#goldenrod pie

[20may]

Plant bee-friendly flowers.

“Bee engaged with Youth”. World Bee Day 2024. 

Bees help your garden thrive, so treat them well by growing some or all of these bee-friendly plants. Which came first, the bee or the bee balm? While the question may be interesting to contemplate, it illustrates the vital partnership between plant and pollinator, and how one needs the other in order to survive.

Bee populations are declining rapidly in many regions of the country, with habitat loss being a primary cause. As gardeners, we can do our part to help keep these important pollinators well fed. Growing a diverse variety of flowering plants can satisfy the appetites of various bee species. Along with planting lots of flowers that attract bees, we can also improve the environment for bees by creating a safe haven in our gardens that they can call home.

[stalkerofthegods]

Lady Hestia Deep Dive

Lady Hestia is a wonderful goddess, she is always there for everyone, I adore Lady Hestia, I do not worship her personally but I know well that she is Amazing.

Herbs • Chaste trees, Rosemary, Parsley, Basil, Sorrel, vanilla, Cinnamon, coriander, Marjoram, Mint, Lemon balm, cloves, clary sage, Allspice, Angelica, Coriander, poppy seed, chamomile, Angelica, Bay, garlic, mint, peppermint, pepper, marjoram, The lavender, the chaste tree, the datura, the California poppy, the goldenrod, the hollyhock, the yarrow, the purple coneflower, all white flowers, Lavender, White roses, angel’s trumpet, goldenrod, hollyhock, and yarrow, pine, Wildflowers & sunflowers, raspberry leaves, sage, pearly everlasting, yellow rose

Animals• pigs, donkeys, one-year-old cows, a Crane. 

Zodiac & scared number  • unknown, I cannot find out what month she was born on, or the day. But I would associate numbers 1, and 6 because she is the oldest and the youngest (and etc, but who even likes my rambles?)

Colors •Gold, yellow, orange, red,  White, Gold, Lavender, light purple, black, silver, and dark red

Crystal•Carnelian, Garnet, Goldstone, Calcite, Topaz, garnet, amethyst, lapis lazuli, green tourmaline, Vanadinite, Quartz, gold, silver, and brass, Amber colored crystals, citrine, clear quartz, sunstone.

Symbols• a kettle, the hearth (fireplace), torch, candle

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• friendship bracelets 

Diety of• the virgin goddess of the home and hearth fire, cooking of meals, and sacrificial food for feasts, architecture, domesticity, family, and the state, and sacrificial flame

Patron of where the families ate and congregated, hospitality, family.

Offerings• give her prayer beads that remind you of her that are not Christian (or make one, which is better), wooden beads, Oil Lamps, Seven Day Candles (because they burn for 7 days), LED Candles, A Candle that reminds you of home, White or red candles, Apple juice, cider, Wine, Baked goods, keys to the home (preferably not stolen(looking at Hermes devotees))), Small kitchen antiques/objects,  pottery/cups/bowls, artwork of homey things, a meal, your favorite things, poetry, books, items you made, fall-themed stuff, spring-themed stuff, First/last foods & libations from a meal, Candles/flame, Honey, Pork, Cakes or Cookies made to look like one of Her symbols,), Keeping a candle/hearth fire or lamp constantly burning, Pictures of homes you want to live in one day, pictures of homes you have lived in, Pictures of architecture that you like, Teacups, teaspoons, tea towels, Childhood memories (ex- stuffed toys, baby clothes, old photos), Homegrown herbs, Toys or art of donkeys and pigs, Leaves or blooms from a chaste tree, Tea light candles (real or fake), Your favorite poetry or poetry you have written for Her, Your favorite books, Stories you have written, Art of flames, fire, candles, Garmets that you have made such as clothing, blankets, beanies, Homemade lotions, bath bombs, shower gel, bubble bath (You can ask Her to bless them then use them she probably won't say no), Beeswax products, honey, olive oil, pumpkin pie 

Devotional• Pick up rubbish in communal areas, Offer the first or last bites/portions of food your to her, Cooking/baking for yourself or others, Having a candle lit whenever possible (electric or real), playing a video of a fire place, Volunteerring at homeless or DV shelters, donating to homeless or DV shelters,  Setting healthy boundaries with friends and family, reading about Tea/Coffee magick, Getting involved with your local community, Advocating for policies you believe will better the community Allowing yourself to rest,  Do a chore you've been putting off for a long time, organize to hang out with some loved ones, Veil or bind your hair, Wear something red or orange, Make a devotional playlist for her, make a Pinterest board or a mood board for her, Learn about kitchen witchery, Cook a meal in her name, Clean the House, Put together a puzzle, Eat popcorn and watch a movie, do Knitting, read about knitting, donate yarn and

knitting supply’s, prepare food for family, make the table before eating, garden, Harvest berries, pick flowers, Donate to food charity/drives, Support people who lost their homes to natural disasters, Welcoming others into your home, Keeping the peace (especially in the home), Donations of time & money to Habitat for Humanity, Do little (or big) acts of kindness, If you have a fireplace light it for Her or build Her altar around it, Meditate next to a fire, Read poetry or a book, play a playlist for Her and play it while you clean or cooks, Clean your house/room and keep it nice and tidy, Take a cooking or baking class, Collect recipes and keep a recipe book, Host celebrations at your home, Remember your ancestors and learn more about them, Spend time with your pets, Take care of yourself and your mental and physical health (Your body is a home for you),  Take a hot bath, eat some ice cream, chill at home for a day, Pray to Her( ex- for protection, inspiration, happiness, guidance, and help getting rid of negative entities in the home, peace in the home, good food, an abundance of food, independence), help to start/tending to the hearth, work on having strong family bonds, Open your curtains and let the sunlight warm the room, Make a potful of tea and keep it in a large thermos, Watch movies that make you feel nostalgic and cozy, Say goodnight and good morning to her, Get an electric blanket and feel the warmth connect you to her, Cuddle a stuffed animal, Make a blog/journal filled with cozy homely things, Keep a few locally baked goodies nearby for when you need them, String up fairy lights and use them as your only light source, Whisper prayers and devotional pieces before you go to sleep, Use a Himalayan salt lamp to connect to feeling of a fire, Invest in little things (ex- pillowcases, photos, curtains) that make your room feel welcoming and peaceful, Make a little bottle filled with herbs and crystals and other things that remind you of her, Listen to music that makes your soul happy and your heart content, Take care of yourself (ex- Brush your hair, use a wet cloth on your face), Keep a tealight on you, Clean one small area of your house, Savor a hot drink, Do small, unnoticed acts of kindness, Always greet animals (both big and small), Do anything by candlelight,  Wear colors you associate with her, Practice your patience (both external and internal), Be a listening ear or shoulder to cry on for those who need it, Make compromises when it is healthiest for both parties, always have a lighter or matches, Listen to music that reminds you of her, Spend time tending to your body, Leave a big tip the next time you have a chance, Practice kindness in all areas of your life (including driving), Take a hot bath or shower with no time limit, Decorate a space, Build a fire, Compliment people (both strangers and loloved ones), Donate something (ex-clothes, money, or your time), Look at photos and embrace the happy nostalgia, Wear makeup or jewelry that reminds you of her, Wake up early to see the sunrise - or watch the sunset, Watch/read about acts of kindness to be inspired, wear prayer beads that are for her, go to a high school reunion, do a family reunion, do budgeting in her honor, do meal planning, set healthy boundaries, have a household notebook, do seasonal cleaning, try home remedies,As you light your gas stove, say a prayer to Hestia, Spend quiet quality time at home, Gather your family (including your chosen family) for a festive candlelit meal, Commit to spending more time with children and old people.

Ephithets•Äídios - eternal, Aïdius – See Äídios., Basileia - See Vasíleia, Bulaea - See Voulaia., Chloömorphus – See Khlöómorphos, Daughter of lovely-haired Rǽa, Khlöómorphos - verdan, Polýmorphos - multi-formed, Polyolbus – See Polýolvos, Polýolvos - rich in blessings, Potheinotáti - beloved, Prutaneia – See Prytaneia, Prytanei, Vasíleia - queen, Voulaia - of the council, Prytaneia -”of the Prytanis.” 

