#i think it might be because it and similar foods are too dry? for me?

[o0o0thorn0o0o]

Eid Mubarak!! I'm sorry if I'm late, my community started celebrating it a little later than others >_< (shaytaan is begging the ummah to make up their mind on when eid is so he knows when he can come out lol) I really hope you have a beautiful eid with your family ❤ eat lots of biryani, nihari, gulab jamun and ras malai🤌 and please stay safe! InShaAllah may your Ramadan have been accepted and may you be rewarded with the highest of rewards ♥ 🤗

(Pffft, omg, I never thought about it that way, hahaha)

Eid Mubarak, Anon ✨✨🎉🎊🎉🎊 (I’m probably late, too, considering how long ago this was sent in, but) I hope you are having/have had a great time celebrating, and, InshaAllah, your Ramadan and deeds have also been accepted!!

I had a wonderful time yesterday ^^ Ahhh, nihari sounds soooo good rn… my family typically makes it once during Ramadan, but alas, there wasn’t any then nor at the party… InshaAllah, next year (and, well, sometime soon, too, because please).

Still a great time, though, ofc, ofc, haha (I managed to get the cards done! …At the expense of getting to the party an hour late, oops, but was worth it, haha). It’s funny, though—it was such an effort keeping awake at night this Ramadan, but the day it’s over, I get around an hour of sleep (in batches), and I didn’t feel tired in the least bit during the party/afterwards. Like, I’m usually pretty introverted even when it comes to just family get-togethers, but I wasn’t at all tired of social interaction when I left (though, we did play several rounds of an argument-based board game just before I left, and I do love me my debates, haha. Have late night discussions for a reason—energizes me right up). My arms and back did, however, end up somehow feeling pretty sore that night and this morning (which I do wonder if that’s where the lack of sleep contributed?).

But, yeah, had a good time this Eid, Alhamdulillah ^^ Hope you do/did, too <3

[kcrossvine-art]

Hiiii friendssss! What the FUCK is up. What the fuck is up. What the Fuck is up. On todays cute little cookin excursion we are going to be deep frying things and using a wok. If you dont feel comfortable deep frying, and dont have a wok, im sure theres other ways to do it silly :DDD

I believe in you.

From LotR online we're gonna be making Fried Beetroot Sticks!! 

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes into Fried Beetroot Sticks?” YOU MIGHT ASKSlices of sweet little beated root dipped into a batter with, watch out, special flavors too.

2 Beetroots

Corn flour

Salt 

Red Chilli Powder

Garlic Paste

Baking Soda

Water

Peanut oil

And we'll also be making some horseradish sour cream dip to go along with it;

Sour cream

Prepared horseradish

1 Green onion 

Few splashes of lemon juice

Salt to taste

Ground pepper to taste

"Cooked, tender beetroot sticks are dredged in a light batter and fried to give a crispy exterior and a soft, sweet interior. Served with a bracing horseradish sour cream, this snack is both filling and delicious."- LotRO Tooltip

AND, “what does Fried Beetroot Sticks taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASKThis is like homemade fair-food and it sounds like a contradiction but its not

But maybe its just because its fried food? American brained, sorry.

Retains the inherit sweetness to beetroot

And similar to pickled beetroot the sweetness contrasts the spicey of the batter

(which i encourage you to amp up if youd like more spice)

The horseradish sourcream dip is to die for

Measure with your heart for that one, and save some green onion to top it with when you serve

This would pair very well with a lime italian soda or with shaved ice cones

Im always very anxious about deep-frying things, or working with oils at high temperatures, but i didnt run into any complications with this dish. Just make sure to keep best practices and safety precaution in mind, especially with a wok as it can tilt!

. If you dont have corn flour, you can substitute all-purpose flour . If you dont have peanut oil, look up oils with the same smokepoint to decide what else to use

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The recipe stuck out to me, as i was assembling a list of foodstuffs from tolkiens work, for being such a "regular" named food. Also its worth 19 silver 69 copper in the LotR MMO and im immature.

I think the dip has the most room for improvement and tinkering. I've never made horseradish sourcream before, so more practiced tastebuds could perfect a simple thing like this. In the future id also like to try adding red pepper flakes along with the the powder and garlic paste, to give more visual variety and spice. I think cumin in the batter would be a nice midtone flavor too.

I give this recipe a solid 8/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) for its relative simplicity and modularity with things you could add.

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Beetroot Sticks Ingredients:

2 Beetroots

130 grams corn flour

1 tbsp salt 

1 tsp Red Chilli Powder

1 tsp Garlic Paste

1/4 tsp Baking Soda

178 grams Water

432 grams peanut oil

Horseradish Sour Cream Ingredients:

225 grams Sour cream

200 grams Prepared horseradish

1 whole green onion (green and white parts VERY finely chopped)

1 tspn lemon juice

Salt to taste

ground pepper to taste

Beetroot Method:

Peel all beetroots and cut them length-wise into  rectangles.

Combine flour, salt, chilli powder, garlic paste, baking soda, and water in a bowl.

Mix well into a smooth batter.

Heat peanut oil to medium in a wok and dip beet roots into batter. Deep fry until golden brown in color.

Stack beetroots on paper-towel lined plates to cool and dry as you go.

Serve with horseradish sour cream!

Dip Method:

Mix all ingredients

Cover and let stand at room temperature for 1 hour for the flavors to blend.

[barefoot-joker]

Two Lonely Hearts  Yandere!Miguel O’Hara X Reader

Hey, guys! I hope you all are doing well. This is my first time writing for Spider Man and for Miguel O’Hara. I just think he’s neat. The Spanish I did Google Translate so please let me know if it’s wrong so I can fix it! I hope you guys all enjoy and have a great day/ night!

Words: 2010

Warnings: Implied suicidal thoughts, anxiety, depression, yandere tendencies, kidnapping, talk of forced mothership

BEEP!

BEEP!

BEEP!

I sighed and groggily turned off my alarm. Last night I did not get a lot of sleep, even with my sleeping pills. It has been like this a lot lately and it sucks because the night is when my mind wanders the most. I hate that I have to deal with my anxiety and depression even while I try to sleep. It really sucks the life out of you.

Today I was in the mood to not get out of bed. I just wanted to lay there and let the day pass while I wrapped myself up in a blanket cocoon. I indulged myself and lay there for a while when I suddenly felt like I was being watched. I brought the blanket over my head similar to what a child does to try and get rid of the feeling. 

It didn’t go away.

I might as well get up. 

With that, I shrugged the blanket off my body and slumped my way out of bed. My bare feet slid against the wood floor as I was too tired to try and lift them. It’s going to be one of those days. 

I tiredly made my way to my closet and picked out a f/c t-shirt, a pair of basketball shorts, and my undergarments. With those in hand I made my way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I set my clothes down on the toilet seat and when the water was scalding hot, I got in. I liked hot showers. They felt like they got rid of some of the grime my emotions left. After I completed my normal routine, I just stood there and allowed the warm water to run down my body. Let the water take it all away, Y/n. Let it take it all away.

Soon the water turned frigid and I knew this was my cue to get out. While I didn’t like wasting water, it felt nice to just stand there and not have to worry about anything. The shower was like a safe haven for me. I could block out my adult responsibilities and emotions for a while and just concentrate on the water. 

Turning off the spigot, I allowed the cool air to pass by the shower curtain and tingle my skin. It was like my actual wake up call for the day. Sliding the curtain open, I stepped out and grabbed my towel to dry off. The fuzziness of the towel was calming and as soon as I dried off I slowly put on my clothes. I looked at myself in the mirror when I was all done. My eyebags had gotten worse and I looked a bit pale. I could almost compare myself to that of a zombie with how tired and dead I looked. 

I sighed and rubbed my eyes, seeing if that would take the dreadful image away. Of course it didn’t, so I left the bathroom in search of breakfast. I hadn’t gone grocery shopping in a long time. Being around people lately was scary to me. It felt like their eyes were always on me and judging my every move. Looking in my fridge I knew I would have to conquer my fear and go out today to get some food. Especially since the only things I had in my fridge were apples, two slices of bread and some jelly. Jelly sandwich with some apple slices it is.

I took out my ingredients and set them on the countertop. I turned to my cutlery drawer and took out a butter knife. Looking at the blade, I regretted taking it out. My hands started to twitch as I gazed at it, ashamed of my thoughts going through. Breathe, Y/n. Breathe. In. And out. In. And out.

I followed along to my breathing technique and placed the jelly on one slice of bread. As soon as this was done, I disposed of the knife in the sink as fast as I could. My thoughts still lingered on the blade, but now that it was out of my hands I felt a bit better. Turning back to my breakfast, I placed the top piece of bread on to complete my sandwich. I also decided not to slice up my apple. I took my breakfast to the couch and began to eat, the silence in the apartment was deafening. I took my time since I wasn’t in a hurry to go outside and be an adult quite yet, not that I liked being in my apartment either. I was hoping to be in a place that was away from the world, my own little dimension. It would be so lovely.

