#untabled

[jackalopearts]

Remittance: intricate embroidery/ fluttering gait / compelling voice / bleeding heart

[aglennco]

a full dance card

[ahcoffeebeans]

by the bog of cats

leave this place now or you never will...

[astercrash]

When your ex boyfriend crashes the wedding and poisons the bride and groom wyd

[cadmium-free]

no context papa bombarello, enjoy

[rohirric-hunter]

It occurs to me that "Oh how the tables have tabled" is not, like, a common idiom and I probably confuse people when I say it. It's because years and years ago someone in a group chat I was in would say "Oh how the tables have tabled" when we were being mean to characters and then someone else would say "NO!!!!!!!! DO NOT TABLE THE TABLES!!!!!" and to this day it holds up as one of the funniest interactions I've ever seen.

[eightyninetwentyseven]

i just read that the problem isn't that we hate food, but the fact that we love it too much, and we try to love it less, AND I FELT THIS.

i just want to be like those people that forget to eat. that doesn't feel that hungry even after 10 hours of not eating. my boyfriend on the other hand is one of those people who loves eating to the point that he has giving up trying to lose weight.

i don't have anything against him gaining weight or eating because that is all up to him, and i still love him no matter what, BUT i worry for his health. and i am not sure how to bring that up to him without being rude or mean, because he has a complex about his weight, even though he has no motivation to do anything about it.

what to do..?

[adribosch-fan]

¿Es mejor la margarina que la mantequilla? Esto es lo que dicen los expertos

Estas grasas untables no son la mejor opción nutricional Paloma Santamaría Desde hace años la polémica entre los defensores y detractores de la margarina y la mantequilla está servida. Cada uno defiende los posibles beneficios y perjuicios de estas grasas sin ponerse de acuerdo. Lo cierto es que hace años, la mantequilla fue demonizada por sus altos niveles de grasas saturadas que se asociaron…

[nightcourtseer]

III. Dawn

Read on A03

Summary: Azriel and Elain enjoy a much-needed respite in Dawn.

Dedicated to @santkazoya for the 2023 @acotargiftexchange

The streets of the city were near empty as flaring morning sun peaked over the hilltops to light the streets in gold-soaked cobblestone.

“Have you been here before?” Elain asked, tilting her head as she looked around while they walked.

“Once or twice,” Azriel replied with a smirk, and Elain looked over to make a face at him, barely restraining herself from quipping back a comment about his age.

As if he read her mind, Azriel laughed quietly and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“But this is the best visit yet, even under the circumstances.”

Elain tightened her hold around his arm.

They had given themselves one morning. One morning of rest, having arrived in Dawn late the previous night. Thesan had entertained them with a glittering dinner into the late hours of the evening, until Elain had made her excuses and Azriel escorted her back to her chambers.

Only, not much sleeping had occurred when they arrived.

The night had stretched on and Elain greeted the first sight of the morning sun through the kaleidoscope of colors contained in the stretch of Azriel’s wings as he pressed into her. She held him close as he slowly, luxuriously made love to her as if all of the time in the world was theirs.

Azriel could only marvel at her as the sun gilded the halo of Elain’s hair splayed beneath her as she came with a quiet cry. He knew no sunrise would ever compare to that one - there was no possibility that he could ever feel such a heartbreaking combination of elation and melancholy as when she pulled him closer still so that there was no distance between them as he reached his peak as well. Giving her everything he had as he burrowed his face into the warmth of her neck, feeling the race of her heartbeat beneath his own.

When they had finally untangled themselves, Azriel had pulled Elain into his chest so that they could watch the dark sky illuminate itself with pinks and oranges and lilacs.

“Sleep, or see the city?” he had asked as he lazily drifted up and down her arm with a scarred hand.

Elain pressed herself up to face him with a hand on his bare chest. The stark paleness of her skin in contract to the whorls of black ink.

“City,” she responded excitedly, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. Even though dark circles lined her eyes, and a pleasant soreness had settled in her limbs, she rushed to pull on a simple dress reticent of the rising sun itself before pushing Azriel out the door.

It was those same dark circles underneath both of their eyes that prompted Azriel to begin the search the streets for a specific kind of storefront.

“Let’s stop here for a few moments,” he said, gesturing to a small shop nestled in the middle of the quiet street - the only shop where a living thing seemed to stir, as its owner swept the fallen leaves out front. Winter had not yet fully arrived in the more southern solar court, the trees only just having shed the last of their brilliant colors.

