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[johnmccoypottery]

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[alenasbdesign]

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[engeorged]

The Sugarman’s House

A Halloween sequel to Obi’s Place, Santa’s Otto and prequel to Aster’s Maze

As it’s Halloween, I thought I’d tell you the story of one of my near misses in my search for Obi. You’d think by now I’d have learnt my lesson. I mean, if chasing down fae-related clues across multiple countries isn’t a red flag that my life has taken a bizarre turn, I don’t know what is. But there I was, chasing another clue like some kind of enchanted scavenger hunt. This time, it was a tip I’d received in a seedy little café in Strasbourg, where a man with a thick German accent and a glint in his eye mentioned that if I were truly looking for the fae, I should check out a market in Munich. He said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, like I’d find the secret to magic between a bratwurst stand and a booth selling antiques.

So, off to Munich I went, because at this point, I was following even the faintest whispers that might lead me to Obi. It wasn’t that I’d given up on finding more practical clues; it was just that nothing else had panned out, and desperation can make even the most ridiculous leads seem plausible. Besides, the idea of magic hiding in plain sight among lederhosen and steins of beer was almost charming.

The market itself was sprawling, a maze of colorful stalls and wares that seemed to stretch on forever. It was the kind of place where you could find anything from hand-carved wooden toys to dusty antiques, and probably a cursed amulet or two if you knew where to look. But that wasn’t what I wanted. I wandered through the stalls, trying to seem casual while discreetly searching for…well, anything that felt off. As I walked past a bakery the smell of the pastries made my stomach rumble but I didn’t come to have a snack, I had to find something. I didn’t have to look for long.

Amid the piles of yellowing postcards and forgotten family photos, one card stood out seemingly calling to me. I mean literally calling, I’m pretty sure I heard to shout my name! Its edges were crisp, and the colours were strangely vivid for something allegedly old. It depicted a charming little house, tucked away in a forest, with icing-like snow on the roof and a glowing warmth emanating from its windows. The scene looked more like a holiday card than a genuine photograph, which should have been my first clue that it was a little too perfect. It had the title ‘Der Zuckermann’s Haus’ on the bottom in a neat rectangle. But what caught my attention was the writing on the back, penned in elegant, old-fashioned script: Für den, der wirklich sucht—“For the one who truly seeks.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity. “For the one who truly seeks,” huh? If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear someone was mocking me. But I knew better than to dismiss a clue when it practically fell into my lap. Sure, it sounded ridiculous, but I’d chased stranger leads. What’s one more mad quest in a forest when you’re already balls-deep in fairy tales?

The back of the postcard had a smudged postmark and what looked like a set of coordinates scribbled in the corner. I pulled out my phone, plugged in the numbers, and found that they pointed to the edge of the Black Forest. “Great,” I muttered, “just where I wanted to go—deep into a dark, possibly cursed wood.” Still, there was a tugging in my chest, a feeling that this was the kind of crazy I needed to embrace if I ever hoped to find Obi.

I found myself at the edge of the Black Forest, a strange calm settled over me. There was a stillness in the air, as though the world had paused just beyond the tree line, waiting for me to take the next step. It wasn’t just the chill that ran through the air; it was something deeper, something that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I couldn’t help but think that if magic existed anywhere, it would be in a place like this—a place that seemed to hold its breath, as if it were keeping secrets.

I took one last glance at the postcard, then tucked it into my pocket. “Here goes nothing,” I whispered to myself, and stepped into the forest.

The deeper I ventured into the forest, the more the air seemed to shift around me. There was a damp chill that crept through the trees, but I could also feel a warmth radiating from somewhere up ahead, like the promise of a fireplace at the end of a long walk. I’d been wandering for what felt like hours, and I could feel every step. My legs ached from navigating the uneven ground, and the extra weight I’d picked up from the last year wasn’t helping. My growing belly had rounded out somewhat and I had noticed that my shirts were starting to feel a bit tighter around the middle. The irony wasn’t lost on me—here I was, searching for the fae that made me fat with a lot of extra fat they had put on me.

As I trudged further into the woods, the scent of something sweet floated on the breeze. It started out faint, just a hint of something spicy, but as I followed the trail, the smell grew stronger, richer—almost decadent. I could practically taste the caramel in the air, the warmth of cinnamon and cloves wrapping around me like a soft blanket. It felt like the woods were trying to lure me in deeper, coaxing me forward with promises of warmth and sweetness.

Then, I saw it.

The house came into view as I rounded a bend in the trail, and for a moment, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. It was beautiful—picturesque, even—like something you’d see on the front of a biscuit tin at Grandma’s. It had steep gabled roofs, tall windows with little wooden shutters, and ivy crawling up the sides in a way that seemed almost too perfect. As I drew closer, however, I noticed the details that weren’t quite right. The walls didn’t look like wood at all, but a dark, rich brown that seemed almost edible. I squinted and stepped closer, peering at the surface. It wasn’t wood—it was fucking gingerbread. The entire house was covered in thick layers of icing, with candy canes lining the corners and massive gumdrops studded along the roof’s edges. I even spotted what looked like strips of marzipan wrapped around the window frames.

