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yelenasdiary · 1 year
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Reader is a chef and owns a well-known restaurant, she invites Florence to her restaurant and has cooking with Flo there. They flirt without really knowing it, they end up together
The Special Guest
Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader
Summary: When you heard that Florence Pugh was in town for an event, you invited the woman to your well-known restaurant after hearing her talk about wanting to visit the restaurant.  
Fluff | No Warnings | 1.2K
AC: Who else loved the vogue edition of Cooking with Flo?!
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"I'm so glad to finally be here! I've heard so many great things about your cooking" Florence smiled after you greeted her. The restaurant was caped to 50 people while the short blonde-haired actress was visiting, you had reserved the best table in the restaurant for her. The staff and you were very excited to show Florence just how wonderful your restaurant is, with all your hard work earning you an outstanding 5 stars, you were keen to know what the actress thought. 
"We're excited to have you" you smiled warmly before placing a menu in front of Flo, "I've heard you're a bit of a cook yourself" you added as you looked at her. "I love it! My whole family is a big on food, I cook as much as I can" Florence smiled with joy, her cheeks glowing with a blushing color. "We've all seen some of the wonderful videos you've made with your little show" you replied.
"They're a lot of fun!" 
"We'll let you take a moment and decide on what you'd like to order, it's all on the house" you smiled. "Thank you, you're so very kind" Flo replied as she picked up the menu. 
After a few moments, Florence's order came through the till and you lit the stove. Even through the heat of the working kitchen, you knew the sweating nerves you had weren't from the flame on the stove or the heatwaves from the grill but more so the fact that the Florence Pugh was eating at your restaurant. Sure, you've had plenty of high-profile celebrities come to eat and have received wonderful reviews from them but something about having Florence sitting in the dining area sipping on a martini only made you want to be sure that everything was extra perfect. 
Everybody was slightly on edge as the food was delivered to Flo's table, she hummed with joy as she picked up her cutlery and dug right in. By the look on her face, you could instantly tell how much she loved the food. "This is so good! All the flavours just mix so well together!" She stopped you as you walked by her table, "I'm so glad you're enjoying it" you replied with a proud smile. 
After her starter meal, Florence asked if you'd be okay with her filming a 'Cooking with Flo' with you in your restaurant's kitchen, a spontaneous idea you thought to yourself but nodded and showed her the way. She quickly found her way around the kitchen, setting up her phone and kindly asking one of your chefs to record the little show for her 8.6 million Instagram followers. 
It amazed you that she didn't care that she wasn't dolled up or the fact that your kitchen wasn't clean or how she didn't request anything. She found ingredients and anything else she needed on her own with a small smile on her lips. "I like a woman who knows her way around a kitchen she's never been in before" you joked with a chuckle, "Oh trust me darling, I know my way around a lot of things" Florence playfully winked before brushing her shoulder length golden locks out of her face and smiling to the camera. 
She introduced you, the wonderful restaurant you owned and how spontaneous this little idea was for her. You smiled nervously at her phone before she started to make her own little twist on a classic garlic bread. "Something a little basic but fun" she chuckled while speaking through the steps she was doing. 
"Do you mind if I make a fair bit and hand it out to everybody?" Florence asked as she looked up at you. "Of course, seems like you're already at home" you joked as she slowly walked over to grab more bread, grabbing a few different kinds to cater for everybody. You watched unknowingly in awe as Florence made her own garlic butter from scratch then made a pure pesto paste. You knew that if the customers enjoyed the Florence twist that you'd kindly ask if it would be okay to add it to your menu as a little special.
"Would you like to come and help me spread these on the bread?" Florence asked breaking your thoughts, who were you to say no to the pretty women in front of you as you nodded with a smile. Before spreading the pesto paste over the seeded bread, you took a little taste test as was instantly blown away by the amount of goodness and flavor it had. "Are you sure acting is working out for you? I could do with another chef" you smiled softly unsure if you were even joking. Florence chuckled, "oh yeah, it's fine, I'm sure I could pull out of the few movies I have coming up if I got to work here every day". "My door is always open" you playfully winked. 
After a while, you noticed some of your waiters and waitresses sending very concerning looks at the two of you. Pulling a waitress aside you asked her why they were all looking at you and Florence in such a way. "Really boss? You and her have been flirting this entire time. It's been fun to watch" the young waitress smiled. "We have not, she's a very special guest and I'm just trying to make her feel comfortable" you frowned slightly. 
"Yeah, ask her to dinner tonight, I bet she won't say no" 
"You're being silly, stop it"
"I'm not, look!" the young women turned you slightly to face the kitchen, "see how she literally can't keep her eyes off you? Don't say you aren't enjoying it because the smile on your face says otherwise" she adds. She was right, Florence smiled softly as she saw the two of you facing her. "And that's pretty much it!" her eyes turned to the camera, "go on, ask her" your employee pushed you gently towards the kitchen. "That looks delicious" you nervously walked back over to Florence with a smile trying to hide your nerves. 
"Here's some for you" Florence placed a small plate in front of you, "thank you" you replied before taking a small bite, before you could even shallow you knew that this would be a hit. "Your eyes tell me you love it" Florence watched as you nodded, agreeing with her, "it's so good!" you replied, "I'd love to put these on the menu if that's okay" you added before taking another bite. "Go for it! Gives me even more of a reason to come back". 
After Florence had handed out the free bread to the other customers in the restaurant you couldn't help but notice how much flirting the two of you actually did without noticing. "Ask her!" you saw the waitress mouth as Florence came back to you. "This was amazing, thank you so much for a lovely night. I can't wait to come back again soon" she smiled. "You're more than welcome, I meant what I said, you can work here if you need" you replied with a light chuckle, "before you go" you paused for a moment, "I was wondering….would you like to grab breakfast or lunch one day?" you asked with a nervous smile. 
"Thank god you asked" Florence chuckled, "I was too nervous to ask you out myself but yes, I'd love too" she smiled, her eyes looking deeply into yours. "Well, I best get your number then" you smiled softly.
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spaceratprodigy · 3 months
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OCs as Obscure References
Thank you for the tags @darkfire1177 @bokatan @hibernationsuit 💖💕
👇❤💜 Faith, Iris, Maril, AND Poppy 💙🖤👇
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Name:
Captain Faith Hawthorne
Animal:
Rat / Bunny / Sprat
Colors:
❤🖤💛
Month:
August
Songs:
Pressure – Billy Joel
Chop Suey! – System of a Down
Autoclave – The Mountain Goats
Angel with a Shotgun – The Cab
I Think We're Alone Now (Cover) – Billie Joe Armstrong
In Your Eyes – Peter Gabriel
God Only Knows – The Beach Boys
The Longest Time – Billy Joel
Number:
2
Plants:
Peony / Spider Lily
Smells:
vanilla and sweet bakery smells, old books and paper smells, a nice cologne, the smell of the forest when she would go hiking on Earth, gasoline (x)
Gemstone:
Villiaumite / Peridot
Time of Day:
Sunrise / Middle of the Night
Season:
Spring / Autumn
Places:
Fallbrook, Devil's Peak Station, Botanical Lab, Edgewater, Grand Colonial Hotel Penthouse Suite, Purpleberry Orchards
Food:
Empanadas, Rice, Sofrito, Sweets and Pastries, Cheese, Potatoes
Drinks:
Water, Tea, Orange Juice, Milk, Rum
Element:
Fire
Astrological Sign:
Leo
Seasonings:
Adobo, Sazón
Sky:
Full of Stars
Weather:
Warm Spring Day
Weapons:
The Vermin II
Hunting Rifle Hyper
Phin's Phorce (sentimental)
Social Media:
Tumblr
Makeup Product:
Black Nail Polish
Candy:
Dark Chocolate
Method of Long Distance Travel:
Spaceship (via The Unreliable)
Art Style:
Art Nouveau / Baroque
Fear:
loneliness, alcoholism, addiction, abuse, not being good enough, the drastic consequences of failing or not making the "right" choice, how many people she's hurt, never being safe, never being happy, whether or not she's capable of love or being loved back, never finding comfort, her numbness and anger consuming her
Mythological Creature:
Phoenix
Piece of Stationary:
An old, worn, well loved paper. The edges have started turning brown, on it is written all sorts of calculations and schematics that probably only make sense to her, some doodles in the margins where she was lost in thought.
Three Emojis:
⭐🐀📚
Celestial Body:
Cone Nebula / Carina Nebula / Eye of God
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Name:
Miss Iris
Animal:
Deer / Bear / Radstag / Yao Guai
Colors:
💜💙🖤❤
Month:
December
Songs:
Invisible Touch – Genesis
Everybody Wants You – Billy Squier
Black Sheep – Metric
I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For – U2
I Want You to Want Me – Cheap Trick
Babe – Styx
All Night Forever – TWRP
Number:
4
Plants:
Iris / Forget Me Not / Hyacinth / Lily of the Valley
Smells:
gentle floral scents, wood and sawdust, the smells of spices and nice hearty soups cooking, petrichor (x)
Gemstone:
Rhodolite Garnet / Scorodite
Time of Day:
Sunset
Season:
Winter
Places:
Red Rocket Truck Stop, Sanctuary, Valentine Detective Agency, The Third Rail, Diamond City Radio, Atom Cats Garage
Food:
Soups, Fruits, Veggies, Breads, Breakfast Foods
Drinks:
Coffee, Milkshake, Fruit Juice, Whiskey
Element:
Earth / Water
Astrological Sign:
Sagittarius
Seasonings:
Garlic Powder, Onion Powder, Rosemary, Parsley, Coriander
Sky:
Warm Sunset Colors
Weather:
Chilly Jacket Weather
Weapons:
Agamemnon the Fuck Upper (10mm pistol)
Amadeus (rifle)
Le Boom Stick Terribles (combat shotgun)
Social Media:
Pinterest
Makeup Product:
Dark Eyeshadow
Candy:
Chocolate with Caramel / Toffee
Method of Long Distance Travel:
Walking
Art Style:
Rococo / Art Deco / Impressionism
Fear:
losing everything and everyone she loves all over again, not being good enough, not being able to help or save people, causing harm or pain to others, being a burden, never being loved, never being wanted, never being able to free herself, never being able to rebuild a new life with people to love and be loved back by, failing her son, becoming a mother again, failing as a mother again
Mythological Creature:
Siren / Fairy
Piece of Stationary:
A love letter handled with the utmost care. She poured her heart into her elegantly written words. The precision is not lost on you, she wants it known you were worth the time. She signs her name with a lipstick kiss that makes your heart flutter. The parchment smells slightly like her gentle perfume.
Three Emojis:
💋💐🎭
Celestial Body:
Fireworks Galaxy / Pandora's Cluster
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Name:
Maril Highwind
Animal:
Crow
Colors:
🖤💙💚💛
Month:
March
Songs:
Shipmeisters' Shanty – Yoko Shimomura
Traverse Town – Yoko Shimomura
The Afternoon Streets – Yoko Shimomura
A Twinkle in the Sky – Yoko Shimomura
Asteroid Attack – Yoko Shimomura
Number:
21
Plants:
Hydrangea / Morning Glory / Sunflower
Smells:
oil, grime, workshop smells, ink, parchment, wood, paint, dusty old books, the smell of food cooking in the Twilight Town Bistro (x)
Gemstone:
Azurite / Malachite
Time of Day:
Early Afternoon
Season:
Summer
Places:
Traverse Town, Hollow Bastion, The Grid, 100 Acre Wood, Twilight Town
Food:
Sea Salt Ice Cream, Sugary Skies Ice Cream, Royalberry Ice Cream, Carrot Potage, Beef Sauté, Tarte aux Fruits
Drinks:
Lemonade, Limeade, Orange Juice, Apple Cider, Hot Chocolate
Element:
Lightning / Air
Astrological Sign:
Aries
Seasonings:
Basil, Oregano, Cumin
Sky:
Clear Blue
Weather:
Perfect Summer Day
Weapons:
Custom Twin Shooters / Rifle
Social Media:
Instagram
Makeup Product:
Sparkly Cosmetic Stars
Candy:
Sour Gummy Worms / Cotton Candy
Method of Long Distance Travel:
Gummi Ship
Art Style:
Futurism / Neon Art
Fear:
abandonment, something bad happing to her family and friends, not being able to protect the people she cares about, the darkness, her world disappearing while she's away
Mythological Creature:
Wyvern / Harpy
Piece of Stationary:
A stack of worn, rolled up scrolls. The dustier ones are filled with spells and runes you're not quite sure how to read. The ones that smell of inks and paints are beautiful illustrations of various gummi ship designs. The newest scrolls are countless blueprints, they are quite fascinating! Many are for building gummi ships, some are for custom weapons and defense systems.