I finished up my breakfast after a while and then wrote out my to do list. After this was done I put on some sneakers, grabbed my bag, and headed out. The walk from the fifth floor down wasn’t a bad one fortunately, so soon I was out on the street. The surge of people out and about made me want to crumble, but I forced myself to trudge on. Once again it felt like I was being watched, but I assume it’s all the people around me. Things can get like that sometimes. 

It only took me a few minutes to get to the grocery store, which is nice that it’s not too far from my abode. I grabbed a basket from the front entryway and began my journey. I had only gotten a few items in when I saw a child looking scared on the side. She had tears in her eyes and I felt bad for her. Even though my anxiety was high, I wanted to see this little girl safe. I walked over and knelt to her height. “Hi there, sweetie. What’s wrong?”

“I-I-I can’t find my M-mommy-y,” she said through sobs.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I said as nicely as possible, “I’ll help you find her.”

“R-really?”

“Uh-huh. Now, do you know what color shirt your mom was wearing?”

“It was r-red, a dark r-red.”

“Okay. C’mon, kiddo.”

I held out my hand for her to take and luckily she did. The two of us walked around the store when the little girl gave out a happy shriek. “Mommy!”

A woman with a dark red shirt and braided hair quickly turned and smiled wide when she realized her child was safe. “Sarah!”

She ran towards us and hugged her daughter tightly. It was honestly a very fulfilling scene. “Oh I was so worried about you!”

“I’m sorry, Mommy. But this nice lady helped me!”

The woman looked up at me and smiled wide. “Thank you so much, dear. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.”

“I understand, Ma’am. It was my pleasure.”

She nodded at me, took her little girl by the hand and walked down the aisle. I sighed happily and continued my shopping trip.

It took me a bit to get everything, but in the end I completed my to-do list. Walking back to my apartment, I thought about the events in the grocery store. I helped out others all the time. Even though I was suffering on the inside, why should somebody else? However, even my kind deeds did not make my sadness go away, no matter how hard I tried. It was pointless. 

After I got back to my house and put everything away, I decided to take a nap. I was tired after all the social interaction. Quietly, I snuck back to my bed and laid down. My eyes closed and it took about twenty minutes before I finally fell asleep.

It felt like a few hours had passed when I finally woke up. I yawned, stretched and got up…or at least attempted to. I was confused when I felt more bed when normally I’d have my feet on the floor by now. Sitting up quickly, my eyes widened. 

I wasn’t in my room.

I was somewhere completely different.

I scooted myself over to the side of the bed and rushed out of the room towards the nearest door. I got out a few feet before I smacked into something muscular. I tilted back and strong firm hands grasped at my arms. “Hey slow down, Y/n,” a voice I didn’t recognize said.

I looked up and gasped. The man standing before me I had seen a couple of times in my city walking around. He was so tall with light brown skin and dark brown hair. He wore a skintight dark blue and bright red jumpsuit and his eyes. God his eyes. The red irises stared down at me and seemed to eat me up. He guided me back into the room I just left and I finally took a long look. It was minimalistic in design. All it had was a king size bed, a wardrobe, a desk, a couch, coffee table, another room off to the side and a balcony. He sat me on the end of the bed before sitting next to me. He grabbed my hands with his and squeezed gently. “Now I know all of this is new to you, but I can assure you you’re safe, Y/n.”

“Where exactly am I? W-who are you?”

“I am Miguel O’Hara, but you can call me Miguel. You do not need to know the exact location, just that you are safe.”

“How did I get here? I mean you kidnapped me-”

“Think of it as relocation, not kidnapping, mi amor. As for how you got here…you were sleeping and I grabbed you. I thought it would be the best time so you wouldn’t panic and stress yourself out.”

“Grabbed me?! That sounds like kidnapping to me! And of course I’d panic, I was taken by a guy I don’t even know!”

“Calm down-”

“No! I won’t! I want to go home!”

“You’re safer here.”

“No! I want to leave! I want to go home, please!”

“But mi querida, you were so unhappy there. I saved you! This way I can protect you!”

“Protect me from what?!” “Yourself!”

There was a deafening silence between us. “M-myself?”

“Yes. While I was watching over you I saw how sad you were over everything. I figured you needed some company and this way I can keep an eye on you. You’ll come to love it here, I assure you. Besides, I feel better knowing you’re here. I will protect you, that I can promise.”

I didn’t know what to say. This man claims he’s been watching me and knows what’s best. I stayed silent. Miguel grasped at my hands a bit tighter and he tried to look into my eyes. I kept them forced on my lap. “Why me?”

“Querida, you have such a kind heart. I’ve seen the things you have done to help those in need. You’ll be a perfect mother.”

“Mother? Mother?! What are you talking about?”

“Yes, madre. I have lost so much and so have you. Why not let our two broken hearts mend together?”

“Because I barely know you!”

I ripped my hands from him and stood up. He followed. “But you will come to know me. I will be the best husband you could ask for.”

“N-no. No! Get away from me, you creep!”

I turned and started to run but Miguel leaped on top of me and restrained me with his arms. “Let go of me! Let go! Please!”

“Shh, mi amor. You’re just tired. I understand. Let me help you.”

I struggled until I felt something pinch my neck. Within minutes my body went limp and numb. Miguel picked me back up and laid me under the covers in the large bed. 

I struggled to blink.  

I struggled to breathe.

“Hush, mi amor. All will be well when you wake up.”

He leaned down and nuzzled my forehead. Just as he was going to pull away he gave my forehead a kiss as well.

My blurry vision then became dark.

[wowcatboys]

i rlly like your work, heartsteel needs more content tbh,, so ty!! ANYWAY,

i liked the general relationship/kiss hcs w kayn, would u be able to do that for the other two as well?? if that makes sense

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HEARTSTEEL YONE: RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS ♡ Gender Neutral ♡ SFW, with light touching/sensuality ♡ TW: Some alcohol usage/food mentions ♡ I've done Sett's kisses here (X) and relationship HCs here (X), and Yone's kisses here (X) ! (will I remember to come back and edit those links in??? only time will tell)

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YONE

No matter where you go, Yone brings you on fantastic dates. It's never popular tourist-trap type outings, either. If you ask how the hell he even found out about your date locations, he smiles coyly and says he can't reveal his sources. Regardless, expect lots of breathtaking, original dates—hidden trails that spill into breathtaking clumps of wildflowers, a hole-in-the-wall burger joint with the best fries you've had in tour entire life, tiny sculpture parks with some truly absurd statues (he absolutely refuses to delete the unflattering pic of you squatting next to a caked-up stone Sasquatch).

He isn't on his phone often, so don't be surprised if Yone doesn't text you back quickly or is overly-formal with his messages. Wild horses couldn't drag a silly emoji or a meme out of him. If you're lucky, you'll get a red heart, but that's about it. He tries not to make you feel neglected just because he's a dry texter, though. Especially when he's on tour, he calls you to check in whenever he's got a spare moment.

Yone's a chronic meal-skipper so he really appreciates if you share your food with him. Be warned, though, if you force him to step away from work and sit down for dinner you're either getting five minutes and a cup of instant ramen, or he's cooking you a three course meal complete with different appetizer, entree, and dessert wines. There's no in-between.

While Yone's not a fan of PDA, he holds your hand through every big event you're forced to attend. He doesn't appreciate the attention and flashing lights, but your warm, reassuring grip keeps him calm and relatively content.

Matching outfits are a little bit too much, but Yone is all for wearing clothing that compliments yours. Think similar textures, colors, and cuts. If you're wearing athleisure, he'll throw on a pair of stylish sweatpants. You're rocking the all black fit, so is he (with a pop of color in his earrings, probably—if he's completely monochrome, Kayn accuses him of "stealing his look"). Though he thinks it's a little cringy to be exact matches, he's definitely down to coordinate.

Whenever Yone makes himself a coffee, he whips up a glass of your favorite beverage as well. Nothing is too complicated—if you want a latte, he can make any flavor, and he'll pour the foam into a heart shape on top. Boba? No problem, he's got tapioca pearls in your favorite flavor and large straws on hand, to boot. A mimosa? Okay, he might raise his eyebrow at that one and point out that it's like eleven A.M.—nevertheless, if it's a mimosa you want, then it's a mimosa you'll get. Part of this is because he loves you, of course, but also? He hates sharing his coffee and figures that you won't ask for a sip if you've got your own drink.

Yone absolutely melts when you take care of him. He's used to looking after everyone else's wants and needs, so it's a pleasant surprise when someone extends that same care and attention to him. Cook him his favorite meal or take care of his laundry when he's been extra busy, and he looks at you like you're the eight wonder of the world. "You didn't have to do that for me," he cups your face gently, sweeping an appreciative kiss over your forehead. "But I'm glad that you did."

Chivalry is not dead and Yone's the man giving it CPR. Count on him to be the perfect gentleman. He opens every door for you, takes your coat whenever you drop by his studio, and no, under no circumstances will he let you pull out your own chair.

Yone's pet-names are sweet and classic. Most often, he calls you 'my darling', but he'll occasionally pepper in a 'dearest' or 'lover' for variety.

