#its in like a 3 inch pot tho

[guinevereslancelot]

just ordered some suspiciously cheap plants <3

[loverboy-cc]

@avocado-writing’s tav + Charlie enjoying some birthday soup bc it’s their birthday today and mine is in 5 days so!! Soup!! (My actual birthday soup recipe is under the cut)

Birthday soup

Don’t forget to get silly w it. That’s like, required. It’s your BIRTHDAY (or someone else’s birthday) you deserve to get silly.

I stole this from my mom btw, also make sure you know the difference between a herb and a spice.

Oh yeah also it includes soup dumplings.

Kitchen items:

Big pot w a lid

Cutting board

Knife

Ingredients:

2 tbls Butter

1pkg Stew beef (or chicken hearts, that’s the original ingredient I just don’t like em)

2 medium onions, one diced, one quartered (keep separate)

1 whole head of garlic, minced (jarlic works very well here)

3 cups of stock (beef if you use beef, veggie if you use chicken, do not use chicken stock it fucks up the taste)

3 medium carrots, chopped

2 medium potatos, chopped

1 celery stick, chopped

1/4 head of cabbage, chopped (optional, I just like cabbage an unreasonable amount)

1 whole package of frozen spinach, defrosted (do this in a bowl this shit is WET also keep the water)

Can of green beans (you could probably use fresh, I don’t like fresh tho so, idk)

Can of diced tomatoes

Rosemary

Thyme

Fennel

Mustard seed

Celery seed

Sprinkle of Cloves (ground)

Sprinkle of Nutmeg

5% Vinegar or lemon juice (or your favourite other edible acid, tomato juice would in theory work, lime juice is mid.)

Salt + pepper

1 tbls Paprika

Steps:

Butter in that pot, medium

Spices, add em, leave ‘em until they smell good, it won’t be long.

Beef and a splash of your acid in that pot, cook until 1/4 done

Carrot and celery in that pot, get em hot but don’t cook em too long.

Diced onion, spinach, and paprika + salt n pepper to taste in that pot, med-low

Stir, cover, leave it alone for 5ish minutes

Uncover, add garlic to that pot, cook until it smells like garlic

Stock + the canned bean and frozen spinach water, add it.

Canned tomato, add it.

Potato, add it.

Cabbage, add it.

All them herbs, add em to taste (I use roughly a tablespoon each of em dried, but I like my shit strong.)

Bring it to boil on high

Let that bitch simmer, you may need to periodically add water if he’s goin too hard. (START MAKING THOSE SOUP DUMPLINGS RN IF YOURE DOING THAT)

When the potato is 1/2 done that quartered onion (and the dumplings)

Finish the potato.

Bam. Soup. I like it more cold, but it is intended to be eaten hot.

Soup dumplings

I stole this from my roommate and add em to most soups tbh

Kitchen items:

Bowl,

Wood spoon,

Your Hands,

You could probably do this in a stand mixer but I don’t have one of those so, you’re on your own man.

Ingredients:

2 cups Flour

Water, hot as you can handle touching, volume required varies,

Salt

Pepper

Onion powder

Garlic powder

Whatever fresh herbs you like (dried don’t work here unless they’re ground absolutely tiny)

1 tbls of your favourite liquid fat (I use olive oil, canola and sunflower also work for sure)

Steps:

Flour, into the bowl

Seasonings, into the bowl

Mix well.

Add the fat

Slowly add water, mixing often until you get a slightly sticky ball.

Knead for a bit, I don’t really know how to describe the texture bc I’ve been making bread since I was a kid (and this is just a yeastless bread dough) but its finished when it stops really sticking to your hands (it’ll be tacky, not sticky)

Divide into 1 inch balls

Drop into the soup roughly 30 minutes before it’s finished.

Serve in the soup

Congrats, soup balls.

[flockofdoves]

oh btw it turned out really good :) probably one of the best japanese curries ive made before which was surprising bc i thought i was a little bit of a s&b golden curry hater (like its good but ime a bit waxy and bland and not as good as java curry) and like yeah it was still not spicy at all despite getting the hot version but it actually made a really good base with what i did this time

using the box recipe as a base

i made a half recipe based off of my experiences last time (a full wouldve been really nice for more leftovers though.. maybe next time i'll just use a whole second pan to cook more onions lol)

had like a pound of chicken thigh and drumstick that i really poorly butchered with my shitty paring knife. but even after cutting the meat into chunks i put in the bones and skin separately for extra flavor

used a bit over a pound of onions

3/5 of it i tried to soften and lightly brown on the way to caramelization but not really there (did not have the time but wanted some of the depth and richness of it). this also was in unsalted butter instead of vegetable oil like i did for the rest of everything, and despite it not being directly intended, i think the butter ended up adding to the richness of the final dish too

2/5 after taking those other ones out of the pot (til later when i put in the water) i just made translucent for more texture and a different type of flavor

had a weird issue though where even though i was really careful not to crowd the pot they kept steaming so much and released a looottt of water that i literally had to empty so then i could brown the chicken and other vegetables??? like i know that the high walls of pots can contribute to that sometimes but it happened to such an absurd extent it didnt feel like it was entirely that. idk. blaming that theyre old onions i wanted to use up that i just got from my job closing for the summer instead of my normal onions (both yellow onions tho idk)

while cooking the translucent onions i also put in like 3/4 an inch of minced ginger

then i browned the chicken

then put in like 12 oz of yukon gold potatoes (so like a bit more than the full recipe despite making half)

i also put in the full recipes amount of carrots

after simmering in water and putting in the curry blocks i put in frozen peas (any wouldve been good but specifically rn i have those smaller firmer sweeter ones which worked well for it)

then i adjusted the flavor by putting in some ketchup, a bit of applesauce, a bit of worcestershire sauce, a tiny bit of msg, a bit of white pepper, and some shichimi togarashi

it turned out really tasty imo!!! i guess maybe i couldve put a bit more meat but like flavor wise the amount of meat worked, it more was just about my want for more protein in it. while i think boiling the chicken bones and skin in it added to the richness maybe a good option to keep that element while also having a recipe that felt like it could handle more meat would be to make it with beef instead and just have half the water be homemade chicken stock

so grateful last year i was so good with keeping notes after making new recipes and tagging it on my blog..

im making japanese curry for the first time in a while and was looking at the box recipe like. no.... surely this recipe cant be right how are there 2 whole pounds of onions in here and only 2 small potatoes...

and like i know this exact experience has happened to me multiple times in life but i could not at all remember my conclusions

but checked my blog and apparently 2 lbs is perfect flavor and texture wise but it was just so fucking hard to brown anything and everything steamed bc there were way too many. and yeah there werent enough potatoes though. and in my post i made my exact recommendations for next time of doing a half recipe so i can actually fit cooking the onions and adding more potatoes. thank you so much me from last summer. gotta get back to doing that again its so helpful

[moodycarcass]

Isopog (Armadillidium vulgare)

They r collectively named catfood bc they r in a cat treat canister :^)

[peterparkersnose]

Pink Bra Strap

(pt. 3)

word count: 1.8k

warnings: horrible 2004 pop culture references, sexual harrasment, assault, intimidation

a/n i went feral writing this. i hope you guys go feral reading it. thank you to the commenter on the previous chapter who reccomended a prom themed chapter. most likely not writing a part 4. i was stupid and used all the klitz prom gifs for the other fics. its cool tho. thank you guys for all the love on the klitztent!

summary y/n and klitz go to prom

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part 2 part 1

Prom Season. Every girl’s favorite time of year, right? Wrong. Making sure the dress is perfect, scheduling hair, makeup, nail appointments. Finding a date. It’s all so stressful. 

You had heard around that your ex-boyfriend, Ryan, wanted to ask you to prom. The thing about Ryan is that he just isn’t your type- anymore. You and Ryan were on again off again since Freshman year, but you finally called it quits when you found him fucking Amanda Langley in his car eight months ago. The only date you had in mind would cause you to die socially- but be freed in your own wants. 

***

You sighed and rolled over on Klitz’s bed. You snapped your phone shut, throwing it next to your head. Klitz looked up from his book. 

“Why do you have so many holes in your ceiling?” you asked him, counting the tiny marks. 

“I used to have posters up there,” he said, returning to his book. “What kind of posters?” you asked, swirling your glue on nail lightly on his sock. His foot jolted back. “Stuff I’d cut out from playboys I used to steal from my neighbors,” Klitz sighed, putting down his book. “Why’d you take them down?” you asked, sitting up to meet Klitz’s gaze. “I have no reason for them anymore,” he blushed. “And why’s that?” you smirked, brushing your hand on his knee. “I have my own, personal, bunny.” 

You let out a soft breathe of air as a laugh, and kissed Klitz. He tasted like beef jerky and pepsi. You giggled to yourself. “Mom make pot roast for lunch?” you asked him, leaning your head on his beant knee. “How’d you know?” he asked. You were about to make a snarky comment when your ringtone went off. Klitz rolled his eyes as you reached for it. 

“Hello?” “Hey, babe.” 

You rolled your eyes. Ryan. 

“Hey Ryan, what’s up.” you asked in a monotone voice. “Look outside.” he said. You could sense the pride in his voice. “I’m not home right now.” you sighed. Klitz began to needily pull at your arm, pulling you closer to him. You giggled. 

“What was that?” Ryan said. You could feel the anger rising in his voice. “Uhh, nothing. I’m at Jessica’s.” you lied. Klitz started to pull at the waist of your jeans. You slapped his hand away.

“When are you going to be home?” Ryan asked. “Never,” Klitz yelled from the background. “Shut up.” you muttered to Klitz, holding your hand over the speaker of the phone. 

“I-I’m not sure Ryan. What do you want?” you asked, now annoyed. Klitz kissed at your bare shoulder, making you lean your head into his in effort to detach his lips. “I’m asking you to prom, shawty.” 

You internally cringed at the shawty.

“Oh- uh prom?” you said loudly. Klitz stopped forming the hickey on your shoulder and perked up. “I dunno. I’m sorry Ryan, I’ll have to get back to you on that-” you said, but Klitz grabbed your waist and pulled you close. “Really not a great time right now I’m sorry,” you said quickly, with Klitz’s hand inching up your forearm to grab your phone. You hung up.

“Do you know how to behave?” you questioned Klitz, sliding into his embrace. “No. I do not. Teach me a lesson,” he seductively said, moving so you could lay next to him with his arm around you. “Pervert,” you joked, taking his hand in yours. 

“He asked you to prom?” Klitz asked. He didn’t want you to feel obligated to take him to prom. He was still thanking the gods who blessed him with just an ounce of your attention. He didn’t want to ask too much of you. “Yeah.” you sighed. “You don’t have to go with me. I know,” he sighed. You turned to look up at his beautiful green eyes. “Klitz, I want to take you. More than anything. But Jessica got me elected on prom court and-” “I understand,” he smiled, cutting you off. You could tell he was hurt, but he was too nice to let you know. 

“I wish it could be different. Another way,” you sighed. 

“I’ll be there though. With Eli. Maybe Matt. Just incase you want a quickie in the bathroom.” Klitz said. You could feel the hurt undertones in his joking manner. “Klitz that’s not what-” “I’m joking.” he said, managing out a small smile. 

“Text him, tell him you can go.” “Are you sure?” you asked, feeling like you were hurting the man you loved the most. “Yeah. Just don’t fuck him. I don’t want to catch some random shit off of him.” 

You playfully hit him in the arm and settled back down in his arms. You just knew the guilt would eat you alive. 

***

Your dress was blue. It was strapless, and had a gem waistline. The satin fabric was scrunched at the top, creating a ripple illusion. Your hair was done up in tight curls that were pinned up on your head. Your makeup consisted of blue eyeshadow, a foundation probably a color too dark for you, thick eyeliner and clumpy mascara. The epitome of 2004 prom fashion. 

You sighed as you watched Chad’s truck pull up in your driveway. Jessica leaped out, running for a hug. She looked almost identical, but her dress was pink.

“Oh my god! You look so hot,” she said, squealing with you in your driveway. Ryan leaned up against the truck, holding the corsage in his hand. 

