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Master the Art of Hosting: Top Tips for Throwing an Epic New Year's Eve Bash

New Year’s Eve is a time to bid farewell to the old year and welcome the new one with open arms. And what better way to celebrate than by throwing an epic New Year’s Eve bash? Hosting a memorable party requires careful planning and attention to detail. In this article, I will share my top tips for hosting a New Year’s Eve party that your guests will be talking about for years to come. Setting…

[merakiui]

it’s my first time ordering for lunar love hotel 🥺🥺🥺 i’m not sure if i’m doing it right but i’d like to order a flower bouquet with chamomile tea and lemon squares from the midnight menu and a fruit smoothie from the morning menu for ceo azul and afab reader (maybe either his secretary or just an employee working under him, whichever you prefer!)

thank u so much! 🥰

yandere!azul ashengrotto x (female) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, dub-con, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, somnophilia, obsession, power imbalance, abuse of authority, mention of pregnancy, implied alcohol use/inebriation, ceo!azul, secretary!reader note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

You wake to a dull pressure between your legs, roused from dead, dreamless slumber like a reanimated corpse. Groggily, you blink bleariness away and search through the dimming light for the body propped up above you. Your fingers, clumsy and numb, brush against his chest, climbing up to drag across his collarbone and, ultimately, reaching his face. He’s without his glasses; twin pools of the deepest sapphire flick over your form, assessing the state of your sentience.

“Mmh… Mr. A-Ashengrotto?” you mumble, still so out of it. His hips stutter to a halt. Your eyes shut once more, and this time he takes care to move slower. Softer. You arch up into his touch, breathing heavy. “Ooh…”

What happened? How did you get here? If your spotty memory is to be trusted, you arrived late to the company party, got into a drinking competition with Floyd Leech, and stumbled out into the chilly night, hanging onto the arm of the one and only CEO of Mostro. Your benevolent boss—Azul Ashengrotto.

And now here you are, lying beneath him on a plush bed, your legs wrapped limply around his waist while he rocks into you with a gentleness rivaling that of the smoothest sea. Just beyond the rain-spattered windows, a gloomy cityscape sprawls. You’re not sure where you are or what floor you’re on. Exhausted, your mind a muddled wreck, you force your eyes open.

“Mr. Ashengrotto, what are you…” You swallow dryly. Hangover sticks to you like wet socks on soles. “What’re you doing?”

The hand that had been previously rubbing circles into your hip slides away to grasp at your breast. He rolls your perky nipple between two fingers, marveling at the way it sinks in when he presses down. It springs back with ease, still just as pebbled as before.

“You should know—” he starts, only to break off with a low moan— “that it’s impossible to out-drink Floyd.”

“No… No, that’s not—” You suck in a shaky breath through your teeth. His cock curves up inside you, hitting all the right places. “Can’t… We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not?”

“Not right and—it’s wrong… You’re my boss and it’s not…gonna look good.”

“My dear, is that all you ever think of? Even now, your mind is on work. Won’t you relax?”

“Because…” You squirm beneath him, deeply unsettled and yet unable to phrase your protests in sharper terms. “Mr. Ashengrotto—”

“Azul,” he murmurs, running his knuckles over your cheek. Sickeningly fond, he has the gall to smile at you like an angel. “It would make me happy if you called me that in private.”

You try to shake your head. “I can’t—”

“We offer paid maternity leave,” he reminds you, punctuating that point with a sharp, sudden thrust. Your legs tighten around him out of some bodily instinct.

“Don’t want that,” you babble, grabbing at his shoulders. “Don’t want a baby. I can’t—need money to live. It’s expensive… Please, Mr. Ashengrotto…”

He tuts, a frown flickering on his handsome face. “You look so tired. Rest, my dear. I’m here for you.”

Azul lifts you from the bed, angling his hips down to ensure his seed will find its rightful home in snug, gummy depths. He’s borderlining the edge of the end, teetering on a pleasurable precipice. You feel yourself falling. In spite of everything—the situation and the intention in every thrust—it feels good. Mindless. Intrinsic. Strangely meant to be.

“You work so hard on my behalf. Such a diligent secretary, always knowing just what I want when I need it.” Azul takes your hand in his, squeezing reassuringly. You shiver at the contact—whether in revulsion or reverence, he can’t say. “Ah, but your eating habits are abysmal. You work late and arrive early. You come into the office on the verge of death, and then you lie to my face when I ask if all is well.” He peers down at you, eyes shimmering with an odd emotion. “Why do you run from me, my dear?”

“A-Azu—ooh… Azul…”

“Was that so difficult? My name isn’t a mouthful. If you say it enough, it may stick permanently. Mrs. (Name) Ashengrotto—what a precious title. So musical.”

You follow his hand as it moves to press down against your stomach. You can’t be with him. He’s your boss and you’re his secretary. It wouldn’t look right. The rumors that would spread… You couldn’t handle that sort of pressure—of having all eyes glued to your figure whenever you walk into a room.

“I wanna go home…”

“You are home.”

“My home.”

His expression sours. “I wouldn’t call that hovel a home.”

Your head falls back against the pillows. What’s the point in debating? Sleep claws at you, dragging you back with greedy fingers. Bile rises in your throat, so you swallow it down. You have to say something. You can’t let him have his way. You can’t be a mother. Not now. You can’t. You can’t. You can’t.

But it’s so easy to float along and succumb. It’s so easy to be lazy. It’s so easy to agree. It’s what your boss wants. As his dutiful secretary, you must listen and do just as he asks.

“Get some sleep. You need it. I’ll be here when you wake.”

You don’t intend to, but your eyes fall shut. His voice is soothing like the sweetest song. With your consciousness now waning, you slip away just as he bottoms out and releases with a groan. Your insides are flooded with cum, but that’s the last thing you concern yourself with. It’s what he says next that follows you into your dreams. An ominous omen. A confession.

“I love you, (Name)… And soon—quite soon—you’ll love me, too.”

[communist-ojou-sama]

Otherside Picnic (manga) vol. 12, bonus chapter

Bonus Chapter: Flashback to That Night

“...Hey, Sorawo.”

Nishina Toriko had been quiet for a while, as I was thinking she was making an odd expression as she opened her mouth, her next words were “What should we do about the wrap-up party?” for a moment, Kozakura lost the thread of the conversation.

...Hm?

Kamikoshi Sorawo, like Kozakura, was looking at Toriko quizzically. Seeing those looks, Toriko added, as if making an excuse,

“Look, we went into the Otherside this time too, right? Then we’ve gotta have a wrap party.”

If you didn’t know anything about these two’s usual routine, this addition wouldn’t serve as much of a justification, but with that Kozakura was able to reorient herself within the conversation. Toriko and Sorawo have a habit of going out for food and drinks after coming back from exploration of the Otherworld, and calling it a ‘wrap party���. To Kozakura, who’s so afraid of the Otherside that she can’t help herself, the exploration that serves as a precondition to this celebrating is already so abnormal that she couldn’t imagine wanting to celebrate it, but on the other hand, she could undertstand it a bit. As a sort of ritual of return to daily life from a dangerous environment full of fear, the idea of a wrap party didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

Perhaps the reason why she felt that way was because she herself was in need of such a ritual.

As she lifted her gaze, her eyes met with Migawa, who was standing with butler-like good posture. As if reading her thoughts, he nodded once. After finishing the rest of her tea, she set the cup down on the table with a clack.

“All right! Got it! Let’s go eat some meat!”

The two girls on the sofa looked up at her in surprise.

“Eh? But I don’t have that kind of money.”

Hearing Sorawo say something so timid brought an involuntary laugh to Kozakura’s lips. She trapises into the Otherside without a thought, but she’s afraid of an expensive meal.

“This time, I’ll treat you-- You did save me after all.”

We settled on the meat bar in front of the Shakujii Park station for our celebration. Ordinarily, Kozakura was not much of a meat-eater, but right now she felt like her body was craving some animal protein.

It had only been three days since she and Sorawo were abducted off of the street. Just three days! In that short span, entirely too many things have transpired.

Getting kidnapped is a big enough deal on its own, but then they were brought to a ruin in the middle of the mountains of Hannou. The person waiting for them there was a 4th-kind contactee, and had the ability to brainwash anyone with the sound of her voice.

Urumi Runa-- the teenage wannabe streamer.

Just remembering it sent a shiver down her spine. It was a terrifying voice. Far beyond the domain of ASMR, this voice from the Otherside rendered anyone who heard it a literal prisoner.

Urumi Runa brainwashed untold dozens of people with it, and made a cult centering around worshiping her. Kozakura was interrogated by Runa’s voice, and made to spit out everything she knew.

That said…

As she watched Sorawo and Torako across the table choosing from the wine menu, Kozaku was spurred into a bittersweet train of thought.

While she might have told her everything she knew, Runa’s questions were mostly about Uruma Satsuki, or well… the version of “Satsuki-sama” that existed exclusively in her mind. And in being asked, Kozakura realized that her knowledge of Satsuki didn’t really amount to much at all.

Ultimately, just what sort of person was she?

As she succumbed to Runa’s voice, that’s all Kozakura could think of.

She never did find an answer to that question, and she may never have a chance to get an answer, going forward.

“What drink do you want, Kozakura-san?”

