#withered oil cookie

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Date Continuation

Shadow Milk Cookie was rather curious about what had just happened. He had just finished up his date, when he happened to notice something odd in the forests around the Fairy Kingdom.

Strange machines - odd angular devices glowing with a strange green liquid - were following him and…just watching. Not doing anything else, just watching.

While he always liked an audience, the idea of these things spying on him - during his date - was not welcome. So, he began looking into them. Which led to this.

One of the odd devices was floating before him, projecting an odd panel from a sphere on its front. Said panel had words written on it in a much lighter green than the rest of the panel. What the words said was just as interesting as the machine.

Please come to the Simmering Swamps. I want to talk. (APPRECIATE THE CALMNESS OF THIS MESSAGE). - Withered Oil Cookie.

For a moment, he wasn’t sure who this was - and then, it clicked in his head.

Oh, Gleaming Oil Cookie! …or, well, Withered Oil Cookie.

Actually, now that he thought about it…after he and the other Beasts turned on the Witches, he never saw her again. He thought that she had just gone into hiding, or maybe died in what happened…

But it seems she had changed too. And she wanted to see him.

…he was pretty sure there weren’t any swamps on this continent though.

-

Turns out, there was a swamp on this continent! It was where the Ravenous Forest used to be. (Which was probably one of the other’s fault. Or his. Either or.)

The massive, wide-ranging woodland was now almost entirely a swamp. The air was muggy and hot, pushing down on everything around it. The mangrove trees scattered throughout the marsh seemed ill, yet also clearly still alive and thriving, some of them dripping with a neon green…sap? Whatever it was, there were pools of it scattered around, contrasting drastically with the foggy water of the rest of the swamp.

…also, it had been an hour and Shadow Milk still hadn’t found where Withered Oil Cookie was, so that was frustrating.

Eventually, however, he saw something new - a green ball of light had just shot up into the sky, which was very likely to be her.

The green ball expanded out into a full message. I’M OVER HERE, CURDLE!

…yeah, it was definitely Oil. She was the only one that called him that. Many times over.

Shadow Milk lifted into the air and zoomed through the forest, soon arriving in a clearing; there was a large puddle of the strange substance off to the side, and standing right before him was Withered Oil Cookie.

She looked very different from what he remembered. Back before…everything that happened, she had her hair tied back behind her head in a ponytail. She wore a visor over her eyes while she was brewing potions (and when she wasn’t), and a green robe with darker green accents. She constantly had a bag filled with potions hanging from her side.

Now? Her hair hung down over most of her face, covering her eyes. She was wearing a metallic jumpsuit with various green tubes across it, bubbling with that same odd sap. Black ‘rubber’ was at each of her joints, and on her right arm was a much larger gauntlet that seemed to be loaded with more capsules of that sap…and that was clearly a cannon embedded in the palm.

She smiled at him, her extremely wide grin twitching. “Curdle! It’s so good to see you again! I wasn’t sure if I would after the witches sealed you away for so long I couldn’t keep track of it and was constantly wondering if you would ever be freed.” Her right eye twitched. (which was pretty concerning.)

“It’s good to see you too, Oil. What’ve you been up to since-”

“Oh well Curdle I’ve been building a lot of stuff like my super observer bots the ones that sent you a message to meet here a super awesome under-swamp base where I can see everything from there’s also this cool jumpsuit that I loaded with weapons and powered with eternal oil that’s the green stuff i also made a bunch of defense systems to protect me a really big super mecha so i can finally be big like you a therapy machine that really didn’t work and i didn’t want to mention that last one aaaaa-”

Right. That was definitely concerning. Especially since her expression shifted several times in that whole…ramble. And she was constantly twitching. And also the mention of a therapy machine.

“Oil…what did you need a therapy machine for.” Shadow Milk said, (comparatively) stern.

“Nothing important! I just need to not think about it at all and focus on everything else, building stuff, my crippling loneliness, random balls of sugar fluff-”

“What happened to you?”

And it was that moment that Shadow Milk realized he asked the wrong question.

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Why are they doing this? What did I do?

“If the Heroes turned on us, whose to say this one won’t as well?”

“It would be best if we disposed of them before they grow too strong.”

I’m scared…Shadow Milk, where are you?

“We could seal them away now…but then they could break free later…”

“Perhaps we could simply crumble them? It would save time.”

I don’t understand…

“I have a suggestion, my creators. All I need is access to the Oven.”

“You wish to rebake this one, Blinding Syrup Cookie? It is not a bad idea…”

What are they talking about?

“Not quite, my creators. All I truly need is the heat.”

“...very well, Blinding Syrup Cookie. You may.”

…What’s he doing? Stay back!

“And thus, the flames of perdition ignite. They grant my chains their searing grip, so I may enact the Witches' will.”

“You shall never turn against the divine, like your monstrous ‘heroes’.”

…

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Shadow Milk Cookie had no idea what happened, only that he really messed up. One moment, he was asking a very loaded question (he realizes that now), the next, Withered Oil’s eyes just completely blanked out before she fell to the ground, writhing in utter madness. And her screams…

He had heard a lot of screams over the years, but that scream?

It was different.

It was wrong.

Before he even knew what he was doing, he moved. He dove for Withered Oil Cookie and grabbed her smaller arm, even as she lashed out with her gauntlet upon contact. It didn’t hurt that much, and slowly but surely, Oil came back to her senses.

She stared at Shadow Milk Cookie in silence for a moment, before she lunged and-

Hugged him. (he did not expect that.)

She whispered something under her breath. “Please don’t leave me again.”

“I…I don’t want to be alone…”

…eventually, Shadow Milk returned the hug.

-

I’m concerned i wrote Shadow Milk out of character.

Also, if you see any shipping in this…DON’T.

There is no shipping here. Only sibling relationship. Shadow Milk is the elder brother theater gremlin and Withered Oil is the younger sister throws-stuff-in-a-pot-and-weaponizes-it gremlin.

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Withered Date Support

(originally shared on @cookierunauprompts)

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Withered Oil Cookie had a mission. A mission that she could not falter in! A mission that would dictate the FATE. OF. ALLLLLLLLLLL-

That ‘all’ would continue to go on in the back of her mind, as with one of her many telescopes, she observed the location that her OTP-Ensurance-Camera-Spider-Bots had predicted would be the most likely space for Curdle’s (Shadow Milk, as a reminder) date.

For you see, in the years since the Beasts were sealed, Withered Oil had become many things. One of the less worrying things, but still worrying, was that she had become a shipper.

And now that one of her friends had been released (and would be staying released or SO HELP HER SHE WOULD TAKE THE ULTIMATE-OIL-ROBO-SCREECHER AND-), she could finally make sure that everything would go good for them!

BY UNLEASHING THE FULL FORCE OF HER IMPECCABLE MADNESS UPON THE TOP RIGHT CORNER OF THE LEFT ARMPIT OF ANYONE THAT TRIED TO INTERRUPT!

The only sign of the screaming rant within Withered Oil’s mind was a slight twitch in her right eye, as she continued to observe the area.

…Oh. A Fairy Cookie?

THEY MUST BE LAUNCHED!

-

A few minutes later, a green comet happened to hit the outskirts of the Fairy Kingdom. When the fairies investigated, they found a very dazed fairy cookie lying in a crater.

-

Good. The launchification worked. Now, back to PROTECTION!

And thus, Withered Oil Cookie continued to observe.

-(Many launchings, punches, whirlwind specials, and other various insane fighting techniques later)-

YEEEEEEESSSS! THE DATE IS SUCCESSFUL!!!!

Various celebratory screeches echoed in Withered Oil’s mind, and the only reason she didn’t join in in reality was that she didn’t want to interrupt the date.

And she just realized that, in her frantic protection of the date, she didn’t even look at who Curdle was dating. (which was both very stupid and honestly impressive she was there the whole time how did she miss that)

So, she took a quick look!

…

Huh.

Well, good for both of them! Looks like my chart was correct!

I should probably go now.

[dancingbabya-notes]

In my defense…

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So things don’t usually go well when this is the opening phrase, right? So what shenanigans have arisen?

Characters: Mirio, Amajiki, Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Shinso, Kaminari, Kirishima

Tw: mentions of serious injury and blood

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Mirio

You watched the chaos that was your apartment, somehow only the stove was on fire. The force of your quirk whips around as you bring your wings in to prevent the feathers from attracting the flames. Your lovely and wonderful boyfriend rubbed the back of his head as your little brother looked away awkwardly.

Killing the fire quickly you kneaded at your brow. “What happened? I’m not mad, I'm just curious.”

“We wanted to make breakfast for you,” your little brother mumbles. “You’re always working and breaking your back trying to do everything I

“It wasn’t a big fire, and in my defense I didn’t know you hadn’t used your stove in so long.” Mirio winces.

You went to argue but he was right. Since moving into the apartment you barely used the gas stove, ordering take out. It was possibly the after effects of the oil you’d spilled when cleaning recently.

“Ugh, you guys are too sweet. We should probably… call the landlord. I’m gonna have to pay for all the damages,” you grumble. “Let’s buy breakfast instead, that was terrifying.”

Amajiki

Being clumsy was not a trait anyone would assign to you, you were just plain unlucky. During the first year you dropped your backpack out of the open window, only to follow it shortly after. Second year was much the same but you had over ordered on the wrong fabric. At the beginning of third year, there was a first year who wanted to show you her quirk to help with her support items and teleported you in the wrong spot, because you didn’t want others to know your weight.

But never have you had any incidents when it came to the hero course. Until now. Laying on your back with a weight on top of you. Your friend had passed out for some reason, and you were the closest person who could keep him from falling and hurting himself. The miscalculation in your weight classes was an oversight.

“That fucking smarts, did I bust my head on the desk?” You hiss still trying to keep steady incase Amajiki rolls off your chest or any other dangerous things happen.

“You alright there y/n?”

You nod. “Can you help me get Amajiki off?”

“Tamaki should be able to get up on his own, he’s awake.” Mirio laughs.

Looking at him it was undeniable that he was awake. Good then you could get up. About ten minutes later you stood awkwardly in the only available uniform. Your previous one had ripped.

“So how did that happen? And better yet, how did Tamaki notice?” Someone laughs practically rolling with laughter.

“I was working on some stuff earlier I guess I forgot my uniform had a few cuts,” you huff. “I’m my defense, a quirk like mine makes it hard to do a lot of stuff.”

Amajiki frowns. “That just means you need to treasure yourself more.”

“It was my clothes that were cut, not me. We’re good,” you chuckle.

Midoriya

Digging your hand deeper into the gaping wound you glare. “What’s your excuse this time Zuzu? I’ve already pulled out six bullets so enlighten me.”

The green haired man withering a bit as you did this. “I’m sorry cookie.”

“What’s the court ruling?” Bakugo huffs.

“In- in my defense the people we usually go after don’t have weapons like that,” Midoriya winces.

Pulling the last findable bullet out you sneer at the shiny items laying on the ground. “You’re fucking lucky I love you, this wasn’t the rearranging of guts I meant.”

Peeling off the gloves you take his hand in yours watching the skin stitch itself back together as your quirk begins working immediately upon the skin on sun contact.

“I know, cookie.” He laughs, it was sounding better than when he stumbled into your clinic.

“Don’t ever talk about that again,” Bakugo clicks his tongue before turning away.

You raise a brow. “Did you forget I could read minds or were you ignoring the fact you thought about it? I didn’t know you thought of us that way Kacchan.”

“Shut your fucking mouth, Dumbass!” He storms away and you snicker.

Midoriya seemed to be matching the sheets of the cot he was laying in. “Cookie, what did you see?”

You smirk. “Nothing I’m legally allowed to say.”

Bakugo

You kneeled on the ground with your arms above your head. Aizawa wasn’t even your teacher, you and Bakugo were temporarily on the campus as guests. But that didn’t mean you were gonna sit still.

“This is your fucking fault.” Bakugo growls kneeling next to you with his arms also above his head.

“In my defense I didn’t know how much water was exactly in the air tonight. I had absolutely no idea that you left the pool uncovered,” you avert your eyes from Aizawa’s piercing gaze.

“L/N.”

“You told my I have to get better at-

Bakugo clicks his tongue and you snap.

“Oh I’m sorry, mister, let's see how much we’ve grown. I was the one who thought it’d be better not to cause mass property damage and asked before we used training ground six,” you hiss.

Had the teacher not used his cloth on you both there probably would have been property damage. “It’s not my fault someone still can’t control their quirk.”

Aizawa uses the cloth to cover your mouth. “For the love of, I’ve seen you at each other’s throats for three years. Shut up, I don’t care who started it, the repair costs will be coming out of both your salaries courtesy of your employers.”

You sneer at your boyfriend.

“And try not to be late for tomorrow’s training. You both will be fighting against all six hero course classes.” He releases the cloth and you frown.

“This is your fault.” You mumble before getting to your feet only to wobble because your legs fell asleep.

Bakugo catches you. “It’s your fault dumbass.”

Kirishima

“I didn’t mean this when I said we needed to change things up.” You grumble.

Oh what a wonderful life it’d been, you would have been much happier if you didn’t come for a family of heroes.

“You can use tesseract, ‘be a hero’ he said. You’ll do some good even get recognized,” you pant trying to keep up with your friend.

“Well you don’t go out much.”

The dead look your eyes sent him. “I dunno, maybe it’s because our faces are plastered everywhere in Kyoto?!”

Kirishima gives you a heart clenching smile. “In my defense I can hardly take my eyes off you when we train.”

“This is not the time to be flirting,” you snap, there had to be a way out of this. You did not ask to be a popular hero, just a useful one.

Kaminari

In your many years of living you’d never seen anyone make a mess like your husband and three children. The children made messes on their own but for some reason when their father was involved it got worse. How they got handprints on the ceiling was beyond you. But as you cross your arms and your three boys and baby girl seem to right themselves you could only sigh.

“Teru, Meru. You two take a bath first. I’ll give Ruri a bath later. For now I need to talk to Daddy.” You order.

The children with a way out scuttle away as your newest addition to the family moves to you almost proud as she points to the things she did.

“Y/n..” Denki tried to bring your attention to him but you simply sent a glare. “In my defense I was out numbered.”

“Denki, our children don’t even amount to your height, or weight, put together. I would like you to come up with a better excuse and quickly.” You huff.

He chuckles nervously pointing to the wall that had previously been white. “They wanted to make a gift for you.”

“Protecor,” Ruri smiles, presenting the messy mural.

Sighing you frown. “You win, but you’re gonna be helping me fix the floor and ceiling.”

“Speaking of, Ruri has a quirk now. Surprise?”

Shinso

This wasn’t a predicament you expected to find yourself in, fighting with your two cats. But for some reason you noticed recently that they spent way more time with your boyfriend than you did.

“Hiru, Yoru, I said it’s not fair.” You glare.

‘He’s our master.’ ‘Of course we spend time with him.’ 

Your ability to read animals' minds has its perks and downsides. Perks were you could figure out exactly what your pets needed. The down side… you’ve had rather uncomfortable conversations with  mice and even…bugs. But using it like this was getting on your nerves.

“Fine, if that’s how it’s gonna be. I’m going back to my parents house. At least Milk and Tea will show me more affection than you two,” you huff.

Grabbing your backpack you start putting clothes inside while your cats try to stop you. Not that they could successfully get in certain spots quick enough. As you got your phone and keys you heard the door open.

Quickly you dash for it grabbing your shoes. “Since I’m not desired here I’m leaving.”

“What’s going on here?” Hitoshi groans barely in the door while you stand outside in your socks.

