#ff oyster

[not-quite-there-myself]

PHYSICAL TOUCH

Various from Arcana Twilight, Food Fantasy, and Twisted Wonderland; featured in alphabetical order. These ones are purely romantic, characters may be mentioned multiple times.

They aren't huge on it, and most times they may absolutely detest anyone touching them so intimately. Even a light graze of the hand might rub them the wrong way. If it comes to you though? They'll think about it. Maybe they won't mind feeling your hands interlock with theirs. Maybe they won't mind your hands combing through their hair. Maybe they won't mind receiving a hug from behind... and maybe they won't mind giving you one in return, either. The thought certainly doesn't seem to bother them as much as they think it does. Maybe, just maybe, they'll make an exception. But only this once. And only if it's you. And you better not tell anyone.

Azul Ashengrotto, B-52, Idia Shroud, Oyster, Riddle Rosehearts, Sebek Zigvolt, Soufflé, Vega

They don't mind it at all. In fact, they might've been waiting for you to talk about it. If it's something you mention, especially if it's something you like and want, they're absolutely willing to indulge you and try it out. Hand holding, hugs, cuddling, kisses... anything you ask is their command. They might be a little clumsy and inexperienced, or they might be a natural. Regardless, you appreciate them for reciprocating the energy and affection, and the both of you love it.

Arcturus, Coffee, Deuce Spade, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper, Malleus Draconia, Silver, Spaghetti, Spica, Tiramisu, Trey Clover, Whiskey

Oh, they absolutely adore it. They'd hug you, hold your hand, play with your hair, even just rest their hand on your waist, they can and will use any excuse they can get to touch you, as long as you don't mind it either. They might already be somewhat touchy, but knowing that you like it almost as much as they do makes them feel a certain way. Somehow they feel more secure when you're in their arms. The ability to hold someone so close that you can hear their heartbeat means so much to them, and though they might not say it always—or at all—they'd be over the moon if that's something you'd like to do.

Alpheratz, Beer, Bloody Mary, Chocolate, Floyd Leech, Kalim Al Asim, Leona Kingscholar, Pollux, Rook Hunt, Sirius, Soufflé

divider by @/inklore on Tumblr

[dappersheep]

Over a couple of months and finally the full team is completed! It's been a small dream of mine to have the whole Desire Tavern gang commissioned from someone else and it's here~

Art commissioned from artrurii

[bappieyatsu]

Can I request Oyster smiling? I just wanna see him happy TvT

He’ll try smiling (for you)

[miiints-repostiory]

Man what if instead of sparing Oyster Spaghetti did what the villagers asked of him and killed him. But what if the village was supposed to have a food soul so when his OG MA has a kid they end up summoning oyster back again. And then spaghetti has to kill him again, but fate or whatever demands that a foodsoul is in this village so he ends up getting summoned again and again.

So he goes through generation after generation of masters and each time Oyster is summoned back he's killed by spaghetti again and again. Maybe the villagers amuse spaghetti in some way idk but one day after decades of this fate repeating for Oyster over and over something different happens.

He's summoned again and shunned again like normal and again the villagers have spaghetti come by to get rid of him again. Everything is going as it usually does, spaghetti chasing him into the forest, out to the seaside like normal but then. Once he's killed oyster again something

Something comes out of the water.

Something dark and looming.

[rusted-sun]

i am. so weak

[malewifekane]

3 hour coach back to london i predict i'll go insane by hour 2

[agentrouka-blog]

A small subset of Arya stans really needs to understand that there is an essential difference between a by-proxy marriage (everyone is who they say they are, they are just using a mutually agreed-upon stand-in for the legal ritual) - and literal fraud involving a captive and choiceless imposter forced into child marriage for the optics of supposedly continuing the line of the old liege lord with the new liege lord.

Basically: No, Jeyne Poole's ordeal doesn't make Arya Lady of Winterfell, ffs. Apart from the obvious fraud being committed through Jeyne's deliberate false identity, this would imply that the Boltons are the rightful lords of Winterfell and convey this status onto Arya Stark through marriage.

Are you even serious?

Is that how a Stark would think of their claim to Winterfell? Marrying into it, by the grace of the murderers of Robb Stark who have been granted the titles formerly belonging to House Stark by the Lannisters?

Are you going to be calling her Lady Bolton then?

All these contortions just to somehow pretend that Arya has some superceding legal claim to Winterfell over her siblings. Absurdity.

Or to claim that this means Arya has "forced marriage" parallels with other characters. No, that's Jeyne Poole it's happening to. Arya is selling oysters in Braavos and killing people.

[blueberryarchive]

Peaches and Cream. (Pt.1)

In which Jungkook, a one-star Michelin chef, gets the information: a new blogger, you, gave him a bad review of his restaurant, and he gets obsessed with the things you wrote; and in the process, with you. Wanting to show you he's a good chef, he invites you to a good meal cooked by him.

—⁠☆Pairing: Bi Chef!Jungkook & Blogger!Reader

—⁠☆Genre: au, enemies to lovers.

—⁠☆Word Count: 4.3k

—⁠☆Warnings: filthy mouth Jungkook, like so much for no reason. smut, two doms trying to dom each other, stalking, dub-con, masturbation, prejudice/bigotry, depictions of queerness and family. (these are the warnings for the whole two-part series)

—⁠☆a/n: this the first part of a 2 part ff, i hope you gals can help me get better at writing in english since it's not my first language. as always thank you for reading.

The morning painted the windows of his office with a slight dew, the clouds announced how gray that Friday would be. Every time it rained it wasn't busy in the restaurant, but Jungkook appreciated the sweet aroma the concrete emanated in the alleys. 

