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Rations for various RPG Races

[[ Source. Original creator: wats6831. Additional information and images linked under each one. ]]

Universal:

Homemade artisan herb bread, home grown and dried apples and prunes, uncured beef sausage, munster cheese. Made a small bag from cheesecloth and tied it closed.

Discussion thread here.

Dwarf:

Garlic chicken livers, smoked and peppered cheese, spiced pork sausages, hard tack, dried vegetables, dried wild mushrooms.

Discussion thread here.

Elf:

Top left to right: Evereskan Honey Comb, Elven Travel Bread (Amaretto Liquer Cake with custom swirls), Lurien Spring Cheese (goat cheese with garlic, salt, spices and shallots), Delimbyr Vale Smoked Silverfin (Salmon), Honey Spiced Lichen (Kale Chips), and Silverwood Pine Nuts.

Discussion thread here.

Halfling:

From upper left: “Honeytack” Hard tack honey cakes, beef sausage, pork sausage mini links, mini whole wheat toast, cranberry cheddar cheese mini wedge, mini pickles, pumpkin and sunflower seeds, lower right is my homemade “travel cake” muesli with raisins, golden prunes, honey, eggs and cream.

Discussion thread here.

Half-Orc:

Wrapped in cheesecloth and tied in burlap package. Forest strider drumsticks, molasses sweet wheat bread “black strap”, aged Munster, hard boiled eggs, mixed wild nuts.

Discussion thread here.

Orc:

Orcs aren’t known for their great cuisine. Orcs prefer foods that are readily available (whatever can be had by raiding), and portable with little preparation, though they have a few racial delicacies. Toughs strips of lean meat, bones scavenged from recent kills, and dark coarse bread make up the bulk of common orc rations.Fire roasted rothe femur (marrow is a rare treat) [beef femur], Strips of dried meat (of unknown origin) [homemade goose jerky], foraged nuts, only edible by orcs….nut cracker tusks [brazil nuts], coarse black bread, made with whatever grains can be pillaged [black sesame bread], Pungent peppers [Habanero peppers stuffed with smoked fish and olives].

More images here. Discussion thread here.

Gnome:

Pan fried Delimbyr smelt, spiced goat cheese (paprika crusted hand pressed Fontina), Gnome shortbread (savory pistachio), glass travel jar filled with Secomber Red (wine), hard boiled quail eggs packed in rolled oats (to keep safe), dried figs from Calimshan, and Southwood smoked goat sausage (blood sausage).

More images here. Discussion thread here.

Lizardfolk:

Lizardfolk are known to be omnivores, forage for a surprising variety of foods found within the confines of their marshy environs, in this case the Lizard Marsh near Daggerford. Fresh caught boiled Delimbyr Crayfish on wild chives, coastal carrageen moss entrapping estuary brine shrimp (irish moss, dried brine shrimp), Brackish-Berries (blackberries), Blackened Dart-Frog legs (frog legs) on spring sprouts (clover sprouts), roasted bog bugs on a stick!

More images here. Discussion thread here.

Drow:

From top left: Menzoberranzan black truffle rothe cheese (Black Knight Tilsit), Donigarten Moss Snails (Escargot in shallot butter sauce), Blind cave fish caviar in mushroom caps (Lumpfish caviar), faerzress infused duck egg imported from the surface Realms (Century egg), Black velvet ear fungus (Auricularia Black Fungus Mushroom).

More images here. Discussion thread here.

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I wanna cry

I was out walking my service dog, Molly. I have epilepsy and severe anxiety, and she helps me know if a seizure could be coming, and calms me down when my anxiety acts up. This woman asked if her toddler could pet her, and got PISSED when I said 'no'. She followed me for five blocks, screaming at me. The kid was chill, but this woman just kept calling me names. I was in tears and panicking. I felt her grab my shoulder, and then her hand was ripped off. It was the Red Hood and Nightwing. Red Hood was restraining the woman, and Nightwing talked me down from the edge of a panic attack, which could have triggered a seizure. The woman was arrested for harrassment, and Nightwing walked Molly and I home. The baby Robin joined us at one point, and asked a lot of questions about Molly and her training, but he never asked to pet her. As they were leaving, he asked Nightwing about training Batdog as a servuce dog!