You huff. “They don’t want me here anymore. So I’m leaving.”

“You’re fighting with the cats.” He sighs.

“In my defense it was my idea we adopt them in the first place.” You pout before walking away.

“See you tomorrow Y/n.”

You wave. “I also took all the extra treats with me. I’ll see you three in a week.”

Being shunned by your own fur children karma was a cruel mistress indeed.

Todoroki

Holding your breath you had to quiet every single signal your body was sending you. Everything looked fine. Everything would be fine. 

“Sho? Um baby, why exactly is Ikuyo on fire?” You ask slowly.

Shoto looks at you for a long moment before saying. “She wanted to.”

“No, I hear you. I am hearing the words… Why are you two roasting marshmallows in the fire that is Ikuyo?” Trying to show them the problem you groan. “I live in a house of my own making.”

He frowns. “In my defense she said you were okay with it.”

“Oh did she know? Ikuyo…” you took a breath. “I’m glad you picked the fire resistant clothes this time.”

Fuyuo giggles. “Iku said she should use them.”

You hold a marshmallow to her. “Eat it.”

“Yay!” Ikuyo smiles.

“By the way you’re both grounded.” You sigh. “Human bonfires need my supervision. I know your father is more than happy to let you burn the world down if you ask.”

“No, I’d burn down the world for them, and you my love.” Shoto kisses you, earning disgusted sounds from your children.

“Oh hush up.” You sigh. “It’s only for two days.”

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Masterlist

[formerlycookierunauprompts]

you have unleashed a thing in approving oc rambles, and i am grateful

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The Hidden Fallen Hero

Withered Oil Cookie

There was another ‘Beast’, though the Witches would prefer no one acknowledge her. She was once known as Gleaming Oil Cookie, who brewed concoctions that could rival the greatest of Witches. Except, when the rest of the Beasts went rogue…the Witches were scared that Gleaming Oil would turn on them too.

So they did what they felt was necessary. While Gleaming Oil ‘escaped’ and found a way to ‘live’...she was not herself anymore.

Her virtue of Innovation…became Madness.

She was now Withered Oil Cookie.

In contrast to the Beasts, who could still be called ‘sane’ on some level - if very evil and traumatized - Withered Oil Cookie…well.

Whatever the Witches did to her out of paranoia did not leave her mind in an���intact state. Indeed, it was fractured, barely holding itself together. Her emotions constantly shifted, becoming impossibly volatile yet also trapped entirely within her mind. Her ideas spiraled off into twisted visions, then into nothing but scattered chaos.

She vanished into the Simmering Swamps on the continent of Beast-Yeast. Certain that the Witches would find her when the others were sealed, she did everything she could to protect herself. Everything she could to keep herself alive, so when the Beasts were freed…

She didn’t know.

All she knew was that she had to keep living. For…something.

Anything.

She didn’t want to be alone.

Note: Insists on calling Shadow Milk ‘Curdle’. Somehow keeps getting away with it.

oooo! She sounds rather interesting!

also damn the witches keep going after everyone's ocs/lh

[darkshinsou]

Baking Fails with Sugawara Koushi, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Tendou Satori, Miya Osamu, and Ushijima Wakatoshi

Warnings: You are depicted as a housewife but other then that, none, pure fluff, full of love, will give you a cavity from how sweet it is

a/n: This is dedicated to @sugaslittleangel ( this is the recipe I based the melonpan on)

Sugawara Koushi:

Okay

This guy is literal sweetheart

You could have burned down the kitchen and all he would say is, "Well, I was thinking of remodelling anyways" <3

But any who

You wanted to make your lover cookies

Homemade cookies

So, you get all the ingredients and start making the dough

You didn't do the measurements correctly though, and the dough is kind of clumpy

Thinking that it won't matter, you roll the dough into little balls and set it on to the baking sheet

When the timer rings, you pull then out excitedly, only to pout

Why do they look so... Ugly?

You wait for the cookies to cool a bit before taking a bite of it and-

Oh my god, that is the worst cookie you haver ever tasted

You spit it out and decide that you'll add more oil and butter to the batter

That didn't turn out well

After trying a couple more times, you are close to tears in the middle of the kitchen floor

Only for Koushi to walk in on the mess you have created

And you crying on the floor

He crouches next to you and asks gently, "What's wrong, Sugar?"

You look at him and point at the mess

"I failed to bake you cookies" You sob

Hoe looks at the cookies and each pan looks different to the next

And what does this sweet little big shit do?

He eats them

A cookie from every. Single. Pan

And he eats them like they are the tastiest cookies he has ever had

After he finishes, he leans down and wipes the tears from your face

"Don't cry, Sugar. They are delicious. I love you"

He kisses you on the head and helps you stand up

"Now, let's clean this up"

Sakusa Kiyoomi:

You are an absolute sweetheart to him

And he loves it

You always make his bentos for lunch

You also make sure to add his beloved umeboshi and he's always greatful

So, when you are feeling extra ambitious, you decide to make melonpan

Which was probably not the smartest idea since you have never baked bread before

So, you start with the cookie dough, which is easy enough, and then the bread dough

Now this

This is when you done fucked up

But you didn't even realize it at the time

Music playing, you singing along, you didn't realise that you put too much flour

So, when you put the bread in and take it out, you stare in disappointment

The bread didn't rise

You figure that okay, fine, I'll just do it again

And you do

But this time, it was burnt

What's worse, you hear the door close and Omi calling your name

You freak and immediately go to stop Omi from coming into the kitchen

But you are too late

And Omi walks in on the disaster you made of the kitchen

He looks around, curious and somewhat annoyed

"What's... Going on, y/n?"

You look at him, then look away and mutter, "I was trying to make you melonpan, but it didn't go well..."

He sighs, "Y/n, you made a mess. Please clean it up"

You look at him and when you see the annoyed look on his face, you suddenly start crying

His eyes widen and automatically he's pulling you into an embrace, shh-ing you and apologizing

"I- I'm sorry, y/n. I didn't mean to upset you. It's just- practice was extra hard today. And Bokuto wouldn't shut the fuck up. Please, forgive me?"

"I'm sorry, too, Omi. Let me clean this up and get started on dinner. You go take your shower and relax, yeah?"

He let's go of you and shakes his head

"We'll clean this together, than you can prepare dinner"

You smile fondly at him and get to work

Tendou Satori:

Okay, so we all know that Tendou is a sweetheart

Especially you

So when you decide that you want to return the favor, you go out and buy ingredients for brownies

And get started immediately after kissing him goodbye

Tying the pink apron around your waist, you pour the ingredients into the mixing bowl

After you think it's mixed, you set them into the pan and stick then in the oven

When the timer goes off, you snatch the brownies out of the oven

After letting the brownies cool, you take a knife and go to take a piece to try it

But the brownie won't cut

You struggle to just get that little piece and when you do get it, it's hard as a rock

You don't know what you did to fuck it up this badly, but Tendou wasn't supposed to come home anytime, so you figure that as long as you clean up and hide the failure that you call brownies

Too bad Tendou got out early from work and decided to surprise you

Singing your name as he closes the door, he quickly rids himself of his shoes and starts looking for you

You, on the other hand, are freaking out

You don't want Tendou to know about your failed attempt at baking

But then he walks into the kitchen and grins while humming out

"Oh? Did you make me brownies, paradise? Well, don't mode if I do!"

He grabs the piece that you had cut out and finishes it like it was the most delicious thing he has ever had

You stared at him, confused

"Didn't that hurt to chew?"

Tendou shakes his head and goes to get another piece

"It's delicious, Y/N! Thank you for spending time and doing this"

You smile softly and hug him from behind

"I love you, Satori."

Miya Osamu:

Okay, albeit, you can't cook for shit

And you definitely can't bake

But you still wanted to make something for your lover

So you decide to make something easy

And that would be chocolate chip cookies

You mix the ingredients in the boil and brush it off when the dough looks a little liquidy

Not a word but whatever-

After setting them in the oven and setting the timer, you clean up the mess you left

When the timer goes off, you hop to it, fetching them out of the oven and setting them down

And-

Why do they looking so... Disgusting??

You wait for the cookies to cool down a bit before tasting one

And it tasted fine, if not a little bit off

But... They were so ugly

You sigh sadly and almost jump out of your skin when you hear someone ask

"Why the sigh, Y/N?"

You turn around, for getting about the cookies and grin

"'Samu!! What are you doing home so early?"

He smiles at you and walks the rest of the way to you, placing a kiss on your head while explaining the reason

"I closed the shop early today. Why does it smell so good in here?"

You frown when remembering the cookies and tell him

"I tried making you cookies, but they didn't turn out like I thought they would..."

He hums in acknowledgement and grabs a cookie from the sheet, biting into it and smiling

"They taste delicious, Y/N. Thank you"

You look up at him and silently thank the Lord for giving you such a lovely husband

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

You both can't bake for crap

Like, you've tried and tried

But they wither come out burnt or disgusting

But you decided that you would try one more time

So you start to make the batter for cake

Angel cake, to be exact

But the one thing you forgot about is that the center piece can be removed

So, after pouring the batter into the pan, you grab it by the top

And the batter goes everywhere

You watch in utter horror as the batter forms a puddle

You quickly go to grab a towel to and bowl

Scooping the batter into the bowl, you hear the door open

And now you are now full on panicking and ready to cry

Ushijima, on the other hand, is calling out your name and were you are

He searches the living room and bedroom before figuring out that you are in the kitchen

And that's were he finds you, scooping up batter while tears fall from your eyes

"I'm I'm really sorry, Toshi." You hiccuped and he stares in shock before kneeling down to stop you

"Go get cleaned up, sweetheart. Let me do this, okay?"

You nod your head and head towards the bathroom as he cleans up the mess

You change into shorts and his sweatshirt, wanting nothing more than to snuggle into his arms

He walks out when he's finished cleaning and finds you curled on the couch

"Sweetheart, I'm going to take a shower real quickly and than we can get takeout, watch some movies, okay?"

You nod and apologize one more time

"It's okay, honey. Just relaxed. I'll be out soon."

2 hours later and you guys are cuddling on the couch with your head on his chest

He was stroking your hair as you slept and he couldn't have asked for a better wife

[fleckcmscott]

Out of Sight

Summary: Y/N has an unexpected dash of inspiration. Arthur doesn't require much convincing.

Warnings: Swearing, Smut

Words: 4,221

A/N: This fun little request comes from @sweet-nothings04​​. You're wonderful and I hope this meets your expectations. Thanks for the request - I can't imagine ever writing this without it! 🙈 Special thanks to @jokerownsmysoul​ for agreeing to beta!

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

Words didn't often fail Y/N, but the admission left her foggy, reminiscent of what she'd experienced after tipping over in a wheelbarrow race at a school fair. Her foot swung back and forth as she sat on the counter. Fiddled with the phone cord and twisted its beige, plastic curls around her fingers. Were there signs she'd missed? Was her gut right in insisting she was a terrible friend?

"Marriage counseling?" she repeated.

Arthur stopped filling his bowl with sandy, pecan cookies, alarm encroaching his features. She waved off his concern, mouthing "not us" before she spoke into the receiver. "I'm so sorry." With a grimace of understanding, he patted her knee and ducked out, sweets in hand. No doubt he'd ask her to elaborate. Not that she had anything to share. Not yet. "I had no idea you and Robert were having problems."

Patricia laughed lightly on the other end. "Neither of us have our bags packed." A whistle came from the background. Vague cheering. Then mild cursing about how terrible this season's Gotham Guardsmen's picks were. She sighed. "The little green monster's dropped-in since your wedding. Don't get me wrong. I couldn't be happier for you if you were my own sister."

Y/N wished Patricia was within arm's reach instead of all the way in Burnside.

"Next month we'll have been married thirty-five years," Patricia continued with a rare nostalgia. "We're a team, Robert and me. But we've both let things go, gotten old. I'd like the spark back before we lose the kindling."

Pursing her lips, Y/N bit back her qualms. Rebutting the steps Patricia had taken was uncalled for, and doubly so when she needed her support. Besides. Y/N understood them. She'd climbed them once, too.

When she'd begun to figure out the direction in which the weather vane of her life pointed, the comfort and confidence she'd shared with her ex-husband had started to wither. Transformed over the years into an awareness that her childish belief in love being enough was inaccurate. It was natural, she thought in hindsight. They'd wed at seventeen and twenty-one. But divorce had been uncommon back then, particularly in a small town in the Bible Belt. The night she'd moved in with a friend (a tactic to delay confessing defeat to her family), Jeff suggested they speak with a professional. Though her heart had known it was over, she cared for him. She couldn't deny them the chance to salvage their union, no matter how remote.

A solitary counselor was available, a disadvantage of rural living. The man claimed to be a pioneer in couples therapy, having begun his practice in the thirties. One forty-five-minute drive later and they'd found themselves squished into a leather loveseat in a smoky, cramped office. Diplomas and certificates covered the walls, the veracity of which she couldn't verify. Dr. Ellis's puffy pink cheeks and offer of sweet tea had been kinder than his approach.

Fountain pens and worksheets were provided with the mumbled instruction to answer honestly. But the questions had not fit her situation. They were for women who desired to be happy homemakers. To plan meals and do the weekly shopping. To nurse children and have dinner ready by six. Responsibilities and life stages that had given her mother purpose - a purpose that mostly eluded Y/N. Every comma and quotation mark inferred fault. And Dr. Ellis had read her responses like a disappointed teacher.

Somehow the filmstrips, accompanied by a crackling LP, were worse. Mr. Provider and Mrs. Housewife were featured. He consistently came home on time. She always wore an apron. The narrator's spiritless voice contrasted with the cheery soundtrack while matching Y/N's mood. A lively ping! cued them to advance to the next still, a duty switched between her and Jeff to practice teamwork. At least the sidelong looks they shared could still connect them.

The slides, the homework, the speeches. They all pointed to one problem: her. Her parents were a model couple. Didn't she know encouraging her husband in his livelihood was her job? That his main obligation was to invite her to share his success? She had to mend her ways. Make herself more attractive. Be grateful he displayed his affection by returning to her after a long day at the office; he could just as easily hang out at The Rusty Boot.

Not a little indignant, she'd stared at Jeff's profile. Downcast eyes betrayed his regret and assured she'd maintain composure, for his sake if nothing else. She fixed her focus on Dr. Ellis and gave the situation a good, long think. Jeff had never questioned her ambitions. Who the hell was this jackass to judge?

She'd covered Jeff's hand, rubbed his knuckle with her thumb. "You're the expert here, doctor. But isn't it possible neither party is at fault?"

"Mrs. Thompson, I've heard that misconception from many of my clients. It's never led anywhere positive. Now-"

"But what if they're both good people?" she interrupted, hanging onto diplomacy by a thread. Her resolve stayed, even as her volume lowered at the prospect of wounding the man she'd loved as a girl. "Good people who've grown apart?"

Dr. Ellis took what she'd learned was his usual position on the corner of his cherry desk. "You're mistaking natural sex differences for incompatibility. Not every husband allows his wife to work outside the home." His paternal smile hadn't diminished the sting of his words. "If you want your marriage to thrive, I'd advise a little more maturity. And I think I have just the book to help you."

Twenty tons of silence festered on the ride home, louder than the pulse beating her eardrum. Distress distracted her from noticing the run in her stockings. And it was drizzling. She cracked the passenger window of the Lincoln Continental, anyway. Closed her eyes at the bite of raw air against her overheated face.

