#these needed enough ginger to make 13 like them

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

i made enough for everyone please someone come help me eat these

[asarajaa]

Hiii, can i request for wally angst?? I want read some his angst buttt not because his gone ykwim, but because of love/romantic angst

Hii, yes Ofc! Sorry for all the time that I’ve spend without answering, I’ve been focused in academics and stuff 💗💗

Warnings: fem!reader, angst romance, forbidden love (?) Words: 1291 Disclaimer: English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Wally and You, You and Wally, it meant the same thing. Since you were kids, you both have…developed an atraction towards each other, but not like everyone knew.

Wally, obviously, was an speedster like his uncle Barry, aka the Flash, and was an Speed Force user. You, on the other hand…well, all that I can say is that you have this peculiar gift.

You could steal someone’s or something’s cinetic energy. That was your gift. And you’ve been okay with that all your life, until your mentor introduced you to Barry and Wally when both of you were 13 years old.

Wally’s powers and yours were like if they almost repelled. When he got near you, your powers unconsciously saw his as an never ending buffet, taking and taking his energy even if you didn’t want to, which lead to Wally losing slowly but securely the speed of his Speed Force. You didn’t know how to stop taking and he didn’t know how to stop allowing you to take it.

It’s sure to say that this broke the two 13 years old kids hearts, having to stay away from each other even tho they knew they were soulmates, or as much of a soulmate would have a 13 year old.

With the pass of time, you both learned to control it but only a few moments. The record was 62 minutes, you tested it 3 month ago, but it ended with Wally almost passed out in your bed and you vibrating with a crazy hot temperature by all of the energy you received.

The logical decision would be to simply stop seeing each other, but they couldn’t do that, how could they? They knew each other from tip to toe, things about each other that no one else knew.

With that stubbornness, you’ve made thousands of FaceTimes and Calls that went for hours. No matter how many times Barry or your mentor tried to reduce your interactions for your own well being, they didn’t succeed in anything and always ended up with an overly tired Wally and an exaggerated energetic you.

At night, when Wally would come to your room to meet with you, you guys would forget about anything and anyone. He would just sit on your bed and wrap your stood up figure with his arms, around your waist while his forehead rested on your stomach, your hand running through his messy red hair.

Those nights, things would get complicated. But not because you would do things, no, but because you would learn about the others souls. You would talk about life crisis, you would cry, mourn, laugh and get angry at each other. But it didn’t matter how many times you tried to get a s/o, you just couldn’t. None of them had ginger hair, none of them had sparkly green eyes and none of them was Wally. At the end, you would always return towards the other, always close but never close enough.

Things didn’t need to be told between you two, you just knew.

I love you. You would spell on his back when you two where laid in your bed, his face on your neck as you scratched his back, writing all the thing you couldn’t dare to say out loud.

I love you. He would show, when his pupils dilated at the very less thought about you, his green pigment being less visible as you passed your finger tips through his forehead, taking his hair out the way in a try to see them better.

You would show always how much you love each other, but not the words, never the words. Neither of you could afford it, knowing that in some minutes, you’ll have to get apart for the good of your well being, knowing that it was a promise neither of you could afford to make, knowing that for the sake of the world, you needed to be away from each other.

But God, it hurts, so, so much. You would steal glances across the room whenever you were in a hero meeting, both of your mentors standing beside each one of you, with a big warning in their eyes, message clear.

You would receive gifts from him and him from you, you would want to cry your eyes out when you’d notice how the curfew was slowly approaching, Wally’s body exposing himself as he started to move and talk slower while yours would start to be more awake and energetic.

If you decide to just be happy and love each other, you’d regret it. It would only cause pain, both of you draining until the point there wasn’t no energy in his soul and yours had too much that you couldn’t resist it.

“I would recognize you in another lifetime.” Wally murmured one night, kneeled in front of you while you were sat on your bed, Wally helping you to put your shoes on before tangling the laces.

“All of me?” You would whisper back, locking eyes with him as you felt how your body was more energetic than usual and his speak more slower.

“Entirely.” He promised “You could have green or blue eyes, I think I’d recognize you in completely different bodies.”

You just stare back at him, believing every words because you know he means it.

5 more minutes. You would beg in your head to every type of gods or divine presence you knew about.

Being careful, you put your hand on his cheek and pressed gently your forehead against his.

“In another life.” You would state in a whisper, voice shaken and with a hint of a promise.

“In another life, yes.” He would answer with a raspy voice, his fingers brushing a tear that slide through your cheek before resting his hand on one of your lower rips, where a small W was tattooed in ink and matched the tattoo of your initial in his back.

Everyone knew that you two had something, but they didn’t knew nothing, they just scratched the surface, not knowing even in the slightest about the complications of their situation.

Weeks passed and when Wally came to you room at night with a simple paire of rings and a paper for you to sign, you would take it without a second though and signed the paper without hesitation.

You never told anyone, you couldn’t. You would have to keep it a secret that would be revealed only when one of you died. When it was time to read your testament and then, and only then, your silent promise would be revealed.

Maybe, but just maybe, you could be together in another life. You could have a true wedding ceremony, with a long, white and elegant dress. Maybe Wally would cry when he saw you walking down the altar. You could travel the toward, hold hands without a limited time and accepting him with all of your might. You could even have a mix of you and him walking around your house, you could have children.

But that wasn’t this life. In this life, your love story must be a secret and you know it. You won’t see each other in a long time only for you to be a maximum of one hour together if you can.

In this life, you would have to deny him progeny, deny him for eternity. In this one, your lifetime of love didn’t need to (or more so ever couldn’t) leave any evidence.

In this life, Wally West couldn’t be yours completely, he would be more of the world than yours. But at least your shared love is true, you loved each other, and true love isn’t real unless it’s returned.

So sorry for taking so long, I’ve been busy with personal problems buttt now I think I’m back (?).

I hope you enjoyed the reading, it didn’t convince me 100% but it’s currently 2:22am so it’s the best I got.

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[nyx-thedragon]

Newsies Novel Notes/Thoughts

hi hello howdy-do. I have finished reading the Newsies Novel PDF that I downloaded and I am here to share my notes/thoughts that I wrote down while reading. Once again, these are in order of when I thought of them

1- so Sarah is 16 and Davey is 15 canonically in the novel

2- Jack is Irish

3- the Jacobs family is Jewish (I think - I mean, why else would Davey mention the Irish boys and Jewish boys always fighting in his neighborhood if his family wasn't Jewish), that's cool!

4- Snyder's name is Nigel?? (throwing up ngl that does not fit him)

5- love that Kloppman is like a grandfather figure to the boys it's so sweet (Kloppman deserves the 'Best Adult in the Newsies Story' Award, right next to Denton)

6- Spot is ginger (scratching my head bc I never imagined him as ginger ever)

7- Davey is said to actually fight and hold his own when the mercenaries from the World show up (I like this better than him not being shown to fight in the movie - Davey can fight if he needs to, let the boy fight!!)

8- call me a hater, but once again the romance between Jack and Sarah is unneeded and feels kinda forced. the, what, second scene we see with them she's already kissing him? idk man it just feels forced and rushed, y'know?

9- okay I've never mentioned this before, but why was Sarah at the newsies rally??

10- Davey jumping on Snyder's back to distract him from grabbing Jack oh novel Davey I love you (why did they take away most of his fighting stuff in the movie??)

11- Les kicking a cop!!

12- Denton getting clubbed to protect Kid Blink (love you Denton)

13- a bunch of police falling through the trapdoor on the stage I wish that was in the movie

14- Jack using the fire curtain to get away from the police. very smart, shoutout to Race and Boots for that

15- Davey feeling guilty for not being arrested with the other newsies but also relieved that he wasn't ooh yeah I understand

16- objecting on the ground of "Brooklyn, yer honor" Spot Conlon the newsie that you are (that line is just so funny and iconic I love it so much I love that it's in the book and the movie)

17- the other newsies hearing Snyder's whole speech about Jack and his life instead of just Davey oooh why wasn't that in the movie what that would've been so interesting to see

18- "It's not fair" I love how Davey is vocal about his opinion instead of just looking at Jack with disappointment like in the movie

19- Les is not taken with to the Refuge to try to break Jack out. very smart, makes sense. so why was he taken with in the movie??

20- Davey watching the conversation between Jack and Pulitzer through the window

21- hate hate hate how Davey is spelled "Davy" in the book. it looks ugly without the "e"

22- "[Davey] felt as though someone he loved had died" in response to finding out Jack sold out to Pulitzer HELLO??? (my homo-alarm is going CRAZY)

23- WHO THE FUCK TORE UP JACK'S PICTURE OF HIS PARENTS!? I KNOW YOU'RE MAD BUT THAT'S TOO FAR, GUYS!! (also I forgot to note this down but I love that Jack has a picture of/with his parents it's so fucking cute. wanna explode whoever it is that tore it up though cuz what the fuck)

24- "You touch Davy and I'll..." oh? getting protective I see... (homo alert! homo alert!)

25- okay so Davey doesn't get beaten up by the Delanceys and instead Jack and the Jacobs siblings beat the two of them up with no issue. hmmm (why wasn't that in the movie? why did they have Sarah be a helpless girl who punched Oscar(?) once and then laid on the ground yelling? why was Davey not shown to fight well enough to not get beaten up by the Delanceys in the movie?? novel Davey and your fighting ability, I will avenge you)

26- Mayer giving Jack some of his old clothes and some food and telling him he'll always have a home with them oh don't make me cry that is so sweet

27- we lost that sweet scene with Mayer and Jack in the movie I can't believe this that would've been such a good scene! could've gotten rid of the rooftop scene with Sarah if there was worry about the runtime being too long, it would've been a much better scene imo (grgrgrggrrgr Mayer Jacobs and Jack Kelly father-son relationship I will avenge you!!) (this is also partially because I am still a hater of the Sarah/Jack relationship/romance because it was so not needed imo)

28- "I wanted to go to Santa Fe, but my real family was right here all along" (YES! GREAT WAY TO END THE STORY! oh my goodness the movie added the Sarah/Jack kiss instead of having this line??? bro I need to have a conversation with the scriptwriters or whoever it was that approved these changes oh my GOD) (i'm assuming the novel came before the movie when I say this)

There was at least one other thing that I didn't end up actually writing down but mentioned when I was annotating the PDF last night but then the annotations disappeared?? for some reason?? when I went to finish reading this morning so I don't know what it was. maybe I'll remember it later? probably not tbh :(

and something that I typed up while watching the movie last night before starting to read the PDF (it is, once again, about the romance subplot. please forgive me for being such a huge and vocal hater about it, it just pisses me off soooo much for some reason):

"dude genuinely the romance subplot was not needed. and the scene with Jack and Sarah on the roof could've been replaced with a scene of like, the newsies talking about the strike and maybe some of them bringing up concerns or something. or even Davey interacting with the newsies and getting to know them. or show how he's dealing with being the co-leader of a whole strike at fifteen years old. something like that.

sorry not sorry but I am very very adamant that not every fucking story needs a romance subplot. especially not this one. I would say if they absolutely had to have a romance subplot, have it be between Jack and Davey, but this movie was made in 1992 and that probably wouldn't have gone over super well, let's be honest."

