#n: fig leaf

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34 Boulevard Saint Germain (Our Impression) - Oil Perfumery

Inspired by Diptyque's 34 Boulevard Saint Germain Fragrance Oil - 10 ml (roller ball)

Notes- TOP: Blackcurrant, Green Leaves, Citrus, Pink Peppercorn, Clove, Cinnamon, Cardamom MIDDLE: Rose, Geranium, Tuberose, Iris, Violet BASE: Woody Notes, Eucalyptus, Balms, Resins

Gender: Unisex

[focusonkayjay]

between the ride and the roses (1)

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: biker/ motorcycle shop owner! jungkook x flower shop owner! reader, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, slow burn, angst, smut, fluff

Series summary: There's an insane turn of events when your calm and peaceful life is intruded by Jungkook, a biker boy who sets up his loud business right next to your own. Your paths cross under unlikely circumstances, starting with a clash of personalities but gradually you find yourself establishing a deeper connection with the annoyingly attractive biker jerk. You both have no idea what's in store for you guys as you try your best to put up with each other.

Word count: 2.8k

Chapter Warnings: jungkook is kind of an annoying jerk in the beginning, but we still love him. as of now, i have no warnings, but i will mention them when necessary as the series goes on.

A/N: hello, welcome to my very first series. i've been reading fics for as long as i can remember and i've always wanted to start a blog of my own. please read through this and let me know if this story is worth continuing <3

my blog is still "work in progress" and i have many ideas and plans that i wanna give life to, so please stay tuned. your opinions, constructive criticism and suggestions are always welcome.

thank you.

part 1: throttle and stem

The quiet hum of the early morning filled your flower shop as you stood by your workbench, your hands deftly arranging a vibrant bouquet of stargazer lilies, queen of the night blossoms, and delicate sprigs of baby’s breath. As you tied off the bouquet with a soft ribbon, you pulled your phone from the pocket of your apron, glancing at the screen.

"8:09 am."

You sighed to yourself, shaking off the early morning grogginess that still clung to your mind. The air around you was sweet with the mingling fragrances of the flowers, an invisible balm for the weariness you hadn’t quite shaken.

The shop was your sanctuary. Its walls were adorned with climbing vines that had been lovingly nurtured over the years, and its shelves were lined with terracotta pots of miniature bonsais, fiddle-leaf figs, and succulent terrariums. It wasn’t just a workspace… it was your rhythm, your peace. Here, surrounded by blooms and greenery, the world felt like it moved just a little slower.

You turned towards the bay window, where golden sunlight poured in, illuminating an assortment of hydrangeas and snapdragons on display. It was the kind of morning you cherished… peaceful, predictable, and entirely yours to savor.

Shifting closer to the window, your gaze naturally drifted to the storefront beside yours. The faded "For Rent" sign, hanging crookedly in the glass, caught your eye like always. Ever since Mrs. Lee shut down her cozy little bakery and moved away with her husband, the space had remained lifeless, the once-welcoming aroma of fresh pastries replaced by silence and dust.

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia as you remembered the way the scent of freshly baked bread and cinnamon rolls used to drift into your shop every morning. Now, the vacant building had become an eyesore you had grown used to ignoring… a dull, empty reminder of what had once been.

Turning away from the window, you wandered through your shop, watering the orchids in their clay pots and adjusting the arrangement of lavender sprigs by the counter. You opened sharp at 9, but these quiet moments before customers arrived were your favorite. It was a time to bask in the stillness, to let the beauty of your flowers fill every corner of your mind.

You settled back at your workbench, pulling another bundle of roses and eucalyptus stems from the cooler. Your hands moved automatically as your thoughts wandered, appreciating the rare silence that surrounded you. Most of the shops on your street wouldn’t open for another hour, leaving the block in a peaceful lull.

The quiet wasn’t just comforting, it was necessary. It was the space where you could breathe, think, and just be.

And just when you were basking in the silence you oh so appreciated, your train of thoughts are harshly interrupted by a sharp growl that tore through the air, so ridiculously loud that it startled you into dropping the shears you were grasping in your hand. The noise grew louder, rising and falling with an almost deafening rhythm. Engines revved outside, followed by the sharp, repetitive beeping of trucks reversing.

Frowning, you stepped towards the window, peeking out from behind a display of yellow roses. Two enormous moving trucks had pulled up in front of the vacant building, their engines rumbling as a group of workers began hauling furniture and equipment onto the sidewalk.

Your chest tightened as you took in the scene: huge wooden crates, motorcycle frames, and oversized toolboxes haphazardly scattered across the pavement.

The stillness you were treasuring just a minute ago was shattered in less than a second by the disgusting sound of chaos arriving at your doorstep.

Still confused, your eyes suddenly fall on the huge stack of oversized toolboxes placed on the sidewalk, partially blocking the entrance to your shop. You scoffed, your mind unable to wrap itself around this bizarre situation.

Before you could fully process what exactly was happening, your feet carried you towards the front door of your shop and you stepped outside, breathing heavily. “Hey!” you called out, trying to dodge around a burly man carrying a huge box labeled FRAGILE. “What’s going on here?” you question, still looking around, trying to take in the state of your surroundings.

The closest person to you wasn’t a mover or a worker. You could easily conclude that just by the way he was leaning lazily against one of the trucks, scrolling through his phone as if oblivious to the commotion. A thick leather jacket, adorned with intricate patches and scratches that told untold stories rested on his left shoulder.

Tattoos crawled up his toned forearms, disappearing under the ripped sleeves of his black t-shirt. A loose silver chain around his neck glinted as he shifted his weight, and when he glanced up, his dark eyes locked onto yours with a mix of curiosity and disinterest.

"What's going on here?" you ask again, this time trying to sound as civil as possible. Your fists are balled and you regulate your breathing as you observe the man in front of you. “Moving in.” he simply answers, his voice smooth but laced with indifference. “What’s it look like to you?”

You blinked, momentarily thrown by his audacity. You're generally a calm person, that is, until someone provokes you in the weirdest ways. “It looks like you’re turning the sidewalk into an obstacle course.” you snapped, unable to remain civil like you had previously planned. “My customers won’t be able to get into my shop!” you added.

His lips curved into a faint smirk, the kind that instantly made you think, this was someone you would never get along with. “What customers?” He chuckles, glancing theatrically up and down the empty street before meeting your gaze again.

Your blood boiled as you heard him mock you. “Excuse me?” He stepped closer, the faint scent of leather and motor oil lingering in the air between you. “Relax, sweetheart. We’ll keep it tidy. Don’t get your roses in a twist.” he says, eyeing a bouquet he was able to spot through the window of your store.

You bristled. “First of all, don’t call me sweetheart. Second, those are lilies, NOT roses.” You jabbed a finger towards the bouquet in the window. “And third, I don’t need your promises. I need you to move your chaos somewhere else and not disturb my business!”

He tilted his head, clearly amused. “You really care about those flowers, huh?” he asks. You can easily tell he thinks nothing of your business. “Of course, I do! Unlike some people, I actually respect my work and the space around me.” you argue.

The man rolls his eyes, and that only drives you more mad. His nonchalance and his lack of empathy itches your brain the wrong way. “Whatever.” he casually shrugs, turning away as he hears one of the men call out to him. “Jeon, where do you want the bike stand?”

Jeon? You realize that's probably his surname. “Right here.” he replies, pointing towards the storefront. Without sparing you another glance, he strode over, his gait relaxed and confident, as if he hadn’t just ruined your morning.

You stood there, fists clenched, watching as the chaos unfolded further. The reality hit you hard—the quiet, vacant space beside your shop was no longer empty. It was now home to this infuriating, leather-clad biker who had just walked into your life like a hurricane. And somehow, you knew, your peaceful little flower shop would never be the same.

//

The rest of the morning passes in a haze of irritation. Every time you tried to return to your flowers and reclaim the peace you once cherished, another burst of loud noise would jolt you out of focus. The metallic clang of tools, the rumble of engines being tested, and the shouts of movers unloading endless boxes were relentless. Even the cheerful chime of your shop door opening, signaling the arrival of your first customer, couldn’t lift your mood entirely.

“Busy morning out there, huh?” Mrs. Park, one of your long-time regulars, quipped as she admired a bouquet of tulips on display. You forced a smile, standing up from your workbench. “You could say that.” you answered, looking back at the window that gave you a view of the happenings next door

She chuckled, picking up a small pot of baby succulents. “Looks like someone’s finally opening a business there. Hopefully, it’s something good and the owner is nice. I miss Mrs. Lee’s bakery, though. Her strawberry tarts were divine.” she says, walking towards the counter with the pot she had just picked out.

You bit back a sarcastic retort about how this newcomer was something way from from “nice” and nodded instead. “I miss her too. But yeah, we'll just have to wait and see what the new business is going to be about.” you sigh.

//

By the time the clock struck noon, the chaos outside had died down enough for you to risk stepping out again. Boxes had been cleared from the sidewalk, though a few crates still lingered near the entrance of your shop, their presence a glaring reminder of the morning’s disruption.

You spotted him immediately—Jeon. He was crouched next to a sleek black motorcycle, his hands busy adjusting something near the engine. A few workers milled around, chatting, but this man seemed entirely absorbed in his work.

You purse your lips and stepped back on the sidewalk to get a better view of the building. The sign "Throttle and Torque" hung up high, right beside yours that read "Garden's Grace."

You look back down at the man, who still seemed so immersed in whatever the heck he was doing. Against your better judgment, you marched over, fueled by lingering frustration. “Excuse me.” you say, waiting for him to respond. He didn’t look up. You stepped closer, crossing your arms as you tapped your foot impatiently. “Excuse me!” you snap.

This time, he glanced up, wiping his hands on a rag before standing to his full height. Up close, he was even more infuriatingly confident, his dark eyes glinting which barely concealed any sort amusement. “What?” he asked, completely unbothered. You gestured towards the lingering crates. “Your stuff is still blocking part of my entrance.” you reply, trying your level best to keep your voice at a respectable volume.

He glanced at the crates, then back at you. “Looks fine to me.” he shrugs. “It’s not fine. It’s in the way.” you argue, fighting the urge to just run and kick the crates away from your entrance. His lips curved into that maddening smirk again. “You’re really particular about your space, huh?”

“Unlike some people…” you pause, taking a deep breath “I respect boundaries.” you state. He chuckled, the sound low and infuriatingly casual. “Alright, alright. I’ll move them. Don’t blow a gasket, sweetheart.” he says causing you to roll your eyes at the nickname but you bite your tongue, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing you lose your temper again.

As he turned to call out to one of the workers, you noticed something—a small, intricately designed patch sewn onto the back of his leather jacket that he was wearing. It depicted a phoenix rising from flames, the design bold and vibrant against the black leather.

Shaking yourself out of the observation you had just made, you look around and finally question him. "What exactly is your business?"

He doesn't answer, still busy with the worker as he guides him on where to place the crates. But as you stood there by yourself, you feel the realization dawning on you as you took in the scattered parts and tools. "Is this a motorcycle shop?" you ask again. He glanced over his shoulder, finally nodding. “Custom bikes. Repairs. The works.” he answers, his tone still the same, low and unbothered.

