#the love and smell of cookies blended in the air

[mintys-playarea]

RUGGIE B. W A DUNCE! PLAYING! LOVER!

You had no idea how you were able to get a man such as him to fall in love with you. He was clever, sweet, a great cook, and an absolute cutie... Ruggie was yours and you were his!

You had many flaws. You weren't very smart, you had tendencies to mess with people... The list could go on. Yet he still loved you.

It was a cool, autumn day. Warm colored leaves fell from trees, leaving the courtyard a blend of reds, browns and oranges. There were plenty students walking and talking happily along with one another, the smell of pumpkin spice wafting in the air. Though you were relatively uninterested before... A particular student has caught your eyes. It was none other than the Azul Ashengrotto walking around, promoting his most recent sale for the Mostro Lounge... This was the perfect opportunity.

The leaves crunched beneath your shoes as you tapped his leg, your icy cold hands sneaking up his pant leg and touching his warm calf. He shivered with a loud yelp, immediately turning around to find no one there. You were hiding behind a nearby tree. You weren't hidden well of course, but Azul couldn't see you. He shook his head, sighing and brushing it off as the wind. As he continued to promote the sale, you snuck up on him again. You tapped his leg the same way as before, except... You weren't fast enough this time. He kicked you and hoisted you up with stern eyes.

"Do you understand how disrespectful you are?!" Azul screeched. He clearly disliked getting his legs touched like that.

You sputtered trying to come up with an excuse, panicking as you see the Leech twins starting to come into view. You squirmed as Azul held still and started walking.

"Excuse me boys, but may you help hand out flyers for me as i return this rascal to their owner? They were very disrupting to me, we wouldn't want that happening with to another," Azul had a slight pout as he continued walking. He muttered something to himself quietly before going into the Savannaclaw mirror.

Leona sighed as he saw Azul waltz up to him. "And how am i responsible for the herbivore??" He said with a tired look.

"Well, aren't they always over here? I'd assume it's because they have something with you?" Azul responded, almost annoyed with the fact he had to speak with Leona.

"No... You'd have to find Ruggie. He's— Right here," Leona groaned before returning to his room.

"Oh, hey there Az! Whatcha doin' here? And why do ya got lovebug there?" Ruggie commented on you being carried by Azul like a critter he finds dirty.

"I found.. er.. Lovebug messing with me during my promotion for the new Mostro Lounge sale... So you're the one taking care of.. this thing?"

"Aye, they're person, you know! Not just a 'thing.' But yes, i am in charge of taking care of Lovebug."

"I'll just hand them over already... You should really keep a watch on them. They're probably going to cause a big problem if you dont." Azul shook his head before leaving Savannaclaw finally.

"So... Lovebug, what was that about?"

You pulled out a to-go box of fresh food. Food you stole from Azul. A goofy smile spread across your face.

"Ahh... I see! I've trained you well... You deserve a treat for that!" Ruggie smiled along with you, bringing you into the kitchen.

"I know ya may not be tha brightest sometimes, but you're a sneaky lil' thang fo'sho! Here, ya wanna help bake some cookies to go with that meal?"

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TAGS!!: @cheezy-moon

A little note on how the tagging system works:

If I know you like a character and I end up writing for it, I'll tag you in it (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Also, I have no clue what to put for name replacements so... I'll just do pet names! :D also I wanted to keep this in second person, but I kept it gn when I had to use the pronouns (*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀*⁠)

I also forgot how the mirrors work (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) and I gave ruggie a special way of talking! I like writing him speak like that :3

[cherry-pop-elf]

What their Amortentia would smell like: Weasley Edition

All you did was something so harmless. You entered the WWW shop, and explored. Found yourself by the love potions, uncorked it for shits and giggles, and the smell sends you down a rabbit hole

Writing Commissions Open

William ‘Bill’

The beach. You smell the beach. The warm sand, the cool salt air, and the distant wind of beach flowers. It’s so warm, and inviting. The more you inhale, you smell something else. Marble. You smell cold stone, as if you were in Gringotts. A cooling scent to keep you grounded. A giggle leaves you, as you knew you smelled wet dog in there. You were going to keep that last detail to yourself. But, it did solidify something. He did smell like wet dog after his showers. You damn well knew it. Your Billy Boy.

Charlie

A smack to the face it was. This intense campfire. Very specifically a camp fire. Not a wood stove, not a fire place. It was a campfire. With those blends of nature, and burning of dried leaves. The smell of a campfire in the dead of night. When your eyes stopped watering from the smoke stench, you could smell something else. It’s almost like berries. Wild berries. A sweet, almost tart, against all that fire. Along with leather. Oh the leather clings to your throat. It stays with you, and hangs. That’s your Charlie alright.

Percy

Parchment. Parchment, and books. A rather bland scent. You swore you could even smell a freshly corked ink bottle as well. Amongst the paper, you smelled something else. Earth. You smelled earth. Specifically earth that had been freshly rained on. It’s such a soothing scent. Despite its blandness, it was comforting. It’s very familiar, and soothing. Just because it was simple, did not mean it was boring. It was his scent after all. It’s a simplistic, homey, scent. Simple, but never boring. Oh Percy. Your sweet little Percy.

Fred

Grape. That surprised you. Yes there was the expected. There was the scent of fire, gun powder, everything that defined a fire work. Yet, grape was a surprise. Grape, and tea. Specifically grape tea. There was also this distant taste of night air on the back of your tongue. As if you were enjoying a cup of cold grape tea, during a rainy night time sit on the porch. It was an almost mature scent. Fred? Mature? You were speechless. Yet, you couldn’t deny it. It’s him. It’s him to the smallest accent. Your Freddie.

George

Oranges. Oranges, and freshly made pastries. Yes, there was that familiar fire work scent, but you also smelled oranges. As if someone made orange cupcakes, and served it with an overly sugary coffee. It very much was a scent of someone waking up early in the morning. Fixing a cup of sugary coffee, with some freshly peeled oranges, while enjoying a freshly baked cookie. It’s so warm, and cozy. As if entering a kitchen, after the Fourth of July party. It’s so homey. Yep, that’s your Georgie.

