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Kin Izakaya - Fountain Valley, CA

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Sugar and spice

My dear friend @lordoftherazzles has been good enough to submit a prompt.

As Razzy is a known and very skilled Bagginshielder, I have done my best to write a small treat for her with her blorbos.

I love you and I hope this makes you smile!

Words: 1,4 k

Warnings: Cursing and slight sexual innuendo

Characters: Bagginshield

Bilbo stared at his reflection in the mirror and decided that his cream-coloured button-down and the matching tan formal trousers were good enough for the ominous blind date he had been browbeaten into by his dear cousin Primula.

As far as he had understood the good woman – he had to admit that he had not entirely paid attention to her lengthy explanation – she and an unnamed friend of hers had organised what Primula was sure would turn out to be a very successful date.

With a deep sigh, Bilbo admitted that he loved his cousin more than he had ever told her and thus, he finally had agreed – not without putting up a little bit of a fight to keep things interesting, of course – to attend the proposed dinner in a shockingly expensive downtown restaurant that would be entirely financed by her magnanimous generosity.

Naturally, he found it incredibly insulting that she seemed so offended by his single status that she’d rope in not one but two other people to amend said circumstance, but he also knew that she meant well; moreover, he trusted her not to have chosen a complete dud. How bad could it be?

As soon as – upon arriving at the excessively upscale eatery – he informed the stuffy headwaiter of his arrival though and was consequently led to a secluded table – candles, cloth napkins, and the whole spiel in glaring evidence – he had to bite back a guffaw.

“Good evening Thorin,” he greeted casually and stretched out a jovial hand for the other man to shake.

“I should have known,” Thorin grinned with a boyish grimace that made his handsome face light up with mischief.

“I take it that the mysterious friend is Knitting-circle-Ori then,” Bilbo commented as he handed over his coat to the waiting server who did his best not to betray any kind of emotion.

Rifling through his hazy memories, Bilbo tried to recall the exact words Primula had used upon explaining how she had set up this romantic farce.

“You know him?” Thorin asked as he tapped his finger against his empty glass to signal his wish for another beer.

“We are in the same book club, yes,” Bilbo acquiesced without looking up from the wine menu; a dry white wine might do the trick, he thought, and promptly ordered a glass of crisp Pinot Gris from his favourite vineyard.

“He’s distant kin,” Thorin explained glumly. “Who is his co-conspirator?”

“My cousin Primula; she’s very close kin to me.” Bilbo couldn’t suppress his grin when Thorin’s face froze into a mask of shocked betrayal; apparently, Primula was known to him and he – like many a man before him – had been duped by her rosy complexion and her easy smiles.

“We met at a dart championship,” Thorin muttered morosely. “I’d never have thought her capable of such duplicity.”

He seemed visibly impressed with the devious machinations of two of the most placid and easy-going people in their lives, but Bilbo realised just as clearly that Primula and Ori had overlooked one crucial point: if they knew one another as well as their chosen victims, how on earth had they expected Bilbo and Thorin never to have met one another?

It was true that they had never spoken much, but – as two men past their prime who were interested in other men – they had necessarily crossed paths before.

“Well, you strike me as the kind of man who’d frequent this kind of establishment more often than me,” Thorin then said amiably, “so I defer to your wisdom. I cannot make head nor tail of half the things on the menu.”

As an avid foodie, Bilbo was in his element right away and they spent the next minutes sipping their drinks and philosophising about the truly awful names the wanna-be-trendy restaurant had slapped upon the most mundane of dishes.

When the much put-upon waiter finally had secured their orders, Bilbo leaned back in his chair and eyed Thorin with unabashed interest. He had believed himself past the age where bad boys in black shirts made his heart beat faster, but the quick wit and sparkling humour the man sitting across from him hid so masterfully under a thick layer of blasé pugnaciousness made his stomach clench with another kind of hunger.

Despite the silver streaks adorning that raven hair, Thorin could boast cheekbones one could cut cheese with and bright blue eyes that glinted with every word he spoke; he was a handsome man and moreover, surprisingly good company.

Indeed, the dinner ended up being – as predicted by a smug Primula – truly delightful. In truth, Bilbo generally dreaded overly formal settings and Thorin’s outspoken impatience with the pomp chased away much of the breathless, muted tension these establishments cultivated like precious fungi.

