#scoville

[squidswithsocks]

i should post on here more

anyways take this capsaicin design i cooked up. i found it funny that devsis decided to go with the literal chemical itself rather than a member of the capsicum pepper family (the only plants that produce the compound) so i wanted to use that as a motif throughout his design because i am. so normal about organic chemistry

i'll expand on how i think the scoville system works a bit later but uhhh yeah hope you enjoy him 👍

[thirsty4villains]

Loki's Adventures on Midgard

Part 2: Scoville

Rated: G

Tags: silliness, humor, food

Word count: 431

Summary: Asgard doesn't have a lot of spicy food. Here's Loki trying food with some spice for the first time.

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“We’re out of popcorn,” you said, rummaging through the pantry. “We have chips and salsa though.”

It was a stormy night and you and Loki were going to cuddle up and watch a movie. You’d shown him a handful of them here during his time on Earth. Tonight, you picked one of your favorite comedy films. The last one you showed him was a dud, he watched it with a stony face the entire time so you were really hoping that this one would get some chuckles out of him.

“I haven’t tried that snack yet, but sure,” Loki replied from the couch.

“Just be careful, the salsa’s a bit spicy.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he said.

A minute later, you approached the couch with a bowl of chips and salsa and offered it to him. Loki took a tortilla chip and scooped some salsa onto it. With his mouth half-full, he spoke.

“By the gods that is spicy.” A few seconds later and the spice really kicked in. “What did you put in this?”

“I didn’t put anything in it, it came like that,” you gestured. “It’s just a jar of salsa you get from the store.”

He continued to eat more chips, his eyes watering as he did so. “This is fantastic, but…” Loki conjured some water to drink.

You laughed at Loki’s intrigue and his suffering taste buds. “I thought you said you had spicy food on Asgard.”

“We do. Often my mother would make stews for us as children that were spicy.”

“What was in those stews? Pepper?”

Loki nodded, taking another drink of water. 

“Anything else?” you said.

He shook his head. “No, that was about it.”

“Oh my god, Loki, you’re so white,” you laughed. “Remind me, what kind of foods did you have on Asgard again?”

“Bread and grains, meats, fish, vegetables, fruit and nuts, and plenty of cakes.”

“Were the meats seasoned?”

Loki looked at you with offense. “Of course they were seasoned. We had the best chefs in Asgard serving us. We had diplomatic visitors from other realms who raved over the meals we served them.”

“They just weren’t spicy.”

“Apparently not.”

Despite his suffering, he took a few more chips. “This is phenomenally tasty. I had no idea food could be this spicy.”

“Oh man, Loki, I gotta take you out for some authentic spicy food some time, then. You’re gonna love it.”

With his mouth half-full again, he nodded. After swallowing his food he said, “Please do. Clearly I have been missing out.”

He took another swig of water.

[cannibalguy]

Is Donald a cannibal? DONALD DUCK ON HOT ONES

It’s a question that never seems to grow old. If Donald Duck (who vaguely resembles a duck) eats a chicken’s body parts, such as wings, does that make him a cannibal? You know, because he’s a (sort of) bird eating body parts of birds. Donald appeared this week on the YouTube interview show HOT ONES (see link above). Hot Ones calls itself: The show with hot questions, and even hotter…

[thaibypow]

Comment mesure-t-on la puissance d'un piment ?

Le Sommaire Apprends comment les scientifiques mesurent les niveaux de puissance des piments et des sauces fortes grâce à l’échelle de Scoville et aux techniques modernes. La capsaïcine étant la substance produisant la puissance que l’on trouve dans les piments, il est tout à fait naturel de mesurer la puissance des piments en mesurant la quantité de capsaïcine à l’intérieur du piment. Mais…

[2t2r]

le Aji Charapita le piment le plus cher du monde

Nouvel article publié sur https://www.2tout2rien.fr/le-aji-charapita-le-piment-le-plus-cher-du-monde/

le Aji Charapita le piment le plus cher du monde

[lucyfishwife]

I will tell you what’s nice, it’s finding that that notification you got was NOT in fact yet another pornbot to report and block

also this is nice what with the Pedro Pascal hot sauce combo as I am a vocal advocate for both (i knowwww it’s not new but i am hungry and now want wings and hot sauce)

[aradxan]

The day Nancy discovered the "Dorset Naga" by Neil. Moralee The Dorset Naga is one of the hottest peppers in the world with a Scoville of 1,000,000 to 1,598,227. It is originally from Dorset in the UK. Dorset Naga - Episode 20: Checking out Chillies with ChilliChump www.youtube.com/watch?v=zJk5ChyONUo Candid street shot, Watchet, Somerset, UK. https://flic.kr/p/2ogKoBy

[growlegion]

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[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

DAY XII. — HAND HOLDING (DURING THE ACT)

cw: Fluff, Romantic Talk, Hand Holding, Cunnilingus, Aged-Up / Pro-Hero Time Skip, Fem! Reader. 18+ Only!

author's note: It was so interesting writing Deku. He's so cute but he's still an anxious dweeb who struggles to talk to girls. Enjoy!

word count: Approximately 1.2k words.

