#moles seeds

[aliengummy]

🥣

[morethansalad]

Pumpkin Mole with Grilled Tofu and Mexican Tomato Rice (Vegan)

[georgecostanxa]

covered in grass seeds

[mariedean]

Turkey Mole Poblano Thanksgiving dinner gets a mole poblano makeover with turkey, five chiles, spices, nuts, tomatoes, tortillas, and Mexican chocolate.

[rainbowsky]

Melons are like an amusement park ride. They're not meant to be like ordinary everyday life (AKA realistic), they're meant to be a thrill. You might lose your lunch or you might make a fool of yourself screaming your lungs out, but the end of the day it's just for fun. 😅

this is why we shouldn’t believe big name fans or melons when it comes to their work arrangements. especially for live stages. it’s only confirmed once the platform announces it.

[possiblyreallyme]

Kinktober day 29: aphrodisiacs with Ace

warning: needy ace, aphrodisiacs, multiple rounds, light hair pulling, ace crying, not proofread.

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Ace panted against your jaw loudly, practically huffing on your scent as he ripped your bra right in two— something you'd usually scold him for, but you couldn't bring yourself to do anything besides clutch his shoulders and let him hump your cunt from below, bucking his hips frantically into your panties.

"Pretty angel, 'm sorry," He moaned, voice ragged and breathless before he licked up your jaw, tongue hot and flat as his drool dripped down your neck. "I can't wait anymore, jus' lemme fuck you, my cock hurts, honey."

Fuck, his cock did hurt. He knew long before he ate that aphrodisiac-laced chocolate that it was a bad idea, considering he already acted like a dog when he was horny, but he was never one for self-control.

You couldn't even protest if you wanted, and he couldn't wait for a response if it was to save his life, tearing your panties right off your hips and pulling you down on the throbbing tent in his shorts. He threw his head back at the sensation, letting out a loud moan of delight and slight relief, before it turned into small whimpers of pain when the zipper dug into his shaft.

"Fuck- hol' on, hol' on," He whined, taking his hands off your hips to quickly undo his belt and shove his shorts down to hang around his ankles, keeping you perched all pretty on his thighs the whole time. "There. Now c'mere, pretty girl," He murmured to himself, pulling you harshly onto his lap.

Every little thought in his head bubbled and fizzed into nothingness when your folds met his tip, and his throat tightened up as he choked on his own cries when you sunk down on his fat length. He looked like a masterpiece; sunkissed skin glistening with sweat, muscles dotted with freckles and tiny moles, dark locks resting on his cheeks and stuck to his temples. HIs nose scrunched in pleasure, his eyes screwed shut and his brows furrowed into a peak on his forehead, almost looking so close to climax-

"Ahh, fuck!" He cursed, bucking his hips as a familiar warmth spread in your cunt, cock twitching with every thick spurt of his seed. He didn't mean to cum so soon, of course. But he never was very good at holding back an orgasm, and with your soft cunt sucking on his cock and your beautiful body right in his face, he couldn't help how the aphrodisiacs tipped him of the edge that you pushed him to.

"'M sorry! 'M sorry, pretty- ah-" He apologized dumbly, babbling practical nonsense between each stutter, "Yer s'pretty, can't help it- wanna make you cm so harddd on my cock-"

His words were choppy and dirty all the way through, and yet so sweet, begging for forgiveness while still deep in the throes of his release. He meant every word though, and the second his vision un-clouded and he could blink his tears away, he focused in on your moans and glanced down at where your entranced stretched around his cock.

Fuck, maybe he shouldn't have looked. He'd seen your pretty cunt more than enough times to find your clit with his eyes closed, and the sight of your pussy all puffy and wet and splatting to his pelvis almost brought him to the brink again.

"Here, honey, lemme help you," He moaned gently, still bucking and overwhelmingly hard, as he kept his large hands on your hips and helped you find a steady pace. 'Help' wasn't even the right word— he did all the work, effortlessly holding your weight and guiding his thumb down to your clit, rubbing quick circles on the twitching button.

"Ohhh- too tight, pretty, yer too tight on my cock," He all but sobbed, handsome face contorted in a painful look of ecstasy, fighting for his life somewhere between the lines of 'so horny he could cry' and completely overstimulated.

He lost all patience when your fingers cradled the back of his head and weaved through his damp hair, pulling lightly at the roots as you whined in his ear. He flipped you onto your back and hoisted your legs around his waist, keeping one hand on your tummy feel his bulge and play with your clit, while the other grabbed for the headboard.

"Take it," He whined, such dominant words for a man with wobbling lips and a teary, loving gaze down at your sweet face— the face of his lover. His beautiful, beautiful lover. "Please, take my cock, wanna make you feel s'good as you make m'feel," He pleaded, pounding his hips so harshly into your own you bounced, body quaking and racking while his leaky tip prodded the deepest parts of your pussy.

He was desperate for more. Ears ringing, drooling down his chin, fuzzy-minded, nerves alight like the fire he produced, cock aching, and yet he wanted everything you could give him.

He used the headboard for leverage, and the sight of him stretched out above you itched something in your cotton-stuffed little head like no other, clamping down on his cock and wailing his name so loud you knew the crew wouldn't stay off his ass for weeks. He gasped when he felt it, eyes wide as saucers as your moans registered in his brain, and he was cumming harder than ever in his life.

You could have sworn it came out your nose, shooting right into your womb as he roared, almost collapsing above you. "Shit, sugar!! C-Cummin- 'm cummin'!! Fuck!" He shouted above your own noises, fucking his second load of hot cum as deep in your cunt as it could go, spitting you in two all the while.

Your bodies racked and twitched together, finally coming down from your shared high as his eyes fluttered shut once more, a few stray tears sliding down his freckled cheeks and dripping onto your chest. "Thank you," He murmured softly, letting go of the headboard slowly, hand trembling and aching from the grip he had on the wood— the control he had over his Devil Fruit powers was immense, and you never had to worry about him accidentally setting himself ablaze, but for the first time, the headboard sported little singe marks and burns in the shape of his palm.

Silence overcame you as he leaned down, fluttering gentle kisses to your chest, an innocent act that had you melting into the bed below. But when he took a small lick to your nipple, making the bud harden and turn glossy with his saliva, you realized how hard his heavy cock remained.

"Shh, s'okay," He hushed you softly when you whined and started to squirm, as if he wasn't already beginning to rock his hips again, this time at a much slower pace. "My cock still hurts, baby, can I please fuck you one more time? I'll be gentle, I promise..."

