#i am assuming this has all been thoroughly covered

[cutephlegm]

Bloody knees

V - Ritual

Pairing: Enki x reader

CW: NSFW, Description of gore

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Summary: After an almost deadly encounter, Enki is badly wounded. You offer to help him heal by performing a ritual to the goddess of life and creation; Sylvian.

You’d both found yourself pinned against a door, gasping for air, your shivering body desperately trying to regain composure. Your lungs burned and your face was hot red, a sticky mixture of sweat and blood dripping down your body. The fight had been unexpectedly perilous and you were lucky to escape alive. Even more shocking was the fact that you’d both managed to slay the beast, escaping out the pit before you could alert more creatures.

Slumped over and catching your breath, your eyes met Enki’s, and for the first time you noticed vulnerability painted all over his face. His teeth were gritted shut, exhaling painful shallow breaths, his hands tightly cupping his abdomen. You let your mouth hang open wide for a minute before you gathered yourself and approached him. “Are you hurt….?” You asked, concern plaguing your voice. You noticed the priest scoff slightly at your words, removing a hand from his stomach and showing it to you. It was covered in blood, the dark thick substance pooling out from his wound, staining the floor red.

You took that as your answer and dropped to your knees, placing your hands on his to help prevent any more of the blood from gushing out of him. “…What are you doing?” His eyes had widened and he let a scowl from on his lips. “I’m saving your life, now sit down!” You commanded pressing your palm against him. He begrudgingly agreed and let his back press against the wall as he slipped down to your height, gasping in pain as his wound opened even more due to the movement. A few strands of his hair were messily plastered onto his face, as he glared at you with an unreadable expression.

You attempted to determine how deep the wound was, pressing your fingers into his flesh. He writhed beneath before you watched his eyes darken. Hands came up to grab your wrists stopping you from going any further. “Be careful, woman!” He scolded you, his breathing shallow and pained. “I’m sorry- this has to happen, just stay still and I will make this quick.” You reassured, prying your hands away him to delve into your satchel. You pulled up a bag of herbs and a piece of scrap cloth you’d fashioned into a bandage. He narrowed his eyes at the sight of the equipment but chose to keep his mouth shut, giving you a slight nod as you began to wrap the cloth around him. He winced at the sudden pressure; his pupils completely blown out as they fixated onto yours.

You frantically wrapped around the wound. “Damn it…” You cursed, watching your attempts go to waste as the blood leaked straight through the cloth, adding to the dark puddle that had formed on the floor. Enki was a pale man but his skin had begun to turn yellow he’d lost so much blood; you weren’t sure you’d be able to save him if you didn’t act fast immediately. “P-priest, how can I save you!?” You stuttered out, your voice shaky with concern. Enki’s eyes darted towards his satchel and then back towards yours, his gaze lingering a slight bit too long on your lips before he gritted his teeth and shook his head. “There is one way…” He begun, as one hand pressed against his abdomen, the other reaching for his satchel and pulling out a book.

“It’s a ritual, one performed by worshippers of Sylvian; the goddess of creation. Though am I right to assume you’ve never heard of such a being?” He slowly pried through the pages his eyes thoroughly grazing across each section. You paused, thinking to yourself a moment before shaking your head. “I’m not sure…” You admitted, sitting down cross-legged on the cold stone, causing a shill to run up your spine. “Then it’s probably for the best we don’t attempt it…” He exhaled a long breath before closing the book and laying it next to him, letting his head lean back again the stone. “What? Why?” You grabbed the tome and planted it back in his grasp. “No! I will not accept that, you will die otherwise, look at you!” You gestured to the gash which hadn’t ceased seeping out dark liquid.

He looked at you sternly before he scoffed, leaning his face closer to yours. “Fine, but do not blame me if this thickens the air for the remainder of the journey.” He spat, flicking to a page in the book. “It’s a healing ritual… one that heals both participants…” “Yes, so how is it performed?” Enki broke eye contact, squeezing his temple and wincing in discomfort at what he was about to say. He cleared his throat and pulled on your wrists again, this time much tighter than before. “I can’t believe I am saying this… To perform the ritual one must unite themselves with at least one other person.” You cocked your head to the side, raising a brow. “By that I mean… Intercourse.” He elaborated letting go of you; his face devoid of any colour.

“I’ll do it.” The priest stayed silent a moment his mouth slightly agape with surprise, before nodding, his eyes locking onto yours once more. They were half lidded from the fatigue and blood loss, his gaze had become unfocused and glazed over. “Let us not waste any time then… for what it’s worth… thank you.” He sighed, his gaze softening. You nodded, climbing on top of him of gently as you could, earning a pained groan from the priest as he sucked in quick breaths of air. “-Sorry” “It’s fine.” You winced as his hands steadied themselves on your hips, rubbing across the sore bruises adorning your body, causing you to let out a slight whimper. “Does that hurt?” Enki muttered through gritted teeth. “No- it’s okay.”

You weren’t sure whether you were or weren’t a virgin- whatever the case was it didn’t matter as you had no memory of any previous encounters. You smiled awkwardly as Enki pulled you closer to him, his own expression conflicted in itself. “Are you sure that you want to do this?” He asked as your bodies pressed up against each other tighter and tighter. He desperately attempted to cling onto a calm demeanour however you could feel his heartbeat thumping violently in his chest, beads of sweat rolling down his face. His body felt thinner than you expected, you could feel his bones press up against you, prodding at your flesh. “I am not going to let you die, Enki.” You assured him, trailing your fingers up his legs. He bit his lip as he felt you lift up his robe exposing himself to the cold air of the dungeon. You kept your eyes glued to his face, as he reluctantly pulled you on top of him. He shot you a nervous look before screwing his eyes shut, letting a moan slip from his lips.

You felt his blood trickle down your leg mixing with the sweat and moisture that leaked out from you, letting out shallow breaths as you clumsily grinded on top of him, feeling him pulsate inside of you. The sharp pain quickly subsided and turned into an ecstasy, only exemplified by the disgruntled priests tight grasp on your body. Enki’s eyes were wide, colour seeping back into his face, desperately trying to avert his gaze to avoid coming to terms with what was happening. You swatted away some loose hairs that’d stuck to his forehead and leaned in further to his face. “M-may I kiss you?” You asked in between thrusts. “…You may…”

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you closed the distance between the both of you, moaning against his lips. He kissed you softly, his lips as cold as the rest of his body, the taste of iron and herbs lingering on your lips. His hands slipped up to rest on your waist, pulling you further into him as you felt him beginning to take charge with a silent determination. A few minutes of ecstasy passed; your bodies pressed tightly together fighting off death itself as you begun to feel yourself slip into a trance. “Resist it…” Enki spoke against your neck, exhaling weak breaths against your skin, causing the hairs on your body to stand up. You did as you were told and refused to let yourself succumb to the trance-like state.

Finally, his grip on your body tightened as you sped up your movements, rolling into him as a painful knot formed in your abdomen. You were both drenched in your own sweat and blood as you finally reached your climax, briefly hearing soft whimpers slip out of the priest’s mouth, as he seeped into you.

Enki let his back fall against the wall, the little colour he had returning to his face, as he fixed his robe. “Did it work?” You asked through heavy breaths, collapsing onto his chest. He raised a brow at the gesture before bringing himself to awkwardly pat your lower back, averting his eyes to where the wound had been. You follow his gaze, only to find that the only thing left was a faint scar.

[justallihere]

aNOTHER play by play of my thoughts <3

I kid you not the entire time I was reading this the audio of Klaus saying "MOMMY ISSUES" was playing in my head

Lilith really said, "I'm going to be useful when I come to my kids by brining riders AND insert myself into the military lol"

OMG OMG DEVERA AND FELIX!!!!!

I'm assuming their mother is a particularly touchy subject between Mira and Vi (i lowkey felt uncomfortable reading their conversation in a good way but I also wanted to diffuse the situation between the two 💀 LOL) Mira needs a goddamn award. The mental gymnastics of trying to love/defend her mom but also understanding Vi's own personal feelings and her position as queen is rough

Mira telling Vi she's the favorite (likely bc she's the baby bc let's be for real here lol) Vi thinking its Brennan makes my heart break for Mira because what about her???? (No slight against Vi or B but my heart aches for Mira too, as the eldest daughter). All of them need a goddamn hug

This line HIT , when did this become a therapy session LMAO

“It’s okay if it’s not enough, and it’s also okay if you let it be enough. If you try, too,” she added pointedly, “instead of being stubborn about it. She left the country she’s dedicated her entire life to because of you.” 

