#rip souffle

[indagold-orchid]

Stop Jumping, Idiot.

[theteaisaddictive]

CLARA MY BELOVED!!!

[thewolvesof1998]

Fuck it Friday

Tagged by @hippolotamus and @daffi-990

Still toiling away for NaNoWriMo and I've been working some more on Alright, Cowboy, Go Get 'Em chapter three (previous snippet and Masterlist):

“I did, didn’t I? Well, I can’t do that if you’re clothes are on,” Eddie says withdrawing his hand from Buck’s underwear. Buck whimpers at the loss of contact before Eddie’s words register, as soon as they do Buck sits up and rips off his shirt. He moves on to his underwear but instead of standing up to take it off, like a sane person, Buck lies down and lifts his hips in the air and pulls them halfway down his thighs. Eddie watches, captivated, as Buck desperately tries to pull them off but they get stuck on one of his ankles. Finally, after a lot of swearing Buck manages to get them off, he throws them on the floor and lies back slightly panting, cheeks pink and avoiding meeting Eddie’s eyes.  “I don’t suppose you can forget you just saw that?” Buck asks Eddie snorts, “I think that will be burned into my memory for the rest of my life.” Buck throws his arm over his face, “Oh good, great.” “Buck,” Eddie places his hand on Buck’s arm. “Just let me die of embarrassment.” “Buck,” He tries to tug Buck’s arm away from his face but it’s like trying to bend metal, goddamn he like how strong Buck is a little too much, “Darlin’,” but even the nickname doesn’t work. Eddie sighs, “Baby please, I need you to look at me.”  He gets a muffled ‘why’ From Buck, “Because you need to see the truth on my face when I say that you being so desperate for me that you couldn’t even wait to stand to get naked is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”  “Say it again?” Buck asks, his arm finally lowering.  “What? You’re so desperate for me?” Buck shivers “Yes-” shakes his head “-No, the other thing.” Eddie feels a smile tug at his lips, “Baby?” Buck practically melts at the term, “You like when I call you baby?” Buck gives a small nod.  Eddie leans over and presses an open mouth kiss to Buck’s pulse point, “Such a desperate baby, huh?”

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[markthekng]

October 30th, 10:00 A.M. EST.

GaryJohn fans, get ready for the 4 chapter horror I've been trying to hype up. (Fic summary under the cut)

Ferme les yeux, retiens ton souffle, avale-le

John couldn't possibly reach a lower point in life. He hates himself, his life has gone to shit, he can't even look at himself in the mirror without wanting to rip his skin to pieces, now to add to the misery, he's moving into a new apartment complex and he couldn't be more stressed.

Amid the stress, he finds that residing in the apartment building is a stranger just a little bit taller and a little bit older who's a lot like him, and whom he takes an instant interest in. With this new friend (who John hopes could maybe one day be more) he starts to feel just a little bit more reassured.

But amid a string of disappearances within the apartments, residents dying like cattle, most of their corpses missing except for a few choice organs, John really should be questioning just how much he can trust this new friend of his, and why his breath smells just a little bit off.

[nancypullen]

I Was Almost On CNN

It's been a day. Living in Dogpatch has many drawbacks and for the most part I have adjusted. I've been looking for a certain food item, nothing fancy, and haven't been able to find it. I'm not searching for white truffles or beluga caviar, just a freakin' carton of peppermint ice cream. Let me explain. I'm a granny, and for decades I have put Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners on the table. All of the family favorites, mostly southern recipes, make an appearance. The table groans under the weight of all the casseroles and we groan after we eat all of that buttery, rich food. Last month as I cooked our Thanksgiving feast, I was not having as much fun as in years past. I kept looking at the massive amounts of not-so-healthy foods and just felt icky. My family, however, is sentimental about the traditional meal. So I cooked for two days, put it on the holiday table, and the meal was over in 25 minutes. I'm not saying it wasn't appreciated, my family is very kind about that - but it took longer to clear the table and load the dishwasher than it did for the meal to be consumed. Just one more reason to make a change. A couple of days after Thanksgiving I declared that our Christmas dinner would not be the same old stuff. The menfolk looked at me like deer in the headlights. It wasn't until I said that maybe I'd make a brisket that they relaxed a little. Did they think I was going to put a platter of PB&J on the table? I told them that the sides would be greatly reduced because we don't need all of the carbs/butter/sugar/name a poison. Sure, they'll miss the sweet potato souffle covered in brown sugar and pecans, but they'll thank me later. I'm keeping the hashbrown casserole for two reasons - it'll go great with the brisket, and they'd really miss it. I'm going to add some maple bacon brussels sprouts, and a sheet pan of ranch crescent rolls. . I'll marinate the brisket overnight and cook it slow in the oven on Christmas day. That's it. It's an embarrassingly simple meal, and about a week ago I started feeling guilty. I mean, really guilty. Those old holiday meals made my family happy. They expect those twice-a-year dishes from me. I just ripped those traditions to shreds because I'm tired.