[reshinless]

Been seeing alot of spiderman Kinich content on the clock app and this gave me an idea

Reader gets gwen stacy'd and kinich fails to save them lol then he wakes up and then they bang

──── through the phone mask

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ synopsis. before he goes, how about a peck, yeah through his mask!

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ pairings. spiderman!kinich x gn!afab!reader (this will end up in smut, so !!NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!!) angst + comfort (in a way?? death mention but no actual death happens! just a bad dream)

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ director's notice. oooo i could not stop thinking about this during class!!

"mwa!" you cheer- briefly backing away as you admire you boyfriend, kinich, that puts his mask on. you pray that this spiderman stuff didn't pressure him at all.

"mmm... one more?" as he turned around to face you again. you chuckled as you tilted your head, stepping closer to the window sill he crouched on. "one more? i think you've had enough for today." a teasing tone present in you sonorously.

he gave you a pleading look in hopes to earn accolade (in which this case is a kiss. or two. or three.) you could giggle, feeling the way he still tried to kiss you through the mask he wore, concealing his identity to all, except you of course.

"mmmwa!" you brush your lips against the fabric that kept all of this a secret. you were so pretty when you smiled. he likes that little dimple that appears on your cheek when you grinned- or maybe the mole on your neck right there. mmmaybe he should count them soon.

but when there's a moment where kinich saves everyone but you, he'd never forgive himself. when there's a moment where kinich can catch everyone when they're falling but you. when there are gonna be moments that only star him, and missing you. like how a seed would long for a soil bed, or how the moonlight doesn't shine without its sun.

he was terrified of losing someone as precious as you were. for as long as you both lived, he wanted to spend as much time with you. his love language was all about spending time with you, and doing things for you, he knew you could handle yourself, but he loves knowing you rely on him for a few things (even if they're simple). so losing you would be losing a huge part of himself.

in all the years you both got to spend together, you spent it along side your best wingwoman; mualani. growing up by both of your sides, he never felt alone, or unneeded. he felt everything was finally coming together.

so when he saw the scene before him- it was you. being stabbed in the stomach by a spike below the now-broken bridge. even in death you were so pretty. your head was laid down on his lap, barely opening your eyes, just enough to let a few tears trickle down the softness of your cheeks.

"i'm.. sorry i couldn't do enough for you." were the words you whispered, holding his cheek before finally passing on to the next world.

no he couldn't handle the scene at all. and only now is when he realizes- he should spend more time. he'll make sure you won't feel like that when he meets you again. he knows he'll recognize you. he'd know you from anywhere, anytime, any appearance, anywho.

kinich wakes up in tears, clear tear stains on the place he rest his face into. your pjs have small marks, drops of tears where they'd landed off his face. your eyes flutter open a few seconds later, realizing he's no longer in your arms.

"kin? wh.. what's wrong? why are you crying?" you immediately got up to wipe the small sobs off his cheeks. "..you're still here.. thank god, you're still here." he suddenly hugs you, fitting his head into your nape. his hold was tight, and affectionate. enough to know that he's happy that you're still present.

"yeah, i'd never leave. was.. was it a dream?" you asked, massaging his scalp to soothe his stress. he could only hum in response, he felt a little pathetic to admit that he was, but it was the first step to accepting it.

"do.. you ever feel like i'm mistreating you?" his head popped up from the spot it was previously. "what? no you're not. in fact, i feel like i'm not doing enough for you, baby." you chuckle, shifting your head to front him a little better.

"you've done more than you think for me." his hand held a soft grasp on your palm, you could feel a few scars on his hand. "really? i find it hard to believe." you let out a giggle, certainly a superhero who does things to make sure the city is a safe place for all, feels like you do more? that was in your point of view anyway.

"may.. i show you how much i can repay you then? i want to show you.. i want you to feel how thankful i am that you're here."

whatever it was in that dream of his definitely helped yours come true. "mmm, someone's ahhn- enjoying, ngh themselves.." he grunted out, hitting you from behind so good, you can't do anything but sit there and take it.

you could feel every little ridge on his dick, the sweat emitting from your body, combined with the drops spouting from the pores of his palms. damn you couldn't even hold your own moans back in courtesy for the people in the next dorm. "mmmffffuckkk.. s'good kin.." you whined, you shut your eyes in ectasy

he throws his head back, groaning at the sight of your plush ass barely swallowing his shaft each time. every shlick only made you even wetter. you could feel his length twitching inside you, each time he hit your very core.

your folds felt so insanely good, wrapping around the base of his dick so well, even inside you it felt so warm. the way you were basically getting stretched out, it reached even further into you, in his observation seeing how your eyebrows knitted- he assumed you liked it like that, kissing your insides!

he slowed the pace of his sloppy thrusts briefly to reach over for the phone on the nightstand. "you mind if we take a photo, pretty? love the way you look right now, 'd hate to miss such a face."

he'd be too busy admiring your face to realize how long he'd been grinding against your precious spot. he knew exactly how to make you use the expressions he wanted.

kissing your neck hungrily, making sure you face the camera as it recorded, letting it see all of you.

watching how your body reacted to his so well, he couldn't help but coo into your ear about how good you were doing.

"such a pretty kitty, mmm? and they're all mine aren't they? he continued, on the edge of the bed- making sure you see yourself in the mirror in front of you.

"this is what i admire everyday. hnnn.. s'tight, fffuck.." he groaned into you, letting you sit on his dick, riding it while watching his reaction through the mirror.

you couldn't help but piston your hips repeatedly, you were already so wet, might as well put it to use!

he held your hand throughout everything, squeezing it every now and then to indirectly ask if you're doing okay. kissing down from your nape to your shoulder blades, you were perfect from the ground till your ears.

for what seemed like the umpteenth time, he cums inside you. warm seed shoots up into your body, creaming on his cock at the same time.

kinich who holds you by the waist, feeling his cock slowly soften inside you. still trying to catch his breath- but still makes an effort to kiss your cheek.

still makes an effort to carry your trembling body to the bathroom. still makes an effort to clean you up. still makes an effort to eat you out slowly afterwards.

he who already misses you while you were still in the room. he couldn't help but cuddle with you for a bit before going out again. it was sunday already anyway, and he spent the moments where the sun rose elsewhere (eating you out/giving bj)

kinich who loved the idea of making out with you right after, still having to go out since you both spent the whole night.. intimately. half of his mask is still on but all you do is lift it up a little, enough for his lips to be visible enough for you to peck.

he makes sure you're sound asleep before he goes, he'll be back before you know it anyway.

