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fleet-of-fiction · 1 year ago

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Sativa

Jake Kiszka // Female Reader

An evening with Jake ends with a sensual massage. But the way he positions himself inspires you to movements neither of you expected. He wants you to let go of all your inhibitions, weaving confidence into you like a sorcerer. Armed only with his charisma and a roll of Sativa. (Blurb)

Explicit sexual content. Mild drug use/ Dom to Sub Jake / Ass play / Anal / Scratching / Edging / Sex Toys / Spitting / Spanking / Rimming / Praise

He pulled the joint away from his mouth, letting plumes of smoke dance up his lip. He inhaled it back through his nose, savouring every last drop of the delicious vapour. Courting you to join him with a promise that it would make you feel good.

You already felt good. Being in Jakes sphere was insouciant, stepping into any room where he dwelled was like casting off the shackles of any predisposition to shyness. He peeled away your layers with subtle formality, which had soon given way to absolute hedonism.

"My back hurts." He complained, propped up on his side between ruined sheets. "Why don't you put those hands to good use?"

You were sitting with your legs crossed, nursing the joint between your middle and index finger in a little white cardigan and thong. Hair in disarray, your mascara smudged beyond all rectifying. Still in the reverb of his previous touch.

"What do you want, Jake?" You asked, always treading on the fringes of his intent.

He was smirking valiantly. Already rolling onto his stomach and tucking his arms up beneath an array of pillows. His hair spilled down his back, long and dark tendrils against pink, flushed skin. A pleased little hum escaping that expectant mouth.

"I want you to figure that one out for yourself tonight, my shy little peach." He said, turning his head to the side to reveal that strict jawline in all it's flexed glory. "Why don't you tell me what I want?"

The self effacing aspect of your personality often meant that Jake would lead you into your pleasure. His dominance and assurance consumed your timid little body until it shook with unrelenting effervescence. Leaving you covered in all manner of fluid and a sense of satisfaction you simply couldn't find elsewhere.

"I think Jakey wants a back rub." You surmised perfectly, gathering his hair in your hands and sweeping it onto the pillows to reveal the smooth textures of his flesh.

He was wearing a pair of black boxer shorts, tight fitting and hugging his ass like a sweet fabric kiss. You were always drawn to the curve of it, your eyes moving south whenever he walked away from you. Your attention wholly diverted, no matter the occasion.

You took a deep hit, pulling back on the joint until the embers glowed and the paper began to sizzle. Leaning it casually on the edge of the glass ashtray on the nightstand as your head began to swim. The Sativa always made you euphoric. It made you step out of your own head and Jake knew this. Feeling like you were entirely untethered to your own insecurities as you parted your legs and straddled them over his waist.

"You're in charge now, peachy girl."

A sly little smile made it's way to the corner of your mouth. Leaning your palms into the ridges of his spine. Running them up the length of his back, fingers reaching out to coil around his shoulders. The feel of his skin smooth and soft, the sound of his breathing shallowing with each blessed stroke.

You felt the weight of his pleasure in your hands. The way he closed his eyes and let you glide a tender, arousing touch across his flesh had you feeling a power which couldn't have been handed to you from anyone who didn't possess Jake's ability to know exactly what you needed. What he needed.

"What if I'm not as shy as you perceive me to be?" You asked, winding your hips so that your thong delicately rubbed against the small of his back.

That irrepressible smirk returned to his beautiful lips.

"It's remarkable to me that you haven't taken control before." He replied casually, opening one eye to catch you lingering above him with your cardigan wide open. "I see the way you desire to see me submit."

The corresponding throb was a compelling revelation. It radiated out from the tip of your clitoris and sent pulses through the rest of your nerve endings. The mere sight of him beneath you was tantalising enough to rouse you to action. The Sativa coursing through your veins now diluted by the audacity of this man and his absolute confidence that you could ruin him.

"You're the peach, now." You whispered, pressing your front flush to his back. "I'm going to use your body any way I please."

He let out a veritable hiss as you slid back up, painting lines of red across his pale skin as your nails sunk into the flesh and left their mark. You slid the cardigan off, determined to take full advantage of his gift wrapped vulnerability. Writhing against him, running pebbled nipples down the tracks your fingers had made.

"Are you hard for me, yet?" You enquired, his body pressed into the soft mattress.

He mumbled into the pillow. His voice a low, instinctual sound that could only murmur his responses. Full coherence was suppressed, and your visceral reaction to it was to slide your moistening pussy over the peak of his ass and drag the waistband of his boxer shorts along with it.

His cock caught against the pull as you tugged them down his thighs.

"Oh, you are hard..." You realised, feeling his body shudder as you let it naturally sit between his stomach and the bed.