The smell of the city of rotting garbage and asphalt goes to give way to childhood memories of him. Running home, jumping through long puddles, the taste of freshly cooked rice. Mild and fluffy in the mouth. 

Jungkook dropped his cigarette halfway to the ground as a van turned the corner. Grocery shopping was one of the favorite parts of his job. Maybe the best. At 4 in the morning, he would open the back doors of his restaurant, clean and file his knives, which he kept wrapped in cotton cloth that his grandmother sewed for him with his initials. In a rather old mocha pot, he used to put three spoons of freshly ground coffee and water and stayed waiting for the men from the market, who came to bring him the freshest products for that day's dishes. Cup of coffee in hand and a lot to say.

He loved to touch, press, smell, taste and pinch the vegetables; pick them up on the light and complain that the salmon was from yesterday and the courgettes were too big. Loved to bargain with Tomas the price of trivial things. 

"Tom, don't be a bitch. I'll have to throw away half of these tomatoes before four o'clock." 

"Jung-" Tomas, a Hispanic man with the face of that painting from Alexandre Cabanel, inhaled sharply, placing two fingers on the bridge of his nose. He didn't know what Tomas was saying in Spanish, but Jungkook knew, somehow, that it involved fucking his mother. 

"You take the two boxes and the Montserrat." Tomas repeated.

"Tom, what am I going to do with shit as acid as Montserrat tomatoes. Green ones." Jungkook yelled, almost spitting out his coffee, taking a healthy tomato in his hand. 

"Shove it up your ass." Tomas shrugged casually. Jungkook hit him on the shoulder, and both laughed. 

"Okay, give me both. Maybe Vic will think of making something with your fucking tomatoes..." the imaginary disgust on his palate at the thought of a Montserrat tomato sauce or a salad. Worse: fried. 

Tomas knew that silence and the lost look of Jungkook's idiot fuckface. "You can't change your mind anymore, chef. I already had my boys put the boxes down." 

"I know. I'm just regretting letting you win." 

Tomas clicked his tongue, revealing a perfect smile to the ched. "Sometimes you have to let it go, chef." 

"Go away, motherfucker." Jungkook smiled, still looking at the boxes of green tomatoes. 

"Bye, Chef." 

"Mmm," Jungkook took the last sip of his coffee as the truck pulled away. Now it was time to lift the boxes. That kept Jungkook's arms in good shape. He rolled up his baggy shirt to reveal his colorful tattooed arm. Smoothly tying his wavy hair in a low ponytail. With one arm, he lifted the sack of rice to the kitchen island, then the oysters, then the crate of vegetables. 

With precision and finesse, he grasped the knife with the curved edge from his collection and began to peel each vegetable. Everything was with the accuracy of a surgeon. 

If lifting sacks was his daily exercise, cutting and peeling the preparatives was his meditation. With so much attentiveness to his peeling, he almost cut himself when he heard his cell phone vibrate. He growled and cursed in a breath. He hated getting called on the phone. If it weren't for his mom, he would have thrown away that piece of plastic years ago. 

Vic, the screen said, the face of a curly-haired man in a perfect afro, teeth so perfect as he smiled into the camera. Jungkook took that photo about a year ago, just outside his favorite café. He had months without buying a cup of coffee there.

With his knuckles, he opened the call. "I thought you were coming over to help me with the oysters, Vic," he demanded with a frown concentrating on peeling the shiitake mushrooms until soft and white. 

Vic didn't answer until after a lengthy silence. Pretty long, considering he had just finished peeling a couple of mushrooms. Jungkook looked at his cell phone. "Victor?" 

"Here I am," he replied reluctantly. 

"Why the hell are you calling me if you aren't going to talk? I'm busy." 

"I thought, when I met you, that you cuss so much and act like a piece of shit because you wanted to be like Gordon Ramsay or something." 

"What's the point, Vic? The oysters are still here unopened, and Helena doesn't come in until six, and I-" 

"You're busy." They both spoke in unison. That made Jungkook feel a sting in his throat, a slight tickle. 

"Are you going to come, yes or no?" 

"My God, Jeon, just for a moment, stop thinking about the damn oysters and pay attention to me." 

"I do, Victor, and you still don't answer my damn question. Do I have to pick up a fucking bum off the streets to do your job?" 

"Why did you come to my house on Tuesday?" Jungkook stopped the fluid movements of the knife, his eyes on the phone. 

"You wrote me to go," the chef replied.

"Yes, but for you to pick up your things." 

"I did that." Jungkook snorted, finishing with the mushrooms and starting with the carrots. 

"Yeah, after fucking me and telling me you loved me... like twice in the process." Vic sounded hurt. Jungkook hated it when he did that because he knew how dramatic Vic could be. 

"And after that, you kept treating me as your sous-chef the next day."

"You are my sous-chef, Victor." He interrupted, leaning on the metal table.

"Yeah, but I'm talking like outside of work."

"Yes, because you're still my sous-chef, Victor. I don't get-"

"Do you do this to Marianne? Or Helena, Joseph, or every waiter with an innocent little face when you tell them they're your favorite." 

"Vic," warned the chef. 

"Or maybe you were in a year-long relationship with your maitre d' so he wouldn't fire you. No, that was me. If it weren't for me, that place wouldn't have the popularity it has" 

"Vic," Jungkook growled, feeling the blood rush to his head. 

"You are a pest to your restaurant, Jeon Jungkook." 

That was it. Jungkook dropped the knife on the table and gripped the device as close to his mouth, thin lips brushing the screen. 

"Victor, if you hadn't opened your legs to me, you wouldn't even have the chance to lick the leftovers from my alley." 

