#double rum cola

[laswells-ashtray]

I love giving you my out of pocket questions.

Who do you think does and doesn't have a 'cat tongue', (from my understanding) it's people who can burn their tongue very easily on hot drinks. Like hot coffee or hot chocolate (my love) have to have ice added or be lukewarm to eliminate the risk of burning your taste buds off.

Hi I have a cat tongue and have scalded my taste buds off on many an occasion. 🙂‍↕️

Also who's go to drink would be what? Anyone's free game, mw, bo, Ghost's, all the funs.

Hmmm, making me think about stuff on a weekday and use my brain? Cruel, evil even.

John, but he refuses to try and do anything about it or help himself in any way, shape or form.

Mason. He will do something about it, not because of the burnt tongue but because of the amount of time he has accidentally bitten his own burnt tongue.

I know little about Ghosts, but Elias because I like the thought of Stephen Lang cursing in pain

Drinks-wise, I have opinions. I'm not going all alcohol despite how much I want to dissect their drinks tastes.

Kate's biggest shame to date is that she's an avid Mountain Dew enjoyed, always has been.

Sarah is a Dr Pepper person.

Rudy likes Cherry Cola.

Alejandro is peach scnapps for reasons I shall not explain to anyone but us.

John is a classic English man, it's a cuppa.

Simon is coffee, black as the makeup stained around his eyes.

Soap, need I say, is Irn Bru.

Nikolai, after that one stupid post I made, is often tempted by a Red Kola.

Gaz's silence can be bought with a raspberry lemonade Lucozade.

Graves, I know little on American drinks, but I will subject him to peach flavoured Faygo because I've said this one before.

Fight me on this, I think Makarov could be persuaded to enjoy raspberry tea on the rare chance he'd ever try it. Raspberry tea, a hit off of a decent vape and getting his cock sucked could lower his stress significantly. Where's Nolan when you need him?!

Woods likes spiced rum, don't ask me why but it fits.

Mason enjoys a double of whatever is the strongest after dealing with the above for years.

Adler's is blue label.

[idontknowreallywhy]

An Eyebrow-Razing Incident?

Part 3

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Part 1 here

Part 2 here

Virgil may have gone to the dark side…

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Admittedly leaving the broken apart kiln open to the elements while he ran back to the villa to announce that The Barbecue would be today, at lunchtime and then not returning to it until after his flight to the mainland for urgent meat supplies was… a tactical error.

One of their frequent three-minute tropical rainstorms had dumped its load on the island in his absence. Perhaps he’d have made it back in time if he hadn’t made a detour to pick up a vat of heavy duty antihistamine cream for his itchy, well, Everything.

As it was, the beautiful black gold was more than a little dampened by the experience and for several minutes, so was its creator.

To add further insult, the devilish little creature, or creatures had even snacked on the skin beneath his eyebrows and ever since desperately rubbing the cream into those the hairs just weren’t lying flat as they should. And that made him itch almost as much as the bites did.

After precisely applying the Jeff Tracy fix to the errant pile of fuel and getting black dust all over his TBTwo-green bootlaces, Virgil got a grip of himself.

Even damp fuel could be persuaded into flame with enough accelerant. The show would go on and nobody need know.

He loaded up a sack of coal and hefted it to his shoulder like a particularly miserly Santa.

It had to be a food grade accelerant, though. Rocket fuel had a certain… tang…to it that even that spray on taste-bud torturer wouldn’t conceal. Grandma would be on to him quick as a flash.

No. He had to be cunning about this. What would Grandpa have done?

Ethanol was flammable…

At high enough concentration anyway, about 80% should do it. Pity none of them were habitual vodka drinkers. Well, maybe only for current purposes.

The craft beer wasn’t strong enough. And Virgil had plans for that which didn’t involve throwing it on a fire.

Gordon’s tropical-flavoured rum collection was more sugar and water than alcohol. Similar story re Alan’s alcopops.

Scott… Scott had whisky. Cask strength. Expensive.

Very expensive.

But also very flammable…

He deposited the sack next to the newly constructed, gas-free, poolside barbecue.

It was a terrible idea. Big brother would kill him if he found out.

But Grandma’s disappointed face would kill him more slowly and painfully.

His heart told him she would forgive him in time and that he should just come clean.

His itchy eyebrows said BURN IT ALL.

He scratched at them again. Three perfect dark hairs came off on his fingertips.

Horrified, he applied more cream then stashed the tub back in his pocket before strolling casually into the house, grabbed a large bottle of cola from the kitchen and sauntered past the rest of his beloved family who were huddled together in the lounge bickering over a notebook of some kind.

So focussed was Virgil on appearing natural he didn’t realise until after he was halfway up the stairs that Gordon had slammed the notebook closed as he’d entered, and had had a look of intense innocence on his face.

And Scott… his bestest big bro Scooter, who had been a fraction slower to achieve the nothing-to-see-here expression, had been clutching a fistful of hundred dollar bills.

Those only ever made an appearance for two reasons:

Either Virgil was missing an 11am poker session, or Gordon was taking bets on whether he was going to pull this off.

And Scott was betting against him.

Virgil wasn’t offended in the slightest. But his eyebrows screamed for vengeance.

Virgil waited for the bickering to recommence before quietly doubling back and sneaking his way into his way into Dad’s office. That was where Scott hid the really good stuff.

Sure enough, in a small cabinet in the corner were four beautifully sculpted glass bottles. Only the smallest amount missing from the first, it didn’t come out often, and so it wasn’t safe to take that one. Instead he eased the bottle from the very back and studied it. It whispered to him in numbers with too many zeros.

Pffft, Mr Billionaire of the Year could afford another when he eventually noticed.

But if Virgil walked past with the ornate bottle he’d notice rather too soon.

He had a plan for that though.

Unfortunately there was no sink in here so Virgil downed one and a half litres of sickly sweet caffeine before inflicting the last quarter on a slightly dry-looking pot plant.

Bleugh.

The speed and steadiness with which he decanted the whisky would have earned him a surgical scholarship on the spot.

The glass bottle was returned to the cabinet. The cola bottle was stripped of its paper label and a new one proclaiming “Bessie’s Artisinal All-Natural BBQ lighter fluid” in a somewhat hurried calligraphic script was stuck in its place.

The Perfect Crime.

Next Step: The Perfect Barbecue.

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[trekwiz]

I really wanted to make a rum and cola cake. @ovenroastedtwerkey is the baker between us, and he helped me out.

We used a boxed spice cake, but replaced the 1 cup of water with 3/4 cup of Kraken spiced rum, and 1/4 cup water.

I made this cola flavored frosting. But the soda flavor was very light, so I doubled it. (Also, obviously using a store brand. Fuck Coca Cola and Pepsi.) It was still light, so if we do this again, I may need to get a cola extract or syrup to supplement it.

It's really good!!

[bearcina]

Fallout Fanfic Masterlist

Here's a collection of all my Fallout fanfics, which i primarily post on AO3.

I write primarily for New Vegas, and my favorite duo-- Yes Man and Courier Six, Elisavet Damia.

Elisavet is a high CHA/LCK split Courier with Logan's Loophole as her primary trait. Her tagged skills are Energy Weapons, Science, Sneak, and Speech. because i obviously like pain.

She's prone to getting herself into tough situations by being incredibly curious and nosy, and needing to smooth talk her way out... or learn to behave and outsmart her opponent, even if it's herself.

(Post with some art!) (Info sheet on her build. perks, traits, and gear!)

Warm Nuka-Cola and Burning Rads (AO3). Mature.