[ridingthatd]

❥ YANDERE MEGUMI

-ˏ͛⑅ megumixfem!reader, nsfw, heavy smut, yandere, possessive, obsession, masturbation, spit kink ⑅ˏ͛-

here you were, a beautiful little thing- his beautiful little thing. walking out of the minka, that was just near his room. he was so lucky- the luckiest person to exist in this household to be able to sleep a foot away from where you sleep. to be able to breath the same air that you breath. to be able to admire you walking out and into your room every. single. day.

you were the daughter of the empress. the empress of this household. megumi blood run cold as he thinks about your father- no he doesn't not deserve to be called your father. no no you were a goddess that heaven gave him. that heaven made just for him.

megumis smiles, his heart beating out of his chest. his heart beating- calling your name. each beat his heart took. each breath he breathed. was all chanting your name- it was all for you.

his smile widen as he stares at the painting he's drawing. one of his pale skilled hand was placed on the brush, moving it swiftly as he trace your figure- tracing what he memorized. every. single. detail. from the little mole on your left plumpy ass cheek, to the pinkish hard nipples of yours.

while his other hand was filled with his thick cock. wetness dripping down his hand as it move slow yet hard. squeezing the tip of his cock as he trace the line of your clit. eyes half-lidded. his cock was throbbing, sloppy between his fingers.

he lets out whimper after whimper as his hand go faster on his twitching cock. holding back his orgasm- holding it back to savor the moment. his thighs shake as he dips the paintbrush he was using into a cup of water. rinsing the paint away, before he gently place it on the clit of his red cock. he whines as he brush the paintbrush against his leaking cock. making sure the precum that was leaking soak the paintbrush.

his cock was so sensitive, so close to spilling, ragging red ready to spurt. but he held back swiping his cum soaked brush into your drawn nipples- he stroke his cock faster. into your mouth- he stroke harder. and finally into your trimmed pussy- his mouth half open, letting out a shaky breath.

"ah- ah- ah!" and he gush out his seeds, hot white cum kept streaming out of his thick cock. it kept coming out non-stop, his whole body shaked as he didn't stop stroking his sensitive cock, squeezing every single last drop.

"fuck- no! no! that's not enough" he cries out, tears trailing down his heated face. he tug harshly on his black locks, shaking from anger. shaking from the intense orgasm he had. glancing down at his palette it was filled with his white cum, mixing with the paint. it was a lot, a lot of warm cum but it wasn't enough- he needed to fill it. he needed to fill you.

his gaze moves to the drawing- the drawing he drew of you. how perfect it was. how perfect it was just like the other paintings he made of you were. the walls of his room was surrounded with painting- naked paintings of you. every painting was you in a different position.

bend over, your full round ass was shoved up while you glance back smiling as his cum drips down your ass. laying down your soft boobs were spilled out of your kimono, nipples painted with his white liquid. on your knees, tongue out filled with the his seeds that he spilled.

but this time he failed- he didn't spill enough of his cum- of his seed. it wasn't enough to fill your warm pussy. he needed more a lot more.

"more- hic she needs to be filled more!" he hiccup through his tears, smashing the drawing board into the floor.

then something clicks into his mind as he stare at the drawing. your pretty little pussy- the inside of your warm little pussy, he hasn't got a good look of it yet. YES! this is why, he smiles. running his hands down his face. this is why he failed, he needs to see- no he needs to fuck your warm cunt.

he needs to feel it around him, get a taste, get a feel of your warm skin. after all you were his- you were meant to be his. he had enough of just lurking around while you shower in the hot spring. while you sleep peacefully in the dark night. he had enough of just looking but not touching, just imagining but not experiencing.

you were his! you were his! he paced around his room, he needed to have you. he needed to place his fat cock where it belonged. he glace at the thrown drawing before he runs towards it, clenching it to his face.

"I'm sorry! I know your poor little pussy needs me" he whimpers, staring at the paper in his hand. the way you were drawn. laying down, pussy spread, looking at him- ready for his throbbing cock.

he slowly brings the paper to his mouth, rubbing his tongue on your drawn pussy. moaning as he pumps his already hard cock. drool spilling down his lips. his cock was on fire- it hurted. it hurted so good, the burning feeling was to good.

he had to relieve the burn with hard strokes on his hardened shaft, slicked with his own cum rather than your pussy- fucking the tight grip of his fist with his mouth hanging open. not caring about the way his spit was gushing everywhere. he rolled his fist around the reddened tip to smooth the wetness along his length, thin veins pulsing for the contact of a wet cunt only to settle for his hand that could never mimic the suction of your pussy. leak beads of cum from his tip, heat coursing through his veins.

he's going to have you.

wet sloppy strokes fill the air of your room. you were sleeping fondly. megumi groans as your soft breath hits his hard cock that he was stroking up your sleeping face.

here he was standing hands on his cock shamesly beating it near your face. his other hand was on his mouth- muffling his whines and whimpers as his eyes roll behind his skull everytime your hot breath hits his red sensitive tip.

" mhm-! ngh" he whine out through his hand as he glance at the way his wetness was dropping on your face, so turned on by the sight as he sloppily stroke his cock- so close so close.

closing his eyes tightly, his abs clenching indicating hes gonna cum any moment, as soon he open his eyes- making eye contact with your wide open ones. he squirts, shoots of cum gush out of his ragging cock, the veins on it popping, his whimpers were no longer muffled by his hand.

"ah- im sorry-" he whines out, crying because he couldn't control his dick that was still shooting strips of hot cum on your face, dripping down your lips- he can't no more, it was to much.

"I can't- im sorry! im sorry!" his cums shoots one last time, before his body gives out and he lands on top of you. trembling, shaking.

matching the way you were also trembling and shaking- what just happened? megumi fushiguro? he was a duke- your art teacher. you thought maybe you were dreaming but the hot wetness of his cum on your face seems to be to real.

megumis hands trembles as he clenchs his fist into your bed sheets, his shoulder shakes as he laughs- laughs hysterically from happiness.

you stiffen, this sight of megumi you have never seen before- he was a composed nobel man, you would never think he was a pervert- a pervert who just spilled his seeds on you with no shame.

his eyes peaks out of your blanket, staring at you- watching your every move. watching what you're going to do.

yet you don't move, holding your breath. praying to the goddess that it was just a dream. that what's happening isn't true. but it was very much true, the talented nobel whom you admire lays next to you- staring at you like you're a prey. like you're something he wanna feast on. like you're seconds away from losing your life.

