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[uniqueartisanconnoisseur]

Summer Travel Essentials 2024

With the passing of Memorial Day, the 2024 Summer travel season is upon us! Do you have certain things that make your summer travel better? I know I do! I am sharing some of my favorite tips and summer essentials finds! A Book in hand. This is a repeated phrase of mine, but I have to have a book when on the road. Whether to read while riding along, or before bed, I always bring a read along.…

[buckets-and-trees]

Now That I Saw You

Characters/Pairings: lawyer!Bucky x curvy!female assistant reader Word Count: 4k Summary: Finally home from the work trip to Norway where things changed with your boss, you are uncertain about what the future means exactly, but eager to see him again. Sequel to What You Want.

Content Warnings: modern AU, slight power dynamic, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, body reverence/worship, use of "plum" as a term of endearment, sex in a semi-public place

Logistical Notes: My August entry for @buckybarnesevents Build-a-Bucky-Bingo using the BODY WORSHIP prompt and week 3 of Hot Bucky Summer hitting up that SOMEONE ELSE'S HOUSE prompt.

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Normal breathing, you thought to yourself as the driver pulled up the drive of the massive estate of Alexander Pierce, one of the senior partners of the law firm where you worked. This was your first time attending the firm’s New Year’s Eve party since you’d only begun working for Bucky in the early spring, and although you were only Bucky’s assistant, you had heard enough directly and indirectly to know that making an appearance here mattered. Bucky had insisted that you didn’t need to feel obligated to come – especially since he’d kept you away from your family over Christmas when the weather had made it impossible to fly home from the business trip to Norway. He had even insisted on paying for flights for you to go straight home instead of making the long drive to your hometown.

What he didn’t know was that you had called and changed your return flight from January 2 to December 31.

Bucky was close to making partner, and you wanted to show that you were one of the small but dedicated team he had in his office that took their work supporting Bucky seriously.

And while being home for some delayed holiday time with your family had been nice, the longer you were there, the more you were itching to get back to New York and figure out what life was going to look like with your boss post-Norway.

Five days of normal business followed by the three “stranded” days of Nordic adventures, shopping, sightseeing, dining, spoiling, and so much sex. So much sex.

With Bucky.

Your boss.

A valet stepped up to open your door as the Uber driver stopped in the circular receiving area of the driveway at the front of the mansion. As you stepped out and began walking up the steps, you were glad you went with the modest heels rather than the strappy high heels your best friend had tried to coax you to pick when you FaceTimed her while getting ready. Since you were nervous about enough other things, you didn’t need to worry about your shoes tonight.

Things like the bolder shade of lipstick you’d put on, or the sexiest dress you’d ever worn, or simply the fact that you didn’t know where everything that happened in Norway left you with Bucky Barnes.

Minor things to trifle over, really.

You gave your name to an attendant at the front. They scanned the list, smiled, welcomed you to the festivities, and gestured toward the staff taking care of a coat check just inside, off to the right of the grand foyer.

You gave your name to an attendant at the front. They scanned the list, smiled, welcomed you to the festivities, and gestured toward the staff taking care of a coat check just inside, off to the right of the grand foyer.

As you approached the coat check, you couldn't help but marvel at the opulence surrounding you. The foyer was a masterpiece of marble and gold, with a grand staircase sweeping upwards and crystal chandeliers twinkling overhead. You were enveloped by a pleasantly thick scent of gardenias and champagne, mingling with the soft murmur of conversation and tinkling laughter from the rooms beyond.

You slipped off your coat, revealing the dress you'd agonized over for hours. It was a deep emerald green, hugging your curves before falling in a silky waterfall to your ankles. The neckline dipped low, and the back was even lower, leaving you feeling both sophisticated and slightly exposed.

The attendant handed you a small golden ticket in exchange for your coat, and you tucked it carefully into your clutch. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the evening ahead. The butterflies in your stomach were performing an intricate ballet, a mix of excitement and nerves that left you feeling slightly lightheaded.

As you turned to face the grand ballroom, you were immediately enveloped by the soft glow of candlelight and the gentle tinkling of champagne glasses. The room was a vision of elegance, with towering floral arrangements adorning every table and shimmering gold accents catching the light. The air was filled with the gentle hum of conversation and laughter, the tinkling of champagne flutes, and the soft strains of a live orchestra.

You took a tentative step forward, your eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar face. The sea of designer gowns and tailored suits was intimidating, and you found yourself second-guessing your decision to attend. Just as you were considering a hasty retreat, a warm, familiar voice called your name.

"Hey there, stranger! I was hoping you'd make it tonight."

You turned to see Steve Rogers, Bucky's best friend and fellow lawyer at the firm. He approached, moving with a swift grace as he always did, his broad shoulders filling out an impeccably tailored navy suit, a glass of champagne in each hand. He’d be intimidating if you hadn’t forged a wonderfully warm friendship over the past months working in the office. You admired how much he wanted to take care of those around him, unafraid to speak up whenever needed, and equally ready to make someone smile.

Even now, the tension in your shoulders eased at the sight of him and his bright smile.

“Bucky will be happy to see you!”

You ducked your head a moment, taking a sip of the champagne he offered. “He will?”

“I don’t think he could tie his shoes anymore without you,” Steve exaggerated, but the compliment warmed your insides anyway.

Steve offered you his arm and then led you further into the party.

Your senses were overwhelmed by the sheer grandeur of the event. Everywhere you looked, your eyes drank in more exquisite details infusing the atmosphere. You passed by a magnificent ice sculpture of the firm's logo, its edges glinting in the candlelight. You passed by tables laden with delicacies from around the world - tiny caviar-topped blinis, glistening oysters nestled in beds of ice, and delicate pastries that looked almost too beautiful to eat. Waiters in crisp white jackets glided effortlessly through the crowd, their trays balanced with flutes of golden champagne and jewel-toned cocktails.

You couldn't help but feel a bit like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole. Each new sight was more wondrous than the last. To your left, a living statue covered in shimmering gold paint posed gracefully atop a pedestal, her movements so subtle you had to blink to be sure she was real. To your right, an aerialist in a glittering silver bodysuit performed breathtaking feats on silks suspended from the vaulted ceiling, twirling and spinning in mesmerizing patterns.

Near them, a group of women in shimmering gowns laughed melodiously, their jewelry catching the light with every gesture. You nodded politely at a few familiar faces from the office, but your attention was divided, always seeking. You noticed Alexander Pierce himself holding court near a grand fireplace, his silver hair gleaming as he regaled a captive audience with what was surely a riveting anecdote.

As you and Steve wove through the crowd, your eyes continued to roam, searching for one face in particular. The anticipation built with each passing moment, your heart quickening its pace. You nodded politely at a few familiar faces from the office, but your attention was divided, always seeking.

Then, as if drawn by an invisible thread, your gaze was pulled across the room to finally land on Bucky Barnes, looking devastatingly handsome in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo. His dark hair was newly trimmed since you last saw him, sleek in a way that made your fingers itch to rake through it and over his scalp. He was engaged in conversation with a small group, his head thrown back in laughter at something someone had said.

Suddenly, Bucky's attention shifted to you, his eyes locking onto yours across the bustling room. The laughter died on his lips, replaced with a bit of wonder and an impossibly charming grin. Immediately heat was pooling in your stomach, nerves somewhat calmed, but a different itch pitching inside you.

The world seemed to slow down as Bucky excused himself from his group and began making his way towards you. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him approach, his eyes never leaving yours. The crowded room seemed to part for him, or perhaps it was just your imagination playing tricks on you.