Drabble collection about Elisavet, previous courier for the Mojave Express, and her adventures running New Vegas in the wake of a job gone wrong… …Or was it actually the lucky break she needed?

Safe (AO3) (Tumblr). Gen.

There's only one being in the whole Mojave Wasteland that makes her feel safe. What a special thing that feeling is. Maybe revelations like that only come on the edge of death. If it happened here, she would be at peace.

Double Shot of Rum and Sunset Sarsaparilla (AO3) Explicit. (Tumblr Pt. 1) (Tumblr Pt. 2)

Elisavet and Yes Man make quite the powerful team, if not an unusual one. Elisavet was charismatic, perceptive, and even somewhat intelligent when she wasn't busy drowning her stresses and sorrows in chems. Yes Man was smart, funny, and definitely a delight to have around, and Elisavet loved it. But one day, the young scientist realizes just how deep her feelings for him ran… so she runs from them.

BONUS CONTENT

@elis-radio if you want to see all my ramblings about Elisavet and my Fallout tabletop campaign!

[tales-of-the-shrike]

*News Broadcast*

“It has now been nine nights of terror for the upper class. CEO’s, politicians, actors, have all been found stabbed to death with multiple wounds. According the police and FBI, these are simply copycat assassinations and with the help of the Secret Service and Homeland Security, they assure us the monster responsible will be brought to justice.”

The hero limps out of the early August heat and into the bar, the rattle of a pill bottle in his pocket and euphoria in his head. Tossing a cheap coaster onto the bar, the bartender asks with a friendly smile, “What can I get ya, hon?”

“Double shot of rum and a glass of diet cola.”

Just then, a wispy male voice asked for the same, slyly looking at the hero, “My treat, and I insist. You look as though you could use a few more drinks than that,” he said, motioning to the bartender for his bottle of rum. With a wry grin, he added, “Let me guess, you want to be ‘left the fuck alone.’”

“You know, I welcome a distraction, especially if you’re buying.”

“Top shelf, ‘Loptr’, if you will. One glass of this and you’ll be a new man. Fair warning, I can be a little garrulous after a few shots, but something tells me you won’t mind.”

The two men sat in silence for a bit, the stranger sipping his rum and cola, the hero throwing shots back like some sort of idiot cowboy.

“So... what seems to be the source of your misfortune?” the stranger's tone carrying an air of sympathy.

Feeling the emptiness on his left ring finger, the hero threw back another shot. “You know, talking about anything but my problems would feel pretty fucking good right now.”

The sly stranger kept him talking far longer than the hero would have liked. Their conversation ranged from the practical to the spiritual, from science to magic.

Looking inquisitively at the hero, the stranger asked, “I notice your pendant, a comics fan?”

“What? No, I mean yes, but this isn’t related. I’m a heathen; this is more or less to show my faith in the gods, not any particular devotion to Thor.”

“What are you devoted to?” The cherry on his cigarette looked like a flame dancing in his eyes.

“Balance, I guess. Trying to find harmony with the world. I think we’ve all lost our way and are more concerned with profit than giving back to the land. Don’t get me started; I could rage about capitalism and environmentalism till last call.”

Taking his last swallow, the stranger said, “I truly hope I alleviated some of your sorrow. Before we part ways...” He reached his hand out to the hero, giving him a little hand-carved spider. “It may seem foolish, but this has helped me in times of need, and I think it could be of use to you in your journeys.”

Struggling to stand straight, the hero accepted the trinket. As he put it into his pocket, it felt cool as ice and almost seemed to vibrate with energy. Staggering to the door, he thanked the stranger for the gift, conversation, and rum. He waited for his ride to show as the stranger seemed to disappear down the alley.

Limping his way to the bench, the hero reflected on the evening’s events and how things could have been so much worse. His knee ached, and the alcohol was doing little to ease the pain. He had held off as long as he could and reasoned he’d earned an extra pill or two. The familiar feeling of exhaustion washed over him as the night cooled and he waited for his ride.

The hero’s rideshare, a grey van, pulled up to the curb, and the window rolled down.

“The hero? Hop on in!” the grizzled driver said, tapping the dash. “This horse here can take you anywhere you want to go. She moves so fast you’d think she had eight wheels,” he added with a laugh.

“Thanks. I guess I got a little too drunk,” the hero mumbled as he climbed in.

“Ah. Celebrating, or...?”

Unusually chatty, the hero shook his head. “No, I, um... my marriage is over. I’m just trying to process this shit.”

The driver’s tone shifted abruptly. “I’m gonna be frank with you—I don’t care. Not in the slightest. I’m only here for a transaction.”

“Then why even fuckin’ ask?” the hero snapped.

“Well, you see, I just don’t have time to waste. I’m here to make a deal. I give you abilities you’ve dreamed about, and you give me what I want in return. Death.”

“Let me out, or I’m stomping a mudhole in your ass,” the hero growled.

Feigning shock, the driver put a hand to his chest. “My dear lord! Let me pull over and let you out!” His grin widened as he slammed on the accelerator. The streetlamps turned into streaks of light, buildings blurred into smears, and the traffic seemed to freeze.

“I said—”

“I know, I know. ‘Let you out, or the mudhole.’ Settle down, Stone Cold,” the driver said mockingly, dripping with sarcasm. He continued taunting the hero until they finally reached a dense forest.

The hero stumbled out, trying to catch his bearings. The noises in the forest were unnatural, sending shivers up his spine.

“Where are we?” he demanded.

The driver stepped out, his demeanor shifting. “Even though I’m known as a bit of a trickster—well, I used to be—I’ll be blunt with you. I’m Odin. In a drunken stupor years ago, you dedicated yourself to me. Now, I’m here to collect.”

“What? My life?” the hero asked, his voice shaking.

���Ha! If I wanted your life, I’d have it already. Foolish boy. I want your service. Among many things, I’m a friend to death, war, wisdom, and more. You are to be my weapon. The world has fallen out of balance—something I know you hold dear. You’re going to help me restore that balance.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” the hero scoffed. “I’m old, broken down, a Vicodin addict. I get freaked out by crowds and loud noises. What the fuck could I possibly offer?”

Odin’s hand shot out, grabbing the hero by the throat. His voice became a growl. “I told you... I. Will. Give. You. Abilities. You’ve. Dreamed. Of.”

He dragged the hero through the forest, his appearance shifting between various forms as he ranted.

“Do me a favor,” Odin said as he leaned the hero against a tree. “Hold this.”

With one swift motion, Odin pierced the hero’s chest with a spear, pinning him to the tree without killing him.

“For nine days and nights, you’ll hang here. You’ll suffer. You’ll transform into something useful to me. Suffer well.” he said with a grin.

Wolves wander the wilderness, wildly waiting, wondering when their meal will fall from the tree. Insects gnaw at the hero's wound while his mind traverses the realms. The horrors he saw were unspeakable; the pain he felt, unimaginable. But on the ninth night, the hero fell from the tree, landing on his hands and knees. He rose with a new vigor—his former pain vanished. He saw clearly in the darkness and heard things no man should be able to hear. He was now as much an animal as he was a man, a "wolf of Odin," ready for war.

“I see you made it... Day six was sketchy. Didn’t think you’d pull through, but my boy is a fighter!” Odin cackled.

“Call me your boy again, and I’ll gnaw your throat out,” the hero said with icy calm.

“Oh my! Don’t make me humble you. You may be strong now, but you’re no god... my boy.” Odin lunged at the hero, lifting him by the throat, reminding him of his place.

Setting the hero down, he turned to his bag and removed two knives, tossing them to the hero. The hero instinctively caught them by the handles.