Ron

Very fresh, funny enough. Like cut grass, and fresh laundry. It’s just a very homey scent. Like you were home sick, and you finally got to walk in through the front door again. It’s such a soft embrace. Like being hugged, after a rough day. You swear you even smell wool. Like of an old sweater, that’s been loved to death. Very musky, but in a good way. Like someone’s been working hard on a garden all day, and came inside to cool off. It’s such a warm scent. It makes you smile, and feel almost refreshed in a way. It was just right. It was home. Ron was your home, and he can make your day turn out for the better. Even if it’s just a few words. Your Ronnie.

Ginny

Wind. That’s the first thing that comes to mind. Just that scent of a windy day, where nature is carried through. The soft scents of floral undertones, mixed with fresh grass. There is also the scent of wood. Specifically freshly cut wood. Like someone had been whittling away, and was working hard on a project. Such earthy undertones, amongst the familiar scent of her favorite perfume. She wasn’t much of a girly girl, but that didn’t mean she hated femininity as a whole. Besides, her brother got it for her. That’s when you smiled. This was a scent of a little sister, that was loved so much, and strong in her independence. Oh that Gin Gin.

[hearts4hughes]

late night treat | luke hughes

(luke hughes x fem! reader)

a/n: thank you for the request anon! i might’ve gotten carried away by describing the cookies (i was hungry while writing this, don’t judge!). side note, working on quinn writings!!!

request: can i please request a writing with luke using the prompts “it’s 2 am?” “i was hungry.” “so you made cookies?”

as the clock strikes 2 am, the stillness of the night envelops your surroundings. the moon casts a soft glow through the curtains, painting gentle shadows on the kitchen floor. you find yourself restless, your stomach rumbling with an undeniable craving. slipping out of bed, you tiptoe into the kitchen, hoping not to wake luke, your loving boyfriend, who peacefully slumbers in the nearby room.

with a hushed determination, you search through the cabinets, seeking out the ingredients that will satisfy your late-night hunger. flour, sugar, chocolate chips—your hands move with a quiet grace, guided by an insatiable appetite. the smell of freshly baked cookies begins to fill the air, a comforting aroma that dances alongside the soft hum of the refrigerator.

just as you're midway through combining the ingredients, the sound of footsteps interrupts the stillness. you turn, caught in the act, and there stands luke, bleary-eyed but curious, his expression a mixture of surprise and amusement.

"it’s 2 am?" he asks, a playful hint of incredulity in his voice.

you chuckle nervously, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. "i was hungry," you reply sheepishly, unable to hide the mischievous glint in your eyes.

a slow smile spreads across luke’s face as he steps closer, drawn in by the irresistible scent that fills the kitchen. "so you made cookies?" he asks, his tone a delicate blend of teasing and admiration.

you nod, feeling a sense of pride for your culinary midnight adventure. "i couldn't resist," you admit, a hint of laughter lacing your words. "besides, who can say no to warm, homemade cookies?"

luke’s gaze softens, his love for you evident in his eyes. he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. "i can never resist you," he whispers, planting a tender kiss on your forehead.

together, you watch the cookies baking in the oven, their golden edges beginning to form. the soft glow of the kitchen fills the room, creating a sanctuary of warmth and comfort. the rhythmic sound of the timer ticking becomes a lullaby, and you find solace in the simplicity of this shared moment.

as the oven dings, you retrieve the tray of freshly baked cookies, their aroma now filling the entire house. you place them on the counter, the warmth radiating from each morsel a testament to your late-night endeavor. luke’s eyes light up with anticipation as you break off a piece, the chocolate melting slightly as you hand it to him.

together, you indulge in the sweet treat, savoring the flavors and the intimacy of the moment. the giggles and whispered conversations fill the kitchen, intertwining with the sweetness of the cookies and the tenderness between you.

as the last crumbs are devoured, you find yourselves entangled in a loving embrace, the late hour forgotten in the magic of your connection. it’s in these small moments, these stolen acts of culinary whimsy, that you realize how lucky you are to have found someone who shares your midnight cravings and embraces your quirks.

with sleepy eyes, you and Luke return to bed, the lingering taste of cookies still on your lips. as you drift off to sleep, a sense of contentment washes over you, knowing that no matter the hour or the craving, you have someone by your side who will join you in the sweetest of adventures.

[johnnycagesrightnut]

You know, how you want someone to write about Jon and witchcraft...so I kinda did that, but first you need to know that 1. english is not my first language, so if it's shit I'm blaming that (I actually think it's pretty okay, but you know, maybe you don't) and 2. I haven't done a deep dive on witchcraft yet, I only know a little bit here and there, so I kind of wrote more about his relationship with witchcraft.

Anyway, here it is, one witchcraft!Jon snippet:

The thing with wirchcraft, that most people didn't know, was, that it wasn't as magical as fiction made it seem. Most of the practices involving witchcraft were more en route with psychology, only with an extra kick to it.

Jon grew up with witchcraft. The memory of his grandmother, merhodically preparing ingridients a comforting one. How she blended herbs and heated oils that smelled strong and earthy, embalmbing candles and her workstation, humming a tune under her breath, that seemed odly familiar, even when Jon heard it for the first time.

His grandmother didn't worship any god or gods, never had the mind or desire for it, but she kept a glass of water and a plate of cookies on the window sill, for the house spirits.

Jon loved to sit with her when she worked, loved the incense that she lid to ward against negative spirits (the smell fresh and floral with lavender - it took a few years for Jon to discover that he liked the stronger scent of opium much more) loved to watch the candles burn for her spells, loved to hear the crackle of the herbs she coated them in. He loved the simmer pots, the smell of lemons and cinnamon heavy in the air, and loved how his grandmother patiently explained what all the ingridients were used for. It was the only time, where his grandmother didn't mind his many questions, his insistent need to know.

When Jon was eight and Mr.Spider an ever looming threat behind doors and in his nightmares, she gave him a tarot deck for christmas. It was a battered old thing, well used and well loved and when she told him that it had been his fathers, Jon hugged it to his chest, as if afraid that she would take it back again. It became his most priced possession.