You marvelled at him. Picking up the joint to inhale another rush of Sativa, blowing smoke across the valley of his spine. You couldn't help but commit to memory every little sinful thing he'd ever done to you under his spell, conjuring something equally as binding that would leave him quaking into the sheets.

A wicked grin began to form as you placed the joint back down, pleased with yourself as the voices began to whisper filthy encouragement. Subtle little echoes in your mind that usually spouted doubt. You let them win this time.

"You should know how much I love this ass." You began, kneading his cheeks like fresh dough and biting your lip at the sight of how perfectly pliant the flesh was. "It deserves some worship, don't you agree?"

Jake nodded. His shoulder blades flexing to reveal a ripple of muscle that made the drip between your thighs just a little more intense. You inhaled deeply, slipping your thong to the side before sliding your legs open a little wider. Hitching yourself up onto the peak of his ass cheeks, holding your balance with a firm grip of his hair.

You held it out of his face. Intent on looking at his mounting expressions as you began to wind your hips back and forth. Sweeping your salaciously wet cunt across the curve of him. Riding him, forcing him into the mattress with your ministrations.

"You like the way my pussy feels on your ass?" You asked the question knowing he couldn't speak. "You really are a fucking peach..."

You grinded down on it. Letting the softness of each cheek press against your swollen clit. Leaving a glistening sheen of your own wetness on his skin, painting him in your arousal. Dragging your lips down between the valley of his generous rump, you could feel his body start to shudder beneath you.

"Not yet, sweet boy...not yet." You crooned, curling more of his knotted hair into your fist, pulling his head back slightly. "You just keep rutting into those sheets for me..."

With every swift motion, his body jerked. His moans coming thicker and deeper, his cock rubbing unforgivingly against the bed as you shook him with your rise and fall. Gyrating your desire all over him, slipping over the swell of his ass with your undulating open and widely spread pussy.

"Does Jakey want to get fucked?"

You stilled long enough to watch his eyes widen. Holding his hair back, his face flush with a rosy hue and sweat drenching his jawline. You watched him swallow slowly. Letting his throat flex as he drew his gaze back to where you held him down.

"I'll fuck you so good, baby. Just let me get a taste." You almost begged, reversing the roles you'd so graciously stepped into.

He considered it. His face almost unreadable as you continued to slowly writhe against him. Leaning down so that your breasts were pushed up against his back. Your teeth nibbled at his ear lobe. Warm breath inhaling and exhaling in succession against the curve of his neck.

"Worship it, then..." He uttered, his words drawing your mouth around to his.

You placed a soft, placid kiss on his waiting lips. His consent feathered out in the way his tongue grazed against yours, inviting you in. Reminding you that he had handed over the reigns. That you were consuming him that night.

You gathered all your slick onto your fingers, running them down your slit and inching them inside yourself. Letting him feel your hand on yourself while kissing him into sweet oblivion. A moment of clarity before you would steal it from him.

"Breathe in." You instructed, feeling his body rise beneath you.

On his exhale, you slipped wet fingers between his cheeks. Searching for the sweetest of the gifts he had to give up to you. There you felt it, rippled and tight for the taking. At first you teased a little, prizing him open gently and slowly with delicate finger tips that just wanted to explore.

His face was a picture. Eyes closed and lips parted. Breathing shallow and barely audible moans seeping out from behind his teeth. His brow was furrowed, like it was the sweetest agony.

"More."

You were beholden to that word. His whisper setting off within you a tidal of want. You gently allowed your middle finger to slide within him. Initially, he clenched hard against it. The sensation new and raw, but not unpleasant. You felt it on the pull back, the way he wanted so much to let himself completely go.

"Relax." You whispered into his ear, "You feel so fucking good, I swear."

Leaning up, you were able to gauge the tension in his body. When you released your grip in his hair, he sighed. Letting his face turn into the sheets, groaning into them as you slid your pussy down his thigh. The sight of your hand there on him like that, fingers splayed inside him, you'd never felt more alive.

"This ass is mine now, I claim it." You said, easing another finger inside. "Every sweet peachy rounded inch of it."

He was nodding into the pillow. Moaning pitifully. His hips moving up and down in vain attempts to release the tension in his cock. You opened him up with your free hand, spitting onto his little cherry as you pumped your middle and index in and out of him.

"I can't..." He cried, his voice breaking, his knuckles white from gripping the sheets. "Oh God... I can't hold on..."

He needed something else. Something deeper, something that would bring him to completion in a way that he'd never arrived at before. You wanted him to recall this night in the depths of his dreams in years to come. To think of it and grow hard no matter the occasion. You wanted to own a part of his soul. The way he so unbearably owned yours.

"Simmer down." You hushed, pulling out your fingers at the moment he would have succumbed. "I want you on your knees for me. Can you do that?"

