#rose-coloured starling

[dansnaturepictures]

24/11/2023-Photos at home of: 1. Viburnum. 2. The tree out the back now turning to colour, a jolly mix of vibrant red and yellow sprinkled well with the green leaves still left, it has come on nicely in recent days. 3. Bramble out the back with some red leaves. 4 and 7. A beautiful sunset this evening. 5 and 6. The moon which I enjoyed seeing again tonight. 8. A pretty red geranium which I have enjoyed seeing in recent days shining in the sunlight well. 9. A couple of Long-bodied Cellar spiders this evening, it's been great to see them many times in the landing over the past few weeks. 10. The other tree out the back with a few green and yellow trees hanging onto the mostly bare branches.

A group of Jackdaws drifting through the sky over the house, Goldfinches, Starlings, Collared Doves including in the glorious afternoon sunlight, bits of lavender still in flower and rose hips were also good to see at home.

#lavender #rose hips #starling #collared dove #goldfinches #goldfinch #jackdaw #jackdaws #long-bodied cellar spider #long-bodied cellar spiders #birds #birdwatching #home #eastleigh #hampshire #europe #happy #colourful #autumn #winter #trees #photography #flowers #garden

[mousetoe-wc]

I Got bored one time awhile ago and made a list of every prefix plus some into organised sections so I thought I might as well share.

All the ones that aren’t cannon to warriors, yet at lest are bold

Describing names

Colours: red, russet, copper, golden, amber, yellow, green, blue, violet, pink, white, gray, black, ebony, dark, pale, silver, brown, tawny, fallow

Pattern, Texture + Size: spot/ted, dapple, speckle, freckle, brindle, patch, mottle, ragged, tangle, kink, bristle, fuzzy, curl/y, wooly, soft, sleek, little, tiny, small, slight, short, tall, long, big, heavy, crooked, broken, half, stumpy, shred, torn, jagged

Actions + Character: flip, pounce, bounce, jump, hop, crouch, down, low, drift, flail, strike, running, fidget, mumble, whistle, snap, sneeze, shiver/ing, shining, flutter, fallen, lost, rush, fleet, quick, shy, sweet, brave, loud, quiet, wild, hope, wish,

Other: claw, whisker, dead, odd, one, spike, fringe, echo, song, hallow, haven

Elements

Time + Weather: day, night, dusk, dawn, morning, sky, sun/ny, moon, storm, lightning, thunder, cloud/y, mist/y, fog, snow, blizzard, ice, frost, dew, drizzle, rain, clear, wind, breeze, gale, shadow, shade, bright, light,

Earth/Water/Fire names: stone, rock, boulder, slate, flint, pebble, gravel, sand/y, dust, mud/dy, meadow, hill, rubble, river, ripple, whorl, float, rapid, shimmer, lake, swamp, marsh, wave, wet, bubbling, splash, puddle, pool, creek, fire, flame, flicker, flash, blaze, scorch, ember, spark, ash, soot, cinder, smoke

Plants

Trees: alder, aspen, birch, beech, cedar, cypress, pine, elm, willow, oak, larch, maple, bay, rowan, timber, bark, log, wood, twig, acorn, cone, seed, spire

Berry/Nut/Fruit/Herb: juniper, elder, sloe, holly, yew, mistle, bramble, hickory, hazel, chestnut, nut, apple, cherry, cranberry, olive, pear, plum, peach, chive, mint, fennel, sage, basil, mallow, parsley

Flowers: aster, poppy, primrose, rose, bluebell, marigold, tansy, pansy, briar, cherry, daisy, dandelion, daffodil, tulip, violet, lily, myrtle, thrift, yarrow, heather, lavender, blossom, bloom, flower, petal

Other: leaf, frond, fern, bracken, sorrel, hay, rye, oat, wheat, cotton, reed, pod, cinnamon, milkweed, grass, clover, weed, stem, sedge, gorse, furze, flax, nettle, thistle, ivy, moss, lichen, bush, vine, root, thorn, prickle, nectar

Animals

Mammals: mouse, rat, mole, vole, shrew, squirrel, hedgehog, bat, rabbit, hare, ferret, weasel, stoat, mink, marten, otter, hog, wolf, hound, fox, vixen, badger, deer, doe, stag, fawn, sheep, cow, pig, lion, tiger, leopard, lynx, milk

Birds: robin, jay, cardinal, thrush, sparrow, swallow, shrike, starling, rook, swift, dove, pigeon, crow, raven, duck, goose, heron, wren, finch, swan, stork, quail, gull, lark, owl, eagle, hawk, kestrel, buzzard, kite, hoot, feather, bird, egg, talon

Fish, Reptiles + Amphibians: pike, perch, pollack, trout, tench, cod, carp, bass, bream, eel, minnow, fin, snake, adder, lizard, turtle, frog, toad, newt

Bug type Names: bug, lady or ladybug, moth, spider, ant, snail, slug, beetle, bee, wasp, dragon or dragonfly, bumble, worm, maggot, cricket, fly, midge, web, honey

Skyclan + Warriorclan: Bella, Billy, Big, Harry, Harvey, Snook, Ebony, Monkey

#warrior cats #wc

[thegirlwholeftthefridgeopen]

Rose-coloured Starling (URN: 2108) by Phil Gower Via Flickr: Lesvos Thank you for taking a look at my images

#flickr #bird #flying #photography #wings #portrait #artist #starling #nature #wildlife #flight

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Indissolubility & Lonan x Harrison

There was something inconceivably indissoluble about them—their bond mirror-like, one making a decision, and the other mimicking it with vigour somewhere else, unknowingly inseparable. —Feeding Habits 2021

On my Moth Work re-read, I was shocked to see I’d written a scene that (unbeknownst to me) repeated in Feeding Habits (book 2). The above is a FH line describing exactly what Lonan and Harrison are like: unknowingly inseparable, always on a path toward each other, even if they don’t realize it!

Summary: After 2 separate dinners a year apart, Harrison and Lonan both drop things (lol) when they see each other after extended breaks.

Just so y’all know: ALL of this was completely unintentional. Down to the flowers!

Top 2: Lonan’s POV, Moth Work (2020)

Bottom 2: Harrison’s POV, Feeding Habits (2021)

Text transcript under the cut!

Lonan’s POV:

Lonan brings over glasses, the leftover white wine, undoes the curtain so the moonlight streams in on the table. He brings the first pot over, and then the next, arranging them with his good hand. Eliza and Suzanna are in the middle of talking about the versatility of nutmeg when there’s a knock at the door, so Lonan takes it upon himself to answer it. He wipes his hands on his jeans and brings a rose with him—he doesn’t know why. He undoes the master lock first, then the deadbolt, the flower fit between his knuckles so when he opens the door, it accidentally pricks him.

In the kitchen, Suzanna laughs at Eliza’s joke, something vaguely about Geminis, or maybe she says alibis. He doesn’t quite hear it. He doesn’t mean to drop the rose, but it falls with a muffled thump between them, a floral border easy to penetrate. Lonan blinks many times. He breathes many times. He counts many times. But after all the tests—the blinking, the breathing, the counting, the person at the door doesn’t change. Sunshine hair. Concerned mouth. Semi-crooked nose. Butterfly lashes. Eyes the colour of a kingfisher.

Harrison’s POV:

The apartment is dark when he tracks in. The scent of cinnamon steeps the air like Suzanna’s just pulled a saucepan of papas off the stove. At first he doesn’t hear it, but he should, the voices leafing the kitchen like a flit of moths. He steps out of his shoes but never sets anything down, even after he passes the coffee table. Two plates ringing the centre, streaked with caldeirada and bayleaf. A pitcher of lemonade sweating onto the glass. It is almost like he never left, like he and his mother shared dinner, sipped from each other’s cups, cleaned the tines of each other’s fishbones. And he almost believes it. He never went to the farm. The kittens are where he left them, just a few feet away, not in Brooklyn. He doesn’t have a job to tend to. He never fixed the coffee machine. He didn’t go to the convenience store. He is not slathered in sunscreen, not holding a dog collar or pastries or a bouquet of tulips. He never dove into the ocean like it was some port to asylum and didn’t emerge soaked and walking half-dead to his apartment because he never left. This reality is so easy to believe that he is unfazed by the voices and how they get louder when he reaches the kitchen, when one says, “Were you shopping for the apocalypse?” and the other one chokes on its drink and apologizes for its rudeness and stares at him in daydream, those eyes like forget-me-nots, gas fires, sea-foam, the wing of a starling, the burning ocean, his drop earring.

Harrison is grateful he is soaking wet when he enters that kitchen and Suzanna and Lonan sit at the table sharing a box of petit fours. At least he has an excuse when he drops everything.

#GOD COMPLEX MOMENT #there’s actually another moment where they do the SAME THING too! #will share later #my inability to come up with original ideas has led to MINDBLOWING THEMATIC PARALLELS #lonanasona #fancy excerpts

[terrorpenned]

DOSSIER : NATHAN FORBES

FULL NAME: Lieutenant Nathan Forbes AGE: 25 BIRTH DATE: June 6, 1770 ETHNICITY: white GENDER: cis man ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic, preference for women SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual, preference for women RELIGION: eh SPOKEN LANGUAGE: English CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: varies: primarily, in a room at the Eagle Inn in Collinsport while on leave ashore, though moves to Collinwood after his marriage to Millicent Collins. in service of the merchant ship Starling, then the USRC Scammel, and assigned a posting to the USS Constitution, though he dies before the ship is completed

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Alexander and Lydia Forbes SIBLINGS: two older brothers, Patrick (deceased) and Richard SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Suki Welles Forbes (1792-1795), Millicent Collins Forbes (1795-d.) CHILDREN: none that he knows about. probably a handful that he doesn't.

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: teal HAIR COLOUR: brown HEIGHT: 6'0 BODY BUILD: athletic TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: a few sailor's tattoos, including a compass rose on his back shoulder, a sparrow for crossing the equator on his bicep, and an arrow on his hip NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: dashingly handsome with pretty, light eyes. when on leave, his hair is very carefully tended to, voluminous and wavy when washed (and not exposed to constant salt water.) at sea, he keeps it cut much shorter. almost always wearing his issued uniform: he has very few other clothes to speak of, other than one coat he wore to his first wedding, which he keeps for funerals, and to wear to church (whenever he's made to go)

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: wickedly quick-witted. knows people and how to manipulate them. decently accomplished sailor with genuine talents to recommend him at sea, although his friendship with the Collins heir didn't hurt. knows navigation, geography, and the stars, as well as anyone, as well as a knack for predicting the weather and sensing an oncoming storm. not so well-read, though he does read and write, keeps it confined to newspapers, mostly, and reports. could do certain complex calculations without thinking, like the tonnage of a ship, the angle of cannons, etc, but doesn't think of himself as particularly mathematic and definitely not scholarly. LIKES: ships and the sea, pretty women, rich women, the smell of salt, fresh oysters, fresh cod, the smell of gunpowder, the smell of ladies' perfume, violence, drinking (typically rum, but greatly enjoys the chance to drink (someone else's) fine sherry or port), fresh fruit, fall foliage and regular seasons, sea shanties and work songs, plays –– nothing fancy, just some contemporary satire, working with his hands: great at knots, carving, and sewing; enjoys dancing with young ladies though not on his own DISLIKES: the pretensions of high society (but at the same time desperately wants to be one of them, and consumed with envy), shellfish and crab meat unless that's the only fresh option available, watered-down rations and hardtack, the smell of tar, the prospect of poverty, getting his hands dirty (metaphorically and literally), being landlocked, church, the English, pirates –– especially the Barbary Coast, stuffy colonial politics, long letters, debate, opera, Shakespeare, too much order and too much disorder: he needs a good balance DISPOSITION: suave ladies' man, and a bit of a conman, too. easygoing and a good liar. slightly unnatural gait on land due to being raised mostly on the water, but it gives him a bit of swagger.

