#purity’s drinking lemonade

[emmatheyoshi]

So in the FNF Lullaby mod, Lord X, MX, and Hypno have a song where they sing and are playing Uno. And in said song, Gold/Lost Silver floats past the trio in the background. He looks pretty lost when doing so as well.

So, I decided to give him people to hang out with. Specifically, two other nonmalicious Creepypasta/horror characters. Purity is Lord X’s daughter and while she likes the play pranks on occasion, she never has malicious intent. Lucas (the Luigi on the far right) is MX’s endless victim, but I like to headcanon him as MX’s adoptive son. He’s never had any malicious intentions in all of his lore. As for Gold, he has no malicious intent either. Hell, he’s barely even there, he’s mostly a puppet for the Unowns possessing him.

Anywho, I don’t know what the three of them are talking about, but I will say that this is probably the most complex and detailed background I’ve done to date.

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

Peter, Peter

Spencer Reid x Female Reader (Implied Smut)

Summary: Season 2 Spencer and his girlfriend host a Halloween party and their couple costume causes some confusion

Note: Inspired by the scene in which Spencer doesn't recognize the kissing in a tree rhyme

Spencer loved Halloween. I knew that my boyfriend was a massive nerd. Honestly, it was a plus. With Spencer, I could be myself. He wasn't the type of man to raise his voice at a football game gone wrong. He wasn't the type of man had some weird purity culture blocks on me reading steamy books.

He was the type of man to passive-aggressive judge Jeopardy clues with the slightest inaccuracy. In my opinion, Spencer got a perfect score on the Jeopardy application which retroactively banned him from any type of game show in the franchise.

He was the type of man that encouraged enthusiastic and unabashed interest in things. Spencer had his old Russian novels and I had my novels with plenty of euphemisms for penis and good girl in Russian.

Compatibility, right?

Spencer had volunteered us to host team party. They spent the day hoping from grocery store to craft store to liquor store for various things they needed. The fall had finally arrived; and I welcomed the crispiness in the morning and the chill in the evening. Spencer wore a forest green and deep khaki sweater that complimented his eyes. He blushed when I told him, the tips of his reddened cheeks reached the bottom of his glasses.

"Ooh! We should use the pumpkins as a pitch for my Faerie Brew." I suggested, sizing up a rather large and lumpy orange pumpkin.

Spencer cocked his head. "What were you thinking of making?"

"Personally I think a pumpkin sangria would be revolting..." I sighed, thinking, "probably I'd do an apple, cranberry, lemonade sangria."

"Sounds like you and Penelope will be the ones to enjoy that?" He teased. Penelope was the first of the team to know. Spencer had a hard time hiding the reason as to why Penelope had caught him a florist near their apartments. I had met Penelope a couple weeks later and in the eight months since, we've become close friends. Mostly because I've grown to hate nights alone in our apartment. It's not the same without Spencer.

Spencer lifts the pumpkin and places it into the cart, waving off my insistence on helping. "Are you going to tell me what the costumes are? Derek really thinks he's slick doing what he's doing with his date."

"You'll see."

"Tell me, Y/N." Spencer pushed the cart along, stopping as I toss a packet of orange jello.

"I've never done jello shots." I claimed. "I was too serious and nerdy in college." Spencer gave me an amused look.

"I'm sure between the two of us, I was the nerdiest one back in college." He retorted, a look a smugness colored his face.

"You were twelve in college, Spencer." I countered, smiling when the tips of Spencer's crooked smile reached the part where his cheeks tinged red. "And you're lucky you're cute." I said. "But I want jello-shots."

"I'll get the sleeping bag out for Penelope. And we'll swing by the drinks aisle for some electrolytes."

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Spencer had gotten stuck planning a seminar at the Academy so Penelope had decided to come over to help me the finishing touches. She was dressed as Hedy Lamar, the scientist/film star. The 1940s style suited her. Penelope had a bright red lip and perfectly curled blonde hair. Her dress with fitted at the waist and flared to the knees.

"You're a pumpkin?" Penelope's eyebrows were raised. She had begun organizing the jello shots tray into something resembling a pumpkin. "I would've thought you'd having the most creative costume."

I plated the mini-hot dogs into warming trays, trying to hide my thrill. I knew that Penelope would love this costume in its entirety. Spencer...he'd either love it or not.

"You'll see!" I said. Penelope had roped JJ and Emily into dressing up like the Powerpuff girls. Penelope, between the trio, had taken it the most seriously.

The rest of the team had arrived, except for Hotch who had simply shaken his head at the thought of trying Penelope's Franken-Punch. I poured the sparkly green liquid into a plastic pumpkin as Spencer walked into our apartment.

"You're the cutest pumpkin in the patch." Spencer said softly, his playful tone making me smile. Penelope pretended to gag into the kitchen sink at Spencer's sickly sweet affection.

"Usually I'd think you two are adorable, but tonight I am preoccupied." Penelope claimed. She had set her sights on one of Derek's gym buddies who was coming to the party. Much to Derek's chagrin. "Anyway, Reid. Go get your costume on." She insisted.

Spencer kissed the side of my cheek and made a face at the concoction. "You know calling this Franken-Punch isn't very accurate. The doctor is the one named Frankenstein." Penelope gave him a look. And Spencer threw his hands up, "All I'm saying is that if we're going to pay homage to the mother of science fiction we shouldn't be so cavalier with references."

Penelope huffed in faux annoyance as I kissed Spencer's face. "Go get ready, honey. JJ and Emily should be coming soon. And I think Derek and Danny are parking." I handed Spencer the bag with his costume in it and Penelope and I continued to get the apartment ready for the party.

It was hard to decide if Penelope was more enamoured with Danny or if Danny was more enamoured with her. It would be hard not to find someone who wasn't taken with the tech genius.

I sipped the drink Penelope had made. It tasted as good as it looked. Derek stood at my side, scooping some dip, chips, and a slice of pizza on his plate. Spencer came from our bedroom, a confused look on his face.

"And now what on Earth do you have him dressed as?" Derek smirked, as he noticed the text on Spencer's shirt.

Peter, Peter

"It's not anything that's not true." I shrugged, my bright orange cheeks smiling as I winked. Spencer hurried over, still confused. Penelope, JJ, and Emily took pictures together but instantly understood Spencer's confusion.

"Too much for me to know," Penelope said, groaning, "Now I see the creativity in this costume." She gestured to my pumpkin outfit.

Spencer appeared at my side, still confused. "Are you sure this isn't a mistake?" He asked, looking down at his shirt and then at me, "It's supposed to be a couple's costume, baby?"

Derek chuckled, offering to clink his and Spencer's glasses in cheers, "My man. Who would've thought."

Penelope giggled as she and the girls filled their plates and exchanged looks of both surprise and amusement. Spencer, however, remained confused. Danny, Derek's friend from the gym who wouldn't leave Penelope alone, joined in on the clever costume.

"Peter, peter, pumpkin eater. Good man," He said, clapping Spencer on the shoulder.

When the guests had gotten their food and drink Spencer and Derek stood together chatting about the results of the latest case. Gideon, who reluctantly donned a witch's hat, offered a curious glance at Spencer's shirt and then scanned his eyes towards me. He nodded, looked at Spencer and then shook his head in disbelief.

"That's enough." Spencer exclaimed. "Explain it to me." He grabbed my hand and I smiled. He always told me that my grins were infectious and just by looking at me he'll end up smiling. "Please. Derek won't stop congratulating me and I'm lost."

I chuckle, kissing Spencer on his cheek. "You're brilliant, baby." I said. "You're Peter, Peter and I'm the pumpkin. And you're a pumpkin eater." I explained.

"Oh." Spencer said cocking his head. "Makes sense. You're very sweet and I do like-" I clapped my hand over Spencer's mouth before he can continue. Sometimes that mind works too fast for the other parts of him to keep up. He kissed my palm, breaking my resolve. I laughed wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him.

"Y/N!" Penelope called out, clearly more than inebriated, "We want to play some games. And don't worry Dr. Reid, no bobbing for apples. We'll by the looks of it, you'll be bobbing for someone's pumpkin later." She smirked.

We divided into teams three, with Spencer and I on the same team. We shared the armchair and Spencer's had wrapped themselves around my waist. Penelope, in all her drunken glory, explained the rules. Just as she was going over the rules, Spencer gasped and called out.

"Oh! You mean like...cunniligus. Well then yeah, I guess it works."

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[uluvjay]

Horners daughter “accidentally” flashing max for the 3rd time and he had enough

Max Verstappen x Horner daughter!

I wrote this as if it takes place before the purity ring blurb!

Warnings?: Cursing, mentions to sex, flashing, slight manipulation?, kissing, I can’t think of anymore

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The first time it happened max thought it was a genuine accident, your little sister had dropped her iPad right next to you and you had bent over to retrieve it for her; causing the little dress you had on to ride up, just enough for max to catch a glimpse of your lacy thong.

The second time he felt that maybe it wasn’t so much of an accident, the way you had slowly bent down to pick up the fork you dropped and how you flipped your hair over your shoulder had made him overthink your actions.

But by the third time he knew, he knew that none of your flashes had been accidental.

It was after dinner, you and max in the kitchen while the rest of your family gathered outside to start a fire when it happened again.

