#plus who doesn’t like fresh bread

[bentasabean]

POV the foxes have a sourdough starter that they share together and it’s quite literally alive.

-It bubbles and gurgles when it’s not fed and more then once it has spilled over board and taken up accommodation in fox tower as a new living life form. Abby gave it to them the year after Baltimore because she thought that it would be like those sort of flour baby social experiments, that would give them more responsibility and bring the team closer together. But now it’s genuinely become like a mascot to the foxes, they all adore it with their whole hearts. They even have a rotating schedule where they all have to participate to keep the sourdough alive, it’s like a beloved team pet (although ofc wymack can’t understand the hype, but ‘as long as it makes them happy and no one’s trying to stab anyone’)

-Every month a ‘chosen one’ is randomly chosen from a hat, and that person has to try to make a better sourdough than the one made the month before. After they’ve spent hours slaving away in their dingy college kitchen, everyone gets to try a slice so that they can judge it. They keep a score up on their bulletin board of who makes the best one, (Number 1 is Andrew, and Aaron is so jealous because he’s number 2, so the twinyards now have a rivalry over who’s the better bread maker (hint: It’s Andrew because he’s got bigger hands))

Made this at 3 am so don’t judge too harshly I just wanted to give the foxes an excuse to eat fresh bread

[lotus222]

I have a theory…

Everyone is up and arms about the elriel v. gwynriel debate so if you get easily triggered about those ships pls avert your eyes cause I’m gonna be unapologetically brutal.

I just finished reading CC2 (ik I’m behind) and it opened my eyes to something SJM has been saying since the beginning.

Now, while reading this massive book, I had a continuing foreboding feeling that Hunt was going to be replaced by Ithan as Bryce’s love interest. Bc as we know SJM always switches up the MMC after one book or so, so I was scurred. BUT

I was pleasantly surprised to see that SJM did all in her power to reinforce the idea that these two are endgame, by having Bryce CHOOSE Hunt and vice versa — going against her arranged marriage, the royal lineage requirements, and the added complexity of mates for fae, angels, and wolves

It was refreshing to see Bryce and Hunt come together out of true love as opposed to SJM’s usual trope of “oh they were destined so they have to be together”. Don’t get me wrong, I love her other couples too - but Bryce and Hunt have always been my favs bc of this fact.

Then, imagine my surprise when I see that Bryce and Hunt CHOOSE to be mates. Simply bc the title bf & gf didn’t work for them. THEN, they’re revealed to be true mates, and their love for one another simply forged this unbreakable bond where now they have the same strength (if not stronger) then preordained mates.

Here’s where the ACOTAR ships come in…

Now…i don’t care who mrs Maas decides to put together. I have loved every single couple she has produced so ik I’ll love the next inner circle couple. BUT ik in my heart of hearts and based off of common sense that it’s going to be Elain + Azriel

(Also pls keep in mind that the ACOTAR fae are the ancestors of the CC fae, which means whatever Bryce and Hunt can feel/do/etc, first originated or was discovered in the ACOTAR world) which means this true mates thing that Bryce and Hunt have can have originated with Az & Elain

CC3 takes place after ACOSF, where we all know there are things needing to be addressed. Bryce wakes up on the lawn of the townhouse where Az is and there’s fresh bread & roses in the air…then everyone else arrives later. Meaning Az was at the townhouse by himself…with the bread & roses (Elain).

Some of y’all might think that’s a stretch or irrelevant, but I think it’s fully intentional that SJM put CC3 before the next ACOTAR book. It’s bc everyone in the ACOTAR world up until this point has followed the rules of “be with your mate and love them”, but now Bryce is there as a clear example of having a mate not chosen by some stupid bowl, but by herself and her heart. Which is something I think will strike a chord with Elain and Azriel.

Az has NEVER been chosen, and I don’t think (even if gwyn is his mate or his backup singer or whatever y’all are calling her now) he will be satisfied by someone being thrown to him, forced to love him bc of a bond. He wants them to choose to love him like his dad and Mor didn’t (sry Mor stans but she didn’t, she admitted so herself in ACOWAR)

Rhys (sry cause I also dislike him after ACOSF) is just like Bryce’s bio dad and is trying to place a barrier between the couple in the name of politics and what is usually done, but just like Bryce (I.E. WHY THERE IS A BONUS CHAPTER W HER, AZ, AND NES (THE ONLY 2 (-Rhys) WHO WILL KNOW ABOUT AZ’s FEELINGS)) Az/Elain will choose to divert that standard, motivated by the love Bryce expresses for her chosen mate, Hunt.

Plus, can I mention y’all also acted this way with Cass met Emery at the end of ACOFAS…and thought they were gonna be together before ACOSF came out and now y’all are doing the same to Gwyn. I personally think Gwyn has been traumatized beyond belief by men, and I don’t think what she needs in her life to heal from that is the man that saved her from that trauma. She doesn’t need to be saved or reminded of that time in her life anymore. Like, girl could still not bring herself to leave the house of wind at the end of ACOSF. Idk about y’all but I wouldn’t fall in love with the cop who saved me from that kind of crime, I’d move on and find love for myself.

No matter if you’re a gwynriel stan or not, we can all agree that the kiss at the end of ACOSF cannot be ignored, and this relationship between Az and Elain has been building up for THREE BOOKS. Gwyn has only been here for one. Take it from me my lovely gwynriels, and be prepared for disappointment.

NOW, where does Lucien fit in all of this? I think Lucien takes the same stance as Ithan from CC. Elain doesn’t know the sassy, caring Lucien we know bc the only interactions she’s had with him were when he sold her out to Hybern (mind you: when she was ENGAGED) and when he’s been around her bc he felt this need due to a mating bond. It’s fair that she doesn’t love him, just like it’s fair that Bryce doesn’t love Ithan. Just because there’s a bond, in whatever form, doesn’t mean that entitles another to that female’s love.

Lucien deserves someone who wants to be with him and as a fan of his character, too, I don’t want him stuck with Elain. Especially when she’s made it so clear she doesn’t want him. I think Lucien accepting Elain going with Azriel will lead him back to the Spring Court (cause it’ll still hurt, and he’ll need space) and give y’all that Tamlin redemption arc you’ve been dying for for some reason.

Either way, the answer of who is Az’s mate is a big topic, so I think SJM doing the same thing with him that she did with Bryce and Hunt in CC2 would be so bomb. Plus, she’s always said that the books she writes will be with the female at the forefront, so sry babes, there’s no Azriel book.

So book 5/6 (incl ACOFAS) in the ACOTAR world will be Elriel, then it’ll be Morr/all of the couples, and the novella will probably be Spring Court (i.e., Vaasa/Tamlin/Lucien). Don’t quote me on anything past the next ACOTAR book, I’m just guessing on those

Anyway, that’s how I think it’s going to go but I’m not the author or anything, so take this as you will

[zumicho]

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on the steps in front of the bakery, there’s a shared silence between you – he finishes the pastry you gave him. you enjoy his company.

it smells like dew and fresh bread.

“how much do you owe?”

“out of everything you could ask me, that’s what you choose?”

he licks jam off his thumb, and catches you getting distracted. “what else would I ask? for your number?” coy.

you look away. “I guess not.”

“why’d you leave without saying? I would’ve made you breakfast.”

“I wouldn’t have let you. plus I needed to get outside. my… ex, texted me. jeez. sorry. tmi.” you’re grimacing.

if he’s bothered, he doesn’t show it. “boyfriend?”

“of 3 years, yeah. douchebag ended it over text, told me not to spread the news because it would make him seem like a jerk.”

eye contact. whether or not it’s pity, you take the opportunity to admire. his eyelashes are long; if you squint enough you notice the speckles of green in his irises.

“ass”

“..what?” you snap out of it.

“he seems like an ass.”

you bite back a smile. “i… that’s one way to put it.”

“there’s no way I’m not paying you for that pastry, if you must know. if you keep giving freebies out, how are you gonna pay the debt you won’t disclose to me?” half-joking, you assume. why does he care so much about the money you lose?

“it’s a lot of money.” you think about telling him.

“didn’t ask that.”

“3 million yen.”

“…oh.”

“suna—“

“call me rin.”

“okay. rin,” you suck in a breath. “I’m perfectly fine with how I manage my finances now, thank you very much, and I sort of owe you.. for.. the other night.” you close your eyes, kicking yourself in your head. why’d you say it like that? made it sound like you did something else..

you’re about to apologize, but he laughs, “I was just trying to have a conversation with you, not become your accountant—“ you open your eyes.

he wanted to say

“you have the sun inside of you and it’s not just smiles. you have an internal being that shines so bright it’s taken my heart in one single night—a childlike spark I hope you’ll never lose. you’re a walking love letter that I will never open out of the fear that I’m falling for you harder than I’ve ever wanted to fall for anyone else. I hope you open that letter. learn to love yourself and heal from the things you don’t speak about. I hope you find someone who brings out the softness in you, not the survival. you deserve that and more.”

instead he said “—and no problem. you’re worth the trouble.”

but that was enough for you. enough for you to feel the same way about him. about each other, yet say nothing about it.

“I need your number if you wanna text. we’re heading back to tokyo today.” rin adds.

“okay. tell the miyas I’ll miss them.”

mentally, he replaces their names with his.

“I will.”