okay, that's all for now. I might try writing a little newsies fic / one-shot at some point soon-ish? maybe. it will probably be Javey with a bit of background Sprace and Jack / Spot friendship if I ever do get around to it.

uhh have a good day everyone! stay cool :3

[angsthology]

may i have jupiter content 🙏🏼

i mean... since u asked so nicely! i only have headcannons for u rn

from like my roy harper post's tags:

like if yk the "blondes or brunettes" interview shes just like smiles and like "redheads" like... that girl loves redheads lmaoaksj

idk if gingers included but prob too she doesng discriminate! anyone want her she wants them

idk if people knew this but she won the first championship on her bday

like i think i slipped it in but i jever outwardky say it

on the final race of the 2018th season she turns 19 and wins her first championship (in her rookie year tew!!)

she has two younger siblings who are twins

they are also athletes their numbers together counts up to 13 which is jupiter's number

whifh reminds me they call her piter (like peter yk)

theyre about 6 years younger than her so like 2005 i think

jupiter's sexuality's like a mystery she just doesnt label herself

funnily enough i cant thinkbof any specifically driver!jupiter rn (though i fdo think of her a lot)

so instead i WILL give u og jupiter hcs from her og universe

iydk shes actually an oc i made for a sirius black fic lmaoo (which is still goin too)

her entire character i made up to be an odd lookinh hufflepuff bc of her behavior and personality

like her presentation is js not hufflepuff-like but she is!!

bc at the core sje is js ✨️loyal✨️

also ig this is js canon confirmation that jupiter is a hufflepuff

n e way bavk to driver piter!!!

also before all this im js reminding people that jupiter is like a rlly beautiful woman

like thats onebof her entire tropes that shes js drop dead gorgeous

like not in a simple primitive ish way

shes like a godly realistic woman — her entire aura just makes her rlly good looking

so obvs sinvr f1 is also a show basically (hunger games fr) she has good sponsors

one of them vs!! bc yk every tbt woman is an unapologetic woman they all know they arent like the men on the grid they know they have different needs and extra gears

i think this was inspired bh my hayfeverdreamof the Bad Bunny Calvin Klein shoot

(i was not normal)

but liek she did a shoot w vs sports bra line cause yk #womeninsports

AND ONG ok yk what atp im jusy frothibg over vs stuff i want BUT

glitter straps.

if u know YOU KJOW.

the vs glitter shiny bra/underwear strao like hello

oh yeah! shes a tattooed girl

most notable one being her alleged sternum tattoo that the world have yet to see

(shes usually v expressive in what she wears but ever since she got that specific tattoo shes been sneaky and actually cover up her chest lmao)

she will have a buzzcut phase

bye

[11x13kyle]

kyle glasses progression

age 13: he is told that he needs glasses, and he kicks and screams and fights about it, convinced that he doesn’t need them and he can see just fine. he’s really concerned that the other boys will rip on him. he’s already jewish and ginger, he can’t add on a pair of dorky glasses to that!

age 14: he concedes to the glasses, deciding that it will make him look smarter. he gets a pair of thin, rectangular frames. he originally tries wire frames, but he gets called grandma broflovski so many times at school that within a week he trades them for a thicker frame. transition lenses, of course.

age 16: he decided the transition lenses are lame and don’t help with the current moody, philosophical vibe that he’s decided that he’s going to go for that year. he switches back to a wire framed rectangular shape and buys a gold glasses chain. he doesn’t wear the chain publicly because he chickens out every time from embarrassment, but he wears them at home, swearing it helps his productivity.

age 18: to celebrate his transition from high school student to college student, he gets a pair of buddy holly frames because he felt like he needed a big enough change. he decides he hates them pretty much right away, not liking the thickness of the frame, but he wears them for years because he doesn’t want to look like a quitter. notably, this is also around the time he gets contacts.

age 21: contacts full timer, but he replaces the buddy holly frames with a simple, lightly circular, almost octangular, frame. he finds out later that they’re technically “women’s glasses” and makes a big deal about how glasses shouldn’t be gendered and that it’s stupid, but he rarely wears them out because of this anyway.

age 25: he switches to a pair of black browline glasses. within this year he changes frames four times because he’s going through some kind of crisis, and he’s concerned about all the money he’s spending but he can’t stop. it doesn’t help that he’s still mostly a contacts guy, so he’s just blowing money on frames he wears like 2 hours a day at MOST.

age 30: he alternates between two frames, a pair of tortoise shell browline glasses and a pair of gold wire circle frames. he wears glasses chains with the former sometimes, and in public too, because he’s convinced they have finally become chic. he refuses to wear the chains with the latter, convinced that it is “gauche.”

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

A Chocolate Suntato Cake From 2024

I successfully made my chocolate suntato cake for my grandparents and my aunt last evening. We had it for dessert tonight. :) It's based on the famous chocolate potato cake from 1912, but I did my own spin on it.

CAKE Dry Ingredients: 1 cup flour 2 teaspoons baking powder 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon 1/2 teaspoon cloves 1/2 teaspoon nutmeg 1/2 teaspoon cardamom 1/2 teaspoon allspice 1/2 teaspoon ginger 1/2 teaspoon mace 1/2 cup grated dark unsweetened chocolate or chocolate curls 1/2 cup unsalted nutmeats (as many different ones as you can: hazelnuts, pine nuts, Brazil nuts, pumpkin seeds, sunflower seeds, walnuts, almonds, macadamia nuts, pecans, cashews, pistachios)

Wet Ingredients: 1/2 cup butter or margarine 1 cup brown sugar 2 large eggs 1/2 cup goat milk At least 1/2 cup mashed sunchokes

Preparations: 1. Dig up sunchokes if in season (December is perfect; just remember to fill in and water the disturbed area afterward). You won't need very many, but too many is better than not enough. If not in season, or if you bought them, skip this step. 2. Clean sunchokes but don't peel. 3. Steam sunchokes until tender and then hand-mash as finely as possible. It's okay if you have more than 1/2 cup. Even a full cup is fine. 4. Grate 1/2 cup of dark, unsweetened chocolate if unable to find already grated. 5. Beat the two large eggs very well. 6. Select a small amount of every unsalted culinary nut you can, roughly even in amount, and crush in a mortar and pestle. 7. Add the dry ingredients together in a container and sift them. Remember, the brown sugar doesn't count here. 8. Butter the bottom and sides of a cake pan (margarine works too). 9. If needed, crush brown sugar lumps into a more powdery form using mortar and pestle.

Directions: 1. In a separate bowl from the dry ingredients, thoroughly mix the butter and brown sugar. 2. Add beaten eggs and mix thoroughly 3. Add goat milk--it's going to curdle at this stage. Don't be put off; it's going to be fine. Mix as well as you can. 4. Add steamed and mashed sunchokes and mix well. 5. Add the sifted mix of dry ingredients and fold. Don't mix too hard or the flour will make it weird. It's even okay if it doesn't quite look like a homogenous mixture. 6. Set oven to 177C/350F. 7. Dump cake mixture into buttered cake pan. 8. When the oven has reached the correct temperature, place the cake in the middle and set a timer for 55 minutes.

FROSTING Ingredients: 2 tablespoons butter/margarine 3/4 cup brown sugar 1/4 cup goat milk 1/2 of a large unsweetened dark chocolate bar 1/2 teaspoon of vanilla

Directions: 1. Put butter/margarine in a small saucepan. 2. Heat on medium. 3. When the butter has melted, add sugar and goat milk. 4. Stir well, mixing ingredients thoroughly. 5. Add unsweetened dark chocolate and mix well. 6. Once the chocolate has melted, turn heat lower and stir until sauce begins to boil. 7. Set a timer for 5 minutes. 8. Stir mixture until the time is up, never allowing it to stick to the sides or bottom. 9. Remove from heat and add vanilla. 10. Mix until a it's good consistency for spreading. 11. Pour onto finished cake and spread evenly. 12. Allow to cool down for an hour. 13. Place in fridge overnight.

Enjoy!

The result should be somewhat cakier than banana bread and not as moist, but it shouldn't be dry or too dense. You'll notice it's not really a "chocolate cake". It's kind of like a nutty muffin--this is why you want to use a mortar and pestle for the nuts and also why you want to leave the skins of your sunchokes on. Gives it a lovely crunch and texture. The smell of the spices should still be quite potent, almost like fruit cake but without the (IMO) nasty chunks of candied bitter orange. It's a very good Christmassy dessert!

[deartoddanderson]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀────۶ৎ chapter two

overview : A flashback to when the four members of Revery first met, all being students at the same school. With bad weather and bad moods, they meet accidentally, but clearly it was a bond made to last.

content warnings : none

links : character intros author note : not fully proof-read, open for criticism

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𐙚 words.ᐟ 1.6k

October 2nd, 1956 𓈒 ݂۫ ୨୧

On a colder morning when the weather was cursing all who dared to step outside, the familiar crowd of young students crowded outside the school gates. Rain pouring down over their colorful umbrellas, pitying those who forgot theirs. One of these being a tall brunette, around 14 years old, a bright red coat hugged around her as she stomped her way through the streets. Water splashing up over her tights and long skirt, possibly staining the fabric with mud, but she was much too cold to care. She had long, pin-straight, dark chestnut hair, so long you’d question if she ever cut it; eyes a dark-chocolate like color, framed by long lashes that stuck together with the rain streaming down her face. Her wet hair stuck to her face, making it hard to see the moles decorating her skin, one famously beneath her left eye, and one upon the side of her neck. The girl was pale, yet slightly sun-kissed, as if she spent just a tiny bit longer in the sun than others. She had a nice smile, with dimples on each side of her cheeks, not that you could tell.. as she wasn’t looking her happiest whilst stumbling to follow after other students who knew the way.

Not too far behind the grumpy brunette walked a cheerful blonde. Her hair was almost just as long as the other girl, but the faintly more wavy texture of it made it appear as slightly shorter. She had light honey brown eyes, framed with a pair of glasses, currently crinkled up as a smile brightened up her features. Pale, natural blonde hair and lashes with equally pale skin. She stood at a slightly shorter height than the other girl, though seemed around the same age of 14. Her teeth were only half-perfect but were on display as an art piece in a museum, bubbly laughter escaping her as she stomped rather than walked through puddles and streaming water down the streets. Technically, she had an umbrella.. but it was clear she enjoyed the messy weather more than hating it, pulling a closed umbrella with her as her baby blue raincoat took most of the damage from the pouring rain. Hair sticking to both her skin and her jacket, sometimes having to brush it away from her eyes, almost looking like those sheepdogs with fur over their eyes that needed a trim.

Meanwhile, already standing within the crowd of impatient children and teens, stood another brunette. Hair in a dark brown shade, with the faintest hints of waves, and just long enough to kiss her collarbones; she had bangs, just slightly damp with the humid air, trying to stick to her forehead, but she’d constantly brush them away from her skin. A light green raincoat around her, with a plain black umbrella over her head, holding it as tight as she could. The girl's skin was pretty pale, decorated in multiple moles, and with rosy cheeks from the cold breeze. Her eyes were observant yet soft, outlined with long lashes, the color being a ruddy blue with a mixture of blues and greens right in the middle. She was younger, maybe just around 13, standing at a medium height. Appearing more shy, as she grew nervous and tightened her grip on the umbrella whenever an energetic child bumped into her or glanced in her direction. The fidgety type, messing with her damp bangs, messing with the buttons on her raincoat, or shuffling from foot to foot.

