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[halosmoon]

to all of us who have been distracted by arm (and allat to be frank)

[redtsundere-writes]

Part 5: Hunting Season

King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader

Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.

Tags: MDNI. +18. Murder. Blood. Cannibalism. Sukuna Ryomen Is The Warning Itself. Nudity. Sexual Display. Vaginal. Fingering.Sometimes fluff, sometimes angst.

Word Count: 3914 words.

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Winter was dangerously approaching, and you could feel it in your body. In the darkest part of the castle, all the servants slept in giant bunks that stretched from the stone floor to the cobwebby ceiling in the freezing dungeon. The worries of survival and the stress of slavery were on pause so you could dream of a life outside the dark castle. You covered yourself as best you could with the thin cotton blanket that all the servants had. You tossed and turned to find the most comfortable position to sleep on the straw-filled mattress. Over the months you had perfected your technique to not freeze to death in winter in your sleep. You would wrap your arms around your legs and tuck your head between your knees to keep yourself warm. It was times like these when you missed the people who used to be your family.  

You were about to complete one year of serving his majesty. You still couldn't believe that you had outlived him for so long, but you were glad. The fact that you didn't have any scratches from the king meant you were doing a good job. You hoped it would be that way for the rest of your stay there, meaning the rest of your life. There was also the possibility that you would become as important to him as Uraume, but that was asking for too much. 

Loud metallic sounds woke you from your uncomfortable sleep. You slowly opened your eyes to get used to the sharp light coming from the open door. Uraume was standing at the entrance to the dungeon, banging on one of the kitchen pots with a metal spoon. All the servants were slowly waking up amid grunts of reluctance at the commotion. You pulled your hair back in confusion at the white ribbon that matched your uniform. This was the first time they had been woken up like this. 

“Today is hunting day. After breakfast, head for the parade ground,” Uraume announced in their characteristic monotone voice before retreating. 

When he closed the door behind him, all the servants wailed in unison. You didn't understand what was going on. All you knew was that this would be a day unlike any other. You quickly put on your white apron to join the others in their collective grief towards the dining room. Unlike the king's dining room, this one was larger and sadder. Instead of elegant ebony wood furniture and gold utensils, there were long wooden benches damaged from all the years of use and uneven china. 

Upon entering the dining room, they were met with a completely different picture than usual. A table full of delicious dishes on marble tableware shined in the center of the cold room. Exotic fruit cut into different shapes, different cuts of meat paraded on beautiful gold trays and unknown foods were displayed around the elegant table. They looked like works of art. It was a buffet at the height of a royal feast. Although it was a magnificent surprise, the other servants did not look happy. They reluctantly served themselves, took advantage of the jugs of wine, and some sobbed as they ate bread. 

“What's wrong with everyone?” You asked the servant in front of you in the serving line. 

“It's hunting day,” the servant replied dryly. 

If there was one thing that set you apart from Sukuna servants, it was that they were all over 40 years old. They were old curmudgeons, judgmental ladies or people who were just waiting for Sukuna to kill them after making some superficial mistake. So most of them envied your youth, but they also felt sorry for you because you had ended up in the same hell as them at such a young age. Luckily, there were a few exceptions. 

“I know that. It's the first day of April, the best month to hunt quail, wild boar and deer.” You answered excitedly. 

“I forget that this is your first year here.” Said the woman before turning around between limps to look you in the eye. “We won't be hunters, we'll be the prey.” She corrected you in a whisper, about to burst into tears. 

She lifted her skirt to show you that she had a horrible cut above her leg. The reason for her limp. One after another, the veteran servants around you showed you their survival wounds. Across the chest, some were armless and others were one-eyed. You hugged the porcelain plate of shock. That's when you realized why the shock. They were being served what would potentially be their last meal. With that disheartening feeling, you helped yourself to a few crêpes with jelly and strawberries. With your eyes, you looked around for the one servant you considered your friend, Mrs. Inoue.  

“Today looks like it's going to be an interesting day, doesn't it?” You greeted her as you sat down next to her. 

“How can you be so positive in such an environment?” she asked you with a faint smile. 

Mrs. Inoue was a 50-year-old woman you had met on your first day at the castle. Her ashen hair, raisin skin and trembling fingers made her look older than she really was, the result of a life of tireless hard work. Although she had a face of few friends and kept to herself, she was always good to you. 

“I'd rather be happy on my last day of life,” you replied before biting into a juicy strawberry. 

With her arms entwined, you helped Mrs. Inoue out of the castle at her slow but sure pace. The cloudy sky, cool wind and green grass welcomed you to the expansive parade ground. They lined up with the other servants to wait for instructions. At the perimeter of the castle, several curses in shining armor watched them like vultures. If any of the servants tried to escape, they would be snacked on by the first one to sink his teeth into them. They watched them from above, sneering with possessive eyes. You tried to ignore them, but it was difficult when you could hear their whispers. 

Two curses opened the gigantic main doors of the castle to usher in the great king Sukuna and Uraume. They reached for the trumpets under their armpits to sound an imperial march to introduce the highest authority of the nation as an inauguration to the great event that was to take place. They stepped onto the platform to the rhythm of the music to get a better look at all the inferior beings who were about to give their lives to entertain the tyrant they served. 

Uraume called the roll of all the servants, making sure they were all present. Sukuna did not take his eyes off you, his gaze constantly analyzing you as always. You tightened your dress to calm your nerves. Sometimes you wish you knew what he was thinking when his cursed eyes fell on you amidst the sea of heads. 

“The rules are the same as every year, but I will repeat them for the new servants,” Uraume began their speech. 

If Sukuna has something in common with the other kings, it is that he loves hunting day. The royals usually carry out this activity with animals that are eaten at the end of the day in a great feast. A refined event to test the discipline of the upper class, but for Sukuna it is an opportunity to satisfy his sadistic needs. His version of the hunting day consists of throwing all his servants into a dangerous forest on the outskirts of the kingdom. They will all try to hide or run away like white rabbits so he can catch them. To mark those he has found, he cuts them down with his cursed technique. Some die in the process, but most survive, only having to deal with the injury for life. 

“The last one to be caught will not be cut and will get a week off from housework as a reward. This is with the intention that you take this activity seriously,” Uraume finished their speech. 

“Wow, that doesn't sound bad,” you commented, surprised that the tyrant would give such a generous prize. “What will you do if you win?” you asked Mrs. Inoue.

“Yeah, right, like if I could win,” the lady laughed at herself. 

“Oh, come on. Don't give up just like that,” you encouraged her as you hugged her arm affectionately. 

In line, all the servants were escorted by Uraume and the other curse knights into the forest while the king rode in a luxurious carriage behind them all. The leaves crunched under their feet, the rich smell of earth dampened by the morning breeze reached your nose and the gigantic trees welcomed them to the battlefield. You would let those behind you know if there was a branch they needed to dodge or loose dirt they could slip on. You noticed how one of the servants began to sob louder and louder with each step he took. The old man was looking around paranoid in search of an escape route and scratching the back of his neck anxious. You wouldn't be surprised to see the poor man pee himself. The servant behind him was trying to calm him down, but nothing seemed to work. That was not a good sign. 

“I can't do it anymore!” The man screamed in horror before breaking formation and fleeing in panic in an attempt to get lost in the shady trees. 

He could only take three steps before a curse caught him in its jaws, eating him alive in front of everyone without remorse. The poor man was writhing and screaming for help, but no one dared to help him, fearing of suffering the same fate. He was already more dead than alive in that situation. Everyone sobbed at the bloody scene. His own panic had just consumed a colleague. The curse ripped off his head and threw it towards you to scare you even more. The head fell in front of your feet, its eyes wide open and staring at you. There was not a trace of life behind them. It was just a pair of eyes that used to belong to someone. Sukuna arrived on the scene, surprising everyone. He inserted his claws into the man's black hair to lift it off the ground, while his equal continued to eat like a messy child. His gaze traveled between the faces of his terrified servants until it reached your face drab with shock. 

It was just like that time he killed your rude colleagues in front of you. You didn't scream, cry or vomit like you used to. You just processed the situation in your mind to make sure you were fully awake. You were completely shocked to see the insides of that man who once gave you advice or helped you do an assignment. That man no longer existed, he was now food for the curse and the rest would serve as compost.

“What are you waiting for? You have 5 minutes to get out of my sight,” Sukuna said before taking a bite of the head as if it were a juicy red apple, filling his lips with blood and dead skin, starting the event. 

Everyone ran terrified into the forest while screaming for their lives, including Mrs. Inoue. You blinked a couple of times, taking in the situation. This was really happening, and you had to act fast. You bowed to your majesty before escaping his dangerous sight, running to the opposite side of where the servants had headed. Sukuna smiled as he watched you run through the trees, your dress, and hair swinging back and forth in the wind. You were fast, you were in good shape.

“I still don't understand why you think so highly of her,” Uraume said as she approached him while he was losing sight of you.

“You'll see,” He answered before wiping his lips of blood. 

Sukuna threw the head to the side and followed the direction where most of the servants had run. Uraume just followed him. They could question him all she wanted, but he always had the last word. 

You were running between trees, bushes, and plants that could possibly kill you. Your feet were starting to get tired, you could barely breathe from exhaustion and your hands were pulling on your long skirt so you wouldn't trip. The wind whipped your face as you followed the steady rhythm of your panicked steps. You didn't know where you were running to nor did you have a plan in mind. You just ran in the opposite direction of your colleagues because it was logical that a hunter would prefer to go after several prey rather than just one. 

