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Give ‘em a show

Based on this request.

Pairing: High Lord!Eris x High Lady!Reader

Summary: The autumn court celebrates the equinox with a great rite of their own, what happens when the High Lord finds out Reader left the Forest House in search for him?

Warnings: Smut | minors dni | p in v | reader and Eris are both aroused by a higher power (?) | breeding kink | riding | public sex (on throne) | dirty talk | praise | cream pie | multi-orgasm

A/N: Sorry this took me forever, but I’m really happy with how it turned out so I hope you guys enjoy! 🧡🧡

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It was the most festive day of the year in autumn, the equinox. When both night and day are perfectly divided and everything feels at peace. We called it Mabon. The peak of nature's abundance.

The holiday usually entailed freshly harvested crops and feasts to satisfy an entire continent. People gathered to the crop fields and pray, whether it be for good fortune or the wealth of the earth it didn't matter. They honored the soil beneath their feet as much as any other living thing. Similar to Calanmai in the spring there are bonfires in every direction, dancing surrounding the pits.

This was also the day high Fae reinforced the wards around their homes, seeing it as a new beginning.

Some prefer to stay at home and pray to the gods of fire, knelt by the flames that warmed them, having a simple meal of bread and grain. I, however, did not. During the day I'd plant fresh herbs and seeds, placing them in the richest of soils then saying a soft prayer until they began to grow. My harvesting powers have always been my favorite, being able to merely look at a seed and turn it into a blooming flower in the blink of an eye would forever be my favorite party trick.

During the night of Mabon however, I indulged myself in the finest of whiskeys and got drunk as all hel, claiming it was a tradition and a night of commemoration.

"All done?" Eris asked as I came back into the Forest House, my knees covered in dirt from kneeling in the gardens.

"All done." I gave him a small smile and he mirrored it while taking my wide-brimmed sun hat from my head.

"As cute as you look, you need to go change." He hands me the hat and I blink up at him confused. "Or have you forgotten your duties as High Lady?" He arched a manicured brow and I rolled my eyes.

My traditions would be different this year. It was Eris' first year as High Lord, meaning he'd have to put on a show to make sure everyone knew just how powerful he was. Whatever that meant. This also means my job was no longer getting drunk off my face but rather waiting alone in our bedroom where we'd consummate in order to release the power of the High Lord and grace the land with it, allowing harvests and crops to grow until the next Mabon.

"High Lady or not, I'd like to spend my night in a pub with my friends, not some stuffy room with your advisors." I scowl and a smirk tugs at his lips as I drape my hands around his neck.

"A lady of her people." He hums and my grin widens.

"Does that mean you'll let me have my holiday?" I bat my lashes at him.

"I can't," He sighs.

"Eris," I whine. "You're high lord now, fuck me in front of the rest of them for all I care just let me enjoy myself." I plead and he gives me a sorrowful gaze.

"It'll only be a few hours, you'll survive." He placed his hands on my waist and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"But what if you find some other girl on your way to me? I don't like the idea of you roaming this court half naked for just anyone to see, Eris," I dramatically fall into his chest, he tightens his hold on me as if I'm actually going to fall.

"Trust me, all I'll want is you," He guides me back upright so I can stand on my own. "Now go get dressed." His hold on me loosens and I give him the nastiest scowl I can muster.

"Fine, but only because I love you." I excuse as I place the floppy hat atop his head, I think the pink bow brought out his eyes.

"Love you too," He smiles sloppily as I leave his hold, the sun hat remaining on his head as I move away from him, his hand coming down to pat me on the ass, as if encouraging a faster rate, making me toss a glare back at him.

In between now and the beginning of Mabon's night festivities I passed the late afternoon stuck in a meeting room, which was as boring as I thought it was going to be. I spent the entire time drawing the high lord in front of me, making sure to match the glint in his golden eyes to his crown, pure regality as he sat in front of Advisors that used to be in his father's corner.

It's been past an hour, the sun reaching the horizon had told me so, I could already smell the scent of smoke from the bonfires and I knew my time was being wasted. "My lady, are you listening?" I snap to attention, clutching my sketchbook from beneath the table and looking at the male who had snapped his fingers at me, earning a low grumble from Eris as a warning.

"Yes," I answer on instinct.

"Really?" Eris leans forward, muscular forearms resting against the wooden table.

"Mhm." I nod with slightly tinged cheeks, I could never lie to Eris, something about the mating bond, or rather just him, in general, had me somehow giving myself away.

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you Fawn?" He narrows his gaze on me and it takes everything in my power to not give in, tell him that every word since greetings has gone in one ear and out the other. All this information was useless anyway, old rules that Beron followed. Not Eris. I don't understand why my mate entertained these old males.

"You know what?" A bright grin spreads over my features as I stand, my chair pushing back against the floor as everyone looks up at me.

"All of you may take an early holiday, enjoy the night, and spend time with your families." I dismiss and they blink up at me.

"Really?" One of them babbles.

"Yeah, really?" The high lord glared at me and my grin widened.

"Really." I nod.

"With all due respect, you're not one to be giving orders around here." The eldest of them scoffed and my smile faltered, I had never expected to hear that in my own court.

"She's your high lady and you will do as she says. Now go before I change my mind." He shoos the male away. Eris may not have liked me cutting the meeting short but he wasn't going to tolerate any discourtesy against me, it may have been wrong to use it to my advantage but all I wanted to do at the moment was curl up by the fire with a freshly poured glass of wine. Second best to getting hammered at the pubs like I would've been doing this time last year.

"You heard him, go." I make hands that send them away and they all scramble off, shuffling out the door with a haste I haven't seen in a while. I smile softly as the last male disappears.

"You are a cruel female." Eris leans back into his seat at the head of the table. I grab my sketchbook and walk down the long stretch of the meeting hall until I'm right beside him.

"Cruel? Or smart?" I tilt my head as I hoist myself up onto the table in front of him.

"Show me what you were drawing that entire time." He places a ringed finger on the top of my pencil and I flip to the page of his half-shaded figure, flipping around to show the male his unfinished portrait. A satisfied grin spreads over his lips as he sees that he is the subject, but he shouldn't be surprised because he is always the subject.

"Is this whole book me?" He flicks through the pages and I pull back before he can see all the drawings of him I sketched from memory on a particularly desperate night when he was gone on a mission.

"Don't be so full of yourself, I wasn't going to draw any of those old males." I roll my eyes and he chuckles. "Plus I was listening, I could draw you with my eyes closed," I confess and he raises a brow, his lopsided smirk making me feel warm inside. "Now can you please just get this celebration over with then come back to me?" I place the sketchbook beside me and look back at him.

"And what will you do while I'm gone?" He places his hands on my hips, a soft look in his eyes.