At the very front of the current line stood yet another girl. Looked young, perhaps 13 or maybe 12 with a birthday right around the corner. Her hair was shorter, just barely brushing over her shoulders, in a lighter strawberry-ginger color. Bangs that split by her middle part, they probably looked nicer when they weren’t glued to her skin, but she couldn’t really stop the rain from ruining her hair. A pink raincoat with white buttons, with a slightly beat-up polkadot  umbrella held loosely over her head. Her eyes were a gentle but bright forest green, skin pale but rosy from the wind, faded freckles around her face. She was on the shorter scale of medium for her age, constantly shifting her weight from one foot to another. Her expression was pleasant, somehow both lively and shy, lips a faint red shade as if she had stolen lipstick from her mother and then wiped it off again with her hand. It was a nice group of girls, different yet similar, accidentally matching raincoats in different colors despite never speaking before. Who would’ve guessed that this is where it all started.

Stuck in a line of pushy teens and kids, the long-haired and rather grumpy brunette finally lost to the rain. Tripping on an undiscovered pebble and falling right on her hands and knees into a big puddle, an embarrassed groan escaping her.. naturally humiliated by this. A few kids noticed, none cared, at least enough to go help her; except for one, slightly panicked girl. The blue-eyed brunette, shifting her gaze nervously around, almost angry that nobody else was helping. She seemed to hate the idea of being stared at too, but she’d feel endlessly guilty if she left the other girl down in the rain. So, at last, she stumbled out of the crowd, muttering apologies to people she bumped into, the wind pushing her hair from her cold, rosy-cheeked face. Hesitantly holding the umbrella over the other girl's head, who slowly looked up at the younger brunette with a confused look in her eyes; but with a cold hand held out to her, she got back up on her feet. Awkward silence fell over them, staring at each other as the umbrella stayed over both their heads. “Ruby Campbell.” The words finally filled the silence, the taller brunette speaking, her expression suddenly not as unfriendly.. a faint smile crept up upon her lips. Her words had a certain dazzle to them, an unfamiliar accent maybe. Finally, a relieved breath escaped the shyer girl, clearing her throat quietly before she also smiled, “Uhm.. Genevieve– Harper.”

Simultaneously, another ginger-haired girl had seen the new friendship form, secretly feeling jealous, yet already being pushed into the school grounds. Though she wasn’t as shy, she too lacked friends, part of her wishing she had pushed through every person in the crowd to come to Ruby’s rescue. Whilst the last girl, a giggling blonde, was much too busy enjoying the puddles to notice those who were unwillingly falling into them. Leading to her accidentally bumping right into the other two girls, falling on her behind right into the same puddle with a soft ‘oof’. Hair covering her eyes and glasses, still, like some grown-out sheepdog, before tilting her head up to look at what she ran into. Quickly feeling a bit sheepish as she saw two confused girls looking back at her.. though her awkward grin soon warmed up once Genevieve also held a hand out to her, helping her up on her feet as well. Though the blondie rather gave her an enthusiastic handshake instead of letting go, “Odette –uhm– Foxton!” She introduced herself as well, a slightly more familiar accent coating her words, maybe scottish. Perhaps it was unusual and unrealistic for friendships to form so quickly, but kids usually find it easier, at least when they start off positively.

Dwelling on details isn’t necessary anyway, as the day moved on like any other. Ruby and Odette separated from Genevieve, as they were a year older than her, therefore in another class. Whilst Genevieve got to her own class, having been born and raised in this town, she was well accustomed to both the classroom and her classmates; yet didn’t know any of them well enough to make conversation. Until they sat down in their assigned seats, an unfamiliar face being in the seat beside Genevieve's.. making her feel quite nervous as she ungracefully sat down in her chair, fidgeting with her hands in stiff silence. Class thankfully went on as usual, it was only when the girl beside her softly tapped her shoulder that she finally met her gaze. “Scuse me.. can I borrow a.. uh?��� The ginger-haired girl spoke, though soon fell into a mumbling fit, trying to remember the word she was attempting to say. Genevieve soon responded in a hushed tone, “A.. pencil?” her words making the other girl light up and sheepishly smile, nodding her head, short hair bouncing with the movement. “Sorry, ‘m new.” she remarked, making Genevieve almost feel relieved.. assuming that meant she also had little to no friends. Which probably sounded horrible, but it was more of a hope to befriend her than hoping she’d be a loner. Mentioning her name with a soft smile as she handed over a pencil, “I’m Genevieve.. Harper.” earning a brighter smile from the girl as she took the pencil handed to her, “Angela Moore!”

After the little effort of simply helping someone get up from a puddle in the rain, and letting someone borrow a pencil, a certain brunette went from having basically no friends, to knowing three new girls. Perhaps luck was on her side, or this was a one-time thing, and she’d never speak to these girls again despite knowing their names. It was hard to say, as she ate lunch alone, the other three she had spoken to earlier were nowhere to be seen. Though she ran into the Angela-girl at other times during the day, they weren’t in seats beside each other, leading to no conversation between them. Meanwhile Ruby and Odette actually got to talking quite a bit throughout the day, even with not as much in common, they got along well, even eating lunch together. How this first day possibly turned into a blossoming, close friendship was hard to say. But after running into each other a few times during mornings, classes, lunch, free periods, or even the end of the day– it built itself up surprisingly fast. And before you could blink, those same four girls were completely inseparable.

© deartoddanderson ⋆.˚ please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my work without permission.

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

Doom Prompt 13: Sentinels finding a pet bunny

A writing prompt from my Doom Discord, tied into the Garnets story. Short and chaos XD

. 13: “One of the sentinels finding a pet bunny”

“Commander Milla,” Vega's voice drew the Sentinel's attention, as well as a soft flickering light to the left of her helmet. “Look to your left please?” 

The Argenta woman turned her head, scanning for what might have caught the Fortress’ Atlan’s attention. It was still just the human refugees they had escorted to the docks and the ARC evacuation ship. Then there was a highlight of a group in the back and to the south. Out of the flow of the moving people. 

Even if Vega had not highlighted it, Captain Milla would have, and had noticed this group. Seeing someone with both a rifle and bow and arrows was odd enough, but the three animals for pulling were… odd. She heard before someone called them… jacks? Don-keys? Something about those quadruped animals can and had killed a few lesser demons. Dark browns and lighter bellies with big ears. 

Right now the two that owned the wagon had everything almost packed up, but… they had set up just to the side and were passing out packages to those passing. Simple things like a can of food, what looked like rolls of bread with something inside, and what looked like a pale amber colored candy all wrapped up in a colorful cloth. 

“I know them,” Vega said after he confirmed who he thought was seen from the corner of Milla’s visor, the Atlan sounded surprised and relieved. “I know we can not bring everyone to the Hidden City, Captain, but please, could you see if you can get them to stay and offer them to come?”

“Who are they?” Captain Milla asked softly, her voice too low for anyone else to hear as she kept a lookout. Scanning farther out just in case, but her scouts were showing no signs they had found any more demons near.

“That is Richard Deegan, he was the husband of Commander Deegan of the Elite Guard on Mars. And their daughter Lana.” Vega explained, “I did not know their evacuation ship made it off the surface just as Hell invaded Mars.”

“Elite Guard… those are the warriors that pulled the Lord Slayer out of the Kadingir Sanctum in Hell?” The Captain asked, she had studied what she could around the recent history of humans. As well as what would be tied to the Slayer. 

“Yes, they are the ones that coordinated the attack in the Sanctum,” Vega spoke, watching through her helmet as Captain Milla signaled one of her Sentinels to come take her spot and climbed down to the street. Seeming to be checking on the humans and making sure they were staying orderly and had their things that could be carried. Making her way towards the back, where some of the Shadowed were stationed to guard there.

Captain Milla slowed, listening to the quiet thank yous to not just the Argenta, but realized once closer the three by the wagon. One of those… Don-Keys was eyeing her as if debating on how to fight the giant armored woman if need be. That was when Milla realized the creatures were not tied up at all but just stubbornly standing guard of their wagon and their people. There were other soft sounds of small animals in the big wagon, carefully covered for the most part and if Milla was not seven foot five she would not have seen the glimpses of the small birds and something…fuzzy?

She did not get too close once that bigger Don-Key pinned its long ears back in warning. But the blue-gray furred creature looked like… like… what was it. Little Heather had a stuffed ‘easter bunny’ that looked alike but not really like that creature. The Sentinel looked to the humans as the last group came to get their little gifts.

“I hope that helps,” One of the young women said as she waved at the last small family, at the kids.

“The ginger will at least help, Mary.” The man, Richard said in a tired, rough voice, “Come on girls, let's get ready to leave. I don’t think the ARC will let us take the donkeys, as their mammaths, let alone the other animals… hello?”

The man paused as he stood up and saw the taller armored figure standing near, watching his own family. The silver helmet tilted and then the Sentinel walked around the jack, giving the creature a good berth. 

“What are the creatures you have?” The voice that spoke was a deeper female tone, holding a sort of strength that Richared recognized from his late husband. Strong and that sort of even calm.

It made his heart hurt again.

“Quail, rabbits, some chickens.” Lana spoke as she came over to stand beside her Uncle, who had adopted her as a baby. She looked up at the armored Argenta with some wonder, not expecting the outline to be female at first but then there was no real way to tell who was who with these strangers that helped. “And the mammoth donkeys there, the big jack is Buck, the two jennies are Luna and Grace.”

“Impressive beasts,” The Sentinel noted, sounding a bit amused as she stopped beside the humans, looking at the few packaged gifts they had left. “What were you giving?” 

Mary motioned behind them at the other side of a parking lot to the dark mall, “We found food, and some supplies. We were baking last night so everyone could have some fresh bread rolls with a can of soup. Plastic spoon, a ginger candy to help with seasickness on the boat, and… well a note to remember to be kind to each other and help one another.”

“That’s very kind of you three.” The Captain said, looking at the boxes left over, each with neat, small writing to list what was inside. Then she recognized the feed bags that were found for the animals in the Fortress. She gestured inside the Wagon, “Can you show me what those are? I don’t know the names of those creatures, except for ‘chickens,’ I just found out about the birds.”

The three humans exchanged confused looks, but it was Lana that shrugged and headed to the back of the wagon. She carefully pulled two cages over and lifted the covers, the small birds making nervous sounds, but like the furry creature they at least recognized the young woman as a caretaker. “These are the quail, it's a mix of Valley and Coturnix in there for now. They’re used for eggs and meat. This here is one of the buck rabbits, he’s a rex. Their meat and fur rabbits, but also pets. That over there is a cat that someone couldn’t take on the ship.”

“It looks like you have more supplies for the creatures than yourselves.” The Sentinel noted, but she was very gentle touching the rabbit’s travel cage. Then tilted her head at several clear bins both in the wagon and out, pointing at them, “Those are… seeds?”

“Animals should be supported as much as my girls,” Richard said, and then nodded at the second question, “Yes, we’ve been saving any and all seeds we can find. Trying to save what we can of them.”

Captain Milla smiled, straightening as she looked back at the docks in the semi distance, then around at the small group. “You can’t take all of these on that ship.” 

“We know,” Mary spoke, smiling and then shaking her head, “We weren’t really planning on going on there, or to the Sea Platform offshore. We might set up in the mall for any other survivors and start some things growing.”

