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Honey Lavender Bread

submitted by @materiamystica​

½ cup Greek yoghurt ½ cup plain flour 1tsp baking powder ¼ tsp salt 1 tbsp dried lavender 1 tbsp honey 1 egg, beaten

The intent is to increase mental clarity and connection. To clear your spiritual and mental brain fog so that you can think and see more clearly again. To improve clarity of vision and connection to your heart’s desire. Lavender is employed to stimulate clarity and connection, cleansing, memory, passion, peace of mind, healing, love, passion and retention. With the honey for added sweetness and stickiness to make visions all the more sweet, and memories stick more permanently. Harvesting your own lavender can also be intended to honour Lammas, too!

1. Mix everything in a bowl and preheat the oven at 350 F. 2. Turn out onto a floured surface and knead adding more flour until it’s no longer sticky and has formed a nice stretchy bread dough. 3. Put into a floured loaf tin. 4. Brush top with egg wash. 5. Bake in the oven for 20-30 minutes until a golden crust has formed and a skewer comes out clean. 6. Slice and enjoy!

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ALL - Everything, in chronological order.

ART - Stuff drawn for the AU, either by me or other people, but mostly me. This includes both comics and still images.

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Lexicon:

TRUE FAE - A full-blooded fae, with no human ancestry. Considered more powerful and ‘pure’ than their changeling counterparts.

CHANGELING - A catch all word to describe beings that are some mixture of human and fae. Applies to both faebloods and faetouched.

FAEBLOODED - A changeling that has faerie ancestry, especially within the most recent generation. In some situations, the blood may be diluted past the point of qualifying.

FAETOUCHED - A human or earthly animal that has been significantly changed or infected with the magic of Faerie. Usually this applies to humans that have been stolen away as slaves, but can be used in other circumstances.

FAERIE QUEENS - The rulers of the Courts of Light, and the AU equivalent of the Diamond Authority.

COURTS OF LIGHT - The kingdom of Light Fae, ruled by the Empress of Light and Stone. Within this court there are three subdivisions: The Court of Thunder and Flames, the Court of Waves and Rivers, and the Court of Flowers and Thorns. Each court is ruled by its own Queen, but ultimately they all answer to the Empress.

REALM OF SHADE - A world of Faerie Shades, opposite to the Courts of Light. Generally considered to be lawless and savage, shades are sometimes uplifted to serving in the Courts of Light. Though they have no formal leadership, they bow to the Empress’s rule in most circumstances.

THE HEDGE - An endless sea of thorns and brambles that inhabits the spaces between Faerie and Earth. More or less a space between dimensions, and is typically hostile to humans and fae alike.

HEDGE WITCH - A human with high sensitivity to the Hedge and its inhabitants, giving them heightened perception of supernatural phenomenon. All humans have some potential ability to tap into magic given the right situation, but Hedge Witches are those either with natural talent or who have trained themselves to access those energies. Generally used to describe humans who have retained more humanity than faetouched.

HEDGEBEAST - One of the various creatures that manages to make its home within the Hedge. Generally considered fearsome for their ability to coexist with such an inhospitable landscape. Tend to be violent towards outsiders.

Character Tags:

STEVEN - Faeblooded prince and inheritor of the Court of Flowers and Thorns. On the run from the Court of Light. Third changeling child of the Maiden.

CONNIE - Overworked human teenager, brand new Knight of Flowers and Thorns. Swept up in this nonsense due to chance and also destiny.

PEARL - Faetouched servant of the Courts of Light. Guardian and protector of Steven. At least, she used to be.

AMETHYST - The second changeling child of the Maiden. Steven’s half sibling, has a history of getting in trouble with fae.

GARNET - Ostensible half-fae prophet and spiritualist, with mysterious properties. Location unknown.

GREG - Human hedge witch and father of Steven. Location unknown.

LARS - Faetouched weirdness magnet living in Empire City. Doing his best to avoid the supernatural and failing utterly.

ROSE QUARTZ - Referred to as “The Maiden of Flowers and Thorns” in this AU. Gifted the entire of her being to Steven and ceased to exist. 

