#CAKE FEVER DISEASE

[hrrtshape]

Hello there ❤️ would you share how you spent vday in your dr?

how valentine’s day was in my better cr : a novella, a fever dream, an aesthetic experience, a love story to end all love stories

monday, tuesday : civilian behaviour. school, the humdrum, the daily grind, except coryo is the chauffeur of my suburban dreams, picking me up in the mornings like a perfectly curated boyfriend playlist, and we drive to school, me, unbothered, in the passenger seat of destiny. i love hiiimmmm. but wednesday. wednesday !!!

5pm. the text : pack some things. vague, thrilling, mysterious ???? like a mission briefing, but sexy. i throw my essentials into a bag because intuition tells me that valentine's day will be an event. at 7pm, he picks me up. drives me to the airport. his jet. HIS JET. no hints, no peeks, just the casual absurdity of a seven-hour flight into the abyss of love. i fall asleep on his shoulder like a tragic heroine, a modern-day sleeping beauty, only to be carried (yes, carried !!!!!!!! he's my prince charming) to the car when we land at 4am in paris. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

the ritz. the hemingway suite. i mean, come ON. i am in sweats, barely lucid, but my god, does he know me. paris at 4am is a whisper, a love letter, an empty museum of its own beauty. we sleep another six hours in the kind of sheets that feel like being swaddled by luxury itself. then, valentine’s day begins.

10am . . . breakfast in bed : croissants, honey, mimosas, little tea cakes that taste like poetry. he gifts me a heart-shaped pandora charm with diamonds, and i think, ‘sweet, simple.’ except, no. there is more. I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM.

12pm . . . musée d'orsay, because of course he knows me. at a cafe, he sneaks another charm onto the coffee plate. a beauty and the beast rose. i stare at him like he invented romance. i am giggling. i am twirling my hair. i am about to FAINT from love.

1pm . . . rue saint-honoré. he drags me into miu miu (i want to sob), buys me the little nappa hair clips, and then clips one into my hair outside before kissing my forehead. this man is a disease and i am not looking for a cure. I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM. he's almost about to drag me into louis vuitton and i'm making a run from it because i'd marry him. which is bad because we're 17 !!!!! no marriage !!!

2pm . . . ilang. my favourite restaurant. a shrine to my good taste (no, seriously, if you're in paris...go there ASAP. they have the best best bessssssstttttt korean food).

then, the champs-élysées, where pda levels reach new highs, where he buys me a box of ladurée macarons and matching love bracelets. this is sickening. i have to reciprocate. i buy him an acne studios scarf to match his coat and my miu miu bag, because symmetry is key in love and fashion. i love hiiimmmm. i can barely stand it.

4pm . . . we share airpods, clairo’s ‘juna’ plays, he spins me around on the street, and at this point, i am beyond salvation. send help. (don’t send help.) I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM. he takes like 100 pictures of me, and i swat him a few times. like....tenderly.

dinner : a boat restaurant, eiffel tower views, romance so potent it should be illegal. dessert comes with a love letter. this man. this fucker. i hate him. i love him. (six times over.) actually, seven. i love hiiimmmm.

by the time we're walking back to our hotel, he wraps his scarf around my hair like i'm a 60s french heroine.

11pm . . . we get back. and.

morning. . . i wake up : first, kiss him on the cheek, shift back.

et voilà. a love story, a weekend, a work of art, a religious experience. i will never be the same. i love hiiimmmm. endlessly.

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This is Omar in the rubble of what once was his home, he told me he was just sitting down and his sister took this picture of him.

Today Omar woke up sick, he had a fever and is being affected by a skin disease, he became a patient at the same hospital he usually works at as a nurse.

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[arathejedi394]

snippet from remix of honestly thought i'd be dead by now

“Happy birthday,” Bucky repeated on their way out.

“Thanks,” Steve answered, ducking his head as he smiled a little.

“Anytime, buddy,” Bucky promised. “How’s it feel to be twenty-seven?”

Steve shrugged. “Surprising,” he said.

“Surprising?” Bucky repeated, tipping his head to the side. “How?”

“I honestly thought I’d be dead by now,” Steve answered, his eyes lifted to the velvet blanket of light pollution obscuring the heavens.

“Oh,” Bucky said, not sure what else he could say, his gaze trailing away to the sidewalk beneath their feet. “Oh…”

He’d been in a place like that once. Thrown himself into the Army at 18 to escape memories of his childhood and all the abuse from his doting grandfather, then drank himself almost to liver failure by 24 and a nasty DUI where he’d barely escaped hitting the other car and only injured himself, not to mention all the risky sex he’d had. It had been surprising to him, too, when he lived past that.

Steve just continued to walk, as if he’d said nothing out of the ordinary.

“Why?” Bucky asked gently.

Steve’s lips curled into something that Bucky almost mistook for a smile. He wasn’t sure what it meant instead.

“Lots of things,” he eventually said. “Scarlet fever, polio, lead poisoning from the boat Ma and I took from Ireland over here, I got beat all to shit almost every day growing up, not to mention crashing a plane full of bombs into the Arctic and – Well. I don’t like to talk about it.”

“I see,” Bucky said, his gaze on Steve’s hands slowly picking apart his cupcake half.

“Hell, the serum should’ve killed me,” Steve added. “The odds of me surviving the procedure were one in about a thousand.”

“Seriously?” Bucky replied, his brow furrowing.

“Mhm,” was all Steve said in answer. 

“Why did you do it?” Bucky asked softly.

Steve glanced at him, then down at his cupcake. “I was dying. I didn’t have much longer, anyway. I wanted to go out doing something useful instead of wasting away.”

“Oh,” Bucky said a second time, even softer. “What – what was it?”

“I don’ know,” Steve said. “I was just sick one day. I could only afford one doctor’s visit and the fella that saw me had no idea, either. He even let me come back for free because he thought it was an undiscovered disease. He didn’t discover what it was,” Steve added, “and I ended up being chosen for Project Rebirth, so it didn’t matter. I figured they would get a trial run with me and improve the odds for the next guy to get in the Vita-Ray machine. Only it worked on the first try.”

Bucky blew out his breath. “That’s… that’s intense, buddy.”

Steve’s lips made that almost a smile curve again, and he even let out a short huff of breath. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

Bucky guessed that Steve didn’t want to talk about it. He watched Steve break off a small chunk of his cupcake and put it in his mouth. Bucky then returned his gaze to his half of the cake and decided not to pry.

“I think it was AIDs,” Steve said quietly, suddenly.

Bucky almost choked. “Oh,” he said again as he blinked rapidly at the haze of purple rising in the east. “Um… Wow.”

“Not like I can find out now,” Steve added. “I don’t think there are any samples of my blood before the serum.”

“That –” Bucky started. “That’s horrible, pal. I’m sorry.”

Steve only shrugged. “I deserved it.”

“What?” Bucky said as he frowned heavily.

“I deserved it,” Steve said. “I was stupid.”

“Kid,” Bucky said carefully, “nobody deserves AIDs. Don’t think that.”

“I guess,” Steve muttered, looking up into the east, as well.

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[mintywolf]

A Long Road Home - Page 85 Author's Notes

Page 85

There was supposed to be another panel of the two of them celebrating Laudna’s birthday:

Panel 5: It's Laudna's birthday, or as close to it as she can remember. The remains of an iced gingerbread cake with a candle on it is on the table, with crumbs on both of their plates and a little slice set out for Pâté on a saucer. Laudna is exclaiming in delight over the collection of calico fabric squares for quilting Imogen has given her.

In this continuity she has a Duscar birthday; both here and in Remember Us she mentions that the fatal dinner party, which most likely took place on one of the last days of Cuersaar since Vox Machina rolls into Whitestone on 2 Duscar to discover the aftermath of it, happened just a few weeks before her 20th birthday. (How kind of the Briarwoods to host a fancy party just for her!)

However, when I went back to the Encyclopedia Exandria article on the Exandrian calendar to get a better idea of when I had meant for it to be I realized something I’ve been totally overlooking all this time: Marquet is in the southern hemisphere and has opposite seasons! So even though it’s winter for them now Laudna’s birthday is actually half a year a way. (And incidentally probably close to Imogen’s, since I had envisioned a summer birthday for her.)

But since Winter’s Crest is not a Marquesian holiday and they could theoretically celebrate it whenever they wanted, I figured I could keep that panel as it is and just let the one about her birthday go (or move it into the next chapter, which takes place in the summer). That panel is largely lifted from my fic Come In From the Cold, in which Imogen goes all in on Winter’s Crest to make Laudna happy. So there’s the matching red flannel jammies, Pâté’s gingerbread house, the sunflower-embroidered handy haversack (wrapped in paper painted by little rat feet), and Chateaubriand the Mari Lwyd. (The fic goes into greater detail about the customs, which I largely drew from the rowdy Tudor-Era traditions of Christmas because that seemed the most thematically appropriate for Winter’s Crest in Whitestone, in particular wassailing which, appropriately enough for the Mintyverse Bradburys, involved making a ruckus in the apple orchard to ensure the health of the trees.) The only different detail is the enchanted teakettle, which in the fic Imogen gives to Laudna as a present rather than having bought it previously at the general store. So the contents of that box with the striped paper are a mystery.