Azriel was secretly thankful that no vibrant hues of Autumn dared trickle into the oasis that they had found in Dawn. Although that conversation, and the topic of its prince and the inevitable visit to his homeland, lurked on the horizon just beyond the shadows.

As Azriel steered them to the direction of the door that had been left wide open while its shopkeeper worked, Elain’s face flushed as she went to untable herself from Azriel’s arm. But Azriel only offered her shoulder a comforting squeeze.

“No one will question us here,” he murmured into her ear as he sensed her hesitation. “They say Day Court is for lovers, but there is no match to Dawn when it comes to privacy and discretion.”

Elain nodded, a sense of relief setting into her as she relaxed once more under the comforting weight of the Illyrian’s arm. There would be no need to hider here then - no need to shield herself with a different pair of eyes, or an unfamiliar set of locks.

“You’re open?” Azriel inquired as they approached. The middle aged fae nodded with a small smile, his dusty blonde hair curling over the nape of his neck. Elain tried not to gawk at the strange palor of his skin, and of the extra long and nimble fingers wrapped around the length of the broom. She knew there were lesser fae around, but she had rarely encountered many outside of her limited travels. Curiosity bit at her cheeks, but she stayed silent even as she wished to talk with the shopkeeper, to learn about his life.

There would be time, she reassured herself. This would not be their last visit to Dawn.

As Azriel led her inside the small shop, the comforting smells of home enveloped her - the scents of her own kitchen. Coffee and tea and spices cocooned her as she admired the rich decor of the patisserie.

Colorful glassware in a sunrise of pastel hues were displayed on glass shelves behind the counter, which was near overflowing with freshly-baked targs and pastries and quiche in a rainbow of jams and fruits and crusts.

Steam still swirled around them inside of the large glass case, twisting like the drowsy shadows hidden away underneath the lavender skirts of Elain’s dress.

Small nooks and dark wooden bistro tables were scattered around the narrow space, and Azriel picked up a piece of newspaper off the edge of the countertop before guiding them to the front corner booth with the best view of the awakening street outside of the large window.

The booth was small, and Azriel carefully tucked himself in next to Elain, furling his wings carefully so as not to bump her as he returned a warm arm arounx her shoulder, unfolding that day’s paper in front of them.

Elain couldn’t help a small, sad smile from quirking at the corner of her lips as she sunk further into his side, curled into the side of his chest as she met his gaze.

“Is this alright?” He asked her, voice still slightly rough from the low moans and other sorts of desperate sounds that Elain had teased from him late into the night.

“I just wish it could always be like this,” Elain answered, turning her head to face put the window as she couldn’t bear to catch the glimmer of shared pain reflected back at her in the shadowsinger’s hazel eyes.

She knew he felt the same.

“The paper?” She asked curiously, trying to lift their moods once more when she turned back to him, scanning the printed ink that Azriel had opened in front of them.

“If you truly want to know the goings-on in any court,” Azriel surmised, brow furrowed as he scanned the headlines. “The best place to start is with its own citizens.”

Elain pressed closer to him still as she joined him in reading the latest that the Dawn Court had to offer.

But soon, the words began to swirl together and her eyes grew heavy. The lull of the comforting scents of home and the exhaustion from the night before intermingled until she felt an inevitable sense of drowsiness that blanketed her as warmly as Azriel’s wing.

Before long, the shop faded away into warm, sun-soaked dreams.

Elain’s mind drifted while she slept, with thankfully no nightmares to disturb her few moments of peaceful rest. All thoughts of Koschei and his soul pieces gone - all that occupied Elain’s mind was the sensation of Azriel’s warm shoulder beneath her head, the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat, the rustle of pages that reminded Elain so happily of so many days sat drinking tea in the garden while Azriel poured over reports.

The shop was quiet, save for the owner in the back humming quietly to himself. The clink of glassware like wind chimes, and the whistle of a kettle an accompanying flute.

Once, Elain could have sworn she felt the rumble of Azriel’s chest and the low, siren song of his voice. But not directed at her, it was not enough to rouse her from her light sleep.

It could have been minutes or hours before she stirred.

Elain woke to Azriel’s body curling around her protectively as his lips grazed her forehead. Elain mumbled something in discontentment until Azriel’s nose brushed against hers, pressing a barely there kiss to her lips as the angle of his body gave her privacy to wake.

“Coffee’s here,” he murmured into her ear, and the sensation was enough to send a shiver down Elain’s spine that fully woke her.

