#Gourmet Weeds

[cygnetbrown]

The Fruitful Corner Behind the Barn

Mullein (strawberry plants are in the background Behind one of my sheds is a patch that I don’t have to plant, weed, or fertilize anymore. It can’t even be called a bed because it’s just a collection of plants that are growing as companions to one another. Every one of these perennial plants has a use. Some are for food, some for flavoring, and some for eating either fresh or cooked. In this…

[mmmthornton]

Happy Sunday, Queens 👑

[suqqubus]

btw ive been playing house with karaoke guy all week. married vibes. DON'T ask..........

[hezzabeth]

There was someone singing in the greenhouse, someone with a pitch-perfect deep voice. Revati closed her eyes, pressing her ear against the glass door.

In a field where the paper daisies grow,

Underneath the sun's harsh glow,

I wander through, light and free.

Paper daisies, pink and white,

Your petals so bright.

I sing to you as the world beyond burns.

The smoke coils in the sky far above,

But your petals still dance around me.

Don’t be afraid; soon the rains will come.

Everything lost will grow again.

Paper daisies, pink and white,

Your petals so bright.

I sing to you as the world beyond burns.

The stars begin to rise,

My hands scooping your seeds.

Soon you will take flight

Towards the soft moonlight.

There was an old, prop piano in the abandoned Holly Bush Tavern. The only person who could play it properly was Mr. Gupta. During holiday festivals, he would coax melodies out of the sticky keys while Mrs. Gupta sang in a nasal voice. This was different. The singer’s voice filled Revati in a place she didn’t know was empty. The singing stopped abruptly as Revati’s weight caused the door to creak. Of course, the door creaked. The greenhouse was a wobbling claptrap box made out of welded-together old windows. Miss Grassroots, a tourist who had been dead for almost six years, had built it. Inside lay the heart of Baker Street. The heart had begun as a rose garden. Nanni was the one who began picking up the fallen red petals, drying them, and turning them into tea.

Revati only had vague memories of the first day of the invasion. Mrs. Grasston and Dusk had invaded the kitchens and gift shops. Together they managed to pool together seeds and cuttings in order to grow a small food supply. There was a wall of tomato vines, grown from several seeds found in old slices left in the bin. There were the garden beds where the potatoes and carrots grew. In fact, the potatoes were what kept Baker Street from starving to death. Next to one of the largest windows, the herb and weed boxes grew. Revati’s father was the one who ripped open gourmet tea bags in their home, discovering dried seeds inside. Bridgadeiro Bun was sitting under the lemon tree. “You’re a pretty good singer,” Revati said gruffly. “I was just trying to cheer up Deshia; she’s been feeling a bit depressed lately,” Bridgadeiro said, patting the tree's trunk. “Who’s Deshia?” Revati asked, faintly confused. “The lemon tree, of course! She said nobody's chatted with her for years,” Bridgadeiro said. Suddenly, the tree shook its branches, causing a fresh lemon to fall into Bridgadeiro’s lap. “Thank you for the gift, sweetheart,” Bridgadeiro said, patting the tree again. Revati stared at the lemon tree, not quite sure what to think. Could a tree really be depressed? It would explain why the lemons were so withered and small.

“All Buns speak plant; it's the same gene that causes our pink hair," he said. Revati glanced around, her eyes briefly falling on the giant pumpkin vine near the door.

"Are the plants talking right now?" Revati asked curiously.

"Most of them fell asleep hours ago. When they were awake, they just kept jabbering on about a golden lady," Bridgadeiro remarked.

"So, the lemon tree is depressed? I could get Aurora to come in here and read to her," Revati conceded.

"It's more than that. She misses the lady who planted her; she doesn't understand why she vanished and never came back," Bridgadeiro remarked. Revati found her hands stroking the book of fairy tales nervously.

"If she's talking about Mrs. Grassroots, she died," Revati replied flatly. Six years ago. Six years ago, there were over a hundred tourists living on Baker Street. Nanni, who had spent years living with mother, insisted on moving into an abandoned hat shop near the edge of the park.

The day the tornado hit was the same day Nanni decided to tell Revati all about her family history.

"I always carry the death stone in my handbag, along with everything else I'd ever need in an invasion," Nanni pointed out. Technically that was true; Nanni's giant handbag was filled with almost anything.

Outside, Revati could hear her father trying to roll down metal shutters. There was the sudden horrible roar, and Nanni's wall exploded in a cloud of rubble.

"A lot of people died," Revati finished, her voice trailing off. First came the tornado that caused a gap in the mirror walls. Then the trickle of automatic vegetable cleaners who decided to exploit the crack. Finally, the battle on Mansfield Park between the cleaners and a group of tourists.

"The lady that planted this tree was actually a member of the Lost Princess rebel army; she convinced a bunch of tourists to fight with her," Revati remarked, shaking her head. Then she firmly opened the book of fairy tales.

"It looks like some people survived," Bridgadeiro replied.

"I don't want to talk about it; I just want to read! Here, you can read with me; you might like this story," Revati replied.

Once long ago, in a lost village near the foot of Mount Raya, there lived a special little girl. She was known for her kindness and her deep love for nature. Everyone in the village called her Naisha. Naisha had a special gift; she could talk to plants. The villagers often saw her whispering to the flowers; they adored her magical gift.

One day, Naisha learned about a legendary tree called the Kalpavriksha. The old ladies in the village whispered that it had the ability to grant any wish. Drought, fearsome and terrible, had swept through the land. Flowers withered, no longer able to whisper. Trees forgot their songs. Naisha decided she must seek out the tree and wish for one thing alone: rain.

"Wake up," a voice screeched, and Revati's eyes snapped open, the book of fairy tales tumbling onto the ground. Aurora was standing above her, the bright morning sunlight making her hair glow.

"Morning," Revati yawned and then jumped when she realized Bridgadeiro was asleep next to her.

Bridgadeiro slowly awoke, smacking his lips together.

"Juniper said you were in here; she never mentioned the boy," Aurora remarked coldly as Revati slowly stood up.

"Anna made him sleep in here; I must have passed out while reading," Revati said.

It was then that Revati realized Aurora was holding a tray filled with fresh strawberries.

"Hmph," Aurora said, shooting Bridgadeiro a suspicious look as he also stood up, patting the tree trunk.

"Let me guess, Queen Victoria sent these with an apology?" Revati asked.

"Yes, and a request to fill her vodka order," Aurora said, placing the tray on the ground.

"If she was really sorry, she'd give us a strawberry plant," Revati pointed out.

"Oh, you don't need one of those! You have the fruit," Bridgadeiro remarked.

"You can't just shove a strawberry in the ground and hope for the best; it rots," Revati replied. Bridgadeiro merely leaned down, examining the strawberries. After a few moments of careful examination, he picked up the biggest, brightest berry.

"You can; you just need the right formula," he said. He vaguely walked towards one of the empty garden beds that was going to be turned into an onion patch. Carefully, he dug a small hole and placed the strawberry inside before covering it in earth. Then, he reached into his massive jumpsuit pocket and this time pulled out a small vial of portable perfume.

"One pump should do it," Bridgadeiro remarked before pumping a cloud of perfume onto the soil. The earth began to twitch and vibrate, and Revati gasped as greenery sprouted from the soil. The plants quivered and then twisted as white flowers bloomed. The petals then shriveled and fell off as the center of the flowers grew into green berries. A few seconds later, the berries blossomed into a deep red.

"They shouldn't be doing that! Strawberries take two weeks to grow," Aurora gasped.

"I suppose they would in the wild, but I just gave them a pump of my Gene Grow fusion serum!" Bridgadeiro said, leaning down to examine the strawberries.

"They should produce fruit every day, but only if you talk to them nicely," Bridgadeiro added as he picked a strawberry and handed it to Revati.

Revati sniffed it suspiciously before taking a tiny bite. It tasted just like a strawberry.

"Does that stuff work on all plants?" Revati asked curiously.

"It tends to go a bit haywire when you spray it on legumes; you end up with giant beans that have no nutrients," Bridgadeiro said.

"I saved your life; think it's only fair you spray all the plants in here," Revati said firmly.

"It would be better if I planted their seeds outside and created new crops; otherwise, the rapidly growing plants could burst outside the walls," Bridgadeiro replied. Revati nodded crisply.

"I'll be sending someone to check on your efforts later today; I'll be far too busy working," Revati replied with as much dignity as she could muster in a sleep shirt before marching out of the greenhouse. The book of fairy tales lay abandoned on the ground.

Revati carefully changed into her work uniform. When she was a child, her wardrobe consisted of souvenir t-shirts from the gift shop fashioned into dresses. Now that she was almost an adult, Revati had to get creative.

