#Granny Sage

[jhsharman]

Turtle Power

"Silly girls" is deemed okay versus "stupid girls". Obnoxious relationship either way.

The former coloring scheme has the benefit of laying out seaweed and swamp gunk. Now watch the date and consider its relationship to the year of publication, either 1964 or 2004.

Makes more sense for an old reclusive woman to have been around in 1893 in one year than the other year. I suppose there is no reason to dump it to 1933 -- even as a reference to a fair moves from being a historic one and Chicago's coming out party to being some generic fair and presumably her dad now bought a small forty year turtle -- maybe a 40th anniversary commemoration of the Chicago World Fair?

... So... Sixty years ...

Or, running up into the narrative of time lost from granny. Little Archie watches no shows about World War 2 any more.

"Let my turtle go" is good in its brevity but makes for an interesting conscious choice to extend past its declaration given it is a reference to a spiritual connecting the story of Moses and the Israelites with African American slavery. I am reminded of seeing it in the early 1990s used in a public service ad in regarding pet animal abandonment and finding it... out of place. Though, the Wikipedia page on "Go Down Moses" offers up more irreverent reference examples -- Ferris Bueller and Easy A.

[aeshnacyanea2000]

Granny Weatherwax’s famous goose-grease-and-sage chest liniment. This didn’t make you fly and see visions, but it did prevent colds, if only because the distressing smell that developed around about the second week kept everyone else so far away you couldn’t catch anything from them.

-- Terry Pratchett - Witches Abroad

[national-hockey-gay]

the fun part about having disabilities that are genetic is that instead of learning sage worldly information from my granny, she’s teaching me all the remedies she uses to soothe her chronic pain

[lucentborn]

{: Tag Dump ; AFK Journey :}

{: Bryon :}- Evergreen Sentinel {: Lorsan :}- Wind Whisperer {: Lyca :}- Keeper of Glades {: Granny Dahnie :}- Forest Guardian {: Arden :}- Oak Sage {: Eomir :}- Thorned Sage {: Parisa :}- Ode to Flowers {: Kafra :}- Gale Rider {: Damian :}- Woody Wonder {: Hewynn :}- Tender Leaf {: Florabelle :}- Blooming Maiden {: Merlin :}- The Great Mage

[patheticfrogarchive]

Oh life update for all of my fans I had to say goodbye to two of my baby girls the last few months :(((((

Kirby and Sage u will always be the best little cunts out there and we all miss u sm 😭😭😭

[sage-makes]

And so begins another blanket project

[valwrote]

stressed!alhaitham who is in a stinky mood ever since nahida gave him the job of acting grand sage. ft. fem!reader aka the bootiful bean reading this.

mentions of alhaitham's granny (rip)

I chose my next victim of choice to be alhaitham regarding my impulsive ideas since I can't write a full blow fic rn. I hope there are still people who like this guy.

right??

"Uh oh, it is going to rain." one of the vendors muttered.

"Certaintly is. We better pack up. What idiot would want to stay in the cold rain?" Another muttered as everyone started to hurry and pack up.

Soon the pitter patter drowned out the rest of the noises.

The sky was cloudy with a hue of blueish gray bringing a solemn atmosphere with it. The gloomyness engulfed the city of Sumeru. Alhaitham sat alone on a bench, hunched up. Guess he was the idiot to sit in the rain.

He could hear people whispering, muttering to themselves at the sight of him as they walked by, holding their umbrellas. Some running towards shelter. Alhaitham paid no mind to them, he was busy with his problems.

He never imagined that he would go from having a simple job of the Scribe of the Akademiya who could relax and reject applications left and right to becoming the Acting Grand Sage.

On paper the title does seem like an important position but nobody told the reality of the job and the tsunami of paperwork that came with it. Being hunched up in an office chair and burying your face in a mountain of petty queries and complaints was enough to drive a person crazy.

"Acting Grand Sage...what a joke." He bitterly chuckled as the rain dampened his clothes more and more. All he wanted was to save his 9 to 5 job and the people of his country. He didn't expect to be appointed as the administrator of an entire nation.

He recalled Nahida trying to persuade him into agreeing to the post.

"No pressure or anything!" Nahida told the taller male. "I don't wish to force you. I just thought that you are so smart, capable and reliab-"

"Okay."

"Huh?" Nahida stared at him blankly. She thought that it would take a lot more buttering to get Alhaitham to agree. She didn't think it would be this easy.

"If it is what the Archon wants, I'll do it." He bowed out of respect. Nahida marveled at his gesture before smiling.

