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ahollowgrave · 21 days

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-- Odette Hollows [B A S I C S]

B A S I C S

Name: Odette Hollows Nicknames: None commonly used. Yein calls her their ‘Moonlit Friend’ and Marlow refers to her by title; Sister. I don’t know if any of these are ‘nicknames.’ Age: Early Twenties Nameday: 9th Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon Race: Mostly Hyur; technically Ashkin. Gender: CIS Female Orientation: Demi Lesbian Profession: Nun Errant, Psychopomp, Shepherd

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Strands of spun moonlight are cropped just past her jawline; styled with a few braids with occasional charms or ribbons woven throughout. Likely her most recognizable feature. In dark enough settings, it can shed low light. Eyes: Like frozen pools; her right eye is a sharp blue, and her left is a clear lavender. Skin: Ghostly pale, dotted with occasional beauty marks. Tattoos/scars: Graced with stretch marks but beyond that no notable scars.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Unknown to her, deceased. Perfectly nice people who, through no fault of their own, died. Siblings: N/A Grandparents: Unknown to her, deceased. Also perfectly nice people. In-laws and Other: A great-many-times-over Aunt named Odile. A not-so-nice person. Pets: Rou, a large Karakul who often travels with Odette. Three ewes: Pomme, Poire, and Peche.

S K I L L S

Abilities: - Odette is a beacon to lost souls, ghosts, and spirits. They flock to her and under the umbrella of her influence their forms are altered into that of moths. They cling to her, calling for aid which she lends as best she can. Odette is a psychopomp, she guides the dead without judgment. She can see, hear, and otherwise interact with these lost and stuck souls. She has a custom job fusion of WHM (Conjury)/PLD.

- A strong defensive fighter, Odette prefers her shield and conjurer’s cane to the sword that hangs at her side. She wields her shield well, trusting in it fully to keep herself and her loved ones safe. When she plants her cane, the river rises.

- Kulning is an ancient form of herding calls used over long distances. Odette learned the skill in her youth and uses it still, calling in her small flock of Karakul at her home. Is this important enough to put here? Probably not, it’s just an additional fun fact! For you!

Hobbies: Reading, gardening, knitting (badly), and exploration. She also plays piano and harp.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: The warmth of her personality, her willingness to meet and love people as they are and as they change. Her curiosity about the people around her. Most Negative Trait: Her inability to trust herself, her eagerness to trust others above herself. People don’t care for the stealing, either.

L I K E S

Colors: Blues, Purples, Silver, and a pop of red. Smells: Rich, damp soil; Cedar; sun-ripened peaches; sweet, warm vanilla. Textures: The warmth of hand-spun wool, wood worn smooth with use, the delicate touch of petals against skin. Drinks: Hot chocolate with marshmallows and butterscotch, lemonade infused with different fruits and flowers.

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Not cigarettes. Drinks: No. Drugs: Yes, pretty heavily. She cannot sleep so she takes drugs to sort of ‘float’ in a resting state. It doesn’t work but it is better than nothing. Mount Issuance: Odette is not insured to ride anything. She walks most places, or takes ferries and airships where she can. She owns a Chocobo, named Beauty, who was gifted to her by her friend None. Most of the time if she is riding, she rides Rou, her most loyal Karakul. Been Arrested: No, but she should have been.

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#Character Sheet #Odette Hollows #AhhHHHHHHHHHHH #Sorry if I tagged you and you've already been tagged or if you already did it and I reblogged it I panic about tagging people in these #but I love to be tagged so feel like I should make an effort to tag others!!#you understand #anyway behold the girl i love her so much #also I swapped odette's facepaint to the blush #and I think it is SO CUTE #edit: the typos.... the typos....

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tamaruaart · 3 months

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An introduction to my LMK characters :D

So I want to give you all an actual introduction to my LMK/JTTW babies-

So this will be that :) (Note: These are their lmk designs, I might post their jttw book designs some other time)

Zhaoyan "Zhao" Whang'e🍑

Zhaoyan is a Peach Maiden with the gift of healing that was passed down to the girls in her family. Zhao is very calm and motherly, she mostly just takes care of the plants and fruits from the Celestial Realm. However when she's not in the Celestial Realm, she's in Megapolis keeping MK company, MK and Zhao have a very Aunty-Nephew relationship.

Though she might seem social considering she's very good with kids and doesn't seem to have trouble with appealing to people, Zhao is very quiet and actively tries not to make many friends. This is mostly because of her past problems with her relationship towards her family and friends. With her leaving her family because of their mistreatment towards her, and the death of some people that were very close to her, who's death she still hasn't fully recovered from. But don't you worry, MK and Mei are working on helping her past these issues with the help of the gang™ >:)

Quanshuǐ Wǔ🌺

Quanshuǐ is a very warm and sweet person! She's talkative and loves animals. Though she is very sweet she's incredibly clumsy, often messing things up. In her past this lead her to be very critiqued by her fellow Flora Maidens, they would nag her day and night about how she just messes everything up. Because of this Quanshuǐ developed HUGE self worth issues and anxiety.... Or at least until she met Zhao

Zhaoyan was the sister Quanshuǐ never had, instead of tending to flowers who won't judge her all day, she was hanging around the many Gardens of peaches in the celestial realm. Eventually Quanshuǐ took a crack at people again by trying to befriend the other Peach Maidens as well, which she succeeded in doing!

The Peach Maiden's are sorta like her aunties now. She still has a bit of anxiety but for once instead of being around people who make her feel worthless over every single mistake, she's around people who love and appreciate her for who she really is :'))

(The sparrow named Huā is Quanshuǐ's best buddie. Quanshuǐ found Huā injured in the forest one day while she was tending to a rose bush. She took Huā to Zhao so she could heal her, and Zhao told Quanshuǐ she could take care of the sparrow because Zhao isn't the best with any other animals that aren't cats lol)

Yueliang "Yue"🌙

(off topic but why my man be standin' there like: 🧍‍♂️)

Yueliang or Yue as they call him, is an immortal Moon Spirit. He was born from a magical orchid that only grows on the Moon and after Chang'e- the goddess of the Moon found him she decided to take Yue in. Even these days he visits Chang'e very very often. Because that is his mama :>

Yue is a very silly and a "talk before you think" kinda' guy. He's very, very, very charismatic, respectless and chaotic. Nowadays he acts as a Jade Messenger because of his incredible speed. He delivers messages from the Jade Emperor to the other deities, sometimes he even delivers fake rude messages just to cause drama. He gets punished every time but he's just like "Yk what? T'was worth it. >:)".

Not to mention that Zhao and Quanshuǐ are his number 1 prank victims. He once turned all the Immortality Peaches invisible and the Peach Maidens & Quanshuǐ were just freaking the heck out, and he was just spying on them being like: Hehe look at them go :D

And ye, that's everyone for now! If I do make more LMK OCs I will edit this post. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you'll enjoy these little fella's as much as I do! :)

#monkie kid #lmk oc #lego monkie kid #jttw oc #jttw #lmk #lego monkie kid oc #monkie kid oc #oc #oc lore #lmk oc; zhao #lmk oc; Quanshuǐ #lmk oc; Yueliang

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ruiconteur · 7 months

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meta on li lianhua’s hair ornaments (x)

transcription and footnotes under ‘read more,’ because the CPS rate for this video is inhumane

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Which of Li Lianhua’s hair ornaments in Mysterious Lotus Casebook do you like the most?

Lotus seedpod hairstick: In the first and last episodes, Li Lianhua wore the same hair ornament. Lotus seedpods allude to a fate of longevity; I hope that Li Lianhua will be unbothered by illness and live a long hundred years of age.

Lotus leaf hairstick: lotus leaves allude to a quick wit, cleverness, quiet and calm. When Li Lianhua encounters an incident, he remains cool and collected. When solving a case, he’s sharp enough to spot even the minutest detail [1], and his predictions are of divine accuracy. A lotus leaf hairstick fits detective!Li Lianhua very well.

Lotus flower hairstick: lotus flowers symbolise purity, nobility, eternal friendship, and that one’s desires will be gratified. This lotus flower hairstick only appears once in the entire show. At the time, Li Lianhua said: “Before I die, I will find shixiong.” What Li Lianhua felt for his shixiong then was a close attachment and brotherly affection [2].

Threaded lotus vine hair ornament: this hair ornament alludes to the continuance of Li Lianhua’s life and endurance.

Threaded lotus seedpod vine hair ornament: Li Lianhua’s hair ornaments are all largely related to lotuses. The lotus has too many good meanings; what is worn on Li Lianhua’s head is the lotus in question.