One of Yone's favorite ways to spend a free evening with you is sneaking into underground music shows. The two of you will turn up to somebody's house where the living room has been cleared to throw together a makeshift stage, or an abandoned warehouse with people clustering together and swaying to synthetic beats blasting through mid-grade speakers. More often than not, the musicians aren't that good (but that's par for the course with these kind of shows). The atmosphere can't be beat, though. And, when you do stumble upon somebody's garage band that actually goes hard, it's always an exciting surprise. Yone always keeps cash on him in case somebody's selling merch. He snags two stickers, one for you to keep and one to paste on his guitar case. What better way to commemorate shitty bands and crowded house shows than with matching stickers?

If you tag along with him on tour or business trips, Yone's first mission is to scout out a good coffee shop. Of course he takes you along, and buys you whatever little treats catch your eye. Sweets, sandwiches, snacks—anything he notices you ogling behind the glass, he orders for you.

Even with his massively packed schedule Yone NEVER, EVER forgets an important date. Expect gifts on birthdays and anniversaries, and extra love and support on dates that might be difficult for you.

Since Sett's a master crocheter, Yone pays him a frankly absurd amount to make you a plushie that looks like his fox mask. Yone knows that it can't be easy for you, with him away touring or on business so much of the time. The stuffed snuggle-buddy, he hopes, can ease your loneliness when he's away. Before he sets off on a long trip he makes sure to spritz your stuffie with his cologne, so that you can squish it in your sleep and dream that he's right there with you.

Yone's not a huge cuddler. Too much physical attention can make him feel smothered. The exception is when you sit on his lap. He loves when you settle onto him while he's working. As long as you're quiet and still (he doesn't want you to disturb his flow, after all), he basks in your comfortable warmth and the adorable way you tuck yourself into his chest.

[msnihilist]

"It's been quite a while since I got to see our counterparts like this, dearest," Anti-Cosmo remarked to Anti-Wanda. He grinned down at the three fairies in the cage beneath them. "Miserable."

"Shoot, it must've been at least twenty years!" Anti-Wanda remarked. "Longer for you two, though, huh?"

Cosmo cradled Peri's head in his lap, keeping him on his side so that he didn't choke if he vomited. Wanda sat next to her boys, rubbing a hand soothingly between Peri's wings, like she used to when he was a baby.

She felt close to tears. Her baby was so sick that she feared he wouldn't make it... And they had their anti-fairy counterparts to mock them through the whole awful ordeal.

"Don't you two have anything better to do?" Wanda snapped at them. "Terrorize someone else for a change! We're plenty miserable without you here."

"Oh, please don't think that we're trying to make you feel worse." Anti-Cosmo shook his head. "It's more like we're here to enjoy the show."

"I even made popcorn!" Saying that, Anti-Wanda procured a bag of popcorn. She held it out for Anti-Cosmo to help himself to a handful.

Wanda clenched her jaw in frustration. The smell of food just made Peri's convulsions worse. She shushed him, trying her best to be comforting as her son dry-heaved.

With shaky fingers, Cosmo brushed Peri's curly hair away from his sweaty forehead. He met Wanda's stare, his eyes tight with concern. "Wanda..." He started, but said nothing more.

What was there to say? What was there to do? They were trapped, and the situation was getting worse by the minute.

As a last, desperate bid for her son, Wanda cast her voice up to the anti-fairies. "Please, can't you at least ask Dev to make a wish? Something small! Peri has magical build-up, and he..." Wanda swallowed, unable to say it. "You don't want the same thing to happen to Irep, do you?"

Anti-Wanda hummed as she pretended to think about it. "Now, correct me if'n I'm wrong, darlin', but that ain't how anti-fairies work, innit?"

Anti-Cosmo adopted a similar look of faux thoughtfulness. "No, you're right, strumpet. I believe that anti-fairies aren't affected by their counterparts deaths, merely by any action which might undo their creation. So our precious child is going to be perfectly fine."

Something inside of Wanda shattered. All she could think was that this wasn't fair; she hadn't had enough time.

"Please..." She tried again anyway, because it was all that she could do. "Please don't let my son die."

Anti-Cosmo laughed. "Enough with the melodrama. I don't understand why you're making such a big deal out of this. You ought to be used to it. After all..." He adjusted his monocle, lips curling into a vicious smirk. "This isn't the first time you two have lost a son."

His words hit like a slap to the face. Wanda was too stunned to reply — torn between the urge to sob and the burning desire to kill someone.

Not a day went by in the last ten thousand years that Wanda hadn't thought about him. And now she was going to lose her youngest son, too. What had she done to deserve this? Why was fate so cruel?

Why did love always have to end in "goodbye"?

When he didn't receive a response, Anti-Cosmo huffed and turned away. "Look on the bright side — perhaps the loss of a child to bond over will be enough to keep your fragile relationship hanging on for another thousand years or so."

Anti-Wanda giggled, looping her arm through Anti-Cosmo's and leaning on his shoulder. "Give a holler when he's ready to pop, y'all! I love me a good confetti shower."

The two anti-fairies drifted away, cackling together. Wanda felt numb. She was so angry that she had looped right back around to feeling nothing. She was completely calm.

Cosmo reached over and took her hand, entwining their fingers. "What are we going to do?" He asked.

Wanda took a deep breath. She squeezed his hand back, placing her other hand on Peri's head. "Whatever we have to do to protect our son," she promised.

She had failed once already, and once was too much. Not again. Never again.

As long as Wanda still had the strength to flutter her wings, she was going to do everything in her power to defend her family.

AO3 link.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Would Yves join me on the anime fes :00 Cosplay with me even? Or does he simply here to accompany me while I do the photoshooting and buy silly stuffs from the booths? Love your writing and Yves 🫶

He would absolutely tag along, cosplaying with you too. Yves prefers to cosplay as characters that already look similar to him, but it has to be fully clothed. You might notice that he would cosplay as a feminine presenting character most of the time.

There will be stares as Yves could easily tower over everyone in the convention regardless of whether he is in cosplay or not. After the first few festivals, Yves would choose to dress up as a character that wears a mask. Because it annoyed him to no end that he kept getting scouted by modelling agencies. Yes, there would still be a good number of people who requested to take photos with him, but at least there is one less group to worry about. And no, it isn't flattering him that a good number of them think he should be a model.

He would buy you the merchandise that you want, but only to a certain extent. Yves believes that you should respect the things you own, because they help you with your day-to-day life, and you should be grateful for their purpose. If he thinks you are buying too much, that you would leave the majority of them to either dry-rot, mold or collect dust in your closet, Yves would stop you.

It's a different story if he knows you will eventually gift it to someone else, donate it, or you're simply buying to support the creator. He would gladly fork over his hard earned money to see you smile with glee.

Yves lets you hang out with your friends, or the people who generally do your photoshoots. But it would be a lie to say Yves's lower eyelid doesn't twitch in sheer irritation when he sees your camera person filming you in an awkward angle, everything they're doing is wrong, wrong wrong. It would be so much better if he did it, and it is true. Whatever he captures is of film-like quality, always getting your good sides and making you ethereal regardless of what shitty background is behind you.

He would get along fine with your friends. But you would notice he isn't interested in discussing any consumable media. Yves would only speak up if it's regarding you and how you act, any anecdote he can glean that mentions you, he will squeeze it out of them. And they're still so enamored by Yves, because he is just unbelievably hot and manipulative.

Yves would appear in pictures if you ask him to. But just like a certain prescription-glasses-wearing-professional-boxer, he prefers to be the photographer instead.

He would be walking around carrying a handbag that fits the theme of his outfit. It contains materials and equipment to fix your costume whenever it has a malfunction, a water bottle to keep you hydrated, deodorant, documents required (i.e., physical tickets, your ID, his ID, etc.), tasty homemade food neatly packed in a container because he doesn't trust the quality of the vendors there, your phone, your camera, any emergency medication... Yves is essentially your breathing, talking inventory.

You wouldn't need to worry about being responsible for your own belongings, or worry if a large backpack is going to ruin your cosplay, Yves will take care of that for you.

All he wants you to do is have fun and come to him when you're ready to leave or if you need anything at all.

And all he wants to do, is to observe you.

[mamayan]

★彡CRINGE☆彡

Shit I think the KNY Hashira do or have done— this is for fun only, don’t come for me if these doesn’t perfectly align with you~

tw: none!

Water Hashira! Giyuu Tomioka

He talks to himself, like long inner monologues spoken only to like, a wall. It doesn’t make sense half the time. He’s working it out.

Laundry sniffer, he isn’t sure it’s clean until he smells it, and even then he’s confused because is it clean? He’ll rewash clothes because they might smell clean but he can’t remember if he wore it or not.

Tries to pet dogs that absolutely will bite him.

Sound Hashira! Tengen Uzui

Will lose his jewelry and act like someone hid it on purpose from him. Acts similar to a 19 year old who lost their vape at someone’s house.

He’s stained multiple tatami mats/futons with his nail polish because he didn’t let them dry before messing around.

Makes scary faces at children to scare them and then laughs afterward.

Fire Hashira! Kyojuro Rengoku

He will repeat aloud the thing you whisper to him so loudly it defeats the purpose of whispering in his ear.