When she died (right after Jon left for college, as if she waited for him to finally stand on his own feet, so she could go) he packed all of it away and shoved it into a storage room, angry tears swimming in his eyes, making the world wobbly and hazy, his heart heavy with grief. What good was witchcraft, when the people you love leave you anyway?

(He kept the tarot deck, of course, he couldn't bear to be parted with it)

And so it went for a few years, Jon lived his life, pretended not to miss the scent of herbs and fire, but kept a glass of water on his window sill and layed tarot, sometimes with questions, sometimes for fun. He did read his grandmothers grimoire sometimes, stroking his thumb over her small and neat handwriting, but he didn't lit incense, didn't prepare herbs like he watched her do so often. He didn't do any spells and pretended it didn't hurt, pretended that nothing in him longed for it. He pretended he was fine. Funny, how he, even with this much practice, had never really been good at that.

When Jon walked down the stairs to the Archives for the first time, he stopped, his hand nervously drumming against the tarot deck in his pocket. The Magnus Insitute never had the best vibes, so to speak, but the Archives practically hummed with...something. Something malicious, something that left the taste of ash and rot in his mouth, the air clogged with the scent of old paper.

Jon shook his head, willing himself to ignore it and fully stepped into his new workplace. But he did lit some incense after the others were gone, the heavy smell as comforting and strong as he remembered.

(He pretended that it was fine that the first tarot card he turned was the tower - everytime he asked his tarot deck anything)

Years later, after worms, strangers, betrayal and hurt it was Jon's tarot deck that burned first, the explosion so loud and deep that Jon could feel it in his bones. Jon died with the taste of ash in his mouth.

The taste was still there, when he woke up again and only left him, when he read the rotten monologue of a man that had played with his life like it was his right.

When he blinked at the sky (the new sky in the new world, oh god what had he done-) and it blinked back, Jon collapsed laughing and crying, wishing with everything he had, that witchcraft was as magical as some people thought.

But witchcraft couldn't help him now. Nothing could.

OH MY GOD?????? IM OBSESSED WITH THIS I MEAN OBSESSED THIS IS GORGEOUS THANK YOU SO MUCH IM SCREAKING I LOVE IT

[anya-ackerman]

Today I’ve been making bread and baking and decorating a cake and wearing a cute white summer dress and so now have my headcanons about being Levi’s cute little cottagecore housewife

🌻 Levi loves when you bake. Not only does the house smell amazing, either with that scent of freshly made bread or delicious cookies or cakes, but it also means a lovely dessert that night as well. Pies, cookies, cakes, cupcakes, breads and pastries…you can do it all!

🌻 And more often than not they’re a gift you’ll give folks who are new to your neighborhood or you’ll swing by the Corps base to give treats to some of the newer cadets Levi is helping to train. Some of them you bring by are for specific people: a strawberry shortcake slice for Petra, a blueberry pie for Hange to share with Moblit and Nifa, some shortbread cookies for Nanaba and Miche, or maybe a nice brioche for Erwin. And of course, a special treat for your husband as well, his favorite chocolate cake to have with his tea~

🌻 Levi doesn’t mind you doing all the chores and cleaning around the house because you’re the only person who can keep cleanliness to a level he can stand. Maybe even more so. Clothing and linens are always nicely steamed and pressed, ironed fresh from the laundry and set back neatly. You manage at least one day to deep clean one part of the house while doing daily maintenance on the rest so it doesn’t get overwhelming ever. Silver is polished, the floors are freshly swept and mopped, rooms are dusted and windows are opened to let fresh air move through the house.

🌻 Picking fresh vegetables from your garden and fruits from your orchard. Making dinners with fresh ingredients picked that morning. Or making desserts and pies with fruit picked that afternoon. You even set up a little stall in the market to sell a lot of the over abundance you can’t store. It helps make a little extra money for you both to tuck away if the need be.

🌻 If you have animals as well, getting fresh milk and eggs on the daily. Making your own cheeses and butter. Sitting in the grass out behind your house and watching your small Jersey cow grazing with the goats and sheep and your chickens and ducks putter about, searching for grubs to snack on.

🌻 Of course, you also grow various tea plants. You got very good at creating your own tea blends for your husband, trying different flavors and ingredients together. Sometimes you label the blend something to do with an inside joke between you two. You always bring him a nice tea blend with your baked goods when you visit him when he can’t get away from the base.

🌻 Also having a flower garden where you bring in fresh cut flowers. You make gorgeous bouquets and place them all about your home. In the bedroom, as centerpieces on the dining table, in the bathroom, Levi’s office…they’ve even managed to find a home in Hange’s lab! Though that was more Moblit’s doing, as he asked you for a bouquet to help brighten up Hange’s space.

🌻 And with flowers comes bees and, of course, honey! Making lots of honey to sell at your market stand. Plus, using the wax to make candles or skin care products. Plus the preserves, chutneys and jams you make from the edible flowers in your garden or the fruits from your orchard. Erwin himself has a soft spot for your peach and lilac jams that you make every year and will “pester” Levi every spring to see if you’ve made a new batch.

🌻 Being skilled in sewing so you help fix up Levi’s uniform from time to time or anything else that ends up getting worn. Coming from the Underground, where he didn’t have a lot, Levi is meticulous about his appearance while also wanting to make things last as long as they can. You’re a brilliant seamstress, sometimes dabbling in making your own dresses which you show off to Levi. And when children arrive, that means sewing baby clothes and toy dolls! Not even to mention knitting or crocheting sweaters and blankets!

🌻 Levi being gently woken up to you kissing his face gently. You always wake up first so you can make sure to make him some breakfast before he goes back to the base. Sometimes he’ll tease you and pull you into bed with him, nuzzling your hair and kissing your neck gently. You giggle and smack his shoulder playfully, telling him to get up and as he watches you head out of the bedroom back to the kitchen he seriously wonders what he did and when to deserve you.

🌻 And when Levi comes home? Especially from an expedition where he’s been away for at least a month? He always spots you in the crowd greeting the returning scouts, smiling and waving to him. He goes over to you, scooping you into his arms and holding you tightly. He’ll kiss you gently, holding you close and let you place a flower crown on his head.

