#lemon-lime-sinful-time

[frenchfrey69]

A test from god

(Part 1/2)

☆ Pairing: Priest! Gerard way X fem!Reader

☆ Warnings: sex. Inaccurate description of how the church works (sorry)

☆ Word count: 1056

☆ Citrus scale: somewhere in between a lemon and a lime

☆ A/N: I got this idea from a c.ai bot. So if it sounds familiar that’s why. (Their c.ai user is @lilibsrxz )

Sure living in a big city is fun when you’re 22 and just having fun. But when you’re 29, almost 30, it’s really just stressful and exhausting. You decided to move to a small town in Jersey. Small enough to where nearly everyone knew each other. Small enough to where you were acquainted with the whole town within a month of living there. There was one man you met. He was a priest for the local church. Everyone in town knew them, and all the things about him.

He wasn’t a traditional priest. He smoked, he cursed, he got drunk, and he was surprisingly woke for a priest. He often spoke about his progressive ideas during his sermons. However he did stay true to his vows of celibacy. Which was just about the only traditional thing about him.

But with each passing day it felt harder and harder to for him to stay true to his vows. He had found himself falling for you despite having only met you a few times in the past month or so. He often found himself crying at the thought that he couldn’t have you. And he would beg and plead for forgiveness whenever his body would have reactions at the thought of you. It felt like god had sent you to him as a way to test him.

It was about three pm on a Saturday. You were bored and decided to give your little priest friend a visit. You enter the church to see Gerard at the very front of the church praying and muttering something while standing at the podium. After a minute or two he noticed you and smiled softly.

“Oh my! Y/n stepping into my church! What a world we live in!”

He spoke in a teasing tone as he stepped down from the podium.

“Well good afternoon to you too, Father Way. I just came to talk for a little.”

“You couldn’t just call or text me?”

“I was bored. I wanted to come see you.”

You were flirting. You knew you were. You weren’t sure if he had feelings for you. But the occasional flirting was a good way to test the waters. And it seemed to be going well, judging by his face which now had blush across his face.

“Y/n you’re playing with fire here.”

He said stepping very close to you, close enough to easily touch you. He wasn’t much taller, probably just a few Inches taller than you.

“Oh cmon Gerard! Don’t act all tough or dangerous. We both know you’re sweet under all that.”

“You know me too well, love..”

The little pet name slipped out by accident but you certainly didn’t take it like that.

“You love me?” You asked softly looking up at him. that teasing look you had melting away.

He looked at you, a little surprised that your expression had so quickly changed. He matched the same serious expression.

“Yeah…I do. I really love you…I don’t care if it’s blasphemous! I don’t feel bad or guilty for my blasphemous words.”

You stared up at him with wide eyes. You wanted to kiss him. But would that not be incredibly sinful? You don’t care you can’t hold it any longer, you kiss him without another word. He kissed back knowing it was wrong. Fully. But, it felt incredible. You pull away after a few moments.

“I know you’re supposed to be celibate….but I love you so much.”

“Don’t apologize…come with me into my office, I wouldn’t want anyone to see us.”

He took your hand and carefully walked you into his office. He shut the door behind the two of you, before pushing you against the wall gently. He then resumed kissing you, soaking up every second. He was getting very caught up in the moment with you. His hands going all over your body. His hands occasionally slip between your thighs. He was a mess, god he’s dreamed about this for so long. He parted the kiss as he started gently slipping his hands into your panties.

“You sure you want this, love?”

All you could do is nod and whine pathetically. Everything was perfect, the man of your dreams having you pinned up against the wall ready to take you. Break his celibacy just for You. You lean your head back ready for him to touch you, just to be interrupted by a knock on the door. Gerard pulled away, taking his hand out of your pants.

“Stay quiet, my love. Don’t make a sound, okay?”

You nodded and straightened out your clothes and fixed your hair as Gerard opened the door. The first thing Gerard saw was Father Anthony; he was essentially the head priest. And he seemed suspicious of Gerard.

“Father…” Gerard managed to choke out softly.

“Mr. Way I’ve been looking for you, care to tell me what you’re doing in here?”

Before Gerard could even think of an answer you spoke up, gently going into Father Anthony’s field of view.

“He was simply helping me with my prayers. I’m new to the church, and Father Way was helping me out.”

“With the door shut? Do you understand how inappropriate that sounds?”

“I’m sorry… we were just discussing private matters.”

“Private matters?”

“Yes Father Anthony. If you must know, we were talking about my late husband…Gerard was helping me pray for him.”

You were lying your ass off, and you and Gerard both knew it. However, Father Anthony seemed to believe all of it. He looked at you with a sad and sympathetic look

“Ah I see. I’m terribly sorry to hear that my dear child. May he stay safe in god's kingdom…”

“It’s alright father Anthony. He’s safe now. I greatly apologize if Gerard and I accidentally broke any rules of the church…”

“It’s alright. I understand the burden of grief can be a lot on one’s shoulders. You’re forgiven my child. Mr. Way, I'll leave you to it.”

Father Anthony nodded and left the room. Gerard then shut the door letting it click. You let out a sigh of relief.

“That was really scary.”

“Yeah…that was very close, I’m sorry my love it’s all my fault.”

“It’s alright baby…we probably just shouldn’t be doing that here anyway. Besides, I'd much rather take you in bed…”

[echo-the-artist]

Finally getting around for a sequel to this post

I'd imagine there are some points where Sonic and Tails stop showing each other cursed images for a few weeks or months depending on schedules, missions and motivation, neither of them acknowledge their food atrocities, and no one still knows why they abuse their cooking skills, no one can get proper answers out of them.

Until either Sonic, or Tails commits a crime in the kitchen and the cycle starts over again

The first time it happened, Amy thought Sonic and Tails finally gave up on the multiple food sins, it really gets out of hand sometimes. At first, it was just beans being poured into places beans shouldn't be and now it's just unhinged (No amount of bleach can ever wipe the memory of the chilli pickle)

It's all quiet until she hears Sonic audibly gag in the other room while Tails has the widest, most maniacal grin she's ever seen him have.

She manages to catch a brief glimpse of his phone and saw what Tails had sent.

You know that Vanilla extract meme from a while back, the poll that started the whole thing leading to that wonderful picture? That's what Tails did. It was nothing but sludge and a very heartbreaking sight for Amy.

In retaliation against the sludge, Sonic sent a picture of Top Ramen with marshmallows poured into it, followed by whipped cream, chocolate sauce and sprinkles like it's a fucking sundae

Both Sonic and Tails have been banned from cooking at any of their friends' kitchens since they started this but it hasn't helped at all because of all the live in labs Tails has, that and they don't even need to cook. Sometimes simply having access to anything remotely edible is enough. Tails once received a picture of a lemon or lime with a bite taken out of it. The fruit wasn't peeled or cut (though it would have been just as cursed), Sonic straight up bit through the peel

Vanilla herself doesn't want Cream to be exposed to the atrocities that has been described by Amy.

Sonic and Tails technically aren't banned from cooking at Vanilla's house, they don't dare to.

[imagines--galore]

20 (reader being the one dying), loki laufeyson, sfw (smut/lemon/lime wise)

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple mission. So how had it all gone so wrong? Pairing: Loki x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+. Romance. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Mention of blood and near death so be warned folks. A/N: YAS! Finally! I Loki prompt! Thank you for sending it in! Also can someone say absolute devastation :3

"All clear on my end." You spoke into the comm as you gave one final cursory glance around the room before exiting. "All is well here." His voice sounded in your ear as well as from next to you. You looked up to where Loki was exited the room next to the one you had been checking. He fell into step beside you as you heard Natasha reply on the other end.