This couldn’t be real, could it? Who would build an entire house out of sweets in the middle of the Black Forest? It was absurd, and yet there I was, standing in front of it, breathing in the intoxicating aroma of freshly baked gingerbread and sugar.

I circled the house, looking for a way inside. The front door was made to look like a giant chocolate bar, with squares that seemed ready to snap off. I tried the doorknob, but it wouldn’t budge, and the windows, though invitingly decorated with thick icing, didn’t give me any way to see inside. If there was any sign of magic or fae, it was well hidden. But then again, in stories like this, magic often required a little… participation.

I glanced at the wall next to me and reached out, breaking off a small piece of gingerbread. It crumbled in my hand, still warm to the touch, and as I brought it to my mouth, the flavors hit me in waves. The sweetness of the icing blended with the deep, spiced richness of the gingerbread. It wasn’t just the taste that overwhelmed me; it was the sensation of warmth spreading through my whole body, as if the bite had ignited some kind of inner glow. I hadn’t tasted anything so comforting, so perfect, in a long time.

Encouraged, I broke off another piece, this time from one of the candy canes lining the doorway. It was surprisingly soft, and when I bit into it, the peppermint flavor burst across my tongue, refreshing and invigorating. I couldn’t help but take another bite, and then another, sampling different parts of the house as though I were at a dessert buffet.

But as I continued to eat, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. I paused, a piece of chocolate-coated marzipan halfway to my mouth, and glanced around. The clearing was empty, and the only sounds were the wind rustling through the trees and my own heavy breathing. Still, the sense of being observed lingered, like the hairs on the back of my neck were trying to warn me of something I couldn’t see.

I hesitated, then shrugged it off and took another bite. If this was some sort of enchanted test, I figured I’d already thrown myself into it by eating half the front porch.

I was just reaching for another piece of candied fruit embedded in the windowsill when I noticed him—a figure standing at the edge of the clearing, half-shrouded in shadow. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a surprisingly muscular frame that looked almost out of place in the delicate light of the forest. His dark hair fell in thick strands, just long enough to brush against his collarbones, framing a face that was both rugged and striking. His eyes, a vivid shade of purple, gave his nature away and they seemed to glow faintly in the fading light. There was an intensity in his gaze, something that made my breath hitch and my pulse quicken, though I couldn’t quite say why.

“Hey,” I said, swallowing the bite I’d just taken. “Do you, uh, live here?”

The man’s expression didn’t change, except for a small, closed-mouth smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. There was a mystery to that smile, as if he knew something I didn’t—a secret that he had no intention of sharing.

“Right,” I continued, trying to fill the silence. “I’m, uh, looking for something. Someone, actually. Maybe you could help?”

Still, he said nothing, just stood there watching me with those strange, captivating eyes. It was unnerving, but I found it hard to look away. There was a power in his gaze, like a magnet drawing me closer, making it difficult to think clearly. I felt a strange flutter in my chest, a mixture of curiosity and… something else.

“Okay, well, if you’re not going to say anything,” I muttered, glancing down at the piece of gingerbread in my hand. “I guess I’ll just—”

“Eat.”

The command hit me like a physical force, reverberating through my whole body. It wasn’t just a suggestion; it was a deep, urgent compulsion that I couldn’t resist even if I’d wanted to. The word echoed in my mind, sinking into my bones, filling every crevice of my thoughts. Without thinking, I brought the gingerbread to my mouth and took a bite, then another, and another. I couldn’t stop. It was as though my hands and mouth were no longer mine to control.

The flavors seemed to grow richer with each bite—caramelized sugar, dark chocolate, buttery cake—melding together in a symphony of sweetness that was as intoxicating as it was overwhelming. I felt a warmth spreading through my chest, trickling down into my belly, which had already begun to swell slightly from all I had eaten. The sensation was… familiar. Comforting, even. But as the moments passed, I could feel my stomach pushing against the waistband of my jeans, the fabric beginning to strain.

I tore off a piece of peppermint railing, biting into it eagerly. The coolness of the mint mixed with the lingering spice of the gingerbread, and I could feel my body responding, a heaviness settling in my limbs, my movements becoming slower, almost languid. As I continued to eat, my belly pushed out further, pressing against the front of my shirt. I could feel the buttons straining, the fabric pulling tighter and tighter, until finally, one of them popped loose, flying off into the underbrush with a soft ping.

I paused, just for a moment, my hand hovering in front of my mouth with another chunk of gingerbread. “Is this… some kind of test?” I managed to ask, my voice thick and heavy. But the man—whoever or whatever he was—only watched, that same enigmatic smile curving across his lips.

I took another bite, then another, unable to stop myself. The swelling in my stomach grew more pronounced, a deep, full feeling that seemed to fill every inch of my being. My shirt strained and stretched over my expanding middle, and I could feel the seams digging into my skin, cutting across the surface as my belly rounded out further. It wasn’t painful, exactly—more like a slow, relentless pressure that was both unnerving and oddly pleasurable.