Most of the gift shop sweatshirts had been swiped long ago. Instead, Revati put on the top half of the cafe's old uniform. It consisted of a magenta and purple striped waistcoat with a navy blue blouse covered in tiny clocks. The bottom half should have been a matching bustle skirt. Revati switched it with the men's purple trousers. Revati then carefully redid her braid and applied some more soot lipstick. Aurora, still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, was waiting for her in the kitchen.

"You're wearing your second best outfit," Aurora remarked.

"I suppose I am," Revati replied as she grabbed her coat.

"I thought you said you were done with romance after that whole mess with Little Hardi last summer," Aurora said, and Revati stopped walking.

"I am!" she protested, and Aurora pressed her thin lips into a disapproving frown.

"You were sleeping with him."

"God forbid I fall asleep next to another human being," Revati said as she marched through the cafe past Nanni, who was sewing something.

"You kept him! You gave him a job," Aurora added knowingly.

"I didn't keep him! He's not a feral child; he can leave whenever he wants," Revati snapped as they stepped outside, and she put on her sunglasses. Olde Landon was always at its worst in the morning. Like all major tourist attractions and cities, Old Landon had an atmospheric blanket high above the park's surface. It meant that nobody in the park froze to death at night, but it also meant the morning light was far too bright.

"Is that Little Hardi and Queen Victoria standing next to the fountain?" Revati sighed wearily.

"They both arrived at sunrise; I told them you were busy, so your mother made them breakfast," Aurora remarked.

"Sunrise; of course, they sacrificed sleep so they could get here first," Revati remarked, marching towards the two other leaders. Queen Victoria was wearing one of the park's costumes, a stained white lace wedding dress. Little Hardi, on the other hand, was wearing a deep blue doublet with a ruff collar and matching tights.

"Little Hardi, is your brother still unconscious?" Revati greeted him.

"We took a vote last night, and he played Macduff," Little Hardi replied.

Revati, who knew fully well what that meant, had to stop herself from flinching.

"You killed him? That's a little harsh," Revati pointed out.

"It was for the best; we need a strong leader during a time of invasion," Little Hardi remarked practically.

"Time of invasion? Isn't that a little dramatic?" Revati had to ask.

"There must be another crack in the wall; thank Jane, it's probably not too big! You two would be far too young to remember the vegetable cleaner invasion," remarked Queen Victoria.

"I was twelve," Revati said dryly.

"I was fourteen; the tornado destroyed the Hamlet's haunted castle ride, and the appliances killed the actor playing Ophelia," Little Hardi pointed out.

"You're both still tiny children as far as I'm concerned; I can't believe this is who I have to work with," Queen Victoria replied, and Revati brushed past her with annoyance, heading to the dress shop across the street.

The shelves of the dress shop had long ago been stripped bare. All that remained were the three Penny Farthing Bicycles that had been part of the shop's window display. Revati wheeled her Penny Farthing outside only to see Queen Victoria having a heated discussion with Aurora.

"What do you mean she's going to ride to the wall by herself? All representatives from all towns should go!" Queen Victoria was screeching, slapping Aurora's shoulder with her fan.

Revati parked her bicycle and marched towards Queen Victoria, grabbing her hand.

"Slap my assistant again, and I'll break your fingers; you know I can do it," Revati growled.

Little Hardi, who was now sitting by the fountain, laughed.

"I was just speaking the truth! We have a treaty; during times of crisis, we unify," Queen Victoria said, her voice tight and a little frightened.

"I don't see Lady Morganna here," Revati pointed out, referring to the ruler of Medieval faire.

"You know perfectly well Medieval faire cut us all off after the tornado hit! They probably all died off years ago," Queen Victoria snapped back. Queen Victoria was right. Medieval faire was located in the center of a massive fake castle complete with a drawbridge. After the invasion, Lady Morganna had yanked up the bridge and refused to speak to anyone. Anna and Nanni had tried to visit several times with baskets of dried lemons. They were horrified when someone from above threw the contents of their toilets onto the streets.

"My new friend said he saw naked people in the wilderness dancing around a murdered television! Sounds like Lady Morganna to me," Revati merely replied, pointing to Bridgadeiro. Bridgadeiro, who was in the middle of taking several pumpkins out of the greenhouse, waved.

"Could be a coincidence; regardless, you are not going to the wall! We need to have a proper group committee meeting first! Then a vote," Queen Victoria's.

Revati just rolled her eyes and released Queen Victoria's hand, causing her to stumble and fall onto the floor. Revati then reached into her jacket, pulling out her stun gun, shoving it into the queen's stomach. The Queen made a faint whimpering sound as her eyes rolled backward, and she collapsed again. Revati then aimed the gun at Little Hardi, who held his hands up, protesting.

"I'm not going to stop you! I came here to propose marriage," Little Hardi insisted.

"Marriage? To me?" Revati asked dubiously.

"All kings need a consort, and I'm not interested in Big Hardi's husband," Little Hardi said, slowly getting down on one knee.

Revati stared at him and shook her head.

"I'm seventeen," Revati pointed out.

"Well, the wedding wouldn't be for another couple of years," Little Hardi replied.

"I thought we agreed to keep our relationship professional after the handkerchief incident," Revati pointed out, and Little Hardi held a hand to his heart.

"I told you dozens of times I had nothing to do with my brother's plot," Little Hardi insisted.

"He accused me of cheating on you using an old prop handkerchief as evidence, and you believed him despite it being the exact same plot of the play Othello," Revati pointed out. The entire incident occurred over a year ago and ended with Revati kidnapped and tied up on the stage in a white fluffy nightgown.

"I'm a very insecure person," Little Hardi pleaded. Dating while trapped in a fun park during the apocalypse was difficult. Before the feral children came along, Revati was the youngest person on Baker Street. All the teenagers in Whistleton were raised to be incredibly prissy. Most of them refused to do anything more than dance or hold hands. Little Hardi had been a fun, age-appropriate choice. Little Hardi was happy to do far more than hold hands.

"No," Revati said firmly.

"No? Really?" he asked, sounding faintly surprised.

"First of all, your legal system involves killing criminals on stage in the middle of plays, which is horrifying," Revati pointed out, and Little Hardi shrugged.

"Secondly, I'm not an idiot! You just want to marry me so you can take over our greenhouse," Revati pointed out, and Little Hardi gasped as if looking deeply insulted.

"That's not true! If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, but no such roses see I in her cheeks," Little Hardi pleaded as Revati climbed onto the penny farthing.

[nitro502]

Weed headcanons in honor of 4/20

Marcille: Zero tolerance. One hit and she’s faded as hell. Prefers not to partake.

Senshi: Makes gourmet edibles of course. Will smoke too if someone’s offering. But everything in moderation.

Chilchuck: Prefers to drink but will eat edibles sometimes. Smoking just makes him paranoid though.

Laios: Eats weed. Senshi’s edibles but also just. Bags of weed. Like it’s trail mix.

[joltning]

how I see them cooking

church: the worst fucking cook out of all of them. just absolute horrible blames everything on caboose puts things to 10000 degrees and is like ☹️why did it burn ☹️wtf. has never made an edible thing in his life.

tucker: pretty good I mean he’s not making anything gourmet but any time blue team has to cook real food he does it and has to ban church and caboose cause they fuck it up so bad. might have some questionable tastes tho so his personal food is a little fucked

caboose: surprisingly not that bad but makes a Mess. it’ll taste good but still have an eggshell in it and the whole room is covered in ingredients

tex: pretty normal. she doesn’t seem like a big cooking fan though she might just eat an onion for the hell of it

sarge: good. but put him on the grill NOW. he needs to grill Now. he probably has a homemade rub that tastes bomb. he probably puts it on everything though and the rest of the team is shouting at him for putting pepper on his ice cream or something

simmons: bare minimum. he can make instant food and basic meals but he wings it or looks up a recipe. I can imagine he chops vegetables pretty fast

grif: well versed in the art of comfort food. he doesn’t really like cooking bc it takes a long ass time but he’s a good ‘throw shit in a pot’ kind of guy. shit is probably fire. I see him doing it when stressed maybe.

donut: all talk. great baker great mixologist never get him near a stovetop because he is starting a grease fire. even when he does cook a good dish it only looks really nice and tastes mid

lopez: honestly I’m not sure. im thinking a lot of simple meals with not a lot of spices cause he can’t. taste. but he sees them add like salt after and he’s like Oh Ok So you don’t like it. and spices it the fuck up. honestly might be the best cook of them because of versatility. he just downloads a shit ton of recipes once and never again

doc: everyone gets this but the Worst fucking healthy options Ever. to an absurd level

kai: she keeps fucking making infused foods and leaving them out. simmons had a weed brownie it was an experience. she’d make those ‘battery acid’ tiktok drinks go into a sugar high and pass out

locus: every time they have a cookout he brings a huge pot of mashed potatoes and gravy. no one knows where he gets it or when he has the time to make it. no one asked him to bring food

[mega-ringsandthings-world]

