#chamomile is nice

[soilem]

you know what i hate? the fact that specific food phases end, and when they do the food you have been enjoying for so long suddenly and without warning becomes disgusting

[abstractfrog]

that doesn't sound right but i don't know enough about receiving valentines to dispute it

[redflagshipwriter]

Hot Ghouls in your area ch 6

Masterpost

Danny felt like something scraped off the pavement. Through an act of absolutely heroic willpower (and outright fear of Jazz trying to help him rebalance his workload) he made it through his morning classes.

He staggered away from campus, brain buzzing tiredly over numbers and formulas and also his accidental concubine.

Nope. He shook his head rigorously. “I need a pick me up,” Danny decided. He ignored the common sense that said ‘coffee isn't going to fix this.’ Sure. That was true. But it wouldn't hurt, would it? And he was way overdue for the first meal of the day.

He shouldered his way into a café near campus. This wasn't one of the most convenient ones or one of the trendy ones with different seeds or organic whatever baked goods on rotation.

Nah. It was dark, mostly empty, and multiple tables were along the wall with nice views of the windows and door. The only other customers he had seen in this place were 50+. Well, there had been a high school girl inside once, but she'd clearly come in because her grandmother was the owner. Danny beelined to his preferred table and unloaded his backpack onto the spare chair before he gratefully collapsed.

Ah. Dark. Quiet. He slouched onto the table a bit.

“You look tired,” said the owner.

Danny lifted his head just enough to give her a cheesy smile. “Can I get a coffee, please?” He croaked. “And- is it still lunch hours?” They stopped doing lunch at two, didn't they? Shoot. What time-

“I can do lunch,” she reassured. She scribbled something deftly onto a pad of paper. “Roast beef sandwich set?”

“I will protect you with my life,” Danny vowed.

She laughed and turned away, but he was for real for real. Danny forced himself to sit up enough to look around his surroundings. He wanted to stay awake. He had just one more class today - a 4 to 5:30 lab. Once he got through that, he could go to bed.

Huh.

He accidentally made eye contact with a young guy holding up a book. Danny lifted a single wave and then looked away awkwardly.

‘Wait a second.’

Danny did a double take.

Yes. Yes, that fucker was holding up a copy of a book from the library in Pariah's keep. It had ghost writing on it.

The guy slowly, pointedly lifted an eyebrow. He was- he was hot and huge and Danny had seen him lift like 200 lbs of books like they were nothing at all.

Danny flushed bright red and buried his face in his hands.

Okay. Okay, so that was Jason's face. How had he found Danny??? That was absurd. …Was it a threat? It felt kinda threatening. Was he in like, danger? Danny pulled his hands away from his face and squinted as subtly as he could at his hellion of a ghost spouse. What kind of sick mind game was it to lurk along his daily route and passive aggressively remind him that he should be working on their divorce?

Worse than that. This was the fastest anyone had ever found his personal identity. Fear and confusion trawled around his gut. How? Literally how? Danny raced back through his memory of their conversation and kicked himself over every misstep he could remember. Clearly, Jason had been prodding him for enough information to trick him into doxxing himself. It was a betrayal, honestly.

Wait. The burner phone. Danny didn't know how, but Jason must have been able to track it. It was a trick.

Danny gave him a nasty look when he figured that out.

Jason pretended to be absorbed in his book. The bastard!

Danny got tenser and tenser, the tendons in his hand flexing into visibility on top of the table.

He felt guilty about not dropping everything and then resentful that apparently Jason wanted him to. He had other things to do, okay? His school life was important.

“Here's your coffee.”

“Thanks,” Danny said automatically, and moved his hands to free up space for the cup and little container of cream. He immediately spooned in sugar and dumped in all the cream. He was way too grateful for something to do with his hands. He breathed in steam and then took a careful sip. It was a good chance to steal another glance at Jason through his lashes.

Jason was still pretending not to pay attention to him.

What was his deal?

His plate came. Danny ate mashed potatoes and gravied meat with more viciousness than usual, casting dark looks at Jason over the vividly orange carrots he speared into his mouth.

The sugar, caffeine, and confused anger hit his nervous system and converted itself helpfully into energy. Danny buzzed with energy. He was going to tell Jason to back off, he decided. The guy still hadn't moved other than to sip at what had to be ice cold tea by now.

“Do you have a problem?” Jason drawled. For the first time, he shut the book and fixed his green eyes directly on Danny.

“I was wondering what your problem is, actually,” Danny shot back. He gave a pointed look to the book. “Real funny bringing that out in public.” His gaze tracked back up to make eye contact and then his brain stuttered.

Holy cow. That was an ecto sheen on his eyes.

‘... I've already contaminated him?’

“It's just a book,” Jason said, voice full of fake confusion. As if he hadn't brought it there to make a point!

