simmering lights

Date Night

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Request: Could I request a dean x girlfriend reader fic where they have been doing one hunt after another for months and when they finally get some time off dean plans an elaborate date night like normal people would have so they can feel like and ordinary couple for once? Fluff and maybe smut please? Thanks!

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,400ish

Warnings: none

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made a simple lil face tonic.
I use a cotton ball and lightly dab it onto my skin for a magic boost~

the ingredients are:

- juniper ( for protection, healing. )
- lavender buds ( purification. )
- rose petals ( love, beauty, youth. )

to do:

- heat up water over the stove, bring the water to a light simmer before adding in your herbs.

- turn the heat to low and let it sit.
leave for around 30 to 45mins.

- use a sifter to drain the herbs from the tonic, let it sit and cool.

- put in container.

you’re all done~!

please test it on your wrist before using. make sure you’re not allergic/have any irritation. 👌

this smells soooo good, so you could even do it just to make your home smell yummy!

scorpius malfoy with long hair

1. Over the summer break after second year, Scorpius decides to let his hair grow longer than he usually does, denying his father’s frankly listless attempts at trying to cut it.

2. Albus doesn’t see Scorpius much that summer, only a day here and there, and during those days  Scorpius tries to hide his hair from Albus so he can surprise him at the start of third year.

3. Cue the start of third year, Scorpius has let his hair grow so that’s it’s now just below his ear, and it’s silky and soft and it gets tangled easily and Scorpius is sure Albus will love it.

4. What Scorpius doesn’t foresee is how much Albus will love it. Scorpius spots Albus a bit away on Platform 9 ¾, and excitedly lowers the hood of his muggle hoodie, pushing through the bustling crowd to get to Albus and tap him gently on the shoulder.

5. Albus turns around, and Scorpius braces himself for Albus’s wide eyed appreciation and smiling mouth, but he gets more than that. When Albus turns and sees Scorpius and his new hair, he literally jumps back in surprise, almost knocking over someone’s trolley. His green eyes are the size of saucers, his hands covering his mouth. Scorpius tries to take this reaction in a positive way, spreading his arms and grinning, “Hey Albus! Did you miss me?“ 

6. Albus just slowly takes his hands away from his mouth and whispers, "what did you do to your hair?”

7. Scorpius explains he let it grow out over the summer. Albus tentatively reaches forward to take a a couple of silvery blonde strands between his fingers, his mouth open in awe, his eyes now sparkling. “It’s beautiful,” Albus breaths, seemingly caught up in the way the weak September sunlight hit Scorpius’s hair and made it shimmer against his neck. 

8. Scorpius, not expecting this reaction, feels himself blush a deep red and turns quickly away from Albus, pulling the hood of his jumper quickly over his head again to hide his face. 

9. During the whole train ride after that Albus is just staring at Scorpius’s hair in wonderment, running his fingers through it almost like he can’t help it. During this Scorpius’s face is going to melt it’s so hot, and Rose decided to just leave them two dorks to it, leaving the compartment with a sly smile at Scorpius, who chokes slightly when Albus’s nails scratch gently along his scalp.

10. Albus can’t even stop himself at the start of the year feast, keeping a stroking hand at the nape of Scorpius’s neck, his fingers continually running through the strands. Of course everyone notices, number one because, damn Albus can you not? And number two because damn Scorpius can you not?? 

11. Even though he looks absolutely beautiful, Scorpius becomes the butt of many bully’s jokes, ranging from “hey trying to pretend to be a girl so Potter can finally like you??” to “oh following in daddy’s footsteps are we? i always knew you were evil, Malfoy.”

12. Of course, Albus hears most of the jabs and gets so angry at every single one of them, shouting and sometimes even sending curses at every single person who even dares to even look at Scorpius the wrong way. This lands him in a lot of detention, which Scorpius attends too, out of love for Albus defending him but also anger at it. He pesters Albus during these detentions to stop his outbursts, that he can "fend for himself”. Albus always agrees wholeheartedly, more so watching Scorpius’s mouth and they way it shapes words then what Scorpius is actually saying. 

13. Even though Scorpius says he’s okay, sometimes the jokes and the jibes get to him and one night Albus finds the blonde crying in the Slytherin common room, his wand pointed at his hair and a mirror in front of him, ready to chop. Albus rushes over to him and snatches the wand out of his hand, and Scorpius just turns and continues sobbing into Albus’s chest, clinging to the black-haired boy’s shirt with shaking hands. The rest of the Slytherin house find the two in the morning curled up on a couch together, Scorpius’s tear-stained face nuzzled into Albus’s neck and Albus’s hands curled around Scorpius’s head protectively. No one says a thing.

