#Parsnip the Chick

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Mama Hen and her 3 Rascals

The 3 lil rascals

Carrot is the oldest. He's probably the most annoying of the 3. What he does is at random points during the night, he'll appear at the electric gate used to fend off Jala and Pepper and whatever other gate animatronics I make. What he'll do is he'll try to bite down on the wires. If you let him, the gate will short circuit and take a longer for it to start back up once you used it. You can drive him away with your newly acquired animal taser and zapping him if he tries. But be careful. Don't wanna use that too much.

Turnip is probably the easiest of the 3. She'll try and run into your office. Let her get in and she'll hide under the table. Letting her be under the table will cause her to peck at you to get out giving you less time to be under there while dealing with threats using the desk. If you see her run in, you just need to quickly zap her and she'll run back out. Once again. Use carefully.

The last is Parsnip. A middle ground. He'll crawl through the vents and start trying to poke things into the fans that give you your oxygen. You have to turn on the bright light in the vents to get him to scurry away, he hates bright lights.

Mama Hen

Mama Hen stays in her designated room. That animal taser mechanic comes back into play here. To prevent you from just spamming the taser all willy nilly, every time you zap Turnip and Carrot, a meter will build up on Mama Hen's camera. She'll slowly look up and look at the camera. Once the meter is full, she'll activate.

She's AGGRESSIVE. Moves quickly, making her way to the office. She'll go for either door. The right door can close while the left can't. If she goes to the right, quickly close it (she has a low kill timer meaning she'll Jumpscare you quickly if you take too long). If she goes for the left, hide under the desk.

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It's Who We Have | Part Six

Summary: After dinner with Billy's parents, the bridge is difficult to rebuild | Word Count: 5.1k~ | Warnings: angst, family trauma, mentions of terrorism, heavy(ish) petting, billy going softie

General Taglist | Billy Washington Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Lana was a little, petite woman, and yet she slammed the door so hard, it could have come off its hinges. She even thought she saw the family portrait above the fireplace wobble. 

A steady, raw silence filled the air at the dinner table. Billy’s mum stared forwards at the centrepiece, with two M&S candles lit, and sighed softly, as if disappointed that she hadn’t expected such behaviour. She remembers Billy’s dad huffing as he got out his seat and wordlessly stepped through the creaky french doors, pulling a bag of tobacco out his pocket to roll himself a cigarette.

She also remembers the cracked leather of the seat cushion, how her feet didn’t touch the floor and the gnawing ache of hunger in her stomach. The passing thought that perhaps this was the only hot meal she was likely to have for a while, and it was in someone else’s house. 

Billy remained quiet beside her, scraping the tongs of his fork against his plate as he tried to stab at a pre-cut piece of sausage, seemingly quite used to keeping silent after the usual outburst from his older sister. 

“Come on, chick, you’re alright,” Billy’s mum smiled softly, the lines in her cheeks deepening as well as around her eyes, coaxing her to eat once again, after being rattled by the incessant shouting and blaring of Lana’s teenage rampage. 

In the eyes of Mrs Washington, there was care, tinged with sadness that such behaviour had made the little girl sitting opposite her curl back into her shell, mouth sealed shut as if on instinct. And so, she chose to trust this mother’s nature, and ate slowly, grateful at least for the company of Billy beside her, non-judgemental and kind-hearted. 

He and his mum were always alike in that way.

"Mummy, can we play upstairs after—" Billy began, interrupted by the ringing of the home phone. His mum rose from her seat, excusing herself to answer it.

"Just a second, love," she said, her voice warm and comforting. “Hello.”

Even her voice down the phone had that warm embracing tone of motherhood.

But all she heard on the other end was shouting she actually recognised. Her own mum, clearly in whatever addled state, her loud screaming crackling against Mrs Washington’s ear. 

“Yes, she’s here- can she not finish her dinner first -” Val murmured, her back turned to both children sat at the table still, as if to shield them from the onslaught of verbal abuse, “-I understand she’s your daught- yes - yes, I’ll bring her home after she’s had her tea-”

The way the phone was placed back on the charging dock made her stomach flip with nerves. Combined with the solemn expression on Billy’s mum’s face, she heard the words before they were even spoken.

“That was your mum, darling,” she said quietly, carefully, her eyebrows arched in worry, “take your time having your tea, alright.”

And she did. She always would. 

“Hiya sweetheart!” Val's voice was wobbly as she greeted her at the front door, giving her a bruising hug that pressed right against her ribs, “you're early.”

She nodded with a tight lipped smile, “thought I'd come and help with dishing up.”

“Oh, don't be silly, duck. You're our guest!”

Armed with her first cup of tea in the Washington household, it didn't take Val long to be completely overwhelmed with everything she had going on, and resorted to accepting her help anyway.

Clearly, Billy's mum had been excited for this. A notion that warmed her heart. Val had gone all out, roasted parsnips, Yorkshire puddings, roasted veg, roast and mash potato, sausages and a cut of beef. Enough to easily feed six. And she found herself biting back a smile wondering if Val had realised just how much food she'd done.

Like most mothers, this was her love language. Making sure everyone was fed.

She felt a lightness that hadn't been there for quite some time. Billy hadn't arrived yet, and she knew that the second he did, the mood would flatten, become suffocating. Like a hug that is too tight.

His arrival was made worse by the fact that he was late, and his dad didn’t miss a beat in telling him off, both of his parents already on his back in different ways the second he walked across the threshold. Shoulders slumped in depression, dragging his body around on long limbs like he was walking through honey.

Jeff had no hope of noticing the rift between them, but Val certainly did when Billy and her locked eyes across the hallway, for a moment not knowing what to say. And it likely would have stayed that way, until Billy eventually cleared his throat and let his mum take his coat, nodding.

“Alright?”

She herself had to force her voice out, “Yeah, thanks. You?”

Conversation didn't improve further than that at the dinner table, though the warm, familiar smell of roast potatoes and meat flavoured with herbs filled the intimate space, she found herself restless, sat beside Billy, with Mr and Mrs Washington opposite them.

Thank god for Val. For if she didn't try, the entire evening would be dead silent and just the sound of clinking cutlery would be enough to drive someone mad.

“How is your new flat, chick?” She asked sweetly, eyes wide and genuinely caring, “settling in alright?”

“Yes thanks, it needs the little niceties but it's a good roof over my head.”

Val nodded approvingly. "Good to hear.”

“Yeah it's about time you got your own place,” Jeff gruffed, not even looking at her to see the sinking look on her face, nor the one of his disgruntled wife.

Billy felt the awkwardness. The skirting around what his dad really meant. And he sat, picking at a stick of roasted carrot, when his dad asked the fated question, “any luck on the job front?”

She could feel herself wince. And even saw Billy tense up in her peripheral vision.

Billy sighed, pushing his chair out, “gonna go for a smoke.”

“But you're not finished with din-”

“I'll be right back, Mum,” despite his mother's protest, he slipped out the French doors, searching his pockets for a cigarette. 

She watched him for a moment as Val elbowed her husband, “do you have to fucking start?”

“What? I was just asking!”

She felt the smile threaten, stabbing a honey-roasted parsnip as she listened to them bicker. But also a dull ache in her chest at Billy's retreat back into himself, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him. It wasn't just the rejection from his friends; it was the sense of being ganged up on by his own parents, compounded by Lana's absence.

“How is it, love?” Val asked.

“Lovely, Mrs Washington,” she smiled kindly in return, “parsnips never disappoint.”

She'd never tire of the way Billy's mum smiled. “Well, take your time.”

She could've laughed. Some things never change.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. Jeff retired to the living room, half asleep with a belly full of Sunday dinner and god-knows-what episode of Faulty Towers on the tele. And when it was time to leave, Billy gave an ingenuine, tight-lipped smile as his mum handed him his coat, “did you drive?” she asked.

“Nah, walked. Got a mate fixing up my car.”

It was near-comical, the way Billy’s head snapped up at the sound of her voice, as if startled she’d been there listening, “do you need a lift?” she asked, pulling her bag over her shoulder, car keys bundled in one hand.

Billy’s eyes lowered slightly and then rose again to her face, not replying immediately, which made her heart race fast in her chest.

“It’s on the way so…” she hated the desperation in her voice, and tried hard to will the tone of it away. But Billy looked forward to her, a slow, gentle recognition and a reluctance in his expression, shocked she’d even offered.

“Yeah, alright.”

After a slew of friendly ‘thank yous’ and goodbye hugs, she let out a shaky breath as soon as she sat in the driver’s seat, fingers curled around the leather steering wheel as if to keep them from shaking as Billy slid into the passenger seat, spreading his long legs into the footwell once he’d adjusted his seat all the way back.

Neither said a single word for what felt like a lifetime.

As she halted at a red traffic light, the harsh glow accentuated the lines of tension etched on her face, mirroring the fading twilight. Billy broke the silence, his voice barely a whisper against the hum of the blowers set on the lowest setting.

“Thanks for the lift.” 

One arm rested on the window frame, their eyes locked for a split second before the light shifted to green, “anytime.”

The silence that followed deepened the pit in her chest, making her feel antsy and nervous in equal measure. Billy wasn't faring much better, twirling his thumbs in his lap, and bouncing his left leg just to have something to do.

Pulling into the vacant spot behind Billy's battered Vauxhall, she felt a surge of apprehension mingle with the hollow pit in her chest. The engine's persistent hum seemed to mock their inability to bridge the growing chasm between them. 

And he didn't move to get out the car.

Billy sighed, his fingers rubbing his temple, “How do we do this then.”

“Do what?” she countered, her voice betraying a trace of defensiveness

He gestured between them, frustration simmering beneath the surface, “This. Us,” he answered simply, his throat bobbing as if stressed.

“I don’t think that’s really a question you should be asking me, is it?” 

Billy shook his head, a mirthless laugh escaping his lips. "I just don't want this anymore," he confessed, his voice raw with emotion.

Her heart clenched at his admission, the reality of their crumbling bond hitting her with devastating force. "Neither do I, Billy," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the din of their shared silence.

“Can we just talk,” he asked, a shaking tone invading his voice, “please?”

For a fleeting moment, she gazed out at the street through the windscreen, her eyes scanning the darkening sky. It felt as though a weighty conversation had perpetually lingered between them, and now, in this moment, it seemed inevitable.

With a simple, wordless gesture, she twisted the key in the ignition, silencing the engine's persistent hum. The abrupt cessation of sound plunged them back into the suffocating void of silence, where unspoken words hung heavy in the air like an oppressive fog.

Billy sat in the heavy silence, grappling with the weight of unspoken words. He knew he needed to apologise, to bridge the chasm that had grown between them, but the fear of looking foolish held him back.

Taking a deep breath, he shifted in his seat, his fingers drumming nervously against his thigh. He searched for the right words, ones that would convey his remorse without undermining his pride.

"I just... I want to make things right."

She was quiet, her eyes looking down at the gearstick, without the strength to look at him directly. 

She shook her head, “why Billy?” she asked, “do you know how fucking heartbroken Abi was when he heard what you’d done?”

It was a mistake to glance over at him, the way her heart squeezed when she saw his head was lowered in shame, a whirlwind of emotions going off inside Billy’s head. Like he wasn’t sure what he should think for himself. 

Billy's heart sank as her words pierced through him like daggers. He couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze, his shame weighing heavily upon him. Each syllable she uttered felt like a blow to his already battered conscience.