Three Emojis:
✨🛸🤖
Celestial Body:
Cosmos Redshift 7 / Saturn
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Name:
Poppy
Animal:
Snake / Deathclaw
Colors:
❤🖤
Month:
May
Songs:
Foreign Object – The Mountain Goats
Choked Out – The Mountain Goats
Raining Blood – Slayer
Light Up the Night – The Protomen
I Am... All Of Me – Crush 40
Want You Gone – Jonathan Coulton
Number:
7
Plants:
Poppy / Bleeding Heart
Smells:
Blood, Filth, Campfire, Mildew, Foul Stench of Death
Gemstone:
Cuprite / Amber
Time of Day:
Evening
Season:
Summer / Autumn
Places:
Nuka-World, Grandchester Mystery Mansion, Pickman Gallery, The Combat Zone, Goodneighbor
Food:
Candies, Jerky, Noodles
Drinks:
Nuka-Cherry, Smoothie, Slushie
Element:
Fire
Astrological Sign:
Gemini
Seasonings:
Paprika, Cinnamon, Crushed Red Pepper
Sky:
Dark and Cloudy
Weather:
Stormy and Slightly Windy
Weapons:
Disciples Blade (from Nisha)
Pickman's Blade
Chain-Wrapped Aluminum Baseball Bat
Triple-Hooked Meat Hook
Social Media:
Twitter
Makeup Product:
Red Lipstick
Candy:
Cherry Flavored Candies
Method of Long Distance Travel:
Walking / Train
Art Style:
Expressionism / Surrealism
Fear:
weakness, not being able to defend herself, being captured or imprisoned in any way, loss of autonomy in any way
Mythological Creature:
Hellhound
Piece of Stationary:
An old, torn, crumpled up piece of paper. It's covered in dirt, or maybe that's soot. Did someone try to burn this? The handwriting is sloppy, but the words tell a story. Perhaps a diary entry. It's hard to read, but it's heartbreaking, desperate. This is something someone had to tell, to get it out of their system. It looks as if they tried to destroy it when they were done but swiftly changed their mind. Maybe, in the end, they hoped someone would find it, someone would know their story, maybe even find comfort in it that they're not alone if they've been forced to endure the same pain.
Three Emojis:
🗡💀🍒
Celestial Body:
Sun / Engraved Hourglass Nebula
open tag to anyone who wants to jump in!
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star-girl83 · 8 months
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I'd need you to tie me down around the fourth day. 96 hours willingly is already hard enough.
Let's say I got that far, even able to make dinner. There's a table for two, yet only one place is set. You're first served garlic bread. It's crisp and buttery. The garlic lingers long after you swallow. As I'm sitting across from you, my belly roars, as it thought today, it would finally get something. I tell you how excruciatingly taunting it was to cook this elaborate meal. Pasta with an intricate cream sauce. Perfectly cooked and seasoned meat and vegetables to compliment.
You finish the last piece as I return with the main course. Your tummy is now eager to ingest the meal I described. The song of my grumbling belly serenades your meal.
"I'm no baker, so I cheated and bought an ice cream cake."
With the iconic duo in one package, you stuff your gluttonous gut to the very top, leaving only melted ice cream.
I look at you, like that's what you left for me.
"Haven't I been good?"
With a grin, you drink the last possible chance my stomach would feel anything other than water.
Rest if needed after such a feast. Watching, or playing, whatever show, or game tickles our fancy.
I fall asleep after you, as my starved belly makes it hard to find peaceful sleep. Consequently, I awaken after you. Tied to the bed.
You've placed the largest "breakfast in bed" I've ever seen. Every possible meat, to multiple forms of potato. Little cups of jams and jellies accompany various shades of toasted breads. A bountiful bowl of colorful fruit.
You wake me up by clattering some silverware, making yourself a plate worthy of royalty. You set one plate down, and make a second.
"If you're good, you'll get yours."
A third, small plate with one half strawberry is placed on shriveled middle.
As though you didn't just eat enough for two people the night prior, you devour the two mountains of food. Although terribly famished, my poor tummy stays silent.
"Someone's being bad." You take the proposed reward away by placing it utop a cup of yogurt. You slowly spoon yourself the strawberry-banana treat, leaving the half berry for last.
"Come on, growl for me." Trading a spoon for a fork, you pierce the strawberry and twirl it around in the last of the thick liquid. With the berry now coated in yogurt, you wave it around in my face.
"Don't you want it?"
I attempt to lick a small drip that lands on my cheek, but it's too far for my tongue to reach. Still, my stomach remains quiet.
"Please, I feel hungry, even if my tummy is being naughty." I look at you with my best impression of a puppy-dog-face.
"How could I say no to that face. Hmmmmm."
Like an ice cream cone about to drip, you lick yogurt off the berry. Then, extend it tantalizingly close to my lips. As I ready my open mouth, you exclaim,
"Oh! Like this!"
Swiftly ending my only hope for any sustenance, you eat the berry.
You begin removing all the debris left by your destructive appetite. With no scraps left, my belly finally begins to cry.
"Oh, now you want to be good. Well. I'm afraid It's too late."
You listen as my starved belly acts as an orchestra.
How long would you leave me there and listen? Would you serve me any lunch? Dinner? Continue to neglect my envious gut?
I'd have to use the safeword.... wouldn't I? 🤭
i have found the ask! i am so grateful i did!
that’d just be so unfortunate for you, your poor belly only cooperating when it’s too late… maybe you would get just a *tiny* bit, if i feel bad when i wake up from the nap i take with your loud belly as a pillow
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Larissa weems x reader
Name: first date
Warning: smut, indecent language and 18+ content.
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You and larissa has been dating each other for 4 months now. But to be honest, The both of you never had a decent date. You both were always at work or busy doing something that was work related.
Tonight was the first night that you both actually had time to sit down, at a fancy restaurant and have a conversation that is not work related.
You put on a very short yet tight red dress that couldn't even reach your knees, and it also had a opening in the back. You wanted to tease larissa tonight, after all her favorite color was red.
You put your coat on and your heels before grabbing you phone and purse then left the house . When you got outside you saw larissa leaned against her car smoking. She caught your gaze as she saw you coming down the steps.
She immediately threw the cigarette on the ground before curshing it. She slowly walked towards you, smirking she couldn't keep her eyes off you and you found it rather sexy. The way she looked at you was deadly.
Giving her a small smile you looked at how amazing she looked. Now standing in front of you she gently garbed your hips bringing you dangerously closer to her.
Sinking her face into your neck she whispers "you smell like roses darling"
She hand placement on your body sent shivers down your spine. "Also I love how this dress brings out your every curve" she whispered softly in your ear. she planted a soft kiss on your ear before pulling away.
Hand never leaving your hips she looks at you with lustful eyes. God she was making you wet. Bitting your lips you leaned in and kissed her on her lips. You felt as if the entire world has stopped.
She kissed back passionately, cupping your face. She tried to force her tongue through your lips but you wanted to get her hyped up. Pulling away you smirk at her before fixing your lipstick. She looked down at you,craving you more and more each second.
She soon realized what game you were playingand decided to play along . " shall we?" You asked not breaking her gaze. She sighed heavily before letting go of your hips. She turned to the car before opening the door for you.
You smiled and entered. She got in and started the car. Giving you one last look to make sure you were comfortable she proceeded to drive.
For the entire ride her hand was on her thigh, tapping to the music that was playing on the radio.
When you guys arrived at the restaurant she looked for a park in the parking lot and parked. She got out the ran over to your side. It was very cute. She opened your door. You gaved her a slight smile before stepping out of the car.
She held on to your hand and helped you out. After you had come out of the car, she closed the door and locked the car. Her hand snaked around your waist,pulling you slightly closer to her.
As you entered the restaurant, you smelled the delicious food. She went to the table that she had bought for the both of you. "Is this V.I.P rissa?" You asked. She nodded slightly before taking off your coat.
The table was very hidden and private. Your seat was very close to a wooden wall that make your feel safe. You took a seat and took out your phone. "When ever your ready to order, love just tell me" she said giving you a slight smile.
You placed your phone onto the table and looked at the menu. Everything sounds so delicious, you thought to yourself. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear you closed the menu turning to larissa.
"I'll have the burger and fries with barbecue chicken wings and extra garlic sauce " you said. She smiled and then called the waiter. Soon The waiter came. "I'll have 1 "French barbecue" and 1 "island girl salad" with dubble margaritas please" she said.
The waiter took down the orders in her book and soon went away. You took up you phone and proceeded to text your boss about the presentation you'll be doing on Monday. Larissa was secretly side eyeing you.
"You promised that you wouldn't be on your phone darling " she whispered in your ear, leaving sloppy kisses on your earlobe. you shivered in response.Her tone of voice sending shivers down your spine. You turn to look at her. "I know but I just need to clarify this with Mr. Thinburn" you said typing faster.
"I'm sure it can wait baby" she said. Her hand slowly made it's way down onto your thigh drawing circles. Your body Jerks alittle to her touch. Her cold hand on you thighs. Her fingernails gently digging into your skin, making sure to leave marks for later . You quickly turn off your phone And placed it back into you bag.
You loved how protective she was of you especially when it came to men or other women. She wanted to be the only person to ruin you. You looked around and that's when you realized why larissa choose the vip room.
It was very dark with red led lights but there was other people in the room but everyone had their own secret space. This place was screaming romantic lust.
Larissa hand pushed you dress up above your hips. She spread your legs apart and gently rubs your inter thighs. She wrapped her arm around you to keep you in place. You had no idea what madness she was up to but you were in for it . Her hand reached down into your underwear.
She teased you a little bit to see how wet you were by, rubbing your clit up and down through the fabric of the underwear. You bit down on your bottom lip trying your best not to make it, obvious to the other 6 people that were in the room that you were being fucked.
"Can you be quiet for mommy?" She asked in a seraphic tone of voice.
She slowly pushed your panties to the side and without warning she pushed 2 fingers in you at once. You gasped out loud. You moan softly as she began slow thrust. Your eyes rolled to back of the back of your head as you felt her long fingers curl in you.
You moan out loud. The expression on larissa's face was priceless. She Covered your mouth with her hand as you tilt back your head. People was probably looking at you but you didn't care. Larissa was pounding into you hard and fast. She places one of your legs on hers to get more access to fuck into you deeper. You were close and she knew it, so she picked up her pace.
"Fuck baby I can't take it" you muffled in her ear between moans. "Sure you can sweetheart, don't you wanna cum on mommies fingers and make her proud?" She asked. Your head was spinning in circles. You couldnt focus, All you could focus on, was how good she was making you feel. You whimpered as she went deeper in your pussy hitting your g-spot.
"Shhh be a good girl for mommy and be quiet my love" she said going faster. Her words along was making you come closer on edge.
You could hear how wet you were, her fingers were gushing as she fucked you hard. You felt something building up. You couldn't hold it in anymore. "Please...Can I cum mommy" you asked shutting your eyes hard. "Yes you may my love " she said.
Soon you cumed hard on her fingers, she kept fucking you through your orgasm for a while before slowly pulling out. As she did so you moaned a little. you felt so empty without her. She licked your juices clean off her fingers before kissing you. You tasted yourself on her lips. You moan softly, smiling against your lips she pulled away. "Just wait till you get home.... I want you on all fours" she whispered.