🌻 It’s moments like that where he doesn’t care who sees him or if they’re doing too much PDA that would normally embarrass him. All he cares about in that moment is being home, having you in his arms again. You’re safe and your safety is worth all the sacrifices made.

🌻 And when that bump in your belly starts to show more, when it becomes more obvious that you’re with child, with his child, Levi can’t help coming up behind you while you make dinner and wrapping his arms around you. He places his hands on your growing stomach and kisses your neck as you two discuss names for your baby.

🌻 Levi knows that the world outside the Walls is hell. And Levi’s life has been nothing short of a hell itself that would have broken a lesser man. But seeing your smile, watching you peacefully putter about the house and tease him about potential names for your child, Levi smiles gently and knows that he’d do everything in his life the same if it meant getting to have this peace with you.

[daddestboyhalo]

Bad puts the finishing touches on Asha's new propeller hat and hums happily to themself. It's darker than Trumpet's - his are almost pastel, whereas hers are almost earth-toned, and, of course, she has a wide, green bill. Siblings, but not identical.

He flicks the propeller, then puts his fist into the hat and flicks it again, just to make sure it'll be able to spin on her head.

Perfect.

He and Asha don't typically interact unless she needs something, so they'll typically go a few days at a time without seeing each other. Bad finds himself hoping that she's in her house so he can say hi - but he knows that that's also rare. She loves to explore, keeping carefully to patches of daylight.

Maybe, if nobody else needs him, he'll sit in the house and wait for her! He should bring something else. He should bring a hot meal. She likes warm food.

When he finally warps out of the house, he's got cookies and stew in tow.

He steps out of all the purple particles, still humming ("Skeppy, Skeppy-Skeppy...") and looks up at Asha's house. The door's open. She's probably out...then...

Bad stops in the doorway, staring down blankly at the floor. There's blood. A few sparse spatters, stained brown and blending into colored tile, but he can sense it, can smell Asha's life-stuff in little, stale wisps.

He steps further in, eyes scanning the ground. There's a few feathers scattered on the floor, floating lightly as his steps disturb the air in the room. Claw marks, dragging from deeper gouges to shallower scrapes across the ground.

The deepest ones are angled toward the bell in the corner.

...

Nine feet of reaper unfolds itself from the doorway again, the grass withering beneath its footsteps.

[twstinginthewind]

Trey & Joker: ❝ every morning i want to wake up hearing your voice, seeing your smile. ❞

Just off of the main street of a lovely Queendom of Roses town, nestled in between a dressmaker and a bookshop, sits the Clover Patisserie. Its large, brightly-lit front windows and cheerful green awnings are a familiar sight to the many fans of their popular baked goods, and the air around the shop always smells sweet and inviting. Tucked above the bakery proper, accessible via a narrow staircase from the back, is a small, tidy apartment, warm and fragrant from the ovens downstairs. This is where the Clover family’s eldest son, Trey, has made himself a home.

Since his graduation, Trey had lived in the little apartment. It was a quiet little haven for him away from the prying questions and eyes of his younger siblings; a place where he could work on perfecting his cooking, where he could read and relax, and where he could entertain guests. Specifically, a place where he could spend time with his girlfriend, Joker.

One of these times was on a grey, rain-streaked late autumn afternoon. Trey had worked an early shift at the bakery, and he and Joker were curled up together on the shabby second-hand couch. They nestled under a quilt he’d owned since he was six, and listened to the rain falling against the windows as they flipped through the Silliams-Wonoma holiday catalog together.

“Look at this,” Joker giggled, running her finger down the glossy page. “A hot and cold multi-speed blender, in ‘red velvet’ finish, four-thousand thaumarks. A full-service, stainless steel coffee maker with built-in milk steamer and bean grinder… five thousand. Full set of enameled cast iron dutch ovens, with an exclusive rose motif.” Her fingertip caressed the photo, longingly. “Oh, those are lovely, honestly. But everything’s so expensive!”

“That’s just how the good stuff is,” Trey sighed. “It’ll last you forever, if you treat it right. But it’ll cost you an arm, both legs, and a kidney.” He turned the page, gazing wistfully at the tabletop pizza oven and limited edition engraved cookie jars. “Doesn’t stop me from wanting half the catalog.”

“Yeah.” Joker snuggled closer to him. “Same here. I mean, I know our families could probably swing some of these, but it feels like so much of it is out of reach.” She shifted her gaze to meet his eyes and pouted. “I hate being on a budget. I got spoiled, working with pro-grade stuff, you know? Now that I know what these things cost, I’m feeling shell shocked.”

Trey looked around the apartment. It was clean and cozy, but it was very obviously the home of a young single person, just starting out. He tightened his arm around Joker’s shoulders, and chuckled. “We should just get married. Set it for the end of the year, put everything we want from this on the registry. Let everyone else pay for it for us.”

Joker laughed. “Yeah, maybe we….” Her voice faded out, and her ears went red. “Wait. Trey?”

“Hm?”

She pulled the quilt closer to her chest as the blush spread across her face. “Are you being serious?”

Trey smirked. “Come on, Joker. What do you think?”

“I don’t know what I think. That’s why I’m asking.”

He ruffled her hair, laughing. “I’m mostly kidding. It’s not a viable plan to get our kitchen stocked up with top-of-the-line things.”

Joker sighed. “Ah.” She tried not to look disappointed.

Trey tilted his head, his expression softening. “Jo?”

“I’m okay, Trey. It just was a bit….” She shrugged, and tried to smile. “A bit too serious a topic for a joke.”

“I didn’t say it to upset you. I’m sorry.” He slid over on the couch, and stood up. “But you’re a little frazzled. Let me make you some tea, to help calm your nerves.”

Joker nodded, smoothing out the quilt over her lap. “That’d be great. Do you have any of the rose-mint blend left?”

“I think so. I’ll go look.” He walked into the kitchen, humming under his breath. Joker heard him switch the kettle on and open a cabinet as she reached for the catalog again. She opened back to the page they left off, and chuckled quietly at the twenty-thaumark pack of decorated marshmallows. Mugs quietly clinked together in the background as she turned the page, and she saw a hand-written note beneath a photo of hideously expensive crystal-accented napkin rings.

