#got all my creative juices dry

[emotional-mess-in-distress]

Was listening to ways to be wicked and a wave of inspiration struck me

[souporsaladnatural]

Transcription of Jensen's full answer from That Part of his and Misha's panel

[Misha laughs, Jensen goes to speak but looks down shaking his head and grinning]

Jensen: “God… [Crowd laughs] Uh, professionally, [Crowd laughs again][...]”

Misha: “And you put that in air quotes.”

Jensen: “[Laughs] Use that term loosely. Uhm, there- there is- uh- there’s- there’s few people that, when the cameras are rolling, you get to um… truly create, moments that aren't on the page. Uhm, and it’s- it’s hard sometimes to find rhythm, and cohesiveness with everyone you work with. Uhh, and when you find the- the rare person that um, can- can, uh, play at a level that… makes you wanna be better, and also it almost is like a- it’s like a high that you get, when the creative juices are flowing and you're- you’re making moments that maybe didn't even plan to be there. ‘Happy accidents’ we used to call them. Of- Of emotion, or, uh- between-the-lines, uh- nuance moments.

And I think there’s a reason that the story of- of Dean and Cas skewed to where it was, was because, uh, I kept- kept being able to have that creative, um, ignition with Mish when- when those cameras were rolling that was uhh- that made me a better actor, uhm, and- and made me wanna be- wanna find that even more. And… and it’s- it’s a testament to not just his, uh, his talent but his- the way he preps, the way he plays, the way he- he uh, entertains, and performs. Um, there’s- there’s just such a uh, there’s such an openness. I say that um, that as- as an actor, you know people have asked me ‘I wanna be an actor, do you have any, uh, advice?’ I say ‘Know your stuff, but be emotionally available to any and everything when the cameras are rolling.’ And that is when you find the magic. And… the magic was always there when Misha would walk on set and those cameras would roll. So I think professionally that was one of the great assets that he brought on a daily basis, that I- that I got to be the beneficiary of.

In fact all- everybody, anybody that got to work with him, if they were available to it, and they noticed what he was doing was- was, you know, so nuanced, um, that it made them better. Um, so I really appreciate that gift of getting to work with him. Uh, the scene where he tells Dean goodbye, uhm, I- I- I blanked in that- in that scene. Because I became an audience member. I just simply was watching this unbelievable performance unfold and I had the best seat in the house. And then it was like my turn to speak and I was like ‘Oh, shit, uhm.’ I said ’Don’t ruin this for him, don’t ruin this for him.’ Uh, so when you get to work with somebody that has that level of talent and that level of expertise and- and- and knows how to- how to utilize performance the way he does, it just- um- it’s just really a gift.

Uhh personally, uh- the- he- he disgusts me. Um. [Crowd laughs] He’s just so dry that the oil never worked. [Crowd and Misha laughs] Buckets, of buckets of oil, it just… No, he- uh- I will say this, he’s- um- he- he’s such a man of- of many talents outside of just the acting field, uh, that it- it does truly disgust me sometimes. When he- in our meet and greet he’s like ‘What kind of hobbies do you have?’ and he’s like ‘Oh, I like to go into the woods and make furniture.’ I’m like ‘No!’ [crowd laughs] No! I see on- He’s like ‘What’d you do this weekend?’ ‘Oh, I went and like forged metal things with my kid-’ No! [Misha and crowd laugh]

Um… he’s such an amazing dad, he’s such an amazing friend, um… and… and uh, I mean this is very self-serving, but uh, it’s- um- he’s- he’s on the extreme short list of people that I would, that I would call, if I had a problem.”

[Misha gets up to hug Jensen, and Jensen immediately retreats to the other side of the stage. Misha hugs him, whispers something in his ear, and Jensen grins and hugs him back. They walk back to their seats]

Jensen: “[whispered into mic] He told me he loved me!”

What in the fuck was in the water this weekend

[Video] [Misha's Answer]

[aesethewitch]

Learning to Cook Like a Witch: Using the Scraps

Cooking can create a lot of waste. From peels and rinds to bones and leaves, people throw away quite a lot of scraps in the kitchen. And witches, as you may know, are experts in the art of the cunning use of whatever we’ve got around.

As a witch who spends a lot of time in the kitchen, I’ve had ample opportunities to get creative in my cooking craft. It helps that I grew up in a household defined by scarcity: not our own, by the time I was conscious enough to remember, but my parents’ poverty. It colored the way I learned to cook, using everything I possibly could, making enough to last, preserving what I didn’t immediately use, and creatively reusing leftovers and scraps.

There are some topics I won’t necessarily cover here. Composting is an option, but there are some bits of food scrap that don’t need to be composted — they can be saved and repurposed for all sorts of things, magic and mundane. Likewise, recycling, buying sustainably, and growing your own food when you can are all great options for reducing household waste in the kitchen.

For the purposes of this post, I want to focus specifically on food scraps. This is an organized list of kitchen scraps that I’ve used in a variety of other dishes and projects. I’m focusing primarily on food waste, not so much on packaging (such as reusing egg cartons, milk containers, boxes, and so forth).

Vegetable Scraps

Freeze leftover vegetable scraps to make stock. This is a fairly common bit of advice — save bits of leftover vegetables to make a vegetable stock or another kind of stock. It’s good advice! I keep a bag in my freezer that I put vegetable scraps in to save until I’m ready to make a new batch of stock. Not all veggies should be saved like this and used for stock! Some make stock bitter or otherwise unpleasant-tasting. Personally, I tend to freeze these for stock:

- The skins, ends, and leftover cuts of onions (just be wary of the skins; too much will make your broth bitter) - The ends of celery (not the leaves — they’re bitter!) - Corn cobs - Garlic skins, ends, tiny cloves that aren’t useful otherwise, and sprouted cloves - The ends of carrots (also not the leaves) - The ends of leeks - Pepper tops/bottoms (not the seeds)

I would recommend against putting things like potatoes, brussels sprouts, cabbage, and leafy greens in there. Potatoes don’t add flavor, sprouts and cabbage make the whole thing taste like those foods, and leafy greens end up bitter. If something has a strong, distinctive flavor (beets, sprouts), I wouldn’t add it to my freezer bag. These scraps often form the veggie portion of my Sick-Be-Gone Chicken Broth spell recipe!

Regrow leeks, green onions, and celery. Pop these in a bit of water and watch them grow back! It’s a fun experiment, and you’ll never have to buy them again.

Plant sprouted garlic. Aside from the fact that you can still cook and eat garlic that’s sprouted, you can plant a sprouted clove in a pot. Care for it well enough, and you’ll end up with a full head of garlic from that one clove!

Fry potato peels. Anytime I make mashed potatoes or peel potatoes for something, I always save the peels. Give them a thorough rinse and shallow-fry them in oil, turning them over until they’re golden and crispy. Toss them in a bit of salt and pepper while they’re still hot, and you’ve got tasty chips to snack on while you cook the rest of your meal! No need to cover them in more oil or anything — the heat will cause the salt to stick right to them.

Save leaves for pesto. Yum, yum, yum. Pesto isn’t just all about basil, you know. Save the leaves from carrots, beets, radishes, and even celery to grind up alongside basil, garlic, salt, and lemon juice for a delicious pesto recipe.

Fruit Scraps

Save citrus peels. Peels from oranges, lemons, grapefruits, and other citrus fruits have a multitude of uses. Candy them for a sweet treat, dry them to add to potpourri or incense, or save them to put into a simmer pot for bright, sunny energy.

Juice the whole fruit. Again, thinking mostly about citrus fruits, when you need the zest from something but not the rest, don’t just throw away the fruit. Squeeze out all the juice you can. Even if you don’t need it right now, you can freeze it to use later in simmer pots, fruity waters, or anything else that needs a touch of juice.