Then soon the waiter came with the food and you ate.
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eddiemunsonw · 1 year
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It takes one kiss
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CHAPTER 5 - As real as they come
part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5
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Steddie Fanfic
Summary: Steve hosts a party and ends up suffering through the consequences of humoring Tommy.
OR
Steve Harrington kisses Eddie Munson by accident and that sucked. Right?
CW / Disclaimer: Some mild overlap with S4 scenes (barely) - But (!!) Eddie lives - Mention of F-slur once.
Author’s note: My first Steddie fic! Another first woop. Let's hope you like. It has five parts that I'll be posting both on here and on my ao3: eddiemunsons. Enjoy!
Words: (of current chapter) 4651 / (complete fic) 15381
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Steve’s POV
“Who wanted a hamburger?” Steve called out, looking around the backyard. Dustin, Lucas and Mike jumped up to get their fill, plates in hand. Steve’s stomach grumbled a little, although most of his appetite had gone purely from smelling all the food.
“Me first, I need one for Max too,” Lucas said right away. No one protested and Steve watched as Lucas walked back to Max and El. The latter started to cut up the hamburger so Max had an easier time eating while talking animatedly to her. Max was still confined to her wheelchair for now and the doctors weren’t sure whether she would ever get out of it. People often expressed their sympathy, but Max wanted none of that. Sure, she missed skating and her independence, but ever since her vision returned she had found peace with most of it. Being able to see Lucas and the others again was a gift she didn’t think she would get back.
It had been Nancy’s idea, to all get together and have some fun. So when the weather forecast showed a blazing sun and a fair bit of heat, Steve had suggested having a barbecue at his house. His parents weren’t there as usual, so it was most convenient. That, and the large grill they had in the backyard. Steve watched how everyone was eating and put some chicken satay and sausages on while subconsciously counting heads. Habit. He barely had a chance to frown when he noticed someone was missing as said person popped up next to him.
“Scooch over, Harrington. You should eat.”
Steve gave Eddie a look as he felt him try to pry the tong out of his hand. Simply because he could, Steve tightened his grip and smiled softly when he heard Eddie huff. Eddie had been cleared of crutches since last week, but he had a long way to go to regain the strength in his legs, which made Steve want to decline. But, knowing how stubborn Munson could be, he relented and handed him the tong.
“Thanks. I just put these on, make sure to—”
“I know how to handle a piece of meat, Harrington. Don’t you worry your big head over it. What do you want? These things? Something else?”
“Sure, yeah, uhm, maybe some ribs?” Steve offered as if he needed approval. Eddie shot him a grin and took a large gulp from his coke while dismissing him with his hand.
“I’ll bring it over when it’s done. You relax. Take some of that too,” Eddie said, gesturing at the table ladened with bread, several salads and fruit. Steve gave him a nod and joined Robin who sat close to the pool after filling a plate with some garlic bread and potato salad.
“Finally. Thought you’d never sit down.”
Steve eagerly started to eat, took his time munching away before responding to Robin. She watched him fondly.
“Eddie took over,” Steve explained. Robin smiled and glanced over at Eddie who seemed pretty much in his element. Especially when he scolded Mike for already coming back for more, waving the spatula around as he exclaimed it was Steve’s turn now.
“I saw. Nice view, isn’t it?”
Steve looked up, his mouth stuffed with a piece of bread as he frowned.
“That’s not very I-only-like-girls of you Robin.”
“I meant for you, dingus.” Immediately, Steve’s cheeks gained the color crimson and he swallowed the piece of bread down a little too eagerly, making him feel it go down all the way. He shook his head and took a spoonful of potato salad as he narrowed his eyes at her.
“No.”
“Oh come on. Did you even talk to him yet?”
“There’s not much to talk about.”
“Uh, there is plenty to talk about. Starting with the whole I-really-liked-kissing-you thing.”
Steve groaned and huffed a breath.
“I still wish you hadn’t heard that.”
“Well, too bad. I did. Loud and clear. And you two should talk.”
Back then, in the Upside Down, when Eddie had confessed he had liked kissing him, Robin had heard. In the midst of all the chaos she had heard and had decided to sprung it on Steve weeks later, in a completely out of the blue way that was very typical for Robin.
“That guy that you kissed, the one that made you realize you were bi with my incredible help and guidance, that was Eddie?”
Steve had panicked, looked around in horror to see if anyone had heard them, momentarily forgetting they were by themselves in a pretty deserted field of grass (He had been physically dragged out of the hospital for an afternoon by Robin and discovered they liked watching clouds together).
He still didn’t know how Robin had managed to miss the whole ordeal that had gone down all those years ago. Steve had no reason to not admit it right then and there and it had honestly been a huge relief to have someone to talk to, as his bi-awakening had been in a pretty dire looking coma at the time and it was turning him into a wreck. However, Eddie woke up, and so did Robin’s desire to help Steve confess his feelings. Steve, on the other hand, was convinced that that was a very bad idea.
“I don’t even know how to start.”
Robin shrugged, formed two mouths with her hands as she mimicked their voices badly. “Hey Eddie - Sup, Harrington - So uh you said you really liked kissing me when you were in my arms and I just wanna say me too man - Wow let’s kiss.” Robin brought her hands together and made smooching noises and Steve pushed her hands down.
“My god Rob, stop it.”
“I’m just saying, he’s literally making you food right now. Unlike me who selfishly sat here to cool my feet in the water.”
“I wouldn’t trust you near a barbecue anyway.”
“Ouch. I am hurt,” Robin deadpanned. “What do you have to lose?”
“A friend?”
Steve dared to look over at Eddie who was so focused at turning the sausages that the tip of his tongue was sticking out, wetting his top lip. He sighed.
“Gross. You’re so lovesick.”
“Mhm. How’s Vickie?”
“I’m seeing her tomorrow. Unlike some of us I actually am doing something about it.”
“That’s great, I’m happy for you, Rob. Go woo her.”
“Take a piece of your own advice and go woo Munson for me will you?”
“I’ll think about it.”
Eddie was coming over and Robin took that as her cue to join Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle at the table. His gaze followed Robin for a moment and then he settled down next to Steve, cross legged and facing him.
“Here.”
Steve looked down at the plate filled with two big chunks of ribs, three sausages and four satays. Eddie avoided his eyes and focused on the meat instead as he handed it over.
“Thanks, Ed. I’m not sure I can eat all of this though, do you want some?”
“Of course you can. It’s good for those jock muscles of yours.” Eddie’s hand clasped his knee for a moment. His hand was hot. So were Steve’s cheeks, now. He barely registered it though, as the word ‘jock’ settled unpleasantly in his mind.
“Can we just call them muscles? No longer a jock.”
“You’re kind of a retired jock, though.”
“Please?”
Eddie scratched the back of his neck and frowned.
“Right, okay. My bad. It’s just good for these bad boys, yeah?” Eddie said as he leaned over to squeeze both his biceps. Always touching him lately. “Gotta keep you well fed in case we gotta fight off monsters again some day.”
“The only monsters I wanna fight from here on out are lousy parkers and whoever keeps me from buying my favorite ice cream.”
“Who even wants strawberry ice cream anyway,” Eddie mumbled. “So… standard.”
“Oh, yeah, banana flavor is really wild,” Steve mumbled sarcastically, although he felt a flutter in his chest at the fact that Eddie remembered his favorite ice cream flavor. He picked up a rib and started eating while Eddie leaned back on his hands, looking way more delicious than whatever was on his plate right now. Cut off gray Iron Maiden band tee, sleeveless and fraying at the ends. Whenever he stretched his arms upwards, which he apparently did a lot, Steve noticed, a stripe of skin became visible just above his belt, showing off his happy trail and large, pink scars. Steve had a few of those himself now too. 
The most surprising part of his outfit were probably the black shorts that stopped just below his knees. Black, chains as usual, some extra pockets that he stashed several lighters, keys and his cigarettes in. Below were his milky white legs that were quite the contrast next to Steve’s sun kissed ones. He tanned pretty easily and had noticed Eddie’s skin simply refused to do any of the sort. Steve had only briefly looked down and Eddie had given him a warning look, as if to dare him to say something about it. Steve wouldn’t. He liked Eddie’s appearance more than he’d like to admit, legs included.
“I’ll have you know that banana flavor is quite delicious and very underrated.”
“It tastes super artificial.”
“That’s what I love about it.”
“You’re weird.”
“Why, thank you, that’s so kind of you to say.”
Steve smiled and dared to look up at him through his lashes as he bit off a piece of chicken. Eddie watched him quietly, his smile matching Steve’s. Then, he looked away to watch the kids as they chattered away loudly, animatedly. Carefree, almost.
“I gotta give it to Wheeler. This was a pretty neat idea.”
Steve followed Eddie’s gaze and nodded.
“It’s nice.”
Late afternoon turned into evening and Eddie had appointed himself the designated driver to drive the kids home. Nancy and Jonathan had already left half an hour earlier with Argyle, Mike and Will, which only left Dustin, Max, Lucas and El. It was mostly convenient too, as his van had enough room to put Max’s wheelchair in the back and her and Lucas fit easily next to him at the front while Dustin and El sat with their backs against the seats. Steve was so busy saying goodbye to all the kids that he hadn’t even really said goodbye to Eddie. A sigh escaped his lips as he closed the door behind him, immediately faced with Robin.
“Oh, you’re leaving too?” he asked, a little surprised. Robin nodded, giving him an apologetic look.
“I have to help my parents in the morning and I don’t want to be completely exhausted by the time I meet up with Vickie so I have to get a decent amount of sleep,” she sighed. Steve nodded in understanding.
“Of course. You go have fun tomorrow, yeah? Just make sure to throw the bowling ball forward and not backwards,” he teased. Robin rolled her eyes but smiled affectionately before pulling him into a hug.
“Thanks for the solid advice, dingus. See you Monday.”
“Good night, Rob.”
As soon as she had driven off, Steve closed the door to lean against it. Even the softest sigh seemed to echo in the large house. It immediately felt so empty without them. He only allowed himself to wallow in the feeling for a good minute or two before he pushed himself away from the door to put on some music. Just as he put the needle down, the doorbell rang. Knowing Robin, she probably forgot her sweater or something. Already looking around for anything out of place, he made his way over to the door and swung it open.
“Forgot something Rob— Oh.”
Eddie’s POV
Eddie walked past him without a word and only turned around when he stood in the middle of the hallway.
“So it was Buckley I just passed.”
When Steve gave him a confused look, Eddie gestured vaguely in the air and shrugged.
“I guess we’re alone then. Beer?” Steve was looking at him as if he had grown a second head and Eddie licked his lips, suddenly feeling a little awkward. “Unless, uh… I’m totally overstaying my welcome here,” he added, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t expect everyone to be gone by the time I came back, even though… I literally took all the remaining people with me except Buckley. Shit. Sorry, I—”
“It’s alright Eddie, you can stay. Glad you came back, in fact,” Steve blurted out. Eddie gave him a lopsided smile and started to shuffle backwards towards the kitchen, where the cold beer was neatly stacked in the fridge.
“Glad, huh? Missed me already?”
“Only every hour of the day,” Steve said jokingly. Eddie hummed in thought after he opened his can, really making a show of it. Tapping his chin with his finger as he gazed up at the ceiling.
“We ought to do something about that. What about a nice life-size cutout of me to look at whenever I’m not gracing you with my presence?”
“You’d scare the living death out of me if I woke up in the middle of the night facing that thing.”
Eddie grumbled something incoherent, grasped at his chest and gasped.
“Oof. You hurt me, Harrington,” he sighed dramatically. Steve smiled and Eddie cocked his head towards the backyard.
“Wanna go outside? It’s pretty nice out now. Bit humid still but nothing your pool can’t fix,” he suggested, already walking to the door.
“You wanna swim or something?”
“Ah, no, I meant just soaking our legs until our feet are old and wrinkly looking.”