Bio:

Nathan was born the third son of a modest family in Boston, with all three following in their father's footsteps as shipbuilders. His two brothers enlisted at the onset of the Revolutionary War: the oldest, Alexander, was killed in the line of fire and was buried in their churchyard in Boston. the middle son, Richard, survived him, though would have a limp the rest of his life: he took over bookkeeping and finances from his father, and stood to inherit everything. Nathan, the only boy who had not been old enough to enlist during the war, was desperate for action and adventure, but with the disbandment of the navy his hopes were temporarily put to rest. not one to be discouraged –– and not eager to spend the rest of his life building ships for his older brother –– Nathan put to sea as a carpenter's mate on the Dolphin. ostensibly it was a fishing vessel, but there was far more money to be made in smuggling. now that the navy had disbanded, the waters were rich and open for the taking.

After a run-in with port authorities, the Dolphin ran north-east hoping to make it to Portsmouth, but a storm blew her of course and she was wrecked on the coastal islands of Maine. Nathan survived, and made his way to Collinsport, where he jumped ship to one of the Collins family's own fleet. He was able to secure a decent position as a mate after fudging a few details and proving his knowledge of ships and the sea (very few remained to contradict him). Aboard the Starling, Nathan would meet soon-to-be-friend (and heir to the Collins name and fortune), Barnabas Collins. The ship traveled to the West and East Indies, where Nathan would meet his future wife, Suki Welles, the daughter of an East India Company merchant. Suki promised him the wealth and lands of an EIC merchant heiress, and Nathan promised her the honor, love, and stability of an American sailor. neither delivered on their promises. Nathan separated from her without a formal divorce, sending her a small bit of his pay but without much friendly contact.

In 1792, with the good word of the Collins family behind him, Nathan joined the newly-formed Revenue-Marine as an officer on the Scammel based out of Collinsport. On the Scammel, he traveled along the coast of Maine and New Hampshire to intercept smugglers and enforce tariffs and customs: Nathan quickly learned it was easier, and more profitable, to maneuver his way into remaining ashore more often than not by using his knowledge of local smuggling operations and snitching on a few old friends. his superiors were impressed with his rapid success and his dashing air, and Nathan was promoted to lieutenant. when the Navy was reformed in 1794 and six new frigates contracted, Barnabas helped him secure a valuable position as second lieutenant aboard the USS Constitution. while the Collinsport shipyard constructed the frigate, Nathan remained in town, seducing all the local women to be had including the eligible Collins heiress, Millicent, who laid claim to fortune and vast New York real estate. and she was pretty enough.

Nathan had set his sights on his next wife, but Suki's arrival spoiled his well-made plans entirely. Nathan presented her as his sister to disguise their connection, but the secret wasn't to last: Suki was murdered upon finding out Barnabas's vampiric secret, and Millicent, going through the deceased's belongings, discovered their marriage license. she was incensed, and not only called off their engagement, but demanded Nathan be killed in a duel. Nathan was able to avoid another untimely death by aligning himself with the local religious fanatic, Reverend Trask, and worming his way back into the Collins' family favor with a combination of lies, blackmail, and shenanigans, until Millicent at last, heartily (and her cousin Joshua, reluctantly) agreed to take Nathan as her husband.

But this marriage, too, was not to end happily. Millicent, in effort to prove how much Nathan loved her for herself and not her fortune, had bequeathed all inheritance to her brother, Daniel. Nathan, naturally, only wanted her for her fortune. in retaliation, he pushed his new wife to insanity and secured guardianship of her younger brother, Daniel. the attempt to order Daniel's murder failed, but only barely, and Nathan was not long to survive the mess he'd made.

#dossier. #lieutenant nathan forbes.

[widowshill]

DOSSIER: NATHAN FORBES

studies in: Caribbean fuckboys, greed wed to desire (perhaps they are one and the same), militant hubris, the written record vs. the oral history

FULL NAME: Lieutenant Nathan Forbes AGE: 25 BIRTH DATE: June 6, 1770 ETHNICITY: white GENDER: cis man ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic, preference for women SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual, preference for women RELIGION: eh SPOKEN LANGUAGE: English CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: varies: primarily, in a room at the Eagle Inn in Collinsport while on leave ashore, though moves to Collinwood after his marriage to Millicent Collins. in service of the merchant ship Starling, then the USRC Scammel, and assigned a posting to the USS Constitution, though he dies before the ship is completed

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Alexander and Lydia Forbes SIBLINGS: two older brothers, Patrick (deceased) and Richard SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Suki Welles Forbes (1792-1795), Millicent Collins Forbes (1795-d.) CHILDREN: none that he knows about. probably a handful that he doesn't.

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: teal HAIR COLOUR: brown HEIGHT: 6'0 BODY BUILD: athletic TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: a few sailor's tattoos, including a compass rose on his back shoulder, a sparrow for crossing the equator on his bicep, and an arrow on his hip NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: dashingly handsome with pretty, light eyes. when on leave, his hair is very carefully tended to, voluminous and wavy when washed (and not exposed to constant salt water.) at sea, he keeps it cut much shorter. almost always wearing his issued uniform: he has very few other clothes to speak of, other than one coat he wore to his first wedding, which he keeps for funerals, and to wear to church (whenever he's made to go)

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: wickedly quick-witted. knows people and how to manipulate them. decently accomplished sailor with genuine talents to recommend him at sea, although his friendship with the Collins heir didn't hurt. knows navigation, geography, and the stars, as well as anyone, as well as a knack for predicting the weather and sensing an oncoming storm. not so well-read, though he does read and write, keeps it confined to newspapers, mostly, and reports. could do certain complex calculations without thinking, like the tonnage of a ship, the angle of cannons, etc, but doesn't think of himself as particularly mathematic and definitely not scholarly. LIKES: ships and the sea, pretty women, rich women, the smell of salt, fresh oysters, fresh cod, the smell of gunpowder, the smell of ladies' perfume, violence, drinking (typically rum, but greatly enjoys the chance to drink (someone else's) fine sherry or port), fresh fruit, fall foliage and regular seasons, sea shanties and work songs, plays –– nothing fancy, just some contemporary satire, working with his hands: great at knots, carving, and sewing; enjoys dancing with young ladies though not on his own DISLIKES: the pretensions of high society (but at the same time desperately wants to be one of them, and consumed with envy), shellfish and crab meat unless that's the only fresh option available, watered-down rations and hardtack, the smell of tar, the prospect of poverty, getting his hands dirty (metaphorically and literally), being landlocked, church, the English, pirates –– especially the Barbary Coast, stuffy colonial politics, long letters, debate, opera, Shakespeare, too much order and too much disorder: he needs a good balance DISPOSITION: suave ladies' man, and a bit of a conman, too. easygoing and a good liar. slightly unnatural gait on land due to being raised mostly on the water, but it gives him a bit of swagger.

Bio:

Nathan was born the third son of a modest family in Boston, with all three following in their father's footsteps as shipbuilders. His two brothers enlisted at the onset of the Revolutionary War: the oldest, Alexander, was killed in the line of fire and was buried in their churchyard in Boston. the middle son, Richard, survived him, though would have a limp the rest of his life: he took over bookkeeping and finances from his father, and stood to inherit everything. Nathan, the only boy who had not been old enough to enlist during the war, was desperate for action and adventure, but with the disbandment of the navy his hopes were temporarily put to rest. not one to be discouraged –– and not eager to spend the rest of his life building ships for his older brother –– Nathan put to sea as a carpenter's mate on the Dolphin. ostensibly it was a fishing vessel, but there was far more money to be made in smuggling. now that the navy had disbanded, the waters were rich and open for the taking.

After a run-in with port authorities, the Dolphin ran north-east hoping to make it to Portsmouth, but a storm blew her of course and she was wrecked on the coastal islands of Maine. Nathan survived, and made his way to Collinsport, where he jumped ship to one of the Collins family's own fleet. He was able to secure a decent position as a mate after fudging a few details and proving his knowledge of ships and the sea (very few remained to contradict him). Aboard the Starling, Nathan would meet soon-to-be-friend (and heir to the Collins name and fortune), Barnabas Collins. The ship traveled to the West and East Indies, where Nathan would meet his future wife, Suki Welles, the daughter of an East India Company merchant. Suki promised him the wealth and lands of an EIC merchant heiress, and Nathan promised her the honor, love, and stability of an American sailor. neither delivered on their promises. Nathan separated from her without a formal divorce, sending her a small bit of his pay but without much friendly contact.

In 1792, with the good word of the Collins family behind him, Nathan joined the newly-formed Revenue-Marine as an officer on the Scammel based out of Collinsport. On the Scammel, he traveled along the coast of Maine and New Hampshire to intercept smugglers and enforce tariffs and customs: Nathan quickly learned it was easier, and more profitable, to maneuver his way into remaining ashore more often than not by using his knowledge of local smuggling operations and snitching on a few old friends. his superiors were impressed with his rapid success and his dashing air, and Nathan was promoted to lieutenant. when the Navy was reformed in 1794 and six new frigates contracted, Barnabas helped him secure a valuable position as second lieutenant aboard the USS Constitution. while the Collinsport shipyard constructed the frigate, Nathan remained in town, seducing all the local women to be had including the eligible Collins heiress, Millicent, who laid claim to fortune and vast New York real estate. and she was pretty enough.

Nathan had set his sights on his next wife, but Suki's arrival spoiled his well-made plans entirely. Nathan presented her as his sister to disguise their connection, but the secret wasn't to last: Suki was murdered upon finding out Barnabas's vampiric secret, and Millicent, going through the deceased's belongings, discovered their marriage license. she was incensed, and not only called off their engagement, but demanded Nathan be killed in a duel. Nathan was able to avoid another untimely death by aligning himself with the local religious fanatic, Reverend Trask, and worming his way back into the Collins' family favor with a combination of lies, blackmail, and shenanigans, until Millicent at last, heartily (and her cousin Joshua, reluctantly) agreed to take Nathan as her husband.

But this marriage, too, was not to end happily. Millicent, in effort to prove how much Nathan loved her for herself and not her fortune, had bequeathed all inheritance to her brother, Daniel. Nathan, naturally, only wanted her for her fortune. in retaliation, he pushed his new wife to insanity and secured guardianship of her younger brother, Daniel. the attempt to order Daniel's murder failed, but only barely, and Nathan was not long to survive the mess he'd made.

#➤ lieutenant nathan forbes. ┊ to death，the best of all possible worlds.

[priyastoric]

more park from yesterday and other stuff

4&5: rose ringed/ ring necked parakeets (i learnt then as ring necked) me and my sister spent ages looking up at them that some people stopped to see what we were doing haha. also i’d only ever seen them in my bird book before so very exciting, i love how they sound too.

