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dukedyke · 2 years
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F2 raspberry jam kombucha, some with mint and/or thyme. got a bottle chilling in the fridge rn for taste testing purposes and i'm [👀 intensifies]
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I feel like fermenting has the same energy as growing zucchini. Wtf am I gonna do with all this mustard and hot sauce except give 90% of it away to people
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kr1g · 2 years
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Well, it's a pretty colour and it does taste of wine! It's sour and a little astringent and a bit of alcohol taste, but it's not very strong like it tastes like watered down wine. But I like it better than "real" red wines I've tasted!
Im gonna add in more sugar and let it sit a bit longer, in a less warm place, and see what happens. Experiment successful so far!
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How do I check if my fermented goblin eyes are still good? The last container exploded in the Closet of Cooling. Don't want to have another Swarm on my hands.
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animakis · 1 year
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Kombucha
Dags att fylla på din kombucha eller starta en helt ny med kanske din helt nyköpta startkultur och lilla baby scoby. Här kommer ett recept på tea blandningen som vi matar scobyn med och som utgör basen till kombucha. Jag har skalat ner receptet till att ge ungefär en liter färdig tea brew som kan blandas direkt med startern eller hällas direkt i din redan aktiva kombucha. Tea time Kombucha…
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marlynnofmany · 8 months
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Starseed Apples
“Here you go,” I said, putting down the last box. “Uncut fabric, plumbing supplies, and three cases with a fungus biohazard label. Do I even want to know what’s in those?” I cast a curious look at my fellow human as I handed over the signing pad. She was shorter and rounder than I was, dressed in a crisp uniform of a type I didn’t recognize. Big pockets everywhere.
She signed with a wry grin. “Those are dirt.”
“Dirt?” I repeated, looking around the admittedly spotless loading dock of this particular space station. “Dirt warrants a biohazard here?”
“Oh, you have no idea,” she said, handing the pad back. “Organic mulch that could contain anything from decomposed animals to fungus to poop? With uncountable amounts of bacterial life and potential germs? We’re lucky they only focused on the mold aspect!”
“Hm, good point,” I said.
Zhee, who was busy moving boxes off the hover sled, muttered something disparaging. I expected him to complain about how gross it all was, since he was always the first to point out when humans did something to offend his bug-alien sensibilities, but it sounded like he was griping about the strict station rules this time.
The human continued. “We have to keep a clean room between the greenhouse area and everything else. Even there, most things are in pots. We’ve got a great crop from Johnny Starseed right now!”
I’d heard that name before. “Oh, was he the one who sells little potted—”
“Apple trees, yeah,” she said. “Tiny and convenient, but they make an impressive number of apples as long as you feed ‘em quality dirt.” She bent down to pat a box.
Zhee finished freeing the sled. “Reasonable business plan,” he said, sounding almost complimentary.
“The guy named himself after Johnny Appleseed,” I told Zhee. “A human from centuries ago who got famous for traveling around and setting up apple orchards on Earth. Everybody likes a guy who brings food wherever he goes. And drink — I think some of those apples were supposed to be the cider variety.”
Zhee flicked his antennae. “Sounds like a very human thing to do,” he said drily.
“Have you tried the Starseed Reds?” the other human asked. “They’re very good.”
“No I haven’t, but I’d like to!” I said. “I’ve heard good things. I was kind of hoping to cross paths with him at some point. I wouldn’t mind a tiny apple tree in my quarters. Of course, the cat might get at it, and I’d probably have to find a grow lamp…”
She opened a boxy hip pocket, and pulled out the shiniest red apple I’d seen in a while. “Here you go.”
“Thank you!” I said, taking it eagerly. “That’s very generous!”
She waved it off. “Like I said, we’ve got a big crop. And I’ve got a different one that I’m saving for when I get off shift.” From another pocket, she produced a red apple with distinct orange stripes. “Which should be as soon as I get the supplies back to base.”
I laughed. “Is that the booze kind? I didn’t think those were real!”
“Oh yes,” she said with relish, putting it back in the pocket. “Starseed Cider Apples, no fermenting required!”
Zhee cocked his head, faceted eyes looking at both of us. “Poisonous apples?”
“Alcoholic apples,” I corrected, knowing full well that he considered that to be the same thing.
Zhee pushed the hover cart back toward the ship with a dramatic head tilt and antennae swirl. “Now that sounds like a human thing to do.”
“Well, you’re not wrong there,” I said with a smile. I thanked the other human and followed him, taking a bite of my non-alcoholic apple. It really was good.
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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come!
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imperihoe-writes · 10 months
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"Want to lie down?"
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Jake Sully / !fem!Avatar!Reader
this is a continuation of "We'll play a bit rougher, hm?" and "Who owns you?", but it can be read on its own! (Why would you tho, it's TRIPLE the amount of porn with little plot babe, go indulge.)
Summary:  Exhausted, Jake seeks some quiet and comfort in the arms of the woman that has been on his mind for weeks now. She's happy to unwind with him, in more ways than one.
Content:  cuddles, mentions of Jake's disability and human war, semi-public sex, clothes on, slow sex, oral, pretty dick appreciation, praise kink, reverse cowgirl, throat grabbing, overstimulation, dirty talk, mild dom/sub undertones, top reader (guess who's back, back again)
↳ No y/n mentions.
Word Count:  3.9k
Part:    1 / 2 / 3 / ?
Notes:  For the sweet anon who asked if I would continue this and requested some domestic affection! ✨ I wasn‘t sure if I should tag my girlies from the previous parts, let me know if I should next time? 🫶🏻🌙
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"Wanna try some?" Jake's dark voice interrupted their comfortable silence. He reached out to a small side table, uncorking the dubious-looking bottle he'd been drinking from before. 
"Oh, yes please," she drawled sarcastically but sat up from where she'd leaned against his chest. Taking the offered glass, she gave it a tentative sniff. It smelled sweet, like peaches and cherries. 
"Not bad actually," she smiled after gulping down a few sips of the thick liquid, pleasantly surprised.
"Norm ferments it from some of the local fruit growing around here," he shrugged, watching her mouth as she took another sip. The alcohol burned a little as it went down but left a nice tingle on her tongue.
He growled quietly, abruptly brushing his broad hand over the back of one of her thighs, pulling it closer towards him and around his waist, before hauling her in completely. She let out a tiny, undignified squeak that she would deny until the end of her days as she came to rest on his lap fully. One hand still clutched her glass, the other scrambled for balance on his shoulder.
It was easy for Jake to lean up and capture her mouth with his, nibbling on her lower lip until she was flushed and squirming. She kissed him back greedily, tasting the drink on his tongue as she gently sucked on it, briefly grinding against his lap. 
He wasn't hard though, and Jake grumbled something unintelligible before he kissed the soft skin of her collarbones and trailed his big hands lower. They came to rest comfortably in that silky space between thigh and ass cheek, distracting as hell.
She wasn't sure what would feel better: for Jake to grab harder until his fingers left bruises to remember him by, or if he slid his index finger lower and between her legs.
Completely undeterred by her twitching hips however, Jake seemed content to just enjoy himself with her presence there. It made her smile in secret, butterflies starting up like they always did whenever she thought of him.
Eventually, she trailed a few kisses over his jaw and to the corner of his mouth, before leaning back and studying his face once more. He lounged against the soft hammock, brushing his fingers over to the dip of her hips and waist. She'd found him like this, relaxing by himself on the back porch of the lab, the moons illuminating him like some kind of god. 
