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[possum-tooth]

just went for a walk and my neighborhoods not as scary as i was making it, please clap

[sinnabarmoth]

Tribute for the Dragon (2/18)

Pairing: Dragon|Sylus x Fem|Reader

Summary: Reader finds her footing as the servant to her new draconic master. Just like there is much of the mountain to explore, so there is much more to learn about the dragon.

Content Warnings: Adult language.

Length: 3k

Chapters: (1) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16)

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The following morning you woke up and sat with the reality that you were indeed still inside a dragon’s lair. You were now employed to a dragon that looked far more human than you expected a dragon to look. That did not make him any less dangerous. In some ways, you worried that it made him more so.

Without much other choice you slid out of bed and found the clothes that you had worn yesterday. Such finery was not meant for the day to day work of cleaning and cooking. You decided to makeshift one of the layers into a simple working dress and pulled your boots back on. Your first task of the day was going to be finding a bathing room or something.

As you walked about the tunnels you realized that in the years since the mine had closed down nature had taken back over immensely. There was an entire ecosystem in this mountain. Some poking around you found a room with a fresh water spring running through it so you knew you had a place to get drinking water. You took the time to get a drink and wipe some of the grime from your person before moving on.

You eventually found the dragon in one of the tunnels. He was carving a large X into the stone above an archway. He turned his head to look at you. “Morning, you slept late.”

“I don’t really know what time it is. There aren’t exactly windows in here or clocks.” you shrugged. “What are you doing?”

He gave you a look and you held back a groan. “Will you tell me what you are doing, master?”

He smirked and turned back to the arch. “I’m marking the rooms you aren’t to enter. Simple enough for you to understand?”

“Very.”

“Good.” he turned to you fully, his gaze raking you up and down much like it did yesterday. “Is that what you are wearing?”

You looked down at your makeshift dress and shrugged. “I didn’t exactly pack to stay. This is the best I could do.”

“I see. Follow me.” he started walking off without bothering to see if you were actually following.

You had to rush to keep up with his long strides. “Where are we going?”

“To find you something suitable to wear hopefully.”

“Oh…alright.” you kept behind him. “Um, master?”

“Yes?”

“Do you have a bathing room in here? Somewhere I can relieve myself? I haven’t come across anything like that yet.”

“There is one down the tunnel to where your room is. I’ll show it to you after we are done here.” he kept walking.

You were led through the tunnels until you saw a bright golden light shining from around one of the corners. Upon turning the corner your jaw dropped as you took in the splendor before you. This was the largest room you had seen in the mountain so far and almost every square inch of it was covered in gold and jewels. It shined so brilliantly it was practically blinding. You guessed you’d be able to buy the entire country with just a quarter of this amount of treasure.

The dragon had stopped and was watching you with an amused smile. “Never seen a proper hoard, have you?”

“I don’t think I’ve seen more than a sackful of gold before. This is…intense.” your foot slipped on some of the gold coins and you slid forward.

Without blinking the dragon had whipped out his tail and steadied you once more. “Watch where you step.” he let go and moved further into the room.

Among all the jewels and gold there was a plain stone dais in the center of the room. There was no treasure on it which was strange considering that the wealth was so overflowing it trickled out into the tunnel. Why leave the dais untouched?

The dragon was rifling through the mountains of gold until he uncovered a chest hidden underneath it all. He pulled it out, sending an avalanche of jewels tumbling away. The chest itself was ornately decorated, inlaid with rubies and emeralds the size of your fist. He opened it and sighed, finding more jewels inside. “Wrong one.” he shoved the chest aside and started sifting through the piles of riches again.

“What are you looking for, master?”

“There is a chest in here somewhere.” he said, pulling out another chest from underneath an expensive looking carpet. He opened the lid and slammed it down again. “I can’t remember which one, but it had clothes in it.”

“Dragons hoard clothes?”

“Dragons take whatever they feel like taking. And I felt like taking a rather large chest that I thought would be full of jewelry but was instead filled with women’s clothing. Ah, found it.” he lifted the chest lid and inside was indeed a pile of clothes in nothing but black.

“Mourning attire,” you picked up one of the dresses. “Good fabric though. It should work.”

“So, what do we say?” the dragon leaned closer with a sharp smile.

“Thank you, master.” you slung the dress over your arm. “I will go get changed and start making breakfast if it is well with you.”

“Go on.” he shooed you away. You took one last look around the room and fled back to your room. You changed into the black dress, relieved that it fit as well as it did. The dragon came by a few minutes later lugging the chest over his shoulder and dropped it in the room for you. You thanked him again before going about your work.

The next couple of days you started to fall into a routine. You woke up, got changed, made breakfast, then started cleaning. You had made the kitchen your first priority. Back when this was a mine this must have been the place miners would rest and cook meals between shifts. Most of the meals you made involved just cooking meat but over time you had been able to find some edible plants around the mountain to help supplement your diet. The dragon could live as a carnivore but you could not.

Your other constant task was trying to find your way around the mountain. It was a labyrinth of tunnels and more than once you got hopelessly lost trying to explore. It was embarrassing to say the least when you ended up in some dark corner of the mountain unable to remember which way you had come from. In those moments you had to call out for the dragon to come find you to escort you back to more familiar sections.

“I’m going to have to put a bell on you one of these days.” he said after you had managed to get yourself lost again. What you really needed was a map.

One day you were exploring once again and came across a shaft of sunlight. You rushed towards it and came out onto the side of the mountain. There was a outcropping of a flat patch of land where a series of hot springs descended down the side of the mountain face, leading to the largest one at the bottom.

The dragon was lounging inside the spring, steam billowing up around him. “Exploring again I see.” he said when he noticed you standing there.

“You didn’t tell me there was a hot spring here!” you huffed. “I’ve been heating water over a campfire for days to bathe and these have been here the entire time? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You found it eventually, didn’t you?” he shrugged. “Besides, you never asked.”

“How was I supposed to know to ask?”

He quirked an eyebrow up at you. “You’re awfully haughty today. What has got a bee in your skirt?”

You straightened. “Nothing. Sorry for intruding, master.” you turned to leave.

“No need to scamper off.” he called you back. “Your appearance is actually well timed. Come closer.”

You took a deep breath and turned around to face him, walking to the edge of the hot spring. “Yes, master?”

“Wash my hair for me.”

“Really?” you had been doing a lot of work but none of it pertained to the dragon himself outside of cooking meals.

“Believe it or not but claws do not help a lot with grooming.” he crooked a finger at you. “Now stop procrastinating and get over here.”

You walked around to the edge of the hot spring where he was reclining and took up the soap he handed you. You hesitated for a moment unsure where to start or how to work around the horns. You decided to just go for it and started lathering his hair, taking care to avoid touching his horns. To your surprise he reclined into your touch, his eyes closed.

Any time you had come across the dragon in the days you’d been in the mountain he always looked bored or was grinning like a hungry mountain lion. You had never seen him look so peaceful before. There was something delicate about it, like it was an emotion he wasn’t used to. You started massaging his scalp as you lathered his hair and a content sigh left him. With those claws he probably wasn’t used to soft hands touching him, let alone being able to properly massage anything.

You could have stopped and rinsed his hair already but there was something soothing about it all. You kept going, enjoying the motion of washing his silvery hair, the suds sponging over your fingers and the small satisfied hums that left the dragon.

One of your hands got a little too close to where his horns sprouted though and you swore he growled at you. Your hands immediately sprang away and his eyes opened. “What are you doing?” he asked, his gaze intense. The black of his pupil almost overtook the red.

“Sorry.” you said, “I uh…should I be steering clear of your horns? I didn’t mean to touch them.”

“No. It’s fine.” he closed his eyes again, his chest heaved a deep breath. “They are…sensitive.”

“Oh.” You wouldn’t have guessed that dragon horns would be sensitive. You figured they were more like deer antlers or something like that. “So do I need to avoid them or not?”

“You do not. If anything, they probably need cleaning but I don’t usually take care of them.”

“Oh alright.” Carefully you went back to massaging his scalp, taking the time to actually massage the area around his horns. When you did more small growls escaped him but didn’t make it past his lips, more like a rumbling in his chest. They sent a shiver down your spine and you had to wonder. Were his horns sensitive like a bruise or were they sensitive like the center of a palm? If it was the latter you couldn’t understand why he wanted you to keep massaging them, if it was the former could he be enjoying it? And if so, how much?

You suddenly found yourself glad the steam concealed the fact that a new rush of warmth filled your face. You tilted his head back more to rinse out the suds finally. “There, all done.”

His eyes opened again and before you could step back he shook his head furiously like a dog trying to get dry. “Hey!”

He grinned again, the peaceful dragon you had seen once more gone. “Oh, did I get you wet?”

“You know you did.” you crossed your arms over your chest. “Do you not have a towel?”

“Not out here.” he said.

“Would you like me to fetch you one?”

“If you would.”

You nodded and took off back into the mountain to find a towel or something for him to dry off with. If he knew he was going to be getting in the hot spring why hadn’t he brought one with him? Was he just going to drip dry? And what about modesty? Was he going to walk around without anything on until he was dry? Was that what he usually did?

The more you thought about it the more flustered you got. You were no stranger to nudity. In the past you had lovers so it was not as if you were an innocent naive virgin. But you also weren’t comfortable just going about your chores knowing that your dragon master might be strutting around the mountain naked. For goodness sake, you didn’t even know the man’s name! You didn’t want to see him walking around in the nude. Not that you thought he would look bad but it was the principle of the thing.