"Everything looks good from here." Natasha said from where she was monitoring from the jet. "Alright, you two head on back. I'll call Cap and tell him this mission was a bust. Probably a false lead." With that the comm went silent.

"So, how does it feel? Being in the field as an Avenger?" You asked your partner, prompting him to glance at you form the corner of his eyes, before turning his gaze to the front once more. "So long as I do not have to wear the symbol I shall be fine." He as talking about the Avengers Symbol you had very recently added to your uniform. You were proud of your status as an Avenger. It meant you were a symbol of hope for those who were oppressed or in danger.

You had explained the meaning of it to Loki ages ago.

Perhaps he thought he still did not deserve to be see as such. Not when he had wreaked havoc and disaster on Midgard a few years ago. Even though he had been under mind control, he still thought he was at fault. That he should have fought harder against the puppeteer.

You, however, begged to differ.

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Ever since he had been banished to Midgard to atone for his sins by Odin, you had seen just how much he regretted the destruction he had caused.

Unintentionally but still people blamed him.

Odin had sent him here to help. To be a part of the Avengers like his brother and fight the good fight. Keep the people of Earth safe. Odin had put a damper on his abilities and while in essence he was an immortal, he could get hurt. The Avengers had not been happy about the situation. Somehow, Thor had been able to convince them that it would be helpful to have someone on their side who had intimate knowledge about the being behind the Chitauri.

And Tony, ever the person to one-up everyone around him, had stated that if they were going to allow Loki into the mix, then it would do the Avengers good to have some other members as well.

And so you had been initiated into the Avengers.

And since you had no prior history with Loki, you hadn't seen anything wrong with befriending him.

Or trying to.

At first Loki had been hell bent on being rude to everyone who spoke to him and generally being unpleasant to be around. However, you had persisted. And soon even his lonely self hadn't been able to fight off his desire to at least have someone he could call a friend on Earth.

That had been the first step, and slowly he had begun to form some form of acquaintanceship with the rest of the Avengers. There was certainly no deep conversations had between him and the rest of them, but at least the urge to kill had receded. Somewhat.

And during that time, you had been shocked to discover that you were falling for the Asgardian.

Then again, maybe the realization should've come sooner. Given how you would spend a lot of time together when neither of you had any other engagements, but when it came to your emotions concerning Loki?

They were a little difficult to categorize.

It had taken a little while before you realized the true extent of your feelings for him. And even though you knew you had them, there was nothing you could do about it.

He saw you as a friend. Nothing more.

Which sucked, but you weren't about to jeopardize your friendship with him for the sake of your feelings.

So you stayed silent.

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You were on your first mission with him, and so far it had been going well.

Then again, maybe you shouldn't have even thought that.

Because at that very moment multiple figures appeared from various dark corners of the room you and Loki were going over. "We might be a little Nat. We got company." You spoke into the comm as your body dropped into a fighting stance. Beside you Loki stepped a little in front of you, as if intent on shielding you.

Of course, you could handle yourself.

But just knowing that he wanted to keep you out of harm's way was enough to make you roll your eyes at him in a fond manner.

"Lets see how many of them we can each take down." You challenged, prompting Loki to smirk as a pair of twin daggers appeared in his hands. "As you Midgardians say: Its on."

It was almost as if the both of you had rehearsed it. Every punch, dagger swipe, kick, dodge was in perfect synchronicity. You watched his back, while he kept yours safe. You were a team.

But more then that, you were protecting the man you loved. It didn't matter that those feelings were not reciprocated. You knew the truth of your feelings as well as the depth of them.

You threw a roundhouse kick, catching the last of your opponents in the jaw and sending him flying back. Landing on your feet your eyes found Loki. He was fighting off two assailants at once. And since that required his full attention, he did not see one of the already downed attackers pull out a dagger.

But you did. The weapon seemed to gleam in the dim light of the room. Your eyes widened in horror as the attacker pulled his arm back and-

"Loki watch out!"

You saw the dagger flying, saw it cutting through the air towards Loki's still turned back.

Thunk!

Loki pivoted on his feet, his eyes widening at the sight that greeted him.

You were there.

You were standing there.

You were standing where the dagger had been a mere second ago.

The dagger which was now embedded in the middle of your back.

His horrified eyes met your terrified eyes. A broken gasp fell from your trembling lips before your body shuddered. You jerked forward. His arms shot out to catch your limp body.

"Y/n!"

His voice sounded just as horrified as he looked. Pain radiated from your back spreading through your chest until every nerve in your body screamed with the pain. You felt Loki shift, which was followed by the sound of a body hitting the ground. Apparently he had been taking care of his would be killer, who now lay dead with a dagger in his eye.

Loki's arms wrapped around your shoulders, keeping your body up to prevent the dagger from moving or causing any further harm.

A whimpering sob fell from your lips as you tried to keep the pain at bay. "Widow! We need evacuation immediately. Y/n's hurt!" You heard Loki all but scream at Nat on the other side of the comm. Nat's voice echoed in your ear but you couldn't really understand what she was saying.

A pitiful laugh fell from your trembling lips. "Does this mean I win?" You spoke in a hoarse voice, a weak smile playing on your lips as your eyes found Loki's.

"You stupid stupid fool! Why did you do that?" He sounded so afraid. And he looked it as well. You didn't like that look in his eyes.

Raising a trembling hand you laid it against the side of his face. "Because you're worth saving Loki." You wanted to think of anything but the pain. Anything but the darkness that now beckoned you.

And speaking to Loki kept it at bay.

"My life is not worth you giving up yours Y/n." He argued back, now sounding angry. A shudder ran through your body, prompting you to press yourself closer to Loki, as you fought through the pain. He held you tighter, his face burying in your hair as yours pressed in his chest.

"Since I'm dying, can I win this argument?" You asked your voice weak. He shook his head as he cupped your head to tilt it back, allowing your eyes to meet.

"You're not allowed to die Y/n. I forbid it." He growled at you, despite the tears shining in his eyes. You only smiled sadly. "I'm sorry we didn't have more time Loki. I'm sorry I won't be there to help you anymore."

Tears fell from his eyes as he shook his head. "No, Y/n, no don't say that." Your tears of pain turned to tears of sadness, hearing the absolute torment in his voice. "And I'm sorry I didn't tell you Loki."

The darkness was starting to cloud your vision, and you could barely hold on to the light. "Tell me what?" His voice was almost desperate as he cradled you close.

"That I love you."

A final exhale of breath, before your world went dark, Loki's stricken face the last thing you saw.

And his howl of absolute anguish the final sound that echoed in your ears as you slipped into the welcoming darkness.

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The first thing you became aware of was just how heavy your body felt. As someone who went on missions almost every other week, you made sure to stay in peak condition.

So why did your entire body felt like it had been run over by a truck?!

A soft moan fell from your lips as your eyes blinked open. The unfamiliar ceiling confused your already foggy mind. Where were you?

You turned your head to the side, bleary eyes hardly making out the heart monitor machine that stood at your bedside. The steady beeping sound made sense now. You shoulder felt the most stiff of all, prompting you to raise a hand to it and let out a small groan.

"Damn."

"She's awake! She's awake!"

The sound startled you to almost jump to your feet, but your body protested too much and you fell back again.

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Later you learned it had been Thor who had cried out like that.