Someone needs to turn Shanks into a baby so Mihawk has to take him to his castle alongside Zoro and Perona and dote on him while pretending not to and wake up every day to a baby's mischievous laughter and buy him stuffed animals and lose his mind trying to keep Shanks in the play pen and then get followed around by this walking ball of red-haired fluff when Shanks inevitably gets out, and be in his pajamas in the kitchen blending up gourmet baby food for Shanks while Shanks tries to put himself in the oven while Mihawk's back is turned, Perona loves baby Shanks and Zoro has almost killed him twice. They falls asleep with him in a pile no less than five times. Mihawk falls asleep with Shanks curled up on him in front of the fireplace and feels such loving contentment that he considers feeding Shanks arsenic. He asks Perona and Zoro to babysit Shanks a few days every week and when it's Perona's turn she dresses Shanks in pink and when it's Zoro's turn he dresses Shanks green and Mihawk thinks both of those colors clash with Shanks' hair and says so. Shanks has a favorite stuffed walrus he names "Rog" and he loves playing outdoors in Mihawk's gardens and Mihawk teaches him how to pull weeds and during the evening he plays with him and Shanks loves hide-and-seek and-

[jeliseinsights]

Astro Observations😁

Ft. Water & Earth Signs💙💚💙💚

*Earth signs don’t play bout speakin lmaoo, you better say hello mf, ESPECIALLY in their home

*Virgos don’t play bout their shit, show some respect

* Is it really a conversation with a Gemini if you didn’t learn something?

* Cancers get such bad rep for being “eMoTiOnAl”, when in reality they have the sweetest, most comforting vibez.

* So cliché, but my goddd Taureans and their FN FOOD😭😭🤦🏾 It’s not even that they just love eating, but whenever they cook/eat, it’s ALWAYS fn gourmet like omggg🤦🏾😂 And they are always bringing up food too

* Scorpios make you feel so safe! There’s just this protective ass auru to them🥰 (If they’re a love interest, it can be so hot like they wanna protect you😍)

* I’ve known a lottt of Capricorn placements who sold weed lmaooo!!😂 Cap placements DO👏🏾NOT👏🏾PLAY👏🏾ABOUT👏🏾THEIR👏🏾MF👏🏾MONEY👏🏾😭

*Earth signs🤝🏾Dry humor😭

[kindahoping4forever]

Waiting For It Gets So Boring // Luke Hemmings

Cass & I hope you've enjoyed our silly little miniseries - we're both thrilled to be co-writing together again and have many more projects in the works so stay tuned! We're closing out the week with a story about trying to make some memories with Luke amidst a loud house party. Historically, we're Cashton girls and only write for our lanes but Hemmo currently has us both feelings things and thus this bonus chapter was born.

If you haven't already, be sure to check out yesterday's offering featuring Calum over on @cal-puddies and Ashton's chapter, posted here on Wednesday. And of course, the series masterlist linked below has been updated with complete links. Thanks for reading!

Warnings: Boyfriend!Luke trying to reconnect with his girl after returning from tour. Marijuana edibles consumed at a party. Semi-public teasing, moderately rough sex featuring brief choking, oral sex, cum play, mention of hypothetical anal play, dirty talk containing strong language.

Word Count: 6360

I Hope You Think Of Me High Series Masterlist

Crystal Masterlist // Cass Masterlist // Ko-Fis linked in our bios

Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

“Oh my god, that’s so much better, I feel like I can breathe again. ”

You plop down on the outdoor couch, relieved to get away from the noisy, raging house party and take in the cool, night air. With Luke on tour the past couple months, it’d been a while since you’d been out and trying to get back into the swing of things with a rager at Michael and Crystal’s house was like diving into the deep end; you knew their place was huge but it was still shocking to discover exactly how many people can fit in there at one time.

“WHAT?!” Luke yells from across the yard, walking comedically slow so that he doesn’t spill the red solo cups of water he snagged for you on the way out of the house. You giggle to yourself at his concentration, trying to focus on the filled to the brim drinks but also process what you were saying over the music and the stoned thoughts swirling in his head.

If the crowd wasn’t already overwhelming on its own, it was decidedly way too much to handle once you and Luke agreed to share one of the gourmet edibles someone had brought over from a fancy dispensary you’d been hearing about. The two of you are far from novices when it comes to weed but edibles always hit different and these designer ones seemed especially potent.

“I guess we’re a little out of practice here,” you comment as he gets closer, taking your cup from him.

He kicks his leg up on the coffee table, striking a cool pose as he downs his water in one gulp. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, honey, I think I’m killin’ it tonight,” he brags, crushing the plastic cup in his hand, struggling to stave off the self-satisfied smirk that always paints his face when he knows he’s amusing you. You laugh, probably a little too loudly, and tug on the sleeve of his striped button down, eager to have him sitting beside you.

“Guess the important part is that we’re trying,” you shrug, cozying up against his side as he throws his arm around you and settles in. You lean over and peck his hand resting on your shoulder. “Making new memories together, like we said."

It’d been a whirlwind year since you’d met Luke; with him actually staying in one place to record the band’s album, the bond between you grew quickly and strongly. You knew when he left for tour the adjustment period was going to be tough, and it was, but what neither of you anticipated was how difficult coming home again would be. You shared stories from your life at home, he shared stories from the road but it wasn’t the same as the stories you used to star in together. It seemed you’d both gotten used to the distance and it was taking longer than it should for that sense of closeness to return. 

Something had to be done and after much discussion, it was decided the two of you needed to get out and experience things together again, make an effort to forge a new bond instead of waiting for the old one to be restored. And that’s how you ended up at a party neither of you were particularly enjoying, high off a weed cookie that was definitely way too tasty to be trusted.

He nods, joking, “Exactly. New memory of us only knowing about 12 people at this party: unlocked. New memory of us trying to be social and deciding we’d rather be alone: unlocked. New memory of me doing this: unlocked.” He leans in, rubbing softly over your cheek before planting a soft kiss on you.

“Smooth,” you chuckle, pecking his lips as he pulls away. “You still taste like chocolate.”

His face lights up and he reaches into his shirt pocket. “Funny you should mention that…” He triumphantly presents a folded up napkin to you, containing the other half of the cookie you split. He raises it to his mouth slowly, clearly anticipating your reaction.

“Lu! Oh my god,” you laugh in disbelief, shaking your head as he smiles mischievously and takes a bite. “You can’t tell me you’re not feeling it enough already, I told you half was more than enough for us to share!”

He scoffs playfully, “And I told you half of a half wasn’t nearly enough for a big guy like me.” He offers you the rest of the treat and when you firmly refuse, he shrugs and proudly pops it into his mouth.

“You’re a tall guy, babe, I dunno if I’d say big.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Not what you were screaming last night,” he declares smugly, managing to run his hand up your thigh before he starts giggling uncontrollably.

You shake your head but find your grin growing wider as you join in with his laughter; you’ve always thought Luke was funny but he’s always hilarious when he’s high. Or is it just because you’re high that you think that? You don’t give yourself time to ponder that question because his hand has not only remained on your thigh but is now mindlessly playing with the hem of your shorts and you’ve suddenly decided this gesture must be repaid with your affection.

The party swirls around you, music fading into the background and he’s in the middle of saying something but you can’t imagine a more important task for his lips than what you have in mind so you quietly shush him and pull him in by the neck for a kiss. He relaxes into it, never one to protest a rude interruption such as this. After a few beats, you deepen it and he takes that as a sign to trace his fingers teasingly up your leg, leaving a blazing trail in their wake. His other hand wraps around your waist and your hazy, lovestruck brain decides that’s as good an invitation as any to climb into his lap. 

“Oh!” He voices his surprise as you move to straddle him. He giggles joyfully as you carefully settle on top of him and once you’re in place, you return your lips to his. 

“Luke,” you sigh against his mouth. You’re not sure if it’s a question, a request or a reminder to yourself at how lucky you are to call the man underneath you yours, but it needed to be said. Maybe it’s the high, maybe you’re still needy from missing him, but you can’t remember the last time the two of you took a moment to just make out and enjoy each other like this. You can’t believe how incredible it feels, how incredible he feels. You feel like you can’t get enough of him, like you need to feel more from him right now this second so you roll your hips over his, holding his face to keep him in the kiss. You gently scratch his beard, enjoying the way it prickles your fingertips, longing to feel that friction elsewhere on your body.

Luke can sense your need, pulling away just long enough to groan, “God damn,” before giving your ass an appreciative squeeze and crashing his lips back to yours. His fingers tuck under your shorts, searing into your thigh and you can’t help but want them everywhere. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and you let out a distinct moan, immediately pulling back to laugh at how loud it seemed, breaking your heated silence. Luke, of course, catches the giggles alongside you and pulls you closer, resting your foreheads together as you chuckle. 