“Do you think they’ll check on us?” Thorin drawled, letting his eyes wander across the tastefully decorated room. Mindful of the potential scrutiny of the orchestrators of this date, they had decided to share a platter of miniature desserts – all of them delicious and disgracefully tiny – and were presently fighting discreetly for the last bite of mousse au chocolat.

He might have been an expert at throwing pointy things at cork boards, but Thorin was no match for Bilbo with a spoon and so he had to admit his defeat and withdraw, watching that gooey treasure disappear behind soft, plush lips.

The sound of sensual pleasure escaping Bilbo as he truly savoured his victory made Thorin’s skin tingle and he almost ordered another mousse just to hear it again; it had been some time since he had heard such bone-melting sounds fall like summer berries from the inviting, shapely mouth of another man who was neither an idiot nor a cold-blooded player.

“I guess that Primula will not be able to resist,” Bilbo finally replied, the tip of his tongue tracing his bottom lip slowly to make sure that he had not missed a single crumb of the sugary goodness they had just indulged in.

“Should we…” Thorin fell silent again, but he saw the echo of his own devious plan flare in those vivid, hazel eyes. A ferocious grin stretched across Bilbo’s soft, gentle face as he nodded ponderously.

“Yes,” he said, “yes, indeed, I think we should make them pay for their ill-advised idiocy!”

The restaurant sat at the end of a cul-de-sac like a plump housecat, but there were plenty of pubs and bars further up the street; it did not take long for the improbable couple to catch a glimpse of their respective tormentors, huddled by the front window of a cosy ice-cream parlour.

“What do you propose?” Bilbo asked, tilting up his face adoringly at Thorin while making sure that the yellowish light from the nearby streetlamp fell squarely on his soft features to make sure that his persiflage of an enamoured expression could easily be caught by the two knitting-needle-wielding fiends across the street.

“I don’t know,” Thorin replied without moving his mouth overmuch for fear that either one of their spectators would be able to read his lips. “How far are you willing to go?”

A small twitch of that button nose as Bilbo was pondering the question furiously made him lift his massive paw to cup Bilbo’s soft, beardless cheek and caress it with a lazy swirl of his cool thumb.

“Kiss me,” Bilbo then breathed, getting increasingly caught-up in a fantasy of his own making. “Do it as if you meant it!”

His eyes fluttered shut dramatically as Thorin bent down in slow-motion.

“Easy peasy lemon squeezy,” Thorin muttered into the steadily diminishing space between his own lips and Bilbo’s. “I’ll get back that last bit of mousse yet!”

Before Bilbo could either laugh or protest, firm lips – warm and surprisingly tender – were pressed against his own; his fingers flew up to card through that unexpectedly soft beard while his other hand clawed itself into a solid, strong shoulder.

Who would have thought that playing darts against Primula gave one that kind of body?

As Thorin deepened the kiss, his own hands coming to rest possessively on the small of Bilbo’s back, every rational thought of retribution and vengeful pretence flew apart.

Suddenly, the very same indecently tremulous sound slipped out of Bilbo’s mouth and melted in a cloud of chocolate and sugar on Thorin’s tongue.

“Fuck them,” Thorin groaned, tightening his hold on Bilbo’s soft body. “They might well have been right, damn them!”

“Thorin?” Bilbo looked up almost shyly, his tongue darting out once more to check his lips for overlooked delicacies. “You’ll never guess what is sitting in my fridge.”

“Please say it’s a mousse,” Thorin begged; in truth, he didn’t care one bit. All he really wanted was for this fake date not to end just yet.

“It’s a blueberry one,” Bilbo, pulling himself up by slinging his arms around Thorin’s neck, purred seductively into his ear. “Interested?”

So, @fellowshipofthefics, this was the third for today. @sunnyrosewritesstuff, I'll get onto yours as soon as I'm up and about again tomorrow.

Lots of love from me <3

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[justlittleguysims]

OC Introduction: Family Edition - Part: 1 of 5

Meet Derek's parent's and maternal grandparents.

From left to right: William and Michelle Moore, and Michelle's parents, Lidia Rossi-O'Hara and Séamus O'Hara. (Click for HQ)

Note: These are all newer character of mine that I’m still developing, but here’s what I’ve got for her so far.