Sorawo’s question brought her back to the present.

“What are you two drinking?”

“We’ve never had rosé before, so we were thinking of trying it.”

“Ah, is that so. I’ll just go with that.”

After she answered, Sorawo wrinkled her brow.

“Are you alright?”

“What do you mean?”

“You seemed a little bit out of it.”

Kozakura was internally surprised that this girl had developed the capacity to worry about others.

“I’m fine. Well, I am tired, so I might be a bit out of it.”

“Ah…”

The two of them nodded.

“I’m sure you are tired…”

“Thanks for everything, really.”

“You two, too.”

The information Runa wanted to hear about “Satsuki-sama” was, from Kozakura’s perspective, all inconsequential trivialities. Where she lives, what food she likes, whether or not she ever mentioned Runa, whether there were any pet-peeves of hers that she should avoid… While her ability was terrifying, Kozakura understood straightaway that the girl herself was nothing more than a mentally immature fangirl. This realization depressed her more than anything.

After a litany of mostly unanswerable questions and questions to which Kozakura didn’t know the answer, Runa clearly became a bit irritated at the slow going, but when she learned of the existence of Satsuki’s office at DS Research, and that notebooks written by Satsuki herself were stored there, she got excited, and ordered her underlings to to prepare for a raid.

Runa’s impulsive armed forces, driven on enetirely by her voice…While their organizational principles and doctrine were all childish and immature, If you have no way to deal with her voice, they’re quite formidable.

As she was worrying about the safety of the people at DS research, Runa ordered her followers to detain her and handed her over to them.

It was then that Sorawo saved her.

While her consciousness was still hazy from the effects of the questioning, Runa’s followers seemed to have a falling-out, and before she had any idea what was going on Sorawo had saved her and woken her up. While she was a bit disconcerted by how different Sorawo’s aura was from usual, they attempted to escape from the ruins, but…

The wine and ham arrived.

“Wha!? Sorawo, this isn’t sweet!”

“You’re right. This isn’t what I was expecting.”

“But this also tastes good in its own way.”

“It’s nice and refreshing.”

Sorawo and Toriko are surprised at their first time drinking rosé. When they’re relaxing and chatting like this, you could never take them for a woman who mercilessly destroys others’ minds, or a woman who’d raid a cult’s base of operations, assault rifle in hand. Not unlike Urumi Runa, Kozakura felt unease about the mismatch between these girls’ capacity for destruction and the childishness of their mentalities.

However, it’s also true that that immaturity likely saved her. Had they not been so foolhardy, she may not have made it out of that situation.

Their escape attempt came to a dead end, and Kozakura and Sorawo were once again caught in the basement of the ruin. Kozakura, now Runa’s hostage, passed through the gate and was brought into DS Research. Perhaps because she was rendered unable to resist by the voice, her consciousness became vague, as if in a dream.

And then, when she came to, Satsuki was there.

But what stood there was… that, was not Satsuki.

It was some completely different thing, imitating Satsuki’s form. Kozakura understood the the first instant she saw it. Within the empty husk of the woman she’d once loved, some unknown creature was was wearing it and moving it around.

And Toriko was moving toward that monster. While calling Satsuki’s name.

Stop it, Toriko.

Can’t you see? That’s not Satsuki.

From the depths of terror that kept her body frozen, Kozakura desperately clawed her consciousness back together. Summoning up all her irritation at Toriko for not recognizing this Satsuki as a fake, and her fury at Satsuki for trying to involve herself with such a young and immature girl, desperately, she moved her body.

Get yourself together, Sorawo-chan.

Hurry! Grab her! Toriko’ll get taken away!

She squeezed out that shout, and had no memory of what happened after that. When she came to, she was back at DS research.

There was no sign of Satsuki, and Runa was unconscious with her mouth gruesomely torn open.

Kozakura, with her mental and physical energy entirely spent, fell asleep on the spot without being able to take so much as a step-- in fact, she felt like she fell unconscious.

The main thought in her head as her consciousness faded was surprise that Sorawo and Toriko brought her back with them and didn’t abandon her. It was that extreme of a situation.

They might be hopelessly impulsive brats, who’ve matured in bodily terms alone, but they’re good kids. That was Kozakura’s appraisal of the two of them now.

So, well, there’s no harm in treating them to some overpriced steak, just for today.

As she gazed in a generous frame of mind at the two of them eating their meat, suddenly, a scene that she’d forgotten about flashed back across her mind.

Kozakura and Sorawo, having escaped from the cultists, hiding in a narrow locker.

Sorawo’s hand resting on Kozakura’s head as she trembled.

Her head being petted, as if to pacify her.

Over, and over.

Back then… why the hell did this maniac pet her!?

Kozakura couldn’t take her eyes off of Sorawo, who was cutting meat with her knife.

...No, really, why the hell did she do something like that???????

Perhaps sensing her gaze, Sorawo looked up.

The instant before their eyes met, the smartphone on the table began to shake. On the screen was a message from Migawa.

Sorawo looked curiously at her, and Kozakura looked back.

“...It seems like they finished cleaning.”

Kozakura replied, unnecessarily evasively.

END

[alittlepudge-neverhurtnobody]

kinktober #4

Leashed 🔗 / Hologram ✨ (both...ish!)

Arthur’s been in his new flat for just about a week when he takes home the guy from the bar. He’s only half unpacked, but with no one breathing down his neck and no cleaners to worry about impressing, it’s a hell of a lot harder to care about the state of the place. 

Moving to Nottingham is the first thing he can say he’s ever really done for himself, and even though he’s proud of it, part of him still feels sick with doubt every day that he doesn’t roll into the slick white marble lobby of Uther’s firm and punch the lift button for the 25th floor. The move was supposed to herald a new era of going back to school, finding himself, and pissing off his father, and even though so far it’s mostly just heralded a lot of anxiety spirals and takeout, it seemed like as good a catalyst as any to start being bisexual in practice rather than just in theory. 

So he’d gone out, and he’d had a few drinks — a couple of beers, first, and then, once he got up the courage, something off the cocktail menu that Uther would have scoffed at — and he’d flirted with the angular, ethereal barman until his shift was over and he could join Arthur for a couple of drinks, and then they’d talked until he felt confident enough to invite him back to his, and then — 

And now he’s slumped at a table, a dull headache still thumping behind his eyes and the waistband of his jeans biting into his belly. He’s put on weight, between all of the stress eating he did while trying to convince himself to quit the firm and all of the workouts he justified skipping by telling himself the time was better spent packing or applying to postgrad programs. Half of him — the half that’s afraid of never being enough — worries that it means Uther is right: he is lazy, undisciplined, tender. The other half finds it perversely satisfying and itches to do more. Uther loathes any sign of softness; becoming soft himself might be Arthur’s ultimate act of rebellion.

“Arthur,” says Morgana, poking his soft side. “Don’t you dare fall asleep. We’re counting on you to know all the sports questions.”

Arthur groans and straightens up some. Morgana is the only reason he chose Nottingham rather than simply closing his eyes and pointing to a map, but he’s realizing now that he might live to regret it. Doing a pub quiz while hungover is hardly his idea of a good time.

“I’m fine,” he mutters, flagging the server and ordering himself a burger, chips, and a beer. Hair of the dog, and all that. Who cares if he’s technically already eaten dinner. “Just tired. Getting the new place in order, you know.”

“We’re happy to help unpack,” offers Morgana’s girlfriend Gwen from across the table, sipping her cider. “Just say the word, we’ll pop round.”

“Thanks,” he says, fiddling with his napkin. “Who’d you say we were waiting for?”

“Our fourth,” says Gwen. “A friend of mine from uni.”

“You’ll like him,” says Morgana, her green eyes flashing. “Another queer.”

Morgana and Gwen are the only two people Arthur is out to, and for most of their adulthood he’s only seen them at holidays or talked over text. It’s strange to hear his sexuality spoken aloud so casually, and he tenses for a moment before realizing that no one else here could possibly care. The Hologram is clearly a gay bar — the ’80s-style decor is colorful and campy, and when Arthur told the host he was meeting a party for the pub quiz, they’d stamped his hand with a sparkly flower design that Morgana explained is an Oscar Wilde reference — and although it’s not Arthur’s first gay bar, it’s certainly his first in a long time, and he doesn’t quite feel like he fits yet.

“Merlin’s genderqueer,” Gwen adds. “They use he and they, just so you know.”

Arthur sits up straight. “Merlin?”

“Chosen name,” she says with a smile. “It really suits him, though.”

Their server drops off Arthur’s beer, and he slugs half of it down as Gwen’s face lights and she waves to someone behind Arthur. He doesn’t dare turn. How many queer Merlins can there be in Nottingham?

“Hiya,” says a new voice, warm and lilting, and Arthur stifles a belch as his stomach drops.

He’s been wrestling with the memory of last night all day, trying in equal measure to convince himself it was fine and normal and forget the whole thing altogether. He’d been drunk, but not enough that he couldn’t consent or wasn’t acutely aware of what was going on. At the time, the lack of inhibitions had felt like a free pass to act on his desires without second-guessing himself; now, he thinks maybe inhibitions exist to keep you from doing things you have to examine critically the next day.