"Bullshit, if I'm the whore, what makes you?. Who did you have to fuck for your place, chef?" 

"Everyone." Jungkook laughed sarcastically, "And yet, I'm the one who has a fucking Michelin star under my name and my sweat... what have you done with the fucks on your record?" 

Victor was silent. "You are a prick." 

"Okay" Jungkook didn't understand where this was going, but it was almost six in the morning, and he had to start removing the skin from the salmon. His walking around the station didn't keep him calm, nor it was productive. 

"I don't know why I let you into my house." 

"You were alone, just like I felt that day too. And you also act like it doesn't turn you on when I drunk fuck you." Jungkook waited for an answer, but there was nothing. "Vic?" Silence. When he saw the screen of his cell phone, there was no longer the photo of Victor or the creaking of the telephone line. "Vic, the oysters" He didn't even know why he was trying, he closed his eyes and put the cell phone in his pocket. 

The door opened suddenly, startling Jeon. It was Helena, a curvy thirty-something girl taking a last puff from her vape. With a rush, she put her hair in a high ponytail. 

Jungkook tried to act as naturally as possible. 

"Good morning, chef." Helena hastened to say, putting on her apron. 

"Mm," he muttered as he followed his work, musing among the damn green tomatoes that he had no idea what Vic asked them for.

A long time passed while both, Jungkook and Helena, worked at their stations. 

"Chef," Helena broke the silence by pressing her lips together. 

"Yeah?" 

"I'm trying to make a list for my future...you know I want to open my place one day." 

"Everyone wants their own little place," Jungkook interrupted, opening the oysters with swift movements. 

"Yes, yes. But I really don't like getting fucked in the ass, and it's not that there are a lot of women in this business, much less lesbians." She burst. Jungkook grinned against his own will when she wasn't looking. 

"Fuck you, Helena. Cut the mangoes for the sauce." Jungkook hissed, and set the oysters aside as Helena laughed at him. "I'm going to the market for more onions and tell Joseph to finish the oysters by himself" 

"Yes, Chef." voiced Helena with a grand smile.

Jungkook left the station, the cold air soothing the remains of his anger. Without thinking much, he reached into his pocket taking out a cigarette.

He started walking through the streets of New York. Vic had worn him out, and his 14-hour shift hadn't started.

The steam rising from meats, the incessant sound of vegetables being cut, three different sauces being stirred. Jungkook's kitchen was alive, it was seven at night and this was the time when his guests arrived like flies on the cake. Men in Italian brand suits and their girlfriends of the week, older women with picky palates, fanatics, high-class tourists…you name it, you find it.

Normally, Jungkook would be in the front. Preparing each dish, tasting each sauce, checking each cut, and scrutinizing that each dish looks like something he is proud of.

But here he was, in the dark alley behind his restaurant as he called Vic over and over on the phone, the cigarette in his hand melting with the wind and light drizzle. His hair and his white suit getting wet as he left the umpteenth voice note for Vic.

"Victor, for God's sake, I have the restaurant full tonight. It's a fucking Friday, why the fuck aren't you here?" he breathed sharply, the tension had his shoulders tense and the veins in his arms looked like they were going to explode.

The messages did not reach him, the wretch had turned off the phone.

"Shit," he muttered as he thumped into the kitchen that blazed with the heat of thirty pots on the stove. What happened after going through the door seemed…uncanny. All of his cooks looked at him at the same time, fleetingly to return to their tasks again.

They knew something that Jungkook didn't.

He sighed deeply before tying his hair into a half-bun. He rolled up his sleeves and went to his station, reading the orders aloud.

"One duck, two mussels, one Bok Choy" Jungkook ordered.

"Yes, chef," the others said in unison.

Food was piling up around Jungkook, sauces, and stir-fried vegetables. With a spoon he tasted the first and nodded slightly, then the shiitake. With agility he grabbed an empty plate and began to order each detail: first, the sauce spread like a brush, the green color so bright; then the piece of meat, glistening with juice, three drops of yellow radish sauce, a delicate yellow flower for the final touch.

"Service!" Jungkook pushed the plate away towards the waitress on the other side of his table.

"Fuck," Joseph muttered in the kitchen.

"Stop being an imbecile and attend your damn station," Charlie, the poissonier, snarled, hurling a frying pan into the sink with a crash.

"Where are my mussels?" Jungkook was sweating, his eye trembled slightly.

"Joseph just screwed them up, I have to do them again"

"And what are you doing wasting time talking?" Jeon interrupted on the verge of screaming. The others tensed, again that look from everyone.

"Sorry, Chef" said Joseph and Charlie.

"Hurry up, damn." Jungkook continued with his task of plating each meal, tasting over and over again everything that was within his reach.

"Where is my sauce?" he growled when his hand reached to his right, and Helena nor the sauce wasn't there. 

"In a minute, sir." 

"I don't have a minute."

Helena took the pan and stirred while going to the prep station. Jungkook took a small spoon and tasted it.

"More salt," he said, furrowing his eyebrows.

Helena seemed confused. "More, Chef?"

"Don't make me repeat myself, dear." 

"Yes, chef." Helena went back and added more salt, a few seconds later, he was pouring the sauce into the mushrooms. 

"Service!" the waiter took the plate, he started to feel a pain in his lower back and was exhausted. "Helena," he called, continuing his job. 

"Chef."

"Call Vic, tell him that if he isn't here in twenty minutes, I'll fire him."

There was no 'yes, chef', no answer at all. Actually, it was a little quieter in the kitchen. He didn't look back. "I said-"

"I don't think you want that, chef." This time, he turned around, and there it was: the look.

