#she won't eat gravy

[readychilledwine]

Requiem for a Dream

Part 3: Change

(Two months into Rhysand's Return home)

Rhysand and Rhiannon are still walking around their sexual tension, but our high lord has finally decided enough is enough. After a month of lingering touching, glances, and true re-courtship, he wants his mate in his bed.

Warnings - Smut, NSFW, D/S dynamics (daddy/Princess and sex slave/master) ownership kink, praise kink, oral (F Recv), not edited. Minors- DNI

A/N - This is kind of that last step before the peak of Rhys, in reality, reclaiming his sexual being, which is a journey a lot of SA survivors go through. While everyone's journey is different and models different patterns, I felt Rhysand's NEEDED to show aspects of regaining domination and control, and I do not feel that was truly shown or touched on by SJM.

Rhiannon's character, at this point, may not be for everyone. She is very submissive due to her own trauma and back story I crafted for her. Let me know your thoughts, feelings, if you want more, have gripes. Also, the song in mind is "Change (In the House of Flies)" by Deftones. The theme to one of my absolute favorite movie sex scenes in history.

Author ps - as an active member of the kink scene, I see festish written on here, but it never comes with this warning and when we do not know who is reading our stories, I feel like it needs to be said.

Please DO NOT ENGAGE IN BDSM with a partner you do not fully trust. BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, all varieties, and sex in general need to be based on trust and the care for each other's emotional well-being. You all deserve the best, give yourselves the ability to have that 💜 love yourself enough to WANT and NEED to have that.

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Part One Part Two Part Four

Rhys had convinced Rhiannon to join him for dinner alone in the River House. They ate in silence, hands held over the table. They were dressed casually. She was wearing a dark plum sweater that went down to her mid thigh, tight black leggings and fuzzy socks. Rhysand had on a cream sweater with casual pants.

He had asked the twins to make her favorite meal. Elk steaks, potatoes with gravy, greens, and homemade bread and butter. He had personally flown into Velaris, arriving at a sweet shop his mate absolutely loves, asking if they had her favorite cupcakes available that day. They had made them for him, without hesitation as he did some other shopping for her. She was eyeing them with a sparkle he had not seen from her since his arrival home. But after all, what female could possibly resist the imported vanilla and sea salt caramel this bakery used.

"When were you going to call on the bargain with Feyre? I'm worried about her powers eating her alive." Rhys looked at Rhiannon. "He won't train her. She needs to be with someone who will."

Rhys nodded. "I assume the realm gave you that information?" She nodded. "I would like to ensure my own home and court are on a stable foundation before bringing her here."

Rhiannon was no fool. She knew immediately what he meant. She gently put her silverware down, turning to look at her husband. "I did not realize there were issues in the foundation. Is something wrong in the court?"

Rhysand sighed. He wouldn't be able to woo her now. This conversation was happening, and it was happening much sooner than he anticipated for the night. "Not necessarily with the court itself. I worry more about my family and Inner Circle." Rhys paused to turn to her, "My wife hasn't kissed me since I arrived home, despite many chances and opportunities to do so. I keep attempting to recourt her with countless gifts, praise, and flirtation, but I just cannot seem to bring her into my bed." Rhys paused to watch her look down. "You are my most trusted advisor when it comes to Illyrian Females, Rhiannon. Do you have any suggestions on how I can get my wife to be close to me again?"

Rhiannon put her silverware down, clearing her throat before responding. "Is she possibly afraid that reciprocating your affections may hurt you or the progress you've made?"

Rhysand smirked, finally getting the answers he needed. "I would not know," he laced their fingers together. "Aside from asking me how my day was, doing her duties to fill me in on her assignments, and small conversations, she has all but closed me out. I know she loves me. I just worry that maybe I am not doing enough to show her I would like to begin the process of us going back to who we are."

Rhiannon felt tears lining her eyes. "I know you still have nightmares about her, Rhys. I just feel like sleeping with you, touching you, or even kissing you is retraumatizing you. I love you too much to risk hurting you emotionally and mentally."

He nodded, taking a sip of his wine before beginning to speak to her. "I appreciate how much you care. I have always loved your empathy and kindness, darling. I want to sleep with you at my side, though. I want to hold you. To kiss you. To fuck you until I cannot tell where you stop and I begin." He took another deep drink. "I am ready to try, my nightingale. I need to try. Madja believes I am ready. I believe I am ready. Please, Rhiannon, come to bed with me tonight."

She nodded. "And we will stop if it is too much?" He sent her confirmation down the bond. "Mor made me wear something pretty under this for you. Just in case." His ears perked up at that. He took her hand, dinner long forgotten, and pulled her to their large bedroom.

Rhysand took the chair that sat across from their bed, leaning forward on his elbows as Rhiannon stood close to him. "Take your clothing off." Her scent hit him immediately. The sweet scent of her arousal mixed with the normal soft smell of moonflowers and honey. He watched, eyes fixated on every inch of slowly exposed skin as her sweater was removed and set on the desk near them.

She went to remove her leggings next after he gave her a nod, exposing her muscled thighs to him first. He groaned loudly at the sight of her mating mark. The delicate pattern of swirls and stars that ran the expanse of her leg, mapping out the night sky at the exact time they accepted the bond.

Mor had picked a wonderful little set for her to wear. A black haltered bra made of strictly lace and mesh that left nothing to his imagination, a matching high waist thong, and stockings that stopped at her midthigh. He patted his lap, leaning back as she crawled to straddle him.

They studied each other for a few seconds. His fingers ghosting the new muscles she had earned while training with Cassian, then her pretty throat, then her breasts and stomach, before reaching her panty line. "Mate, please." The bond was banging like a war drum in both of their ribcages, right where it connected their hearts. "Rhysand, please."

He pulled her to him, locking their lips for the first time in 50 years and moaning at the taste of her. It was exactly how he remembered, yet so different. Her lips were soft on his, tasting faintly of the sweet red wine she had been drinking. The bond began to almost hum, begging for more.

She fully submitted to him, allowing him to control the pace and pressure. One of his arms quickly wrapped around her hourglass waist while the other went up her back, allowing his hand to tangle into her hair.

It was a familiar position to them. One they had been caught in countless times by Azriel, by Cassian, by his mother. He almost smiled, remembering the first time Azriel had walked in on Rhysand pounding into his sister while she moaned and cried for him. Every single punch of the absolute beating her older brother had given him that day was worth it. Every single punch Azriel still gave him was worth it.

Their first time seemed so distant now as he pulled away from her, lifting her and carrying her to their marriage bed, kissing her throat, and whispered praise into her soft skin. He laid her gently down and sat on his knees between her legs.

Her dark hair was spread out in every direction, her pupils slightly dilated as she began to enter the part of her mind and behavior only he had the pleasure of seeing. Her lips were swollen, bringing out the soft blush they naturally had even more. He ran his thumb down them, smiling as she immediately opened her mouth and began to suck the digit, looking at him with her wide eyes.

"Such a beautiful little treat, aren't you, darling?" He pulled his thumb from her lips, "You're dripping already. Daddy wants to have his favorite dessert. Is that okay with his princess?" She whined, her back arching slightly off the bed. "Words, my darling. Daddy asked you a question."

She looked up at him, wide eyed. "Please Daddy. Need you. I'll be a good girl." Her submission had him ripping his own shirt off and removing his pants with speed he hardly knew he still had in him as he pulled her to the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees to be closer to her dripping cunt.

"I wanted to take my time with you, worship you and this body of yours, but I fear I just do not have the patience for all of that today." He misted the now offensive lace from her body, leaving only the thigh highs and growled at the sight before him. "Such a pretty cunt, Rhiannon. Who does she belong to?"

Rhiannon was already breathing heavily. "You. I am yours."

He growled, throwing her legs over his shoulder. "Good girl." Without warning Rhys began his assault. Licking long stripes from her leaking hole the the apex of her thighs. He drank from her like a man receiving water after being trapped in a desert for too long. He was starving for her. Aching for her. He groaned as her hands found his hair and gently tugged to bring him closer to her clit.

He had missed this. He had missed waking her up with his head between her legs. He had missed the feeling of her tight entrance twitching on his tongue. He had missed the sweet taste of her. He pushed his tongue into her, nose nudging that sweet bundle of nerves, "Fuck daddy, yes!" Her back arched of the bed, and he instantly locked her down with his forearm, growling at her in warning.