The man’s smile deepened, and his eyes gleamed as if lit from within. He took a step closer, his presence somehow filling the clearing, making it feel smaller, more intimate. “Eat,” he repeated, his voice soft and smooth, like velvet sliding over my skin. The word wrapped itself around my thoughts, dissolving any hesitation I had left. I ate for what felt like minutes but must have been hours judging by the size of my gut. This man had to be one of them, and there was only one way I would find out. I took a deep breath and leaned in, tearing off a chunk of chocolate-coated marzipan from the doorframe. As I chewed, I could feel the weight of my belly pressing outward, stretching the skin taut and forcing my waistband to dig deeper into my sides. Another button popped, then another, until the front of my shirt hung open, exposing the round curve of my stomach.

I reached out again, this time for a piece of glazed fruit decorating the roof’s edge. I didn’t even bother to question the absurdity of it anymore. I was lost in the rhythm of eating, the compulsion to keep going, as my belly continued to swell, heavy and distended.

The figure’s voice seemed to deepen as he spoke again, a low murmur that sent a shiver down my spine. “Come inside.” There was no room for resistance in his tone. I obeyed, my legs moving on their own as I followed him through the front door, which swung open as if by magic.

Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of freshly baked pastries, chocolate, and cream. It was as though I had walked straight into a bakery’s dream. In the center of the room stood a long, wooden table, and it was covered end to end with cakes, tarts, pies, and other treats. Rich chocolate éclairs, fluffy cream puffs, golden-brown strudels glistening with sugar—every imaginable dessert was laid out before me, and the sight of it made my mouth water, even though my stomach was already straining from all the gingerbread I had eaten outside.

“Sit,” the figure commanded, and I found myself dropping into the chair at the head of the table. Without hesitation, my hands reached for the nearest dish—a slice of dark chocolate cake that oozed rich ganache with each bite. I ate greedily, as though I hadn’t eaten in days, and the compulsion that gripped me grew stronger with every mouthful. My belly pressed outward, swelling more with each decadent morsel I consumed, and I could feel my shirt tightening again, though there was hardly anything left of it to hold me in.

As I continued to eat, I felt an odd mix of sensations stirring within me. There was a familiar enjoyment—something about the way my stomach filled and stretched reminded me of those strange, thrilling moments back at Obi’s place, when I’d let myself indulge in ways I never had before. But there was also a creeping dread in the back of my mind, a small voice whispering that something was terribly, terribly wrong.

I swallowed the last bite of a sugar-dusted pastry and reached for another slice of cake, but then I noticed something in the corner of the room—a large, brick oven, its iron door glowing faintly red as if there were a fire raging just behind it. The sight of it pulled me back from the fog of pleasure, and for the first time, I started to question what was happening. Why was this here? Why was I here?

I glanced back at the figure, my hands trembling as I set the plate down. His expression hadn’t changed, but there was something darker in his eyes now, a glint that hadn’t been there before. His smile widened, revealing a set of teeth that were far too sharp, too large to be human.

“What… what is this?” I managed to gasp, my voice weak and unsteady.

The figure took a step closer, and when he spoke, his voice was smooth as velvet. “You are the feast,” he said simply, his words curling around me like smoke. “You are the source of power I need—the nourishment that fuels me.”

I tried to push back from the table, but my body felt heavy, sluggish. My belly was huge now, pushing out over the waistband of my pants, which had long since torn open under the strain. The exposed skin was taut and round, flushed red from the pressure of being so full. I struggled to stand, but the weight of my gut made it difficult, almost impossible to move.

“More,” the figure commanded once more, his tone sharper this time, edged with irritation. The word cut through me, sinking in deep, and I felt the compulsion return, stronger than ever. My hands reached for the nearest pastry, and I stuffed it into my mouth even as my mind screamed at me to stop. Each bite seemed to add more to my already swollen middle, my skin stretching to accommodate the relentless expansion. I could feel my belly pushing against the table’s edge, the wood digging into the taut flesh, and still, I kept eating.

I tried to form a coherent thought, but it was hard with the sensation of fullness drowning out everything else. “Why… why me?” I mumbled through a mouthful of cake.

The figure’s smile was all teeth now. “Because you were willing,” he said. “You sought indulgence, and now you will give me what I need.”

Panic surged through me, and I pushed harder against the chair, the table, anything to get away. My gut was enormous now, ballooned out in front of me, hindering every attempt I made to rise. I felt the sweat prickling on my skin, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I stumbled to my feet, finally managing to break free from the spell enough to back away from the table. The figure’s eyes followed me, his expression calm and almost amused, as though he found my struggle entertaining.

I glanced around wildly, and that’s when I noticed that the walls of the house seemed to shimmer, as if they were not entirely solid. The bricks that I had thought were gingerbread now appeared more like plaster, the sugary decorations fading into ordinary paint. It was then that I realized the true nature of my surroundings. The whole place began to dissolve, fading away into the familiar sights of a bakery. The table of cakes and pastries became rows of bread loaves and buns, and I was standing behind the counter, surrounded by shocked customers who stared at me in disbelief.

I blinked, the haze in my mind clearing just enough for me to take in my surroundings. The gingerbread house was gone. I was standing in the middle of a bakery, surrounded by rows of bread, pastries, and wide-eyed customers who looked at me as if I’d just sprouted a second head. My head was still spinning, but I recognised the place almost instantly—it was the same shop I had walked past earlier, back at the market in Munich. Somehow, I had never left.