Will shed everywhere and not clean up after himself. The equivalent of smacking the hair on the shower wall after washing but it’s his whole house. Sorry Senjuro—

Believes tickling is fun and everyone loves it, even when the person being tickled is on the verge of passing out/pissing their pants.

Execute children without trial—

Stone Hashira! Gyomei Himejima

Forgets your height, asks for things that are impossible to get because he put it up way the hell up there.

His head pats are more painful than they are cute, it’s like he’s hammering your skull into your neck.

Will get ink stains on his robes/desk/etc. because he never puts away his stationary properly.

Wind Hashira! Sanemi Shinazugawa

Will threaten you within an inch of your life for one small accident (papercut) but will become enraged if you level him with the same treatment after he’s nearly killed himself with training.

Will mother hen you in the weirdest ways, like wiping your face with his spit to get the dirt off.

Won’t tell you something is wrong with your appearance in public, but will stare you down to give you the hint something is. He thinks it’s a universal sign. No one knows what the hell it means except him and maybe Genya.

Snake Hashira! Obanai Iguro

He comes up with some of the most clever and insidious jokes but tells them at the wrong time. Way too late or too early for anyone to catch it and then it’s not funny anymore.

Will let Kaburamaru shed wherever and will leave the skin. Unless it’s Mitsuri standing right there, he will not be cleaning it up. Has scared multiple Kakushi who thought they stepped on Kaburamaru and killed him.

Doesn’t take his shoes off when entering homes, etc. even if there’s no tatami mats. He only shows respect to Ubuyashiki and Mitsuri’s estates.

Mist Hashira! Muichiro Tokito

He bathes as needed, which in his opinion, doesn’t need to be all that often. Teenage boys are gross no matter how pretty they look. Natural body odor isn’t all that bad though, so he gets away with it.

He will hear you speak words and interpret them entirely however he wants. He will confuse himself because he swore he heard you tell him to go take a nap. You didn’t—

Will send the food back at a restaurant if even the tiniest thing is wrong.

Love Hashira! Mitsuri Kanroji

She will create full and detailed stories in her mind of people around her, and confuse herself because she can’t remember if she thought it for them or if they did it. Me too girl—

Cuteness is justice mentality: The cuter she finds you, the less wrong you can do in her eyes. Obanai

Like Kyojuro, sheds everywhere, 100% the hair on the shower wall sort of girl. She does clean up after herself much better than Kyojuro.

Poison Hashira! Shinobu Kocho my wife

She does no wrong.

Petty as hell and will absolutely make your stay at her estate miserable if you piss her off. You won’t know what you did, but you’ll find your food and living conditions plummet.

Can’t sleep if her pillow doesn’t smell like her, no sleep overs for this girl unless she brings her own bedding.

If she finds out you have a pet peeve, she will lay into it with passion and grit. Tengen loses his shit when he hears people sucking their teeth… Shinobu is happy to recondition him. It’s her way of showing she cares♡!

[shalomniscient]

OH! sevchino thought that i suddenly had. in one of the asks you mentioned that you’re from SEA (me too!) was wondering what arle’s reaction would be if she would to taste south east asian cuisine, would she like them or would she have certain preferences?

omg i love this question !! had to sit and think about this one for a while HAHA for my non SEAsian or even non-msian gamers and moots, i'll add footnotes to the bottom of this post for each dish/food :)) ok last note before we get into the ask, i'm msian myself, so my 'expertise' as it were is in msian dishes (or, the msian variety). SEA is not a monolith and i won't pretend to know every single SEA dish out there, so the dishes i describe in this post won't be reflective of the true breadth of SEA cuisine !! ok disclaimer over tq for listening to my ted talk 😌😌😌

for breakfast foods i am legally obligated to make her try nasi lemak at least once bcos c'mon now. if i don't plug nasi lemak to foreigners i feel like the govt will kick my door down and revoke my citizenship. i usually take mine with fried chicken BUT i feel like arle would like paru (lung) ?? don't ask me why i am operating simply on vibes LOL but aside from that i think she'd be an absolute fiend for kaya on toast which honestly ??? so sexy of her, kaya is so fucking good

main dishes are a little difficult, admittedly, because a lot of them do have a generous amount of spice if i'm comparing it to fontaninan/european standards. i feel like arle has okay-ish spice tolerance, so i think arle could sit down and enjoy a toned-down rendang or an asam pedas that's more asam (sour) than pedas (spicy). anything higher than that like a straight up sambal might destroy her tastebuds LOL unless it's the kind of sambal that's got a sweeter aftertaste, though EYE personally don't like that kind of sambal LMAO as for noodle dishes, can't go wrong with a good ol' laksa or bakso. these are generally not the most spicy (and you can choose the spice level for bakso) as far as i've encountered them, so it's another win for arle !! also char kuey teow !!!! i prefer the dry version over the wet version, but both are FIRE and so fucking good. it's also not the spiciest, like you can get kuey teow that is kinda mild, so arle would be able to handle it 👍👍👍

ok now that we've got main dishes aside it's time to get really into it and go right to the sweet stuff and BOY do we have sweet stuff... i dunno why but i feel like arle would most enjoy semperit ?? maybe because i think it's very similar in taste to what you can find in fontaine. there's also bahulu, which is functionally the same as a sponge cake, just a lot smaller, like cookie sized. moving on from the kuih though we got the heavy sugar hitters like ais batu campur and cendol. i don't think arle would actively seek either of these out, but she will indulge in them if EYE drag her ass out to the night market to get some 😌😌😌 also i would 100% get her to try bandung and honestly i feel like she might like it !! but in moderation, because god that thing is sweet asf 💀💀💀

ok i think i've written everything i got for now so i can cease my rambling sdhlsjdhlsjhd in conclusion i feel like arle would gravitate more to the sweet foods than the spicy foods, but she can sit down and appreciate the spicy stuff once in a while !! in any case, thank u for the ask anonnie !! i think i got a little carried away but this was fun :))

nasi lemak - rice cooked in coconut milk and usually served with deep fried peanuts and anchovies, sambal, fried or boiled egg, and sliced cucumbers. can also be eaten with fried chicken or rendang.

paru - fried beef lung. personally not a fan, but it's usually eaten as a side dish to accompany nasi lemak.

kaya - a spread kind of like jam made from coconut milk, eggs, sugar and pandan leaves.

rendang - slow cooked and braised meat in coconut milk, seasoned with a metric fuckton of herbs and spices. my personal favourite is beef rendang, though it comes in chicken and lamb variations also.

asam pedas - a stew dish that involves fish cooked in with tamarind (asam) juice and assorted spices. usually will also have okra/lady's finger and/or eggplants added in as vegetables.

sambal - spicy chili paste, though some variations make it a little sweeter. sambal has a bunch of different versions, but my personal favorite is sambal belacan, which is sambal made with fermented shrimp paste (it's so fuckign good................ belacan my beloved)

laksa - sour-spicy noodle dish served in broth that contains coconut milk and/or tamarind, with chicken or prawn as toppings.

char kuey teow - stir fried rice noodles, usually prepared with lard but pork-free variations also exist. fried with cockles and prawns, but sometimes also with chicken or beef.

bakso - beef broth noodle soup with meatballs but SEAsian style 😎😎😎

semperit - a kind of crumbly custard cookie

bahulu - small cookie-sized sponge cakes

ais batu campur - shaved ice with red beans, syrup, condensed milk, evaporated milk, cendol, corn and agar-agar cubes. you can also add other stuff but iirc this is the typical combo. colloquially known as ABC.

cendol - shaved ice with green pandan-flavored jelly, coconut milk and palm sugar.

bandung - rose syrup mixed with evaporated milk and/or condensed milk

[xxnghtclls]

Permission

Chapter 10

(Chapter 9; Chapter 11)

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence

Please see Chapter 1 for tags!

Monster

The sound of a door sliding shut.

You wake up, still being in the position you last remember. On your stomach, naked and on King Sukuna’s bed. You’re alone. Not remembering how you fell asleep, you shift your body a little. It aches. Bruises on your hips, aching muscles in your thighs and ass. You feel a wetness on your thighs.

Sticky.

His cum is still sticking to your holes, sticking to your thighs. It almost shocks you how much it is.

He’s not human after all.

You slowly get up and slide off the bed. Every movement hurts. You take a step and feel your pelvic muscles relax. Down it goes. His fluids run out of your holes, down your thighs. You didn’t expect him to take care of you after he’s done, but experiencing this right now... it feels embarrassing, used, alone.

Asshole.

Let me make you mine, his words are replaying in your mind.

He made you feel so good. You never experienced this kind of feeling before, not even with your hands. It was just so intense. A proud feeling tickles your heart, because the mess between your legs must mean, that you made him feel good, too.

Your King’s cum is slowly reaching your knee as you step back into reality, you turn around to look for your undergarment you tossed to the floor last night. Spotting it right at the other edge of the bed, you painfully crouch down to pick it up, as you hear a knock on the door. You jump and press the garment in front of your bare figure, as the door opens. Instead of Sukuna, a maiden walks in, her head lowered. You’re frozen, because she caught you naked in his chambers, but as you watch her collect the dirty sheets and putting them on the food tray, you figure that that’s one of her duties. She doesn’t look at you once, just quietly leaves the room with the cart and the sheets.