Keep still like a good little toy, or I will leave you dripping and aching. He continued his feast, knowing fully well he couldn't, and wouldn't, do that to her. He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking lightly, and moaning as it earned him a harsher tug on his hair.

His free hand moved up, taking some of her wetness on one finger before slowly pushing it into her. She was tight. So tight. His pretty girl only had her own fingers to play with, and he realized he'd need to slowly stretch her back open all over again for him to slip inside of her like the little sleeve he had made her to be again.

He smirked at the thought of retraining her to be constantly wet and ready to take him at a moment's notice. He curled the one finger, chuckling against her as she swore and prayed to the Gods. Just Rhys or daddy is fine, darling. There are no Gods here to save you from me.

"Rhys!" She gasped loudly as he slowly put another finger inside of her, moving them in and out and curling them into the soft spongy spot that he knew made her see stars. "Fuck please don't stop." He doubled his efforts, moving his fingers faster, sucking and licking at her clit a little harder as she began to flutter around him. That tight coil in her stomach was winding itself up faster and faster with each well planned lick, suck, and curl.

Is my little princess going to cum? A loud whimper of his name came as her breathing picked up. Does my princess have permission to cum?

"Daddy please. I need it. I need to cum. Please." Rhys removed his mouth from her nerves, keeping himself within licking distance.

"Who makes you feel this good? Who is the only male who gets to make you feel like this, huh?" He went back to licking circles and figure 8s on her as his fingers began to move even faster.

The room was filled with her cries, her pleads, and the sound of her wetness. Rhys released his hold on her hips, only for tendrils of darkness to take his forearms place to begin the quick mission of stroking his cock. I asked you a fucking question, Rhiannon. Scream. Scream for all of Velaris who is making you feel this good.

And she did. Her walls locked and began squeezing his fingers as she screamed his name over and over. The tight coil in her stomach releasing and causing more wetness to flood her mate. He moaned against her core, refusing to slow down until he also found his peak. That refusal instantly sent Rhiannon back over the edge with little effort. One graze of his teeth gently against her clit had her crying out of him again, and then him roaring as he came seconds later.

His head fell into her thigh, peppering small kisses there as his hips rutted, and they rode out their bliss together. She tugged the bond, silently begging him to come hold her, and he obeyed. He laid on his back, pulling her into his side, and began playing with her hair. He placed a soft kiss on her lips before trapping her in a more heated one.

One month, he said to her mentally. In one more month, I'm fucking you on every surface of this house. She smiled against his chest, nodding.

"Is that a promise, my love?" She held her pinky to him, making him chuckle and smile as he enloped it into his larger one and pulled her into another deep kiss. A feeling of the familiar zip of a promise being made hit them both. New tattoos, three small stars, adorned their left ring fingers, right above their wedding rings.

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Requiem for a Dream Tag List:

@horneybeach1

@we-were-beautiful

@cat-or-kitten

@twsssmlmaa

@dream-alittlebiggerdarling

@tothestarsandwhateverend

#acotar #acotar x reader #rhys x reader #rhysand x reader #rhys fic #rhysand #rhys acotar #rhysand acotar

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Jaune: Alright Viewers, Our contestants have been hard at work Preparing dishes for our judges! First up, Weiss Schnee!

Ruby: *Sitting at a Judge's Bench* Alright Weiss! What did you prepare for us today?

Weiss: I ... I made something?

Weiss's Dish: It's too gross to even look at. A bizarre smell issues forth from this heap. Eating it won't hurt you though ... probably

Ruby: ... Yeah, No I'm not eating That.

Blake: *gags* Is ... Is that Feathers In it?

Weiss: I put Chicken in it!

Yang: Did you put Chicken or A Chicken!?!?

Weiss: ... Is there a Difference?

R_BY: ... 0/10

Yang: I'd give you Negative points, But the scoreboard doesn't go that low.

Weiss: It can't be that terri-

Weiss's Dish: HISSS!

RWBY: AAHHHH!

~WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK!~

Jaune: *Visibly disheveled* Alright ... uh ... We'd like to thank our clean up crew for their bravery and sacrifices in taking down ... That Thing ...

Harriet: *Offscreen* Vine! WHY-Y-Y!

Jaune: Miss Weiss has since been Disqualified for the actions of her ... 'Meal' ... Continuing swiftly on, Next up we have Winter Schnee!

Ruby: *Covered in claw marks* A-alright Specialist, what, uh, what've you got.

Winter: *Throws a Chili-Mac MRE with a sunny-side up egg on the table*

Winter: I have this for dinner every night, it is flavorful and has a large amount nutrients and vitamins required for survival.

Blake: *Also Fucked up* I don't think that follows the rules.

Yang: After whatever the Fuck Weiss just made, Do you really care?

Blake: we're still meant to be objective about it. she didn't make it from scratch, so she must be disqualified.

Yang: Fine ...

Ruby: I mean, I'm starving so I'm gonna eat it, even if we can't accept this as a dish.

Winter Schnee has been Disqualified For failing to follow the Rules.

~~~~~

Jaune: And, Last but not Least, Whitney Schnee!

Jaune: *Offscreen* Wait it's Whitley, not Whitney? I though it was three sisters ...

Ruby: Whitley, If you've made something by scratch that's remotely Edible, you win.

Whitley: Well I hope you'll be satisfied then.

Whitley: I have handmade Egg Noodles, Smothered in a hearty Beef-tip gravy, topped with Green Onion, Fresh Grated Parmesan, and a special Lemonade Blend of my own creation.

Ruby: *Drinking the lemonade* Is that Coconut?

Whitley: Yes, it is lemon, lime, water, Coconut milk, and a small pinch of sugar!

Yang: This is fantastic!

Blake: It reminds me of home!

Whitley: And what of the Noodles?

Blake: Well, it smells good!

Ruby: *Taking a bite of it*

Ruby: *Hallelujah~ Hallelujah~*

Ruby: *Tries stealing it* IT'S MINE!

Yang: *Struggling against Ruby* WAIT ME AND BLAKE STILL NEED TO TRY IT!

Blake: *Also trying to take it* Ruby! I haven't eaten all day! Give back!

Whitley: S-So. Is it Good?

Ruby: How much for you to be my personal Chef!

Yang: No! It's to good for you alone!

Whitley: ... So whats the score?

Jaune: *Walking up to Whitley* You know, I wish I had girls fighting over my Noodle and Meat sauce.

Whitley: ... Do you think before you speak? That sounded Rather Crass.

Jaune: Eh. Good job on winning. You should go console your sisters though, they aren't doing to well.

~~~~~

Weiss: *Crying* Why! Why can't I cook! why am I so ba-a-ad!

Winter: *Tears running down her cheeks* Now, Weiss, we must learn to take failure in stride.

Winter: *Internally* When you try your best~ but you don't succeed~

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #rwby shitpost #winter schnee #whitley schnee #harriet bree

[carte-blanco]

Pregnancy Headcannons for CASTIN AND THE BARONESS

AHAKSHS I'm hype for this storyline and the whole shabang🙌🏾 I'm saying this as I'm writing A Warren oneshot, that i was supposed to finish last month but Whatever~

Say HELLO to the most exquisite baby gifts EVER for a BABY SHOWER. The gifts consist of baby clothes probably from Modas👀, That the Baroness will probably cry over, adorable toys that Castin's solider's spent half of their allowances on that's literally a plastic sword, hand carved building blocks and a teddy for the baby to lay with. And don't even get me started on the crib (Castin made it himself, I won't take any criticism)

The uncomfortablity of waddling and back pain is one thing but those cravings are dangerous. First its simple things like sweets or simple things she would want on daily basis that you want during your day but then its your daily meat dinner covered in chocolate and gravy. Or even spicy foods that she wouldn't dare eat that burn her tongue but soothes the baby or babies👀, The Baroness claims it is what she wants when Castin hands her the dish in a concerning way, but he doesn't pry nor does he stop her as the "appeling" cravings she has during the day resurface.

HER BELLY! The Baroness was a bit shy and embarrassed when her stomach started showing, indicating that she really was pregnant and everybody knows now that its not a secret. However, Castin is shamelessly obsessed with her belly and gets so excited and flustered when he feels like the baby/babies moving around, kicking and pushing into his hand. But he doesn't like it when others tries to touch her belly without PERMISSION, only the queen is allowed. No one else. Since Castin and the Baroness have vinyl player in their bedroom he plays any record they have to either slow dance with the baroness to soothe her mind or to calm the baby/babies by humming and talking to them.