Equivalents• Vesta (Roman), loki (Norse), Brigid (Celtic), Hathor (Egyptian)

Signs they are reaching out• having a strong urge to Vail in her honor, seeing her animals and symbols in your dreams, and seeing her imagery a lot, everything at home suddenly going well.

Vows/omans• that she “would be a maiden all her days”

Morals• morally light/pure

Courting• None 

Past lovers/crushes• None

Personality• She avoids drama, and is generous, but her temper is volcanic in nature, she is slow to anger, but when she gets angry her rage is a force of nature. She is modest, tranquil, and industrious

Home• Mount Olympus 

Mortal or immortal • immortal 

Fact• Historically she is supposed to be the first deity offered to in a ritual due to being the goddess of fire, she's the oldest Olympian, She is spat out last by Kronos so she is also the youngest, she shares her seat with Diyonisus, she did not give it up, she receives a share of every sacrifice/prayer to the gods, and she is commonly seen alongside with Hermes, I would recommend putting their alters close together.

Element• fire 

Curses• a bad family life, food being burnt, having not enough food, being turned away at restaurants, being homeless, your house catching on fire 

Blessings• all domestic happiness and blessings

Roots• Greek mythology….and she was raised in her father's stomach, and at the first years of theogony era.

Friends• all of the gods, but most notably Hermes, but is not friends with Priapus, she dislikes him (he tried to rape her.) 

Parentage• Cronus and Rhea

Siblings• Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, Demeter, Hera 

Pet• she has no pets.

Children • she has no children.

Appearance in astral or gen• she was typically represented wearing a veil and robe. In some images, she held a flowering branch or kettle as well.

Festivals • None, at every feast and meal a liberation was made to her name first and last, but I associate Thanksgiving with her, but her Roman counter part Vesta has 1-15 June of each year, an then another festival celebrated on 8-9 July.  Hestia is also mentioned on 8 June. But a neo-pagan sets aside 26 December – 22 January as a month devoted to Hestia.

Status• Virgin theoi goddess.

What disrespects her turning away people at your home (she is a goddess of hospitality and it was seen as disrespectful to her to do so.)

Planet• unknown 

Her Tarot cards• the Temperance, the fourteenth Major Arcana card.

Remind me of• Hot cocoa, and Thanksgiving. 

Scents/Inscene • Lavender, Rose, spring water,  rain, Pumpkin, Apple pie, cinnamon, fall leaves, Chamomile, Myrrh, Frankincense, Iris, Angelica, Peony, Angelica, iris, Sandalwood 

My opinion • I like her, but I'm scared of her too. (what a shocker!) 

Prayers• 

Historical-

Holy Queen of Sanctity, we hymn you, Hestia, whose abiding realm is Olympus and the middle point of earth and the Delphic laurel tree! You dance around Apollo’s towering temple rejoicing both in the tripod’s mantic voices and when Apollo sounds the seven strings of his golden phorminx and, with you, sings the praises of the feasting gods. We salute you, daughter of Kronos and Rhea, who alone brings firelight to the sacred altars of the gods; Hestia, reward our prayer, grant wealth obtained in honesty; then we shall always, dance around your glistening throne.

For the lost -

Blessed Hestia, the first and the last, and the always flame. May your light burn bright and strong, May your prayers be those of respect and love, May you guide the lost, And give to those who have nothing. I give thanks to you, Hestia, for all that you have done And continue to do.

For people with intrusive thoughts -

I ask Hestia, the kind goddess, to help those who feel down. May they find comfort and peace inside of their homes and inside their own minds. Protect them for their destructive thoughts, and be the safe place they need so much

A prayer for homeles—

In Hestia’s name, may you always have a home and a roof over your head. May you always be comfortable and warm with a full belly. May you always be in good spirits and good company, never knowing the pervading loneliness that envelopes the soul.

Morning 

Blessed Hestia, Fill this home with your light and bounty, As the day fills it with golden sunshine.

Evening

Glorious Hestia, Let your hearth fire warm this house, As night draws her shadowed cloak over it now.

Blessings of the kitchen-

Hestia bless my little kitchen, I love it’s every nook And bless me as I do my work, Wash pots and pans and cook. May the meals that I prepare, Be seasoned from above, With thy blessings and thy grace, But most of all thy love

Links/websites/sources •

ts-witchy-archive, constantly-disheveled, saryoak, eldritchhorror06, https://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/625205765818515456/hestia-offerings/amp, https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/179727039352/offerings-to-hestiahttps://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/625205765818515456/hestia-offerings/amphttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/179727039352/offerings-to-hestiahttps://www.learnreligions.com/hestia-greek-goddess-of-the-hearth-2561993#:~:text=Keep%20a%20candle%20dedicated%20to,prayers%2C%20songs%2C%20or%20hymns.https://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/Hestia.html#:~:text=In%20myth%20Hestia%20was%20the,youngest%20of%20the%20six%20Kronides.https://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/Hestia.htmlhttps://greekmythology.fandom.com/wiki/Hestia#google_vignettehttps://greekmythology.fandom.com/wiki/Hestiahttps://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/goddesses/hestia/https://www.hellenicgods.org/festivals-of-hellenismos---eortai https://hestiasservant.wordpress.com/2018/05/27/honoring-hestia-a-festival-every-day/https://www.elissos.com/the-family-goddess-hestia-mother-of-all-gods/#:~:text=The%20birth%20of%20Hestia%20dates,to%20his%20throne%2C%20his%20children.https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhea_(mythology)#:~:text=According%20to%20Hesiod%2C%20Rhea%20had,and%20Zeus%20in%20that%20order.https://www.reddit.com/r/pagan/comments/14sy8cj/is_hestia_reaching_out_to_me/https://mythopedia.com/topics/hestia

http://persephoneandhecate.blogspot.com/2011/06/exploring-archetypes-hestia.html?m=1https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/170063420188/bedridden-devotion-to-hestiahttps://honeyandhestia.tumblr.com/post/170063420188/bedridden-devotion-to-hestiahttps://www.tumblr.com/heatherwitch/160613514230/hestiavesta https://constantly-disheveled.tumblr.com/post/156636591525/can-a-hearth-fire-just-be-a-candle-that-you-lighthttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/169551188078/devotional-activities-for-hestiahttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/167758105763/jar-to-help-me-connect-to-hestia-chamomilehttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/171225676313/burn-herbs-and-spices-as-an-offering-to-hestia-i https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/183383795283/what-kind-of-crystals-would-yall-associate-with https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/171208375440/a-historical-prayer-to-hestiahttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/169394109439/i-ask-hestia-the-kind-goddess-to-help-those-who https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/166938581678/if-youre-still-doing-prayer-requests-may-you-be https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/178225408393/lady-hestia-goddess-of-comfort-and-warmth-to https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/183772520921/a-little-kitchen-prayer-for-hestia https://www.hellenicgods.org/festivals-of-hellenismos---eortai

I use resources, I do not own the info, and most deep dives have UPG (that I use in my work.) And I only take some information from sources. I am 14, this is my hobby, I am learning but I spent many hours and days on this, and I am always open to criticism. I have been doing worship for 5 years. Please know you can use the info, I do not sue, but I will take action if this work is used without permission and not put as a resource if used in any work. without permisson and not put as a resource if used in any work, for the public.

[snowfoxchina]

Happy Father's Day!

*First left: Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf. Big Big Wolf is a good husband and father. He always has a tolerant attitude towards his wife Red Wolf. He also loves his son Xiao Huihui very much and is an inventor.

*Second from left: Bluey, Bandit, is an archaeologist who adores his wife Chilli and his daughters and does his best to keep up with Bluey and Bingo's games, whether that means dressing up, turning into a robot, or starting from a tickle Survive the crab attack.