“That’s Trey’s handwriting,” she muttered. “But ‘wrong sort’? What does he mean by that?” She pursed her lips. “Is he really considering buying napkin rings?”

“They could class up the place,” Trey joked, walking back from the kitchen with a small tray in his hands. He placed it on the table carefully. Joker breathed in; the smell of the tea was lovely. She looked at the tray. Two mugs, a tiny plate of shortbread cookies, and a small box.

“Heard me, huh?” Joker reached for one of the mugs; the red one with the little chip in the rim that she always used here. “Did you put sugar in?”

“Two cubes, as usual, and yes. Obviously.” He sat down on the couch next to her, perched at the edge of the cushion, and gave her a wry smile. “I have to make sure to get the perfect napkin rings, don’t I?”

Joker blinked at him, blankly, and sipped her tea. “I guess?”

Trey sighed. “I’m kidding, of course.” He picked up the little box, tossing it between his hands. “But, it does help to have some things be perfect. And there are some things I was considering, you know? Life here is pretty good, but it could be better. It could be almost perfect. And I know I joke around a lot about what I want, but I want you to know that right now, I’m not kidding.”

Joker lowered the mug back to the tray. “What do you mean?”

“It’s not napkin rings that I want.” Trey adjusted his glasses. “The things I want, they’re not in some fancy catalog. I want something more important. Like, every morning, I want to wake up hearing your voice, seeing your smile. Every night, I want to kiss you after brushing our teeth, and then turn out the lights. I want to spend the rest of our days together, Joker.”

She caught her breath as he lowered himself from the cushion, onto one knee on the floor. “You’re really not kidding?”

“I’m one hundred percent not kidding.” Trey’s eyes shone warmly up at her, and he opened the box. Inside was a simple, modest ring; three bright round emeralds shone above a silver band. “What do you say? Jo, will you be my wife?”

She couldn’t even form the words; she just nodded and threw herself into his arms, trying to bite back happy tears. She knocked him back onto the floor, and the two of them laughed and laughed, lying on the threadbare rug.

Once they regained their composure, Trey gently took Joker’s hand, and slipped the ring onto her finger. “I guess I did pretty good, huh?”

“You really did, Trey.” Joker looked at him, eyes shining. “No kidding.”

[legacytaught-archived]

fill   this   with   what   you   most   associate   with   your   muse   in   each   of   these   (   some   slightly   unusual   )      categories!

spice  :  cayenne,  ginger,  nutmeg  and  paprika.

weather  :  the  tension  before  a  big  storm,  dark  clouds  and  that  smell  of  rain  in  the  air.

primary  colour  :  teal.

colour  of  the  sky  :  the  blend  of  colours  at  twilight  from  the  mixture  of  the  light  colours  going  into  dark.

animal - crossing  animal  :  alligator.

magical  power  :  adoptive  muscle  memory  ;  the  ability  to  replicate  any  physical  action  after  seeing  it  performed  once.

shoe  :  vans  old  skool  platform.

houseplant  :  sansevieria  trifasciata  hahnii  -  birds  nest  snake  plant.

blade  weapon  :  samurai  sword.

school  subject  :  english  literaure,  world  history,  biology.

social  media  :  instagram  &  tiktok.

makeup  product  :  liquid  eyeliner,  sharp  af  winged  eyeliner  is  their  jam.

candy  :  oat  cookies,  sometimes  with  chocolate  chips  in,  mainly  with  blueberries.

tangible  fear  :  being  caught  in  a  physical / emotional  abusive  situation  again.

shape  :  square  of  a  tournament  mat.

travel  :  rollerskates  or  a  classic  car.

art  style  :  photography.

historical  periods  :  1970s  &  1980s.

mythological  creature  :  dragon.

piece  of  stationary  :  stickers.

three  emoji  combination  :  😝💕🌈.

celestial  body  :  alpha  centauri.

rom  com  archetype  :  the  hopelessly  in  love  with  the  wrong  person.

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[think-pink-southern-belle]

So cute definitely needed to share, have a Beautiful Day!

🍭 ‘Twas one week before Christmas, as we jumped out of our beds, with visions of fragrance dancing in our heads.

🎁 Scents would be blended with love and delight, in hopes that each aroma gift would set hearts alight.

🍎 The children were busy blending recipes from their dreams, with the scent of Candied Cinnamon Apple in their holiday schemes.

🎅🏼 Mama still in her kerchief, and I in my cap, were adjusting our noses after a long winters nap.

🛌 When out in the kitchen arose such chatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

🧁 Away to the Simmer Pot, I flew like a flash, to find the perfect blend, a sweet-smelling stash.

⛄️ The choices we pondered with love and with care, as fragrances danced through the crisp winter air.

🎄 Aspen Pine, Cinnamon Spice, Berry & Bright, a symphony of scents we named Holiday Delight.

🪵 Fireside Vanilla and Winter Woods, a scented adventure eliciting ‘oh-it’s-so-goods’.

🥧 Cranberry Pecan Crumble, so sweet, a holiday fragrance that is truly a treat!

🌺 Hawaiian Holiday swayed with a tropical breeze, Flannel Blanket wrapped us in comforting ease.

❄️ Frosted Pinecone and Winter Frost we called Playing In The Snow, as Limoncello's citrus notes began to gently flow.

❤️ Peppermint Swirl Cookie, a scent so right, Amaretto Cream took it to a new height.

🥧 White Chocolate Mousse sweetened the air, we added Warm Apple Pie for a fragrant affair.

🚘 Once they were wrapped to my fam gave a whistle, and away we all flew like the down of a thistle.

🎁 Delivering gifts of fragrance to friends far and near, wishing a MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, & TO ALL A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

[vegi1]

How to Make Delicious Vegan Fish with Lentil Tofu at Home

Learn how to make delicious and healthy vegan fish at home with this easy recipe. Made with lentil tofu, this fish is gluten-free, soy-free, and packed with protein.