MASSAGES! Just massages. Waddling around while being pregnant and still having to do work and act on duties not only as a wife but a image for the people, takes a HUGE toll on her feet and back. So what does Castin do, Spoil her rotten like always, anything to get her away from work and for to relax and read in a bath or on their bed almost immediately ready to fall asleep from soothing the pain and needles in her feet and ankles.

I had WAY to much fun with this. If I get more ideas for headcannons I will CONTINUOUSLY add more to this everyday until we get our audio, NOW Let me get back to work on this Warren one shot before I go to bed🏃🏾

#desmond asmr #desmond asmr castin #Baroness desmond asmr #Blancorambles🖤

[g0dspeeed]

5 Songs, 3 Outfits

Tagged by @carlosoliveiraa 💕 Thank you, this was so fun!

RULES: Post 5 songs associated with your OC(s), followed by 3 outfits they would wear.

The Storm by Bronze Radio Return

"She is the storm and the calm that proceeds. The howling wind and the still air in-between"

Blame Brett by The Beaches

"That's why I won't get vulnerable Don't you dare get comfortable Heartbreak is impossible Feelings doing somersaults I'm not ready for therapy To take accountability Right now it's about me Me and only 'bout me"

Damn (Unstuck) by Vox Rea

"Damn, it's all in my hands Bottle of gin and a cigarette Oh man, don't you think about lighting up? Damn, forgot all my plans Dangerous dance on quicksand Oh man, don't you think about giving up?"

King by Florence and The Machine

"I need my golden crown of sorrow My bloody sword to swing My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king"

All About Me by Lilyisthatyou

"I don't give a damn if you're not at ease This is not about you, it's all about me Swallow your pride, fuck off and die This is not about you, it's all about me"

Girl just wants to be cozy fr

Free Animal by Foreign Air

"You get what you came for, what you stayed for I only know how to satisfy your craving This is what you crave Know what you're made of, what you're made of Flesh and bones won't lie They won't lie"

Waiting For The End by Linkin Park

"I know what it takes to move on I know how it feels to lie All I wanna do is trade this life for something new Holding on to what I haven't got"

WAM by A$AP Ferg

"Man, I got all the flavor, bitches say I'm delicious I'ma have all you motherfuckers laying in ditches I'ma kill all you rappers, I'ma aim with precision They was rocking with your ass 'til they made a decision All my friends making millions 'cause they knowin' my vision A lot of entertainers crash, I can see the collision Destined to make the money, I was great at division I'm finna take all your food and I'ma eat up the dishes"

Build Me Up by Reaubeau, Elle Hollis

"Something's coming, I wanna be Everything I thought that I could never be Build me up, piece by piece Figure out on my own the parts that made me"

Meet Me In The Woods by Lord Huron

"I have seen what the darkness does Say goodbye to who I was I ain't never been away so long Don't look back, them days are gone Follow me into the endless night I can bring your fears to life Show me yours and I'll show you mine Meet me in the woods tonight"

Country boy aesthetic ✨

Tagging @noodlecupcakes , @simplegenius042 , @voidika , @v0idbuggy , @direwombat , @socially-awkward-skeleton , @cassietrn , @ivymarquis , @ladyoriza , @la-grosse-patate , @nightbloodbix , @strangefable , @inafieldofdaisies , @shallow-gravy , @onehornedbeast , @henbased , @josephseedismyfather & else who wants to try!

#oc: cappie de la costa #oc: river palmer

[earlgreytea68]

We have begun making prime rib for the past few Christmases. Last Christmas we bought too big a prime rib and froze half of it. My mother wanted to make sure we ate the prime rib because she was worried it had been frozen for too long, so we had Christmas in July today, and let me tell you, it was the BEST prime rib I have ever made. I think I have perfected the making of prime rib (at least with my oven). So, in case you are interested, here's the recipe I use:

Remove prime rib three hours before cooking.

Sprinkle with two teaspoons salt all over and let sit.

Preheat oven to 500.

Pat prime rib dry with paper towels.

Rub prime rib all over with a combination of ½ tablespoon salt and ½ tablespoon pepper. (Garlic upsets my stomach so I don't do this but you can slice slits and insert garlic at this stage.)

Place prime rib in the roasting pan fat side up.

Bake for 15 minutes.

Without opening the oven door, reduce temperature to 325 degrees.

Bake 13 minutes per pound. (I am very precise here.)

Check to make sure the roast is at least in the 120-130 range (mine always is). Remove from the oven, cover with tin foil, and let sit 15 minutes.

My roast is a fairly well done roast. We have a lot of members of our family who won't eat that looks too rare. So if you love rare meat, maybe tweak the minutes per pound down a bit. But this works for us because this way the slices at the end are very well done while the slices in the middle are redder and so you get a range of done-ness.

Also, the drippings make the BEST gravy. We always pour the juices that seep out during the resting period into the gravy as well and it is honestly just a mind-blowingly good gravy.

#food #recipes #cooking #meat

[atlasscrumpit]

Miguel O'Hara x Reader

You were pressed up against a wall as your husband kissed your neck.

"Had me worried sick." He muttered as he gripped your hips.

"I just went to go get some groceries, Miguel." You grumbled as he reached up and wrapped his hand around your throat.

"And I didn't say you could, did I?" He asked as you rolled your eyes, this would be over soon you just had to play along.

"No, I'm sorry that I did." You grumbled as he squeezed your throat tighter.

"I don't like your fucking tone. Now apologise properly." He threatened as you sighed and he slowly let go of your throat.

"I'm sorry I left without your permission, love. It won't happen again." You whispered as he smiled and kissed your neck again.

"Good girl. It's not that hard is it? You just have to be a good wife for me and I'll treat you well, isn't that right? Now, go make some dinner." He said backing away and sitting on the couch as you sighed.

You went to the kitchen and started cooking some dinner, you paused for a second and stared at the gravy mix.

You didn't like gravy...but he did.

You went to the bathroom and grabbed his sleeping pills, you went back and crushed them up, mixing them into the gravy.

You poured it over his steak before setting the table.

You sat across from him and watched him eat the meal, waiting for the pills to kick in.

After an hour he stood up to go to the bathroom and collapsed onto the floor, completely unconscious.

You grabbed him by the collar and started dragging him into the guest bedroom.

You got his phone (since he didn't allow you to have one) and dialled a number you had memorised a long time ago.

"The fuck is this?" The voice came in as you stared at your unconscious husband.

"I need someone to go missing, it's Y/N." You grumbled as the line went silent for a while.

"Finally killed that husband, aye?" He replied as you rolled your eyes.

"I'm going to go stay at a hotel, I'll leave the apartment door open. Make it look like a robbery and murder." You grumbled before hanging up the phone and crushing it under your foot.

You stared at the unconscious body.

"Sorry, babe. Couldn't take it any longer." You grumbled before going to your room and starting to pack a bag to stay in a hotel.

--

You sighed and fell onto the hotel bed, your body relaxing as if nothing had happened.

"You killed him, didn't you?" You heard a voice asked as you sighed and sat up, staring at your reflection that looked at you sadly.

"He beat you every night and never cared about you, of course I killed him." You growled as your reflection began to cry.

"That doesn't give you the right to kill him!" She screamed back at you as you rolled your eyes and laid back down.

"You'll thank me later."

--

"The body was never found?"

"No, it only happened a few hours ago. You can come back as if nothing happened."

"Take me there, Lyla."

--

You were walking along the streets when you bumped into someone.

"What where you're fucking..."

You paused and stared them dead in the eyes.

"There you are! I was looking for you." Miguel said with a smile as you stared at him.

You looked around before grabbing him and throwing him to the floor in an alleyway.

You jumped on top of him and grabbed the knife from your boot, pressing it to his throat.

"What the fuck are you doing here? You're supposed to be fucking dead!" You screamed as he looked at you in fear.

"Baby, it's okay. It's me... Just calm down please." He whispered as you glared at him.

"They were supposed to kill you! How did you survive!" You screamed, threatening him with the blade. 

"You sent them to kill me?" He asked as you chuckled dryly.