Threaded lotus leaf string hair ornament: this hair ornament was what Li Lianhua wore while solving the Lotusbank Manor case; truly a perfect match with his ink-green robes—noble, pure, and it does not detract from his elegance.

Bamboo joint, silver leaf, and fish-head hairstick: when Li Lianhua spoke about his past, he said: “Back then I was penniless and injured. The only thing of value I had, I pawned for fifty taels of silver—it was that token of the Sentinel Sect’s leader that can bestow life and death, unknown to none in the martial realm.” This hairstick alludes to well-being, wealth, and status. I hope for Li Lianhua to simply be safe and sound.

Threaded pinecone vine hair ornament: pinecones symbolise good fortune and delightful beauty. Li Lianhua’s ten-year lifespan is too short; I hope that Li Lianhua can live on, safe and sound.

Dual bamboo joint hair ornament: this hair ornament appeared the most frequently in the show. Bamboo is a plant that is evergreen in the four seasons of the year; it has an indomitable vitality. Bamboo symbolises a willingness to break but not bend; even when battered by the wind and snow, it will not lower its head. No matter if he is Li Lianhua in the drama or Cheng Yi in real life, that spirit of unbending efforts of his is hard-won and to be treasured.

Lotus root joint peach wood hairstick: lotus root joints allude to auspice, longevity, blissful love, and carefree independence. Peach wood symbolises warmth and tenacity. Li Lianhua wore this hairstick while meeting with A-Mian in the Temple of Deliverance because he too once had a blissful love.

Pine branch hairstick: pinewood represents everlasting verdancy and alludes to longevity. Li Lianhua wore this hairstick while using the Stillness of Yangzhou to save A-Mian. Each time Li Lianhua uses his internal power, he shortens his lifespan. How I hope that even as he saves everyone, he can save himself as well.

Lotus heart [3] and root joint tea needle hairstick: lotus hearts can be brewed into tea to cleanse the heart, and represent a simple and steady character and attitude towards life. This hairstick was only worn in the Women’s Residence. In the Women’s Residence, gold can be taken as toys; there are delicacies from land and sea, there is fine wine, there are beauties. From beginning to end, Li Lianhua only ever seeks a simple life; being able to visit the mountains and enjoy the waters, drink tea and fish would be enough.

Curved lotus seedpod hairstick: this hairstick was worn during the Women’s Residence case. Lotus seedpods and lotus flowers are the same—they grow out of the muck unsullied [4]. Sacred and pure, peaceful and clean, unaffected and simple, exactly like the simple life Li Lianhua seeks. Tranquility yields profoundness; to be unmoved by worldly ways, to be untempted by fame and gain, to be undisturbed by worldly desires.

Black gauze flower bud hair ornament: this is the most unique hair ornament worn [by him] in the entire show. It was only worn during the Stoneld Village case. In ancient times, black gauze was said to avert death; Li Lianhua saved Xiaobao twice in the Stoneld Village case, exposing his identity the second time, even though he knew every time he used his internal power, he would shorten his lifespan.

Black bamboo joint hair ornament: black bamboo represents steadfast resolution, tenacity, unsullied nobility, and the quality of neither bending nor yielding. It bears the epithet of “gentleman.” This hair ornament was worn during the imperial palace case, the last of the show. On the road Li Lianhua took to get here, he broke many strange cases and risked losing his life often, and finally uncovered Shan Gudao’s scheme.

Lotus root tea-pusher [5] hairstick: this hairstick was worn by Li Lianhua as he was rescuing Di Feisheng. The two of them were once sworn enemies, but now they are each other’s salvation, having unknowingly established a special friendship.

Jade-inlaid coronet to tie up the hair: this is Li Lianhua using Li Xiangyi’s identity to return to the Sentinel Sect and save Yun Biqiu. The same person, the same attire—yet the characters presented are entirely different.

White jade needle hairstick: “Partings upon partings, farewells upon farewells; the coming times shall be the coming times.” Ten years ago, Li Xiangyi was buried in the eastern sea; ten years after, Li Lianhua was reborn. Li Lianhua didn’t die—he’s living the life he wishes to live.

footnotes:

“Minutest detail”—秋毫 / [something as small as] an animal’s autumn down.

“Close attachment and brotherly affection”—情同手足 / to be as close in affections as one’s hands and feet.

“Lotus heart”—莲须, which refers to the 花蕊 / stamen and pistil of the lotus flower. I’ve rendered it as lotus heart because 蕊 has three 心 / heart radicals.

“Grow out of the muck unsullied”—出淤泥而不染, a quote from the famous prose piece 《爱莲说》 / on the love of the lotus by 周敦颐 Zhou Dunyi. here’s a translation by @/sevenseas.

“Tea-pusher”—茶拨. from what I’ve seen, it's a long and thin utensil used to push tea leaves from a scoop into a cup.

#mysterious lotus casebook #li lianhua #li xiangyi #莲花楼 #lhl #rui rambles #how did a 2min video take me an entire day when i've subbed 45min eps in a week. explain this to me.

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dirtyvirgotarot · 9 months

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WEEK AHEAD READING PICK-A-CARD! - 8/8/23

Sorry for the delay in getting this week's reading up, but here we are! Shimmering gems called my name this week, as well as my color deck! Color me curious as to what this week has in store for all of you! Pick a pile, grab a snack and enjoy! ~~~~~~~~ Pile 1 (The Rainbow Orb): Your Lucky Color: RAINBOW Your Tarot: 7 of Wands RX, The Wheel, 4 of Swords, 3 of Swords

This week is a time of healing for you, Pile 1. You may have just gotten out of an argument, a fight, or some sort of conflict in general. Lower the defenses, as there is nothing you can do about the situation anymore. Something may need to be left to time to figure out it's resolution. Don't be afraid to relax this week, you definitely need it. I can tell that this conflict has brought you down. It may have been a betrayal, a break up, or an otherwise upsetting or saddening event. Spirit is telling you to connect to them this week. There may be some messages and guidance that only your connection with them can reveal. You are also being told to include nature in your connection. Step outside this week, enjoy what nature has to offer you, and feel connected to your guides just by letting your feet touch the soil, and letting your eyes gaze towards the trees. Meditation outdoors is a great suggestion for you this week, but it's entirely up to you on how you prefer to connect to your guides! Try and use this week to relax, rejuvenate, and recharge. Things are out of your hands, now. Let go of guilt. 💢‼️😔😴🌳🌻😇 ~~~~~~~~ Pile 2 (The Coral Crystal): Your Lucky Color: CORAL Your Tarot: 4 of Pentacles RX, Strength, King of Swords RX, 7 of Pentacles Financial situations may be improving for you, Pile 2! That isn't to say you still need to be frugal, but I see abundance coming your way this week! Synchronicity may be apparent this week. Let it come to you. Do not be overly vigilant for signs and omens. Flow is a keyword for you this week. Let go of the tight grip you have had on things, especially finances. Let yourself get things you need, even if they're more trivial. Allow yourself to get that coffee that you haven't allowed in the past. Allow yourself to buy that lipstick you really want. Small rewards for a job well done is more than acceptable, and deeply encouraged! Let go this week, allow yourself to relax. Good things are coming, and a period of tight finances will be relieved very soon. You have the seeds planted, you are simply waiting to see the fruits of your labor. Spirit is praising you for your strength and handling of the situations around you! They want you to reward yourself. There's simply no need to hold on so tightly. They are sending you gifts of abundance! :D Woohoo! 🤜💢🫰❌🍭🥰💸 ~~~~~~ Pile 3 (The Peach Cluster): Your Lucky Color: PEACH Your Tarot: 6 of Pentacles RX, Queen of Swords RX, The Devil RX, Queen of Pentacles RX