Before I became a vegan, I loved seafood, shrimp, and crab. I even remember I bought a baby shark, and I was happy to eat that shark. I am really sorry for that time because of my lack of knowledge. From the smell of fish, I enjoyed the shrimp. But since I became a vegan, I didn't even look for seafood alternatives because I had accepted the vegan lifestyle. I was very happy with my choice, I wish I had come to this knowledge sooner.

When I searched on vegan sites, I found out that there are fish substitutes that are very simple and healthy. So, I decided to create my own recipe with some changes and put it on my page so that you can use this recipe.

Foods High in Omega 3 for Vegetarians and Vegans

On the path of veganism, I was often asked why you don't eat fish, so where do you get your omega-3 from?

Lentils are a good source of alpha-linolenic acid (ALA), which is an omega-3 fatty acid that the body can convert into other forms of omega-3. Omega-3 fatty acids can help lower blood pressure, reduce inflammation, and protect against heart disease.

I get omega-3 through natural foods that are rich in ALA, include such as:

Chia seeds

Flaxseeds

Walnuts

Hemp seeds

Soybeans

Brussels sprouts

Kale

Spinach

Edamame

Foods High in Omega 3 for Vegetarians and Vegans

Let's go to an attractive vegan fish recipe that is mostly made with red lentil tofu. The color of red lentils is similar to salmon, and it is very delicious. But I made this vegan fish with green lentil tofu, and because I used smoky spices inside this tofu, this recipe is very similar to smoked fish. I am sure anyone trying this vegan fish will love it. I have already taught the tofu lentil recipe; click on the link.

How To Make Vegan Red Lentil Tofu At Home

How to make a tofu lentil dish at home Easy recipe

If you're looking for a healthy and delicious vegan fish recipe, I highly recommend this one. It's perfect for a quick and easy weeknight meal.

Tips and tricks:

Use aromatic vegetables to flavor the tofu. This will give the vegan fish a more authentic flavor. Some good options include onions, garlic, ginger, and herbs like dill, parsley, and cilantro.

One of the main points of making vegan fish is to flavor the tofu, that is, flavor the tofu with fresh and aromatic vegetables. If you use a lot of aromatic spices to flavor the tofu from the beginning, there is no need to marinate it. Just dip the tofu in breadcrumbs and fry it.

You can use any type of tofu you like, but firm or extra-firm tofu will work best for this recipe. Common choices for vegan fish substitutes include tofu and mushroom tempeh.

Shape the tofu into fish-like shapes. This is optional, but it will make the vegan fish look more like the real thing. You can use a knife or a cookie cutter to cut the tofu into fillets or steaks.

If you don't have all of the spices listed, you can use a pre-made vegan fish seasoning blend.

To make the vegan fish even more crispy, you can air fry it instead of frying it in oil.

Coat the tofu in breadcrumbs to make it crispy. This is essential for getting a good texture. You can use regular breadcrumbs or panko breadcrumbs for a crispier result.

Use nori sheets or smoked spices to add a fishy flavor. Nori sheets are a traditional ingredient in sushi, but they can also be used to add a fishy flavor to vegan fish. If you don't have nori sheets, you can use smoked spices instead.

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To make vegan fish, be sure to prepare lentil tofu in advance. You can find a recipe for lentil tofu here"

MARINATING TOFU

In a bowl, combine the following spices: grated onion, grated garlic, lemon juice, nutmeg, salt, pepper, smoked spice, thyme powder, and paprika powder.

In a bowl, combine the following spices: grated onion, grated garlic, lemon juice, nutmeg, salt, pepper, smoked spice, thyme powder, and paprika powder.

Mix the spices together until well combined.

Mix the spices together until well combined.

Pour the spice mixture over the lentil tofu and let it marinate for 1-2 hours.

Pour the spice mixture over the lentil tofu and let it marinate for 1-2 hours.

Put aromatic vegetables such as dill, parsley, and coriander on the fish and close the lid so that the fish is marinated for one to two hours and absorbs the good flavor and aroma. Put aromatic vegetables such as dill, parsley, and coriander on the fish and close the lid so that the fish is marinated for one to two hours and absorbs the good flavor and aroma.

[hfjrecipes]

Vegan Pumpkin Cookies

 Vegan pumpkin cookies, tender and full of flavor. They are ready in just 30 minutes and are so delicious that you will not be able to stop eating. This recipe is the best vegan pumpkin cookie recipe I've ever had. They are very soft, but best of all, they are incredibly tasty. They are ready in just 30 minutes and they smell great as they bake. They are perfect for fall and winter, although you could eat them all year long. You will be a hit every time you make them because everyone, your family and even your friends and co-workers will love them!

Ingredients Vegan Butter – I suggest making your own version of vegan butter at home because it's healthier, but you can also buy ready-made. White sugar and brown sugar – You can use any type of sugar. Make sure the sugar you use is vegan. Vanilla essence – I always use homemade vanilla essence because it is cheaper and very easy to make, but store-bought is also a good option. Pumpkin Puree – Make your own puree following my recipe or use store-bought. Wheat Flour – I have only made this recipe using wheat flour, but you may be able to use a different type of flour. You will still need to adjust the amount. For a gluten-free version, you can use our gluten-free flour recipe. Pumpkin pie spice: super easy to make! But if you want you can use the one you find in the supermarket. Vegan Cream Cheese Frosting: This ingredient is optional, the cookies themselves are delicious! variations To make it gluten-free: Use a gluten-free flour blend for a gluten-free version of this recipe. Keep in mind that you may have to adjust the amount you are going to use. To make it soy free: use vegan soy free butter. How to make vegan pumpkin cookies - Add the vegan butter, white sugar, brown sugar, and vanilla to the bowl of an electric mixer and beat until combined. You can also use a large bowl and a stick mixer. - Add the pumpkin puree and beat until well combined. - Add the rest of the ingredients (except the frosting) and mix until well integrated. - I used an ice cream scoop to make the cookies, but you can also use a regular spoon or even your hands. Fill the scoop with cookie dough and simply press and drop onto the parchment lined cookie sheet. Leave a distance of about 5 cm between biscuit and biscuit (about 2 inches). - Bake for 12-15 minutes or until lightly golden. - Remove the cookies from the oven and allow them to cool on the cookie sheet for 5 minutes before transferring to a wire rack to cool completely. - Once they have cooled, pour a little frosting (you have the recipe in the box below) on top of each cookie and sprinkle a little cinnamon or nutmeg (optional).