He was weakened. But eager to comply. His solid cock driving your throb into desperation to be penetrated as he positioned himself on his knees, palms flat on all fours, his hair fanned down his back like dark wings. The power you felt kneeling behind him flowed freely, realising that he trusted you completely.

The joint was almost spent, but you managed to reignite it and get it burning once more. Rubbing your line of pussy hair up against his crack, taking a languid drag and exhaling it down into the space between you. You leaned forward and placed it at his lips, letting him take a puff before you would pound him into absolute submission.

You almost wished that he knew what was about to come. As you made him wait, cock twitching and leaking, returning the joint to the ash tray and rifling around in your nightstand drawer.

"I can't take much more of this." He complained, raising his head to meet the fire in your gaze.

He was met with an almighty slap. It made the most pleasing sound as the flat of your palm met his bouncy little cheek. You could see the redness raised already, his body tensed as you admonished him.

"My reverence is not for you to complain about." You said, punishing him with a hard squeeze that made him flinch. "You'll take it however I see fit to give it. Won't you?"

"Yes, ma'am." He replied, coyly smirking as you fished out the thing you were searching for.

"And besides..." You added, pulling out a phallic device that was pink and veiny, "You're going to cum so hard I'll never be able to wash these sheets. And you don't want to miss out on that, do you?"

Jakes eyes scanned the thing in your hand. Your vibrator. Perfectly shaped like a pretty cock, down to the girthy shaft and the intimidating shape of the head.

"You're going to fuck me, with that?" He swallowed hard, watching you playfully slide it across your mouth.

"It's always intimidating the first time." You mused. "When you don't know if it'll hurt. You don't know how something so big can feel so fucking good. You're afraid. And even though you know, on some subconscious level, that it'll satisfy you... You're still left wondering how."

You placated him with another sweet kiss. Running the tip down his back and rounding it through his ass cheeks, brushing it against his ripe hole.

"Tell me to stop and I will." You allowed, bringing it down even further, stroking the length of his aching cock with it.

His curiosity would always best him. You could see the way he weighed up the proposition. The way he wanted it but would stand on the periphery of the decision until he could scarcely stop himself from forcing it. The belly of the beast was rumbling. He wanted to get fucked and he wanted it nasty. But he'd never known how to ask for it.

"No, no..." He protested, licking his lips in anticipation. "Fuck me with it. Hard."

There didn't need to be any more stimulation. He was already vibrating on the highest level. The salt of the sweat on his lips was there for you to taste as you left him trembling. You could feel him sanctify himself in the sin of it, his body was yours for the taking. Sweet Jacob. Giving himself so freely was turning you on so absolutely that you almost abandoned the idea of it just to crawl beneath him and have him fill you up with that burgeoning cum.

How could you do that to him, though? To leave him wanting like that? Even as you parted his cheeks, you could feel how badly he ached for it. Needed it. And the sight was enough to lay waste to your own pangs of desire. You got down on your knees for him, too.

He bucked at the sensation of your saliva coating him. How needy it looked, a perfect tightness as you watched it twitch. You leaned in, railing your tongue over it, making him moan so loudly it was like angels descended from heaven. You spat on it and licked it around, sucked on it and made him quiver under your mouth. Lapping his asshole like a cherry dessert.

His pre-cum was dripping down his shaft. You gathered it up, using it to your advantage. Your juice and his, your mouth moving it around his little cleft. Emboldened by the sounds he was making. Masculine moans. Perfectly pitched. Fuelling you.

"Oh fuck, Jake..." You chimed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "You make me want to ruin your ass, you sound so fucking good..."

He couldn't do anything else but beg. "Fuck me, little peach. Go on...I want you to."

You gripped the vibrator at the base. Careful to inch it slowly. His ass was positively saturated, you gave the pretty pink tip an errant lick before pushing it against his waiting door.

"There you go, Jakey." You soothed, letting it slide inside him. "How does that feel?"

A low, gut wrenching sound escaped his lips. Like an animal baring it's teeth. He reached up and took his cock in his hand as you bottomed out. All of it making you tantalising closer to your own orgasm. Rooted to the spot as you pulled it back out, watching the drag of his ass hole, keeping it lubricated with spit as you shoved it back in, just a little bit harder.

"Feels fucking amazing." He growled, jerking himself off to the beat of your thrusts. "Damn, you know how to fuck me so good with that."

You couldn't help yourself. Nor did you want to stop it from happening precisely the way you'd imagined it. Your hand moving viciously. Fucking him so hard the bed shook, and he lilted down onto his forearm as he worked himself up into a frenzy. Taking his pounding so well you couldn't help but verbally praise him.