You had been on one end of the island putting away left overs while he stood on the other end drying the dishes he had just washed when he heard the sound of plastic coming into contact with the wooden floor and a small “Oops”.

And right as the Dutchman looked your way you had bent over way more than needed, and this time he got a full view of your cunt. He cursed to himself at the sight, he’d been on edge since he walked into your father’s house and found you clad in a pretty sundress and this had finally been his last straw.

Setting down the dish he was drying his hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you down the hall and out of sight of your family in the backyard.

“What kind of game are you playing here Schat?” He grumbled, pinning your body to the wall.

“What are you talking about Maxie?” You spoke, looking at him with those doe eyes that he adored.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about Y/n. Are you trying to get us caught? Bending over right in front of me today, flashing that pretty little cunt to me while your dads not to far” he spat.

“I-“

“You what? Huh? Let me guess you didn’t mean to? All three times were accidents?.”

“Yes! I’d never do that on purpose Maxie, don’t want my dad to catch us” you pouted, looking at him like you could truly do no wrong.

“Drop the act, we both know how much of a slut you truly are. How would your father feel if he found out all the things I have you doing when your with me? Huh? You think he’d like to hear how quick his precious daughter gets on her knees when I tell her to?” He taunted.

“No! Max please don’t tell him.” You panicked, you knew he wasn’t bluffing, the dark look in his eyes told you all that you needed to know.

“Then I suggest you cut the bullshit and behave baby, Or I won’t hesitate to go out there right now and show him all those videos.”

“Okay! I’m sorry, please don’t show him. I shouldn’t have flashed you! I’m really sorry Maxie.” You pleaded with the blonde.

“There’s my good girl” he smirked down at you, his hand gripping your jaw to pull you into a hurting kiss.

It was hard and dominating, his lips reminding you of your true place. The way his tongue snuck into your mouth and dominated your own, a small groan escaping his mouth at the taste of the sweet lemonade you had been drinking.

Pulling away he kept his large hand on your jaw in a sharp grip, his other moving to sneak under the skirt of your dress to grab a handful of your ass.

“Gonna be my good girl for the rest of the night right?” He questioned.

“Mhm” you nodded hopelessly, fully under his spell now.

“Good, maybe if you’re really good and can make of for your little games I’ll let you come later.” He smirked, his hand that rested on your ass leaving a sharp pinch before he leaned down to give you one more peck and walked away.

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[angelitadiaz]

Benedict Bridgerton x Princess Reader

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As you made your way through Buckingham Palace, you ran into your mother, Queen Charlotte. Being the youngest of your siblings and your mother's miracle child meant she held you dearly in her heart. But what made her anxious about today's ball was that it was going to be your first debutante ball.

Making it her personal mission to make the ball perfect meant you hadn't seen her. "Good morning, Mother," you said as you bowed elegantly. She made her way over to you and placed her hand on the bottom of your chin, lifting your delicate features.

"Y/N, just the person I was looking for. Do you like these flowers to go with today's theme or these?" She said as she pointed to two bouquets. One was filled with white roses and pink tulips, adorned with different greenery added into it. The other bouquet had white tulips but was mostly filled by baby's breath, of course with the added greenery.

"The first one is beautiful, of course, but the second one seems to grab my attention more. Especially the baby's breath, it can mean purity and innocence, what I am to be for my husband." You said to your mother.

Your mother turned to look at you, pride seeping through her features as she couldn't hold back the tears welling up in her eyes. She grabbed your hands and held them with sincerity. "I am truly proud of what you have become, and I know you will make a sensational wife and mother."

You couldn't hide your smile from her. You loved your mother very much and wished you could be just like her, a loving wife. You had to leave her so you could start getting ready for the ball and quickly make your way to your room. You had your maid, Annabeth, help you pick a dress for the ball. You both decided on a pale pink dress with embroidered flowers matching the ones in your hair.

Annabeth helped put half of your hair up, putting it into a bun while having the rest curled freely. She grabbed some flowers and put them into your hair as she grabbed your crown. It was bigger than the other debutante but still had the simplicity that captured a man's attention. Annabeth helped you with your shoes next and chose a pair of pearl earrings and a pearl necklace.

Before you leave, you remembered to bring a feathered fan, a trick your mother had shown you not too long ago. Your mother is waiting for you outside of your room with her dog, Charles, whom you had given to her not long ago. She looks at you shocked as she eyed you up and down.

Queen Charlotte slowly made her way over to you and gripped your shoulders tenderly. "You are most perfection, my dear, wonderful job on today's dress." You couldn't hold back the smile you gave her as you gave her a quick hug filled with love. She laughed out loud and reciprocated your hug and held you tighter.

You both had to wait until the guests had fully arrived and held on to each other for support. "Y/N, promise me you'll find someone who you will love and cherish with your whole existence? And that you'll visit me often!" You nodded towards her as you heard both your names being announced.

The ballroom became hushed as they announced your mother's name and then yours. The doors opened, and your mother pushed forward, pulling you with her. Both of you stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at the gentlemen and ladies. Synchronized, you both went down the stairs slowly and poised.

Once you reached the floor, your mother grabbed your hand and kissed your cheek, earning the soft awe of mothers. You decided you wanted to get a drink to quench your thirst and sipped on a lemonade.

You started to walk around, noticing the many staring young suitors around the ballroom. Being a princess ment you were in everyone's list of prominent wives. The ton also knew you would either be Duchess of Sussex or next in line for the throne after your brother George.

As you walked around the ballroom, you noticed a certain lord looking over at you. Lord Berbrooke made his way towards you, pushing anyone in his way. His eyes never left your body and smirked in a disgusting manner.

You turned around quickly and made your way across the ballroom hurriedly. Lord Berbrooke was catching up to you, but before he could reach for your wrist, you noticed a certain Bridgerton.

Benedict Bridgerton was the most handsome man you had ever seen and one of the most lovable. But you knew you couldn't be with him because of his lover, Madam Delacroix. Remembering your situation, you hurriedly made your way over to Benedict to escape Lord Berbrooke.

"Lord Bridgerton, would you do me the honor of having this dance with me?" Benedict looked taken aback but accepted your invitation, offering his arm towards you. You both made your way over to the dance floor capturing the attention of the ton.

As you both held each other, you couldn't help but feel his arm wrap around your waist softly and offer his hand for you to take. "What a surprise, Princess Y/N. I never expected you to choose me for your first dance." His eyes never leaving your own and moving gracefully to the melodic music.

"Please don't fluff your pride. I needed help with escaping a certain Lord. Lord Berbrooke tells everyone I am to be his princess and the mother of his children." You said as you rolled eyes while Benedict was chuckling to himself.

"Princess Y/N, do you wish to be a mother, or are you more concentrated on your throne?" You smiled at his question, answering diligently. "I wish to have a big family full of love and honesty. To tell you the truth, I wouldn't mind being away from the crown and living a simple life that I could enjoy. My husband shall be the most important person in my life as they will be my soul mate and lover. My purity is solely for them, and my moments shall be enjoyed with them. I wish to find a husband who is passionate about what he does while also loving me for me." You answered while your eyes looked around every couple dancing.

Benedict couldn't take his eyes off of you. You showed such grace, worthy of a princess, but expressed your wanting for a normal life. Benedict could remember all the times he had seen you with Queen Charlotte looking gorgeous. Your presence exuded a powerful leader while your very being showed a caring and kind person.

The perfect mix for the future crown princess of the Great nation.

"Lord Bridgerton, how do you feel about having a wife?" Benedict looked at you with confusion, his eyebrows scrunching together as he slightly shook his head. "I have been meaning to find one, but it seems I always get distracted with painting. But I hope to find a wife that is as loving as you."

Benedict looked down towards the shock in your face. You looked towards his gentle eyes and smiled a pure smile. "Then Lord Bridgerton, let's get married." In that moment, Benedict seized from dancing and looked at the ton that was staring back. Chills ran through his spine at the thought of marrying you. Sure, you were beautiful, kind, gentle, and admirable, but you were a princess. You didn't belong with someone like him.

"I must reject you, Princess Y/N. I only see you as a friend, not a lover." Benedicts' composure fell at the sight of a single tear falling from your eye. "What if I told you, Lord Bridgerton, that I fell in love with you from afar? Would that change anything?"

"I'm afraid I can't reciprocate your feelings, Your Highness. I just see you as a friend." Oh , how he wished he had said yes, he knew that he too had fallen in love with you from afar. He missed the feeling of your hands on him and could only stare at your retreating figure. "Lord Bridgerton, thank you for rejecting her. I truly appreciate it!" He turned around only to see Lord Berbrooke excited with a long grin in his face.

"Whatever do you mean Berbrooke?"

"Well, if it wasn't for you rejecting, I would have never had the chance of being with her. So I thank you." Berbrooke patted Benedicts shoulder walking away to go and find you. Benedicts fist wrapped tightly around itself as he looked over at you, longing in his stare.

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Benedict could not think about anything other than you until he heard Francesca mention your brethothal. "Did you hear, mother? Princess Y/N is engaged to Duke Simon Hastings, it's all over Lady Wistledown." Violet rushed over her daughter and snatched the paper from her. Looking over to Daphne, she watched as her daughters heart broke, but in that moment, they heard a knock.

