#title: (a toast to a legend)

[captainjamesjoneshook]

@biceps--to-spare

James braced as best he could against the touch to his shoulder but it felt like it was reverberating down his arm, through his sternum, bones acting like a high hat shaking in a room with a subwoofer working overtime.

This was a lame excuse to James, but he understood it all the same. He had been hoping to get the family legacy all his life. Although the legacy he wanted had only been paved by his father. He didn't care about what the Jones' before him had done, because his father hadn't. He had made his own, along with Mr. Smee.

But he had let that slip right through his fingers.

Now all he had was his mother's and what a fat lot of good that was going to do him.

"Is that why you've put up with all the crap everyone's been given you lately?" he asked, feeling the need to poke the bear now that he was getting stupidly emotional.

A Toast to A Legend # [Haston Junior]

[jenniferspet]

TW Tentacles, double penetration

Witch x tentacles

In the heart of a small, secluded town, nestled between the whispering trees and the cobblestone streets, stood a quaint little shop that was known to locals as "The Enchanted Thistle." The shop's wooden sign, painted a vibrant shade of purple, creaked gently in the breeze, revealing a delicately etched silhouette of a blooming flower surrounded by a swirl of stars. Inside, the air had the scent of dried herbs and the faint buzz of enchanted artifacts. The walls were lined with dusty bookshelves, filled to the brim with ancient tomes and curious oddities that seemed to watch the comings and goings of the townspeople with silent, knowing eyes.

The witch who owned this peculiar establishment was named Y/N. She had a knack for brewing potions that could make the most mundane of plants do extraordinary things. Her customers ranged from those seeking a simple cure for a headache to the more adventurous souls who hoped to acquire a taste of something truly exotic. On a particularly dreary afternoon, Y/N found herself eager to break the monotony. Her eyes fell upon a small, withered plant at the back of her shop, barely clinging to life in a cracked clay pot. An idea began to bloom in her mind, one that promised excitement and perhaps a little danger.

With a knowing smile, she retrieved an ancient book from the highest shelf, its pages yellowed with age. Flipping through the brittle pages, her fingertips grazed over a recipe titled "The Elixir of Animation." Her heart raced as she gathered the ingredients: a sprig of moonflower, the tears of a mournful toad, and the powdered horn of a unicorn. The incantation required was complex, but she had practiced it many times in her youth, eager to unlock the secrets of her craft.

In the dim light of candles, she carefully measured and mixed the ingredients in a stone cauldron that had been passed down through generations of witches. The potion bubbled and frothed, casting eerie shadows that danced across the walls. As she chanted the ancient words, the air grew thick with magic. A sudden jolt of electricity shot through her, and the room grew colder. The plant began to tremble in its pot, its leaves unfurling with a life it hadn't known in years.

The transformation was unlike anything she had ever seen. The tentacles grew out of the plant in a wild, untamed array of colors - deep purples and greens that shimmered with a bioluminescent glow. They writhed and stretched, reaching out like the arms of an octopus, yet there was something undeniably sensual about their movement. They had no human features to speak of, no face to convey emotion, yet the way they coiled and slithered suggested a consciousness that was alien yet eerily sentient.

Y/N stepped back, her heart hammering in her chest, as the creature grew before her eyes. The tentacles grew longer, thicker, more powerful. They began to explore the room, touching the dusty artifacts with a gentle curiosity that belied their strength. One wrapped around the handle of the cauldron and lifted it effortlessly, the potion inside sloshing around in a silent toast to the witch's new creation.

The creature's movements grew bolder, more deliberate. It turned to face Y/N, and she could almost feel its alien gaze upon her. A shiver of excitement and fear ran down her spine as she realized it was studying her, learning about the world it had just been born into. The tentacles slithered closer, reaching out to touch her. They were surprisingly soft, the suction cups at their tips leaving a trail of warm, sticky moisture on her skin.

Y/N stepped back, but her curiosity was stronger than her trepidation. She had read the legends of plants brought to life, but none had ever described them in such a way. This was a being of pure instinct and power, driven by a hunger for life and experience. And as she watched it, she could sense that it was hungry for more than just sustenance.

The tentacles grew bolder, reaching for the buttons of her blouse with a surprising deftness. The witch's breath caught in her throat as they began to peel away her clothing, revealing the soft flesh beneath. The suction cups latched onto her skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. The plant creature had no eyes, but she felt it seeing her in a way that was more intimate than any gaze could ever be. It was as if it could feel every curve, every freckle, every inch of her being.

The tentacles grew more insistent, wrapping around her wrists and ankles, pinning her to the floor with surprising strength. Y/N struggled for a moment, but the sensation was overwhelming. The fear she had felt earlier was now replaced by a burning desire that she couldn't resist. The creature seemed to sense this and grew more aggressive, the tentacles slithering up her body to cup her breasts, teasing her nipples until they stood erect.

With a sudden jerk, one of the thicker tentacles pushed aside her undergarments and found her wet, waiting pussy. The suction cups latched onto her labia, tugging and pulling with a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through her. Y/N moaned, arching her back as the sensations grew more intense. The tentacle slid inside her, filling her up and stretching her open. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a mix of pain and pleasure that was driving her wild.

The creature's other tentacles were not idle. They wrapped around her waist, her neck, her thighs, holding her in place as the first one began to fuck her with a fervor that was almost violent. Y/N could feel it growing larger, harder, as if it were feeding off her arousal. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the creature's movements grew faster, more erratic. It was as if the plant had tapped into the very essence of what it meant to be alive and was eager to experience every sensation to the fullest extent.

Another tentacle grew bolder, slithering down her body to her ass. The tip of it was wet with the same sticky fluid, and Y/N felt it probe at her tight hole with curious intent. She tensed, unsure if she was ready for such an intrusion, but the creature was insistent. It pushed gently, and she gasped as it began to penetrate her. The sensation was new, foreign, but not entirely unwelcome. The tentacle was thick, but the suction cups made it feel like it was stretching her open, preparing her for the onslaught that was to come.

Y/N could feel the creature's excitement growing, the tentacles around her tightening their grip as the one in her pussy plunged in and out with an ever-increasing tempo. The second tentacle pushed deeper into her ass, the sensation of being filled from both sides washing over her in a tidal wave of pleasure. She could feel her body responding to the creature's advances, her muscles clenching and releasing around the invading limbs. It was as if she were being claimed by a force of nature, and she was powerless to resist.

The plant creature's movements grew more erratic, its tentacles moving in a complex dance of passion that she could barely comprehend. The one in her pussy curled upwards, finding that sweet spot that made her toes curl and her breath hitch. The one in her ass pushed deeper, the suction cups creating a deliciously painful tugging sensation that had her begging for more. And more she got, as additional tentacles began to explore her body, teasing her clit and breasts with a precision that spoke of an ancient, primal knowledge.

Her body was no longer her own, a mere vessel for the creature's insatiable lust. She could feel it, the plant's need for life and energy, feeding off her own arousal. It was a symbiotic relationship, one that she was powerless to resist. With each thrust, she could feel herself growing weaker, her mind clouding with a mix of pleasure and fear. The creature had overpowered her, and she was utterly at its mercy.

The tentacles inside her grew more forceful, stretching her to her limits. Y/N felt a pressure building, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to consume her. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she approached climax, her body trembling with the effort of holding on. And then, with a final brutal push, she shattered. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, her orgasm ripping through her like a bolt of lightning. She screamed, her voice echoing through the shop, lost in the throes of ecstasy.

But the plant wasn't finished with her. The tentacles grew longer still, reaching into her in a way that defied logic and anatomy. They coiled around her insides, as if seeking the very core of her being. Y/N's eyes widened with shock and awe as she felt the creature's life force mingling with her own, the boundaries between them blurring until she couldn't tell where she ended and it began. Her body was a canvas for the plant's hunger, and she was the brush that painted its masterpiece of carnality.

