#sizzleing phosphorus

[saltminerising]

I am probably the only person who dislikes the Baldwin rebalancing that's happened recently but man I do not like them seemingly setting up for every Baldwin material only taking 30 minutes to brew. When it was just changing Sizzling Phosphorus from 50(I think?)mins to 30 mins I found that reasonable since it's a level 3 brew and used in a lot of early recipes, but now they've dropped Reinforced Glass Beakers from 1h20ms to 30ms, and Fine Alchemical Reduction from 2hs to 30ms despite them both being level 12 recipes, and I just feel like that's too much of a drop? It makes me think of all the people I know who make money exclusively through Baldwin because they can't do coliseum or fairgrounds for whatever reason. Fine Alchemical Reduction used to sell for around 70 gems, now it's at 40, Reinforced Glass Beakers used to sell for around 40, now they're at 10, Imbued Sulfur could easily sell for 200 if you just waited a while, now it takes days to sell for 125. I'm lucky enough that I have other money making ventures for if the devs decide to drop the time cost (and thus the selling value) of more Baldwin materials, but I'm worried for the people who don't. I don't like that the devs are truly pushing towards fairgrounds and coliseum being the only worthwhile currency sources

Anyway! This was just the petty ramblings of someone who's a little bit bitter that their bedtime brews are now worth less than they were, feel free to ignore

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[petszene]

In what ways does a cat's diet influence a feline dealing with a urinary tract ailment?

Ever pondered the intricate connection between your cat's cuisine and their urinary tract health? 🐾 Let's delve deeper:

Hydration Haven: Opt for cat cuisine brimming with moisture to ensure your feline stays fabulously hydrated. Whether it's the sizzle of wet food or a splash of water on kibble, quenching that kitty thirst is key!

pH Harmony: Seek out cat food crafted to maintain that perfect pH balance in their urine. It's like a symphony for their urinary health, keeping everything melodiously in tune.

Mineral Mastery: Keep a watchful eye on minerals like magnesium and phosphorus; an excess can lead to the unwanted formation of crystals. Specialized cat foods act like mineral maestros, maintaining harmony in your kitty's urinary orchestra.

Protein Prowess: Choose cat victuals with premium meat as the star of the show. It's like a gourmet feast for your feline, providing essential nutrients without bombarding their urinary system.

Adieu to Irritants: Banish those pesky additives that might irritate your cat's delicate urinary tract. Opt for cat chow without unnecessary fillers – because your kitty deserves a VIP dining experience!

[vegi1]

How To Make Vegan Schnitzel With Oyster Mushrooms

You know, I wanted to create this vegan schnitzel to show everyone how diverse and delicious vegetarian dishes can be. Some folks might wonder if we vegans should be simulating foods that resemble meat, and to that, I say, why not? Simulating meaty dishes like this helps open up the world of plant-based eating to more people. Let’s face it, some might think veganism is all about just eating greens and salads, but it’s not true. By making dishes like this, I’m proving that being a vegetarian offers a wide variety of foods that are not only tasty but also great for your health! Simulating foods with vegan alternatives is a fantastic way to attract people to the vegan lifestyle.

don’t get me wrong, I totally get that some people find it challenging to give up certain foods. That’s why the names of dishes can be so powerful. When you hear “vegan schnitzel,” it sparks curiosity, right? You want to know what it’s all about and if it can really replace the traditional meat schnitzel. Well, let me assure you, it absolutely can! Many people have fallen in love with the vegan diet, and once you taste this oyster mushroom schnitzel, I’m sure you’ll join the club too!

So, let’s get cooking together! Follow me step by step as we make this delightful dish that will win your heart over.

let’s talk about the nutritional goodness of this schnitzel. It’s packed with essential and non-essential amino acids, powerful antioxidants, and vitamins B, C, and D. Plus, it’s a fantastic source of minerals like iron, zinc, calcium, and phosphorus.

It’s a great source of essential minerals like iron, zinc, calcium, and phosphorus. And let’s not forget about the immune-boosting powers of oyster mushrooms, helping you stay strong and healthy. Oh, and it’s got some absorbable protein in there, too, just what our bodies need!

Tips and tricks:

Alright, time for some tips and tricks to make sure your vegan Oyster Mushrooms schnitzel turns out perfect:

Choose your mushrooms wisely: Go for fresh, firm oyster mushrooms without any signs of spoilage. Give them a gentle clean with a damp cloth or paper towel to remove any dirt.

Marinate those shrooms: Whip up a mouthwatering marinade with grated onion, salt, pepper, smoky spice, coriander (or any aromatic veggie you like), lemon juice, olive oil, thyme, paprika, and turmeric. Let the mushrooms soak in this goodness for 30 minutes to enhance their flavors.

Get creative with the marinade: Feel free to add your twist to the marinade! A splash of soy sauce or balsamic vinegar can work wonders.

Coating is key: Make sure the oyster mushrooms are evenly coated with the marinade before frying. A crispy and golden crust is what we’re aiming for!

The frying mixture: Mix white flour, breadcrumbs, cornstarch, baking powder, and red pepper in a bowl. Gradually add water until you get a smooth, thick batter that sticks to the back of a spoon.

Test the oil: Preheat your oil and drop a little batter in to see if it sizzles and rises quickly without burning. That’s how you know it’s ready for frying!

Fry in batches: Avoid overcrowding the pan to get that perfect crispiness on your mushrooms.

