#black peppered jerky

[jerky4u]

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Why Pineapple Teriyaki Jerky Stands Out

Unlike traditional beef jerky flavors, pineapple teriyaki brings a unique twist to the table. The infusion of pineapple not only adds a natural sweetness but also helps tenderize the meat, resulting in a softer, more enjoyable texture.

Other Popular Jerky Flavors to Try

1. Red Peppered Beef Jerky – A Spicy Kick

For those who love a bit of heat, red peppered beef jerky delivers the perfect punch. Made with high-quality beef and coated with crushed red pepper, this variety brings a bold and fiery flavor that spice lovers can’t resist.

2. Black Peppered Jerky – Classic and Bold

If you enjoy a more traditional taste with a peppery edge, black peppered jerky is an excellent choice. The bold cracked black pepper enhances the beef’s natural flavors, creating a simple yet satisfying snack.

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Whether you're hiking, road-tripping, or just need a protein-packed treat, jerky is the perfect grab-and-go snack. With flavors ranging from sweet and tangy to bold and spicy, there’s a jerky option for every craving.

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[morethansalad]

Vegan Brinjal Biltong (South African-Style Eggplant "Jerky")

[lordprettyflackotara]

Jeff the killer SFW & NSFW headcannon’s:

SFW:

-ahh yes our lil emo boy who played with fire

-100% does not believe in haircuts. you will have to be the one to force him

-if you let him he will live off of beef jerky and dr pepper

-only finds showering necessary when he's soaked in blood, which just so happens to be almost every night. so TECHNICALLY jeff is clean but not because of regular hygiene ideals

-certified yapper. finds himself having the most in common with ben, but has a tendency to hangout with EJ, its more along the line of opposites attract kinda thing

-loves rock/alternative/'emo' music. room is covered in band posters and everything is black

-his cheeks remain raw and uncut, they never heal/scar. he constantly has to use eye drops and uses a wet washcloth to cover his eyes when he sleeps

-speaking of sleep, is lowkey an insomniac. hes got loads of unaddressed trauma, he has lots of night terrors and prefers to stay awake if possible

-slept with jane once when they were teenagers, its how he lost his v card. (she thinks he was absolutely terrible in bed, thus why he will never admit this to anyone and claims he was drunk)

-LIVES in hoodies. you will never find this man in another form of clothing. skinny jeans and basketball shorts are his go to

-liu stays at the Trenderman mansion, so he never sees him. he never has to address his guilt or remorse, and he prefers it that way.

-tries to be a great big brother to sally, since he was a shitty one to liu

NSFW:

-knife kink, obviously

-however I dont think Jeff has a blood kink. despite public belief, jeff IS a horndog, but only has the confidence to actually hook up with someone he cares about. he'd love to see you hurt but in other ways <3

-choking, spitting, bruises, slapping, and hair pulling are on the roster

-with his knife he likes to tease you with it. watching goosebumps raise across your skin and the hair on the back of your neck stand up is erotic as fuck for him.

-'Shh, don't move. Might nip ya'

-I think its fairly obvious Jeff's a rough dom, his egotistical attitude not faltering in the bedroom. there is nothing soft about jeff and his love making skills

-however that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to fuck you senseless

-‘your whimpers are so cute doll’

-likes to manhandle you. fucking you against walls, the floor. hes like a rabid dog

-jeff has a high sex drive. he could go without nutting for a day but that’s about it

-likes to nibble at your earlobe. the way your body melts under his is intoxicating

-prefers to receive rather than give. something about face fucking you and abusing your tiny little throat sends him into a feral frenzy

-‘fuckin take it slut. swallow it all’

-prefers pounding you into the mattress, your face buried in the sheets. he likes to grip your hair while you struggle to breathe against the sheets as he fucks you raw

-refuses to wear a condom but steals you lots of birth control and plan b. he refuses to procreate‼️

[stalkerofthegods]

Ares Deep dive

Ares is the Greek god and patron of many things, he is the edge of the sword while you hold the soft side, no god can be the god of war without the bloodshed, so don’t judge so quick, he is an amazing god, we love Ares here.

Herbs • Garlic, basil, buttercup, yarrow, ginger, anything with tiny yellow flowers, spicy stuff (ex- peppers, paprika), Water hemlock, Snapdragon, Poppy, Nettle, Magnolia, Ginger

Animals• Vulture, Colchian Dragon, serpents, barn owls, woodpeckers, dogs, horses, Stymphalian birds, boars

Zodiac • Aries

Colors • Red, black, and dark purple

Crystal• garnets, rubies, bloodstone, obsidian, red scoria, smoky quartz, red jasper, carnelian

Symbols• a helm, a shield, a spear and sometimes a sheathed sword, flaming torch, armor, palace, four fire-breathing horses 

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• Iron, armor

Diety of• masculinity, civil order, Battle lust, courage, City guards/police, Rage, Violent deeds, Fights, Murder, Manslaughter, Quarrels, cheese, dancing, rebellion 

Patron of• the Amazons, City defenses, City defenders

Offerings• Dragons, Dragon imagery, Dragon art, Strong dark red wine, Strong whiskey, Pure water, Black coffee, Black tea, Olive oil, Beef, Red meats in general, Cooked fat from meats, Blood from cut meats, Heavy spices, Spicy foods, Garlic, Red, black, and dark purple candles, Art or statues of Him, Statues of horses or dogs, Weapons, armor, and shields (ex- art, statues, toys, handmade.), Trophies, Spicy jerky, Sport drinks / protein shakes, Hand drawn or printed art of HimArt or images of dogs, horses, and vultures, Feathers from vultures, woodpeckers, or barn owls, Iron or steel jewelry, Red flowers (ex- roses), Thorns, Miniature or toy weapons and armor (especially helmets), Snake skin, Animal teeth, Write down your fears or successes and give them to Him, Medals and ribbons you’ve earned, Antiques, Photos of riots or past wars, hot sauce, Pork ribs, homemade meals, poultry, hare, venison, wolf hearts, chili peppers, lemons, green bananas, unripe peaches, batons, bullets, kendo swords, shields, military helmets, bullet-proof vests, military boots, military belts, dynamite sticks, grenades, lion pelts, shark teeth, ram skulls, explosives (handle carefully), Medals or Certificates, dog fur or dog teeth (ethically sourced), horseshoes, bull horns, war memorabilia, broken glass, spicy jerky or twiggy sticks, Carmel, sushi, stormwater, spicy salsa, Mexican food, chocolate or chia pudding, burnt matches, cigarette butts

Devotional• Create a playlist and listen to music that makes you feel brave/empowered, Donate to the Rape Crisis Center or other similar programs, Donate and support victims of war, Cook with garlic or heavy spices that you haven’t tried before, Try new things and don’t feel ashamed about doing so, Tell Him about your accomplishments, Tell Him about your fears, Learn about shadow work and try it for yourself, Learn about history, past wars, and past riots, Learn what they accomplished or failed to accomplish, Learn and educate yourself about the downsides of war and what can happen to the people affected by wars, Partake in combat sports (ex- martial arts, fencing), Exercise, Play some strategy games like chess, Risk, and Civilization, Stand up for yourself and what you believe in, write to your governor/mayor for things you want to see changed, attend riots, Pray to Him (ex-strength, ability to fight and defeat enemies, courage, to keep others safe, and help in a battle), go to a protest, learn first aid, educate yourself on PTSD, do unharmful things that give you adrenaline rushes (ex- amusement park rides, bungee jumping), watch action movies with him, pet a dog, Playing Strategy Games, Work on managing your anger, bones, go do axe throwing, a playlist that makes you feel, brave, energized and confident, keep track of your successes (this can be daily tasks, when you conquer them cross them off, and then offer the list to Ares), write down or draw art of your fears, go to a rage room, pray or meditate during thunderstorms, watch war movies and documentaries and play war/combat and strategy video games