Of course. The universe had gifted you a neighbor who was the exact opposite of everything your flower shop represented—loud, chaotic, and disruptive. “Just great.” you muttered under your breath, feeling yourself get a headache as you imagine the wild things that you will have to go through with a store like this right beside yours.

“Something to say?” he teases, as he looks at you, finally taking in your appearance. His eyes roamed over you for a moment, his gaze lingering on the effortless beauty you carried. There was something captivating about the way your long, dark hair framed your face, the sunlight catching in the waves and adding a soft halo around you. The earthy tones of your apron only highlighted the warm glow of your skin, and the faint blush on your cheeks gave you an endearing, almost ethereal charm.

You don't say anything and just stand there, trying your best to stay calm. "I'm Jungkook, by the way." you hear him say. You bite the inside of your cheek, not wanting to introduce yourself to him, but you think that might be a little immature. "Y/n." you simply say, avoiding his eyes.

"Didn’t realize such a pretty flower came with so many thorns." he comments, his smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he crosses his arms, observing the way you tried so hard not to throw hands. You rolled your eyes, brushing off his comment. “Didn’t realize bikers had this much trouble respecting other people’s businesses.” you retorted, matching his tone.

Jungkook chuckled, clearly unfazed. He leaned against the wall beside him, his dark eyes gleaming with something between amusement and challenge. “Well, sweetheart, I guess we’re stuck with each other now. Might as well get used to it.” he says, almost like he's challenging you.

You huffed at that stupid nickname again, your fingers tightening around the hem of your apron. “I would REALLY appreciate if you wouldn't call me sweetheart." you pause, slightly stepping forward. "And for the record, being neighbors doesn’t mean I have to put up with your... chaos. My shop values tranquility, something your—” you pause again to gesture towards the motorcycles and tools scattered around, “whole vibe seems to be allergic to.”

Jungkook tilts his head, pretending to consider your words, though the teasing smirk never leaves his features. “Tranquility, huh?” he echoes, his tone mocking. “I can see why you’d like things quiet in there.” His eyes flicked toward your shop window, where the vibrant display of flowers created a stark contrast to the metal and oil-laden aesthetic of his business.

You cross your arms, as you firmly stand your ground. “Exactly. Garden’s Grace is a place where people come to find peace and beauty. Something your Throttle and Torque doesn’t exactly scream.”

He snorted, looking genuinely amused for the first time. “Peace and beauty. Cute. I’m more about the adrenaline and grit side of life. Opposites, huh?” You frowned, refusing to let him get under your skin. “Maybe opposites, but that doesn’t mean you have to make my life miserable.” you said, glancing pointedly at the workers still unloading equipment nearby.

“Alright, alright.” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I’ll make sure my guys clear out your entrance. We wouldn’t want to scare off all those peace-seekers now, would we?” he says, in a tone that irks something ugly inside of you.

You narrowed your eyes, trying to come up with something but you know it would be of no use to argue with someone like him. “Thank you.” you breathe out curtly, turning on your heel to head back to your shop, not wanting to deal with him anymore because you clearly had a business to get back to.

“By the way…” he suddenly calls out, stopping you in your tracks. You turn over your shoulder with a brow raised. “Those flowers in your display…” he said, jerking his chin towards the window. “Whatever they're called... they’re pretty. You’ve got an eye for detail and beauty.” he admits.

The unexpected compliment threw you off guard, and for a moment, you couldn’t find a snappy comeback. Instead, you muttered a soft, “Thanks.” before disappearing into the safety of your shop.

Inside, your heart thudded a little harder than you cared to admit. You shook your head, pushing the moment aside. “Nope, not falling for that.” you mumble to yourself, bringing your focus back on the vibrant bouquet in your hands.

From the corner of your eye, you glanced out the window one last time. Jungkook had gone back to his motorcycle, but there was a faint smile on his face now, one that didn’t carry the same teasing edge as before.

You sighed and shook your head, determined to forget the way it made your stomach flutter. "It’s just day one..." you reminded yourself. "I can survive this." you affirm.

Little did you know, this was only the beginning of a storm neither of you saw coming.

part 2 ->

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[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

Welcome back!!! :) We all missed you

Could you please write one in which MC is an animagus and the characters react to them transforming?

Thank you so much and take it easy 😁

HLC REACT TO MC BEING AN ANIMAGUS

A/N: since no animal was specified, we're going with the classic kitty cat :3

MC finally did it! After months of prep, and some good luck, they completed the animagus ritual....only to become a silver tabby. Not as epic as they would have hoped, but still cool. They needed to show their friends IMMEDIATELY.

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SEBASTIAN SALLOW: "Well aren't you adorable." He chuckles as he kneels down to pet MC. "I'm not surprised you became an animagus. I'm just disappointed you didn't ask me to become one with you." He picks up MC and carries them off. "Now I have a perfectly valid excuse to call you Kitten."

OMINIS GAUNT: "You know, I don't find it funny when you tell me you want to SHOW me something. My wand has its limits." He huffs and waits for MC to do whatever they were so eager to do. His eyebrows rise in shock. One moment he detects a person, the next, a small animal. "What in Merlin's name? You're an animagus??" He hears MC meow and rub against his leg, just like the castle cats. He smiles a little and reaches down to pet MC. "Whatever will we do with you?"

ANNE SALLOW: "Oh, not fair! I was going to go through with the ritual myself but the blasted mandrake leaf wouldn't stay put. Even so..." She picks up MC and cradles then in her arms. "Since you're here. You can be my lap warmer while I study transfiguration."

IMELDA REYES: "You're as mad as I thought. You risked your life to become an animagus, only to become a cat? I'd get my money back if I were you." She watches MC flop over and make some air biscuits with the biggest eyes. "...I see your point."

NATSAI ONAI: She has stars in her eyes and immediately changes in her gazelle form. She and MC dance around each other happily and run down the corridors to cause some havoc. It was entirely worth the detention.

GARRETH WEASLEY: "Brilliant!" He watches in awe as MC transforms and starts purring against him. He picks them up and puts them on his shoulder. "Let's go raid Professor Sharp's storage room. He'll never suspect a cat." He now has a new mantra: Gain kitty, do crime.

LEANDER PREWETT: He looks around to see if anyone saw what MC just did. He leans down and harshly whispers to them. "You do realize that ritual is against the rules here right!? It's so dangerous! You could have died! Let alone the fact that you aren't registered. You could get in serious trouble if you're caught." MC flattens their ears and growls, he puts his hands up defensively. "I won't tell, but be more careful. I'm serious."

AMIT THAKKAR: "By the stars, that's incredible! Was the ritual as hard as it sounds? How many times did you attempt it? Was it difficult to actually keep a mandrake leaf in your mouth for 30 days? These are questions I must know that answers to." MC just meows at him. "Oh...right."

EVERETT CLOPTON: "Whoa! That's amazing! Could you always do that?" He kneels down to scratch MC under the chin. "Hey, I need a favor." He grins devilishly and points at a distant group of students. "See the tall one? I need you to scratch the hell out of his legs. No questions. I'll pay."

POPPY SWEETING: She nearly screams from how cute MC's cat form is. She immediately scoops up MC and cuddles them close to her chest. "Please, for the love of Merlin and all magic, let me put little hats on you. My grandma knits all sorts of little hats and sweaters for her cats and I just KNOW they would look adorable on you." MC is locked in her arms. There is no escape.

ELAZAR FIG: "Extraordinary!" He was sitting at his desk when MC came in to show him their new trick. MC jumped onto his desk as a cat and slowly blinks at him. He reaches forward and gently pets their head. "I've always known you were capable of strong magic, and I'm glad you trust me enough to show me this, but do be cautious. Being an unregistered animagus is a big deal to some in the Ministry. Tread carefully. For now, you're welcome to nap on my desk."

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Time to kill everyone with Cuteness again!

Eve with a little child who dresses like the Einherjars or the gods.

That or Adam with a Gaint daughter who is super shy and somewhat childish.

-Eve couldn’t help but giggle softly, seeing you twirl around in your Halloween costume, as you had wanted to go as your favorite Einherjar warrior!

-When you had told your mama this she couldn’t help but smile, knowing that you were going to be so cute!

-Now here you were, all dressed up, ready to go out but first you wanted to go and see (Favorite) to show him your costume first!

-Lu Bu- Could only blink down at you, seeing a child friendly version of him as you beamed up at him. He was confused as to why you were dressed as him, kneeling down, “Why do you look like me?” your grin widened, excited that he liked it, “I wanted to be you for Halloween because you’re my favorite!” he couldn’t help but chuckle but he took you to Thor to show you off.

-Adam- While you couldn’t dress up exactly like him, Eve did help you make a fig leaf dress, and when you ran to him, “Papa!!” he all but melted, seeing that you were dressed up as him, complete with an apple and a bright grin on your face. It took a while to go trick or treating, as he kept wanting to take photos.

-Kojiro- Completely melted, seeing you dressed up like him, giving you a huge hug, “You look so strong Y/N! You’ve got to be the strongest swords user in the world!” you beamed, holding the hilts of your swords (foam swords), posing for him, “I wanted to dress up as you because you’re my favorite!!” he melted, almost to the point of tears, hugging you close.

-Jack- Hid his face behind his hands as he was blushing so hard, seeing you running up to him, “Lookie Jack, I’m you!” He couldn’t help but smile but at the same time he was worried, “Are you sure you want to be me?” you nodded, a grin on your face, “Why wouldn’t I? You’re always nice to me and you always dress fancy!” he chuckled softly, seeing the childlike innocence in you- you were too precious.

-Raiden- Beamed brightly, seeing you in a child friendly version of a sumo suit, with lines painted on your body, looking just like him when he was fighting Shiva and you beamed, “I’m the strongest!!” he boomed with laughter, picking you up, tossing you into the air, listening to your delighted squeals. Shiva held his heart after he received the photo of you and Raiden posing together.

-Buddha- The moment he saw you he couldn’t help but grin, “Ooh looks like I’ve got some competition for treats tonight!” you beamed, giving him a twirl, “Do you like it? I wanted to be you because you’re my favorite!” Buddha felt his heart squeeze as he collapsed to his knees, holding his chest, you were going to kill him with cuteness.

-Qin Shi Huang- Instantly dropped to his knees, bowing to you, “My emperor!” you giggled, running over as he opened his arms, hugging you close before you twirled, showing off your costume, “Do you like it? I wanted to be my favorite person for Halloween!” QSH was quick to get a swelled head, gushing to everyone that he was your favorite.

-Nikola- Immediately collapsed to his knees then to his side, tears welling on how adorable you looked! He couldn’t believe you dressed up as him as Thomas and Isaac were praising you for the costume, making you beam brightly as you spoke, “Nikola’s my favorite person so I wanted to be him!” Nikola was sure he was going to die from cuteness.

-Leonidas- Immediately was roaring with laughter, seeing you dressed up like him, even with a toy shield, a bright grin on your face, “Now who are you supposed to be?” you put your free hand on your hip, “I’m Leonidas- King of Sparta! And Y/N’s favorite person!” his soldiers couldn’t help but smile, thinking you were adorable while Leonidas grinned down at you- you were so cute!

