#the coffee tasted like. drinking hot dark chocolate it was one of the best coffees ive ever had. will be thinking about it for weeks

[cheruib]

today’s little (big) joys: beautiful sunrise + incredible cup of coffee

[gilverrwrites]

Time of the Month

AN: I'm suffering, so here's some of my faves reacting to their so having a rough time of the month.

He really doesn’t “get it”. 100% thinks you’re probably over reacting, however, you’re his sweetheart and he would do anything for you, so he’ll “play along” so long as he doesn’t need you for something else.

Won’t take time out of his busy schedule for you but he will:

Text you constantly through out the day.

Thinking of you doll x Are you sleeping? x You better be sleeping cause theres no other reason not to text back. HELLO??? ???? Sorry for loosing my temper baby, I love you. Just ordered those shoes you liked x

Will bring home/order dinner. He knows what you want, don’t worry babe, you don’t have to ask.

Still try to seduce you any way possible, he doesn’t care how messy it is.

Selina does not let her period slow her down, and so she’s hopeful that she can rub some of that off on you.

Has a yoga routine specifically catered to that time of the month that she’s happy to teach you. Has a diet plan that’s full of iron heavy and unsaturated fatty foods - leafy greens, dark chocolate, the good stuff.

Of course she understands her lifestyle isn’t for everyone, and what kind of cat themed thief would she be if she didn’t have a giant heated blanket she’s happy for you to stretch out on and spend your time lounging in true luxury.

Move over, she’s getting into bed with you. She’s stolen all of Brucie Wayne’s streaming service log ins, and she’s brought 50 different snacks that will make your bloating worse, but will feel and taste good in the moment.

Get ready for a week of binge watching whatever films make you feel good, eating way too much sugar, and sleeping whenever feels right.

Did you know orgasms can help relieve period pains, migraines, and generally relieve stress?

Did you know if you ask Waylon, he will eat you out until you can’t take anymore and/or are feeling any amount of respite?

If that’s really not your thing, be willing to also do basically anything you ask of him. Bring you snacks? Rub your back? Just hold you? Anything you want.

Will find the time look after you. Any excuse for some lazy time with his favourite birdie.

He runs hot, so it’s like having your own personal heat pad. Will find it endearing if you lay stomach down of his stomach, legs, whatever part so you can press his heat directly to the area that needs it.

Foodie and a snacker, so if you’re craving something, he’s got you covered, and he’ll eat it with you, no questions asked.

Knows a lot of ecologically friendly herbal remedies that are almost certain to work. Just sit back, chill out, and drink this tea.

In the very unlikely chance that those don’t work, and you’re down for it; Ivy is happy to fuck the cramps away, whatever your preferred method of orgasm may be.

The Riddler: Understands how periods work, but doesn’t care. You can’t let your body control you, or interfere with the mind. (yes he IS the worst kind of person when he’s sick.)

He does however have bunch of tips and tricks for helping overcome/cope with cramps and other symptoms.

Has a bucket load of ibuprofen handy at all times.

“Did you take the pills I gave you? Good. You know, coffee will help get that into your bloodstream faster, and might give you more energy. Since you’re making coffee, I’ll have one too, thanks, you’re the best. Well, I’m the best, but you’re good too.”

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Late Night Talking| Timothee Chalamet x Fem! Reader

summary: Timothee decides to have a cozy night in for Valentine’s Day with his lovely girlfriend warnings: fluff, English is not my main language so ignore any errors. a/n: day two of the Cupid fourteen love stories series!! I hope you guys are enjoying it as much as I do. Love to hear your feedback and thank you for all the love!

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Y/n looked at herself in the mirror fixing herself as best as she could. Her body adorned with the cozy pajamas Timothee had gotten her for Christmas specifically for Valentine’s Day. Y/n slowly traced her fingers across the cute little dinosaur shapes that were covered all over with hearts. She smiled softly when she heard the doorbell ring. Y/n quickly opened it to face her lovely boyfriend that was wearing the exact same thing as her.

“Hi! Come in, come in” She responded by taking him by the arm and pulling him into her living room.

“You look beautiful. I’m so glad we bought the dinosaur one’s instead of the conversational hearts one” Timothee said while hugging her frame and placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“Whatever you say, I’m just glad you didn’t get the fur one” She responded trying to hold in her laughs.

“First of all, it wasn’t a fur one. It’s a bear pants and you didn’t understand the complicity it takes to look good in those pants”

“You know what since you love those pants so much I might have gotten you a pair for v-day" Y/n said throwing herself onto the couch full of cozy blankets.

" Did you ask Cupid for those pants?" he asked with a cocky little smile while throwing his body on top of hers. Y/n quickly laughs while pushing him softly making him move to the side not squishing her completely.

“Maybe, it’s my little secret" She grinned while leaning towards the table and handing him a hot chocolate. Timothee smiled and took in the surroundings in front of them.

The living room that was always bare and dark was now covered in all sorts of Valentine’s Day decor. Every part of the living room that was originally empty was covered with Valentine’s Day banners, flower petals and the beautiful arrangement Timothee had gotten her earlier in the day. The coffee table was covered with different snacks and a stack of the best corny romance movies known to mankind.

"You outdid yourself this year, hun. I love what you did to the place, it looks like Cupid threw up in your living room." He said while taking a sip of his hot cocoa, making him close his eyes to savor the taste.

“I'Il take that as a compliment, just so you know." She said, rolling her eyes jokingly while taking the tv controller looking for a movie. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in concentration and muttered the movie titles trying to pick one. Timothee atched her in admiration trying to guess how lucky he was to have her.

“I really mean it" He responded while laying his hand on her thigh while drinking another sip with the other one.

"Well, since it was my turn to decorate I decided that the vibe that would match these dinosaur pants was Cupid puking in the living room. So ta dah” She said laughing. Timothee chuckled, leaning over her and taking the controller out of her hand, quickly turning off the tv, throwing it to the other side of the room.

Before she could react he leaned into her softly kissing her lips. When he pulled away he noticed his girlfriend's red face.

"What was that for?" Y/n asked, blushing, hiding herself behind the conversational hearts mug she was holding.

"I was thinking we should see movies later, let's just enjoy the moment. " He grinned, taking her mug and placing it on the coffee table.

"Well, I like that too," She said, imitating his expression.

"I love you so much, you have no idea" He said softly while leaning towards his face near her ear. He took in her vanilla perfume and kissed softly behind her ear making her shiver.

"I love you too" She turned around to look at him, settling down the mug she was holding.S he held onto his cheek stroking it with her thumb.

"You know what.” Timothee got up quickly taking your hands in his pulling you up from the couch.

He got his phone out of his back pocket typing something. Soft song started playing from his phone.

“M'lady" He said, faking British actions. Timothee extends his hand and bowes quite dramatically making Y/n cover her mouth to laugh.

"Kind sir” She responded with the same accent taking his hands.

Timothee ulled her towards him, swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the music. He stared at her eyes taking in the beauty that came with them. He smiled softly making Y/n follow his actions. He spun her softly watching her beautiful hair flow. Timothee leaned in resting his forehead on hers.

"It's times like these that make me love our late night talks" he said finally breaking the distance between the two locking their lips together.

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request are open, xoxo

[dragonologist-phd]

tagged by @camelliagwerm! thanks for the tag, this should be fun!

tagging @serenbach86 @starlightcleric @orime-stories @transprincecaspian @undyingembers if y'all want to!

let's see, how about one for Lilith?

