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fryktheciller · 11 months ago

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rosin and cuddles

charlie dalton x gn!reader

notes: you guys i love charlie so much its getting bad and i kinda hate the violin as a pianist but ravel's string quarted basically begged me to write something inspired by it. also, if you'd like to listen to the piece this is the movement i wrote about. enjoy!!

tw: HEAVY swearing (charlie uses fuck as a comma it's canon) and mentions of weed, sex and orgies

Time moves slowly with the bow in hand. Ravel’s string quartet’s pizzicato really couldn't come out right, or, rather, like you wanted it to sound. The weirdly positioned bow makes your hands hurt, the right index finger all sore and a few steps away from bleeding from the pizzicato’s torture, and the left hand numb from the trillo.

“Why the violin, what did I do wrong with my life?” You whisper to yourself, screwing the first phrase and moving into the “bien chanté” one. Your index on the bow feels like heaven, and the legato and more melodic tempo make your focus shift from the sheet music in front of you to the first drops of rain outside.

Charlie comes in, without knocking, and you breathe a sigh, knowing you’re not going to be able to touch the violin until tomorrow. The perspective of doing nothing all night is both sweet and bitter; practice guilt haunts you even in your sleep.

He walks up to you and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your free shoulder.

—You smell good.

—Of what? Rosin and hair?

He doesn’t reply, just a quick peck on your jaw and pulls back as you put down the bow and dismantle the worn out orange shoulder rest. You rest the violin in its case, as November's typical drizzle turns into heavy rain; you put away the scores on an already messy desk and don’t even bother to close and put back the black and old stand. He sits on the bed, watching you with a stupid smile on his face. You turn at him and lay on the bed, taking off your slippers in the meantime and copying his smile. He follows you, and lays on your chest, arms wrapped around your waist. Your hands slide through his hair, raking through the chestnut locks and scratching his scalp. Charlie takes your hand, kisses it, and nibbles on the tips of your fingers, red and marked from the strings.

–Ouch!– you whine.

–You’re being dramatic.

–Look who’s talking.

He doesn’t reply, shifting towards your neck and burning his nose there.

–You smell good.

–Again?

–'m just sayin’, Jesus…

You grin at him, and he replies with one of his own.

–Will you slap me if I try to kiss you?

–Try and see.

He does, pressing his lips against yours and lingering there; you smile and kiss him back.

It quickly becomes a messy French kiss, and you pull away, flushed and breathless.

–I should’ve slapped you.

–You didn’t. Too bad.– he mocks you, his usual grin curving his lips.

You roll on your side, burying your nose in his neck.

–You’re warm, hot, even.

–I’m going to need some elaboration on that sentence.

–Fuck you.

–Right now?– he sighs, mockingly frustrated. –You do realize sometimes it's great just to cuddle?

You let out a fake laugh, and pull back from his neck, sitting up on the bed and crossing your legs.

–Awww c’moooon!– he whines, your absence leaving him a little colder.

–You’re so fucking insufferable. I fucking hate you.

–Are you for real?!

He sits up on the bed, mocking surprise all over his face.

–I thought I was the only one. I really hate you too!!

You grin at him, the hearty laugh of both of you filling the room. Then you lay back down on the bed, still chuckling; he follows you, arms around your waist, and pulls you as close as possible.

You sigh, clinging onto him as well and closing your eyes.

–’m still mad, for the record.

–Sure you are. How’s Ravel going?

–One fucking hell of a bastard. Amazing, though.

–What? The idea or the practice?– he laughs with sarcasm, and you chuckle as well.

–I absolutely love the second movement, but he was such an asshole to write the first violin’s part so hard.

–Drop the violin and pick up the sax.

–Sure, and does the pack include becoming like you?

–Mean like charming, smart, handsome, and, oh so sexy? Of course.

–More like a fucking cunt, a slut, stupid, and hateful?

He laughs, and you follow him.

–But the violin’s so...

–Amazing? Fun to play and listen to? Cunty?

–Oh, so the violin can be cunty, and I can't? This isn't playing fair!

You laugh heartily, while he pouts mockingly.

–Violin reminds me of Cameron.

–And when did it exactly become a bad thing?

He pulls back, eyebrows raised, and a half-smirk curving his lips.

–Are you fucking for real?

–I like Cameron. He helps me with trig.

–If we had a truth detector, it would be red, like communists. Also, why didn’t you tell me you had a thing for degradation?

You chuckle and pull his ear; he hisses and laughs.

–Still, he’s a fucking snitch,– he mumbles.

–Bringing weed into Welton isn’t exactly great.

–It's not like he says anything about cigarettes.

–Weed is on another fucking level, Charlie.

–Wanna blaze tonight?

–Blaze as in “we cuddle until I reach the temperature of the sun”?

–I’ll go and ask Knox, then.

–You’re really so fucking desperate to get high?

–It’s fun. I’ll be in his room, if you change your mind.

–If you two end up having sex, I’m breaking up with you.

–Yeah, and if I cook one meal, I become a chef.

–That’s a different matter.

–How is that—you know what? I’m fucking Overstreet tonight.– And he pulls back, sitting on the bed, looking at the messy wool blankets over the bed, then at you, with an unserious challenging gaze.

–Can I join, though?

An ugly smirk curls his lips.

–What? The Romans didn’t add women to orgies for nothing.

He smirks wider, and you whine.

–Come back here, c'mon.

He obliges, still silent. You chuckle.

–What is it? Are you mad?

–I'm not mad.

You chuckle and peck his lips.

–Were you for real, though?– he mutters with a soft voice.

You pull once again his ear in response. He whines and chuckles.

–Asking wasn’t supposed to hurt!

–And you weren’t supposed to ask, you slut.

–I'm getting hard, I'm telling you.

–Oh my god, Charlie,– you sigh, shaking your head.

–Your fault.

You laugh and shift a little, so you’re facing him directly.

–Sometimes, which is all the time, I wonder how you can say these sorts of things with a straight face.

–Sort of question Cameron would ask. Are you sleeping with him or something?

–Maybe he stole my soul,– you whisper, smirking.

–You’re flattering him. He wouldn’t have the balls to do that.

You shrug and chuckle.

–We always end up talking about him.

–Your fault.

–It’s always my fault, isn’t it?

He nods and pecks at your lips.

–It was your fault we got scolded today.

–You slapped my ass!

–And you were dramatic about it.

You laugh, and he follows you.

–I hate you.

–Are you sure? The truth detector’s kind of red.

You sigh in response and bury your head in the crook of his neck, and he pulls you closer, running his hands through your hair. Your eyelids grow heavy, and you nap a little, listening to the loud rain outside; until he lets out a (purposefully) loud sneeze.

–Oh, fuck you, Charlie.

–You’ve got this ugly, stinky, fucking rosin; it’s not my fault.

–You said I smelled good earlier.

–Earlier.

You sigh again, pulling back a little.

–Did you study history?

–Look at me in the eyes, you tell me.

You chuckle and pretend to be deep in thought while staring at your own reflection in his eyes.

–The stars say yes,– you murmur, in mock seriousness.

–The stars are fucking dumb.

–You swear a little too fucking much.

–Oh, sorry, mom,– he pleads, faking puppy eyes and a pout.

You chuckle with sarcasm and roll on your back, facing the ceiling.

–Me neither, for the record.

–You’re helping me with the test anyway.

–Oh, yeah, like last time, where we ended up in Nolan’s office.

–We got out of there because of that pretty face of yours, though.

–Is it supposed to be flattering?

–Well, is it?

–’m sorry…

He laughs, and you follow him. He shifts, resting in the crook of your neck, and your arms wrap around his neck, scratching his nape.

–You smell good.

–It's the second or third time you’ve told me.

–Oh, well, sorry for not being able to do anything but profess the truth.

–You literally told me “you’ve got this ugly stinky fucking rosin” a second ago.

–You smell good. The rosin’s fucking nasty.

You chuckle, and he smiles against your neck. Your hands move to his scalp, scratching and running through his hair, and his hands slide down your sweater, tracing little circles on the bare skin of your waist.

–You’re so warm,– he whispers, and you kiss his temple in response.

You rest your head on his own, listening to his steady breathing.

–Are you coming tonight?

–It’s raining, and it won’t stop anytime soon.

–Just say you don’t want to come.

–Shut up, Charlie.

–I have a letter for you.

You smile at his words and chuckle a little.

–Sweet.

–Sweet indeed.

–Now tell me, did Todd write it and you copied it with that pretty handwriting of yours?

He chuckles, biting your neck in response.

–I wrote it by myself.

–No need to lie, pretty boy,– you whisper with sarcasm.

He chuckles again, and you go along with him.

Silence falls again, your focus drifting from his breathing to the heavy rain outside.

–You coming, then?

–Only if you carry me there.

He grins and chuckles, actually considering your suggestion.

–Bet.

–Fifty dollars you can’t make it without putting me down for a little.

–Prepare the money.

You chuckle, and him along with you.

–We should really study for tomorrow,– you mumble, tugging at his hair.

–You’ll pass. You’re smart… I’ll copy from Meeks, and you.

–How much are you paying him?

–Ten dollars and a magazine.

–Pricey. And me?

–What do you want?

–What are you willing to give me?

–Unconditional love and affection until I die.

–That’s the basic plan. Anything else?

–The best sex of your life.

–Fair, but still in the basic plan.

He sighs and chuckles.

–So demanding. Cigarettes?

–How much are we talking about?

–Three packs a month?

–Fair enough.

–And you let me copy all your Latin and trig homework.

–Bold of you to assume I do them.

–You do them for me.

You laugh, and he laughs along with you.

He snuggles closer, leaving faint kisses on your neck; your eyelids become heavy again, and your hands in his hair slow down.

–We’re going to miss dinner,– you whisper, more asleep than awake.

He doesn’t reply; he just tightens the grip on your waist, and his breath becomes slower and heavier.

Needless to say, you skipped both dinner and the meeting.

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stalkerofthegods · 1 year ago

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Lady Artemis Straight to the point info

Lady Artemis who is the light, and the arrow in the bow, and the bullet in a hunting gun, and the same string In a lyre and a bow. May we all praise the wise huntress, Who is gentle to young girls and the bringer of Swift death from her golden bow.