6: pigeons chilling

7: female mallard with interesting colouring

8: starling i saw on the bus this morning (i’ve never seen one this close before)

9&10: mallards on a roof (the highest i’ve ever seen mallards) probably because the geese have claimed the pond this spring

#parakeets #ring necked parakeets #pigeons #mallards #starlings #23/04/2023 #24/04/2023 #squirrel

[sussex-nature-lover]

Sunday 4 December 2022

Much Colder - Heading into Winter

A morning sunrise showing the old windmill in Sandhurst, Cranbrook - as contributed by Maggie M to the local Next Door app

Isn’t that a glorious image, it could be a still life painting.

To stave off the chilly air we’ve been lighting the stove in the early afternoon: this is what it looks like when it first gets going and then we turn it down to a low burn.

The walking stick you can see at the side of the fireplace is one of my late Dad’s, he had a few. He liked to collect the little metal shields from places my parents visited on their travels and they are down both sides of the stick. I think my favourites are from Dawlish in Devon and a very similar one from Cornwall. Those two are much more elaborate than the others, taking the form of stags’ heads with wreaths of leaves below and a small coloured shield set in the middle.

Most of the trees on this side of the garden have lost their leaves now, except for the beech, which is turning from a deep aubergine to the bronze you can see here and the hazel opposite the side window. ‘Doug’ the Christmas tree is sheltering - should have moved him there much sooner as his compost is very soggy.

The oak, below, still clings on to its golden orange display, but the high trees in the woods are pretty skeletal now and all the birds’ nests have been revealed again.

There’s a slightly different view from a bathroom window, the big trees in the woods look much closer than they really are.

A couple of other sights through the window, that I really wouldn’t have expected to see in December, are pink flowers still on the roses at the side, just along from the hazel and on a fuchsia in one of the tubs. Amazing, especially when you consider the monsoon weather they’ve withstood.

Apologies for the lack of clarity - must be window cleaning time again

I’ve heard other people say numbers are down at their feeders and while I’ve got to be honest and say that we haven’t been spending much time in the kitchen like we usually do, so we haven’t been observing, the food is certainly being replenished frequently and this morning I saw a great variety of visitors.

blue tits sharing nicely with a house sparrow

Both male (above) and female  (below) great spotted woodpeckers are enjoying the suet balls. They often come at the same time although not actually interacting as a pair at all

We also seem to have more grey squirrels again and they’ve been extremely busy burying acorns in the lawn, no doubt a fair few of them will make a reappearance eventually.

Inspector Pritchard is still coming every day, but not spending so much time hanging around. He’s apparently set up camp in K’s greenhouse, but he does like a little variety in diet, so he makes his rounds. I tried to get a decent photo of how his tail feathers are growing in, but he wasn’t being very cooperative. They’re definitely touching the ground again though, so doing well.

We had chaffinches, quite a few long tailed tits, a solitary magpie, starlings and blackbirds and of course, our little robin friend. I don’t know if this is the same one who visited us in the front porch yesterday. We were stood talking to two guys who’d made a delivery here and the robin flew to the wisteria and sat there serenading us for quite a long time. It was just like having a personal performance and a really lovely experience.

#trees nature gardenbirds robin flowers squirrel #woodpecker

[violettesiren]

A dusky flock of starlings in their flight Stand out against the rose-stained heaven, they are Like leaves uplifted cast athwart the light.

Flushes of lingering colour; from afar Reflect themselves in the round silver moon, And in the blue burns flower-like one white star...

Our Summer day has sped so soon...so soon!... Still, you are near me Dearest, and there lies All its lost sunshine in your splendid eyes!

In A Boat by Olive Custance

#olive custance

[dansnaturepictures]

09/10/2023-Lakeside and home

Pictures taken in this set: 1. Two Mute Swans alongside a Mallard which I was thrilled to see on the edge of beach lake at Lakeside. Just like the other week seeing the juveniles, seeing these two adults was an exciting moment and it was lovely to get some nice intimate views with others enjoying them too. 2. A splendid close view of a Coot in the bright sunshine near the swans. 3. A great close view of a Great Crested Grebe as I crossed the bridge. 4. Wild carrot at Lakeside. 5, 6 and 7. Beautiful views on another richly sunny walk at Lakeside. 8. Nice sky out the back this evening. 9. Bright dandelion out the front. 10. Magpie I enjoyed seeing out the back.

A great view of an exotic looking Chiffchaff in the vegetation from the bridge, my first Pied Wagtail at Lakeside for ages flying over and hear well which was fantastic and another Jay were other lunch time highlights, with top views of Long-tailed Tits and tuneful Robins again. Moorhen, Jackdaw, more stunning Red Admiral views, Migrant Hawker, possible Tapered Dron fly and another hoverfly were other highlights. I heard the sharp call of the Buzzard too, beautiful to hear on a sunny day. I enjoyed seeing Jackdaw, Goldfinch, Blue Tits in the garden, House Sparrow and Starling at home today. Hogweed, vervain, evening primrose, possible alfalfa, red valerian and dark mullein still going near the dry walls of the visitor centre looking gorgeous and colourful near each other, rich ivy attracting the drone fly, teasel seed heads, old man's beard, a trio of hawthorn, rowan and cotoneaster berries, rose hips, blackthorn sloes and the stunning red leaves of dogwood and the tree near the visitor centre were vibrant plant highlights today.

#photography #eastleigh #england #uk #earth #nature #birdwatching #buzzard #mute swan #mute swans #great crested grebe #ivy #world #walking #outdoors #2023 #moorhen #coot #chiffchaff #long-tailed tit #pied wagtail #red admiral #vervain #red valerian #dark mullein #october #sunny #autumn #dogwood #europe

[cloud-9ine]

Roses are pretty cliché, don’t you think? (pt 2)

⤷ pairing - bakugo katsuki x (fem) reader

⤷ fandom - bnha

⤷ warnings - swearing, very slight angst

⤷ summary - bakugo was already out of his element when he went to buy flowers; so he didn’t take kindly to you criticising his preference for roses

⤷ word count - 2.5k +

⤷ pt 1, pt 2

“I’m sorry.”

Her side of the bed was cold when Bakugo woke up. The sheets were neatly tucked in, and the pillow fluffed up as if she had never in slept in it at all. He could only stare at the empty space for a long moment before forcing himself to move and get out of bed. A vase sat on the windowsill, curtains already opened. The tulips had begun to droop, and the carnation petals- previously a stark white- had begun to turn black.

Bakugo’s eyebrows furrowed. He had only given them to Ochako a couple of days prior, certainly not enough time for them to be in such a state already. With a weary frown, he stripped off the sheets, inspecting them a bit more closely. Alas, he knew nothing about flowers, and couldn’t ascertain whether this was normal or not.

Not wanting to expend more energy on tulips and carnations, he stepped out the bedroom, quickly locking on the smell of freshly roasted coffee. Ochako was stood by the pot, seemingly motionless. There was a faraway look in her eyes, as if she was still half asleep, despite the fact it was obvious she had been awake for much longer. Bakugo froze himself upon the sight of her, itching to reach out yet realising that it wouldn’t help.

With a shallow gulp, he took a cautious step forward, gaze tracing her face for any indication she had heard him. If she had, she was doing an excellent job in hiding it. Another step. This time, Ochako flinched, eyes darting towards him. Bakugo could feel his pulse skyrocket as her lips parted before closing again, her eyelashes fluttering.

Ochako was not one to be quelled with tulips and carnations.

Her eyes were dark, lips pursed as she swept past him, coffee left on the counter. Bakugo didn’t need to turn around to know that she had left. With a heaving sigh, he ran a hand over his weary features, fixing himself a cup of coffee which he sipped, more to occupy himself with something rather than a genuine desire for the drink.

Denki’s party was today. Ironically, it was the anniversary of his and Kyoka’s marriage, which only served to form a pit in Bakugo’s stomach. Idly tapping the ceramic, he silently pondered if it was too late to cancel. He cringed, rationalising his thoughts. Denki was one of his closest friends, having stuck with him through him being an asshole for most of his youth, and he wasn’t planning on forsaking that relationship now.

Now, leant back against the cream walls in the corner of Denki’s living room, observing the carnage that was occurring he beginning to he almost wished he had. The bright blue lights and loud music was doing nothing for his headache, but he wasn’t about to leave before anything had really started.

Although they had arrived together, Ochako had left his side the moment they walked through the doors. He hadn’t seen her since, with exception of a few glimpses of her chatting with Asui and Momo in another room. He contemplated trying to talk, but it wasn’t the time nor place to start a confrontation.

Every once in a while Denki would appear- already hammered- thank him each time for showing up (which begged the question as to whether he was just that drunk, or if Bakugo was so unreliable that just seeing that he had stayed for more than 10 minutes was enough of a shocker) and hand him a drink. He had gotten about three beers this way, without even having to move from his corner.

Kirishima, Midoriya, and a few others had attempted to talk to him, but none of them had been particularly successful to withstand him relentlessly brushing them off after every sentence. After a while, they stopped trying.

Bakugo wasn’t going to act as if he wasn’t at least a little self-destructive.

He knew pushing away his friends, self-containing his pity into his own isolation was the perfect recipe to spiral, but he couldn’t seem to care. His mind would go blank on occasion, like now. He couldn’t move his eyes, staring at a singular point in the room. Bakugo wasn’t much of a drinker, but he couldn’t blame this on the alcohol.

The noise around his dissolved into a low static, ringing around in his head like firecrackers. Colours became bleak, and the faces of his friends blurred, the lines between them and the background becoming worryingly hard to differentiate.

For a moment, he thought he was dying.

“Fancy seeing you again,” The colours regained vibrancy and the faces snapped back into focus, the static fading away in favour of your voice, “you come here often?” You were teasing, he knew it, but he still couldn’t formulate a response. There was a beat of silence after your words, Bakugo’s eyes tracing your face as if he wasn’t quite sure you were real or not.

“Should’ve known you’d appear,” he settled on after a minute. He bit back a groan at his brash greeting, but it didn’t seem like you cared.

“Yep. There’s no reason I wouldn’t, after all,” You looked down at your nails, picking at your nail polish before glancing back up at the blonde, “beer? Really?” Bakugo frowned, looking down at his drink and swirling it around in his cup.

“Yeah? So what?” You hummed, taking a sip from your own beverage. It was an electric blue colour, glowing surreally in the low pink light Kyoka had settled on a couple of minutes earlier.

“It’s just a little cliché, isn’t it?” You grinned smugly at his groan, covering your mouth with the glass.

“Do you ever get tired of that bit?” He questioned, glare thinly veiled under a mocking questioning look. You shook your head.

“Not really. Do you ever get tired of being a basic bitch?” Despite everything, Bakugo chuckled, his chest lightening.

“I suppose. What would you suggest, then?” He took the bait, crooked smile gracing his lips as your eyes sparkled.

“Follow me.” With little reluctance, he trailed after you as you darted around the others that were in attendance, once in a while stopping to greet someone or another, before glancing behind to check he was still following and continuing on. He was a little shocked at the amount of people you knew, but figured as a close friend of Denki’s you would probably be accustomed to them by extension.