Ephithets•Adámastos/adamastus/ἀδάμαστος/ΑΔΑΜΑΣΤΟΣ/ἀδάμας -unconquerable & indestructible, Ænyálios/enyalius/ἐνυάλιος/ΕΝΥΑΛΙΟΣ -war-God, Alcimus, Álkimos/alcimus/ἄλκιμος/ΑΛΚΙΜΟΣ/Adj - valiant, brave, Alloprósallos/alloprosallus/ἀλλοπρόσαλλος/ΑΛΛΟΠΡΟΣΑΛΛΟΣ- loyal to the struggle and to the souls who are engaged in it, Ánax/ἄναξ/ΑΝΑΞ -lord, king, Aphneiós/aphneius/ἀφνειός/ΑΦΝΕΙΟΣ -rich, wealthy, Arrectus, Árriktos/arrectus/ἄρρηκτος, ΑΡΡΗΚΤΟΣ -unbreakable, Brotoctonus, Enyalius, Hippius, Hoplochares/Hoplodupus/Hoplophorus,  Íppios/hippius/ἵππιος/ÍΠΠΙΟΣ -horseman,  Mægasthænís/megasthenes/μεγασθενής/ΜΕΓΑΣΘΕΝΗΣ/μεγασθενές -very strong,  Megasthenes/Mægasthænís., Ombrimothymus:See Omvrimóthymos/Omvrimóthymos/ombrimo hymus/ὀμβριμόθυμος/ΟΜΒΡΙΜΟΘΥΜΟΣ/ὀβρῐμόθῡμος -doughty, indomitable, Oplódoupos/hoplodupus/ὁπλόδουπος/ΟΠΛΟΔΟΥΠΟΣ -clattering in his armor, Oplokharís/hoplochares/ὁπλοχαρής, ΟΠΛΟΧΑΡΗΣ -rejoicing in arms, Oplophóros/hoplophorus/ὁπλοφόρος/ΟΠΛΟΦΟΡΟΣ - he who bears arms, Phrictus/Phriktós/phrictus/φρικτός/ΦΡΙΚΤΟΣ - horrifying, Polæmóklonos/polemoklonus/πολεμόκλονος/ΠΟΛΕΜΟΚΛΟΝΟΣ -he raises the clamor of combat, Polemoklonus/Polæmóklonos, Sceptuchus/ Skiptoukhos/Skiptoukho/sceptuchus/σκηπτοῦχος/ΣΚΗΠΤΟΥΧΟΣ -he who bears a scepter, Teichesipletes/Teikhæsiplítis/Teikhæsiplítis/teichesipletes/τειχεσιπλήτης/ΤΕΙΧΕΣΙΠΛΗΤΗΣ—he who storms the cities in battle, Vrotoktónos/brotoctonus/βροτοκτόνος, ΒΡΟΤΟΚΤΟΝΟΣ -the slayer of men.

Equivalents• Mars (Roman), Onuris-Anhur (Egyptian god), Tiu-Tyr (Germanic god),  unnamed war-god (Scythian god).

Courting• unmarried, but courting Aphrodite. 

Past lovers/crushes/hookups• Aerope, Agraulos, Harmonia, Otrere, Astyokhe, Demonike or Sterope, Kyrene or Asterie, Astyokhe

Personality• He’s a great father, and a great lover, I talk to a godspouse of his and they talk about how he calmed them and was always there. He’s a great father because I’ve talked to a person who their father is ares and he’s always there for them, he’s also generous.

Home• Mount Olympus 

Mortal or immortal • immortal

Fact• Ares was the only male greek god that never raped or sexually assaulted any woman

Curses• Routing armies, Cowardice, Death on the battlefield, Military invasion, Sacking of cities, Rebellion, Uprisings, Sedition

Blessings•Driving armies, Bravery, fighting strength & endurance,  Averting war (peace), Repelling invading armies, Maintaining civil order, Crushing rebellions, Restraint violent instinct,

Roots• Thrake, Ancient Greece.

Parentage• Zues and Hera

Siblings• Enyo (twin sister), Eris (sister), Apollo (half-brother), Artemis (half-sister), Athena (half-sister), Hephaestus (brother), Hermes (half-brother), Dionysus (half-brother), Hebe (sister), Heracles (half-brother), Aphrodite (half-sister).

Pet• four fire-breathing horses (Aithon (Red-Fire), Phlogios (Flame), Konabos (Tumult) and Phobos (Fear))

Children •ANTEROS (God of reciprocated love, son of Ares and Aphrodite), DEIMOS (God of fear, a son of Ares and Aphrodite.), ENYALIOS/Enyalius (A war-god son of Ares and Eris), EROS (God of love, a son of Ares and Aphrodite),  HARMONIA (Goddess of harmony, daughter of Ares and Aphrodite.), NIKE(The goddess of victory, a daughter of Ares), PHOBOS (God of panic, son of Ares and Aphrodite),AEROPOS/Aeropus (son of Ares and Aerope.), ALKIPPE/Alcippe (daughter of Ares and Agraulos), AMAZONES/Amazons (Warrior women of Assyria, daughters of Ares and Harmonia), ANTIOPE(daughter of Ares and Otrere), ASKALAPHOS/Ascalaphus (son of Ares and Astyokhe), DIOMEDES (son of Ares and Kyrene or Asterie), DRYAS (son of Ares), EUENOS/Evenus (son of Ares and Demonike, and sometimes the son of Ares and Sterope), HIPPOLYTE (daughter of Ares and Otrere.),IALMENOS/Ialmenus (son of Ares and Astyokhe), KYKNOS/Cycnus) (son of Ares and Pelopia or Pyrene), LIKYMNIOS/Licymnius (son of Ares most say his father was King Elektryon), LYKASTOS/Lycastus) (son of Ares and Phylonome.), LYKOS/Lycus (son of Ares who used to sacrifice strangers to his father), MELANIPPOS/Melanippus (son of Ares and Triteia.), MELEAGROS/Meleager (son of Ares and Queen Althaia, but most call him a son of King Oineus), MOLOS/Molus (son of Ares and Demonike), NISOS/Nisus (son of Ares, but most accounts say he was a son of the Athenian prince Pandion), OIAGROS/Oeagrus (a son of Ares but some say his father was King Kharops),OINOMAUS/Oenomaus (son of Ares and the Pleaid Sterope or Princess Harpinna), OXYLOS/Oxylus (son of Ares and Protogeneia), PARRHASIOS/Parrhasius(son of Ares and Phylonome.),PARTHENOPAIOS/Parthenopaeus (son of Ares and Atalanta, many say his father was Melanion or Meleagros), PENTHESILEIA (daughter of Ares and Otrere), PHLEGYAS (He was a son of Ares and Dotis or Khryse.), PORTHAON (son of Ares or according to others of Agenor), PYLOS/Pylus (son of Ares and Demonike.), REMUS (son of Ares and Ilia), ROMULUS (son of Ares and Ilia), TEREUS (a son of Ares.), THESTIOS/Thesius (son of Ares and Demonike or Agenor and Epikaste), THRASSA (daughter of Ares and Tereine.), DRAKON ISMENIAN (A monstrous dragon-serpent, it was a son of Ares and the Erinys Telphousia.)

attendees• DEIMOS & PHOBOS (The twin gods of terror and fear), ERIS & ENYO (goddess of strife, hatred and war), KYDOIMOS/Cydoemus (The god of the din of war), NIKE (goddess of victory), OTHER ABSTRACTIONS(spirits described such as Rage, Anger, Threats, Death and Valour)

Appearance in astral or gen• In ancient Greek art, he was depicted as either a mature, bearded warrior armed for battle, or as a nude, beardless youth with a helm and spear.

Festivals • Artemis Agrotera/Kharisteria , and Genesios, maybe.

Day • Tuesday 

Scared places• Odrysia in Bistonia, Thrake (his birth-place)

Planet• Mars

Tarot cards• Chariot & Emperor card

Scents/Inscene • Frankensince, Sandalwood incense, resin, burning wood (especially if Himalayan salt in thrown in since it reminds him of blood), and red sandalwood incense

Prayers• 

Prayer to Ares for the Safety of a Soldier

Bold-hearted Ares, bright-helmed son of thundering Zeus and noble Hera, well-honored god of war, any battle will you face, any foe will you fight, without fear and without hestitation. Ares, god of warriors, ally of those who risk their lives on the field, to you do soldiers offer their prayers. You know each one’s name, O Ares, you know their lives, you know their worth. Great Ares, I pray to you, watch over ____________ who heeded your call, who practices your art, whose name you know well, for s/he is one of your own who does you honor with each day s/he serves. Ares, I pray to you.

In general 

Bright-helmed Ares, strong of arm and stern of visage, firm of stance, unyielding of will, ever ready to face any foe, to hold the line against all who may come, to battle until the end. Ares, son of noble Zeus and wise Hera, cherished by golden Aphrodite, honored by those who call on you for strength and courage, in the north were you much honored in times of old, in Thrace and Thessaly were you held in esteem by those whose lives were harsh, whose world was stony, whose comforts were hard-won. Ares who answers the prayers of the despairing, I honor you

For Courage

Ares, fierce-hearted son of Zeus and noble Hera, full-famed you are as god of war. To you do soldiers pray when battle is most heated, when mettle is most needed. To you as well do we turn in desperate times, to you do we call for strength, for the spirit to endure. You understand the terror of struggle and strife, you confront it in every way. Ares, your courage is unquestioned, your might and your prowess unequaled. Ares, friend to those in direst need, I pray to you, grant me the nerve to face what must be faced, grant me the will to do what must be done, grant me the heart to forge ahead.

Links/websites/sources •https://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/gods/ares/

https://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/624476009567289344/ares-offerings/amphttps://aspisofares.wordpress.com/tag/offerings/https://www.tumblr.com/warriots/622104378198933504/a-guide-to-ares-worship https://www.tumblr.com/warriots/622104378198933504/a-guide-to-ares-worship https://scarletarosa.tumblr.com/post/187742800571/ares-greek-god-ofhttps://www.tumblr.com/diana-thyme/722942201197363200/greek-gods-101-ares @enyalios-shrinehttps://greekpagan.com/category/prayers-2/ares/

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Ares is the Greek god and patron of many things, he is the edge of the sword while you hold the soft side, no god can be the god of war without the bloodshed, he is an amazing god, we love Ares here.