"Look, I don't agree with what that guy says," Jeff started. He pulled at the gearshift and flicked the turn-signal. "Not when it comes to you."

As the car came to a stop, she swiped at her eyes. "I'm not going again." The press of a napkin to her palm prompted a mix of appreciation and annoyance. For his courtesy and that he'd detected her tears. "Do you even like being married to me?"

"Y/N-"

"Please." She flinched at his attempt to embrace her. "Don't spare my feelings."

Headlights from a passing car flashed in the cabin, revealing his stretched lips. He raked back his thinning hair. The quiet shake of his head when he moved to gaze at her was a relief. "I miss the girl I fell in love with."

She offered a slight shrug and pulled the corners of the tissue. "I don't like it, either."

His rapid blink softened her posture, along with the recognition that the dream they'd had was also out of reach for him. "I'm proud of the woman you've become," he said. "Even if she's not what I need."

"I don't want to be a lawyer's wife." A quiet laugh bubbled up. "The oral arguments are terrible."

He checked his blind spot and put the sedan back into drive. "I'll file the papers tomorrow. We can tell your parents and sister together. If you'd like." After some seconds, she'd slid across the bench seat and put her head on his shoulder, heartened by an affinity she'd nearly forgotten.

Counseling techniques must have evolved, Y/N considered. Perhaps Patricia would find help instead of blame. If not, tips in women's magazines were a tacky if economical alternative. She'd have to check the breakroom at work for forgotten issues.

She hopped off the counter and poured herself another cup of decaf. "Let me know if we can do anything. And how it goes."

"The first few sessions were great. I picked up a few booklets. 'Modern Marriage,' 'The Complete Woman...' Oh!" Paper shuffled as Y/N put back the milk. "'Enrichment & Exploration: Tips for Bedroom Fun.' I tried reading it with Robert the other night, but he left when I mentioned massagers and blindfolds."

"He's sixty," Y/N snorted. "Give him time."

Peeking around the corner, she spotted Arthur in his writing nook. He stood to stretch, then grab his lighter and pack of Stuttons. The low sit of his pajama bottoms was enough of a temptation for her to tuck her lip. An unexpected spasm tickled her abdomen. "Brief me on the blindfold chapter."

~~~~~

Nervous anticipation had kept her feverish for hours, ever since she'd bid farewell to Arthur with a "Save a smile for me" on her way out the door. His clumsy smooch lingered as she changed the date on her rubber stamp. While she cleaned the office refrigerator, she spent a good sixty seconds pressing a cup of expired yogurt to her flush cheeks. When the shoulder strap of her canvas bag gave out, she shrugged rather than cursed and settled the tote in her lap. With her plan in mind, the corners of her lips refused to relax .

After working the grand opening of the Gotham Mall, Arthur had the workshop she'd registered him for, a beginners' seminar for stand-ups. He'd be home right around six. That would give her thirty minutes to change into her mini nightdress with the ruffled hemline, dab musk oil behind her earlobes, and put on an LP. Dinner would be delayed - neither of them would be in the mood if they were too full. If she remembered correctly, they had a pizza in the freezer, the good kind with the real pepperoni and rising crust. She just had to figure out if she should wait in the bedroom or lounge on the sofa like a poor-man's Lauren Bacall.

As she unlocked the apartment, however, there came a muffled phomp-phomp-phomp. The unmistakable sound of a sink plunger. Fuck. This was the third time this month. Pushing through the door, she hoped the super had called a different plumber. It had taken ages to clean up the stray sediment left behind by the last one. Upon entering, Arthur's plaid bag came into view, next to his keys on the counter. A glance into the kitchen confirmed he was trying his hand at the repair. 

"Hey." Y/N hung her coat, glad her consternation was hidden by the wall. "What happened to your class?" she asked with deliberate playfulness. "Did they decide you were too advanced?" She crossed her arms and moved to the doorway. Tried to hold onto the tendrils of fading arousal by taking him in.

A pleased chuckle. "The instructor left a message." Phomp-phomp-phomp."It'll be rescheduled."

"I know you were looking forward to it." The rolled-up sleeves of his shirt and flexing biceps were having the right effect. She ambled towards him. "Let me help."

"It's fine. I had to do this a lot at my old place." The set of his jaw tightened as it gave it another go.

They went through the litany of usual questions. Arthur contently reported the mall had gone well, except for a couple of teenagers who'd given him grief at the start. ("Nothing serious. They were just kids.") Her nine-to-five had been quite low-key, she explained, and had allowed her to catch-up on a backlog of paperwork. ("With the new judge, we keep having to file motions for correction.") But when he asked about this evening, she mused and tapped her fingertips on the counter. Horny, annoyed at her thwarted plan, yet nevertheless itching to seduce him

Water streamed as he turned the faucet's handle, followed by his satisfied hum. He tidied up, then washed to his elbows. Grabbed the nearby dish towel and pivoted on his heel to face her. "What is it?" he asked at her lack of response. He wiped his hands a little harder. "I thought you'd be glad I'm already here."

Seeking to allay his concern, she scooted next to him with a gentle nudge. "You know I am. You've been running through my head all day." She scrunched her nose. "I just had this idea for a romantic evening and wanted to surprise you."

"Oh." Pink colored his chiseled cheekbones and his eyes softened. "You still could. I'd like that." Ardor sparked anew in her belly. Unfurled as he leaned into her, grin cutting across his mouth and straight into her heart. "Would ten minutes be enough?"

Her toes curled. His enthusiasm for her, for them, had a habit of sending electricity up her spine. "Better make it eight," she pronounced.

A sharp nod and a pat to her bottom later, he dashed off. Once the bathroom door shut, Y/N rushed to rummage in his workbag, delighted when she found her prize. She scurried to the stereo and put on one of her soul records. Adjusted the volume to a suggestion instead of distraction. Though the genre wasn't his favorite, it never failed to induce the swivel of his hips. Unbuttoning, unzipping, she made her way to the bedroom. Yanked off her tan skirt and jacquard sweater before carelessly tossing them in the nearby chair.

She'd just gotten settled on the foot of the bed when Arthur sauntered in. Clad in his white briefs and wrinkled socks. "That was five," she said and wadded her pantyhose to hurl at him.

He dodged it easily, stepping forward to gaze at her with hooded eyes, their clear green darkened with need. He licked his lips. "I think it was four." Without further preamble, he knelt between her legs. Scrambling up the bed, she kicked subtly against his hold on her calves. Bit her lip on a giggle as he crawled over her lap to smother her with kisses. She rested on the headboard and nabbed his red and gold Carnival tie from under her pillow.

He quirked a dark brow. "What, you want me to wear it?"

Before any reservation could resurface, she smoothed the broad neck of the tie over her eyes and secured it loosely at her temple. Hesitation floated through the air. Threatened to pierce the veil of desire that enveloped her. She wondered what he was waiting for. If he was wearing that wolfish grin he saved for the bedroom. Or if a modicum of anxiety had spawned. She had sprung this on him without prior discussion. The muffled music from the living room switched to the next song. She attempted to peek under the bottom of the makeshift blindfold, tried to make out more than a vague shadow in the muted light.

But then he sunk into her. Wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pressed her into the mattress. "If you're uncomfortable, tell me," he murmured into her mouth. "Please."

The implication of his request, albeit more loving than licentious, wracked her with want. She couldn't halt her shudder. Blindly, she reached to cup his face. "I trust you," she promised. To both him and herself.

His round nose dragged down the underside of her jaw. "Where'd you get this idea?"

The caress of his smile on the crook of her neck caused a delicious heaviness to settle in her center. "A pamphlet."

"On what?" He tugged at the knot between her ample breasts. Fondled her through the thin satin. "How to make your husband high-strung?"

She carefully skimmed the rigid bulge in his briefs with her knee. "It was actually on how to loosen him up," she retorted. He always loved it when she paraphrased one of his jokes.

Every hushed kiss, every whisper of him against her flesh was magnified. Forced her to concentrate solely on him, to pay attention to each move he made. His humid, hot breath teased her nipple, prompted it to pebble with a twinge. When she released an embarrassingly desperate whimper, he snorted lightly and slipped his palm to the middle of her back. Following his lead, she arched into him. His soft curls brushed her as he laved her areola, swirled his tongue around it, her skin coming alive at the contact. Weathered hands that had so eagerly learned how to touch her groped her neglected breast, rolled its peak between slender, nimble fingers. She fisted the pillow, tipped her head, and grasped his shoulder with a cry. "Arthur..."

Getting her going usually wasn't difficult. Especially when she'd been thinking about making love for an inappropriate number of office hours. But the suspense of not seeing where he'd next pet her, of every caress being a discovery, had her core already pulsing for him. The intrigue was a treat. The best case she'd ever worked on. His strokes walked a path to every clue.

His fingertips skimmed her inner thighs. Groaning, he hooked them under the waistband of her bikini, tugged until she lifted her rear. He pulled them off hastily. With a gentle pressure, he encouraged her to open herself to him. She did so gladly, splaying her legs without a hint of self-consciousness. The relatively cool temperature of the room hit her hot, swollen folds and she quivered.

Then there was an odd sensation at her clit. Scratchy. Rough like a canvas. And was that a corner? After a few seconds it was clear it wasn't doing it for her. And she didn't think Arthur was trying to wipe away her slick. Reaching down, she found a twisted bedsheet in his fist. She was relieved he hadn't run to the kitchen for ice.

"Not good?" he asked.

She softened the blow. "You feel better."

The pad of his thumb trailed over her patch of springy hair, a faint tease that sent a dizzying current racing through her limbs. She strove towards him but he didn't oblige. Rather, he took her hand and placed it on her labia. Guided her to dip within her inner lips. A short moan left her, at the sensation and the sound of his increasingly labored breathing, tinged by his deep voice. "You look like sex," he blurted.

Laughing, she halted. Whenever something brazen spilled from his mouth, however left-footed, she adored it. She clasped his sides. "What does that mean?"

"If I'd seen you in a magazine," he started, moving to settle over and straddle her. His hard-on grazed her abdomen, leaving a damp trail of his arousal in its wake. Even as she wondered when he'd taken off his underwear, her muscles tensed and she gasped. Playful pecks met her cleavage. "You'd be pasted on every page of my journal."

Her reply slipped out before discretion could take hold. "We better buy a Polaroid." A stitch of reluctance before she added, "Just keep them in your desk."

He uncurled her fingers and pressed her palm to his chest. "Touch me," he whispered, pleaded. Her pulse quickened. With an unhurried deliberation, he guided her over the peaks and valleys of his body. The lean pectorals she loved to nuzzle after a weary day. The freckled indent of his sternum. Downward, to the slightly loose skin around his navel, then the soft, toned curve of his abdomen.

Unable to resist, she stretched to chart the ridge of muscle leading to his groin. "You make me so wet."

He let out a bashful giggle, edged with excitement. The instant he rasped his next words against her forehead, she knew he was doing his damnedest to rival her. He pushed her hand to his erection. "You make me so hard."

She followed the bulging vein from base to tip, encircled him with a firm grip. The vibration of his harsh grunt rumbled through her and he jerked forward. Released her wrist to stroke her vulva and flick back and forth along her aching nub. Focusing on the satiny feel of his flesh, the heaviness of his length, she felt petite. Feminine. Powerful. Her hand glided between his legs, cupped the sensitive skin with care. His practiced rhythm faltered. The elbow beside her ear trembled.

While he was a captivating visual, one she missed, her imagination was determined to compensate for her lack of sight. Breathless moans spun her fantasies. Perspiration tickled her nose, woodsy and sweet, conjuring memories of his taste in her mouth. Then all at once he was inside her, going down on her, sucking at her while fucking into her. Impossible feats that nevertheless caused a fever in her brain. "Oh, god," she mewled. Her wanton writhing hastened. She ground against his thigh. "I want your cock in me."

He took hold of himself as she held herself open. The blunt tip of him slid just inside her entrance, a drop when she needed an ocean. She grabbed his hips and thrust upward, hissing as he stretched her completely. "You're fucking tight," he uttered through clenched teeth.

She smoothed her palms over his back, memorized each notch of his ribs. The odd angle of his distended shoulder. The strong tendons at the nape of his neck. He crushed her closer, until her mouth bumped his clavicle. She nibbled lightly, licked the salty sheen of sweat from its hollow, drawing her name from his lips and rapid bucks of his pelvis. "Fuck me," she said, a command and an appeal.

A creak came from above. She followed his taut arm to find he'd clutched the headboard. It occurred to her, then, that her inability to see had been liberating for him. Enough to let go of his inhibitions, to give voice to the bawdy, wonderful things he'd said, to not worry about his appearance.

She reached to swipe her clit steadily, relentlessly. Tears pricked her eyes as she became weightless. Her frame seized, and she came with a choked cry. She sniffled and laughed into his neck, overwhelmed by him. The way he made love to her as if he sought to erase her earlier trials and replace them with the present.

His throaty, punctuated groans, his fingernails digging into her ass divulged his approaching release. She ran her foot along his calf, relished in his body as its angles pressed into her. He balanced himself on his knees, snapping into her at an erratic pace. Then all at once he moaned sharply and went rigid, cock twitching. She cradled the back of his head while his essence marked her walls, closed her eyes when he sprawled on top of her.

Raking her hands through his loose waves, she swallowed thickly. Although she'd always enjoyed sex, exploring this way hadn't been conceivable with anyone else. Allowing that match to light, allowing herself to fan that flame had been unthinkable. She'd felt inadequate. Unable to live up to others' demands, especially her own. There'd been too many boxes to check. Revealing herself in that way would have been a demonstration of trust she wasn't quite ready for.

Being an established woman on equal footing with her partner wasn't something she'd believed possible. She'd been content to go without and find meaning through her work. Arthur had helped her augment that. She could be tough as old leather or delicate as gossamer without concern he'd see her differently. If expectations were left unmet, their easy discussions and compromises promised they'd never become resentments. They supported each other - authentically and as themselves.

For the first time, she knew she was loved for who she truly was. And she wouldn't have to change to keep it.

Choppy panting gradually ceased, replaced by leisurely, happy sighs. He skimmed her flank, then the curve of her hip. She tickled his midriff gently, only stopping when he reclaimed her lips and slid his tongue against hers. Tenderly, he loosened the knot at her temple. She blinked at the orange, evening light invading her eyes. When his came into focus, they were still dilated, a tad sleepy. And so full of affection her breath caught.

Cheek propped on the heel of his hand, he raised his eyebrows. "How was it?"

"You have to ask?" she chuckled, swatting his backside.

A stray lock tumbled towards her as he bent closer. "I wanna hear it."

"Wonderful." Her thighs tightened, keeping him within her. "What I've been craving all day."

His smile was a slow build, equal parts shy and deservedly smug. Then he stared at his tie. "I- I don't know if I'll ever be able to wear that again."

She snorted and looped it around his neck, secured it with a half-Windsor knot. "You're a professional, Mr. Fleck. You'll manage."

He rolled to her left and yanked open the nightstand drawer to riffle through its contents. "What else is in the pamphlet?"

"Hey!" She batted him half-heartedly, boosted herself on her elbow, and spooned him. "What if I had a surprise hidden in there?"

Undeterred, he huffed. "It wouldn't beat this."

"Patricia told me about it." He stilled and slanted his gaze her way. "I can get a copy."

At first, Y/N assumed he'd contradict her. That he wanted to keep their escapades private. But once a few seconds had passed, Arthur acquiesced with a smirk and snatched a nearby tissue. Wiped himself off and tossed it in the woven wastebasket. He reclined beside her, hands folded behind his head. "Okay. Just don't give away my whole act."

