#sea snake soup

[fisheito]

SNOP 😭😭😭

#replies #he's a sea snake. #but he lives in soup. #soup snake #eiden #yakumo

[captainpondlilly]

Okay! The Gilear plush has arrived. This is my best attempt at all of his lines. Two have been unintelligible to me, and several are pretty long and fast which made it hard to follow.

My search history is.. hospitals near me, foot stuck in object, head stuck in object

You're low, he's low, It's Gilear's day baby!*

A guy on the street kicked me in the nuts as hard he could

I don't like "lunchlad"

Help me to understand what I have done to deserve this

My horoscope says "today is a good day to die motherfucker"

I ate a quick cup of yogurt on the way over here to bolster my spirits after I changed, I'm ever so sorry

What do you mean "When" life gives you lemons

I went to apply for the guidance counselor position but I was usurped by a drug dealing werewolf named Jawbone

In my haste to put the armor on I buckled the leg plate and think I clipped the tip of my penis against one of the leg plates and Everytime I move it feels like it might fall off so I ASSURE you demon I have no pride to speak of!

In highschool I was voted "Most Likely To Get Pushed Out Of A Tree"

My car was repossessed by the ride share app that I was working for

It's actually a good thing that no one came to my birthday party because the bounce house flooded and was swept out to sea

I just discovered that *all* of my emails have been going to everyone's spam

Unfortunately I have been banned from that hot air balloon service not because of anything that happened to me in particular but the guys who run it just sort of know my whole deal

Mmm this yogurt tastes like *potatoes*

I asked the woman at Home Depot why my plants kept dying and she said it seemed like they were reaching away from the sun

I've found out recently that one of my shoes is so filled with mildew because a pipe in my bedroom is leaking and I've developed a fungal infection in my foot which I didn't know was possible for elves to get

I don't think that I've ever "Peaked" in that we started neutral and have been going downhill ever since

I am currently trapped in a storm drain. The bottom half of me is above the ground, the other is below

Another Own Goal for Gilear Faeth, yes

Everyone knows you eat 7 spiders in your sleep every year, but I have a bunch coming into me the backway

My sandcastle I'm afraid was destroyed, as I was about to finish it, the tide came in and with it a man holding a bazooka who shot me and killed me

I know you're not going to believe this but Ive just been kicked by a snake

I found out the hard way that people can legally reject status as an emergency contact

The title of my autobiography is going to be Gilear Faeth: Please Stop

On my way here I was carrying a large bowl of Italian wedding soup which shattered on the ground in front of me and several of the small pasta balls rolled through the cracks and alerted vermin to my presence. I've since learned after a trip to the hospital I am deathly allergic to the sting of millipedes which is a way of me saying I need someone to come down to the hospital and pay for this. There is a doctor holding a gun to my head and now that I think about it this clinic is in the back of a storage unit and I think have gone to the wrong place

he said and I quote "he'd stomp my goon ass" if I ever got on his bus again

Gorthalax it was very nice to meet you, you've made a cuckold of me

We're the throw up boys!*

I've been informed that the brownies I consumed were laced with cannabis and rat poison

I am completely unprepared for the perils ahead and am deeply frightened, I'll go get the coffee

A gorilla monster punched me so hard in the back of the head I died

Today I have been hit by 3 scooters

Everytime you squeeze my hand it breaks several small bones

My imaginary friend as a child ghosted me because he said I was too depressing

Do you want me to go back? I warn you, it will break me

Can I interest you in an herbal soda? You must understand I am an intern at a ponzi scheme*

When I go to sleep at night I dream of a world where I might be able to walk through a field without stepping on a rake or gopher hole

If anyone needs me... I will be surprised.

If it wasn't for bad luck, Id have no luck is both true and what was written upon the billboard I crashed through

I wonder if any of these will feature in Junior year 👀

*Thanks to @cappa-cappa for telling me the lines I wasn't able to make out!!

#d20 #dimension 20 #naddpod #bahumia #brian murphy #emily axford #brennan lee mulligan #gilear faeth #siobhan thompson #lou wilson #ally beardsley #dropout #spire #fantasy high #fantasy high freshman year #fantasy high sophomore year #fantasy high junior year

[tastesoftamriel]

Talviel's Tamrielic Anniversary Banquet

In lieu of an updated jubilee cake for the 30 year TES/10 year ESO anniversary, here's a banquet menu fit for the nobility of Tamriel! Dig in!

Summerset

Soft Indrik cheese and caramelised onion and pear chutney vol-au-vents, with sundried tomatoes

Auridon Blue Monkfish, poached in Russafeld Heights chardonnay

Shimmerene cherry blossom snowskin mooncake, with an apricot mousse and lemon crème filling

Black Marsh

Crocodile dumplings, with a spicy peanut and sweet saltrice dipping sauce

Stormhold jerk kagouti haunch, with guar fat vegetable fried rice

"Kueh cendol" chewy tapioca rice cakes, with dark palm sugar and coconut milk and jelly layers. A Black Marsh specialty!

Valenwood

Wild venison Greenshade carpaccio, with whipped bacon-honey butter

Stone-baked timber mammoth tail, slow roasted for 48 hours with a honey and mammoth butter glaze

Frozen honeyed "bingsoo" yoghurt, with sweetgnats, candied bacon, and deep fried lard bits, drizzled with sweet condensed milk

High Rock

Alcaire smoked pea soup, with bacon lardons and fresh garden herbs

Flambéed foie gras à la Shornhelm, with a blood orange and goose fat reduction

Gorapple tarte tatin, with golden butterscotch sauce and Bantha vanilla bean ice cream

Morrowind

Smoked kwama egg yolk carbonara, with scrib bacon

Spicy Ashlander-style shalk and ash yam stew, served in a shalk carapace

"Baked Vvardenfell" guar milk ice cream and kwama meringue cake, flavoured with comberries and gold kanet flowers

Elsweyr

Old Anequina jerboa and "lap cheong" sausage pie, with a saffron rice and an ale-and-moon sugar gravy

Terror bird egg "foo yong hai" omelette, with an array of Pellitine seafood and a bhut jolokia moon sugar caramel dipping sauce

Frozen samar pekoe tea custard, with hot moon sugar fudge

Cyrodiil

Bruma barley soup, with homemade herbed sourdough foccacia

Barbecued Blackwood cavy, basted with a rich Surilie Brothers port and habanero barbecue sauce

Abecean sea salt, dark chocolate, and Cyrodiilic olive oil ice cream, with wild strawberry coulis

Skyrim

Markarth goat cheese and pine nut crème tartlets, with smoked juniper salt

Lake Honrich salmon steak, hot smoked over maple wood with Goldenglow honey, served with dill remoulade

Snowberry panna cotta, with spiced Whiterun apple-akevitt compote

Wrothgar

Echatere Gruyère and rosemary mini soufflés, with smoked Vorkhiposh roe

Echalette steak, served medium-rare, in a ginger wine jus

Kurog's wild berry chocolate gateaux, with whipped echatere cream and drenched in wrathberry brandy

Hammerfell

Port Hunding roasted red pepper and harissa hummus, with spiced lentil flatbreads

Spicy Alik'r giant snake tikka, with mint yoghurt dipping sauce and pickles

Coconut and medjool date kulfi, with a slice of rosewater and pistachio baklava

#the elder scrolls #tes #food #Menu #fantasy #Fantasy menu #skyrim #cooking #Morrowind #Oblivion

[tourneys-by-me]

Round One - Aquamancy 3/4

Propaganda under the cut (beware of potential spoilers!!)

Giovanni:

He's really funny. Also he's a super sweet villan who really cares about his minions. His power is soup. Which he uses in a lot of creative ways.

Nya:

She's the elemental master of water and she's a badass. She discovered her powers later than the rest of her team and in the same season she discovered her powers she used them to kill an eldrich-like creature which ended up killing a whole bunch of ghosts as well which also domino effect killed all the djinns in another realm too. She learns to control ice for a little bit (although not fully) She can create water to control from nothing but also control any water around her. And the big one, she literally merged with the ocean itself to defeat an ancient storm snake and she turned into a big water dragon. Vote for Nya, she literally turned into water.

Okay so Nya is literally master of water she IS water she merged with the sea to save the entire realm from a serpent ANYWAYS. Uhm she can use her element to call the creatures of the sea, she can control the rain and she used that to slow a flying ship from crashing down hard she’s also capable of creating a tsunami and she has created a water tornado. In the process of merging with the sea she also expelled the water in her bfs lungs so she’s an all rounder when it comes to water. You need to vote her think of her sacrifice (her merge like drew tears from my eyes im telling you she can control water even through the screen)

#element specific character tournament #aquamancy #round 1 #polls #tumblr polls #giovanni potage #epithet erased #nya #nya ninjago #ninjago #lego ninjago

[sparrowrye]

Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, part 23

Synopsis: soulmate AU where you have the same mark on your body as your soulmate, and if your soulmate dies, you die too. Alastor needs to make sure that his soulmate is safe so he can continue his reign - whatever that takes. Though it looks like we have a couple secrets of our own.

Previous part

Part 23: the starting works

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I lowered my head so the sun didn't blind me through the brush. My nose flared as I drew in my prey's scent. They were completely unaware of my presence, unaware that their life was about to end. My claws punctured the soft earth and I leaned back on my haunches.

