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Primal Chic: The Princess Saves Herself & The Planet in this It Girl meets Survivalist Lifestyle

If you think it girl, you may think of high maintenance, high consumption, pampered, luxe living. I want you to take a step back from that idea with me and introduce a new mindset, Primal Chic. Borrowing from the Clean Girl, GORP Girl, It Girl, Stoic, Survivalist, and Prepper, Primal Chic is all about minimizing your impact on the planet, maximizing your self-sufficiency, and building meaningful sisterhood.

Primal Chic in 3 Words is: Sustainability, Self-Sufficiency, & Sisterhood.

Body: Fuel, Movement, & Beauty

Fuel: Our bodies and minds need high-quality fuel, and that's offered by a whole-food, paleo diet. Many of the foods on the market are heavily processed and loaded with low-quality fillers that drive calories and macros up without meeting our micronutrient needs. On top of this, a huge segment of the market is imported from outside of our local communities, adding heavily to the carbon footprint of our foods. Choosing locally grown, non-GMO, organic produce and proteins from fair trade, regenerative, or woman-owned agri-businesses is a fantastic stepping stone if you can't generate your own food due to time, space, or monetary constraints. I love shopping locally owned health food stores, farmers markets, and farm stands. The price of organics also goes down if you shop store-brand organics. There are also Facebook groups and Pinterest boards dedicated to Paleo recipe swaps. You also want to make sure you're honoring your body's needs in all of it's areas, rest, relaxation, movement, and nutrition.

Movement: Functional, outdoor movement benefits body, mind, and soul. A good hike, a lake swim, or even just a good jog with your pets are all great ways to get your cardio in. Outdoor yoga, rucks, rock climbing, and calisthenics are low-cost, high-reward strength and conditioning exercises that help you to keep toned and ready for action in your day-to-day life. Don't forget ROM either, active recovery walks, daily yoga, and deep stretches ensure you remain flexible and reduce pain from tight, stiff muscles and joints. Adding in a few friends allows you to build sisterhood and meet your social needs too, and being outdoors helps with the chronic vitamin D deficiencies most modern women face.

Beauty: Choosing clean, sustainable beauty and reducing the number of products used is good for your body due to fewer toxins, your mind with lower body and facial dysmorphia from high glam makeup looks, and the planet with less harsh manufacturing processes. Consider switching to multi-use products, reducing the number of products in your skincare & makeup routines, and swapping to washable/reusable body, skin, and feminine hygiene products to care for yourself and our planet. I'll be going into more detail on the swaps I made personally in a blog post next week.

Side Note: Planning a girl's weekend yoga retreat or having a buddy to do the Whole30 (a great intro to Paleo eating) with you is a great way to build up your sisterhoods and your own resolve for this new lifestyle.

Mind: Clarity, Wisdom, and Continuous Growth

Stoicism: The serenity prayer is a fantastic example of the basis of stoicism, letting go of the things you can't control or change, courageously sticking to your values and virtues and changing or controlling the things you can, living in harmony with nature, practice emotional mindfulness and emotional chastity, and practice resilience, learning to bounce back from failures and misfortune. With all things in life there is a learning curve, and allowing yourself to be ruled by algorithms, propaganda, and impulses reduces your own personal power.

Minimalism: Cut out overconsumption to help save the planet, save your wallet, and save your space. Choosing quality, durable, practical, and multi-purpose items allows you to spend less time organizing and cleaning and more time with friends and family, and doing the things that truly feed your soul. You don't have to have a spartan, sterile, white living space to embrace minimalism either, you can still inject your own personal style and personality into your choices, but be more mindful about where and how you're spending your hard-earned money.

Dedication to Continuous Growth: Instead of doom-scrolling or watching brain-rotting television, try switching out social media for micro-learning, soaps for documentaries, and limiting screen time to 1-3 hours per day. Try switching out happy hour for a self-defense or first aid class. Get involved with book swaps and information databases or group PDF sharing.

Heart: Love Thyself, Love Thy Neighbor, Love Thy Planet

Self-Love: Forming a sisterhood and meaningful community starts with loving yourself. You can't draw from an empty well, so being honest and vulnerable with yourself and taking care of yourself is the first step in being able to be there for others at your most authentic. Reminding yourself of your inherent value is important.

Earth: The frequencies of the earth are often interfered with by our man-made surroundings, taking time to ground yourself and connect with the world around you, either on your own, or in a group, is good for the heart. Try and take an hour or two per day and spend it outdoors, really soaking in the beauty you may have been numbed to by having it become mundane.

Connection & Community: Not everyone you meet deserves your whole heart and mind, however, they do deserve basic human dignity and respect, for those closer to you, they do deserve having a reliable friend who they can turn to in times of need and times of victory. Forming meaningful connections across generational divides makes us stronger as women and enriches our lives.

Soul: Mindfulness, Purpose, & Resilience

Mindfulness: Meditation, nature walks, situational awareness, and group activities keep the mind and soul well-fed and the senses sharp should the need arise for defense. Live in the moment as much as you can, rather than drift aimlessly through life without a plan of attack. Spontaneity can still exist here, as you should have a balance of routine and flexibility.

Purpose: What drives you? Who drives you? What values are at your core? Answering these questions allows you to live a purposeful life where you are true to yourself and your community. If your values don't align with the life you're living what changes do you need to have them align?

Resilience: You don't have to make your life harder, but preparing for life's rough times through mental, spiritual, physical, financial and material preparedness is still important. Building a solid community will help with this, but ensuring you yourself have the tools and skills necessary for survival will help even more so.

Planet: Stewardship, Sustainability, and Conscious Consumption

Stewardship: Bring a bag with you on walks and hikes to collect trash and follow the old Girl Scout principle of leaving things better than you found them. Encourage sustainable practices with where you shop and invest your time and resources, and take advantage of your local parks and wild spaces.

Sustainability: Opt for natural materials in clothing, decor, & home goods. Choose materials like wood, cotton, real fur, leather, and linen rather than plastics and petroleum-derived products or "natural" materials with harsh production processes like viscose or bamboo fiber. Reduce your consumption of new products, and shop thrift or vintage where you can, and go as ecologically friendly and durable as you can afford when buying new.

Conscious Consumption: Shop local, woman-owned, small business, and fair trade products wherever you can, skip out on mega polluters like Amazon or Shien, and avoid sweatshop and slave labor wherever you can. Before making purchases, ask yourself if you truly need an item or if you're just looking for a quick dopamine hit. Mend your things if possible rather than trashing them, and opt for donation of things in good condition that no longer fit with who you are.

All in all, the Primal Chic lifestyle is attainable for everyone, and about making conscious, cognizant steps toward a more meaningful, impactful, and mindful life where you live sustainably, & self sufficiently while building meaningful community and sisterhood.

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PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLS i've been ACHING to see you expand upon farmer!remus !!!! explain yourself mother, we all need to see a glimpse of him 😫

and of course, big congrats on getting 2k followers!! you deserve that and so much more

thank you so so much for your love darling, and THANK YOU for asking about my farmer!remus because i have been thinking about him constantly:,))

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i will EXPLAIN farmer!remus

carina's 2k celebration

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farmer!remus who was simply fed up with the wizarding world and all of its complexities and hostilities, so as soon as peace allowed him, he moved back home to cardiff and took over an aging great uncle's small farm

farmer!remus who always preferred the company of animals over those of humans because he did not risk being deceived or used by them

farmer!remus who is in turn universally loved by animals – they approach him and cuddle up against him without him needing to do anything at all, much to other's (faux) chagrin

farmer!remus who is awfully kind despite his reserved attitude, callouses and weathered, scarred face; the type of kindness that lights the candles of all he meets

farmer!remus who has the floo network set up in the hearth of his living room in the cabin-like farm house so that the few people he consider family can come and go as they please

farmer!remus whose found family love stopping by to help him during harvesting or birthing seasons, having it be made into a big bonding event

farmer!remus who revels in the peace he can find only at his farm, but who also risks isolating himself too much (which the marauders remind him of)

farmer!remus who chats with the animals as he goes about his day as if they are equal companions, because to him they are

farmer!remus whose accent gets thicker and more defined since moving back to wales, after years of it being watered down at hogwarts and london

farmer!remus who primarily has animals for their products and not for slaughter, focusing instead on vegetables, flowers, wool, etc.