Herbs • Artemisia, plants that bloom under the moonlight, Cypress, Chamomile, thyme, Lavender, Mugwort (poisonous if used in large amounts and can irritate skin), Birch, Juniper (poisonous if used in large amounts and can irritate skin), Mint, Pine (poisonous if used in large amounts and can irritate skin), Sage, Thistle (poisonous if used in large amounts and can irritate skin), Yarrow (poisonous if used in large amounts and can irritate skin), Angelica (poisonous if used in large amounts and can irritate skin), Bay Laurel (poisonous if used in large amounts and can irritate skin), Coriander, Dill, amaranth, cannabis, cedar, cypress, daisy, date palm, hazel, mugwort, myrtle, ox-eye daisy, silver fir, willow, laurel trees, fir trees, Various nuts or nut trees, Asphodel, Wormwood, wild flowers, Tarragon

Animals• deer/stags, geese, wild dogs, fish, goats, bees, hounds, all animals (she is the creator of all Animals in some discriptons), Calydonian boar, partridges, guineafowls, lions or leopards, bees, bears especially, bulls

Zodiac • Cancer, Sagittarius, and Scorpio

Colors • Silver, green, blood red, moonlight silver, Yellow

Crystal• moonstone, Black jasper, Clear quarts, Opal, White or black pearls, Amethyst, Black tourmaline.

Symbols• quiver, hunting spears, a torch, and a lyre, deer

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• You can veil, and wear a maternity outfit in her honor while giving birth.

Diety of • Unmarried Girls, Girl Childhood, hunting, chastity, menstruation, fast and easy death in childbirth, nature, childbirth, wildlife, healing, sudden death, animals, lakes, springs, virginity, young women, archery, and the moon

Patron of • childbirth, and fertility (Virgin means unmarried when she got the title before the meaning of it today, she helped Apollo be born, which accords to fertility), lesbians, unmarried women, hunt, chastity, archery, and the wilds, she protects girls and women during childbirth, menstruation, the moon, Nursing infants, Maiden dances, Maiden song, nurses/doctors who help with childbirth

Offerings• •Bows and arrows, Images of Artemis, Game meat, Amphiphontes (round cakes topped with tiny torches, These are likely a reference to the full moon. White-frosted cupcakes with white or silver candles may be a suitable substitute), Cakes, cookies, pastries shaped like animals (ex-particularly deer), Red wine, Red grape, popomegranate, cranberry juice, Honey, Luxurious clothing, Wildflowers, almonds, goats, Honey, Hunting tools, javelins, nets, traps, masks, flowers, animal bones, tusks, taxidermy, tusks, animal hides, clothing (your favorite clothing or a garment you bought specifically for her), Owl and quail feathers, your hair

Devotional• Donate to childbirth charities, donate to young girl charities and programs, Dancing, Herbalism, Donating woman and girl clothes, taking nature walks, enjoying nature, give her offerings at midnight, make arrows, devote your hunting (invoke her before and thank her after), have a feast of her favorite food in her honor

Ephithets & titles • ACRAEA/Akraia - given to various goddesses and gods whose temples were situated upon hills, AEGINAEA/Aiginaia - when she was worshipped at Sparta, AETO′LE/Aitôlê - when she was worshipped at Naupactus, AGORAEA/AGORAEUS/Agoraia/Agoraios - protectors of the assemblies of the people in the agora, AGRO′TERA/Agrotera - the huntress, ALPHAEA/ALPHEAEA/ALPHEIU′SA/Alphaia/Alpheaia/Alpheiousa - derived from the river god Alpheius, who loved her, AMARYNTHUS/Amarunthos - a hunter of Artemis, A′NGELOS/Angelos - when she was worshipped at Syracuse, APANCHO′MENE/Apanchomenê - the strangled goddess, ARICI′NA/Arikinê -from the town of Aricia in Latium, ARISTO/Aristô - the best, ASTRATEIA/Astrateia - she was believed to have stopped the progress of the Amazons, BRAURO′NIA/Braurônia - from the demos of Brauron in Attica, CALLISTE/Kallistê - when she was worshipped at Athens and Tegea, CARYA′TIS/Karuatis - from the town of Caryae in Laconia, CHITO′NE/Chitônê - represented as a huntress with her chiton girt up, CHRYSAOR/Chrusaôr - The god with the golden sword or arms, CNA′GIA/Knagia - derived from Cnageus, COLAENIS/Kolainis - from the Attic demos of Myrrhinus, CORDACA/Kordaka - derived from an indecent dance called kordac, performed in honour of the goddess after a victory, CORYPHAEA/Koruphaia - the goddess who inhabits the summit of the mountain, CORYTHA′LLIA/Koruthallia - from Sparta, at whose festival of the Tithenidia, CRANAEA/Kranaia - derived from a temple on a hill near Elateia in Phocis, Kunthia and Kunthios - surnames respectively of Artemis and Apollo, DAPHNAEA and DAPHNAEUS/Daphnaia and Daphnaios - surnames of Artemis and Apollo, DE′LIA and DE′LIUS/Dêlios and Dêlia or Dêlias - surnames of Apollo and Artemis, DELPHI′NIA/Delphinia -Artemis at Athens, DERRHIA′TIS/Derriatis - derived from the town of Derrhion,

EURY′NOME/Eurunomê - from Phiglea in Arcadia, GAME′LII/Gamêlioi theoi - the divinities protecting and presiding over marriage, GENETYLLIS/Genetullis - the protectress of births, HECAERGE/Hekaergê - a daughter of Boreas, who were believed to have introduced the worship of Artemis in Delos, HEGE′MONE/Hêgemonê - leader or ruler, HEMERE′SIA/Hêmerêsia - soothing goddess, HEURIPPE/Heurippa - finder of horses, HY′MNIA/Humnia - when she was worshipped throughout Arcadia, IMBRA′IA/Imbrasia - surname of Artemi, ISSO′RIA/Issôria - derived from Mount Issorion, LA′PHRIA/Laphraia - surname of Artemis among the Calydonians, LEUCOPHRYNE/Leukophrunê - derived from the town of Leucophrys in Phrygia, LIME′NIA/LIMENI′TES/LIMENI′TIS, and LIMENO′SCOPUS/Limenia/Limenitês/Limenitis/Limenodkopos - the protector or superintendent of the harbour, LIMNAEA/LIMNE′TES/LIMNE′GENES/Limnaia/Limnêtês/Limnêgenês - inhabiting or born in a lake or marsh, LOCHEIA/Locheia - the protectress of women in childbed, LYCEIA/Lukeia - a surname of Artemis, LYCOA′TIS/Lukoatis - surname of Artemis, LYGODESMA/Lugodesma - surname of Artemis whose statue had been found by the brothers Astrabacus and Alopecus under a bush of willows, LYSIZO′NA/Lusizônê - the goddess who loosens the girdle, MELISSA/Melissa - alleviates the suffering of women in childbed, MUNY′CHIA/Mounuchia - derived from the Attic port-town of Munyhia, OENOA′TIS/Oinôatis - surname of Artemis, O′RTHIA/Orthia/Orthias/Orthôsia - regarded as the goddess of the moon, ORT′YGIA/Ortugia - derived from the island of Ortygia, PARTHE′NIA/Parthenia - the maiden, PHERAEA/Pheraia - surname of Artemis at Pherae in Thessaly, PHOEBE/Phoibê - regarded as the female Phoebus or sun, PHO′SPHORUS/Phôsphoros - occurs as a surname of several goddesses of light, PITANA′TIS/Pitanatis - derived from the little town of Pitana in Laconia, where she had a temple, SARO′NIS/Sarônis - surname of Artemis at Troezene, SARPEDO′NIA/Sarpêdonia - derived from cape Sarpedon in Cilicia, SOTEIRA/Sôteira - the saving goddess, TAU′RICA/DEA/hê Taurikê - the Taurian goddess, TAURIO′NE/TAURO/TAURO′POLOS/TAURO′POS/Tauriônê, Taurô/Tauropolo/Taurôpos - originally a designation of the Tauran goddess,

THOANTEA - a surname of the Taurian Artemis, UPIS/Oupis - assisting women in child-birth, Αγροτερη/Agrotera - Of the Hunt, Δικτυνναια/Dictynnaea - Of the Hunting Nets, Φεραια/Pheraea - Of the Beasts, Ελαφιαια/Pheraea - Of the Deer, Δαφναιη/Daphnaiê - Of the Laurel-Tree, Κεδρεατις/Kedreatis - Of the Cedar-Tree, Καρυαι/Karyai - Of the Walnut-Tree, Καρυατις/Karyatis - Of the Walnut-Tree, Λιμναιη/Limnaiê - Of the Lake, Λιμνατις/Limnatis - Of the Lake, Ἑλεια/Hêleia - Of the Marshes, Ευρυνωμη/Eurynômê - Of Broad Pastures, Λυκειη/Lykeiê - Of the Wolves, Λευκοφρυηνη/Leukophruênê - Of the White-(Bird?), Παιδοτροφος/Paidotrophos - Nurse of Children, Φιλομειραξ/Philomeirax - Friend of Young Girls, Ορσιλοχια/Orsilokhia - Helper of Childbirth, Σελασφορος/Selasphoros - Light-Bringer, Φωσφορος/Phôsphoros - Light-Bringer, Σωτειρα/Sôteira - Saviour, Ἡμερασια/Hêmerasia - She who Soothes, Ὑμνιη/Hymniê - Of the Hymns, Ἡγεμονη/Hêgemonê - Leader (of Dance, Choir), Κορδαξ/Kordax - Of Cordax Dance, Αριστη/Aristê - Best and Excellent, Ευκλεια/Eukleia - Of Good Repute, Καλλιστη/Kallistê - Very Beautiful, Πατρωια/Patrôia - Of the Fathers or Ancestral, Βασιλεις/Basileis - Princess/Royal, Ἱερεια/Hiereia - Priestess, Πρωτοθρονιη/Prôtothroniê - Of the First Throne, Μουνυχια/Mounykhia - Of Munychia (Attica), Βραυρωνια/Braurônia - Of Brauron (Attica), Κορυφαια/Koryphaia - Of Mt Coryphus (Argos), Αιγιναιη/Aiginaiê - Of Aegina, Δερεατις/Dereatis - Of Dereum (Laconia), Αλφειαια/Alpheiaiai - Of Alpheus R. (Elis), Αλφειωσια/Alpheiôsia - Of Alpheus R. (Elis), Αλφειουση/Alpheiousê - Of Alpheus R. (Elis), Λυκοη/Lykoê - Of Lycoa (Arcadia), Σκιατις/Stymphalia - Of Scias (Arcadia), Στυμφαλια/Skiatis - Of Stymphalus (Arcadia), Κνακαλησια/Knakalêsia - Of Mt Cnacalus (Arcadia), Αιτωλη/Aitôlê - Of Aetolia, Αμαρυσιη/Amarysiê - Of Amarynthus (Euboea), Αμαρυνθια/Amarynthia - Of Amarynthus (Euboea), Φεραια/Pheraia - Of Pherae (Thessaly), Ροκκαια/Rhokkaia - Of Rhocca (Crete), Μυσια/Mysia - Of Mysia, Αστυρηνη/Astyrênê - Of Astyra (Troad), Κολοηνης/Koloênês - Of Coloe (Lydia), Εφεσια/Ephesia - Of Ephesus (Caria), Κινδυας/Kindyas - Of Cindya (Caria), Περγαια/Pergaia - Of Perge (Pamphylia), Σκυθια/Skythia - Of Scythia, Ταυρια/Tauria - Of Tauric Chersonese, Ταυροπολος/Tauropolos - Of Taurus-City (Scythia), Ιφιγενεια/Iphigeneia - Of Iphigenia (heroine), Σαρωνις/Sarônis - Of Saron (hero Argos), Κναγια/Knagia - Of Cnageus (hero Sparta), Ελαφιαια/Elaphiaia - Of Elaphius (hero Elis), Καλλιστω/Kallistô - Of Callisto (heroine Arcadia), Λαφρια/Laphria - Of Laphrus (hero Phocis), Σαρπεδωνια/Sarpedônia - Of Sarpedon (hero Lycia?), Προπυλαιη/Propylaiê - Of the Gate, Ορθια/Orthia - Of the Steep, Αγοραια/Agoraia - Of the Market-Place, Απανχομενη/Apankhomenê - Strangled Lady, Λυγοδεσμη/Lygodesmê - Willow-Bound, Αστρατεια/Astrateia - Stayed the Advance, Ἑυριππα/Heurippa - Horse-Finder, Πειθω/Peithô - Persuasive, Πυρωνια/Pyrônia - Of the Fire, Κολαινις/Kolainis - Hornless,