Spirit is asking you to show kindness this week. You have been stuck in a habit or stuck in ways that have made you not necessarily mean, but distant and distracted. Share the wealth, and you will attract prosperity this week. See and/or talk to those you haven't touched base with in a while. Bring over a tray of cookies or treat them to coffee if you can, but your presence will be more than enough. Be wary of further distractions, desires or obsessions sucking you in this week. There is a time and place to allow yourself to indulge, but this week is not the week. Family or friends may need some support this week, in the form of just having someone around to listen, to hug and to talk to. Sometimes, the reminder must be given that generosity feels good! Seeing someone take a breath and smile at you.. Smiles are a highlight of your week. You will be seeing lots of them, Pile 3! 😢👐💝😯😊🫂💞 ~~~~~~~~ Pile 4 (The Bronze Stones): Your Lucky Color: BRONZE Your Tarot: Queen of Pentacles RX, The Empress, 2 of Pentacles RX, 6 of Pentacles Stabilize yourself this week, physically and mentally. I sense that things might be hectic and you may need some assistance this week with something, perhaps financially, but you are being called to not allow yourself to get into bad mindsets. You are going to get things done this week, and with grace, despite the feeling of chaos in your head! You may feel anxious or emotional, but that's all alright and normal. As long as you manage your anxiety and keep yourself fed and hydrated this week, all will be well. You may receive the help you need as well this week. Even if it's as simple as someone making you dinner, or hearing you out. You are supported this week in all your endeavors. For some, things may not be as bad as they seem on the surface. Keep that in mind this week! Anxiety can easily make things seem like so much bigger of a deal than they actually are. I recommend exercising lightly, and keeping on top of your self-care, keeping yourself in check this week. Be kind to yourself, Pile 4! You're doing just fine, you're handling things so well, and you're going to get through this week with flying colors! ��😩🛑🌬️💗💪🫂 ~~~~~~~~ General Notes and Thoughts For All Piles: LOTS about calming down this week, breathing, taking a moment to pause and get yourself together for ALL piles. Keyword for all piles is FLOW. Financial situations are also somewhat hectic it seems, whether it's for the reader or someone close TO the reader. Lots about giving and receiving help as needed. Pay attention this week to those around you, folks, and pay attention to yourselves! Keep your mind open and calm. This week is perfect for outdoor activities, and meditation is also a big suggestion I have for all of you, so why not combine the two! Disconnect from stressors and from daily life, and focus on an individual that needs you, or focus on nature and connecting with guides. You got this, guys! -DV 💜💚

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petitepatateuwu · 2 months

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Raph time!

He was a bit harder to think of, but I like the way it turned out. I don't like that page tough, I made a lot of mistakes 👉👈

Also ignore the one in the top right corner. I thought I was so smart making it, but I actually have trouble visualizing my ideas when I draw, I have to make a draft first. I didn't, and the results sucks.

But it's okay, I'll let it slide now and remember not to rush in next time-omigosh what is that?

Yeah, I had my revenge on another page >:D

Anyway, I still have to present him, so let's go:

Raphael was born from the wish to bring food and protection to the creatures of his forest, which is why he always carries a basket of delicious peaches to give. His hard work and dedication makes them abundant and tasty. But it doesn't stop there. He also takes care of all the plants and animals of the forest every day. Although he did start avoiding the area around the gingko. Some insolent spirit appeared some years ago, and he just can't stand being near him. He's just slacking off all day long, and barely takes care of his tree. For a righteous person like Raphael, this is hurtful to see. Whenever he must go around, he feels obligated to try and convince him to behave better, wich only ends up in a one-way conversation that angers him. Still, putting that apart, he lives a happy and peaceful existence, that is about to get a lot more agitated at the arrival of a certain sakura spirit...

#my art #silly goofy fruity bois #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt au #rottmnt raph #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt

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kdram-chjh · 22 days

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Cdrama: Love Between Fairy and Devil (2022)

Love between Fairy and Devil | Dylan Wang and Esther Yu | BTS | Happy Moment

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/VpjJzmg5Rxs

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yyh4ever · 1 year

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Yu Yu Hakusho Motto Cafe 2023

Yu Yu Hakusho Collaboration Cafe ☕

Another Yu Yu Cafe❤️ The chibi guys in chinese clothes are too cute! The menu is also inspired by the Chinese cuisine.

📍 Period: February 1st (Wed) to March 5th (Sun), 2023

📍 Location: Motto-cafe Ikebukuro Store 3F

📍 Official site and reservations: yuhaku.motto-cafe.com

📍Goods & Menu

~ GOODS ~

📍Mail order (started on May 10, 2023): collabocafe online shop

Trading Swaying Acrylic Keychain (5 types)

Price: 770 yen each (blind)

Size: about H56mm

Trading Can Badge (5 types)

Price: 440 yen each (blind)

Size: about 47mm diameter

Clear File

Price: 440 yen

Size: A4

Trading Stickers (5 types)

Price: 440 yen each (blind)

Size: about 62mm diameter

Clear Bottle (Full Team Design)

Price: 2,200 yen

Size: about 664mm x H185mm

Clear Pouch

Price: 2,200 yen

Size: W219mm×H160mm

~ MENU ~

► Dishes

Yusuke's Taiwan Mazesoba ~I was surprised when I mixed it!~

Price: 1,430 yen

Yusuke's Taiwanese-style mazesoba noodles topped with an egg yolk, inspired by his spirit gun.

Kuwabara's Fried Chicken Donburi ~Reiken Two-Sword Style~

Price: 1,430 yen

Kuwabara's Chinese-style fried chicken rice bowl, with 2 pieces of meat on the bone.

Kurama's Rose Gua Bao ~Fuuka Enbujin~

Price: 1,320 yen

Kurama's Gua Bao (pork belly bun), decorated with roses and pesto sauce.

Hiei's Evil Eye Tenshindon ~The Black Flames of the Makai~

Price: 1,320 yen

Inspired by Hiei's jagan, it is a tenshindon with meatballs under the omelette.

► Desserts

Hiei's Ensatsu Kokuryuuha Douhua

Price: 1,210 yen

Hiei's chinese douhua with a black dragon monaka (sweet made of azuki bean), topped with tapioca pearls, strawberries and mangoes.

Kurama's Secret Aiyu Jelly ~Fruit of the Previous Life~

Price: 800 yen

Aiyu (jelly made from the gel from the seeds of the fig found in Taiwan), inspired by Kurama who uses plants as weapons! You can also change the flavor with a syrup that looks like Kurama's fruit of the previous life.

Youko Kurama's Pineapple Sandwich

Price: 1,210 yen

A white pineapple sandwich, inspired by the image of Youko Kurama.

► Drinks

Yusuke's China Blue ~Reikodan~

Price: 950 yen

A non-alcoholic china blue with yellow jelly and tapioca, inspired by Yusuke's Reikoudan (Spirit Light Bullet / Aura Blast).

Kuwabara's Energy Ginger ~Reiken Javelin~

Price: 950 yen

Kuwabara's Energy Ginger is a drink inspired by the Spirit Sword Pole Vault, seen in his fight with Byakko, when Kuwabara rose like a phoenix!

Hiei's Dark Oolong Tea ~Jaou Ensatsu Kokuryuuha~

Price: 950 yen

A peach oolong tea made with dark oolong, inspired by Hiei's Jaou Ensatsu Kokuryuuha (Wicked King Immolation Black Dragon Wave).

Kurama's Crafted Tea Set ~Makai Plants~

Price: 1,540 yen

A set of crafted tea and egg tart, inspired by Kurama's plants from the Demon World.

~ PRESENT ~

For each menu item ordered, you'll get one blind coaster (10 types).

#Yu Yu Hakusho Motto Cafe 2023 #Motto Cafe #Yu Yu Hakusho #Ikebukuro #Kuwabara #Kurama #Yusuke #Hiei #Youko

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exhausted-archivist · 1 year

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ALT

Flora of Thedas Master List

Master list of all the flora in Thedas, mentioned or seen.

Additional notes on certain items will be listed at the bottom, for items marked with asterisks, see the key below for a brief explanation and the Game assets and Additional Notes and Trivia section at the bottom. Sources are listed at the very end and this time linked.

For other lists here are posts for: Real Plants in Thedas

Key: * - Name comes from the asset file name ** - Name not provided but identified based on the textures used on the asset. *** - See Additional Notes and Trivia.