As he drew closer, you could see the slight widening of his eyes as he took in your appearance. His gaze traveled slowly from your face down to your toes and back up again, lingering on the curves accentuated by your dress. When his eyes met yours again, they were dark with an intensity that made your skin tingle and memories of your time in Norway together flash vividly through your mind.

"You're here," Bucky said softly as he reached you, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "I thought you were still with your family."

You smiled, trying to keep your voice steady. "I wanted to surprise you. I hope that's okay?"

"More than okay," he murmured, his eyes still roaming over you appreciatively. "You look absolutely stunning."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at his compliment. "Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself," you replied, taking in his impeccably tailored tuxedo.

Steve cleared his throat beside you, reminding you both of his presence. "I'll leave you two to catch up," he said with a knowing smile, giving Bucky a pat on the shoulder before disappearing into the crowd.

Suddenly alone with Bucky, you felt the air between you crackle with tension. The noise of the party faded into the background as you stood there, lost in each other's gaze.

"Can I get you a drink?" Bucky asked, gesturing towards the bar.

You lifted your half-empty champagne flute. "I could use a refill," you said with a smile.

Bucky's hand found the small of your back as he guided you towards the bar, the possessive heat of his touch sending flames radiating across your skin. You were acutely aware of every point of contact between you, rejoicing and regretting over choosing the dangerously low and exposed back that allowed him skin to skin access in this moment.

As you waited for your drinks, Bucky leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. "I can't believe you're here," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "Since Norway, you’ve been on my mind constantly.

Your heart raced at his words, memories of passionate nights, morning, afternoons, and so many stolen kisses streaming through your mind. "I couldn't stay away," you admitted softly. "I needed to see you."

Bucky's eyes darkened with desire, his gaze dropping to your lips. For a moment, you thought Bucky might kiss you right there, in full view of everyone. But he seemed to catch himself, remembering where you were. Instead, he reached past you to collect your drinks from the bartender - a flute of golden champagne for you and a tumbler of amber whiskey for himself.

"Come with me," he murmured, his voice husky and filled with promise. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining as he led you away from the crowded ballroom.

Your heart raced as you followed him down a dimly lit corridor, the sounds of the party fading behind you. Moonlight streamed through tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. His fingers tightened around yours as he glanced back, a roguish glint in his eyes.

At the end of the hall, he paused before an ornate wooden door. With a quick look around, he turned the handle and drew you inside. You found yourself in a luxurious study, shelves of leather-bound books lining the walls and a grand desk dominating the center of the room.

Bucky took your glass and his and set them on the desk. Then his strong arms encircled your waist and drew you to him. "We shouldn't be in here," you whispered, even as excitement coursed through your veins.

"Shh," he replied, pulling you closer. His lips found yours in a searing kiss that made your knees weak. You melted against him, hands roaming over the broad planes of his shoulders.

As Bucky's lips moved against yours, all thoughts of propriety and caution melted away. Your hands slid down his chest, fingers curling into the lapels of his tuxedo jacket as you pulled him closer. The kiss deepened, pent-up longing and desire pouring out between you.

Bucky's hands roamed your back, tracing the exposed skin left bare by your daring dress. And the way he touched you? Reverently worshipping the curves and plump flesh you were usually so insecure about? This was why you dared to show more than you typically did. He made you believe you were gorgeous. His touch ignited sparks along your spine, each caress stoking the fire building within you. You gasped as he nipped at your lower lip, using the opportunity to sweep his tongue into your mouth.

The taste of whiskey on his lips mingled with the lingering champagne on yours, creating an intoxicating blend that left you dizzy with want. You pressed yourself closer, desperate to eliminate any space between your bodies. He slipped a finger beneath the strap on your shoulder and pushed it down, tugging until he freed one of your breasts. He hummed as he began to palm it with his large hand, and you arched into his touch.

Suddenly, Bucky broke the kiss, and spun you around. You gasped and brought both hands out to steady yourself on the edge of the desk.

Bucky's lips traced a burning path down the curve of your neck, pausing to nip gently at the sensitive spot where it met your shoulder. You shivered as his warm breath ghosted across your skin, goosebumps rising in its wake. His kisses continued their southward journey, open-mouthed heat following the elegant line of your spine.

Each press of his lips felt like a spark igniting your nerve endings. The cool air of the study contrasted sharply with the heat of his mouth, creating a delicious tension that had you trembling. As he moved lower, his hands skimmed down your sides, fingers tracing the curves of your waist and hips with reverent appreciation.

As Bucky sank to his knees behind you, his hands slid down to your hips, his breath now teasing the small of your back. The anticipation built, your heart racing as you felt him gather the silky fabric of your dress in his hands, lifting it inch by tantalizing inch. The whisper of the material against your skin was electric, heightening every sensation. When he reached your hips, he paused, his fingers tracing the lace edge of your panties.

"You're exquisite," he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

Slowly, reverently, he began to peel your panties down. The delicate lace clung to your curves before giving way, sliding down your thighs.

You shivered as the cool air hit your exposed skin, a mix of anticipation and nervousness coursing through you. Bucky's hands caressed your thighs, urging them apart, his touch both soothing and electrifying. You could feel his hot breath against your most intimate areas, causing a fresh wave of arousal to wash over you.

"God, I've missed you," Bucky groaned, his voice husky with desire. "Missed tasting you."

Without further preamble, he leaned in and ran his tongue along your slit, eliciting a gasp from you. Your fingers gripped the edge of the desk tighter as he began to explore you with his mouth, his skilled tongue alternating between long, languid strokes and quick, teasing flicks.

You bit your lip to stifle a moan, acutely aware of the party continuing just down the hall. One of his hands snaked around to caress your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. The dual sensations had you panting, struggling to keep quiet as waves of pleasure washed over you. The thought of being caught only added to the intensity of sensations swirling through your body.

Bucky's tongue worked magic between your thighs, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on your most sensitive spots. Your legs trembled as the pleasure built, threatening to overwhelm you. You bit down on your lip, desperately trying to muffle the moans that threatened to escape.

"Let me hear you, plum," Bucky murmured against your heated flesh. "I want to know how good I'm making you feel."

His words sent a shiver through you, and you allowed a soft whimper to escape.

Encouraged, Bucky redoubled his efforts, his tongue circling your clit with increasing pressure. One of his hands slid up your inner thigh, and you gasped as he slowly pushed two fingers inside you.

The dual sensations of his tongue on your clit and his fingers curling inside you had you seeing stars. Your hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against his face as you chased your release. The coil of tension in your core wound tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment.

Just as you were about to tumble over the precipice, the sound of approaching voices in the hallway made you freeze. Panic mingled with arousal as you realized how exposed you were, bent over the desk of what had to be Alexander Pierce’s private study.

But Bucky was undeterred, and you bit your lip to stifle your moans, acutely aware that you were in a semi-public space. The thought of getting caught only added to the thrill, your arousal only surging more, lapped up by his wicked tongue. He worshipped at the altar of your sex with so much devotion, you weren’t quite ready to think about the implications of yet.

Bucky's fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made your toes curl. His tongue continued its relentless assault on your clit, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The voices in the hallway grew closer, and your heart pounded with a mixture of fear and exhilaration.

"Bucky," you whispered urgently, your voice trembling. "Someone's coming."

He hummed against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. "Then you better come first," he murmured, his voice muffled but determined.

The voices in the hallway grew louder, and you could make out snippets of conversation about quarterly reports and market projections. Your heart raced, torn between the need for release and the fear of discovery.

Bucky, however, seemed to relish the added excitement. His ministrations became more intense, his tongue flicking rapidly against your sensitive bud while his fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot with each thrust. The combination of pleasure and danger pushed you closer to the edge.

"Come for me," Bucky whispered against your heated flesh, his breath sending shivers through your body. "Let go, plum. I've got you."