How to store them - In the fridge: store them in an airtight container in the fridge for 1 week. - In the Freezer: To freeze vegan pumpkin cookies, transfer to an airtight container and store in a freezer for up to 3 months. After baking, let them cool completely, then place them in a single layer on a parchment-lined cookie sheet to freeze, and finally place them in a freezer-safe bag. Squeeze all the air out of the bag and place them flat in the freezer. Most cookies thaw just fine if left out. - How to reheat them: If you want to enjoy these cookies warm, you can reheat them in the oven at 325ºF (160ºC) for about 5-10 minutes. Check out: 5 minute vegan cookies Read the full article

[elizabethplaid]

Oct 19, 2010 - mmm smelly soap

saved from my flickr archive, to share the original text

Long story short, @sycamore sent me a box of goodies for my birthday, including handmade incense cones (made by her!) and handmade soap (sold near where she lives). The incense was really strong, but the soap smelled delightful.

crackedmoon  sent me a few samples of her handmade incense (called Modern Dryad) and a piece of handmade soap from a local shop. The incense was literally choking me as I opened the box - but it was hilarious, so my laughter made things worse. (I have sensitive sinuses, and the dry/cold weather is killer on me. Expect more tampon-nose photos later.) I opened the box out on my front porch, so I wouldn't be overwhelmed by the incense. (The Pomander incense was the culprit, mainly its warm, dryed orange quality, like retro popurri).

After all the intense, but lovely, smells of incense, I found this little bar of soap nestled in the tissue papers. It's got a lovely, soft, warm aroma - far from the intensity of the incense. I had it up to my nose to smell it, because it's just that gentle. My mom said it smells like snickerdoodle cookies, because of its cinnamon hints. It does smell like baked goods (sweet cinnamon, not spicy or strong), but I'm not sure what it's called. The label says "almond", so I guess it's a blend of sorts.

In case you were wondering, the label (inset image) says:

This soap may be "fresh" and need further curing time. Let it sit exposed to air until the bar becomes hard. Minimum time for curing is 30 days, but we recommend over 90 days to ensure you get the most out of your soap.

The longer it sits, The harder it gets, The harder it gets, The longer it lasts.

(I had to de-capitalize that last bit to make it easier to read. Please note, that phrase only applies to this soap - I can't verify other things.)

I can’t guarantee any of those links still work, but sycamore is still on tumblr occasionally.

[togescents]

small poesie review roundup!

Gingerbread Kittens: gingerbread cookies sandwiched with marshmallow fondant and dipped in citrus glaze, fluffy kitten fur, a glint of amber eyes 

god i love this one. primarily it’s gingerbread, though more of a cake-y gingerbread than the hard cookies i associate with gingerbread. when it was fresh i got more the citrus and marshmallow, but now they’ve blended back into the gingerbread beautifully, creating something more complex than straight gingerbread. i also get more of the amber (and possibly whatever musk poesie uses for cat fur?) which adds depth, elevating this perfume from generic gingerbread to something more mature and enticing.

i believe this is a winter/holiday seasonal, so i HIGHLY recommend picking up a 2ml at least if it comes back this year! i assume it will, since it’s popular.

Mysterious Fossils: smoked black tea with creamy vanilla oatmilk, cashmere sweater, tortoiseshell glasses with clear, shiny lenses, and a warm cedar chest that contains fossils encased in amber, sandstone, and limestone

this is from their dark academia collection, and this one in particular is being added to their permanent collection in late september.

i wasn’t sure about this one due to the amber and stones and also the cedar (me and cedar are not friends) but i LOVE poesie’s tea note, so i decided to try it. and it... yeah. i should have listened to my gut. i bought it last year so it had nearly a year to rest and age and i STILL do not get any tea. maybe a hint of tea at most. there is something creamy that i assume is the oatmilk, but the amber and stones make it. odd. it literally smells like dusty rocks you’d find in a museum, which is very impressive! but i don’t enjoy smelling like it.

i have another perfume from this collection, Ritual (dark lakewater, dragon’s blood incense, wet stone covered in ivy, dried pine needles and leaves, remnants of melted beeswax candles, clove cigarettes, crisp air) which is a lovely mysterious and deep combination of poesie’s fantastic lakewater note and sweet dragon’s blood, with everything else serving to add hints of depth. if this one comes back i highly recommend it!

Cardigan: creamy Mysore sandalwood spiced with cardamom pods & pimento berries, French vanilla, white chocolate, comforting sweater musk 

a member of their permanent collection this time! i asked for my free sample to be cardigan during an order last year when i started to realize i like sandalwood (my only experience with sandalwood at that point was the cheap scented soaps and wax melts dad would sometimes get from amazon) and i KNOW i love cardamon. it smelled ok in the vial when i got it, but i bust it out again last night and oh man it’s incredible

first of all, the cardamon is LOVELY. it’s not too overwhelming but is clearly there, bringing a wonderful warm spiciness. the sandalwood is indeed creamy, probably helped by the vanilla and white chocolate. i don’t get much white chocolate, which i’m happy about because i don’t really like the smell of it. this perfume truly is warm and cozy, and i think i’ll be picking up at least a 2ml, if not a full size, to set aside and age while i continue to enjoy my sample.

[hoegalley95]

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And, of course, you can always use color to break up solid black, navy and white.

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Lanvin Vintage Evening Cover 1970s

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[convexicalcrow]

Can I ask then what is Scar’s Elven Magic like?

Okay, this has taken a while to get my head around, bc I've spent less time thinking about it. But when I've written Scar's elven magic in the past, it's always a magic that manifests in natural phenomenon. Wind and sun and rain and storms and trees and plants and flowers. Not animals necessarily, but plants and weather and trees for the most part.

Scar describing his hair as smelling like pine has stayed with me for so long. For me, it encapsulates the whole vibe. He's ornate, beautiful, glowing - but glowing in a different way and for different reasons as the Pharaoh.