[tallulah477]

Push Me, Push Back

Kinktober Day 10: Knife Kink

Pairing: Spider x Fem!Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: AgedUp!Spider, Semi-dark!Spider, Fingering, Bullying, Physical fighting/grappling, Knife kink/knife play, Blood play, Dub-con, Dirty talk, Dom Spider, Sub Reader, Size Difference, Mentions of Spider wanting to physically hurt the reader (briefly)

Word Count: 3K

A/N: It's technically not midnight here yet, so I'm still on time!

Summary: He doesn’t know why you target him - why you make fun of him, or push him around, or threaten him. But he’s tired of your shit, and he’s going to prove to you why him being shorter than you doesn’t mean he can’t still take you down. 

Translations:

Tawtute - Human, sky person

Tewgn - Loincloth

Vrrtep - Demon

Kurkung - Asshole

Skxawgn - Moron, idiot

Teylu - Beetle larva

Meyp - Weak

He doesn’t know why you target him.

He’s always been good to The People, always tries to prove his worth and value to the clan despite being born of the sky people. He’s never been anything other than kind, helpful, and respectful. 

The clan has come to accept him over the years. His psycho father is gone, all the other humans sent back once again to their dying planet with the firm expectation that this time they stay there. Even Neytiri who has every reason to hate his guts has mostly come around. He’s proven his loyalty to the Sully family a million times over, proven his bond with her children is true and never wavering - and when the time came to choose between the man who has the memories of his birth father and his found family, he let Quaritch drown and saved Jake instead. 

Neytiri had started to look at him a little differently after that, and he couldn’t be more grateful that he finally has the family that he’s always wanted.

Life is good now. He feels seen, heard, and loved. He finally has a place in the world and a position within the clan that garners respect from all.

All except you.

He doesn’t know what he did to make you hate him. It wasn’t like this before he got caught and the Sully’s fled to Awa’atlu. He remembers you from back then. You were barely on his radar, not direct friends with any of the Sully children so there weren’t lots of opportunities for hang outs or conversations. Plus, at that time, The People were still a bit hesitant to let their children play with a human. Despite them knowing that not all humans were bad, the stigma was still there, made worse by the knowledge of exactly who birthed him. 

But you were still around. He remembers the cute toothy smiles you used to send him from where you stood glued to your mother’s side. The small three fingered waves he would get as your mother dragged you off and out of sight. He remembers when Kiri’s lesson with Mo’at ran later than intended and you popped out of nowhere and offered to help him mix the fruit dye he uses to paint on his stripes. You were sweet, even if a little shy.

But when he and the Sully’s came back to the forest after the end of the war, you were different. Once innocent amber eyes had turned cold and angry. The goofy smiles had turned into scowls and frowns at the mere sight of him. Your words, once friendly and helpful, were now scathing jabs meant to hurt and anger. 

And you were relentless with it. 

“Move, vrrtep,” You snap, bodily throwing your shoulder into Spider’s, cutting in front of him in the line to get food, and nearly tossing him to the ground with the force. 

He stumbles, only saved from face planting by his agile nature. The food he was holding is not as lucky though and lands on the ground a couple of feet away from him. He whirls around, glaring daggers at your smirking face and trying to ignore how your friends laugh behind you. 

“What the fu—”

“The actual Na’vi get food first,” You say, grabbing a fig leaf and filling it with teylu, but your eyes don’t leave his, watching with glee as anger floods the dark orbs. “Then the little pets can have the scraps,”

He scoffs, fists balled up at his sides. “I am one of The People. I have every right to be here,”

You step up to him, towering over him and trying to use your natural height as an intimidation tactic. To his credit, it doesn’t work, and he holds your stare without an ounce of fear. He just barely is able to hold himself back from throwing a punch at your stupidly pretty face when you sneer, voice low and teasing. “You have the right to be locked in a cage. You can stay in my hut. I’ll keep you fed and watered, like my own little personal pet,”

He doesn’t dignify you with an actual response, can’t even think of one through his anger. Instead, he hisses, blunt teeth on full display as his face scrunches up, and the sound that rips out of his throat is as animalistic as it can be for a human. 

He turns, stomping away from you and heading for the safety of the Sully’s, fuming at the blatant disrespect. A pet - what a fucking joke. 

Your eyes follow his retreating form the entire time, glued to the way his tense back and shoulder muscles shift underneath his skin with each step, but you rip them away when you catch yourself staring - annoyed . . . and feeling a little too warm. 

The science guys have been working on an alternative for the oxygen masks for years. The original masks are clunky and, even though they get the job done, it’s difficult to use for everyday activities like eating or just general smelling of all the fantastic things Pandora has to offer. And, frankly, sneezing into the mask is gross, so when the science guys finally finished developing the alternative tech to the masks, Spider jumped on that shit fast. 

The new breathing apparatus sits snugly around the back of his skull, curving around his ear and filtering out the bad stuff while allowing oxygen to pump in through the nose tubes. It’s not perfect, and the nose tubes tickle the inside of his nose sometimes when he thinks about it too much, but it’s already so much better than the other mask, and he finally feels a little closer to feeling like an actual Na’vi. 

It feels so freeing, not to have to take off his mask and hurriedly shove food in his mouth every time he wants to eat something. Now, he can savor it, feel the juice of the fruit explode on his tongue and drip down his lips and chin and not have to worry about wiping his face clean to replace his mask. He can return Kiri’s ikran’s affectionate nuzzle, feel the smooth leathery skin against his cheek and its playful puff of breath against his face. He can wear the Omatikaya face paint proudly during celebrations or special hunts, the sacred markings unobstructed on his mask free face.

“Oh, look! Little tawtute got a new toy,” You say loudly when you see it, and Spider’s happy mood quickly turns sour. “Trying to look a little less vrrtep and a little more Na’vi?”

“Leave me alone, y/n,”

He thought he was going to get away with it. By some miracle, he hadn’t run into you or your dumb gaggle of followers all day and when he left the Sully’s hut after the last meal and headed into the forest to start back to the lab, he thought he was home free and free of you. At least for the day. Apparently, the Great Mother is still trying to test his willpower.

“It’s not working,” You continue, drawing closer to him. “You still look like a tawtute. A small, tiny, little meyp tawtute,”

Spider’s eyebrows scrunch in annoyance, a harsh breath punching out of him as he speaks through gritted teeth. “I’m not weak,”

You laugh, a terrible sound that shoots adrenaline through his veins as you begin to circle him. It’s just you right now, your friends are nowhere to be seen. He’s immediately on his guard, hand shifting closer to the knife sitting at his hip. 

In a group, he’d have no chance - the Na’vi height and strength giving them every advantage over his human body. But by yourself, he has some tricks up his sleeve. You’re not a warrior, or even a hunter. You’re a crafter with a specialty for weaving beautiful and sturdy baskets. Spider, on the other hand, he’s a trained warrior. He knows how to fight and how to use his shorter frame to his advantage. 

You’ve gotten physical with him before, pushing and shoving him more times than he can count. But those have all been in public places, with other people’s eyes watching. There’s a dangerous glint in your eyes now, large amber eyes locked onto Spider as you circle behind him. 

“You smell like one too,” You continue, leaning forward to steal a deep breath against his neck. Goosebumps explode along his skin at the touch of your flat nose against his skin. “Smell like a skxawgn who doesn’t know his place. Like a kurkung tawtute who’s trying to forget what a traitor he is - to both the Na’vi and his own kind.”

Frustration builds inside him at your words and he pushes his shoulder back roughly, catching you in the chest and knocking you back from your spot at his neck.

“I have never betrayed the Na’vi,” He growls. 

“Aw, poor baby. You just don’t really fit in anywhere do you?” Your fingers can’t help but reach out and brush against his arm, fingers gliding up and down the smooth, tanned skin. The light touch, so much like how a lover might touch him, a soft and gentle caress of his skin, only pisses him off more. The muscles are taut under your teasing fingertips. “Not with the Na’vi, not with the humans. Not with your father--”

In an instant, he snaps. Without another thought, he’s knocking your hand away from his arm and twisting your wrist so hard it makes you gasp in pain. He throws his body to the side, the sudden and unexpected movement of his weight is enough to catch you off guard, and you stumble into him only for him to kick the back of your knees and send you flying to the ground. 

You land on your stomach, face narrowly avoiding smacking into the ground, and cry out when Spider pins you down, body pressing you harder against the moss as he grips your hair tightly and pulls your head back.

You open your mouth to yell at him, scream all kinds of curses at him, but the knife he places at your neck makes your words catch in your throat.

“Say something else,” He snarls. The blade pressing in tighter against your jugular. One wrong move on your part and you’re done. “Come on! You wanna be a tough girl? Wanna be a bitch? Say something else!”

But you can’t, the words won’t come out. Suddenly, you can’t focus anymore. He’s pressed tightly against you, his legs bracketing your waist, and you can feel the outline of his cock against your lower back. Your hands ball against the ground, curling around the moss and ripping it out of the ground as he pulls your head back further. 

“What happened?” He taunts, scraping the side of the blade up your neck and over your chin, nudging the tip of it against your bottom lip. “Meyp tawtute got your tongue?”

“Get off me,” You say. You aim for a firm voice, something serious and intimidating, but it comes out breathy, voice shaking as the tip of his knife digs into your lip. Blood wells up from the small puncture, pooling into a dot and cascading down your chin.

The knife moves from your lip back to your throat. 

“You’re going to leave me alone,” Spider tells you, and his hand feels huge where it’s tangled in your hair. “Understand? I don’t want to ever hear any bullshit come out of your mouth again.”

The twinge of pain at your scalp sends electricity down to your core, and you whimper at the flood that’s suddenly filling your tewgn. The hard muscled body on top of yours is driving you crazy. The deep growl of his voice caresses your eardrums and sends shivers down your spine as the words wrap around your brain like a thick, warm blanket. 

The knife at your neck takes away all your power, any control you might have had over the (frustratingly gorgeous) human is gone in a second. It makes him powerful, gives him power over you, over your body, and you want to cry at the unfairness of it all. Cry about the fact that you even let him pin you in the first place. Cry about how you like it, how a human can even make you feel this way. Cry about how wet you are because of him, soaking through your tewgn already.

If Spider were a Na’vi, he would be able to smell you. His human senses aren’t that enhanced, but his eyes can still see, and his body can still feel, and he recognizes Na’vi nonverbal actions just like a normal Na’vi would - so it’s hard to ignore the way your tail slides along his spine and curves around his waist. 

The possessive move has Spider’s eyebrows raising to his hairline. He rises off you, grabbing your shoulder and rolls you over, eyes wide when they land on the large wet spot on the front of your tewgn. 

“Woah,” He whispers. “Interesting.”

You’re shaking, eyes struggling to stay on him as your thighs rub together, needing friction, needing something. You gasp when he lands on you again, legs bracketing your hips and the flat of the knife pressing against your cheek.

“What’s all this, hm?” Spider breathes, running the cool blade across your cheek. His eyes have gone dark, the brown of his irises almost completely swallowed up by the blacks of his pupils. “Is someone getting a little too excited?”