Not Mira begrudgingly accepting Xaden and knowing that he's antsy as fuck w/o Vi

“Go home to your insufferable husband,” she said. “You probably stressed him out.” 

The dragons finally fucked and X and Vi had to do something about it. The spicy scene was 10/10!!!! I have so much respect for ppl who write smut well bc I can't do it LOL but what i really appreciated was the attention to detail of X getting her conduit for her so that she doesn't burn down the kingdom 💀. My exact thoughts were "wait is her mom going to know their fucking bc of the lightening" but then I didn't even need to think about that bc you HAD IT COVERED LOL

Lilith is so complex and I love her for it. I bet the room was frigid when Brennan and Lilth spoke.

Naolin was mentioned and I am SOBBING. I hope RY expands on him but idk if it will make it to canon tbh

Glad this was sorted out bc I know this was a particular fan theory that was RAMPANT. I never particularly agreed w it

“Dead?” Lilith repeated.  “The storm the day I crossed the parapet—” “I had nothing to do with that,” she interrupted. 

I am terrified and excited for what is to come Alli 😭. Again another lovely chapter that I thoroughly enjoyed from start to finish

So many mommy issues. All the mommy issues.

One thing about Lilith is that she has a purpose, and that purpose is protecting her kids, and because she's emotionally distant she'll just do things for them instead of with them.

I'm obsessed with Felix. He's such a fun character, just so much personality even though we see next to nothing of him in canon. Same with Devera! They feel the same to me in a lot ways I think.

Lilith is a touchy subject among all the Sorrengail children for sure, but definitely with Mira and Vi because Mira has spent so long trying to keep the peace between the two of them. And (in this world) Mira has been there for Violet in a maternal role a bit, so she sees the choices Lilith makes differently than Vi does and relates to them more, where Violet just sees that it's not what she needs from her mom.

This became a therapy session...somewhere around chapter 10, probably.

Idk what it is but I just love a dragon lust-fueled sex moment. Hits different, you know?

I can't believe I wrote a positive thing about Brennan Sorrengail 🤮 never happening again. Naolin is still just so intriguing though, I also hope we get to hear more about him in canon (I don't want him to be venin, I want him to be dead, to be clear).

I never particularly bought into the "Lilith tried to kill Violet on the parapet" thing either, especially once we learned about the deal she'd made with Xaden. She just loves Violet so much.

I, too, am excited and terrified for what's to come! Mostly excited!

[blueisquitetired]

As promised, here is the short Dad!Ingo oneshot I promised!

Wordcount: 600ish words

Rated: G (E FOR EVERYONE AHHHH I TYPED THE WRONG THING INITIALLY)

Tags: no in//st, submas, fluff, angst, Dad Ingo, and Author Chose not to Use Archive Warnings

Consider this a mystery box fic.

The Soft Quiet of an Early Morning

Emmet yawns as he stumbles out of his room, the bright morning sun shining painfully into his eyes. He smiles when he spots Akari sitting on the counter, chowing down on an oran berry. Blue juice stains her cheeks.

“Enjoying yourself?” Emmet asks as he ruffles her hair, laughing as she attempts to bite him in recompense. He probably deserves it. He doesn’t care.

Leaving the girl to her early morning snack, he turns on the stove and begins making a proper breakfast, humming a popular tune as he goes. Akari joins in his melody a moment later, and the two enjoy a peaceful morning.

Breakfast is just about done when Ingo stumbles out of the bedroom, his face still covered in pillow creases. The corners of his lips perk upwards as he spots them.

“Good morning you two.” He rumbles out, coming over to lift his daughter from the counter top. “Up early again I see.“

“Maybe you are up late.” Emmet counters, as Ingo tries to wipe the berry juice from Akari’s face.

“I see no reason to rise early on the weekend.”

“Foolish. Your sleep will suffer. Routine is key.”

“Tsk. And you call me the kill joy.”

Akari barks out a laugh at that, and Ingo’s expression turns soft. It warms Emmet’s heart that despite their tragedies, they can still have moments like these.

“Breakfast is ready!” He calls as he turns off the stove, carting the meal to the table. Ingo and Akari follow, the former releasing his daughter to her personal seat, painted a bright red. He sits himself a moment later, and Emmet begins serving up breakfast.

“Did you sleep well?” Ingo asks Akari as they begin to eat, a bit of worry seeping into his tone. “I know your slumber has been quite poor lately. Was it better today?”

Akari just nods, a jerky motion. She’s not much for conversation.

“Good. I am glad to hear it.”

They chat about the battle subway and recent events over the rest of breakfast, Akari eventually wandering away after she finishes her food. She doesn’t give any warning before she does, but that’s to be expected really. Why would she bother?

“She seems to be settling in well.” Ingo muses as the sounds of joyous pokémon waft in from the other room. “I was worried that Nimbasa would be too much for her, as it is such a departure from what everything she has ever known.”

“She does seem happy.” At least that’s what Emmet assumes. She can be harder to read then even Ingo.

“Yes…. yes she does.”

They listen to the muffled shrieks of playing for a moment longer, before eventually continuing with their morning chores, getting ready for the day. Akari only returns when they set out meals for their pokémon, hanging from her alpha gardivor’s arms.

“Did you have fun?” Ingo asks, as Akari is dropped into his lap, her Pokémon wandering off to eat breakfast.

“Mhmm.” Akari responds, leaning against her father.

“That’s good to hear.”

Emmet smiles at the two, daughter and father enjoying each other’s company. He had never expected Ingo to return with a child, but he’s glad that there was at least one positive thing that came out of his brother’s unexpected departure to Hisui.

Still, Emmet wished that such a blessing could have come without such steep costs. That his brother didn’t have to leave, didn’t have to lose his memories and be hurt so thoroughly. That his niece didn’t have to work to belong, didn’t have to suffer because of some callous god.

That Akari didn’t have to die.

That his niece could still be a bright and talkative teenager, and not the silent zorua she had become.

Still.

Emmet would take what he could get.

Better this then nothing at all.

[slashingdisneypasta]

General Kai x ReincarnatedLover!Reader || Drabble

Ah! Me actually doing something I said I was gonna do on the day I said I was gonna do it??? I am so proud of myself XD 😅😅

Plot: Kai has come to reclaim you- pity you have no idea who the heck he is, what he’s talking about or…  well, you do have an idea what he wants. BUT WHY? This doesn’t make any sense.

Warnings: N/A  

Dedicated to the Anon who had this great idea!! ^^ Its rough but I hope you like it 😅

He’s terrifying.

He’s so terrifying, that when he first crashed down- from the sky- into your rice paddy, destroying a whole field of crops, you had tried to run! You took one glance at this behemoth of a bull, with glowing emerald eyes, double sided blades attached to long, powerful chains, and a devilish grin on his face, aimed at you, and-

You tried to run. You turned around, very nearly getting a mouth full of mud as you tripped, but instead catching yourself with a hand, pushing yourself back up and forcing yourself forward. Over the sound of your pounding heart you had heard him chuckle at what you assume he considered a feeble little escape attempt, and the sound was like thunder cracking across the sky during a storm. Not quite so loud, but deep enough to feel it, and otherworldly, and- it sent fear shooting through your blood stream. If I can just get out of his sight, you had thought. It would be fine.

But that was not apart of his plan.

The blades that were in his hands were faster than you, racing ahead of you, crossing over each other and jamming deep into the ground. The chains surrounded you, you stopped- and then he started to pull.

You tried to get out of the way and escape but he was stronger, the blades drug through the muddy ground fast back toward you and then they were on you. They tripped you, causing you to fall into the mud, hands and knees covered in the stuff, as he drew you right back to him in no time at all. It wasn’t a fair fight, you felt weak, and terrified.  

“Heh… “ When you were back beneath him, while you’re feeling even smaller then before on the wet and dirty ground now, he crouched down and leaned his monstrous arms around both sides of you and yanked his blades back out of the ground. Spirits- this man was only wearing a loincloth! And- ugh. Your nose had scrunched up, turning pointedly away from his face and cringing into yourself. His disgusting, clotted hair smelled. When he didn’t pull away fully right away though like you thought, you turned back to his face - now mere inches from your own as he stared at you, assessed you, glanced all over you, - with wide eyes. Your lips part, at this monster in front of you still looking all-to-amused, meaning to ask what he wants, but he beats you to it. “Hm… you really don’t remember me, do you?”