farmer!remus who grows sells his products at the farmer's market in the town over instead of supplying them to bigger grocery chains

farmer!remus who tries to keep his prices as low as possible and donates as much as he can, despite it at times negatively affecting him

farmer!remus who takes notice of the loveliest person who always stops by his booth at the market, complimenting his dedication, style craftsmanship, you name it

farmer!remus who begins setting up at more farmer's markets than he really needs to, just in the hopes of seeing you there

farmer!remus who begins telling his sheep about you with an absentminded smile on his face

farmer!remus who stumbles over his words in your presence, but grows more assured in being himself with you when your conversations never falter

farmer!remus who gives you a flower every time you stop by his booth, before he eventually has the courage to ask you out with a full bouquet

farmer!remus who names every single one of his animals, no matter what

farmer!remus who gets a passion for woodworking through his farm as he insists on building everything he needs himself

farmer!remus who mentions in passing once how the manual labour makes his joints hurt, only to officially and hopelessly fall for you when you unpromptedly hand him a cream the next time you see each other that supposedly alleviates joint pain

farmer!remus who spins and dyes his own yarn from the wool he collects from his sheep that he gifts his mum and uses in his own fibre projects

farmer!remus who in his spare time knits green baby hats for the local NICU with yarn from his own farm

farmer!remus who is an absolute sweetheart that chose the life he deserved and had it become a hundred times better when you waltzed into it with an endearing smile

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masterlist 5

LMAO can u believe!?!?

werecat cuddles 😾

sevika comforting u when u get bloodwork

riding plug sevika in her car 🍃

seeing sev without eyemakeup

sevika is not scary... she is my baby...

bookshop owner sev x bakery owner reader

breeding size queen sev with the breeding strap

more werecat sev lore 😾

slayer and werecat sevika 🐕

sevika taking care of her pregnant hormonal wife 👶

ceo sev falling asleep at her desk 💼

medical resident reader

the family meeting little fucker's girlfriend 👶

ceo sev gets jealous 💼

sevika helping reader starting testosterone

the twins being silly 👶

sevika showing reader her new hair

sevika choking u during sex

reader and sev try to be dog foster moms 🐕

fucking plug sev at a party 🍃

sevika pinning u by the throat during sex

meeting little fucker's girlfriend's parents 👶

sweet shower sex

reader figuring out bottom sevika has a crush

halloween with sev, little fucker, and the twins!! 👶

seeing sevika's baby pics

sevika walks in on you fucking your pillow

sevika getting handsy in public

taking care of pregnant sevika 👶

werewolf reader! 😾

ranvika hcs! ⚔

more strawberry farmer reader and sheep farmer sev!

sevika and u undercover

jinx betting sevika can't last w/o ur kisses 🪳

sevika leaving u in the early mornings

sugar mommy sev spoiling u

slayer and sevika's play fighting 🐕

sevika ruining her edge 💼

blurb inspired by @sumilane's art!

how sevika deals with u being angry at her

nurse reader hired by silco

thoughts on sev's vibrating arm

how u comfort her after silco dies

sevika bringing jinx and isha home 🐇

sevika's biting kink

taking care of sevika after the fight in jannas temple 🐇

biting sev some more hehe

isha cuddling you and sevika 🐇

sevika being a gentlewoman

giving werecat sevika catnip joints 😾

sevika worshiping plus size reader's body

jinx and isha bring home a cat 🐇

your first date after taking in jinx and isha 🐇

ceo sevika being hot giving a speech 💼

protecting sevika when she's armless

how sevika clips her new haircut back

isha telling you about her past 🐇

isha dyeing the cat blue 🐇

isha jinx and sevika comforting reader on a bad day 🐇

how sevika apologizes as a parent 🐇

little things you do that drive sevika crazy

councilor sevika 🐇

video game bans you have to make for your girls 🐇

how sevika reacts if you shave your bush

comforting councilwoman sev

jinx and isha actually are completely fine 🐇

clothes you can wear to drive sevika crazy

nonverbal reader and isha making their own language 🐇

amab masc reader

silco and reader are besties

calling sevika 'my butch'

tarot reader reader

isha copying u and sev 🐇

needy pregnant sevika 👶

sevika sitting on your face with the strap on

clingy sev

spoiling blue collar sev

u and sev flirting with girls as a couple

isha's scared of santa 🐇

sfw ceo sevika 💼

reader gets jealous of plug sevika 🍃

ditzy reader

sevika answering isha's toy phone 🐇

sevika's tv preferences hehe

reader with a big butt

christmas with isha and jinx 🐇

ceo sevika spoiling you 💼

sevika in the santa suit 🪳

sevika second guessing her dirty talk

paramedic sevika saving you

[melancholicstation]

FRAT!JACK SCHLOSSBERG SFW AND NSFW HEADCANONS

imagining COLLEGE SWEETHEART!READER who loves the outdoors, is the best in her harvard polo team, is a criterion channel SNOB, spencer hasting's archetype, vacations in miami, aspen, ibiza and saint tropez, is the president of many student clubs, buys hermēs blankets for the dogs kennel blanket and keeps an elegant stack of erotic, cheesy novellas under her .

tags: @obsessedwithjohnjr @candyneckl6ce @rocker-chick-7 @ultr4v1ol3nt @violetharmonsfavgf @strip-weather-forecast @darcyspirits @fortheloveofjos @h-l-v-kennedy-blog @h-l-vlovesvintage @bluelancergirl @snowsgames @salvatoresablondie @dulcegal @kennedyism @bloxholden35 @kimcrystal123 @absurdlyvintage @jackiesgirl @chemicalw0rld @remotewatch @starsprangledgirl

fyi: I have not edited this nor looked over it too closely so if there's spelling/grammar mistakes je m'excuse please!!

you cross each other's paths at institut le rosey in year 13 because you guys are unfortunately wealthy teenagers of highly successful family dynasties so it'd be sacrilegious to go anywhere else... where else would they go to get their educational chops that they can brag about at dinner parties?

super rich kids by frank ocean is both of your respective spotify wrapped no.1 song

you guys don't formally meet until harvard law school

always immediately goes to you for any fraternity parties where they need to be all gussied up for it and whines until you do his makeup... and of course he wants you to use your expensive chanel, byredo, chantecaille make up

jack uses your own la perla thongs as bookmarks to keep track of a certain page in a law textbook when studying at your place cause he left all his stationary at home

when you both found each other you guys were both in your slut era and weren't looking for anything serious

tries to make you beef tartar in the confines of your tiny dorm like this one chick on tiktok does in her bed

after a couple days of not seeing each other jack comes back with little gifts and trinkets cause he has the instinct to gather in his bones, baby!

you both eat like a 17th century king despite being college students

classes were cancelled for a day due to a particularly aggressive blizzard that sought to reek havoc on anyone in its path--or in this instance trying to get to their econ major on time for once so you two are held up in your dorm end up watching 'secretary' (2002), one thing leads to another and you and jack's have ended up recreating this scene except jack is lee... and the saddle is an old hermēs vivace jumping saddle that you got for an early christmas present one year back (something like this) and the carrot is slightly dirty cause its been in your farmers market tote since your last run to whole foods... but you both enjoy it all the same cause you guys are F.R.E.A.K.I.S.H.

he has a very intense samurai sword obsession to the point where his dorm closet holds all the medals he won for the best sword in local competitions... and gets extremely territorial if you want a drawer in his closet cause where are the synthetic fabric medals supposed to go??

always buys you lingerie whenever ssense has a sale

you both buy each other maison margiela shoes for a joint graduation present from law school

you both always have a ritual of buying mint and lavender lemonade at different harvard athletic games

you guys broke up briefly during mid term hell-week and you genuinely observed him re-connecting with nature in the harvard yard to ease his anguish

you guys practice parenthood by adopting a few sylvanian families and putting them in a house

your matching boat n' totes (top: yours bottom: jack)

on holiday break from college you guys go on so many sketchy facebook marketplace hunts to the point where jack films with his phone just for evidence purposes

your dream that makes you crash out over imessage to jack:

NSFW UNDER THIS CUT 🧵✂️

he definitely wears a hat while you guys are fucking making beautiful sensual love

foreplay is stimulating conversations with jack

as foreplay you make jack recreate that one cmbyn timothee chalamet scene with the peach

eroticising studying and giving each other orgasms when you've memorised a topic correctly

two beers at a beer garden and you guys are in each others pants immediately. stat!

they are delicately perverted

he loves giving you some clavicle kisses... like that is his shit!

jack loves to be lightly tapped with the hermēs crop but he'd never admit it what?? who said that??