~~~~~

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[momasarah]

Your roots should be carefully harvested, or selected from a reputable botanica, preserved, cared for, talked to and used in your work. Similar to the use of crystals to conduct or generate energy, a root serves in a similar fashion. Most roots can be dried by placing them on a cookie sheet in a hot oven set on the lowest temperature setting for several hours. Most take at least 5-6 hours to dry, Remember, you're DRYING them, NOT cooking them. Don't use a high temperature setting! I pray while holding my roots, I use them to help me connect to my clients, I use them to help sustain my own energy and environment here in the House of Hoodoo. All this "using" must be replenished, and we do so with care and prayer with the root. Similar to sympathetic magic practices, we want to treat our roots with respect, after all, they aid us in comminucation and obtaining blessings. Don't just put them away in a box on a dusty shelf or, surely, the spirit contained will wither away. Keep your roots fed with oil, cologne or your own energy, as a physical act of care and attention to them. Pray with them, but from your heart and using your words only. Using a specific Psalm that corresponds with your needs should be left for the times to work the root, not during times of care and respect. It's a give and take and you will use your spirits up if you keep asking with nothing given in return. Respect is at the root of rootwork. Respect for your environment, your guides and the paths of others. Keep your roots clean and free from grime and dust. This can be difficult when using oils to dress the roots as oil will create a sticky surface for dirt to adhere to. Personally, I do not use oil directly on my roots but on the bag that houses them. I rub my hands with oil then hold my mojo bag containing the root, and pray. READ FULL ENTRY HERE; https://conjuredcardea.blogspot.com/2016/06/working-roots.html?m=1 https://www.instagram.com/p/CDw1rzcHfUR/?igshid=1pxih3zg1zl6x

[writinggeisha]

According to Thomas Fuller, the devil lies brooding in the miser’s chest. Rod Stewart said that a person has to have a burning desire in the chest to succeed. And then there’s Erma Bombeck, who quipped, “What’s with you men? Would hair stop growing on your chest if you asked directions somewhere?”

An overweight man or out-of-shape bodybuilder might have pecs that move and look like flabby breasts. A female stevedore or competitive swimmer might develop a muscular torso that appears more masculine than feminine.

In several areas of this post I created separate headings for chests and breasts. However, you might prefer to apply words differently, sometimes for comedic effect.

When considering descriptors, pay attention to opinion adjectives and how they affect point of view.

Emotion Beats

Before reviewing the following beats, note that he crossed his arms across his chest can be shortened to he crossed his arms.

Many readers will associate a puffed-out chest with aggression or arrogance, but they might not see a clear association with delight or determination. Ensure suitable context for vague emotion beats.

Aggression Puffed-out chest

Aggrievement, distress Shoulders slumped inward over chest Chest, neck, and face flush and feel hot

Agitation, nervousness Clutching papers against chest

Amazement Holding a hand against chest

Anger Thrusting chest forward, fists propped on hips

Anticipation Holding a hand against chest

Anxiety Tightness in the chest

Arrogance Puffed-out chest

Confidence, scorn, smugness Puffed-out chest Light feeling in the chest

Conflict Tightness in the chest

Confusion Tightness in the chest

Contempt Puffed-out chest

Defeat, desperation, discouragement When emotion is intense: chest pains or numbness accompanied by thumping heart

Defensiveness Pressing chin against chest Holding both hands over chest, shoulders hunched inward

Delight, euphoria Puffed-out chest Heart drumming in chest

Depression Hollow sensation in chest

Desire Heart fluttering in chest

Determination Puffed-out chest

Disappointment Tightness in chest

Dread, fear, terror Chest pains Clutching chest with one or both hands Heavy sensation, tingling in chest Closed posture, arms and fists pulled into chest

Embarrassment Tightness in chest Drooping posture, chest pulled inward

Envy, jealousy Heartburn burbling up into chest

Excitement Chest-bumping with another person or persons

Frustration, irritation Tightness in chest

Gratitude Placing one hand over chest (heart)

Guilt, shame Tightness in chest Lowering chin to chest

Happiness Placing both hands over chest

Hatred Tightness in chest When emotion is intense: chest pains or numbness accompanied by thumping heart

Hopefulness Placing both hands over chest Humiliation Tightness and pain in chest

Insecurity Holding a familiar item of comfort against the chest (stuffed animal, lucky charm, photo of a loved one, etc.)

Overwhelm Sitting or sleeping in fetal position, with knees drawn close to chest

Pride Puffed-out chest

Regret Tightness in chest Massaging shoulder or chest

Resentment Tightness in chest

Sadness Tightness in chest Heavy sensation in chest Massaging shoulder or chest

Satisfaction Puffed-out chest

Sexual attraction Embracing someone, with full chest-to-chest contact

Shame Tightness in chest Shoulders hunched forward over chest

Shock, surprise Quickly clutching chest with one or both hands

Sympathy Crossing hands over chest and curling shoulders inward

Adjectives, Both Chests and Breasts

A to C Abnormal, adolescent, amazing, ample, armored, athletic, bare, beautiful, blood-caked, bloodied, bloodstained, boyish, brazen, bristly, bruised, bulging, bulky, bushy, childish, chubby, clean, cold, compact

D and E Damp, defined, deformed, delicate, developed, developing, diminutive, divine, effeminate, elongated, emaciated, empty, enchanting, enormous

F and G Fabulous, fat, feminine, fevered, flat, flawless, fleshy, fragile, frail, frosty, frozen, full, furry, gleaming, glossy, glowing, gorgeous, grimy, grizzled

H to M Hairless, hairy, hard, healthy, hideous, hirsute, hot, icy, ideal, immense, impressive, inflamed, insubstantial, iridescent, leathery, magnificent, marvelous, massive, meager, motionless

N to R Naked, narrow, outstanding, painful, perfect, phenomenal, prodigious, prominent, proud, puny, raw, repugnant, resilient, rock-hard

S Sexy, shaggy, shallow, shapely, shiny, shirtless, shrunken, slack, slender, slimy, slippery, smooth, sodden, sopping, sore, splendid, sticky, stunning, superb, sweaty

T to V Tempting, titanic, T-shirted, unattractive, underdeveloped, unimpressive, unprotected, unremarkable, unusual, veined, velvety, voluminous

W to Y Warm, well-defined, well-fleshed, well-proportioned, wet, wondrous, wrinkled, wrinkly, young, youthful

Adjectives Breasts Only

A to D Akimbo, alert, alluring, ample, barren, blubbery, bold, braless, budding, buoyant, busty, buxom, chaste, chesty, conspicuous, dainty, delectable, delicate, diminutive, dry

E to L Empty, enchanting, enlarged, exuberant, fake, firm, flabby, flaccid, free, generous, gigantic, girlish, heavy, high, huge, immature, jaunty, large, little, lopsided, lovely, lumpy, luscious, lush

M to R Maternal, mature, miniscule, modest, monstrous, nascent, numb, oversized, padded, pendulous, perky, pert, plump, pretty, ripe, rotund

S Saggy, sensitive, shriveled, small, smallish, soft, succulent, sweet, swollen

U to W Unbound, unencumbered, unfettered, upright, upstanding, useless, virginal, voluptuous, well-endowed, withered

Adjectives, Chests only

A to F Angular, athletic, bearish, beefy, bony, brawny, broad, buff, built, bullish, burly, cadaverous, carved, chiseled, clear, confident, congested, deep, expansive, frail

G to O Gangly, gaunt, handsome, hard, haughty, hench, Herculean, hollow, hulking, lean, male, mammoth, manly, masculine, matted, meaty, mighty, musclebound, muscular, obdurate, overdeveloped

P to R Powerful, puffed-out, rasping, raspy, resonant, ribbed, rickety, rigid, robust, rugged

S Scrawny, sculpted, serviceable, sinewy, skeletal, skinny, sleek, slick, solid, sonorous, strapping, streamlined, strong, stubbly, sturdy, sunken

T to W Taut, thick, thin, tight, tough, unyielding, valiant, vast, weak, well-muscled, wheezy, wide

Similes and Metaphors

Rather than copy any of the following, leverage them as ideas for your own phrasing.

Breasts like twin doorknobs

Breasts like twin watermelons

Breasts more wrinkled than last year’s apple crop

Breasts that bounce like water balloons

Chest as blocky as a chest of drawers

Chest flatter than a smushed bug

Chest hairier than a barber’s floor

Desire that burns like a wildfire in his chest

Fear cinched her chest tighter than any corset ever could

Grief—an anvil crushing his chest

Heart beating in her chest like a butterfly trapped in a net

Shock pierced his chest like a lightning bolt

Upper body like a bulldog’s chest

Colors

Torsos that spend hours bared in the sun will mirror the color and tone of a character’s neck and face.

If a character keeps the upper body covered most of the time, it will be lighter in color—humor fodder for Canadian or Icelandic protagonists, perhaps?

B to W Bronzed, coppery, creamy, crimson, dark, fair, freckled, lily-white, milky, orange, pale, pallid, patchy, pink, rosy, sallow, salt-and-pepper, snow-white, snowy, speckled, swarthy, tanned, tawny, white-haired

See also the Color/Tone section of 300+ Words to Describe Skin.

Scents

Exposure to many substances will cause a person’s chest to retain the aroma, often affecting first impressions.

If a woman, who has referred to herself as a “single virgin” in a matchmaking app, arrives with the smells of baby powder and spit-up emanating from her cleavage, her prospective date might suspect she isn’t telling the truth. A CEO whose chest smells like wet dog might trigger a sneezing fit and subsequent avoidance by a prospective investor.

A to D Almonds, antiseptic, baby oil, baby powder, bacon bits, a bakery, barfed-up booze, bat guano, the beach, body wash, burnt flesh, C4, camphor oil, cat food, chocolate milk, coffee grounds, cookie dough, depilatory, diaper cream, dirty socks, dog breath

E to R Egg salad, a forest glen, formaldehyde, goose grease, Grandma’s kitchen, gunpowder, halitosis, honey, kerosene, K-Y Jelly, lamp oil, lemon frosting, maple syrup, musty beard, old books, a one-night stand, orange peels, peppermint tea, pilfered doughnuts, pipe tobacco, rancid coconut oil, road kill, rotten cheese, salad dressing

S to W Sandalwood, sawdust, shampoo, a skunk, soap, a sour dishrag, sour milk, a spice rack, spit-up, stinky towels, strawberries, sunblock, sweat, talcum powder, tar, tent canvas, too much cologne, vanilla, wet dog

Shapes

Many shapes in this short list can refer to both chests and breasts.

A to W Asymmetrical, barrel-chested, bell-shaped, blocky, concave, conical, convex, domed, flat, misshapen, pear-shaped, pigeon-chested, pointed, pointy, round(ed), shapeless, teardrop, triangular, wedge-shaped, well-rounded

Verbs (1) Transitive

These verbs take direct objects. A character’s chest might burn with desire, fill with air, or strain against shackles.

A to S Ache (from, with), brush (against), burn with, engorge with, fill with, heave (against, into), peek out of, press against, resemble, rub (against), scrape against, slam (into), strain against, support

Verbs (2) Intransitive

The verbs in this section don’t require an object. A chest might balloon, congest, or expand. Period.

A to G Ache, appear, balloon, bead with, bleed, bounce, bulge, burn, clog (up), collapse, congest, constrict, dangle, deflate, distend, drip, expand, freeze, gleam, glisten, glitter, glow

H to T Hang, hurt, itch, jut, leak, perspire, prickle, protrude, rattle, relax, ripple, sag, shine, shrink, sink, spasm, strain, sweat, tickle, tighten

Verbs (3): Verbs that Take Chest/Breast or Chests/Breasts as an Object

Examples:

Serafina bandaged her chest with strips torn from her petticoat.

Brad thumped his chest. “Nobody tells me what to do.”

An arrow pierced the knight’s chest.

A to H Adorn with, bandage, bare, batter, beat (at, on), blanket with, claw at, clutch, compress, cover, crush, cut, decorate with, display, draw on, expand, expose, feel, flash, hold, hug

I to S Inflate, lacerate, massage, paint, palpate, pierce, poke, press (against), puff (out, up), punch, push, shake, shave, slash, slather with, slice, squeeze, stab, strike, swath (in, with)

T to W Thrust out, thump, touch, uncover, unveil, wax, wound

Nouns, Both Chests and Breasts

N to T Nipples, pecs, pectorals, thorax

Refer to the next two sections as well for suitable nouns.

Nouns, Chests Only

You might (usually in poetry or older works) find breast used as a replacement for chest, as in: He beat upon his breast.

Compared to the plethora of slang and vulgar terms coined by authors for breast(s), I discovered a dearth of similar words for chest. Prompt for an opinion editorial, perhaps?

B to T Breast, Chewbacca sweater, gorilla torso, lung carpet, man boobs, manpelt, manssier-stuffer, muscleini, rib cage, thorax, torso, trunk

Find more words by googling slang terms for chest.

Nouns, Breasts Only

If your character is an uncouth jerk, you might be able to get away with using some of the rude words of this section in dialogue. Otherwise, you’ll invite the ire of readers. As Shakespeare’s Falstaff said, “Discretion is the better part of valor.”

If you need more offensive words, google derogatory terms for breasts or offensive names for breasts.

B to F Bazookas, boobs, bosom, bra stuffers, breast-o-raunts, bust, buzzums, casabas, chesticles, chi-chis, cleavage, Daddy’s playground, double-Ds, flotation devices

G to X The girls, healthy lungs, hooters, jugs, knockers, mammary glands, mammas, mammilla, melons, milk tanks, mosquito bites, num-nums, ta-tas, teats, tits, twins, wardrobe malfunctions, XL lungs

Props

Props augment a story or twist it in new directions. Try some of these to add humor, pathos, or intrigue.

A to I Angina, beard that reaches to or covers the chest, broken rib, cancer, chest cold, COPD, cough, CPR, crumbs, emphysema, extra nipple, glitter, honey, huge nipples, inflammation

L to W Laceration, mastectomy, mastitis, measuring tape, missing nipple, muscle shirt, nipple piercing, pneumonia, scabs, scar, sequins, tattoos, wart

Clichés and Idioms

Chest … chest … chest … breast … breast … breast …

Excessive repetition? Maybe you’ve incorporated too many clichés and idioms. Try these replacements.

Bare one’s breast [verb]: admit/show vulnerability

Beat (on, upon) one’s chest/breast [verb]: bewail, lament, mourn, regret

Close to one’s chest [adj]: confidential, hush-hush, secret

Get off one’s chest [verb]: admit, confess, reveal

Make a clean breast of it [verb]: admit, confess, reveal

Strong enough to put hair on one’s chest [adj]: powerful, pungent

Take a spear in the chest [verb]: admit, concede, confess

Thump one’s chest [verb]: bluster, boast, brag, swagger

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4 recipes for less than $3 a serving

We all know that cooking can be challenging and expensive, but what if I told you that it didn’t always have to be that way? Today I’m going to share with you 4 recipes that won’t break your bank and taste incredible! All these amazing recipes cost $3 or less per serving! That’s insane! I hope you all enjoy.