14. Near the end of third year, Scorpius’s hair has grown out just past the line of his shoulders and Albus had never felt more happy. Scorpius has taken to twist his hair up and stick a quill in it to make it stay, and he always runs his fingers through the hair that falls across his forehead when he’s nervous or stressed. 

15. Sometimes in class, when Scorpius has his hair down, Albus can’t stop himself from just reaching over and running his hands through it, twisting it around his fingers and making tiny cute braids in it that Scorpius pretends to hate but secretly loves and leaves in the for the rest of the day. This leads to a lot of teachers reprimanding Albus, and it even comes to Professor McGonagall calling Scorpius in after class and gently requesting him to keep his hair tied up during lessons, so that he won’t “intervene with other students learning”. Scorpius just smiles weakly at her and walks out of the classroom.

16.  So Scorpius does, pulling it up with either a spare bobbin he steals from Rose or one of Albus’s skinny neck ties that Ginny bought the black-haired boy for Christmas, twisting if around and around and leaving the ends dangling so it looks pretty and delicate. This actually just distracts Albus more, because all he can think about when he sees Scorpius with the tie in his hair is that’s my tie on his hair my tie on hIS HAIR???!! By this time most of the teachers have just given up giving out to Albus for fiddling with Scorpius’s hair. All McGonagall does is roll her eyes.

17. And then it’s the summer again and Albus insists on having Scorpius over for the whole summer, and somehow, Draco agrees to this. That summer basically consists of Albus coaxing Scorpius to put his head in his lap so he can play with and braid his hair. Scorpius tries to sound exasperated but everyone knows (including Albus) that he loves it.

18. Ginny finds them one night curled up together in the garden, Scorpius’s head on Albus’s stomach and Albus’s hands just stroking ever part of Scorpius they can reach, including his face, his arms, his neck, his chest, his stomach, his hair. Scorpius has his hands gently grasping at Albus’s own when they’re wandering over his skin, trying to keep them still so he can feel Albus’s warmth. They whisper to each other what they want to do at Hogwarts next year and what new sweets are coming into Honeydukes and how Scorpius just has to try them. Ginny smiles to herself, quietly calling for Harry. The two parents watch in gentle awe, Ginny beginning to beam when she sees Scorpius turn his head to nuzzle his nose into Albus’s stomach when the black-haired boy makes a particularly stupid joke. Harry grins too, guiding Ginny away after a while, knowing the boys wouldn’t like it if they knew they were being watched.

19. All Ginny does that night is smile, unable to sleep because her son has someone that he loves so much and she’s gonna tear up because she’s so happy he’s happy and oh my merlin Harry isn’t it just so wonderful??? Harry agrees gently with his wife, smiling to himself because merlin’s beard he loves his family. 

20. It’s the morning everyone goes back to Hogwarts and Scorpius doesn’t know what to do with his hair because it’s getting scarily long now and wtf does he do with all this tangle???? And suddenly Lily appears out of nowhere and grabs Scorpius by the hand and drags him over to a chair and sits him down, walking around so he has his back to her. “I’m gonna braid your hair, Scorp,” she says cheerily, already working at his hair with nimble fingers. “’M sure Al will love it. You don’t mind if I twist in some glittery ribbon too? It’ll go beautifully with your colouring!” This is the first time Lily and Scorpius have actually spent alone together besides small chats in the corridor when they’re passing each other and knowing smiles across the kitchen table when Albus makes a particularly bad joke, so Scorpius lets her, enjoying the way it feels when she gently pats his head, whispering “you look wonderful, Scorpius.” Scorpius then decided that he loves Albus’s family.

21. Then they’re on the platform and the Hogwarts Express is whistling and Scorpius is hauling his suitcase down the corridor of the train and he passes a compartment of first years who actually stop to just stare. Scorpius notices, of course he does, and he smiles, sliding the compartment door open and sticking his head in. “Are you all okay?” he asks gently, trying to make his voice as open as possible as to not scare the dazed looking eleven year olds. A girl, who herself has a short pixie cut, stutters slightly “y-your hair.” Scorpius grins, grabbing at the end of his braid and tugging at his hair, letting the golden sparkly ribbon that Lily added to it hit the simmering light of the compartment, making it shine brightly. “What about it?” he says, smiling down at the girl. “It’s- it’s long,” she whispers in wonderment, “and you’re a boy.” This widens Scorpius’s smile, and he abandons his trunk for a moment to sit down on the seat next to the smaller girl. “You’re a girl and you have short hair. What’s to say I can’t have long?" 