Out of the corner, Bakugo felt weirdly exposed. Logically, he knew that no-one was looking at him- or at least, for no longer than a passing glance sent in his direction, but his mind was playing tricks on him. There was a large population of the party that he didn’t recognise- heroes that Denki had met and befriended throughout their years in the field. It was unnerving to be in a house with who were essentially just strangers with the exception of about 10 or 20.

He knew had hadn’t exactly made the effort to keep contact with the new people he met during his time as a hero, so it wasn’t a surprise the only people he could really call friends were the ones who he had met during school, but god did this make it so obvious. Hell, even you knew more people here than he did.

Bakugo wasn’t sure at what point he became so lonely, when did he start isolating himself in this way? He glanced around. The fuzziness was beginning to blur the sides of their faces again.

“Hurry up, the night is young, but I’m not gonna be at the rate you’re going!” You yelled over the music, and Bakugo was brought back to the present. Right, he was following you. You were going to get him a great drink, and hopefully it would be strong enough for him to forget himself for at least a few hours.

In all honesty, your voice was a good anchor. He picked up on the fact this was the most animated he had heard you talk, and maybe it should have been some sort of warning that it came with the topic of becoming intoxicated, but Bakugo decided to gloss over it.

“So? What’s the drink of yours?” Bakugo asked once the two of you had arrived at the home bar he distinctly remembered helping Kyoka install for Denki’s birthday a few years back. The lights had faded to blue at this end of the room, the coolness easing the throb in his head only slightly. You slipped around the back of the counter, appearing at the other side with an easy grin on your face. For a startling second, Bakugo was brought back to you in your store, the air of professionalism you held in your disposition hard to ignore.

“Give me a minute.” You called over your shoulder, back facing him as you rummaged around in Denki’s alcohol cupboards. You re-emerged with several bottles in hand, drinks he hadn’t even heard of. With the trained practice of someone of skill, you mixed the drinks together, and Bakugo could only watch your hands move, colours swirling in a mix of pinks, greens, yellows and reds.

Mixing drinks. Add that to the list of things you could do that he couldn’t.

Tapping salt around the rim and sliding a lime slice onto the side for a finishing touch, you pushed the drink before him, the same self-satisfied smirk on your face. He squinted at your creation. It was a starling pink, almost unnaturally so, with a weird gleam of sparkles flowing around the liquid. He glanced up towards you in distrust, down at the drink, then once more at you. You merely levelled him with a composed stare, eyebrows raised expectantly. With an unconcerned shrug, and a sudden indifference to his own bodily autonomy, Bakugo knocked back the drink, taking a few large gulps before setting it back on the counter.

It didn’t burn as it ran down his throat as he expected (and half-wished for, to take the edge off). Rather, it had a bursting sweet flavour, spreading out a warmth in his chest the moment he swallowed. The buzz was immediate, dulling his senses and causing a pink haze the cover his vision.

“So?” You asked, seemingly satisfied as you watched him scan the room with an awe that he couldn’t hide.

“It’s… not like a beer.” You laughed, and Bakugo turned to look at you. Your face, clear as day to see, was silhouetted with purple, the lights mingling to soften your features with an unexpected gentleness.

“That’s sort of the whole point.” The two of you took a sip. He could feel a flush growing on his cheeks, the alcohol beginning to kick in much earlier than he would have liked. The numbness that was beginning to take over wasn’t a particularly unwelcome feeling, however, and Bakugo was for once grateful for his light-weightiness.

“How’s your lady-friend?” You were leaning on the counter, fixing Bakugo with an even stare. He sighed, sobering up slightly at the thought of Ochako.

“Not good. Those flowers I got from you barely survived two days, by the way,” he grumbled, the slight growl in his voice making you purse your lips.

“That’s not good.” You mumbled, taking another sip from your drink. Seeing you, Bakugo did the same, taking a few large gulps that made his thoughts hazy before slamming the glass back down. Wordlessly, you began fixing him a drink, deep in thought.

“Yeah, I know it’s not good! What kinda flowers die in two days?” He barked, cheeks going slightly pink. You shook your head, gesturing to something across the room that Bakugo had to squint to realise what it was.

Irises and magnolias.

Kyoka’s bouquet. One you had made in advance, older than his by at least half a week. It was perfectly alive, purples and yellows glowing almost brighter than the first time he had seen them.

“Hah?” He gaped. You shook your head again, displeasure written on your face.

“There’s a reason my shop is so popular, you know,” you spoke, drawing his attention back to you. Another pink, untouched drink lay in front of him, and he took a nervous swig of it. The taste wasn’t nearly as sweet the first time, but he just pinned that down to having an idea of the taste.

“Why?” He responded, feeling something more serious weigh on his mind.

“It’s my quirk. Anything I cultivate- like flowers- adapts to its environment.” He tilted his head, and you sighed, evident that he wasn’t getting it.

“It takes in the atmosphere. For example, you bring a bouquet of flowers home to a house of love, affection, and- above all- happiness, it will reflect that. Never dying. Looking even better than when you got it. On the other hand, if you bring flowers home to a house of regret, hate and sadness…” you bit your lip, looking away from the stricken expression on Bakugo’s face. His breath hitched in his throat.

“Don’t say it.” He gulped, “Please.” With a sad sigh, you crossed your arms.

“They’ll die.”

Bakugo’s drink suddenly tasted very sour.

“I gotta go.” He mumbled, patting down his jacket for his keys. The barstool screeched against the ground as he stood up, protesting against the sudden movement. You sighed; bringing his drink back into the mixer and combining it with yours before pouring it back out. He almost stopped to admire the purple shine.

“Where are you gonna go?” You asked, voice veiled by a monotone that he recognised as some sort of weird disillusionment you used to hide whatever you were feeling.

“Anywhere.” He growled, rifling through the pockets of his pants. You rolled your eyes.

“Ochako has your keys.” He did stop this time, shoulders slumping down in realisation. You frowned, “I saw her with them earlier, if it helps any.” There was a momentary silence, and despite the music, all Bakugo could hear was a ringing in his ears.

“Sit down.” It should’ve been a question, but your tone suggested anything but. With a sullen resignation, Bakugo did as you said, slipping back into his chair. You pushed the glass towards him, offering the purple concoction with a look of pity in your eyes.

Without a question, Bakugo gulped the drink. It was a weird mix of a coolness that washed down his throat and a fiery heat that bloomed in his chest, a burn in his lungs that he recognised from breathing in air far too cold. He didn’t bother to ask you what it did, but he could feel his muscles relaxing, grip around the glass loosening.

“Thanks.” He muttered. You waved a hand, moving back out from behind the counter and patting him on the shoulder.

“No problem. Let me make you feel better for a while. It’s the least I can do.”

Under the purple lights, he could only nod.

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[randomestfandoms-ocs]

🖍️ + ivy

What is their nationality? French and American

Where did they grow up? Ivy Town and then Starling City

When’s their birthday? September 13th

What jobs have they had though their life? PR representative/publicist to the Queen Family, CEO of two companies

What is their dream job? Exactly what she's doing!

Do they drink or smoke? She drinks (not heavily) but doesn't smoke

What are two of their pet peeves? Loud gum chewing,

What is their fashion like? Very classy and chic, a lot of designer items

Favorite animal? She'd have to think on it, but would probably go with whales

Favorite colour? The blue of Oliver's eyes

Favorite flower? Roses

Which was first: the chicken or the egg? The egg

Send me a 🖍 + an oc and I’ll tell you

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[anika-ann]

Grease and Pearls - Pt.1

Uptown Meets Downtown

Type: One-shot turned three-shot (because does anyone really want a 17k in one go?)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (main), Tony/Reader, Tony/Pepper

Word count: 5230

Summary:  All you know is uptown; fancy clothes, expensive cars, jewellery outshining one’s personality and exhausting dinners with family acquaintances and business partners. Your life is all planned out; one day, you’ll marry Howard Stark’s son and you’ll be the golden couple adored by press.

You desperately seek to see life outside this suffocating glitz...and that’s how you meet Steve Rogers.

A/N: for a challenge hosted by @cxptain Congratulation to your milestone, you deserve nothing less! Thank you for hosting this amazing challenge and allowing me to take part in it! ...I’m not sure how 80′s this is :(

Prompt: Uptown Girl by Billy Joel

A/N 2: I added links to a pic of dresses I had in mind, feel free to ignore them or not :))

Warnings: swearing, mention of arranged marriage, ...fluff?

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Your sigh was drowned in the sea of voices as you slipped under the surface, the water closing above your head. The moment you opened your mouth to gasp for air, it filled with water instead, and you reached out to the sun glimmering above, trying to save yourself--

To be entirely honest, now you were being dramatic; however, shall anyone exchange places with you, you were sure they would feel the same about the company of artificial people in their best Sunday suits and fancy dress, sitting around the table pretending to be engaged in the small talk.

As your eyes fell on man seated opposite to you, a bowtie around his neck, one corner of his lips raised in a blend of a smile and a smirk, your mind drifted to your wonderful friend. 

Virginia Potts, or Pepper for short, a nickname saved for her friends only, would be much better of a match for Anthony than you. She was nothing short of a proper lady and her parents, while not as wealthy as yours, were much more liberal and supportive of her following her dreams. Pepper Potts was about to turn tables and start her own company from a scratch, businessmen be damned. Her mind was brilliant, her persona enchanting, her appearance turning heads wherever she went and her heart was overflowing with kindness and determination. She was about to make people question the very definition of doing business once she set her foot in the field.

Your parents’ thinking, on the other hand, froze in the sixties, maybe forties. You were meant to become a glorified housewife, albeit educated enough to teach her own kids. You never really minded that; it wasn’t what laid heavy in your mind. Anthony did.

Anthony’s parents were as strict as yours, never quite giving him a choice but to take over the family company and wickedly join it with your father’s by tying your families together one day.

Your future family and your love life were to be based on a business deal. The romance of it.

Tony wasn’t an unlikable person by any means; a genius, somewhat charming in his own slightly arrogant way, he even made for an entertaining company at times. Nevertheless, your affections for him couldn’t begin to even hope to grow beyond friendship. On top of that, it just happened to come that while he was meant to be in the charge of to-be-his company, his interest laid further in the progress of technology itself, in designing things, rather than in attending board meetings.

In other words; Pepper would have been a better match for Tony, much better equipped to lead an enterprise than you and Tony together and oh, let’s not forget, her feelings for Tony went beyond friendly, unlike yours. And they were mutual.

But here you were, sitting through another forcefully polite dinner with the Starks and you wanted to be anywhere but here-- you wanted to be somewhere where you could actually breathe.

As you inhaled shakily and possibly too loud for a lady, your sister Sharon shot you a scolding look. You wanted to scream. However, like the well-mannered girl you were, you fixed a smile for your guests instead and engaged in meaningless conversation until it was time to prepare for bed; you let Anthony kiss your knuckles in goodbye and ignored your father’s pleased smile that had your chest constricted, your stomach full of ice cubes instead of the butterflies you were supposed to feel when being with your future husband.

Your mother made a joke about Tony soon kissing a ring on your hand and you closed your eyes, swallowing the panic that didn’t leave you until the early hours of the morning, causing you to lose sleep.

Seeing your own exhausted expression in the mirror at the crack of dawn, you came to a decision.

You were to escape the tight bodice of your glamorous life if even for a minute.