Docked (Animal), Κονδυλεατις/Kondyleatis - Of Knuckles? (kondylos), Λευκοφρυνη/Leukophrynê - White-Toad?, -Bird?, Κοκκωκη/Kokkôkê - Of Berry-Seed? (kokkos), Κνακεατις/Knakeatis - Of Wolves? (knêkias, knakias), Αναιιτις/Anaiitis - (Lydian Goddess?), Ισσωρια/Issôria - unkown, Νεμυδια/Nemydia - unkown, Πωτνια Θερων/Pôtnia Therôn - Queen of Beasts, Ποτνα Θεα/Potna Thea - Goddess Queen, Λητωις/Lêtôis - Daughter of Leto, Λατωια/Latôia - Daughter of Leto, Λητωιας/Lêtôias - Daughter of Leto, Ἑκατη/Hekatê - Far-Shooting, Ἑκατηβολος/Hekatêbolos - Far-Shooting,Ἑκαεργε/Hekaerge - Worker from Afar, Ιοχεαιρα/Iokheaira - Of Showering Arrows, Χρυσηλακατος/Khrysêlakatos - Of the Golden Distaff, Χρυσαλακατος/Khrysalakatos - With Shafts of Gold, Αγροτερα/Agrotera - Of the Hunt, Θηροσκοπος/Thêroskopos - Hunter of Wild Beasts, Ελαφηβολος/Elaphêbolos - Deer-Shooting, Χρυσηνιος/Khrysênios - Of the Golden Reins, Χρυσοθρονος/Khrysothronos - Of the Golden Throne, Ευστεφανος/Eustephanos - Well-Girdled/Sweet-Garlanded, Κελαδεινος/Keladeinos - Strong-Voiced, Κελαδεινη/Keladeinê - Lady of Clamours, Ἁγνη/Hagnê - Chaste/Pure, Παρθενος/Parthenos - Virgin/Maiden, Αιδοιος παρθενος/Aidoios Parthenos - Revered Virgin, Προστατηρια/Prostatêria - Standing Before/Guardian, Αρτεμισιον/Artemision - Temple of Artemis, Ταυροπολιον/Tauropolion - Temple of Taurian Artemis, Εφεσιον/Ephesion - Temple of Ephesian Artemis

Attedees• OKEANIDES Cloud-Nymphai (only 60 of the 3000), NAIADES Fresh-water Nymphai (only some), BRITOMARTIS Goddess of Nets, Apotheosed girl-companions (ex- Phylonoe, Polyboia, Iphigeneia, Oupis), Mortal hunting companions (ex- Kallisto, Hippolytos)

Equivalents (alike but not the same)• Diana (Roman), Selene (Greek), Artume (Etruscan), Flidais (Celtic), Skadi (Norse), Bendis (Thracian goddess), Bastet (Egyptian goddess), Perasia (Cappadocian goddess), Tauria (Taurian goddess)

Signs their reaching out• Sudden pull to research her, to hunt, suddenly meeting people hunting, being a girl group all of sudden, focusing on yourself and not sexuality.

Vows/omans• being a sacred Virgin/unmarried forever

Number• 6

Morals• Morally dark.

Personality• Introverted and independent temperament, practical, adventurous, athletic, and prefers solitude, she loves hunting, she is focused.

Home• Mount Olympus but does spend a lot of time in the forest.

Mortal or immortal • Immortal

Facts• Artemis was both a hunter of wild animals and their protector, she helped Leto birth to Apollo (suggesting that she was already mentally developed in the wound.)

Curses• miscarriage, Stunted growth, Illness & disease, Sudden death, plague

Blessings• Success in hunting, fishing, and fowling, Successful delivery, good health

Roots• She was first mentioned on 700 BC, by Hesiod, In the Theogony she was born on the island of Delos.

Parentage• Zeus and Leto

Siblings• Apollo (twin brother and full sibling), Aeacus, Angelos, Aphrodite, Ares, Athena, Dionysus, Eileithyia, Enyo, Eris, Ersa, Hebe, Helen of Troy, Hephaestus, Heracles, Hermes, Minos, Pandia, Persephone, Perseus, Rhadamanthus, the Graces, the Horae, the Litae, the Muses and the Moirai.

Pet• Deers/Doe, they pull her chariot

Appearance in astral or gen• usually depicted as a girl or young maiden with a hunting bow and quiver of arrows

Festivals • Mounukhia, Artemisia (6th June, Modern festival of Artemis where anything goes, celebrating freedom and modern inspiration), Elaphebolia (6 Elaphebolion, March-April, Festival of Artemis the deer hunter), Kharisteria (6 Boedromion September-October, Festival of thanks to Artemis for Athen’s survival of the Persian assault at Marathon), Mounykhia (16 Mounykhion April-May, Festival of Artemis the light bringer), Philokhoria (Modern observance – Summer Solstice, A joint festival of Artemis and Apollo), Sixth (6th each month, Sacred to Artemis), Thargelia (6-7 Thargelion May-June, Birthday of Apollon and Artemis, first fruit offerings and purification festival)

Season • April and March

Day • Monday

Secred places• Ephesus/Turkey, Island Delos, Aitolia in Greece, Greek Island Lykia in Anatolia

Status• Greek goddess, in the theoi.

Planet• Moon, (some also believe Venus.)

Her Tarot cards• the high priestess, the temperance card, and the page of wands

Scents/Inscene • Jasmine and lemon, mrryth, frankincense

Prayers•

Prayer 1

Welcome beloved Artemis, our keen-eyed queen, I beg you hear me now. I pray you guide me that I might find the way. I pray you strengthen me that I might persevere along it. Make my discernment as yours that I might find worthy aims. Make my instinct as yours that I might seize worthy opportunities. Welcome sister of Apollo, golden huntress, we honor and thank you.

Prayer 2

Fleet-footed Artemis, keen-eyed daughter of Zeus and gentle Leto, sister of bright Apollo, we see your shadow in the woods, the curve of your bow, the flex of your arm, we hear the wind whisper as your arrows seek their mark–deadly your art, flawless your aim. Huntress you are, O Artemis, slayer of the stag and the boar, slayer of men and of women, death by your hand is death unforeseen. Maiden are you, goddess, and friend of maidens; ever-youthful one, your favor falls on the young, watching over young girls as they brave the world’s wonders, comforting the mother in the throes of her labor, keeping in your care the newborn babe. Artemis, shining maid of the wilderness, who takes pleasure in games, in contest and in merriment, who leads the nymphs in their carefree dance, whose clear voice we hear in the songs of young women and the hunter’s cry. Artemis, strong and tall, I praise and honor you.

3rd Prayer

I praise bright Artemis, fair as the budding branch, fair as the spotted fawn, brave as the young bear. From crafty Hephaistos you took the artful bow, the sharp-barbed shafts; from father Zeus you claimed your calling. Far-shooting Artemis, through the thick of the darkened wood you make your way, trailing boar and hare, swiftly and silently, your aim ever flawless, ever kind.

Prayer 4

Artemis, light-bringer, mountain-dweller, graceful one who runs through thorn and thistle with never a scratch, goddess unparalleled, friend of mothers in their travels, friend of maidens, friend of the pretty nymphs, in old Arcadia you roamed the wilderness, in Tauris you took the blood of men, in Ephesus you wore the mural crown. The fire of youth is in you, goddess, the bold and valiant spirit that marks a child as yours. Free-hearted Artemis, worthy daughter of Leto, I honor you always.

5th Prayer

I praise you, Artemis, free-hearted child of Zeus and blessed Leto, courageous goddess who roams the wildwoods with silver bow at hand. Artemis of many names, Artemis of many lands, your temples stood shining and tall, in cities and in villages. In the long days of summer the maidens dance in your honor; in Brauron were the little she-bears under your care. Artemis, the mountains are yours to wander, fleet-footed and firm of step; the wilds of the world are dear to you, O guardian of wood and of beast. Goddess who takes joy in dance and song, companion of the laughing nymphs in all their play, of all young maids you are the swiftest and the strongest, the fairest and the first, in skill and grace the greatest.

Websites/sources in comments.

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Artemis who is the light, and the arrow in the bow, and the bullet in a hunting gun, and the same string In a lyre and a bow. May we all praise the wise huntress, Who is gentle to young girls and the bringer of Swift death from her golden bow.

