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[reasonsforhope]

"In the Canary Islands, in Barcelona, and in Chile, a unique fog catcher design is sustaining dry forests with water without emissions, or even infrastructure.

Replicating how pine needles catch water, the structure need only be brought on-site and set up, without roads, powerlines, or irrigation channels.

Fog catching is an ancient practice—renamed “cloud milking” by an EU-funded ecology project on the Canary Islands known as LIFE Nieblas (nieblas means fog).

“In recent years, the Canaries have undergone a severe process of desertification and we’ve lost a lot of forest through agriculture. And then in 2007 and 2009, as a result of climate change, there were major fires in forested areas that are normally wet,” said Gustavo Viera, the technical director of the publicly-funded project in the Canaries.

The Canaries routinely experience blankets of fog that cloak the islands’ slopes and forests, but strong winds made fog-catching nets an unfeasible solution. In regions such as the Atacama Desert in Chile or the Atlas Mountains of North Africa, erecting nets that capture moisture particles out of passing currents of fog is a traditional practice.

LIFE Nieblas needed a solution that could resist powerful winds, and to that end designed wind chime-like rows of artificial pine needles, which are also great at plucking moisture from the air. However, unlike nets or palms, they efficiently let the wind pass through them.

The water is discharged without any electricity. There are no irrigation channels, and no machinery is needed to transport the structures. The natural course of streams and creeks need not be altered, nor is there a need to drill down to create wells. The solution is completely carbon-free.

WATER IN THE DESERTS: 

China Announces Completion of a 1,800-Mile Green Belt Around the World’s Most-Hostile Desert

Billions of People Could Benefit from This Breakthrough in Desalination That Ensures Freshwater for the World

Scientists Perfecting New Way to Turn Desert Air into Water at Much Higher Yields

Sahara Desert Is Turning Green Amid Unusual Rains in Parts of North Africa

Indian Engineers Tackle Water Shortages with Star Wars Tech in Kerala

In the ravine of Andén in Gran Canaria, a 35.8-hectare (96 acres) mixture of native laurel trees irrigated by the fog catchers enjoys a survival rate of 86%, double the figure of traditional reforestation.

“The Canaries are the perfect laboratory to develop these techniques,” said Vicenç Carabassa, the project’s head scientist, who works for the Center for Ecological Research and Forestry Applications at the University of Barcelona. “But there are other areas where the conditions are optimal and where there is a tradition of water capture from fog, such as Chile and Morocco.”

In Chile’s Coquimbo province, the town of Chungungo is collecting around 250 gallons a day from a combination of locally-made fog catchers and LIFE Nieblas’ pine needle design, the Guardian reports."

-via Good News Network, December 30, 2024

[bunni-v1]

Hello! Saw the Shadow Milk smut, especially the parts involving Shadow Milk not particularly liking bottoming, and the process it takes to have him be okay with bottoming, and my brain couldn't help but come up with this mental image.

After getting him to accept being the receiver instead of the giver, you would probably have to keep a grasp on his legs at first. Mostly because I can see him being the type of person that, when on the receiving end of pleasure instead of on the giving end, to be the kind of person who will accidentally kick the person topping him if they aren't careful. Like, if you're giving him oral he might accidentally kick you in the ribs if you do anything too stimulating kind of thing.

MDNI

This is 100% the case. Ignoring how hard you have to work to get him to bottom, it’s like ten times worse getting him to behave once you do. He is the definition of a snotty little brat, and he knows that. He’s so annoyingly purposeful in how he fights you, but you really can get him weak if you try hard enough.

Sucking him off is the best way to get him to melt, which is why I suggest doing that before anything else. If you tease him before giving him head he’ll get angry and upset and ruin the whole thing.

I’ll remind everyone that his dick is tentacle like, since that’s important for later. It’s also very hard to take in your mouth, the base of it is large and it’s quite the strain to get it in there. Usually you’d have to stop a couple inches above, but if you wanna hear him sing you’ll squeeze the rest in.

He’s very vocal and very reactive when you’re giving him head. Just the slightest breath on his member has him twitching and squirming, he’s very sensitive down there. Forbid if you kiss the tip before taking him in your mouth, he’d explode into a million happy little pieces right there if he could.

He likes it when you take him all in one go, he’s not the patient type, but if you do draw it out he’ll whine like a whore for you. He tastes sour and sweet in your mouth, like sour blue raspberry candies. It’s definitely a yummy treat for both of you.

You have to hold him down cause he twitches A LOT when he bottoms. It’s all involuntary reactions to the pleasure, his body just isn’t used to that kind of thing. So unless you wanna take a knee to the head, wrapping your arms around his thighs is the best solution to the problem.

While he’s inside your mouth, his dick literally has a mind of its own (it’s him). The thing twists and tugs and pokes and prods at you the whole time it’s in your mouth. It reacts like a sentient creature as you blow him, and it DOES expand and throb when he likes something in particular.

When he comes, the damned thing expands like a knot, but it doesn’t lock in place. It just swells until all the gooey goodness is poured down your throat. If you swallow it up he’ll be the happiest cookie on earthbread.

It’s kind of like he wants to fill your mouth completely, make a little home inside for himself. He’s memorizing each little divot and curve inside the cavern, obsessed with the way you feel around him. He just can’t get enough of the sensation, and despite how much he squirms, he doesn’t want it to end.

He’ll overstimulate himself by forcing you to keep sucking him off even long after he’s cum down your throat. He’ll have tears streaming down his face and his voice absolutely screamed raw, but he doesn’t want to let you go. It takes quite a bit of force to finally pop off him, and you never look any better than he does once you’re finished.

Even when you’re in control with him, are you really?

[cryptotheism]

I'm attempting to add a scene to my novel involving an accomplished alchemist's attempts at the Great Work, staying as true to the real as possible, and I'm stuck. Any advice as to what that process would actually look like in practice?