They have red pajamas not just because Laudna insists that matching pajamas for the whole family are an essential part of the holiday but because of a belief persisting since the Elizabethan era that scarlet was the warmest color to wear. From the 17th century onward and throughout the early-mid 19th century especially red flannel was the popular choice for winter petticoats, underwear, and pajamas because it was believed that red flannel worn next to the skin would protect against cold and diseases and serve as a remedy for rheumatism. (This is where the classic image of the red flannel drop-seater union suit comes from.) Examples of this can be seen in the literature of the time, (off the top of my head) red flannel nightgowns and nightshirts are described on all of the children in Little House in the Big Woods and in Little Women Beth wears a red merino wool wrapper while recovering from scarlet fever.

Other details on this page include a halfling with a tail because I really like that headcanon, Chloe Bell haberdashery named after my old cat, and a tavern called the Gloating Goat with a sign featuring the smug goat meme, and portraits of Pâté and Calamari as Victorian-era children. I thought Laudna’s vision for them would be a cross between Beatrix Potter and Victorian death photography, which is why they’re wearing fancy little outfits but listing stiffly and awkwardly in the frame. (I mean, any portrait of Pâté is a death portrait as it is.)

[tmbgaresuck]

Hello tmbgaresuck.

I am currently writing this in bed because I am sick.

I listened to Lincoln recently and I now have a bad cough and a fever. I'm really tired too. I was talking to a friend and they said it could have been Lincoln disease. I'm really scared because I don't think I've ever had it before- why would the Johns make diseases for each of their albums... :-(

I know you're no doctor, but do you also suppose this could be, in fact, Lincoln disease? What do I do if it is?!

Thank you for your help,

Cake (the Great)

so sorry to hear that you're ill. Lincoln is probably one of their most volatile albums and causes so many illnesses you could not even conceive. It was so bad that the computer they had it uploaded it on exploded.

the Johns put diseases in their album because they enjoy misery. If your misery is particularly funny to them, they'll include it on their next album. Where do you think they got the ideas for "Now is Strange" or "This Is Only Going To Go One Way". THEY HURT PEOPLE!!! AND DID STRANGE THINGS TO THEM!!!

how do you cure it? First, throw out whatever device you were listening to them on. It's contaminated. Now, fill a bathtub full of oatmeal. When I had chicken pox my mom filled up a bath with oatmeal. After that, listen to some decent music. Probably 70s "dad" rock because it sounds okay and isn't TMBG influenced.

hoping you a good recovery

[qwertycake]

more qpr fluffy squishy platonic writing prompts! wahoo!! part two!!! :)

Same disclaimer applies as my first post - these are aro- and ace-spec centric, may only work for shortform fiction, and feel free to tweak them to be less specific/more specific to specific characters.

Specific is a weird word lol

Anyways…

“We both get caught out in the rain and wait out the weather under the same shelter, and either we’re meeting for the first time or we have a nice excuse to hang out together” AU

“You annotate a book for me and I annotate it right back for you, and we keep passing the book back and forth until its a mess of affectionate scribbles that we keep on the coffee table” AU

"It's hot outside and you love the heat but I hate it and you're being stupidly nice and sweet to me while I'm a grouchy mess" AU

"I can teach you how to play this instrument if you stop DISTRACTING ME by looking so ENDEARING AND INFATUATED" AU

"Keep Talking And Nobody Explodes" AU

"We're both too tired to take care of ourselves because of sickness/work/school/whatever but we immediately find the energy to take care of one another via making tea and grabbing blankets" AU

"We trade clothes for Halloween and do terrible impersonations of one another" AU

"We have a bunch of unfinished craft projects between the two of us and decide to just... finish them all in one day... 24 itty-bitty hours... oh boy..." AU

"We recreate a terrible low-budget movie together" AU

"On Valentine's Day, we decide to make a bunch of garlic bread and cake, and buy each other flowers in the colours of our respective aro-/ace-spec flags... and then the day after, we buy all the chocolate that's finally gone on sale" AU

“I teach you how to do make-up because for one reason or another you’re unfamiliar with it” AU

“Fake dating and having dramatic break ups over silly things in public for shits and giggles” AU

“So, the world might have just ended… so guess who has two thumbs and a bunker that desperately could use a roommate?” AU

“We’re made to play seven minutes in heaven at a party and after a few awkward minutes of silence we both decide to just order a pizza or something while we wait out the seven minutes” AU

“Hey, you can dance, and I can’t, teach me— no, I don’t care that I’ve got two left feet, teach me!” AU

“We’re both artists, maybe of different skill levels, and we decide to draw/paint/make art of each other” AU

“I’m a night owl and you’re more of a day person, so whenever we stop texting because you have to go to bed, I’m stuck laying awake thinking about you Please Enjoy Waking Up To A Bunch Of Messages” AU

“I’m a day person and you’re more of a night owl but I struggle to fall asleep because I’m stuck thinking about how lucky I am to be your friend Hey I Think I Could Stay Up For An Extra Ten Minutes” AU

“We’re both nervous about going to the gym alone so we try going together… but neither of us have the guts to get out of the car so we just go for a walk or something instead” AU

“You’re super into sports and exercise and I’m just getting into it but you hype me up so I’m less nervous about getting started” AU

“I bake a whole bunch, you cook big meals… at the same time of day - our kitchen is chaos” AU

“It’s New Year’s Eve and we’re hanging out at a party and everyone’s speculating that we’re gonna have our New Year’s Kiss together but the New Year comes and we just do a weird handshake” AU

“Non-Fatal Hanahaki Disease AU where we’re some of the few people who don’t experience it because we’re content with whatever non-romantic thing we have together… but we both have hay fever and are very annoyed by the constant barrage of flower petals around us and have to tell our friends to Please Stop Crushing On The Random Barista At Starbucks It’s The Third Time This Week You Are KILLING US” AU

“We’re both alien test subjects who’ve never met before and have to try and plan our escape - bonus points if the aliens are specifically testing for something like amatonormative like All Humans Fall In Love and we’re the black swans of the research since they apparently abducted Only Romantic Allosexuals Aside From Us Somehow” AU

“It’s midnight and you show up on my doorstep unannounced after a long while of us drifting apart, what on earth happened?” AU

“We’re both capable of granting wishes - you’re the monkey’s paw and I’m the guy who’s stuck remedying all the messed up things you have happen to people What Is Wrong With You” AU

And finally…

“I’m laying on the couch at a party drunk/high/exhausted/whatever and you’re looking after me, having only met me that night - I proceed to ramble about how embarrassed I’ll be when I’m older and think back to how I made a fool of myself in front of someone I wanted to be friends with really badly… but luckily for me, you’re flattered that I think you’re super cool” AU

[via-the-cryptid]

So like. A thought that came to me about the Snow Queen AU and the events of Fionna and Cake.

So, while I'm not sure exactly of the logic, but. What if when Snow Betty's crown broke (after the whole being used as a battery thing) was when Fionnaworld lost it's magic? Because the Crown already got kind of busted by the magic drain, and SQ is connected to the crown and stuff. I'm not sure it makes sense, but like. If Betty still has magic even when the Crown isn't actively trying to super-impose another Wizard's madness onto her (and failing), Fionnaworld would still be magic and stuff, so the premise of the show (besides the "look for a different magic crown by traveling across the universe" part) wouldn't exactly apply...

Though, I guess you might have other plans? I just thought like. The Crown getting its phantom circuits fucked up by the magic drain would be an interesting reason for why magic is gone in Fionnaworld, that's all.

I may have a different idea as to how the events of the actual Fionna and Cake show would go, but I think the damage to the crown would at least result in some really weird shit happening in Fionnaworld. like in the episode Broke His Crown, the circuits were rearranging things and everything kept ending up backwards, upside down, and inside out? that basically happens to Fionnaworld for a little while until the crown gets fixed through a combined effort of built-in debugging, Magic Simon, and PB’s VR equipment.

for the actual Fionna and Cake series arc, however, I’ve decided that their world doesn’t actually lose its magic — not in its entirety, at least. It becomes a little more mundane and a little closer to an actual city, like one from before the Mushroom War, but it’s honestly closer to Wizard City or the floating human city than like… New York or Seattle or something. so yes, they’re no longer a genderbent copy of Ooo, but they’re not completely magicless, either.

Fionna and Cake get brought out into Ooo kind of by accident. Magic Simon and Snow Betty were fucking around with interdimensional stuff (not necessarily trying to summon Golb this time, more like trying to world-hop because they were bored) but it went a little sideways and Fionnaworld started having these glowing blue portals appear (because technically, that is what the spell was trying to do, give them a door to the closest alternate reality, they just didn’t expect it to be in Snow Betty’s head). Fionna and Cake decide to go on an expedition to find out what the portals are and where they lead, and… they pop right out of Snow Betty’s head. in the middle of the attempted spell.

and that’s about when the Scarab shows up!

see, he was already alerted by Simon and Betty’s world-hopping attempt, but now they’ve actually succeeded, and that puts them on the level of Scarab’s targets — the ‘gods’ he audits, like Prismo and Cosmic Owl. Magic Simon was already kind of a grey area due to some of the other weird stuff he got into, but now both he and Snow Betty are firmly in the section of Interdimensional Criminal in Scarab’s eyes.

instead of running throughout the multiverse in an attempt to restore the magic to Fionnaworld, their primary goal is simply to get away from the Scarab and specifically to keep Fionna and Cake away. while running, however… Scarab manages to steal Snow Betty’s crown, and that is where they enter the plot of the canon Fionna and Cake. they’re running from the Scarab and looking for a replacement crown, but this time it’s so Betty doesn’t die of 1000-years-old disease.

they do end up getting her original crown back from Scarab and the show ends much the same, but it’s Prismo who separates Fionnaworld with the permission of The Boss instead of it being a Golb-induced dandelion fever trip. the final episode of F&C obviously goes differently as well, but we’ll get into that later bc this is getting a liiiiittle longer than I’d intended.