I sprang.

My bad leg pinched, causing me to land a hair before my prey. They jumped and zipped through the forest with a squeal. I gave chase on all fours until I was in my full dragon form. I weaved through the trees with ease as I ignored the small pains throughout my body. I wasn't fully recovered but that couldn't stop me.

My prey tripped and rolled several paces. I lunged and landed firmly on its head. I stepped back to look at the dead rabbit. It's energy faded from its body and snaked its way through my nose and into my head. I felt ready to keep running.

I laid down and sank my teeth into the soft, fuzzy flesh. The blood pooled in my mouth and oozed down the back of my throat. It wasn't nearly as good as a Demon's blood. It was thinner and had a bitter taste to it. It was like the comparison of eating bone broth to actual soup. It soothed the hunger pains but wasn't actually filling.

It had been a week after my incident. I would wake up in the middle of night craving the blood. I had dreams and nightmares about the killing, even messing with my memories from the ring fights. The nightmares were horribly gruesome and I couldn't believe that my mind was actually producing these images. I was eating limbs and sucking blood until their skin went pale. I was horrified at myself.

I mostly felt the cravings at night or early in the morning after my gruesome dreams. After the second day I was pulling out my hair and trying to suck on my own blood just to stop it. It actually hurt when I didn't have anything. It felt like my veins were being thinned and my muscles would tense until they were rock solid.

Fortunately, in my fit of furry, I had run into the forest and caught a bat between my fangs. Its blood instantly soothed the tense muscles and I felt like I could breathe again. So I made it a habit to go hunting in the mornings for small creatures like rabbits or squirrels. A single creature could suffice the hunger pains for the day until the following morning.

Husker knew what was happening. When I asked him about it, he told me that he didn't have this issue. It was something he knew Alastor had to deal with as well, hence his broadcasts and constant victims.

Another wonderful thing I get to share with him.

I asked Husker to keep my hunting a secret from Alastor. He was always making comments about my 'desires' and I wasn't about to let him know he was actually right. So Husker sat on the porch and waited for me to return every morning.

I swallowed the last of the rabbit and forced myself to feel satisfied, to no avail. I shifted into my Demon form and wiped my lips of the bitter blood. My eyes blinked back to their normal color.

****

Husker and I sat in the library with a radio on the desk. Outside was wet and cold. A rainstorm had come through from the sea and pelted the side of the house relentlessly. It knocked on the library windows, unable to get in. Husker was changing the radio stations every so often.

The broadcast about Demon-kind had aired only a few days ago. Everyone was in an uproar. Vox had used his broadcast to show them the physical difference between Slight magic, Full magic, and Demon magic. Alastor's had been more informative and gave more finite details.

Humans weren't happy. There were countless radio shows and other tv news where the reporters went back and forth about the topic. Some people were angry that they kept the truth hidden for hundreds of years, while others were angry that Demons were showing their true forms around and acting 'above them'. In my opinion, Demons always did that but people just assumed it was a personality trait.

We always kept the radio nearby to listen in. Some cities tried banning Demons and those with Full magic as a whole. Others formed groups to hunt them down but it didn't last very long. Overlords had enough manpower and magic to stop any hunting party, making others less willing to try that tactic again.

Even so, the death rate in this nation skyrocketed. From hunting parties to riots to territory battle to everything, people and Demons alike were getting killed.

This stirred up a lot of political issues too. On this part of the map, towns and cities operated much in the same way and all followed standard protocols for everything - something created long ago before the Great Collapse. Now, rules were being changed left and right without warning and proper justice wasn't so proper anymore.

According to Alastor everything was going as planned. The disruption and confusion left the Humans divided, meaning most of the Demon population was safe.

Most.

I didn't realize how many were dying, or how exactly, until I received a visit from the princess of Hell herself. She, Vaggie, Husker, and Alastor were chatting in the sitting room when I walked down the stairs. She greeted me with a hug and insisted I call her Charlie instead of princess. Fortunately, she was moving so fast that I didn't have to figure out how to return the hug. It still made me uncomfortable.

"Finally, someone who actually cares about Demon-kind," Vaggie remarked, casting a glare in Alastor's direction. He stood with his arms behind his back, like always, and his smile widened at her comment.

"Did something happen?" I asked. I was in my Human form as were Charlie and Vaggie.

"Hell is getting overrun with Demons," Charlie answered, "It was already overpopulated but now there's more and more Demons running back to escape Humans."

"The humans haven't rioted though. Sure some towns are doing it but nothing big," I said.

"It's been fairly decent from what we've heard on the radio," Husker added.

"Not in other places around the world," Vaggie said.

"Across the ocean Humans are coming together and hunting down anyone with Full magic." She looked so pained as she spoke. "Full magic Humans are being killed left and right, and Demons are running back to Hell and making it way overcrowded."

"What's uh...what's...what's your father doing?" I asked, unsure of how I was supposed to refer to him.

"He's locked in his room trying to figure out a way to handle it. Buildings are being built way high up to accommodate more people and some Overlords are straight up just killing anyone who walks in their territory."

"I don't see the problem," Alastor interjected, "Hell's Overlords surely sound like they're doing their part. I know Cannibal Town is doing well."

"That's not the point!" Charlie and I said at the same time, in different tones. Hers was more ecstatic and mine was a growl. Everyone looked between the two of us, just as shocked as we were. Niffty broke the silence as she chased a bug through the sitting room.

"What about the ring fights?" I looked to Husker. "Are those still active or are they killing the champions? They tend to be Full mages."

Husker shrugged. "I know as much as you since we threw out my phone." After my incident, Husker immediately threw his phone into the ocean. We weren't about to risk him getting to me again. Apparently, Vox was trying to use me to force Alastor not to broadcast until after Vox had done his. I discovered this was a petty rivalry.

I scratched the back of my neck. "They probably killed any children who showed signs of having Full magic. Or even the police went after some rings and just killed any and all of the fighters. That would be the easy way to go about it."

"There has to be something we can do. Demons and innocent Humans are being killed. All because of us." Charlie put both hands over her chest and looked down. Vaggie put a hand on her shoulder as comfort.

I was surprised to see the princess of Hell acting like this. I was expecting her to be just as bad, if not worse, than the likes of Alastor. Yet here she was worrying over the death of Demons and Humans. It was hard to believe she was heir to throne of Hell.

A thought came to mind. My thought. This could be the perfect opportunity to separate from Alastor, to put my plan into action. It was way earlier than I expected but I wasn't about to pass it up.

"What about...a safe haven? A sanctuary of sorts?" I offered. Everyone's eyes fell on me. Alastor pressed through my shields as his eyes narrowed. "You've already done something similar."

"You mean make another hotel?" she asked.

"More like a city. Take over a city and let the persecuted come to us. There's more space up here to expand."

"And fix the relationship between Humans and Demons since even Full mage Humans are being attacked," Vaggie said.

"Yeah...yeah that could work!" Charlie's eyes lit up and she seemed to radiate sunlight.

"Defending it would be a problem, though," Husker sipped on his alcohol. "It paints a big red target for Humans to team up against."

"That's true." Charlie started to pace.

"Fear is a great tool for controlling people's actions," Alastor said, placing a hand on my shoulder. My fingers fluttered as our energy shot through my body. I plucked his hand off my shoulder as Charlie spoke.

"That's not really what we're trying to do..."

"But it might be necessary at first," Vaggie moved her hand to Charlie's back, "as much as I don't want to agree with him." Alastor's smile widened.

"The Radio and Snake Demon aren't exactly something most people want to piss off," Husker added. My pride swelled a little.

"Would people even want to come if they knew he was involved? Would they be too scared?" I questioned, positioning myself so I could see Alastor fully in view.

"Maybe not if we really push that he won't kill anyone at the Safe Haven," Vaggie crossed her arms as she looked at him.

"I make no such promises," he laughed, "but those in the Safe Haven would be far from the top of my list."

"Where would even have it?" I asked, ignoring him, "What city would we use?"

"We could build it here," Niffty appeared behind me. She twiddled into the middle of the circle and looked up at Charlie. "We have a big ocean behind us and a big forest between here and the closest town. Easily defendable." She spoke so quickly but everyone had managed to catch it.

"She's got a point." Husker took another sip.

"We'd have to actually build it here, though. As opposed to finding a city or even one of the old abandoned ones to use instead. We'd have a framework."

"True, but it might not be nearly as defendable," Vaggie reasoned. "Are those buildings even safe? I've seen all over social media about them collapsing from how old they are. Our buildings would be knew and could stand for much longer."

I opened my mouth to counter it but Charlie beat me to it, "We'll have to work out the logistics later. I need to talk to my dad first."

She and Vaggie went to the cliff and teleported back to Hell, leaving a different scorch mark in the earth. I closed the back door and walked right into Alastor who had been standing behind me.

"What?" I demanded.

"You had a similar plan, already."

My eyes narrowed as I tried to keep my cover. He must've seen my memories when we touched earlier. "And what if I did?" I pushed past him and walked through the library.

His shadow slipped past my feet and he formed in front of me, hands resting on his cane and his body leaning forward. "You still seem to think you belong anywhere but my side."