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this is so sweet 🥺🥺🥺

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‘enemies to lovers’ sure okay, but nothing wil ever beat THIS dynamic

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aziraphale blesses crowley

A little thought. A headcanon. But I do believe that Aziraphale, at a certain point, begins to bless Crowley. Because the demon, despite most of the things the Angel goes through, always stays relatively safe. 

He says that his kind don’t send stern letters. We get a sense that “his kind” are more on the corporal end when it comes to punishment. But we only see Aziraphale being beaten, insulted, discorperated. Nothing ever happens to Crowley, who walks relatively unscathed through the Apocalypse. How? 

Blessings. Blessings. 

An Angel was blessing him. 

Aziraphale was blessing him. 

He shouldn’t. It’s blasphemous, he knows, to imprint celestial protection onto a demon. A sort of blasphemy that, if the archangels knew, would have landed him with a firm talking to. An angry letter. A slip, tumble, Fall downwards, maybe. 

He tries not to think about that. 

Because there were times where Crowley returned to the bookshop smelling of sulfur and brimstone, doing his best to hide a limp. Impossible, really. Aziraphale knew him; his smile, his soft eyes, his sharp words; knew well enough when something had tilted from normal. 

“Are you alright?” He handed the demon tea and plumes of cinnamon steam crested his chin. 

Crowley had waved him off. “Fine. Just a disagreement.”

“What-”

“A few demons began to notice my lack of… demonic energy. Just a reminder, Angel.” And he’d punctuated it with a sip of tea and a soft hum. “That’s all. Nothing to fuss about.” 

“It certainly is something to fuss about!”

Crowley took off his glasses long enough to wink. “You fuss about everything.”

And so Aziraphale had begun to lay blessings. 

It’s soft and deft and quiet - when he reaches and touches Crowley’s sleeve. The demon would never know, he thought. There’d be no reason to notice the specks of love he’d pressed delicately into the fibers of being. He never made them so strong that they’d burn, and never made them weak enough to linger and fade. 

A blessing of protection, he willed on a rainy Sunday, elbowing past to a bookshelf. May you be safe from your own kind, my own kind, from all kind. 

On a hot summer June afternoon, he’d adjusted the demons collar with a flick of deft fingers. “Really,” he said, “you could try to be a little more presentable.” A blessing of safety, he thought, pretending to clumsily skate fingertips across the demons neck, feeling the pulse of a swallow. May you be safe now. Safe always. Safe when I’m here and when I’m not. Keep him alive, and well, and whole. He flicked the collar again. “Better.”

Crowley cleared his throat, pushing up his glasses. “Thanks,” he said back, confusion heavy on his tongue. Then; “See? Fussy.” 

And then an apocalypse arrives. 

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good omens: bagged lunch

This summer I volunteered abroad in Israel, and lost all connection to home, and in that time a certain fandom exploded and I missed the beginnings of it. So here I am now. Sauntering vaguely downward into hell with some ideas of my own.

There’s this little idea for post Good Omens that I just can’t seem to shake, wherein Aziraphale (connoisseur of all things delicious and human that he is) would always feel the need to pack Crowley lunches whenever he was off to meetings in Hell, tutting, “Oh Crowley, I know you don’t feel as if eating is essential, but for my sake, dear, can’t you just try to nibble on a biscuit or two? You’re all sinew and wobble!”

And even if he protests, Aziraphale can usually tempt him with promises to pack boiled eggs and tuna and all sorts of smelly things that would disagree with noses. How ghastly and malicious of him, it would be to bring that into a meeting! The Agreement practically begged for this sort of cooperation, didn’t it?