NAME: Lilith de Marc, though she often goes by 'Lilith Mark' when she's traveling and wants to make her Chelaxian roots less obvious

NICKNAME: none

GENDER: cis woman (she/her)

STAR SIGN: *googles lore stuff* the Stargazer, apparently!

HEIGHT: 5'10"

ORIENTATION: lesbian

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Cheliax, specifically the Archduchy of the Hellcoast

FAVOURITE FRUIT: Cherries (her favorite treat is cherry dark chocolates)

FAVOURITE SEASON: Winter. She finds it peaceful. While she was born on the Hellcoat, she was sent to Menador for training for a few years while she was young, and she loves that the mountains were covered with snow all year round

FAVOURITE FLOWER: It's cliche, but she likes red roses the best. They're beautiful and classic, and she appreciates anything with thorns

FAVOURITE SCENT: Smoke and sandalwood incense

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Black tea, no flavoring. She enjoys coffee but has very specific tastes and doesn't drink it as often

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: definitely not enough. 5 hours at most- any more than that and her military training kicks in, and she has to find something 'productive' to do

DOGS OR CATS: She's not much of an animal person either way, but she prefers cats

DREAM TRIP: ooh, that's tough. There's not really a specific place she's ever yearned to go. Generally speaking, her favorite trips are when she gets to visit Wenduag in the Neathers' new kingdom

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: One light blanket at most- being Emberkin, she runs hot and doesn't need more than that even when its cold

RANDOM FACT: She's very vain about her hair and puts a lot of effort into taking care of it; it's why she keeps it so long despite the style being impractical. She'd also be loathe to admit this to anyone, as she considers it a silly self-indulgence

[bump1nthen1ght]

I would love to read a continuation of the accidental call at the hotline! ( if you have time of course)

Here you go anon! Some more Drogo for y'all 👀

It takes you a while to call the hotline number again

A thousand reasons delay it; What if Drogo was just being polite?? What if you ask for them and find out they gave you a fake name for security?? What if you’re one of those people who think service workers are flirting just because they smile at you? OH GOD-

But a bottle of wine and a need for some bitching wipes away those reasons; You’ve got twenty dollars to spare anyway, might as well try

A familiar voice picks up the phone (You thank the gods for that)

“Well hello, not-so-stranger.” They purr

“Heyo.” You draw out your -y sound, trying to sound cool and casual. “How’d you know it was me?”

“Oh we make a note of all numbers that call here, for safety reasons.”

“Makes sense.” Your fingers tap your coffee table, that liquid courage not quite as effective anymore. “So I’d guess I’m not on the ‘Weirdo who just wants to talk’ watchlist.”

“No sweetie.” Drogo chuckles, “If anything I’m hiding you from my coworkers. Some of them would kill for a person who just wants to gossip, don’t want any of them stealing you away.” Their voice lilts, emphasizing each vowel and drawling out there syllables

“Well that’s good to hear,” You swallow a deep breath, practicing the lines you rehearsed, “I was actually wondering if you wanted to meet up, sometime. N-not for anything crazy, just coffee?”

“Oooh, coffee already? I’ve had some people offer to do some crazy things for me, but nothing that extreme.” Drogo ribs, their playful sarcasm easing your nerves just a bit. “Where were you thinking, love?”

“There's this cute new place on Fifth I’ve been meaning to try out, how about there on Saturday?”

“It’s a date, love. Can you tell me who I’ll be looking for?”

“Uh, I’ll be wearing a blue sweater and black jeans, probably with a hot chocolate.” You rub the back of your neck. “And you?”

“Hmmm, I think I’ll keep that a surprise, dearie. Can’t give away all my secrets, now can I?”

“O-oh yeah, of course”

Drogo bids you with a “See you soon~” and an enunciated kiss, leaving you blushing and giggling, like a teenager with their first crush

Saturday comes and you fret over your appearance; You can’t change your outfit because that's how they’ll recognize you, but what about your hair?? Should you wear your nice shoes? What about rings, would wearing some rings be too much???

You end up settling for simplicity, reminding yourself that this isn’t something crazy, it’s just a date, a simple date

You immediately know it’s Drogo when they come in; Their walk just oozes pure confidence, pulling down their burgundy sunglasses to scan over the cafe and revealing glowing yellow eyes

They lock onto you, lips curling into a smirk and giving a playful wave, before tucking their sunglasses into their pants pocket.

Their outfit is technically casual, but somehow they make each piece look designer; Their button up leads open down to their midriff, just exposing a tasteful amount of chest before tucking into their dark purple pants, complementing their bright red skin

You reach to shake their hand, but Drogo is quick to grab your wrist and kiss the back of your hand. You feel your heart thud in your chest.

“Pleasure to finally see you, cutie.” A clawed finger runs across your palm, their eyes drawing the little exposed skin you have

“Y-you too. You look great.”

“Thanks, sweetheart. This is actually that shirt I was telling you about, the one Ramona spilled all the wine on?”

“Oh wow, really? How’d you get that stain out?”

“Oh, let me tell you-”

The conversation settles into that easy pattern again, their intimidating good looks fading to the back of your mind as you two catch up on gossip

Drinks come and go, hours passing as you ask Drogo about themselves, and they ask you in turn.

It’s honestly one of the best dates you’ve been on; The words seem to come naturally, no natural awkwardness clogging up your mind

But surprisingly its the end of the date that seals the deal, when Drogo walks you to your car.

They scoop you in for a hug, resting their head into the crook of your neck.

“May I give you a kiss goodbye?”

You nod, breathless from their soulful, romantic, period drama love interest voice

Their lips sink into yours, the soft touch of their hand on your waist sending shocks up your spine.

When they pull away, just an inch, they whisper “Dinner, next thursday?”

You simply nod, and Drogo gives you a wink.

“See you then, cutie.”

[bokettochild]

New crack headcanon, Dink acts like a silly lizard sometimes and is addicted to dark chocolate.

Crack fic idea: Four decides to use it to his advantage and they become besties and have a little trauma session while they do eachothers nails/claws.

My brain does weird things sometimes <3

Okay, I know you said Four, but my brain reversed it and I somehow ended up with a....uh...thing.

Sorry not sorry.

Dark Chocolate

”Dark chocolate is the best chocolate.” 

It was just an average evening around the fire and the heroes were resting after a long day spent trailing the Shadow. It was a colder night, so naturally Legend had been attempting to make them Ravio’s signature brew: hot cocoa. Generally, that was a good thing, generally that was a nice thing to do. Generally, a person who tried making cocoa had some conception of what they were doing and didn’t burn it. 

The heroes drank it anyway. 

Legend was sulking, because of course he would after trying so hard and failing (he never took failure well) and the rest of them were politely ignoring that fact by instead trying to enjoy the cocoa. After all, cocoa was not even existent in most of their worlds due to chocolate being, well, something that also didn’t exist. It was only in a precious few times that anyone understood what it was, so reasonably it startled quite a few of them when Four spoke up as they did. 

“Pardon?” Time queries, looking up from the mug he was using more as a hand warmer than actually drinking from. 

“Dark chocolate is the best chocolate.” Four declares again. 

From across camp, Legend emerges from his sulk in order to stare at the smithy in a way that is almost as disappointed as the other seems to be in himself. “Heathen.” 

“We knew that.” Hyrule snorts into his mug. 

Legend ignores his protégé. “Dark chocolate is disgusting.” 

“No it’s not!” 

“It is!” Legend counters, “It tastes like dirt!” 

“What dirt are you eating?” Four questions, “because kindly point me the way, I'll happily take a bite out of the ground.” 