[dulcisregnumdorm]

Candyfolk lore

TW for discussions of illness symptoms

What are Candyfolk?

Candyfolk are beings ( that can be human, beastmen, merfolk, fae, cy-bugs. etc) who have had their DNA altered due to eating candy that grew in the glace duchy. Most of the time humans mainly refer to themselves as candyfolk while other species will use their previous name to identify but it is not always the case, just preference.

Where did they come from?

In terms of how many different species settled in the Glace Duchy, the Cy-beings (or when they had not evolved from cy-bugs) settled on the continent a long time ago as a weak colony that was kicked out from the greater hive in the Green Wasteland. They settled in the center of the continent near the volcanoes and mountainous regions.

The Humans were dropped off on the continent as punishment for starting a coup against the king in a foreign nation(this could have been around the medieval period in our timeline for reference). They settled more so on the coastline but eventually intermingled with the cy-beings.

As for the beastmen, their presence in the Glace duchy is quite new. Due to what the records say as a dip in the quality of life in the Savanna slums many beastmen were given the opportunity to change citizenship with the Glace Duchy and start anew. This worked out well for the Candyfolk beastmen,Glace Duchy government and the Kingscholar family.

It is unknown when the candy-merfolk showed up on the strawberry milk coasts of the glace duchy. Some argue that they may have been the first ones to settle before the cy-bugs arrived.

What is this Disease?

Even in the modern age both scientists and mages alike are unsure of how candy mutation even exists. According to many studies mutation occurs when any living organism eats an organic piece of candy that naturally grew out of the candy soil of the duchy. Depending on the type of candy consumed, symptoms can vary.

What are the Stages?

Let us use the story of the red velvet baroness’ mutation as an example. When she first ate a piece of red velvet cake there were no visible signs, just the mention of a slight increase in adrenaline and dopamine.

Later it was said that in the next five hours the young baroness began to feel very fatigued, she started to show physical symptoms of said fatigue however she also started to show the signs of a fever and was soon rushed to a local hospital in the duchy. 

As the doctors realized that the baroness was mutating there was nothing they could do to reverse the painful process. All that could be done is bide time hoping that the baroness's pain of her cells heating up and cooking each other would eventually end.

Thankfully for the baroness it did, and she successfully mutated, the odds of a successful pastry-based mutation are usually low in numbers but other things like age, diet and family illnesses can have a profound influence as well. The only thing now the baroness needed to do was receive therapy due to the mental trauma she experienced during the transformation.

[djclawson]

Public Service Announcement

It occurred to me that some fanfic authors are very young, and have grown up on tropes. As you go your way in the world, you will discover that people act differently. Here are some things I've gained from being an adult in the real world for a long time:

No unattached adult man has ever gone into a flower shop, except to buy flowers for his mother, and you can get those at the supermarket.

Your local barista may not, in fact, be looking forward all day to the 20 seconds you spend buying coffee. They work in the service industry. It is their job to be pleasant so that you will come back. They may just want to get through their shift and go home.

People mostly buy cakes at places that sell food in general, not shops that specifically sell cakes.

If you did have your soulmate's first words written on your body, they mostly likely would just be "Hey" or "Hello" like everyone else.

If there was a deadly disease that could be contracted due to un-confessed love, the most logical thing to do is to immediately confess your love to everyone in your social circle, whether you are the victim or they are, so they don't die.

Very few cozy towns have extremely hardcore S&M clubs.

You can meet someone, not like them upon first impression, and then continue to have that impression because they are not very likeable.

Very few people with colds, the flu, and/or high fevers are interested in having sex.

Sex is not a good way to cool off during a heatwave.

You can share a bed with someone of the same sex and not be gay. Interesting note: teenage boys will often refuse to share a bed with other teenage boys and opt to sleep on the floor or in the bathtub because of learned homophobia, and the fact that teenage boys are generally gross. Good hotels will provide you with a cot if requested.

It is harder than you think to get so drunk in Vegas as to accidentally get married to your best friend. They have legal safeguards against that.

Being a camboy/camgirl or a porn star is not the glamorous life you may think it is.

I have been informed by reliable sources that the first time you have sex actually kind of sucks.

The digestive system and reproductive organs are not in any way connected.

[missguomeiyun]

Homecooking [May ed]

Anyone else reading who has "Sun-jae fever"? lol my month of May was basically suffering from this disease. .. & now that the drama Lovely Runner is over, I'm suffering from Monday illness T___T

Leftover gumbo soup (Campbell) with pasta & more veggies. Having rice & long pasta together was kinda weird but you know. .. some Korean soups contains noodles (usually the japchae glass noodles) & that's eaten with rice as well :O

JJM =]

I personally prefer jjambbong but you know. . haha once in a while, jjajangmyeon is great! This wasn't from a kit; I purchased the noodles & the sauce separately. & also added beef to the sauce instead of pork.

My version of a "bun" - aka Vietnamese rice vermicelli with various toppings. I have chicken breast (seasoned with lemon pepper), cucumbers & spring rolls.

Wanted to make a "big pot" item.. . made this ramyeon ddeokbokki. Contains: rice cake, carrot (need carotenoids), cabbage, kimchi, & pork belly.

Ate it with rice & topped with seaweed~

The leftovers tossed into soup form with vermicelli noodles. Who else out there converts leftovers into soup dishes?? :S I don't like making big batches of food bcos I get sick of eating it but things like ramyeon ddeokbokki with a bunch of ingredients is hard to portion down. Normally, it's eaten with rice but I don't like rice that much. .. so oftentimes, I make a soup with some form of noodles with what I have left.

As I was saying. .. I don't like rice that much xD here is a rice bowl =P

& more rice! The soup is a cross between budae jjigae & deonjang jjigae. As deonjang soup base but I added sausage & kimchi to it.

Another one of this Bon-juk congee. This was sooo tasty! I liked this one more than the previous kimchi & squid one.

Anita's creative cooking using expired garlic & chive cream cheese.

I made meatballs & stuffed cream cheese into them. For the sauce, I added more cream cheese, butter, lemon pepper seasoning & black current balsamic vinegar. But then it got so thick so I added milk...

The above was made as a pasta sauce.

It tastes better than it looks, okay? haha You might not believe me but it's true! I am honest when it comes to personal opinions :D I think it could use a little bit more "lemon" but I don't regularly have it available. It's missing a little zesty/tangy kick, you know what I mean?

Black peppercorn steak with ramyeon. SO GOOD!!!

Oh look- another rice bowl. Ribs + air-fried eggplant.

Thick rice noodles with baby bokchoy & fatty beef, feat 1 spoon of my friend Susan's mom's special hot sauce.

Beef & seaweed soup & rice. .. Wow, didn't realize I had so much rice this month HAHA this is crazy!

Thick rice noodles with bokchoy & Busan fish cake. I normally have the flat ones & recently got a bag of these hollow ones. It was okay; I prefer the flat ones personally. They're easier to cut & maybe it's just a psychological factor but I think those ones cook faster. Could also be the brand/ingredients of the fish cake. In theory, if the thickness is the same, & it's just in a diff form, they should take around the same time to cook, right?

That's it~

Sorry for taking sooooo long for this post. Been busy/lazy / fangirling ... hehe

[rabbitcruiser]

National California Strawberry Day

National California Strawberry Day falls on March 21 and you bet it’s the perfect holiday for nutrition lovers to bask in the fruity deliciousness of one of the world’s favorite fruits — strawberries! A whole day dedicated to strawberries? Why not? Not only does this yummy heart-shaped fruit warm countless hearts and delight bellies, but it’s also packed with goodness benefiting our heart, skin, brain, and much more. National California Strawberry Day was birthed in 1983 by the California Strawberry Advisory Board (now California Strawberry Commission) in celebration of strawberries, which can be enjoyed in a variety of recipes.

History of National California Strawberry Day

We all know strawberries rank among the world’s preferred fruits right now but did you know the existence of strawberries can be traced back centuries? According to popular belief, there are traces of strawberry plants in ancient Rome in 234 B.C., their use then was medicinal — they were used to treat depression, fever, kidney stones, and sore throats. By the 14th century B.C., the tiny rare fruit was cultivated in France. In America, the Europeans first discovered strawberries in 1588. However, the variants of strawberries enjoyed today differ from the earlier ones. In 1712, native strawberries landed in France from Chile they were crossed with European strawberries, and the result was the delicious, large berries enjoyed today.

The small bright, juicy, red strawberry, scientific name — Fragaria ananassa, rumored to be berries just like blackberries and raspberries aren’t really in the botanical sense of the word as they are derived from a single flower with more than one ovary, as compared to true berries from one flower and an ovary with several seeds. Examples of true berries are blueberries, gooseberries, cranberries, grapes, tomatoes, bananas, and peppers.

Strawberries are reputed to deliver a world of goodness: Wade off cancer, boost immunity, boost eye, and brain health, and reduce the risk of cardiovascular disease and stroke, among numerous benefits are loaded with vitamins, fiber, and antioxidants. Plus, strawberries seat comfortably as a low-calorie food too which helps with weight loss. Strawberries are also a highlight as they are dubbed as one of spring’s first fruits.