And you were sure that your best friend, who happened to live closer to normal part of the city, was about to help you.

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The bell jingled as you entered the diner, black and white tile floor resembling a chessboard, albeit slightly shabby against your heels clicking with each step.

Maximoff’s the place was called and besides the funky chessboard floor, the interior was in warm colours, walls painted apricot, the counters, bar, tables, stools and chairs in caramel tones. Your lips automatically spread in a smile as you looked around, heading to the counter built right next to a bar, your eyes running over the specials of the day. As most of the names didn’t feel familiar, you took a mental note to kiss Pepper’s hands once you would reunite in the gallery where she was momentarily alone, providing you an alibi while you sneaked out.

“What’s a pretty thing like ya’ doin’ here? Ya’ lost, dollface?” a male voice startled you and your head snapped the direction it came from, finding a man dressed in a short-sleeved shirt with a strange logo of an eagle on his pocket and jeans. Chin-length brown hair framed his face, stubble rounding his smirking lips, his pale blue-grey eyes fixed on you.

He didn’t seem like he wanted to harm you, but the way he talked seemed strange and the fact you weren’t even sure if he talked to you made you uneasy. Dollface? Who called a woman that? Who called that anyone for that matter?

You smiled at him reluctantly, your heart speeding up. A sigh sounded next to him, out of your view, and another man spoke up, scolding the brunet.

“Lay off, Buck. You’re scaring the dame.”

The owner of the voice leaned away from the bar, his kind blue eyes and inviting expression causing your breath to hitch. Gosh, he was pretty with that subtle smile and ruffled blond hair. You figured they were colleagues since he was dressed in the same manner. You felt a bit inappropriate in your almost knee-length sunflower dress; you were sticking out like a sore thumb. The women in this diner sure weren’t dressed like you.

“Do you need any help?” the blond asked, his tone gentler and less challenging than Buck’s, , instantly putting you at ease; well, as much at ease as you could feel visiting a downtown diner for the first time, on your own, no less.

Your smile grew firmer, more confident, as you beckoned towards the menu above.

“Uhm… perhaps with picking the meal?”

The brunet raised a curious eyebrow at your question. “You want to eat here?”

Yes, you were definitely sticking out and you weren’t the only one to take notice.

“…yes.”

Nervous under his gaze, your eyes flickered to the blond, who seemed equally surprised, tilting his head aside.

“Well, what do you have in mind?” he asked simply.

You only shrugged in response and the brunet rolled his eyes and sighed, wiping his fingers to the napkin near his empty plate.

“Looks like I’m not needed here,” he grumbled and rose to his feet, patting his friend’s shoulder. “Just remember, Stevie, boss’ gonna kill ya’ if you’re more than half an hour late.”

What did that mean?

“Noted,” Stevie huffed a laugh and waved him off.

“Better get outta here sooner than later, can’t run as fast as Maximoff-“

“Yeah, yeah-“

“I better heard that name in a compliment!” a female voice from the door with ‘personnel only’ behind the counter suddenly called out, once again starling you.

“Sure thing, Mrs.M! See ya’!” Buck shouted right back at her as he jogged to the door and you noticed that the woman behind the counter and Stevie weren’t the only ones with their eyes on you, the realization making you shiver on the inside.

“You know what? Let’s sit somewhere else, everyone’s staring. You can check out the complete menu and the waitress will come to us,” the blond offered, already standing up and beckoning to one of the booths.

You felt yourself relax, the ever-present smile on his lips assuring you he had no malicious intent – or you hoped so.

“Sure. Thank you.”

You seated yourself opposite to him, hidden from the majority of the prying eyes as he pushed the menu your way.

“I honestly have no idea what most of this means,” you admitted before even opening the menu, watching the relaxed aura around Stevie instead as he all but melted into the cushions. It bugged you in a way, seeing as his friend had made a certain remark earlier. “…no one is going to try and kill you, right? I would hate to-”

He barked a laugh, small wrinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes and your heart skipped a beat, mesmerized when you simultaneously noticed that his nose was dusted with freckles. He was such a handsome man and he radiated pure amusement as he laughed, simply and carefree. Despite being ashamed at being the source of his amusement, you marvelled at the fact you were the cause of the happy sound.

“Ya’ think ‘dat-- that here downtown, people get iced for being late for work? Is ‘dat the bullshit they feed ya’?” You blinked at his words, unsure you understood his strange lingo. Stevie shook his head, the corner of his lips still twitching. “I meant killed. And nonsense, the nonsense they feed you.”

“They mostly don’t feed me anything about downtown and what life really is here…” you confessed with a sigh, spotting the woman from behind the counter making her way to you, red apron swinging a bit with her step.

“Good morning, almost afternoon! Oh, Steve, some dame you have here! Finally! Not sure we have enough fancy for her though,” she greeted you enthusiastically, her speech ending with a slight thoughtful pout.

You swallowed the indignation at her assumption and smiled at her. “I… um, I don’t need anything fancy, madam. At all, actually.”

“You heard that? Madam! You keep this one close, Steve!”

“Hey! I’m polite!” the blond protested, a twinkle of humour in his eye. “Can we have the least fancy thing for the lady, then? And a strawberry milkshake? Ya’ alright with strawberries? It’s the best one…”

The woman, Mrs.M as Buck had called her, wrote down the order in her little notepad when you only nodded, dumb-struck when Stevie – Steve? – ordered for you. “Coming right up! You want anything else, Stevie?

“Just a refill, please?” he looked up pleadingly and the woman sighed, patting his head.

“You’re addicted, hon, I feel sorry for your stomach. I’ll bring the pot.”

“You’re an angel, Anna.”

“Yeah, yeah…” she mumbled as she walked away.

Steve laid his very much muscular forearms on the table, leaning in, giving you his undivided attention.  “So… what’s your name, doll?”

Unlike with Bucky, Steve’s endearment somehow made your belly warm, your gaze lowering at his soft tone. You introduced yourself quietly and forced yourself to look up again – you were not raised by wolves, after all – and offered him a hand to shake, rising from your seat just a inch.

To your surprise, your companion gently took your fingers and turned your hand, kissing the back of it. As in, actually kissing it, his lips brushing your skin, his gaze locked with yours, stealing the breath from your lungs and making your rear fall back into your seat in surprise.

Who knew the downtown boys could be so charming?

“Pretty name for a pretty gal,” he commented. “So, what brings ya’ here?”

“…lunch? I told you?”

He clicked his tongue discontentedly at your poor excuse – it wasn’t exactly a lie, but… “Bad liar. Kinda like me.”

Was that right? Was he as innocent and honest as his eyes had been telling you ever since you noticed him behind Bucky? So far, he was nothing but nice to you. He could be your partner in crime – and you don’t lie to partners, especially when you’re a bad liar in the first place. You shifted in your seat, inhaled deeply and told him your dark secret.

“I just… I needed a change of scenery.”

His smile turned into a solid grin, mischief playing in his blue irises now, accenting the drop of green in them you hadn’t noticed before. “Well… looks like ya’ came to the right place.”

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One of the things Steve really liked about Maximoff’s was the domestic atmosphere. It was a family diner, one started by immigrants and yet not missing anything from the American way anyone could big mouth about. It was familial, relaxed yet with efficient staff and people practically knew each other by name – the regulars did at least.

Which meant that the stunning girl in sunflower dress who walked in wearing elegant high heels turned heads instantly, both in a good and bad way. Steve found the absurd figure both amusing and fascinating; she appeared utterly lost in her well-mannered way, her skirt brushed the tights just above her knees, catching an eye of me than one guy- and really, Steve had trouble not staring as well, but he at least attempted to.

Bucky, not so much.

Steve had to give it to her though – she was adorably startled when Buck opened his big mouth and tried to flirt with her… if that was what it was supposed to be, but she didn’t run out of the door just yet, even trying for a polite talk.

Cute. How could Steve go back to work knowing this remarkable creature was in his favourite diner? They would eat her alive, serve her like the next special!

Alright, that was a bit of an overstatement, but still.

And now, seeing her eyes widen as Wanda, the owner’s daughter and the twin sister to Steve’s colleague, placed a huge hamburger in front of the woman who simply couldn’t be from around here – uptown, if Steve guessed correctly – he knew he wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Luckily for him, not missing it still meant keeping his job, because they didn’t wait long. It was another thing Steve loved around here – they were quick, ready for the onslaught of hungry customers around noon, so ready that the pair barely exchanged few words before they were served food and the sinful strawberry milkshake—and thank fuck- coffee.

He sipped at the hot bitter liquid, hiding his smile at the curious, desperate and utterly adorable expression on the girl’s face as she was trying to figure out how the hell she should eat that. But because he felt a bit sorry for her too – she never had a hamburger, had she, how was she even alive – he lowered the cup and took mercy upon her.

“Ya’ just need to take it to your hands, bite and hope for the best that your cute dress won’t get a new colour on it,” Steve remarked, not bothering to keep a straight face. “Just dig in, uptown.”

She huffed, clearly slightly irked at his jab, but obediently placed her fingers to the sides of the burger and brought it to her red-painted lips. Steve settled comfortably to his seat, a coffee and a free comedy show with the prettiest actress he had ever laid his eyes on playing right in front of him.

“So… why did ya’ need a change?” he brought up after few moments, watching her reaction to the taste, a pleasant surprise on her face, a drop of grease in the corner of her lips. His fingers twitched on the cup with the need to wipe it away from her otherwise perfectly cleaned up face.  

He liked her face – it wasn’t hidden under tones of shiny coloured shit girl used these days.

She swallowed first, shaking her head, but never letting her food from her hands as if someone could steal it before she finished. Steve felt that on spiritual fucking level.

“It is a complicated issue,” she said, dodging the question. Steve fought the urge to roll his eyes.

“Try me.”

And with a sigh, she did, even when averting his gaze, lost in thought.

“You don’t know what’s like. All those… strained faces, smiling and nodding when asked to even if you don’t agree… not even being able to scratch your nose during dinner without people looking at you like you insulted them, their children and grandchildren that aren’t even born yet…“

Steve blinked at the waterfall of words, not expecting her to actually share that much. He only managed to stare at the embodiment of a good obedient uptown girl – minus the burger – while processing her words.

They sounded… not right. He never thought of it that way. His ma’ worked tooth and nail to keep them fed and he gave up going to art school for the very same reason. Hearing this girl, who was probably blessed with enough money to bath in it, complain about her life… was strange and frankly insulting, but when he thought of it, she did list some quite unpleasant downsides.

Gee. What people did to keep the picture perfect up. Can’t scratch her nose.

“Oh my, you must think I am a complete brat,” she exclaimed into the silence that fell on their table and Steve winced, both startled and pleasantly surprised. The self-awareness in her. “Spoiled privileged girl who doesn’t appreciate how lucky she is not having to work sixteen hours a day to feed herself and her family. Gosh, I am a terrible person, I’m sorry for rambling.”

Seeing her so self-depreciating caused a smile to spread on Steve’s face once more. Self-awareness indeed, realization in the purest form.

Where the hell did she come from?

She was… an odd egg, that was for sure. Steve certainly liked that and he hated seeing her with her lips turned downwards; so he spoke what was on his mind, as he always did.

“No… no. I think I understand… to a point.”

“Likely story,” she uttered, taking an angry bite of the hamburger.