[alonetimelover]

Could I request a dadrry instagram blurb?? That other one was amazing!!! Doesn’t have to follow on from the last one❤️

pairing: Harry Styles x famous!reader

summary: A little instagram blurb with dadrry, a new pleasing drop, and babies' drawings.

masterlist taglist

famous!reader 1 2

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pleasing

liked by harrystyles, yourinstagram, annetwist, harryupdates and 1 028 302 others

pleasing Fancy Friends are here and presented to you by our littlest ambassadors - Andy and Franny.

Behold and wait for the posts about all 8(!) new colours straight from our ambassadors' painting room, made specially for this occasion.

Find your pleasing.

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harrystyles All smiles ♥️

yourinstagram My smiley baby!!!! 🥹

harryupdates whhhhaaaaaatt??? ambassadors???

ynupdates some cute babies

hArrysbtch oh my gooood

harrysmoustache i waited months and months for a drop that would cave me... I'm so buying all of the colours

user49 babies for ads?

user84 im conflicted now

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram rocking that farmer fit

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harrystyles My two favourite girls

⤷ yourinstagram which ones exactly?

⤷ harrystyles No answer will be good

harryupdates weren't they just born?

⤷ yourinstagram that's how it feels! and now she walks

hArrysbtch i hate kids but i love all the clones from yn and harry

⤷ yourinstagram you make us look like a factory or smth

⤷ harrystyles or mad scientists

⤷ hArrysbtch im gonna take a social media break, you're right

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harryupdates

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harryupdates HARRY and his older daughter at the Pleasing facility today in London!

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hArrysbtch CEO!harry having a premiere in real life???

⤷ harrysmoustache weren't you supposed to take a social media break?

⤷ hArrysbtch shhhh

ynupdates ceo and ambassador are having a meeting

stylesbabie yeah. I'll be the one to start talking about his back, won't I?

⤷ harrysfan92 i mean, its right there

ynsmybestie taking care of business

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pleasing

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pleasing Andy and Franny present you first three drawings that inspired Fancy Friends collection. Pieces are called respectfully: 'Mummy and Daddy', 'Daddy('s) house' and 'You and me'.

'Just, just tell them that they, they all can paint nails. It's funzy!' said Franny while incorporating her work.

Find Your Pleasing.

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harrystyles yourinstagram I love your hand

⤷ yourinstagram it's called perspective

yourinstagram My two artists!!!

annetwist ❤️

hArrysbtch MoMA is waiting for them

harryupdates This. Is. Art.

ynupdates well hello you

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harrystyles

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harrystyles 'Daddy I did you on paper.'

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yourinstagram 1:1 perfect drawing with full details

⤷ harrystyles Perfect.

hArrysbtch that's the same picture!

ynsmybestie these babies are spending days and night at that painting room

⤷ yourinstagram I wish. It was a 5 minute drawing cause 'i love daddy and kiwi'

⤷ ynsmybestie ohhhhhhh

ynsmymama melting

harrysfan82 this pleasing promotion is going HARD

⤷ harrysmoustache everything is sold out

⤷ hArrysbtch those babies are making more money than i do, man. that's unfair...

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram here's to the best father i know

(yes, i was terrified for the joints to stay in place. yes, babies found this as the best play in the world and repeated ten times. yes, his back looks gooood.)

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harrystyles That's a lot coming from the greatest mother in the World.

⤷ yourinstagram your mum is right there

⤷ harrystyles Obviously, you're sharing the No. 1

⤷ yourinstagram ObViOuSLy

hArrysbtch 'yes, his back looks gooood' girl, you don't need to shout it to our faces

⤷ yourinstagram HIS BACK LOOKS GOOD

⤷ ynsmybestie i love her

harrysmoustache still not used to the fact that he is a dad

harrysfan82 I've never asked: do your kids know you're the Disney Princess?

⤷ yourinstagram they watched Tangled and didn't notice even after my live performance

[simpingforstardew]

250 feet below

pairing: sdv sebastian x reader

synopsis: you were sick of living in such a bleak city, living such a bleak life; so, too, was sebastian. a drabble based off a vivid dream i had recently.

warnings: angst. profane language. allusion to suicide / sucidial ideation. please stay safe. ♡

a/n: this occurs pre-canon. i liked the idea of the farmer having already met a villiager of pelican town during their life in Zuzu city... something something red string of fate.

word count: 1.3k

Zuzu isn’t a city where people live. Millions toil tirelessly, burdened by exorbitant rents and the weight of overpriced necessities. But in all your years of life, you can’t recall the last time you saw a denizen of Zuzu laugh, or create art, or spread kindness. In fact, you can confidently say that not one of the 8.3 million souls that surround you in this city is truly alive.

In your youth, you navigated the city’s labyrinthine alleys, searching for signs of life—a spontaneous burst of laughter, a splash of colour on a drab wall, a moment of genuine connection between strangers. All you found were weary faces, the heavy silence of resignation, and a pervasive sense of disillusionment. It’s as if the pulse of vitality has been suffocated by the corporate grind.

But now, you walk with intention as the cold chill of the night air settles deep into your bones. Night has descended like a heavy cloak, shrouding the landscape in a veil of darkness. Above, the moon rises like a sentinel amidst a sea of shimmering stars, their watchful gaze seeming to follow your every step through the dense forest on the edge of Zuzu. Amid this celestial spectacle, the forest comes alive with nocturnal symphonies—the hoots of owls echoing through the dense canopy, while the occasional rustle of leaves and snapping of twigs beneath your hiking boots punctuate the stillness. Each step forward is a battle against exhaustion and fatigue, blisters forming on your feet from hours of relentless trekking. Hunger gnaws at your stomach, a constant companion on this solitary journey through the darkness.

Your favourite hoodie drapes over your shoulders, a gift from an old friend whose name now eludes you. Your backpack, light and inconsequential, occasionally slips from your shoulder as you trudge forward. Ahead looms your final destination: a concrete suspension bridge, a vast monumental structure steeped in the history of your home town—a history you always wanted to learn. Too late now, you think.

As you make your way across the bridge, your gaze falls upon a figure perched on its rail, dwarfed by the towering cityscape beyond. The river below churns restlessly as they gaze pointedly into the water, the distant hum of passing cars blending with the rhythmic crash of waves 250 feet below.

“Don’t,” the stranger’s voice, firm and resolute, cuts through the night as you approach. They make no attempt to turn towards you; instead, he takes a final drag of his cigarette and drops the rest in the river beneath.

“…Don’t what?” you respond, pausing in your steps. The stranger chews his lips, his grip on the railing firm. The silence is unbearable.

“Get to know me, ask questions, stop me. Just... don’t bother trying anything.”

“Oh, I… wasn’t planning on it,” you reply, your tone casual as you shrug off your bag, letting it fall to the cold concrete below.

A shaky exhale escapes the stranger’s lips; you watch the mist rise into the cold air in the moonlight. Leaning back against the bridge’s railing, the stranger’s eyes meet yours, searching for something you can’t quite decipher. There’s a vulnerability in their gaze, a flicker of uncertainty that belies the firmness of their earlier words.

You sit in silence for a few minutes, and take the opportunity to ease the remaining tension out of your hands and arms, stretching your fingers until the joints no longer ache. The stranger seems content enough to let you have your quiet, though you catch him watching you from the corner of his eye occasionally.

“Want a snack?” you offer, pulling out a half-eaten family-pack of cookies from your bag.

The stranger’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, “Wh— No, I… Are you serious right now?”

“Extremely,” you say, biting into a cookie before extending the pack towards the stranger, “You’ve never thought about your last meal before? Always thought mine would be an actual meal… but cookies aren’t that bad, I guess.”

As you speak, you can’t help but notice the tension in the stranger’s posture. Their grip on the railing doesn’t loosen, although they do tentatively accept a cookie from the pack.

“Did my mom send you to get me or something?” he sniffs, breaking you out of your daze; his voice tired and hoarse. His suspicion should bother you, but at this point you’re far too tired to feel much of anything.