"Lots of drinking." I shrug, taking hold of his crown and making it crooked atop his head.

"You're quite the drunk." He grumbles and I chuckle.

"I'm a tavern keeper's daughter, what more do you expect?" I grin innocently and he shakes his head in disbelief.

"Alright, come with me," He slips his hand into mine and guides me out of the meeting room.

I intertwine our fingers, occasionally bumping into him, the comparison of his steady figure, walking with only solid steps and articulated movements contrasted to my bounding, my arm brushing his with every step. It was a silent kind of intimacy, our dynamic.

"This my cell for the night?" I ask as we stop in front of our bedroom, a grand suite that seems more like an apartment.

"Don't act like I'm locking you up," He sighs, crossing his arms.

"You're right, I could easily sneak out," I taunt and he narrows his eyes on me.

"I'm not going to put guards outside these doors, however, if I learn that you've left I will find you," He says, his tone shifting from playful to menacing all in one sentence. "And depending on where you are, I might just fuck you in front of all of them," His words sink to my core, it wasn't much of a warning if it was my idea to begin with.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," I smirk up at him, mirroring his.

"I'll be back for you, soon," He promises, free hand coming to my jaw, the other still preoccupied with mine. His thumb rubbed over my jaw, pressing with a pressure that told me he didn't want to see this room empty when he returned.

"I'll be waiting," I sigh, leaning into his hand. He frowns.

"I'm sorry Fawn, but I doubt I'll be able to control myself with you so near," He shifts back to his usual self, the compassionate one.

"I understand, it's okay," I mumble, even if this was the last place I wanted to be during the holidays. He leans down and presses a yearning kiss onto my lips, the kind full of promise of what was to come later tonight.

He pulls away with a reluctance I immediately recognized. Whatever power that was going to consume him tonight was already forming, I could feel it through the bond like someone on his side of the tether was sparking embers.

"Don't leave this room." He warned one last time and all I could do was nod and then watch him leave.

I had never wanted to leave a room more in my entire life.

Eris forgot to put his shields up on his side of the bond and it was driving me fucking mad. I could feel the power of him, flowing through the very floorboards beneath my feet. His arousal was immense, or perhaps it was mine— I wasn't sure. Maybe being High Lady had its own effects, maybe it made the mated female just as willing to consummate with the High Lord. The intense heat running up and down my spine reminded me of when Eris and I had accepted the mating bond, The Frenzy that took over both of us full throttle, I had managed that because he had been so near at the time, it had only lasted a few moments before he was touching where I needed him most but this, with him so far, gods this was unbearable.

I looked out the window like an animal eagerly waiting for their owner to return, but I couldn't see anything beyond the maple trees, only the smoke of the bonfires and all that promised with it.

I leaned my forehead against the cold window, it relieved me for only a split second before the heat of my body returned.

It started less than an hour ago, bloomed right at my core, and has only grown since. It would reach my head soon and I don't know what I'd do at that point. I had already put the fire in the hearth out but it felt as if I was the furnace and embers were still popping against my bare skin that mistook me for kindling.

I had practically stripped to my socks, but even my undergarments had been too much to bear. I wore a silk slip with a lace trim that was lighter than a feather and softer than anything I had ever felt before but on my burning skin, it felt like a winter coat.

If the window was cold then outside must've been colder, autumn air sweeping over the continent and beckoning at my very window, who was I to keep it out?

I pushed the window open with a grunt in agony, the sweet feeling of the light breeze kissing against my skin practically made me crumble in relief.

I latch the window all the way open and lean my head out the sill, the sound of music and cheering in the distance suddenly became so prominent but it was hard to hear anything over the blood rushing to my ears, dizziness consuming me as I grip the ledge of the window, something buried deep inside of me yearned for him in the direction of the music, and now that my head was out the window my body seemed to think I was teasing it, what it wanted so much closer now that the line to the outside world was crossed, the feeling so intense I thought I might start coughing up blood.

I grunt, attempting to talk myself through the pain, telling myself repeatedly that I've endured worse, that I was stronger this, that Eris would be back any moment now and— and oh gods, Eris. It was a mistake to let him cross my mind because all of a sudden he consumed every thought I could conjure, my mind in his hands and he was gripping it, not willing to let go.

I decided I didn't give a fuck if Eris was mad if I left the house, the pain I was enduring was horrific and the only way to relieve it was to disobey exactly what he ordered me to do. Don't leave this room. I slipped out the window with gasps of pain, landing on the soft grass. I was just grateful to be located on the first floor, close enough to the ground to jump from without shattering the bones in my legs.

Hounds rush up towards me before I can even take my first step.

They looked as if they were about to bark, to alert their owner that I had left the house but they saw my desperation, hel, they probably smelt it.

Rivin, the eldest of the shadow hounds rushed up to me first, staring up at me with a cock of his head, clearly concerned for my well-being. "Can you take me to Eris?" I murmur, praying the dog can understand me, I bring my hand to his snout and he chuffs, licks the palm of my hand then takes off running towards the sounds of the music.

I tried to stay as close as I could to the dog, he had taken the route through trees and behind stands, which I was grateful for since it kept me out of sight, however, it made it a lot easier to lose him amongst the trees. But he always came trotting back after a minute without him in my sights.

Eventually, the dog stopped in his tracks, his front paws prancing at the floor and communicating that he had finished his job. I creased my brows and looked around my surroundings but before I could talk to the dog again he ran off with the rest of his pack, back towards the house.

I had only just realized that whatever heat that was suffocating me in the Forest House had dissipated, still lingering below the surface but no longer unbearable.

I huffed, unsure what to do in the middle of the forest with a feeding wretchedness in the pit of my stomach.

I decided on heading towards where the largest plume of smoke was coming from, I had seen the set up of Mabon hundreds of times and knew this was the way to the throne, knew Eris must be sat upon it.

I hadn't explored Mabon much during previous years, I was always a barmaid for my father's pub, it had gotten crazy business during the week of Mabon so he needed any help he could get, funnily enough, that's how I met Eris.

I shake my head at the memory, thinking about Eris was almost painful, it felt like something was being carved out of me every moment I was without him.

I seethed a string of curses as I continued my trudge through the trees, staying in the shadows and avoiding the eyes of any drunk wanderers. I doubted they'd recognize me as their high lady anyway, Eris was the only one who ever saw me outside of my gowns and robes, this lacy slip was practically lingerie compared to the heavy dresses I often wore.

Lucky for me it had blended in with the other girls perfectly, in fact, I had seemed more covered up than most. Once I had made it out into the open area I spotted Eris immediately. On the throne, as expected, his legs spread wide and I wanted nothing more than to put myself between them.