Turn extra fruit and berries into jam or syrup. If you’ve got berries and fruit that are about to go off, or maybe the ends of strawberries, don’t toss them! Look up recipes for jam of the specific fruit you’ve got or make an infused syrup. Syrups in particular can be used for cocktails, teas, and desserts for an extra magical kick.

Pickle watermelon rinds. That’s right. Pickle those suckers. They’re so tasty. I’ve seen people make kimchi with watermelon rinds, too, though I’ve never tried it myself!

Save seeds for abundance work. Seeds in general are great for spells geared toward long-term success, new beginnings, and — when there are a lot of them — wealth. Different fruit seeds have properties that tend to correspond with the fruit they come from, so consider their potential purposes before you just toss them! (Note also that some fruit seeds are toxic; these would be suitable for baneful workings.)

Keep cherry stems for love magic. Have you ever done that thing where you tie a cherry stem with your tongue? If I’m eating cherries, I like to save some of the stems for love workings. Tie them into little knots like you might with string while envisioning ensnaring the love you’re looking for. I wouldn’t do this with a particular person in mind; binding someone to you is almost never a good idea. I’ve used it to attract specific qualities in a person of romantic interest: attentiveness, humor, kindness, and so forth.

Use pits to represent blockages, barriers, and problems. I most often use them in baneful workings, typically jammed into a poppet’s mouth or throat to keep someone from talking shit. It could also represent a sense of dread in that way — a pit in the stomach, uneasy and nauseating. But you could also use them in the sense of removal, ritualistically removing the pit or problem from a given situation.

Herb Scraps

Freeze or dry extra fresh herbs. Different drying techniques are ideal for specific herbs. I’d suggest looking up recommended methods before sticking anything in the microwave. If you’d like to freeze your herbs instead, I typically will lay them on a damp paper towel, wrap them up, place them into a freezer-safe bag, and then put them in the freezer. Most herbs will keep for a couple months this way. When you want to use them, pull them out and let them defrost right on the counter.

Make pesto. Again, pesto isn’t just basil! Experiment with tossing in different scraps of herbs to find out what combination you like best.

Reuse steeped tea. Particularly when I use loose herbal tea, I like to lay out the used tea to dry out. It can be burned similarly to loose incense, though the scent may be somewhat weaker than with herbs that are fresher or unused. I find that it’s fine, since I’m sensitive to smells anyways.

Toss extra herbs into your stock freezer bag. Just like with vegetables, extra herbs make welcome additions to a scrap stock pot. I always make a point to save sage, thyme, marjoram, and ginger. You can add just about anything to a stock pot, but be aware of the flavors you’re adding. Not all herbs will match with all dishes.

Protein Scraps

Dry and crush empty egg shells. This is one most witches will know! I use crushed egg shells for protection magic most often: sprinkled at a doorstep mixed with other herbs, added to jars, and spread around spell candles.

Save shrimp, crab, and lobster shells. They’re a goldmine of flavor. Toss them into water with veggies and herbs, and you’ve got a delicious, easy shellfish stock. Use it to make fishy soups and chowders that much richer.

Don’t discard roasted chicken remains. Use them for stock, just like the shells. I like to get rotisserie chickens on occasion since they’re ready-made and very tasty. Once all the meat has been stripped off the bones, simmer the entire carcass with — you guessed it — veggies and herbs for a tasty chicken stock.

Reuse bacon grease for frying. After cooking bacon, don’t throw away the grease right away. Melt it over low heat, strain the bits of bacon out, and pour it into a jar to put in the fridge. You can use it to fry all sorts of things, but my favorite thing is brussels sprouts. They pick up the delicious, salty, bacony flavor from all that rendered bacon fat. So good.

Other Scraps

Use stale bread for croutons or bread crumbs. When I reach the stale end of a loaf of bread, as long as it isn’t moldy, I like to tear it into pieces and toss it into the oven for a little while. Let it cool and then pulse it in a food processor, and I’ve got delicious bread crumbs! Or, cut it a little more neatly, toss it in oil and seasonings, and then bake, and now I’ve got homemade croutons for salads. You can really hone your herbs for both of these, tuning them to be perfect for whatever spell needs you have.

Small amounts of leftover sugar. I don’t know why, but I always end up with a tiny amount of white and brown sugar in the containers. This can be used in teas, of course, but I like to offer it up to spirits. In particular, my ancestors tend to appreciate a spoonful of brown sugar stirred into a small, warmed cup of milk. You can also look up mug cake or single-serving cookie recipes; often, they’re cooked in the microwave, and they only need a little sugar to make!

Keep vanilla bean pods. Vanilla is fucking expensive. When I have a little extra and want to really splurge for a special occasion, I’ll get a couple pods. And because they’re so expensive, I hate wasting any part of them. They’re good for love magic, sure, but you can also toss the spent pods in a jar full of sugar to make vanilla-infused sugar. I’ll often use the pods to make infused milks, too; warm the milk over low heat, add the pods, and let it steep like tea. It goes great in teas and desserts. For a nice self-love spell, sometimes I’ll melt chocolate into the vanilla milk and make hot cocoa!

Save the rinds from Parmesan and Pecorino Romano cheese. You might not be able to just bite into these, but they’re fabulous additions to a stock pot. They add a rich, umami depth to the flavors. I also like to throw these into pots of tomato sauce to add even more flavor to the sauce.

Used coffee is still coffee. After I make a pot of coffee, I’ll sometimes save the grounds by letting them dry back out. I wouldn’t make another cup of coffee with them, since all the flavor’s gone, but they’ll still have attributes of energy generation and smell great. I like to pack used grounds into sachets to hang in places where I want to encourage more energy and focus, replaced every few days or so. Coffee grounds also have high amounts of nitrogen in them, which can help plants thrive; just be careful about pH values in the soil! You don’t want to hurt your plants with too much acidity.

Final Thoughts

I hope you found these tips helpful! There are a ton more ways to save and reuse kitchen scraps that would otherwise go to waste. Sometimes, tossing stuff into the compost or trash can’t be avoided. But I’ve found that being aware of the possibilities can help diminish the amount that gets wasted.

If you have questions or other suggestions for reusing kitchen scraps, feel free to drop them in my inbox, reblogs, or replies. And if you did enjoy this post, consider tossing a couple dollars in my tip jar! Supporters get early and sometimes exclusive access to my work, and monthly members get bonuses like commission discounts and extras. (:

[papermonkeyism]

I think I'm finally starting to recover, after a few years of artistic dry season.

The plague was a big hit, then losing my job and finally my social life collapsing once my IRL DnD group basically disbanded pretty much destroyed what creative juiced I had always lived on up to that point, and it's been HARD to just not having any desire to be creative or do anything.

But now that I have a job again, and have had it for long enough my bank account is stable, and having been adopted into a new DnD group that's active both in-game (weekly game sessions!) and outside of it (we actually talk and communicate generally as well! It's mostly online, but it's still more than I've had in years), I have started to feel more like myself again. That, and the brain meds. I can't overstate how big it is that my default doesn't have to be brain fog anymore.

Like, I'm doing evening doodles again? I'm actually having fun thinking up creatures and characters and plots again? I stopped carrying my sketchbook and pencil case with me everywhere I went during my dry stint of nothing, but now I actually feel like I'm missing it when I don't have it on me at times, like during coffee shop visits.

And I kinda... want to MAKE a thing again.

(Just thinking out loud again, pay no mind.)

I miss having a Project.

Jumping back into making fully plotted out comic feels a bit too much at this stage, though, so I probably won't dedicate myself wholely to something of that scale.