It would have been fine if they’d just had sex. Arthur can do just sex. It was how Merlin had looked at him with wonder, how he’d touched his stomach and hips so appreciatively. He’d kissed Arthur’s jaw where there’d once upon a time been definition and now was just soft. He’d run his fingernails down Arthur’s stretch marks; he’d moaned hungrily when Arthur laid his full weight on top of him. It had made Arthur hungry, too. 

Arthur pinches the bridge of his nose. He’s going to need more paracetamol.

Gwen and Morgana are saying their hellos, complimenting Merlin’s sweater and asking if he’s had his hair cut. And then Morgana says, “Merlin, this is my brother Arthur.”

Merlin slides into the other side of the booth next to Gwen and grins at Arthur. There’s a knowing in his blue eyes that sends dread scuttling down Arthur’s spine. 

“Hello again,” says Merlin, grinning, and Arthur manages to pull his face into something that’s only half grimace.

“Hullo.”

“Oh,” says Gwen, “do you know each other?”

“Not really,” says Arthur, as Merlin says, “A bit.”

Gwen and Morgana exchange a look.

Blessedly, the server returns with Arthur’s food, and he diverts himself to his plate, filling his mouth before he can say anything else incriminating. He looks up after a few bites to find Merlin watching him.

“What?” he says, mouth full.

Merlin gives him a crooked smile. “Nothing. Just looks good. Might get one myself, if they’ve got a veg option.”

“They have excellent chips,” puts in Morgana — for whose benefit, Arthur isn’t sure. He’s aware, at least peripherally, that he and Morgana might have similar — proclivities. It began as suspicion — Gwen is substantially softer and rounder than she was when she began dating Morgana three years ago — and then last year at Christmas, Morgana wouldn’t shut up about it when she and Arthur stole a couple bottles of wine and hid out in the carriage house after dinner. 

It’s different for Arthur. While Morgana took Uther’s tyranny about food and bodies and turned it outward to her partners, Arthur absorbed it and pointed it inward. It’s all twisted up with shame and self-doubt, but it’s there, indelible and only just starting to be accessible now that he’s out from under Uther’s thumb. He wants to eat whatever he wants. He wants to indulge himself, savor the illicitness of it, fall asleep full and totally sated instead of half-empty and anxious. 

Which is why, last night, he asked Merlin to feed him.

They’d gone once already, and Arthur was out of breath. He’d realized, hauling loads of boxes down to the lobby of his old building, how out of shape he was, and he’d hired movers to take care of the rest of it. There’d been a thrill to it, running parallel to guilt, and he felt the same way now, with Merlin lying half on top of him, idly kneading and jiggling his plump belly. 

“Your body is incredible,” murmured Merlin, and in his old life Arthur would have scoffed. He would have convinced himself Merlin was lying, because how could it be true? But now, he let it soak in. Merlin didn’t know him any other way — didn’t know how he’d whittled himself down again and again for his father’s approval, didn’t know what he’d looked like straight out of college football. And he’d still said something nice.

“Want to go again?” Merlin asked, laying a kiss on Arthur’s collarbone. 

Arthur nodded. “Yeah. But — maybe —” No. He was not going to lose his nerve after kicking up a fuss to himself about this being the start of the rest of his life. He was never going to see this person again. What did he have to lose? “Maybe … we could try something else with it?”

Merlin pulled themself up to a half-sit. “Sure. Like what?”

“Erm.” He threw his forearm over his eyes, but he could still feel Merlin’s cool blue gaze on him. “Like … you could, er, feed me first. Or during.”

He slid his arm a couple of centimeters so he could peek at Merlin’s response. His head was cocked like an inquisitive dog’s, and, gently, he moved Arthur’s arm from his face.

“Feed you?”

“Like … with your hands?”

Merlin nodded. “Sure, if you want. Can I … can I add something?” 

“Er, sure.”

“Do you have a necktie or a belt or something?”

Arthur shrugged. “I don’t think I’ve unpacked that box yet. Why?”

Merlin shifted their weight. “If you’re okay with it, maybe I could … tie your hands?”

Arthur’s mouth went dry, his stomach filling with heat. “Erm. Yes? That’s — yeah. We can try that.”

“I’m sure I’ve got something,” said Merlin, unfolding his spindly form and climbing off the bed. Arthur watched the long, pale lines of his body as he crouched where he’d thrown his bag in the corner. He was lovely in a strange, not-quite-of-this-world kind of way, like the fae in old folk tales. 

“Merlin?” he called. Now he had to know.

“Yes?”

“Are you fae?”

“That depends. F-e-y or f-a-e?”

“... Both.”

“Then yes,” says Merlin, catapulting himself back into bed and landing with a knobby elbow in Arthur’s gut. Arthur oofs and Merlin says, “Sorry, sorry!” and holds up —

“Merlin. Is that a dog leash?”

“Um, yes? I’m in vet school. And I walk dogs. It’s all I’ve got with me.”

“I thought you were a bartender?”

Merlin dipped his head. “I’m also that.”

Now, Arthur asks, “Aren’t you cheating on your other bar? The — what’s it called?”

“The Sidhe?” They pronounce it shee, and Arthur’s glad he didn’t try to say it aloud. “Yes, I am. Don’t tell. We’re very sensitive about not having an organized pub quiz.”

Arthur scowls into his beer. Morgana kicks him under the table, and he glares at her.

“Ouch! What’s that for?”

“I need to borrow you for a moment,” she says, eyes narrowing. “Father’s calling.”

Morgana hasn’t voluntarily taken calls from Uther in at least six months, so this is an obvious ruse, but he hauls himself out of the booth and she herds him to the opposite corner of the room. 

“What are you doing?” she hisses. “Why are you being such a dose?”

Arthur avoids her eyes. “I slept with him last night.”

“What?” she fairly shouts, and he cuts his eyes at her. 

“Shut up!”

“Was it bad?”

Arthur crosses his arms over his gut. “No.”

She widens her eyes. “Then why are you so moody?”

“It was weird, okay?” Arthur bursts out. “It was like — kinky. I don’t know. I don’t know how to feel about it.”

Morgana’s eyes light up. “Kinky how?”

“I really don’t want to discuss this with you,” he grumbles. 

“What do you want me to feed you?” Merlin had asked, kneeling by Arthur’s hip. “Anything in particular?”

“The cabinet on the right of the fridge,” said Arthur, feeling slightly high on the words. “There’s a bunch of stuff in there, crisps and biscuits and the like. Anything from in there. As much as you like.”

“All right,” said Merlin, and they’d disappeared for a few minutes. Arthur listened to the sounds of them rustling through his kitchen and tried to tamp down the feeling of electricity rising through his belly. 

Merlin returned with an armful of snack foods — Arthur had said as much as you like, but even then he hadn’t really expected Merlin to choose more than one or two things. But he’d come loaded down with two flavors of crisps, a package of chocolate digestives, Jaffa cakes, and a sleeve of shortbreads.  

“Too much?” he asked sheepishly, and Arthur yanked him down and kissed him.

“Perfect,” he murmured into Merlin’s mouth, and Merlin gave the soft mound of his stomach a little pat before straightening up. 

“All right, love. Let’s get you tied, yeah?”

Arthur raised his arms obediently, and Merlin gently bound his wrists around the rail of his headboard. “How’s that feel? Not too tight?”

Arthur shook his head. “No, it’s good.”

Merlin nodded, sinking back down beside him. “Are you ready, then? I thought we could start with some sweet, then some salty, then back to sweet to finish.”

“Yes,” said Arthur, rolling his hips. “Yes, that’s brilliant.”

“Gentle or rough?” they asked, and Arthur faltered. 

“Er — gentle, I suppose? And then maybe we can reevaluate?” God, was he at a business meeting? Reevaluate? “I mean — we can try the other way too.”

Merlin tore open the shortbreads. “Just say the word.”

“You can tell me,” Morgana wheedles now. They’re standing by the bar’s speakers, and some kind of synth throbs against Arthur’s headache. “You know my stuff, you can trust me with yours.”

It’s somehow so much more mortifying that it’s the same stuff, just inverted. Sometimes he still instinctively bristles at all the places he and Morgana overlap, thanks to the years Uther spent pitting them against one another. He’s long past any real resentment toward her, but sometimes now she feels like a mirror that shows not only his vulnerable parts but all of the twisting and pruning that made him that way. 

The bar is broadcasting Man U versus Arsenal, the screen a few meters behind Morgana’s head. He focuses his eyes there, on the familiar reddish blur of the uniforms. “Similar to your stuff,” he mumbles. “Just — opposite.”

Morgana’s gaze instantly drops to his gut, but only for a split second, which he appreciates. “Oh, Arthur, I’m so happy you’re exploring that. With the right person it really is wonderful.”

“I don’t know if he’s the right person!” Arthur yelps. “I barely know him. He tied me to the bed and fed me and we fucked and that was it. He had to leave early for his other job. I didn’t think I’d ever see him again or I wouldn’t have even asked —”

“Oh, and now you’re not going to let yourself keep having something nice because you’re embarrassed?” Morgana’s hands are planted on her slim hips. It’s not Halloween for another few weeks, but she’s already fully transitioned her look from Summer Goth to Autumn Witch. A new tendril of mossy green hair hangs down toward her face, and her eyes and lips are shaded a smoky purple-gray. 