“Oh. Cool.”
“Unless you want to swim?” Eddie asked, glancing back over his shoulder as he stepped outside. Steve laughed and shook his head.
“No, I’m good.” He closed the door behind him to keep the mosquitos out and joined Eddie at the edge of the pool, taking off his slippers as he watched him taking off his thick boots and socks.
“Aren’t those super hot to wear?” Steve asked curiously, pointing at the boots. Eddie nodded and put them to the side as he immediately dropped his feet into the water, a content sigh leaving his mouth.
“Mhm, but slippers are an atrocity. Uncomfortable, sand and other shit gets everywhere and I’m doing the world a favor by keeping my feet from view.” Steve peered down to look at Eddie’s feet, which were being swung back and forth into the water.
“I think they look fine.”
Eddie snorted at how genuine Steve sounded.
“I know. People would die for a closer look, which they’ll never get. So, in that way, I’m doing everyone a favor by keeping the temptation hidden from their sinful eyes.”
“So what are you doing to me now?” Steve asked, his brow raised. Eddie gave him a funny look and nudged him with his shoulder as he wiggled his feet in the water.
“What, you got a foot fetish or something, Harrington?” he teased, his nose nearly touching Steve’s cheek. “‘Cause if so… I might make an exception.”
Steve shoved his shoulder halfheartedly as he leaned away from him, laughter escaping his lips. Eddie felt his chest tighten at his laugh, which was a rarity to hear nowadays. To be the cause of it made it even better. 
Ever since… everything, he had seen Steve on the regular. Never alone, though. Tonight was the first time. However, he had seen loads of him. Had seen how he kept up a front around the others and saw it drop when he thought no one was looking. Except, Eddie was always looking. He had wanted to reach out to Steve numerous times, but especially on those occasions. Take him somewhere, just let him talk. He never did. Something held him back and he knew exactly what it was. Not even nightmares about the demobats, that he was certain only Steve would really understand, were enough reason to get him to do that. He just… couldn’t.
“Shut up, I don’t,” Steve sighed. His eyes fell on one of Eddie’s pockets, the familiar outline of a pack of cigarettes visible.
“Feel like donating a cig?” he asked, poking his pocket with his finger. Eddie smiled and took something out of his other pocket instead
“I’ll do you one better. Wanna share?” he asked, holding the joint between his fingers as he raised his eyebrows meaningfully. Steve smiled and gave him a nod.
“Been a while since I last smoked one.”
“Sounds like you should hang out with me more. Unless you wanna hang with Jonathan and Argyle instead, of course.”
“I wouldn’t just hang out with you for your stash, Munson.”
Eddie smiled softly and lit the joint, took a drag and handed it to Steve. After Steve enjoyed the familiar feeling in his lungs and released the smoke, he sighed.
“Today was nice. It felt good seeing Max smile so much. The other kids too, of course but… you know,” Steve said, knowing it needed no further elaboration. Eddie nodded. He did.
“They’re a great bunch. Support each other well. Lucas in particular has been so good for her.”
This time Steve nodded and a moment passed as they each took another drag.
“It was also nice seeing you smile today. Like genuinely,” Eddie added gently.
“I’ve been smiling,” Steve protested, though one look from Eddie made him swallow the rest of it. He looked away, gazed down the backyard that suddenly felt too large again. “You sure pay attention,” he concluded, looking back at Eddie.
“I do.”
“Why?”
“Because I care.”
“… Why?”
A hidden question lay somewhere in the cloudless sky, waiting to drop down on them as it had been lingering around them for ages, waiting to see who was going to get the answer from who. A moment went by only accompanied by the sound of their feet moving in the water. Eddie looked up at the sky, his exhale partially blocking the view as the smoke passed his lips.
“How long are you gonna make me wait, Steve?”
He felt the other boy stiffen beside him and it made him want to take it all back immediately, but it was out there now. It had to be, anyway. No matter the outcome Eddie couldn’t handle another day of not knowing. It was all or nothing.
“What do you mean?” Steve asked softly, with a tone that suggested he had an idea what Eddie was hinting at. 
“You said you weren’t gonna respond to what I said to you in the Upside Down while I was out. I’ve been out of that sweet hibernation for a few months now and… nothing. So I’m asking, how long?”
Eddie didn’t have to look to know that Steve wasn’t looking at him. He wordlessly held out the joint for Steve and he accepted, their fingers brushing just like they had done a few times before.
“So it’s really true, huh… people do hear things.”
Eddie nodded, leaning back on his hands as he smiled softly.
“Yep. I liked how you picked different voices for the characters. Really nice. But, back to important matters.” As much as he wanted to talk about the fact that Steve had read about halfway through the first book for him and how impressive that was, he had other priorities right now.
“I mean…” Steve hesitated, “it’s kinda obvious, right? If you add it all up?”
Eddie nodded again, his lips forming a smirk as he spoke.
“Yeah. It is. Since you didn’t say anything for months, I’ve concluded that you’re straight after all and just had a Fuck-Eddie-is-actually-kinda-hot phase. All good.”
“I’m not str—”
Eddie barked out a laugh and threw his head back, missing how Steve looked at him in horror when he did.
“I know, I know. Only a fool would lie about being anything other than straight in this day and age. I do appreciate that you were more passionate about defending your sexuality than denying that you find me hot, though.”
“You’re insufferable,” Steve groaned.
“One of my many middle names,” Eddie sighed. He bent forwards again, his hands now folded into his lap after taking the joint from Steve’s distracted fingers.
“Funny.”
“Not as funny as you avoiding what you were going to tell me once I woke up. Sarcasm, for the record.” He took the last drag and tossed the bud behind him, earning only a mild frown from Steve as he was deep in thought. He exhaled shakily.
“I hated it… that I liked it. At first.”
Eddie’s hand found his, patiently listening while nudging his pinky against Steve’s, linking them together as if to encourage him to continue.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I didn’t know why. The main reason it took me so long was because I had no idea bisexuality was even a thing. I thought you were either straight or gay. Stupid, I know.”
“It’s not stupid at all,” Eddie reassured him softly. Steve gave him a weak smile that gave away that he had a hard time agreeing with it, but seemed to relax as Eddie grasped his hand and squeezed. A nod, a sigh, and he continued.
“So… that’s when I came to you, you know trying to figure out if it was just a you-thing. But then you refused and… well. I mean, makes sense. It was a dumb request, I shouldn’t have asked that of you.”
“It wasn’t dumb, I just didn’t wanna risk being Steve Harrington’s little experiment. That would uhm, hurt, y’know? Didn’t want that,” Eddie explained immediately, to which Steve nodded again.
“Yeah. I uhm, tried to accept that I just had to forget about it. Didn’t work. Then, everything else happened and I knew I was the last person you wanted to see but I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t want you to be alone.” Eddie felt Steve squeeze his hand, though he avoided his gaze as he played with the frays on his shorts. Denim ones, just above the knee.
“I know I was a hard ass to you. Sorry about that,” Eddie sighed, looking guilty. “It’s just my front, and around you I had pulled up about three just in case. You were right though, back then. I was really scared. Of a lot of things,” he admitted. 
Steve’s POV 
Steve quickly shook his head, meeting his eyes. He didn’t want Eddie to feel guilty about anything. Although it hadn’t been easy to deal with Eddie’s sour mood at first, he understood where it came from and could only imagine how hard it must have been for him. As much as it had interfered with his desire to get clarity at the time, it wasn’t Eddie’s fault. At all.
“No need to apologize. I know what it’s like. To have to take it all in, have it crash down on you with no mercy at all.” Eddie gave him a grateful nod.
“And then…” Eddie started, followed by a rueful chuckle, “I thought I was gonna die so I dropped my brain-to-mouth, mouth-to-brain? filter, and spilled my deepest thoughts to you.”
“And then you didn’t die,” Steve added, turning his head completely towards Eddie now. Eddie nodded and sucked in his lips. He pressed down on them for a moment and then let them go with a pop.
“And now we’re here.”
“And now we’re here,” Steve agreed. “And…” he sucked in a deep breath, “I really liked kissing you, too.”
Eddie lifted his gaze from the water, searching his eyes for truth and Steve gave him the tiniest nod to confirm. His gaze softened, a hesitant smile on his lips.
“Yeah? Care to show me how much?” Eddie asked softly. Even before Eddie had completely finished the sentence, Steve was already leaning in, his hand confidently reaching for Eddie’s jaw while his heart threatened to stop functioning altogether. Eddie leaned into his touch, lips parting the second he felt Steve’s brush against his own and the softest gasp escaped his lips. As if they had kissed many times in between that one night and this one, Eddie’s hand found its way into Steve’s hair naturally, tugging ever so slightly. In his eagerness to find a better angle, Steve moved closer and attempted to straddle Eddie’s lap, momentarily forgetting they were still at the edge of his pool and therefore had his knee slip right off the edge. A gasp left his lips and in the midst of his panicking he quickly grabbed onto Eddie’s shirt, which was so worn that it tore under the pull of Steve’s weight. In the same second, Eddie quickly reached out to Steve, grabbing him tight, but it was too late. They both toppled over and landed in the pool.
Even before Steve got his head above the water again, he could hear Eddie’s bubbling laughter above him. Still holding tightly onto his waist, Eddie looked down at him with a big grin.
“Damn Stevie, so wet for me already?” he snorted, earning a shove against his now naked chest from Steve which did nothing more than push himself slightly back into the water.
“Shut up,” Steve grumbled, trying to not completely blush like a virgin at the sight of Eddie and the fact that he was holding him in a way he had fantasized many hours about. Eddie gestured at his torso with a grin.
“I mean… you literally tore off my shirt.”
Of course Eddie had to remind him.
“Shut up.”
“Are you blushing?”
“Eddie—” His frown ceased to exist when he looked up into those big brown eyes, who stared down at him with— affection? Fondness? All he knew was that he wanted Eddie to look at him like that forever. Still, he wasn’t going to admit that just yet. Instead, his lips formed a smile.
“I really hope you weren’t carrying a fortune of joints in your pockets today,” he mused, looking down at Eddie’s waist that was definitely below the water, including all of his belongings. Eddie looked down in horror only for a moment and let his gaze linger on Steve’s stomach, slowly raking up to his chest until their eyes met again.
“I don’t know, I’m feeling pretty high right now, Steve. I think I can go without for a bit.”
Steve rolled his eyes half heartedly and prodded Eddie’s chest with his finger.
“That’s because you literally just smoked a joint with me.”
A playful sigh from Eddie.
“I was trying to be romantic, Steve.”
“Didn’t take you for a sap, Eds.”
“Didn’t take you for someone who’d tear the clothes off my body before the first date either but here we are.”
“You’re—”
“Insufferable?”
Yeah, he was. Insufferable, sweet, kind, funny, pretty, handsome, and everything Steve apparently wanted, even if it had taken him quite a while to figure that out. He watched as water droplets fell from that wonderful mop of hair that really shouldn’t be that attractive now that it was soaked, onto his cheeks that had a light flush on them which made them extra cute and down to his chest, decorated with tattoos and the aftermath of not quite dying just yet.
“Yeah, that, and… so fucking hot,” Steve sighed, refusing to take another second being away from those plump, kissable lips. He slotted his arms around Eddie’s neck and let their lips meet again in a sweet kiss. Eddie hummed contently and pulled him closer by his waist, really pushing their bodies together.
“I could get used to this,” Eddie mumbled softly against his lips. Steve gave him the slightest nod.
“Me too.”
“So… 9.5?” Eddie asked as he gently nudged his cheek with his nose. This time, Steve shook his head, a smile forming on his lips.
“No. 10.”
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an-aura-about-you · 8 months
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Highlights from being on vacation today:
-grabbed a great breakfast with my cousin and the staff at the cafe recognized us because they went to the same show we were at last night! had a great chat with them about what the opera company is up to!
-went to a nearby cave with an audio tour and got one of those bags of dirt and crystals they let you sift through. (I Have So Many Cool Crystals)
-somehow found a scarf at the thrift shop that perfectly matched my outfit. I know it was a classic color combo, but still, what are the odds?