"I... I didn't mean to," he stammered, his voice tinged with remorse. "I was drunk, I wasn't thinking straight..."

His voice trailed off as he struggled to find the right words to convey the depth of his regret. He knew he had hurt not just Abi, but their entire community, with his reckless actions.

Frustration bubbled in her chest as she shook her head, “being drunk isn’t an excuse. Last time I saw you, you were all ‘these people are stealing our jobs and ruining this country’ etc etc. What’s happened to that?” she countered, trying to control the steadily rising anger in her voice, “who are these people you’ve got yourself involved in? Because I know…I know this isn’t you, Billy.”

His throat constricted as her words struck him with the force of a sledgehammer. Shame burned hot in his chest, mingling with the simmering anger directed inward. He knew he had no excuse for his actions, but facing her condemnation made it all the more unbearable.

"I know," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the rush of blood in his ears. “I don't know what to believe anymore.”

For a split second, she felt the crush of his admission choke her with its oppressive weight, her throat closing up with emotion. The dread of being so utterly lonely radiating off him like a miasma. A barrage of emotions, memories, feelings threatened to overwhelm her at that very moment. 

“I've not been completely innocent in this either,” she choked out, though it was difficult to say. And she knew he was looking at her, so she stared at something, anything else, to avoid the horrible feeling she was being pitied.

“I'll say it how it is, because nobody else wants to. My mum is shit, has always been, my dad is god knows where, I was impossible at school and I moved far away to uni to get away from that horrible sick feeling that everyone had seen those fucking pictures of me.”

The words tasted like venom, even to herself, at the heartbreaking predicament that was her life. She shook her head, wetting her lips nervously, “turns out running away didn't fix a single thing.”

Billy sighs, “I feel shit that I wasn't there for you.”

“We were barely adults, Billy. That's not on you.”

“Even so,” he argued, “If I had pulled my head out the ground for one second I would have seen,” he says, “you deserved better.”

She chanced it then, and glanced over at him, swallowing thickly with something weighing heavily on her shoulders. A smile tried to find its way to her face at the expression she was giving him, so, so similar to how he looked as a boy and a teenager, but with the roughened and sharp edges that defined him into adulthood.

“You know I’ve always been jealous of you.”

Billy’s eyes were tinged with confusion when she said that, the blue of his eyes barely noticeable in the low amber glow of the streetlights outside the car.

She tried to swallow whatever bubbled up, “I remember the first time I ever felt it…that first day of school.”

His lips parted, and eyebrows drew together as he looked into his lap, “please don’t-”

“No, let me speak,” she insisted, her voice tinged with pain, face clouding up with barely-contained grief, “I just-I saw you with your mum and couldn’t help it. You were so happy. So loved.”

Silence fell between them, her words strained by her strength to hold back tears hitting him to his very core. Billy remembers so clearly, he’d be embarrassed to admit. Leading her into the girls toilets and using blue tissues to wipe off the mud. Her face wet with tears. He very nearly smiled at the memory of it, and what bond was formed from that day on.

“You were the only one who ever really saw me,” she admitted, “and it made me feel that to someone I existed…and that I mattered.”

It felt painful, this bridge between them, aching to be rebuilt.

“Now it feels like I’m losing you…” she whispered, “...when I had hoped I’d given you that feeling back somewhere along the way.”

The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the rift that had grown between them. Billy felt the ache of regret settle deep in his chest, knowing that he had failed her in more ways than he could count.

But she kept going, the words spilling out of her like she had kept them locked up for too long, and they were yearning to escape. 

“So if these…right-wing, George Cross-waving twats make you feel like you matter then I have massively fucked up somewhere..”, the words nearly made a smile rise to his face, but the seriousness of the conversation made him simply just glance up at her, “..and for that I’m sorry.”

Her words cut through the tension like a knife, raw with emotion and self-recrimination. Billy's heart clenched at the pain in her voice, the weight of her apology hanging heavy in the air. 

He reached out tentatively, his hand hovering in the space between them. "I'm sorry too," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "For everything."

She wet her lips, drawing in a needed breath to fuel the tears that were now rolling down her face, her throat feeling raw when she slid her hand into his, fingers interwoven, the foundations of that bridge feeling all the more heavy, but manageable. And for a long moment, neither said a word, but it felt easier to bask in it, knowing that it was slowly piecing together the broken bonds that had once scattered about their lives.

“Promise me,” she utters weakly, “promise me you’ll stop this, whatever you’re doing with them. Apologise to Abi, Ami, everyone…I know you’re hurting but you’re better than this.”

Her honesty was appreciated but stung all the same.

"Promise," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Her eyes searched his, hope mingling with uncertainty. Slowly, a tentative smile tugged at the corners of her lips, a glimmer of relief illuminating her tear-streaked face.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for trying."

She felt something warm shimmer pleasantly in her chest when Billy’s thumb stroked against the back of her hand, along her knuckles.

“Sorry,” attempting to lighten the mood with a weak laugh, she wiped one cheek, trying to smear the tears away to make way for relief. 

Billy smiles boyishly, and there’s something light and nostalgic about it, “nothing changes,” he starts, a hint of playfulness in his voice, “you still look ugly when you cry.”

She laughs despite her tears, brushing them away gently as she responds, a softness creeping into her tone as their old connection flickers back to life. “Fuck off.”

It felt nice, laughing again, with the lingering hope that Billy desired real change.

“‘m only joking,” he murmured, leaning over the centre console, his other hand reaching out to brush her hair out her face in a motion that made her heart clench and warmth pool in her stomach, “you look beautiful.”

As soon as the words left his lips, the atmosphere in the cramped space shifted, charged with an undeniable tension. Their proximity felt electrifying, every inch of space between them tingling with unspoken desire. How many years had led to this moment they were sharing now, quiet and dark, their eyes alone communicating the depth of this impulse to inch closer?

Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them, as if words were no longer necessary in this charged atmosphere. But the tension demanded some kind of release, some acknowledgment of the emotions swirling between them.

Billy's gaze softened, his hand lingering on her cheek. "I've missed this," he confessed, voice tinged with vulnerability. "Being with you like this.”

When she wet her lips anxiously, she swore she saw his eyes flit to them briefly, her reply taking longer than usual to form, "It feels like coming home," she agreed, her voice barely a whisper.

In that moment, the weight of their shared history and the promise of a future filled with possibility hung in the air between them like a tangible force, crackling with tension. Each heartbeat echoed in the silence, a drumbeat urging them forward into the unknown.

It reminded her of that night at Cranstead Fields. She can still hear the clinking of glasses, Libby’s high-pitched drunken confessions to Abi, sat on his lap, Paddy and Harry wrestling on the grass, white shirts smudged with green as they argued about who should go and fetch the football while Ami pulled at their shirts to separate them.

But what she remembers most about that night, was the taste of WKD on Billy’s lips, the warmth that bloomed in her stomach and flipped with nerves and the flush that rose to her face when Billy had turned his face, to press his lips flush to hers and parted them with the swipe of his tongue.

And that is what she felt now, bar the taste of cheap vodka, as once again, however many years later, it was sealed with a sweet but urgent kiss.

She felt his thumbs on her cheeks, fingers threaded through her hair to pull her close to him, and just like she had that night, her hand found its way to his chest, to feel his heart thrumming beneath his skin, the material of his shirt caught in her palm. And Billy felt her eyelashes against his cheek, it was a delicate dance, a balance between desire and restraint, as they navigated the uncharted territory.

But as their lips lingered, a silent understanding passed between them, a silent agreement that this was just the beginning of their journey back to each other.

When they parted, pulling air between their now disconnected lips, all they could do was look at each other, the waves of realisation that the lines between friendship and whatever this was were rapidly blurring was heart-clenching.

“Sorry-”

She shook her head lightly, “No…it's alright, really.”

They both knew that they had just crossed a line, blurring the boundaries of their friendship in a way that couldn't be undone. But despite the awkwardness, there was also a sense of relief in finally acknowledging the feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

"We should... probably talk about this," she suggested, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, we should," Billy agreed, his expression a mixture of uncertainty and longing.

And as they sat in silence, grappling with the newfound complexity of their relationship, they both knew that their friendship would never be the same again. But whether that was a good thing or a bad thing remained to be seen.

He cleared his throat, the sound breaking the heavy silence that hung between them like a tangible barrier. “Do you wanna come in? For a cuppa?”

She felt her heart race at the invitation, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. This was familiar territory, yet everything felt different now, charged with an electric tension that crackled in the air between them.

The offer of a cup of tea seemed mundane, almost laughable given the charged atmosphere that enveloped them. But neither of them made a move to acknowledge the unspoken truth lingering beneath the surface.

"Um, yeah, sure," she managed to reply, her voice barely above a whisper. Her tongue suddenly feeling too big for her own mouth as she undid her seatbelt and followed awkwardly behind him as he unlocked the street-level door and lingered behind once they ascended the stairs to his flat.

His flat had changed little from the last time she'd seen it, albeit the clothes were put away. The kettle remained untouched, forgotten amidst the unspoken desires that pulsed between them like a current.

Every breath felt like a struggle, the air charged with a palpable longing that neither of them dared to voice. But for now, they remained frozen in place, suspended in a silent dance of desire and hesitation. She felt so small, standing in his lounge, that when she glanced up and saw Billy leaning against the doorframe, near-filling any void space of it, hands tucked in his pockets.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. "I don't want to ignore what just happened between us. It's... it's different now, isn't it?"

She nodded slowly, her gaze fixed on the floor as she struggled to find the right words. "Yeah, it is. I mean, we've been friends for so long, but..." Her voice trailed off, the weight of their unspoken desires hanging heavy in the air.

"But things have changed," he finished for her, his voice barely above a whisper.

They both knew that there was no going back to the way things were before. Their friendship had evolved into something deeper, something more complex and fragile than either of them had ever anticipated. She felt her heart flutter sickly in her chest, the same way it had the last time they had kissed all those years ago.

"I don't want to ruin what we have," she said softly, her voice tinged with fear.

"Me neither," he agreed.

There was a long pause as they both grappled with the magnitude of what they were feeling. They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, and now they had to figure out how to navigate this new terrain together.

"But I can't ignore the way I feel," he admitted, his voice trembling with emotion.

Her heart skipped a beat at his confession, her own feelings laid bare in the raw vulnerability of the moment. 

And as they stood there in the quiet of his living room, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. The tension growing thick the longer they remained this way, and her heart lurching into his chest when Billy pushed off the doorframe and crossed the room to her in a few strides alone. So close, she could smell his fabric softener.

“I'm sorry I just can't,” he added swiftly, closing the space as she parted her lips to reply.

And just let go.

His fingers curled around her waist tightly, lips clumsily crashing together with desperation, years and years of denial, of longing, of sheer stubbornness, pouring out of each of them in crashing waves.

For a moment, she felt as if she didn't know whether she should touch him, hold onto him by his shoulders, and very much felt like he knew what he'd wanted to do much, much sooner than she had.

But the moment he pulled their hips flush, chests brushing, and her fingers slid up the nape of his neck to grasp the hair that touched his neck, it had felt right. The short, unshaven hair at his jaw scratched perfectly against her fingertips, and tickled her face the more he moved to capture her lips again.

His touch ignited a fire within her, sending shivers down her spine as she surrendered herself to the intoxicating whirlwind of desire. With every brush of his lips, she felt herself unravelling, melting into him with an urgency that bordered on desperation.