“I’m not embarrassed, I just don’t want to discuss my sex life in the middle of a pub!”

“Then why don’t you go talk to Merlin instead of giving out to me?”

“You started this!” Arthur complains. Morgana rolls her eyes. 

“Because I couldn’t risk you being a pain in the hole all night and ruining our chances of winning a year’s free wine and cheese subscription.”

Arthur glares at her. “I’ll behave, but if we win you’d better share.”

“We’ll see about that,” she snips, but she gives Arthur’s hand a quick, reassuring squeeze as they make their way back to the booth.

“Gwen,” says Morgana, reaching out for her hand, “come to the bar with me. Let’s get something to split.”

Gwen’s brows furrow. “All right?” she says, scooting out of the booth. Morgana throws an arm around her ample waist and shoots a pointed look at Arthur over her shoulder.

In his absence, Merlin has also ordered something — falafel and chips, maybe? — but he pushes his plate away once Arthur is ensconced beside him again. “Hey,” he says, and his voice is bright but cautious. “Everything okay?”

Arthur nods, taking a gulp of his beer. “Yeah. Just family stuff. It’s fine.”

Merlin nods, rolling their lips together. “And us?” they ask, their eyes not leaving Arthur’s. “Are we okay?”

Arthur was just the right balance of still-drunk and sleepy to get chatty. He was spent and practically too full to breathe, but the words spilled out of him as Merlin stroked his hair and rubbed his bloated belly. 

“I’m trying really hard to, like, like my body,” he’d said, trying and failing to stifle a burp. “Oof, sorry. Like, I’ve never been thin, not like thin thin at least, not like you, unless I’ve been really making an effort, and it’s not really fun and it makes me feel bad so, you know, why should I keep doing it, right?”

“Mmm-hmm,” soothed Merlin. He was definitely less drunk, but he’d gone out on Arthur’s fire escape a while ago and come back smelling faintly of weed. “You don’t need to do that if you don’t want to. Your body is perfect. However you want it to be is perfect. Maybe it doesn’t feel natural for it to be thin.”

Arthur nodded sleepily, head lolling against Merlin’s bony chest. “My dad was always on us about it. It really fucked us up, I think. I mean, he really fucked us up in general, but my sister had an eating disorder for a while because of it and honestly I think I did too.”

Merlin paused in their stroking. “I didn’t just enable your eating disorder, did I?”

Arthur scoffed. “No. God no. That’s … something else. Something good, I think. It feels good to just … let go. When I was eating less it never felt good. It always felt like I was teetering on the edge of disaster, you know? Like one wrong move and I would ruin all my progress. This doesn’t feel like that. I promise.”

“Okay,” said Merlin, kissing the nape of his neck. “I want you to feel good, okay? You deserve to feel good. You did so well for me tonight, you ate so much. How do you feel?”

“Good,” sighed Arthur, hiccuping. “I feel really good.”

Merlin took one of his hands and brought it slowly to their lips. “Good.”

Arthur is trying not to tense up the way he’s used to when he feels threatened. “Yes. I’m sorry. I’m not — I don’t do this much. And I didn’t exactly plan on spilling my guts to you about, like, my family trauma and everything. Or my, uh, my … kinks, I guess.”

Merlin’s lips curl up at the corners. “I bring it out in people. I’ve been told I have a very trustworthy face.”

Arthur laughs against his will. “It’s probably more that you serve people alcohol.”

“No, even at my real job! People tell me all sorts of things about themselves and their dogs and their divorces, it’s so odd. But it’s nice, in a way. They need to offload those things, and I’m a neutral party.”

“You were not a neutral party last night.”

“No, I was quite invested.” Merlin grins. “I’m sorry if I put you on the spot earlier. I didn’t realize you and Morgana were related. Believe me, I’ve heard plenty about your father already; it’s not as if you cast the first stone.”

“Can’t blame her. They’ve barely spoken since Christmas; she’s got a lot to complain about. He’s, erm, very uncool about Gwen.”

Merlin nods, their grin falling away. “So I’ve heard. Is that why you moved out here?”

“Sort of. He doesn’t really — we were always closer, my dad and me. He thought I’d grow up to take his place in the firm, and that I’d want to — golf and have business lunches about quarterly reviews. I haven’t even told him that I’m — that I’m bi. He was so hard on Morgana that I wasn’t brave enough.”

“I think getting out is plenty brave,” says Merlin. His hand finds Arthur’s below the table and grips it firmly. “What do you want to do, then?”

Arthur deflates a bit. “I don’t know. I’ve been applying to Classics programs, but that’s not exactly a career either. I just think they’re interesting.”

“Well, let’s hope we get a category about the Odyssey then, yeah?”

“And what do you contribute to the team, hmm?” asks Arthur, draining his beer. “Not many questions about veterinary science, are there?”

Merlin grins. “Bartender. Food and drink, love. Lots of questions about cocktails. And I’ve got some other interests that’ve made me quite well-versed in food.”

Arthur raises an eyebrow. “Oh, do you.”

Morgana and Gwen are making their way back to the booth, and he catches Morgana’s eye and nods: all good. Merlin squeezes his hand.

“I’ll have to show you sometime,” they say. “For now, d’you want the rest of my chips?”

Arthur does.

[thebunnyslibrary]

Vampire Bucky Drabble

wc. ~1900

pairing. Vampire!Bucky x reader

summary. Bratting has it's consequences, especially when your lover is Bucky Barnes, a vmapire who owns the most popular night club in the city

warnings. Dirty talk, degradation, bondage, use of a riding crop,

The old industrial warehouse turned nightclub was an absolutely gorgeous space. The exposed brick was painted with graffiti from artists all over the city, both professional and amateur. The windows were patterned between plain and colored which made the place look mysterious against the night sky. And of course, the piece de resistance was the immense skylight overhead; allowing in the moon to be the ultimate spotlight above the crowd. The club’s biggest draw, though? The patronage.

The club was designated as a “safe” hunting ground for vampires. Any human who walked through the door accepted the risk of being bitten. But Bucky’s most important rule was to never take too much; just enough to leave the humans a little dizzy (and ready to party). Anyone vampire caught breaking that rule was…taken care of. And thanks to the protection of Bucky and his crew, this den of depravity became an extremely popular place. Giving humans with specific interests a place to indulge and giving vampires a safe meal.

Tonight, the place was packed wall to wall with the city’s nightlife; human and undead alike. And here you were, a mere human walking into the lion’s den. You strutted through the crowd, head held high as you made your way up to the bar to the only empty seat. A seat that was always vacant, reserved just for you.

 You’d almost gone for the fishnet tights but decided to leave yourself exposed; it would be better for your plans. The custom-made Christian Louboutin shoes fit you perfectly and the halter top with a rose embroidered up the side left your neck fully exposed. You adjusted your skirt as you looked up and down for a bartender, finally spotting your favorite.

                “Hey Steve, can I get a Bloody Mary?” you teased, much to annoyance of the blonde behind the bar.

                “What are you doing here (y/n)? Bucky told you to stay home tonight. It’s been a feeding frenzy; Not safe for you.”

                “Oh, come on. You know he won’t let anything happen to you. And neither will you.” Steve smirked in response.

                “You got that right, doll. All right, you want a drink, I’ll get you one. You’ll want it once he finds out you’re here.” He turned around and grabbed the bottle of passion fruit rum, mixing it with the bright red fruit punch specifically for the drink, also adding a few maraschino cherries and an umbrella. “Here you go. One ‘Princess’. Sans the special ingredient.” Steve winked at you and took the drink.

 All of the drinks on the menu could be mixed with blood, due to the club’s patronage. Humans, however, were not allowed to be served alcohol because the feeding left them too drowsy; adding alcohol to the mix would not be good. The mocktails, though, were amazing for people’s blood sugar and made their blood taste sweeter. And yours was the most popular. But you were the only exception to the no alcohol rule, because Bucky was the only one ever allowed to feed from you.

                It didn’t take long before you were being tapped on the shoulder. You turned to see Sam standing there, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re gunna wanna come with me, hun. The boss wants to see you.”

                “Oh, does he now? I didn’t even get to finish my drink.” You sighed and rolled your eyes playfully. “I guess I should go and greet him. Steve, can you pour me…” the words hadn’t left your lips before Steve was setting down Bucky’s favorite drink. A whiskey mixed with a shot of the reserve of your blood Steve kept exclusively for Bucky.

                “Go get em, tiger.” Steve said. You took it and gestured for Sam to lead the way.

                “He’s not happy, sweetheart. Not happy.” Sam warned you, bringing you down the hallway then upstairs to where the office was.

                “I’d be surprised if he was.” You retorted. Sam let out a huff of a laugh.

                “You got guts, girl. I’ll give you that.”  He stopped outside of the door. “You’re certainly wearing a decent choice of battle armor.”  The piece de resistance to your ensemble; to fight off the fall chill, you were wearing Bucky’s leather jacket. That was the reason you knew you were safe in the club. Bucky’s scent was all over you, and no vampire in their right mind would touch what was his.

                “Good luck.” Sam opened the door for you and you stepped inside. The room wasn’t completely dark, lit by a single desk lamp. Bucky himself was staring out the window that looked over the dance floor. You walked over to his desk, setting the drink down.