“Made ofrtrsd Gungnir. I had the dwarves fashion the scale into daggers. They’ll cut through anything, can be thrown with precision far beyond what you’re capable of now, and they’ll return to your hands in an instant. With these, you’ll harvest the best of the warriors for me. My Einherjar need replenishing since all these bullets and bombs don’t seem to be sending anything my way.” Rolling his eyes, he added, “Who would have thought fighting without honor would mean none of these cunts make it to Valhalla?”

“That’s what I’m to do? Harvest warriors for your war? What do I get out of this?”

“You, my boy, get to live.”

An explosion of ravens burst from Odin, swarming toward the hero. He shielded his face, and when the flurry passed, Odin was gone.

Sirens screamed in the twilight as muzzle flashes lit the shadows like strobe lights.

In a darkened NYC police department, alarms blared, nearly drowned out by gunfire and the occasional plea for mercy. Unaware of the nature of their attacker, the police regrouped, leaving their wounded behind in hopes of slowing the assault. They had no such luck.

Near their armory, they dug in for a last stand. Lights flickered as one officer, a former soldier, began barking orders. His military training served him well as he set up a bottleneck to neutralize the attackers' numbers.

The flickering lights slowed until the room was plunged into darkness. The officers aimed at the door, unaware of the purple-and-black-clad figure gripping the walls in the corner near the ceiling. Dropping silently into the shadows, the leather-clad stalker cut and sliced his way through the department. The officers’ cries for help were drowned out by alarms and gunfire.

Down to the final cop, the hero stalked him as he futilely crawled to safety. The hero stabbed the officer in the back of the leg, pinning him to the ground. Like a wolf, he lunged at the downed man. Grabbing him by the helmet and pulling his head back, he whispered, “Tell everyone what you saw. Tell them true justice is here. Let them know the Shrike is here.”

Before knocking the officer out, the Shrike carved a runic word into the cop’s forehead with his blade tip, then disappeared into the night.

[pinkstripedspidersins]

What's their McDonalds order?

"I can't let Val know if I'm gonna get somethin from a place like dat. But if I can sneak it, I like me a big ol double bacon cheeseburger wit' all d' works, an' some of dem fries - extra crispy! An' jus' enough cola t' top off a fifth of rum...an' maybe one a dem apple pie things."

His stomach growled and he pouted loudly. "An' now I'm hungry...thanks a lot."

[stories-of-the-shrike]

*News Broadcast*

"We are now entering the ninth night of terror for the nation’s elite. High-profile figures, including CEOs, politicians, and actors, have been found brutally murdered, each victim suffering multiple stab wounds. In a chilling development, investigators have discovered mysterious runic symbols carved into the walls at the scenes of the crimes. Law enforcement agencies, including the FBI, are treating these incidents as the work of copycat killers. With the involvement of the Secret Service and Homeland Security, authorities are confident that those responsible for these heinous and ritualistic crimes will soon be brought to justice. We will continue to follow this story as it develops."

One month ago....

The hero limps out of the early August heat and into the bar, the rattle of a pill bottle in his pocket and euphoria in his head. Tossing a cheap coaster onto the bar, the bartender asks with a friendly smile, “What can I get ya, hon?”

“Double shot of rum and a glass of diet cola.”

Just then, a wispy male voice asked for the same, slyly looking at the hero, “My treat, and I insist. You look as though you could use a few more drinks than that,” he said, motioning to the bartender for his bottle of rum. With a wry grin, he added, “Let me guess, you want to be ‘left the fuck alone.’”

“You know, I welcome a distraction, especially if you’re buying.”

“Top shelf, ‘Loptr’, if you will. One glass of this and you’ll be a new man. Fair warning, I can be a little garrulous after a few shots, but something tells me you won’t mind.”

The two men sat in silence for a bit, the stranger sipping his rum and cola, the hero throwing shots back like some sort of idiot cowboy.

“So... what seems to be the source of your misfortune?” the stranger's tone carrying an air of sympathy.

Feeling the emptiness on his left ring finger, the hero threw back another shot. “You know, talking about anything but my problems would feel pretty fucking good right now.”

The sly stranger kept him talking far longer than the hero would have liked. Their conversation ranged from the practical to the spiritual, from science to magic.

Looking inquisitively at the hero, the stranger asked, “I notice your pendant, a comics fan?”

“What? No, I mean yes, but this isn’t related. I’m a heathen; this is more or less to show my faith in the gods, not any particular devotion to Thor.”

“What are you devoted to?” The cherry on his cigarette looked like a flame dancing in his eyes.

“Balance, I guess. Trying to find harmony with the world. I think we’ve all lost our way and are more concerned with profit than giving back to the land. Don’t get me started; I could rage about capitalism and environmentalism till last call.”

Taking his last swallow, the stranger said, “I truly hope I alleviated some of your sorrow. Before we part ways...” He reached his hand out to the hero, giving him a little hand-carved spider. “It may seem foolish, but this has helped me in times of need, and I think it could be of use to you in your journeys.”

Struggling to stand straight, the hero accepted the trinket. As he put it into his pocket, it felt cool as ice and almost seemed to vibrate with energy. Staggering to the door, he thanked the stranger for the gift, conversation, and rum. He waited for his ride to show as the stranger seemed to disappear down the alley.

Limping his way to the bench, the hero reflected on the evening’s events and how things could have been so much worse. His knee ached, and the alcohol was doing little to ease the pain. He had held off as long as he could and reasoned he’d earned an extra pill or two. The familiar feeling of exhaustion washed over him as the night cooled and he waited for his ride.

The hero’s rideshare, a grey van, pulled up to the curb, and the window rolled down.

“The hero? Hop on in!” the grizzled driver said, tapping the dash. “This horse here can take you anywhere you want to go. She moves so fast you’d think she had eight wheels,” he added with a laugh.

“Thanks. I guess I got a little too drunk,” the hero mumbled as he climbed in.

“Ah. Celebrating, or...?”

Unusually chatty, the hero shook his head. “No, I, um... my marriage is over. I’m just trying to process this shit.”

The driver’s tone shifted abruptly. “I’m gonna be frank with you—I don’t care. Not in the slightest. I’m only here for a transaction.”

“Then why even fuckin’ ask?” the hero snapped.

“Well, you see, I just don’t have time to waste. I’m here to make a deal. I give you abilities you’ve dreamed about, and you give me what I want in return. Death.”

“Let me out, or I’m stomping a mudhole in your ass,” the hero growled.

Feigning shock, the driver put a hand to his chest. “My dear lord! Let me pull over and let you out!” His grin widened as he slammed on the accelerator. The streetlamps turned into streaks of light, buildings blurred into smears, and the traffic seemed to freeze.

“I said—”

“I know, I know. ‘Let you out, or the mudhole.’ Settle down, Stone Cold,” the driver said, dripping with sarcasm. He continued taunting the hero until they finally reached a dense forest.

The hero stumbled out, trying to catch his bearings. The noises in the forest were unnatural, sending shivers up his spine.

“Where are we?” he demanded.

The driver stepped out, his demeanor shifting. “Even though I’m known as a bit of a trickster—well, I used to be—I’ll be blunt with you. I’m Odin. In a drunken stupor years ago, you dedicated yourself to me. Now, I’m here to collect.”

“What? My life?” the hero asked, his voice shaking.

“Ha! If I wanted your life, I’d have it already. Foolish boy. I want your service. Among many things, I’m a friend to death, war, wisdom, and more. You are to be my weapon. The world has fallen out of balance—something I know you hold dear. You’re going to help me restore that balance.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” the hero scoffed. “I’m a middle aged, broken down, addict. I get freaked out by crowds and loud noises. What the fuck could I possibly offer?”