In that moment, there were no words, no thoughts, only the raw, primal need that consumed them both. And as they finally succumbed to the passion that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long, they knew that there was no turning back.

Her heart twisted in excitement as his hands made their way north, sliding up her sides beneath her shirt, thumbs drifting over her ribs to touch her in places she had secretly hoped he always would. 

And she couldn't help the cringeworthy slip of his name as he grunted breathily into her mouth, his palms moulding her breasts through the frustrating layer of her bra, but pleased at the way her body reacted to it.

“Billy -” 

How many years had he wanted to hear that?

She allowed herself the briefest touch of his skin, her fingers against his flesh made him tremble, and she saw the rush of feelings rise to his cheeks as he swallowed whatever he was thinking by pressing his lips fervently to hers instead.

The mere thought of being pressed close to her like this would usually have his body responding in tandem. But now, as his own hand paused at the waistband of her jeans, barely dipping beneath her underwear, he sighed to himself, embarrassed somewhat, and sorely regretted downing three cans of beer in two hours earlier in the evening when his body didn't reciprocate how his mind felt about her.

His forehead rested against the crook of her neck, hot breath batting against her collarbone. The pull of wanting to touch her like this, to just do it and make her feel every bit the way she deserved, was all-consuming.

But after a few empty seconds, he peeled his fingers away from the waistband of her jeans.

“Fuck- sorry…” he managed, out of breath, apologising for what felt like the millionth time that night, “can't…I've had too much to drink-”

“It's okay,” she smiled, the heat on her face feeling tight against the rise of her lips. She gave him a reassuring smile as she righted her clothes, still feeling the burning mark of his hands where they'd touched her bare skin. And as ashamed as she was to say it, the warm pooling of desire tugging at her belly.

“It's late, I should-” 

“Yeah, yeah…” he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck.

She deflated once she saw the alerts pop up on her screen, “fuck- road’s closed. Gonna take me ages to drive home.”

While she scrolled, agitation growing at the idea of being stuck in her car for another hour, Billy eventually spoke, “stay here for the night,” he said, it came out more of a desperate plea than an offer at first.

He quickly shook his head of a trance when he saw her face, “U-uh, I mean, no funny business, you have the bed, I can have the sofa-”

“I couldn't ask that of you, Billy.”

“Well, you're not asking, I'm - offering,” he smiled boyishly, in a way that made it difficult to refuse.

She sighed through her nose, “I've got to go into Central London tomorrow.”

“Well…” he sighed, rubbing his palms nervously against his thighs, “I was supposed to meet the lads at Farringdon Tube Station tomorrow, I'll take you down - get you into London and…I'll break things off with them. For Good.”

Swallowing nervously, she met his gaze, her eyes pleading for reassurance. "Promise," he urged, his baby blue eyes wide with sincerity, pleading with her to believe him.

She hesitated, uncertainty clouding her features as she searched his face for any hint of doubt. She clicked off her phone and nodded, with a hopeful smile, “Okay.”

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2025 Firsts

Thank you to @crispyanonart, @wrightingdungeon, @snailmail444, and @studentinpursuitofclouds for tagging me in this little NYs game.

First bit of arts n crafts: I painted a few clear ornaments baby pink for our Valentine's day tree. My little brother wanted to keep the christmas tree up for the whole year, so I have to find ways to make it relevant to the calendar :')

First movie I watched: I rewatched Brave! Me and my mom felt like crying together 💀

First song I listened to: Oof, I listen to so much music it's hard to remember everything BUT I think the first song I listened to this year was De Selby (Part 2) by Hozier. I was working on Harvey smut.

First TV show watched: One Piece!

First book read: A Court of Mist and Fury by Sara J. Maas. Don't judge me.

First fanfic read: Pitch Black by @iybms. So fucking good. I cried like four times. Also it's a klance fic. For those who don't know what that means, good for you lmfao

First dinner I ate: My mom made The Soup™. Parsnips, onions, turnips, potatoes, celery, chicken, noodles (duh) and a fuckton of seasoning. Fucking delicious. I also made biscuits and fuck me I loved those too. I'm so hungry hang on I need more immediately

First food I ate: Chick-fil-a fries. Thankfully it wasn't purchased with my own money but mmMMmm their fries are so fucking good ugh I wish the company wasn't Like That.

This was fun! Tagging my moots @benjineedssleep, @loverboykirstein, @sinsydia, @velvetlilith777, @zorasink, @basement-creature, @eemamminy-art, and @lasmokingbunny! (if any of you have already been tagged I am so sorry lmfao) Happy New Year, guys!!

[livlaughlove07]

FLOATING DOWN AISLE NINE

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64255396

Tags: Slow Burn, inconsistent updates, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Shane's Six-Heart Event (Stardew Valley), Internalized Acephobia, Asexual Relationship, Nonbinary Character, Homophobia, Misgendering, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Joja Mart AU, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Unreliable Narrator, Suicide, Meta, Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim References, Video & Computer Games, characters playing Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, mr qi rules over everything, Wordcount: Over 20.000

Chapter Two (Farmer POV)

*Spring 5, Year 1*

Well, at least they now have a few parsnips to their name. Actually, Lucien got a few things under their belt. Some old fisherman gave them a fishing rod. Apparently, Willy and them got to Pelican Town on the same day. Some fishing trip, or something.

Lucien was secretly super grateful for the rod. Even small fish make bank, and it’s really helped keep them afloat while they wait for their crops to grow. Also, totally transition goals to be the dude on Tinder with a fat bass and an even fatter smile. Like there was Tinder out here, but still. They actually tried it, but the closest person to them was like an hour away, and Lucien is not THAT desperate. Yet.

Okay, give them some slack. They’d tried out in Zuzu, but work was always so demanding, and by that point, Lucien had used up all their energy to care about anything. Sure, it’s unfortunate. But at least they turned out fine.

And now they’re away from Joja. For good. So maybe they’ll get back out on the scene. That blond guy is pretty cute. Sam, right? Here’s hoping he’s not homophobic or something. Probably is. Whatever. Lucien can do this.

One thing they’ve been dreading ever since arriving here was coming out to everyone. Like, it's pretty obvious that they’re some flavor of queer. Non-binary, biromantic, asexual, and emotionally unavailable? Yeah, they’re not gonna make it in this small ass town. Not going to make it in the dating scene, and not going to make it socially.

Maybe that wild guy had it right. Linus, that’s his name, he had the right idea. Camp out on the outskirts, and nothing had to happen. Nothing bad could happen if they never put themself in a situation to be hurt.

— — — — —

Today’s a Friday, so that means it’s finally bar day. Lucien got a few people off of the ‘To be met list’, but there’s just some stragglers that aren’t around town that much. Hopefully they’ll be at what little bar scene there is here.

Really, it’s just a few stragglers. Some dudes named Sebastian and Shane. And one chick Leah. So far, the town hasn’t been too bad. Like, the older villagers definitely weren’t happy about this new hooligan moving into town. The old guy, George, immediately clocked them and proceeded to use the wrong pronouns. Impressive, if it wasn’t so degrading. Jodi, the blond guy's mom, was friendly enough but she had those homophobic vibes too.

However, the younger crowd seemed pretty chill. Lucien really liked Abigail's vibe immediately. Especially their bright purple hair. It’s so pretty, and it looked freshly dyed. They need to be friends, right now.

Abigail also has that vaguely queer vibe. Like, something about them silently screams on the spectrum. Not to stereotype, but they’re definitely stereotyping them right now. Maybe this means that Lucien can fit in. As long as Abigail likes them. Hoping and #praying.

Lucien had to go to the general store to get more seeds today too. So naturally, they stopped by and talked to Abigail on the way out. This time, Lucien was determined to ask their pronouns. Maybe it’d be a little signaling to them that Lucien was also on the spectrum. Maybe they were thinking too much about it.

Calmly, Lucien walked up to Abigail, who was hanging lazily looking at some of Pierre’s stock. Pierre had some good quality stuff, but the price point was high too. Abigail is the daughter of the store owner, Pierre, and his wife Caroline.

“Uh, hey,” Lucien says, with a slight tremble in their voice.

Abigail immediately perks up, “Oh hey, Lucien, right?”

“Yeah, hi. Are you going to the saloon tonight?” they ask.

“We're all going to hang out in the saloon this evening. It's kind of like a Friday tradition, I guess,” Abigail shrugs.

“This may sound stupid, but who’s we?”

“Oh, I forgot you’re new. It’s Sam, Seb, and I. I hang on the couch while they play 8-ball. Sam always loses. Have you met either of them yet?”

“Uh, Sam’s the blond one with the cool hair, right? And I’m pretty sure I haven’t met Sebastian.”

“Yeah… Seb doesn’t really like getting out as much, but he can’t turn down beating Sam. Sam does have dope hair, but the cost of the gel has to override the coolness at some point.”

This made Lucien chuckle a bit, showing a bit of their tongue piercing.

Abigail immediately picks up on this, “Oh my god, you have a tongue piercing? Lemme see, that’s so cool! I want one so desperately, but my parents won’t let me get one until I move out.”

Lucien blushes a bit, “Ha, yeah. I need to take it out though. The people here keep staring at it…”

“What? No, bro, don’t let them get to you. They’re just not used to new people. One thing I've learned living here... everyone stares at you if you look different.”

“I’ll live either way. Also, I just wanted to say I love your hair. It’s so pretty and vibrant.”

Reflexively, Abigail touches their hair, swirling it around a finger, “Thank you! It should start fading anytime soon, I dyed it like a month ago…”

“If you teach me your secrets, maybe I’ll dye my hair too,” Lucien offers.

Abigail’s eye immediately perked up, “Ooh, a green would look fantastic on you. There’s no real secret to my hair, I just dyed it and I’ve been using the same shampoo as before. Honestly, my roots should be massive by now.”

“Damn, lucky. Well, I should start getting back to my chores. Oh, by the way, what are your pronouns?”

Abigail blushes a bit before scanning Lucien up and down with their eyes.

“Uh… I don’t really know, to be honest. Probably just she/her for now. It’s easier than facing whatever this is,” she says while motioning to herself awkwardly, “I completely forgot to ask you about yours. What do you use?”

“They/them for the most part. And I know what you mean; been there, done that. I’ll see you around though.”

“Yeah, of course, don’t mean to hold you up. You should totally hang out with us tonight! I think Sam would love to hang with you! See ya!”

“I’ll keep it in mind, see ya!”

Well, that’s a promising start. That went so well. Usually, she’s kinda grumpy, but not in a mean way. More like she woke up too early and is still waking up way. Makes sense, seeing as Lucien gets to the store as soon as it opens up. Despite that, they got invited to a friend group! And they came out to someone! And they were accepted!

This is looking better now. Maybe this little town has space in it for Lucien.

— — — — —

After finishing a day of fishing, Lucien was ready to go to the saloon. They went down and sold the fish to Willy to pad their pockets even more. Truely, they didn’t know what to expect. Either this is gonna be a chill scene with a few drinks, or getting flat out krunk. Abigail had invited them, but they weren’t able to figure out how it was gonna be.

Once Lucien arrived, they saw that almost the whole town was here. Lewis and Marnie were chatting on the left, Robin and Demetrius were dancing to the right. Pierre and Harvey were sitting silently at the bar, sipping something. Elliot was talking to another ginger, who they could only presume was Leah. Pam was already sloshed, pointing to the bartender for another round. Emily was cleaning glasses, visibly rocking out to the music.