*Third from left: Undertale, Asgore, is the ruler of the underground world, its inhabitants, and monsters. He is Toriel's ex-husband, Asriel Dreemurr's father, and Chara's adoptive father. is a kind, quiet but optimistic monster who loves gardening, goldenrod tea, and Toriel's butterscotch pie.

*Fourth from right: Hollow Knight, The Pale King, is a superior creature and the past king of Hallownest. In order to solve the infection, the Pale King plans to use the vessel seal, the offspring of the union of the Pale King and the White Lady.

*Third from right: Helluvu Boss, Blitz∅, from the Circle of Greed, is the adoptive father of the hellhound Loona, and is considered one of the most trustworthy and "go-to" assassins in Hell. He's a seemingly rude, conceited man, but is actually a self-doubting boss who seeks to prove that Imps are just as capable as other demons.

*Second from right: Helluva Boss, Stolas, is a Goetic Hell Prince who is Octavia's father and Stella's husband. The first impression is of a regal, ostentatious man, but also a flamboyant, dramatic, eccentric, often dazzling man, very lonely, but with a romantic and explicit side, and he is also very tender towards those he cares about. ,Educated.

*Right: Hazbin Hotel, Lucifer, Charlie Morningstar's father and Lilith's estranged husband. He is the ruler of all hell and one of the Seven Deadly Sins. He has a flamboyant and dramatic personality, switching between silly and exaggerated, clumsy and melancholic. He was an idealistic dreamer, but after being separated from Lilith, he fell into isolation and fell into depression.

[rosetta-star-was-taken]

Theory: Kris Dreemurr's biological parents are Homer and Marge Simpson

What went wrong?

The two didn't want to keep the kid (especially not after having 3 kids already..), didn't even bother naming them, especially Homer, so.. he released the kid into the wild. About 6 years later, this Simpson kid was adopted by the Dreemurrs, and named Kris.

Evidence:

While younger, Homer Simpson sported dark brown shoulder-length hair with a similar bang style as Kris's, as well as having the exact same cowlick at the back. Homer had very Kris-like hair, but that's not all. Homer has a round face, similar to Kris. Homer also has the same goldenrod skin tone that Kris has. Homer even had a tendency to wear sweaters, much like how Kris does. Last, but not least, Kris shares Homer's appetite, even eating things that aren't food, even being guilty of having a sweet tooth, such as craving chocolate or pie. Also.. Let's face it, Kris even has the same brand of stupid thoughts and tendencies that Homer does.

(Look at Kris and tell me they don't look like a Simpson.)

But Homer isn't the only one whom Kris shares similarities with. Kris, much like Marge, has an interest in baking. Kris also has the same kind of common sense as Marge, but often directly ignores them. Also, while Kris has stupid thoughts and tendencies, that doesn't mean Kris is stupid themselves, nor do they have the lack of competence that Homer does.. so Kris is at least as intelligent and skillfully competent as Marge. Kris even inherits Marge's kindness and caring heart. Kris doesn't show it much, but they do care about people, and have a soft side. Kris even shares the emotional side of them with both Homer and Marge. Lastly, Kris is notably thinner than Homer, meaning Kris inherited Marge's frame.

If that isn't enough, look at the similarities between Kris and the Simpson kids! Kris is very mischevious and has prankster tendencies, much like Bart. Kris even has a musical interest and talent, very similar to that of Lisa. While Lisa plays the saxophone, Kris plays the piano. Lastly, Kris even shares the same love of weaponry as Maggie! Whereas Maggie prefers firearms, Kris chooses the blade.

Edit: I just realized, in the 8 bit couch gag, they all look almost exactly like Kris, minus the hair and clothes!

Conclusion: Kris is a Simpson.

[wishingxuponxstarsa]

@cxnscience​ liked for a starter from Bashful!

Sleepy hated bugs. He was always mumbling about how they interrupted his sleep. Dope loved them, and he always seemed to be catching something new in jars to bring inside.

Bashful had never paid much attention to them before living with his brothers, but it was hard not to pick up a thing or two from them. Dopey especially loved showing off bugs he found, which was why Bashful found the flash of something darting near their fireplace rather odd.

He leaned in for a closer look, trying to figure out what was so strange about the bug he’d seen out of the corner of his eyes, when he let out a gasp and took a step back.

“A bug wearing clothing?” He rubbed his eyes for a second, before glancing back at the hearth. “My goodness. How could someone make such tiny clothing?” Bashful was imagining Dopey somehow sewing and putting an outfit on a tiny cricket. After all, he’d never met a bug that could talk before.

[oknowkiss]

thank you for tagging me in @skeptiquewrites @bluebutter-art @short666bread @emmalovesdilemmas — you are all unknowingly encouraging my work procrastination, and thus are getting long answers.

relationship status: single and my DMs are open (jk… or am i… ?? find out!!) // but for real, i moved across the country last year and it has been a ROUGH time since then (unexpected family loss, covid, elderly pet troubles, general world stuff). i’ve convinced myself i’m in too dramatic of a headspace for dating seriously at the moment but i think the actual answer is i just don’t want to! i am the epitome of an only child in that i really value both my independence and being left alone.

favorite color: yellow, but specifically a goldenrod/mustardy yellow.

favorite food: i have been thinking about this for a very long time, because there are so many things i LOVE but what is my FAVORITE you know??? i think i’ll have to go with… savory - any type of rice & bean & cheese & tortilla combo you can come up with, specifically when it’s slathered with avocado and green tomatillo salsa. sweet - lemon meringue pie

song stuck in my head: the library/museum song from stardew valley. i’ve been playing stardew for a little bit every day as a way to calm down in this month of Every Obligation I’ve Ever Had Happening At Once, and sometimes i trot my character over to the library just to hear this song and breathe deeply.

last thing i googled: english > catalan translator. this is for a dron/semi-dronarry fic i am working on :)

time: 11:39 AM PST

dream trip: france for the tour (de france). i’ve been planning and having to reschedule this trip since 2019 due at first to my own logistical failure and then every year since then due to covid. on the plus side, the delay has given me beaucoup time to learn and continue to be wildly mediocre at french. i also really want to go to patagonia and tour around chile and peru, and i want to go back to iceland in a campervan for the northern lights. i have a lot of dreams okay!!

no pressure tagging in @sweet-s0rr0w @geesenoises @sorrybutblog @3lvendork @makeitp1nk if you so desire!

[vrnicky]

Alright. *crack knuckles*

-Soul Traits' scents!

As i made a recent post about the scents, its now time to say the scents of each soul traits!

As i also explained in that post, the scent depends of the soul type of magic!

Lets begin:

Determination: red fruits (strawberries, apples, etc..), red flowers (roses, orchid, etc...) and sometimes coal.

Integrity: waves/rain, blue fruits (blueberries, grapes, etc...) and new books.

Patience: blue/cyan flowers (iris, bellflower, etc...), oolong tea and wet dirt.

Bravery: coffee beans/coffee, metal, fruits (orange, carrot, etc...), cinnamon and sometimes gunpower.

Perseverance: fruits (cherry, beetroot, etc...), purple flowers (lavender, lily, etc...), new pencil colors, markers and mint.

Kindness: grass, trees, paint, fresh pie, hot chocolate and lemon/lime.

Justice: sand, campfire, pencil's wood and yellow flowers (sunflowers, goldenrod, etc...)

And again, these are the options of the scents, its all up to you which one to choose!

I... maybe have new traits too... 👀✨

[bowdawn]

For an Elucien prompt, Elain seeing the scars on Lucien’s back for the first time and realizing she never wants to see him suffer again

When Lucien asked Elain to enjoy a day by the river she had never imagined the rage that she would feel.

No.

She had imagine him loving the pie she did bake - but didn't offer him a piece just yet.

Imagined him lazily trying to convince her for another kiss - and she would agree to just one, maybe two.

She imagined her kicking her flats outs and drip her toes in the river water to refresh - all the while knowing Lucien would be dying to touch her.