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Parterre du Nord : Le Rémouleur, fondu par les Frères Keller en 1688.

L'Art et la mode Décembre 1952

Patricia Prunonosa wears a three-quarter length coat in string-colored Indian lambskin. The thick sleeves are gathered into French cuffs. By Weil Furs, hat by Claude St-Cyr.

Patricia Prunonosa porte un manteau trois-quarts en agneau des Indes de ton ficelle. Les grosses manches sont resserrées dans des poignets mousquetaire. Par Fourrures Weil, chapeau de Claude St-Cyr.

Photo Georges Saad

#l'art et la mode #décembre 1952 #fashion 50s #fall winter #automne hiver #weill #milliner #claude st-cyr #patricia prunonosa #georges saad #château de versailles #vintage fashion #vintage magazine

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saturniasxenos · 9 months ago

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Aphrodite Themed NPT ID Pack

Hello my lovelies, inside this pack you'll find pronouns, titles, names and genders that have a connection / relation to Lady Aphrodite, love, roses, doves, beauty, the sea, and all alike.

Lady Aphrodite is the most beautiful goddess. 🩷

Us humans, nonhumans, therians, and alike are all beautiful as well. 🩷

Pronouns:

Am/Ambro/Ambrosia/Ambrosias/Ambrosiaself

Aq/Aqu/Aqua/Aquas/Aquaself

Aqua/Aquama/Aquamarine/Aquamarines/Aquamarineself

Ap/Appl/Apple/Apples/Appleself

Bea/Beaut/Beauty/Beautys/Beautyself

Co/Cora/Coral/Corals/Coralself

Cha/Char/Charm/Charms/Charmself

Do/Dov/Dove/Doves/Doveself

Fo/Foa/Foam/Foams/Foamself

Gra/Grac/Grace/Graces/Graceself

Gra/Grace/Graceful/Gracefuls/Gracefulself

Gar/Garde/Garden/Gardens/Gardenself

Hea/Hear/Heart/Hearts/Heartself

Ja/Jasmi/Jasmine/Jasmineself

Lo/Lov/Love/Loves/Loveself

Myr/Myrt/Myrtle/Myrtles/Myrtleself

Mi/Mirr/Mirror/Mirrors/Mirrorself

Moon/Moonsto/Moonstone/Moonstones/Moonstoneself

Pea/Pear/Pearl/Pearls/Pearlself

Po/Pop/Poppy/Poppys/Poppyself

Pi/Pin/Pink/Pinks/Pinkself

Pur/Purp/Purple/Purples/Purpleself

Qua/Quart/Quartz/Quartzs/Quartzself

Rose/Rosequa/Rosequartz/Rosequartzs/Rosequartzself

Ro/Ros/Rose/Roses/Roseself

Rho/Rhodon/Rhodonite/Rhodonites/Rhodoniteself

Re/Red/Reds/Reds/Redself

She/Shell/Shells/Shells/Shellself

Sea/Seashe/Seashell/Seashells/Seashellself

Se/Sea/Seas/Seas/Seaself

Spa/Sparr/Sparrow/Sparrows/Sparrowself

Swa/Swan/Swans/Swans/Swanself

Swa/Swall/Swallow/Swallows/Swallowself

Va/Vani/Vanilla/Vanillas/Vanillaself

Ve/Venu/Venus/Venuss/Venusself

🫀/🫀's

🩷/🩷's

🩵/🩵's

❤/❤'s

💚/💚's

💜/💜's

💗/💗's

❣️/❣️'s

💕/💕's

💞/💞's

🐬/🐬's

🦢/🦢's

🕊/🕊's

🌹/🌹's

🍎/🍎's

Titles:

(X) Who Is Beautiful

Devotee of Aphrodite

Rosebud

(X) Who Loves

Child of Aphrodite

Lover of Doves

Lover of Swans

Lover of The Sea

Collector of Shells

(X) Who Nurtures

Risen From The Sea

Dancing In The Rose Field

Call of The Sparrow

Call of The Dove

Protector of Swans

Protector of The Sea

Protector of Sparrows

(X) Who Loves Doves

Names:

Fem: Aziza, Ahava, Adrianna, Asherah, Amy, Amandine, Amanda, Adora, Adoration, Amorra, Amarissa, Amadea, Amara, Amy, Adelpha, Annabelle, Aimee, Brooks, Charity, Coral, Cara, Carys, Cher, Cerys, Cordelia, Darya, Elska, Eri, Esha, Esme, Freya, Halia, Ines, Ivy, Ife, Juliet, Kasumi, Kailani, Kerensa, Laguna, Libi, Love, Mila, Mai, Milena, Minna, Marina, Moana, Mabel, Mia, Nereida, Pippa, Rain, Rose, Rosie, Rosa, Suki, Sandy, Talia, Valentina, Venus, Yang,

Masc: Alon, Adrian, Agapito, Agapius, Amor, Amantius, Amato, Amias, Aziz, Adonis, Beck, Beau, Conor, Connor, Cordian, Caspian, Connelly, Corwin, Caleb, Dilan, Dewey, Desiderio, David, Dariel, Deniz, Darrell, Erasmus, Erazem, Erastus, Eros, Fenmore, Firth, Finn, Hudson, Hart, Jed, Kevan, Kevin, Kordian, Kiefer, Kaito, Liev, Lev, Leif, Lennon, Liam, Leofric, Manju, Milos, Obi, Pacificus, Philip, Romeo, Rasmus, Rhys, Rudo, Sajan, Triton, Taddai, Taddeo, Thaddeus, Valentino, Valentine,

Neu: Aroon, Arrow, Adair, Amadeus, Aire, Aiko, Amoris, Anbu, Cariad, Caro, Ceri, Caron, Glyndwr, Ingrid, Jorah, Kealoha, Keris, Kerensa, Kama, Kamaka, Ler, Maite, Mirren, Muir, Navy, Ocean, Paris, Sailor, Shui, Siran, Tutku, Vale, Vashti, Yaretzi,

Genders:

Lovememory - It could be related to having memories of love ; memories of love being a part of your identity ; memories of love from / in ones past life ; and etcetera.

Idolovea - a gender related to idols & love! Being an idol of love , a love idol , an idol who spreads love , an idol who loves , etc!

Puramour -a gender where your only purpose is to find love .

Amoncitte - A gender Related to Ones hand Intwirled on Anothers , Feather light Kisses , Gentle care , Love letters , Sweet Nothings , Cherishment , && Pure Love.

Redstringic - a gender related to the concept of the red string of fate. this gender is related to love, the concepts of soulmates ( of any type of love ), && feeling complete.

Agapelic - a gender that embodies agape: godly love, also known as the highest form of love, unconditional and boundless. this gender feels intense and may be connected to divinity, or a godly being that represents agape.

Loverlexic - a lexic gender related / connected to the word ''lover''. this gender may or may not be related to romance, that's up for the user to decide!

Loveincarnic - a gender connected to loving love and loving being a lover.

Rosweetphrasic - A gender related to the phrase "A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet."

#Aphrodite Npt Pack #aphrodite worship #aphrodite deity #npt blog #npt pack #npt ideas #npt list #npt suggestions #aphrodite npt #lovegender #rosegender #love npt #xenogender #mogai #mogai friendly #xenogender community

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writtenjewels · 9 months ago

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Maternity Ward part 3

Part One, Part Two

Jason managed to find a sports channel on the television so Penny could have something distracting when her next contraction hit. He kept a mental record of the interval between each one, and how long they lasted. Since Penny was still refusing to let Jason call Ben, it looked like he was going to be her birthing coach later.

At least he was finally behaving like a normal person around Doctor Othman. Granted, Jason's heart still fluttered and he knew his eyes lingered on the older man more often than necessary, but he was managing to string his words together without blushing. It helped that the doctor was friendly and very kind and patient while working with Penny. Watching him, Jason felt good about trusting the guy with his sister and her baby.

“Doc, do they got any ice cream in this place?” Penny asked after Othman finished checking her.

“No, but there is a store close by that sells it.”

“Could ya show Jason?” She gestured to her brother. “I need some Rocky Road.”

“Of course,” the doctor agreed with a smile. He turned expectantly to Jason.

“You know when she asked for ice cream, she don't just mean a fuckin' cone,” Jason said once they were out of the room.

“Yes, I gathered that much,” Othman replied. “Don't worry, my friend. The store I have in mind sells it by the quart.” They fell quiet for a moment. Othman greeted a few of the nurses as they passed by. They were at the elevator heading outside when the doctor spoke again. “What is a banker's favorite flavor of ice cream?”

“I don't got any idea,” Jason said with a confused frown.

“Mint.” Othman delivered the word with a gleam in his eyes. Jason let out a snort, and Othman grinned at him. Fuck, it was unfair how attractive this guy was. Handsome, sure, but also funny and cute and his voice was nice and low with the lilt of an accent. Jason smirked at him, wanting to tease the guy a little.

“I guess you didn't get your PHD in comedy, huh?”

“You are mistaken about that, Jason,” Othman retorted. “The PHD stands for 'pretty hilarious doctor'.” This time Jason laughed out loud. Othman looked all too pleased with himself.

“Didn't realize you were such a smart-ass,” Jason grunted. Othman just smiled, eyes still twinkling. They made it into the store and Jason bought the Rocky Road. “How 'bout one for you, Doc?”

“Oh, no, thank you. And you can call me Salim, if you like.”

“Okay. Uh, Salim.” His insides nearly exploded from the way they fluttered at the name. Jason cleared his throat. “You sure about the ice cream?”

“I'm sure. I wouldn't be able to eat it all before it melted, anyway.”

“Hospital keeps ya busy, I guess,” Jason mused. He stepped up to the register to buy the ice cream. He grabbed a few other snacks while he was there.

“Yes, but I enjoy my work. What about you?”

“You mean work?” Jason took his purchases with a thanks to the cashier and walked with Salim back to the maternity ward. “I donno. I can't say I enjoyed my last job, but I was good at it.” He didn't say more, but after some silence, he sighed. “I can hear you thinking.”

“I'm just trying to imagine what work you would be good at,” Salim told him. “Not dietitian, certainly. You only bought junk food at that store.”

“Fuck off, smart-ass,” Jason huffed, though he was grinning. Salim smirked back at him. The two of them stopped at the door to Penny's room. “See you in a few, Salim.”

“I'll be back soon.”