"Yes, and apparently they didn't do a good job!" You said before he threw you off him and pinned you against the wall, your back facing him.

"How could you murder your own husband! You're nothing like my Y/N!" He screamed, pinning you harder against the wall.

"How could I murder him? Very fucking easily! He's...you're a piece of shit, now explain what the fuck is happening!" You screamed back at him as he let you go and backed away.

"I'll explain everything if you don't fucking stab me." He said with his hand up as you put your knife back in your boot.

"I'm not from here... I come from somewhere else where you died... I came here because I knew your Miguel died and I wanted to take his place. But... You were the one to kill him." He explained as you groaned and rubbed your head.

"I just wanted a fucking coffee... Now I'm dealing with alternate realities?" You grumbled as Miguel looked at you with concern.

"You're so different from her..." He muttered as you rolled your eyes again.

"Yeah, that happens with alternate realities. Did your Y/N grow up being abused and develop a personality disorder? Didn't think so. Now fuck off to another universe I don't need another Miguel." You growled begining to walk away before he grabbed your wrist.

"Why did you kill him!" He shouted as you quickly grabbed your knife again and put it against his throat.

"Because he treated us like shit! You know we weren't allowed a phone? We weren't allowed to leave without him, we had to cook him dinner every night and have sex even if we didn't want to! That's why I fucking killed him, I protect us, I've been doing it since I was fucking three." You growled before backing away.

"Now fuck off to another universe and leave me in peace knowing I never have to see your fucking face again." You warned, securing your knife again.

"Y/N, please..." He begged as you chuckled softly.

"Either you fuck off or I slit your throat, that'll be a pretty good record. Killing two Miguel's." You wanted as he sighed.

"Fine, I don't want you anyway. My Y/N wasn't damaged like you." He grumbled before you grabbed your knife and threw it towards him before he disappeared.

"Fucking bitch." You grumbled before walking away, finally getting a coffee.

#Violence #Abuse #Miguel o'hara #Miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099

[skoople]

astronaut food

i've been meaning to outline the eating habits of the main wolf 359 characters. specifically, what do they eat and drink, what do they enjoy, what are their kitchen sins, how do they eat, and why. this is going to be a combination of canon, implications, and my personal read on them. let's get right into it:

DR. ALEXANDER HILBERT

his view on eating is utilitarian to the point of reddit-ness, and he'll often go without meals to get something done or to prove a point (see: Succulent Rat-Killing Tar, What's Up Doc). his palate is a very "get what you can out of whatever you can" approach without considering much in the way of taste or texture (seaweed coffee is his invention). HOWEVER! hilbert has one prized treat that is his achilles heel/autism samefood: Pecan Pie (see: Mission Mishaps Cold Turkey). i think it's got a unique texture, and a comforting smell that meshes with his suppressed desire for family and safety well.

kitchen sin: he regards the human need and desire for food as both frivolous and an unfortunate necessity.

LIEUTENANT RENÉE MINKOWSKI

she definitely enjoys fruit, or she wouldn't've cryogenically sealed a Braeburn apple (which are excellent for baking or dehydrating, btw) and brought it to space (see: What's Up Doc). she's also a planning type, and i think an efficient and tasty meal that involves the preparation and presentation of a fancy yogurt bowl is a favorite of hers and a dietary staple. minkowski is highly conscious of table manners, although that slacks a bit on the hephaestus, because she's eating across the table from hilbert and eiffel, for god's sake. still, clean and organized is her food philosophy. she owns possibly the only tupperware collection on the planet that includes every matching lid. the wine has almost no canon basis, and is mostly just a nod to voice actor Emma Shierr-Ziarko's own love and knowledge of wines.

kitchen sin: she thinks a clif bar counts as a real dinner if it's a weeknight.

CAPTAIN ISABEL LOVELACE

lovelace's favorite food is appetizers for the whole table, a team pizza party, a big awesome-smelling potluck, or anything meant to be shared. for her, eating is a casual and (more importantly) a communal activity. the social engagement from a loud brunch will nourish her just as much as the food does. besides that, i think she likes chocolate with nuts in it (e.g. snickers, chocolate covered almonds, rocky road ice cream, etc), but one of her favorite desserts is probably a strawberry milkshake. maybe it's a way to make up for all the protein shakes and high-efficiency smoothies (that taste like wet cement) she has to chug on account of the intense way she lives and works.

kitchen sin: she is a vulture if anyone else is cooking or eating. "you gonna eat that?" and picking off searing hot pans and baking sheets. she's really just curious but she never asks until its already burning her mouth.

COLONEL WARREN KEPLER

ok, the drink is a given. it's even on his official wolf 359 store merchandise. he likes the feel of it in his hand. but what does kepler eat? when does he eat? in private, obviously. his job is an exercise in restraint and perception, and he is his job (see: A Matter of Perspective). monsters under the bed don't need to eat, and they certainly won't be that vulnerable in front of a superior. but he's still a person, so i struggled a lot trying to figure out what he would crave. fish tacos, biscuits and gravy, and a loaded chicago hot dog were all floated, but the only meal i could picture kepler ordering where anyone could see him was lamb with mint sauce. it's expensive, recognizable, difficult to cook exactly right, and almost bloody.

kitchen sin: he will go out of his way to make you feel bad about what you're eating no matter what it actually is. he doesn't even have to say anything, he'll just glance at you or shift his posture slightly.

DANIEL JACOBI

this is a guy who loves to snack (see: Time To Kill. pringles: popped). he likes crunchy, salty snacks a lot, but it's more about the activity than the taste. that doesn't stop him from ritualistically complaining (see: Mission Mishaps No Complaints). he takes his time eating, but he doesn't pay much attention to it, which is why the longevity of a slushy is a favorite of his. jacobi lives off road snacks, but will find a way to complain about the points of a michelin star. he just likes bitching! the stinky cheese (see: Need To Know) pictured is a baked Camembert, because it's my post and i get to pick the cheese. Camembert is one of my personal favorites, but it can be fairly pricy and is a pain to clean up, which doesn't matter to jacobi (goddard company credit card please!)

kitchen sin: he spends an excruciatingly long time on any meal to the point where, if he had his way, they'd bleed into each other by taking an average of one bite every 15 minutes.

DR. ALANA MAXWELL

the drink pictured is a rockstar energy, but whatever legal(ish) stimulants can get inside her body the most effectively is maxwell's favorite. she eats a lot of takeout (see: Mission Mishaps Happy Holidays) because it's quick when she forgets to eat all day and it's tasty and she has the pay grade for it. she grew up in a tiny nowhere town that was in all likelihood at least partially a food desert, and her family dinner table warranted a restraining order, so i think in her adult life she tries to get as far away from that as possible. this often manifests in trying all the outlandishly spicy things she can get her greasy mitts on, because she is both inquisitive and masochistic. fuego takis are pictured because theyre a staple snack that jacobi will buy for her if she promises to share (she's lying and will eat the whole bag)

kitchen sin: she allows the nearly-empty cans, bottles, bowls, and bags to sit out and fester. once every 2 weeks she sets a timer and rushes through dumping it all into a giant black trash bag so that she doesn't get an infestation of ants again.

OFFICER DOUGLAS F. EIFFEL

and the "F" stands for food! eiffel definitely spends the most time talking about food. he's hungry! since his eating habits are so prominent in the show, i figured a compilation of his food and drink moments in canon would work a little bit better than my own personal extrapolation. excerpts from Limbo and Boléro were omitted.

kitchen sin: while some people might argue that pineapple on pizza belongs in this spot, i am not so judgemental. i just want him to eat from dishes that aren't visibly dirty.

HERA

[insert byte joke]

kitchen sin: she doesn't have a mouth.

#wolf 359 #w359 #long post #food #disordered eating mention #alcohol

[theyareweird]

Frankie Stein's Home Ick by Ms. Kindergrubber Survival Guide

Flyleaf

Frankie's comment (blue pen):

Hey everybody! If you haven't taken this class yet, I'm going to give you everything you need to know to survive Home Ick with Ms. Kindergrubber. If you follow my advice, you'll never fall apart in class.

Class Overview

Home Ick introduces students to an amazing world of practical skills and concepts that will continue to haunt them for the rest of their unlives. This class will cover but is not limited to the following subjects:

Basic potions, concoctions and mixtures

Proper use and care of cauldrons and ovens

Practical stitching and sewing techniques —Fave!