“You look smokin.” he said, staring directly at your tits. You mentally rolled your eyes and thanked him. Your mother came out and took too many pictures to count. You just knew these would end up on your mantel in about a month. And it wasn’t with Klitz. 

Klitz sat in his car, waiting for Eli to come out of his house. Matt and Danielle were sitting in the back of his car, swooning over each other. Klitz tried to ignore the constant no your cuter, no your cuter staring around Eli’s neighborhood.

The thing about Eli’s neighborhood is that you were his neighbor. Well, across the street and two houses down. Klitz tried to just pay attention and watch Eli’s closed garage door, but Danielle ruined it. 

“Hey, isn’t that Y/N? Klitz?” she asked, turning around in the minivan. And there you were. Looking like a fucking princess, a princess Klitz couldn’t have. Klitz almost threw up when he saw your arm around Ryans. Jealousy filled him, but the sweet reminder you gave him the night before reminded him that you only wanted him. You only wanted Klitz. He repeated that in his head a few times and turned around. Eli finally came out of his house. 

“Bye mom! I’ll be home by 12!” he yelled, waving to his mother. “Y/N looks like a babe, dude.” Eli said, buckling into the car. “Can we just go?” Klitz complained, whipping the car out of Eli’s driveway and b-lining it for the school. 

***

Pre-prom was taking place in the parking lot. Parents cooking out, music, couples not-so-secretly making out in their car. Eli insisted coming early to get his free brat. 

Klitz was propped against his mini van. Eli was downing another hot dog next to him, relish almost spilling on his suit. “Look at her, man.” he sighed. You were sitting with Ryan in Chad’s open bed. “She looks fucking miserable,” Eli said, mouth full. 

Ryan was making a horrible attempt of talking to you. “How’s your mom?” “Looks like your tits got bigger from the last time I’ve seen ‘em” “You wanna get out of here?” “I brought a 10 pack if you want,” 

You turned down every single attempt at a conversation. You wanted your Klitzy. 

The crowd started to tune down as prom was due to start in about 10 minutes. Ryan was pestering you, trying to get you to ditch.

“The fuck is your problem tonight?” he finally cracked, slamming his hand next to your head on the truck. The loud bang would have been noticeable 20 minutes ago, but the commotion made it almost silent. Except to Klitz. When he heard a loud noise come from your direction, he immediately dipped from his group to go investigate. 

“Ryan, what are you doing?” you asked, scared. “You’ve been a little bitch all night. Am I not enough, huh?” he asked, pushing himself up on you against the truck. “Ryan stop!” you yelled, hitting him. His big physique towered over you, making your punches useless. “Your gonna be a good little bitch, you got that?” he said, gripping your arm tightly. You made a cry for help as Ryan’s attention was pulled away. 

“Let her go.”

You recognized that voice, you would recognize it anywhere. Oh, Klitz.

Ryan scoffed and moved away from you. “The fuck you gonna do about it, Klitz?” he asked, puffing up his chest. 

In one swift movement, Klitz moved his arm back and used every force in his body to come down on Ryan’s face. He stuttered back, releasing you from his grip. You ducked behind Klitz as he made the ultimate, nerdy move. 

Remember how Klitz is accident prone, right? He’s always prepared. He took his little bottle of spray neosporin out of his coat pocket and released the pin. All over Ryan’s face and in his eyes sprayed the disinfectant. 

You looked at Klitz in amazement, and watched Ryan fall to the concrete crying in pain. “I could fucking kiss you right now,” you breathed. “Then do it,”

Your hands floated to Klitz’s cheeks. He outstretched his hands, dropping the neosporin can and moving his cuffs down. His hands then carefully wrapped around your hair, kissing you more passionately than ever. 

“What the fuck!” Ryan cried, finally coming to his senses. 

“Run” you both yelled at the same time, leaving half blinded and bruised Ryan in the dust. Finally making it back to the doors, almost everyone was in prom already. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Klitz asked. You squeezed his hand. “1000%”

The gym doors opened dramatically. Everyone immediately looked at the two of you coming in. Your hands were wrapped tightly together. Klitz had your lipstick stained on his mouth. Eli’s mouth was gaped open, shocked at the sight. Jessica looked like she was going to pass out, holding onto Chad’s jacket. The girls on the cheerleading team giggled and gossiped about the two of you. The group of dateless nerds stared in shock. Klitz had done the unimaginable. 

The two of you didn’t care. You made your way to the dancefloor. 

Mr. Brightsides by The Killers was blaring. (so 2004 am i right?)

You felt so happy with him. More happy than you ever were with Ryan. You two joined the dancefloor and started laughing amongst yourselves about the response of everyone. Everyone just stared. You smirked, taking Klitz into your embrace once more. You kissed him in front of the whole school. 

The cheerleaders gasped, the nerds cheered. 

The night was good. 

Klitz totally got grinded on, btw. Blew his ever loving mind. 

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[bitebitesnap]

Ghost Pipe AU

Aight y'all here's this thing.

Weird format because it's literally cut and pasted from discord to a google doc then here lol

-yeets under the cut-

'okay so

you're a scientist studying a recent meteor shower; supposedly some of the rocks are fragments of a planet destroyed during a rogue planet crashing into it

among the wreckage, strange seeds are found. the consensus is to let them grow in a contained environment

the first plants grow, a unique alien green and vivid purple leaved..thing... doesn't look like any plant you know

so they remain in containment, growing along nicely

as they grow (rather quickly) you go home, you'd been there all day

to find your barn in a wreck

it's still standing, but, there;s some nasty holes in the roof about the size of an apple

nothing seems broken tho so, it's fine???

must have just been excess from the meteor shower or some trashy neighbors

days go by, the plants get bigger, about the height of your hips. they remain very still, disconcertingly so. no reactions to sunlight nor water, but they consume both normally

they remain completely stagnant no matter what and it's weird

also might smell just a bit too sweet for no particular reason

the leaves feel somewhat....fuzzy? sticky?? it's kind of like touching a rubber sticky hand but with little bitty bumps all over

they also snap closed like flytraps if you touch them, curling up towards the stems

still nothing, despite them taking a whole 3 days to reach what is assumed to be their maturity at hip height. you leave it at that, the studying will continue with or without you

at home things are....weird

things are not where you put them outside, pots are moved, for whatever reason it looks like the racoons got into the potting soil

you leave it at that, continuing the study regardless of the mess outside then it spreads further

things on your porch are moved, muddy marks smeared across the door the next day, 

.....there's a trail of dirt treaded through the entirety of the entryway/kitchen

and the tracks on the walls are almost in the shape of fingers

Police are called but they can't find anything. despite the dirt there are no discernible footprints nor fingerprints

it's written off as a stray animal

but you know that's not true]

how could an animal open a locked door

days pass, you're staying at a friends house, the study continues 

absolutely nothing of note, beyond the plant 'flowering' strange, tubelike bulbs shaped like dripping wax

you end up going back to your house, there's paperwork you forgot about that's important to the study

 .............the place is a wreck

dirt and mud is everywhere, spread across the walls and doors outside, clumps of wildflowers and grass tossed around wildly. the inside is, somehow, almost fine

if you didn't count the absolute trashing of everything you own being tossed to the floors in every room as if it had been ransacked

as far as they know, the odd human just up disappeared without reason. they...might have thrown a bit of a fit more Emmet than Ingo

of course you go to call the police again, but you stop dead there's a mirror in your bedroom, untouched remarkably, the wall opposite reflected perfectly it's a set of handprints, dark mud shaped around four, misshapen and clawed fingers ........something clatters outside a shadow zips across the window with pounding footsteps away from the house, off the porch and across the backyard its getting late, the sun is setting at just the right angle to cast the house's shadow over the lawn the shape disappears into the pitch black barn without a sound

you cross the backyard, giving chase 

someone was in your house, the police would not stop them 

the shotgun was old, but it did it's job well enough

the barn door is old and rusted, left open for far too long in too many storms 

it won't budge an inch as you nudge your way in 

...it's very dark in the twilight 

you pull out your flashlight 

....there's not much in the barn, just a few bales of excess hay and the old tractor your father left you, rusting away in the derelict place 

...the sunset beams in through the holes in the roof, casting a faint ethereal glow to the dust motes in the air

you move in closer, investigating 

.......something wriggles out of sight, against the far wall

you yell, but nobody answers 

it's quiet

 ..............the walls are old, wood rotting near the bottom 

mold might be growing on it, or maybe it was just mud

 ......the hay bales are mostly to the back, out of the way of work during the day, they line the furthest walls on both sides 

.....some of them have been knocked down, hay is scattered everywhere ......................something slides behind a cluster of bales, piled hastily and in a sloppy clump

the hay, though tall, didn't reach the back wall, just enough room to squeeze through

but you don't, you're not stupid

wisely, you go to leave

............wild flutters pull your eyes up, from above something zips across the rafters

the shotgun barrel gleams in the fading light, up against your shoulder tightly

the owl flutters away into the approaching night, flying out through the craters in the roof

...................you remember your studies, in the dark barn

how they lived, unmoving regardless of most stimuli, consuming both water and light yet not bothering to reach either when removed

.........they never got higher than your hips

..........................they are like trees in the barn, great leaves reaching up like hands 

there are two of them, attached like parasites to one another in a network of vine and root alike

neither of them breach the roof, even as their thin leaves reach out, purple glowing in the approaching darkness

they are attached to the walls, knotted into the beams seamlessly 

.........a slit stretched up through their trunks like a burst fruit, bioluminescence tainting the flesh a faint bluish/silver

......something clatters in the silent air at your back'

[jessica-writes22]

Ooh, there's actually a ton of stuff you can do with Lyssa's fire ability!

Can she put out fires? If so, where does the fire go (by this I mean does she simply disintegrate it or does she have to "transfer" it somewhere like a different location or even her own body)? Can she walk among flames unscathed by using her magic to make sure they don't touch her? Does she only use it for combat or for casual things too, like heating up a pot? Can she still use her ability if she and her surroundings are damp? Does her ability ever come out accidentally, like when she's shocked? What if, by some stroke of irony, she's the type of person to have constantly cold hands despite her fire powers? Can she control heat too or is it exclusively fire? Could she ever accidentally sneeze flames?

OMG, you are a literal angel!!!!!!!

Answers are under the cut :)))

1. Can she put out fires? If so, where does the fire go

Yes, she can. So she absorbs the fire into her body and can store it for future use, or break it down and use its different components. One limitation to this is that there is a limit to how much she can absorb and if she absorbs too much it overloads her system and she can pass out.

2. Can she walk among flames unscathed by using her magic to make sure they don't touch her?

She can!!! So because of her ability to manipulate fire, it's unable to harm her (her body is immune to it), but she isn't immune to the byproducts, such as smoke.

3. Does she only use it for combat or for casual things too, like heating up a pot?

She uses it for mostly combat, but sometimes casual things like heat. For example, at one point she and Kian are trapped somewhere and its freezing so she surrounds her body in flames for heat (she makes sure the flames won't harm Kian tho because not only is she able to control how hot they are she can control who they burn)

4. Can she still use her ability if she and her surroundings are damp?

Yes but it's a bit more difficult. To create flames all she needs is oxygen, and depending on her emotions her power might grow (aka if she's angry her power grows), that's the same with manipulating fire if she's angry her powers grow. But if her surroundings are damp, it's harder to light things on fire so she just relies on creating fire herself and using it like that instead of setting things on fire and using those as wepons.