Elain had not imagined Lucien actually offering to get them a fish. Did not imagined him rolling his pants and shirt to just stroll inside the river and get the fish with his bare hands.

She had not imagined being so flustered that she sent the feeling down their bond, making Lucien stumble and fall on the water.

And she least imagined Lucien taking his shirt to dry. At first her heart had stopped at seeing his marveled chest. And then it sank when she saw the marks on his back.

There were so many scars. Thin ones, thick ones. Old, new. It was so rare to see fae wounded like that, and yet...

Elain stood up, anger waving inside her. Lucien turned and frowned at her. "What did I do this time?"

"You did nothing. But whoever gave you those scars are going to pay. Tell me."

He gapped at her. "Elain..."

"No. I'm a seer, I will look into their future and tell them whatever nasty thing I find to haunt their lives."

His smirk only annoyed her. He made his way to her. "Most of them are from a long time ago."

"I don't give a flying fuck. Give me their names."

Lucien laughed and Elain wanted to hit him, but she would never hurt him. She would never let anyone hurt him again. He grinned at her.

Stupid bond.

"Come here." He opened his arms and Elain rushed to met him, she didn't care that he was still wet. Her hands only shook a moment, out of fear of the sensitive tissues, before hugging him tight. "I don't want you to worry about those people. It was done but I'm fine now. I'm safe. We're safe."

"I don't care. I still want their names." She spoke nuzzling his neck and she felt his shiver. She kissed his skin.

"You know who did these already." He finally told her. They had promised to each other, no half-truths. No lies. Not between them. "I don't need revenge though, it's in the past. I'm quite content and moved past those days."

"I will be telling Helion to murder Beron again. I will be officially stealing all of Eris' dogs until he crawls back apologizing. I will be sending the rest of your half-witted siblings nasty omens, and I will send Tamlin goldenrod's pollen because I know he is allergic to them."

Lucien chuckled against her neck. "And how do you know that? I didn't even know that."

"Just looked in."

Lucien smacked her ass. They might shared only a few - a lot of - kisses, but Lucien's hand were quite familiar with her bottoms.

"Little cunning witch." He kissed the top of her head. "Although I don't need you to be my hero, I do like seeing this side of yours, it's quite feral."

Again she wanted to hit him. Instead she kissed his neck again, sending another shiver down his spine. "If anyone touch my mate again I will go feral on them and fuck the laws between Courts. My sister, brothe-in-law and future father-in-law are all High Lady and Lords. My mate is the heir of Day Court. I'm above the law."

Lucien chuckled and smacked her ass again, hard enough to sting. Elain bit her lower lip, he could smell her arouse, no doubt.

"You said fuck twice. And kissed me twice." Elain kissed his skin again and left his embrace.

"I told you I wanted you to court me properly and we're doing that."

"And I asked you to marry me five times already." Lucien pouted at her like a sad fox.

"None with a ring." She looked over her shoulder as she made her way back to her picnic blanket. Sitting down, the perfect imagine of a lady - on purpose, Lucien quite liked this little game of theirs.

Lucien smirked at her. "It can be arranged."

"Good. My finger has been empty for long enough." Lucien nodded, walking over and laying down next to her.

"Let me smack that bum one more time." Elain gasped and shoved a strawberry mini cake on his face.

[m00sebaby]

fun lil tag game - tagged by @zsjaywhite

relationship status? 1/2 of one

favorite color? deeeeeep emerald green or goldenrod

favorite food? i don't know if this counts but i've been obsessed with this smoothie that has cold brew coffee, mct oil, banana, vegan protein powder

song stuck in your head? "i know the end" by phoebe bridgers. i've been playing it nonstop all week

dream trip? liverpool to see a game at anfield

last book you read? seek you by kirsten radtke

last book you finished? let me be very honest - i have not finished a book in a millennia.

last book you hated reading? why fish don't exist by lulu miller. it was just not as advertised.

favorite thing to cook/bake? i love cooking and baking anything, everything, all the things. i do love baking apple pies or any pies in general. just not cherry pie. i will never bake another cherry pie for as long as i live unless someone else pits them.

i also love cooking mac and cheese. i wish i could make a roux every day tbh i need more excuses to do that.

favorite free-time craft? embroidery, writing

most niche dislike? i feel like this isn't the most niche dislike i have but the fact that google doesn't have hot keys. just let me click like cmd + s or something to download the damn thing.

opinions on circuses? hate hate hate. the animals are usually horribly treated. i would prefer state fairs much more.

do you have a sense of direction? i think so. i'm good at finding my way most places after my first trip.

anyone can do this if they want but if you do please tag me i love to see answers!

[queenxxxsupreme]

Fluffy eskel during a fun autumn day (pumpkin carving, chai tea, mountain trail walks, knitting big fluffy sweaters, baking, whatever you want!)

A/N: I want to do a few more fall/Halloween-ish prompts!! This was absolutely so much fun!!

***

Kaer Morhen’s usual gloomy and decrepit atmosphere was replaced with something more lively, more welcoming. 

You hummed as you moved around the kitchen, taking advantage of the large stone ovens meant to cook enough food for all the young witchers-to-be that had once lived in the keep. There were three pies in one oven, heated by a flame Eskel kept strong. 

You turned to cross the room, wanting to finish making the crust for the final gooseberry pie. You turned so suddenly you didn’t have time to react. You ran into Eskel and almost fell. But his strong hands caught you, one gripping your arm and the other your hip. 

“Easy there, doll.” He chuckled softly, his grip loosening on you once he was sure you weren’t going to fall. 

“Sorry.” 

“No worries. But, uh, I think I got a little flour on you.” Eskel rubbed your arm and then moved to get a better look at your side. 

“It’s okay. I have to get a bath later anyways. I think there’s flour and spices all over me.”

As you went to the table where the pie dough was, you looked over to Lambert and Ciri. They sat on the floor near the hearth, carving nearly a dozen pumpkins together. 

Lambert was taking his pumpkin carving very seriously. He took his time to cut each triangle shaped eye and squared tooth into the pumpkin. 

Ciri was being a little more carefree, but she still tried her best. She was working on cleaning out her third pumpkin when she accidentally flung a spoonful of pumpkin seeds and pulp on to Lambert. 

“Hey, you ass!” The witcher called, wiping the orange stringy pulp and slimy seeds from his hair.

“Sorry, Lamb- Ah!” Ciri shouted as Lambert threw a handful of the pulp at her. This sparked a war. 

You sighed, shaking your head as you started to knead the dough. 

“Guys! That’s enough!” Yennefer called, brushing the pulp off of her skirt. “I don’t want to smell like a pumpkin.”

“You’re such a killjoy, Yenn.” Lambert rolled his eyes.

“You’re nearly a century old, Lambert. Grow up.”

“That’s why you’re so boring.”

Yennefer chose to ignore the witcher and instead, she focused on the decorations she and Geralt were working on. They were putting together centerpieces for the table. The center pieces consisted of goldenrods, sweet alyssums, sneezeweeds and various other flowers. 

Your gaze fell on the eldest witcher, who stood at a table on the other side of the room. He was cleaning a boar he and Lambert had hunted down earlier that morning. 

A smile came to your lips, seeing everyone gathered in the same room making preparations for tonight’s dinner. 

Thick arms snaked around your waist, pulling you from your thoughts.

“What are you thinking about?” His breath was warm against your neck. 

“I’m just…. I’m really happy everyone is having fun.” You smiled. 

“Speak for yourself.” Lambert grunted. “I’m in hell right now. I’m never going to stop smelling like pumpkin and I swear, I’m going to vomit the next time this demon throws this shit at me.”

Ciri smirked.

“Don’t let him fool you, Y/N.” Eskel pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “He’s having fun. Wouldn’t be doing it if he wasn’t.”

“I didn’t think anyone would take me seriously whenever I suggested we do something like this.”

“I think…. I think we all were a little skeptical.” Eskel moved away from you to stand next to you, that way you could continue working on the dough and he wouldn’t be a distraction. “We’ve never done this. None of us have.”