-also picked up a stack of classical CDs and a bottle of local honey from the same shop
-followed that up with a wine tasting. I sampled 7 different wines while hanging out with a kitty!
-that cat is named Pip and he has just one eye with limited vision but he was down to play with my new scarf.
-Pip was the second cat I met today! The first was a cat at the cave's gift shop.
-there was also another cat at the winery but I didn't get a picture of it.
-had a fantastic Italian dinner. like the food hit my tongue and I instantly said, "oh my god," it was so good
-the bread came with a little serving of roasted garlic cloves. and by "little" I mean "probably a bulb's worth"
-I was so full but couldn't resist getting some tiramisu, which I had a little at the restaurant and brought the rest with me for after the opera. (I Just Finished It And It Is Still Divine)
-the opera was so much fun!
-the did a setting update to here but it's the 60s so Eurydice was a flower child seeing a hippie on the side
-Orpheus was every white guy at the party with an acoustic guitar (acoustic violin?)
-shout out to my man Mercury and his awesome I Am song with awesome dance
-also the guy playing Mercury was hella tall
-in the category of funny background events, I was looking away from the crowd and noticed the Public Opinion having a very fun time with Bacchus before the designated time of her disheveled reveal.
-oh, so Eurydice can have a song about how Jupiter-disguised-as-a-bee is sexing her up, but when I, Jerry Seinfeld
-the can-can was not only just as fun as I thought it would be, the rest of the audience thought so, too!
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ayliamc · 6 months
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Italia
Days 0 & 1 - Planes, Trains, and Penises
Steps walked: 23,230
Flights climbed: 11
Vehicles ridden: 7
Points of interest visited: 1
Lemons spotted: Yes.
When you have a one hour layover in Montreal, and your flight to Montreal is delayed half an hour, you’re starting your trip with what I like to call a “cinched sphincter”.
Long story short, we made it. One uneventful three hour flight to Montreal (PLANE #1) led us to sprint thru the Canadian airport and find ourselves tucked onto an eight hour flight to Roma* (PLANE #2) where we got priority served some surprisingly yummy vegan dinners with an equally surprising complimentary wine. Some movies and some sleep later we had a significantly less satisfying breakfast before landing on time in Rome.
Planes: ✔️
Our TRAIN #1 got us from the airport into Rome proper where we hopped onto our TRAIN #2 with about five minutes to spare. A two hour trip to Napoli had me napping uncomfortably and waking up in a significantly more unpleasant mood thanks to a little bitch I’ve named “Hunger”. By now it was 1pm local time, our bodies thought it was 7am, and we’d had naught by a lousy dry muffin on the plane, some oversteeped bitter tea, and jackshit for lunch. And we still had to get onto TRAIN #3 which would at last take us to our final destination… for the moment…: Pompei.
Despite paying for Dan’s phone to be useable abroad, we had apparently already exceeded a limit we didn’t know existed which forced us after some scrambling to navigate to our hotel the old fashioned way: looking at street signs and a map. All accompanied, don’t forget, by Hunger, whom nobody likes.
Then naturally no one was at the very small little BnB we had booked so we had to contact someone to let us in, who assured us they would be there in 5-10 minutes. In Italian that translates to, “at least ten minutes.” (I’m learning that they live at a different pace than I do, the Italians. Much less concern with “getting there”, ‘twould seem after my whole half day of observation.)
Anyway it’s all well and good. Our BnB is a quintessentially classic little European building which makes the contrast of minimalist modern interior design particularly amusing. But it’s clean and close to the ruins, which is the goal.
Not the immediate goal though. That’s food.
I found a restaurant .07 miles away that claimed to have options “vegano” and after an initial paralyzing fear that I’d chosen the wrong restaurant due to the screaming baby behind us, they left almost immediately leaving us the whole place to ourselves.
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We gorged ourselves on fresh pasta with mushrooms and garlic, paid quickly, and booked it to the ruins for our four o’clock tour.
Our poor guide had to do the whole tour in both English and Spanish which was a little bit of a bummer for us but still filled with lots of info about the ruins and also a hilariously stereotypical Italian interaction with our guide. “Ok, so-a here-a we-a have-a the penis-a arrow-a…”
You get the idea.
And yes, now you mention it, so many dicks in Pompei. Brothels with rooms dedicated to particular sex positions (indicated by the incredibly preserved illustrations above each room), dicks carved into the roads pointing the direction to the brothels for sailors who just came to port, dick illustrations in lieu of street names.** And lots of stories of orgies in the homes there as well. Free love was rampant in the Roman Empire. Also sacrifice and slavery and sewage running ankle deep in the streets which led to raised sidewalks and raised crosswalks.
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‘Twas incredible to see how well preserved many of these structures are. Still vibrant with color, reliefs still in great condition, original tile floors… I mean I couldn’t believe how much of what we saw was original. And still more is being excavated all the time! What else will they uncover?
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We saw a few molds of the bodies. It’s hard to imagine how terrifying that ordeal must have been. Hopefully it was fast for everyone.
We wandered around for over two hours and barely made a dent in the park, but we were rapidly fading from human to spirit, alive to dead, and it was time to go home.
We stopped at a grocery store and immediately realized we had no idea what to buy, and couldn’t read Italian ingredients anyway. So after wandering around like ghosts for five minutes we bought juice then left.
The place we stopped at for dinner was … adequate. Would not recommend but it did in a pinch. We got some bland food to go and ate it in silence in our hotel room, counting down the minutes until we could shower in our doorless-hotel-shower and pass out.
Which is what I’m about to do now.
*why on earth do we give proper nouns different names in English? Why do we say Florence when we could say Firenze? Why do we say Naples when we could say Napoli? I’ve been in Italy for less than a day and I’m already irritated by this.
** Pompei was a trade town and people spoke many different languages including but not limited to Greek and Latin. So street names were not a good universal way to identify an address. Instead, they used symbols and imagery. We saw a sun, a face, and — yes — a dick.
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mxpseudonym · 1 year
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Something Like A Dream
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Pairing: Carmy Berzatto
Summary: Opera singers write grocery lists in their heads while they sing. What does Carmy, decorated chef at the best restaurant in the world, think of as he excels at his craft?
Length: 700
Warnings: None.
A/N: I told myself I would post no matter what tonight so here we are! My first-ish fic for The Bear.
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Hands.
Carmy blinked at the gleaming, pristine, circular canvas decorated with measured portions of a new-age take on something inspired by what used to be someone's grandmother's cherished family recipe. He couldn't stop his hands from making the precise movements - smearing, spreading, splattering. He only fully understood how dextrous humans were when he minced an entire tub of garlic for the first time. He wasn't one for math, and he sure as hell wasn't counting, but his hands told him he'd given his 10,000 hours.
Hands.
The sauces around him simmered and glossed. Sparks flew over his taste buds, .02 seconds at a time, and he knew this was the level at which the chefs in his kitchen had always dreamed of cooking. He tossed his tasting spoon aside before giving his critique. There wasn't time to give a glowing review of every element or sandwich his fucking feedback. There was only time to fix what wasn't working and go. This he understood. It's all he understood, actually. Outside of this kitchen… there was nothing outside of this kitchen.
Hands.
Outside of this kitchen, he was an embarrassment. He got lost on the subway at least once a week on trips from somewhere other than directly from his apartment to the restaurant. He'd learned to just keep his bread in the freezer, or else it would mold too quickly, as he never found the right rhythm to know if he'd finish a loaf in one week or three. How much mail covered his counter, abandoned just to make room in his mailbox after the landlord scolded him about not checking it enough and the small box being stuffed? How many texts had he yet to return? Not to mention the laundry he never folded after washes, only ironing it to get the crisp looks, for christ's sake.
But that was why the food was so good.
Hands.
What was passion but his ability to filter every single thing in his life - everything he'd ever been mad about, happy about, frustrated or indifferent - into fuel? What was instinct but to know how to make sure it got strained and garnished and plated every night to rave reviews?
It left everything that couldn't be seasoned to perfection rendered useless. It left his head empty, not knowing how much time was passing to finish his groceries, much less which train was uptown or down. It left his chest hollow.
Luckily for him, hungry bellies and sophisticated palettes didn't wait for him to call his mother back. As long as it was on the plate, colorful and edible, and able to be paired with a good wine, it was enough. He was enough. He was doing enough.
Hands.
That was all there was to it. Interviewers and mentees asked him what motivated him to work through culinary school and be a chef. How could he say being successful was a rage move? That he showed up because the culinary gods allowed it, and they'd likely smite him one day? Or that there are some months when he'd rather share a pizza slice with a gutter rat than smell a medium rare beef roast hit the perfect temperature? Fuck, if he didn't ask himself if he liked to cook every time he delighted in PB&J. 
It was a lifelong dream, he told them.
Hands. 
The only thing that even remotely calmed him down from his nightmares about being a chef was the picturesque foods of other chefs. It was sick, and he didn't dare ask himself if he was really okay. Because, for better or worse, he was definitely living out something from one of his dreams. The kind where adrenaline shoots through your sleeping body as you free fall into nothingness. 
Carmy blinked hard, taking a deep breath that sounded too much like a gasp, ignoring his sous chef's quick glance while separating herbs. The parsley was vibrant against seared scallops. He squeezed lemon over the garlic-buttered perfection and felt his stomach turn. His knuckles whitened around the citrus rind before snatching up a towel and cleaning the plate. The last meal of the night. He'd made it. He did well. 
Hands. 
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if you’re hearing LOVE GROWS (WHERE MY ROSEMARY GOES) by EDISON LIGHTHOUSE playing, you have to know PARISA ELSAYED (SHE/THEY;DEMIGIRL) is near by! the 27 year old MORTICIAN at IVY LANE FUNERAL HOME has been in denver for, like, . SIX YEARS (AND 16 YEARS BEFORE THAT) they’re known to be quite BRAZEN, but being VIBRANT seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble MEDALION RAHIMI. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those THE SMELL OF TOM FORD LOST CHERRY, FIELDS OF WILD FLOWERS AND FRESH BAKED CINNAMON COOKIE vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around WASHINGTON PARK long enough! pinterest || connections and wanted connections
BASICS
FULL NAME: Parisa Celina Elsayed NICKNAME(S):  "P", Pari, Paris. AGE: 27 DATE OF BIRTH:  October 30th, 1996 PLACE OF BIRTH:  Somewhere in California CURRENT LOCATION:.  Washington Park ETHNICITY: Iranian GENDER:  Demi Girl/Genderfluid PRONOUNS: she/they SEXUAL ORIENTATION:  lesbian RELIGION:  raised both Jewish and Muslim with interfaith parents, she considers herself modern Muslim and reform Jewish, and practices religion with fluidity, not constraining herself to what they consider outdated rules and practices. OCCUPATION: Mortician and co-owner of Ivy Lane funeral home FACECLAIM:  Medalion Rahimi
PHYSICAL TRAITS
HEIGHT: 5'5 WEIGHT: 115 pounds HAIR COLOR: Brown EYE COLOR: brown PIERCINGS: both ears are pierced, their nose was pierced for most of their teenage years. TATTOOS:  none at the moment but that could change. SCARS|MARKS: a healed scar between their thumb and forefinger SIGNATURE SCENT: Lost Cherry by Tom Ford.
PHOBIAS AND DISEASES
MENTAL ILLNESSES: adhd PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: n/a PHOBIAS: n/a
RELATIONSHIPS
PARENTS: Rashid and Jeroens Elsayed SIBLINGS: Yazmin and James Elsayed RELATIONSHIPS: tba PETS: a Bernese mountain dog named Athena, a white cat named Blu
PERSONALITY ZODIAC SIGN:  Scorpio MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral FAVORITE FOODS: cheese pizza with extra cheese, hummus with chili oil, sushi, garlic parm french fries, the little pretzels with peanut butter inside. FAVORITE COLOR: sage green, mustard yellow LIKES:  going to brunch, walking barefoot on their hardwood floors, long flowy dresses and skirts, the feeling prosecco gives you, eating udon noodles in bed watching her favorite films, an ice-cold cherry coke.  DISLIKES: restrictions and rules, the sound of people chewing, when they don’t have at least one savory and one sweet snack in their home at all times HOBBIES: moonwalks, antiquing, dancing barefoot in their kitchen to “guilty pleasure” music.