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Seeing your little doodle of Henry and his cake had me thinking: can a mimic eat the same foods we humans eat? Or do they have dietary restrictions much like how animals can't eat specific foods e.g. chocolate, coffee, etc? Are they capable of consuming things like coal and oil like the engine they impersonate?

Yes, mimics can indeed eat the same foods as humans.

But they are also constrained by some dietary restrictions due to their organs taking on the specifications of the vehicle or heavy machine they've taken on as their final form. So, essentially, depending on what they become, a mimic's diet will change to accommodate the fuel type and the crews are responsible for preparing their food to specification.

Steam engine mimics consume coal, so they become more carnivorous in nature because they quite literally burn through calories very quickly (they run hotter than other mimics and, while their stomach acid is strong enough to burn through organic matter and metal, they are more likely to get sick if they eat synthetic chemicals).

Diesel engine mimics consume diesel fuel, so they are more herbivorous in nature so as to not overload their system with more carbon (they can on occasion consume protein to balance out their natural requirements, and they're considerably more resistant to poisoning than steam engine mimics, but they still have their limits).

Road vehicle mimics are more omnivorous because their fuels vary, and you even have crane mimics who are more often than not piscivorous or insectivorous.

That of course doesn't mean they can't have a few special treats of their preference. Human foods are especially delectable to mimics who view them as the most luxurious things that their handlers can offer them in return for work (being minor fae, mimics have a concept of value that they assign certain goods and services, and human food is at the very top of the list on the scale of offerings).

The only common denominator is that mimics are not allowed to have carbonated drinks because it seems to nullify the effects of Golden Dust Inc. Feed™ which is what railways use to shrink them when they're not in service (no one is sure why this is, but as a general rule of thumb you shouldn't give critters soda anyway...).

Here's a known list of what foods/snacks/desserts and drinks one can use to reward/bribe specific mimics (this is an excerpt from the Fat Controller's notebook, so it's not a complete list), some of which raise some eyebrows:

Glynn - English Breakfast / Earl grey tea

Thomas - Savoury pastries / Store-bought orange juice

Edward - Fish and Chips / Chamomile tea

Henry - Fish jerky or pickled veggies / Fresh fruit juice

Gordon - Chocolate pastries / Mint tea

James - Pancakes topped with fruit / Strawberry milkshake

Percy - Grilled cheese sandwich / Chocolate milk

Toby - English muffins / Black coffee

Duck - Cadbury creme eggs / Oat milk

Donald & Douglas - Cullen skink and shepherd's pie / Honey lemon milk

Oliver - Werther's Originals / Latte

Toad - Banana chips / Banana milkshake

Emily - Blueberry muffins / Black tea

Rosie - Banana bread / Cranberry Juice

Ryan - Pasty barm / Beetroot juice

Bill & Ben - Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches / Hot cocoa

Diesel - Steamed Brussels sprouts with melted cheese / Blackberry juice

BoCo - Chocolate pudding / Cappuccino

Daisy - Ambrosia fruit salad / Honeydew juice

Mavis - Fruit tarts / Tutti frutti smoothie

Paxton - Spicy sweet potato fries / Orange carrot mango smoothie

Diesel 10 - Bone Marrow Soup / Pineapple juice

Victor - Ropa Vieja / Rum

Kevin - Tuna salad sandwich / Dr. Pepper

Hiro - Fried chicken wings / Lemon tea (Substitutes for his favourite snacks from home)

Salty - Salted pretzels / Lemonade

Porter - Stuffed squid / Lemonade

Cranky - Crabsticks / Whiskey

Naturally no one is encouraged to give a mimic alcohol, especially not during work hours. It's not bad for them per say (I mean, alcohol isn't good for anyone really, you know what I mean) but it certainly isn't making any of them overly productive...

[honey-minded-hivemind]

The X-Men The Animated Series/'97 Friendsgiving Special:

• It's a bit chilly outside, but it doesn't matter much. The air is crisp and clean, the fireplace has a warm, burning fire in its center, and everyone is together for today...

• Reader has been trying to make a dish for the potluck, making sure their lemon pie is tangy and sweet and sets. They spent the early morning hours making it, and now they set it in the fridge to cool for the next few hours. They're not the only one scrambling to finish for the potluck.l, though

• Remy has been trying to make gumbo since dawn, adding in the spices and meats and vegetables and muttering hurriedly to himself. He tastes it every now and again, trying to make sure it tastes perfect. He's in a warm pink sweater, and his hair is is tied up, his eyes focused on the task at hand...

• Jean finished her gift to the potluck the night before, a sweet potato casserole, which hopefully is more flavorful than last year's Christmas dinner. She spent a lot of time trying to get it right, so they'll all try some, and thank her for making it... She's wearing earrings with small acorns dangling from them, amd her sweater has a turkey on it...

• Scott had prepared a soup, regular chicken noodle, and it smelled good. It was left to simmer on thr back eye of the stove, and he uses the fun shaped pasta pieces in it this time. He was still a bit strict today, but he was smiling, and it was nice to see him happy for a change...

• Logan had hunted a deer for this occasion, and spent thr while week making jerky. Reader had tried a piece, and it tasted amazing. A bit tough, but all jerky is, with the perfect smoky, salty flavor. He was proud of himself, and the team was, too. He was wearing flannel today, in red and black, and seemed to be a bit more relaxed than normal...

• Morph was in charge of the mashed potatoes, and they took great strieds to make them the best. They added butter, salt, pepper, even sour cream, into the pot, and they seemed pleased when they tried a bit. They were dressed in a sweatshirt with fall leaves on it, and they kept making turkey jokes throughout the day...

• Storm had made a turkey, using garlic and salt and baste, stuffing it, and it was to cook until dinner was ready... it smelled heavenly, amd she had to swat away anyone who tried to steal a bite when she checked it's temperature. She wore a white sweater with golden thread running through it...

• Rogue had made a pecan pie, and Reader had to stop themself from drooling at the warm, nutty scent in the air. She kept it on the table, and made small talk with Remy, the two eventually evolving into playful banter. Rogue qore a maroon sweatshirt with a cardinal on it...

•Hank had made some sausage balls, happily explaining his recipe for them as he set the bowl down. They smelled like sausage biscuits, and he let Reader, Jubilee, and Roberto try one when no one was looking. They tasted like a warm house and sleepy holidays. Hank was wearing a mustard yellow sweater, with specks of black and brown dotting it...

•Jubilee and Roberto were in charge of the punch, amd the two kept excitedly chattering about what to add. Reader spotted lemons, oranges, cherries, and limes in it, and were asked to taste test it. It tasted like a citrus explosion, with hints of club soda and fruit punch. The two were wearing matching sweaters, both bright yellow with orange leaves on the sleeves...

• Reader was happy to see Cable, Bishop, amd Forge show up, each mumbling about being home for the holidays. Jean and Scott hugged Cable tightly, while Hank and Storm were quick to start up conversation with Forge, and Bishop and Logan went about trying to taste the food, being swatted away by Rogue while Remy waved his spoon at them, light crackling along it...

• It was a surprise when The Professor and Magneto came down, both wearing ugly Christmas sweaters, and both saying they'd invited Erik's children to come by... it wasn't much later when Pietro zoomed in, followed by Wanda and Lorna, who carried a box of sugar cookies and gingerbread, saying they'd decides to stop by, if only to cause a ruckus...

• Reader had been outside, taking a breather, when they spotted Mystique sneaking through the front doors... and they were quick to startle when they saw Sabretooth staring at the mansion from the woods. They were happy to wander inside after that...

• Kurt showed up at the last minute, happily asking about the holiday, and bamfing around the mansion, hanging decorations and calling our to Rogue and Logan and Morph to watch them... he wore a bright orange sweater, and smiled brightly when he saw Rogue and Remy getting along...

• Once dinner was ready, everyone was squeezed into the dining room, pulling out the chairs and setting out the dishes. Jean, Scott, and Cable were sat together, by The Professor amd Magneto, with Wanda and Pietro and Lorna on their other side; Logan and Morph, as well as Jubilee and Roberto, were sitting together, on the other side of the Summers-Grey Family; Forge, Storm, Hank, and Bishop were sat across from them, happy to discuss the history of the turkey; Rogue, Remy, and Kurt were at the end, along with Mystique, all of them getting along for once, all of them ready to try the food; Reader, when they went to sit down, was offered by everyone to sit with them... they ended up sitting between Jubilee and Roberto, feeling a bit warmer and a bit lighter among friends...

• Getting dinner was amazing. The turkey was crisp and juicy, popping with flavor; the gumbo was spicy, a warm taste lingering on the tongue; the sweet potato casserole was sweet, the marshmallow top soft and adding an extra fluff to it; the chicken noodle soup was delightful, each bite full of chicken and pasta; the mashed potatoes were perfect, tasting salty and peppery and with the right amount of sour cream; the sausage balls tasted like sausage biscuits, each a warm bite of home; the pecan pie was divine, each bite nutty and full of spice; Reader's lemon pie was tart and creamy, each bite lemony and sweet; and the punch packed a punch, full of citrus zest and sparkling with bubbles...