William Moore (He/Him)

Age: 53 (Deceased) || Birthday: October 27th ♏ ||Traits: Gloomy, Loyal, Paranoid || Height: 5'10"ft || Sexuality: Heterosexual || Occupation: Factory Worker/ Dom & Co lackey || ethnicity/nationality: ???-Amercian

Born and raised in a small town in Wisconsin, William decided to take a risk and move to Chicago, alone and fresh out of high school. With only about half a summer's worth of fry cook wages to his name, William quickly took the first job that would have him, ending up on the assembly line of a rail-car manufacturer in Chicago Heights. After a few years of pure hustling, he eventually settles down with his girlfriend, Michelle, and starts a family. For the better part of almost two decades, his life was very peaceful and stable... almost too stable for his liking. To add a little spice to his stale routine, he started playing poker with friends after his Friday factory shifts, but those Friday nights quickly became every night once he discovered a poker group that played for keeps with big bills of a seedy bar on the other side of town.

Hooked to the thrill of the game, William began to make a bit of a name for himself in the underground poker scene, and for a while, he would always end his night in the green, but in 2001, when his manufacturing plant was bought out and automatized, the stress of being laid off made him lose his cool. Several bad nights and equally bad choices quickly landed him deep in the pockets of a loan shark, who ­—unlike him— wasn't a big fan of playing games with his money. Being just as much of a family man as he was a businessman, the loan shark cut William a deal he simply couldn’t refuse. Work for him as his bodyguard and driver and receive a generous living wage to support his family, all while a small percentage of each pay stub is garnished to go towards paying off his debt, with no interest.

If he played his cards right, he could have been debt free in less than ten years… unfortunately, after a couple of years, the stress that came with hiding his mistakes, while also trying to clean them up proved to be too much for William's heart to handle. Now with the threat of William’s financial troubles coming to the surface, the loan shark had one hell of a mess to clean up for himself, but there are rules, to these sorts of things. When a person passes away, all their outstanding debts will usually be paid off using the assets of the deceased’s estate, but if auditors were to get involved in this case, who knows what would happen? The shark needed to fix this for himself, he needed to make this problem go away, FAST… and that means making another deal with Willam’s next of kin.

Michelle Moore (She/Her)

Age: 56 || Birthday: March 16th ♓ || Traits: Outgoing, Foodie, Family-Oriented || Height: 5'5"ft || Sexuality: Heterosexual || Occupation: Geriatric Center Receptionist || ethnicity/nationality: Irish/Italian-Amercian

Michelle has been a receptionist at her local geriatric center for over 20 years now, but in all her time working behind the front desk, she has never felt this burned out before. Between the mounting stress of a world with no financial possibility for her to retire in sight, her moving back in with her elderly parents after her husband’s sudden passing three years ago, followed by becoming an “essential worker” practically overnight during a global pandemic, Michelle has been in desperate need of a vacation for a long time. She misses her son, Derek and his daughter, and is sick of only seeing them on a tiny screen a few times a week during her lunch break or while doing housework for her parents. Now with the COVID restrictions easing up, she has been itching to make the 8-hour drive over to visit Derek, but he keeps insisting that she should stay with granddad and Nonna and not risk the exposure for their sake.

For now, Michelle is doing her best to try and relax at home in her very rare down time alone. She’s taken up meditation to try and ease her mind and has recently taught herself how to retouch photos after buying a nice scanner printer over lockdown, completely digitizing her and her parents’ photo albums. She would be lying if she were to say that she didn’t want more wedding and baby pictures in her album, though, preferably from her only child… BUT NO PRESSURE. Yup, absolutely none.         

Lidia Rossi-O'Hara (She/Her)

Age: 81 || Birthday: September 27th ♎ || Traits: Foodie, Outgoing, Ambitious || Height: 5'6"ft || Sexuality: Heterosexual || Occupation: Journalist/Activist || ethnicity/nationality: Italian

After being displaced by the Battle of Punta Stilo during the Second World War, The Rossi family took their three sons and their new infant daughter, Lidia, across the Atlantic and into the US, eventually settling in a close-knit Italian neighborhood in Chicago. Living in a single bedroom apartment with two other Calabrian immigrant families for several years, Lidia grew up fully immersed in her culture, learning to speaking English in school, but returning home to a household speaking nothing but Italian. At 12, Lidia was absolutely fascinated by the stories all her neighbors would share while preparing their weekly Sunday supper together. They often talked about their home villages, their family history, or the news coming out about back home. Wanting to understand more about where she came from, as well as the rest of the world around her, she started to spend a lot of her free time at her local public library, where she would read every world history book, she could get her hands on. As she continued to feed her love for history and started keeping up with current events herself by taking full advantage of her the free newspapers her library provided for students, she developed in interest in becoming a journalist.