He was shirtless, forest green paint smeared onto his body in tribal patterns of lines and dots, but he was glistening in sweat, drops running down the side of his face, through the grove of his abdomen. I didn’t want to think about who had the honor of putting that paint into those very groves, I only wanted to think about being the one to wash it off.

Heat pooled in my stomach as his eyes found mine from across the way, my body went rigid as he trekked his gaze down it, then so slowly back up, taking in every bare inch as well as every clothed part of me, like he was wondering just how perfect I looked underneath.

My knees shook as he lifted his hand and with two fingers waved me over. Waves of heat wash over me at every step I take closer, the power that radiated off of him left me defenseless, and the pain I had experienced earlier subsided entirely in favor of morphing into arousal.

Once I reach the dais I curtsy with a playful smile. "I thought I asked you to stay inside?" He purred, his voice rougher than usual, making my legs tremble.

"I missed you," I shrug, attempting to keep my composure but he opened his side of the bond entirely as soon as I was done speaking and my knees buckled. So, much, power.

It surged at my fingertips, blazed down my spine, and coiled in my abdomen. I couldn't imagine how Eris felt if I was only receiving an influence of it.

"C'mere," He lifts his hips, readjusting them in his ornate throne and I almost choke on my own tongue. He was going to push me over that dangerous edge and he didn't even need to say anything to do it.

I take the steps up the dais and I realize the silence in the crowd save for the music, people were watching, and couldn't keep their eyes off of the two of us. The offering between High Lord and Lady, the melding bond between us so clear on a night like this that any outsider could see that golden tether just as well as he or I could.

"On my lap, Fawn," He glances down to his thigh and I swallow thickly. "Oh, don't tell me you've become shy all of the sudden?" He smirks at the idea. I had told him I was willing to let him fuck me in front of all these people— still was, and yet sitting on his lap was the line to the path that I wasn't sure I could come back from.

My coaxing arousal won the battle and I took my final steps toward him, closing that distance, his hand came to the back of my thigh and I nearly melted at his touch, my body quivering in reaction because gods, if I had felt like a kindling fire earlier then he was a fucking inferno.

His fingers singed with flames but I felt none of the added heat as I took my place on his lap, straddling over his thigh and wrapping my arms around the nape of his neck, pulling him so close I wish I could've melted right into him, slotted myself into each of his grooves and stayed there, impossible to clean, impossible to get rid of.

My lips came to his neck without any forethought, I didn’t have control over my own mind, it was entirely consumed by him, his intoxicating scent of cinnamon, clove, and now an undertone of something different, something just as mouth-watering as the way his hands felt on my bare skin.

I fought the thoughts that told me to rip my dress off and decided to put my hands to better use and rub them down his chest, pressing my palm into his abdomen as I continued kissing his neck. I sucked and licked and nipped without caution, I didn't care if others were watching, he had never been more powerful than he was in this moment, both over others physically and over me mentally.

The domination running through his veins was attractive, so damned powerful and yet he knew how to control it, to conceal it beneath his skin rather than flaunt it, and he shared a fraction of it with me, a simple kernel of it was enough to send me spiraling.

"What are you doing? Dance," Eris spits at his subjects and they immediately do as he says, the music picking up in a crescendo of rushed notes to meet his demand.

I smiled against his shoulder at how much authority he held, my hips involuntarily winding over his thigh and I let out a soft, pleasurable sound. He grunts in return.

"If you keep making those sounds we're not going to make it back to our bedroom," He warns lowly beside my ear and I rut my hips again at the perfect sound.

"I don't know what's wrong— fuck," I'm cut off by my soft moan, his muscled thigh providing just the right amount of friction against my clit. "I don't know what's wrong with me, but I need you to fuck me now," I plead and I sense a sudden change in his demeanor.

"Now?" He hums and I can hear the smirk in his voice. Damned bastard. "In front of all these people?" He intones and I nod helplessly.

"However you want me, wherever, just— gods do it now," I beg, continuing to wind my hips over his thigh.

His foxlike smirk doesn't falter as his hands grip my hips, halting my needy movements only to guide me down onto his thigh himself, my core aching as he does so. I cry out at the feeling, it shouldn't have felt this good, it's never been this intense, even when our mating bond clicked I hadn't been so consumed by his fire that was so dangerously out of control and feeding into my own.

"I need you inside of me," I murmur, coming to the conclusion that this torment will not subside until he finds release inside of me, the mother herself was impelling us to consummate, to breed, and I was more than willing to oblige for her.

"Eris," I grip at his shoulder, paint smearing onto my hands, soiling my nightgown. But I didn't care, any piece of him spreading onto me felt like it was a gift from the gods, and I needed more. "Please, fill me," I beg into the warmth of his neck.

"You want me to come inside you? Want these people to watch while I give you an heir?" He taunts, his words ghosting against the shell of my ear. I reply with a pitiful whimper, unsure what to retort with because he was right. I didn't care who was watching, as long as they knew I was his and he was mine.

"Yes," I pant, my hand coming to the back of his neck. "That's exactly what I want," I plead, the rutting of my hips not slowing for a moment. "Show them I'm yours,"

My words seemed to push him over that fine line and he had obeyed. His rough hands grip my waist, pulling me over his hips so I was no longer straddling his thigh but rather angled just above his cock that was strained in his pants, the confinement so tight it almost seemed painful.

“Yeah?” He hummed and I nodded helplessly. “You want everyone to hear just how pretty your moans are when you’re sitting on my cock?” He asked and I whimpered, feeling powerless under his stare. Whatever heat that had been affecting me tonight had doubled over with his arousing words.

“I can’t be gentle with you right now,” He gritted through clenched teeth, the tip of his nose drawing a line up the side of my throat. “Can’t, control myself right now,” He murmured in warning and I smiled at the idea of having an effect on him as much as he did on me.

“I don’t want control,” I sigh against the side of his neck. “I need you now controlled or not, so please, Eris fuck me,” I begged and with one last kiss to my neck he obliged.

With an expert hand, he tore my underwear right from my hips, pulling the lace off like it was nothing. My heat was now left bare but it didn’t stop me from grinding down onto his bulge. I was staining his pants with my slick, dripping down onto him and he groaned as my wetness seeped through the material.

“Fuck, you’re drenched,” He admired and I nodded with purely innocent eyes, the kind that silently pleaded for him to fill me until he was satiated.

All I felt was hunger, and I could tell by the way flames alighted in his gaze that he felt it too.

Quickly, he removed his leathers and his cock springs up, smacking against my soaked folds, my pussy leaking over his length. The heat between us must’ve been record-breaking, I felt like a candle burning all too fast, making a mess of wax that he was too slow to clean.