5. Does her ability ever come out accidentally, like when she's shocked?

Yes when shes really angry. Her magic is connected to her anger, so when her wrath shows her magic gets stronger so it tend to show by accident

Here is a scene where it happens :)

I slammed my fist onto the table, "I said. It’s nothing!" I stared him straight in the eyes. My voice was dead. I sighed and stood up and turned away from the table. I can’t fucking deal with him right now. Especially not today.  "What are you hiding?" He rose to his feet and walked after me, "what did you do?" I stopped walking and slammed the fire back that was threatening to emerge. My fist clenched and shook causing my nails to dig into my skin and draw blood. "Kian, stop talking!" Fraya grabbed his arm but he shook her hand off. "No. I want to know what she's hiding. Where is your scar from? What did you do?" He shot question after question at me. Each question hit my wall like a cannon until it broke. "SHUT THE HELL UP KIAN!" I screamed, whipping around. My eyes burned with tears and glowed fiery red. The flames lit up my hands and slowly started to grow with every step I took. "You want to know what I'm hiding! You want to know what I did! Just ask my father. Oh, that's right, he's dead.'' I drew closer to him, the flames getting bigger and bigger and started wrapping around me. "If he was here he would tell you how I killed her, how I hurt him, how I destroyed it, and how I became a FUCKING MONSTER!" I was inches away from him, fire was engulfing my arms and rage filled my face. I was losing control. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, Ash’s attempts to reach me and Frayas attempts to calm my emotions down. But it was no use. I snapped. The fire grew and everyone took a step back. The fire paused as it grew closer to Kian refusing to go any further. I couldn’t hurt him. No…It wouldn't hurt him.

6. Can she control heat too or is it exclusively fire?

She can control heat, and she can heat up her body to extream amounts which don'tharm her but id someone touches hur they might want to seak immediate medical attention.

Here is a scene where it happens:

"Lyssa please." His tired eyes pleaded with me to stay and listen to him. "Let go of me."  "Please let me explain. I-" My hand became scolding hot and he instantly let go. I walked quickly away from him and caught up to Fraya.

7. Could she ever accidentally sneeze flames?

No lol, but that would be pretty cool tho

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Wednesday 11 September 1839

3 ¼

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F61 ½° at 4 ¼ am much rain in the night and sandy road .:. 6 horse off at 5 6/.. at Kyrkstad at 6 55/.. I hot and much bit in the night

K- to Bolstad 14 w.

Njölbolstad 13 w.

Helsingfors 68 w.

St. P- 480 w.

the woman had not been able to get us any Swedish money .:. agreed that she should take a 10 Rubel bill and be answerable for 6r. for the horses and take 4 towards her own bill and I paid her (at the rate 40sk. rigs per rubel) for the 2 remaining rubels

7 eight sk. banco notes i.e. 1.5.4+0.2.8 given over – very civil good tempered looking woman – much pleased we were so satisfied – remembered Handbook and his friend very well – said they had given her a small bit of money which she kept for their sake – I happening to have my 3 silver ½ dollar banco silver pieces in my pocket gave her one of them (that has a hole thro’ it) and desired her to keep it for I should ask to see it again sometime – Better rooms and house at Keala [Kealanoja]  last night but better eating here – Rain again and off in the rain at 5 6/.. – I slept most of the way – all forest till 6 55/.. when fine and sunny, and stopt to change horses /4 again) at some distance from the station house (did not even see it) near a small cottage where the red square headed mile post is set up – I got out for a few minutes very usefully the village must be near the station house on our left – scattered farms and cottages about – a pretty opening – very pretty country – wide winding wooded hill enclosed valley – a bit of forest again (young wood) in about hour+ - but good road – sandy land – but the road hard gravel like an English park road about 12ft. wide as usual, but sometimes less nice country all along to Bolstad at 8 ½ - stopt again in the road so[me] distance (left) 200 or 300 yards from the station house – walked to it – to see the direction post – could not find one – poor place – I think we could not well sleep there – the people 2 or 3 men and a woman

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September Wednesday 11 at breakfast a little fish (apparently salted?) and boiled potatoes 2 rigs dollars a ton dearer here than at Stockholm – at last it was agreed that the woman should pay for our 4 horses from here 15 ½ w. to Everby [Ofverby] = 3.72 and the young man (her son?) gave me two 20kop. notes + one 75 kop. + two two-kop. copy pieces + two ½ sk. banco pieces for 4kop. = 5 Rubel – 5 kop. no wonder Handbook complained of their accommodation for the night – that is not the place to stop at – all Finnish commerce with Stockholm .:. all their money payments among themselves are in Swedish money but they are obliged to pay the taxe for posting in Russian money .:. are obliged to receive it for their horses – their wood (salmon) butter all goes to Stockholm but now they have the douane to pay = 2 rigs dollars per 60lbs. and being obliged to sell their butter at the Swedish price as they did before without duty they of course now lose this – and so equally the whole of the duties paid by them to Sweden is now a loss to them – the village of Bolstad not apparently very near the station – nice country – off from B- at 9 2/.. and at 9 ½ pretty lake and unpainted cottages and hamlets dotted here and there – green basin valley and lake and rounded wooded hills – in about 10 minutes more or ¼ hour come down upon the water wood bridge and cross it at one end where it looks river like – very pretty hereabouts rock and wood and water and villages and farms or cottages – a good deal of wind which curly the water – corn cocks as yesterday but now 9 ¾ it is rye – steep pitch up from the bridge and sandy road – at 10 ¼ moss-rocky forest – uphill and our horses hardish passed – all along sandy – pretty country – very pretty drive – at 10 50/.. at next stage to Finns 12 ½ w.

Helsingfors 39 and St. P- 451 w.

Öfverby (pronounced Everby) – small unpainted house – but probably might sleep tho’ not good - but the woman a decent woman – off at 11 – cocks of corn out here – rye I think – very pretty – rocky wooded hills and scattered unpainted little cottages and so red – the village of Ofverby (its neat little church at the foot of the hill just beyond the station) seems

September Wednesday 11 seems widely scattered in patches – winding pretty valley – round hilly and rather sandy – in ¼ hour (11 ¼) foresty again – several of the bare rocks today very white – all granite

the Fins a stupid looking people – here and there a red house but the red seems to bespeak a certain degree of [afflict] – the being better off than common – and here as in N. and S- the [?] (contamine) is growing as a weed among the rocks – we have not seen it as weed elsewhere because the land kept too clean – no weeds seen – now at 11 50/.. another wooded pretty lake right – and A- and I have just had a little of our Keala [Kealanoja] coq du bois that we brought away in paper – very good – many hamlets scattered about today – the country today seems more populous than yesterday? – at Finns at 12 13/..  

to Grahn 14 ½ w.

Helsingfors 26 ½ w.

St. P- 438 ½ w.

might sleep but not perhaps good place for it tho’ the civil woman came to say she could change a 5 Rubel note

nice open country about here wooded in the distance – 2 or 3 cottages near the station house – and large village or two of unpainted houses little distance (left) – rather pitchy last stage and at = off at 12 34/.. from Finns out with a steepitsh pitch from here and then pass thro’ a few houses and over 3 [?] bridges the unpainted cottages very picturesque dotted all round about interspersed  with patches of fir wood and wooded hill and well cultivated vale – now at 12 ¾ a little sun forest light – little pretty vale just below us right green rye and corn in cock (probably rye) not much oats grown in Finland? cottages or barns dotted up and down – fine foresty peopled drive this stage at 1 ¼ unpainted village in the widish basin vale little distance left of road and good yellow house and one or 2 red houses near – all looks well hereabouts – and slow at 1 20/.. descending and at the bottom of hill another pretty little lake near (left) – the openings and rounded dark pine wooded hills very picturesque – much mammelonné [mamelonné] rocky hill and bare and moss covered rock and boulder in our forest and sandy road now at 1 1/2 – here and everywhere much more Scotch fir than Spruce – this forest now at 1 ¾ the best as to size of trees (but none large) we have passed thro’ -

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September Wednesday 11 in Finland – it opens out and we stop at Grahn at 1 57/.. nice little single house on a little [eminence], looking dry and comfortable – I should suppose one might sleep there as well as at Nyby or better? – the wide valley on plain studded with houses, farms, barns – the proportion of red increasing as if to denote our approach to the capital Helsingfors 12w. distance – large [?] beautiful lengthy finely wooded wooded island lake right sweeping along the wide valley – road hilly but tho’ rather sandy, good – forest covered rock alongside (left) – have written, or rubbed out pencilling, or read Handbook (article St. Petersburg) all this morning except added up the whole but 1 or 2 pp. of the Swedish account – since leaving Götheborg [Gothenburg] It seems (vide p. 174. 2nd vol.) that our pastor on board the steamer was M. Edouard de Moralt minster of the reformed church at St. P- and ‘the learned editor of an edition of Minuties’ Felix’ – probably Handbook knows him and sent him his book en cadeau? now at 2 20/.. road very sandy in the forest – at 2 40/.. gentleman’s house right – very pretty – a company of soldiers pass us – forest and break – very pretty – at 2 ¾ pass (close) broad shallow lake – at 2 55/.. Helsingfors church in sight – whitewashed like several other large neighbour buildings – church a fine object – fine looking town with its beautiful fjord – forest and break till now 2 55/.. that we emerge to bare Götheborg-like [Gothenburg] scantly wooded rocky hill – and gardens and houses marking our approach to the capital – at 3 at the water – beautiful view – cross good wood bridge – and at 3 ¼ at the Hotel du Nord – the fine dressed woman who came to us could do nothing – must wait for mademoiselle how should we stay – there was a room au 3me – I got tired of this work and drove off to the society’s house fronting the harbour – settled

September Wednesday 11 there very comfortably at 3 ½ - 2 nice rooms and lodging for the servants at 6 rubels a day – au 3me? but good – ordered dinner at 6 ½ and A- and I out at 4 10/.. – took John – to the botanic garden –

Stymphoricarpus [symphoricarpos] racemosus (snowberry bush) in flower

Vïburnum [Viburnum] Lentago a little like prunus padus but with broader leaf

V- dentatum (leaf something between the hazel and syringa leaf?)

Lonicera caprifolia [caprifolium] (as called by the gardener) the shrub I observed at Åbo with a little orange coloured berry, looking a [specie] of honeysuckle

Populus canescens (white abele)

P. cardifolia

Delphinium.  several specie large beautiful blue flower – a little in the style of aconite – have often seen it in a pot in the window in these northern parts

Lythrum, several specie pretty pink flower in spikes 6 or 8 inch long – narrow leaf – would be pretty (to give colour) at Shibden and hardy enough -  

Asclepias incarata [incarnata] (in flower – pinkish – pretty would do at Shibden)

Phlox several specie pretty little genus-pink and white – in flower like a smooth sweet William – 6 petal flower – the white very common in England gardens

Borago officinalis – pretty blue flower – 5 petals woolly stern and leaves – whatever will do well out of doors here, would do at Shibden – much wind today must be very cold, and exposed in winter – the garden garden divided into small compartments for the flowers, and sheltered by hedges the tall ones of lilac, and acacia, and Norway maple and the low ones of Spiraea calcifolia [salicifolia] – try this hedging plan at Shibden with along the middle a hedge of Spruce firs – or Sycamores? a very pretty hardy looking mespilus? or [?]? with clusters of hawthorn-like (but larger) red haws – Inquire for this –

In returning about 5 ¾ set John at liberty and A- and I sauntered into and about the handsome new not finished church – a Greek cross with 4 Corinthian porticos and pediments – then stood some while listening to the military band and came in at 6 ½ - dinner at 6 ¾ soup, mutton cutlets, sort of

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September Wednesday 11

sweet omlet, and afterwards a sort of roll pancaky thing for dessert – no mead now – too late in the season – had plenty in the summer - .:. had each 2 cups of coffee – then siding had Grotza – then wrote the last page till now 10pm. very fine day – a good deal of wind all day but this afternoon particularly, and particularly here – a very handsome town – fine day F61 ½° now at 10 ½ pm

[peachyy-pixxii]

🥟 23 kcal dumplings 🥟

okay so the recipe makes 12, pls ignore that they look like shitty maple leaf shaped balls. they’re actually rly good, they taste just like the bibigo chicken and cilantro mini dumplings i used to buy before i was vegetarian and between bouts. these are twice the size and just under twice the calories tho (25 kcal for 2 bibigo minis vs 23 for 1 homemade). whole recipe is 272, so they’re really about 22.67 kcal each

✨ingredients✨

• 12 wonton wrappers (i used wings brand bc it’s available at the grocery store by my house in the vegetarian section of produce/cool things) - 240 kcal