I was swimming in that guilt when I realized that although I've got brownies, sugar cookies, etc available - I'd made no plan for a dessert after Christmas dinner. I am failing at every turn. That's when I decided that we'd have a dense, dark chocolate cake...and peppermint ice cream. I've done it before and it's a delightful, wintery, holiday dessert. Easy, simple, winner! Until I started looking for peppermint ice cream. In the past *cough*not here*cough* I'd drive 4 miles to any number of fine grocery stores, pick up a carton, and toss it in the freezer until needed. Not here. In Caroline County people act as if they've never heard of it. Today I dragged Matt with me and drove the 30 minutes to Easton because according to their website Harris Teeter had some in stock. They lied. I looked at every freezer shelf and even the seasonal end cap freezers. No dice. Another phone consultation showed that Target had 4 in stock. They also lied. Mind you, this hunt involved searching for parking and working through crowded stores because it's the 23rd of December. Normally I wouldn't be caught dead in a store at this stage of the game. It would have been easier at this point to just choose a different flavor, but nothing else would have the same festive flair. I considered a carton of black cherry but I just couldn't give up. Another phone search revealed that the Giant supermarket across town supposedly had peppermint ice cream. Off I went. I was not feeling optimistic. In my head I was feeling the burden of my family's expectations - I'd already torpedoed their normal Christmas meal, then I'd chosen to take the easy way out on dessert as well. I'd promised peppermint ice cream and I would die trying to make that happen. I'll add that I am tired, I have a lot to do the next couple of days, and I JUST WANTED THIS ONE WIN. We pulled into a parking spot at Giant and I looked at Matt who had been cheerful all day (this quick trip had turned into 3 hours), and I said, "Just warning you. I'm this close to a melt down. If they don't have it I might turn into that crazy customer that starts pushing over displays." His eyes widened for a second and then he grinned. Deep down, he knew that I wouldn't do any such thing. But he'd also get a kick out of witnessing it if I did. We walked to the back of the store to the freezer section and began our search. Various vanillas, so much mint chocolate chip, butter pecan, Oreo, Snickers, pistachio (my favorite!) and just as I was suggesting that maybe I could just buy vanilla and crush up candy canes to sprinkle on top - Matt spotted it. Not a carton, but four of those pint-sized Häagen-Dazs containers of peppermint ice cream. I started hemming and hawing because buying four pricier pints was not my plan, and that's when Matt scooped them all up and said, "I'm buying them." I think he was over the whole issue. Fair. Especially after I'd said I might go postal in Giant. So I grabbed a carton of neopolitan for the grandgirl and hurried to check out. Matt was already in self-checkout and we met at the door. I felt awful that he'd paid for the ice cream (I'll sneak cash into his wallet) and then felt like a big baby when he whipped out the latest copy of Southern Living. I'd reached for it earlier and then decided I didn't need it because it would be full of recipes that it's too late to include in my plans. He was sweet enough to surprise me with it. Four pints of Häagen-Dazs and a magazine kept me off CNN. There will not be a feature story of a crazy woman flipping shelves of candy canes and poinsettias in a small town grocery store in Maryland. It's a Christmas miracle. I did this to myself. I changed the tradition, my stress is self-inflicted. I'm was so worried about Christmas not being perfect for my family that I forgot how sweet they are, and what's important. I could serve Beanie Weenies and we'd still laugh around the table. I could have chosen any flavor of ice cream and our

 holiday would still be merry. I'm surrounded by kind,loving people who would really prefer that I stop stressing over the little details. That should probably be a goal of mine for 2025. What's that old saying? It's not what's on the table, it's who's in the chairs. Looking at it that way, our Christmas is already perfect. I'm one lucky duck.

From me to you, whatever has your shoulders up around your ears and your teeth clenched. Let it go. None of it will matter in a year. The people who love you will keep right on loving you, and those who don't...well, who cares? Take a deep breath and thank your lucky stars for the good people in your life. What a gift.

Stay safe, stay well, stay sane. XOXO, Nancy

[pop-squeak]

Doing this instead my midterms because if I write one more word on Jane Austen I’m gonna tear my hair out:

along with being a good cook Bertie is also an amazing baker and is always baking new recipes for Jeeves to try

Every Christmas/Jeeves’ birthday Bertie get’s him a really bad article of clothing and whenever he doesn’t something really wonderful Jeeves will wear one of them

Bertie’s horrible at tieing a tie so much so that Jeeves need to help him with his own (might have to get really close durning that)

They’re dynamic is a little bit swapped

“Wow look at Jeeves and his shitty man servant Wooster”

I like to think that the rest of the drones club are also manservants, just a whole army of semi-competent servants.