Issues and careers in Home Ick and the mad food sciences

Monster biology and food choices

Many monsters that haven't taken Home Ick believe that it is an easy class. That could not be further from the truth! Ms. Kindergrubber loves, loves, loves this subject, and she'll expect you to love it as much as she does. If you think you can just drive-through and order up an "A," you'll be in trouble, and that's why I'm here to help.

Lecture

The instructor will explain the techniques necessary to completing the student's weekly assignments.

Basically Ms. K. shows us how to do something and we're expected to do it the same way… the exact same way.

Tests

Both written and practical exams will be used as a measuring tool to assess a student's comprehension of the presented information.

Ms. K. likes to use her recipes as tests to make sure you take good notes when she gives out the recipe during lecture cause she makes you taste test everything! Spectra added too much frog hair to a recipe we were being tested on and it made her smell like burnt popcorn wrapped in spoiled cabbage.

Yuck.

Supplies

Notebook and pen

Apron —If you don't bring your own apron Ms. K. has box of loaners and they are totally nasty.

Hairnet —(There is no way to look fashionable in a hair net… I'm sorry it just cannot be done.)

Fireproof oven mitts

Thimble

Other Things You Need To Know

–On the day you make dragon butter, make sure you don't eat before you come to class. Just trust me on this.

–Prepare for broken nails, head-to-toe soot, and a week of lectures on oven safety. Oh, and don't ever ask Ms. K. to check if your oven is hot enough. Totally freaks her out for some reason.

–If you think this is just a class for the ghouls, you'd be dead wrong. Deuce was in my class, and he was a total rock star when it came to the cooking part of the class. His recipes were the only ones that Ms. K. would actually try herself. She made the rest of us try them out on each other. Deuce tried to say he just got lucky, but I don't believe it. Besides that, there are usually four times as many ghouls as guys… just saying.

–You'll get to spend a week in the creepateria helping to prepare and serve food. It's a shockingly difficult job, especially when you think about having to come up with meals that appeal to as many different monsters as possible. That's the reason all the choices are either gravy brown or slightly gray. They have a little bit of everything thrown in them, so there'll be at least one taste that's familiar to every monster. On the last day you work in the creepateria, the lurch ladies make their specialties just for the class, and they can really cook! Plus after having to ladle a mile in their hairnets makes you a lot less likely to complain about the food in the creepateria.

–Do not use Draculaura as an example of a monster that doesn't eat what they're "supposed" to. It makes Ms. K. cranky, and I think she keeps a dirty cauldron set aside just for monsters that bring this up.

–Every monster has to do a class project for the Home Ick open cottage. That's when parents and other students get to come in and check out all our mad skills. You won't be shocked to know that I chose a sewing project. I even know some knots that Ms. K. doesn't, and I got extra credit for demonstrating them to the class. You probably don't want to choose the life-size gingerbread house as your project, though, because, for some reason, Ms. K. is really, really picky about how it needs to be done.

Hope this info charges you up for the class.

Love, Frankie

Sewing 101

Dress pattern

Back Front

1. Cut out 2 in any fabric of your choice. Lay flat sew 3/8" in from edge up back seam inside out.

2. Cut out 1 in any fabric of your choice. Sew onto back piece 3/8" from edge inside out. Turn right inside out. Add snap.

Faculty

Ms. Kindergrubber began her career in the Home Ick sciences when it was just a cottage industry. Eventually though, so many students found themselves on the path to her sweet little place in the country that she found herself pushed into teaching. She has authored several cookbooks and her Black Forest cake is simply to die for. —YUMMM!!!!

You should know that Ms. K. does not see very well but she hears everything and her nose is better than Clawdeen's on a full moon.

#monster high #frankie stein #article #home ick #mash-up #simulacrum #frankenmonster #nonbinary #queer #lgbtq+ #generation 1

[blissfulalchemist]

Which Hozier Song is Your OC

Hello I have come back from the abyss to of course do this uquiz. Thank you @corvosattano for tagging me. I tried to do as many ocs as I could manage (it ended up being 12 so my bad) and then included a lyric that I felt related to the oc(s) so apologies for the length. Sending tags out to @belorage @florbelles @unholymilf @adelaidedrubman @heroofpenamstan @confidentandgood @strafethesesinners @deputyash @leviiackrman @jackiesarch @shallow-gravy @shellibisshe and uh anyone else that wants to!

Anthea (ffxiv/bg3)

Wasteland, Baby! it's the end of the world, but the beginning of something that will outlive us all. you might like my tag #growing through solastalgia on tumblr. just because the world is falling apart doesn't mean we can't find peace.

"And the day that we'll watch the death of the sun/That the cloud and the cold and those jeans you have on/Then you'll gaze unafraid as they sob from the city roofs"

Catlina Rojas, Carly (fc5, bloodlines/ffxiv)

NFWMB oh, it is a privilege to be loved by you. you'd break the world for the person you love. we all want a love like that, i think. we all want such utter devotion. save it for someone who deserves it, though, because not everyone does.

"If I was born as a blackthorn tree/I'd wanna be felled by you/Held by you/Fuel the pyre of your enemies"

Siberite Akagane (ffxiv)

Abstract (Psychopomp) i mean, the world is so broken. and yet it's so beautiful it makes you want to cry. what can you even do with a feeling like this?

"Darling, there's a part of me/I'm afraid will always be/Trapped within an abstract from a moment of my life/The weeds up through the concrete/The traffic picking up speed/All my love and terror/Balanced there between those eyes"

Demos Reyes, Conner Enache (ffxiv, bloodlines/ffxiv)

Would That I morning dew, shifting grass, foxglove growing by an old fence post. woods, thick and old. and then: the joyful spark of a flame. i hope you get to lie down in a dewy field sometime soon.

"True that I saw her hair like the branch of a tree/A willow dancing on air before covering me/Under cotton and calicoes/Over canopy dapple long ago"

Sahar Mahin (m*rvel)

Francesca "i would do it again." honestly this song changed my life. i hope the people you love are worth suffering for.

"Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah/If I could hold you for a minute/Darling, I'd go through it again, ah, ah/I would still be surprised I could find you, darling/In any life"

Stasia (bloodlines/ffxiv)

Eat Your Young you have strong feelings about the state of the world. i like your passion. plus, you know how to boogie to songs that would disturb your grandma if she listened to the lyrics too closely, which is always a plus. is cannibalism a red flag?

"Honey, I'm making sure the table's made/We can celebrate the good that we've done/I won't lie, if there's something still to take/There is ground to break, whatever's still to come"

Azatae (dnd/bg3)

It Will Come Back why is it so hard to stay away? you might have a tendency to get addicted. and it makes sense. if you've always been starving, then any scraps look like a feast. but you really do deserve better than this. i hope you treat yourself with kindness.

"I know who I am when I'm alone/I'm something else when I see you/You don't understand, you should never know/How easy you are to need"

HK (dnd/bg3)

Work Song i wrote a poem about this one once! devotion and the way it crushes you. the way it saves you. sometimes the only thing that can save your life is having someone to live for. and sometimes when you've found that person you would do impossible things to stay by their side. i like the way no grave can hold your body down. it's neat.

"I didn't care much how long I lived/But I swear I thought I dreamed her/She never asked me once about the wrong I did"

Chance Ruicknar (fc5)

From Eden you might like the game slither.io. also, you're a bop. have you seen Good Omens? there's this snake demon you might really enjoy.

"Babe/There's something lonesome about you/Something so wholesome about you/Get closer to me/No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony/No 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me"

Lizette Rojas (fc5)

In a Week have you ever thought about the fact that you have to kill other things in order to keep yourself alive? whether plant, animal, bacteria, or fungus, you're always killing things in order to eat. and in return, when you die, they'll get to eat you. the feast has begun.

"I have never known peace/Like the damp grass that yields to me/I have never known hunger/Like these insects that feast on me/A thousand teeth/And yours among them, I know"

#head still buzzing from seeing him live just a week ago so i am just !!!!! #but anyway the kids got some good good government assigned hozier songs #Shout out to Cat and Carly getting the same result so proud of soft tiny girl #Liz is interesting but you know what considering what could have happened if mom and dad hadn't shown up.....its fair #every time thea gets something about the end of the world i just :'))) because wow that really impacted you didnt it baby girl #tag games

[contentment-of-cats]

Just give me the coffee, I will do the rest.