National California Strawberry Day timeline

234 B.C. Strawberries are First Found in Rome

The strawberry plant is first found in ancient Rome but is used for medicinal purposes.

1588 Europeans First Discover Strawberries

In America, the Fragaria virginiana, a species of strawberry native to North America, is found.

1712 Much Loved Strawberry Hybrid

Owing to a French excursion to Chile, the widely grown garden strawberry is born.

19th Century Strawberry Love Widespread

Fresh strawberries become a luxury, being served with cream, and champagne, among other delicacies.

National California Strawberry Day FAQs

How old is the oldest strawberry?

The royal sovereign dates back to 1892 and is one of the oldest varieties of strawberries that still delights households to date.

What is the sweetest variant of strawberry?

The Alpine Strawberry, also known as the wild strawberry, is small, and super sweet with a distinct flavor; it is easy to cultivate too. Such a delight.

What’s a fun fact about strawberries?

Strawberries belong to the rose family. It’s little wonder they smell just as nice too.

National California Strawberry Day Activities

Learn a new recipe

Enjoy a strawberry treat

Pick your strawberry

Strawberries come in about 600 varieties and can be enjoyed in plenty of ways; you could try the easy strawberry milkshake, perfect for any time of the day. All you need is frozen strawberries, milk, strawberry ice cream, whipped cream, and of course, strawberries.

There are lots and lots of options out there; strawberry sweets, strawberry ice cream, strawberry cakes, chocolate-covered strawberries, and strawberry shortbread cookies. Let your heart guide you!

The sunny weather brings the perfect opportunity to be outdoors picking your summer fruits — strawberries. Quick tip, mornings are best to pick and don’t forget to give yourself a treat once done.

5 Awesome Facts About Strawberries

The first fruits to ripen in spring

Strawberries are a terrific aphrodisiac

Strawberries were a symbol of love

Strawberries stand out

California is a major producer

Strawberries and honeyberries are known as the first fruits to ripen with the welcome of spring.

Just like chocolate, strawberries are known to boost mood, increase libido, and heighten pleasure.

In ancient Rome, strawberries were regarded as the symbol of Venus, the goddess of love.

Strawberries are the only fruit with seeds on the outside and that disqualifies them as berries.

California produces more than 80% of strawberries consumed in North America.

Why We Love National California Strawberry Day

Strawberries are super delicious

It’s the perfect healthy snack

Strawberries are symbolic

This nature’s delight is yummy and can be eaten in a variety of ways. Indulge in smoothies, puddings, ice cream, cake, breakfast fruits, desserts, or after-dinner snacks, depending on your preference.

Strawberries are low in calories so we don’t have to worry about packing extra pounds while enjoying the treat that provides tons of nutritional benefits. We love this!

The delicious treat has long been associated with purity, love, fertility, and rebirth. Go ahead, gift your loved one some strawberries today!

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[fatfables]

Big Ben (3 of 3)

The winter was even harder on Ben’s health than the summer had been. He hated going out in the cold and started to stay in bed all day to stay warm. His hands and feet now often felt frozen cold. He would try to warm them by drinking vodka. His nerves now had him on four packs a day. Thank God for the beautiful Diego and his daily deliveries.

The lovers spent Christmas together and what a feast they had. Diego fed Ben more than ever. Christmas dinner was massive, a fat turkey that could easily have fed a family of six. Mountains of roasted and mashed potatoes, big bowls full of roast vegetables, and pints of thick milky gravy. Ben wondered how Diego could afford all this but didn’t ask. They shared a whole Christmas cake and Ben also ate a whole Christmas pudding. Diego was also stuffing his own swelling belly. He couldn’t help himself but join in. Stuffing this sad sack of lard was just such good fun. Ben drank like a fish as well. His face grew redder and his limbs more yellow. Everywhere else his skin was a sickly white. His once thick curly hair was now thinning and he heaved and coughed terribly whenever he tried to move. His massive belly hung so long and low. The sight of the state of him made Diego as hard as a rock. He kissed and sniffed at every inch of sweaty unwashed fat. He took in the smell of all the diseased parts of him and pawed all over his obese parts while Ben lay back smoking heavily. He also had a massive boner from watching Diego. This once thin seventeen year old boy was now a chunky twenty year old young man. He had gone from a 28 inch waist to 36 inches in just under three years. His belly, chest, ass, and thighs were all now soft and round. Still hairless, smooth and tanned, he was a real rolly-polly Romeo. Ben couldn’t believe that he had transformed Diego so. He was both turned on and repulsed by himself. They continued to fill each other’s bellies and fucked for hours.

The big day came on their three year anniversary, 18th February 1994. Diego hadn’t realised how close he was the previous evening when he had fed Ben ten pints of lager, four portions of fish and chips, two Sarah Lee gateaus, and three packets of fig rolls. He had left the 25 stone depressed alcoholic on the edge of ecstacy with a promise of more tomorrow. When he returned in the morning though it was obvious that Ben was not at all well. He had pissed  himself but had been unable to move to clean it. He was shaking and sweating profusely. His once overblown red face had turned ghostly white and his eyes a kind of dirty yellow. Diego was delighted.

He dropped his shopping bag full of chocolate rolls on the floor and ran over to Ben, “Oh babe, you don’t look well.” His voice was already hinting at a fake level of concern. “You need to feed a fever. Don’t worry I’ll look after you.” He picked the plastic bag back up, opened the first packet of chocolate rolls and started pushing them into Ben’s mouth. He made him eat thirty. He checked Ben’s pulse and it was increasing. He would have to go now before it was too late. He couldn’t bear the thought of missing this after putting in so much hard work. “I gotta go get some more supplies and call someone. I’ll be back soon babe.” He kissed Ben on his pale sweaty cheek and grabbed a handful of belly fat and gave it a good squeeze. He then ran out the door.

He returned an hour later with three litres of vodka, six large brown paper bags with a golden arch logo on them, and a nineteen year old femboy called Danni.

Danni wore red high heels and black lace stockings. He was topless, exposing his curvy midriff and pierced nipples. He wore black eye shadow, had long dark dyed hair, and spoke in a camp cockney accent. “Oh wow babe, he’s actually real! You actually did this. You’re just the best ever.” He leaned over and kissed Diego on the lips. Diego kissed him back and slid two fingers along Danni’s ass crack. “Oh Ben,” he said, “I’ve never introduced you. This is my girlfriend Danni. We’ve been together for the last three and a half years. It was actually her idea to respond to your advert. You have her to thank for getting us together.” “He doesn’t look very grateful,” Danni commented.

Ben looked beyond terrible, his huge belly was convulsing, he completely lacked energy. He tried to speak but was surprised to discover that he couldn’t. Diego came up to him and stuffed a cheeseburger into his mouth, grabbed his chin and forced him to chew it. He noticed a tear running down from Ben’s eye. “Oh don’t be like that. You will always be my Daddy. You’re my Daddy and you fuck me. She’s my girlfriend and I fuck her, It was always going to be this way. I had to prove to her that I could actually do this.” He forced a second cheeseburger into Ben’s mouth before he had even swallowed the first one. “Oh, are you struggling babe,” he said “Let me get you something to wash that down with.” Danni passed him one of the bottles of vodka and he poured all of it into Ben’s mouth. He then fed him three more cheeseburgers. Ben gulped and wretched like he was going to puke, but he didn’t. Diego took his clothes off. His massively hard young dick looked longer and rounder than ever. He did a provocative little dance that caused his own soft fat to gently jiggle. He was so smooth and juicy and powerful. God, Danni loved him. She needed him inside her.

He picked up two more bags of McDonald’s and handed them to Diego. “Feed this dumb fucker up and get this over with. I’m bored of him. He’s so fat and ugly. I need you, not him.” 

Diego followed his instructions with joy. Fifteen more burgers and an equal amount of fries went down Ben’s gullet despite the fact that his breathing had become slower and heavier. These were followed by a second bottle of vodka. Everything went dark. Diego slapped him in the face. “Stay awake you fat piece of filthy shit!” he screamed at him. “I need you to see this.” Diego took his pulse again and said, “almost.” Ben was no longer sure what was happening. The whole world was blurry and the pain in his chest was growing stronger. At times he drifted off into his own thoughts, memories of his childhood, of his parents. But then he’d be brought back to the present by Diego stuffing more food into his mouth. Sweet, sweet Diego. How he didn’t deserve this boy. He had used and abused him yet here he was still caring for him even when he was seriously ill. Ben felt like such a piece of shit.

Danni pulled a wooden chair up at the bottom of Ben’s sofa-bed and bent himself over it. His thick pear shaped arse stuck up like a perfect heart shape. He put his finger in his mouth and sucked on it while staring at Diego’s thick cock. He was so impressed that Diego had done this for him. Naked, sexy, tubby, Diego climbed onto the sofa-bed and poured the remainder of the McDonald’s bags into Ben’s mouth. It was mostly cold fries and scraps of chicken nuggets. He stroked the top of Ben’s massively full belly. It was super hot how this tub of lard could keep consuming even on his deathbed. He felt for a pulse in Ben’s neck but struggled to find one as it was so weak. “This is it.” he said. He poured the third bottle of vodka down Ben’s throat, lit two cigarettes and put them both in Ben’s mouth, closed his lips together to hold them in place and gave him a final kiss. “Obrigado papai gordo,” he whispered.