HEADCANONS
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Parisa always felt like they had a special connection with their religious background, but their views have always been progressive and fluid, which is why they practice in a way that makes them feel both connected to their roots and yet free to live their life in their own way. Parisa refuses to live by the gender binary, so why practice a religion that way? They know this isn't the norm and so they are respectful in every way they can be without compromising their own sense of self.
Parisa has a habit of sitting on their balcony or walking (with their dog) at night, far past what is considered a normal time, just to look at the moon.
BIOGRAPHY
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The idea of freedom had always been something that Parisa embraced. They grew up in a home that traveled, two dads and two siblings that all went on adventures together, before finally settling in Denver when Parisa was just 12. They gave her a home and room to explore life with open, hungry wonder.
Parisa was the kind of kid who played barefoot in the mud, looking for worms and put flowers in their hair. When she found a turtle in a lake on a hike with her dads, they let Parisa take it home. They named it ginger, and they built it a habitat and it became their best friend, whenever Parisa had a free moment, their eyes were on that tiny shelled being.
|TW MENTION OF ANIMAL DEATH and DEATH and RELIGION| Parisa's first, but certainly not last, encounter with death was when they were 14, and Ginger was found dead. While devastated, Parisa also found themselves intrigued, by the circumstances, and suddenly, by death itself. It became a hyper fixation. Encyclopedia research and Google searches were sometimes dark, but informative. While everyone else viewed it as something to be scared of, Parisa soon found that was beautiful, in a way. When Paris learned that they could work in the funeral industry, everything changed for them.
Growing up both Muslim, and Jewish, Parisa knew that in some practices, women weren't allowed to attend funerals and that the individual funeral practices of each religion that they found themself deeply rooted in were also restricting them from working on something they truly felt passionate about, so thus began both Parisa religious, and gender, exploration.
Their gender identity had never been solid, in such a fluid household where gender roles had never been enforced, after therapy and research, Parisa's realization that they were genderfluid came around the same time that their take on religion was also fluid.
Judaism and Islam are two beautiful, but to Parisa, slightly restrictive practices, and since their family had never been fully restrictive, Parisa took that approach with the way they practiced. With as much respect as they could, they moved forward with their line of passion, focusing on their relationship with both themself and God in a way that felt right to them. | TW ENDS|
Arapahoe Community College allowed Parisa to get an Associate of Applied Science degree, Parisa finished their degree in two years and a job for a local funeral home as a funeral assistant, it was about almost three years in Parisa knew that the way they viewed death and funerals didn't align with the job they took on and after contacting someone who had similar views (wc on main), they moved back to Denver and opened IVY LANE.
Parisa has been back in Denver for six years co-running Ivy Lane, living in a home just a five-minute walk from their work.
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As our front yard water feature grows, I have to say these Morels are a suitable substitute for the crispy fish I woke up craving.
This batch came from a friend who knows I love Morels. He's a Mushroom guy. By that I mean he knows about mushrooms like I know about beer. When he starts talking about mushrooms people's eyes glaze as they wait for it to be over. He's generously taken me mushroom hunting twice and we've found only a handful. Rather he found a handful. I can't see them.
I grew up in the woods. I'm comfortable in the woods even now. I never feel lost there but if I had to forage for food in the woods, I'd starve. When Marcus texted me asking if I wanted in on his order of Morels from a cultivator, I didn't ask him why the fuck in all the years I've known him and he's known I love Morels, he's never asked me before, no I said pleaseeeeee!
When these came in I was thrilled. I'd ordered Morels from Grateful Goat winery years ago and they ordered them from Oregon...they said. When they came in, they were flattened but they tasted like heaven to me. Haven't had them since.
Growing up in southern Indiana, I ate Morels as a child. I didn't know them as Morels just mushrooms. Black combs and honey combs they were known with the black being common and the golden colored honey combs most prized. They were just mushrooms. As my uncle's regularly found and brought us a "mess" of mushrooms, I didn't realized their rarity back then.
When I joined the Air Force I sometimes had mushrooms when I came home on leave. I didn't wonder why I never encountered them while living away. By the time I was ready to retire from the AF and move back home, my mind turned to things I could look forward to. Morels were high on the list.
Near the end of my enlistment, we purchased some land back home to build a house on. It had a patch of woods and even a mature pawpaw tree, the Indiana banana. One day, during construction I was watching my daughter, who was nine at the time, and I suggested we hunt for mushrooms near the edge of the woods. She had never seen a Morel as far as I knew so I described them. Almost immediately she said,, "There's one!" To my shock and utter delight, her sharp little eyes spotted 9 Morels. All honeycombs.
At that point, even though my faith in God was under severe duress, I may have attributed this incredible find to devine blessing. If so, that attribution was sorely test soon after. That same day I took those mushrooms to my mamaw's house. My first memory of eating mushrooms was of the mess my uncle Barry brought in to her house when I was really young. Certainly younger than my daughter on this day. She floured and fried those beauties to perfection.
When I brought the mushrooms to her this day and asked her fry them for me she seemed both tickled and unsure. This was 30+ years later and this woman who had bore up over a life harder than I can even imagine while raising seven kids, my mom included, was frail. She said she would. I watched while she fried those mushrooms to cinders. If there was a God, she would burn in hell for that sin. Lol there's not so we can laugh about it now. We'll she can't, she's dead, but she's not in...you know.
Anyway, Marcus delivered these mushrooms and they looked just like the mushrooms my uncles always brought us. They weren't flattened but, they were very dry. I texted Marcus to ask if I needed to soak them in salt water before frying. You know, to get all the bugs to come out. Omg, a dozen text replies later, including pics, I blocked Marcus. No I didn't but - Fuck Me!
Then I did a stupid stupid stupid thing. I googled "how to prepare Morels" and then my eyes glazed over. This ain't how mamaw ever made them. I prepared the first half bag of Morels in a way I'd never experienced before...and will never again. It's how you should prepare mushrooms without their own robust flavor. I could taste onions and garlic and butter but that's about it. I feel embarrassed even admitting it. If Marcus ever asks I WILL lie. Not worried about Hell even a little. Why burden him with my sin.
So this time, after a chaotic morning dealing with a leaky window, I remembered I still had Morels. This time I didn't second guess myself. I sliced them in half, cupping each gently as the sharp knife slit them, I lay them gently in warm salt water. Not to remove worms or sow bugs but to hydrate and soften them. I seasoned a bit of flour with sea salt and black pepper, and because I'm bourgeoisie addicted, a bit of onion powder. I fried them in a little olive oil and mostly butter. Much much better now! I could taste the Morels but I believe the flavor was muted because they were not fresh. I should have left out the onion powder.
Tbh the flavor of a Morel mushroom, when fresh, needs little enhancement. If you're lucky enough to find or God blesses you with Morels, even a leaky window is a small matter.
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Ever start writing a thing and you realize you craft world building better then actually writing the like book of it all. Hi it’s me that’s me.
So uhhh have some of my weird vampire story world points. I have 2 chapters? Sure we’ll say 2 chapters. Written and I am just sort of messing with the story as I go.
Beyond vampire book I have a whole Dystopian world I mapped out with cities and a basic layout. A future dystopia world based in a color power system, that one isn’t as fleshed out beyond what the color system is. But uh here have the vampire hierarchy of the vampire world. With faces of celebrities that i feel fit the sort of look? Who i saw in my head? There’s more but like these are who I found first.
Im tagging Joseph Quinn and Jamie Campbell bower because they are face references for things so. It’s under a read more just scroll if ya don’t wanna be fucked with my stupid ass.
Also tagged my friendos and others who may enjoy this. :D
So the purgers are based on the vampires from 30 days of night meets the hydra super soldiers bucky talks about in civil war. Like the ones who can take our whole cities in a night. Yeah think them.
(The next are just job titles or hierarchy placements, mother and father hit the same in the ladder of the vampire world. Men can be ‘the mother’ women can be ‘the father’ NB are the same as ‘ya just end up in a job title’ and no one really calls themselves by there title it’s just a job name in the hierarchy)
The mothers: charismatic, very off putting caretakers of ‘the selected’ they have jobs in the other worlds of the vampires and men can be classified as ‘mothers’ just depends on how the vampire change hits them.
The fathers: same as the mothers but they tend to have jobs outside of the houses that the selected stay in. Some are allocators, some are food runners. And some work at those fun boring admin jobs. Again women can be fathers. It’s just a job title. Again depends on what happens when you finish the vampire change.
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The leaders: you know the capitol from the hunger games? Yeah think that but vampire. The features are almost alien like, in a ‘did you have this face before you changed or did it happen after’ they are the leaders, the rulers, the ones who picked who is selected, the ones who control the purgers and the ones who you don’t wanna meet face to face cause you ain’t coming out of that meeting.
Yes the face claims? Include Julia fox and Madonna (circa her now where her face is just her face now) because they have that capital leader look. And tilda swinton has the ‘oh you were a LOTR elf in another life’ and Lawrence fishbern has a voice that just ‘yeah vampire leader’ don’t ask me why.
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The selected: the MC of the story and thousands of others chosen by the vampire leaders for one reason or another, they live in complete isolation in basements or similar dark, underground almost rooms, for the 6 month long change. In that time, your teeth rot and fall out of your head, they grow back to be strong enough to rip a throat out along with other things, your nails get real strong, and for those 6 months you basically are alone, secluded, and get a cup of blood a day. It’s not fun but it could be worse.
Also for those 6 months the fun vampire tropes we love, aka can’t see yourself in mirrors, silver burns you, garlic is bad, that kind of thing. Yeah that happens and it’s not bad it’s just ‘why is vampire biology so fucking weird’
Uhhhhh yeah. Idk if you want to ask me things on the world I will happily tell you. But also, it’s my brain goo coming out like ‘sup’ so ya know trademark don’t steal my idea yada yada.
@quinnsbower @furmicl @breanime @naturallytom @hotstuffhargrove @stranger-nightmare
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softlimefluff · 2 years
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Jean Pierre Polnareff (little irl things for your JoJo f/o)
Requested by @leftsidebonfire
-First off, little merch you can work into your life! Pins for your jackets or bags include this officially licensed zen monkey studio sparkly one and a fan made SDC one on etsy
-For stickers, there's an adorable froggie polnareff a very very squishy pol the jojo chariot card as a sticker and a very cute Polnareff face I want to squeeze (I mean look at him:
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If you want some official JoJo merch, there's this cool metallic p5 card and a p5 shiny can badge!
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-Unfortunately this etsy shop is taking a break atm, but they have the coolest coco jumbo and key friendship necklace set!!!
-Good news though, there's still an officially licensed turtle key keychain!
-Since Pol's favorite color (according to Araki) is gold and his tarot card is the chariot, I think this necklace is the perfect nod to him!
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-When I think of Pol, the scene where Silver Chariot skewers the coins stands out, so here's a cool yes/no divination coin you can have in your pocket for him
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-Another little Silver Chariot nod you can wear are these cool moon and sword earrings!
-Next, here are some accessories and clothes if you want to work his outfit into your wardrobe:
-Clear heart earrings like his and a few different finishes in the same style from an etsy seller (like glitter, solid, metallic)
-A black one shoulder shirt like Pol's (that goes up to 2x)
-Cuff bracelets that give me similar vibes to his
-Instead of just a rucksack, there's a cool oversized green corduroy tote
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-If you want to learn some French phrases and conversations to connect with Pol, here's a pocket reference book
-And if you want to make french food as another way to connect, there's a great "kids" cookbook with some basic but delicious recipes as a way to dip your toes into the cuisine!