Odin’s hand shot out, grabbing the hero by the throat. His voice became a growl. “I told you... I. Will. Give. You. Abilities. You’ve. Dreamed. Of.”

He dragged the hero through the forest, his appearance shifting between various forms as he ranted.

“Do me a favor,” Odin said as he leaned the hero against a tree. “Hold this.”

With one swift motion, Odin pierced the hero’s side with a spear, pinning him to the tree without killing him.

“For nine days and nights, you’ll hang here. You’ll discover agony. You’ll transform into something useful to me. Suffer well.” he said with a grin.

Wolves wander the wilderness, wildly waiting, wondering when their meal will fall from the tree. Insects gnaw at the hero's wound while his mind traverses the realms. The horrors he saw were unspeakable; the pain he felt, unimaginable. But on the ninth night, the hero fell from the tree, landing on his hands and knees. He rose with a new vigor—his former pain vanished. He saw clearly in the darkness and heard things no man should be able to hear. He was now as much an animal as he was a man, a "wolf of Odin," ready for war.

“I see you made it... Day six was sketchy. Didn’t think you’d pull through, but my boy is a fighter!” Odin cackled.

“Call me your boy again, and I’ll gnaw your throat out,” the hero said with icy calm.

“Oh my! Don’t make me humble you. You may be strong now, but you’re no god... my boy.” Odin lunged at the hero, lifting him by the throat, reminding him of his place.

Setting the hero down, he turned to his bag and removed two knives, tossing them to the hero. The hero instinctively caught them by the handles.

“Made of the forge scale from Gungnir. I had the dwarves fashion the scale into daggers. They’ll cut through anything, can be thrown with precision far beyond what you’re capable of now, and they’ll return to your hands in an instant. With these, you’ll harvest the best of the warriors for me. My Einherjar need replenishing since all these bullets and bombs don’t seem to be sending anything my way.” Rolling his eyes, he added, “Who would have thought fighting without honor would mean none of these cunts make it to Valhalla?”

“That’s what I’m to do? Harvest warriors for your war? What do I get out of this?”

“You, my boy, get to live.”

An explosion of ravens burst from Odin, swarming toward the hero. He shielded his face, and when the flurry passed, he was gone.

The Shrike, wearing a disguise went on tour of the larger police station in the city, becoming familiar with the area of his soon to be conquest. Like most detention centeres, it was layeed out in a hub with the command being at the center of the building. As the Shrike took the tour, he traced runes and bindrunes on the walls with his fingers, leaving not a trace, some defensive, some offensive, runes to weakin, runes to strengthen. That evening he returned....

Sirens screamed in the twilight as muzzle flashes lit the shadows like strobe lights. In a darkened cities police department, alarms blared, nearly drowned out by gunfire and flashbang. Chasing the Shrike through the station, they fired shot after shot at him, all missing as if Thor himself protected the hero until a particularly season officer took his time, breathing in and squeezing as he exhaled. BLAM!!! The shot screamed out and the Shrike groaned in agony “We got the son of a bitch, boys!!” Tracking the blood of their soon to be victim, they chased him through the stations corredors; spells erupting from walls and ceilings, covering police in rubble, burning them, impaling them, all by his intention.

The flickering lights slowed until the city jails command center was plunged into darkness. The officers aimed at the door remaining door, unaware of the purple-and-black-clad figure gripping the walls in the corner near the ceiling. Dropping silently into the shadows, the leather-clad Shrike cut and sliced his way through the department. The officers’ cries for help were drowned out by alarms and gunfire.

Down to the final cop, the hero stalked him as he futilely crawled to safety. The hero stabbed the officer in the back of the leg, pinning him to the ground. Like a wolf, he lunged at the downed man. Grabbing him by the helmet and pulling his head back, he whispered, “Tell everyone what you saw. Tell them true justice is here. Let them know the Shrike is here.”

Finding a particularly unsavory fellow in the service of a billionare, the shrike took the guise of a simple housekeeper, placiing his runes thoughtout the house. Knowing that taking a round, while not lethal, still slowed him down, he needed to be more careful. Herbs were placed in absynth decanturs and in humidors of this particular billionaire. The emerald concoction his favorite. The billionare, sleeping soundly, scaresely noticed the sound of the Shrike in his room till he woke with a startle, pulling his pistol on the hero. “You thihnk I haven’t noticed your little path of destruction? I have, but I didnt’ get this far by not having percautions. “ *guns clicks*

“You’ve got me, a satalite “geniuis” like you obviously outsmarted me”

*Phone notification*

“How? HOW THE FUCK DID YOU??? HOW DID YOU GET THOSE VIDEOS!?!”

“Send your useful idiots out and we can talk a sum”

“Get out” the tech billionare motiones for his private force to leave.

“Now....what do you”

A blade flies from the Shrikes hand into the billionares throat”

“What? With you, just to show you power you are unable to buy. You’re going to live, don’t worry, the kids you’ve hurt are going to be compensated and you’re going to be unable to properly defend yourself since your AI isn’t as advanced as you let on.”

"I've noticed your little path of vengeance, dedicating the dead to me, but it is not vengeance that I need,” Odin said coldly. “I did not give you these abilities for vengeance. I gave them to you to further war, death, to increase my power!"

"WAR!?" the hero exclaimed in disgust. “The Middle East? Ukraine? The Congo? Police waging war on the people? There are wars and genocides everywhere, isn’t that enough for you? You have given me these abilities; how can I not use them to do what is right? Death is death and my vengeance continues.”

"How disappointing. Every champion I pick seems to grow a conscience. You lack a brain...I need mass amounts of dead through melee, I’ve got other tools doing my work. You’re ntohing special" Anger was now evident in the god's voice.

"Get used to disappoint...”

Before the words left his mouth, Odin launched his spear at the hero, pinning his body to a tree.

"You think you can stand before king of the gods, and speak to me as though we're equals?" Menacingly, he walked to the dying hero, pulling the spear from his abdomen, dropping him to the ground.

“You, my boy, you’re an idealist... you think you can change the world.” With venom nearly dripping from his teeth, he continued, “Nothing changes,” he growled as he grabbed the hero by the throat and locking eyes. "Death is the only constant in this universe," Odin screamed as he beat the hero with his iron fist. "You have always been expendable and I will always find another." Throwing the hero into a tree, he shattered bones and ruptured sinew. The hero cried out in agony; trying to speak, only frothy blood could escape his mouth. Dazed, he tried getting to his feet, only to feel the boot of a god against his mouth, wrapping his limp carcass around another tree, turning the hero's bones to little more than gravel.

Looking down with perplexity, “Why will you not you die? I’ve given you no such ability. What is your game, boy?”

He walked to the heroes mangled body, leaning down he tossed the Shrike into the darkness of the night. The god of war, the god of death and wisdom, walked away into the blackness, sure that his latest mistake had been taken care of.

Wolves howled, coyotes prowled, but the rodents of the forest were the first to taste the hero. As he lay next to a tree, he was reminded of a scene from his favorite barbarian film, where the hero bites the throat out of a vulture just as his friend comes running to free him.

"I have no friends to free me," he mumbled through broken teeth and bright frothy blood. Tears streamed down his face as he lamented, "Is this all I was meant for? Everything I've been through, and this is how it ends?" He noticed a monstrous wolf approaching him before losing consciousness.