“No dude, I told you— I’m just waiting for my turn.” The motor traffic behind you continues to speed by, radios and horns blaring in a Dopplerian cacophony. Although their headlights silhouette your form, the man beside you is perfectly illuminated, his face stark against the darkness. Behind him, the full moon casts a halo around his face.

He is your age, if not a bit younger. His exhaustion is evident in bloodshot eyes, monolid and green; his sunken cheeks exaggerate the lifelessness of his pale skin.

You’re the first to break eye-contact, letting out a soft chuckle as you fetch your phone from your pockets, “Just a coincidence, I guess.”

He looks at you with a curious stare, like a cat studying a moving shadow. No one in this city has ever looked out for him the same way you are; It’s peculiar how alone one can be surrounded by as many people as Zuzu city contains.

Your earphones are now plugged in; and lost in your melody of favourite song, you can’t see the awe of his gaze. Moments pass in this newfound comfort— be it from mutual understanding, or a fear of disruption— before you turn to face the stranger once more.

“Did you wanna listen with me? Just for a song or two.” You look towards him as you sit down on the bridge, offering up your left earphone.

You aren’t naive, you recognize what you’re doing. Hell, you’ve been doing it your entire life. You’re stalling. Desperately finding excuses to delay what you fear will be the inevitable: one way or another, the stranger will leave. You’ll be alone again.

But right now you’re not alone, and that’s good enough.

The stranger finally swings his legs over the rail of the bridge, and plants his feet firmly on the concrete of the superstructure. He sits besides you, timidly puts an earphone in his left ear, and cries.

As the minutes stretch into hours, the initial tension between you and the stranger dissolves into a shared silence, punctuated only by the soft strains of music. The reasons for your presence on the bridge fade into obscurity, replaced by a sense of companionship born from the serendipity of the moment. With each passing song, the darkness of the night gradually gives way to the gentle hues of dawn.

Neither of you notice the transition, until your phone dies.

“I’m never going to see you again, am I?” The stranger’s voice wavers, a fragile whisper amidst the fading light. You turn to him, a smile softening your features, before rising with a languid stretch.

“Stranger things have happened. Why wouldn’t our paths cross again?” Your words carry a gentle reassurance as you gather your belongings, mentally preparing for another day at the JojaCo. office.

“Well, I mean… I’m moving soon, somewhere out of Zuzu— My mom is probably packing up all my shit right now so we can move in with her new boyfriend.” Weariness etches lines of exhaustion on the stranger’s face as he rubs sleep from his eyes.

“Still, we’ll see each other again one day,” you smile, shielding your eyes from the rising sunlight, “I just know it.”

[bbeeew]

going to be in trouble for this ngl

STARDEW CHARACTERS AND WHAT I THINK THEIR (non-farmer) PARTNERS WOULD BE.

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• Harvey x Elliot

Like, c'mon. Your telling me the charismatic poet DOESN'T get with the anxious radio listener? And they don't have any interactions ever? None? Smh bros need to kiss at least once. Or maybe just have Harvey info dump about planes to Elliot and he makes cute little plane poems for him when he's upset or stressed or generally being himself.

• Sam x Sebastian

Lets be honest with ourselves. We knew this was going to be on here, so I'm not putting down anything else.

• Maru x Penny x Abigail

This one will be long, so buckle in.

Maru and Penny were already best friends for being real good at academics. Maru and Penny like Abigail cause she's adventurous and outgoing and low-key hot. And Abigail likes Penny and Maru cause at first it was help with homework (Penny is such an easy mark to cheat off of, and Maru was Sebastian's half sister so also easy access) and then all 3 of them have an identity crisis of "oh no, I like 2 people, and they're BOTH GIRLS" but then they all meet up and do that awkward confession where one person was going to but the others started as well and its really silly except Abigail was just louder so as Penny and Maru were like "no you can go first" girl was just like "Y'ALL HOT A.F."

• Emily x Sandy

Again, we knew this would be on here. Gemstone and star signs lesbian meets cocky road trip and pot lesbian and they hit each other's joints we know this.

• Alex x Haley

Not in the jock x cheerleader way, but in the "my past has probably lead me to be a masochist" x "my past has probably lead me to be a sadist"

• Leah

I don't think she has a town partner, but she definitely finds a cute chick while visiting zuzu city for a trip with sandy (cause they bros no homo) that's really into foraging and that girl moves in with her. Her name would be like Zoey or Cindy or something.

• Shane

for Shane I think he is somewhat aro/ace (willing but not needed or nessisarily wanted) so he just wouldn't, but if he did it'd be some sort of qpr with Emily (w/o kissing. Watching you people. Girl is still a lesbian homeboy just needs physical affection once in a while.)

[707heart]

shotgunning with sebastian

sebastian x reader (farmer)

tags: pothead seb, shotgunning, desire want and yearning

wc: 654

You knew he stood on the shore of the mountain lake every night, clutching a joint between his thumb and pointer finger.

Your crush on Sebastian was no secret to most of the town. Hell, Robin was trying to get you over for dinner to work things out with him. Sebastian was just so oblivious. At least you thought he was, anyway.

“What brings you here tonight?” Sebastian asked between a mouthful of smoke. He was a fan of smoking tricks, and it didn’t help in your burning desire to stare at his mouth until the sun rose the next morning.

You hummed, shrugging and looking off into the water to avoid looking at him. “I wanted to see you. We never see each other in town,” you replied. It was the truth. Everyone in Pelican Town was great and welcoming (for the most part), but Sebastian was such a recluse that he only set foot into the town during the handful of events each year.

“Oh,” Sebastian was at a loss for words, and the weed probably wasn’t helping. “Do you want to smoke?” He tilted the joint toward you.

You flush. It’s not like you’ve never taken a hit of anything ever, but weed was something new. You didn’t even know how to hold the joint, let alone smoke it. “I’ve never…” you trailed off.

“You’ve never smoked weed?” Sebastian finished. “It’s easy. Actually… I can help you.”

The offer hung heavy between the two of you. “Okay, yeah,” you mumbled, hoping the fall moonlight would distract from your blush.

Sebastian gave you one last look before lighting it. He took a long drag, ghosting it before blowing it away. He took another one and without warning, closed the space between the two of you. You made a sound in the back of your throat as he stood so close.

“Open your mouth,” he said, quietly because of the limited space. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as you did what he asked. Your lips fell open, eyes still trained on Sebastian’s.

He cupped your cheek, angling your face how he wanted before blowing the smoke into it. You inhaled, the sensation burning but not enough for it to be bad. You still coughed a few times, but you gave him a thumbs up.

Sebastian laughed good-naturedly. “You took it like a champ. Wanna try again?”

His eyes were lidded, and for the first time you noticed how stoned he was. You were starting to feel the effects yourself, but it was nothing compared to smoking it from the source.

In an act of confidence, you reach for the joint between his fingers. “Let me try,” you said, giving him a smirk. You took a hit longer than intended, the urge to cough suddenly much stronger. You gave the joint back before doubling over.

You hear him chuckle again, rubbing up-and-down your back in a way that should be illegal. So comforting and caring. “Are you okay? You did great,” he soothed. He had to be doing this on purpose.

The effects of the weed made everything feel number. Your mind was quiet. Suddenly there was no anxiety about this meeting, only happiness. You let out a laugh, tilting your head back.

“I’m just so happy,” you mumble, laying your hands against his chest. You could feel his ribcage slightly protruding, t-shirt doing little to cover it. His eyes widened at the affection, and this time you didn’t miss the flush on his cheeks.

Sebastian reached down to hold your waist naturally. There was no one awake now, no chance of being interrupted. “Me too, I’m happy too,” he said, bloodshot eyes running up and down your figure.

“God, just kiss me already, you nerd,” you whined with a big smile, but you close the distance anyway. Your lips press against his, and you can taste the smoke there.

[engie-ivy]

(A much requested sequel to Couple-Stuff! Thank you for all your enthusiasm😁)

1370 words

Part One: Couple Stuff

Remus has come to realize his relationship with Sirius isn't as platonic as he thought, and now he needs to know where Sirius stands on the matter.

Label-Stuff

Sirius is busying himself in the kitchen, chatting about some curry recipe Effie taught him and how he's going to perfect it this time. Remus is sitting on the couch, watching him and biting his lip. He can't really focus on what Sirius is saying, with the questions swirling through his head after his conversation with the girls.