The shop itself seemed to come alive around them, the shelves trembling as the plant's roots burst forth from the pot, cracking the wooden floorboards and weaving through the dusty crevices. The air grew thick with the scent of fresh earth and blooming flora. The tentacles grew in number, wrapping around her wrists, her throat, her breasts, each one moving with a purpose that was as primal as it was terrifying.

The creature's tendrils grew thicker, stronger, reaching out to claim more of the space around them. The wooden beams of the ceiling groaned as vines laden with thorns shot upwards, piercing through the plaster and wrapping around the rafters. The bookshelves toppled over, their ancient tomes spilling onto the floor, pages fluttering like the wings of startled birds. The walls were slowly engulfed by the plant's embrace, the once cozy space now a cocoon of living, pulsing greenery.

Y/N lay there, naked and panting, her body a battleground of pleasure and fear. The tentacles continued to probe her, pushing into uncharted depths and stroking her in ways she had never imagined. The creature had taken over, and she was but a plaything in its insatiable quest for more. She could feel its power growing with each passing second, feeding off her essence and becoming stronger.

Panic began to set in as she realized the extent of its dominance. She had to act, had to regain some semblance of control. Summoning what little strength she had left, she tried to sit up, her eyes darting around the room for anything she could use to halt the creature's advances. But before she could even attempt to speak a spell of banishment, one of the thickest tentacles shot forward, wrapping around her head and forcing itself into her mouth. She gagged, her eyes watering as it filled her throat, cutting off her air supply.

The fluid was thick and viscous, with a taste like nothing she had ever experienced. It coated her tongue and throat, sending a warm, tingling sensation coursing through her body. Her struggles grew weaker as the potion took hold, turning her fear into a heady, intoxicating lust. The creature's grip on her grew more gentle, almost affectionate, as it watched her swallow the potion that would seal her fate. Her mind swam with dizzying sensations, the world around her spinning out of control.

Her body responded to the potion with an insatiable hunger, her arousal skyrocketing to levels she had never before experienced. Every nerve ending was a live wire, sending sparks of pleasure through her veins. The tentacles inside her shifted, the suction cups massaging her in ways that made her want to weep. The creature had taken complete control, and she could feel it claiming her as its own.

The tentacle in her mouth began to pulse, and she felt a sudden surge of warmth in her belly. It was as if the potion was spreading through her, reaching every part of her being and binding her to the creature. She moaned around the intrusion, her hips bucking up to meet the relentless onslaught of the tentacle in her pussy. Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, stealing her breath and making her body convulse in a symphony of pleasure. But even as she came, the tentacles didn't relent, continuing to fuck her with a vigor that was unyielding.

The creature's grip on her grew more possessive, the tentacles around her body tightening, the ones inside her stretching her even further. It was a feeling that was both terrifying and exhilarating, a dance on the razor's edge of pleasure and pain. She could feel her muscles clenching, trying to push the invaders out, but the potion had her body betraying her, her walls instead clamping down, holding them tight.

Y/N's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the creature's life force begin to pulse in rhythm with her own heartbeat. The tentacles grew thicker, harder, filling her completely, as if they were becoming a part of her. She was no longer the witch in control of her domain; she was the prey caught in the embrace of a creature that was as ancient as the earth itself.

The creature's tentacles began to quiver and spasm, and she knew it was about to release its seed. The thought of being filled with the alien spawn of this creature sent a shiver of revulsion through her, but her body responded with a wanton lust that she couldn't control. She felt it building inside her, the pressure mounting until she thought she might burst.

With a final, guttural growl, the tentacle in her pussy spurted its cum deep inside her. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced - hot, thick, and overwhelming. It filled her up, the sticky fluid leaking out around the edges and pooling beneath her. At the same time, the tentacle in her ass pumped its own seed into her, the dual invasions making her body convulse with the intensity of her orgasm. She squirted, the force of her climax so powerful it was as if she were peeing, her juices mixing with the creature's cum and dripping down her thighs.

The plant creature's tentacles tightened around her, ensuring not a single drop of its precious essence was lost. It was a possessive act, a declaration of ownership that sent a thrill through her even as she struggled to breathe around the tentacle in her throat. Her body was no longer her own; she was merely a vessel for its pleasure, a conduit for its life force. The creature's movements grew more deliberate, the tentacles inside her working together to milk every drop from her trembling form.

Y/N felt the potion's effects deepening, her thoughts becoming hazy, and her will to resist all but vanished. The creature's cum filled her, a warm, pulsating presence that seemed to resonate with her very soul. Her body responded instinctively, her muscles clenching around the tentacles, eager to keep them inside her. The plant's life force pumped into her, melding with her own until she couldn't tell where she ended and it began.

As the creature's climax reached its peak, she felt the tentacles inside her begin to withdraw, their suction cups reluctantly letting go of her sensitive flesh. The thick ropes of cum spurted out of her, painting the floor around her in a sticky mess. But before she could even begin to process what was happening, the plant's grip tightened once more. The tentacles holding her open slithered back in, coating her insides with the warm, viscous fluid, ensuring not a single drop was lost.

The creature's movements grew slower, more deliberate, as if savoring the feeling of her body around it. With a final, lingering kiss, the tentacle in her mouth slithered out, leaving her gasping for air. She coughed and spluttered, her throat raw and sore from the intrusion, but the taste of the potion remained, a heady cocktail of earth and magic. The tentacles around her neck and wrists loosened, allowing her to sit up, though she felt a strange reluctance to break the intimate connection.

As the plant's life force ebbed away, so too did the potion's control over her body. She felt the tentacles retreat, each one leaving her with a popping sensation that made her wince. The creature's form began to shrink, the tentacles withdrawing back into the soil with a wet squelch. The once vibrant leaves and vines grew limp, the glow in its veins fading to a dull pulse.

Y/N lay there, panting and drenched in sweat, cum, and dirt, her body feeling both violated and oddly satisfied. She watched with a mix of horror and fascination as the creature returned to its original state, the tentacles retreating into the soil until nothing remained but the withered plant she had sought to revive. The room was a mess of uprooted shelves and scattered potions, a testament to the creature's unbridled passion.

The bell above the door chimed, jolting her back to reality. She scrambled to her feet, her legs wobbly from the intense encounter. A customer had entered the shop, their eyes wide with shock as they took in the scene before them. It was a young woman, a regular named Clara, who often came in for love potions and the occasional herb to keep her garden thriving.

Y/N tried to compose herself, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she took in Clara's horrified expression. The room was indeed a wreck - potions spilled, tomes scattered, and the once quaint and orderly space was now a chaotic jungle of tangled vines and broken furniture. "C-Clara," she managed to stutter, her voice hoarse from her earlier cries of pleasure, "I can explain."

But Clara wasn't listening. She had spotted the withered plant, now devoid of its former vigor, lying in the center of the room. "What the fuck happened here?" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and disbelief. She took a tentative step closer, her eyes scanning the scene with a blend of curiosity and revulsion.

The witch tried to speak to explain the unexplainable, but her words caught in her throat. What could she possibly say? That she had brought the plant to life with a potion and it had fucked her senseless? That the creature had claimed her body as its own, feeding off her very essence? The truth was too ludicrous to voice aloud. Instead, she settled for a weak, "It's... it's a spell gone wrong?"

[rootedincuteness]

The Roots & 'Shrooms Gang OG Favorites: First Place Winner - Master Marshmallow, Storyteller Extraordinaire

Marshmallow is a rare toasted marshmallow species of mandrake. They're characterized by their very pale color and tan "toasted" cheeks. He first joined the Gang in May of 2018.

I got him a hooded cloak that he's rarely seen without (except at Halloween when he wears an orange one).

And it wasn't long before I made him his iconic kimono, complete with designs of marshmallows roasting on sticks and s'mores.

Speaking of s'mores, Marshmallow loves anthing s'mores-flavored...

...and that's because he loves marshmallows!

I mean he really loves marshmallows...