Jason watched him go before stepping into the room and handing over the ice cream. He imagined what he would say to his sister: Bad news, Penn. I've got a huge crush on your doctor.

#house of ashes #jason kolchek #salim othman #jason/salim #jalim #jason x salim #jason kolchek x salim othman

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briarpatch-kids · 4 months ago

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does have suggestions for starting seeds from seeds in an apartment? want hydroponics but dont know how start seeds in hydroponics so figure would start seeds other ways first + know egg containers and paper towel but figured would ask if tips for : 3

Look into the Kratky Method! Some people also modify it for quart jars by checking and refilling the nutrient solution every couple weeks.

Also for grow lights, a florescent garage light works better and is cheaper than grow lights. (We refer to ours as The Sun lmao)

Learn what leggy seedlings look like to know if you plants need more light. Generally those purple string LEDs are not strong enough.

For your specific situation, I'd want to experiment with foam floats in the snail tanks similar to Aztec chinampas. There are a few guides online and it helps absorb the nitrogen in the tanks.

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ladyhayaakawa · 1 year ago

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Chronology of us (as it is, as it was, as it will be)

haijme iwaizumi x f!reader, kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

For you, life is synonymous with the azure blue of the Johsai, and love rings with the cadences of Hajime’s voice. But life is cruel, and power vicious, and you wonder if this devotion will lead to your demise.

tags/warnings — period typical misogyny, childhood friends to lovers?, strangers to lovers??, hurt/comfort, manipulation, abuse of power/authority, aged up characters, objectification of women, depictions of violence, depressed reader, self-image issues, pining, blatant mischaracterisation, minors dni

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There are ghosts living in these marble veins.

Diaphanous remnants of a distant past embedded in the Calacatta, souls lost in these endless corridors, worries of life long decayed into pity for the living. Or sympathy. Or something, something even remotely generous and rueful enough to push the hands of the clock as far back as they would go. For you.

Slow down, please.

Just a bit more.

You trip over the hem of your skirt, unsightly in the way you fall, feet bound by fear. And the minutes are pushed back further. Angels, you think. There must be angels in these walls. Someone must be watching over you.

(King’s summons. Present yourself at the palace at a quart to noon. His Majesty has urgent matters at hand he would like to discuss.)

Please. One more second.

The maidservant makes no move to help you, instead halting their steps and keeping their back to you, sparing some resemblance of privacy for you to compose yourself, a guest of undignified blood. You see how their gold sleeves catch the midday sun, and you think of a blade far more merciful than the one you’re being led towards, geta steps singing muted death knells. You are but a prey shepherded to be bled dry under the guise of tea. Fear washes away the little composure you had, and the silken creases are forgotten as you rise.

It is past a quart to noon, and the doors open.

“Your highness, the lady is here.”

You bow, and you bow deep. You do not meet his eyes. A king revered for his cunning, a man feared for the hands he’s played on his family to rise through the ranks. King Washijo was of a frail build, imposing yet in the way he commanded the space to bend to his will, and you iron down the urge to run.

“It is an honour to be here, Your Highness. My father sends his greetings.”

The box is put aside. Fine China from his travels. The king is known for his collections. He collects everything he deems collectable; gems, jewels, souls, people.

(he uproots and he steals, he presses and plunders and burns until the vestiges of mortal nature are breathed out. He collects until the worldliness in his eyes has nothing to gorge on, lives laid to waste. He seeks the essence of owning, of hands laden with puppet strings, of owning in the truest sense).

Please.

“Is the tea to your liking?”

You feel the heat from the liquid seep through the ceramic. The heat doesn’t help the nausea on your tongue. You hear the amusement in his words, and it burns. Your fear, to your belated realization, it pleases him.

You take a sip.

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One of the ribbons is done wrong.

You feel the silver findings of the corset dig into your spine, and it’s hard to stand straight. Yet all your squirming hardly reflects the state of wretchedness you feel. You try to hide it, all the eyes watching you in your misery, guised under a drink and small talk and musings of the weather being too hot, but it’s there, the eyes watching you drown under the weight of your pained heart. Tears tampered down, and sobs swallowed, but your mask falters eventually, and you find yourself pushing past the tapestries and slipping into a side room. The door closes and you whimper.

It is dark, and the dark presses down on you, and for a second you contemplate tearing off the back of the damned fabric. You act on it faster than you can steep on the consequences, and cool air kisses down your back. Your headpiece is next.

There’s a cough, and a slight shuffle. Your fingers fly to muffle your scream. And to save your dignity too, but it slips.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, my lady. I apologise. I will leave first.”

You pin yourself against the door, veins alight from panic, and the slow press of shame on your back. Your dress is torn. You tore it. And now this stranger seemingly knows your hiding place, and you need to leave. Its too dark, and you still can’t breathe.

“Please, I apologise for intruding. I’ll leave.”

“But Your Ladyship–”, he begins, stepping out of the nook. There’s barely any light other than the sole gas bulb above your heads, but his eyes are averted. He heard you. He must think you a maniac. “–I think it’s better I leave. Your dress…I heard-”

I need to hide. I need to be alone. This hurts. Please.

The door handle is cold against your palm, and you turn to leave.

“My Lady, please. It would not fare well for either of us. You are notably-“ he clears his throat again. You mentally note to get him ginger candy if you see him again.

“-dishevelled.”

He steps into the light sphere cast on the floor, hands pulling out of his dress coat. There are stray jewels he carefully treads around. You eye him warily as he hands his coat to you.

“Do you require assistance? I can call someone–“

I’m dying inside, please. I do not care.

He meets your reluctant gaze, and you see what you think looks like pity in the hazy depths of amber. Hair flattened by the heat of the room, his eyes hide behind layers of melancholy; amber dulled by murky desolation and pain.

You see yourself reflected in his eyes, a reflection aged a few years.

“My Lady?”

You take the coat. It smells of grass.

“Thank you, Lord Kuroo.”

Surprise splays across his face for a moment, and you realise he is younger than he looks. Maybe misery does that, you think, maybe its the abrasive weathering of life sanding out edges into quiet kindness. He bends down slowly, knees quietly protesting as he salvages the remnants of your hairpins. You can’t see any of the famed limp in his gait- maybe today is a so-called good day, one that you now blame yourself for ruining. He holds out the broken pins, and you push them into your newfound pockets. The pain is welcome on your skin.

The gas lamp flickers, and he leaves with a soft click.

One of the Nekomas, the lady earlier had pointed out. The only one left.

For you, life is synonymous with the azure white emblem of a certain family–selfishly betrothed upon birth to a son aged a few weeks, your father tried to forge his way into the noble ranks, leaving you at their door as soon as you could walk. You had no mother, no one to shape you into a lady of society, so you leeched off pity and suckled for kindness at whatever teat sympathised, wondering when it would dry out. They clothed you, bathed and fed the same love as the heir, loved you as their own. And yet, you knew it would come to this.

This, you feared, was the extent of their pity (your lifeline had dried out).

Reigning in your sobs, you sink down to the floor, palms pressed into your eyes. This is hardly the place to fall apart, and you know not what other might say about your messed up appearance, what rumours this will birth. The capital society is far more ruthless than the duchy, and yet you could not care less. You faintly hear what you presume to be Kuroo’s voice telling someone the room is occupied, and with a deep breath, you stand up to leave. There, by the door, Kuroo stood guard, in a quiet bid to dissuade anyone from further intruding on your sorrow. Refusing to meet his eyes, you nod gratefully and slow down to quieten your steps.

You can only pray you don’t have stray gazes on your back from the ballroom, and the path outside is empty. Can you even take the carriage home alone when you two came here together? Should you even be worried about that?

“Y/N? Y/N, wait. Please Y/N!?”

You turn to see Iwaizumi walking to you, eyes hidden in the shadow of the ballroom behind him. There, in that moment, you see him as you had all these years, and more. Ethereal, untouchable, golden; far too out of reach for the likes of you. The sole lead in all daydreams painted in the moments you stole and hid away between the layers of lace on you, flannels weighed down with the reek of hope- silly girl, you think. So, so silly. You did this to yourself. He would never marry you.

(rooms upon rooms of watercolour portraits of the life you thought you two would have; brushes wasted away under the slow crush of your love.)

Now it’s all about to end.

“Y/N, I-where were you? Why—”, he eyes your hair, trailing down to the garment around you “—what happened? I-“

“I tripped. A kind man helped. ” I’m not hurt, I’m not hurt. Please don’t leave me.

His eyes scour over you, but he questions it no further. You see his hand reach out for you, and you hate yourself for revelling in the warmth seeping through his gloves. You know what comes next- apologies, guilt, and pain, pain galore. You could recite what lay under the deerhide on his skin- a raised gash on the forefinger, the slight crook of the thumb- you know how they feel from the rare times he deigned himself to be your escort and had forgone the gloves. He maintains it very well, this act, the facade of being devoted.

His warmth seeps through to your flesh, across the barriers and emotional distance between you two, and you want to keep holding on. There is comfort in the way his palm envelopes yours, fleeting and bitter. You greedily swallow the last bit of warmth you will ever receive from him, before moving away. Not now. Please. You signal a footman.

“Please call for a carriage. I’m not feeling very well. I–” turning to Iwaizumi, “–we can continue this discussion at a later time.”

“I will drop you off–”. “There is no need.”

Iwaizumi states at his palm for a second before clearing his throat.

“Will you be going back home?”

Home. The syllable sours your mouth. “I need to visit my father.”

“Is something amiss–”

“No. I just–” I can’t do this.

He looks at you in concern, and you will yourself not to cry.

“I’ll see you tomorrow noon, Y/N. Take care.”

Later, in the darkness of the carriage, you know you will take this moment, fold it like one of the bookmarks he once taught you to fold, and hide it under what’s left of your heart.

(the house is on fire, and you run to save the paintings)

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“Is the tea to your liking?”

You stare at your still-full cup, resentment wisping up from deep in you. Your ring finger is bare, it’s been too long, it’s your fault, too much compliance, too weak—

“You seem to know why I called you here today.”

You meet his eyes, and you find you can’t read much beyond the blatant apathy. He’s shown his hand, and you know you’ve lost already, much more than all that at stake. His insouciance hardly irks you, markedly different from the fatherly image from the night of the ball. You know he has woven the strings into the perfect web for all those he has set his eyes on, and you have no choice but to dance to his will.