Lucien met Leah, said hello to Elliot, and made their way to the game room. Abigail sprung up from her seat and walked to their side.

“Lucien! This is the man, the myth, the legend, Sebastian. And you know Sam, but here he is anyway. Guys, this is Lucien. They’re my new friend, and I told them that they could join us tonight,” She says, gesturing vaguely to each of them.

Sebastian looks up from the pool table and says, “Oh. You just moved in, right? Cool.”

“Yeah, I’m at the farm now,” Lucien offers awkwardly.

“Out of all the places you could live, you chose Pelican Town?” he asks, with a slight sting in his tone.

Lucien can feel themself getting hotter under this interrogation, “Uh, more like inherited it, but uhh yeah, just kinda ended up here.”

Abigail immediately steps in once she realizes Lucien’s uncomfortableness, “It’s promising land, and hard work! The town’s excited to see it flourish again. Maybe this time it’ll be run by a less homophobic asshole-”

Lucien relaxes a bit, “Heh, yeah. He was… a character to say the least. Anyways, Imma go grab a drink. Y’all want one?”

“Ooh, yeah I’ll come with. Emily makes the best Dirty Cranberry Candies. So good. You HAVE to try one,” Abigail suggests, grabbing Lucien’s arm while starting towards the door.

Sam mumbles a request at Abigail, and then both Lucien and Abigail leave for the bar. Lucien instinctively heads towards the closest part of the bar. But before they got to it, Abigail grabbed their arm and pulled them to the longer, further away part of the bar. Instead of questioning it, they went with it, deciding that she knew best when it came to bar etiquette here.

She ordered three Cranberry Candies, one for her, two for Lucien, and one espresso martini for Sam. Sebastian apparently hates it when other people buy him drinks, so he’s on his own for this one. Whatever. He kinda freaked Lucien out. So intense, for no reason.

But, if they wanted to join the friend group, Sebastian had to like them. So Lucien will put up with it. They also can have a cold exterior sometimes. They knew how it went.

Lucien hung out with Abigail on the couches while Sebastian and Sam played pool. Unsurprisingly, Sam lost. Again. Sebastian did a celebratory arm pump, but then looked up at Lucien and stopped. Whatever. Not like it made Lucien feel like the odd one out. But it did.

*Spring 5, Year 1 (Shane’s POV)*

It’s Friday. Again. Shane hated Fridays. Morris got on his ass more. He got yelled at more by Claire, the cashier. Then he went to the Saloon. While he’ll never turn down an opportunity to drink, he prefers to do it in solace.

Fridays were everything but solace. The entire town felt the need to show up to the Saloon and be the most obnoxious fucking people on earth. Especially the three freaks in the game room. Especially Stupid Sam and his Stupid Friends. While they play stupid games and giggle stupidly.

Stupid Sam’s friends were also his bandmates. Of his stupid little nobody band. Of course, Sam had to be the lead singer. Duh. Stupid Sam would combust without attention.

Shane recognizes that his anger toward Sam is just jealousy. Shane recognizes it, but it doesn’t make it any less worse. He hates him. But Sam loves trying to be his friend. He’s probably just making fun of Shane to his stupid little posse. They probably love making fun of the town fuck up.

Not like Shane cares. Not like he could do anything about it. What was he supposed to do? Ask them nicely to stop? Tell them that it wasn’t true at that time? That he didn’t mean it?

Fat fucking chance. Not like he could anyways. He’s gotten better. He doesn’t need to apologize for anything. What he said was true.

While Shane was busy ruminating on these thoughts and nursing a beer, the farmer walked into the bar. He barely noticed them. At least, until they walked right by him and into the game room.

Goddamn it. Another idiot for the idiot group. Ugh. At least they didn’t talk with Sam as much. Mostly just Abigail, who was the least idiotic out of the bunch of clowns. Doesn’t make them any less insufferable.

Whatever. As long as they don’t talk to him, he doesn’t care. Sam probably already wept on their shoulder, telling them about what happened. They probably hate him. They probably think he’s so jaded and mean. They’re probably going to spread the news. Ugh.

Shane fucking hates them. He knows he hates them.

— — — — —

Around 11 pm, Shane starts seriously sipping on his final beer. He’s also trying to remember if he has enough to tip. He drank more than he normally does.

Probably because he’s trying to ignore the laughs coming from the game room. This new farmer is really getting Abigail going. She’s almost doubled over, crying and laughing. Good for her. Maybe she’ll stop leading that Sebastian on. Maybe now he can work on his shit attitude. Not like he could judge, but he did.

And at least this farmer is actually kinda cute. Unlike moody stupid Sebastian. Honestly, Abigail upgraded. Good for her. At least someone in this town has game.

Something blurred past his vision, snapping him out of these thoughts. It’s the new farmer. Goddamn it.

They stumbled closer to Shane and slurred, “Hey, who are youu??”

Gruffly, he responded, “I don't know you. Why are you talking to me?”

They wobbled, “You’re so alone. Why? Join the fun, man. C’monnnn. I know you’re a party animal under all this,” gesturing up and down at Shane.

“Why are you bothering me? I want to be alone,” he responds curtly. His shoulders tense up, trying to offer any sort of protection right now.

“C’monnnnn. There’s no way a guy like you doesn’t want to join us. It’s party timeeeeee!”

Bristling, Shane repeats, “What do you want? Leave me alone.”

“Ugh, fine. Be like that then. I didn’t want to talk to a sad mopey middle aged man anyways,” they said, turning on their heels, wobbling.

Shane finished off the rest of his beer, fished 5 G from his wallet, left it under his glass, and left. Who even was that? Ugh. Hopefully he won’t remember this tomorrow. That was…odd to say the least.

He called it though. He knew that Sam had already gotten them in their little ‘I hate Shane’ club. He knew it. It hasn’t even been a week and they’re getting another person to make fun of him. That’s gotta be a record somewhere.

Whatever. Not like he cared. He did everything he could. It’s up to them to forgive him now. Not his problem.

He started to leave the Saloon, until he heard someone yelling at him to wait up. Ugh. It’s the farmer. Again.

Fists clenched, he barks, “You again? How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone?”

“You never told me to leave you alone for the nighttttt. I’m backkkkk. Where ya goingggg?” they asked, stumbling from side to side.

Shane didn’t budge, “I hardly know you. Why are you talking to me?”

“Exactly that reason. I wanna know youuuuu.”

“I’m going home. Leave me alone. Forever.”

“Noooooo, I can’t do that. I’m going home too.”

Shane failed to suppress a tiny smirk, “With a half finished drink in your hand?”

They looked down at their hand, almost spilling their drink in the process, “Duhhhh. Got one for the road.”

The smirk vanishes, and he rolls his eyes instead, “Whatever. Go home.”

“I’m trying. You’re in the way. You go home.”

Shane uses this as an opportunity to attempt a speed walk home. However, the stupid farmer pulls on his sleeve from behind, interrupting him.

Shane turns around, enraged, “What do you want from me? Money? I'd give you a pot of gold to leave me alone!”

Their face twists from an aloof stupid ass smile to something close to anger. They dumped the rest of the Dirty Cranberry Candy down Shane’s chest in response.

Now extremely sticky and cold, Shane decides to just turn around. No use in trying to fight an angry drunk while also drunk. This infuriates the farmer, who starts yelling at him. Incoherent yelling, but yelling nonetheless.

Shane can hear the Saloon door open again. Vague angry drunk chatter between the farmer and Abigail is exchanged, but Shane walks away before he can catch any of the words.

Whatever. They’re stupider than Sam now. Stupid Farmer, Stupid Sam, Stupid Sebastian, and Slightly Less Stupid Abigail. Clowns, all of them.

<-prev|next->

[thelovelymissbigbadwolf]

The Stardew Valley Disaster

They create their characters as usual, with Cloud hosting the server, Angeal, Sephiroth and Genesis requiring the help of Zack to enter.

How did they got the game in the first time? Zack humbly asked Kunsel to find out their emails and hack them in order to create accounts for each, of which Kunsel was responsible for creating.

Even though Zack begged Kunsel to play, he refused, saying he had played enough for the year (aka 400+ hours of SDV)

G: How the hell did you even made those accounts for us?

Z: Secret Santa.

S: You're not smart enough to figure it out on your own. Kunsel or Reno?

Z: Secret S— UH, RUDE?!

A: Rude knows how to hack?

Z: NO! I'm calling Sephiroth rude!

S: No you.

C: Alright server's done, you guys can come in.

After long thirty minutes of AGS making their characters, they went to the loading screen. Since they each had their laptops on the conference room, they could just go local.

Cloud chose Meadowlands, meaning they each started with 15 Hay pieces instead of Parsnip.

And, after Cloud telling them to skip the cutscene, the chaos begun.

Spring, Day #1

The Firsts are shown the Coop and the two chicks, Chip and Dale.

Angeal immediately fall in love with the game.

S: Can we eat them?

A: *slaps the nape of S's neck*

S: OW WHAT GIVES?!

A: Touch them and you're dead meat.

Sephiroth did not ever touched the chicks again or got close to the coop.

Zack teaches Angeal to set the Hay, simple enough.

Genesis got out to explore the sightings, commenting on whoever he sees.

G: Why is there a hobo here? Is that his tent?

C: Oh, must be Linus, he—

G: Can I toss rocks at him and make him leave?

C: ... This is not Animal Crossing, sir.

G: But I don't want a hobo in my village.

C: Too bad, suck it up.

G: Are you forgetting who you're talking to, Cadet?

Z: Uh... Guys?

A: Genesis don't be an asshole at the first person you meet.

G: Ugh. "A stranger? Hello. Don't mind me. I just live out here alone." Hobo.

C: Talk to him one more time.

G: "... Have you come to ridicule me? I'm just minding my own business."

C: And what're you doing?

G: Ridiculing him and I'd do it again.

Zack punches him and starts calling him names, Angeal took him out, scolded the living hell out of him and Genesis has a black eye. It's still 7am in game.

Zack then went to Pelican Town and greeted everyone excitedly and gave a Wild Horseradish.

Z: I'M SO SORRY FOR MY STUPID DUMBASS FRIEND, LINUS!

G: THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!

C: SHUT IT THE TWO OF YOU OR I'M TURNING THE SERVER OFF!

They did shut it.

Angeal went on to clean the farm complaining on the poor maintenance of the place and how lazy their (in game) grandfather is, he then passed out of exhaustion and Cloud calmly explained the mechanics.

A: But that makes no sense, if I'm already a farmer, why would I pass out because of some trees?!

Z: They fell on your head. *Giggle*

A: WHAT?! THAT'S A THING IN THIS GAME?!

C: No! It's not, and we were not farmers prior to that, we worked in an office.

A: Since when— WHY WOULD HE LEAVE A FARM IN SOMEONE INEXPERIENCED?!

C: Why would people hire an inexperienced idiot for a high ranking job?

A:

S: He has a point.

G: Can't deny that.

Z: It's like the vice president.

S: Spoiled kid getting his way before throwing a tantrum.

C: It's not really our case in the game, though, but anyway...

Angeal asked Sephiroth to finish his job since he still had a full energy bar and so he went. He passed out of exhaustion.

Then Genesis went to the beach and met Elliot.