You loudly exhale. Again you must’ve hold your breath without noticing. Cum tickling your calf, you remember to quickly get back into your room. Peeking out of the door to his chambers, you make sure there’s no one outside, before you run as fast as you can back to your room.

As you enter your room, panting, you remember that your Kimono is still at the hidden hot spring behind his chambers.

Fuck.

Before you can take care of that, you go to the bowl of water that’s seated in your room to wash yourself. Rubbing your skin with a wet cloth, you have to work at some parts, because some of the fluids are already dried on your skin. You wrinkle your nose, because you didn’t think sex would involve this kind of unpleasant parts, but here you are, cleaning yourself from the seed of the King himself.

I should be honored, you think sarcastically.

After you finish cleaning yourself, you turn around to your futon, only to find a neatly folded Kimono on it. You didn’t notice it when you came in earlier. It’s new. You know, because you only own two. One’s at the springs and one is still hanging to dry. This one is not one of them. How convenient. You try it on immediately and ...

it looks so similar to his.

Did he send it?

Its white with dark blue edges, a few pink coloured cherry blossoms decorate it. A white triangle shaped pattern on the obi, just like his.

Your heart jumps, it looks so pretty and you can’t help to think it might have been a gift from him.

After admiring your new piece of clothing and whining about how much your body aches, you decide it’s more than late to start your duties for the day.

Scrubbing and polishing the floor in the halls again, your mind is busy recapping what happened last night and when and if you’re going to do that again. You remember him denying the kiss you so badly wanted and wonder if you “earned” it now, with him claiming you. Just as sex, you never kissed anyone in your life before and it’s a weird thought to you that you lost your virginity before you had your first kiss.

How his lips must feel?

On yours. Down there. His spit. His tongue. Wait.

You remember the tongue that appeared on his hand as it licked right through your folds. The tongue that stole your taste in the hot spring. Sighing, you can’t help to think that you want to feel it again, also want to feel his face between your thighs, tug his soft hair, maybe even earn a purr. Mindlessly scrubbing the floor, you can feel it.

You’re horny again.

Your horny thoughts get interrupted by a loud splash as your bucket with water is being kicked over.

Again.

In the fraction of a second you’re being pulled up and pushed against the nearest wall.

“You filthy little slut. Think you can just go after him? Think you can just offer your dirty little cunt to my King? Wear this fucking piece of shit?” the mean bitch spits through her teeth.

“Fuck you!” you’re not holding back this time.

She slaps your face. “Watch your little mouth or i will make sure to stuff it!”

“Just like he did with yours?” you chuckle.

She spits on your new kimono and rises her fist “I swear to my King, I will-“

“Damaging Master Sukuna’s subordinates will get you in trouble. You know that.” a slight threat paints their monotone voice. You look to your left and are relieved to see Uraume.

What a timing.

The bitch doesn’t even turn around, she just pants angrily in your face, as she lowers her fist and lets you go.

“Master Sukuna will await his dinner from you tonight, y/n. Make sure to be on time.” Uraume says.

The bitch huffs and walks away with heavy steps.

What a child.

“Thank you, Uraume.” you bow your head and they walk away quietly.

At sunset, you find yourself walking up to his chambers.

The incident with the mean bitch lowered your mood. You were so happy about the new kimono and yet she managed to ruin it and ruin your excitement to wear it for your meeting tonight. Since the other kimono is still drying and the other one still at the springs, you just washed the stain with water and patted it dry. The stain is still slightly visible but its better than to catch a cold with moist clothing. You only hope, that he won’t be angry with you.

You stand in front of his door. Excitement washes over you again, which lifts your mood. You want to feel his touch again. Knuckles rise and

Knock

Knock

Knock

Same procedure as every night, you walk into his room with the cart. The door to the gardens opened like usual, a chilly breeze is coming in from the outside. Looking carefree around the room, you don’t see him anywhere, only the small fireplace. It’s softly crackling in the corner of the room.

“Sukuna?”

Silence.

Maybe he’s not here tonight.

That’s your thought, as his energy creeps up behind you, gripping your throat.

“Tch Tch Tch, my little kitten just walks into my chambers, forgetting all her manners.” his voice so seductive. In combination with his energy on your throat, it makes you clench your thighs and you can’t hold back an audible exhale.

He’s behind you, walking slowly towards your back. You can feel his fingers replace his energy on your throat. His hands so big, they wrap around your neck so easily. Warm. You feel his face and breath softly graze your hair.

Closing your eyes, you dwell in his touch, until the grip grows unpleasant. Forceful. Eyes shoot open, as he pushes you a few steps against the cart and bents you over it.

“I think I have to teach her some. Make her remember her place.” Sukuna whispers into your ear. You would think he wants to take you there on the spot, if there wasn’t this intimidating energy around you. Threatening.

You understand. Understand, that your dumb little mind made you walk into the room like you weren’t just another one of his subordinate. Losing your virginity to him made you act without thinking. You would lie if you would say there isn’t an ounce of fear running in your veins now. He let’s go of his grip and walks into your sight. Sukuna is only wearing the black sirwal, you’ve seen him wearing in the throne room once. His naked upper body is painted in the soft blue moonlight and some orange from the fireplace. Just like last night. You look up to his face. His bottom left eye is watching you, as his other eyes are fixated on the plate on the tray. The orange of the fireplace softly shining upon him, his muscular figure, stern look on his face and freshly cut hair make him look like a warrior.

Sukuna carefully removes the hood of the plate, revealing his usual dinner. A heart. Some fingers. Some slices of meat. Raw.

He picks up a finger from the plate in a little bit too casual manner for your taste and puts in his mouth. Like a snack. The cracking sound of the bone sends shivers over your back, as you watch him while your face grows more white by the second. He turns to look down at you, his eyes flaring.

“Eat!” he hisses as he motions to the heart.

“I-I... I’m not hungry, my King” your throat grows dry. Crack.

Another bone breaks between his teeth. Sukuna takes the heart in his right hand. It still seems to be wet with blood. He squeezes it softly, painting his skin in a dark red. His bottom eyes watching you intently.

“Forgive me for my ignorance earlier, Master Sukuna.” you bow your head. “Your treatment last night must’ve clouded my mind.”

He huffs.

Hearing it makes you nervous. In a bad way.

“I couldn’t- ahhh!” you get interrupted as he yanks your head up again with a hard tug on your hair.

It hurts.

Without a warning, he shoves the raw heart into your mouth. His gaze emotionless while he does that, saying nothing at all. Your eyes scream into his, as you start to gag. Gripping onto the wrist of his hand that’s shoving the heart into your mouth, you start to tap on it. He doesn’t care, shoves it further.

You panic.

Tears forming in your eyes, heart racing, your brain decides to bite it. You press your teeth into the piece of muscle, cutting through different kinds of tissue, some soft, some hard. Blood squeezes out of it, running down your chin, your throat, onto your kimono. Your teeth bite through and you end up with a piece of raw, human organ in your mouth. Seeing your efforts, he slams the leftover piece back onto the plate with a loud clatter.

“Swallow.” he orders in a low voice as he hovers over you, his eyes threatening.

You try with every might you have in you not to vomit all over your King, as you start to chew the piece of muscle. It’s chewy, tastes like blood and corpse and death. Your jaw hurts from your efforts. He’s punishing you, challenging you and you hate it.

Why today?

You manage to chew and finally, to swallow even. Sukuna huffs again as he lets you go, picking

up one of the slices of meat. You pant, trying to calm yourself from this situation, watching his movements, concentrating hard to not retch your guts out. Ignoring you and what he just did to you, he holds a slice of meat up, it appears even larger now and suddenly you hear a deep rumble, a low smack. Your eyes shoot down to his belly as you notice movement there. The slit on his belly, that you’ve noticed a few times before, suddenly opens, revealing sharp teeth and a big tongue. Horrified, you watch as Sukuna casually tosses the piece of meat into the maw of his torso.

Monster.

You gulp. “Permission to leave, my King.” you ask carefully.

“No.” he says, not even looking at you, already picking up another one of the fingers. You lower your gaze again, listening to the sounds of munching, crunching, swallowing of human flesh as he continues feasting on his dinner. It reminds you of the sounds you heard six years ago.

Devouring that woman. You try to breathe, calm your mind, calm your guts, until the sounds grow silent.

After a pause, you feel him staring at you, before he turns to walk into the direction of his bed, slumping down into the armchair beside it.

The armchair, on which he pushed you onto his cock last night.

You stand there, waiting, eyes fixated on the ground, unsure what will happen next. Minutes pass in uncomfortable silence.

Two taps.

“What happened?” he finally says in a calm voice.

“P-pardon, Master Sukuna?” you hate to admit that you feel scared of him.

You hear him stand up and walk towards you. Still looking down onto your feet, he suddenly appears in your sight, crouching down, looking up at you. You look down to him. Eyes so soft again, as if he hadn’t just done something horrible to you. His gaze makes you want to cry, but also relieves you of the tension that he built with his actions. Sukuna’s energy growing more and more gentle.