They wouldn’t actually, Blue would probably have an aneurism if they made Four eat anything remotely close to being off the ground, especially the ground itself. That might be reason for Vio to want to do it even more, but fortunately Red was both strong willed enough to convince him not to and strong bodied enough to prevent the other from having done similar things in the past. 

“It’s chalky.” Legend repeats, glowering at them. “Even Ravio doesn’t like it and he likes coffee.” 

Across the fire, Warriors’ gaze flattens into something almost threatening. “Diss coffee and suffer, vet. Your existence rides on my having caffeine in the mornings.” 

The look exchanged between prince and knight is truly toxic, despite the fact the two had been seen wreaking havoc together only hours prior with the smaller on the taller’s shoulders. 

They’re just playing, they know better than to hurt each other seriously. Of course, they do hurt each other sometimes; Legend has bitten a few of them in the past for messing with him and kicks like a horse, and Warriors has tossed a few heavy punches himself that have left bruises for days. Despite that, there’s no doubt in the smithy’s shattered mind that the two won’t actually start a tussle over taste preferences, which he’s right about, for the most part. 

“Despite that,” Warriors at last relents, “I agree with Legend; dark chocolate is of the dark side.” 

The dark side, of course, being the side of the shadow and his minions, as well as Ganon and all other things evil.  

Shadow, being born of Ganon’s power and Vaati’s manipulations technically qualifies as being from the ‘dark side’, and Shadow was, originally, the one to introduce them to chocolate, so the captain’s thoughtless comment is, perhaps, actually true. Shadow’s preference was the darker and more bitter form of the treat after all, and Vio’s tastes had followed in kind, whether because he actually liked the stuff or because he wanted Shadow to think he did, he’s never admitted, but as a result the only sort Shadow ever brings them is the dark kind, so it’s all the colors have ever had until Legend started sharing his own stash with their group, and by now they’re too accustomed to the other sort to be able to enjoy the more creamer, sweeter, sort of thing. 

Of course, once the subject has been visited by their group, apropos of Four’s comment, they all have to share their thoughts on the matter.  

“I don’t like any sort of chocolate,” Twilight admits, “it makes me sick, but taste ways the dark stuff really is the worst.” 

“Agreed.” Time sounds, shaking his head and making a face, and by that of course it means he actually makes a face at the thought, not just grimaces. “Ravio had me try it once when I was small and I put ants in his dinner the day after in revenge.” 

“Jokes on you,” Legend snorts, “Ravio likes ants, he probably thought you were just being nice.” 

“Crap.” 

Wind giggles, but he nods the vet’s way in agreement with the others. “Yeah, Ravio had me try it too and it’s just...yeah, not my thing.” 

“Or mine.” Hyrule states, and no one questions why the traveler would know because everyone knows Ravio and Legend dote on the teen. The idea that they’ve made sure he’s tried the otherworldly treat in all its potentially tasteful forms is no surprise to anyone. 

Of course, that does leave them with only a little hope as they turn to the first and last of their number and hope, maybe just a bit too desperately for something that’s really rather trivial, that the two will have some modicum of sense. 

They are met with disappointment. 

“Not my cup of tea.” Sky agrees, shaking his head, and their last bit of hope drains away when Wild shakes his head in an echo, face pulled into a bitter expression as if the thought of the dark, sticky goodness truly disgusts him. 

“There’s no accounting for taste.” They sigh, and sip their cocoa as though to make that the final thought on the matter. And it is. Legend goes back to scowling at his cup for a moment before sparking into a round of what to anyone would sound like complaints about his room-mate but what the rest of them can tell quite well by now is truly just Legend chattering about Ravio because he can, and also, most likely, because he misses him. Warriors shares his own thoughts, and Wind and Time add to the matter with short anecdotes, and it really is quite pleasant to hear them discussing the dark world hero slash not-exactly-hero with such fondness. 

Still, Four really is a bit disappointed that their brothers lack taste, especially as it means that any chocolate anyone’s likely to score in the months until they finish this journey (because let’s face it, it’s been two months already and they’re still wandering about lost and clueless) is going to be the overly sweet sort. And that is most unfortunate, and definitely something they sulk just a bit over that night as they sit on watch. The others are all sleeping soundly, curled up in their usual twos and threes, With Wild and Twilight both having migrated in their sleep to be caught in their old man’s arms, Legend and Hyrule curled together like baby minish and Sky not far away, now left alone because Four’s been wakened to sit on watch. Wind, who’d been on watch before and had promptly drifted off the moment he’d lain down, is curled up on Warrior’s chest. 

And that leaves them. Four sits on the edge of camp, just finished with a preliminary parameter check, and they definitely do not sulk. 

They are still definitely not sulking about the others teaming up against them on top of having horrible taste when there’s a snapping sound not too far away, and when they look up, hand already drifting to their sword, they’re shocked, horrified and maybe just a bit (just a tiny bit mind) terrified when they see, of all things, the shadow itself standing not three meters away. 

Their hand flies instantly to their sword, a shout on their lips before the figure raises its hands in the all too universal (seriously, it’s universal across the universes) gesture of surrender. 

What the actual- 

Vio, if you say the word I think you’re going to say in front of Red, I will personally scrub our mouth out with soap. 

-heck? 

Nice save. 

Because this is the shadow. Not their shadow, but the one that almost killed Twilight and that’s been going after certain members of their chain specifically. The one that’s been the whole reason they’re here and that keeps trying to actually kill them and its- it’s alone, walking very slowly towards them, hands up, and honest to Hylia is actually just threw its weapon into the bushes yards away. 

What the actual fudge? 

Vio. 

The shadow, which looks terrifyingly like most of their brothers (the other heroes and not the facets of themself), stops after a moment. It’s eyes glimmer for a moment when it- 

He? 

Not to assume, but ‘he’ is far better than ‘it’ unless he chooses to tell us his pronouns, and ‘it’ is just offensive unless requested. 

They? 

Let’s go with that. 

-they look at them. Them specifically, not the group, not their sleeping brothers, but Four. 

“What do you want?” They ask the dark being. What they mean in the moment could be anything really: what does the shadow want with dragging them around through time? What do they want with the heroes specifically? What Four asks now is more centered of course on why the other being approaches camp, but they’ll take any answers they can get. 

The being smiles, their teeth the only part of them that seems to catch any of the light at all, save of course red eyes. “I have something for you.” 

“If it’s an offer of betrayal, been there, done that, I have my own shadow, thanks.” 

Can we really claim him like that? 

Yes. 

Are you su- 

He likes us claiming him, 

Alright then. 

The shadow smiles at them, and... oddly enough, the smile looks a lot like Time’s, and not the creepy sort of smile when the Old Man is making their lives miserable, no, it’s the almost affectionate look the elder hero casts on themself and the others when they are acting particularly boyish or messing around with each other. 

Good grief, what is going on? 

And that’s a question and a half, something that has the various facets of their mind scrambling until, unfortunately, they realize that the shadow has stopped even closer than it had been a moment before. 

Maybe it’s stupid of them, but they get up and move closer. Maybe that’s Vio, maybe it’s Vio because Vio really lacks any form of self-preservation and happens to be the one that knows how to get a shadow to listen to him. Not that they really think they could convince this shadow to join them like Vio had with their Shadow, but still. 

The dark entity watches them, face open and posture relaxed, weapon cast aside but really of no matter when they know full well that shadows don’t need weapons to kill people. Still, Vio or Red could probably handle any sort of attack by darkness, so while they are wary as the approach the thing, they aren’t entirely on edge. 