• Reader was happy to talk with their family, everyone giving thanks for their friends and for everyone taking time to make the meal, and everyone seemed to be in a good mood, the holiday cheer infectious and bright. It was nice, a warm home and warmer friends, all gathered together...

• And when they all went to the living room to nap, Reader was glad to sleep amongst friends, falling into warm, peaceful dreams and gentle sleep...

@roxanndrummond @sugar-soda @vivid-bun @thewickedweiner @danniloversugar

[gazsluckyhat]

Touch-Starved

I know! I know! I've got so much to update. Writer's block is whooping my ass. Bad. I've also had a migraine for going on 5 days and the meds I have to take for it have decided not to work! So woo! You can once again thank @miss-vanta-likes-to-write for the insanity that is this chapter. We are but vessels for the smut.

This chapter is just smut lol

 When the world fell I'd been freshly eighteen. Just graduated high school and thrust into the world of The Walking Dead. Minus the Zombies. Though there were cannibals'. When the world finally got it's shit back in order I'd been offered a job at some base in Europe. The offer had come from some CIA operative who's life I'd saved. (She had the last bag of Jack Links Peppered Beef Jerky and I wanted it.) And seeing as my family was dead and my bank account was empty I took it. That somehow leads me to four of the most crotchety old men I've ever met. All four of them just need to get laid.

England is fucking wet. Like teenage-girl-seeing-Jacob-Black-shirtless wet. I had to buy an extra umbrella just to keep at my desk. It was black and stayed in the bottom drawer of the metal desk. Right beside a retractable nightstick. Even before the world fell it wasn't safe for a woman.

"You look like a drowned rat." Garrick. God's most annoying soldier. Who somehow found time to bother me at my desk. Every. Single. Day.

"Don't you have some damsel to save Garrick?" He laughs and leans against the old metal desk, my stuff being pushed out of the way as he does.

"Are you always such a sour puss?" Shoving his thigh off the desk and rearranging my things I answered.

"Only when bothered."

"Hmm. Are you saying I bother you?" His face was too close for comfort. Leaning back I huff.

"What do you want, Sergeant? I have things to do today."

"And here I was thinking your job was to just sit there and look pretty. Learn new things every day, huh?" Huffing once again I cross my arms. "The captain sent me to grab the paperwork General Reeves sent over. But seeing as you're just now getting here I'm gonna assume it's not ready."

"You know what they say about assuming Garrick." Taking the folder of freshly printed papers and slamming it against his chest. "Make an ass out of you and me." His face falls but he recovers it easily, irritating me more.

"Knew you were more than a pretty face, Doll." With a smile he takes off and leaves me fuming.

The base I currently occupy was overrun when the world finally started again. After the military had been disbanded most bases had been raided and scoured for supplies. America was the same. Apparently this one had been home to Garrick's team before the fall. They'd fought to have it back, something about memories or whatever.

"You wanted to see me Captain?" Captain Price was one of two men on this team that didn't immediately raise my hackles. Mostly because he only spoke to me when needed and most of the time seemed to forget I exist. Though he was rude most of the time, lack of human contact will do that to you though.

"Uhh yes. Can you send an email to Laswell? I don't understand what General Reeves is asking. Fucker talks in riddles."

"Already did, Captain. The last page in the folder is her explaining everything."

"Last page? I've been through every page Kayla. There isn't one." Kayla?

"Very last page Captain. Very. Last. One."

"Listen, I'm not stupid woman. I know how to read and there isn't a page from Laswell in this damn'd thing. Now go do what I say." Slapping his hands outta the way I jerk the last page out and slam it down. At the top is Kate's email address and the subject is General Reeves. His face falls.

"And my name isn't Kayla, Captain. It's Ila." Slamming his door behind me I escape to the bathroom. The only place for peace and quiet here.

Or it was the only place for peace and quiet. Not even two seconds into me trying to keep my temper at bay do I hear the unmistakable sounds of skin on skin. Along with the tell-tell Scottish accent.

"Ohh Bonnie. So fuckin' tight." McTavish was fucking in the woman's bathroom. Somehow I wasn't surprised. At all. There were only a handful of women on the base and everyone knew he'd already made his way through them.

"For fucks sake McTavish." The girl screamed and hurried to cover up while said man just huffed like a child. "At least fuck her in your room!" Turning on my heel I went to leave. "Is nowhere sacred anymore!"

"Do you always barge in on people?" With his pants up and a scowl on his face the Scott stared at me.

"Well if you weren't banging in the PUBLIC bathroom I don't think it'd be an issue Sargent."

"Oh c'mon lass. Never thought of a quickie? Something to ease the tension?"

"Fuck off McTavish. Before I call your master." At the mention of his Lieutenant he scowls harder and sulks off.

"I swear to God this entire team needs a fucking power point presentation on people." I mumble clicking through emails.

I happily avoid the whole team the rest of the day. And most of the week. Happily sending emails and ordering supplies. Eating lunch while reading a book or enjoying the public restroom without the sound of fucking. My desk also never looked so clean and put together. Without Garrick messing it up with his big ass thighs or fiddling with my pens. He hadn't visited me once since Monday.

"What's wrong with your hair?" God really hates me.

"Garrick. I thought you'd finally fell into your knife." A smirk.

"Did you miss me? Had to go on a mission. Know you were lonely without me." Scoffing, I push his hands away from my things.

"More like I was finally enjoying myself. Didn't have to worry about some child touching things that didn't belong to him."

"Child? You think I'm a child?"

"Very much so." He cocks an eyebrow.

"Says the one with the attitude." I gape.

"Excuse you? I do not have an attitude. You're the one who shows up at my desk every day to bother me. Always has something smart to say."

"I'm being nice Doll. You're the one being hateful. Always a snarky remark. Pretty sure you called me an ass last time. Tut tut." He sneaks a bit closer. "Little girl like you shouldn't say things like that. Might have to punish you."

"Fuck you Garrick. I'm not a little girl. And you won't touch me." He only smirks wider.

"Wanna bet?" Before I can say anything he's dragging me down the hall. Door after door passing by until he's pushing one open and pushing me into it, locking it behind him.

"What the actual fuck-" His hand is over my mouth in seconds. Fingers messing with my belt buckle.

"What did I say about saying naughty things? You're just begging to be punished aren't you?" I bite his hand, my fingers clawing as his arm. "Go ahead doll. Bite as hard as you want. You're gonna need it." His hand easily slips my jeans and underwear to my ankles before manhandling me across his lap.

"Garrick let me go or I swear to God-"

"You'll what? Call me an ass again? I've wanted to do this since I first laid eyes on you. Since the first time you opened your mouth and snapped at me. You're gonna be a good girl and count to ten with me."

"The fuck I am. This is wrong, put me-" Whack! A jolt of pain shoots through my body. Did he just? Spank me?

"That's for arguing. Now the sooner you listen the sooner we can finish." His hand rubs the spot for a second before whacking it again. My brain stutters for a second before my mouth moves.

"O-one." I still have to be in shock. This man is spanking me. Like I'm a damn child all over again. Another whack. "Two." His hand rubs the spot again, dipping lower before smacking once again.

"Knew you could be a good girl."

"Three." His fingers dip even lower, and I'm suddenly aware that this embarrassing situation is somehow turning me on.

"Think you like it, Doll." Whack.

"Four."

"Already so wet. Just had to be put in your place huh?" Another smack. I just want to crawl in a hole.

"Five." He stutters this time. Fingers dragging through my folds, catching on my clit.

"Fuck." Something twitches against my stomach. Something long and thick. "I can't wait." Flipping me up into his lap his lips attack mine, a hand slipping between us to undo his pants. He pulls himself out easily, the heat immediately spreading against my stomach. He's fucking huge.

"You make me so fucking hard. I've wanted to bend you over that stupid desk so many fucking times and just ruin you. Fuck that bratty attitude out of you." His hand wraps around my throat, the other fiddling between us. I can feel the tip of his dick pressing against my entrance.

"Garr-" With a thrust he's inside. And so fucking deep.

"Fuckkk." I can't move. The pain is overwhelming, but the pleasure is behind it. I can feel the tips of it as he settles. A whimper escapes me as I take a deep breath in. A shift and he's somehow pushing in farther. The pain still there. Brown eyes stare at me. Then soft fingers wiping the corners of my eyes. "Look at you. Stuffed full. This is what you needed isn't it?" He moves then. Lifting me up then slamming me back down. A sob ripped from my chest as the pain fades away to pleasure.

"Too- much-" He's shushing me. The hand around my neck squeezes slightly.

"You're gonna take it. Just like the good girl you are. And when you catch an attitude again? I'll just fuck. It. Out. Of. You." Each thrust sends blood rushing to my head. Leaves me breathless and dizzy.