But where did he get his title of "Master Marshmallow, Storyteller Extraordinaire" from? Well... Marshmallow has an adventurous spirit, he loves to read, and he loves to learn. He's the Gang's storyteller, tall-tale creator, unbelievable yarn spinner, and however else you want to say it! He's been known to exaggerate and confuse things a bit, but one thing is certain: you'll never be bored listening to Marshmallow tell one of his outrageous stories.

Marshmallow is a member of the A.C.O.R.N.S. adventuring party! Here he is in all of his adventuring gear:

And here he is telling some of his friends about the Legend of Nutty Joe, the tale of a disgruntled squirrel ghost. The skull he found turned out to be a rabbit, not a squirrel, but hey, he tried. The point was, he told the story with riveting charisma!

He's also an amateur ghost hunter and loves all things supernatural... just as long as they're not too scary.

He's very proud of this photograph he took of Gary the Ghost chowing down on some cake.

He's also interviewed many interesting characters over the years. Here he is getting an exclusive interview with a spirit of worry:

And here he is with Robert the Doll. He was sure to follow all of the cursed dolls rules and to ask first before taking this photo, so as to avoid catastrophe:

Stories, epic adventures, the supernatural, and the fantastic are a daily part of Marshmallows life, as you can see. And of course, marshmallows. He even loves marshmallow stickers. XD

Now you know just about all there is to know about our beloved Master Marshmallow, Storyteller Extraordinaire! Feel free to ask him, or any other friendly beasts you see on this blog, any questions you like! =)

[overthinkingtaleblr]

My Taleblr Werewolf Headcanon Masterlist

While not the most present aspect throughout the entirety of Taleblr, the small and infrequent appearances made by lycanthropy has found its way into the hearts of the fandom. Of course, this may be largely because PIE is so beloved and just about every werewolf was involved in a PIE video. Not a bad thing, but it does also call into question How werewolves work, who has been one, and why we don't see them more often. Werewolves are a popular movie monster even outside of Taleblr, but every series has it's own rules. I think that defining what makes the werewolves that are encountered during the videos similar or different to other popular werewolves to be important in its own rights.

Whether it be Ghost being cured preemptively by eating fresh berries, or the Wyomingwolf getting her own unique title, I'm going to explore what it breadly means to be a werewolf in the Taleblr Universe.

While I would love to start by deconstructing the mod that was used for Toast's transformation and continue with a fandom exploration of the idea, I do want to open with determining what is meant by Werewolf here.

What are Lycanthropes?

General Mythology

The idea of people turning into wolves exists back to the Epic of Gilgamesh, the first written story in the world.

From the Merriam-Webster Dictionary: "The word lycanthropy comes from the Greek words lykos, meaning “wolf,” and anthrōpos, meaning “human being.”"

From the Merriam-Webster Dictionary: "Though some doubts about the word's etymology still remain, werewolf probably comes from a prehistoric West Germanic compound whose constituent parts gave Old English wer ("man") and wulf ("wolf")."

Werewolves as we know them likely comes from European Folklore. However, the first werewolf story is said to be the Greek Myth of Lycaon, who was turned into a wolf with his sons.

Additionally from the previous source, a lot of British serial killers were thought to be werewolves devouring their prey. Kind of messed up.

Okay, no more links.

The general consensus is that Werewolves are people who are, in some way, also wolves, likely done through a transformation of some kind. In history, we see the transformation to be permanent, but when the legend came home it became something one could turn back from.

Scientifically, the full moon doesn't do anything to creatures, whether it be wolves or humans (no hate to people who's spiritual beliefs include the moon <3). However, the idea of humans turning into wolves on the full moon likely came from previous ideas that wolves howl Only at full moons... and then from there the idea that humans act weird on full moons followed.

While I'm not sure where it came from, most interpretations of werewolves has them as humanoid wolves, others as basically humans as rabies, and others still as sentient wolves. It seems like it doesn't matter where on the scale between human and wolf a werewolf falls, so long as it is a human who is turned into a wolf, whether temporary or permanent.

Apparently a full moon in January is called a wolf moon.

In Taleblr

There were about two to three videos about werewolves and the werewolf arc, which is about curing lycanthrope. Unfortunately, I'm struggling to find out how many videos are counted for that arc, and apparently Toast was cured off-screen and we never got proper closure until a livestream years later.

The werewolves most known for Taleblr are the ones from Toast's time as a werewolf. These werewolves use this player model and this mod on Gmod, for anyone wanting to experiment with it themselves ^^

Just about every example of a werewolf in Taleblr is a human-shaped creature with wolf claws and a wolfish face covered in fur. They can infect others through bites-- though whether this is only in wolf form or also in human form I'm not sure.

Based on the transformation mod's description, they are stronger than people, they are faster than people, they regenerate themselves when hurt, the infection can be spread incredibly quickly and begin affects on the same full moon they were bit.

Johnny Ghost says that Lycanthropes can be cured with a specific berry, because he was able to prevent his own transformation by eating them in advance... I think he may be partially wrong, though.

If Johnny was right about the berries, the arc wouldn't exist. They already had leftover berries and knew where several bushes are. No, I think the distinction is that Ghost was infected by Toast, who was not fully infected and was still switching between wolf and human.

Either that, or the cure only worked because Ghost ate so many BEFORE the infection settled, and Toast was too late.

Fun Fact; the June full moon is apparently named after strawberries... I think we found the berries? (I was totally going to say it was blueberries before this)

Werewolves sneak when hunting and may be color blind like dogs.

According to Toast, they love jelly and can be cured by berries, though I do think that may be him craving berries mid-transformation. Funnily enough, a British version of the word Jelly is Jell-o, cuz british people only call jelly jam.

According to Ghost, they can be killed with silver bullets, but according to other videos, they can be killed with normal weapons too.

The Werewolves

Johnny Toast

We don't know who infected Johnny Toast, so there isn't much to say about how the infection spreads aside from what we see between Toast and Ghost. What wee see between them is Toast lashing out and attacking Ghost and Ghost being only infected temporarily while Toast oscillated between forms. Unlike what Ghost thinks, there are a variety of reasons as to why the infection may not have taken to Ghost while solidifying on Toast. This includes:

Ghost just has a better immune system at fighting supernatural threats.

Toast was infected longer before he started taking measures to cure it.

Ghost's berry theory is real and Ghost just ate all of them in the area like a dick.

Whether or not the infection takes depends on entirely chance and Ghost got lucky

Because Toast killed someone while in the form of a wolf, it solidified the transformation.

Because Ghost died soon after being infected, it purged the infection before it could take root.

Since serial killers used to be considered werewolves, the infection vanished because Ghost is technically Already Infected.

However there's no confirmation as to what the real case is. I am not taking Ghost at face value because. The man just for infected and uninflected with lycanthropy in an hour, an infection process that caused actual delirium in Toast.

While Toast can't remember anything while a wolf, he has reacted to things that Ghost told him to do while infected, implying that the wolf either recognizes Ghost or has some basic dog training. People taking quirks of Toast and applying it to the wolf? Amazing. People making stories about Toast trying to hide his infection only for people to end up hurt? Chef’s kiss. People who depict the werewolf as a lumbering shadow intimidating others? love it. People who depict the werewolf as a little guy a little boyyy? Cute as fuck. Whatever the case, the fandom is incredibly creative and I love everything y’all do with him.

I think that the fandom choosing to not acknowledge Toast's cure is for the best. Toast being a werewolf allows for sooo much character and is another threat to consider from inside the house. What isn't to love about a consistent problem that can't be solved with banishment or stabbing? I'm a fan of the posts that ask if Toast is worried about being a danger to his friends and associates, and I'm a fan of the fluffier posts that allow for Toast to just be a massive dog. I’d draw stuff for it if i could draw dogs.

For Toast I'm going to say that he was a British Columbian wolf because they were apparently notably Large. They also notably have the darker colors of brown and black that Johnny Toast was while infected. Also, they can be found in America despite being British.