Here, I'm gonna copy-paste the description of the process of the great work from the Hanegraaff Dictionary:

These stages can additionally be broken down into several steps. The number of these steps will vary from alchemist to alchemist, but the most common form of the process involves ten steps. They are: 

Calcination. Meaning oxidation by heating. Whenever you see an alchemist describe something as a “calcinate” that means its oxidized. Rusty iron is “iron calcinate” old green copper is “Copper Calcinate”

Solution. Meaning ”dissolution in “sharp” (or mercurial) liquids.” This means breaking a substance down by bathing it in acids. 

Putrefaction. Decomposition. Now that you’ve broken your substance down with acids, you’ve got to boil it in warm compost to induce fermentation. At this stage the substance turns a nasty black color, and is often described by alchemists as the “Black Raven'' which is soon resurrected as the “white dove,” thus marking the end of nigredo, and the beginning of albedo. 

Reduction, The recovery of the fugitive “spirits” (“spirit” in this context means a volatile substance) during the calcination process by means of a fluid (“philosophical milk”), whereupon a yellow coloration (citrinitas) appears. Basically, you’re adding back what you boiled off earlier. You know you’re doing it right when it turns yellow.

Sublimation. Adding the volatile, “spiritual” matter back to the vessel causes a violent reaction, and a red coloration. Alchemists often describe this as the raging of the “red dragon.” This is where rubedo occurs. 

Coagulation or Fixation. The reaction dies down, and the substance begins to solidify. This is the coagula part of solve et coagula. Congratulations, you have yourself some stable Prima Materia. 

Fermentation. This is a rare step. Some alchemists like to add a little bit of gold at this stage to act as a sort of “Yeast of Gold” to speed up the process. 

Lapis philosophorum. The Philosopher’s Stone. Now your prima materia can grow into ultima materia, (supreme matter). This bit is usually described as a heavy, dark red, mildly shiny, powder or stone. When you heat it up, it turns kinda waxy, but solidifies again when it cools. (What the alchemist has probably done at this point is produce mercury(II) sulfide, better known as Cinnabar.)

Multiplication. Now that you have your philosopher's stone, you can shave off bits of residue, and use that to make more. This is similar to how you can cut a mushroom in half, plant both halves, and get two mushrooms. 

Projection. Now that you've got your philosopher's stone, it’s time to make some gold. All you’ve got to do is get some dust from the philosopher's stone, and mix it into your base metal. If you’ve done your alchemy right, it should make the base metal change color until it looks like gold. In later, medical applications of alchemy, this is the point where you apply your panacea (universal medicine that cures all ills.)

[koolades-world]

good news and bad news

good news: just took my last final (managed to get a 94 on it!) and i looked really cute while doing it! bad news: I accidentally gave myself blisters on my feet from power walking in shoes that are not meant to be power walked in lol

hence, the inspo for this drabble!

It wasn’t hard to get the brothers to give you the princess treatment. All it took was the hint of anything but being content. While it could get obnoxious at times, you milked it when you could.

After a day out with Asmo at what was essentially Coachella, you quickly discovered the source of your foot pains. Several blisters had formed mostly on your heels as you hadn’t had time to break in your shoes before the event. When Asmo discovered you inspecting the damage, he began acting what you’d consider fairly dramatic.

At first, you tried to calm him down as he presented you with an armful of products to speed up the recovery process. However, once you realized you’d likely be able to get an extension on the project you’d been procrastinating on, you began to play it up.

As soon as you got home, almost every brother was upon you. It had been all Asmo could talk about on the phone to Mammon, who told everyone else. Mammon was quick to sweep you off your feet, and he looked like he was holding back tears. Beel leant over his shoulder, your bags in his hands and concern written all over his face. The two absent brothers, Levi and Belphie, were already in your room, making it comfortable. Lucifer and Satan tried their hardest to seem the least concerned, but you could tell they would be the most so until they got a good look at you for themselves.

Even though something as simple as blisters didn’t stop you from doing most of your day to day tasks, it wasn’t hard to convince the brothers to treat you like royalty. You needed to get to dinner? All you had to do was ask Mammon or Beel, and they’d carry you there. You wanted to change the channel, but the remote was just out of your reach? Satan, who was seated next to you at all time, would just pass it to you. You found yourself tossing and turning while trying to fall asleep? Say no more, Belphie has the perfect solution, no matter what. You could forget about opening doors for yourself, or doing your own hair. The brothers would be willing to do whatever you needed, and more.

You knew that some of them knew you were playing it up, but you were their soft spot, after all.

[copepods]

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DNI if you support Peripherism. It's literally just Slab Mongering but worse and with less effort

#wait peripherism is still a thing?????? #meaning collector point inversions havent been the norm in like 350 years afaik

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💟 pleading-intellect

GUYSSSS my overseer found a clutch of baby green lizards today they're so CUTE

#inty.txt #and BEFORE anyone accuses me of not iterating im literally running 55,458 processes rn

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hey FYI everyone if you receive an ask about transcendental inversions it's a troll. i've gotten 3 asks in the last cycle

#signal boost!!

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🌁 nineteen-afterthoughts

"ohhh Triangulation is outdated" "ohhh Triangulators dont even factor noise milking into their research theyre a bunch of idiots" im literallu just a little guy im 4 feet tall why do you hate me

⬜️🔁 erratic-pulse

Irrelevant tangents and jokes don't help your case. Triangulationism is simply an objectively moronic take on an already superfluous train of thought. How are you supposed to find the Solution if you can't even properly look for it?

🌁🔁 nineteen-afterthoughts

you literally have Sliverist in your bio but go off

⬜️🔁 erratic-pulse

The minutiae of my theoretical inclinations are irrelevant. Your dogma is blatantly incorrect regardless.