Loki is settling in. Mostly, he wants to eat and sleep. The few times I have let him out of the Borg Cube, he's been out for 10 minutes, gets overstimulated, and runs back to his Safe Place. Right now he is learning how to play with toys, and loves his scratching posts and pads. He's been through so much. I have asked that the ex get a visit from his karma.

Unpleasant Subject Ahead

Another thing that this whole thing has driven home is how important it is to get your affairs in order - even if you don't have cancer. Loki's mom was getting a divorce and fell so ill so fast that she was unable to make her own medical decisions within days of admission. Even if you are getting a divorce, even with an actual protective order, your spouse is still the legal default person to make decisions for you. They are your legal heir. If you don't have a legal spouse (marriage certificate), it's your adult children, if you have no kids then your parents make those decisions even if you're a legal adult. If you have no immediate family, then your extended family gets called in.

Power of attorney legal and medical

Will for personal property

Living trust for investments and real estate

Medical orders (supersede those of the POA) such as Do Not Resuscitate

A health care directive like this one.

It's hard to think about, but when your surviving extended family is a mess (like mine) you want these things in order. Hell, have them notarized so that a judge can look at the plaintiff and say, "What the hell is the matter with you?"

Golden Treadmill

I'm strapping myself in with another 'write to spec' contract. Yep, it's more porn. I negotiated for one every six weeks from February to November. I need to visit Amazon and stock up on barf bags and brain bleach. I did say that I won't write noncon or (yes, this is a thing) racist tropes. It's hard for me to write hardcore body horror. I might be writing horrible porn in order to pay off my medical bills that makes my pussy slam shut like an angry clam, but I have standards. That being said, the editor delivered the advance to my freelance bank account and the outline to my inbox.

Whoo boy.

In my defense, I did not know that 'monster fucking' was commercially viable.

Cat in the Kitchen

Rediscovering food has been a wonder. As promised, my rearranged innards make it trial and error, but the errors seem to be self-correcting. Gut flora does come back, but I have not been brave enough to venture into my spicy Indian, Chinese, and Mexican foods.

I've been making casseroles/hotdish because they freeze well and sometimes the fatigue renders me incapable of anything other than pushing a button.

For casseroles/hotdish you need:

Vegetables: Frozen works fine. Canned is saltier, so if you go canned use 'less salt' brands. If you are using mushrooms, frozen, fresh or dried is best. I find canned mushrooms have a very weird metallic taste.

Starch: Potatoes, rice, pasta/noodles, bread. Yes, tater tots count.

Protein: Can be vegetable protein, beans, canned tuna or salmon, or meat. Smoked salmon is delicious in casseroles and soup, so I go to my local deli on Friday to get lox ends and trimmings.

Sauce: Canned soups (cream of ____), jarred or canned pasta sauce, or packaged cooking sauces and gravies.

Topping: Cornflakes, tater tots, cheese, potato chips, stuffing, etc.

Flavor: Dried herbs, onion and celery, garlic, spices.

Slowcooker meals are great, too, and follow the same rules as casseroles/hotdish. But my favorite caserole dish is my Gran's Lancashire hotpot - lamb neck chops, potatoes, onions, and more sliced potatoes on top for a crispy lid.

Back to work.

#life in general #cats #writing #food #legal health stuff

[songbirdstew]

Help, she's adorable

Royal's brick costume became Glitch's new favorite hidey hole today.

She continues to have and to cause problems.

I put her fancy litter into her regular box -- I had switched to her a standard low-walled tray while her cystitis was at its worst. Her regular box is clear plastic with high walls. The idea is she gets a nice, doublethick layer of litter to bury her mess AND it keeps all the litter inside. This worked great with the pine pellet litter, buuuuuut she's still getting the sandy litter all over the fucking place. EW.

She has decided she no longer likes the one wet food she was liking. She'll drink the gravy, and if we add water to it, she'll drink that. But she won't eat the fishy morsels now. She just wants the cronchy kibble. So I think I'll try one of the urinary health kibbles for her. She and Charlie both skipped their Get Along Pill Kitty Valium Composure Chews yesterday, but they both ate it today. The shrugs and headaches are free!

She's definitely having a hard time again, poor kitty. The good thing is she's actually drinking water as I type. The vet suggested a fountain, but we have to really think about where we would place it. Our floorplan was not drawn with any kind of reasonable functionality in mind, so every piece of furniture or anything just becomes a new obstacle.

#it was the 70s. maybe they only had beanbags & just went out to King's Table every night #hug your kitties and slap an architect today

[nat-seal-well]

💥 Collision, 🥞 Pancake, 🌹 Rose and 👑 Crown for each Marin and Elena, if you please!

Collision: what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

Marin: They have the hardest time with anger. It's something they never were able to learn how to deal with, especially without Rebecca around most of the time when they were a kid. Now they just try to swallow it down as best they can because every time they try to express it, it makes situations worse.

Elena: Fear. It makes her feel weak and like she can't do anything, and she hates that. Especially when she's surrounded by a group of vampires who are already physically capable of so much more than she is. Whenever something frightens her, she tries to hide it with humor. It's easy to mask a lot with jokes and laughter.

Pancake: what is their comfort breakfast?

Marin: Funnily enough, it's pancakes, haha! They used to make them often growing up, because it was easy and they keep in the fridge for a while. Marin would make plain ones and then eat them as leftovers for days. Now that they're older, they hate making them, but it's what they order a lot whenever they go out. They always get the specialty kinds, like the ones topped with a caramel sauce, or full of white and milk chocolate chips.

Elena: If she's been down or hasn't been feeling well, she goes for breakfast burritos. Diced potatoes, scrambled eggs, melted cheese, and waaay too much white gravy--that's her go-to. Ava will sit there and watch her devour them in record time. It's an impressive feat. She always gets it from the same little local restaurant that's downtown, because she used to spend hours there when she was in high school.

Rose: do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?

Marin: They don't think much of it, for the most part. It's just another day. They've never been confessed to, but they have confessed to others: Nat, of course, but before that, it was Bobby. It was very one-sided with Bobby and even though they got together afterward, she never actually said it back.

Elena: She loves Valentine's Day! To her, it's an excuse to buy little gifts for all the people she cares about. (UB is no exception. They all get little teddy bears and a rose.) When she was in high school, she had a crush on a girl who liked her back. The other girl confessed first. They were sort-of dating for the last bit of their senior year and never officially broke up, but they drifted apart after graduation. Bobby confessed, but only when Elena was finally ending things with her in college.

Crown: what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

(This is will probably be more somber than it was probably supposed to be, lol.)

Marin: They don't want to be remembered by much. Death terrifies them more than anything, but they also see it as something that is a part of life. It's how things are supposed to be. Everyone is born, and then eventually, everyone dies. It doesn't feel right to try to escape that, even though they're so afraid of it. They'd like to die still human. It won't matter what they're remembered as once they're gone, because they won't be around anymore to care, but they think it would be nice to remembered simply as someone who loved and was loved in return. That's the most that anyone can really ask for, in the end.

Elena: She looked up to Rebecca a lot when she was a child, and that never faded as she grew up. The two of them are close, and Elena followed in her footsteps as much as she could. The Agency was an enigma to her, and Rebecca never wanted her involved with them in the first place. (Of course, that was before Murphy.) In the end, that's was why she wound up becoming a detective instead. It was the closest she could get without breaking her mother's heart. She'd be willing to be turned, so--no death. But she'd still have to leave eventually. Can't hang around immortal and young forever, especially in a small town like Wayhaven, right? When she finally does have to leave her hometown, she'd like to be remembered as someone who loved their little community, and who cared to do the best she could to keep them safe.

Thank you so much for this ask, friend!! I hope you're having a good day. Sorry for making the last one sad, hahaha <33

#sealy answers #crownleys #ask game #oc: marin #oc: elena

[tryingtograspctrl]

CHANGE MY WAYS: RONNIE MATHIS X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER

SUMMARY: Unique takes ronnie to his old friend's house to keep him hidden, after a few weeks they get closer.

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

"Unique?!" You crushed him in a hug.

"Hey y/n it's good to see you." He cheesed showing off his grills.

"It's good to see you too, what brings you on this side of town?" You opened the door wider letting him and an unfamiliar face inside.

"Oh hey its nice to meet you." You smiled sweetly at the stranger.