• 1/2 a green onion - 4 kcal

• 53g mushrooms - 12 kcal

• 1 clove garlic - 4 kcal

• 28g spinach - 7 kcal

• 1 tsp soy sauce - 5 kcal

• small handful of cilantro

• red pepper flakes

• pepper

• ginger powder

✨method✨

~slice your green onion and add it to a medium mixing bowl

~wash your mushrooms, then slice them. from the slices, cut it horizontally and then vertically so the pieces will fit in the wrappers. add these to the bowl too

~chop your clove of garlic finely and add it to the bowl

~weigh your spinach out and chop it, first one way and then the other so the pieces are smaller and will fit into the dumpling

~wilt your spinach pieces in a pan. i used a pot because i was making soup afterwards to go with the dumplings and didn’t want to use another dish

~add your spinach to the mixing bowl

~chop the cilantro so it will mix easily and be in each bite sized dumpling and add it to the bowl as well

~season your mixture with the soy sauce and enough of the other seasonings until it smells good. taste if you’re unsure. i’d advise against using salt in the filling as the soy sauce is already quite salty

~put some water in a small bowl, this will help make the edges of the dumpling wrappers sticky. if yours are square like mine are then this (probably unconventional) way of wrapping will probably work best

~take one wrapper in your hand. wet the edges of it. take a teaspoon and put about 3/4 of a teaspoon worth of filling in the centre. fold it on the diagonal so it is shaped like a triangle and seal it well so the filling doesn’t come out. wet the sealed sides on one face of the dumpling and pleat it about 3 times each side. set it on a plate and do the other 11 the same way

~when you have all 12 com-pleated (sorry i love bad jokes too much), it’s time to steam them. i don’t have anything that can steam things at home so what i did was take a large pan, put about a half inch of water in the bottom, and set a wire cooling rack in the middle of it. i folded a piece of aluminum foil (because i keep forgetting to buy parchment paper, that was my first choice) into a vague box shape and set the dumplings in once the water was boiling, 6 at a time, and covered the pan with its lid. it only took 5-7 minutes for each set of 6 to be cooked

these were really good with the soup, and they could be really good on their own too with some sriracha. i’m planning on making another dozen or two and keeping them in the freezer for work lunches

[loudlypanickinginvenezolano]

Animalistic, pt 2, but I tried editing it.

Something is really wrong, and Shadow is awfully aware of that...He just... cant say what... Besides Sonic. Something is crearly wrong with that hedgehog.

Mention of a snake, animals, dead animals, and injuries, I guess. I tried editing this chapter, but I am not sure wherever it is better or not. I still like it, tho...

It took him maybe 8 seconds of confused blinking to remember why was an overgrown python chilling on his bed, but once everything loaded and pierced itself together on his mind, Shadow finally managed to find on himself the will to get out of his cozy blankets and stand, carefully picking up his moody companion, and leave him into his tank, no matter how pissed off Kaa may look. “I am, Oh so sorry for disturbing your sleep, your majesty, but that is a no-no place for you to be and you know it.” He snorted, before blinking, because, wow, he really must be tired.

Barely awake enough to remember that yes, he needed to wear some kind of paw-wear that wasn’t just socks, he jogged down the steps, groggily searching around the house the reason he had arisen from his warm, and delicious, and maaaaybee self-indulging dream, but what the hell, it was all on his head, wasn’t it? And unless it was the dream police he fucking wasn’t feeling sorry for his fantasies.

Anyway.

He was sure he had heard something…

“Well, hello there, little mister.” He cooed, picking up Baloo from where the baby bear had wandered, chucking lowly at the dispirited face of the now busted cub. Scrooge was close to the door, looking warily and keeping guard as Mowgly was being his dumb self in the middle of the living room, roaming around and pawing at everything that gained his attention, not a bit undeterred by Shadow appearance. If Something, it seemed like he was even more energetic than before, happily running to him and trying to play with the large ears and little horns of his slippers.

While Mowgly and Baloo had warmed incredibly quickly to Shadow and the secure room he had made for them during this first 2 days, Scrooge was reserved, to not be insulting, and didn’t like so much wherever Shadow came closer, pawing away his hands, sneezing or growling until she decided she wanted food. She was….a moody motherfucker, there really wasn’t a round way about it.

That was why he was certain that Ebeneeza Scrooge was a perfect name.

Though ¨¨Scary little bitch¨¨ wasn’t so far off the mark, either. It was just too long, and Scalibi was taken.

She was the real reason he feared to be stabbed during his sleep...

So far, everything normal, Right?

A calm, fresh night, or as calm as they get when you are Shadow the hedgehog and you are taking care of the very thing you may or may not have a phobia for.

Now, Can somebody explain him what the fuck happened to that “normal” he just had? Because shit, he couldn’t find it anymore and he wanted it back. For yesterday.

It all started when not so long after he ushered the bears back to where they were sleeping, his back door started being scratched on, which wasn’t such a normal occurrence and really, Shadow should have realized since that moment that something was off.

He wasn’t sure what kind of otherworldly being possessed him in that instant, but je made the mistake of opening the door without checking properly, and really, what was he? A rookie or something?

What was he thinking?!

Immediately, 12 raccoons ran in, closely followed by what he was certain were at least 18 bunnies. And then, while he had been busy gaping like a dumbass, 9 giggling foxes squeezed past, as well as-- where those squirrels?

Yes, that definitely were 23 or something squirrels.

And a rat.

A big, fat as shit, and really ugly looking greyish-black rat.

Oh sir, what disgusting creation was that?

He closed the door and put the lock on it, leaning heavily on its surfaces and racking his brain while trying to decide wherever he had ingested something strange or not during the day, but nothing came. He could not find any coherent reason about why had these animals decided to invade his house like this.

Well…

They had come searching for refuge in the past, that was true, but it was because of storms or something of the like….

Oh. Maybe it was what all of this was about? But, he hadn’t heard any thunder, and there was no rain, nor wind picking up.

Come to think about it, it hadn’t rained in like 6 days.

He didn’t… he didn’t have time to this.

Just as he was doing his best at calming down what looked like a hurt raccoon having a panic attack, if that even makes sense, and was actually and surprisingly succeeding in doing so, all hell broke loose when the window of his living room broke in a splash of glass accompanied by a very manly screech, and 7 scared deer’s jumped into the house, cuts and stuck glass pieces making their blood come say hi. The rabbits went crazy, and the foxes started screeching and doing that weird pat-pat thing dogs do while happy, just that the foxes weren’t happy, and neither was Shadow.

He was sure the raccoon he was holding died of a heart attack for 4 agonizing seconds.

<<Same, buddy. >>

This was… this was bad.

Like really, really bad.

And of course, it just got worse when wolves jumped in, and the growling, or screaming in that fox’s case, started once again.

Was that fox… peeing in his floor!? OH SHIT IT WAS! IT PEED ALL OVER HIS BLACK STELLAR RUG!

It wasn’t even 8 pm, what the actual fucking shit?!

Shadow felt like screaming. He actually was going to scream like a bitch or a scared child he didn’t care anymore. He was done, oh shit.

Shadow breathed deeply, resisted the urge of biting his forearm or screeching like a banshee into his coffin like cushion, and exhaled, trying not to scare any of the already panicking animals around him, and to not succumb to his own panic in the middle of this disaster. He breathed once again.

He was better than this.

This…this was nothing compared to some of the things he had been through in the past.

This was fine. He totally wasn’t hyperventilating over such a thing.

Right. Cool head. Everything was going to be alright for as long as he didn’t succumb to his panic. It was easy. Totally.

Mh-hm…

Once he made sure the raccoon was actually breathing, he left it clung to his back as he made his way to his window, carefully stepping between the glass, rodents, and paws, as he had noticed that the smell of blood was thicker in that part after sniffing around.

Shadow wasn’t that surprised to see two heavily injured wolves in his front porch, panting as 3 young deers warily made their way over.

This was�� going to be a long night of no sleep, right?

Thank god he didn’t need to go to the G.U.N. headquarters or the FF central for the whole week. Were he to see their faces tomorrow, at least someone was bound to get a fucking punch in the mouth.

He was betting Silver.

Maybe Amy.

A while later, when he finished with the first wolf, he looked up to find Gumdrop looking back at him. Other 14 ravens and like 8 Macaws and who-has-the-time-to-count other birds he didn’t knew the name of were trying to sleep in the couch support, and there were frogs hiding under his chairs and couch, a few even jumping up to his small coffee table.

6 wild cats and their 9 cubs where chilling by the door, and it seemed the wolves, deer’s, and Foxes came to an understanding and were keeping to themselves, not moving an inch into the others space, and thanks heaven, having no discussions over territory, as he wasn’t sure about how would thing end if his unexpected visitors decided to break a brawl into his house in such a time.

Shadow wondered if he could offer the rat or whatever that thingwas to the wolves as a reward for not peeing, unlike others he was glaring to. He decided they were his favorites and it had totally nothing to do with how one of them decided that lying next to him was a wonderful idea… as well as licking his thigh with abandon [which on second though may be a way to express their anxiety and shouldn’t be so cute.]

Nothing to do with that overgrown puppy he was dying to pet. Not at all.

He wasn’t so stupid as to try and touch an actual wild wolf he had never come in contact before.

Convincing the deer´s to let him heal their injuries was tricky, nervous, scared, and certainly put off by Shadow himself and his med kit as they were, but he managed after a long while of murmuring softly, yummy treats, and petting. He noticed that some of the cuts were made by claws, thick, strange claws he remembered still, and not only by glass, as he had though initially.

It was a big “oh.” Moment. He…he really hadn’t thought about that. But, why would he, right? Shadow had been so sure that it was just a one-time incidence, an isolated occurrence, something that came across the place, and maybe left after, once everything was done. It had happened before…

The proof of how careless he had been, how innocent, if you may, how wrongin his believe was laying right in front him, like an accusing hand directly thrown in his face.

He had to manually re-start the heart of 4 cubs, two raccoons, 3 wolves, and 6 rabbits that night.

He found 5 quills into the fur of the animals that night.

They matched the one on his bedside table completely, no doubt they were from the same animal or the same kind, at least.

Shit.

Shit shit shit, shit.

He wanted to punch something so bad on his frustration. How had he been so naïve? How? He had fucked up big time, there wasn’t space for a doubt now. What was he going to do? How could he make up for this disgrace?

Shit.

Should he hunt?

Shadow… He really didn’t sleep that night, even though he knew he needed to. Attending wound after wound, getting bitten, scratched, throw off his paws, and even being thrown up on became a routine somewhere down the line, the fact that he was running out of pots to put clean water on, bandages and other necessities never out of his mind as more and more scared animals came to his door.

What was out there?

How could he sleep in a moment like that?

Had the animal’s sounds or injuries left him, the bone chilling howling he heard at 1 AM, and then later at 4 AM really gave no option. He would have woken up anyway, startled and panicking as much as the animals around him, and it would just have been a more difficult scenario to handle.

Even the wolves shuddered and searched for comfort, scared and intimidated by what they heard and saw, most likely.

It was better this way. Even if he felt a bit sluggish and rather tired, he could hold. He was trained for this, wasn’t he?

He just…wondered why he felt so affect about this. Almost… sick.

Once the time came, he went out to run like every day, undeterred, stepping into the thick foliage like usual. The sunlight barely made it to the ground, so everything was gloomy and humid still, not really reliable to walk around unless you knew the territory.

He found 4 strange dips into the earth, like the one he previously slipped on, and 1 wolf and 3 deer’s corpses.

One was destroyed, as if attacked in a fit of rage, and 2 of the deers were nothing but bones by now, munched on by this new creature he had not seen yet, and others scavengers of the zone. It had been clearly full by then, or at least coming closer to it, as the remaining one still had a lot on…Well.

Maybe saying “a lot” was being too generous. But there was some fur still attached. Fur he could use… maybe?

Ugh.

Shadow couldn’t help but compare his own bite to it.

The difference was jarring and unpleasant to find. His lethal fangs were small in comparison, and his claws were but a joke.

He knew it could also mean nothing. Even if the creature was big, Shadow could still take it on, and win.

It was okay.

He breathed out slowly.