Dionysus, she thought with a smirk, as Jake took another sip of his own glass.
"I haven't seen you around at all," she said, drawing circles on his lower stomach. The muscles there twitched under her touch. "Whenever I'm around you're always gone. Grace told me you're hardly sleeping."
He closed his eyes for a few moments, and they swayed in the half-dark, night lights of the test stations shining on them from beyond the windows.
"I... prefer being in the Avatar form," he said eventually, circling her hipbones with his thumbs. "It gives me more freedom. Sometimes I forget to sleep or eat for a while, so Grace tells me off until I do."
He'd said the last part with a fond eye-roll, before grinning suddenly.
"You've been asking about me then?" He teased her, and the flicker of satisfaction on his face made her thighs clench around him. She was so fucked.
"Of course," she tried to go for a nonchalant tone, but the deepening smirk told her it wasn't working. "I just thought it would be nice to talk as humans once in a while, see each other without the tail and blue skin and all that."
The knowing glint in his eyes made her flush and fidget in his lap, feeling caught in... well. What exactly? It's not like wanting to grab a coffee with an attractive guy was a crime, was it?
"I see," he said, looking off to the side before exhaling another deep sigh. "Listen-"
"No, it's fine," she interrupted him quickly, mortified by the apologetic tone. It had been a while, maybe even the first time ever, that she'd been rejected in person. "We don't need to obviously, it was a stupid idea, as Avatars is enough-"
"Just shut up for a minute, yeah?" He growled, sitting up in one fluid motion and pulling her even closer. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, definitely not pouting, and stared somewhere between his ear and the darkness beyond.
"Look at me."
Gritting her teeth, she slowly gazed back into his honey eyes.
"My human body ain't all that, sweetheart," he said slowly, voice low as his warm hands wandered up her lower back. "Spine got fucked when I was stationed in Iraq. I like the Avatar because I have full control over myself. And when I'm with you," he said, leaning forward and planting some open-mouthed kisses along the tops of her breasts, just over the space where she had folded her arms tightly. "I can touch you how I want, throw you around, fuck you as rough as you need it."
"Jake," she whispered, wide-eyed and speechless for a second. She could tell he was uncomfortable about this topic and tried to divert her thoughts to sex instead, but she found that she wanted to just sit here with him, hear him talk about his past. "I didn't know. I'm sorry."
"You didn't blow up a taxi in the middle of a crowded street in an attempt to kill a bunch of soldiers, did you?" He smiled grimly, and she finally relaxed against him again, circling his neck and shoulders with her arms.
"No," she agreed, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. He hummed, nuzzling his face against hers before lowering himself backwards again, their chests pressed together as he held her close.
Neither of them spoke for a while, both lost in their own thoughts.
"I would still like to eventually meet you," she whispered. "We could just hang out and bitch about the RDA. God knows those fuckers get on my last nerve at the moment. Sometimes I wonder if the pay is even worth it at this point."
Jake shook beneath her in quiet laughter, before he pressed a warm palm into her neck.
"Sure," he agreed eventually, sighing. "Just don't expect too much."
"Well, same here," she rolled her eyes, purring involuntarily as he pushed into the tense muscles. "I wear glasses that make me look like an insect because I'm basically blind. And I'll probably smash three different bowls in an attempt to warm something up."
He chuckled again and she smiled as well, swaying gently from side to side in the calm jungle breeze. Their cheeks were pressed against each other, and a twitch of his ear against hers made her giggle.
Slowly, Jake's pulse combined with the after-effects of the alcohol made her doze off for a little bit.
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Jake woke, disoriented. A warm wet mouth lazily sucked along his neck, his hands instinctively grabbing onto soft thighs that caged him in and slowly ground down onto his hard cock.
"You with me again?"
He groaned at the dark temptation in her voice, at the way her accent dragged over the words like a caress.
"How long did I sleep?" Jake rasped, hissing as she trailed her tongue over his already sensitive skin. And how long have you been working away at me, little minx?
"Not too long," she purred. "If you're lucky, Grace won't come looking for you, yet."
"Don't talk about her right now," he pleaded, bucking his hips up into her, confined in his cargo pants while all that covered her was a few swaths of soft cloth. 
She must have been out with the local clan today. Had he asked her? Did she tell him earlier? Jake felt like he could be forgiven for forgetting, as most of his blood and rational thinking seemed to have travelled south rather rapidly. "Just c'mere."
"Stop moving so much, we'll topple over," she giggled, trying to pin him down with her weight as if she could actually hold him still like that. Cute. Jake allowed it, because their hammock had started to wobble precariously, and he wanted to avoid crushing her in case they fell. Although, on second thought...
"Hold still," he growled, noting with satisfaction how she went pliant against him instantly. 
Tightening his arms around her back, he swung his legs over the edge, before gathering his balance and standing up with her in his arms. He pressed a quick kiss to her shoulder as he swept the soft blanket out from the hammock and lowered her to her feet a moment later. 
She watched him with those observant eyes, as he hastily spread it on the ground. Right underneath the now-dark window of the lab.
When Jake turned back to her he was breathing a bit heavier in anticipation, and his eager, soft face made her smile.
Now that he stood before her, bare-chested and with an obvious bulge, he looked oddly vulnerable and shy all of a sudden. Which was ridiculous, considering that this man had literally fucked her until she had seen stars before.
"Don't you want to lie down, Jake?" She asked softly, taking a step towards him. 
The not-so-deeply buried animal part of her brain purred as he stumbled backwards a bit with each of her movements, his eagerness plain as day. He sprawled out on the blanket, back to the wall as she dropped to her knees in front of him, crawling the last of the distance and in between his legs. 
Jake's hair was still rumpled by his nap, the flush on his cheeks dark as he watched her, eyes flickering between her covered breasts and face as they drew close.
With a smirk, she tilted her head, hands splayed over his open thighs as she leaned in. Their lips brushed, then pressed against each other more firmly. He groaned into the kiss a little, causing goosebumps to rise all over her body. It was unfair, no man should have this much sex appeal in their voice alone.
"Want to suck you off," she mumbled between kisses. Jake thumped his head against the hard metal behind him, breathing heavily as he stared at her from between lowered eyelashes.
"You'll be the fucking death of me one day," he said, brushing a few braids out of her face as she grinned up at him, shuffled back on her knees, briefly kissing his chest and biting into his nipple as she went. 
Jake didn't let go of her hair as she made quick work of his zipper and belt, only pushing them down far enough to free his thick cock. She shot him another amused look as he gathered all her hair in one fist, holding it at the back of her head.
"What a gentleman," she purred, licking at the base of his cock as her hand began to pump him slowly.
"Want to see your face properly," he said, smirking a little. "And it has other perks."
His strong hand tugged her closer, the delicious pull on her scalp tingling down her spine.
Deciding against another comment for now, she gripped him tighter, barely closing her fingers around him as her thumb spread the moisture of his crown around before she chased it with her tongue. Jake groaned softly, keeping her head there as she lapped and sucked along his slit, jerking him off slowly. His hips twitched from time to time, making her purr. 
Resisting against the hand in her hair, she pulled against it, slurping down his cock a little deeper, and stroking along his abdomen with her free hand.
The last time they had done this, she'd been, quite frankly, desperate. 
Unable to fully appreciate the taste of his skin, how heavy he felt on her tongue. But now she was in control, not only of herself but Jake as well. 
With each pass of her mouth, his grip grew more lax, allowing her to go deeper, as he too, slid further down the wall and against her.