In college, she joined her campus newspaper and formed a habit of carrying around a tape recorder and a notebook, which she used to take notes and record interviews of her fellow student’s perspectives on the issues of the day. Throughout her academic career, from her bachelors to earning her masters, she documented the goings on of her of local group of civil rights activists, helping members print education materials and spread the word of upcoming demonstrations, boycotts, and sit-ins. It was through her activism that she started to form lifelong connections with members of her community, it was even how she found Séamus, and anarchist and fellow activist who would eventually become her husband. With a hefty writing portfolio, and a surprise baby girl by the time she graduated, Linda not only became the first graduate in her family, but also the first working mother, managing to balance being a parent and head writer at a small independent newspaper for over 40 years, retiring at the age of 75. These days, Lidia has been enjoying her time with her husband and daughter, using her time cooped up in the house during the pandemic to finally work on her dream project, a memoir of her time as a civil rights activist.   

Séamus O'Hara (He/Him)

Age: 80 || Birthday: November 30th ♐ || Traits: Family-Oriented, Ambitious, Cheerful || Height: 5'6"ft || Sexuality: Bisexual || Occupation: Carpenter/Activist || ethnicity/nationality: Irish

Born and raised in Galway, Ireland, Séamus was always a rebellious kid, notorious in his village for his rowdy, and often bothersome antics. He was a well-known “sheepnapper,” freeing entire flocks of sheep into the hills, without so much as a second thought, and very little remorse. He was also a serial pickpocket, who would wrangle all of his neighbors’ dogs together, luring them to the local butchery shop just to spoil them with whatever meat scraps he could buy with the change he pocketed for the pure sport of it. Needless to say, few folks in town tolerated having him around, so when Séa had the bright idea to pick up and leave for America alone at the age of 19, nobody — not even his own parents— protested. Hitching a ride on an imports cargo ship that he may or may not have been a stowaway on, he was able to make his way to New York City, taking odd jobs here and there as he searched for a more permanent place to stay, not really liking the hustle and bustle of the big apple. For a couple of years, he hitchhiked his way around the east coast, slowly making his way further west every few months or so, all while collecting newspapers to keep up with the growing civil unrest happening across the country. Absolutely appalled by the police brutality and racism that filled the papers and airwaves each day ­­—and also liking the sound of this whole “civil disobedience” idea— Séamus made a beeline to Chicago, the nearest city to him at the time, so he could join the protests. Once there, he simply never left, feeling as though he had finally found a place where people appreciated his lifelong stance against authority.

Being homeless at this point, Séamus quickly made friends among his fellow activists who would always graciously let him crash on their couches. One such person was a journalism student named Lidia, who he thought was absolutely brilliant. Sure, he never made it past his 8th year of grade school, but he knew there was something special about her and the knowledge she helped teach to layfolk like him. It was through her that he really began to push himself to become more serious and informed in his activism, filling his head with countless theory and law books, desperately wanting to be more useful to the cause. As the years went on, Séamus and Lidia’s relationship sort of just happened pretty organically. He never really tried to pursue her, since he honestly thought she was far too good for him, but she also never asked him to leave her place, so again, he simply stayed. When he started waking up with neck pain after months on her couch, she kept jokingly inviting him to sleep in bed with her until that stopped being a joke. Within their first full year living together, their daughter Michelle was born, and with that, they began to joke about getting married so Séamus could stay in the country, until that too stopped being a joke. Between their community work and their little family, there has never been a dull moment in their “sham” marriage. To this day, Séamus will always credit Lidia for keeping him sharp, even in their old age, and there isn’t a day where he doesn’t thank her for being a friend and for letting his rowdy ass stay.    