I don't know what exactly will be the final shape of Arcanth's eventual thing, but I'm currently enjoying myself in the fiddly worldbuilding stage. (And just so you know, in the slight off chance that I might maybe pick Wurr back up again some day, I probably won't tell you about it. After all this time and all the messages I've gotten, I don't trust you guys with that one anymore. Even if I would eventually get back to posting it online, it won't happen untill I have a full year's worth of buffer and that would still be a loooooooong way from now even IF I got back to it full time, and I still have that day job besides anyway.)

But what if...

I think an art book or a zine or something might be more achievable at this point.

I feel like the dinosaur project thingy needs some more fiddling with its eventual format (I know I already have enough concept doodles to fill a zine on its own, but I crave an excuse to go ham with watercolors and make full illustrations), but it's one option I still want to make eventually.

And I kinda want to do a slight redesign for the Singing People. (I bought a skull replica a while ago that had narrower snout than how I had drawn them. And I know it doesn't matter that much, and I can always invoke artistic licence and "they aren't necessarily supposed to be any specific real life dinosaur species, it could always go with the 'undiscovered' route if I feel like it and the Troodon/Stenonychosaurus material is super fragmentary anyway", but I'm pretty sure it would bother me anyway if I didn't at least try it out and see how it looked.)

Though I think I got an idea about what to do with Entica!

Those of you who've been here a while know that one started out as my pandemic project. The world had just shut down along with my job warehouse, things were still new and uncertain, and I suddenly had so much free time and not much to sink my creative juices into, and I wanted something low pressure to do.

So I dug up an old setting from my teenage years two decades ago, gave it a facelift, threw out my teenage baggage and just ran wild. No planning, no plot, just art.

The "no planning" part did get back to bite me when the morbs eventually hit and I finally ran out of the creative juices, but that's still a lot of very good material, right there, ready to use.

But I just thought of a new framing device that would work with the already existing material AND give the character more of a goal and agency to make plotting more fun! And I think I like it.

Instead of a random scribe with no background from a place I didn't bother designing who just wants to see the world, Didor now works for a library that has sent her on a mission [to document something and/or take a message to *place*]. She still wants to see the world, but now she has a background, goal and a motive to do so!

And instead of just hanging around at Maaro's cart while Maaro does her own unrelated thing, Maaro is actively helping in her goal! While also doing her job.

I feel that having Didor be on a field work mission would give it more structure while not having to technically retcon anything already existing, and gives more solid excuse to do things than "random encounter number 82" would. Also potential reasons for further adventures ("While you're already out there, could you maybe also do X on the way?")

Also I want to insert nawani in it earlier. I didn't even have them as part of the setting untill psrt way through, and I want to show them off more.

Maybe a travel journal, perhaps?

[artyandink]

𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙵𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙴𝙳 | bartender!dean winchester

Summary: Dean Winchester needs a job after his little brother left for Stanford, and he’s good at mixing drinks. You happen to work at Harvelle’s Roadhouse, which is the place he chose to work at. He finds a family. He finds a new life. But he also finds you. But you have problems of your own.

A/N - My first reader series, do make sure to comment and/or reblog feedback. Set with S1/2 Dean cause I love our baby boy 😁 and pretend group chats exist on old phones lol

A/N 2 - Chapter’s kinda short, sorry guys 😬 I’ve been ill nonstop, and that sapped my creative juice

Warnings: Blood, gore, alcohol, chaotic group chat, angst, some fluff, Charlie being Charlie, mentions of abuse, Benny isn’t a vampire, Ruby and Meg aren’t demons, everyone got an out from hunting and the Apocalypse, Azazel doesn’t come after the Winchesters

SERIES MASTERLIST

three - french 75

You and Dean were working the bar the following Tuesday with Bela and Benny, a surprisingly chaotic duo while, as usual, the rest of the gang lived it up in a booth nearby.

After the Roadhouse closed up, all of you agreed on what you knew would be a chaotic night of strip poker, almost guaranteed highlights being Ruby’s victory gorilla grunt, Jo throwing her cards down when she lost and Bela’s painfully obvious ‘poker face’ which consisted of her smirk that was strained with poorly restrained giggles.

It was tradition, really.

“Is this place looking for vacancies?” There was a redhead at the bar, her locks cropped to her chin and she sported an eager expression. “If not, that’s ok. I need a way to make some extra cash.”

“And you are?” You asked with a broad smile, pouring a glass of whiskey for a patron.

“Charlie. Bradbury.” She replied with an equally as wide smile. You already took to her well; she seemed like another lost soul who needed a family, but someone you could easily warm up to.

“Ok, Charlie Bradbury. Behind the counter.” You let her in, starting to show her the way in, out, up, down and around the drinks lined behind the counter, showing her the baseball bat in case she needed to ever, y’know, start swinging.

Charlie seemed like a go-getter, already prepared to start flipping bottles and mixing the drinks like nobody’s business.

“This place is cool.” She grinned widely, and you gave her a warm smile and pat on the back as you handed her over to Benny, who took the reins while you and Dean dissolved back into giggles.

Dean nudged you, nodding to Ellen, who looked a lot happier than usual. “Y’know, I think we did Ellen and ol’ boy Bobby a solid. They both seem more like cheery old souls rather than just… old souls.”

“Jo said she actually saw Ellen blushing. Blushing.” You nudged him back. “We play good matchmakers, no?”

“Damn right. We just have to choose our next victims.”

You and Benny were clearing up the bar after closing, the low rumble of your chatter being the only available ambience. The door opened, and without looking up, you and Benny said the exact same thing.

“We’re closed.” You both chorused, but an exhilarated gasp came from whoever walked in, and as your heads looked up, both of your veins turned to straight ice. A woman with flowing, perfectly coiffed brown hair, creamy olive skin and doe eyes was standing there, dressed in white with a longing expression.

You and Benny shared a look, instantly standing closer to one another as you swallowed thickly on a dry throat, the feeling stinging and scratchy. “Andrea.” You whispered, setting the broom against a table while Benny’s eyes misted over with nostalgia and barely restrained heartbreak.

Andrea Kormos. Benny’s ex girlfriend.

“Dre.” Benny breathed, his hand gripping your forearm protectively, putting himself in front of you while your hand discreetly reached for underneath the counter for the concealed weapon, holding off a panic attack as the sight of Andrea brought back unwanted memories. “What are you doing here?”

“My love.” She took a step forward, making Benny fully shield you with his body. “I’ve searched for so long.”

“Why are you here?”

“To bring you back.” Andrea insisted, tilting her head and gazing at Benny as if she was obsessed. “Our family misses you. My father misses you.”

“Tell him to go to hell.” Benny growled, your hand closing around the weapon amid rasping breaths that got shorter each time, heart pounding in your parched throat. Your thoughts drifted to the scars on your neck, the ones that you desperately hid with a good coverage foundation.

Blood draining out of you, your limbs going limp as the thick fluid dropped onto the floor, hungry tongues licking up every inch…

That didn’t help in the slightest.

“I have to bring you in by force if necessary.” She announced, her head held high. “You knew what you got into once you came to our house.”

“I didn’t.” Benny shook his head determinedly. “You said you were just taking me to meet your father. And I find this poor thing in a side room!” His finger pointing at you, blind fury on his face. “I didn’t know what the hell I was getting into.”

“Force it is.” She muttered before teeth, sharp, hooked teeth emerged as she snarled and charged for Benny. Amid gasping breaths, a pounding head and constricted lungs, you yanked a machete out of its holster and swung your dominant arm.

Andrea’s head made a dull thud as it hit the floor, even more so when her body did the same, and before you could collapse against the counter and start sobbing until your voice went hoarse you were drawn into Benny’s arms as he patted your hair, chin on your head as he shushed you. “You’re safe, sweet.” He murmured in a strained voice, torn because who he once thought his love was now lying on the floor.