You whimper and you want nothing more than to scream at him, to push him off and make him stop his teasing, it’s what you’ve always told yourself you wanted. But your hands come up to rest on the tops of his thighs and your heart pounds at his satisfied grin.

“It all makes sense now,” He muses. He slides the knife down your throat again, over your collarbone and in between your breasts. “Why you target me. Someone has a crush on the tawtute.”

“No,” You try to protest, but a shallow slice on your chest makes you gasp. 

“Shut up,” He grunts. “Don’t lie,”

You both watch as the blood wells up from the slice, and, with a quick wicked glance up at you, Spider’s head lowers to your chest. His tongue is like fire as he drags it between the valley of your breasts, warm and wet as he licks up the blood from your skin.

“Huh, f-fuck,” You whine, and feel a new surge of arousal at the slight red stains left on his perfect white teeth.

“You think about me, don’t you?” He says, sliding the flat of the knife across the swell of your breast. He pushes your chest covering up and teases the tip against your nipple, the azure bud immediately hardening at the feeling. “You do. The thought of getting turned on by a tawtute makes you so angry, doesn’t it? But I bet when you go home at night, and you’re all alone on your mat, your fingers find their way to your cute little clit...”

He trails off, knife slowly making its way down your belly until it reaches the top of your tewgn. The ripping sound as the knife cuts through the thin material shoots through your ears, a damning echo as Spider’s eyes feast on the evidence of your embarrassment. 

You’re drenched, tewgn sticking to your pussy as he pulls it away from your body. His eyes fall to your swollen clit, thumb reaching down to brush over the reddened nub and smirking at the sound of your desperate cry. 

“Yeah,” He mutters, the blade pressing against your hip bone as his fingers play with your pussy. Two fingers slide into your leaking cunt while his thumb continues to circle your aching clit. “You definitely think about my fingers. Am I right? Do they feel as good inside you as you imagined?”

The moans and whines that fall from your lips are so pathetic sounding, desperate whines and whimpers as you try to move your hips harder into his thrusting fingers, but having to stop every time you feel the bite of the knife against your hip. The sounds coming from your pussy are so embarrassing, and you want so badly to cover your face in shame as Spider smiles at the wet sounds, but your hands have taken up a death grip on the moss below you and you can’t seem to remember how to unclench your fists.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it, baby?” He asks, fingers thrusting faster, his thumb pressing harder against your clit. “I make you so uncomfortable, don’t I? So needy for me. Make your pussy feel all wet and gooey just from the thought of me.”

You can feel your orgasm approaching, the tightness in your belly undeniable and, fuck, he won’t fucking stop talking.

“You’re gonna stop the bullshit games, okay?” He says, curling his fingers against your walls, fingertips rubbing relentlessly against that special spot inside you that makes you see stars. Your breath catches in your throat at the onslaught of pleasure and when you don’t respond, Spider is over you again, blade back at your throat as he hisses, “Okay?”

“Okay,” You whimper. You’re a second away from cumming, running along the edge towards an oblivion that you just know is going to destroy you, and his dark eyes are gleaming as they stare directly into yours.

“Good girl,” He grunts. “Just because you’re pretty, doesn’t mean you have to be a bitch,”

His words trigger your orgasm, and you cum, crying out as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. You arch against him as he rips his fingers out of you, fingers working roughly against your clit, and the movement just barely causes you to knick against the knife. The slight jolt of pain only enhances your pleasure and tears prick at the edges of your eyes as the waves finally crest. 

Spider is looking down on you, knife removed from your throat and placed safely beside him on the ground as he holds himself over you, but his eyes hold an untamed heat inside them that makes your stomach flip in excitement. 

“You think I’m pretty?”

**Special thanks to @pandoraslxna for the prompt!

Taglist: @eywaite (saw your comment, but still can't respond - thanks for the tip tho! Idk what's going on)

[rukia-writes]

Zeus x human! Reader

Warnings: 18+, no minors 🔞, rough sex, nudity, cussing, dirty talk, pregnancy.

A/N: I got lazy 🤧 and said headcanons.

🌿There was a time gods and humans were close. Being ruler of the cosmos Zeus heard about Adam being expelled from the garden of Eden decided to check and see how things were going on earth.

🌿There wasn’t anything else to do at the moment, why not?

🌿From what Zeus could gather from disguise as a eagle; Adam had been a little busy over the years as the kids running around were the giveaway. Zeus noticed a few older ones; two brothers. Not interested but noted.

🌿Zeus eventually noticed a young woman with the two brothers; wearing nothing but fig leaves and leaf vines. Zeus was interested.

🌿(Name) was Adam and Eve’s first daughter and definitely cherished. Zeus could tell and as a relatively young god himself he wanted to introduce himself. So, Zeus waited until she was by herself in the apple orchard that Adam planted to introduce himself.

🌿With one thing leading to another, and with a young Zeus charm and silver tongue, the two keep their relationship a secret, Zeus calls it a just me and you space. Zeus visits earth whenever he can and when he visits he always brings (Name) whether, it’s a necklace or clothes for the harsh winter or even flowers.

🌿the longer this continues they both fall in love with Zeus able to convince his sweet (Name) (with that silver tongue of his) to move away from Adam. He’s not scared of Adam but because he’s precious to (Name) he doesn’t want to have hurt anyone if they get in his way. (I promise he means well)

🌿Always calls (Name) princess, sometimes it’s other nicknames; sweetie, sunshine, honey, babe. But 90% of the time it’s princess.

🌿So when Adam sees his daughter after many years with a whole army of kids and (Name) holding a baby in her arms he’s in awe on the inside but calm on the outside as a group of kids (with familiar thick eyebrows) crowd around calling him grandpa. Adam doesn’t even question it and just welcomes them all by carrying them in his arms.

🌿 Eve also welcomed them as well as Abel but Cain is the one who asks (Name) aloud who the father is; (Name) just says they were gifts from above.

🌿Adam: ah, they are demi gods. Still my grandchildren. (Is what Adam tells himself)

🌿Zeus keeps in constant contact with his lover and children and always provides, whether it’s new shoes or clothes, or food (brings a shit ton of food, he limits sweets because some the children have already developed strength/powers and well… you get it.)

🌿Loves all his children and when the children get a smart with their mother (As all children do) when Zeus isn’t around he’ll send a thunderbolt because he hears and knows. ⚡️

🌿 When the time comes Zeus takes care of (Name)’s soul personally; she’s special after all. If any god asks why he does it he just says he wants to make sure the souls go where they are needed before he lets the valkyries do this job.

🌿 But even as a soul he still loves his princess, keeps an eye on his descendants and knows them all.

🌿Of course when Ragnarok happens; R2 is DISCOURSE 101. because Adam sees Zeus in his older appearance and is confused because Adam remembers (Name) telling him that her lover was handsome with long blonde hair and rippling muscles; a handsome god. This guy is just old. So when Zeus admits he met (Name) in his prime;younger years when he was much handsomer god. Adam is like: 👍🏻 I’m still giving you hands.

🌿the rest of R2 is discourse since (Name) has her father and lover fighting to the death. (And we all know what happens)

It was the first time god and human came together.

The sky was dark as the stars lit up stronger than before and the small river that ran inside the cave made for a beautiful scenery.

Stories go Zeus was born in a cave, and now he was making love to his first human lover in a cave.

As slowly slid his thick cock inside his sweet (Name)’s cunt Zeus felt her tighten around his cock making him moan a loud as his hands never left her hips. Muttering, “amazing.” To himself as he believed this human felt better than any goddess he had before as Zeus had bottomed out as his whole cock was inside her now he felt amazing.

Passion and lust mixed between them as Zeus’ sped up to match his lustful feelings, (Name) had felt many emotions but nothing felt as good as the king of the gods fucking her. Zeus had a tight grip on her hips as he fucked her from behind with her hands pressed against the cave wall. Every time she said Zeus he only fucked her harder as his lust reached an all time high as he didn’t hesistate to cum inside her.

Enjoying the high of his climax and the tightness of her cunt made the god of the cosmos only want more and so for the rest of the night Zeus delighted himself inside his beautiful princess and she enjoyed every minute as well.

The next day, rather morning, Zeus decided to wake her up with a call of his own as (Name)’s toes curled with her wrapped around his waist she pulled him closer to her making her moan his name a loud on her bed, as her mind went numb (Name) felt Zeus massage her breasts. Lightly grabbing them and then releasing them, repeating in a steady motion.

“Zeus-! I think-I think-“

“It’s ok princess. Just enjoy it.”

Kissing her forehead and calling her princess (Name) felt love and passion intertwine as she felt that feeling grow more intense by the second. Zeus loved the way she tightened around his cock, the way her breasts moved and he loved the way she said his name.

One last call of Zeus’ name she reached her limit, her first climax, a feeling that was both sweet and exciting. Kissing her cheek Zeus as he gave several lust filled thrusts before reaching his own euphoric climax, tightly holding her hips in placed as he filled her cunt to the brim with his cum.

“Amazing, simply amazing my princess.”

Kissing each other two felt like the only one in the world and the fun wasn’t over yet. The next few days were a blur to (Name) as she constantly rode the godfather’s cock, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her and of course Zeus didn’t deny her once.

Not at night when the two were supposed to be asleep.

The two couldn’t stay away from each other, Zeus always wanted a partner that matched his sexual libido in the bedroom and he found that in (Name). Zeus enjoyed sex and he enjoyed many positions with (Name), eating her out was his favorite thing as he enjoyed licking and sucking her clit and licking her cunt as he held her thighs.

Several times Zeus forgot about his meetings and barely made them. Even as quick as he was it was close and yet no one seemed to mind since he did show up. When the day came that (Name) was pregnant with his child he was overjoyed and excited as he twirled her around in the air and hugged her close to him.

Zeus was sure his descendants would reign for thousands of years, his princess was so sweet and kind and with his strength and might surely it would be so.

For she was his princess and always would be.