What is his relationship with Sirius like?

He must admit to himself that he quite likes the idea of it not being as platonic as he previously thought, and quite dislikes the idea of Sirius being with someone else, to put it mildly.

Has Sirius been with someone else?

He knows that Sirius isn't looking for a relationship, too attached to his freedom, but he could be casually dating, or even having casual sex. With someone who isn't Remus, that is. They have never defined their relationship, so his thing with Remus doesn't have to stop him.

“Sirius,” Remus asks, and he might have interrupted Sirius in the middle of a sentence, but he barely notices. “Are you seeing anyone?”

Sirius puts down the zucchini he was about to cut and turns around, glancing around the room. “You mean… right now?”

Remus shakes his head. “No, not right now. Like, in general.”

Sirius frowns. “Like… a therapist?”

“No,” Remus says. “I mean dating. Like romantically. Or sexually.”

Sirius barks a laugh. “Right, sure Remus. After having breakfast with you, going to the Farmer's Market with you, spending the afternoon walking the dog with you, going out to eat or cooking together, and sitting on the couch watching a movie together, I've somehow been going on dates and sleeping with other men.” He rolls his eyes and turns back around, picking up the zucchini.

Remus frowns. “Is that why you haven't been dating? Because I haven't been giving you space to do so?”

Sirius puts the zucchini back down and gives Remus a stern look with his hands placed on his hips. “I haven't been dating because I haven't been giving myself space to do so. As in, a conscious choice that I made, because I wanted to.” He suddenly looks alarmed. “Wait. Do you want space to date? Is that what you're trying to tell me?”

“No, Sirius, that's not it…”

Sirius walks away from the kitchen counter and sits down on the coffee table across from Remus, the zucchini spared for now. “Then what is it?” He asks, reaching out to take Remus’ hand.

Remus stares at their joint hands, trying to figure out how to go about it. “I'm just trying to make sure we both know where the other stands, relationship-wise.”

Sirius frowns. “Where's that suddenly coming from? Did you– Did you meet someone?”

The look on Sirius’ face makes Remus immediately want to deny everything. ‘No, of course not, there's no one, don't worry!’ Only to make Sirius not look like that anymore. But he needs clarity. If he pushes just a bit more, maybe Sirius’ reaction will give him a better indication of the chances Sirius sees him as something more than a friend. So he does push. “I could meet someone. Someone who would be interested in being my boyfriend. How would that make you feel?”

“How would that make me-” Sirius lets out a disbelieving laugh. “How do you bloody think that would make me feel? Like crap, obviously. We do everything together, that will all change. No boyfriend is going to be okay with that, and I don't fancy being second choice either.”

“But then what, Sirius?” Remus asks, almost desperately. “What if I'm out in the pub and some handsome man who's exactly my type walks up to me, winks at me, and says ‘hi, are you single?’ What do you want me to say, Sirius?”

In an instant, Sirius pulls his hand away, jumps up from the coffee table and takes a step back, crossing his arms over his chest, as if he suddenly has to guard himself against Remus. “You did meet someone!”

“Sirius, I-”

“Fuck you, Remus Lupin!”

Remus blinks. Sirius has never, ever, spoken to him like that. “Excuse me?”

“Fuck you, Remus,” Sirius repeats with a scowl. “This is how you tell me? By making me feel guilty about claiming you? By talking to me like I'm stupid and I need to have it explained to me that we aren't in a real relationship? Like I haven't been playing this stupid game for you! This stupid ‘yes, we act like a couple and do everything a couple does, but we don't call us a couple’-game!” He takes a breath, trying to calm himself down a little. “I feel like I've been walking this line, Remus. Being with you in all the ways I want to be with you, but not pushing it too far, not scaring you off, because I know how afraid of commitment you. And I've been telling myself that it's fine. ‘Just be happy with whatever he's willing to give you, Sirius, and be thankful that he's willing to give you so much. What does it matter that you're not putting a label on it?’” He shakes his head. “But it was never that you didn't want to commit, was it, Remus? You just didn't want to commit to me.”

Remus can't get any words out. He can barely process what he just heard, let alone form a response. So Sirius was never under the impression that his feelings were platonic? Gods, Remus really is a pillock, isn't he?

“Because you meet some stranger in a pub,” Sirius continues upon Remus’ prolonged silence. “And suddenly you're talking about dating, and relationships, and boyfriends! Words that you always carefully avoided with me!” He lets out a disbelieving laugh. “God, I'm such an idiot. I kept hoping you would eventually get there. I just didn't expect it would be five minutes after meeting a random stranger, rather than after years of carefully building what we have.” His voice breaks slightly, and so does Remus’ heart. “Or what I thought we had.” Sirius looks away. “I'm sorry, I can't… I need… Just give me a moment.”

Remus remains frozen in place as Sirius walks away and disappears into his bedroom. He loves that boy, and he has hurt that boy, and he needs to set it right. He finally snaps out of it, and jumps to his feet.

“Sirius!” He pulls open the door to Sirius’ bedroom, and comes to a halt upon seeing Sirius sitting on the bedroom floor against the wall, his knees tucked up to his chest. “Sirius,” he says, softer this time, sliding down on the floor next to Sirius, placing a hand on his knee.

Sirius lifts his head, tear streaks on his face.

Remus needs to get the biggest misunderstanding out of the way first. “There's no one else, Sirius. I promise.” He sighs. “Marlene asked me about dating other people, and the thought of you with someone else made me feel… Well, I guess a lot like you're feeling right now. Only less angry and more confused, because unlike you, I'm a berk who hadn't realized before that his feelings for you are more than platonic. I was trying to figure out where you stand on this, so I wanted to see how you would react to the idea of me with someone else.”

“Oh,” Sirius says flatly. He looks down at himself sitting crouched down on the floor of his bedroom. “Well. Not so good, I suppose.”

Remus chuckles. “No, not so good. Though I guess I could've gone about the conversation better as well.”

Sirius also chuckles. “Bloody hell, Rem. Don't start talking about meeting handsome men in the pub!”

“That's fair, that's fair!” Remus laughs, then he studies Sirius for a moment. “So… we can conclude that we both see more than friendship with the other.”

Sirius averts his eyes and looks down at his feet. “Remus, I can't casually date you. If we do this, we need to do this for real. After holding back for so long, if you give me this, I'm going to want it all. I'm going to start picturing forever with you, I'm going to start planning a future with you. If that scares you, then I can't… I can't.”

The feeling that spreads through Remus’ chest upon hearing those words is definitely not fear. “As long as you don't propose to me tomorrow, I think I can get there,” Remus says jokingly, but then he adds in a more serious tone “To be honest, Sirius, I've never been able to consider my future without you in it.” He reaches out and brushes his thumb across Sirius’ cheek, brushing away one of the tears. “I want you, Sirius, and any label you come with. Boyfriend, partner, significant other.”

“Fiancé, husband,” Sirius adds teasingly, but Remus can tell that he's carefully gauging Remus’ reaction, looking for some sign of panic.

Remus surprises himself by not feeling any panic, not at all. This is where it was always going, wasn't it? He smiles. “Yes, in time, those as well.”

[emjiroki]

i would love to hear what country kirishima thoughts you’re having if ya wanted to share with lil ol me 🥰

YES I WILL SHARE ALL THOUGHTS WITH YOU AND YOUR LOVELY BRAIN this got soooo long omfg I could write a fic about him I might be going crazy insane

PSA: I'm literally married to a country boy who used to raise and ride horses and build fences and all that good stuff so I'm speaking from a place of loving a real country gentleman 🤭❤️

Country Kirishima! Who you meet at the Tractor supply while picking up top soil for your flower beds. He's grabbing feed for his chickens and notices you struggling to get the large bags off the high shelf. All 6'4" of him in his worn cowboy boots strides over and politely asks if you need any help before grabbing the bags easily and putting them in your cart

Country Kirishima! Who's all sun bronzed skin and smiles as he asks you what your plans are for your flower garden, giving suggests on which mulch and fertilizer to use, and the native flowers in the area that bees love. Who helps you out by loading the bags into your trunk for you with "It's no problem, who'd pass up the opportunity to help a pretty lady" when you thank him.