I glanced down at myself, trying to make sense of what had just happened. My shirt was, hanging open to reveal a round, bloated belly pushing against the waistband of my jeans. It wasn’t as grotesquely swollen as it had been in the enchanted cottage, but it was still painfully full, bulging outward in a way that made each breath feel tight and shallow. The skin of my stomach was flushed red, covered with a light dusting of hair that trailed down from my chest. I could feel the cool air of the bakery against the exposed curve of my belly, the bottom of my shirt riding up to reveal just how far I’d expanded. I must have looked ridiculous.

My hand instinctively reached for my back pocket, where I found the postcard—the very one that had led me to the Black Forest in the first place—crumpled but still intact. I pulled it out, staring at the faded image of the gingerbread house and the cryptic words on the back. It was as if the whole experience had been a waking dream, conjured by nothing more than an old piece of paper and my own curiosity. But the tightness in my gut told me otherwise. I hadn’t imagined any of it.

I scanned the bakery for any sign of the figure—the man with the purple eyes who had commanded me to eat. For a moment, I thought he might be gone, but then I saw him outside the shop, standing just beyond the glass door. He was exactly as I remembered—tall and handsome, with that same closed-mouth smile that seemed to hide far more than it revealed. His eyes glinted with a faint purple hue, and there was a hint of amusement in the way he watched me, as if he found my confusion rather entertaining.

I stumbled toward the door, my belly jostling uncomfortably with each step, but just as I reached the entrance, the figure’s image wavered like a heat mirage and then disappeared altogether, leaving only the reflection of the empty street beyond. I stared out into the marketplace, the postcard clutched in my hand, and felt a strange mixture of relief and dread.

The reality of what had just happened—or what I thought had happened—was slipping away from me, fading like a half-remembered nightmare. But the ache in my belly and the taste of sugar lingering on my tongue were all too real. Whatever magic had been at play, it had left its mark on me. And as I turned away from the door, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was far from over. There were still answers I needed to find, and this time, I would be more careful about what I chose to taste.

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[jedivoodoochile]

Krampusnacht, or “Krampus Night,” is a traditional festival celebrated on the evening of December 5th in Alpine regions such as Austria, Germany, and parts of Central Europe. This event centers around Krampus, a fearsome, horned creature from folklore who serves as the dark counterpart to Saint Nicholas. While Saint Nicholas rewards well-behaved children with gifts and treats, Krampus punishes naughty children by scaring them, carrying them away in his sack, or whipping them with birch branches.

Beer plays a key role in modern Krampusnacht celebrations, adding a convivial and hearty element to the event. Alpine villages and towns often feature seasonal brews, such as rich lagers or spiced winter ales, specially crafted for the occasion. Many Krampus parades are accompanied by beer stalls, where attendees warm themselves with steins of local brews while watching the spectacle. In some regions, breweries even produce limited-edition "Krampusbier" with dark, robust flavors that echo the mischievous spirit of the holiday. After the parades, beer halls and pubs host lively gatherings where revelers share drinks and stories, making the night a celebration of community as much as folklore.

Although the tradition nearly faded in the 20th century due to opposition from the church and political authorities, it has seen a revival in recent decades. Today, Krampusnacht is celebrated not only in Alpine regions but also in other parts of the world, where its blend of folklore, dark humor, festive spectacle, and beer culture continues to enchant participants and spectators alike.

[floridaboiler]

Krampusnacht, or “Krampus Night,” is a traditional festival celebrated on the evening of December 5th in Alpine regions such as Austria, Germany, and parts of Central Europe. This event centers around Krampus, a fearsome, horned creature from folklore who serves as the dark counterpart to Saint Nicholas. While Saint Nicholas rewards well-behaved children with gifts and treats, Krampus punishes naughty children by scaring them, carrying them away in his sack, or whipping them with birch branches.

The origins of Krampus date back to pre-Christian Alpine traditions, where he likely emerged as a pagan figure linked to winter solstice rites and the taming of nature’s chaotic forces. Over time, Krampus was absorbed into Christian traditions as part of the celebrations of Saint Nicholas Day on December 6th. Krampusnacht typically features parades, festivals, and “Krampuslauf” (Krampus runs), during which revelers don elaborate Krampus costumes complete with masks, bells, and chains. These events create a mix of fright and festivity as costumed Krampuses roam the streets, interacting with the crowd.

Beer plays a key role in modern Krampusnacht celebrations, adding a convivial and hearty element to the event. Alpine villages and towns often feature seasonal brews, such as rich lagers or spiced winter ales, specially crafted for the occasion. Many Krampus parades are accompanied by beer stalls, where attendees warm themselves with steins of local brews while watching the spectacle. In some regions, breweries even produce limited-edition "Krampusbier" with dark, robust flavors that echo the mischievous spirit of the holiday. After the parades, beer halls and pubs host lively gatherings where revelers share drinks and stories, making the night a celebration of community as much as folklore.

Although the tradition nearly faded in the 20th century due to opposition from the church and political authorities, it has seen a revival in recent decades. Today, Krampusnacht is celebrated not only in Alpine regions but also in other parts of the world, where its blend of folklore, dark humor, festive spectacle, and beer culture continues to enchant participants and spectators alike.