General Flora: Flowers and Foliage

Acacia*: Black Wood*

Andraste's Grace

Ardent Blossom

Ash

Aspen

Banyan Tree*

Barbwood

Beech Tree

Belladonna

Birch: White Birch*

Blackthorn

Bluebell

Borage

Boswellia

Boxwood*

Buttercup

Cactus: Pear Cactus*

Cattail*

Cedar: Red Cedar

Chicory

Clover: Forest Clover*

Coleus**

Cosmos

Cotton

Crape Myrtle

Cypress: Italian Cypress*, Topiary Cypress*

Daffodil

Daisy: Marguerite

Dandelion

Dog-rose

Dogwood*

Elephant Ear*

Elm

Fade Berry*

Felicidus Aria

Fern: Red Fern*, Sword Fern*

Fir

Flax

Foxleaf*

Frangipani

Gorse

Harlot's Blush

Hawthorn

Hay

Hemp

Hensbane

Hero Tree*

Hollyhock

Honeysuckle

Iris

Ironbark

Ironwood***

Itchweed

Ivy

Jasmin

Larch

Lichen: Glowing Lichen

Lilac

Lily: Calla Lily**, Water Lily

Lotus

Maple

Marigold

Moss: Oakmoss, Redmoss, Tree-Moss

Nightshade

Northern Prickleweed

Oak: Serault Oak

Orchid

Palm Tree: Curly Palm*, Fan Palm*

Pansy

Peony

Pine: Chir Pine*, Stone Pine

Ponga Tree*

Poppy

Prickle-burrs

Redwood*

Rose: Climbing Rose

Rowan

Sandalwood

Seaweed

Snapdragon

Spruce

Sugar Cane

Sundew

Sunflower

Sylvanwood

Tahanis

Thistle

Trex*

Trullium

Vasanthum

Violet

Walnut: Black Walnut

Waterweed*

Wilds Flower

Willow

Witchhazel*

Wysteria

Yew

Fruits

Apple: Applewood Apple, Green Apple, Golden Apple, Red Apple

Apricot

Banana

Berries: Blackberry, Blueberry, Bramble Berry, Cranberry, Elderberry, Raspberry, Strawberry

Cherry

Citron

Coco, Chocolate

Coconut

Coffee

Currants: Black Currant

Fig

Grape

Lemon

Lime

Melon

Nuts: Almonds, Chestnut, Hognut, Peanuts

Olives

Orange: Sweet Orange

Palm Fruit: Date

Passion Fruit

Peach

Pear: Bradford Pear*

Plum

Pomegranate

Grains

Barley

Oats

Rice

Ryott

Wheat

Vegetables

Artichoke

Beans: Bush Bean, Green Bean, Pale Bean, White Bean

Beets

Bell Peppers: Red Bell Peppers

Cabbage

Capers

Carrot

Celery

Chive

Corn

Cucumber

Daikon Radish*

Eggplant

Fennel

Onion: Red Onion, Sweet Onion, White Onion

Pea

Peppers: Antivan Pepper, Green Pepper, Hot Pepper, Hot Red Pepper, Sweet Pepper

Potato

Radish

Spinach

Squash: Baby Pumpkin, Marrow Squash, Pumpkin, String Squash

Tomato

Turnip

Fungus of Thedas

Deep Mushrooms

Bleeding Russula

Blightcap

Blighted Morel

Brimstone Mushroom

Deep Mushroom

Destroying Spirit

Ghoul's Mushroom

Unnamed Mushroom Ortan Thaig

Surface Mushrooms

Beetle Spore

Drakevein

Field Mushroom

Gasbloom*

Sponge Root***

Toadstool

Truffle

Morel***

Unnamed Glowing Mushroom***

Unnamed Mushroom***

Spices

Allspice

Antivan Cord-Seed

Cardamom

Cinnamon

Clove

Cumin, Cumin Seed

Dill, Dill Seed

Juniper

Licorice

Mace

Mustard

Nutmeg

Pepper: Black Pepper

Peppercorn: Black Peppercorn

Saffron

Vanilla

ALT

Herbs of Thedas

Herbs count as anything that Dragon Age has classified as an herb (whether technically correct or not), plants that are used as herbs in real life. These do not include mushrooms, fungi, or deep mushrooms simply for ease of organization.

Amrita Vein

Andraste's Mantle

Arbor Blessing

Basil

Bay

Catsbane

Crystal Grace

Deathroot: Arcanist Deathroot, Lunatic's Deathroot

Dragonthorn

Elfroot/Canavaris: Bitter Elfroot, Gossamer Elfroot, Royal Elfroot

Embrium: Dark Embrium, Salubrious Embrium

Felandaris

Foxite

Garlic

Ghoul's Beard

Ginger

Heatherum

Lavender

Lotus: Black Lotus, Blood Lotus, Dawn Lotus

Madcap

Mint: Anderfel's Mint, Foxmint, Peppermint

Mintroot - Not a true mint based on its description and the fact that it grows on trees.

Oregano

Parsley

Prophet's Laurel

Rashvine

Rashvine Nettle

Redleaf

Rosemary

Sage

Spindleweed: Verdant Spindleweed

Stripweed

Thyme

Vandal Aria

Winterberry***

Witherstalk

Star Anise

Wormwood

Wormroot***

Game Assets Notes

These are plants shown in Dragon Age but aren't named in universe, just in their model files or through identification of the textures. Since most filler plant textures are just that of real world plants.

**NOTE:** When I mention they are not the known name of any plant, this comes with the caveat of being popular common names. Common names are highly variable and inconsistent. They depend on regional knowledge and association. Some travel farther than others. Common names are also not reliable identifiers.

Acacia: Black Wood ~ Note: Black Wood is a type of acacia. Both acacia and black wood are named assets.

Artichoke ~ Note: Identification comes from asset name, the artichoke flower is used as ornamentation of a box.

Banyan Tree

Boxwood ~ A type of shrub, identification comes from asset name.

Bradford Pear ~ Their fruits are edible, however their flowers are known to emit a smell akin to rotting meat. Identification comes from asset name.

Calla Lily ~ Note: Not named but identified by the texture used. It is seen in Val Royeaux planters.

Cattail ~ Note: Seen through out DAO and DAI, identification comes from asset name.

Coleus ~ Note: Not named but identified by the texture used. It is seen in Val Royeaux planters and in the Frostback Basin.

Crape Myrtle

Cypress: Italian Cypress, Topiary Cypress ~ Note: In terms of the Italian Cypress, in world it wouldl likely be called the "Antivan Cypress" given that Antiva is pulling from Italian culture, food, environments, and other inspirational elements. Cypress is a plant that is named in canon.

Daikon Radish ~ Note: Found on Dennet's farm, identification comes from asset name.

Dogwood

Elephant Ear ~ Note: Foliage found in the Frostback Basin, identification comes from asset name.

Fade Berry

Fern: Red Fern, Sword Fern ~ Note: The red fern isn't a real plant and therefore can be considered unique to Thedas. In contrast the sword fern is a real plant. Identification comes from the asset name for both of these ferns.

Forest Clover

Foxleaf ~ Note: This is another plant that is not real, no plant has this common name as far as I could find.

Gasbloom ~ Note: Seen in the Arbor Wilds, the Frostback Basin some elven ruins, and the elven ruins of multiplayer levels. Their identification comes from the asset name. There are two versions of the texture the "fixed" version is used in JoH dlc and thus explains the difference in appearance. This is not the name of a known mushroom.

Hero Tree

Palm: Curly Palm, Fan Palm ~ Note: Both palms are seen in the Frostback Basin, both are identified by their named assets.

Pear Cactus ~ Note: Found in the Frostback Basin, identification comes from the asset name.

Pine: Chir Pine

Ponga Tree ~ Note: Also known as the 'Tree Fern'. This is the tree you see in Val Royeaux garden as coming from Par Vollen, and throughout the Arbor Wilds.

Redwood ~ Note: Identified by the name of the file asset. Found in the Winter Palace, Exalted Plains, and on multiplayer maps.

Snapdragon

Trex

Waterweed ~ Note: In real life this is an entire genus not one particular plant. Though the six plants in this genus do share the common name of waterweed.

White Birch

Witchhazel

Additional Notes and Trivia

Ironwood - Unclear if this is an alternative name, the actual name of the plant, or both.

Morel - This mushroom is inferred due to the existence of Blighted Morel. However it is not explicitly specified there is a non-blighted morel.

Sponge Root - Though canonical as it is mentioned and shown in World of Thedas vol. 2 on pg. 138 with a collection of deep mushroom and surface mushroom illustrations. This mushroom was cut twice from Inquisition. It was cut from the base game as a craftable, it had a much different appearance from its final design, and then it was cut again from Trespasser. It does however still make an appearance in Inquisition as the inventory icon for Crystal Grace.

Unnamed Glowing Mushroom Is mentioned in multiplayer when there are two Lukas playing.

Unnamed Mushroom These brown mushrooms are seen in the Fallow Mire and the Frostback Basin. They are shown in two different sizes ranging from shorter than a dwarf to taller than one.

There is one unlisted mushroom, its assets is named "red mushroom" and thus is identified by textures. These is not a canon name but is included for completeness. Amanita Muscaria: More commonly know as fly agaric or fly amanita, the red top with white spots is an iconic in its imagery. You will find large swaths of these mushrooms in the Frostback Basin. Their assets is named "Red Mushroom".

Winterberry is a real plant. However, from what we see in DA2, it does not the same as the plant we have in the real world, just a shared common name.

Wormroot is another real plant name. However, due to the description in The Calling, it does not seem to be the same plant. In The Calling it is used to treat the venom of a giant spider. The real world plant is used to treat parasites in the gut and does not seem to hold any shared uses in folk lore, folk medicine, or western medicine practices.