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author’s note: my musicals phase is making a comeback bc tell me why this took me 2 hours instead of the 20 minutes it shouldve took? (hamilton soundtrack start to end, half of the heathers soundtrack, i watched a bit of newsies & watched a cover of eurydice’s parts in hadestown BC ITS MY DREAM ROLE IM SUCH A THEATRE KID GOODBYE — or gretchen from mg)

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[whumpsoda]

After that last ask I really want to know how Adrastus first captured Malak!

@oliversrarebooks

WOHEO Masterlist

I’m going to admit I’m not super happy with this and I’ve been very self conscious about my writing lately, (plus my anxiety is sucking the life outta me right now) so there’s a chance I’ll rewrite this, but I’m gonna post it anyway :/

Taglist- @softvampirewhump

cw: hypnosis, vampire whumper, human whumpee, pet whump, kidnapping, dehumanization

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“Stay still for me, won’t you darling?.” A honeydew, nearly recognizable voice purred inside Malak’s ear, hot breath steaming against his skin.

Icy cold, slithering limbs of flesh wrapped around his thick neck in the blink of an eye, effectively hugging him in a threatening embrace. He allowed the fresh bite of bread and other assortments to rest upon his tongue over his slack jaw. 

Someone, whoever they were, hugged him harder, and rested their head to the side of his own. They stroked their head up and down against Malak’s curls, similar to an affectionate kitten, strings of their hair tickling his neck. 

Malak tried to speak. He tried to yell, to run, to push them off, to something, and yet his body refused to follow the instructions. He was unable to do much besides stare at the blurring lamps and street, eyes wide and hands trembling.

“So still for me, dear, so good and still. Such a good boy.” They cooed, nearly a sensual whisper, cuddling suffocatingly close.

Malak could distantly place the speaker, like he had recognized them vaguely, yet he was so preoccupied with the enveloping sense of danger he didn’t dwell on it.

Adrastus’ hands grow closer, softly caressing and massaging Malak’s pudgy cheeks with their thin, almost calming fingers. “Master’s here now, my sweet! I hope you’re just as excited as I am.”

Malak’s mouth hung open, his eyes coated over with fear, as his body continued to work against his own wishes. “Ah- Ah a..!” Muffled pleas were all he could manage, his mouth seemingly stuck in the position the attacker had caught him in.

“Oh dear, calm yourself, it’s only me. I guess I must’ve taken you by surprise, but I just couldn’t wait any longer to claim you! Who knows what other vampire may have come along and stolen you from me.” They chirped, his curls twirling against their cheek that rubbed at his scalp.

To their displeasure, Malak continued his half succeeding protests.

A dainty finger slipped to his lips, silencing him with an accompanying command. “Hush, pumpkin. You’re okay, there's no need to worry. Everything’s alright now that I’m here. Everything is just fine, baby.” They soothed, continuing their gratifying circular motions over his skin, all the way to his previously tense temples. “Tell me you know there’s no need to worry.”

There was reason to worry. Overwhelmingly, terrifying reason to worry, but those thoughts didn’t stop the urge to obey the vampire’s will. “Th- there’s no, um… no… no worry…” he trailed, any fear he held dying right in his throat. 

A sense of mind numbing calm washed over Malak, glazing his eyes in powerful hypnotic content. They were right. Weren’t they? Why was he struggling, again? His mind was so heavy and fuzzy, he couldn’t seem to remember- not like it mattered.

With each rhythm of their pacifying touch, Malak began to notice himself relaxing into the dense bench, his muscles easing. Before he knew it his thoughts were dissipating, brain thawing and growing barren in favor of the stranger’s oddly comforting speech. 

They must’ve sensed- or been well aware of- his guard carefully liquifying under their presence. “That’s right, darling, just relax. Relaxing just feels delightful, doesn’t it? Just relax all calm and nicely, and focus on Master’s pleasant voice that drains your little head dry of all those pesky thoughts.”

Weirdly, it was nice. When they’d mentioned stealing his thoughts out from under him, he could’ve sworn there was a strike of anxiousness in his belly, but now there was no trace of it.

Adrastus’ wonderful touch was casting an overwhelmingly pleasurable, dreamlike spell down his body, quieting his mind with well practiced ease, of which he welcomed with a drowsy smile.

“You’re doing wonderful darling, just like I knew you would. Such a good, splendid boy you are. Doesn’t it feel magnificent to listen to Master? To be such a good, obedient, perfect little pet?”

Malak really couldn’t deny the joy of being called such a thing, and not just because his melting mind wouldn’t have had the strength to do so even if he wanted to. It did feel good, heavenly even. He’d be inclined to behave even better if they continued to give him such blissful sensations.

“Mm… nice…” Malak mumbled, agreeing wholeheartedly, his words a slurring sludge dripping from his full lips. He snuggled into their deep touch, their fingertips burrowing into his flesh. “Obedient… for… for Master…”

To his cloudy dismay, Adrastus’ arms slipped away in a flustered manner. Malak whimpered almost instantaneously over the slight dispersal of the pleasure, the vampire’s hold loosening just a moment as their attention wavered. His head lolled to the back without their immense strength holding him in place, his eyelids drowsily inching closer to a close.  

“Oh, you’re even cuter than I imagined, I can’t take it!” Adrastus blushed, excitedly holding their face in their hands. “I can’t wait to take my little darling home and kiss and cuddle and hold you in my arms until I just can’t!”  

Malak would like that. He’d like that very much. Whoever this was, he wouldn’t complain if they wanted to snuggle him for the rest of his life if it would feel like this. Really he couldn’t think of anything that sounded better.

But honestly, he couldn’t think of anything else at all.

Adrastus continued gushing, and Malak drooled over every next idea they came up with. The toys, the pets, the food, the praises? He couldn’t help but yearn for it the more the vampire raved about it. He was overwhelmed completely by such a blissful seeming prospect.

Were they actually going to take him home with them? Would they really grant him such garunteed of love and affection? Him?

“You want that, don’t you Malak? You crave it all so badly. You need it.” Adrastus lulled, almost kissing the man’s ear. How long had they been there, feeding breathy, wonderfully dreamy promises into him? 

Instead of the vampire’s arms, something else was wrapped around his neck, pushing firmly up to his bobbing throat. A pressure on the back of his neck urged Malak’s head forward, but the piece restrained his chin from resting to his chest. 

“I bought an extra special collar, dear, for an extra special thrall.” Adrastus murmured happily, attempting to clasp the item to the human’s throat. The band was hard and thick, coarse and dense and wildly uncomfortable, itching unwantedly to his dismay. Fighting against his urges to stay docile and good, Malak wriggled a bit under Adrastus’s grip.

“Stop that.” They demanded harshly.

“I bought you this beautiful gift to show my love for my pet, and I won’t allow you to deny it.” They snarled, before their sugar filled sound returned as quickly as it had left. “Isn’t it just marvelous, darling? They way it clutches your little neck, warming you and sending your head swimming? Showing you how cherished and wanted you are? How owned?”

Any negativity pooled right out of Malak’s malleable brain. Sweet, addicting pleasure coated the skin covered by the vibrantly pink collar, a content mewl creamily slipping from his lips the more he relished in the sensation. 

“S- so good… so, mm, owned…” he drawled, scratching his back against the wood of the seat. 

As he eagerly gave in to enjoying the flood of ecstasy, the vampire plunged nimble fingers into his mess of curls, sharp nails scratching heavenly at his scalp, and doting fingers sifting through locks. Adrastus’ kneaded through each tangle and tug, molding his mushy brain in a puddle of stickiness.

Malak barely even noticed when the touch slipped from his head, too entranced to really notice anything. He did, however, pick up the jingle of the ring on his collar as something clicked to it, and new weight was added. 

Before he knew it Malak was yanked forward by the leash, effortlessly sliding right to the concrete. He landed to the rough ground with a pained whine, the cracks and pebbles grinding into his plush knees. 

“Oh, my apologies love. I couldn’t let you continue to dirty that seat when you know so well pets aren’t allowed on furniture.” They said, a fake sense of empathy that poorly hid their enjoyment of the situation. 

His brows lightly furrowed, the tint of confusion evident on his predominantly adoring expression. “Not… allowed…?”

“Yes baby. Good boys like you get to sit on the floor. Isn’t that just nice?”

Malak would consider absolutely anything nice if he was told in such an entrancing, echoing voice like theirs. He simply nodded along with their words, happy to agree with whatever they decided was right.

A faunt tug pulled on his collar, prompting Malak to dozily gaze upward. His vision was much too hazy to make out the figure looming over him, but he recognized them anyway by the reverberation of their vocals.

“Let’s not keep all your new presents waiting, Darling.”

[shimmering-star]

THE ART FROM THE HEART

☆ Navia x artist!fem!reader

☆ Genre: fluff

☆ Warnings: none! Anxious reader (?) (Men and minors dni)

Enjoy reading!

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“Stay still, or else I will make a mistake in your portrait. I don’t want to ruin it, not the look of my beloved”. You furrowed your brows, looking into each little detail on the canvas. You were a perfectionist in everything, especially when it came to the art related to your girlfriend. It felt challenging to concentrate today; lately, you became a little ball of anxiety, as your love described you. Thoughts about your upcoming art exhibition, the first one for you, made you endlessly nervous. And you wanted Navia’s portrait to be the centre of it, as she was the one who never let you down and made you keep going for all these years with her energetic spirit.