His words were your undoing. The tension that had been building inside you finally snapped, and you came with a silent scream, your body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over you. Bucky's mouth and fingers worked you through your orgasm. Your legs trembled as the aftershocks of your orgasm rippled through you. Bucky's touch gentled, his fingers slipping out of you as he pressed soft kisses to your inner thighs. The voices in the hallway faded, moving past the study door without pause.

With shaky hands, you pushed yourself up from the desk, your breath still coming in quick passes. Bucky helped drop the fabric of your dress back down to the floor and rose to his feet behind you. He turned you back around to face him and brought you back into his arms. You could feel the hard line of his arousal pressing against you, but he seemed unconcerned over seeking his own relief.

"You're incredible," he murmured, his lips brushing your forehead. "So beautiful when you come undone for me."

He dipped down and pressed a kiss to the swell of your still exposed breast before then bringing your dress back up and over your shoulder, setting it completely right again.

Your hands slid up to loop around his neck. His eyes were dark with desire, his lips slightly swollen from his ministrations.

"That was…" you trailed off, unable to find the right words.

"Amazing," Bucky finished for you. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it sent a fresh wave of arousal through you.

But before either of you could be tempted into anything else, the voices in the hall returned.

"I'm telling you, Alexander, the Ultron account is a goldmine waiting to happen," a booming voice declared footsteps drew closer.

Bucky quickly reached for the drinks on the desk, pressing your champagne flute into your fingers. The he dipped to the floor, snatched up your panties, and pocketed them. You bit your lip, and he smirked at you.

"I appreciate your enthusiasm, Wilson, but I'm not convinced the risk is worth the potential reward," came Alexander Pierce's measured reply as the door opened.

"Barnes! There you are," Alexander Pierce's voice boomed as he entered the study, followed by two other senior partners. "We've been looking for you."

Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure everyone could hear it.

Bucky turned, his body language relaxed and confident despite almost being caught in a compromising position.

"Mr. Pierce," Bucky greeted smoothly, his voice betraying none of the tension you felt. "I was just showing my assistant the impressive library you have here. We both share a passion for rare first editions."

You nodded. "It's truly remarkable," you managed, proud of how steady your voice sounded.

Pierce's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked between you and Bucky, but his expression remained neutral. "Indeed it is," he said, moving towards one of the bookshelves. His hand swept over one of the shelves. "I'm particularly fond of this Hemingway collection. However, I’m afraid I can’t entertain you with its history and how I had to hunt them down presently. I’m actually glad we found you, Barnes. We have some urgent matters to discuss regarding the Stark Industries merger. I’d like to bring you in on it, if you’re game."

"Of course, sir,” Bucky nodded, his professional mask slipping for only the briefest of moments, but you saw the excitement there for the opportunity presented.

"Excellent," Pierce said, clapping his hands together. "Gentlemen, have a seat." He turned to you, his smile polite but dismissive. "Thank you for your interest in the collection, and, please, enjoy the rest of the party."

You nodded, understanding the clear directive. "Of course, Mr. Pierce. Thank you for your hospitality."

As you moved to leave, Bucky caught your eye. His gaze was intense, filled with unspoken promises. "I'll find you," he mouthed silently, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you slipped out of the study, leaving Bucky to his impromptu meeting. Your mind was reeling from the events of the last few minutes - the passionate encounter with Bucky, the near-miss of being caught. Mostly, though, you were happy you had come after all and were eager to spend the rest of the evening with Bucky. At a party like this where business and pleasure stood side by side, you knew the host couldn’t be gone in his study for long, and then Bucky would return to your side, and you’d be able to ring in the New Year just right.

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It's been SO LONG since we've seen these two! I hope it was a nice return to them.

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[greenwitchcrafts]

September 2023 witch guide

SEPTEMBER 2024:

September 2023 witch guide

Full moon: September 29th

New moon: September 14th

Sabbats: Mabon September 23rd

September Harvest Moon

Also known as: Autumn moon, falling leaves moon, song moon, leaves turning moon, moon of brown leaves, yellow leaf moon, wine moon & Full corn moon

Element: Earth

Zodiac: Virgon& Libra

Animal spirits: Trooping Faeries

Deities: Brigid, Ceres, Ch'ang-o, Demeter, Freya, Isis & Vesta

Animals: Jackal & snake

Birds: Ibis & sparrow

Trees: Bay, hawthorn, hazel & larch

Herbs/plants: Copal, fennel, rye, skullcap, valerian, wheat & witch hazel

Flowers: Lily & Narcissus

Scents: Bergamot, gardenia, mastic & storax

Stones: Bloodstone, chrysolite, citrine, olivine, peridot & sapphire

Colors: Browns, dark blue, greens & yellows ( Earth tones)

Energy: Balance of light & dark, dietary matters, employment, health, intellectual pursuits, prosperity, psychism, rest, spirituality, success & work environments. Also cleaning & straightening mentally, physically & spiritually.

Technically, the Harvest Moon is the Full Moon closest to the September equinox around September 21st. The Harvest Moon is the only Full Moon name determined by the equinox rather than a month. Most years, it’s in September, but around every three years, it falls in October.

In September, the Full Moon is the Corn Moon from the Native American tribes harvesting their corn. It can also be the Harvest Moon, which corresponds with the Anglo-Saxon name, while Celtic and Old English names are Wine Moon, Song Moon, and Barley Moon.

Mabon

Also known as: Autumn Equinox, Cornucopia, Witch's Thanksgiving & Alban Elved

Season: Fall

Symbols: Acorns, apples, autumn leaves, berries, corn, cornucopia (horn of plenty), dried seeds, gourds, grains, grapes, ivy, pine cones, pomegranates, vines, wheat, white roses & wine

Colors: Blue brown, drk red, deep gold, gold, indigo, lead green, maroon, orange, red, russet, violet & yellow

Oils/incense: Apple, apple blossom, benzoin, black pepper, hay/straw, myrrh, passion flower, patchouli, pine, red poppy & sage

Animals: Dog, goose, hawk, swan, swallow & wolf

Stones: Agate, amethyst, carnelian, lapis lazuli, sapphire, yellow Agate  & yellow topaz

Foods: Apples, blackberries, blackberry wine, bread, carrots, cider, corn, cornbread, grapes, heather wine, nuts, onions, pomegranates, potatoes, squash, vegetables, wheat & winw

Herbs/plants: Acorn, benzoin, cedar, corn, cypress, ferns, grains, hazel, hops, ivy, myrrh, oak, pine, sage, sassafras, Salomon's seal, thistle, tobacco & wheat

Flowers: Aster, heather, honeysuckle, marigold, milkweed, mum,passion flower& rose

Goddesses: Danu, Epona, Modron, Morrigan, Muses, Pomona, Persephone, Sophia & Sura

Gods: Esus, Green Man, Hermes, Mabon, Mannanan, Toth & Thor

Issues, Intentions & Powers: Accomplishment, agriculture, balance, goals, gratitude & grounding

Spellworks: Balance, harmony, protection, prosperity, security & self confidence

Related festivals:

• Sukkot- is a Torah-commanded holiday celebrated for seven days, beginning on the 15th day of the month of Tishrei. It is one of the Three Pilgrimage Festivals (Hebrew: שלוש רגלים, shalosh regalim) on which those Israelites who could were commanded to make a pilgrimage to the Temple in Jerusalem. In addition to its harvest roots, the holiday also holds spiritual importance with regard to its abandonment of materialism to focus on nationhood, spirituality, and hospitality, this principle underlying the construction of a temporary, almost nomadic, structure of a sukkah.