im drawing something for this rn but its taking too long to finish so im just gonna reply now

again YES YOU ARE SO RIGHT HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS AU BETTER THAN I DO OMG

what kinda baked goods do you think bertie would enjoy making? personally I think he'd enjoy the challenge of a souffle. He'd get to make Jeeves be quiet and careful while it's baking too(let's be real, Jeeves already is quiet, but bertie still likes the thrill of ordering him around a little, and Jeeves thinks its funny)

Every Christmas Jeeves gives bertie a weirdly large bonus, along with a super sweet and personal gift. The bonus is in case bertie wants to save up and leave him, start his own business or something. Jeeves hates the idea, but he strongly believes in 'if you love something let it go,' and every year bertie stays with him is another year he thinks just maybe bertie might care for him too.

I love this idea. so so much. If I ever find my iPad I will be drawing a comic.

Jeeves hates it whenever people shit on bertie, he wants to rip them apart("strong words from someone wearing a bowler hat with that pocket square" and such) but bertie always takes it in good humor

IM NOT EVEN KIDDING I WAS THINKING ABOUT VALET GUSSIE YESTERDAY I think he'd be really good at it. Tuppy on the other hand...

[vacantgodling]

🐙 share a snippet where the character is being a brat/smartass

i love when hya and amon bicker lmao

Amon ordered the most expensive coffee on the menu: Bugendu Souffle Foam Dream; which seemed to be a house specialty. Hyacinthus looked at the price and deadpanned him, then ordered his usual bled: Misted Ivory Geisha. The two lapsed into oddly pleasant conversation, with Amon doing most of the talking between sips of his decadent, sweet drink.

“Are you sure you don’t want a taste?” He asked, licking foam from his upper lip with a playful swipe of his tongue. Hyacinthus rolled his eyes. “It smells far too sweet.”

“Yet it’s bitter underneath the fluff, just like you, my lord.”

Hyacinthus rolled his eyes again, harder this time just to make the point, but didn’t argue. Amon’s smug grin was enough bruise, so he ignored him. From the confines of his small clutch, Hyacinthus produced a small letter opening knife, gilded, just as everything else he owned. Amon snorted.

“I didn’t realize you carried such a useless trinket with you, my lord. Pray tell, who do you usually receive letters from so often to merit it’s purchase?”

Hyacinthus ripped open the letter with little finesse, despite the knife, and Amon tutted. “And now you’ve gone and ruined it, like a brute.”

“You seem to like when I’m brutish.” Hyacinthus observed airily, despite his baritone, and to that, Amon had very little remark.

[theresattrpgforthat]

Do you know any games that are sort of like reality TV shows? Any type of show will do - whether Survivor or The Bachelorette or MasterChef or Real Housewives or This Old House or Fear Factor, I want to know what's out there!

THEME: Reality TV.

Hello friend! I had a lot of fun reading these games. I hope you do too!

Amorous Island, by tucksravin.

Welcome to Amorous Island, where your auras shine bright and your loves loom large.

This is a couples therapy, crystillian reattunement, auric cleansing, and tantric wellness retreat. Your Parent somehow missed that first part about the couples, and brought you here as an early birthday gift. A three month early birthday gift (they never remember the date) but that was fine.

You were enjoying the water and the Sun. And while this crystal crap isn’t up your alley, the Guru isn’t so hard on the eyes and is definitely into you. So, up until now, that too has been fine.

What’s not fine is that your one deepest love, your greatest regret, your Ex has just shown up.

With a new Lover.

Each player will choose one character from the cast - will you be the Protagonist, who wants to fix everything? The Lover, who’s an absolute cinnamon roll but blurts out everything? Or the Guru, who depends wholly on their totally perfect sense of auras to read everyone?

Amorous Island is the perfect set up for a romantic reality tv-show gone wrong. It’s not necessarily a reality tv-show, but you don’t need to do much at all to make it one - as characters all here on a retreat for couples, with pre-established connections to one-another and plenty of reasons to want to stir the pot, you have a bubbling dish of drama just waiting to be served. 

Imaginary Friend Fight, by Logan Jenkins.

Welcome to Imaginary Friend Fight, the no-holds-barred gameshow where we pull impossible people from imaginations throughout the multiverse and pit them against each other in a desperate fight for existence.

The most popular program in the multiverse is The Event. Entities are ripped from their reality to compete in strange challenges. The winner receives an Existence Package allowing them to permanently exist in the Alpha-verse (a coveted existence nexus). The losers are erased from existence entirely; their loved ones will no longer remember them. The Event is being held in a giant stadium filled with beings from throughout the multiverse.

Imaginary Friend Fight is a one-page, rules-light game for 3 or more players. One player is The Host, the entity in charge of The Event. The other players choose any character in media (or maybe your own TTRPG characters from other games!) The Host will choose 3-5 challenges for their Contestants to compete in. These challenges might be things like "bake the most delicious cake" or "get the crowd to cheer the loudest for you." Each Contestant is given points based on how well they performed in the challenge. At the end of The Event, the Contestant with the most points wins!