“I’m awake,” she grinned, her eyes still heavy as she fought sleep to come back to him.

“You say as such, but I have a hard time believing you when your eyes are still shut,” his voice lilted, amusement coloring his normally even tone.

She let out a small sigh as she forced her eyes to open fully, blinking away the harsh glare of the now-risen sun flooding the still-quiet shop.

The sight in front of her held her attention as she gaped at the spread that Azriel had clearly ordered when she dozed. About a dozen various delicacies were spread out before them, some she didn’t even recognize. And two cups of coffee in dark shades of purple glass sat waiting, steam rising and wafting the bitter, comforting scent of morning toward them.

“What is that?” Elain asked, scrunching her nose as she leaned closer to examine the cup in front of Azriel.

“Coffee,” he replied, confused and he turned to look at her. “Why?”

“That’s a cup of milk and sugar,” she cringed as he lifted the full cup to his lips.

“To each their own,” Azriel replied, his hazel eyes alight as he took a long, luxurious taste as Elain shuddered.

“Besides,” he added, mischief still ripe in his deep morning voice. He leaned closer, as if to whisper a secret in her ear as he let his lips brush the point of it. “I like sweet things, remember?”

A flash of a memory, a burst of desperation from Summer and a dark head pressed between her thighs. Elain flushed, willing her arousal to tamper so that it wouldn’t be detected by the shop owner pattering away in the kitchen.

“Don’t say such things when we’re so far from our suite,” Elain responded as smoothly as she could, tilting her head up to meet his churning gaze. Azriel’s own cheeks pinkened in a barely there blush as he willed his own body to calm its rising storm.

“What should we try first?” she asked, turning back to the spread in front of them. She marveled that such a place was still empty, even as the streets had slowly began to fill with more shop owners and meandering browsers. She had a sneaking suspicion that the male beside her might have something to do with the way that they still had the shop all to themselves.

“Everything,” Azriel laughed, tipping his head back as he reached for a place of pastry that was overflowing with fresh, fragrant berries. She marveled in the brightness in his eyes, the richness of his laugh that made her heartache and want to hear it again, and again, and again.

“Then let’s begin,” Elain responded with her own laugh, pressing a grateful kiss to his warm cheek. “I’m starving.”

[gravvitywritestrash]

Dincember Day 7, Prompt: Blanket

gender neutral reader!

Warnings: none!

Series Masterlist

You were freezing.

The Razor Crest’s power system had started malfunctioning, forcing the mandalorian pilot to emergency land it on the closest planet before it shut down completely. Unfortunately for your small crew of three, he had landed the ship in the middle of an open field on the side of the planet currently going through its winter season. The past three days had been cold, but today was unforgivably so.

It wasn’t snowing, luckily for you. The wind was a problem, though. It blew against your bundled frame, threatening to knock you over onto the snow covered ground. Even though you had layered up and were currently tightly wrapped in your thick winter cloak, the wind still managed to seep through the thick fabric and bite at your skin.

Once you had landed on the snow covered planet, you were able to quickly find the cause of the problem. Some of the circuits to his fuse box had started to fry, causing many of the fuses to short. It was a simple fix once you could get your hands on the right parts. Your problem started out fine, an easy fix and a relatively short hike to the nearest city, which was only a few klicks away. The problem became worse when you weren’t able to find the parts, instead having to wait three whole days for the parts to be delivered to the city. And if that wasn’t enough, this massive wind storm had started only an hour after you had left the city.

Mando hadn’t liked the idea of you traveling to and from the city alone, but the ramp to the crest could only be opened and closed from the inside, thanks to the power short. It also wasn’t safe to bring the kid out in these freezing temperatures. And since you knew exactly what needed to be bought, you had insisted on going. That left you to fight the bitter cold alone. You were lucky that the path to the ship was relatively easy to follow back, if it hadn’t been, you were sure the wind would have knocked you off course by now.

The thick blanket of snow made it very hard to move quickly, but once you saw the Crest, you picked up your pace, trying to move as quickly as possible. Luckily for you, Mando must have spotted you through the viewport and was currently manually lowering the ramp as you neared.

The inside of the hull was a little cool, but it was much warmer than outside. The space heater set up on the ground provided the small space with some warmth, warmth you were so happy for. The wind had kicked up a great deal of snow along with it, causing your cloak to be damp and almost frozen to your body.