They smile again, the shadow, and then reach for- 

“I’m not getting a weapon.” 

-something behind themselves.  

Their hand tightens on the Four Sword as they watch, but just as promised the shadow does not produce a weapon, but rather a small bundle that’s offered to them. 

Naturally, despite Vio, they do not touch it. 

The shadow chuckles, a sound that would frankly be chilling were they not accustomed to their own Shadow’s evil cackles and laughter. “It’s chocolate. I heard you say you liked it.” 

Blue has to stop Vio swearing again in confusion. “What?” 

“It’s dark.” The being of darkness says, grinning, “which is the best sort. Darkness is always superior, and for agreeing so, you may have this.” 

Honestly, it’s like some sort of crazy delusion, but they take the bundle anyway. Granted, it could be poisoned, but for whatever reason they doubt so. Once it’s in their hands though, a hand, clawed despite its Hylain look, ruffles their hair briefly. 

And then the shadow is gone and Four is sitting there with a bundle full of sweet, rich, dark chocolate in their arms. 

“Well that was weird.” They declare to the world as a whole. 

The world as a whole does not respond. 

[eeerilyrealistic]

HOW DOES IT TASTE WHEN YOUR BLACK COFFEE IS BAD?

well this particular cup of shitty black coffee's taste is split into three distinct parts,

base: hot water,

mid: soggy,

with a top note of burnt something

has an aftertaste of peppercorn,

like if you made peppercorn soup

yet still has a pinch of that brightness, or is that bitterness (?), that most black coffee drinkers start to ignore once they have it all the time but is integral to the experience of drinking your coffee black

like biting into an orange peel but only for a millisecond, not bright enough to stick with you as something profound or memorable;

adjacent to the slap of biting into a dark créme liqueur chocolate, but one that is expired and from an unfamiliar truffle box branded to replicate something well-liked;

and still, this is a gross exaggeration and is too complimentary. that slap is quickly attenuated by the slopping, sogging, leaking amniotic fluid from the broken overstuffed trashbag that follows

AN ASHTRAY OF CIGARETTE BUTTS THAT HAS BEEN RAINED DOWN ON. ITS JUICES ARE STRAINED INTO MY TO-GO CUP FROM THE BEST WESTERN HOTEL.

[brooklynislandgirl]

A Hoard of Hatred || Muse Dislikes Stolen from: dear Coyote, @void-foxy Stolen by: You! The Nurse Shark || Beth Riley

muse name: Elizabeth Irene Riley {haole-fied} least favourite nickname: Beth absolutely hates being called Liz or Lizzy. It began with the Admiral when he needed to call her something other than "the girl" when he had to speak about her. Which she thinks is ridiculous, he was the one who insisted she be named after his mother and grandmother, respectively. Her mother had already chosen a name for her. One that had meaning, purpose and was a nod to their Kanaka roots. Later on in life other people have called her by those and it feels like a fork being dragged against plates. least favourite season. Asking Beth which is her least favourite season is like trying to teach a pig to sing ~it will only frustrate you and make the pig mad. Autumn is her first love; the fire-leaves remind her of Pele, but less angry, less destructive. She loves the quietude that settles in, the rain-soaked afternoons, the excuse to make some coffee or tea and snuggle up under a blanket, while it's still warm enough to enjoy the daylight. Winter is a close second because this is when you get your best surfing weather. It encompasses many of the family holidays that brings people together. Summer gives her the most daylight which is important when you're still afraid of the dark. If she has to choose, then it's probably spring. An increase in people's allergies, stress, people doing stupid and disgusting things on Spring Break. least favourite: hot or cold? Hawai'i lies just below the Tropic of Cancer and tends to have balmy temperatures. Beth finds the mainland to be entirely too cold most of the time. She prefers hot coffee and tea. She likes her showers and baths somewhere in the range that other people call "flesh melting". And while she does find snow to be a fascinating phenomenon, she dislikes cold in general. least favourite holiday: This is a toss-up. Beth feels Valentine's Day has nothing to do with venerating the saint it is named after, and that it has become far too commercialised with terrible chocolate and enforced romance. She feels every day should be lived with love in one's heart and not one day that Hallmark dictates. Beth, instead, chooses to consider 14 February as a celebration of Captain Cook's death. She equally dislikes the idea of Columbus Day. A day romanticised as a celebration of a known slave-monger, a coloniser, and a lie. She prefers to celebrate Indigenous Peoples' Day. least favourite food: Shark Fin soup. But also peanut butter. least favourite flavour:   Artificial anything. Her sense of taste is so sharp all she can taste is the chemicals, not the flavour itself. She also despises frostings that are nothing but sugar and lard {like the frosting on Lofthouse cookies, or most grocery store premade frosting} least favourite drink: Moxie. Which is a great thing if you want the lingering, unforgettable taste of the dregs of hell through a much used, never washed sieve comprised of athletic socks and jock straps, then gently mixed with carbonated molasses. least favourite scent: Roses. She doesn't mind them in a garden but if she walks into a room and smells roses, she will turn right around and walk out again, try and mahalo. least favourite sound: The Admiral...still breathing. The word "slow" being spoken in the emergency room. Open-mouth coughing. And finally, "I love you." least favourite TV shows: Beth doesn't really watch television for the most part, as she rarely sits long enough to get through an entire show. However, she hates, in particular: "reality" shows and medical dramas {largely because of the plots and because the actual science/job is so so so wrong}. She absolutely loses her mind over faux-chest compressions.

least favourite area of school: Language arts. Beth has a complicated relationship with the English language. Particularly homophones, homographs, and homonyms. Digraphs ~th in particular~ are the devil to someone who has auditory processing disorder. least favourite aspect of their job: Where to start? Terrible management. Awful working conditions and long hours, virus exposure, stress and pressure. Doctors who eat you alive and spit you out, and think they are entitled to do so. Emotional Burnout. The horror stories of trauma and ER nursing are vast and lengthy. But Beth thinks the worst part is knowing no matter what she does, how hard she tries...she can't save everyone. If asked specifics, she'll say calling or running a code in paediatrics or the NICU.

least favourite trait in others: Casual cruelty. Microaggressions/passive racism. least favourite thing to talk about: The Admiral and Iwalani. Andy's death {verse specific}. Herself. least favourite thing about themselves:   ...Everything. least favourite daily chore:  Beth has a housekeeper, a cook, and only really does her own laundry when she needs to. She already knows, you don't have to tell her she's entitled. She does however hate day-to-day dusting because she isn't tall enough to get most of the high places. .least favourite type of clothing: Anything too tight/restrictive along the legs. least favourite superpower: Flying. X-Ray vision. Super speed. An entirely engineered super-war suit that makes you think you're a rock-star when you should be thinking on how to improve the lives of those so far less fortunate than you. least favourite thing about falling in love: Knowing that there's a snowball's chance of it being returned. least favourite thing about death: That it has to exist to balance life, that it is a natural thing. How unexpected it can be.

[fllagellant]

okay let’s go! 🖊️🎶🖤☕️ for whichever character has been on your mind the most lately.

YAYAY TY … chose 2 for each ..

🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?