"Please." Tears leak out of my eyes from the sheer intense pleasure. I can feel myself squeezing his dick. My head is spinning. I'm so so close. It's been so long since I'd last had sex and he's so much better than that guy had been. "Please."

"Please what? Huh? You wanna cum?" I nod. Words not seeming enough. His hips slow. "You think you deserve it?" I can't help but whine.

"Please. I'm- I'm sorry." He chuckles. A hand slipping between us and finding my clit.

"Yeah?" Lips meeting my jaw. "Just needed my cock? All you had to do was say so, doll. Woulda gave it to you sooner." With his hips back at a breakneck speed and his fingers circling my clit I can't help but bite down on his arm to hold back my scream. "There it is. Squeezing me so tight. Fuck doll. Not gonna last." Letting go of my neck I fall against him, his arms holding me as he continues to fuck into me. I feel him finish but can't seem to care that he didn't pull out. Too fucked out to care.

 Here's a little timeline if you want it!

2024 - A man-made virus turns the world on its head. The government says not to panic but the virus kills off a million people within the first two weeks. Five million the next two weeks. It wasn't long before the government itself broke down and militias popped up. The WHO only stays around for three months before the building is bombed and raided. It's not long before every day life mimics that of your favorite CW show.

2028 - Eight scientists that had hid out made a cure. With the help of some soldiers tracks down the person responsible for the virus and get rid of all trace of it. Slowly the world starts putting itself back together. Countries helping each other out.

[vodkaswraath]

got bored before school so i’m doing Eric’s AOL survey

1. ⁠Full name: V

2. ⁠Nicknames: nope

3. ⁠Birthplace: southern area of america

4. ⁠Birthday: 12/27

5. ⁠Where Do You Live Now?: same place i was born

6. ⁠Parent(s): mom and dad, divorced, both of them have new partners who i see frequently

7. ⁠Sibling(s): 2 sisters, 3 brothers

8. ⁠Looks: 5’1, 89 lbs, super awkward posture, chin length hair w/ layers and glasses

9. ⁠Favorite Animal(s): cats

10. ⁠Favorite TV Show(s): i don’t watch tv

11. ⁠Favorite Kind(s) Of Music: industrial or pretty much any genre of metal

12. ⁠Favorite Movie(s): edward scissor hands

13. ⁠School: hell

14. ⁠Future School: none

15. ⁠Future Job: body piercer

16. ⁠Boyfriend/Girlfriend: boyfriend

17. ⁠Best Buds: my boyfriend, another friend i’m keeping unnamed, and a few tumblr moots

18. ⁠Favorite Candy: i’m not huge on candy but i like chocolate, slim jim’s are good too,,,,

19. ⁠Hobbies: playing video games such as doom or ddr, drawing when i rarely feel like it, writing, playing w my cat

20. ⁠Things You Collect: knives, plushies, any little trinket tbh

21. ⁠Do You Have A Personal Phone Line: phone, i want to get a computer soon

22. ⁠Favorite Body Part Of The Opposite Sex.? i don’t like girls so idk, hair is always pretty but i don’t think that’s a body part

23. ⁠Any Tattoos And Where Of What?: no tattoos yet, im planning on getting a symbols (kmfdm album) tattoo and a spider tattoo

24. ⁠Piercing(s) And Where?: only my ears, i don’t wear earrings often though

25. ⁠What Do You Sleep in?: big ass shirt

26. ⁠Do you like Chain Letters: they piss me off

27. ⁠Best Advice: take risks, don’t be a pussy like me

28. ⁠Favorite Quotes: i don’t quote anything other than songs so just imagine a bunch of kmfdm quotes

29. ⁠Non-sport Activity You Enjoy: video games and listening to music

30. ⁠Dream Car: black 1970 ford

31. ⁠Favorite Thing To Do In Spring: going on walks in the woods

32. ⁠What’s Your Bedtime: 10:00 on weekdays

33. ⁠Where Do You Shop?: wherever i feel like it, i like spencer’s a lot

34. ⁠Coke or Pepsi: pepsi

35. ⁠Favorite Thing(s) To Wear?: baggy shirts, baggy shorts, spiked bracelets

36. ⁠Favorite Subject(s) In School?: art

37. ⁠Favorite Color(s): black and purple

38. ⁠Favorite People To Talk To Online: my boyfriend and tumblr moots

39. ⁠Root-Beer or Dr. Pepper? dr pepper

40. ⁠Do You Shave? when i feel like it

41. ⁠Favorite Vacation Spot(s): anywhere in the mountains, even though phone service SUCKS in those areas

42. ⁠Favorite Family Member(s): any of my siblings

43. ⁠Did You Eat Paint Chips When You Were a Kid? as in peeling paint???? no?? i ate playground rocks though

44. ⁠Favorite CD you own: my kmfdm shirt

45. ⁠The ONE Person Who You Hate The Most: my stupid yearbook teacher

46. ⁠Favorite Food(s): Veggie straws, beef jerky, sunflower seeds

47. ⁠Who Is The Hottest Guy or Girl In The World?: jonathan davis (young AND old)

48. ⁠What Is Your Favorite Salad Dressing?: i don’t eat salad

49. ⁠When You Die, Do You Wanna Be Buried or Burned Into Ashes? either or, doesn’t matter to me

50. ⁠Do You Believe In Aliens?: fuck yes

51. ⁠If You Had The Chance To Professionally Do Something, What would You Do?: sleeping

52. ⁠Things You Obsess Over: my looks

53. ⁠Favorite Day of the Week: saturday

54. ⁠A Teacher You Hate: my yearbook teacher i hope she ROTS

55. ⁠Favorite Disney Movie: the lion king

56. ⁠What Is Your Favorite Season? fall and the very early stages of spring

57. ⁠What Toppings Do You Like On Your Pizza? pepperoni, olives, green peppers

58. ⁠Do You Like Your School Food Itself (As In The District Food): eehhh some things are edible i guess, the pizza smacks down though

59. ⁠If You Could Live Anywhere, Where Would You Live? colorado, no not because of e and d ive wanted to live there for years

60. ⁠Favorite Thing(s) To Do On Weekends: go to the arcade, go on walks in the woods, or just sleep

61. ⁠Favorite Thing(s) To Get Clean up: excuse me?? as in things i like to clean??? cleaning my room makes me feel nice i guess

62. ⁠Favorite Magazine(s): i don’t read them

63. ⁠Favorite Flower(s): spider lillies

64. ⁠Favorite Number(s): 2

65. ⁠Favorite Ice Cream flavor(s): cookie dough, pistachio, mint choc

66. ⁠What Kind of Guys/Girls Are You Attracted to?: any of em, just don’t be a prick

67. ⁠What’s Your Most Embarrassing Moment? who knows i’ve done a bunch of embarrassing shit

68. ⁠If You Could Change One Thing About Yourself What Would It be? getting rid of my acne or make myself more calm, collected, and confident

69. ⁠Do You Eat Breakfast First Then Brush Your Teeth or Brush first ten eat breakfast: i eat breakfast and then i brush my teeth

70. ⁠Favorite Time of Day: 12 am

71. ⁠Can A Guy and Girl Be Just “Best Friends?”: sure

72. ⁠Do You Ask The Girl / Guy Out Or Do You Wait For Them To Come To You?: i wait

73. ⁠Do You Mind Paying For Sex? sex disgusts me

74. ⁠What’s The Most Important thing In Someone’s Personality: compassion

75. ⁠Do you have a pager or cell phone? what

76. ⁠Favorite Sport: fuck sports

77. ⁠What Was the Best Gift You Ever Received? my gengar squishmallow

78. ⁠How Long Did This Letter Take You To Finish?: maybe like 30 minutes idk

79. ⁠What Did You Listen To While Completing It?: jack shit

80. ⁠Are you or would you like to be married in the near future (next 5 years)? depends

81. ⁠Don’t u just hate how psychics never win the lottery? what are you even asking me here

[friendlydungeonmanager]

Everyday Items of Calorum

“A world made of food is a world of endless innovation.”

In Calorum, where stone, metal, and wood do not exist, everyday tools, weapons, and household goods must be crafted from organic materials, foodstuffs, and enchanted culinary creations. Below is a collection of mundane items, reimagined through the lens of a world where cheese is stronger than steel, sugar can be spun into silk, and bone is the foundation of civilization.

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Common Tools & Equipment

Cheese-Wax Candles (Lanterns & Light Sources)

"The soft glow of a gently burning cheese-wax candle fills the room, its scent a delicate balance of aged gouda and warm butter."

Made from rendered cheese fat and beeswax, these candles burn cleanly and double as emergency rations.

Special Variant: Blue Vein Candles glow with a faint, eerie light, said to be favored by Mold Cultists.

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Hardened Biscuit Plates (Shields & Armor Reinforcements)

"The knight's shield, once fresh-baked, now bears the hardened crust of a hundred battles."

Crafted from overbaked, reinforced hardtack, these shields are remarkably durable and often chewed on in moments of desperation.

Special Variant: Aged in a buttermilk brine, granting resistance to water damage.