Country Kirishima! Who you run into again at the farmers market a few days later, smiling so big when you come up to say hi while he's buying honey. You both get into a conversation at first about how your garden is coming along and then it morphs into just talking about your lives. What he does for a living, what kinds of animals he has, him showing you funny pictures and videos of his six chickens who he calls "his ladies", the asshole goat he deals with but loves. After an hour of you two walking around the market and then finally heading to your cars you feel like you've known him your whole life.

Country Kirishima! Who as soon as you turn your car on after you bid your goodbyes is racing back to tap on your window, leaning down with a thick arm against the edge of your door to ask with red cheeks that almost match his hair if you might want to go out with him that night. Grinning so wide while you write your number on his honey receipt cause he left his phone in his truck across the lot. Sending you off with kiss to your knuckles and a "pick you up at five sweet cheeks".

Country Kirishima! Who's at your door at five on the dot, a heavy knock on your door and wild flowers gripped nervously in his hand, a soft "mama always said pretty ladies deserve pretty flowers". Who had raced home to wash his old truck and make sure there wasn't a stitch of dirt or dust anywhere after the market (he wouldn't tell you that though and also his stomach had been in nervous knots all day)

Country Kirishima! Takes you to the "best burger joint this side of the river" to quote his excitement and then to his buddy Denki's bar for beer and dancing. He's spinning you on the dance floor until your seeing double and buying beers until your face is flushed. Being the ever respectful gentleman even as you get a bit more bold, linking your arms around his neck and swaying just a bit closer to his toned body. "Easy there little lady" he murmurs in a rough tone just barely concealing the lusty feelings burning through his veins and only heightening yours, "let's get you home yeah?".

Country Kirishima! Who only had two beers and takes you home with a giant moonlit smile, helps you step from his truck and walks you to the front door, telling you he had the best time and that he wants to see you again. Tomorrow if you'd let him. You nod eagerly (maybe too eagerly once you think about it alone later) and tell him to come back for breakfast and fresh squeezed orange juice, even suggesting slyly that he stays the night with you. He just chuckles and shakes his head, "that wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me sweetheart, but I'll be back with the sunrise" tilts your head up with a calloused hand and asks if he can kiss you.

Country Kirishima! Who tastes like beer and sunshine and something that makes your heart flutter against your ribs. Oh no, you might be in love with him.

[heartinhyacinth]

Please read fully if possible.

For a brief moment, I was unsure about sharing this here. Then I remember the scene from TGCF between Xie Lian and a farmer from Yushi Huang’s kingdom.

“If I am causing trouble for the rain master, I will not pester any further.”

However, the farmer said, “why won’t you pester? Because it’s shameful? This is about the survival of your {kingdom}—shouldn’t you pester us to death? Is it so hard to lower yourself and ask?”

Then I remember Hua Cheng. To watch your beloved in pain with your own eyes and be unable to do anything—that’s the worst suffering in the world.

The doctors, as well as I, strongly suspect cancer. Amputation was recommended as pretty much the only option to reduce pain, but there lies the risk that the cancer has metastasized to her chest or throughout other areas of her body. We cannot afford to do both. If we take more X-rays and find out it hasn’t spread, we cannot afford to amputate her paw before it does. If we do not check if it has spread, we may go into debt and put her through more suffering only for it to be too late for amputation to help much anyway. We would not be able to afford any more treatment after that.

If you had asked me before what the worst pain of my life was, I’d have said something along the lines of suspected gastroparesis or the time I had to get surgery for a badly infected ingrown toenail when I was thirteen—nitroglycerin was sprayed on my toe as a numbing agent before a needle as thick as spaghetti was inserted into it and a quarter of my nail was removed nearly all the way up to the joint.

However, If you’d ask me today what the worst pain of my life was, it would be this. If you’d ask me a week from now, it would be this. If you’d ask me in a year, though perhaps as soon as even a month, I fear it would be something far worse.

She is in pain and action needs to be taken as soon as possible. This world thrives on insisting upon every chance imaginable that money and independence should live as the core themes of humanity. So far, it is getting its way about the ‘money’ part. I ask that it does not about the ‘alone’ part.

Her name is Lily. She is the friendliest cat you will ever meet in your entire life. She does not care if you are a human, a dog, a cat, or even a rock—she will love you. She sleeps in my jacket when it’s cold. She lays on my face. She sits on wrapping paper like the gift that she is. She loves bread and tortillas and cheese. She sticks her head in my water glass when I’m not looking. She bosses around her best friend—a cat twice her size that everyone else is scared of. She cuddles with her and sleeps with her head tucked in the crook of her neck. She sticks her whiskers up my nose when I’m sad and makes me laugh and licks my tears away. She sits on my shoulder like a bird. She sleeps between my arms with her head on my pillow next to mine. She walks on the piano and plays music. She loves kisses more than air itself and perks up when she knows they’re coming. She cuddles up so close to me I always say it’s like she’s trying to crawl inside my mouth. She purrs more than she doesn’t. She is sassy and will bite your nose or your toes if you put them by her. She looks at me like I’m her entire world and she is mine. She’s my bright-eyed girl who was happy from the moment she arrived.

She is my child. She is my best friend. She is in pain.

This world says her life is not worth it if I cannot pay. This world will not compromise.

This world says If I cannot do it, I am alone. I am asking you to be the compromise. I am asking you to say this is not our world. I can’t do this alone.

Anything at all is appreciated more than you can ever know. Even if all you’re able to do right now is share this ❤️

[theeccentricraven]

The 15th Day of Writemas🎅🎄🤶🍒🤍

Another merry day of Writemas is here! Thank you @agirlandherquill for setting up this tag game/writing prompt/writer challenge for the holidays ❤️To find the rules of this tag, go to the invitation post. Today on Day 15 I chose the setting prompt "A stage". I figured I would use it to rewrite this scene from my YA Dystopia The Blood Cleaners. I was able to greatly improve this scene from the previous version. 👩‍💻

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Miriam’s gig was a family lounge. The tables and chairs were mostly filled by surfacer families. Administrators wore suits and dresses. Accountants and operations agents dressed in “business casual” attire. Some wore the surfacer version of uniforms for law enforcement officers, teachers, doctors, and couriers. Their children wore no uniforms, clad in jeans and cotton t-shirts.   

Justin quickly noticed the difference between the warm, homely surface lounge from the cold, rusty tunnel lounges. He sat in a booth with Elena and Joselyn. They were a peculiar group in the crowd, no doubt perking curiosity over the two tunnel street cleaners and farmer girl. 

A skinny dark-haired man sat at a piano, playing a few folk tunes. He entertained the first hour as the patrons ordered their dishes. When the servers had served most of the patrons, the piano music stopped. The pianist stood up and held a microphone. 

“Hey, mis amigos! We’ve got a new dancer here tonight. You’re sure to love her!”

Miriam’s wobbly feet walked on the stage . She wore the lounge singer uniform for a girl her age - a pink dress with puffy sleeves and a skirt that went down to her knees. Her brown ringlets fell to her shoulders. Her feet fit in rhinestone covered pink slippers. The patrons applauded. Miriam looked down, hiding her blushing.

She turned her eyes to the booth where Elena, Justin, and Joselyn sat. Elena put her hands to her lips. Justin smiled and waved. He gave a thumbs up and mouthed, “You’ve got this.”

Miriam put on her grin and curtseyed. 

The pianist played the familiar tune of Corpa’s anthem. Miriam skipped on her feet and let out her tap dancing skills. She sang.

“We weep the tears of the wrongs we carry,

By our ancestors long ago. 

In the cruel wasteland there's a light of hope,

By the hands closing over our sorrow.

Our fathers break the chains,

Freeing us from pain,

Destroying misery and woe.

We build a new life,

Free from angst and strife,

Where the fathers would have us go.

May Corpa be a land of prosperity,

Kept by the hands of our fathers.

They give much to us and so we give back,

By our sacrifices and our labors.

Our fathers break the chains,

Freeing us from pain,

Destroying misery and woe.

We build a new life,

Free from angst and strife,

Where the fathers would have us go.”

She ended with her arms open wide. 

The patrons applauded. 

Miriam smiled as she skipped off the stage to backstage.

Elena’s face was bright, possibly because of the bowl of chicken soup, but Justin could tell Miriam impressed her mother.

“All of that practice paid off,” Elena said. 

“She’s good,” said Joselyn as she cut her chicken. “How often will she work here?”