Your eyes widened even more if it were possible. “I… I don’t know you.” … Should you?

Finally he pulls back and stands up again, leaving you with some space once again so you can breath, and you watched him look around at your thoroughly destroyed fields and the stormy sky surrounding them; Breathing heavily. Thinking.

As he breathed out, he emitted visible air from his nostrils. “Nah… I guess not. It has been five hundred years… ” Your mouth fell open once again, wishing to ask if he’s absolutely positive- but he once again cut you off before you could speak. This time with his eyes, those lime green, glowing orbs - green eyes on a bull? That made you nervous even more than his huge frame did, - flickered back down to you again… and he looked fond.

… Which was not the kind of look you wanted to see on someone so powerful, who claimed they knew you. Who could easily just take you.

“Yes, I’m positive, little one.”

~

“I- I… didn’t ask.” You say now, eyes wide. How did he know you were thinking that?

“Yeahh, but you were thinking it.” He shrugs, casually rolling those boulder-like shoulders. It moves his entire body, the jade stones hung on his belt clanging against each other at his hips. “You may not know me, but I know you.” He smirks, eyes once again flickering up and down your body still knelt in the mud. “Trust me.”

“… You’re crazy- “

“Crazy?? Ha… Okay. Yeah. Maybe I’m a little crazy.” Nodding, he shrugs his shoulders once again and gives another deep chuckle- a short one, this time. “But that’s what the spirit realm’ll do to you, I guess.”

Blinking, and wondering why on earth you have ended up in this insane situation with the delusional, ludicrously over powered loin-cloth bull, you push yourself up to your feet and wipe your hands on your already ruined pants. You’re still uneasy, but the bull doesn’t seem to be trying to hurt you just this second- just your crops he’s still trampling- “The spirit realm??... “

He makes a sound like mhm, grunting, and seeming to take your questioning tone as an opportunity for a little bit of casual chit chat. “Yep. 500 years… “

… You don’t believe this crack story for a second. “Uh- “

You’re cut off by a great big sigh, and look up in time to watch him roll his eyes just as deeply. “I know, I get it- you don’t believe me. And hey, that’s okay. Doesn’t change anything… You, little one, are still mine. And we’ll find a way for you to remember. If we don’t… you’ll just have to fall in love with me again. Eh? Not so hard.”

At this your jaw actually drops, taking a step back from him. “Yours??” Love???

“Yep.” He nods, refusing to back down, and popping the ‘p’.

“No- “ You try to get away again immediately, turning to walk away, but this time he doesn’t even let you get two steps; Throwing his hand, with a double edged sword in his grip, directly in your way. Eyes widening, you back up from it, following his arm nervously up to his face. “I think you have the wrong person.”

“In a manner of speaking, I do!” He quickly agrees, surprising you- but then his eyes narrow, and you feel unbearably small before him. “… Different body, sure. But I know you… and your Chi?... “At this his eyes take an even brighter glow and you watch him breath in deep, his chest rising until it falls again. “That’s the same… “

“Are you… “ Pausing, you take a deep breath in an attempt to steady your tone, eyes closed as he calmly watches your every move- calmly, because he knows you cant do anything. You can’t escape. “A- are you… “ Damnit. “… suggesting… r-reincarnation?? And- and we… ” You… and him?? This massive, terrifying monster right in front of you right now??

An intimate smirk crosses his face then, eyelids half-hooding on you and eyes glowing brighter once again. “We… yeah… And I’d really like to get back to that, so come on- come with me. Willingly. And we’ll figure out howta get there, together.”

“If… “You start, heart beating heavily in your chest as you give the beast an uneasy once-over. “… I say no?... “

“Well, then I’ll take you unwillingly! Hah. That’s not gonna be fun for you- I suggest the willing rout.

… Oh I’m Kai, by the way.”

[a-star-that-burns-brightly]

Arturo's talent confuses me a lot

Okay so on this fine 12:30 PM I was thinking about the newest QnA, and how DRDTDev said this in it

And it was always something that intrigued me a lot because I really could not figure out what it meant or why the exact ages of the cast were kept hidden. That is, until I started thinking about everyone's favorite(...?) Ultimate Plastic Surgeon, Arturo Giles. Specifically, his talent in question. Because to put it bluntly: How in the everliving FUCK is Arturo a Plastic Surgeon at his age Now you might wonder just what I mean by that, and as such let me run you down the requirements to be a plastic surgeon in the US from what I have researched:

Now obviously these are only three sources, and this is mainly referring to the US because that is where DRDT takes place, but the point still stands. For Arturo to become a licensed plastic surgeon, he would have to go through a six year program/residency for plastic surgery, obtain a bachelor's degree (or I guess whatever Hope's Peak's version of a bachelors degree is) which is canonically a four-year university in the DRDTverse, as WELL as an extra four years in medical school.

(Now fair warning, I am not the best when it comes to reading comprehension, so there might be some things in the screenshots I linked that I ultimately missed. And if so, you're allowed to (politely) point it out to me !) Even if there are a few things I misread, it still brings into question how Arturo obtained his talent when you look at his possible age Now obviously, as I mentioned before, the DT cast's actual age is a spoiler. But that doesn't mean we can't speculate based on the information we do have from the series

(A challenger has approached: Min Jeung /j) This line from the first bonus episode is the closest thing we get to a clear-cut age for the DT cast, where Unnamed Classmate / Mai says that Min is 18. Unfortunate jinxing aside, this also brings back up the fact that Hope's Peak in the DTverse is a four-year university course akin to US college (I'll actually include a screenshot this time)

So it can be assumed that this bonus episode (and I assume Xander's), takes place during their first year at Hope's Peak, and assuming that the rest of the cast is the same age they were all 18-19 during their first year. But that isn't all ! As remember, these guys have their HPA memories snatched from them, so let's cover that as well

Now, we don't know how long "a few years" could be. It could be only one year like Rose said initially, it could be two, three, hell ten for all we know. However, Min (as posted before) and Xander don't seem to have aged that much in comparison to their current appearences. So I'm going to assume (keyword here, assume) that about three years at most have been taken from them. as that would put them largely around the end of HPA. So with all of this in mind, that would mean that Arturo is around 19-22 during the events of the death game, but even with that considered, that still means that Arturo was scouted and given the title of Ultimate Plastic Surgeon at 18. And that is where my confusion lies since that...is basically impossible DRDT-Dev has clearly thoroughly researched all of the talents of the cast and how they work in the DTverse and in general seems to be very intricate when it comes to their writing, so I highly doubt they would make an oversight like this. There has got to be a reasoning for this. And I can think of three possible ones 1. Arturo is some kind of prodigy in the medical and cosmetic surgery field which could've led to him becoming a plastic surgeon much earlier in life than one typically would 2. Arturo is just straightup lying about his ultimate talent for whatever reason, possibly fabricating the license on his coat. He's obviously not faking his medical knowledge as we've seen in the actual series, but him faking his ultimate isn't exactly ruled out 3. The DRDT cast are much older then we or they realize, and there is another reason why they still look to be in their early 20s (I swear to god if this turns out to be some virtual world shit I am actually going to go insane /lh)

...Or the 4th reason that being I AM looking too deep into this, but whatever it's fun to overanalyze this shit Please let me know what you think, I'd love to hear other people's opinions on this !