"Thank you."

Yet this job made him almost, almost, pity Azar.

Well in the heat of the moment, he said yes. Alhaitham was a rational thinker, yet this was probably the one rational decision he was regretting at the moment, amidst the cold rain. Some trivial matter always came breaking down his door.

Should he just run away? No, he couldn't bear to run away from his home. Perhaps a vacation? No, nobody was competent in his eyes to take his place. Moreover if he leaves, who will collect Kaveh's due rent? Even worse if Kaveh burns down his house in his absence! Maybe a change of pace would be nice. A small window of escape from his life of humbug.

Such worries clouded his thoughts which he snapped out of after someone touched his shoulder. "I am sorry, I don't mean to pry but are you okay? Why are you sitting in this rain?" You asked him.

"No reason." He replied curtly.

"Oh okay." You didn't feel like pushing him forward to tell you more. Most people ignored him and walked past him but for some reason you chose to stay, much to his dismay. You stood their for a brief minute before turning around to walk away only to get cut off by a sound.

Grumble

That caught your attention as you turned around to see Alhaitham averted his gaze with the tips of his ears turning red from embarrassment. He wasn't a man with much words but his stomach certainly didn't stay quiet.

"Are you hungry?" "...yes."

Alhaitham wasn't the one to play pretend. He simply succumbed to his hunger. You walked back towards him and take a seat beside him. He didn't seem to object your actions and stared at you as your fingers unwrapped a packet containing pita pockets.

"Let's share! Nothing better than some pipin' hot food to lighten one's mood!" You smiled and offered him some. He could feel the warm gush of air from the steaming food hitting him the face.

They smelled nice. How long has it been since he sat down and ate a hot meal? When was the last time he cooked for himself. As a child, his grandma would always take care of him, listen to his problems and make sure he would eat his fill. His grandma's cooking was a distant memory for him. He couldn't help but feel a bit grateful.

Yet he still managed to burn his tongue. "Slow down! You don't want to singe your tongue now, do you?" You warned him as he hissed at the burning sensation. However that didn't stop him from continuing to eat. He was hungry, alright.

You both silently sat under the comfort of one umbrella. "So, bad day?" You started. "Yes." "Hm, everyone has one of those. It is okay."

He remained quiet, while chewing. He didn't talk much for someone who was a linguistic scholar. How ironical. For Alhaitham, this food tasted warm, it tasted like home. It was made with love, care and time, unlike those stale delicacies you get around cafeterias.

"Thank you. That was- nice." He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"He really devoured 3/4th of it." You gaped at the box. "Have you not eaten at all?" You raised the question.

"Well, I see no reason to not share with you just a little bit..." he murmured to himself.

"No, with the amount of work- I haven't been focusing much on food." Alhaitham settled on that answer. Neither giving too much away nor upsetting the stranger infront of him.

"Well then how about I cook for you? I work at the Pushpa Cafe. You can drop by anytime for a meal." You suggested as he raised his brows.

"And make my wallet empty in less than a week? I'll pass." He sarcastically remarked. Definitely a tough nut to crack.

"No! I don't care about money. I care about feeding people. What makes a chef is passion to cook and serve others, not a capitalist mindset." You huffed in annoyance. He seemed skeptical at your statement earning a sigh from you.

"Taking help isn't bad. You gotta lean onto people sometimes! It's completely okay and normal, y'know?" You continued, trying to get him to believe you and how you were being genuine.

That sent him into deep thought. After a few minutes he spoke up, "very well. I'll take up your offer. Better than eating my roommates "food" which might poison me." He concluded as you chuckled at how nonchalant he was.

"Alright! I'll see you later or whenever you choose to drop by!" You chime and hand him the rest of the pita pockets. "Eat well. Oh! And have this" you held out the umbrella for him to take.

"But what about you?" He asked with slight worry.

"Oh my house is just down the road, if I run fast enough, I'll be fine!" You reassured him and ran away, covering yourself with your arms.

He watched you run away, the warmth of the pita pocket on his palms. Who knew a stranger with an umbrella could make the remaining part of his day just a bit better? Alhaitham couldn't help but smile a little.

People enter someone's life for one reason or the other. Alhaitham wanted to run away. No, he just wanted a vacation. Perhaps he just needed a change of pace.

This was his change of pace.

a/n : oh my god- this is probably worse than the first draft I wrote because I accidentally deleted it- ughh. But it is okay 😤

alhaitham just needs a break lmao

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[adrianasunderworld]

TwstxStardew Valley au!