[theformerbastard]

who is/are your comfort character(s)? My love for Jane Lane is pretty well documented.

lighter or matches? When I was a smoker I was obsessed with lighters but matches smell so goddamn good.

do you leave the window open at night? I hate windows so much.

which cryptyd being do you believe in? Bigfoot. I deadass keep my eyes peeled when I drive thru super wooded areas. I think most of the other ones are just people seein' barn owls but Bigfoot is out there, man.

what color are your eyes? Blue

why did you do that? Wanted to

hair-ties or scrunchies? When I had hair I was all about hair-ties

how many water bottles are in your room right now? Got a 2 liter of diet pepsi in the mini fridge

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee? None coffee

would you slaughter the rich? I mean...no? I know what this is actually askin', I just don't like the wording

favorite extracurricular activity? Drinkin'

what kind of day is it? It's chewsdy innit (it's Thursday but that was the first thing that came to mind)

when was the last time you ate? Like...minutes ago

do you love the smell of earth after it rains? I've never understood people that say "smells like rain"

are you a parent? (all answers qualify) nope

can you drive? yep

are you farsighted or nearsighted? near

what hair products do you use? water

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails? I can paint my own but I think I'd be shit at paintin' someone elses

do you say soda or pop? Soda. People that say pop are lunatics.

something you’ve kept since childhood? anxiety

what type of person are you? anxious

how do you feel about chilly weather? BIG fan

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing? Playin' roller hockey (where my Kevin Smith fans at?)

perfume/body spray or lotion? On me? Nothin'

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times? Every awkward encouter I've had since I was like 7

about how many hours of sleep did you get? depends

do you wear a mask? *Jim Carrey doin' Ben Stein* we all wear masks...metaphorically speaking

how do you like your shower water? In the shower

is there dishes in your room? Nope

what type of music keeps you grounded? Country

do you have a favorite towel? Used to. It was light purple. Fuck. Such a good fuckin' towel.

the last adventure you’ve been on? *in my best Jeff Bridges voice* ya know...uhhh we're like in it, man.

is there a song you know every word to by heart? Yes

what’s your timezone? Depends

how many times have you changed your url? A few

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years? Brooke

a soap bar that smells good? Irish spring

do you use lip balm? Nope

did you have any snacks today? Bag of cheetos for lunch #healthnut

how do you take your coffee? I don't

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site? Instagram

what’s your take on spicy foods? I'm a bitch

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it? That's dark and I don't like that my brain is actually comin' up with names

can you remember what happened yesterday? I'd have to think really hard

favorite holiday film? While You Were Sleeping. It counts.

what was the last message you sent? "ALLLLLLL?!?!!" When @didee-anne told me she wanted me to answer all of these

when did you first try an alcohol beverage? I'm not good with ages but a "friend" gave me a shot of wild turkey and a shot of bacardi 151 in high school. I'd tried my dads beer before that but the shots feel more...significant.

can you skip rocks? It's been years but yeah

can i tag you in random stuff? Why not

[siobhanhazel]

Wicked Wiesn - HP Rec Fest 2024

Wicked Wiesn by TrueliaRose Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 18,000. Magical AU, Oktoberfest, Munich, Romantic, Falling in love, Severus POV

Day 10 Prompt: a fest/event fic Written for Snarry AUctoberfest 2023 A falling-in-love unexpectedly while on holiday AU. As the Hogwarts Professors enjoy Oktoberfest (well, everyone except for Severus who is a bit disgruntled at Albus' choice of holiday), there's a very sexy waiter that catches Severus' eye... and then they fall in love so sweetly! In this fic, Severus is still the Potions Master, but after his parents died, Harry had a different fate other than living with the Dursley's and attending Hogwarts. The imagery of Severus and Harry walking through the revelry in the city and Severus' wondering if he should put himself out there and fall into the arms of this younger man caught in my mind and melted my heart. There are so many sweet, funny moments! Plus all the German and Bavarian culture mingled in make this an unforgettable fic for me! Excerpt:

“I’m not a carnival attraction,” Severus spat, turning away from them, trying once again to break through the sticking charm. At his honest ire Harry seemed to sober up a bit. “They played you bad, didn’t they?” he asked, a sympathetic look in his eyes. Severus didn’t comment. “Maybe another beer to ease the pain?” the man asked, and Severus nodded, taking the offered stein. Albus bought one round for each of them. “You know, you almost made it,” Harry shouted over the noise, looking to the watch on his arm, “Only half an hour more and the music ends, then it’s only an hour before we throw even the last ones out.” “Finally.” Harry looked around, checking how busy it was before sitting down next to Severus. “You don’t have to keep working?” Severus asked. “Yes, no, I think I can spare a minute. Prost,” the other man laughed, raising the glass to toast and took a gulp of Severus’ beer. “Aaah, good stuff,” Harry said, eyes closed, savouring the taste. Severus was watching transfixed how the man’s Adam’s apple bobbed and a drop of liquid ran down his chin. He reached out to catch it with his fingertips before it could fall down. Harry opened his eyes and looked directly into Severus’. They were so green. Severus couldn’t tear his gaze away.

