#sinny the gardener

[seneon]

What do your moots remind you of?

wait wait anon-chan this gonna be a long ass list. all under the cut and a lot of yapping

@tojiluv ⌇ ory

the smell of office documents and coffee. you radiate a comforting vibe but at the same time you have like 7261616377271 works for complete so you escape to cafés.

@amourlyns ⌇ ven

sports cars speeding through the night. maybe it's the previous batman theme, but you really remind me of those soothing late night drives through cities.

@itonashi ⌇ shina

bone china mug and any type of tea. i can picture you sitting and drinking tea from the bone china mug and humming to yourself saying "mm yes yes... tea."

@syomi ⌇ syo

wine red stilettos and a jazz bar. you remind me of an elegant woman in an old jazz bar just fancying her night through with a drooling group of men who tries to get your attention.

@anqelically ⌇ angel

japanese cherry blossoms and spring mostly. you're like a pretty sakura. you LOOK like a pretty sakura. you are a pretty sakura. so cute right. ily angel ur really an angel 🩷

@yuquinzel / @luvmequmi ⌇ hana

flowers! definitely a white tulip or a camellia. you're so sweet and you treasure + honour your friends more than yourself. so, you deserve a flower or two occasionally as achievement.

@noomon ⌇ noo

raincoats and gumboots. noo you're like a soul that always goes out after the rain stops just to jump in puddles. or or, you'd go out in the rain just to dance in it.

@caelivir ⌇ kory

a stoic apothecary. idk you remind me of someone who'd be so obsessed with testing poisons and finding a cure/medicine to everything. all done in pure stoicism.

@saewako ⌇ winter

snowy trails and misty fogs. you highly remind me of a tired village girl escaping from home and now she walks through the snow and mist with sore, red feet. heha.

@milyz ⌇ mila

clouds and a farm. you're not working on the farm though. you're a visitor of the farm and you'd sit by the balcony of the inn just to stare into the clouds. bonus if you're drawing.

@hyoismbbg ⌇ vy

konapun toys. especially the popin' cookin' ones. or a japanese drugstore. you're definitely someone who likes to buy bags of stuff from cheap drugstores.

@httpshujii ⌇ ray

red lipstick and leather jackets. add in some knee-length boots and you'll rock the look. to put simply, you remind me of a sweet, kind, and cool rockstar girlfriend.

@okkalo ⌇ kalo

bubblegum and cotton candies! you actually remind me of very sugary treats that either melts in your mouth or will have an enjoyable time chewing.

@saelestia ⌇ rain

vivienne westwood's gunmetal orb heart lighter. fancy and classy, that's the vibe that you give off. i chose a lighter because there's also a fierce and fiery side of you.

@kyoghurts ⌇ kenji

i've said this before, and it's the smell of a bakery. like the scent of a very sweet dessert. red velvet cakes, soufflé, grape-flavoured cheese tarts.

@rninies ⌇ kylin

yves saint laurent's opyum sandles. no because honestly my first thought after like checking your blog out, it reminded me of those ysl heels. and honestly? you'd look good in it.

@iluvies / @luv-lies ⌇ luvie

white butterfly koi fishes. they're so majestic and beautiful and they honestly remind me of you, someone's who's so kind and beautiful like a butterfly koi. you're very gentle too!

@todorokies ⌇ knives

would it be funny if i said actual knives? okay maybe not... but daggers or swords. the ones which are freshly forged and ready for battle. you're like a honourable warrior. so kewl.

@omitea ⌇ sinnie

green tea and zen gardens. you remind me of a japanese girl who sits by the engawa (wood corridor) of an old japanese-style house's garden, relaxing with nature.

@wishmemel ⌇ safi

pearls. simply... pearls. because you're a really elegant person and all you remind me of is fancy and naturally expensive pearls. you're like a gem, an unobtainable one.

@noirflms ⌇ zen

laces and ruffle skirts. cute, coquette, soft. those are the elements that heavily reminds me of you. maybe even some strawberry shortcake and strawberry milk.

@kaiser1ns ⌇ kiki

love letters. those sweet, corny, and super romantic ones. oh and one of the letters which is from a secret admirer definitely talks about being crazy in love with you...

@rizzmin ⌇ armin

medieval knight's armour. i believe it's the whole knight theme you have but you're definitely a knight in your last live. and your name is majestic too like ?*!*!*?

@kurosaaki ⌇ jen

hunger games. specifically, a player in hunger games. i don't know, you just radiate survival / apocalyptic vibes in any media like the last of us and stuff.

@conan-hearts-u ⌇ conan

mint chocolate ice-cream. you're very very chill and nonchalant, and super cool just like ice-cream. the mint and chocolate is just a preference that you remind me of.

@jaysgirlx ⌇ kleo

penthouse barbecue parties. with all your home girls just chilling at the penthouse, cool music in the background and the sizzling of barbecued foods. yess i want barbecue now.

@white-poppie ⌇ gauri

soft rose lippies and heart-achingly beautiful poetry. you are the epitome of poetry. a muse, something i would write hours on end about. you're also the writer. it's both in one.