"Fucking take it..." You ordered, smoothing down his hair with your free hand so that you could see the adoration of you on his face. "Look at you, taking it so fucking well..."

He was close. The way he looked at you, that sweet agony intensifying, you punched the vibrator inside him so hard he wailed a battle cry that was pleasure personified. He came so hard, so meticulously. Spurting into the sheet, his hand wrapped around his cock until it was pumped to completion. Breathing so hard it was like he'd rutted himself into a state so heightened he could barely breathe.

You held him close as he calmed. "Hold still."

You flicked the vibrator to life. The whirring buzz filling the silence where Jakes laboured breath lingered. He shuddered at the feeling of it. His cum still dripping off the tip of his softening cock. You pulled it out a little slowly, letting the tip remain inside him while you straddled the part of it that was hanging out. Clenching it between your thighs, letting it sit against your begging clit.

You rubbed yourself against it, letting him hold it there for you. Moving yourself against the part of the shaft that you could feel. Your body against his, hands on his hips as if you were fucking him doggystyle.

You let him know when you were about to cum. Signalling it with a grip so tight you left bruises. The orgasm lashing you in a wave so abundantly high it crashed down with a force so mighty it made you fall back, giggling as he removed the vibrator himself.

All his submission gone, you could see him smugly return to the dominating man you had come to know. He tossed the vibrator onto the nightstand and picked up the now dead joint. Laying there naked and satisfied, a newly formed secret between the two of you planting seeds that existed in subtle looks you exchanged from either side of the bed.

"Dare I ask where that smutty little finish came from?" He asked, picking up his rolling papers to create a fresh smoke.

You shrugged. Inhaling the scent of sex, letting your thong drift back over your core. Nuzzling into the curve of his arm as you watched him roll.

"I told you." You sighed, looking up at him through hooded eyes. "I'm not as shy as you perceive me to be."

The End.

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serpentface · 5 months ago

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hello i would love to hear about culturally specific dishes in the blightseed setting. what do the animals taste like hows their fat content... herbs and seasonings and the trades involved perhaps..... hows the salt economy? love your setting and if you have a list of ingredients i will invent meals in my head and be well satisfied... i just love food and cooking in world building it is so important to me :-)

OK this is crazy because I had literally just cooked a Lore Friendly Meal the night before I got this ask.

Since this is a super broad question gonna default to Imperial Wardin since that's what I'm writing in right now and has the most developed food economy. (Sorry.)

This region currently dominates the eastern Inner Seas tradeway so has a very broad access to imported foods and spices, and many of its staples are not originally native to the region. Its regional cuisine is quite diverse and varied, largely owing to its status in the tradeway and a long history of immigration to the region (as well as a wide variety of native regional variations in diet).

For simplicity's sake I'm mostly going to stick to staples that are grown in-region (whether native or not) or commonly imported. Also mostly sticking to domesticated plant life, or very common and easily acquired wild plants. (Also not all these plants/herbs/spices would be 1:1 with real-world equivalents, or would be of unique variants that don't exist irl, but if they're basically the same thing I use the IRL word)

Staple base foods: maize, barley, wheat, and rice (closer to O. glaberrima than O. sativa), red yam (a yam regarded as very delicious), white yam (a hardier but poorer tasting yam, often associated with poverty), cassava, chickpeas, other legumes.

Staple vegetables (regionally varies): Cabbage, lettuce, okra, onions, garlic, chili peppers, celery, peas, kolis (a drought tolerant, cactus-like plant. Young stems are tender and edible), camiche (a tree that produces edible seedpods and young leaves).

Staple fruits: Dates, figs, pomegranates, olives, melons, apples, bitter cherries, kolis fruit, nara (a type of citrus, comparable in flavor and sourness to lime).

Widely used spices/herbs/flavorings: cumin, saffron (VERY expensive but natively grown), coriander, culantro, thyme, fennel, sage, tumeric, cardamom, ginger, firebug (an insect that is dried and crushed, provides a reddish hue and slight acidic flavor), anuje (a tree sap which is the region's most popular sweetener).

Livestock: cattle, horses (the small 3 hooved kind), hogs, ducks, geese, one domesticated species of gazelle, some camelops (rare in this region, imported), one type of small domesticated lacetor, several types of fowl.

Other meat (common wild game, or livestock raised in smaller or more localized capacities): crocodiles, gazelles, aurochs, salutachin (a meat dog breed), doves, nechoi, lacetor, hippegalga, anara (a large semi-aquatic rodent), hespiornis, unkata (a large flightless bird), ibis, pheasants, rabbits and hares, caviar ants.

(Of the fantasy game, most nechoi have a strong, lean gamey meat, but an-nechoi is fattier and milder. Lacetor is generally mild and tough (with a few very fatty cuts) and benefits from slow cooking and heavy spices. Hippegalga is lean and mildly gamey and has a nutty quality. Anara tastes like wild rabbit, but slightly fattier. Unkata kind of just tastes like turkey.)