"Please, right now is not the time. If it is about lunch, then we -" You walked in with a sad expression on your face, smiling at the family you couldn't help but notice the lingering stare of a certain Bridgerton. "No, Lady Violet, I don't bring lunch. I wanted to explain my betrothal to Simon Hastings." You looked over at Daphne, who your mother named her diamond at her last ball.

You knew she had fallen in love with Simon and how he felt for her, too. The room fell for you to explain. Before you did, you got something from your pocket hidden in your dress. It was a box that contained a diamond necklace, which was a present from your mother. You walked over to Daphne and sat next to her, offering the box to her.

She opened it and looked at it as she gasped at the sight. "You know he's afraid of marriage." Daphne, along with the Bridgertons, looked over at you with wonder. "Daphne," you said as you grabbed her hand, "I don't think of Simon as a husband or companion. Rather, I see him as a brother. He proposed to me after he saw Nigel Berbrooke try to take advantage of me." Before you could say anything, Benedict sprung at the sound of Nigel.

"Nigel tried to come onto you? Are you sure you are okay?"

"Yes, Benedict, I am sure thank you, anyways Daphne."

"When did he try?"

"What?"

"When did he try?"

"After you rejected me at the ball my mother had for me." Violet gasped at the fact Benedict had rejected you. Violet was too busy with Daphne to notice your dancing with Benedict. But you gave them a look that said let me finish. "Daphne, I'll break off the engagement today because I know how Simon feels about you."

Daphne couldn't help but question you, "What do you mean feels about me?" You couldn't believe Daphne hadn't seen the way Simon looked at her or how he held his breath when she was not with him. "Daphne, he is utterly and truly in love with you. Use this information at your will. That necklace is called the Necklace of Soulmates, which is said to bring to you the one who's meant to be with you."

Daphne looked down at the necklace and then looked at you as she mouthed a thank you. You offered her a smile as you got up to leave the beloved Bridgerton home. Before you could leave the Bridgerton home, you heard Benedict calling your name.

You ignored him and continued your way into the carriage. Just as you were about to enter, you felt Benedict grab your wrist and pull you back towards him. He wrapped his hand around yours and placed his other on your warm cheek.

"Y/N, once you break your engagement, will Nigel keep bothering you?" Benedict had a tone of urgency to his voice. He stared deeply into your eyes, scanning them for a truthful answer.

"Lord Bridgerton, let me go right now." You said, demanding out of annoyance.

"Answer me, Y/N. Please."

"After I break my engagement, Nigel plans to propose to me. But I'll probably find another man, seeming that I am a princess. Now Benedict, I need to go prepare for tonight's ball and hopefully your sister's engagement."

"Marry me, Y/N." You stared at Benedict in shock and heard a gasp behind you. Both you and Benedict looked behind you and saw Nigel with a bouquet of lilies.

"Princess Y/N, please tell me you don't plan on being married to this baboon." You noticed that both the Bridgerton and Featherington were watching the scene. "Lord Berbrooke, this does not concern you."

"How could this not concern me, Princess Y/N? You are engaged to Duke Hastings unless you're committing adultery. In that case, Mr Bridgerton, please tell me now if she is unpure." Your mouth was left agape at the accusation.

End of Part 1

Part 2

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pairing(s) — foreman!JOSH ANDERSON x reader word count — 3.5k

note — this little number was day one of my patreon kinktober this year, and it was too beloved (by patrons and myself) to be gatekept forever!

recommended viewing — TI WEST'S X (2022) + PEARL (2022)

bingo squares and additional content warnings below the cut.

bingo squares — backdoor play, costumes/roleplay (kinda sorta), + risky location/exhibitionism additional content warnings — implied age gap, outdated patriarchal beliefs, innocence kink, corruption kink, slight humilation kink, spit as lube, dacryphilia, slight overstim, unprotected p in v, possessive!josh x virgin!reader (outdated definition and beliefs here, too) and just general filth

JOSH ANDERSON HATES TO WASTE A SWEET GESTURE, but, even in the scorching mid-day heat, ice-cold lemonade just couldn't compare where it would never compete.

While fresh squeezed is good, drinking the sugary nectar straight from the tap is better.

Still, it hurt Josh's heart a bit to watch the fruit of your afternoon's labor get soaked up by the dirt. He reckons he's the only one who minds the undue waste. 

Though, that shouldn't be much of a surprise; it's hard to mind much of anything when you've long since lost yours.

He supposes you have him to blame for that particular loss, too.

How did a harmless compliment devolve into this?

His hips flush to the skin of his boss' daughter, bent over the tailgate, cotton twisted at the knees, and in full view of the main road...

The afternoon began normal enough; the old man sputtered down the long drive towards town around noon, as usual, and the screen door slammed shut not a minute after the rusty ford dipped around the bend, as usual.

And, as if on cue, the delicate twinkle of glassware on a tray pulled his attention from the task at hand—barrels of hay that now lay abandoned at his boots—and Josh was treated to the eyeful that never failed to make his jeans feel two-sizes too tight and burn his neck faster than the looming sun.

Josh enjoyed the back and forth, however one-sided it often was. Though, not for a lack of trying, however girlishly awkward those efforts might be. It wasn't your fault you were sheltered beyond belief, and it made the mental reprieve all the more addicting, too.

You were easily frazzled in a way many weren't and it—a bashful purse of your lips, the gentle tremble of nervous fingers just behind you back, the way you can't meet his eye for more than a minute at a time—stirred up a sick, juvenile satisfaction Josh thought he long outgrew.

The game was relatively harmless because you were exactly that—harmless. A girl too sweet for her own good, recklessly trusting, and shouldering the heavy predisposition to assume the best in people.

Which is why he hadn't thought much about praising your equestrian skill, having been subjected to the visual torture that was the lessons you gave to local children each weekend.

Josh loved how you couldn't take a compliment without coaxing and, even then, you still squirmed like a newborn kitten.

Blinded by a halo of purity and the lure of a timid smile, your inquiry into his own riding prowess appeared just as unassuming. Another opportunity to get his fix, naively offered up on a serving tray, and he was powerless to resist the temptation.

Josh recalls chuckling to himself, prematurely reveling in the delicious reaction, as he threw a bushel out of the truck bed.

"Not as well as you, darlin', but I know my way around."

He expected you to shrivel. If not at his thinly veiled undertone, at the crass wink he tacked on between innuendos, sandwiched beside the candied term of endearment that made your thighs rub together every time he put it to use.

"I could...teach you a few tricks? Maybe show you my skills one-on-one? Something tells me you're a hands-on learner."

Josh nearly jumped out of his skin. He couldn't tell if you were being serious or not; you've never given back an ounce of what you've gotten from him, but it felt too bold to be a first foray.

Sayin' something as lamely disguised as that? It'd be like jumping into a swimming hole without testing the depth beforehand.

Surely, you were brighter than that. Or, at least, puritanical by proxy.

"You're playin' with fire, darlin'."

Your resolve proved resistant to his polite warning. The grin on your face could've only been categorized as wicked.

"I'm not playing with anything—yet."

"Your daddy know you talk like that?"

"You gonna tell on me?"

You were lent against the truck by then, wide doe-eyes blinking up at him through a fan of lashes. They casted a shadow onto your cheeks that created the illusion of sob-streaked makeup; he groaned out loud.

You've set things hurtling toward mutually assured destruction. Josh had to rein you and your girlish whims in before it was too late for common sense to win out against the ache in his jeans.

That dog won't hunt.

"No, because you ain't serious. I wouldn't wanna get you in trouble for a fib."

"S'not a fib."

Your face pinched in irritation then, understandably annoyed at not being taken seriously.

He hadn't been around too long, but Josh'd seen enough to know hardly anyone did 'round these parts. Probably why you were fixed on him like junebug pursuing light to its own detriment.

For that reason alone, he should've stopped there. It was an easy place to lay the interaction to rest. You'd gotten too big for your britches and it was his responsibility—morally and professionally—to bring your head out of the clouds and put those faded pink boots back on dirt.

Josh should've left it a bluff and sent you on your way, but he had the forethought of a bull straight out of the chute. His impulse control was on par, too, come to think of it.

So, Josh did what any red-blooded man with a death wish would; he hopped down from the truck-bed.

Stalked forward until you were pinned between his bare chest and the hot metal of the truck, his gloves shed and discarded elsewhere sometime between now and when reason got caught in the wind.

"No?"

You bit your lip and shook your head, body shrunken away from his.

Josh would have thought himself safe if not for the mischievous glint in your eyes, sparkling bright and strong in the heavy sunshine. He took that glimmer as a plea for more and caged you between his arms, palms burned by the surface.

It hurt no less than the punishment for his indiscretion would if, God forbid, someone caught him takin' advantage like this.

"I'm not soft and gentle like the boys i've seen droppin' you off."

Half a mile down the road, lights off, and in the middle of the night—Josh had half a mind to steal the ladder right out from under your window in order to facilitate some natural consequences.

"You spyin' on me, Mr. Anderson?"