He just looked at you and took a seat on the couch.

You frowned slightly but took a seat as well.

"I came to ask you for a favor, you know i hate asking you for things but you're the only one i could think of." Unique sighed.

"Hey after everything you've done for me nothing is too big, you saved my fucking life i got you, anything you need." You grabbed his hand.

"Can Ronnie lay low here, just for a little while until things die down on the streets?" He asked nervously.

"Wait Ronnie? this is your brother?" You looked at him in surprise.

"Yeah this him." He nodded.

"He in some kind of trouble?" You looked at the man who had his eyes focused on the tv.

"Honestly yeah, but he won't bring no shit your way and he won't cause you any problems i swear." Unique rambled.

"It's cool nique, i understand. He'll be safer over here anyways and he looks pretty strong so i'm sure if some shit pop off he can handle it. You know i've had my fair share of trouble myself so i won't turn away somebody who needs help especially somebody related to you." You smiled reassuringly patting his knee.

"Yo i really appreciate you." He stood kissing your cheek.

"Of course" You hugged him.

"Have you eaten anything?" You looked at Ronnie.

"Nah." He glanced up at you before quickly focusing back on the tv.

"I got some leftover steak and gravy with rice if you want some." You suggested.

He nodded his head rapidly and you just laughed going to the kitchen to heat up a plate.

"Careful that nigga will eat you out a house and home." Unique said swinging his keys by the front door. 

"That's ok i always make too much anyways, at least now i'll have somebody to eat it." You smiled.

You brought the plate over to him along with a soda to drink and he wasted no time digging in.

You watched happily as he ate the food, you loved to cook and feed people it made you smile to see someone enjoying something you made.

"There's more if you want." You giggled as he scraped the plate clean.

The next day

"I'm going to get groceries, anything specific you might want?" You grabbed your pen and pad making corrections to your list.

"Cheerios." Ronnie spoke from the couch.

"Got it, i'll be back in a little while. Didn't nique say he was coming by to drop your stuff off?" You grabbed your coat throwing it on before bending down to lace up your sneakers.

"Yeah.." He responded eyes trailing your back side.

"I think i'll make fried chicken, mac and cheese, cornbread, and greens for dinner tonight. I'm in the mood for a old school sunday dinner. That sound good to you?" You asked grabbing your purse.

"Mhm." He nodded his head stomach growling at the thought.

"See you later." You laughed.

Time skip

"This should be the last of your shit." Unique dropped a bag on the floor.

"Don't be throwing my stuff around nigga." Ronnie mugged him.

"Yeah yeah whatever. Look man lemme talk to you for a minute." Unique led them both to the couch.

"What?" Ronnie asked irritation lacing his features.

"I really love y/n like she my little sister real shit so please don't hurt her, she been through a lot and she sensitive." He spoke softly.

"She ain't never did shit to me so i got no reason to, you ain't gotta worry bout me nigga." He rolled his eyes at the younger male.

"Alright then, listen i got some shit to take care of i'll see you later." Unique stood making his way toward the door.

Ronnie watched him as he walked away, he had never been so protective over someone besides jerome, hell he didn't care that much about Penessa so y/n must've really meant a lot to him.

He decided to respect his brother's wishes and not do anything to hurt y/n not that he was going to anyways.

A few days later

You and Ronnie were laying around in the living room watching tv when the front door opened.

"Yo yo, anybody home? it's dark as hell in here." Unique flicked the lights on.

"Oh hey what you doing here?" You stood greeting him.

"I brought a lil friend you haven't seen in a minute." He smirked.

You looked around in confusion until little footsteps approached you.

"Tee tee." Jerome grabbed at your legs.

"He remembers me?" You looked at Unique tears filling your eyes.

"Of course how could i let him forget his auntie." Unique smiled.

"Hey little man, you wanna play with some toys? We got blocks, a train set, some play dough..." You spoke picking him up and taking him to your bedroom.

"Hey man we got a problem." Unique turned toward Ronnie once you were out of earshot.

"What problem?" Ronnie raised a brow.

"Julianna making a fucking mess, interrupting our shipments, taking out our men. I don't know what the fuck got her so bitter but the bitch taking all this shit too far." He spat.

"So take her ass out then." Ronnie spoke annoyed.

"It ain't that fucking easy, we can't just make a enemy outta her people. Look you made this mess so you gotta fix it." Unique stood again.

"Fuck you mean i made it?!" Ronnie got in his face.

"You fucked her a few times and left her high and dry. The bitch hurt and she ain't gone stop till we all dead, so fix it!" Unique shoved him backwards.

"Is everything ok y'all?" You furrowed your brows little Jerome on your hip playing with the blocks you gave him.

"Yeah." Unique fixed his jacket.

"You mind keeping him for the night? I got some things to take care of." He shot Ronnie a glare.

"Oh yeah no problem, we're gonna have so much fun." You squeezed the boy's cheeks.

"I'm going too." Ronnie put his shoes and jacket on.

"Oh… ok." You frowned not wanting him to leave.

"I'll be back later on tonight i promise." He melted slightly at the look on your face quickly recovering seeing Unique smirk looking between the two of you.

You nodded leading them to the door.

"You got something you wanna tell me?" Unique looked over at Ronnie as they got in the car.

"Fuck you mean?" He mugged him.

"I'll be back i promise." Unique mocked.

"You like her, you going soft nigga." Unique laughed.

"Just shut the fuck up and drive." He slapped him upside his head.

Let me know if y’all want part 2

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WIND MEETS THE ROM

Part 3 of 27

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© 2023 by Glen Ten-Eyck

Writing begun 06/01/18

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Black Lotus snickered, “Good. That means that those pastries that I cooked up for you won't be wasted! Lucky for you, your mouth, stomach and guts are not restricted.

“For now, let me carry you. We don't want to put any stress on those nerves and the inflamed muscles. Yet.”

In spite of her reservations, Wind was impressed by the versatility of the unicorn magic that she could see in use. Not only was she being held without apparent effort, Black Lotus was loading up a pair of plates and drawing two mugs of what looked like tea.

As soon as she was done loading up, she trotted over to a shady spot under a broadly branched tree and set everything out, including Wind. She had even put a picnic cloth under it all.

Black Lotus busied herself, putting Wind's plate into easy reach and giving her a big mug of the tea.

Wind watched it all and felt the soft cocoon of magic slowly dissolve. She pointed out, “Mama Dragon didn't say anything about my wounds being too deep. They were mostly in the abdomen wall, though they did cut up those muscles pretty badly. Did she miss something?”

Black Lotus pointed with her horn to Wind's plate. “Eat up. You are right about the claw and fang wounds. A manticore's tail has a poison stinger that is pretty long. Lucky for you, it had a good hunt pretty recently, so it was out of venom. It hit you with the tail once. That puncture did go through into your gut but didn't do much damage at all. Mama Dragon fixed the small hole near perfectly. However, that is where the inflammation started. The nerves involved are pretty close to the surface and go around your abdomen to your spine. That is why they got cut by the claws.”

Wind chewed and swallowed her bite of meat pie before answering, “Um, Mama Dragon did send some medicines with me. Maybe you should look them over.”

Black Lotus had settled herself in the soft grass a and was nibbling around the edges of a largish iced pastry. She had a big mug of tea held in her magic. She took a leisurely sip and swallowed before answering, “That would be a good idea. We know good medicines for equines of all sorts and goats really well. We are pretty good at wolves and some other carnivores too. Not too experienced with cats and otters. I would bet that your Mama Dragon has a lot of experience in what works on you.”

Wind replied defensively, laying her ears back, “What would you know about that?”

Black Lotus tilted her head and batted her long eyelashes at Wind as she retorted, “Only that you have got to be as old as you are and will still attack a manticore without armor or a good heavy crossbow. Both would have been useful in that encounter. That speaks of really good medical care being available to take care of little boo-boos.”

Somewhat taken aback, Wind changed the topic while shifting her position to hide some of her other scars, “I think that I like the bunny pastie best, though the trout one would be great with some seasoning. How do you make gravy like these have?”

Black Lotus gave a mischievous glance and nickered, “Sheer skill, that and thickening with Ka'chek flour.”

More seriously she went on, “That last part, while true, is also a secret that we don't share. It is one of the things that make Rom cooking and baking in high demand at markets and fairs.”