“I’m glad I could talk you guys into it.” You gave him another hearty smile.

“All that talking isn’t going to get those pies done, Y/N.” Lambert teased. The pumpkin in his lap exploded, sending orange debris in every direction, but mostly covering the witcher. 

Your eyes flickered over to Yennefer, who was laughing quietly to herself. 

“Fuck.” The young wolf cursed, wiping the slime from his eyes. 

“Poor Lambert has to get a bath.” You faked a frown. 

“Two baths in one week? I think that’s a new record.” Geralt chuckled. 

“Yeah, yeah. Pick on the youngest.” Lambert muttered, picking up another pumpkin and placing it on his lap.

“I’m going to go see if Vesemir needs any help.” Eskel told you, putting his hand on the small of your back and kissing your head. 

You watched him walk across the room, a smile lingering on your face. 

You’d never been more happy than you were in that moment. Your family was together in one room, working together, smiling and laughing and joking. 

Across the room, Eskel began to help Vesemir with the boar. The dark haired witcher’s eyes found yours and a little smile came to his scarred lips. 

“I love you.” You mouthed the words, hoping he’d be able to tell what you were saying. 

The widening of his smile told you that he knew. 

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[mollymirror]

EMOTIONS  &  FEELINGS.

anxiety

love

familiarity

nostalgia

COLOURS.

magenta

goldenrod

olive

scarlet

SCENTS.

butterscotch

laundry

pumpkin

orange

CLOTHING.

knit

striped patterns

overalls and jumpers

baseball caps

OBJECTS.

knitting needles

a new crib

wizard’s chess board

whistling tea kettle

VICES   &   BAD HABITS.

nails always bitten.

twirls my hair between my fingers.

no more  pot dulled anxiety.

BODY LANGUAGE.

resting friendly face

twiddles fingers nervously

hands stuffed in pockets

AESTHETICS.

steaming pie coming fresh out the oven

knit socks pulled all the way up the calf

if I don’t keep them out of trouble, who will?

freckles kissing cheeks, shoulders, and nose

soul like a strumming acoustic song

[yandere-society]

Candy Man

Synopsis: Stepping into the world-famous Hope World Candy Factory the day of Valentine’s Day, you are filled with an overwhelming number of sweets and surprises. As a confectionary lover, this is your dream, to not only see the inside of the glittering multi-colored building, but maybe get a glimpse of the interesting man behind all the delicious desserts. There’s also something here, lingering behind every jelly bean wall or chocolate cove. After getting separated from a tour group, you think maybe this was a mistake to come in here so carefree. There may be something sinister behind these seemingly harmless candies.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 4,300+

Admin: @mintedmango​

Valentine’s Day Event Masterlist

Trigger warnings: Yandere-themes, mentions of death/murder, mentions of gore, blood, passing out/fainting, knives, improvised weapons, being tied down/restrained, hospital beds, unhealthy thinking relationships, cannibalism.

The skin of your lips was being peeled off by your teeth as you nervously flit from foot to foot on your elevator ride up the see-through jelly tube. You could see almost every chocolate cove and red vine tree from the pink tubing your tour group was being brought down to. Your heart was pumping rapidly with a mix of excited and full of tension, and your empty stomach was rumbling as butterflies fluttered, trapped inside. You weren’t sure anymore if not eating this morning to make room for all the sweets that one could possibly enjoy was a good idea. 

You were so anxious you could hardly stand it. Ever since you learned that the infamous Hope World Candy Factory was opening up one day to the public for the first time, you decided you just had to fly across the country and see it for yourself. You’ve loved the company and all the creations that they make ever since you had your first Daydream Bar at the tender age of five. 

All you had to do was buy a ticket for the factory (that costs a pretty, pretty penny, mind you) and you were set for the whole day!

The only catch though was that it was only open on Valentine’s Day and it was strictly for couples to come and enjoy a romantic, sweet-filled day in the candy factory...

And of course, you were as single as single could be. 

That’s just how life goes, right? 

The elevator lurches to a halt suddenly and you almost stop breathing, your excitement overwhelming you. 

“Everyone, step lightly, we have much to see!” Says a stout woman with green hair and carrot-colored skin as she ushers everyone out of the tube and into a dim room with a tiny, tiny door at the end of the hallway. “Now,” she whispers, as she grabs what looks to be different colored (and probably flavored you assume) gelatin keys and sticks a goldenrod one through the small keyhole. “Beyond this door is where you get to roam the marvelous Grand Garden.” 

You gulp, mind full of wonder and awe as you watch her turn the key, and it glitters and sparkles with the bright light beyond the door, much like your eyes right now. 

From the moment of purchasing your own golden ticket, you have been scouring the internet in hopes you would find more info about the Hope World Factory and the mysterious secrets it keeps locked up tight behind its doors. There wasn’t much on the Jung family or the current CEO of the factory. Just rumors of an immense and large edible garden, with so much grandeur and thought put into it, it was something straight out of a fairy tale book. 

“Everything is edible.” She states with a smile before pushing open the door. “But please be advised to stay within the walls of the garden with your partner, or you could end up in some serious… hot chocolate.” 

A few people in your group snicker at her sweet-treated pun, but you can’t focus on anything except seeing what is beyond that bland-colored door, wanting to know if the rumors of splendor are true. Your palms are sweaty and your mind blank with anticipation. 

“Please come back to this door, under the raspberry truffle tree in one hour!” She smiles as she finally pushes the door open for you all to run inside, and see what the Jung family has been hiding for decades. “It’s something out of your purest imagination!”

Speaking of Jung family, you wonder if the rumors are true: the family's youngest son is in charge of the factory now, after his sister got engaged to a rival candy company’s heir. So many whispers and hush-hush with this family, you swear! Deep down you really wanted gossip and drama from them, as selfish as that sounds. You wish they were a little bit messy and spill their internal secrets to the world. So you only really knew what the internet and late-night television hosts would spread amongst the airways, which were usually ridiculous words of slander and vile garbage. 

But what you do know about the famous sweet CEO was that he has an amazing taste in everything from cars, to clothes, especially to candy and you’ve heard that he has an amazing, dazzling smile. Supposedly, and according to the rumors circulating everywhere. 

“Where’s your date, young lady?” The woman with white eyebrows asks up to you with a serious smile on her orange lips, breaking your inner thoughts. Her eyes rake your features up and down, like a human scanner, and you can’t help but gulp. You hoped all your hard work was not in vain. 

“Uh-He’s in...the bathroom.” You lie with a wry smile, hoping she’ll buy it with just enough time to get you into the room she’s so close to unlocking. 

She purses her lips and looks away from you, but doesn’t ask you anything further on the manner. 

“Have fun in the garden!” She says instead of throwing you out and opens the plain door to the grandest thing you think you’ve ever seen. 

Couples scream and laugh as they whiz past you on your journey to roam freely around the edible valley. You can’t be bothered though, as your mouth is going to collect dust if you leave it unhinges for too long. 

There are no words. You couldn’t fathom half the things in this room. Is this even a factory anymore, or are you in heaven? 

It’s… simply breathtaking. 

The online forms were right - there is a giant edible garden - but the words and descriptions on screen didn’t do the real thing any justice. And, of course, they confiscated your phones even before you entered the building so you couldn’t document this creation out of a book come to life scene unfolding before your eyes. 

You are stunned as you walk on the hardened peanut butter cup path towards the giant garden in the middle of four, high walls. Your eyes sparkle, filling with tears of joy upon seeing the beautiful, wonderful sights before your eyes, covering your mouth as the couples in your tour guide pass by your idle body. It is seriously extremely super overwhelming: your senses are going on overdrive as your sockets roam over every inch of the garden that you can see. You just need a moment to take everything in. 

There is so much - so many details and little things going on. 