If you’ve reached this point of the post, THANK YOU for reading and please feel free to drop an ask about either of these characters. I hope to have more character updates in the coming weeks for you all. Please follow and yell at me to get shit done! Okay, thanks, BYE! 💜✨

Further Reading: OC Intros Pt. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 || Pizza Gang Pt. 1 | 2 | 3 || Family Intros Pt. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 || The Henchmen Pt. 1 | 2 || Multiverse Characters Pt. 1 || Monti’s Secret Pt. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

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[rarepairqueenmochi]

Dishes and Cutlery + 5, 8 (if you wanna share), 12 (if you wanna share), 13, 14, 15

5: Hardest part of this fic was definitely Apple's rant to her mother, but also the social anxiety of her dating Raven and how everyone felt more comfortable dating those they loved, then needing to hide when Snow White showed up. 8: I'm perfectly fine sharing that a lot of Apple's struggles came from me personally. I've always had issues with weight and food, which is ironic because of how much of a foodie I am, as well as expectations set my parents. There's a reason why I joke about me essentially being Apple. The reason I wrote a majority of this fic so quickly was because it spoke to me so much and it was sort of my way of writing down my emotions and letting others know it was going to be okay. 12: Least favorite part is definitely the Andrew situation. I didn't hate writing it, but situations like those make me feel icky and I almost feel bad for Apple by including that plotpoint in the story. Happens when you really connect with a character, yk? 13: I put some song suggestions on the last prompt, but I'd also like to add "Princesses Don't Cry" by CARYS. When actually writing, I kind of just listening to whatever Spotify generated for me. 14: I wanted readers to read the fic and realize that they don't need to conform to people's expectations, whatever they may be. They don't need to be a specific size, or follow a specific career, whatever makes them happy is what they should pursue. And also, please do not be afraid to talk to someone, and do try to talk with people if they offer to listen. Privacy is important, but you shouldn't bottle things up. 15: I learned to definitely appreciate myself more, and to stop worrying as much about expectations. I also learned what it felt like to really kin a character.

#ever after high #ever after high fanfic #raven queen #apple white #rapple #raven x apple

[kuroosdarling]

#saw this floating around awhile ago and wanna try !!! #i only picked one from each fandom but yeah :3 #⁺. ʚ polls ɞ ⋆˙

[kim-winter]

에스파의싱크로드, EP. 1 & 2: 🫧💗

Ever since we first hit the industry, we've dreamed of starring in our own reality show. You all know, a reality show is the most entertaining way for us to share a different side of ourselves with you. Finally, as the year comes to a close, we can celebrate the premiere of our very own reality show! It's titled ‘aespa’s SYNK ROAD’, and it's about a trip to Gangwon-do for the purpose of enjoying the local delicacies and sightseeing.

In this first episode:

On our way to Gangwon-do, we played some hilarious games that had everyone in fits of laughter. Just as I expected, Giselle Unnie and I came out on top. Both of us dug into our wallets and spent the extra cash (because we won the games) on munchies at the rest area. Now you know the other side of me—the girl who loves to chew and stick herself with foods—all because I buy so many snacks. I haven't even arrived in Gangwon-do yet, and I can't stop eating the food I got at the rest area! Tips from me: snacks are a must on the trip to Gangwon-do!

Here we are at Gangwon-do! We, a party of four, stop at a very outstanding eatery known for its local kin. That's where I flaunt my foodie cred: I shine when it comes to savoring culinary delights. We loaded up on food before heading to the SYNK ROAD-prepared game, and I have a good feeling about how much fun we're about to have. 💗💭

The First Mission: Sky Glider!

Now for the first mission: I flew a sky glider! I'm having a great time because I got to witness the gorgeous nature that I so admire. In spite of the fact that some riders (you know who!/) yelled their lungs out, the ride was enjoyable overall. Recreational pursuits in nature are right up my alley! Love it 💗

See you next week, MYs! 🏹🎀

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A Worldwide Afro Diaspora Dance Party and Live Music Experience with DJ & Producer Pudgemental, Zacchae'us Paul & Friends

About this event: October 12th

The Jungle is a is an Afro Diaspora Dance Party and Live Music Experience led and curated by DJ & Producer @pudgemental and Jazz Musician @iamzacchaeuspaul & friends to bring you a vibe like no other at @friendsandloversbk 💫 Enjoy Gourmet Caribbean Eats and Doubles by @kitankin!