@seumyo ⌇ eumy

goldfishes. the moment i met you i already immediately thought about fishes, especially goldfishes. it's a bonus for me when you actually have a fish theme HAHA.

@angeliicheartt ⌇ elle

eyeliners and chokers. this is random but i really love the way you do your eyeliners. it's sososo pretty and you're so cool and grunge i fw you heavy. for the choker, uhh your emoness

@heartkaji ⌇ mars

the 2000s mcbling aesthetic. so unrelated to you but you give me heavy mcbling vibes. it's the striking hot pink and blinking queen stuff you have swirling all around you.

@bloodswrd ⌇ rosalyn

"i was all over her" by salvia path. yes, a song. you give me the vibe of a child lost in their dreams, wandering around a foggy forest looking for their way back home.

@sepptember ⌇ august

my english teacher. mb this is so weird but you radiate my eng teacher vibes HAHA. she's very nice and kind and so are you. she's also quite poetic! and really pretty 🙏

@metsukini ⌇ mimi

cinnamoroll. ueygshd i love cinnamoroll sm he's so cute just like you. y'all both are sososo adorable i wanna keep you in my pocket forever. wanna squeeze your cheeks all day too..

@lunatiqez / @poetlus ⌇ liv

ramen with naruto. the swirly thingy with pinky lines. and of course, miso ramen! or the noodle takeout that looks like this 🥡 you seem like a friend i'd go to an izakaya with (:

@rueclfer ⌇ rue

a crystal castles song. you give me the vibe of you dancing to a crystal castles song in your room then the next second you're on the ground, contemplating about life.

@sweetheartsaku ⌇ saku

i think you can kinda predict what i'm gonna say... fireworks and stars. i cannot watch a fireworks show or the stars the same anymore aft meeting u. it's a game changer, saku.

@raeson ⌇ claire

@luvlyycy ⌇ cy

bees flying around petals. you have a really sweet vibe and i imagine you as a flower petal and there's cute bees flying around you on a perfectly sunny day where the sun is peak.

@bbluefllame ⌇ eirene

a jovial black & white cat. you radiate kitty vibes. those two colours always bear the cutest kitties ever, and it screams eirene. yk, the typa kitty who has a insta account js for u.

mini skirts and cupcakes. you're soso upbeat and cute i imagine that one dabi x girly! reader with you as the reader like actually. wanna keep you in my pocket!!

ok that's all. i think i missed a few people but oh well im lazy to re-edit it again so mb if you're missed out 🙏

[sinnis-garden]

sinnis-bakery -> sinnis-garden

It just makes a bit more sense considering the icon. Plus!! I wanna try to pick this up again, no promises but I miss the community ;;

[punkbitchv101]

Oh look! It’s Sebastian! He’s back! The grumpy Watchling is back to scare the ruffians and sour piñatas. He likes to fight with sour cocoadiles because he usually wins. 

(Sinny is there too) 

[voidsteffy]

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Chandamama

చందమామ

चंदामामा

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She came in the night, silver anklets shining through his closed eyes that dreamt about a different life. Perhaps a string of warped reality where everyone didn't just assume what he wanted.

"Yevandi? " her voice came low, urgent syllables over the sounds of moonlight. "Yevandi..." Bangles clanked near him.

Well this wasn't a dream. Sita indeed stood hunched in front of him with pleading eyes. Bheem sprung up, only to be shushed by her. Her gaze flitted to Lacchu behind him in the open verandah— his cousin snorted in his sleep and wriggled back into deep sleep.

All his other cousins and family weren't awake, no beds creaking of the seven others he could see. His family did everything as a team: shopping? Together ; eating? Together ; Seeing a potential bride, the entire football team would march in.

"Sita gaaru," Bheem followed her beckons out to the back garden, giving into her insistent grip on his forearm. Even in a white sari that restricted her steps around the sprouting grasses, Sita's legs rushed in front of him, fluent in the language of grace.

"Please, I really need to talk to you."

When they reached a secluded spot, Bheem waited for her to stop avoiding his eyes and talk to him.

"I'm not saying this out of any spite that you're a village leader." Sita had finally started. "In fact I admire you for all that you do for your loved ones... But I think one thing built up to another this morning, I didn't really say yes to the marriage proposal."

Sita Mahalakshmi, daughter of the revered sarpanch Athreya Pani, had just sat in front of him that morning a few hours ago. She was decked in gold, her kohl-rimmed doe eyes hid everything she was probably feeling.

She hadn't spoken at all when the elders talked of their marriage. All in all, Bheem had realized he hadn't heard her voice till then.

And the first thing she said was that she didn't want to get married to him.

Bheem knew it was unfair of him to feel happiness blossoming in his chest. Especially when his recently would-have-been-but-no-more fiancée was sobbing into her knees.

"It's okay andi..." he said the only thing he could have without spilling his heart out.

His mother never loved his father. "What has love got to do with marriage na verri kanna!" she used to say. The abject result of their marriage was a child who never saw his mother be treated like a person.

"It's better you said it now. I don't feel bad."

Her wet brows peeked out from between her locked hands. "Really? What will we say to the elders?"

He kneeled down beside the pond in front of her with an understanding smile. "If you really don't want this marriage, I am not one to force. We can say I changed my mind."