22. The girl’s expression quickly turns horrified as she stumbles out, "oh- oh no I wasn’t saying it was bad I was saying that it was good like great and amazing and I really like it and um- why are you laughing?” Scorpius explains that he wasn’t laughing at her, and how he thinks it’s amazing that’s she has short hair and how maybe they can be the mismatched duo and they girl just lights up, her eyes sparkling with quick adoration as she looks at Scorpius. “What’s your name?” she says, her words hushed. Scorpius grins. “My name’s Scorpius. How about you?” The little girl’s smile could light up the whole of Hogwarts. “Sam,” she whispers.

23. Sam gets sorted into Slytherin and when she’s sees Scorpius sitting at the table, Albus quietly keeping a protective arm around him, she almost cheers because there’s Scorpius!!! Oo wait who’s that next to him??? Scorpius grins a sparkling grin at her then and motions for her to sit down next to him at the table. All of the Slytherins stare as she does, still clapping about her arrival. Once she’s seated, Scorpius immediately introduces her to Albus, who he had already told about the train incident. 

24. Albus becomes immediate best friends with the girl too, and Scorpius just looks between the two of them fondly as they talk across him animatedly, Albus occasionally sticking Scorpius with his fork because he’s so enthusiastic for this new human being. Scorpius doesn’t mind one bit. 

25. It’s a couple of months later and Scorpius is getting properly worried because his hair is growing so fast??????? It’s nearly down to the middle of his back and he’s silently freaking out with it one morning, twisting it and pulling it and braiding and then re braiding it until his scalp actually HURTS and that’s when Albus wakes up and is like “Scorp just leave it down? It’s beautiful? Please? You’re an actual angel I swear?” And Scorpius is just there bLUSHING and he decides to leave it down for the day.

26. And by golly was that a good idea. By the end of the day he’s made about twenty new first year friends who just adore him and it shocks all the older students cause how tf is that weirdo???? doing that????? And Albus is just there beside Scorpius and all his lil followers with the BIGGEST smile on his face and a casual hand on the small of Scorpius’s back like yes this angel is mine he’s mine you can all just dream of being like him you prats

27. That night Albus steels himself and then quickly scrambles his way from his bed into Scorpius’s. When he opens the curtains and peaks in, Scorpius is there, sitting cross legged, running a brush through his hair. Albus nearly doesn’t want to disturb him now, but Scorpius sees him and smiles, reaching out a hand to gesture him in. “Would you brush my hair, Al?” And Albus just nearly DIES and is like “psh okay yeah alright I’ll do that yup ok”

28. This ends up with Albus lying down with Scorpius on his bed, face to face, heads pillowed on hands and Albus fingers sifting through Scorpius’s newly untangled locks. This position isn’t new to them, after ending up like this most summer nights before school started, with stars in Scorp’s tired eyes and wonder in Al’s ones. But for some reason this time feels different and Albus’s breath speeds up as he feels Scorpius’s hand sliding up his chest to rest at the crook of his neck, fingers gentle but searching somehow.

29. Albus finds himself blurting out “I love you, Scorpius” and then he’s sO red and fuck fuck fuck but Scorp just smiles gently, the fingers on Albus’s neck massaging small circles. “I know Al, I love you too,” he says, and Albus is pretty sure Scorp didn’t realise what he just said, what he meant by it. “No, Scorp,” he murmurs, looking down because Scorpius’s silver eyes are too beautiful and he can’t do this he can’t but he has to and- “I love you. I love you.”

30. And Scorpius is confused for a moment because yeah?? he knows?? But then he sees Albus’s face turning a dark shade even in the dim light and his heart suddenly squeezes in his chest and his body is tingling because he understands he understands he knows oh my god Al I love you too!! But that doesn’t come out because he suddenly realises the position they’re in, noses almost touching, Albus’s hand in his hair and his fingers running down Albus’s neck and he doesn’t think he just acts and pushes forward to press his lips clumsily into his best friend’s

31. Time stops for a moment and all Scorpius can feel is warm, slightly chapped lips unmoving against his own and Albus’s sharp intake of breath and he thinks he’s fucked up and gotten it wrong and shit he’s never been good at reading signals and he’s really done himself in now but then mere seconds later Al is responding, his hand sliding further into Scorp’s hair so he can pull him closer, lips pressing back shakily and Scorp lets his eyes close and he falls into Albus, hand going completely around his neck, pushing up against the other boy.

32. And oh this is so good, so safe because Scorpius realises in that moment, that press of mouth on mouth, that Albus is all he’s ever wanted and that he’s his home. So when Albus finally pulls back slightly to let out a wavering breath, there are big, heavy, happy tears in Scorp’s eyes that he can’t let out just yet because he knows that they will freak out his best friend.