“We’re losing him!” Surrounded by people yet utterly alone. The voices started sounding garbled, his head felt like it was underwater, and the loss of blood made it feel as though the air had left the room. “Help!” he said aimlessly and on instinct...uttering words in the toddler-like state of death. In a brief moment of clarity, he thought, “I’m alone...there’s no one.”

“You are *never* alone.” Her voice pierced his mind as he drifted into blackness.

Bursting through the surface of a stagnant, endless body of water, he gasped for air, screaming as if being born. He looked around in panic, seeing bodies on the ocean-like floor, suspended like seaweed, faces eternally screaming in death, reaching for the surface. In the distance, he saw a large serpent break the surface of the water like a cobra ready to strike; it vomited ichor and pieces of bodies onto the shore. Panic took over, something he was all too familiar with, he frantically swam toward the shore opposite the side of the corpse-eating serpent he knew to be Nidhogg.

Reaching the shore, he stood wearily, taking in his surroundings. There was a putrid, purple-green hue to everything: the ground, the trees, the sky; the atmosphere held a scent of decay that shook him to the core. A guttural and painful series of groans came from the forest, and he reached for his daggers only to find the gifts of Odin missing. Quickly, he scurried through the area looking for anything to protect himself with and finding nothing but rotten branches and rocks. He found a curiously placed piece of obsidian and quickly stropped a pair of daggers; wrapped the handles in scraps of cloth from his poncho and prepared for what was to come.

Gibbering, rotting, skeletal bodies all made their way from the dark of the forest; the hero setting up a bottleneck, dug his heals in for battle. He made quick work of the first corpse, diagonally slashing to make the most of his blade work. Whatever gifts Odin had given him, he retained in death. The crude knives felt unnaturally balanced, and he danced like a boxer through the corpses, removing limbs and heads as he moved. Wiping ichor from his eyes in a brief moment of rest, he heard a howl in the distance that sent the dead shambling and running back into the corpse forest.

A sense of calm came over the hero as a colossal wolf proudly walked from the trees, the hero stood still. The wolf sniffed the hero, circling him, pushing him with his head; the hero remained still and then the wolf lay at his feet. Just then, a black, decomposing hand was placed on his shoulder. “He likes you,” a woman's voice said, “There are not many who enter here without the approval of Garmr and ‘live’ to tell the tale, especially one who has had dealings with Grimnir, but my father says you are different. He told me he interfered with your oath to Odin, knowing that what you believed of the god was a lie. Your oath was as much to me as it was to him, but I wanted to be sure you were worthy. Do you know where you are? Who I am?”

“I have an idea. What do you want from me, Hel?” He looked her in the eyes as her body shifted from various states of living and dead, from decomposing to skeletal.

“Balance, silly.” Her demeanor changed from cold and ethereal to almost playful and humorous. “I want balance. You know me so much better than most, and that I’m not just some goddess of death. Don't get me wrong dear, I love the company but there are far more than human lives being affected by the all father and his precious quest to stop his twilight. Honey, we’re happy where we’re at and trust me...I’m not riding a toenail ship. ”

“So Ragnarok?”

“Bullshit, plain and simple. A scary story from before even my time and for all his precious wisdom, Dear grimnir can’t seem to accept that truth. (mentiones dealing with abrahamics“

“What in the He...Why on earth is it you need my help? I swore an oath to him and we see how that worked out.”

Her skeletal fingers caressed his beard “ Bless your heart. Dad had a few drinks with you some time back, maybe you remember the spider charm he gave you?”

[merikus]

Pairing wines, spirits, or beers with McDonald's menu items is a fun way to elevate fast food dining! Here's a guide to finding the perfect match for each item:

1. McRib Sandwich

The smoky, tangy barbecue sauce calls for a drink with a bit of sweetness and spice.

Wine: Zinfandel or Shiraz – both have bold, fruity notes that complement the smoky barbecue.

Beer: Smoked porter or amber ale to match the barbecue flavors.

Spirit: Bourbon with a hint of caramel or vanilla.

2. Big Mac

The creamy, tangy "special sauce" and multiple layers of beef and cheese demand a versatile drink.

Wine: Merlot or a lightly oaked Chardonnay to balance the richness.

Beer: Pale ale for its crisp hops that cut through the fattiness.

Spirit: A classic gin and tonic to cleanse the palate.

3. Quarter Pounder with Cheese

With its beefy and cheesy profile, this burger pairs well with bold or malty options.

Wine: Malbec or Cabernet Sauvignon for their robust flavors.

Beer: Lager or stout for a smooth contrast.

Spirit: Rye whiskey neat or in an Old Fashioned.

4. Double Cheeseburger

This indulgent classic pairs well with drinks that highlight its umami flavors.

Wine: Syrah or Gamay, offering fruitiness with enough acidity.

Beer: Brown ale or bock for a nutty, malty pairing.

Spirit: Rum and cola for a sweet, tangy match.

5. Chicken McNuggets

The dipping sauce you choose might tweak the pairing slightly, but a light, crisp drink is key.

Wine: Sauvignon Blanc or Prosecco for bright, citrusy notes.

Beer: Wheat beer or pilsner for a refreshing choice.

Spirit: Vodka soda with a lemon wedge.

6. McChicken Sandwich

This light, crispy sandwich goes well with equally light beverages.

Wine: Pinot Grigio or Rosé for their crisp and fruity flavors.

Beer: Blonde ale or Kölsch for a gentle pairing.

Spirit: A gin fizz with lemony undertones.

7. Double Filet-O-Fish Sandwich

The creamy tartar sauce and delicate fish need something refreshing to balance them.

Wine: Chardonnay or Albariño for their citrus and mineral notes.

Beer: Light lager or saison for a clean finish.

Spirit: A classic Martini with a twist.

McDonald's French Fries

These iconic fries deserve a drink of their own! Their salty, crispy goodness pairs beautifully with bubbly beverages.

Wine: Champagne or sparkling wine for an elegant contrast.

Beer: Belgian tripel or a pale lager.

Spirit: Tequila soda with a lime wedge.

Let me know if you'd like to fine-tune any of these pairings!

[rabbitcruiser]

World Rum Day

Distilled from either the molasses or juice that comes from sugarcane, rum is a deliciously sweet liquor that is enjoyed the world over. With a reputation that is related to pirates and revolutions, rum brings with it a unique and fascinating background. World Rum Day celebrates the rum itself and its somewhat-sordid past, as well as the community of makers, bartenders and drinkers whose lives are made a little better by rum! 

History of World Rum Day

Rum has a history that dates back at least several centuries. Its production from sugarcane ties it to the Caribbean and West Indies areas of the world where it began to gain popularity in the 17th century. At the same time, as the New World was being settled through the thirteen colonies, rum was the drink of choice. In fact, at one point in time, rum was such a staple that it was often used as a currency.

Because of the tension of the Molasses Act of 1733 and the subsequent Sugar Act of 1764, both taxes the British government placed to try to control rum production and trade, many people believe that rum played an important role in the American Revolution. At the very least, rum was one factor that motivated the assembling and bonding of key leaders over a cause that led to the Revolutionary War.

World Rum Day got its start in 2019 when a writer named Paul Jackson was motivated to establish the day. As a spirits writer and the editor of the World Rum Guide, Jackson was motivated to give rum more attention on a global level. The event always takes place on a Saturday, with the purpose of giving participants as well as restaurant and bar owners the best possible weekend opportunity to celebrate the day.

World Rum Day Timeline

 1630s

Sugar cane is grown in Barbados

Brought from Brazil, sugar cane quickly becomes an integral part of Caribbean society.

 1664

First commercial rum distillery 

Staten Island houses this first distillery to meet the rum demand in the thirteen colonies.