"I won't hurt you, my lady" megumi whispers as his hands slowly make their way toward your face causing you to flinch. you remine silent because you know your words had a huge impact on what's megumi is going to do.

while your mind runs a mile, megumi was just in awe. staring at your cum covered face- covered with his cum, it only seems to make his heart flutter and his cock throb. you didn't scream or try to run away.

megumi knew it, you guys were meant to be! he smiles from ear to ear at you, as he leans in just to stick his warm wet tongue out and lick his own cum out of yours face- it was filthy, dirty but he liked- no he craved it. the way your soft skin felt under his sloppy messy tongue, he craved the taste of your skin.

you couldn't help the moan that slipped past your lips, as you feel him gently suck on your lips- his tongue was so greedy, licking every corner of your lips, before he shoves it deep inside of your throat.

stroking his tongue against yours, feeling your spit mix together- it's like you're being drowned with his spit. you gasp as you feel him taking your tongue into his mouth and sucking it. you feel heat run through you. you couldn't ignore the wetness between your thighs anymore.

maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea if- you whimper as he break the kiss, staring at you with hungry eyes. hungry eyes that are going to devour you any moment.

"spit in my mouth" he pathetically whispers flipping you so you're on top of him- not waiting for your answer, his large hands making there way under your night grown gripping your ass hard.

you look at his pleading eyes before you lean in and let the string of warm spit land inside of his opened mouth. his eyes roll back as he gets the taste of your spit.

"mhm-!" he groans, holding your ass harder before you feel something warm gush on your thighs, and it's your time to moan- you were so turned on. so turned on by the fact he just spurt his seeds from having a taste of your spit.

"em sorry- em sorry!" he cries out like last time clearly ashamed, tear filling his eyes. you couldn't help but coo at him, gently grabbing his head and placing it on your shoulder, shushing his sobs.

once his sobs were silent, you thought maybe he fell asleep but you were so wrong. you gasp as you feel your panties being turn roughly off you. before you were turned around back facing his chest.

"need to breed you" he whispers as if it's something known. as if it's something he had the very right to do.

"i need to sleep" you softly mutters out, trying to be reasonable with him. "it's okay, go to sleep, my darling" his warm voice was directly in your ear, peaking his tongue out, lick the sensitive insides of your ear.

"I'll do the work" he smirks, lining his huge cock against your folds before slowly yet painfully slipping in. he shushs your pained whispers, with his own whimpers.

his cock glides in, filling every inch of you. every inch of your warm insides. he couldn't help but laugh, happiness pouring through him.

"see I'm right here" he groans into your ear, as he squeeze your belly- he was indeed deep inside of you, you can feel it all- the way he hits your womb every time he thrusts.

"shh go to sleep" he coo at you as he warp his arms around your belly, "keep you warm with my cock tonight, tomorrow we mate" he mutters out sleepy. chanting it like a promise.

and he did keep his promise.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟto be continued? ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ

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[rainbowsky]

All melons are still saying Tencent is a possibility, so it's possible Fat Shrimp was referring to Scream Night (melons tend to die when properly debunked).

Anonymous asked

Heyyy RBS

hope you’re doing well

I saw this tweet [redacted] and wanted to know who fat shrimp is?

Hi Anon, I'm doing OK, thanks. I hope you are doing well too. 😊

There isn't a lot of precise information available about who that is. What we know for sure is that it is the Weibo account of a high profile XFX who is one of the leaders of the official fan club. Because of their position with the fan club and the assumption that they have some contact with XZ Studio (it is rumored they work for WJJW, although that is unconfirmed), their posts and comments are taken pretty seriously by fans.

They frequently post guidance and clarifications for fans that appear to come directly from the studio or someone closely connected to GG's team.

However, they have also posted some questionable and problematic things in the past, so I think even their words should be taken with a grain of salt. Especially if it is true that they work for WJJW (a management company that GG has had bad blood within the past).

We should always remember that above all things, this person is representative of XFX, and their perspectives tend to cater to the solo side of things. Therefore I don't really consider them our friend.

However, when it comes to schedule info, I think we can probably rely on what they are saying. Although in this case it is unclear exactly which event they are saying GG will not attend. The original question was about both Tencent and Scream Night, and they didn't specify in their response if they meant one or both of the events.

There was never any likelihood that he would go to Scream Night. He is still filming Legend of the Condor Heroes, and it's not rumored to wrap until a few days before the event. It's possible that it won't be wrapping until even later in the month.

He would not have any time to prepare for that event and in any case, DD will be there. I don't see them both attending an event that small. It would be a disaster of fan wars and mayhem, and would put the spotlight squarely on them rather than on the event, which is not in their best interest.

As for Tencent, there was a much higher likelihood that he would attend that event because he's had so many projects with them. However, he hasn't been going to many of these kinds of things for the past couple of years so don't think we should be particularly surprised if he doesn't attend.

It's important for us to look back over the past couple of years and see what's been going on before getting ourselves worked up about the possibility that either of them would be at a particular event.

I also think that it's important to not get carried away with hopes that they will both appear at the same event and especially that they would ever appear on the same stage. I don't get why turtles get so wrapped up in this dream, it's so unlikely and rare and overall I think pretty unrealistic expectation to set.

Don't get yourselves set up for disappointment, it's a foolish game.

[wrathful-reptile]

Flight Rising needs a gardening minigame.

Just like. Where you can turn plant food items into seeds, then into sprouts, and they give you more of that food item when it's grown. Maybe make it similar to nesting where you get a chance to get x amount of said plant food item if you water it for x amount of days or something?

and maybe you could have 6 or so of these mini gardens?

OR it could be an active wack-a-mole style minigame in the fairgrounds where you (A) Pull weeds up that sprout in the garden or (B) water the plants as a little water drop icon appears over them

[yumeka-sxf]

New chapter today, and even though most of it seemed to continue the silly tone from the previous one, the last few pages actually shocked me! 👀

For the first time, ANYA CONFESSED TO SOMEONE THAT SHE CAN READ MINDS! Now this doesn't necessarily mean anything crazy will happen in the series from now on, since Damian doesn't believe her (at first). But proving that you can read minds is easy to do, so the question now becomes, will Anya keep trying to prove it to Damian until he believes her? Or will she regret it later and not try to prove it, and then the plot point isn't touched on again? Regardless, this chapter definitely makes it seem like Damian will be the first person to know about her mind-reading powers.

Then there's the question of why Anya chose to confess this to Damian? I think it's a combination of a few reasons, the main one being that Damian doesn't have any connection to her family, so little risk of him telling them and thus bringing about the fear of abandonment Anya has should they find out. This might also be why she chose to tell him over Becky, since Becky already has somewhat of a relationship with Loid and Yor. The other reason could be that, as time has gone on, she's learned to trust him, at least when it comes to something like this. As hostile as he is towards her, she knows that he's not a double-crosser or a blabbermouth, and deep down he wants to do what's right. And lastly, it was the heat of a moment - her knowledge about him seemed weird so he questioned it, and perhaps at that highlighted moment, when Damian was being genuinely nice to her (since she can read minds, she knows if he's being genuine or not), she wanted to try not lying for once, just to see what happens.