“Oh, come on, don’t be that serious about it. I’m sure it looks like a masterpiece,” – she said, coming closer to you and tapping your shoulder. Her long, golden locks were shone on the sun. Sometimes you thought that she was your only light in life — the sun that comes after the long, cold night. And the one that you never want to lose, ever.

—“Hey, are you listening, Y/N?”— she asked.

“Sorry, love, I got distracted,” - Your painting picked your gaze once again. It seems perfect, but something feels odd. The Navia on the canvas is somehow different from your beloved, which doesn’t make any sense. “I’m sorry; I think I would need to redo it or add some details. Can you please— “She didn’t let you finish; her gloved finger gently landed on your lips.

“Shush, my flower. I’m sorry that I’m about to turn down your request, but you should rest now. Your creation is more than perfect for me. I’ll definitely put it into the frame later, but if you are not sure, let's go unwind? We’re on a date after all; I need to drag you out of your troubled mind sometimes,” – she said, patting your head. Of course, you couldn’t argue with your girlfriend. Plus, persuading Navia was nearly impossible even for you. “Sure thing” — you replied as she took your hand. Your fingers intertwined immediately, and you felt your tangled worries were slowly washing away.

Navia was telling you something, but you couldn’t concentrate. You were else were, watching the way she moved so gracefully, like the petal of the rose on a wind. Suddenly, everything disappeared as you felt her hands covering your eyes.

“H-huh? What is going on?”

“No need to worry; l’m just brining you to the place where are we going to have our date.”

“Weren’t we already on a date?” This question received no answer. As you walked forward together, you felt a sudden feeling of being loved. Her soft hands warming face, the aroma of her perfume enveloping you, like an invisible cloak, brining you comfort. “We are here!” — she happily exclaimed.

When you opened your eyes, a scene from the finest landscape painting greeted you — a picnic on a shore. A big basket with the fresh bread stood in the middle of the blanket, surrounded by other tasty dishes. Desserts caught your eye; they were all yours and Navia’s favourites. The view from here was magnificent—a city below and plains and forests of Fountain beyond. Right above you, you noticed some cutesy birds that seemed like they were inviting you both to sit down.

“Surprise! Do you like that?”

“Yes, I do, very much,”- you said. You should have seen yourself smiling this moment. Your lips reaching from ear to ear. “Oh, love, you really have should just told me, we could organise it together and— “

“I wanted to surprise you. Come on, sit down,” — she said, making you settle on the blanket.

For the next hour you both were happily talked about this and that, savouring the desserts, you found out were cooked by your beloved.

“They are so tasty Navia! Hundreds of thanks to you, love.”

“My flower, no need to thank me that much; I just wanted to spend some time with you. Oh, look at me...” You raised your eyes towards hers. She gently took your chin, swiping a cream from a dessert with her thumb.

“That’s better, “— she said, not quick to let go. Her gentle finger brushed your lip, admiration and care evident in her eyes. She bit her lip. Red as a tomato, you felt her passionately dive in for a kiss. You returned it that exact second, lost in that moment of passion. The kiss tasted like vanilla from macarons. Your fingers ran through her silky hair, trying to get even closer to her. The minute felt infinite, but soon you ran out of breath. No one was saying anything, while you were trying to catch your breaths. After a moment of silence, her happy giggle rang in your ears: “You are so cute when you are that blushed.” Your beloved gently picked a blossom and put it behind your ear. “Y/n, you are pretty as this flower, no... even more beautiful than it” Navia giggled once again, making you smile wider.”

After a long time of being engaged in various activities, both exhausted, you collapse onto the blanket. Your head rests on her soft thighs, and the soothing patting nearly lulls you to sleep.

“Y/n?” — she asks.

“Yes?” – you respond, not bothering to open your eyes.

“Will you marry me?”

“What!?” Startled, you lift your head from her legs, sitting there in disbelief as the proposal sinks in your mind. “You mean it?” You felt heat rising to your cheeks once again, while Navia remained silent. Instead, she presents you a small black box, containing a beautiful gold ring with a carved rose on it. You didn’t answer anything, but with overwhelming feelings, you leaned and kissed her once again, showing her your acceptance.

“Of course.”

You love Navia — for her character, charisma, quirks and her radiating presence. The rest of the evening you both spend cuddling together under the soft blanket, witnessing the dawn and being ready to greet the night and a new coming day full of adventures together after that. As the dusk was gathering, you realise your artwork has been missing your own emotions, the way you saw Navia. And now you are ready to show this on your painting.

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Happy new year everyone!

[buckets-and-trees]

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Bucky x gn!Reader, side Sam Wilson Word Count: 2k

Summary: He reluctantly agreed to this in the first place, but a nice afternoon turns into a darker night than Bucky ever could have anticipated. [Takes place after Wandavision and TFATWS but before Multiverse of Madness]

Content Warnings: DARK FIC, entrapment, somnophilia, dub-con, non-con, entrapment, non-graphic sexual situations (p in v), magic, sorcery, trickery… 

Additional Notes: Written for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor's Mini March Challenge (literally the Pacific Coast eleventh hour of March 31st, but we made it), featuring a wicker basket and honey jar, a touch of praise, and a flash of voyeurism. I listened to a lot of Lana Del Rey, and the fic takes its title from her song of the same name (and I let Wanda use that as a beat of dialogue).

“Listen, we’re not far from the farm where she’s been staying. I know you don’t know her that well, but in case you forgot, she’s one of the ones who stuck her neck out for you at the airport in Berlin, went to The Raft with me, then went on the run with me and Steve.”

Bucky looked up to the roof of the SUV they were trundling along in. “I know, fine. I know you trust her, I just–“ Bucky broke off and took a deep breath. “After not being in control of my own mind for most of a century, you can’t blame me for being a little wary of dropping by to visit someone whose powers include mind manipulation.”

Sam opened his mouth and closed it again. A beat later, he said, “She’s on our side. I saw her a few weeks ago. I owe it to her to look in and see how she’s doing now and then, and it’d probably mean a lot to her if you came along with me.”

“You’re going to do that? Appeal to my redeveloping humanity?” Bucky rolled his eyes for show but smiled. “Fine. Do we need to pick up a pie or some cookies first?”

Sam grinned. “And you say you have no social skills.”

“What’s this?” Wanda asked, trying to hide a smirk.

“Buck here insisted we needed to bring something if we were going to drop in unannounced,” Sam said, clapping the super soldier on the shoulder and pushing him into the cabin.

“I – well – my ma always said it was the polite thing to do. Not my fault this one has no manners,” Bucky offered, holding out the wicker basket with two loaves of fresh bread and a jar of honey from a local bakery they’d found in the small town nearby.

“Plus, we eat a lot and didn’t want to wipe you out.”

Sam and Wanda both laugh.

Wanda reaches for the basket. “It’s appreciated. Go ahead and have a seat at the table. I’ll put the kettle on.”

When the afternoon sun is casting long shadows across the room as it fights to keep streaming through the windows and Bucky, Sam, and Wanda have demolished almost all the bread, the new Captain America and the Winter Soldier stand up to leave. Bucky had been nervous, but this has proven to be another normal thing, another connection he’s fostering and doesn’t have to worry about. This was good.

“It’s good to see you holding up so well,” Sam said, pulling his jacket back on.

“You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Thanks for putting up with our checkup intrusion,” Bucky added. “You know Sam can’t help dithering over us lost souls.”

“Always wanting to help,” Wanda agreed.

“You know what?” Sam interjected in protest. "There are people who appreciate my efforts."

Bucky and Wanda laughed. It felt nice.

“Actually, if you don’t mind, Bucky, there is something I was hoping to speak just with Sam about.”

“Oh,” Bucky hadn’t expected that, but he knew they had so much more history behind them. “Sure, I’ll just wait in the car.”

He really hadn’t minded leaving them to talk in private. Twenty minutes had been fine. He hadn’t even begrudged thirty minutes, but forty-five minutes seemed a bit too long. They could’ve told him, and he would have gone on a walk or something. Really the only annoyance was letting him think their conversation was going to be quick.

If they were talking for this long, maybe there was a real issue. Maybe he could help.

And now he did need to use the bathroom, so he had a reason to check in that wasn’t indicating the impatience he’d accumulated over nearly an hour.

He rapped lightly on the door with the knuckles of his right hand while opening it with the vibranium one – the reverse would’ve sounded a little more aggressive, even if it would’ve been more convenient.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I–“

Bucky looked around the open living and dining room of the main level. Sam was not here, and Wanda was sitting serenely on the couch, legs crossed, a cup of tea in one hand and a book in the other. Music was playing from a Bluetooth speaker in the corner.

“I was waiting for you to come back inside,” she stated calmly, closing the book, and setting it aside on the end table with her tea.

Without thought, Bucky had already adopted a defensive and alert stance, looking around for any helpful cues and cocking his head to listen for–

A long groan drifted down from the upstairs, cutting across the music.

“Sam!” Bucky moved with his preternatural speed to the stairs before Wanda could stop him and ascended, easily taking them three at a time.

What he saw when he reached the top of the stairs brought him to a full stop, his brows furrowing and his jaw dropping.

“What the hell is–?”

Another deep groan from Sam interrupted him, and no wonder. Bucky needed to look away, he really did, but he couldn’t – nor could he believe what he was witnessing.