G: Oh! He's elegant! "Ah, the new farmer we've all been expecting... and whose arrival has sparked many a conversation! I'm Elliott... I live in the little cabin by the beach. It's a pleasure to meet you."

C: He's one of the six bachelors.

S: What's a bachelor?

Z: Means you can romance them!

G: WHAT?!

A: There's relationships in this game?

G: AND SEX?!

C: Yes and NO!

Z: But with mods—

C: WE ARE NOT USING MODS!

G: "I can't seem to find the inspiration to begin writing my novel...” HE'S A WRITER??

Z: UGH! GET OFF YOUR FUCKING DUNGEON YOU EMO! I WANNA BEFRIEND YOU GODDAMNIT—

Genesis goes back home once it darkens and Cloud instructs him to sell whatever he found.

Zack goes back and puts what he found.

Cloud does the same.

In the end, there were a few forage items from Genesis. Spring Onions from Cloud. Trash from Zack.

To be continued...

[cool-person-yey]

Update on Cool Ranch y'all

So with the 1.6 update, I'm back on my stardew valley addiction

and I thought, why not make that everyone else's problem?

seriously now, it's been so long since I've played so I'm basically relearning everything, I'll be documenting my experience here, I want to make this a weekly thing— not saying I'll be able to but I'll try— all the posts will be tagged with The Coolest Ranch In Stardew Valley, so you guys can block the tag if you want.

anyways, enough explainations let's get to the actual cool things I did!

First of all, LOOK AT MY CHICKS!!!!!

I'll just leave their names the default ones, but for the next animals I may do a poll or something

:)

on the new farm we receive 15 hay instead of 15 parsnip seeds, but it felt kinda wrong to start stardew valley without planting my dear 3X5 retangle and planting the seeds, so I bought some

I'm one of the feel players that actually likes??? fishing???? and that's what I did for most of the first couple days. That and speaking to Maru, since I'm going to romance her this time.

got all this stuff in the museum

community center!!!! obv I'm going on this route fuck Joja

COOL STUFF MENTION!!!11!!!11!!1! also why am I getting advertisements on my mail i hate it there

a cat appears! I'm letting you guys pick the name for the next animals, but I'm sorry I just had to name him...

( Jonathan Sims didn't fit and Jon Sims didn't felt right idk. Also it's an overused joke I know I know, but I had to)

cool hat I found while chopping down trees

first time I'm doing remixed bundles and this was the first different one! doesn't seem that hard tbh

I was wondering what the lil balloon in the calendar meant, i couldn't buy any of the books now but next time he's in town I'll buy some they're plenty useful

built a Silo!

Robin's axe!

Egg Hunt! I got 10 eggs and won :D also bought like 40 strawberry seeds, they give lots of gold and are one of Maru's loved gifts so win-win

best part of the update

I lied. THIS is the best part of the update actually

Welp, that was my week ig. I didn't do a lot of stuff cuz I was pretty busy most of the time but I still did some pretty cool things. I'm at level 6 fishing and on level 35 of the mines, and have 2 hearts with Maru already!

see y'all next week ( hopefully)

[dansnaturepictures]

16/08/2024-Woodpigeon, chamomile and bird's-foot trefoil, tree and one of the Great Crested Grebe chicks which I got wholesome and stunning views of today at Lakeside Country Park and musk mallow with a bee on and pretty bindweed at the flower bed area out the front.

Other highlights at Lakeside today were Migrant Hawker, Common Darter and Black-tailed Skimmer dragonflies, Blue-tailed Damselfly, Common Blue, Speckled Wood, Meadow Brown and Gatekeeper butterflies, House Martin, Blackbird, glorious views of Long-tailed Tits in a bush out the front, Collared Dove, Moorhen including great views of two chicks, Lesser Black-backed Gull, Greylag Goose, Mallards, beautifully sunlit purple loosestrife, red bartsia, great willowherb, red clover, water mint, hemp agrimony, wild parsnip, wild carrot and ragwort seed heads with Magpie and Collared Dove enjoyed at home.

[moths-wc-aus]

could i perhaps get some name ideas, suffixes, and prefixes that sort of fit the theme of cats who live in an abandoned barn as their clan camp? i've been calling them fruitclan, since a majority of their territory makes up an old orchard, and their leader is roosterstar

oooo, of course!

for prefixes, a lot of farm animals & foods will do.

pig, chicken, hen, lamb, sheep, cow, piglet, chick, calf, horse, foal, ewe, ram, donkey, mule, goat, and cattle are some animal options. you could also have some prefixes like horn, wool, or bleat.

apple, peach, gourd, squash, grain, wheat, barley, oat, pear, fennel, maize, corn, alfalfa, straw, hay, bean, beet, beetroot, potato, lettuce, parsnip, carrot, and berry are some plant options.

for suffixes, maybe hoof, horn, bleat, chirp, moo? i'd lean into the animal sounds and traits a little more.

some name suggestions; cowchirp, parsnipfur, haypetal, cattlefang, calfbleat, chickenclaw, goathorn, squashflame, maizeleaf, potatowhisker, barleytongue, alfalfanose

hope this helps!!

[spearxwind]

What's ur favorite soup though

oh!! my favorite soup is the broth left over when you make Puchero, which is a typical plate where I'm from :]

Puchero is a big stew made with potatoes, carrots, parsnip, celery, rutabaga, chick peas, chicken, beef & chorizo and its the best shit ever. When you make it you eat the ingredients dry on a plate, and the broth is used to make soup and that is my favorite one ever

Those are also the ingredients my family uses also, there are variants each family has as usual so its fun to have this at other homes and you can see how they do it differently

Its really hard to find proper pictures of it because a lot of the pics on google look a lil yucky but I promise its hella good

[anneimaginesundertale]

☀️🎃 Farmtale Boys Official Intro 🎃☀️

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☀️Sunny (Farmtale Sans)☀️

Sunny is about as laidback as you can get. He’s a lazybones. Not surprising, for a Sans, but there is something different. He doesn’t have that slight melancholy about him. He never went through resets or a genocide route. He was never trapped underground. His world was a peaceful one and the most he’s worried about (before the Incident that led him and his brother here) was what was going on with the machine.

Sunny is in charge of the crops on the farm. He plants everything from apples to zucchini and everything in between. He actually works really hard, though you’d never know it to look at him. He’s usually lazing on the porch, straw between his teeth, hat over his sockets, looking half asleep. He puns and goofs around like other Sanses and he loves to name critters after foods. If his brother lets him name a litter of kittens or some of the new chicks, they’re going to end up with names like Rutabaga or Nugget.

He’s good friends with Comet and with Sansy. They like to hang out and pun together, and talk about plants and food and such. Everything is just chill when Sunny’s around, except that it’s really warm because of his kind heart and his sunny smile.

Sunny speaks with a quiet country drawl. “Y’all come by any time ya want,” he says. “Door’s always open, and comp’ny’s always welcome.”

🎃Pumpkin (Farmtale Papyrus) 🎃

Pumpkin is very calm for a Papyrus, and patient as all get out. He puts up with a lot more from his brother than some of the other Paps do. He’s got the confidence of a Papyrus, and the friendly nature, but he’s not as loud and excitable as the others. He is very practical and goes about his work on the farm with diligence and strength.

The Great Pumpkin is in charge of the animals on the farm. He’s got a few horses and some cows, sheep and a couple of mischievous goats, chickens, ducks, pigs, a couple of herding doggos, and a whole colony of cats. The cats are his special sweethearts (even the ones who are sassy and standoffish). He loves them so much!

He tries very hard to give away or sell the kittens, but sometimes they’re just too cute! Most of the cats on the farm are kittens he’s raised. A couple of them are cats Pumpkin rescued after their owners drove them out to the farm to abandon them. (There’s a whole list at the end of this post. Thanks to @skulls-and-cypresses for helping me name all the kitties!) Pumpkin prefers to name the kitties (and his other animals) with good wholesome, sensible names. (Potato is not a name for a cat, Sunny! And don’t even talk to him about the pig that was almost named Bacon! Stars! Have some respect!)

Pumpkin really bonded with Captain, Sweets, and Rus. They all work together on projects sometimes and Pumpkin is eager to help his friends. He has a soft voice for a Papyrus. “We love having’ our friends over. Come by any time!”

🐱Farmtale Cats 🐱 

*Special thanks to @skulls-and-cypresses for the names and cat thoughts!

Bandit is the Mother of Bagel and Butter among many other kits.

Romeo and Juliet had Sweetpea, Popcorn, Rutabaga, Rhubarb, Turnip, and Wheat.

Joey and Ellie Mae are a pair that Pumpkin found and adopted.

Other kitties include Scamp, Parsnip, Swede, Squash, Salt and Pepper, and Parsley and Scallion.

[nhebi]

chapter i

warning : major spoiler, afab reader, mention of cigarette, fist fight, illegal trading, mention of weeds, dysfunctional family, drinking behavior (in upcoming chapters)

Drip!

You're woken up by the cold feeling on your forehead — noticing a small dribble of water above your bed. Looking at your nightstand, you remember a card Robin gave to you a week ago in case you need something that involves building, wood or something like that.

"Ah, I think I need to call her," you stop your hand from reaching out the phone, looking at the grandfather clock at the corner of your room.

It's two in the morning.

Who in the world will accept your call during such an hour?

"Hello, it's Robin. Who am I speaking to right now?"

Well, you have your answer.

"Oh, mm, hey, Robin," you bite your lower lip. "I need you to fix my ceiling."

You explain to her which area that needs to be repaired and perhaps replaced if the damage is irreparable. Unfortunately, it seems like the whole ceiling and floor need to be replaced because the creaks you hear underneath make your sleep getting worse than before.

"Alright, have your request on list," she replies, a small clap is heard from the other line, "Is six good? I don't think I'm early enough at three," she giggles.

"Yeah, do as you think fit," you reply before end the call, putting a bucket underneath the water leak and decide to sleep on a sofa instead, hoping you can get at least a few hours of sleep.

Knock! Knock!

"Oh! You seem.. restless, dearie," Robin gives you an expression full of motherly worries — something that you don't like to see early in the morning because of your bitter sleep.

"Just a bit tired. Come on in, I made some breakfast in case you haven't eaten anything," you push the door to give her space to enter and watch her tapping her boot against the floor — hearing a light creak coming out from it.

"Good thing I brought oak. Seems like these fellas you got are older than me to create such a noise," she drops piles of wood beside the door step and takes a seat on the dining table, looking at the breakfast with awe.

"These are amazing!" She exclaims, taking a bite from pancake with drizzle of locust honey and some fresh berries you picked yesterday. "Can I get the recipe? I'm sure my children will like these," she gives you a warm smile before you scribble it down on a piece of paper.

"I also write one for vanilla milk bread that you eat," you watch her slipping it into her pocket. "Who are your children? I'm sure they're around my age," you smile, feeling curious about them — and might know someone who's close to Sebastian and pry some information about this mysterious dark, tall and handsome man you met at the saloon.

"I have a daughter named Maru. She works at Harvey's clinic and usually creates couples of robot or something metallic at her room sometimes," she smiles, telling her that Maru is het daughter with Demetrius, her current husband — who's a scientist.

"There's my eldest son named Sebastian—"

Her rambles about her son suddenly got quiet down while her lips keep moving — with a faint frown once in a while whenever she mentions something about room or computer.