The first recipe I want to share with you all is an apple chicken wrap. This recipe allows you to make as much as you want for only $1.25 per serving. Not to mention it’s pretty healthy too! I learned this recipe from 5dollardinners, so make sure you check them out and all the other great recipes they have!

http://www.5dollardinners.com/apple-chicken-lettuce-wraps/

What you will need: 1 lb. ground chicken (or you can make your own and dice it yourself)

6 tbs soy sauce

1 tbs vinegar

½ tsp salt

1 tsp garlic salt

2 tsp minced garlic (you can add more if you want a stronger garlic flavor)

1 tsp cornstarch

2 tbs honey

1 tps ground ginger

16 lettuce leaves (big enough to use as “shells”)

1 apple

Optional: green onions, other veggie toppers, ½ tsp crushed red pepper

Directions:

1)      In a skillet brown the chicken with both the garlic powder and the salt. Make sure that you cook the chicken all the way through

2)      In a medium sized mixing bowl, combine the soy sauce, honey, vinegar, minced garlic, ground ginger, and crushed peppers. Once well combined slowly stir into the chicken over a low heat and allow the sauce to warm up thouroughly.

3)      Combine the cornstarch with equal parts water. Once well combined mix in with the sauce and allow it to simmer for 3 minutes. In this time the sauce should thicken up. Add more cornstarch mixture if you desire a thicker sauce, and less if you want a thinner sauce.

4)      Carefully chop the apple up into small chunks and combine with the green onion. This mixture lightens up the meal and adds a layer of texture.

5)      Carefully layer everything up inside of the lettuce leaves. The chicken should be on the bottom topped with the apple and onions. And finally enjoy!

The next recipe I would like to share with you is called “Greek Turkey and Rice Skillet”. I learned this recipe from a place called Budget Bytes. To me it makes me feel fancy because it’s a different taste then normal American food. It makes me want to take a trip and enjoy some real Greek style food. Reguardless, this recipe is amazing and I highly recommend it. It also is low cost with a serving cost of $2.49.

https://www.budgetbytes.com/greek-turkey-rice-skillet/

What you will need:

1 tbsp olive oil

2 cloves of garlic (minced)

16oz Ground turkey (I prefer 97% Lean)

1 tsp dried oregano

¼ tsp salt

1 c. white rice

¼ lb spinach (fresh or frozen)

1/3 c. sun dried tomatos (optional if you don’t like tomatoes)

½ c. olives (sliced, I prefer black)

1 ½ c. Chicken broth

1 lemon

Parsley

1 oz feta cheese

Directions:

1)      Using a deep skillet pan, add the olive oil and minced garlic. Sauté over medium heat for 2 minutes. In this time, you should start to smell the garlic. Once you can smell the garlic, add in the ground turkey and oregano. Make sure to salt and pepper to taste. Continue to sauté over medium heat until the turkey is cooked through. This typically takes about 5 minutes.

2)      While the meat is cooking take the time to slice the olives and tomatoes. Once the meat is cooked, add the rice, spinach, olives, and tomatoes to the skillet.

3)      Add the chicken broth and stir until well combined. Placing a lid on the skillet, turn the heat up to a medium high, allowing the mixture to come to a slight boil. Once it is boiling turn the heat back down to a low to medium low and simmer for another 15 minutes.

4)      Once 15 minutes has passed stir the mixture and replace the lid. Turn off the heat completely and allow the mixture to sit for an additional 10 minutes.

5)      While the mixture is sitting, zest half the lemon and slice it into wedges and roughly chop the parsley. Give the skillet a stir and top with the lemon zest, parsley, and feta.

6)      Serve with lemon wedges on the side for added zing and flavor. This allows the consumer to decide whether or not to squeeze the lemon over their helping.

The next recipe I would love to share with you guys is actually a vegetarian dish! Sadly, its not vegan, although it is easy to make it vegan style using vegan ingredients rather than things like real cheese. This recipe rings in at a total of $0.90 per serving, how amazing is that! The best part, its pizza! This pizza is a garlic and kale pizza, which is a healthy alternative then your average meat lovers’ delivery. This recipe also came from Budget Bytes, so make sure to check them out!

https://www.budgetbytes.com/garlicky-kale-and-ricotta-pizza/

What you will need:

2 tbsp olive oil

1 clove of garlic (minced)

6 cups of kale leaves (torn/shredded)

1 large pizza dough (if I’m lazy I use 1.5 tubs of the refrigerated Pillsbury ones)

¼ tsp garlic powder

1 c. whole milk ricotta

1 c. mozzarella

Directions:

1)      Preheat the oven to 400F. If the kale you purchased has stems, make sure to remove them. Rinse the kale well and tear into 2-inch pieces. These pieces may be bigger or smaller depending on your preference.

2)      Place the garlic and 1 tbsp of oil into a large pot and sauté over a medium heat for 1 minute. The garlic should turn soft and become fragrant. Add the kale and continue to sauté for an addition 5 minute. In this time the kale should start to wither. Season the kale with salt and pepper to taste.

3)      Shape your pizza dough into a circle or square and place inside either a pizza pan or baking tray of some sort. The normal size for a circular pizza is between 12 and 14 inches. Some pizza doughs require pre-baking before adding toppings so make sure to read the directions of the dough you choose. Many premade pizza crusts do not require this.

4)      In a small bowl combine the other tbsp of olive oil and garlic powder. Brush the mixture onto the surface of the dough. Sprinkle the kale evenly over the pizza dough. Top with the ricotta and mozzarella cheese. The mozzarella cheese should be the final layer to your pizza.

5)      Bake the pizza for 15-20 minutes, or until the desired brownness of the crust and cheese. Slice the pizza into the desired servings and enjoy.

The last recipe that I would love to share with you is a desert. This desert is a chocolate lava cake. Lava cakes are one of my favorite deserts because its like there’s a surprise in the middle! They are so fun and gooey. It makes me feel like a kid again. The other good this about lava cakes is that there are so many different recipes out there. You can make red velvet, vanilla, chocolate, and even cookie ones! The combinations are endless.

https://www.eatwell101.com/chocolate-lava-cake-recipe-molten-chocolate-cake

What you will need:

7 oz butter

7 oz chocolate (can be whatever type you want)

5 ½ oz icing sugar

1 2/3 c. flour

1 tsp baking powder

4 eggs

Directions:

1)      In a saucepan, melt the chocolate and butter together over a low heat. This is best achieved using a double boiler, or a heat resistant bowl over a pan of water. You may also do this in a microwave but be careful as you can easily burn the chocolate this way. The best way is to start melting in 30 second intervals, and once it starts to melt drop down to 15 second intervals until well combined.

2)      In a bowl which together the icing sugar and eggs. Add in the flour and baking powder and gently mix until combined. Slowly add in the melted chocolate and butter until you get a smooth paste like consistency. Pour the mixture into small buttered molds and allow them to rest in a refrigerator for at least 2 hours. If you don’t have molds you can use oven resistant mugs or even cupcake tins.

3)      Once the batter has rested, preheat the oven to 360F. Bake the batter for 8 minutes until they turn a light golden brown.

4)      Serve and enjoy! These cakes go really well with chocolate syrup, caramel, whip cream, or even some ice cream on top. So, don’t forget to top it with something you enjoy!

Thank you guys so much for the support you have given me so far. I hope that you enjoy these recipes and check out the different people who help inspire me to do my cooking. Keep in mind that each recipe can be changed and tailored to meet your wants and needs. So don’t be afraid to experiment and try different things! I hope you guys enjoy! If you try out any of these recipes take a picture and let me know what you thought!

[thesweetblossoms]

🌴🌴Desert Rain: Rainy days in the desert are poetic and beguiling as they are so rare. The cloudscape remains poignantly dreamy, immense and unfathomable and an alchemical spell is released as the flecks of rain, the tangling breezes and the gold tipped cardinal red dust floats, twists, pirouettes and combines intoxicatingly with the perfume of acacia trees, potted geraniums and potently blooming oleanders, the frenetically dancing wind chimes pleasurably seep into our reality, as compelling to our senses, as a delicate ballerina lost in an ecstatic trance, and the shades of green compete to reveal secrets of the unknown worlds. Even after we have sailed deeply into January, it is seldom frigid in Arizona, so it is interesting to note how the natural entities, the wildly free cacti, the towering oaks and enthralling palms react to the periods of chill. I am fond of such quiet, peaceful, Saturday rainy days, enjoying listening to piano music, cooking a rich, buttery, turmeric laced, kichuri with an orange tree leaf and spicy, fresh garlic and ginger speckled chicken curry, reading books and articles, switching from personal accounts such as “Prozac Nation” by Elizabeth Wurtzel, to design articles on Remodelista, to drinking french pressed vanilla hazelnut coffee, earl gray teas with a small square of a chocolate chip and caramel cookie bar, taking walks between the storms, noting the organic structures of the mammoth clouds, the deep blackberry purple sky, the newly born crescent moon and the tinge of cold that evocatively affirms life. On such peaceful renderings of the hours, I keep a few candles lit in our houseplant strewn living spaces, squeeze in a historical documentary on Netflix, about the graceful and intelligent Jackie Kennedy, make sure I perform one personal self care ritual, even as I comb my children’s hair and entreat them to wash off their crumbs, these might be as simple yet nourishing as a short burst of yoga or applying a homemade sandalwood mask on my face, or rubbing coconut oil on my skin. I feel calm, contented, bathed in charms and blessed, happy with the watery night and our little family. As the day withers away, I intend to venture into my evening garden, newly soaked and pick a few sprigs or sweet alyssum for our bedside table, wondering if our dreams could be more pleasing then “Le bel aujourd'hui”.

🐝

[followerexwrittenstuff]

Withered Date Support

Withered Date Support

Withered Oil Cookie had a mission. A mission that she could not falter in! A mission that would dictate the FATE. OF. ALLLLLLLLLLL-

That ‘all’ would continue to go on in the back of her mind, as with one of her many telescopes, she observed the location that her OTP-Ensurance-Camera-Spider-Bots had predicted would be the most likely space for Curdle’s (Shadow Milk, as a reminder) date.

For you see, in the years since the Beasts were sealed, Withered Oil had become many things. One of the less worrying things, but still worrying, was that she had become a shipper.

And now that one of her friends had been released (and would be staying released or SO HELP HER SHE WOULD TAKE THE ULTIMATE-OIL-ROBO-SCREECHER AND-), she could finally make sure that everything would go good for them!

BY UNLEASHING THE FULL FORCE OF HER IMPECCABLE MADNESS UPON THE TOP RIGHT CORNER OF THE LEFT ARMPIT OF ANYONE THAT TRIED TO INTERRUPT!

The only sign of the screaming rant within Withered Oil’s mind was a slight twitch in her right eye, as she continued to observe the area.

…Oh. A Fairy Cookie?

THEY MUST BE LAUNCHED!

-

A few minutes later, a green comet happened to hit the outskirts of the Fairy Kingdom. When the fairies investigated, they found a very dazed fairy cookie lying in a crater.

-

Good. The launchification worked. Now, back to PROTECTION!

And thus, Withered Oil Cookie continued to observe.

-(Many launchings, punches, whirlwind specials, and other various insane fighting techniques later)-

YEEEEEEESSSS! THE DATE IS SUCCESSFUL!!!!

Various celebratory screeches echoed in Withered Oil’s mind, and the only reason she didn’t join in in reality was that she didn’t want to interrupt the date.

And she just realized that, in her frantic protection of the date, she didn’t even look at who Curdle was dating. (which was both very stupid and honestly impressive she was there the whole time how did she miss that)

So, she took a quick look!

…

Huh.

Well, good for both of them! Looks like my chart was correct!

I should probably go now.

[followerex]

Building Session

(Arcane Egg Cookie belongs to @azure-buttercups)

Arcane had gotten a bit farther on the road to recovery. And now, Oil felt she was ready for an activity that she had planned out for a while now!

Oil remembered that Arcane, before everything, liked to make stuff. She even helped her out sometimes! (Part of her twitched at the memories of the past, but she was fine.)

So, Oil organized a little building session! No planned outcomes or anything, just…building stuff. Things…seemed to be going well. Arcane was getting a bit into it, with a faint enough smile on her face as she lost herself in her work. Oli was doing some herself.

…when was the last time she just built something for the sake of it? (A long time ago but it doesn’t matter you’re fine.)

Ooh, maybe a little music box? It would be nice to have something playing in the background while she was sleeping. (You needed to get away, you needed to hide.)

…she…really was out of practice with just making stuff for fun, h-huh….

No. She was fine. She could do this.

Part of her gauntlet slid open with a quiet hiss, allowing her to grab at the tools she kept inside. She began putting the music box together. It was somewhat finicky - tuning everything was difficult, though making the note disc wasn’t too hard. She chose a light, repetitive song - a lullaby of sorts - before she got to work on the box.

But…this work…it reminded her of some stuff.

How before (those screams the flames the burning pressing into your dough) everything, she spent plenty of time just…brewing potions and making little gadgets for fun. Curdle always gave her some new things to look into (before he left before-) and Scramble always liked brainstorming with her. (but now she’s broken and you’re broken too broken broken broken)

Her smile became a bit more strained, as her memories dived a bit…deeper. She had been worried for her brother when he first started to mess around with Dark Magic - she had faith in him, yes, but…she was scared of what the others would think. Scramble was nice, but…dark magic was…something else. (you thought he was nice too)

But…she kept working. Both now and in the past. She looked and explored and worried and worried and worried. When she stopped receiving contact from her brother and the others, she got even more worried. But…she wasn’t alone. (she wished she was, it would have been better if she was)

And then…then Syrup, he… (unnoticed by her, she gripped the tools tightly enough to bend them.)

Oh-oh look! I’m…I’m hyperventilating! Haven’t done that in a while! A far too cheery voice in her head stated as her arms trembled.

(she remembered the flames the agony her desperate screams the flames of the oven trying to change her to hurt her and he was laughing through it all it wasn’t insane laughter it was like he was laughing at a simple joke or story lighthearted not cruel not this not these flames that wouldn’t go out they hadn’t gone out she was burning SHE WAS-)

Her spiral ceased. Not because it reached the bottom.

But because she felt a small form wrapping around her body. They were warm and soft, even through her armor. (not hot like those flames, just warm, warm enough to pull her back.)

One thought went through her mind as Arcane Egg hugged her.

“It’s like being hugged by a warm balanced breakfast…” Oil whispered, tears starting to slow down.

“...I think that’s a sweet thing to say.” Arcane Egg said, her face still slightly squished from the continued hug.

“...thank you.” Oil finally said. They stayed like that for a while, as Oil’s breathing calmed. (She wasn’t there anymore. Her family and friends were here. She was safe.)

And when they finally broke the hug…Withered Oil had gotten an idea. Something to do for after the music box was done.

A little surprise for Scramble for later.

…how would she make it without Scramble noticing though?

[igrublocal]

The Best Takeout Food for Picnics at McCarren Park

Illustration: Naomi Otsu

North Brooklyn may be (relatively) blessed with waterside parks, from Schaefer Landing up to Newtown Barge, but none compares to landlocked McCarren Park for square footage, a necessity in this socially distanced age. McCarren, which straddles the borders of the culinarily diverse neighborhoods of Williamsburg and Greenpoint, also has the advantage of centrality and access to restaurants offering a vast array of picnic-friendly fare to go, including everything from Norwegian sweet buns to Polish gazpacho.

Smoked-salmon smørrebrød. Illustration: Naomi Otsu

1. 150 Wythe Ave., nr. N. 8th St.; 718-388-8037

There is no prettier picnic sandwich in the vicinity than Bakeri’s smørrebrød-inspired smoked salmon with preserved-lemon labne, radish, and fennel on house-baked sourdough rye. For dessert, get the skolebrød — sweet Norwegian custard buns sprinkled with powdered sugar and shredded coconut and said to resemble the sun shining on a snowy day.