Yuu inherited the Ramshackle farm from their grandfather. It's located in the little town of Night Raven in the Valley of Sages. Shortly after moving in, they find a cat called Grim. Now it's up to Yuu to restore the farm and town to it's former glory. All the characters are the townsfolk, all the staff are the ones that run the local businesses, and Crowley is the mayor. And all the students are the marriage candidates.

Sam runs the general store, but unlike Pierre he's pretty cool. Vargas is the blacksmith. Trien is the librarian, and his cat hangs out amongst the shelves. Crewel I was thinking we have a new business that is the local clothing store where you can buy the bag upgrade from him and instead of the sewing machine being in Emily's house, it's in the shop. So all that stuff would be in one place.

Kalim as the resident animal lover I can see being the one that sells you your farm animals. Maybe his business is a branch of his parents much larger business that he runs and Jamil is his employee.

I feel like it goes without saying that Idia is the Sebastian here. He's the freelance programmer living in his parents basement, and Ortho Is his kid brother you see running around town that always tells Yuu about how cool his brother actually is.

Silver lives with his veteran dad in their little cottage in the woods outside your farm, they like living off the land out there. I can also see Lilia and Baul as the ones that run the adventurers guild. Maybe the Zigvolt family dental clinic is also in town and Sebek works there. And in that same vein, maybe Mrs. Rosehearts is the town doctor and her son, Riddle, is her assistant. She's planned everything out that Riddle will become a doctor like her and take over the clinic one day.

Epel is still a farm boy here, it feels right, he's in his element in this au. The Felmiers run an orchard on the opposite side of town. His granny used to know your grandpa, and maybe Farmer Yuu can buy fruit tree saplings from them.And of course get a good price on the apple ones.

Deuce is the former town delinquent that lives with his single mom. He's doing his best to turn their life around, he grew out of his old ways and wants to do better. I can see his heart events being about people assuming he's going to cause trouble because of his old habits and Deuce having to prove he's not that little teenage punk anymore. And instead of Idia/Sebastian, Deuce is the one that takes you on the motorcycle date if you romance him.

Mostro Lounge is the equivalent of the Stardrop Saloon, and Azul is th owner with the tweels working for him.

Malleus I can see being the one that lives in the wizard tower in the woods outside your farm. He's studied magic all his life because it's all he's ever known. But he wants very badly to interact with the town and the villagers, but everyone tends to stay away. The only exceptions being Lilia, Silver, and Sebek. That is until Yuu moves in and discovers his tower, and once Malleus helps them understand the Juiminos in the community center, they become better friends.

@mangacupcake @marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind

[hybryda]

First are the past Champions... I still have to get Link's champion tunic so here he is, together with Zelda in some Royal garb. We have 2 for sure adults here, not so bad.

Next is current Champions sort of? We have one confirmed adult, one child and I consider both Yunobo and Sidon young adults. So technically 3 adults! Getting better : D

Time for past Sages, or wielders of Secret Stones + Link in Charged set to match them all.Could be 6 or 7 Adults. Like I'm not sure about Ruta, Zora Sage but the rest? Clearly Adults

And lastly, current Sages. One granny and 2 adults and 3 young adults. Though I always think as Mineru being the main caretaker of the group X"D No wonder she left after X"D Teba was probably also glad he was replaced with Tulin. Too old for this X"D ___

So here You have it, promised high comparisons between races :>

[maireyart]

Good Memories, Yours and Mine

A little illustrated drabble for @kakashiweek Rating: G Day 4: Any AU. Post-war. Obito could tell getting used to this version of him wasn’t an easy task for Kakashi, but their awkward attempts at being friendly seemed like a good start. Twice they’d found common ground, and twice it had ended in parting soon after; if not for the Sage’s mercy and jutsu mastery, they wouldn’t be strolling the streets of Suna now, during a small break between court sessions. Getting in sync had felt natural in the midst of battle, but getting along in the thick mire of post-war stagnation turned out to be way more difficult.

Frankly, Obito still barely recognized himself; self-restoration was a work in progress. He hadn’t associated what he saw in the mirror with “Uchiha Obito” for a good deal of years, but now he sometimes absently wondered if his real self could still be seen through the battle-weary shell of his body or the grim lines on his face. Only the eyes seemed the same – dark, restless, and brooding, the Sharingan sealed away.