Trees made of marbled dark and milk chocolate stand tall, protruding into the blue-raspberry colored sky, pastel cotton candy clouds wisping around above you. Most of the whimsical looking plants bear fruit of all kinds and gummy leaves hanging low off their perfectly carved branches. You hear a trickle of something, like a stream of water, and see that there is a tiny clear yet caffeinated creek of soda-pop softly crackling its way through the garden. Following your eyes, you see there’s realistic grey rock-candy gravel and well, rocks, underfoot as well as strings of grass you can only assume are sour green-apple flavored, or even possibly key-lime pie? You can’t be certain but you can’t wait to try it! There’s a fountain spewing caramel in the middle of the garden, surrounded by a pool of white chocolate, and it's held together by what looks to be a brick, but upon a further glance, you suspect that it’s potentially licorice or Twizzlers, or a combination of both. There’s tables, chairs, and benches made out of finely crafted shortbread cookies placed along the peanut butter paths of the edible wonderland. There are colorful flowers made of lollipops and sugared, blown glass softly billowing in the artificial breeze, seemingly waving at you as you gawk on in shock.  

It’s all too beautiful. Your mind is having trouble processing everything until you hear an excited scream about life-sized gummy bear bushes and you can’t help, but want to investigate further. 

Your feet finally start to move as you are openly sniffling and crying: you are such a happy mess. 

A stout figure smiles at your back, a menacing aura surrounding her as she presses a single digit on her smartwatch to the man behind this beautiful room and factory. 

“Fritz?” He questions, nearly shrieking through the speaker with excitement. “How are our esteemed guests doing?”

“Oh… Well, I suppose,” her upper lip curves into something dreadfully evil. “But, we have a lost little crumb who decided to bend the rules and attend the party without a date.” 

The young CEO sighs into the receiver, watching everything unfold from his observation deck placed high above the ground, in order to study the humans roaming around his perfect, edible garden. 

He knows. He’s known since she walked in here that she was alone and didn’t have a special someone to share this day of candy hearts and love songs to. 

Which was perfect because well, you see, neither did he. 

He sighs as he tips his silkened purple top hat up to view the mesmerized crowd down below, throwing up his dark leather boots on the desk in the observation deck. Deep down, the young man was lonely, hiding his family’s recipes and secrets for the rest of his life due to the enigma that was the candy business. His usually jovial smile turns into a sour frown as he watches her stand shell-shocked by the river of soda pop, staring up into the cotton candy clouds. Or, paradise, as he calls it.

It was as if she was looking at him, knowing there was someone watching her admire and take in all the hard work that he and his staff have given to the largest and most amazing room in the factory. He leans into the window, removing his boots from the desk to watch her with her mouth agape take in the splendor and majesty that was his garden. His eyes widen as he studies her expression. She hasn’t even eaten or enjoyed anything in the room yet… Why is that he wonders? Was she a spy for another company? No, it was more like she was in complete disbelief that this was even real. Almost like she was marveling at his handy work...

Suddenly, the young man clad in his expensive purple suit has a wicked thought. Oh yes! If she is a fan of confections of any kind she will be a great asset to the company and myself! A dream only someone of his caliber who’s spent so much of his time up in the clouds could fathom. Or she’ll do nicely for some company if I end up breaking her in the process then! 

“Fritz,” he presses his watch up to his lips that curve into a devious smile. “Bring her up.” His amber eyes turn dark and cloudy as he thinks of his lair, a lab where he designs desserts and candies of all kinds. “I think we found our new taste tester.”

Oh wow! This is really unlike anything you could even dare of dreaming! You don’t think anything can ever compare to the concoctions and creations that the Hope World Factory has let the outside world enjoy for a mere afternoon. It didn’t seem right to you to try anything. If you ate and ruined all the time it took someone to place here so craftily and carefully. No. You didn’t think you could. 

Unlike some...

A playful screech comes from your left and you duck just in time to see a flash of white pass right by your nose. 

You watch with mirth as a couple runs by you, throwing marshmallow fluff off the cherry flavored giant mushrooms placed delicately around the garden. They scream and fly past you, making a mess of the precise and wonderful dessert and bakery items it probably took a whole team of people to create. You frown with judgmental eyes, studying the pair of grown adults act like they were children. 

Though you suppose, candy does revert you back to your childhood, where everything was much more innocent and easy to deal with. 

It was amazing what a room of sweets could do to a group of people. 

They race around, running this way and that, laughing and having the time of their lives with giant smiles plastered on their faces. They disappear from view and you stand watching the space from where they left, under a chocolate tree with gummy bananas hanging off of them. 

Shooting through your body, a zinging pain shoots through your heart feeling like the zap of a thousand volts of electricity that trickles down to your toes and lights its way back up your spine again. 

You freeze watching the pair disappear behind a licorice willow tree. With a tired gulp and a teary blink in your eye, you have to face reality. Truth hurts, as some would say: you are incredibly lonely. 

“Miss,” just then, the shrill voice of the stout lady behind you echoes from where you are standing and you nearly jump right out of your skin you are frightened by the sneaky tour guide. You all but tense up, breathing hitching as your sockets expand, fearing for the worst. “Miss, a word?” Your nerves were on fire as the soda stream pops and fizzles next to you, filling your ears with the carbonated crackling, as well as all the blood that rushes to your ears. Adrenaline running through your veins, like hot-white lightening sparking up and down from head to toe.  

Shit! You think turning to face the orange lady with a sheepish smile. I’ve been caught! 

“Y-Yes?” You mumble as she smiles on at you turning to face her fully. 

“Who can take a sunrise?” She starts to sing an eerie tune and your stomach pits. “Sprinkle it with dew?” Your eyes are the size of the moon as you watch her bring a bag out of her pocket as she continues to smile that weird, twisted smile at you. “Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two?” Your heart is pounding out of its chest staring at this round orange woman who reaches into her silkened purple bag, pulling up a handful of what looks like sparkling glitter. “The candy man can.” Her mouth continues to stretch across her face, as she makes invisible worms and spiders crawl along your skin that’s turned to ice. She lifts her hand and blows the dusty glitter into your eyes, as you try to recoil from the crazy action the tour guide throws your way.  

Literally. 

“Hey!” You yell, opening your eyes to find the world covered in glistening lights, the garden shiny and bright for some strange reason. “What the heck?!” 

“Because he mixes it with love,” she ignores you and continues chanting her odd song to you. Your eyelids feel heavy, your body suddenly sluggish, “and chocolate,” you can barely stand on your own two feet as you feel yourself slumping forward and backward. You feel like you are stuck in a murky pit of blackness, and will never be able to escape from the throes of this evil she’s thrown at you. Unable to form a coherent thought, sleep seeps into your mind as you start to succumb to the feeling. Darkness creeps around your vision as you start to fall. Two pairs of hands keep your body up as you hear the orange lady say a few final words. “And makes the world taste good.” 

-

When you come to your senses, you have a sneaking suspicion that you aren’t in the garden anymore.  Your eyes are clouded with that weird dust that the weird-ass tour guide blew in your face. There’s more shining, glittering lights floating above you and you realize all the spotlights are all pointed at you. You try to blink the dust away but every move you make makes your body ache for some reason. Why were you in pain? Did you fall? No, you could have sworn there were two people holding you up, carrying you, while you heard… singing, the whole time…

So weird.

Oh crap, speaking of that green-haired tour guide… You gasp a little, foggy brain finally waking up fully, and you nearly grasp. You finally understand. You were caught! You broke the rules though and you deserve to be reprimanded and rightfully so. But, the question still stands. 

With a groan and a small shift of your head, you try to grab your throbbing head, but it was sadly in vain. 

You blink rapidly. No. This had to be a bad dream right? You are not strapped to a metal object, right? No. Your hands around bound and placed above you? No. You try to kick your legs, only to find your ankles confined into shackles connect to the cool metal item. Loud noises of your struggle erupt from your body, echoing throughout the small, sterile room. Metal clanging around itself was the worst thing you think you’ve ever heard.

There’s… no way… right? 

