#my manager's ethic is: don't care what hours you work as long as you're here at the morning meeting and get all your work done

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[heliosoll]

hi sorry if this is bothersome but u inspired me to make a winx dr and flora is my gf in my winx dr and i wanna know more about her 👀 just please tell me all about what she’s like in your dr as much as possible if ur up for it!! any storytimes? what is she like in general? what’s her aesthetic like? her likes and dislikes? interests omg

- 🪄 anon, i’m still here sorry i haven’t sent an ask in a while! i was trying to stop overconsuming info

OMG HIIII ugh i could talk about her all day please 🥰

I would definitely recommend watching the show or even comps on youtube! And reading the comics if you're up for that! Both of my DRs were a mix of the cartoon, movies, and comics so her personality in them is 1 to 1!

I would say in general, Flora can be very shy but she isn't as shy as people think! In a weird way, I think she's shyer with people she knows rather than people she doesn't. She's absolutely not afraid to stand up for herself and she can be very opinionated, especially if it's about something very important to her (she often advocated for things!). She's shyer when it comes to people complimenting her, but not so much with getting to know people or talking to strangers! Literally there are times when she complained about people not being social enough aljdghljahg. Although she was very shy with Helia so since you're dating her you might see that side of her more 🥰

Flora can be very chatty when she's in a good mood :) And she can talk forever about the things she loves (if you let her, she will absolutely talk to you for hours about plant care). And speaking of plants! Flora loves it when people help her with her plants! She doesn't expect it and she can feel bad asking because she doesn't want to force anyone or feel like a burden, but she does really like it when people spend time with her while she's gardening, especially if they're participating.

She can get very protective and mother hen like too! Her parents were relatively good at raising Miele and not making Flora do too much to help, but Flora kind of naturally wanted to help out with her and often acted a bit motherish. Now she gets like that with all of us, although it has gotten better over the years! She's not overbearing or anything but there were times when we would want to do something and would say something like "you can't, that's too dangerous". And she's not trying to be controlling or dismissing but it did occasionally feel like she didn't trust us. But again, it got a lot better and now she's just protective instead of overprotective.

In my DRs, Flora was very careful about what she ate! Not in a dieting way, but in an ethical way. She didn't mind eating meat as long as she knew exactly where it came from, how the animal lived, how it died, etc. Same with any vegetables or fruits! She outright refused to eat food if she knew it was unethical in any way (that includes a bad working environment). Thankfully, we didn't really have to deal with that a lot but certain planets weren't as strict with their rules so there were times like that.

Flora is very smart! She consistently had all A's and all her classes are advanced. She's also surprisingly good at managing her time! There were plenty of times when she would hang out with us but she still managed to study for all her classes, finish her homework/projects, take care of her plants, make time for dates, etc. And she slept at night! Girlie is insane actually I still don't know how she can do that

But speaking of school, she enjoyed all of her classes but she really liked Potionology! I'm pretty sure that was in the show at some point? But anyway, Flora loves potions! She enjoys making them, studying them, creating new ones. The whole thing! She has a bit of a chemist vibe honestly she really likes experimenting with things :)

Likes and dislikes... she likes romantic comedies, walks through Lynphean forests, cooking and baking, cuddling (!!!), holding hands, really any kind of casual intimacy, upbeat music, sun hats, fruit (!! she loves fruit, especially strawberries and watermelon), flowy dresses, and obviously gardening and other things related to nature. She likes dancing too but she can get really nervous if it's just her and no one else dancing so make sure to dance with her! For dislikes, anyone who shows their anger through yelling, anyone who hurts or disrespects nature, people who hurt or disrespect her loved ones, horror movies, she's not great with things that are too spicy, popcorn (because it gets stuck in her teeth), when people don't take serious situations seriously enough, and writing essays (she's good at it, she just finds it boring).

I wouldn't usually do this but since I don't think a lot of people are going to read this far, here's a link to a pinterest board I made with outfits she wore and things that are very similar! A lot of them she wore during our time on Earth :) And a board I just made for her bedroom aesthetic! It's not completely accurate of course but it does get the general vibe across.

If you want to know more let me know! I've said this before and I'll say it a million times!! I love my winx DRs so much and I could spend hours talking about them :') So def don't get worried about bothering me or sending too many questions about them!