Cold borscht. Illustration: Naomi Otsu

2. 694 Manhattan Ave., nr. Norman Ave.; 718-383-8993

When in Polish Greenpoint, do as the Polish Greenpointers do and bring cold borscht (a.k.a. chlodnik a.k.a. Polish gazpacho) to the picnic. A dose of buttermilk gives the soup its tangy oomph and chopped dill gives it some righteous herbaceousness. Pair it with grilled kielbasa on a brioche bun and shove the accompanying fries into the sandwich.

Lobster roll. Illustration: Naomi Otsu

3. 18 Bedford Ave., at Lorimer St.; 718-383-5345

Charred shishitos, watermelon gazpacho, cheese boards, corn dogs, and lobster rolls. The super-summery menu combined with a just-across-the-street proximity to the park practically defies you not to unfurl a blanket and have a picnic.

Heirloom-tomato bagel. Illustration: Naomi Otsu

4. 631 Manhattan Ave., at Bedford Ave.

New pandemic rules: Order online, pickup Friday through Sunday from 10 a.m. to 1:30 p.m. So plan accordingly, be prompt, and find four to six like-minded fressers with whom to share the $75 Classic Brunch Kit’s half-dozen assorted bagels and accoutrements (cream cheese, whitefish salad, Nova salmon, etc.). Solo brunchers should go for the open-faced heirloom-tomato bagel with scallion cream cheese, herbs, and a heretical drizzle of olive oil.

Shrimp-and-octopus ceviche. Illustration: Naomi Otsu

5. 614 Manhattan Ave., nr. Nassau Ave.; 718-349-0011

Citrus-sour and chile-spiked, ceviche holds a special place in the pantheon of hot-weather foods that simultaneously cool you down and light you on fire. Thai-fusion spot Baoburg’s picnic-ready rendition comes loaded with firm but tender shrimp and octopus. Scoop it up with a crispy rice cracker the size of an elephant’s ear.

Heirloom-tomato salad. Illustration: Naomi Otsu

6. 615 Manhattan Ave., nr. Nassau Ave; 718-389-6034

The menu changes with the micro-seasons, and so do the toppings and trimmings on the burger and the fried-chicken sandwich. But you can always count on beautiful, bountiful salads like a recent heirloom-tomato knockout with peaches and pickled cherries that came dressed in carrot-top pesto and spooned over a creamy swath of ricotta.

Poached chicken with ginger-buttermilk dressing. Illustration: Naomi Otsu

7. 587 Manhattan Ave., nr. Nassau Ave.; 917-838-7559

California bottles (and, picnickers take note, cans) are the thing at this regionally specific wine bar, which, to its credit, goes beyond meat-and-cheese plates to dishes like the house special: artfully fanned slices of avocado, cucumber, and poached chicken (or tofu) in a cooling ginger-buttermilk dressing.

Israeli bento box. Illustration: Naomi Otsu

8. 544 Union Ave., at Withers St.; 718-599-3670

The summertime motto of every Middle Eastern restaurant should be “Have Meze, Will Picnic.” That goes for Reunion, too, which packs up its spreads and salads plus bread and baklava in a handy tote. But don’t overlook the Israeli bento box with its choice of proteins (schnitzel or shawarma, say), sides (salad or potatoes), meze, and sauce (from harissa aïoli to feta ranch).

Oko kimbap bento. Illustration: Naomi Otsu

9. 150 Ainslie St., nr. Lorimer St.; 929-295-0480

Speaking of bento boxes, Okonomi has taken to selling them on its new Togokonomi takeout menu. The fish-and-rice-centric Japanese breakfast can now be had all day, along with new options like the oko kimbap bento, starring nori-wrapped, thin-sliced rice rolls stuffed with marinated yuba and pickles.

Pollo a la brasa. Illustration: Naomi Otsu

10. 50 Withers St., at Lorimer St.; 718-387-3434

Chef Erik Ramirez offers his Peruvian-inspired pollo a la brasa by the half or whole bird marinated in black-bean sauce and accompanied by creamy aji verde for dipping. And if you always thought the problem with quinoa was that it lacked something, the house version’s bananas, cashews, avocado, and bacon might change your mind.

Spicy-soppressata panino. Illustration: Naomi Otsu

11. 567 Union Ave., at N. 10th St.; 718-576-3095

In the minds of most New York restaurant-goers, Missy Robbins equals pasta, but her sandwiches and pastry are made to travel. Stock up on both at this daytime annex to Lilia, where house-baked focaccia encases fillings like prosciutto cotto and spreadable squaquerello cheese or spicy soppressata with honey and pecorino. For dessert, the fruit crostatas change but the chocolate-chip cookies are eternal.

Chicken-cutlet hero. Illustration: Naomi Otsu

12. 178 N. 10th St., nr. Driggs Ave.; 347-384-2222

This Philly-style joint’s roast pork with provolone and broccoli rabe is at once a thing of beauty and a horrible mess. If you plan to eat without a hazmat suit, consider instead Frank’s chicken-cutlet hero, dressed with the same soft greens and extra-sharp cheese but marginally neater. (You can’t go wrong with the classic Italian hoagie, either.)

EAT LIKE THE EXPERTS.

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[formerlycookierunauprompts]

and now

it is trauma time

-

Shadow Milk Cookie was rather curious about what had just happened. He had just finished up his date, when he happened to notice something odd in the forests around the Fairy Kingdom.

Strange machines - odd angular devices glowing with a strange green liquid - were following him and…just watching. Not doing anything else, just watching.

While he always liked an audience, the idea of these things spying on him - during his date - was not welcome. So, he began looking into them. Which led to this.

One of the odd devices was floating before him, projecting an odd panel from a sphere on its front. Said panel had words written on it in a much lighter green than the rest of the panel. What the words said was just as interesting as the machine.

Please come to the Simmering Swamps. I want to talk. (APPRECIATE THE CALMNESS OF THIS MESSAGE). - Withered Oil Cookie.

For a moment, he wasn’t sure who this was - and then, it clicked in his head.

Oh, Gleaming Oil Cookie! …or, well, Withered Oil Cookie.

Actually, now that he thought about it…after he and the other Beasts turned on the Witches, he never saw her again. He thought that she had just gone into hiding, or maybe died in what happened…

But it seems she had changed too. And she wanted to see him.

…he was pretty sure there weren’t any swamps on this continent though.

-

Turns out, there was a swamp on this continent! It was where the Ravenous Forest used to be. (Which was probably one of the other’s fault. Or his. Either or.)

The massive, wide-ranging woodland was now almost entirely a swamp. The air was muggy and hot, pushing down on everything around it. The mangrove trees scattered throughout the marsh seemed ill, yet also clearly still alive and thriving, some of them dripping with a neon green…sap? Whatever it was, there were pools of it scattered around, contrasting drastically with the foggy water of the rest of the swamp.

…also, it had been an hour and Shadow Milk still hadn’t found where Withered Oil Cookie was, so that was frustrating.

Eventually, however, he saw something new - a green ball of light had just shot up into the sky, which was very likely to be her.

The green ball expanded out into a full message. I’M OVER HERE, CURDLE!

…yeah, it was definitely Oil. She was the only one that called him that. Many times over.

Shadow Milk lifted into the air and zoomed through the forest, soon arriving in a clearing; there was a large puddle of the strange substance off to the side, and standing right before him was Withered Oil Cookie.

She looked very different from what he remembered. Back before…everything that happened, she had her hair tied back behind her head in a ponytail. She wore a visor over her eyes while she was brewing potions (and when she wasn’t), and a green robe with darker green accents. She constantly had a bag filled with potions hanging from her side.

Now? Her hair hung down over most of her face, covering her eyes. She was wearing a metallic jumpsuit with various green tubes across it, bubbling with that same odd sap. Black ‘rubber’ was at each of her joints, and on her right arm was a much larger gauntlet that seemed to be loaded with more capsules of that sap…and that was clearly a cannon embedded in the palm.

She smiled at him, her extremely wide grin twitching. “Curdle! It’s so good to see you again! I wasn’t sure if I would after the witches sealed you away for so long I couldn’t keep track of it and was constantly wondering if you would ever be freed.” Her right eye twitched. (which was pretty concerning.)

“It’s good to see you too, Oil. What’ve you been up to since-”

“Oh well Curdle I’ve been building a lot of stuff like my super observer bots the ones that sent you a message to meet here a super awesome under-swamp base where I can see everything from there’s also this cool jumpsuit that I loaded with weapons and powered with eternal oil that’s the green stuff i also made a bunch of defense systems to protect me a really big super mecha so i can finally be big like you a therapy machine that really didn’t work and i didn’t want to mention that last one aaaaa-”

Right. That was definitely concerning. Especially since her expression shifted several times in that whole…ramble. And she was constantly twitching. And also the mention of a therapy machine.

“Oil…what did you need a therapy machine for.” Shadow Milk said, (comparatively) stern.

“Nothing important! I just need to not think about it at all and focus on everything else, building stuff, my crippling loneliness, random balls of sugar fluff-”

“What happened to you?”

And it was that moment that Shadow Milk realized he asked the wrong question.

-

Why are they doing this? What did I do?

“If the Heroes turned on us, whose to say this one won’t as well?”

“It would be best if we disposed of them before they grow too strong.”

I’m scared…Shadow Milk, where are you?

“We could seal them away now…but then they could break free later…”

“Perhaps we could simply crumble them? It would save time.”

I don’t understand…

“I have a suggestion, my creators. All I need is access to the Oven.”

“You wish to rebake this one, Blinding Syrup Cookie? It is not a bad idea…”

What are they talking about?

“Not quite, my creators. All I truly need is the heat.”

“...very well, Blinding Syrup Cookie. You may.”

…What’s he doing? Stay back!

“And thus, the flames of perdition ignite. They grant my chains their searing grip, so I may enact the Witches' will.”

“You shall never turn against the divine, like your monstrous ‘heroes’.”

…

A̷̘̙̦̗͗͂̔͜͝͠Á̸̻͑̉A̶͔͆̀͆͝ͅḀ̵̇Ą̵̬̍̇̏ͅA̴̳͚̳̾͐Ă̷̪̞̙̘̑̕͘̚A̵̞̎́͝Å̷̮͍̒͂̐̿A̸̪͑̔̒̍Ḧ̶̘̬̤͖̤́̃͂H̴̠͊Ḫ̵͇͓͇̗̎̆͠Ḩ̶̪͙̙̥̇H̶̝̻̰̘̿͛͜H̵̺̟͑̃̄͊̍Ḩ̸̭̩̺͓̅̅̎̓H̸͈̎̆̇͘H̵̝̤̹͊͗̾̈H̵͍̣͋̿͛̄Ḩ̷̡̨́̈́͜H̴̢̛͈͎̦̱̃́̃͗H̶̥̱̟͉̀H̴̛̻̻͂̂̋̆Ḥ̷̨̙̩͐H̵̟͍̦̑̌͠H̴͕͓̓͜Ḥ̸̮̝̫̤͂H̴̗̣͛͌H̵͕͍̎̅́ͅḨ̷̭̼̥͌̆̊͘ͅH̸̨̬͓̝͒̈́̄H̵͈̅̈̇͠H̷͙̤̉͗̓̄̔H̴̲̔̏̂̓̕H̴͙̘͋̉̇H̴̼̉́H̴͔͔̍͑̒̊̓ͅḦ̴̩́Ḥ̷͇͇͉͊͝H̴̡͔̖̓̀͜H̶͎̳͆H̴̢̧̞̼̞̓̽͠Ĥ̷͚͚̳̓͝H̵̟̑́̀̋̕H̸̢̠̱͎̊͜H̴̠̥͕̊H̵͕̟̱̘͋͑H̷̙͖̪̳̎̏̊̄͊͜Ḧ̴̻̜́Ḥ̷̗̠̝̜͒́H̶̫͗̿̂̕-!!!!!!!!

-

Shadow Milk Cookie had no idea what happened, only that he really messed up. One moment, he was asking a very loaded question (he realizes that now), the next, Withered Oil’s eyes just completely blanked out before she fell to the ground, writhing in utter madness. And her screams…

He had heard a lot of screams over the years, but that scream?

It was different.

It was wrong.

Before he even knew what he was doing, he moved. He dove for Withered Oil Cookie and grabbed her smaller arm, even as she lashed out with her gauntlet upon contact. It didn’t hurt that much, and slowly but surely, Oil came back to her senses.

She stared at Shadow Milk Cookie in silence for a moment, before she lunged and-

Hugged him. (he did not expect that.)

She whispered something under her breath. “Please don’t leave me again.”

“I…I don’t want to be alone…”

…eventually, Shadow Milk returned the hug.

-

I’m concerned i wrote Shadow Milk out of character.

Also, if you see any shipping in this…DON’T.

There is no shipping here. Only sibling relationship. Shadow Milk is the elder brother theater gremlin and Withered Oil is the younger sister throws-stuff-in-a-pot-and-weaponizes-it gremlin.

(i should probably post this on my own page...)

THEY RE-BAKED HER ALIVE??? OH.

May I ask if I can crush Blinding Syrup with a comically large hammer? Because I want to.

Also i think you might be pretty in character for Shadow Milk here, it's pretty well done! All and all this was rather nice to read!

[selenelavellan]

i’ve got a lover (and i’m unforgiven)

Concert AU

Dirthamen, Deceit, Fear, and Kel are all @feynites

Warning for brief mentions of past rape

Selene's fingers stumble through the jangling keys, attempting to unlock the front door with her arms loaded down by bags of groceries. Before she can turn the key, the door swings open and Kel appears, jumping up and down excitedly with an unopened letter in her hands.

The ink on the front is a deep green, and the name above the return address reads Alaris.

“Mama, Mama!” Kel calls, still jumping up and down in the doorway. “Who's S-Suh...Sulvuna?”

For a moment, Selene debates making a run for it; the sound of the groceries falling would make an ample distraction. She had sprung for the fancier olive oil and the glass bottle breaking would mean Kel couldn't run after her, and the others would have to stay to keep her back at least until it was cleaned up, giving Selene time to cross a fair amount of distance. Deceits car keys are still in her hand-so long as she leaves it in a safe parking lot they'd get their vehicle back eventually so it wouldn't really be stealing, and once she was far enough away they couldn't arrest her and it's unlikely they'd really press charges anyways right?

But Dirthamen steps into the doorway behind Kel, placing a hand gently on their daughters head to stop her jumping while reaching with his other hand to take some of the groceries from Selene. She doesn't even think twice before handing them over to him and mumbling a quiet 'thanks' as he welcomes her back home.

“Why do you ask sweetie?” Selene asks quietly, trying to calm down her erratic heartbeat as she steps inside.

“They got a letter! Dessie told me not to open it, but he wouldn't tell me anything else, even when I said please. Then Nanae and Nabae got really serious looks on their faces, and Papa said I could have one of the cookies in the cabinet so long as I promised to be good, and then when I finished that cookie I was still hungry so I asked Dessie if I could have another one and he said yes but snuck me two and now I've had three whole cookies but I still don't know who the letter is for! Do you know, Mama? Do you?”

“It's for me, Kel,” Selene explains, placing the last two bags down on the counter, mildly impressed that she managed to go through all of that without taking a breath. “May I have it please?”

Kel hands it over, still vibrating slightly on her feet from what Selene assumes must be a sugar rush. Dirthamen comes back out from the kitchen, presumably to put away the rest of the groceries but pauses when he sees Selene opening the envelope.

She takes a deep breath, bracing herself for bad news as she begins to read.

Sulvuna,

I am afraid I have news for you. Please call me at your earliest convenience.