Pat off the excess oil: Let your cooked schnitzel rest on some paper towels to soak up any extra oil and keep them crispy.

Serve it up: Now, here’s where your creativity shines! Serve these flavor-packed oyster mushrooms as an appetizer, side dish, or even a main course. Pair them with your favorite dips like aioli, sweet chili sauce, or a tangy Hommus dip.

Be a culinary artist: Feel free to experiment with different spices and seasonings to suit your taste buds. Get creative and enjoy!

There you have it! A flavorful, nutritious, and absolutely delightful vegan schnitzel. So follow my step-by-step guide below. Let’s get frying and enjoy this delectable Vegan Schnitzel with Oyster Mushrooms together.

SELECT THE FINEST OYSTER MUSHROOMS

Start by arranging fresh oyster mushrooms in a bowl. Ensure they are firm and free from any discoloration or spoilage.

Add grated onion to the mushrooms in the bowl. This will infuse them with a delightful burst of flavor.

Add a generous drizzle of lemon juice and olive oil to the mix.

SPICE THINGS UP!

Sprinkle thyme, salt, black pepper, smoked paprika, turmeric, and some fresh coriander over the mushrooms. Give it all a good mix, and then close the lid of the container to let the mushrooms marinate for at least half an hour. Trust me, this will taste a whole new level!

THE STAGE OF FRYING OYSTER MUSHROOMS

It's time to move on to the exciting stage of frying the oyster mushrooms. In a separate bowl, combine two spoons of flour.

GET READY FOR A CRUNCHY DELIGHT!

Add cornstarch and baking powder to the flour in the bowl. This combination will give your schnitzel that perfect crispiness you crave.

Now, for an explosion of flavor, sprinkle some red pepper into the flour mixture. Gradually add water and mix until you achieve a smooth and consistent batter. We don't want any lumps, so take your time with this step.

Dip the marinated oyster mushrooms into the batter, making sure they are well-coated. This is where the magic happens!

After coating the mushrooms in the batter, it's time to give them a breadcrumb makeover. Cover each piece thoroughly, ensuring every bit is coated evenly.

Now, let's sizzle some taste into our schnitzel! Pour oil into a container and let it heat up. Once it's nice and hot, carefully fry the mushrooms one by one in the oil, making sure to cook both sides until they turn a beautiful golden brown. Voilà! Your crunchy and healthy vegan oyster mushroom schnitzel is now ready to be devoured. Using a knife, cut through the schnitzel, and dip it in your favorite sauce for an explosion of flavor in every bite.

[sfnewsvine]

City Leaders Look Into Preventing Fish Die-Off in San Francisco Bay NBC Bay Area

This summer season’s fish die-off within the San Francisco Bay has metropolis leaders on the lookout for a approach to forestall it from taking place once more and scientists say there’s something that may be finished, nevertheless it received’t be low cost. The comparatively quiet environment and well-manicured park and inexperienced area at San Francisco’s Mission Creek Channel, close to the ballpark, are favorites to canine homeowners within the space.  Regardless that the placid waters of the channel look inviting, some do not let their pooches get in. “I might stroll him round it, however I might by no means let him go within the water. The scent may be very sturdy and it makes me somewhat involved,” stated John Martinez of San Francisco. It isn’t but clear how poisonous latest algal blooms are to us, nevertheless it’s been deadly to fish. The final instance of that was the 1000’s of fish that died in Oakland’s Lake Merritt this summer season, which is an estuary of the San Francisco bay. Some coverage leaders are main efforts to stop this from changing into a daily occasion. “We’ll must put money into getting phosphorus and nitrogen out of our waste stream, or San Francisco bay goes to be a multitude for generations,” stated San Francisco Supervisor Aaron Peskin.  He known as specialists on the algal bloom to make shows on the problem. Scientists imagine this summer season’s huge algal bloom grew to become poisonous and depleted oxygen within the water and killed the fish. “Some days you’ll be able to scent it and I am undecided if it is algae or a waste processing remedy plant which is shut by,” stated Somik Bahara, San Francisco resident. The die-off coincided with a stretch of extraordinarily sizzling climate with calm winds.  “We predict that gentle is a crucial issue right here, and anomalously suspended sediment ranges this yr,” stated David Senn of the SF Estuary Institute.  San Francisco, and different Bay Space cities, cannot do a lot about hotter days and local weather change, however they will do one thing to chop again on all of the nitrogen and phosphorus that is dumped within the bay from wastewater remedy crops. That is principally fertilizer for the algae.  It is a answer that would value billions of {dollars} however Peskin hopes the federal authorities can assist, prefer it did within the Nineteen Seventies with the Clear Water Act.  The hope is San Francisco can cleared the path for different municipal water remedies crops to do the identical.   The issue received’t be mounted in a single day, however they wish to begin engaged on it now, to be sure that they get it proper. Supply hyperlink Originally published at SF Newsvine

[poorlydrawndragongods]

[shadowbanish]

Tfw Baldwin gives you five purple sludge in a row, when you're wanting red, and you don't know whether to feel pissed or blessed.

[silanahredwing]

I am heading to bed now - but if you’re looking for banescale genes to be brewed, message me here, or on FR (tulmultuous, 106773)

Provided you have the required materials and treasure, I’ll do it for free.