The Pharaoh would radiate the scent of frankincense and myrrh, the precious incenses that indicated the precence of the gods. I, myself, have experienced this as well. Incense that floats past your perception in the air but no incense is burning, and you don't have that scent anyway. Those two resins? That's the gods. That's Cub's power and presence. Pharaoh Cub glows because he's radiating the firey power of Ra, the sun god.

But for Elf Scar, it's pine and fresh dewey grass, petrochore before the rain, warm cookies and pies, gentle breezes and the bright blue sky on a summer day.

They are both eternal - in their own way. But the Pharaoh exudes the essence of divinity that has existed since the dawn of time. It's old, very old. Dark and bright and powerful, something way beyond comprehension for a human mind.

For Elf Scar, his eternity is in the present. The eternal trees that continue to grow as if by magic, thousands of years old, but still living, still being alive today! You can touch the trunk of his elven tree and it sings its stories to you of all the things it's seen over the years, but it also tells you about something that happened last week. Tells you how it felt to watch the steamboat being built on the river, or listen to it tell you how the river and its banks have changed over the season.

Scar's magic is love. But it's not the divine love of the gods to mortal beings, a love between two different kinds of beings, with distance and difference at their core. Scar's magic is all pervasive. It sees no boundaries or hierarchies or differences. Doesn't matter who you are or what you are, Scar will bake you cookies and make you a hot chocolate and sit you down and ask you about your day.

If I was comparing this to Elf Gem's magic, hers is similar, but as a High Elf, her magic has less of an emphasis on the natural world, and is more concerned with natural beings and spirits, as well as the natural world. She operates on a higher plane than Scar does.

Just look at their elven bases. Scar build a giant tree (AS A STARTER HOUSE. A STARTER HOUSE. WTAF SCAR), while Gem has built an ornate and beautiful palace. Yes, there is a magical tree, but she is more concerned with other aspects of the world. Impulse's dwarven base has more nature incorporated into it than Gem's does, and I am only counting internal stuff here, not landscaping. They have different focuses.

Different building materials too. Scar's tree is all wood and leaves and moss and plant-based materials. Gem has built out of stone and prismarine and quartz and gold and all kinds of other blocks. Her magic is different. She's a shapeshifter to me, she can just blend into whatever she needs to be. Scar isn't really about that.

And of course, we have to go back to wizard Scar from s7 as well, as much of his power there feeds into elf Scar's magic as well. The magical forest was overgrown with giant insects and plants, it was lush and magical and a mess, but it was deeply in touch with the earth and the place that he lived. It wasn't a wizard tower on top of a mountain, detatched from everything and everyone. It was a village in the middle of a dense jungle. It's his pathway to finding that tree elf magic.

(There's a whole separate conversation to be had about his magic crystals tho. I feel they're a mix of his wizard powers and Vex magic, which is why Cub's so affected by them. If we take as canon that Vex magic hits other Vexes harder (I'm not letting Cub take that back lol), well. It's not going to be as powerful for non-Vexes, but for Cub, he tripped so hard he fell back to s4. And that's before we get to the Last Life crystals.)

[evilpandas]

Oh look another fic after how long????? Sorry guys but here's Christmas fluff

.....

The fireplace brings warmth not only in bright flames that lick and eat away at dead wood, but in the soft blankets that are frappes around the living room, across chairs and sitting against cushions as if dropped without thought.

Warmth in the smell of hot chocolate that surrounds you like a fog, one that promises delicious tastes and sweet moments that will turn to memories. Warmth in knowing that this night won't be spent alone, that there are people who choose to celebrate together rather than alone.

A soft and almost echo of a song travels through the air. Not one sung in a room that leads to being a number on a cd, no this song has no contract nor does it belong to an album being sold for profit.

This song that is barely loud enough to be heard from where you sit on the couch, is not one you find familiar but the voice that carries the melody makes you hide a smile behind your mug.

Who knew the mayor of Storybooke would have such a lovely voice. More importantly, who would ever be able to hear such a sound without fearing to be found out?

You feel lucky above all else as you pull the red fluff blanket around you, knowing that this is the only place you want to be right now.

Listening to a song that only has meaning to the person singing Surrounded by warmth and smells that define the holidays to you, being able to say to yourself that this holiday you can spend it with her.

That's all you wanted, even if it was a whisper of a wish that you never gave any hope towards. Because you never thought that there was a chance this could happen. That you could be happy, happy with her.

"Anybody home?"

You blink the glare from the fire away and turn to see her holding a place of cookies, head tilted slightly and a smirk on her face.

And once again you are caught by her beauty. The glow of her skin and the shine of her hair, the way her red pajama pants blend with her black shirt in the perfect way.

She's beautiful and breathtaking and you are beyond thankful that you can see her like this.

See her soft smile and warm eyes, the way she holds herself is far less tense than other days, how she doesn't glance around for scrutiny that always meets the two of you when she wants to show you she cares.

This version of Regina is your favorite.

"Just lost in thought." You say as she places the plate of cookies on the coffee table. Your fingers itch to reach out and steal one cookie before she catches sight of it but you turn back to her because she's grabbed a stray blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"Your head must be full of thoughts then," she teases slightly as she sits down next to you. Your red blanket touching her green one, the fabric meeting and mixing in color where they touch.

"All good thought," You nod in confirmation and you let yourself lean into her, the smell of pastries clings to her in a delicious way.

"What was the song you were singing?" You ask her as you bask in the feeling of her next to you, so close and so warm and not a single fear that you could burn from being next to someone that can strike fear in anybody with just a glare.

"Just a little something from when I was younger." She responds with a shrug as if it was no big deal.

"Sing it for me again? I want to hear you clearer."

You feel her chuckle low and soft, the sound makes your heart soar. "The others will be arriving soon." She tries to stall but you aren't having it. "I'll keep your little secret safe with me." You say in a tease and with a side glance at her you can see her agree with a small nod, smile gracing her face as if to promise.

"Only for you." A soft kiss to your cheek only seems to help how at home you feel with her sitting next to you.