You found a towel and made your way back out to the hot springs. Thankfully he was still in the spring so you didn’t need to worry about that. You left the towel next to him and made to leave again when something occurred to you.

“Master?” you turned around. “May I ask a question?”

“What is it?”

“Do you have a name?”

Curiosity lighted his face. “Of course I have a name.”

“May I know it?”

“Why do you need to know it? You already have something to call me.”

Your insides tightened. “I know, but a servant would still like to know their master’s name even if they don’t use it. It’s a common courtesy.”

“Human ways are interesting little things.” he tapped his claws against the side of the spring. “Very well, if you want to know you have to give me some information in return.”

“What would you like to know?”

“Do you miss your village?”

Not what you were expecting. “Yes. Of course I do.”

“Anyone in particular that you are missing? Should I be worried about someone coming up here to try and slay me to bring you back?”

“The only person I can think of doing something like that would be my father but he is old so I do not expect him to scale a mountain and face a dragon just to save me.”

“No lovers back home that may try to play the hero knight to save the damsel in distress?”

“No. I had past courtships but nothing ever serious. I certainly had no affiliations when I left the village.” Besides, anyone that you had feelings for in the past were off fighting in the war now. “Now, I’ve answered a lot of questions from you and you have yet to answer one.”

“Yes. Well, you may call me Sylus.”

“Call you Sylus? Is that your name?” It sounded far too human to be the name of a dragon. Was he lying perhaps?

He shook his head, bored once more. “My full draconic name does not translate well to the human tongue. So if you must address me by name, you may call me Sylus.”

“Thank you, master Sylus.” It felt nice to have a name to put to his face instead of just referring to him as the dragon or master the entire time. He felt a little less intimidating with a name.

Then, as if to punish you for having a quiet moment of gratitude he decided to stand up. You quickly averted your gaze but not quick enough to avoid getting an eyeful of his dick as he stood out of the water.

He chuckled, stepping out of the spring. “Such an adorable reaction.” he stepped closer, wrapping the towel around his hips. The heat of his body and the coolness of the air caused steam to rise off of him. You weren’t sure if it was the steam or his breath that dampened the back of your neck though as he leaned in close. “How much of a maiden are you, exactly?”

“Not that much.” you balled your hands into fists, “I just don’t appreciate being flashed.”

“Fair, I suppose.” he straightened to his full height. “Now that you’ve found the springs feel free to use them as much as you wish.”

“Mhm,” you nodded, trying to not think about how close your legs were to giving out on you.

Sylus left and the moment he was gone you relaxed, leaning against the wall for support. You had really hoped you were getting used to him and then he went and did stuff like that! Did the man enjoy tormenting you? You closed your eyes, trying to center yourself and his dick popped back up in your memory.

“Fuck me!” you groaned. “Get out of my head! I am not dealing with this!”

It was moments like this where you wished that he had just been a normal dragon that ate you instead.

Although, that did bring up something that you had been wondering about. Everyone had bid you farewell as you left the village and probably assumed you had died. You had no way to let them know that you were alive or that the dragon had agreed to protect them. What if they sent another woman up the mountain.

“Shit!”

You ran back into the mountain, determined to find Sylus. You needed to find a way to send a message to the village and do it fast. You were sprinting through the tunnels and eventually found him in your room.

“What are you doing in here?” you asked, out of breath.

“Getting some pants.” he said, tightening the drawstring that closed over the top of his tail.

“Why do keep pants in my room?”

“I need to keep them somewhere. Now why are you running about?”

“Right. I’m worried about the village.”

“There’s nothing to worry about,” he said. “I promised I would defend them and defend them I shall. The bandits you are worried about are still far off so it will be some time before they are upon your village and you will actually need any defending. Why the concern?”

“I’m worried that because I haven’t been able to send word to the village that you accepted our deal that they may try to send another maiden.”

“Another?” his eye lighted, “That could be interesting.”

“No! You already agreed. You do not need more women!” you protested, forgetting for a moment that you were addressing a dragon.

“No? Are you worried about your position?” he stalked closer, pinning you against the wall with his presence alone. “Worried your master will not have use for you if another woman wandered these tunnels?” He tapped a claw under your chin, forcing your head up so you were staring straight into his eyes. The tip of claw stayed pointed on your chin, not breaking the skin but could be if a little more pressure was exerted.

The air around you was sweltering, you couldn’t suck in more than a wisp of a breath. The corner of his mouth cocked up in that damn half smile that you had become so familiar with over the last couple of days. “There’s nothing for you to fret over, my little wildfire. There’s far too little work to actually be done around here to justify having two servants. It would just make you both idle and then I may as well be letting you live here for nothing.”

“So you don’t want to accumulate a harem of beautiful young women to with as you please?” You were somewhat serious with the question.

He scoffed, “One of you humans is trouble enough. I don’t need more getting lost in the tunnels every other day.”

You wanted to argue that you didn’t get lost that often but you both knew it was a lie. “Rest assured, if someone comes they will be sent away. Does that please you?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” When he stepped away his claw dragged lightly against the underside of your chin leaving a thin line of red that welled and dripped with blood and goosebumps that shivered down your arms.

[kentomilk]

ᴺᴬᴺᴬᴹᴵ ᴷᴱᴺᵀᴼ ᴵᴺ

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

it seems there is never an activity too lackluster or intimate for this couple to find pleasure in each other's company with their busy lives.

husband!nanami kento x wife fem!reader.

catalogue. fluff, slice of life content, non-sorcery au/ non-curse, modern au, salaryman!kento, sick & soft kento, (1) mentions of praise kink. wc: 1.95k thea’s preamble. inspired by this incredible art, i must admit i look at this at least once a day. → ✨ also this is my first published work, it's a bit rough but hopefully with time it gets better. thank u for reading &lt;3

kento is a man of routine and order, we all knew that. he wakes up at a set time, kisses his beautiful sleeping wife, carries out his morning routine of showering and oral hygiene, dons his best suit, light breakfast, and is out the door by 8 AM. the evenings he returns home aren’t any less lax, whether he’s home at 6 PM on the dot or late by a few hours, he’ll always greet and kiss his beautiful wife, have dinner in his study whilst he continues more work while the lovely missus reads on the chaise or continues unfinished work of her own as well, then shower and oral hygiene, sleep. 

perhaps that was an oversimplification, but don’t be fooled one may think the man adopts and follows this lifestyle out of a need for security, financial or otherwise. or that he loves the unrelenting and perpetual cycle of working painstakingly 10-hour days, he certainly isn’t given highly-coveted tasks for being a slacker. he’s grateful for what the occupation provides, the salary and bonus that come with his overtime, to lavishly spoil his family, but that's all.

he has no ambition to climb the ladders that will put him in places he doesn't care to be, to rub elbows and kiss ass with scummy executives, leeches, and conceited thugs, only to trash talk and scheme against the moment he steps foot in his home.

all he asks is for saturdays and sundays, as they happen to be Kento’s favourite.

the days he has off from his draining 9-to-5, to be spent properly with his lovely wife. who was ever so patient with him, ever so supportive, and ever so his to love and cherish so as long as his body would allow him. even if his body was battered down to a pulp, he’d find alternatives as necessary, but let’s hope it never comes to that.

there would be times when not much would differ from the previous weekend, and well into the next, spent doing the same activities, or nothing at all. he never wanted to take for granted the time you spent together, and sometimes that meant not always making the most of those days, and he’s okay with that.

whether the two of you lazed in bed until the afternoon or spent a whole day cooking a feast completely from scratch, starters to dessert. visiting the farmers market to cook said feast, reading in your cozy home library, or even the sudden bouts of spring cleaning. 

there is always a welcome invite for spontaneity, a picnic under the stupendous aspen tree you simply adored at the local park. a quick overnight trip to a scenic and quaint town, whether your destination is reached by train, plane, automobile, or even boat. the occasional painting date has become a more frequent activity as of late. but there is one “special” activity that some might consider, unique. one that is relatively low cost, that is done from the comforts of your humble abode, that further advances the intimacy (according to kento), and is reserved solely for you, one that kento absolutely adored, shaving. 

usually, it was something he’d done alone after showers with either a rechargeable or disposable razor or by his barber when it came time for his bi-monthly hair trim. but recently it became a task that you’d undertake by kento’s request, sort of.

while you didn’t mind what would grow from a days of not shaving, he preferred maintaining a clean shave for the clean-cut classification for a man of his occupation, it also became supplemental to his hygiene routine that he grew to love.

it wasn’t something you saw often, kento so dishevelled with the most tragic undereye bags from the lack of sleep from what you’d think was months suffering from insomnia, condensed into a few days. a coarse stubble emerged from the days he’d spent in bed, and his nose was flushed with how often he’d been blowing it with the nearly empty box of tissues that was full just the night before. his eyes were dull and watering, a sight you truly hated. 