🎀Rukia-Writes🎀

[cosmos-within]

Herbs and Uses (A-N)

Acacia Powder (gum arabic): Purification, Divination, Enlightenment

Agrimony (c/s): Protection, Reversal, Uncrossing

Alfalfa (c/s): Money, Luck, Abundance

Aloe (c/s): Protection, Luck, Beauty

Angelica Root (c/s): Protection, Good Fortune, Blessings

Apple Blossom (flower): Love, Fertility, New Beginnings

Arrowroot (powder): Opportunity, Luck, Money

Ashwagandha (c/s): Grounding, Strength, Vitality

Astragalus (c/s): Clarity, Focus, Shielding

Barberry Root Bark (c/s): Shielding, Luck, Counter Magick

Basil (c/s): Money, Happiness, Success

Bentonite (clay): Balance, Clarity, Awareness

Bhringraj (powder): Growth, Strength, Renewal

Bilberry Leaf (c/s): Success, Love, Protection

Birch Bark (c/s): Love, Protection, Wisdom

Black Cohosh (c/s): Protection, Intuition, Courage

Black Peppercorn (whole): Protection, Purification, Exorcism

Blackberry Leaf (c/s): Prosperity, Protection, Counter Magick

Blessed Thistle (c/s): Protection, Blessing, Counter Magick

Boldo Leaf (c/s): Repel Evil, Protection, Counter Magick

Boneset (c/s): Protection, Exorcism, Cord Cutting

Buckwheat Hulls (whole): Money, Protection, Employment

Burdock Root (c/s): Protection, Healing, Warding

Butterfly Pea (whole flowers): Transformation, Renewal, Hope

Calamus Root (c/s): Luck, Money, Amplify

Calendula (whole flowers): Luck, Love, Legal Matters

Carnation (whole flowers, toxic: dogs/cats): Protection, Love, Healing

Cascara Sagrada (c/s): Protection, Money, Legal Matters

Cat's Claw Bark (c/s): Protection, Prosperity, Psychic Powers

Catnip (c/s): Abundance, Friendship, Happiness

Cedar (c/s): Prosperity, Protection, Love

Chamomile (whole flowers): Money, Luck, Success

Chickweed (c/s): Abundance, Love, Resilience

Chicory Root (roasted granules): Open Locks, Remove Obstacles, Counter Magick

Chili Pepper (whole peppers): Protection, Counter Magick, Fidelity

Chive (rings): Protection, Balance, Counter Magick

Chrysanthemum (whole flowers): Protection, Love, Joy

Cinnamon (bark chips): Luck, Success, Money

Cinquefoil (c/s): Attraction, Luck, Open Roads

Clove (whole): Protection, Purification, Manifestation

Coltsfoot (c/s): Money, Love, Tranquility

Comfrey Leaf (c/s): Money, Travel Protection, Stability

Comfrey Root (c/s): Luck, Protection, Fertility

Coriander Seed (whole): Love, Health, Protection

Cornflower (flower): Intuition, Clarity, and Psychic Abilities

Daisy (petals): Love, Luck, Innocence

Damiana Leaf (c/s): Love, Sex, Divination

Dandelion Leaf (c/s): Wishes, Communication, Divination

Dandelion Root (c/s): Wishes, Communication, Divination

Delphinium (whole flowers): Openness, Positivity, Warding

Devil’s Claw Root (c/s): Protection, Cleansing

Dianthus Leaf (carnation, c/s, toxic: dogs/cats): Love, Gratitude, Dignity

Dill Weed (c/s): Money, Protection, Love

Echinacea (c/s): Money, Healing, Strength

Elder Flower (whole flowers): Protection, Prosperity, Health

Elecampane (c/s): Love, Protection, Divination

Eleuthero Root (c/s): Love, Money, Counter Magick

Epazote (c/s): Protection, Obstacles, Counter Magick

Eucalyptus (c/s): Protection, Purification, Reconciliation

Fenugreek (seeds, whole): Money, Manifestation, Good Fortune

Fig (pieces): Luck, Fertility, Abundance

Flax Seed (whole seeds): Money, Protection, Divination

Frankincense (resin): Purification, Protection, Manifestation

Galangal Root (Low John, c/s): Money, Legal Matters, Counter Magick

Ginger Root (chips): Money, Success, Strength

Ginkgo (c/s): Fertility, Memory, Love

Ginseng (c/s): Protection, Warding, Wishes

Globe Amaranth (whole flowers): Immortality, Optimism, Eternal Love

Goldenrod (flowers): Abundance, Prosperity, Protection

Gotu Kola (c/s): Clarity, Rejuvenation, Growth

Guar Gum (powder): Stability, Binding, Manifestation

Hawthorn (c/s): Success, Fertility, Career

Heather (whole flowers): Protection, Luck, Connection

Helichrysum (whole flowers): Self-Esteem, Self-Forgiveness, Intuition

Hibiscus (c/s): Love, Harmony, Divination

Holy Basil (Tulsi, c/s): Luck, Protection, Sweetening

Honeysuckle (whole flowers): Money, Success, Abundance

Hops flower (c/s): Sleep, Divination, Creativity

Horehound (c/s): Clarity, Focus, Protection

Horsetail (Shavegrass) (c/s): Strength, Boundaries, Cleansing

Hydrangea (flower petals): Counter Magick, Love, Divination

Hyssop (c/s): Purification, Protection, Cleansing

Irish Moss (c/s): Luck, Money, Protection

Jasmine (whole flowers): Money, Love, Divination

Job's Tears (whole): WIshes, Luck, Fortune

Kelp (granules): Purification, Money, Warding

Knotweed (c/s): Binding, Restricting, Tying

Lavender (whole flowers): Love, Purification, Peace

Lemon Balm (c/s): Clarity, Protection, Purification

Lemon Verbena (c/s): Purification, Vitality, Love

Lemongrass (c/s): Love, Success, Happiness

Licorice Root (c/s): Control, Love, Fidelity

Lily (flower petals, toxic: cats): Fertility, Renewal, Prosperity

Linden (c/s): Justice, Love, Protection

Lotus Heart (stamens): Protection, Luck, Fertility

Lotus Seed (whole): Enlightenment, Prosperity, Rebirth

Maca Root (powder): Vitality, Endurance, Strength

Mandrake Root (c/s): Protection, Fertility, Prosperity

Marshmallow Root (c/s): Protection, Healing, Inner Peace

Meadowsweet (c/st): Careers, Love, Diffuse Tension

Milk Thistle (seed): Protection, Strength, Dispell Negativity

Mistletoe (c/s): Fertility, Protection, Money

Monk Fruit (c/s): Sweetening, Love,

Moringa (c/s): Vitality, Purification, Balance

Motherwort (c/s): Blessings, Counter Magick, Balance

Mugwort (c/s): Protection, Divination, Fertility

Mullein (c/s): Protection, Love, Warding

Black Mustard Seed (seed): Banishing, Healing, Luck

Nettle (c/s): Protection, Warding, Counter Magick

Nutmeg (powder): Money, Luck, Counter Magick

[warrior-names]

Short Warrior Prefixes & Suffixes

“Short” here is defined as a prefix that's 4 letters or less and 1 syllable and a suffix that's 3 letters or less and 1 syllable.

50+ prefixes and 30+ suffixes under the cut!

Prefixes:

A

Ant-

Asp-

B

Bird-

Blue-

Burr-

C

Crow-

D

Dark-

Dew-

Doe-

E

Egg-

F

Fern-

Fig-

Fir-

Flip-

Fly-

Fox-

G

Gar-

Gray-

Gum-

I

Ice-

Ink-

J

Jay-

L

Lark-

Leaf-

M

Mist-

Moss-

O

Oak-

Oat-

Odd-

One-

Owl-

Ox-

P

Pink-

Pond-

R

Rain-

Rat-

Ray-

Red-

Reed-

Rock-

Root-

Rose-

Rue-

S

Sand-

Sap-

Sea-

Snap-

Soft-

Sun-

T

Tree-

W

Wave-

Wren-

Y

Yew-

Suffixes:

A

arc

asp

C

cry

D

dew

dot

E

ear

egg

eye

F

fin

fir

fly

fur

H

hum

I

ice

ivy

J

jaw

M

maw

N

nip

nut

O

oak

P

pad

pit

R

ray

run

S

sap

sea

sky

sun

T

toe

V

vow

W

web

Z

zap

[theiloveyousong]

wouldnt it be funny if the nerdy prudes had tumblr lmao

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“oh whats your hair routine” shampoo, conditioner, and a healthy dose of religious guilt, thanks for asking!

#personal #christposting

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@no1reistan: so the fig leaf is strongly associated with covering the nakedness of adam and eve in renaissance art. neither adam nor eve felt shame at their nakedness until they'd eaten the fruit of knowledge of good and evil. the fig leaf is a thin cover, insufficient to hide knowledge of the truth...or of humanity's sinful nature. this is relevant, NERV is an organization who hides knowledge from humanity while committing sinful actions to preserve the edenic state of life most people enjoy. and-

me: i think i hauve covid

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like you’re not worse!!!!! LAZER BEAM DIE

#pasta i hopw BAD THINGS come to you #btw are we still on for beanies tomorrow

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no one gets me… ill forever be alone… whats even the point anymore

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omg! i forgot! italian restaurant date 💕

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is it just me or have more people been going missing lately. idk i havent seen jason in like a month

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don’t worry about it!!!!! 😊😋😁

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just got this app cause i hear some NERDS are on it… come out come out wherever you are 😈

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[top-shelf-tender-moved]

The man's mask was off, and haphazardly thrown to the side. he coughed,haveing just upchucked what little he had eaten. he was attempting, to pull himself together, Vaal hadn't exactly threatened him, not verbally at least but, he knew the other was angry, and he could guess what he would be in for when all this was over. He started to sob, he thought he could finally start anew,redeam himself, find someone who could help but..he had been a fool, as long as both his monstrous masters owned his soul he was trapped. Forever (blood ball, post val eddition)

Husk had seen bits and pieces of the events leading up to Adam shutting himself up n the bathroom. After their dance, the fallen soul had practically been dragged away by Valentino. As if Husk didn’t have enough reasons to despise the sleazy Overlord…there had been an exchanging of words, and the moment the moth slipped away to find his associates, the first man had booked it into the nearest restroom.

When Husk had a bad feeling about things, he was usually right. He prided himself on his killer instincts and perception. Despite everything Adam had done initially to threaten his new home and friends, Husk had witnessed the fellow sinner attempting to turn over a new fig leaf, as it were. Adam was trying, and Husk had been there to voice his pride and support. It only felt right that he should continue to be a rock for the struggling soul.

“Hey,” Husk knocked after wincing from the sounds of puking. “I’m comin’ in.” Slipping into the restroom, Husk quietly closed the door behind him and cautiously stepped closer. “What’s got you so fucked up?” he asked, crouching and rubbing the other man’s back.

[myscentarchive]

THÉ NOIR 29 - Le Labo

Eau de Parfum - 1.5 ml (atomizer)

Notes- TOP: Fig, Bay Leaf, Bergamot MIDDLE: Cedar, Vetiver, Musk BASE: Tobacco, Hay

Gender: Unisex THÉ NOIR 29 is an ode to the noble leaf and the craft that surrounds it. THÉ NOIR 29 combines depth and freshness, softness and strength through permanent oscillation between the light of bergamot, fig, and bay leaves and the depth of cedarwood, vetiver, and musk. A special extraction of black tea leaves wraps up the composition by bringing to the formula a dry, leafy, hay, tobacco feeling in the dry down to transform this creation into a sensuous and addictive essence.

[seedsinmygarden]

HLC WAND LIST

Hello all! I recall putting a lot of time and research into this one. It was definitely a lot of fun to kind of figure out what goes into "the wand chooses the wizard." Hope you enjoy and I hope the matches are satisfactory!

Word Count: N/A, it's just a list lol

Tags and Warnings: None.