This is a great game to incorporate characters from different games into one setting for a goofy game, or even as a side-story for your characters in whatever game you’re currently running. What your characters do could be simple or silly; the author references the game show Taskmaster as inspiration. If you want a game where none of your players need to take anything seriously, and the GM wants a place to put whatever ridiculous competition they’ve had stewing in their heads for weeks now to the table, this is exactly the game for you.

Fabulous Folkish Baking Programme, by The Space Jamber.

Get ready, get steady, bake! In this game, join your friends in creating your own episode of everyone's favorite comfortable, bingeable reality television show. Will you rise like your expertly-made dough or collapse like a sad souffle?

The Fabulous Folkish Baking Programme centres on a group of people in the pursuit of baking glory and perfectly flaky bottoms. This rules-light, role-playing focused game is ideal for either folks who are getting gently folded into the world of tabletop role-playing games for the first time, or veteran gamers who just need an easy gaming break before their chocolate splits for good. The only crunch this game should inspire is the crunch of a(n imaginary) well-baked baguette as a bread knife slices into it. Delicious.

This game carries different phases of game play as well as character interviews to allow the different contestants to air their grievances, talk about what they’re making, and express their reactions to criticism or praise. Interviews can also have an effect on your player’s performance - if you do well during the Interview stage, you may get to adjust a future roll in your favour. 

If you want a game that leaves your mouth watering every time you play it, try out The Fabulous Folkish Baking Programme.

Cryptid TV, by yanahn.

A plague of Reality TV stars has descended upon the sleepy town of Mountain Lake ready to hunt down (and capture on camera) anything that looks even remotely like a cryptid - your crew is among them to cause drama, fake hoaxes, and enact sabotage beyond all reckoning.

The catch? You have only a passing familiarity with eldritch world of Showbiz, also you are all SPOOKY CRYPTIDS.

Will you succeed in your chaotic endeavours or will you be lured into a life chasing the fleeting mirage of fame? - Play on to find out!

Cryptid TV is a 3-5 player TTRPG where you play cryptids out to sabotage the dark designs of Reality TV. It is a hack of Honey Heist by Grant Howitt inspired by childhood memories of TV shows about river monsters and cryptids.

This is less about what you see on the screen, and more about what’s behind the scenes. Your players are all trying to sabotage a reality tv show without being caught or selling out to Hollywood. It’s short, it’s easy, and it’s a complete blast.

Not Here To Make Friends, by dannymakesrpgs.

It’s all come down to this. You’ve all endured weeks of stress in a strange environment. Cameras have been in your face constantly, and producers have kept asking you to explain your thoughts and feelings. You have been judged constantly, but you have been found worthy. The end is in sight, and the prize is almost yours. There are other people who have gone through all of this with you, and you are all after the same thing. But you’re not here to make friends. You’re here to win.

Not Here to Make Friends is a tabletop roleplaying game to let you play out an episode of a reality competition television show. Cooking competitions, dating shows, performance contests! Whatever wringer you want to put people through, this game can do it.

This is a game in which you get a say in what exactly your tv show is about. It could be anything from drag to survival, in any setting. Are you bounty hunters in the galactic frontier, racing to find elusive bounties? Are you elves looking for love? It’s up to you.

The game does require a bit o design from the players. You will need to come up with 3-5 traits contestants will need in order to compete, preferably ordered into an acronym. (The acronym is more important than the accuracy.) You’ll also choose from a list of contestant tropes - are they all about drama? Always laid back? A huge fan of the show?

This game also includes staples of reality TV, such as the Talking Head segment, where they explain their feelings and motives to a camera, as well as Jury, where producers will secretly vote for a contestant to win. If you like caricature characters, picking up multiple roles, and the petty over-competitive atmosphere of reality tv, this is a game to check out.

Big Chef Energy, by joshisloud.

Big Chef Energy turns a reality tv style food cooking competition into a ttrpg! This is a cooperative team role playing game. Choose your recipe, collect your ingredients and work with your fellow chefs to cook up the best meal ever for the Judge! The rules are quick and light for easy pick up and play sessions. Each session is fast and exciting with the optional tension of a time limit for each round.

If you like games like Iron Chef, Master Chef, or Chopped, this is the game for you. Each session is a cooking episode, with its own theme and constraints. Players will move through different sections of the competition, rolling to see how they fare, dealing with consequences such as injury, incorrect equipment, or cross contamination. At the end of the Presentation state, the Judge (or GM) will ask questions of the contestants, editing their score based on how their efforts meet the criteria. The session ends when the Judge declares a winner. 

If you like a game with competition and if you like Caltrop Core, the system this game is designed on, I suggest checking out Big Chef Energy. 

lifeLESS, by Level Drain Games.