Alcohol: Wine is very important and is consumed (mostly watered down) on a daily basis. Date wine is most common and least expensive by far; only small parts of the region are ideal for viniculture and grape wine is somewhat uncommon. Other fruit wines are common (bitter cherry and kolis fruit being most popular). A very strong liquor is produced from anuje sap, with sweeter and lower ABV versions available as a kind of dessert wine. Grain-based beers and liquors are widely available, but not as prized as fruit/anuje drinks. Mead is somewhat rare and is mostly seen as inferior to anuje.

Salt economy: this region is a dominant player in the salt trade, having a large area of salt flats and marshes in its south. Salt is widely accessible throughout the region via internal trade routes.

Fishing: The region has a huge fishing industry along its coasts and the diet in the coastal cities is enriched with seafood. Pretty much any edible sea life is eaten. (Dozens of fish species, octopus, squid, clams, urchins, oysters, scallops, crabs, lobster, shrimp, etc etc). The tiny, schooling larval form of yotici are also sometimes eaten.

There's also a 'whaling' industry for leviathans, which have very rich, blubbery meat high in iron (I guess I'd describe it as a fattier, stronger, bloodier version of alligator meat), and uhrwal, which have very tough, gamey meat and are considered an acquired taste, used specifically for delicacy dishes.

Misc lore:

Arthropods are not widely eaten in the region and have stigma as peasant or famine food. Some local exceptions are made for locusts, and the eggs of caviar ants (there is a very small industry of ant farming in Ephennos, brought by White Sea qilik immigrants).

Dogs have been used for meat in this region for hundreds of years (largely in the form of the salutachin, a breed specifically developed for meat), but the practice declined under the 3rd Burri empire (in which context it was seen as an 'unclean' food). Cultural trauma from feral dogs eating the dead (and in turn being eaten by starving civilians) during a siege-induced famine has made it specifically taboo in Godsmouth. Dog is now widely considered a famine/poverty food in most of the region, though corn-fed salutachin is still a delicacy in the city-state of Wardin.

Animals that eat human flesh are taboo to consume in most parts of the region (whether this extends to all/most predators or just obligate scavengers varies).

Eggs of skimmer gulls and ibis are considered delicacies.

The basic diet varies across the region, but a huge proportion of the established cuisine revolves around cumin, onions, and peppers for flavoring.

The majority of the diet for an average person is built on savory grain porridge and mashed legumes.

Dairy products are important to the everyday diet in the eastern 'dairy belt' of the region, but are of lesser significance elsewhere. Horsemilk and cow's milk are both common.

Maize is usually consumed after nixtamalization for greater nutritional content.

Most people (especially in the cities) do not eat meat on a regular basis, as even for self-sustaining farmers and herders, the value of livestock for milk, textiles, labor, sacrifice, and trade means that frequent slaughter is often unsustainable. Most get their everyday protein needs met with legumes, and those in coastal cities have broad access to seafood.

Animal sacrifice is vitally important to the practice of the Imperial Wardi faith, but the meat of sacrifices is not eaten (outside of a few specific rites and festivals) and is instead burned.

Khaitmeat is rarely eaten outside of desperation (or opportunistic slaughter of old/injured animals) due to their great value and a developed taboo around its consumption in some parts of the region.

Hunting is a pastime for the urban upper class and typically forbidden within the territories of the city-states without an expensive 'license' (unless one one's own lands, which also generally requires having big money). Poaching for meat in the outskirts of cities is common among the urban poor.

Hunting is a key part of the diet throughout the rural parts of the region, many rural commoners eat meat more frequently than their urban counterparts on this merit.

Some established dishes (either vaguely conceptualized, or have come up specifically in writing):

Pounded white yam and nothing else (a famine food).

Pounded white yam with whitefish and pepper soup, a hearty common meal in Godsmouth.

Savory cornmeal cakes (cornmeal cooked in vegetable broth, lard or olive oil, peppers, onions, cumin, salt, cheese, wrapped in a corn husk and cooled to be eaten on the go).

Shitty cornmeal cakes (a famine food) (cornmeal with weevils in it, you can't really get the weevils out and it's protein so might as well, salted and cooked in water).

Grain festival beef/horse stew (tough bone-in cuts slowcooked with peppers, onion, garlic, and any other available vegetables. Usually heavily spiced. The resulting broth is used to cook the grain (usually hominy, rice, or barley), the meat and vegetables are served on top, sometimes with cream or cheese).

Hominy porridge with milk and sprinkled cheese.

Wheat porridge with dried dates and anuje.