The moment I felt his tip prod at my entrance my nails dug into his shoulder. I still didn’t know what it was that was wrong with me, I had never experienced an ache quite like this, the kind that only he could patch over.

“Please,” I cry, my cunt weeping as I crave for him to sink his length into me. “Show them how good you fuck me,” I mewl and perhaps it was the taboo factor of it all, how thrilling it was to have an audience while I rode him, but that had been his breaking point before he gripped the tops of my thighs and pushed me down onto his length.

My breath catches in my throat as I stretch around him, around every inch of him. He was so very large, and on any other night he’d need to fuck me with his fingers first, make sure I was ready for his member without the pain, but tonight we are both so needy that any foreplay was thrown out the window the moment I left our bedroom.

The pain was disguised as pleasure as he helped guide me lower onto him, it hadn’t been unbearable since I was slick with a natural lubricant, my arousal dripping down my thighs and onto his, as I took him deeper and deeper.

I swore he met places he’s never touched before, and fuck was it more than anything I had ever wanted.

This feeling was the god ecstasy prayed to, and I was blessed by it.

“That’s it, just like that, fuck yourself on my cock Fawn,” He encourages and I gasp out my moan, finally reaching his base, pressing against it with mine.

“Your court is watching, give ‘em a show for me,” He purrs, and so I do exactly that.

I begin to lift on his length, my knees buckling at the action but I ignore the pain and favor it for the pleasure as I drop down onto him, wielding gravity as my weapon. He lets out a low grunt and I do it again, continuing the action over and over again, bouncing on his cock just like he asked.

“Fuck, so good for me,” He praised, his eyes blazing with an untamable fire. “Such a good girl,” He sighs, his head craning back, leaning into his golden throne as his hands slip beneath my nightgown.

He didn’t take the dress off, because there were simply just some things he refused to let anyone else see, and though I was getting off on having an audience he wasn’t going to let everyone else get off on it too. He grips my hips tightly from beneath the slip, his callouses scraping against my soft skin, burning it with an unyielding pain, the kind that brings pleasure with it.

His cock seemed just as hot as I continued to fuck myself on it, the vein on the underside pulsing so feverishly I could feel it. The head of him pressed right into that sweet spot and it was a miracle I hadn’t come yet, gods he was going to send me over that edge any second now.

My lips connect with his, and he responds to the familiar feeling on instinct, his tongue slipping beneath my lips and tasting every fraction of me he can get his mouth on.

I moan onto his tongue every time he presses that deep spot inside of me, my noises only adding to the sound of skin slapping and the lewd sound of my pussy taking every inch of him. Our own music drowned out the symphony playing for the others.

“Eris, I can’t,” I pant against his lips. “I’m gonna come,” I warn and he smirks.

“So soon?” He taunts and I nod pitifully, continuing to rut my hips over his.

“Please, it hurts,” I whine, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. And it did hurt, it hurt to not be granted that release I craved so desperately.

“Go ahead, make a mess all over my lap,” He allows and I would’ve wept at the words if my orgasm hadn’t consumed me first.

It felt like pure fire, setting me aflame and impossible to control. It was the kind of climax that lingered for hours on end, the kind that left my legs jolting and my eyes struggling to open. I let out a loud moan, so loud that if the dancing fae hadn’t known what had been happening, they did now. “You did so well baby,” He hums as I slowly come down from my high but I don’t have the strength to lift off his cock, and I definitely didn’t have the willpower to continue my movements. My thighs were burning and I hadn’t noticed until my climax settled.

“You done?” He coos and I nod, but the tone of his voice tells me it is him who is nowhere near finished with me, his member still hard inside of me evidence of that.

He didn’t warn me before he winnowed us back to the Forest House, the same position except he was no longer sitting on the throne but rather our bed.

I whine, falling limp against his shoulder. “I can’t take anymore, Eris,” I sigh and he shakes his head.

“Oh, no baby you said you wanted an heir and I’m going to give one to you.” He flipped us over so I was splayed out on my back, sinking into the mattress with my legs hooked around him.

“Eris I’m not on a tonic— fuck,” I try but he felt so much deeper in this position.

“Does it feel like I care?” He sighs into my hair and I shake my head no. “That’s right, now be a good girl and stay true to your word,” He demanded and I swallowed thickly, nodding while he lifted one of my legs up to hook on his shoulder, spreading my legs wide as I clamped down onto him.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to fill this pretty pussy, squeezing me so tight,” He grunted and I lost all cohesive thoughts, strings of moans escaped me as he rolled his hips down onto mine, his full balls slapping against my folds as his pace quickened.

“More,” I plead.

“Yeah? You want me to fill you don’t you?” He says and I was quick to show my agreement by squeezing around him tighter. “You just can’t wait to have my babes, isn’t that right?” He grunted into the shell of my ear and I nodded with a hum of restless accord. “Your tits are gonna be so fucking swollen,” He sighs and I clench around him at his dirty words. “You like that?” He kisses up my neck.

“Mhm, want your seed in me, Eris,” I whine and he twitches, a sign he’s nearing his climax.

I was hungry for his warm release, ached for it to fill my every crevice, let it seep into my womb.

I met his thrusts with my own sudden desire, sending my hips down onto him while he drove his cock right into that spongy bundle of nerves.

“I’m close,” He grunts.

“Me too,” I whimper, my legs locking up as my orgasm races to meet me.

My hands go into his hair and I pull at his short locks as my second climax finds me and I’m squeezing around him tighter than ever before. My walls flutter around him, and my pussy twitched as he continues his fast pace. He groans at the intense convulsions around him and suddenly his release is spurring out into me, kissing my cervix as he does so, his seed shooting out on a straight path to my womb.

“Fuck,” He sighed while guiding my leg down from his shoulder, and with a few more languid, slow strokes of his cock he finishes, slipping from my heat and falling down onto the bed beside me, both of us out of breath and settling over the action we had just committed to.

I clench my thighs shut, keeping his warm seed nestled inside of me. “Good?” I ask and he flips onto his side, arm slinging over my sweat-slicked body, pulling me into him.

“So good.” He presses kisses to the top of my head and I flip around to face him, my eyes heavy with exhaustion.

“I think I like this High Lord stuff,” I say, my hand coming to his cheek and he chuckles, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.

“I think so too,” He whispered against my mouth, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up,” He sat up, pulling me with him and I groaned. “You can sleep after, I promise, Fawn,” He said with a gentle tone that rivaled his earlier rough grunts.

“Eris please, just lay with me for a few more minutes,” I huff stubbornly and he shakes his head, hauling me from the bed and taking me to the connected bathroom.