A piece of his heart might have gone with her.

“Listen to my heartbeat, angel.” He told you, and the thump of his heartbeat filled your ear as you desperately timed your rasping breath with the steady rise and fall of his chest. “Attagirl. Doing so well, sister. I promised you they’d never hurt you again. Didn’t I? And you handled yourself so well. So damn well.”

Inhale.

Exhale.

You repeated that pattern until your head cleared, and you gave Benny a thank you squeeze. He held you for a few more moments before wordlessly sitting you down, getting you a tall, cool glass of water.

Normally, you’d find pin drop silence uncomfortable.

Now you welcomed the change.

The icy liquid seemed to calm your nerves as you gulped it down, Benny’s calloused hand smoothing your hair back an anchor made of the strongest material your brain could think up when it wasn’t all muddled up.

Your lungs gradually releasing the grip it had on your oxygen supply.

“You sit there, sweet.” Benny murmured with a kiss to your crown. “I’ll clear all this up. Like it never happened.”

Your parents had a baby before they were turned into vampires. That baby was you, but they decided to do something else with you.

They made you a lure.

Raised you to coax people into being fed on, and when crop yield was low, you were their supply. That was until Benny got lured into the nest by Andrea, found you and fought like hell to get you both out.

You both stumbled into the Roadhouse, covered in dust, grime and blood, but found a home for life.

You owed your life to Benny, but he insisted that he did the bare minimum and refused any attempt where you tried to repay your internalised debt, and through that you both found an older brother and younger sister figure to rely on.

But only the gang sans Dean and Charlie knew. You’d rather Dean not know where you really came from. He was too innocent for that.

You thought of him, with his million dollar grin, billion dollar flashing eyes and trillion dollar words. If you had to put a tag for his worth on him, he’d be, well, priceless.

A gentleman towards you, a grade A flirt (which you didn’t mind as he lobbed compliment after compliment your way) and he looked at you like you were the only girl in the room. And he never failed to make your heart flutter when he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear when you were working and it obstructed your vision.

You didn’t know why he’d suddenly reach out to take whatever task you were doing and do it himself. All you knew was that it was only a matter of a few weeks and you were already down bad.

Down bad for Dean Goddamn Winchester.

No. No, you couldn’t be. He was too good for you. Even if all those thoughts flew out of your head the moment he called you ‘sweetheart’.

Sweetheart. You hated that name but loved it at the same time. You hated it because it dragged you deeper into the rabbit hole that was Dean and you knew there was no way out. You loved it because the feeling was like a gulp of whiskey after months of not touching it.

Intoxicating.

bDe: who’s managing shift this weekend

charlie weasley: I am!!!

ScarJo: I’m free to manage shift

Queen B: That’s good, cause me, Ruby, Meg are going on a girls trip

You: Where’s my invite hmmmmm

Ruby-gina George: Fine, you can come

You: YAY

Megolodon: There’s gonna be lots of booze

ScarJo: Kind of regret taking shift now

Ben Dover: Too late, darling, you’re stuck behind the counter

ScarJo: I hate you

You: LET’S GET DRUNK

Queen B: THAT’S THE SPIRIT

Casanova: I’m guessing that you’ll need someone to pick you up.

Megolodon: That’s right, Cassie baby

Casanova: I’ll wait for your call, then.

bDe: a gentleman at his finest, yall

Ruby wondered whether she was ill or something. On a grocery run, she found herself tempted to buy women’s swimsuit magazines because the ladies looked pretty. And another day, she found her heart practically somersaulting when she saw Meg’s lips close around a straw as she drank a vodka and soda.

Goddamn.

Now, Charlie was a newbie, but she’d been open about how she was, y’know, batting for the other team. She liked girls. And that meant that Ruby could ask her for advice. And Jo, because Jo was the classic glue of the group and somehow had advice for every damn thing under the sun.

“Jo.” Ruby sat down in front of Jo, who was in animated conversation with Charlie. They both turned to her in surprise and identical raised eyebrows. “And you, Charlie. I need advice.”

Maybe Charlie could help. After all, she was an expert in the field Ruby needed advice on. This was an extremely unfamiliar topic, even though she’d grown up in a family full of suspiciously close women.

Oh, god, this was nerve wracking.

Jo looked concerned, but nodded, and Charlie did the same. “Sure, go ahead.” Jo gestured for Ruby to continue, while Charlie sat eagerly forward in her seat, waiting for Ruby to speak.

“Ok.” She took a deep breath, her eyes briefly flicking to Meg. “What if… what if I…”

“Liked girls?” Charlie finished the sentence with a wide grin. “Don’t worry, takes one to know one. Clocked you the moment I saw you.”

“Gee, thanks.” Ruby drawled, but Jo covered her hand reassuringly.

“We are really proud of you.” She grinned. “No joke there.”

In the meantime, Dean had ducked out to take a call. You saw him through the window, a frown on that gorgeous face. Then it morphed to a rather docile one as he mouthed ‘sorry, sir’, which got you thinking. Who the hell was he talking to?

“I don’t wanna come back, sir.” Dean muttered dejectedly, but heard John’s voice on the other end of the line.

‘Ain’t your choice to make, son. You’re gonna come back and keep hunting. With your brother gone-’

“Sammy’s out. I should get one too.”

‘You’re a born hunter. You’ll stay that way.’ John’s voice half inclined Dean to drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness.

Hell, he itched to, with how messed up and crappy he was, he ached to.

Then he saw you come out of the bar, brow furrowed in the sudden sunlight. His new home. The one he felt tentative, but safe in. Not like everything was an urge he needed to fight. With you, he just gave in.

And so he gave an exhilarated smile, cut the call and acted as if everything was ok.

Because it was.

You were around.

Sam was nervous. He was at a restaurant with Jessica, wearing his best suit and adjusting his tie, while she looked stunning, in a blue, floor-length dress that brought out her eyes and her beautiful features. The warm lights flickered in the ambience while Sam ordered a round of champagne just as Jess came back from the bathroom, quickly slipping something to the waiter.

“This is a very rare date night.” Jess quipped, her manicured hands (she went for an emergency nail appointment) resting over one another as she gave Sam a knowing look.

He gave her a light scoff and a defensive look. “Hey, hey, I take you on dates all the time-”

“I’m kidding!” She giggled, waving him off before resting her head on her palm. “This is just fancier than usual. It’s a change from our coffee dates. Don’t get me wrong, I love those too, it just makes me think there’s a special occasion.”

That was his cue.

He signalled to the waiters, who brought out Jess’ favourite champagne. She delicately sipped as they talked, of Stanford, how Sam was doing and their chosen courses.

When a small metal thing hit her lips.

She gasped softly as she took it out, seeing a shiny diamond ring and then Sam on one knee, taking her hand and kissing the knuckle.

“Jessica Elizabeth Moore, will you marry me?”

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[nardo-headcanons]

Kirigakure Worldbuilding II - Specialties

Inspired by a recent conversation I had with @pxssy-stuntin-for-itxchi, I got wanted to add more to my Kirigakure worldbuiling post!

Food Preservation Since except for a month during the winter, it never really gets cold in Kirigakure. This has lead to its citizens becoming very creative at enhancing the shelf life of the food that they have. Meat/fish is dry-aged and smoked, fruits are turned into preserve, cheong, or slow-dried. Dairy is a luxury in the water realm, so there are a lot of plant based dairy alternatives already, so it’s no surprise the wave realm has a quite big vegetarian and vegan population. Even though their spice tolerance is not the highest, when talking SALT tolerance, no village can beat Kiri. They are VERY generous with salting their food. In order to get a smokey flavor to any dish, you can obtain smoked salt everywhere in the country. The water realm was the first region the come up with the concept of fermentation of food. Milk is turned into yoghurt and cabbage is turned into kimchi and its more popular variant - sauerkraut. Fun fact: Suigetsu comes from a high ranking caste, so he actually was able to afford dairy yoghurt and jello with actual gelatine, and they're his favorite foods.