Giilvas has the titular golden rose tattoo .. starts on the side of his neck and weaves its way down his left side .. all golden yellow ink all rose flowers and leaves and thorns … he does get more post bg3 … a rapier down his spine ( this does get touched up often ) and a crescent moon on the inside of his wrist ( Wyll has a matching sun on the inside of his ) … he could be talked into many more but he is also indecisive as hell when it comes to tattoos

Lucian does ! Both bc he likes getting little designs just everywhere but some are because his patron demanded them , the throat tattoo is the biggest example .. he’ s also managed to sit thru a few tail tattoos to get little patterns wrapped around his tail . He’ s always open to more bc it is Fun

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

Seoras likes more folk and drinking songs . Things that involves the group and builds off of outside participation … he can’ t really play to save his life , he can hold a tune fairly well ! But he just likes the togetherness of the music .. easy to keep rhythm with

As a bard, Lucian has an appreciation for all types of music . He doesn’ t have one favourite , and his preferences shift everyday . Though , he is a flutist first , and usually ends up showing extra love to songs and musicians who also use a flute or a similar instrument .. pan flutes are always something he always enjoys seeing and hearing

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

Omen . Well . Hard to not have killed and broken trust with his record . Especially as a Paladin , being seen as a beacon for hope and care only to turn around and be compelled by Bhaal to kill … yeah . He ended up killing the first friend he made outside of Menzoberranzan because there was no longer anything or anyone keeping the urge in line . He does carry the guilt everywhere and it Is killing him slowly so !

Giilvas is not new to having to kill . Both to protect others or to protect himself . He’ s made peace with the fact there are stains on his conscience and that he really isn’ t absolved of anything by feeling guilt so … he’ s learned to more past it . He’ s also broken people’ s trust , but only people he was never actually going to help anyways . Using his charisma to get what he needs and dealing with whatever he must afterwards ..

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

Danior is a nightmare in the drink department .. he is drinking Concoctions . Straight up toxins . Hot, bitter teas that are both a) an extremely acquired taste and b) could definitely make people ill at best if they have it . Coffee is also very dark , very bitter , and definitely mixed with something that makes it Worse . The most normal thing he drinks is fresh water

Seoras is used to drinking fresh milk , mostly from cattle , and he does go out of his way to purchase some whenever he can . Besides that , he goes for tea . He’ s used to making medicinal teas with a lot of honey to help with bone aches , sleep problems , muscle cramps , etc .. his teas are easy to drink , but can be a bit overly sweet on occasion ..

[l-i-n-u-s-k-a]

I'm bored. How the bats take their coffee headcanons

Bruce: when he's out as bwucey he orders one of those obnoxious overcomplicated sucrosey drinks that make every barista want to quit their job, when he's at home he takes it black, he doesn't even enjoy it, he thinks he deserves to suffer for it because the darkness of the coffee matches the darkness of his soul or some other emo shit. When Alfred makes coffee for him he adds cream and sugar because that's how he likes it best

Dick: just sugar. He's boring. He gets weird looks for it but doesn't care

Barbara: black americano. She does enjoy it. She would take it normal if she didn't live off constantly gulping it down for dear life

Jason: cappuccino with cream foam, cocoa powder and a heart decoration on top. When out with other people he says he likes it black. He's lying, he can't stand the bitterness

Tim: boiled redbull

Cassandra: she doesn't drink coffee, doesn't like the taste

Stephanie: macchiato except it's 20% coffee and 80% milk and sugar

Damian: the only hot drink he likes is hot chocolate (and that's canon)

Duke: he doesn't need coffee, he gets a full night sleep like a little angel (that's a lie, he pulls all nighters causing chaos and messing around with his friends and gang (he steals off Tim's redbull stash))

Alfred: earl grey (spiked with vodka)

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒. ______________________________________________________________ Muse full name.    Hriob Riebe Zagel

least favorite nickname. Hriob's past lives have held many titles, and many nicknames, good or bad. Against all odds, however, his most embarrassing and depressing moniker for him is not one of his own from this lifetime, but one from his immediate predecessor: Number Nip was coined from a dark point in Krakonos/Rubezahl's life, where he was desperate enough to kidnap a 'Princess' more than likely just a nobleman's daughter blown out of proportion in later retellings simply to have someone to talk to... only to be tricked into hyperfixating on a spilled jar of turnip seeds as she made her escape... bringing shame to him for his ASD traits, his loneliness, and bringing him even more apprehension about trusting others even in the best of circumstances.

least favorite season.    Hriob is heavily attuned to and has things he loves - and dislikes - about all seasons almost equally... however, Autumn tends to have a stronger impact on him due to the power of Samhain/All Hallows Eve/Halloween, and the rampant spirits overwhelming and wearing him out in the aftermath. As his power and connection to spirits grows, the fun of being a method actor is slowly outweighed more and more by the insanity and exhaustion of the annual possession, leaving him dreading more than looking forward to the event unless he can devise more safety measures for himself.

least favorite  –––  hot or cold?  Hot. He is more than used to the cold, and loves to be warm... but there is a such thing as too much warmth, and while he can handle the heat of the forge an over-baked desert would be the death of him- if for more than just that reason. Steam and humidity he can handle, hot arid air is harsh on him.

least favorite holiday.    Samhain, All Hallows Eve, Halloween... whatever you want to call it, it is the reason he is beginning to loathe Autumn more than the other seasons, and what once had been a fun evening to let loose his inner child and creativity has slowly evolved into a dire responsibility and harrowing ordeal.

least favorite food.    Asparagus. Anything that makes using the bathroom smell worse just by eating it is a no-go in his book. The flavor isn't very good either, and the texture alone is nauseating no matter how you cook it.

least favorite flavor.    Bitter. He has a strong taste for both sweet and savory things, an occasional enjoyment of sour foods, and a wide variety of herbs, spices, and seasonings he uses liberally in his cooking... but he has never truly come to enjoy anything akin to Coffee, Licorice, or certain kinds of medicines, especially those with an oddly metallic aftertaste. Thankfully his unique properties tend to ensure harsh medicines and caffeine are never things he has to worry about. Dark Chocolate, however, is an exception to the rule, though he uses it more as an additive or a topping/garnish for things rather than a food in-and-of itself.

least favorite drink.    Coffee. Hriob is very much a tea person, thank you very much. Chai Lattes might be able to get him interested slightly, but he will never be a fan of straight-up coffee, much less black coffee or dark roasts.

least favorite scent.    Blood. A scent he is all too familiar with, one that brings up thousands of bad memories, panic and anxiety on a good day and frantic berserk overreactions on a bad one. Fresh or Drying, Blood might push him over the edge in a fight or spar, and when self-control is one of his biggest needs and struggles that alone means he is wary of it on principle already.

least favorite sound.    Pain. Be it emotional or physical, hearing someone suffering triggers a flight-or-fight reflex in Hriob in record time, even discounting his empathic abilities locking onto it by default and forcing him to share in it unless he focuses specifically on blocking it out. Even if he gets carried away at times in the heat of battle, there is nothing he hates more than hearing someone suffering because of something he did, or suffering when he can do nothing to ease their pain.

least favorite tv shows.    All of them, but especially soap operas and children's shows. He honestly understands the appeal, but he is by-and-large a reader more than a watcher, and he doesn't own a TV. Informational shows may be interesting to an extent if he hasn't already seen them, but even if he loves babysitting on occasion he finds having to watch cartoons - especially those meant for very young children - to be a special kind of hell. That, and for dramas... he has enough of it in real life, too much to enjoy it in fiction.

least favorite area of school.    Hriob is largely self-taught, and rarely struggles in absorbing new knowledge even now. No specific area of study stands out as his 'worst' or 'least liked'

least favorite aspect of their job.  Hriob is self-employed, technically... so nothing really stands out.