• Mid-Autumn festival- also known as the Moon Festival or Mooncake Festival, is a traditional festival celebrated in Chinese culture. Similar holidays are celebrated by other cultures in East & Southeast Asia. It is one of the most important holidays in Chinese culture; its popularity is on par with that of Chinese New Year. The history of the Mid-Autumn Festival dates back over 3,000 years. The festival is held on the 15th day of the 8th month of the Chinese lunisolar lunisolar calendar with a full moon at night, corresponding to mid-September to early October of the Gregorian calendar. On this day, the Chinese believe that the Moon is at its brightest and fullest size, coinciding with harvest time in the middle of Autumn.

• Thanksgiving- This is a secular holiday which is similar to the cell of Mabon; A day to give thanks for the food & blessings of the previous year. The American Thanksgiving is the last Thursday of November while the Canadian Thanksgiving is celebrated in October

• Festival of Dionysus- There were several festivals that honored Dionysus, the God of wine. It was a time of fun, games, feasting & drinking wine.

Activities:

•Scatter offerings in a harvested fields, Offer libations to trees

• Decorate your home and/or altar space for fall

• Bake bread

• Perform a ritual to restore balance and harmony to your life

• Cleanse your home of negative energies

• Pick apples

• Have a dinner or feast with your family and/or friends

• Set intentions for the upcoming year

• Purge what is no longer serving you

•Take a walk in the woods

• Enjoy a pumpkin spice latte

• Donate to your local food bank

• Gather dried herbs, plants, seeds & pods

• Learn something new

• Make wine

• Brew an apple cinnamon simmer pot

• Create an outdoor Mabon altar

•Adorn burial sites with leaves, acorns, & pinecones to honor those who have passed over & visit their graves

Many cultures see the second harvest (after the first harvest Lammas) and equinox as a time for giving thanks. This time of year is when farmers know how well their summer crops did, and how well fed their animals have become. This determines whether you and your family would have enough food for the winter. That is why people used to give thanks around this time, thanks for their crops, and animals, and food. 

The name Mabon comes from the Welsh God, who was the son of the Earth Mother Goddess. However, there is evidence that the name was adopted in the 1970s, and the holiday was not originally a Celtic celebration.

Some believe Night and day are of equal legth and the God's energy & strength are nearly gone . The Goddess begins to mourn the loss she knows is coming, but knows he will return when he reborn at Yule.

Sources:

Farmersalmanac .com

Wikipedia

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

Mabon: Rituals, Recipes & Lore for the Autumn Equinox Llewellyn's Sabbat Essentials

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Imagine being Ruggie sister who somehow got in to night raven as a student and everything progress on and them as a Ramshackle perfect due to them being a kind person like Tanjiro and strong yet but of a nerd liked Deku with a unique magic of growing plants

What's more she a home maker due to them living in the slums ( like meding clothes, cooking, fixing things as she can, using home remedies when sick and help their bother with the kids at home ) with Ruggie and too working hard to get out of there as they wanted to be a doctor

Let's say due to their genuine kindness Leona, Malleus, Idia, Jamal, Carter and Riddle have a unhealthy obsession crush with Ruggie sister who doesn't share the same romantic feeling and only sees them as a friend

Ruggie's Little Sister Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Perfectly built for Ramshackle, you happily take to it despite your brother’s insistence you stay next to him in Savvannaclaw. But you’ve never been one to listen to your big brother and you can definitely handle it. You probably fare better than the original in terms of dealing with Night Raven. Because you know how to sweet up boys with mean attitudes, maybe a little too well:

Leona Kingscholar

“Look herbivore, don’t try to boss me-”

“Who’re you calling herbivore!? I’m talking to you, about this lazy cat behavior!”

“Lazy cat-”

“(Y/n) please–”

“No Ruggie, you baby him far too much! I’m stepping in!”

He at first really hates you

Like really 

You do all the things Ruggie does just not for him

In fact you make him do things that make him tired

It’s a pain 

But for whatever reason he’s getting especially happy when you praise him

Only for you 

He’s violent with anyone who comments on the work you have him doing

Its the only reason he keeps in your good graces and thats enough for him

“I’m proud of you, Leona! Now come I’ve cooked up some fillet mignon and it has your name on it!”

“It better. I’m never doing my own laundry again.”

“Hahaha yes you will.”

Ruggie is nervous about this but appreciates you picking up the slack

It sometimes bothers him how much time his employer starts spending with you

But he’s not too worried Leona understands his desire to protect you

“Huh?! You got him to do that?! What should I expect, you are my little sister.”

“Don’t act like I’m not the cooler one of us two.”

Malleus Draconia 

“Ah horn-dude, I was just looking for you.”

“Horn-dude? And you were looking for me?”

“Yeah I was thinking of adding some gardenias, and maybe some vines for decoration. I wanted your opinion since you like coming by here so often.”

“The vines would pertain to a more beautifully abandoned image…but that might just be my preference.”

“Oh thanks so much, Horns!”

His crush is so obvious 

Talking about you often to his guards and mentor

And whenever anyone goes to talk to him he finds some odd way to incorporate you into the conversation 

Trust me its weird for everyone when he starts talking about you during potions when their dissecting magical creatures

he can’t stop trying to talk to you

But he usually ends up just staring at you from the distance

Waiting until your instincts pick up on his presence

And your forced to invite him to join whatever your doing

“Ah! Horns didn’t see you over there! Do you want in? We’re making paper flowers for the festival want to join?”

“I would love to!” 

“What?! Horns?! (Y/n) why are you lettinghimjoin giving him more paper!? I know what I’m doing!” 

“Sure you do.”

Ruggie’s scared out of his mind 

How did you get mixed up with this overpowered monster

He can’t do too much now without knowing he’s going to die

But if it means saving you from certain doom aka Malleus Draconia it might be worth it

Idia Shroud

“Alright that’s enough!”

“W-what?!”  

“No more games before you finish cleaning your room! Ortho and I can help but–”

“Actually (Y/n)-san, I recently pulled up a study that states letting children clean their own rules helps instill better habits when their adults!”

“Ortho!?”

“Oh great idea! Well we’ll be just outside! Come on Ortho let’s plan out our cosplay!”

“Yes!”

“G-guys?!”

He hates that you mother him

But he absolutely loves it when you mother him

He cries about being in the dreaded friendzone kidzone

But boy does he love the way you pat his head or let him cuddle into your chest

He loves the food you make during marathons

Or how you’ll let yourself be distracted by the games you really like

He gets drastic if you spend too long out of his reach

So he sets up cameras+ 

So he takes any opportunity to speak with you

So he puts others in horrifying accidents

“Heeheh by the time I’m done you’ll be the best girl-gamer in the space. And then it’ll be a given for you to never leave the ultimate guy-gamer!” 

“Ewww keep my sister out of your nerd schemes!” 

“Eeep! An enemy has appeared!”

Ruggie thinks he’s a nerd with no game

But nonetheless he knows Idia’s smart but not street smart

“Hishishsishi can’t set the trap if you don’t have the button! Hardly even noticed me swiping his gadget.” 

Jamil Viper 

“I appreciate the help, (Y/n).”

“Of course, you’re always running yourself ragged…I wanted to do something for you.”

“...I really appreciate the lunches you’ve made for me…it’s been a while since I’ve eaten a meal by someone else.” “Well just give me a call I don’t mind cooking for you or lending a hand.”

He’s smitten nbyond comprehension

Now going out of his way to hypnotize anyone else into a corner when it comes to talking to you

Its the least he does out of retaliation

He knows all his flirting and hints go right over your head

But your still cute 

Until you do get it he’s pulling the rug out from any and all competitors

“Hey (Y/n), why don’t you join me in the kitchen? Maybe, show me how you made those potato crisps?”

“Sure, Jamil I’d love to!”