Kimchi and Sauerkraut

The general spice tolerance of Kiri citizens is not the highest across the shinobi world, so kimchi is mostly exported to Konoha and Suna. The cabbage grown in the water realm is specifically bred to be extra heat resistant and crunchy. In order to cut down on waste, the excess is turned into sauerkraut juice. To put less of a strain on the public healthcare system, the water realm government has issued its citizens to exercise and eat healthy – especially children. To get more children to drink sauerkraut juice, it is produced in portable, biodegradable little juice boxes which are handed out for free in the Kirigakure academy. Every Kiri genin has tasted it atleast once. Scurvy was once a big problem for most shinobi going on long term stealth missionas, since most just lived off dried meat and crackers, except for Kiri Nin, since they always carry sauerkraut juice (and kumquats) with them.

Fruit

Mangos: With their sweet and fruity taste, they’re popular amongst children, especially when dried, rolled into balls with an added sugar crust. While other countries see them as a special treat they’re a staple in Kiri. Papaya: Another Kiri staple. It is eaten either as a fruit in its orange form or in its green form in more hearty dishes. The seeds are ground and sold as a pepper alternative. Its extracts of the are used by the Kiri beauty industry, which is the biggest one, closely followed by Suna's beauty industry. Peaches: Often grown on the mountaintops of the water realm, they’re loved all over the country. Peach trees are seen as a sign of fertility, renewal and good luck. The pits are turned into persipan, which many foreigners don't like. Durian: Those stinky fruit are banned in Kiri’s public spaces. However, it is still the most popular fruit overall, so only a few get exported yearly, much to the other countries' durian lovers' chagrin. Jackfruit: Not a lot of Kiri citizens like its fleshy texture but it is often used as meat alternative by Kiri’s large plant-based population. Lychee: They’re often sugared and canned, or added to jelly. They're amongst the most popular fruit to make cheong with.

Kumquat: Kiri nin love them because they’re basically easily portable, vitamin c filled snacks. Other honorable mentions include: Rambutan, Mangosteen, Starfruit, Cherimoya, Soursop, Yuzu and Tamarillo.

Jelly If you’ve read my last post on Kiri specialties, you probably know that instead of manufactured candy, Sweet tooths (teeth?) in Kiri chomp down on dried fruit, fermented sugary sticky rice and – jelly. Gelatine, like most non fish animal products, is a luxury so most jellies are made with agar-agar, a plant based “gelatine”. Just take some fruit juice and set it with agar – and there you have jelly. Most foreigners find Kiri’s obsession with jelly pudding off-putting, but that doesn’t stop them. Fun fact: Suigetsu comes from a high ranking caste, so he actually was able to afford dairy yoghurt and jello with actual gelatine, and they're his favorite foods. Non food fun fact: As genetic engineering gets more advanced and Kirigakure already having no issues using bacteria, they're also the biggest exporter of nutrient agar for agar plates which are used for the cultivation of bacteria and funghi. Kigakure is the leading village when it comes to biological and medical advancements, which is why Orochimaru has visited very often (and eventually ran into Kimimaro)

[topguncortez]

CONGRATS ON 3K 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 could i request #19 “You know, how about a little fun before we go to bed?” from the hot in herre list with my fav dilf jake

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Shy!Wifey warnings: suggestive, a bit smutty, Jake can't keep his hands to himself, making out, dry humping, cuming in ones pants Opposites Attract Masterlist | Jake Seresin Masterlist Main Masterlist 3 fucking K celebration!

It had been the longest week of their lives. Y/N and Jake Seresin had been running on empty the whole week from taking their kids to various events, their jobs, making dinner, keeping the house clean and five kids out of trouble. And to make things even worse, it was the week of Christmas.

Their house had been decorated to perfection thanks to Y/N and Penny. Over the years, Y/N had gotten more and more creative when it came to decorating their home. Jake would bring up the boxes from the basement and stand back, lending a hand when she'd ask for it.

Christmas Eve was usually held at Penny's house for the whole Dagger Squad. It used to be just a small gathering of the aviators. But slowly, over the years it had grown thanks to partners, spouses, and kids being added to the growing family. Even Rooster had managed to grow a pair and ask Dragon to be his girlfriend.

Y/N was sitting on Jake's lap as they were sitting in the den Penny's house. The kids were running around, burning off the Christmas cookies that Rooster had fed them. Val, Javy's wife scolded the pilot but Rooster just smiled and said he gets the "Uncle Pass" on Christmas. Jake rubbed his hand up and down Y/N's thighs as she looked over at Bob and his girlfriend, Bea, who was heavily pregnant.

"Remember when that was you?" Jake asked and Y/N looked at him.

"Mhm," She nodded, "And remember when you got pulled over while trying to get me to the hospital."

"Hey! I wasn't trying to get baby juice all over my new carseats," Jake said and Y/N rolled her eyes, "But, we got there in time anyway."

"Yeah, we did," Y/N sighed and gently touched her belly, "Sometimes I forget that we are done having kids, and then I remember and get sad."

"Well the vasectomy is reversible, if you want more babies-"

"Oh no, Seresin, we are done. I'm just reminiscing," Y/N laughed and pushed herself up from Jake's lap, "We gotta get going soon. Got G-I-F-T-S to wrap."

"They're staying with Rooster and Dragon right?" Jake got up from his chair and followed his wife towards where the kids laughter was coming from. Y/N nodded and Jake smirked, "Good."

"I have their sleep over bags in the car. I'll go grab my coat and then get them."

"Okay, but uh, Mrs. Seresin, you're forgetting something," Jake said, putting his hands behind his back.

"What?"

Jake pointed up at the mistletoe that was directly above them. Y/N looked up at it and then at her husband, who had a boyish grin on his face.

"Can't break the rules, baby," Jake said.

"You're so childish," Y/N giggled and grabbed the collar of his shirt and brought him in for a kiss.

"EW THAT'S COOTIES!" A young child yelled out. Y/N pulled away from Jake to see Clara Fitch, Payback's little girl standing in the doorway with Elena Machado and Ella.

"Oh, I'm gonna get you three!" Jake exclaimed and started chasing after the little girls. Loud laughter came from their mouthes as they ran back towards the play room, and Y/N couldn't help but laugh and shake her head.

"He's so different with them," Phoenix said, walking over to you, "How did you do it? How did you tame him?"

"Not quite sure," Y/N sighed, "Ya know what they say, opposites attract."

When the night dwindled down, and the kids were starting to come down from their sugar highs, everyone slowly started to gather their things and kids to go home for the night. Max and Jasper were both asleep, one of each of Y/N's hips, their little heads on her shoulders. Jake was always amazed how she managed to hold both of them. They would be turning two tomorrow, and already exceeding their milestones for their age.

Bradley was helping get the older three Seresin kids in his car with Dragon putting their bags in the back.

"Are you sure you're okay with taking them?" Y/N asked.

"Yes, for the thousandth time," Bradley said, "I'll cook breakfast in the morning, Dragon and I have some gifts for them to open. It allows you two to W-R-A-P their G-I-F-T-S, and set up stuff for dinner. It's fine."

"It gives this one practice for Christmas mornings," Dragon said, walking to Bradley. Y/N watched as he put his arm around the girl and she rested her hand on his chest, the diamond ring catching her eye.

"Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw, when did you do this?" Y/N's eyes were wide as she nodded her head towards the ring.