On the other side of the lofted room of the cabin, Sam was naked on his back, a dark, misty creature seated squarely over his hips. The creature had its hands planted on Sam’s chest and was pumping itself up and down with Sam’s hands on the creature’s own hips to guide it.

“He is a magnificent sight, isn’t he?” Wanda crooned softly at his shoulder.

It was the tone of her comment that pulled Bucky’s attention away from the spectacle. “Choose your words wisely, Wanda.”

The brainwashing of the Winter Soldier was gone, but the unbelievable levels of control, precision, and restraint that had been honed by the US Army, heightened by the super soldier serum, and finetuned by the Soviets remained and were all that kept Bucky from ripping her limb from limb that instant. The rage was simmering right below the surface.

“It’s little known, but it’s quite a simple enchantment with the result of harvesting power. Copulation, particularly a moment of sexual climax, can generate a great deal of energy. An incubus or succubus draws that energy to sustain themselves, but this creature is an umbrabus, or a shadow of a sexual demon which I can absorb once it’s collected the energy.”

“You’re harvesting energy?”

“Mhmm,” she hums. “There are witches who steal power from other witches. This seemed more elegant a solution, and practically harmless.”

“Not harmless.”

Wanda calmly side-stepped him to adjust the drapes over the window as she responded, “He doesn’t remember.”

Bucky’s mind whirred, rapidly piecing things together what he was seeing with what he already knew and reports he’d read about this woman – back in Wakanda when he wanted to know everything about the fugitives who had turned with Steve and then the recent reports he’d hacked into SWORD and FBI servers to read in the car on the way to the cabin today.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve done this to him.” His hands balled into fists.

“No, it’s not.”

“What do you need the power for?”

“Aw, you’re too inquisitive,” she cooed, and stepped closer to him, reaching out as if to stroke his cheek, but he jerked out of the way. She still kept the small, serene smile on her face. “Don’t you worry your pretty head about it – that’s what they told me so many times.”

Bucky couldn’t stop the open glare that formed on his face.

Wanda just laughed.

“I could tell you, but you won’t remember anyway. Like I said, he doesn’t remember. You won’t remember anything more than maybe a dream,” she said in a way he knew was trying to reassure him, but he was not naïve enough for that. “Let’s just say hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have.

“I can give you anyone you want,” she continued. “I gave Sam the woman he’s been dating and about to start introducing to people as his girlfriend back home. I always wondered… perhaps Steve?”

Without even thinking he had the redhead slammed up against the wall, lifting her by her throat in less than an instant. “Steve? You didn’t do this to him – to them, did you?” The rage that had been simmering now surged like fire through every vein of his body. Wanda had been with Steve, Sam, and Natasha for the better part of two years.

“No,” she eked out, “I did not know the breadth of my abilities then.”

She squeezed his forearm to get him to let her down, and he slowly acquiesced, lowering her to stand of her own volition again but kept enough pressure on her throat to keep her pinned. He might believe that she wasn’t practicing dark magic on his friends before Thanos. The report filed by a Monica Rambeau claimed Westview was grief with good intentions that were put right after Wanda realized the harm she’d caused – created. James Woo from the FBI had reported a similar view. But that was months ago…

Wanda licked her lips, then one of her hands moved up to draw patterns over his hand still on her throat. “Who do you want, James?”

Bucky shook his head. “No.”

Wanda tilted her head. “There’s certainly someone who must have caught the eye of a handsome soldier like you,” her voice lilted sweetly. Saccharine.

Bucky clenched his jaw as your face flashed in his mind, clear as day.

“Ah.” Her eyes gleam, and he feels the dread tighten in his stomach. “What a lovely creature.”

She began to whisper an incantation, and the words are far from the ten cursed Russian words that overruled his own agency for decades, but the dread it conjured was the same.

“No,” he plead.

Then there was the soft weight of a hand on his shoulder, and he whipped his head to see another dark, shadowy being. But as he grabbed the hand to remove it from his shoulder, the umbrabus transforms into a striking approximation of you.

He dropped his grip on Wanda, but otherwise he was now frozen, watching the shadow you. You weren’t naked, but nearly, in only too-tempting swaths of dark blue satin and lace. The being stepped forward and caressed his cheek, and he closed his eyes and didn’t jerk away as he had when Wanda reached for him, but he did try to turn his head and refuse the soft touch. He tried, but he couldn’t.

“Oh, James, there’s no harm in it,” Wanda said. “You can’t stop me from getting what I want, and this world has already taken so much from you, so why not get something you want?”

One hand of the umbrabus – he had to remember it wasn’t you, he had to – trailed delicately down his neck and along his shoulder while the other gently came to rest on his hip. It inclined its head toward him, then moved in and pressed hot lips against his throat. He groaned.

“It will hurt no one,” Wanda continued to speak, “no collateral damage, and you deserve a little happiness.”

The umbrabus’s fingers moved from resting on his hip to hook into the waistband of his jeans, and tugged him toward a bed Wanda conjured just a few steps away.

“Pleasure and happiness aren’t the same thing,” Bucky protested.

“Maybe not, but you will still feel it.”

Was he tumbling willingly onto the bed with you, no her, it?

Because he didn't want this. This isn’t you circling your legs around his waist and pulling his head down to kiss you. He'd only spoken with you a few times, and he didn’t want the falsification unfolding here to supplant the reality he had been looking to slowly build with you.

“And to think of all the strength and stamina you will give me as a super soldier,” Wanda whispered in his ear, trailing a finger down his spine. Where were his clothes? “The only one of your kind left, you will be such a good source of power it will be difficult to let you go, but I promise I will. I’m not the villain, after all.”

He sank into you

“Yes, doing so well for me,” she says softly.

And he was lost.

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[wisteriaiswriting]

Omg I love your Pan writing. Can we get some headcanons for him? Sfw and nsfw if you’re comfortable! :3

ℙ𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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SFW and NSFW (First nsfw post)

𝕊𝔽𝕎:

He will translate any nickname into greek you can’t understand them (Ελάφι - Deer, Αγάπη - Love) Falls harder if you return these.

His love languages are Physical Touch and receiving gifts. (Will fold if you give him something clearly handmade.)

Has a step-by-step routine that he will not forget, 10 just for his face and 5 steps for his horns.

Starts off in the ‘sweetheart's cradle’ and ends in either ‘loosely tethered’ or the ‘cliff hanger.’

Pan’s wardrobe is full of suits and anything similar. Pants, skirts, dresses. As long as they are fancy and/or business like he will wear them.

As God of The Wild he has gained a habit of collecting items, mainly ones that the animals bring him occasionally. So over time his collection has slowly grown, mainly rocks, now wilted leaves and flowers and even crystals.

I believe he is pansexual. He hasn’t gained a preference over time, as long as you keep his attention and interest he’s good. 

If you need to talk to him, call. He wants to hear the others' voices rather than stare at a screen. Plus with calling he can facetime you.

Over time he has gained an appreciation for baking and bakers. Loves to visit bakeries to get some fresh bread and treats. Wants to bake but can not for the life of him so it safely. (Has burnt a kitchen or two.)

Is surprisingly a cat magnet, maybe it’s because he is the God of The Wild but who knows. If he sits on a bench cats will find him and lay next to him, from strays or wandering house cats.

ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎:

After a night together he will have the best aftercare planned. Will run a bath with salts and lotions, heating up some pre-prepped meals before cuddling together as you fall asleep. (Only sleep after you do.)

Is really possessive, (Not surprising.) So he will throw his jacket over you, place his glasses on the bridge of your nose. Any clothing he has can and will be use to show your his.

If he deems you are being too loud he will find any piece of cloth nearby, (Normally his gloves or tie.) and stuff it into your mouth.

The base of his horns are sensitive, touching them will put Pan into the mood. It is the same with his tail, grabbing or brushing against it is enough to have him pull you aside.

Along with being sensitive, he does not tolerate being teased, only he can do it. If you still decide to, he will make you regret it. (Will also tease you back for however long he deems good.)

If he is feeling rough he might throw in some words of degradation but normally it is praise. Whether it’s in the bedroom or on the way it is all praise.

Pan likes to have some sort of power, and with his partner he will have it all if not most. If it’s in the bedroom or in scenes he wants to have power over you.

Speaking off power he likes to also have his partner restrained, giving him more power. Even if he has ropes or cuffs available, over everything else he prefers his hands.

One of his favourite kinks is marking, he doesn’t care how he does it as long as it’s done. Simple hickeys and bite marks covering your neck and down your chest. Using his nails to leave scratches along your body, even using the ends of his horns down your chest and thighs. (Always careful to not hurt you too much.)

The public, always 50-50 about it. On one hand he is possessive about you, so anyone seeing you will not end well. But again, the thrill of being caught, (Especially in the underworld) keeps him going.

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Using a Working Altar for Trancework

A working altar is something that I use in trancework. It is basically a community tool station and everything that is placed upon it has a specific purpose. Everything on it gets used by everybody who has come to trance. That altar is doing business. It is not there to look pretty, though it can also do that. Every item sitting on it plays an active role in the trance process. A trance altar is a hypnotic trigger (one of many) that aids in the process of trance. The same things are found on it every single time without much deviation. There will be incense (though the type may change depending on the type of trance being done), there will be flowers and herbs for tea (the type may change), there will be some kind of “grounding” food (chocolate, fruit, or dark bread are normal), there will be a plate for money, there will be a bowl and a pitcher of scented water, there will be oils and perfumes (types may vary), there will be votives for those who want to make them, and there will be salt. 