In the footsteps of the (in)famous cable reality shows and streaming amateurs who have come before, your team of Investigators explore haunted locations in search of the supernatural and unexplained in the hopes of becoming internet sensations! It should be easy, right? A few ghost boxes, a rosary, a Ouija board and some nightvision cameras should make for some great viewing, right? And who knows? Maybe you'll actually capture some photos that could conceivably be argued as evidence of ghosts.

Of course, the ghosts might have something to say about that...

Using the Breathless game system from Fari RPGs,  lifeLESS attempts to emulate all of our favorite ghost-hunting TV programs and popular indie video games like Phasmophobia and Conrad Stevenson's Paranormal P.I.

This is less a game about reality tv and more about a reality tv show gone wrong. You are wannabe tv show hosts, venturing into a haunted location with the hopes of making it big. Unfortunately, you’ve chosen a location that is very much haunted. Your characters will be uncovering clues and dealing with Stress, attempting to make it back to Base Camp in order to recover and resupply in between each venture. There isn’t really a mechanic involved to replicate the tv-show aspect of it, but there is a Celeb character class that can really let you ham it up for the cameras if you so desire.

Ready. Set. Bake, by Sunken Rust.

When you run out of wholesome baking shows to marathon, play as your favourite baker personality in this GBBO-inspired mini-RPG.

With themed recipe challenges, secret ballot voting, and guided mad-lib recipe generation, whip up wild and wacky bakes just like the baking competitions.

Using an original RPG system, Ready Set Bake is ideal for roping in family members and friends who aren't familiar with RPGs but love baking and cooking shows.

This game is directly inspired by the Great British Bake-off. Characters have three skills: Preparation, Bake, and Presentation, which they will rank from -1 to +1. Since this is a Caltrop Core game, they will roll d4s to determine how successful (or unsuccessful) their attempts are.

For the Game Master, or Host, there’s a table to determine the theme of the episode, an outline of how to play out a recipe, and a tracking aid to help you keep track of how each contestant is doing. Character creation is simple and to the point, and the game so clearly knows what it is that it shouldn’t be difficult to teach new players. If you have a group of Bake-off fans, or you like describing delicious desserts, check out Ready. Set. Bake.!

[coolvieilledentelle]

Claude Barzotti, auteur et interprète de l’inoubliable tube Le Rital, est décédé à l’âge de 69 ans. Le chanteur souffrait d'un cancer du pancréas qui s'était généralisé. Chanteur italo-belge à la voix inimitable star des années 1980, connu notamment grâce à des tubes inoubliables comme Le Rital, Je ne t���écrirai plus ou Aime-moi a rendu son dernier souffle chez lui, dans sa villa de Court-Saint-Etienne, samedi 24 juin.

RIP 🙏

[friendlyfatbee]

9th Hottest Ghost: Clem

I’m so sorry I did this to you Clem. 😭

Looks: Pretty average since I couldn’t find any source to base Clem’s beauty off of (Nothing for either Appalachian or Cajun people when I looked into it, or maybe Google is rigged-) Points are deducted due to bad dental hygiene (ONE tooth we can see so far prominently) and stains on his already worn and torn clothes. Chef Souffle has stains on his clothes, but it’s expected from his job and he does not have any wear or tear. What makes Clem so different? Clem’s clothes are understandably stained, but to be torn is unreasonable (Unless Clem is underpaid as his job of, I dunno, BEING THE MECHANIC WHEN THE HOTEL HAS A WHOLE FAUX OCEAN ON ONE FLOOR.) Basically, only points deducted from dental care, ‘ugly’ features like a bulbous chin, overbite, balding, etc, and ripped clothes.

Personality: Pretty good aside from his direct interactions with Luigi. Around the boiler works are various things that presumably belong to Clem such as the duck tea party, a fake date with the bucket and mop dummy, a ten gallon hat resting on a chair, and more, indicating a lot more that happens than just scaring Luigi and laughing when Luigi is scared. There’s also other details such as he fights with a paper fan despite having the ability to summon water mines, getting dizzy and spinning around in his floaty when his spinning attack doesn’t hit Luigi. He even shimmies to get into his inner tube and what I consider to be an adorable animation to do so when he needs to get back in the water during his boss fight. Though his personality does get points deducted for laughing at Luigi’s misfortune by scaring him or turning on a water-pipe line to hit him with water.

Survival Rate: This minimal ranking is why Clem is so low on the list despite being enjoyed (or hated from his boss fight) by LM3 players. Clem can summon water mines, which I may remind people ARE MEANT TO BLOW UP SHIPS. Also considering his knowledge on the environment and it’s pipes, he can definitely flood a room to drown someone.