“I’ll lay by you all night after I clean you up. Sound like a deal?” He says, settling me down onto the cold counter that sent shivers up my spine and I lazily nodded, looking up at him. He grins and leans closer, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“I love you,” He whispers and I match his smile.

“Love you too, Eris.” I look up at him with only honesty in my gaze. “Now hurry up, I’m tired,” I grumbled and he chuckled.

“Alright, alright.” He shakes his head in disbelief, wetting a cloth with warm water before beginning to clean me up, treating me with utter tenderness after he gave me the two best orgasms of my life. This male was going to be the death of me, and I was going to love every moment of it until that day.

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40 sentences that will teach you more about nutrition than a $400,000 medical degree

From Brett Boettcher @brettboettcher1

40 sentences that will teach you more about nutrition than a $400,000 medical degree.

1) Meat, eggs and animal organs are the most nutrient dense foods on the planet.

2) Bone broth is loaded in collagen and helps repair the gut so you can heal from the inside out.

3) Saturated fat doesn’t cause heart disease, insulin resistance does.

4) Your ratio of triglycerides to HDL is a great indicator of mortality risk; the lower the better. ·

5) Protein is the most metabolically active macronutrient and it isn’t bad for your kidneys.

6) There isn’t quality evidence to show that dietary cholesterol impacts the cholesterol in your blood. ·

7) There is even less evidence to support that total cholesterol is bad for your health since it is inversely correlated to mortality risk. · 4h 8) Walking before and after meals is a great way to improve digestion and reduce blood sugar spikes.

9) Fiber is the last thing you need if you have IBS or diverticulitis.

10) Dairy is great for your health and its saturated fat intake is inversely correlated to heart disease.

11) Most nutritional recommendations were introduced based on profit margins, not health outcomes.

12) Calories in and calories out is all that matter, but some calories make you hungrier (sugar/grains). Other calories (protein) help you burn more calories.

13) Multi grain just means they took 2+ different terrible sources of grain and put them together into one product.

14) Cereal and bread for breakfast will spike your blood sugar and have you starving before lunch. Try Greek yogurt or eggs instead. ·

15) “Intuitive eating” and “listen to your body” makes no sense considering 88% of people are metabolically unhealthy and addicted to food. No one would say “intuitive crack use.”

16) Eating is a stress on your body; The less often you can eat, the healthier you’ll be.

17) Plan your meals around the protein source (with its natural fat) and add a small side of carbs if needed.

18) Eating for satiety is more important than relying constantly on willpower. Find filling foods and avoid foods with addictive properties (ultra-processed).

19) You don’t have to know how to cook. Grill a meat, sauté a green vegetable, bake a potato. Mix and match a million ways.

20) Eating many of the same foods every week isn’t perfectly optimal but it’s likely your best path to consistency and therefore success. ·

21) Becoming more insulin sensitive should be the focus of any health-related nutrition plan.

22) Salad dressings are one of the worst things you can eat for your health. High in calories and inflammatory industrial oils.

23) Eating 5x per day won’t boost your metabolism. If you are trying to gain weight, it’s an excellent strategy.

24) Bacon can be healthy, just avoid the processing with nitrates.

25) Cottage cheese and Greek yogurt are two of the best sources of protein per calorie.

26) Carbs are beneficial around a workout. But many sources of carbs are processed and easily overeaten. Focus on single ingredient foods.

27) You can’t be healthy at any size no matter what your mother or liberal arts professor said.

28) Eat a high protein meal before attending social events that are filled with junk food.

29) If eating out, order the food with the highest protein content.

30) The #1 reason people fail is that they don’t prepare. Meal prep, meal plan, have ready to eat protein sources. · 31) The food you eat directly impacts your mental health and processed foods are correlated with depression and mental illness.

32) Processed foods have been engineered to be as addicting as possible. Your taste buds can be retrained with natural sources.

33) “Plant-based” foods are made in laboratories and are an easy way to sell overpriced junk to consumers at high margin.

34) Eating 1 gram of protein per lb of ideal body weight daily will do more for your body composition than spending 30 minutes on the treadmill.

35) When in doubt, if it comes from the center aisles of the grocery store or has more than 3 ingredients, it’s not good for you.

36) Many foods labeled as “keto” “paleo” or “high protein” are far from meeting the intended definition.

37) Your gut is responsible for 70% of your immune system; feeding it sugar and other inflammatory foods is making you sick now and later.

38) Genetics play a role but over 90% of the country has a resting metabolism within 500 calories daily. Being fit is possible for everyone.

39) Flipping the food pyramid upside down is closer to healthy eating than the traditional suggestions.

40) Eliminating drinking your calories is the first change to make when trying to improve your health.

[nowimjustastranger]

omg, I need more baby Stan (Tommy) and Dad Ford! I didn't think I needed that AU till I got here! your works are so fun to read! :D

I'm right there with you, lol.

Ford absentmindedly ducked his head to kiss Tommy’s soft hair as he walked down the aisle, wary eyes scanning the limited selection of bread with a sense of resignation. He hated grocery shopping with a passion, but there wasn’t a delivery service available here in the small town of Gravity Falls. And the arduous task was made all more complicated due to the arrival of his new charge, who he couldn’t leave unsupervised lest he meet the same fate as–

So here Ford was. Grocery shopping.

He grabbed a loaf at random, carelessly tossing it into the cart only to immediately second-guess himself and shamefully snatch it up again to squint at the nutrition label. While this grocery haul was strictly to restock Ford’s abysmally barren kitchen –Tommy’s needs were already met courtesy of that asshole in a helmet– he suddenly had a burning need to set a good example.

His relationship with food had always been tenuous at best. He had been a picky eater as a kid, but college had conditioned that out of him. It was all just fuel, really. Ford didn’t care about the taste or texture so long as it was high in calories and could keep him full for a few hours so he could focus on homework or research. In all honesty, the only reason Ford remembered to eat half the time as a child was because of St–

Ford put the bread back and searched for a healthier alternative, finding a whole wheat loaf that would do nicely. It wasn’t littered with nuts like the multi-grain bread, so it wouldn’t be offensive to Tommy’s palette when he grew old enough to eat it, but it still had plenty to offer when it came to nutrition. Ford triumphantly put it into the cart and moved to the next item on his hastily scrawled list, which was canned goods.

Ford frowned at the sheer amount of non-perishable items that were written down, ranging from vegetables to meat. He had just vowed to himself that he would set the standard when it came to healthy eating, so he could no longer live off of food chock-full of preservatives when there was fresh produce sold in town by a local farmer and also a local butcher.

“It’ll be pricey, but it’s what's best for Tommy. He needs a proper diet to grow up healthy.” Ford muttered, taking his pen out of the front pocket of his trench coat to scribble out the canned goods and replace it with fresh produce and meat. He should probably invest in a cookbook or two as well since his cooking skills weren’t quite up to par outside of warming a can of whatever up on the stove, his brother had always been more proficient in that respect.