So fucking adorable when angry – if that was what she called it. Steve could kiss that pouty lip of hers.

“I do!” he protested, raising his hands palms up and gesturing to her subtly to show he saw her point. “And for the record, I promise you – you can scratch your nose all you want with me.”

The smile she gave him could power a damn city, even if it wasn’t necessarily radiant – just very, very sweet and almost shy. “Thank you, Steve. I—never mind. Do you… have family?”

Steve, taken aback by her question, hesitated only for a moment. She had been honest, he should too. And to his genuine surprise, he enjoyed talking to her, so why ruin that with making shit up?

“Nope. Ma’ passed away few years ago. Dad’s been gone a while. Just Buck and guys from my shop.”

“I’m sorry. Really. I can’t imagine.”

He shrugged it off, ignoring the pang in his heart – the loss of his mother, only few years prior, still hurt. He missed her – she was an incredible woman and the kindest mother.

“That’s life. But thanks. You?”

“Both parents and—” she started off reluctantly, but then downright sighed. ”-a sister.”

“Don’t sound too excited about it,” Steve remarked sarcastically and she sighed again, putting her unfinished food away, frowning at it. “Full already?”

“It’s huge!”

“Gimme. No food comes to waste on my watch. Drink your milkshake,” he hummed, pulling the plate to his side of the table, much to her obvious astonishment – and was that a hint of amusement? – and took a bite. She shook her head, wiping her mouth with careful taps of a napkin, but was totally grinning at his actions, which left him unfairly giddy. “Ya’ were sayin’? About your family? More like your sister ya’ don’t exactly love?”

Steve almost choked when the smile slipped from her lips, mentally cursing himself.

“I know, I know! Once again – terrible person, I am aware. And I do like her, she’s family,” she said quickly as if to save the situation and prove she could treat her sister properly. Steve found the ‘she’s a family’ a bit of a learned phrase, utter shit, but he’d listen to more. “It’s just… Sharon… she’s the younger sister, but she is… perfect. Everyone thinks so. And she is! I swear I am not jealous, but… I wish I had more of a sister and less of an omnipresent perfect lady to tell me my hair doesn’t look good today at every occasion.”

Steve deliberately took a long nice look at her hairstyle. There was not one hair out of place on her head. She had some sort of an elaborate braid on her head Steve couldn’t hope to understand, making her look like a princess – well, kinda like a queen even, but her young face and playful and elegant dress wouldn’t make for a serious and grey sovereign. Princess it was.

“Was ‘dat today?” Steve asked, wiping his fingers to a napkin as he finished her meal and took a large gulp of coffee.

“Yes… again.”

His eyebrow slowly rose, sceptical and pitying. And kinda mad at people who ever told her she was anything but perfect. Beautiful. Stunning. Adorable.

“Well, no offence, doll, but your sis sounds like she should ease up on the bitch juice and have her eyes checked. Your hair’s fine, this whole…” he gestured vaguely to her head, “complicated thing ya’ did with it, is pretty like the rest of ya’.”

He should probably ease up on the compliments, but he couldn’t help himself. She seemed flustered at it and he loved it. She was cute. Her only flaw was that her hair wasn’t loose – Steve would like to see what she looked like, wild hair to run fingers through--

“…thank you. What is, eh, bitch juice?”

Steve chuckled when called out on his mistake. “Nothing really, means she shouldn’t be mean to ya’. Probably shouldn’t say ‘dat home, tho.”

Her smile made its return, sweet, shy and happy as she learned something new. “I will keep it in mind. Thank you for sweeping in, taking me under your wing here. You are a great company. I like you.”

Steve would deny it till the day he’d die, but that moment, his chest puffed with fucking pride. She liked him. Take that, Barnes! Take that, uptown snobs! She liked HIM.

“Well, if ya’ ever come to downtown ever again-“ he sort-of joked, the realization that this was very likely to be a one-time thing settling heavy in his stomach.

He wasn’t kidding anyone – he liked her too. A lot. Even when she was bitching; or maybe because of that, in addition to her 100% cutesy and pretty face… and figure.

“Would you meet me?” she asked excitedly, eyes lighting up with joy, which… Steve didn’t see coming.

“Uhm-- sure. If ya’ wanted.”

“Next Tuesday? What time?” she pried, sipping happily at the remnants of her milkshake. Nope, not the visual he needed—dammit.

Wait, what did she just say?

“You’re serious?” he asked incredulously, earning a shrug and a soft smile.

“You are funny and nice… and handsome.” Well, his ego just levitated through the ceiling, he wasn’t gonna lie- “I told you I liked you. Does that… mean something different here?”

He felt his lips curl up in a gentle smile at her slight confusion. She sounded so innocent. Steve’s heart could melt – and she already had him wrapped around her finger, which he surprisingly didn’t mind.

“No, doll, means the same thing. I like you too,” he assured her. “Gotta run, tho. Ya’ get home alright?”

“Yes. I only have to walk to the gallery nearby. I should go too…. Do I pay at the counter or somewhere-?”

“Nope. I do,” Steve interrupter her inspection of the diner and she swiftly rose to her feet.

“Oh no, I couldn’t possibly-“

“Lemme treat a pretty girl, ‘k?”

The words were out of his mouth before he could think better of them – but if he had, his reaction would be exactly the same. This might have not been a proper date, but no matter how much more money she no doubt had, Steve’s ma’ would box his ear if he let the lady pay.

The fact she casted her gaze down, shy at his supposed chivalry, was only a pleasant bonus. He could kiss her at that moment, so friggin’ beautiful and shy, and possibly interested.

“You say that a lot,” she whispered, glancing up at him from under her long eyelashes, tiny smile playing on her lips.

Steve shrugged it off and headed for the counter before he could act on impulse and actually pull her in to smack his mouth to hers.

“Just sayin’ the truth. Six p.m. works for ya’?”

She hummed as he paid for her and his coffee. “I will make it work.”

That was good enough for him as he offered this very place to meet.

Once they left the diner, she managed to take him aback once more when she rose to her tiptoes – a heroic act in her pumps – and pressed a soft chaste kiss on his cheek before saying a simple goodbye and began to walk the opposite direction than him.

Steve was grinning like a fool for the rest of the day and not even Bucky’s wiggling eyebrows could ruin his mood.

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Sleepovers were for children, you had been told by your mother more than once; so you claimed that what you were going to do with Pepper would be a girls’ night (women’ night?) and she suddenly seemed ecstatic, because Pepper was a fashion goddess and you still had a lot to learn about being chic.

You didn’t even care for the insult, as you were not about to spend time with your friend. No, Pepper was only kind enough to help you out and plot against the evil forces of uptown, covering for you while you’d be having a—a date with Steve. The week couldn’t past fast enough.

But finally you were here, wearing a pink dress – if a bit too chaste, but practical for a summer evening – with decorative black buttons, short sleeves and a bow around your waist, hair styled by the ‘fashion goddess’ who lived up to her title and charmed two French braids on your head. You were nearly jumping on spot, looking around subtly from time to time – you still had two minutes to spare.

So you stood there, trying not to tap your foot – which was really tempting, the elegant flats with an inch-tall heel making tapping much more easier than your usual pumps – and politely smiled at each person passing you.

When you caught a glimpse of a tall blonde figure, your smile widened into an honest one. He was even more handsome than you remembered – and he reciprocated the smile upon seeing you, his eyes not-so-subtly travelling up and down your figure. He was wearing simple blue t-shirt, one that hugged his muscular figure tightly, causing your mind to wander into strange places, and a pair of jeans – a simple outfit that he clearly felt comfortable in, a backpack slung over one of his broad shoulders.

“Wow. I feel underdressed now. And we might have to change plans,” he said upon greeting you, deep timber that haunted you in your sweetest dreams.

You subconsciously crumbled your skirt between your fingers, your smile faltering as you suddenly felt self-conscious and disappointed that you didn’t dress to his liking – or to fittingly to his plans.

“Oh, no! Should I run and change?”

Steve instantly shook his head, taking a hold of your hand, bringing it to his lips. Your cheeks heated up, your heart speeding up at his affection.

“Absolutely not. You look beautiful,” he opposed, giving you a once-over again, his blue eyes twinkling.

“Thank you. You too--handsome, I mean.”

And he was. Gosh. And that ruffled hair of his-! How did you want to run your fingers through it—and not to give a damn about such action being inappropriate.

“Thanks. I—uh, I was plannin’ for a small trip with… a bit of climbin’, which was stupid, I know-“ he stumbled over his words, scratching the back of neck sheepishly, clearly having absolutely no clue how giddy you had been – and still were – for spending the time with him in any form.

You cleared your throat. “How much climbing?”

“Not too much…? It would be safe, I promise. But I’m worried about your dress-“

“I’m not!” you blurted out, covering your mouth in embarrassment at your hastiness.

Steve didn’t seem to mind; in fact, a slow mischievous grin spread on his lips, beckoning you to follow him.

“Then come with me if ya’ wanna know what it’s like to live.”

The sentence was rather ironic; before you knew it, you were sitting nearly on the edge of a damn roof, precisely 37 storeys above the ground, on a building that wasn’t even finished yet.

Apparently, Buck’s – Bucky’s – uncle worked as construction manager, which opened you the doors to one of the unfinished additions to New York’s skyline. Some storeys you had to indeed climb, but with Steve’s support, you had felt ridiculously safe, grateful for thinking to bring flats instead of usual attire – and the reward was absolutely worth it.

Seeing the sunset, sitting on a picnic blanket after finishing simple sandwiches and a lemonade, you felt like you had the world at your feet.

It was breath-taking, for the lack of better term, enough to bring tears to your eyes.

Never in your life you had felt so… light. So free. Despite the heights you found yourself in, you had never breathed more easily. And as sentimental it might sound… you were sure it didn’t only went down to not being under scrutiny from your family and those bigheads who thought that they had a claim on the world, hence claim on you too-- no, you could tell with absolute certainty that at least part of this liberating feeling went down to the person sitting next to you, staring with you at the sunset and the lights of the city coming to life, flashing neons shining in the streets.

Your hand blindly reached for his, covering the back of it, feeling the slight roughness of his knuckles and skin – a hand of a workman. He didn’t retreat, but you could feel his gaze shifting to you.

“Thank you for taking me here, Steve,” you whispered, a tender breath of wind carrying your voice to a faraway place, to a dreamland. You couldn’t tear your eyes from the marvellous scenery. “It’s… it’s so beautiful.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, his hand shifting under yours, escaping your hold, fingers running up your arms to nestle on your jaw, gently cradling, causing your breathing to hitch, your heart speeding up to a at least a hundred per minute. “You are, doll.”

You turned to him, melting in his touch, and while you saw his face inching closer to yours, nerves working, regretting your inexperience, not for a split second you thought of retreating.

When Steve’s lips met yours, all rational thought left your mind, carried away by the sweet breeze of summer.

Girls’ night never felt so magical.

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Part 2

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Tags: @wxstedhexrt, @comicshoplife, @elysianecho, @scentedsongrebel, @orions-nebula, @pies-wands-and-more (I know you didn’t ask explicitly, but I can take a hint)

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I’m almost embarrassed to say that it turned out, once again, much much longer than I intended. But some might box my ears if I did, so... yay?