Sources

Dragon Age Origins + DLCs Dragon Age 2 Dragon Age Last Court Dragon Age Inquisition + DLCs Dragon Age TTRPG Core Rulebook Dragon Age TTRPG Blood of Ferelden Dragon Age TTRPG: Creatures of Thedas: Wyvern

World of Thedas Vol. 1 and Vol. 2 Dragon Age: The Stolen Throne Dragon Age: The Calling Dragon Age: The Masked Empire Dragon Age: Last Flight Dragon Age: Tevinter Nights Short Story: Paying the Ferryman Short Story: Riddle in the Truth Short Story: The Wake

Origins Andraste's Grace Codex: The Bercillian Forest Codex: Falon'Din: Friend of the Dead, the Guide Codex: Feast Day Fish Codex: The History of Soldier's Peak: Chapter 3 Codex: Ironbark Codex: A Note from the Honnleath Village Council Codex: Sylaise: The Hearthkeeper Codex: Sylvan Codex: A Tattered Shopping List Item: Concentrator Agent Item: Deep Mushroom Item: Figurine Item: Madcap Bulb Item: Rare Antivan Brandy Item: Rashvine Nettle Item: Spirit Charm Item: Spirit Cord Item: Sugar Cake Item: Swift Salve Item: West Hill Brandy Item: Wilds Flower

DA 2 Ambrosia Bianca (Crossbow) Ironwood Clearing Codex: Deathroot Codex: Deep Mushroom Codex: Embrium Codex: Felandaris Codex: The Hedge Witch Codex: Spindleweed Item: Carved Ironwood Buttons Item: Harlot's Blush Quest: Hard to Stomach Quest: The Long Road Quest: Tranquility Weapon: The Celebrant Weapon: Ironwood Shield Weapon: Ironwood Warblade

Inquisition Codex: Amrita Vein Codex: Arbor Blessing Codex: Avvar Cuisine Codex: Black Lotus Codex: Blood Lotus Codex: Bottles of Thedas Codex: Crystal Grace Codex: Elfroot Codex: Ghoul's Beard Codex: The Girl in Red Crossing Codex: Hard in Hightown Chapter 7 Codex: Hard in Hightown Chapter 10 Codex: Mediations and Odes to Bees Codex: Notes on Palace Guests Codex: The Orlesian Civil War Codex: Prophet's Laurel Codex: Rashvine Codex: Rashvine Nettle Codex: Vandal Aria Codex: Vivienne's Alchemy Notes Codex: Waterlogged Diary Codex: Witherstalk Note: Betta's Traveling Journal Note: Carta Note on Security Note: Field Notes Note: The Gilded Horn's Drink List Note: Knight-Captain's Orders Note: Love Letter Note: A Note from Skyhold's Kitchens Note: A Note from Skyhold's Kitchens, Again War Table: The Dance with the Dowager: The Allemande Item: Ardent Blossom

Last Court The Abbess' Road The Anchoress Arrival of the Divine The Feast is Ending Fires Flames of Freedom Good Neighbors Heartwood Feast The Hounds The Lord of the Wood Comes a-Calling The Purveyor of Teas Road and River A Swift Stream Thieves! Unofficial Meeting

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Could you write one where the professors have been drinking. There is an attraction between Aesop and Mirabel that has been growing for some time. With the help of alcohol they pick up the courage to act on it. One of them makes the first move and it goes on from there ... It can be quiet explicit 🫣 (it's of course consensual. No one is too drunk to make things they do not want to)

Thank you :)))

Well, this was fun to write! Hope this is what you wanted, enjoy!

Word count – 3.5k

Warnings – Smut (🔞 MDNI), PiV, Oral F!Receiving, M!Receiving, alcohol, consensual mutual longing fulfilled

The Christmas holidays arrived not a moment too soon, and Aesop Sharp sat comfortably in the company of his fellow professors in the Three Broomsticks, sipping slowly from a tankard of butterbeer, listening as Abraham regaled them all with a hilarious tale about a Hippogriff and a Centaur.

Though it was tradition for the professors to get together at the end of each term to drink away their stress, this year’s gathering was somewhat more forced than those previous.

Some student or three, clearly overtaken with festive joy and embodying the spirit of Peeves, had decided to plant several hundred Dungbombs throughout the entire school and set them off simultaneously. Aesop had a very good idea who the culprits were, though without proof, there was little he could do other than glare at the Sallow twins and their Gaunt friend as they left the castle for Feldcroft, the three of them in fits of laughter.

The stench had permeated the castle, causing a mass evacuation. Only Mr Moon remained behind, armed with the Bubble-Head charm and a mop to clean up the mess. The stampede of students had almost caused injury, and it was fortunate that only a handful of students were staying over the Christmas break. The kindly villagers of Hogsmeade had happily agreed to house the professors and students for the night, and the professors were rooming in the Three Broomsticks.

Aesop glanced across the table, his eyes lighting on the lithe Mirabel Garlick, barely twenty and giggling as Abraham finished his tale with gusto, arms flung wide to emphasise the punchline. Aesop chuckled politely, but if he was being honest with himself, his attention had not been on the Charms Professor at all.

Over and over through the night, his gaze had been drawn to the young Herbology Professor. She had rid herself of her usual green robes and wide-brimmed hat, wearing instead a beautiful little number of peach and cream that complimented her skin and hair beautifully. And Merlin… her hair. Down to her hips and a luscious, almost fiery red, she’d taken it out of her traditional plaits and wound it into an elegant braid that wove around her head, thin tendrils escaping as the night wore on to frame her face prettily.

Aesop caught himself staring and busied himself with his tankard as his fellow professors continued laughing at Abraham’s tale. He shouldn’t feel this way. Mirabel had been his student three years ago, for Merlin’s sake! Even then, her graceful movements and measured, gentle speech had caught his attention, and he’d had to take special care to be as gruff and stoic with her as he was with all his students. Perhaps moreso than usual.

But she wasn’t a student any more. She was a woman, a beautiful, elegant woman, passionate about her subject and fearless in the face of deadly plants. He’d known women like her before when he was an Auror, quietly confident and full of vigour, until the demands of the job left them haggard, insane, injured or dead.

No such dangers presented themselves to a Herbology Professor. Aesop raised his tankard to his lips, irritated to find it empty. He waved to Sirona for a refill, his gaze landing on Mirabel again.

Merlin… she was enchanting. But he was twice her age, scarred and limping, grumpy and irritable. Though their brief conversations over breakfast or in the hallways indicated that they were nothing more than friendly colleagues, he couldn’t help but wonder if such a beauty would ever look at him in any other way than simply contemporaries.

He winced, accepting the tankard Sirona handed him. He shouldn’t think like that. She was too young, too pure, too beautiful for the likes of him. But all the same, images slid into his mind. Images of her amongst her plants, images of her carrying a basket of ingredients to his classroom, images of her doing so wearing absolutely nothing at all.

“Well, this has been delightful as always,” Matilda said, jerking him out of his musings. “However, I feel I must retire, I have a long journey ahead of me tomorrow.”

“Ah, the famous Weasley family Christmas,” Abraham chortled. “Do give Garreth my fond regards, he’s certainly been inventive with his charms this year.”

“Inventive is definitely a word for it,” Aesop muttered, remembering the six melted cauldrons and eighteen explosions the Gryffindor had caused in this term alone.

Matilda chuckled, raising a hand in farewell as she made for the stairs. Beside him, Chiyo Kogawa stretched and yawned.

“It is getting late,” she said. “I don’t really want to be hungover for my flight tomorrow.” With a wave, she rose and followed Matilda.

One by one, the other professors finished their drinks and made their way up to their rooms, until it was only Aesop and Mirabel left. She nursed her gillywater, nibbling her lip, before casting a shy glance his way.

“I suppose we should get to bed too,” she said.

Aesop nodded, trying hard not to picture her lying naked in the long grass of the fields just outside Hogsmeade, her form highlighted in silver moonlight. “I’ll be here a little longer. Don’t stay on my account.”

A smile touched her lips. “I’d like to,” she said. “I have to say, I don’t really want to go up yet. I’ve been enjoying the conversation.”

Aesop tightened his grip on his tankard. Now he wanted to think of a topic, a conversation starter, something that would keep her here with him. But what could he say? What would she find interesting? He barely knew a thing about the young professor, much less anything that would keep her here, sitting opposite him in the dimly lit tavern. As if she’d be interested in an old cripple like him.

Mirabel drained her gillywater and passed him a shy smile, before rising and heading to the bar. Aesop cursed under his breath. He mustn’t think the way he’d been thinking all evening, she was too young, too sweet, too pure for him to do all the things he wanted to. She wouldn’t even be interested. She would be entranced by some young buck her age, someone fresh and eager and wholly inexperienced.