"When I say something, misses Gallo, I mean it" he felt more intense than usual if, that's even possible. Helena felt like she just saw a ghost. Jungkook knew she joked around with him, but she knew her time and place.

"Vic it's not coming back, sir." The youngest, Joseph, tilts his head down in fear. 

"Why is that?"

"God, how I abhor when things like these happen." The elegant man entered the kitchen with his sleek blonde hair and a black suit, calico eyes, and the most pretentious-looking glasses you could find. It was Jimin Park, his maitre d'. 

Jimin was the one who gave the classiness Jungkook lacked when it came to treating his clientele. He greeted and took care of everyone like they were his friends. 

"She's here." 

"Who?" Jungkook couldn't be more out. Jimin gave him his phone, and on the screen was a girl eating a plate exactly like the one he made minutes ago. Wait, that was his restaurant. 

"Oh my God, she's actually here. I didn't know Vic was such a petty bitch." Helena laughed while watching the live stream. Jungkook turned off the screen. 

"What the fuck is going on?"

"Vic tweeted to her to come here because his ex fired him for being a good cook, something like that." Jimin shrugged. Jungkook felt his chest contract, he started biting the ring on his lower lip.

"Who is she?" 

"She's a mukbanger but like a mean one, she's an icon," Joseph said smiling. 

"She's like the new wave of food criticism." Jimin took his phone and put it in his pocket. "Our world doesn't care anymore about magazines or what the paper says."

A waitress came bursting from the door.

"Mr. Park, the girl went away." 

"Am I supposed to be scared because she's going to tweet about some overcooked lamb?" he asked the waitress who didn't know what to say. 

"She's gone?" Jimin raised his glasses taking a deep sigh, he looked at Jungkook and lightly smiled. "You're fucked, Jeon." 

"Fuck you, Park. No, I'm not" he was offended, how could he say that in front of his group?

Jungkook took Jimin by his forearm and took him to his office. The others were left watching through the little window looking for the infamous mukbanger.

For a second, Jungkook was going to look back and ask his sous chef to take care of the kitchen. But he didn't have a fucking sous-chef. 

This couldn't be possible, he had a Michelin star because of his discipline, the way he cooked, his crew, and the stories he told through the food. He had the perfect ambiance, the most amazing maitre d' in New York, and the perfect culinary experience. He worked his ass off for this.

He was above the trolly reviews from Yelp, the people who thought he just did something to fill stomachs. But why did he feel this was not the same? Why did she leave? He made sure everything was perfect. Everything. 

"Hey!" Jimin snapped his fingers in Jungkook's face. For a moment, he put his palm on Jungkook's forehead. 

"Jesus, you're burning" he saw the expression on his chef, with his eyebrow rose, the pierced end moving slightly. Lost in thought. 

"Do you really think this is going to ruin me?"

Jimin's heart felt heavy, he denied occupying his hands with some papers. 

"I don't know, Kook. Perhaps she went away because she didn't find anything bad to say, or maybe she had to go and that's it. You know how those people are."

Jungkook nodded, none of them were sure that Jimin said the truth. But it had to do for now. 

"Now go, the kitchen will be a mess without you."

It's already a mess.

Jungkook nodded again, hands behind his back. He needed to know who you were. As soon as possible.

Jungkook doesn't remember the last time he sat on the couch in his apartment, his legs were covered with two sheets and he had a black hoodie covering his chest and lanky hair. He doesn't remember how strange morning TV was: everyone was wearing makeup and smiling as they talked about how climate change was inundating homes in India. It couldn't be more bizarre. Maybe it was the fever that had him glued to the screen in front of him or the ache in his tired muscles. 

The icing on the cake, he was sick. 

The night of the influencer's drama, Jungkook came to his room. His hair was wet from the rain that fell that night and his body soaked. His body sank into the sheets with his uniform, the fever began to make him have strange dreams where orders came but never came out. He woke up around four in the morning the next day and called Jimin, his voice raspy as he changed out of his uniform.

"Call Jin, tell him to cover me this week."

"Okay," Jimin replied with a breath.

"Okay? No questions?"

"No, I already knew you were going to get sick." Jungkook pursed his lips into a small smile, eyes closed from exhaustion.

"As soon as the fever stops, you won't need Jin. I promise."

"As much as I want that to be true, I don't want you in the restaurant until you're completely well. It's enough for the restaurant that a cute girl says absurd things about your food and then we get rumors about you cooking with your boogers" Jimin blurted out.

"Absurd?" Jungkook looked for some boxers and changed, throwing his body on the living room furniture. "What did she write?"

"Um...," Jimin put the chef on hold as he thought of an honest but not unseemly way to tell him the review. "Well, she said she was sick of seeing the same wave of elite restaurants for the decadent new yorker elite, the same exotic cuts of a bird, and the environment with walls as white as a psychiatric hospital. She said that I looked like a nurse going from table to table to give them their pills in porcelain saucers to the long-lived of New York," Jimin laughed. "That was funny...it's like the truth-"

"And about me?" Jungkook felt the fever consuming his body, a headache approaching like a shadow behind his neck.

"Well, she said the food was tasteless and you screwed up the only thing she was looking forward to"

"The mushrooms?"

"How did you know?" 

"Of course, it was the mushrooms," Jeon muttered, squeezing his eyes shut, cursing Vic with the wrath of a thousand seas, wanting him to be engulfed and convulsing for all eternity looking for oxygen. 

"The sauce was salty to the point that she wanted to throw up, she said."

"The sauce was salty," he repeated and then smiled so as not to destroy the room in his sickly state.