Niceness Rate: This is also right in the middle considering his behavior toward Luigi, but this can be interpreted as either teasing or sadistic behavior. The redeeming qualities comes from how he allows (and maybe even indulges) the shark goobs by setting up a chair and fishing rod. Who knows what else Clem does that isn’t to Luigi?

Overall, though I absolutely adore Clem and consider him to be in my personal top 2 LM3 ghosts, I admit that he can literally blow up someone with a water mine and might tease too hard. I also suppose I did an actual drawing for Clem this time because of my remorse that he didn’t get a higher score than I expected.

I can confirm however that this is the turning point in the list where ghosts soon begin to show more positive qualities, whether that be looks, personality, survival rate or… just being nice to people lol- but regardless HOORAY! 🎉

[maitresse-des-tempetes]

Ok en est à la forêt des captifs, chapitre 5 !

- Ah ben c'est quand même con que les parents d'Ewilan et son frère soit partis pile au mauvais moment...non mais quand même elle a quatorze ans et Éléa Ril'Morienval est toujours dans les parages c'est pas très responsable de s'absenter dans un endroit où tu sais pertinemment que ta fille ado peut pas te contacter et sachant que personne d'autre peu la rejoindre là où elle est...m'enfin...

- Ça vire dans le complot gouvernemental et la SF j'adore et j'apprécie l'effort de Bottero ça donne un autre ton et le souffle d'un autre genre.

- Oui d'ailleurs triste rappel que malgré nos lois sociale et notre démocratie ben y a quand même des tas de trucs sales qui nous échappe nous simples citoyens, et pas que des affaires de kidnapping d'adolescents magiques à but d'expériences scientifiques.

- RIP Richard Gozère et sa beauté (et ces répliques magnifique "t'as un problème avec la vie ?" / "Je te parles, pauvre taré")

- L'existence de personne ayant des dons qui ne correspondent ni aux sept familles (qui semblent ne même pas connaître leur existence dans L'Autre) ni au don du dessin est ce dont je parlais en tant que parallèle aux dons autres que celui du dessin en Gwendalavir (comme les sculpteurs de branches). Des détails intéressants. Détails menant quelques part ou aspects amenés sans plan dans l'histoire ? Si il avait présenté des personnes avec des dons ressemblant à ceux des membres des septs familles à Ewilan ça aurait fait un lien entre les séries. Autrement, on peut imaginer que ces dons sont rares et peut-être pas héréditaires si les familles n'en ont pas la connaissance.

[jyndor]

Dear Cait,

Greetings and happy November!

This week I have a question to help me narrow down the ideas I have floating for your prompts: Based on your tastes, what ingredients do you look for in an RC fic?

And another question for fun! Do you have a favorite holiday food or treat? 🍪🥧

Sincerely,

Your Secret Santa 🎄❄️✨☃️

P.S. hope you enjoy the corny cooking theme of these questions

omg hi anon! thanks for the corny I love it tbh need some cornbread to get through the agonies :))) I hope I answered these clearly, lmk if you need further clarification 😂

ingredients for rc fanfic:

1 part knowing each other, like even if they are still learning the details they know each other because they are so similar (they are mirrors, the mortifying ordeal of being known)

1 part rage against the machine, obviously their story is set against the backdrop of what they did for the rebellion and to fight the empire, so their politics have always been a thing that I think should show up in some way

1 part found family sweetness, in any universe they'd have their family because that's so central to their story tbh - always yearning for acceptance and finally finding it at the end lol rip

shaken and poured over ice (because I love Fest, I love it featuring in Cassian's backstory even if it's not what we always thought it was)

garnished with a cherry and maybe some nutmeg (let cassian cook, let jyn eat his cooking ofc)

as far as my own favorite holiday treats... hmmm... well my mom makes manicotti from scratch every year for christmas. it's like a crepe pasta that she puts ricotta and some herbs and stuff in and rolls it up, puts marinara on top and shoves it in the oven for a bit. my dad makes a salad and also these individual goat cheese souffles, oh my god. for thanksgiving we always have lentil stew and mashed potatoes, and sometimes we'll make latkes too. and I like sour cream on mine, not apple sauce because idk that's sus to me.

I'd love to know what your fave holiday foods are anon!

[veiledsagacity]

⠀ ⠀ miriam speaks⠀ :

this addictive habit for hurried walks… &. desperate gestures like raising unarmed fingers in the air or unconsciously knocking any object because of the irrelevant present linked to conflicted findings &. innermost hankering for official lucidities beside contrite implorations… or rackety strides without giving a care about the surrounding &. the wire-like calls… or itemizing some… disruptive scenarios like … poetically depicting the lento insistence of a sharpness or… raging because of despicable views immensely defended by privileged assurance of replacement for one-sided party or… an attempt at imagining how to greet death as a future interlocutor available for a philosophical speech by uttering small but staple objections from trembling &. shutting the visual with frail brain-drafted souffle alongside crescent-bitten palms before its irrevocable catch under an irrefragable enforcement &. a positive announcement that hugs the almost–hollow dispatch of all well-intent paces or how to rip an illuminating chandelier from the dirty ceiling &. send it hovering straight to an old-modish deception stilled with immediate bursts of avidity or oppressive designs without caring about a possibility to witness repentance because the injustice found a neat spot in all yonder embarrassing contradictions along with daunting cleanings &. how abusing is the continuous weave of tolerance when the evilness steals places because of an unordered liberty &. the divergence’s confusing arrangements, not resisting global-oriented moves — forward to hesitating more than wise takes. the frame of memories blurred, but still communicating with temporary distinctions between satisfying answers, prickling exasperations &. theoretical-tranced disgusts.