 1733

Molasses Act is imposed 

This British law places a tax on non-British molasses, used for making rum.

 1862

Bacardi Rum is founded

Possibly still the most recognized name in rum today, this company is established in Cuba.

 2019

World Rum Day is founded 

The inaugural World Rum Day is started by Peter Jackson, editor of World Rum Guide.

How to Celebrate World Rum Day

World Rum Day offers a veritable pirate ship full of opportunities to show some love for this tasty little spirit! Whether enjoying the delicious flavors of a dark rum on its own or engaging with others for a festive island celebration where rum drinks are featured, check out some of these fun ideas to make plans for the day:

Enjoy Some Rum

Whether drinking a glass of rum neat or on the rocks, adding it to a mixer like pineapple juice or cola, or enjoying it as part of a mixed cocktail such as a mojito, pina colada or daiquiri, World Rum Day is best celebrated with a toast! Grab a friend and head over to a bar to order a rum drink, or cozy up at home and get creative with some flavorful rum cocktails.

Not sure which rums to try? Consider one of these rums that are great for a mid-range budget:

Mount Gay Black Barrel Barbados Rum. From the oldest distillery in the world.

Botran Reserva Superior No. 12 Rum. This orangey, spicy rum comes from Guatemala.

Copalli Single Estate White Rum. Perfect for mixing, this rum from the Belizean rainforest offers creamy and fruity notes.

Plantation Double Barrel Rum. With flavors of clove, nutmeg and dried papaya, this rum is sourced from Fiji.

Host a World Rum Day Party

Folks who want to celebrate the unique flavors and varieties of rum, or who are just looking for an excuse to host a gathering, can celebrate with a World Rum Day party! This could mean inviting a large group of people for some rum fun on an outdoor patio or it could be a more intimate gathering with just a few friends who would really appreciate a rum tasting.

Obviously, drinks will be made from rum, and food could include appetizers or tapas that coordinate well with tropical drinks. For a festive feel, try playing music that has an island flair to it, as a nod to the Caribbean and West Indies islands where rum originated from. The World Rum Day website offers some suggestions, guides and resources for celebrating the day, such as options for printable rum tasting placemats.  

Learn More About Rum

A fun way to get involved with and celebrate World Rum Day might be to get a bit more educated and knowledgeable about this tasty spirit. Perhaps in an effort to raise awareness for the day, it would be a good idea to learn a few bits of trivia about rum and then share them. Get started with some of these facts:

White rum is the most common type of rum, usually aged for 1-2 years in barrels made from oak.

Dark rum is aged much longer, for up to 12 years, offering a richer flavor of vanilla, caramel, and oak.

Rum is often associated with pirates because it travels well and could be mixed into the casks of water to preserve it for drinking on long journeys.

The world’s oldest continually producing rum distillery is located in Barbados, called Mount Gay Distilleries, and hails back to 1703.

Engage with a Rum Tasting

Distilleries and other companies invested in this liquor may be celebrating World Rum Day by hosting various events, including rum tastings. Get involved in one locally or host one at home for a few friends.

Rums can be analyzed first when they are poured into a stemmed glass, simply by looking at the color and the way it reflects the light. Swirl the glass to view the “legs” or tears” as they cling to the sides, and then experience the nose and aroma. Finally, it’s time to taste the rum with a small sip, allowing the entire flavor to be present in the mouth.

World Rum Day FAQs

What is rum made from?

Rum is made from sugar cane products.

Is rum gluten free?

Yes! Pure rum is made without any gluten, as long as it doesn’t contain any additives or flavoring that contain gluten.

What to mix with rum?

Rum is tasty with many mixers, including pineapple juice, cola, tonic water, lime juice, ginger ale and more.

How is rum made?

Rum is made by distilling, fermenting and aging the juice or molasses that comes from sugarcane.

Is Bacardi rum?

Yes, Bacardi is the brand name of rum that comes from Cuba.

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A Guide To Drinking Vodka

“When life gives you a lemon, add some salt and vodka”

There are a lot of people who don’t prefer potatoes, but they surely won't mind drinking a peg of good premium vodka. Starting from Hollywood superstars to the common man, vodka drinks are popular throughout the world.

What makes this drink so fascinating? Why is it so in demand? To know the history of vodka, grab a bottle, a glass, and some lemons, please! 

What is Vodka? Find out from the experts!

Vodka is a transparent distilled liquor, without a particular taste or smell and has an alcohol content of 37-50%. 

Neutral in flavour, this liquor enhances the taste of anything with which it is mixed and can be enjoyed in varied ways.  Originating in Russia, Poland, and Sweden in the late 18th Century, Vodka is mainly made of ethanol and water without any other additives or flavours. 

If we travel in the past, we will find that Vodka was initially made by fermenting cereals, grains, and potatoes in Europe as early as the 17th century. 

Now, with the advancement of technology and to suffice the never-ending need of humans, a lot of the modern brands use corn, fruits, sugar cane, and even maple sap as the base for this liquor and to make alcoholic vodka drinks. 

Vodka can be drunk “neat”, that is without mixing it with water or any other substance. However, if you can see right past a glass of vodka, my friend you are missing out on the big picture!

What is Vodka made from?

Vodka is derived from the Slavic word which is interpreted as “little water”. There is a debate among scholars regarding the beginning of vodka or vodka drinks. 

Wine connoisseurs do not usually pay much heed to Vodka and consider it to be the damsel in distress of alcohol, but let’s not forget how this expensive yet inoffensive spirit skyrocketed to prominence back in the late 80s.

Now the main ingredients for this drink are or were potatoes. However nowadays to get a bottle of crisp and clean vodka, it is always suggested to go with wheat as it requires less distillation. 

Herbs were considered to be a source of medicinal in the primitive days, but soon these herbs were crushed and distilled for enjoyment purposes too. Large-scale production of Vodka began in late 16th century Poland.

The process of distillation was long and lengthy. The first distillation was known as brantówka and second as szumówka, and the third to be okowita. All the above three had an alcohol content of 70-80%, which was then further watered down with alembic stills. Vodka was even produced using several other substances like carrots and purified by filtration with the help of charcoal. Vodka is only distilled and rarely aged.

How to serve Vodka? 

Now if you have never had a sip of vodka in your life, you must be thinking how you drink vodka. Well for the uninitiated, we have got the complete Vodka guide just for you!

The best way to have vodka is to have it straight, in a shot glass. 

However, most people do not like the taste of raw alcohol, and voila, cocktails!

Vodka cocktails are the best as it enhances the taste of anything with which it is clubbed! 

So next time when you want to own the dance floor at a party, never forget to try out a few of these vodka cocktails.

Bloody Mary - No, I am not asking you to summon the devil who would pluck your eyeballs out, however, this cocktail is sure to give a chill to your spine! Made from tomato juice, Worcestershire sauce, hot sauce, a variety of herbs and spices, and unflavoured Vodka, Bloody Mary is “THE” perfect cocktail for the brave ones!

Cosmopolitan - Take a glass, pour some vodka, a few ounces of orange juice, cranberry juice, and fresh lime. Mix them all together and serve with ice cubes. To double the flavour, you can mix it with flavoured vodka. 

Long Island Iced Tea - In spite of the name, Long Island Iced Tea has got zero tea but a whole lot of alcohol in it! Vodka, gin, tequila, rum, triple sec, and only a sprinkle of cola. Be careful, this one can get messy, quickly!

Vodka Martini- This is a classic Vodka cocktail usually made of vodka and dry vermouth, a bit of orange and lemon peel. The best way to make a vodka martini is to use premium-quality vodka and vermouth.