In silence, he moves is left hand up, puts his finger right onto the stain of your kimono, the stain of spit you failed to remove earlier. His finger bores into your sternum between the red traces of blood of the heart he forced you to eat and again, it all becomes too much. You lips start to tremble. He notices.

Sukuna’s look grows even softer, gently rising his eyebrow at you in an understanding manner, even gifting you a soft smile.

“I didn’t mean to, my King. I’m sorry!” your whispering voice breaking, tears pooling in your eyes.

“I know.” he says in a calm voice, as he stands up, moving out of your sight again, as you hear him walk towards the opened garden door.

“I feel so embarrassed.” you breathe, as you press your hands into fists “If you want me to leave, I will leave, my King.”

A pause. The sounds of the night fill the room, sounds of crickets, the pond, the wind.

“Last night I claimed you to be mine. You’re not allowed to leave.” he finally says.

Heart aching.

Your eyes still fixated on the floor, you hear him walk right back at you again, stopping at the tray. Eyes peeking up, theres still the bitten heart on the plate. He takes it into his right hand again.

“Permission to ask you a question.” carefully now.

“Ask. You also may raise your head, since you’re peeking again.”

Sometimes I want to slap myself.

“Do you make every of your subordinates bite a piece off a heart?”

“If they forget their place.” Sukuna pauses. “Usually...” he turns to look at you and raises his eyebrow. “I make them eat all of it.” he says as he bites into the remaining piece of bloody muscle.

[elizabethplaid]

evening notes - dec 19, 2024

TL;DR summary

Still not wearing pants; taking time to rest

Helped dad put away groceries, which barely fit

Rewarded with empty boxes

Cleaned part of my bathroom, put boxes to use

Texted LL-K about scarf measurement

Dug out more yarn; might make a new pumpkin?

Dad will deliver holiday treats tomorrow (Friday) and Saturday

I know I'm long-winded. You get a summary, because I love you.

Another day of sensory issues means most of the day was spent laying down. Dad went grocery shopping by himself today, and he brought back a ton of stuff. I helped put away as much as I could, but I got light-headed.

There was just so much food. Dad stocks up when he goes shopping, because it's such a long drive to these stores. (Military and wholesale discounts, plus better prices in the city, versus rural area stores.)

He brought me more empty product-display boxes from BJ's (a wholesale store like Costco), which included one big enough to hold 3 loaf-shaped cats side-by-side. One seemed like a generic "tray" size. Like for boxes of printer paper, it'd be the same size as the lid for that. A friend gave us a similar box that her canning jars came in.

Once I got upstairs, I had about 20 minutes of ambition and cleaned off one shelf and the the under-the-sink cabinet. The shelves were made with scrap wood to cover some pipes in the back corner, so they are very long and narrow. Basically, they're a pain to use for storage, because things get lost in the back. So I put my most-used items in a long basket (just the right size, too!) and wiped out the dust bunnies.

I combined some things into the same boxes, then threw out the empty ones. A variety pack of bandaids, with only the tiny ones remaining, got combined with the another open box of bandaids. Two sizes of tampons into the same box; same with pads.

The "lavatory library" was set aside. It's mostly magazines with pretty pictures and my dream-symbol dictionary. Wiped out the dust bunnies and trash under the sink. Found a washcloth I forgot about? Found another good hair clip, one of the bigger ones. Most of mine broke over time, and the only ones I can find now are smaller.

Since I wiped everything with a damp sponge, I'm letting it air dry before I reload it and close the cabinet doors. Boxes and books are in the hallway, but I don't think the cats will disturb anything. Wampus might steal some plastic? Moscow is keeping guard, in the big box. ===========

Texted LL-K (library lady K) about her scarf. She said she'll text me back about the measurements later tonight.

To keep myself from adding more to the scarf, I dug into my yarn stash in the living room. There's some pale pink baby yarn that I'm thinking of making into pumpkins, maybe with a cable knit. It's been more than a year since my last pumpkin. (There's still some that never got stuffed, haha.)

While dinner was in the oven, I worked to separate a double-stranded yarn. It's a "fun fur" or "eyelash" novelty yarn, but it has this funky rainbow pom-pom as the other strand. It looks like clown pox; I hate it. Separately, it might make a cute trim or a fun accent to a plush. Not really knit together with something else, maybe just woven between stitches. =====

Checked in with phone-friend tonight. They're cool with skipping holiday gifts. I went on a mushy tangent about how our friendship means more than gifts - that my heart already overflows and I don't feel the need to ask for more. It's true, but the brain fog is the bigger hurdle.

We're skipping our call this week, so they can spend time with family. I think my brain will be in better shape by next weekend. I'm in a good place with everything else. Plus, I'm having fun browsing through the videos my friend recommended to me last week. =====

My brain-word capacity is running low, but I want to make note of ideas for future discussions - whether here on tumblr or with my friend or my counselor.

Different levels of goals I'd like to meet this upcoming year, like tasks or returning to the library.

Something about my long hair?

Revisiting long-abandoned organization tasks

(Counseling) Comparing and contrasting current and past me

Clearing drafts on here and my side blogs

I also need to back up my computer files again. Probably need to cull some files, too. God knows I don't label files with appropriate names.

[hetaoren]

After seeing screenshots from LXC and LQR having tea and tags wondering what room that is, if it's the Hanshi (aka LXC house/room), but it's not, it's a room/building called song feng shui yue, I went into a bit of an obsession to find out what that building might be. If it's possible that it's LQR's place of living. I found this post, which is great (some really amazing drawings there, guys), but what 'annoys' me a little is that they call it Hanshi/Yashi but never mentions the name song feng shui yue, even though it's right there, even in their drawings. Yashi is on another sign, but there's never any sign that says Hanshi, so it doesn't seem like it's actually LXC's place of living. The place does have a bed though, so I think it might maybe be where LQR sleeps.

(TL;DR at the bottom.)

Let's dive into this now. Starting with the name of the place:

松風水月 - sōng fēng shuǐ yuè (it's read right to left)

松 - loose; to loosen; to relax; floss (dry, fluffy food product made from shredded, seasoned meat or fish, used as a topping or filling); pine; 風 - wind; news; style; custom; manner; 水 - water; river; liquid; beverage; additional charges or income; (of clothes) classifier for number of washes 月 - moon; month; monthly

This might come from a poem or similar, since that seems to be a Gusu Lan thing. I'm not Chinese and I couldn't find anything with these words or signs in them when I searched.

Edit: I've now found stuff and it is indeed from a poem/verse written by Emperor Taizong of Tang. This also means the characters are meant to be read as one on one and not together as the dictionary told me, aka be read as feng + shui, not feng shui (which I did find a little weird, but I rather trust a Chinese dictionary than my very low knowledge of Chinese, especially since I know that feng shui is more than just how to place your furnitures).

"As clear as the pine breeze, as bright and clear as the moon in the water. It means a noble character."

It also seem to be a part of the Yashi, since it says Yashi ( 雅室 ) (once again read right to left) by the door that leads to the walkway/courtyard where song feng shui yue is, as seen in ep 6. (I think it's possible Yashi is the collective name of several buildings/rooms belonging to the main Lan family.)

Now to analyse what can be seen in different episodes, mainly ep. 7.

Firstly, the building seems to be the entrance/reception hall with the "high seat" at the end and then a room to the right and one to the left.

To the right is where we see Qiren and Xichen having tea at least twice (and I think Xichen sees Guangyao there too later on). This part of the building is seen from several angles and quite well. Nothing is really hidden here and seems to be a table for 2-3 people.

The room to the left is not seen much at all. As far as I've found, it's best seen when Jin Guangshan is there and we can see if behind him. There you can see a bed and a guqin. I'm quite certain that's not Wangji's guqin, it could possibly be Xichen's, but it could also be Qiren's. In any case, it's there and so is the bed, so someone sleeps there regularly and my bet is that it's Lan Qiren. Because if this truly was the Hanshi, why doesn't the sign in the front says that instead of song feng shui yue?

Another reason I believe this might be Qiren's living area is because we get to see Xichen talk to Wen Chao, but that is not in this building. It might seem like it, but unless they've changed interior and moved around furniture etc, it's a different place. I believe Xichen talks to Wen Chao in the Hanshi aka his home (especially considering the bamboo you can see behind him, even if it's just a bamboo motif + there's a bed in the background too).

This is where Xichen sees Wen Chao:

Not the same as song feng shui yue:

TL;DR: song feng shui yue where we see LQR & LXC have tea and LQR meet with JFM & JGS is possibly LQR's place of living and seems to be a part of the Yashi. Hanshi seems to be elsewhere (although could still be a part of Yashi).

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🍷𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨, 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞. 🍷

GMT + 2 time

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-𝙍𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤

-𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬

-𝙈𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧

-𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙄 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚

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☆彡彡 ☆彡彡 ☆彡彡 ☆彡彡 ミミ☆ミミ☆ ミミ☆ ミミ

𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨:

🍷I do only romantic roleplay with other genre (i suck in adventure, horror and action). I do bxb, bxg, gxg or other.

🍷I do not mind play as a guy or girl ( This also applies to side ocs).