Yeah, okay. Danny scoffed. “Whatever, asshole,” he dismissed. He dug money out of his wallet and slapped it on the table to cover his lunch. He barely remembered to grab his backpack through the haze of anger. “I'm sure I'll see you soon.” He took the time to aim an ugly face at Jason on the way out, pulling his lower eyelids down and sticking out his tongue. He barreled out the door while Jason was still sputtering in his fake ass shock.

Boo! That jerk!

[theharddeck]

bergamot & bygones

what's this? a pwp novel of best friends to lovers paranormal romance novel, with control issues!older sister x dirtymouthed!best friend

Leander raked a hand through his hair and he stood up. Reyna's kitchen wasn’t big enough for him to effectively pace but he gave it his best shot. “This is the biggest favor I’ve ever asked of you,” he said to her back wall. “The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable, or feel like you have to, so just tell me, and I’ll literally never bring it up again again.” “Okay,” Reyna said, aiming for encouraging, but landing on confused. Leander crossed the room quickly, sitting back in the chair across from her. He leaned forward and pushed his glasses up his nose; behind them, his eyes were slightly wide, but focused on her. “You can say no,” he repeated, earnestness written across his face and Reyna appreciated his candor, but it was halfway to giving her a panic attack. “You have to ask me for me to say no,” she said, and the corner of his mouth turned up in a smile before he let out a long breath, pushing back in the chair. He looked at her from his seat, expression inscrutable, and then he closed his eyes. “I’m going to go into a rut,” he said, finally, and Reyna’s mind fully stalled. She cleared her throat. "So, what, do you want me to house sit?" Leander reached for the mug again, is fingers curling around the outside of it. He was steadying himself, and when his eyes met hers again, there was something deeply vulnerable in them. "I'm asking if you'll help me through it," he said.

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[claitea]

now that i am home from a long day out in another state. can everyone look at this very odd caterpie plush i found in a rest stop claw machine. this is my son he has every disease

[daily-whistlebreeze]

daily whistlebreeze until fae becomes PoV day 1411

Whistlebreeze talking to Whisperbreeze requested by @pinestripe37

[starfacedstudio]

IDs in alt text!

ID in alt text!

Though not completely final at this point, I recently got closer to finalizing the designs of Hollyhock & Cinnamon's parents! I need to design some other family members of theirs as well at some point but these two have a much more apparent role in the story and, as such, needed more finalized designs.

Included some of the exploration and older sketches I had of them both as well :) Cardamom is a chef and Chamomile I think might work a corporate or retail job.

[borealopelta]

losing my minddd my flatmate made me the pear tea her mom used to make her when she was sick and got me the super traditional cough drops her mom uses when she has a sore throat i need to keep her in my pocket forever 🥺

[shoutyourporpoise]

Why the fuck am I awake at 1am I WANT to sleep my body should let me sleep!

[thegh0stofwilburtheworm]

oc doodle moment his name is manzanilla!! :D

[smalltimidbean]

okay so...... would chickpea possibly let someone he likes/trusts lay on his belly and use him as a mattress?

(if yes then tell me how to gain his trust he'd be so nice to sleep on /hj)

In theory yes, but in practice, no

With the in-story reason, that he is kept in a secure room that only ~three people have access too, aside: Chickpea does not like his belly to be touched - most clones don't bc that's where all their vital organs are or if they have a pouch, that's where the babies are, so they try to protect it - and he is very sensitive there, so he'd probably get irritated/overstimulated after a while of someone laying there

You could lay on his back, hat or in his hand as an alternative, but you'd have to gain his trust first - And I'm not telling!!!

[arctic-hands]

My first foray into essential oil cosmetics resulting in slathering my pits in wasp bait has considerably lessened my desire for artisanal soaps and the like

[gaysebastianvael]

if Solas had liked tea i bet none of this would've happened

[canisonicscrewyou]

"I think my apartment is haunted it's kind of freaky" have you tried leaving a little cake or treat out on a plate? have you tried making friends? making friends is always an option. invite your local entities over for tea sometime. they're your houseguests be fucking polite.

[clochanamarch]

no but also, i can't stress it enough how much warmth and love i feel when you guys are like, "could my muse be fostered by aisling? could they work at the diner? what if they go to the diner every tuesday morning for breakfast and they eat it with aisling while doing the crossword puzzle?" like, like the diner was always meant to be a home and it makes me so fecking emotional that you guys want to have that staple in your muses' lives, like truly, never ever EVER feel like you're overstepping! it makes me kick my legs and twirl my hair when you guys suggest these things!! never stop doing it!

[masked--stranger]

Thanks I love you

is there anyone out there with a nyt cooking subscription

will they send me the chamomile tea cake with strawberry icing recipe