You weren't too much younger than him, but you treated him with the same respect and reverence as your daddy's business partners or any other senior member of your small community in next-to-nowhere Tennessee. It was endearing, how dedicated you were to respecting your elders, no matter the gap's size.

And nothing in Josh's twenty-nine years has sounded better on his sunburnt ears—or to his throbbing cock—than 'Mr. Anderson' falling from your sweet, glossy lips.

"Got to," Josh shrugged.

He feigned nonchalance about as well as you wore a poker face.

He considered you for a moment then, considered the skin exposed by your top. The way your chest rose and fell; delicious little quakes. Josh liked the way you watched him with bated breath. Perhaps, a little too much.

You were so hungry for attention and approval, so fucking eager for anything he might dish out next—he'd test the bounds of your devotion eventually if luck and time were on his side.

"It's my job to keep all your daddy's property safe and in line, sweetheart... but, i'm also a man, so I can't say I ain't dyin' t'see you ride somethin' else."

Caution bled from his mind hearin' you moan so lewdly at words alone. Any bystander would've been at a loss imagining what he could've done to coax out a sound so broken and overtly impatient from such a pious, pretty thing such as yourself. All he did was utter a quip that would've made a teenager scoff and roll their eyes, and you practically melted in his palms.

You wore your neon innocence on your chest.

"Darlin, it ain't too late to pretend this never happened. We haven't done anythin' wrong, but you're toeing a dangerous line. You're a good girl. Y'wouldn't wanna get us both into any trouble, would'ya?"

"'m not gonna to tell."

You're persistent, he'd give you that.

Bold, too, he came to learn; your warm hand palmed his considerable bulge with enough enthusiasm to negate your palpable inexperience.

"You keep movin' those hands and i'll have to, sweetheart."

"You won't."

You said it with as much conviction as you say grace every night. Josh can almost feel your palm in his.

"How can you be so sure? You hardly know me, sugar. I've been here all summer and this is the most you've said to me in one go."

"Because you wanna touch me as much as i wanna touch you."

"That right, sweet girl?"

"Yessir."

Josh would have you if the creek don't rise.

And even if it did, he would find a way.

You squeak out a garble of protest as you wriggle in his arms. The struggle only worsens the dig of his wide tip prodding the mint hole, his length slick and sliding between your sticky folds with absolutely no resistance—a fact josh goaded you with, one that only made you gush out even more.

"N-not inside, Mr. Anderson," you hiccup.

All your sobbing and moaning has rubbed your vocal cords raw. And thank God for it, because you're louder than a rooster in a hen house and he hasn't even been inside anywhere.

You wouldn't even kiss him with tongue.

"Why's that, sugar? You savin' this sweet cherry for your future husband?"

A pathetic, bashful nod is all he gets from you. Josh chuckles into the musky skin of your soft neck. The patronizing sound makes you mewl and rut back into his lap in spite of your earnest vow of chastity.

"Well, aren't you precious, sweetheart? But that don't mean I can't fuck you, though. You've got another perfectly good hole back here for me to stick my cock in."

You don't hate the filthy suggestion, even though you know you should; you curled into yourself as if you did. The escaped whimper and roll of your body scream the truth when your mouth insists on lying. You might love his idea more than whatever you originally sought out.

In fact, if Josh was a betting man, he'd feel good putting his savings on that.

"Aw, don't get all shy on me now, darlin'. Where'd my little cocktease go, huh? Thought she'd be over the moon at the thought of me stretching out one of her little holes—no matter which one—but I guess I was mistaken."

Josh makes a show of separating your bodies. He leaves you bent over the truck bed, fingers threaded through crumpled hay, as his belt rattles dismissively in his hand.

"Go on, sugar. Run along now. I got work to do and you ain't gonna waste any more of my time."

"No!" you burst, spinning on a bare heel to latch onto his forearm. The tears of a blossoming fit well in your already glassy eyes. "I-I want to, I've just never...nothin's ever been...y'know."

"Never?" Josh blinks incredulously. He wretches off your iron grip to take your hand in his. "Not even these cute little fingers?"

Your head wags.

He smirks. "What about that hairbrush of yours?"

You wear embarrassment just as pretty as you do lust. Josh thinks you might cry for real this time.

He can't wait to lick your cheeks dry.

Josh does his best not to laugh, but your pained, guilt-ridden expression is too amusing. You try to look away but he's quicker—and stronger—than you. Josh grabs your cheeks with his free hand and squeezes until you whimper in obvious submission.

Like a tomcat with a belly full of yellow feathers, Josh bares his teeth. "Shouldn't leave your curtains open if you ain't inviting me to a free show, sugar. Not that I'm complaining—the hours go by much quicker when y'got somethin' nice to look at."

He smells the shame rolling off of you in uneven waves, can just about taste it, too. Fuck, one taste of you'll never be enough to satiate him. Of that, the foreman is certain.

Josh drops your wrist and cups your face with warm, calloused hands. His thumbs rub the teardrops into your cheeks as he coos, "I promise I'll take real good care of you, sweetheart. Nice and slow...get you so ready you'll be beggin' me to split you open. Y'can trust me, I know what I'm doin'—y'ain't the first i've had the pleasure of breakin' in."

You scowl, jaw set and eyes narrowed; rearing to charge. Invisible steam plumes from your rabbit-twitch nose. You are so dang cute, he could hardly stand it.

"Put that pout away before I spank it off of ya, y'hear?"

He nearly busts with how quickly you fall in line at the mere implication of corporal punishment.

Josh'll remember that for later.

"Didn't even give me a chance to say ain't none of them could hold a candle to you, sugar."

Taking you on your back proved to be too much of a temptation, what with your virginal hole mouthing around nothing like a siren song, and your demure face crinkled into disrepair at the hand of your own perverse wants. Your limp thighs splayed open as Josh fucked your ass bare with no assistance, save from his spit and your dribble.

"Look how ripe you are, sugar. Your little pussyhole is cryin' for me and you won't even let me touch her...not even a little bit."

He gave you your first peak in that position, his teeth ground into the side of his cheek as he fought to keep his own at bay; Josh was far from done playing with your supple, sensitive body. With his thumb pressed to your puffy button, he stroked you halfway to your second and then abruptly pulled out.

The hiss of pain and surprise is swallowed by a mound of hay as you're flipped over and he hikes your hips up high into the muggy air. Your hands curl into fists on either side of your head.

Josh's face lowers until his nose slots in the valley between the rounded muscles. His deep inhale and subsequent hum of approval exacerbates the battle waging behind your glazed, lust-blown eyes. His thick tongue slips past the love-loosened ring and he fucks you with it like he can hear the conflict monopolizing your mind.

Josh laps and laps, kneading the tender flesh of your rear like he's got something to prove, until your back aches and you scream into the earth.

The obscene smacking of his lips as he parts from your tender hole is nothing short of profane, but it's no match for the fresh, hot glob of spit that lands on the sore pucker with a loud splat!

And Josh can't help but throw salt in the wound, "'wanna be able to smell your wrecked little asshole for hours, sugar, wanna be able to taste you on my lips all fucking day."

Tears race down your cheeks. This is everything you've been taught is immoral. A one-way ticket to the fiery domain down below. This is a sin, desecration of the worst kind.

This is the most pleasure you've felt in your entire life.

The sun is far too close to the adjacent range of mountains for his liking; the old man will be home a little before it dips behind them for the night with your mama in tow.

Josh is going to cum before then. At least once. Propriety be damned.

He maneuvers you up and off of the ground, taking the time to brush the dirt and smushed fodder from your tear-stained cheeks and clammy palms.

Your heart jumps to your throat when he finishes positioning you—split open on his girth, straddling his broad hips, turned away from his kind eyes, and facing the dirt road. You grip his rippling, jean-clad thighs.

Josh can feel your freshly-painted claws through the sturdy fabric.

"I d-don't know how, sir."

His hips involuntarily buck at the honorific; it'll never get old.

"Yes, you do, darlin'. I know y'do. Seen it with my own two eyes." Josh taps the fleshy bit of your hip. He's growing impatient. "Go on, pretty girl. Ride me like you ride your ponies."

"Not ponies."

He doesn't need to see your face to know you're glowering. Probably singeing holes into the poor, weathered barn ahead, your kind features scrunched tightly into a frown. If you do it any harder, you'll get stuck that way.

And Josh can't have that. Can't have his sweet, good girl permanently pouting. He'd never get a lick of work done again; he'd be to busy fucking that absent-minded smile back where it belongs.

Admittedly, the open-palm hit is harder than the situation warrants but he's waited too long to watch it jiggle at his hand to control himself.

"What was that?" he growls.

You grind down, swiveling your hips as you grasp onto the lifeline, "Nothin', sir."

"God, even with a cock in your ass you still mind your manners. Your daddy would be so proud of ya, wouldn't he, sugar? Raised ya so good, got ya so obedient."

Josh's vision clouds as you find your stride. The feel of you rocking over his cock is unreal. Entirely unmatched by anything he's ever experienced, in practice or in theory. You feel divine.

You're just as dedicated and passionate in riding him as you are that gentle Tennessee Walker of yours. But there's an intense undercurrent he's never seen before—a fervid need that he could only hope would surface and possess you someday.

Today is that day, and it is glorious.

"Spread yourself f'me, honey."