"I'm not a tool to be used, Alastor." It felt strange using his name like that. "My lifespan just got hundreds of years added onto it. You really think I want to spend all that time with you?" My heart was racing at the confrontation.

"I think you'll find it rather hard to live without me."

I braced for something as I walked past him to the stairs. "Oh yeah? Why's that?"

Without turning, he asked, "How are your cravings?"

I stopped in my tracks. His laugh made me grimace for stopping. Now he knew. Of course he would know. How long did I really think I could hide it?

"Those little animals aren't nearly as fulfilling, are they?" My ears twitched as I heard him walk up behind me. I turned to face him and he stretched a sharp claw towards my chin. "They just don't cut it. Wouldn't you agree?"

"No." I carefully pushed his hand away. "They work just fine."

He chuckled again and straightened up. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, darling. It's merely a diet."

"It's more than just that. And it is something to be ashamed of."

"What is the difference between a Human or Demon to a rabbit or squirrel?" he asked.

I fell silent. I didn't have an answer to her than that Humans and Demons were intelligent, that I had my own morals I was wrestling with already. Adding this just made things worse.

I was staring at the ground when he grabbed my chin and tilted it up towards him. The energy bounced between us again and I could tell he was getting a high from it. "You need only ask, darling, and I will provide you with what you need."

I jerked my head away, severing the contact. "I won't need it." I stormed up the stairs to my room.

"We shall see."

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Author's Note:

Well well well, here ya go. I have nothing to say except I really liked writing that last part :P

#alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #soulmate au #soulmates #reqs open #hazbin hotel husk

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

What are the biggest fears of the townspeople in Stardew Valley?

Ok, this is a very interesting question. I tried to take into account the canonical fears of people (the same Abigail and Harvey), as they have dialogues that reveal their fears. Thanks for the ask, dear anon, and enjoy!

Warning: there are references to various phobias as well as sad and unpleasant moments. There is no detailed description but still it is worth warning, it may be unpleasant for someone to read.

Rats. Haley is terribly afraid of rats. Huge and scary rodents almost the size of Haley's handbag ... Eeeeeeep, gross!

To be buried alive in a pile of stones in the mines, to die of starvation or wounds, so that later your soul wanders through these very mines like a damned spirit... For Marlon, this is probably the worst fate that he would not wish even an enemy.

Acrophobia made it impossible for Harvey to follow his dream of becoming a pilot, and to this day he has to face problems due to his fear of heights.

Kent fears that the war with the Gotoro Empire will knock on the door of Stardew Valley, the home of his family and friends.

For Shane, the worst thing is if something happens to his dearest niece. Given that they live close to the forest where wolves and bears live...

Clowns... Penny stays away from the man with the clown make-up at every Stardew Valley Fair.

No matter how much Clint grumbles about his work as a blacksmith and about Pelican Town residents, his biggest fear is being alone. Especially dying alone.

The mere thought of going to the doctor brings panic to poor Vincent's face. And if he needs to get a flu shot, then all the glass and windows will crack from loud crying.

Needles. Bummer, why does Sam need to take medicine not in the form of bitter pills, but as an injection? Of course, he's not as scared as his younger brother, but his mom said that Sam cried a lot louder at the doctor's appointment when he was a child.

Poor Jas is terrified of the dark and won't be able to sleep in her room without her nightlight and plush bunny.

Every day, the Wizard needs to check the seal on his wife's hut, for he is afraid that she, in a fit of revenge, will still be able to unleash her wrath on the innocent inhabitants of Stardew Valley. If this happens, he will never forgive himself.

Sebastian has always loved watching the sea, but swimming in the sea - no thanks. One unpleasant incident in childhood, in which he almost drowned in sea water, discourages the desire to swim even in adulthood.

A huge crowd of people is what Leah fears the most, because she knows many true stories when an uncontrollable crowd in a panic can accidentally knock a person to the ground and trample.

Once Pierre visited an exhibition of vintage dolls in Zuzu city with his wife and said to himself: never again. Why dolls? He himself cannot answer.

Snakes for Marnie. And it doesn't matter if they're poisonous or not. Just the sight of a snake makes her break out in a cold sweat.

Abigail is a brave girl, but spiders have always been her weakness. And the fact that there are monster spiders in the mines... Brrr!

No one argues that good-natured Emily loves animals very much, but the sight of a huge predator like a bear or a pack of wolves causes her only piercing fear. And no wonder, these are wild animals.

For Jodi, it's the fear of food poisoning. An even greater fear is that you will be poisoned by your own cooked food. Even more - if her husband and sons were poisoned at the same time. She always checks five times to see if there are any accidental insects or something else in the dough or in the soup.

Who would have thought that Elliott has signs of lyssophobia. Although he is a very creative and philosophical person, among such people there are often individuals who are afraid to go crazy.

More than once or twice Demetrius refused Sebastian and Mary to have a puppy in the house. And this is not because he is harmful, but because he is terribly afraid of them (the dogs, not the kids).

George is afraid of what is inevitable and, sooner or later, will come to everyone without exception - old age.

It's not for nothing that Robin scolds her husband strongly when he almost set a fire in their house due to an unsuccessful experiment - the prospect of being burned alive in an inexorable flame in his own house scares the town carpenter the most. She treated the wood of their house for the sake of seriousness to minimize the possibility of a fire.

Maru can't stand honey, and that's because honey is the sweet nectar from honeycombs, one of the triggers of her trypophobia.

Sea sirens strike terror into the heart of every sailor, and Willy is no exception. An insidious angelic voice that cannot be resisted will pull you and your ship to the bottom, to be eaten by fish. Some mermaids are kind, but the old sea wolf knows what these sea demons can be.

There is no greater nightmare for Alex than the return of his biological father to the Pelican Town.

Somehow, I got the feeling that Lewis has signs of technophobia. All these gadgets, computers and newfangled smartphones cause him irritation, and then fear when he is forced to use one of them.

Poor Evelyn's heart was broken when she buried her daughter, and she fears more than anything that she will have to bury her grandson too... No mother/grandmother should bury their precious children.

The fear of tall objects, buildings, statues is one of the reasons why Gus decided to settle in a calm Valley, and not work as a cook in a huge metropolis.

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv headcanons #sdv community #sdv shane #sdv alex #sdv sebastian #sdv sam #sdv elliott #sdv harvey #sdv penny #sdv maru #sdv emily #sdv haley #sdv leah #sdv abigail #sdv kent #sdv jodi #sdv marlon #sdv marnie #sdv lewis #sdv gus #sdv wizard #sdv rasmodius #i can't tag everyone I'm sorry

[thieves-in-the-palace]

They're really pulling some niche figures for these new Personas, huh?

Prosymna is one of three naiad daughters of the Greek river god Asterion. Along with her sisters (Acraea and Euboea), she served as a wet-nurse for Hera. The name Prosymna means "celebrate in song," which explains her harp-like design.

(Prosymna is also a genus of snake!)

Erytheia is one of the three (or four, or seven) Hesperides, nymphs who presided over evening and sunsets. The name Erytheia means "the red one." There doesn't seem to be much mythos surrounding Erytheia specifically, but her name was assigned to a small island northwest of Gilbraltar. (Nowadays it's part of Spain! The city of Cadíz can be found there.)

Preceded by Leucothea, Erytheia is one of the two (possibly 3?) P5X Persona to be rendered as a masculine entity despite being based off a distinctly feminine mythological figure. Not sure why they're doing that, but hey, the designs are great!

Syke is a bit of an oddball. While it would be easy to presume it's meant to represent Psyche, the Greek goddess of the soul…Psyche has already appeared as Metis' Persona back in P3 FES, so it's possible this one is a different entity. However, something worth noting: like the other Greek myth Persona in this post, Psyche came in a set of three, having been the youngest of three sisters.

Of what I've been able to dig up, Syke (or Syca) was also the name of a town in ancient Cilicia, a region in southern Anatolia. Another name for Syke was Setos, possibly based off the primordial sea goddess Ceto. Ceto is considered one of the oldest-known deities in Greek myth, and was mother to a myriad of monsters, such as the Graiae and Gorgon sisters.

Meng Po is the Chinese goddess of forgetfulness, tasked with ensuring that souls headed for reincarnation are reborn with no memories. To accomplish this, she serves a memory-wiping soup to souls crossing the Naihe Bridge out of Diyu, a subterranean maze that serves as an equivalent to hell in Chinese mythology.

This lore explains both the bowl and lantern in this Persona's design. The bowl represents the soup, obviously enough, while the lantern can be interpreted as symbolic of "guiding the dead."

Cleodora was one of the three Thriae, prophetic nymphs who lived in the Corycian Cave of Mt. Parnassus. Though the Thriae are often considered to be the "bee-maidens" (women bearing human heads/torsos and bee wings/lower bodies) described in the Homeric Hymn to Hermes, it's possible they're different trios; the Thriae predicted the future through throwing stones (pessomancy/mantic pebbles), while the bee-maidens predicted the future through casting lots (cleromancy).

The only info I can find on Cleodora as separate from the Thriae states that she was the mother of Parnassos, who invented a way to predict the future based on birds (ornithomancy).