"He also loves to leave house late night," she pouts, playing with her spoon, "wish he does it during the daylight instead."

After finishing her breakfast, Robin begins her project as you leave the house to visit your small farm that you started few days ago by planting some parsnip, onion and radish with wormwood surrounding them — to keep some pests away from ruining your hard work.

"I think they're good enough now," you give each of them decent amount of fertilizer and water before getting inside the barn and coop — placing down couple of fresh hays you got from Marnie as their breakfast.

"Eat well, children. You need to grow up well to pay me back," you crouch down to pet a chick's head, giggling when it nuzzles its bead against your finger — trying to show you some affection.

You walk to the empty area beside the farm where you found your grandfather's grave. Placing down a basket of fresh fruits for an offering, you kneel down and begin to pray for his peace up there before brushing some dust away from your knees and check out each tapper on each tree — expecting it to be full before the end of the month.

"And there we go!" You place down couples of products into the shipping bin, expecting it'll give you a lot tomorrow morning like yesterday.

It seems like the spring will end soon because you can notice how the summer breeze begin to chase you out from the beach with Willy talking to you about his childhood with his father.

"You know? My pappy will be happy to meet someone like you. You got that talent for fishing, y'know?" He begins to take another big catch and put it inside his bucket with couples of medium sized fishes.

"Is that so? I'm still training and catch small one only," you reply, looking at your half-empty bucket then your reflection against the water.

"Don't be like that, sweetheart. You're amazing, that's for sure," you nod your head, playing with the end of your skirt, "I know. Thanks for the validation, Elliott."

"It's nothing, flower," he replies before sitting down beside you as Willy heads into his place.

The faint sound of pelican and wave numbing down your ears in a pleasant way as Elliott lets out a sigh full of relief. "I just finished my novel," he starts, looking far to the horizon, "the one that's based on your favourite genre."

Elliott has been struggling with his writing and feels happy after talking to you about his struggle — finding an inspiration to write about while looking down at messy scribbles, ink spots and bit of miswritten words on his drafts.

"Back then, everyone will laugh at my choice for writing sappy romantic stories," he smiles wryly, "yet, you helped me instead."

He places his hand on top of your head, giving a generous head rub before smoothing out your hairs. "You're a great friend and person, you know? I hope you find an equal to love," Elliott stands up from his position, telling you he needs to make sure his novel looks good enough to enjoy by others before it's presented.

It's cloudy but doesn't show any sign it'll rain any time soon, so you decide to go to the lake on the mountain with some sweets to enjoy with Linus nearby — hoping you can get a bigger fish for dinner tonight.

"Well, well, well," Linus catches your figure from his tent, "if it's not the generous farmer who brings me her cooking and baking everyday," he steps out from his tent and gives you a light smile, pointing at the small fire before his tent.

"I caught a big catch last night. Care to enjoy one with me?" You give him a quick nod and take out a small bundle of chewy cookies for him and lay it down, watching Linus grilling it and checking it out once it a while so it won't burn.

It's almost a month since your arrival here. Everyone's been treating you nice (well, some still tad bit cold, but it's alright!) and like the gifts you bring everyday. From a simple flower for Leah and Evelyn until the Pink Cake for Marnie and Abigail.

"And here's your part. Don't worry, already deboned it for you," Linus gives you a wink before enjoying the fish. You watch him in silent — feeling happy that he loved his meal before give it a go.

The fish's quite fresh so it didn't leave any bad aftertaste on your taste buds. There's a bit of hidden, small bones inside the fish (though, you bit on them to break it into smaller pieces and swallow them).

After enjoying your small lunch with Linus, you notice that Robin is walking towards her house, probably just finished her little project before you walk down and enter her house — looking at various objects and decorations inside.

"Oh, hey! I was just gonna inform you about your house," she smiles, placing her elbows on the counter, "I already finished them and will send you the bill if you don't have any requests. But, since you're here, how about checking out my catalogue?"

She shoves a thick catalogue book into your arms as you begin to open the first page — looking at couples of furniture and decoration for indoor and outdoor.

"These looks amazing — though, this is not what I want," you shake your head, giving her a sweet smile. "But, the cottage's a bit too small for me — mind to expand it? Maybe add the second floor and basement, if you don't mind?"

Robin doesn't give you any direct answer. Instead, she disappears to the corridor at your right with a 'wait here!'. Not giving a second thought about her, you decide to sit down on a soft, plush chair nearby — waiting for her.

"Oh, you?"

You raise your head and collide with Sebastian's gaze — not expecting to see him at such an hour. "What are you doing here?" He takes few steps to your direction, not giving any question until you reply him.

"Just, house and.. remodeling," you can't help but feeling like pulling your hair away at your reply.

He's a bit silent for a bit — perhaps feeling confused about your answer, thinking about another question to understand you or finding you as a weird person who can't communicate like a decent human being.

"Remodeling your house? Well, that place needs a lot of reparations — actually, you need to build it from zero,"

"Found it— Oh, Sebby!" Robin lets out a squeal and pinches Sebastian's cheek to his dismay.

You look at their mother-son bonding, chuckling lightly into your hand and can understand how much Robin loves him despite his rebel against her language of love.

"You never told me you know the new farmer," she pouts at him, who looks at you for help.

You're stunned because actually, you don't know him. Besides the fact that you know his name and face — you don't know that he's Robin's son or someone who loves to sleep in the basement.

"We met at the Saloon a few weeks ago," you blurt out, "nothing close. Just exchanging a few words and go," you continue, not feeling sure if Robin will buy it.

Out of your expectation, she believes you! Telling you how 'he isn't a person who will be interested in someone after their first meeting' before calling you to see the blueprint on her hand.

"For this part, I think the second floor doesn't have to be excessive— an empty room and bedroom for children will be enough,"

"Why would she need it? She's still too young to think about having a child," Sebastian cuts her mother off, who looks at him with mouth agape, "did you just give me your opinion?" she asks, lacing with a worried and happy tone.

Based on what she told me about during breakfast (at least from what you remembered), Sebastian hates to butt into unnecessary talks — or if it involves Demetrius.

Or even worse, if it's Demetrius who starts it.

"It seems like she doesn't know what to say because of your—"

"I want!"

Both of them turn their heads towards your direction, wide eyes and slightly ajar mouth. "Actually, you don't—" "I do!" You cut Robin off, telling her that you love children and would like to have room for one — or two.

"Wow, easy there, girlie. Take a second for a deep breath," Sebastian places his hands over your shoulders, giving you a sign to stop panicking and replying impulsively.

You're brought back to the reality after hearing his comment and take a deep breath — realising that you might come out as an aggressive client to Robin. "I'm sorry for my manner— I love children and will be happy to have a room for one," you play with the end of your sleeve, feeling nervous about her reaction.

"That's great!" She gives you a gentle squeeze on the shoulder, praying for your happiness and hoping you'll invite her to your wedding someday.

"Whoever marries you must be a great person — perhaps, Alex?" Her eyes shine brightly, full of expectations.

"Or Sam! Jodi told me how he always praises your sweets and little gift you prepare every day—"

"Pfft— Aight, I need to head out for a smoke," Sebastian shoves his hand into the pocket before leaving both of you dumbfounded at his sudden outburst then focusing on the remodel back.

Walking back to your place, you notice a brief glimpse of golden spike peaking out from behind a tree and decide to get closer to it slowly, jumping out to see a startled Sam and — laughing Sebastian?

"Should have given me a more gentle surprise instead of this," Sam pouts at you before leaning his head down, asking for a small head pat as your apology.

"I thought you'll like pizza more instead of head pat," you grin, looking at his sparkling eyes. "You can make pizza?" You give him a nod, telling him that you'll bring it to his house tonight.

Sebastian who stands a few steps away from both of you can't help but feel curious about how you can get close to everyone he knows — talking to them in such a manner that told him you've been friends with them since diaper.

His eyes suddenly catch Sam's arm slinging over your shoulder, swatting it away gently. "Don't make her feel uncomfy," he comments on Sam. "It's alright! He means no harm, so I'm okay with his arm," you reply, reassuring Sam from the sudden guilt that came to him.

"Why do you feel okay with him touching you like that? You're not even his friend."

[stardewvalley-journal]

Week 3, Spring, Year 1

My coop is done! I ordered it Monday and Robin built it so fast! My next purchase was 2 cute little chicks. Their names are Eggatha and Eggwina. 

The TV says that this is salmonberry season. I spent 3 days harvesting all I could find. Hopefully they will restore my energy in the mines. 

I did some fishing off and on during the week and found a dinosaur egg! Wow! They are supposed to be pretty rare, so I’m excited to hatch it and see what it looks like. It will be a while, though. My coop just isn’t big enough yet for dinosaurs. 

I learned how to make tappers this week. One day I just puttered around on the farm making copper bars, chopping wood, and making tappers. I tapped two oak trees, a maple tree, and a pine tree, but I definitely need more!

I worked in the mines this week, too, getting all the way to level 45! Now to turn all that iron ore into iron bars. My axe and pickaxe need to be upgraded soon! My broken trident just wasn’t effective past level 40, so I bought a claymore sword. It hurt my bank account, but now I’m not getting hurt as much in the mines. The first iron bar I made helped make a recycling machine. Trash to treasure, baby! Trash to treasure! 

The traveling cart finally had something I could use. I got a red cabbage seed! 

I didn’t mention all the farming I did. Still trying to get those 5 golden parsnips. I’m up to 4, but I’m running out of time. Spring is only another week. Crossing my fingers! 

[beautifultypewriter]

Goodbye Earl ~ Esme Shelby

Requested: No

Warnings: Death, murder, poison, disposal of a body, abusive husband (nothing graphic), injured reader, language

Word Count: 1,964

Pairing: Esme Shelby x platonic!fem!reader

Summary: Based on Goodbye Earl by The Chicks. Esme and Reader decide that something must be done about Reader’s abusive husband.

A/N: This is quite possibly the best song ever and I love Esme to death. I wish she was my best friend. Also I got the idea for this at like 2am, so maybe not my best decision, but it’s happening anyway. This is meant to be done in a more lighthearted way as the song is, so hopefully that all comes through.

You sat up in your hospital bed, trying to keep your right eye open (the left was swollen shut), but the exhaustion was catching up with you. There was a commotion in the hallway, and you could hear some yelling as a tray hit the floor. Looking towards the door, you sighed when you saw your best friend pushing the door open. She stopped when she saw you, the anger previously on her face melting away as she rushed to your bedside. You sucked in a breath as you looked away from her. She was having none of it though. She gently pressed her hand to your cheek and turned your head. Esme sighed as she looked over your swollen eye and cut lip. There was a bruise forming on your temple and you were sure she saw it. The fire returned to her eyes as she scowled, “Y/N, you don’t have to put up with this.” She tapped your cheek, trying to get you to look at her, “He has no right to treat you like his own personal punching bag.”

 You shook your head, “I shouldn’t have made him mad.”

 Esme stared into your eyes, her frown deepening, “Stop making excuses for him. You know he doesn’t deserve it.” You nodded as your attention turned to your lap once again. She was right. She always was. Esme sighed as she sat next to you on the bed, slinging her arm over your shoulder and pulling you close, “I can talk to John.”