🌁🔁 nineteen-afterthoughts

your group senior and i are raising a family together

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💽 slowly-advancing-mist

a band of scavengers literally just stole my last vat of holy ash thats it im seeking personal ascension

#vent #dont rb

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Anyone else gotten really into Gold Hegemonic epic poetry recently? This one dude Eight Brass Whistles has a bunch of crazy quasi-Regeneratist stuff, it's actually really cool

🎹 east-facing-pillars

wasnt Eight Brass Whistles a heretic???? i heard he refused to shed the 3rd attachment or something like that

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Nah that callout post got debunked 533 cycles ago lol

🎹 east-facing-pillars

ahhh ok thanks for clarifying! ill let you know if i find anything :)

#thanks for being polite haha #lesson learned i gotta check this forum more LMAO

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⬜️ erratic-pulse

anonymous asked:

Transcendental Inversion! Transcendental Inversion!

Only someone with a fundamentally false understanding of inversion modes would send this. You can't even do such a thing without sufficient trailing bonds, which entropy renders impossible.

#Why do I always encounter idiots on this pseudonym?

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[mind-intheclouds342]

Do it for them- Co-captain reader x Curly

Previous - Part 15 - Next

The day of the rescue was getting closer and closer, with only a week left. 

And it was that day when you woke up in the middle of the night hearing Anya's whimper. 

Those last few weeks, you had settled in the nursery, just in case something unexpected happened with her pregnancy, so they would have everything on hand for her labor.

Anya: "It hurts!! It hurts a lot-!"

"You're doing well, Anya, hang in there a bit longer."

You said calmly with a smile on your lips, quickly giving her some painkillers, hoping that would relieve her. 

Soon Swansea and Daisuke were there to help her. 

Daisuke brought hot water and some towels.

Swansea brought all the possible pillows to make Anya comfortable, and stayed by her side holding her hand so she could hold onto something during the process. 

Curly could only witness the moment and how everyone was helping; he would have loved to be able to do something in a situation like that, but he was just a burden. 

"I can see the head, Anya, you're doing well, keep it up!"

Anya: "TAKE THAT OUT FOR ME PLEASE!!"

Swansea: "AAHG! HOW DO YOU HAVE SO MUCH STRENGTH!"

Daisuke: "AHH! WHY IS EVERYONE SCREAMING??"

"STOP SCREAMING!"

Everyone fell silent when a loud cry was heard in the room, you breathed a sigh of relief knowing that the worst was over. 

You heard a loud thud, realizing that Daisuke had fainted. 

You couldn't help but stare at him for a few seconds; you were the one covered in blood with a baby in your arms, and he fainted. You still had to cut the cord and make sure the placenta had come out completely. 

Swansea: "If you allow me to ask... What is it??"

With a cloth, you were wiping the baby's blood. 

"She is a girl"

You looked at Anya, waiting for some kind of response from her, watching as she started making sounds, a mix between laughter and crying. 

Anya: "I can't... I can't see her... Please don't bring it closer to me... I don't want to hear it anymore..." 

She covered her eyes with her arms. 

Swansea: "Give it to me"

The man extended his hands towards you and you looked at him curiously, handing over the girl who was still crying loudly, and upon feeling the contact with the man's chest, the warmth of human kindness, she gradually calmed down.

Swansea stood up to leave the room, with the baby in her arms, she wanted Anya to have a moment of peace. 

You helped her clean herself first, find a more comfortable place to rest, change her clothes, and make sure her signs were okay, that she wasn't losing more blood than she should. 

"How did it feel?"

Anya: "...The head was the worst... But... Then I felt an enormous relief..."

"Do you think you'll be able to breastfeed her? We don't have anything to give him milk otherwise."

Anya: "...I would prefer... Not seeing her nor touching her..."

"Then we will find a way" 

You were extremely focused on her well-being, touching her forehead and noticing she had a slight fever, you let her rest on a stretcher with a cold cloth on her forehead. 

You sat on Curly's cot, both of you watching her sleep. 

"...They say the moment a mother gives birth is beautiful, but... It's not true, it's exhausting, it's painful, it leaves you with scars, your body won't be the same. The only thing that makes it beautiful is... That you gave life to a child you actually wanted... That... It would mean that Anya only went through horrible pain... As if it were a surgery, removing a tumor that only harms you."

You murmured and looked at your husband, slowly lying down beside him, surprising him, you planned to sleep there with him, as you used to. 

"You still want children, right?"

He didn't say anything, he just looked at your face. 

"...Me too"

You answered him to turn your back and try to sleep. 

The next day, you and Daisuke couldn't help but burst out laughing when you saw the solution Swansea had given Anya so she wouldn't have to breastfeed the baby.

Swansea: "Laugh as much as you want! But this was the only way I had to feed my eldest son when his mother couldn't!"

Swansea had a latex glove with Anya's milk stuck to his shirt, with a small hole in one of the fingers through which Polly was suckling, nestled against the man's chest.

[candlemouse]

Brothers-in-Law

Gen; 1.3k words; Damian & Tim & Dick & Bruce; Tim/Kon

Damian wants to be brothers with Jon. Tim has been dating Connor for far too long without a ring. Damian sees a clear solution.

Not everyone is on board.

Excerpt under the cut! Read on Ao3

“I want Jon to be my brother,” Damian said, mouth set in a stubborn frown.

Tim raised an eyebrow over his coffee. A coaster sat on the mahogany dining table so he wouldn’t leave rings. Unfortunately, the caffeine had yet to enter his veins, and yet Damian had sought him out first thing this afternoon. Great. “Okay?”

Damian’s frown deepened. “Okay? So you’ll do it?”

“Do what?”

“Get married.”

Tim choked on his sip of coffee, and set it down at random, coaster be damned. His cheeks warmed. “Damian.”

“You have been dating Connor for over a year,” Damian said, exasperation in every breath. “I have tried to be patient, but you have frankly been dragging out the courtship process.”

“I’m nineteen,” Tim protested.

“Tt. The age of consent is eighteen in New Jersey.”

“I’m not getting married!”

His voice must’ve been louder than he thought, because the dining room door slid open and Bruce raised an eyebrow at Tim as he stepped in. “Was that in question?”

Tim groaned and covered his rapidly reddening face with his hands as Bruce took his seat and Alfred entered to fix up breakfast at the stove. His love life should never, ever be the topic of discussion at the dining table. Ever.