                “I brought you your favorite.” You said, making him scoff.

                “Babydoll, what are you doing?” he asked.

                “What do you mean?” you asked and in the blink of an eye, he was stood behind you; his metal hand wrapped around your throat.

                “I mean…strutting in here, dressed like a slut, and putting yourself in danger.” He growled in your ear. “I’m lucky you’re smart enough to wear my coat or I would’ve had to kill anyone who dare thought they could touch what belongs to me.” He squeezed your throat on the last word, making you gasp. His other hand started to pull your skirt up. “That’s what I mean.” Bucky let out a row rumble in his chest. “And no panties either?”

                “I was boooooored.” You whined, rubbing back against him. He squeezed more, making your breath catch in your throat.

                “You were bored…” Bucky repeated. “Well, let’s see if we can entertain you.” He dragged you over to the leather sofa, pulling his jacket off you and tossing it away before undoing the tie on your top and pulling it down to expose your breasts. Then, he bent you over and held you down with one arm while undoing his belt with the other. You struggled a bit but he gave a quick smack to your ass, making you freeze

                “Stop squirming, slut. You said you were bored. So, let’s play.” He wrestled your hands behind your back, tying them with the belt. Once he was sure you were secure, he went over to the cabinet where he kept a few toys…for just an occasion such as this. Bucky ran his hands over every one of them until he settled on the perfect one. You turned to see what he’d chosen, but your world went dark as he used his tie to blindfold you.

                “My pretty little slut…” He purred, then you felt him run something over your face. You inhaled sharply as you recognized it. The crop. “Tell me your safe word, doll.”

                “Winter, sir.” You whimpered and he hummed in approval, rubbing his hand over your back.

                “Such a good girl.” He kissed your cheek a tender juxtaposition to the sting of the crop on your ass, making you moan. You held as strong a reserve as possible, but around the 10th stroke, you started to break. You started to whimper and whine. Bucky grabbed your hair and his lips were against your ear as he asked.

                “What’s’a matter baby, does it hurt?”

 You sniffed and whimpered “Yes, sir,” in response.

“Good, maybe next time I tell you to stay at home and be safe, you’ll follow my directions.” Ten more strikes from the crop rained down on your ass before Bucky thankfully had mercy on you. You heard the thud as the crop hit the floor. Then, his hands were on you, one hand moving between your legs.

“Tsk tsk tsk. You’re fucking soaked, doll. I don’t think that was really a punishment for you.” He mocked, making you clench your thighs. He pulled you up and led you over to the couch, where he sat down and pulled you down on his lap, facing away. His flesh arm caressing your waist while his metal arm went between your legs; his fingers cool on your clit as he traced circles around it.

“Such a naughty little girl…my naughty little girl.” You heard him undo his zipper before you felt his cock pressing against you. “I take care of you, treat you well, spoil you rotten…and what do you to repay me? Show up here, teasing me, showing off what belongs to me…What am I going to do with you?” he asked but the feel of Bucky’s cock against you was distracting you too much to answer. He pinched your clit suddenly, making you thrust hard and squeeze his cock. “Dumb little baby too focused on my dick to answer? Guess I better her what she wants, just like always”

At that moment, he thrust up into you, hard. You chocked out a gasp; even after a few years with him, he still made you feel so full. He leaned in close to your neck and inhaled deeply.

“Fuuuuuck doll. You have no idea what you do to me. Your blood, your cunt, you…you’re so fucking perfect for me…” Bucky growled, placing open mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulder as he kept rocked your hips back and forth on his cock. “And you look so beautiful on my cock like that. I know drinking from you makes your orgasm feel even more intense. And you taste so good.”

Every word Bucky said drove you mad with pleasure. He knew just what to say to make you soaking wet. His deep, husky voice could make sin sound like salvation. He knew all the right buttons to push and you loved him.

“Please, please can I cum, Bucky?” you pleaded.

“You wanna cum?” Moving his hand from your waist, he grabbed your hair, gently tilting your head back. You felt his fangs scrape along your neck… “You think you deserve it after how you acted?” Bucky’s fingers on your clit got faster and faster.

“I’ll be good Bucky, I promise.”

“I don’t know, I’ve heard that before. Maybe I’ll just have to keep you in my office all day so I know you behave. You wanna be my little cockshut all day?”

“Whatever you want.” You promised, biting your lip.

“Cum for me, doll!” Bucky ordered, biting hard into your neck as he gave a final thrust before sinking his fangs into your neck.

The heightened sensation of Bucky drinking from you matched with the pain and pleasure of his bite and his attention to your clit drove you over the edge completely and so you came hard; your pussy gripping his cock tightly. He gave a few more thrusts before he stilled and you felt his cum filling you up.

Bucky drank from you long enough for both of you to ride out your orgasms. Bucky let go of your neck, not wanting to drink too much from you. He undid the belt from your wrists and, while keeping his cock inside you, helped you settle on his lap. You grabbed onto his suit jacket, breathing in the comfort of his scent. When Bucky removed your makeshift blindfold and you were greeted with the sight of his gorgeous smiling face, somehow made even more handsome with the sight of your blood staining his lips.

“Hi doll.” Bucky said, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Hi Bucky. I missed you.”

“I missed you too baby.” You sagged even more against him. But he shook you gently, rousing you the exhaustion that threatened to turn to sleep.

“Don’t get too comfortable doll.” Bucky teased. “You owe me a dance. And you’re gunna do it with me dripping down your legs.”

[witchyfashion]

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Themed chapters showcase all the reasons to love autumn and winter cooking:

Find new celeberation favorites with a chapter of centerpiece dishes like Turkey and Gravy for a Crowd or Swiss Chard Pie to wow your guests.

Picked apples on an autumnal adventure? All Things Apple covers both sweet and savory recipes like French Apple Cake and Celery Root, Fennel, and Apple Chowder to help you use them up.

Create the ultimate party spread with chapters devoted to Appetizers, Festive Drinks, and Brunch: Try fried Korean fried chicken wings, latkes with beet-horseradish applesauce, or Everything Straws.

Obsessed with pumpkin? So are we! In the Everyone Loves Pumpkin chapter you'll find everything from Creamy Pumpkin-Chai Soup to Rum Pumpkin Chiffon Pie.

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[localgremlinboy]

Even more stupid silly rouges headcanons 

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6]

- Joker loves home renovation shows! He has kidnapped several famous home renovation show people to decorate his lair, and yes they do air the episode

- every once in a while, the rogues do tournament of champions style games against each other. It's all sorts of games! Some of their more intense ones have been tag, hide and seek, and capture the flag. Capture the flag ended in an armed stand off.

- Their ultimate game of games is an end of the year heist! The villains all get together and submit a suggestion for the heist target, and random drawing picks the theme. It's been a few different coveted objects from Gotham like fancy jewels, encrypted data files off GCPD computers, an entire art gallery, or it's also been silly stuff like movie props or a shipment of rare beanie babies. One year the target was Bruce Wayne and the whole night it was villains just kidnapping Bruce like princess peach. Low key, Bruce had fun (since he was literally in no danger) and he got to skip a really boring party! This later becomes a separate game/event they do too, it’s called “kidnap bruce wayne day”

- during a party once, Riddler and Scarecrow got so drunk they got dumb tattoos. Scarecrow has so many regrets but Riddler still thinks his is kinda cool

- Joker and Killer croc are unironic besties. Everyone thought he was befriending for a goof or a scheme (and he sorta was at first), but croc is kind of his ride or die. Joker made the two of them friendship bracelets and will stab people who make fun of croc

- Ivy is secretly into Disney kid pop punk and it's her biggest shame. She used to be a hardcore Hannah Montana kid. Only Harley knows and she loves to binge Disney shows with her. Harley’s ringtone for Ivy is the best of both worlds song

- all of the villains have guest starred/hijacked on several game shows. Riddler often shows up on Jeopardy, Joker hosted an episode of match game with all the rogues as the celebrities, and for some reason Bane was on press your luck (he actually auditioned and was approved)

- Harvey needs to drink more water and is bad about keeping up the habit, so all the rogues all subconsciously try to make sure he drinks enough water daily. Harley gets him a water bottle that shows how much you should drink per day, Penguin won't let anyone serve him alcohol @ the iceberg lounge unless he drinks one whole glass of water first in front of them, and a giant box of expensive bottled water is sent to him from “the man of puzzles” at least once a month

- Penguin has a self care blog where he posts about his emotional journey and no, he does not accept critiques of his blog format.

- Bane likes to color a kids menu while he waits at restaurants, tbh he likes to color in general because it's fun. The rogues get him coloring books

- Scarecrow and Riddler are friends even though neither will admit it. It was cemented when, by accident, Riddler tagged along on an unplanned Jonathan's hometown he didn’t want to even go on. It was a mess but high key made them best friends. They have one of those moments where they're sitting on a bench together and it's incredibly uncomfortable and riddler is like "so, you wanna talk about all your messy childhood bullshit or do you wanna go get waffles?" And Scarecrow is silent for a while, face in his hands before he replies, "of course I fucking want waffles." And they get to have so many waffles.