(But Hajime Iwaizumi is all you have, all you had, he is more than all the rooms of impressionist daydreams; you cannot lose him)

“Your Majesty, I-“

You find that you cannot speak.

(Words begging not to leave you. Words refusing to form)

“You will be suitably compensated. Honour, gold, I will personally see to it…you’ll be comfortable for the rest of your life.”

(he collects, and he hungers for the teal and white emblem and their reverence. he presses and plunders until they are left in their finest form. bare bones of immortality in the pages of history. no longer a name but associated with royalty. no longer a family but the family of a king and his daughter)

You can’t help but feel a little like something illicit being buried, out of no fault of your own. A third person in your own betrothal, a mistress to your betrothed. Why? Why you? What is so awfully wrong with you?

You concentrate on keeping the tears at bay, staring at the patterns on your skirt and wondering if you had been happy at the time these very threads was woven into tangibility. You quell a sob when he brings up strategies for quelling the rumours to be brought up surrounding your broken engagement, and he quietens.

Why?

You know why. He is acutely aware of the influence of the Aoba Johsai families, and his loosening foothold in the region. To have one of them under his wing, as family even, was a winning gambit.

(the Johsais were prominent supporters of the branches of the family he massacred for his collections, his family, and he keeps a heart, a bone and two nails as relics of his struggle. this, he thinks, is the price for the apotheosis of a king. he hungers their support. he will collect it like its his due.)

“You’ve been in the Iwaizumi house for long, haven’t you, child?”

Nod. Your whole life, in fact. Took your first waltz lessons there, had your debut, learnt to knot the ends of the threads in a sampler- moulded into the wife that the Iwaizumi heir would need. But needing hardly equals wanting, and here you are. Teeth sinking into loose sand and you try to stay afloat and tethered. You won’t-you can’t do this.

“You know what Iwaizumi has done for the kingdom, don’t you? How he’s saved our nation from certain ruin?”

Yes. Yes, he has. You also remember the weeks that would go by without any news from across the border, and how his mother would go without food or sleep, his father sleeping by the window to be the first to see his son return.

“As the king,” he pauses, “-as the father of the nation, as a father myself, I believe he must be rewarded suitably. And I see no better accolade for him than being welcomed into royalty. Don’t you think so?”

Bite down the words. You have nothing.

There is quiet resignation blooming in you, but you tamper it down. You have far too much of him all over you to get out of this unscathed. You cannot rid yourself of him, all of that is him, so purely, so painfully him, and expect to live on.

There is a brief pause where he observes you. A daughter of the lower ranks, a bid to climb the ladder, there is nothing more to you. No parentage to hold onto, the pity has run dry, and you are losing all that you have ever known.

Yet, you sink your teeth in and hold. Because that is all you can do.

Your voice shakes, but you tear the words off of your tongue.

“I will not break off the betrothal, Your Highness.”

I cannot. Please.

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life-winners-liveblog · 1 year ago

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*sends Redstone, cobblestone, normal stone, wood, string and quarts which are wrapped up in neat little present boxes to Tango with a note attached to it that reads*

From the whispers, for the cutest Tango in the void <3

PS. If you stay close to Jimbo here you'll be able to ask for anything.

LL!Scar: So what are you working on?

SL!Tango: Let's just say a deck is going out for a third time.

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thegreeks · 8 months ago

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A Love Beyond Time

The sun was just beginning to set, casting a golden hue over Pemberley. You stood in the sprawling gardens, inhaling the intoxicating scent of blooming roses. The soft rustle of leaves whispered secrets of love and happiness as the gentle breeze caressed your cheeks. Today was your wedding day, a day you had dreamed of since hearing tales and excitements of your very own elder sisters. Yet, this day was not just a fantasy; it was your reality.

You had captured the heart of Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy himself—the proud and brooding gentleman. It still amazed you that the man you had once admired from a distance was now yours.

As you adjusted your veil, the garden door creaked open, and a familiar warm presence filled the air. Mr. Darcy stepped outside, clad in his tailored black coat and waistcoat, his striking figure as handsome as ever. His dark hair caught the sunlight, and his blue eyes sparkled with something special—a mix of love and admiration that made your heart flutter.

“May I approach my bride?” he asked softly, a hint of mischief in his voice. There was always a gentle teasing beneath his serious demeanor, and it endeared him to you even more.

You nodded, your heart racing as he walked toward you, each step deliberate and graceful. “You look breathtaking,” he breathed, his gaze intense yet tender. The way he looked at you made the world fade away, leaving just the two of you surrounded by blossoms and the lingering scent of spring.

“Thank you, Mr. Darcy. And you are as handsome as ever,” you replied, a smile lighting up your face. Your cheeks flushed with warmth.

He reached for your hand, and the touch sent sparks through your fingertips. “I am glad that you are mine, at last,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “I have waited for this moment with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.”

“Trepidation?” you asked, playfully raising an eyebrow.

“Indeed,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “The vastness of my love for you can be daunting. What if I am unworthy of the honor of being your husband?”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “Mr. Darcy, you are the most worthy man I know. You have shown me kindness and love beyond measure.”

He smiled, a hint of relief washing over his features. “When I first met you, I was a man haunted by my pride and my prejudices. But you opened my heart in ways I never thought possible.”

The gentle rustle of garden leaves accompanied the tender silence that enveloped you both. Your fingers intertwined as you stood there, lost in each other’s gaze.

After what felt like an eternity, you glanced toward the grand entrance of Pemberley, where a small gathering of friends and family awaited you—those who had witnessed your blooming love.

“Shall we?” you asked, tilting your head toward the lively chatter and music.

“Yes, my dear,” he replied, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing it with a devotion that sent warmth flooding through you. “With you by my side, I fear not what lies ahead.”

As you walked hand in hand toward the awaiting guests, you relished each moment, every smile exchanged, every laugh shared. Mr. Darcy, steadfast and charming, engaged with your friends, his demeanor softened by the joy of your union. He was no longer just the proud gentleman of Derbyshire; he was a husband—a partner in every sense of the word.

During the ceremony, you exchanged vows under a magnificent oak tree that stood vigil over the garden, its branches swaying gently above you. You spoke of love, of understanding, and of a future woven together with shared dreams and quiet moments.

“By the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the clergyman declared, a smile on his face. The joy in your heart erupted as Mr. Darcy lifted your veil and pressed his lips to yours—a tender, lingering kiss that sealed your love for all who gathered to witness the promise you both had made.

The evening unfolded with laughter and dancing, the air filled with the sweet melody of a string quartet. Mr. Darcy held you close as you swayed to the music, your head resting on his shoulder. He leaned down, his breath warm against your ear. “You have made me a better man, and for that, I am eternally grateful.”

“And you have shown me that love transcends all, my dear Mr. Darcy,” you replied, looking up into his eyes, which sparkled with adoration.

As the stars began to twinkle overhead, the world faded into a soft blur. It was just you and Mr. Darcy, moving together through the evening, wrapped in a love story that went beyond time—a tale of courage, humility, and an undying bond destined to flourish.

In that moment, you knew that you had found your forever in each other—a love that would shine brightly, just as it did on that fateful day in the gardens of Pemberley.

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brothers

chapter three

verse: human au/2k12/idw rating: t word count: 3.6k

read on ao3!

Mikey really does not like working with Xever. In all of his defenses, there wasn’t really a great deal of people Mikey worked with that were overly nice or fun to be around, with the exception of Angel of course, he oftentimes found himself paired up with the kinds of people that were his exact polar opposite.

He greets him with a stiff nod of his head at the warehouse; as good as a hello or good morning than he’s ever gonna get. As they wait around outside for Hun to appear, he feels Xever’s eyes rake down his body – still dressed in Raph’s clothes from the day before, he’s sure he’s rocked up to work looking in a far worse state than he did right now. “Nice sweater,” Xever jeers, lip curling. “You going to church after this?” Mikey manages a meek, forced smile to appear at his lips. “Ha,” is all he says, fighting off the impending headache given to him from the night before. “Good one.” His phone chimes and when he looks down, there’s two new texts, one from Raph and a second one from Alopex. He’d texted Angel on his way out but it was probably going to be another long, few hours until she woke again to respond. The one from Raph simply reads,

talk when you get home. Whilst the other one from Alopex says,

love you alongside a string of orange colored emojis trailing behind it; no doubt Raph and her had held a conversation about his whereabouts over breakfast this morning, making his stomach drop about fifty feet down. He’s back to thinking about Leo’s stupid guest bathroom again when Hun finally appears. He strolls up to them, pausing to drink in the state of Mikey’s face when he grins. “How’s your head?” He asks, jamming the keys into the door without breaking eye contact. Mikey knows if he wants something, he’s going to have to ham it up, so he smiles sultry at him, curling his lip and says with a shrug of his shoulder, “Dunno. You tell me.” Xever calls him a crude name under his breath as the pair follow their boss into the building. It wasn’t much, just a deliberate front for Hun to work out his business from without causing too much of a fuss with the authorities sniffing around. The back room housed a little makeshift greenhouse, where their boss would be tended lovingly to his crop whilst his minions ran about the city and did his dirty work. A little bit of green was far from the worst of what was to come out of Hun’s empire, and Mikey was pretty front and center to such things. His gut curls at the thought, the benzo’s from last night having slowly slunk away out of his system, there’s an itch starting to crawl beneath his skin he’s so desperate to claw at.

“Gotta guy down on fifth,” Hun starts to explain, flicking a thumb over his phone, attention entirely on his screen rather than the two workers standing before him - this was just another Wednesday to him. “Wants a tester so give him the quart bag but nothing else. Don’t be fucking buffaloed by these assholes.” Xever nods stiffly and Mikey just hums in acknowledgement as to what they had to do. Dealing and selling was a far lot easier than having to get payments off people, he’d come to realize very quickly. More times than none he’d walked away from a job with bruised, bloody knuckles and a sick feeling in his chest that refused to go away for days on end until he reminded himself that the people he was ragging on were just as bad as Xever or Hun themselves. It didn’t stop the feeling from creeping back into his system of a night though, plaguing his subconscious like a dark shadow. “Half hour tops. I want you both back here after,” Hun says. He looks to Mikey, eyes flashing darkly. Half an hour, Mikey thinks to himself and he holds the eye contact fiercely. Then you can get what you want… for a price.

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culinary-vagabond · 3 months ago

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Recipe off the List: Sweet Potato Pie from Gullah Geechee Home Cooking

So I learned what sweet potato pie made with a purple varietal of sweet potatoes looks like: chocolate pie.