But apparently grannies could sense something regardless. They’d always clung to the lively boy he’d been, and when an old lady tugged at his sleeve and asked if he could carry her enormous suitcase up a flight of stairs (which were abundant in Suna), Obito got lost in the feeling of déjà-vu. It took him a few moments to process her words, and then he silently fulfilled the request under Kakashi’s amused stare. He knew one thing for sure: grannies’ intuition never lies. If that Suna lady approached him, then perhaps he did have something of the former Obito in his aura again; a tiny flicker of warmth only a perceptive person could notice.

“There was a time when I couldn’t stand your granny-related excuses. But now they’re good memories,” Kakashi commented with a lilt in his voice when Obito returned. “But I… I didn’t leave you any good memories, did I? If I did, it might have…”

Obito sighed. “You probably did,” he admitted quietly, “but they were few. Very few. And poisoned by what – what followed later…” It was a precipice they’d been hovering on for quite a while but couldn’t jump into just yet, so he made a mental step back and clutched onto a tiny vision that twinkled like a firefly in the dark mess of his mind. “Oh! Remember the day when you helped me with granny Hiroko’s errand? You were so nervous we’d be late for some stupid team training with some stupid invited specialists that you sank to my level just to make sure I’d be on time.”

“Uhuh. We ended up being late together anyway, only appearing after they’d left. An unforgettable event,” came the light-hearted response, and then Kakashi giggled. It was the strangest sound in the universe.

“‘Criminally negligent irresponsibility in time of war,’” Obito quoted Sandaime’s words mockingly. “For once I wasn’t the only one being scolded. And you actually enjoyed running that errand with me – don’t tell me you didn’t. You didn’t even chastise me after. And maybe you even snickered under that mask of yours when Sensei, pale and fidgety, tried his best to explain your ‘degradation’ and my bad influence on you to his superiors.”

“True, I was smiling,” Kakashi let out slowly, lost in the memory. “Their faces were funny.”

“Took you a long time to admit it.”

“Took me a long time to change.” He hummed and closed his eyes in delight. “Besides, granny Hiroko’s eggplants were tasty.”

Obito couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh, really?” They had been ninja, and fighters, and soldiers, but sometimes they had been just kids.

***

(They were late for the court session; Tsunade was outraged by the irresponsibility (something familiar, huh) and gave them an earful, but both of them were only smiling...) _____________________ Huge thanks to @professor-of-naruto for proofreading, but I've changed 1/3 of the text since then, so I might have "enriched" it with new mistakes 😁 And huge thanks to @cool-thymus for the title idea and all the fun we had discussing this AU!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

✨ Blog Event!! ✨

Night Raven College cordially extends an invitation to you, the family members of those in our student body.

Come to NRC for Family Day!! Tour the historical campus, meet our esteemed faculty, pay a visit to your beloved children and maybe leave a generous donation on your way out; we happily accept cash, credit, and checks!

The family members of NRC’s students have landed in Sage’s Island for this special school event!! This is your chance to interact with them ✨

From now until the 14th of May (Mother’s Day) 11:59 pm EST, the inbox is open to NRC Family Day requests~

Just submit dialogue or an interaction with the family member of your choice! I’ll write an in-character response to your ask.

This isn’t limited to just family member and reader/self insert/Yuu interactions!! You can also request interactions between family members (Mama Spade and Lilia Silver’s Dad, Cheka and the Clover Siblings, etc), between family members and a TWST boy; whether related or not (Papa Zigvolt and Sebek, or Mama Rosehearts and Trey, etc), and between family members and NRC Staff (Crowley and Papa Asim, etc).

2 family members maximum per interaction!! (TWST boys, NRC Staff, and Reader/Self-Insert/Yuu do not count toward this number.)

Please avoid interactions that amount to asking family members for their approval to date/marry the boy of your choice; I’m restricting this kind of interaction because I worry it will otherwise be the bulk of the writing requests, and I don’t want to write similar responses again and again.

Don’t act rudely/violently toward any family members!! I know Mama Rosehearts and a few others are particularly disliked, but don’t go out of your way to fight them. (Sarcastic and snarky remarks are still fair game though, just don’t go too overboard!)

Don’t give parenting advice! The ones most likely to receive it probably won’t take it to heart.

All other blog rules still apply! (This means no OCs, no NSFW, avoiding certain topics, etc.)