You really didn't want him to hurt you. You had done so many things together that you doubted he was capable of doing such a thing. He always tried to touch you gently as if you were the most fragile rose in his garden. You had slept together, he had fed you the best food he could offer, defended you, given you a shower and had played together. You wanted to be by his side, but here you were, running away from him. 

You didn't see a thick tree root sticking out of the fertile soil. Your foot got stuck in the hole, causing you to stumble. You fell onto your stomach, knocking the air out of your chest. You tried to recover quickly, but fell back to the ground from the lack of oxygen in your system. Your head began to spin, so you gave up. You stretched your limbs out like a starfish on land. Your gaze began to cloud over with tears emerging from your eyes. The plowed leaves that heralded the end of autumn danced over you in an attempt to lift your spirits. Sukuna will hurt you soon. You wiped your tears with the back of your hand. You felt so foolish for thinking Sukuna considered you someone special. You had no powers, you weren't the most beautiful girl in the kingdom, much less had royal blood. You were just another servant he would mark or, worse, kill. Your heart was beating a thousand beats an hour from the adrenaline coursing through your veins. An agonizing scream from one of your companions cut through the sky, causing a couple of little birds to fly away in fright. 

You got up little by little to avoid falling again. You dusted yourself off and took a deep breath. It was confirmed. This was not a nightmare. If you wanted to survive, you had to keep running. You set off again towards the opposite side from where the scream had come from. You would do your best to be the last to be found, but nothing assured you that this would be the case. If a cut was the price for having been caressed by him, then you would pay it. 

You kept running until you reached a cave in the foothills of a gigantic mountain. You debated whether to enter, it was so dark inside that you couldn't risk going in without knowing what was inside first. In an attempt to see beyond the darkness, you took a step inside. As soon as your foot touched the stone surface, a roar emerged from the incognito. Slowly, a three-headed bear came into view. A gasp of surprise escaped your throat. Its six red eyes were staring at you hungrily and the white foam coming from its snouts was not a promising sight. You were now facing a beast lesser than Sukuna, but one that would eat you alive no matter what. You backed up little by little, but he kept advancing at your pace. 

“Shit…” You whispered before running for your life. 

Your feet were moving as fast as they could, even faster due to the adrenaline rush that was running like crazy through your body. One false step and you were dead. The bear had its eyes fixed on you and was not about to give up until it consumed your flesh. In the distance you saw a tree that you knew you could easily climb. You ran to the tree and jumped onto its branches as if they were a makeshift ladder. You would be safe there. Grizzly bears don't know how to climb… or so you thought. Your hand-eye coordination was being put to the test as you searched for the next branch to continue climbing quickly. Your labored breathing barely let you think, but you had to focus. 

The path between the branches ended when there were only thin branches that couldn't possibly support your weight. You held on tightly to turn and look at the bear. Your eyes widened as you realized you weren't dealing with just any bear. Besides having three heads, it was climbing the tree perfectly. It was the end of you. You backed up as far as you could, but if you chose wrong you could fall out of the tree. You looked down to see if you could survive the fall. A small branch broke under your feet, it fell for 2 seconds. If your math didn't fail you, it was a fall of at least 30 meters. If you survived, you would break a bone and be easy prey for the rabid bear. You watched as the dangerous beast continued to climb the tree little by little, you had no options left… Well, you had one left. 

The poor servant broke out in a cold sweat, his limbs trembled, and his throat closed as he watched Sukuna slowly approach him. Without hesitation, he cut the air. A deep wound appeared on the man's abdomen. He writhed on the ground and shrieked his mother's name from the excruciating pain. Some servants, who had already been marked, dragged him back to the castle to heal him like the others. 

“This is number 53. Only one is missing,” Uraume informed their majesty. 

“She's still out there, isn't she?” Sukuna asked, subtly proud. 

“That's right. She's the winner in her first year, how lucky,” they replied, playing it down. 

“It's not luck,” Sukuna corrected him. “She walked away from her herd when she ran. She knew perfectly well what she was doing,” he turned around to look for you. 

“Is that why you are interested in her? Because she is smart?” Uraume questioned him as he followed. 

“It's one of her qualities, but she has something else. Something that no other woman has,” his main servant arched their eyebrow at that answer. His majesty used to be someone direct and focused, why was he hiding the reason for his choice?

“So, what is it?”

“My king!” Your voice echoed through the trees like an echo that lost power with distance. Sukuna arched his eyebrow when he heard you. I could recognize your voice anywhere in the world. Had you given up so quickly? “Help me, please, my king!” 

Uraume was about to say something to him, but he disappeared with the speed of a snap. They were speechless at how quickly he had reacted to your call for help. Did he care that much about you? They ran at full speed to catch up with him. They couldn't help but smile to herself. At last… her king had a clear weakness. 

Sukuna ran through the trees until he reached your location. Quickly, he realized the situation you were in. You had given up because you were about to be eaten by a bear more terrifying than he was. You were at the top of the tree, with no clear escape. He could see your face scared and about to burst into tears because you were facing your end face to face. You had given up and decided to call him in the face of the situation. You, a human who knew you could be hurt by him, decided to call him anyway. He knew you were special, but you surprised him more and more every day. Uraume didn't take long to arrive, a few seconds late and with their heart in their throat from the effort, but they arrived.

“My king, this way!” You cried as soon as you saw that he had come to your call for help while you waved your arm from side to side so he could see your whereabouts. 

“Jump,” Sukuna ordered you with a mischievous smile as he crossed his arms. 

Uraume was surprised to hear that. He had run halfway through the forest at such a speed to ask you to jump instead of saving you? They thought he cared enough about you, but it seems they had thought wrong. No servant would be crazy enough to jump that high for a tyrant like Sukuna.

You looked at the bear and then at your king. Both could kill you easily, but you had to do your lord's bidding before anything else. If he asked you to do so, it was for a reason, wasn't it? Without hesitating twice, you jumped from the tree while letting out a war cry. You closed your eyes waiting for the painful impact that would cause you to break a bone or two. The first second step, the second would come soon. Just as you thought you were about to hit the ground, you were suspended in midair. You slowly opened your eyes to see the ground in front of your nose. 

“Huh?”

Sukuna had caught you just in time by the knot of your apron as if you were a human yo-yo. He tossed you as if you weighed nothing so that you fell right into his strong arms. The king cradled you as if you were his tender baby. Your brain could not comprehend what was happening. His four eyes looked at you tenderly as he smiled proudly that you had obeyed him. You no longer knew if your heart was pounding from adrenaline or from joy that he had saved you. 

“Good girl,” He said before ruffling your hair with one of his four hands. 

Uraume understood at that moment what Sukuna meant when he said “you had potential”. You were not the most beautiful, nor the most intelligent, nor, much less, powerful. But you were extremely obedient and loyal to such an extent that you could risk your own body for him. You didn't question or challenge him, you just did what he asked without hesitation for a second. 

Sukuna cut the bear into thousands of pieces with a slash while looking you in the eye. Your eyes wanted to see how the bear had finished, but his black claws directed your jaw back to him so you wouldn't lose sight of him, taking care not to scratch your face. You had already seen too much.

“Thank you for saving me, my king,” you said between stutters, still in shock. 

“It's the least I can do for this year's winner,” he said before walking back to the castle. Two of his arms tightened around your body, while another one went around your back, his hand holding your ass. Your cheeks flushed as you realized he was touching you shamelessly. “Do you know what you'll be doing on your week off?” he asked. You couldn't help but smile at that.

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[sweeteaacakes]

Okay I have this funny idea about WHB families that I love to share.

Imagine that one day MC is making desserts for the kings and their kids (the kings are in a meeting maybe), then when MC comes back from the meeting room, all the delicious cakes and candies are gone. Only the kids stand there with their 'innocent' eyes.

Already now who's the culprit, but MC couldn't just punish them, only then the kings come to the dining room, and know everything just by looking at the empty dishes and their kids puffy mouth ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

I absolutely need some shorts for each of the kings' reactions and how they gonna act (in my mind, Beelzebub would turn his kid upside down by grabbing their little legs, then just shake shake until all the candies fall out hoho (^∇^*))

♡》 『WHB || Kings & Their Children, Little Sweet Tooth』

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° This was fun to write. I made reader deciding to cook/bake instead! It's somehow triggers curiosity to see how those ingredients would taste like. Especially those leftover bowl of chocolate 👀

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Satan

Satan was elated when he heard you were going to make them desserts that he couldn't wait for the meeting to be quickly done (he went, he made the point and then gone like how he came).

So finding out all of it was now in his child's tummy was enough to devastate him that he laid on the floor, face down and "silently” groaning and going through a different stage of grief every 5 seconds.

The nobles doesn't help either because one is praising your child for cuteness, the other is analyzing the situation and another is shouting badly filtered profanity

Oh, and! Please refrain your child from spitting out all the food because they feel so bad for their father now.

After reaching the acceptance phase, everything was shoved aside and Satan looked at you and your child saying:

“It's fine. It means it was good.” with his goofish smile

He can't let your hard work go to waste and he can't let it go off either. So he had the idea to help you instead with cooking another while sharing a recipe native to Gehenna along with the other nobles with your child watching in amazement at their teamwork in the kitchen.