Reed duck boiled in date wine, flavored with peppers, coriander, cumin, and saffron (VERY fancy).

Pickled kolis stem bulbs.

Fermented kolis stem bulbs and cabbage.

Gannegal soup (made with bull penis, hominy, garlic, onion, cabbage, and chickpeas in a spicy broth, supposed to support fertility)

Raw hippegalga meat, thinly sliced with onion and hot pepper, all marinated and cured with nara and eaten cold atop barley or rice (also supposed to support fertility)

Anaebi soup (made with reed duck, lily bulbs, rice, and okra, supposed to support a healthy pregnancy)

Cow tripe and cabbage soup

Finely chopped meat/fish/shellfish or vegetables with onions, wrapped in dough and fried or baked.

Peledyo (A strong, heavily fermented fish sauce favored in the coastal cities (this is pretty much a garum ripoff), which is mixed with wine, vinegar, honey, etc to form the base of other sauces)

Very spicy shellfish soup with a peledyo, wine, and pepper broth.

Caviar ant eggs marinated with nara, vinegar, chopped onions and cabbage, mixed with rice.

A sweetened bean porridge made with cream and anuje.

Hummus-esque spread made with chickpeas, garlic, onion, peppers, and olive oil, usually eaten with bread.

Whole spitroasted horse

A type of root vegetable sausage (intestine casing stuffed with mashed cassava or yam, onions, garlic & cumin seeds which have been cooked down in lard, sometimes with minced meat/offal. Boiled all together.)

Blood sausage (usually horse or cattle)

A kind of donut fried in oil and then soaked in anuje and fruit syrup.

Roasted peppers and onions sauteed in heavy cream, usually served atop grain or a grain porridge.

Toasted locusts, locusts fried with rice or barley, pounded white yam stuffed with fried locust and onions (opportunistic meals during locust plagues)

Fried sprats with pepper and onion sauce

Crab stock soup with onions, peppers, crab meat or whole softshell crabs, and crab roe (sometimes with cream)

Squid ink soups (variety of seafood or seafood-stock soups, blackened by squid ink)

A simple 'trail mix' made with dried camiche seeds and hominy

Dessert bread glazed with fruit syrup or anuje, covered in dried dates

Raw minced lacetor with peledyo, garlic powder, cardamom, coriander. Used to top grains or to be eaten with pounded yam.

Thinly sliced uhrwal flank simmered with date wine and vinegar.

Fatty cuts of an-nechoi belly, usually slow cooked and eaten in soups.

Minced kolis stalk, onion, and pepper, salted and marinated with nara or vinegar

Roasted figs with cheese

Also here's the lore friendly meal I cooked, the grain festival beef stew. Here served in only the lore friendliest of dollar store paper bowls

This specific dish is eaten as a part of yearly grain festivals celebrating the end of the harvest. In most contexts it's an agricultural community event with each family contributing whatever vegetables and spices are on hand, and each donating some of their harvested grain. It's cooked in a huge pot and usually serves dozens of people.

The exact vegetable/herb/spice components would vary wildly within the region, timing, and by the success of the various harvests, but will generally be farmed (rather than foraged) due to the nature of the festival as an agricultural celebration and thanks-giving. Cumin, peppers, and onions are considered the absolute bare minimum necessity. The grain will usually be maize, barley or rice, and may be mashed into a savory porridge instead of eaten whole.

This will usually be one of few times a year where meat is eaten in abundance in the agricultural context. The meat is almost always beef or horse, usually tougher bone-in cuts are chosen for this specific dish. These animals will have been slaughtered specifically for this festival, with the best cut of meat from each being burnt in an offering of gratitude to Ganmache and Anaemache (ox-face and river-face of God, both of which are associated with agriculture and harvests), at the base of what will become the cooking fire.

The meat and vegetables are cooked on low heat in water until the meat is soft and tender and a broth is formed (which should be very strong and spicy, as it will be used to flavor the grain). Some of the broth is drained and used to cook the grain, which is then served with the meat, vegetables, and a few spoonfuls of broth on top. In the eastern dairy belt, milk/cream may be added to the broth, and/or it may be topped with crumbled cheese or sour cream. This is next to heresy in the west.

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For my easily accessible grocery store equivalent, I used a beef shank, 2 onions, 2 jalepeños, one habanero, a bunch of garlic, okra, and cabbage. Seasoned with cumin seeds and tumeric (very lore friendly) and a sazon packet because I had it (most of the spices involved are at least passably lore friendly). Also jasmine rice (not lore friendly but it's what I had).

I first toasted cumin seeds in olive oil, then added the vegetables and stirred until they were cooked down. The meat and vegetables/spices were cooked in water on low heat for ~5 hours and seasoned to taste. Some of the broth was then removed to cook the rice. Meat + vegetables are spooned on top of the rice, along with some broth.