The available family members to interact with are (This list does not include ALL known family members. I mainly included those with enough characterization to write, but I did also try to include at least 1 family member per boy):

Mama Rosehearts / Big Bro Trappola / Mama Spade / Clover Parents / Younger Clover Siblings / Older Diamond Sisters / Falena Kingscholar (with Kifaji at his side) / Cheka Kingscholar / Granny Bucchi / Younger Howl Siblings / Mama Ashengrotto / Stepdad Ashengrotto / Mama Leech / Papa Leech / Papa Asim / Younger Asim Siblings / Viper Parents / Najma Viper / Eric Venue / Hunt Family yes, they’re a hivemind / Marja Felmier / Papa Shroud / Maleficia Draconia they didn’t forget to invite her / Lilia Silver’s Dad / Mama Zigvolt / Papa Zigvolt / Baal Zigvolt

***NOTE: Though I will do my best to stay true to canon, we aren’t given the same amount of information for every possible family member. This means that I will have to take creative liberties with the interpretations of some characters, such as the Maleficia’s personality or how the family members may look.

Please also be aware that as new TWST content comes out, my portrayals may become outdated or inaccurate!!***

[fisbybaconey]

Miitopia With Gustavo! 10 July (Gus Brothers(and Bernard..) Reunited!!)

...So? What happened Before?

Gustavo, once a mere traveller, now given a quest to save a nearby town after PizzaHead the Dark Lord had stolen their faces. With the heirloom God's power and her brother's company, would they succeed to return the townsfolk's faces? We'll see about that...

Sounds like someone's knocking this early morning. But who?

Ah, so that was Gus's second brother, Stephen. Everyone gladly welcomes him with open arms

Now, its time for more rescue. Today is going to be smooth and joyous, it seems...Or maybe not..It looks like PizzaHead came to confront them once again..

As Gustavo thought he will blasted by him, something destroys the dark beam. who is it? Where is it from?

.

Some travelling Mage had helped Gus, and its..

T H E G R E A T S A G E G E R O M E

Oh! what a wondrous coincidence! If the Great Sage wasnt there, Gus will be done for!! It looks like Gerome quite impressed with our protagonist's strength...what a pity that he couldn't look for long...

Even the other is impressed at Gerome

this time the party had stayed on an Inn. What thyre been up to this time?

..mm, oh well...

Ah, someone else wanted to join? and its a chef? things getting good, it seems!

They shortly set off for another rescue, this time they met a monster rock!

Good news! its a piece of cake!! or maybe...sort of??

(i would say thats was horrendous..)

okay! another adventure! let see who is in need of help?

Great thing is, that vermin is easier to beat down than that rock thing!

rude abit, eh?

and please consider your friend, Marc. You're dying as we speak!!

(anyway, BON VOYAGE!! to their last destination!)

Firstly greeted by PizzaHead? its quite uncalled for! anyway, lets save this poor Granny Pizza!

According to the game, this only took 12 turn to defeat her, but i think it was more..is it beacuse of constant usage of SafeSpot? Anyway, atleast we won this battle!!

Now, with Gustavo's party had retrieved all faces in GreenHorne, its up to them to report this back to mayor John! Although, they also caught wind of bad news...

all they need to do next is go to the castle..but first, let's take a break...

(picking @luigigirl12 as Amiibo NPC. But Too bad, cannot change the clothes of this NPC tho..it wouldve been better if she wears Luigi costume tho. Apparently Citra Emulator could use Amiibo normally but i dont even have one. i heard Amiibo gives costumes for miitopia lol)

also, Gustavo's hc design and other OCs is by @cutechan555

[geekthefreakout]

The GaaNaru Letters (Part 4/?)

Part 3 Part 1

Note: It has always bothered me that Gaara didn't actually get to see Naruto during the Sasuke Retrieval Arc. Since this is an epistolary fic, I'm going to keep to that, but I will be fudging ever so slightly by having Naruto still be unconscious by the time the Sand Sibs have to leave the village.

Dear Gaara,

Bushy Brows told me you saved him. I wanted to thank you for that. I wish I could have thanked you in person.

Sincerely, Naruto Uzumaki

Uzumaki Naruto,

I went to see you, but you were still unconscious. My siblings and I needed to return to the Sand village quickly. I am sorry that your mission was not successful. I was, however, glad to see that Rock Lee was in fighting shape. You were right about him.

I wish you were right about Sas Did he hur Are you alright?

Sincerely, Gaara of the Sand

Dear Gaara,

I heal quick, so I'll be fine. And yeah, Bushy Brows really recovered well, didn't he? Did you know that he wasn't supposed to be there at all? He snuck out after us. That bone guy was keeping me from Sasuke, and then Bushy Brows swooped in and was all like "I HAVE THE POWER OF YOUTH!" and let me go on ahead.