Credit for the fic title and chapter title goes to @queen-kass-the-writer​ - thank you!

And thank you for reading!

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[haikyuu-philia]

Can we have a Tsukki scenario where the reader is just as sarcastic as him? I mostly see the reader being overly sensitive and stuff. Also, I'm new here and look forward to reading your works

This ended up being longer than it was supposed to, but now it’s too late anyways XD

As in introverted and overly polite person, I had my struggles writing two sarcastic people at the same time. Yet, here we are, with this piece filled with not-so classical romance!

Also a very late welcome to the blog - I’m happy to have you here :3

Another Love Language | A Tsukishima x fem! Reader Scenario

Words: 1336

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People were gathered all over the place. Even though this hall had been reserved for participating teams only, there was nearly no empty spot to be found. Boys and girls wearing jerseys in all colours of the rainbow had taken over, creating a noise by simply talking to each other that could be compared to an earthquake. 

As most of his own teammates had been awake way too early this morning, Tsukishima was now able to call himself one of the few lucky ones with an actual corner to sit at. He taped his fingers in advance while Yamaguchi tried not to stare at the crowd, which would sent his heart rate up to unknown heights.

Nishinoya and Tanaka had left several minutes ago to meet some friend from a girls’ team. With every announcement Asahi seemed more pale, Kageyama fiddled with his fingers to properly stretch them. The trio of Daichi, Sugawara and Ennoshita was casually chatting with each other. And Hinata was absolutely nowhere to be seen, probably causing a ruckus at the toilettes as usual. 

What a time to be a member of Karasuno.

A glance at his phone told Tsukishima that the first match would start in an hour. So the warm-up would be due in about thirty minutes. Actually he had been checking his messages, but nothing new popped up in his inbox. 

Positively speaking this meant that Akiteru had found his way to Tokyo without any issues and was most likely sitting at his assigned seat by now. Tsukishima rested his back against the wall as he starred at his feet. 

The room might be crowded and loud, but he still managed to understand many parts of different conversations. Some people were standing pretty close to the area of his team anyways, closer than he appreciated. He rolled his eyes at their behaviour. 

„Aren’t these boys from Karasuno? The team that was known as the fallen crows?“ He heard a boy whisper from a few meters away.

Not only had this guy attracted Tsukishima’s attention, seemingly the rest of his teammates was listening as well. No one made eye contact as the stranger continued to speak without noticing that the victims of his theories were already planning their comeback. 

„Do you really think that they are strong enough to beat someone here?“

In absolute sync all member of Karasuno present were looking up to stare at the culprit with a blank expression on their faces. Once he had understood that their eyes were directed towards him, he froze immediately. He broke out of his paralysis by jumping when another person approached him from behind.

„Yeah, because I would totally think of the team that kicked Shiratorizawa, the current champion, out off the competition as weak," a female voice commented on his question from earlier. 

Yamaguchi and Tsukishima changed their mimics by the time the sarcastic remarks had reached their ears. The latter couldn’t decide whether to sigh or to hold his breath, though a smirk appeared on his face nevertheless. Of course he would recognise the voice of his own girlfriend from miles away or in the middle of a thousand people. 

Supporting his upper body with his hand he rose from his place, becoming the target of his team members’ curiosity.

In the meantime the boy, who had been called out by you, had retreated into the ocean of unknown faces. Obviously yours stood out even more to him. On the contrary spotting a tall blond guy in a black-orange jersey hadn’t been the hardest task for you to fulfil either.

When Tsukishima and you walked towards each other, the eyes of the other Karasuno players were practically pinned to your boyfriend’s back. Only Yamaguchi happened to know what exactly they were witnessing. For the rest it looked like the first-year approached a random girl who had just roasted someone for them.

„I thought I told you that you didn’t have to come,“ he said with one of his eyebrows raised. „What are you doing here?“

„Playing soccer, of course,“ you shot back with a grin wrinkling your cheeks.

So far you had only seen him in his volleyball attire on pictures, not in reality. On the ride to the stadium his older brother Akiteru had shown you plenty of them and had been blabbering endlessly about Kei’s career as a middle blocker. 

But nothing could have prepared you for the moment when you actually got to see him in his jersey. Number 11 of Karasuno, a regular. 

„Hellooooooo Tsukishima! Would you mind to introduce us to this lovely girl you are talking to?“

Suddenly Sugawara had popped up next to the two of you, starling your boyfriend for the minority of a second. Not much to Tsukishima’s surprise Daichi stood right behind the setter, eyeing you with an innocent smile. 

„Ah, you must be Kei's teammates. Nice to meet you! I won’t occupy him for long, just making sure that he is in usually high spirits.“ You proceeded with telling them your name, school and grade. 

After that you looked at your boyfriend to finish your introduction as you certainly didn’t know how much his team was involved in his love life. 

„She is my stalker in disguise of a fan," he responded to your nonverbal plea.

A chuckle left your mouth while you crossed your arms in front of your chest and leaned onto your lamppost of a significant other. Even with your body putting weight on him, he didn’t move in inch. So you stood securely.

„Nah, I am more of his personal reminder that his heart of stone is able to feel love.“

Sugawara and Daichi introduced themselves, exchanging glances with one another in between sending approving looks your way. Together with you Tsukishima returned to his former resting spot where Yamaguchi greeted you as well. Out of the Karasuno bunch he had been the only person to officially have been told about the change of his best friend’s relationship status.

Though, Sugawara had to admit that he had indeed had a suspicions until today. 

Sitting next to each other with your backs facing the wall, you more or less leaning onto him again, the missing boys of the team returned one by one.

At first Nishinoya and Tanaka did not believe their eyes that a third girl had found their way to them before Tsukishima clicked his tongue at them. They went on with jumping up and down, probably attracting Hinata in the end. 

Not less excited, the orange-haired boy had sparkles in his eyes as he cooed, „I didn’t know you had a girlfriend, Tsukishima! Please teach me your methods, please, PLEASE!“ 

Time went by in the speed of a spiked volleyball, so the announcement to prepare for the first match came faster than expected. Several parts of the crowd inside the room started moving, gathering or walking out to the gym already. 

Tsukishima put on his sports glasses, you did your best to distract Yamaguchi from the upcoming adrenaline. Not that it really worked, but internally he was glad to have someone that was talking to him about something else than facing strong teams. In this case how your boyfriend would look stunning in glasses with a pink frame.

„You should go back to your seat. Akiteru is probably waiting for you,“ he advised you once Coach Ukai had told the team to get together. 

Now was your moment to leave - In the battles he was about to fight on court you couldn’t do anything but watch from afar. For sure you were intending to clap and scream until your hands and throat would be sore, maybe annoying a specific middle blocker of Karasuno in the process.

One last time Tsukishima turned around to send you off.

„Break a finger, Kei!“

He gave you a thumbs up, the corners of his lips slightly poking towards the ceiling. Then he switched back to his serious mode in order to crush their opponents. 

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Posted: April 9th 2020 | Requests: Open | Match-ups: Closed

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[my-witchy-journal]

🌕Working with the Lunar Year 🌕

For this post I’m using the book called ‘GRIMOIRE OF A KITCHEN WITCH ‘ by Rachel Patterson. In this book I have found a lot of interesting and useful tips, list and recipes which I’m gonna share with you lil’ witches as soon as possible. 

So as you all know each month has it’s own particular Moon and they has theri own Moon energies which can be used for Moon magic. 

⛄January⛄

Nature spirits: gnomes, brownies 

Herbs: marjoram, nuts and cones 

Colours: white, violet, black 

Stones: garnet, onyx, jet, chrysophrase

Trees: birch 

Animals: fox, coyote, pheasant, blue jay

Deities: Freyja, Inanna, Sarasvati, Hera, Ch’ang-O, Sinn

Energies: Sluggish, below the surface, beginning and conceiving, protection, reversing spells. Conserving energy by working on personal problems. Getting your various bodies to work smoothly together for the same goals.

❄️February❄️

Nature spirits: house faeries 

Herbs: balm of Gilead, hyssop, myrrh, sage

Colours: light blue, violet 

Stones: amethyst, jasper, quartz 

Trees: rowan, laurel, cedar 

Animals: otter, unicorn, eagle, chickadee

Deities: Brigit, Juno, Kuan Yin, Diana, Demeter, Persephone, Aphrodite

Energies: Energy working toward the surface; purification, growth, healing. Loving the self. Accepting responsibility for past errors, forgiving oneself and making future plans.

🌷March🌷

Nature spirits: merfolk, air and water beings

Herbs: broom, High John root, yellow dock, wood betony, Irish moss

Colours: plate green, violet 

Stones: aquamarine, bloodstone 

Trees: alder, dogwood 

Animals: cougar, hedgehog, boar, sea crow, sea eagle

Deities: Black Isis, the Morrigan, Hecate, Cybele, Astarte, Athena, Minerva, Artemis, Luna

Energies: Energy breaks into the open; growing, prospering, exploring. New beginnings; balance of light and dark. Breaking illusions. Seeing the truth in your life however much it may hurt.

🌿April🌿

Nature spirits: plant faeries 

Herbs: basil, chives, dragon’s blood, geranium, thistle

Colours: red, gold 

Stones: ruby, garnet 

Trees: pine, bay, hazel 

Animals: bear, wolf, hawk, magpie 

Deities: Kali, Hathor, Anahita, Ceres, Ishtar, Venus, Bast

Energies: Put energy into creating and producing; return balance to the nerves. Change, self-confidence, self-reliance. Take advantage of opportunities. Work on temper, emotional flareups and selfishness.

🌻May🌻

Nature spirits: faeries, elves 

Herbs: dittany of Crete, elder, mint, rose, mugwort, thyme, yarrow 

Colours: green, brown, pink 

Stones: emerald, malachite, amber, carnelian

Trees: hawthorn 

Animals: cat, lynx, leopard, swallow, dove, swan

Deities: Bast, Venus, Aphrodite, Maia, Diana, Artemis, Pan, Horned God

Energies: Full creating energy; propagation. Intuition, contact with faeries and other supernatural beings. Strengthen connection with supernatural protectors and beings around you. Power flowing from nature

🐝 June 🐝

Nature spirits: sylphs, zephyrs 

Herbs: skullcap, meadowsweet, vervain, tansy, dog grass, parsley, moss 

Colours: orange, golden green 

Stones: topaz, agate, fluorite 

Trees: oak 

Animals: monkey, butterfly, frog, toad, wren, peacock

Deities: Aine, Isis, Neith, Green Man, Cerridwen, Ishtar

Energies: Full but restful energy; protect, strengthen and prevent. A time of light; Earth tides are turning. Decision-making, taking responsibility for present happenings. Work on personal inconsistencies. Strengthen and reward yourself for your positive traits.

☀️ July☀️

Nature spirits: hobgoblins, faeries of harvested crops

Herbs: honeysuckle, agrimony, lemon balm, hyssop

Colours: silver, blue grey 

Stones: pearl, moonstone, white agate 

Trees: oak, acacia, ash 

Animals: crab, turtle, dolphin, whale, starling, ibis, swallow

Deities: Athena, Juno, Hel, Holda, Cerridwen, Nephthys, Venus

Energies: Relaxed energy; preparing, succeeding. Dreamwork, divination, meditation on goals and plans, especially spiritual ones.