“Um, okay. I’m not sure if—well, it’s just, I’ve never done anything like this before so I don’t know if I’ll be able to perform at the kind of standard you might be expecting, which—”

“Izuku.” 

Izuku pauses, the brows of his face pinched together and his pretty emerald eyes wide. They’re glossy with emotion, shiny underneath the dim lighting of your bedroom. His head rests in between your thighs, hands curled around the swell of your knees, fingers pinching into your skin. The way he looks at you makes you pause, but you just amend your surprise with a half moon of a smile. 

“It’s okay, really. I don’t expect you to be an expert at this. I mean, I’m sure I wouldn’t be good going down on you either.” 

A distinct little yelp squeaks in the back of Izuku’s throat before he quickly flings his gaze off to the side, red flames igniting and powdering across his face while he stammers a response. 

“Ha ha! W-Well, you’re great at everything you do, or, you have been, so I’m sure you’d do great if you, uh, did g-go down on m-me. B-But we’re not talking about me right now! I’m just trying to make sure that you’re comfortable with this, and that—” 

“Izuku.” 

Once again, his teeth snap shut, and his eyes meet yours. 

“Don’t think about it too much. Just do what your gut tells you. I know it’ll feel good, don’t sweat it.” 

Izuku gulps, but he nods, determined. His face shifts a little, and his body wiggles along with it. He tries to press himself further in between your legs, squeezing your knees before he starts to push them down so he can accurately lower his face to the meadows of your cunt. Izuku’s determination fades a little, cracks of doubt breaking through his facade before he swallows and scrunches his brow ridge. You stare at him fondly, content with observing him build up the courage to swoop forward and claim what already belongs to him. His locks sway along his forehead, full and curly, and they tickle your thighs with Izuku’s every subtle movement. One of your hands reaches for him, tapping his head in a wave gently before you start to pet him. Izuku jumps, quickly glancing at you before he blinks and looks down again. 

“J-Just tell me if you don’t like this and want me to stop. I’ll…” 

Izuku doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he finally bows his head until his hot breath fans against the meaty lips of your cunt. Another swallow, but Izuku doesn’t keep you waiting any longer. He’s delicate and ginger whenever he connects your lips, his mouth is soft and warm, and you moan quietly at the sensation that unfolds beneath him. It’s lightning, but it’s slow, it’s nothing real. Fire, but it’s dull, but toasty enough to feel like ice thawing from your body. The feelings start to weigh down on you, and your head collapses onto the pillow within a mere second of Izuku’s mouth against your cunt. 

The fingers in his hair braid themselves, a shallow sort of attempt to ground yourself. Izuku pauses for a split second, probably listening for any signs of discomfort, but resumes once another moan floats from your chest. His mouth parts, and his tongue pokes out like a snake hidden within tall stalks of gross to lay a thin stripe over the seam of your cunt. You feel like you’re spinning on a carousel, faster and faster, and your thighs clench once Izuku’s tongue prods against your clit. It’s hard, heavy, and thumping, eager to be touched and Izuku decidedly flicks it a few times. You groan each time, encouraging Izuku to tilt his head to the side so that he could suction his mouth against your clit. Both of your eyes roll back into your head, scattering like bowling pins smacked in the center, and a moan that’s way too loud escapes you whenever Izuku starts to suck and tug your clit. 

“W-What was that you were saying about not being good? Ahhh, haa, oh, Izuku, that feels so so sooo good. Don’t stop, don’t stop!” 

Your praise spurns Izuku on, and he starts to work his jaw in miniscule circles to lap at your clit and play it over his tongue like a meal, like food he wanted to savor, like a broth and soup that spreads love and health throughout his chest. You wondered what Izuku was thinking, you wondered if he was really enjoying this, but an ear-splitting slurp made your head dizzy and all thoughts flew out of your mind. 

His belly is flat to the bed, but you can feel him start to crunch up, can feel whenever he starts to gyrate his hips. Izuku’s moving in a way that slides you further towards him, your knees are growing closer to your head by the moment, and his face dives deeper. His groans vibrate your body, too, and his chin is parting your cunt down the middle. Glaze is slick down your flesh, but Izuku just bobs and weaves his head, smearing you wet, like he’s gone. 

“Like that! Yeah, ohhh, yes, yes.” 

Izuku nods to the best of his ability, and you’re left gritting your teeth and groaning. You wonder if he’s asked how to do this or if he’s researched it himself because, fuck, he’s so good, but that thought is fleeting and all you can imagine is teasing him after this is over by returning the favor. Because he’s eating you out like he’s mad with a fever, like you’re cetirizine. Maybe he’s listened to you gush one too many times—and that idea flatters you so badly, it makes you feel special to think someone is that dedicated to making you feel like this. 