(Pictured: The left half of my working altar. Just off camera to the right, you would find a pitcher of scented water and a basin to pour it over. Plus a whole heap of scented oils and wake-up water.) The photo above was taken just before a trance session in either 2016 or 2015. For basic trance, the color of the altar cloth does not matter. It can be anything that you are proud of that only gets used for trance. Everything placed on a trance altar has to be used, consumed, burned, or buried. (Not counting the bowls, plates, and jars.) This encourages a type of reverence and concentrated focus on trance that makes it easier to accomplish--part of the hypnotic trigger that now is time for trance. When these items come together in this way, trancework always follows.

There is a strong emphasis on responsible sourcing of materials. Take time and pay attention to detail when acquiring things for a trance altar.

ITEMS

Flowers & Herbs: Fresh picked or hand dried. Grow your own if you can or pick them wild. Edibles with heavy scents or flavors are best. Flowers can be dried afterwards and harvested for seeds. Beauty, scent, and nature establish a space of spiritual cleanliness.

Foods: Place small amounts of food on the altar but no meat. Fair-trade chocolate is good. Homemade breads are good. Homegrown fruit is good. Those who trance have to eat something when they are done.

Plates & Bowls: Glazed and unglazed pottery and brassware is always nice. Take the time to clean each item before and after trance work. You will need a water pitcher and a basin to catch the water so that people can wash their hands and face before you begin. Keepin' things clean here.

Scented Oils: Choose a scent for yourself that you will only use for trance and use it every time you practice and every time you sit down for a trance session but do not use it in your regular day to day life. It can be anything that has meaning to you but you have to be consistent in how you use it to gain its full benefits.

Votives: Candles, clay, stones--these are all foci that can be used according to your personal religious or spiritual practices. Some people like to light candles and make prayers, some like to shape clay offerings, some like to charge stones. We have diverse backgrounds. Some of us are religious, some of us are not. This is a way of synchronizing what we do together with who you are as an individual.

Salt: Funny thing about salt... “they” say it is used for “purification.” What that means is, “it keeps crawly bitey bugs away.” It also burns in pretty colors and is traditionally very valuable. I lay down chunky koshering salt around the area to keep things away from the places creepy crawly things don’t need to be.

BURNED OR BURIED?

Anything that doesn’t get used or consumed that has been placed on the altar, and is not reusable, should be either burned or buried. This is a pretty standard formula for Mediterranean ritual items. That which is burned goes to the gods/spirits of life. That which is buried goes to the gods/spirits of death. This includes flowers, herbs, leftover food, votives, and any salt that has been left on a plate. This does not include money, vials of oil, boxes of incense, your altar cloth, or your plates & bowls. If you/ your group are non-spiritual, you can either adopt this method, alternate between the two, and file it mentally under hypnotic suggestion OR come up with a different reverent manner of handling these items. No matter what you choose to do or why, there is a psychological benefit to treating trance/ritual items differently than you treat everything else so it is worth it to go through.

MONEY

How your group wants to handle money is totally up to you. I include it mostly because I want to prepare people for what the spectrum of normal looks like in living traditions of trancework around the Med. Just fostering an awareness and good manners. It is okay to ask for donations to cover using a space and buying supplies but you should never expect a single penny. When I lived in a place where busking was more prominent, I used to take whatever money was placed on the trance altar and give it all to the first busking musician I saw after. This was my way of thanking the spirit of the arts. Money given freely is the key. If you are the acting agent of the spirit of the arts and you keep that money, be prepared to accept what that means and what role you play.

When money is placed on a trance altar, it becomes a votive offering. The giver is asking whatever communal forces are at work for something in exchange. It is a very serious thing. There are multiple layers to it as well. The metal of coins, which used to be common currency, had/has a spiritual value. The metal was and is used as an apotropaic focus to break the evil eye, to drive away angry spirits, and to give the gods back what was borrowed to begin with.

Many living trance cults in the Mediterranean use the donations that people bring in to provide for their livelihood but those are almost entirely for possession cults. The people who do this traditionally are born into it and it is all they do. The people who come to them are not learning to trance or learning about trance. They already know what it is and they know exactly what they are paying for. Should you ever find yourself with them, do as they do and understand that it is a part of the experience.

INCENSE

(Pictured: My trance wife taking a smoky bath with stick incense. Note how the fabric is tented over the smoke to catch and hold the scent in. This takes a few minutes. Aim to saturate everything with the scent and be careful not to let hair or fabric come into contact with the burny bits.) Every scent has a purpose. Basic trance uses only one or two fragrances to keep things consistent while you are still building up your hypnotic associations. Catalyst trance utilizes a different scent for each type of trance. Possession trance uses a different scent for every type of spirit. Religious trance uses a different scent depending on the religion/deity involved.

If you are new to this, I recommend starting with labdanum resin or benzoin resin. Labdanum is specifically associated with protection, which is why I use it. Benzoin is also associated with a polite, warm, and welcoming place. Both are very appropriate for this kind of work. Pine resin is also good and easy to gather in some parts of the world.

I buy most of my resins from Greek Orthodox monks because few people take incense more seriously than they do and I know that it has been meticulously prepared. Also, I use a lot of the same scents. Source your incense however you want to and use whatever scents you want with your own group but have a reason for the ones you choose and stick to the same scent every time. Be consistent.

Incense is used to smoke bathe everyone and everything to include drums, votives, all trance wear, and all people involved with the trance session. Resin incense needs to be tended to so that when the resin has burned out, it can be quickly replaced.

Scent is the most spiritual of the senses. Good scents are believed to attract good spirits and bad smells attract harmful spirits. This is why many living traditions for trancework are extremely fragrant affairs. Incense is used in offering to all manner of gods and spirits. It is considered “spirit food.” In many cases, incense is viewed as a gift from a particular spirit or deity. Burning it sends the suggestion that the area is ready for good spirits to attend and be fed. One of the most impolite things you can do at a trance session is show up unwashed and reeking of BO.

That's the basics! Good luck with your magic floppy time!

[waywardangel-wilds]

What do I HC the victors doing with their time post mockingjay?

Katniss: still hunts but not every day. She also runs an informal daycare / camp where she teaches kids about what plants are safe and how to sing. She doesn’t really have a formal job but she loves helping out however she can. She also volunteers a lot at the local orphanage. Those kids are never wanting any baked treat, Katniss provides. She’s also all up in Haymitch’s business about his health, she will not allow him to potentially fracture another hip. Sometimes she does front counter at the bakery, but it’s mostly because Peeta thinks she looks adorable with the milkmaid braid she wears (she doesn’t want to get hair on any of the breads). She is fully taking advantage of that, by the way. She has a small but very close group of friends. Girlfriends! For the first time! It feels very special and she’s very grateful. One of her friends is an RN so Katniss makes sure Haymitch can’t escape his healthcare provider. She’s made friends with the local butcher too - he really appreciates having access to fresh game and Katniss really appreciates not having to butcher her kills every damn time. No hunting partner tho, at least not yet. That kind of bums her out, but it’s alright.

Haymitch: he drinks when Katniss isn’t looking. Mostly just hangs out with the other ‘old dudes’ from town and argues about what exactly happened at the market 30 years ago. Plays a lot of chess, either at home or in the town square. Yells at kids to quit running just randomly. He’s also at like, every town hall meeting. He doesn’t let the mayor get away with anything. When he says something he doesn’t like, he stands up (like luke in Gilmore girls lol) and argues - if they tell him to sit down he goes “Thom, who got you your freedom?”

Peeta: he runs a whole business thank you very much. It takes a lot of effort to keep it from burning to the ground (it is literally fine, he’s just annoying). When he isn’t doing that he’s with Katniss, either helping her with her collection of non-jobs, or just spending time with her. He also spends a lot of time with his friends. His coworkers from the bakery and a few other people he’s met from being in town all the time. Sometimes they just hang out on the front yard of someone’s house. Other times they might play a ball game or something, they all have kids anyway might as well do something together. (Do not ask about the go karting incident). He also spends a lot of time hanging out with Delly and her family. She runs a farm about an hour out of town and does it in a perfectly chaotic way. He’s impressed. He also loves all the free shit he gets out of her chosen career path - prime quality flour thank you very much. Also some home brewed beer. Oh, I almost forgot, district twelve got their wrestling team back after Peeta kept nagging the high school principal every time they came by the bakery for a donut. Like, come on, the kids need enrichment! Plus, he already knows what to coach them on! He even has a mug that says coach on it just waiting to be used! He could double as an art teacher! (They said yes).

[theflyingfeeling]

Seventeeth Day of Gift-Giving: Snow Day

Prompt: tossing someone in a snow pile

In which Aleksi is a struggling dog-daddy, Olli his loving little helper, and Rilla the Queen of the Entire Universe and an Honorary Member of the Trade Union of Dachshunds (TUD) 💖

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“Come on now, Rilla, don’t be like that.”

The look on Rilla’s dark brown eyes as he glared at Aleksi told him she was, no doubt, going to be like that.

“Hey now, I promise it’s not going to be too bad. It’s just a bit of snow. And it’s even plus degrees!”