Ben felt the pain surge down his arm. Danni felt the pain as his well hung boyfriend entered him from behind. Diego’s thick thighs slapped against the femboy’s fat pearshaped cheeks. They both moaned and groaned with pleasure. Ben’s chest felt like it had exploded. He could feel his overfull stomach still gurgling away, pointlessly trying to digest his final feast. His massive ball shaped beer belly turned completely yellow as his fat riddled liver had already packed in. It was the first part of him to die. Diego and Danni kept fucking. Their eyes fixed on Ben for any sign of change. Diego stared at his massive yellow balloon belly. The belly he had created. Fuck that filthy fat slob had eaten so fucking much. Diego kept pounding Danni’s ass. Danni was disgusted by the sight of Ben. He was so swollen and misshapen. What sort of loser could ever allow themselves to end up like this? She had always wanted to see someone die and now Diego was making her dream come true. “Harder, harder!” she screamed as Diego picked up the pace. Ben was looking at Diego, he was so beautiful. Sweat was running down Diego’s recently rounder face as he thrusted back and forth. He couldn’t believe that Diego was fucking him. He had been so sinful, so lazy all of his life. What had he ever done to deserve a boyfriend like this?

Diego shouted at Danni to look. He pointed at Ben’s face. “This is it. This is fucking it!” He forced himself in harder, deeper, and faster than ever before. Ben’s eyes were glazed, the lovers could see his brain function fading away behind them. His massive belly rose three or four inches with a long slow intake of breath. “Yes!” screamed Diego. “Fucking Yes!” His last breath out was accompanied with a ghostly deep ‘oooogggghhhh’ sound as his chest rattled. His belly was now completely still. Diego had never felt so much cum shoot out of his dick in one go. Danni felt it all rush inside him and shouted “Weeeee!”

The boys fell onto the floor with exhaustion and lay panting in each other's arms. They stayed in that blissful state for a good twenty minutes or more. They would make passionate love three more times that day before leaving the bedsit.

[kxlinthesky]

EPISODE 6 PART 2 LIGHT NOVEL Chapter 5-10 English Translation

The next day:

“Come on, please?”

“No way.”

“....”

“You’re not getting out of this one, Owl.”

Owl groaned, long and loud and despairing. How many hundreds of times had they had this conversation already?

“C’mon, Owl, give it up. Ralph’s outside, and so’s Hannah – she looks furious, by the way. There’s no way you can escape.”

“No way.”

“So this is how you betray me, Nick... Ellie....”

“It’s not like we want to, y’know.”

“No way.”

Nick plopped down on one of the wooden chairs with a heaving sigh... and rested his chin on the edge of the bed in front of him. Ellie did the same next to him.

Owl was sleeping in that bed. Or, more accurately, someone was forcing him to sleep in the bed.

It had been a full day since the tumultuous events that had plagued the city.

Owl had been admitted to a medical facility that Tristan ran. He’d sworn up and down that he didn’t need it, of course, but every other person around him strongly disagreed, and he wasn’t going to win against their combined might. He’d looked so worn out and shabby after the dust settled, with his golden hair caked in dried blood, and it had taken every ounce of effort he had just to stand after he’d completely drained his magic reserves... so of course he’d been summarily bundled into the hospital. He’d actually been pretty docile at first, but as soon as he got word that neither he nor Ellie had been infected with the Black Rose Disease, he’d immediately demanded he be discharged so he could “look into ‘those guys’ as soon as possible.”

He’d only been hospitalized for four hours.

Naturally, his discharge request had been quite firmly denied.

When official channels didn’t work, Owl decided to take matters into his own hands. It didn’t matter how many times he tried to sneak out, though; Ralph and Hannah had set traps, and they kept catching him and marching him back to his room after every single escape attempt.

Which led to their current conversation.

“On top of that nasty blow to the head, you’re also suffering from some broken ribs and magic exhaustion. You really should be taking it easy.” Jack slipped a thermometer out of Owl’s armpit.  “And look, you’ve even got a bit of a fever, too. I prescribe complete bed rest. You really shouldn’t have been moving around so much with a head injury in the first place.”

He made a show of waving a pair of bloodied gloves around – the very gloves he’d lent to Owl, the white ones with the healing technique embroidered on them that Owl had used for first aid during the battle against Krinos. They weren’t really “white” anymore, though, not with the extensive bloodstains marring the fabric.

Owl’s face pulled into an apologetic grimace. “I’m sorry I got them so dirty,” he said. “I know they mean a lot to you.”

Jack’s eyebrows nearly shot off his face. “I’m not mad about that!” He lightly ground his knuckles into Owl’s bandaged forehead. “You can use them all you want, I know Eliza doesn’t mind! What I’m mad about is you not taking good care of yourself!”

“... I take care of –”

“You rushed your treatment as soon as you were brought in and then you went right back out there to help the people who were infected with the Black Rose Disease! And you were going around left and right shooting your disassembling bullets to treat everyone who was Demonized! Did you really think you could use that much alchemy in a single day without resting properly?! Of course you used up all your magic! If you had messed up at all you would have died!”

Owl’s eyes widened. He’d never seen kind, gentle Jack so angry before. The furious fire in his friend’s narrowed eyes looked almost foreign on his face, in fact, for just how much it clashed with the Jack he’d come to know. “Even you’re mad...” he mumbled.

“Of course I am! My friend was out being unbelievably reckless with his health! I’m furious!”

“... Sorry.”

“Yeah, you’d better apologize. A lot.” Jack glared for a moment, but then his shoulders slumped in a sigh. “But I know you probably had to be a little reckless, given everything.” He reached out and took Owl’s hand in a handshake. “On behalf of everyone you saved, thank you. Thanks to you, most of the people who caught the Disease were saved. They’re carriers now, of course, and they’ll need to get follow-up exams, but they’ll be able to get back to their normal daily lives soon.”

“You don’t need to thank me for that. Honestly, I don’t really remember much of what happened.”

“That’d be because of the head injury.”

“Besides, you and Tristan took care of the important stuff, right?”

A complicated expression flitted across Jack’s face. “Sir Tristan and his state alchemist friends, yes,” he replied. “They were also the ones to study why Miss Maud... no, sorry, Miss Matilda’s body remained after she died.”

“Wait, what? They did?”

“Yes... as it turns out, she’d been clutching a certain stone fragment in her hand when she passed. The power of the stone preserved her body, apparently.”

“A stone... I didn’t realize she was holding one.”

“It makes sense you didn’t, its power in and of itself was extremely weak. But it was a healing power, we think.”

“A healing power?”

“Or rather... maybe not a ‘power,’ per se, but a powerful wish stored inside. The stone had been stolen from Miss Matilda’s mother’s body, actually, so maybe she was drawing on her mother’s love?” A faintly bitter smile rose to Jack’s face. He was well aware how strange it sounded coming from a doctor like himself.

“How could you tell it was her mother’s?” Owl asked.

“She told us herself. Quote, ‘my father stole this stone from my mother,’ unquote.”

“What?”

Jack sighed. “Put a bunch of state alchemists in one room and you get to see some absurd power being thrown around. Sir Tristan used that stone as a base to reconstruct what we would call her soul. It was a stroke of luck that they found her own azoth in the ruins of the salon. She... wasn’t really resuscitated, though. It was more... he combined the last bits of magic in her body with the ‘soul’ of her mother in the stone she’d been carrying, or something like that?” He shrugged with a thoughtful hum. “Well, there’s no real precedent for what he did, so I don’t exactly know how to describe it.... It was so high-level, I can’t even begin to wrap my head around it.... But in any event, Miss Matilda’s magic was strong enough that he was able to restore her soul, though half of it is actually her mother’s soul sort of stitched together with hers.”

“So... what you’re saying is...?”

“She’s alive and well. She’s got no relatives, so once she’s all healed up we thought she might work here at this facility. It seems she has quite the gift of foresight.”

“No relatives? What about Duke Fitz?”

“You could say he incurred Sir Tristan’s wrath, I guess? From what I hear, his title was revoked. He’s not a duke anymore.”

“Ahh... I see....” Something in Owl uncoiled at that, all the tension he hadn’t realized he’d been carrying finally slipping away. His voice lowered to a relieved, almost trembling whisper. “I’m glad.... Thank you, Jack, really, thank you....”

Jack’s face did that complicated little dance again. “Like I said, it wasn’t me, it was all Sir Tristan. I couldn’t even give you the proper support you needed, and I won’t lie, that’s been weighing on me a fair bit.”

“That’s not true. You were working your hardest to help. I’m guessing Tristan was keeping your nose to the grindstone? Making all these unreasonable demands?”

“Well... things were busy?” Jack hedged. “But it was all a learning experience. I’ll study up so that next time I can help you properly.”

“I thought you were plenty help as it was. If anything, I feel like I should apologize for you having to look after both me and Tristan.”

“No, there’s no need for that. But if you’re feeling a little guilty, maybe you can at least promise that you won’t do anything rash from now on?”

Owl went rather tellingly silent.

“Otherwise, I might just suggest that Sir Tristan build a hospital right next door to your agency.”

“... Mmgh.”

“Well?”

“... If a case crops up, I’m going to pursue it. So....”

“So?”

“... I can’t make any promises.”

“You –” Jack blew out a sigh, then jabbed Owl in the shoulder. “Are the worst. Then at least no more escape attempts for the next week, got it? You can be discharged next week! No sooner! Understood?”

“Yeah, got it.”

“And if you try, I’ll have you tied to the bed until the week after that with Eliza’s special restraints.”

“... Yeah, heard you loud and clear.”

Jack nodded with a cheery smile after that final threat and finally left. Nick snickered as the doctor walked out. “Yeah, I really like him. It’s a good thing he’s your friend, Owl.”