“Once a week,” Elena explained. “She still has to go to school when it’s in session and work as a cleaner, but she will get to perform here every Saturday night. Possibly a couple of other nights when school is not in session.”

“I hope she doesn’t work too much,” Joselyn said. 

“I would never let her,” said Elena. “Between Miriam at this joint and Justin as a blood cleaner, we’ll make end’s meet, but I don’t want to lose either of you in the process.”

“Hey,” Justin spoke up, “Miriam knows what she’s doing and so do I. Not to mention, working at this joint will help her score entertainment positions in the aptitudes. She could get here full time.”

Joselyn rolled her eyes. “Unless the Fists say they don’t need any more entertainers.”

 “She’ll prove herself,” Justin said confidently.

“It won’t matter,” Joselyn said, looking down at her food. “Only they can choose her future. They won’t let it be what she wants if it’s not in the best interest of Corpa.”

Justin leaned over to Joselyn’s ear and whispered. “Jos, be careful what you say in a place like this. Someone could hear you.”

She whispered in his ear. “I’m far from what the law calls usurpation. People complain about the Fists all of the time.”

“You’ve heard the horror stories,” Justin added. “I’d never sing the anthem unless I get paid like Miriam, but if things stay as they are, they won’t get worse.”

“I know it could be worse,” Joselyn whispered back. “I don’t think we need to use that to dismiss when the Fists fall short of the promises they make in that anthem.”

“I hear you,” said Justin, “but they’re not our ancestors who dropped the bombs and they keep the lils from consuming this place.”

“Have they really helped with that?” Joselyn said quietly. “Or are they taking credit for our work?”

Justin  shrugged. “I don’t know Jos. It’s just….I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Joselyn smirked. “Jus, you worry so much about me. I should be worried about you.” She sipped her drink of cola while eyeing him.

“Hey,” Justin said grinning, “we’ll go break the rules on our own time.”

“Now, Jus! Shhhhhhhhhh!” she put her fingers to her lips.

Elena cocked an eyebrow as she looked up from her plate. “What are you two talking about?”

“Nothing,” Justin snickered as Joselyn chuckled under her breath.

Miriam walked up to the table. Her dress and smile glimmered under the ceiling lights.

“Miriam!” Justin declared. “You rocked!”

Joselyn clapped. Elena opened her arms. Miriam hugged her.

“I'm so proud of you,” Elena said. “I wish Deirdre were here to see you.”

“I feel like Deirdre is here, Mamá,” Miriam said.

“Oh, I feel the same,” Elena said as her tears fell to Miriam’s shoulders.

Justin looked around, wondering if any of the teachers nearby would step up to remind that spirits and ghosts don't exist. Miriam stepped up to him with arms extended. He opened his arms as she hugged him.

“Thank you big brother,” she said as she dug her face in his shoulder.

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[yandere-paramour]

Vivien as an Herbalist

Vivien lives in a medium-sized apartment with a porch, and he has made it his own. Most of the porch is covered in raised garden beds, tiered planters, and hanging baskets, leaving a very small area for him to kneel and garden. 

Inside the apartment, he has an indoor greenhouse for the more delicate plants. It has screen windows and no less than 12 shelves. Last Christmas, he decided to splurge and get a hydroponic garden that can grow food year-round. Vivien doesn’t much like vegetables, but the lure of growing his own green onions, bok choy, and strawberries was too much to ignore.

Vivien mostly grows edible or medicinal plants. Flowers are lovely, and there is a special place in his heart for them, but he works with flowers all day at work. At the end of the day, Vivien only wants to come home, check on his plants, and eat some fresh herbs. That is, until he meets his Darling.

In addition to simply cooking and eating them, Vivien also makes use of his plants in a different way. Herbal teas, syrups, extracts, ointments; If Darling needs it, Vivien will to anything to give it to them.

Joints aching? Vivien has a balm made of fresh Eucalyptus he made himself, and if you want he’ll apply it for you. Feeling anxious and need a relaxing hot bath before bed? Vivien has a blend of lavender, chamomile, and valerian root to put in, and he’ll give you a nice massage after. Darling is struggling with stomach cramps? Vivien can easily whip up a honey cake with a lemon balm and rosemary glaze and feed it to you. 

Whenever Darling is sick, Vivien is perfect. All the herbs are perfect for flavoring a soup, and he will personally ensure you take a spoonful of echinacea & elderberry syrup three times a day in addition to whatever modern medication the doctors have prescribed.

Some weekends, Vivien will wake up early and head to the local farmer’s market. He has a small booth that he mans for a few hours, selling his more “legal” concoctions for a little extra cash. Don’t worry, he keeps Darling’s sedatives and muscle relaxants hidden. For their safety, of course.

Vivien’s plants are one of the most important things to him, second only to his precious Darling.

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Trick Or Treat! 🧡

i was thinking about what we talked about the other night where someone overheard the deadbeat dad speech and then just kept running into them through the years and so here's a really shortened version of a 5 + 1ish type fic that isn't really a fic as much as 6 little blurbs that might get expanded on to be a real fic some day.

it's buck/tommy in the end but if you really wanna you can read it as buddietommy.

Max tries to make it a point not to listen in on other conversations in public. It is not their business if some couple is fighting about what brand of mustard to get or whether or not there's nutritional value in - wait what - nevermind. Max immediately forgets their own rule, because the firefighter is now yelling at the man with cat laxatives about abandoning their son. This just actually got interesting.

The next time Max sees the two men, the firefighter is out of uniform, and he's meeting the other man at a coffee shop. There's a kid walking next to him, about 8 or 9 with glasses and and a wide smile, and the other man crouches down happily. It looks like at least he's decided not to be such a deadbeat, anyway. Max is happy the kid has both of his dads back.

It's been years since Max has even thought about the two men. In fact, they don't even realize who it is at first. They're bickering over something, and Max is sent back to a day in a grocery store years ago. But the man with the darker hair rolls his eyes fondly and smiles over at his...partner? ex? in a way that doesn't feel like they're still fighting. It feels like there's something going on there again.

Max does not know why they ended up at this stupid karaoke bar, but suddenly they're being pushed along by their friends and they're moving to a new venue which turns out to be a hotel room. They have no idea who's throwing this party or who it's for and then they look at the DJ booth and see two familiar faces, surrounded by drag queens, working the booth. Suddenly, they just don't question anything. Of course those two men are involved.

The next time Max sees Brown Eyes' partner, he's not with Brown Eyes. He's with another man, a larger man, broad and attractive in a very different way than the man she's used to seeing Old Blue with. (Listen, they don't know their names. They have to do something). They assume this must be a friend of theirs when he leans over and kisses Old Blue right on the lips. The last time Max saw the two men, they'd been throwing what really felt like a joint bachelor party. They remember why they try to stay out of everyone's business.

+1. The next time Max sees the men, they're all together. They're at a farmers market on a saturday morning. Brown Eyes and The Other Man(TM) are walking behind Old Blue while he jumps from stall to stall and just keeps turning around to ramble at them. The two keep looking at each other and fondly sighing or rolling their eyes to each other, but Old Blue doesn't even notice. He seems so wrapped up in looking at everything. And yeah, Max doesn't get it. They really need to stay out of everyone's business.

[sandwormrp]

Doomsday Harvest

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Xenn Awendlay (OC) 1,627 words

OOC Note: In this AU, Feyd won the duel against Paul, but did not accept (or was not offered) the fiefdom of Arrakis, nor was he offered Irulan's hand. House Harkonnen had been weakened by the expenses of the now-dead Baron Vladimir in their ambush of the Atreides, and in their terrific losses to Paul's Fremen. The Emperor saw no reason to reward such failures, even though Feyd was inheriting them and had saved his Imperial life. Instead, Arrakis was given over to the Fenrings, and Caladan granted to Feyd as a second planet to Giedi Prime. Our story follows Feyd, and his encounters with Xenn, a rice farmer who is a part of the peasantry of the planet Caladan, and a direct descendant of Pongi/Pundi rice harvesters spanning back centuries. Hard-working with a blue-collar mindset, she is regularly aloof and stoic in nature yet can be smart-mouthed and prone to misplaced confidence in situations that do not ask for it, perhaps unconsciously seeking the odd thrill in a lifetime of promised labour. Check out the link:Xenn Awendlay for this OC's character bio. Logjam and I looked over this Joint Posting together! Credit to Logjam for the original Alternate Universe idea and inspiring me in writing this!