[the-jellicle-duelist]

do you have fresh pasta advice? specifically ravioli. I am finding a recipe now and made tortellini once before with some success but I trust you on all things food

i have advice for almost everything !

generalllyyyyyy speaking 1 cup of flour + 1 egg + 1/2 tsp of salt will get you to pasta dough. the dials you can turn are typically adding More egg yolks.

for ravioli specifically, you need to make sure you develop enough gluten. this can be accomplished in a lot of ways, but the thing to keep in mind is that the more yolks you add, the more difficult it will be to develop gluten. because yolks are primarily fat with some water. and fat inhibits gluten development.

your dough needs to be strong enough so that you can roll it Thin enough that when you lay the dough on top of itself, it has enough structural integrity it won’t rip or tear either thru pressing it together, or during cooking

pasta dough is pretty dry by design, which makes developing gluten harder. so my best advice for the mixing portion is to get your dough combined until it’s not got dry spots but isn’t smooth. cover it, and let it sit for 15-20 minutes. this will hydrate the flour and naturally develop your gluten without much need to Knead

after that time, give it a few kneads to get it smoother. you should at this point wrap it up and refrigerate it for at least an hour, but 3 or 4 is ideal. you can also make a bigger batch, and then divide it and freeze it at this point

when it comes to the rolling part, i’m assuming you’re using a machine although rolling pins will also work with this advice.

with ravioli, you will want to go a step or even two more thin than with a fresh tagliatelle or similar, because again you’re basically going to double the thickness of each raviolo at its seams and edges.

it’s going to get Really Long. so start with a small piece of dough. and run it thru the machine and get it to half of the thickness levels. fold it over a few times onto itself. and start over. here again, this is also kneading the dough, but it’s also elongating the gluten strands which builds strength. (if you bake bread at all and have done stretch and folds, this is a similar principle)

your dough should be really smooth at this point. if it’s sticking at all, you can very lightly dust some flour onto the surface of the dough. but don’t go insane. if it’s cracking or splitting, repeat the previous step. i have done this sometimes two or even three times so if it isn’t Smooth, give it another go

at this point, you’re ready to do the final rolling. on your machine, process it thru each thickness until you’re down to your last 2 (some machines have 6, 7 or even 10 levels of thickness it just depends)

if your dough lets a ton of light thru, you’re probably too thin. you want the level above. if you go to thin, you can reroll it out it will be fine

the Right thickness will be something that when you fold over on itself feels more or less like where you would stop for regular pasta. (usually this is the 2nd or 3rd to last setting depending on your machine) and then fill however you want. egg white thoroughly mixed with a small amount of water makes a good sealant (and you might have an egg white if you added yolk to your base dough.) but also water works well. if you’re dough has been kind of sticky you may not need any water at all.

a lot of this is Feel, and Intuition which is unfortunately hard to convey over a tumblr post. but hopefully this gives you some things to think about as you go forth on your ravioli adventure.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

I don’t know if you’re still doing the trick or treat thing, but I am dying for some Bagginshield fluff, featuring my favorite berry, maybe? 🥺🫐

Sorry I couldn't get this out last night, but here's some blueberry fluff!

Try It?

Pairing: Bagginshield

Type of Treat: Fluffy

Word Count: 662

It was a wondrous day for a walk through the mountainside. When Thorin had asked for Bilbo’s hand, he had made sure the dwarf realized how important sunshine and outdoor walks were to him if he were to remain in Erebor. Exactly four days later, there was a balcony and hidden set of stairs outside the royal apartments. Dis and Balin did nothing but chastise Thorin for how reckless that was, but Bilbo was completely enamored with the dwarf’s ingenuity. Their wedding had been the happiest day of Bilbo’s life.

Wandering through what Bilbo referred to as ‘the gardens’ he took stock of all the plant life returning to the mountains in the wake of Smaug’s demise. Many of them Bilbo was familiar with, but there was the occasional plant or two that Bilbo had to have Ori help him look up the name for it. Nearing the end of his walking trail, Bilbo checked on what he had assumed was a tree growing in only to be met with a beautiful sight!

Fresh wild blueberries were blossoming, thick and full and nearly bursting. Bilbo’s mind was racing with all the recipes he could make with a basketful of them. He might even have enough for a pie! Taking off his jacket, Bilbo created a makeshift carrier for the berries plucking as many as he could. He cursed his inability to reach the higher ones and vowed to come back with a basket and Thorin later for a respectable berry picking. 

Once he had as many blueberries as he could manage, he folded them carefully into his jacket and carted them back up the mountainside. Not quite enough for a pie, but more than enough for some tarts! As soon as he was back in his and Thorin’s suite, he made his way straight for the kitchen. Fully stocked and furnished, a wedding gift from the family Urs. 

“Bilbo, what are you doing?” Thorin asked amused, finding him hours later covered in flour and smelling of pastry dough.

“Look! I found blueberries today! We can go back tomorrow and gather the rest of them and maybe can them or turn it to jam…why do you have that weird look on your face?”

Thorin’s grimace seemed to be twinged with guilt when he admitted. “I don’t like blueberries.”

Bilbo was aghast. He had never heard of someone not liking blueberries! “What? Whyever not?”

“The fruit itself is yellow but somehow it has a purple juice? It is…odd. And then I’m not a fan of the outside texture.”

Bilbo’s mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ of understanding. “You’ve only ever had them raw, not baked? Would you be willing to try a tart of mine to see if you would like it?”

Thorin looked uncomfortable, and Bilbo was quick to reassure him with a kiss. “You don’t have to. In the Shire, we believe food should be enjoyed, not forced. I’m not trying to pressure you.”

“If they were blackberries…believe me, amrâlimê (my love), I would have them devoured in a heartbeat. But blueberries…”

Bilbo kissed Thorin again, more thoroughly. “It is perfectly alright, my dear. I’m sure there are members of the Company that would be more than willing to…”

Thorin suddenly grabbed Bilbo and kissed him again, his tongue exploring its way into Bilbo’s mouth. Not that he was complaining in the slightest.

“Are those the blueberries I taste?” He asked when he finally pulled away, a wondrous look in his eye.

Bilbo smirked. “Well I had to sample the tarts to make sure they were edible.”

Thorin rolled his eyes and shook his head before taking a step towards Bilbo’s cooling tarts. He hesitantly picked it up, gave it a sniff, before popping it in his mouth. Thorin’s eyes grew wide in amazement, and he quickly ate five more after it. It was then that he and Bilbo found out that blueberries Thorin liked. It was grapes he had an issue with.

[falmerbrook]

what are your tes 6 expectations?

hmmm interesting question.

Firstly, it sounds like it's basically all but confirmed to be in Hammerfell based on analysis of that one "please shut up about TES 6" trailer by people who know more than me, and the fact that ESO has kinda avoided dipping their toes too substantially into the province despite covering the rest of them pretty thoroughly. On one hand that's sorta meh because if so it'll be the third game in a row to focus on a human province, but on the other hand ESO and Redguard have kinda gotten me into Hammerfell, so I won't be sad or disappointed if it indeed is. I've seen some say they think it will or want it to focus on the the Iliac Bay (so both High Rock and Hammerfell), but I think that's a bit of a cope.

In terms of everything else, I'm gonna be honest, I don't really have any expectations. I'm by no means a gamer, and the TES games are pretty much the only ones I play, so from my time poking around TES communities, I don't think I have as high or complex of expectations for my gaming experience as someone who plays games beyond just being weirdly obsessed with a particular game series. I'll also admit that I can be a bit of contrarian, so seeing people get genuinely angry at things they assume will happen with TES 6 as if they have already been confirmed to be happening has made me sort of be overly optimistic about it by default. I think by not having expectations I'm less likely to be disappointed if it is disappointing (which, once again, it sorta hard to achieve by my low standards), and I won't be too burned by being optimistic since no matter what, I'll probably just enjoy running around a part of Tamriel either way. It'll probably be fairly similar to Skyrim, but hell, I'm not a game developer. Who am I to say what direction they'll take.

If Oblivion supposedly had a lot of influence from Lord of the Rings, what might TES 6 have inspiration from? Maybe they'll see how well BG3 did and lean in that direction (writing wise) more? The new Dune movies have come out right as its started proper development, so maybe they'll take from that (y'know, deserts)? Maybe they'll just do their usual of building off of new systems they implemented in their last game (which would be Starfield, which I haven't played and don't know what new things they played around with, so I don't know what it will be) and/or the DLCs of the last TES game (although maybe it's been too long since Skyrim for that).

The one thing I am tentatively hoping for is that these like 4 years of pre-development shows in the worldbuilding and writing. But like I said, I'm not expecting much. Just trying to be contrarily optimistic.

Also I made this post awhile ago about what I hope they change about Redguard history if TES 6 is in Hammerfell. Not the same topic but I thought I might as well include it

So tldr: I don't really have many expectations period, positive or negative, but I'm cautiously looking forward to it. I don't really know what to expect outside of the typical Bethesda open world structure.

[cosmictapestry]

hi hello may i please have some morphienne porn? A32. also, this is completely optional, but maybe it could be from dream’s perspective so we can collectively drool over how stunning lucienne is?

A32. tittyfuck

and

C11. morpheus pov

you have to understand how funny this is to me. i mentioned in the previous morpheus pov fill how Difficult i find his pov due to his Incomprehensibility. but you know what. no one is too complicated after you've written them rubbing off on someone's titties.

this is WAYYYY too serious for what should Just be a thirst fill i am SO sorry

prompt list + fills here

In all of Dream's existence he does not think he has ever been quite so embarrassed.