WHITE DIAMOND - Referred to as “The Empress of Light and Stone”. The Queen of all fae and the ruler of the Courts of Light. 

The Seven Deadly Sins

Just a little thing. I didn’t put too much effort into this lolol. And I didn’t get all the sins in there either, but hey! Yandere scenarios for five of the seven deadly sins!

Warnings: yandere, suggestive content, dark themes

Bakugou (Pride)

Anyone that would deny that Bakugou was the best of the best was a lying, jealous pissant. His quirk was the quirk to have, one that had more uses than any of those wannabe, loser mouthbreathers he called his classmates. On top of that, Bakugou was strong, fast, agile, and his stamina was certainly something to write home about. There was no doubt in his mind that he was going to make it big in this world; everyone else either wanted to be him, fuck him, or fight him, as it should be.

So when Bakugou told you that the two of you were going out, and you told him that you certainly were not, he’d nearly lost his shit. What was wrong with you? Were you blind? Clearly there was something wiry with your head if you didn’t know that you should have been honored that Bakugou even spared you a second glance! Maybe you were just ignorant. It could be that you just weren’t aware of Bakugou’s splendor– as unlikely as that was, he’d simply have to give you a reminder. After all, he couldn’t expect someone so cute to be smart, too.

He’d show off more in front of you, making sure to blow your mind whenever your eyes found their way back to him during training exercises. He’d be sure to best any other guy he’d previously seen you talking to, so you knew that it was clear that he was better than any of them. If that didn’t grab your attention– it was amazing that it didn’t– he’d have to start getting a little more aggressive. He’d knock into you more often in the halls, making sure to help his little mouse collect her things when they’d scatter everywhere. Of course, he wouldn’t apologize for the incident; if you weren’t such a klutz, you wouldn’t be having these issues.

Touchy, touchy. He somehow managed to get the two of you paired up during hero training more often than not, and boy was that his time to shine. He’d use every opportunity to grab onto your body, whether it was to “detain you”, or “save you” didn’t matter. He’d have his hard cock pressed against your ass either way, just to make sure you knew what you were missing out on. He’d relish that fact that he could make your cheeks darken after hardly any effort.

Bakugou would eventually come to the conclusion that you didn’t dislike him, you were just being a stuck-up bitch. He’d really just have to make you admit it, behind closed doors, with you underneath him, pinned down, helpless, and unable to deny just how great Bakugou really is.

And hell, he’d show you that he wasn’t prideful for no reason.

Shinsou (Envy)

“You can’t help what your heart longs for…”

It hurt… It was never supposed to be this way. It was never supposed to be you advancing onto class A, leaving poor, unfortunate Shinsou in the dust. He was just as capable as you, moreso even… when he put his mind to it. It was just that you had yourself a flashy quirk. You were lucky. He was not. The world was unfair, and it hurt him.

For awhile, Shinsou wanted to stay rueful of you. He didn’t want to have to watch you advance, or gain attention from both your peers and hero agencies, or become friends with other “gifted” students that also didn’t know how lucky they were. He didn’t want to watch, but he couldn’t help it.

He wasn’t able to look away when you were wowed and wooed by the pathetically squirrely antics of none other than Izuku Midoriya, the kid who stunted Shinsou’s chances to be seen as something more than he was all those years ago at the sports festival.

What an ugly, creeping feeling crawling its way from Shinsou’s ribs to his shoulders as he watched Midoriya’s lips move slowly, less than an inch away from your ear, sharing secrets that made your body flush. He felt like he was drowning, wanting so badly to know what Midoriya had been whispering, what it’d be like to feel your blush radiating off your skin because of something he said, or how it’d feel if he was the on you smiled for after brushing your hair around your ear.

This wasn’t right. It was better when he felt disdainful because of you. Now he had to deal with these impossible feelings of wanting… needing… coveting…

What did you see in Midoriya that made you so blind to Shinsou? Was it his energy, his looks (come on. him?), or just the fact that he’d been born with an exceptional quirk, one that would easily make him a hero? And why was Shinsou suddenly so invested in who whispered into your ear? He no longer knew whether or not he was jealous of Midoriya, or if he was jealous of you, but he was certain that this longing would not be satiated until he did something about it.