(And tuna is Crowley’s favorite. Especially when Aziraphale remembers to chop up the little cornichons inside and slice it triangularly.) 

So Crowley, to appease his Angel, dutifully takes the paper bags handed to him before the both of them venture to their respective places of meeting. 

The thing that I can’t make myself quite get over, though?

Aziraphale and Crowley spent so much time swapping notes quietly over duck ponds or trading secrets in three separate rendezvous locations. 

Notes are something the Angel has not only acclimated himself with, but they’re something he enjoys. The dangerous side of him wants to send them in lieu of being a spy. The Angelic side of him wants to be caring. The Best Friend/Something More side wants to pour affections. The human side? 

Well. 

How very human it is to show affection through food and the little notes that such a gesture would also contain!

He always thought it clever when humans sent little messages in lunchboxes! Food and love? At the same time? His heart bursts just thinking about it. 

It’s a custom he’d be quick to adopt. Scribbling little messages on bits of scrap paper and tucking them away next to a small bag of sliced apples. 

What I’m saying here is;

Aziraphale would 100% send Crowley to Hell with a paper bag lunch and a written note. 

And when Crowley is drooping, bored after hour three of a pointless Demon meeting, he’d reach into the little bag as loudly as he could and peel the sandwich out, trying to play it smooth, until the little piece of paper would flutter out unexpectantly into the center. 

Hastur would grab at it while Crowley was mid bite into a wonderfully crunchy cornichon’d tuna on white bread. 

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‘enemies to lovers’ sure okay, but nothing wil ever beat THIS dynamic

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For Regency AU! Do any of the Guardians of the Galaxy exist? Do they ever meet the royals?

I’ve finally figured out how they do!

Lord Quill is unlike any baron Tony has ever met–uncouth and loud and abrasive. Tony gets so flustered and embarrassed talking to him. He much prefers Quill’s alpha, Lady Gamora, who might be a little standoffish but knows not to swear in front of her future queen.

“Please don’t mind Peter,” Gamora tells Tony gently. “He was raised by wolves.” She pauses. “Well. Ravagers.”

“Haha,” Tony answers weakly as Peter Quill chases after one of their children, a little imp they lovingly called “Rocket.” Rocket was a hellion. Tony was terrified of him.

“She–she wasn’t joking Tony,” Steve says weakly when they’re getting ready for bed.

Tony blinks up at him owlishly. “Excuse me what.”

“Peter was kidnapped as a child and was raised by a group of bandits that called themselves the Ravagers,” Steve explains. “The Ravagers disbanded after their leader was killed, and the man who kidnapped him returned him ten years later. We’re pretty sure the only reason Lady Gamora married him was because Peter chased after her.”

“Oh,” Tony breathes, and sits down heavily on the bed.

He watches them carefully the next time he sees them. Gamora is aloof with almost everyone, but Peter makes up for it with so much enthusiasm that most people skitter off after only a little conversation. Peter always looks a little sad. Gamora looks frustrated that she can’t keep him from looking sad.

Tony wonders, perhaps, if that’s what he looked like with Steve and Bucky when they first got married.

So Tony goes up to Peter and talks to him even though it makes him supremely uncomfortable. Peter is crass and loud but his goofy smile is sincere and he never reaches out to touch Tony without making sure Tony is okay with it. Tony finds Peter exhausting but he interacts with him anyway, because he’s an omega and Tony thinks that omegas should stick together, because alphas are idiots.

“Well,” Tony says after some thought. “You’re not an idiot,” he tells Gamora, and beams at her.

Gamora nods shortly even though she wonders if she’s just been insulted by her future queen.

(“You have received the most supreme of compliments,” Peter tells her magnanimously on the way home. “It’s just a rule that every omega knows–that all alphas are idiots.”

“Prince Tony thinks that his husbands are idiots?” Gamora asks in disbelief.