least favorite trait in others.  Dishonesty. Even ignoring how being Fae makes one's vows and promises self-fulfilling and dangerously important to keep, the one thing Hriob fears and hates more than anything in others is Betrayal, and those who habitually lie tend to earn his suspicion and distrust in record time. For a man who feels he has nothing at times, he is wary of being given something broken back for all his losses.

least favorite place.   Wastelands. Hriob's powers, his very life force, is tied to the life around him... being in urban environments is not healthy for him long-term without considerable vegetation nearby such as a park or garden, but true 'dead zones' where next to nothing can live are anathema to him.

least favorite thing to talk about.    Himself. He can have pride in his abilities, in his skills, in his knowledge and understanding... but at the end of the day those are things he has or can do, not himself; and he sees himself as a deeply flawed, easily scary and distrustful person, one who must work hard to simply be accepted by others in the first place. The scars on his body are only the prelude to those upon his mind and heart, after all... and each one is a weight keeping his self-perception down in the mud of doubt and loathing.

least favorite thing about themselves.   Duality. There is nothing so difficult as having the sensibilities of a healer at odds with the instincts of a warrior, the powers of understanding unraveled by a feeling of disconnect, the logical control of rationale swept away ceaselessly by unwavering passions and impulses, of peaceful pacifism weighed down by a vicious innate lust for vengeance and reprisal... and to know there is no avoiding all that is bundled up within you, no matter how hard you try.

least favorite daily chore.    Self-grooming. He still washes, brushes, and does his best to keep himself in shape, but he rarely considers such chores to be 'vital' in a self-care sort of way... less trying to be the best he can be, and more simply keeping his body and mind well-tuned in a more detached manner than most would find strictly healthy from a psychological lens.

least favorite type of clothing.    Spandex. Form-fitting is one thing, itchy and unbreathable is another. Anything that gives him a rash is another no... and Spandex takes the cake for checking off ALL the wrong boxes with Hriob... though the fact it seems to be a favorite of those irritating self-proclaimed 'Super-Hero' types does it no favors by association.

least favorite thing about falling in love.   Heartbreak. Whether or not he admits it, he is a romantic at heart... but nothing is so crippling to him as the fear of opening up to someone he wants to trust, to care for, to be himself around... and to find they don't like what they see. Given some of his past, this is not even an unfounded fear, making it all the harder to get him to open up healthily.

least favorite thing about death.    The thought that, even if he knows he is the latest in a long line of reincarnations and re-inventions, there is no promise that he will have a successor, that he might finally, truly die without coming back... and nothing would take his place, leaving so much undone and so many unaided...

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘. @thelittlestdemon 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆. @xxlordalexanderxx @hannah-the-small @heroesxdemons @sweet-chimera @green-x-reaper @ladyarjuna

[guardianreadersofthegalaxy]

If I were on the Off Menu podcast:

Still or sparkling water: Still, obviously. Sparkling water tastes rank. One time when I was a kid, a friend's mum gave me sparkling water that had gone flat so I couldn't tell it was sparkling. I couldn't swallow it so I just spat it out all over my pizza.

POPPADOMS OR BREAD?!?!?!?!: Usually I'd say bread - something a bit oily with olives in it and big flakes of sea salt - but I've got a big meal planned and I don't want to fill up. So i'll have a single poppadom and some mango chutney.

Your dream starter: This is kind of academic because I'm ordering small plates, but the first proper dish I want going in my mouth is boquerones en vinagre. It's fresh anchovies marinated in vinegar and oil and seasoned with garlic and parsley and the best boquerones are made in Cambio De Tercio, a tapas restaurant in South Kensington. And to accompany that, I'd like a cold glass of gazpacho (cold tomato soup). I had this a lot in Cádiz and it's the most refreshing thing.

Your dream main course: Ok, deep breath... I want the crunchy prawns we had at my wedding, the potatoes with aioli I ate in Valencia, an Insalata Caprese (tomatoes, mozarella & basil) made by my dad, deep fried courgette flowers, a small ramekin of my partner's courgette carbonara w. homemade linguini, grilled halloumi from Bar Mezze (a greek restaurant in Muswell Hill my family used to go to before it closed), taramasalata, tzatziki, baba ghanoush (cod roe dip, yoghurt/cucumber dip & smoked aubergine dip) and a big Turkish flatbread for dipping and sauce moppage.

Your dream side dish: Again, academic because of the small plates but I'll go for the broccoli w. garlic and chilli from Boulangerie Bon Matin in Finsbury park. The broccoli's nicely grilled and not too oily or salty and the chilli gives it a real zing. Also, in my fantasy, my partner's sat across from me eating the wood roasted chicken from Moro in Islington and she's giving me little forkfuls to try.

Your dream dessert: I'm not much of a dessert person but I'd never say no to a slice of my mum's chocolate birthday cake. It's nothing fancy (though the layer of grated dark chocolate over the top is a classy touch), but it's as delicious now as it was when I was a kid.

Your dream drink: So before the meal even starts I'd like a Lychee Martini at the bar. Then with my boquerones, I'd like a glass of Pegoes, a Portuguese wine we had at my wedding that has an interesting banana-y taste. When the small plates arrive, I'll move on to a 3/4 pint of Mythos, a Greek beer perfect for hot days and oily food. Then with dessert I want a little glass of Sauternes, my favourite dessert wine. Then, if it's lunchtime I'll just have a homemade filter coffee, with plenty of milk.

Your dream restaurant: I'll stick with the Mediterranean theme and imagine myself in a seaside town, where it's hot but you're cooled by the breeze and you can see the boats bobbing in the bay. Occasionally a moped revs past but otherwise all you can hear are the other diners and the waves lapping against the harbour. That, but with comfortable chairs!

[kellshaw]

Happy WBW! What's the harshest part of your world? Be it a place, a law, something character-created or otherwise, what is just HARSH?

There are many harsh places in Zheist—the island prison of Gorgamont that was constructed to contain one man; the demonic realm of Thargul where the inhabitants labor to build an endless wall against parasitic horrors, and the kingdom of Arar-Seddesh where civil war has reigned for over sixty years.

But the place I want to tell you about is Elisandra's Coffee Shop.

It's a place that inhabits the cracks between the mundane world and the supernatural. If you're not aware, you won't notice the little alleyway leading into it, nor smell the richly roasted beans wafted towards you. I first saw it a few years ago, on my way to a book club meeting. Drawn by the smell of perfectly prepared coffee, I turned down the alley and saw a battered wooden door set into a brick wall. A worn sign stated: Elisandra's Coffee Shop. Best Coffee. Ever.

Glass bells chimes as I opened the door. Inside was a room with polished wooden floors. Five tables set with chairs, and smells of polished wood, baking bread and perfect coffee. There were eight people seated. Before them were tiny cups for short blacks, large mugs for cappuccinos, and some held glittering mugs through which I smelled richly melted dark chocolate.

Behind the counter, a woman stood. Lined face, greying hair pinned back, wearing a crisp, white apron. She radiated a warmth and smiled as I came in. "I'm Elisandra. What can I get you?"

"A long black, please. No sugar." Here, I will clarify for the benefit for the reader and explain this meant I wanted a black coffee in a tall mug, no cream or sugar. Such is how we name our coffees in Zheist.

She went to the machine on the bench. I didn't recognise the model—it was ancient and stained. Smoke poured from vents as the barrista adjusted unseen switches and dials with well practiced, gnarled fingers.

When she had finished, she slid the mug of coffee to me on the counter. I sipped it.