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OMINIS GAUNT -

Wand Style and Color: Classic, Black

Wand Length: 10 inches

Wood Type: Willow

Flexibility: Reasonably Supple

Wand Core: Unicorn Hair

Wand Handle?: Imperial, Grey and Silver

SEBASTIAN SALLOW -

Wand Style and Color: Ringed, Dark Brown

Wand Length: 12.5 inches

Wood Type: Yew

Flexibility: Swishy

Wand Core: Dragon Heartstring

Wand Handle?: Checkerboard, Teal

AMIT THAKKAR -

Wand Style and Color: Ringed, Pale Brown

Wand Length: 11 inches

Wood Type: Maple

Flexibility: Quite Flexible

Wand Core: Unicorn Hair

Wand Handle?: Orbicular, Gold

GARRETH WEASLEY -

Wand Style and Color: Stalk, Warm Brown

Wand Length: 13 inches

Wood Type: Redwood

Flexibility: Fairly Bendy

Wand Core: Unicorn Hair

Wand Handle?: Botanical, Bronze Leaf

NATSAI ONAI -

Wand Style and Color: Natural, Honey Brown

Wand Length: 12 inches

Wood Type: Rowan

Flexibility: Pliant

Wand Core: Dragon Heartstring

Wand Handle?: Sabre, Brown

POPPY SWEETING -

Wand Style and Color: Stalk, Honey Brown

Wand Length: 9.5 inches

Wood Type: Hazel

Flexibility: Supple

Wand Core: Phoenix Feather

Wand Handle?: Botanical, Gold Leaf

IMELDA REYES -

Wand Style and Color: Spiral, Ash Brown

Wand Length: 11.5 inches

Wood Type: Chestnut

Flexibility: Stiff

Wand Core: Unicorn Hair

Wand Handle?: Swirl, Lilac

ANNE SALLOW -

Wand Style and Color: Stalk, Dark Brown

Wand Length: 10.5 inches

Wood Type: Sycamore

Flexibility: Quite Bendy

Wand Core: Phoenix Feather

Wand Handle?: Column, Teal and Brown

EVERETT CLOPTON -

Wand Style and Color: Soft Spiral, Warm Brown

Wand Length: 14 inches

Wood Type: Spruce

Flexibility: Slightly Springy

Wand Core: Unicorn Hair

Wand Handle?: Basketweave, Black

LEANDER PREWETT -

Wand Style and Color: Spiral, Dark Brown

Wand Length: 14 inches

Wood Type: Dogwood

Flexibility: Whippy

Wand Core: Dragon Heartstring

Wand Handle?: Basketweave, Red

LUCAN BRATTLEBY -

Wand Style and Color: Notched, Dusty Pink

Wand Length: 12.5 inches

Wood Type: Red Oak

Flexibility: Swishy

Wand Core: Phoenix Feather

Wand Handle?: Arrow, Brown

PROFESSOR FIG -

Wand Style and Color: Classic, Grey

Wand Length: 11 inches

Wood Type: Beech

Flexibility: Brittle

Wand Core: Phoenix Feather

Wand Handle?: Corkscrew, Teal Blue

[ricekirpsees]

|| The Unfortunate Thing About Legacies: Chp 1 ||

Synopsis- Dear Student...

Notes- N/a

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We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a fifth-year student.

Term begins on 1 September.

Preliminary supplies have been collected for you and will accompany you on your journey to the castle.

As you may be aware, the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery prohibits the use of magic by those under the age of seventeen outside school. However, due to your unique circumstances, the Ministry has graciously agreed to allow Professor Eleazar Fig to help hone your spell-casting before escorting you from London to the castle for the start-of-term feast and the Sorting Ceremony.

Yours sincerely,

Professor Weasley 

Deputy Headmistress

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What a surprise it was, the letter in her hand.

She was rather curious as to why the brown and white owl was following her all around the county of western Carmarthenshire. She merely thought the cute thing believed something of hers was prey. However, her assumption was refuted when she sat down beside the crumbled bricks of what was a wall for a quick rest.

The blue Welsh skies had shifted into the coloured warmth of the sunset when she finally decided to find a spot to settle in. She had just made it to the ruins of a castle that caught her wandering interest, spotting it a few hills back, set between lush greens, old trees, and shattered stones. And so she lay against the grass, nestled against the curve of ancient roots shrouded in moss.

It was a little too early in the afternoon to doze off and a little too exposed to set up a temporary camp. Instead, she let her mind wander, dream, and lightly touch on the days before her adventuring. She dreamt of seeing those odd creatures again and wondered about the blossoming hamlet close to the sea, relishing in the simple peace of the sleepy meadowlands. Then all too suddenly, her daydreams scattered. 

Startled, she quickly sat up feeling something plopped onto her lap. It couldn’t have been a leaf, it was far larger than the tree could have dropped. She picked it up and to her utter bewilderment, saw it was a letter. Tan and square, it was sealed with a luscious red wax stamped with a decorative H and an emblem with four creatures printed delicately on the flap.

Peering closer at the letter, she could just make out the words and begin to sound them out loud, "Hogwarts… Draco dor- dormi-ens nunquam ti… ti-till-andus."

Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.

Never tickle a sleeping dragon.

She snorted, amused. Someone must've dropped this, she thought with a small smile. Or at least, it might've been stolen by the wind. She looked around the darkening grasslands in hopes of catching someone nearby who could have lost the missive, possibly a postman, but it was just her and nature's awakening nightlife.

A gentle hoot from above caught her attention. She looked up to see the brown and white plumage of her little companion sitting on a branch, with large yellow eyes gazing down at her. Oh, and it seems he's here too. Her smile grew wider, delighted to see the owl again. 

"Well, hello sir, and good evening," She hummed lowly, to not scare him. Though he seemed comfortable, blinking slowly at her words. "It's very nice to see you again."

He blinked once more before turning his head and grooming his ruffled feathers.

She nods and turns back to the letter in your hands, "I'll leave you to it." 

A thought popped into her head and she flipped the note around. She’s been a good deal around the isle and the hamlets aren't at all big. She’s sure she’ll recognize the address and give it to the person missing their mail, she thinks as she skims through the green-inked delivery address. Wait… she pauses, fumbling over the written name.

It took a while for her to process. She had to reread the recipient's name over and over again because written on the envelope was her name.

But it couldn’t possibly be… Her brows furrowed, a trickle of fear seeping into her chest and she quickly moved to open the letter.

No one should know her. At least no one alive should know her, much less her name. Her whole life she’s been significantly distanced from human civilization, a vagabond. She was sure that she’d never caught the attention of someone or introduced herself anytime recently. Unfortunately, the piece of paper proved her hermit-ing was not as good as she thought it was.

Unfolding the last section of the paper, she began to read and with each word, realizations and discoveries were made. Once the last word had been read, she let the letter slip from her fingers and flutter back to her lap. And there it was, the surprise in her hands apparently delivered by her friend up in the tree. What was even better was the pocket full of confusion that came with it.

She leaned her back against the tree and attempted to come to terms with the contents of the letter, fiddling with the rough bark of the roots and listening to the tittering of the owl above. 

There was a school. A school of witchcraft and wizardry. It's called Hogwarts and she supposedly was enrolled to join. Now she’s accepted and a man by the name of Eleazar Fig will be helping her "hone her spell-crafting". She winced at her summary, finding it a tad unbelievable. How… far fetched. 

She shakes her head, dismissing the school from her thoughts as best as she can and ignoring the bubbling curiosity that had begun to boil from within. She must stay focused on the more pressing matter of an institute knowing who she was. For her safety.

But, she confesses, she's never been to a proper school, having only ever seen them from a distance, but she knows her basics; reading, writing, and math. She thinks she’s rather decent at it.

And it's a rather strange name, maybe the witchcraft and wizardry part is a metaphor.

A sudden crack echoing from the side had her whipping her head around and leaping up from her seat. She turns towards the direction, tense and ready to run if need be, only to come face to face with an odd sight. There stood an old man dressed in odd blue robes lined with gold holding an unnaturally straight stick in one hand and a leather bag in the other. 

She watched in fearful surprise as he stumbled a bit, barely catching his footing before straightening up. She squinted. How strange, he seemed to have just appeared out of nowhere! She quickly scanned the forest wondering where on earth he came from, as the man dusted his sleeves off with a pleased hum. 

Though his back was facing her, she could see his contentment turn to displeasure as he let out a groan, his shoulders dropping. Shaking his head he turned around only to pause when he saw the figure behind him.

Once he seemed to, unfortunately, recognize who she was, the man's face lit up with relief, "Ah! There you are. I was beginning to wonder if you existed at all! Though I suppose a Welsh meadow is not exactly specific, it's very lovely to finally meet you. I am Professor Eleazar Fig."

She merely stayed silent, perplexed by a sudden appearance and social interaction being thrown right at you, like a skipping stone to a fish. A moment of quiet passed but the man didn't seem too fazed as he began to talk again.

"And I presume you are our new student?" Professor Fig asked, holding out a hand, a pleasant smile dawning on his face.

She tensed and eyed the man’s hand. With a hop of courage, she spoke, “Uh, no, sir…” You replied, darting her gaze to meet his, “Unfortunately I must inform you that there has been a mistake in your… system. I shouldn’t be going to your school or anyone’s school for that matter…”

That seemed to have baffled the man and Professor Fig let out a breathless laugh, “A mistake? I can assure you there have been no mistakes, as there can be no mistakes.” He then gestured to the letter, “May I?”

She nodded tersely and handed it over. He gently took it from her grasp and began to read while she took a step back farther from the stranger for a comforting distance.

“Ah see? No mistakes.” He smiled, finding what he needed from the paper, "Now, there are plenty of things to discuss and plenty of things to do." He adjusted his grip on the bag, "Is your guardian nearby?"

"But there must have been one, sir," she argued, ignoring the strange question. "A misspelling or- or the wrong address."

"I can assure you, young one, that the quill makes no errors," The man said kindly, a gentle look on his face, "And if so the book will not allow one to pass on to a letter."

Despite the calming voice of the stranger, it only made her more confused and a tad bit miffed. It was like he was speaking in tongues! Never straightforward, are all humans like this?

With furrowed brows, she grumbled, "What does a book and quill have to do with errors? I'm saying whoever is in charge made a mailing mistake and the letter was placed in the wrong hands. My hands. Now it is in yours and can be delivered to the right person."

She repressed the urge to roll her eyes, settling for flexing your hand. How irritating it was to have to spell it out. 

"So, you are indeed not Miss (Y/n) (L/n), residing beside the castle ruins of Caldicot, Wales, beneath the great ash tree of 300 years pass?" The man inquired lightly, clasping his hands together in front of him.

She blinked, shifting her widened eyes to him. "Well, yes. That is me, but…"

He held up a hand and said, "I must apologize, I was under the impression you were aware of our world. Allow me to give a proper and appropriate introduction." Placing the bag down, he gave a crooked bow, "I am Eleazar Fig, a professor at Hogwarts, a school for wizardkind and magic alike and I have been tasked with mentoring you in preparation for your fifth year at Hogwarts."

"Wizardkind…?" She muttered, "You mean staffs and potions wizardkind?"

Professor Fig nodded with closed eyes, "Yes, though I must say the majority of us prefer the familiarity of the wand." 

Ah, so it wasn't a metaphor.

He opened his eyes and soon after an earnest look replaced his calm, "And you, my child, are a witch."

She couldn't help the laugh of disbelief that burst from her lips, "Ha! No- no, I am no witch, but it certainly does give clarity to some mysteries I've seen flying about." She eyed the owl, who seemed to be closer than before.

"Well of course you are a witch. You see them don't you?" Professor Fig gestured to the ancient tree behind her.