For the time being, you were surrounded by doctors and nurses, checking your vitals and explaining just how injured you were.

The dagger had managed to catch a few pivotal arteries and had nearly reached your heart.

Small miracles.

Though there had been significant blood loss, you were on the mend. It would take some time for you to recover completely, but at least there wasn't any permanent damage.

During your stay in the Hospital Wing of the Tower you hadn't been lonely for a second. Either the medical staff was around, or one of the Avengers.

All except Loki.

He hadn't been to visit you since you woke up and though Thor had told you how he hadn't left your side while you were in a medically induced coma, as soon as you had woken up he had disappeared.

At first you had been confused at his behavior, but as the memories of what you had thought to be your final moments started to come back, you began to feel a little queasy.

You had confessed to Loki.

You had told him you loved him while you bled out in his arms.

After saving his life.

What did it mean? Did his distance mean he did not feel the same way? Obviously he didn't feel the same way. But he could do the courtesy of coming to see you at the very least. You had saved his life.

So it was very quick that your sadness of not having him around turned to anger.

A week or so after you gained consciousness, you woke up in the middle of the night to feel a hand enveloping your own.

Normally you would have the person in a choke hold with a knife at their throat. But you recognized that silhouette, recognized the voice as it began to speak.

It was dark, so he didn't know you were awake as he spoke. "-fault that you're here. I should've been more aware of my surroundings." You had never heard him speak so softly before. "But when I'm with you, everything else simply fades into the background and all I am aware of is you."

You felt as if your heart skipped a beat. Maybe it was a good thing you weren't hooked to those monitors anymore. "It is absolutely ridiculous that I have become so dependent on you that I cannot imagine my life without you. Banishing me here was the single good thing my father has done by me." He admitted as you felt his other hand come up to brush a finger against your cheek.

It took every ounce of your strength to not shudder at the sensation.

"I hope one day I can accept your feelings for me Y/n. And I hope I can one day no longer be a coward and admit my feelings for you as well. You deserve so much better then me and I-

But you had heard enough.

Turning your palm over you grasped the hand that held yours and pulled yourself up in a sitting position. Only for you to throw the other arm out to catch s surprised Loki from the back of his head and pull him down to meet your lips.

There was initial shock on his part, but your lips were warm and insistent against his. It didn't take long for his lips to begin responding, albeit a lot more eagerly then your initial kiss. So much so that you were nearly laying on your bed once more while Loki hovered over you. One hand was still clasped within yours, fingers intertwined, while the other cupped your chin.

Finally, you both pulled away and your eyes met. You rather liked the dazed look he had as you smiled up at him. "Maybe you should leave it up to me to decide who I should love or not." You said firmly giving him one of your no nonsense expression.

He smiled in response, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear as he nodded.

"As the Lady commands."

Before fusing your lips once more in a loving embrace.

[morimakesfanart]

Lucid Dream 2024 July 21 -Amusement Park Inspection

I was going around an amusement park that was set up like a town the way Disney does it. The theme of the park was animated series I'd seen, so there was anime, and American and European cartoons referenced at the same time. As I went around I had an odd sense of superiority/ownership. I couldn't tell if it was the fact that I was Lucid dreaming so I knew I could do whatever I want, or if my place in the dream world had some type of ownership over the park. I had been set up with a scavenger hunt to help show me around the park and see all the small details. For the SH I was given a pair of 3D glasses that would be needed to see hidden messages around the park. Most of the messages were names of characters or events that were set up as statues or murals around the park. The ones I remember most clearly were the end. "Agent in the Sky" that lead me to the castle from Spy X Family. Climbing up the castle gave a great view of the park but I couldn't spot anything until I was on the way down and saw a Perry the Platypus ((Phineas and Ferb)) statue hanging outside one of the windows. The glasses revealed a message on his tail "CHILCHUCK" ((Dungeon Meshi)).

So I headed for the only bar I saw on the map -based on Quindecim from Death Parade. That whole building had rooms dedicated to characters that like drinking, so of course there was a room for Sinbad. A large sliding door cabinet for wine had a layered wooden carving of Sinbad's Focalor Full Body Djinn Equip. It was stained wood, but painted to get the tones. It was gorgeous craftsmanship.

While studying it I caught a glimpse of what I was wearing in the reflection on the window. It was pretty much the design I made for my final arc outfit in Sindria's Prophet, only with a few added flourishes. The biggest difference from my og design was that I had a jeweled broach over my heart that had peacock feathers out the top.

When I got to the bar I saw that there were characters on the coasters, and realized I had to order the right drink to get the one with Chilchuck on it. Since I'm allergic to most alcohol on the menu I ordered something I thought was the Chilchuck drink, and another that I could actually have. It was a lemon lime soda with frozen fruit sorbet pressed into gemstone shapes in a thin but tall glass with a straw. It was cute and refreshing. I'm not sure what series it was for though.

A guy that reminded me of [a friend's ex] sat next to me and started talking at me. By the way he was eyeing me I could tell he was trying to showoff or flirt. He was rambling about the making of the park and all the tech things that when into it. At least he had good taste as a fellow Simpbad and told me all about the Magi parts so I could go find those later. I was an obvious Simpbad from my outfit. But then he started mansplaining my drink choices at me, and got disrespectful of people with allergies. The asshole was going off on how I "couldn't truly appreciate Sinbad" like he could because I don't drink things I can't verify.

I was done with the scavenger hunt after that line and stood up. "You realize Sinbad isn't going to fuck you, right?"

His brow furrowed and he turned in his seat to keep facing me. "He isn't going to fuck you either! Everyone knows he's settled down now."

I rolled my eyes as I took out a shellphone and walked off. I went back to the wine room with the wood Sinbad to make my call. I called someone I knew wasn't currently in a meeting. "One of Sin's fanboys is here and pissed me off. I want to leave. Send someone to come get me and make it flashy. I want to show off who my husband is."

After a few mins one of the Sindria Company private airships flew over head and got close to the building. The side of the hull opened up and Sinbad was standing in it smiling at me. Even though I knew he couldn't hear me at that distance I still said out loud, "You didn't have to come personally, you know."

He let down a cloth rope for me to grab and pulled me up. One hand instantly wrapped around my waist to support me when I was in range. The other held onto the frame of the door. "So you want to show off your husband, huh?"

I returned his cheeky smile with my own. "Yeah."

He laughed. "Did I do a good job?"

"This is far more than enough."

He leaned down and lifted me slightly so his face was closer to mine. "Then can I get my reward?"

I used one had to stroke his cheek. "Of course." And when we kissed I used the other hand to direct a middle finger at the window of the bar.

Sinbad laughed when he caught what I was doing before finally closing the door to the ship. The kiss was definitely part of showing off.

((I laughed when I woke up at how this ended. My only regret was taking months to have the time to draw it))

[save-slot-a]

Do you have a favorite food? What's your favorite breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert? (Crowley?)

"Favorite food?" He perks up, drumming his metal fingers on his chin while the gears crank in his head, "It's hard to pick a favorite, per say. There's so much variety when it comes to food. Like are you asking my favorite dessert? Breakfast? Dinner? May as well go down the list!"

He turns around, swinging a whiteboard into view and writing down each category of food time to list his favorites as he talks.