It is not a feeling he has known for many years. Lucienne is uniquely talented at visiting such novelties upon him. With her he is virginal as he could ever be with the dream weight of all sexuality heavy as stones inside him, and it is in no small part due to the efforts she puts into unbalancing him. She often plans new ways to do so, tickles of named mention that always catch his attention and require conscious effort not to chase.

He simply never expects her to act on those particular fantasies that involve putting herself in thoroughly undignified (beautiful debauched mesmerizing) positions. And it makes him feel—like a human, like a man, like something wild and filthy and low and loved anyway, loved for it maybe, and he does not recall feeling this way before, and it shocks him.

It shocks him, somehow, even as she moves him into position with her hands on his hips, easing him forward to straddle her torso; that she would want this, that she would wish to give him this debauched fantasy. It shocks him up until the second that his cock slides between her breasts, and then he is too overcome to feel much but awe and this bone-deep embarrassment.

"My lord," Lucienne whispers, and she gazes up at him with enormous eyes dark and luminous, lashes falling over full cheeks when she looks down, watches the slick glide between their bodies. Her head is propped up with pillows so Dream's slow thrust forward almost catches her lips, and he can feel her hot breath on his leaking tip, and he covers his mouth with the hand not holding him upright against the headboard.

Her hands frame her breasts, push them together, slick with oil and squished into a tight line where they touch. The ample flesh pushes between her fingers, deep brown skin tragically unmarked, large nipples dark and constricted to summits that he knows would feel hard under his thumb. She smiles up at him and her breasts squeeze him a little tighter. The channel between them is soft and hot and smooth, overwhelming sensation, too much. Dream does not move.

Her smile widens to show him the gap between her teeth. She tells him often that he is cute. If that is the case than she is adorable, but he thinks she might be furious with him if he told her so. Perhaps some day. "How do you feel?" she asks, and despite the teasing lilt afforded by her smile her voice is gentle.

Good is a safe answer. It is easy enough to force through his throat, rarely stopped by Everything that rushes to the forefront when he tries to consult Himself.

He says nothing, though, just stares at Lucienne, the softening of her expression when his vision begins to blur. How can she muster such patience for him? She waited over a hundred years in cold and in darkness and alone when there was no guarantee of his return. She waited year after year as hope faded and friends fled and she helped him to his feet when he was not her lord at all, just some broken half-dead thing.

"Don't be frustrated," Lucienne murmurs, which isn't quite the problem, but it is often enough that it's fair of her to assume. Dream wants to kiss the furrow of concern on her brow away, just as he does every time he sees it. "You're doing very well."

"It's good," he tells her when he can manage it, his face hot under his hand, this aspect's pale skin fever-red, reacting as any reasonable mortal's would to her body and to her praise. "You are very beautiful."

Lucienne tsks like he's said something silly. It makes his facsimile of a heart clench, makes him worry she truly does not believe him, because he has been cold in the past, he has been cruel to her. But she is just teasing him, of course, eyes squinted playfully. "And you are very sweet," she says, and she cranes forward to kiss the blushing head of his cock, and it leaves a slick smear across her full lips. "Whenever you're ready, love."

He realizes that she wants him to move now, though he can't imagine why, as this will not be especially stimulating for her. Regardless he draws his hips back, watching his length retreat from view. Her breasts envelop him entirely, plush and warm. The channel between them is wetter when next he pushes through; he is leaking profusely, leaving dabs on her chest when his cock reemerges. Dream stares so intently his eyes begin to burn. Lucienne's expression, when he is able to tear his gaze away from her chest, is unbearably smug.

"You can hold them, if you'd like," she says. When he just blinks at her she lifts her hands from her chest, take his own clamped over his mouth, and rests it on her left breast. Then she takes his other hand from the headboard and places it on her right. "Now push them together. Do what feels good."

Dream blinks, and swallows, and strokes her soft skin and feels her nipples, peaked like he had imagined. He pushes her breasts together around his length, not quite so tightly as she held them. She habitually overestimates the amount of friction he will need to achieve orgasm, an overall flattering miscalculation. He could spend just from listening to her speak. Has done, more than once.

Gods, but she is lovely. Her lips softly parted, her eyes heavy-lidded, soft moans from her throat when he brushes his thumbs featherlight under her nipples and then pushes them up, dimpling her breasts and lifting their weight. Her hands, now free, grip his thighs, pull him in close. He is throbbing, aching hard, and he can feel her heartbeat under him. She gleams with sweat and smiles at him sweetly and for a moment he loses his footing.

He wants to kiss her and lick her and bite her and make her choke on him and he wants to hurt her and he wants her to hurt him, and he stops with a shudder, and he bites down on panic, and he sorts through the things which have gotten tangled up in him, and he refocuses to the sound of her easy, patient breathing.

His Lucienne watches him, and she's never judged him for what he is. More than anything he wants to protect her. He wants to be good for her. He thrusts between her breasts, slow and wet, and it feels so good he fights to keep his eyes open and his hands on her when they would prefer to clap over his mouth to stifle the mortifying sounds he's making.

She looks down at the slide of his cock, then up at his face through her lashes. She is panting now, her brows drawn in apparent ecstasy, like he is making love to her, not rutting like an animal on her chest. "Lucienne," Dream chokes out, because she is beautiful, and on a particularly sharp thrust her chest jiggles, and he is suddenly quite desperate. "Lucienne—where can I—"

Lucienne hums consideringly. He cannot understand why she likes this part so much. "Right where you are," she says, and he chokes. "Like I'm a painting."

More beautiful than any painting, he wants to tell her. Intelligent and elegant and wise and funny and industrious and unflappable and stern and he is not worthy of spending on her breasts, surely, but the thought of it has him more than halfway there. He gasps with the build, overcome by the hurdle of it as he always is, tears stinging his eyes, hoarse pained sounds from his throat. One last push and he watches himself dribble and spurt, feels the pulse of it through his entire corporeal form. He feels the guards which keep Him from Everything flex as though wounded under the strain. They hold, though, and his body jerks, and he whimpers horribly, and she pets his thighs to soothe their shaking.

"Look at that," Lucienne murmurs, and she draws one hand up to drag her fingertips through the mess on her chest, the beads and dribbles of his spend. He stares and shakes and twitches when she raises that hand to her mouth and licks her fingers clean one by one. "Not so bad, was it?"

"Good," he mumbles, and her grin is radiant.

[poolboyservice]

some sys HCs about Fun Ghoul because there is like no OSDDID HCs in the killjoys except for 2 things and I'm willing to make that 3

(these are gonna be partly based off of the popular(?) HC that Fun Ghoul was a labrat for BLI, though loosely)

This is Part 1, Part 2 will be more thoroughly discussing the alters outside of Fun Ghoul. This will be a more general overview of the system, what they go through, and and mostly just how Fun Ghoul kind of found out about the system

If ygs are interested, and would like me to do HCs on the other members systems (though I only really HC Fun Ghoul and The Girl as systems, I do like making up HCs for the other members), or have any thoughts, lmk!!

There's around 9 known alters, including Fun Ghoul. There's 1 persecutor (Dasher), 1 introject (Katty, short for Mousekat), 2 littles (Vanta Heart and Rosey Sun), 2 protectors ("Mag" and Coco), 1 caretaker (Mistress), 1 trauma holder (Flash Page), and then Fun Ghoul.

While the rest of the system has fronted before and some even made themselves known to others, Fun Ghoul was mostly unaware of the system for a long time.

The only reason Fun Ghoul manages to catch on a bit is because he has a camera he uses to record for projects or for future reference, and the alters in the system tend to record things on their own, ESPECIALLY the littles, but some of them forget to delete them afterward so Fun Ghoul doesn't find them. As you probably inferred, Fun Ghoul finds the recordings, and finds it really weird, so he investigates, and starts by asking Kobra Kid, as they both work on the trans am together, so he assumed he did those videos. After discussing, Fun Ghoul is confused to learn it was supposedly him that did those videos, and even went by names he never even heard of let alone considered as a name.

After a while of discussing with Kobra Kid on what's been happening, and what's wrong with them, with the little information they have, he decides to be honest and talk with the rest of the group about this. This was reacted to with a general consensus of shock.. but not for the reason he thought. Apparently, they were already aware of some of his alters, but thought he knew so that's why they didn't mention it. When learning of that, he's quite frankly more confused than the rest of his group. When questioned on how long it was like this, Party Poison explained he was always like that, even when they first found him.