Them? She narrowed her eyes at the man and turned around to face it, noting some strange little bugs that scampered about along the branches. Taking a closer look you see that they weren't bugs at all, but rather the sentient green sticks with a leaf or two upon their bodies she's seen before in another tree. Luckily, these seemed much more friendly than previous encounters were with the few who noticed her, curiously watching from afar.

"Strange little things aren't they? And quite cute," she hummed, turning back to Fig, "but I'm not sure what looking at them has to do with being a witch." 

One particular creature dared to get closer, inching its way over to her with a tilted head. She copied the little leaf, tilting her head as it crept closer down the branch’s tip and up to her face. 

From behind her, she hears Professor Fig speak up, "It has to do with everything, for muggles– non-magics– are unable to see magical beasts such as the bowtruckle, the creatures inhabiting that tree."

"Oh…" she mumbled, the bowtruckle reaching up a little twiggy arm and patting her cheek.

Satisfied with the encounter, it turned back around and climbed back up to its friends sitting higher up in the tree. In turn, she looked back towards Professor Fig who now held the bag once more.

“So, I am a witch… and you are here to tutor me.” she says, sceptically, “But why was I admitted so late as you and the letter have told quite prominently?”

Taking a deep breath, Professor Fig replied, “That, my dear, is a mystery of ours. Unfortunately, I have not been informed much, merely that I have been requested to help you assimilate, and even then, information on yourself was scarce.” He seemed hesitant to continue, but nevertheless asked, “… And I can assume it is just you?”

She nods. She hoped he wouldn’t ask any more questions. She didn’t want to explain things to a stranger.

But he just sighs and offers her a smile, “Come, there is much to teach and a whole new world of possibilities for you.” 

Professor Fig offered out a hand for her to take and just as before she eyed it with distrust, but a part of her, that little voice of hope, was just enough for her to take it. With a warm hold, they walk together for a moment, just a little farther from the great ash tree as he takes out his wand, and with one swish, the two of them disappear from the ruins. Nothing but a whisper left.

The owl cocks his head, before spreading his grand wings, and with one giant beat, he lifts off. Gliding over the forest and into the night sky, he heads home, hoping to see the new student soon.

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The summer had passed in what felt like moments and yet in forever. It was an extreme transition for her from wandering lonely, away from people to now temporarily living at Rotherly’s Hotel in London, a hotel for wizards and witches alike away from Muggles. 

It was an amazing place and the rooms were grand filled with enchanted items, sweeping, washing, and folding themselves. But everything was grand to her as, apparently, this was common in the Wizarding world as Professor Fig had explained, amused.

Professor Fig was a great teacher, kind patient, and fun. He had no qualms about spending nearly most of the season explaining the workings of the Wizard world and how they lived. Some things sounded vaguely familiar to her, as she believed she might’ve seen a few examples from her travels. Unfortunately, her millions of questions left not much time for the actual schoolwork and she only has recently started to work with a wand.

Less than two months isn’t a lot of time to learn about a whole new magical world. But she did receive a second-hand wand at the beginning and it was quite a surprise when she felt it the moment she touched the handle. It was as if there was a presence within the wand, a being or something somewhat conscious. And, at best, it tolerated her.

Honestly, maybe that was the other reason why she was now starting to do wands work. Even at the moment, as she packed her spare items into a knapsack, she could feel the brown-wood wand wish ill on her person; to at least have you trip and hurt her leg. It was a very fussy piece of wood.

And of course, she hasn’t told Professor Fig, who now knocked on the room’s sturdy door. She didn’t want to trouble him over a bad relationship. Setting in the last item of clothing, she swings on the sack that would very soon become her bookbag and open the door with a smile to see her mentor.

“Good evening, a leanbh, are you set to go?” He greeted with a nod.

“Yes, Professor.” She said, fidgeting with her coat sleeves.

“Good, good! And how are you feeling?” Professor Fig asked as they began to walk down the lamp-lit hall. She was careful not to step too loudly on the noisy floor despite the thin decorated carpets that lined the steps.

Tilting her head, she considered how she felt at the moment and decided, “Feeling alright and a little tired, sir.” 

He chuckled, “It is quite late. The carriage is just in the back alley with all of your school materials. Down this way.” 

They made it to the stairs of the building and stumbled their way down the flights of steep steps. She was relieved once she made it to the first floor, certain she was going to roll her ankle at least once. 

Once grounded, rather than turning left towards the lobby, Professor Fig led her out the backway on the right. It was even darker than the hall but half as long and soon they made it out into the brisk London night.

And there it was, a carriage piled with precariously stacked luggage and a familiar owl preening its feathers. But what truly caught her attention was the six dark, strange, bat-winged beasts that stood restlessly at the front of the carriage. They looked like skeletal equines, but their faces did not resemble those of a horse. Rather, it looked like a beaked reptilian adorned with two stubby horns. And they looked absolutely beautiful.

Professor Fig went to check on the luggage, greeting the coachman. And she, utterly enchanted, gently walked up to the beasts, keeping her posture low so as to not startle the gorgeous creatures, though they didn’t seem to mind her presence. A few turned their heads over to look at her, curious of the new person coming close and once they deemed her harmless, shook their heads, or stretched their wings. 

“Amazing, innit?” A voice asked.

Startled out of her trance, she looked up towards the coachman who wore an odd pair of goggles and a grin.

“It’s a carriage pulled by nothing too most wizardkind. But I got these things to see what others can’t.” He seemed to gloat, gesturing to the goggles.

She furrowed her brows, confused as to what the man was talking about, and turned to face the creatures once more. Pulled by nothing? She couldn’t help but ask, “What do you mean?”

“Exactly!” And he burst into a fit of roaring laughter.

Even more confused and a tad bit worried for the man, she backed up from the driver’s seat and closer to Professor Fig, who came back from the luggage end with a smile.

“Ah! It appears we are almost ready to depart,” He informed you, walking over to where she was standing. “It’s a pity we didn’t have a bit more time to spend on spell-casting. I presume you’ve been practising the spells we worked on.”

Oh, yes, that. The reason for such annoyance. She only got to touch upon the most basic of basics and that was all that she could practice in the alleyways. She believed that’s the reason the wand was so mad today. 

“I have, Professor.” she said and lifted the ever-so-angry stick.

“Well, I’m quite sure I’ve never seen anyone take so quickly to a second-hand wand,” Professor Fig remarked, looking quite proud, “You’ll be a force to be reckoned with when you get your own.”

What a compliment that was, having only been introduced to this world in less than two months and yet having such potential that a well-rounded educator comments on it.

Flattered, she beamed, “Thank you, Professor Fig. I… appreciate your working with me before the term begi-”

A familiar cracking pop rang out and a well-dressed man appeared, facing away from the two of them. With a quick turn, he found two pairs of eyes gazing at him, one with familiarity and the other in dulled confusion, and exclaimed, “Oh! Eleazar!”

“George!” Professor Fig happily greeted him before giving her a hushed introduction, “An old friend.” Turning back to the man in glasses, he continued, “Glad my rather cryptic description of our location did not thwart your finding us.”

“I’ve apparated to more vaguely defined destinations than this.” George chuckles as he walks closer, “Though, I confess I may have miscalculated slightly on my first try. Gaver quite the fright to some theatre-goers in the West End.” He gave a friendly wink to her and she smiled back awkwardly.

Professor Fig laughed along, “It’s been much too long. When I received your owl. I must say I-”

“Uh- Best not to speak here, Eleazar, hm?” George quickly interrupted his friend, an odd look darting across his face.

The air chilled and she and Fig shared a glance. 

Clearing his throat, Professor Fig nodded, “Of course. Why don’t we speak en route to Hogwarts? We have a start-of-term feast and a Sorting Ceremony to get to.”

“Wonderful idea. As long as your young charge here doesn’t mind me tagging along.” George asked, his cheerful grin returning.

“Not at all, sir,” she quickly responded.

Professor Fig gleamed a smile at you as he opened the carriage door, stepping aside for her to crawl in, “After you.”

As she made her way into the carriage, George looked toward Professor Fig with a nostalgic glaze and a light chuckle.

“Ages since I’ve been to the castle. Would be good to see the old pile of rocks,” He mused, helping Professor Fig in with a hand. 

Just as he makes his way in, he gives one last glance to the midnight London street with that odd look returning before hopping in and giving the signal to the driver, shutting the door.

The reins whip and the carriage takes off, and the shadowed figure watches it in the darkness before disappearing in a hazy twist.

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Notes- I refuse to believe the Wizarding World is this woke in 1892, they literally had blood supremacy in the 1990s

[innerpalaces]

The Life of a Cannon Fodder Mother-in-Law - 6

Chapter 6: The Deceived Mother-in-Law 6

At this point, the fig leaf had been torn off. Liu Yuniang said bluntly: "Cai Miao, come back with me to recuperate. I can't let her come back until she recovers or until I figure out the reasons behind her illness."

After saying this, she helped her up and sent her to the carriage. Madam Xu chased for a few steps and stamped her feet. Liu Yuniang looked at the pale Qi Cai Miao in the carriage and scolded: "You are getting more and more unreasonable. You made yourself so miserable. Why don't you go on and tell me what's going on in your head?"

Qi Cai Miao smiled weakly: "It's a long story."

By the time Liu Yuniang came here, Qi Cai Miao had already had a miscarriage. In addition, "Liu Huixin" had a core change. People who are not familiar with her may not be able to tell the difference, but that was not necessarily true for a person as close as mother and daughter, so she didn't come immediately. Nowadays, she has been able to avoid showing any flaws. The mother and daughter have been interacting for a while, and Qi Cai Miao hasn't noticed anything wrong yet, which shows her success. "Then let's make a long story short." Liu Yuniang reached out and touched her forehead: "I have sent someone to call the doctor, and I will re-diagnose and prepare your medicine later." Qi Cai Miao smiled bitterly: "I'm not sick. I was pregnant before and had a lot of trouble. Later, I fell down and lost the baby. It's only been half a month, and I haven't recovered yet. Mother, I didn't mean to not tell you. After I got pregnant, I wanted to find a chance to tell you, but I fell before I could. Since the baby was gone, telling you will only make you worry. So..." Liu Yuniang looked angry: "Such a big thing, and you actually want to hide it? You have been careful since you were a child. There are so many servants in the Xu family, and they will definitely clean up the places their masters pass carefully. How did you fall?" She said firmly, "You were obviously framed. Instead of asking me to help you, you wanted to hide it. Cai Miao, you disappoint me so much. I have taught you so much since you were a child, but I never taught you to be a punching bag." Cai Miao smiled bitterly: "Mom, I wanted to find a chance to tell you later." At this moment, her chest was full of anger, probably due to Liu Huixin's influence. She asked in a deep voice: "Where was Xu Kui!? Is he dead!?" Hearing his mother being so irritable, Qi Cai Miao hurriedly explained: "Mom, he is very busy. He went to the neighboring city to purchase goods and just came back a few days ago. " After saying these words, Qi Cai Miao couldn't keep her eyes open anymore and fell asleep against the wall of the carriage car. Seeing this, Liu Yuniang stopped asking further questions. When they arrived at Qi Mansion, Qi Cai Miao was already deep asleep. They moved her to the bed and called in a doctor, who found out that she had indeed suffered a miscarriage and was struggling to recover. Liu Yuniang hurriedly asked: "Will she develop a chronic illness?" The doctor sighed: "It's hard to say. There are still a lot of cold things in this lady's body. It's not so easy to get rid of them." Just a fall may not be caused by others. Maybe it's her own carelessness. But this cold thing was never found when Qi Cai Miao gave birth to her previous children. In other words, someone deliberately poisoned her!