Uncooked and cooked (in that order):

Partner also said that the pie had the same floral note/taste on the front end like some really good dark chocolate has. Without the bitter backnote of dark chocolate. I'll have to take their word for it, I can't taste floral notes due to the anosmia and don't eat chocolate, especially not the super bitter dark chocolates Partner loves.

I can tell you that everyone in the house loved the pie. (Once I got kiddo to try a bite. Child was oddly resistant but immediately asked me to make it again once they found out I was taking the leftovers to work and ate some.) I noticed the improvements to the crust I could have made (thinner rollout) but damn. The potato filling? Full bodied, sweet without being cloying, and filling. You know you've had dessert after you've eaten a slice. Maybe I'll try adding cardamom and nutmeg in addition to the cinnamon, but it's pretty damn perfect as is.

Recipe: Keep

1 3/4 lbs. / 790g small sweet potatoes, unpeeled

1/2 cup / 1 stick / 115g unsalted butter, softened

1 cup / 220g packed brown sugar

1/4 cup / 125g all-purpose flour

2 tsp. ground cinnamon

2 large eggs, beaten

1 1/2 tsp. lemon extract

1 unbaked 9-inch bottom pie crust

Wash and boil the sweet potatoes in 2 to 3 quarts (2 to 2.8L) water until tender. Do not peel. Drain & allow to cool for 5 to 10 minutes.

Once cooled, remove the skins from the sweet potatoes. Place the flesh in a large mixing bowl. Beat with an electric mixer, occasionally stopping to remove the strings from the beaters, rinsing the beaters and continuing. Beat until all the strings are gone, 4 to 6 repetitions.

Preheat the oven to 350F / 170C.

Add the butter, brown sugar, flour, cinnamon, eggs, and lemon extract to the potatoes. Mix together well.

Pour into the unbaked pie crust, filling to the top. Bake for 1 hours. All to cool before serving.

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isabel0430 · 10 months ago

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Sinigang

Sinigang is a sour soup native to the Philippines. This recipe uses pork as the main ingredient. Other proteins and seafood can also be used. Beef, shrimp, fish are commonly used to cook sinigang.

I grew-up eating pork sinigang at least once a week with a saucer of fish sauce and crushed siling labuyo on the side as my dipping sauce. During rainy days, I enjoy my sinigang meal with rice and a few pieces of fried tuyo. These are small fish that were salted and dried under the sun. It is a good combination as far as I am concerned.

How to Cook Sinigang

1. Extract The Flavors From The Tamarind

The old school method of cooking sinigang makes use for fresh young tamarind. This has to be boiled until enough sourness is extracted from it. In this recipe, I boiled the tamarind in 2 quarts of water for 40 minutes. It can be done for up to 1 hour for optimal results.

Once the flavors are extracted from the fruit, the solid parts of the tamarind need to be removed. Do this by running the water into a kitchen sieve or a strainer. I recommend squeezing the tamarind afterwards. You will be surprised on how much flavors are left in the pulp

2. Boil The Tamarind Broth And Cook The Meat

Traditional sinigang is cooked plainly by boiling all the ingredients together. Start by pouring the tamarind broth (in step 1) into a cookware of your choice. Deep and wide pots are perfect for this.

Boil the liquid and then add some onion and tomato. This will add flavor to the broth. This is also the proper time to add the pork belly. Make sure to cover your pot so that the liquid can boil quickly.

Skim-off the floating scums, add a bit of fish sauce for flavor, and then cover and simmer until the pork becomes tender. This can take between 45 to 90 minutes depending on the quality of the meat.

3. Add The Vegetables Sequentially

Not all vegetables cook at the same time. This is the reason why I am adding the sinigang veggies by batch.

The first batch of veggies to add are daikon radish and eggplants. Some people also add their string beans at this point if they want it to be extra soft later on. I prefer mine to be a bit crisp.

After 5 minutes of cooking in low heat (above simmering temp), add the long green peppers, string beans, remaining tomatoes, and okra and continue cooking for 3 minutes.

4. Season It And Then Add The Remaining Ingredients

There is one vegetable that needs to be added yet. I am referring to the water spinach. I personally add the stalk and leaves on the later part of the process to retain its freshness. It is important to serve the soup right away (while piping hot) for best results.

For this step, I added the stalks of the water spinach and seasoned the dish with fish sauce (patis) and ground black pepper (this ingredient is optional). Quickly cook it for around 2 minutes before adding the water spinach leaves. Cover and turn the heat off. You will basically be cooking the leaves using the residual heat inside the pot. Do this for 3 to 5 minutes. It should be enough for you to prepare the rice and side dishes on the dining table before announcing to everyone that dinner (or lunch) is served.

What fruits are used in sinigang to make taste sour?

The quality of this dish depends on the souring agent. These fruit ingredients can make the soup sour:

Tamarind

The most common and widely used is unripe tamarind. It is known as sampaloc in the Philippines and this ingredient is where the popular “instant sinigang mixes” are derived from.

Young tamarind has a higher concentration of tartaric acid, which gives it a tangy and sour taste. This sourness is especially pronounced in young tamarind pods or when using the pulp extracted from them.

Guava

Guavas can vary in flavor depending on their ripeness and variety, but they typically have a sweet and tangy taste. Some varieties of guava can be more sour than others, especially if they are not fully ripe. However, ripe guavas tend to have a pleasant balance of sweetness and tartness. Overall, while guavas can have a slightly sour undertone, they are generally known for their sweet and aromatic flavor.

Bilimbi (Kamias)

Bilimbi is a tropical fruit-bearing tree originating from Indonesia, though it is also present in other regions of Southeast Asia and certain Pacific islands. The fruit of the bilimbi tree resembles a small cucumber or green chili pepper, typically measuring between 4 to 10 centimeters in length. Its taste profile is characterized by a tart and sour flavor akin to that of a green plum or sour green apple.

In culinary practices, bilimbi finds frequent use in sour dishes, pickles, relishes, and preserves. It is also incorporated into various cuisines for curries, sauces, and salads. Given its acidic nature, bilimbi serves as a viable alternative to vinegar or tamarind in certain recipes. Furthermore, bilimbi holds significance in traditional medicine for its purported medicinal properties, believed to offer diverse health benefits.

Green Mango

Green mangoes are typically sour. The level of sourness can vary depending on the variety of mango and its stage of ripeness. Green or unripe mangoes have a firmer texture and a tart, tangy flavor due to their higher levels of acidity. As mangoes ripen and mature, they become sweeter and less sour, with a softer texture. Green mangoes are commonly used in various cuisines to add a sour or tangy flavor to dishes, such as salads, chutneys, pickles, and sauces.

Pineapple

Pineapple can contribute to making a soup taste sour, especially if it is used in large quantities or if the pineapple itself is particularly ripe and acidic. Pineapples contain natural acids, such as citric acid and malic acid, which can impart a tangy flavor to dishes.

The sourness of a pineapple is often balanced by its sweetness, creating a pleasant and refreshing taste. Some varieties of pineapples may be naturally sweeter or more acidic than others. Additionally, the way pineapples are grown, harvested, and stored can also affect their taste.

However, the degree of sourness imparted by pineapple will depend on various factors, including how it is prepared and cooked, as well as the other ingredients used in the soup. Overall, pineapple can contribute to making a soup taste sour, but its impact on the overall flavor will depend on the specific recipe and culinary preferences.

Cotton Fruit (Santol)

Cotton fruit, also known as santol, typically has a sour taste when unripe. However, as the fruit ripens, its flavor can vary. Ripe cotton fruit can be sweet with a hint of sourness, especially near the skin or closer to the seeds. The level of sourness can also depend on the specific variety of cotton fruit and individual preferences.

The best vegetable soup in the world!

What is sinigang?

Of the many soups and stews that proliferate Filipino cuisine, it can be sure that sinigang has no rival. Many meals, both in childhood and adulthood, have been spent sitting in front of the familiarly flavorful broth. Its inviting aroma belies a flavor unlike no other — tart, savory, and refreshing, one can’t help but fall in love with it! With many heralding it as the national Filipino food, it comes as no surprise that its reputation has spread far and wide across the world.

Pork Sinigang Recipe

Indeed, in 2021, travel guide TasteAtlas proclaimed our humble dish to be the best vegetable soup in the world! This should come as no surprise to us, either. After all, who can resist the warmth and comfort that a bowl of sinigang brings? Although a staple so common in every household, knowing that sinigang will be the main course of the day can’t help but elicit feelings of excitement and delight. No matter the weather nor the season, sinigang stands both the test of time and climate. This dish brings pleasure wherever it finds a home, and Filipinos continue to relish in its sour, but yummy taste.

Where does sinigang come from?

A mix of tender meat, fresh spinach, string beans, and tomatoes, as well as a dash (or more) of savory fish sauce, make for the perfect combination in simmering and incorporating each unique flavor with each other. Powerful and poignant, sinigang is a Filipino native, through and through. Its name, sinigang, originates from the Tagalog verb that directly translates to “to stew” — sigang! Because of its Tagalog name, many presume it to be Tagalog in origin as well. This yummy meal has relatives in other regions in the country as well, to be sure — yet none are quite like this classic soup that many have fallen in love with.

Pork Sinigang Recipe

Again, sinigang isn’t a dish so much as it is a cooking method. This is why, like we mentioned earlier, there are a wide number of variations of this delicious dish! These include your sinigang na hipon, a favorite seafood variant. Here, tender and fresh shrimp soak up all the vibrant flavors of your beloved stew. It’s important to keep your shrimp perfectly cooked, so it’s much easier to peel the skin off later on.

sinigang

And for something a little more out of the box? Try this sinigang mix inasal na manok! Now, these are two dishes you wouldn’t commonly associate with each other. But the thrilling flavors of a sinigang broth, coupled with the smoky taste of inasal, makes this a winning combination. This twist on another Filipino favorite breathes life into your everyday inasal recipe. Sample it for yourself!

Which sinigang variant is your favorite?

Sinigang Ingredients

Sinigang ingredients

Pork Belly – I am using 2 lbs. of pork belly for this recipe. This is the same cut of the pork that is used to make bacon. Aside from using pork, you may use beef, chicken, fish, and shrimp.

Young tamarind – This is unripe tamarind. It has a sour taste and is the traditional souring agent for this dish. Other

Water Spinach – Kangkong is the local name for water spinach. Make sure to wash this thoroughly before using.