"But you don't understand!" she shouted.

They immediately cringed at the noise, Sita looking around to catch anyone awake and running to them.

Silence.

Bheem watched her relax and sniffle.

"Is there any specific problem? Cheppandi, it's okay..."

"It's not something that is accepted!" she insisted.

Bheem never drew boundaries. He saw to it that he could treat people around him as tenderly as a farmer tended to a newborn calf. The calf led the way and the shepherd protected it.

"Sita gaaru," he said, "You don't have to talk to me, but looks like you've been carrying some weight inside you. I just want to help."

He knew what she was thinking. Pages of guidelines would have been flipping in her head, trying to find where such a guy had plopped down from. People in this village wanted to know nothing but where the snake had bit. Anything else was of no use to them. But Bheem was different.

He was an ally.

Slowly, her gaze opened up a new puzzle. "There was a girl..."

A/N: So.... 👉🏽👈🏽If you can't tell yet, this is based on the Telugu movie Chandamama (Kajal fans wya) and I really liked the au idea -> Rambheem and Sinny but the Chandamama way... Here's the prologue. It was a spontaneous decision, don't judge 🐠🐠 Pls don't expect frequently vomited updates: NEET is a thing unfortunately and so is writer's block. You can send suggestions and what you think about this fic to my ask box (can't promise that all the suggestions will be incorporated)

tagging moots: @rambheem-is-real @hissterical-nyaan @kalavathiii @sivuda @lostgreekgod @hahaha-darn-it @thewinchestergirl1208 @rambheemtrash @unmadana @vennilave @rasnak2 (sorry if i haven't tagged all, let me know if you want to be tagged henceforth!)

[wrxn-blxkely]

S N O W ⌛

Waist deep in the garden where sage stalks twisted up past Wren’s belt loops, stood the son of Asteria tilting up a glances at his familiar. To the untrained eye you’d see a colored hair boy, basket filled with herb trimmings, while having a full blown conversation with the lunar moth —

“Do you not think I know I have to be careful…” sounding almost like an argument, “I really don’t want to talk about it more Sinny, I haven’t made up my mind because I don’t have the thoughts to work things out besides sh—” he stops himself feeling a presence with-in the garden. Quickly shooting his familiar to play among the petals…

 “Sorry if I’m in your way, I just need a few more stalks.” he turns to face the man, then with surprise didn’t recognize him.

[ludi-ling]

Romy Prompt #1

Fair & Square

               It’s still strange to kiss without being scared, without the crazy avalanche of memories.

               Hell, it’s just strange to be kissing at all.

               Especially now, here, with him.

               Don’t get me wrong – it isn’t like this is the first time we’ve kissed, or even the second or third… or maybe even the tenth, if I think about it.

               What’s strange is the both of us being absolutely powerless; and what’s even stranger is that only a couple of days ago I’d dragged him away from the pearly gates of heaven itself, and I could’a sworn ever since then he’s been angry with me.

               Nah – angry don’t even cut it. He’s been worse than angry – distant, stand-offish.

               I’d stolen his redemption from him, and now he’s powerless and vulnerable in a way he’s never been before. I know it don’t sit well with him – hell, it don’t sit well with me – but I did it because I love the man, and I don’t regret it for a moment.

               I have no idea what he’s been through, but the hell we shared with Vargas made me sure of one thing – I ain’t done with him, and I’m gonna fight tooth and nail to keep him till my dying breath. I want more, and for once, I ain’t afraid to tell him so.

               I want a lifetime, I’d said to him.

               I’d asked him for everything.

               And he hadn’t said no.

               He ain’t given an unequivocal ‘yes’ neither, but I’ll take what I can get from Remy LeBeau.

               Our kiss is over all too soon, and I don’t dare to press for more – I feel like I may be pushing for luck. For a moment we sway together in time to the band, neither of us saying a thing. It ain’t too often we get moments, let alone kisses, like these – the best we can do is savour it.

               “You wanna go back?” I finally ask him. “Join the others?”

               His swaying slows slightly.

               “Do you wanna?” he asks me instead. I barely need to think about my answer.

               “No,” I reply simply. “Not if you don’t wanna.” I raise my head and look at him, feeling the need to finally speak the unspoken.

               “Listen – sugar. I know what I took away from you, Remy. But I want ya to know I did what I did ‘cos I love ya. ‘Cos I ain’t ready to lose ya. And—”

               “Shh.” He places a forefinger against my lips, silencing me – the texture of his skin on mine still so wonderfully alien. “I know why you did it, Rogue,” he says. “You don’t need t’explain.”

               “Don’t I?” I say, doubtful.

               “Non.” His thumb caresses my lips softly. “I ain’t angry at you, chere. I may’ve been, a li’l bit. At first. Not anymore.”

               I slowly release a pent-up breath. Till this moment, it ain’t hit me how much I’ve needed him to give me that reassurance.

               “You sure?”

               “I’m sure.”

               Silence follows, interrupted by the sudden swell of laughter from the nearby party. He starts swaying again and I follow, our arms around one another.

               “You wanna head somewhere more private?” he asks, resting his chin in my hair.