She caged him in with her arms, holding him steady as she explored his cock, hollowing out her cheeks to give him a bit more friction when he wasn't hitting the back of her throat. 
Coming up for air, she pumped his length a few times, eyes travelling up to his face, only to find liquid gold staring back already. 
Jake was flushed all the way down to his chest, legs open wide. 
She trailed her tongue along the underside of his cock, down to his balls as her fingers played with the weeping head. Faintly illuminated, she could now make out evenly spaced ridges and bumps that shone in the same way his freckles did.
Fascinated, she sucked into them, running her teeth and tongue over the swollen flesh.
Jake whined.  
Delighted, she did it again, watching his face as he stared at the way her lips stretched over him sideways. He trusted her sharp teeth on his most vulnerable places enough to pull her closer by the hair, almost desperately rutting against her lips as she gave him a few more kitten licks.
Tightening her grip on his cock, she jerked him off faster, deeper, going along his entire length as her tongue switched between licking off the precum and teasing those little ridges that seemed to be extra sensitive for him. 
"So pretty, Jake," she praised him quietly, and he arched his back with an embarrassed little sound, clearly torn between wanting to hide and asking for more. 
Now that she had all the time in the world, she noticed how his whole body constricted whenever her thumb brushed over the underside of his dick. How his tanhí seemed to ripple with pulsating, faint light, as though waves were crashing behind his ribcage and towards the point where she gave him so much pleasure. 
She felt drunk off the power over him.
"All for me to enjoy, isn't it?" She grinned when he seemed unwilling to respond, and his thighs shuddered violently. 
She took him down all the way this time, fighting against her gag reflex as he panted again, clearly beyond speech. His salty-sweet taste was stronger now, the whole-body twitches a near constant as she doubled her efforts to get him off, uncaring about her own pleasure.
But clearly Jake had a different idea of how their night was going to go, because suddenly, her head was pulled back by her braids with a wet pop, releasing his cock.
"C'mere, c'mere," he slurred, wrapping his free hand around her throat as he dragged her over his chest, devouring her spit-slick mouth like a starving man. Jake trembled slightly as he manoeuvred them into an upright position, kissing her pouting mouth again and again until she giggled into it.
He turned her around hastily, nuzzling into her neck from behind as his big hands started kneading her breasts. She sighed, softly, shifting her hips and ass to accommodate his lap and thick thighs better. Jake's weeping cock was right there, jutting up between her legs. 
He was making a mess of her outfit, smearing his precum all over the soft material. She greedily pressed one hand against his dick, trapping him between her palm and still-covered pussy.
Jake whined again, rutting up against her as best as he could, biting and sucking into her neck. The sensations and his desperation made her eyes roll back for a moment, his dark scent all around and over her, mingling with that cloying jungle sweetness in the humid air. 
She probably could climax like this easily, with his dick dragging the wet fabric over her clit and entrance just right. For a moment, she considered if she should order him to go harder or allow him the freedom of setting his own pace.
"You feel so good like this," Jake groaned, hips surging upwards and cock leaking as his voice broke over the last word. "Taste so good, smell so good. All mine."
Something about the ruined, blissed-out way he spoke and moved flipped a switch inside of her. 
Pushing away from him, she ground her hips in a slow circle, before grabbing his knees to steady herself. Jake exhaled shakily, moving his hands from her breasts to her hips, dragging her back into him in a desperate attempt to keep her close.
"Baby, what-"
Lazily pushing aside her loincloth, not even bothering to untie it, she rubbed her soaking-wet pussy over his pulsating dick. 
"Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet," she said, slicking him up a little more before raising her hips and pressing the head of his cock against her entrance. 
She hardly recognized her own voice, so thick with desire for him that forming the proper English words became harder and harder.
When she slid down on him in one smooth movement, they both moaned. The stretch was incredible, his length impossibly deep at this angle. Bouncing her ass a little bit made her breathless, the air all but sucked out of her as he hit that spot within that almost felt like too much. Almost. Leaning forward again, she braced her feet on the floor and shuffled her knees back as he slid out slowly, almost all the way. 
One look over her shoulder made her grin, as Jake's eyes were focused only on the spot where his cock disappeared into her. His calloused hands pried apart her ass cheeks so he could see even better, making her pant at the added stimulation in her core.
She moved over his cock slowly, riding him in lazy circles and holding him down at the knees, pressing him back against the wall whenever he bottomed out within her. It was torture and heaven wrapped up all in one.
Her pussy was wet enough to drown in, leaking all over his balls and lap as Jake let out more and more of those little sounds that she had come to associate with his impending climax. 
"Faster, please, go faster," he begged her quietly, trying to drag her back down harder, straining up into her.
She stopped her movements altogether, smirking at Jake over her shoulder.
"Hold still and let me enjoy myself, then I'll let you cum."
He thumped his head back against the wall, eyes screwed shut as she resumed her slow pace, hands clenching and unclenching over her ass in the most delicious way. 
Doing so well for me, she thought fondly, watching him as she bounced back against him a bit harder, taking in his flushed, open features. So beautiful, too.
Adjusting her angle a little so that he wouldn't hit her too deeply and make her lose control, she finally took pity on him. With one smooth roll of her hips, she started riding him in earnest, circling her hips faster and letting him slide in and out of her wet heat.
Experimentally, she clenched her abdomen and lower muscles, tightening her walls even further.
All Jake could do was let her use him like a toy, panting faster and faster until he finally snapped. He hauled her hips down against his, fucking up into her, making her squeak with each hard thrust. His thighs trembled and shook, and he curled himself around her back as he grunted once, twice, then roughly held her against him as he came deep inside.
It was warm and wet as he slowly pushed his hips into her a few times more before his long fingers curled around her throat in that special way that she loved. 
He leaned them back comfortably, stretching out her body over his as he stayed nestled deep within her, even as his cock started to soften. 
"Think you can keep quiet for me?" Jake rumbled right next to her ear as his other hand slid down her tattooed stomach, playing with her stretched-open pussy. She leaned back into him heavily, head on his shoulder. His index kept sliding over her neglected clit, and her legs twitched uncontrollably the longer he went on. 
"No," she whispered, the quiet admission making him purr in satisfaction. 
"That's okay," he whispered, covering her mouth with his large hand, keeping her right where she was. "I won't let them hear you."
Rationally, she knew that there was no one left in the lab that could overhear them. But the thought of getting caught still had her squirming and whining in his lap like a cat, pressing up against his relentless fingers and breathing heavily.
Jake chuckled, kissed her cheek softly and suddenly rubbed her clit much harder and faster than before. It was quick and dirty, their combined juices squelching between them as he pressed his lips against her temple, holding her in an iron grip as she broke apart piece by piece.
The onslaught of sensation was so violent and sudden, that she could do little else but shatter around him, over him.
He groaned softly as her walls gripped his cock once more, her whines soft and high behind his hand. Jake kept going over and over, until she was a twitching, shuddering mess in his arms. 
"Think you can play with me, hm?" He growled, wringing out another orgasm within a minute or two. She tried shaking her head in denial, tears of pleasure clinging to her lashes but he just chuckled and relished her desperation.
His hips snapped up into hers again, both of them moaning from the overstimulation. It was enough for her to come again, white spots exploding behind closed eyelids as he finally took mercy on her and slowed his thumb over her clit. 
Jake held her like that for several more moments, until she gently tapped against his wrist. He immediately released her mouth, kissing her neck over and over as she panted.