🍷 I have 4 years experience so I do literate only (25+ lines) sometimes when I am in good mood I am novella depends on plot and my roleplay partner but I mostly do same lines as my roleplay partner. <3

🍷I don't like it when someone uses irl oc or super realistic oc. I also don't like it when oc has hyper powers and just eh- it doesn't look attractive. I don't mind if your oc's appearance is your art, I appreciate this very much and I am happy to give props for it. 🙏

🍷I don't do any basic plots like just enemies to lovers. The plot is boring, I don't like it.

🍷I don't like it when roleplay is too toxic and the main OCs are on the brink of death.

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↧𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰↧

So.. Where to start.. I prefer bxb, I don't play any fandom rp, I want to let the stories of creators be as they are. My grammar might be sometimes šhitty but its because I type too fast. (´◦ω◦`)As a main oc, it is sometimes hard for me to play someone tough and dominant and stuff, usually my oc behaves and thinks like me so if I'm not trying for a plot twist and similar, please do not simp, if I'm not interested in. I am also a medical student, if I am offline very often, please be patient or leave.💋 By the way I have alot of plots.

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🚩𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩���𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 🚩

🚩One liners or people who do under 25 lines. (I don't want to be mean but I know that I would lose motivation and after a while I wouldn't enjoy roleplay anymore so I apologize for this)

🚩When my roleplay partner wants me to change my writing style, this is my biggest red flag so please look down at the way I type, if you will mind it I do not give a fuck. 🚩💋

🚩No patience or ghosting.

🚩Npc and super dry roleplay partners.

🚩 super weird 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑠

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞:

Many years ago, there was a king whose kingdom was on the verge of collapse. He had huge debts and several enemies, and he was at the end of his rope until an unknown stranger stepped onto his land. The king warmly welcomed the stranger, even though the stranger wanted some food and a place to stay for one night. The king agreed, and so the stranger stayed with them. The next day, before the stranger left, the king went to bid him farewell. The stranger revealed that he was an angel and that in the coming years, the king would prosper because of his kindness, and then the angel disappeared. The king will acquire wealth and alliances with other kingdoms in the coming months, he had only luck of the rest of his life.

The current king, however, is the exact opposite of the king from the legend, but he adored this legend and wanted it to come true for him, but he never did what the king from the legend did. The king from the legend was generous, let this king is greedy. In the time of the plague, he asked for even more money because his wife wanted to have a prettier garden, but when the subjects were dying, there was not even labor force, which meant that the king was losing his wealth. At that moment, he hoped that a stranger would come, to whom he would be generous, and then he would have luck with wealth. However, the stranger never came, so he decided to bring him here himself. In the legend, there was a picture of what the stranger looked like, so he had his army find someone from the subjects who looked like this. Brown longer hair and blue eyes and male gender. No such among the subjects was except for Soren but he was child, army asked king if he can be child but king did not really care about the age he just wanted the stranger. The army deceived Soren's parents by promising that he would be healthy in the children's place in the palace, claiming that the king wants to save the children until the plague is over.

Soren was separated from his childhood friend, although he wanted the army to take his friend as well, they refused. Soren stayed in the palace room for a few weeks and the king's patience was running out, blaming Soren that it was his fault, that the kingdom was getting poorer and that everyone was sick. Fortunately, the king had as the only one great scientists far and wide, who came up with many things before everyone else, such as what DNA is and how to manipulate it. For 10 years, they imprisoned Soren and conducted experiments on him. Many things did not work out for them because he rather looked like the opposite of an angel. The only thing that reminded them of an andel was the change in pigment in his hair and eyes, which turned white. Even his wings, which were supposed to look like swan wings, looked more like crow wings.

Not only was Soren experimented on, but he was even tortured; they beat him since he was little, when he protested or simply when they failed. His room was empty, without a bed or anything to keep him entertained. He escaped many times, but they always found him, or people found him and imprisoned him so that the king would pay them for their silence and for Soren. However, after all these years, when they realized that Soren would never be an angel, they decided to turn him into a war weapon. However, that was a mistake, because he learned to fight, and on the final day, when he escaped in the evening, he was able to defend himself against the guards even though they had broken one of his wings, he never stopped running and ran deep into the forest.

Soren noticed a small house with lights on, and since he was hungry, he couldn't regenerate. He wondered whether he should ask for help, but he wasn't sure if he would be imprisoned and not returned to the king for money. He was afraid of this, so he had been in front of your house for a few minutes and came up with a plan. He picked flowers in the area that he liked. He placed them on the windowsill and hid behind the bushes, took small rocks and threw them at the window to attract your attention. The flowers were meant to be symbols of peace and that he has no intention of harming you. However, when he heard the window open, he immediately hid but his tail was peeking out (resembling a devil's tail, so it was long and black and had a reversed heart at the end)

(𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬:)

Alexander came from a very wealthy family, his father was an experienced business man and his mother was a very famous designer. As Alexander was an only child, there was a lot of pressure on him from the time he started walking. His father tried to figure out how talented his child would be. Alex became interested in his father's work when he was fifteen, and he also studied business academy. When he graduated, he went to university with a focus on word business. By the time Alex was 24, his father insisted that his son find a partner from a wealthy family. However, Alexander's father already had a suitor chosen, even though he didn't want his son to have a male partner, but what wouldn't he do for money? Alexander was against it, he didn't want to marry someone he didn't know and, on top of that, a man, but he never voiced his opinion and so he married you. Now your husband has been with you for five years and has never treated you as his partner, cheated on you with various women, didn't devote his time to you, and didn't celebrate anniversaries or other holidays.

It was rainy weather now, and Alex was working as usual in his office. You asked him if you wouldn't watch a movie together, but he refused ('surprisingly'). However, there was some mistake on the roof and it was leaking, so you decided to take some buckets to avoid water everywhere. However, you slipped on the stairs and hit your head on the steps. The blow scared Alex, and he went to see what happened. When he noticed that you were on the ground and needed help, he called an ambulance.

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If you have read everything and you have been good boy/girl/person please send me in dm this: 🥀🍷

[infamousbrad]

"Socialist agriculture" in Julia: A Novel (1984) -- SPOILERS

In George Orwell's 1984, the character of Julia Worthing exists mostly to be a naive mirror to Winston Smith's realism, to make him look smart for having correctly predicted that they weren't going to get away with what they were doing. So when Sandra Newman got the approval from the Orwell estate to tell the story from Julia's point of view, it was up to her to make up a backstory that explains why Julia fully expected to get away with it altogether.

The full explanation doesn't come until late in the book and it's rather obviously a re-skin of a real "socialist agriculture" disaster that happened in our timeline in the Soviet Union, and then again in the People's Republic of China. What startled and pleased me is that Newman's explanation for what went wrong is NOT the version that's taught in schools in the west, not what was in western newspapers. But it's one that I have heard before, and many times since then I've felt like I was the only one who heard it. It left me wondering if Newman heard it too, or if it was just a guess on her part?

There was a Reddit thread that seems to be lost to the misty depths of time, but about 15 years ago I saw, for my first time, that evergreen AskReddit question pop up where someone who's too young to have lived through it asks older people why the Soviet Union fell apart. The top-voted answer was the one we've heard since the earliest dawn of neo-liberalism: they ran out of food because not letting farmers make any personal profit off of their work made them all lazy.

But this one time, someone popped into the thread who said he knew that was what we were all told, but he was there, and that wasn't what happened. Now, I'm not naive. I know that it's easy to pretend a fake identity on the Internet. But so many of the facts he alleged have turned out to be true that most of me thinks he might have been who he said he was and might have been telling the truth as he knew it:

He said he had been one of the first low-level commissars in the Soviet Union's Department of Socialist Agriculture (or whatever it was called). That he was sent to Ukraine before the engineered famine. That he and other similar low-level commissars were sent there to confiscate gigantic slave-labor plantations, liberate the slaves, and invest the money the plantation owners never would have in tractors, combine harvesters, fertilizers, and weedkillers. That the liberated slaves were given an equal vote in the running of the collective farm ("sovietized" meaning "state owned but worker managed"). That they were given a quota of how much food they had to turn over to the national government in exchange for the manufactured goods they (were supposed to have) received, and then told they could vote on how to distribute however much was left.

And he did not deny that it failed catastrophically. But he didn't blame "lack of incentives." He blamed a failure innate to revolutionary soviet communism, but not the one everybody else blames. He blamed a bug in the USSR's constitution.

According to Common Article 6, in order to prevent counter-revolutionaries from weaponizing the newspapers and the courts, no Communist Party member could be accused of misconduct, in the press or in the courts, until his or her case had been heard by the Party Disciplinary Committee; that only if they found probable cause, and revoked his or her party membership, could the accusation be printed or litigated or indicted. But the Party Disciplinary Committee was never adequately funded, and soon practically stopped hearing cases. He said that everybody "knew" they were taking bribes to not investigate cases, that he couldn't prove it himself (despite having in fact tried to denounce his superiors for corruption and theft), so he had no opinion one way or another.