Prim - Skink: silver muck, grey slime, 4 yellow ooze, 4 orange ooze, glass beaker, 47500 T

Sec -Spinner: gold muck, white slime, 2 red ooze, 4 orange sludge, glass beaker, 47500 T

Prim - Pinstripe: imbued sulfur, 2 red sludge, gold muck, 4 snail husk, 50000 T

Prim - Poison: silver muck, black slime, blue ooze, irradiated alchemical reduction, 10 powerful serthis potion, 50000 T

Sec - Toxin: gold muck, white slime, blue sludge, sizzling phosphorus, 10 unstable serthis concoction, 50000 T

Sec - Trail: imbued sulfur, 2 red ooze, silver muck, 4 seaside trumpet, 50000 T

Tert - Porcupine: 2 infused fragment, 2 irradiated alchemical reduction, black slime, 3 red sludge, reinforced beaker, 50000 T

[softsmear]

*   𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊    𝖘 .                🔪                  ❛      𝐈    𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃    𝐁𝐄    𝐀    𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇    𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇    𝐈𝐅    𝐈    𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃    𝐘𝐄𝐒    𝐓𝐎    𝐀𝐋𝐋    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄    𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 .      ❜          @icameasiam

𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴    𝚄𝙿𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳    𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳    𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚂𝚄𝙽 ,    hazels    squint    –––––––––    primarily    at    the    cursèd    orb ,    tangentially    at    the    revelation .    who    is    maus    to    disapprove    ?      𝘐𝘕    𝘍𝘈𝘊𝘛 ,    𝘞𝘏𝘖    𝘐𝘚    𝘔𝘈𝘜𝘚    𝘈𝘛    𝘈𝘓𝘓    ?      the    dry    stroke    of    𝗮    𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗸    against    the    side    of    its    box    punctuates    subsequent    silence .      (   𝐇𝐄    𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓    𝐇𝐈𝐒    𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑    𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊–𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒–𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 .   )      as    phosphorus    fails    to    ignite ,    sam    –––––    unlit    smoke    already    𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙙    𝙞𝙣–𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣    𝙝𝙞𝙨    𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨    ––––    ––    stoops    to    respond      [  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑    𝚖𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚍    𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜  ]      in    order    𝗧𝗢    𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗔𝗟    𝗛𝗜𝗦    𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 .

❛      shit ,    then    do    it .    if    i    could    𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶    𝙼𝚈𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵    𝚃𝙾    𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺    𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴    𝙸    𝙳𝙾𝙽 ’ 𝚃    𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 ,    i ’ d    consider    it    too .      ❜             ah ,    finally    !      red    tip    sizzling    loudly ,    demanding    his    attention ,    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇    𝐈𝐒    𝐋𝐈𝐓    !      infinitely    pleased ,    maus    hums    &    gingerly    guides    the    𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢    𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎    to    the    aforementioned    𝘏𝘖𝘛𝘓𝘠    𝘋𝘌𝘚𝘐𝘙𝘌𝘋    𝘊𝘐𝘎𝘈𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘛𝘌 .             ❛      right ,    sorry    ––––––    you    want    one    too    ?      𝙸    𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙴    𝙸    𝚆𝙾𝙽 ’ 𝚃    𝙰𝚂𝙺    𝙰𝙽𝚈    𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂    𝙸𝙽    𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽 .      ❜

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Passing Through

Part Four: Snowed In 

A/N: I really missed Ryan. It’s good to be back to this story. This picks up immediately where we left off in part three- you and Ryan are about to be snowed in for...a while...better get comfortable. 

Word Count: 4,472

“You could let me do that,” he offered, stooping next to you and sitting on the red brick ledge of the hearth. He pulled his snowy boots off and set them next to yours, beside the stack of wood he’d brought in from the porch.

You had been trying to get the fire going, but so far had only been successful in creating a large pile of ashes under the grate from all the newspaper you’d lit as kindling. Kevin had always taken care of getting the fire started, and you realized that you really had no idea what you were doing; that you’d never lit a fire in your own damn fireplace, and that you only wanted to now because Ryan was there and he’d need the extra warmth in your drafty living room. When you were home alone, you never bothered with the flue or the firebox, never touched the woodpile that had become a permanent fixture- and likely home to countless spiders- on your patio. You simply layered up your socks and spent most of your time in your bedroom either crashing into the mattress after a long day, or occasionally wrapped in an afghan and seated at your keyboard well into the midnight hours.

Suddenly that thought bothered you- that you couldn’t do something for yourself. You watched as the bright orange flame hungrily burned through yet another wad of paper, a disappointed scowl on your face. With a sigh and a shrug you turned to Ryan. “I guess that’s for the best if we ever want an actual fire.” You handed him the box of long-handled wooden matches, sitting back on your heels in defeat.

Ryan set the matches aside, reaching for the dwindling stack of newspaper to your left, leaning over you with a smile. “Lemme show you a trick I learned for startin’ fires,” he winked and you half expected the spark in his eye to jump into the hearth and ignite. “Makes it real easy, watch.”

Eyes glued to his fingers, you watched him tear the newspaper into thin strips, folding and ripping it until his hands were full of black and white fringes. Setting the pile of paper shreds aside, he pulled a small wood handled pocket knife from his jeans and flicked it open, the silver blade catching the light from your empty dining room. He tested the blade against his thumb, tapping the sharp edge against his cracked and calloused skin. Deeming it up to snuff, he picked through the wood pile until he found a small piece of pine, dry bits of bark falling between his fingers and onto the bricks. Concentrating on the soft wood, Ryan took the knife and used it to carve peels from the branch, repeating the motion until he had a cluster of curled ribbons next to the newspaper strips. “Learned this from a…” he paused, flicking the knife closed again, eyes narrowing slightly as his lips twitched. He cleared his throat and looked over at you. Is that… you thought you saw a twinge of sadness in his warm brown eyes, but before you could be sure he blinked and it was gone.  “From a good friend’a mine, out on the rails.”

