafood market. Especially seafood honestly. Some seafood really only tastes good "out of the water, into the pan, onto your plate." If it takes too long, you'll end up with less than stellar tasting meat. You also get fish and seafood that way that hasn't been processed with chemicals and other additives to keep it fresh longer. Flash frozen is also a valid form to get fresh unprocessed fish, so don't be afraid if you hear the fish you're buying was flash frozen. And for vegetables and fruit: A good farmer's market, or at least a list of in-season veggies and fruits. Veggies and fruit will always taste best within their harvesting season. A farmer's market will often have more focus on flavour and actual aroma, rather than how supermarkets some times mostly focus on the looks of the produce. Some vegetables and fruits that you get at the supermarket might be watery and bland, or even dry/woody and stringy, while the farmer's market, mainly/especially for local produce will be a lot more flavourful and aromatic. Having the option to use veggies that actually taste like something really does a world of difference for your diet!

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There's a place in the Bay Area where you can go select your chicken or duck and wait for them to slaughter it. Depressing, maybe, to have to look your dinner in the face before it's killed, but one meets an interesting cross-section of Chinese immigrants, people who want halal food, etc. Last time I was there, a little old lady told me I needed to make chicken soup immediately on returning home and not refrigerate the chicken, wait, or try to do dishes like roast chicken that require more fat because these particular chickens are too lean.

She said most people have never tasted a proper dish made from freshly killed chicken, at least around here.

[coqxettee]

Coquette Spring

Romanticizing my Spring 🌸

Spring has been so peaceful so far. I spend my mornings reading, doing yoga, journaling in bed and eating a light breakfast whilst looking out my cottage window at the birds and wildlife that come into my garden ♡

Only wearing the sweetest of colors for my cotton candy aura, baby pinks and blue’s that radiate Spring time. Pink gingham, denim shorts, floral dresses, milkmaid dresses and jelly sandals with frilly socks to give into my inner child ♡

Wearing my baby pink, heart shaped sunglasses now the sun is making it’s way here ♡

Coating myself in sugary, vanilla, floral body sprays and perfumes for Spring. Marc Jacob’s Daisy & Miss Dior ♡

Watching cartoons or reading fairytales in the garden, and imagining what life would be like if I was whisked away into the fairy stories I read about ♡

Walking up to the local shop and listen to “Lana del rey” to stock up on lollipops and bubblegum, the perfect sweets for this time of year ♡

Picking out a cute outfit to go to the market. The markets are on every weekend and I love when the sun is shining and I can find a quiet spot under a tree at the market, to read or write in my diary ♡

Baking heart shaped cookies, or cakes with sugary-sweet icing for my family to enjoy, whilst listening to vintage music in the kitchen, and wearing a sweet little apron. All the pastel baking utensils too! Ahhhh! ♡

Collecting heart shaped plates, mugs and cups, pretty picture frames and vintage things to adorn my country kitchen with ♡

Hanging out my nightgowns and pretty Spring dresses in the garden to dry, makes my country cottage garden even more beautiful ♡

Eating strawberries and cream lollipops whilst flicking through my vintage magazines on my bed, and swooning over all the handsome actors in them ♡

Long Spring evening walks, then coming home in the garden and making flower crowns and daisy chains ♡

Trips to the garden centre on sunny days, wearing a cute outfit and taking my tote bag, drinking lemonade in the cute cafe and having girly, gossip chats with my mum. Looking at all the cottage core accessories in the gift shop and going to the indoor market afterwards to buy fresh fruit and Vegetables ♡

Light Spring meals of fruits and vegetables that I’ve picked out at the garden centre that day ♡

Coming home in the evening to watch “Bridgerton” and play board games with my family ♡

Eating ice lolly’s on particularly sunny days and writing in my journal at my vanity ♡

Wearing coconut body lotion and rose scented hand cream to stay the sweetest girl in town ♡