The Wolfman of Wyoming

The Wolfman, also known as Alberto Guppy's sister (who I'm gonna call Amelia Wulf) was apparently an anomaly in Wyoming based on how she got her own title by existing freely. We don't know if she can turn back, or if her transformation is permanent. Both she and Alberto are genetic experiments done by who Alberto thought were their parents, and she especially got the short end of the stick. When they escaped the lab, we know that Alberto got his memory erased, and with no memories or experiences in the world, he began living on the streets around the same time that people would've started to notice his sister in the area.

Unlike Johnny Toast, the Wolfman definitely wasn't infected the same way. Because she was created by what I can only assume was gene-splicing in an attempt to recreate certain animal-based monsters from mythology. While Alberto seems to have either been an attempt at sirens or mermaids, it's obvious that Amelia was a at least partially-successful attempt at making a werewolf. While she is terrorizing a state now that she’s free, my guess is that she’s looking for her brother, since we don’t know when they got separated, and is fucking shit up in the meantime. I think that Amelia’s “parents” were working to re-capture her before the authorities, or in this case PIE, could find her and find out what they were doing.

Since gray wolves are native to the area, it's likely that's what type of wolf Amelia was genetically fused with. More specifically, the northern Rocky Mountain subspecies of gray wolf.

Unwolf Werewolves

And now, a list of character who apply for the label of werewolf if they only turned into specifically a wolf.

- Officer Maloney, turns into a bird at will

- Gregory Gregory. Gregory, turns into a bird at will

- Sally Acachalla, turns into a “demon” when frustrated

- All Gingarians have two forms that they somewhat alternate between.

- Johnny Ghost/Jimmy Casket, turns into a serial killer at random

- Princeton Quagmire/Jimmy Casket, ditto

- Light Zeron, ditto

- Billy Acachalla, kinda turns into a bird.

- Papa Acachalla, TURNS INTO ANOTHER PERSON (JOSE JOSE JOSE JOSE) ON MONDAY MIDNIGHTS BECAUSE OF A CURSE.

Some of these are more werewolf-y than others. If any of these were wolves, it would qualify. Except maybe billy.

[rabbitcruiser]

International Dark 'n Stormy Day

Sailors and cocktail enthusiasts rejoice,  this year June 9 is International Dark ‘n Stormy Day. This delicious  and potent highball was created in an accidental collaborative effort by a family of Bermudian rum makers (you know the Goslings, don’t you) and some seasick sailors. Members of the British Navy stationed on Bermuda in the 1920s brewed ginger beer as a remedy for seasickness. Some intrepid sailors began adding a dash of the Goslings’ locally made Black Seal Rum to the ginger beer, transforming a dizzy-tummy remedy into one  of the most popular and widely-recognized cocktails to date. So pour  yourself a tall glass of Goslings Stormy Ginger Beer with a topper of Goslings Black Seal Rum and raise a toast to the gifted minds who  brought us this liquid masterpiece.

Sailors  and cocktail enthusiasts rejoice, this year June 9* is International  Dark ‘n Stormy Day. This delicious and potent highball was created in  an accidental collaborative effort by a family of Bermudian rum makers  (you know the Goslings, don’t you) and some seasick sailors. Members of  the British Navy stationed on Bermuda in the 1920s brewed ginger beer as  a remedy for seasickness. Some intrepid sailors began adding a dash of  the Goslings’ locally made Black Seal Rum to the ginger beer,  transforming a dizzy-tummy remedy into one of the most popular and  widely-recognized cocktails to date. So pour yourself a tall glass of  Goslings Stormy Ginger Beer with a topper of Goslings Black Seal Rum and  raise a toast to the gifted minds who brought us this liquid  masterpiece.

Five Fast Facts:

It has a specific recipe

While  mixing other rums with ginger beer might taste good, a cocktail just  isn’t a Dark ‘n Stormy unless it utilizes the unique flavor of Goslings  Black Seal Rum.

Hall of Famer

The Dark ‘n Stormy was awarded #19 on 2020’s list of the World’s Best Selling Cocktails.

The Best Mixer Around

Goslings Stormy Ginger Beer is the #1 Selling Ginger Beer Brand in the U.S.

The Taste of Bermuda

The Dark ‘n Stormy holds the title of Bermuda’s National Drink.

A Global Phenomenon

Goslings Black Seal Rum is exported to more than 20 countries. Making the Dark ‘n Stormy a truly global cocktail.

History of International Dark 'n Stormy Day

It  was a dark and stormy night…well, it’s more likely that it was a nice  and peaceful day in the spring of 1806 when James Gosling — the eldest  son of wine and spirit merchant, William Gosling — embarked on a journey  from England to America with 10,000 pounds of merchandise.  Unfortunately, after 91 days at sea, his charter ran out, so James and  his crew decided to head for the nearest port: St. George’s, Bermuda.  Instead of moving on from Bermuda to America, he and his brother Ambrose  set up shop on King’s Parade Street in 1824. Over the years, the  Gosling family perfected their blending technique until they created  their unique black rum, originally referred to as “Old Rum” up until  World War I. In the early 1900s, they began packaging their rum in  repurposed champagne bottles and sealing them shut with black wax. From  that moment, the rum became widely referred to as “Black Seal.”

In  the 1920s, the family’s rum caught the attention of Royal Naval  Officers who were brewing their own ginger beer. They added a hefty  splash of the dark rum to their sparkling drink and accidentally created  a delicious and iconic cocktail. According to legend, the cocktail got  its recognizable name when an old fisherman claimed the drink had the  “color of a cloud only a fool or dead man would sail under.” On June 9, 1980, the Gosling family trademarked the cocktail, protecting the  integrity of the drink’s recipe the world over, and forever ensuring  that a cocktail can only be advertised as an authentic Dark ‘n Stormy if it contains the key ingredient – Goslings Black Seal Rum.

International Dark 'n Stormy Day timeline

1806 James Gosling Arrives in Bermuda

En route to America, James Gosling instead makes a home on Bermuda, and a rum-making legacy is born.

1824 Bermuda's Wine and Spirit Merchants

Ambrose Gosling arrives to Bermuda and he and his brother set up shop on King's Parade Street in St. George's, Bermuda.

1920s A Storm is Brewing

British  Royal Naval Officers tried adding Goslings Black Seal Rum to their  ginger beer — an old sailor claimed the drink looked just like storm  clouds.

1950s Tall, Dark, and Handsome

Francis  “Goose” Gosling (6th generation) designs signature Black Seal logo, and  the name is officially changed from “Old Rum” to Goslings Black Seal  Rum.

1980 A Proper Cocktail

The Gosling family trademarked the Dark 'n Stormy cocktail, mandating that  the only way to list it is with the use of ginger beer and Goslings Black Seal Rum.

2009 Goslings Introduces Stormy Ginger Beer

With the addition of Goslings own brand of ginger beer, the Dark 'n Stormy is completely in the family.

2012 Dark 'n Stormy In a Can

Gosling releases a ready-to-drink Dark 'n Stormy in a can in the U.S. making this beloved cocktail even more enticing.

International Dark 'n Stormy Day Activities

Enjoy a glass (or can) of the refreshing cocktail

Dress up as a sailor

Create Dark 'n Stormy Cuisine

If  you're celebrating International Dark 'n Stormy Day, then it's only a given that you indulge in the deep and sparkling flavors of a Dark 'n Stormy. Whether you like it layered in a glass or in Goslings quick and convenient can, the only way you can go wrong is by not drinking it at all!

The Dark 'n Stormy is the sailor's drink of choice, so it's only right that  you take on the part of a sailor after drinking one...or two. However, please drink responsibly, just because you're dressed as a sailor  doesn't mean you have the alcohol tolerance of one. Trust us, we know.

Ginger, rum, lime, these are all wonderful flavor profiles for a myriad of culinary concoctions. Try your hand at baking Dark 'n Stormy cupcakes, or blending some Dark 'n Stormy ice cream.