He could have died if you weren't there, he wasn't supposed to be fighting yet. So thank you again. And thank your brother and sister. They saved Shikamaru and Kiba. Neji and Chouji were in pretty bad shape too. All of them kept telling me to go ahead, to go after Sasuke, because I was the one who could get him back.

Except I wasn't, was I? I did everything I could, but in the end I wasn't strong enough. Everyone had faith in me for once. For once everyone was believing in me, and I failed.

You were right about Sasuke. About his eyes. The way he looked at me, like he hated me... He never looked at me like that before. He's so lost, Gaara. He didn't even seem to care that Orochimaru-bastard just wants him for his body. He didn't care about anything but his hate.

I have to get stronger so I can smack some sense into him. I'm going to be training with Pervy-Sage... WHENEVER HE COMES BACK!!! He told me he'd train me and then he disappeared. What a jerk. Probably doing some pervy research for his pervy books.

I know you've gotten stronger since we fought-- Bushy Brows told me that you basically turned the whole place where you fought into a desert! How did you make so much sand? That has to be more than what is in your gourd. Isn't it heavy?

I have to go, Granny Tsunade is about to finally let me out of the hospital. I'd be at home already, but she tied me to the bed!! Can you believe that?

Sincerely, Naruto

Naruto,

It's not your fau You're already str I'm worr I am glad that my siblings and I were of service to your friends. The Leaf and the Sand are allies now, and it is my hope that we stay that way.

I created a lot of sand, but not a desert's worth- that would be a tremendous task, even for me. The way I do it is by feeding my own sand from my gourd into the ground, where it crushes the rocks and minerals there to create more sand. The sand I create is not as strong as what I carry with me, as it is not as infused with my chakra, but it serves its purpose well enough. I wish I was able to clean it up after the battle-- unfortunately that quantity of sand will have a deleterious effect on local plant life.

The gourd is heavy, but I am used to the weight. It feels stranger to me if I am not carrying it.

Uchiha Sasuke is a fool to is lost, yet you want to persist in saving him. Did he hurt y Is he wor He is fortunate in that regard. You say that Orochimaru wants him for his body-- what does that mean? Did you ever tell him about Kyuubi?

I hope you are well. I am certain the Hokage had a reason to tie you to the bed. Perhaps she will do the same for Rock Lee. He was not as fast on the battlefield as he once was. I know that this is my fault, but if he is to recover fully surely he will have to listen to his healer.

Sincerely, Gaara of the Desert

Dear Gaara,

Hey, you called me Naruto! Usually it's all "Uzumaki Naruto" or something. I'm glad. We're friends, so we don't have to be so polite, you know?

You keep using these big words. I needed Iruka-sensei to tell me how to even SAY "deleterious"! But don't worry about that. Plants are tough, you know? They usually figure out how to stay alive. I keep lots of plants in my place, and sometimes if I'm gone on a long mission they might get lonely, or not have enough water, or when I was younger I forgot to put them in the right light. But they twisted and found the sun on their own! Do you have plants? They're good to talk to when you're lonely. They always listen. And I like helping them grow.

Orochimaru is a freak. I think he kinda wants to take over Sasuke's body? Like how he took your dad's. He wants Sasuke's eyes.

I never told Sasuke. There was never a good time, you know? Anyway, I think Sasuke knows by now. Orochimaru knew. And I kinda. I don't know. Lost control when we were fighting. It was weird. I haven't talked to anyone about it, but I guess you would understand.

I've felt the fox before, and I've used his power before. But it's never been like that. I was in control but not at the same time, you know? It made me stronger. And it healed me some after Sasuke ki I was hurt. But it felt dangerous too. It freaked Sasuke out, I think.

Granny Tsunade is just being paranoid. I heal fast! I've been ready to get out of here for DAYS, she just tied me up for no reason. You might be right about Bush Brows, though.

Sincerely, Naruto

[hachama]

This is one of my comfort foods. There's only 4 ingredients, plus cooking oil and time.

Sweet onions, yellow potatoes, granny Smith apples, and either sausage or bacon. I used chicken sausage.

1. Add oil to a pan over medium heat. Chop onions.

Add the onions to the pan.

2. While the onions start to cook, wash and cube the potatoes. Add them to the pan when the onions have started to get a little color.

Yeah, like that.

Mix in the potatoes.

Little yellow cubes. Delicious.

3. Peel and chop the apples. Set them aside.

4. Put another pan, with a splash of oil, over medium heat. Chop up the sausage/ bacon/ protein and put it in the pan.

Cook it until it's got some nice caramelization going on and the flavor is well infused into the oil.