The Jungle is collaboration of DJ, musicians, and artists to bring you a stimulating sonic experience of art and inspiration across the African Diaspora. Musicians, foodies, crate diggers, dancers, lovers, & friends, Welcome to The Jungle 🌴

Tickets

General Admission - $10

All Inclusive Ticket - $15 (grant admission and 1 OG Double from Kit an' Kin)

Food

Enjoy Caribbean eats by Kit an' Kin. Doubles are Trinidad's favorite street food - two fluffy fried bara (flatbread) with curried chickpea, chutneys, and sauces (vegan, too!)

#thejunglebk #brooklyn #jungle #brooklyn #love

The Jungle is a place to come celebrate the Sonic and Culinary contributions of the Diaspora. The Jungle is beautiful and sexy vibes, embracing liberation with great music. Come Dance, Come Eat, Come Chill!

Door $10 for entry.

Food + Admission $15

The Jungle Wednesdays

[contemptofcourtship]

I Am No Succubus

... Is what I wish I had said.

I spent today having a nice dinner with a really sweet half-orc today. She was charming, made me laugh, had amazing taste in music and better taste in restaurants. She took me out today to a really nice place downtown – one of those bougie chic places with menus carved on wooden boards and so on. She bought this amazing bottle of wine, and leaned over and said, “I think I love you, Connie.” 

    It had only been a month, but I was really feeling things with her. She was poly too, and her boyfriend was a great guy. She always took me on the weirdest dates, but I loved it every time. I was a little taken aback, but before I could say anything, she said it. Those magic words. “...or is that just the pull of the succubus I’m feeling?”

    Record needle scratch, freeze frame. 

    Listen up, internet. Sit down with me, I think it’s time we had a conversation. 

    We can’t keep doing this! I get it – all the kin have something going on. All the kin have those things we all know and we all talk about, and yeah, I gave Miss Foodie’s biceps more than a few extra looks – I’m a weak lady! I want a girlfriend with 3 inches on me to pick me up over her shoulder like I’m groceries! Sue me! – but sometimes, hearing it sucks, internet! 

    I like wearing horn-tassels as much as the next girl, and yeah, I’ve bought an outfit or two to show off the tail (both of them, know what I’m sayin’?) but isn’t there a line we can draw between “I love what you’ve done with your tail, where did you get those bangles?” and “Yes, I’m going to immediately compare you to the most stereotyped thing you could possibly be related to.” 

    Not that it matters, but we’re mostly horned devils and chain demons; not a succubus in sight for like, four generations. 

    I’m no fucking succubus, internet. I’m not the one who’s going to rise up from the ground and fulfill your corruption fantasy; you want that, grow a pair and do a summoning yourself; maybe you’ll live to regret it. And you know what? Miss Foodie also wasn’t going to throw me over her shoulder and carry me away to the sunset; my human boyfriend was never going to come home one day with five new kinks and suddenly start building a house because he read a book about power tools that day. She was going to hold my hand in an art gallery, cook me the best steak of my life, and go to a rock show with me. He’s going to come over tonight and we’re going to watch Netflix, like we always do. 

    (If you’re reading this, you know who you are. Yes, I’m going to give you that ticket back. And yes, those three sweaters too.) 

    When are we going to actually start talking about how the kin talk about each other? Why are we just okay with horn-chasers all over tinder? Why is it okay to ask a dhampir to use their fucking thrall on you on the third date, but it’s some kind of great violation to get your summoner boyfriend to summon cuffs onto you?

    So yeah. Let’s all sit with that. She’s not my orc princess; he’s not my hardworking mayfly, and I am not your fucking succubus. 

    Maybe we can all sit with that. Maybe we can all say that out loud sometime. 

    Contempt Halwinter (she/her)

    @conniecontempt on twitter and instagramConnie is a freelance writer who has a day job in HR. To share your stories, tweet @conniecontempt or use the hashtag #IAmNoSuccubus.