They were both sweaty, back pressed against chest as they caught their breaths, grinning. 
"Wanna go for that coffee tomorrow, princess?" He asked sweetly, and she purred in his lap. 
"I'd love to."
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I finished writing this on my balcony, sipping coffee and enjoying the sun. Life is good and Jake is beautiful. I hope y‘all have a great week! ✨
Thank you for reading! - A 💫
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anemonelovesfiction · 6 months
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Kinktober 8- Voyeurism
Lo’ak X Human Fem Reader; Neteyam watching 👀
Warnings ⚠️: Fingering, Choking, P in V, voyeur Neteyam 😋, OC’s in the beginning for a smidge just for the plot.
I wanted to do something a little crazy and dedicate this chapter to @loaksulluyswife I see you liking and reblogging most of my posts and I wanted to show some appreciation to you as well, thank you for being you and thank you for liking my writing 😭
No use of Y/n in this so I’m happy! This shit is hard for me to do. Sorry for the late posts, I keep getting depressed asf (the weather aint helping) and I keep wanting to delete things.
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Syulang: Flower
Tewng: Loincloth
Word Count: 2.5 K
“What about you, who would you rather sleep with, Lo’ak or Neteyam?” One of my friend’s, Amber, asks me. We were sitting in a circle, taking swigs of whatever fermented alcoholic drink we were able to snag from the party the Omatikaya were having outside of the base of operations, between myself and the other two before me I shrug. Spider usually hung out with whenever he wasn’t partaking in their celebrations or hanging with the kids we were currently discussing.
“I don’t think either of them would be willing to sleep with a human.” I answered honestly and feel the two girls before me groan in frustration and seem upset at my answer.
“What?” I ask as my eyes widened, I thought being honest was the best route to go for me, but judging by the looks of distaste on both the girls face that wasn’t what they wanted.
“We wanna know whose dick you’re thirsty for, not what they want.” Ashley speaks this time.
“Why is that such a big deal?” I asked while attempting to take a swig of the drink, feeling it snatched out of my hands, and I sigh.
“You look like a Neteyam girl.” Amber, the one who’d snatched the drink from my hands speaks, the same person I’d known since we were in diapers
“No way, she definitely wants Lo’ak.”
“What if I said both? Would the two of you stop bickering and let me get a drink?” I ask as I hold my hand out, expecting her to hand the alcohol back and see her scoff, taking a drink herself and passing it toward Ashley.
“Come on, Amber, what the fuck.” I groan.
“That’s such a cop out, please tell me you’re a Lo’ak girl, you have to choose one.” Ashley asks with a hopeful tone in her voice and I about roll my eyes in her direction.
“Fine, Lo’ak, with Neteyam watching. Is that good enough for you?”
“In your face Amber, I told you she wanted Lo’ak.”
“She said she wanted Neteyam to watch!” She rebuts and I roll my eyes as she is givedn the drink again, having had enough I roll my eyes and stand, heading over to place a mask on my face and hearing the hiss signal that it was properly positioned, I didn’t feel like staying here and being denied alcohol. Plus I could hang out with Spider and his friends and it would be a nice change of pace from being stuck in here, Norm was in his link unit and I’m sure he’d be fine with it.
“Where are you going?” One of them yells out to catch my attention but I wave her off.
“Anywhere the two of you aren’t, that way I can get drunk.” I stated quickly and opened the door leading me into a small area for the oxygen to get neutralized, shutting it quickly to prevent the other two from seeking an invitation out with me, opening the second door out into the atmosphere of high camp.
It doesn’t take me long to spot out a table with a couple of drinks in the custom made jars they had, the intricate designs on them each meant the bottle held something different. I wasn’t in the mood to drink something that would get me drunk faster because the taste was usually worse, the phantom sting coursing through my throat at that moment made me shiver from the last time I’d drank from the jar with the purple designs on them. I wanted something painted in a turquoise and spotted several, they often incorporated their fruits into it and made it taste sweeter.
I smile and start setting a course to make my way toward the table, thinking of where I could enjoy the delicacy and figuring getting drunk in Pandoran atmosphere was probably not the best idea because I could end up forgetting to put my mask back on, but before I could even make it halfway to my destination, a tug pulls my concentration- and my body- off toward the left, my legs blindly following the semi familiar touch and my heart yearning for another drink.
“What the fuck-“ I stated before being shoved up against the slanted rock, my own breath coming out as a gasp at the feeling, eyes widening at the action as I stare at a pair of familiar eyes and feeling anger boiling over.
“What is wrong with you!” I stated angrily.
“I thought you wouldn’t mind if I brought you out here with me, syulang.” He lightly pinches one of my cheeks and lets out a chuckle as I swat his hand away angrily, all I wanted was to sneak some alcohol and enjoy it in a quiet place.
“You cost me some booze.” I stated as I crossed my arms and notice the smirk had yet to leave his lips, wanting to slap it off his face.
“I have an idea in mind on how I can make it up to you,” He offers and it has me raising a brow, eyeing him up and down, eyes squinting at his proposition.
“I might not be able to fulfill all of it but it might help, it’s up to you.” He shrugs smugly and I was starting to picture the different ways I could beat his ass at the moment, he was too vague for my liking.
“What are you going on about now?” I sigh.
“If my mind serves me right, You have to choose one, fine Lo’ak with Neteyam watching.” He tilts his head to the side, had this been a different circumstance I would have laughed along to his antics, but considering the situation I wanted Eywa to open up a hole in the ground to swallow me up.
“That’s not fuckin’ funny, dammit, you weren’t even supposed to be there-“ I cut myself off as a realization hits me.
“-What were you doing there anyway? Don’t tell me you were sneaking in to find Norm’s laptop so you could jerk off to some porn.” I began by letting a smile start revealing itself on my lips, watching his own smirk falter lightly, and feeling surprised at his reaction, ears drooping slightly before they pick up again.
“No bullshit?” I ask immediately and his eyes pick up again, eyes looking between mine before a smile settles on his features.
“To which one?”
“Your offer.” I crossed my arms, lifting my chin defiantly, not bothering to shy away from staring at his eyes.
“Can you even take me?” He crosses his own arms and looks down at me.
“I dunno, you seem quiet enough to make it seem like you have a big dick, do you?” I tilt my head slightly toward the side and watch him fight a smile.
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This isn’t the first time Lo’ak has been known to disappear, and as always, it had been my duty to retrieve him and bring him home, just for our father to reprimand him for his childish behaviors for disappearing. I’d seen him take off toward the link pods where Kiri’s mother was kept and had taken to peeking near the windows to only see two inebriated females laughing at something.
I must have mistook the sense of direction he’d taken, but even Spider had pointed toward where my brother went after I asked politely, both of them having pointed toward where the humans kept their machines to connect to their avatars. I head back to check and see if he’d been anywhere near the outer edged of the party where a lot of couples had taken to talk or sometimes decided it was appropriate to be intimate.
But I turn my head sharply once I catch the slightest whiff of his scent, taking a cautious step forward and sniffing the air around me, assuring that his scent is getting stronger, and slightly mingled with the other tawtute Spider likes to hang out with. I continue making my way down the path he must have taken earlier, wanting to know what the skxawng had been up to and why he thought he could sneak away when our father told him to stay near.
It doesn’t take long for me to find him, back facing me and he seems to be crouched down a bit, I want to yell out his name just as something lurches in my abdomen, a specific scent I’d only smelled a handful of times hits my nose and I stop myself from approaching him. Ears picking up the sound of his activities.