You could never understand what it was like to yearn for something so badly, but never quite have it in your grasp. He’d try to explain to you… after he took you (honestly, you were far too trusting. Probably because you’ve never been in any real situation where you had to question your judgement), but you wouldn’t listen, even when he’d have your mind washed so you were no longer screaming or cursing at him.

Shinsou had the drive to take things when the world wouldn’t serve him his desires on a silver platter. He took you, but you didn’t love him yet, so he’d just have to keep taking things from you until you did: your first kiss… a surprised gasp… a wistful sigh… a drawn out moan… He’d continue take and take and take, until everything you had besides your quirk was virtually his, and after that, he’d continue to take until you understand that longing ache he had for you, and to be a hero, and to be more than what people made him out to be. By this time, he didn’t even want anything that wasn’t you anymore, but until you and him were on the same page, he wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop until you longed, and you craved, and you wanted, and when you did, he’d have you, so he’d have everything, and the tables would turn.

…Until he decided that it was Midoriya’s turn to be green with envy.

Hawks (Gluttony)

Please pay attention to him– he’d only ever wanted to impress you.

It was mating season for bird thots everywhere, which meant it was time to get a little bit flashy… Baby Keigo didn’t grow up with a whole lot, so you couldn’t really blame him for becoming a bit of a hype beast. He collected all the newest garb, bringing it all home to show it off to you. If you, his precious little bird didn’t want to act like she cared, well, that was fine, right? That just meant… he had to bring you more stuff: pearl necklaces, new Adidas, boxes of chocolates, a nice throw. He certainly couldn’t get you a phone or a computer because– ha! He wouldn’t want you calling anyone for help or anything. But would you… if you had the chance? Why would you when he took such good care of you? The idea that maybe you weren’t playing hard to get, and instead just didn’t like Hawks… after he brought you all this stuff? It kinda stings, babe! 

Thinking about that would put him in a bad mood and you don’t want a grumpy bird thot on your hands. He’d hoard all the stuff he bought in his little comfy nest he made for the two of you, chirping all about all he had to go through to get you these things, only to have you be your regular spoiled and standoffish self. Oh yes, he’d be entirely too quick to play the guilt game. Manipulative? Maybe. Charming? He sure thought he was! Incredibly annoying? To you, absolutely. You’d just have to give him the attention he so desperately wanted if only to stop all his crooning. 

You’d have to sit next to him, tell him that you loved all that he’d done for you, stroke his feathers, feed him some of those chocolates– hold up! Ohhh little chickadee, please don’t you stop stroking those wings. Originally, he wanted to spoil you, but baby angel, you made him feel so good. This was definitely on purpose, right angel? You wanna show him that you wanna be with him? You want to love him? It doesn’t matter at the moment, just— just please don’t stop touching him!

You made his body hot, and those beautiful, angelic fingers felt so incredibly soothing as they wove through his feathers. But be careful baby girl. You’d gotten yourself in a bit of a pickle; the more you pull your hands through his wings, the more you’d be telling him you want to mate with him, but the instant you pull away, he would, without a shadow of a doubt, jump your bones.  

He really couldn’t help himself. He was a glutton for you, babe!

Midoriya (Greed)

If you give a mouse a cookie, he’s gonna want some milk.

What was Izuku Midorya’s cookie? That simple smile his bunny sent his way.

Oh, how… adorable it was. The first time you’d smiled at him, his belly filled with so much warmth and he got this tingling feeling that followed him throughout his entire night. Midoriya didn’t know what it was that did him in about that gentle regard, but he did know that he wanted to see it again. The same fuzzy feeling he got returned to him every time he collected another one of your smiles, but it wasn’t as all encompassing as it had been the first time. Midoriya wanted– no, needed more, just to get the same pleasurable feeling back, if only for a second.

More.