He doesn't remember much of what he did those three days that had passed. Jimin would stop by his apartment to bring dinner and pick up the shirts from the floor. He complained about Jin for half an hour with a glass of wine in hand, until Jimin realized that Jungkook couldn't even stay focused.

"Hey, wake up." Jimin patted his cheeks and Jungkook didn't even flinch.

"Vic has been there? In the restaurant, I mean," Jungkook grabbed the wine from Jimin's hand, drinking it all in one gulp.

"No, he had a friend go get his things the next day."

"Who, the youtube whore?"

"No," Jimin chuckled. They both saw each other and laughed under their breaths.

"It was a redhead."

"Oh, you mean Chris."

"Yeah," Jimin answered looking at his friend with tipsy eyes. "When was the last time you got laid?"

Jungkook began to fidget around, looking for something to occupy his hands with.

"It can't be that Victor-" Jimin's mouth tightened. "Of course," he chuckled, a light rose painting his cheeks.

"What the hell do you know, Park?"

"I would have known."

"Are you spying on me through the cameras you have in my bathroom to see if I jerk off?" His hoarse voice was screeching, and Jimin couldn't take his anger seriously.

"There's a certain je ne sais quoi to it when you fuck, like you stop yelling so much and actually do your job."

"I do my job."

"But it would be better if you didn't scream all the time like a fucking maniac."

"Mmm," tiredness wouldn't let him continue answering. He had taken a pill for the flu but he didn't know it was going to hit him so fast. Jimin noticed.

"Well, I'll let you rest. I brought you a couple of plums and oranges from the market."

"Tell Jin I say hi in the morning," Jungkook mumbled.

Jimin patted him on the shoulder and left Jungkook's phone on the table with your Instagram open. "Stop watching morning TV, your brain will melt."

Jungkook didn't touch the phone for a long while thinking about the words that were repeating like a broken record: "tasteless" and "elite for the elite"...Jungkook didn't even come from a wealthy family. It was foolish.

He lazily swiped his way down through your profile, looking at the thumbnails of your photos where you smiled like nothing was wrong. 

You liked showing cleavage, he realized. In addition to being a liar, you liked the attention. There was one where you were in a jacuzzi with a glass of champagne and another where you were on the French shores.

Besides the fact that you liked the attention, it was for a reason. The way your lips curved into a smile as if your breasts weren't pinched in that bikini two sizes too small. 

What kind of reporter were you?

Without realizing it, Jungkook was lying on his bed looking at your photos while eating a plum. He didn't know if it was the sweetness of the ripe fruit or the fever, but he felt strange. His body felt like it was floating between the satin of his bed. 

Another brush up to your profile: more food, more cats, travel, you in a bikini. One, in particular, caused the lower half of him to brush against the sheets. It wasn't that different from the others, but for some reason this time you weren't smiling. You looked at the camera with a certain judging that made Jungkook's throat boil.

His fingers were covered in prune juice, the wrinkled seed clenched between his teeth. What he was going to do wasn't one of his most dignified moments, but the meds made him delirious, not fucking someone besides Vic made him even sicker. 

His sticky fingers trailed from his navel to the edge of his boxers. When he felt the wetness of his slimy fingers on his tip he clamped the seed harder into his teeth, growling in loathing.

Your face caused his chest to swell with anger and his dick to rise at the slightest touch of his tattooed hand. Thinking of your tongue tasting his cock on a plate, no garnish, no cutlery. He wanted you to swallow it and shed tears on your cheeks.

A shriek. He tossed the phone onto the bed and covered his embarrassed face with his forearm. His hand trembled under his Calvin boxers, saliva pooling in his mouth as he couldn't swallow. 

His tongue flicked over the seed in his mouth, and like a flash, the image of him covering your clit with his spit flashed by. He growled like a fleeing animal as his orgasm made him arch his back. He removed the seed from his mouth.

"Fuck," he mumbled when he saw the stain on his pants. Air rushed out of his nose for the first time all day. He closed his eyes in pure bliss. Two minutes later, he wrinkled his nose and repeated: "Fuck," this time rolling his eyes, angry with himself for what he was going to do. He turned on his cell phone screen and opened the dm of your profile.

jkookcooks: So what kind of reviews do you do when you leave mid-meal? You didn't even try dessert. If you really want to do something worthwhile and not your unnecessary sensationalism, maybe you should come try something made by me.

He almost threw the cell phone when he hit send. Feeling the cold of his cum in his pants and the words he send to make him cringe.

When he got up to clean himself up, he heard his cell phone vibrate almost immediately. 

Didn't you have things to do on a Friday night?

CherryCloud: Just say the day, chef.

A smile left Jungkook's lips. He'd love to grab your face and make you eat the best meal you ever had, to see if you'll shut up that way... He'd have to plan the menu for the night.

Why did he feel a sudden fear? He saw the photo again: your judgy eyes, hugging your knees.

[heraldofcrow]

*SHOVES SEPHIROTH BEHIND ME IMMEDIATELY*

OH FUCK OFF KATY. THIS CROSSES THE FUCKING LINE YOU FUCKING WANNA-BE MICOLASH CANNIBAL!