“See, I told you, you were worried over nothing.” He speaks in a hushed tone, almost soothing, something he rarely does.
“Look at how well you’re already taking my fingers.” I hear him mutter. I knew I should have left at that moment once I heard the sounds being made from the woman below him, her heavy breaths turning into soft moans, but I felt frozen in my spot listening to them, wanting to hear more as well.
“Your fingers are huge,” My eyes widen a bit as I realize whose voice it belongs to and feel my entire body straighten up once more, I really shouldn’t be here, and almost as if on cue, I can see Lo’ak moving out of the way just enough for me to see her facial expressions and blood was starting to pump toward my cock, hardening at the sight of her face alone.
“That’s not the only thing thats huge-“ He states and I can practically hear the smirk in his voice, mentally rolling my eyes at his comment, but standing here while watching her face with the light of the moon and plants glowing in the dark of night had me palming my growing erection, begging to be released from the confines of my tewng.
“Go fa-faster, please-“ I can hear her breathing getting heavier and from the angle I can see her body at, I can tell she’s moving her hips against his fingers, hearing him groan as his gaze shifts downward.
“I could just watch you fuck yourself on my fingers instead, syulang.” He mumbles and she gasps right as I hear a wet squelching sound, indicating he’d started moving his fingers faster, I palmed myself faster, the slight pain of being kept hidden inside my tewng was making my stomach bubble with anticipation of needing to come.
“Fuck Lo, I’m close-“ She pants out and I watch as he withdraws his hands from her, her protests being louder than her moans from earlier, the fingers he’d been thrusting inside of her glistening with the light provided and my ears flicker back, a blush settling on my face, I stop the groan building in my throat and see Lo’ak bringing his wet fingers in his own mouth.
He groans at the taste and I can feel my jealousy grow, how lucky he must have been to get a taste of her on his tongue, my hands balled up into fists and I’m almost tempted to walk over and punch him, but I shamefully remembered the erection I was sporting, knowing it was between walking away and letting myself grow soft, or allowing myself the pleasures of watching their activities and coming while watching them, and I found myself sliding my tewng off, erection slapping my thigh and I look back up to find Lo’ak lining himself with her entrance.
“Fuck-“ I groan right when I see her face scrunch up as he inserts the tip, holding her up at the perfect angle to see every bit of her body, the eyes she had once shut had opened as she looks right at me, eyes widening a bit, taking in a breath as Lo’ak pushes in further.
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I bit my lip to stop myself from making any more noise and pawed at Lo’ak’s shoulder, I still kept eye contact with Neteyam and saw his hand gripping his already hardened cock, feeling myself squeeze around Lo’ak at the sight and seeing his green eyes look up at mine.
“This is what you wanted, no?” He asks me right as he slides in further and I gasp, a broken moan being ripped out of me and catching movement from the corner of my eye, snapping them back to the older brother and catching him stroking his cock.
“Oh fuck-“ I mutter as Lo’ak bottoms out, stretching my cunt wide just to fit himself in snugly, eyes on Neteyam, moaning at him, right as Lo’ak slides back out.
“Faster.” I command, watching as Neteyam picks up his pace and bites his own lip to keep his noise down, his shaft glistening as his precome seems to slide out his fat head like a river, allowing my pussy to flutter around Lo’ak. Feeling his pace pick up after I’d stated that and throwing my head back with a moan, hands gripping harshly at Lo’ak’s shoulders.
My eyes shut harshly right as Lo’ak places one of his hands around my neck, squeezing the sides gently, his cheek nuzzling mine.
“Open those pretty eyes syulang, let him know how good I’m making you feel.” He grunts in my ear before pulling his face away, squeezing on my neck more, my hips moving against his and the sounds coming from my pussy could not be mistaken for any other activity.
Lazily dragging my eyes over to Neteyam who’d been matching his brothers pace, he’d been staring at my cunt, but shifted his gaze toward mine the second I looked over. I could tell he was breathing heavily, by the desperate look on his face, his hips starting to meet his hands thrusts, and how he’d squeezed the head right as he stroked it, I knew he was close.
“Lemme come, please-“ I whine, attempting to keep my legs spread, just to give Neteyam the view he’d been staring at this entire time.
“Of course you can.” Lo’ak grunts as he picks up the pace.
“N-not you, Teyam, lemme come, please.”
Any and every feeling in my body was set on fire as Neteyam faltered in his own ministrations as the realization hits, but picks up his pace again and groans freely, my own hips attempting to meet the fast pace Lo’ak has set.
“Fuck, thats hot,” Lo’ak moans lightly, ears pressed back as he squeezes harder on my neck, but my eyes never leave Neteyam’s.
“Please, m’close!” I beg just to finally see his nod of approval and allow myself to leg go, the waves of ecstasy crashing over my body, biting my lip in an attempt to keep my eyes open, watching Neteyam spill over his fists, Lo’ak never faltering in his pace as he comes inside.
“So how about next time I watch?” The man directly in front of me asks and although I’m still weak in the knees from the post-orgasmic bliss I make a face but smile at his comment, nodding my head lightly.
“You’re the biggest dumbass-“ Neteyam calls out only to get cut off by his brother.
“She said yes.”
“She said yes?”
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okay okay lemme just explain this real quick because oh my dark gaia i have so much to say about the aerated bread company
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okay to start it off, the aerated bread company was originally a bakery chain in london known for a special method of making bread with machines that skipped the fermentation process used by most bread makers at the time by putting carbon dioxide into the process and producing carbonic acid gas.
this very element of the aerated bread company was widely debated as some people saw the way the bread was now kneaded by machinery and made quickly with carbon dioxide as a step into the future and some saw it as an abandoning of the traditional ways of bread making.
john dauglish, the inventor of the method and founder of the company, received an patent for the method in 1856, received a silver medal from the royal society of the arts, and had his methods highly recommended by many physicians and sanitarians at the time, even using the method in hospitals due to the cleanliness of the machine bread. the process was also cheaper and made it so the company could sell it at lower prices than other london bakeries. it was so well received that even americans were fascinated by the dauglish bread making process. while it is no longer used today, the process lasted for a century or so before being replaced by the chorleywood bread process which is now still in use today.
not everyone was a fan however. many classic bakers saw the innovation as a blasphemy to the way bread was supposed to be done. they believed that fermentation was the only way to make bread and that by taking that and hand kneading out of the process, the aerated bread company was doing a disservice to the art as a whole. traditional bread makers, in order to combat the cheapness of the aerated bread company's bread, marketed their usage of gin in their traditional bread as it was thought to have medical benefits at the time due to the juniper berries fermented to make it. despite this however, the aerated bread company continued to be popular with rapidly rising stocks and continued demand with bakery after bakery opening in the area
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however, bread wasn't the only thing made by the aerated bread company as you may have figured out from this short mention. in 1864 they opened their tearoom in fenchurch street railroad station and the chain only grew from there. many things were offered in addition to tea as you can see from the menu above. at the aerated bread company's peak in 1923 they had 250 tea shops in london, other towns in england, and even sydney, australia!