"Okay, so for breakfast, I'm a big fan of huevos rancheros. I don't eat meat, so lo prefiero sin carne*... But pancakes are also a winner." *[I prefer it without meat]

Breakfast: Huevos Rancheros/Pancakes

"I don't always get to eat lunch with work being the way it is, but sometimes the ladies in my life take turns packing me a little bento box? Those, conceptually, are my favorite. Their secret ingredient is love~ Or MSG. Same difference really!"

Lunch: Bento Boxes ❤️

"Dinner is easier. Rachita makes a divine vegetarian stir fry. That over rice? Es lo que hace que valga la pena vivir la vida*~ Mack also makes some killer— Bad choice of words— casseroles." *[It is what makes life worth living].

Dinner: Stir Fry/Casseroles

"And for dessert... Lemon tarts. Hands down. Actually, anything with lemon or lime. Fuck, give me a ripe lime and I'll bite into the fucker and show the world what these teeth are made for!"

Dessert: Anything Lemony

He caps his marker and throws it across the room, "Hope that covers it!

[artemisbarnowl]

hi, i'm here to ask you about your citrus ranking.

what's your top five atm?

and separately, thoughts on grapefruit?

I am laying a vitamin C supplement in front of you like it's a tip. Keep the change, queen.

Tangelo is ALWAYS in the top 5 but because the season is LATE and they haven't appeared in stores yet they aren't sharing in top spot glory with Yuzu and a good Lime right now. Then comes Lemon, eureka or lisbon varieties please them meyers are EMPTY of acid, and seed extraction is a small price to pay for such stimulating additions to the kitchen.

Taking out the last top 5 spot is the baby kumquat. I did think about finger lime but it's been so long since I've had one fresh I can't remember how much I loved it compared to the others. Kumquats are when you want more zing from your mandarin, but like pistachios require you to be quite happy with multiple unshellings to be satisfied. I have yet to find a regular supply since I moved from Melbourne where my aunt has a tree.

Tangelo are what you wish a mandarin was in that the most mid tangelo is far better than a mid mandarin. They are ALWAYS juicy. And also just that bit bigger on average so feel like a good snack. Perfect size, easily segmented to share with friends (especially after they say 'that's a big mandarin' and you have to correct them immediately and then share the joys of tangelo supremacy), always juicy, and about as seedy and a mando.

Grapefruit. Look, I WANT to like them, Ive tried and tried. But the bitterness is too powerful, and too likely. The rate of negative reinforcement while snacking on a grapefruit is too high for me to continue wanting to eat a grapefruit. Processed juice is perfectly acceptable as an ingredient in cocktails or desserts or whatever. I think I might be on the sensitive side when it comes to taste and my bitterness threshold is incredibly low for someone who loves food that tastes so much all the time. So they don't go in the sin bin, I respect their grind, but we just aren't friends.

[foxinaflowerfield]

Can you imagine, a clone who has never got to be his own person? Who was born to be a biology case study and raised under the name of a boy buried in the shallow grave in the backyard. And the Drakes will never let him forget it, he's always the replaceable child. They bought a kid once, they could do it again. So Tim always has to be on top because if he isn't the best then he isn't safe.

Of course being a clone of a one of a kind magic creature has it's MANY downsides, i mean look at melty popsicle over there *gestures vaguely at the other danny clones* so I imagine this comes back to haunt Tim quite frequently. Also I imagine he would figure out who he was a clone of very quickly, as prior to him developing a personal signature his ecto would read one for one with the king and baby tim would get so many confused ghosts at his door.

Tim, staring at the Lazarus pit: ....

Underpaid League assassin: ...?

Tim, certain that the lazarus pit is speaking to him: . . . .

The pit: *the equivalent of a pool of pure emotion that's trying so hard to convince you to do sin a la snapcube* >:3

Tim: . . . . . can i have melatonin please

~~~~

Tim, in the watchtower: *reworking some of the coding as a favour for cyborg*

JLD walking past, pausing, backpedaling, staring down at him: What the fuck kid.

Tim, blink blink: uhm. I have permission?

JLD: Does Batman know your soul belongs to the royal bloodline of the beyond..?

Tim who had a vague idea that he technically counted as an heir but didn't know that meant his soul belonged to the crown...: uhm. . . ... does batman know that every single one of you have skipped your mandatory health scans?

JLD -who am i kidding the person speaking has been constantine-: fair point

~~~~~

A ghost is in gotham fucking shit up:

literally everyone(-jeanpaul and jason who have spirit/soul weapons): *struggling*

Tim, angry tired and fighting back ghost hunger: man fuck this *lunges and takes a bite out of the ghost*

The ghost: *screams* AH THE TINY ONE HAS TEETH

bats:... rr???

Tim, lost in the sauce and experiencing his very first time cannibalising another ghost: *face smeared with ecto, probably growling*

Duke, who is new here and doesnt want to seem like hes being judgy because maybe the bats are just-like-that(?) for some reason: ...so what do you think lazarus juice tastes like?

Jason: lemon lime jello

Damian: i concur

(this soo got away from me)

In which Jack & Janet Drake manage to neglect their toddler to death and have to find a replacement before the police or, god forbid, the media tears them apart.

It’s a good thing the US Government is getting rid of the GIW’s highly immoral test subjects before the JL can crack down on them.

Ha. Jokes on you, Jason.  ‘Tim’ has always been the replacement.

[telecommunikate]

9 🖤

9. Make a confession

i'm gonna level with you ... the black heart is making this feel ominous. i feel like you know what i did and are telling me to confess my sins lmao

well! here is a sin that i am unrepentant for so i don't think i'm getting absolution any time soon. my papa cannot eat grapefruit but he loves marmalade so every year i go around the neighbourhood scoping out who has oranges/lemons/limes etc and, crucially, who doesn't appear to be using them and then, in the middle of the night, i sneak out with my reusable produce bag and scissors and i go and steal enough fruit to make a batch of grapefruit free marmalade.

i am sure i could just knock on people's doors and ask them but i just genuinely enjoy the heist of it all. i plan it for weeks. i keep an eye on which trees look the most bountiful. i plan my route in advance. i am consulting the weather app. this is the most thrill i get in my life.

i'm not particularly secretive about my fruit flavoured thievery. in fact, i proudly inform every person who gets a jar of my marmalade exactly the providence of its fruit.

my dad always gets the first jar.

get to know me questions

[yhwhrulz]

Today's Daily Encounter Monday, July 8, 2024

Rooted in Christ

My Father is glorified by this: that you produce much fruit and prove to be my disciples.1

If you are blessed with a "green thumb", then you probably thrive with gardening. Watching your seeds grow into seedlings and then full-grown plants and trees that bear various kinds of fruits and vegetables. I myself have never had the privilege of seeing more than green leaves but I love seeing the fruit that others grow — especially when they share it with me! Recently, my sister and her family took to planting fruit trees and a garden, and as we enter summer, the limes and lemons, apples and avocados, are showing off. In the garden, however, the carrots are not so proud. Having been planted in shallow soil the normally long, slender vegetable has grown short and a bit, well, fat! Upon first inspection, the long greenery growing out of the soil seemed to suggest a healthy crop, so its actual growth has proved awkward!

This makes me think of Christians — you know, the ones that go to church every Sunday, and even participate in weekday activities…but that's it. They don't spend time in the Bible and so they boast plenty of "greenery", but their fruit is lacking. You see, God's Word is what helps us grow spiritually and when we plant our seeds in God's Word our roots grow deep, allowing us to bear full and healthy fruit. We can look right on the surface, but instead of boasting full grown fruit, it's shallow and "fat".