“Ah ah! Not without me you’re not!”

Ruggie knows Jamil’s like him but smarter

Sly and sneaky

Powers aside Ruggie’s sure Jamil’s problematic for your safety

“Don’t think for a second, I’ll let you have them! I'm not that fond of snakes!”

Carter Diamond 

“Wah~(Y/n) you’re so photogenic! Will you pose for me one more time?”

“Well alright. If it’ll make you happy.”

“It’ll make me more than happy!” He loves how oblivious you are 

He absolutely hates it+

But your just so cute 

He guesses he can forgive it 

And hey while your learning the ropes he’s more than happy to keep you close

“Hey hey don’t forget to keep up our streak!”

“Streak?”

“Yeah we’ve been sharing our photos throughout the day of what we’re doing.”

“Yup! It’s a great way to keep track of her!”

“Ick-!”

Ruggie knows he’s slippery

When it comes to tailing him Cater’s good at giving the slip

“Not on my watch. I’m not giving you the chance, to trick my baby sister.”

Riddle Rosehearts

“That’s entirely unreasonable, I’m not doing that!”

“Grrr (Y/n) these are the rules I thought you would respect that.”

“And I thought you would know to relax!”

He thinks your sweet but totally unreasonable

So he guesses you both have something to learn from each other

You more than him obviously

While he doesn’t think highly of your brother he knows your different

And you belong to him

He’s not going to take ‘no’ for an answer

If this is a battle of wills he’d win it

Even if that means subjecting your bad influences to being beheaded

“Riddle! You can't just put that collar on my brother like that!”

“Yeah I’m not even apart of your dorm!”

“Don’t be mad at me for enforcing rules. I know you know the very least of the rules. It shouldn’t be that much of a surprise that your brother just doesn’t measure up. Which means you should leave him before he drags you down.”

Ruggie is peeved that such a prick is after his sister

But he’s not worried 

He’s definitely not cool enough to keep your attention

Not to mention he’s so easy to anger 

It’ll be fun to rile him up

“Hishishishi so mad oh so fast! You’ll barely survive dating them if your this easy.”

[doodle-pops]

A Hymn For Eternity

Elrohir x reader x Glorfindel

Request: hi mina~! I’m excited I got to make it to your requests open, i hope your doing well 🥰 If you’re ok with trying it: may I request a poly Glorfindel x male!reader x Elrohir pretty please c: if you need more details it could be how they all go about this since I doubt it normal for elves like it can be for humans or what the relationship is like? whatever catches you’re fancy thank you sm for trying this out - @dicksoutformtl

A/N: This was my first time attempting to write poly, so I hope I captured the moment well. I went for reader and their lovers stepping out into public for the first time since they all started courting. Also, searching for a suitable gif is hard 😭.

Word: 1.8k

Warning: none but fluff, polygamy, curious elves

Synopsis: Since the forming of your love for the two beloved Lords of Imladris, this was the first time stepping into the public's eye and facing your greatest fear.

Sitting at the windowsill, you watched the passing couples merrily flaunting about the streets of Imladris with bouquets of flowers, roses and gardenias, in their arms and in their hair. Some would sneakily tease a kiss here and there on each other’s cheeks or lips or one or two of them would vanish behind the hedge of bush, only to stumble out with their clothes rumpled. The sight prompted a wide smile to plaster your face, even going as far as making you cover it behind your flowy robe. Observing the other couples stumbling through the streets celebrating their day of love for one another filled you with joy, but uneasiness since it was also unusual for couples to come in threes.

The day you were proposed to by Glorfindel, followed by the young Lord of Imladris, Elrohir, your entire relationship with them had been filled with nothing but passion and unconditional love. But there was also mysteriousness behind the love you shared. Every meeting was filled with hush-hush silence behind closed doors and vacant premises to avoid the supposed judgemental stares you believed the public would cast your way. It was typically common among your race of humans to engage in polygamy, but not for the elves, or so you thought. You had yet to believe that the elves were conforming to such taboo culture since they were so hellbent on loving one person all their lives. Then Glorfindel and Elrohir walked in.

Still waiting for Glorfindel’s arrival, you could hear the shuffling of Elrohir in the background trying on different coloured robes, wanting nothing more than to match his two lovers on this festive occasion. Caught looking at the constant rustling and the couples on the street, you swivelled your head to catch a glimpse of him holding up a green and blue robe which both matched his cream and brown tunic and trousers.

“Wear the green one,” you commented, breaking into a grin at his pout. It would appear that he wished to wear blue. “It would match well with Glorfindel’s gold.”

Giving a deep hum, he lifted the green robe once more and inspected the material before darting his eyes over to you and nodding. “Green it is then. Time to look like a plant,” he sighed.

Responding with a laugh, you shook your head lightly and returned to the window to continue gazing at couples. Surprisingly, you managed to spot a familiar mop of golden curls weaving through the crowd with two bouquets of flowers, one was lilies and the other was celandines. On his face, he sported a dazzling grin while greeting all the lovely summer couples about the place before snapping his head up to catch your longing gaze. You couldn’t help but give a timid wave to him before watching him return a slight bow and disappear through the archway. His gaze left an eager thump in your heart, knowing that he was about to walk through your door and greet you heart-warmingly.

“Glorfindel is here,” you informed, not turning your head away from the window. You could sense his approaching footsteps, and it wasn’t long before you heard the soft knock followed by the muffled call of your name.

Hopping off the chair, you raised your hand to stop Elrohir and bound for the door. Twisting the knob with enthusiasm, you pulled the wooden door open and marvelled at the stature of your elven Lord before you. To say that he was a work of art was the most creative yet simplest description to define him — you weren’t sure if there were any possible descriptions invented to define them both. Casting a beam at him, you stepped aside and allowed him to enter, noticing the way his eyes lit up upon the sight of Elrohir. Taking a short moment to break eye contact with him, Glorfindel leaned down to peck your lips before strolling across the room to greet his young Lord.

At the sight of Elrohir receiving more attention than you, there was a ting of playful jealousy. “Well, that’s not fair. You see Elrohir more than you see me, and you give him more affection,” you pouted. You stood before the door with your arms folded across your chest and huffed while the two males grinned and snorted at your jealousy.

It was Elrohir who broke away from Glorfindel’s embrace and strolled over your sullen figure, playfully poking your cheeks for you to smile. “Aw, come on now. You know at the end of the day; you’re going to be the one wrapped up in his arms while I sulk on the side.”

“Well, no one told you that you couldn’t cuddle with us, my Lord,” came the smooth voice of Glorfindel. He stood beside Elrohir, fixing the collars of his robes and straightening out the wrinkles. Ignoring his whines and complaints, he continued his mother-hen behaviour before turning to face you and repeating. Once completed, two bouquets of flowers were passed to you both. You were the luckier of the two to receive the celandines, while Elrohir received the lilies.

**

You were beyond nervous, gripping the arms of your lovers like a wild animal refusing to release its prey. It was the first time you were stepping out into public with both lovers on your arm since their confession. No one had ever seen you with either of the Lords fraternising in public, solely to prevent any words from spreading before your moment of reveal. Many things were expected, like the stares of many when either Lord chose to swoop down and bestow a kiss to your cheek like you had seen earlier, or even the lips for the cheeker of the two. You also expected the whispering.

As much as you were attempting to block them out, some still filtered in and earned tight squeezes to the Lord's biceps. None were vicious or vile, they were filled with more curiosity as two lovers were never seen among their kind to one. They never believed that it was possible to love more than one, but here many of Lord’s Glorfindel house and Elrond were witnessing this strange interaction.