Results: It's preddy good. Might be a little better with roasted or sauteed rather than heavily cooked down vegetables, but the latter is how it would be eaten. I also had a sore throat at the time and ended up just drinking the rest of the broth. It felt amazing. 6.5/10.

#I've also cooked the cornmeal cakes I mentioned (not the weevil kind)#Yeah I LOVE food worldbuilding and food is also pretty like... thematically important to The White Calf (in the context of famine)#So I get to get into it but can't do much textual fantasy food-porn because of aforementioned famine. Mostly weevil bread up in here.#Reverse Dungeon Meshi.

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angelicguy · 2 years ago

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one puff of a sativa dominant hybrid and im laughing like the old lady ant from bugs life googling botched surgey

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gorygurl · 2 years ago

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smoking weed with the proxies headcanons !! (๑´ㅂ`๑)

notes: first blog post !! ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎⊹ i hope you all enjoy my content, and i cant wait to keep sharing my work with you all !!

warnings/disclaimers: drug use, implied romantic relationships/feelings.

toby !!

toby mellows out like nothing you've ever seen when he's high, truly.

doesn't take him too long to get high; after a few good puffs and a few good coughs, he's usually already past a buzz.

toby talks a lot when he's high and honestly prefers when whoever he's with does the same.

considering how talkative and "in your face" he usually is, it's a comfortable middle ground for him when he's high.

can't usually reach it when he's sober.

he's never one to turn down a smoke. ever.

hence why you two smoke so often in the first place.

blows his own hit into your mouth all the time.

(you taught him that)

gets the munchies soo bad.

you and him go back to the mansion with pink, half-lidded eyes and start opening kitchen cabinets every other day.

instead of asking to wake and bake with you, he's more inclined to go smoke in the dead of night.

he's woken you up oh so many times to smoke at 4am.

to be fair, a lot of the time, it's after a mission. so regardless, you groggily point to your tray and pj's, to which he brings both to you in bed :).

everything is terribly funny to you two when you guys are high.

everyone in the mansion can smell and hear you two.

hoodie !!

if any of the proxies smoke, it's hoodie.

and if any of them were to have weed on them, it's hoodie.

token stoner of the proxies, truly.

isn't a lightweight solely based on experience.

you'll have to roll a couple when you smoke with hoodie.

enough to make sure you two are high and a couple more just to push the envelope.

more of a listener than a talker when he smokes.

he'll nod through puffs and give you small noises of affirmations as you speak, but isn't inclined to go on his own tangents.

knows enough spots to take you to a new one every day if he so pleased.

will always laugh a little harder at your jokes.

you two always find an excuse to sneak away and smoke one together.

so much that it's practically a form of quality time for guys now.

sparks you up whenever he can. it's one of his biggest forms of flattery <3.

exceedingly knowledgeable on strains, so both of you tend to talk about what you like to smoke.

masky !!

masky doesn't smoke too often, to be quite honest.

but fuck does he have a high tolerance.

unlike toby, he's relatively far from being a lightweight.

it takes him about 3 or 4 joints to ease into a really good high.

he honestly runs hoodie for his money. he could smoke him out without even realizing it.

so, of course, you were absolutely fucking appalled when you went to roll another after having just smoked 3 back to back with him.

he admires that you try and keep up, though.

while he doesn't prefer to dominate the conversation when he's smoking, he definitely likes to talk.

loves smoking early in the morning. tempt him with a cup of coffee and a j, and he's aaaall yours.

he always lets you finish whatever is left, out of both courtesy and affection.

masky likes the intimacy of having his own spots, but he's taken you with him plenty of times, as you've done with him.

prefers sativa.

(it's the easiest way for him to be high on a mission.)

after almost every mission, you two will trail off into the woods, one of you already pulling out a lighter.

#ticci toby x reader #masky x reader #hoodie x reader #creepypasta #x reader #creepypasta x reader #gn reader #headcanon #creepypasta x y/n #proxies #marble hornets

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sativaonsaturn · 6 months ago

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introduction post

hi!! i’m sativa (or sage). i’ll be 24 on September 2 and i’m a graphic design student, currently finishing up my BFA.

they/ she - pan 🏳️‍🌈

i’m not sure if i should include my entire chart? so i’ll just cover what i normally look at first in someone else’s chart :)

tropical/ western:

sun in virgo (12th house)

moon in pisces (6th house)

rising in virgo

mercury in libra (1st house)

venus in leo (11th house)

mars in sagittarius (4th house)

saturn in gemini (10th house)

dominants:

gemini + virgo (tied for first)