#persona 5 x #p5x #persona 5 the phantom x #prosymna #erytheia #syke #meng po #cleodora #Kidd speaking #not aesthetic

[narrators-journal]

For the Lovecraft ask can we add breeding kink and squirting and maybe size kink and belly bulge

Also maybe reader is his wife and she’s turned on by him

I just kinda went wild with your prompt ngl. Lovecraft is still reader’s husband, and she’s still turned on by him! But I wrote this less as a bsd-exclusive kinktober-style fic, and leaned into the monsterfucking aspect to just GO HAM on the tentacles and monster angle. So yes, this is Lovecraft x reader, but it’s also kinda able to be read as a general monster smut. Which, was fun to write! Sorry if I went a bit light on some things, or it’s not quite to your liking on the details, this is sort of my toe back in the water after kinktober.

Thankfully it’s not as bad as last year, but ya still gotta give yourself some leniency after a challenge, y’know?

CW: teratophilia, sacrificing, tentacles, possible oviposition? U can kinda ignore that tbh, but it’s there. Breeding kink is lightly impied, size difference is also implied, squirting

It was an ancient, possibly outdated tradition, to sacrifice women to a god in exchange for a good harvest. Yet, ever since you could remember, each spring had been marked by the offering of a fertile woman to the god of the sea your town relied on. Normally, said woman was on the younger side, around eighteen to twenty for the best fertility chances, but your grandmother had always warned you that standards were likely to change. So, as you bathed and mentally prepared for whatever happened to the sacrificial brides of your god, you weren’t surprised at your position.

You weren’t a virgin, nor were you eighteen, or even twenty, in fact, you’d gotten married before you had been chosen to be this year’s sacrifice. Yet, there you were. Your hands being tied behind your back by your husband before you were walked down to the beach, nude, to await your new ‘husband’.

Like any other sacrifice to your town’s god, you had been tied to the edge of the dock. Your hands bound behind you, your foot tied firmly to one of the sturdy supports. So, all you could really do was sit on the rough wood of the water-warped platform and listen to the waves lazily lapping at the sand beneath the dark, star-speckled night sky.

However, it wasn’t more than two hours max before you first spotted an odd, slow movement in the water. Too slow for it to be some sort of person, but too big to be a fish. It’s okay, You told yourself as you watched the form approach and sink into the glittering soup before you, Brides don’t always turn up dead. It’ll probably be okay, no matter what happens.

With that, you took a deep breath to calm the knot of anxiety that formed in your chest. Yet,when you felt the cold, watery slime of a tentacle’s smooth skin against your own, you still jumped and attempted to scramble away. Yet, there was little you could do beyond scoot as far from the edge of the dock as your tether allowed. Not that your nerves did much to dissuade more green tentacles from rising out of the water to snake around your ankles and wrists, or around your waist to trap you in place. To hold you hostage while more tentacles emerged from the cool sea water to explore your nude body. It was disgusting.

Yet, at the same time, it was thrilling.

Ever since you were little, you had heard tales and rumors about all of the many things that might happen to the ‘brides’ your town offered to the sea god in exchange for the plentiful fish, including the exact situation you now sat in. But, in those past years until your own eighteenth birthday had passed, some part of you had always feared the possibility of becoming the sea god’s bride.

However, when you’d passed eighteen and gotten married, that fear had gone dormant. But, it hadn’t left completely. After all, how could a woman ever put to rest the anxiety of being one bad flu season away from being chosen to risk being torn to shreds or split in half?

Only to find, that the slow slide of tentacles, and the gentle kisses of their suction cups against your nipples or the tender skin of your inner thigh didn’t disgust or scare you as much as you had expected. Instead, they excited you.

Even when a rather meaty tentacle slipped between your legs to prod at your dampening cunt, the pressure of it against your folds sent lightning through your blood, and the stretch of it pushing into you was enough to wipe away the fears and earn a lewd noise. And while yes, you weren’t a virgin, as hardships had left sacrificial options too slim to offer an eighteen-year-old woman and ensure something like that, there was simply something far more exciting than your human husband could achieve.

Yet, that didn’t keep the tentacle from settling deep within you, creating a bit of a bulge in your belly while your muscles twitched and stretched to accommodate the growing girth of the appendage within you. Nor, did it stop the tentacle when it began to move.

In. Out. In. Out. The tentacle’s movements within you were slow. Curious, almost. The odd, slick appendage somehow able to brush against and find each of your sweet spots as it pushed deeper into you to explore every inch of your gummy walls. And, while the monster you had been sacrificed to didn’t seem interested in your pleasure, the tentacle’s slow, thorough thrusts and flexes still managed to draw lewd moans out into the warm night’s air. Oh god, why does this feel so good? You managed to think while your back arched off of the rough wood of the dock you laid on into the inquisitive caress and attention of the tentacles that still squeezed and toyed with your breasts. Feeding the fire in your veins that you tried to ignore, even as the more primal, needy part of you begged, More. More! I feel too good. I need more! In a shameful plea for that pleasure to continue to be indulged.

And, as if the god had read those deep, lust-addled thoughts, the tentacles that snaked around your breasts and toyed with your nipples squeezed your mounds and the thicker tendril that stretched your cunt so deliciously flexed against that special spot within you. Pulling another, louder cry of desire from your throat with the force of the lightning it sent hurdling through you. Yet, even as your blood screamed with need, and the chill of the water-cooled tentacles that held your wrists and legs down were the only things keeping your small body from combusting, your new husband kept going. “Hah! W-wait! Hold on!”You begged into the spring night’s air, able to feel the tell-tale tightening of your muscles with each brush of that thick tendril against your g-spot. “I-I’m gonna- ngh!- going to c-cum! I’m gonna cum!” You screamed, no longer scared of your fellow townsfolk hearing your blissful calls over the waves when your euphoria crashed down upon you with such force that your juices squirted out slightly.

Though, your pleasure didn’t end with the deviant pleasure. You merely got a brief break from the friction, as the tentacle that sat buried in you stilled to let you stare up into the colorful night sky and catch your breath. And, for a second, you thought your monster husband had somehow sensed that you had orgasmed and was going to stop or at least pause their movements. However, the tentacle only paused for a moment, before you felt the already thick girth of the tendril move more within you.

Not to continue fucking into your twitching entrance, though, but to push something into you. The...egg? Capable of being felt as it slid down the length of the tentacle to settle into your womb. Followed quickly by more and more masses being pumped into your belly to the point that your belly began to look bloated. Not that you minded, though. You simply laid on the dock, listening to the waves lap against the supports beneath you while the tentacles kept hold of your limbs until your monstrous husband was satisfied with how plump your belly had gotten. Only then, did those strong tendrils finally release you to lay on the dock beneath the stars. Exhausted, slimy, and bred.

#bsd #Bungo stray dogs #Lovecraft x reader #x reader #monster x reader #spicy #lemon #ask #tentacles #Hp lovecraft #kinktober #not sfw #monster spice

[exhausted-archivist]

Art Used in the Dragon Age: Official Cookbook: Tastes of Thedas

While there was some new art, previously seen concept art, there was also the use of ending credit slides. Some possibly denoting certain world states that I briefly referred to in the master post here.

I've split it into sections of:

New Art

Previously Shown Art

Character Art and Slides

General World State Ending Slides

Everything is going below the cut because this will be long. I will also note which page and recipe each image accompanies in the book for easy reference. (Here's to hoping tumblr doesn't mess with the image layout.)

Edit 10/30/2023: Added the page numbers that were missed because it glitched out and deleted things when I tried to go over 30 images and didn't notice till now.

New Art

Page numbers from top left to right going down:

Orlesian Woman: Sour Cherries in Cream, p. 121, Tevinter Pumpkin Bread, p. 151

Building Etching: Crow Feed, p. 43, Antivan Sip-Sip, p. 161

Spider Design: Posion Stings, p. 115

Sea Creature: Lamprey Cake, p. 147

Smoking Meat Racks: Smoked Ham from the Anderfels, p. 95

Antaam Spearman: Unidentified Meat, p. 37

Admiral Isabela: The Hissing Drake, p. 157

Etching of Bowl: Rivaini Couscous Salad, p. 19

Etching of Platter: Nevarran Blood Orange Salad, p. 13

Table Setting: Goat Custard, p. 127

Red Bear: Conversion Charts, p. 172

Giant: Lamprey Cake, p. 149

Blue Building: About the Authors and Photoghraphers, p. 175

Mabari and Army: Roasted Turkey with Sides, p. 99

These are all new images with three of these looking to be concept art: the presumably Orlesian woman looking at Andrastian themed items, the antaam spearman preparing to throw a spear, and the table setting of what looks like it might be for Rivain or Tevinter based on the aesthetic. Though I lean more Tevinter due to the snake on the basket.

The bowl and platter look to maybe be prop designs, and they are distinctly bird themed with what looks like feathers around the base of the bowl and then mirrored crows on either side of the platter with a dagger etched in the center.

The red bear shown here is new, though it is similar to a mural in Dragon Age: Inquisition in the barn where there is a green-ish bear with stars on its muzzle breathing what might be fire, while holding the white silhouette of a figure with antlers. (Couldn't attach it due to there being a photo limit.)