- Joker loves to be carried around, he will often just make goons drag him around when he's bored or feels like it. Sometimes he'll just start falling backwards or running at someone to catch him, because they just will. If they miss, he'll be a drama queen about it

- When Ivy needs Harley's attention, she shakes a container of mini m&ms

- When they have meetings Joker has a favorite seat. He will not yield for any other seat, ever.

- Harley and Joker play those rhythm clapping games like concentration when they're bored/waiting on stuff. They have the friendship of two 8th grade girls tbh

- It’s on Twoface’s bucket list to meet keith morrison from dateline, the rogues get him to come to a surprise birthday party one year and he squeals like a teenage girl

- Scarecrow secretly has a faint southern accent from his early early youth but he hides it really well. If he's tired or drunk enough, it slips out. The rogues love to ask him to say "cowboy stuff", and sometimes he'll indulge them

- Clayface sometimes like to just spend a long time living in a persona for fun, not crime related at all. Sometimes he spends months as an eccentric burger king employee who is two months away from graduating with an online degree to phoenix online university. He’s making a documentary about his experiences

- Riddler got Scarecrow a day planner as a joke/to make fun of his poor planning skills, but jokes on Eddie because he actually uses it!

[starry-hughes]

mooch is excited because she’s throwing the surprise party tomorrow for jack’s birthday. she’s got so many people setting things up. alex is responsible for the food. trevor has to distract him. she made the cake. quinn got his tonsils removed so he can’t do much. cole is helping with balloons. ty flew into town too and is just there to keep mooch calm.

I need more!!

mooch spent so much money setting up this party. she’s the ultimate party planner. everyone has a job. there’s a printed out checklist on the counter. she’s yelling at people and directing them.

ty is just like a little personal assistant to mooch, keeping her calm and making sure she drinks water.

she has a whole menu set up. fresh fruit, sandwiches, pasta salad, cake, cookies. everything. alex is in charge of making sure it gets all laid out on the tables nicely. luke and cole are fucking around with quinn and the balloons and mooch yells at them and goes “not you quinny, you just relax.”

[art-of-manliness]

The Art of Manliness Guide to the Holidays

It’s the holiday season. It’s our favorite time of the year here at AoM HQ. Over the years we’ve published many articles and podcasts to help AoM readers and listeners have a holly, jolly Christmas and a happy New Year. We thought it would be helpful to put all that content in one place. From picking out and decorating a Christmas tree to how to host the ultimate holiday party, you’ll find it here. You’ll also find plenty of holiday-themed podcasts to listen to while you’re out Christmas shopping or wrapping gifts.  Get in the Holiday Spirit * 11 Ways to Get Into the Holiday Spirit * 10 Holiday Date Ideas * How to Celebrate Christmas Like Theodore Roosevelt * Podcast #859: The Unexpected Origins of Our Christmas Traditions * Podcast #566: How to Have a Hyggely Christmas and a More Memorable New Year * Podcast #262: The Santa Claus Man * 6 Books That Will Get You in the Christmas Spirit * How to Build a Fireplace Fire Without Smoking Yourself Out of Your House Procure and Decorate a Christmas Tree * The Christmas Tree Crib Sheet: How to Pick, Set Up, and Care for Your Tree * How to Keep Your Christmas Tree Fresher, Longer * How to Put Lights on Your Christmas Tree Without Swearing Up a Storm Make Your Holiday Season More Meaningful * The George Bailey Technique: Mentally Erase Your Blessings for Greater Joy and Optimism * Be a Scrooge This Year: Reflections From a Christmas Carol * NUTS! Why Remembering Christmas 1944 Can Change Your Life * Christmas Eve Manvotional: A Must-Read War Letter * Christmas Eve Manvotional: The Night of Oranges * Podcast #671: Begin the New Year by Reflecting on These 3 Life-Changing Questions * Podcast #766: The Real (Decidedly-Less-Sentimental-Yet-Still-Wonderful) Story of WWI’s Christmas Truce Holiday Fun * How to Make the Perfect Snowball: An Illustrated Guide * The Santa Claus Workout [VIDEO] * What to Do If Your Tongue Gets Stuck to a Flagpole * How to Build the Best Snowman in the Neighborhood * How to Build a Quinzee Snow Shelter: An Illustrated Guide * The Lost Pleasures of Group Singing Holiday Hospitality * How to Throw an Awesome Holiday Party–Part I: Choosing a Party Theme * How to Throw an Awesome Holiday Party–Part II: Guest Lists, Invitations, and Planning * How to Throw an Awesome Holiday Party–Part III: A Simple and Jolly Dinner Menu * How to Throw an Awesome Holiday Party–Part IV: A Primer on Being the Ultimate Host * The Manly Art of Hospitality * The (Often Manly) History of Toasting, and Why We Should Bring It Back * How to Give a Toast Holiday Food & Drink * General Eisenhower’s 5-Star Holiday Eggnog * How to Roast Chestnuts Over an Open Fire * Your New, New Year’s Tradition: Prime Rib Roast * 5 Classic Holiday Cocktails and Drinks to Warm Your Spirit * The Surprisingly Manly History of Hot Cocoa * How to Make Perfect Stovetop Popcorn * How to Make a Cocktail With Snow: An Illustrated Guide * How to Open a Champagne Bottle With a Saber Holiday Gifting * How to Wrap a Gift: An Illustrated Guide * 15 Homemade Gifts You Can Make in an Hour or Less * How to Be Santa Claus (For Your Kids) * 50 Stocking Stuffer Ideas for Men * 50+ Stocking Stuffers For Women * Free DIY Stocking Stuffer: Vintage Finger Fisticuffer Puppets Holiday Style  * 6 Holiday Style Tips For Men * The Virtue in Dressing for Others * Dressing for the Holidays: Your 60-Second Guide * DIY Holiday Beard Oil: 5 Recipes to Festive-ize Your Face Here’s wishing you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! The post The Art of Manliness Guide to the Holidays appeared first on The Art of Manliness. http://dlvr.it/SzfZhP

[mayamiwynwood]

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Hosting private events at Mayami Wynwood means treating your guests to an unforgettable dining and event experience. Our chefs are passionate about creating dishes that not only taste incredible but also look stunning. Our mixologists craft unique cocktails that perfectly complement our cuisine, adding an extra touch of elegance to your event. With our attention to detail and dedication to excellence, you can be confident that your event will be a resounding success.

Book Your Private Event at Mayami Wynwood

Ready to host your private event at one of the best Wynwood restaurants? Contact Mayami Wynwood today to learn more about our event packages and to start planning your unforgettable celebration. Whether it’s a corporate function, a family gathering, or a night out with friends, Mayami Wynwood is the premier venue for hosting private parties in Wynwood. Join us and discover why we are the top choice for dining and events in Miami’s most vibrant district.

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Unleash the Weekend Vibes at Beer On Wheels: Your Ultimate Cafe Destination

Introduction:

Welcome to Beer On Wheels, where the spirit of the weekend comes to life! If you’re on the lookout for the perfect spot to unwind and create lasting memories with your friends, look no further. Our cafe is more than just a place to grab a drink – it’s an experience that promises good times, great brews, and unforgettable moments.

Why Beer On Wheels?

Brews that Impress: At Beer On Wheels, we take our brews seriously. Our curated selection of craft beers and signature cocktails will tantalize your taste buds and elevate your drinking experience. From hoppy IPAs to smooth stouts, we have something for every palate. Our expertly crafted cocktails are a testament to the creativity and passion that goes into each drink.

A Cozy Ambiance: Picture this: You and your friends, surrounded by the warm glow of ambient lighting, comfortable seating, and a lively atmosphere. Our cafe is designed to make you feel at home, whether you’re catching up with old friends or making new ones. The cozy ambiance sets the stage for laughter, relaxation, and good conversations.

Delicious Bites to Satisfy Every Craving: Beer On Wheels isn’t just about the drinks; it’s also a haven for food enthusiasts. Our menu boasts a delectable array of appetizers, snacks, and hearty meals that perfectly complement your drink of choice. From crispy loaded fries to savory sliders, each dish is crafted with care to enhance your overall experience.

Live Entertainment: Every weekend, we turn up the entertainment factor with live performances by local artists and bands. Enjoy the rhythm of live music as you sip on your favorite brew. It’s the perfect backdrop for creating unforgettable memories with your friends.

Special Events and Theme Nights: Beer On Wheels believes in keeping things fresh and exciting. Be on the lookout for our special events and themed nights that add a unique twist to your weekend plans. Whether it’s a themed costume party or a beer tasting event, we guarantee an experience that goes beyond the ordinary.

Conclusion:

Make Beer On Wheels your go-to destination for weekend fun with friends. We’ve created a haven where the combination of excellent brews, mouthwatering bites, live entertainment, and a welcoming ambiance guarantees an experience you’ll want to repeat. So, round up your crew and head over to Beer On Wheels – where every weekend is an adventure waiting to happen! Cheers to good times!

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Seventh day of Christmas journal prompts - Christmas recipes

Family Recipe Resurrection: Dig out a cherished Christmas recipe from your family archives. What's the story behind it, and does it hold any special memories?

Holiday Recipe Remix: If you could put a unique spin on a classic Christmas dish, what would it be, and how would you give it your own flavorful flair?

The Ultimate Christmas Feast: Create a dream menu for your perfect Christmas dinner. From appetizers to dessert, what dishes would make the cut, and why?