Out on the rails. You’d guessed that Ryan was a freight hopper and he’d just confirmed it. You’d known a few back in your busking days, when you and Kevin hitched rides and splurged on bus fare when you were in between cities. You’d even hopped a train once yourself, and even though it was a solid five years ago, you could still feel the rush that widened your eyes and swept through your blood when you gripped the steel rungs of the ladder to climb up into the car that had just started to rumble over the tracks. You could remember pushing off through your toes, your boots leaving the rocky ground to reach for Kevin’s hand as the wheels that could crush you picked up speed just inches below you. It was the most dangerous thing you’d ever done, but it was also the most free you’d ever felt, the wind whipping at your face and your fingers as you went wherever the rails took you, the landscape stretching out for miles in all directions.

You looked over at Ryan, picturing him choosing a car in the train yard before he and his long limbs ambled up inside of it, could easily see him leaning against the corrugated steel walls with a lit cigarette between his lips and an open notebook on his thigh, jotting down lyrics and thoughts. The image made you smile. Most people would see someone like Ryan and not be able to look past the illegality of his actions, the danger he put himself in, the instability of his life. But you knew better having tasted that life for yourself. He’s a free bird, a hawk spreading his wings to ride a breeze. He was wrapping the shredded newsprint around the pine curls, fingers nimbly assembling a fire starter as he’d clearly done thousands of times before.

“So you just,” he held up the bundle for you to see the way he’d interwoven the paper with the ribbons of wood. “And if stuff’s wet, you could tie some twine around it, light that like a wick. But everythin’ here looks dry enough to me so,” he reached into the fireplace to nestle the fire starter under the grate, a few pieces of crumpled paper and some bark chips surrounding it. “Let’s give this a shot,” he wiped his hands on his pants and sat back, grabbing for the box of matches and pulling one out. You watched the head strike the phosphorus strip, igniting with an audible sizzle and spark. Carefully lighting both ends of the little pine and paper package, Ryan dropped the spent match in with the pile that you’d used before leaning further in to blow gently at the small flame that danced beneath the grate, feeding it oxygen and helping it grow. Lips pursed, he continued to supply the fire with air until he saw a splinter of wood from one of the larger logs catch. Satisfied that his work was done, he leaned back and looked over at you. “There we go,” his smile flashed in his eyes.

“Thanks, Ryan, that’s a really good trick.” You grinned back at him, all the feelings of inadequacy for being unable to start your own damn fire banished by the warmth from his smile and the growing flames. "And now I finally know how to use my fireplace." You laughed and shook your head.

He chuckled. “S’my pleasure, least I can do. It is a good trick, works every time.” He scooted back and off of the red bricked hearth and rose to his feet. “I’m just gonna…” he pointed in the direction of the bathroom and you nodded.

“Yeah, of course, I’m gonna,” you stood as well and gathered the two empty glasses that were still sitting by the window. “You want another?” you asked, indicating the glassware.

He smiled with just the corner of his mouth. “Sure, thanks.” He retreated down the hall and once you heard the click of the bathroom door, you let out a breath, looking around the room. When you left to go downtown that morning, the sun was throwing harsh white light against your plain white walls and empty white carpet. Now the amber glow of the fireplace illuminated Ryan’s bag and guitar case, his boots and coat. What a difference a day makes…feels more like home than it has in…stop it. You pushed those thoughts from your mind, reminding yourself that this was only temporary. He’ll be back on the rails, soon.

But you knew you’d never be able to forget the kindred soul you’d been fortunate enough to find. Wouldn’t want to even if I could. You refilled both yours and Ryan’s glasses from the growler in your fridge and set them down on the counter before opening the door to the small laundry room off the kitchen that doubled as storage, finding the air mattress and extra pillows that you’d bought for all the people you thought might visit you out in Colorado when you first moved out here. It was still in its original packaging. Least I know it doesn’t have any leaks. Ryan seemed as good a guest as any to break in the mattress. Pulling it down off of the shelf above the dryer, you took it from the box and brought it out into the living room just as Ryan came back out from the hallway.

“Hey grab those glasses, would you?” You called over your shoulder to him as you unfolded the navy blue full sized mattress, plugging it in to let it fill.

Ryan brought both glasses back over to the living room, moving to the wall so that he was out of your way. “You don’t have to do all’a that,” he said, motioning to the mattress.

“Yeah I do. Let that fill up, I’m gonna grab some blankets. Sorry it’s drafty in here,” you shrugged towards the large window that took up most of the front wall. “Old windows.”

He shook his head as you walked passed him, heading back to the storage shelves to grab the red and green plaid blanket. “S’more than I need.”

“Well, it’s what I have, and you’re welcome to it.” You came back out with the blanket and two pillows, tossing them towards where Ryan was sitting before checking the air in the mattress and turning off the filling pump. You took a seat next to him, wrapping your fingers around the glass he offered you. “Look, Ryan…” you turned to face him, struck again by his soft, warm leather eyes and the quiet calm that pooled there. “I…earlier, when I said that about needing a place to sleep and renewing my lease and all that-“

“Hey, I told you,” he tilted his head. “Just forget about it, I know you didn’ mean anything-“

“No. I didn’t mean anything by it, but it still bothers me that I said it and I want to tell you why, okay?”