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Candy-Glass Windowpanes (Glass Substitutes)

"The stained candy-glass of the chapel shimmers with hues of spun sugar and hardened syrup."

Sugar-crystallized sheets used for windows, delicate but incredibly decorative.

Special Variant: Some nobles commission “Heatproof Caramel Glass”, which is less likely to melt in summer.

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Salt-Brick Walls (Masonry & Construction Materials)

"The walls of the stronghold glisten in the torchlight, each salt-brick carved with prayers to keep the damp away."

Pressed and dried bricks of hardened salt, reinforced with dairy mortar to prevent crumbling.

Special Variant: “Spiced Walls” absorb moisture and fill rooms with a faint scent of rosemary and thyme.

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Licorice Rope (Common Ropes & Climbing Gear)

"The rope stretches, slightly pliant, but strong enough to hold a man’s weight."

Woven from thick strands of black licorice, it is surprisingly durable and often chewed on absentmindedly by sailors and thieves.

Special Variant: Cinnamon-Spiced Rope burns hot and fast when ignited, making it useful in sabotage.

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Milk-Paper Scrolls (Paper & Parchment Substitutes)

"The contract is written on a thin sheet of hardened cream, the ink settling into its buttery surface."

Made from dried sheets of skimmed milk, these scrolls resist water but crumble when exposed to fire.

Special Variant: “Aged Brie Parchment” retains a faint smell, making them difficult to forge—a trained nose can tell a real document from a fake.

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Weapons & Armor

Hardened Bread Clubs (Common Blunt Weapons)

"The brigand hefts a club of stale sourdough, its jagged edges sharp enough to break bone."

Crafted from bread aged into rock-like hardness, these weapons are cheap, disposable, and—if desperate—edible.

Special Variant: Honeyed Rye Mace – Infused with honey, making it sticky enough to disarm opponents.

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Bone-Lattice Helmets (Common Head Protection)

"The warrior’s helmet is a lattice of knotted ribs and sinew, bound together with aged cheese wax."

Woven from cured bone and tendon, these helmets are lightweight yet durable.

Special Variant: Candied Skullcaps—coated in hardened sugar, which shatters dramatically but absorbs one solid blow.

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Meat Jerky Slings (Ranged Weapons)

"The hunter loads his sling with a dense, rock-hard chunk of dried venison, snapping it toward his target."

Used by Meatfolk hunters, these slings fire hardened jerky projectiles, which can also be eaten in dire situations.

Special Variant: Pepper-Cured Ammo – Hits leave a burning irritation in open wounds.

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Candy-Glass Knives (Common Bladed Weapons)

"The merchant’s dagger, spun from rock candy, gleams with a crystalline shimmer."

Made from sugar, syrup, and heat-forged enchantments, these knives shatter after a few strikes but cut incredibly well.

Special Variant: Peppermint Daggers—deal extra cold damage on a critical hit.

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Adventuring Gear

Preserved Cheese-Wax Cloaks (Common Cold-Weather Gear)

"The cloak is heavy and warm, its waxed surface repelling rain and preserving the faint scent of aged cheddar."

Lined with hardened cheese wax, these cloaks are weather-resistant and slightly edible in emergencies.

Special Variant: Blue Cheese Furs—emit a strong, pungent scent, keeping wild beasts at bay.

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Spongecake Cushions (Common Mattresses & Padding)

"The traveler collapses onto the soft spongecake bed, sinking into its pillowy embrace."

Made from resilient spongecake, these cushions absorb shock incredibly well and are sometimes used in armor padding.

Special Variant: Rum-Soaked Bedding – Retains warmth in cold climates but highly flammable.

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Whey-Skin Waterskins (Common Drinking Containers)

"The waterskin is supple, its outer layer crafted from the dried skins of cheese curds."

Made from pressed whey curd, these waterskins retain a faint, nutty flavor.

Special Variant: Sourmilk Skins – Can be fermented into drinkable yogurt if left untouched for a few days.

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Gummy Bandages (Common Healing Aids)

"The healer presses a strip of pliant gummy to the wound, sealing it with sticky resilience."

Crafted from soft gelatin and medicinal herbs, these bandages adhere naturally and provide mild pain relief when licked.

Special Variant: Honeycomb Wraps – Slow bleeding twice as effectively but attract insects if left uncovered.

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Household Items & Currency

Caramel-Wax Seals (Letters & Royal Edicts)

"The letter is stamped with a swirl of hardened caramel, its glossy surface marking the sender’s authority."

Used for sealing scrolls and messages, the wax is chewable and dissolves in hot water.

Special Variant: Spiced Ginger Seals – Infused with heat-activated cinnamon, causing slight burns to unauthorized handlers.

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Cured Meat Coins (Currency of the Meat Lands)

"The merchant bites into the edge of the coin, testing the salt-curing before nodding in approval."

Instead of metal, the Meat Lands use thin, hardened slices of cured meat as currency.

Special Variant: Aged Bone Tokens – More valuable, harder to counterfeit.

[jerky4u]

Buffalo Jerky Variety Pack Infographic

Buffalo jerky is a delicious and nutritious snack that offers a unique twist on traditional beef jerky. With its rich flavor, tender texture, and high protein content, buffalo jerky has become a favorite among jerky lovers. A buffalo jerky variety pack allows you to experience different flavors and styles, from classic smoky to sweet and savory options like teriyaki buffalo jerky.

[morethansalad]

Teriyaki Seitan Jerky (Vegan Beef Jerky)

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

[19:17]

Tags: Jeon Wonwoo x Fem! Reader, Reader wears glasses, glasses kink (???? Both Reader and Wonwoo are really into the other wearing glasses), voice kink, oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected piv sex, heavy praise (f. receiving), petnames and creampie.

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

A throaty whimper is swallowed by Wonwoo's mouth as his hands drag along your sides. Making themselves at home on your thighs, his long fingers digging into your skin as your hips jolt up into him in search of any of friction. His erection dragging along your slick folds through his boxers.

You whine out when he pulls away from you. "Patience, baby," he laughs, the scratchiness in his voice prompting your walls to clamp down achingly around nothing. He reaches up to remove his glasses, but one of your hands shoots up to stop him, "Wait."

"Hm?" He looks down at you, waiting for an answer. God, his eyes look so pretty behind his black frames.

"Can you- can you keep them on?" You whisper.

The way he blinks at you is so cute, and you want nothing more than to slot your mouth over his again, but you resist. "You want me to keep my glasses on? Why?"

"They look- you look so good when you where them. You look so hot," you breathe in explanation. You watch your words wash over him and he contemplates them for a few long moments.

"You don't have to if-"

"Will you keep yours on too?" He asks, the further drop in his voice and the molten look in his eyes catching you off guard this time around.

"You want me to what?" Your brains supplies intelligently.

"Keep yours on too. You look so beautiful with them," he responds, nuzzling your neck and peppering it with kisses that send electricity down your spine to pool between your thighs, "So fucking hot."

"Okay," you whine readily, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and tugging him closer to you. He doesn't keep you waiting for long. Kissing his way back to your awaiting lips. Moaning into each other as his tongue snakes its way into your mouth.

"You don't have to-" his words are cut off with a choked groan when you tighten your grip on his flushed cock. Scorching and heaving in your hand. "Hush. You know I want to," you tease, looking up at him through your lashes, "Besides, it's your birthday." That's all the heads up Wonwoo receives before you take his glistening tip into your mouth.

His abdomen shudders under your other hand. Years of hard-earned muscle jumping under your touch as you sink down gradually on him. He's a little salty and so familiar on your tongue. Wonwoo looks otherworldly like this. Inky locks sticking to his sweaty forehead and his eyes barely open behind his lenses. His bruised lips parting to let out guttural groans as his fingers fist your hair. The tip of him brushes the back of your throat and the gravelly 'fuck' that hits your ears goes straight to your clit.

His hips shallowly fuck your mouth. The sounds of you gagging on his cock echoing throughout your bedroom along with his quiet sounds of pleasure. A few stray tears roll down your flushed face, and your spit and his pre-cum dribble down your chin. It's filthy. It's so intoxicating watching him lose himself while he uses your mouth. You can't help but, hurriedly shove your hand that's not wrapped around his cock between your thighs. Rubbing jerky circles on your clit and moaning around him.

"Fuck. Fuck, fu-fuck wait. I'll-I'm going to cum," he heaves out, stilling your movements with his hands. Gently easing you off of his wet, red, throbbing cock.

It takes everything in him not to cum on your pretty face when you pout up at him, your hand still between your plush thighs, "Why'd you stop? I wanted you to cum in my mouth."

His cock jumps a mere few centimetres away from your face.

"Don't say that," he grits out, his eyes shutting briefly behind his frames. "I'd rather cum inside of you," he says, the intent in his eyes causing the butterflies in your stomach to rage, "It's my birthday, isn't it? I thought I got to choose today."

He says that like he doesn't do that every day. Like you don't let him do as he pleases with you whenever he wants.

"Fine," you comply with the pout more for dramatics than anything else, "How would you like me, birthday boy?"