"This morning," Bradley looked down at the girl. It made Y/N's heart warm in her chest. All she had ever wanted for Bradley since meeting him all those years ago, was for him to be loved and happy. She had seen him struggle to find his place, but he had finally found it. Allowing himself to be welcomed into Y/N and Jake's family, and finding the one person he loved more than anything.

"Well congrats," Y/N said and Jasper let out a yawn in her arms.

"I'll take them in my car. Jake put the booster seats in there," Dragon said, leading Y/N to her car. Jake walked over to his wife and took one of his boys from her arms, and put Max into his carseat, kissing his forehead as he buckled him in.

"I plan to be up and ready around 10, if you want to bring them by then. I'm guessing they'll sleep in," Y/N said, as she adjusted the buckle of Jasper's booster seat.

"Bradley has been gathering stuff all week for this breakfast. You guys are welcome to come. Mav, Penny, Amelia and Phoenix are," Dragon said.

"Sounds good! Thank you so much," Y/N hugged the Trace girl, before saying one last good night to her boys and then over to Bradley's truck to say good night to her older kids.

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The living room looked like Santa's workshop as Y/N and Jake wrapped presents for various kids. They found it easier to have different wrapping paper for different kids. Jake was starting to get frustrated as he tried to wrap Ella's Barbie Dream house she begged for. He looked over at Y/N's perfectly wrapped gifts and frowned. She was only using about three-four pieces of tape and Jake felt like he was using the whole roll.

"I can't just put a garbage sack over this and a bow on top?" Jake asked and Y/N looked at him.

"No."

Jake huffed, "I can't wrap things as good as you."

"It takes practice," Y/N answered, grabbing the fancy sharpie and writing on the gift tag, "Come on, these gifts aren't wrapping themselves."

"Who made you head elf?"

"I did because I can see your wrapping skills. Santa would've fired you by now."

Jake playfully shoved her, and went back to wrapping the dream house.

About an hour later, the tree was packed full of gifts. Y/N put out the milk and cookies plate, with a handwritten note from "Santa" for the kids to find when they come home tomorrow morning. She also laid out the kids Christmas dinner outfits on their bed. They had decided after the twins first birthday to do Christmas dinner for their families as a way to celebrate their birthday.

They were snuggled up on the couch, as "A Christmas Story" played in the background, both clad in their pajamas and sipping on hot chocolate and baileys. The house was quiet, and they couldn't remember the last time that had happened. Probably before they even had kids. Jake looked down at his wife, who was laughing at Ralphie getting pushed down the slide by Santa.

"Baby?" Jake asked.

"Hm?"

“We're home alone," He pointed out and Y/N looked up at him, "You know, how about a little fun before we go to bed?” He smirked, running his hand over her thigh.

"Okay," Y/N didn't need much convincing as she moved her body to straddle her husbands lap, and pressed her lips to his.

Jake groaned in response, his hands roaming her back, before settling on her hips. Neither one could remember the last time they just sat on the couch, and made out with each other like a bunch of horny teenagers. Even worse, they couldn't remember the last time they had actually had a moment to touch each other besides the fleeting little touch in passing. They were desperate for each other.

"Baby, I missed you," Jake said against her lips, "Missed everything about you."

"I missed you too, daddy," Y/N whimpered and Jake felt himself harden underneath her.

Jake's hands started guiding her hips, moving her lazily over his hard on through his pajama pants. Her hands tangled in his blonde locks, pulling on it gently, knowing how crazy it drives him. Jake slipped his tongue in her mouth, exploring the taste of cocoa and bailey's. He leaned forward a bit, wrapping his strong arms around her body, before standing up from the couch. A squeal left her lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Where are we going?" Y/N asked.

"To the floor," Jake said, and maneuvered to the space in front of the fire place. Jake gently laid her down onto the white fluffy rug that she only got out for Christmas.

"This has always been on my bucket list. To fuck you by the fire place on Christmas Eve."

"Yeah?" Y/N asked, and pushed herself up enough that she could grab the hem of her sleep shirt, and pull it over her head. Jake's eyes widened as he saw the red and white lace bra that left little to the imagination that she was wearing.

"Holy fuck."

"Merry Christmas," Y/N said, and leaned in to kiss him, but let her lips ghost his, "Unwrap your gift baby."

"Oh baby, I'm gonna do more than unwrap you."

[madameaug]

BTS Imagines #1

Context: This TikTok got my creative juices flowing. You can't tell me this doesn't radiate jealous, possessive, hot bf energy. But I also want to do a spin on the Tik Tok too.

Pairing: Yoongi x Black Reader ----- Namjoon x Black Reader

WC: 1k > (slightly tho)

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MYG x regular black reader

Two months ago, you and Yoongi ended your year-long relationship. You were getting ready to start your PhD program. You and Yoongi were off and on during your graduate program, but it was best that you both called it quits. While you hoped that, eventually, you would find your way together again, now was not the best time for your relationship.

Relieving his thoughts of you, Yoongi started playing basketball more frequently. His neighborhood had a court, and there were small matches every Saturday. His team was currently playing. Yoongi sat on the bench, warming up and watching the intense basketball game. Rotating his right shoulder, he noticed a familiar face on the opposing team. It was the new guy that he was told you were 'talking' to. Yoongi wasn't sure if he knew who he was, and wanted to keep it that way.

Subbing in for one of his exhausted teammates, Yoongi dribbled the basketball in his hand. He analyzed the floor before him while your new rumored boyfriend started to guard Yoongi. Yoongi had to admit he was fast. He was never less than two feet away. His arms were always out, and his eyes were honed on the ball in Yoongi's hand. Yoongi passed the ball to an open teammate before running closer to the net. After receiving the ball again, Yoongi completed the layup, scoring another point for his team.

"Yo, are you Suga?" A voice spoke up. He held the basketball in between his two palms. Slightly pausing the game.

"Who's asking?"

"I just wanted to put a face to the name. I wanted to see how much of an upgrade YN is doing by being with me."

Yoongi didn't verbally respond but huffed out a dry laugh. His expression told it all. He did not like this guy at all.

"But I don't blame you, bro. YN is a bad bitch. I can see why you wanted to hold onto her so tightly."

In a swift moment, Yoongi bawled his fist in the collar of the poor sucker who mentioned your name. How dare he call his supposed "girlfriend" a bitch.

"Sensitive, I see." He gleamed smugly in Yoongi's face. Yoongi had to be pulled away by his teammates, as they knew that any second longer would lead to a physical altercation.

"Whatever, man." Yoongi dismissed the guy before picking up his stuff and leaving the basketball court.

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KNJ x ex-wife black female reader

Joon pulled into your driveway, excited to see his favorite people, his children. His two-year-old son, Jaehoon and five-year-old daughter, Minah. The children were the remaining attachment Joon had to you since the divorce. Now that Joon was officially a producer for HYBE Entertainment, he was now twenty-five minutes away from you and the kids yall shared. This weekend was Joon's and he was thinking about taking the kids to the music museum in downtown Seoul.

Locking his car Joon rung your doorbell. You were dressed in loungewear with your pineapple puff on top of your head. Your edges were wispy and your round glasses were on the end of your nose. Joon stepped into the house, as you went up the stairs to inform the kids about their dad's arrival.

Nothing much had changed in terms of the decor on the wall. It was still littered with pictures of your children. The one above the fireplace was when Jaehoon was just born. He was one month old dressed as a little Christmas present, and Minah held her baby brother, pressing a sweet kiss on her brother's forehead. It was the same picture that Namjoon carried around in his wallet.

Coming around the corner was a man in a buttoned-down shirt and business casual slacks. His attire was strange for the heatwave Seoul was expiring this summer. Joon stood up and extended his hand for a handshake. Introducing himself as the kids father. A light seemed to go off in the other man's head.