⠀ ⠀ i dislike Karlheinz &. his submissive advocates &. his blind allies… &. uncle Ferid &. his hungry son. i’ll never forgive them.

[thewolvesof1998]

WIP Wednesday

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Here's some more of my Halloween fic (even though Halloween is done) I'm hoping to finish this soon and post it *fingers crossed*:

Eddie’s hands curl around Buck’s thighs, they're stretched obscenely wide across the dark denim, god he loves Buck’s thick thighs and he needs them bare now. “Not the-” Buck protests too late Eddie’s claws are already piercing them, “-jeans…you know I’m going to have to borrow some of your clothes now and no complaining when they get stretched out.” Eddie lets out a pleased rumble at the idea of Buck wearing his clothes, covered in his scent, maybe he’d even let him stretch one of his department shirts just to see DIAZ spread across Buck’s broad shoulders so everyone will know who he belongs to.  “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Buck asks and when Eddie looks up at his face there’s a smug smile on those pretty pink lips. Instead of answering Eddie just drags his claws down, shredding the denim until it scraps hanging from the waistband or in a pile on the floor.  It exposes Buck’s pale blue boxes and how hard he already is, straining against the fabric in the most delicious way. Eddie curls his claws around the waistband of Buck’s jeans and underwear, he looks up into Buck’s lust filled eyes as they slowly shred through the last bits of fabric. Buck’s dick springs free, looking painfully hard and already leaking, firehose huh.  “You know,” Buck says somewhat breathlessly, “I finally understand why people like those bodice-ripper romances, you ripping off my clothes is kinda doing it for me.”

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[mysteriis-moon666]

MALEDICTIONS N°2

L’image du hardos c’est celle d’un être inadapté, un ringard, sectaire, crasseux, satanique, véhiculant des vestiges voués à disparaître, enfin ça c’était avant. Maintenant le metal est ‘’tendance’’, mis en lumière avec « Diabolus in Musica » à la Philharmonie de Paris en racontant son mythe en musiques et en images jusqu’au 29 septembre 2024 en partenariat avec France Inter (hein ????), et l’info est relayé partout par n’importe quel mag happy-friend. Bientôt Arte TV fera gagner des calendriers de l’Avent Motley-crüe de 2021 avec des MonChéri à la liqueur Manowar, et France Inter des porte-clefs coca cola fabriqués en chine populaire au soirée metal de Live Nation.

De plus tu trouveras sur le net pléthore de youtubeurs qui relaient ce qu’ils ont lu ailleurs pour t’expliquer tel groupe, tel genre…Bref et au fin fond de la caverne tu auras le fanzineux. Tiens, on l’avait oublié celui-là, 80% au bas mot, 120 % pour les nouvelles générations (le fanzine est en papier).

Le hardos est fidèle à sa passion. Si les éditions Atlas sortaient une collection des plus grands groupes de metal en maquette d’allumettes chez votre marchand de journaux (à seulement 1,99 €), vous pouvez être certain que les fadas des métaux lourds ne pourraient plus s’arrêter sans avoir la collec complète.

Ok, vous avez déjà entendu mille fois ‘’Le metal est un style qui ne se renouvelle pas, les concerts sont grisonnants’’, ok, nous demandons l’exil et nous prions pour vos âmes, mais surtout foutez nous la paix, cela fait des décennies que nous vivons à côté de vous, comme des vampires, sortons la nuit de nos cimetières pour fleurir les palais de l’occultisme sonique avec tapage. Je ne peux pas changer le monde, mais je ne veux pas que le monde me change. Les groupes, disques, qui comptent sont gravés là où le temps ne détruit rien. Ils sont écrits avec le souffle et le sang. Même oubliés, ils restent cachés quelque part, et ils remonteront à la surface en apportant une partie pour toujours de nous. Alors ne continuez pas à arroser une fleur fanée. Ne laissez pas les disques opportunistes vous crucifier, et le vide toxique enraciner chaque territoire de vos émotions.

Malédictions est un fanzine. Fait par des fans pour des fans.