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just like the bread-making process that gave the aerated bread company it's name however, the tea shops had quite a bit of controversy. one of the biggest things going for them was the stores involvement in the women's right movement (making this particular choice of tearoom interesting at a time when mina is currently being disregarded by the men in her life) the tearooms were one of the first public places in victorian england where women could eat alone or with women friends, without a male escort. women's social clubs would even be set up above the shops in a few rare instances. this was complicated slightly by the poor payment of women workers by the company, they did not even originally pay women workers which eventually changed when protest was raised by women who frequented the tearooms. despite this, it was recommended by women's rights activists as a good place to organize and socialize without male escorts.
not everyone liked the tearooms though. one particularly bitter opponent to the tearooms was george orwell, author of books such as animal farm and nineteen eighty four. he stated on the shops that they were a "sinister strand in English catering, the relentless industrialisation that was overtaking it...everything comes out of a carton or a tin, or is hauled out of a refrigerator or squirted out of a tap or squeezed out of a tube" also one customer in a sydney tearoom claimed to have found a mouse baked into her pie, sueing for a thousand euros. the claim was found to be faked and the judge did not rule in her favor but it was still interesting
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what happened to the aerated bread company? well, it did very good for a long period of time but like all good things (or at least somewhat good things) it came to an end. nothing really interesting happened in its closing, parts of it were liquidated in other countries and it was bought by the allied bakeries in 1955. the company ceased operations fully in 1982 and now all that is left of the aerated bread company are the ghosts of signs left over the doors to other shops.
and that's the aerated bread company for the interested!
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recklessfiction · 10 months
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What to Do when you Travel to the City
There's a great nightlife. Long stretches of city blocks radiating blinding neon, frenzied beats thrumming up from the asphalt, humming along to the violent slaughter taking place around you. Let your cheek and lips be painted red by another, fall into feverish affections, rhapsodize.
Prior to 5:30 AM weekdays, all Skytrains will be making scheduled detours into the throat of the God of Deep Anguish. Customers traveling between West Broadway Station and 5th should plan for at least 20 minutes of extra travel time and prepare for some crowding on trains and platforms.
The Gardens of Excess will be having their annual Summer Flower Festival this July. Please remember to keep emotionally malleable individuals out of reach of the fruit trees. Employees of The Gardens will not be held responsible for any marriage or germination that may occur between guests and the Unrelenting Abundances.
The beaches that surround the City are great to visit with the entire family. The sand burns the soles of your feet and pierces your skin when kicked up by the wind. The only escape is the ocean and it has been reaching for you all the while. You did not notice the rising tide but now it has reached well past your waist and it pulls. You feel the ground disappear beneath your feet and then...nothing but the sea. You fight to keep your head above the water but it tugs at your ankles, impatient and eager to embrace you in full, to show you its depths. This is a struggle you will not win.
The Night Market is open once again! From April to November come by and sample strange, fermented corruptions, experience Death In Perpetuity, and stock up on gifts for Christmas like featureless iron masks, the gift of prophecy, or a seat on the throne of a kingdom in dreams. Whatever your wishes are, the Night Market is a great place to strike an unpleasant bargain, win or lose yourself in hand to hand combat, or just people watch.
Be sure to visit the dungeons while you're here. Our Wizards have made sure that every moment you spend within these vile halls is both foul and incredibly distressing. You will encounter incredible creatures not from this plane of existence and many have even carved out their own eyes when faced with the horrors. Hundreds enter the gates every year and none have ever emerged but you could be the first!
As host to many cosmically traumatic events such as the divine nascence of The Stairs and the cataclysmic joining of Man To His Beloved and Wretched, the City boasts a number of unique and exciting tourist destinations. Witness first hand the crater left in the wake of Her Movement or the forest that blossomed forth at the climax of the Great Pestilence. Keep up to date on weather reports and the movement of the beings by downloading our city's informational app or visiting our website.
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Small Mod: Craft Horse Treats with Vet Skill
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The cross-pack compatibility of Horse Ranch is a complete mess. Here's a small mod that allows you to craft horse treats on vet medicine station!
Features
Craft the two horse treats included with Horse Ranch on the vet medicine station!
Horse Age-Up Treat (Vet Skill Level 6): Age up your horses.
Horsebrosia (Vet Skill Level 10): Revive a ghost horse.
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This mod also adds several original horse treats:
Tense-Free Treat (Vet Skill Level 1): Remove all tense moodlets of a horse. Foal friendly.
Fearless Treat (Vet Skill Level 1): Remove all scared moodlets of a horse. Foal friendly.
Cooling Soothie (Vet Skill Level 1): Remove all angry moodlets of a horse. Foal friendly.
Bodybuilder Treat (Vet Skill Level 2): Slows down the speed a horse gets fatigued in 3 hours.
Haystack of Happiness (Vet Skill Level 3): Makes a horse happy. Foal friendly.
Temperament Booster (Vet Skill Level 4): Boosts Temperament skill gain in 3 hours. Foal friendly.
A Taste of Championship (Vet Skill Level 5): Makes a horse confident. Foal friendly.
Horse Age-Down Treat (Vet Skill Level 6): Age down your horse.
Fertilizer Powder (Vet Skill Level 7): Makes a horse instantly create an outstanding manure, making them fatigued.
Renegade Taffy (Vet Skill Level 7): Makes a horse throw off anyone who tries to ride on its back in 3 hours.
Fermented Hosey-pop (Vet Skill Level 7): Prevents a horse from throwing off anyone who tries to ride on its back in 3 hours.
Juicy Refresher (Vet Skill Level 8): Instantly makes a horse not fatigued.
Endurance Booster (Vet Skill Level 8): Boosts Endurance skill gain in 3 hours.
Agility Booster (Vet Skill Level 9): Boosts Agility skill gain in 3 hours.
Spring Booster (Vet Skill Level 9): Boosts Jumping skill gain in 3 hours.
Crispy Victory (Vet Skill Level 10): Makes a horse eligible for entering another horse competition in a single day.
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The tag on your last reblog got me curious so now I'm gonna give you a chance, how does vinegar affect pickling and what kind of vinegars are there for pickling?
(i love pickled stuff so i might learn something new here)
KICKS DOWN THE FUCKING DOOR
ok so. you have white distalled vinegar, fruit cider vinegar (typically apple), malt vinegar, and the wine vinegars (rice, red, white, champagne). those are the ones i know anyway. there's also balsamic but that's so expensive and intense i can't imagine pickling with it. the vinegars all pickle items the same, roughly speaking; my rice wine is only 4.2% acidity (my others are 5% acidity, which is about what you want) so it's less acidic than my other ones but there's not a meaningful difference in pickling.
but what the vinegars do is affect the flavor. and they're a big influence on the taste of the pickles, arguably more than any seasoning. here i documented a basic flavor profile for the vinegars i have at home, to give you an idea of how the flavor of each vinegar would affect the pickled item. most pickled things use white distalled vinegar; it has a good tang but not a strong flavor, which showcases the flavor of the pickled item and any seasonings. it's also very cheap and easy to get in bulk. but if you're dealing with strong vinegars like white wine, their flavor is so intense it can overwhelm the pickled item itself, especially if not diluted.
which brings me to dilution. when i make pickles, i do a 1:1 water:vinegar ratio. some people go all vinegar, and some people go only water. for me, the 1:1 ratio gives a strong vinegar flavor while having the water dilute it enough that the vinegar flavor doesn't swallow everything. 1 cup rice wine might not be bad on its own but a full cup of white wine? that would be terrible. as an aside i don't like white wine that much because it's really if you don't have the exact right amount it's impossible to taste anything but that. ruined some otherwise delicious apples but that's just me. so anyway if you do want to use stronger vinegars, it's better to do it with other milder vinegars. those vinegars will cut the intensity of the stronger vinegar while bringing their own unique flavor, like if you used red wine vinegar with its fruity tang then cut it with rice wine's dry sweetness. with this being said, malt vinegar is often used on its own in things like english pickled onions. i've never had nor used malt vinegar before so i can't account for taste or usage.
so there you go. tl;dr: vinegar affects pickles by taste primarily and you can use those tastes in different ways.