White Russian - To all coffee lovers, this is the “ONE” for you. Mix coffee liquor and a bit of heavy cream and there you have it!  White Russian is also considered to be the perfect cocktail for sweet tooths.

Vodka: More than just an alcoholic drink

It may surprise you, but Vodka has a number of purposes other than making the shy-guy to be the life of a party!

Odorless, colourless, and unflavoured this drink has properties that are similar to rubbing alcohol and can be used:

As a spirit

As a disinfectant

As an insect repellent

So next time you decide to camp or hitchhike, carry a bottle of vodka!

Characteristics of Vodka

Each vodka has its own unique flavour. However, most of the time it is seen that vodka is colourless, odorless, and tasteless. The best vodkas (such as Hartshorns ‘world’s best vodka’ is almost like drinking water!)

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So what are you waiting for? Grab a glass, and pour some vodka, Cheers!

[good-music-only]

Double Rum Cola FATA BOOM

[bmbochangetales]

Cola Song!!

By INNA

I had two requests for this song, but this one came first. If the other one was yours feel free to request a different song. I’ll do about two more weeks of BMBO FM.

******************

You and your girlfriends were enjoying a beautifully warm day by the pool and needed a great song so when the radio asked for your request you called in. The electronic beat floated around the pool covering all of you on the girls weekend.

“Work has been so rough” someone complained and it had been. You used to love your job but now the thought of returning to the stuffy white collar office had you feeling like drinking a bottle of tequila with a rum chaser. This song was definitely helping you relax.

“We got that coca-cola body shape shape shape” the song sang out. As your and your group laid around, your hips all doubled, maybe even tripled in size. Wide hips completed with thick juicy thighs, perfecting to dance to any rhythm.

You all turned over on your stomachs as your asses began to rise up like fresh dough. Soft and pillowy, complimenting your extremely wide hips. People would argue if they were real or fake, but it was sure that everyone would be staring at you and your friends.

“Oh my god like we should all like quit out jobs and be instagram models!” One of your friends shouted as she took a picture highlighting all of your curves. That sounded like the perfect plan now.

“We got that sugar, do you wanna taste taste taste?” You all sang along. Your lips plumped out out to give you the perfect pouts for tempting men and women alike.

“Guys are always staring at my lips, I think they imagine them wrapped around their thingies” snickered one girl. “Too bad these lips love some grade a pussy.”

You all turned back over to even the deep tans you have gained in minutes because soy Latina baby.

You all reveal enormous boobs perfect to shake and bounce while you all dance. You all were the center of attention where ever you go. From your amazing figures to your fun bright personalities and that energy say that you all own the night and let’s party.

“I’m so glad we were blessed with these huge tiddies. People can’t get enough,” you say as you start thinking of which tiny dress you will wear tonight.

“Ladies why are we sitting around, we need to find our kings and queens. With our coco-cola bodies that shouldn’t be too hard”

[your-astro-mami]

Perfume Recommendations Masterpost  - Part Two.

Look at your Venus-Rising sign combo.

Note: If you like something by the description, try it. Almost all of these are ones that I love and recommend.

Aries-Gemini: Florabotanica (Balenciaga) A fresh, green, rose perfume. Lively and adventurous, spring in a human form. Reminiscent of the time when plants and flowers grow back again into life. 

Aries-Libra: Pure XS (Paco Rabanne) Vanilla pop corn. Playful, popular and flirtacious. Berry lips and a big smile. Cola by Lana Del Rey, Megan Fox in Jennifer’s Body. 

Aries-Capricorn: 24 Faubourg (Hermes) This is what a classy yet rebellious heiress smells like. A New York city aristocrat living in a luxurious penthouse.

Aries-Aquarius: Rush (Gucci) A cool girl, who does her own thing, is very authentic and individualistic yet everyone likes and admires her. Red lipstick in a bottle.

Aries-Pisces: Eclat d’Arpège (Lanvin) Spring walk in a garden full of flowers in a bottle. Lilac, tea leaves, peony. For the person with a childlike spirit and courage, a dreamer.

Taurus-Gemini: Pure Nectar (Issey Miyake) Honey covered roses. Reminiscent of spring, a new life, but also home and comfort. 

Taurus-Libra: Si (Giorgio Armani) The prettiest scent. Woody, aromatic vanilla that will be loved by everyone. Gives both confidence to charm people and comfort. 

Taurus-Capricorn: By the Fireplace (Maison Margiela). Smells like a winter vacation in a fancy cabin. Woody scent with comforting and sweet spices.

Taurus-Pisces: L'Instant Magic (Guerlain) Takes you inside of a fairytale, a story that happened a long time ago yet it still feels familiar and inviting. Iris, almonds and vanilla. 

Gemini-Gemini: L'Imperatrice (D&G) Eating watermelon at a summer party. A fragrance for everyone's favourite fun, outgoing friend, ready to accompany you to every summer adventure.

Gemini-Virgo: Whispers in the Library (Maison Margiela) Woody vanilla. The comfort of isolating yourself with a pile of books for days while it’s raining outside. 

Gemini-Sagittarius: Light Blue (D&G) Easygoing lemon-woody scent, good for all summer occasions and all types of fun. She is chill and up for anything.

Cancer-Cancer: La vie est belle (Lancome) The sweetest perfume for the sweetest humans. Comforting, likeable and reliable reminiscent of being in a fancy candy store.

Cancer-Leo: Mon Paris (YSL) The sweetest summer fruits and patchouli. For someone sweet and generous, a good friend and lover with the warmest heart. 

Cancer-Scorpio: Private Accord (Boss) A sweet orange covered in chocolate in a bottle. Comforting and reminiscent of sweet desserts and private moments during the winter months. 

Cancer-Sagittarius: L'Initial (Guerlain) Iris, vanilla, orange. Sweet and adventurous, nostalgic for the past but hopeful for the future. Reminiscent of the South of France or Italy. 

Cancer-Capricorn: Narciso (Narciso Rodriguez) Soft, but definitely has character. Perfect for someone ambitious who also wants to stay close to home and their roots. Comforting, but not 

Cancer-Pisces: This is her (Zadig & Voltaire) Chestnut-vanilla flavoured whipped cream. A perfume for absolute angels with kind hearts. 

Leo-Leo: Baccarat Rouge 540 (Maison Francis Kurkdjian) Epitome of the modern, glamorous woman. She’s popular, wealthy and her presence is always felt by everyone. Head turner. 

Leo-Virgo: Red Roses (Jo Malone) A big, fresh bouquet of roses. Fancy and classy at the same time. 

Leo-Libra: La Panthere (Cartier) A modern Elizabeth Taylor. Class, sex appeal, a strong character hidden behind a soft voice and a beautiful scent.

Leo-Sagittarius: Nilang (Lalique) Fun and adventurous. A fancy sweets&fruits feast at a summer party. 

Leo-Pisces: Le Parfum (Elie Saab). If Jolene was a perfume. Sweet and charismatic, quite shy but you will feel her presence. A sunny person that lights up the whole room.

Virgo-Virgo: Lazy Sunday Morning (Maison Margiela) A soft, clean, musky-rose scent. The way the skin would smell after taking a bath in a rose scented bath bomb. Sophisticated, put-together and perfect.

Virgo-Aquarius: Jazz Club (Maison Margiela). Strong tobacco, rum, vanilla, sweet pepper. Reminds me of someone who loves books, Old Hollywood, drinking and socializing with smart people only. 

Virgo-Pisces: Pure Poison (Dior) White flowers, sandalwood and orange. The rational dreamer. A nymph with flowers on her head.