★★★ Check out my other HP Rec Fest 2024 recs ★★★ @hprecfest @trueliarose

[libraford]

My usual gripes about being a non-wiccan in pseudo-wiccan spaces. Like I understand that the 'chalice' is feminine, but I challenge the notion that it means that definitively and always.

Like... what makes it feminine? It holds things? Do men not hold things? Oh, it represents the womb as a receptacle for a man's seed. I have news about things that semen goes into. Like is a sock a chalice? Technically a penis holds a man's seed.

Is a seed library a chalice? The Svalbard Global Seed Vault is feminine.

Let's go the other way. Is a pilsner glass feminine? What about a beer Stein? What about an athletic cup? A farmer holding grapes?

If the answer to all these is yes- they are chalices and they are feminine, then we need to adjust the way we view femininity in this context. Because it was VERY feminine of me to not want to participate in the gendered part of the ritual. If I am feminine and dont want to participate, then not wanting to participate is a feminine act. It is also a masculine act. It is also a neutral act. Because I can be feminine without being female, just like I can be masculine without being a man.

Like I'm not saying that her beliefs were wrong, but I think that we get stuck in 'always' and 'never' when it comes to symbols and I just dont live there. I live in the 'sometimes and maybe.' Its important for me to have flexibility, and to be able to ask why.

Asking 'why' was one of the reasons they didnt like me at church, so when I get the feeling I'm not supposed to ask questions I feel a little backed into a corner.

I'm trying not to be shitty about other peoples beliefs, coming into a largely wiccan space (even if that wasnt the way it was billed) on a... very binary holiday. But this particular person knew that I'm nonbinary and that I'm pagan-not-wiccan. I 100% think that she didnt mean anything malicious by it. I'm sure she wasnt thinking it.

Doesnt make it any less frustrating to me.

[kanazawa-division]

The clock was ticking closer to midnight, the city of Kanazawa wrapped in the quiet of the late hour. Kyler Aaron sat in the dim light of his apartment, the day's fatigue weighing on his shoulders. It was his birthday, but the life of an FBI agent left little room for celebration. As he glanced at the clock, noting that only twenty minutes remained of his special day, a faint noise outside caught his attention.

Instantly on alert, Kyler moved towards the door, his trained senses scanning for any sign of danger. The night was still, the only movement a gentle breeze that played with the fallen leaves. He opened the door cautiously, peering into the darkness. There, on his doorstep, was a package, nondescript and unassuming.

With a mixture of curiosity and caution, Kyler brought the package inside. The weight of it suggested something substantial, and as he tore open the wrapping, his eyes fell upon what was inside.

It... it was a beer mug. One featuring his favorite beer company, Budweiser. The intricate design and the nostalgia of the collectible piece brought a rare smile to his face.

Tucked beside the stein was a note, the handwriting familiar and warm. Picking it up, the FBI agent read it:

"Dear Kyler,

Happy Birthday! I bet you didn't expect to find this little treasure waiting for you, did you? I can just picture it now: the great 'Pierce', always on high alert, jumping at the sound of a leaf hitting his doorstep. But don't worry, your secret's safe with me.

I found this 1981 Budweiser Holiday Beer Stein and thought, who else but you would appreciate a classic like this? It's got that old-school charm, just like some of your methods. And before you say anything, yes, I do remember that time I had to pull your butt out of the fire. You can thank me by not letting it collect dust on a shelf.

But all jokes aside, Kyler, I know we're both here in Japan on serious business. We've got our missions, our personal vendettas, and a whole lot of baggage that would give any airport a run for its money. I see the way you work, with that unwavering focus and determination. It's admirable, really.

As we stand shoulder to shoulder in this fight, I want you to know that I've got your back, just like I know you've got mine. We're in this together, and I believe in us. We came here for justice, for truth, and for closure. And while the road ahead is uncertain, one thing's for sure: we're going to see this through to the end.

So, here's to another year of kicking ass and taking names. To finding the answers we're looking for and to the peace we both deserve. Happy Birthday, Kyler. May this year bring you one step closer to the truth.

Stay sharp,

Alexis"

Kyler let out a disbelieving laugh, examining the beer mug with curious eyes that held just a tiny bit of excitement. Leave it to Alexis to always bring up that incident even while complimenting him but he really was grateful to her, not just in that situation but as a friend and comrade, someone who understands what he went through and his supports his goals, not only for defending their country but for his own personal mission.

He suddenly frowned as he remembered the entire reason he was even in this country in the first place, while he was working on gathering intel on “The Commission” he felt as though he was nowhere near as close as he wanted to finding his mother wherever she may be, the anonymous person who gave him the tip to her location had never contacted him since and not only that…

He placed the mug on his shelf and walked over to a nearby drawer, opening it up, he pulled out a file labeled “Confidential” on it. Opening said file, he was immediately greeted by notes and a picture of a scruffy brunette boy with the most piercing yet absolutely dead green eyes that he had ever seen, they looked…so much like his own but at the same time, they couldn’t be any more different, Kyler frowned even harder, a myriad of thoughts going through his mind but one thing was for sure.