Réalisé par Camille qui auparavant avait concocté le fanzine Metal Witchcraft, il est accompagné par Léa et Quentin, ce trio façonné dans la forgerie de Vulcain au pays de dôme propage la sainte parole. Vous trouverez dans ce second numéro les interviews de All Borders Kill (Punk Hardcore/Thrash Metal, France), Anthems Of Steel (Festival pour Mäniacs only), Disfuneral (Death Metal, France), Electric Shock (Hard/Heavy, France), EXHAUSTER - Thrash Metal (Thrash Metal, France), NunSlaughter (Death Metal Legend, USA), Profanatica (Black Metal Legend, USA), TRESPASSER (Un-true, un-pure, un-orthodox Black Metal, Suède), VII (Horrorcore/Rap Hardcore) et Wempusa (Doomgaze, France). Avec une centaine de chroniques de disques, de zines et de livres, c’est dense, copieux, généreux, c’est le fanzine parfait pour découvrir ce qui se perpétue dans les grottes, caveaux, bas-fonds et sépultures, levant le glaive au firmament avec la hardiesse de Ronnie James Dio (dernier chasseur de dragon), Malédictions mérite le détour.

Limité à 200 copies, format A4, 96 pages. Pour le commander, envoie un mail à cette adresse : camille.clerc@yahoo.fr

Il doit rester (peut-être) un fond du premier numéro de MALEDICTIONS (tiré à 250 exemplaires), 108 pages de blasphèmes et de musique extrême, avec les interviews sans langue de bois avec Tom G. Warrior (Celtic Frost, Triptykon), Catacomb, Troubadour le fanzine qui bourre (ou plutôt bourrait, RIP), Manzer, Tentation, Herzel, Lord Gallery, Savagery, Lassolas, S.M. Lozen et Preghiera. Sont également au menu des festivités des biographies de Catacomb et Tentation ainsi que plus de 80 chroniques de musique, de livres et de zines. Il y a aussi des badges à l’effigie du fanzine, à prix libre.

[surftheorca]

atone -- episode 1 (part I): fluf'd up drug ring

tw: drug mentions

Tone Avant’s House | Wednesday, 2nd August 10:27am

Tone wakes up to a rather rough knocking at his door. Wearing his usual outside-ready outfit of a white hoodie, a checkered crop-top and black jeans he answers, rubbing his eyes and grumbling about the time of morning (despite his sleep-in).

The person at the door huffed, as if they were annoyed to be here as well. They were wearing a royal purple blazer, a tie-dyed singlet and ripped, bleached jeans. ’Tone, you’re a great friend. But if you’re going to call me over to your house, you should probably be awake to answer the fucking door.’ The person spoke, as Tone groaned and let them in with no apology. ’Look, Hue. I tried this coffee I ain’t had before last night, and turns out it was weak as hell. And besides, I swear I gave ya house keys anyway.’ ’I left them at home, because I thought that calling me over meant that you would answer the door without me waiting half an hour.’ Hue growled, pulling an iced coffee out of their colourful custom-made tote bag and handing it to Tone. ‘By the way, this brand actually keeps ya up for ages. If you needed recommendations, you should’ve asked.’

The white-haired detective grumbled, taking the coffee and sitting back in a beanbag. The colourful visitor sat in another beanbag across from him, sipping a bubble tea. ‘So, what’d ya call me over for anyway?’

Tone took a long swig of his drink, getting right to the point. ’Well, you heard about the Fluf cafe, right? How there’s massive rumours about some sorta drug ring going on?’ ’Sure do. I love that place, they have the best food.’ ’Apparently the one that was behind it all, Panc Fluf, died mysteriously. He was running the cafe until a while ago, when his only child Souffle started running it. Souf’s my favourite, we just vibe a lot.’ Hue laughed. ‘Same. It’s because all three of us take no shit. But if Panc’s out of the business, that’d put Souffle in charge of the biggest drug supplies in all of Arcadium… But how did the old guy die? I don’t think there were any health issues. Allegedly.’ Tone gave Hue a bit of a look. ‘You best not be getting involved in drugs. Without me. And honestly, I think someone’s tried going for the king to take over.’ ’You tryna say Souffle killed their own dad? It’d lead to plenty of money, but that’s pretty fuckin cold.’ ’Not necessarily Souffle, but it was definitely some foul play in my eyes.’

The pair considered for a moment. In their relatively short detective careers (roughly three months so far), they had mostly solved basic murder cases. A killing like this would be much more than advanced for the pair, but considering Tone calling Hue to his house, clearly he was confident they could do it.

After a while of thinking (and finishing their drinks) Hue looked to Tone with a smile. ‘I think we gotta head to the Fluf Cafe if we’re gonna start somewhere. Chat with the first suspect, y’know?’ And with a nod Tone grabbed a notepad he had sitting on a nearby table, his phone and his keys, and the amateur crime solving pair were on their way to a lovely sweet treat and the most interesting case of their lives.