Oh, the taste. Like mournful black bitterness; a hit of heady regret and melancholy that was sweet to my soul. I sipped again. And again. And with each taste, I rejoiced. It was like achieving catharsis—crying after a good movie. Making up with a friend you after a terrible argument twenty years ago. Finding a treasure after a lifetime of searching.

Elisandra sighed. "Mmmmm. So good." Now her face was unlined, and her hair was tinged with brown. Her eyes sparkled.

"What are you doing?" I tried to dash the coffee on the floor, but my fingers refused to uncurl from the mug.

"You come here to drink my coffee. I drink you in exchange." She smiled, and this time there was no warmth behind it.

I turned to run, but couldn't. My legs remained frozen to the spot.

"Sit down." Elisandra guided me to an empty table. She slipped the cup in front of me. "Finish this. Have another. When I've had enough, you'll have paid your dues and you can leave."

For years I sat there, trapped, diminishing with each sip of black coffee. Around me, people withered at their tables, and yet their eyes were lost in dreams as they sipped on their lattes, and hot chocolates, enjoying the slow slide into oblivion. They faded with each serving, until all that was left was an empty cup on the table and an equally empty chair.

And yet I persisted. My black coffee habit served me well—I remained focused on the here-and-now rather than lost in sugar-sweetened dreams. And I trained myself to let go. To only sip enough. Bit by bit, I regained control. I could move my fingers, shift my feet. Now I waited for when Elisandra's gaze was no longer upon me. And yet she stood behind the counter always, never moving.

One day, the door jingled open. A newcomer entered—a red-haired ogre woman, eyes shining. "This smells great!"

"Flee! While you can!" With a burst of strength, I pushed my table over. My coffee spilled like obsidian blood over the floor. I knocked aside the woman and rushed outside the front door. Harsh day light greeted me, and strange, futuristic cars glided down the streets.

Behind me was only an empty brick wall. I ran, and didn't look back.

[mademoiselle-red]

Top 5 beverages!

Turkish coffee, but as a pour over

A controversial opinion, I know, but hear me out: I find traditionally brewed Turkish coffee a little too strong and bitter for my tastes, but I absolutely love buying ground Turkish coffee (without cardamon, another controversial opinion, forgive me) from the Asian grocery store and making it into a pour over at home. The result is a much milder version that still retains the spicy flavors of the coffee, but with none of the bitterness, and it goes down very smoothly with a dash of milk. Plus, no coffee grounds at the bottom of the cup to deal with once you are done, since it’s all been filtered out!

Italian Hot Chocolate

Let me set the scene for you: it was an afternoon in late December, between Christmas and New Years. My traveling companion, an archaeologist, had enthusiastically dragged me away from the shopping district that I was quite happy to find myself in and set us out on a long trek to some obscure church so she could show me a mural that I “simply have to see”. We arrive at the old church and learn that the final entry of the day was 20 minutes ago. Deflated, cold, and hungry, we walked through the streets of Milan, heading back to the neighborhood our hotel was in to look for dinner. It was getting dark, and it started to rain. We turned a street corner and saw a dazzling sight: a beautiful cafe with a white storefront, lights glowing from its large windows illuminating the marble tables within. As we pushed in the heavy doors, we were greeted by the smell of hot chocolate, and the menu above the white marble counter confirmed our senses: this was a chocolate bar, offering a dozen different flavors of Italian hot chocolate. I ordered one with dark chocolate, hazelnut, and whipped cream. A few minutes later, it arrived on my table. It was heaven in a cup. A very small glass cup (only a third of the normal serving size typical here in America) in which one could see thick black-brown liquid chocolate, topped with rich whipped cream (a little over-whipped, on the buttery side, which is exactly how I like it), and crushed hazelnut drizzle. It was glorious. I bit into the whipped cream, sucked in the hot chocolate in one big slurp, felt the thick lava-like liquid roll down my throat, and relished in the warmth that spread as it passed through my chest. It was much more bitter than American hot chocolates, and richer in flavor, with a nutty almost caramel-like aftertaste. This was the first time in my life where I wished I could stick my tongue into a cup and lick the inside clean.

Hot Apple Cider with whipped cream and cinnamon

This one is a winter classic in Germany. I first had it in Berlin on a bright sunny day in a cafe attached to a beautiful cemetery that I’d scrolled through that morning. It was the first time I had whipped cream with apple cider, and it made the entire thing feel extremely indulgent and i think it helped bring out the natural sweet-sour taste of the apples, add in the cinnamon and you have liquid apple pie in a cup 🤤

Riesling

IT IS THE BEST WHITE WINE (although Retsina is a close second). And the brands that are usually available at my local store in the states suck 😭😭😭. A good Riesling should be slightly sour, slightly sweet (the bad ones are usually too sweet), and dry. Riesling is the perfect summer drink, good for picnics in the sun, or dinner out on the balcony, with seafood, arugula / rucola, and white asparagus (with ham and hollandaise sauce, of course)

Japanese-Style Whisky Highball

Ice, whisky, and soda water (and maybe a dash of lemon to change it up). It tastes fantastic. Perfect for every season. Easy to make at home, great to order in restaurants and bars. It’s especially great with yakiniku or any kind of barbecue / grilled meat dish. I also tried a Shochu version of this in a canned bottle from 7-11 in Japan.

[synthwife]

rate your favorite sugary coffee drink (ex. white mochas, brules, iced coffee etc etc)

FUCK YEAH I LOVE GIRLYDRINKS

sorry nonnie idk if you come from a place with caribou </3 but caribou is literally the best. caribou solos. caribou negs. i did a whole project at school about caribou. i go there so often the workers recognize me.

spicy mocha: 10/10. this is all ive been drinking for the past week. tastes like those red hot candies. burns so good. extra tasty with dark chocolate and extra whip. (caribous whip is way better than starbucks)

i haven tried any of their other holiday drinks yet bc im NOT looking the barista dead in the eye and saying "fa la latte" with a straight face

pumpkin white mocha: 10/10

mint condition mocha: 10/10. i havent had one in a long time...... but i remember them being really tasty..... maybe ill get one tomorrow on my way to school

caramel nitro high rise: 8/10. i dont remember this one either. but the nitro literally makes me WIRED. i only ever drank it out of necessity. it was yummy tho.

turtle mocha: 7/10. the flavor is kinda forgettable honestly but its still a classic and i order it whenever theres nothing else on the menu i like

oh also i only go to starbz when the Peppermint Mocha is in season. thank you mein kleines anon for allowing me to ramble about my favorite place <3 if it isnt obvious i fucking love mocha

[coffeefranchisehub]

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In this article, we’ll explore the characteristics that make certain coffee beans more suitable for espresso, the different Peet’s Coffee options that can be used for espresso, and how to choose the best blend based on your personal preferences. Whether you’re an espresso enthusiast looking to elevate your at-home brewing experience or simply curious about Peet’s Coffee’s offerings, this guide will help you find the perfect Peet’s blend for your espresso needs.

What Makes Coffee Good for Espresso?

Before diving into specific Peet’s Coffee blends, it’s essential to understand what makes coffee suitable for espresso. Espresso is a brewing method that involves forcing hot water through finely-ground coffee at high pressure. This results in a concentrated, full-bodied coffee shot with a thick crema on top. The characteristics that make a coffee blend ideal for espresso include:

Roast Level

Espresso generally calls for darker roasts, which are known for their bold, rich flavors and low acidity. The dark roasting process caramelizes the sugars in the beans, producing deep, chocolaty, and smoky notes. However, medium roasts can also work well, especially if you prefer a more balanced or fruity espresso.