It's a messy process but you get done with it along with the help of other nobles and you had sweets for a tea time!

Mammon

Mammon was eagerly waiting for the surprise you told him the other day. With the things you spent your money on and how he could smell the scent of pastry from the hallway leading to the kitchen of Tartaros, he could guess what the surprise was. But even more, it fills him with curiosity and tests his integrity.

Should he go in the kitchen and wrap his arms around you while you bake? Wait until the end when you give him your surprise? How will you serve it?

He leaned on the wall. His massive body that seems like a mountain blocking the way as he entertained himself how he can see your lovely face—

“AAHHHH!!!” until he heard you shrieking along with Eligos.

Mammon quickly rushed in the kitchen and found you on the ground, defeated, and Eligos bended on the table groaning.

In front of him there's the young prin. Cheeks puffed.

Munch… munch… munch… gulp!

Mammon burst into laughter, amused at his little one.

“Mammoooonnn….”

“Your Mejestyyyy.…”

You and Eligos both groaned.

Your work, all gone... in a bite.

“Someone just satisfied their greedy belly. I can't help but be amused.” Mammon grinned, lifting up the young prin to sit on his arms. The same for Eligos and you.

He wants to treat you to something nice.

Like a big banquet.

Leviathan

Leviathan loomed above your child looking down on them. You'd think he would scold them but WRONG!!

“Is it good?” He asked, kneeling on their height and stroking their heads. Your child nodded with exaggeration, cheeks puffed bouncing ups and downs with saliva threatening to drip from their mouth that Leviathan wiped away with his napkin.

He lifts them in his arm and waits for them to gulp it all down or in case they throw it up.

Later he will give them words of advice on why they should not stuff their mouth with lots of food and how to be respectful toward others.

After (gently) putting them on a time out and having your child out of vision, Leviathan's cool and calm expression falls down and looks at you with a face that looks frowning, angry and at the same time about to cry beautifully.

It was a plea. Please, can you go to make him another sweet? He will (try) to help you too :)

Beelzebub

Despite his title as the Glutton King, Beelzebub does know the word ‘moderation’. But not decency. What is that?

He was more than amused when he saw your child's face stuffed with sweets and he lifted them by the legs and shook him up and down as if he was trying to make a squirrel with a full mouth spit out the acorns.

You were telling him that you'd make a new one but it seems like he isn't gonna stop— until you hear a loud gulp and burp and your child's mouth is not puffed anymore.

Beel smacked his lips.

...

...

...

“Oh well. Let's just make a new one.” He said, putting down your child. He patted their head and gave them a spatula with melted chocolate as if he wasn't shaking them upside down a moment before.

You just gave up and went to retrieve the utensils and ingredients.

Lucifer

He wasn't surprised how much the young one could stuff in their mouth. Afterall, devils and even angels do that. Instead, he had a staring contest while your child was trying to munch all the sweets.

It was as if Lucifer was waiting to see what would happen next. Will they gulp it all? Will they throw it up?

Either way, if they end up feeling sick for eating too much Lucifer will take care of them by giving them drinks for digestion and easily eaten food.

Lucifer would gladly help you bake another sweet next time. He would love coming up and sharing his recipes with you and using some edible flowers in his garden.

And as for candies in the bowl and cookie jars, he made a little game that will subtly make them stop sneaking to devour. Paradise Lost's devils are very good when it comes to health and maybe with sprinkles of psychology.

Belphegor

It's been hours since you told him you were going to bake him some sweets. And he opened his eyes… Wait… how much time has passed? A day? Weeks? He looked at the clock. Almost two days or so…? Ah. A day.

Beleth has been absent a minute ago and hasn't come back so he can't ask anyone where you are right now. The kitchen, he guessed. Since you were rambling about baking something for him.

The little one isn't there to nag him either with random facts of the day….

He misses them.

He closed his eyes and started sleeping. His body felt light as the darkness engulfs him. Voices echoed and blurry movement in the darkness then became clear.

“Agh! What am I gonna do now… It took me all day…” You pouted, crying while poking the puffy cheek of the little one.

“Your Majesty?” Beleth called, making your head turn around left and right searching for him.

“Belphegor!? Where!??”

Meanwhile, the little prin just sleepily waved ‘hi’ at the direction Beleth was looking.

Now, that's a predicament… He doesn't want to move anymore and walks to kill himself for bothering to move a single nerve of his body or even thinking…

“Bring them to my room. With '3am menu',” he commanded.

Belphegor's presence vanished as he came. Beleth puffed a chuckle and a playful hiss.

Later, you're on Belphie's bed as Beleth said. A large tray is on the table full of sweets and savory snacks while Belphegor cradles your child who fell asleep. His other arm wrapped around your shoulder while you fed him.

“Next time, I'll keep them asleep with me so you can bake at peace…” He said, snuggling his cheek on your head.

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[b0n3s-is-gay]

Size kink w/ dallas winston?

Anyone?

Just me?

Deliciously Delicate

Synopsis: Dally just got out of the cooler, what a better way to celebrate freedom than visiting his baby doll?

Tags/CWs: Size kink, hand jobs, Gn! reader but could be read as Fem! reader, Penetration, smoking, typical greaser style, social status is left up for interpretation, reader is called baby doll, kinda sorta aftercare.

(Credits to @riottsrph for the post divider)

When he stepped out of the cooler, Dally had 2 things on his mind: His baby doll and cigarettes. The loud sounds of the Tulsa streets did nothing to distract him, but it did serve as nice background noise. The sound of Dion Dimucci's "The Wanderer" caught his ear as he passed by the music store. "Oh well, I'm the type of guy who will never settle down. Where pretty girls are well, you know that I'm around. I kiss 'em and I love 'em 'cause to me they're all the same, I hug 'em and I squeeze 'em, they don't even know my name. They call me the wanderer. Yeah, the wanderer. I roam around, around, around... "

"Ain't that the truth..." Dally thought as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit up one of the cancer sticks. Sucking in the nicotine laced smoke didn't do much in terms of actually being enjoyable, but it did make him seem tuff. And tuff was the way to describe him... among other words.

Dally let his feet guide him to where he knew he was going first, baby doll's house. The place where his girlfriend was residing at. After all, that's where they normally were after 3, so it was where he was going.

Knocking on the window, the soft sound rousing his baby doll from bed to their feet. The curtains drew and there they stood, looking down at the hood. Their eyes darted between the cigarette in his mouth and the window.

Dally sighed, already knowing what she wanted. Dally liked his cancer sticks but something made wasting this one worth it. He stubbed out his cigarette and once they saw that it was out, they opened the window and helped the hood inside.

"Come on, ya hood..." They grunted as their smaller hands grabbing his larger, calloused hands. Dally took this help, knowing what was to come soon after.

"Hey baby doll..." He smiled as he leaned down to their height, his fingers tilting their chin up to look at him... God, something about the size difference never got tiring to him... "Did you miss me?"

"Of course I did, you hoodlum. Missed ya every moment that you weren't here with me..." They replied as they stood on their tiptoes and captured his lips in a kiss that quickly grew heated.

Dally pushed them against the wall, enjoying the feeling of his tongue exploring their mouth. The taste of their clove flavored gum that coated their tongue tasted better than the nicotine that coated his. "Fuck doll... You're still chewin' that clove gum?" He joked once he pulled back from the kiss to catch his breath.

"Always." They said softly, panting just like he was. Dally leaned forward and started trailing opened mouth kissing their neck, leaving a train of saliva in his wake.

"Mind giving me a hand here, would ya?" He whispered against their neck, gently grabbing and guiding their hand to his bulge. They quickly took to it and pulled him out of his pants.

He looked down and watched their small hand, the finger tips just barely meeting, start to move up and down. A soft sigh escaped his throat as he enjoyed the feeling of their soft hand moving. "Feels better than my own hand, baby doll..." he whispered as he bit down gently on their pulse point.

A soft moan escaped their lips at the feeling of his teeth biting down on their pulse point. "Damn Dal..." They whispered as they rubbed the tip of his dick, precum sticking to their thumb.

"Come on doll... Have some fun, yeah?" He panted softly as he grinded against their hand. "I just got out of the cooler and I've been aching for some time with you..."

Dally scooped them up and kissed them again, the feeling of their smaller frame in his arms just made him feel just a little bit more desperate. When he laid them on the bed, he looked at them for permission before pulling down their pants. "Fuck baby doll, all for me?" He asked, not expecting an answer as he started prepping their hole. His fingers gently found their hole, spitting on his hand before starting to prep them. "Dal... Stop, please... Need you, need you inside..." Dallas, ever the smug bastard, smiled before pulling his fingers out, replacing them with his dick. "Think you can take it, baby doll? Y'think your small hole can take it all?" He asked as he started slowly thrusting into them, the moans sounding like music to his ears.

"Hot damn... So... Deliciously delicate..." He murmured, locking his lips with them as he kept thrusting. "All for me... All. for. me..."

"Dally... Dally please..." They panted as they squirmed under him, already close to cumming. "Then do it, baby doll. Ain't nobody stoppin' ya..." He hummed as he enjoyed the feeling of them tightening around him.