Captain Milla stooped a bit, offering a hand to Lana for her own. After a moment she studied the slimmer hand set in her palm. Soft as humans were but also showed signs of working and living. “Would you like to keep your animals, and be safe?”

Richard blinked, frowned and then tilted his head, “What do you mean?”

“You three were kind when you did not have to be, you shared what you found rather than hoard it. You’re willing to take in animals that others are forced to leave to give them reassurance.” Captain Milla let Lana take her hand back, “Those are good traits… and you are the surviving family of the warriors that found and freed my Lord Slayer. By either way as I see it, you deserve to be safe in the protection of the Sentinels. I am Captain Milla, I serve the Lord Slayer himself, and though the big creatures may not fit in his garden, there’s plenty of space in Taras Nabad.”

“...whoa.” Mary breathed as she shifted over and latched as hard onto her girlfriend as Lana did to her. The sudden shock of the offer hand heads, and hearts, spinning. Was this the same place the towering Argenta took the orphans earlier?

“The real Slayer?” Richard asked, in no small amount of shock. “You’re not lying to us?”

“Absolutely not.” Milla said firmly, and then a little softer added, “The Atlan, Vega, he asked me to see if you will come.”

Lana gasped, she remembered Vega when she was little and on Mars! She turned to her uncle, her only father figure left, “Vega’s alive?”

“What will this cost us?” Richard started to ask and then blinked in confusion as the Sentinel pointed to one of the rabbits.

“You will likely need to let the Slayer pet those. Or let him have a baby… puppy? Once they are born and ready to leave the dam.”

“Kittens,” Mary started to correct, paused and then stood up. “Wait, you mean we can have shelter for… a rabbit?”

“Maybe two-” Milla started, tensing at the almost united shout of:

“Deal!”

“If the god of war wants to have a rabbit pet for trade, for protection, he can have his pick of the litter- and I’ll them them breed all the time and he can have whatever one he wants and we’ll make sure that is the sweetest desensitized kitten ever,” Lana tossed her arms up and then waved them at the wagon before hugging tight to Mary. “Just not four of the adults, those are our babies.”

Milla grinned under her helmet.

[jordaninthevalley]

The Ginger Island Mushroom Cave Argument

This is a follow up of my "Mushroom Cave vs Fruit Bat Cave" post.

Originally this was going to be included in my initial post, but I felt like it was long enough so I am going to be making this it's own seperate post.

This also ensures that I can dedicate my full focus on this argument and everything within it, so buckle up for yet another long post as this contains information for every. single. aspect. of getting to ginger island, different things within certain aspects of it, and much more.

Divider Credit

A common argument I see within the various discussions I participate in or just read through without throwing my opinion into the mix related to this topic is, essentially, "Ginger Island has a Mushroom Cave so you should just pick the Fruit Bat Cave because you don't need two of the same cave!" and I, frankly, find this argument to be insane. This post goes into why.

The Boat:

Anytime after Summer 1, Year 1 you can enter the fish shop and a cutscene will trigger, Willy does not have to be in the shop, but the cut scene is Willy telling you how he has an "old friend" in the back and hints that if business picks up he will show you what he has in the back room. This door is locked before this cut scene and remains locked afterwards.

To be able to access the back of the shop you need to finish either the Community Center or the Joja Warehouse. Sometime afterward Willy will send you a letter inviting you to enter the back room of his shop, where you will find his "old friend" - a broken down boat. The boat has three things which need to be repaired, the hull, the anchor and the ticket stand.

The Hull: 200 Hardwood The Anchor: 5 Iridium Bars Ticket Stand: 5 Battery Packs

Hardwood:

To get hardwood you can find it from a Large Stump, Large Log, Mahogany Tree or Mystic Tree. If you have the Lumberjack Profession, all trees have a chance to drop hardwood.

Large Stumps can be destoryed with a Copper Axe or better. You need 5 Copper Bars and 2,000g to get that. Large Stumps provide 2 hardwood, meaning you'll need to chop down at minimum 100 Large Stumps to get 200 hardwood. Large Stumps have a 10% chance of dropping a Mahogany seed.

Large Stumps (Re)Spawning: - In the Secret Woods there are 6 Large Stumps which respawn - On the Forest Farm there are 8 Large Stumps which respawn - On the Four Corners Farm there is 1 large Stump which respawn - With the Shrine of Callenge activated you can find Large Stumps on floors 41-69 in the Mines. Stumps spawned on the Standard Farm do NOT respawn

Large Logs can be destoyed with a Steel Axe or better. You need a Copper Axe, 5 Iron Bars, and 5,000g to get that. Large Logs provide 8 heardwood, and do not respawn.

A large log does block the entrance to the Secret Woods, meaning that unless you glitch through with a chair to the Secret Woods, you won't be able to get the hardwood from the secret woods until you have the Steel Axe.

A Mahogany Tree produces between 8-13 hardwood when felled, I suggest not chopping down your first Mahogany Tree that you grow but instead letting it spread for awhile until you start to chop them down incase you do not get another mahogany seed when you fell your first tree.

A Mystic Tree also produces between 7-11 hardwood when felled, but I think that tree is better used being tapped for Mystic Syrup over farmed for hardwood.

Iridium:

To get iridium you must head to the Skull Cavern (you can also find it in the Volcano Dungeon, but that is found on Ginger Island.) If you pick the Hill-top or Four Corners farm, there is a chance of them spawning there after reaching Level 10 in your Mining Skill.

You can also find them from Magma Geodes, Omni Geodes, Super Cucumber Fish Pond once the population reaches levle 9, a meteorite, fishing treasure, panning, the traveling cart and the Statue of Perfection.

A Meteorite has a 1% chance of happening, and will only happen if the random 3x3 area the event chooses on the farm has a 2x2 area within it that has no water, placed objects that block movement, buildings, resource clumps or farm animals. If this isnt met the event does nothing. If you get the meteorite, you need a Gold Pickaxe or better to harvest this. To get a Gold Pickaxe you'll need a total of 17,000g, 5 Copper Bars, 5 Iron bars, and 5 Gold bars. When you destory a meteorite you get 6 iridium ore, 6 stone, and 2 geodes with 25% chance to drop a prismatic shard.

They can also drop from Purple Slines, Iridium Bats, Iridium Crabs, and Iridium Golems in the Skull Caverns.

Magma Geodes can be found on levels 81 - 119 of the Mines. Omni Geodes are found when breaking rocks but every Tuesday Krobus Sells 1 for 300g and the Oasis sells 3 every wednesday for 1,000g each.

In total you will need at least 25 Iridium Ore, and 5 coal, to get 5 iridium bars.

The traveling cart has a chance of selling an iridium bar for 3,000-5,000g. The following mobs also have a chance of dropping an iridium bar:

Shadow Shaman at 0.2%

Shadow Brute at 0.2%

Iridium Bat at 0.8%

Purple Slime at 0.9%

Iridium Golem at 3%

Battery Packs:

Battery Packs are gained from Lightning Rods during thunder storms, solar panels after 7 sunny days, 5% chance to dropped from the iridium bat, and as a possible gift from Pam or Kent. The traveling cart also sells them at times for 1,500-2,500g

If you pick the remixed bundles and get and complete the Children's Bundle, you will be awarded with 3 battery packs. The solar panel recipie is acquired after the "Island Ingredients" Special Order is completed, but you have to have Ginger Island unlocked to have a chance of getting this Special Order.

The Lightning Rod recipie is acquired after reaching foraging level 6 and you craft it with 1 Iron Bar, 1 Refined Quartz, and 10 Bat wings. You also get one when completing the 10,000g Bundle in the Vault in the community center.

The Lightning Rod can only be hit once per thunderstorm, so if you only have one lightning rod you'll need at least five thunder storms to obtain 5 battery packs.

If noLightning Rodd have been struck there is a 100% chance for one to be hit. If 50% of the Lightning Rods on the farm have been struck there is a 75% chance for the rest to be hit. If 90% of the Lightning Rods on the farm have been struck there is a 19% chance of the rest to be hit.

The Community Center / Joja Warehouse

You need to complete the Community Center to be able to even repair the boat. This takes, at minimum, a year to do but can take much longer depending on your playstyle. You will need 42,500g to complete the Vault bundles.

You can also pick the Joja Warehouse to complete, but you will need a total of 140,000g to buy the membership as well as all of the developments. You can fudge this a bit by completing certain Community Center bundles and then buying the Membership so you can reduce the amount of gold you have to spend.

Ginger Island

Once you repair the boat you can travel to Ginger Island for 1,000g per boat ride. When you reach the island you are on 'Island South', this contains the dock as well as the paths to the other parts of the island.

You will head to the only open path with takes you to 'Island East', where you follow the island resident "Leo" and upon interacting with things within his hut you will unlock 'Island North'.

When you unlock 'Island North' you will follow the Magma Sprite and head to the Volcano. You will only be able to unlock 'Island West' after gathering 10 Golden Walnuts.

'Island West' includes the farm, and a dilapidated farmhouse that can be fixed up for 20 Golden Walnuts, you will need an additional 5 Golden Walnuts to be able to recieve mail while on the island. For another 20 Golden Walnuts you can craft the Farm Obelisk which will only warp you to the farm, you will have to get a seperate Obelisk to be able to warp to the Island without using a totem. Upon making the Farm Obelisk, you will be given one Island Warp Totem.

You can sleep at Ginger Island and will wake up on the island. The golden walnuts are scattered around the island, and can be found when completing puzzles, fishing, tilling up certain locations around the island, and more.

Ginger Island Mushroom Cave

Now that we are on the Island, how can we get the Mushroom Cave?

Head to 'Island North', when you see the Field Office (Green tent with bone on the outside) head to the left. There is a broken bridge which can be repaired for 10 Golden Walnuts. This leads to the dig site, which has the Mushroom Cave. There is a boulder blocking the cave which you need to blow up with a bomb to not only release Professor Snail but also have access to the Mushrooms.

The cave randomly spawns new mushrooms everyday, and they grow directly from the ground so you benefit from the Gatherer or Botanist profession as well as get XP from them, this does make it better than the Farm Mushroom cave on that front but not the cost front.

Staying On Ginger Island?

The only thing that would make the mushroom cave a benefitial thing at this point in the game is if you stay on the island and never leave it. You can, somewhat realistically, do this as you do have a farm on the island, a bed, as well as a shipping bin.

The island farm does have some perks such as not needing scarecrows, sprinklers can be placed here, fruit trees can be grown here, and the island acts as a greenhouse.

However, you will have to head back to the normal farm to be able to complete certain quests, get certain achievements, unlock certain items, have animals and keep them happy, catch certain fish, get various items and much more. So, to even fully play the game you cannot stay on Ginger Island forever, this means we need to either spend 1,000g every time we want to head over and benefit from the mushroom cave and the other things we can benefit from on the island, or we need to be able to craft the warp totem or build the obelisk.

Warp Totem: Island

Bought from the Volcano Dwarf for 10,000g.

Floor Five of the Volcano Dungeon houses a dwarf that runs a small shop but unless you have the Dwarvish Translation Guide you won't be able to access his shop.