God wants us to bear fruit; full grown and healthy fruit. Jesus made this clear when He said, "By this my Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit and so prove to be my disciples" (John 15:8). But most of all, He wants us to know Him and experience Him—He wants us to develop the fruit of intimacy; rooted and growing in Him. All other fruit in our lives flows from this first fruit, and when we bear this fruit, we are fulfilling our ultimate purpose. But when we choose to live our Christianity on our own, the fruit we bear becomes stunted.

You've already accepted Christ, now spend time with Him and allow the fruit you bear come forth full and abundant, boasting that your roots are grounded deep in God's Word. No half-grown, fat fruit here!

Suggested Prayer: Dear Lord, You created me to bring forth fruit, your fruit, growing from seeds that have been rooted in You. Help me to spend time in Your Word and always abide in You. Let my fruit be a testimony of my relationship with You. In Jesus' name, Amen.

John 15:8 (CSB).

Today's Encounter was written by: Veronica B.

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[thunder-jolt]

I wonder... I'm sure some folks here know the legend of El Silbon, or The Whistling Man/The Man Who Whistles/The Whistler, right?

No? Just me? Well, too bad, because I'm bringing it up because I have an idea for a Don't Starve Together OC! (Other than my first OC, Whitney, the Jack-of-All-Trades...)

This OC is "Whistler", with his title being "The Endless" (based on El Silbon's alternative name, El Sin Fin, meaning "The Endless")

Just so you know, there's going to be some rather uh... Graphic(?) content, especially since the legend itself is rather graphic. But even if it's "just a legend", there will be some graphic stuff. Graphic bloody stuff, specifically...

(If you want to continue reading, then, uhhh... Be my guest...? Anyways, back to the post.)

Unlike the Whistling Man of the legend, all the man ever wanted was to collect bones, bones of people that already passed on. Even though he still has grudges left unfulfilled at his current stage of "life". Much like the Whistling Man in the legend, or legends, he suffered from being whipped by his grandfather, having his wounds covered in lemon juice, lime juice, spices, and alcohol to make the pain unbearable. After that, having a sack full of his father's remains placed upon his back before being cast off and chased by hungry dogs, cursed to walk the plains for all time.

So he did, he walked the plains for all time, collecting bones and whistling all the way through. Now, how he got into the Constant is a rather strange topic to discuss, as he seems not phased by the Constant but was basically dragged into it. But let's just say, since Charlie is now Queen of the realm, she could've used the same method as Maxwell did: Manipulation/Deceptive Promises, perhaps she promised Whistler a world full of bones to collect, or she just dragged him like the others. Maybe both? Other than that.

Here's what Whistler looks like, I hope you like him.

[donutwares]

I poached salmon…

Just 5 minutes in a half inch of boiling salted water, lid on. Then I made sliced herb and spice potatoes in the microwave plus some olive oil. A dish of tangy sweet honey mustard and chopped parsley to go with the delicately treated fish.

Surprise! I got the Houm fan this morning as I went on a long walk. Had to carry it back home all the way, 3.1kg of it. It’s one of the nicest things I’ve ever owned, even has a remote. Will do duty in our new living room on those muggy late afternoons.

Talked to the westerners involved in the Liew witch crisis as many so called ordinary men on the street fell easily to LiLian’s smoochy smooth talk, and her genius manipulator’s signs and wonders. What an end times it’s turning out to be.

Tomorrow, will resume my running and pushups, eat less sugary foods. I had been snacking on lemon lime conserve sandwiches.

Dad may have Covid again. We’re not sure. Yay! I’d love another round of it myself. Thanks so much, whoever made / released this virus. I don’t mind dying of it and meeting Jesus earlier. Just so fed up with life and people cheating themselves of what is effectively free salvation, freedom from the shackles of evil if not sinfulness.

[serinxo]

her eyes flicked upward at the declaration, lips curving slowly, deliberately, into something that couldn’t quite decide if it was amusement or challenge. shots on me tonight. oh, celeste had picked the right girl to stand next to. the bass was vibrating through the soles of her louboutin heels — red, of course, because what else would she wear when she planned to step on someone’s heart before midnight. strobe lights painted the room in fractured colors, and everything smelled like sweat, perfume, and bad decisions. serin lived for it. she’d been leaning one elbow against the bar, long fingers trailing along the rim of her glass, watching the crowd like a panther just waiting to pounce — but celeste’s question pulled her attention. her gaze dragged lazily over her shoulder, slow and shimmering like a blade catching light. what are we having? ❝ that depends, ❞ she said, the corner of her mouth quirking like she already knew the answer would be yes. ❝ are we trying to forget names, faces, or the fact that we’ve got brunch plans with our ex’s sister tomorrow morning? ❞ she didn’t wait for a reply before turning to the bartender, a familiar face by now. ��� four tequila shots. patrón —the good one, not the one you pawn off on tourists. ❞ a beat. ❝ and bring lime, not that sad lemon wedge you keep back there. ❞ serin turned back to celeste, hips shifting as she leaned in, her perfume — oud and citrus and something expensive — settling between them like a shared secret. ❝ if you’re gonna offer shots, you better mean it. this isn’t a sip and gossip kind of night. ❞ she glanced toward the dance floor, where lights pulsed and bodies moved in chaotic rhythm. her smile widened, sharp and wicked. ❝ tonight, we dance until we forget how to walk. or until someone stupidly beautiful convinces us to stop. ❞ and then, with a toast lifted high as the bartender lined up the glasses: ❝ to bad ideas and worse intentions. ❞ the glass was cold in her hand, but the fire was in her throat. ❝ come on, ❞ she said after slamming hers back, ❝ we’ve got sins to commit and no time to waste. pick your poison, darling — tequila’s just the start. ❞

@palmviewstarters // link in bio

❝  shots  on  me  tonight,  ❞  she  declares,  head  turning  to  the  person  next  to  her  as  she  leans  against  the  bar.  her  only  plan  for  the  night  is  to  dance  the  night  away  and  forget  all  of  her  problems.  ❝  what  are  we  having  ?  ❞

[m4nd0l0r]

Angelic Lips.

Description: A fixation bleeds through him: he catches himself always glancing by.

Ship: Five Hargreeves x GN! Reader

Word Count: 860+ (this is more of a drabble tbh-)

Author’s Note: writer’s block is a bitch and i fought it off with horniness so ig this is a lime (or lemon/smut?? genuinely idk)— i mean it deals with mouths, making out and what i thought oral fixation meant before taking a google search at 1am and becoming so aghast (basically i thought it was a mouth fetish or smth rather than a keen liking to biting and sucking cos of childhood shenanigans—) so it seems accurate, this also is just pure filth n’ brain rot of five, with that said i hope you enjoy reading and pls interact for a little boosting!! <33 (i’ll be posting more five content soon once i get a little more inspo/motivation!!!)

(Five’s body is aged up, and his consciousness ranges from 25 to 50 in my works for him from now on— However you decided which age you want for your experience/comfort!!)

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This started all because of your damn mouth.

Five keeps, no- always finds himself watching. He feels as if he can’t turn away- that it pulls him back into this tight spot he can’t crawl out of. 

And he never tries to get out. 

Half of the time, he was sure you’ve catched him looking— it wouldn’t surprise him if you have. He feels- knows that he was too obvious, that he was becoming so perverted- that his eyes shouldn’t dare to look at you ever again. 

And yet each time he can- he dares. He feels vulgar, as if he has sinned, but when he sees your lips quirk up into a smile, your canines, molars form a smile that you think shows a little too much gum to the point you try to hide it— he likes it- he can’t help but look. 