Just as you start to catch your breath, his laughter reignites as starts exaggeratedly moving his head to the rhythm of the song playing in the distance; he notices you watching in amusement and moves his hands off your body to intertwine your fingers, lifting your arms and swaying them in a swimming motion to the beat. He sings along, rocking you both back and forth while continuing the motion with your arms, nose to nose. 

“You’re hot when you’re cute,” you say, cracking up at how dumb it sounds, no matter how true it is. 

His face lights up at your compliment and he drops your hands so he can wrap his arms around you and lean you all the way back for a kiss; you squeal happily, holding his face to deepen it. The embrace presses your bodies closer together and as your hips bump over his, Luke groans into your mouth. He quickly pulls you upright, exhaling your name and protesting, “Gonna need you to stop grinding on me.” 

“That was absolutely your fault, Lu,” you giggle. 

“I don’t know, I think you need to control yourself,” he teases, running his hands over your backside with a twinkle in his eye.

“And what about you, then?” You ask, kissing his jaw. 

“Honey, I am on my best behavior,” he promises, offering you a wide smile, poking his tongue through his teeth sweetly. 

You brush his curls back off his forehead and he closes his eyes in appreciation of your touch, goofy smile still painted on his face. You can’t help but smile back, giggling at how obviously high he is. You give him a feather light peck and he slowly licks his lips, searching for more of your taste. You decide to tease him a little more, peppering his face and jaw with kisses before moving to nibble at his ear. 

Luke lets out a quiet hum to accompany each of your kisses, his hands mindlessly rubbing over thighs. The contrasting sensations of his touch make you breathless: his rings are cool on your skin, his skin warm and inviting. The skin of his palms are soft while his fingers are enticingly rough, calloused from years of devotion to his guitar.

“Your hands feel so good on my skin,” you murmur. He captures your lips appreciatively, his fingers continuing to move up until they’re playing with the trim of your underwear. You let out a small whimper, thinking about how good he could make you feel right now if his fingers just explored a little further. You rock your hips, encouraging him. “Lu… just want to feel you, babe.”

He groans, staring up at you with pupils blown wide. “Aww, can you not feel me like this, baby?” His voice is sweet but teasing as his hands hook into the legs of your panties, just enough to pull and trace over the material but not enough to do more than graze your skin. “Is that enough? No? Still need more?” He grins at you, keeping eye contact as one of his hands slides out from your shorts to sneak under your shirt, giving one of your breasts a tight squeeze over your bra. 

You feel your breath becoming notably heavier, the vibe between the two of you becoming more charged by the second. You’re not sure where it’s coming from or how it’s escalated this quickly but you couldn’t be more thrilled to be caught up in it. “More,” you say simply but confidently, your own fingers hastily working on the buttons of his shirt, wanting to feel his skin. 

Luke playfully dances his fingers over the cup of your bra before slipping them inside, the metal of his rings giving you an extra pinch as he gives your nipple a tug. “Feel me now?” 

You give him a hungry kiss, your hands dipping into his shirt, chest hair tickling your fingers. “More,” you dare him. 

He doesn’t hesitate to follow your instruction, crazy enough about you to do what you ask, inhibitions lowered enough to not care where he gives it to you. You feel the hand between your legs shift and you both groan when he makes contact with your pussy.

“Feel that?” He asks breathlessly, leaning forward to catch your bottom lip between his teeth. You nod, rolling your hips against his hand. He chuckles at your eagerness, reaching for your hand and resting it on the bulge straining against his already notably tight slacks. “How about that, baby? Feel that?”

You give him a squeeze, biting your lip at the groan he lets out as a result. “I need you, Lu,” you state matter of factly. 

“Oh, really? Couldn’t tell,” he teases, running his fingers through your folds and bringing his wet fingers to his mouth, moaning at the taste of you. “I swear I could fuck you right here.” 

A voice clearing their throat in the distance breaks the lustful spell the two of you have fallen under and you both quickly but casually remove your hands from the questionable places they’ve been taking up residence.

“Who is that?” You covertly mouth to your boyfriend, who is either too startled, too high or too aroused to understand you were trying to be discreet. He shifts your weight in his lap so he can see around you, noticeably staring and trying to make out the figure in the darkness.

A beat passes and you begin to smell smoke from a cigarette that is distinctly Calum’s brand and when he clears his throat again, you definitely recognize his voice behind you. “Uh… hey Luke… you guys maybe thinkin’ about getting a ride home? Unless you wanted to give a free show to anyone who wanders out here.” 

“What do you mean? Just a little moonlight make out with my girl,” he feigns innocence, giggling, 

Calum snorts, taking another drag. “Sure, mate… definitely why you had your fingers in your mouth when I first came out here.” You can’t help but laugh, covering your mouth to muffle your giggles as the guys talk.

Luke does his best to keep a straight face, nodding at his friend. “Ok… yeah, fair point.” He hugs you tight against him and shrugs his shoulders. “Just so happy to be home and out with my girl… She just… baby, you just… smell… taste… sound… feel so damn good!”

“Mmm hmm and all those things will still be true back at your place, you fuckin’ animal,” Cal laughs, shaking his head. You turn to him and whisper a quick sorry and thanks. He stamps out his cigarette, waves and heads into the house, leaving you alone again. 

You climb off Luke and move to sit against the other end of the couch, your legs stretching out across the cushions towards him; you scoop your phone off the end table and start looking for an Uber. His features fall into a pronounced frown and his hands immediately resume rubbing up your legs. His hands inch higher and you preemptively give the very quiet warning, “Luke.” 

He rests his head on your knee, giving it a peck, bright blue eyes looking up at you innocently. "We can go home if you want, honey," he offers, nipping at your skin. “You’ll taste just as good there as you would here.”

A deep exhale escapes you, your legs parting, inviting him to crawl between them. He gladly accepts and leans over you, grinning. “You’re insatiable when you’re high, you know that?” You run your hand over his beard, dragging your nails down his neck, pulling a deep groan from him just like you hoped you would.

“Think you mispronounced ‘irresistible,’” he boasts, groaning again as you pull him closer and his hips press against yours.

“I said what I said,” you flirt, moving in for a needy kiss. It’s hot and intense from the start and only becomes more heated as you grind against him, quietly moaning when you discover he’s still hard for you. You break the kiss, pushing his hair back as you gasp, “So if we’re not going home, what do you want to do, then?”

Luke stares down at you panting, chest heaving, underneath him and bites his lip; whether it’s from arousal or concentration, you’re not sure, you just know you wish you were the one with it between your teeth. An idea must have sparked in his mind because suddenly his eyes somehow have both lit up and darkened with lust. He separates himself from you, moving down your body to rest at your legs again. 

He presses a soft kiss to each knee, just as before, but this time his lips continue their journey down your legs, kisses becoming wetter and sloppier as he gets closer to the hem of your shorts. You watch curiously as his mouth meets fabric and he doesn’t stop, instead following the seam until he’s at the center. Your breath catches and you tuck your fingers into his hair as he nips at the thick seam, the warmth of his breath palpable even through the linen. He looks up to make sure you’re watching and satisfied with your attention, he darts his tongue out to lick at you over the fabric. 

You jump at the teasing sensation and he grips your thighs, rings sinking into your skin. “Easy, easy,” he soothes, placing a sloppy open mouth kiss over your clothed pussy. “Soaking through these shorts, baby… swear I can taste you.” He presses his entire face between your legs, letting out a loud groan. 

“Luke,” you moan, slapping a hand over your mouth, unsure how loud it was. He sits up and pulls your legs along with him, pulling you to rest on one of his thighs, creating a delicious friction. You roll your hips a couple times before you have to admit again, “Need you, Lu.”

It was a simple confession but evidently a powerful one, sending Luke immediately into action. He slides a hand between you, lightly teasing over your wet shorts as he pulls your head forward to press slow but promising kisses to each of your lips separately. “I need to bury my face in your cunt right now. Let’s go.” 

You choke back another moan as he pulls you up - Luke’s language only gets that rough when he’s in a mood and you can tell it’s going to be to your benefit. Once you’re back inside the house, you lead the way through the crowd, expertly weaving through the dancing bodies and dodging the gaze of multiple Instagram stories. 

Luke follows close behind you, holding onto your waist so you don’t get separated. You can feel his stiff cock pressing into your backside and he leans into your ear, whispering, “No one here knows how fuckin’ hard you made me out there… how good I’m about to make my girl feel.” 

You shiver at his words, hurrying up the stairs, saying a silent prayer of thanks when you see the hallway is empty. You turn and yank him down to your lips, letting your tongue tell him how excited you are to be truly alone. 

He reciprocates, tugging at your bottom lip as he pulls back. “Up,” he commands, lips curling into a smile when you put your hands on his shoulders and jump, wrapping your legs around his waist without hesitation. He groans when your bodies collide and you immediately need to hear it again, rolling your hips over his hardness in search of more. 

“Lu… want it so fuckin’ bad.” 