Shadow went back home early that day, cutting his trip short, trying to stop feeling as if something was staring at him from the top of the trees, following his steps in such a quiet manner he couldn’t place from where he was being followed exactly.

Mocking, maybe, but intense.

He fed the bears, and did his best to help the animals inside eat something and lure them out.

A few looked scared, still. Wary. And Shadow, with a sinking emotion in his stomach, found he couldn’t blame them.

He wondered why he hadn’t stopped feeling sick.

[the-deeds-to-shibden]

Wednesday 11 September 1839

[Bugs bite Anne during the night, but she is happy with the innkeeper and gives her a memento, which she is to hold on to until the next time Anne visits, perhaps on the way back home (sigh). Although she and Ann clearly like the Finns, Anne is apparently not impressed by their physical appearance and makes a characteristically blunt remark in her notes. Munching on a takeaway bird, the Ann(e)s reach Helsinki, where they first visit the botanical garden, and Anne considers planting the various interesting flowers at Shibden when she returns (sigh). They visit the brand new cathedral, listen to music, and have another hearty dinner, although there is disappointingly no mead to be had.]

[up at] 3 1/4

[to bed at] 11

Fahrenheit 61 1/2 at 4 1/4 a.m. much rain in the night and sandy road therefore 6 horses

off at 5 6/” at Kyrkstad at 6 55/”                                            

Kyrkstad to Bolstad 14 w[erst]                                    

                   Mjölbolstad 13 w[erst]                              

Helsingfors 68 w[erst]                                                          

St. Petersburg 480 w[erst]                                      

I hot and much bit in the night – the woman had not been able to get us any small money therefore agreed that she should take a 10 Ruble bill and be answerable for 6 rubles for the horses and take 4 towards her own bill and I paid her (at the rate 40 skillings rigs per rubel) for the 2 remaining rubels 7 eight skilling Banco notes i.e. 1.5.4 + 0.2.8 given over – very civil good tempered looking woman much pleasured we were so satisfied –  remembered Handbook and his friend very well – said they had given her a small bit of money which she kept for their sake – I happening to have my 3 silver 1/2 dollar banco silver pieces in my pocket gave her one of them (that has a hole thro’ it) and desired her to keep it – for I should ask to see it  again some time – Better rooms and house at Keala last night but better eating here – Rain again and off in the rain at 5 6/” – I slept most of the way – all forest till 6 55/” when fine and sunny, and stopt to change horses (4 again) at some distance from the station house (did not even see it) near a small cottage where the red square headed mile post is set up – I got out for a few minutes very usefully the village must be near the station house on our left – scattered farms and cottages about – a pretty opening – very pretty country – wide winding wooded hill enclosed valley – a bit of forest again (young wood) – about hour+  – but good road – sandy land – but the road hard gravel like an English park road about 12 feet wide as usual, but sometimes less –  nice country all along to Bolstad at 8 1/2 – stopt again in the road some distance (left) 200 or 30 /sic/ yards from the station house – walked to it –  to see the direction post – could not find one – poor place – I think we could not well sleep there – the people 2 or 3 men and a woman at breakfast on little fish (apparently salted?) and boiled potatoes 2 rigs dollars a ton dearer here than at Stockholm – at last it was agreed that the woman should pay for our 4 horses from here 15 1/2  wersts to Everby = 3.72 and the young man (her son?) gave me two 20 kopek notes + one 75 kopek + two two-kopek copper pieces + two 1/2 skilling banco pieces for 4 kopeks = 5 Rubles – 5 kopeks no wonder Handbook complained of their accommodations for the night – this is not the place to stop at – all Finnish commerce with Stockholm therefore all their money payments among themselves are in Swedish money but they are obliged to pay the taxe for posting in Russian money therefore are obliged to receive it for their horses – their wood, salmon, butter all goes to Stockholm – but now they have the douane to pay = 2 rigs dollars per 60 lbs. pounds and being obliged to sell their butter at the Swedish price as they did before without duty they of course now lose this – and so equally the whole of the duties paid by them to Sweden is now a loss to them – the village of Bolstad not apparently very near the station – nice country –

off from Bolstad at 9 2/” and at 9 1/2  pretty lake and unpainted cottages and hamlets dotted here and there – green basin valley and lake and rounded wooded hills –  in about 10 minutes more or 1/4 hour come down upon the water and wood bridge and cross it at the near end where it looks river like – very pretty hereabouts rock and wood and water and villages and farms or cottages – a good deal of wind which curls the water corn cocks as yesterday but now 9 3/4 it is rye – steep pitch up from the bridge and sandy road – at 10 1/4 moss-rocky forest – uphill  and our horses hardish pressed – all along sandy – pretty country very pretty drive –

at 10 50/” at  Ӧfverby (pronounced Everby) –  next stage to Finns 12 1/2 wersts Helsingfors 39 and St. Petersburg 451 wersts small unpainted house – but probably might sleep tho’ not good –  but the woman a decent woman – off at 11 – cocks of corn out here – rye I think – very pretty – rocky wooded hills and scattered unpainted little cottages – some red – the village of Ofverby (its neat little church at the foot of the hill just beyond the station) seems seems /sic/ widely scattered in patches – winding pretty valley – round hilly –  and rather sandy – in 1/4 hour (11 1/4) foresty again – several of the bare rocks today very white – all granite –  the Fins a stupid looking people – here and there a red house but the red seems to bespeak an certain degree of affluence – the being better off than common – and here as in Norway and Sweden the Epilobium (contamine) is growing as a weed among the rocks – we have not seen it as weed elsewhere because the land kept too clean – no weeds seen –  now at 11 50/” another wooded pretty lake right – and Ann and I have just had a little of our Keala coq du bois that we brought away in paper – very good – many hamlets scattered about today – the country today seems more populous than yesterday? –

at Finns at 12 13/”

to Grahn 14 1/2 wersts Helsingfors 26 1/2 wersts    

St. Petersburg 438 1/2 wersts

might sleep but not perhaps good place for it tho’ the civil woman came to say she could change a 5 Ruble note nice open country about here wooded in the distance – 2 or 3 cottages near the station house – and large village or two of unpainted houses little distance (left) – rather pitchy last stage and sets off at 12 34/” from Finns out with a steepish pitch from here and then pass the unpainted cottages and over 3 wood bridges very picturesque dotted all round about interspersed with patches of fir wood and wooded hill and well cultivated dale – now at 12 3/4  a little sun – forest left little pretty valley just before us right green rye and corn in cock (probably rye) not much oats grown in Finland? cottages or barns dotted up and down – fine foresty peopled drive this stage –  at 1 1/4 unpainted village in the widish basin valley little distance left of road and good yellow house and one or 2 red houses near – all looks well hereabouts – and now at 1 20/”  descending and at the bottom of hill another pretty little lake near (left) –  the openings and rounded dark pine wooded hills very picturesque – much mammelonné rocky hill and bare and moss covered rock and boulder in our forest and sandy road now at 1 1/2 – here and  everywhere much more Scotch fir than spruce  – this forest now at 1 3/4  the best as to size of trees (but none large) we have passed thro’ – in Finland –

it opens out and we stop at Grahn at 1 57/” nice little single house on a little eminence, looking dry and comfortable – I should suppose one might sleep there as well as at Nyby or better? – the wide basin valley or plain studded with houses, farms, barns – the proportion of red increasing as if to denote our approach to the capital  Helsingfors 12 wersts distance – large indented beautiful lengthy finely wooded wooded islandy lake right sweeping along the wide valley – road hilly but tho’ rather sandy, good – forest covered rock alongside (left) –  have written, or rubbed out pencilling, or read Handbook (article Saint Petersburg) all this morning except adding up the whole but 1 or 2 pages of the Swedish account since leaving Götheborg –  It seems (vide page 174. 2nd column) that our pastor on board the steamer was Monsieur Edouard de Moralt minister of the reformed church at Saint Petersburg ‘and learned editor of an edition of Minutius Felix’ – probably Handbook knows him and sent him his book en cadeau? – now at 2 20/” road very sandy in the  forest – at 4 40/” gentleman’s house right – very pretty – a company of soldiers pass us – forest and break – very pretty – at 2 3/4  pass (close) broad shallow lake –

at 2 55/” Helsingfors church in sight – white washed like several other large neighbour buildings – church a fine object – fine looking town with its beautiful fjord – forest and break till now 2 55/” that we emerge to bare Götheborg-like scantily wooded rocky hill – and gardens and houses marking our approach to the capital – at 3 at the water – beautiful view – cross good wood bridge – and at 3 1/4 at the Hotel du nord – the fine dressed woman who came to us could do nothing – must wait for Mademoiselle how should we stay – there was a room au troisième – got tired of this work and drove off to the Society’s house fronting the harbour – settled  there very comfortably at 3 1/2 – 2 nice rooms and lodging for the servants at 6 rubels a day – au troisième? but good – ordered dinner at 6 1/2  and Ann and I out at 4 10/” – took John – to the botanic garden

Stymphoricarpus racemosus (snowberry bush) in flower

Viburnum Lentago a little like prunus padus but with broader leaf

Viburnum dentatum (leaf something between the hazel and syringa leaf?)

Lonicera caprifolia (as called by the gardener) the shrub I observed at Abo with a little orange coloured berry, looking like a species of honeysuckle

Populus canescens (white abele)

Populus cardifolia 

Delphinium. several species large beautiful blue flower – a little in the style of aconite – have often [?] seen it in in a pot in the window in these northern parts –

Lythrum, several species pretty pink flower in spokes 6 or 8 inches long – narrow leaf – would be pretty (to give colour) at Shibden and hardy enough –  

Asclepias incarata, in flower – pinkish – pretty would do at Shibden –  

Phlox, several species a pretty genus – pink and white – in flower like a smooth sweet William – 6 petal flower – the white very common in English gardens –  

Borago officinalis – pretty blue flower – 5 petals woolly stem and leaves – whatever will do well out of doors here, would do at Shibden –

much wind today must be very cold, and exposed in winter – the garden divided into small compartments for the flowers, and sheltered by hedges the tall ones of lilac, and acacia, and Norway maple, and the low ones of Spiraea calcifolia – try this hedges plan at Shibden with along the middle a hedge of spruce firs – or Sycamores? a very pretty hardy looking mespilus? or crataegus? with clusters of hawthorn-like (but larger) red haws – Inquire for this –  In returning about 5 3/4 set John at liberty and Ann and I sauntered into and about the handsome new, not finished church – a Greek cross, with 4 Corinthian porticos and pediments – then stood some while listening to the military band and came in at 6 1/2 – dinner at 6 3/4 soup, mutton cutlets, sort of sweet omlet, and afterwards a sort of roll pancaky thing for dessert – no mead now – too late in the season – had plenty in the summer – therefore had each 2 cups of coffee – then siding – had Grotza – then wrote the last page till now 10 p.m. very fine day – a good deal of wind all day but this afternoon particularly, and particularly here – a very handsome town – fine day Fahrenheit 61 1/2º now at 10 1/2 p.m.  

Anne’s marginal notes:

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the only log house we have slept in.

Nyby

good Inn

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Bolstad

Finnish commerce

observation on the Fins

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Mr. Moralt.

Helsingfors.

church

WYAS pages:    SH:7/ML/TR/13/0029    SH:7/ML/TR/13/0030      SH:7/ML/TR/13/0031        SH:7/ML/TR/13/0032

The Society House hotel in Helsinki (founded in 1833) where Anne and Ann stayed; the building is now the Helsinki City Hall:

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The newly-built and not quite finished Helsinki Cathedral in 1838, the way it would have still looked the following year when Anne and Ann visited:

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[kflirts]

demon next door;

word count: 3.1k

genre: smut

summary: wooyoung is your absolutely fuckable neighbor. he’s slightly less fuckable when he beats up your roomamate. still fuckable tho

notes: my friend cait dared me to write her a wooyoung smut, so i originally wrote this with her name but changed it to reader version to publish it. ye! also thats why mark is ur roommate bc she has Questionable Judgement.