"honey, have you seen my hard drive?" he'd sorely asked for the 3rd time today, "it's in the laptop, kento." you called back, changing the towels in your bathroom.

he was delirious, with a runny nose and little to no comprehension of where he was or what day it was, thanks to the combination of flu medicine and kento’s determination to finish a work proposal whilst in bed, common sense would also call it overworking. despite your gentle commands that he needed rest, there was no triumph on your end, as duty calls. he was relentless, in his defense there was a conference that was meant to be held in person had it not been for his sudden ailment. though a live video conference was able to be arranged, owing to the urgency of the matter at hand. 

so you figured the fastest way to get the man back into bed was to help him complete this ordeal swiftly, that meant helping him in the shower, given his sore muscle ached. applying small dots of concealer under his eyes as to not bring attention to his fatigued face, deterring from the presentation at hand.

dressing him in his warmest wool suit, but only the upper half, kento was sound enough to know there was no need to abandon his fleecy Pompompurin pajama pants. the executives were only to see from the shoulders up after all. and lastly ridding him of a heavy five o'clock shadow that was speckled with smears of dried rice from the porridge you had made him earlier. 

“ok, that should be enough,” you whispered, carefully taking off the damp towel that no longer retained warmth, and squeezing out the shaving cream from the canister into your hand.

you proceed to spread the milky foam in a thin layer across the lower half of his face, letting out a soft chuckle at the finished outcome. you picked up the brand-new razor from the counter, puffing your cheeks and letting out a deep breath.

“i trust you.” kento whispered, his voice scratchy and hushed. 

you smiled in response, quietly informing him that you were starting. you crouched to his eye level, pulling his cheek upward with one hand, so the skin where you would shave would be taut. you intently watched his face as well as the area that you had just removed facial hair, making sure that there were no nicks or alter in his relaxed expression, verging on sleep. once you gained confirmation of such, you proceeded to shave the next row, and the next, working inwards towards his lips. 

rinsing the razor after each use, and wiping on a towel you had draped on the counter. though nerve-wracking for a first try, it had been executed well and was quite therapeutic. your eyes were attentive and your hands steady with every down stroke. as you continued to rinse and repeat, literally, you looked up into the bathroom mirror to see your husband rotating his head to view the work that had been done, then looking straight at you with a simple grin and tired eyes, asking what he thought so far.

“you’re doing so good, my love.” he plainly states, but those watery eyes said otherwise with an innuendo you couldn’t miss, in a singular eyebrow raise. stupid praise kink, you thought, looking him up and down, wondering how even in this state, where he acquired the audacity. it wasn’t long until the two of you burst into a fit of laughter, kento being cautious as to not rub off the shaving cream with one hand that covered his eyes as he leaned back in the chair. 

“what even are you.” you snickered, quickly calming yourself with the reminder of the razor in your hand.

you proceeded to shave, on the brink of completion, now focusing above his lip, where you took even more caution than you had before, due to the sensitivity of his skin in that area. opting to sit on his lap, nearly chest-to-chest with his sore arms that maintained enough strength to have a secure hold on you, even though your knees were bent, and your feet touched the heated floor effortlessly. 

a few stolen kisses on kento’s behalf, and nothing more than a restrained smile that he was fighting from getting any bigger as you finished the last few strokes. in his mind, it was anticipated that the minute kento finally got better, you were going to contract what he had afterward anyway. and in turn, he’d take care of you. 

so what's the harm in a few more kisses?

“so my dear husband, how would you like to start our weekend?” you asked, still cozily tucked under the blankets, looking at your husband who was similarly bundled under the toasty blankets, with your hand situated on top of his, placed gently on your cheek.

“well dear wife, it’s been days since i’ve last shaved.” he simpered, looking down at you with sly eyes.

it was something the both of you saw coming, once again he hadn’t been shaving for a while, but of course, it was deliberate. you softly laugh in response with your voice still heavy in slumber, “i’ll go get the facial steamer— in a few minutes, i want to savor every second of this vacation.” further burrowing yourself into his chest.

it had been a few months since the first time you had to shave kento’s while he was recovering, the proposal went flawlessly if you omit the booming sneezes that startled the executives even through the screen.

you had since made the switch to a straight blade like the ones you’d see used in old school barber shops, watching tutorials on methods exercised by professionals for efficiency and safety. 

invested in a proper kit that supplied everything you’d need. from shave oil, pre-shave oil, shave cream, a velvety brush to spread the lather, after-shave (which smelled phenomenal), and blade replacements.

it’s been even longer since his barber last gave him a proper shave after a haircut, and that time will only continue to be prolonged. he loved how close you’d be when focusing, but time after time you’d only grown to relax the tension in your muscles. you’d sit on his lap for more of the session, and those sessions would only go longer from the last.

where there would be conversation taking place about your lives, now and the future. sometimes there would be easy-listening music playing from the speakers that would lay the cornerstones of an “impromptu” dancing session, where kento’s hands would be politely placed on your lower back, and his hand strong in yours, waltzing all around your bathroom for what felt like forever.

he was shirtless, and truth be told a little chilly, and you were wearing an old shirt of his, to him you always looked beautiful. even though there was still plenty of shaving cream on his face, it would eventually be smeared on yours. there wasn’t much more he wanted in life.

if you ask him, any weekend is well-spent, even if you do spend the entirety of it in bed, painting beautiful sceneries, cooking your favourite dishes, dancing with ardour despite having taken one class on ballroom waltz, or you shaving his grown-out stubble. as long as you're by his side, nothing is ever a waste of time. that’s how it’s been, that’s how is it, and that’s how it’ll be.

and who knows, maybe next time kento will convince you to cut his hair.

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[cardicoven]

hi!! could you share any of your experiences interacting with persephone? or how has it felt to communicate with her? or even just fun anecdotes. ive given her an offering and im so happy to worship her... but god theres so little info or people talking about her!!!

Hey! So thanks for the lovely question, its great to hear that your reaching out to Persephone and are looking into worshipping her. I've been working with Persephone for around 3 years, giving weekly (often daily) offering and have maintained an altar space for her throughout that time. I say this not to boast or seem all knowing on the topic but to give some small context on my practice with her. Like many others my practice and worship of Persephone varies with the seasons, I feel her most strongly in Spring and Summer. During this time when light her candle I feel her presence, almost in that way when a Parent/Mentor/Guardian looks in your direction and you feel their eyes on you. When I leave offering during these months, I often experience feedback sometimes emotional, rarely I'll hear an affirmation, 'Thank you' or 'how thoughtful' kinda thing. When I call for her assistance in ritual I feel her behind me, sometimes guiding my hand, or I'll smell/taste something she advises for the ritual, only for the feeling to pass when I lay my hands on the herb/oil/item suggested. When it comes to divination she a dedicated card in my Tarot the 10 of Pentacles (which in my deck is the Pomegranate 10 of Crops, I use the Bottanical Deck link) and in my experience she's always happy to make it appear when she has something to say during Divination. In Autumn and Winter my experiences with her is very different, she feels distant, less patient, she's in the Underworld and has stuff to do. I don't feel her when I light my candles or leave small offerings. Only when I Invoke her and ask for her help in ritual do I feel her presence, its powerful, not stern per se but business esc, she's there to help and her time is not to be wasted. During this time I only invoke her when I really need her, most often in death work, or partially important banishings/protections and I always have a sizable offering at this time. That's not to say Persephone is not comforting or compassionate towards me in the colder months, her attention is elsewhere, and her responsibilities are with the dead.

That's all little heavy so here's a fun Anecdote. A few Years ago, myself and some witchy friends had a Party, there was plenty of drinking and debauchery (we were celebrating a friends bad break up). During a lull in the evening we pulled some cards and did some Tarot, nothing serious just good fun freaking out a few non-witchy friends, nevertheless Persephone had a word or two to share on the breakup, and while I don't remember much of it, it consisted of pointing out the Guys flaws and highlighting my friends strengths. After we put the cards away my friend asked how she should thank Persephone for her insight, I said leave her a wee offering, pour a shot out for her outside. My friend did so and said the following 'Thank for your wisdom Lady Pomegranate', before going back inside and passing out. I guess it's the thought that's counts.

Just gonna finish this off with a small list of recommended Reading since Anon is just starting out, and hopefully it might be useful. I'll link to Goodreads, but you should be able to find copies of these online somewhere if you try to. o Persephone's Pathway by Jennifer Heather: link : a wonderful exploration of Persephone from a modern pagan perspective but not without flaw. (my review) o Greek Religion by Walter Burkert: link : Currently making my way through this, it's academic and a heavy read but so far enlightening. o Old Stones, New Temples by Drew Campbell: link : an older book about Hellenic reconstructionism, reading it atm, so far its heavy but good. o Underworld Gods in Ancient Greek Religion by Ellie Mackin Roberts: link : On my reading list, 'This volume presents a case for how and why people in archaic and classical Greece worshipped Underworld gods.' o Hellenic Polytheism: Household Worship by LABRYS: link : I haven't got around to this yet but it's comes highly recommended. Hope this helps, and thanks again for the ask.

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 03/03/2024

Hello! This update will be a bit shorter than others. Due to school and other things I haven't written or read as much as I normally do. In fact, I'll need to push back one of my series because the outline for it doesn't look right at all. 🥸 I'm feeling more moody and my smut fairy is back. Not that I can't write fluff, it's just in shorter bursts. To sum up:

Two Hearts by the Ocean will be delayed by a week or two (hopefully I can get the outline to cooperate with ideas).

Roc & Doc is updated less regularly so it's not affected.

March Spring Prompts are ongoing. I've been keeping them under 1k so shouldn't be any issues there. I did several of them ahead of time so I'm working on the last 2/3's of the month. I think. There's 10 or 11 done currently. Ugh math.

Florida Heat and Foul Play are both smut so they're safe.