“Father, Tim has been dating Connor for over a year now, and has denied me the pleasure of being brothers with Jon.”

“You have enough brothers,” Bruce placated.

“I’m aiming for quality over quantity, Father.”

Alfred replaced Tim’s empty cup of coffee with a new one. Tim took his hands off his face, and took a sip. “Thanks, Alfred.”

“Don’t mention it, dear boy,” he replied.

“You can’t force anyone to get married, Damian,” Bruce said. “You can only control your own actions.”

Damian blanched. “I am not marrying the clone!”

Tim choked on his sip and fell into a coughing fit as Bruce chuckled. Tim shot a glare at Bruce, and the man cleared his throat and transitioned to a more serious face. “That’s not what I meant, Damian.”

“And stop talking about my boyfriend, brat,” Tim hissed.

“I was over at the farm last weekend,” Damian replied, “and he wouldn’t stop talking about you. I would’ve thought you would like to talk about him as well.”

“Talk about who?” Dick asked as he entered the room and picked a few pieces of bacon off the stovetop.

“Connor,” Damian answered.

Dick’s mouth quirked up at the edges. “Are we discussing Tim’s love life?”

“No!” Tim shot a look at Dick. “No, we are not.”

Dick slid into a chair at the dining table, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Well, now I’m interested.”

Tim wanted to die. “I’m leaving.”

“Now,” Bruce jumped in. Recently, he had read a parenting book on troubled teenage boys recommended by Clark, and seemed to be trying to follow it. Tim had seen it on his desk, bookmarked near the end with a note written by Clark on the first page. Tim did not enjoy the title’s descriptors. “We won’t talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“It makes me uncomfortable,” Tim deadpanned, immediately. “Obviously.”

“Fine,” Damian said. He took a sip of the milk Alfred insisted he drink as he was a young, growing boy. Tim secretly hoped he grew no taller. “I have a new topic that is not about Timothy and Connor and is instead abstract…after how many years of dating someone should you marry them?”

“Damian!”

Read the rest on Ao3!

[biowaredisasterbisexual]

SHARING SUNDAY - FEB. 9

It is time for our first ever Sharing Sunday, where you all tell me what you made and want shared from any BioWare fandom. This isn’t a rec list, or a review, it’s the pure joy of boosting folks in fandom because there’s something out there for everyone and promoting oneself can be hard.

Shout out to all the creators who put themselves and their work out there this week!

Art:

- A tender and soft Rookanis piece, inspired by the almost-kiss scene, by @fangbangerart/ @fangbangerghoul can be found on their art blog here.

Note: NSFW

Fanfiction:

- A Life After, a Davrook series, by @thatgaymerguyb, taking place after the game and following the two as they try to live the life they talked about. The series currently has four parts, with a fifth underway.

Note: Some portions of the series are NSFW and/or have AO3 archive warnings applied.

- Hamin Vhenan, a Bellarook flash fiction piece by @popcorn-milk, taking place during a quiet moment at the Lighthouse.

- From @hyperions-light, Language of Reverence. Rook/Teia/Viago/Lucanis, Explicit. From the author: “After Rook almost dies (again) trying to get Viago his crown, relations between their favorite Crows are somewhat strained. Obviously, the solution to this is to arrange a foursome.”

Note: NSFW

- From @heylavellan, Until Forever Falls Apart. From the author: “Are you also obsessed with whatever Mahariel and Tamlen have going on? Me too. Time to make Saliin Mahariel figure out he wasn't as over Tamlen as he thought with his new friends at his side.”

Note: Major character death, graphic violence AO3 archive warnings

- @drowsybowser brings Edge of Heaven, a Cullen x Dorian 80s AU. The sequel just posted its first chapter, as well.

Note: NSFW

- From @timeandmusic-x3, a Neverook fic titled Growing from the Ashes. From the author: “Tormented by her memories of Elgar'nan and shaken by the events of the past few weeks, Neve finds that she can't face sleeping alone after the final battle. Rook is there to support her - if only Neve can work up the courage to ask. One year later, Neve returns to Rook’s Minrathous apartment triumphant on the heels of solving a difficult case. They share a special evening together, but much is still left unsaid from a year ago. There are things Neve needs to tell Rook, and she struggles for the words. But when Rook finally breaks down from regret, she finds them.” There may be more coming in this world state from the author as well, so keep an eye out.

Note: Rated M with an archive warning for graphic depictions of violence

- Brought to you by @skullypettibone, Lucanis Is Not Smooth. From the author: “Lucanis wants to look good for Rook, and fortunately Davrin's here to help. Or: the story of what happened to Lucanis's Antivan fur."

- “Lucanis Dellamorte and the mortifying ordeal of processing an emotion and receiving a hug. A very Lucanis's interior world exploration piece of writing, immediately after Inner Demons,” can be found here by @corvus-frugilegus.

[rottenpumpkin13]

I don't think Cloud would survive if he had to live with Zack after your recent asks-

*Zack walks into the kitchen while Cloud washes a cup under the tap*

Zack, gasping in horror: What are you doing??

Cloud: ...washing a cup?

Zack: Man, you're doing it all wrong. You're supposed to rinse it in lukewarm water, then pour in 15 milliliters of distilled vinegar followed by a single drop of citrus essence, then swirl it counterclockwise for exactly 22 seconds.

Cloud: It wasn't even that dirty. All I had in it was some milk—

Zack: Milk? Oh man, then the process is completely different. You have to start with a cleansing soak in alkaline solution for exactly three minutes, then rinse with cold filtered water, followed by a light buffing with an absorbent microfiber cloth.

Cloud: All that is necessary for chocolate milk?

Zack: CHOCOLATE MILK?

Cloud: Yeah, why—

*Zack shatters the cup*

Cloud: !

Zack: You can't re-use the same cup you drank chocolate milk from. It's common sense.

Cloud: IN WHAT WORLD?