Owl nodded. “He’s a good guy, right?”

“Oh, yeah, the best!” Nick flashed him a thumbs-up, Ellie copying him not a second later. “Which is why I completely agree with him about you resting. At least stay here until your injuries are all closed up and your ribs aren’t snapped like twigs anymore.”

“Don’t call people’s bones twigs. They’re just a little cracked.”

“Says the guy who can’t even hug Ellie.”

Owl twisted a little in his bed, expression darkening mutinously. “... I’m bored. Too much free time and nothing to do. And I can’t sit still with Tristan hovering over me.” Mostly because he could never tell when exactly his adoptive father was going to show up for a visit.

“Aww, but Papa Tristan’s so sweet!” Nick leaned back a little, completely relaxed. “And he’s the reason you’re staying here and getting treatment are free. Right, Ellie?”

Ellie nodded along. “Papa... gives me sweets.”

Owl jolted and leaned forward without thinking, suppressing a wince as the movement twinged his ribs. “‘Papa?’” he repeated incredulously. “Since when did you guys call him Papa? Do not tell me he won you over.”

“Who, me?” Nick pressed a hand to his chest in mock affront. “Come on, Owl, don’t be silly. He’s not gonna get me on his side just because he treated me to one measly, very delicious steak dinner.”

“Steak? You had steak? When?!”

“... Man, it was so good...” Nick mumbled.

“So tender and so yummy...” Ellie agreed.

The two giggled to themselves. Owl stared in horror. “He absolutely won you over!”

“Nuh-uh, no he didn’t.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“I don’t believe you! How do I know he didn’t turn you into his spies?”

“He didn’t, we swear.~”

“We swear.~”

A knock at the door interrupted the trio’s back and forth, followed by a head poking in – Ritz. “May I come in?” she inquired.

Owl turned to the newcomer. “Hey, Ritz,” he greeted.

“You feeling okay since you woke up?” checked Nick. “All your tests and stuff done?”

The two were treating her like normal. Ritz relaxed... but there was still a shadow of embarrassment lingering about her as she shuffled into the room, her head slightly bowed. Once she was at their sides, she bowed even lower. “I, er, wanted to... apologize, for all the trouble I caused.... I know that what I did can’t be fixed with a simple apology, of course, but still, please allow me to properly express just how truly sorry I am for what happened.”

Owl and Nick silently traded glances as she continued to spout apology after apology. When she finally paused for breath, they shrugged in unison. “What’re you talking about, Ritz?” Nick said.

“Huh?”

“You kind of always bring us trouble,” he pointed out matter-of-factly. “Why’s this time any different?”

Ritz opened her mouth to argue, but upon reflection closed it again. “... That... I suppose that’s true,” she admitted. In fact, it was altogether too common. “But this time was truly embarrassing. Because I was so immature and inexperienced... you all suffered so horribly....” Her eyes flicked up for a brief second to the bandages wrapped around Owl’s skull before flicking away again. “You were even hurt....”

Nick rolled his eyes. “No, really, why’re you saying this now? We knew from the start you were an untrained, incompetent cop.~~~”

A growl rumbled from Ritz’s chest. Normally she’d snap back with something like, “And just who are you calling incompetent?!” But today, she couldn’t muster up the energy for her usual retorts. She curled in on herself with a pained grimace, her feet tapping anxiously against the floor.

Yes, her feet. Attached to her completely normal human legs.

Ritz had reverted back to a human form, no trace of the Leviathan she’d been to be seen. That stark-white, mermaid-esque Demon she’d been almost seemed like a dream... but no, it had been real. She had become Leviathan. It was an indelible, inescapable fact.

“Don’t worry about me,” said Owl. “I’ll heal up soon enough. I’m more worried about you – you’re a carrier now of the Black Rose Disease, that has to be a big shock.” Mental and emotional scars wouldn’t heal as easily as his physical wounds and could open up again at the drop of a hat.

“It is a shock, but....” Ritz placed a hand over her heart and gave a single nod. “I’ve decided to see this as an opportunity. There are certain things that only a concerned party could understand when trying to relate to those who struggle under unfair oppression.”

“Ritz....”

“Besides, I can’t stay depressed forever. I was lucky to be highly compatible with the disease, but even so, there’s a chance the Demon will manifest again someday, and I require practice. If I pretend it never happened, everyone around me may be placed in danger again.” Ritz straightened up, eyes blazing. “I need to do everything in my power to make sure that doesn’t happen!”

Owl’s eyebrows shot up. “... You’re so strong,” he murmured. She’d been so flustered at first, but she’d bounced back remarkably fast. Was it the unshaking, unwavering belief in her core that refused to bend or break? Or....

“That’s a police officer for you!” cheered Nick, completely oblivious to Owl’s contemplation.

Ritz pouted. “Even though I’m ‘incompetent’ and ‘untrained,’” she grumbled.

Nick side-eyed her, his eyes narrowed like a cat’s. “Well, I mean, yeah? But you’re the most honest, hardworking cop of them all. You’re the coolest.” He sounded like he was just stating another fact of life. The sky was blue, the grass was green, Ritz was amazing...

... and her face instantly flamed red. “I-I know – I know that I’m ‘cool!’” she hissed as she turned away to hide her blush.

Nick twisted to try and peer at her face with a leer. “Oh-ho, what’s this? Are you feeling shy? Are you all red?”

“I – I am not shy! You’re just mean!!”

“Aww~~, and here I was thinking I distinctly remembered you calling me ‘clever!’”

“I never said that!”

Ritz continued to twist away from Nick’s prying eyes, even as he continued to twist to try and get a better look. Owl watched the two with the distinct sense that he was intruding on something again, despite the fact that this was his hospital room. Nick noticed his partner being quiet and glanced over. “What’s with that grin on your face, Owl? You’re thinking something weird again, aren’t you?”

“No, just reflecting. Looks like I made the right call.”

“What d’you mean?”

“Just, you’ve always called Ritz a police officer.”

“I mean... yeah? ‘Cause she is. ‘Course I did.”

“Right. Of course you did.”

To Nick, it was a given, and that warmed Ritz’s heart more than anything else. Nick didn’t see her as a “woman,” a “li’l miss,” or a “girly” – she was a “police officer,” and that was that. At some point his simple acceptance of who she was had become something that always brought her joy, and he’d become someone she could trust wholeheartedly.

It was for that exact reason that she’d reacted so strongly to his voice back then.

With a sarcastic little chuckle, Owl muttered, “Well, it looked like the chocolate cake also had a hand in bringing you back to your senses.”

As if in response, Nick sniffed the air. “Hey, d’you smell something sweet?”

“Sweet?”

“Yeah, sweet and... savory? Hm? Where’s it coming from?” Nick prowled the room like a bloodhound, his nose twitching in the air as his meandering path slowly took him toward the door.

Owl’s eyes tracked him in turn. “Oi, Nick?”

Ritz sniffed the air as well. “You’re right...” she murmured. “Something does smell sweet.”

“Me, too...” added Ellie.

What were they all picking up? Owl’s head rose, nostrils twitching –

Knock knock. Jack poked his head in. “Hey, Owl, you’ve got a package,” he announced, holding out the sizable basket in his arms. “Someone left if at the entrance, addressed to ‘the people of the Owl Detective Agency.’”

“Really?” Nick bounced on the balls of his feet. “What is it? Who’s it from?”

“I’m not sure... the card only says ‘B.’”

“‘B’...?” Nick accepted the basket from Jack and sniffed it. His face lit up. “The smell’s coming from this!~” he crowed and yanked the top open.

“Oi, be gentle,” Owl admonished, brows furrowed a touch anxiously.

As Nick opened the basket, a delectable scent filled the room. Nick peeked inside, as did Ritz and Ellie. “Ah!” he gasped.

“Chocolate cake!” cried Ritz.

“And a meat pie, too!~~”

“Freshly made...!”

They stared starry-eyed at the glossy cake and crisp meat pie stacked inside the basket. All three of them started hopping up and down in their excitement.

“It looks so yummy....”

“Yes! Awesome! Let’s all dig in!~~”

“Hold on, you two, let’s not be hasty. This is a gift for Owl, so we can’t just grab whatever we like ourselves,” reasoned Ritz.

“Ritz, you’re drooling.”

“I – I am not!”

Owl watched their lively discussion from his bed with raised eyebrows. “Wait, are you guys really going to eat something from someone who we don’t know sent it?”

“But we do know!” Nick shot back. “This has to be from Byron! We’d know his cakes anywhere!”

“He’s absolutely right! These are Byron’s cakes without a doubt!”

“It has to be.” They were completely confident that they were right.

“... ‘B,’ huh.” Owl took the card from Jack and squinted at the “B” scribbled on the little square. The tenseness in his shoulders eased a little. It was, admittedly, vexing that Byron would send a care package without actually showing his face, but Owl simply sunk back into bed told the others, “One slice each,” before turning his head to stare out the window.

The sky outside was still the color of lead.

“It’s still not back,” he muttered to himself. “... Can it come back?”

As memories from the previous day flooded his mind, his eyes slipped shut. Two figures flashed through his mind’s eye – one vampire, and one....

“What were they doing...? What are they hiding?”

After they’d defeated Krinos, they’d both left again without explaining anything. He still had no idea what they were up to or why.

“Am I not strong enough to help them...?” A strange sense of alienation, of powerlessness, swept over Owl. “Will they ever tell us what they’re up to?”