You do so without lip or hesitation. You just reach back and grab yourself with both hands, hips never wavering.

Heaven-sent, he muses. His very own fallen angel.

A she-devil in disguise; a dirty whore with a greedy, greedy hole.

Josh's never seen anything hotter than your tight little ass fighting to accommodate another of his blessings.

It ain't like you're going easy on yourself either, forcing that sweet hole to take a beating because slow and steady ain't enough anymore. The floodgates have been opened, you're now subservient to the mounting heat low in your tummy and the pulse of your neglected, untouched pussy. You're fucking yourself hard enough for both holes, and you've graciously awarded Josh a front-row seat.

"Sweet Jesus, you're prettier than a peach—juicer, too. I reckon you got the nicest set of holes this side of the Mississippi, sugar."

You preen, back arching. In response, you hold yourself open even wider for his perverted gaze.

"That's it—show me where my cock is. Show me what you've let me take, what you've let me claim—what I'll always call my own. Even when you're good and hitched, it'll be mine. And whenever your empty ass aches, you'll think of this—think of me.

You'll always remember the time you let your daddy's foreman soil you in the middle of his pasture."

The moan that tumbles from your gaping mouth is as uncouth as the visual feast you're treating him to. Even in your struggle to balance on chaffed knees.

Taking mercy on your poor skin, Josh sits up, tugging you back so that your back is pressed tight to his sweat-drenched chest. His grip on your hips matches the ferocity of your hole pulsing around the base of his member, his heavy sack jumping up to repeatedly slap your sensitive clit.

"Y'gonna let me fill this little hole, sugar?" His voice is low in your ear, his breath humid and encouraging.

Your head bobs, your body in a frenzy.

Josh hums his satisfaction, "m'gonna stuff you full and send you back inside—have you make supper right next to your mama with me leakin' down these pretty thighs...M'gonna make you sit in your sin across the table from your daddy."

It's that thought—and your enthusiasm for it—that kicks him over the edge, and, without warning, Josh is unloading warm ropes into your ruined body while you spill for a third time, painting his generous sack in your cream—and it's the crumpled white cotton sticking out of his back pocket that lays the foundation for it to become a reality.

As you limp back to the main house like a freshly dropped foul, Josh knows there won't be any more boys parked at the edge of the property line. No need for the ladder tucked behind the bushes.

Your daddy's gonna be so pleased with him. For weeks, he's been asking Josh for his two cents on how to exterminate the vermin in his field. They're gone now, and Josh'll make sure they stay gone.

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[alex-writings]

hihi i think youre really cool

you should do basil x fem reader on a date!

<3

Thanks you sm!!! I don't know if you wanted as a scenario or headcanons so I did a little scenario!

(warning ; I prob did a lot of things wrong bc idk about gardening or flowers)

ꕀꕀ ♡ ꕀꕀ

Basil and you were dating for a few weeks now. When he asked you nicely if you wanted to help him with his flowers. You immediately accepted, and considered it as a date. The day has finally come, you went to his house and knocked at the door. Polly greeted you with a smile and told you that Basil already is in the backyard. You joined him and he welcomed you with an awkward smile, showing how nervous he is.

"Hello {Name}! I prepared the material we will need while... waiting for you."

You sit down next to him, and you both start to maintain plants and cut weeds. He showed you what to do if you didn't know how. After cutting everything that wasn't supposed to be there, while watering the plants, he told you about his flowers.

"This flower is called marigolds, it represents purity, warmth, creativity and people tend to believe that it repulses bad spirits."

And then he points another flower, while holding your hand.

"This one is a gardenia, it reminds me of you because it means gentleness, beauty and because you give me hope and love, which are also represented by the flower. You're as lovely as.. no even more lovely than every single gardenia reunited"

His cheeks turned a soft color of pink while he was trying to finish this sentence without dying of nervousness, he avoided your eyes most of the time until the end.

He gathers his courage and leaves a little kiss on your cheek, that was interrupted by Polly, who accidentally walks in the backyard at the wrong timing. She leaves both of you after offering a lemonade (or other drink if you don't like it) and a few cookies on the table close.

The rest of the date went really well, and before you go, he hugged you and gave you a pink flower.

"I l-love you!" He mumbled in the hug before letting you go.

When you got home, you researched information about the flower he gave you.

Amaryllis, represents splendid beauty and worth, if someone offers you this flower, it means you're special to them.

I HOPE IT'S OK!! I WASN'T SURE WHAT TO WRITE AAA. I did some research to write this but I prob write something that isn't right? (Like in the flower or gardening things) so I apologize for that!!

[dashielldeveron]

It’s that I never ever want your fics to end but like it did and it was so god damn cute

Making Shigaraki, excuse me Tenko JUST A GUY but also CLEVER AND GOOD

Agh

Just

Also I reread the Shinsou one because that one is. It sustains me. It actively hurts me as much as it like is a dream to read. Awkward part of it is that I’m so much like reader but a little not, but also yes, so I was simultaneously going ‘too slow’ and ‘too fast back up too fast’

“Purity culture has chewed you up and spit you back out” stop please I’ll never get over that quote

Anyways empty your brain onto the internet so I can live in the crevices of your writers block cause even that has to ooze some sort of self assuredness in what personality you have because every reader likes pink lemonade; the creator of HunterxHunter, and other various remnants of you or perhaps a character you’ve created because if you gave me years to state what my favorite drink was I still could not answer

In summary let me have the knowledge of who I am your stories protagonists have please, the indecision needs to leave me

Also pink lemonade is just a solid choice of drink I commend you

Also everytime the MC does something like step back to make their steps louder as they come to someone is so casually tender I physically can’t

Also the way you speak, like your narrator author voice speaks is so. Like yes the typical ‘I was overcome by tenderness’ is overdone but the consistent ‘fuck you you’re so tender and sweet’ is more abrupt than I’m used to in like the best way?

It’s like just such a entertaining train of thought to read because it is so much more of a train of thought than a guide through emotions and it’s so fun

This is so long forgive me but I love your writing

shigaraki deserves to be just a guy :) i have low hopes for his getting to be just a guy in canon, but that's okay--he gets to be just a guy in fanfic :)

yeahhhhhhhhhhhh shinsou route reader allows herself to be vulnerable about something she's scared of, and it's very very brave of her. it's awkward and embarrassing but still hopeful bc of how shinsou treats her with enormous love like she deserves. i'm glad you could find some solace in it :)

and ohhhhhhh anon i would die for you. i love you. you have been so VERY very kind to me and my silly stories, so thank you v v v v much!!!!! i will think on the wonderful things you've said and keep them in my heart :) i hope that the next route will meet your expectations!!!! xx.

[shionzeroart]

It's time to present my The Arcana OC, Salem the Apprentice 🌿✨ I really hope everyone who sees it will like him!

So, let's begin. Be careful, contains spoilers.

Short information:

💚 Salem Ali (nee Shayad), 25 years old, 5'7" in height. An apprentice who considers magic and inner freedom as the most important things in life.

💚 INFJ, EVFL

💚 date of birth: July 26th, zodiac sign: Leo

💚 he/them, demisexual

💚 favorite drink: mint lemonade

💚 favorite dish: spicy pilaf with pumpkin

💚 colours: black, green, gold

💚 favorite flower: dandelion

💚 voice headcanon: Bill Kaulitz

More detailed:

💚 Salem was born in a noble family. They wanted their only son to be superior in everything, not really asking him what he personally wants, and since his early childhood were teaching him almost everything, including martial arts, magic and literacy.

💚 But the only thing Salem had true talent to, and, most importantly, desire to succeed in, was magic.

💚 He was being rebellious against his family and was acting stubborn to get some personal freedom, but he was still submitting to his parents up to a certain time, because he was afraid to upset and disappoint them. His parents often told him that they had known better how should Salem live and what should he do. And he was believing that for a really long time.

💚 His patience ran out after his parents made him aware that he's engaged to be wed to some noble bride, all to the exclusive benefit of Shayad family. He escaped the magic school where he had been studying at that moment.

💚 He faked his own death and made his way to Vesuvia, disguising carefully, and settled there. He took the most widespread and folksy surname used in his country. (SPOILER ALERT: after the death of plague and coming back to life he completely forgot his former surname and didn't remember it ever again.) He was 15-16 years old that moment, and soon he met Asra.

💚 Salem has a very keen sense for people, but sometimes not fully trusts his intuition because of his own doubts. Nevertheless, he's a good diplomat, he can tell people the right things, the things people would like to hear, and really wins people's favor because of it. Salem is well-mannered and generally polite, but not with those who limit him in some way and try to belittle him. Sometimes it's hard for him to deal with people, he often treats people cautiously to the utmost, but if purity of purposes and genuiness is proven to him by deeds, he pays it off completely. Salem is really devoted and sincere, he says what he means, and he definitely lacks noble fake benevolence that his family was inherent in. It's not a problem for him to express his feelings directly, and he won't be silent when something goes wrong, especially when he trusts the person around him. With Asra, best of his traits (ambition, determination, inner feeling of justice, empathy and kindness) have developed, and his worst traits (anxiety, lack of confidence, social awkwardness, stubbornness and impetuosity) have stopped disturbing him.