Despite all of this, none of them really know the term for what he has, though Jet Star recalls hearing a condition that's similar to what's happening to him, but she can't put her tongue on what it was called.

For a few days after this reveal, Fun Ghoul was just in a constant state of shock. He didn't really talk to anyone and even if he did, it was very brief. He often stayed at their current shelter with The Girl as the others did supply runs and whatnot to just process what the hell happened, which everyone was understanding about.

While unaware of the trauma, Fun Ghoul feels intense fear and hatred whenever he sees the Director or even hears her mentioned, though he can't understand why. This fear also reaches to not only the pornodroids (to an extent anyway), but his own face. He often refuses to look in the mirror, because he's reminded of her, even if only faintly. (as he is the "child" of The Director, a clone, so he looks pretty similar to her)

Fun Ghoul gets nasty headaches, nearly got himself killed during a run in with the dracs because of them. In some of these headaches, he actively refuses to take off his mask, covers his ears tightly as he sits alone in a corner, pushing everyone away. The only person he occasionally allows to come close is Kobra Kid, very rarely The Girl.

and that's all I can think of rn lmao 💔 sorry if it's not really something you'd like, i know it isn't very much but I'm working on half a braincell give me a break (/dram)

[peculiarbeauty]

oh great , here rose goes again talking about la belle et la bête .

i think about this quote a lot and it’s just been brought back up so i might finally talk about it more. obviously i cherry pick in diff renditions because many tellings have different accounts but we are cherry picking specifically from jean cocteau here:

the beast: beauty, you mustn't look into my eyes. you needn't fear. you will never see me, except each evening at 7:00, when you will dine, and i will come to the great hall. and never look into my eyes.

beast within jean cocteau’s world is someone who never forces himself upon beauty. he acknowledges how monstrous he looks. how he feels that no human woman could ever love him. with beauty living within his abode , he sees her and is captivated by her. he gives her gifts and wealth of time to herself. when she develops feelings for him , he thinks she is odd. different. strange. this is why i like to separate the original telling from disney when writing here. beast was quite tame in how he approached beauty in this as he did not want to scare her; yes she was his prisoner but he had fallen irrevocably in love with her from the start. he knows that if he was to be made prisoner in a household with a monstrous being , he would not go so easily. i think his gentle heart shows more thoroughly in this scene. and it is quite early on !!! yes he still has a temper .. yes he puts threats out there but it's different in how it's approached.

the beast: i have a good heart, but i am a monster. beauty: there are men far more monstrous than you, though they conceal it well.

beauty is still very headstrong in this. she is true to herself. honest when she feels trapped. honest when she loves someone. i think this is one of the best quotes featured because it IS what the story is about. beauty knows how she might sound but she doesn't care by the end of the story .. which ultimately carries over in most renditions. it's not her fault she has fallen in love with someone like the beast after all. he is more genuine because his heart has been shattered countless times. he has been dealt a heavy blow to his heart. there is a broken man deep within a beast.

going off of beauty's headstrong nature too , she is not afraid to admit that the individual who took her hostage is also the one who is the most gentle here:

beauty's father: beauty, i saw him. that face is hideous. beauty: at first i was indeed afraid, father. now, i sometimes feel like bursting out laughing. but, then i look into his eyes and they're so sad, that i have to turn away from crying.

beast and his sad eyes tend to carry over in many renditions. they say that the eyes are the window of our soul after all. i like to think that every beauty / belle in every story is found to feel something for a man with sad eyes like beast possesses.

beauty: what are you doing at my door at this hour? god, you're covered with blood! the beast: forgive me. beauty: what should i forgive you for? the beast: for being a beast. forgive me.

beast apologizes pretty profusely to her for being the way he is. he wishes he could change it for her and live happily as a human FOR HER .. because he assumes that is what she would want. because there is no one as beautiful and as genuine as she is and she deserves everything.

also , one of my favorite quotes below :

beauty: can such miracles really happen? the beast: you and i are living proof.

not me COMPLETELY wrecked by how genuine this quote is. how two star crossed lovers can find each other in the most unexpected of ways. how fate has led them to each other's side. how they deserve happily ever after :(((

[lonewolflink]

hi! before reading your fic I’d only ever watched one hockey match at my local mall (there’s an ice rink) and it shook me for real. after reading your fic my interest in hockey has resurfaced, but I have no idea where to start. any suggestions?

HELLO!!! i'm sorry this response is so damn late; it's been hectic af around here (here being...my life).

i am genuinely so excited that you're interested in getting into hockey. it is such a fun sport to be a fan of.

*warning*: this is a super long post, because i wanted to answer you thoroughly and make a list of useful resources in case anyone else reading wsc also wanted to get into watching hockey and wasn't sure where to start.

generally speaking, my recommendation is to familiarize yourself with the basic rules of the game, and then maybe pick a team to start following. being a fan is most fun once you start getting invested in the players on the team and know their stories, their connection to the community, etc.

—basic rules of the game—

there are some more (and less) useful guides online to getting into watching hockey. i'll link you a few; peruse at your leisure (and note that some of these posts are pretty old; they're still overall solid though).

(1) i think this short guide is might be the best place to start. it's just some guy on his own personal blog, i think, but that (weirdly) is what makes it a better take than more "official" sports journalism outlets.

(2) this is a really helpful (and fairly short) guide to the different zones of the ice and what they're called, and some other basic concepts of the game. i think it's directed at parents of kids who are starting to play hockey, but still super useful!

(3) this guide doesn't give a ton of detail but it's solid re: concrete basic steps to take to get into hockey.

(4) parts of this guide are outdated (e.g. brendan shanahan no longer runs the department of player safety and is instead the president of the toronto maple leafs) and it's a little pretentious in the way hockey fans can sometimes be, but it gives a sense of the flavor of being a fan of this sport i think.

(5) more on this below, but 2024 began with a bang, as the Professional Women's Hockey League (PWHL) began it's inaugural (!) season. there are some differences between the NHL and the PWHL, some of which are covered here and here. if you're interested in watching women's hockey, that'll be useful!

—picking a team and how to watch—

[note: i am assuming you live in north america. if you do not, some of this might not apply, e.g. picking a favorite team based on geographic proximity]

if you're starting at a baseline of 0 hockey knowledge, you should probably know the names of three hockey leagues: the National Hockey League (NHL, the best men's league in the world), the American Hockey League (AHL, the NHL's minor league where their young prospects usually play for a few years before transitioning to the majors), and the aforementioned Professional Women's Hockey League (PWHL, literally brand new as of a month ago).

NHL Recommendations

—the NHL is a great place to start for watching hockey, largely because it has the best players in the world so the level of play is extremely high and entertaining, and it has some really great personalities in the game right now. i watch the NHL regularly. —if you live in an area that already has an NHL team (or at least one within 2 hours of driving), i'd recommend starting out as a fan of that team. this is bc part of sports culture is to support your home/local team, but also because that gives you more opportunities to see your favorite team play in person. here's a list of all the NHL teams. —watching the NHL on TV or your computer is actually kind of annoying, because the league is run by a bunch of idiots in its bureaucracy. you can watch most games (but for some reason not all of them) if you have ESPN+. here's the nhl's official guide for how/where to watch. —i am a poor grad student so i use other...completely...legal...means to stream NHL games online. they are, as i just said, completely legal (...). but um. nonetheless, if you want to know how to find and use these means...maybe just...shoot me a private message. —if you don't have geographic proximity to any of the NHL teams, there are a few ways to pick a team to follow. some classics:

1. as you learn about hockey and watch some games, you might find yourself starting to have a favorite player. you can start with their team! [message me or send another ask if you want some recs for players to look into!]

2. pick the jersey you think is coolest. it's how kids pick their favorite teams half the time, so why not us? here's a link to an article that that ranks the current home jerseys of teams. i STRONGLY disagree with these rankings, but the photos of the jerseys are high quality so you can see them well. you can also see each team's away jersey and third/alternate jersey designs here.