🍃August🍃

Nature spirits: dryads 

Herbs: chamomile, St John’s wort, bay, angelica, fennel, rue, orange 

Colours: yellow, gold 

Stones: cat’s eye, carnelian, jasper, fire agate

Trees: hazel, alder, cedar 

Animals: lion, phoenix, sphinx, dragon, crane, falcon, eagle

Deities: Ganesha, Thoth, Hathor, Diana, Hecate, Nemesis

Energies: Energy into harvesting; gathering, appreciating. Vitality, health, friendships.

🍁September🍁

Nature spirits: trooping faeries 

Herbs: copal, fennel, rye, wheat, valerian, skullcap

Colours: brown, yellow green, yellow 

Stones: peridot, chrysolite, citrine 

Trees: hazel, larch, bay 

Animals: snake, jackal, ibis, sparrow 

Deities: Demeter, Ceres, Isis, Nephthys, Freyja, Ch’ang-O, Thoth 

Energies: Rest after labour; balance of light and dark. Organise. Clean and straighten up physical, mental, emotional and spiritual clutter.

🎃October🎃

Nature spirits: frost faeries, plant faeries

Herbs: pennyroyal, thyme, catnip, angelica, burdock

Colours: dark blue green 

Stones: opal, tourmaline, beryl, turquoise

Trees: yew, cypress, acacia 

Animals: stag, jackal, elephant, ram, scorpion, heron, crow, and robin 

Deities: Ishtar, Astarte, Demeter, Kore, Lakshmi, Horned God, Belili, Hathor

Energies: Energy to let go; inner cleansing. Karma and reincarnation. Justice and balance. Inner harmony.

🍂November🍂

Nature spirits: subterranean faeries 

Herbs: verbena, betony, borage, cinquefoil

Colours: grey, sea green 

Stones: topaz, lapis lazuli

Trees: alder, cypress 

Animals: unicorn, scorpion, crocodile, jackal, owl, goose, sparrow 

Deities: Kali, Black Isis, Hecate, Bast, Osiris, Sarasvati, Lakshmi, Mawu

Energies: Take root, prepare. Transformation. Strengthen communication with the deity who seems closest to you.

🎄December🎄

Nature spirits: snow faeries, storm faeries, winter tree faeries

Herbs: holly, ivy, fir, mistletoe 

Colours: dark red, white, black 

Stones: serpentine, peridot 

Trees: pine, fir, holly 

Animals: mouse, deer, horse, bear, rook, robin, snowy owl

Deities: Hathor, Hecate, Neith, Athena, Minerva, Ixchel, Osiris, Norns, Fates 

Energies: Energy to endure, die, and be reborn; Earth tides turning. Darkness. Personal alchemy. Spiritual paths. Reach out to friends and family, the lonely and needy.

💎🌛Lunar crystals and stones🌜💎

A lot of crystals also have lunar associations.

Crystals & Stones like this:

quartz

 rose quartz

 aquamarine

 mother of pearl

moonstone

 pearl

 beryl

 sapphire

hag stones (stones with holes through them)

How to use them?

Use a crystal or other stone to make yourself a lunar charm to help keep you in synch with the Moon phases and the phases of your own life.

#tips #moon #moonphases #witchcraft #witches #witch #witchy #kitchen #kitchen magic #grimoire #book #moon magic

[merryfortune]

Day 27 / Rose

Clover and Violets 2021

Ship: not applicable | Mieru/Ruri

Universe: Arc V

Word Count: 1,509

Rating: T

Tags: Canon Divergent, Implied PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort

   One for sorrow, Mieru thought to herself, as she found one of those birds all by her lonesome. 

   One of those birds who had pretty eyes of sanguinated magenta and long hair of deep, amethyst purple.

   Funnily enough, even when she was alone and sobbing, she was still surrounded by birds. Just pretty little brown ones. Mieru hadn’t meant to stumble upon this thing but she was a finder of all sorts of things. Including sad things. 

   The starlings scattered as Mieru’s shoes tapped on the ground, upbeat and happy, she had just gone to stretch her legs, she was still immature when it came to parties and she wasn’t the only one. Or, maybe, it wasn’t immaturity at all. It was the worst kind of maturity.

   Ruri looked up at Mieru, through a facade of feathers as those starlings scattered and Mieru didn’t know what to say. She swallowed a hello in her throat. It didn’t seem appropriate. Ruri pawed at her face as she slowly let go of herself.

   “Sorry,” she murmured, “I just needed some space. I’m not used… I’m not used to the peacetimes anymore.”

   “May I sit here?” Mieru asked. She pointed at the ground beside Ruri as she clutched her crystal apple.

   “Y-Yes, that’s fine…” Ruri mumbled though she didn’t understand why. She, personally, saw no appeal in spending time with a stranger who was sobbing.

   Yet, Mieru dropped down beside her, dress flouncing and flapping as she sat beside Ruri, cross-legged. Yet, Mieru leaned into Ruri’s personal space, even though she stiffened. Held herself just that little bit tighter and felt awkward and assessed as Mieru looked up at her with those big, green eyes of her, all glassy and peridot-coloured and gleaming.

   “You have a lot of light in you, Mieru can see it, however do you sleep at night with such brightness inside?”

   Ruri squinted at Mieru, confused and confounded, tears just on the edge of her eyes but Mieru was entirely sincere in her question. Ruri giggled as she wiped away the evidence of her crying off her face.

   “You are very sweet, Mieru.” Ruri told her. “Even if it’s unexpected ways.”

   “Sleep well tonight and count the omens, I’m sure good things are on their way as the future comes for us all, one way or another. There’s no way to stop it but we can at least be prepared. Get a good night’s rest, a full eight hours at the very least, and don’t skip breakfast either, it’s the most important meal of the day, you know, or at least that’s what Mama says.” Mieru lectured Ruri.

   Ruri giggled again and Mieru pouted. “I’m trying to help you, you know, and you spurn the Mieru? You hurt her feelings. Insolent bird. All you Bracelet Girls are the same.” Mieru huffed. She crossed her little arms.

   “I’m sorry,” Ruri said, “you’re just so cute, I can’t take you seriously but thank you. I do appreciate it, truly.”

   “You’re welcome, and you should note, your lucky number is two, I believe. So do things in twos, I would recommend and perhaps skip the sushi on Thursday.” Mieru continued to advise her.

   “Thank you for your wisdom, little one, but how do you know these things?” Ruri asked. “How can you even begin to look into the future and not see anything but misery?”

   “Mieru sees all.” Mieru murmured. Might have been a lament, it might have been a requiem. “But Mieru has eyes and Mieru cannot avoid using them. So, she sees all, whether she likes it or not. The least I can do is use this power for good, even if I do see some bad. And I see things that you cannot begin to comprehend which is saying something given you are already a peculiarity of supernatural proportions I have only begun to understand.”

   Ruri hummed thoughtfully as Mieru rambled. She tucked a strand of her own hair behind her ear. Then, she did the same for Mieru and Mieru blushed.

   She very much did not want Ruri knowing that whilst Mieru was a coward, she had still seen a smidgen of things that left her harrowed and when she was touched, she saw some more. She saw Heartland reflected in the shadows inside her crystal apple that only she could scry. The horrors of how it fell and the sadism of the soldiers who invaded it. 

   Mieru hated it very much and though Ruri’s touch was kind, playing with her gingery coloured hair, Mieru was scared of that touch. She saw more than she wanted through it and through the illusions only she could scry from her crystal apple. So, she rocketed to her feet and Ruri was only very mildly perturbed by it. She blinked.

   “Mieru must be going,” Mieru announced, “see you later.”

   “Thank you, Mieru,” Ruri replied, murmuring softly, “see you later.”

   Mieru turned on her heel and then looked back, “And remember, two for mirth.” she said.

   Ruri nodded. “Two for mirth.” she echoed back.

   Mieru smiled like a cat - so different to an avian, down-to-earth girl like Ruri - and she pranced off with a skip in her step, rejoining the party on the You Show Academy roof as it was Ayu’s birthday today. 

   Mieru didn’t see Ruri upstairs again after that; she must have spent the rest of the afternoon and late evening downstairs, outside in the garden, recovering from her moment of fatigue. And Mieru didn’t see Ruri again until a couple days later, on Thursday, funnily enough. Mieru hadn’t been expecting to see Ruri at all but they ran into each other at one of the malls in Maiami. Such a bit city and they were still able to cross paths at random; it must have been fate, both girls thought.

   Ruri was with Shun but Shun wasn’t looking all that well. He was looking a little green around the cheeks, holding his stomach and Ruri was holding him even though she had stopped to chat with Mieru.

   “You were right,” Ruri very blithely informed Mieru who blinked curiously at what a way to start a conversation, “to skip the sushi.” she said. “This one did not heed your mambo-jumbo and now look at him. He’s got something of a bellyache, unlike me who had a salad from the kebab place across the food court.”

   “S’not a bellyache…” Shun grumbled. “It’s food poisoning.”

   “It is not.” Ruri scolded him. “You ate, like, ten plates. No one else got sick.”

   Mieru laughed. She was an only child but she wondered it what it would be like to be a little sister to someone.

   “Anyways, do you have any other predictions for me?” Ruri asked and her brother scolded her this time for believing such silly things.

   “No, not at the moment, I - I would need my cards for that.” Mieru told her, she had only brought her fortune-telling pencil to help her navigate the mall; she had come to buy school supplies for the upcoming semester.

   “Oh, fair enough,” Ruri replied, “but we’ll have to catch up sometime and oh! I almost forgot!”

   Mieru blinked again as Ruri let go of Shun. He looked fit to faint but he did his best to stand up on his own, as slouched as that was. Ruri dug through one of the cardboardy shopping backs she was bedecked with on either of her arms.

   “I saw this and it reminded me of you so I thought I would buy it, just in case I saw you and now look. We did. Maybe I’m a little bit psychic.” Ruri laughed as she gave Mieru her gift and now she was perfectly like a lyrebird, Mieru thought, if she had an aptitude for small, shiny sparkly things like this. “It’s a purple rose, you can wear it as a brooch, if you like, I thought it would look good on you, please, take it.”

   “Thank you…” Mieru replied softly.

   Her fingers were soft against Ruri’s palm as she accepted the gift. She was a little bit mystified. She had received gifts before as thanks for her powers and using them but this felt a little different. She couldn’t quite put it into words but it was somehow more special coming from Ruri. Her heart fluttered.

   “Anyways, I best be off.” Ruri said and she linked her arms with Shun’s again since he was like jelly. “But it would be nice to hang out again, just the two of us, yes?”

   “Yes, that would be wonderful.” Mieru replied.

   Ruri beamed. “After all, two for mirth, yes?”

   “Yes, two for mirth.” Mieru affirmed and Ruri was satisfied with that. 

   She hurried off and Mieru just watched with those huge eyes of hers. Green and awed. She smiled though, truly happy to see Ruri in a better mood compared to when they had encountered each other at You Show earlier. 

   Two for mirth indeed, Mieru found herself thinking very fondly with a scant of pink in her cheeks.

#femslash february #femslash #mieru x ruri #ruri x mieru #yugioh arc v #arc v #yugioh #mieru houchun #kurosaki ruri #lulu obsidian #aura sentia #writing tag #clover and violets #clover and violets 2021 #happy belated birthday to me