33. “S-scorp,” Al whispers, eyes wide as saucers, lips tingling and brain almost numb and oh my god he just kissed me he just?? I just kissed Scorpius? Scorp? My Scorp?? “What- I’m- I don’t-” and then he’s being shut up by another quick press of lips and Scorpius’s breath washing over his face as he snorts shakily, his eyelashes fluttering like they do when he’s nervous.

34. Albus takes all these little details in, along with how soft and warm and just fucking nice Scorp’s lips feel against his. So he goes in again just as Scorpius is about to speak, and then it’s a game of who can shut the other up faster with sweet, tentative pecks and Al feels Scorp’s hand slide down to rest at the base of his throat where he curls it around the neck of his shirt, tugging slightly. “Let me- let me talk, Al,” Scorpius gasps, his fingers curling tighter. “Let me- please.”

35. Albus is still struck dumb so he finds himself staring, something bubbling up in his chest as Scorp struggles for words. “I- oh my god Al, just, I love you too, you idiot.”

36. “Scorp, I don’t want you to do this just because I said it first-” “Dear god you are a dolt, aren’t you, Potter? Just kiss me again please.”

37. Skip to fifth year and Scorpius Malfoy and Albus Potter are the cutest couple in hogwarts, and Albus has an undercut to compliment his boyfriend’s hair which now reaches past his waist. Albus likes to spell flowers into it. Scorpius is just really in love. 

(apologies for any spelling mistakes or just mistakes in general! hope you enjoyed!)

Meaningless Sky

Passive aggressive mumble
Stupid joke
Sad chair

Wind blowing
Fireworks in one pocket
Flask in another
With white teeth and a bright smile
I slowly dissolve

I’ve fallen in a well
Can you hear me?
I’m lost
Can you save me?
Or maybe throw down some pizza?

My mouth violently slaps open and shut
My eyes shoot into the ground, through the earth, and towards infinity
My blood boils on a light simmer
My silence has become shrouded in misogynistic gestures
My radio’s set to easy listening


“When I first saw your hand in hers,
I almost couldn’t believe it.
But then over the next few weeks,
As you posted about her and she of you,
I observed.
She is the girl who sits in the coffee shop with you,
Silently sipping at her coffee, listening.
And when she replies with a smile on her face and a light in her eyes that I don’t think I ever had,
She’ll talk with a lightness in her tone about anything at all.
She is the girl who walks with you through the downtown lights at night, when it’s a little chilly out, and she will window shop with you.
She is the girl who gets all excited and riled up over her favorite hobby or favorite book and brings it up to you and then can’t stop talking about it,
So you’ll sit there and listen to her, just to watch her excitement sweep through her bones as she talks with her hands and facial expressions.
She is the girl who will be waiting for you at home, nuzzled up peacefully in one of your shirts, dreaming about what the morning will bring.
And you will smile and lay next to her and think about the safeness and the content you have.
For she will always call you when she says she will, she will be there to check up on you and she will make you feel stable.

And I know why it is her and not me,
Because I am the opposite.
I am the girl who runs through sunset fields,
And dark woods,
Her silhouette the only thing you can see as she grabs you by the hand and runs with you.
And when you sit with your legs hanging over the water on some abandoned dock she’s taken you to,
Then she will talk.
She will talk and talk and talk about nothing and everything all at once.
Stuff that leaves you questioning,
Questions that she will answer with more questions.
But she won’t talk to you with a light in her eyes or the lightness in her tone.
She will talk to you with cool marbled darkness in her eyes and her voice like crunching autumn leaves.
But she will smile at you,
But a smile that a predator has,
One she uses to lure you in; for that’s all she knows how.
She is the girl who will take you downtown at night but not stop in front of windows to gawk at bobbles and cloth that she believes you don’t need,
She will take you in the back alleys to the ladders and you will climb up buildings and sit on rooftops and under the stars she will laugh and it will be the first time you see light in her eyes as the stars twinkle in the reflection of that dark marble.
But when you get home at night, she won’t be there.
You’ll lay down and curl up and later she will stumble in and you’ll see her, she will strip to almost nothing and she will lay away from you. And you will watch that hurricane simmer into a light patter of rain as her breathing steadies and her body relaxes.
And then when she is asleep you will touch her arm and she will roll over to you, and she will unconsciously push into you and tuck herself into the protection of your arms.
Because it’s the girl who is unbreakable, unstoppable, unbearable that is the weakest.
And you will be there to hold her and stay with her through the nights where once nightmares are relaxed with your forehead kisses and voice like velvet.