3. pick a fun, up and coming team to follow. some notes on this: —for example, if i were you and could pick any team, i would probably not pick my very own favs the washington capitals. they were one of the dominant teams of the last 15 or so years because our captain is the greatest goalscorer of all time. however, he is now 38 (ancient by athlete standards) and the team is on its decline. —by contrast, a team like the edmonton oilers is super exciting to watch; they're considered current championship contenders because they have by far the best player in the world, connor mcdavid (aka "McJesus"). they're kind of a heart attack to watch because they have insane offense but not amazing defense, so they score a lot and get scored on a lot. they're a team with amazing history (wayne gretzky's dynasty oilers in the 80s), but were TERRIBLE for decades until mcdavid came around. he's trying to bring the franchise back to glory from the pathetic ashes it turned into. —then there's teams like the montreal canadiens or buffalo sabres, who have been really bad the last while but drafted a ton of great young players who are on the verge of becoming superstars. they'll probably not make the playoffs this year (and maybe not next year) but they'll be on the cusp soon and getting into a journey like that with a young team early on is super fun. —in general, teams i'd stay away from being a fan of, if you have a choice:

-washington capitals/pittsburgh penguins/st. louis blues (formerly top teams in the league, now on the decline) -toronto maple leafs (the most tortured fans (and also somehow the most annoying and entitled), don't join their ranks) -arizona coyotes/columbus blue jackets (disaster franchises (sorry fans of those teams! it's true!!) traditionally have been poorly run) -chicago blackhawks (they do have the next great superstar in connor bedard, but they've had some really messed up scandals in their organization and it leaves a bad taste in my mouth) -new york rangers/islanders (unless you're from nyc...don't)

—recs for current good teams if you want to come in when they're already hot, they're all pretty fun teams tbh: -carolina hurricanes -colorado avalanche (recent champions) -new jersey devils -florida panthers -seattle kraken -vancouver canucks -vegas golden knights (recent champions) -edmonton oilers

—recs for up and coming young teams that will break out in the next 1-4 seasons, i think: -anaheim ducks -buffalo sabres -detroit red wings -montreal canadiens (would be my pick, i low key love them) -ottawa senators

AHL Recommendations

it can be super fun to follow an AHL team if you happen to live near one. tickets to AHL games are SUPER cheap, and the arenas are smaller and more intimate. you get to see some really talented players early in their career before they become superstars, and this can also help you pick a favorite player to follow (and thereby, later, a favorite nhl team) for their career! i love going to AHL games, and did that a lot in high school.

here's the list of AHL teams.

PWHL Recommendations

tragically, i have been so busy in 2024 so far that i haven't been able to get into the PWHL yet. however, i'd really like to, once i have a bit more time.

because the league is in its infancy, there are only six teams: -boston -minnesota -montreal -new york -ottawa -toronto

they don't currently have team names outside of the cities, but i think those are coming next season. for myself, i already know i'm going to be a montreal fan (i lived there for 5 years, and montreal's hockey culture is in my opinion the best in the world).

the pwhl is great for many reasons. -first of all, women athletes. let's fucking go!!! -second of all, we get things like two fiancees playing on the same team (on the same line!!) and celebrating together when they score a goal. -third of all, women's hockey has traditionally had a different ruleset from men's hockey to discourage the more...violent aspects of the sport. but the PWHL...has been honestly violent af so far, at least from the highlights i've seen. could be that hitting is still against the rules, but seems like the refs don't really give a shit, so the games are bloodthirsty lol -fourth, and perhaps most importantly, it is super easy and convenient to watch the PWHL. they stream every (!) game on their youtube channel for free!

for more info on the season schedule and how to watch, look here.

also, speaking generally, i'll probably be reblogging some pwhl content on tumblr so you can peep some of the people i'm reblogging and poke around until you find a team or player you like! :)

OK THAT'S IT SORRY FOR THIS LONG ASS POST I JUST WANTED TO ACTUALLY DO YOUR QUESTION JUSTICE, HOPEFULLY I DID AN OKAY JOB!! PLEASE ENJOY YOUR HOCKEY JOURNEY!!!!!!!!!! <3

[gaiaxygang]

perth & chimon's covers at their events

decided to compile a small list of songs perthchi have covered at their events. for fun. also because i am unwell about some of these song choices (this is excluding older events and stuff like musicon which i might make a different post for)

1. unmovable - bright vachirawit. (official mv)

part of the boys dont cry project. most notably performed at nlmg final ep fanmeet, but they've sung it a few other times. perthchimon picked this one out themselves (i assume this goes for pretty much every event)

2. the secret in our hearts - gun achi & amp (official mv)

ost of sotus the series. performed at gmmtv fanday in osaka, possibly because sotus director lit phadung is also one of two dangerous romance directors? its hard to find footage of osaka fanday so im not sure lmaoaoao

they also covered it entirely in japanese.... i am unable to find a full video anywhere though

3. youniverse - nanon korapat (official mv, album ver with subs)

ost of youniverse, but nanon has pretty much claimed it as his own. chimon's solo performance for osaka fanday. chimon was in youniverse (the miniseries and the mv) and he performed this with nanon few years back as well!

4. have i found - sea tawinan (official mv)

ost of vice versa. perth's solo performance for osaka fanday (we got SO MANY good covers but so little footage). vice versa is the first gmmtv series perth appeared in. he also played guitar in his performance

ever since dangerous romance aired they've been singing the ost at all their events. BUT!

5. unidentified wonder - nanon korapat (official mv)

towards the end of their recent fanmeets (seoul and macau) they've been singing nanon's solo unidentified wonder! the performance is always super fun because its a higher energy song. they usually interact with fans during it too

i might be missing out a few, i didnt really check thoroughly. the lyrics of these really make me go ..... Hmm .......... all lovely songs and i recommend giving them a listen

[professorcupcake89]

I am Tim, I operate BDSM101.ICU. I am a Dom, and have been so for over a decade and a half. I won't even try to pretend that I know everything, but I know enough that educating people newly on their BDSM journey is well within my capabilities. Educating would make me an educator, and as such, I have adapted and adopted a Kink educator code of conduct listed below.

INTRODUCTION

The Kink Education Code of Conduct (KECC) establishes a code of conduct for kink educators and producers. It provides practical guidance for navigating many of the ethical dilemmas we face and creates a framework for clear communication between educators and producers.

The KECC is a roadmap for reasonable human beings, not a precise legal code. You should interpret it using good judgment and good faith, seeking always to adhere to the spirit of the code.

This is the educator version of the KECC. This code has been altered to reflect my personal work, such as removing student portions as I do not currently work with classes and students.

MODELING CONSENT

I consistently practice excellent consent in private and in public. Excellent consent is:

Verbal or written when I am teaching or playing in public. Verbal, written, or covered by a pre-existing relationship or negotiation when in private.

Fully informed, where all parties understand what is agreed to.

Expressed with explicit or enthusiastic agreement.

Consistent and continuous.

Not coerced, not forced, and free of manipulation.

PROFESSIONAL COMPETENCE

I teach within my area of expertise:

I only teach material I thoroughly understand and am capable of teaching correctly.

If I teach techniques that are contrary to commonly accepted best practices, I clearly communicate that and explain my reasons for doing so.

When teaching any topic in the domain of a particular profession—for example physical fitness, stretching and warmup, anatomy, nerves, blood play, breath play, hypnosis, trauma response, mental health, legal issues, or any kind of medical play—I explicitly explain whether:

I have relevant professional qualifications, or

I have reviewed the material I am teaching with a qualified professional, or

I am teaching my own opinion.

I respect each person’s right to choose their own risk profile:

I do not pressure anyone to perform techniques outside their risk profile.

I make it clear that students are welcome to audit any techniques they are not comfortable performing.

If I teach high-risk techniques or activities, I clearly communicate the risks involved and I encourage my students to negotiate in class before engaging in any hands-on practice.

I respect each venue’s policies about high-risk activities.

INCLUSION

I treat everyone in a respectful manner and make them feel welcome:

In both my personal and professional lives, I do not discriminate against someone because of that person's race, color, religion, sex (including gender identity, sexual orientation, sexuality, and pregnancy status), national origin, age, disability, or genetic information. I also do not retaliate against anyone because they have submitted a complaint about discrimination.

I do not intentionally do anything that creates a hostile environment for any group of people.

I apologize when something I do creates a hostile environment for any group of people.

I use correct pronouns for each person. I ask people what pronouns they use when I am not sure.

Except when teaching gender-specific topics, I present material in a gender-neutral fashion rather than assuming specific gender roles.

Whenever possible, I teach techniques that are applicable to all genders, body types, and physical abilities.

ACCOUNTABILITY

I hold myself accountable for my actions and enable the community to help hold me accountable:

I acknowledge that I am flawed and will not always succeed at applying this code of conduct to my behaviors and actions.