1. mercury 2. saturn 3. jupiter

air

sidereal/ vedic:

moon in aquarius (7th house) (shatabisha)

sun in leo (1st house) (purva phalguni)

i’ll probably be writing about astrology observations and posts like “songs for the signs” and so on

feel free to ask questions related to your charts! while i’m not certified i do love to read composite, progressed, persona, even solar returns.

i also have an art page! @sagetheflwer

sativaonsaturn 🍃🪐

#astroblr #astro observations #astro notes #astro community

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bonni · 6 days ago

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I prefer indica to sativa generally but I haaaaaate like 60-65% indica dominant hybrids, I'd literally rather smoke 50/50

idk what it is but unless there's over 70% indica in a strain I just don't get the full-body calming feeling that I associate with indica. 60-65% indica hybrids just feel like 50/50 hybrids that are more likely to give me existential dread and/or make my tummy hurt

#chatter #drugs

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libraryofmoths · 1 year ago

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Moth of the Week

Peppered Moth

Biston betularia

The peppered moth is a part of the family geometridae. It was first described in 1758 by Charles Linnaeus. This moth gains its name from its speckled coloration, which has been studied as an example of natural selection and population evolution.

Description This species has a short body with narrow forewings. The body and wings are the same white base peppered with black dots and irregular black lines. This speckled pattern may vary with some moths having very few spots and others having so many that they look as if they are black with white spots as opposed to white with black. In rare cases, the black on the wings and body is replaced with gray or brown and in even rarer cases the spots are a combination of brown and black/gray. These spots help the moth camouflage against lichen on trees.

The evolution of this moth had been studied extensively during the last two hundred years, which created the term “industrial melanism.” During the Industrial Revolution, air pollution killed off lichen and covered trees in soot. This caused moths with a black spots on white base (typica) coloration to lose their camouflage and die off due to predators. This caused a spike in population for moths with a darker coloration (carbonaria) because they had the camouflage advantage. Once environmental conditions improved, the lighter colored moths once again became the dominant coloration.

The male’s antennae are bipectinate, meaning it has two rows of rami going down either side of a singular flagellum.

Wingspan Range: 45 - 62 mm (≈1.77 - 2.44 in)

Diet and Habitat The caterpillar of this moth eats many trees, shrubs, and small plants such as Blackthorn (Prunus spinosa), Hawthorn (Crataegus monogyna), Downy (Betula pubescens) and Silver Birch (Betula pendula), limes, sallows, poplars, oaks, Sweet Chestnut (Castanae sativa), Beech (Fagus sylvatica), Bramble (Rubus fruiticosus), Broom (Cytisus scoparius), Black Currant (Ribes nigrum) and Hop (Humulus lupulus).

They have a wide range, being found in China (Heilongjiang, Jilin, Inner Mongolia, Beijing, Hebei, Shanxi, Shandong, Henan, Shaanxi, Ningxia, Gansu, Qinghai, Xinjiang, Fujian, Sichuan, Yunnan, Tibet), Russia, Mongolia, Japan, North Korea, South Korea, Nepal, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Turkmenistan, Georgia, Azerbaijan, Armenia, Europe and North America. They prefer habitats of woodland, scrub, hedgerows, parks and gardens.

Mating Depending on its location, this moth can have one or two generations per year. In Great Britain and Ireland, the peppered moth has one generation per year, whilst in south-eastern North America it has two generations per year. They emerge from the pupea in late May to August.

The females attract males with pheromones, which are carried by the wind. Males follow the concentration gradient to find the female. The male guards the female from other males until she lays the eggs. The female lays about 2,000 pale-green ovoid eggs about 1 mm in length into crevices in bark with her ovipositor.

Predators This species is a night-flying moth, making the vulnerable to bats. The males in particular fly every night to search for a female while females fly only the first night.

To protect themselves from birds during the day, this species rests on lichen covered trees to camouflage themselves.

The day time resting positions of this moth have been recorded and studied. This study shows that the peppered moth prefers resting spots that are covered such as below where the trunk and a branch meet, the underside of branches, and leafy twigs.

Additionally, the study found peppered moths with a lighter coloration (typica) blend in better against crustose lichens rather than foliose lichens because birds can see ultraviolet light. The peppered moth reflects UV light while crustose lichens don’t, making them easier to pick out.

Fun Fact The caterpillars of the peppered moth resemble things in both color and size. An experiment published in 2019 done on the caterpillars of the peppered moth showed that the larva (even when blindfolded) could sense the color of the tree they live on and change their body color to match and/or would move to a different twig that was closest in color to their own body.

(Source: Wikipedia, Butterfly Conservation, Max Planck Institute)

#Biston betularia #libraryofmoths #animals #bugs #facts #insects #moth #lepidoptera #mothoftheweek #Geometridae #peppered moth

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