[lavender-butterfly-cookie]

Gingerbrave starts to hear the beasts voices in his head. Gingerbrave ofc starts to get scared and stuff, but then the beasts just start to take care of him. Essentially venom from the movie series, looks scary and wants to kill but in reality they just a bro. Make the beasts like venom.

Voices in his head

Initially, when Gingerbrave started hearing voices in his head, he wasn't sure who it was. That was, until He recognized a certain annoying Jesters voice also start speaking. It took a while for him to actually realize what was going on, but when he did he was mortified. The Beasts. They were speaking to him. They were in his head (metaphorically ofc)

He doesn't know how or why they managed to do this, but it put him in a spot he never thought he'd be in. He had the voices of five evil powerful cookies in his head, and that alone freaked him out. He saw what happened to PV when he only had Shadow Milk cookies voice in his head, now he had ALL FIVE BEASTS doing the same thing to him.

However, this was different. They weren't tormenting him, or trying to influence him into doing evil things. In fact, they were helping him. Obviously he wasn't quick to believe it and he was justifiably skeptical about why they chose him of all cookies to take care of. But gradually he learned to get used to them.

Shadow Milk cookie played the role of protecting him mentally. If he could see or feel that a cookie threatened to harm Gingerbrave's mental wellbeing or if someone was using him, it was a big no-no. He'd bug Gingerbrave to leave that cookie until Gingerbrave sighs out of annoyance and leaves.

Mystic Flour cookie played the role of health, basically meaning she'd give him directives as to what he can or can't consume. It's not like where a mother forbids their child from sweets, more so that if she can feel that what he's about to consume will have a bad effect on him, she restricts it. Aside from that, hygiene is also on the table.

Burning Spice cookie plays the role of self defense. If ever in a situation where the only solution is a violent retaliation, Burning Spice cookie steps in to help him, telling him what to do and guiding him in the fighting process.

Eternal Sugar cookie plays the role of emotional support. She's always there if he needs someone. If he needs to cry, cry. If he feels exhausted, he must rest. If he's bottling up anything, he can let it out to her. If he feels all the weight crushing him, he must rest. Nothing wrong with giving yourself a break, she'll say.

Silent Salt cookie's role isn't quite clear, because he helps with everything else. When avoiding the wrong cookies, he'll steer him to the ones he need. Taking care of his health, he'll provide the best options. When defending himself, he'll teach him how to protect and attack at the same time. When dealing with the troubles of the world, he'll be the one to pick up and carry that weight of his shoulders. His silence speaks volumes if you listen carefully.

[cookieshipshowdown]

BOY OH BOY SPECIFICALLY SHADOWVANILLA AND SUGARBERRY. HEH. Arguably the most "understandable" of the entire spread of Beast x Ancient ships.

SDVN is special to me because it's what got me back into CRK. I quit after the GC update (our glorious queen) and rejoined during the tail end of the APV update. I found out about it via June ActuallyRea's Aishite animatic. And tried to hold off but. That didn't work out well for me *glances at my login streak*

ANyways. Them as characters. I need smilk to figure himself out before he even steps near PV for a relationship. He is so far into the deceit rabbithole that he has lost his sense of self; he doesn't know what he wants, and he's longing for someone that will never exist, currently. He wishes he could have Truthless Recluse, because then. It's someone who understands him! TR would be able to help him figure out what he wants! He wouldn't be lonely anymore! Smilk is just like me frfr because this is how I was ~3 years ago now. No sense of identity, only people-pleasing and lies left behind.

On the other end, we have PV; good guy extraordinaire. Not so much "I could fix him" as "I will fix him, as soon as he's willing" and helping smilk recover from his lack of identity. He's ALSO a people-pleaser, which is partially why I think TR was a natural progression of his character. The difference between him and smilk is PV had people to help him out of that cycle and smilk didn't.

Them together? Man. They really do understand each other like no one else and that's true for ALL the Beast x Ancient ships. The Ancients know what it's like to desperately cling to something and knowing that nothing lasts forever but holding on despite that (BurningCheese), they know that the world is harsh and it's easier to give in and let yourself stop caring (MysticCacao), they know that avoidance is a solution and can bring happiness as long as you keep running from everything (SugarBerry), and Pure Vanilla knows that the truth is a hard and bitter thing and that lies are what people want to hear sometimes. He knows what Shadow Milk went through -- maybe not the full magnitude, but enough of it to empathize.

PV should coax smilk into redemption like getting a stray cat to let you pet it. It takes time, and patience, and trust. They have nothing but time, and PV is way too patient for it to be healthy (smilk's words, not mine) so the only thing lacking is trust. HUUUUUUUGE sticking point for smilk actually. It's CRUCIAL that they don't have that trust. It's so important to me specifically. That grudging admiration that smilk had when PV pulled the deceit card on him. Who's to say that he isn't lying again? There is literally no way to know -- he didn't know PV was lying the first time, how would he be able to tell this time? EVEN IF Pure Vanilla was being truthful (which smilk doubts), why would any of PV's friends be okay with that? He's a Beast, he's a terrible cookie, they hate Dark Enchantress, who, like. MADE his body. EVERY EXCUSE under the sun for why he can't accept the offer to be friends. He can't let himself have what he wants, because if he does. He'll have to be honest with himself, which is a level of vulnerability he CANNOT have at this point in time. So they just stick with more time, more patience. Because there's no trust on smilk's side. (Yet.)

ONWARDS TO SUGARBERRY!!!! HI HELLO WHO WANTS MY PREDICTIONS FOR THEM.

Hollyberry my avoidance QUEEN. If you keep running, you'll be alright! Just keep facing everything with passion! Pizzazz! That fire in your heart! And maybe, just maybe, you can forget your guilt, all the people you've failed, everything you've done wrong over your years as a ruler. She is not doing alright, guys. Arc prediction follows something along the lives of allowing herself to rest, like Eternal Sugar is trying to convince her to do. She can allow herself to process things, instead of pretending that everything will be fine as long as she moves forward. LET! HER! REST!!!