It is not every day you meet a person who is just, so infuriatingly attractive.  Even less often is the occurrence that said person is the extremely shitty boy who lives 16C (aka next door) and likes to get check his mail without his shirt on. Not that it’s a problem, of course.  Actually, it’s kind of a problem, because at 2:23 in the morning you could think of things that you’d rather hear than people moaning on the other side of the wall.  You understand needing some attention every now and then, but this guy is literally fucking people loudly every night. Like, he takes Viagra religiously or something. It literally drives you insane because this dude just sounds like he knows what he’s doing. And it’s obviously impolite to eavesdrop but god, how good could he be to make every single partner make that much noise? Your roommate obviously found the noises less than hot. Mark Tuan wasn’t necessary the kind to let things like that go easily, apparently being disturbed every night was slightly irritating to him. Actually, Mark made sport out of banging against the wall in retaliation and laughing when he heard the boy and his partner yell in annoyance at the interruption. It seemed Mark and the guy just really didn’t get along.  This obviously sprouted a bit of an unspoken conflict between the two.

“Son of a bitch.” Mark walked in one day, slinging his bag on the floor, paper in hand. You looked up, eyebrow quirked.

“What’s wrong?”

“That fucking douchebag next door complained to the landlord about us.”

Your legs closed instinctively at the mention of your neighbor. You paused, thinking of what you possibly could have done that was worth doing to the landlord.

“About?” You continued your task of cleaning your tanks, hurrying before your fishes got tired of the bags they were in and decided to Finding Nemo that bitch. 

“He said our vape air was bothering him. Landlord says this is a smoking free complex and we have to stop.” Mark flopped on the couch across from you, shaking his head as if this was the worst news he’d ever heard.

“Well.” You sighed, shrugging. “Maybe it’s for the best. You nearly died trying to learn tricks earlier.”

“Oh, fuck you!” Mark’s lips tugged up into a smile. “Vaping is my passion.”

You chuckled, “You really should go out more, buddy.” 

Mark fell quiet, and you could tell he was mad.“One day I’m gonna beat that dude up, I swear.” 

Chuckling at the empty threat, you shook your head. “Try not to mess up either of your faces, eh?”

Mark lifted his head now, wiggling his eyebrows. “I’m gonna ignore the fact you’re dying to fuck the prick next door.”

“I do not!” You cried indignantly.  

You totally did.

“Yeah.. you do.” Mark laughed. 

“I don’t! I think he’s cute, is all.” 

Mark scoffs. “Whatever you do, don’t look into his eyes. He might steal your soul or something. He’s a demon”

You chuckled. “That’s offensive.”

“You’re right. It’s offensive to demons everywhere. I apologize.”

At this point, your tanks were both completely clean, so you went to fill them up with water, but not before saluting Mark with your middle finger.  Mark was an unimaginable pain in the ass, but a cool one. Like a big brother. Or a cousin. Something like that. Either way, no matter how much he insulted your taste in romantic partners, and how often he burned macaroni and cheese into your pot, at the end of the day, the big dummy was family. Nobody else would let you get drunk on soju at 2pm, honestly. 

From the bathroom, you heard Mark yell.

“Yo, how mad do you think Douchey Mcdreamyface would be if I stole his mail?”

“That is such a bad idea!” You call back, shaking your head. Idiot.

“You’re questioning my methods, ____!” 

“I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid!”

“What’s he gonna do, beat me up? He’s like 5′2. I’m so scared.” Mark teased, now in the door, watching you transfer your fish back into their tanks. You only laughed.

Spoiler alert: He totally beat him up.

“What in the fuck?” You sigh, standing in between Mark’s legs as you dabbed at the bruise on his face with alcohol. He had already gotten a long, drawn out lecture when he came in at 12am, severely busted up and blaming it on the boy next door. Now you were tending to his “wounds” as he sat on the kitchen table. “How could he have possibly hit you that hard? Like, what could he have done?”

“I grabbed his ass.” Mark replies flatly, causing you to freeze in horror. He stared at you blankly. “I’m joking, ___. It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“So not funny.” You shook your head, handing him a bag of frozen veggies to hold to the bruise on his cheekbone while you looked at the one on his jaw. You tsked. Such a pretty face to get fucked up. “I don’t get why every time you talk to him it has to end up in an argument?”

“Maybe because he’s a fucker who gets on my fucking nerves and he’s always fucking in his fucking squeaky fucking bed! Like, fuck! And he think’s he’s like Casanova or fucking Leonardo DiCaprio or Michael Jackson or something!” Mark responded. “His dick is like 3 inches, I swear.”

“I can tell that you think you’re funny.” You replied sympathetically, placing a Hello Kitty band-aid on his jaw. Mark winced, and you moved, patting his head affectionately before grabbing your phone and heading to the door.

It was time to talk to Mr. Dreamy Mcdouchey.

It would be a lie to say you weren’t a little excited to have a conversation with him. Preferably, under better circumstances, it wouldn’t be confronting him about beating up your roommate, but, you know. Baby steps. 

You knocked on the door of his apartment, once-overing yourself, making sure your hair wasn’t all over the place, as it tended to be at 1am in the morning.

You started a bit when the boy opened the door, eyes half shut, mouth flat and icepack to his deeply bruised shoulder. He had on a loose tank top, the kind you buy from Walmart for $3, and grey sweats. His hair was falling in his face, sticking to his forehead with sweat and water, and you assumed he was just coming from the shower.

“Didn’t you get my text Chaey-” He began to talk before looking at you. He stopped, his lips curving into a smile, the same smile a cheetah might have when it sees a baby gazelle without its mother. A preying smile, maybe. “Fuck. Hello.”

You blink, can’t helping but to but stare at how godly his cheekbones are when he smiles, how his eyes gleam with something different. Mark did not shit when he called him a demon. 

“Wooyoung.” He stretches out a veined hand, the one not holding the icepack to his shoulder. “And you’re _____.” 

You blink again, dumbfounded. “Yeah.” You shake your head, trying to clear your head. “Yeah. I’m ____. Sorry. I live in 14C.”

“You’re my lovely friend Mark’s roommate, I know. Please, come in.”

You nod, walking through the door into his apartment. It just smelled sensual, he was burning some kind of candle that smelled sexual. You gulped, realizing you were actually in his apartment. Now, if he would just be in you, everything would be great.

Wooyoung walked past you, slipped shuffling against the tile of his kitchen area, and he offered you a glass. 

“Thirsty?” He lifted an eyebrow, and it took everything in you not to say only for you.

“Mm, I could go for something, yeah.” You seated yourself on a chair in front of the island he stood behind.

“Grape juice?” He smiled.

“Something stronger, maybe?” You offered a smile back.

He smirked, leaning forward as he whispered, “Yeah, you do strike me as a soju kinda girl.” 

Something about the tone of his voice, or maybe it was the fact that he was closer to your face, made you shiver in your seat as he poured the liquid into your glass. You thankfully took it, bringing it to your lips. He watched you carefully as you swallowed, licking his lips when your eyes made contact. You, on the other hand, were trying not to choke and die. 

“So.” You said, once you put the glass down. “This isn’t a social call, sadly.”

“That’s a pity.” Wooyoung nodded, poking out his lip.

Your lips tugged into a smile, but you tried to stay professional. “I wanted to talk to you about you and Mark maybe.. I don’t know.. Settling this? Like a truce?”

“A truce?” Wooyoung tried to stop himself from laughing. “Well, aren’t you just a regular little peacekeeper.” 

“Well, it’s really for the best.. You’re both hurt right now, and I really don’t want to have to nurse Mark back into health every time you two have an argument..” Your fingers played with the rim of the glass, and you averted your eyes down, he was staring at you much harder than you would have preferred. He hummed, seeming to understand. He turned around to put his bottle back in the cabinet behind him, and then returned to stand in front of you, tilting his head as he stared in silence for a few moments.

“If you don’t mind me asking, are you and Mark a couple? Or does he just fuck you for recreation?”

You stared at him blankly, having absolutely no idea how to respond to him. You were mildly pissed, but also mildly dumbfounded. 

“We... We’re not? And he doesn’t?” You say, your voice more defensive than you’d intended. 

Wooyoung scoffs. “Surely, a pretty thing like you... He must not be able to keep his hands off of you, right?”

“What the... No? It’s not even like that. Mark’s like my brother!”

Another scoff. “Angel, let’s be truthful, yeah? You’re telling me you’ve not even thought of fucking him?”

To say you hadn’t, at first, would be a lie. But after learning how absolutely stupid Mark Tuan truly was, that ended pretty quickly. Not to say he wasn’t hot, but he just really, really wasn’t your type. 

“I’m sorry, what do these questions have to do with you ruining his face?” You ask, preparing to storm out.

Wooyoung tilts his head. “Didn’t Mark tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Oh... Angel.” Wooyoung chuckled, as if understanding everything now. “He hit me first, you know.” He leaned in closer. “I think I said something that might have pissed him off.”

You still didn’t understand, so you raised your eyebrows. 

“You see, I was under the impression that you and Mark were fuckie-fuckie. IT seems I was mistaken now, but, I think I might have said something to him around the lines of.. One day, he’d be hearing you screaming through the walls. Obviously, Mr. Tuan wasn’t Mclovin’ that.” 

To say you were both absolutely mortified and horribly turned on would be a gross understatement. 

“That is revolting.” You manage, throat dry. 

“That’s not what your face says, dollface.” He counters, and you stand up immediately, about to make your way out. He briskly blocks you in a few strides, his smile sickeningly innocent. 

“Move, Wooyoung.” You say steadily.

“Make me.” He smirks at you, his eyes just daring you to touch him. 

You never turn down a dare. God, you wanted him so badly, it was scary. Something about always being able to hear him, made you beyond curious. So you pushed him in his abdomen, and he got sent back a couple of steps. You raised your eyebrows.  

“Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.” He smiled happily, stepping forward again, this time closer than before. His hot breath fanned your face. “Wanna do that again?” He teased.

You wanted him. So, so badly you wanted him. “Don’t make me handle you, Wooyoung.”

“Oh, angel, you couldn’t handle me if I came with instructions.” With this he closed more space, his chest now brushing against yours. Your breathing hitched as you froze. His hands found their way to your hips, pulling you closer to him. His lips brushed your neck as he bent to it. “I’m gonna be honest with you.” He whispered. “You’d look so pretty when I eat you out.”

You shivered, not meaning to, but tilting your head back to allow him to tease your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut as you inhaled his scent. 

“Do you want me to do that?” Wooyoung asked, leaving a single kiss on your neck. You nodded. “I said, do you want me, ___?” 

“I do!” You whined back. He smiled at your words, taking your chin in his fingers. 

“Hey. Good girls respond the first time, okay?” He said softly. 

“Good thing I’m not a good girl and I do whatever the fuck I want.” You say smugly, your hand wandering under his shirt. He furrows his eyebrows together, grabbing your arm in a swift motion and pinning it to your side. 

“You do whatever you want, so long as it pleases me, do you understand?”

Something about how stupidly dominant he is made you want to comply, so you nodded. There would be another opportunity to act out, after all. He smirked, satisfied with this answer, and he wasted no time in ridding the both of you of your shirts. He bit his lip as he groped your tits, to the point you wondered if his past partners had never let him touch them. 

He teased your nipples above your bra and you whimpered slightly. 

“What? Does that feel good?” He breathed, his lips nearing yours, to nip your bottom lip. 

“Fuck. Yeah.” You nodded, and he quickly dragged you into his room, pushing you onto his bed. You crawled on your knees to the middle, slipping off your leggings and tossing them to the side. He crawled towards you, and you grinned. 

“Come here.” You breathed, and he obliged, of course. You crashed your lips onto his, and he quickly took control, slipping his tongue into your mouth. His hips grinded against your leg softly, and you were surprised he was already that wound up. You chuckled, sucking on his tongue softly, hands on either side of his face His skin was unnaturally soft and you sighed. He felt better than you’d imagined. 

“You taste so good.” Wooyoung mumbled at a point when he pulled away. “What does the rest of you taste like?”

“Stop being so seductive.” You whined, hands tangled in his hair. He was going to be the death of you.

“I’m just being myself, baby.” He brought his fingers to your open mouth. “Suck.” 