Then to further note that the dark blue building image looks similar to some concept art/Development images from Dragon Age: Dreadwolf (DA4)

Previously Shown Art

The piece below have been shown elsewhere before, but there are some new additions so I am showing it here separately from the new art.

Ferelden Spread: Roasted Wyvern, p. 85

This is was first shown in The Art of Dragon Age: Inquisition and is labeled as "Fereldan Fineries". It was coloured and lacked the two figures in the back left of this image. (Below)

Character Art

Cole and Maryden: The Emerald Valley, p. 169

Sera: Sera's Yummy Corn, p. 103

The Iron Bull and Krem: Hot Chocolate, p. 159

Varric and Aveline: Varric's Favorite Pastries, p. 143

Josephine and Inquisitor: Fish Chowder, p. 59

Leliana: Grilled Poussin, p. 77

Cullen: Croissants, p. 137

Morrigan and Keiran: Nettle Soup, p. 65

King Alistair: King Alistair's Lamb and Pea Stew, p. 67

These were mostly character specific ending slides you could get in DAI, going from the top left to right they are slides for: Trespasser: Human Cole ending up with Maryden. Trespasser: Partial image of a slide for an Inquisitor who agrees to become a red jenny with Sera and the Inquisition is disbanded. Trespasser: Iron Bull and the Chargers are alive and taking jobs throughout Orlais and Ferelden. Trespasser: Varric is Viscount Trespasser: Josephine, her personal quest completed. This is the romanced Josephine version. Trespasser: Leliana, not Divine Trespasser: Cullen, having not taken lyrium during Inquisition Inquisition: Morrigan and Keiran leaving Skyhold World of Thedas vol 2: King Alistair

Ending Slides

Antaam Slide: Lentil Soup, p. 63

Halamshiral Slide: The Hanged Man's Mystery Meat Stew, p. 57

Grey Warden Slide: Sweet and Sour Cabbage, p. 61

Disbanded Inquisition Slide: Sugar Cake, p. 145

These were all ending slides you could get at some point in Inquisition, from the top left to right: Trespasser: The Qunari threat Inquisition: Kicked out of Halamshiral with low approval Inquisition: Grey Wardens were kept in southern Thedas to rebuild, they are estranged from the Wardens in Weishaupt Trespasser: The Inquisition was disbanded

Final Thoughts and Implied World State

Overall the world state makes a lot of sense I think, they went with the one that would be less quantum - so no one is dead or could be dead and is in an important role; hence Cassandra being Divine,

Summary

Inquisition is disbanded

Grey Wardens are divided; though as of the comics and Tevinter Nights we know regardless all Wardens have been called back to Weisshaupt. Unclear if the civil war mentioned in DAI is actually happening.

Morrigan has Kieran and he doesn't have the old god soul anymore

Cole is human

Josephine had her personal quest done.

Leliana wasn't killed in Origins, she is fully human and now retired.

Alistair is king

Cassandra is Divine, no clear answer on the state of the Seekers.

Cullen is retired and established the sanctuary for former templars.

#dragon age #dragon age official art #dragon age tastes of thedas #da: tot #josephine #josephine montilyet #morrigan #cullen #cullen rutherford #the iron bull #krem #sera #leliana #cole #varric #varric tethras #alistair #king alistair #alistair theirin #isabela

[dantemegau]

I recently noticed how much food and drink is mentioned/ on screen in OFMD. I started to compile a list for fun and it expanded QUICKLY. Here it is in its current state.

FOODS & DRINKS

Breakfast

Orange Marmelade

Breakfast in Bed with Doug

Breakfast in Bed with Ed

Whipped Seaweed Breakfast

Good French Bread

Roach’s Peanut Paste

Lunch

Brain Couscous

Queen Soup

Captain Hornigold’s seafood soup

Snake (well tenderized, you could be a chef)

Sammy/Sandwich for the trip

Some of the Crew (young and succulent)

Republic of Pirates Street food Lobster

Dinner

Enby Dinner Smorgasbord

Rabbit (well tenderized, you can barely taste the shit)

Monsieur Prawn’s Dinner

Little Plates (Tapas)

A fine fish

A rat terrier named ‘Pepper’

Finger Foods at the Widow Bonnet’s Art Show

The slop we can afford

Gravy Basket (whatever that is exactly)

Ned the Leopard’s Chicken

Childhood Trauma Goose

Spanish Jackie's a la Carte

Favorite of all the Horses Family Dinner (followed by emotional connection desert)

Tea Time

40 Orange Glaze Cake

Yummy Lavender Soap

Raw Seagull

Another Toe (Carrot Cake in Fondant)

Candied Melon Silk Moth

Drinks

Calypso’s Birthday Cocktails

(Lavender) Tea with a Dollop of Milk and Seven Sugars

Sleepy Chamomile Tea

Haunted Island Coconut Cocktails

Republic of Pirates Coconut Cocktails

Free Drinks for Sea Gods

Blood

Juice from the Nose Jar (nutty)

Izzy’s “Emotional Support” Bottle

Give me Drinks or give me Death (Zheng Style)

Lime Ricky

Lighthouse Fluid

So tempted to procrastinate on my actual work and turn this into a cookbook…

#rip Geraldo you would have loved Spanish Jackie's serving food #eating my way through Stede's third divorce #yummy lavender soap #Spanish Jackie's food #lime ricky #roach cooking #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd season 2 #ofmd spoilers #food #drinks #alcohol #roach ofmd #ofmd cookbook #fandom food #cookbook #hbo max #ofmd food #izzy hands #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #zheng yi sao #spoilers #spanish jackie #geraldo ofmd #Geraldo x Spanish Jackie #ricky banes #prince ricky #lime rickey

[theoppositeofprofound]

Assigning First Age humans favorite foods for reasons

Bëor/Balan: Holds a traveller’s fondness and fear towards the humble mushroom; he counts himself lucky that Nargothrond is so vigorous in fungiculture.

Haleth: Though she’s eaten orc (before the elves got all hysterical about it) she doesn’t like it. As an older woman she gets a taste for dried hawthorn and very piquant rowan wine.

Marach: Grains are a new indulgence, he was never much of a farmer while on the march. In Estolad he finds a love of barley cakes.

Adanel: Raises ducks for gizzards

Imlach: Turnips in mountain goat butter. Like elves, he’s not “lactose tolerant” but cold climate girls make do.

Andreth: Innovated heavily in the field of Jellies, combining old advice from her teachers and elf lore to finalize the perfect crabapple jam.

Bregor: Lake trout with bitter orange.

Beril: Trained truffle hounds and valued her prizes highly.

Emeldir: Roast pig, fattened and butchered in autumn. As the main coordinator, she takes pride in the finished product and lets herself have a bit of crackling when it’s done.

Barahir: Is impressively lactose tolerant and enjoys an early, soft cheese, baked till its gooey.

Beren: In the dark woods, birds without a brood that year would spit crop milk into his mouth. It isn’t the taste he misses but the sense someone was one his side. Also hot drinks—after years being hunted it’s nice to have the security to build a fire.

Húrin: Lamb with a a certain blend of spices, the recipe reportedly over the mountains by his ancestors. No one uses cumin like Hador’s people.

Huor: The elves of Gondolin kept snail—he’s never been able to recapture the crisp, woody taste of their eggs.

Morwen: Dove, roasted, maybe a little more raw than is advisable but she trusts her butchery.

Rian: Nectar from the woodbine that blooms late in spring

Ulfang: Fresh wild-strawberries; his sons would bring him handfuls of them when they were small.

Bór: He likes a fermented milk, somewhere between kumis and filmjölk, but he’ll also drink milk raw just to flex on Maedhros’ kin.

Aerin: Even before she was tasked with feeding great numbers in the shadow of famine, she had a fondness for the humble onion.

Tuor: Bumblebee honey, dug out of the ground right at the coming of winter, when the bees are dying and don’t need it anymore.

Túrin: A pine nut/bear fat/mandrake pemmican Beleg taught him. None of his friends handle the alkaloid content as well as he does. He likes raw potatoes too.

Nienor: Used to catch the snakes that came to prey on her mother’s birds and make them into soup. As Níniel she eats crabapples before they can be jellied.

Dior: Little minnows found in the cold streams of Doriath and around the island of his birth. Also, eel.

Brandir: Roast chestnuts—he uses his cane to crack them open to the delight of children.

Eärendil: Enjoys shark as a child, before Morgoth’s seeping rot builds up dangerously in local bioaccumulators. Likes fennel in Sirion and the sea buckthorn that grows near his lady’s tower across the waves.

Elros: Seafood is a steady source of protein for an establishing society. Once they have the stores to use their sheep for meat as well as wool though? He’s your king for mutton in almond milk.

#since my second age post has been going around #the silmarillion #edain

[thefirstknife]

I figure we should get this established before next season: what do we actually know about the serpent (?) on Titan?

Literally nothing! :D

There's two creatures in the methane sea on Titan, to be clear.