Intoxicated with need - and the second half of that cookie -  he whimpers into the passionate kiss he plants on you as he rushes you down the hall and through the door to the guest room at the far end. He smoothly hits the light switch on the way in, before dropping you onto the mattress. He stands at the foot of the bed, looking you up and down, licking his lips as if he’s about to devour you.

“So fuckin’ beautiful, baby,” he breathes, pulling you back up to his lips, his hands making quick work of undoing your shorts.

You scramble to finish unbuttoning his shirt, and tug it off, exposing his broad shoulders that you’ve been waiting all night to sink your teeth into. He pulls your bottoms off while you pepper his chest and shoulders with kisses and nibbles; he quickly discards your shirt and bra before gently pushing you onto your back, hands eagerly exploring your bare skin. You arch your body into his touch, your breathy sighs enticing enough that he has to move one of his hands from your breasts to his cock, palming himself through his slacks.

Wanting to appreciate him the way he’s appreciating you, you whine at him, “Lu,” but you’re having trouble articulating what you want so you push yourself up and pull him closer, kissing on his tummy while you undo his pants. You suck a mark into his hip, nibble at his belly button and mouth over the bulge in his boxers. 

Luke gathers your hair in his hand, pressing his hips against your mouth. You moan loudly, grabbing his ass, encouraging him to do it again. He groans your name, teasing, “Oh… is that what you want, baby? My girl want me to fuck her pretty little mouth?” He pulls you back by your hair and gently pushes two fingers in your mouth, grinning at the way your lips instantly suck at them. “That ready for it, huh?" He removes them with a wet pop.

“Please, Lu… fuck… do something," you whine, not caring how desperate you sound.

He scoops his arm behind you, settling you to lay on your back in the center of the bed. He hovers over you, pressing his lips to yours before working down your body. He groans against your skin, relieved at finally getting his mouth on your tits like he’s been craving, leaving a hickey on each one before continuing down. You wish you had more to offer in this moment than your moans but you don’t have the strength to do much else, everything you’re feeling - the scratch from his beard, the way the air cools your skin after the blaze of his hot open mouth kisses, the softness of his fingers contrasting against the harsh metal of the rings decorating them - is just so overwhelming. 

He finally settles on his stomach between your legs, pulling one leg over his shoulder, wrapping his arm around your thigh. “You are soaked, honey,” he groans, rubbing a finger on your clit. He continues longer than he intended to but he can’t get enough of how your jaw continues to drop in relieved silence as he works you. When he finally leans in and slicks his tongue through your wetness, he moans loudly, moving up and down along your folds a few times, almost as if he’s lost himself in the tactile experience of feeling all your textures and details. He groans again, breath hot on your thigh. “God, that’s the taste I’ve been needing… nothing in this world tastes better than when my girl needs me.”

Before you can respond, his lips have wrapped around your clit, sucking with torturously light precision. “Luuuuuuuuuke,” you breathe, in disbelief at how desperate you already feel. “More, baby… need more.”

The vibrations from the moan he responds with ripple across your pussy. “Oh my sweet girl, I’m gonna give you so much more, don’t you worry,” he promises breathlessly. He dives back in, fluttering his tongue on your clit, batting it back and forth, loving the feeling of you squirming underneath his hold. You moan his name dreamily and your stomach flips when you see his hips press against the mattress in response, searching to find some friction of his own.

His tongue dips down to tease at your entrance, his hands rubbing over your thighs again before one snakes around to toy with your clit some more. He noisily laps up your arousal, murmuring against you something indecipherable but that you’d guess has to do with how good you taste. You’re so caught up in the feeling between your legs, you almost forget that one of your favorite parts of having Luke go down on you is getting your hands in his curls while he works. You comb through his hair and whimper at how soft and silky it feels between your fingers, you scratch at his scalp and it draws a muffled whine from him and your hips buck up against his mouth in response.

“Mmm, getting impatient, are we?” He taunts, moving to nip at the inside of your thighs. You whine at his attention diverting from your pussy, not exactly disproving his point. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna cum for me, baby… just not until I’m ready for you to.”

You sigh, frustrated but aroused by his teasing attitude. Luke’s always so generous in the bedroom, you rarely experience him denying you - you can’t say that you mind it.

He pulls back, staring at your body for a beat before raspily praising, “Such a gorgeous cunt, baby.” He presses small pecks along your slick lips before giving a single flick of his tongue to your clit. “You want me here, baby?” He licks down and pulls away just before his tongue meets your entrance. “What about here?” He asks, finger stopping short of pushing inside.

“Yes, Luke… please,” you gasp, aching for any part of him to be inside you at this point.

He ignores your plea and continues moving down, hands gripping your ass cheeks, fingers intriguingly close to grazing your tightest hole. “Ever thought about me here, baby?” He notices your breath deepen and his fingers move closer. “I think about it all the fuckin’ time… My fingers… my tongue… my cock… doesn’t fuckin’ matter, baby… I just want as much of you as you’ll let me have.”

You feel your wetness dripping down your skin and onto the bed; you don’t know if you’ve ever been this wet, ever been this fucked out without even being fucked yet. “I… I’ve thought about that too… god… I want it, babe,” you pant, rocking your hips towards him. “Want you anywhere… everywhere… all the time, any time… just fuckin’ want you… always.”

Luke rushes up your body to kiss you, needy at your neediness. He gets lost in the distraction of your kisses and you take the opportunity to push him onto his back so you can show him some appreciation of your own. He groans as you climb on top of him, instinctively lifting his head up so you can start working your way down from his favorite spot just above his Adam’s apple. 

“Good boy,” you smirk, sucking and nipping at his neck.

“Oh my god,” he laughs knowingly, the sound of his voice vibrating under your tongue. “Don’t start.” 

You tug his necklace with your teeth before pulling back to smirk at him. Part of you wishes you had the patience to tease him like he teased you but you know that’d probably end up driving you crazier than him right now. You bite gently at his collarbone before kissing gently down the middle of his chest, hair tickling your face while your palms stroke down his body, working on either side of your head. 

Moving down his torso, your fingers hook in the waistband of his boxers and he eagerly helps you rid him of them. His cock slaps against his skin, red and angry from being hard for so long without any relief. You’d feel bad for him if you didn’t know he enjoys the build-up so much.

“Look at that,” you murmur, rubbing your hand flat against his shaft where it lays on his stomach. He bites his lip, hissing at the gentle pressure you’re applying. “So hard, Lu… been treating me so well, giving me so much… and this has just been waiting for my attention, hasn’t it?”

His eyes are glassy as he watches you squeeze his cock before pulling it away from his body, your fingers swiping at the thick string of precum that stays connected. “That’s all for you,” he sighs, breath deepening as you start to stroke him. “Only you could ever get me this hard.”

“All mine, huh?” You lilt, giving him a few more firm tugs before taking him between your lips. You suck lightly at the head, tongue swirling, cleaning all that he’s leaked out for you. You work him down more, going slower than you need to just because you feel like it, one hand grazing your fingertips over what’s not yet in your mouth, the other gently pulling at his balls the way he likes. 

You play with him just long enough to satisfy the urge you had to do so, knowing there’s a different type of fun to be had here. The bright pop of you pulling off is quickly followed by a heavy plop as you let his cock fall back against him. You push yourself up, waiting for his eyes to meet yours before you ask, “What was it you were saying about fucking my pretty mouth?”

There’s barely a chance for you to see the smirk that spreads across Luke’s face before he’s on his feet and pulling you to the floor. He watches you wrap your lips around him again, bobbing up and down briefly before moving down to tongue at his balls. He tangles his hand in your hair, pulling you back while he uses his free hand to stroke himself. “You ready to open up for me, baby?” 

You answer his question by sticking your tongue out as far as you can. Luke praises you softly as he slaps his cock across it a few times before guiding it between your lips. He gently rocks forward, back and forth, testing to see if you’re ready and when you murmur approvingly, he picks up the pace. 

“Fuckin’ Christ,” he growls, holding your head steady as he thrusts into your mouth. At first, he’s silent, clearly focused on keeping himself in control; you peer up and see his head tilted back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. You dig your nails into the backs of his thighs, knowing the pain will add to the sensations he’s feeling, hoping to get an uncontrolled reaction. 

He more than delivers, moaning loudly and beginning to ramble a list of things he’d like to do to you while his hips speed up. You don’t hear the entirety of his monologue, you’re focused on breathing through your nose and relaxing your jaw as his cock pushes across your tongue, but when you tune in, you immediately feel your skin heat up at his words.

“...How you moan for me when you’re getting it from behind, begging for me to go deeper… I wanna be as deep as I can, baby, want you to feel me everywhere.” His head tilts forward and he looks down at you. “Do you want that, honey? Want me everywhere?” 