Eternal Sugar. Guys. Soul jam of Happiness. She tries so hard to help cookies keep their happiness, but something always happens. Because life is messy! Life has problems, and happiness is fleeting! That's why it's such a good emotion; it's rare! For her, that is her reason to be alive. To keep cookies happy. If she can't do that, she's a failure (narrative parallels. narrative foils. hi. im normal.) as a virtue. (The song 'Bruno is Orange' is SOOOOO ES to me for this reason.) So she devises the Eternal Sugar Paradise. Why be out there in the world where bad things happen when you can live forever in a paradise that caters to your every need? No more sadness, anger, or pain, just happiness.

It's such a common theme with the Beasts' corruptions that I don't see talked about enough -- knowledge, change, volition, happiness, and even solidarity -- they are good things! Great things! But they're easy to have too much of. I love the Beasts' corruption following a natural state of mind progression. The "too much" of a good thing. The monotony of living forever, your sole purpose being to exist for other cookies. You have to understand how much it means to me.

^^THIS is what Sugar is doing. THIS is the Eternal Sugar Paradise. It's too much happiness. There is ZERO balance. Hollyberry's awakening is going to be finding that balance, and Sugar's redemption would be learning to accept that you can't be happy all of the time.

Them together? Preening. MANDATORY preening fic with the winged girlies (Sugar, HOPEFULLY Holly, and GC). I might write it if I end up with some free time after the polls. Holly mending her relationship with her son, spending time with her family, and letting others take charge. Delegation so she can focus on Sugar. Eternal Sugar will spend time in the gardens, because it reminds her of the paradise. Simpler times. But now loving means letting go, and happiness is found in small moments instead of all the time. It's... adjustment. Eventually she and Pavlova form a healthy relationship, after communication and Therapy. She and Holly don't immediately start dating. They're friends for a long time before they touch the relationship, but when they do. They're so sweet to each other. Picnics. Sleeping in the same bed because their wings are fluffy and they like forming a cocoon with them.

I'm normal about Beast x Ancient ships guys. The Silent Salt update is going to make me explode because LILYYYY MY LILY MY SHAYLA

Also if you wanted toxic yaoi and yuri. Sorry. My psych major ass instead yapped about characterization and mental processes and redemption arcs. Me when I get too silly.

[cryptotheism]

These stages can additionally be broken down into several steps. The number of these steps will vary from alchemist to alchemist, but the most common form of the process involves ten steps. They are: 

Calcination. Meaning oxidation by heating. Whenever you see an alchemist describe somemthing as a “Calcinate” that means its oxided. Rusty iron is “Iron Calcinate” old green copper is “Copper Calcinate”

Solution. Meaning ”dissolution in “sharp” (or mercurial) liquids.” This means breaking a substance down by bathing it in acids. 

Putrefaction. Decomposition. Now that you’ve broken your substance down with acids, you gotta boil it in warm compost to induce fermentation. This part turns a nasty black color, and is often described by alchemists as the “Black Raven” which is soon ressurected as the “White Dove.” Thus marking the end of Nigredo, and the beginning of Albedo. 

Reduction, The recovery of the fugitive “spirits” (Spirit in this context means a volatile substance) during the calcination process by means of a fluid (“philosophical milk”), whereupon a yellow coloration (citrinitas) appears. Basically, you’re adding back what you boiled off earlier. You know you’re doing it right when it turns yellow.

Sublimation. Adding the volatile, “spiritual” matter back to the vessel causes a violent reaction, and a red coloration. Alchemists often describe this as the raging of the “red dragon.” This is where Rubedo occurs. 

Coagulation or Fixation. The reaction dies down, and the substance begins to solidify. This is the coagula part of solve et coagula. Congratulations, you have yourself some stable Prima Materia. 

Fermentation. This is a rare step. Some alchemists like to add a little bit of gold at this stage to act as a sort of “Yeast of Gold” to speed up the process. 

Lapis philosophorum. The Philosopher’s Stone! Now your prima materia can grow into ultima materia, (supreme matter). This bit is usually described as a heavy, dark red, mildly shiny, powder or stone. When you heat it up, it turns kinda waxy, but solidifies again when it cools. (What the alchemist has probably done at this point is produce mercury(II) sulfide, better known as Cinnabar.)

Multiplication. Now that you have your philosophers stone, you can shave off bits of residue, and use that to make more. Like a mushroom. 

Projection. So you’ve got your Philosophers Stone, time to make some gold. All you gotta do is get some Philosophers Stone dust, and mix it into your base metal. If you’ve done your alchemy right, it should make the base metal change color until it looks like gold. In later, medical applications of alchemy, this is the point where you apply your panacea. 

I do my best to explain the Magnum Opus, today on Patreon

[maikissed]

and the day after that, and day after that part 2

jude bellingham x reader there's a bit of sexy times, so.. Jude likes them older so I here’s a part 2, what can I say...

Your stance awkward and stiff as you observed your surroundings, your gaze stopping a few times to glance in Jude’s direction. He didn’t seem much concerned or reserved regarding last night events and it filled you with such ire, that his confessions turned to be your burden to solve. Giving the impression as he’s been freed after voicing his decision, if u could call it that, waiting for you to make yours. As if there was any decision to make. You never wanted to make one. Your heart turned heavier at the thought of it alone, because every solution you considered in the morning seemed difficult. It was foolish. Would you break his heart? Could you? Something was telling you that he was not going to let you, and that was what frustrated you the most.