Ingredient Imagination: Choose a classic Christmas ingredient (like cinnamon, cranberries, or nutmeg) and brainstorm three creative ways to incorporate it into festive recipes.

Seasonal Sips: Share your go-to Christmas drink recipe. Is it a classic like eggnog or a unique concoction you've mastered over the years?

Recipe Rituals: Explore the rituals and traditions around cooking in your family during the holiday season. Any quirky habits or must-follow steps?

Kitchen Caroling: If your favorite Christmas recipes had a soundtrack, what songs would make the perfect cooking playlist? Bonus points if you include a dance move for stirring!

Virtual Potluck Party: If you could host a virtual potluck with friends, what Christmas recipe would you contribute, and why do you think it's a crowd-pleaser?

The Great Cookie Chronicles: Share a memorable experience or funny mishap from a Christmas cookie baking session. Any secret family recipes or hilarious decorating disasters?

Recipe Review Rundown: Pick a Christmas recipe you've recently tried. What worked well, what would you change, and how did it turn out compared to your expectations?

Edible Gift Extravaganza: If you were creating a handmade edible gift for someone special, what recipe would you choose, and how would you package it up with festive flair?

The Holiday Hunt: Explore the quest for that one elusive ingredient needed for your favorite Christmas recipe. Any tales of last-minute grocery store dashes or unexpected substitutes?

The Kitchen Chronicles: Chronicle a day in the life of your kitchen during the holidays. From morning coffee to midnight snacks, what recipes and festive aromas fill the air?

Dish Disaster Recovery: Share a story of a Christmas recipe gone wrong. Did you salvage it, start over, or end up with a culinary catastrophe that turned into a funny family tale?

The Secret Ingredient: If you had to add a secret ingredient to a classic Christmas recipe to make it uniquely yours, what would it be, and how would it elevate the dish?

Recipe Reflections: Choose a Christmas recipe that holds sentimental value. Why does it tug at your heartstrings, and what memories are tied to it?

Global Gastronomy: If you could travel to any country and bring back a Christmas recipe to incorporate into your holiday celebrations, which country would it be, and what dish would you choose?

The No-Bake Nook: Explore the world of no-bake Christmas recipes. Share your favorite easy-peasy treats that still bring heaps of holiday joy.

Recipe for Self-Care: Create a Christmas recipe that nourishes not just the body but the soul. What ingredients would you include for a dose of self-care during the festive season?

Future Feast Fantasia: Imagine your ideal Christmas feast in the future. What recipes would be a must-have, and how would you envision celebrating with loved ones?

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for VT/taleblr in general i think a lot of lemon demon's discography fits it well, especially the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny. and the next dimension. both of these songs are kind of homestuck-y too now that i think about it

sibling rivalry by pup is a really good acachalla family song, as well as kids by the same artist.

similarly i think touch tone telephone and ancient aliens are good P.I.E. songs.

i actually have full playlists for some characters- some on my youtube page, and some are kind of just in my head. if i had to narrow down the songs for each character it would be like this

toast - evacuate the dancefloor by cascada, i am not a robot by marina and the diamonds, kaleidoskull by lemon demon, ravers in the UK, take it off by ke$ha, are you satisfied by marina and the diamonds, so its like half sad amv music and half music i think he would actually listen to. people forget hes not just some prim and proper brit, hes also a hard drinking party boy.

ghost- problems by mother mother, bloodeater by mom/girls rituals/cats millionaire/devi mccallion, flight of the crows by jhariah, oh oh oh sexy vampire by disko warp, jerma meatgrinder remix??(if this also includes jimmy casket songs) haunted by laura les, and uh fuck it bad blood by creature feature. and ofc secret by the pierces.

maddiefriend - crazy town by marz mitzi, doktorspiele, best friend by toy-box, prescription by msi, bill watterson by lemon demon, weird science by oingo boingo, serial contraption of malice by ghostie-p, and magical doctor by maretu.

sally - the end by lil uzi vert and babymetal, gimme chocolate by babymetal, mommy's little monsters by creature feature, dead bodies everywhere by korn, IT GIRL by aliyah's interlude, ready to die by andrew w.k., chu chu lovely muni muni mura mura, little girls by oingo boingo, barbie girl, when i grow up by the pussycat dolls, etc.

sue - woof woof by arthur, i cant handle change by roar, 1989 by msi, entomologists (original version) by ghost/ghostie-p/marz mitzi (i forget how they went by at the time of releasing that song), good news by the garden, my alcoholic friends by the dresden dolls, bloody mary-kate and ashley by pup, and ummm no specific song but i think she would listen to korn

billy - fin fin come and see him, butterfly by smile.dk, girl you need a shot of b12, september dark planet by arthur, walking by steampianist, still feel by half alive, gangnam style nightcore by psy, lego racers ost main menu and also the building mode music, boyfriend by big time rush, tbh i just get a lot of eurodance and boyband vibes from him. there are SOME songs that make me think of him in like an amv way but not many

sadly i must admit gertrude and papa i dont imagine amvs of them often. to any songs. except maybe aim for the head by creature feature, i feel like thats a gertrude song. same w spooker chris and any other characters i didnt mention. i simply do not think of them that much while im listening to music. sad!

spencer (main course - i have an entire playlist for him but i'll try to trim it down in this post) - karkat's theme from the homestuck ost, black hole by steampianist, eighth wonder by lemon demon, cabinet man by lemon demon, evil me by arthur, september by the living tombstone i think? the brony song. welcome to kitty city by cyriak, cat hacks by lemon demon, the machine by lemon demon, the blind prophet from the homestuck ost, the 'you are an idiot!' song from that one computer virus, the first watamote ending song, want you gone from portal 2, waiting for the world to end by mother mother, buried alive by creature feature, stupid stupid world by talking kitty cat, weekly shonen bye-bye by pinocchio-p, alphys from the undertale ost, ode to crayola by lemon demon, just monika from the ddlc ost, not safe from the off ost, christmas kids by roar, here we are from the undertale ost, awoken by h8 seed ft woodentoaster, hole-dwelling by kikuo, amygdala's ragdoll by ghost, faget by korn, evolution by korn, and oxidation and dream monsters by ghostie-p. boom. thats basically the meat of my spencer playlist.

i just remembered i also have a cywren caster playlist but im gonna limit myself to gmod roleplay characters cause im tired of typing and i dont think anyone cares anyways. if u do though check my youtube channel O.K. much love bye

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From Cocktails to Celebrations: Tippy Tap Co is the Ultimate Party Starter

When it comes to hosting a memorable event, there’s no better way to set the mood and kick off the celebration than with Tippy Tap Co, the ultimate party starter. Known for its premium mobile bar service, Tippy Tap Co takes party hosting to new heights with a unique blend of fun, style, and top-tier service. Whether you’re throwing an intimate gathering, a wedding, or a corporate event, Tippy Tap Co brings the party to life with expertly crafted cocktails, a vintage-inspired mobile tap bar, and a commitment to delivering an unforgettable experience from start to finish.

Why Tippy Tap Co is the Ultimate Party Starter

Tippy Tap Co isn’t just about serving drinks; it’s about creating a fun and engaging atmosphere where guests can unwind, mingle, and enjoy themselves. At the heart of this experience is their beautifully designed, vintage-inspired mobile bar trailer, which brings a sense of charm and sophistication to any event. Its stylish aesthetic becomes an instant focal point, creating a space where people naturally gather around, eager to sip on something delicious and toast to the occasion.

But Tippy Tap Co mobile bar is not just about looks—it’s about providing a premium drinking experience. Their team of skilled bartenders crafts cocktails with flair and precision, using fresh ingredients and top-quality spirits. Whether you're serving signature cocktails, local craft beers, or non-alcoholic beverages for family-friendly celebrations, Tippy Tap Co offers a variety of drink options that are sure to please every guest. Their ability to curate a custom drink menu tailored to the theme and vibe of your event makes them stand out as a go-to service for any occasion.

Tailored to Your Event

Every event is unique, and Tippy Tap Co understands that. That’s why they work closely with clients to create a drink menu that matches the tone of the celebration. For weddings, they can create signature cocktails that perfectly reflect the couple’s style, while for corporate events, Tippy Tap Co’s mobile bar adds a polished touch, creating a relaxed yet professional environment for colleagues to connect. Birthdays, anniversaries, and casual get-togethers are all made even more special with Tippy Tap Co’s custom offerings and personalized service.

Not only does Tippy Tap Co provide a variety of drink options, but they also ensure that every detail of the bar experience is aligned with your event’s vision. From the décor to the drink selections and even the bar service itself, every aspect is designed to elevate your celebration and leave a lasting impression.

Stress-Free Service for a Seamless Experience

The best part about choosing Tippy Tap Co is the stress-free service they provide. Their team handles everything, from setup to cleanup, so you don’t have to worry about a thing. The bartenders are friendly, professional, and skilled at keeping the party flowing, ensuring that the drinks keep coming and the energy stays high throughout the event. This allows you to relax and enjoy the celebration while knowing that the Tippy Tap Co team is taking care of everything behind the scenes.