Buying fresh bunches of flowers to put in my cottage and in my bedroom, so everywhere smells sweet and delightful ♡

Splashing in puddles on really rainy days, dancing in the rain with my pink raincoat and catching raindrops on my tongue ♡

Running about the garden in my pink milkmaid dress, going to the local farm to see the alpacas and chickens ♡

Feeling like a Spring woodland fairy, trying to spot wild deer and bunny’s in my local wood ♡

Having Picnics and Tea Party’s with extra special treats. Sugary biscuits and fruity tea’s to feel like Marie Antoinette ♡

Pretty baby pink or yellow manicure. Light colored nails for this time of year ♡

Painting watercolors and doing Spring crafts as the nights draw out and the days get longer ♡

Fuzzy socks, warm cups of tea and Disney movies in the evenings. Bambi, Cinderella and Sleeping beauty ♡

Collecting Sylvanian families to put in my little doll house in my bedroom. I’m growing my collection hehe ♡

[elminx]

Witch Tips: 8 Ways To Advance Your Kitchen Witchery

Note here: as always, not all of these tips will work for everyone. Take what resonates with you and leave the rest. Where you are in life (how old you are, your budget, and where you live) will influence which of these are available. That’s okay.

One of my biggest frustrations with Kitchen Witch spaces online is that they are (almost always) simply a list of recipes or general kitchen correspondences. Sure, these are parts of kitchen witchery, but there’s more to it than that. I’ve decided to compile a list of things you can do to up the practical side of your craft. You’ll notice that these are not magical tips, per se, but tips on how to deepen your connection to the food you eat and craft with.

Join a CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) Farmshare

I’m starting with the big guns here. A CSA is a way to buy a share of a local farm. You give the farmer money ahead of the season (often in the fall, but you can sometimes sign up year-round), and then you get weekly or monthly pickups of their produce all season long. There are so many ways this supports kitchen craft: you are supporting a local farm in your community, you are guaranteeing yourself local seasonal produce, and it’s a great way to save money.

CSAs tend to be a big investment up front, but the payoff is great – pound for pound, you don’t get those prices in a store. With some CSAs, you can go directly to the farm and choose some or all of what you take home, while others give you a premade box. Some deliver or have pickup points in major cities all over the country. Some come with pick-your-own herbs, tomatoes, and flowers. This is a better choice for an adventurous eater – you will encounter things you’ve never eaten! (If you’re a pickier eater, the next tip might be more your style) Some places have CSAs that include more than just vegs, too. In my area, I could sign up for a meat share, a fruit share, an egg share, and even a flower share!

Visit Your Local Farmer’s Markets

If you like complete control over what you eat but also like the idea of supporting local agriculture, farmer’s markets are a great place to start. You will find anything from in-season fresh-picked produce to eggs, meat, local honey, and more! They are also a great place to find fruit seconds during canning season. When you buy directly from a farm, the money goes into the farmer’s pockets, and the food is often cheaper without the grocer’s markup. Plus, you may get to talk to the people who grow your food, which is a big win in my book. This option is great because it does not involve a big investment like a CSA, and you can buy only what you will use.

Grow Your Own

If the above two options aren’t available to you, or you want to try out your green thumb, why not grow your own herbs, fruit, or veggies this season? I’m not suggesting starting a whole-scale garden if that’s not something you have ever done before – start small and manageable. Pick one thing you KNOW you will eat and grow that. This takes more planning because you must consider your space and time constraints. All plants need soil, light, and nutrients, but each has different needs. Most herbs, tomatoes, and peppers can be grown in containers in smaller spaces, while other plants need a lot of room to grow. A lack of outdoor space can be remedied with a few grow lights. If you’re starting for the first time, this is a list of herbs that are very easy to grow for beginners so long as you give them enough light to thrive: basil, cilantro/coriander, garden sage, lemon balm, mint, lavender, oregano, parsley, rosemary, and thyme.