Tommy gurgled as his chubby limbs flailed, Ford’s mouth quirking as he indulged Tommy’s desire to gnaw on Ford’s fingers. Tommy was pressed flush against Ford’s chest, the front-facing baby carrier leaving Ford’s hands free. The harness was a deep red with black accents, which suited Tommy perfectly. Red, the color of blood. The color of life. Ford thought it was very fitting for the infant who became his light in the darkness that was his grief and anger.

Ford couldn’t help but wordlessly coo at Tommy, delighted when his baby boy erupted into giggles. Ford’s small smile stretched into a full-blown grin at the joyful sound, giving in to the temptation to kiss Tommy’s head. Then he playfully wiggled his extra pinky, which was currently being slobbered on, eliciting a squeal that made Ford’s heart turn into putty.

Ford carried on with his shopping trip after cleaning his hand with sanitation wipes, careful to keep it out of Tommy’s reach so he couldn’t draw it into his mouth and ingest the chemicals. Tommy liked Ford’s hands, playing with Ford’s fingers or gumming whenever the mood struck him. Ford just couldn’t refuse when Tommy grabbed at his hands, except for instances where his hands had something on them that would hurt the infant.

Ford was relieved when he finally reached the end of his list, guiding the cart to the checkout. The cashier, an older woman with “Ma” on her nametag, made a fuss over how adorable Tommy was as she scanned the items at a glacial pace that had Ford impatiently tapping his foot. His tone was clipped and uncomfortable as he answered her questions, his metaphorical hackles raising as she continued to pry into his personal life.

The woman asked about Tommy’s mother, an awkward silence descending when Ford stiffly relayed that she had passed. Then the woman had perked up all on her own and congratulated him for being a single parent, going off on a tangent about how difficult it must be to raise a child all by his lonesome. She even brought her husband into it, rambling on and on about her marriage and her own offspring.

Ford occasionally nodded or grunted to feign interest, keeping his temper in check by gently stroking Tommy’s arm with his fingers, the repetitive motion and Tommy’s happy noises easing his annoyance some. However, he was already dreading the next time that he would have to come here for groceries. Hopefully he’d have a sitter by then so he could come alone, it would be easier to avoid unnecessary small talk or intrusive questions that way.

Ford's already quite limited tolerance for social interaction was practically nonexistent by the time he left the store, rushing through packing up the car with his purchases. Ford’s rigid posture didn’t relax until they were on the road, heading toward home. Tommy was entertaining himself by blowing raspberries in his car seat, Ford humming a tune for his baby boy to enjoy.

Tommy was a very active baby, reacting to stimuli with curiosity and interest. One of Tommy’s favorite things –besides gnawing on Ford’s fingers, of course– is music; he loves all kinds of genres. So, along with a bedtime story, Ford has taken to humming for Tommy as well. It sends him right off to sleep better than rocking or the occasional drive, it also calms him down when he’s cranky or distressed.

Ford can’t help but smile when he hears Tommy clapping as he erupts into delighted peals of laughter, Ford’s chest filled to the brim with the warmth and happiness that this child kindles within him.

[rainbowsparklecur]

that one character post…. with fae …,-,,2?3))3

WOOOOOOOOOO YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

First impression

ok so FUN FACT when i first started playing i was fully gearing myself up for gilman to be my absolute number 1 favorite blorbo of all time. uhhh when i first met fae i was like "oh shes cute :]" and then didnt think much about her after that iirc..........like i thought she was very sweet and all but she didnt really grab me(little did i know)

Impression now

um. i like her a normal amount.

Favorite moment

ALL FAE MOMENTS ARE GOOD MOMENTS (except yknow. That Scene. i mean it was also a good scene but also just. hhrrggnh :[ ) however gotta say favorite was the scene with her and tizo after tizo ate the weird mushroom and got sick..........they are so precious i love them so much...friend ship..........

Idea for a story

well obviousdly theres The Dogdeer Fic but uhhh in terms of fae-centric stuff i do have uh. a few ideas. main 1 is a multi-chapter(maybe) fic based on part of faes topside ending (something about her getting taken in by some family in the commonwealth?) except i dont actually know much of what actually happened bc im avoiding spoilers so all of this could be horrifically inaccurate! so uh take it with a grain of salt lol ill probably edit it when i actually liberate her. also heres some snippets if youre inchrested lol

even if the idea doesnt work uhh just take this as practice for writing fae ok i had fun writing this and im proud of it lol

Unpopular opinion

thinks. ummm not a fan of moonheart/fae x almer romantically. also have some feelings about her not being As cuddly/social/happy-go-lucky as the fandom sometimes portrays her as but thats more like personal interpretation i guess *hides behind furniture*

Favorite relationship

UMMM......dog.......deer... they have potential.............honestly i love their relationship in game not just the potential they have i just hate how sgg was like "ummm yea almer is actually IN LOVE with fae theyre both so STRAIGHT AND IN LOVE and theyre gonna GET MARRIED AND HAVE BABIES"

however i also adore fae and tizos friendship.........theyre so precious cmon

like CMON how could you not love them. look at them

Favorite headcanon

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH sifts through all my headcanons. i like the idea of her not remembering a lot of her past due to trauma and stuff(dissociative amnesia???is that the word) though i still wanna like research that kinda thing more so i dont portray it inaccurately or anything. also maybe the idea of her kinda having memory problems present day.....maybe......... uhh in terms of more light/fluffy headcanons uhhh......she likes bugs :] she loves bugs she very good with them even more "creepy" crawlys like spiders and wasps shes very gentle with them and in turn theyve rarely if ever bite/sting her. also shes maybe kinda nearsighted (if you ever see my draw her with glasses thats why lol) uh this is not projection at all. also one time i got an anon that said something about transmasc fae. i thought that was neat but uh maybe thats just me maybe im weird haha

OH WAIT ANOTHER ONE I JUST REMEMBERED when she was little she had a stray cat friend .she named him bread :]

uhhhh i think thats all THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!!!!!!!!!

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Since my last one failed

[poly-theistic-pockets]

Holiday Rundown- Yule

Yule’s origins trace back to the ancient Norse being referred to as jol very often. As is modern tradition, themes of light, fire, and feasting are present. Some claim that sacrifices were made, but most evidence disputes this claim. Cattle, however, were often slaughtered, as they couldn’t be fed in the winter months. This led to an abundance of beef and roasts in this time and celebration. Jol was deemed as a festival intended to set the mood for the upcoming months.