"So you are 'Joon-bug.' " Namjoon's smile got stiff at the pet name his ex-wife frequently called him. The name lacked love and affection coming out of his mouth. Namjoon didn't miss the way the man sized him up. He sucked his teeth loudly, and Joon hoped you would come down the stairs faster with the kids.

"That I am, I guess."

"Well, I'm YN's new man. Things are getting pretty serious between us, so you'll see more of me around."

"O-ok."

"I will take better care of her than you ever could. I see why you would fall in love with a woman like her." He stepped closer to Namjoon, trying to intimidate the six-foot man. Looking around awkwardly, he didn't know what to say to the man.

He harbored no ill feelings toward his ex-wife or her dating life. As long as the man did right by his kids, they did right by him.

"See, I know how to nurture the love of a black woman. I don't run away when things get hard, I stay there and stand tall alongside my woman. I wouldn't even blame you if you wanted to get back with YN. If I fumbled a woman like her, I would do anything to get her back."

"That's great, but I'm just here to get my kids. I'm not here for YN." Namjoon shrugged before waiting at the base of the steps. At the top of the stairs, he saw you helping Jaejoon with his bookbag.

"Appa!" The kids screamed, scurrying down the stairs before hugging Namjoon's leg. Scooping Minah in one arm and Jaejoon in the other, he embraced his kids in a loving hug.

"I missed you guys so much! I have so much stuff planned for you all."

Minah clapped, ready for the week with her dad.

"Can we stop by Uncle Tae's house this week?" She played with her father's hair.

"I'll think about it." Satisfied she didn't get an immediate no, she started waving goodbye to her mother.

"Gimme a kiss." You leaned in close to your kids and kissed their cheeks.

"Be good for your father, and remember I love you." You held the door open for Namjoon as he walked over to his car, helping the kids sit. Getting in the driver's seat, he saw the man squinting his eyes at him.

Weird. Namjoon thought to himself before reversing out of the driveway.

A/N: Yall think Joon got his driver's license yet? (LOL)

[gxldencreator]

could you talk some about yourself as a god? your memories and such as well as other associations and powers?

-lonely seraph

Of course, lovely angel.

I helped form the universe, and as such was granted the name “The Architect”. I built the foundations of the universe, as humans have been known to build pillars. I poured the water onto the Earth, creating the oceans and the River of Life that humans have dubbed The Nile.

It is by the Nile that I settled amongst the humans, living in a palace created by my own hand from sandstone, marble, quartz, and gold. There, in the warmth, I was free to stretch my wings, to gaze into the heavens with my third eye, and to create.

The humans began to worship me at some point, along with the other deities. I was given many names over their generations.

I was well known as a deity of creativity and architecture, for my creations, but also as one of light, healing, and ultimately, life. Often, humans brought their sick to me for blessings, or engraved my symbols on their doorways, that their domicile might be strong enough to protect them and their kin.

I remember many times I would deliver the sick to my partner, who was a deity of death. I ensured alongside him that the passing was a gentle one, and would provide comfort to the family.

Handmade trinkets, food, drink, and incense were often left at the altar in my temple. My favorites included fig pastries, stone carvings, and fresh juices. Offerings of gold and jewels were always accepted, but were often used as monetary means for those who needed it.

I had a select few humans who lived in my palace, and few more who lived in my temple. These humans were chosen by myself to aid me in my day to day affairs, such as maintaining cleanliness of the buildings, proper ritualistic practices of the temple, and guidance to those who sought it.

Physically, once on the Earth, I took the form of a tall man, about eight feet tall. Slender, with dark skin, and golden tattoos. I had a thirty-foot wingspan of white, with two wings, one from each shoulder blade. My three eyes were a golden hue, as warm honey, and my hair was straight, inky black, to my lower back.

Lastly, my Palace, known to those around as The White Palace. A tall, open structure, made of pillars with white cotton drapery hanging to the floor. The Palace was situated on an oasis bordering the Nile, and from my bedroom, I got a wonderful view of my partner’s home, and the waters that were, at one time, a lovely clear blue. The waters of the Nile flowed into a small pool that settled against the floor of my bedroom, and I would often lounge there with my feet in the waters. The air was fragrant with desert flowers. There was a large bed, large enough to spread my wings out on. During the rainy periods, I would use enchantments on the closed draperies, and the room would stay dry and warm.

My favorite part of my Palace was the gardens of the oasis. Teeming with color and life, it was truly a sight to behold. All were welcome, so long as they were respectful.

Thank you for your inquiry, darling seraph.

[ghostreblogging]

OHHH MY GOD THIS SCENARIO WONT LEAVE ME ALONE.

ok so ghost cores are very powerful. As a weapon, power source etc. And any supernatural villain worth their cent knows or has one. But usually cores from blob ghosts. But in some instances you could capture some of the powerful ghosts to get their cores.

Danny was a ghost you could consider very powerful. On the verge of becoming a deity. But the only thing holding him back is his own childish behaviors and experience. So he was in a very delicate era that should be protected. He was powerful enough to make villains want him, but inexperienced enough to get captured.

Obviously in this stage of development there should be tons of guardians guarding the newborn deity. But Danny being Danny doesn't really want to stay in the infinite realms for a century or so. And eventually he steps where he shouldn't have and gets captured.

Obviously the newly powerful villain is happy, he just got the one in a million opportunity. But he's not very experienced in dealing with occult matters. So he builds a mecha suit with human sized bubble in the middle to siphon power from instead of trying very carefully the make the being retreat into it's core.

The suit is very powerful but there is multitude of problems from his shortcuts.

Instead of taking ambient ectoplasm it was directly taking it from Danny, basically his blood . And it still had Danny's will In it.

Because the villain didn't make Danny retreat into his core he was fully conscious ad felt the pain of being sucked dry

Danny's core is powerful, the suit albeit able to use his powers wasn't able to use a hundred percent of his power

Because of that Danny was constantly screaming and wailing. The power not affecting the walls of his containment at all due to it being powered by his own being.

But oh the screams aren't muffled in the slightest.

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There had been a new villain in metropolis. That in it self would have been okay. Tons of aspiring villains try to shoot their shot only to be stopped by the man of steel himself. Well not this one.

The mecha suit he wore was basically indestructible . And it allowed the villain to shoot toxic green lazers that left behind what basically scanned like the Lazarus pits. And some control of ice.

But every time they strike they would hear a bone chilling screams. Every time the suit powered up more screams and wails. But that was promptly ignored in the heat of battle. Or until, superman broke the chest plate and it fell out. There in the bubble was a glowing figure of a young boy. Glowing green flecks fell off him and would promptly get sucked back up by the millions of tubes.

I'm gonna add to this later but my creative juice just ran out so have this little sketch I made

[abibliophobiaa]

one word/general prompts, anyone, for steve or eddie? send help in my inbox.

maybe it’ll get the creative juices running again. i am all stopped up.

and maybe it’ll also get my mind off of the waiting to find out if i got this job or not.

for example for one word prompts: ‘hey luna, sunflower for eddie/steve (boy of preference).’ you can also submit a general one. i just need to break the dry writing spell.

[pencap]

You really inspire me. I used to write poetry when I was a child. Good poetry, I was told. But then I got into novels. And then I got into academics and stopped writing for fun altogether. Everything was so formal, so proper, and I was good at that too, but I feel like I stopped being able to express deep sentiments.