“Max Soukoku…just who the hell are you...”

Thank you for the gift!

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Why I don’t own normal cups.

Which fucked up cup you choosing?

The beaver mug? One of the holiday themed stemless wine glasses? Witch’s Brew plastic? Sokka? Artistic moose? Glass beer stein? CHOOSE

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Gifts for Jets Fans - Top Gifts for Jets Fans to Celebrate Their Team Spirit

Finding the perfect gift for the die-hard New York Jets fan in your life can be a touchdown, or a fumble, depending on your approach. To help you score big, this guide offers a range of gift ideas, from practical everyday items to extravagant collector's pieces. Whether it's for a birthday, holiday, or just to show your appreciation, these suggestions cater to various budgets and preferences.

Apparel & Accessories: Show Your Colors with Style

Jets Jerseys: A classic choice.Consider getting a jersey of their favorite player, past or present, or a throwback design for a vintage vibe.Authentic jerseys are a premium option, while replicas offer a more budget-friendly alternative.

Hats & Beanies:Perfect for game day or everyday wear.Look for hats in various styles – snapbacks, fitted caps, beanies – to showcase team pride.

T-shirts & Sweatshirts: From simple tees to cozy sweatshirts, options abound. Search for unique designs,funny slogans, or classic team logos.Consider different colors and styles to match personal preferences.

Scarves & Gloves: Keep warm and stylish during those chilly games with Jets-themed scarves and gloves. A great gift for tailgating or attending games in colder weather.

Socks:A fun and practical gift. Find Jets socks with team logos, player names, or fun designs.

Home & Decor: Bring the Stadium Home

Wall Decor: Decorate their space with framed jerseys, posters of iconic Jets moments, or team-themed artwork.

Throw Blankets & Pillows: Cozy up with Jets-themed throws and pillows. Ideal for watching games at home in comfort.

Flags & Banners: Show unwavering support by decorating their home or office with Jets flags and banners.

Drinkware:From mugs and glasses to beer steins, find Jets-branded drinkware for their daily use.

Coasters & Placemats: Add subtle Jets flair with themed coasters and placemats.

Experiences & Tickets: Unforgettable Memories

Game Tickets: The ultimate gift for any Jets fan! Tickets to a home game provide an unforgettable experience.

Tailgating Package: Upgrade the game day experience with a pre-game tailgating package, including food, drinks, and a prime parking spot.

Meet & Greet with a Player: For the ultimate fan, arrange a meet-and-greet opportunity with a current or former Jets player (availability varies).

Tour of MetLife Stadium: Offer a behind-the-scenes tour of the stadium for a unique perspective on the team's home.

Collectibles & Memorabilia: For the Serious Fan

Autographed Memorabilia:A truly prized possession. Search for autographed footballs, jerseys, or photos of legendary Jets players.

Vintage Jets Gear:Find rare and unique items from the team's history.Think vintage jerseys, programs, or other memorabilia.

Limited Edition Items: Look for limited-edition releases of jerseys, hats, or other merchandise that celebrate specific moments or anniversaries.

Team Yearbook or History Book:A comprehensive look at the history of the New York Jets, including players, statistics, and memorable moments.

Tech & Gadgets: For the Modern Fan

Jets-Themed Phone Case: Protect their phone while showing their team spirit.

Smartwatch with Team Face:A sleek and practical gift that allows customization with Jets-themed watch faces.

Streaming Subscription (NFL Game Pass):Give the gift of watching every game, live or on demand.

Personalized Gifts: A Touch of Individuality

Custom Jersey:Personalize a jersey with their name and number for a truly unique gift.

Engraved Gifts:Add a personal touch to a gift such as a watch, pen, or piece of jewelry with an engraving of their name or a special date.

Photo Album or Scrapbook:Create a personalized photo album or scrapbook filled with memories of their favorite Jets moments.

Remember to consider the recipient's individual style and preferences when making your selection.The perfect gift will show your understanding of their passion and make them feel truly appreciated.

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Icelandic Beer Culture: How to Order with "Einn bjór, takk"

"Beer Please in Icelandic" translates to "Bjór, takk" (pronounced "byor tahk"), a phrase that's become increasingly popular since the relatively recent legalization of beer in Iceland. Remarkably, beer was prohibited in Iceland from 1915 until March 1, 1989, a date now celebrated as "Beer Day" (Bjórdagurinn).

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Since the ban's lifting, Iceland has developed a thriving beer culture. The country's pure water sources and creative brewing approaches have led to a burgeoning craft beer scene. Reykjavik, the capital, boasts numerous microbreweries and beer bars, offering both traditional lagers and innovative craft brews.

When ordering beer in Iceland, you might encounter terms like:

"Krús" - a mug or stein

"Dós" - a can

"Flaska" - a bottle

Popular Icelandic beer brands include Einstök, Borg, and Kaldi. Many breweries incorporate unique Icelandic ingredients like Arctic thyme, birch, and even seaweed, creating distinctive flavor profiles.

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Iceland's beer culture is closely tied to its social customs. "Skál" is the Icelandic toast, often accompanied by eye contact with fellow drinkers. Beer consumption peaks during events like the mid-winter Þorrablót festival and summer solstice celebrations.