5. Once the potatoes are getting soft, add the apples.

6. Add the protein and its oil to the main pan.

7. Turn off the heat. Let it all sit together for about 10 minutes. Serve with a vegetable, they're good for you.

You can add whatever seasonings you like. The protein is usually going to bring most of the salt you need and a lot of other flavors as well. I've added sage, pepper, paprika, the sky's the limit.

[angelmush]

meals for the near future:

today i made a pasta dish by searing some ground breakfast sausage in a pan, deglazing w homemade chicken stock, adding some pumpkin puree, big ribbonlike farfalle pasta bowties, sage, a pad (pat? idk) of butter, and swirling it all together w some pasta water and topping w parsley and breadcrumbs toasted in sage oil (was good but would've been better w parm but i was all out)

chicken vesuvio ! roast chicken w potatoes in a wine sauce except sans wine and instead just using my homemade chicken stock bc i don't have any wine to cook with and don't feel like picking it up lol w some good bread from my fave patisserie to sop up the sauce

using the leftover chicken shredded in a grilled cheese of sorts w jammy caramelized onion and brie and crisp tart granny smith apples on crusty sourdough

and using even MORE leftover chicken (hopefully i have enough lol) to make a chicken noodle soup w oriechette, ginger, carrot, herbs, and rice

buttery seared scallops and shrimp (scallops for me and shrimp for my gf bc she's not a scallop girl) with an herby sauce and (again) with a side of that good bread to soak it all up

an apple pie maybe!!! or gallette, or tarte tatin, im not sure yet but i have apples galore and some pie dough in my freezer

been drinking lots of chai lattes and apple cider in the mornings, just fully and deeply embracing the cold weather here

i have leftover pumpkin puree from the pasta i made today so if anyone has any suggestions, it's a small amount, probably half to a quarter cup. not sure what to use it for!

[mariamakeslemons]

I'm playing in @ghouljams sandbox, with a tiny, hurt child. She's a combination "normal" person and unable to see her own hurt.

I don't own Witch, that's Ghoul's OC/Reader insert. I do own Racheal/Lilac.

Racheal shakes as she hesitates to knock on the door. Granny told her that the witch living here may be her only hope of actually understanding the magic she has. But the witch here also has ancestral magic instead of having to rely solely on the magic her own body creates. Which Racheal has to do. Swallowing around the lump in her throat, the girl knocks on the door and flinches at the sound she’s made, clinging to her barely made grimoire tightly.

The door opens and the prettiest woman blinks down at her, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Are you lost, sweetie?” she asks Racheal. Squeaking, the girl shakes her head and hands the woman her Granny’s letter. The woman blinks before accepting the letter, frowning at the writing before turning back to Racheal with a smile.

“You might as well come in, okay?” the woman offers with a smile. Racheal nods and scurries in, glancing over her shoulder nervously. The woman hums and moves through her house with ease, leaving Racheal to scurry after her.

“So, how old are you, sweetheart?” the woman asks, as she opens the letter.

“…E-eleven, ma’am,” Racheal answers, flinching at the woman suddenly stopping in the hall. Slowly, the woman turns to look at Racheal, her hand moving to toy with the hagstone necklace she has.

“…Eleven,” she repeats, and Racheal can’t do anything but nod. Granny always said she was too stupid to start learning when everyone else started, because she couldn’t even tell what the difference between using lavender or using sage would do to certain spells as a five year old. The woman closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before a smile crosses her face.

“Well, let me finish reading this and we’ll start outlining what to do to help you,” the woman offers with a nice smile. Racheal perks up at that, eager to learn what she can and hopefully please at least one of her teachers.

“Y-yeah! That s-sounds like a plan!” Racheal agrees, flinching at her stutter. Granny told her proper witches don’t do that, but she can’t really help it. It just comes out. But, she thinks while looking up at the woman who only smiles at her excitement, maybe it’s just a coven thing.

“Okay,” the woman says after Racheal dropped off her meager belongings in the spare room she had pointed out (Racheal wasn’t really allowed too much, she was too stupid to own things according to Granny), “Let’s lay out some rules. One, I’m to be called Witch, okay? That is what the majority of people know me as, and it’s easier to remember than knowing my actual name.”

“Y-yes, ma’am,” Racheal agrees easily enough. That’s easy to remember. Miss Witch smiles at her, her eyes softening nicely.

“Now, I need to know your fae name,” she instructs, “Because that’s what I’ll refer to you in public with.”