You could have screamed at the words, and quickly obeyed, sucking his digits softly. He takes this time to unhook your bra, groaning at the sight, and you chuckled around his fingers. His mouth teases your nipples, and you begin to whimper softly, the pool between your legs begging for attention. You plead with your eyes, and he notices, chuckling.

“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg, Princess.”

“I don’t beg.” You said indignantly. watching his every move as he teased right above the hem of your panties. He looked up at you, eyebrow raised, not being able to hold in his laugh. 

“Is that so?” He sat up and snapped your panties against your skin. You felt your insides twist up. “Yeah.”

“Aw, she’s playing bad girl, cute.” He leaned closer to your face. “Too bad I don’t go down on bad girls.”

You sighed, his fingered so close to you driving you insane. “Wooyoung, you have no idea how much I want you.“ 

He smirked, slowly sliding your panties down your legs. “Tell me, and say please,”

“Please. Wooyoung. Please touch me. If you don’t, I might cry.”

“Fucking hell, I’m going to ruin you.” He breathed, taking in the sight of you once he’d discarded of the undergarments..

“Please,” You repeated, running a hand through your hair as you motioned to your womanhood, urging him on. He lowered his head down, blowing in between your legs.

“Fuck.” You whined, biting down into your lip, and bucking your hips forwards. His hands rested on your thighs, as he positioned his mouth inbetween you. You were a whiny mess, aching for a touch from him.

“Jesus, ____. I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re moaning like a whore.” He looked at you, eyes deep and teasing.

You resisted the urge to say something snarky, knowing that would only make him take longer. He nodded at your silence before rubbing his index finger along your covered clit. His touch lingered. Your breath got caught in your throat. You whimpered, more than ready for whatever he had for you.

“So. Fucking. Pretty.” He kissed your heat between each word, his finger rubbing soft circles on your clit. All you could manage was a hum, nodding as he slipped a finger into you,  pumping softly. You see stars at his pace, and you whimper out his name. “Woo....Wooyoung.”  He smirks at your soft moans. “Shh, princess, we don’t want Tuan hearing us, now do we?”  You honestly felt way too fucking good to care. He added another finger into your heat, thumb still rolling against your clit. You felt tension grow in your stomach, and you had to scratch his arm to avoid from moaning when he added his tongue into the mix. He pressed it flat against you, and smirked. 

“Who’s fucking you this good?”

“You are...shit...” You moaned out your responses, his name tumbling out of your mouth over and over.

He hummed against you, adding pleasure to the waves he was sending up into your body, his pace quickened and all it took was him mumbling “Come for me, angel.” for you to come undone in his hands. He allowed you to shake and convulse, nonsense spilling out of your mouth, smiling at how absolutely fucked you looked. He rode your orgasm out, and didn’t stop, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace than before, and you begged loudly for him to stop, the overstimulation driving you insane, but he continued. “Again, princess.” He mumbled against your thigh, and come again you did. “Fuck.” You breathed out, trying to steady your breathing. “Do... you don’t think Mark heard me... do you?” Wooyoung grinned, abruptly adding a third finger and thrusting them in and out of you. This caused you to shriek loudly, which was drowned out by a long thump against the wall.

“Yeah, I’d say he did.” 

[n7punk]

i did too much reading on everything happening & petitions and now i literally cant see so im finally writing another garden update

its been a long time since i wrote one of these so a decent amount has changed in my garden! ive also taken full inventory of all my plants so ill list them and their changes/harvest below

ALSO ALSO ALSO i put this at the end because thats when i remembered it but this is so important! i got a lemon tree!! its about 2-3 feet tall and only cost like $40 which is astoundingly good for a tree of that size. its an improved meyer and it wasn’t organic but seeing as it will probably be 1-4 years before it bears fruit (i dont know its age, just going off size) i dont think that will matter too much. i put it in i think an 8 or 10 gallon pot on my back porch and i love it so much :’) i wanna get another each year until i have like 4 because i love lemons & would use them so much if i could afford it. anyway onto the rest of the post

jalenpeno: i have 4. 2 have peppers on them rn. I recently moved three of them to different parts of the garden because they clearly werent getting enough sun

haberno: i have 1, with 2 peppers on it. they’re fairly big but still green. they’ve been there awhile tho so im hoping to harvest soon

beans: 4 from seeds that have flowers (and one bean) and four from seedlings that we harvested beans from yesterday!

bell pepper: 1 that seems happy but isnt producing. likely isn’t getting enough light

shishito: 1 that i harvested 1 pepper from yesterday, and has another at about 2 inches with two very small ones as well.

hungarian hot wax: 1 that i harvested the single pepper from yesterday. i tried out slicing it and using it as a topping and enjoyed the heat but found the flavour lacking, so i won’t be replanting.

okra: 1 that seems fine but isn’t producing.

peas: 4 from seeds. one is dying already, the other three are fine but they were planted & grew to late to really produce.

chives: 5, one from seeds. SOMETHING keeps munching on them so i really need to get garden cages.

1 oregeno, that I’ll probably harvest from soon. its not getting taller but its really spreading out so i think it might be ready soon.

2 different sage. im letting them get big so i can harvest and dry entire stems.

2 thyme, that i need to research to see if its time to harvest yet

3 different variety of basil, some with flowers, that i just did a good amount of harvesting from yesterday and my mom made pesto with today! havent tried it yet tho

2 chamomile. the one in the shade was doing so much better i relocated the one out front to where one of my jalenpenos was and its already gotten bigger after just two days. need to look into harvesting those soon and seeing what i can make! im not a tea person but im trying to get into aroma stuff and essential oils for relaxation.

my tomato has some tiny tomatoes as well as flowers

the lemongrass has gotten BIG which is great but also its got the papercut kind of blades so its becoming a bit of a hazard. luckily its in the corner of my garden. i need to look into harvesting it soon.

2 cilantro, one we waited too long to harvest because it was doing poorly so it bolted. we harvested from both yesterday so hopefully it can recover but unknown rn. i have the cilantro tastes like establishmentism genes but my moms excited.

both zuchini died, but i hate zuchini so thats fine (they were my moms). we moved the jalenpenos to where they used to be.

1 scallop squash, 1 butternut squash, and 1 deli cata squash. theyve all flowers numerous times but only one ever got a baby squash, that then fell off the next day while watering. something tried to eat the deli cata the other day (GARDEN CAGES) and idk yet if its going to survive.

1 watermelon, that has grown a LOT and is getting quite the vine going. no production yet tho.

and my lavender, outside the garden but getting quite big! it had two of its three flower stems break but i taped them back together and they seemed to have recovered fine!

[conceitedxglory-blog]

Answer 21, Tag 21

Tagged by: @marigoldeneyes WOWOW I LOVE YOU BB THANK U

1. Nicknames: Poe, Poey, Poe-Go, Dweadski, Mon, Moni, and the list goes on. (Rule of thumb, if it starts with a “P” its my nickname). 

2. Zodiac Sign: Aries!

3. Height: 5′5″ Inches

4. Hogwarts 🏠: Ravenclaw! (one inch from Gryffindor tho)

5. Last Thing I googled: The spelling and general knowledge on halberdiers. I needed to know for a character I was working on. :3

6. Favourite Musicians: Oh lawd, okay. I love all kinds of music from Britney Spears to Ramstein, I also have a strong liking to classic rock; however, if I had to list some favorite bands and musicians I’d say: Disturbed, Kamelot, Nightwish, Breaking Benjamin, Journey, and I have a weak spot for ELO (Electric Light Orchestra). Also ABBA. Can’t forget ABBA. 

7. Song Stuck in My Head: “My Name Is Human” by Highly Suspect

8. Following Now: 30 (which might I add is insane??? I am barely active nowadays and am relatively a new blog??? Wowzers im love all of you). 

9. Followers: 31

10. Do I Get Asks?: Whenever I reblog a meme I am shocked with how many people actually send some in and sometimes I get cute lil’ anons. I still love the one with Beauty and the Beast lyrics. :3

11. Amount of 💤?: Fuck, about like....5 or 6 hours I think? Depression often makes it vary. 

12. Lucky Number: 10

13. What I’m Wearing: The majority of my clothes are black. I only ever wear a bit of red. BUT if you wanna know exactly what right now: tea pot themed pajamas. :)

14. Dream Job: Honestly............I just wanna make art. Maybe do comics or even just make money off traditional art would be nice, I love painting---especially with watercolor. 

15. Dream Trip: travel scares me

16. Favorite Food: I’m kinda struggling with food, but steak fajitas are the bomb dot com. 

17. Instruments: I used to play the violin really well until my orchestra teacher (freshmen year) verbally abused me and tried to force me out of the spring concert; unfortunately, I haven’t been able to pick it up since. I wanted to be a singer when I was younger, but I think I’m about as tone deaf as my muse and I was told my voice was really raspy and out of tune so....I kinda dropped playing music and singing all together, which isn’t right and I know I shouldn’t let those experiences get the best of me but...eh. Maybe one day when inspiration strikes, I’ll do it. 

18. Languages: English and very broken German.

19. Favorite Song: “The Light” by Disturbed

20. Random Fact: I have always related to Rapunzel as a little girl because I felt trapped. My mom didn’t let me or my brother celebrate Halloween until we were teenagers, I spent the majority of my early years without friends or anywhere outside the house without literally begging to be taken somewhere, and visits to other family members involved one kind of drama or another. I also didn’t cut my hair until I was twelve and the only reason I did was because it was just uh...a little too much to handle. It went past my butt and long strands of brown were literally everywhere. xD

21. Aesthetic: Tarot cards, skulls, red and black, cute lil’ kitties and bunnies, typewriters (always wanted one!), the smell of sage, crystals, fire, witchy things, demons but like...cute ones, contrast between life and death, etc. 

Tagging: @magicfordummies, @fadedintheflames, @humortremors, @rebclangcl, @brusquc, @nevivorona, AND surely theres more but....my brain is ehhhhhhhh not working right. Literally if you wanna do it then do it! Also apologies if anyone of you beans I tagged already did it, just kinda---toss this post into the void. Just yeet it. Sacrifice it to Cthulhu. It’s all good and no pressure at all. 

[emetkoto]

VeLaw 1 18 from the 50 OTP things. I'd love to know more about your OC. :)

HELL YEAH i love u

1. Who is the early bird/ Who is the night owl?

If there's even the slightest bit of light outside vera is UP and ready to take on the day......but yknow sometimes she tries to get up and law pulls her back into bed for "five more minutes" and how can she resist...

law ofc is the night owl but its more than that the man just. does not fucking sleep....he takes power naps mostly and can really only get to sleep when hes Calm and Not Stressed which is a rarity.....after he meets vera tho he sleeps a lot more normally bc she MAKES him lay down at night at least for a little bit.......their two schedules combine to make one kinda healthy sleep schedule...?