Despite its late start, Iceland's beer scene has quickly caught up with global trends. Beer enthusiasts visiting Iceland can enjoy a wide range of styles, from traditional lagers to experimental craft brews, all while experiencing the country's unique brewing heritage and innovative spirit.

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A Beer and Food Hamper is a curated gift set that combines a selection of craft beers with complementary gourmet food items. These hampers are designed to provide a tasting experience that pairs various beer styles with foods that enhance their flavors.

Typical contents might include:

A range of craft beers (lagers, ales, stouts, IPAs)

Artisanal snacks (nuts, pretzels, jerky)

Specialty cheeses

Cured meats

Savory crackers or breadsticks

Chocolate or other sweet treats that pair well with darker beers

Many hampers include tasting notes or pairing suggestions to guide recipients through their culinary journey. They're popular gifts for beer enthusiasts, making great options for birthdays, holidays, or corporate events.

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Beer and Food Hampers cater to different tastes and budgets, ranging from simple sets to elaborate collections featuring rare brews and premium foods. They offer a convenient way to explore beer and food pairings, appealing to both novices and connoisseurs.

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Experience a Bigger Oktoberfest Celebration at Newport World Resorts

Oktoberfest at Newport World Resorts is back for its highly anticipated second edition on October 24 to 26, 2024 at Hilton Manila. Deemed its most authentic—and bigger than ever—celebration this year, the country’s premier lifestyle and entertainment destination is set to welcome more than a thousand fest-goers for three days of indulgence in Bavarian fare, live entertainment, and overflowing steins. The iconic beer festival from Munich, Germany has now become one of the property’s most-awaited signature festivals, thanks to popular demand since launching last year. For this edition, bier lovers will enjoy a selection of classic Bavarian draft beers from the Weihenstephan Brewery, the world’s oldest continuously operating brewery. Serving up an even grander spread of Bavarian favorites, attendees will be treated to hefty servings of freshly baked pretzels and German rye bread with flavorful dips, Munich-style sausage salad, platters of pork bratwurst and frankfurter paired with tangy sauerkraut, crispy pork knuckle, chicken schnitzel, and cheese-topped spaetzle. To top off this Bavarian-style feast, indulge in baked apple tart and Kaiserschmarrn for dessert.

From October 24 to 26, starting every 6 PM, The Ballroom of Hilton Manila will be fully decked out into a traditional Bavarian beer hall with classic long benches, festive buntings, checkered tablecloths for guests to gather round. To complete the experience, world-renowned AnTon Showband all the way from Austria, will keep everyone dancing and celebrating all night. Get first dibs on Oktoberfest tickets with an early bird promotion of P4,900 nett per person until September 30. The regular price goes for P5,400 nett per person from October 1. All Oktoberfest ticket holders can avail an overnight stay at Hilton Manila with breakfast for two at a special rate of P7,500 nett per room valid during the festival. Guests can also retreat in Holiday Inn Express - Newport City’s overnight stay package inclusive of breakfast for two at P4,000 nett. Join the festivities and enjoy exclusive offers through www.newportworldresorts.com/oktoberfest-2024.

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Cheers to Creativity: Personalised Beer Mugs from Personalised Glasses

Why Choose Personalized Beer Mugs?

Custom beer mugs are a fun and practical way to showcase personality and style. With Personalised Glasses, you can add names, special dates, logos, or even unique designs to your beer mug. Whether you’re gifting someone a special keepsake or branding mugs for a corporate event, personalizing makes every glass memorable.

Perfect for Every Occasion:

Weddings and Celebrations: Commemorate special moments with engraved or printed beer mugs featuring the couple’s names and wedding date. They make excellent gifts for groomsmen, bridesmaids, or guests.

Corporate Events and Promotions: Brand your company with customized beer mugs that feature your logo. They serve as great promotional items or employee rewards.

Birthday and Holiday Gifts: Surprise your loved ones with a personal touch by engraving their name, favorite quote, or design on their very own beer mug. It’s a gift that’s both thoughtful and functional.

Customization Options: Personalised Glasses offers a variety of customization methods, from laser engraving for a sleek and permanent finish to full-color printing for more vibrant designs. You can choose from different sizes and styles of mugs, whether it’s a traditional beer stein or a modern pint glass. The options are limitless, allowing you to create something truly unique.

High-Quality Materials: Each mug is crafted from durable glass or stainless steel, ensuring it can withstand frequent use and still maintain its design. The personalized elements are applied using advanced techniques to ensure they remain vibrant and intact even after many washes.

Make Every Sip Special: Personalized beer mugs aren’t just a novelty; they’re a way to add a personal touch to everyday life. Whether you’re enjoying a cold beer after work or hosting a party, drinking from a mug that’s designed just for you elevates the experience.

Conclusion:

With Personalised Glasses, creating custom beer mugs is an easy and fun process. Whether you’re looking to gift someone special or add a touch of personalization to your own glassware collection, these mugs offer the perfect balance of creativity, quality, and function.

Explore Personalised Glasses today to design your own custom beer mug and make your next toast truly unforgettable!

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage Budweiser Ceramic 1999 Holiday 3 D Hand Crafted Beer Stein.