This can be a really budget-friendly option, too! Many areas have active plant groups with friendly people who are very willing to donate an old grow pot and a start to a newbie gardener. Plus, if you’re growing it yourself, you don’t need to purchase it in a store.

Can, Freeze, Dry, Dehydrate, and Save

If you end up with a CSA or grow your own, there will likely be a point in the season when you have a bounty too large to consume. When we have enough, we share or save for later. This isn’t a manual on the best ways to preserve your harvest, but you definitely can preserve it for a later date. And, I promise you, nothing is more rewarding in the dead of winter than pulling out something you preserved in the height of summer. Your preservation methods will change depending on what you have an excess of. If you want to get into water bath canning, I suggest picking up any version of the Ball Blue Book, which gives you directions on safe canning methods. If you live in a dry climate, you can dry your herbs by hanging them, but if you’re like me and live in a humid zone, a dehydrator is a safe way to avoid pesky mold issues. Many fruits and vegetables can be frozen, cut up, or whole. Do some research here – you’ll be surprised by what you find.

Use Those Scraps

If you want to be frugal and more environmentally friendly, start keeping your kitchen scraps. Bones and leftover vegetable ends can be frozen and later turned into broth. Citrus peels can candied, dried, or infused into vinegar or vodka. Apple peels can be turned into pectin for jam or jelly making. The ends of tender herbs like cilantro, basil, and parsley can be pulsed into pestos and sauces. The rinds on parmesan cheese can be saved to add to soups or sauces for some extra umami. I could go on, and I’m sure there are a million uses for kitchen scraps I’ve never heard of. If you are interested in this, there are many folk magic resources about using what you already have, and that would be a good place to start. Being frugal saves money and keeps unnecessary waste out of landfills.

Compost

Speaking of landfills, how about keeping your vegetable scraps out of them altogether? Many improvements in composting have allowed it to be done in much smaller spaces. I have a postage stamp-sized backyard, but I have two large compost bins that I rotate using yearly so that one is always curing while the other is being filled up with new produce. Plus, I have natural fertilizer for my garden that came from my kitchen! If you don’t have outdoor space, devices on the market now can compost your kitchen scraps in a few hours. Some seem to be rated for bones, which is pretty cool. They still seem to be pricy, but it’s an option if you can afford it.

Make Your Own

Are you into baking? Did you know you can make your own vanilla extract by putting a vanilla bean into some vodka? It’s virtually eternally reusable because you simply refill the bottle every time you use it. (Sidenote: for a deeper flavor, sub in your favorite dark liquor for the vodka here) Now, you have vanilla extract, which is also vanilla vodka. This also works for other extracts (mint, coffee, and almonds come to mind), but you should research how long to infuse them. Do you love pies? You can make and can your own pie filling while the fruit is in season. Do you love tacos? Make your own salsa. This can really level up your witching because it gives you an extra chance to infuse your magic into your food – once while you prepare the base ingredients and again when you cook them into your meal.

Pick-Your-Own

There is nothing quite like making a strawberry shortcake from start to finish. For me, that starts in the strawberry fields. Picking the berries myself guarantees the best and freshest berries! And it creates a great link between me and the plant where it was growing. In my area, I can pick herbs, flowers, salad, tomatoes, and beans at my local farm share, but depending on the season, I can also find you-pick strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, and apples. I try to take advantage of every one. This weekend, I’ll be staying near a you-pick lavender farm and will definitely be visiting there, too! Since you do the work to pick your own, the produce prices tend to be lower, too. This is a great way to get outdoors and connect with what you are cooking with where it is growing.

Wild Harvesting

This comes with several caveats: You ABSOLUTELY need to do your own research and be 100% sure of your plant identification before you eat anything you harvest from the wild. A mistake can literally kill you! If you have known food allergies, this is not the tip for you—trying any food you haven’t had before is a risk of an allergic reaction, so don’t risk it. Additionally, some wild foods are protected or endangered. Know before you harvest. Take only what you’ll use and leave some for the animals. Practice safe wild harvesting, too – avoid taking from places near major roads, cemeteries, or known hazardous waste dumping grounds for your own safety. On the other hand – harvest invasives to your heart’s content!