 You pulled away from her, “So some peaky boys can rough him up and then he’ll take out his anger on me? No thank you.” Your eyes slipped shut as you tried to focus your breathing. Moving your hands, you grabbed the hospital sheet in your fist, counting down from ten in your head. Esme shook her head, leaning close to you again, her forehead pressing against your temple. Your hand moved up to your face, your index finger running slowly over your busted lip.

 Esme turned her head, so that she was looking towards the wall, “Something must be done.” Your eyes opened as you tilted your head. Yes. Something must be done. You turned to face Esme just as her eyes landed on you again. There was a twinkle in her eye that you were sure was mirrored in your own and you managed a small smile in response to hers. She lifted her hand, pressing her closed fist against her lips and holding her pinkie out. You nodded to each other as you moved your own hand forward, your pinkie locking with hers.

 You had been released from the hospital that afternoon and although you had returned to an empty house, you knew it wasn’t going to stay that way for long. You had played the good wife and started cooking dinner. You had even made his favorite. Parsnip and celery root stew. Your tongue poked out to run along your bottom lip, catching on the cut. Esme had yet to arrive and you were starting to get worried. If she didn’t make it here before him then your plan was never going to work.

 The kitchen door was thrown open, startling you to the point where you almost dropped the entire pot of stew. Spinning on your heels, you lifted your spoon high in the air. Esme stared at you and then the spoon and then you again. You sighed, lowering the spoon again, “Where have you been?” You rushed over to close the door as she moved into the kitchen, pulling something from her pocket as she moved towards the stove. You stepped up next to her, “He’ll be home any minute now.” Esme waved you off as she held up whatever she had pulled from her pocket. You squinted, “Well what is it?”

 Esme placed the plant in your hand, “Belladonna root.” She moved over to the cupboard and pulled your mortar and pestle out. She turned back to you, “Crush it up and put it in his stew.” Her hip jutted out as she placed her hand and stared at the root in your hand, “He won’t hit you again.”

 You twirled the plant between your fingers, “You’re sure?” Looking up at her, you smiled when you saw her smirk. She nodded as she passed you the mortar. You took it and quickly crushed the root. Esme stood over your shoulder, watching as you spooned a good amount of stew into a bowl. Then you grabbed her hand as you picked up the mortar. The two of you exchanged small smiles as you poured the crushed root into the stew. Esme squeezed your hand as she picked up a spoon and stirred the soup, the belladonna getting mixed in with the parsnip and celery. She smiled over at you as she tossed the spoon back to the counter, the clink of it echoing in the otherwise quiet room. You nodded once before flashing her your own smile.

 Then the front door slammed open and the two of you stared at each other with wide eyes. Loud footsteps echoed down the hall and you could hear your husband grumbling to himself as he moved towards the kitchen. You looked to the hall then back to her, your heart rate picking up as you thought of where she could hide. You pulled your hand from Esme’s, instead laying them on her shoulders and steering her towards the small kitchen closet. She should be able to fit. Esme threw the door open before she squeezed herself in. Right before you shut the door, she reached out and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. You nodded to her, closed the door, and spun around just as your husband stepped into the room.

 He looked you up and down, sniffing as he did so, “Decided to finally come home then?” He moved over to the table, not waiting for any kind of response from you. He sat in the chair, his back to you and the closet, “Well, you gonna bring me my food?” Your eyes slid over to the bowl of stew with a special ingredient and you nodded. Oh yeah, you’d bring him his food.

 Stepping over to the counter, you spooned some more stew into another bowl, “I made your favorite.” Your husband sniffed again as he reached for the whisky you had set on the table earlier. He poured himself a generous amount as you moved over to the table, both bowls in your hands. You placed his bowl down first before you moved over to your own chair. You ate slowly, keeping your eyes on your husband. He had downed his entire glass of whisky in one go before picking up his spoon and digging into the stew. He ate quickly, slurping as he scooped more spoonfuls of stew without pause. You scrunched your nose as you watched him, smiling if he ever glanced over at you.

 The closet door opened slowly, and Esme peeked her head out. She looked over your husband before her eyes moved to you. She smiled and gave you a thumbs up. You nodded to her and she slipped back into the closet, pulling the door closed quietly.

 Your attention turned back to your husband as his spoon clattered against his half-eaten bowl of stew. You feigned concern as he swayed in his seat. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? Aren’t you hungry?” You picked up your own spoon, taking a bite of your dinner. Your husband blinked rapidly, as if he were trying to clear his vision, and you could see sweat dripping down his face.

 He looked around the room, still swaying, “What’s…” he blinked, his hand pressing against his forehead, “what’s happening?” His eyes settled on you and you smirked.

 “I made it special for you.” You rested your elbows on the table, lacing your fingers together and placing your chin atop them. You tilted your head, your smirk widening. Your husband’s body started jerking and then he hit the floor with a thud. Leaning over to the side, you stared at him on the floor, his eyes wide open and his chest still.

 Esme pushed open the closet door once more, this time she stepped out and came to stand next to you. The two of you stood side by side, staring down at your husband. You nudged him with your foot and he barely moved. Esme leaned down and pressed her fingers to his neck. You waited with bated breath, your fingers gripping the skirt of your dress. Then she turned to you and smiled, shaking her head. You smiled back at her.

 The two of you had had some difficulty wrapping his body in the sheet, but you had managed. Esme was able to nick a cart from Charlie’s yard and the two of you were able to haul your husband up onto it. It was the middle of the night, so the streets were empty as the two of you pushed the cart under the cover of darkness.

 You made it to the cut in record time. Taking a deep breath, you moved over to grab his shoulders while Esme grabbed his feet. She looked up at you, “One, two, three.” The two of you lifted the body, shuffling to the side, holding him up maybe an inch from the ground. Esme slipped and you lost your grip on the sheet, dropping him in the dirt. Esme dropped her end with a shake of her head, “Let’s push him.” You nodded to her and both of you stepped to one side of him and started shoving him forward. You found it difficult to find purchase in the mud, but you managed to stay on your feet. Esme groaned, “This fucker is heavy.” You laughed as you pushed harder. Esme chuckled along with you, “Almost there.” And you were. He was on the edge now and one more good push would send him over into the water.

 There was a splash as he hit the water, sinking down to the bottom. You straightened up just as Esme wrapped her arm around your shoulders. You leaned your head against hers as you stared into the water, “So long, Earl.” You gave a half-hearted salute as Esme laughed and pulled you closer. Your arms wrapped around her waist as you smiled. You pulled Esme away, “Let’s get out of here.” You laughed as you hugged her tightly, moving back the way the two of you had come, stumbling over each other’s feet.

 The next morning, you were sat with Esme at her kitchen table, both of you enjoying a cup of tea. You hadn’t said anything about the previous night, but whenever you caught each other’s eye, you’d smile. John stepped into the kitchen, kissing Esme’s head before he turned his attention to you. His eyes lingered on your bruised eye, “Heard about your husband, Y/N.” You nodded and he returned it with a nod of his own, “Just say the word and we’ll have a chat with ‘im.” He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb, clearly indicating his brothers, though they weren’t there.

 You nodded again, “Thanks for the offer, John, but,” you and Esme shared a look, smiles growing on your faces, “I don’t think I’ll be having any more problems with him.” You looked up at the Shelby man as Esme hid her laughter in her teacup. He looked between the pair of you before he shook his head, mumbling something about how he didn’t want to know before he slipped out the back door. As soon as he was gone, you and Esme knocked your hands together, still sipping your tea.

[kfireforall]

Kundalini Awakening Diet and Lifestyle

- For those who have it flowing in themselves already -

by Chrism

Yes organic foods as much as is possible. No caffeine. No high fructose corn syrups. No really hot spices. No cigarettes. Alcohol is also best to surrender. If you can grow some of your food even better. Coconut milk and or water is helpful for the vitamin combination and well as the electrolytes. As is watermelon. It is individual for everyone as well. Follow what your Kundalini guides you to have. If you are to eat meat try to get wild game if you can or at least organic meats. Eat the meat even if you have been vegetarian for many years. Kundalini uses it to transform the body. Do not resist this. Same with the plants if you mainly eat meat. Always thank the plants and animals that give of themselves for your benefit. Lifestyle is to become all of the noble qualities as much of your conscious time as you can become. Loving, forgiving, tolerant, gracious, patient, trustful and trustworthy, diligent, joyful, compassionate, disciplined, considerate and kind, strong and courageous, fearless, discerning, intelligent, non egotistical, honest and truthful among others. This relates to why a person is even given the gift of grace. Become that healer, that saint in the populations. Give of your love and your care for others especially strangers. Let yourself feel the Kundalini as it brings itself to and through you every second of your life as it is the Kundalini that is taking you into the next levels of the human divine. Nothing else can really matter but your bond with God in this sense. This is what I do as well. Become that person that is the new expression of humanity on this planet. Let the Kundalini come into you in stronger and stronger waves of grace. Go out of your way to encourage its greater presence within you "as much as you can." Take the Shaktipat. Come to a seminar. Meet other awakened people and begin, in a greater way, to merge into the divine channel that is opening itself within you. - blessings and grace to you all!

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RAW FOOD AND KUNDALINI / FRUIT Pre Kundalini go with what you feel is best for you in this regard. Teach your ego consciousness to feel and discern that which your higher consciousness is communicating via the intuitive processes. When Kundalini comes your surrender to her in this way will be complete and that which is given to you from the Kundalini will dictate what is and what isnt consumed. In regards to preparing the way through nutrition. Balance is best and with respect to how others view the Kundalini, I feel it is best to have balance in what is consumed. Root vegetables and yes melon for the kidneys and adrenals but not just any melon "Watermelon" is the one that I will recommend. Meats are not forbidden in my offerings of Kundalini preparation. Meat is always an option and the Kundalini itself will give this option to some and then retract it the very next week or in a similar time period. Vegetarianism is also given and this must also be adhered to or avoided as is determined by the actual Kundalini within a person. Before hand it is also a good and viable preparatory choice. Follow the personal intuition. Celibacy is a personal choice. Kundalini in the activated or awakened state once again will take control of these expressions. But for the inculcation of an awakening or activation sexual conduct is not prohibited. The love of a person for another must be part of the equation. - blessings -chrism 

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Are You Eating Enough Alkaline Foods to Maintain Vital Health?

This chart provides information that shows the contribution of various food

substances to the acidifying of body fluids, and ultimately, to the urine,

saliva, and blood. In general, it is important to eat a diet that contains foods

from both sides of the chart.

Allergic reactions and other forms of stress tend to produce acids in the body.

The presence of high acidity indicates that more of your foods should be

selected from the alkalizing group.

You may find it useful to check your pH using our Personal pH Test Kit in order

to find out if your selection is providing the desired balance.

People vary, but for most, the ideal diet is 75 percent alkalizing and 25 percent acidifying foods by volume.