Weddings 101 with Dieter should be fine as well considering what I planned for the next chapter. Not sure when it will be out.

The Lake between us is still on schedule. (Out later today I believe and then bi-monthly.)

Diddle Disco Dieter is being beta read, so maybe this week.

Follow up to a Din Djarin one shot I did still pending. It doesn't have the right feel yet.

I'm also tinkering with a Javier Pena series and a Frankie Morales series as well.

Nerdie, you think maybe, you might have too many projects?

I'm not understanding what you're saying. 😙 Or maybe I do. I have been thinking about cutting back but then my brain says, 'No. Why? It's fine. Motivation comes and goes but your need to write is forever. Also, we can't just leave these ideas in here. They'll turn into cobwebs."

We...nevermind. Carry on.

Now for what you really came for, fic recommendations! 🥰 Make sure to check warnings before you read. 😎

Hot in the Hotel by @musings-of-a-rose Dieter Bravo with himself. (The mind is a wonderful thing. Also pro tip: accents). 😍

It's Leading me on every time we Touch by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (Poe Dameron x f. reader)

Aquarius by @magpiepills (Javier Pena x f. reader)

Private Chef Joel by @bluemusickid (Joel Miller x plus size f reader)

Hunger by @morallyinept (Pero Tovar x f. reader)

Hush by @dincrypt (Din Djarin x reader)

En El Mar by @magpiepills (Javier Gutierrez x f reader)

En El Mar by @magpiepills (Joel Miller x f. reader)

Lie to Me by @morallyinept (Javier Pena x reader)

Night Walks by @toxicanonymity (Joel Miller x f reader)

Feel Good by @charethcutestrory02 (Frankie Morales x Benny Miller)

Keep It by @jksprincess10 (Marcus Pike x reader)

Second Chances part 1 by @pedroscurls (Marcus Pike x f reader)

To the Flame chapter 6, chapter 7 and chapter 8 by @pedroshotwifey (dark Javier Pena x f reader)

Sorry by @secretelephanttattoo (Frankie Morales x f reader)

Bat & Al’s Hidden Treasure Fic Rec List by @magpiepills and @schnarfer

Stay safe and happy reading everyone! 🤗

Love Nerdie ❤️

[studentbyday]

day 10 // 100dop++

i had originally planned to do schoolwork today, but excitement quickly turned to anxiety regarding lab prep bc i feel like i'm so out of my depth, so that was my focus for today 🙃 i told myself i would nap in the afternoon bc only half my brain cells are functioning today, butttt that didn't happen.

i still can't quite believe i'm actually gonna be doing bioinformatics work at a lab! 😁😄🤩 i've been dreaming about this day since i started uni! 😊🤓

👩🏻‍🎓 study stats (50/10): 🍅🍅🍅 (i stopped counting after this cuz it was getting annoying)

journal and/or meditate ✅

physio ✅

watch video about ms-based proteomics ✅ (halfway through!)

read 1 article on R packages for lab ✅ (idk, might have to refer back to it? unless the docs are more up to date)

practice using the package (try to make the figures in the article) ✅ (ugh it was supposed to come with a dataset on installation, but it didn't - found it in the repo after a long while of being confused and thinking i had done smth wrong. several more minutes of confusion later, i found the code for the figures in the article and it works [freaking finally after pretty much everything not working before], so now i just need to figure out what each function does and why they use it and not some other thing 😣 I really hope the actual lab work will be less confusing than this! 😫)

work on unit 6/18 (integrated math 1) ✅ (finished watching videos in the 1st of 3 sections)

one package down (sort of), one more to go! ✊🏻

📰 media on my mind:

beating the winter blues (i actually tried these tips and they really do work for me 😊 who knew all i needed was more sunlight and to keep warm[er]? attempting for as warm as i feel during spring/summer months and even warmer if it's that time of the month 🧥🧣🧤 hopefully you find it helpful too if it's winter where you are 😊)

[imalayla]

dog event rambling.

trying to get my spring dog event calendar laid out. I have top surgery Jan 30, so a lot depends on how I heal from that.

So far, Jan 21 will be Old Mill Stakes lure coursing in GA (for fun, not AKC or ASFA)

then Feb 10-11 is CWA racing in GA, but that's less than 2 weeks post-op so I have no idea if I'll be feeling up to that or not. So it's a Biiiiig Maybe. If I go, I'm sure I can get people to box and catch Stoli for me.

Feb 17-18 is AKC lure coursing in TN. Again, this is less than 3 weeks post op, so it's a big Maybe but I'm going to really try to go. I can find people to slip Stoli for me.

March 2-3 is both CWA racing in GA, and AKC lure coursing in MS. I'd rather do lure coursing than racing, but racing is way closer. So I think it'll come down to 1. if I'm able to make the previous LC or racing meets and 2. how I'm feeling which I choose to go to.

March 27-31 is AKC conformation in GA. I'm not looking forward to trying confo again but I gotta start.. I think that now that Stoli is older, we will make a better team. He also is far more mature looking and muscled up. If I work really hard on training between now and then, hopefully we will have a chance.

April 4-7 is AKC conformation in AL. Not too worried about this one. Low pressure, potential for Stoli to pick up some single points.

April 18-21 is AKC conformation in AL again, but it overlaps with the whippet national which is April 20-27 in TN. I think I'll enter in AL at least the 18th, then head up to TN to the national. Terrified about the national, but I'm only doing lure coursing and conformation, so I'm trying to keep the pressure off myself.

May 9-12 is AKC conformation in GA.

May 18-19 is racing in GA.

June 8-9 is AKC conformation in GA.

Then there's a few months break.

There's also going to be some rearranging because I think there's going to be other lure coursing meets I'll try to make - I'm pretty sure there's a Memorial Day trial in GA that I'd rather do over confo, but we will seeeeee. Busy busy busy and I don't think I'll make every single one of these for both time and financial reasons, lol. I'm just typing it all out to figure out what I want to do.

[deadlygronkle]

Ancestors Legacy chapter 13 'The Desert' part 3

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Twilight stood in front of the barrier separating him from inside of the Zone. It was a quick trip once he got out of the cave. Though he hadn’t spoken to the others since that sand storm, hopefully they weren’t too worried. Settling on getting the force transformation over with as soon as possible, Twilight took a deep breath, walking in.

The effect was almost immediate as Twilight felt his Triforce burn. Falling to his knees Twilight let the transformation take hold. It was definitely less painful than the last time he went into a Zone, but still painful nonetheless. 

Getting up on all fours, Twilight shook off any sand that was stuck in his fur. The clinking of his chain was the only thing filling the silence as Twilight traveled towards the Cave of Ordeals. 

Along the way Twilight encountered the scent of 3 people, with one eventually splitting up from the other two. They were all going in the direction Twilight was. Either these were archaeologists trying to uncover something and Twilight would have to save them. Or they were the cause of everything.

Twilight followed the scents until he reached the Gerudo Mesa, or rather where it should have been. All of it was gone, not even a speck of the natural rock mound was left. 

Looking around Twilight saw tools like a pickaxe and some demolition equipment. All of it stunk of the same 3 scents Twilight smelt when he first entered the Zone. The scent on the tools was old, and they didn’t have the wear and tear of tools used for hard labor. Some of them even looked pristine, like they were just bought yesterday.

 Twilight, after a moment of looking around, found the entrance to the Cave of Ordeals.  It was now a solid staircase down. No ruins of columns could be seen. It was honestly quite simple and easy to go down, but something about it made Twilight feel uneasy. 

Maybe it was the horrible stench the place had. Unlike the usual musty smell Twilight had come to know, this place smelt like foul magic.  Just like how the springs smelt when they went under. With how potent it was he could probably smell it in his human form. 

Wrinkling his nose Twilight went down the staircase, hopefully the Great Fairy would have some more information on what was happening. Maybe she even had a map of sorts to lead him to the bugs, or whatever stole her power.

The Cave of Ordeals was a dungeon with different monsters every floor that changed every time you completed all 50 levels. The first time Twilight ever met the Great Fairy was on floor 10. She was in a small little pool of water that didn’t even reach his ankles.

It was a sad sight to say the least. According to history books Twilight found in the Royal Library, the Great Fairy was highly revered with a wondrous underground spring that rivaled Lanayru’s. Everything took a turn for the worse however when the Gerudo left the desert and all Hylian settlements went back to Hyrule proper. 

Without those settlements the journey was far too risky for people to seek the wisdom or the danger that came with the Cave of Ordeals. With less offerings and upkeep, the Cave of Ordeals withered away into what it was today.

Even the first 9 floors were different from what Twilight remembered. There were stairs leading down to the main fighting chamber of the floor. Though there were no monsters to be seen. Hell, Twilight couldn’t even smell any sort of monster, but the smell of the two was getting stronger as he went. 

Going as quietly as his chain would allow him, Twilight crept through the next floors. It was the same story with these floors as well, stairs, more and more demolition equipment, and the stench of dark magic. 

Luckily enough the  foul magic smell was getting lighter as he went down, that gave him hope that the Great Fairy was alright. Not even the 4 main light spirits did well in a Twilight Zone, and they were worshiped extensively. 

“-that happen?!” a voice yelled out, making Twilight’s ears perk up.

Twilight lowered himself to the ground and crawled into the 10th floor. His chain lightly scraped on the floor as he crawled forward. Twilight hoped that the people in the room didn’t have enhanced hearing to hear it.