One was sometimes visible on the surface and it looks like a sea serpent arching through the waves. You'd only be able to see a small part of it and can best be visible from out of bounds look:

This is just how the model works, you could only ever see a portion of this because it would spin under the waves. This is how it would look to us:

The other creature was only visible at the bottom, most clearly at the end of Savathun's Song strike. It looks distinctly more like a worm:

The brief sequence we see in the teaser show a long creature with back ridges:

Looks faintly more like the first creature? The long boy in the soup. It feels more snake-like, though obviously we can't tell right now with certainty. The second creature looks more like a Hive worm and we know the Season of the Deep creature isn't a Hive worm because we've seen its eye.

But what are these things on Titan? We've never found out. The creature you can see on the surface, the first one, was literally just a visual thing and only referenced by Drifter back in Arrivals as "long boy in the soup." We've never actually heard anything substantial about any of the life on Titan, although we do know that it's been there from before the Traveler. At least some of it, that is. The second creature might be a consequence of the Hive taking over the moon.

#destiny 2 #season of the deep #sea creature #ask

[legs-art]

ELEMENTAL REALM / ECLECTIC CHAMBER OCS!

Hiiiiiii first art post I'm sharing publicly! This has been a month in the making but it's so worth it. These are a handful of characters in my OC universe, the Elemental Realm! AKA the Eclectic Chamber, I'm currently going through a name change from elemental realm to eclectic chamber. Don't worry about that.

Italicized names mean those are placeholders while I still try to come up with a better name. For some, those placeholders have been there for years :P whoops

These comprise pretty much all the significant characters I have (with a guideline of appearing in at least 2 stories although there's some exceptions). There are roughly another 100 or so characters that I opted not to include because they're either not as significant, I don't have an interesting design for them, or I just didn't feel like it. Full namedrop behind the read more in case you're interested! Maybe I'll do a part 2 of this in a year or so, who knows.

If there's any characters here that tickle your fancy, shoot an ask or a comment for me to infodump about them! Quality of infodumping may vary, especially considering I still have to step around spoilers and whatnot, but I'm very interested to show you how these characters have been sculpted in my head over these past several years. (Also, I will be revealing some info about the story ideas I already have in mind for the Elemental Realm soon, so stay tuned for that!)

Uhhhhhh yeah. Hopefully I'm not forgetting to say anything important. I really love what I made lol I hope I can finally start moving this universe outside of my head and into the world ^_^

Anyway, yeah, sorry to the following for not making the cut:

The Pawn

OBJECT

Pirate Cat

Frost Wyvern

The Other Plant Species

Ishmael

Olive Hills Grandmother

Disco Restituo Grandmother

TVHead Salesperson

The Hidden Prime Minister

AtmOS

Operatic Nobeard

KUR-180 (Ferret Form)

Hyperlink Trace II

Squirrel

Wibblewobble Vortex

Cuttlefish "Danger" Aromantic

Sporror

Teodoro Locksmith

Galleria Monies

Vapo Sea Devil

Sternum Crease

Base Sorceress

Nom Diamonds

Zareen Hangus

Mark Genuine

Blundered Impersonator

Alice

Senderman

Jasper

Cow Cowboy

Blood Knight

Ice Prince

Ice Squid

Ice Cephalopod

Stratos

Kozmo

Old Guy With Badger Stand

Overseer

Loomynutty

Blobular Shapeshifter

Santa

Krampus

Chad Shakespeare

Angelsbane

Elephant Friend

The Tourist Trap

Fluffy Boy Rabbit

Fluffy Boy Bear

TTRPG Komodo Dragon

Windmill Gnome

Robot Police Dog

Little Mouse Guy

Perfect Soup Nerd Bird

Sentient Tiny Hot Air Balloon

Lugnarts

Verde Mermaid

Clownimatronic / The Machine

The Crescents

Suntronic

Mongoose Man

Blizzard Wizard

Kulfi Wala

The Beast

Still Chaos Penguin

Caged Water Beast

Metakellos

Monsterfucker Snake Robot

Rodrigo

Crystal Aurora King

Star Matter Ursa

Glorp

ANN-13

Crysple

X-02

Pyramid Of Mayhem

Fishbowl

Top Hat

Alien Traffic Control Tower

Fridgey

Dice

Easel

The Stalker

Majesty Of Colors

Andromeda V5

#legs elemental realm #legs eclectic chamber #legfins art

[lunastarhawk]

Pin Him Down

18+ only! Adult sexy times ahead, minors look away, this is not for you!

A smutty, smutty rewrite of "I'll keep an eye on him" in Book VI Chapter 3 of Julian's route, part of the Between the Deep Blue Sea and the Devil ongoing collection of rewrites.

I opened a doc to start part 23 of ToM and this fell out instead, oops.

Part 1 - Altheia tries to give Julian Mazelinka's magic soup, but he doesn't want to sleep just yet.

Part 2 - She wants what he wants and he wants what she wants. And then she ties him to the bed.

Excerpt

His lips parted and he craned up to reach for her, but as she held him down and gave a teasing smile, he couldn't reach high enough to kiss her.  But he could move his head forward just enough to brush his nose over her collarbone.  That faint touch was enough to make her lean forward just a little more, and arch her neck back.

Julian closed his eyes as his nose tracked to the curve between her neck and shoulder; then, to the hollow at the base of her throat.  She felt his soft inhale, heard a happy hum, and the gentle vibration of his voice as he murmured,

“You smell like the sea.”

She couldn't hold back a light giggle.

“Salty, you mean?”

“Mmm, not just that.  Like you've spent your life on the coast, or a ship.”

“I do spend a lot of time at the beach.”

“That explains it.”  His hot breath tickled her throat as his nose dragged up to her pulse.  “And vanilla.  Full and sweet.  And something else… some kind of citrus?”

“I'm impressed.”  Altheia's hand slid from Julian's shoulder, up the back of his neck.  “It's bergamot.”

“Of course.  Beautiful.”  He turned his face up to her, his eye pleading but his smile sultry.  “Closer.”

She leaned forward far enough now that her breasts brushed his chest, but she pinned him now with hands on his shoulders, stopping him from arching to press against her.  She bent to the collar of his shirt, loose enough that her nose could burrow in to find the crook of his neck.

His scent washed over her, stirred something powerful in her, that familiarity, that need, stronger than it ought to be. Musk, coffee, leather, hemp, the sea. Her tongue darted between her lips to touch his skin, and then she pressed her lips there, feeling his breath shudder beneath her.  Her lips curved into a smile against him as she said,

“Salty.”

A burst of a laugh from Julian, and Altheia sat back, smiling down at him fondly.  And she bent low, her hands cupping his slender jaw, as she whispered,

“Closer. ”

She sighed into Julian's kiss.  His lips were soft, warm - surprisingly so, considering the coolness of his skin elsewhere.  Their movements were focussed, elegant, needy, but tender.  His nose pressed into her cheek, one arm snaked around her lower back, the other hand slid under her hair.

The strength of feeling that rose up in her was overwhelming and she pulled back.  Need for the closeness, for his touch.  Desire for his body, for more.  And something like… like love.  That was absurd, she knew, she barely knew more than his name.  And yet… it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

His brow furrowed lightly in concern.

“What's wrong?  I… I'm sorry, it's too much, too soon… I just…”  He bit his lip as he searched for the words, his hands restless over her arms, her back, her sides.  Eventually he rested his forehead on her shoulder.  “I want to make something real.  With you.”  He lifted his head to look into her eyes again, and there was a sad slope to his brow as his palm rested on her cheek.  “If only we had more time.”

She frowned lightly.  What did that mean?  Something real?  More time?

Still, her heart pounded and the hot wave of need rising up between her legs was insistent.  If they didn't have much time together, then…

“Let's make the most of the time we've got.”  She bent and met his kiss as his mouth sought hers.  She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and pressed her mouth against him, her lips moving against his as she said, “Closer.”

#the arcana #the arcana game #julian devorak #the arcana fanfic #julian devorak fanfic #julian x oc #altheia featherstone

[mania-sama]

rule #5 - james picard

Rule #5 - James Picard - Fish in a Birdcage

Genshin Impact Pairing - Alhaitham/Kaveh, Kaveh & Tighnari Tags - poison, angst, graphic depictions of illness, vomiting, ambiguous/open ending, suffering! kaveh, caring! alhaitham, medical inaccuracies, unresolved romantic tension Summary - Due to his close association with Alhaitham, Kaveh has an angry red target on his back for all the people Alhaitham has ever made an enemy of to aim for. If anyone wants to hurt Alhaitham, they would have to do it through Kaveh. Word Count - 2,977 Cross-posted from Archive of Our Own Whumptober 2023 - Day 1: Poisoned See my full Whumptober 2023 Challenge on Tumblr or Ao3

Ever since Alhaitham became the Acting Grand Sage, Kaveh has had to live his life under an absurd amount of restrictions. He can’t walk alone at night. He has to make his own food and drink solely water. If he needs an alcoholic drink, he can only go to Lambad’s and he has to watch it be made. He has to keep his vision on at all times, even at night. The door must always remain locked. He needs to be extra vigilant when in public, and he can’t meet with anyone even remotely suspicious for a commission. Above all else — of which Alhaitham finally agreed that his hypervigilance on this subject is actually useful — he shouldn’t tell people of his close relations to Alhaitham.