LIKE FOR ONE, I AM NOT SIMPING FOR A CHARACTER I CALL MY SON WE ARE WAAAYYYY PAST THAT. IT LASTED FOR LIKE TWO WEEKS MAX AND SECONDLY HALF OF THE GENERIC SILVER-HAIRED ANIME BOYS OWE THEIR DESIGNS TO HIM ANYWAY BECAUSE HIS WAS ONE OF THE PROTOTYPES FROM THE ACTUAL FUCKIGN 90S LIKE THERE IS NO WAY HE WASN’T THE MAIN INSPIRATION FOR COUNTLESS OTHERS IN FACT IT’S PRETTY OBVIOUS AND HE IS DESIGNED TO LOOK ANGELIC AND SLIGHTLY ALIEN ANYWAY. HIS DESIGN IS LITERALLY CALLED ICONIC IN THE ENTIRE VIDEO GAME WORLD FOR A REASON AND ALSO ASCENDS INTO A SERAPHIM-GOD THAT LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE A BIBLICALLY ACCURATE ANGEL FFS

ALSO LET’S TALK ABOUT HOW MICOLASH LOOKS LIKE A SHRIVELED EEL FROM HELL THAT HAS A DIET OF STRICTLY LARD, OYSTERS, AND PLAY-DOUGH—LIKE YOU HAVE NO RIGHT AND DON’T MAKE ME REMIND YOU WHO YOUR MANIC GRIN LOVIN ASS ALSO SIMPED FOR BEHIND CLOSED DOORS.

IF YOU ARE GONNA COME AT ME FOR SIMPING, LET’S TALK ABOUT LOGARIUS. LEAVE SEPHIROTH OUT OF THIS.

[kaelang12]

God I wanna see more fanart/gifs of my boy Maximus

That boy went through so much shit, and he deserves all the recognition for it. Get him some oysters ffs

[insidemyfavoritemanuscript]

Episode 9: Zoe and Mac from The Maniculum Podcast!

In Episode 9 of Inside My Favorite Manuscript, Lindsey and Dot chat with Zoe and Mac from the Maniculum podcast, where they suggest ways to adapt medieval texts for TTRPG’s (tabletop roleplaying games). We talk about marginalia, games, and Mac takes us for a dive into the Rutland Psalter. We also talk to Zoe about her storytelling for Pentiment, a medieval adventure video game by Obsidian Entertainment.

Listen here, or wherever you find your podcasts.

If you enjoyed this episode, you can listen to Dot and Lindsey over on The Maniculum Podcast! We talked about digital humanities, book history, and the secrets of women. Find links to listen here: https://www.themaniculumpodcast.com/episodes

Below the cut are page images and further reading from our conversation.

The Maniculum Podcast

The Maniculum Podcast on Tumblr

Pentiment

Book Historian Plays Pentiment! (Allie Alvis Pentiment play through)

Ludohistory Pentiment Playthrough Playlist on YouTube

Perna (oyster) - Der naturen bloeme - Jacob van Maerlant - KB KA 16 - 108v (via Wikimedia Commons)

Sebhat the Ethiopian scribe relates the story of Lazarus in Pentiment (via Obsidian on Twitter)

Saint George and the Dragon, UPenn LJS 102 f. 71r, early 20th century Ethiopian manuscript

British Library Add MS 62925, The Rutland Psalter

f. 14r

Close-up of bottom of 14r

Close-up of top of 14r

f. 57r

Close-up of bottom of f. 57r

f. 88v

Close-up of bottom of 88v

Betsy Chunko-Dominguez (2016) “Playing on Timbrels”: the margins of the Rutland Psalter, Word & Image, 32:1, 131-141, DOI: 10.1080/02666286.2016.1146540 (PDF here)

f. 67r

Close-up of bottom (heh) of f. 67r

f. 66v

Close-up of bottom of f. 66v

How the opening of ff. 66v-67r would approximately appear

The Luttrell Psalter on the BL Website

The Luttrell Psalter film, mentioned at this point in the podcast, is embedded at the end of this post.

Susan Kim and Asa Mittman, Inconceivable Beasts: The ‘Wonders of the East’ in the Beowulf Manuscript. ACMRS, 2013. (Download PDF here)

British Library blog post on Cotton Tiberius B v

Maniculum D23 posts

f. 87v

Close-up of bottom (heh) of f. 87v

f. 64r

Close-up of bottom of f. 64r

Close-up of top of f. 64r

The Book of Kells

f. 88r

Close-up of bottom of f. 88r

f. 16r

Close-up of bottom (heh) of 16r

(I promise I’m not doing this on purpose)

[Images in the 170s]

f. 5v, Calendar page for October

Close up of Scorpio zodiac sign

f. 3v, Calendar page for June

Close-up of Cancer Zodiac sign

f. 78v

Close-up of f. 78v.

f. 70v

Close-up of f. 70v

Further reading on The Rutland Psalter:

Chunko-Dominguez, Betsy. “‘Playing on Timbrels’: The Margins of the Rutland Psalter.” Word & Image (London. 1985), vol. 32, no. 1, 2016, pp. 131–41 (PDF)

Morgan, Nigel. “The Artists of the Rutland Psalter.” The British Library Journal, vol. 13, no. 2, 1987, pp. 159-185 (PDF)

Luttrell Psalter Film on YouTube:

[noblegrace]

READING LIST updated 2023/06/20

(Current Number of stories: 41 )

Previous Update 2023/06/12

This is the list of all the stories I've read starting 2023/06/03. This list is to keep track with all materials I have read.