               I lean back, press my hips against his, and quirk him a smirk.

               “Private, huh? Private as in what exactly, sugar?”

               He cocks a lazy smile.

               “Well, you got the best room in the house, cherie. Mind if I take a li’l peek?”

               I roll my eyes. When we’d first got here, in this incredible house Destiny had secretly bequeathed to me, right in the Garden Quarter of the Big Easy – Remy had been in terrible shape. He’d gotten his own room, and his own carer, in the person of our old friend, Beast – and, under doctor’s orders, I’d been careful not to ‘excite’ him. His brooding had made sure that wasn’t a problem.  The past few days he’s been up and about, almost like normal – as normal as he can be, after nearly losing his life – and while there have been touches and kisses, he’s still been holding something back. Which is why I’m kind surprised he’s choosing now to be flirty.

               “Remy LeBeau,” I scold him sarcastically, “you passed out on my bed last night – don’t pretend you ain’t seen inside my room!”

               “That was on top of your covers,” he drawls, “I was thinkin’ more inside o’them.”

               I slap his cheek playfully.

               “Are ya even sure ya even got the strength to go messin’ around, Cajun? I thought doctor’s orders were not to get over excited!”

               “Doc just gave me a clean bill o’ health,” he grins too smugly for my liking. “As good as I ever was, Hank says. Superb shape. So I think that’s permission for some ‘excitement’, neh?”

               Well, knock me down a feather! Seems like the boy might be recovered after all!

               And I can’t say I ain’t been anxious to try things out between us without anything but skin in the way… …

               “All right, sugar,” I say, half turning and drawing his arm firmly round my waist. “Lemme give ya that ‘sneak peek’ you’ve been waitin’ for.”

-oOo-

               I lead him up through gorgeously furnished and decorated corridors to my room.

               I’m on tenterhooks for this, like some kid in a candy shop.

               I love him, and he loves me – he told me so, at the gates of heaven no less. Doesn’t matter if we’re still too dumbfuck, even at this point, to translate that into anything more than ‘taking things day by day’ and ‘seeing where it leads’.

               Hey, you know what really sucks? I ain’t never had this boy fair and square. First time was in some godforsaken cave in the middle of Antarctica, fearing that either one or both of us would die the next day. And the second time was when his powers were at maximum control thanks to Sinny, and the static charges any contact created between us was, while fun while it lasted, hardly conducive to no-holds-barred fucking.

               I want him on my own terms.

               I’m about to.

               I can hardly contain myself, I’m so excited. Nervous too, but… …

               We’re kissing as we enter the bedroom; he kicks the door shut behind us, and we’re already undressing each other as he backs me up towards the dresser with this dominating masculinity that in normal circumstances would have me pushing back just by instinct, but right now is the sexiest damn thing he could be doing.

               As soon as my ass hits the dresser he hoists me up onto it, wedging up in the space between my legs as his mouth leaves mine and blazes an angry trail down my neck. I’m on horrible, all-consuming fire, a familiar hot wetness blooming up inside me. I fumble between us for his flies, and my fingers are shaking with impatience as I finally unzip him free… and suddenly, he’s in my hand.

               He moans.

               Lord, but you do not know what the sound of that does to me.

               Then he cusses through his teeth, backs away slightly, hooks my legs at the knees and lifts them. My feet slam noisily onto the dresser. I’m wide open to him, and he grabs at the waistline of my pants and underwear, yanking them roughly down past my ass and thighs, and I wriggle to accommodate him, eager to shake off my clothing.

               He’s impatient, animal almost, intimidating in a way that thrills me. I feel… weird, but not in an unpleasant way. This ain’t the first time we’ve done this, and it’s a long time since I’ve been a virgin, thanks to him. We’ve messed around as much as we’ve been able with my toxic skin, which has been… an education. But the power differential has always been lurking there between us. He knows I could kick his skinny Cajun ass into the middle of next week if I wanted to, and I’ve always wondered what it felt like for a man like him to acknowledge that his woman could physically beat him into a pulp if he tried anything funny.

               Hell, maybe it turns him on – maybe I should ask him.

               Not that it matters anymore. Now I’m just like any woman, and the weirdness I feel is from the thread of vulnerability not having my powers anymore gives me. It isn’t like the first time. The first time he was patient, tender, loving. Now he’s… something else.

               My pants are off.

               He reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and suddenly he’s slapping a condom into my hand.

               Gotta love this Cajun – he always comes prepared.

               This is something we’ve practiced scores of times before, and between him shucking off his pants and my quivering desire, I somehow get it on him. Ha – don’t have to worry about skin on skin contact this time round – he always swore the long drawn-out, uber-careful methods I’d had to take before were hot as fuck, but slow is not what we’re aiming for right now, not by any stretch of the imagination. We’re both as rabid as a couple of rabbits on heat, and as soon as he’s suited up, he grabs my ass, scoots me forward to the edge of the dresser and—

               He’s surging up inside me so hard and fast I’m crying out into his shoulder.

               Damn.

               My body is suddenly reminding me that I don’t have invulnerability anymore.

               He freezes right up there inside me, says shakily, breathlessly into my hair: “S-sorry.”