Wind nodded thoughtfully. “I was indirectly told that you Rom were sort of isolated from pony society. Why not find a place to settle down and fit in?”

She could tell from the slightly shocked look on Black Lotus' face that she had accidentally hit a nerve.

“We couldn't do that! If we did, who would lay the stones on the lakes of our loved dead?” Far more softly, Black Lotus added, “Besides, if we settled somewhere, Dad might decide to leave us and go back to the Lake of Paradise. What would we do then? Who would watch over us? We would have to stop being Rom. We would just be, … ponies.”

Seeking a safer topic, Wind asked, “How come your horn is straight? I noticed that a lot of the others in the band have curved horns, like your mother.”

Black Lotus nodded, “You have sharp eyes. If any Rom has a horn, they are descended from Dad, our Ghost Who Guides. A straight horn like mine means that I am his direct filly. My foals will have a slight curve and theirs will have more. Our horns stop curving around four generations away from dad.”

Wind's forehead wrinkled in thought while she chewed another bite of excellent rabbit pastie. “You weren't kidding just now, were you? I mean about Marchhare being a ghost. I just realized that when we first met, he wasn't casting any shadow. Later, after you reminded him, he did have a shadow but he wasn't leaving any hoof prints. How can a ghost have . . . um, foals like you?”

Black Lotus grinned and asked in return, “What? Didn't your Mama Dragon teach you about that? Yes. Dad is a ghost, for real. Don't try to tell him that, though. He is as much here as he wants or needs to be.

“He still insists that he did not die on the desert of Celestia's Anvil while saving our ancestors, eight hundred years ago. He just took a nap. Caught up to the rest of the group after he was rested up.

“Some nap. Three days later, he caught up to our ancestors, the cast off slaves that he gave his life to save. He looked then, like he looks now. Instead of starved and dying of thirst like when he laid down in the shade of that rock ledge where his bones still are, he was plump and well fed. He guided us through the tricky mountain pass to Equestria and has guided us all ever since.”

Wind cocked her head skeptically. “Really? How do you know that he actually died on that desert?”

Black Lotus quietly wept a few tears while answering, “Because Hoof Dancer and I just came back across the mountains a few days back, up at Wayside 15. We pretended that we were gathering the rare yellow yew root bark that grows up in the pass. Actually, we went on across. We took him a fresh pot of water from the spring of Sha Ja Shehan and fresh browse from its banks. We left them by his bones and laid the stones for him.

“He did not just die and come back for us. He turned his back on the Lake of Paradise and all that goes with it to keep his promise to guide some cast off slaves. He is still keeping that promise.”

Wind nodded slowly while chewing another bite of the rabbit meat pie. “I can see how doing something like that might lead you to believe that he died there, all right. Especially since you have a dad that you have to remind about little things like casting a shadow or leaving hoof prints.”

It was obvious that Black Lotus caught Wind's sarcasm as well as actual observations of her dad's . . . umm, unique ways.

Several of the band's foals came over and spoke to Black Lotus in that almost musical language of theirs. She nodded to them and returned a short sentence. They curtsied to her and trotted off.

Wind saw them talking to old Marchhare. Soon the foals and the pegassi were deep into lessons of some sort.

Wind's eyebrows rose as the foals opened their books, flipping them up. They appeared to be bound across the top, rather than the side. The lesson was being given by the red roan mare that Wind had seen earlier. Watching the younger foals read, keeping their place by shifting little hooves let Wind realize that the writing went from the right margin to the left.

She turned to see Black Lotus regarding her intently. When she had eye contact she smiled and observed, “We write differently than ponies, too. I see that you noticed it. Rose is a really good teacher for reading and writing.

She has a wonderful heart. The Skydancers are so lucky that she was there to take them in after their parents were murdered. She adopted them and is raising them as her own. She has them almost ready to do their first public performance since it happened. Mom, that's Hoof Dancer, and I have been helping them too.”

Wind nodded thoughtfully as she replied, “I saw that when they did their dance today. I couldn't see any problem in the dance. I wondered where their parents were. So the red roan mare is Rose? Doesn't she find it difficult to raise foals that can fly?”

Black Lotus smiled softly, shaking her head in negation, “Not in the least. They are the finest family that Rose could ask for.”

Terminating a potentially unpleasant conversation, she asked, “May I examine the medication that your Mama Dragon sent with you?”

Wind shrugged off the fairly small and ordinary looking bag with its shoulder strap. Setting it on the ground, she opened the tie and reached her arm down into it, apparently far below ground level, as she fished out the packages with her medications.

Looking up, she saw that Black Lotus did not even appear to be surprised. Slightly crestfallen that her little showing off had not impressed her host, Wind explained, “It is a bag of holding. It can hold almost anything.”

A small smile quirking her lips, Black Lotus said, “I am familiar with the concept. Dad's caravan is sort of like that. You will be sleeping in there the first few nights, so that we can keep this inflammation under observation. Don't go back into the corridors or use the stairs without a guide. You can get lost.”

Black Lotus failed to notice Wind's indignant glare at the idea of getting lost in the little seeming four wheeled caravan. She was examining the medications. She gathered three of the four and shook her head happily.

“I know these. They are good! I will ask Dad about the pot of ointment. I don't know what it is. Likely it is something that only grows on your world. Dad will know, or failing him, De Writer will for sure!”

Getting up, she offered Wind assistance in standing. “It is important to get some limited exercise. Walk slowly. I know that you are chafing at the bit to be more active but really, don't do it yet.”

Together, they walked slowly down to the four wheeled caravan. Marchhare greeted them, “What are those packets and the pot? Are they Mama Dragon's medicines?”

Black Lotus agreed, “They are. I know the ones in the packets and they are good. I have never run across this ointment, though. I thought that you might know it.”

Marchhare opened the pot carefully, explaining with a grin, “With Mama Dragon's sense of humor, you never know. Might be a spring snake in here.”

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 9 - Harvestfest Hijinks

It's Harvestfest! Ophelia wants that holiday pay though, so she picks up a shift to play for the lonely souls at The Blue Velvet. It's not like she has family to celebrate with either... Looks like someone had too much juice!

Ophelia comes home to find a pesky little visitor. Will he accept her offering of pie?

The gnomes have been appeased! No lightning strike for Ophelia this year!

Ophelia decides to make her grandma's famous turkey dinner, so her holiday won't be a complete flop.

The lights are on next door, and eating a grand meal by herself sounds completely miserable, so Ophelia decides to see if the BFFs want some home cooking.

Turkey shoved firmly between her butt cheeks, or wherever inventory items go, Ophelia pays the BFFs a visit.

Summer: Hey, thanks for the food! Sorry, just finished my Harvestfest swim.

Ophelia: No problem! Aren't you cold, though?

Summer: A hottie never gets cold.

Ophelia calls the BFFs to her grand meal.

Travis: Uh, Summer, we can pull up a chair.

Summer spent all day dealing with rude customers picking up Harvestfest orders at her culinary job. She doesn't want to people rn. Also I accidentally made her wear her party outfit lol

Ophelia: Why didn't you guys go home for the holidays?

Libby: The loading screens home take forever, y'know? Maybe for Winterfest.

Travis: Why didn't you go home?

Ophelia: ...Uh, never mind. Let's just enjoy each other's company.

Travis: We're kind of our own little family, y'know? Always have been. And whether you like it or not, you're a part of it now.

Ophelia actually did like it. She couldn't believe she had ever thought about swiping their stuff when they had welcomed her so openly.

Ophelia: Thanks for that, by the way. You guys are pretty cool, you know that?

Libby: I don't think 'cool' is the word I'd use, but we're happy to have you! And your cooking!

Summer is properly fed so she's feeling a little more sociable.

Ophelia: Mind if I join you?

Summer: You can do whatever you want since you relieved me of my usual cooking duties. I don't usually like dry turkey but the gravy covers it.

Ophelia: I'll take it as a compliment!

Summer: I know I don't give off a good first impression, because lots of people tell me that, but you're a pretty solid friend. I'm glad you showed up on our doorstep with those awful brownies.

Ophelia: Thanks, Summer. You're not so bad yourself.

Summer: I know, I'm pretty great.

Well, this Harvestfest couldn't be too wholesome. What kind of museum displays a lawn flamingo?

Ophelia is doing this place a favor by swiping it, really. Maybe they can put some actual art in its place.

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