All because Alhaitham decided to overthrow the government, banish the officials to prison and exile, and sit on the throne himself. Not that he ever wanted the position, but that point doesn’t matter when his enemies are keenly aware of all the other things he did. And Alhaitham has a lot of enemies.

Kaveh doesn’t doubt that his life is in moderate danger. He’s not stupid, only annoyed and becoming increasingly more miserable as the days drag on. It’s been three months, and Alhaitham still hasn’t found a person to transfer the title to. He’s made at least three meals every day to feed both of them. He carefully inspects every ingredient with his Dendro Vision before he buys it. He hasn’t gone out at night without a highly-ranked Matra tailing behind. He checks the lock twice when he goes out and when he turns in for the night, even after Alhaitham has already done it.

That’s the only pleasure he takes from this experience; Alhaitham has to follow the same restrictions that he put on Kaveh. It’s unfortunate that Alhaitham is as emotionally stunted as a frog and doesn’t express his discontent as jovially as Kaveh does.

He cooks two dinners for the ninety-third day in a row. One is a plate with two stuffed falafel sandwiches on pita bread, and the other is a bowl of warm soupe jo and a tossed salad on the side.To make his life easier he normally cooked them both the same meal, but he is in desperate need of his comfort food that Alhaitham happens to not like.

Since he woke up, a snake has coiled and constricted his lungs with an intensity he would be loath to forget. His hands shook all through the morning, and the only reason he dared leave the house was to pick up the ingredients for the soup he craved. His heart beat rapidly as he scanned the ingredients twice before putting them in his cart.

The only thing that had momentarily dampened his panic was the beautiful china bowl he saw on his way back home. Instead of the typical blue and white design, it was splashed with black and shades of orange that produced a vibrant sea of floating lanterns. And nevertheless, it was a handcraft by a woman who lit up with desperate hope when she caught Kaveh studying the bowl.

Of course Kaveh bought it.

He’s setting out the dishes as the door unlocks. A jolt of anxiety shoots up his throat even though he knows it’s Alhaitham. His roommate has come home at the same time every day for the past ninety-three days. While Alhaitham is wholly dedicated to keeping Sumeru afloat during her fragile transitional period — the evidence shows in the stacks of papers he brings into the house every evening — he will not stay in his office even a second longer than he has to. Kaveh is sure not even Lesser Lord Kusanali could hold him back.

“That better not be soup you’re serving me,” Alhaitham calls from the foyer. Kaveh rolls his eyes.

“Good afternoon to you, too.” He hears a rustle of papers, and then click of the door being locked. The papers are dropped unceremoniously somewhere in the living room, he’s guessing. Alhaitham appears a second later.

Alhaitham stares at the soup bowl for a moment before making his way to his side of the table. “When every bit of your salad is covered in cheese, it cancels out the healthiness.”

It’s the same argument they have whenever he makes salad to his liking. He prefers to eat healthy, but he hates the taste of leaves. So he douses it in cheese to cancel out the unfavorable texture and flavor. Whether or not this diminishes the “health value” of the salad has been in hot debate ever since they were students.

Kaveh gently pokes his spoon into the soup. It would taste heavenly on his tongue if it weren’t for the intense ill feeling he had in his throat. “You’re anxiety hasn’t eased,” Alhaitham comments in Kaveh’s silence. The scholar takes a bit of his sandwich and stares at Kaveh intently, waiting for a reply to the not-question.

“No. I thought I was worried about you, but honestly, I think it’s gotten worse since you’ve come home,” Kaveh mutters in between swallows. Alhaitham eats at a slower pace than Kaveh, and never once checks beforehand if the food has a toxin Kaveh hasn’t detected.

He remembers asking Alhaitham about that on the first day of their three-month-long hell. He dug into the meal Kaveh made without a moment’s hesitation. When he noticed Kaveh’s flabbergasted look, Alhaitham had the audacity to look confused himself.

“You’re not even going check that?” Kaveh asked, unable to hide his incredulous tone. “What if I missed something?”

Without missing a beat, Alhaitham responded in a neutral tone: “You are the most detail-oriented person I know, Kaveh. The only way this could be poisoned is if it was done by your hand.”

The architect stared back, wide-eyed and surprised more by the unimpressed expression Alhaitham held. “Do you trust me that much?”

“You wouldn’t have a glowing target on your back if I didn’t.” Alhaitham returned to his meal after that and refused to engage in more conversation on the subject.

Kaveh turned his words over and over in his mind for a few following weeks. It wasn’t that what he said was hard to understand, but more so the implications that it held. Actually, the day that Alhaitham told him, “My enemies will go through you to get to me,” had been when his entire world flipped upside down.

It implied Kaveh was the only person Alhaitham cared about enough for their actions to truly hurt him.

Kaveh watches Alhaitham eat now, wondering if he should bring the conversation up again. He wonders if the heat creeping through his body is from the prospect of talking about love with his roommate and closest friend.

Then he feels his body sear with fire in his veins and realizes his pounding heart isn’t from nerves.

His arms lock up first, and the spoon he was holding clatters uselessly to the table. Alhaitham looks up at him with furrowed eyebrows at first, and it isn’t until Kaveh takes a shuttering breath that panic overtakes his features.

Kaveh lets out a cry against the boiling of his skin. It feels like he’s being cooked from the inside, and he pressed his hands against his arms, then his chest and face. He digs his fingernails into his skin and squeezes his eyes shut against the pain. His dry heaves, feeling acid travel up his throat but ultimately stops before it reaches his mouth.

He gasps again, but the air only trickles into his lungs like a broken faucet. His heart pounds in protest of the lack of oxygen. He scratches at his throat and tries to speak, but everything that comes out is a garbled mess. He forces his eyes open to look at his soup, to somehow find what he missed, and coughs at the emotionless liquid.

If it weren’t for Alhaitham, he would’ve already torn out his throat by now. The fire in his veins keeps his fingers twitching, but his arms have been pulled away from his body, and Alhaitham’s horrified yet stern face glares back at him. “We have to go, now!” Alhaitham all but yells, and he hoists Kaveh to his feet. His bloodstream cycles through his legs and heels, leaving an untameable burning every time he steps forward. The door seems so far away, and he can’t breathe, and his muscles tighten all at once. His eyes go blurry with tears, and Alhaitham heaves them both out of the house as fast as he can.

He’s shouting, Kaveh knows. He’s screaming for help as he makes his way down the street. His throat is entirely clogged with backed-up acid, as his body tries despairingly to purge the poison from his body. He coughs, and it sends spikes driving into his chest and skull at the same time. Then he coughs again, and little bits of vomit manage to wretch their way out.

He can’t take in anything when he coughs like that. It’s expelling carbon dioxide from his lungs at a faster pace than he can feasibly replenish it with oxygen. His heart aches, and he feels his brain slow down as he drops unceremoniously onto the hard pavement.

What was poisoned? He doesn't know. How long would it take to die? Alhaitham leans over him and says: “Come on, Kaveh! You can’t lose this fight yet!” It’s sad and hysterical and everything that Alhaitham prides himself on controlling.

The pavement is warm, but not as hot as the fire that cracks his arteries and veins and starves the oxygen out of his heart. He starts to go cross-eyed, and even though he’s heaving and his chest keeps fighting to bring something into his lungs, the pounding in his head begins to slow.

“Stay awake! Everything….” Alhaitham’s voice fades in and out, and Kaveh struggles to keep his eyes on him. Darkness creeps in in blots, and the only thing he can hear is the squeaking of the lungs that are shriveling and dying in his body. “... you! Don’t… me!”

Kaveh doesn’t know what to think. He can’t, really, and instead chooses to focus on the way Alhaitham looks at him. Like Kaveh is the only person he loves. He’s never acted this way. Never caressed Kaveh’s head and pressed his forehead to his in such an intimate manner.

He tries to say something, but his throat gurgles, and nothing comes out. He wants to say that he loves Alhaitham. That he didn’t mean for this to happen.

Then there is someone else in front of him. Kaveh registers the change only because of how fast it happened. A man with comically large ears leans over him, his face scrunched up and close to Kaveh’s own. “... sorry… this.”

There is no warning. Fingers flash down into his mouth and down his throat in an instant and at the same time, a bee stings his arm. He wants to struggle, but he lies flat against the pavement with muscles that won’t comply with his body. His jaw screams at him and tries to lock up, but the fingers push so hard that it dislocates with a crack. It burns in an entirely different way than his boiling blood, and the pain on both fronts causes him to scream with air he doesn’t have. 

He’s forcibly turned over on his stomach and with one painful slap on the back, vomit comes out of him in gushes. The fingers remain dutifully in his mouth and continue to push down even through the mess Kaveh makes all over them. His dislocated jaw aches as he hurls, but the air rushing into his lungs is enough relief that he can entirely ignore it.

But perhaps that’s more due to the fact that he immediately passes out. He wakes seconds later, disoriented and lying in a pool of his own vomit. The man from before hastily props Kaveh onto his side and wipes at his mouth and, much to his horror, nose. It must’ve started dripping out when he blacked out so his body could still release the remaining poison without needing the gag reflex.

Kaveh thinks he’s going to pass out again. His heart pounds in his chest, throat, and head all at once, and he’s gasping so hard that it threatens to tear his throat into pieces. For his own sake, he spits out what he can of the vomit he can still taste in his mouth. When the world sways again, he feels himself being crushed on either side of his body.