Before you can answer, he’s speeding up again, inspired by the thoughts he’s having. “Still thinking about that gorgeous ass of yours too… how good it must feel…  so tight and hot… can’t imagine how incredible you’d sound whining for me to go faster… I’d take it slow, though, baby. Treat you right.” He goes quiet again and for a moment, only the dull bass of the party music and the wet smacks and gags of his cock using your mouth fill the room. 

Luke is closer to the edge than he’d like to be and his fingers tighten in your hair as he pulls you off, groaning, “So good to me, honey… so good.”

You use the back of your hand to wipe at the spit dripping down your face. “Make me feel so good, Lu… want you to feel as good as you make me feel,” you pant. 

“Aww, baby… made you feel that good and I haven’t even made you cum yet? Let’s fix that,” he declares. Both of his hands clasp onto your arms to help you up and next thing you know he’s tossing you onto the bed on your stomach. You squeal as his hand swats against your ass before pulling your hips up to him. He kneels behind you on the bed and you feel him tap his cock on your ass a couple times before briefly rutting between your cheeks.

“Fuckin’ hell, Lu,” you whine, looking back at him. “Teasin’ me so bad tonight… need your cock, babe.”

He grins at your earnest plea, stopping briefly to slide his tip through your folds before finally pushing into your wet heat. You both moan in satisfaction at the feeling of him finally filling you. He grabs your hips, pulling you back against him as he pumps into you, the slapping of skin and your mixed moans the new competition against the party sounds happening downstairs. 

Between Luke’s harsh thrusts and the way you’re bouncing yourself back on his cock, it’s no surprise your arms quickly give out and you fall forward onto the bed. He takes the opportunity to flip you over, soft touch soothing over your heated skin. You squeeze his hands, raising your hips to prompt him to slip back inside you. 

He slides in, quickly resuming the pace he’d set. “Fuck, babe… feel so good around me.” He grabs one of your legs, pushing it up against your chest. You cry out in appreciation at the change in depth and his head drops and he bites his lip in response. “Think I wanna cover you in cum,” he murmurs breathily. 

You reach up and clap your hand over his mouth. “Your dirty talk is spot on tonight, baby, but I’m gonna need you to fuckin’ do some of this shit instead of just saying it.” 

You feel him grin against your palm and he accepts your dare, driving his cock into you with precision while his hand drops down to rub your clit. Your hands claw at his chest, arms and back, scratching at his skin, feeling yourself come undone. It’s like all the build up from tonight hits you at once and you whimper helplessly, “Fuck, baby… ‘m gonna cum.” 

“I know, honey… want you to.” 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck… Luke… please.” 

A strained scream rattles your throat as you tighten around him, cumming harder than you thought possible. It seems to go on forever, the waves crashing over you rapidly and intensely and you don’t know what else to do besides moan his name.

“Jesus, baby, could you squeeze any tighter?” He groans in awe, leaning in for a rough kiss and  a soft bite to your lip. As you come down, he pecks over your face and babbles about how good you gripped his cock, how he’s never felt you get that wet before but you can’t quite make it out over your panting and how fucking good you feel. 

“Now you,” you prompt him, voice sated but still filled with longing.

He exhales loudly, moving to straddle your stomach. His hand dips between your legs again, collecting some of your wetness and he uses it to slick his cock, quickly getting back to a rhythm that feels good for him. “Look at you,” he growls, hand speeding up. “My pretty girl… all mine…”

“Gonna be even prettier decorated with your cum,” you groan, sitting yourself up to get a better view, scratching your nails up his thighs. He looks so gorgeous stroking himself for you, he’s been so good to you tonight, you want nothing more than to participate in his orgasm. “Can I help, Lu?” 

He blows the curls off his forehead and grabs your hand from his thigh and moves it to his neck, your fingers draped over the sides. “Squeeze for me?” 

Luke has never asked you for something like this but you trust him and his judgment implicitly so you gingerly add pressure. “Like this?” You confirm, watching his face carefully.

A guttural groan you don’t recognize comes from deep within his chest and he breathes a needy yes as he fucks into his fist with desperation. 

It’s not only possibly the hottest situation you’ve ever found yourself in but you don’t think you’ve ever felt closer to your boyfriend. Your sex always feels intimate but this feels different. Feeling overwhelmed again, you rush a kiss to his lips and coax, “C’mon, baby, need you to cum for me.” 

Luke whines, “Tighter, babe, please,” and you oblige his request. “Just like that,” he puffs out just as his cock begins spurting. He varies his strokes as ropes of hot cum spray across your chest and neck, moaning loud and long as the orgasm washes over his senses. As his hand slows down, your grip on his neck loosens and you murmur encouragingly, letting him know you enjoyed it as much as he did.

He takes a deep, exhausted breath, taking your hand and pressing soft kisses to your palm. “Thank you, baby,” he mumbles. 

He flops onto the bed beside you, running his hands through his hair. He turns to see you drag a finger through the cum on your breasts, licking it off appreciatively, unaware he’s even paying attention. He chuckles at you, reaching for the tissues on the nightstand to help you out. 

“Fucking at Mike’s house? New memory: unlocked,” you joke, grinning at him as he gently cleans you up.

He snorts, adding, “Sleeping over and waking up early to wash these sheets tomorrow: future memory unlocked.”

You cackle, making grabby hands at him while he gets up to discard the tissues. He climbs back in bed and into your open arms, kissing you slowly before moving down to lay his head on your chest. The two of you lay in drained, contented silence for a while, Luke’s fingers dancing across your bare skin, yours brushing softly through his curls.

“So…” You start, unable to keep the smirk off your face as you continue your thought. “Choking, huh?”

He lifts his head to look at you, playful twinkle in his eye. “Ass play, huh?”

Laughing, you move in for a kiss. “We did agree to try new things.”

Luke warmly chuckles against your lips. “That we did.”

[mothwingedmyths]

Food related Rain World headcanons or something

Honey is bright red and glows slightly, and due to the aggressive nature of the bees it's incredibly dangerous to collect without proper gear and training (also medieval beekeepers dyed the wicker basket looking parts of their masks light red for color coordination because it's cool)

Eggbug eggs are like caviar rather than chicken eggs

So are fire eggs but they're spicy and more delicate (and also way more expensive)

Popcorn is kind of an all-purpose plant food-wise; you can grind it into flour for baking and stuff, you can take off the kernels and season/butter them for a snack, the outer shell can be used to wrap things if you don't have monster kelp or pole plant leaves, etc

Speaking of which! Monster kelp and pole plants are both very common basic leafy vegetables (you need to be careful harvesting them though); monster kelp is more bitter and very slick, and pole plant leaves are sickly sweet (they're almost always boiled before consumption to dilute them) and very sticky and the "pole" part is mostly used as a seasoning

Glow weed is like if you took a watermelon and made the rind the thickness of apple peel or something, and it has a mild taste

Slime mold is like a marshmallow with nutrients and also it's not made from animal parts

There are a few types of eggs typically used for cooking and breakfasts; noodlefly eggs are the main ones due to them being a nice color and easy to collect if you know how, vulture eggs are the second most common because while they taste the best and have a natural saltiness to them they're really dangerous to collect, and miros bird eggs are the rarest because even though they taste good and are easy to cook they also have a slightly metallic aftertaste to them when prepared wrong (and also miros birds can't really be domesticated, which makes them way harder to collect than noodlefly eggs or vulture eggs)

The shells of cherrybomb thingies are fully edible, but if you try to eat the actual thingies your head will probably blow up

Centipedes are the main meat but instead of giving you salmonella or something when you eat them raw they'll either paralyze you if they're small or stop your heart instead if they're big! :D

Also they taste very different based on the type of centipede, age, and environment (there's probably things like "gourmet young centipedes imported from outer expanse!!!" or something

Bubble fruit is impossible to eat dry, but when you put it in water it's basically glow weed with way more flavor and a really hard seed in the center (i think it probably tastes best with iced mineral water)

You can actually use any liquid thin enough but that doesn't mean it's always good idea. Like you shouldn't put it in ramen broth why would you do that that would taste horrible (it probably tastes really good in other fruit juices though)

Rain deer are often kept as a basic general livestock since they produce both milk and wool And they can be ridden

And I can't think of anything else right now

[cygnetbrown]

Crafting a Stable Bucket Pantry

I fill buckets like this one with dry staple foods. I have a room filled with canned goods that I home-canned. Most of these were foods that I obtained locally, or we grew ourselves. In another location, I have buckets of staple foods, most of which will last me many months. Here is what I store in my stable dry food bucket pantry. Oatmeal- There’s nothing like a bowl of hot oatmeal in the…

[lithium80writer]

Bad Things (Eddie Munson Short Story)

⚠️Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Minors DNI. Toxic Relationship. Angst.⚠️

Summary: Modern AU. Rockstar Eddie. Nova Gray is a pop star and the on again/off again girlfriend of rockstar Eddie Munson. Both of them are at the height of their career. Fame and trouble follow these two everywhere they go. They both know they are no good for each other but can they stay away? Just a heads up that this will not be typical sweet Eddie. He's kind of an asshole. But a hot one.