Busying looking at the bouquets of flowers at the vendor with Elrohir, Glorfindel had departed to get some treats for you three to munch on while sitting on the hill, you felt a small tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were met with the shining eyes of a young lady holding up three flower crowns in her hand. “Might I give these to you…so you can pass them on to your…um, lovers?”

Fumbling with your words, you managed to return a broken smile. “Um…yes! Thank you for the flowers, and uh — yes, the Lords are my lovers,” you nervously responded. Reaching for the flowers, she easily passed the crowns to you before standing with her hands folded behind her back. You could tell that she wanted to inquire another question but wasn’t sure how to without probably believing you would consider her snooping.

Passing on the crowns to Elrohir who eagerly accepted, not without planning a kiss on your cheek and standing aside to observe as you dealt with the question, you turned once again to meet the young lady. “Uh, is everything alright?” you quizzed.

“I-I…I’m sorry if I sound nosy, but…what is it like to have two lovers? I mean, I’ve heard of it in mortal customs but rarely among the elves.”

Before you could reply, there was the unmistakable sound of jovial laughter trekking your way. To your left, Glorfindel came bounding with a tray of cherry wine and baked goodies, along with dozens of flower crowns thrown all over him. He came spreading his mirth which washed away any ounce of jitters you had buried deep within on this day. That was the beauty of your relationship; Elrohir brought stability and a ting of maturity and Glorfindel brought joyous laughter, calmness and experience. They were the perfect pair you could have asked for and was more than relieved when they were open to polygamy.

“You two haven’t left the florist — are they bothering you my Lady?” he jested.

Shaking his head at the teasing only one person in the world was capable of doing so effortlessly, Elrohir shushed his lover and pried the tray from his head, nodding his head at you and the young Lady. He wanted to hear your response and witness if you were brave enough to proudly praise the wonderful relationship you beautifully shared with them.

“Well…I would say that…loving two people at the same time is miraculous but chaotic, especially when one of them is Lord Glorfindel,” you giggled, ignoring the gasp from the mop of golden curls in the background, “but it’s beautiful. It’s like receiving two different types of love and being smothered at the same time. The ability to love so deeply and give your heart while receiving, it’s unlike anything in the world.” Your face felt like it was about to split in half from how hard you were smiling. Aside from Lord Elrond, Elladan and the other workers around the estate you both dwelt, this was the most positive feedback you had ever received.

The face of the young woman appeared to soften as she listened to your explanation. “That sounds nice. I do wish you and the Lord a good day and blessings upon your love for each other. Thank you,” she cheered and departed with a hand over her chest towards you three.

Watching as she departed with a light skip in her step, your heart was erratically beating against your chest, but soaring above the clouds. It was the first step in dealing with the public.

“Loving us is beautiful, meleth-nîn?” came the awed voice of Glorfindel. His lips hovered near the shell of your ear with his charismatic smile brimming from ear to ear.

Nodding your head before swivelling around to face him, your eyes softened when you saw Elrohir standing at his side, still holding the tray of goodies and more flower crowns. “Loving the both of you is beautiful, it’s a chaotic beautiful challenge, and I couldn’t ask for better.” Lifting your arms to his head, you placed the flower crown that was designed for him on his golden tresses and followed with a kiss on his cheek. “Now we all look like a couple; matching crowns!”

“Yes we do,” replied Elrohir, stepping closer and nudging Glorfindel and you to take link arms with him. “Now, why don’t we all leave to enjoy the fireworks on the hill, I’m not fond of missing the show, and you two can once again cuddle without me like you normally do.”

“You know I’ve told you meleth, you are welcome to join us,” sassed Glorfindel.

While he was busy rambling on about how easy it was for Elrohir to join you when cuddling, you felt the pensive stare of the younger Lord gazing at you. "How are you feeling?"

Opening your mouth to respond, your heart was leaping out of your chest at the exhilarating sensating tingling through your veins. You thought there would be negative feedback, even after Elrohir told you that no one would dare say a thing about your love for them. But now you knew, you get through this as easy as breathing. “I was feeling jittery, but now I feel like I can do this. I feel a bit more confident!”

Giving a gentle squeeze to your arm, you felt his body relax at your words. Even Glorfindel's chatting beside you ceased as he listened to your confidence boosting.

“Well, we can all relax and enjoy the fireworks since we got this all sorted out. A little reward for bravely stepping out!”

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[liaromancewriter]

Day One (6/6)

Series Premise: What happened when Cassie met Sienna? Small moments that defined their friendship.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Characters: Cassie Valentine (F!MC), Sienna Trinh Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,340

A/N: Submission to @choiceschallenge-may2023 prompt "I dos". I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 35, prompt 3 (in bold).

It was a beautiful day in July for a wedding. The sun was high in the sky, with a light breeze from the Atlantic Ocean tempering the heat. The scent of gardenias, violets and peonies perfumed the guest bedroom that had been converted into a bridal suite.

Earlier, the room had been full of people — seamstresses, hair and make-up technicians, cousins, mothers, grandmothers and their friends from Edenbrook.

Now, it was just the two of them for the final moments before her best friend walked outside to the gardens facing the sea, where she and Ethan Ramsey would say their vows.

Sienna Trinh slid an antique blue comb into the back of the sophisticated updo that made the most of Cassie Valentine’s spun gold hair and regal neck.

The comb, representing something blue, had belonged to Alan Ramsey’s mother. Cassie had tears when her future father-in-law told her he couldn’t think of anyone more worthy of carrying it into the next generation.

She stepped back to watch Cassie’s reflection in the full-length mirror, meeting her sparkling green eyes in the mirror. Sienna smiled, unable to hide the wonder at how magical her friend appeared in her champagne-colored wedding dress.

The beaded bodice and tulle skirt were reminiscent of Cassie’s love of ballet. Sienna knew the dress had belonged to her grandmother, updated for the occasion by the family seamstress.

“You look like a fairy princess,” she whispered in awe.

Sienna was grateful for these precious few minutes with her bestie and became teary-eyed at how their lives would inexplicably change after this day.

She thought of the job she had applied to in DC and the offer she had already received from Edenbrook. Depending on what happened between her and Max after the festivities this weekend, she had an important decision to make about where she belonged.

But that was for tomorrow. Today was about her best friend marrying her soulmate.

“Thank you,” Cassie said, squeezing Sienna’s hand in gratitude. “Ethan and I are so grateful, especially when we gave you and my mom so little time to plan this wedding properly.”

“Olivia is amazing!” Sienna enthused. “My head is still spinning from how organized she is. I don’t think anything or anyone fazes her.”

“Nothing fazes you either, Sienna,” Cassie grinned. “Remember when you rescued me from Ethan’s wrath that first day of residency?”

“I was shaking in my skids,” Sienna admitted, laughing at the memory. “I still can’t believe he never clued into the fact that Dr. Toussaint asking for him was a ruse.”

Cassie laughed. “Oh, he absolutely knew it was once he connected with Dr. T. But, he just chalked it up to interns being clueless and therefore unworthy of further attention.”

Sienna smiled at how much Dr. Ramsey had changed in the last four years. His bark was still scary, and residents knew not to get on his bad side. But he was utterly in love with her best friend and, outside the hospital, was a different person altogether.

“Anyway, my mom always said she was trained to be the perfect social hostess,” Cassie said, gazing at the mirror and smoothing her skirt. “She taught Max and me her ways, but I think she’s finally found the ideal person to pass on the Valentine social mantel.”

Sienna’s brows furrowed as she puzzled over that remark, missing the secret smile and knowing look in Cassie’s eyes. She wanted to ask her to explain, but a knock on the door interrupted the moment.

“That’ll be Max,” Cassie said. “Will you let him in, please?”

Sienna nodded absently, still bewildered at the hidden meaning. Later she forgot all about it as Max accompanied her down the carpeted aisle.