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There are, of course, a million ways to kitchen witch and this is simply some of the ways that I like to connect more deeply with my food in all stages of its journey. How do YOU kitchen witch? I'd love to hear more about it - feel free to send me asks telling me what you like to do.

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[adinathindia]

How to Get Farm Fresh Dry Fruits in Bulk to Retail Sales?

Choose the finest Farm Fresh Dry Fruits wholesaler in the market; where they can provide you with each dry fruit you need in your required wholesale quantity, and can deliver it all over India!

[000marie198]

prime bros headcanon- once Nine is exposed to fresh food like fruit and vegetables not from a can or dehydrated or whatever New Yoke had Nine is almost as ravenous as Mangey. Like he'll eat a tomato like an apple and not care, it's better than the crap back where he's from. His brother's find it a little weird at first until Nine brings something back from New yoke and make them try it.

(Love your prime bros stuff btw!)

As Nine is too used to everything being so so processed and artificial and not natural, fresh fruits and veggies are both heaven and hell. They taste delicious but the first time he overeats, it makes him sick because his body is not used to digesting this kind of diet.

Once the bros learn how the things in New Yoke were like, Tails suggest to start slow, like moving to tasty and good packaged snacks and foods and then gradually adding purely fresh things to Nine's diet.

Speaking from experience, a sudden start from packaged food to the fresh, non-packaged one is not that easy. Where we live, everyone uses milk being delivered fresh from the farms. I couldn't drink it (still can't without flavouring) because I was so used to the taste of packaged milk. That also includes every single milk product like yogurt and butter. While we used to buy them packaged before, we now make them at home. They are much more healthy and delicious but it took a while to get used to it. Thankfully we had fresh veggies and fruits and other meals instead of things always being canned or packaged.

Anyways, Nine would be unable to switch so suddenly but he loves it all the same. Besides, it's not like New Yoke's disgusting and dry diet; food and snacks is something he actually relishes now. Though, once he does get used to eating fresh food, you'll see him munching on the most random of things in the most random situation. The baffled, "Where did you get that?" moments are very amusing whenever it happens.

Similarly, Sails doesn't like things that aren't made of seafood or coconuts. The first things he actually likes from the land are chili dogs and fruits.

Mangey can... digest everything. Like a goat.

(Thanks! :D )

[the-starry-seas]

Caves like these are common Tatooine. Set above underground rivers and aquifers, they are perfect for farming. The rocks are cleared from the cave floors, and used to mark out sections of farmland, similar to cairns marking hiking paths. The largest base stone of these cairns are engraved with symbols that note soil type and quality, and how much sun the area gets at different times of the day.

The main crop is from the gnarly-branched, low-laying, drought-resistant fruit trees that managed to survive long enough to adapt to desert environments. They are cultivated for both larger harvests, and fewer thorns - the latter evolved naturally as a defence against herbivores, but are greatly annoying to harvesters. Black melons are a common ground crop, as are cereals grown from offworld seed. While most clothing is spun from bantha wool, a flax-like crop is also grown in these caves, to weave a linen-like material.

Typically, the best light sources are split between the tree and cereal crops. Flax is planted in the fringes, as hand-me-downs and mending result in far less demand for new clothes as opposed to more food. The black melons are spread across the entire cavern floor.

These cave-orchards are a deeply guarded secret. Tuskens reveal their location to nobody outside their tribe, and kill outsiders who stray too near, in the same way that they protect the few wells they still have control over. Most farms have fallen fallow, due to the soil losing its ability to sustain life, or the groundwater drying up.