"Mph... Fuckk..." Dally groaned, feeling them milking him for everything he's got. He didn't last much longer, pulling out and cumming on their stomach. "Damn... I needed that." He smiled as he got up and went to the bathroom to get something to clean up his mess.

[koishua]

00ᘜ — rainy days.

notes fluff + starring heeseung, jay, jake, sunghoon (taglist application)

ᘜ... 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

having him all to yourself this weekend is a generous gift from management. not a single schedule to attend to in sight for a whole three days? absolutely unforseen, very welcome regardless. the lack of practice and responsibility feels odd— a good sort of odd, heeseung thinks— especially at the height of the group's career, so a good, brief reset had been a long time coming.

the rain pelts down viciously into the earth behind the four walls he calls home and he's safe, you playing with his unstyled hair in bed while watching the newest episode of your favourite drama, giving amusing commentary every once in a while (to which he always has to laugh at, because he's never seen you this horrified by the events unfolding on screen).

ᘜ... 𝐉𝐀𝐘

tonight's dinner is served by chef jay, yet again. neither you nor he complain (how could he? when all else is left behind and you're sitting on the stool by the counter before him, eyes lit up with joy at the delicious smell wafting throughout your little home together, content with spending time with him of all people?) and that's how it always goes.

he rests his chin in the palm of his hands, elbows resting on the counter as he watches you try out his newly developed recipe. the soft melodies from a vinyl record accompanies the calming lull of the rain shower outside. this is peace, jay thinks before his fingers delicately pick up his own utensils. the food is warm and comforting, much like your embrace.

ᘜ... 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄

there's nothing much to do in a weather like this, you state, though jake begs to differ. what could have been a comfortable time hanging out with your favourite person in the world inside is now flipped upside down by him running into the street with a very apparent lack of an umbrella in his hand— of course, you have to be the one to run after him in exasperation (that's a lie, it's more amusement that runs through your head).

there's no time like the present, however, so when he looks back at you with a triumphant grin, you have no choice but to savour the cold rain on your skin and the warmth spreading from your beating chest. jake jumps at the clap of thunder and runs to hold you close to him, arms encasing you with seemingly all of the love he could collect from the world.

ᘜ... 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

lightning strikes somewhere in the distance the moment he wakes up and realizes he's alone in bed. much like the storm raging outside, there is a panic brewing in the depths of his stomach when he stumbles around in the dark to find the door handle, bursting into the living room where his eyes land on your frozen figure.

a laugh bubbles out of him as his limbs begin to feel like rubber again. you stare like a deer caught in headlights until he throws himself on the couch, looking eager to see how far along you've progressed with the choreo he'd challenged you to learn this morning. you quickly turn off the tv screen displaying their dance practice video and throw a pillow at his smug expression (sunghoon eats it to his face quite ungracefully with a gleeful cackle, the panic long forgotten).

! © 𝗞𝗢𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗔 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰, 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗗.

[blindmagdalena]

An AU where Homelander's upbringing and life is the same but he's 8 feet tall and he actually has muscles. The god complex is twice as bad, the whole Vought building had to be built to accommodate his height, everyone is scared by him simply looming over them. And then one person manages to get into a trusting relationship with him, break down his walls and let him see not everyone is scared of him. Big sad boy, big kisses, big hugs and big cuddles. He lays his big ol' head on this person's lap while they stroke his hair, and he's just purring, his voice vibrating through the person's whole body. Big lion boyfriend. >_>

okay okay okay homelander but size difference I SEE YOU ANON. this reminds me of how huge and delicious HL always looks in arealtrashact's art. i love him big!!!!!!!!!

honestly the bigger they are the more pathetic i like them to be so this works out. frankly tho, being inhumanly large would just serve to alienate him even more. i think that lowkey he would hate it, even though he does still use his size to his benefit.

it would be a task and a half to soothe him. to stand up to him when you have to tip your head straight back to do. hold your ground in the face of not only his powers but his sheer size.

who would have thought under all that snarling and posturing, all he needed was some thorough head scratches? how easy it is for him to hold you against him with just one arm. he'd never want to put you down!!

[popodoki]

Ye ole NSFW Catwin ficlet x

Content under the read more, you know how it is

Beard burn, Edwin riding the Cat King's stubbled face

They'd never tried this before.  

Well, no, that isn't exactly true. Edwin has sat on the Cat King's face numerous times (his king loved to press all of Edwin's buttons, once discovered, teased and pried out of him, until all of his carefully cultivated control was virtually non-existent. There must’ve been something quite pleasurable about the whole affair to the Cat King as well, something about feeling Edwin's increasingly trembling thighs pressing in on the sides of his head, the squeezing against his face increasing exponentially, until Edwin was riding him properly, each rock of his hips pressing the back of the Cat King's head deeper into the pillow, the bed, the floor).  

Edwin had not, however, had occasion to sit on the Cat King's face, when sporting actual stubble.  

It's most certainly not because he didn't find the weathered look attractive. If you asked Edwin, it only accentuated the strong line of his lover’s jaw, whilst slimming down some of the sharpness that he'd never lost in his damned ever-charming smirks.  

Edwin had found himself staring at the Cat King's five o’clock shadow on more than one occasion, wondering what it would feel like, brushing up against his most intimate skin. Would he be left squirming the morning after, unable to sit properly without being reminded of their activities the night before? He wanted to experience that. Hells, he wanted it bad.  

Which brought them back to the present, where a very naked Edwin was preparing to straddle the Cat King's face.  

Although this is hardly the first time, all of the old fears come bubbling up to the surface the moment he peeks down, sees the over-eager face peering up at him from between his spread legs. The rational part of Edwin whispers to him, telling him he’s far from small, there's always the very real chance that he'll crush his lover underneath his weight. That at the absolute height of his pleasure, he'll slip up and, and... The Cat King, of course, would be more than happy to go out in a haze of orgasmic bliss, but— 

The second he feels the stubble gently graze against the softest part of his thighs as they gently hover down, down, down, Edwin’s control flies right out the window. It was already more sensation, more different of an experience than he’d expected, even brushing, downright tickling roughly against the smooth skin of his balls, as he settles down with a huff of air escaping him.  

Arms hook around Edwin thighs, maneuvre to pull him even closer, and Edwin’s eyes roll back in his head as his fingers clench into fistfuls around nothing.  

There’s a tongue darting out, licking a wet stripe along the length of Edwin's ass from right behind his balls to his hole. The sensation of hot, wet, thick muscle prodding against his tender skin is heightened, accentuated, by the slow drag of the Cat King’s downright furry cheek and jaw against his skin. It only serves to make Edwin press his hips down harder, until that hair, which had felt so deliciously short yet coarse underneath his fingertips, feels like it is scraping along his skin. No, scraping isn't exactly the right word. Scraping implies that there was some degree of pain, and the sensation building from between his shivering thighs... it isn't pain at all. There's a mild discomfort, building, but Edwin welcomes it with every roll of his hips. Coupled with the slick heat of that tongue, eagerly pushing in and out of his fluttering, clenching hole, it feels like every last one of his nerve-endings is singing. Any and all tension is washing out of him, in an almost orgasmic wave of pleasure... 

"H-Harder." He pants, and as always, the Cat King is all too happy to oblige him. Clawed fingers press into the meat of Edwin’s thighs, leaving the promise of bruising and red little lines for Edwin to trace later, in the silence. For now, he moans loud and unashamed as his lover makes sure to push and pull Edwin down harder against his cheeks, bobbing his head in ever exaggerated motions, to ensure maximum of contact between thigh and deliciously scraping stubble.  

Edwin’s nails dig into whatever purchase they can find on the Cat King’s skin, drawing thin lines to on the surface in kind. Whenever his marks stain red, twin moans are muffled with teeth finding bottom lips, or fangs sinking into the sensitive skin of Edwin’s taint. 

It was almost embarrassing, how fast the Cat King can bring Edwin right up to the edge. All that confidence, that arrogance that Edwin cannot fault his lover for having, with a track record to hold it up so, so easily. Conquered, Edwin is strung along, flung into two nearly back-to-back orgasms, before his partner begins to show signs of tiring. At the end of it all, Edwin's cock near aches, a bit of his come still glistening at the very tip of his cock, as his body convulses with the final aftershocks of pleasure.  

He shifts a little, hissing under his breath at the movement brushing stubble once more against by now truly irritated skin, but remains close, hovering above of the Cat King's face, as he takes a moment to steady his breathing.  

"Everything you expected, Ghostie?" The Cat King sounds breathless, a healthy flush framing his cheeks, with even more redness to the skin below his nose and ears. 

"Well," Edwin pretends to think it over as he finally rises, stretches, lets himself drop back down onto the bedding, next to his lover’s face this time, "I trust that you don't have any plans to shave anytime soon." 