“I fear that’s exactly what’s concerning her,” Olli offered as he leaned against the kitchen door frame, still munching on his breakfast slice of bread and butter. “I can imagine getting wet snow stuck in one’s fur doesn’t feel nice.”

“So you’d rather she poops on your hallway rug then, huh? Rilla, let’s go!”

Knowing exactly which strings to pull to get her way, Rilla ignored Aleksi’s pleas and padded over to Olli who awwed, his mouth stuffed with rye bread, when Rilla pawed his feet with her furry one.

“Look at her! She just wants to stay in for snuggles.” Olli crouched to scratch Rilla behind her ear. Rilla, in turn, wagged her little tail, over the moon about Olli’s attention and understanding.

“You’re ganging up on me now? She’s barely been outside these past couple of days!”

“You’re one to talk…”

Olli’s remark was justified, Aleksi had to admit, but in his defence, he had had many good reason to stay inside most of the time instead of adventuring in the cold and the snow, such as Olli’s lips kissing his, Olli’s hand caressing him all over, Olli’s eyes looking at him with so much affection Aleksi didn’t know was even possible, and Olli’s cock grinding against his own, to mention some. 

Rilla, however? She stayed inside on days like this only because it was encoded in her; Aleksi knew dachshunds in general could be particular about the weather conditions in which they’d be willing to do their walkies, but Rilla was definitely in her own league. Besides, Aleksi was pretty sure there was some kind of Trade Union of Dachshunds (TUD) that sent word to its members about upcoming drizzles and dropping temperatures, reminding them they may be entitled to compensation if their humans as much as suggested they stick their delicate little noses outside in such circumstances.

“Well, maybe it’s high time all of us go get some fresh air for change, for a proper walk to make sure she does her business, instead of just turning back at the end of the street. And perhaps we should go the opposite direction this time, to avoid her getting stuck staring at the hare that’s not even ther…”

While Aleksi talked, Olli kept petting Rilla and feeding her pieces of his bread while Rilla kept wagging her tail and happily accepting the modest treats, neither of them even bothering to pretend they were listening anymore.

They were lucky Aleksi loved them both so much.

~*~

Rilla wriggled in Aleksi’s arms as he tried to brush her stomach free of snow by the front door of Olli’s house. She had only agreed to walk to the nearest bus stop, grudgingly like any self-respecting dachshund would, stopping every five metres to give Aleksi the evil eye for so cold-heartedly forcing her through such a torture. She had done her business, though, so in Aleksi’s books the walk was a success, and turning back home, Rilla had suddenly been dashing through the snow with no worries whatsoever (another model example of typical dachshund behaviour).

“Stop it, Rilla, I’m trying to help you!”

“What if you hold her while I take the snow off?” Olli suggested, his hand already reaching towards Rilla’s snow-covered underside. 

“We can try…” Aleksi muttered, not entirely convinced Rilla was up to being manhandled by them both. That was why his surprise was great when almost no lumps of snow remained on the fine fur on her belly after Olli’s gentle brushing (and with only minimal grumbling from Rilla).

“Good girl,” Aleksi praised her. He waited for Rilla give to her fur one last shake of her own before letting her inside. Probably remembering the traumatic event Aleksi had put her through, she rushed to the fluffy blanket she had appropriated as her napping spot and rubbed herself against it for a while, after which she settled down with one last death-glare at Aleksi. Then she closed her eyes.

“Wanna go outside for a bit more? The thaw’s feeling so nice.” 

Aleksi was going to say yes anyway, but Olli’s warm, hopeful smile only settled his decision, and as if he needed any more persuasion, Olli pecked him on the cheek for giving an affirmative answer.

They were barely out the door when Olli tackled him to the soft snowdirft and began scooping snow on him, his bright laughter and Aleksi’s own yelps of resistance filling the air. The surprise attack and the shock of cold snow on the exposed parts of his neck left Aleksi breathing heavily once Olli was done terrorising him and settled for just lying on top of Aleksi, his eyes twinkling from the smile hiding behind his woolly scarf.

“What was that for?”

“For being so stubborn sometimes.” Olli leaned in to leave a small kiss on Aleksi’s mouth. “You’re so independent and strong and I respect that, but I hope you’ll also let me help you with stuff every now and then.” 

Aleksi looked into Olli’s eyes, so sincere and tender. He had to blink an extra couple of times to keep his own dry. 

“Because I want to help you. With Rilla and… with anything I can. I know it won’t be much, with me living here and you…” Olli’s speech trailed off, as if he, too, was already dreading Aleksi’s return to Helsinki looming in just a few days and hoped that if he didn’t say it out loud, it wouldn’t happen and the physical distance between them wouldn’t exist. 

Aleksi didn’t want to hear it either, as pointless as it was to ignore it. For now, however, all he wanted to do was cherish the time they still had left. 

As he hadn’t really prepared for Olli to say such things while pinning him down on the snow, Aleksi had no means to answer. The best thing he could think of at that moment was to lift his head enough to close the gap between their mouths, hoping it would do the trick in letting Olli know just how much he appreciated his words.

Then, as suddenly as Olli had jumped on him, Aleksi flipped the man off himself and paid him back in his own coin, laughing when Olli laughed, kissing him back when he pulled on Aleksi’s scarf for their mouths to meet halfway.

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Haven Ambient Dialogue

Seggritt's Assistant

Haven Masterpost

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Merchant Assistant: Seggrit asked—told me that he can’t let the herbs go for anything less than eight. Adan: Fine. We’ll gather our own. Tell Seggrit he better hope he doesn’t need a salve anytime soon.

Merchant Assistant: Here ser. With Seggrit’s compliments, ser. Adan: What’s the catch this time? Merchant Assistant: No catch, ser. Said he wanted to help the Inquisition. Plus I think the herbs were going to go off, and nobody wanted to buy them. Think Seggrit wanted people to like him. Adan: (Grunts.) Well, good enough.

Merchant Assistant: Seggrit can get that for you, ser.

Adan: If Seggrit can get what I need, I’ll pay the bastard myself.

Adan: I’ll go as high as six, but only if they’re fresh.

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Merchant Assistant: Seggrit said the blankets weren’t worth selling. He’s giving them to the Inquisition for free. Threnn: How kind of him. Merchant Assistant: That, and he said people who freeze to death don’t spend much coin. Threnn: Well, he’s not wrong.

Merchant Assistant: We can get that for you right away, ser. But I thought an army would want weapons more than beans. Threnn: We can’t eat a sword, boy. Beans, that’s what we need. Beans and bread and I can keep everyone here fat and happy for as long as it takes.

Merchant Assistant: Seggrit will see what he can do.

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Merchant Assistant: If you’re not using them later, Seggrit is willing to pay. Minaeve: I don’t feel comfortable letting parts from demons be available for sale. Merchant Assistant: To be honest, I’m not sure who would buy them.

Merchant Assistant: Seggrit says it will cost at least ten. Minaeve: Fine. Merchant Assistant: Not sure why you would want to pay out of your own pocket for books, Enchanter. Minaeve: I’m not an enchanter… and too many books get lost. Knowledge gets lost forever. Fire, war and religion. All of them are bad for books.

Merchant Assistant: Seggritt should have that for you soon.

Minaeve: Tell Seggritt I’ve received permission to sell him a few things.

[lusifernocturne]

The Grim Kraken

Located near the dock, it has three stories plus a basement used for storage. The top floor is off limits to guest as the innkeepers and their family live there. The bottom floor has a large tavern, a communal room with 12 beds(renting a bed and chest in the room is 5cp), and 6 small single rooms(8cp). The middle floor has 8 rooms with two single beds(2sp), 5 rooms with a double bed(5sp), and 3 rooms with two double beds(8sp).

Innkeeper: Sirus and Passion(Tiefling couple), with their kids Art(17 year old boy), Wit(14 year old girl), Naza(11 year old girl), Mavzer(5 year old boy), and Dexez(8 year old Leonin who was left on their door step as a baby).

Menu (or average price of a room/meal): Roasted Oxen and Dried Watercress with a tankard of ale (7 cp),  Goat and Quail Egg Omelets, served with lingonberrys(4sp), Roasted hazelnuts and fresh apples with a strip of bear jerky and a wedge of ripe cheese(10sp), Celebratory Goat Stew with assorted fruits, nuts, and cheeses(10cp), Spicy Jambalaya with crispy eel skin strips on top(8sp), Bread pudding with extra sharp dire goat cheese, comes with a side of grilled onions and carrots(10sp), meatloaf with garlic bread and potato edges(9cp), Shrimp Salad(8cp), Salmon Burgers with lettuce/spinach, tomato, and red onion with a side of fries(6sp), Seafood Gumbo, rice, corn bread, and fried okra(9sp), Clam Chowder, bread, and side salad(4sp), Fish and chips(8cp), baked or grilled fish with apple walnut slaw(2sp), pancakes with bacon/sausage, 2 eggs cooked to your taste, and mixed fruit(3sp), Stewed Mutton and grilled cabbage(4cp), Vegetable Stew(3cp), Wheat Porridge(3cp), Stewed Mutton and Soft Cheese(4cp), tankard of Mead(2cp), tankard of Ale(2cp), tankard of Rum(5cp-10sp depending on quality), tankard of local fruit wine(10cp-12sp), tankard of beer(2cp), and the special brew menu made by Passion.

Rumors: Ruins in the woods, imports, items of interest, and local jobs.