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Characters and Intro, Chapter one, Chapter two, Chapter three, Chapter four

Chapter five: Playgirl

****So good that you can't explain it. What can I say? It's complicated.****

Nova's POV

You quietly tiptoe across the floor searching for your clothes. You get dressed quickly and grab his shirt from the floor. You bring it to your nose and inhale deeply before slipping it on over your bodysuit.

A mix of cigarettes, weed, and his favorite cheap cologne. He never upgraded, even after having all the money in the world. He said it reminded him of where he came from. It was a comforting smell to him. One that reminded him of home. And now one that reminded you of him.

You walk over to the bed and look at him. He's laying on his stomach, his arm sprawled across the place you just left. His face is pressed hard against the pillow. A small puddle of drool leaking onto his silk pillowcase. His untamed hair sticking up everywhere.

You wanted to wake him. Tell him goodbye. But you knew he would convince you to stay. One look from him and you practically melt into a fucking puddle. You settle for a light kiss to his cheek before heading out the door.

Back to reality. Back to Max. Fuck... Max. He's gonna hate me.

You grab your phone and wait in the lobby of Eddie's apartment building while you call Sal to come pick you up.

You scope the area outside for paparazzi and seeing no one around you swiftly make your way to the car. The last thing you need is being photographed outside his apartment.

"Two days, Ms. Gray?" Sal looks back at you with a raised eyebrow.

"I know, Sal." you groan as you lay your head back against the headrest.

"Um.. Ms. Gray.." he mumbles and you look at him confused.

He points to his neck and then back to you. "You might want to cover those?"

Shit. Eddie of course had completely ignored your request for 'no marks'. You were pretty sure he went overboard just because you asked him not to. You take your phone flipping the camera on yourself, inspecting the damage.

Jesus, Eddie.

Hickeys and bite marks littered your neck and shoulders, all the way down to your breasts.

"Can you take me to Chloe's?" you blush at Sal and he gives you a sympathetic look.

"Of course." he smiles at you before changing course.

After a few minutes Sal rolls up to the massive gates looking into the camera.

"Come on in, Sal." you hear one of Chloe's assistants crackle through the speaker as the gate swings open.

Chloe has always enjoyed nice things and her house proved that. You see the water fountain leading to a stone entryway. Beautiful pillars stand tall in the front of her home.

You slip out of the car and around to Sal's window. You try to hand him some extra cash, which he attempts to refuse. You lean in and kiss his cheek, dropping the folded bills into his suit pocket before heading inside.

You take in the grand foyer made of beautiful marble flooring leading to an elegant curved staircase embellished with gold leaf accents. The gourmet kitchen with an Italian cabinetry and marble countertops, covered with half empty bottles of different liquors.

Some of your best moments have been here. You and Eddie both. Wild nights, skinny dipping, dancing until the sun came up. Eddie's last birthday was also here. You could only remember small pieces of that night. But it was fun. You missed those days. Even though things weren't perfect. You always missed him.

As well as some of your most tender moments. Movie nights in her downstairs theater. Soft kisses in the hottub. Making use of almost every guest room she has.

Chloe was the first person you trusted in this crazy industry. While she enjoyed her fancy lifestyle she was also the realest person you knew. She was an actress, though she dabbled a bit in music and the two of you had clicked immediately. She was blunt, beautiful, and fierce. She wouldn't sugarcoat things to you. She always said what was on her mind. But she loved you regardless of what you did. She didn't judge you but she would tell you if you were being an idiot. Which was often. She was your best friend.

"Chlo?" you yell out as you make your way up the stairs. There's no answer so you continue on to her bedroom.

You hear moaning coming from behind the door and smirk.

"You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" Chloe purrs and you hear a breathless 'yes' followed by another moan.

This could take a while.

You quietly make your way back downstairs and head to one of her guest rooms heading for the shower. You grab some clothes and get changed before going to fix yourself a cup of tea.

You grab one of the blankets off the back of her couch and settle in flipping on the tv.

And there he is. A picture of Eddie pulled up on screen behind the host.

"Eddie Munson will be performing his new single 'Crazy Bitch' at the VMA's tomorrow night. As well as a duet with ex girlfriend, Nova Gray. We can't help but wonder if this new song happens to be about her as well, though the two both insist they're on good terms. Be sure to tune in tomorrow for their first reunion since the breakup. Well the first public reunion... I think we can all imagine what has gone down behind the scenes.." The girl winks at the camera and you quickly turn the tv off.

Jesus Christ.

You grab your phone just as you hear a cry from upstairs, signaling that Chloe got the job done.

I have to call him.

Your stomach twists as you find Max's name and see his bright smile on the screen.

"Nova?" he answers after the first ring.

"Hey.. Max I'm sorry, I was just.."

"Are you okay?" he cuts you off and you close your eyes pulling the furry blanket to your chin.

"I'm fine.. I'm sorry. I should have called." you whisper into the phone.

"So you've been at Chloe's then? She said you weren't feeling well." he says softly.

He knows. I know that he knows.

"Mhmm.. I'm feeling better though." you lie and you hear him sigh.

"Nova.. you can talk to me. You wouldn't ignore me for two days if you were with Chloe.."

You take a deep breath as you keep the phone pressed against your ear.

"I'm sorry, Max." you whisper softly.

"Are you coming home today?" he asks gently. There's no anger in his voice. Just a hint of sadness, making you feel even more guilty.

"Yes. I'll be there tonight." you reply as you chew on your lip nervously.

"Promise?" he presses.

"Promise." you say before hanging up. You toss your phone on the couch and look up to see a beautiful redhead making her way down the stairs. Chloe follows behind her in her robe.

"I'll call you, baby." she says as she walks her to the door. The girl smiles and kisses Chloe one more time before leaving. She shuts the door and makes her way over to you immediately.

"Fuck, Nova. Munson really did a number on your neck." Chloe observes as she plops down next to you. You lift the blanket and she slides in next to you, her head resting on your shoulder.

"I don't know what to do, Chloe." you admit softly.

"Have you seen Max yet?" she asks and you shake your head.

"I came straight here. But he knows.." you lean in closer and Chloe wraps her arm around you.

"Well you know I have plenty of space if he kicks your slutty ass out." Chloe jokes and you laugh as you nudge her softly.

"I love you." you mumble and she kisses the top of your head.

"I love you, too."

Eddie's POV

You wake up and immediately feel the loss of her next to you. She's gone. Two nights with her and once again you can't fucking think straight.

You roll over and reach for your pack of smokes grabbing your phone and immediately seeing Nova on your lock screen.

Your phone starts ringing and you see your manager's name pop up.

Decline.

You hear your front door open and Jimmy comes into your room a seconds later.

"Remind me why I gave you keys?" you grumble as he walks over.

"Cover your dick up, Munson. We have a photoshoot today, remember?"

"I'm not going. Cancel it." you say as you pull the covers over your head.

"Nope. Not today. How many times have I told you to stop having her over? I lose you every time. Put on your big boy pants and let's go." Jimmy insists. "Or wear nothing.. it's the playgirl shoot after all."

You sit up suddenly. "That's today?" you smirk and Jimmy shakes his head with a laugh.

"That's today. Now come on, let's go." he rushes as he throws a pair of jeans your way.

The playgirl shoot. Nothing but naked Eddie Munson... and maybe a few naked girls. Nova always hated the idea before. She was a little jealous.. Well more than a little. But she left this morning. Back to sweet little Max. I'm not Max. He would never do a shoot like this. But he's not Eddie Munson.

*******

"Fuck...that feels good, baby. Can you go a little deeper?" you look down at the photographer and she nods as she slowly takes you deeper into her throat.

"Mmm.. that's it.. you look so good on your knees." you praise her and she moans onto your cock as she begins picking up speed.

The shoot went well and you were excited to see Nova's reaction once she saw that you had gone through with it.

You grip the girl's blonde hair as you pressed down slightly.

I know. No business with pleasure. But that doesn't apply to me. Never has.

She gags on your length before sucking back to the tip. "You're so big." she pants breathlessly.

I know.

"Is it too much, sweetheart? We can stop if you can't handle it." you tease and she shakes her head quickly.

"No.. no I want to." she looks up at you and flutters her eyelashes before taking you back in her mouth. This is taking too long. Her gag reflex is really kicking in.

"Give me your hand." you reach out and she places her hand in yours. You spit in her palm and lead her hand to your cock. You wrap your fingers around hers and begin stroking.

"There we go.. just like that.." you toss your head back as she begins to use her hand and mouth together.

She flattens her tongue, licking the length of your cock with every bob of her head. Your eyes shut as you focus on the pleasure, trying to push out the constant thoughts of Nova.