Peter scoffs. “He said that Steve wanted to arm wrestle him on their second date and he went to his room and cried.”

Gamora stares at him, silent, unsure of what to say.)

((“I accept that I will never live this down but I never expected this from you,” Steve tells Gamora solemnly.

“I never expected to hear that the man who will be my king asked his skittish omega to arm wrestle on their second date,” Gamora tells Steve. Bucky snorts wine out his nose.))

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Tony: *sighing* Perhaps I should just drink my sorrows away.

Tony: *stabs a straw through his Capri Sun*

Pepper:

Stephen:

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Random thought

Would midoriya izuku be able to become a Green Lantern... If so would he be on par with Hal Jordan or better...

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Why does everything turn into wolfstar smut?

Maybe some time around the age of 16 Remus’s transformations stop leaving him weak and hollow

In fact, they start to have the opposite effect 

Not that Remus notices; as usual his brilliant mind is always quietly occupied

But Sirius notices

Merlin Sirius notices

It starts with his shoulders, he can’t help but eye the way they sit a little broader when Remus stands up straight 

Then it’s his forearms, Sirius can see the tendons stand out a little when Remus lies on the sofa and holds his book above his head. 

After the next full moon, it’s his biceps - they start pushing against his shirt when he leans over his potions essay, and Sirius’s mouth all but drops to the floor

Suddenly it’s hard to be around Remus, literally, without feeling a tightness growing in his trousers

The boys sit opposite each other in the library for hours, an endless pile of homework and exam prep leaving them caught in a dizzying cycle of work, eat, sleep

They all need some relief, but fuck Sirius needs a very specific kind of relief

Exams are so close, and he has to focus, but just a look at Remus could flick a switch in his body

Even his hands, somehow his hands look bigger, stronger

Sirius starts biting down hard on his lip each time his eyes drift to his boyfriend in class, or the library, or the common room (okay, just about everywhere)

But after half a day his bottom lip becomes red and puffy

Instead Sirius finds himself disappearing to the toilets to splash cold water on his face more often than he’d like to admit

When Remus’s arm winds protectively around him as they walk down a busy corridor, he has to bite back a whine

And when Remus strolls out of the shower one morning, a towel slung low around his hips, Sirius just sits and stares 

Because his chest, Christ his chest has transformed

And it was all Sirius could do not to go over there and beg Remus to deal with his painfully hard arousal, right there in front of James and Peter

And when Remus caught him, eyes roving greedily across his bare skin and freshly tousled hair, he just stared right back and winked

Sirius rolled over in bed and bit down so hard on his pillow he could have torn it apart

This day was particularly torturous, and it didn’t help that the summer heat had Remus loosening the top few buttons of his shirt

Or that, in transfiguration, his hand had been resting high on Sirius’s thigh the whole time Frank was explaining petrification. 

Or that, as they walked to the library, Remus slid Sirius’s bag from his shoulder and slung it easily across his own, winding an arm around his waist 

By time they sat down Sirius was almost at breaking point, his frustration had his heart beating overtime and his head cloudy 

He cast his eyes down, trying desperately to ignore his boyfriend’s newly broadened shoulders, or his tight, hard chest

Or the way his arms looked when he stretched out like that, fuck

Sirius’s chair scraped loudly against the floor as he stood up, muttering half an excuse about the bathroom 

He didn’t feel connected to his feet as they carried him through the library, eyebrows furrowed and head fuzzy

He didn’t notice Remus until his fingers were locked around his wrists, and his whole body tugged sideways

Sirius’s soft moan of surprise was muffled by Remus’s lips, which collided with his before he could even gather his surroundings

Remus’s hand travelled to Sirius’s neck, his thumb pressing gently into the soft skin, while his other grasped at his hips

Sirius thought his legs would give way at any moment 

Just as abruptly as it began, Remus drew away, focusing his burning eyes on Sirius

“You keep disappearing.” He murmured “And you won’t look at me.”