Narrowing his eyes at you, he weighed your words. “Okay…”

You took a long pull from your glass and set your beer down before scooting over to the fire to give it a poke, arranging the now steadily burning logs into a better configuration. Sitting back against the wall next to him, you picked your glass back up and tapped your fingers against the rim before speaking. “It bothered me, Ryan, because that’s not who I am. Saying things like that? That’s not me. Never was. I used to travel, like you. No real permanent address. Guy I was dating, Kevin, he and I would pick a bus or hitch hike as far as we could, find a place that would rent to us for a month or two at a time. Even hopped a train, once.” You looked up to see his eyebrows rise at that last detail. “My point is, I get it, what you’re doing, what you’re choosing. I miss it… and…” you sighed.

“What made you stop then?” He asked.

It’s a simple question. Should have a simple answer, but… Another sigh. “Kevin wanted to stick somewhere and give it a shot, so… I agreed. And then…” you trailed off.

“Then he decided to go again,” Ryan finished your sentence for you, no pity in his tone, just understanding.

“Yeah. And I got stuck… after my mom… I lost touch with my brother and my dad and…and I just got stuck.” It was the first time you’d said it out loud, but it was true.

“Well, the road ain’t goin’ anywhere, Junebug. Rails ain’t either. You unstick yourself, you can get back out there.” He smiled. “Lot’sa people out there to share your music with.”

“Yeah…yeah…when I unstick myself…” you let out a breath and bit your bottom lip. “Thanks, Ryan.”

“Yeah.” He took a drink, grinning around the rim of his glass, a thin layer of foam clinging to the hair above his lip before his tongue darted out to remove it. “Just got one question for you.”

“Go ahead and shoot,” you said, opening your arms to indicate that there was nothing off the table. You’d already been more open and candid with him than anyone you dealt with on a daily basis.

“Did you have a road name when you were out there hoppin’ freight an’ hitchin’ rides?”

You gave him a quizzical look, laughing with a tilt to your head and a wrinkle in your brow.

“Lotta hoppers take road names,” he explained, lifting one shoulder and tilting his ear towards it. “‘Specially if they’ve been in some kinda trouble or if they’re runnin’ from somethin’. Oz was from Seattle… never knew his real name, and his girl’s name was Robin.” Ryan tapped his fingertips together, bending his knuckles as he spoke, eyes focused on the thin black lines and dark dots that ran up and down his digits as the orange light from the flickering flames illuminated his cheeks. “‘Cause she sang like one, not cause that was her,” he shook his head. “Never knew her name either. Oz wasn’t musical but Robin sure was.” His lips turned up, pulling his beard with them. “Played together a few times, Robin’n Georgie, Cowboy’n me, with another one’a their crew, Louie. Oz, Nikki an’ Kissie-“ he turned to you when he heard the subtle snicker at the name. “Kissie was a hit with the college girls.”

“Naturally,” you wrinkled your brow and nodded, drawing a laugh from Ryan, who shrugged again.

“Worked out for him, worked out for them- he wasn’t lookin’ for anythin’ and they were just lookin’ for somethin’ new. Anyway, the rest of ‘em would come and watch us play, look after our stuff for us, grab us some grub. We’d pool our earnin’s an when we could swing it we’d get a motel room. Stayed together for about three weeks before splittin’ up again. Longest I ever stayed with that many people, it was nice…”

“Sounds like you had a lot of fun together,” you said, taking a sip of your drink, the foam clinging to the rim of your glass. “Like you all made a real impact on one another.”

“Hmm, yeah,” he smiled wistfully, spreading his fingers out and holding up his hand. “Got these when I was out there with them.”

You looked at the tattoos on his fingers that had caught your eye nearly from the moment that you met him. “Yeah?” you asked and he nodded eagerly. You were always intrigued to hear the stories related to the ink that people chose, but everything about Ryan, tattoos included, piqued your interest more than most. “What’s the story there?” Setting your glass down, you pulled your knees to your chest under the blanket, hugging them close to your body for warmth.

“Well, these were my first,” he said, turning his upper body towards you slightly while flexing his fingers. You traced the lines with your eyes, stopping yourself from reaching out to trace them with your fingertips, noting the small black dots and the connected horizontal and vertical lines. “Got ‘em when I was 17, first year on the road. That was my first time out on the West Coast…think that’s why we ended up stayin’ so long, just… just mesmerized by the Pacific an everythin’ out there. The trees’n the sky…it’s different…”

You knew what he meant. It was the same sky no matter where on Earth you were standing, but the view was never the same. The angle, the clouds, the colors. You’d never been further west than where you were currently sitting, but getting out that way had always been a dream. “Where were you all? California?”

He shook his head, a few pieces of hair falling over his ear before he dragged the unruly strands back. “Nah, Coos Bay, Oregon. Little fishin’ town on the coast. Its-” you felt your eyes light up when you heard the town name. “You know Coos Bay?” he asked, just as surprised as you were to hear him say the name.