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Between the Black and Gray 6
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Fen and Ma-ren made their way down station until they reached the main promenade. This was pointedly separate from the Human/K'laxi space and was a much nicer place to walk around. Plants, open spaces, even large windows gave the promenade a breezy, friendly look that the forty third floor lacked.
They rounded a corner and came upon an anonymous shop entrance with the Gren's dotted and slashed script above stating that it was a Gren Familial Association. Fen shook her head. She figured that gangsters were gangsters no matter what species they were.
As she and Ma-ren pushed open the doors and entered the club, the bouncer behind a lectern at the entrance was startled awake. He growled but then saw who it was. "Fen. Ma-ren." He yawned, and his mouthparts stretched as his jaw opened wide. "Tam'itarr is in the back, he's waiting for you."
Fen grunted thanks, and they walked towards the back of the club. It was only mid afternoon now, and the club was mostly empty. A few old regular sat in the large overstuffed chairs the Gren preferred, with a long front instead of a back to accommodate their reverse articulated legs. Ma-ren waved to a few regulars she knew and got mouthpart gestures and grunts of acknowledgement in return.
The back was much the same. Here, a Tylan was cleaning the bar, while a Sefigan was moving chairs and cleaning the floor underneath. They both nodded at Ma-ren and Fen, but did not stop working. Seated in a large, round booth was Tam'itarr with his son Tam and a few other Gren. Fen wasn't an expert at Gren physiology, but Tam looked upset. Tam'itarr however, spread his arms wide.
"Fen and Ma-ren! My favorite refugees! I am so glad you received my invitation to come and say hello. Please, sit! I'll have someone bring you a drink. Ma-ren, I managed to procure a small supply of chamomile, would you like a cup?"
Chamomile Tea, a K'laxi favorite has nearly passed into legend once they left Colonial Space. Ma-ren had never had it, and she would hear stories from her parent's parents about it. Her eyes went wide and her tail flicked. "Sure Tam'itarr, thank you."
"Don't think I have forgotten you either, Fen. In this same shipment, I managed to get ahold of a case of actual Parvatian wine. The real stuff. None of us can drink it, but I'd be honored to let you have a bottle and tell us how it is."
Fen blinked. None of the species here can consume alcohol, so it's hard to come by. There are home fermentations and distilleries of course, but it's all this side of drain cleaner. Fen can't recall seeing a bottle of wine in anything other than a novel or show her entire life.
"S-sure Tam'itarr, thanks. I'll try it and let you know." A Tylan brought out a dusty bottle and handed it to Fen and then disappeared behind the bar. "Tam'itarr, I don't wish to sound ungrateful, but why are you being so nice?"
Tam'itarr chuckled and patted his son on his back. "Tam here told me earlier about his run-in with the newbie. It's been a while since we've had new humans here, and it seems that this one is... different. Vel also mentioned that you and him had gone over to Spyglass and were inside for nearly a whole day."
Ma-ren shrugged and she flicked her tail. "He wanted to see the ship, he's interested in old stuff." The Tylan bartender brought out a steaming mug of tea and set it in front of Ma-ren, and gestured to Fen. She handed him the bottle and he deftly popped the cork. He glugged a measure of burgundy liquid into a glass and offered it to her.
"A new human shows up, deftly avoids my son's welcome wagon-" Tam glared, but said nothing "-and then is taken to Spyglass by you two, stays inside for a day and also knows a lot about 'old stuff'." Tam'itarr leans forward. "You can see why I'm interested, ladies. This human knows things. Whether they are useful things or dangerous things remains to be seen, but I would like to meet him. Please arrange it."
Fen took a sip of the wine. It was much less sour than she thought it would be. It was round and coated her mouth. The wine was on a completely different level than the hooch the local humans made. "Tam'itarr this is amazing" Fen blurted. Tam'itarr leaned back and his mouthparts smiled. "Excellent. Swing by with this human today or tomorrow, and we'll consider everything square." The bartender returned with a small box of tea for Ma-ren and another bottle of wine for Fen.
They exited the social club, gifts carefully wrapped and worked their way back up to their level. On the lift, Ma-ren looked at Fen. "We shouldn't have accepted those gifts."
"Probably not, no." Fen shrugged. "You know as well as I do that you don't say no to Tam'itarr, and at least he is trying to be nice first. We'll ask Gord to come along and meet him. Maybe it's nothing bad."
"Fen, he's a human from who-knows-where who knows a lot about old ships and is apparently way older than he lets on. He said he knew Spyglass."
"He's not a human, remember? He's an AI. I thought that they never left Colonial Space."
"That's what I thought too, but he's here. Maybe he's looking for something"
Fen gestured. "Or he's on the run. Still, Tam'itarr wants to meet him. Gord has already proven he can take care of himself. We'll just be honest. Show him the gifts, explain how he's the local power on the station and say he wants to meet him. I'm sure Gord will go along with it."
Ma-ren wasn't so sure, but she didn't say anything. They dropped off their gifts at home and wandered the floor until they saw Gord. He was sitting on a bench, reading his battered pad. When they approached, he looked up and smiled. "Hi Fen and Ma-ren! How are things?"
Fen nodded. "Not bad Gord. What's up with Spyglass?"
Gord closed the pad and put it down carefully. "She's... doing better. I brought her up to speed more on things and she agrees for now to keep a low profile. I'm hopeful we can scare up some parts to repair her reactors so she has two going. She can move under her own power then. It would be nice to reinstall more, but I don't know if we'll be able to do that here. I'd probably have to head back for something like that" He trailed off.
"Back? Back where Gord?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Back to human space Fen, it's not gone."
"They sure act like it's gone out here Gord. Nobody has ever talked about going home. When any of us asked as kids, we were told it's impossible."
"I could see why your folks would say that yes. Things are... different now than they were when they left. Your families were fleeing the Empire, and they're still around, but life goes on." Gord shrugged. "Most people just keep their heads down and live."
"What's it like? Back in Colonial space?"
Gord looked past them and thought a moment. "It's different than out here. It's hard to explain. Well, no, that's not true. Humans and K'laxi aren't refugees back there. But don't mistake that for more freedom. If you're not a part of the Empire, the best you can hope for is to be left alone, though that never lasts."
"What if you are a part of the Empire?"
Gord smiled wryly. "They don't want people like me, I don't know. I've always been 'part of the problem'. It's just now that we're almost gone, they've turned their attention on others. That's probably why your families left, you became inconvenient and were next up to be 'taken care of.'"
Fen stared at Gord. "You can't go back, can you? You'll be caught and killed."
Gord sighed. "No, I can't really go back. I got away once by the skin of my teeth, and all I had with me were the clothes on my back, my pad and my pack of AI cores. If I go back then I will most likely be killed, yes."
"So you can't go get more reactors for Spyglass."
"Even if I could go back, there aren't anymore Starjumpers. If I had some printable mass, her printers could make more, but it's a long, slow process and it doesn't matter, because we have no printable mass." Gord shook his head. "We're stuck here unless we can make something that doesn't exist." Gord hung his head.
Fen stared at Ma-ren. "Gord, we were... invited to speak with Tam'itarr," Ma-ren said. He's Tam's father and the local gang leader. He wants to meet you."