The moment Twilight entered he could smell the difference in the room. This was the most pure place Twilight had been to yet. Looking over the balcony Twilight assessed the situation. 

The small pool of water had changed into a spring like what Twilight had seen in the book. Water that went up to the taller of the intruders’ knees that spanned nearly the entire room. 

There was even the start of foliage along the walls and in the water itself. At the opposite end of the chamber was a waterfall that came from nowhere, but made the room cool and provided water.

The only light in the chamber came from the Great Fairy herself who was staring at the two with clear disgust.  Mixed with how the two were positioned, and trying to be stealthy, Twilight couldn’t see their faces nor figure out who they were. 

“You were messing with magic beyond your comprehension. What did you think would happen?” The Great Fairy asked, making eye contact with Twilight as he descended the staircase.

Twilight froze and waited for her to say something, but it never happened. Instead the Great Fairy just looked back down at the two in front of her. Taking this as an invitation, Twilight continued down the staircase as quietly as he could.

“It still worked! Now where did that stupid soul go?” The taller one stomped about frustrated. That deep, grating voice matched what Twilight heard earlier. 

“Why do you think I would know? Souls that old and powerful are the most finicky,” The Great Fairy responded, distracting the taller one before they could turn around.

This allowed Twilight to finish going down the flight of stairs. Practically leaping to get under the staircase.That way he was at least cloaked in the shadows to continue eavesdropping. 

“We don’t need to deal with her sidestepping our questions,” the shorter of the two interrupted, “We can always summon another soul to sacrifice, and that ancient book we have can answer our questions,”

The taller one nodded, “You're right, she isn’t even useful as a battery anymore,”

“Let’s go report that our search was unsuccessful for any traces to Terea,” the shorter said, turning around and making Twilight duck his head under the staircase to not be spotted.

“Yeah, maybe she had more luck than we did,” The taller grumbled, following the shorter out.

Once the two’s voices and footsteps faded into the distance The Great Fairy spoke out.

“Hero Chosen by the Gods , you are safe to come out now,”

Twilight, like a skittish animal, poked his head out and looked around. He smelt no one, nor could his heightened hearing pick up any intruders. So, he warrily came out, chain clanking loudlyas he went to the edge of the spring. 

“Good, I was wondering when you would show up to fix this mess,” The Great Fairy continued, looking down at Twilight.

Twilight thought for a moment, how was he supposed to ask the fairy queen questions? He wasn’t able to be understood by most things while he was in his wolf form. Not even Midna could and she had to go by body language and Twilight’s best attempts at facial expressions.

Maybe since the Great Fairy was magical she could understand him? Well there was only one way to find out. 

“How did this happen?” Twilight asked, voice coming out as a singular bark. 

The Great Fairy motioned to the spring around her, “I was deceived. The three came here, wishing to bring the Cave of Ordeals back to its former glory. They worked tirelessly for weeks, just as I let down my guard they striked,”

Clenching her fist she continued, “Using ancient tomes they found out in the desert they sapped away my power with dark magic. I don’t even have enough strength to communicate with my fairies,”

Twilight’s tail wagged as he tilted his head up at the fairy. It actually worked, “Do you know what they sealed your power in? Or what they used to do all this?” 

“They sealed my power in several vase-like contraptions. I only saw a glimmer of what they channeled through, it looked to be a shard or a jewel of some sort,” The Great Fairy informed him.

Twilight’s fur bristled and his ears went down, “Would you say it looked like a part of a mirror?”

“I don’t know,” The Great Fairy answered briskly.

Twilight relaxed slightly, shaking as he got up, “Ok so, I need to recover your power right? Do you have any idea where the vases are stored?”

“No I sadly do not,” The Great Fairy waded through her spring in a frustrated manner. 

“Alright what do you want done with the…… mages?” Twilight asked after a moment.

The Queen of The Fairies looked back with a wicked look in her eye and an unnerving smile, “I want them brought to me, they will face punishment for what they did. Dead or alive is at your discretion, but it would be easier to bring me the bodies,”

Twilight lowered his head down a bit, “Would it be acceptable if I just…. Told you that they died?”

The Fairy gave Twilight a stern look, “I will require proof that the job is done and they didn’t get away,”

So Twilight was working off of practically no knowledge besides that he was working against 3 assailants and that they needed to die. One named Terea, the other 2’s names are unknown. Hopefully they were incompetent and were just incredibly lucky this one time. Sadly something told him that this wasn’t the case.  

Twilight did his best to bow, “I will return with news once I find something,”

“Good,” The Great Fairy’s hardened expression softened for a moment, “You are welcome back without news. I may not be able to procure food for you, but my spring can keep you hydrated during your search,”

“Thank you, Great Fairy,” Twilight rose from the bow, taking his leave.

Once he was outside of the cave, he took to trying to find the freshest scents. It was a small challenge with how it was mixed in with the old scents, but Twilight managed. Luckily enough though the freshest scents were one of the few that left the area and went to the left instead of the right. 

Twilight was quick to take after the scents, with the occasional pauses. The most difficult part of tracking was not straying from the path to follow a different scent. He didn’t know how long it had been since he last ate something, but it was long enough for his stomach to gurgle greedily at the mere smell of prey. 

But he had a job to do, so until he could find where their base was, his stomach was just going to have to wait. Even then Twilight wasn’t sure he could take the time away from spying for information to hunt. 

Eventually after an unknown time of running after the scent, Twilight came upon a camp. It was filled to the brim with cages of varying different sizes and thicknesses. In the center of it all, there looked to be a campfire, flickering unsteadily in the desert wind.

It was like a maze, as Twilight tried to get through to the center. Cages of Shadow Monsters and regular alike screeched angrily at him as he passed. With ears swiveling for the slightest movement, Twilight glanced into the cages.

The first thing he saw in the maze were Keese, shadow, normal, and Keese in between the two. He never saw them mid transformation to a shadow monster, he thought it was basically instantaneous. 

After a closer look Twilight noticed on each of their creepy little claws was a tag labeling them. Looking around, Twilight noticed a clipboard hanging several feet above his head.

Eventually after balancing on his hind legs, Twilight managed to knock it down. The clipboard clattering loudly when it hit the ground. He froze and waited for anything to come from the campfire, whether it be someone blocking his view or noise.

When nothing came of it Twilight turned back to the clipboard. While ignoring the angry hissing of the Keese, Twilight started to read. It told him about where they found the Keese (all from the Cave of Ordeals), and what their personalities were.

The next pages went into scrutinizing detail about the slow or quick change from normal to shadow. Apparently this was their fifth batch of Keese, the others didn’t survive very long. They used them to see if the Keese body parts had the same magical effects when they were shadow, normal, or in between.

Whoever took these notes gushed about the differences in their body and temperament. Even, as disgusting as it sounded, their organs were more potent in elixirs and potions when they were Shadow Keese. It even went on to even describe that the more temperamental that the Keese were, the better they were as ingredients

It didn’t go in depth on what exactly they needed the Keese’s life force for, but apparently it was taking a lot of trial and error. Deciding he read enough of the very gruesome descriptions against the Keese, Twilight delved further into the maze of cages.

The monsters Twilight saw were from all around Hyrule. From Bokoblins of Hyrule Proper to the Bulbins from king Bulbin’s pack. The Bulbins were the only monsters who didn’t try to lunge at him despite being restrained. Instead they just stared at him curiously, probably recognizing him from when he adventured into their camp in this form.

The further in he went the more dangerous the monsters became. Some like the Aeralfos had to have been brought from the Cave of Ordeals, but that didn’t make sense. 

None of the scents went past the great Fairy’s fountain on the 10th floor, but nearly every monster he had seen could be located there. Did they somehow trick the monsters to adventure outside of their level?

Each of the monsters had their own special clipboards hanging up on the cage in a very similar fashion to the Keese’s. While Twilight was interested in them, the closer he got to the campfire the less he wanted to mess with them. The clattering would make everything all the time sneaking up on the interlopers worthless. 

“I can’t believe that soul just disappeared! Just poof, Gone!” The voice of the taller one exclaimed. 

Twilight’s ears perked towards the yelling, basically sliding along the ground to get closer, stopping right at the last layer of cages around the fire. Next to him was a hissing restrained Lizaflos, that Twilight was quite happy for it to stay like that.

The inner part of their camp was pretty simple, a large tent to the left, and a fire on the other side with the three intruders sitting on them. Twilight could see the 2 from the cave sitting with their back to him and the third, who by elimination, Terea was facing him but she was too far away to get a good look at her.

“There was always that possibility. Remember the moment it broke free it became a poe and disappeared, we could’ve never prepared for that,” Terea’s figure motioned at the tent, “Besides we have the equipment to summon another,”

“We only have the resources to summon one more, and I’m not too keen on the questions we would get if we went to get more ingredients in Hyrule Proper,” the shorter tapped something wooden on their lap, “took us basically everything we had to just get a soul strong enough for the spell,”

“And what if the hero comes? He already dealt with all other poes in Hyrule. What’s to say he won’t come out here and investigate where that one came from?” the taller shuddered, “Rumors are that he is strong enough to win against the Gorons in hand to hand combat,” 

The shorter scoffed and elbowed the taller, “Calm down Ebo no one has seen the hero in like 2 months! Besides with how his last audience with the queen went down, I’m not so sure he will be summoned to deal with us,”

Twilight’s tail wagged just a smidge as he listened. So much for him not showing up, but maybe if he could get to the tent he can ruin their plans of getting another soul. Twilight got up as quietly as possible and started to move through the maze, keeping his ears pinned towards the noise. 