They are also typically part of an extensive cave system, which helps protect their secrets. Outsiders get lost in the warren surrounding them, if they venture near in teh frist place. These other caves are used by Tuskens for a variety of purposes - living quarters, stables, meeting areas, storage for objects too large or heavy to carry, and more. The entire weaving process takes place in these caves, as the looms are stored here, rather than carried with the tribe.

Most caves are visited several times throughout the year, as harvest dates are intentionally staggered so that they have a steady supply of fresh food. Each tribe has a handful of agriculturists who know the most about the cave and its crops, but every member of the tribe contributes to harvest. Those who aren't physically capable - due to age, injury, or pregnancy - will take on roles in childcare, cooking, and other support roles, so that the harvest can be concluded as swiftly as possible. The less time spent, the less likely it is for their presence to be noticed, or for the orchard to be discovered.

[thedamnedlamb]

Lamb of Chaos- Foggy Memories

The Lamb looks into their reflection on the surface of the water as the wind blows and leaves rustle, the well they used at the cult of the Damned currently being completely filled. The Lamb has been a source of fiery inspiration for those that join. Their large and toothy smile, their hysterical voice and laughter, their passionate and inspiring sermons and speeches. But behind it all was a small, angry, and confused Lamb.

The Lamb remembers vaguely being brought back from death by the One who waits, and even vaguer is the memories before even that. Surrounded by those like them, other Lambs, perhaps family. A large family, a loving family, ones they can’t remember the faces or voices of. The home they had, a beautiful farm filled with life. Fruit trees and berry bushes, fields of wheat and red flowers. The sounds of leave’s rustling in the wind, the smell of fresh fruit and flowers, the smell of fresh bread.

But it doesn’t last forever…….however

the plants start to wilt and die, food becomes scarce, disease start to spread. The Lamb remains untouched by these effects and has to watch as their home, their family, and their species as a whole die off slowly and painfully. Why are they still alive, why are they still here. Their family is dead around them, their farm destroyed, why were they the only one left.

The sound of dead leaves scraping the ground, the sound of dead and dry twigs snapping, the smell of death and rot. How long are they going to be alone surrounded by the dead trees and skeletons of the ones they called family? How long until whatever killed their family and destroyed their home comes for them too.

Eventually…finally found and captured. taken to be sacrificed to the Bishops of the Old Faith. The Lamb only comprehends a few things in these last moments before they are sacrificed. They are the Last Lamb in existence, the last of their kind. Their kind is truly dead. They Burn the appearances of Heket and Kallamar of Famine and Pestilence into their mind, the two most responsible for killing off their kind.

And once their head hits the chopping block to be chopped off, they hear the familiar sound of leaves blowing in the wind, and the smell of fresh fruit. they don’t get a chance to see the source of their nostalgia before seeing white.

The Lamb is shaken out of their foggy flashback by a follower, they are worried about the Lambs distant stare. The Lamb reassures them that they are okay, they forgot what they were thinking about anyway. They only remember listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves on such a lovely day.

[hournites]

I saw Hournite and immediately rushed to send in an ask! 😁 "Is this a date?" -Rhuben

Homemakers

Beth wiped silky cobweb film on her patchwork jeans. Mindful to not let her upbringing with wealthy parents and a spotless home cloud her judgment, she stepped away from the giant 80s curtains, continuing to meander through the fixer-upper. The wooden floorboards were swollen with old water damage and spreading apart by the front foyer, creaking beneath her tennis shoes. A stubborn stale smell lingered in the air, even after Rick opened windows to stop her sneezing.  

“I know it needs work.” Rick glanced around at the stains and barebones furniture, seeing his home through her eyes for the first time. “A lot of work.” 

“That doesn’t matter.” She turned around, full with so much gratitude. To her knowledge, Rick had never let anyone visit his house. When he casually suggested they stop by because he forgot his hourglass in his room, she nearly kicked her feet with giddy. She was happy just to be on his property for the first time, she didn’t expect him to give her a private tour. “I think this place is wonderful.” 