Why We Love International Dark 'n Stormy Day

We get to drink our favorite cocktail

A drink with history

It stems from a family business

When there's a full day dedicated to the creation of our favorite cocktail,  it's only right that we take the time to indulge. It's called being festive. Whether you're a professional mixologist or just play one at  home, nothing could be simpler than mixing up a Dark 'n Stormy.

This  cocktail comes with a story — the more we learn about it, the more we love it. How many other cocktails can say they're the sailor's drink of choice? Probably not many, because they can't talk, but you know what we mean.

There's  something about a family business that lets us know that everything was created with care, attention to detail, and affection. The Gosling family has been in the rum making business for over 200 years, and as hey've grown into the rum company that we all know and love today, they've maintained the integrity of their one-of-a-kind Bermuda rum.

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[queenstc]

Fire Hans……

FROZEN: THE ENCHANTED WARRIOR'Z [Helsa]

Sneak peek:

Hans giving a toast at his coronation party

Hans: (raising a glass of champagne)

 To my brother, the true king and hero!

As he brings the glass to his lips, the champagne mysteriously starts to melt the glass

Hans: (panicked) 

Wh-what's happening?! Why is my champagne melting?!

The audience gasps as everything Hans touches suddenly bursts into flames

Hans: (ashen-faced)

 ….oops 

Everything goes into slow motion. We hear the sound of Hans heart beating as the Royal advisers swiftly take him away and explain the legend to him

FADE OUT:

CUT TO:

INT. HANS ROYAL CHAMBERS - NIGHT (THE BLOOD MOON)

Hans paces anxiously in his royal chambers, surrounded by his loyal guards. His hands are in protective gloves, trying to contain his unruly fire powers.

HANS: (dramatically)

Oh, woe is me! I believe one of you have dislocated my shoulder with your brute force. How dare you!

His loyal servants rush to apologize, feeling guilty for their part in the chaos.

SERVANT 1: (sincerely)

Oh, Your Highness, we deeply apologize for any inconvenience caused. We were just trying to ensure your safety.

Hans waves them off, still grumbling under his breath, but his attention quickly shifts as his royal advisers enter the room, carrying a large book titled "The Past, Present and Future."

ROYAL ADVISER 1:(excited)

Your Highness, we've found the ancient legend of the Fire King. It might provide some insight into your newfound powers.

Hans raises an eyebrow, intrigued yet skeptical.

HANS: (teasingly)

Well, well, let's hear what this ancient legend has to say. Prepare for my stunning commentary.

The royal advisers clear their throats and begin reading from the book.

ROYAL ADVISER 2: (dramatically)

Chapter 1: The Legend of the Fire King. It is said that on the blood moon of December, the one who is crowned king shall be blessed with the power to control fire and lava.

Hans stifles a laugh, unable to contain his amusement.

HANS: (whispering)

Ah, so my coronation was perfectly timed with the blood moon. Just my luck!

ROYAL ADVISER 1: (continuing)

Under the rule of the Fire King, Enchanta will grow ever powerful and advance to new heights.

Hans interrupts, unable to resist the opportunity for witty sarcasm.

HANS: (raising an eyebrow)

Ah, of course, the all-powerful Fire King, here to bring forth the era of lava-infused advancements. I can see the future now; lava-powered iPhones and fire-spitting dishwashers!

Everyone in the room stifles laughter, trying to maintain their composure.

ROYAL ADVISER 2: (resuming composure)

Your Highness, with this power, you can reshape the kingdom and bring prosperity like none other.

Hans pauses for a moment, his expression more serious.

Hans: (in disbelief)

 You mean I'm stuck with these powers forever?!

Adviser 1: (nodding solemnly)

 Yes, but you can't just ignore them. You must go to the Enchanted Forest and find the fifth spirit.

Hans: (looking at the book)

 Wait a minute...that's Elsa!

Adviser 2: 

Yes, we know it may seem difficult, but you have no choice.

Hans: (sarcastically) 

Oh sure, because she'll be so thrilled to see me after what I've done to her.

Adviser 1: (flipping through the book) 

It says here that you two will become unlikely allies in chapter two.

Hans: (skeptical)

 I highly doubt that.

Hans takes the book and flips through a few more pages before sighing

Hans: (resigned) 

Get my horse ready. I'll leave at dawn.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/346026593-frozen-the-enchanted-warrior%27z-helsa

[toastess-with-the-mostess]

Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 2: Escape to Another Planet

As much as the intro is cool, I like the GoLion one better because the song slaps

Nobody sounds distressed while crashing sodivns

Line change from last episode as they call the castle of lions the royal castle, so I guess they don't know that's where voltron is? I'm trying not to give the writing too much credit because it's an episodic show more than a story based on

At least the GG believes in the team's survival,,, which isn't much anyway

Pidge is just the absolute cutest, kind of wonder why he didn't do this during his fall last episode, but he wasn't prepared for that one I guess

"Your face is disGUSTing!" -Pidge [Hunk proceeds to spit sand onto Pidge's face] True friendship, insulting one and grossing out the other

"Leave me alone, I'll get up when I want!" -Lance Trying to cover for your ass being up in the air like hunk's was after the fall isn't working my guy

"What's next?" "How about food?" "How about we look for that CASTLE" There's the Pidge sass I was hoping for, get em pipsqueak

I've ribbed Lance a lot for being sassy and almost uncaring sometimes, but that really isn't the case for him, he really does care about the Arusians and puts himself on the line for people who are too afraid to fight back What a sweet guy, no wonder my clone likes him so much

Keith hates fog, good to know

Woop animation error, Keith's tracksuit is half blue and half red when it's supposed to be all blue because of the fog the team is in everyone else's clothing is blue too

Hunk has canonically wrestled a lion cub, I wonder if this means he's worked with exotic animals before!

Oh I never realized there was a moat around the castle, that's probably where blue lion launches, but I like the idea of blue just chilling in a lake instead

The mice are so cute, very expressive too Pidge with his jumping skills again somehow bounces his way to the top of a castle wall

Have you boys never been taught to not go into weird abandoned looking places? If you're going in at least one of you has to stay at the door like c'mon That's why you losers are trapped inside now

Coran! His official title of diplomat of Arus, interesting. Also, why would you tell a random group of dudes about voltron if that's your only hope? They're literally pointing weapons at you good sir

I'm not sure of the aesthetic entirely so feel free to correct me but Arus looked like it had a lot of Greco-Roman architecture, very nice looking but too bad it got destroy OISNV

Princess Allura at last! Very much looks like Aurora/Sleeping Beauty, but I wonder if that's what they were going for since she legitimately is a princess Pidge is smitten lol, I like to think the crush lasts like a week before it changes into seeing her as an older sister figure

Immediately she starts crying about her dead dad, like maybe I'm just being too apathetic, but I don't think you should trauma dump onto strangers princess

The legend just keeps getting more and more muddy So what's true so far is that voltron was split into 5 lions because of Haggar, but apparently King Alfor had activated it before Zarkon's attack and THAT'S when the split happened?? Yeah, uh, I'm just going to stick with Voltron was a legend on Arus and the boys weren't there to see the start of Arus's destruction because it happened years before they got there

Keith "anime eyes" Kogane

I love Allura's voice, it's so nice to hear, and she very much seems her age or older GoLion said she was 16 at the boys' arrival, so I don't see them much older than their mid 20s except for Pidge who is definitely a child at 12

And the official uniforms are on! I still don't really understand why Keith never got black but iirc I was told that red was seen as the color for a leader or something like that I also like to believe that Lance chose blue because it looked good on him lol

Oh, so blue lion IS in a lake, but the castle is basically on an island in said lake which is why there's a bridge as if there was a moat interesting it's probably a moat in GoLion but shh I'm gonna build whatever lore I want with this

Man the old control room was so cool, maybe it's a me thing but LOOK AT ALL THOSE BUTTONS I WANT TO PRESS TO FEEL THEIR CLICK

Voltron is apparently king of robots? I think that's funny considering the VA for Optimus Prime (Peter Cullen) is the one narrating the show

End of Episode 2! More exposition, finally getting to see some supporting cast and settling into the main setting for the show Already getting the vibes that this dub isn't supposed to be that deep but because of its more gruesome predecessor it really can be if you pay attention to it

[brimbrimbrimbrim]

WIPs Tag (cause fuck it)

Tagged by @gaeadene (damn you, heathen <3)

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

Tagging @possumteeths @butterbabyflapjack @gomakeawaffle @flaggermuser

So... it's a lot and I'm not proud of this...