Gord lifted up his head. "He does? Why?"
Fen crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Really Gord? You got around his son's shakedown and practically ran to Spyglass, something nobody here has been interested in for decades. You caught his attention and he wants to know your deal."
"Okay, okay, that's fair. I should be better at this. I was just so excited to hear that a Starjumper survived."
"Gord, what happened to the Starjumpers?"
"They were destroyed Fen. We were destroyed."
"Who did it? The humans?"
Gord looked up at Fen and Ma-ren. "It's complicated, and painful, and sad. I don't really want to go into any more detail than I have already right now. The short answer is everyone did it, through ignorance and hubris and treachery. We were never a large population, not even in the tens of millions. I have no idea how many are left, either free an autonomous like me, or shackled like Spyglass was. Most old human ships required an AI to operate them. They could have been refitted to be run by a crew, or have a shackled AI to run them but not have any agency. I've seen both." He stood. "You can see why it's important for me to get Spyglass up and fully operational. Ideally she needs four reactors reinstalled, and her two existing ones overhauled. I could name a dozen places that we could take her for that, but if any still exist, we wouldn't be welcome there. If we can do it at all, we're going to have to go about this a different way." When he stopped talking, he blinked, as if he had just parsed what Ma-ren said earlier. "This Tam'itarr is a gangster?"
"That's right Gord. Effectively runs the whole station."
Gord nodded. "Gangsters I can deal with. He might have just the answers I need. I just hope I can afford his price. Let's go meet him."
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Hi Lim!
A writing prompt: “You go first.”
He's walked in on any number of scenes at the firehouse in the last three year, from prank wars, to foosball competitions, to sweaty one upmanship in the gym. Sometimes they're even working, although not usually between the hours of 12-1pm unless the trucks are out on a call.
When he walks in today the entirety of the 126 is standing around the kitchen table staring at something.
"It was for you, Cap," Marjan says, and there's more than a hint of aggressive innocence in her voice. "You should take the first bite."
Owen makes a dubious noise. "It was for the firehouse, as Captain I should really eat last."
Carlos raises his eyebrows, and wonders what can possibly be on the table.
"So, reverse seniority?" Paul asks. "Mateo should go first."
He's familiar with the particular silence of Mateo trying to find a polite way to say hell no to food. Granted he's more familiar with it when Mateo is presented with something Owen has made that he claims is a healthier version of something that usually tastes good, but Owen doesn't seem eager to eat whatever it is either.
He finds TK on the other side of the table, eyeing whatever it is with the expression Carlos usually reserves for the live crickets they give Lou II as a treat. He tries to peer at the table, but Judd is a solid wall in front of him, and he gives up and clears his throat.
"Hi guys."
They all turn and look at him with eerily identical expressions. "Carlos should go first, he's a guest," Nancy says triumphantly.
TK opens his mouth, hopefully to defend him from whatever the hell it is that's on the table, and then shuts it abruptly on a squawk when Tommy clearly steps on his foot, and really he wouldn't have suspected that of Tommy.
"What should I try?" he asks, and hopes he doesn't sound quite as filled with trepidation as he is.
"Kendra brought Cap a present," Judd offers, and Carlos narrows his eyes, because there's definite amusement in Judd's voice.
"Kendra very kindly brought a present for the station," Owen corrects. "She was in Italy on business recently and brought us back some cheese."
"Okay," he says slowly, because there has to be more to this story than a wedge of Parmesan. "What kind of cheese?"
Tommy flips open a card and reads, "Casu Marzu is a traditional sheep's milk cheese from Sardinian. Once considered a rare delicacy it has now been classified as a traditional food and is being introduced in the finest restaurants."
The name rings a very faint bell in his head and he steps up to the table with more curiosity. TK elbows his boss. "Read the rest of the card."
Tommy eyes the cheese and grimaces. "The ancient traditional cheese making process is further enhanced by the larva of cheese flies hatching inside the ripening cheese and adding to the fermentation process." She pauses. "The larva may be removed before consuming, but many people consider them to add a subtle nuance to the flavor and be an integral part of the experience."
He takes a hasty step back, hands behind his back. Judd snorts, but Carlos notices that he's a safe foot away from the table. "And you're actually planning on eating it?" he says faintly.
"You're a foodie," Paul says mildly.
He glares at him. "So are you."
Paul shakes his head emphatically. "That shit's moving. I gotta draw the line somewhere."
He shudders and swallows hard. TK comes around the edge of the table and takes his hand. "Don't worry baby, I won't let them make you eat Dad's weird cheese."
"Dirty," Nancy mutters, and TK scowls at her.
There's a noise behind them and Buttercup wanders in, visibly torn between demanding affection from all of her favorite people and the food on the table. Carlos eyes her and then the cheese and then her again. "What if," he says slowly, "what if you said you were about to try the cheese and then a call came in and Buttercup ate it while y'all were out."
"We are not feeding that cheese to Buttercup," TK objects, horrified.
He shakes his head. "No, we put the cheese in the dumpster," or the incinerator he thinks privately. "You just tell Kendra that Buttercup ate it."
Paul leans around Marjan to high five him. "I take back what I said about the pudding cup. You, sir, are a criminal mastermind."
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animakis · 2 years
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Kefir - History & Myths
Kefir – History & Myths
En kort introduktion, så … Vad är då Kefir? Mjölk-kefir är en fermenterad probiotisk dryck som är känd för sina hälsosamma egenskaper. Studier har visat att mjölk-kefir (framöver bara benämnd som Kefir) är står i samband med ett brett spektrum av hälsofördelar, förbättrad matsmältning [1], lägre blodtryck och kolesterol [2], cancerprevention [1], förbättrat immunförsvar [3] och minskad astma…
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Side Dishes in Korea
Why do we get served so many each meal? 
1. Background Information 
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One of the most appealing things about eating out in Korea is the unlimited free refill on the side dishes, known as banchan. 
This practice is deeply rooted in Korean history and character as a nation 
2. Kimchi 
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There are hundreds of different types of kimchi, but the signature cabbage banchan is offered at pretty much every restaurant. 
Koreans have for generations been storing vegetables in pots to ferment so that they will have food available for the winter. 
3. Common Banchans 
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Other than kimchi, there are bean sprouts, cucumber vegetables, and sesame leaves pickled in soy sauce. 
Some of the more luxurious Korean restaurant sever egg rolls, tteokbooki, and ganjang gejang. 
4. Banchans At Restaurant 
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Eating at a Korean restaurant is always an exercise in how to maneuver all the dishes to actually fit on the table. 
It is not uncommon to receive 3 or more different banchan dishes alongside the main course that you order. 
5. Homemade Banchans 
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During a kimchi-preparation event called kimjang, a large amout of kimchi is laid out for all members of the family work on. 
This practice is less common these days, but parents still like to prepare kimchi and distribute it to their children as a show of affection. 
6. Why Are Banchan Unlimited? 
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One reason is that white rice was much more expensive than kimchi and banchan during difficult times in the Korean economy. 
It was too expensive for restaurants to give refills of rice, but in order to make sure you were full, they offered you a second helping of banchan. 
7. How Is Banchan Served? 
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In order to reduce operating costs, some restaurants have suggested limiting or removing the unlimited banchan options, which many Korean people weren’t happy about. 
To meet in the middle, many Korean restaurants these days have adopted a self-service system in which you can eat as much as you like, but you have to approach the food station and fill your own bowls. 
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