Your eyes expand, practically falling out of your head as your empty stomach flips over on itself. Your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth, throat running dry. You let out a blood-curdling scream upon realizing that you are tied to a flat, stainless steel table in the middle of a brightly lit, sterile-looking room. You hear the faint melody that evil woman was humming in the distance and you want to throw up you feel physically sick. 

This was something out of a terrible bad trip, a nightmare, a horror movie. Is this a scene from a sci-fi film? Your eyes are shaking in their sockets, unable to focus on anything. 

Sure, you broke the rules. Sure, you should be punished for it or be fined a sum of money. But, wasn’t this a little extreme? What were they going to do? Torture you?  Was the policy for breaking the rules to probe you? With a hard swallow, you honestly hope that’s a solid no. 

“Hi there, little crumb.” Comes the awful, nails on a chalkboard, screeching sound of the stout tour guide flutters in somewhere above you. No! You plead to no one in your head. No please don’t kill me! I haven’t even eaten anything from the garden yet!

Your heart is beating, drumming, pounding at the shackles of your sternum to bust free from your chest. Her sweaty, orange meaty fingers come out of nowhere to twist your face toward her. A twisted smirk forms on her scaly lips, her white eyebrows rising to her wide forehead to reveal her pinked gums and dilated eyes beaming, honing in on you. Her yellow, laser-like eyes lock together with yours, which enlarge in fear. 

“You think you are special, huh?” She laughs, throwing her head back and maniacally cackling. “You think just because the young master has chosen you of all people to be his new taste-tester you think you are something else?” 

“We are going to have so much fun,” she lifts a pumpkin carving knife up to your neck, “together.” She hisses, leaning in, and you nearly taste the bile, the vomit rising in your esophagus while you can’t form a single clear thought as you watch her press the shiny blade to your throat further. Your breathing hitches as she sneers, leaning in closer to practically spit on you. “I’ve loved him for years, since he had dreams to build the garden and you think that YOU,” you wince when you feel the stinging slice of the blade a trickle of blood runs down from your skin and onto the blade. “YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST TAKE HIM FROM ME?”

You are going to die. You are going to die. You are going to be murdered in cold blood by this woman who knows nothing about you. She’s going to kill you and probably play jump-rope in your intestines. 

“Hello, little lady.” A cheerful voice filters in from behind the orange lady, snapping you out of your swirling, disintegrating thoughts of your impending peril and doom. “And goodbye Fritz.” 

Before the round woman could even think to turn around, your vision, that was once white and sterile, is painted in bright sticky red. 

Blood to be exact. 

It drips from the giant blue lollipop-shaped into a knife protruding from the orange chest of the orange tour guide. Red particles splatter upon your body, painting you in the warm, maroon color of her life force that someone is robbing from her. Her eyes roll back into her skull, removing the carving knife from your throat as she spits a lump of clotted blood out of her dry, cracked lips. 

Your lips part in shock, eyes continuing to stay as wide as dinner plates as you watch the lady before you crumple in on herself and slump to the ground in a heap of orange, red, and green. 

A man in silkened purple suit, with a shit-eating grin curving his lips and whose white gloves were speckled and smeared pink from the blood of his staff, was clapping enthusiastically. The sound fills the once sterile room, the noise jarring and ear-splitting as you recoil slightly every time his covered palm connects to the other. 

Why is he clapping? He beams as he steps over her dead, lifeless body as yours tenses up. And who the fuck is he?

You remember where you are and why you were here in the first place and you nearly jump out of your skin. 

He’s… oh my God...

The young CEO of the Hope World Factory: Jung Hoseok. 

He is handsome, there’s no doubt about that. His chestnut-colored hair is barely visible due to the matching violet top hat that covers his head. Amber eyes that sparkle with mischief under the bright spotlight of the medical looking room. You can’t help but drink him in as he starts to loom over you. His slender nose sculpts into a soft-looking smirk, that's curved into a tender smile, shines gently down around you laid out on the cold metal bed. His grin really is magnetic because you are completely captivated by this man who looms lower and lower over you, until you can smell the sweet aroma wafting in around him. 

Enthralled, enchanted, mesmerized… This man has a spell over you and you can't look away. 

But you have to ask, “Are you going to kill me?” 

He blinks at you in disbelief, smile falling only for a moment before he starts scream-laughing. 

“What?” He chuckles as he clutches his sides, cackling himself into stitches. “Oh, no no no, little crumb!” His nostrils flare, honey-colored eyes dilating. “You know who I am, yes? You’ve put two and two together?” 

You nod, with a weak ‘yes’ leaving your mouth. 

“Then you know I’m the infamous candy man, Jung Hoseok.” He sneers, slamming his stained bloody gloves on either side of you on the metal table. “I’m solely going to play with you, little crumb.”

A gasp leaves your lips as you register his words in your head.

You struggle in the shackles, trying to retreat away from the man sneering down at you with mirth. He cocks his head to the side, the bright light being blocked from the man practically climbing on top of you. “Do you know what my main ingredient is here at the Hope World Factory?” His voice drops an octave and his playful eyes cloud over with something dark. 

You swivel your head back and forth in a no.

Hoseok slams his hand down next to your head, nabbing your attention in full force. “Speak when spoken to, pet.”

“N-No.” You whisper, a tear leaves one of your eyes, sliding out of your socket, dripping onto the cold table. 

“Very good.” He caresses your face with the back of his pinkened-color glove. With a menacing and misplaced smirk, Hoseok dips down to your neck where the tour guide shallowly cut you. You whimper with trembling lips, closing your eyes moving your face away from him, which only reveals the pulse point of your neck to him more. “Oh, very good.” You hear him inhale before the warm flat of his tongue laps the trickle of blood that streams out from your flesh. 

Did he just… drink your blood?

Hoseok stands then, lips swollen and colored with your blood, grinning like a wild, maniac above you. “Oh, you’ll do just nicely.”

“F-for-r wh-what?” You shake, tied to the table you are straining, desperate to get out of. 

He raises his hands above you, eyes dark with no sparkle left in them. “I drained my last taste tester, broke her, some would say. But, oh you,” he cups your face leaning in to grin at you with his pearly whites coated in your blood, “you just need to lay here and look pretty while your blood is our secret ingredient for all things sweet in the Hope World Factory.” He shrieks, laughing like an insane person as he cups your face in his sticky palms. “Isn’t that great?” 

Your heart breaks as you silently beg for a quick and easy death like the lady on the ground. This was not what you had in mind for your Valentine's Day, as well as the rest of your life.

“You can’t keep me here.” You whisper, but it sounds like you are begging him more at this point than anything. 

He ignores you and starts humming that dreadfully eerie song from earlier as he leans back over to trap your wounds in between his lips again. “The candy man can.” He hums into your skin, his tongue swirling all over your poor neck. “Because he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good.” 

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[wishingxuponxstarsa]

@pcisondapple​ liked for a starter from Bashful

It was getting close to Christmas, and Bashful had been working awful hard on his gift for Snow White. It was important to him that she got something nice, and something specifically from him. He knew his brothers were likely planning something, but that’s why  he’d put all his hard work into his gift.

He’d finished it early, and while he wasn’t the most impatient of the dwarves, he found this time he couldn’t wait. He walked up to her, trying not to blush as he got her attention.

“Erm, Princess? I, erm, well I made you somethin. I know it’s early but ... do ya wanna see?”

[rjalker]

Stuff I want to give away in the spring:

I’m too lazy to track down the other post.

If it has a + after it it means it also provides food for wildlife besides pollinators

If it has a = it’s also a host plant but that’s usually not why it’s planted

HOST PLANTS:

Milkweed: Common (seeds, seed bombs, seedlings, clones), butterfly (clones[?]), swamp (clones), 

Yarrow (seeds, clones[???])

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FLOWERS:

New England Aster (seeds, seedlings, clones[?]),

Goldenrod (seeds? Clones?)

Marigolds (Seeds, seedlings)

Bee balm (seeds, seedlings, clones[?])