A brush of the hands, fingertips to fingertips, your touch was precious to Midoriya. It was exhilarating whenever he got to touch you, whether he was passing something back to you and he let his fingers linger on you for just a tiny bit longer than was entirely necessary, or in shorter bursts when you slapped his hands when something good happened. That time you playfully grabbed his hand and pretended to read his palm– how you looked up from at him while your fingers traced his “love line”, Midoriya realized that touching you was at once, both everything and not enough.

More.

Why couldn’t this be enough? Why wouldn’t he ever be satisfied.

At first he thought that he could wait– spend his time working his way up to a kiss, and from a kiss, something more, little by little, but his darling moved far too slow for that. It wasn’t that his bunny wasn’t worth waiting for, but your pace was excruciating and Midoriya spent too many nights with a roaring ache in his loins, you stuck behind his eyelids. He pictured you running your hands over his bare chest too many times not to make that a reality.

More.

When Midoriya finally got to kiss you, he wouldn’t stop there. It could never have been a simple peck on your lips that only lasted a second– one that would have you turn away with a blush until you eventually ran away, all cute and bashful like you were. No, Midoriya would have to slip his tongue in between your lips, and he would have to ignore how your beautiful, warm body tensed when his finger tips slid from your cheeks to your neck. It would have to be a kiss where Midoriya could lodge his knees between your legs, hold you close, and swallow your pleas with more kisses. Again and again and again. Your soft lips against his. He’d keep you to himself, your body would be his to roam over, his to mark up, and his to touch, and kiss, and love until you have nothing left to give.

And then he’d take more.

Because Midoriya would always be greedy for you, and you were not supposed to give cookies to mice.

Aizawa (Sloth)

If Aizawa was weighted to the couch, you were also weighted to the couch. There was absolutely no getting up allowed on days that he had off. If you weren’t caged in underneath the erasure hero, his arms would be wrapped around you at all times, holding you tightly, offering you nothing but lazy kisses whenever you protested or tried to wriggle away from him.

He’d have mounds of blankets piled on top of the both of you, creating a snug little prison for you, and a cozy paradise for him. Nothing was better than having you pressed up against him– no other responsibilities besides making sure that his little kitty was comfy, secure, close, and protected.

He’d order takeout and enjoy feeding you by hand, loving it even more when he could lick or nibble any food that he’d “accidentally” get on you while he was at it, and he’d gently massage your scalp while your laid your sleepy head on his lap. He adored the cute, little noises you gave out when you were on the edge of sleep, so he’d keep you there, in that state, rubbing your head, back, and ass to get you to drift to sleep, and kissing your neck and shoulders to keep you awake.

Even the way he fucked you when you had days like these was more than a little lazy. He’d turn you into a little sushi ball, all tucked and rolled up in your blankets with nothing but your legs exposed. He’d lick your pussy, but only enough to get you wet and wanting, and mount you when you were bound and powerless, ready to take anything he had to give. He couldn’t help but cum inside of you when he finally got there; pulling out would only be a bother– a mess he’d have to clean. Besides, with your face all cute and red when when you got hot and bothered, he probably wouldn’t be able to resist claiming you like that whenever he had the opportunity.

He’d always cherish these slothful Sundays he could spend doing nothing but loving his little kitten.

Hello! I hope you are enjoying your summer. Lughnasadh is upon us, the first of the 3 harvest holidays. I usually spend this day on the countryside, hiking and enjoying the sun, but this year it is a bit different for obvious reasons! 

I know that usually it is custom to bake some bread for Lughnasadh I am a bit of a rebel so today I am offering you a really great recipe if you plan to do a picnic of a feast to celebrate this special day! I have cooked these tarts more than 3 times already and it is always a success! The recipe is a bit long, and I tried to make it as clear as possible!