💚 Firstly, Asra has become a kindred spirit for him, then the most loyal and best friend, a teacher in some way, and finally a partner, in every sense. Asra has shown Salem that he deserves friendship and love just for being himself, and Salem doesn't need to prove anything to a person he likes. In canon and post-canon timeline, Salem has become completely more mature mentally, more calm and confident, thanks to Asra too. Salem trusted Asra unconditionally for showing him an absolutely new way of behavior and life, and he feels deep thankfulness to Asra, not to mention love. Salem may act like an unapproachable arrogant person with people who are especially unpleasant to him, but never ever with Asra.

[bloodyentrails]

4, 11, 23 for the “I’m not from the US” ask game 😊

hello hello!

4. favourite dish specific to your country.

uh. i LOVE a potato!!! i love mashing them! they are amazing sides. never forget nutmeg. and they go very well with gammon and sauerkraut. i love pickled foods too. wish there was more potato variety in the shops tho.

11. most enjoyable swear word in your native language.

i specifically love how german differentiates formal and informal ways of address and allows you to form something like 'sie arschloch' instead of 'du arschloch' and it delights me that i get to be polite and rude in that one phrase at the same time.

23. which alcoholic beverage is the favoured one in your country.

definitely beer. overwhelmingly beer. i'm not a beer drinker and people look at me funny. beer-making has been about purity for centuries, there is a german purity regulation?, but even beer is now allowed to have more flavours in it. (i will drink it mixed with lemonade if there is literally nothing else available).

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Calocagathia (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Aggie by her family & the others

Age- 13 (immortal)

Location- Little Athens, New Olympus

Personality- She's an overachieving perfectionist that believes in the good of people & the world. She doesn't aim for anything less than of her high expectations. She tends to be overly critical of herself and others, caring deeply about others' opinions of her.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshfiting. As the goddess of nobility & goodness her other powers/abilities include limited photokinesis, bravery inducement in others, limited truth sense, and having an innate sense on how noble a person is.

Aggie comes from a respectable godly family. Her parents are Soter (god of safety) & Praxidike (goddess of judicial punishment) while her older sisters are Arete (goddess of virtue, valor, & excellence) and Homonoia (goddess of concord).

She lives with her parents at their townhouse in the Little Athens neighborhood of New Olympus. Her bedroom is mainly white with a minimalist aesthetic, complete with clear & structural furniture pieces. She has a large collection of books as well.

She was homeschooled as a small child, stopping just a year ago when Aggie was enrolled in an esteemed junior high school in the city (located on the same compound as the elementary & high schools) that her cousins attend shortly after her 12th birthday. With school on break, Aggie will return as an eighth grader. Other godly kids in the school include Thrasos (god of boldness, insolence, recklessness, & courage), Deucalion, Anaideia (goddess of ruthlessness, shamelessness, & unforgiveness), Pandia (goddess of the full moon), Achelois (goddess of the moon & healing), Krysothemis (Kristy), Epidotes (god of purity), Pompe (goddess of rites), Telete (goddess of prayers), Philia (goddess of friendship), Dysis (goddess of the sunset), E.B, and Thespios (god of acting). The memory of her first day is one she doesn't like revisiting- a day of sweaty palms and anxious frayed nerves.

Aggie loves wearing jeweled headbands! Most of her allowance goes towards buying them, with books being a close second.

Her favorite go-to drink is a medium coconut banana splash from The Roasted Bean. She also likes ginger ale, sparkling peach & lemon infused water, lemonade, sweet tea, apple juice, pineapple soda, & white tea.

Now Aggie is her usual controlled assured self when it comes to school. She's known (started by Anaideia) for being a grade grubber. When she once recieved an A minus for an essay for her Literature class, she did what she thought was best- writing a four page essay detailing the reasons why her original essay was worthy of an A plus!

Her other favorite classes include home economics and history. With free periods on her class schedule Aggie likes to spend them at the school library, sometimes getting a head start on homework or catching up with reading.

She loves the chicken salad sandwhich from The Bread Box.

An embarrassing shopping trip she had with her mom was when they went to the mall for her first bra.

With her social life in school, Aggie stays as far away from Anaideia as possible, shuddering at the thought of her "sociopathic smile." There was one time when she walked in on her & a few of her friends smoking cigarettes in the girl's bathroom. At her mom's insistence, Aggie sits with the kids of The Litae at lunch (where they're known as the "Drool Crew"). She's friendly towards Pandia, Achelois, and Philia, but she has her own group of friends that she likes hanging out with whenever she's able to- a harpy named Avra, an anthousai named Melina, and mortals named Vasilis & Ioli.

The only other student Aggie dislikes more than Anaideia is Thespios. She hates his laugh, his arrogant smug smile, his dimples, his complete disregard for the rules & authority, his scent of musk and cinnamon, his piercing violet blue eyes, his full lips, and his pillow soft curly hair.

She doesn't wear any makeup instead opting for lip gloss and tinted lip balm. Aggie's a fan of LipCalm's tinted lip balm in "healing hibiscus."

The EverPure green tea mask stick, the Olive Visibly oil toner, & the Sunshine Radiance glow activating exfoliater have been god sends in dealing with her acne.

Aggie's relationship with her immediate family has been distant for a while. She feels as though her parents have been too busy to have a normal conversation & she hasn't really seen her sisters since they moved to the state of Athens. She'll take any time she can with her parents, soaking it up like a sponge whether it's an early morning quick ten minute jog with her mom or having her dad help with homework.

Aggie's not all that close with her extended family- her aunt Soteria (goddess of safety) and her cousins Eleos (Ellie) (goddess of mercy, pity, & compassion) & Eulabeia (goddess of caution). She's seen her aunt Amphictyonis (Amy) (goddess of diplomacy) three times in the past year.

Her favorite dessert from Hollyhock's Bakery is the vanilla pudding pie! She also likes the white chocolate chip cookies.

Aside from school, Aggie has quite the full plate! She volunteers at Psomí & Zoí, the soup kitchen owned by Penia (goddess of poverty) and Ptocheia (goddess of beggary), has a junior internship with The Litae, and is also training to become an Olympian Miss- a debutante making a formal introduction into proper society, having even begun taking weekend classes at Kyría Aristeía, the charm school owned by Peitharchia (goddess of obedience & discipline).

She shocked herself & her family when she came across a wild dragon, successfully bonding with it a few months ago! When Draco (god of dragons) showed up with his dragon control crew to take the she-dragon to a sanctuary, Aggie spoke up, deciding to keep her as a pet/companion. She ended up naming the dragon Lightheart who has breathtaking ivory & shimmering gold scales and cream colored wing membranes. She's usually her mode for transportation to school and other commitments.

Aggie is well aware of the not-so-subtle hints that her mom and Lití (the oldest of The Litae & mom to Epidotes) have been dropping for them to get together. There was even this "group date" with Aggie & her parents and Lití & her son at the Athens Museum of History. She also suspects that Epidotes has a crush on her. Aggie does think he's the sweetest guy- offering to carry her books and bookbag, offering to pay for her lunch when she's short a few drachmas, & holding out doors like the perfect gentleman, but she doesn't have romantic feelings for him.

Matters have been more confusing due to a moment she shared with Thespios. While enjoying an early ride on dragonback before dinner, Aggie stopped for a bit at Eaglepoint Park where she came across Thespios & his dragon. He challenged her to a race and Aggie surprised herself by accepting. They rode in the sky, both of them landing past the outskirts of the Hearthwood neighborhood. They shared some snacks he had while they talked about seemingly everything- their interests, school, the fears, & their dreams. They even almost kissed before Aggie pulled away, noticing the sun sinking further and further from the sky. That was the first & only time she's been late for dinner. The next day at school, Thespios ignored her, leaving Aggie feeling confused, hurt, & rejected.

Her favorite musical artist is Pale Blu, her go-to song being "Ashes of Freedom." She's also been getting into the musical artist Summerstar.

For her 13th birthday, Aggie got a white Luxuria shoulder bag from Arete & Homonoia. It cost 500 drachmas.

To celebrate her name being on the school's honor roll (having an outstanding 100%), her parents gave her a yellow gold charm bracelet from Euryphaessa. It was money well spent, costing over 3,000 drachmas.

In the pantheon she also admires Eikono (goddess of iconography & literature); is a member of her book subscription service, Athena (goddess of wisdom), Litismós (goddess of culture), Hestia (goddess of the hearth), Dike (goddess of justice), The Muses (especially Calliope & Clio), and Hemera (goddess of the day).

There are talks for Aggie to be mentored by Aletheia (goddess of truth).

A guilty pleasure for Aggie are chicken tenders. She'll sometimes buy a five piece with honey mustard dipping sauce.

Aside from reading books, she's also an avid reader of the magazines Modern Olympus, Regalia, & O Dianooumenos.

In her free time Aggie enjoys fencing, ballet, chess, reading, writing in her journal (where she feels she can be her most honest), knitting, horseback riding, tennis, field hockey, going to museums, and pottery.

Her all time favorite meal is white rice served with grilled halibut (topped in a creamy white sauce, onions, & feta cheese).

"No act of kindness, however small, is ever wasted."

[shiningstages]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 / 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 .