Guess we'll have to wait until next time to see if anything ground-breaking comes from this...will Anya keep pursuing this, will she regret it and let Damian continue to not believe her, or will it just not be mentioned again until later? This reminded me a bit of the Mole Hunt arc where Yuri became suspicious of Loid, but the latter was able to throw him off the track. But the seed of suspicious was planted nonetheless. In this case, even if Damian continues to think Anya was lying, a seed of suspicion may have been planted in him too that could come into play much later on. We'll see!

But besides this big event, a few other notable things in this chapter was super rare soft Damian from the above page. This continues to prove what I've always thought - that Damian acts the way he does to appear "proper" in front of his peers, but when he's alone with Anya, his real feelings seep out. She's a rare person where he doesn't feel the need to put on airs around.

We also got more Henderson x Martha crumbs. Love to see it.

Also loved to see Anya getting cocky and Loid freaking out about it 😅

Overall, even though I'm not as into Damianya as I am Twiyor, I still enjoy seeing their progress, and this chapter was definitely one of the most Damianya-chapters of all~ Despite some of the "dance with Damian" challenges being a bit too silly for my taste (like, how did Emile and Ewen organize all that last minute?) the payoff at the end was worth it! Loid and Yor better get themselves together or their daughter will end up beating them in the romance department 😂

[heartiis]

the big apple ꩜ .ᐟ pt.5

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

pairing - ellie x reader

synopsis - you've just moved to nyc and ellie's your new neighbor. she hates you though and you don't know why :((

cw - mean ellie, toxic! ellie, side gig dealer ellie, weed, tattoo artist ellie, texts between reader and ellie, angst, smut

a/n - last part!! bro last part had a bunch of letters which were bigger and I kept fixing it then coming back to see some of them got big again?? it was like playing whac-a-mole I swear. also I just want to say thank you to everyone who read and interacted, it was so nice to share my writing with people who enjoyed it<33

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Sitting before you was a cappuccino cup with a perfectly formed latte art leaf. You stared at it, slowly inhaling and exhaling the warm, sweet smell. It soothed you, but you could still feel a blade made of pure anxiety stabbing your guts. What were you supposed to do with the cup again?

“Hey!”

You turned your head to see your co-worker holding three iced coffees in his hands, gesturing his head to the pickup counter where a growing crowd of customers waited. It was the afternoon, one of the busiest times for coffee shops.

“Shit,” you muttered, and quickly brought over the cup to the counter and called out the customer’s name.

Your head this week had been either entirely filled with Ellie, that moment in your bedroom with the thumping and moaning, or absolutely nothing but a strong sense of dread you were too fuzzy to understand. And you hated it. You hated how pathetic it made you feel, to have someone who didn’t give a fuck about you occupying your mind 24/7, turning your new life into a mess after only having been in it for a few weeks.

You knew who Ellie Williams was from the start. Dina, one of her best friends, had told you. You knew she didn’t date, didn’t get attached or form romantic connections. It wasn’t like you’d been itching to make things official while you were still talking. You were still getting to know each other. You understood the two of you were not exclusive, and you yourself had not thought of giving a name to your relationship yet.

But you also understood yourself. You knew you’d caught feelings for Ellie because that was how you operated, and because it was Ellie, perfect and strong and raw, with her stupid green eyes and her freckles. The exact type of person you’d imagined you’d fall for. It was achingly, painfully obvious to you where you’d gone wrong. You had let the tiniest seed of hope grow in your heart.

From the way Dina and Jesse had talked about the other girls Ellie involved herself with, it had seemed like she didn’t text them as often as she did you. It hadn’t seemed like she would constantly invite them over, or invite herself over to theirs, or talk until late at night, or give them free weed just so she could get high with them.

But these were all assumptions. Dina hadn’t spoken about the topic since that night, and you hadn’t asked. You two did talk about what had happened the night of the smoke sesh, and about the constant texting and hanging out and occasional sex which had followed, but she never gave you any reason to think this meant more to Ellie than any of her other flings.

The seed in your heart felt like a shard of glass.

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The walk home was cold and bitter. Your manager had sent you home early because you lacked so much focus she’d thought you were sick. Summer was reaching into Fall, and today was already colder than it should be. Not only that, but you had made the mistake of wearing another of your dresses which only went a little further than your knees and left your ankles bare. You were shivering and feeling glad you were almost home when your gaze fell on the bodega not too far off from your apartment. The bell tinkled as you pushed open the glass door and went straight to the alcohol section, finding yourself some cheap wine.

As you waited for the man at the cash register to ring you up, you stared behind him at the wall of cigarette boxes with graphic images and ‘smoking kills’ labels. You were the same as Dina, who never bought entire packs for herself so she wouldn’t smoke too much. At that point it didn’t matter enough to stop you. You left the bodega with wine and a pack of Marlboro lights, rushing to the elevator, hoping you didn’t come across Ellie.

She’d texted you thrice since that weekend. The first time on Sunday morning, apologizing for not having answered your texts, telling you she was fine. She asked you how you were. You didn’t answer. The second text came on Thursday, asking you if you wanted to hangout, and the last on that same day hours later. A ‘hi’ accompanied with three question marks. It had all been so strange. The lack of texts supplying you with updates on her day or raising questions about yours at the start of the week had made you sure she had, in fact, ditched you. The text on Thursday came as a surprise, but you ultimately knew what she wanted. It was the only thing she had wanted from you all this time. For you to be her fuck buddy.

You couldn’t bring yourself to reply. You couldn’t, because you knew if you did, you’d say yes, and you would go to her apartment and the two of you would have sex because you needed to be next to her so badly that you’d take whatever she gave you, let her have you how she wanted.

So when the elevator opened on your floor and she was nowhere to be seen, you breathed a small sigh of relief. You opened your door and you put your plastic bag from the bodega on the kitchen counter and looked for the corkscrew and singular wine glass. The first portion poured out was thick, three fingers tall. You kicked off your sneakers and downed it quickly as you watched the sky darken from your couch, not daring to come out onto the fire escape which was sure to be all ice-cold metal and biting breeze.

The more you slipped into a tipsy state, the more tears fell from your eyes, until you pushed past that and became the same amount of drunk you had been at that club. Too drunk to mind the cold, drunk enough to crave a smoke and a view of the sunset from the fire escape.