Strawberry and Wine tarts

The perfect dessert for Lughnasadh

Prep time: 1 hour

Rest time: 1 hour

Cook time: 30 minutes

Yields: 6 to 8 small tarts or 1 big tart

Ingredients

- Dough

120g (1cup) plain flour

60g (1/2cup) whole meal flour

2 tbsp brown sugar

1/4 tsp salt

100g butter

- Mascarpone Cream

250g (1 pack) mascarpone

35g (1/4 cup) powder sugar

60g (2 tbsp) heavy cream

- Strawberry and Wine syrup

500g strawberries (more or less, it’s not really precise)

55g (1/4 cup) sugar

juice of 1 lemon

A few fresh Thyme sprigs

60g (1/4 cup) port wine

Preparation

//Dough

In a bowl, mix everything until you have crumbs

Add a bit of water for the dough to keep together

Make a flat ball, wrap it and let it rest in the fridge until needed (at least an hour)

//Strawberries

Rinse and cut the strawberries in slices and put then in a bowl

Add the lemon juice, a few fresh Thyme sprigs and sugar

Let it rest in the fridge for until needed (at least 30 minutes)

//Pie crusts

Pre-heat your oven 180°/375°F

Roll out a portion of the dough about 5mm thick

Drape over a small tart tin with it and trim the excess

Put back the trim with the rest of the dough

Repeat until you don’t have any dough left

Pick the crust with a fork to keep the crust flat when baking

Bake in a hot oven for 15/20 minutes. The crust has to be light golden.

Let it cool on a tray

//Mascarpone cream

In a bowl, mix all the ingredients with a whisk or electric whisk until you have a creamy texture

Let it rest in the fridge until needed

//Wine Syrup

Stain the Strawberry juice and the Thyme in small sauce pan

Put the strawberries back in the fridge

Add the port wine in the pan, you can add more Thyme sprigs if you want a stronger flavour

Put the syrup to a boil then on medium heat until the liquid has diminished by half, or until syrupy

Remove the Thyme springs and set aside the wine syrup to cool

//Making the tart

Spread the cream

Layer with strawberry slices

Drizzle with a bit of syrup

Garnish with a few Thyme leaves

Tips

* These tarts have to be eaten the same day. I understand that the process is a bit long so you can cook the crust and whip the mascarpone the day before so you’d just have to do the strawberries, the syrup and the tarts the day where you plan to eat them

* Port substitution: You can use marsala as well, or nothing and just reduce the strawberry juice to make it a syrup

* If you choose to do a big tart, use weights when you bake the crust to keep it flat

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Could you make an analysis on Zib, please?

I’ve talked about Zib a few times before. Like quite a few times actually.

A little bit about Zib and Dib’s denial coping mechanism can be just as bad as Zim sometimes. 

About how Zib doesn’t regret that he killed Zim at all 

The Tragedy of Zib’s character

This one is more about the Ultimate Zim but Zib worms his way in here. 

I usually find there’s not much to say about Zib that I haven’t already talked about in detail before. 

I feel there’s so much you can say about a Bad End Friend.

But there’s a few things about Zib that I do find interesting.

I’ve mentioned many times that he has lied to Dib when they first met in order to make himself way more powerful then he seems. A lot of lines are blurred between what’s truth and what’s not.

Like this is a carefully constructed half-truth bullshit lie and most of what he says to Dib on his very first impression is just that. Very well constructed half-lies.

Like he said Dib’s head is the standard unit of measurement across the galaxy and the respect of people everywhere............Well........he’s technically NOT wrong..... Because he does have the respect of all the Zims in the Zimvoid but that’s by posing as the number one Zim. I assure you no one in the Zimvoid is using Dib-head as a standard unit of measurement except him. And he technically IS the only somewhat-human person in the Zimvoid.

Again, he’s not wrong but he is also bull-shiting his way through this conversation and making an effort to impress Dib that he just doesn’t do with the other Zims.

Like he doesn’t care about the other Zims at all in the slightest.

He didn’t even need to drop his disguise as Number One at all, but he saw a Dib and he just had to brag and monologue about his brilliant plan to destroy all the Zims and Irkens because he knew only a Dib would be able to appreciate his greatness. He even says as much.

I really think his need to impress a Dib is greatly increased with who Zib is. Zim in the show, movie, and comics has always had this desire to impress Dib. 

Especially in ETF and a few key episodes. 

Zim just has an overwhelming desire to impress Dib when a plan comes to fruition. Rewatch “Room with a Moose” and a few other episodes, saying that Dib is the only hooman-monkey that can appreciate the beauty of his plans. 