“Oh my God,” Tighnari breathes into his ear, and Kaveh startles at his voice. “Oh my God.”

Kaveh doesn’t say anything. He can’t. His blood is still burning, and his jaw shrieks at its dislocation. He can’t even lift his arms to hug Tighnari back. Instead, he settles for pressing his body as close to Tighnari’s as possible, even if he’s covered in puke and stomach acid. He needs Tighnari; needs the warmth and protection that he can provide.

Yet Alhaitham is missing. Kaveh roams the horrified crowd circling the area for his roommate, but he finds no one with gray hair and eyes that can penetrate a diamond. He claws for the ability to respond, but only failure greets him.

“He’s gone for water,” Tighnari says, even though Kaveh wasn’t able to ask, “so you can flush out the remnants of the poison still in your mouth. The only good thing about these fast-acting poisons is that they are easily treatable if they are caught in time.”

His voice is taut yet soothing, and Kaveh lets himself believe that response. He explains in that same tone how he happened to be in the right place at the right time; he heard Alhaitham’s screams for help and ran through the distressed citizens to get to Alhaitham as soon as possible. It’s just Kaveh’s luck that he always carries a poison antidote because people eat dangerous plants all the time. For Tighnari, it’s more inconvenient to not carry one.

The crowd parts easily to let Alhaitham in the wide circle they’ve created, and in his arms are three bottles and a cloth. He passes the to Tighnari who reluctantly lets go of Kaveh so he can help the architect swish the water in his mouth and drain out what he can. When Tighnari’s guiding hands — still covered in Kaveh’s saliva and vomit — press against his jaw, he cries out in pain no matter how hard he tries to hold it in.

It’s all too painful. He passes out for what he presumes is a few seconds when they finally finish. Alhaitham and Tighnari hoist Kaveh up to his feet and start dragging him away from their house and further into the city. “You’ll be spending a few nights in the hospital. What I gave you requires more doses, as well as direct withdrawal of the poison from your system.”

So it was a syringe that poked his shoulder, not a bee. His body was still too hot and boiling but was slowly receding. It may take days for him to feel normal again, if mostly due to phantom pains.

Alhaitham shifts his grip on Kaveh. He’s been uncharacteristically silent since Tighnari’s been there. His eyebrows are furrowed and his mouth is set in a firm line. Kaveh wants to apologize to him. Say that Alhaitham was wrong forever putting his trust in Kaveh. They both knew he was going to mess up eventually.

Kaveh doesn’t know how, but he has somehow made friends with people who are much too intuitive for their own good. Alhaitham turns his head at him, and his analyzing eyes lock into Kaveh’s as though he had heard his thoughts. Through the years, Kaveh has gotten quite good at telling Alhaitham’s emotions and expressions where no one else could.

Now, though, Alhaitham is unreadable. Not in the way everyone perceives him as; a stone-cold man who doesn’t show emotion, not even in microexpressions, but in the way that there is too much being shown all at once. His face is a stormcloud of crackling feelings, waiting for the right time to strike.

“It was in the bowl. It’s new, and because it’s not food, it can’t be injected with poison,” Alhaitham says, his voice strung with the same tension as his body. “It was made specially for you, Kaveh.”

Kaveh could see it, now. He didn’t check the bowl; why would he? It’s just as Alhaitham says: it’s not food, therefore it cannot be injected with anything. But poison can just as easily be rubbed onto a surface, and if it is modified, it can be absorbed into food while retaining all of its potency. Regardless, he wouldn’t have thought that woman to be part of such a scheme. She appeared innocent and desperate.

But that’s what she was going for.

Alhaitham continues, and his eyes blink back a watery shine Kaveh only sees once every two years. “They know your bleeding heart. It’s not your fault.”

Lightning breaks from his stormcloud, and it comes in the form of the crack in Alhaitham’s voice. It pitches up at your fault, and Kaveh can finally see the wretched despair on his face. When Alhaitham’s voice speaks again, it’s the worst sound Kaveh could’ve ever imagined.

“I love you, Kaveh. I wish this wasn’t the price you had to pay for it.”

And Kaveh can’t respond. It’s the most infuriating thing in the world. In his effort to say something back, his jaw screams and his body burns with poison. He doesn’t have the ability to say that he would pay whatever he needs to keep that love, and the irony of that is nearly too much for Kaveh to bear.

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Random thoughts on my second viewing of episode 2 :

The « you wear fine things well » replay : Taika hasn’t the same expression, when I tell you this is a different take, I’ll bet my script supervisor ass on it. If they did that, it’s for underlining the fact that they weren’t seeing the same thing in the relationship…

Stede, my sweet angel… maybe don’t tell everyone you meet (even your lovely towel collegues Maggie, Jane and Tiff) about your heart trouble with fucking Blackbeard.

The way he’s saying « they draw him to look like a ghoul » is so sooooo gay. Like disgusted sassy sista level.

Fuck you that’s how I am may or may not become a motto of mine.

Actually this whole scene, Lucius is in a fucking telenovela. The stop in the doorframe, talking across your shoulder without turning and the little disappointed head nod at the end. « oh, yeah. Now you care ? » (it just missed an hairflip) He came to ham and I’m here for it.

Sea witch again. I mean we actually saw him talking with birds last season so why the surprise.

Ed behind Frenchie in every room like a fucking dead child jumpscare in leather.

He’s actually terrifying all calm and smiling. You can sense that he can turn at every second. Like a MF snake (you know the ones, fuck yuuuuu)

Sir when you approach me like that, all analytical and stuff, I don’t think there’s anything I won’t let you do to me (imagine Ed turning this on Stede in the bedroom pffffiouuu)

*Wheeze « A panto ? » (give this man an Oscar)

I really have trouble with « he’s our dick ».. you are aware that this is the man who had absolutely no problem stranding your love on an island ? Who pushed for it, even ? That in the memory you evoke, he’s the only one not sitting with you all, all alone in the background sulking ? I guess if you consider him like the nasty old dog who bites everyone and barks all the time, I can see it…

You have hope, it’s cute . Archie is actually really interesting because she represents the classic pirate (like Ed’s crew before being Stedefied), being put amongst the crew of what she thinks is probably the rockstar of captains but they do things all weird and emotional (between bloodbaths). You can see that she’s tempted but also don’t hesitate to throw the first punch in the battle to the death because that’s how stuff goes.

Take the fucking leg (« …bitch » very much implied)

The little ships were all over the place. They kinda treat Olu like a himbo this season which if my memories serve me right was the opposite of what he was last season. (He’s still emotionally intelligent but the logical sense seems to have gone. In this scene anyway)

Every time a new character says China, I cannot take out of my mind that they are mocking Trump. (Roach’s one in particular was spot on)

Awwww Olu’s all bashful and shit, I’m sure he’s moving his shoe on the ground, like a little shy child.

Stede, All happy about the soup : So wild it’s insane ! Lucius, eyes rolling to the back of his head : Jesus Christ, Stede, keep your pants on. * gets up and go drag on his cigaret like an old nihilist prostitute. * Ahahaha! Lucius is so done with Stede, I can’t ! He reminds me of me with my mom when I was a teenager. (I was horrible)

shitty pathetic incompetent captain  Holy shit, this burn must have dried up the ocean and that’s why they have to drag the boat on land.

The Oookay of Black Pete must be studied.

I had a dream about you last night  and with that phrase, all Blackhands shippers burst into flames. To then die a horrible death for the next minutes and being turned to dust at … best I could. (Also, If I had told you about « good for you » « it was good for me » I don’t think this is how you would have envision it)

But seriously the acting in this scene was INSANE. (I mean more than good, I mean stellar)his laugh is haunting me.

Wait… wait.. is he doing the romcom trope of being horrible to him so that he would leave, to protect him ? but instead he tortures him until he has no choice but to kill him ? Ed, darling, you basic trope girl.

Yeah I guess we could call it closure. Hum.

Yeah, I am ! And I’m alone ! Don’t be like me. Stede has evolved SO MUCH. I’m actually very much hopeful about the discussion he’s going to have with Ed. It won’t be miscommunication bullshit.

The puppet game… Something tells me Lucius won’t like to listen to Pinocchio anymore. Don’t even ask him to make any voice. Stede! The hand went where you think!

Well, Hello back little black scarf which goes with everything ! Especially with the ultimate descent into the pitts of madness and despair.

Stede is choosing « alive » on Blackbeard old poster : thank you, magic of belief, for saving Ed’s life !

There’s a drawing, I repeat, he doodled Ed’s face amongst little bouts of emo poetry… oh stede.

Beheading, arsoning, just a little bit of a dick love of his life.

HE’S NOT BROKEN. SHUT UP !

calm down, you two, with the head against head : you kissed once. In the words of spicy rat boy « Jesus Christ keep your pants on »

Romance novel cover one legged indestructible little fucker Izzy under the rain.

IZZY’S HEAD ON FANG’S SHOULDER AS THEY ARE KILLING ED, WHAT !

After the pyramid scheme, Olu being the get away text.

Okay, on to the next. It will be a fucking novel.

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