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Nimble fingers worked with practiced precision over the tops of thick green rice stalks, checking...inspecting. Xenn weaved through the crops, searching for stalks that were no longer green in colour and were a rich golden brown at the top. The tops holding what was called seedheads. That is how one would know the rice was ready to be harvested. This particular batch in the various rice fields scattered across Caladan, stretching over the evergreen hills, was Pongi rice. A Caladan delicacy. The two most profitable food sources of the land, Pundi and Pongi rice grain, had filled the bellies of the Caladanians seemingly since the very birth of the planet. That is what the elders whisper, at least.

Too bad the ones who cultivated the lands from the inside out wouldn't see the majority of the earned Solari.

Castle Caladan, which straddled the crashing waves of the oceanic coastline, was about 600-700 yards away from the rice fields and from the small wooden homes the peasants lived in. The Castle controlled much of everything. No matter which House resided within the stacked old stone walls and claimed rule at that designated time, the nobles of said House handled the percentages of where the Solaris profits went. It seldom left the farmers with heavy pockets. If a lord was kind, you may see more than a handful of days of relaxation and leisure throughout the year. The peasantry traded their services to wealthy nobles in exchange for military protection, food, drink, and shelter. They would never go hungry. The economy depended on their work, and as such, heavy labour is to be expected to meet the needs of distribution. Their previous ruler, the honourable late Duke Leto Atreides, was a fair and kind leader and would offer the odd luxury every now and then. Count Fenring, named "Siridar-Absentia" of Caladan, who was granted temporary stead by The Emperor Shaddam, was by no means horrible but had also not been doting on the peasants with open arms and generosity. In fact, he had been gone quite some time to The Emperor's Hutment on Arrakis following the announcement of the Battle of Arrakeen. A much loyal companion or errand boy to Emperor Shaddam, The Count would come when called. The gossip that was circling around the peasants on the events in Arrakis currently had been a mixed bag of information, so Xenn could not rely on it for what was truth and what was not.

The stinging chirp of the cicadas is heard in the warm environment of the farmland. A musical melody that Xenn has grown accustomed to hearing in a day's work. That all of the peasantry had grown accustomed to hearing, signifying the beginning of their working hours, calling upon the scorching yellow sun to slowly rise up through the horizon, over the trees, making its way up to halt in the centre of the sky and beat down, baking into the skin of the rice-harvesters.

But it was a pleasing sound, nonetheless.

Xenn could not deny that. Her bronze complexion took the sun's rays easily, her wrists gliding over the green seedheads, still searching for one golden in colour. She paused to brush her fertilizer-soiled hand through her raven locks, the choppy bangs sticking to her forehead, the pieces of hair falling messily over her cheekbones, curling just under her earlobes. Short, with athleticism in mind. Her deep brown, nearly black, almond-shaped eyes flickered over to a golden stalk head popping through the greenery.

Finally.

With a jump in her step, she passed through the crowd of harvesters holding countless zones along the spaced-out rows of the rice field. 

As she reached the ripened seedhead, a gruff, deep, almost macabre voice seemed to burst through the damp soil, disrupting everyone's flow, everyone's roll. Perturbed, she took in the workers expressions around her, watching as some gawked, freezing. Others darted their heads rapidly back and forth, leaning into their neighbouring worker to chatter in disbelief and then back to...

There. In her peripheral.

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen.

So that means the other half of the rumours were true, then. The ones that spoke that the Harkonnen was somehow granted Caladan. But how so, and why? Is this why The Count was gone for so long? Had Muad'dib truly fallen? Another rumour had claimed Paul Atreides had overtaken Shaddam and the Sardaukar army. The peasants' gossip could only speculate on unfinished wars. Its value could only carry so far.

We should have been informed of this beforehand, just like the rest of them. We SHOULD have a right to know who could rule over us.

But they were continuously kept in the dark. After all, low-borns had no reason to be included in these discussions.

Feyd-Rautha was standing with his arms clasped behind his back, almost regal, but exuding casual authority, his jet-black, armoured legs widened in a comfortable stance. His sharp, unforgiving stare locked onto the Burgomeister, who oversees the day-to-day management of the farmlands.

Xenn let a hushed curse fall from her lips, now grasping the ripened head of the rice stalk with renewed force. As she picked at the seeds, she could only hear the rough rumbles that came from his chest, still a good distance away. Camouflaging herself slightly behind the tall crops, she strained her ears to hear the conversation he was having with their Burgomeister. She could see some sort of entourage waiting dutifully behind Feyd-Rautha in the grass, stone-faced and armed.

When did they arrive? Last night? Before sunrise?

That was the only plausible explanation.

"...of course, my Lord Baron, I wasn't expecting you!" The Burgomeister's nervous chuckles were heard clearly. "It is an absolute privilege to have you joining the harvesters this afternoon—"

"Spare me." Feyd-Rautha grunted roughly, silencing the man's cheery ramble. "Why have you not converted to machinery yet?"

"My Lord Baron, I assure you, the harvesters know these lands; they have been doing this for centuries, they hold the most valuable knowledge for the best areas of cultivation—"

The Burgomeister's voice dies in his throat when he spots Feyd-Rautha's gloved fist twist two ripened stalks in one hand, bending them backwards, squeezing the heads as it crackles under the ebony gauntlet adorning his fist, the material crushing the plants. He bent the rice stalks far back enough to reveal the frightened faces of two younger men. 

Xenn took note of the mischief in his deep, blue eyes. The way his pupils expanded at the sight of their fear, the way he flashes his black pit of a mouth into an enthusiastic smile, plump lips opening wide to reveal two rows of blackened, midnight teeth.

A rare Harkonnen custom used by some, not all, on Geidi Prime, reserved for flexing status, wealth, beauty...

"Boys." He addressed, prompting the two of them to gaze up at him with widened eyes, his raspy tone ending in a high hilt. "Do you truly believe you are faster than a machine?" 

She falters slightly at the sight of his ghoulish appearance, his porcelain skin, hairless dome stark white, bright and blinding amongst the sun-kissed skin of the common folk.

He didn't belong. A ghost in the hemisphere. How he, an alien, non-native, commanded the space so easily, was disturbing.

Of the two men, a sandy blonde, tanned man parts his mouth open to speak, stammering as he peers at him with pleading brown irises. "W-w-well, my Lord, I feel that we—"

Feyd simply walks off, letting the husks whip back into the boys' faces as he hums, a heavy, throaty sound. His dismissive action made some of the peasants watching the ordeal ogle the scene in shock, meekly lowering their eyes when he saunters by them with a slow swagger. Others, out of his direct line of sight, seethe, burning their disgust into his back with hate-filled, hard stares. A dark cape attached to the ridges of his armoured shoulders follows behind him.

Xenn shares their sentiments, the disrespectful action shaking up something inside of her. Yet she retreats her narrowed, fixated eyes as he passes, her face neutral as she steadily picks up her pace, piling the seeds into the frayed, unbuckled satchel strapped to her leg. It wouldn't be wise to blatantly glare unprovoked, no matter how much his sneering, proud face asked as much. She tries to focus on the whistling tune of a small blue jay, perched upon a large branch jutting out from a tree a few yards away, the sing-song calls bouncing from all directions.

When the Burgomeister allows us our break, I should like to go for a swim near the coastline, it's much too humid—

Suddenly, a distinct and familiar yelp cracks through the atmosphere, snapping her out of her attempt at distraction.

Mother.

Out of pure instinct, not understanding what had transpired, Xenn's heels dig into the damp soil below, knocking a flagon of water over in the process as she launches herself forwards, towards the sound, her head spinning.

"Ahh, right at my feet, the best spot to cultivate, woman?" She hears his taunting, grovelling tone, dripping with condescension, making her heart pick up against her ribcage in concern as she jumps through the stalks, dodging the awestruck farmers, all leering at the sight of Feyd-Rautha's current position.

As Xenn draws nearer, a familiar black braid encases her vision, her mother's hunched-over form cowering under him, eye-level with Feyd-Rautha's gleaming, black boots. Seeds of rice grain have been dumped over his boots, her mother muttering incoherently, rocking at his feet, hands raised.

In a rush of confusion and anger, she lurches, dirt flying into the air, skidding up to him just a few feet away, before letting her voice rip through the skies. "STOP!"

Continued on our jcink rp!