The earliest known mention of yule was in the 8th century, referred to as giuli, which was a 2-month span where the sun began to increase again. Yule became an official name in the 9th century, and many names similar to this sprung up in the Netherlands. The Norse Yule and the Christian Christmas merged in the 10th century, according to King Haakon Haraldsson. He required that everyone was required to have ale from a measure of grain and celebrate while the ale lasted. If they didn’t, they’d be fined. From this point on, Christmas completely overtook the holiday, with very few references left untouched.

Symbols

Other Names- Christmas, Jul, Joulu, Jól, Julzeit, Haloea

Associations/Values- Return of the sun, community, generosity, reflection

Colors- White, Red, Green, Blue, Silver, Gold

Crystals- Snowy Quartz, Garnet, Clear Quartz, Ruby Tarot Cards

Plants/Flowers- Holly, Mistletoe. Ivy, Poinsettia

Herbs- Pine, Peppermint, Myrrh, Cedar, Cinnamon, Clove

Animals- Goats, Cattle

Greek Deities- Poseidon, Demeter, Dionysus

Celtic Deities- Odin, Frigga, Baldur, Brigid

Other Deities- Ameratasu, Horus

Modern Rituals

Many of the traditions done for Christmas have roots in Yule and the traditions of the Norse. See what you can spot!

Decorating a tree is deeply rooted in Yule traditions and can blend in well if you’re a closeted witch. This originated in the 16th century in Germany and spread from there. People used paper and straw crafts, dried fruits, and candles. For the candles, I would say use something a little less flammable, like electric lights.

Burning a campfire or Yule log was also common. In the past, children would drag the yule log home and burn in through the entire multi-day festival. The Yule log is where we get the dessert from. You can also use the fire to keep warm if you’re in a colder climate. If you’re unable to have a fire or it’s just too hot where you live, looking up a video of a fireplace works just as well.

While the true size of this ritual is unrealistic for most, the symbol of the Yule Goat is a common one. In Sweeden, during the season, people construct large goats out of straw; this may be rooted to the god Thor, as he rode on a chariot pulled by goats. There, people see the goat as a companion to Santa.

Feasting: you’re going to see this one a lot.

This is something me and my family actually do: setting your intentions for the new year! This could mean- what I do- writing them on paper and burning them, sending the message into the universe. But any way that you prefer to send your message is valid, it’s all about intention.

Making wreaths also has Yule roots, as it uses more winter-blooming flora. Evergreen is quite common, but other plants and flowers can be used with colored ribbon if you’re feeling fancy.

Foods and Meals

Sacred Foods

Fruit- Berries Jams and Preservitives, Apples, Pears

Vegetables- Root Vegetables (Potatoes mostly), Dark greens, Squash, canned veggies

Dairy- N/A

Grains- Breads and Pastries Protein Pork/Ham, Beef/Cattle

Others- Yule Log, Mulled Wine, Nuts

Mains

Any form of ham was seen as a staple of a Yule feast in the Netherlands. You could roast it whole for a feast with friends and use the leftovers for a ham and cheese omelet or quiche if you’re feeling it. You can also use the ham to make paninis or quick sandwiches for lunch. No matter how you prefer to use or prepare it, ham is a solid protein to use around this time.

Roast beef is also common in this time, as the cattle couldn’t be fed in the winters when the holiday first came up. Roast beef can also have many different uses and preparation methods, making it a very adaptable dish. Horseradish sauce is often paired with it and is one of my personal favorites. You can use the leftovers pretty much the same as the ham, with sandwiches and breakfast dishes being a great way to use it.

Sides

Anything with potatoes can be both a crowd pleaser and a Yule tradition. Mashed, roasted, even just a baked potato can be a simple and lovely way to warm up. If you’re having a fancier gathering, mashed sweet potatoes with maple can be a very unique addition.

Soup. Not much else needs to be said here. I mean, it’s soup! Who doesn’t love a good soup on a cold night? Squash, while sweeter, can make a nice thick soup, perfect for a feast. Or you can go with a simple chicken noodle or tomato- the latter of which can be paired with panini’s using the leftover ham.

Cranberry Sauce, while more of a thanksgiving staple, can also be incorporated into many Yule dishes. You could make your own, or use cranberry jam on a biscuit. But as always, the can is a classic

Desserts

Yule cake is a little more on the difficult side, but it’s a classic, nonetheless. The cake is white, with chocolate buttercream on the outside and rolled in the inside to mimic the bark of a real Yule Log. If baking isn’t your forte, and/or rolling the cake is too difficult, you can simply make a normal stacked cake with the same flavors/design.

Drinks

Mulled Wine was a very common ceremonial drink of Yule, as it’s a warm drink that also helps you feel a little better. Obviously, if you’re under the legal age, please DON’T do this one. But if you are, make sure it’s mulled and diluted enough to not be as alcoholic

As always, please celebrate safely, and blessed be and happy holidays to you all! And to all a good night!

~🎭

[thestarsarelaughing]

Soup 8!

Cream of Carrot Soup from The Complete Farmhouse Kitchen Cookbook.

I had a few worries about whether this was all going to fit in one pan, but by that stage I was committed (it was fine, the onions reduced). My main uncertainties with this one was a) whether the recipe author and I shared a definition for "small orange" and b) the inclusion of the orange.

I used the smallest orange the supermarket had that wasn't a satsuma/easy-peeler type, on the basis that if the recipe wanted me to juice the orange it probably didn't mean the easily-segmented kind.

It worked out okay! Interestingly this was more enjoyable to me reheated than at first taste. The orange made it taste very "fresh" which was initially odd because I'm not used to things with a texture that is almost completely Potato tasting slightly fruity, but which I think could make this a good soup for hot days (especially if stored and reheated to save on cooking heat) because the bulk of it is solid root vegetable nutrition but it doesn't feel heavy or stodgy at all.

I think this may also be the most I've enjoyed parsley in a dish. It actually complimented the soup rather than being just an awkward garnish I end up setting aside. You can definitely overdo the parsley though. Garnish quantities are all you need.

Paired better with white bread than brown/mixed grains, but I felt that this was best without bread on the side at all.

Probably also a good soup starter if you're doing a multi-course meal, because of the way it feels lighter than most of the ingredients naturally would, and because the unusual sweetness of the orange makes it feel a little fancy. If you did that you could probably stretch it to 5-6 portions.

[turtleblogatlast]

I'm not sure about favorite breads, but I feel like Leo or Donnie would have a strong aversion to multi-grain bread/that weird bread that has all those seeds in it because of the texture.

Though I feel like Mikey might favor that brown cheesecake factory bread (or be an expert in making it).