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@viisiond || plotted starter || nettle stop bein cute. fucker

[it's lengthy so I gave it a cut as a courtesy to the dash!]

He's wrapped up the last of his work- finally. He's sent a letter back home to let his family know he's taking the rest of the day to rest and will be packing up and setting out tomorrow. They can expect him within two weeks, though his travel time will depend on road conditions, weather, and the whims of his health(as always).

Liyue Harbor has been very kind and welcoming to Nettle, of course, but he hasn't seen his family in over three months. He's never been on his own this long and it's worn him down horribly. Still, he's managed to soldier through it, and that gives him a little hope, at least in terms of being able to look after himself more often in the future.

He'll be happy to go back to his temporary room at the Guild and have some quiet, decompress, hopefully sleep for a while. But there's one last errand he wants to take care of.

Bubu Pharmacy is in all likelihood on its noon break period, a time for having a meal, catching a breather, restocking things and checking inventory- which means it's a good time for Nettle to drop by for a social visit.

Baizhu is already out front when Nettle ambles in, to his relief. No need to ask for him. He's looking at some notes, so Nettle clears his throat and offers a polite wave and a small smile when he looks up.

"Hullo," he says, "Sorry to intrude during an off hour- I won't take up too much time."

"What do you need today, then, Nettle?" Baizhu marks and closes his notebook and offers a polite smile in turn.

"Nothing, actually," Nettle laughs a little, "I finished the last of my liasion work this morning, so tomorrow I'll be packing up and heading home to Monstadt."

Baizhu is quiet for just a few beats longer than Nettle expects, but then he says, "...Ah, I see. I hadn't realized you were so close to finishing."

There's something in his tone that feels a little thoughtful, but Nettle isn't here to try and read his mind.

"Honestly, after the first fortnight I stopped knowing how much was left to do or how long it would take myself." He says, but then he holds out a parcel. Baizhu looks at it blankly.

"Ah," Nettle coughs, "I'm sorry, let me-" He fumbles and flushes as he excuses himself and explains. "...I...well, of course I know that everything you've done for me has just been part of your job. And I understand that you'd offer the same help and courtesy to anyone who pays for it, but..."

He exhales. "...Even so...It's mundane to you, but for me it made all the difference. More than once. The supplies I've gotten here, as well as the suggestions and tips, they've helped me take care of myself while I've been here...and they've helped me save a few lives out in the field as well. I can't...really effectively express how significant that is to me."

He takes another breath. "Anyway, all my carrying on aside, I wanted to do something to thank you. So, uh, here. It's a gift...care package? I don't know, call it what you like, but it's for you."

Baizhu is very quiet as he takes the parcel- it's actually three small packages bound together with twine.

"The one on top is yours," Nettle says, "But I...I've labeled the others- I brought things for Qiqi and mister Gui as well."

Baizhu nods, still silent, removes the packet on top and unwraps it. Nettle immediately feels his face heat, begins fidgeting and fiddling with his hands. He hadn't expected him to open it right away.

"I...er, I know it's...really not anything special," he sputters, "...It may not even do you any good, or you may not even like the taste, but...maybe you'll at least like the teacup?"

Wrapped in the parcel is a small wooden cup, the same shape as most used for hot tea in Liyue. It's been sanded smooth and given a few coats of safe varnish for durability, and detailed, painstakingly carved wildflowers and fiddleheads add character to it. There is a simple lid on top.

"There's uh, there's some loose leaf tea inside. In a paper container." Nettle says, "It's designed to uh, to help treat inflammation and regulate heartrate. Amaranth did most of the research for making it originally, but I put this batch together myself. I uh, I also made the cup."

"I know that your health isn't good, so I just..." he's still fidgeting, "...Well I mean you know more about medicine and all that than I ever could, so it's likely this is something you've already tried, or that wouldn't work for you, or...well, like I said, you might not even like the flavor, but..."

He finishes very quietly, lamely, voice cracking, "...to be honest, I just...kind of worry about you a little, and I wanted to...try and offer what little I can, you know?"

Baizhu nods absently and remains quiet.

"Um...the...the one for Gui is a leatherbound notebook? Or more accurately a cover. The inside can be switched out if he fills it up. I figure he can keep notes on orders and other things in there. The one for Qiqi..."