Zib did not need to drop his disguise as the ultimate Zim at all. He could have just thrown Dib in prison but the rest of the Zims but like, he sees a Dib and immediately he wants to talk to him and talk about his plan because he knows only a Dib can appreciate his genius. Both his Zim side and his Dib side.

(I can’t get over 2k and Palindrome pushing Dib closer to Zim Number One like “Take him! Sacrifice to the blood god” ) 

A Dib pretty much caused Zib to have a bit of a panic breakdown. Not only is the Dib the first human he’s seen since he created the Zimvoid, but he is also a Dib. And no Zim would like his plans, cause he’s brainwashing them all, and they won’t appreciate his genius because they’re not human and they won’t get how far he’s going to destroy them. He knew only a Dib would be able to appreciate this, which is why he reveals himself immediately and starts bragging.

Some are lies and some are truths and some are half-truths. He just deeply wants to impress Dib. Without even realizing it’s his Zim side that feels that way. Because to Zib, of course he’d want to brag to Dib. He’s also a Dib. And no one would understand or appreciate his plan better than himself. 

So he reveals himself and tells a lot of things that are bullshit and some aren’t. 

He just crafts a perfectly constructed image of what he wants himself to be and what he wants other Dibs to view him as. Just cause his self-loathing is on its max levels.

And I talked about it before. He really hates that Zim is a part of him, which is why he really deny that they’re merged, at least without getting into the technical aspects of it. 

I don’t think he entirely lied about his plans. 

Like he did lure all the Zims here to kill them off and created a hierarchy where only he benefits. And it’s really only him, because Zib knows no one cares about what he’s doing. If he could get a Dib to care he’d be really less alone.

Which is why he gets so angry when Dib isn’t with him on his plan. Because he thought Dib could understand him but he couldn’t. 

And Dib is right in this instance. Zib’s a bit of a psychopath. 

Zib has absolutely nothing to gain and nothing to lose from doing this at all. Zib just gets disillusioned with humanity and people in general. Letting Dib in on his plans was more of an impulse. Especially with how he regards and talks about the multiverse when the sheet is pulled out from under him. 

Zib absolutely knows what he’s doing is pointless, but he is physically incapable of stopping. Much like a certain Invader with a certain mission. Much like a Determined Big Head boy who never says Die. 

He never planned to having a Dib involved at all. But letting Dib in on his plan (along with a few other Zims) was his first mistake.

But the multiverse is a cold, lonely and unforgiving place when you realize what no one cares and whatever you do doesn’t matter across multiple realities. 

It’s like peak existentialism that comes with the territory of being aware of a concrete multiverse existence. 

It’s hard to say if Zib fusing to Zim’s pack was intentional or not. Just because of how dishonest and un-forward he’s been about his plans and the nature of them up until now. 

Zim and Dib both have a real talent for denying the obvious. So who’s to say if the pak-fusing was an accident or intentional. Since he changed his story twice already.

Even Zim says that building the tech with his brain should have been impossible. And while Zim is kinda an idiot and makes poor judgment decisions and is 99% feral in this saga, I’m inclined to agree with Zim here. Because as we remember:

Zim was actually right on that front. Without fusing to the PAK, Zib wouldn’t have been able to build or understand the Zapper at all. 

So who’s to say if fusing with the PAK was intentional or not. 

Zib acts like he had no choice if he wanted to build the Zapper, but he could have gotten the idea from the Zapper only after fusing to Zim’s PAK.

Who’s to say when or how that happened. Cause while Zib acts proud he “killed” his Zim essentially, who’s to say that isn’t a lie too?

Anyways, I find Zib an interesting character. I feel there’s a lot of potential for him as a reoccurring antagonist.. (but this franchise hates those) I just usually don’t 

I’ve talked about him a few times here and there but he only has one comic issue where he shines at all, so there’s only so much to talk about Zib without getting into more personal headcanons and au type stuff. 

Sorry for the late reply. It was hard for me to figure out what to talk about with Zib that I haven’t said before.