But then… perhaps he’d imagined it, but the way she’d look at him sometimes, the soft, lingering glances she passed him in the Great Hall, the shy smiles she’d gifted him when she brought him ingredients from her greenhouses… perhaps he was reading too much into it. A man his age shouldn’t indulge in fancies of the mind. He should know better.

Mirabel returned with two generous glasses of firewhiskey, grinning a little. Aesop raised a brow as she set them on the table.

“I guessed you might like this,” she said, sliding one over to him, bending over and gifting him a generous glance of her cleavage. She’d guessed right. He was surprised. He was even more surprised when she didn’t take her seat again, but elected to squidge up beside him on the bench, despite there being several empty chairs around the scrubbed wooden table. Aesop’s breath caught as her slender thigh bumped up against his own, and she turned to him.

“Sorry,” she said. “That’s your bad leg, isn’t it? I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“It’s fine,” he managed. “Thank you for the drink.”

“It’s a favourite of mine,” she said, picking up her whiskey. “I try not to indulge too much, but it’s the holidays. Why not?”

“Why not indeed?” he said. Merlin, she was incredibly close, her leg resting against his, her shoulder rubbing against his arm as she set her glass back on the table. He turned his head, inhaling subtly. Her hair smelled of roses and fresh earth. He caught himself and turned away, busying himself with his drink.

Silence bloomed between them, their hands wrapped around their glasses, a slow tension gathering in the air around them.

“Forgive me,” Mirabel said, her voice so low it was almost lost in the chatter of the pub. “I… I feel like if I don’t say something, I’ll burst.”

Aesop swallowed. “What would you like to talk about? My knowledge of plants is limited to their uses in potions, I’m afraid.”

She loosed a soft laugh. “Not that,” she said. “Not work. Although… I suppose it’s related to work, in a way.”

“Trouble with students?” Aesop said. He felt he knew where the conversation was headed, and a part of him pushed out, eager for it to continue, keen for her to say what he needed to hear. The other, larger part tried to be sensible, telling him not to get his hopes up, to stop mooning after her like a lovestruck diricawl, that it could never happen, it shouldn’t happen, it was impossible-

“I like you,” Mirabel said, softly. “As more than a colleague. More than a friend. I have for a while, now.” She glanced at her glass. “It’s just a shame it’s taken until now for me to find the courage to say it.”

Aesop sat stunned. He’d been right. The glances and smiles and lingering looks hadn’t been his imagination. She liked him. Another vision of her naked before him rose in his mind, only this time, she was writhing under his hands, caught and wailing in ecstasy on his cock. He shook himself. Merlin, she was so young and beautiful, he’d almost forgotten what suppleness a youthful body had…

“Aesop?” she shifted, turning to him. He’d been silent for nearly half a minute. “I… I’m sorry, if I’ve made things awkward, I didn’t mean to. I-I’m sure I can get over this, it’s just a crush, I don’t want to be unprofessional, or-”

Aesop set his glass down on the table with a thunk. His hand moved from the glass to her cheek, turning her face to his. Her darkly green eyes went wide as the pads of his fingers slipped behind her ear, the corner of her jaw, sliding into her hair.

His lips parted, a storm of words fighting to be let free, to stumble over his tongue and entrance her, but they jumbled and jammed behind his teeth, rendering him mute. With nothing else to do, he leaned in and kissed her.

It was soft, it was hesitant, and it was perfect. Her lips were pillowy and firm, curving around his, lighting a fire in his belly that he hadn’t felt since he was her age. But he pulled back, acutely aware of the stubble on his jaw, wishing he’d shaved, cringing inside at how scratchy and uncomfortable it must be for her.

Then her hands were winding into his hair and she was pulling him close again, kissing him passionately. He loosed a soft sigh, his hand dropping to her hip, feeling the soft cotton of her dress, the heat of her skin beneath it as her breath rushed over her lips.

“Oh… Aesop…” she whispered. “I hadn’t dared to hope… I-I’ve liked you for so long…”

He couldn’t speak. If a wand had been held to his throat, he couldn’t conjure a single word to say. He let his actions speak for him, drawing her close to kiss her again, elated by the gentle sigh she released, his hands roving over her back, her hips, her legs, legs that parted as she leaned into him, her hand digging into his hair, his neck, her fingers slipping under his collar.

“N-not here,” she whispered. “Aesop… upstairs, quickly.”

With the speed of a much younger man, he was on his feet, drawing her up, a hand at her waist, drinking in the sight of her flushed skin, her wide, bright eyes, her parted, perfect lips.

“Are you certain?” he asked.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she replied, gazing at him with such longing that he almost bent her over the table right then and there. “Please, Aesop, I want you.”

He set his jaw and took her hand, leading her to the stairs, bounding up them with an energy he didn’t know he could possess. Even his leg didn’t seem to pain him, the only sensation he was aware of being her hand in his, her delicate fingers wrapped around his.

They tumbled into his tiny room, with space enough only for a narrow bed, a wardrobe and a miniscule beside cabinet.

“Mirabel…” he whispered as she wound her arms around his neck, the word a song, a sonnet, a perfect poem he couldn’t have versed without her there before him. “We shouldn’t.”

He kissed her fiercely, his words contrasting sharply with his exploring hands, feeling each tender curve of her figure, flying over her hips, her back, and Merlin, her breasts. Small and perfect, barely fitting in his hands. He tightened the curve of his palms, and she moaned softly.

Aesop shivered, his lips insistent against hers as she melted under his touch, and he didn’t think he could stop if he tried. All the same, he tried to resist, tried to remind himself of her inexperience, her youth. All was lost as he was captivated by her beauty, her grace, her elegance, and her complete and total need for him.

Her hands were in his hair again, kissing him with a near desperation, pressing her body against his.

“I want to,” she almost whined. “Aesop, please, I’ve wanted you for so long.”

With a low growl, he walked her back to the bed, his hands catching her as her knees hit the mattress and she lost her balance with a squeak, clutching his shoulders. He laid her down, climbing atop her, staring down at her stunning form, breathless and needy beneath him. Her hands rose, scrabbling at his shirt collar, his waistcoat, his suit jacket. He shed these last two and tossed them aside, unable to keep his hands off her for more than a moment.

She whimpered softly as he brushed his hands over her breasts again, her hair coming loose from its braid, her nipples stiffening even through the cotton. Giving himself over to temptation, Aesop took hold of the boddice of her dress and tore it apart, revealing the perfect rosebuds to the cold winter air, flushed and red at their tips. He didn’t wait, but bent his head to her breasts, taking each of the soft peaks into his mouth, winding his tongue around them as her back arched, a symphony of eager sounds rising from her throat.

He fought a low groan as she gasped and writhed under him, trying to ignore the insistent hardness growing in his trousers, begging to be attended to as she whined and bucked under him, her hands in his hair again, holding him against her breasts. But that wasn’t all he wanted from her. If this was going to happen, if he was going to cross the boundary between colleagues that should never be crossed, he shouldn’t just dip his feet in the water. He should throw himself body and soul over the threshold, and damn the consequences.

He raised his head, finding her lips again and pressing his chest to hers, kissing her desperately as her legs fell apart, her hips tucking up to him as she fought with his shirt buttons.

“Aesop… Aesop… please, I need you…”

The words were music, a spell, a captivation. He tore his shirt from his frame, and her hands fell to his chest, digging into his flesh as she explored over the dark hair spreading over his muscle, flickering over his nipples and dipping down to his stomach, losing some definition with his age, but tensing all the same.

Merlin, what was he doing? Kissing an eager young woman that wanted him, some scarred and limping ex-Auror, as if she truly wanted what he was giving her, and not acting out of some cruel joke. He gritted his teeth as her hand found its way into his trousers, gracing along his length and sending sharp lines of fire over his back. His hips flexed instinctively, pushing into her hand as his breath rushed over her neck, and he bit at her soft skin, drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Mirabel gasped, her grip tightening on his cock as he slavered over her neck.

It wasn’t enough. He had to show her he was better than any of those inept louts that might seek her affection. He tugged at the skirt of her dress, drawing it up over her hips, revealing slender, pale legs, perfectly shaped, encased in luscious, white stockings that almost sent him into a stupor.

Growling under his breath, Aesop took hold of her white, cotton underwear and pulled it down, revealing velvety folds almost hidden by soft brown curls, darker than her long plaits, but hiding a fire nonetheless. Mirabel gasped and whimpered, pushing her hips up.

“Aesop, please…” she whined. “Please, touch me, I need it, I need you.”