I can definitely see Donnie in particular hating the multigrain or super textured bread yeah - though I also see him simultaneously liking the most out there types of bread as well! Never an in between though, either the most basic breads or the kind of bread you almost break your teeth on

Oooh brown bread baguettes are so good, Mikey would totally figure out how to make it himself even better

[smallraindrops-blog]

I AM SURROUNDED BY BAD INFLUENCES.

List of AUS ( in no particular order)

Poly TSC

Thy Starry Crown

the royal Aus ( and the aus to that au)

The pirates one

A place for you and me ( too many too list)

the numerous ABO ones that won’t let me alone

The secret actor one that i don’t talk about (WMFTD/HADES IS A WORLD FAMOUS SERIES! ACTORS!Y/N AND HYPNOS ARE JUST PRETENDING THERE IS NO SEXUAL TENSION BETWEEN THEM THEY ARE FAILING.)

the high school one i wrote forever ago

The lost shepherd (okay what is with me and things being lost?)

oh and the broken spear squeal that haunts my dreams

The ‘ I mistakenly ate two of my Pa’s weed brownie and now there a pretty fairy petting my hair to comfort me and telling me he is my parents’ weed dealer and i didn’t know they even did weed.’ au

the college au i meant to write but never did ( fuckboi/fratboy!y/n and done with his shit!hypnos)

The sugar baby (working on it, i swear i just gotta let it cook)

OH and the velvet crown one

the burnouts au, everyone is working at a restaurant and y/n is a linecooker and Hypnos is a server and they totally don’t make out during their smoke breaks.

podcast au, the only way y/n goes to sleep anymore is by listening to Hypnos talking to him every night.

the Vegas marriage one

The superhero one where hypnos is the only one that can calm Y/N out his rage and ends up being his handler.

the supervillain one where Hypnos just want to put the whole universe to sleep forever so no ones suffers anymore and burnout hero! Y/N becomes his most fervent follower/worshipper.

And drum roll please for the newest au on my list 🥁 🥁

personal trainers au. Y/n is a former boxer champion working at his parents’ gym, he totally keeps checking out yoga instructor Hypnos every time he bent over during class time or even just when he walks past in those tight yoga pants. They end up taking one on one lessons in the locker rooms. And y/n totally lulled Hypnos back to his place with the promise of organic adocado and multi grain bread that he made himself.

👏 I 👏 am 👏 losing 👏 my 👏 goddamn 👏 mind 👏 👏

(Note: i am having fun, i just need to dump this out of my brain so i can sleep tonight)

[princess-of-the-corner]

Another favorite of mine is SCP-261 - "Pan-Dimensional Vending".

Which is pretty much exactly what the nickname implies it to be, a vending machine that anomalously dispenses products that seem to be from across dimensions, starting out with things you could expect in our world, to products that have never been produced in our world, to ones that can't be produced in our world. This goes on the more it is used in a short time frame.

Here's a few examples taken from the test log in the SCP itself.

“Cheetos” – A small bag of Cheetos snack food, packaging in English.

“Pepsi: Dragon Twist” – A can of Pepsi cola, with a trace of fruit flavor, packaging in English. Flavor identified as Dragon Fruit. PepsiCo does not produce this product.

“Darkside Cola” – A “can” with clear plastic sides, packaging in Japanese. Liquid inside is clear. When opened, liquid appears to react to the air, and changes to dark black over a period of several seconds. The black coloration “looks like billowing smoke”, and cannot be reversed. Liquid’s taste described as “cola, with something spicy in it.”

“The Little Bakery: 7 Grain” – A small tube the size of a candy bar with a green button, made of aluminum, packaging in English. When the top is twisted off, a mass of “dough” is extruded. “Dough” contains several enzymes and bacteria that have not yet been identified. On contact with air, these cause the dough to rise and “bake”, killing the microbes in the process. Produces a small, round loaf of bread weighing 250 grams. Taste described as good, but chewy.

“Lemon Clams” – Thick plastic baggie with a plastic tube on the side, containing water and twelve clams, packaging in Dutch. Following on-package instructions, the plastic tube was cracked like a “glow stick”. Liquid in the bag flashed to steam, venting from a hole that popped open in the top of the bag, slightly burning one researcher. Steaming finished after thirty-eight seconds, after which clams were found to be fully cooked and infused with a mild lemon flavor. On investigation, clams match no recorded species.

“<Unknown>” – Small mesh bag filled with small, multi-colored pyramids, packaging in an unknown language. Pyramids found to be very hard and unpleasant tasting, compared to chalk in taste and consistency. When placed in hot water, pyramids open and produce “strings” that quickly dissolve, coloring the water the same shade as the pyramid. Water had no additional taste, but testing revealed a sharp increase in mineral, carbohydrate, and protein content, with several minerals unidentified at the present time. This content was found to be consistent with the recommended daily intake of nutrients for adult humans. Researcher ingesting the water reported stomach cramps two hours later, but no other effects.

“<Unknown>” – Aluminum box with a small glass window on the side, and a large round button on the top, packaging in an unknown language. Box is seamless, and appears to be filled with small, round animals covered in fur, each with three small paws and a single large eye. Pressing the button causes the inside of the box to rapidly become super-heated, cooking the small animals alive. Muffled noises and scratching were heard for several seconds during the cooking process. After one minute, thirty seconds, the front panel opens and gives access to the now-cooked animals. Professor Kain volunteered to eat the animals, with no other researchers willing to do so. Taste described as crunchy and very spicy, with a small hint of beef.

“<Unknown>” – Tall, thin aluminum can, packaging in an unknown language. Opening the can caused a chemical reaction with the liquid inside the can. Liquid was apparently not intended for an oxygenated atmosphere, and detonated violently, causing several injuries and killing two researchers. Testing discontinued, and area cleared. Testing area observed to smell like citrus for several days.

Love how someone decided to taste all of these.

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V-shaped or pointed base

Flat-folding design

Low production cost

Available in multiple sizes

Usually without handles

Made from kraft, recycled, or food-grade paper

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Eggnog French Toast Casserole

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¼ cup vegan butter, melted 1 loaf of multi-grain bread, roughly chopped

1/2 cup chopped slivered almonds ¼ cup vegan butter, melted

1 can cherry pie filling

5 cups vegan eggnog ¼ cup cornstarch 1/2 tsp sea salt Preheat oven to 400 degrees F.  Coat the bottom of a 10 x 15-inch casserole dish with ¼ cup melted vegan butter. Distribute the chopped bread evenly in pan. Sprinkle ½ cup slivered almonds on top. Drizzle with another ¼ cup of melted vegan butter.

Dollop the cherry pie filling over top of bread.  Whisk together the eggnog, cornstarch and sea salt. Pour evenly over top of the casserole. 

Bake in preheated oven for 30 minutes. Serve hot or at room temperature.