“Besides we can call it a happy accident if he does come. His soul would be a great sacrifice,” Terea got up and stretched, “Which monsters are on the schedule for testing tomorrow?”

“Uhh,” Ebo took something from the unnamed one, “Looks like it's the Bulbins! Ugh, they are by far the least cooperative,”

At that point Twilight managed to slip into the tent, the sand making it quite easily. He could hear their muffled voices through the tent, but they sounded far enough away that he wasn’t concerned.

There were three beds 2 on the left and 1 on the right. Nosing through whatever possessions they had laying around, Twilight found nothing of use, no dairy or anything. 

Huffing, Twilight padded to the proper room, it was filled to the brim with strange ingredients. If Wild or Hyrule was here they could probably tell him if they were poisonous or what elixirs were in them. 

Twilight violently shook his head, no use wishing for them to be there, he had to do this by himself. Keeping the others safe was the whole reason he left by himself after all.

The rest of the room was filled with racks of ingredients that Twilight couldn’t hope to know all of them. But from his experiences in the kitchen some were in fact cooking spices, though the neon purple jar across the room wouldn’t be good for drinking. 

There was a bookshelf and stand of sorts by the tent flap, but that could hopefully wait until morning when the intruders left or were sleeping. No use in trying to lug things around when they would most definitely be coming in here at any time.

“....What the?” Twilight froze as the light from a lamp hit him from the entrance, “Guys? There’s a wolf rooting around the tent,”

It was the unnamed intruder, staring down at Twilight with great confusion. Twilight immediately started snarling and backing up, looking for any way out as the other 2 filed in. Twilight couldn’t believe he was so careless to not hear them coming, or even checking outside!

“Oh my! Terea! This looks to be a gray wolf hybrid of sorts! I’ve never seen one like him! Can we keep him?” Ebo asked, trying and failing to get in front of the shortest of the three.

“It looks rabid,” the shortest gestured with a small knife, “Just look at those teeth!”

Twilight wanted to flee the way he came but that would involve turning his back to them. They blocked the only clear exit. He could try and trick them so he could escape. Right now no one was getting close and looked rather wary of him so that plan wouldn’t really work. 

“Is that a chain on its paw?” was the only thing Terea said as Ebo managed to get past the shortest.

“See it's been around people before! Oh it must be so hungry and looking for food! It was probably treated poorly by whoever kept it before, you poor thing,” Ebo knelt a few feet away and stretched his hand out to Twilight.

“I don’t like its eyes, they’re too intelligent just to be here by chance. You can keep it for testing IF you can trap it,” Terea finally said.

Twilight growled as he backed up further. He didn't like the idea of being trapped again or experimented on, especially by his enemies. And he didn’t like his chances of fighting the three of them off.

“Would you look at that! It clearly understood what you said! What I would give to see into that brain,” Ebo gushed.

That’s what did it for Twilight, he lunged snapping at the hand. Unluckily for Twilight, Ebo was quick to retract his hand, looking slightly surprised. The other two, now armed with lassos or whips of some kind, started advancing towards him.

Thinking quickly, Twilight jumped to the side and slammed as hard as he could into the racks of ingredients, breaking and falling on him as it crashed to the ground. A lot of the unknown ingredients got on his fur, but that was an issue when he wasn’t surrounded by enemies.

“Ebo!” Terea yelled, jumping to shield the other from the debris.

Taking the chance Twilight, while still knocking things off the racks, took off outside. He felt something just barely missed his tail, but he wasn’t going to stick around to find out what it was. Though his back started to ache and twinge oddly, it could’ve been the glass shard irritating his skin.

“Fuck Laven catch that mutt!” Terea screamed from inside the tent.

“Got it!” Laven, the shortest, agreed and Twilight could hear the stomping footsteps behind him.

Whatever splashed on his fur now burnt. Like he was set on fire with ants crawling and biting at his skin. It was painful to say the least, making him stumble away, smashing into cages as he went. This was definitely not one of his more better thought out plans.

Then, as if in slow motion, Twilight saw a rope go around his head and yank him back. Coughing and his back now screaming in pain, Twilight got back up and pulled whoever was behind him towards the expanse of the desert. Maybe if he makes it to the Fairy Spring whatever got on his back will stop hurting.

“Holy shit,” Laven grunted, “Terea I need some help! This bastard is strong,”

“On it,” A second, metal chain went around his neck, “Geez this is stronger than any wolf I’ve ever met!”

“I got it! I got the stuff!” Ebo’s voice joined the grunting chorus, “Oh geez, I’ll need to work fast, smoking is never a good sign,”

All Twilight could do was struggle as the chain and rope that were biting into his skin. He could barely keep his eyes open because of the pain. He needed to escape. He could not get captured by the enemy. 

“Now would be good Ebo!” Laven yelled as another harsh tug sent Twilight to the ground.

“Ok ok Im doing it,” Ebo shakily said as purple dust covered Twilight’s sight.

The last thing Twilight could hear as he hit the ground was the three intruders arguing over him. His back aching as everything went black.

[avorbl]

Avor's Watchlist

Another two weeks have passed way to quickly. Ive taken up giffing and I am stressing myself out because Ihave two weeks off next month.

Currently Airing

We Are 12/16 This riverbed has gold but the prospecting results barely pay for the labour costs

Beauty and Mr. Romantic 8/50 Its a series where i will binge and skip through a few episodes at a time

Kimi to Yukite Saku: Shinsengumi Seishunroku 7/20 I am still surprised that it actually has 20 episodes

Wandee Goodday 8/12 The last ep was underwhelming hopefully it picks up again

Fake Buddies 5/? Love the anthological feel

OMG! Vampire 6/8 We are finally at the meat of the story!

Under the Oak Tree 4/10

Knock Knock, Boys! 5/12 I gives me 1000 years old vibes but i havent really found the hook for myself.

Deep Night Side Story: The Two of Us 1/6 I watched one episode and havent found the rest if there indeed are any

Love Sea 3/10 Its an enjoyable Mame show

SunsetxVibes 2/12 MosBank in an adaptation of a PWLP whats not to love

The Double 8/40 Stunning visuals and a clear deviation from the story its based upon while maintaining core messages and story flow.

Blue Boys Part 2 1/4 I am glad we get to see their story continue

What I am catching up on

My Best Boyfriend 1/17 Picked up from the beginning

Never Twice 11/72 For when I want something semi serious

Unstoppable High Kick 18/167 For the times I need some slapstick

Ossan no Pants ga Nandatte Ii Janai ka! 7/11 I am obsessed. A whole cast of characters that are human and get development!

Love in the Air 8/13 I will probably wait until Love Sea is finished until I pick it up again

Kimi no Koto Dake Mite Itai 2/4 Its cute

Still on my watch list

Qing Qing Zi Jin 20/40

The Uncanny Counter 3/16

One Spring Night 2/32

Kore wa Keihi de Ochimasen! 2/10

Sell Your Haunted House 4/16

Fight for My Way 0/16

Given 1/6

The Great Shaman Ga Doo Shim 2/12

I Feel You Linger in the Air 1/12

My Lovely Liar 5/16

She and Her Perfect Husband 20/40

Fermat no Ryori 3/10

Gym Affairs 9/24

Finished in the last two weeks

Only Boo! 23.06.24 5,5/10 This works best as a 9 episode fluff romance where it has the best arc for Moo and Kang

25 Ji, Akasaka de 20.06.24 10/10 Very much working in the undertones. with its colours. They both didnt become communicators but these lonely people found somebody to be less lonely with.

Mayfly Angel 10.06.24 7,5/10 Successfull as an unsuccessfull romance

Dropped in the last two weeks

The Undateables 4/32 21.06.24 -/10

Celebrity Danshi wa Te ni Oemasen 6/10 21.06.24 -/10 I dont feel the connection everytime I think I have an angle its slips away.

My Love Mix-Up! TH 3/12 21.06.24 6,5/10 As a Thai highschool BL its above average but as an adaption it hits all the wrong notes for me. I dont need another highschool drama.

[theyilinglaozus]

Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics. 

I was tagged by the very lovely @minnarr! Thanks so much for the tag dear 💖 You should all check out her answers to this here too!

I haven’t shared anything on AO3 since October (but I have been working on new pieces to hopefully share soon and sharing a few non fandom ones elsewhere) so these may all be slightly older.