( t/n: Some explanation about the mention of 'cold things'. Traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) centers on the concepts of ying and yang and the desire to maintain balance within the body. In TCM, foods are grouped into "hot", "cold' and "neutral" based on their perceived effect on the body rather than their physical temperature. According to TCM, pregnant women should avoid cold foods because they're believed to cause poor blood circulation in the uterus, which may lead to miscarriage, bleeding, inhibit lactation, among other negative affects for the fetus and womb.

Essentially, someone deliberately gave Cai Miao something with these cold properties in order to ruin her body/pregnancy. )

Liu Huixin knew about this matter, and even knew the culprit. Liu Yuniang didn't make a fuss in Xu's house before. Firstly, there was no evidence, and secondly, she wanted to take Cai Miao back to see the doctor quickly. When she heard the doctor's words, she stood up suddenly: "Prepare the carriage, I'm going to the Xu Mansion." Everyone in the mansion heard about such a big commotion in Fuyuan, which had never been occupied by anyone. The father and son of the Qi family rushed over. Hearing these words as soon as he entered the door, Qi Zhengming quickly stepped forward: "You look like this, if someone didn't know better, they would think you are going to fight." "I want to seek justice for my daughter. If the Xu family is unreasonable, I can't guarantee that I won't really fight." Liu Yuniang walked out with her sleeves hanging, and when she passed by Qi Zhengming, her shoulder bumped into his. Qi Zhengming stretched out his hand to grab her: "We are all in-laws, and there are two children. What are you doing? If things get too awkward, how can we be relatives in the future?" Liu Yuniang was furious and slapped him hard. With the "pop" sound, all the servants looked over in shock. Even Qi Zhengming himself was stunned, covering his face with eyes filled with disbelief. Liu Yuniang was still angry: "Your daughter is like this, but you still only care about the relationship between relatives. It's better not to have such relatives." After saying this, she swung her sleeves and walked out.

Qi Zhengming reacted and chased her to the door: "You dare to hit me?"

Liu Yuniang didn't look back: "Anyone who stops me from seeking justice for my daughter is an enemy who wants to bully us mother and daughter! That includes you." Seeing that she was walking fast and was about to go out of the archway in a blink of an eye, Qi Zhengming wanted to chase her. The attendant at the door hurriedly stopped him: "Master, don't go yet." As he said that, he pointed at his face. Qi Zhengming noticed that his face was in great pain. Seeing his attendant's actions, he reached out to touch his cheek again, only to find that the area was hot and swollen. It should have become a five-fingered red mark. It was really embarrassing to go out with such a face. Qi Zhengming slapped the door and gritted his teeth: "Liu Huixin!" Liu Yuniang could have held back, but as long as she thought of what Qi Zhengming did and how he deceived Liu Huixin so miserably, she didn't want to endure it anymore. After the slap, her palm was red and still aching as she walked out. But she felt extremely happy. This dog man should have been beaten up a long time ago. Madam Xu knew something was wrong as soon as she saw the Liu family picking up their third daughter-in-law. The eldest daughter-in-law Young Madam Jiang was specially summoned over. Young Madam Jiang was brought back from a restaurant outside. After entering the house, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had not said a few words before they learned that Liu Huixin had returned. Everyone is related by marriage, and Liu Huixin is a good businessman. Madam Xu couldn't turn people away, so the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law went out to welcome her in person. "My son's mother-in-law, did you forget something?" Madam Xu looked extremely considerate: "You could have just sent a servant to pick it up, or you could send a message directly for me to deliver it. With our relationship, please don't be polite!" "I did come back to ask for something." After Liu Yuniang got off the carriage, she looked at the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law with unkind eyes: "My daughter has consumed a lot of cold things, and I want to ask for justice." Madam Xu subconsciously turned her head to look at the eldest daughter-in-law beside her. After a breath, she suddenly realized that her expression was obviously revealing, and she quickly turned her head away. The movement was so loud that it made people's teeth ache. Young Madam Jiang hurriedly stepped forward: "Mother, are you badly injured?" She called out to the maid outside: "Hurry up and call the doctor!" Then, she looked at Liu Yuniang with an apologetic expression on her face: "Auntie, my mother is injured and is not in the condition for entertaining guests. If you have something to say, please come another day!" After saying this, she ordered the maid: "Send off the guests."

The next moment, the maid came in and stretched out her hand towards Liu Yuniang: "Madam, please." Liu Yuniang pushed away the maid's hand, walked to the chair and sat down on her own: "My daughter's mother-in-law, it's useless for you to pretend to be sick. I must get an explanation today. Otherwise, I won't leave. If you insist on protecting the culprit, , then I can only tell this matter to the public and let everyone judge. Let the people in this city see the behavior of your Xu family!" Madam Xu: "..." If that really happened, the Xu family would be completely disgraced. "My son's mother-in-law, that child Cai Miao was in good health before the miscarriage. I never knew she ate anything cold." Madam Xu said these words and looked at the old matron at the door: "Go and invite the cook from the small kitchen in their yard over and ask what the third lady likes to eat. Why has her health become so bad?" Liu Yuniang sneered: "My daughter's mother-in-law, I don't believe that Cai Miao would be stupid enough to take the initiative to eat these things. We are both mistresses of our house and have been housekeepers for many years. We have seen and heard all the secrets of the backyard. Please don't try these tricks on me." She touched the flowers on her sleeves and said leisurely: "Don't try to prevaricate with me, I want to know the truth."

Madam Xu looked embarrassed. Young Madam Jiang could not hold back and took two steps forward: "Auntie, I have known about my third sister-in-law's illness for a long time, but I have never heard about any cold things. If you hadn't said it, we wouldn't have known about it until now. Asking about a culprit is even more ridiculous!"

"I don't believe it." Liu Yuniang's eyes fell on Madam Xu: "Again, we are of the same status and are both smart people. I don't believe that someone has made a move in the mansion, but you don't know about it." She emphasized: "I'll say it again, if you don't tell me the truth, I will..."

Madam Xu's expression changed: "Don't!" She glanced at the eldest daughter-in-law beside her in a panic. For a moment she just felt caught in a dilemma.

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If you’re doing perfume recommendations, do you have a tomato leaf-forward scent you like? I’ve tried a few green/garden scents but they haven’t captured tomato leaf!!! Also do you have favorite vetivers? I tried simple vetiver-vanilla and vetiver-citrus scents I liked but didn’t love (both american indies.) Is Lalique Encre Noir the way to go here? I like woods, vanillas, critruses and stuff that smells like dirt, if those are common in vetiver scents.

So tomato leaf tbh is not something that tends to work for me, but Memo Italian Leather is beautiful imo, I'd love it if the tomato leaf didn't give me a headache. Being not a fan of the note idk if I can judge it well, but it feels very noticeable and naturalistic, and works with the bittersweet vanilla-leather composition.

But for a garden scent, have you tried Min New York Chef's Table? It's more basil and sage than tomato to my nose, but basically a naturalistic kitchen herbs scent, almost where I felt it's not enough of a perfume, like for a person to wear. though having sprayed it on just now, I actually enjoy it a lot. savory and zesty!

So my favorite vetiver is Frederic Malle Vetiver Extraordinaire unfortunately lol, not something I see myself ever affording a bottle of. It's very different from any vetiver-forward perfume I tried, which imo tend to be very same-y shaving foam type scents. People talk about it in terms of like a "sexy masculine scent" which is just insane, to me it's the kinda woody fragrance that suggests an actual tree, rain-wet, cold and remote. I for sure notice myrrh and oakmoss, it's kind of bitter, peppery and airy the way earthy scents can be if that makes sense? the alleged citrus top notes I don't really get.

And then I have two citrus vetivers that I wear a lot, Zara Vetiver Pamplemousse (grapefruit) and Bon Parfumeur 003 (yuzu), they were both no-brainers to get big bottles of at maybe 30 euro, and I like them more than pretty much any vetiver I tried other than the Frederic Malle. actually got a bunch of compliments on the Zara one, which doesn't really happen to me otherwise lol, shame it seems to be discontinued. The Bon Parfumeur one I might actually like more, i don't super know what violet leaf smells like in isolation, but the scent also has some of that cold, bitter melancholy feel I like in the Frederic Malle, but lighter and friendler because of the citrus.

Idk, thanks for asking, hope you can do something with these! Also: I am looking for a fruit scent. Love the idea of it, but haven't found an actual perfume I enjoy where the fruit would be like present and asserive, but also actually smell good to me lol. Fruity notes often really stick out and smell like cleaning products or cheap shampoo to me. Given that you mentioned wearing a(n unfruity) fig scent and the old Bat, is there any other fruit you can recommend?

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Fragrance Headcannons

Aka Enhypen as perfumes

Heesung

Top Notes : Peach Melba, Frangipani

Heart Notes : Raspberries

Base Notes : Oudh Amber, Vanilla

Jay

Top Notes : Tangerine, Passion Fruit, Tonka Bean

Heart Notes : Damascus Rose, Coriander

Base Notes : Cashmere Wood, Musk, Angelica Root

Jake

Top Notes : Turkish Rose Absolute

Heart Notes : Myrrh, Turmeric, Blood Orange

Base Notes : Australia Sandalwood, Smoke Leather

Sunghoon

Top Notes : White Tea, Cedar Bangla, Lavender, Mace

Heart Notes : Lilium Candidum, Honeysuckle, Violet Leaf, Carnation

Base Notes : Gurjum Balsam, Patchouli Celebes, Vetiver Garut

Sunoo

Top Notes : Honeydew, Moringa, Olive

Heart Notes : Santoline, Pine Needle

Base Notes : Dry Amber, Katsura Wood

Jungwon

Top Notes : Pineapple, Black Pepper

Heart Notes : Tobacco Flower, Clove, Geranium

Base Notes : Elemi Chypre Frankincense

Niki

Top Notes : Pumpkin, Cinnamon, Peppermint

Heart Notes : Ginger, Juniper, Saffron

Base Notes : Bergamot, Grapefruit, Sichuan Pepper

You (Y/N) ver 1

Top Notes : Green Tea Accords, Fig Leaves, Rhubarb

Heart Notes : Muguet, Celery Seed, Bamboo

Base Notes : Green Moss, Caraway, Fennel

You (Y/N) ver 2

Top Notes : Roasted Cocoa, Dry Down Coconut Milk, Licorice

Heart Notes : Deep Coffee, Bitter Neroli, Bitter Almond

Base Notes : Intense Jasmine, Exotic Lily, Guaiac Wood

You (Y/N) ver 3

Top Notes : Orris, Freesia, Tuberose

Heart Notes : Heliotrope, Plumeria, Maltol, Gardenia

Base Notes : Benzoin, Ozonated Accords