I respectfully and proactively seek feedback from the people I play with, the people I teach, my peers, community leaders, and others.

I acknowledge my inevitable mistakes and am receptive to others telling me when I have fallen short.

When I make a mistake I do my best to apologize, make things right, learn from the experience, and make changes to ensure the same mistakes don’t happen again.

I engage openly and honestly when addressing any reported consent issues, including participating in an accountability process with anyone who reports that I violated their consent or injured them.

I follow this code of conduct and the accountability processes of producers and organizations I work with.

I post this Code of Conduct wherever I have an online presence and explicitly state that I have voluntarily committed to following it.

I have at least one accountability contact and make their contact information available wherever I have an online presence, as well as in my class handouts. *

I do not use any kind of non-disclosure agreement or threat of legal action to prevent my partners from discussing their experiences with me.

PROFESSIONAL CONDUCT

I am a professional:

I represent myself honestly, giving complete answers to all questions during the booking process.

I provide complete and accurate information about my experience and qualifications.

I am clear and up-front about my expectations regarding logistics and compensation.

I show up on time and prepared.

I understand my conduct reflects on the venues that hire me and behave in a professional and responsible fashion while working.

DISCLOSURE AND PRIVACY

I proactively provide producers with complete and accurate information about:

Any consent incidents I have caused or been accused of

Any injuries I have caused or been accused of

Any accountability processes I have been the focus of When disclosing information to producers or in public, I am careful to protect the privacy of anyone I may have harmed.

I respect other people’s right to freely discuss their experiences with me:

I never pressure anyone to keep quiet about their experience with me, nor do I ask my partners to refrain from discussing their experiences with me or others.

I do not retaliate against anyone for sharing their concerns about me with others, either directly or via third parties.

I respect everyone’s right to hold private discussions about educators and venues:

I do not ask anyone to share private information with me, nor will I look at information that should not have been shared with me.

I do not harass, challenge, or question anyone who shares information about me in a private forum.

* I am working on fulfilling this one, and will be actively shared once I do have someone I feel is capable of fulfilling the accountability point of contact for me.

[recareels]

Would thoma ever go against ayato's wishes when it came to reader?

(i am going to assume we are talking about my yakuza au but irregardless this is how i feel in canon/in any general sense as well!) no, never!!!

thoma is as loyal and as obedient as they come. he loves ayato, possibly even more than he loves reader, in this very deep, very intimate sense that goes beyond any sort of romantic or sensual love, that is rooted at the very core of his soul; a part of him now, irrevocable and irremovable. he thinks the world of ayato, admires him to the furthest stars and back, in awe of his sense and stability, his ration and reason, his determination and dedication. he covets the kamisato’s strength; a strength that far exceeds anything purely physical, a strength that permeates their entire being, something that is inherent and flows through all aspects of their lives: judgement and intelligence and wisdom and decision making, always careful and cautious and clever with each, and thoma is endlessly learning and gleaning from both of them. i love ayato’s voice line about preferring dogs over cats because he values obedience and finds loyalty an ‘attractive quality’, and then the fact that he mentions thoma being exceptionally loyal to the kamisato clan; it just further cements the fact that thoma is ayato’s favourite dog <3

as such, ayato and thoma are extremely honest and open with each other, and their lines of communication are thick and sturdy. they absolutely communicate with each other more than either of them communicate with reader in the sense that they are entirely, 100% honest with one another—whereas with reader they will often lie via omission, purposefully omitting specific details they deem unnecessary for her to know or worry about. thoma is the only person ayato trusts with his baby completely and wholly, so thoma often takes on the combined role of babysitter/bodyguard any time ayato cannot fill this position himself—which is, unfortunately, extremely often given the nature of his job.

due to this fact, thoma has been given a meticulous set of rules and several different itineraries—one for every situation ayato deems to have a decent probability of occurring—that thoma is to refer to and operate by while performing his babysitter/bodyguard duties. thus, when it comes to reader, thoma lives and dies by these criteria, and he will not dare to stray from them, no matter how much reader begs and pleads and cries; he is extremely strong and extremely stubborn with this fact.

but should anything unexpected happen to occur, anything not covered by the extensive documents ayato has prepared for thoma, he is merely a phone call away for counsel—and ayato always picks up when it’s his favourite puppy calling <3

(he also trusts thoma so thoroughly that he has given him clearance to make his own informed decisions when it comes to an issue not outlined by the several criteria he has been provided with, but thoma would rather call ayato and receive his opinions and guidance before moving forward)

[gubgam]

Hi I’m a person on tumblr who just thinks they are smart- oh wait just kidding! I’m a microbiologist! And that shit do kill people, @teaboot is right. Here’s why for those who aren’t so sure, and more information to fight misinformation. Kindly direct anyone spreading it to this post.

—If you have OCD (like I do) and/or contamination issues (… like I do) this is a warning— but it might help you like it helped me

Ok I think this anon is coming from an understanding that when food spoils the texture or taste changes, or the organisms in it make you feel sick, at the worst, and your body deals with it. They are probably thinking of food poisoning, which happens because of toxins made by microbes that could be dead or alive (even if you kill them by heating or freezing, they already made the toxins and they still work unless it’s a small few like botulism toxin). Most people get food poisoning a few times a year, but overall usually the symptoms are so mild we don’t even know!

BUT this is what anon thinks happens ALL THE TIME. And it’s easy to see it that way. I have survived eating very moldy bread twice (on accident). My own extended family didn’t think mold was bad and have -to my horror- suggested just scraping mold off the top. The mold you see isn’t all the mold, the hyphae are in the whole thing, therefore the mycotoxins are in the whole thing. But, ingesting LESS toxins is better. I’m sure we can agree on that. When you can see that food has spoiled, there are a lot more microbes and therefore, a lot more toxins.

You can also get infections from microbes that have spoiled your food (food infection), you need to eat a high enough number of living ones to actually get infected. This is what cooking food thoroughly helps prevent, but doesn’t guarantee your food is germ free or will stay that way. But again, if your food is spoiled! There are lots and lots of cells! The risk of getting infected is way higher!

Cooking does kill some pathogens, which is why we do it. But not all. Some arrive later because meat is free food and has to decay somehow. The most lethal pathogen can arrive on meat from the environment this way and I will talk about it later.

If the organism eats meat, I am sorry to tell you this, but you are also meat.

Not all fermented/“spoiled” foods will kill you, sometimes we spoil food on purpose to make them last longer and to keep other organisms out, this happens with cheese. The same mold that covers Brie is ok to eat! If you see other molds it isn’t safe to assume they are and you can’t identify species by just lookin’ at em! Or smelling! Or whatever!

So numbers is the real game here, and the best way to see that *after* your food has already been prepared and stored right, is expiration dates (not ‘best by’ necessarily). Expiration dates are calculated by math. Early on there aren’t enough to get you sick but over time they grow and multiply (and some make more toxins!) so we use math to figure out when that most likely is. It’s not always exact and comes with that wiggle room to keep you safe. But if you see spoilage you KNOW that stuff is growing in there. Just don’t eat it.

—another warning: what is below is about worst case scenarios, if you have contamination issues don’t read this, it does NOT include helpful advice to anyone but anon and people who still don’t believe me—

People die from a pathogen that can contaminate meat after it is cooked and stored because it exists in a lot of places already. It is rare, but makes up the largest % of the annual fatalities. Keeping meat in the fridge does not prevent this bacteria from growing, so it will, and it likely reaches high enough numbers to infect you once you notice it is spoiled. In the intestine it can be carried by blood and lymph cells to other organs, especially the liver. From there, they can infect your central nervous system, grow inside your neurons and cause meningitis, where your brain and spinal chord swell until you die. Message me if you want to know the name of this example pathogen, but you can also google “lethal cases of food infection/poisoning” and you probably should anyway. They do exist and I hope you don’t spread misinformation again. (this is from ‘Brock Biology of Microorganisms’, 2015 pg 911, 912, 916 & 917. It can be found on the Internet Archive if you don’t want to buy the book like I did)

I'm aware that this is a pretty big blog, so I try to avoid putting people on blast- mostly cause I don't want anyone tracking folks down and dogpiling on them for the unforgivable sin of "being wrong about a thing",

Because we are all hilariously, ridiculously and unabashedly incorrect about things at times, and that doesn't deserve the embarrassment of a thousand jeering, judging strangers with their careless mockery and casual insults,

That being said

BITCH THAT SHIT DO KILLS PEOPLE