Before they took their places on either side of the floral arch, the back of his hand brushed against hers, butterfly soft. They shared a furtive smile and then turned to watch as the woman they both loved married her forever love.

Six months later…

It was a beautiful winter day with bright blue skies and puffy white clouds. After last week’s snowstorm, the temperatures were practically balmy for late December. So much so that Olivia Valentine opened up the second-floor patio in her home for Max and Sienna’s impromptu wedding.

Everything had to be perfect, even if they’d given their families five days to make it happen. As far as Cassie was concerned, her besties had taken forever to get together as a couple. So, a rushed wedding was really nature’s way of having them catch up.

She checked the floral arrangements, consulted with the staff about the music, asked them to add one more outdoor heater and taste-tested the canapes.

Cassie thought one couldn’t be too careful and gleefully bit into a tasty puff pastry filled with crab followed by fried mac n’ cheese squares and polished it off with mini eclairs.

“Cassie!”

Uh-oh, she grimaced before schooling her features.

Cassie spun on her heels to see her mom standing in the kitchen doorway, hands on her hips. The look on her face was one she remembered from their childhood, whenever she and Max got caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“Stop eating all the canapes and go help Sienna get ready,” Olivia scolded, brows knit in exasperation. “The hair and make-up people are finished, and the seamstress is waiting to make final alterations to the dress.”

Cassie quickly swallowed the rest of the éclair and headed toward the backstairs, stealthily swiping another canape off the tray. She smiled in anticipation of the wedding cake to come.

Despite strawberries not being in season, Cassie had convinced the caterer to bake Sienna’s favorite Strawberry Shortcake Cake, festooned with wedding-themed frosting. What were a few extra thousand dollars to secure her friend’s happiness?

Her grandmother Myra had brought hyacinths from her conservatory at the Newport estate for Sienna’s bouquet. And Sienna’s grandfather had given her his late wife’s gold locket. It was a way to include her in the ceremony.

She needed to check on Max, too but figured he was in good hands with their dad for the time being. Right now, it was all about the bride.

As Cassie walked down the hall toward the guest room doubling as a bridal suite, she thought back to last summer. Sienna had been her maid of honor, and now they had come full circle six months later.

And in a few hours, her best friend would also become her sister.

Cassie knocked on the door, a perfunctory rap, before swinging it open and striding into the room. She stopped as if running into an invisible wall, and stared in wonder at the gorgeous wedding dress hanging perfectly on a white satin clothes hanger on the door of the wardrobe.

It wasn’t elaborate, nor did it have a long train; that wouldn’t suit Sienna’s tiny frame anyway. It was simple yet elegant with a sweetheart neckline and long lace-covered sleeves, as suited the season.

There hadn’t been time to try on dresses and find the perfect one, but Cassie thought they’d come close to perfection. She nodded thanks to the seamstress waiting to make any adjustments once Sienna got dressed and smiled widely at her bestie standing nervously near the window.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?” Sienna asked, fiddling with the collar of her silk robe.

“You’re going to be a beautiful bride, Si,” Cassie said. “Max is damn lucky to have you in his life. I know I am.”

She took the dress off the hanger. “Ready to marry your soulmate?”

Sienna brushed her hand down the soft material, her eyes turning dreamy at the thought of what was to come. She glanced at Cassie and smiled softly.

“I’m ready.”

Cassie crossed the floor and wrapped her arms around the woman who had been her Day One person from the moment they met. They had already been through so much together, but Cassie knew they were only just beginning.

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[skuntank]

oooomg the thought of like. gyms putting on little events for halloween for kids and families to come and check out is so so fun to me.

roark probably dresses as a ghostly miner and sets up a short minecart track that kids can take little rides on idk. gardenia (whose gym is arguably the least scary and festive) (fucking LOSER) is probably set up like a little haunted wood for kids to wander around and find candy in. (people tell her it would be so much better if she incorporated some ghost types into it but she is Not doing that)

i cant remember the layouts of many other sinnoh gyms at the moment unfortunately. might come back to this later idk.

[starliit]

belladonna : how does your muse respond to silence ? do they take comfort in soundlessness , or seek to fill the void with noise ?

gardenia : is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on , or to conceal them for long periods of time ?

parsley : describe a holiday your muse enjoys , and why they enjoy it .

belladonna : how does your muse respond to silence ? do they take comfort in soundlessness , or seek to fill the void with noise ?

While silence is sometimes necessary to complete a project, Kaveh does not relish in it. A by product of his early fears of loneliness, Kaveh seeks desperately to keep noise going in all manner of his life. The only time he is even slightly comfortable in silence is in the presence of someone close such as Alhaitham, but even then the silence cannot last for long and Kaveh is not above starting an argument simply to hear another voice.

gardenia : is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on , or to conceal them for long periods of time ?

For a man who wears his heart so blatantly on his sleeve, Kaveh plays certain cards very close to his chest. His romantic feelings for one. This is an individual who thinks themselves unworthy of love and therefore struggles to admit to themselves, much less the other party, when feelings develop.

parsley : describe a holiday your muse enjoys , and why they enjoy it

Sumeru has a festival to commemorate the beginning of spring which involves quite a lot of flowers and fruit and just general brightness all around. It's a festival like this one that the arts and artisans are regarded with the proper respect and reverence that Kaveh believes they deserve.

[the-crystallized-void]

I know this is random but- favorite flower and food (Both from source and that the body has had.)

Anyone is free to answer this but I'd really like to hear from those who don't usually get questions! /Nf obvi!

You'd be surprised at how many of us haven't been asked anything yet. We'll limit who answers to keep this from being a wall of text. The body's favorite food varies often, but it's a tie between anything beef, chocolate, or ice cream. As for its favorite flower, that goes to honeysuckles due to the nostalgia that the flower brings -Dion Rhys* (a newly registered alt)

*My favorite food is snow cones and my favorite flower is either delphinium or the spider lily

My favorite food? That'd be any egg dish, honestly. I've never thought much about my favorite flower, but I guess do like gardenias -Deuce

I'm a huge fan of anything banana and my personal favorite flower would actually be lily-of-the-valley, but cherry blossoms are a close second because I've always enjoyed being able to attend cherry blossom festivals with the other vocaloids (in headspace. We have yet to attend one bodily) -Len Kagamine

Hm? My favorite food? I suppose I am a fan of apple pie. You wish to know my favorite flower, as well? That would be gold roses, yes, yes -Tom Nook

[scalpelandrose]

Childhood Memories: A New Friend for the Holidays

🌹: Takes place 14-15 years ago during the Christmas season, when (8 y/o) Michelle’s adoptive father took her to get her first toy: Vladislav the Bat. The plush is an important piece of a few good childhood memories she had & she eventually passes it down to her children, often bringing it to life in the dream realm for them to play with.

[on the charming cobblestone streets of Vestaria, lined by gaslit lamps adorned with festive wreaths, an investigator and his ward are window-shopping. They notice an eclectic toy emporium and stop outside of it.]

Vincent: If you see something you like, feel free to run up to it or tug me along, ok?

Michelle (8 y/o): ….

Vincent: Is something the matter?

Michelle: ….

Vincent: (kneels down to her height and pats her head) Listen little one, I want you to know that I won’t punish you for expressing your feelings. I know that you’ve been poring over the children’s catalogue these past few months and I’ve got the beris to get you a toy. Regardless what you’ve been told, you have every right to feel emotions and enjoy as much of your childhood as you can.

Michelle: (quietly whispers)…Is it really ok for me to have something, though?

Vincent: (his heart feels like it dropped into his stomach out of pity, but his tone remains gentle and mellow) Of course. It’s only appropriate for you to have something special for Christmas. Well, traditionally, I’d surprise you as your guardian, but I thought your first gift should be something you chose—something that you can call your own.