Passion's special brew menu:

Tarnation - A strong spiced cider served warm and traditionally drank as quickly as possible after a boisterous cheer or a lewd drinking song. Enchantmented with the effect of the consumer belching a small flame right after ingesting.(20gp)

The Sweet Roll - flavors of cinnamon and sugar blend with the strong scent of rum. The drinker gains an additional 1d4 to any pickpocket attempts for the next hour.(15gp)

The Chromatic - 5 different shots, one for each color of the different dragons. One is black and syrupy, one blue and gives a tingly feeling, one is on fire, one is green and tastes a bit minty, the last is white and frosts the closest things. They are mixed together and separate in the cup making a very nice presentation.(30gp)

Ginger Ale - Wait, this doesn’t taste like ginger at all... An ale that turns your hair ginger, effect lasts for 1d6 days.(10gp)

For Phoenix’s Sake - a local sake or rice wine, popular with priests.(20sp)

[rabbitcruiser]

National Homemade Soup Day

When the cold winter winds are blowing and snow is rapidly falling, nothing takes the chill away like a bowl of homemade soup! It might seem that making a pot of simmering heaven would require a person to be highly skilled in the kitchen and have a great deal of extra time. But this couldn’t be farther from the truth!

If making homemade soup has always seemed like an intimidating task, just know that it doesn’t have to be. Plus, it’s a great way to feed a large group of people without a lot of fuss. With some clever short cuts and easy, beginner-friendly recipes (happily found all over the internet), it’s entirely feasible to impress family and friends alike with a wonderful creation to celebrate National Homemade Soup Day!

History of National Homemade Soup Day

Soup has been warming the stomachs of the masses for nearly 9000 years, so it’s about time there was a day devoted to it!

One of the smartest choices of the creators of National Homemade Soup Day is that they put it right smack-dab in the middle of winter (at least for people in many places). Since February can be one of the coldest and darkest months of the year, it’s the perfect time to try a hand at creating the perfect homemade soup.

But for people who live in a place where the day doesn’t fall in winter–don’t despair! Homemade cold soups are a tasty option for those celebrating in a warmer climate. Whether with a Gazpacho (cold tomato soup) or cucumber soup, this day can be enjoyed–cold or hot–in any part of the world!

How to Celebrate National Homemade Soup Day

While this day does not discriminate between flavors of soup, it does offer an occasion to celebrate. So it’s time to do more than just open that can of boring, bland, soup! This is a day that is all about celebrating a fresh, healthy pot of homemade soup!

Consider a few different ways to make National Homemade Soup Day a little more special:

Try a New Recipe

Celebrating soup sounds simple – just pour a bowl and start eating, right? Well, that is part of it but not all of it. If you are new to creating culinary masterpieces you can use this day as a motivation to try something different. Make some chicken soup, or tomato, or maybe something more adventurous. That is what today is all about, so experiment and try something new.

Invite Friends and Family to Join In

Already a kitchen wizard? Use this special day to gather up some friends and have a tasting of several different homemade soups.

Or have each person bring one ingredient that can be added into the pot! While waiting for the soup to simmer, read out loud a version of the favorite children’s book, Stone Soup.

Better yet have a cook off! Each friend shows up with their own homemade masterpiece and have a lively night of fun to see whose soup is crowned the winner. The great news is that, really, everyone wins because they get to enjoy all of the deliciousness and comfort that homemade soup has to offer.

Recreate a Copycat Recipe

Sometimes a favorite dish at a restaurant turns out even better when making it at home! Many recipes for famous soups from restaurant chains are now available online to be recreated in a person’s own.

Try making these yummy copycat soup recipes that can be easily found online:

Zuppa Toscana by Olive Garden. Famous for its pairing with soft breadsticks, this twist on an Italian favorite is packed with yummy goodness. A chicken stock base with sausage, kale, and red pepper flakes provide a zesty array of flavors.

Loaded Baked Potato Soup by O’Charley’s. Packed with flavor (and also quite a few carbs!) this soup is sure to please with its cheesy potato base and bacon garnish. Like most soups, this one is tasty when served with buttery bread rolls.

Cullen Skink from Ubiquitous Chip. This soup is named after Cullen, a small fishing town in the northeast of Scotland. One of Glasgow’s favorite restaurants, Ubiquitous Chip, features this comforting treat made from smoked haddock, potato, onion, and spices.

Read a Chicken Soup for the Soul Book

Since homemade soup takes a little bit of time to simmer on the stove, it’s great to have something to do while waiting. So what could be better than reading some short stories from the famous Chicken Soup for the Soul anthologies?!

The books were compiled by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen, but the stories themselves were written by people all over the world. Some authors are famous while others are simply average people with extraordinary or entertaining stories to share that bring comfort to the soul.

Source

[edgewaterfarmcsa]

CSA WEEK 16

P i c k l i s t

watermelon - cherry tomatoes - field tomatoes - lunch box peppers - onion -

corn - potatoes - basil - carmen pep

THIS WEEK AT EDGEWATER…

SO MANY FALL FEELS! This weekend's equinox totally hit like a ton of bricks.  As the light levels change, I find myself already reaching and hoping for every bit of sun to shine on us, our fields, etc… It is hard to experience a change of seasons as we moved right over Summer, experienced an eternal Spring, and now suddenly Fall is here with its demand that we put on at least one to two layers of woolies during morning harvest, spark our ovens nightly for tomato/pepper roasting, 

and consider which pumpkin reaches Martha Sterwart stoop status, as we move them out of bins and clean them up to sell.  These are all good things, BUT after a summer that was sun deficient, I am certainly not ready.  

However it is not all doom and gloom at Edgewater, I am but one salty farmer in a village of many!  Pooh seems particularly tickled about Fall’s entrance; he spends his days seeding cover-crop and jonesin for the nightly potato harvest. 

Yes! The great potato harvest has begun! And compared to last year’s crop- think back to last summer’s drought and 0 irrigation on the potato field due to debatably poor planning, but also, who knew we were gonna have an intense drought?!?!?- this crop looks baller.  Every variety is coming through with pretty decent yields.  Nightly, Pooh and Mike venture down the road well after morning pick and afternoon deliveries.  Mike drives the tractor with a gigantic potato harvester attached to it and Pooh drives the other tractor with a massive potato wagon to collect said spud.  They ride side by side - it is indeed darling as they both have a tendency to be real lone wolves.  Mike's potato harvester pulls the tots from the earth, moving each potato through the machine like Miss Pac Man through the maze (sans ghost).  The potato makes its way to the top of the harvester, goes through the hopper and lands in Pooh’s wagon- a real “he shoots he scores” moment for all.  Each morning after harvest, field crew then heads to the field, scoop’n up all the little spuds that did not make the hopper.  Those potatoes- those perfect tiny round little bits- that is what is in your CSA this week.

In other perfect carby news, we are NOW taking Fall CSA bread share sign ups on the internet- woop woop! Honestly, I can not think of anything better to compliment a CSA veg pick up on a cold Wednesday night than a fresh loaf.  

Here are the deets:

Made by our in house baked good masters, Laura and Kathleen

$46 for 5 weeks/ pick up in conjunction with FALL CSA/ Space is limited.

FARMY FOODIE PRO-TIPS:

ROAST YOUR TOMATOES, ALL OF THEM… 

Please see CSA WEEK 14 on the blog to jog your roasting/saucing making memories on how to!

Serves 2 

JENNY’S NOTE: highly recommended making way more of the shakshuka tomato sauce and canning or freezing for deep winter brunch.  All your friends will be so impressed :)

For the tahini 

1 cup tahini paste

2 tsp fresh lemon juice, plus more to taste

1 garlic clove, grated 

1 tsp kosher salt, plus more to taste

½ cup ice water, plus more if needed 

To make the tahini: In a medium bowl, whisk together the tahini paste, lemon juice, garlic, salt, and ice water. It will reach a weird, lumpy consistency, but don’t be afraid. Keep whisking until it smooths out and becomes light in color (if it doesn’t, it needs more ice water, so just add a bit more). Tahini sauce with the perfect consistency will drip through the tines of a fork, but just barely. Taste for seasoning, adding more lemon juice or salt if desired. Store in a jar in the refrigerator for up to one week. If the tahini gets too thick while in the fridge, just loosen it up with a little water before using.

For the shakshuka

2 tbsp extra virgin olive oil, plus more for drizzling 

1 small yellow onion, finely chopped

1 red pepper, finely chopped

Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper

3 garlic cloves, finely chopped

1 tsp ground cumin 

1 tsp curry powder (optional)

½ tsp ground turmeric

1 tbsp harissa, store-bought 

6 medium tomatoes, finely chopped

Pinch of sugar

4 large eggs 

Fresh dill or parsley, for garnish

Challah, pita, or other soft white bread, for serving

In a large skillet with a fitted lid, heat 2 tablespoons olive oil over medium-high heat. Add the onion and pepper, and season well with salt and black pepper. Cook until the onion just begins to lightly brown, 6 to 8 minutes, then add the garlic, cumin, curry powder (if using), turmeric, and harissa. Sauté until fragrant and the onion is lightly browned, 1 to 2 minutes. Stir in the tomatoes and season with the sugar and a pinch each of salt and black pepper. Cover the pan and simmer over low heat until the sauce has thickened slightly, about 20 minutes. Uncover the pan, raise the heat to medium-high, and continue simmering, stirring occasionally, until the sauce is thick enough to cling to the eggs, 10 to 15 minutes. 