He looks at you as if he’s seen an angel. 

His eyes travel down to the curve of your lips- noticing your cupid’s bow accentuating the shape. He takes in every smile, every frown, every time your mouth gaped open and shifted close. How it flattens as you purse your mouth out of frustration. 

He likes how red— angelic, your lips are— how soft it is when you kiss him- when you leave crimson kiss marks on his cheek- neck— even in his own mouth, he loves it. 

It always starts small- so sudden at first. A stolen moment in time, you both grasp unto it. 

His face pressed up on your cheek, and he breathes. He draws you in- the scent of laundry and other sorts of chemicals flood his senses- but it sets him a reminder- to know again that he was not dreaming. 

That he was not creative enough to imagine you and your lips right next to his.

He plants a kiss— it was almost.. sweet- unlike the bitterness of cold coffee, the same one he loves to take in- much to your disdain. It was one that lingers through your skin like a spark. His fingers hold you near, and you could feel the desperation for closeness through his palms.

You push back, returning the gentleness. And yet he strays away, making you want to chase him but he comes back for more— like a starving man- knowing the pleasure is finally in his reach— the desperation clings as his lips push in- His lips smile against yours as he takes you in, his tongue on yours, teeth clashing. 

His viridescent eyes watches you, the glint in his look could eat you alive- consume you like fire to wood- turning your vigor into smoke— it was obscene- your chest felt stuffy as you could feel his heart beat so furiously just inches away from your own. 

His fingers tracing over your hip bone up to your sides. Your hands hold on his upper arms— his again on your hips- sliding across your back, his thumb rubbing shapes, leaving feathered caresses down your spine. 

You were aflamed- burning under his touch, his skin— his lips trailing down your neck- his weight pressing onto your body, molding you both like clay risen from the earth’s mass ever so perfectly. 

You both needed to breathe— gasping unto each other- But if he were to pull away, he’d feel as if he stopped being alive— that he couldn’t be away. He wants- needs to further feel you- taste you. His hands grabbing you everywhere- his tongue briefly touching your lower lip— he breathes, takes you in like the air he lacks itself. 

“Five— Five, shit—“ Left your swelling lips. He only rasps ‘fuck’ before wrestling away, letting your blood rush somewhere else- not on your cheeks- your lips— the crimson merely pumps swiftly in your chest- adrenaline swimming in your veins. 

Silence fills the space between you. As you breathe in and out, hands on the sides of his arms— all he does is stare at your red lips- all swollen up, glistening with a vermillion glow, because of him. 

It was tantalizing.

Impulsivity floods his thinking: and he is a drowning man.

“Open your mouth.” His voice strungs you out of your daze— making you blink. It surprises him too- he shouldn’t.

And yet. 

You slowly part your lips— his thumb coaxes you, further separating them. Your pupils watch him as he finds himself staring on the inside of your mouth. All teeth and gum- supple skin— Enough of that, he tells himself.

There was no point in this- he knows how you feel— how you taste- what was the point of checking the source? But he continues- an urge sinks in deep his fingertips— it was not enough. 

“Wider.” 

His knee shifts, now resting between your thighs- he jerks his clothed thigh up, causing you to let out a small throaty gasp. He only takes this opportunity- slipping his finger in. And just as he was about to move away— He felt your tongue slide on the pad of his thumb and your lips quirk into a mischievous smile. 

He only broadens his shit grinning grin even further. 

“Atta, angel.”

[daryldamnson]

MASTERLIST

EDDIE MUNSON:

Fics:

Surprise, Surprise (complete)

Summary: Eddie has to reckon with the fact that the rich cheerleader he thought he could brush off as another basic conformist has a few surprises up her sleeve. (6.6k words)

part i

part ii

part iii

part iv

part v

Sweet Boy

Summary: Requested!  Eddie’s father shows up unexpectedly.  At first Eddie freezes up, but when his dad starts harassing you, years of pent up anger gets released.  soft ending!  (1.1k words)

Primadonna

Summary: Requested!  After Corroded Coffin gets famous famous, Eddie buys you stuff.  Lots of stuff.  You reassure him that all you really want is him.  (0.7k words)

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Summary: On the drive home from a day out with the regular troupe, you and Eddie get shoved in the back two seats. It doesn’t take long for you to drift off when Eddie offers himself up as a human pillow. pre-relationship fluff. (1k words)

Elm Street and Other Things Worth Waiting For

Summary: Eddie’s convinced he heard you listening to Black Sabbath.  Steve’s not having it.  You just came in to rent a horror movie; you leave with a maybe date with the metalhead who’s kind of already obsessed with you.  (2.1k words)

Homespun Remedies

Summary: Requested! You get the hiccups. Eddie is a dork. cute and dumb fluff. (0.4k words)

Caught Up In You

Summary: Jason manages to corner you at a party. You’re saved by a knight in shining leather jacket who does very well at playing boyfriend. Maybe too well. (2k words)

made a wish on elevens - historical royal au

Summary: Eddie’s a servant. He knows what that means. He knows he can’t have you. He loves you anyway. hardcore pining. (1k words)

Sweet Nothing

Summary: Requested! A quiet day in where Eddie doesn’t feel the need to put on any airs because he’s with you, his favourite person. (0.5k words)

Steady (in progress)

Summary: soft post-s4 steddie/reader. no real summary yet. the name makes me laugh ok.  1.4k words and counting

Close Calls (in progress)

Summary: Eddie likes to pretend he hasn’t been crushing on you for the better part of a year.  It becomes a much more difficult task after you begin tutoring him.  6.5k words and counting

Headcanons:

Eddie’s kinks

STEVE HARRINGTON:

Fics:

Crime and Punishment (complete)

Summary:  One day when you’re in the library Steve Harrington attempts to engage you in a conversation about a book he’s clearly never read, because he’s crushing on you and all other attempts of striking up conversation have flown right over your oblivious head.  Fluffy and short.  Awkward!Steve. (3.8k words)

part i

part ii

part iii

part iv

part v

And Suddenly, I See It At A Glance (on hold)

Summary:  Anastasia prompt - “ah, an unspoken attraction.” “attraction? to that skinny little brat? have you lost your mind?”  Steve realises that yes, he does have feelings for Y/N.

part i

part ii

part iii

Headcanons:

Meeting you

Camp counsellor Steve

Steve confessing his love

Cuddling

Semi-public sin

Protective Steve (angsty version)

Lazy day in bed

He’ll be such a good dad

Comfort after a nightmare

Christmas Shopping

Steve’s kinks

DAIR:

Fics:

Lemons, Limes, and Tomatoes (complete)

Summary: She finds it hard to describe.  Realising she likes Dan Humphrey. (0.4k words)

SPENCER REID:

Headcanons:

Reader is a youtuber

BUCKY BARNES:

Fics:

Five Times He Wanted To Kiss You + One Time He Did (on hold)

Summary:  You’re a good friend of Tony Stark’s who decides to drop in for a while.  Bucky can’t seem to help becoming captivated by you (and your lips).

part i

part ii

part iii

part iv

part v

part vi

Headcanons:

pining for you (pt. 1)

confessing his feelings (pt. 2)

BILLY HARGROVE (will be ooc bc i hate him really):

Headcanons:

Christmas Shopping

Meeting him (+Billy loves your ass)

Fics:

Safety Hazards and Lethal Smiles (on hold)