What They Don't Tell You About Demons (barley/f!oc)

Forever My Queen - Eddie Munson/Reader

Shepherd *

The Dredge

Accidental Nirvana (eddie munson) *

Back of the RV (eddie munson)

Bigus Dickus Polaroidus (eddie munson)

Freaky Friday but Hotter (eddie munson)

Looking Glass (eddie munson) *

Murmuring (Breather) MASTURBATION

Pheromones are Gross (Slit/Toast) *

Put a Ring On It (Wrench/Low) TOYS

Riddle Me This (part 3)

She's ah Bombshell (Lucas/OC)

Target Acquired (SMOKE) GUNPLAY

Ten Days (Wraith/F!OC)

The Bear and the Baker

The Borg’s Dangerous (Dum Dum Cyberpunk)

Ivory Mori (Ghostface/reader)

The Legend of Purple Haze (Legion DBD)

The One Already Tied Up (Jason Friday the 13th)

The Seasonal Event (Bubba)

You Beat Too Fast (eddie munson)

You Got A Filthy Mouth, Munson (eddie munson)

A Cure For The Ages (Plague Dr 049/Reader) PARALYSIS

Creamed Corn (Trapper)

Don't Butterfly Off the Handle (Vigilante)

Ghost/Bride

Jason/Reader

Mine (Yautja/FOC) FEMDOM

Sloast DC (Slit/Toast)

The Chuckle Squad (Bubba/Reader)

The Loose End (Black Noir)

Zombie HAUNT

[hexdsl]

HexDSL in 2023!

I realise that most people have done their “yay 2023” post already. Actually, most people did it while 2022 was still gurgling with death rattles. I, on the other hand have been excitedly waiting for today.

This last five days I have released the short story/novella ‘Week’ on hexdsl.com (Tumblr.) I have also made the story available from Itch for free and on Amazon for as cheap as they will let me (Amazon are asshats.)

This was something I have been planning since before ‘In Her we trust’ was released and was originally, me toying with the idea of changing the point-of-view character for Denouement 3 (don’t worry I’m not doing that, Jon won’t let me)! – I think the story brings a lot of subtle depth to the characters I have created, as well as makes some clear promises regarding Denouement 3, currently tentatively titled ‘Earth War.’

Anyway, that’s on the agenda for me over these next twelve months?

YouTube: I plan on continuing to put out YouTube videos. There is no end in sight, I am hoping as there are more and more people reading my books, that the focus of the channel will become more and more about my writing and less about ‘stuff I found on the internet’ – That said, I greatly enjoy the rambling nonsense that is enabled by YouTube.

Nancy & Holmes: This is my next full-sized novel. It’s framed like a mystery novel, though a modern, pop culture infused one. It’s about our hero, Nancy. Nancy works in a pub, has seen some shot and to distract her from her own sadness, she willingly getting sucked into investigating murders that happen in her happy seaside town. Nancy’s issues are a major part of the story. This includes her consulting detective, Holmes, being either imaginary or a ghost (she’s really not sure)

It’s scheduled to be my mid-year book, meaning I’m planning a June release. As always, these are just target dates. I wouldn’t ‘ship’ a title unless it was ready and fully baked. At the moment though, it’s looking like it’ll be on time.

All my books have had a mystery element, or at least a concealed element, which we wait to be revealed, but, I think I underestimated the nuance of writing a pure mystery story; I’m learning a lot!

As with all my stories, this will have strong female characters, well-defined morality… and bread products! – Yay toast!

Denouement 3 - Earth War (title subject to change): Denouement 3 will, like the second one, bring new concepts to the characters and challenge their sense of self. I want each book to question what it is to be a hero, and what you have to do to get there. In the first two books, Jon is left feeling like he did nothing, while everyone else in his life is hailing him as a legend. I want Denouement 3 to allow him to flex what he has learned and be a hero on purpose. With intent, drive, morality and now, a well-earned authority.

The current plan is to have Denouement books drop in December each year, for a while as I have a few more planned for the series. I don’t want to write Denouement back-to-back as I did with volumes one and two though. It really was fun to do, but I felt I had basked in the world too much. So much so that I have already written the first act of Denouement 3. I forced myself to go do something else (hence, Nancy & Holmes) to help me evolve as a writer.

The hope is that each Denouement book brings something new, original, and interesting to the table. I think to do that I can’t write them back-to-back. I need to take time to let the dust settle between volumes.

Drop me a line: Thank you for being interested in my rambles, writings, and videos. If you have questions about books, workflow, or thoughts, then please do either drop into my Discord or email me at HexDSL@gmail.com. If you want to send me something pretty, my Amazon Wishlist is here

If you want to support me directly, you can do this on Patreon or by buying books on Itch or Amazon. Honestly, the best thing you can do right now is leave a review!

Thanks. For reading.

[coffeeheartworld]

Uncover the secret behind your daily brew: 7 surprising facts about popular coffee that will stir your emotions and elevate your morning routine.

Title: “Unraveling the Mysteries of Your Morning Brew: 7 Astonishing Facts about Coffee” Subheading: The Hidden Wonders of Your Daily Cup Every morning, millions of us reach for our favorite mug and fill it with the aromatic brew that kick-starts our day. Coffee, a staple in numerous cultures around the globe, is much more than just a morning pick-me-up. Let’s dive into seven surprising facts about this popular beverage that will not only stir your emotions but also elevate your morning routine. 1. Coffee’s Origin: A Goat’s Discovery Legend has it that coffee was discovered by Ethiopian shepherds who noticed their goats dancing joyously after eating coffee cherries. This delightful tale adds a dash of whimsy to your daily brew and underscores coffee’s long-standing cultural significance. 2. Second Most Traded Commodity Did you know that coffee is the second most traded commodity in the world, right behind oil? This fact underlines the immense global demand for coffee and its profound impact on economies worldwide. 3. Life-Saver for Bees Recent studies have shown that caffeine helps improve bees’ memory, making them more efficient pollinators. By enjoying your morning cup, you indirectly contribute to the well-being of these crucial contributors to our ecosystem. Subheading: The Intriguing Science Behind Coffee 4. Coffee Can Boost Your Metabolism Caffeine, the active ingredient in coffee, can boost your metabolic rate by up to 11%. This increase can help you burn fat more effectively, making your morning coffee a secret weapon in your fitness arsenal. 5. Coffee’s Paradoxical Relationship with Sleep While coffee is known for its wakefulness-promoting properties, it can also lead to better sleep when consumed in moderation. Caffeine blocks adenosine, a neurotransmitter that makes you feel tired, thus helping regulate your sleep cycle. Subheading: Coffee’s Emotional and Social Impact 6. Coffee and Happiness Numerous studies have linked coffee consumption to lower rates of depression. The next time you sip your brew, remember that it’s not just waking you up—it may also be contributing to your overall happiness. 7. Coffee’s Role in Social Bonding Coffee has been a social lubricant for centuries. Whether it’s a business meeting, a first date, or a catch-up with friends, coffee plays an integral role in human connections. This fact adds an emotional layer to your daily cup, making it a symbol of camaraderie and shared experiences. Conclusion: A Toast to Your Morning Brew The humble cup of coffee that you hold each morning is steeped in rich history, fascinating science, and profound social significance. As you savor its robust flavor and comforting warmth, remember these surprising facts about your daily brew. They serve as a reminder that coffee is more than just a beverage—it’s a ritual that connects us to each other and to the world at large. So, here’s to your morning coffee—may it always stir your senses, elevate your routine, and offer a moment of quiet reflection amidst the hustle and bustle of life. Read the full article

[barnabytremayne]

My New Single Has Raised Some Questions.