1. The late morning sun sits high in the sky, a luminous globe casting golden rays upon all it touches. As Winter Dies, The New Spring Blooms (Qi Ye; Jing Beiyuan / Wu Xi)

2. The candlelight flickers, casting the room in a dim, orange hue. This Labyrinth, Where Night is Blind (Qi Ye; Zhou Zishu centric. Liang Jiuxiao)

3. Zhou Zishu loves his shidi. Better Sunrises (Tian Ya Ke / Word of Honor; Zhou Zishu / Wen Kexing. Liang Jiuxiao)

4. The meal feels as if it’s stretched the length of the entire evening. A Reluctant Meal (Qi Ye; Jing Beiyuan, Zhou Zishu, Helian Yi)

5. Sizhui is not a difficult child. Speaking With Ghosts (The Untamed;  Lan Wangji / Wei Wuxian, Lan Sizhui)

6. Once, Jing Beiyuan had believed himself to have experienced all there was to be had in all his lives combined. New Beginnings (Qi Ye; Jing Beiyuan / Wu Xi)

7. The early morning sunlight hangs low in the sky. In Every One Of Us Shines The Light Of Love (Word of Honor; Zhou Zishu / Wen Kexing, Zhang Chengling)

8. ”There is a perfectly good door you could use, you know.” The Best of Intentions (D&D / Original Work; Senrab, Naberius)

9. “I do hope you haven’t been working the poor boy too hard, Zishu.” A Fateful Meeting (Qi Ye; Jing Beiyuan / Wu Xi, Zhou Zishu, Lu Ta)

10. It has been some time since Lan Wangji last found himself following the all too familiar path which led him deeper into the heart of the Burial Mounds. The World’s a Beast of Burden (And You’ve Been Holding Up a Long Time) (The Untamed; Lan Wangji / Wei Wuxian, Lan Sizhui, Wen Qing)

[lee-etc]

Answer 21 Questions, Tag 21 People

Tagged by @meiyanaalexia , thank you again for the tag 💗

1. Nickname: Why, Lee of course! I'm a simple man. (I've had other nicknames but they are too close to my real name so I am not sharing sorry asdkjalkdj)

2. Zodiac: Sagittarius ♐

3. Height: 168 i think???

4. Jock, nerd, goth, prep: definitely a nerd, ough

5. Last thing I googled: "jack black super crush beer cherry" it's tasty and i couldn't remember the exact name

6. Favorite musicians: TATSURO YAMASHITA,,,,,,,,,,,,, Yves Tumor, Her's, boygenius, ONE OK ROCK, Tyler the Creator, Sufjan Stevens, Björk, Talking Heads, ABBA, Duran Duran, Kate Bush, Tears for Fears... (if i continue we will be here all day)

7. Song stuck in the head: not a song but tomato potato clementine!!!! c'est bizness!!!😤💯🔥

8. House or block flat: idk if it's whether i wanna live in one or if i do live in one and the answer is house yes apartment maybe kind of

9. Followers: 289, i love you all 😤😤💝 except the bots i might have forgotten to block ❌❌

10. Do you get asks: yes but i am terrible at answering them i am so sorry

11. Amount of sleep: 6-9 hours baybee (number is less when i have an assignment due the next day xoxo)

12. What are you wearing: my headphones, black sweats and my dark blue white boy jersey (i just call it that because of the vibes it gives off) (all comfy at home stuff because i am comfy and at home in bed)

13. Dream job: I DON'T DREAM OF LABOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...anyways, something in storytelling (preferably animation)

14. Dream trip: Going to Japan so soon it is mind blowing and something I have always wanted to do. Would also like to travel to any other countries with good food and hopefully see some of my mutuals on here one day!

15. Instruments: none 😭😭😭 If I could learn any, I'd learn the piano, bass guitar, and/or the saxophone.

16. Languages: English, and I'm learning/have learnt but am not fluent in: Afrikaans, IsiXhosa, Japanese

17. 10 favorite songs as of now:

(this is according to spotify) (also copy pasted from my previous post if there are repeats)

So You Are Tired by Sufjan Stevens

Golden Fever by Keanan Eksteen

King of Silence by Cibo Matto

enknee1 by hemlocke springs

Pills & Good Advice by Left At London

Planet of the Bass (feat. DJ Crazy Times & Ms. Biljana Electronica)

Pulp by Lime Garden

Ashtray by Hippo Campus

Cover Me by Starbenders

See You Again (feat. Kali Uchis) by Tyler, The Creator and Kali Uchis

18. If you were an animal: idk but lynxes are so cool

19. Favorite food: Japchae <3 I also love tiramisu

20. Random fact: I have been tryingg to listen to the magnus archives. It is very good so far.

21. my aesthetic: perhaps something light academia adjacent? i'm not sure.

Not gonna tag 21 people i am gonna tag like 7 cause that is a third of 21. yeah (feel free to ignore as always) : @1989nihil @dogboyrevenge @burgundyquills @a-nerdy-little-me @mitarashiko @zuraea @justacasualgaycrisis

[adultswim2021]

Tim & Eric Nite Live #3: “Flipz” | November 20, 2007 - 10:00PM | S01E03

This will be the final of the “make good” Tim & Eric Nite Live review, and from here on out they’ll be weaved into their proper order with all the other shows. Thank you for your patience. Sorry if you are Nite-Live’d out, but to me there could be no such thing! I simply love this show too much. 

This is the third episode anniversary special featuring the guy who did Flips in a season one Awesome Show sketch. I think they said where he was from, but his accent is the closest thing I’ve heard in real life to the voice Andy Kaufman puts on when he’s doing his foreign man character. We are celebrating with tuxedos, champagne, cake, and extra decorations. Eric holds up a cake in the shape of a number three. He does this again during the closing credits, only this time some of it falls to the ground. I’ve often said that a lot of On Cinema at the Cinema’s DNA is present in Tim & Eric Nite Live, with Tim’s irritable dick persona being very similar to his On Cinema persona. The cake-dropping bit here really seals the deal for me. 

This one has it’s share of actual awkwardness, like every time David Liebe Hart interjects almost anything. There’s also a squirmy bit where Tim & Eric confuse Milan, the master flipsman, by seemingly springing an ad read for Flipz chocolate pretzels on him, which he sorta stumbles through. It’s another one of Tim & Eric’s fake/ironic sponsorships. There’s also a passing reference to FrankTV, which I’m assuming was Super Deluxe’s on-site promotion at the time this episode streamed.

In this installment we play “Pound for Pound”, a joke-off between DJ Dougpound and a young boy named David Gore, a young stand-up comic. We will also see him in the next episode of Awesome Show. They trade jokes, with DJ Dougpounds being a little more sophisticated, just ironic and intentionally lame. His joke about buying a digital camera the deli is memorable (7.2 mega-pickles).

At the end of Pound for Pound, James Quall, David Liebe Hart, and George Kerr, a violinist all vote for who they think won. DLH doesn’t seem to be with the program; I believe that he was briefed to vote in such a way that there would be a tie, but instead of doing that he just declares that his vote was for a tie. When they push him to vote for one or the other contestant, he picks the wrong one, causing Tim & Eric to improvise their way out of the situation by declaring George Kerr’s violin solo to count as two votes. The real tie-breaker is left to the flipmaster general Milan, who also seems to mix-up the names and not be sure who he’s voting for. David wins the competition, and Doug’s parents are briefly interviewed to shame their son for losing a comedy competition to a child. 

George Kerr, by the way, used to perform in some kind of band with DLH as part of some kind of comedy tour, but DLH alleged that he was influenced by his family to not hang out with DLH because he’s black. Full interview is here. I wouldn’t take that too seriously because the things DLH can be a little suspect. I think we can read between the lines on this one. Hopefully it isn’t true.

Fred Armisen does a very Fred Armisen-style bit as a guy who counts hits for websites. The bit is fine and intentionally mind-numbing, but DLH doesn’t seem to be in on the joke when he very earnestly asks Fred about real-life harassment he’d been suffering from Tim & Eric fans. My personal theory is that moments like this lead to Tim & Eric trying to be a little more careful and less exploity of their outsider cast members. For those who are uncomfortable with that aspect of the Tim & Eric experience, this is a pretty potent moment that makes them look not too good. Through my perverse eyes, it saves the segment. 

Rounding out the rest; we get to see the upcoming Thocks sketch. I have a vague memory of Tim & Eric appearing on, I think, Dave Navaro’s talk show which was another web-only show that streamed live on ManiaTV (the network that aired Tom Green’s internet talk show). They showed the Thocks sketch on his show too, and presented him with an actual pair of thocks. I remember Dave lighting up and proudly declaring that he was going to wear them for real.

There’s a subtle reveal in this one: Richard Dunn appears via skype, and is said to not be in studio this episode. But at the end while the credits roll he just casually joins the fray. I love shit like that. (screaming, scarily) I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

[kj-crayons]

1. The Prologue from Into the Woods

2. Was Gilmore Girls, anymore I don’t watch very much TV

3. Writing more than reading anymore. I used to be a huge reader but I just don’t have as much time for it as I would like

4. A cool summer breeze at midnight when the air is the best it’s been all day but still warm and in the 80’s

5. Noise canceling headphones + punk rock music + going for a walk

6. Eucalyptus and citrus scents. Cinnamon/ fally scents are kinda triggering, but anything that smells like spring is lovely

7. Honestly, myself. I feel like me when I am alone, or when I’m in control of my situation

8. Old, fuzzy fabric car interior chairs

9. I unfortunately don’t remember much of my childhood, but probably when I finally figured out how to ride a bike

10. Silly Christmas pictures with my baby brother

11. Weighted blanket

12. Weight, warmth, and music

13. Shower

14. Running tech on a new theater show

15. Toast with butter and cinnamon sugar

16. I haven’t decided what it is yet, but whatever my next cosplay will be

17. Time and attention and care. People who notice when I’m anxious or who will sit and talk to me after a long day. Being reminded to take care of my chronic conditions is rather ignore, being held and kept warm by another person

18. I imagine my 30’s. Financial independence from my parents, choose where I live and work and who I’m around, hopefully have a steady enough job. Freedom from the things that stop me from being me now

19. Haven’t ever received a love letter, and what I’ve written has been mostly sappy poetry 🫢

20. When I was 4 or 5 and my dad woke me and my brother up to see a Super Blood Moon at like 1am. It was so incredible to see how big and red the moon was, and it’s really stuck with me and influenced my love of fiction, my writing, and my creativity

21. Tea

22. “ Songs for Those Days ™️ (Alt/ Indie playlist) “

23. I’ve gotten flowers from friends, for plays and musicals, and for when I graduated

24. Best Friend is a kind of silly concept, but if there’s one thing I took from my ex it’s that anyone who deserves it or who loves me (platonically or otherwise) can be my best friend.