Summary:  Billy Hargrove is an asshole of epic proportions.  You know that.  Everyone knows that.  So why does your heart stutter every time grins at you?  Man, are you in trouble.

part i

part ii

part iii

[valley-of-headcanons]

welcome to the valley of headcanons!

this is a blog dedicated to stardew valley headcanons and one-shots! everything you'll need is right here.

currently listening to ... the manuscript by taylor swift

request guidelines ... 🪩

-> if you send in a request while my inbox is closed, i'm just gonna delete it. it's kinda in my bio and in this post, so it's kinda obvious you may not have read everything ... it's not a huge deal but i've noticed it a lot recently. i love the support! it just gets a little overwhelming when i have 14 asks in my inbox 💀 sorry if this sounds rude! i just felt like it needed to be said, we all make mistakes sometimes <3

-> at the moment, i am only taking requests for bachelors and bachelorettes! those are the only characters i truly know in depth! i may open it up for others, but for now, there we go :)

-> i would much rather write for one or a few characters at a time! i do like the bachelor/bachelorette requests, but i feel like i'm allowed to write a lot more! i don't mind either, but that's what i prefer <3

• characters that i would love to write for: SAM AND SEBASTIAN ‼️ also alex and haley :)

• characters im not as enthusiastic about writing: shane and emily :/

• genres i write: fluff, angst, slice-of-life sort of stuff! or just general headcanons.

• genres i'm not comfortable with writing: fantasy, the supernatural, anything that's not realistic :( i know stardew has a lot of supernatural elements, but i don't believe i would write them well! sorry :(

• HARD NO'S: smut/lemon/lime, yandere, or anything like that! please refrain from asking, PLEASE!

• what i write: one shots and headcanons! please be specific with what you would like, or else i will choose!

of course, i can reject any request that i feel uncomfortable with, so you have been warned! please read carefully before requesting, thank you! <3

important posts ... 🌌

headcanon masterlist

oneshot masterlist

inbox ... ☄️

• bachelorettes with a sickly reader [wip]

• haley oneshot (sailor song by gigi perez) [wip]

• sam oneshot (malibu by mylie cyrus)

• harvey oneshot (invisible string by taylor swift <3)

• alex oneshot (good luck babe by chappel roan)

• sick farmer oneshot (haley or sebastian)

• sebastian oneshot (style by taylor swift)

• bachelors reacting to losing an arm wrestle headcanons

• harvey x male!farmer dealing with sa

• bachelors with farmer who owns a boutique

• shane oneshot (guilty as sin)

inbox: closed!

info about me ... 🩵

my name is anna, and ive started to develop a bit of a hyperfixation when it comes to stardew valley! when a new hyperfixation begins, you know what happens lol. i am pretty busy, i have a lot of stuff on my plate, so i will try to do requests quickly, but there is no guarantee! plus, motivation is sometimes few and far between.

i started playing the game in december 2022, and ive fallen in love with it ever since! currently i don't have a favorite, it's probably either sam, sebastian, or harvey :)

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[practice-is-praxis]