He purses his lips. Qiqi is a sweet kid, really. Not very expressive, and her working memory is honestly awful. She's a literal zombie, so Nettle isn't entirely surprised by that- being undead coming with physical or cognitive issues makes a lot of sense to him.

Still, she really tries very hard. And he may not know what the ethical thing to do is concerning whether she should be laid to rest or allowed to keep going as is- but for as long as she does keep going, he feels she should be treated with love and care, just like any other child. He's spent quite a few hours helping her find her way after finding her lost, and while they walk he plays games and sings songs with her. Ones he does with his nephew- ones that he was taught to help manage his own working memory problems as a child.

...He doesn't know if any of that has helped Qiqi improve on the whole, but...he's noticed in the last few weeks that she recognizes him when he comes in and remembers his name(well...the shortening of it- Ned.)

"Qiqi's is, um...it's more of a memento, or keepsake, or something. There's a little notepad inside, not...not for writing, I've just...catalogued some of the songs and games I taught her, in case she wants to keep playing them. And there's a little...charm, I guess? It's just a little felted toy with a string she can use to attach it to a bag or belt. It's um..."

He mutters in embarrassment, "...............it's a dendro slime. With my uh, my coloring...well, a lot of people compare me to one, and...she seems to sort of recognize me now, and I know how much work that must have taken her...Anyway, I filled it up with the same scent I think she recognizes me by, it's...sweetened cinnamon. It's the fragrance I use for my hygeine supplies, so I always smell like it. I've found um...for me at least, some of my strongest memory reactions are to scents, so...I kind of...tried to get her to use sensory input to help her, and...well I don't know if it worked, but...I can hope."

"God I really did just go on and on, I'm so sorry." Nettle laughs, "...please continue looking after her well, though, Baizhu. She's a really, really good kid."

With another sigh, he finally drops his hands to his sides again. "Anyway, I'm sure you still have some things to get to during your break, so I'll wrap it up and get out of your way but...well, I hope you'll also...take good care of yourself. I know it can be pretty touch and go for you some days, but...well, I'd like it if you're still here the next time I'm able to make it out here. So, so I can see you again. And maybe get your opinion on that tea? Haha..."

He knows he must be going from pink to red by now. Baizhu has still said....all but nothing. He doesn't seem upset, more like...perhaps he's having trouble processing the gift. Regardless, Nettle is getting too embarrassed to handle this any longer- so he excuses himself and scampers out of the pharmacy. He'll get dinner to go on his way back to the guild.

[lifeat1337carlton]

So the one man cleaning crew comes in one day a week he only redistributes dirt he doesn't actually clean.

And that's not my opinion well that is my opinion but it's the opinion of many people who live in here in the building.

And they say this because the building is dirty nothing gets wiped down nothing gets sanitized.

After he comes through this is what the sunroom looks like.

He just takes and pushes all the furniture to the front of the room dust mops and leaves that's it he's done.

No one's wiping down the furniture no one's wiping off the table no one's wiping off the window ledge and of course no one cleans windows.

This is what the sunroom should look like so individuals with wheelchairs and walkers can gain access to the furniture or to stand and look out the window or to wheel in front of the window and to look out.

No I said it before I'm going to say it again the burnt orange recliners they might not look that comfortable but actually they are.

But when you have people who really don't care eating food spilling food smoking cigarettes the furniture looks a little less than what it should be.

That is where these two items come into play you can pick up the phone carpet cleaner at the Dollar tree and I'm sure the long handle brush can be picked up at any hardware store.

You spray the carpet cleaner on the furniture it's not going to hurt it I use it on my own.

You let it sit a few minutes you take the brush you brush it and all of a sudden it's clean it smells fresh.

But you see we don't get either clean or fresh here at Carleton view projects that is because we have Piedmont housing alliances the management company who neither manages nor maintains the property properly.

Which means every Monday that the one man cleaning crew is here when he finishes he should be checking in at the office and the office manager property manager whatever they want to call themselves these days they need to be walking through the building.

They need to be deciding is this acceptable or does it need to be done over again.

Why is the furniture not pushed back where it belongs why is the glass dirty in the windows why are window ledges have bugs on them.