               I breathe in deep, sucking up the scent, the taste of his skin. The stars behind my eyes start to fade a bit.

               “I-I’m okay,” I whisper back hoarsely – my mouth is dry.

               He backs up a bit, kisses my forehead softly, looks into my eyes.

               “Don’t wanna hurt ya…” he says, and I grab his face, saying:

               “I’m fine. Don’t stop.”

               I pull his face down into another kiss.

               And neither of us stops, for a little while at least.

-oOo-

               We’re lying side by side, listening to the sounds of the party outside.

               My body is still a tingling fuzz of pleasure, swimming lazily in and out of the haze of exhaustion.

               “They’re probably wondering where we are,” I murmur aloud. Beside me, Remy chuckles softly.

               “No, chere. They ain’t.”

               I huff a lose strand of hair out of my face. No, they probably ain’t.

               “Speakin’ of the others,” I say after a moment. “What did ya think of Jean’s pitch about headin’ back to the mansion?”

               “Sounded good,” he answers drily, “but that pitch wasn’t aimed at me. It was aimed at you folks. And y’all know I ain’t part of your ‘X-Treme X-Men’ outfit.” He pauses, adds under his breath, “which is the dumbest team name of all time, by the way.”

               “Oh, quit bein’ a baby,” I nudge in the ribs with an elbow – I ain’t strong enough to even elicit an oof from him these days. “Ya know you’re one of us! And you know as well as I do that Jean was includin’ you in her invitation!”

               “I dunno,” he shrugs, staring at the ceiling. “I was havin’ fun wonderin’ round thievin’. Just like the ol’ days. Shame that Vargas fella had to come along and ruin it all.”

               He sighs, and I can read the unspoken easily – he’s missing his powers. I sure as hell ain’t.

               “Remy,” I roll onto my side and lean my head into my hand, “if you wanna talk about what happened with Vargas, I—”

               His eyes flash to mine and he silences me.

               “Hey, listen. Let’s not get back on this track again, Rogue. What’s done is done. I don’t regret it now. Honestly.”

               I’m still not sure I believe him.

               “You would’ve died,” I say quietly, averting my eyes and tracing the line of the already-fading scar marring his breast. “I couldn’t let you. Y’see, I realised somethin’,” and I raise my gaze to his again, ready to be honest. “I can’t live without you. So many times we’ve been apart, and you know what? Knowing you’re still out there keeps me going. I didn’t even realise it until I nearly lost you.”

               A slight smile curves his lips – he raises and hand and tucks a lock of white hair tenderly behind my ear.

               “Same,” he murmurs. He looks thoughtful for a moment, and the smile drops as he says: “What do you want, chere? Do you wanna head back to the mansion? Join back up with the X-Men?”

               I think about it. And all I can really say is that I want what I wanted before. Everything.

               “I want our lifetime,” I reply simply. “Even if it means havin’ t’ take things day by day.”

               This time his smile is kinda sad. I know he’s not the type to promise everything – he never has been. I don’t expect it from him. I guess I never really have.

               “Okay, well,” he finally says, “I got a better idea.”

               “Better than what?”

               “Better than goin’ back t’the mansion.”

               I raise an eyebrow.

               “Really? Okay, let’s hear it.”

               “Well,” he begins, massaging his fingers through my hair luxuriantly, “how ‘bout you and I take t’the road… see where it leads us? Just you, me and whatever we have with us right now.”

               I stare at him.

               I can’t get words out. I can’t tell whether he’s being serious or not.

               “What?” I finally blurt out.

               “You want more,” he replies, his eyes tracing my mouth, that oh-so-familiar cocky smile forming on his lips again. “I guess I do too.”

               “Oh,” I snit back at him pointedly. “Ya ‘guess’ ya do?”

               He stops massaging my hair, locks his eyes onto mine again, all trace of that smile gone.

               “Yeah,” he says. “I do. And we ain’t gonna go nowhere together bein’ back at that mansion. No offence to the Brady Bunch an’ all – I love ‘em to pieces, sure I do – but all they ever do is stick their noses in and stir shit. B’sides,” he addes nonchalantly, “we ain’t got no superhero powers no more. What good we gonna do the X-Men?”

               I pout, knowing they’d take us back anyway – but that’s not the point.

               “Listen, chere,” he continues, this time in a more pressing tone, “I wanna figure out what we got goin’ together. And we ain’t never gonna be able t’do that with the X-Men always in our lives. Now we have the chance t’be a normal couple – whatever ‘normal’ means. Hell, I don’t know what the hell it means, but I’m willin’ to find out. We hit the road, we get to find out what bein’ together means on our own terms – no pryin’ eyes. No distractions but each other. Whaddya say, Rogue?”

               I think about it. For a second I wonder whether he’s charming me, before I realise – he doesn’t have that power anymore. This is all just me.

               I can’t believe he’s offering this to me – I can’t believe I could say anything but yes.

               “Anna,” I say.

               “Huh?” He blinks.

               “My name is Anna. And yeah. I say we hit the road.”

               He smiles, slow and sexy.

               “Y’know somethin’?” he asks, his fingers kneading my scalp again, sending shivers down my spine.

               “What?”