Muse Chosen: Amethyst

ANIMAL: Dog: Loyalty, bravery, friends, affection, protection, communication, patience, and devotion. / Cheetah: Quick thinking, passion, flexibility, quick-witted, freedom, progress, and protection. / Eagle: Goal-oriented, focused, adventurous, resilient, vision, power and freedom. The big sister who would do anything for her charges, including her adopted primal sister, and all the people she deems worthy of their trust. She presses on despite any opposition, and will go all out if deemed necessary. A powerful leader with her eyes on the prize, yet also knows to wind down and just have fun whenever she can.

COLOR(S): Sunshine yellow, the bright sparks that lead to a roaring yet comforting orange flame, the red of blushed cheeks and constant cuts and scrapes

MONTH: May or June. The spring cool air still whips in her hair, yet she basks in the warmth of the bright sun. Working and training isn't as exhausting, despite the sweat that still slides down her skin, and the harvests are in full swing with winter far from her mind. Everything is truly alive, or creating new life to fill the world to the brim. Flower festivals leading to summer celebrations, a million meals made from fresh fruits and veggies. Everything can happen, yet she can take a day to just lay in a field of blooms. She can't wait for what surprises await her tomorrow.

SONGS:

DAY OR NIGHT: Day - Awake, full of energy, ready to bound for her own adventure or to see her loved ones' smiles in the light.

PLANTS AND FLOWERS:  Strelitzia   —  devotion,  loyalty and affection.  freedom from worries,  fears and anxieties.  perpetual wish. 

SMELL: Fresh-baked bread - simple yet so comforting. Vegetables and fruits just picked and plucked, and whatever dirt clings to them until they're washed away. The burning of firewood - sometimes sweet cherry wood, at other times savory oak, or the times when the fire's too strong and the smoke burns your eyes and clogs your throat. The flames hidden under roasted marshmallows or smoked / spit roasted meats, the smelling the lush grass around you as you look up at the stars.

GEMSTONE: Amethyst just mined - or cracked open in an ordinary looking rock, a captivating little wonder hidden in plain sight. Al uncut gems that don't have the highest purity, yet still give off such a fantastic shine that you can't look away.

SEASON: Spring / Summer.

FOOD: Pot roast, braised steak, s'mores, smoked salmon, fresh bread infused with herbs and honey

ELEMENT: Fire. The passion and desires in her soul, ignited by her loved ones and her own spark to move forward. Soothing to look at, dangerous to touch if her flames are high, yet you can stroke her air with your cold hands needing warmth or a heart needing melting, if she so chooses to let you. Blinding when at her brightest, and yet she can crash to mere smolders if she's not cared for herself. Blow a soft breeze and add a bit more wood to relight her, but also be there to cool her off.

DRINK: Freshly squeezed orange juice, or the juices leftover from a fruit campout. Lemonade toned down with said juices. Teas ground up from her own herbs.

tagged by : @venenumroses ( thank you hun~ )

tagging : @feveredbcnes ( or anyone you wanna do it for ) | @lunarcry ( emu!! or anyone you have more muse for, even gran / akira ) | @strawberrycolaaa | and anyone who want to~

[honeyhighsposts]

Are there any lab-tested THC honey sticks available?

Yes, THC honey sticks lab-tested and available to gradually become a household standard within American consumers' cabinets. With the potential effects of THC infused, honey sticks provide adults with a fun, discreet, pre-dosed method to experience that effect. As a digital marketing and content expert, here's what to consider and highlight when promoting these THC-infused honey sticks to U.S. consumers.

What are THC honey sticks?

THC honey sticks are honey infusted with THC, the THC contained in cannabis and responsible for psychoactivity. It comes in little sticks with small doses so that you can use them whenever you want. The THC honey stick can be taken by the mouth, added to liquids, or drizzled over solid food so that the user can choose how it is to be administered.

Why Lab-Tested THC Honey Sticks?

Consumers today require safety and quality, and a product that has been lab-tested matches that requirement. Lab testing ensures the THC honey sticks pass every rigorous check on potency, purity, and for the absence of contaminants. Established with credibility with the consumers who want assurance of the quality of a product, especially with any product infused with THC.

Advantages of Lab-Tested THC Honey Sticks

Concentration levels without residues

Each product carries out lab testing to confirm actual THC content, thus ensuring that consumers get an experience each time. This assists especially in cases of specific dosing for therapeutic or recreational purposes. Highlight the fact that the stick contains a controlled, reliable dose of the edible product for safe consumption.

Safety and Purity

Through lab testing, honey sticks from the laboratories are tested for pesticides, heavy metals, and residual solvents and are pesticide-free, free of heavy metals, and free from residual solvents. These precautions make honey sticks a safer product in the eye of most U.S. consumers who fear what they eat.

Clear Labeling

Products from the lab tend to carry very detailed labels, which declare their THC content, other cannabinoids, and even the quality of ingredients. Such labelling supports a consumer in making the right decision, thus eventually leading to loyalty and trust building with brands.

How to Use THC Honey Sticks

Lab-tested THC honey sticks are flexible and can be used in a variety of ways:

Direct Consumption: Just squeeze the honey out of the stick and consume it for a quick, easy dose.

Drinks: Enjoy it mixed into hot tea, coffee, or lemonade for a tasty, infused drink.

Toppings: Add a sweet THC twist to yogurt, oatmeal, or toast.

Why Lab Testing Is So Important for THC Honey Sticks

This promotes the importance of lab testing on the product, thus establishing it as a high-quality and reliable product. Consumers are becoming increasingly aware of the risk of untested products, so it is guaranteed that the THC honey sticks are effective and safe with lab testing. Educating the potential customer regarding this will also increase brand credibility and consumer loyalty.

Selecting High-Quality THC Honey Sticks with Lab Testing in the U.S.

To the consumer who is looking online for "honey sticks" or "THC honey," high quality, lab tested products mean the consumer can expect a safe and enjoyable experience. Brands should focus on transparency and quality in their products-and, where possible-accessible lab results or third-party testing information. HIGHLIGHTING these factors in content marketing is very effective at drawing a discerning customer to such brands.

Lab-tested THC honey sticks bring a new experience when one enjoys THC: honey sweetness with the bonus of lab verification.

[effingut23]

Exploring Bavarian Beer and Bavarian Drinks: A Journey Through Tradition

When you think of Bavaria, the first image that often comes to mind is a frothy mug of beer held high in celebration. Bavaria, located in the southern part of Germany, is world-renowned for its Bavarian beer culture, with centuries-old brewing traditions that make it a hub for beer enthusiasts. However, while beer is the star, there are also other Bavarian drinks that are deeply rooted in the region’s culture and deserve attention. In this blog, we will explore the significance of Bavarian beer and some other popular Bavarian drinks that complement the region’s culinary and cultural richness.

The Iconic Bavarian Beer

Bavaria is often regarded as the birthplace of some of the world’s most famous beer styles. The brewing tradition here is sacred, governed by the historic Reinheitsgebot, or Beer Purity Law of 1516, which dictates that beer should only be brewed with water, barley, hops, and yeast. This law has ensured that Bavarian beer remains pure and true to its roots.

Popular Types of Bavarian Beer:

Helles A light, pale lager, Helles is one of the most popular Bavarian beers. It’s known for its clean, crisp, and slightly sweet taste, making it a perfect refreshing drink for any occasion. Helles is often enjoyed in beer gardens or during social gatherings, paired with traditional Bavarian snacks like pretzels.

Weißbier Another quintessential Bavarian beer is Weißbier, also known as wheat beer. Characterized by its cloudy appearance and fruity, slightly spicy flavor, it is brewed with a large proportion of wheat in addition to barley. Weißbier is typically served in tall glasses, showcasing its golden hue and thick foam head, making it a visual treat as well.

Dunkel Dunkel, meaning “dark” in German, is a darker variety of Bavarian beer that has a rich, malty flavor with hints of caramel and chocolate. This beer is traditionally enjoyed with hearty Bavarian meals like roasted meats and sausages, and is especially popular during colder months.

Märzen Märzen is the traditional beer served during the famous Oktoberfest celebrations in Munich. Brewed in March (hence the name) and stored until the festival in autumn, this amber-colored lager has a smooth, malty taste and a higher alcohol content, making it ideal for long celebrations.

Beyond Beer: Traditional Bavarian Drinks

While Bavarian beer holds a special place, there are also other traditional Bavarian drinks that have been enjoyed for generations. Whether alcoholic or non-alcoholic, these drinks offer a different perspective on Bavarian beverage culture.

Radler A refreshing mix of beer and lemonade, Radler is a popular Bavarian drink during the warmer months. Light and thirst-quenching, it’s perfect for summer afternoons and offers a low-alcohol alternative for those who want the flavor of beer with a citrus twist.

Weißweinschorle Another favorite Bavarian drink is Weißweinschorle, a spritzer made by mixing white wine with sparkling water. Light, fizzy, and less intense than beer, Weißweinschorle is ideal for those looking for a refreshing drink that pairs well with light meals like salads or seafood.

Apfelschorle For non-alcoholic options, Apfelschorle is a staple in Bavaria. Made by mixing apple juice with sparkling water, this drink is both hydrating and flavorful. It is commonly enjoyed at family gatherings and is a popular choice for those who prefer something sweet but not too sugary.