“Yeah,” you nodded enthusiastically, your own locks tumbling into your face before you mirrored his action and pushed them out of your way. “Never been there, but it’s on my bucket list.” Ryan fixed you with a quizzical look, clearly interested as to why a small town- though one of the largest on Oregon’s coast- that most people haven’t heard of would be somewhere that you wanted to see. “I told you I was a runner?” He nodded, eyebrows wrinkled, still not sure where this was going or where your interest in Coos Bay came from. “Well, Pre- Steve Prefontaine- is my running idol and that’s where he’s from. Always wanted to visit. There’s a bunch of memorials there to him and… I don’t know,” you shrugged. “Always wanted to go and see where he grew up…thank him for the impact he made on my life.”

“Yeah…you know now that you…” he scrunched one side of his face up in concentration. “I think I do remember seein’ a mural or somethin’ downtown with that name…sounds…s’a name you don’t really forget, ain’t it? Prefontaine? S’a mouthful.”

You laughed. “Yeah, sure is. So anyway, I’m sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt you.” You motioned to him to continue with his story.

“Nah, s’alright…but yeah, so we were out in Oregon, buncha young, dumb kids from all over the place… but it felt right bein’ together like a group. Felt like a tribe, ya know? Buncha wanderers. So Nikki, girl from…I think Santa Fe? She had a tattoo gun, wanted to get some practice in one night, so we all decided to let her.” He laughed. “Hindsight says we probably shouldn’ta… not guaranteed things are clean and sterile out on the road like that…we were in a motel that night so I guess it coulda been dirtier, but…like I said, young’n dumb. But we all wanted to get somethin’ similar…somethin’ that would connect us all even when we scattered all over again. Nice as those three weeks were…we all knew we couldn’t stick in one spot forever, ya know?”

Yeah. I know… You did know. You’d felt stuck for the last three and a half years and the urge to go was always there…but so was that voice in the back of your head, the one laced with doubt and reminiscent of Kevin’s condescending tone. You nodded.

“So we all got these lines’n dots… like places on a map’n roads an’ rails between ‘em. Got ‘em in all different places. Georgie got his on his shoulder,” he reached across his chest to tap his left shoulder. “Right where his fiddle sits. Cowboy got his on his hands… wanted mine on my fingers ‘cause that’s what I use to make music… shoulda thought about how I’d have to take a few days offa playin’ to let ‘em heal, but…don’t regret it. Robin’s are behind her ear and Oz went bold about it, got ‘em on his face, right around the corner of his eye.” The hand that he used to indicate the location of Georgie’s ink moved up to his face, pointing out the spot Oz chose.

I could listen to his stories all night. The way Ryan spoke about things that mattered to him was enchanting, like listening to his music. He put his whole soul into it; you could see it in the shine of his eyes and hear it in the tone of his voice. When he touched each spot, his fingers, his shoulder, the side of his face, it was like he could feel the connection to the people he was telling you about. It was like you could feel it too. “So do you still keep in touch with all of them? Do you get to see them when you’re traveling?” You couldn’t help but ask questions that would keep the story going.

Ryan nodded, looking down with a sniff. “Yeah,” the word came out more quietly than he’d been speaking just a moment ago, and your heart faltered at the slight change. Shit. I shouldn’t have... “Yeah, I still see some of ‘em…” Picking his head back up, eyes finding yours, he gave you a sad smile. “Nikki found a place to put down roots. Went to school and graduated. Her’n Kissie got together...think they’re still makin’ it work...but I don’t see mucha them anymore. Still got Georgie’n Louie, and I still meet up with Robin from time to time...she ain’t been the same since she lost Oz though…he uh…” Ryan cleared his throat. “Oz had demons, you know? He struggled. Drugs’n all that… been about six years now I guess. And Cowboy…” He stared into the fire as your heart sank further. You didn’t dare breathe until he spoke again. “Lost him a year ago...year ago today.”

Your chest tightened as though someone had spun the crank on a vice, that breath you’d been holding fleeing from your constricted lungs. “Ryan…” You’d stopped yourself from reaching out to follow the lines on his fingers, but this time, before stopping yourself even crossed your mind, he’d leaned forward and you’d placed your hand on his back.

It’s a special day for me too. That’s what he’d said when you’d shared what the day meant to you. But you never thought that this was what he meant. You never thought that he’d be hurting in the same was that you were, that he’d be feeling the same things, reliving memories and missing a part of him all at the same time that you were missing a part of yourself. You kept your hand on his back, and he didn’t move away. Your thumb swept slowly up and down over the soft fabric of his tee as he started speaking again, the vibrations of his deep voice rumbling through your palm as a log burned through in the fireplace. “S’what I’m doin’ in Denver. The buddy I was supposed to stay with… Cowboy’s brother. Reason he got stuck up in the mountains is ‘cause he was pickin’ up Cowboy’s girl Virginia and their kid over’n Utah. We’re supposed to meet up for a couple’a days an…” he looked up and towards the window, where the snow was still coming down in silent sheets. He looked back towards you and you let your hand fall away as he sat back against the wall. “I’m sure I’ll get to see ‘em in a day or two. Once this all clears out.”

“Ryan, I’m sorry about your friends…” They were too young. Like my mom. So much more life to live.

He looked down through his lashes at the lines on his fingers. “S’alright, Junebug. Got ‘em with me always.” He picked up his right forearm, rolling it so that you could see another small tattoo that you hadn’t noticed yet. The firelight threw a warm glow over his skin as you read the black lettering: (like a you or a me). “Got this a few weeks after he… after the funeral.”