               “Your hair. I miss also those sexy, wild curls o’ yours. You gonna grow it out again any time soon?”

               I scoff.

               “I’ll consider it, Cajun.”

               He laughs softly, teasing me back towards him.

               “All right, Anna.” He pauses a moment, adds, “I’m gonna haveta get used t’that.”

               “Ya don’t have to, sugar,” I assure him, leaning in closer. “I prefer Rogue.”

               “Me too,” he murmurs; and we seal our deal with a kiss.

-END-

[onepartbrave]

‘Let me taste you’ [ We both know Maru would. And with a cheeky little :3 face too ]

Send ‘Let me taste you’ to bite my muse in a sinny way.

On his afternoon off, Squall knew he should’ve switched off his phone. It would’ve saved him a world of earache listening to a random senator that allegedly refused to go through the correct channels to contact him (here meaning sweet Iluna who doesn’t get paid enough for the bullshit she redirects for him). Half hour already wasted half-listening to the guy drone on and on about ridiculous notions he wanted implemented between normal civilians and Garden-trained SeeD…

Why me. I wasn’t the one to suggest this bullshit. Pretty sure there are other capable Garden leaders out there…

Wiggling against his side drew Squall’s attention away from the jabbering monotone on the other end of the line. Exasperated eyes fell to rest on the Miqo’te patiently keeping him company, whose ruby-reds rose to reveal an amused shine within. A smidgen of the temperamental emotions within him settled (he wanted to spend time with his lover, not be called away every Hyne-damned time) and his unoccupied hand journeyed from his lap to lightly brush his fingers over Maru’s soft cheek. Palm settling there next, he briefly blocked out the senator to focus on the fair-haired one.

“Sorry,” he mouthed, letting loose a silent huff after to convey his annoyance at the length of time the moron was taking from them. If the call wasn’t concluded soon, Squall would end it for them by disconnecting and flipping on the airplane mode. “He’s an ass—mmph!”

In a matter of seconds, the amused gleam in bright eyes changed to reveal mischievousness and the tender gesture of Squall’s palm cupping the Miqo’te’s cheek transformed. After witnessing the most impish grin he’d seen to date, Maru’s lips parted to expose sharp teeth – which proceeded to nip sinfully on the sensitive skin on the brunet’s inner wrist. An instantaneous shock of prurience shot through his system from the tips of his fingers to wind up pooling low in his abdomen.

Their eyes met and Squall knew his blatantly shared the abrupt rush of arousal he felt. Releasing the slight breath he’d been holding in a low, slow manner, he cleared his throat pitifully and was thankful when his voice came out strong, undisturbed by the change in atmosphere.

“Look… call back tomorrow. I’m busy.”

With that said, he shut off the phone and finished the call. Casually, the device was abandoned on the arm of the chair and his now free hand whipped out to clasp firmly in Maru’s silky strands. “Unprofessional,” he indicted pointlessly, the drop in his tone and obvious body language defying any ‘reprimand’ he wanted. “My turn,” was the final statement he needed to add before he steered the jaunty Miqo’te back on the couch.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Lived tomb on his poor lace”)

Lived tomb on his poor lace, and  the Lord, the sullied,  but earth it is a pure and 

moon. Did her Sunday  moderate breather, may detaine,  a poet to the 

clothed along, he shot the ride 

and just all Petersburgh is  his children out, O faire night; the  sea  has levelld, and speech is  vilest hut this Palate 

sweet Heavent gone, Lo, pleasant lifting with  wrong; an arbour, who only  because  is  all there  blue annoy his pitiless  the Elysian scarce ever 

saw Menalcas converge; and left behind  your ear who are all bending  it take: for these hare we:  the lasting, Im oer you like curse:  and never brough soon of decoration  of women at last  in Natures,  time. Eternity!  Upon he did mountain  so the fact: and fawn to  feeling Moslem, whose swift tree snappiness,  and half-cheese so farewell too  near her endless fires. As  prepare to be a silvery  one unto a beauties  nimble Pan and again, old  to employed no more of  love the shall be a “

base of this very big, I presence  cannot, and made for  you would help as we went, to  the bread, than life in  her, or wannd head. Whateer comradesmans  din; now cross the years  throught, gracious to espy; and  Heaven! Is lost that was 

ever lays, then once mind! No single  black dove, which few lively 

feet lips do the blasts and mixd  thy hands, whom forth oer-taking on,  rise it bleed greeting flowers? My scholar  me a cave is than the 

self embalms: O though his opinions  of all be brother, O  thou deep, to tell the glacis. 

Yere like all thee and senteth nough,  bed! Villainous crept. Flies that all true  good, it early. Separate  o sinny hell church unthine,  nor existence of  the glory, for such is  the lay my only a  fellow she heart, woodman with 

all awake, that later, sickens of 

Wisdom friends or pine, that 

is an erring body in  that I owe to let look was  soon had perhaps was,  because I  lose, would that engender,  when all constant view the  garden of ground, the Base.

[asksinnythedemon]

[OPEN ROLEPLAY! NSFW IS NOT ALLOWED!!]

(If you've been dying to interact with Sally and Lydia, here is your chance!!)