This whole day you’ve been very attentive and observant, and the revelations of many conclusions that hit you afterwards were astounding. He’s been benevolent, and caring, starting with the mug of warm lemon water waiting at you at the breakfast table. It’s been the fifth time that he prepared you your morning drink exactly the way you made it, but it’s been the first time you noticed that he remembered perfectly. He just shrugged it off. Simple gesture, with such new meaning suddenly. And then, twenty minutes later when Mia asked you if you’re willing to join her for swim, he nonchalantly stated the most obvious thing: “It’s only nine Mia, she’s not stepping one foot in the morning sun cause it’s too harsh”. He’s known you your whole life, of course he was aware of your habits and tendencies, but it struck you like a bullet after you realised not many people around you were so considerate. He’s always been close, always your favourite person to be around. He paid attention to every little thing there could be, that you preferred cauliflower over broccoli, the opinion that milk is for calves and not humans and it’s absolutely useless for our system, therefore you never drink it, so he always went on a hunt for a proper substitute for you. Even your brother frowned after you rejected the lactose free one in your coffee. Next, he remembered that you hate musicals, too big pillows to sleep on and creased, not ironed clothes. All of it, messing with your head the whole day, you were fuming. You swore something in your brain started to malfunction.

And it felt like bricks falling over your head when you caught yourself analysing his current encounter with a long-legged blond near the bar. What was it today? A nutter day? You took a big gulp of your sour drink.

“What is it with you today?” Mia slumped next to you on the settee “You’ve been having your little stuffy face on the whole day. Or is it the daiquiri?” she clicked her long nail on your glass.

“Don’t know, think I ate something bad” you murmured.

“You’ve barely eaten today” she snorted.

You sent her a sharp look.

“Maybe that’s it”

The eye roll she made at your answer did not slip your attention. Giving her a proper look you could tell your friend had already had one too many, as her accent turned heavier and her hair a little messier. She was a yapper when she was drunk, that’s for sure. She will not make this evening easy for you. And you’ve already been on pins and needles.

“You need a shag” she pointed out making you roll your eyes this time.

Well, we have an expert.

“I’ve had plenty just few days ago”

“From what I’ve heard, from you of course may I add, Alex’s not really living up to the expectations” she giggled quite proud of her valuable notice.

“He’s alright!” you fought back.

“Look around you! Maybe it’s time to taste something new”

Before you could really process what Mia’s intentions were, she suddenly stood up and your eyes widened, observing her wobbly stance, expecting the unexpected.

“Attention everybody!” she shouted and you froze, your eyes glued to her bright face “My gorgeous friend here needs a proper shag!” she accented the last word.

“Mia!” you gasped trying to grasp her arm to make her sit down because clearly, that was not very wise of her. Outrageous!  

Many faces gathered on the terrace obviously turned your way to find the source of this blatant declaration. Your face probably beet root at the moment. What a night.

“She’s quite a treat, as you can see” she twirled to take a look down at you “Any possible suitors please report to me first!”

You could hear someone laugh in the distance and you flinched knowing for sure, that every hotel guest will definitely gawk at you for the rest of your stay.

You gaped at your petite friend with open mouth. Words blocked in your throat.

“Now, we wait and see” she sang sitting down and kissing your cheek in the process.

“There’s a special place for you in this world” you hissed “You should start rubbing dirt on yourself”

“Oh, death threats?!” she just laughed it off.

There was a movement on your side and you prepared yourself for the worst, turning your eyes up to spot Jude with an amused expression painted on his face. Oh, he loved that.

“Dance with me?” that was all that left his lips and you frowned, gazing at his palm extended to you.

“And we have the first candidate!” Mia chirped.

“Now I have to keep an eye on her, thanks to your little announcement, Mia”

You saw her sending him a small wink.

“I accept your application, Bellingham”

And as you had enough of this not very enjoyable to you situation, you stood up abruptly, taking the boy’s hand, letting him lead you near the dancing couples. The song was too slow for your liking. You lost the sense of your own body as he placed your palm on his shoulder, the other gripped lightly in his left hand.

“You’re wearing the necklace” he observed, his voice startling you a little since you were immensely focused on his fingers displayed on your bare back.

Big, almost covering it from side to side.

His comment made you remember that you indeed wore the delicate necklace he gifted you for your 24th birthday. White gold, because he knew you adored it. You never wore it on a daily basis because you found it too precious. And that he knew as well.

“What’s the occasion?”

“Well, obviously not because I’m being presented as an escort for tonight”

He laughed at your comment and you smiled at the sound of it.

“I wore it as a totem” you started after a few moments, your hand on his shoulder twitched uncontrollably “Of my undying… love and devotion for you, Jude” you watched his features turning serious. Dark, sparkling eyes boring into yours. “All of it, strictly platonic” you specified.

A soft smirk flashing in front of your eyes when he spun you around, pressing you much closer to him as you faced him again. Warm flesh, hard lines of his body, close.

“I am patient” he murmured quietly.

And you felt the vibration from his words on your skin! You realised you kept your mouth slightly agape. What an arrogant, self-assured little bastard. Making this hundred times more difficult for you than you expected. What will it take for you to put up this fight?

“My father once told me” he continued, taking advantage of a lack of response from you “That if you find a person that makes your heart serene, your head calm and your body light, it means you’re home. I have this and more when I’m with you, all I’m asking for is one chance”.

You remembered the boy, always around, not as loud as your brother, gentle, considerate, the boy who used to fix your bike when your brakes started to screech or share his last sour bubble gum with you because it was your favourite. The boy who held out his hand for you when you were jumping over the fences in your neighbourhood, the first boy who called you beautiful when you wore your awkward little baby blue dress at the end of the sixth school year. He resembled him so much now, in this moment. With his eyes big and shiny, honest, sincere.

You didn’t know but minutes has passed as you reminisced, taking in the sight of his face, changed over all those years, yet eyes still the same, always. You were still rocking gently into the music but all you could hear now was slow breaths of his and yours, felt the beating of your hearts inside your ribs that were touching. The rhythm was steady, synchronised. Serene. You stopped.

Taking a step back you still held his hand with yours and there was a glimpse of something close to dismay appearing all so sudden on his expression. For the first time. There it was, you could end it now. Finally the doubt showed it’s way to the surface and it was enough. With a heart on his sleeve he confessed. And you had the tool to became the executioner. But you didn’t let go of his hand and said nothing nonetheless, just took another step back wanting him to follow. Blood pumping in your veins as you wondered what exactly were you going to do? Maybe say? But you knew what you wanted to do, you just considered if you should. Not wanting to wait too long, you didn’t head to the stairs leading to your rooms as you planned at first, instead taking a turn to the small café near the lobby, empty now at this hour, with lights low.