Use a large spoon to make four wells in the sauce. Crack an egg into each well, cover the pan with the lid, and cook over medium-high heat until the whites are set but the yolks are still runny, about 3 minutes. 

Remove the pan from the heat. Garnish with fresh dill or parsley and drizzle with olive oil and garlicky tahini. Serve hot with bread.

Crispy Roasted Potatoes with Garlic and Herbs – these are just classic. Once you figure out how easy this method is, it’s hard to make roasted potatoes any other way. You can totally omit the herbs and toss these potatoes in spices like, paprika, turmeric, curry powder….whatever flavor combinations you love. The key here is making sure you pre-heat the oven and space out your potatoes on the sheet tray so they have the ability to really crisp up and get golden and crunchy. 

2 lbs New Potatoes

1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil

1 head garlic, crushed cloves

5 fresh thyme sprigs- can substitute with dried

3 rosemary sprigs- can substitute with dried

Or your sage from last week’s csa!

lots of Kosher salt and cracked black pepper to season

Bring a large pot of salted water to boil and add in the potatoes. Boil for 10-15 minutes until a knife runs through the potato easily. Strain and let air dry for 5 minutes.

Pre-heat the oven for 425 degrees F. Place the potatoes on a sheet tray and using the bottom of a cup or the heel of your hand press down on each potato. Make sure they aren’t touching. Season well with salt and black pepper. Sprinkle over fresh thyme, rosemary and drizzle over the olive oil.

Tear the leaves and rub them releasing all the aromas. Move the potatoes around on the seasoned oil, being very careful not to bread the potatoes. They are very delicate. When the oven is pre-heated place the seasoned smashed potatoes in the hot oven and let roast for 20-25 minutes until golden. Remove and eat those Crispy Roasted Potatoes with Garlic and Herbs.

[ankurwaresodisha]

Delight Your Employees with Thoughtful Corporate Gifts: Discover Ankur’s Perfect Picks

Introduction

Corporate gifts aren’t just a formality—they’re a powerful tool for showing your employees that their hard work doesn’t go unnoticed. When done thoughtfully, corporate gifts can foster loyalty, enhance morale, and even boost productivity. But how do you strike the right balance between useful and thoughtful? The answer lies in gifting something practical, like Ankur’s range of products that combine function with elegance. In this guide, we’ll walk you through some of Ankur’s best picks for corporate gifting, guaranteed to delight your employees.

Why Choose Ankur for Corporate Gifting?

When it comes to selecting a reliable brand for corporate gifts, Ankur is at the top of the list. Known for its high-quality household and office products, Ankur ensures that your corporate gifts are not only appreciated but also used daily. What’s better than a gift that adds value to someone’s everyday life? From durable casseroles to convenient insulated tiffins, every product is designed to be practical and durable.

Corporate Gifts That Leave an Impact

While a box of chocolates or a bouquet may be appreciated, giving something with lasting value can really make an impact. Gifts that employees can use, like a well-made water bottle or a handy keep fresh container, will serve as a constant reminder of your company’s appreciation.

Ankur’s Corporate Gift Selections

Casserole

A casserole may not be the first thing that comes to mind when you think of corporate gifts, but it’s an incredibly thoughtful option. Employees can use it to store food for family meals or even to bring a homemade dish to the office potluck. With Ankur’s stylish designs, casseroles don’t just serve a function; they also look great in any kitchen.

Insulated Tiffin

The modern professional is always on the go, and that’s where an insulated tiffin comes in handy. These tiffins ensure that meals stay warm and fresh for hours. Whether your employees are bringing lunch from home or picking up something on the way to work, this gift makes their day more convenient.

Water Bottles

Hydration is essential, especially in a busy work environment. Ankur offers stylish, durable water bottles that your employees will love to use both at work and during their daily commutes. A well-crafted water bottle also serves as a subtle reminder of your company’s commitment to their well-being.

Kip Fresh Containers

For employees who like to meal prep or stay organized in their kitchen, kip fresh containers are a practical gift. They keep food fresh for longer and are perfect for packing leftovers or snacks for the office. Plus, they help reduce food waste, making this a sustainable gift choice.

Bread and Bun Containers

No one likes stale bread. Ankur’s bread and bun containers are designed to preserve the freshness of baked goods, ensuring that bread, buns, and pastries stay soft and delicious for days. This is a thoughtful gift for employees who love to bake or simply want to keep their groceries fresh.

Why Thoughtful Gifts Build Employee Loyalty

A thoughtful gift sends a message—it shows that you understand and appreciate your employees on a personal level. When employees receive gifts that they can actually use, they feel a deeper connection to the company. This emotional bond is key to fostering loyalty and maintaining a motivated workforce.

How to Choose the Right Corporate Gift

When choosing a corporate gift, consider your company’s culture and what your employees would truly value. For instance, if your workforce is always on the move, practical items like an insulated tiffin or a water bottle would be ideal. Alternatively, for more home-centered employees, gifts like a casserole or keep fresh containers could hit the mark.

Environmental Impact of Gifting

In today’s world, employees appreciate gifts that are both functional and environmentally friendly. Ankur’s products, like their reusable kip fresh containers and water bottles, contribute to a more sustainable lifestyle. Not only will your employees appreciate the gift, but they’ll also feel good about its environmental impact.

How Corporate Gifts Foster Team Spirit

Corporate gifts aren’t just about giving—they’re about building a culture of appreciation. When employees feel valued, they’re more likely to collaborate, contribute, and stay loyal to the company. Thoughtful gifting can go a long way in fostering team spirit and enhancing workplace culture.

Real-World Examples of Successful Corporate Gifting

Several companies have found success by incorporating corporate gifts into their employee appreciation strategy. From celebrating milestones to recognizing hard work, companies that give thoughtful gifts see a boost in employee satisfaction and loyalty.

Tips for a Seamless Corporate Gifting Process

Planning is key when it comes to corporate gifting. Work with a vendor like Ankur to ensure that gifts are delivered on time and in good condition. This takes the stress out of corporate gifting and allows you to focus on what’s most important—your employees.

Conclusion

Corporate gifting is more than just a kind gesture—it’s a powerful way to build loyalty, show appreciation, and enhance team spirit. By choosing practical, high-quality products from Ankur, you can ensure that your gifts leave a lasting impact on your employees. Whether it’s a casserole or an insulated tiffin. You can purchase their products directly from their website at ankurshop.com.

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Helps build and repair muscles - BUTTERELA Chocolate Peanut Butter

If you love chocolate and peanut butter, then chocolate peanut butter is the perfect treat for you. Imagine the rich taste of chocolate mixed with the creamy goodness of peanut butter. It’s like a dream come true for your taste buds! And the best part? You can get it in a big 1kg jar, so you can enjoy it for a long time.

Why Choose BUTTERELA Chocolate Peanut Butter?

BUTTERELA Chocolate peanut butter 1kg is a versatile spread that can be used in many ways. You can spread it on toast, mix it into smoothies, or even use it as a dip for fruits like apples and bananas. It’s also a great ingredient for baking. Think about chocolate peanut butter cookies or brownies – they sound amazing, don’t they? With a 1kg jar, you’ll have plenty to use in all your favorite recipes.

Health Benefits

Chocolate with peanut butter is known for being a good source of protein. This means it helps build and repair muscles, which is important for everyone, especially if you are active or play sports. It also contains healthy fats that are good for your heart. Chocolate adds a touch of sweetness, and if it’s made with dark chocolate, you get the added benefit of antioxidants, which help protect your body from damage.

Easy to Use

Having a 1kg jar of chocolate peanut butter means you won’t run out quickly. This is great for families or anyone who loves to use it regularly. The jar is easy to open and close, keeping your peanut butter fresh for a long time. You can store it in your pantry, and it doesn’t need to be refrigerated. Just make sure to give it a good stir before using, as natural oils can separate over time.

Fun for Kids and Adults

Peanut butter and chocolate is a hit with kids and adults alike. Kids love the sweet, chocolatey taste, and parents love that it’s a healthier option than many other sugary spreads. You can make fun snacks for your kids by spreading chocolate peanut butter on celery sticks or making a chocolate peanut butter and banana sandwich. It’s a simple way to make snacks more exciting and nutritious.

Perfect for Gifting

A 1kg jar of peanut butter chocolate also makes a great gift. Whether it’s for a birthday, holiday, or just because, it’s a gift that’s sure to be appreciated. You can pair it with some fresh bread, a few apples, or even a cookbook with peanut butter recipes for a thoughtful and delicious present.

Affordable and Convenient

Buying a chocolate peanut butter 1kg is cost-effective. You get more for your money compared to smaller jars, and it lasts longer, which means fewer trips to the store. Plus, it’s always nice to have a big jar on hand so you can enjoy it whenever you want.

Conclusion

Chocolate peanut butter is a delicious and versatile treat that combines the best of both worlds: the rich taste of chocolate and the creamy goodness of peanut butter. Whether you spread it on toast, mix it into your favorite recipes, or enjoy it straight from the jar, it’s sure to be a hit with everyone. With its health benefits, ease of use, and affordability, a 1kg jar of chocolate peanut butter is a great addition to any kitchen. So, why not give it a try and enjoy the delightful combination of chocolate and peanut butter today?