The kid was happily babbling once you made your way near the space heater, trying to get close enough to start warming up. You pulled out a slightly frozen cookie for the kid, the once beautiful icing covered sweet now covered in icicles and stuck to the wrapping. But the kid was not deterred, and still happily grabbed it from your hand once you managed to get the wrapping off.

While Mando closed the ramp back up, you busied yourself with training to get the bag of supplies and your cloak untabled from each other. It seems the wind had somehow wrapped a part of the cloak around the strap of your bag, and you were currently stuck with both still wrapped firmly around your chest. You were so caught up with trying to figure out how to untangle yourself, you hadn’t noticed when Mando moved behind you, but you jumped when his warm gloves ran over your neck when he tried to grab one of the straps off your shoulder.

“You’re freezing.”

He noted, while gently lifting the strap, and most of the cloak, over your head. Him lifting the bag like that removed most of the cloak from around your form as well, as now it was only tangled around one of your arms. But once he had it over your head, he thrust the bag back into your hands and walked to the back of the hull.

You muttered a quiet thanks while fighting the cloak off your arm. He was right, despite the space heater providing warmth to the hull, you were still freezing. You wanted nothing more than to wrap up in a blanket with a warm bowl of soup while sitting next to the heater.

And it seemed like your wish was going to come true, because once you had managed to wrestle the cloak off, and gently set down the bag of parts, Mando was back, in front of you this time. Your head shot up to look at him while he wrapped a thick blanket around your shoulders. His hands dropped from the edges of the blanket once you grasped the edges of the blanket. His hands smoothed over your shoulders, guiding you to crate the kid was currently perched on.

“Sit. I’ll make you something warm.” And then he was gone again.

You caught a whiff of something warm, and a little spicy as you wrapped the blanket tightly around yourself. You angled your head down to the blanket, and it only required a small sniff to realize that this was his blanket. And you tried to fight the urge to bury your nose in it and inhale deeply, knowing Mando was only a few steps behind you. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself by sniffing his blanket so openly.

But it smelled so good, you couldn’t help taking a few quiet deep breaths in. It smelled metallic, scented with leather and something you could only describe as warm. It smelled like him.

Maybe it was a little silly to be so moved by a little gesture, but it sitting there on the Crest next to the kid you adored and being taken care of someone you considered a friend, you were content. Though you were still a little cold, you couldn't deny the fuzzy warmth that spread through your face and chest at the gesture. His blanket, wrapped around your shoulders, by him.

It meant more to you than it probably should have, though you'd allow yourself to revel in it, just for a little while longer.

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taglist: @honeydjarin

[jackalopearts]

The Lark: bloody history / unbelievable speed / red velvet interior / bed for two

[aglennco]

affection (or Solstice Sixtine's complete list of people it would suck to watch die)

[ahcoffeebeans]

For is perhaps too romance-pilled

check out this post on cohost!

[astercrash]

The Mad Alchemist, Eschaton Elegy

[cadmium-free]

City Limits: Explosion in the Paint Factory (Youtube/Spotify)

my attempt to take a lot of the music each of us shared while playing armour astir and make coherent listenable playlists. the listenability of this one is incredibly debatable. this one was in my notes for a long time just as "the fucked up and evil playlist"

We’ll Suck Forever - The Garages (May & Peta) | Pretty Fly (For A White Guy) - The Offspring (Dipthera) | Redesign your Logo - Lemon Demon (Vista Smithsonian) | Temporary Secretary - Paul McCartney (Matt Paint) | Doritos & Fritos - 100 Gecs (Room to Grow Teens) | En Slemmig Torsk - KSMB (Room to Grow Teens) | Lightning Strikes - Klaus Nomi (Agitant) | Man-Made Object - Lemon Demon (Vista Smithsonian) | Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads (Papa Bombarello) | They Might Be Giants - I’ve Got A Fang | A Mask of My Own Face - Lemon Demon (The Nameless) | The Savers - Perry & Kingsley (Beep Snortz) | Numb (80s Remix) - Linkin Park (Papa Bombarello) | Prisencolinensinainciusol - Adriano Celentano | Fictional Aisle - Tall Boy Special (Venty) | Disco! In the Panic Room - Bug Hunter (Dewey Glen) | Tom Lehrer - We Will All Go Together When We Go

[xox000xox]

Openly ADMITS Babies Mamas / Single Mothers Are The Cause Of Their Son(s) Becoming EFFEMINATE!!

Yet, Refuse ANY ACC😳UNTABILITY‼️ WATCH...