[neo-catharsis]

''.. There will be, in the next generation or so, a pharmacological method of making people love their servitude, and producing dictatorship without tears, so to speak, producing a kind of painless concentration camp for entire societies, so that people will in fact have their liberties taken away from them, but will rather enjoy it, because they will be distracted from any desire to rebel by propaganda or brainwashing, or brainwashing enhanced by pharmacological methods. And this seems to be the final revolution +

The surest way to work up a crusade in favor of some good cause is to promise people they will have a chance of maltreating someone. To be able to destroy with good conscience, to be able to behave badly and call your bad behavior 'righteous indignation' — this is the height of psychological luxury, the most delicious of moral treats. ++

We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies—all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes. Most island universes are sufficiently like one another to Permit of inferential understanding or even of mutual empathy or "feeling into." Thus, remembering our own bereavements and humiliations, we can condole with others in analogous circumstances, can put ourselves (always, of course, in a slightly Pickwickian sense) in their places. But in certain cases communication between universes is incomplete or even nonexistent. The mind is its own place, and the Places inhabited by the insane and the exceptionally gifted are so different from the places where ordinary men and women live, that there is little or no common ground of memory to serve as a basis for understanding or fellow feeling. Words are uttered, but fail to enlighten. The things and events to which the symbols refer belong to mutually exclusive realms of experience. +++

It’s dark because you are trying too hard.

Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly.

Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply.

Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.

I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic.

No rhetoric, no tremolos,

no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell

Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me.

So throw away your baggage and go forward.

There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair.

That’s why you must walk so lightly.

Lightly my darling,

on tiptoes and no luggage,

not even a sponge bag,

completely unencumbered .. ''

Aldous Huxley , Brave New World, 1932, + Crome Yellow, 1921 + + The Doors of Perception, 1953 +++ Island, 1962 (montage)

[beamstalker]

Soluxis Flora, Fauna, and one of the Denizen species!

Pictured above are:

Baariz - A major denizen species of Soluxis. They are flightless.

Hummingbird Hopper - Hoppers are friendly, mouse-sized creatures that are known to flock around gardens and meadows. They are a major pollinator species and feed mostly on flower petals and nectar, though will eat roots during colder months.

Falls Rat - Large rodents that feed primarily on fish. Their blue fur patches and lighter belly help serve as camouflage when fishing. They are primarily found at the bottom of waterfalls

Fers - Fers are a large herbivore species that live in open areas. They naturally come in a variety of colors which is expanded even more in domesticated variants. Their soft fur is sheared every few months and is used in many fabrics.

Sun Runner - These birds are quick runners and very clumsy fliers. They spend their time feeding on insects and seeds. The yellows of their feathers are used to attract mates and dazzle predators.

Indigo Moss - This moss thrives in areas that flood easily, using the movement of the water to spread its spores. It grows in dense clumps and can reach two inches in height. The tips of the moss turn a deep blue or violet when spores are ready to be released. This moss is often crushed and put on minor cuts and burns due to its anti-bacterial and cooling properties.

Echo Ivy - Leaves of different sizes produce different sounds when rubbed together, with smaller leaves making bird-like sounds and larger leaves producing a sound similar to whispering voices. It can also be used as a headache remedy.

Sugar Fern - A deliciously sweet plant often used as a snack or dessert topper. This plant is not actually a fern but gained its name through the curling fern-like look of younger plants. This plant was once endangered due to over-harvest.

[insanewaykathy]

DO I TELL OR DO YOU TELL?

I asked GPT Chat what the table should look like for a romantic dinner.

“Tell me one thing, if I want to have a romantic dinner, what should I put on the table?”

Answer:

To create a romantic dinner, you can consider the following table elements:

1. **Elegant tablecloth**: Choose a tablecloth in a soft color or with a pretty pattern.

2. **Candles**: Use candles of different heights to create soft, cozy lighting.

3. **Flower arrangement**: A small vase of fresh flowers can add a special touch.

4. **Plates and cutlery**: Use your best china and cutlery, preferably in a style that matches the occasion.

5. **Wine glasses**: Include pretty glasses for wine or sparkling wine.

6. **Napkins**: Use cloth napkins, folded in a creative way.

7. **Themed decorations**: Small details, such as hearts or elements that have meaning to you, can add a personal touch.

8. **Soft music**: Prepare a playlist of romantic songs to play during dinner. 9. **Special Menu**: Plan a menu with dishes that you both enjoy, including a delicious dessert.

10. **Lighting**: If possible, adjust the lighting so that it is soft and cozy.

With these details, you will create a romantic and cozy atmosphere for dinner!”

I went further and asked what a table for a business/work dinner should look like, and here is the answer:

“For a professional dinner, here are some essential tableware items:

1. **Tablecloth**: Use a clean, well-ironed tablecloth in neutral or sober colors.

2. **Plates and cutlery**: Use good-quality china and cutlery appropriate for the type of meal.

3. **Glasses**: Include appropriate glasses for water and wine, arranged in an orderly fashion.

4. **Napkins**: Opt for cloth napkins, folded in a classic style.

5. **Centerpiece**: A discreet floral arrangement or an elegant decorative object that won't get in the way of conversation.

6. **Lighting**: Make sure the lighting is adequate, soft but enough to see the dishes well.

7. **Printed menu**: If it's a formal dinner, a printed menu can add a professional touch.

8. **Place tags**: If there are a lot of guests, consider using place tags to indicate where each person should sit. 9. **Understated decor**: Avoid items that are too personal or that could distract guests.

10. **Background music**: Soft music can create a welcoming atmosphere without being intrusive.

These details help create a professional and welcoming atmosphere for the dinner.”

We see some differences between romantic dinners and business dinners... right. But I asked about what to put on the table for a dinner with friends. The answer:

For a dinner with friends, you can opt for a more relaxed and welcoming style. Here are some suggestions:

1. **Casual tablecloth**: Use a simple tablecloth or even a table without a tablecloth, depending on the setting.

2. **Plates and silverware**: Choose plates and silverware that are practical and easy to use.

3. **Assorted glasses**: Use different styles of glasses for water and drinks, giving it a casual touch.

4. **Napkins**: Use colorful or fun paper or cloth napkins.

5. **Relaxed centerpiece**: A simple flower arrangement or even a platter of appetizers can work well.

6. **Appetizers**: Include a cheese board, olives, or other appetizers that friends can share.

7. **Buffet-style main course**: For a more informal dinner, serve the main course buffet-style, where everyone can help themselves. 8. **Fun decor**: Add elements that reflect your group’s personality, like photos or themed items.

9. **Games or entertainment**: Have board games or cards available for some after-dinner fun.

10. **Cozy lighting**: Use soft lights, like lanterns or fairy lights, to create a cozy ambiance.

These details make for a more friendly and relaxed experience, perfect for a dinner party with friends!

[honoviadakai]

Diaboys at a Crane Asada with Hispanic S/O/Reader: Mukami edition

Ruki

Please warn him in advance. Like, minimum one week ahead of time

He wants time to study up on your culture and language to impress both you and your family

Tbh he can study for a week straight and still feel incredibly under prepared

When you guys arrive, he’s going to try and speak as much Spanish as possible throughout the entire event.

His Spanish is not fantastic, but for a beginner, it’s not half bad.

Doesn’t mind the music but good lord why is it loud??

Of all the drinks served there, his favorite is sangria soda

He thought it was actually wine and he felt so sophisticated that you didn’t have the heart to tell him…your dad did on the way out though

Again, the music is really loud for his taste but damn he’s amazing at Tango ;)

He find the food to be delicious, but heavy. His favorite dish being menudo

You need to help him because your abuelita keeps pushing tamales onto his plate and no mater how hard he tries, he can’t say no to her sweet face

Hates the beer your dad and tios are drinking but he will participate in any guy talk they’re having and they’re gonna enjoy it cuz Riki’s gonna mispronounce some words

He’s surprisingly good with kids so your younger cousins love him. He tired out after a few games so you’ll have to save him

Will absolutely help clean up afterwards. Your mom ain’t touching a single dish because he has designated himself as the night’s dishwasher

Kou

So Kou is canonically a famous idol, and if K-pop Stans have taught me anything…it’s that being part of a different culture/country doesn’t stop their love of their favorite artists

So if you have family that’s a huge fan of Kou’s music…maybe leave him at home until you can safely bring him

If he DOES come along though…good luck

Any family that are fans of his are going to swarm and either try to get an autograph or steal him away.

If things go down civilly, they’ll still gawk, but they’ll probably ask you in private/over text to talk to him/get an autograph

He’s a charmer so even if no one knows who he is, he’s gonna charm the pants off your family…hopefully not literally.

He thinks a lot of the food is WAY to heavy for him but watch this man scarf down 12 quesadillas and an entire bowl of mango salsa after complaining that the food is gonna destroy his figure 🙄

Loves Fanta, piña colads and mojitos like the rich white woman he secretly is 💅

If you guys have a chihuahua or Pomeranian, he’s gonna hold them the rest of the night cuz it’s a cute tiny doggo

If you have cats…they’re his now…sorry

You have to translate for him or he’s gonna have a translation app open but he’s not gonna attempt to speak the language purely cuz he has outs

Will not touch the beer, and he’ll probably only talk to your dad or abuelito in terms of guy talk

Will play with your cousins, but only for a bit

Will not help out with clean up, he doesn’t wanna chip his nails or hurt his back…even though he’s not human and could totally handle it 😒

Your family might give him nicknames like “guerito”, “flacito” or “sancas largas” cuz he just…gives off a vibe 🍌

Your family’s impressions will be…mixed…but mostly positive!