He was only too happy to oblige her. He’d fantasised about it for most of the last calendar year after all. He brushed his fingers over the silken folds, gently pushing them back to expose her clit, already engorged and begging for attention. No young wizard, wet behind he ears and thinking with his cock could do this for her. He dipped his fingers over the slick at her entrance and drew it over her nub, easing the soft swirls his fingers made against her.

And Merlin, the sounds she made as he pleased her. Mirabel threw her head back to the pillow, her mouth agape as she gasped and moaned, and Aesop allowed himself a small grin. She hadn’t seen anything yet.

He lowered his head between her quivering thighs as he slid two fingers into her dripping entrance, sealing his lips against her clit as he curled his fingers up, pressing against the place he knew would give her the most pleasure.

Mirabel almost screamed, her hips jerking up to meet him as Aesop thrust his fingers inside her, his tongue working over her clit, captured and held prisoner between his lips.

“Aesop… Aesop… Aesop!” she gasped, her voice rising in pitch and urgency as she rutted against his lips and fingers, her delicate hands gripping fistfuls of the bedsheets, and his name on her lips lit the fiercest fire in his chest, his own need for her almost overwhelming until she howled, her whole body tensing under his ministrations, clenching around his fingers.

She fell back, gasping as he rose to her, his stubble slick with her pleasure as she kissed him.

“Let me…” she panted, a hand braced against his chest, turning him, lying him down. “Please, let me.”

A sudden nervousness rose in him as she laid him down, her bright eyes clouded with lingering bliss. Her hands fumbled at his belt, and he was reminded of her youth, her inexperience, her…

Aesop gasped as she drew his cock out and dived down, wrapping her plump lips around the head of him. Merlin, she’d either sucked a thousand cocks or read enough books to give her the same experience, for each movement against him was glory personified, each swipe of her tongue a jolt of electricity, each gentle suck and breath enough to drive every coherent thought from his head. He sank back to the pillow, his eyes rolling back, his hand finding the silken strands of her glorious hair as she drew sounds he never knew he could make from his throat.

He tightened his fingers in her hair, drawing her back up to his face, his cock sliding from her lips with a gentle pop. He kissed her ferociously, winding his arms around her, turning so she was on her back, pushing her beautiful legs apart. He had to fuck her. He had to make her his, now. Nothing could stop him, not fire, not snow, not even Merlin himself.

He tucked an arm under her head, gracing her with eager, passionate kisses as he aligned himself.

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

“Merlin, yes,” Mirabel whined. “Aesop, I need you.”

He didn’t dare stop to think. He slammed his hips forward, entering a heaven of fire and sodden satin that sent his mind scattering to a place he had no hope of pulling it back from. Aesop thrust into her, encouraged by her soft yelps and exclamations, taking care to angle up, hitting every core inside her as his own pleasure built, each pump of his cock sending thrills rushing over his stomach and chest, drawing together and condensing in his balls as he slapped them against her perfect arse.

His orgasm was sudden and intense, driving the breath from him as Mirabel wailed and writhed under him, her hips slamming up to meet him as she tightened around his cock, increasing his pleasure as they came together, his face in her hair, her nails digging into his back.

He shuddered and crumpled atop her, trying to control his breathing as Mirabel whimpered and gasped in his ear, her arms locked around him.

“Aesop… oh, Aesop, that was…” she let loose a soft laugh. “Oh, Merlin, that was everything I ever hoped it would be.”

He raised his head, grinning a little as he graced her soft lips with a gentle kiss.

“That was only the beginning,” he murmured. “We have the rest of the year yet, my dear.”

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Are they related? Food vs Food

How often do you look at foods in the grocery store, back and forth between two items thinking 'This looks exactly the same. Are they exactly the same? How are they not the same?" and no, I'm not talking about the processed repackaged foods and you're looking at 40 different kinds of tomato sauce. I'm talking about the produce lane.

Sure in some cases it's obvious they're not EXACTLY the same. But they must be related. Right? Well, sometimes they are, some times they're not, and some of these may surprise you. I know they surprised me!

Cucumber Vs Zucchini

I think anyone looking at these two would assume they're related. They're both long with dark green skin and light green flesh. When eaten raw and unseasoned, they also have a similar taste. However, these are two completely different foods.

The zucchini is a type of gourd, being more closely related to a Pumpkin. The cucumber is a Melon and is more closely related to the Watermelon. ....alright fine, technically gourds are a type of melon, still making them related; but my point remains! Try eating a cucumber with some sweetener like sugar or honey and it'll taste like watermelon. Won't work with zucchini.

Both cucumbers and zucchini are related to Fidelity, Chastity and general sex and Lust magic. But cucumbers are also associated with youth, beauty, glamor, stress relief, and rejuvenation. There was an old superstition that cucumbers had to be planted by young men in order for the crop to be successful.

Parsley Vs Cilantro

At a glance, these two herbs can easily be mistaken for the same thing. But once eaten, the difference is very clear. Cilantro (Also called Coriander) has a strong, lemon pepper taste; while Parsley is mainly an aromatic with a Lighter earthy taste.

People who love Cilantro might be perplexed by the hate it gets. Sure it's a strong taste but it's not overpowering. Well it turns out Cilantro is related to Fennel. Which is also related to licorice. It turns out, if your DNA is set up one way, these foods taste great. But if your DNA is set up another way, these foods taste TERRIBLE. My partner describes Cilantro as tasting like soap. So we stick with Parsley.

Superstitious farmers used to refuse growing parsley. See, parsley only grows back every other year. So, because of how long it takes to grow, it was believed parsley had to travel to hell and back 7 to 9 times. This was to try and convince the devil to give it permission to grow. And if the devil did not give the parsley permission to grow, the people who planted it would die. Was dubbed The Devil's Oatmeal.

Cilantro is a great protection herb. Protect the home, protect the garden, protect your health, protect your secrets. Parsley is also good for protection, but also has more general uses. Cleansing, Attract love and prosperity, Wisdom, commune with spirits; parsley has a long history in Rome of using to honor the dead and wear to enhance thinking power.

Ginger Vs Turmeric

Both roots, often eaten together as a seasoning. They look very similar; they must be related. Well, you'd be right! They are both part of the Zingiberaceae family. Both have strong anti inflammatory properties and have been used in natural remedies.

They still have very different tastes, however. Ginger will have a fresh, somewhat spicy taste. Turmeric is a bit heavier and earthier. Turmeric is also recognizable for it's bright yellow orange pigment. It's known to stain and dye.

Because they are roots, both Ginger and Turmeric have good Grounding properties. They are also both good for healing, cleansing, purification, prosperity and protection. But then we start to split off. Ginger is great for raising one's personal power, success, new experiences, passion, and general energy. Turmeric is better for communication, family relations, courage, confidence, beauty, memory, and honesty.

Peach vs Nectarine

So what's the deal with these two? They look a lot a like. They smell a lot a like. They taste a lot a like. Are they the same fruit? Well no. But also yes. It's kind of interesting.

A peach is just a fuzzy nectarine. Their genetic composition is structured in a way they they are identical except for one difference that occurred naturally, stopping the fuzz from growing on peaches. Giving us nectarines. They are exactly the same in every other way. Which is hilarious because I remember growing up, I hated nectarines but loved peaches. I think the peaches were just grown local so they tasted better.

I want to be clear, this genetic deviation is a naturally occurring mutation. It was not a result of science or GMOs or any kind of known human interference.

Peaches are a very spiritual fruit. They are linked to wisdom, happiness, harmony, longevity, love and protection. Nectarines....would probably be an acceptable substitute.

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too-destiny-panda · 6 months

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Wyllvember Day 8: First Love

A/N: This is one of the prompts I was unsure on how to write it, because in game Wyll says he is 'marrying his first love' in relation to Tav, but he also says he had his first at 15, so that can be considered a first love as well. Anyways, I hope you enjoy my take on it. Prompt credits go to @sagscrib, additionaly tagging @commander-yinello.

WC: 981

Wyll was a romantic. Ever since he first heard the legend of Balduran, he had been enraptured by tales of heroism. And with heroism often came romance. He adores the idea of falling in love with someone for the first time and spending the rest of their lives together. Sure, some would call it cliché, but to him, that was the height of romance. If he could save them from imminent danger while he was at it, that would be great too.

Of course, despite his romantic spirit never leaving him, those ideas warped as he got older. He had crushes, short term infatuations with people that never lasted for more than a week, but never love. He knew what love was, and had heaps of it platonically, but romantic love? That was a foreign concept. He daydreamed about it, about whether or not it would feel the same way the writers described it in their tales, the way bards sang about it in their poems. He couldn’t help but fantasise about the circumstances surrounding that fateful person. How would they meet? Would it be a fateful brush of fingers as they reached for the last peach in a stall? Would it be at a grandiose masquerade, their faces obscured, but the dance so memorable that would fate would draw them together again and again? Or maybe he would save them from monsters, like in the fairy tales of old, with a gleaming sword, meaningful mottos, and a sunrise to highlight it all. Young Wyll was a hopeless, dreaming romantic. Older Wyll less so.