Body

The body of the coffee refers to its mouthfeel, or the weight and texture you experience when drinking it. A good espresso should have a thick, syrupy body, which is typically achieved with darker roasts and beans from certain origins, such as South America or Africa.

Acidity

While some acidity in espresso can add brightness and complexity, too much acidity can result in a sour or unbalanced shot. Espresso blends are usually formulated to have lower acidity, allowing the deeper, roasted flavors to shine through.

Flavor Profile

Espresso should have a well-rounded flavor profile, with notes of chocolate, nuts, caramel, or spices. Peet’s Coffee is known for its deeply roasted and complex flavors, making many of their blends well-suited for espresso.

Now that we have a better understanding of what makes coffee suitable for espresso, let’s take a closer look at some of the best Peet’s Coffee blends for making espresso at home.

1. Peet’s Coffee Major Dickason’s Blend

Why It’s Great for Espresso

Peet’s Major Dickason’s Blend is arguably the most popular Peet’s Coffee option for espresso lovers. Named after a loyal customer of Peet’s, this blend is a dark roast with a rich and complex flavor profile. The beans are sourced from multiple origins, giving the blend a deep, bold body with notes of dark chocolate, earthy spices, and a subtle smokiness.

Flavor Profile

Body: Full-bodied and velvety

Acidity: Low

Flavors: Dark chocolate, nuts, earth, and a hint of spice

Why It Works for Espresso

Major Dickason’s Blend is perfect for espresso due to its boldness and complexity. The dark roast helps reduce acidity, allowing the rich, deep flavors to shine in an espresso shot. It produces a creamy, full-bodied espresso with a thick crema that balances out the flavors. Its versatile flavor profile makes it ideal for straight espresso shots or milk-based drinks like cappuccinos and lattes.

Best Uses

Straight espresso shots: The rich, complex flavors of Major Dickason’s Blend shine when brewed as an espresso shot.

Milk-based drinks: The boldness of this blend pairs beautifully with milk, making it a great choice for lattes, cappuccinos, and macchiatos.

2. Peet’s Espresso Forte

Why It’s Great for Espresso

As the name suggests, Peet’s Espresso Forte is specifically designed for espresso. This blend is a full-bodied, medium-dark roast with a rich and smooth flavor profile. The beans are sourced from Latin America and Africa, giving the blend a balanced flavor with notes of caramel, chocolate, and fruit.

Flavor Profile

Body: Full-bodied and smooth

Acidity: Moderate

Flavors: Caramel, dark chocolate, and a hint of fruity brightness

Why It Works for Espresso

Espresso Forte is blended and roasted specifically for espresso, making it an excellent choice for brewing the perfect shot. It has a smooth and velvety texture, with just the right balance of sweetness and acidity. The blend’s subtle fruitiness adds complexity to the espresso without overpowering the rich, roasted flavors.

Best Uses

Straight espresso shots: Espresso Forte’s smooth, balanced flavor makes it ideal for enjoying as a pure espresso shot.

Milk-based drinks: The caramel and chocolate notes in this blend pair well with milk, making it a great choice for lattes and flat whites.

3. Peet’s Italian Roast

Why It’s Great for Espresso

Peet’s Italian Roast is a deep, dark roast known for its bold, smoky flavors and intense richness. This blend is designed for those who prefer a strong, full-bodied espresso with minimal acidity. The beans are roasted to bring out dark chocolate and smoky undertones, resulting in a powerful and flavorful shot.

Flavor Profile

Body: Full-bodied and intense

Acidity: Very low

Flavors: Dark chocolate, smoke, and a touch of caramel

Why It Works for Espresso

Italian Roast is perfect for those who prefer a traditional dark espresso with bold, intense flavors. The deep roast level brings out the smoky and chocolatey notes, while the low acidity ensures a smooth and balanced shot. This blend is particularly good for making ristretto or double shots of espresso.

Best Uses

Ristretto or double shots: Italian Roast’s intense flavor shines when used in concentrated espresso shots.

Americano: The boldness of this blend works well when diluted with water for a smooth, rich Americano.

4. Peet’s Arabian Mocha Sanani

Why It’s Great for Espresso

Peet’s Arabian Mocha Sanani is a unique blend featuring beans from Yemen. This single-origin coffee is known for its complex and exotic flavor profile, with notes of dark chocolate, wine, and fruit. While this is not a traditional espresso blend, its intense, full-bodied flavors make it an excellent option for those looking to try something different.

Flavor Profile

Body: Full-bodied and complex

Acidity: Medium-high

Flavors: Dark chocolate, wine, and dried fruit

Why It Works for Espresso

Arabian Mocha Sanani is a bold, intense coffee with a flavor profile that stands out when brewed as espresso. The combination of chocolate and wine-like flavors creates a unique and layered shot that is both rich and complex. The higher acidity in this blend adds brightness, making it an intriguing option for those who enjoy more adventurous flavors in their espresso.

Best Uses

Straight espresso shots: Arabian Mocha Sanani’s exotic flavor profile makes it a great choice for espresso shots.

Espresso tasting flights: This blend works well in espresso flights, allowing you to compare its unique flavors with other blends.

5. Peet’s French Roast

Why It’s Great for Espresso

Peet’s French Roast is a dark, robust coffee with smoky and caramelized sugar notes. It’s one of the darkest roasts available from Peet’s, making it ideal for those who prefer an intense and bold espresso. The beans are roasted to the point of caramelization, producing a strong flavor without bitterness.

Flavor Profile

Body: Full-bodied and robust

Acidity: Low

Flavors: Smoke, caramel, and a hint of dark chocolate

Why It Works for Espresso

French Roast’s intense smokiness and deep caramel flavors make it an excellent choice for those who enjoy a very dark and bold espresso. It produces a strong shot with a thick crema and minimal acidity, making it ideal for those who want a powerful and straightforward espresso experience.

Best Uses

Espresso shots: French Roast’s boldness is best enjoyed in concentrated shots.

Espresso-based drinks with milk: The strong flavor of this roast cuts through milk, making it ideal for lattes and cappuccinos.

How to Choose the Best Peet’s Coffee for Espresso

When selecting the best Peet’s Coffee for espresso, it ultimately comes down to personal preference. Here are a few factors to consider when making your choice:

1. Flavor Preferences

If you prefer a rich and chocolaty espresso, Major Dickason’s Blend or Italian Roast might be the best options. For those who enjoy a more balanced shot with caramel and fruit notes, Espresso Forte or Arabian Mocha Sanani could be the right choice.

2. Roast Level

Darker roasts like French Roast and Italian Roast offer bold, intense flavors with low acidity, while medium-dark blends like Espresso Forte offer more balance with a smoother texture.

3. Espresso Type

Consider how you like to enjoy your espresso. If you prefer straight shots, blends like Arabian Mocha Sanani or Major Dickason’s Blend are excellent choices. For milk-based drinks, a blend like Espresso Forte or Italian Roast can provide the right balance.

Conclusion

Peet’s Coffee offers a variety of excellent choices for making espresso, each with its unique flavor profile and characteristics. Major Dickason’s Blend, Espresso Forte, Italian Roast, Arabian Mocha Sanani, and French Roast all have distinct qualities that can enhance your espresso experience. Whether you’re a fan of rich, dark flavors or prefer something more complex and adventurous, Peet’s has a blend to suit your taste.

When selecting the best Peet’s Coffee for your espresso, consider your flavor preferences, roast level, and how you enjoy your espresso. With the right blend, you can achieve a perfect shot of espresso that highlights Peet’s commitment to quality and flavor. Happy brewing!