Yuma

Oh god this one’s gonna be a wild ride

Yuma is HUGE so already I can see him being nicknamed “El Gigante” or something the moment he sets foot in the host’s home

Thankfully he has a lot of energy so he doesn’t mind the loud, rowdy atmosphere, it’s very welcoming to him actually

Which is good because first thing that’s gonna happen is your much younger relatives are gonna wanna climb him like a tree

Absolutely will play with the kids, he thinks they’re endearing, especially when they talk about his height, so he’ll play whatever games they want

Will try to learn Spanish, he’s literally only gonna pick up the bad words though

Manz can pack away the food so your family loves him

He loves the Agua Frescas because they’re so refreshing and handmade so he’ll swap recipes with someone just so he can make these drinks at home, same thing goes for the food

Your family loves all the gardening, cooking and other suck tips cuz they’re genuinely helpful. He’s probably gonna end up helping out a lot around the place

The men in your family love having a couple beers with him cuz despite his big, gruff personality, he’s very down to earth and they appreciate that

Actually really likes the music so he’s gonna dance any chance he gets

Really good at bachata dancing

One of your cousins got the oh so devilish idea to play ‘Hoedown Throwdown’ and Yuma tore it up on the dance floor like his life depended on it

Your family filmed it, your cousins sent you the videos later…you’re grateful for the multiple angles ;)

He’s gonna do almost all the cleaning when the party is over

Your parents want you to marry him tbh xD

Azusa

This boy is both one of the best and worst people you can bring

He’s the best because he’s very polite and he has a high spice tolerance so your family will very quickly start to love him

But he’s also the worst because well…the spicy food wasn’t enough pain…he wants more…

Please for the love of god do not take your eyes off him, he might try to make the biggest Tio there punch him in the face as hard as he can if you’re not careful

If you can manage to keep him in check he’s honestly lovely to bring to events like this

He’ll play with you’re younger relatives whenever they ask…might be a little too keen on playing fútbol because the ball might hit him or someone could hurt him…

Because he’s on the smaller side, your family is relentlessly offering him more food and he’s gonna eat every bite both for the stomach pain and because he doesn’t wanna be rude

Will be invited to have some cerveza with the men in your family and tbh they really like hanging out with him!

He’s very chill and a good listener, this kinda becomes a bright green flag to your family that he’s gonna treat you right and one of your tios and your Abuelito give him their blessing after some drinks

Surprisingly likes cerveza??? And he’s weirdly not a lightweight either so he’s kinda just trying all the drinks there

His favorite is the Micheladas

He wants to learn some Spanish but he’s only gonna pick up a little bit of the language by the days end, his pronunciation isn’t perfect but it’s not terrible either

If anyone asks him to help out after the party’s over l, he absolutely will help

Your tias and Abuelita love him, expect them to pinch his cheeks

[computer-knowledge27]

Navaratri 2024: Embracing Divine Energies in April's Splendor.

For the last Navaratri celebration, the focus was on honoring tradition while adding a modern twist to the culinary delights. Here's a glimpse of the delicious fare that graced the tables during Navaratri 2024 in April:

Sundal Varieties: Sundal, a South Indian snack made from legumes like chickpeas, black-eyed peas, or lentils, was prepared in a myriad of flavors. From traditional coconut and mustard tempering to innovative twists like tangy mango or spicy tamarind, each sundal offered a burst of flavor.

Navaratri Special Thali: A vibrant array of dishes adorned the Navaratri special thali. It featured delicacies like crispy Sabu dana vadas, creamy pumpkin kheer, and spicy potato curry. The thali was a celebration of diverse flavors and textures, symbolizing the richness of the Navaratri festival.

Fruit Chat with a Twist: A refreshing fruit chat received a makeover with a drizzle of honey infused with cardamom and saffron. This sweet and tangy treat was a delightful addition to the Navaratri menu, offering a burst of freshness amidst the rich festive fare.

Navaratri-inspired Mocktails: Cool and refreshing mocktails were served to complement the spicy and savory dishes. Mocktails infused with flavors like rose, mint, and citrus provided a welcome respite from the heat and added a touch of sophistication to the celebrations.

Innovative Desserts: Traditional sweets like coconut ladu and jaggery-based delicacies shared the spotlight with innovative desserts. Guests indulged in decadent offerings like chocolate-dipped bananas adorned with edible gold leaf and saffron-infused rashgullas, elevating the dessert experience to new heights.

Garba: Garba is a traditional dance form originating from the state of Gujarat in India. During Navaratri, people gather in large groups to perform this joyful and energetic dance. Dancers form concentric circles or intricate patterns, clapping their hands and moving gracefully to the rhythm of traditional folk songs. The vibrant costumes and rhythmic beats create an electrifying atmosphere, where participants immerse themselves in the joyous spirit of the festival.

Dandiya Raas: Dandiya Raas is another popular dance form performed during Navaratri, especially in Gujarat and other parts of India. In this dance, participants wield colorful sticks called dandiyas while moving in pairs or groups. The dancers strike their dandiyas in sync with the music, creating a rhythmic pattern of beats. Dandiya Raas is not only a dance but also a social activity that fosters camaraderie and community spirit.

Folk Dances: Apart from Garba and Dandiya Raas, various folk dances from different regions of India are also performed during Navaratri. These dances showcase the cultural diversity of the country, with each region contributing its unique style and repertoire. From the graceful movements of Odissi to the energetic steps of Bhangra, folk dances add a colorful dimension to Navaratri celebrations, reflecting the rich heritage and traditions of India.

[centuryberry]

@peachshadows / @terrible-leviathan Pigsy’s Noodles prepares to serve the Royal Family. It’s a big deal since it would be the first time the Royal cubs comes along.

Inspired by this ask made by @chaozquartz

Getting a reservation at Pigsy’s Noodles usually took months, if not years, because of its high demand. While its delivery service made its delicious, hand-pulled noodles accessible to the populace, sitting in was a completely different experience. There were exceptions to this, of course. When high-ranking demons wanted a table, they tended to skip over the long line and get served first.

But when it came to the Royal Family? The entire restaurant would be cleared out for the whole day. No one wanted to upset the Emperor and Empress, after all. Pigsy was always honored and stressed whenever the Royal couple came to eat at his restaurant.

But this time, the stakes were higher. The Prince and Princess were coming to the restaurant for the first time after their existences were revealed to the world. They are both beloved by their parents, Pigsy knew, so that meant any offense, any mistake made today meant his head and the heads of his staff.

Including Tang.

While Pigsy tolerated his most troublesome waiter’s clumsiness and laziness on normal days, letting him off after some yelling and threats to fire him (he never does, he never would), he made sure to put Tang in the back to wash the dishes for today. He couldn’t take any risks.

Pigsy ran the rest of his entire staff ragged in preparation for the Royal Family’s visit. By the time they came, every inch of the restaurant was sparkling and all the dishes were ready to be served.

With sweat running down his brow, Pigsy greeted the Royal Family at the entrance. He might be a big demon, but his height was nothing in comparison to the power that the celestial rulers had. He gave them all a deep and reverent bow. He kept his gaze low and his voice pleasant as he led them to their seats. The entire staff knew the Emperor and Empress’ preferences by heart, already having their favorite teas and appetizers ready to bring out and serve.

The Prince and Princess seemed to be easy customers, much to Pigsy’s relief. Prince MK tried everything that was offered to him and thanked every server, scaring some since they weren’t used to being acknowledged by customers. He even spoke to Pigsy, complimenting his restaurant and the presentation of the appetizers.

“I can’t wait to try your noodles,” Prince MK said with an odd mix of poorly-hidden excitement and…something else. Something wistful and sad. “I heard they’re the best.”

The Princess, on the other hand, wouldn’t stop staring at Pigsy. She allowed the Emperor and Empress to fuss over her and spoon feed her tiny, bite-sized fruits and snacks, but her gaze didn’t waver from him. Her brow was scrunched up as if she was struggling to find an answer to a difficult puzzle.

The Empress noticed his daughter’s gaze and expression and sent a suspicious look at the chef’s way. The look spoke of very not-good things if Pigsy didn’t fix whatever the issue was. Empress Liu’er Mihou was known to punish many for less.

It left Pigsy frazzled and on edge. So much so that he quietly snapped at one of his waiters when they made a mistake.

At that, the Princess’ lotus ears flicked and her eyes widened in recognition and joy, unbeknownst to the stressed-out chef.

“Pigsy!”

Instinctively, Pigsy’s head whipped up at the sound of his name. Princess Xiaodan started to wiggle and reach for him - him!

“Pigsy! Pigsy!” Princess Xiaodan chirped sweetly with a giggle. “Nyoo-dal! Love!”

Pigsy was completely lost. He looked uncertainly at the Emperor and Empress, who seemed to share his surprise and confusion, before turning back to the baby monkey. “Princess…?”

Prince MK laughed nervously. “She’s a huge fan,” he explained. “And she’s super-excited for the noodles.”

Pigsy was….he was so moved! For the Princess to recognize him and his noodles at such a young age! In his heart, he swore to give her the best experience!

(As he thought this, his overworked staff shuddered and cried.)

The tension in the Empress’ expression cleared into something lighter (safer) as he began to smile and laugh along with his youngest. “I see. So that’s how it was. We must’ve taken you both here often in the future.”

Pigsy pretended not to hear the last part. It didn’t make sense and he didn’t want it to be explained to him. The less he knew about the Royal Family’s secrets, the safer he would be.

Even with the insurmountable pressure on his shoulders, Pigsy carried on and brought out his best noodles. To his pride, the Emperor, Empress, and the Prince were all satisfied and impressed with all he had to offer. Bowls were emptied and plates were wiped clean.