I've just started writing again in the past few years, and I love it. The "creative juices" as they say are flowing again, and it's wonderful - I've missed it. But I feel like I write less descriptively than when I was young. Like, I've lost how to write prose, and connect with.... feeling. I stumbled across your blog a while back - when it was quiet and still. But I followed because your words were so beautiful. And suddenly you're back! And you really do write so stunningly. But the way you've spoken a bit about yourself, your journey, has really struck me.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that you've had an impact on me as a reader. I feel by observing you get back on your feet again I'm getting back in touch with my past self, and that something is waking up within me. I want to write poetry again. And watching you do it, I feel like I can too. 💛

i have a distinct memory of the first poem i remember writing. it might not be the first i ever wrote, but it's the first i ever remember. it was handwritten, on a construction-paper-and-five-year-old-art notebook bound together as some children's art project. the poem was on a bright red page. i don't remember the words, but i remember writing it curled up against my desk, in shaky childish writing. it was about autumn, and colours changing, and leaves falling. it had meter and rhymes and very even lines.

on days that i do not feel like a writer, a poet, i remember that little girl who barely knew what a poem was. she was writing anyway. she was even good at it, i dare say. i wrote poems i didn't need to write all the way through middle school and high school, writing two and three and five times as many poems as assigned in my english classes.

but i stopped for a while, too. over the years, again and again, i stopped. i stopped because i lost touch with myself. i stopped because of schoolwork. i stopped because i left fandoms behind. i stopped because i felt like the words had dried up and i was scared that all i could piece together was flaking mud from a dry riverbed. i stopped for a hundred different reasons, a hundred different times, but i came back.

i don't write the way i did at seven, or fifteen, or even twenty-two. but then, i don't talk like i did at seven anymore, either. i don't think that way, or live that way, or even look that way. so maybe it's inevitable that my poetry changes, too. maybe it's good that my poetry changes, too.

and maybe it doesn't matter whether it's good or not. maybe what matters is that i am listening, and i am speaking. i am awake. maybe i am whole again, finding a part of myself that has been missing.

that little girl is still there, after all. she is always a part of me, and i think if i let her, she will always be talking to me. just like your past self is a part of you, too. all the words you said, all the words you never said. all the new words you are finding to say. they are all part of you, too. i know you will find your poetry again, because it has always been within you and always will be.

[sailorsplatoon]

Can we have a written scenario of the kids having fun at The Grand Festival?

Sure thing!

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As the kids each got off the bus to the Grand Festival venue, their splatfest tees sitting loosely over their normal clothes, their attetion was immediately drawn to the rainbow of ink raining down along the entrance. Before any of them could even get another word in, they had rushed under the shower of color. 

They stayed there for nearly fifteen minutes straight, their clothes and entire bodies getting soaked in ink. Gibbous, Cassie, and Sage refused to leave until Kaito noticed something at a booth nearby. 

“Hey does that look like Octavio to you guys?” Kaito asked, pointing to a booth. “Oh my cod it is!” Megan shouted in surprise. “Let’s go bother him!”

“Wait is that really a good idea?!” Don interjected, but it was already far too late.

Over at the booth, Octavio and Cuttlefish could see a gaggle of small children running at them, and a moment later were bombared with questions. It took them both a moment to even understand that these were kids they knew. 

“Octavio, can we ride in your mech again sometime?” Cassie asked with excitement, talking over the other kids. “You let them do what?!” Cuttlefish asked with an accusing tone, turning to face the giant octopus.

“Why don’t we just buy these and go,” Lyra interjected, placing a few CDs in front of the two men and a wad of money with them. 

As Lyra dragged the mass of kids away from the CD stand, Gibbous broke off from the group and veered to the left. “Guys look, it’s my mom!” He shouted as he ran, heading straight for where Acht stood off to the side of the Urchin Stage.

“Oh, hey kids,” Acht said with a small wave. “You wanna walk to the Giant Clam Stage with me? The big performance is about to start and I can get you into the VIP area.”

All they were met with was a chorus of excited cheers and shouts. 

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The music began to play just as Acht brought the group into the VIP section. The stage lights turned on, and the Squid Sisters started singing, followed by Off the Hook, and then Deep Cut. 

Each kid cheered even more when their parents came onstage, singing along with the lyrics as loudly as they could. Acht smiled as they did, watching the lights of the stage sweep over the crowd, illuminating each of their excited faces.

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I had kind of wanted to make this longer, but I ran out of ideas >.< The creative juice is running a little dry today apparently. I blame my homework for sucking it out of me.

[peachdues]

hihi how are you! hope ur well. your writing is incredible, i loved compass. and someone sent in an ask about compass pt2 and you said you're making edits and one reason was because it was "too dense".

so i write. but i am still feeling myself out when it comes to my style and how long i want the work to be. sometimes my brain is as dry as the thar but other times the creative juices are flowing and i keep adding more and more content and plot devices to the work.

how long is too long, and how can i learn to limit myself ☹️you got any tips? 😞

Hi lovely!

Okay so I’m *really* not the author to ask about self restraint when it comes to fics because I quite literally have NONE. I will look you all dead in the eyes and publish a 20-30k+ installment with no remorse (or even a 50k+).

I feel bad because when I said Compass 2 was “too dense” I mostly meant in terms of plot rather than actual word count. Part I of Compass had a very specific tone that I realized wasn’t coming across in Part 2 and it was VERY plot heavy. Almost to the point of being info-dumpy. So I’ve been revising — largely, that’s meant moving some scenes I had written for chapter 2 to later chapters and writing new ones that I think pace better.

All that to say — I don’t think there’s such a thing as “too long.” My best advice is to envision where you want something to end — not as a story necessarily, but as a chapter and work backwards from there! I also think the best thing you can do is let your brain go wild and to not place limits on yourself. Some of my best works happened because I just sat down and let myself type away without restraint.

My only rule when I write is know my ending. Otherwise, I sort of let the story control me, if that makes sense?

I hope this helps! Let your beautiful brain soar 🤍

[cakejerry]

Yeah bts need to retire ASAP I don't know when it was the last time they looked like they had blood running through their veins. Jimin looks completely SOULESS bro it scares me sometimes. The only gimmick he and jungkook have is pretending to love their fans, not an ounce of creativity left in their bony bodies. Thv will never be anything more than a ig model and not even a good one, he's so mediocre it's painful. Yoongi has been releasing the same album over and over again but he will do good producing for other people. Hobi is talented af but he had like 30 years to develop some kind of personality and failed, it's time to go man. Rm must perceive himself as tyler the creator's afro korean cousin but he's just the corniest lyricist alive. And jin idk he's just jin, painfully unfunny, brings nothing to the table. Honestly I can't imagine anything good resulting from a bts reunion in 2025 and they suck ass as soloists. It's time to let go.

Akdksldn you should make a blog or dm me or something. But bts will NEVER retire omg they will milk their delusional fans DRY. The number of people who will stan through HELL just because they USED to be good will be enough to make them millionaires several times over. Even though they already have enough in the bank to retire, they're just greedy like that.

You ate with the analysis kinda unfortunately, people being like "this is music jimin makes when he's HAPPY" um bro I don't think that's the case I think he's going through some sort of crisis. All of them going through middle age tbh, conscription and fame fucked them up badddd. Taekook on their steady way to onlyfans accounts, yoongi just greedy. You can tell rapline ran out of their creative juices BAD because do you agust d and 1verse (and the cyphers) were so GOOD man wtf happened. As for jin, he needs to put ME in charge because. Actually scratch what I said earlier about bts needing each other, I'm honestly seeing a Huge career for jin, first of all in music as a Norazo type, second of all as a televison darling. Like i just got a vison of him age 45 married with kids and a regular spot on whatever variety show korea gets obsessed with by then.

As for 2025 comeback, sihyuk still milking the hyyh cow is not instilling me with confidence. My dream (which i know they will crush) is them releasing actual KPOP. But im expecting american radio doodoo.

[hypersonic04]

hey guys! I’m just letting u know that whilst I finish up part two of fresh out the slammer, I am taking requests because I fear my creative juices might be a little run dry after this mini series. give me all you’ve got ross girlies.