ALKALIZING FOODS VEGETABLES

Garlic

Asparagus

Fermented Veggies

Watercress

Beets

Broccoli

Brussel sprouts

Cabbage

Carrot

Cauliflower

Celery

Chard

Chlorella

Collard Greens

Cucumber

Eggplant

Kale

Kohlrabi

Lettuce

Mushrooms

Mustard Greens

Dulce

Dandelions

Edible Flowers

Onions

Parsnips (high glycemic)

Peas

Peppers

Pumpkin

Rutabaga

Sea Veggies

Spirulina

Sprouts

Squashes

Alfalfa

Barley Grass

Wheat Grass

Wild Greens

Nightshade Veggies

FRUITS

Apple

Apricot

Avocado

Banana (high glycemic)

Cantaloupe

Cherries

Currants

Dates/Figs

Grapes

Grapefruit

Lime

Honeydew Melon

Nectarine

Orange

Lemon

Peach

Pear

Pineapple

All Berries

Tangerine

Tomato

Tropical Fruits

Watermelon

PROTEIN

Eggs

Whey Protein Powder

Cottage Cheese

Chicken Breast

Yogurt

Almonds

Chestnuts

Tofu (fermented)

Flax Seeds

Pumpkin Seeds

Tempeh (fermented)

Squash Seeds

Sunflower Seeds

Millet

Sprouted Seeds

Nuts

OTHER

Apple Cider Vinegar

Bee Pollen

Lecithin Granules

Probiotic Cultures

Green Juices

Veggies Juices

Fresh Fruit Juice

Organic Milk

(unpasteurized)

Mineral Water

Alkaline Antioxidant Water

Green Tea

Herbal Tea

Dandelion Tea

Ginseng Tea

Banchi Tea

Kombucha

SWEETENERS

Stevia

SPICES/SEASONINGS

Cinnamon

Curry

Ginger

Mustard

Chili Pepper

Sea Salt

Miso

Tamari

All Herbs

ORIENTAL VEGETABLES

Maitake

Daikon

Dandelion Root

Shitake

Kombu

Reishi

Nori

Umeboshi

Wakame

Sea Veggies

ACIDIFYING FOODS FATS & OILS

Avocado Oil

Canola Oil

Corn Oil

Hemp Seed Oil

Flax Oil

Lard

Olive Oil

Safflower Oil

Sesame Oil

Sunflower Oil

FRUITS

Cranberries

GRAINS

Rice Cakes

Wheat Cakes

Amaranth

Barley

Buckwheat

Corn

Oats (rolled)

Quinoa

Rice (all)

Rye

Spelt

Kamut

Wheat

Hemp Seed Flour

DAIRY

Cheese, Cow

Cheese, Goat

Cheese, Processed

Cheese, Sheep

Milk

Butter

NUTS & BUTTERS

Cashews

Brazil Nuts

Peanuts

Peanut Butter

Pecans

Tahini

Walnuts

ANIMAL PROTEIN

Beef

Carp

Clams

Fish

Lamb

Lobster

Mussels

Oyster

Pork

Rabbit

Salmon

Shrimp

Scallops

Tuna

Turkey

Venison

PASTA (WHITE)

Noodles

Macaroni

Spaghetti

OTHER

Distilled Vinegar

Wheat Germ

Potatoes

DRUGS & CHEMICALS

Chemicals

Drugs, Medicinal

Drugs, Psychedelic

Pesticides

Herbicides

ALCOHOL

Beer

Spirits

Hard Liquor

Wine

BEANS & LEGUMES

Black Beans

Chick Peas

Green Peas

Kidney Beans

Lentils

Lima Beans

Pinto Beans

Red Beans

Soy Beans

Soy Milk

White Beans

Rice Milk

Almond Milk

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my personal prefix list

A

Acanthus, Aconite, Acorn, Adder, Agate, Albatross, Alder, Algae, Alligator, Allium, Aloe, Alpine, Alyssum, Amaranth, Amaryllis, Amber, Anemone, Ant, Apple, Ash, Ashen, Asp, Aspen, Asphodel, Aster, Atlas, Auburn, Avocet, Azalea, Azure

B

Badger, Barberry, Bark, Barley, Basil, Bass, Bat, Bay, Bayberry, Beach, Bean, Bear, Beaver, Bee, Beech, Beetle, Berry, Betony, Billow, Birch, Bird, Bittern, Black, Blackberry, Blackbird, Blaze, Blazing, Bliss, Blister, Blizzard, Bloom, Blooming, Blossom, Blotch, Blotched, Blue, Bluebell, Blueberry, Bluebird, Boar, Bog, Bolt, Bone, Borage, Boulder, Bounce, Bowfin, Bracken, Bramble, Branch, Brass, Brave, Bream, Breeze, Briar, Bright, Brindle, Bristle, Broken, Bronze, Brook, Broom, Brown, Brush, Bubble, Buck, Bug, Bull, Bullfrog, Bumble, Burdock, Burn, Burnet, Burning, Burnt, Burr, Bush, Buttercup, Butterfly, Buzz, Buzzard

C

Calm, Canary, Cardinal, Carp, Cave, Cavern, Cedar, Chaffinch, Char, Charred, Chasing, Cherry, Chervil, Chestnut, Chick, Chickadee, Chicken, Chipmunk, Chirp, Chive, Chrysalis, Cicada, Cinder, Cinnamon, Clay, Clear, Cliff, Cloud, Clouded, Cloudy, Clover, Coal, Cobalt, Cobweb, Cold, Comet, Comfrey, Condor, Conifer, Copper, Cormorant, Cornflower, Corvid, Cotton, Cougar, Cove, Cow, Coyote, Crab, Crane, Crawfish, Crayfish, Cream, Creek, Creeping, Cricket, Crimson, Crocodile, Crooked, Crouch, Crow, Cuckoo, Curlew, Cygnet, Cypress

D

Daffodil, Daisy, Dancing, Dandelion, Dapple, Dappled, Dark, Dawn, Day, Dazzle, Deer, Dew, Doe, Dog, Dove, Dream, Drift, Drifting, Drizzle, Duck, Dune, Dusk, Dust, Dusty

E

Eagle, Ebony, Echo, Eddy, Eel, Egg, Egret, Eider, Elder, Elk, Elm, Ember, Ermine, Evening, Eventide, Ewe

F

Faith, Falcon, Fallen, Falling, Fallow, Fawn, Feather, Fen, Fennel,  Fern, Ferret, Fidget, Field, Fin, Finch, Fire, Firefly, Fish, Flake, Flame, Flare, Flash, Flax, Flea, Fleet, Flicker, Flight, Flint, Flood, Flounder, Flower, Flurry, Flutter, Fly, Flying, Foam, Fog, Forest, Fox, Foxglove, Freckle, Freckled, Freezing, Fritillary, Frog, Frost, Frozen, Fruit

G

Gale, Gardenia, Garlic, Garter, Gator, Gentle, Ginger, Glade, Gleaming, Glimmer, Glowing, Gloom, Goat, Golden, Goldfish, Goose, Gopher, Gorge, Gorse, Gosling, Grass, Gravel, Green, Grey, Grouse, Grove, Gull, Guppy, Gust

H

Hackberry, Haddock, Hail, Half, Hare, Harrier, Haven, Hawk, Hawthorn, Hay, Haze, Hazel, Heath, Heather, Heavy, Hedge, Hemlock, Hen, Heron, Herring, Hickory, Hidden, Hill, Hive, Hollow, Holly, Honey, Hop, Hope, Horizon, Hornet, Hound, Hush, Hyacinth, Hyssop

I

Ibis, Ice, Icy, Indigo, Iris, Ivory, Ivy

J

Jackdaw, Jagged, Jaguar, Jasmine, Jay, Jump, Jumping, Juniper

K

Kelp, Kestrel, Kindle, Kink, Kite, Knotweed, Koi

L

Lake, Lamb, Larch, Lark, Larkspur, Laurel, Lavender, Leaf, Leaping, Leech, Leek, Lemming, Leopard, Lichen, Light, Lightning, Lily, Lion, Linden, Little, Lizard, Lobelia, Locust, Long, Loon, Lost, Lotus, Loud, Lupine, Lynx

M

Mackerel, Magnolia, Magpie,  Mallard, Mallow, Mantis, Maple, Marble, Marbled, Marigold, Marmot, Marrow, Marsh, Marten, Mayflower, Meadow, Mellow, Merlin, Midge, Milkweed, Mink, Minnow, Mint, Mire, Mist, Mistle, Misty, Mole, Monarch, Moon, Moor, Moorhen, Moose, Morning, Mosquito, Moss, Mossy, Moth, Mottle, Mottled, Mountain, Mouse, Mud, Muddy, Mulberry, Mumble, Murky, Mushroom, Myrtle

N

Needle, Nettle, Newt, Night, Nut, Nuthatch

O

Oak, Oat, Ocean, Oleander, Olive, Orchid, Oriole, Osprey, Otter, Owl, Oyster

P

Pale, Pansy, Panther, Parsley, Parsnip, Partridge, Passerine, Patch, Pea, Peach, Pear, Pearl, Pebble, Peeper, Pelican, Peony, Pepper, Perch, Peregrine, Periwinkle, Petal, Petrel, Petunia, Pheasant, Pickerel, Pigeon, Pike, Pine, Pink, Pipit, Pitch, Plover, Plum, Poison, Pollen, Pond, Pool, Poplar, Poppy, Possom, Posy, Pounce, Prickle, Primrose, Puddle, Puffin, Pumpkin, Purple

Q

Quail, Quick, Quiet

R

Rabbit, Raccoon, Ragged, Ragweed, Rain, Raining, Ram, Raspberry, Rat, Raven, Red, Reed, Ribbon, Ridge, Ripple, Rising, River, Robin, Rock, Rocky, Rook, Rooster, Root, Rose, Rosemary, Rowan, Rubble, Rue, Rumble, Running, Rush, Rushing, Russet, Rust, Rusty, Rye

S

Sable, Sage, Salamander, Salmon, Salvia, Sand, Sandwort, Sandy, Sap, Scarlet, Scorch, Scorched, Scorching, Scratch, Screech, Sea, Seal, Sedge, Seed, Senna, Serval, Shade, Shadow, Shale, Sharp, Shatter, Sheep, Shell, Shimmer, Shining, Shiver, Shore, Shrew, Shrike, Shrub, Shy, Silent, Silk, Silver, Singe, Singing, Skip, Skunk, Sky, Slate, Sleek, Sleeping, Sleepy, Sleet, Slight, Slip, Sloe, Slug, Sly, Small, Smoke, Smudge, Snag, Snail, Snake, Snap, Sneeze, Snow, Snowy, Soaring, Soft, Song, Soot, Sorrel, Spark, Sparrow, Speckle, Speckled, Spider, Splash, Splinter, Splotch, Spot, Spotted, Spring, Spruce, Squirrel, Stag, Starling, Stem, Stoat, Stone, Stork, Storm, Stormy, Strawberry, Stream, Strike, Striped, Sugar, Sun, Sunflower, Sunny, Swallow, Swamp, Swan, Sweet, Swift, Swirl, Sycamore

T

Tabby, Tall,  Talon, Tanager, Tangle, Tansy, Tawny, Teasel, Tempest, Tern, Thicket, Thistle, Thorn, Thrush, Thunder, Thyme, Tide, Tiger, Timber, Tiny, Toad, Topple, Torrent, Tortoise, Tree, Trout, Tulip, Tumble, Turkey, Turtle, Twig, Twilight, Twist, Twisted, Twitch

U

Umber, Ursinia

V

Valley, Velvet, Venom, Vervain, Vetch, Vine, Violet, Viper, Vixen, Vole, Vulture

W

Walnut, Wandering, Warble, Warbler, Wasp, Weasel, Web, Weed, Wet, Whirl, Whisker, Whisper, Whispering, Whistle, White, Whorl, Wild, Willow, Wind, Windy, Wish, Wisp, Wolf, Wood, Wool, Wooly, Worm, Wren

Y

Yarrow, Yellow, Yew