Michelle: (ponders over the idea & the obvious thought Vincent put in before taking her on this outing) That’s very nice of you to let me decide for myself.

Vincent: Heh, that’s just basic decency, little one. If someone ever tries to make you feel like you don’t have a choice, bop them in the gut. (he mimics a right hook & tries to contain himself from gushing from seeing her stare at him intently with a comical sparkle beside her unbothered eyes) If you want to thank me, you can make me some gardenia blossom tea when we get home. But come, Vestaria has the best toymakers in the North Blue and I know you’ll find something. You always had a knack for finding things, after all.

[they enter the toy emporium. The shopkeeper greets them and explains the shop layout and their wares, before letting the two explore.]

Michelle: (after browsing, she notices something in a last chance bin sitting in the back of the shop. She lets go of Vincent’s hand and walks towards it. A little black bat plush with a light blue tummy and inner ears stares back at her good-naturedly. A bit of stuffing peeks out of it’s chest with it’s little toy heart hanging out pitifully. Plus, the thread holding one of its wings seems to be fraying, but for some reason, it’s whimsical smile despite being in its’ current state piqued her fancy. It was like it was asking for someone to give it a chance at friendship and she felt an odd desire to know what it would say to her if she brought it into her Dreamscape.)

Vincent: (notices how she carefully takes the bat out of the bin and tenderly strokes it’s head. When she comes back to him, he doesn’t question why she chose it. If it makes her happy, he was fine with that) Found what you were looking for?

Michelle: Mmhm.

[they head to the clerk station in the front]

Shopkeeper: Are you sure you want that one? It’s a little torn at the chest. We were actually thinking of sending it…(euphemizing & looks to Vincent) to the land of broken toys later today.

Michelle: (shyly) No thank you. He’s perfect. (looks at shopkeeper with a little shimmer in her round brown eyes with the bat plush already dearly held to her chest) I can learn how to stitch Vladislav up and then he can join Vincent and me for tea.

Vincent: Precisely so. Nothing like a little sewing or embroidery lesson can’t fix. If I am right…I deduce Vladislav would enjoy saguaro blossom and berry tea. (finds it cute that she already decided on a name for the bat based on a vampire book she read. He makes note to find his grandmother’s sewing kit he has somewhere in his office.)

Michelle: (giggles a bit and nods)

Vincent: Right. That smile there tells me we’re all set then! (he comically slides the shopkeeper the money, as if doing a discreetly serious spy trade-off.) Keep the change.

[the shopkeeper thanks them & found that within the payment, there was a note and advance deposit to reserve a certain rare music box from their shop under Vincent’s name. They wonder at the eccentricities of the local investigator and the child that accompanies him, but they shake their head to pry no further. It’s going to be Christmas, after all.]

Michelle: (crossing the street with Vincent, while still holding her new bat plush protectively) Do you think it’ll help if Erebus was with him during his heart and wing treatment?

Vincent: (smiles at her) I don’t see why not. I’m sure they’ll both find a lot in common being darkly winged creatures that are adored by you.

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🌹Tagging: @jazminetoad

[ranger-rai]

Rai and Canon:

Recently, on my Discord, I was asked about Rai and if he knew any canon characters and what his relationship to them.

I confirmed that he does know some, and their relationship varies, and I wanted to share some as well as open asks for who else Rai might know.

So in Rai's lore, he grew up near Eterna City so he actually knows Gardenia, kinda like an old school mate situation, and now their cafe/Bodega have a partnership with their local plant harvesting, so they get fresh produce to this day.

If I was ranking relationships like Fire Emblem, they would have an A Rank relationship.

Crasher Wake is someone that Rai Collabs well a lot for educational events, festivals and adoptions n such.

He's very much like the big uncle of Sinnoh, and they know each other in a friendly professional way.

Rai has his number in his phone but only uses it professionally.

B-rank Relationship.

From all of the events, festivals, and such, it's pretty common to see Cynthia at them, she's actually pretty chill and nice in public settings however she's actually a regular at the Cafe and is the main reason they implemented more ice cream and frozen desserts, and why Rai tries hard with new flavors.

She also adores Sylvester and respects Rai's compassion for pokemon.

Nice, casual friends.

B-Rank professionally, A-Rank casually.

He's actually very close to the Kimono Girls and the whole theater. When he was young, his mom put him in the historic society like she was, and according to sources, he was actually pretty good.

A-Rank All around.

He knows Roark and has his number but he's really annoyed with him, and only has his number because the underground was his idea and he is supposed to be in charge of it, so he needs to call him to do his job.

C-rank

Rai spent some time in Alola after he got Runt because he needed to see if he would want to return to his natural habitat, which he didn't want to.

In the time he became close with professor Kukui, who was like the first to get rai to open about his issues.

Definitely appreciates his life advice.

A-Rank.

Rai is pretty cool with Piers, mostly because rai got up to some shenanigans when he was a teen and is actually a pretty big rock fan.

Rita actually really likes him, too.

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And those are the ones off the top of my head, but let me know what other relationships Rai might have.

[mysterynoel]

WIP Game

Shout-out to @dpsisquared for tagging me. Please check out their work! They got some cool things going on!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Personal rules: these are things that I wrote more than two sentences for in this calendar year AND do not already have a posted chapter. This is only Google Docs because I’m not on my laptop. There are some secret ones in the file list; they will stay secrets. There will be less tags than wips. Text in brackets is further classification that can be asked about due to file being a master post.

Let’s go!

Dimileth | Shezleth Haunted Mansion AU

Dimileth Harvest Festival Event (Garden Gala) [Parsely, Sage, Rosemary, Thyme]

Hickering (P5, Shuharu)

Dimileth Fever - Meet Cute

ERB + LR

TA Byleth fic

Craxis (Spy x Family)

The Ethereal King

Dimileth Garden Gala master post [red gardenia]

Lockheart (Sym-Bionic Titan)

Tags: @silversdragonemporium, @alice2catherine, @itsmoonpeaches, @theherorosalyn, @flatsuke, @a-stardusted-sky

[technologicallyadvancedcowboys]

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[sweethorizon-stories]

❀ ⋆ ―  「 @gazaardoll-and-gardenias​」 ❛ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴀᴄɪᴏ́ɴ ᴅᴇ ᴀǫᴜɪ ❜

Había demorado en salir de casa, su padre la retuvo el mayor tiempo posible dentro con la excusa de que su vestimenta, no era suficiente para las recientes bajas temperaturas y como el festival navideño estaba cerca, no podían correr el riesgo de que alguien se enfermara; a Mina le tomó varios intentos de vestuario y la ayuda de sus hermanas para distraer al mayor para salir de su casa a la cita que tenía programada esa tarde. 

Al final había salido con un gorrito sobre su cabeza, chal, guantes y bufanda encima de aquel vestido que traía, un poco excesivo pero tan pronto sintió el aire helado golpear su rostro, quizás su padre no había estado exagerando. 

Camino con un paso veloz, quería recuperar el tiempo perdido ya que no deseaba hacer esperar al chico más de la cuenta, especialmente con aquel frío que estaba golpeando la ciudad esa tarde; si se tardaba demasiado el contrario podía enfermar, culpa que no sería capaz de soportar. 

Finalmente llegó al sitio acordado así que empezó a buscarlo con la mirada, afortunadamente el tenista era bastante alto como para resaltar entre la multitud.― K-kuranosuke-kun ― Le llamó con un tono mayor del acostumbrado para sobresalir del bullicio de las personas que les rodeaban.― Perdón por llegar tarde, ¿Has esperado mucho?.