Your insides squirm when one of his large hands wraps around his length. Saliva pooling in your mouth yet again and more of your wetness dribbling onto your thighs,

"Come sit on it."

The command in his voice and how lowly he says it has you scrambling to your knees at breakneck speed. You choose to ignore his chuckle at your eagerness. Steading your hold on one of broad shoulders, your other hand wraps around him, nudging his fat tip along your entrance. His hands grip your hips harshly as you slowly ease onto him. The drag of his cock along your slick walls is toecurling. Your nails biting into his skin while he splits you open.

"Always so wet and tight for me," he mutters into your ear. The depth of his voice prompting your walls to clench around him and whimper in his strong hold. "Won-Wonwoo," you whine out when his tip kisses your cervix, "So deep."

"Fuck," he groans, pampering your throat with kisses when you start to move. Your thighs shake violently with every nudge of his cock along your sensitive walls but, you persist. His warm, massive hands cupping your ass. Grabbing as much of you as he can while his mouth lavishes your breasts with kisses and nips.

"My pretty girl with such pretty tits," he grits into your skin, drinking in the way they jiggle in time with your bounces on him. Your plump lips parted and your eyes screwed shut behind your foggy lenses.

You've never looked hotter than in this moment.

All your hazy mind can come up with is Wonwoo, Wonwoo, Wonwoo. Your orgasm draws nearer but, you can already feel the burn stinging your thighs. You whine out in frustration, clutching at him even tighter as your walls spasm around him. Wetness leaking down his cock onto his heavy balls.

"Need help?" He pants, looking up at you with such genuine concern and unyielding patience that you think you might just fall in love with him all over again right now. You nod pathetically, "'M sorry. I know it's your birthday-"

"Shh, none of that," he interrupts, pressing a featherlight kiss to your cheek, "You've made today more than special. Thank you."

Before you can blink, you find yourself rolled onto your back with your devilishly handsome boyfriend hovering over you. He somehow looks even more attractive from this angle. His sweaty bangs hang in the space between you as he smiles down at you, "I can't think of a better way to celebrate my birthday than taking care of my favourite girl."

Your heart hammers in your chest and you soften at his words. "Won-" it's your turn for your words to be swallowed by a strangled moan when he drags himself out of you until his tip is the only part of his cock still inside of you before snapping his hips into you.

"My pretty baby," moans into your ear, his hands burning into your skin where they press your thighs into your chest, "looking so beautiful being fucked on my cock." All you can do is claw at his muscular back as he fucks you dumb on his length, "you'll take it all like a good girl, yeah?" He pants against your skin.

"Wonwoo," you cry out when one of his hands slots itself between your overheated bodies, rubbing fast circles into your swollen clit.

"Yes, plea-please. I'll take it all, please. I'm your good g-girl," you hiccup when he angles one of your legs higher to somehow sink deeper into you while he draws watery sounds of pleasure from you with his fingers.

"Then be good and cum for me. Want to watch you cum on my dick. Want to feel it," he slurs into your ear. His voice and words and fingers and cock and just everything that is him shoving you over the edge.

"Wonwoo," you whimper out, arching into him and keeping him as close to you as humanly possible. Your ankles locking behind his back and your fingernails raking his skin. Eager walls milking him while he fucks you through your orgasm.

"Shit," he gasps, his pace faltering, "Fuck. Fuck you feel amazing, baby. Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Please. I want it, please please please."

His hips are flush against you when his release rolls over him. He slams his lips against yours, moaning into you while his hips jerk into you. His cock pulsing inside of you and his warm cum painting your walls. You can't help the way your pussy grips him tighter, he's always just so gorgeous when he allows himself to lose his composure.

"Thank you," he says sleepily, toying with your hair and nuzzling into you.

"What're you thanking me for?"

"A pretty great birthday gift."

A laugh bubbles out of you, "We have sex all of the time, Wonwoo."

"True but, you haven't let me fuck you while you wear your glasses. 'Is was really fucking hot. We should do this more often," he says, smiling into your shoulder.

"The fogginess is a little annoying but, sure," you muse, tracing patterns on his back, "you look really hot too for the record."

AN: Happy Wonwoo Day!!! I don't know if I'll make it a habit to post on everyone I write for's birthday, but this was already pretty high up there in my drafts, so I thought why not.

Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

Do not repost, edit, copy and/or translate my work. I do not give you my permission to do so, nor will you ever receive it.

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

what do you think the chains favorite breakfast foods are (if they eat breakfast)

I WAS HALFWAY THROUGH ANSWERING THIS AND MY PHONE DIED AND DELETED EVERYTHING I HAD WRITTEN, DEATH AND SORROW AND DESPAIR.

Okay I'm good now.

ANYWAYS, I split you ask into two sections: first, their favorite food ever if they can get their hands on it, the second what they like to eat on the road. And then a final unhinged rant at the bottom about the one thing about teenage boys/young men and their food that I'll never understand: Bacon.

Legend--I have a feeling that he likes sweets. Specifically, waffles with whipped cream and berries. They're a little burnt, but Ravio made them for him, so he'll pretend he doesn't notice (and grows to like them better that way). On the road, he'll go for coffee/tea (he's not picky) if one of the others make it, or nothing at all.

Hyrule--does he have a favorite breakfast food? Food isn't very stable where he comes from--Legend and Wild would spoil him so much in regard of expanding his palate. But I imagine that something like a fried mixture of beef/sausage, vegetables, and a starch (perhaps an even poorer version of an already poor person food Shepherd's Pie, perhaps? it could be a breakfast food) would be a sort of filling, tasty, and easy to procure/make/preserve food that he'd like. On that note, I would say something simple, easy to get and preserve, and hardy would be his go to breakfast on the road--maybe meat jerky.

Wild--Also a sweets person. Fruit cake, cinnamon rolls, frosted cupcakes, basically all the little delicacies he could get at a dumb party 100 years ago, he ain't picky, it's for breakfast and it's fueling a day long sugar high. On the road he, unlike the other Links, can be pretty creative with his breakfasts, and he likes his spice as well. So, I think he'd like Meaty rice balls.

Four--direct this question to someone else please. He has four voices in his head fighting to answer right now, and none of them agree. I surely dont know if he doesn't.

Time--Pancakes and farm-fresh scrambled eggs and toast with jam. Malon makes it for him. What can I say. On the road he is a habitual coffee drinker, he wouldn't be functioning in the mornings without it. But he'll also take a poached egg if he has the time (heh).

Warrior--unlike Time who is a habitual coffee drinker, he is a coffee connoisseur. He likes the breakfasts they serve at the castle--a lot of meats and fruits, expensive, and on top of it all, well plated. Not to say that he can't eat simply--he was in a war, mind you--just that he prefers not to. On the road, he strikes me as the kind that would drink those tasteless quick oats (y'know you just add water, shake and go?) and also be very vocal about much time (heh) it's saving him (being none). I don't know what the Hyrule equivalent of those are.

Twilight--our favorite country boy. I think he likes a true southern breakfast. Ham and pan-fried potatoes and eggs over-easy, with a side of cheesy grits and sausage biscuits and gravy like Uli used to make for him (I HC this man has a black hole of a stomach, out of all the Links). On the road he'll inhale a boiled egg or two (salted and peppered if he's feeling fancy) that Wild made for him. I also head canon that Twilight likes tea with an intensity. And not only sweet tea, but like, ALL of the teas. He gets obsessive. I literally have in my detail/subplot tracking documents for BDOR the following entry underneath chapter 8--Tea: "Twilight’s cure to Wild’s voice is tea. His cure to life’s woes is tea."

Wind--whatever his grandma is making, probably with seafood involved. I've had a crab-spinach-egg casserole for breakfast before, it was good, so I'll give him that. On the road, I can see him packing a lot of bread and some meat (dried fish if he can get it).

Sky--This guy honestly has me stumped. Do those on Skyloft eat Loftwing eggs, or are they considered taboo? They have a lot of pumpkins around--do they incorporate them into their meals?@needfantasticstories you know a lot of Skyward Sword lore, bequeath me your wisdom. Anyways on the road he's a meat and bread person like Wind. Practical.

Now, for my rant about young men and their food quirks:

Bacon. Bacon, as I have witnessed, drives the most reasonable of men insane.