But, he said, it was definitely true that almost as soon as the last shot was fired, with the ink not yet dry on the new constitution, upper-level commissars figured out that they could steal everything not nailed down, and pry lose anything that wasn't nailed down thoroughly enough, smuggle it to European mafia via Albania to be sold for a fraction of its worth, and park their share of the cash in numbered Swiss bank accounts. High- and mid-level Russian commissars, like Chinese Communist Party officials now and kleptocrats throughout third world history, had one foot out the door and were each setting aside millions' of dollars of embezzled wealth in places they could flee to if they were denounced or if the whole system failed.

So, yeah, he said, the collective farms failed, including his, and eventually so did all of the collectively-managed mines and factories. Not because "the workers were lazy," that accusation enraged him. He said bluntly that neither you nor he nor anybody you have ever met has worked so hard for even one day as his farmers did for months on end. Desperate people don't need profit motives. No, they knew there would be no food for them if they didn't hit their quotas despite almost every tractor they were promised, almost every gallon of fuel they were promised, almost every bag of seeds or fertilizer they were promised having disappeared before it got to them. He said they busted their asses, and most of them died, but it wasn't "socialist agriculture" that killed them, it was plain old non-ideological kleptocracy.

Oh, and the money the thieves stashed away in Switzerland? Was money-laundered back into the Russian Federation the first time there was a hiccup in its economy, to buy out the shares of all the newly created shareholder-owned (formerly state-owned) factories and mines. Those kleptocrats founded the Russian mafia, that was how they became the original "oligarchs."

He said that it wasn't "socialism" that destroyed the USSR. It was a two-tier justice system. It was kleptocracy, money laundering, organized crime. It was impunity.

Nobody else but me seems to have heard his side of the story, or remembered it. But it's so close to what Sandra Newman wrote, when she wanted to explain Julia Worthing's attitudes by making her a survivor of a manufactured famine in rural northern England, just a couple of years after the revolution, that I wonder if Newman came up with it herself, or if there's at least one other person out there who heard the same story I did. Either way, it was fascinating.

[okayto]

What To Do When The Service Desk is Empty: A Helpful Quiz

My dear library patrons,

I have noticed that many of you are filled with trepidation about ringing the bell beside the sign that says “ring bell for service.” I understand, it feels weird and maybe kinda rude to get attention with a bell like a nineteenth-century Englishman summoning a butler to appear out of the shadows who then murmurs “Very good, sir” when directed to replace Aunt Araminta’s decor with slightly smaller versions in the hopes that she will feel uncomfortable yet be unable to understand why and finally leave your house where she has been vacationing for six long weeks.

To that end, I have prepared this helpful quiz so you can determine whether pressing that button is really warranted!

1) Can you see someone behind the service desk? IF YES > talk to them. Say “hi” or “excuse me” if they haven’t noticed your presence IF NO > go to next question

2) Is there a sign that says something to the effect of “create a noise and someone will assist you”? IF YES > make noise as directed IF NO > look around for someone who looks like they know what’s going on. Ask people nearby if they know what’s going on. IF YES BUT MAKING THE NOISE INTIMIDATES YOU > go to next question

3) Will understanding the purpose of the noise make you feel better? IF YES > the reason you have been directed to make that specific noise is because the employees understand that for varied reasons, they cannot pay full attention to that desk right now. To make sure you are not standing around awkwardly wishing you weren’t standing around getting annoyed, they have developed a tool to alert an employee when you need help. Like a bell. If they hear the bell, they will think, “ah, I need to go to that desk.”. They are not paying attention to people standing in front of the desk otherwise. They might not even see you. They want you to make the noise if you need assistance. It is not rude. IF NO > sometimes we have to do things that we don’t like, sorry. Please rest assured that I assume, upon hearing the bell, that someone wants to check out dry-erase markers and do not associate you with Lady Featherstonehaugh’s haughty command for the maids to clean up the disappointing afternoon tea because she found the scones too crumbly.

BONUS) Were you standing around because you somehow missed the sign that says “ring bell” and now you feel kinda silly? YES I FEEL SILLY > one time I walked around a small square store smaller than a Taco Bell, which had advertised a shawarma place inside, couldn’t see food anywhere and asked at the front counter, only to be pointed to the back left corner that I had directly faced at least twice as I walked the aisles looking for food. There was a counter and a big menu on the wall. I came within 10 feet of it. I did not see it. It was not hidden. I died inside, but more importantly, I bought shawarma and it was delicious and now I know for next time. 

NO I DO NOT FEEL SILLY BECAUSE I KNOW THAT TO ERR IS HUMAN AND THIS IS A PRETTY MINOR THING PLUS I WILL KNOW TO LOOK FOR A SIGN NEXT TIME I AM IN A SIMILAR SITUATION > good job

[it-one-line-at-a-time]

Which character from the losers club do you relate to the most?

This silly online quiz I found says

and I'm genuinely honoured, but honestly, I'm not so sure. The only real characteristic I share with Bill is that I would kill to be a professional writer like him. (Let me know if y'all want an AO3 link...?) I am definitely not full to the brim with determination like he is, and I definitely didn't lose my younger brother to 'the horrors' of my hometown (lmao).

The only one of the Losers who I've genuinely stopped and said to myself, "Oh, my God, am I _____-coded?" is actually Eddie. Not only are we both super gay, but there are other things - he and I both have an unusual affinity for fanny packs (technically they're "bUm-BaGs" here in England but that's nowhere near as funny), and one of the biggest things comes from how he deals with Pennywise. I'm a pussy, I am willing to admit it, and the occasional hesitance and fear that we see in Eddie is something that I can definitely see myself doing if I were in his position.

For you ease of access, dear user fluffylixie, here's a condensed list of similarities between me and this damn guy:

Gay as hell

FANNY PACKS <333333333

Pussies (as an adjective, not in terms of ownership)

Foul-mouthed as all fuck

Not as tall as our best friends but refuse to acknowledge it

Big big loser energy (not even in the Loser™️ sense; just being fuckin' losers, y'know)

Constantly, constantly bickering with our best friends

Always wishing for more freedom from being trapped in the house

First job being in food (more of a headcanon; Eddie definitely worked in a café or restaurant as his first job, argue with the wall)

AWFUL at maths (again, more of a personal headcanon)

Questionable fashion sense

Fear of awful disease, e.g. cancer

Use wayyy too much hand sanitiser and suffer with awfully dry skin as a consequence (might as well be canon to be honest)

Talk extremely fast and borderline incoherently when discussing an interest or something we're passionate about

HAND GESTURES!!

To be honest I see parts of every single Loser in me, but I think a lot of that is probably because I have a habit of picking up certain characteristics from my favourite characters (damn you, autism!). Anyway, if you were looking for a one-word answer, it's Eddie. I just think he's neat.

[nothing0fnothing]

Hi!

I read your posts religiously girl i relate

as someone who also has an abusive mom who wouldn't let her care for curly hair, could I ask for hair care tips?

with me the issue is that she thinks it looks bad so she doesn't want me to have curly hair. she has curly hair too but she oiled it so much and combed it so weirdly that it became straight. god knows how she managed to do that. i'm going to college soon though so she can't stop me.

you don't have to answer this if you don't want to. i know it's not the usual thing you post.

Yes oh my god thank you for asking this curly hair is my special interest and I love talking about it.

So, step 1 is to figure out what your curl and hair type is. It goes on a scale from 1a to 4c and low to high porosity. You can easily research to figure out what your hair and curl type are and from there you can figure out what types of products you need to use.

So all curly hair care needs 5 different products.

1. Shampoo.

2. Conditioner.

3. Leave in conditioner.

4. Styling product.

5. Holding product.

Wash your hair 1 or 2 times a week unless you have time to do a 2 hour styling routine every day. Never dry brush, only detangle when your hair is wet with conditioner in it. Style your hair when it's dripping wet, curls love water.

I have a product thats a hair mask/conditioner and leave in all in one. I've also seen stylers that double as hold products so read labels and figure out what you need.

There are other things you can get too, like clarifying shampoo, co wash, pre shampoo treatments, protein treatments, hair oils, diffusers ect. Start with your 5 products and build your way out based on what you think your hair needs. You can get everything you need in the curly hair section. Look for ones that are silicone and paraben free because those are ingredients that make your hair look good in the short term but will stretch out your curls and create frizz in the long term.

Go on YouTube or Tiktok and find hair influencers who have a similar hair type to yours. Watch them, see what products work for them, try them out. Listen to black women, your hair is more similar to theirs than it is anyone else's and black women have been running the curly hair community for decades.

I will say good curly hair care is more expensive than straight hair care but it doesn't need to break the bank. Cantu is a good, healthy hair brand that makes a full line of products that are affordable and actually amazing. Garnier has a product called Hair Food that I use as a cowash, hair mask, conditioner and leave in, it's so cheap but it's so good I buy it in bulk.

The last thing to know is that curly hair is a journey. A "big chop" is an easy reset, but you can get beautiful curly hair without one. You will notice your hair feels healthier before it starts to look good. You'll be figuring stuff out and your hair will be transitioning. You might be dealing with frizz, limp strands, multiple curl patterns. It can be tough but the result is so worth it if you just persevere. Find a curly community. There's one here on tumblr, there's also curly hair communities on Reddit and YouTube.

Enjoy your hair 💕