And whenever one of Izuku’s hands leaves your thigh, trailing down, leaving storms and electricity in his wake, you nearly gasp and cry out his name whenever he finds your free palm and taps it gently. You flex, trying to process everything, trying to focus on anything all at once but finding each feeling overlapping and overwhelming. Izuku traces his fingers up before he laces them between the gaps of yours, curling down over your knuckles and squeezing. Tears spring to your eyes, fresh and new, and you start to pant, chanting Izuku’s name with every molecule of air you sip through. 

You can feel this burning, this reality that is starting to compress the rims of your belly. It’s down, but then it’s shivering and shuddering throughout your thighs all the way down to your stretching toes. But then it’s up, making your shoulder recoil and your chest bounce like a gunshot. 

Izuku’s hand is in yours, and yours is in his. You return his hold, losing yourself to the intimacy of him, of Izuku, of your lover, of your pleasure. His mouth seems to suck you in, through a drain and tumbling into the rabbit hole, and you’re crying before you can catch yourself. It’s getting to be too much, the way you seem to slowly implode, and your back arches before Izuku’s name is your death rattle.

And you squeeze again, hands intertwined, and Izuku holds you all the way through your orgasm. 

[21stcenturycheesecake]

Ms. Scoville

[petaltexturedskies]

At last came the golden month of the wild folk— honey-sweet May, when the birds come back, and the flowers come out, and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.

Samuel Scoville Jr., Wild Folk

[thaibypow]

Qu'est-ce qui rend les piments piquants ?

Le Sommaire Pourquoi les piments sont-ils forts et épicés ? Apprends ce qui rend les piments forts et leur donne cette puissance caractéristique que nous aimons tous.</p> <a href="https://thaibypow.fr/wp-content/uploads/2024/05/pile-red-dry-peppers-with-chilli-scaled.jpg" data-elementor-open-lightbox="yes"…

[its-to-the-death]

Glasses Swag Sequel Preliminary Round #3

Only one will make it into the bracket!

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Also dumb question

How would that call of duty characters fare on hot ones? How high can they get on the Scoville scale before they gotta tap out??

- 🔪

Using this scale as a guide:

The COD characters on Hot Ones

(This started out serious but devolved into pure jokes and slander)

Ghost, surprisingly, gets the furthest. I'd say he'd get around the Ghost pepper but would def get tears in his eyes and red in the face. In my mind, he's trained himself to withstand many kinds of 'torture' and that includes tricking his brain into not reacting to heat/pain receptors in his mouth.

Surprisingly (2.0), Nikolai. Not because Russians are particularly good with spice or because of stereotype, but because I'm 100% sure he'd handle a Habanero just fine. Something about him just screams it. Idk.

Gaz comes next. I'd say he can go up to Habaneros before he taps out. I hc that he was raised by immigrants and is used to spiced food, not just spicy, but well spiced too.

Alejandro after that. Might be me engaging a bit in stereotype but he, also, doesn't strike me as the kind of man that would eat bland food? Traditional Mexican food is well-seasoned and plenty spicy so... Cayenne-Thai levels.

Rudy fits here bc of the same reason as Alejandro. But he reacts worse, I feel like. In my mind, he gets red in the face and SWEATS when he's eating.

Price goes next and I blame that on the fact he's been all over the world for missions and deployments and probably has eaten food of all kinds, if nothing else just to experiment. That being said, he's definitely a wimp. Fits somewhere between Jalapeños and Cayenne peppers.

Farah and she's only this low because her country has been going through a revolt + she was in prison + she scavenged for food as a kid and I imagine she's not always had access to try super spicy food when surviving off rations. Fits somewhere between Jalapeños and Cayenne peppers but could definitely handle more if she had more opportunities to eat it more.

Laswell. I'm convinced she was a field agent for the CIA before becoming a handler and station chief. Aka, she was all over the world and ate all sort of things, just like Price. Fits somewhere between Jalapeños and Cayenne peppers.

Soap taps out the easiest on the 141 but he's still not really a wimp. He's just Scottish. Around the same level as Laswell, Price, etc.

Alex Keller comes next. He's white and American. Do I need to say more? I'd say he can handle a Jalapeño but will need loads of water and milk

Graves comes at the bottom of the fucking line. He's white, American and a yee-haw American at that. If Alex can handle a jalapeño, Graves can't handle yellow mustard out of the bottle.

[bookshelfdreams]

witches who are into the whole spell jar thing are so funny, I just saw a recipe for a curse powder - mainly various ground up peppers - with the attached warning that it's irritant so dont add to food as a method of delivery!

girl (gn) do you understand the purpose of cursing

[dailybehbeh]