25. My soul is probably a dark turquoise. I do a lot of witchy shit and aura reading but reading my own is harder

26. Somewhere queer friendly, with good health care, and a north facing front door. Otherwise, I’m not picky

27. It’s hard to get motivated to but I love gardening. It’s actually one of my goals for new years to make a windowsill herb garden

28. I’m proud of making a life where I get and deserve to be happy and loved

29. I think I’m kind in the New Yorker sense. I don’t show it with words a lot, and have been told I come off as kind of intimidating but I’d give you my kidney if you needed it

30. Hobbies include Dnd, cosplay, descending into the void, cooking, and generally anything that helps me feel either a little bit lighter, a little bit happier, or a little less alone

✨soft asks✨

What song makes you feel better?

What is your go to comfort show?

Reading or writing? Why?

Whats your favorite feeling?

How do you like to take care of yourself?

What’s your favorite candle scent?

Who do you feel most like yourself around?

Whats a fabric/texture that’s nostalgic for you?

Best childhood moment?

When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? (or just felt really good afterwards)

Do you have a comfort item? Tell us about it!

What calms you down?

Bath or shower to relax?

Whats something upcoming that you’re excited for?

Comfort food?

What’s something you want to create soon?

How do you feel best loved?

What age in life do you think you’ll feel most yourself at?

Have you ever written or received a love letter?

Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart.

Tea, Coffee, or hot cocoa?

Name of your favorite playlist?

Have you ever received flowers?

Who is your bestfriend?

If your soul was a color, what would it be?

If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring?

Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something?

What are you proudest of?

Are you a kind person?

What do your hobbies look like?

[askrockandfriends]

2024 Year in Review:

I'll be honest: this year was a very middle-of-the-road one for me. It could very easily have been an absolute disaster class of a year had a few life changes not occurred, to which I'm glad they did.

It started out hopeful enough in the winter. I had just finished my last semester at my old college and was preparing to go into university. I had the highest of hopes going into my new setting about the experiences I would have and the friends I would make. I aimed for a spring debut for the university, which I eventually attained and entered with a sense of hope and excitement...

Then, spring happened. And... I'll be honest, I was in a dark place in spring that I never thought I'd be back in. The university "environment" turned out to be a lot less friendly than even I imagined, and coupled with some class experiences, it completely soured me on the university and destroyed my mental health to a dangerous point. For those of you who stuck around in my darkest times, I thank you sincerely for it. Honestly, I don't know how long it would have taken me to recover from the disastrous spring quarter had a few things not happened that helped save the year from being one steaming shit pile for me.

So what happened? Well, first, I started dating @thegeasswriter in the summer. Having her at my side and distancing myself from the campus honestly helped to make the summer something of a recovery period for me after the disaster spring quarter. We're now in a happy, stable relationship, and she's my primary Pokemon/FGO partner now. (And, honestly, Diddy Kong and Dixie Kong have the right idea. Questing with your S/O is the absolute best. 10/10 would recommend.)

Then, fall is where the year really started to pick up. I finally left that toxic university environment and returned home, and the other thing happened that saved the year for me: I got a job, and am now trying to set myself up for financial security and hopefully start saving for things I really want to do. I also saw Iron Maiden in concert, which was badass, and saw Sonic 3 when it came out in theatres, which was awesome, and thankfully, this outing was douchebag-free this time. (We don't talk of what happened when I was going home from seeing Sonic 2.)

As for RP... well, the most significant things for me were the MFT I was in for a brief period, until, as the song puts it, I saw the writing on the wall and had to drop out. (I'm sorry, but when you're trying to RP fight scenes and pretty much all your opponents have powers that could give Superman a run for his money, it does not make for a very fun time.) There was also the CEO Mickey/CEO Mario plotline my characters were a part of that was kind of like the plotline of the summer for me. I made a few new friends... lost a shitton more, and all in all, it was mostly business as usual for me.

So, what's the big takeaway this year? Well... new experiences are one thing, but, as Dorothy puts it best, there's no place like home.

And that's about it. See you in 2025. America may get ruined, but we will never be!

[lattechill]

Echoes of Eternity

https://open.spotify.com/album/0AX0tZ8ZNv71I9OYPqlm4g https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8s1vAvF6r4

Tracklist

Solace On Sunny Shore Sand Gem Venus Pop Valor Lakefront Lake Verity Venus Stardust Bluesy Lick Dog Star Swing Mount Chimney Soot-o-Polis Cozy Place Cold Brew Free Your Mind Cowboy Gospel Algae-Soy Hybrid Mount Coronet Meteor Falls Sakura Latte Free Titan Off Planet Red Leaves The Black Dog Dark Nights Faro Solitaro (Travellers version) Yuki's Song Kintsugi Bittersweet Infinity Stray Cats' Waltz Space of Body Swaying Moment in the Night Prague Parade Space Man Vibrations of Love Industrial Man 2023/10/23

About Echoes of Eternity

A new compilation after the next batch of six album releases: Echoes of Eternity is now available. This new set offers 35 songs of chill beats with some eclectic ones towards the end, carefully selected from a number of releases between 2021 and 2023.

Albums featured

I ended 2021 with Sapphire LP, inspired by one of my favorite retro games, which I have been replaying that time. 2022 on the other hand, started off with a huge milestone: the 20th album. Honestly, I worked a lot on this release, and therefore Travellers is also featuring a number of beats on this release. Bit of fun to follow afterward: Rock 128. Inspired by one of my most played childhood Game Boy games and a new synth, the PO-128. Pairing Sapphire, Ruby was my next release, still in 2022. And finally started 2023 with Diamond LP. Lastly, Pearl was just recently added to the roaster in October 2023.

EPs featured on Echoes of Eternity

A mass number of 15 EPs were released during this 6 LPs, all being featured on Echoes of Eternity compilation. So, let me list them for you in this paragraph. Starting off with City Lo-fi featuring lofi hip-hop beats inspired by cities, I have been to. Cafè Tokyo on the other hand offers true Tokyo-inspired bar beats. Cowboy Gospel kicked off a long journey, I still enjoy, featuring Cowboy Bebop live series inspired space chill beats. But still, in 2022, I released an EP in collaboration with Viktor Hegedüs with 4 new disco songs: Up in the Air. Venus Pop quickly followed this release returning to the space lofi genre, along with Dog Star Swing. But I had more up in my sleeves for 2022: Urban Night. Again with Viktor, this time dwelling into the depths of classic chill (electronic-based downtempo music). Was it enough for 2022? No, Callisto Soul edged in. Space chill indeed dominated my roaster this year.

EPs of 2023

Next year's spring offered Moon Festival, a tribute to sakura (cherry blossom) and in general the reborn of nature. I worked with Viktor again on this EP. We tried to show you another side of ours. Hopefully managed it. Hospital Playlist was born originally in 2022 and has an interesting story. But I only decided to release it later in 2023. Experimental Disco was my last collaboration EP with Viktor for now. As the title suggests, it is less lofi chill, but still an enjoyable release and offers a change on my palette. Shogunate followed the list with a set of further experimental, yet oriental-inspired songs. Finally Dark Side Tango, Binary Two-Step, and Galileo Hustle. All 3 EPs are inspired by the already-mentioned Cowboy Bebop live series. And yes, more to come.

Compilations on Echoes of Eternity?

I label every release apart from LPs and EPs as compilations. However, some could rather be called special releases. 3 of them feature beats on this release, let me mention them below. Travellers B-Sides - as already mentioned, I worked a lot on Travellers LP, so essentially I pilled up some extra beats, which I released later. Summer Chill with Ermine-chan is a set of T21CB cover songs. Lastly, Cherryland is a pack of 12 songs covering my old band, Dark Cherry.

Listen to Echoes of Eternity

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8s1vAvF6r4

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[turbocao]

Pass the happy! 💌 When you get, this reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 more people! Get sending 💖✨

Thank you so much for thinking of me. I don't often do these bc I find it hard to come up with positive things to say but I've been feeling more hopeful lately, even though right now I'm super tired, so I think I'll do it

1. The days are getting longer and every extra minute of daylight fills my veins with life. I am so thankful for Spring

2. I recently went to see a doctor about an issue that's been bothering me for literal years and maybe, hopefully, I'll be able to do something about it and improve my quality of life

3. Starting next month I'll be off work and I'll have more free time to go back to the gym, maybe take a sewing class like I've been meaning to for months...

4. Skip and Loafer anime in April, and Tears of the Kingdom game in May. These feel like less important than the other things I've listed but I'm really looking forward to them

5. It's too late, and im tired, and all the possible options for #5 that come to mind are too personal to post here, so I'm just going to do a 3x1 and say: hearing birds chirping makes me happy, seeing trees in bloom makes me happy, getting to see a cat chilling on someone's balcony/window makes me happy

Thanks again for the ask 🌷🌷🌷🌷💜♥️💜💘💜♥️💜💘✨🌼