Start Your Party with Tippy Tap Co

From the first cocktail to the last toast, Tippy Tap Co is the ultimate way to start any celebration. Their mobile bar service brings fun, style, and personalized service to your event, ensuring that your guests will have an unforgettable time. Whether you’re hosting a large wedding, an intimate gathering, or a corporate function, Tippy Tap Co will help you create the perfect atmosphere for celebration. Cheers to Tippy Tap Co—the ultimate party starter that makes every event extraordinary!

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Café Limone NYC: A Flavorful Escape in the Heart of New York City

If you’re in the mood for authentic Italian flavors served with a touch of NYC flair, Café Limone is the place to be. Nestled in one of the city’s most vibrant neighborhoods, Café Limone offers a warm and inviting atmosphere where locals and visitors alike can indulge in a delicious array of classic Italian dishes, fine wines, and handcrafted cocktails. Whether you’re looking for a casual lunch, a romantic dinner, or a place to gather with friends, Café Limone delivers an unforgettable dining experience.

An Italian Escape in the Heart of NYC

At Café Limone, we bring the best of Italy to New York City with a menu designed to delight your senses. Our dishes are inspired by traditional Italian recipes, with a modern twist that reflects the spirit of innovation found in the city itself. From our freshly made pasta and hand-tossed wood-fired pizzas to decadent seafood and seasonal specials, every meal is crafted with fresh, locally sourced ingredients and imported Italian products to ensure authenticity and flavor in every bite.

Signature dishes such as our Limoncello Risotto, made with tangy limoncello and creamy Parmesan, or our Tagliatelle Bolognese, slow-cooked for hours to create the perfect depth of flavor, highlight the heart and soul of Italian cooking. And let’s not forget our crispy, flavorful Bruschetta al Pomodoro, a perfect starter to get your meal underway.

A Warm, Cozy Ambiance

The moment you step into Café Limone, you’re transported to a cozy corner of Italy. The restaurant’s design blends rustic charm with modern elegance — think exposed brick, warm lighting, and stylish, intimate seating that creates the perfect setting for a relaxed meal with family or friends. Whether you're dining indoors or enjoying our outdoor seating area on a sunny day, the atmosphere is always welcoming and inviting.

Craft Cocktails and Fine Italian Wines

No Italian meal is complete without the perfect drink to accompany it. At Café Limone, we offer an extensive selection of Italian wines, from the rolling hills of Tuscany to the sun-drenched vineyards of Sicily. Our wine list has been carefully curated to complement the flavors of our menu, offering everything from light and crisp whites to bold, full-bodied reds.

If cocktails are more your style, try one of our signature drinks, such as the refreshing Limoncello Spritz or the Aperol Negroni, crafted by our expert bartenders to provide a refreshing start or perfect finish to your meal.

Ideal for Any Occasion

Whether you’re planning a casual dinner, a romantic evening, or a special celebration, Café Limone offers a versatile setting to make any occasion memorable. With a menu that caters to all tastes, including vegetarian and gluten-free options, we ensure that every guest feels at home. We also offer private dining spaces for those looking to host special events, from birthday parties to business gatherings.

Why Choose Café Limone NYC?

Authentic Italian Cuisine: From pasta to pizza, every dish at Café Limone is crafted with fresh, high-quality ingredients to bring the flavors of Italy to life.

Charming, Cozy Atmosphere: Enjoy a stylish yet comfortable setting for a relaxed dining experience, whether indoors or al fresco.

Expertly Curated Wine List & Cocktails: Pair your meal with the perfect Italian wine or handcrafted cocktail for the ultimate dining experience.

Perfect for Celebrations: Host your next event or special occasion at Café Limone with personalized menus and private dining options.

Visit Us at Café Limone NYC

Experience the rich flavors and welcoming atmosphere of Café Limone, where every meal is a celebration of Italy’s culinary traditions. Whether you're a local or a visitor to the city, we invite you to join us for a taste of Italy in the heart of New York City.

Address: 20 east 49th st, New York, NY 10017, USA

Phone:+1(646)370-6282 Website: https://casalimonerestaurant.com

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Where to Host a Birthday Party in Noida: Top Restaurant Choices

Celebrating a birthday is a special occasion that deserves the perfect venue. Noida, known for its thriving restaurant scene, offers a variety of spots that cater to different tastes and preferences. If you're looking for a memorable venue to host your birthday party, look no further than Ministry of Daru, one of the most sought-after Restaurants in Noida. Whether you're planning an intimate gathering with friends or a large family celebration, Ministry of Daru is the ultimate destination for your next birthday party.

Why Choose Ministry of Daru for Your Birthday Party?

When it comes to Birthday Celebration Restaurants in Noida, Ministry of Daru stands out for its unique combination of ambiance, food, drinks, and entertainment. Here's why it should be your top choice for hosting a birthday party in Noida.

1. Vibrant Ambience and Perfect Atmosphere

The atmosphere is one of the most important elements when selecting a venue for your birthday celebration, and Ministry of Daru gets it just right. The vibrant and lively atmosphere makes it perfect for those who want to celebrate in style. Whether you're looking to enjoy a relaxed dinner or want to add some excitement to your party, Ministry of Daru delivers both.

As a premier Restaurant in Noida, it offers a spacious setting that can accommodate a variety of group sizes. For those who enjoy dining with a view, the Open Terrace Restaurant in Noida provides an open-air option with scenic views, making it perfect for evening celebrations. If you're in the mood for a more elevated experience, the Rooftop Restaurant in Noida offers a panoramic cityscape, giving your party a touch of luxury and style.

2. Delicious Cuisine to Satisfy Every Palate

At Ministry of Daru, food takes center stage. The restaurant offers a diverse menu that includes a mix of Indian, Continental, and Asian dishes, ensuring there’s something for everyone. Whether you're a fan of flavorful Indian curries, freshly prepared grilled dishes, or mouthwatering desserts, Ministry of Daru has you covered.

Additionally, Ministry of Daru is known for its creative cocktails and wide selection of beverages. As a Bar in Noida, the restaurant features expertly crafted drinks, including signature cocktails, refreshing mocktails, and premium spirits, making it the perfect spot to toast to another year of life.

3. Live Entertainment and Music

No birthday party is complete without entertainment, and Ministry of Daru delivers just that. The restaurant hosts live music performances, adding a fun and lively atmosphere to your celebration. Whether it’s a live band or a DJ spinning the latest hits, the vibrant beats and tunes create the perfect backdrop for your party.

For those who love to dance, the high-energy environment at Ministry of Daru makes it an ideal choice. You and your guests can hit the dance floor and enjoy an unforgettable night, making it one of the Top Restaurants in Noida for a birthday celebration.

4. Customizable Party Packages

At Ministry of Daru, flexibility is key. The restaurant offers customizable birthday packages to suit your specific needs and preferences. Whether you're hosting a small get-together or a large birthday bash, you can work with the team to tailor the celebration to fit your vision. From decorations to themed menus, everything can be personalized to make your birthday party extra special.

The dedicated team at Ministry of Daru ensures that every detail of your event is taken care of, so you can focus on enjoying the celebration without any hassle. Their professional service and attention to detail make it one of the best choices for those looking to create a memorable experience.

5. Spacious Venue for All Group Sizes

Whether you’re celebrating with a few close friends or hosting a large gathering with family, Ministry of Daru offers spacious seating arrangements to accommodate any group size. With both indoor and outdoor seating options, it ensures that your birthday party is comfortable and enjoyable.

The Open Terrace Restaurant in Noida is perfect for those looking to enjoy the outdoors, while the indoor areas offer cozy settings for more intimate celebrations. If you're aiming for a more exclusive experience, the Rooftop Restaurant in Noida is the place to be, offering breathtaking views and an upscale ambiance that will make your birthday party truly special.

6. Prime Location for Easy Accessibility

Another advantage of hosting your birthday party at Ministry of Daru is its prime location. Conveniently situated in Noida, this Noida Restaurant is easily accessible from all parts of the city. Whether you're coming from the city center or neighboring areas, your guests will have no trouble reaching the venue. This makes it an excellent choice for anyone searching for a Restaurant Near Me in Noida for their birthday celebration.

7. Unforgettable Experience for Your Guests

Ministry of Daru provides more than just a place to eat—it offers an unforgettable experience. From the delicious food to the fantastic drinks, the vibrant ambiance, and the exciting entertainment, everything at Ministry of Daru is designed to make your birthday celebration a truly special occasion. Your guests will leave with great memories and a smile on their face, making it a perfect choice for anyone looking to host a memorable birthday party.

Conclusion: Celebrate in Style at Ministry of Daru

For those looking for the best Birthday Celebration Restaurants in Noida, Ministry of Daru is the perfect choice. With its lively ambiance, delicious food, creative drinks, live entertainment, and customizable party packages, this Restaurant in Noida ensures your birthday party will be unforgettable. Whether you're planning a small intimate celebration or a grand birthday bash, Ministry of Daru offers everything you need to make your day special.

So, if you’re wondering where to host your birthday party in Noida, head to Ministry of Daru, one of the Best Restaurants in Noida. Your guests will thank you for choosing a venue that offers the perfect combination of food, drinks, fun, and entertainment. To learn more about how you can plan the perfect birthday celebration, check out the Ministry of Daru Blog.

Celebrate your special day with style and flair at Ministry of Daru!