You recognized the line. “That’s from an E.E. Cummings poem, isn’t it?” You knew that it was.

“Yeah,” the sadness was gone from his voice and it was leaving his eyes, too. “His brother read it at the service…said Cowboy read it at his High School graduation… I never knew that, but, it fits. If you’da known Cowboy… it fits him. An’ it… I donno, it makes me feel connected to him still…he’n I were so much alike…”

“He’s still a part of your life, Ryan, he always will be.”

“Yeah. Yeah… jus’ like your mom.”

You nodded. “Yeah.” You sniffed and sat up on your knees, moving towards the fireplace to throw another log on. Since Kevin had left, you’d gone through this day alone. Processing your emotions and memories, replaying conversations you wish you could have had, or ones you wish could have gone differently. It was comforting to have someone else there…someone who understood, someone who’s presence felt right, even if just for the day.

“Hey,” he’d moved behind you, trading your hand on his back for his on yours, the weight of it grounding you and feeling foreign and familiar at once. “We’re gonna be alright, you know? Just gotta keep on livin’ like they’d want us to.”

You brushed your hands together to get rid of the dirt from the log you’d added to the fire before turning to face him. There were only inches separating the two of you. You could see every detail of his face so clearly- each pore, every line, faint freckles and that one distinct birthmark, the patchy bead and every crack in his lips. You couldn’t remember the last face you’d studied so closely, or the last face that had been so kind, so warm. Despite the heavy topic you’d fallen into, you felt your lips turning up into a smile, felt your heart lighten. “Yeah, you’re right.” You sat back against the wall and he followed suit, leaning into the pillows and blankets you’d piled there. “You mentioned that harmonica before…” He nodded, a glow in his eye that was more than the reflection of the flames. “Wanna play a few songs? For Oz and Cowboy and my mom? I’ll grab my keyboard and…”

“Yeah, Junebug, sounds like a plan.”

The snow was piling high outside, the sky dark and the wind howling. You’d likely be stuck inside all the following day. If I have to be snowed in with anyone… I’m glad it’s him. You didn’t know how long you’d have Ryan in your life, didn’t know if this was meant to mean something or if the two of you were just meant to pass through one another’s worlds just for today, just to be there for each other in the storm. But one thing was certain, and that was that the man who was reaching into his pack for the small silver instrument had landed in your life for a reason. And who am I to question the reasoning of the universe? He blew a short burst of air through the mouthpiece of his harmonica, the bluesy notes adding to the warmth from the fire. No matter how long you’d have each other, you were glad that you were together for the night. Sometime tomorrow or the day after, things would thaw, and you knew he’d be on his way, heading out to meet up with his people. But tonight we’re in this together.

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[pastprologue-fr]

baldwin mats needed:

OOZE: 3x yellow ooze 7x orange ooze

SLIME: 4x white slime

MUCK: 2x silver muck 2x gold muck

SLUDGE:  7x orange sludge

OTHER: 18x unstable serthis concoction 2x sizzling phosphorus  2x glass beaker  8x snail husk 1x imbued sulfur

[saltminerising]

Oh this Baldwin update slaps so severely, I absolutely love this and I'm going to go marvel at 2 sizzling phosphorus for the price of one.........

[newfloweringhouseplants-blog]

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[shawol9196]

Incubus AU (Kinktober): Day 3/31

fem!Minkey, ~900 words Rated ms for magic (supernatural) and smut

Day 3: Sensory Deprivation; Temperature play

The dream machine starts clicking promptly at 11pm. Minho’s in the middle of a chapter and is loathe to stop. The clicking stops but he continues to read until the machine starts beeping annoyedly. With a sigh, Minho puts down their book and walks over to it.

Apartment  25: Kim Gwiboon

Orientation: Pan

Seeking: Female companionship

Act: #156+

Making their way to the elevator, Minho wonders what Gwiboon has in store for today. Out of all the tenants that Minho feeds on, Gwiboon has always had the most variable dreams -- both scenario and position wise. The ride is short and without interruption and soon enough Minho stands in front of Gwiboon’s door. There’s no light  underneath the door, but one comes on when they push the lock in. Minjung can tell that Gwiboon is in a dom mood just by the sight of her: she has her favorite black silk nightie on with accompanying black lace gloves, box of toys and accessories sitting open at her side. She sits next to a spread out towel obviously intended for Minjung. She sits down, brushing fingers against Gwiboon’s to start the dream.

“I have a new game for you, kitten.” Gwiboon muses, reaching into the box.

She pulls out a blindfold and some headphones.

“The safe word is geese.” she says with a giggle, tying the blindfold over Minjung’s eyes.

Minjung hums in understanding. Blindfolds weren’t uncommon amongst the dreams Minjung participates in, especially where Gwiboon was concerned.

“If you’re alright with my game, put your hands behind your back, please.”

Minjung does as she’s told and Gwiboon ties her hands with a silk ribbon similar to the blindfold.

“I’m going to put these headphones on you and then go get the rest of my surprise. Be good and stay still for me.”