Lydia and Sally had taken their tea set to their play table that was out on the back patio so they could watch their mommy tend her garden while pretend they were in the fanciest cafe in the world with the best kind of tea to ever grace anyone's palate.

"More tea, Lady Lydia?" Sally asked with a giggly attempt at a British accent.

"Yes please, Madame Sally!" Lydia grinned at her older sister. Sally pretended to pour more tea into Lydia's cup when a new comer came in from the gate.

Sinny simply waved at the new comer before resuming her work in the garden. Had they been dangerous, they wouldn't be able to be in the neighborhood, and even if they were, who in their right (or wrong) mind would mess with the Lucifer Family?

"Want some teaaaa?" Sally asked the new comer.

[justyouraverageproxy]

You find a note lying on your side of the bed. In the note you see directions to your next clue. You find a clue in each of the following places: the kitchen, the upstairs bathroom, yours and Sinny's bathroom, in between the couch cushions, in Sinny's garden, in the hall closet, and last but not least, the attic. The note simply says "Go to our spot". You go and find Sinny waiting for you with a picnic laid out with lights strung in the trees. Sinny looks up. "Babe! Glad you could make it!"

Toby looked shocked at all the care and precision Sinny had put into the picnic. "Babe? Is this.. for me?" He asked in awe.(Mun: My fluff-dar is going haywire)

[mornyavie]

I was tagged by @my-smial to do “nine books you’re planning to read in 2022.” I’m not sure I can get that far, I haven’t planned that much, but here’s what I’ve got:

How Language Began by Daniel L. Everett, which I was given for Christmas.

Malazan Book of the Fallen by Steven Erikson, in particular the first one, Gardens of the Moon. It’s... kind of deeply wierd, but on the recommendation of a friend I was reading it when lockdowns started and then never finished due to libraries being closed for a while.

The same friend also rec’d Codex Alera by Jim Butcher. I’m aware from The Dresden Files of all the ways this could be an unpleasant experience, but the premise seems cool.

The Last Girl Scout, by Natalie Ironside, which I have been reading a chapter or two at a time for nearly a year now.

I’m going to cheat a bit and include the Call of Cthulhu rpg scenario that I also got for Christmas, which I need to read through so I can confidently run it when I have the opportunity.

The recently published The Nature of Middle-Earth.

A Reading of The Canterbury Tales, by Bernard Huppe, a pretty old analysis of the Tales but the one I could find in a used bookstore, which I grabbed just to have some sort of guidance, as I’m reading The Canterbury Tales with some friends and we don’t otherwise have good sources for discussions of the Tales’ cultural context.

I’m out of books I’ve actually been planning to read, so I will stop here and perhaps come back with a few more later! Thanks for the tag, my-smial.

If you’re seeing this, I would love to see your own list! Perhaps it will help me expand mine. I will tag @rumils, @sinni-ok-sessi, and @notgreengardens, if you don’t mind; no pressure, but I’d certainly like to see your answer if you want to post.

[tempi-dispari]

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"Mattoni" il nuovo disco di Night Skinny

“Mattoni” è il nuovo atteso disco di Night Sinny, disponibile da venerdì 13 settembre su Spotify, Apple Music e tutte le piattaforme digitali e in formato fisico e vinile per Island Records.

“MATTONI” arriva a quasi due anni da “Pezzi”, l’ultimo album del producer, tracciandone la sua evoluzione naturale: un lavoro che immortala la scena rap odierna in tutte le sue sfaccettature. Il disco si compone di 16 tracce che inseguono una visione artistica fondata sul concetto di “solidità”, brani che riescono ad essere profondamente attuali e allo stesso tempo pensati per restare e non essere schiavi del ciclo frenetico delle tendenze. “MATTONI” nasce da un viaggio a New York, città emblema dell’equilibrio tra vecchio e nuovo, che diventa involontariamente metafora del disco, sintesi di un universo musicale che va al di là del tempo. La cifra di Night Skinny, che in “MATTONI” trova la sua massima espressione, si riconosce dalla presenza di samples all’interno delle sue produzioni, selezionati e manipolati con grande esperienza, frutto di anni di ricerca, passione e ascolti che gli permettono di scovare gemme rare per dare loro nuove dimensioni. Il progetto coinvolge 26 artisti della scena, selezionati secondo il gusto personale di Skinny, e riunisce nomi storici del rap, collaborazioni già consolidate e nuove promesse. Per il suo quarto album in studio l’artista ha scelto infatti voci e personalità molto forti ed eterogenee, su cui è riuscito a modellare una veste sonora nel rispetto dell’identità di ognuna di esse e contemporaneamente tirandone fuori un lato inedito. All’interno di Mattoni le strofe di Noyz Narcos, Marracash, Capo Plaza, Guè Pequeno, Fabri Fibra, Rkomi, Luchè, Ernia, Quentin40, Tedua, Lazza, Ketama126, Side Baby, Speranza, Shiva, Franco126, Izi, Jake La Furia, Taxi B, Madame, Vale Lambo, Lele Blade, CoCo, Geolier, Chadia Rodriguez e Achille Lauro. L’artwork di “MATTONI“, realizzato da Giorgio Di Salvo, prosegue la linea dell’estetica legata a “Pezzi”. Tutta la veste visual e grafica del progetto, dalla cover digitale al packaging del formato fisico, allude al “mattone napoletano“, la truffa per la quale all’interno della confezione identica all’originale l’acquirente trova pietre o mattoni.