-I also think Polnareff is really into fashion, so having some french magazines around to flip through can bring him into your space! I recommend the Vogue Paris Collections magazine (they usually release after fashion week and I've found it at Barnes and Noble before!)
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-For a cute solo date, buy yourself red roses from Pol, grab a baguette and some garlic and herb cheese (the laughing cow one!) and (if you're of age) some sweet sparkling white wine like a moscato (don't forget a glass)! If you want extras, pick up some fresh strawberries or melon, meats like salami or ham, and your favorite chocolates. Grab a blanket, find an open spot, and have a picnic <3
-Finally, music suggestions!! Pol's namesake is Michel Polnareff (and I love how he absolutely claims the character, it's so sweet:
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You can check out his whole discography, but my personal reccs are Lettre á France , Fame à la mode, Radio, and Sur un seul mot de toi
-Other french artists I think he would love are Phoenix (If I Ever Feel Better), Daft Punk (Digital Love), Stromae (Tous les mêmes), Madeon (Pay No Mind ft. Passion Pit), M83 (Walkway Blues), and Justice (Randy)!
-As always, I recommend writing your f/o a letter (either in a journal or on @ jojolovenotes), sketching your favorite screenshots, rewatching the episodes your f/o shows up in, and making a playlist inspired by your f/o (including their music namesakes).
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Mererid’s Gardens
Mererid puts a lot of pride into his ability as a gardener (and plant enthusiast) and deicides what gets planted and where.  There are many gardens spread through the Imperial Palace, inside and out.  
 Outside are many vegetable patches and groves of fruit bearing plants.  
Mererid ensures that the vegetable patches have:
Carrots: Three types appear in the patches; Candysnax which is delightfully sweet and disease resistant carrot, Purple Sun, a dark purple carrot that when cut open reveals a yellow/orange sunburst in the middle, and Dragon, a more wild variety of carrot that is a but spicy similar to radishes.   Mererid himself prefers the Dragon variety while our dear Emperor will sneak the Candysnax variety out of harvest basket not being actively tended to.  Purple Suns are used during banquets and feasts, as out of the darkness comes the sun.
Celeriac: Also known as Celery Root is a wonderful little nutty tasting root that stores incredibly well and makes for a good snack that’s easy to eat even while working in the gardens, throughout the palace, or behind a desk or pacing.  Also used in many stews and will occasionally be served mashed at dinner.
Garlic is a staple in the Imperial Palace and among Nilfgaard in general, every house has some. The two varieties you’ll find are; Bavarian Purple, noted for its very strong flavor, and the Chesknok Red, which is incredibly nice in cooking.  Bavarain Red is mostly used chopped or fined diced in spreads and dips.  The cooks in the palace will use recipes from anywhere, however they always add more garlic than the recipe calls for.  Who only uses 1 clove of garlic?!
Lettuce is another staple with two varieties.  Milagro, a hearty disease resistant lettuce that is sweet and tender, Butter Crunch which does well in hot summers and into the fall season and holds well for a lettuce. Bullet Lettuce is sprinkled throughout as a sort of ‘back-up’ lettuce as it is a vigorous and hardy type.
Arugula which is mainly used in salads for small dinners hosted by the Emperor, comes in two types; Bellezia which is a hardy type, great for the sometimes drastic changes in between Nilfgaard seasons; and Speedy, which is quick to harvest.
Onions pop up in almost every vegetable patch as they are used for almost every dinner, feast, and banquet within the palace.  Among the varieties you’ll find Oneida, a large onion that stores well for long periods of time; Monastrell, a disease and sun burn resistant type that’s a boon in the summer time; and Talon, a type of onion that can grow almost anywhere, even where most won’t even start to try and have a long storage life.  A chef once accidentally dropped sliced onion into hot oil and now both Mererid and Emhyr can’t seem to get enough of fried onions. A few guests have also taken to them and try to replicate the dish.  
Wega Parsley is the main strain of parsley you’ll find throughout Nilfgaard known for its tough nature that prevents bolting and bitterness and can be harvested late in the growing season.
Pepper plants pop up in planters around the palace they serve as colorful decoration and a source of food.  Candy Cane Chocolate Cherry are best at being both.  Their foliage is fantastic and the peppers produced are sweet and crisp. Emhyr hates noisy food, any crunching or slurping will drive him mad(more so than usual I suppose) but he makes an exception when Mererid munches on these as the man looks too damn happy to guillotine.  Padron, a shishito like pepper that is sturdy and produces peppers all season long for a continuous harvest.
Potatoes are found in large numbers in a few patches with Dark Red Norlands, which produce a heavy yield and are disease resistant, to the Carola which are resistant to disease but still require monitoring but, produce a heavy harvest.  A staple on the plate of almost every dinner and feast.  Do not mash them, the Emperor will have your head for it.  Mererid bless him, can only sigh and shake his head and secretly mash potatoes for him and few others servants/slaves.  
Sweet Potatoes, a favorite of the Emperor when roasted with salt and olive oil.  The Beauregard is the go to for being sweet and does well in cooler times.
Radishes, of which Mererid will go out and get a few and eat straight from the garden, you’ll find the Nile, which does well in heat, produces a sweet spicy root and edible leaves used for cooking.  The Celeste can be found near fall as the are wet/cold tolerant and can stay in the field for sometime before being unharvestable.  
Squashes of many varieties can be found; the Chiffon which grows upwards on tresses, or Cube of Butter which is a low growing kind with a heavy harvest.  Butterbaby saves some room on the ground by growing on tresses like the Chiffon and is known for a sweet and rich fruit.  The Golden Star has a tight plant and is disease resistant with a continuous harvest.  Squash rarely shows up on the Emperor’s plate, Mererid however will always take some if there is any to be had, just a small bit.  
Olympic Spinach can be found year round in the vegetable patches and on the table, Emhyr likes a good strawberry spinach salad and it’s an almost guaranteed way to make him eat something, at least in the summer time.  
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Let's talk holiday season food. What’s the family/friends favorite that always gets trotted out for every occasion, what food is a “special” holiday favorite?
Yay!!! So excited for this. You already know I’m gonna go off so here’s a read more. 😜🤣
Okay I’m starting with Thanksgiving, which is my favorite food holiday. In my family, the meal is 100% vegetarian friendly except the turkey and gravy (which I despise anyway), and totally centers on local autumnal produce. Also, EVERYONE, and I mean every single person over the age of 10, contributes. Even if it’s like, my cousin who has no culinary skills - he mixes drinks. Or my uncle who is the DJ and who sets the table and does a phenomenal job—with like, local flowers and origami napkins. Or my other cousins who do an art project with the younger kids, so even though they aren’t cooking, they make centerpieces and shit. 
One year, I got a fantastic deal on purple potatoes at the farmer’s market, and my brother used those for the MOST delicious mashed potatoes that were loaded with cream and garlic. That dish was a staple for many years, although in recent ones, he’s been doing smashed potatoes—or, when he’s super ambitious, Hasselback potatoes—and the crispiness is absolutely delightful.  
I have made cornbread every year since I was about 12 or 13. It’s this incredible recipe that includes fresh corn and browned butter - usually cornbread is dry, but this is amazing and doesn’t need any butter or anything on it. Sometimes I add jalapeños or red pepper for color/flavor - which one depends on how many baby-mouths are coming.
We always make fresh cranberries, too, not that canned shit. The cranberry bags have the basic recipe, but it comes out way too sweet that way, so instead we use about 1/4 of the sugar and a little orange juice. I like putting walnuts in, but not everyone in my family likes nuts, so I’ve found that chopping an Asian pear and tossing that in right before serving serves the same purpose of a crunchy element. 
My great-aunt’s sweet potato pie recipe is SO fucking good. It’s one of the best things on the table and the one year my mom said maybe we don’t need it because too many carbs, I staged a protest. I actually like it better than any of the desserts (and for some reason it's on the dinner table even though it's 100% a dessert--it's got a graham cracker crust and toasted marshmallow top, for fuck's sake). But anyway...
My favorite, or at least tied for favorite with like 5 other things, is my mother’s stuffing. (Well, dressing, since it’s not stuffed into the bird's ass, but the word dressing is weird to me for a substantial side dish.) She uses a mix of cornbread and regular bread, a shit ton of celery and carrots and caramelized onions, and veggie stock that smells so good, it makes me homesick just thinking about it. 
Occasionally there’s also something like Mac and cheese or fresh bread/rolls, or green bean casserole or wild rice. Kind of depends on who’s coming and how many people are there, etc, because you always need everyone to contribute. 
Then of course, we have tons of roasted or grilled vegetables, whatever looks fresh and beautiful, or what the more talented people have grown in their gardens: Brussels sprouts, eggplant, corn (bonus if we can find red corn) green beans, broccoli, sautéed mushrooms, carrots (bonus for purple or multicolored ones), butternut squash, cauliflower (bonus for purple). And a big salad with dark greens like rainbow chard or kale (usually grown by one of my aunts), avocado, radishes, multicolored peppers, sunflower seeds or roasted pepitas. I’ve seen other people’s Thanksgiving tables and I’m generally shocked by how much brown and beige there is. Our table is a glorious fucking rainbow. 
The past 5 years or so, I haven’t been able to go home for Thanksgiving, so we now have a tradition of repeating the meal (or at least, the favorites) on Christmas Day. 
Speaking of Christmas…
So, there’s an Italian-American tradition called “Feast of the Seven Fishes” that takes place on Christmas Eve. (I’m not positive how it started, but I am guessing it had something to do with how expensive seafood was in the “New World” and so it was reserved for truly special occasions.) We don’t usually do all seven, but we always make my grandmother’s shrimp recipe, mafaldi with a spicy red lobster sauce, baked lobster, and usually some kind of salmon my dad can grill. (He also cooks the Thanksgiving turkey on the BBQ. We find that his energy in the kitchen can be neurotic and thus enjoy sending him outside.) And of course garlic bread or something fresh-baked to soak up all the sauces. (Grandma called it a sponge.) Also we always have Panettone (the kind with chocolate, not the fruitcake one) for dessert, heated up with ice cream and ganache.
Then, Christmas morning is usually French toast (made with Challah so that the Jews feel represented), or this cheese blintz dish we learned from my dad's cousin.
Which reminds me, oops, I skipped over Chanukkah. Traditions there are more flexible since we don’t celebrate every day and often miss the whole 8 days and remember later in the month. Mostly since my dad doesn’t give a shit and my mom’s not Jewish. But we always at least have latkes (my brother’s are outstanding, and a few years ago he made the regular ones and I made sweet potato and they came out divinely.) Also we do chocolate-covered macaroons (not to be confused with the French macarons) since they’re my mom’s favorite, and my grandmother’s vegetarian version of chopped liver which is SO GOOD, and noodle kugel. And if we’re up for it, we’ll also make rainbow cookies, which I’ve talked about before at length. (Marzipan-flavored “cookie” layers that are basically a very decadent sponge, raspberry jam, dark chocolate. 
New Year’s Day: lentil soup! Black-eyed peas! Which I think supposedly serve the same good-luck purpose. 
Not specific to a particular holiday but a couple of times a year, my family does polenta parties. A huge pot of polenta and a bunch of homemade toppings, like tomato sauce, pesto, veggies, sautéed mushrooms, caramelized onions, different cheeses, meat that I don't care about, etc.
I’m gonna stop now. I could go on for fucking ever. (Super Bowl Sunday? Easter? Fourth of July? I care about nothing except the food.) I love food and I love my family and I love eating with them. I'm so excited that this year, I'm gonna be on the East Coast for a whole month visiting people. 🥰
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voidselfshipp · 2 years
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Where is your rider
Cw: age gap ( is it really age gap though? Cause death is an inmortal being? And my s/I is 18?. Idk) angst, injury and blood mention, food and meat mention.
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Summary: death stumbled into a small hideout, when its owner comes around, hes pleasently surprised when she takes care of him.