I just a few things to say about this. I have younger brothers, and I born witness to many male sleepover parties. I--as the resident nasty fe-male XD--have been (forced) to cook for them in the mornings. Set a pile of bacon in front of them (or really any meat, but I have found that bacon has the strongest affect) and they turn into WOLVES. They start to crowd around and stare as soon as they begin to smell it (which hey, give me space in the kitchen, please!), snatch it up before the grease even cools, and then retreat into their separate corners of the living room/kitchen and scarf it down, all while avoiding eye contact and projecting just how much they don't care about the bacon they're eating (perhaps so one of the others don't take notice and try to steal it). There's an odd little ritual/rules to the thing, too: for example, it's frowned upon to take more than three or four pieces at a time, there has to be enough for everyone, obviously; but if you finish a second and third serving before some poor sod stumbles in and gets himself a piece--why that is acceptable, even encouraged. But at all times, you could feel them watching each other, judging whether each person had taken acceptable amounts. 6 at once, I have determined, is veritably considered too much, as I have watched an entire group of mid-late teenage boys chase another through the house and outside for this crime of greed. Another thing was the presence of literally any other edible food. If there was anything else--eggs, fruit, even something like a few slices of unbuttered toast or coffee or juice sitting out, this reaction was largely tempered--even if none of the boys took the other foods, they would take a meager one or two pieces of bacon and be satisfied, perhaps reassured that other food was present and their hope of a filling breakfast was not in vain. Most, at that point they would restrain themselves from eating anything (other than their bacon tax) and wait so that everyone could eat together. But the mad scramble that occurs when there is bacon and only bacon in the kitchen (even if other things are cooking, nearly done, and visible to them) is otherworldly.

I never saw it with anything else, not eggs, not fruit, not even sausage or any other breakfast food. And it must be noted that I was exempt from their little ritual of judgement--perhaps as the only woman, or perhaps as the cook, I was allowed to take as much bacon as I liked from the pile, once the initial wave had attacked and retreated with their bounty (and the strips of bacon had cooled enough that mortal human hands such as my own could pick them up). And while they behaved like beasts, I was always very politely thanked for making breakfast once it was over and the frenzy had abated.

Anyways, your ask got me thinking about Malon making a pile of bacon for the boys, activating the beforehand undiscovered "PANIC! BACON!" mode in their brains, and just being utterly confused as they turn into animals. Just the boys descend, and then a few shouts of "Thanks, Malon!" drift in on the wind as they scatter like racoons with treasure, leaving an empty plate spinning behind them.

[gunnrblze]

Gonna ask this from YOU!🫵

If we took a bite of the Ghosts (+Strike), what texture/flavor would we be chewin on?

This was interesting to think about lol

Hesh- I think he’d be chewy and definitely something very savory/decadent, beef jerky perchance? the kinda food where you think ‘I need something sweet now’ after eating lol

Logan- something spicy and smooth. pepper/chili, cinnamon, ginger, wasabi.

Elias- crunchy! he’s like a pretzel/veggie, salty and dense and filling

Merrick- something bitter and smooth, like black coffee with no sugar or really dark chocolate

Keegan- similar to Merrick, but in a cranberries/green tea/red wine bitter&smooth kind of way. something that could easily be sweeter

Kick- something very chewy and maybe a little sweet. bagel, candy, fruit snack, etc. sticks to your teeth

Rorke- acidic asf. citrus and sour. the most bitter lime you’ve ever had, that really tongue puckering sour candy you’d eat as a a kid

Strike- something either neutral flavored like a cracker or the polar opposite, spicy like hot sauce. crunchy in the way Elias would be lol

[ki-yomii]

b.d.e | ksj

➥ pairing | kim seokjin x f!reader

➥ word count | ~800

➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, orgasm control/edging, pet names, mild praise kink, wet & messy, oral (f receiving), prep, big dick Jin

➥ summary | don't you know he'll never fit if he doesn't prep you first?

➥ notes | gotta feed my lovely cinnabon wife @supertuna-sideblog 😘

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“Shh, that’s it - just like that, baby. You’re doing so well.”

Whining low and wounded, the sound scraped up from the depths of your raw throat, you thought - not for the first time, and certainly not for the last - how unreasonable Kim Seokjin could be.

After almost a year of (secret) dating, his ability to worm his way under your skin only flourished, and he used it to his full advantage much to your detriment.

Case in point: what initially started out as a necessity quickly became a fun little indulgence for him, and a zero-sum game for you.

Winning, losing; every time he got you on your back, you were both victor and victim.

Not only had it taken him months to put his hands anywhere below the waist.

You were half convinced he never would have taken it any further had you not pushed, pressed, prodded until he quite literally snapped one day, bent you over a counter, and fucked you so hard you limped for days afterward.

It wasn’t necessarily his fault - you said you could handle it… which was, in fact, a bald-faced lie.

His cock was thick and long and stuffed you to the brim until tears clung to your lashes. The stretch stung, settling behind your navel like a lead ball.

And even though you dripped onto the tile, it wasn't smooth. But you were so satisfied, your walls quivering and clamping down on his shaft with every jerky thrust of his hips, that you didn’t care.

In the aftermath, you loved how rough he’d been - even if your new best friend was the ice pack from your freezer - whereas Seokjin vowed to prep you thoroughly before his dick got anywhere near your nethers from then on.

He didn’t want to ruin his precious baby, after all.

At least, not in the way you begged him too.

No, the devious bastard came up with a solution all on his own. Instead of outright wrecking you on his cock until you were sore and bruised, cum dumb, and cock drunk, he preferred the more discreet, insidious path.

He wound you up: softened your resolve with butterfly kisses peppered from the apples of your cheeks to the curve of your belly, and teasing caresses of his fingers over the peak of your nipple, the back of your thigh, the dip of your belly button.

Then, when you least expected it, he’d swoop in; spread your sticky folds open with his thumbs, and wrap those pretty lips around your clit while his tongue traced your entrance, lapping at the honey of your cunt with a low hum of approval.

Meanwhile, you’d writhe, whine, wrap your hands around his broad shoulders, and claw for freedom.

He brings you right to the edge, your trembling thighs clamping down on his ears, and then he pulls away, strings of your arousal clinging to the swollen, red plush of his mouth, the flicker of his pink tongue as he licks himself clean with a smirk.

“Jin!”

Your chest flutters with every harried breath, heat pooling deep behind your navel; pulsing in time with your heartbeat. Your pussy clenches, twitches as the cool air brushes over your abused folds as your orgasm is snatched from you.

Again.

“Please - please, no more.”

Your skin feels tight, and itchy like a bad sunburn. Your hands flutter about the sheets, unsure where to settle as lighting crackles down your spine.

"Give me your cock, or let me cum."

“I can’t do that, baby. Not yet.”

“No, you can!”

A low hum rumbles from his chest, and his eyes - twin pools of heated black - dart from the tremble of your chin to the throb of your poor clit.

“No. We’ve gotta make sure your pretty little pussy can take me, yeah? You’re still too tight.”

Tears bead at the corners of your lash line, and you say, “No, ‘m not. You’ve done enough prep, I promise. It’s - it’s too much. Please just fuck me now.”

“Oh, baby,” Seokjin breathes, reaching down to smear your slick over your tender clit with the ball of his thumb, groaning when you hiccup as the little bundle of nerves jumps beneath his touch, “you know better. I don’t want to hurt you again. Now be a good girl, and let me take care of you.”

“But--”

“Shhh. It’s all right, I’ve got you. Soon, okay? I still need to play with you a little bit more.”

[snkts]

26. what is their favorite snack food?

RANDOM HEADCANON QUESTIONS || ACCEPTING

He's not picky, but if he had to pick his favourites:

Beef Jerky - especially McSweeney's brand, and ESPECIALLY the cracked black pepper, hot terriyaki, and Montreal steak spice flavours. He also likes pepperoni sticks, though he prefers the jerky. Jerky is meaty, relatively shelf-stable, travels well, and gives him a good chew. He usually has some on him - or at least stashed in his room, near his cigars.

Roasted seaweed snacks - especially Paldo or Uta Premium brand, depending on how fancy he's feeling; he really likes the original and sesame flavoured ones. Again, they travel well, and they're good for you, salty, and he just likes the taste.

Marrow bones - I don't know if this counts to most people, but it does to Logan. Set 'em in a fire for a bit and then let him crack them open, either with his hands or his teeth. Sometimes he just needs something to gnaw on.

Soda - I'm counting this as a food, shut up. Again, he'll drink just about anything, but his favourite is Dr. Pepper. Barring that, any brown cola is going to be his first choice.

Chips - he really likes all-dressed! Lays are superior. He also loves hickory sticks. He considers both very good Stanley Cup watching foods.

Rice balls - of course, home-made onigiri is best, but he's not above Family Mart or whatever else he can find at 7-11 if he's too lazy or otherwise preoccupied. There's a store near Amiko's temple that sells an egg yolk and ground beef onigiri and that's far and away his favourite. Barring that, Salmon is best, then tuna and mayo, then whatever else he can get his hands on. Umeboshi is somewhere closer to the bottom of the list.

Twizzlers - yes he's a retched licorice eater. He likes how chewy they are. He doesn't like the 'nibs' because he doesn't get the feeling of ripping the strings apart.

Chocolates - Oh Henry, Reese's, and Coffee Crisp are his top three, in no particular order.

Gum - spearmint. He's recently gotten on the 5 Gum train, but spearmint any brand is his favourite.

Cotton Candy - it reminds him of carnivals and fairs. Barring his time in the freak show - which can still give him flashbacks - he likes going to fairs. He likes roller coasters and Ferris wheels and all that. Cotton Candy reminds him of that. Oh, and roasted peanuts and funnel cakes.

He also really likes Sour Patch Kids.