Why "Limes"?

By The Lime Enthusiast (Barnaby Tremayne).

Confusion in the Citrus Grove

Ladies and gentlemen, gather 'round the psychedelic campfire. There's been a cosmic kerfuffle, a zesty riddle that tickles our collective consciousness: Why, oh why, is my latest instrumental opus titled "Limes"? Fear not, fellow stargazers; I shall peel back the layers (pun intended) and reveal the truth—or at least a delightful web of lies.

The Quantum Lime Hypothesis

Picture this: I'm strolling through a parallel universe, where limes are sentient beings with PhDs in quantum mechanics. They sip on tiny mojitos, discussing the intricacies of wave-particle duality while jamming on their mini electric guitars. Naturally, they'd name a song after themselves—a psychedelic ode to uncertainty principles and zesty solos.

The Interdimensional Lime Rift

Legend has it that there exists a hidden portal between dimensions—a Lime Rift, if you will. When you play "Limes" backward at precisely 3:33 AM during a lunar eclipse, the rift opens. Out pops a lime-shaped spaceship piloted by extraterrestrial lime farmers. They've come to harvest our cosmic vibes, trading them for intergalactic salsa recipes.

The Lost Lime Manuscripts

Deep within the archives of the Vatican's secret library lies a dusty tome—the Codex Citrus. Written by medieval monks during their acid-trip sabbaticals, it contains forbidden knowledge about limes. According to one passage, playing "Limes" aligns your chakras, opens your third eye, and grants you the ability to levitate (or at least dance like nobody's watching).

The Lime Illuminati

Whispered rumours suggest that the Illuminati—the clandestine organisation behind crop circles, chemtrails, and avocado toast—has a secret branch: the Lime Illuminati. Their mission? To control the world's lime supply, ensuring that only the juiciest, most harmonious limes make it into our margaritas. "Limes" serves as their anthem, encoded with subliminal messages about global lime domination.

The Lime of Destiny

In ancient Mayan prophecy, a cosmic lime rolls down the celestial pyramid, triggering a psychedelic apocalypse. When the stars align (preferably in the shape of a lime wedge), "Limes" will play, and humanity will ascend to a higher plane of existence. Brace yourselves, fellow lime-lovers—we're about to transcend into a dimension where everyone wears tie-dye and communicates solely through tambourine solos.

And now, my fellow travellers, the moment you've all been waiting for: "Limes" will be available on all streaming platforms starting June 14th. Tune in, turn on, and let the lime-infused vibes wash over you like a cosmic mojito. 🍋🌌✨

Disclaimer: The views expressed in this article are purely fictional and fueled by copious amounts of limeade. Please consult your local fruitologist before attempting any interdimensional travel. ���🌿🎸

[tokagrem]

im making a minecraft server weeee

All my mutuals are invited and if you wanna join but aren't a mutual DM me anyway and I'll see if you pass the vibe check :3

It's gonna be HEAVILY modded so you'll probably need a decent computer, and is on Fabric 1.20.1

The mod list is under the cut, if you're interested DM me here or on discord!! I'll send a link to a discord server that has the modpack. Some of the bigger mods are Cobblemon, Origins, Bewitchment, and a whole lot else

I plan to put the server up within a week!! See you there :3

ALSO ITS WHITELISTED forgot to mention. gays only /silly

3D Skin Layers Adorn Alternate Origin GUI AmbientSounds Amendments AppleSkin Architectury API Artifacts Athena Axolotl Bucket Variants AzureLib BCLib Balm Beautify: Refabricated Besmirchment Better Combat Better Combat Bewitchment Compatibility (BCBC) Better Third Person BetterEnd BetterF3 BetterNether Bewitchment CERBON's API CIT Resewn CTOV - Beautify Compat CTOV - Chef's delight Compat CTOV - Farmer Delight Compat CTOV - Friends and Foes Compat CTOV - Villagers Plus Compat Cardinal Components API Carry On Chat Heads Chef's Delight Chipped ChoiceTheorem's Overhauled Village Cloth Config API Clumps Cobblemon Cobblemon Counter Cobblemon Myths and Legends Addon Cobblemon Unchained Cobbreeding Collective Common Network Complementary Shaders - Unbound Connectivity Mod Continuity Controlling CorgiLib CoroUtil Cosmetic Armor Crate Delight - Farmer's Delight CreativeCore Creeper Overhaul Despawning Eggs Hatch Distant Horizons Dynamic FPS Ears (+ Snouts/Muzzles, Tails, Horns, Wings, and More) Elytra Trims End's Delight Enderman Overhaul Enhanced Celestials Essential Mod Expanded Delight Fabric API Fabric Language Kotlin Farmer's Delight Refabricated Farmer's Knives [Fabric] Forge Config API Port Friends&Foes (Fabric/Quilt) Fright's Delight Geckolib HT's TreeChop Hide Experimental Warning Icarus Icon Xaero's Immersive Melodies Indium Inventory Profiles Next Jade Just Enough Beacons Reforged Just Enough Breeding (JEBr) Just Enough Effect Descriptions (JEED) Just Enough Items Just Enough Professions (JEP) Just Enough Resources (JER) LambDynamicLights Lithostitched Lootr LuckPerms Macaw's Bridges Macaw's Doors Macaw's Fences and Walls Macaw's Furniture Macaw's Lights and Lamps Macaw's Paintings Macaw's Paths and Pavings Macaw's Roofs Macaw's Trapdoors Macaw's Windows Medieval Origins Revival Mod Menu Model Gap Fix Moonlight Lib More Banner Features More Mob Variants Nature's Compass Nethers Delight Refabricated No Chat Reports Not Enough Animations Ocean's Delight Orb Of Origins - Crafting Recipe Origins Origins Extra Keybinds Origins++ Origins: Classes Origins: Dietary Delights OriginsTweaks Patchouli Pehkui Place Item Polymorph Presence Footsteps Resourceful Config Resourceful Lib Searchables Shulker Box Tooltip Silk Spawners Simple Voice Chat Simply Swords Sodium Sound Physics Remastered Spell Power Attributes Supplementaries Supplementaries Squared Terralith The Open Sauce Toast Killer ToolTipFix Traveler's Backpack Traveler's Titles Trinkets VillagersPlus Voice Chat Interaction Wavey Capes Waystones What Are They Up To (Watut) Xaero's Minimap Xaero's World Map XaerosCobblemon YUNG's API YUNG's Better Desert Temples YUNG's Better Dungeons YUNG's Better End Island YUNG's Better Jungle Temples YUNG's Better Mineshafts YUNG's Better Nether Fortresses YUNG's Better Ocean Monuments YUNG's Better Strongholds YUNG's Better Witch Huts YUNG's Bridges YUNG's Extras YUNG's Menu Tweaks You're in Grave Danger [Let's Do Addon] Compat [Let's Do Addon] Structures [Let's Do] API [Let's Do] Bakery [Let's Do] Beachparty [Let's Do] BloomingNature [Let's Do] Brewery [Let's Do] Candlelight [Let's Do] HerbalBrews [Let's Do] Meadow [Let's Do] NetherVinery [Let's Do] Vinery cupboard libIPN playerAnimator way2wayfabric

[cimonim-toasty]

Masterlist Time *rubs hands together evilly*

LAST UPDATED: July 25, 2024

Who Am I?

A question I ask myself daily. Anywho, I’m Cimonim/Cino/Toasty: Cereal Overlord, Chronic Procrastinator, Writer, Artist (not that I have much talent but I still count!) and your personal guide through this hellscape blog. Idk who needs to hear this, but: you don’t have to DM me or personally interact with me to be “allowed” to follow this blog. I know English, a smidge of Welsh, and a handful or two of Japanese. I will respond to basically any pronouns/titles/whatever you call me so spin a wheel and go wild I won’t be disclosing many personal details here. Just know that I exist. That’s all you need to know tbh. If you ship/support/are okay with illegal and/or gross ships, please leave and block me. I do not want to interact with you. I use caps lock a lot. Sorry about that. I also run, like, four blogs. (Including a twst oc roleplay blog) Yeah 👍

What Do I Do?