You get the Dwarvish Translation Guide by donating all four of the Dwarf Scrolls to the Museum. - Dwarf Scroll 1 can be found Tilling in the mines or Skull Cavern on any floor at 0.16% chance. Bat, Bug, Cave Fly, Duggy, Green Slime, Grub, Rock Crab and Stone Golem have a 0.5% chance of dropping it. - Dwarf Scroll 2 can be found Tilling in the mines between floors 1-39 at 0.1% chance. Ghosts, Frost Bats, Dust Sprites, and Blue Slime all have a 0.5% chance of dropping it. - Dwarf Scroll 3 has a 1.5% chance of being dropped by Blue Slime while other Slimes, Lava Bat, Lava Crab, Squid Kid, Shadow Brute, Shadow Shaman, Metal Head, Spider, and Blue Squid have a 0.5% chance of dropping it. - Dwarf Scroll 4 has a 0.2% chance of being tilled up in the Mine on floor 80 and above. Monsters outside of Serpents, Skeletons, Wilderness Golem, Carbon Ghost, Iridium Bat, Iridium Crab and Haunted Skull have a 0.1% chance of dropping it.

If you are able to access his shop, you will be able to purchase the recipie for the Warp Totem: Island for 10,000g. This will always be in his shop until you purchase it.

To craft a singular warp totem you will need 5 Hardwood, 1 Dragon tooth, and 1 Ginger.

Dragon Tooth:

Obtained in the Volcano Dungeon either around the skeletal remains of a dragon or by killing a Lava Lurk, which has a 15% drop chance.

If your inventory isn't full, you don't have to worry about items falling into the lava as they will automatically go into your inventory, however if you don't have room there is a chance that when it drops on the ground it can land in the lava.

You can also get Dragon Teeth from a Stingray Fish Pond which has a population of at least 9.

Stingrays are found in the Pirate Cove found on the Southeast side of Ginger Island. You unlock this area by building the Beach Resort for 20 Golden Walnuts after repearing the Farmhouse. If you put a Stingray in a fish pond, you will have to fulfill quests to be able to reach max amount of fish in the pond. For the first quest you'll have to give them seven cinder shards, which are found within the Volcano Dungeon by either mining nodes, inside chests, or dropping from a Magma Sprite, Magma Sparker, Magma Duggy or False Magma Cap. For the second quest you'll have to give them a dragon tooth. Once you reach 9-10 Stingray in the fishponds: - Roe has a 63-69% daily chance of spawning - Magma Cap has a 4% daily chance of spawning - Cinder Shard has a 9-10% daily chance of spawning - Dragon Tooth has a 5% daily chance of spawning - Battery Pack has a 9-10% daily chance of spawning

These are, as far as I am aware, the only ways to get Dragon Teeth. There is not a guarentee that a Dragon Tooth will spawn around the Dragon Skeleton, and Lava Lurkers seem to be the best way to get them.

Ginger:

Ginger cannot be grown as it is similar to Spring Onion. You can find it growing wild on the island and harvest it with your hoe. TigerSlime have a 9% chance of dropping Ginger and theyre found in the volcano dungeon as well as in tiger slime grove.

Tiger Slime Grove is found in 'Island North' and is north of the pond.

Island Obelisk

You can buy this Obelisk from the Wizard for 1,000,000g, 10 iridium bars, 10 dragon teeth, and 10 bananas. It is 3x2 building and is neceassary to achieve perfection.

To be able to buy the various buildings from the Wizard, you need to complete both the Dark Talisman Quest and the Goblin Problem Quest. To complete the Dark Talisman Quest you need to complete the community center or joja warehouse and unlock the sewers. You will have to trigger a cut scene up in the mountains after completing either the CC or the JW, then speak to krobus. After speaking to krobus you'll have to go to the mutant bug lair and go through it to get the dark talisman. Upon retreiving the dark talisman, you'll head back to the railroad and place it in it's appropriate area. To complete the Goblin Problem Quest you'll enter the witches swamp, speak to Goblin once and then you'll give him a void mayo. You can either fish up the void mayo from the surrounding water, or you can buy a void egg from krobus and turn it into void mayo, or if you have a void chicken you can turn one of it's eggs into void mayo. Once you give the Goblin his void mayo, he'll run into the hut. You now have access to the hut, he won't be around. Grab the Magic Ink and head back to the Wizards hut through the symbols on the floor. You are now able to access the Witches Hut, the Shrines within it, as well as the Buildings in the Wizard tower.

Banana:

Bananas and mangos do not spawn in the fruit bat cave so if you picked that, you're SOL on collecting these fruits from your farm.

To obtain the banana sapling you will have to get the Island Trader for 10 Golden Walnuts on 'Island North' after purchasing the Island Farmhouse. Banana Saplings cost 5 dragon teeth.

You can also obtain the Banana Sapling through Golden Coconuts and completing the Large Animal Collection in the Island Field Office.

Golden Coconuts

These can be found by shaking palm trees that have a visible coconut on them. There is 10% chance the palm tree will drog a golden coconut. If you have a fish pond with Blue Discus there is a 4-5% daily chance for them to give you one. Their quests include 3 taro root then 10 taro root, which is a crop you can grow after buying them from the Island Trader for 2 Bone Fragment per Taro Tuber.

You can also trade 10 coconuts for 1 golden coconut.

You break the coconuts like you do with Geodes by using Clint, they cannot be broken with the Geode crusher. The first golden walnut you crack open will always produce a golden walnut. Afterwards the golden walnut will produce other items.

Golden Coconuts can produce Banana Saplings, Mango Saplings, Pineapple Seeds, Taro Tubers, Mahogany Seeds, Fossilized Skulls, Iridium Ore, and a Golden Helmet.

The probability is a bit weird on the wiki, and I don't fully understand it but I will provide it here: Banana Sapling: 1/7 Mango Sapling: 1/7 Pineapple Seeds: 1/7 Taro Tuber: 1/7 Mahogany Seed: 1/7 Fossilized Skull: 1/7 Iridium Ore: 1/7 Golden Helmet: 1/20 All of them have an asterislk next to them which leads to: "After getting the Golden Helmet the probability is set to 0. If the player does not have it yet, the probability of getting the other ite,s is actually 19/140 until it is obtained. If you can explain to me what this means, that would be a wonderful help! It is possible I am not understanding this as I am typing this all out at 5am after being up since 9am yesterday but as of right now that is just gibberish to me.

Large Animal Collection

Fossilized Leg (2): Breaking Bone Nodes at the Dig Site, 10% Chance

Fossilized Ribs (1): Digging Artifact Spots on the Southern side of the island, 25% chance, and breaking bone nodes at the dig site, 1.35% chance

Fossilized Skull (1): Golden Coconut

Fossilized Spine (1): Fishing in Dig Site River, 10% chance

Fossilized Tail (1): Panning in Dig Site River, 20% chance

Completing this collection awards you with 6 golden walnuts and 1 banana sapling.

Bare Minimum List Of Materials Needed

Hardwood: 205 (+ 5 for every extra warp totem: island crafted)

Iridium Bars: 15 (75 iridium ore, 15 coal)

Battery Packs: 5 (1 Iron Bar, 1 Refined Quartz, 5 Bat Wing Per Rod)

Copper Bars: 5 (25 copper ore, 15 coal. For Copper axe.)

Iron Bars: 5 (25 iron ore, 15 coal. For Steel axe.)

Dragon Teeth: 16 (+ 1 for every extra warp totem: island crafted. Not counting fish pond requests)

Ginger: 1 (+1 for every extra warp totem: island crafted.)

Bananas: 10

For the Gold amount:

Community Center Completed: 1,058,500g (+ 1,000g for every ginger island trip)

Joja Warehouse Completed: 1,156,000 (+ 1,000g for every ginger island trip)

I dunno about y'all but this seems like a lot of time, gold, and effort just to get a mushroom cave when you can get one upon earning 25,000g.

[dragon-in-the-watery-bowl]

And here are the last batch of Danganronpa fankids, for the Celestia x Kyoko, Impostor x Ryota and Yamato x Tsurugi ships.

Info under the cut:

Name: Kanami Kirigiri (霧切 叶望). Age: 13. Parents: Kyoko Kirigiri and Celestia Ludenberg/Taeko Yasuhiro. Gender: Female. (Possible) Ultimate Title: Ultimate Detective. Birthdate: October 29 (Scorpio). Height: 149 cm. Weight: 32 kg. Chest Size: 69 cm. Blood Type: B. Likes: Jewelry. Dislikes: Ginger, spicy food.

In a world where things went different, and class 78 didn't became the victims of a killing game, Kyoko Kirigiri and Celestia Ludenberg ended up together and with a daughter. Having inherited both the deductive prowess and cunning ruthlessness of both her mothers, Kanami won easily the position of the Kirigiri family's heir, and was trained into the passed down role of a detective, solving her first case at 8 years old, the disappearance (and death) of her homeroom teacher, winning herself fame and glory, but at the cost of any meaningful friendship, something that she doesn't cares about, thanks to letting this fame, and her family legacy, go over her head, and giving her a massive ego problem, something that she will need to reign in before it end up crashing down on her, even if it ends up being easier saying it than doing it.

Name: Akito Kisaragi (如月 義士). Age: 8. Parents: Tsurugi Kinjo and Yamato Kisaragi. Gender: Male. (Possible) Ultimate Title: Ultimate Inventor. Birthdate: May 3 (Taurus). Height: 123 cm. Weight: 14 kg. Chest Size: 65 cm. Blood Type: B. Likes: Machines, justice. Dislikes: Destruction, violence.

In a world where the Tragedy never happened, and class 79 was able to have a normal school life in Hope's Peak, Tsurugi Kinjo and Yamato Kisaragi started a friendship that eventually evolved into something romantic, and ended up with the both of them becoming parents to a young boy. Quiet and shy, he spends almost all of his time between looking at what his fathers do while working and trying to imitate them (The latter usually never going well), thanks to having grown to admire them intensely in the short amount of time he has been alive.

By the time he would come to age, he would become a great inventor, enough to be admitted into Hope's Peak, but, at the same time, friendships would become hard for him to form, thanks to inheriting somewhat Tsurugi's black-and-white way of seeing the world, making him untrustfull of anyone who isn't his dads, something that he would take time to grow out of.

Name: Kyo Mitarai (御手洗 鏡). Age: 7. Parents: Ryota Mitarai and Ultimate Imposter. Gender: Female. (Possible) Ultimate Title: Unknown. Birthdate: January 5 (Capricorn). Height: 113 cm. Weight: 36 kg. Chest Size: 92 cm. Blood Type: O. Likes: Anime, manga, fast food. Dislikes: Abandonment.

After the end of the Tragedy, and with the members of class 77-B resigning themselves to live outside of civilization as penance for their crimes, some of them had kids with each other, with Ryota Mitarai and the person known just as "The Ultimate Imposter" being two of them. Really skittish and shy, she is following her fairer-headed dad's steps of becoming an animator to a T, thanks to terribly crushing feelings of loneliness and wistfulness born from the bad hand fate gave to his parents, and their class, forcing her to live in a island lost in the mind of the common passerby until she's of age, feelings that not even the kids of his parents' classmates can't alleviate, no matter how strong their friendships with her became.

Thanks to this, her biggest dream became to become famous, maybe through creating a new manga series, once she's an adult, just to feel that warmth that her family tried, but failed, to give her.