String Beans – Sitaw, also known as snake beans is a regular component of this dish. Green beans (Baguio beans) can be used as an alternative.

Eggplant – Chinese or Japanese eggplant varieties are best for this dish. I am using 2 pieces for this recipe. Slice the eggplants diagonally or roll-cut it.

Daikon radish – Labanos is the local term for this vegetable. 1 medium sized daikon is enough for your sinigang na baboy. I consider this as an optional ingredient.

Long green pepper – Siling pansigang is a must have as far as I am concerned. You can substitute this with either Jalapeno or Serrano peppers.

Sinigang Alternative Ingredients

Sinigang na Baboy

This sinigang version makes use of pork belly. Any cuts of pork can be used to make it. Beef and fish can also be utilized.

I am using spinach in this recipe. It is actually an alternative ingredient to kangkong (water spinach), which is the most common type of leafy green vegetable used when cooking sinigang.

Sinigang mix is a powdered product that helps bring-in that good sour taste to sinigang. Old school methods requires boiling either fresh young tamarind or bilimbi for a long time until the flavors are extracted. It is your choice. It is a no-brainer, so I chose flavor and convenience.

Pork Sinigang

Tips & Tricks

Meat quality

The quality of the meat is an important factor to consider when cooking sinigang as it can affect your overall eating experience. Make sure to cook the meat until tender. You don’t want to challenge yourself by chewing the meat with all your might. Slow cooking or simmering the meat for 60 to 90 minutes (or longer as needed) makes it extra tender and also provides more flavor to the broth.

In addition, having moist meat is ideal. Fat plays an important role to this. Use either pork belly or pork shoulder to have this result.

Adding flavors to the broth

Onion and tomato brings-in flavor to the broth. Cook it during the initial steps. Some people like their tomato intact. If you are one of these people, I suggest to cook half of the tomato initially and add the remaining once the dish is almost done.

Working with available ingredients

You can still make sinigang even without all the vegetable in the list. All you need is pork, green leafy veggies, and the souring agent. Of course, water is essential for this recipe.

Sinigang for busy people

Busy people can use a slow cooker to cook sinigang. Make sure to add the spinach or kangkong only when you are about to eat. It is best to have these fresh.

Is sinigang really the national dish of the Philippines?

Though many make jokes and proclamations to the same effect, the truth of the matter is that sinigang is only the Philippine’s national dish unofficially. Regardless, some dishes may also rise to the challenge of national dish, and have separate camps of their own! Let’s take a look at some of them now.

pork sinigang panlasang pinoy

For starters, of course, you have sinigang’s topmost competition: adobo! Point blank, adobo is perhaps sinigang’s antithesis: where the latter is sour and tart and soupy, adobo is a salty, savory and saucy dish. The only thing they have in common is their use of juicy and tender pork belly as the main protein. Like sinigang, the term adobo refers to a general cooking method, and not necessarily one particular meal. To adobo something means to marinate it in a combination of soy sauce, vinegar, garlic, and peppercorn. These flavors intermingle so perfectly, you wouldn’t be able to tell one from the other. The result is, to be sure, a dish that is so umami you’d want to drizzle the sauce over your entire plate of rice!

What goes well with sinigang?

This is best served with a condiment composed of fish sauce and crushed fresh Thai chili pepper.

I grew up having salted fried herring (also known as tuyo) as a side dish for my sinigang. The saltiness of the fish complements the sour broth of the soup.

What is a substitute for kangkong?

Kangkong is one of the main ingredients for sinigang. It is recognized under names like water spinach, water morning glory, or Chinese spinach, is a verdant vegetable frequently incorporated into Southeast Asian cooking. With its delicate stems and leaves, it’s frequently prepared through stir-frying, steaming, or inclusion in soups and salads.

You can use the following as alternative ingredients: Spinach, Bok Choy, and Pak Choy.

Other popular Filipino dishes

An additional Filipino favorite would be the tasty lechon! Celebrations across the country just wouldn’t be a celebration without the presence of a gorgeously golden brown pig to complete it

Sinigang na Baboy

Try this Filipino Pork Sinigang Recipe. Let me know what you think. We can share ideas and let our opinions be heard by posting a comment.

pork sinigang panlasang pinoy

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Sinigang

Filipino sour soup with pork and vegetables

Prep: 10minutes minutes

Cook: 1hour hour

Ingredients

▢2 lbs. pork belly see notes

▢1 lb. young tamarind see notes

▢1 bunch water spinach chopped

▢8 pieces string beans cut into 2-inch pieces

▢2 pieces eggplants sliced

▢1 piece daikon radish see notes

▢8 pieces okras

▢2 pieces tomatoes sliced into wedges

▢2 pieces long green pepper

▢1 piece onion sliced into wedges

▢2 quarts water

▢Fish sauce and ground black pepper to taste

Instructions

Boil the young tamarind in 2 quarts of water for 40 minutes. Filter the tamarind broth using a kitchen sieve or a strainer. Squeeze the tamarind afterwards to extract its remaining juices.

1 lb. young tamarind, 2 quarts water

Pour the tamarind broth into a cooking pot. Let it boil and then add the onion, pork belly, and half the amount of the tomatoes.

2 lbs. pork belly, 1 piece onion, 2 pieces tomatoes

Skim-off the floating scums, pour 1 tablespoon fish sauce, cover and continue to simmer for 1 hour.

Fish sauce and ground black pepper

Add daikon radish and eggplants. Cook for 5 minutes.

1 piece daikon radish, 2 pieces eggplants

Add the long green pepper, string beans, remaining tomatoes, and okra. Cook for 3 minutes.

8 pieces string beans, 2 pieces tomatoes, 2 pieces long green pepper, 8 pieces okras

Add the chopped water spinach stalks and season with fish sauce and ground black pepper. Cook for 2 minutes.

Fish sauce and ground black pepper

Put the water spinach leaves. Cover and turn the heat off. Let the residual heat cook the leaves for 3 minutes before serving.

1 bunch water spinach

Share and enjoy!

Notes

Pork Belly – This is the best cut to use when cooking sinigang, in my opinion. The fat in the belly makes the meat moist which complements well to its tenderness. The other cuts of pork that I use are: pork shoulder, spare ribs, and pork neck bones.

Young Tamarind – Use only young tamarind if you want your soup to be sour. However, a combination of both young and ripe tamarind can be good too, especially if you like your soup to have a hint of sweetness.

Daikon Radish – This is an optional ingredient for sinigang.

Taro (gabi) – Adding taro to the dish will make the soup thicker. This is a version of the dish known as sinigang na baboy with gabi.

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askwhatsforlunch · 6 months ago

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Fruity Christmas Pudding

I've baked this rather special Chocolate and Apricot Figgy Pudding for the Holidays for a few years now, and it's always been a resounding success, both a decadent and moist and light dessert to indulge in until midnight strikes! I wanted to try something a bit different this year, and made this very Fruity Christmas Pudding. Laden with all sorts of dried fruit, mellowed and softened in Cognac, it is just as beautiful as the chocolate one! Happy Christmas, dears!!!

Ingredients (serve 6 to 8):

half a dozen large Medjool dates

half a dozen prunes

1/2 cup dried apricot

1/3 cup sultanas

1/3 cup dried cranberries

2 satsumas

1/3 cup good quality Brandy or Cognac (like Hennessy)

6 tablespoons unsalted butter, softened + more for greasing

½ cup demerara sugar

1 thumb-sized piece fresh ginger, peeled

3 large eggs

2/3 cup plain flour

½ teaspoon baking powder

1 ½ teaspoon Mixed Spice

1 cup Brioche Crumbs

1/4 cup almond meal

1/3 cup flaked almonds

1/4 cup very good Fig Jam (I used Fig and Almond Jam we brought back from our trip to Menton)

1 clean two pence or one pence coin

1/3 cup good quality Brandy or Cognac (like Hennessy)

The day before, pit and dice Medjool dates and plums. Dice dried apricots.

In a medium bowl, combine dice dates, plums and apricots with sultanas and dried cranberries. Grate in the zest of both satsumas, and thoroughly squeeze in their juice. Add the Cognac. Stir to mix well. Cover with cling film, and leave to soak, at room temperature, overnight.

The next day, cream butter and demerara sugar with a wooden spoon in a large bowl, until light, pale yellow and fluffy. Grate in fresh ginger, and stir until perfectly blended. Add the eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition.

In a medium bowl, combine flour, baking powder and Mixed Spice. Gradually stir flour mixture into egg mixture; fold in gently until well-mixed.

Add Brioche Crumbs, almond meal, flaked almonds, Fig Jam and soaked fruits with their soaking liquid to the batter, and stir well. Drop the two pee in the pudding, make a wish, give a good stir, and give it to stir to anyone who’s at home, so they can make their wish too (from the oldest to the youngest!)

Generously butter a 2-quart pudding basin. Cut a small disc of baking paper and press into the base of the basin. Butter generously as well.

Spoon pudding batter into the prepared basin and press it down with the back of your wooden spoon. Cover the pudding with a layer of baking paper and foil, both pleated in the middle and tie securely with string. Trim off excess paper and foil with scissors.

Put a metal jam lid upside down at the bottom of a large pot to act as a trivet. Place a long double strip of of foil, letting it hang on both edges of the pot, to help you lift the pudding once it is cooked.

Lower the pudding in the pot, sit it on the band of foil, on the jam lid. Pour boiling water in the pot until it comes halfway up the pudding basin. Cover with a lid and bring back to a boil over medium-high heat. Once water is boiling, reduce heat to medium-low and simmer for 7 hours, regularly checking and adding boiling water so it is always halfway up the basin.

When cooked through, lift the pudding out of the pot. It should be a deep brown colour. Let cool a little, 15 to 20 minutes and turn pudding out onto serving plate. If you’re making it in advance, months ahead of Christmas, let cool completely and wrap tightly in cling film. Then place in a large metal tin (like a biscuit tin), and store in a cool, dark, draft-free place until Christmas.

On Christmas Day (or Eve, depending when you have it!) unwrap pudding and place in a buttered pudding basin, securing again with baking paper, foil and a string. Steam for about an hour.

Just before serving, quickly warm Brandy or Cognac, in a small saucepan, about 1 minute over low heat. Ignite carefully with a long match, and pour gently over the pudding, to flambé.

When flames die out, serve warm Fruity Christmas Pudding with Brandy Ice Cream.

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