Thank you,

Alaris

Keeper of Clan Lavellan

Selene snorts at the letter, flipping it over to check that she hadn't perhaps missed something. But there is nothing else written on the letter, and Dirthamen cautiously approaches.

“It is good news then?” He asks.

“I don't know,” Selene admits, handing the paper over. “He sent me a letter asking me to call him.”

“That seems...wasteful?”

“Or like a stalling tactic,” Selene sighs. “I should probably call him, though.”

Dirthamen nods, ushering Kel into the kitchen to help put away the remaining groceries while Selene steps back outside to call her cousin.

“Hello, you have reached Keeper Alaris of Clan Lavellan, how can I help you?” comes a bright but clearly trying too hard to sound authoritative voice from the other end of the phone.

Selene shakes her head and mimics the professional tone as she replies “Yes, this is Sulvuna, cousin to Keeper Alaris of Clan Lavellan and I received an incredibly vague letter in the mail asking me to call him.”

“Oh! Sulvuna!” Alaris greets, more relaxed now. “Yes, I just-give me one moment please- Sulvuna, yes. I was hoping to hear from you soon. I mean, I'm always hoping to hear from you, you could call more you know, we are related and I barely know what's going on in your life these days. How is your daughter doing? Or Era-er, Des? Are you still seeing that band?”

“You're stalling,” Selene evades. “Did something happen?”

“Er...yes,” Alaris lets out a long breath, and waits several beats before telling her “Elrogathe has passed. In his sleep.”

Selene blinks.

Her body slumps, leaning against one of the large trees in their yard, trying to translate Alaris's sentence into words that actually make sense.

“...Oh.” She says.

“Yes...” Alaris continues, speaking a bit more slowly now. “I know the two of you were having issues, and your last encounters were...tense. But you are the last living member of his bloodline. Traditionally, you are the one responsible for concluding his affairs and determining what to do with his possessions.”

“Possessions? Papae never owned anything but his potions.”

“Well, there is the matter of those of course. But also his tools, clothes, his notes and also the aravel-”

“You can keep all that. Redistribute it to the other clan members as you see fit, you're part of the family too.”

“Sulvuna, I am not entirely sure what all of his potions do, the man never labeled anything” Alaris admits “And you know Elrogathe never considered me family, we're only related because your mother and my father were twins, there's no shared blood between him and I.”

“Well he never really considered me family either, and he openly disowned me so really-”

“Sulvuna,” Alaris says forcefully. “You are the only one who knows how any of his systems work. It's not as though he's going to be here to fight with again-”

“He started those fights!” Selene points out.

“That is not the point, and you know better than to speak ill of the dead,” Alaris continues. “We need you. Please.”

Selene sighs, and drags a hand down her face. “I can't. I can't just leave Kel and the others. There's a concert on Friday, and Des has work and I'm the only one who'll be home to keep an eye on her- I just can't, Alaris. I'm sorry.”

“Bring her along then,” Alaris decides. “Bring all of them, if you'd like. I’d love to meet your family, and I'll pass around their pictures to ensure the other clan members don't harm them on your travels.”

“Alaris-”

“Sulvuna, please.” he begs in the same tone he used when they were children and he was in over his head with a spell.

Selene shakes her head. “I'll ask them if they're interested,” She concedes. “But if not, I won't be able to come, and you will need to accept that. Alright?”

“That's...” Alaris pauses, and she can mentally see him weighing his options before he finally says “That's acceptable, I suppose. Please call me back tonight so I can make proper arrangements. Thank you, Sulvuna.”

The line clinks off, and Selene stares blankly at her phone.

“Oh, do I not want to do this...”

–

Unsurprisingly, Des is the first one to turn down Alaris's offer. “Absolutely not. The last time we went, they tried to kill you.”

The others turn to look at Selene at that, looks of concern and disappointment that this information hadn't been shared previously on their faces. Selenes own warms as she shuffles on her feet at the end of the table. “It was Elrogathe that shot the arrow, and since he's gone that's probably not a risk.”

Des still looks apprehensive.

“Well you are not going alone,” Fear announces. “I can cancel this Fridays concert. It is only a festival and we aren't the headliners besides. They will find someone to fill our slot.”

“Oh, you don't have to-”

But Fear is already dialing their manager and stepping out of the room before Selene can finish her argument. Her shoulders slump in defeat, Deceit standing and patting her shoulder consolingly. “Could be fun you know,” They point out. “Family trip and all that.”

Des snorts. “I think I'd rather take a trip anywhere else. How about Disney? Kel is at a great age for Disney.”

Kel raises her hand and enthusiastically announces that she seconds Des's idea, before Dirthamen softly but sternly explains to them that perhaps another year when there hasn't been a recent close death, Disney might be more appropriate.

Kel pouts, and Des leans back in his chair. “M'just saying, if there were ever one to celebrate...” he mutters under his breath before Deceit shoots him a withering glare.

The rest of the evening is a blur of making travel arrangements and helping Kel decide which toys to bring and which should be left to guard the house while they're out. Selene only tries to crawl out of her window once before Deceit catches her in the act and convinces her to sleep in their bed for the night. She has to admit, it is very steadying to have the familiar weight of them around her. Exhaustion catches up to her before long, eyelids and muscles heavy under the weight of the day as sleep overtakes her.

Deceit gently kisses her awake with the morning sun and roaming hands before Fear knocks and announces it is time to start the drive out to the clan.

They take the Imperial Highway out towards Verchiel, making notes of places of interest to potentially stop at on the way back home. Driving is done in shifts to ensure they are able to get there as quickly as possible, and it is already dark by the time Selene is sitting in the passenger seat of the minivan as Des drives past streetlight after streetlight, the rest of their family asleep behind them.

“We could still turn around you know,” Des finally says, waking Selene from her reverie. “Go back home. Tell them Alaris called and we weren't needed anymore.”

“It's tempting,” Selene admits, knees curling up towards her chest. “I'm just...I don't know what to expect when we get there. This isn't something I ever expected. Our new life clashing with our old one like this...”

“It probably won't all be terrible,” Des tries. “Deceit's gonna be popular.”

“At least four proposals.” Selene jokes.

“Five if Entareth is there.”

“Goodness, he always threw himself at anything that sang didn't he?”

“You would know.” Des grins.

Selene snorts, pushing playfully against Des's shoulder. The tension finally starts to bleed out of the two of them, attention falling back to the road ahead.

–

It takes another few days before they get to the rest stop nearest to the paths. They leave the car in the early morning, Fear triple checking that the locks and alarms are set and connected to their phone before they head out. Selene and Des both carrying their old robes in their packs, just in case. The trails are overgrown, and a few times they have to physically lift Kel over roots and moss, and guide themselves away from laid out traps hidden beneath the leaves. The sun is setting by the time Selene and Des have finally spotted the tops of the aravels, rearranging so that the others are all safely behind them.

Alaris spots them almost immediately, greeting them as they enter the camp.

“Andaran atish’an! I am Keeper Alaris, welcome to Clan Lavellan.”

“Aneth Ara, Alaris,” Selene greets with a slight bow of her head. “You know Des already. This is Dirthamen, Deceit, and Fear. And of course, Kel.”

“Oh goodness!” Alaris bends down, perched to make eye contact with his niece as he offers her a large smile. “Aneth ara, da'len. You've certainly grown since I last saw you. Do you remember me at all?”

Kel shakes her head slowly, gripping tightly to Dirthamens pant leg.

“That's alright,” Alaris reassures her, standing back to his usual height, still more than a head shorter than Selene. “I hope the journey wasn't too much for you all. You must be hungry. Come, there is food for you near the fire.”

Selene looks back at her family, who seem to be clumping together beneath the curious stares of the rest of the clan.

It's going to be a long trip, she thinks.

-

Dinner is awkward, Alaris asking question after question of Dirthamen, Deceit, Fear, and Des while various clan members approach to give Selene their quiet condolences. Kel's gaze can't quite seem to decide where it wants to settle most, but she seems determined to stay attached to at least one of her parents at all times despite her curiosities.

Probably for the best, Selene thinks.

They're just finishing up their stew when a very tall man with a long red braid steps out of one of the aravels. Selene feels like her heart has stopped, every muscle and reflex in her body screaming to Run while refusing to actually listen.

Des catches sight of him too, as the tall man makes his way over towards the fire, a smile on his face as he waves in greeting.

“Sulvuna!” He calls “It's been forever!”

“Not long enough,” Des mutters beneath his breath.

The tall elf makes his way towards the group, attempting to shoo Fear out of their space beside Selene. When they refuse to budge he gives a small huff, and just stands in front of her instead. “Haleir,” She greets with a mumble, shoulders hunching in as she tries to make herself as small as possible. If there were a good time to disappear, this would be it she thinks.

“How have you been?” He asks, taking a step closer to her even as Des's muscles tense in anticipation.

“Fine,” She answers quietly.

“Good, good,” he nods. “Trade's doing well. Lots of vendors asked about you, after you abandoned us you know.”

Selene swallows her words, staring determinedly down at the ground and trying to count in her head, to block him out, to pretend she is anywhere other than here right now.

“Hard to explain you ran off with a demon without it reflecting poorly on the clan, right?” he pushes.

“Hey,” Deceit interrupts, standing threateningly from where they were eating. Nearly a foot shorter than the orange haired elf, but no less intimidating from the scowl on their face. “Do you have a problem?”

Haleir frowns, turning to look at Deceit and the others situated around Selene. He must decide that it wouldn't benefit him to pick a fight here, and puts his hands up in surrender. “No problem,” he assures them. “Just wanted to clear the air before we start our trip tomorrow.” he turns back to look at Selene “We can always talk on the way.”

Selenes head snaps back up to look at Alaris, betrayal in her eyes. “I-we-what?”

Alaris shifts uncomfortably. “Haleir knows the safest way to Var Bellanaris, where your father wished to be buried. I thought it would be best for you two to go together, since you're not actually allowed in, Sulvuna. Haleir being there means you can enter with him, without trespassing.”

“No,” she and Des say in unison. “I'm not taking the journey with him.”

“Sulvuna, Haleir graciously moved his schedule around so he could do this with you, it would be rude to-”

“No.” she repeats.

“Why not?” Alaris finally shoots back.

Selene opens her mouth. Looks over at Kel, dozing off in Dirthamens lap, the way both Des and Deceit look posed to strike already, a similar vibe coming off of Fear on her other side. She lets out a breath.

“We...Can talk about that in private,” She finally manages.

Alaris frowns, but doesn't push the matter farther.

“We're all tired,” Des says, trying to placate the situation into something less tense. “Where should we sleep?”

“I've got room in my Aravel-” Haleir begins telling Selene before Fear steps in between them, filling in the last bit of space that Haleir had been about to step into.

“I'm sure that won't be necessary,” Fear says with an unquestionably dangerous undertone. “Keeper Alaris?”

“Yes! Yes,” Alaris says, rising to his feet. “I've strung up an extra hammock in Elrogathes Aravel for you, but if you need another I have an extra in my own that you can use while you're with us.”

Selene nods in thanks, standing and placing a hand on Fears shoulder to pull them away from Haleir before anyone gets hurt.

The inside of the aravel looks exactly as Selene remembers it; walls lined with bottles and jars filled with salves and potions and tools. Three hammocks are slung through it; the one in the middle, for patient use, the one on the far right wall where she used to sleep, and another a few feet from it.

The one which used to be slung on the far left, where her father slept, is no longer there. A strangely blank corner of an otherwise meticulously filled room.

“Guess we're doubling up,” Deceit notes without any complaint in their tone, placing their bag down beneath the patient hammock. Des joins them, noting that he met Selene in that hammock anyways. Fear and Kel take the next one, and Selene and Dirthamen agree to share her old one.

“Who was that, earlier?” Dirthamen quietly asks Selene later, when they are laying together in the hammock. The sounds of bugs and frogs chirping outside loudly in the summer heat, the rest of the camp already quiet for the night. Selene lets out a slow breath before answering.

“That was Haleir.”

Dirthamen is quiet for several moments, and Selene waits while he decides which follow up question he would like to ask.

“He seemed to know you.”

“We were together, when I was still here. Sort of.”

“Oh. Was it serious?”

Des scoffs loudly from his own hammock, and Selene debates for a moment the merits of flipping it over.

“Depends on who you ask.” She answers instead.

Dirthamen seems satisfied by these answers, or at least enough so that he doesn't ask anything else that night. His arms tighten around her middle, taking the position of larger spoon for the night. It doesn't take long for them all to fall asleep, tired and worn out from their journey.

–

Des wakes in the morning to find that Selene has already left for Var Bellanaris.

It's upsetting that she didn't at least say goodbye first, but he understands wanting to get everything taken care of as soon as possible so they can get back to their real home.

And Haleir is still in camp, so he didn't get to go with her anyways.

Good.

Des steps out early, stretching his arms high over his head while he goes to get some breakfast for everyone. He takes several fresh rolls, a bowl filled high with eggs and a couple cups filled with hart milk.

He didn't miss the way everyone here looks at him. Sure, behind flaps and in the dark of night it was perfectly normal to spend time with him, to ask for his company even. But here, in the light of day, Ghilan'nain forbid any of them are publicly seen with a demon spawn.

Ugh.

At least he managed to get Kel out of here, and keep her from growing up with those issues.

He catches the eye of a group of younger elves, likely born after he left but well into their teens already. They stop whispering abruptly when they notice him looking at them, and he just can't resist. He sticks out his tongue, dragging it over his lips with a spark of purple flame lit at the end, holding eye contact the whole time before vanishing back into the aravel.

He hears one of the elders clearing their throat pointedly outside, but shrugs it off. He pushes Elrogathes things out of the center of the table, placing down the food and drink while the others each wake in turn.

“Did Selene leave...?” Dirthamen asks, voice heavy with sleep as he stumbles out of the hammock he had been sharing previously.

“A few hours ago,” Fear answers. “I'm not sure she slept much at all.”

“Look who's talking,” Des teases, handing a glass of milk and a roll to Kel, her legs small enough they've slipped through the holes in the hammock and turned it into a rather comfortable seat.

“Haleir's still here though, so that's one issue taken care of.”

Deceit nods in agreement while Dirthamen stares curiously at the contents of his cup.

–

“So what should we do?” Deceit asks once they've all finished eating and getting dressed for the day. Alaris had brought in several sets of robes for each of them to choose from, likely pieces the clan had outgrown, but enough to make them look less immediately out of place during their stay.

“What do you want to do?” Des asks, rearranging some of the belts on Kels outfit, even as the sight leaves a bad taste in his mouth. Not that she doesn't look adorable in it (His daughter would look adorable in anything, really), but he's beginning to see what Selene means about their two lives clashing.

“Can we see the Halla?” Kel pipes up.

Des smiles at her. “Sure. I'm sure we could work something out.”

Entareth is watching over the Halla now, Ghilan'nains vallaslin scrawled over his features in a pale yellow. “Hey Entareth,” Des greets, carrying Kel in his arms. “How's it going?”

“Aneth ara, Era'harel,” Entareth greets, and Des has to bite his cheek to remind himself not to start a fight over the use of his old name.

“It's Des, actually” he corrects anyways. “And this is Kel. She wanted to know if she could meet the Halla.”

Entareth seems skeptical of the idea, explaining that halla aren't really safe for such young children until Alaris walks up to them.

“Is everything alright?” he asks.

“Kel wanted to see the Halla, and Entareth is making excuses,” Des says plainly. Entareth starts to argue but Des just shrugs and says “Well you were.”