FF’S HARRY POTTER FANDOM TOM X HARRY (TOMARRY) Completed

His Darkest Devotion by Lomonaaeren (Chapter 45/45) (256,847) (Darkest Devotion Series Part 1) (Favorite)

His Most Ardent Obsession by Lomonaaeren (Chapter 1/1) (3,690) (Darkest Devotion Series Part 2) (Favorite)

Earning His Notice by Lomonaaeren (Chapter 1/1) ((6,112) (Earning His Notice Series Part 1) (Favorite)

Clever Boy by enoby_w (Chapter 7/7) (22,476)

Dogged Devotion (For You, For You, For You) by Ramabear (RyMagnatar) (Chapter 1/1) (4,891)

Immortal hands (upon the scaleless visions) by Ellory (Chapter 2/2) (2,001)

Late Night Truths by thecunningserpent (Panthere) (Chapter 1/1) (3,090) (Late Night Truths Series Part 1) (Favorite)

Oversight by thecunningserpent (Panthere) (Chapter 2/2) (9,547) (Late Night Truths Series Part 2) (Favorite)

Tarnished Weapons by Lomonaaeren (Chapter 1/1) (3,137)

to have and to hold by partakeninwitchery (Chapter 1/1) (2,531)

Scraps by Dreams_in_silence (Chapter 4/4) (2,636)

To Pursue & Conquer by Watermelonsmellinfellon (Chapter 1/1) (3,530)

Waiting for Updates

We could have been that heaven we’ve been missing by Drops_of_Nightshade (Chapter 2/6)

momentary relief by ma_city (Chapter 1/?)

Darling, Stay With Me by Satine_Ainsel (Chapter 2/?)

Unmarked by GarlicBreadLover (Chapter 6/?)

Dark Heritage by Drops_of_Nightshade (Chapter 81/?) (Favorite)

Holly &Yew by LovelyLotus (Chapter 51/?) (Favorite)

Retrogade by JestForlorn (Chapter 12/?)

the finest pearls are trapped in oysters by Anonymous (Chapter 5/?)

The Weight of Gravity by Skylanian_Writer (Chapter 8/?)

Where The Heart Is by thecunningserpent (Panthere) (Chapter 6/7) (34,172) (Late Night Truths Series Part 3) (Favorite)

Terrible, But Great by Isalise (Chapter 21/?) (124,153) (Favorite)

Endangered Thing by nrnyx (Chapter 18/?) (Favortie)

About that… by Georgia34 (Chapter 4/35) (Favorite)

ONE PIECE FANDOM SHANKS X BUGGY Completed • Wild Ride by stereden (One Shot) (1.498 words)

OMNISCIENT READER'S VIEWPOINT JOONGHYUK X DOKJA (JOONGDOK) Completed

The Only One by Anonymous (Chapter 1/1) (797 words)

Show Me Who I Am by memoriesofdust (BehindTheRobinsMask) (Chapter 5/5) (11,248)

SHERLOCK BBC SHERLOCK X MOLLY (SHERLOLLY) Completed • Ask Me by Writingwife83 (Chapter 1/1) (1,089 words) • Fever When You Kissed Me by PetraTodd (Chapter 1/1) (5,483 words)

CHERRY MAGIC FANDOM KUROSAWA X ADACHI (KURODACHI) Completed

by the way that i feel by sushishorts (Chapter 1/1) (8,247) (Favorite)

Keep It Down by zubon (Chapter 1/1) (2,153)

All I Wanna Be by FagurFiskur (Chapter 1/1) (3,056) (Favorite)

holding back by kissdaun (Chapter 1/1) (3,073)

how to dad by iwasabutt (Chapter 3/3) (3,100) (Favorite)

A Mouthful by Bestbuds55 (Chapter 2/2) (4,585)

slowly, gently (night unfurls its splendor) by iwasabutt (Chapter 1/1) (Favorite)

MANHWA’s Waiting for Updates

• Let’s Get Divorced by Seohu (Chapter 23/?) • Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint by SingNsong (Chapter 152/?) • The Academy’s Undercover Professor by Sayren (Chapter 40/?)

[dappersheep]

Rounding off the genshin-ish designs for Oyster and Borscht. Again, design is kept between 'playable' and NPC.

Had the most fun with Oyster as is obvious, haha. We don't have much to go on for female Snezhnayan attire designs, but luckily Borscht's overall theme is more 'Liyuen' in style with only hints of her actual origin. Not too fond of the stockings/tights theme going on for the genshin ladies for her, so I went for leggings instead.

[ask-secondo]

Secondo? Do you like Gun's n' Roses???? I NEED TO KNOW! OHHH..WHAT ABOUT BLUE OYSTER CULT? I LOVE THEM!

(ooc ffs I'm fucking ridiculous)

I love both of them!

you seem to have lovely taste in music.

[scienter]

Skipped from TVD S3 straight to s6 & Holy shit! That was the Renaissance of TVD.I don't think I have enjoyed any season of Vampire Diaries like I did s6 after s2 and in my mind,they both get the top rank in the list of best to worst.Then,I thought why not give season s7 a chance.This was the first time I rewatched this season since it aired back when TVD was on and now I am most certainly questioning my life choices.🥲Honestly,how did we sit through such abysmal writing for 8 months or so?Were we sired?After the first episode,it felt like someone made me shut my eyes with the promise of feeding oysters only to point and scream "I just ejaculated in your mouth! HA! HA!" Anyway,there are a few things,specific to Caroline Forbes, that I picked up along the way:

1.Candice (& real life pregnancy)and Caroline Forbes-surrogacy: Keeping the non-consensual,gross aspect of the otherwise outlandish plot aside,I do believe with right motivation and willingness,writers could have easily worked around CA's pregnancy and given emotionally intimate scenes to SC that would have made their relationship layered and deeper.They simply chose NOT to. In fact, I noticed how they didn't use Candice at all not just in terms of her relation with Stefan but with regards to the whole Al**ick thing.Writers simply didn't create any compelling narrative that could convince anyone that Caroline was at all interested in pursuing anything with Ric that eventually led to an engagement. In fact, their sloppy attempt to sell motherhood and biology by giving two glimpses of Caroline's apparent growing attachment with the kids implied she saw the twins as an obligation in addition to her considering Ric as incapable of handling two newborns, leading her to Dallas, which basically served the bigger purpose:write CA out for her Maternity Leave. Post time jump,they could have easily removed her from this dynamic and put her with Liam or me and that wouldn't have changed nothing.Once again, they chose not to SHOW and simply explained the engagement as a decision of a heartbroken,abandoned woman by TELLING.I wonder what they would have done with her if TVD hadn't been renewed.Crossover to TO for ratings ploy?