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15 People 15 Questions

ty for the tag @babygirlboberrey 💛

1. are you named after anyone?

no, but i was very almost named after perdita from in 101 dalmations until my dad stepped in and said absolutely not to the pregnancy hormones. ftr my mother maintains to this day it wouldn't have been a bad name. can you imagine. perdy.

2. when was the last time you cried?

within the last week for sure. it's just such a wonderful time of the year.

3. do you have kids?

nope, and that's never going to change. i neither want kids, nor would be a good mother, and i have a hard enough time looking after myself lmao.

4. what sports do you play/have you played?

i used to competitively swim through high school (although not in the way i think that equates to in the us), and i played football (soccer) on and off. the big one was show jumping, i made it all the way up to competing internationally for gbr. i used to wake up and ride at 5am before school and then again after school which, looking back, was quite frankly insane. i took being the weird horse girl Very Seriously.

5. do you use sarcasm?

more than other people probably appreciate.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

i've honestly never considered this before this question but i think maybe clothes??? or colours of clothes? i'm not sure why either, i never remember them.

7. what’s your eye color?

blue ish

8. scary movies or happy endings?

if i'm alone, happy endings. if i'm with a bunch of people, scary movies. i'm a baby. i need emotional support.

9. any talents?

i'm very good at horses. i've never lost anything when i've been drunk. i can type much faster than i should physically be able to considering i use three fingers total. i can water ski (fairly useless tbh). i'm also very good at bringing animals home from the streets (my family would argue this is not a talent but a curse). i can sing, sort of.

10. where were you born?

uk

11. what are your hobbies?

watching hockey. suffering through f1. reading. running. hiking. swimming. playing guitar (badly). apparently lately building my own furniture. rewatching the same three tv shows over and over again. making gifs when the divine inspiration strikes. playing sims. baking.

12. do you have any pets?

four cats: a grumpy ginger and white old aged pensioner called spike (actually. maybe this is just claude giroux in cat form); loulou, who looks way too posh to have come from the streets; mishka, the love of my life my sweet angel baby darling who never does any wrong; and pasha, demon void cat who followed me home 3 months before i moved countries (and wasn't that a headache and a half) and who's probably going to send someone (me) to an early grave.

two dogs: indy, looks exactly like a fox, found her in the desert outside the rescue centre and they refused to take her in. she's my little mountain dog. and alfie, who we rescued 6 months ago, and who is best described as 'imagine there's a velociraptor in your home but the velociraptor is on fire and also your home is on fire and also you are on fire and also'. he's majority german shorthaired pointer. iykyk.

13. how tall are you?

between 5'8 and 5'9

14. favorite subject in school?

i used to love maths because it required a lot less brain power and subjective answers than everything else. in uni, my forensic science classes, or the only enjoyable thing from my first time round at uni, some fake ass course to build up credits called 'the universe as an art' which consisted of going outside to look at the stars and writing a poem about the moon.

15. dream job.

training horses. which sort of was my job that i had to give up when i moved here :)

i think a lot of people have already been tagged but @yabagofmilfs @amandaleveille @girldewar @tblueger @masonshaws @babygirlspurgeon

[callsigndreadfrost]

Warm & Cozy Asks

Loke (Oracle version)

Do they get cold easily?

Nope. Just puts on a hoodie and he's out the door.

How do they warm up when cold?

If he thinks it's gonna get freakishly cold he bundles up as much as he can. Will drink his weight in coffee.

Do they wear jumpers (sweaters)? If so do they fit perfectly or are they baggy?

Absolutely not. He's more of a hoodies type of person.

Do they have a favourite hot drink? Tea? Coffee? Hot chocolate? Hot cider? If so, how do they take it?

Yeah, coffee. Black, two sugars, and cream. Loves hot chocolate. He didn't drink tea until he met Uthorim and he started to actually drink it. He prefers if the tea is sweetened. Even then it's a once in a while thing. If he could he'd shot coffee directly into his veins lol.

It's cold and wet outside, your OC has just come in the front door. What do they do to get warm?

Steaming hot shower. Like hot enough to turn the damn bathroom into a sauna kind of hot. This is assuming he's in his own apartment or any of his friends's or family. If not he'll just grin and put up with it till he can shower.

What's your OC's idea of a cozy night in?

Him and Uthorim snuggling up to each other on the sofa, snacks at the ready, Lyn (Loke's GSD) curled up next to them and watching a movie.

Does your OC have a particular trick to get them asleep at night?

Just puts his head on the pillow. That's it. The second he says he's going to sleep it's done, he's going to sleep.

Does your OC wear pyjamas to bed? Do they have a favourite set?

Just a t-shirt. That's it. Just a t-shirt. An old worn out Hellfest shirt he got when he, Jelani, Trevor, Angelus, Abigail, Ginger, Varg, Thor and some others went a few years ago. It has a small patched up hole where he got shot. Woohoo, 13 weeks with a shattered collarbone.

What side of the bed does your OC sleep on? Why is that?

He doesn't care, he'll sleep in whatever side he can get.

Does your OC nap easily?

More than a lazy ol' Basset Hound.

Does your OC enjoy a cuddle?

Yes! He loves to cuddle! He'll cuddle up to anyone willing to let him. Especially when he's sick. Extra especially if he's feeling some type of way, when he's like that he cuddles up a lot to the person he wants to fuck/get fucked by.

Does your OC enjoy a particular gesture of affection? Does it calm them?

Cuddling is one. Hugging will melt him. His very favorite is kissing though. He could be absolutely devastated, pissed the fuck off or scared out of his mind but if Uthorim gently grabs him and kisses him that guarantees he'll calm down.

There's another gesture but it's one shared by him and Jelani. They've been doing it since for-fucking-ever. If Loke or Jelani are feeling off, either depressed or scared or sometimes angry being reason they'll grab onto each other's shirt, jacket or sleeve. They don't even have to say anything to each other, they'll just know something's off and without words or even looking at each other the other will grab the other one's hand until the one grabbing on is ready to talk.

What makes your OC feel safe and secure?

Glossing over the separation anxiety he has that's only comforted and at ease as long as Jelani is close by and feels safe with him around or at the very least being able to talk to him (phone or chat). Hugs actually make him feel safe and secure. Hell, Uthorim's presence alone makes him feel at ease, comfy and secure.

What are some of your OC's comfort foods?

Grilled cheese sandwich or sweets and candy.

How much does your OC wrap up when they go outside? Hat, scarf, gloves and multi-layers or is the cold anything to them?

If we're talking freakishly cold temperatures he'll use scarves, gloves and heavy coats.

How light of a sleeper is your OC?

He's not. At all. He has 10 alarms and he won't hear the first 5 alarms. A grenade could go off in his room and he won't hear that. You literally have to shake him awake.

Can they fall asleep anywhere? Or are do they need an optimum condition to sleep in?

Loke can and will sleep anywhere and through anything. When that guy says he's going to sleep he means that shit. Weather, situation, place--doesn't matter, he's going to sleep.

What does a lazy morning consist of?

Bold of you to assume he gets up in the morning. Unless he has to he ain't waking up any earlier than 12:30. Mornings? lol no. But if he has to get up in the morning he moves at a snail's pace to get out of the bed, brushes teeth and showers, drinks coffee, gets dressed, makes breakfast for him and Uthorim or anyone else that came over in the morning, gets his pets their meals, eats breakfast and drinks more coffee, takes the dog out, comes back and drinks more coffee and then heads out to do whatever he has to do while internally cussing out society for functioning before 1:00 pm.

Does your OC prefer early nights or late mornings?

Late morning and by late mornings I mean early afternoon.

Do they hog the blankets?

No. He doesn't move around much when sleeping. In fact, he tends to scare people. Anyone that's shared a bed with him tends to freak out 'cause he barely moves, doesn't make a sound and is such a heavy sleeper that nothing wakes him up unless you shake him. Once he goes to sleep he cuddles up to whoever he's sleeping with and kinda doesn't really move much after that.

Does your OC have a favourite pillow? A favourite duvet set? A favourite cuddling toy? Blanket?

There's a sable fox stuffie his grandparents got him some years ago and Angelus and Ginger put a calming enchantment on it. If he's not feeling right he'll hold on to it and cuddle it. Enchantment activates with a squeeze and lasts for a while.

How would they solve the one bed and two people scenario? Could they share a bed?

IF the other person says they don't mind sharing a bed he'll share. If the other person isn't comfortable or is sick or injured he'll be okay with sleeping on a chair or sofa, hell, even the floor as long as he has a pillow. Most often though he'll offer the other person the bed.

Does your character have a favourite place to chill?

His brother's apartment. To be fair that's sorta where everyone kinda meets up but yeah, he likes to hang out with him there.

Where does your OC sit of there's not enough chairs at a gathering?

He'll take the floor, he doesn't really care. Or Uthorim's lap.

What's something your OC does to wind down after a long day?

Depends on how tired he is. If he's not too tired he'll shower and if he has nothing else he needs to do he'll spend a few hours playing video games. If he's too tired and Uthorim isn't home yet he'll shower and lay down on the sofa flipping between Twitch and YouTube. If Uthorim's home he'll shower, find his husband and cuddle up to him for as long as Uthorim can stand it.

Is your OC the one who receives the jacket or gives the jacket in their relationship?

Gives the jacket but let's be real Uthorim also gives the jacket even though Loke is super at ease with the cold. Both are caregivers so they tend to cancel each other out but Loke is gonna keep insisting if he sees Uthorim is cold. Please, the man was born and bred in a subarctic part of Norway. He didn't know what heat was until he was nearing his 50s.

Does your OC get any winter illnesses? If so, how badly do they get ill?

Not really, berserkers can get sick but he's mostly accompanied by non-humans who can't actually get sick and the few humans and other non-humans that can get sick all get vaccinated as well as him. But when he does get sick he gets hit with whatever is ailing him pretty hard.

Your OC has the sniffles. How do they handle it?

Anything that compromises the lungs will royally fuck him up because of the asthma. He doesn't handle fevers well, they fuck him up as well to the point of not being able to keep any solids down at all. He's super on point with meds and drinks twice as much water and get very, very needy.

Your OC has a sick day off. How do they spend it?

In bed. He doesn't go anywhere unless it's an emergency or to grab more snacks if he doesn't have a fever. He'll spend the entire day watching movies and sleeping.

Does your OC play with the thermostat/heating constantly or are they rigid about it's use?

Depends on the weather/season. If it's winter and really cold he'll keep it comfortably warm but not too hot. If it's 80 or above outside that thermostat is staying between 66 and 70 and gods help you if you dare to touch that thermostat.

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Chapter 13: They Help Keep You Sane

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Ghost possession doesn't happen often, but fatality rates are high. Even if an agent does survive, there are the aftereffects to worry about.

After surviving a possession, Lucy Carlyle struggles with recovery, delving ever deeper into the memories of Visitors and, in the process, stumbling into the world of blackmarket Sources.

Meanwhile, George Karim races to learn the truth behind ghost possession in order to protect Lucy and save future agents.

And Anthony Lockwood must face his own past with the London underworld if he wants to save his friends and himself.

-

In George's professional opinion, they were going to die in this house. Not that Lockwood would listen to him, paying little heed to his research or the simple facts of the matter—like the dozens of confirmed deaths and potential hauntings waiting for them inside Combe Carey. And those were just the ones they knew about. Clients asking for discretion, in his experience, had a nasty habit of practicing that discretion on unsuspecting agents.