“It’s a shithole,” he corrected, shrugging a shoulder. “There was a pipe leak just last week. You don’t have to lie.” 

It wasn’t a lie. She wasn’t about to deny that it needed serious TLC. The rugs could use a good beating and every room she saw was practically begging for a deep clean. The only mirror was dirty and cracked in the bathroom. The couch could at minimum use a cover, but honestly needed to be replaced…Swiffer could do a commercial here for their mops. No dishwasher and a clothesline for his flannel to dry. At the same time, in all its depressing neglected glory, many trinkets belonging to Rick’s parents were left behind by Matt Harris, writing them off as worthless in value. It was humbling and reassuring to see the reminders of the house this once was. It brought Rick’s past alive. 

In fact, she was certain she could transform this into a rustic, positive and hospitable space Rick wouldn’t have to feel ashamed of. With some flowers in window planters and a few fruit trees for Grundy, they could even revive the farm and make it beautiful again. 

“Nonsense.” Sitting down on a soft duvet in the room they ended up in, she slipped her hands behind herself to curb the itch she had to fetch her goggles and measure dimensions. She flashed him a grin instead. “It just needs a trip to Ikea.”

“…Ikea?” he repeated, like it was a foreign word. 

Beth gave him an excited nod. “Mmhm!” 

Rick crossed his arms with a strange look on his face, leaning against the doorpost as she looked around, noticing a mismatching vibe she couldn’t quite place. She sniffed after another tickling sneeze, nose no longer quite so clogged with dust mite. An earthy scent greeted her at last. A hint of sandalwood and trees.

 “It smells so good here.” She settled in, crossing one leg underneath the other and pulled out her phone for Ikea’s web browser while ideas were still fresh. “Best spot so far.” 

“This is my room,” he told her, amused. “And that’s my bed, so you’re smelling me.” 

She gaped at him, ignoring the flush warming her cheeks. “Your room?” 

But there wasn’t a single personal item here on display! No books, snack wrappers, or any pictures…There was the bed and a chair, and, yes, admittedly now she did see his phone charger plugged into the outlet in the corner, but…she at least expected the hourglass to be somewhere noticeable. 

“What?” he teased. “Didn’t think my bed would be made?”

She stood up, sensitive to what was growing between them and unsure how to proceed. “I didn’t say that!” she protested hotly. 

“I know, B. I’m kidding.” 

His tone went soft. Like he loved to ruffle her feathers for the opportunity to gently set her at ease. 

Opening his door to her also opened a part of  himself that Beth always craved after. As guarded as he first was that she knew everything about where he came from, he’d quickly adapted and affirmed her presence much like the baby steps it took for Rick to invite her to sit shotgun in the Mustang. And now it was her unofficial official seat. 

“But why is it always you now,” Yolanda used to whine when Rick picked them up for school. Beth would shrug innocently, like she hadn’t been aware their dynamic was charged from the start. 

She wasn’t sure how long he’d ever had the peace they fostered in the Mustang, knowing this was the very place he’d used the car for to escape. It wasn’t lost on her that their friendship filled a lot of voids. Connection, solidarity, and, well, partnership. Which, at first, worked in the traditional sense on the team, but had now sailed into the uncharted gray area beyond intense friendship. She couldn’t help longing for more. And, she knew, she was the one that usually tested the boundary as the extrovert of the two, but it secretly thrilled her when it was Rick’s doing, which he was more often. 

It had only occurred to her that she’d never let Rick into her bedroom all the times he’d stayed over. Why was that? Her parents never set out any ground rules. And there she was, curling up in his private space–She could only dream what was running through his mind. Was there such a thing as too comfortable? How much was too much?

“And—” she continued to justify, even though Rick never asked. “I likely have your scent memorized because I’m familiar with your car. Or something.”