But Princess Xiaodan touched none of the food. Even when it was offered to her in bite-sized portions, she turned away from the chopsticks and spoons. Instead, she stared expectantly at Pigsy.

Thing was, Pigsy had no idea what she wanted from him.

The longer Princess Xiaodan looked at him, the more confused and sad she became.

“A-Dan Nyoo-dal, where?” The little monkey whimpered, looking absolutely heartbroken. “Pigsy no love?”

And this was where Pigsy would die. He was sure of it with how the Emperor and the Empress were both frying him alive with their eyes.

Prince MK choked on his noodles at his younger sister’s words. He set aside his bowl and chopsticks in alarm. “Oh no. Ooooooh no. A-Dan, please don’t cry. I know that you usually get your special A-Dan Noodles from Pigsy’s whenever you visit, but he can’t now because…” he struggled, trying to find an explanation before finding it. “Because he accidentally ate a ghost pepper and forgot how to make it!”

Princess Xiaodan’s teary eyes cleared in an instant. She looked at Pigsy with horror and sympathy at his fictitious memory loss by ghost pepper. “Oh no! Poor Pigsy!”

There was so much in that excuse that Pigsy didn’t have the time to unpack. Again, the business of royals wasn’t something he should put his snout into if he could help it.

“…So that’s why Gege is going to help him make A-Dan’s special noodles!” Prince MK finished with a too-wide smile.

What.

Before Pigsy knew it, he and Prince MK were in his kitchen. He did put up some resistance at first, the kitchen was his domain and the safe space for his staff after all. It was where Tang was. Good kid or no, Pigsy was a bit wary of sharing such a vulnerable and sacred part of his life to a stranger of a Prince…even if the kid kept looking at him as if he were someone he knew and missed. But one chilling look from Emperor Wukong forced his hand.

Prince MK, at least, was appropriately apologetic about the whole situation. “I’m sorry! I promise not to make a mess and follow your rules! I just don’t like seeing A-Dan sad and thinking you no longer love her…well, the “other” you. Making her special noodle dish isn’t too hard! It’ll be quick to make, I promise!”

Again, so much to unpack, but Pigsy didn’t have the time or patience to do that right now. He had a Prince to keep an eye on and a Princess to please.

Pigsy braced himself for the worst. He expected unwashed hands and burnt pots.

But that didn’t happen.

The Prince wasn’t a prodigy by any means, but he knew his way around the kitchen. He knew what ingredients to pick out and how to prepare them. He hand-pulled his noodles exactly how Pigsy would do it.

The Special A-Dan Noodles wasn’t an intricate masterpiece by any means, but it was obviously a dish made with love. And it was a dish Pigsy could see himself making.

No. Pigsy had seen many strange things in the world, but he couldn’t be considering that time travel is real. It wasn’t, right? Right?!

“Whew. All done. Thanks for letting me use your kitchen, Pigsy. Please take this to A-Dan. It’ll make her day…and make her feel a little less horrible about your, ah, memory loss.”

Pigsy accepted the steaming bowl of noodles, mind whirling. “Um. Sure thing, your highness.”

Prince MK made a face at the title. “Just call me MK, please.”

Before Pigsy could find a way to politely refuse, Tang wandered into the kitchen with a pile of dirty plates in his arms. The sight of him struck terror into Pigsy’s heart. Tang was supposed to be further back. Why was he here? And with plates? Whoever put Tang up to this, Pigsy was going to find them and wring their necks. It only took an uneven tile on the floor for Tang to trip and fall towards the Prince.

“Tang -!”

“Whoa there, you almost dropped those, Mr. Tang!” The Prince caught Tang with one hand and caught all of the plates with the other without breaking a sweat. As he helped Tang right himself, he offered the human a smile. “Pigsy would’ve yelled your ear off for that one.”

Poor Tang was a flustered mess. Despite the Prince’s gentleness and friendliness, he shied away from the demon. He was used to cruelties from their kind after all.

The Prince’s smile quickly shifted into horror and grief at the instinctive way Tang threw up his arms in defense.

“I-I-I’m so sorry! I-! Wait.” Tang blinked. “How did you know my name?”

“Oh. Um.” Prince MK hunched into himself, tail curling close to his legs. “It’s…complicated. I…I shouldn’t have said that. Sorry for scaring you. And bothering you. I’ll just…get back to the table.”

Prince MK fled, leaving Tang and Pigsy behind to blink after him. After a moment of silence, Pigsy’s human adjusted his glasses and turned to him with a familiar glint in his eyes that spoke of hours worth of conspiracy theories that he would have to listen to.

“Time travel?” Tang asked.

“Don’t say it out loud!” Pigsy hissed.

Tang closed his mouth but his eyes continued to glitter. It was a far cry from his terrified expression from before, so Pigsy allowed it. He took the bowl of noodles out and presented it to the Princess, who beamed and clapped with excitement. With the Empress’ help, she finished off her bowl of noodles with a satisfied chirp.

“Pigsy all better?” Princess Xiaodan inquired, still very worried about Pigsy’s health. It touched the demon’s soul.

“Yes, Princess. I’m all better. Thanks for worrying about this old pig.”

“Hooray! A-Dan and Gege come again!” She promised sweetly. “See Tang too!”

“Tang?” The Emperor wondered aloud, but was immediately distracted by Prince MK’s rambling before he could pursue the question even further. The Empress' ears flicked, but he didn’t acknowledge Princess Xiaodan’s mention of Tang, much to Pigsy’s relief. The entire family left the restaurant full, satisfied, and happy.

And, with that, Pigsy and his restaurant survived the dinner.

“…It’s time travel, isn’t it?” Was Tang’s smug greeting when Pigsy returned to the back of the kitchen.

Of all the - “Yes,” Pigsy finally relented, “happy? Now get back to work, Tang. The floor won’t clean itself.”

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FAQ

🌱Welcome! I’m Mari. My pronouns are she/her. I’ve been a fan of the incredible Avatar universe since I was 12.

🌱I’m a 27 year old artist (and budding writer if I say so myself)

🌱I don’t want any minors on my blog

🍃Now let’s get to the good stuff🍃

🍃Small PSA: this blog was on hiatus from June 2023- January 2024 all activities were on pause

Who Do I Write For?:✅

Jake

Tonowari

So’lek

Teylan

Tsu’tey

What Do I Write?: ✅

Smut

Angst

Fluff

Breeding kinks

Age gaps (usually no bigger than 10 years)

General action/ violence

✨My favorite trope of all time is enemies to lovers which I utilize a lot in my works

✨Not to mention a delicious slow burn

What Don’t I Write?: 🛑

Dubious consent

Somnophilia

Violence used in sexual acts

Degradation play

CNC

Stepcest/ incest

Non-canon sexual orientation for characters (this does not include threesomes)

Smut for minors

Lo’ak, Neteyam, and Spider are children and I will not write explicit material for them

‼️All previous work including smut has been erased due to serious reconsideration of the questionable discourse around alien culture and age differences on Pandora

I am not comfortable justifying this furthermore and the lines are far too blurred. When I first made the blog I was under the impression that Neteyam and Lo’ak were 18-19, and without proper research, I decided to be influenced by “yes man” people. Since the information about them was not either officially released, or canon I felt this was okay. I also believe a lot of us seemed to have this collective delusion that alien ages were different because of them being on Pandora, or that they’re similar to animal-like years etc. So I take accountability there. I would’ve deleted my works much sooner but I was on a 7 month hiatus with my app deleted. I could not justify it anymore. Please respect my decisions. It is wrong.

There will be no aging up the characters for smut as well. This blog will not be a safe space to fans who abuse and disrespect indigenous cultures and exploit underage characters. You are not welcome here.

Let’s spread kindness, creativity, world building and new ideas.

🪐Bonus🪐

Who is My OC? :

🌱Name: Tani te Ol’ul Peyral’ite

🌱Daughter of the mighty hunter Peyral and Taktu te Omi (character I made up)

🌱Clan: Omatikaya

🌱Age: 20’s

🌱Height: 8’8” she’s one of the tallest female na’vi for her age group

🌱Ikran: She tamed a beautiful indigo almost black female Ikran with scatters of bright bioluminescent spots named Oare which means Moon in Na’vi

(pronounced Oh-R-Ay with rolled ‘r’)

🌱Special Skills: Archery, Ikran flying, weaving and craftsmanship, spear fishing, and hand to hand combat thanks to Jake Sully’s informative combat lessons

🌱Her Favorite Food: minced hexapede meat with rice and vegetables stuffed in a smoked hand wrapped banana leaf, Dawn Fruit for its sour tangy flavor, bladder polyps for the saltiness, thistle bud for snacking

✨Trivia✨

🌱Tani was a young child when the battle of the Hallelujah Mountains took place so she stayed back with her grandmother and other children while the elders looked after them. She had an older sister named Zetey the same age as Neytiri who was killed in battle and regularly talks to her at the spirit tree

🌱Experiencing war at such a young age significantly changed her and the way she acts, many elders in the clan commend her for her stoic attitude and maturity.