You thumped your feet to the kitchen where you got the Marlboro pack and the Bic lighter you kept in your purse, just in case. An unlit cig on your lips, a half full wine glass in your hands and the lighter interlaced within your fingers, you opened the window and drunkenly stumbled out of it, leaving the glass on the ledge as you flicked on the lighter. The wind and the cold bars of the fire escape against your sock covered feet were a welcome shock to your system.

You took a puff. As you blew it out, you noticed that Ellie was staring at you from her own spot on her window, leaning on the ledge sideways, one leg up. She wore a black jumper and had a pencil and a sketchpad in her hands as well a joint in her mouth. She pinched it with two fingers and puffed out a cloud which flew north, away from you and the sunset.

The two of you said nothing. The sight of her sitting there, the light bathing her in gold and lighting up her eyes was too much to bear. You made a silent prayer that she couldn’t see the redness of your eyes from where you were standing. Then you rushed back to your window, taking the glass in your hands so you could pass without it dropping.

“Hey, wait.”

You froze, half of your body still on the fire escape. There was an urgency to her voice that tugged at you. You wanted to reprimand yourself for being stupid again, but it was no use, you could already feel the glass in your heart smoothing over before it sharpened again, bigger than it was before.

You pulled your body back out of the window and sat on the ledge, taking a drag of your cigarette in search of the nicotine induced feeling of your blood-pressure lowering.

Ellie observed you with knit together brows. When she realized you were waiting for her to speak, she opened her mouth.“Why haven’t you answered my texts?” It was a sentence uttered so softly. It sounded fraught and out of place coming from her, who hadn’t made too much of an effort to contact you.

“I…” you started. “I didn’t think it mattered that much.” You stared at your thighs and the hand which rested there, holding your cigarette.

“Why the fuck not?” Ellie said, her voice flipping from soft and pleading to angry and raw.

Your head snapped to her, then back down, your hands rushing up to dig into your hair. “Just—Please, stop.”

She put out her joint and tossed it along with the sketchpad and pencil into her apartment then stood up, making her way to the railing closest to you. Her hands gripped the metal, knuckles turning white. “Stop? How am I supposed to just stop? I’ve been losing my goddamn mind this week. Why are you ignoring me?”

Hot tears gathered on your eyes, spilling over when you blinked.

“Hey, are you drunk? Are you even fucking listening—“ Ellie’s voice died off when you looked at her and she saw the wetness of your eyes and cheeks. She kept her grip on the railing, but her hunched shoulders slipped and she drew back, standing straighter.

“Hey,” she said breathlessly. “What’s going on?”

Your chest heaved, sucking in a breath only to let it out jagged. Ellie’s eyes were so wide. She was the deer caught in headlights now. The desperation you felt fed into the glass, turning your heart into an irritated and angry wound. It didn’t feel fair, that she should look so worried and broken when you were the one who had been made a fool, the one who had let her affection and hope and yearning become so big it swallowed everything else.

So you went to the railing too, and you let loose all the words piled tight in your throat. “You want to know why I haven’t answered your texts?” You gripped the bar, not caring how frozen and stiff your fingers felt. “Because, Ellie. I heard you fucking that girl that night.” She flinched. “And you know, it’s fine. Dina had already told me how it works with you. And it’s not like we ever agreed on being exclusive. So you did no wrong there. But fuck, It hurt. And I can’t hold it against you. But I also can’t—“ One of your hands flew to your chest, squeezing there at the fabric. You gazed into the distance and shook your head, tears streaming uncontrollably now. “I can’t keep seeing you when I know you don’t feel the same way I do. I have to protect myself.”

When you looked back at Ellie, her eyes were glistening. She stared at you for a second until she stepped back and broke her gaze, rushing through the window into her apartment.

Once she was gone you stepped back as well, a shudder rocking through you. You sat down on your window ledge, defeated. You had stripped yourself bare on that fire escape, made it painfully obvious that you had feelings for her, and in the face of them she had run off.

You were sucking in another drag of the Marlboro light when you heard a knock at your door. You turned your body but stayed where you were, too drunk to think of what to do. Then came three more knocks, hurried and loud. You sprung into action, putting out your cigarette on the kitchen counter, too agitated to think much into it.

You swung open the door, heartbeat coming in quick as you took in the sight of her. Ellie, standing at your door with wet eyelashes and half of her hair in a bun, just the way you liked it.

“Can I come in?” she croaked out.

You nodded and moved sideways, too dazed to speak. She sat on your couch, staring down at the sketchpad in her hands. You pulled up a chair from your dinner table and sat right before her. She lifted it up so you could see. On it were drawings of different items, all in her style. A bottle of wine. A switchblade. Her lighter. An apple split in half, the core of it showing. All of them with the same word written onto them; ‘survival’.

“I kept thinking about what you said. That first time we went out.” She looked at you. “I think you’re a lot like me.”

You wiped at your face, which was now sticky with dried tears.

“I was fucking stupid.” Ellie sighed and set down the sketchbook. “I shouldn’t have fucked that girl, especially when you could hear it—“ She rubbed her hands on her face, her voice cracking. It was solid again the next time she spoke. “But I did it because I was scared. Dina told the truth about how it is with most girls. I wanted it to be different with you.”

“But I’d been such an asshole to you in the beginning, and I didn’t know what to do with that, and I certainly didn’t know what to do with how I felt for you, cause I hadn’t felt it in such a long time and I was so terrified of messing it up that I guess I just thought, fuck it. It’s not going to work out. Let’s just get it over with.”

You had your hands on your thighs, and you were squeezing the fabric of your dress hard.

“But then…” She wrung her fingers. “Then you didn’t reply. And I knew I’d done exactly that. So I tried to go on with my life.” She scoffed. “It was fucking unbearable. I couldn’t focus at work. Any design I made had you in it. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and how I might’ve hurt you, so I did the stupidest thing and instead of telling you how I felt I just asked if you wanted to hang out. Because I convinced myself that maybe it was all in my head and you didn’t even feel the same way I did.”

She drew in closer. “Look, I won’t lie to you. I can’t promise you I’ll be great for you. I’m not easy. But I do like you. A lot.”

You exhaled. Your eyes landed on your feet, then on her. Another tear trailed down your cheek. “Ellie…”

The look on her face broke your heart. She looked so vulnerable, like she was terrified of what you’d say next. So you just got up and walked over to her, placing your hands on her shoulders. She gazed up at you, keeping her hands to herself. You planted a small kiss on her lips. Then you drew back to look at her.