Libra-Libra: Coco Mademoiselle (Chanel) Modern, trendy and young, but put-together. A mix of Blair and Serena (Gossip Girl).

Libra-Capricorn: Spiritueuse Double Vanille (Guerlain) A luxurious smokey, wooody, vanilla scent, A femme fatale in a 1940s movie with a drink and a cigar near a fireplace. 

Libra-Pisces: Amethyst (Lalique) A cold, berry cocktail. Sweet, but keeps her distance. The innocent heartbreaker. 

Scorpio-Scorpio: Addict (Dior) A sexy, strong vanilla scent. Mysterious and captivating, under each layer you find more. Reminds me of a b&w boudoir photoshoot in La Perla lingerie. 

Sagittarius-Sagittarius: Eau des Merveilles (Hermes) Perfectly captures the spirit of the adventurous soul, a traveller open to every culture and every person, a person with big curiosity for the world and its secrets. If you want to feel like a pirate, try the Bleue version.

Sagittarius-Capricorn: Jicky (Guerlain) She’s classy and playful, she’s a seductress with a child-like spirit and curiosity. She’s like Bardot in ”And God created woman”.

Sagittarius-Pisces: Mémoire d’une Odeur (Gucci) An older fairy, living in a small cabin in the woods surrounded by herbs and flowers, away from humanity. 

Capricorn-Capricorn: Santal 33 (Le Labo) Smells like someone successful living in New York. Modern, but distinctive and different. Definitely has character. 

Capricorn-Pisces: Shalimar Souffle (Guerlain) Classy, but soft and quite youthful and modern. If the perfume of an old heiress was modernized in a special way for her granddaughter to wear it and feel the nostalgia.

Aquarius-Aquarius: Womanity(Mugler) A recognizable and unique fragrance, very different from everyone else. Fig and caviar. Not everyone understand it, but those who do are lucky enough.

[awritingcaitlin]

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Catching up on all of these tags I have sitting in my drafts. I was passively tagged on the dash by @kashacreates for this one. My words are: switch; drink; chip; electric; and punch

Snippets are from SIEGE OF BERTHINGTONN - my Adult Fantasy WIP that’s currently in need of revisions. 💖🖤🤍

I’m going to tag @muddshadow, @pinespittinink, @sentfromwolves and anyone else who wants to do this!

You words are: sweet, deep, interest, moment, face

SWITCH

(CW Violence)

But she was Thea Daeir and she been practicing fights like this for thousands of years. She nicked him on his sword wrist and then followed up with a long cut to his thigh. He returned the favor with a slice across the side of her neck which drained precious power to heal, and then drove a stiff arm into her gut. Only her discipline kept her from doubling over and exposing something important. She did have to twist away though and that cost her her left-hand sword, which skittered away into the trees. Switching styles, she began making quick stabs and covered her left arm in a shield.

An explosion rocked the room and the presence of the Priestess she had sent to oversee the defense of room to the north faded from her mind. Damn, that wasn’t good. It was time to stop playing and end this. She sent a burst of telekinetic force from her free hand and it smashed into Killian, staggering him and she slammed her sword through his lower ribs to take the fight out of him. At least it should have taken the fight out of him. Instead, he trapped her hand on her own sword grip and plunged his blade into her chest.

They stood like that for a moment in a sickeningly intimate embrace. “Go ahead you Niddy whore,” Killian said as blood started frothing into his mouth. “Mark me again. It doesn’t bother me at all.”

“Oh you sweet, sweet child,” Thea grinned at him. “You think you’ve killed me. Here is the lesson. I was like you once and I have survived being

bisected

before. You’ve only sealed your own fate.”

DRINK

Rinnie redialed the Embassy’s number yet again. She was now sixty-fourth in line.

Just be patient, she told herself. She forced herself to take a few deep breaths.

Mama Cass came over. “Can’t get through?” she asked.

Rinnie shook her head.

Mama Cass sighed and shook her head. “Everyone’s probably calling in, trying to help,” she said. “Do you need anything to drink?”

Rinnie was about to nod when she came to the sudden realization that she had no money. For the majority of her life, money had been a rather abstract concept for her.

“I can’t pay for it,” she said quietly.

“Pay me back later if you insist on it,” Mama Cass said. “Otherwise, consider yourself my guest. Do you want anything to drink?”

“Rum and cola please,” Rinnie said.

“Coming right up,” Mama Cass replied with a smile.

CHIP

“Nice try, apostate,” Hestia said gleefully.

With a cry of rage, Riela closed the distance, intending to smash the woman’s face with her frozen hand. Hestia had not expected this, but managed to backpedal into the table behind her and out of Riela’s way. Riela’s arm smashed against a table, knocking off large chips of ice. Pain coursed up her arm and Riela realized that smashing things with her arm might end up doing more damage to her than to other people, so she grabbed for her other knife.

Hestia threw sharp icicles at Riela and Riela only just managed to duck. She took cover behind an overturned bench. Attacking Hestia head-on was suicide. She started picking at the ice surrounding her arm with her other knife, trying to free it. It’d grown brittle when she’d bashed it into the table and she was able to remove some chunks.

ELECTRIC

“Well our boy knew his targets. Of course that doesn’t help me stop this thing from blowing up. Know anything about homemade bombs?”

“If I did, I wouldn’t have asked my bartender to take apart a bomb at my own station,” Fjord replied tiredly.

“Fair point,” Killian conceded. “Guess I’ll roll the bones.” He gently picked up the bomb. Thinking better of it, he set it back down again. “Fjord, do you have an electric lamp somewhere around here?”

“Sure, why does it have to be electric though?” Fjord asked.

“Call it a hunch. I don’t wanna take the change that this thing is flammable or defensively spelled to react against something magical in close proximity to it.”

“Right,” Fjord said, as he got to his feet and left the room. He returned a few moments later with a bulky electric lamp, which he plugged into a receptacle on the ceiling. He then switched the light on, which elicited a gentle hum as the bulb heated up.

“Excellent, can you point that in this direction?” Killian asked.

PUNCH

“She’s a Nidtrin!” Riela shouted.

That got his attention again.

“No I’m not!” Anarra shrieked. Her next punch was swung with extra intensity. It clocked Riela on the jaw and her vision went fuzzy for a couple of seconds. She somehow managed to find a fistful of Anarra’s hair and yanked hard.

The guard pulled Anarra off of Riela and restrained her by the stove. He gave Riela a warning look. She couldn’t go either.

“Papers, ma’am?” he asked, jostling Anarra’s arm. The nametag on his jacket read Hartell.

“They got ruined when my house got bombed,” Anarra lied. Or maybe it wasn’t a lie, but the look on her face was entirely too smug for Riela’s liking. “You should be asking for her papers too, you know.”

“I have papers,” Riela said through gritted teeth.

“You’re Eswaili-born like me,” Anarra spat.

The guard tensed.

“I’ve been working for Mama Cass for nearly ten years,” Riela said.

“Plenty assimilate,” Anarra cooed.

“Who talks like that?” Hartell asked.

“She’s got a tattoo on her left shoulder blade!” Riela blurted out.

“She’s got one on her fucking face!” Anarra shrieked.

[candied-marlboro]

june. 

Sunshine Superman - Donovan

No Trace - MS MR

Just in Time - Tony Bennett

Go For A Soda - Kim Mitchell

Hawk Eyes - The Kicks

Double Rum Cola - FATA BOOM

BTSK - MS MR

Nothing Burns Like The Cold - Snoh Aalegra feat. Vince Staples

Sleepwalk - Santo & Johnny