And then there was what that young man had shouted at the light back then. He’d been barely conscious, so he hadn’t gotten a good look at the guy, but he did hear what he’d muttered as Byron flew off into the sky:

“I feel so awful for you... Byron.”

Owl slowly opened his eyes again to the ever-overcast sky and a plate in front of him bearing a meat pie and a slice of the cake. “Let’s eat together, Owl,” said Ellie.

“Yeah, thanks.” Owl took the plate.

“There’s seven slices each of the pie and the cake,” she told him. “Can we give some to Doctor Jack and Ralph and Hannah?”

“Of course.” Owl reached for his food, ready to take a bite... but then he paused with a blink. “Wait. You said seven slices?”

“Hm?”

“There’s seven slices each? Of the cake and the pie?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“....”

“What is it?”

“There’s not enough.”

“Huh?”

Owl traced a circle in the air with his finger, then sliced up, down, and diagonally both ways. “Usually when you’re cutting a whole cake, you’d make four cuts to make eight pieces, right?”

“Oh... you’re right. They were both missing one....” Ellie peered into the basket. “Where do you think it went?”

It was easy to cut a cake into eight pieces. It was much harder to cut one into only seven. That meant either one slice had been removed from the start... or....

Owl stared down at the pie and cake on his plate, then glanced over to Nick. His partner noticed his gaze and turned, his cheeks bulging already. “What?” he said thickly, head tilted.

The detective’s mouth twisted in a pensive frown. “... Are you cheating on me, Nick?” he asked.

“Cheating?~~” Nick stared at Owl. What was he talking about? Yeah, he’d accused Owl of cheating before, but never in a million years did he expect him to flip the script like that.

“I was wondering... if maybe you’d made some other friends besides me,” the detective muttered.

“Other friends? You mean like Brat?”

“No, I mean the person who gave you those weird things.”

“What weird things?”

“Those cards you had?” Owl traced a rectangle in midair and leaned toward Nick. “With the alchemy infused in them?”

“Ehh?~~” Nick’s shoulders slumped almost comically, very obviously not meeting Owl’s eyes. “Those were... what were they, huh?~~”

“Uh-huh?”

“....”

Owl stared at him doubtfully. “Just so we’re clear, I’m grilling you about that later,” he told his partner, then took a big bite of pie. The savory batter crunched and squished as delicious, juicy meat flooded his mouth. A groan unconsciously bubbled out of his throat at the superb, nostalgic flavor.

He ate silently, bite by bite, until in the blink of an eye the slice of pie had vanished down his gullet.

And as he wiped the last traces of sauce from his lips with his finger, a bubbly voice gasped and said:

“Ah, Louis! Looks like you’ve got something good there!~~”

“Pipe down while we’re in the labs, Tino.”

“What’cha got? And where’s mine?~~”

“There’s none for you. I only had the one slice of each.”

In a lab at the Royal College, a young man eating his lunch in a corner of the room shoved a young lady away as she came running at him and swept away the pie crumbs scattered across his textbook. The slice of cake by his elbow, however, remained untouched.

“What about the cake?” she asked.

“No, that’s mine.”

“Cheapskaaate!~ C’mon, just one bite....”

“Not a chance.” And to keep the greedy girl from claiming his prize, the young man stuffed the whole slice of cake into his mouth in one go. Once he swallowed, he told her, “Can’t go to battle on an empty stomach, right?”

“What’re you talking about? You gonna go fight someone, Louis?”

“... Not really a fight, but....”

He licked his lips and stood up, shutting his textbook as he went.

“I’m going to go make a declaration of war, I guess.”

He gathered his things and left the lab. Tino stuck her tongue out at his retreating back. “What a weirdo!”

END

original written by Nagaya Kawaji here

[kuichihimei]

Chapter 2: The White & Red Queen

When King White opened his eyes, he was met with a bright, orange light. He was back inside the castle, the seer was nowhere to be found.

Suddenly a small figure ran past him.

It was his daughter Snow! But why was she in a hurry?

He decides to follow her & tries to catch up, the little girl eventually reaches the doors of the infirmary...

King White reluctantly enters through the room, the familiar scent of herbal medicines & clean linen filled the air. Snow was nowhere to be found.

His eyes immediately noticed two figures occupying one of the beds.

One of them was of his wife, Queen White. The queen laid on the bed with a serene, almost emotionless expression on her face.

The other figure was that of himself, who was standing on the foot of the bed, eyes on the floor with a solemn expression, like he was deep in thought.

“I can't believe she's dead now.”

The king who was near the bed muttered.

“W-what?”

He froze, what did he just say?

“She's dead. Her heart stopped beating almost an hour ago...” King White approaches the bed.

He looks over to see that his wife had peacefully passed on... The love of his life & the mother of his dear Snow is know dead.

He was... quite disturbed & relieved to say the least...

Disturbed since he knows that she'll be dead soon & relieved since she'll no longer suffer from her sickness.

Queen White was always bedridden ever since she got sick. She always suffered from high fevers that made her aggressively convulse dark bile & she always felt tired, her once rosy complexion had gone sallow over time as her disease worsened. As much as Queen White's disease pained her, he & Snow also suffered to see her in such a condition.

They tried everything to heal her, from trying the latest medicines doctors could come up with, from consulting a witch doctor to find ancient remedies that could cure her but to no avail.

“Please leave, I need some time alone for a moment.” The King White who was on the foot of the bed spoke, almost like he was demanding for the other version of himself to leave after knowing that their wife's dead.

“W-what?”

“I said get out.”

“ Now wait a minute, hold on—”

“I SAID GET OUT!” The figure on the bed yelled.

“Ok, ok I'll go now. I'm going.”

King White started backing away from the bedside where he stood. Without breaking eye contact from the alternate version of himself, he walked backwards towards the infirmary room's doors, but when he opened the door, the hallway had disappeared, he was only met with pitch black, darkness.

Suddenly, the King White on the foot of the bed appeared in front of him & pushed him into the void, he started falling at an accelerated rate.

‘Is this how I'll die?’

King White thought as he closed his eyes bracing for his death on impact

W̴̨̰̣͖̆ḥ̶̤̲̏̽́̃̾̂͐ơ̵̱'̵̲͕͓̬͈̅̅̊̐ͅs̴̞̈́̒̐̿̚͝ ̴̛̯͓̗̦̪̠͂̆̀͝g̸̠͚͕̝̱̣͙̿̀͑́͆̈͝o̵̬̫̣̼̯̗̿̾̊̈͜i̷̲̗̜̒͑̀̑͘n̷̪̯͎̪̼̤̳̏g̵͚͍͒͑̃̇̈́́ ̷̭̥̭̥͙̀̃t̷̨̛̥͍̼̹̿̔͌̒͆̃o̷̦̩͉̪̳͋̃̀ ̵̢̼̻̙͓̏̓̓̏͘t̴̎̑́��͈̜̥̗̓͆͜͠ą̵̧͖̼̞̗̗̓́̒̋̋͋̚ḳ̴̢̨̢̛̳͌̿̄́̕ẽ̴̫̰̲̮̇͆̍͒͋͘ ̶̪̻͔̟̣̈́c̴̤͙̩̜͔̭̺͆̏͊̈́͒͗a̷̧̜͚̥̪͋̒r̸̢͔͈͔̭̈͌̅̀̊e̴̛̲̘̯̒͒͊͂ ̵̤̦̑̄̊͝o̴̧͈͘f̸̨͕̭̥̗͓̃́̽ ̴̢̬̹̤̣̊̈́͊̆́͑̚S̶̛̪̺̯̟̮̦ṇ̴̢̪̞͉̑͝ő̸͓̞̗̔̈́͝w̴̧̤̯̹̟͛̿́̈́́͌́͜ ̸͖̮̪̰̖͐͛́ṅ̵̹̟̯̞͗̓͛͗͝ͅo̵̡̦͍̔̈́̉̈́̚w̷̡̺̖͑̎̇̄̉͆͝?̵̝̼̠̋͂͆¿̸̦͓͈͕̤̘̙̀?̷̹͙̻̼̻̈́̓¿̷̡̻̹̍

“Papa?”

“Papa? Are you alright?”

All of the sudden, he was in the throne room surrounded by people, Snow White worriedly stood in front of him. Since when did she get so tall?

“What's going on?”

“It's my birthday party?”

“What?” King White looks down.

Since when was he holding a birthday cake?

King White took notice of how many candles were on the cake.

‘18 Candles...’

This must be Snow's 18th Birthday.

‘Ok, this is getting weird.’ King White thought, as he scanned the room & his now fully grown daughter.

Suddenly, he could hear someone running towards them.

“Your majesty—” A guard frantically enters the room.

“Your majesty! We found a witch near the castle!”

“A what⁈”

“We saw her lurking around the castle walls, she was planning to do something horrible!”

“What was she planning to do?”

“She was going to try ma—”

All of the sudden, the gates are opened wide. King White accidentally drops the cake that he was holding & readied himself to face the said witch.

Two guards walked into the room to reveal... a beautiful woman? Is this the witch the guard was talking about? She couldn't possibly be a witch right?

The woman had red hair, that was held back by a bun & had sharp features, her grey eyes captivated everyone in the room. She was wearing a below the knee, long sleeved, black dress & was wearing bright red shoes.

King White began to approach her as he was in awe with her beauty, but as he got closer, his vision began to darken & he starts to become dizzy, but he still tries to approach the woman.

When he got to her, he passed out.

