#a kiss to build a dream on

[oraeliaa]

Working on something FUN

Also, something that’s making me feral - I’m working on this alongside the always incredible @arbutus-blossoms ✨

[lowkeyed1]

tagged by: @ankahikoibaat tagging: @blackdalek @greyheadedjaco @jaimebluesq @celamity rules: you will be given a word. then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word! the word is NOTICE (geez SIX letters? probably gonna have to dip into a few different wips for this i think XD) N Not to mention magic lessons and sword practice, and diplomatic meet and greets… Everyone barely had time to eat and sleep, never mind steal a kiss (or more). -from the upcoming ch 6 of 10 things i forget about you O “Oh, it’s real!” Boorman said. “...Although I gotta admit last time I managed it, it was with a young Nelwyn lass.” -from the upcoming ch 6 of 10 things i forget about you T The rest of the weekend was awkward, after that. Kit didn’t leave her room unless she was one hundred percent sure Graydon was in his. He cooked dinner; she didn’t come out. He left her a plate in the fridge; she ate it after he went to bed, and then did the dishes. She’d like to scoff and say she didn’t feel bad about anything but… doing housework? Without even being asked? Clearly something wasn’t right. -from the upcoming ch 2 of a kiss to build a dream on I "If they’ve been running with a string of horses, they may have cut that lead considerably. We need to go.” -from the upcoming ch 13 of Velvet Fist, Iron Glove C Confounded, Elora frowned. "Airk! We're engaged, doesn't that mean anything to you?"

"My dove, of course it does!" He slid closer, taking her hand. "It means I love you with all my heart and I want to spend the rest of my life with you!"

Elora smiled, her face radiant.

"But I'd also like to get some dick."

Elora stopped smiling. -from an as-yet-untitled Airklora+ fic E Elora huddled over the fire, preparing a stew. She seemed content to let Airk think that was why they’d let her come, for now. -from the upcoming ch 13 of Velvet Fist, Iron Glove

----- gamers, your word is FANCY feel free to play along even if i didn't tag you, i love seeing what people are working on <3

[teathattast]

Oh, give me lips for just a moment

And my imagination will make that moment live

Oh, give me what you alone can give

A kiss to build a dream on

[paceypeternathanslawyer]

One Tree Hill Meme {127/187} Season 6 Episode 21: A Kiss To Build A Dream On Top 2 Favorite Characters Per Episode (As voted by fans on TVTime.com)

Brooke Davis (72%)

Skills Taylor (10%)

(Percentages as of Oct 2024)

[actualgoron]

song of the day

[victormalonso]

Earl Hines: A Kiss to Build a Dream On; Do you know what's means to miss New Orleans

[howifeltabouthim]

'I have loved you so dearly! As we are parting give me one kiss, that I may think of it and treasure it in my memory!'

Anthony Trollope, from Phineas Finn

[thecholma]

The full intro video for Fallout 2, (6:56) which has the wonderful Louis Armstrong song, "A Kiss To Build A Dream On", and Ron Perlman's entire opening narration that starts with the classic quote, "War. War never changes."

[tiliammyselfagain]

Louis Armstrong - A Kiss to Build a Dream On

[oraeliaa]

Fallout and Food - research for all fics

I've been meaning to type this up for ages (I have it as written notes on my iPad), so I thought I'd post this first and if people are interested I can post more research that I've done, since a lot of you said yes to seeing my research!

So I talk about food a lot, in my fics. That's because I love cooking. So one of the first things I did was research food, because as much as I love spam (no joke I miss it most since going vegetarian) I wanted to try and have some diversity in what Cooper and Lucy ate, especially once we got to the ranch, where the residents are permanently settled and food is part of life, rather than a mere thing of sustenance.

There were a few things I focused on in my research, wanting to have meals that could be left whilst work was happening, so I pictured a lot of stews and cassoulets, corn-based porridge, hearty breads etc - but there's no flour. Instead, Mesquite beans can be subbed 1:1 for flour to make a flatbread, and there's a lot of recipes using beer etc, which we know they have, as a raising agent.

A lot of the animals they're eating aren't exactly to our tastes, but knowing that peppers and tomatoes are grown lets us know they can make paprika etc, and the jalapenos in game gave me hope haha! I wrote a smoker into the farm and cold storage so they could a) dry age the meat via hanging, and b) smoke extra flavour into some of the less...appetizing cuts

And for the meat-

Here are some of the meal ideas I noted down-

Meal ideas

Cassoulet of wild beans and meat

If we have agave and corn we can have cornbread

Corn based porridge

Pinon nuts - pine nuts + Jalapeno and coriander could marinade Iguana Nicely

Pickly Pear - can be made into fruit/jelly/fruit cheese (named after the historic moulds, no cheese involved) or sauce for meat

Tacos with black beans and brahmin cheese

Nopales are edible pads of the prickly pear cactus, which can be stir fried

Tepary beans and cholla bud stew

And finally, 10 of my references since you can only put 10 links in, apparently!

[lowkeyed1]

my entry for the Rev It Up Challenge: Fake Dating :) @revolorilution

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Willow (TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Graydon Hastur/Kit Tanthalos Characters: Graydon Hastur, Kit Tanthalos Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Fake/Pretend Relationship, OR IS IT, the gang's all here, But not enough to tag, Rev it Up Challenge Summary:

“So will you pretend to date me so I can make Jade jealous?”

“That’s such a bad idea. Maybe the worst idea I’ve ever heard, honestly.”

“It might help you entice Elora away from my fuckboy brother, too.”

“...I’m listening.”

[delta-pavonis]

OKAY. OKAY.

HEAR ME OUT.