Planetary Days

These are some of the meanings, correspondences, deities, etc. associated with each day of the week. These can also be used for planetary hours. For example, if performing a working during the planetary hour for Jupiter, one could use the information listed under Thursday, the day that corresponds to Jupiter.  This is not a complete list. Consider this as a list of possibilities to add more layers, structure, effectiveness, and symbolism to your rituals, and magick. Not as necessities, or anything like that. Enjoy. 🖖  SUNDAY Works of: Wealth. Planet: Sun. Numbers: 6, 66, 666. Color: Gold, Yellow, Orange. Rules: Leo. Metals: Gold, All Yellow and Lustrous Alloys. Stones/Minerals: Tiger’s Eye, Topaz, Goldstone, Zircon, Citrine, Chrysoberyl. Trees: Pine, Walnut, Date, Oak, Witch Hazel, Mimosa, Acacia. Herbs: Sunflower, Chamomile, Yellow Rose, Chrysanthemum, Marigold, Eyebright, Pineapple, Mistletoe, St. John’s Wort, Laurel. Incenses/Oils: Cinnamon, Frankincense, Saffron, Vanilla, Heliotropin, Cashew, Copal. Element: Fire. Direction: South. Tools: Symbols, Lamen, Lance, Sword. Deities: Apollo, Baal, Belenus, Grainne, Helios, Lugh, Mithras, Horus, Osiris, Ra, Sol, Shamash, Vishnu. Angels: Michael, Raphael. Shape: Hexagon, Hexagram. Design: Radial Forms, Swirling Spirals. Concepts: Advancement, Dominance, Healing, Egotism, Friendship, Prosperity, Abundance, Illumination, The Self, Joy, Leadership, Power, Wealth, Success, Will. Intentions: Developing Harmony, Giving/Receiving Healing, Acquiring Money, Obtaining Patronage, Gaining Promotion, Establishing Peace, Increasing Wealth, Improving Willpower. MONDAY Works of: Mystery. Planet: The Moon. Numbers: 9, 99, 999. Color: Silver, White, Gray, Lavender, Purple. Rules: Cancer. Metals: Silver, Platinum, Yttrium. Stones/Minerals: Beryl, Moonstone, Alexandrite, Rock Crystal, Alabaster, Fluorspar, Mirror Glass. Trees: Willow, Coconut, Bay, Hazel, Papaya, Carob, Laburnum. Herbs: White and Purple Lilies, Hyacinth, Iris, Narcissus, Gourds, Peas, Beans, Turnip, Yam. Incenses/Oils: Camphor, Orris Root, Galbanum, Artemisia, Wintergreen, Eucalyptus Oil, Jasmine Oil, Aromatic Seeds, Ylang-ylang. Element: Water. Direction: North-West. Tools: Bow and Arrow, Magick Mirror. Deities: Artemis, Bendis, Diana, Hecate, Isis, Khonsu, Luna, Selene, Shiva, Sin, Ta-Urt, Thoth, Tivs, Varuna. Angels: Gabriel. Shape: Nonagon, Enneagram. Design: Circular, Crescent, Elliptical, and Maze-like. Concepts: Astral Work, Birth, Psychic Ability, Cycles, Divination, Dreams, Glamor, Illusions, Balance, Shapeshifting, Subconscious and Unconscious, Spirituality, Tides, Transformation, Transmutation. Intentions: Astral Travel, Safety for Birth and Children, Developing Psychic Senses, Increasing Intuition, Increasing and Remembering Dreams, Developing Glamor(s), Accessing the Subconscious and Unconscious Minds, Creating/Dispelling Illusions. TUESDAY Works of: Power. Planet: Mars. Numbers: 5, 55, 555. Color: Red, Amber, Pale Yellow. Rules: Aries, Co-rules Scorpio. Metals: Iron, Brass, Rust, Steel, Nickel, Strontium, Magnetized Iron Fillings. Stones/Minerals: Ruby, Garnet, Red Agnate, Bloodstone, Amber, Rhodochrosite, Red Jasper, Lodestone, Flint (worked flint particularly). Trees: Ash, Mountain Ash, Holly, Pepper Tree, White Fig, Mountain Mahogany, Arbutus. Herbs: Thistles, Cacti, Dandelion, Snapdragon, Stinging Nettle, Arrowroot, High John Conqueror, Bloodroot, Wild Ginger, Bamboo. Incenses/Oils: Opoponax, Dragonsblood, Nicotiana, Peppermint, Mustard, Cumin, Asafoetida, Turmeric, Sweet Woodruff, Galangal. Element: Fire. Direction: South-West, North-East. Tools: Anvil, Burin, Hammer, Scourge, Spear, Whip, Magic Sword. Deities: Aries, Bellona, Horus, Mars, Nergal. Angels: Khamael, Zhamael. Shape: Pentagon, Pentagram. Design: Zig-zag, Pointed Forms. Concepts: Anger, Atavism, Conflict, Courage, Ego, Energy, Passion, Sex, Strength, Vengeance, Vigor. Intentions: Controlling Anger, Enhancing Courage, Causing Discord, Increasing Energy, Dispelling Fear, Increasing Sex-Drive, Increasing Strength, Increasing Vigor. WEDNESDAY Works of: Mind. Planet: Mercury. Numbers: 8, 88, 888. Colors: Orange, Light Blue, Violet, Light Yellow, Mother of Pearl. Rules: Gemini, Virgo. Metals: Mercury, Aluminum, Aircraft Composites, Quicksilver, Lanthanum. Stones/Minerals: Fire Opal, Carnelian, Cairngorm, Sard, Banded Agate, Coins, Small pebbles, Skipping Stones. Trees: Birch, Aspen, Almond, Mulberry, Lombardy Poplar, Magnolia, Pistachio. Herbs: Marjoram, Lavender, Ferns, Medicinal, Castor Palm, Mandrake, Stillengia, Parsley. Incenses/Oils: Mace, Star Anise, Mastic, Sandalwood, Orange, Lemongrass, Lavender Oil, Fennel Oil, Walnut. Element: Air. Direction: East. Deities: Hermes, Mercury, Thoth, Ganesha, Nebu, Woden. Angels: Mikael, Raphael. Shape: Octagon, Octagram. Design: Segmented Shapes, Mirror Images, Countercharged Patterns. Concepts: Business, Communication, Deception, Flexibility, Healing, Hyperactivity, Magick, Memory, Music, Poetry, Protection, Psychopomp, Science, Speed, Theft, Travel, Trickery, Divination, Education, Mystical Knowledge and Insight, Predictions, Resourcefulness, Self-Improvement. Intentions: Business Success, Improving Communication, Preventing Discord, Exam Success, Developing Flexibility, Divination, Developing Influence, Increasing Knowledge, Improving Memory, Improving or Learning Music, Establishing Peace, Recovering Property, Public Speaking, Improving Mentality, Mental over Emotional, Writing. THURSDAY Works of: Expansion. Planet: Jupiter. Numbers: 4, 44, 444. Colors: Blue, White, Lilac, Shell-Pink. Rules: Sagittarius, Co-rules Pisces. Metals: Tin, Zinc, Antimony. Stones/Minerals: Sapphire, Lapis Lazuli, Amethyst, Labradorite, Turquoise, Aquamarine.  Trees: Oak, Cedar, Pine, Olive, Juniper, Hickory, Sassafras, Maple, Chestnut, Horse Chestnut, Lime, Sycamore. Herbs: Flax, Borage, Brook Lime, Liverwort, Green Ti Plant, Agrimony, Purple Betany, Sage. Incenses/Oils: Nutmeg, Clove, Pine Gum, Sarsaparilla, Hyssop. Element: Air/Water. Direction: South-East. Deities: Zeus, Athena, Poseidon, Jupiter, Minerva, Marduk, Indra, Amun-Ra, Thor. Angels: Tzadkiel, Sachiel. Shape: Square, Four-Pointed Star. Design: Regular Rhombic and Rectangular Forms, Parallelograms, Squares, Intersecting lines. Concepts: Ascendancy, Devotion, Enthusiasm, Ethics, Expansion, Honor, Fortune, Humor, Law, Politics, Expansion, Health, Growth, Increase, Healing, Spirituality, Fortune, Luck, Philosophy, Optimism, Opportunity, Generosity, Justice. Intentions: Developing Ambition, Career Success, Increasing Enthusiasm, Increasing Health, Improving Fortune, Improving Health, Improving Luck, Developing Ethics, Dealing with Law, Increasing Wealth, Gaining Promotion, Seeking or Promoting Truth, Spiritual Contact, Taking Responsibility. FRIDAY Works of: Beauty. Planet: Venus. Numbers: 7, 77, 777. Color: Green, Turquoise, Pink. Rules: Libra, Taurus. Metals: Copper, Bronze. Stones/Minerals: Emerald, Malachite, Peridot, Jade, Rose Quartz, Amazonite. Trees: Apple, Pear, Lemon, Lime, Orange, Cherry, Cinchona, Beech, Elder, Fig. Herbs: Rose, Hawthorn, Vervain, Myrtle, Columbine, Anemone, Strawberry, Periwinkle, Cyclamen, Foxglove, Tulip, Hibiscus. Incenses/Oils: Storax, Sandalwood, Vetiver, Valerian, Geranium, Licorice, Tonka Bean, Cardamom, Spearmint, Lemon. Element: Earth. Direction: Center. Tools: Belt, Girdle, Harp, Necklace. Deities: Aphrodite, Venus, Freya, Turan, Ishtar, Ushan, Lakshmi, Hathor, Bast. Angels: Haniel, Anael. Shape: Heptagon, Heptagram. Design: Branching Forms, Flowing and Harmonious Lines, Arabesque. Concepts: Attraction, Art, Beauty, Creativity, Culture, Emotions, Fertility, Grace, Inspiration, Love, Passion, Pleasure, Self-Confidence, Sensuality, Sexuality, Sociability. Intentions: Increasing Attraction, Developing Beauty, Increasing Creativity, Increasing Fertility, Developing Friendship, Obtaining or Promoting Love, Satisfying Lust, Increasing Passion, Pleasure, Self-Confidence, Improving Social-Skills. SATURDAY Works of: Form. Planet: Saturn. Numbers: 3, 33, 333. Color: Black, Brown, Rules: Capricorn, Co-rules Aquarius. Metals: Lead, Antimony, Tungsten, Zirconium, Cobalt, Titanium. Stones/Minerals: Diamond, Jet, Onyx, Basalt, Slate, Black Salt, Anthracite, Geodes, Obsidian, Pumice, Smoked Glass. Trees: Yew, Elm, Cypress, Pine, Ebony, Acacia, Pomegranate. Herbs: Violet, Trillium, Poppy, Nightshade, Horsetail, Amaranth, Mullein. Incenses/Oils: Myrrh, Spikenard, Guaiac Wood, Tamarind, Cassia, Patchouli. Element: Earth. Direction: North. Tools: Hourglass, Scythe, Scales, Sickle, Veil. Deities: Kronos, Saturn, Hera, Juno, Kali, Brahma, Ea, Uni. Angels: Tzaphkiel, Cassiel. Shape: Triangle, Three-Pointed Star. Design: Abstract based on Natural, Concentric Circles, Geometry suggesting Spatial Perspective. Concepts: Agriculture, Austerity, Binding, Conservation, Duty, Equilibrium, Formation, History, Legal Matters, Limitation, Patience, Practicality, Preservation, Prudence, Reservation, Restriction, Self-Discipline, Teaching, Time, Wisdom. Intentions: Banishing, Binding, Dispelling, Establishing Equilibrium, Performing Duty, Studying, Self-Discipline, Protecting Home, Developing Patience, Developing Practicality, Decrease, Teaching. Sources:  “Planetary Magick: The Heart of Western Magick” by Melita Denning, Osbourne Phillips. “Practical Planetary Magick” by David Rankine, Sorita d’Este.