2.Flash Forwards: I have nothing to say about this narrative disaster but I do think they changed their initial plans with respect to the FFs because CA did an interview where she said writers told her they were going three years in the future,right before she left for her ML,so that Caroline wouldn't have to be pregnant anymore AFTER candice came back from her leave.Does that mean they were originally going to go only a few months ahead in time but cancellation jitters made them change track?Guess,we will never know.

3.Future-Caroline character assessment : Plot contrivance aside, Caroline role-playing a doting mother and devoted wife-to-be & her happiness in the seemingly new life she built for herself is a metaphor for her being a victim of prolonged violence(physical and psychological).She was incapable of feeling anything anymore.She was in a wild state of depersonalisation and derealisation.She was an absolute victim.She just didn't care.She was putting up a class-act in that creepy arrangement but hey,as long as Caroline's "bold decision"(in JP's book) ensured M.Davis's employment,we are all good.

LMAO. Oh, yeah, I remember the whiplash of watching season 7 after season 6. Season 6 was one of the strongest seasons. Steroline was written well, we finally got Bamon, and Caroline had a touching story arc having to deal with her mother’s death. Season 7 on the other hand is in the running as the worst seasons.

I agree with your assessment of Ric and Caroline's relationship in season 7. It was awful. Having Caroline become the twins' surrogate is one thing – having her become their primary caregiver BECAUSE Caroline didn’t trust Ric to parent the twins himself . . . that wasn’t Caroline being a control freak – RIC ALLOWED CAROLINE TO TAKE OVER HIS DUTIES AS A PARENT BECAUSE HE DIDN’T WANT TO DO IT HIMSELF*.  There’s a name for this phenomenon: weaponized incompetence*

I don’t buy any defense of Ric’s actions here. Ric needed Caroline’s help! He was overwhelmed and didn’t know what he was doing! (1) Most first-time parents are overwhelmed because they lack experience. Parenting is on-the-job training. (2) Ric could have hired a professional nanny or an au pair to help take care of his kids. You know – paid someone to help take care of his kids. He didn’t. He was a selfish prick who took advantage of Caroline’s selfless and caring nature. He got a live-in nanny for free!

I hate that they turned Caroline – one of the strongest characters on the show – into Ric’s unpaid nanny. Ric and Caroline’s engagement was adding insult to injury.

I was so disappointed by the flash-forwards on TVD because I’d seen it done so well on The West Wing. Not that I was expecting TWW-level writing on TVD, but I did expect some level of competence.

*“Weaponized incompetence, also called strategic incompetence, is when someone knowingly or unknowingly demonstrates an inability to perform or master certain tasks, thereby leading others to take on more work.” [Psychology Today]

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Hahaha, I've been stalking your acc for a while and I lobe every bit of it.

On the other hand, I got a bit of courage to actually say something. Or rather ask if you know that one faniction "Yuuand the power of magic".

Basicly our Yuu is a Hogwarts student that gets kinda kidnapped by a mirror the day before she needs to arrive at Hogwarts. The start of the story is very closely tied to the original story of twst, but as the time passes it goes in a bit different direction then the original.

At first I thought that it would be one of those shitty "y/n" like fanfiction where everyone are just smitten with the mc right out the bat. You don't even know my surprise when it wasn't true at all. 😭

I'm loving every bit of it!

I especially love how the author of this ff didn't make the boys all softies and "the nice guys", but actually keep them being quiet evil. Broo, they even made Trey have their dark side a bit, showing how good of a liar he is (connection to taht time he told us in game that oyster sauce is a secret ingredient that makes cake good 😭)

And Riddle while disliking Yuu at first like in original, he actually has his respectful moments with Yuu when she showed respect to him, and he became interested in her after she helped out with the Overblot. He didn't become a simp, at least not like most Fandom likes to make him out to be. And he still can be quiet evil at times, liek any character in there.

We also have some "women respect" moments from leona after he figured out that Yuu a girl (in taht one Yuu pretend to be a boy after she realizes taht its an only-boys school), a d we have some hilarious crewel and crowley moments where Crewel is Hella mad at Crewel, bc women needs respect and he cannot believe taht that old crow man made a girl stay in an old dusty building 😤

It's also super nice how Yuu as a character have her own personality there! She's pretty straightforward and seems sometimes nasty, she also don't let ppl talk shit about her into her face (aka Floyd most of the time. They didn't had a good first meeting), and she's pretty smart while not also giving off taht vibe???? 🤣 she sometimes gets stuff so slow, but tbh that don't make this ff bad at all???? I'm not annoyed taht she is sometimes slow to understand, it feels so natural?

It's truly good that they didn't make her either damsel in distress or "I'm so amazing and brave", bc ngl sometimes it's annoying.

Lmaooo, as you can see I'm truly into taht book 👌it's really rare to get a good read sometimes! And this ff is sooo long, 752676 words and 32 chapters!

This is really an amazing read. I really hope to interact with you a bit more, and sorry for this big rant about this story but as you can clearly see,- I'm smitten. 🥰

~Arpy

I saw it but I'm an enby and very much dislike she/her pronouns since I'm not one. Still to those who don't mind or use all pronouns jeres a good fic rec for you.