“I'm sure Kel will be fine. We'll keep an eye on her.”

“But her parents-” Entareth says, volume dropping drastically on the last word, but Alaris holds up a hand to stop him, face going seriously.

“Kel is Sulvunas daughter, and my niece. Are you saying you have concerns about our family?”

Entareth, to his credit, has the decency to look abashed at his words before finally agreeing and mumbling a quiet apology as Kel strides proudly past him and towards the halla in their field.

Entareth and Fear follow her out towards the creatures; Entareth teaching her how to approach them, and Fear keeping watch that nothing dangerous or unsavory might happen to their daughter.

“Thank you,” Dirthamen says to Alaris, moving to stand beside him. “She is quite a large fan of halla. And dragons.”

Alaris smiles brightly “She has good taste. Thank you for bringing her here. I'm sure the journey was difficult, I appreciate you all making such an effort.”

“We appreciate being given the invitation.” Dirthamen returns.

A few other elves have stopped in their chores, watching Kel approach and interact happily with hallas, whispering among each other.

Deceit frowns, noting them. “You all sure do love to gossip.”

“Ah, yes. A bad habit, and difficult to break,” Alaris notes, looking to the elves. “I have tried, but largely I'm viewed as biased on this topic, due to my personal connections to those most often involved.”

“That's because you are biased,” comes a voice all too familiar to Des, and he has to resist the urge to turn and punch the man approaching; violence is on the list of Things Not To Do in front of Kel.

“As are you, Haleir,” Alaris notes. “You and Sulvuna were quite the hot topic when you were younger. We were all sure you were going to bond one day.”

“Yeah, well, what can I say?” Haleir says with a shrug. “I dodged a bullet.”

Alaris frowns, but Deceit speaks up before someone else can. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Isn't it obvious? She ran off with this little demon,” Haleir says, gesturing to Des “And then welcomed another one into her home. She's probably an abomination herself! Explains why Elrogathe had such a rough go with her, and why she was so uptight about everything. You know what I'm talking about, right man? Don't you all take turns fucking her or something? I don't know how you take all the complaining she does, unless you're into gags or some-”

Haleir doesn't get to finish that sentence though, as a blast of icy wind barrels through him, knocking him back several feet. There is a trail of ice and frost covering the grass from where he landed, leading straight back to where Dirthamen is standing, head high and shoulders straight and murder in his eyes.

It's super hot, Des thinks.

“What the fu-”Haleir starts, but Dirthamen takes a step forward, and cuts him off.

“It was you,” Dirthamen says, voice low and calm, but his magic swirling around him in a cold blaze of fury.

“What- Alaris, stop him!” Haleir yells, loudly enough that Fear and Kel look up from where the halla are still grazing, unperturbed by the magical energies in the air.

“Dirthamen,” Alaris says, holding his staff ahead of him defensively as he steps in between them“You can't kill a member of my clan. I won't let you.”

Dirthamen pauses slightly, eyes narrowing. “You defend him, after what he did to her?”

“He didn't do anythin-” Alaris starts

“He raped her,” Des says quietly enough that Kel won't be able to hear. “I found them, while we were out. The last trip we went on with him.”

Alaris nearly drops his staff in shock.

Then his knuckles turn white on it, as he spins accusingly towards Haleir.

“You did what?”

“It wasn't-”Haleir argues “She practically asked for it, we were dating and she was old enough, and we were gonna do it eventually anyways-you just said yourself we were gonna be bonded!”

Alaris stops a foot away from Haleir. Closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath before planting his staff firmly in the ground.

“You need to leave.”

Haleir blinks from his spot on the ground. “What?”

“I will not tolerate that sort of behavior in the clan,” Alaris says, cold and professional and authoritative. “Had I known then, you would have been told to leave long ago. It is my duty to keep my clan safe. You are a danger to the people. You need to leave, or I will make you. Do you understand?”

Haleir stammers, shocked at how the situation seems to have turned on him (And really, you've had this coming for years, Des thinks smugly). He looks from Des, to Deceit, to Alaris, to Dirthamen, before finally scowling and standing. “Fine!” He says, brushing a thin layer of frost off his clothes. “I've been carrying this clan for years, anyways. Good luck supporting the people without any trade, Keeper.”

Haleir turns and walks away in an overly dramatic huff. Or at least, he tries to, but Deceit sticks their leg out when Haleir goes to pass them, causing the tall elf to stumble face first into the dirt.

“I knew I had good taste.” Des announces proudly, slinging an arm over Alaris's shoulder.

--

It takes another three days for Selene to return to camp, looking worn and exhausted and in need of a warm shower.

Dirthamen is the first to greet her with a desperately passionate kiss, surprising her enough that she loses her balance and has to be caught. Deceit follows, with a series of short but strong kisses, and Fear even gives her a long hug.

“I was only gone a few days,” Selene laughs as Kel jumps into her arms and refuses to be put back down. “What happened?”

“I learned how to take care of Halla! Dessie showed me how to carve with a real knife, and Nanae and Nabae sang a bunch of songs after they drank some weird juice last night!” Kel announces. “Oh, and Papa almost killed someone!”

Selene blinks, eyes shooting straight to Dirthamen. “He what?”

“It was Haleir,” Des tells her dismissively “Doesn't really count.”

Her eyes widen, and her grip tightens on Kel. “Oh. But he-where is he. Now? Should we-”

“He's been banned from the clan,” Des grins, still stupidly happy at the news. Almost better than a lyrium high, really. “So you won't be seeing him here again.”

She relaxes a little bit at that. “Oh. Well that's, that's great. Did he hurt someone? What happened?”

“I told Alaris the truth,” Des admits. “And he took action.”

“Oh...” Selene says, swallowing. “Oh, so he-They all-”

“We never have to talk about it again if you don't want to,” Fear assures her. “But you should know we figured something along those lines had happened, already. If it helps.”

Selene nods, slowly. “Ok. Ok, that's...good, I guess. I'm sorry. That I never...told you.”

“We forgive you,” Deceit says as they place a kiss to her forehead “Not that there's really much to forgive.”

Selene thanks them quietly, looking as though she might collapse where she stands under the strain of her last few days and the news they just gave her. Des wouldn't be surprised if she did; he's not particularly spiritual, but Var Bellanaris isn't an easy journey on any level, even if the loss you're mourning is that of an ass who's not worth the tears.

Probably a good idea to take Kel out of her arms before she does, though.

So he does, picking Kel up and taking her back to visit the Halla one last time while Selene sorts and labels the containers left by her father for the healer who should be here by tomorrow morning from Clan Ralaferin.

After a night around the fire, listening to old stories and songs and seeing Selene more comfortable in her clan than he can ever remember, they finally retire to the aravel for the night. Their bags are already packed, ready to journey back out to the rest stop to get their car and drive home in the morning. Too relieved to all be together again, they end up laying their blankets out on the floor and sleeping in a large pile rather than in separate hammocks for the night.

It's cold, and uncomfortable and probably at least a little filthy because he can't recall ever once seeing Elrogathe cleaning something he didn't absolutely need to. But even with the cicadas screeching and the too loud frogs near the river, Des thinks it's a good place to be.

Together, with his family.

[maoklemm]

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Garcinia Vita The Low Carb food plan  is described by using the UK Diabetes organization as a food plan in which carbohydrate consumption is decreased and less than a hundred thirty g of this macronutrient ought to be ingested according to day. since this amount of carbohydrate represents simplest 26% of the electricity wished for the body, the rest have to be supplied by way of the intake of top fat and protein.

further to this food plan, there may be every other, called ketogenic weight-reduction plan, in which the amount of carbohydrates ingested is even decrease, being among 20 and 50 grams in keeping with day, which reasons the body to go into a state called "ketosis", where you operate fats as your primary strength source in place of carbohydrate. however, this food plan may be very restrictive and is simplest indicated in some cases. understand better what the ketogenic food plan is and whilst it can be indicated .

The Low Carb weight loss program is quite effective for weight loss due to the fact metabolism works better with growing protein and desirable fats inside the food regimen, supporting to lessen infection within the frame and fight fluid retention. test out the realistic hints within the following video: fitness blessings

Following a  low carb food plan  can deliver several fitness blessings consisting of:

deliver greater satiety , due to the fact the increased consumption of protein and fats continues starvation longer.

regularly control cholesterol and triglyceride levels , as well as increase appropriate HDL cholesterol, lowering the threat of cardiovascular sickness; assist manage diabetes by means of regulating the blood sugar degree; improve bowel characteristic by way of containing extra fiber rich foods; inspire weight loss due to decreased calories, extended fiber content material and glycemic manipulate.

Garcinia Vita combat fluid retention through stimulating urine production by doing away with excess fluid accrued within the body.

but, to try this sort of weight loss plan appropriately, it is very vital to have the steerage of a nutritionist, because the calculation of carbohydrates varies in keeping with the wishes of every body and their records. in addition, the dietitian also can help to recognize the quantity of carbohydrate found in each meals so as no longer to exceed the daily limit set.

The way to weight loss program Low Carb.

For low carb weight-reduction plan , one ought to specifically dispose of simple carbohydrates from the food regimen which includes sugar, refined flour, soda and sweet. in addition, and relying on how a good deal carbohydrate you are trying to attain, you may also want to restrict your intake of complex carbohydrates which includes bread, oats, rice or pasta, as an example.

Garcinia Vita the quantity of carbohydrate that must be removed from the weight loss program varies with one's metabolism. A "regular" weight loss program is generally excessive in carbohydrates, which includes about 250 g daily, so the Low Carb food regimen must be taken step by step so that the frame receives used to it and no facet results inclusive of complications, dizziness or mood swings.

Garcinia Vita it's miles critical that when eating this eating regimen you have got 3 main meals and 2 snacks, to allow you to consume small portions of meals throughout the day, decreasing the sensation of hunger. these snacks ought to consist of eggs, cheese, nuts, avocado and coconut, Garcinia Vita as an example. Lunch and dinner ought to be wealthy in salad, protein and olive oil, and can have only a touch carbohydrate. See Low Carb Snack Recipes.

The foods allowed within the Low Carb eating regimen  are:

culmination and vegetables in small portions, preferably uncooked, in shell and bagasse, to growth the amount of fiber and improve the feeling of satiety; Lean meats, specially chook or turkey, with out skin.

Fish, preferably the fatty ones along with salmon, tuna, trout or sardines;

Eggs and cheese.

Olive oil, coconut oil and butter.

Nuts, almonds, hazelnuts, Brazil nuts and peanuts.

Seeds in wellknown, consisting of chia, flaxseed, sunflower and sesame;

espresso and teas with out sugar.

within the case of cheese, milk and yogurt it's far critical to manipulate the quantities efficaciously. Milk may be substituted for coconut or almond milk, whose carbohydrate content is a great deal decrease. it is also important to comply with the Low Carb food plan with 2 to a few liters of water a day.

Foods Allowed Moderately

A few meals have a mild carbohydrate element which, relying on the each day carbohydrate goal, may also or won't be blanketed within the food plan. some examples consist of lentils, potatoes, rice, sweet potatoes, yams, brown bread and pumpkin.

In trendy, people who exercise often tend to tolerate extra carbohydrates inside the weight-reduction plan with out gaining weight so without problems.

Quantity of Carbohydrates in food

within the following desk are a few ingredients and their quantity of carbohydrates in line with one hundred g:

Forbidden Meals

on this weight loss program it's miles important to avoid all ingredients that have a high amount of carbohydrates. for that reason, a good alternative is to seek advice from the meals label earlier than consuming. however, some examples of the kinds of meals to avoid are:

Garcinia Vita Sugar : consisting of meals including sodas, processed fruit juices, sweeteners, chocolates, ice cream, desserts and cookies.

Flours: wheat, barley or rye, and meals inclusive of bread, crackers, salted foods, toast.

Trans fat : Packaged potato chips, frozen prepared food and margarines; Processed meat : ham, turkey breast, sausage, sausage, salami, bologna, Beaverbrook;

Others: white rice, white pasta, farofa, tapioca and couscous.

therefore, an crucial tip is to attempt to keep away from all sorts of processed merchandise as they generally contain a excessive concentration of carbohydrates, giving choice to natural merchandise and fresh greens.

Low Carb Weight-Reduction Plan Menu

the following table affords a three-day instance of the Low Carb weight-reduction plan  : The quantities included in the menu need to range in keeping with age, gender, degree of bodily activity and disease history. therefore, the correct is to continually consult a nutritionist to make a whole evaluation and nutrition plan appropriate to the desires of all of us.

See examples of Low Carb breakfast to consist of within the weight-reduction plan.

Low Carb Recipe options 

some recipes that may be covered inside the Low Carb diet  are:

1. Zucchini Noodles

A a hundred gram serving of this pasta has approximately fifty nine calories, 1.1 g protein, five g fat and three g carbs.

components

• 1 small zucchini cut into skinny strips

• 1 teaspoon of coconut oil or olive oil

• Sea salt and freshly floor black pepper to flavor

Approach of Coaching

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Spinach Tortilla

A serving of 80 grams (¼ tortilla) offers about 107 energy, 4 g protein, nine g fats and 2.5 g carbs. ingredients

550 g of spinach or swiss chard leaves;

4 gently crushed egg whites;

½ chopped onion;

1 tablespoon chopped chives;

Pinch of salt and pepper;

Olive oil.

technique of guidance

Garcinia Vita Area the spinach leaves in a frying pan, cowl and maintain on clinical fire till they wither, uncovering and stirring on occasion. Then get rid of from warmness and let stand for a couple of minutes on a plate.

Garcinia Vita within the identical skillet, positioned a drizzle of olive oil, onion, chives, salt and pepper, and permit the onion cook dinner until slightly golden. Then add the egg whites and spinach, letting it prepare dinner for every other five minutes, till the tortilla is golden brown underneath. return the tortilla and cook dinner for any other five mins on the opposite side.

Filled Cherry Tomatoes

A serving of four cherry tomatoes (65 g) has approximately 106 calories, 5 g protein, 6 g fats and five g carbs Garcinia Vita . ingredients

four hundred g cherry tomatoes (24 tomatoes approx.);

eight spoons (150 g) of goat cheese;

2 tablespoons of olive oil;

1 clove of mashed garlic;

Salt and white pepper to flavor;

6 basil leaves (to borrow)

technique of coaching

Wash the tomatoes and Garcinia Vita reduce a small lid on pinnacle, put off the pulp from the inner the usage of a small spoon and being cautious not to pierce the tomato. Stuff the tomatoes with the goat cheese.

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Strawberry and fruit gelatin

A part of this jelly of approximately 90 g (1/3 cup) contains approximately sixteen energy, 1.4 g protein, zero g fats and four g carbs. substances (for 7 servings)

½ cup of sliced ​​strawberries;

¼ chopped apple;

¼ chopped pear;

1 cup of hot water;

1 strawberry gelatin powder sachet (unsweetened)

½ cup of cold water.

approach of training

Garcinia Vita placed the gelatin powder in a box and flip the cup of warm water over it. Stir until the powder has completely dissolved after which upload the bloodless water. sooner or later, location the culmination within the bottom of a tumbler container and add the jelly on the fruit. Garcinia Vita Refrigerate until solid.

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If you Are Interested And went To Read More Visit Our Website This diet should not be taken by means of women who're pregnant or breastfeeding, as well as kids or teens, as they are growing. Garcinia Vita in addition, the elderly and those with kidney or liver issues should additionally keep away from doing this sort of diet, usually following a weight loss program designed by using a nutritionist.