He pressed a thumb to Sirius’s puffy bottom lip “You’re not telling me something Sirius.”

Again, Remus’s hand slid back to Sirius’s neck, a gentle pressure aiding the fuzzy euphoria Sirius felt at his touch

“Tell me.” He growled. 

When his face blurred back into view, an almost delirious Sirius saw Remus’s expression harden

“I can take it.” He said, lowly

Sirius frowned, still breathless, resisting the urge to buck his hips into Remus’s warm, gorgeous body 

“It’s you.” He murmured, looking down

Suddenly, inexplicably, he felt ashamed

“You’ve changed and I can’t - I can’t cope. It’s not that I didn’t like you before, I love you whatever you - what ever you look like - and you were always gorgeous, but now you’re just, you’re just kind of perfect and it’s just” Remus’s proximity making Sirius almost incoherent.

“…it’s just your shoulders got bigger, and your arms, and I can’t stop, I can’t focus and I know you just want to work and there’s no time for it so I was trying not to bother you but fuck Remus.”

“What?” Remus’s hand tilted Sirius’s chin up, forcing him to meet his confused gaze. 

Sirius shuttered under his boyfriend’s newly bulky frame

“You’re not…” Remus frowned. “I thought you liked someone else.”

Sirius nearly choked. “What?” He spluttered.  

“Remus” He snapped, taking control and pushing himself closer to the boy. “I can’t focus on anything but you. I can’t study, I can’t sleep, I can’t look at you in class without…” Sirius groaned and pushed his hips against Remus, using his hard arousal to illustrate his point. 

Sirius pressed frantic kisses into to the soft skin on Remus’s neck. “And when you came out of the shower today…”

Sirius’s sentence ended in a gasp as his back hit a smooth, cool wall. Remus’s warm mouth was at his neck, his hands pressing down his sides, their bodies flush against each other

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Remus growled. “Why didn’t you let me help you?”

Sirius only moaned in response as Remus’s thigh found its way between his legs, pressing teasingly against him

“Sirius.” Remus growled again. “Why?”

“You were…busy.” Sirius groaned, feeling Remus grip his chin. 

“Look at me.” Remus ordered, his eyes burning. “I am never too busy for you, Sirius Black.”

Sirius looked at his boyfriend, panting. His hips bucked into Remus, and he tried to connect their lips again, but he felt a strong hand push him back, denying him.

“Now, say it back to me.” Ordered Remus. “I’m never too busy to fuck you, say it back.”

Sirius shuttered, Remus telling him what to do was just, fuck. 

“You’re never too busy to fuck me.” Sirius’s need was turning his voice into a desperate whine, but Remus didn’t move.

His eyes burned into Sirius’s, and his voice was low and threatening. “Next time you need me, you’re going to tell me, okay? You’re going to say: ‘Remus, I need you to fuck me now.’ And I’m then going to fuck you, okay?” 

Sirius’s eyes almost rolled upwards, his whole body was trembling.

“Remus,” Sirius managed to whisper, somewhat calmly. “I need you to fuck me now.”

Sirius shuttered as he felt Remus grip the back of his thighs, easily lifting Sirius up and pressing him against the wall, his legs now hooked around his waist.

“Good boy.” Remus whispered.

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Erasermic prompt

Aizawa and hizashi going pumpkin carving and somehow have managed a pumpkin massacre.

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Happy Halloween!!!!!!!!!! For the first time in ever I made a decently cut pumpkin face

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Erasermic prompt

Day-care caretaker mic meets single dad Aizawa whose kids try shenanigan's to try all types of situations to get the two together

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Happy October!!!!! Pumpkins and ghosts galore

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Erasermic movie prompt

Barista mic and Baker aizawa. The ambrosial acquaintance

Will their affections produce a collision of confections a delicious melody of flavor

Of attempted cat burglary and espionage

One will top them all