Purple coneflower (seeds, seed bombs)+

Rose (clones)

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FOOD FOR PEOPLE PLANTS:

Beans: Scarlet Runner (seedlings), Pinto (seeds, seedlings,)

Pumpkins: Pie (seedlings, seed bombs), Jack O’ Lantern (seeds, seed bombs) +

Squash: + =

Sunflowers: ???(seedlings, seed bombs) +

Golden Raspberries (seeds, seed bombs, clones)  +

Blackberries (seed bombs)

Black Raspberries (clones[?]) +

Alpine Strawberries (clones) +

Strawberries (clones) +

Blueberries (seed bombs, clones)

Tomatoes + =

FOOD FOR PEOPLE TREES:

Mulberries????? MAYBE IF I’M LUCKY???? (Seeds, seedlings, clones) +

Butternut tree seedlings BECAUSE IT’S FUCKING ENDANGERED +

Black Walnut tree seedlings +

Apple? Tree? seedlings???? +

Crabapple tree seedlings???? +

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FOOD FOR ANIMALS PLANTS:

Pokeweed (seeds? clones??????)

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HERBS:

Peppermint

Spearmint

Catnip

Lemon Balm

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MISC.:

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[petrashappyplace]

RIOT

By Gwendolyn Brooks

A Poem in Three Parts              A riot is the language of the unheard.              —Martin Luther King, Jr. John Cabot, out of Wilma, once a Wycliffe, all whitebluerose below his golden hair, wrapped richly in right linen and right wool, almost forgot his Jaguar and Lake Bluff; almost forgot Grandtully (which is The Best Thing That Ever Happened To Scotch); almost forgot the sculpture at the Richard Gray and Distelheim; the kidney pie at Maxim’s, the Grenadine de Boeuf at Maison Henri.

Because the “Negroes” were coming down the street.

Because the Poor were sweaty and unpretty (not like Two Dainty Negroes in Winnetka) and they were coming toward him in rough ranks. In seas. In windsweep. They were black and loud. And not detainable. And not discreet.

Gross. Gross. “Que tu es grossier!” John Cabot itched instantly beneath the nourished white that told his story of glory to the World. “Don’t let It touch me! the blackness! Lord!” he whispered to any handy angel in the sky. 

But, in a thrilling announcement, on It drove and breathed on him: and touched him. In that breath the fume of pig foot, chitterling and cheap chili, malign, mocked John. And, in terrific touch, old averted doubt jerked forward decently, cried, “Cabot! John! You are a desperate man, and the desperate die expensively today.” 

John Cabot went down in the smoke and fire and broken glass and blood, and he cried “Lord! Forgive these nigguhs that know not what they do.” THE THIRD SERMON ON THE WARPLAND               Phoenix                “In Egyptian mythology, a bird                which lived for five hundred                years and then consumed itself                in fire, rising renewed from the ashes.”                —webster The earth is a beautiful place. Watermirrors and things to be reflected. Goldenrod across the little lagoon. The Black Philosopher says “Our chains are in the keep of the Keeper in a labeled cabinet on the second shelf by the cookies, sonatas, the arabesques. . . . There’s a rattle, sometimes. You do not hear it who mind only cookies and crunch them. You do not hear the remarkable music—‘A Death Song For You Before You Die.’ If you could hear it you would make music too. The blackblues.”   West Madison Street. In “Jessie’s Kitchen” nobody’s eating Jessie’s Perfect Food. Crazy flowers cry up across the sky, spreading and hissing This is it. The young men run. They will not steal Bing Crosby but will steal Melvin Van Peebles who made Lillie a thing of Zampoughi a thing of red wiggles and trebles (and I know there are twenty wire stalks sticking out of her      head as her underfed haunches jerk jazz.) A clean riot is not one in which little rioters long-stomped, long-straddled, BEANLESS but knowing no Why go steal in hell a radio, sit to hear James Brown and Mingus, Young-Holt, Coleman, John on V.O.N. and sun themselves in Sin. However, what is going on is going on. Fire. That is their way of lighting candles in the darkness. A White Philosopher said ‘It is better to light one candle than curse the darkness.’                     These candles curse— inverting the deeps of the darkness. GUARD HERE, GUNS LOADED. The young men run. The children in ritual chatter scatter upon their Own and old geography. The Law comes sirening across the town. A woman is dead. Motherwoman. She lies among the boxes (that held the haughty hats, the Polish sausages) in newish, thorough, firm virginity as rich as fudge is if you’ve had five pieces. Not again shall she partake of steak on Christmas mornings, nor of nighttime chicken and wine at Val Gray Ward’s nor say of Mr. Beetley, Exit Jones, Junk Smith nor neat New-baby Williams (man-to-many) “He treat me right.” That was a gut gal. “We’ll do an us!” yells Yancey, a twittering twelve. “Instead of your deathintheafternoon, kill ’em, bull! kill ’em, bull!” The Black Philosopher blares “I tell you, exhaustive black integrity would assure a blackless Amrica. . . .” Nine die, Sun-Times will tell and will tell too in small black-bordered oblongs “Rumor? check it at 744-4111.” A Poem to Peanut. “Coooooool!” purrs Peanut. Peanut is Richard—a Ranger and a gentleman. A Signature. A Herald. And a Span. This Peanut will not let his men explode. And Rico will not. Neither will Sengali. Nor Bop nor Jeff, Geronimo nor Lover. These merely peer and purr, and pass the Passion over. The Disciples stir and thousandfold confer with ranging Rangermen; mutual in their “Yeah!— this AIN’T all upinheah!” “But WHY do These People offend themselves?” say they who say also “It’s time. It’s time to help These People.” Lies are told and legends made. Phoenix rises unafraid. The Black Philosopher will remember: “There they came to life and exulted, the hurt mute. Then is was over. The dust, as they say, settled.” AN ASPECT OF LOVE, ALIVE IN THE ICE AND FIRE

                                                                             LaBohem Brown In a package of minutes there is this We. How beautiful. Merry foreigners in our morning, we laugh, we touch each other, are responsible props and posts. A physical light is in the room. Because the world is at the window we cannot wonder very long. You rise. Although genial, you are in yourself again. I observe your direct and respectable stride. You are direct and self-accepting as a lion in Afrikan velvet. You are level, lean, remote. There is a moment in Camaraderie when interruption is not to be understood. I cannot bear an interruption. This is the shining joy; the time of not-to-end. On the street we smile. We go in different directions down the imperturbable street.

[two-tickets-to-barbie-please]

@jennyforeigner called me a gremlin and tagged me in this, so now I gotta. (Also this one seems less shady than these multi question things usually are)

Relationship Status: Married since last December!

Fave Color: Funnily enough, Jennyforeigner was also vibing with yellow, which happens to be my current fave color. I alternate though, between red, goldenrod yellow and emerald green.

Last Movie: Uhhhhhh Emma probably?

3 fave books: I really enjoyed the Earthsea series, Hitchhiker's Guide series has unending re-readability aaaaand uh I really enjoyed Alison Weir's The Lady in the Tower.

3 fave foods: Literally always changing. Right this minute it's pepperoni pizza, korean bbq ribs aaaand onigiri with miso and butter.

Last show: Actively watching episode 5 of The Crown as I type this (season 4)

Last song: I think (?) it was... When by dodie clark

Last thing I googled: "1890s fashion plate" I was having trouble remembering what the skirt silhouette was in the early 1890's after seeing a facebook video (which are notoriously incorrectly captioned)

Song in my head right now: Another dodie Clark song. "If I'm Being Honest"-- I was making a French silk pie (and a video!) and was karaoke-ing in my kitchen to dodie songs like two hours ago

Dream Trip: This changes somewhat frequently, too...I think right now I would really like to do a big long tour of the national parks. Hiking in, backpack camping, the gambit.

Anything I want: To have unlimited hobby supplies at no cost, with instant shipping for when I run out (I'm out of most notions at this point, only some buttons left)

I tag whoever! A cop-out, I know 😅