She was quick to wrap her hands around your waist, pulling you to her, kissing you hungrily. You were about to settle back into the couch when she hoisted you up, guiding your legs to fit around her waist. She stood up and kissed your neck as she carried you over to your room, laying you down gently on the bed.

Then your lips were meeting again, your limbs and torso moving in tune with hers. And there it was again, that sweet nectarine feeling coursing through you. She stopped kissing you just long enough to pull off your jacket while you pushed up her jumper, after which she went back in, ravenous for the feel of your mouth against hers.

Her hand went to your dress, tugging it up, then it was sliding up your thigh and you couldn’t help but let out a pleased groan at her touch. You felt the corners of her mouth move the slightest bit. Her fingers moved to pull at your underwear, dipping inside your folds. It was hard to keep in time with her then, as your body racked through with pleasure, you kept breaking the kiss to let out gasps and moans Ellie seemed desperate to swallow.

“El,” you whispered. She traveled from your cheeks to your jaw, planting pecks along the way, her nose pushing slightly against your skin.

“What is it?” she said, but when you didn’t say anything other than her nickname, she continued the thrusting motion of her fingers, deeper and deeper until she hit a spot which caused you to arch your back and whine. The orgasm built inside you and crashed down your legs, leaving them trembling. You inhaled and exhaled hard. Ellie withdrew her hand and brought her fingers to her lips, licking them. You hid your face, smiling.

She laughed and brought it back so you would look at her. You wrapped your legs around one of hers, so that your thigh was up against her warmth, making her grunt. When you began moving your body up and down, your thigh followed, and she hugged your arms, desperate to feel more of the pressure.

Your moans blended into each other. Ellie came first, and you came right after she started touching your neck and sucking the thin skin there.

Her hands went to your face, cupping it in her palms, her fingers brushing up and down your cheeks so her digits could feel the little parts which were still damp. Your own fingers studied the freckled bridge of her nose, the scar at her brow, the curve of her lips. Her eyes were red, and you didn’t know if it was from the weed or crying or both. Time passed differently. It didn’t matter how much of it you spent.

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a/n - pls feel free to comment what you think!! I love receiving comments I might not reply to them all bc I don't want to be annoying but I promise I see them and I love them smm

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p.s. I love ur usernames...sorry if I missed anyone

[morethansalad]

Vegan Pipián Verde with Mexican Jackfruit and Tofu (Pumpkin Seed Mole)

[riediaries]

satoru knows every part of you. every things you like and hate. he's able to locate each and every mole you have on your body and how many it is. it's like knowing you have been a second nature to him. in order words, he knows your whole nature and that's how you fell in love with him.

he knows you don't like eating a watermelon with seeds on it. you don't want to spit it out after or let alone eat it.

satoru silently observes you as you payed all of your attention to the sliced watermelon on your hands. picking every black seeds you see in the fruit.

you were getting irritated and he sighs, picking a sliced watermelon on the table and removed all the seeds in mere seconds.

"here, eat this. i already removed all of the seeds." he hands you a sliced watermelon. the red juicy part was clean. no seeds. just like how you like it.

"ah.. thanks.." you murmur, accepting the fruit and that was first time you felt a fluttering emotion on your tummy as you stare at the watermelon he handed you.

"mhm.." he hums. "you don't like it with the seeds on it, right?" he asks and you nodded. he hums again, nodding his head in a subtle way.

no seeds on her sliced watermelon, got it.

you like the beach, especially the sunset. he remembers peeking on your phone one time and due to his curiosity, he opened your photo gallery and you have a folder named 'sunsets<3'.

it has a lot of your pictures in the beach, capturing the breathtaking sunset and there are also pictures with just the sun but he likes the pictures with you in it. you're prettier than the sunset, anyways.

"we should go here sometime. the four of us." he tells suguru as they walk on the sand barefooted.

they just finished their mission and their flight will be tomorrow morning so they're spending their time to relax.

satoru keeps his eye on the setting sun. pink and purples hues were seen on the sky.

picture.. yes. i should take a picture for her. he thoughts and brought out his phone to take a picture. he sends the picture to you.

annoying blue-eyed freak: sent a photo.

annoying blue-eyed freak: sunset's pretty here today. you might like it.

you take a look at the photo he sent and the photo's automatically saved on your folder 'picture he sends'.

sunset lover princess: thanks, love it.

he smiles over the three letter word you sent. yep, his day's now complete with just your reply.

unknowingly to him, suguru secretly took a photo of him and he captured the most breathtaking satoru gojo photo to exist.

it's a photo of him on his side, smiling on his phone and the background is the sunset.

cool bangs: sent a photo.

your phone dings. you thought it's another photo of sunset from satoru but no. it's satoru with the sunset but he's not looking at the camera.

you stare at it for good few minutes.

cool bangs: if you're just going to stare at it, you might as well save it. i might delete it.

that message from suguru alone had your fingers saving his photo and put it on another album. a secret album named 'photos i love'.

yes, definitely 'love'.

satoru also knows that you love movie nights with them. horror, romance, or action. name all the genres present. you once told him that it's not about the movie you're excited but being able to spend time with your friends.

being a jujutsu sorcerer at a young age costs your freedom as a child and to dream. you will never know when you will die or vanish from this world. that's why you're spending all of their freedom time with you and they're actually okay with it.

same feelings, as they said.

"ahh! suguru! tell me when the haunted dolls are gone!" satoru clings to suguru as he scream out of his lungs.

"no, you watch it satoru. be a big brave man." he teases the young boy more. "i heard she likes men who's brave and can watch horror movies with her." he whispers to his best friend.

satoru eyes his best friend with a look of suspicious. "are you... sure?"

"her biggest turn off is actually a scared cat like men." he hums, adding more false informations about your type. "meaning, a boy like you, satoru." he dramatically covered his forehead and his eyes to express his disappointment for his best friend.

suguru knows that even when his best friend is screaming like a lady, you'll still like him. even though he can't bear to watch a single horror movie, you'll still like him because he's satoru. the annoying blue-eyed freak that constantly running on your mind twenty-four seven.

the two best friends eyes the two of you. shoko and you, unimpressed on their nonstop bickering and satoru's screams and unbothered on the horror scene in front of you.

wow. just wow. what a scene.

ever since then, you always invite them to watch a newly released movie, mostly horrors but in rare cases, you want to watch romance.

"oh sweet. they're kissing like it's the end of the world." satoru commented as he pushes a mouthful of popcorn on his mouth.

shoko and suguru went out for a smoke since romance is not really their thing but they still agreed to watch just to see you happy. and they couldn't refuse when you were that cute begging them to watch it with them.