Song to listen while reading: The moss & come along (cosmo sheldrake) and "Where is your rider" (the oh hellos)
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Death stumbled down the old forest, injured and on the verge of losing conciusness, holding on the heavy wond on his side.
His heavy boots drag through the mud and Fallen autum leaves. Ragged and pained breaths as he follows his crow.
Dust flew some meters above the ground, leading Him to a most peculiar place.
A small cave, with two dark red courtains closing its entrance, he stumbled, and looked around, a hammock, a cast iron stove, dried herbs, hanging plants and a bookshelf with books. Fairly lights hanging around the trunks and roots that passed through the ground above.
The pale rider sat on the floor, using a healing potion to ail his wound. Still cursing under his breath.
Once he was better, he took off his armor, heavy metal pieces fall to the Rocky ground, he drags his body and hops on the hammock, big enough to fit him if he slept with his knees against his chest.
He covered himself with the brown blanket, dust drew the curtains and flew to the outside to Keep watch.
Be it because of exhaustion or because he needed a nap, the horseman fell asleep almost inmediatly, the wind blowing on the outside, whistling.
It wasnt hours later until he woke up, the smell of something cooking hit him, sitting up and noticing the bandages around his sides.
His eyes dart towards a figure, a human girl, young, Brown hair in a bun wearing a mahogany red jacket, whistling a soft tune.
Dust sits on his owners shoulder shaking his head, if he let her in it was because dust deemed her harmless
The girl Turned to him, smiling-- oh, hi, youre awake, how are you feeling?
Death stared at this human, how she managed to bandage him without dust ripping her a New one was beyond him.
-- its okay-- she said-- Heres your food, I figure you could use some -- she gave him a Plate of an omelette, that was covered with bellpeppers of all colors and some onion And garlic, he could see some grinded meat, it smell wonderfull, he also noted that she had her own Plate with food-- do you mind making me some space?
The rider nodded-- apologies-- he scooted back, sitting cross legged, eyeing the food-- this looks...good
--Thank you, you should try it, its not much but Its all I could sneak past my mom
At the mention of a mother the rider perked up-- how old are you, young one?
--Eighteen, its hard to move out in this economy
Death nodded, humans had many rules, nonsensical to him-- What is your name?
--Im Jerico, nice to meet you..?
-- Death...
--Cool name-- jerico stated munching down on her food.
He took a bite out of the omelette,and stops for a moment, it was very good, he started eating bite after bite.
--Want more? -- she asked.
He nodded-- If you dont mind making more...
--Not at all, I dont mind-- she hopped off of the hammock And started making anotherone.
--If you dont mind me asking, young one, you didnt hesitate on giving me your name, nor age, thats dangerous
--If you were dangerous, you wouldve harmed me already, you or your bird, besides you are in no condition to move even two feet...-- Jeri answered.
He chuckled lowly-- how observant of you
While she made his second omellette, death just looked around, now having enough calmness around him to allow himself a moment of vulnerability.
He noticed the Stacks of books,some where Fantasy stories, others books about plants and herbs.
--How did you find this place?
--Oh well, I like to scout around the area and found this little place-- Jerico started-- with some help I managed to insolate the earth above us and slowly made this place my home,well..second home, I dont live here.
--Quite...cozy-- He commented.
--Thank you, heres your food by the way-- she gave him his Plate.
--..thank you
--Of course, let me check that slash on your side, Ill try to be carefull
--Your bandages are enough, young one
--I know, I just want to make sure its okay-- she watched him sigh and raise his arm a little bit.
--Attacking a Man while hes distracted with food, how clever of you-- He joked.
Jeri giggled and slowly undid the bandages, opting to change them since they were stained with blood.
While he Ate, the human calmly bandaged his side again, humming a melody.
The rider had to admit that he was quite calm in his current situation, he was warm in a comfortable bed, good food and warmth. This human meant him no harm as far as he could observe.
--Its a gnarly wound -- Jerico commented-- what in the fuck where you doing to get this? Who did you pick a fight with?
He chuckled-- a demon decided to pick a fight with me
--Oh, that poor idiot didnt know what was in store for him huh?-- She commented backing away from his now freshly bandaged torso-- picking a fight with a rider, stupid, just..stupid
At the last part he Turned to her, amused--How did you know I was a rider?
-- we humans have a lot of books about mythology, death -- Jerico answered grabbing a hefty book and sitting besides him on the hammock, finishing her food.
She opened the book and flipped to the chapter where it spoke about the four riders of the apocalypse.
As he read, Death was impressed about how accurate some of the things here were --most of this is right...-- he muttered amused.
--Keyword...most-- Jerico joked-- id like to know the parts that arent quite right, if you dont mind
Death chuckled-- Curiosity killed the cat, you humans say
--And the answer brought it back-- Jerico added-- thats how the whole saying is
The rider nodded-- very well then, listen carefully...
And so, he started to tell her what she wanted to hear.
His story telling took so long that night fell.
--Ah, seems my rambling took longer than expected, young one, you should head home...
--You are right,thanks for everything, Death, if you need anything let me know, maybe you can send dust over
--I Will, now go
Jerico nodded petting the crow and giving death a pat on the back, quickly walking out of the small cave.
The dark bird followed her home, making sure she was safe, and once she was inside her house he flew back to his owner.
The Next day, jerico wasnt home until afternoon, as she entered the cave, she was pleasently surprised by death drinking some tea sitting on the hammock, a fresh meal waiting for her over the stove.
--Hello death! Sorry I wasnt home all day, I was at school, you know how it is, senior Year and all-- did you Cook that for me?
He nodded-- it would be rude of me not to return the favor
She smiled leaving her bag against the book case and grabbing a Plate, snatching her water bottle from her bag and sitting besides death.
--How did you know when I was coming back? --She asked.
--i, -- he cleared his throat-- I sent dust to look over you, he let me know you were coming...
Jeri melted, putting her head against his shoulder-- thats so sweet, thank you, it tastes great
He smiled under his mask, looking down at her, giving her a nodd of acknowledgement.
So, day after day, death and jerico hanged out togheter in that cave, until the rider was able to walk again.
They sat on the floor, over a carpet, looking out at the raging storm outside, drinking some tea. The cave was still warm, but both sat slightly closer to eachother.
--Theres a song I wanted to show you-- jerico said, grabbing her phone-- it reminds me of you, the songs about the pale rider's horse...so your horse basically...
He raised a brow, amused at her commentary. Nonetheless, he made sure to pay attention to the lyrics of the song.
"Was it you 'mid the fire and the ember?
Were you there to bedevil and beguile?
See, your face wasn't quite as I remember
But I know that wicked shape to your smile"
Death slowly started tapping the rythm of the song against his porcelain mug. Hearing the song.
He thought of the third phrase of the first verse, she seemed to know him, not because of the books she read, but truly know him.
She knew when he was having a bad day, when he was happy, when he was tired, and he knew when he was smiling under that mask.
"Bury me as it pleases you, lover
At sea, or deep within the catacomb
But these bones never rested while living
So how can they stand to languish in repose?"
His eyes drifted towards jerico who was watching the rain fall.
He had witnessed her on her stressfull moments, during exam season, or anxiety attacks, she was restless, And still was, but lesser now that her life regained some peace. He couldnt help but feel like the last line of that verse applied to her.
"He has thrown down the cavalry as gravel sinks
And as the stone founders underneath the sundered sea of red and reed
The shadow of Hades is fading
For he has cast down Leviathan, the tyrant, and the horse and rider"
Then his mind thought of the day they met, he had slain a cavalry of demons, the water puddles were tainted red with their blood.
He was casted into the trees of this human realm, and helped to recover by this human.
"Where is your rider?
Where is your rider?
He will hold with all of his might the armies of night
Still as boulders laid to the side 'til we pass by
He has hoisted out of the mire every child
So lift your voice with timbrel and lyre
We will abide, we will abide, we will abide"
Then, his final thoughts before the song ended were how hes destined to ride through the earth, he would make sure humans were safe and sound from both the armies of heaven and hell, and would make sure no-one, woman, Man or child was left behind.
But then he looked at her, he would make sure she would be alright, if she was still around by then.
--I liked it-- he said.
--Im glad you did...--jerico leaned in and felt him wrap his arm around her, pulling her closer.
Before he left, he summoned dispair, helping her up and starting to ride with her around the forest. He could hear her laugh as she held on the rains.
He would miss her, a lot.
Once back to the cave, he got off from the horse and took one last look at her-- Stay safe, young one-- she hugged him and he hugged back.
--Before you go..., I made you something... -- jeri gave him a necklace, hanging from it was a skull, with some yellow mushrooms growing from it-- a keepsake, if you miss me..
--I...thank you-- death said in disbelief holding the gift, that looked so small in his big hands.-- thank you for taking care of me, jerico...
--Of course, death...-- she made a pause, looking at him put the necklace on a pouch tied to his waist.
She sighed and kissed his mask-- Please come visit...
The rider was stunned for a moment, before lifting her up and nuzzling his mask against her cheek, she giggled, and then he set her down.
--I Will try...
--Goodbye, dust-- the girl pet the crow for one last time before death got on his steed and Rode away, dissapearing into a cloud of purple mist.
She sighed, shakily walking to the cave and looking at the small photo album she made.
There were few pictures, but those there meant the world to her, she looked at it for a moment, before breaking into heavy sobbing, falling on her knees and covering her face. She Will miss him.
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geraskier · 1 year
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fish update:
shrimp tank is thriving after the move. i drained about half the water out into a bucket with a tight lid, and drove bucket and tank over to my new house. both the hanging and sponge filters were sitting in tank water. set the tank down, poured the bucket water back in, and plugged in filters + lights (no heater in this tank). i've seen multiple amanos and the ghost shrimp, and no pinkish corpses so i think we still have everyone! BEAUTIFUL copper and bronze ramshorns.
i moved colgate toothpaste's tank the same way. he's still very active, eats, pesters his snails, etc. manicured his plants to give him more wiggle room. his fins are growing back well from when he tore them a while ago. metallic brown ramshorns.
steve rogers is...well. he got fin rot, and i started treating him, but i feel guilty i didn't notice fast enough bc he lost a bit of his tail fins :( he swims around more now, he seems more responsive to his environment. however he's having some kind of buoyancy issue where he can't swim downward much. he doesn't *appear* bloated, but i'm hesitant to cut back on food bc he seems to have pepped up after eating more. gonna buy some daphnia and soak it in garlic guard and cross my fingers. i think i culled the ramshorns??? there are only bladder snails and a nerite in this tank.
clive barker is SOOOO lively!!! i swear i saw him trying to blow bubbles earlier. he's a tiny lil man but he loves flaring at his ramshorn snails for no reason. always poking his head around every corner of the tank, coloring looks great, definitely recovered from the fungal infection he had earlier in the year. ramshorns are brown + heavily dappled with white.
haven't been as attentive to my 10 gal fish lately. i maintain the tank, obvi, but i haven't kept up with the behavioral quirks of the platies and endlers like i do with the bettas. i have 2 platies and 4 endlers now; one day one of the yellow endlers disappeared and i never found the body. :/ tiny lil SOBs. the ramshorns in this one are bronze-brown, some with spots.
everyone is the 29 gal is healthy and happy!! the cories and b.n. pleco are chubby and frisky, ember tetras are good, danios are zippy and nippy, but their attention is divided between all 6 tetras, and there's a lovely understory of cryptocorynes and hygrophila for hiding spots. again i haven't kept up with the fertilizer schedule so i lost some tiger lotus + sword leaves, and i've given up on getting the lloydiella to look right. the impeller in the 90 dollar u.v. HOB filter is jacked up and i don't have the patience to fix it rn so i got a penguin filter on sale. when i have the energy after it's moved i need to do a deep clean of the plants cause the dwarf hygro is choking out everything else. shimmery brown with dark brown spots re: ramshorns? there aren't as many as you'd think; my theory is the rabbit snails have a monopoly on snail food supply, and there's also 6 bottom feeding fish to consider.
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