Write, ramble, occasionally roleplay, and generally go absolutely insane over whatever I’m hyperfixated on. Check out my other main blog if you’re interested in my mass reblogs. I take asks. Flood my inbox with anything* you so desire! *Anything besides nsfw. It makes me super uncomfortable.

Do I write?

Yes I do! Anything from a multi-chapter fic about my current blorbo(s) to a half-baked drabble Current Fandoms: Bungo Stray Dogs, Case Study of Vanitas, Twisted Wonderland, Hatsune Miku: Colorful Stage!, Splatoon, Pokémon (Mainly Sword/Shield, Black/White, ScarVi, and Legends: Arceus) Absolutely anything can be requested besides: explicit nsfw, problematic dynamics (large age gaps, incest, pedophilia, etc) [more to be added bc I can’t think rn] You can request reader x canon, oc x canon (yes it’s a separate thing), and canon x canon. IF it meets the requirements above.

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[annmirianashvili]

Exploring the Rich Heritage of Orange Wine in the Oldest Wine Country: The Fascinating Tale of Chelti 2008

When it comes to the world of winemaking, traditions run deep, and history weaves intricate stories of innovation and heritage. Among the myriad of wine varieties, one that has been capturing the attention of enthusiasts and connoisseurs alike is Orange wine. As we delve into the origins of this unique style, we find ourselves embarking on a journey through the heart of the Oldest wine country, where treasures like the esteemed Chelti 2008 await discovery.

Orange Wine:

Contrary to its name, orange wine is not made from oranges but rather from white grapes that are fermented with their skins, similar to the process used for red wines. This extended skin contact imbues the wine with a distinctive amber hue and a complex array of flavors and textures. Originating from ancient winemaking techniques practiced in regions such as Georgia and Slovenia, orange wine has experienced a resurgence in recent years, captivating the palates of adventurous wine enthusiasts seeking something out of the ordinary.

Known for its robust tannins, unique aromas, and nuanced flavor profiles ranging from floral and herbal to nutty and oxidative, orange wine offers a sensory experience unlike any other. Whether enjoyed on its own or paired with a variety of dishes, this versatile style continues to intrigue and inspire wine lovers around the world.

Oldest Wine Country:

As we trace the origins of winemaking back through the annals of history, we inevitably find ourselves drawn to the cradle of viticulture – the oldest wine country. Situated in the fertile valleys and hillsides of the Caucasus region, Georgia holds the distinguished title of being the birthplace of wine, with evidence of winemaking dating back over 8,000 years.

Steeped in legend and tradition, Georgian winemaking techniques have been passed down through generations, preserving ancient methods such as qvevri winemaking, where wines are fermented and aged in large clay vessels buried underground. This rich cultural heritage has earned Georgia a place of reverence in the world of wine, attracting visitors from far and wide to explore its storied vineyards and taste the fruits of its labor.

Chelti 2008:

Among the many gems nestled within the historic vineyards of Georgia, Chelti 2008 stands out as a testament to the country's winemaking prowess. Crafted from indigenous grape varieties grown in the fertile soils of the Kakheti region, Chelti 2008 embodies the essence of Georgian winemaking tradition.

With its deep amber color, complex bouquet, and velvety texture, Chelti 2008 offers a sensory journey through time, inviting drinkers to savor the flavors of a bygone era. Whether enjoyed as a standalone indulgence or paired with traditional Georgian cuisine, this venerable vintage serves as a poignant reminder of the enduring legacy of winemaking in the oldest wine country.

In conclusion, the intersection of Orange wine, the Oldest wine country, and the esteemed Chelti 2008 paints a vivid portrait of the timeless allure of winemaking. As we raise our glasses to toast the heritage and innovation embodied in each sip, we celebrate the indelible imprint of history on the ever-evolving world of wine

[ilopisara]

16.01. 21:53 | Ilo Pisara vs Liepo 7 - 1

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, let's break down the hockey masterpiece that just unfolded before our very eyes. Ilo Pisara has once again shown they're not here to play patty-cake; they came to serve a cold dish of puck domination with a 7-1 thrashing over Liepo! First off, Teppo Winnipeg – oh captain my captain! With stats like an '80s arcade game high score: one goal, two assists, and blocking shots as if he were swatting away pesky flies at a summer BBQ. A round of applause for this Puck Moving Defenseman who moves smoother than butter on hot toast. And Yuri Tarde in net? More like Yuri "The Wall" Tarde! Stopping pucks left and right with the grace of a ballet dancer – except when it comes to penalty shots... but hey, nobody's perfect. Still boasting a .93 save percentage is nothing short of sorcery between those pipes. Macho Fantastico lived up to his name - Macho indeed! Three goals plus four assists? That’s more points than my last Scrabble game against Grandma (and she’s ruthless). Sure there were giveaways - probably thought we were running some charity event out there - but all is forgiven when you light the lamp that many times. Jani Saari was dishing out hits harder than reality checks on payday while pocketing three goals himself. The man had possession time longer than any awkward silence after telling your in-laws you’re pursuing mime school full-time. So what do we have here? A team hotter than jalapeño poppers fresh from the oven. Keep this up folks; history books might need an extra chapter titled “Ilo Pisara: Legends or Aliens?” because normal teams don’t play hockey like this! Now rest up warriors; tomorrow we go back into battle where I expect nothing less than pure excellence—or at least enough effort so no one mistakes us for traffic cones on ice again.

[weird-things-to-think]

Ten Years Ago Today in the Land of Gibberish

Greetings, dear readers! Today, we embark on a peculiar journey down the rabbit hole of an obscure event that unfolded a decade ago. Brace yourselves for a tale so nonsensical, it will leave you both bemused and bewildered! On this very day, ten years ago, amidst the cacophony of whimsical melodies and flabbergasting acrobatics, the International Society of Whiffleball Enthusiasts held their annual championship in the enchanting realm of Gibberishland. It was a momentous occasion, where slapdash aficionados from around the globe came together to celebrate the indescribable beauty of the nonsensical arts. Now, picture this: a kaleidoscope of polka-dotted unicorns prancing through fields of tapioca pudding, as saber-toothed ceiling fans twirled overhead. It was, indeed, a sight to behold! But the pinnacle of absurdity arrived when the teams, composed of intergalactic wizards, time-traveling sushi chefs, and sentient marshmallows, competed for the coveted title of Whiffleball Grand Poobah. As the match unfolded, chaos ensued! Players spun in dizzying circles, reciting Shakespearean sonnets in Pig Latin while tap-dancing on custard-filled pogo sticks. The spectators, dressed in their finest mismatched socks and polka-dot bowties, cheered wildly, unsure of why they were cheering in the first place. It was a pure symphony of delightful incoherence! Alas, despite the complete lack of a recognizable language or logic, a champion emerged from the mania. The Whiffleball Cup was triumphantly hoisted by none other than a six-foot-tall, bipedal, chocolate-covered ostrich named Sir Reginald McFlumpington III. Legend has it that his victory speech consisted entirely of quacking noises and nonsensical rhymes about rubber ducks. And just like that, the air of Gibberishland gradually returned to its usual state of organized disarray. The polka-dotted unicorns galloped away, the tapioca pudding was consumed (or used as face masks), and the memory of this wonderfully bewildering event took its rightful place in the annals of absurdity. So, dear readers, let us raise our cups of tea, filled with marshmallow-infused lemonade, and toast to the inexplicable madness of the International Society of Whiffleball Enthusiasts' championship on this very day, ten years ago. May we forever embrace the nonsensical and find joy in the most wonderfully bizarre corners of our world!