A fact that particularly worried him since they now suspected John Fairfax was connected to the death of Annabel Ward.

"Even if he knew Annabel," Lockwood had said the night before, pacing the length of the kitchen. "And we don't know for sure that he did. What reason would he have to kill her?"

"The man who killed her was jealous," Lucy said. She stared down at George's research spread about the table, her tea growing cold. "Everyone thought she was involved with Hugo Blake, maybe that did it."

"That doesn't prove it was him."

George picked up the cufflink. "These initials say J.W.F. As in John William Fairfax. And think of the timing. We were investigating Annabel, very publically—"

Lockwood winced.

"And suddenly one of the richest men in London wants us to clear a mansion haunted six ways from Sunday? Come on, Lockwood. This is a death trap."

He stopped pacing and grabbed a ginger beer from the fridge instead. He stared at the floor as he cracked it open, took a swig, and sighed. Then he looked up, expression dark and determined, ready for a fight.

"What are we going to do about it then?" he said evenly. "This isn't enough evidence for DEPRAC to arrest him. And if we suddenly back out from this job, he'll be suspicious. He'll just come after us another way."

Lucy shrugged. "Then we take the job, gather more evidence, and then go to DEPRAC."

George tugged his glasses off and cleaned them roughly on the edge of his shirt. "You are both mad," he said.

And now, the next day, standing in front of Combe Carey Hall, cold wind nudging him forward, he knew he was mad too for going along with them.

He worried the most about Lucy. She was clearly still connected to Annabel, and as helpful as that connection had been for their investigation, who could say how far the ghost's influence reached. She seemed distant and nervous as they went inside, pausing in the doorway as no agent in their right mind ever would. She said nothing of it, but he couldn't shake the sense that something was wrong.

And a good agent trusted their senses.

"Doesn't look very red."

Every nerve ending vibrated under George's skin as they entered the Red Room, only worsening when he touched one of the walls. Sometimes he hated that his strength mainly lied in Touch, making it easy to identify Sources and the emotions trapped inside them, but little else. He often felt useless in comparison to Lucy and Lockwood's Talents—how he lacked all the gory details of death. Instead, George felt needles digging into his skin, chills at the back of his neck, and the overwhelming sense that something stood just behind him, out of sight. 

A lot of people had died gruesomely in this room, he didn't need to See or Hear anything to know that. Still, he couldn't help feeling annoyed that his Sense provided no more specifics beyond the horror threatening to choke him.

He was grateful, just then, for Lockwood's brash confidence and near-unfailing ability to pull them all together, away from fear. He kept them focused, grounded, the chief of their little triumvirate. They laid chains and took measurements and waited, steeling their nerves.

Then, any doubt that Fairfax had no ulterior motive died when the door slammed shut and locked behind them. Fear tried to turn him to rock, but George hadn't once worked at Fittes for nothing—he pushed through the sharp panic and malaise and set about searching for a way out, all the while keeping one eye on the temperature.

"Stop that tapping."

It soon became very clear how the Red Room got its name as thick waves of blood slid down the walls, dripping from the chandelier—its crystals now glowing red—pooling onto the floor and creeping towards them. He suddenly felt like he was drowning, blood filling his lungs. It could not truly be blood. It had to be plasm.

But Lucy was right, the cloying metallic smell of fresh blood nearly suffocated him.

Then suddenly, they broke through the wall into the older, built-over layer of the house and slammed the iron door shut behind them, heaving air in and out of their lungs as they tried to get their bearings.

"Believe me… about Fairfax… now?" George huffed.

Lockwood stood bent over, hands on his knees. "Yes, yes, you were right," he said, sounding far more put together than he looked, as covered in gypsum dust as he was. He looked up, flashed a grin. "Happy now?"

"No," George said. "Not until we get out of here and I've had a doughnut and at least three cups of tea."

"Lucy?"

She stood, leaning against the stone wall of the little tunnel they found themselves in, eyes glazed over.

"I can't… breathe," she said faintly. He half expected her ribs to crack for the force of her breathing.

"It's alright, Luce. We're going to find a way out of here," Lockwood said and reached to lay a hand on her shoulder.

She flinched away from him, staring wide and unfocused, hand going to her neck. Lockwood looked hurt and surprised, like she'd slapped him.

"Lucy," George managed, coughing a little. "Can you tell me where you are?"

Her head snapped around to find him. "I…" She faltered, then seemed to rally something inside herself. "Combe Carey… Combe Carey Hall."

"And who are you with? What are our names?"

"George…" She took an even breath, less frantic than before. "George Karim. Anthony Lockwood."

"Do you know who you are?"

Then her eyes cleared, light returning to her. She met his gaze steadily.

"I'm Lucy Carlyle."

"Too right." George took his glasses off and did what he could to clear the dust from the lenses.

A corner of her mouth lifted in the theory of a smile and she nodded to him, which he took as thanks, then she pushed off the wall and led the way through the spiderwebs, down the tunnel.

As they followed her, Lockwood bent his head towards George and quietly asked, "How'd you know to do that?"

"In the interviews with possession survivors, they all talked about how their teammates pulled them out of the Visitor's grip. For every case, they had strong bonds with their teams, agents who'd worked together for years, siblings, or partners. See, it wasn't chance or Talent that saved them from the dead." He leveled a firm look at Lockwood, glasses glinting in the dim light of their torches. "It was their connection to the living."

"And those questions…"

George shrugged. "She's a Listener, isn't she? She needs something real to listen to."

Lockwood didn't exactly scowl, but his face drew itself in close as he looked at something George couldn't see, something inside himself.

"Right. Of course. Something real," he muttered.

[silvaswiftcast]

FFxivWrite2023 Prompt #13: Check

Characters: Silva Cataracta, Ricmorn Cataracta, and Hien Rijin

Rating: Explicit

Notes: Words contained in [brackets] are in another language, in this case, it's Doman.

Content Warnings/Additional Tags: Polyamory Relationship (V Relationship), M/F/M relationship, Kissing, Nudity, Biting/Marking, Groping, Suggestive/Sexual Themes, Foreplay, Praise Kink, Hair Pulling/Tugging, Dom/Sub Tones, Light Bondage, Vaginal Fingering, Leading up to Sex, Threesome.

Dark. Everything was dark. Wait, no— That wasn’t right, and Silva knew that.

What word was she looking for?

Hazy. That’s the word she was looking for. 

Everything around her was hazy through her half-lidded eyes, almost as if fog blanketed the bedroom, but it was just her brain playing tricks on her. Black shadows danced on the cream-colored walls from lit candles scattered about. She could make out some of the objects they belonged to in her daze. Books, shelves lined with knick-knacks, and decorative dividers the owner used to separate the more intimate parts of the room from the rest.

And the figures of the two men looming over her, whispering sweet praises of how good she was being for them. Their heartfelt words never failed to make her heart flutter as they washed over her.

The soft warm orange-gold glow the tall sticks of wax gave off heightened the faint mist clinging to the air. Even though the candles were away from the bed and the smooth silk sheets she laid on, the Au Ra could have sworn she felt the heat they gave off. But perhaps that was the heat of desire rushing through her veins — painting her light blue-gray skin a pretty shade of lilac.

Because she felt warm everywhere, burning even from the inside out. By the gods and kami, it felt amazing.

“Breathe for us, Silv,” someone murmured beside her ivory horn. A quiet whimper escaped her lips when they trailed their fingers against the flat edge of it, wanting them to do it again. Wanting to feel how the tender touch made sparks of levin jump along her frayed nerves. “It won’t do us any good should you faint before the real fun begins because that pretty head of yours is elsewhere.”

Silva listened, taking a deep breath of air. Scents of fresh lavender, lemongrass, and cedar filled her senses, followed by hints of bright citrus, ginger, and sandalwood. Aromas belonging to each of her lovers, respectively. But were the smells coming from them, the candles, or the oil they rubbed into her skin and scales? Or a combination of all three?

It didn’t matter. They were scents she loved and drove her wild in moments like this.

The sound of pleased hums at her shaky exhale bounced around in her horns. Her eyes flicked toward the source of the closest one, vibrant sea-green pools melting into bright blue ones. Ricmorn gave her a blinding smile full of white teeth and fangs, and she felt her heart stop for a moment.

“Again,” he teased.

She took another long breath as he suggested, feeling her lungs expand as her chest rose and fell. A low growl of approval rumbled in his throat, and the deep noise went straight to her core.

Gods—

His face hovered over hers, and the raw look of want in his gaze threatened to drown her. “Good girl,” he whispered against her lips.

She whined at the praise, her long tail swishing against the silk sheets. “Ricmorn—”

Whatever else Silva wanted to say after her husband’s name died on her tongue the second his mouth found hers, hot and hungry. His beige-scaled tail wrapped around her long ivory one. She was more than happy to surrender herself to his fervent kisses. For their lips to meld over and over until it wasn’t enough, and he needed to have the taste of her on his tongue — to steal the air from her lungs himself. 

He always did.

It wasn’t long before he became greedy. She parted her lips for him at the faintest swipe of his tongue, moaning into his mouth when the wet, malleable muscle found hers to tangle and dance with. One of his hands tenderly cupped her face, tilting her head more in his direction. The other large palm sought her short purple and magenta waves. Another groan escaped the Auri woman when his digits weaved into the soft strands. 

How unfair. She wanted to bury her fingers in his snow-white hair. To graze the tips of them against the rough scales along his jawline and his forward-curved horns. Or even better, reach behind and wrap a hand around his weeping cock, wanting to hear how he would growl and moan with desire as she pumped him. 

But her hands were bound behind her back with midnight blue silk ropes. A blessing and a curse, she quickly realized. She didn’t regret it, though.

So deep, long, wet kisses would have to do for now. She knew if she tried to pull away from Ricmorn too soon, he would tug on the strands to keep her in place until he had his fill of her. The thought alone was almost enough to make her squeeze her thighs together as liquid pleasure simmered in her lower belly — almost.

The other man in the room wouldn’t let her keep her legs closed for too long.

Silva was vaguely aware of another set of strong hands roaming over her nude body, leaving no patch of oil-slick skin and scale untouched, as Ricmorn continued to kiss her. They grazed along her sides and breasts, playfully plucked at stiff nipples before rolling the buds between fingers, pulling all sorts of small noises from her. She could feel her husband grin wickedly against her mouth as he swallowed all her cries.

Soft chuckles sounded in her horns over the rush of blood circling in them. If her mouth wasn’t already busy, she would have a retort lined up for them.

“Look at you, [wildflower,] being so good for us — behaving so well.”

A happy hum, though muffled, rumbled in her chest at another round of praise. She heard the quiet "pop" of a vial opening — the one with the warm oil in it — and grew curious. Wasn’t her body already covered in it? Her cunt was slick enough as it was to easily allow penetration.

The answer to her question soon arrived, and it left her utterly breathless.

Long fingers slick with oil found her wet sex, teasing along her outer folds. The feeling of light tingles dancing along the sensitive area gave her pause, letting herself explore the strange but not unwelcome sensation. It wasn’t something she’d experienced before. Finding that she didn’t mind it, she returned her focus on returning her husband’s kisses — but not before wiggling her hips to let her other lover know he could continue touching her.