🌱She leads a very hectic lifestyle serving as one of the high ranking warriors in the clan under Jake’s leadership alongside her parents

🌱She secretly wishes for a quiet life and large family dabbling into healing work and weaving goods for the clan

🌱She has an even temper and is not usually tempted to lash out, she’s very calculated and cunning

🌱Every hunting festival she makes new garments usually showcasing a significant event that occurred before the big hunt

🌱She has a large collection of beads and rocks she’s received from both Tuk and Lo’ak she keeps in a special bowl by her bedside at all times

🌱After joining union with Jake she collected a rock from the river where they had a heart to heart and strung it onto her songcord

🌱She has a soft spot for Lo’ak being the younger sibling herself and often defends him and tries to get Jake to soften his attitude

🌱She ends up having 2 more babies with Jake, a boy, and another girl

🌱She and Ronal end up becoming great friends and their babies have many play dates together

🌱Tani and Jake have matching Metkayina tattoos on their shoulders

[gcthvile]

Henry Stacy

Name: Henry Stacy

Age: 27

Height: 6'2

Sexuality: Bisexual

Date of Birth: March 12th

Job: Police Officer

Family:

George Stacy - Uncle

Gwen Stacy - Cousin

Henry Stacy was born and raised in New York City, growing up in a close-knit family alongside his younger cousin, Gwen Stacy. From a young age, Henry was known for his charming and flirtatious nature, always trying to make others smile. However, he struggled with his own vices, particularly his addiction to smoking. At his worst, he was smoking two packs a day, but he eventually realized the toll it was taking on his health and made a decision to quit.

Coming from a family with a long line of police officers, it was no surprise when Henry followed in the footsteps of his uncle, Gwen's father, George Stacy. He joined the New York Police Department (NYPD) and quickly worked his way up the ranks due to his dedication and natural leadership abilities. However, before joining the NYPD, Henry had actually served as a military commander or officer of some kind. While he excelled in the military, he felt a calling to serve his community on a more personal level, which led him to pursue a career in law enforcement.

Despite his sometimes rough exterior and strong language, Henry has a heart of gold. He genuinely cares about the people he serves and always strives to do what is right. His military background has instilled in him a sense of discipline and a strong work ethic, which he brings to his role as a police officer.

Henry's romantic nature often leads him into complicated relationships, as he tends to sleep around but secretly longs for a deeper connection. He believes in the power of love and is a bit of a hopeless romantic, always searching for someone who can match his intensity and passion.

Growing up, Henry was always protective of Gwen, his younger cousin. He took it upon himself to look out for her, especially after the tragic death of George, who was killed in the line of duty. This event deeply impacted Henry and solidified his resolve to follow in his uncle's footsteps and make a difference in the world.

Henry's time in the military played a significant role in shaping his character. As a commander or officer, he witnessed the harsh realities of war and the sacrifices made by those in uniform. This experience instilled in him a sense of duty, loyalty, and a desire to protect others. However, he eventually grew disillusioned with the military lifestyle and decided to transition into the civilian world, finding his place in the NYPD.

Despite his tough exterior, Henry is known for his compassion and empathy. He often goes above and beyond the call of duty, taking the time to connect with the people he encounters on his police beat. He believes that everyone deserves a second chance and tries his best to help those who have found themselves on the wrong side of the law.

Henry's struggle with quitting smoking is an ongoing battle for him. He recognizes the negative impact it has on his health, but the addictive nature of the habit proves challenging to overcome. Despite this, he continues to make efforts to quit, seeking support from his loved ones and attending support groups.

In his personal life, Henry enjoys hobbies that provide an outlet for his intense energy. He is an avid runner, finding solace in long-distance races and using it as a way to clear his mind. He also has a passion for cooking, finding joy in experimenting with different flavors and creating delicious meals for his friends and family.

Henry's relationship with Gwen is a central part of his life. They share a close bond, with Henry often acting as a mentor and protector for her. He is fiercely loyal to his family and will do anything to keep them safe.

Henry discovered Gwen's secret identity as Ghost Spider in a rather unexpected manner. One evening, while on duty as a police officer, Henry found himself caught in the middle of a dangerous situation involving a group of criminals. As he fought to protect innocent bystanders and bring the criminals to justice, he noticed a masked figure swinging through the scene, effortlessly taking down the wrongdoers.

Intrigued and determined to uncover the truth, Henry became determined to find out the identity of this mysterious vigilante. He began to investigate, gathering any information he could find about Ghost Spider. He studied her movements, her abilities, and her fighting style, piecing together the clues bit by bit.

One night, while on patrol, Henry stumbled upon a confrontation between Ghost Spider and a group of criminals. Recognizing her from his previous encounters, he couldn't help but intervene. In the heat of the battle, Ghost Spider was momentarily caught off guard, and her mask was partially torn, revealing a glimpse of Gwen's face.

Realizing that his own cousin was the one behind the mask, Henry was shocked and conflicted. He had always seen Gwen as his innocent and vulnerable younger cousin, and the revelation that she had been operating as a superhero took him by surprise. After the battle, Henry confronted Gwen, expressing his concern for her safety and questioning her motivations.

In the following days and weeks, Henry and Gwen had several heartfelt conversations, where she explained her reasons for becoming Ghost Spider and her desire to protect others. Henry, while still worried about her, gradually came to understand and respect her choices. He realized that Gwen's bravery and determination were driven by a deep sense of justice and a desire to make a difference, just like her father.

From that point forward, Henry became one of Gwen's closest allies and confidants. While he still worried about her safety, he also recognized her capabilities and the importance of her work. Together, they formed a powerful team, combining Henry's knowledge of the law and his connections within the police force with Gwen's superhero abilities to fight crime and protect the city they both loved.

Henry Stacy possesses several strengths and weaknesses that shape his character and influence his actions. Some of his key strengths and weaknesses are:

Strengths:

1. Leadership Skills: Henry's military background and experience as a police officer have honed his leadership abilities. He can take charge of situations, make quick decisions, and effectively guide others during challenging circumstances.

2. Compassion and Empathy: Despite his tough exterior, Henry has a genuine compassion for others. He is empathetic and strives to understand people's perspectives, which allows him to connect with others on a deeper level and offer support when needed.

3. Determination and Resilience: Henry possesses a strong sense of determination. Once he sets his mind on something, he doesn't easily give up. He is willing to push through obstacles and setbacks, demonstrating resilience in the face of adversity.

4. Physical Fitness and Combat Skills: Henry's military and police training have equipped him with physical fitness and combat skills. He is physically capable, agile, and skilled in hand-to-hand combat, which aids him in his role as a police officer and when working alongside Gwen as Ghost Spider.

Weaknesses:

1. Smoking Addiction: One of Henry's significant weaknesses is his struggle with smoking addiction. Despite his efforts to quit, he finds it challenging to completely overcome this habit, which can affect his overall health and well-being.

2. Flirtatious Nature: Henry's flirty and charming personality can sometimes lead him into complicated romantic relationships. His desire for connection and his tendency to sleep around may create emotional complications and strain his relationships with others.

3. Impulsiveness: At times, Henry can be impulsive, acting on his emotions without fully considering the consequences. This impulsiveness can lead him into risky situations or cause tension with others who may prefer a more cautious approach.

4. Emotional Vulnerability: While Henry is a strong and capable individual, he also has moments of emotional vulnerability. His romantic nature and his desire for deeper connections can leave him susceptible to heartbreak and emotional turmoil.

Overall, Henry Stacy is a complex and multi-faceted character, balancing his flirty and outgoing personality with a strong sense of duty and a desire to make a positive impact on the world around him, also balancing his role as a police officer with his personal struggles and desire for connection. He is someone who has seen the darkness in the world but still believes that goodness can prevail, and he strives to be a force for positive change in his community.

It's been a while since my last OC post, hope y'all like him!

@msrochelleromanofffelton @jackiequick @blueboirick @hanlueluver @meiramel

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Shakespeare Weekend!

On this weekend we are sharing Shakespeare’s historical drama, Henry the Fourth, Part 1, the ninth volume of the thirty-seven volume The Comedies Histories & Tragedies of William Shakespeare, published by the Limited Editions Club (LEC) from 1939-1940. 

This volume was illustrated by British painter, commercial designer, illustrator, and typographer, Barnett Freedman. His six gorgeous color lithographs, which span the height of each page in dynamic vertical compositions, are surprisingly unusual, yet exquisite. The variety of lines, texture, and color are rich and exemplify the best characteristics of lithography. 

In a note on illustrating this volume the artist explains his intentions behind the compositions, saying: 

I have attempted to enrich the book, and enhance the beauty of the typography, not by the accepted method of producing an illustration that ‘goes’ with the type, but an entirely contrasting one. The shape of the picture is in direct contra-distinction to the type-area, as is the colour and general weight, and the method of carrying the whole design through the page from top to bottom, serves to retain continuity, and has been, I believe, rarely used.

The printing of the illustrations was done under the artists supervision. The drawings were printed directly from the plates that were worked on by the artist. No photographic processes were involved, which means every aspect of the artists original work is retained in each layer of the print. 

The volume was printed in an edition of 1950 copies at the Press of A. Colish. Each of the LEC volumes of Shakespeare’s works are illustrated by a different artist, but the unifying factor is that all volumes were designed by famed book and type designer Bruce Rogers and edited by the British theatre professional and Shakespeare specialist Herbert Farjeon. Our copy is number 1113, the number for long-standing LEC member Austin Fredric Lutter of Waukesha, Wisconsin.

Please enjoy this close up of the delicious print surface. 

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-Teddy, Special Collections Graduate Intern