Why are the floors not mopped.

Why is it that the handles and push bars to the doors have not been cleaned and sanitized why is it that elevator buttons handicap buttons and the call boxes are directly outside the door have not been cleaned and sanitized by the one man cleaning crew.

The answer is he is said time and time again he cannot do this whole building by himself in 4 hours.

Maybe it's time you get a new cleaning company one that will actually clean the building.

And while you're at it why don't you get some managers that actually manage and maintain the property or even maintenance because maintenance this is supposed to be their responsibility to ensure that the building is clean and well maintained.

That was said by Reed and Jay maintenance supervisors.

Everybody knows what the building should look like it's just you have lazy people working here at Carleton view projects.

They're only in it for the paycheck they take no pride in the work they do and they have no work ethics whatsoever.

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Just a Ine Night Stand

Who knew a one night stand leads to a whole lot of trouble and drama?

Well Sebastian Matthews, a multi-millionaire hotel owner, cold hearted boss, and unsuspecting victim, certainly didn't know.

While planning the opening of a new hotel, the new interior designer seems awfully familiar, just like the one in his bed last weekend. Loving insults and sensual glares were sent in each other's direction. Unable to throw anymore comebacks, the two inevitably get together. But when the biggest obstacle comes, decisions are made and hearts are broken.

But was it the right one?

Sneak peak

I lay her down gently on my bed and moved us up until her head were on my pillows. Our tongues continued to dance and our hands were still exploring each other's bodies.

My hands made their way down to the front of her jeans. I unbutton and unzipped the necessary contraptions and quickly removed her pants, with her repeating my same actions.

Once all our clothes are off, I reached over to my bedside table to grab a condom, not once removing my lips from hers. After a while, I managed to grab one and ripped it open with my teeth. She moved on from my lips to my neck, sucking hard that was sure to leave a mark, but I couldn't stop that small moan that came out. She grabbed the rubber and rolled it on me and after I pushed her on her back so that I can enter, but she seemed to disagree with me.

"What do you think you're doing?" She says, slightly out of breath.

"What does it look like? I'm about to fuck you," I retorted hotly, eager for the warm hug awaiting me.

"I refuse to be on my back while that happens," she glares at me. Her blue eyes were burning and only managed to turn me on more. Great. "I will not concede to what men perceive us women to be in bed."

Enough with her bullshit, I say loudly, hoping to stop the conversation, "Woman, I don't care what you think, just let me fuck you already!"

"First of all that's rude. Second, swearing is distasteful. And third, I'm fucking you." And with that she flips us over so that I am under her.

In the far back of my mind, I criticize her contradicting statement, but the majority of me couldn't stop but feel even more turned on. I grab her hips, planning to flip us over, but it was too late. She grabbed me and placed herself on me, causing the both of us to let out a loud moan.

"You still got anything to say?" She asks while moving her hips. Unable to form any words due to the intense pleasure, I was only able to shake my head.

"Good, I didn't think so."

An hour earlier...

"So what are you here for?" I ask while taking a sip of my drink.

"I'm celebrating my birthday alone and single," she lifts her drink for a toast, "Happy birthday to me."

"I'll drink to that," I replied clinking my glass with hers and took a sip.

A few moments went by before she breaks the silence, "So what are you here for?"

From there we striked up conversation after conversation, seemingly finding a lot in common. The club music and moving bodies were drowned and soon forgotten into the background, making it seem like it was just the two of us, drinking and talking. I actual enjoyed the conversation we had, from work ethic to opinions of popular celebrities. Drinks empty and a little buzzed, we soon realize that a whole hour went by unknowingly.

"Well," she stands up and pays her bills. Then she looked me straight in the eye and says, "Are you going to take me somewhere or not."

So demanding but so sexy.

"Really?" I reply with an eyebrow raised, "Don't you want to know my name?"

She sexily smirks, "Names doesn't matter, it's only for the night, isn't it?"

This woman will be the death of me.

Next Morning...

Sure enough, she was long gone by the time I woke up. I didn't know whether to feel offended that she didn't want morning sex or to feel grateful that she wasn't one of the clingy ones. Either way, last night was amazing, and not only the sex part. I kind of wished that I'd have gotten her number, but oh well.

It was just a one night stand after all.