Everything was pitch black again... He was back in the void...

B̸̢͈͎͚̞͍̫̹̟͉̮̲̳̣̬͆͂͛͆͂̿̑̒̃͊̀͌̎̚͘͜e̷͓̮͖̝̺͖̥͓̼̮̊̽̄̎͜w̴̛̗̹͈̞̮̬̠̟̠̠͐͒͆͂̀̾ͅą̸̠̞̟̪̜͓̞̣̘̻́̎͌̇̀̃͑̋̕̚͝ͅr̷̨̨̦͈̝̳̠̂̊̄̇̌ȩ̶͓͓̯̮̱̫͕̟͎̟͂̐́͒̊̈́̂̐͒̈͌̚͠ ̷̰͍̮͊̅́̋̾̉͊̈̀̊̉̓̚̕͝o̴̡̡̡̢͈̩͖̤͇̲̬̝̹̐͂̽͜͜f̶̝͚̆̃̄͊̌͊̕ ̴̧̛̟̣͍̭̺͇̮̺͕̻̹̟̾̒̅̈́̿͑͊̀̇̃̚͠ţ̴̧̱̗̩̭̮͎̪̬̞̮̺̤̟̙͇͖̏̈̏̀͛̅̾͘͜ͅh̶̡̡̛͔͖̱͉̫̥̲͉͍̞͍͚̩̼̳̞̩̯̽̽͆̄͐͒̈́̿̓̏͂̈́̎͐͋̀̽͗̚e̵̛̘̱͙̯͈̠̗͍̯̬͎̰̺̭̳̯̊̂͋̈́̎͋͌̾͌̕͜͝ͅ ̶̝͈̙͈̜̮́͛́̎̚̕͜͝w̴̨̨̭̙̻̤̮̲̹͓̻͈͓̻͍̌͌̌͜͜ǫ̶̡̜̝̰̖̭͓̹͙̯̘̒̋̂̃͑̑̊̈́̂̒̔́͐̋͑͗͘͠͝ͅm̵̢̰̫̣͇̲͉̠̻̽̅̾̿̋̈͘̕͝͝a̵̳͚̺̮̮͍̮̩͓̹̫̩̙̜̞͛̈͂̄͛̃̈́̄͛̀̈̃̉̒̕͜͠n̸̢̛̜͓̬͙̙̓́̽͂̀̑̏́̅͑̋̾̑̈̐̊͆̅͝ ̵̢̲̯̜͇͖̩͇̬̯̣͖͉̆̓̀̈́͛͑̇͗̚͝w̶̨̙̠͋̽͠h̷̠̺̳͕̤̲͓̼̘̭͐͂͝o̸̧̢͉̯͇̩͍͈͔͚͖̗̗͌͋͋̀̉͒̌͒̔͋̅͑̕͜͝͝ ̷̢̨̡̛̫͍̰̜̭̭͙̰̽͑̓̿̌̔͂̌̊̑̚͘̚̕͠͠͝w̷̡̨̧͕̱̱̹͇͇̯̮̯̰̪͓̥̘̰̥̄͂̒̂̏͋͒ȩ̷̢̡̢̧̹̰̻̻̞̲̠͕̲̮̝͚̐ā̶̤͌́̀̇̓͛̌̌̑͘͘͝͠ȓ̷̡̧̛̼̬͉̺̝̗͖͔̱̻͖̉̿̈́̉͌̂́̎͜͝ͅş̴͎͖͔̹̅ ̴̨̘̯̫̬͈̠̻̱̳̦̓̌͊͊̐͂̀̾̂̀̀̓̓͊͆̚͘͜͜͠ţ̶̡̩̲͓̻͈̜͉̝̬͈͇͓̗̋͌̿h̷̨̢̨̲̠̖͈͍̭̬̺͕̩̦͓̫͊͜e̶̟̝̦̟͍̋̀̐̑̎͋̌̽̓́̓̕̚͜͜͠ ̷̡͉̤̯̘̼̣̹̪̭̝͕͙̪͔̎̅̇͌̈͗̽͝r̸̹͔̰̩͓̓͌͒̏͋̆͒̾̇͆̓̐́͘͜ȩ̷̢̺̣̩͍̞̥͇̪̣̤̖̝̤̫͕̗͒̏̀͝ď̸̢̡̢̻̲͍̰͈͉̳̩̲̬̜̆̉̽̉̚͜͝ ̶̨̧̨͙͙̬̹̺̭̞͚̮̥̀̊͋̌̿̾̄̀̑̑̔̎̽͛͑̀̕̚̚͝s̶̛̱̗̥̺̞̹̜̺̯͊̾̾̿͆̉͐̉͛̏̀͛ḩ̷͖͕̠̞̰͈̙͙̲̟͓͚̫͍̭̠̲͍̱̎̈ǫ̴̘̰̰̹͎̭̒͐͐͌̿̂͐͒̅̀̄̂͋͊̅̈́́͘͜ȇ̸̡̧̛̟͇̙̱̦̖̘͍̟̬̖̘̮̝̖̻̖̈̀́͑̎͐̌̿́́̓͒́́͘̕͘͜s̷̡̥̤̘̖̝̠̦͐̋́͋͂̒͘

[firesafety123]

Discover the Best Pediatrician in Vizag - Dr. V. Venkatesh

One of the most important decisions that parents have to make is when they have to select a pediatrician for their child. Vizag has one of the best pediatricians in the town Dr. V. Venkatesh who is a highly qualified and reputed doctor. Dr.Venkatesh, being experienced and having a love for child care, is now parents’ choice when it comes to finding a good and caring doctor for their children.

Services provided by the Dr. V. Venkatesh include

Dr. Venkatesh provides a wide range of pediatric services, including:

Newborn Care: Right from the time of birth, Dr. Venkatesh fashions a proper treatment plan for newborn because the first few years set the foundation for life.

Immunizations: He offers all necessary vaccinations and strictly follows the current immunization protocols.

Growth and Development Monitoring: In addition, take your child for appropriate check up to determine his/ her growth and developmental milestones.

Treatment of Common Childhood Illnesses: When it comes to delivering the treatment related to simple ailments common cold, fever or even some critical diseases Dr. Venkatesh is efficient in delivering right treatment at the earliest.

Nutritional Guidance: Recommendations of the appropriate diet that can help promote your child’s development and general wellbeing.

Behavioral and Developmental Assessments: Developmental or behavioral difficulties, if existing, have to be detected as soon as possible.

The selection process of the pediatrician is critical to the health of your child and thus a decision that should be undertaken carefully. Dr. V. Venkatesh who has gained adequate experience, well rounded, and dedicated in child care takes the cake as the best pediatrician in Vizag. The availability, attention, and passion to update his or her knowledge mean your child cannot receive any better care. If you are searching for a right pediatrician in Vizag for your child’s healthcare, it is Dr.Venkatesh who has concern in the health of your child .

[naturalcaffeine]

The Golden Elixir: Exploring the Benefits of Curcumin Extract

Curcumin, the vibrant yellow-orange chemical derived from the Curcuma longa plant, has been a cornerstone of traditional medicine for centuries. As the principal curcuminoid of turmeric, a spice widely used in culinary and medicinal practices, curcumin stands out due to its potent health benefits. We delve into the wonders of Curcumin Extract and why it has become a sought-after supplement in the modern wellness landscape.

What is Curcumin?

Curcumin is a compound that gives turmeric its characteristic bright yellow color. It belongs to the ginger family, Zingiberaceae, and is one of the three primary curcuminoids found in turmeric, alongside demethoxycurcumin and bisdemethoxycurcumin. While turmeric itself contains only 2-9% curcuminoids, approximately 75% of these are curcumin, making it the most potent and beneficial component.

Uses of Curcumin Extract

Curcumin Extract is incredibly versatile and finds its application in various industries:

1. Herbal Supplement

Curcumin is widely sold as an herbal supplement due to its numerous health benefits. It's often taken to enhance immunity, improve digestion, and support overall wellness.

2. Cosmetics Ingredient

Due to its anti-inflammatory and antioxidant properties, curcumin is a popular ingredient in skincare products. It helps in reducing acne, brightening the skin, and combating signs of aging.

3. Food Flavoring and Coloring

Curcumin is used as a natural food coloring and flavoring agent. It is commonly added to mustard, margarine, processed cheese, cakes, curry powder, soft drinks, and sweets to impart a rich yellow hue and enhance flavor.

4. Therapeutic Uses

Curcumin is also utilized for its medicinal properties. It is used to alleviate symptoms of hay fever, depression, high cholesterol, liver disease, and itching.

Health Benefits of Curcumin Extract

Enhancing Immunity

Curcumin is renowned for its immune-boosting properties. It helps in modulating the immune response, making the body more resilient against infections and diseases.

Improving Digestion

Curcumin stimulates bile production, which aids in digestion and helps in the breakdown of fats. It also has anti-inflammatory properties that can soothe the digestive tract and reduce symptoms of indigestion.

Promoting Skin and Hair Health

Curcumin's antioxidant and anti-inflammatory properties make it a valuable addition to skincare and haircare routines. It helps in reducing acne, brightening the complexion, and combating dandruff and hair loss.

Conclusion

Curcumin Extract is a powerhouse of health benefits, making it a valuable addition to your daily wellness regimen. Whether you're looking to boost your immunity, improve digestion, or achieve better skin and hair, curcumin offers a natural and effective solution

Embrace the golden elixir of curcumin and unlock the myriad benefits it has to offer for your health and well-being.