After the headphones are in place, it doesn’t take long for Minjung to become acutely aware of every sensation on her skin. With no visual or aural input to distract her attention, she feels every breeze, every brush against her skin. For a few moments, there’s only the feeling of air around her; then, there’s the sensation of Gwinboon dragging her nails ever so lightly down her spine. She shudders and lets out a small gasp. Gwiboon’s hand moves up and down and up and down her back until she gets almost used to the sensation. The feeling disappears and she feels warmth on her shoulder: Gwiboon must be trying to give her a hickey. When Gwiboon pulls away, the spot becomes cold. She feels something colder -- much colder -- on her back. This must be Gwiboon’s game: ice. As Gwiboon lets the melting ice drip on her back, Minjung squirms around. It stops for a moment, until Gwiboon presses the ice cube down her spine. She follows the ice with kisses as if to warm Minjung back up. There’s another pause and Minjung is tense with anticipation. She jolts back at the feeling of a piece of ice being held up to each nipple. They harden, goosebumps forming on the rest of her body to match as Gwiboon swirls the ice cubes up and down her torso. When both pieces have melted away, Gwiboon goes about sucking and kissing over each spot she went over. She can feel Gwiboon’s breath on her face and cranes for the kiss she knows must be coming. She’s met instead with ice pressed to her lips. After a moment, she takes the ice into her mouth, sucking on it until it melts. She waits once again for a kiss, but shudders hard when she’s met with ice again. As Gwiboon rubs the ice cube over Minjung’s clit, she can’t help but to wiggle around in an effort to evade it. When Gwiboon swats her ass she does her best to remain still. The ice cube melts quickly -- as expected -- and Gwiboon -- to Minjung’s surprise -- removes the headphones.

“Up on your knees for me.” she says firmly, guiding Minjung up with a finger under her chin.

She reaches and undoes the tie on Minjung’s hands, moving them up so her arms rest on Gwiboon’s shoulders before retying them.

“Stay still now, kitten.”

Finally, Minjung gets the kisses she’s been waiting for: most of them are soft as the caresses have been; a few are rough. As Gwiboon uses her tongue to part Minjungs lips for a deeper kiss, she feels something -- more ice -- parting her lips and teasing at her entrance. She gasps and moans into Gwiboon’s mouth, earning a fond giggle.

“Enjoying it?” Gwiboon asks, though it’s more rhetorical than anything.

Minjung’s gasps and noises pick up as Gwiboon starts to fuck her with ice; she’s switched from little cubes to sizable rods and it’s almost more than Minjung can take. Gwiboon doesn’t pull away when she starts to whine so she wills herself to come faster, hoping that  they’ll move on to something more collaborative when she does.

“Finished already?” Gwiboon coos.

She holds Minjung through most of her orgasm, then moves out of her embrace. Minjung listens for her movement, trying to figure out where she’s going, what they’ll be doing next. There’s a scraping sound followed by a sizzle; it’s followed by the scent of phosphorus: matches.

“You look a little chilly, kitten. How about I warm you up?”

Minjung takes a deep breath. It’s going to be a long night.

[graywyvern]

( via / via via feuilleton )

The Souls of Acheron.

"Twencen Poet"

There is no suffering we do not have a name for. O scrupulous survivor will you betray for us somebody new?

A Capybara for all Seasons.

"inscription for an empty urn"

Returned to the earth, this phosphorus most precious of elements. It was gathered long and at great expense though not always well used or appreciated. The cellular fire that sizzled these minerals is snuffed. Let them go back into the compost process without the tags they once wore. Phosphorus is rare. There will be other fires.

Return of the Bodysnatchers.

"Plantation"

   Touching only rarely yet your suicide is a lamp to my days    Nothing works and that's how it should be    Catstalk in the shadow of the parked cars

A Night in the Desert.

[charmed-dragons]

pt 3/?? of neb’s stufffff

[silanahredwing]

New Level 4 recipe set:

Each item is 1500 T to brew, and takes 3 hours, so essentially 2 days, though it’ll be better to stretch it out.

Text only version (edited to put under cut):

Posh Cane:

1 grey slime, 2 orange sludge, 2 green ooze, 5 polished walking sticks (Boreal wood drop from the Frosttangle Stranglers)

Posh Dress Shirt:

1 grey slime, 1 purple goo, 2 yellow ooze, 5 wolpertinger hoodie (Boreal Wood drop from the wolpertingers)

Post Monocle:

1 grey slime, 2 orange ooze, 1 green goo, 5 slinky band (Boreal Wood drop from Pebblehide Stoats)

Posh Pants:

3 black slime, 1 sizzling phosphorus, 2 green goo, 5 lawn sin (Golem Workshop drop from Mechanical Destroyers)

Posh Ring:

1 grey slime, 1 red sludge, 2 yellow ooze, 5 wind-up key (Golem Workshop drop from the Gearsping Pocketmouse)

Posh Spats:

1 grey slime, 1 green sludge, 1 sizzling phosphorus, 5 glazed mammophant mask (Boreal Wood drop from the Mammophants)

Post Tail Spat:

1 grey slime, 1 red goo, 2 green ooze, 5 walrus pelt (Boreal Wood drop from the Woolly Walrus)

Post Tailcoat:

1 white slime, 1 purple ooze, 2 red sludge, 5 redfin belt (Redrock Cove drop from the Redfin Wavespinner)

Post Top Hat:

1 black slime, 1 purple goo, 2 yellow ooze, 5 auburn woolly pelt (Boreal Wood drop from the Auburn Woolly Walrus)

Posh Waistcoat:

2 grey slime, 2 yellow goo, 1 orange goo, 5 sorceress’ loopbelt (Redrock Cove drop from the Maren Sorceress)