“Sure.” Rick lifted an eyebrow at her, and kept going. “Or, you just really like my aftershave.” Bending down, he pulled out a storage container from under his bed with a padlock and that had all his stuff. 

Beth glanced out the window at the field of dry grass, hoping he’d open it too when the room only grew warmer as more unwarranted thoughts of Rick shaving leisurely swirled around her head. 

Meanwhile, Rick latched onto the golden chain of the hourglass and slipped it round his neck. She decided she’d rather be embarrassed about finding such random things Rick does attractive than stay sad about the state of his living habits, clearly developed from living with his uncle. He deserved a teenage room, not a hotel safe. Now that thought drove her to wrap her arms around his middle. 

“Thanks for bringing me here.” 

Rick returned her hug hesitantly, genuinely confused. “Is this just an excuse to smell me?” 

“No,” she said with a roll of her eyes, a teeny tiny fib–she’d already buried her face into his shirt. But this was not the time for that, so she sacrificed the sandalwood for propriety and regretfully pulled away. “I know it matters, that’s all. You could’ve told me to wait in the car but you didn’t. So, thank you.” 

He nodded and Beth stepped back, folding her arms.“So, Ikea after training?” 

She watched him nervously rub his jaw and added, “We can set a budget. And you get veto power over anything we get.” She crossed her heart but in their business, didn’t think it prudent to hope to die. 

“Okay, but I veto.” 

Her hand is still over her chest. “You veto.” 

“It’s my budget not yours.” 

“Okay, but can I buy a few things?” 

“Define a few.” 

She held out a hand. “Ten things?” She saw his face twist and quickly adjusted. “Five things! Five things you really want!”

“One thing. Maybe. I’ll pay you back later. And, I’d need your advice anyway so don’t give me that look. And this is my house, not yours.” 

She saluted as he shepherded her out of his room with a hand on the small of her back.  “Message clear and understood.” 

-.-

“Is this a date?” She peered into a display box with a dozen different door knobs in one of the Ikea showrooms. Rick gave her a long sideways glance as he pushed a cart twice the length of Courtney’s staff. 

“What?” She laughed in his pointed silence. “People go on Ikea dates all the time! They browse interior decor, ask probing questions to get to know each other, share Pinterest ideas to share their dream house aesthetics, and find pieces that fit both styles. There’s a restaurant to eat Swedish meatballs for dinner…Not to mention the teamwork required afterwards for assembly.”

“You think building furniture together with wordless instructions is romantic?” 

“It can be with the right person! And a pair of very useful AI goggles. Or a guy with very convenient strength.” She picked up an eight dollar lampshade. “This one?”

He wrinkled his nose. “Does it come in black? And I thought you were very against using JSA stuff for non-JSA things.”

“Exceptions can be made–Are you sure you want black? That’s a depressing color.” 

“I’m sure.” 

She sighed, resigning to the unforgivable fact Rick was a monochromatic minimalist by default. She noted it down to collect in the maketplace. “So, is this a date?”  

The long cart came to a stop. Rick rested his elbow against the metal grate handle. “Believe it or not I do have standards. I’m not having a first date be a trip to Ikea because my house is so ugly it rendered you to tears.” 

She laughed again in disbelief, having so much fun. “I did not cry!” 

“You hugged me!” 

“Because you smelled really good, and I was in your room, which also smelled really good, and I was happy,” she explained, gesturing wildly. 

“You’re going to bump into that dresser,” Rick warned her, avoiding a backwards collision with the KOPPANG by tugging her close just in the nick of time. 

Greeted by sandalwood yet again, she whispered, “So a first date in your books would not include Ikea at all?”

“Not a first date. Not any date.”

“Noted.” She peered at him quickly, then glanced away to watch other families and couples shop, clasping her wrists behind her back as they walked along the long natural way. Rick strayed away to pick up a few things.

It was when she got lost going through the Turkish rug samples hanging from the ceiling that an arm wrapped around her and she got a kiss on her cheek felt all the way down to her toes.