Hellknight!Hob wearing this. Chest hair and tiddies out, full happy trail, all of it...

Of course, I think about that, and that inspires a ficlet. And then that ficlet turns dark. So... *shrug* *shoves new baby out in the world*

Rated T

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The first time Hob sees Dream is when the latter has the audacity to enter the Morningstar's realm. He watches as the Dream King intimidates Squatterbloat into bringing him to the Palace. The demon is stupid and gullible, easily swayed, and Hob has a mind to bury his morningstar in the moron's fleshy head, but he would rather observe the visitor and his raven from the shadows.

Hob trails them, the straps of his armor expanding and morphing to cover his body with the mottled charcoals and midnights that are the palette of Hell. Squatterbloat leads the King in a circuitous route to their destination, passing a cell whose occupant not only commands the attention of the sovereign of the Dreaming, but whose pleading pains him. Curious.

He follows the pair of black figures beyond their guided tour, all the way into Lucifer's Hall, sliding unnoticed through the crack in the main doors. Hob is good at his job. He hadn't been successful at being a bandit and cutthroat in life for nothing.

Hob takes a place in the long shadows of one of the pillars and observes.

Apparently the Lord of Dreams and Nightmares is here in Hell to retrieve his helm, one of his important symbols of office. And of course it is some overly ripe idiot like Choronzon who has it. Sometimes Hob just wants to kill them all and promote new individuals to the positions of power, sometimes the house can't be cleaned, it needs to be razed and rebuilt.

But what is truly awe-inspiring is watching the battle between Dream and the Morningstar themself. The Dream King wins, although not handily. It makes the victory even more impressive. Hope. Of fucking course. Hob is quite sure that he has never seen the Lord of Hell so visibly angry in all his 600 plus years in the underworld.

Helm secured and confidence restored, the Lord of the Dreaming is proud and... well, he is incredibly beautiful. He is sharp angles in soft greys and blacks, luminous white skin draped in flowing ink, spikes of hair wafting against gravity.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Hob follows Lord Morpheus and his raven back outside. They walk slowly through the barren, twisted landscape, calculated and careful. Imperious.

Hunger ripples down Hob's spine. He wants.

The Lord stops, body going more still than death. "I am here in my official capacity as King of Dreams and Nightmares. You have followed me for long enough. Show yourself, fiend."

The Dream King's voice is so much deeper and darker than Hob expected and now it is directed at him and it goes directly to his cock. He decides to drop any pretense all at once.

Hob has no shame as he steps out from hiding, the shadow-plates sliding back and leaving him in what really amounts to a series of leather straps and a loincloth, buckled to accentuate the triangle of his torso and the strength in his chest, with sleeves from biceps to palms. The Knights of Hell need no metal protection - they shield themselves in darkness and guile - and so Lucifer Morningstar gives them intangible weapons: the ability to inspire lust and envy as much as wrath. He drops his physical weapon and holds his hands out to his sides.

"Dream King," Hob inclines his head. "I am not here to harm, nor am I here at the behest of my Lord, the Lightbringer." He meets the King's piercing blue eyes and has to grit his teeth to hold in a gasp at how sharply they cut into his breast.

That look trails from Hob's head to his toes slowly, then back up. Judging. Assessing. "So why do you dog my steps, Hellknight?"

He shrugs and takes a step forward. There is no reason for Hob to not be bold. He has long been dead. He has been a resident of Hell and served the Devil themself, has lived that fate worse than death, for almost seven centuries. He has, quite literally, nothing to lose.

So Hob nudges a the magic at his disposal into the cant of his hips, the tilt of his head, the purse of his lips. He lowers his eyelids and takes another step towards the luminous being of black and white before him. "I merely wish to look my fill before I can no longer."

"Bossss..." The raven flies a nervously tight circle above them. He is summarily ignored.

"You wish to more than look, Hellknight, for I can taste your dreams." The Lord of Nightmares snarls as he takes multiple steps to get into Hob's personal space. "You dare-"

Hob laughs loud enough to interrupt him and those ice shards widen in shock. "Oh, yes. I dare." He steps up once more and now their faces are within inches of each other. "How do you think the Morningstar trains their knights? Do you think there is anything you could do to me that would be worse than 700 years of this?"

The resonant chuckle that curls across Hob's skin should probably worry him, but he cannot muster such sense when he is watching the pupils of the Dream King's eyes bleed black outwards, eclipsing his eyes entirely, and wholly captivating Hob. "Lucifer Morningstar's sins often get in the way of their... creativity."

A pale hand shoots towards him and Hob braces for impact, for pain.

He gets nothing of the sort.

Fingers that are the coolness of a lake in summer skate with hedonistic gentleness across Hob's cheek. The palm cups Hob's jaw sweetly. Honeyed breath caresses Hobs lips before they are pressed together. Then he is being kissed with the fondness and warmth of a dear lover.

And that is when Hob realizes that he has vastly miscalculated.

Against his better judgement, Hob is lost to the tide of it. The softest touch of tongues morphs into lazy familiar licks, mapping Hob's mouth as if to memorize, immortalize.

The King of Dreams pulls away and Hob is left panting and hazy.

"I touch you, I kiss you, as I would a lover, as I would my beloved." The King whispers it like a benediction. Hob gasps at the horror that settles into the marrow of his bones. "And never will you feel it again."

And then he is gone.

Hob watches, frozen, as each stride the King takes covers miles. It is only when they have disappeared over the horizon, both Lord and Raven, that Hob realizes tears are streaming down his face.

[paceypeternathanslawyer]

One Tree Hill Meme {127/187} Season 6 Episode 21: A Kiss To Build A Dream On Nathan & Haley In Every Episode

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