2. Who is the big spoon/ Who is the little spoon?

law is 9 inches taller than her he is definitely the big spoon but that doesnt mean vera doesnt try every so often....he'd rather be the one holding her but what's he gonna do? stop her? no of course not he's not a fool when the lady wants to hold him he lets her hold him damn it

3. Who hogs the cover/ Who loves to cuddle?

law isn't used to sharing a bed with people so in the beginning vera will wake up completely uncovered bc he stole the whole ass blanket but eventually he starts to grow out of that.......eh, mostly

they're both pretty into cuddling (but would law ever admit that? no) but vera is definitely the one who likes it the most.....she's very into physical affection bc of the whole 'living alone for 10 years' thing lmao

4. Who wakes the other one up with kisses?

they both do it, it just depends on whos up first lol...so usually vera but every once in awhile law will wake her up and she's like "wow you're up early" and hes like "nah i just haven't slept yet lol" and she pulls his ass back into bed and makes him sleep and then wakes him up with kisses later

5. Who usually has nightmares?

law its law 100% its like 80% of the reason he can't/doesn't sleep....but whenever he wakes up in a panic vera is always there to comfort him....vera has her nights but it's pretty rare

6. Who would have really deep emotional thoughts at the middle of the night/ Who would have them in the middle of the day?

since law is usually up late into the night he's definitely the '2 am pondering his existance' type but yknow sometimes shit happens and it comes out during the day

vera is more of a daytime crisis kinda person but she's pretty good at keeping that stuff under wraps so it's rare she'll actually like visibly break down

7. Who sweats the small stuff?

it takes a lot to worry vera so i'm gonna go with law on this one even if he tries to hide it the man is a walking ball of Stress

8. Who sleeps in their underwear (or naked)/ Who sleeps in their pajamas?

law usually just sleeps in his boxers or some sweatpants and a hoodie depending on the weather...honestly the man could just pass out in his jeans and probably would if it wasn't so easy for him to just shambles into some new clothes lol

vera lived alone for a very long time so she kinda. got used to sleeping mostly naked which would be fine if she had any sort of shame but she doesn't so law can't let her do that anymore or she'll end up walking around the ship naked in front of all the other guys which isn't great so she's started sleeping in at least a t-shirt

9. Who makes the coffee (or tea)?

law always has a cup of coffee on hand at any given moment so that's usually his thing but in the rare case that he falls asleep before her she's always sure to make a pot for when he wakes up

she's more of a tea person so she takes care of making that since there's not many other members of the crew who drink it

10. Who likes sweet/ Who likes sour?

law hates sour things and is pretty neutral on sweets, he can handle them but if they're TOO sweet he won't touch them

meanwhile vera just. doesn't care salty, sweet, sour, bitter...she'll eat anything really as long as it adheres to her diet

11. Who likes horror movies/ Who likes romance movies?

law is definitely the horror guy and vera is 100% the romance girl...she can watch horror movies but she doesn't really go out of her way to do it yknow

12. Who is smol/ Who is tol?

tol law and smol vera

13. Who is considered the scaredy cat?

neither of them honestly? they're unshaken by most things....or at least that's how they act lmao

14. Who kills the spiders?

law just shambles them out and vera uses her silver to catch and release so neither really kill them

15. Who is scared of the dark?

neither, they're both neutral on it!

16. Who is scared of thunderstorms?

the island vera came from had very nice weather most of the time so she didn't experience many storms in her lifetime so they're a little new to her.....poor thing

17. Who works/ Who stays at home?

they both work! they can't stand staying still...as much as law says he'd like a break when he actually gets that chance he starts getting fidgety if he stays in one place for too long so eventually he ends up making some work for himself anyway

18. Who is a cat person/ Who is a dog person?

i answered this one before! vera likes both but leans towards being a dog person, and law is a cat person!

[stuck-in-jelly]

Day 9: Witch's and Hot Chocolate

Me tiptoeing into the bnhawlw2018 tag: I uh can explain.

"SEASONAL DEPRESSION!!"

I'm getting better so I wrote as much as I could to make up for my tardiness @bnhawlwmonth

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This is going to be quick she assured herself, all she had to do was get some herbs. She told herself thing but starting into the woods she didn't feel so sure, the way the branches reached outwards to the world as is pleading to be apart from the forest itself, the errire silence that crept into her very soul whispering for her to leave, and the darkness of the trees cramped together hiding any sunlight as if huddling together for comfort or warmth. She really needs to stop thinking!

She just needs a few herbs from this place just a few, this potion required them and she was desperate. With a sigh the young witch reached into her traveling bag and pulled out a small wand if you could call it that.

It was stout but cute, made of ash wood the wand was adorn with many decorations and charms; around the entirety of the wand copper wire weaved around beautifully, from underneath the copper special runes were carved into the base ( Laguz, Sowilo, Algiz, Eihwaz, Hagalaz, Wunjo, Kenaz, and Ansuz) all meant to help her.

Covering the bottom base was a light blue cloth simply their to make the wand eaiser to grasp, and last but not least tied on the bottom by a yarn was several crystals and bells.

Last but not least on the top her name was carved 'Yuyu'.

Taking a breath Yuyu closed her eyes casted a small protection spell on herself the words rolling off her tounge by instinct. Opening her eyes she straightened herself and took her first step into the unknown.

The darkness seemed to engulf her and in seconds the dim sunlight was barely viable. She muttered another spell and her wand jerked small lights radiating from the copper before racing to the tip and out in the air and small sparks before a baby blue light appeared by her side and quickly leaped from place to place lighting the area and waiting patiently to see where theirs summoner would travel.

Yuyu kept her eyes in the ground hoping to find the herbs quick. Clove, clover, and Camomile. Just those three. And these woods are said to be covered in herbs perfect for witches then again it is also said here some dangerous witches casted horrible spells meant only for harm. Again she has to stop thinking!!

The wind picks up and the light flickers and ducks behind a tree as Yu tries to hold her bag in place. Strange. Her spells told her it wouldn't be windy at all.

Shaky it off she ushered the light and follow quickly

"Common on now, lets hurry then you won't have to be hiding there"

She was full aware the light had no sentiance but it felt nice talking to it when she was nervous, almost as if she isn't alone. The light obeyed and jumped up scanning the area quickly before waiting again.

Walking off the young witch failed to capture a faint movement in the trees above and curious eyes the followed.

As Yuyu wandered she found many herbs she couldn't help but stop and pick up although she didn't necessarily need them. These woods were strange all type of flora grew here even tho they typically don't exists in the same area, even the types of wood from the trees changed. Some serious magic dabbling happened here to cause all of this.

The light suddenly brighten. An alert, it spotted something. Hardly thinking Yuyu gripped her wand letting her energy speed through it and glow beating to the rate of her heart. She looked around eyes darting

"What is it little light? What do you see?"

She whispered desperately wishing it could talk back but then the stopped its panicked glowing and lowered itself down. Yuyu stayed on guard her eyes taking up every inch of the forest but only silence and darkness greated her.

After a few moments she lowered her wand the glowing dying and her pulse slowing. Maybe it was a squirre-

A branch smacked her square on her nose, the pain was quick but the panic was quicker. In the initial shock she dropped her wand the the light glowed in panic again, her vision was blurry as she fumbled on the ground for her wand

"ABOVE YOU!"

Her voice obeyed and her head shot upwards just in time to see a large long slithering form barreling straight for her face quickly she scrambled away just as the creature made landfall rearing its head.

Oh god a basilisk.

She never thought she'd have to see one in person. The panicked light continued to flash illuminating the features of the creature. The creature hoisted itself up on its feathered legs, the large talons tearing into the dirt as its scalied tail whipped around angrily. But She dared not look at the face.

Those eyes could kill.

Just don't look in its eyes

"DUCK!"

No questioning. She ducked quickly her body acting on its own only for imminently feel a large guar of wind wash over her threatening to draw her into its current but she dug her fingers and feet into the ground as loud crashes filled her ears. The wind slowed and her curious eyes looked upwards to see a mass wreck.

The trees that stood mighty before all crumbled and snapped under the weight of the beast. It squirmed and withered in clear pain, its talons grasping for support on anything. The light besides it flickered before dying completely

"Get up we gotta go!"

The voice pulled her from the sight as a girl leapt out from the trees running and scopping up Yuyu's wand from the ground and some feathers from the beast before dashing to her side pulling her up

"It'll get up soon"

Usually she'd be opposed to following a stranger deeper into the woods but it doesn't seem like there is much of a choice here. Their hands claps together tightly

"Hold on"

The girl pulled her own wand, it was carved into a spiral with decorative crystals logged into the oak wood. She muttered a spell a smile on her face, their bodies got lighter and squeezing her hand softly the girl dashed the world zooming by in a blur barely registering what was going on. In a blink of an eye they were in a wooden cottaged.

A really cozy cottage, they seemed to be right in front of the main door and to the right was a living room and to the left was a dinning table with a kitchen behind it, it the center was a hallway and stairs that lead to the top floor. The cottage was painted blue with white lining the frame, the furniture to compliment house was a pale yellow with blue and/or white pillows or blankets. Most of them had some desgin on them.

The mysterious girl slowly let out of Yuyu's hand before sighing loudly in relief and laughing

"Wow! That was crazy! Did you see all of that?!? Hahah! Its a good thing you're okay! Gee I have no idea how that big guy got there"

Yuyu could only take in the girls features as she rambled on and on, her hair was long reaching all the way down to her knees it light blue and curved and curled at the ends, her eyes were wide and blue as well with a light in them a spark only a child could have.

Then the girl was in her face

"Where ya from? Your hair is really cute! Is that bag for your spellbook? What are you doing out here alone? Want something to drink?"

This was too close, she could feel the blush creep around her face. She was really cute

"Umm I uh yeah would like a drink. Anything is fine"

The bubbly girl beamed wider practically bouncing over to the kitchen and and fumbled in her cabinets before successfully pulling out a pot and setting it on the stove

"Care to answer my questions?

She ask as she set the flame and dashed to a curburt full baking ingredients and sweets. Yuyu considered the girl for a moment. She did save her life and seems to be making her some hot cocca in her small cottage. There is nothing to lose. Yuyu made her way to the small dining table and sat down.

"I um I'm from a small village by the riverside. The river has been cursed and a lot of us are dreadfully ill. I wanted to get herbs from here to treat them. It would have been faster if I am here and I was just really worried about them..." Yuyu spared a glance up and those eyes stared at her with wonder, Yu could feel the blush starting up again

"I-I mean we are a tight knit community! We all basically know each other and I- uh just wanted to h-help" the girl smiled and turned back to the stove and stirred the chocolate

"That's really brave of you! I can sense you have a lot of protection spells on you but the water has also made you ill hm?"

That wasn't a thing was proud of but she knew the girl was right, her magic was weak. The light spell usually cast 2 blue orbs that circle around the summoner and usually they don't flicker in the wind. Yuyu sighed and barely managed a nod

"You should take care of yourself you know, I get you're worried about your village but you won't do them any good dead" her voice was cheerful and light and Yuyu couldnt help but feel overwhelming trust

"Guess so"

"What herbs were you looking for?"

"oh it was looking for Clove, Clovers, and Chamomile"

The girl gasped and suddenly abononded the stove and ran down the hallway and disappeared past a unseen door way. Yuyu waited a moment before footsteps ran back and the girl appeared in her arms were 3 large bags, she plopped them down in front of Yuyu

"You are in luck! I found a whole field covered in this beauties!! There was defiantly a herboligst who worked here, maybe they divided the area by medicine and poison! The outskirts of the forest are covered in poisonous plants but the center is beautiful!"

The girl rambled again as Yuyu cautiously peeked into the bag and nearly squealed with delight, there was a lot!! So much! Enough to help her village. She couldn't hold her smile as she looked back to the girl who went on about the plants and the amazing craftsman ship of the forest.

There was a faint smell of burn "Umm ma'am?" The girl stopped

"Hm?"

"The hot chocolate"

She gasped and ran back to the stove turning it off as quickly as possible and pulling the pot away from the heat

"Its not too boiled I hope!"

She muttered a small spell and a small gust of wind breezed over the pot calming the stream of heat, she left it before grabbing some mugs and heading back. One mug had Jasmime's painted along it and the other had Lilly's

"Which would you like?"

"The lily"

She nodded and poured a even amount of hot chocolate in each up before making her way bbefore making her way back to the table and sitting.

Yuyu graciously grabbed the cup and drank, it was different but tasted good.

Then it dawned on her. There is no way this girl will let her get the herbs without a hefty price. Clearing her throat Yuyu got ready to bargain

"So how much?"

"Hm? Oh! I usually put about ⅓ a cup unsweetened cocoa powder and sometimes add a bi-"

"No no! I mean how much for the herbs?" The girl feel silent and blinked in confusion

"How much? You think I'm going to charge you?" Yuyu went silent now.

Would the girl charge her now? She could feel sweat forming in her head

"A charge...oh! I got it!" Yuyu tense as the girl stood her expression turning back to its happy state

"It will cost you 1 date!" Yuyu all but chocked on her coco her face burning bright

"Really? A date?!" The girl nodded hopefully.

Well this is too good to be true

"On one condition"

The girl tilted her head intrigued

"You tell me your name"

The girl beamed

"I'm Nejire! Nejire is my name!"

Yuyu smiled, this girl had to be the cutest thing in the universe.

The forest might be cursed but if it meant getting her a girlfriend she isn't complaining too much