"I'm close.. I'm close, baby.." you groan and she speeds up even more, working quickly to get you to your peak. You feel your muscles tighten and you push her head down hard as your cum shoots into her throat.

She struggles to swallow your load and you look down seeing your cum on the side of her mouth. Her eyes are wet with tears. You reach down and wipe away a tear that escaped with your thumb.

"We were gonna send you the first copy before it gets released. Does that sound good?" the girl says casually as she stands, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

"Actually, if you could send it here. Thank you, sweetheart." you scribble down Nova's address and give the girl a wink before disappearing.

Nova's POV

You slide your key into the lock and open the door gently. Max is sitting at the island with a glass of whiskey in front of him.

You and Chloe had done your best to cover Eddie's love bites with makeup. But it didn't matter. It didn't change anything.

You walk over to him and sit next to him on the barstool. He looks up and meets your eyes as he takes a small sip of his drink.

"Nova, I don't know what you want from me." Max starts. "I try to be good to you. I've always been kind to you. But it's always him.. he's not good for you. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes." you whisper as your eyes fill with tears. Seeing him face to face hurts. His soft brown eyes look into yours. You can see the defeat in them.

"If you want to ruin your life, Nova. I can't stop you. But I've seen it all. I've seen how bad things get between you two. I care about you.. you know that I care about you, right?" Max turns and takes my hands in his.

"I care about you, too." you whisper as a tear falls from your eyes.

And I do care about him. None of this is fair to him. But he's not Eddie. Why do I only want Eddie?

Masterlist 🖤

[steddiejudas]

STWG Daily Drabble 9/25/23

prompt: making a meal

Eddie never really learned to cook. With the salary he and Wayne live on, he’s used to heating up cans of soup, Spaghettios, maybe some toast if he’s feeling like a gourmet. But Steve, damn, the man can make a meal. The first time Steve cooked for him, Eddie thought he’d died and gone to food heaven, promptly passing out on the couch with his boyfriend and a full belly as soon as they finished eating. Eddie wishes he could return the favor, but he’s pretty sure canned tomato soup and burnt grilled cheese sandwiches don’t equate to braised pork chops, rosemary roast potatoes, and homemade rolls. 

Tonight Steve is making Eddie’s favorite. Penne alla vodka with homemade garlic bread. Eddie doesn’t typically consider himself an overly emotional person, but as he sits in the kitchen watching Steve hum to himself and grate fresh parmesan, he could cry. 

“What’s wrong babe?” Steve asks, concern lacing his beautiful features. 

“Nothing, angel. I just love you.”

“I love you too, Eds.” Steve sets the cheese grater down and walks around the island to curl into Eddie’s embrace, leaving little kisses on the sensitive spot behind Eddie’s ear. Steve loves to kiss that spot, teasing giggles out of Eddie’s pretty lips. “But seriously,” he whispers, “You’ve got your thinking face on.”

Eddie sighs, easing into the warmth of Steve. “You always spend so much time cooking for me while I just sit here and watch. I feel bad.”

“Don’t feel bad! I love cooking for you, I thought you knew that.”

“I did! I mean, I do. I just wish I could return the favor.”

“You return other favors,” Steve says with a wink. 

Eddie groans. “Steve, that was horrible.”

“Sorry.” Steve leaves one last kiss, featherlight and promising on Eddie’s cheek before pulling away. “If you want to help, I can show you some things.”

A splitting smile erupts over Eddie’s features, nodding enthusiastically as he jumps up to help. 

“Alright, I'm almost done with the sauce, but you can get the bread ready. Can you mince up some garlic while I melt the butter in a saucepan?”

“Yes chef,” Eddie quips, giving Steve a little two finger salute. He makes quick work of chopping up the garlic the way he’s seen Steve do it countless times and throws it in with the melted butter. “Okay, now what?” 

“Now we turn the heat down and let the flavor infuse for a couple minutes. Like making edibles.”

“Alright,” Eddie says. “Like edibles then.”

It only takes about 20 minutes after Eddie adds in his own ingredient and pushes the concoction through a cheesecloth for the butter to firm back up to spreadable over the still soft loaf of french bread Steve was keeping in the warming drawer. They plate up their meal and eat at the table, smiling at each other through flickering candlelight, conversation flowing easily between them. They finish and Eddie gets up to clear their plates. 

“Uh, Eddie?” Steve asks from his seat at the table. 

“Yes my love?”

“I think I’m high? No, definitely high. Why am I high?”

“Stevie you said… like edibles? Was that not? Did you not mean to add weed to the butter?”

“Eddie… no.”

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry.” And then it hits Eddie too and, oh shit, yeah, he added wayyy too much. Which means it’s only a matter of time before Steve–

“It’s okay. You can make it up to me right now. Upstairs.”

“You frisky little freak.”

“What can I say?” Steve winks, running towards his bedroom. “I learned from the best.”

[just-late-roman-republic-things]

Roman politicians in food service.

Cassius: Fired for attempting to overthrow the Burger King and establish a Burger Republic.

Caesar: Mistaken for shift manager because he actually enjoys talking to customers. Everyone thought he was on cocaine but he’s actually just Like That, which is somehow even more concerning.

Clodius: Fired for driving away customers by cosplaying as Ronald McDonald.

Milo: Fired for leaving ketchup graffiti death threats on the nearby Wendy’s.

Antony: Has been stealing one item of furniture every two months to slowly furnish his own apartment. Stuck his dick in the ice cream machine once.

Pompey: Tries to get the others to call him Big Mac. #2 best burger seller in the empire. The #1 seller has been placed in the witness protection program.

Crassus: Came in to shoot an episode of Undercover Boss only to hear all the employees talking shit about him.

Cicero: Managed to fix the "oddly sticky” ice cream machine before the health inspector came and never shuts up about it.

Gaius Gracchus: Is sincerely attempting to unionize the employees but keeps getting mistaken for a spy from management.

Catiline: Perpetual dishwasher. Not allowed near the knives. Plotting to kill Cicero for never shutting up about the ice cream machine.

Bibulus: The actual shift manager, but most people forget he’s there. The restaurant no longer has a playground after he got stuck in one of the tunnels.

Octavian: The manager’s teenage nephew who became much more polite after Antony locked him in the walk-in freezer.

Agrippa: Never actually hired; just showed up, acted like he was supposed to be there, and by the time he “updated his info for payroll” no one questioned it because he’s more productive than everyone else combined.

Lucullus: Skilled cook who attempts to “freshen up” the menu with gourmet items no one orders. Only reason he hasn’t been fired is because his pot pies are widely considered the best in town. The secret ingredient is weed.

Cato the Younger: Gets stuck with cleaning the bathrooms every night. Sends in complaints about his coworkers that go straight to the trash pile because somehow, despite their lunacy, this is the highest-grossing restaurant in the chain.

[tomatoluvr69]

If you are in your late teens or early twenties heed my warning. Smoking weed may seem awesome and you can continue to do it, I don’t care. This warning is specifically about getting surrounded by stoners and smoking SO much weed that you have to more or less quit by your mid-late twenties. Why, you might ask?? Because you will finally arrive in a scenario in which you are able to create the most delicious treats known to man and you will want to eat them while you’re high. I smoked too much in my college dorm in 2018 when I only had fiber one brownies and unflavored seaweed snack packs and like an old dining hall pb&j wrapped in naught but a recycled napkin to eat. And now that weed makes me feel like a boiling skeleton I’ve got the entire setup to make massaman curries and gourmet pizzas and pastas and tteokbokki and all sorts of insane delicious foods from scratch sighhhhhhhhhhhhh

[jess-the-reckless]

It's funny how Good Omens energy leaks over into my original work sometimes. I don't do the filing-off-the-serial-numbers thing with fanfic because it's way too much work. I prefer to create stuff from scratch because I'm a huge control freak, but you wouldn't be wrong if you thought lanky, redhaired, hot-headed disaster Rory Crouse from Almost the One wasn't partly based on another gangly red-headed disaster. And no, it's probably no accident that he ended up with a chubby, sensible-yet-fussy gourmet love interest in the shape of Zafir. The book was actually inspired by watching too many old episodes of Kitchen Nightmares while working out, so I definitely didn't set out to write something that felt slightly AU adjacent. But it happened anyway.

Now it feels like I've got another Crowley incursion on my hands. I've had this idea for a long time, involving two women and a man. At first it was like the first woman and the man were going to ride off into the sunset, while the second woman returned to an uncertain future with her on-off girlfriend. Trouble is, I don't like her girlfriend (think she needs a new one) and she could do better, like getting in on the happily-ever-after with the other two.

She's a fun character, a tomboy type who always has weed, but often acts as the voice of reason. Out of the three main characters she was probably the least developed, but as I flesh her out the more certain I am that she has great legs, and red hair, not much in the way of cup size, and definitely looks good in a turtleneck...

Yeah. I'm going with it. I like her like that.