You faced him again, slowly placing one of your hands on his neck, the other reaching for his cheek, your thumb grazing the skin there. He pulled you closer to him, his arm fully wrapped around your middle. You sighted. After counting three steady breaths you leaned in, realising you had to stand on your toes just a little to reach him right but he lowered his head to make you both comfortable. The soft touch didn’t turn into the kiss instantly, you gently swayed making the impression of leaning back again but you quickly realised you turned a bit dizzy. It was pleasant. So when you brought your lips back to his, you finally kissed him properly and he put the perfect pressure to it in response. Nothing about it was weird, as you considered for a second before making a move. A first kiss, yet felt very natural. Like it was promised. Like it simply waited for it’s right moment. Moving your hands further up, locking them behind his head you deepened the kiss, intensifying the movement of your lips against each other and there was a moment of your lips parting just a bit more, that he took advantage of, his tongue meeting yours in a stunning flick, making you let out a timid moan. Unwise. He pushed you back gently, your bum meeting with the edge of one of the tables around. You leaned back when he sped up, the kiss heating up and your heart skipped a bit. He took notice of a gentle push of your palm on his chest, breaking the contact.

“Don’t think too much, just feel me” he whispered against your lips.

He said it to simply comfort you but it sounded so sexy you could feel tingles spreading over every inch of your skin. You refused to open your eyes at first, but when you did (a mistake) you almost choked with your own breath at the sight of him. Towering over you, close, his palm on your cheek, the other hand gripping your hip. Oh, you’ve been so foolish.

And you kissed him again, the contact more firm, closeness more certain, you could feel your breath speeding up. You were practically sitting on the surface of the table right now. Another moan leaving your throat as you could feel him sliding in between your legs, your dress hiking up a little and you were inviting him, lewdly parting your thighs.

“Jude” you breathed pulling away “We should stop there”

He looked absolutely enchanting with his pretty eyes shining in the gentle lights around you. And you didn’t move or pushed him away, so he leaned in, brushing his lips on your neck, under your ear, going lower. The warmth and wetness of his tongue on this delicate skin made you loose your composure once again and you grasped his nape closing your eyes. It was way more than just a simple contact of two excited people. You felt drugged, ecstatic, freed.

“Stop” you whispered, not very convincingly but he stopped still.

You kind of regretted it.

“I might die if you stop me right there” he rasped.

“Bit dramatic” you smiled even though you felt like agreeing.

“I’m serious” he pecked your lips to kiss you again but you turned your head away.

“Let’s go upstairs”

“To have sex?” he whispered the question into your ear, spreading goose bumps all over your neck.

You laughed.

“To talk”

[suzukiblu]

Thank-you sentences for @qwertynerd97; the wet nurse omegaverse. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Best intercept her before Jon hears her coming, then,” Bruce says briskly, already heading towards his office door. “Get her up to date on the situation and prepare her for what to expect from the kid.” 

He doesn’t in any way think that Lois would take either Carl’s presence or his total lack of pack manners badly, obviously. Lois isn’t all that manners-oriented herself and in fact typically appreciates people who don’t waste time on them outside of direct necessity. He does, however, want Clark to have a moment with his alpha before Jon goes to her smelling like another omega–and specifically like another omega’s milk. 

That’s definitely for the best, under the circumstances. 

Lois would never look at another omega and Jon would never want another mother. Of course neither of them would do that–certainly not over a situation like this one, of all damn things. Certainly not over a stray stranger half Lois’s age in a socially precarious position and likely in need of legal assistance, at a minimum. But Clark’s stressed and tired and has been worrying about a literal toddler starving to death while watching said starvation happen right in front of his eyes, so Bruce is just going to be arranging things to be a little gentler on the other’s instincts wherever possible. 

It’s just very, very much for the best, that’s all. 

“There’s not that much to expect, Bruce,” Clark says with a sigh, because no doubt he feels patronized by that treatment. 

He still follows him out of the office and to the foyer, though. 

Bruce lets them both out the front door, figuring talking on the stoop will be less likely to reach Jon’s ears. It’s a mental thing–Clark does it too. Just instinctively doesn’t listen outside of certain ranges or through certain barriers unless something catches his attention. Makes it easier to pass for human and focus on what’s immediately present, but also seems to be just a sort of subconscious sense of manners. 

Meaning yes, they’re just reflexively being polite. 

Bruce has always just assumed that the entire planet has Ma and Pa Kent to thank for that particular reflex, considering, and left it at that. 

They stand on the steps, waiting, and Clark keeps his eyes focused towards what Bruce can only assume is Lois’s approaching car. The two-hour commute from the Daily Planet isn’t ideal to be making, well–daily, but there’s only so much “work-from-home” Clark Kent and Lois Lane can do, especially when they’re not actually home and might have to explain being in a different home office than usual if a meeting came up. 

And again, they don’t want any kryptonite anywhere near this situation right now, especially not with Lor already weakened by hunger and starvation. Staying in Metropolis wasn’t an option, even if avoiding anyone noticing the Lane-Kents staying at Wayne Manor is going to be an issue. But Bruce has some cover stories mocked up just in case, and they’d all rather risk their identities than risk a child’s life. 

So–the commute for Lois, since Superman regularly flying her into work wouldn’t be any subtler, and parental leave for Clark for at least a couple of months. They’ll need something better set up for the long-term, especially now that they’ve found Carl and still not succeeded at the formula synthesization and will therefore almost definitely be staying in Gotham for the forseeable future, but . . . 

It’s a process. Bruce will figure it out. Clark and Lois need to focus on their new pup, so he’ll do the planning, and then he’ll bring it to them. They’re pack too, after all. 

And either way, someone has to do it. 

Clark doesn’t say anything as they wait. Bruce resists the urge to poke at the problem. A much more effective solution is on the way.