“It’s S-Stupid,” Racheal answers. Miss Witch sighs and smiles, almost looking amused.

“I’m sure it’s not, sweetie,” she says, “You don’t have to be shy.”

“Oh, uh,” Racheal starts, realizing that Miss Witch didn’t understand, “N-no. I m-mean, my n-name. It’s Stupid.” Miss Witch freezes, her smile in place, but something brewing under her pretty eyes. Slowly, her face changes to something thunderous and Racheal shrinks on herself, waiting for the strike that’s sure to come. She’d deserve it, after all. She upset Miss Witch.

“No,” the woman says, startling Racheal, “I’m not calling you that. We’ll think of something else.” Racheal blinks at her, confused by her reaction as Miss Witch hems and haws over a thought.

“What’s your favorite color?” she asks suddenly. Racheal jumps, blinking at her in shock.

“…I can h-have one of th-those?” Racheal replies, stunned. She’d heard about that sort of thing, favorite things. Granny told her that only smart people could have them, that she’s too stupid to have any kind of preference. Miss Witch hums and nods, although something in her face tells Racheal that she’s angry. But, she wants to know what color is her favorite. And she really likes purples, especially light purples like…

“Lilac,” Racheal decides.

“Then, that’s what I’ll call you,” Miss Witch tells her. Racheal, Lilac, smiles and nods eagerly, only to jump at a knocking noise from what looks like Miss Witch’s backyard. The woman huffs, almost fondly, before patting Lilac’s head.

“Stay here, okay, sweetie? I need to speak with someone,” she tells Lilac with a smile. Lilac nods eagerly and stays right there, although she wonders if Miss Witch would be upset if she sat on the floor. She’s really tired from having to stay up to catch the train, then the plane, then the bus, then the other train. Maybe she can sit for a minute, then stand back up.

“I’m going to kill a fellow witch,” you chirp to Price, holding back every piece of rage you feel. He raises a brow at your declaration, surprised that you decided to greet him with that.

“Is it the little one in your house?” he asks, curious.

“No, she’s the reason why I’m ready to commit murder,” you tell him. The poor girl is too thin and small, obviously malnourished. Then there’s the stutter and that name. Oh, that name. And to top everything off, the witch who sent her wrote the letter like complaining about a stray animal that needs to be put down, not a child that needs to be guided.

“Deep breaths, love,” Price soothes, reaching across the bricks to grasp your hand within his. You comply, taking a deep breath before slowly letting it out.

“She’s eleven and, according to the letter, she barely knows what the herbs do, let alone any spells,” you tell him. Price freezes at that, obviously understanding what you’re implying. After all, witchcraft is a craft, one that must be started young to be able to use the magic safely and confidently. Most witches start by reading to their children from their own grimoire, teaching what a symbol or plant means and is used for.

“…A child,” Price sighs, smoke pouring out of his mouth like a waterfall.

“An abused child,” you correct, watching as he breathes out of his nose, hard. Smoke bursts out of his nostrils like a bull or a dragon, an anger burning in his eyes and you find yourself at ease.

The relationship between children and fae is always tricky. A child could be coveted or prey, depending on the fae in question. However, with Price’s reaction, you can tell he would rather burn down the world than harm a child. Perhaps it has to do with how children are easy prey, something that Price has told you was boring. Perhaps it has to do with what little you’ve found out about Ghost, the fae following L- no, she needs a different name… Pink? Sunny? Ugh, well, the fae that follows the Shop Keeper’s friend around.

“I’ll tell my boys to behave around her,” Price said, pulling you from your musing. He smiles, “That’ll spread the word that she’s under my protection.”

“You don’t even know her,” you argue without any heat. Price chuckles, leaning against the wall with that sly grin of his.

“You like her, pretty witch,” he purrs, sending a shiver down your spine, “That’s more than enough for me.” You huff, but the smile that fights its way on your face probably tells him how amused you are by his declaration.

“I should finish getting her settled in,” you tell him, brushing your hand against his own. Price catches your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles.

“I’ll see you around then,” he promises, giving your hand a soft squeeze before pulling away. You turn back to your home and go inside, only to stop and sigh. Lilac is curled up on the floor, asleep, with her grimoire clutched in her arms. The dark circles under her eyes tell you how little sleep the girl gets and you feel another wave of anger threaten to drown you. How could anyone do this to a child, let alone one who so obviously wants to please? When you get the chance, you’re going to burn down the witch’s house and adopt the girl. Or, maybe help her find a family if you can’t.