Glühwein During the colder months and especially at Christmas markets, Glühwein (mulled wine) is a beloved Bavarian drink. This warm, spiced wine is made with red wine, citrus, and spices like cinnamon and cloves, making it perfect for sipping on chilly evenings while enjoying the festive atmosphere.

Conclusion

Whether you’re raising a glass of Bavarian beer at Oktoberfest or enjoying a refreshing Bavarian drink like Radler in a scenic beer garden, Bavaria offers a rich and diverse drinking culture that appeals to every taste. While beer remains the undisputed king of Bavarian beverages, other traditional drinks contribute to the region’s vibrant culinary experience. Together, they reflect the deep-rooted traditions and love for quality that define Bavarian culture. So next time you find yourself in Bavaria, don’t just stop at the beer — explore the full range of Bavarian drinks that this incredible region has to offer. Prost!

[obtainhigh]

Live Resin Iced Tea Lemonade by Almora

Introducing Almora's Delightful Blend: Almora’s Iced Tea Lemonade, a drink so sublime, tradition and innovation blend every time. Capturing the essence of summer’s lazy days, iced tea and lemonade in perfect ways. Elevated by cannabis, premium and pure, a sophisticated touch, relaxation's allure. Purity and Quality in Every Sip: Crafted with care, natural ingredients fine, no artificial flavors, just a clean, crisp line. 100mg THC, sun-drenched flowers’ best, from California’s fields, in each bottle, no jest. Potent and balanced, euphoria so light, gently ushers relaxation, contentment in sight. Perfect for Any Occasion: Sip on a porch, under the sunny skies, or share with friends, as time flies. Almora’s iced tea lemonade, a social delight, redefines the experience, day or night. Not just a drink, but an invitation to savor, every moment with bliss, a sophisticated flavor. Respect for Tradition and Nature: Roots in Himalayas, tradition held dear, Almora’s respect for nature, always clear. From farm to fingertips, dedication true, delivering consistent products, naturally better for you. Purity of the plant, innovation in infusion, Almora’s craft, beyond any illusion. Celebrate Nature’s Wonders: Almora’s Iced Tea Lemonade, a natural delight, shop now and elevate your refreshment right. Balanced and enjoyable, for relaxation’s call, great flavors and fine cannabis, perfect for all. Cheers to simplicity, great taste in hand, Almora’s blend, the finest in the land. Read the full article

[lemonademonsterofficial]

Your Ultimate Summer Companion: Blueberry Lemonade Monster T.F.N E-Liquid

As summer rolls in with its warmth and sunshine, it's time to indulge in the perfect vaping companion: Blueberry Lemonade Monster T.F.N E-Liquid. This refreshing blend captures the essence of summer in every puff, offering vapers a delightful escape into fruity bliss. Let's explore why this e-liquid is a must-have for your summer vaping adventures.

Embracing Summer Vibes: The Flavor Explosion

Blueberry Lemonade Monster T.F.N E-Liquid brings together the best of both worlds with its combination of sweet blueberries and tangy lemonade. Each inhale delivers a burst of ripe blueberries, reminiscent of freshly picked fruit, while the exhale offers a zesty lemonade finish that tingles on your palate. It's like sipping on a cool, refreshing drink under the summer sun, making it perfect for hot days and warm evenings alike.

Smooth and Satisfying Vaping Experience

One of the standout features of Blueberry Lemonade Monster T.F.N E-Liquid is its smooth vaping experience. Crafted with Tobacco-Free Nicotine (T.F.N), it provides vapers with a cleaner hit that minimizes throat irritation, ensuring a pleasant vaping session every time. The consistency in vapor production and the satisfying nicotine delivery make it an ideal choice for vapers who prioritize quality and flavor.

Versatility for Summer Adventures

Whether you're lounging by the beach, hosting a backyard barbecue, or exploring new outdoor trails, Blueberry Lemonade Monster T.F.N E-Liquid fits seamlessly into your summer activities. Pair it with a chilled glass of lemonade for an extra burst of citrus refreshment or mix it with a touch of menthol e-liquid for a cooling sensation. The versatility of this e-liquid allows you to customize your vaping experience to suit any summer occasion.

Clean and Crisp Flavor Profile

With Blueberry Lemonade Monster T.F.N E-Liquid, you can enjoy the purity of flavor without the drawbacks of traditional nicotine. T.F.N ensures a cleaner taste profile, free from the impurities found in tobacco-derived nicotine, enhancing the overall enjoyment of the e-liquid. This clean flavor profile makes it a favorite among vapers looking for a premium vaping experience that doesn't compromise on taste.

Embrace the Taste of Summer

In conclusion, Blueberry Lemonade Monster T.F.N E-Liquid embodies everything you love about summer: refreshing flavors, smooth vaping sensations, and endless possibilities for enjoyment. Whether you're a seasoned vaper or new to the world of e-liquids, this blend promises to elevate your vaping experience to new heights of satisfaction. Make Blueberry Lemonade Monster T.F.N E-Liquid your ultimate summer companion and savor the season with every flavorful puff.

[wilsonaron]

Sophistication in Stone: Why Soapstone Whiskey Glass Stand Out

Whiskey enthusiasts and connoisseurs understand the importance of the right glassware. While traditional glass and crystal have long dominated the market, a new contender is quietly making its mark: soapstone whiskey glasses. These unique vessels are not just functional but bring a touch of sophistication and class to the whiskey-drinking experience. In this article, we delve into the reasons why soapstone whiskey glass stand out and why they might just become your new favorite way to enjoy your favorite spirit.

1. Chill Without Dilution

One of the primary advantages of soapstone whiskey glasses is their ability to chill your drink without diluting it. Unlike ice, which melts and waters down your whiskey, soapstone retains cold temperatures without compromising the integrity of your drink. This is particularly beneficial for those who prefer their whiskey neat but still enjoy it chilled. Simply place the soapstone glass in the freezer for a few hours before use, and enjoy a perfectly cool sip every time.

2. Natural and Non-Toxic

Soapstone is a natural material, comprised mainly of talc and magnesium. It is non-porous and non-toxic, ensuring that no unwanted chemicals or flavors are introduced into your whiskey. This purity makes soapstone an ideal choice for those who are conscious about the materials they use and their impact on both health and the environment. Unlike some metal chillers, soapstone won’t react with your drink or alter its flavor profile.

3. Durability and Longevity

Whiskey glasses made from soapstone are remarkably durable. They are resistant to chips, cracks, and breaks, making them a long-lasting addition to your barware collection. Unlike delicate crystal glasses that can shatter with a single mishap, soapstone glasses can withstand the occasional bump or drop. This robustness ensures that they will be a staple in your whiskey-drinking ritual for years to come.

4. Aesthetic Appeal

Soapstone whiskey glasses exude a rustic yet refined aesthetic. The natural veining and coloration of the stone give each glass a unique appearance, making them as much a conversation piece as a functional item. Their smooth, matte finish adds a touch of elegance and sophistication to any setting, be it a casual get-together or a formal gathering. The tactile pleasure of holding a soapstone glass, with its cool and substantial feel, enhances the overall drinking experience.

5. Eco-Friendly Choice

Choosing soapstone whiskey glasses is an environmentally friendly decision. Soapstone is a sustainable material that is often sourced from quarries with minimal environmental impact. Furthermore, the durability of these glasses means less frequent replacements, reducing waste and the demand for new resources. By opting for soapstone, you are making a small but meaningful contribution to environmental conservation.

6. Versatility Beyond Whiskey

While soapstone whiskey glasses are designed with whiskey in mind, their versatility extends beyond just one type of drink. They are equally suitable for other spirits like bourbon, scotch, or even non-alcoholic beverages such as iced tea or lemonade. The insulating properties of soapstone make it an excellent choice for keeping a variety of drinks at the perfect temperature, hot or cold.

7. Unique Gift Idea

For the whiskey lover in your life, soapstone whiskey glasses make a thoughtful and unique gift. They are perfect for birthdays, anniversaries, or holidays, and their distinctiveness will be appreciated by anyone with a discerning taste. Pair them with a favorite bottle of whiskey, and you have a gift that is both practical and memorable.

8. Easy Maintenance

Maintaining soapstone whiskey glasses is straightforward. They do not require special cleaning solutions or procedures. Simply wash them with warm, soapy water and a soft cloth. Avoid using abrasive sponges or dishwashers, as these can damage the stone's surface. With minimal effort, your soapstone glasses will remain in pristine condition, ready to enhance your next drink.

Conclusion

Soapstone whiskey glass offers a unique blend of practicality and elegance that sets them apart from traditional glassware. Their ability to chill without diluting, coupled with their durability, aesthetic appeal, and eco-friendly nature, makes them a standout choice for whiskey enthusiasts. Whether for personal use or as a distinctive gift, soapstone whiskey glasses bring a touch of sophistication to every sip, elevating the simple act of drinking whiskey into an experience to be savored.

By incorporating these remarkable glasses into your barware collection, you not only enhance your drinking pleasure but also make a stylish statement. Discover the understated luxury and exceptional functionality of soapstone whiskey glasses, and let each drink you pour be a testament to your refined taste.