"because that's how they are desperate to be with each other." you reply. "i mean, you'll surely kiss a person like that when the world's trying to separate you. you will pour all of your emotions in that kiss to express your feelings." you further explains.

he raises an eyebrow at you. "i thought you're only interested in horror. why are you so knowledgeable about love?"

"books..?"

"yeah? and?"

"what do you mean by that?"

"have you ever kissed a person like that before?" his question caught you off guard and you turns to him.

"what? no! it's not like that! do i need to have an experience to explain those?" you defend yourself. you haven't been kissed yet!

"want me to give you an experience, then?"

you were caught you off guard and you didn't have time to react when he leans to you, kissing the side of your lips. too close to be called a kiss. too close to end your 'no first kiss' phase.

"i like you." he mutters as he looks at you straight in the eye. you're still close to each other and you can feel his breathe on your skin. "more than any of my favorite sweets." he adds, making you laugh.

"i like you, too. more than any favorite sunset i had captured and saw." you confess.

he smiles but his face immediately turns into a sour face. "even though i can barely watch a horror movie?" he asks cutely and you burst into laugh.

"w-who.." you can't stop yourself from laughing. "who said that?"

"suguru." he mentions his best friend. so, the dark haired male is the suspect on spreading false claims.

"I like someone who removes all of the seeds on my sliced watermelon." he smiles at that sentence.

"i like someone who will immediately thought of me whenever he sees sunset and sends me a picture of it." he smiles even more as he closes the gap between you slowly.

"yeah? and? you like someone who's very handsome, too, right?" he grins. "you like a certain someone whose contact name is 'annoying blue-eyed freak', right?"

it made you chuckle. how did he even know that one? you always made sure to lock your phone and keep the password to yourself only.

"i like someone who can't watch a horror movie with me and full of screams–"

he shuts you up by putting his lips onto yours and then pulls away.

your 'no first kiss' phase have officially signed off.

satoru clearly knows that you love movie nights, especially horror movies with him screaming but satoru knows that you love him even more than your collection of horror movies and the sunset you have ever captured and saw in your whole life.

[wroteclassicaly]

18+

When you say you love Gator during sex and he cums immediately.

He’s working up his frenzied pace, normally slicked back hair in strands of disarray. He can’t quite meet your mouth, breaths jagged pants that smell like faded vape and chew. It’s disgusting, but it tastes like Gator… And you fucking love it. No one is speaking loudly, voices lying in fragments across pleaded whispers.

That is, until, you can no longer contain yourself. Nails digging into that ink wrapped around his bicep, every mole and freckle available to eye fuck, tracing your gaze right back up to meet his blown pupils - delicious amber shards scattered into an inky, enriching abyss. One of your hands slides off his back, cupping around his neck, cradling tightly when you say it, right as he’s pushing into a deep thrust.

“I love you, Gator,” you state, an emotional whine following your finality to the statement, breathless at how he’s fucking you. “I’m so in love with you.”

You wish you could capture his face on film within this very moment. His eyes go wide, his beautiful, kiss swollen mouth drops open, and his hips stutter, causing him to collapse his full weight onto you as he gives a long, belly deep, honey hot moan. He’s coming immediately, following your declaration, burying his face into your neck to stifle sniffling aftershocks. You hold him through it, your chest bursting with pride, cunt soaked with need, with his fucking seed. He always pulls out, but this time?

You don’t find it within yourself to care, and neither does he, apparently. You kiss his sweaty crown, the side of his face, simultaneously locking your arms around his heaving back. You aren’t expecting anything back, you just feel grateful that he knows now. It’s quiet, however, for a few moments, until you think he’s fallen asleep against your breasts. But Gator surprises you, lifting himself from his cocoon in your flesh.

His irises are still a mere ring, his thumbpad tracing your lips to part them, making him lean in to kiss you deeply, breathlessly. You can’t find anything to say upon spit slick lips parting, but you’ve already had your moment. It’s time for Gator to have his. With one nose nudge, he looks you square in the eyes, giving into saying something he’s never been able to say to another human being within his entire lifetime.

“I’ve never loved another person. But I fuckin’ know that I love you.”

[scn-thedog]

PVPCIV WORLDBUILDING THOUGHT DUMP

i think there's differences in swords … not the actual swords but the people. like the wooden swords/pvp noobs are naturally more skinny and small and stuff because they can't afford food often… someone who was "born" in the wooden sword level will most likely be way shorter and skinnier than someone born in the stone sword level ←this is assuming spawning works kinda like how it does in parkciv and everyone doesn't just start out in the wooden sword level !! tabi is an exception to this and is Very Tall compared to most wooden swords :-)

iron swords are usually more bulky and fat because . they can afford to eat. most of them have claws or long nails because they don't need to fight teeth and nail to survive and long nails used to be a symbol of status (because it meant you could afford them to be long .bceause you didn't do farm work and stuff that would keep them short/make you cut them) . not a lot of people were born there though, the little ones that were born there are actually taller and pale-er than the average pvp citizen!

stone swords however are probably the most bulky …they fighting a lot!! and can afford food more than wood swords. most of the people born there have more scars than the average pvp civilization citizen since they're born in the level that fights the most . the second most resourceful level too, a lot of stone swords know how to use their items …and since they can actually get items they can do stuff with them (the wooden swords would be more resourceful than them if they could afford items more often) . typically very muscular BUT not tall

eating is seen as something very special and indicative of status since it's only ever used for healing most of the time, inviting someone to eat is seen as a super duper important invitation since food is so weirdly just …eaten . this only ever happens in the iron sword level though, and it's completely unheard of in the stone and wood levels

a lot of famine food like dishes go around since people prefer to ease their stomachs with something even if it won't help them heal or anything, so grass, bark, moss, seeds, etc. is commonly consumed to ease hunger. actual food is used solely for healing most of the time

↑↑↑wooden swords are the ones coming up with most of these dishes. it's so common for them to originate from there it's become common to refer to bad food (like beetroots and melon and other stuff that doesn't help with hunger) as "wooden food" or any similar variations

let's talk terminology !! "wooden" and "upper layer" is slang for cheap/bad. saying something is wooden would be to say it's cheap and/or bad (e.j.: "this is wooden food" "these are upper layer prices"). obviously a reference to the wooden sword level

↑wooden swords get back by calling layers below them moles, rats, and any less flattering variations like what zam called the diamond swords

stone swords are stereotyped to be the most agressive and irrational . it's not uncommon to say "stop being such a stone sword" to tell someone to calm down

i think that's it regarding pvpciv as the civilization. smiley face