The wandering digits soon moved deeper into her slick slit, probing at her entrance but not going all the way inside. Keeping the Au Ra on the fine line of being teased as they toyed with her. It wasn’t long before Silva was whining and whimpering with need, forcing herself to tear her mouth away from Ricmorn’s when the electrifying tingles grew stronger. Heavy pants left her as she tried to catch her breath. But it was hard to do when her mind grew hazy letting her husband decorate her neck and throat with marks of teeth as he pleased while trying to find a moment of lucidity.

And when the fingers pressed circles to her swollen clit, the stimulating oil sending bright specks of levin up her spine, she couldn’t help but yelp and buck her hips.

“Seven fucking—” she rasped, squeezing her eyes shut. “Fuck!”

Gods and kami be good, she wanted more of whatever that was.

Both of her partners stopped what they were doing immediately, giving her a chance to find herself again.

“Shit— Silva, are you okay?”

When Silva opened her eyes again, she found Hien looming over her now along with Ricmorn. The sight of his pretty peridot orbs filled with concern instead of lust broke her heart.

She tried dismissing his worry, wetting her lips. “I’m fine! I’m— Why’d you stop?”

Her question erased some of the tension in his shoulders. “I would be a horrible partner if I didn’t check in with you to make sure you’re alright, silly girl,” he said, smiling at her. “Especially if we’re trying something new.” 

“We both would be horrible partners if we didn’t,” Ricmorn agreed, brushing some of her damp hair out of her face.

“I promise I’m okay!” she laughed. “No need to fret and worry over me. I just wasn’t expecting… whatever that was, is all.”

“It felt good then, yes?”

Shyness washed over her at the curious glint in the young lord’s gaze and she forced herself to look away. “I— Y-yes, it felt very nice,” she mumbled, the point of her tail twitching.

If she had continued to look at him, she would have noticed the spark of playfulness in his eyes. “So… does that mean this feels good?”

Her breath caught in her throat when his fingers returned to her clit, teasing the swollen bundle of nerves. He repeated the slow circles until her parted thighs shook, savoring the whimpers coming from her.

“Y-yes!” she bit out, pleasure rushing through her.

“What about this, hm?”

A long string of curses spilled from her lips when he inserted not one or two, but three fingers into her leaking cunt ever so slowly. Her curses quickly dissolved into breathy sighs and moans when he lazily thrust them into her, pressing his thumb to her clit for more stimulation. And when he curled them—

“A-ahhh— Fuck!”

“That’s it, [wildflower,]” Hien hummed in approval. “Sing for us.”

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Wrongfully Accused Part 14 (Lucifer X Reader)

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Things went smoothly for the next two months. You and Lucifer were happy. He passed every random drug test and visit Billie threw at him. Lucifer got his license renewed. As you predicted Bobby did end up liking him enough to give him his own car to keep and fix up. An old 1985 black Porsche. That's how you knew Bobby considered him a hard worker. He only gave the really good old cars to the employees who did the best and most work. Jessica and Sam were getting more anxious as Jessica just entered her eighth month mark. You were standing in your kitchen. Today was the day you were finally gonna tell your brothers about you and Lucifer. You were especially worried about how Dean would react. You know your oldest brother. It was more than likely not gonna end well. You grabbed a ginger ale from the fridge as Lucifer walked out of the bathroom ready for work. Your stomach always acted up when you were nervous. "You sure you wanna do this?" he asked as he walked over and gently rubbed your back.

"It's time they knew," you told him, "especially if we decide to go to your dad's book thing,". He nodded

"Ok, well call me if you need me," he said kissing your forehead "Bobby will let me go early if he knows you're upset,". You grabbed your bag and keys. Bobby was the only one who knew you were together and though he didn't like it he promised to keep it between you three.

"Have a good day my sexy mechanic," you said giving him a kiss. He softly patted your butt as you left. You got settled in your car and tried to calm your nerves. You hated feeling so nervous. "I can do this" you chanted to yourself as you headed off to the restaurant you decided to meet your brothers at. You decided on a public place so hopefully, your brothers wouldn't make a scene. You pulled up to the restaurant and cut off your engine. "You can do this," you told yourself again. You grabbed your bag and threw your keys in it before getting out of the car. You scanned the parking lot and spotted Dean's Impala so you knew they were already here. You walked in and up to the hostess.

"Can I help you?" she asked

"Yes, I'm looking for a table under the name of Winchester?" you told her.

"Yes, right over here," she said walking you to a corner booth where your brothers waited. She handed you a menu and went back to her podium.

"Hey Y/N," Dean said getting up and hugging you.

"Hey little one," Sam greeted pulling out your chair for you.

"Hey guys," you said sitting down, "have you ordered yet?".

"Not yet," Dean said, "what's this news?". You wanted to tell them but not too soon.

"Later," you told him, "let's just talk for a bit,". So you and your brothers enjoyed your lunch and talked. You listened intently as Dean bragged about taking down a killer who proudly called himself Hitler So now Dean goes around saying he killed Hitler. Which is completely something his goofball self would say. Sam went on about his worries over being a dad soon. You knew he could do it.

"Come on Y/N, we've finished eating," Dean said, "tell us what you need to tell us,". You took a calming breath as your stomach started to feel queasy again.

"Ok, but before I do I want you two to remember I am a smart woman and I am fully grown got it?" you asked and they nodded. "Sam you remember that pin pal project you started for your law class?" you asked. He nodded. "well one of the guys caught my eye," you admitted.

"Y/N did you enter the program?" Sam asked.

"Not exactly," you said.

"What does that mean?" Dean asked confused.

"I snuck a file out of the folder," you admitted, "the guy just caught my attention and we started writing each other and now we're in love,".

"Y/N most of these guys could be dangerous" Sam pointed out.

"He's not," you said.

"Who is he?" Sam asked. This was the moment you knew they'd freak out, but like you told Lucifer you were tired of hiding him. You looked your brother straight in the eye and confidently answered.

"Lucifer Shurley," you said.

"No, absolutely not Y/N," Dean said.

"Dean you are not dad," you pointed out, "and we've been dating for a while and it's been the best relationship I've ever had,".

"He's a criminal Y/N!" Dean said raising his voice causing people to look over at your table. You didn't care.

"No he's not," you said, "He was accused wrongly of a crime,".

"Oh come on Y/N," Dean argued, "did you really fall for whatever sob story he sold you?".

"It's not a sob story!" you spoke a little louder than you meant to, "Lucifer's story has never not once changed Dean,".

"He ripped his own father off Y/N," he pointed out, "stole from his own parent,".

"Oh please Dean," you said, "everyone knows how shady Father Shurley is,".

"He's always done the best for the town," Dean pointed out.

"No Dean he kisses up to the biggest names to keep funding for his lame ass books," you corrected.

"His books aren't that bad," Dean said.

"Seriously Dean?" you asked raising your eyebrow, "have you even read any of them?"

"Well, no," he said, "but people talk about them all the time,".

"Yeah and do the stories sound at all familiar?" you asked.

"What?" he asked confused.

"Like his novel A Fated Hunt. It's literally about dad accidentally killing Jo's dad during a deer hunt,". you pointed out, "and how her mom never fully got over it,".   "So he wrote a story matching a real life event doesn't mean anything," Dean said.

"Or the story of Sam's tiny drug use in college," he asked, "which he cheesily titled Demon Blood,".

"I guess that was bad," he agreed.

"And what about his book about you?" you asked.

"Me?" he asked back confused.

"Heart Throb," you said, "he talked about how you were the lady's man of the high school and how you had that daddy scare with Lisa Brady,".

"Oh yeah, I still don't see how he knew about Ben," he admitted.

"He probably paid Lisa to tell him," you pointed out.

"Look it doesn't matter," he said standing up, "he isn't good enough for you Y/N".

"He is beyond good for me Dean!" you said getting up, "You don't have to like it Dean. But you will not big brother your way into breaking us up and you will not tell me who I can and can not date! I love him and he loves me," you grabbed your stuff and hurried out of the restaurant. Dean started to head after you but Sam stopped him.

"Dean, she's right," Sam said, "it's her life,".

"He's an ex con Sam!" he argued.

"I know and yeah I'm worried too, but she's not a little girl anymore,".

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1. Stomach flu or food poisoning?

2. More focus on nausea or the actual vomiting?

3. Sickie telling caretaker from the get go that they feel nauseous or hiding it until the last possible minute?

4. Sickie throwing up on themselves or throwing up on the caretaker?

5. Shy flustered sickie or shy flustered caretaker?

6. Being described as turning extremely pale before being sick or being described as looking green?

7. Extremely long build up of nausea or sickie has a minute of nausea and make a big mess because they didn’t have enough time to find a bin?

8. Calm caretaker, frantic sickie or calm sickie, frantic caretaker?

9. Someone with a super sensitive tummy puking frequently or an iron strong stomach person getting sick for the first time in years?

10. Throwing up from over eating or throwing up from eating something that doesn’t agree with them?

11. Food sitting uncomfortably in sickie’s stomach, but it won’t come up or having nothing in their stomach but still frequently bringing up bile?

12. Throwing up from a having a bad migraine or throwing up from having a bad stomach ache?

13. Only being able to throw up a little every couple of hours or getting it all up at once?

14. Humiliated because they threw up in a crowded area or humiliated because they threw up in front of the last person they wanted to see?(ex: crush, enemy, boss)

15. Describing nausea as ‘swirling’ or ‘churning’?

16. Caretaker rubbing sickie’s stomach to help settle their tummy or pressing on the sickie’s stomach, so they can get it out and over with?

17. Sickie breaking down and admitting they have been feeling ill all day or caretaker can tell something is wrong and confronts them?

18. Word ‘tummy’ or ‘belly’?

19. Seasick or carsick?

20. 1 person sick, 2 caretakers or 2 people sick, 1 caretaker?

21. Chunky or liquid?

22. Can’t make it to the toilet: throw up in the bathtub or sink?

23. Holding hair their own hair back or someone else holding their hair?

24. Coughing up puke or burping it up?

25. Projectile vomiting that will need to be cleaned up or a more controlled stream that is easily flushed away?

26. Drinking Sprite or chewing on ginger to settle nausea?

27. Going extremely quite before throwing up or panicking?

28. ‘Upset tummy’ or ‘ sour stomach’?

29. Mistaking nausea as butterflies or mistaking butterflies as nausea?

30. Sickie gets caretaker sick: is fully recovered and can return the favour and look after caretaker, or is still under the weather and is having a difficult time helping?

31. Throwing up while showering or throwing up while in bed?

32. ‘Vomit’ or ‘puke’?

33. Sickfic with tons of fluff or angst?

34. Food sensitive stomach or nerve sensitive tummy?

35. Throwing up after coughing too hard or throwing up from being extremely dizzy?

36. A simple “I don’t feel so good” or “I’m going to throw up”?

37. Person that throws up a lot on a regular basis and is extremely fed up or person hasn’t thrown up in years and is desperate too? (ex: wants to remember what it feels like, wants to get out of something)

38. Throwing up during a test or presentation?

39. Tight clothing that makes the stomach feel worse or loose clothing, so the sickie gets a little relief?

40. Sickie is has been overworked and under a lot of stress recently, refusing to take a break until they are so overwhelmed it makes then physical ill or having a relaxing lazy day that is ruined from becoming sick halfway through ?