Older Wyll knew better than to put stock into such happenstances (though that didn’t keep him from imagining similar scenarios from time to time). Whether Fate was a driving force or not, if one didn’t seize an opportunity, it was unlikely for a similar event to happen again. When he had his first kiss, once upon a time, he knew it wasn’t love. He thought so at the time, of course, but looking back at the moment, he knew it wasn’t. He had a crush on the person, and in a moment of confidence during festivities, he took (consensually) the chance and planted one on their lips. It was awkward, inexperience tainting the experience slightly, and he never saw the person again afterwards, as they left the city with some merchant group or other. Maybe if they stayed, he would have learned to nurture his crush and turned it into love. Maybe they would have avoided each other until either or both of them matured. The what ifs were present in his mind for a short while afterwards, but he figured it won’t do him good to dwell on it. So he moved on and promised himself that the next time he felt a connection that burned beyond just physical attraction, he would take his chance and hold on to it until rejection.

Almost ten years later, that chance presented itself during the strangest, and most perilous time of his life in the form of the leader of their merry band of random weirdos, as Astarion sometimes puts it. It had been a while since any kind of… indulgence, so he thought that at first he was simply attracted to their unique features. But, as the days flowed by, as Tav made decisions big and small, he quickly realized that lust played a much smaller part in his attraction than he initially thought. So, he decided to carefully call it a crush.

It wasn’t until he was forced through Hell’s fires and sprouted horns did he realise he might be falling for this person. The way they comforted him, their kind words helping to at least somewhat alleviated his burdened mind. He started noticing more details about them afterwards. The way their muscles clenched almost imperceptibly when they were getting ready to attack whatever scum crossed their path. The way they would sometimes stop to pick a plant, no matter its alchemical use. The way the children of the grove lit up whenever they came back to regale them with exaggerated stories of what happened outside the protective walls.

Oh yes, Wyll, for the first time in his life, was falling in love, and he was falling hard and fast, the not entirely familiar feelings consuming his every thought, courtesy of Tav insisting on bringing him everywhere with them. He was lucky enough to be gifted with a healthy amount of charisma to hide his true feelings, but it was getting harder every day. He almost broke his metal cup of wine when Lae’zel openly propositioned their leader in quick succession after Astarion did. He felt guilty about such trivial jealousy, knowing he had no right to stake claim of Tav’s heart even mentally. But he just couldn’t help it, the way his heart fluttered, and hands turned clammy whenever the object of his pining would give him even a sliver of attention, even if it was just a fleeting glance as they checked on the group after a fight.

It was a challenge to grapple with this newly discovered emotion and their effect on his thoughts. Partially because he felt like they deserved more than to be pined after by a devil of all things, but also because he was practically sure they would never see him in the same light he did them. Ah, the irony of the world, where the most persuasive and flirty ones are also the most oblivious people to walk the land of the living. Maybe Tav will have to make the first move after all, if only to quell Astarion’s gagging noises. Shadowheart, thankfully, took the more subtle approach of looking both mildly amused and exasperated.

Maybe it was time to switch out the party, if only to save themselves from the endless pointed looks and dramatic huffs of annoyance.

#wyllvember #wyll x tav #wyll ravengard #bg3 wyll #blue writes

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paranormeow7 · 7 months

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I’ve been thinking about the vampire subtypes in my oc world a bunch but I realized I haven’t talked abt them much… so here goes lol- info on some of the ones I’ve come up with !!

rose is a flora vampire, slang term “woods witch”, the first subtype I thought up while fine tuning her. Vampires originated after the murder of the worlds Guardian (more on them in a future post), as most of the strange and surreal oddities of my oc world did. sometimes a person would go missing into the monolithic, ever growing, offputting forest and never come back. More and more people ended up this way, becoming the very first race of vampires, who were more based on the traditional idea of the creature, with some differences. Longer lifespans, yet mortal. Sensitive to sun, but unable to be instantly killed by it.

Once vampires as a species began to evolve and spread, they began to adapt to their new environments, spawning different subtypes. The flora vampires evolved from those who remained in the forest, appearing much more elvish and slightly animalistic. I based their appearances mostly off of rabbits!!

Very rudimentary sketch, but here’s what a typical one might look like!! They tend to be 5-10 feet tall and may or may not be born with mutations such as tails, long necks, stretched limbs, saber teeth etc. they are covered in a fine, peach fuzz like fur and range from mostly humanoid to very creature :] they love making art and sharing it!! Flora textiles are highly treasured and of some of the most breathtaking quality in the world.

The flower inside the body is the core of their power, allowing them to do things such as commune with spirits/animals, grow plants out of their flesh, and even control the wildlife around them if powerful enough (these powers vary and they can do more than these examples). This flower feeds off of blood. The more blood drank, the more powerful you get, but if you don’t have enough in your system, the flower will spread its roots throughout your body and feed off of your own blood supply, like a parasite.

This subtype mostly keeps to their own community in the center of the forest, however some leaders may commune with outsiders. If you wish to join, they’ll bite you, turning you into one of them and allowing you to live in their community. They are very close to one another, hold communication skills in high regard and are in tune with nature/the spirit world, making them a good ally to have when dealing with the paranormal beings that infest the world.

The sun affects these vampires the least, however they are still sensitive to it and are prone to sun sickness, symptoms including fatigue, lethargy, forgetfulness and skin lesions in mild cases, and depression, amnesia, wasting and necrosis in severe cases.

The next subtype i wanna write about are the terra vampires, slang term “tunnellers”. Probably one of the subtypes least equipped for life outside of their habitat. They may walk on all fours or two legs as they please, and they mostly live underground, although they are most known for the massive community residing in the central metropolis.

This city is ideal for these vampires as almost no sunlight is let in, as the city is a massive, closed off entanglement of metal sprouting out of the ground that almost seems to simulate mole tunnelling systems. The further in you go, the less sun you’ll receive until there’s simply none at all. It’s pretty hard to explain what the city is like, but I’ve been planning on making some concept art that should show it better.

Another shitass sketch lol. These vampires are blind, and the rest of their senses are highly elevated. They mostly get around through touch and sound, and are built for navigating claustrophobic, maze like environments. They come in human and inhuman skin tones, however pale/ashy and slightly translucent. Their hair is thick and fur like, and the tallest they get is 6ft standing up, even that is rare. They have an excellent music scene, fun fact!! They also love food and run amazing restaurants, though most of the food is blood based as it’s intended for vampire consumption.

These vampires are a bit of a hivemind and can communicate with one another through a psychic connection. They mostly travel in colonies, although sometimes you’ll catch one alone. Vampires can be excommunicated from the hive if they do something horrible enough. Betraying a fellow terran is one of the highest offenses, and being separated from the hivemind is a deeply traumatizing and mind breaking punishment. “Feral” terrans are usually those who have been exiled like this, and they have no sense of self. Their behavior stems from extreme, murderous, blind aggression to simply wandering aimlessly until they starve.

These vampires have little to no blood in their bodies to begin with, and drink it in order to supplement this lack of supply so they can keep moving and stay stable. Lack of blood causes a general inability to function properly along with a severe dampening of the senses. If left too long without blood, the flesh begins to rot and the bones start to crumble.

These vampires powers are mostly attached to their elevated senses. Some can hear conversations from a mile away and will be able to tell you who’s talking, or tell you the details of a tv show from an apartment 3 train stops away, others can tell exactly what any object or surface are by touch, etc. however, some of the more powerful may be able to manipulate soundwaves or give off intoxicating scent pheromones in order to subdue prey. Pheromone emitting individuals sometimes may be used as living drugs in certain backroom clubs (city slang for hidden, taboo or unethical operations).

If exposed to sunlight, terrans will quickly develop a severe, deadly sun sickness in which senses are overloaded to an unbearable degree, flesh begins to wither and flake off, internal bleeding begins, quickly draining a boiling blood supply, and bones begin to melt as a result of the extreme body temperature of the afflicted, enough to give someone 3rd degree burns if touched. Even if the sun wasn’t a problem, this subtype isn’t built for open areas and one wouldn’t last very long if made to live in one.

These vampires have rich cultures and communities that I’ll probably post about later, and there are more subtypes than this in my oc world, but this post is too long already !! Hope y’all thought this was even a little interesting. Peace!! (feel free to make ocs of these if u want lol)

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