#in character #connie's writing #IAmNoSuccubus

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Foodie Guide to Early Halloween Treats at Walt Disney World Resort

Get pump(kin)ed because Halloween is nearly here at Walt Disney World Resort. As fall arrives, so do the treats. In the coming weeks, delights will be landing at various locations at Disney Springs and select Disney Resort hotels, with even more goodies coming in October – so keep your eyes peeled on Disney Eats and the Disney Parks Blog for those! Starting as early as Sept. 1, the chefs will be…

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Food is not rational. Food is culture, habit, craving and identity. 😊 📍Kin Kao Thai #Aberdeen #KinKaoThai #foodie (at Kin Kao Thai Aberdeen) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmOyMxiKuC7Q2x48GRZagsXf6fhkOLRATYJ8iU0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[catrizzle]

Kin - Long Beach, CA

[managementguru]

How do you celebrate chef's day? 🧑‍🍳 Visit a fine restaurant, get gourmet in your own kitchen, thank a chef in your life and encourage others to get crafty with food. 🧑‍🍳 Kudos to all people who cook with passion and love to serve their kith n kin. 🧑‍🍳 #chef #food #foodporn #foodie #cheflife #instafood #cooking #foodphotography #foodlover #foodblogger #yummy #restaurant #foodstagram #delicious #instagood #dinner #chefsofinstagram #love #gourmet #cook #homemade #tasty #foodies #lunch #kitchen #healthyfood #chefs #eat #foodgasm 🧑‍🍳 Follow us for more such insights and revelations 😬 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj7Kn9DNmpa/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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In today's hospitality news, Centara Korat Hotel, an all-in-one leisure and lifestyle destination in the Northeast of Thailand, is preparing to launch a new foodie destination in Korat this September in partnership with the House of Kin restaurant. More at https://punchmedia.co.th/2022/08/new-foodie-destination/ https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch18eu-sSEH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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‘Centara Korat’ to launch House of Kin Restaurant,Three-Generation Dining in Korat

Centara Korat Hotel, an all-in-one leisure and lifestyle destination in the Northeast of Thailand, is preparing to launch a new foodie destination in Korat with the ‘House of Kin’ restaurant. The hotel is developed by Central Pattana – a global sustainable real estate company and developer of Central shopping centres, residential projects, office buildings and hotels across Thailand – whilst it…

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[victorl0]

Japanese food is very pretty and undoubtedly a suitable cuisine for most foodies like me! 😍😍⁣ ⁣ Come by 𝐈𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐧 (一番) 🐰 which is a Japanese restaurant based on the concept of an Izakaya or “Easykaya”, serving small plates with authentic Japanese dishes such as karaage, wafu buns, various rice bowls at affordable prices and alcohol like beer and sake.⁣ ⁣ This restaurant is fronted by Class 95 DJs Justin Ang and Vernon Anthonisz (better known as The Muttons), the same folks who started Fook Kin, opened since 22nd February 2022.⁣ ⁣ Featured dishes:⁣ ⁣ 🪣 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 (S$55) - A bucket full of Karaage goodness. Chicken, Octopus, Frog Leg karaage and Crispy Takoyaki balls on a bed of furikake fries. 👍🏻😋😋⁣ 🐓 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐧 (2pcs) (S$7.80) - Lotus buns kiap-ing fillings of mentaiko karaage. 👍🏻😋⁣ 🐖 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐮𝐧 (2pcs) (S$7.80) - Lotus buns kiap-ing fillings of kakuni (Japanese-style braised pork).. 👍🏻😋⁣ 🥩 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐢𝐛 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐝𝐨𝐧 (S$11.80) - The beef had a mild truffle taste, not overpower the sweetness of the beef. This is my favourite! 👍🏻😋😋⁣ 🎣 𝐔𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐃𝐨𝐧 (S$10.80) - Loving its subtle, yet sweet flavor, which is a bit chewy for the Unagi! 👍🏻😋😋⁣ 🐖 𝐘𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐧 (S7.80) - Loving the thinly sliced grilled pork that is not greasy with the sweet and savoury sauce! 👍🏻😋⁣ 🦪 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝗪𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐨 (S$11.80) - Tasted briny, slightly sweet, crispy on the outside and chewy on the inside. 👍🏻😋⁣ 🐓 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐨 (S$6.80) - Love the sensational combination of textures and sweet and spicy flavours! 👍🏻😋⁣ 🍟 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐨 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (S$7.80) - Fries were nicely fried, crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside, matching well with the mentaiko sauce in wonderous harmony. 👍🏻😋⁣ ⁣ 📍Itchy Bun (一番)⁣ 44A Prinsep Street⁣ Singapore 188674⁣ 🕛 Mondays to Sundays: 12pm to 3pm; 5pm to 9pm⁣ 📝 order.itchybun.sg (at Itchy Bun 一番) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdaeM4ULDEx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=