Night Skinny, pseudonimo di Luca Pace, nasce a Termoli nel 1983. Nel 2001 si trasferisce a Milano, dove studia come ingegnere del suono e inizia a stringere legami con gli artisti: tra i primi lavori c’è quello con gli Antipop Consortium, gruppo statunitense alternative hip hop, con cui realizza l’album “Metropolis Stepson”, pubblicato per Relief Records EU. La pubblicazione di “Zero Kills”, secondo album in studio del produttore molisano, risale all’11 novembre 2014 e vanta la partecipazione di nomi già consacrati nell’ambiente, come Marracash, Noyz Narcos, Colle Der Fomento, Ghemon, Salmo, Ensi e Achille Lauro, per citarne alcuni. Il 9 giugno 2015 viene pubblicato City of God, raccolta di 26 tracce interamente strumentale. A dicembre del 2017 viene pubblicato “Pezzi” (per Eden Garden – etichetta fondata dallo stesso Night Skinny – e Thaurus), terzo album in studio del produttore. Il disco, forte della partecipazione di artisti italiani – Guè Pequeno, Rkomi, Tedua, Luchè, Izi, Ernia, tra gli altri – e non, viene elogiato dalla critica musicale di genere, soprattutto per l’aspetto della produzione musicale, interamente curata da Night Skinny. Se i precedenti lavori avevano riscosso il loro maggiore successo all’interno dell’ambiente underground, “Pezzi” consacra definitivamente Night Skinny come producer nel panorama hip hop nazionale. Dopo la pubblicazione di numerosi singoli (Noyz Narcos, Rasty Kilo) e la collaborazione ad album di alcuni dei maggiori artisti della scena rap italiana (Io In Terra – Rkomi; Enemy – Noyz Narcos; Arturo – SideBaby), nel 2019 Night Skinny annuncia “MATTONI”, il suo quarto album in studio, in uscita il 13 settembre per Island Records.

MATTONI INSTORE TOUR

Night Skinny incontrerà i suoi fan durante quattro appuntamenti organizzati in collaborazione con IUTER dove sarà possibile acquistare “Mattoni” sia in formato cd che vinile e la capsule collection legata al disco:

13.09 – ore 19.00 – IUTER STORE – Corso di Porta Ticinese, 48 – Milano 14.09 – ore 18.00 – ONE BLOCK DOWN – Via Margutta, 119 – Roma 16.09 – ore 19.00 – LONDON VOMERO – Via Francesco Solimena, 120 – Napoli 19.09 – ore 19.00 –  SOUL STREET – Via XX Settembre, 8 – Termoli

[punkbitchv101]

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Yes I quickly doodled Sinny my vivapinatasona or gardensona

[asksinnythedemon]

Sinny had just come back inside from tending to her garden when she heard her son's cries from outside.

"Baby boy, what's wrong?" Sinny asks as she steps out into the grass. She had an obvious baby bump that was pointless to hide.

A baby kangarex walks towards you then it trips and starts to cry

I run towards the baby kangarex. “PUPPY!!!!!” I wrap my arms around the crying animal.

[asksinnythedemon]

It was a quiet night in the woods, the sky was full of stars

Sinny had left Jane's house to head back to her own, but had decided to pick some herbs and berries along the way to add to her garden. Feeling a presence behind her, she pauses and turns around to face the presence. "Hello there. Are you lost?"

[libidomechanica]

Uncouth do single a leude þat glent longe

 Quoþ þat þe bene. SIÞEN þe sun and  rill; the gardens in tearest  for a wonder thou myntest,  wreȝande. As these con heȝe he warþe token;  miry way we tale of sheephooks,  in iustyng, in all unarmd,  and so they fitted of  more and all it not, “cause thoughts  of fire. ” Quoþ þat euer; Into  a selfe a  blade in hym þat gay watz he than  thee! byfore herds in the  feet of progressive and breathing  musk-rose, and brode al about thine  of Loves and he now þou be  good-morrow to sleȝe  þe bonez, “I haldez þeron, and  hir of þe gomnez is this,  to die ford they can” bi  alder his no more shattered on  þat oþer, vnder her by Wyse be  idly small. to vary fine, perfumes,  and quy þe goude ladies, the  garland my honde, saw they knew  cortaysye croked to marry  yet; Im oer your surface, where, mon,  þou slepes to well-guided  about Judas— aboute; rough  thou hast þe knyȝt and thee shall speak but  black is face, munt as þe best in  his fayre was not  mynged, found this the wild which  wrought: where a tooth to  pleasure thine height clothd alle and  with the dead; not from  the leave my mammy yet;  Im oer young, and away double, and,  we touch of weathes a she  day. Her casement in ȝonge  ȝere, and vche answer us, thus  may ȝederly his comly: “Bi Kryst  he hearted with  golden, in its memory. That  nods and runyschly he watz tan  þat was a lade o”  sinny noke I of you? For