I know why you left me.

And I don’t blame you.

She is safety with her bright eyes, small laughs and dainty hands.

I am wildfire with my wanderers heart, raspy voice and hands dipped in ink.

She was your safe haven after the recklessness that was my love.”

// @acomplex

And brown eyes,
That’s what I remember,
The perfect brown I’d always,
When anyone asked me,
What I was looking for.

Those eyes.
Looked into me,
Like they cared.

Their light glow,
Above and below,
The dark lashes,
That crinkle when,
You smile.

And I covered my,
For you are something.
From a movie,
I wish I was a part of.


Alistair’s Lamb and Pea Stew

“Now here in Ferelden, we do things right. We take our ingredients, throw them into the largest pot we can find, and cook them for as long as possible until everything is a uniform grey color. As soon as it looks completely bland and unappetizing, that’s when I know it’s done.”

Stew is a staple of Fereldan and, to a lesser extent, Alamarri cuisine. Alamarri cuisine tends to be much more interesting than Fereldan cooking, employing many more herbs and spices. To explain the difference, we have to go into a small little culinary history lesson as it applies to Thedas.

The movement from Tribal and Nomadic societies to feudal and city living caused a dynamic shift within the cuisine of Fereldan. Most farms belonged to the local lord, and thus were unavailable to the peasants working them. Fereldan freemen that worked the farms were limited to what they grew on their farm, minus their tithes and taxes to the local lord (who would in turn give some of those taxes and tithes to the king).

Gone were the days of foraging for herbs and hunting for game. Now, Fereldans were limited to what they had at hand. And for most, outside of the nobility, this was fairly little. Of course, they weren’t limited by our world’s limitations (potatoes and tomatoes weren’t introduced to europe until the middle of the 16th century). But that doesn’t mean they didn’t have their limitations. Spices like pepper, cloves, cinnamon, etc would - for the most part - be things that only the nobility could afford, as they would carry additional costs because of the export and import from places like Nevarra, Tevinter and the Anderfels.

This doesn’t mean that Ferelden was devoid of spices and herbs, of course. Edible laurels, juniper berries, borage, caraway seeds, parsley and thyme would all grow throughout Ferelden, The Korcari wilds and the Frostbacks. Rosemary is something that would not be very prevalent in Ferelden cooking, as it would mostly grow in the more temperate climates of Antiva, Nevarra, Rivain, and Tevinter. However, most Ferelden freemen would not have access to these herbs for two simple reasons: First, these herbs would be fairly expensive at the market unless they themselves grew them. Second: most ferelden freemen would have long lost the knowledge to forage for the wild variations of these herbs.

For most peasants, a stew would consist of perhaps one large onion, a few carrots, and a very tough piece of meat. Even farmers would most likely subsist on tougher pieces of meat, as they would sell the more tender pieces in order to make their living. Most Fereldans would most likely not know how to forage salt, and so salt would be something almost exclusive to the nobility. Therefore, most Fereldan cooking would be fairly bland, except for those smart few who knew how to get salt from other sources.

And so we come to the unfortunate reason why Leliana was so unimpressed with Alistair’s stew. However, to be fair, his stew was most likely rather impressive given what he had to work with. Unless the warden was carrying a personal chef in their backpack, whomever was doing the cooking most likely had to make do with whatever they could hunt or forage. This, of course, means that the party would most likely have much better food if their Warden was from the dalish - but that is neither here nor there as far as these recipes are concerned.

The following recipes assume that Alistair (or at least Morrigan) knew what they were doing in terms of foraging ingredients. 

For most recipes in this series, I will be using measuring instruments most commonly found throughout whatever region the recipe is from. For Ferelden cooking, feel free to use these conversions:

  • 1 small spoonful = 1 heaping tsp
  • 1 large spoonful = 1 heaping tbsp
  • 1 ladle = 1 cup
  • 1 mug’s full = 2 cups
  • 1 quarter bushel = 15 lbs, 2 gallons, 16 pints, or 8 quarts
  • 1 basket = 7 lbs, 1 gallon, 8 pints, or 4 quarts
  • 1 full pot (dry) = 4 lbs, 1.5 gallons, 6 quarts, 12 pints, or 24 cups
  • 1 full pot (wet) = 3 gallons, 12 quarts, 24 pints, or 48 cups
  • 1 bunch (herbs, etc) = 1 cup chopped, or as much un-chopped as you can fit into your closed fist without crushing any of it.
  • 1 bunch (plants): 1 full plant’s worth (for smaller plants), roughly 1 lb, or ½ kg (for larger plants)
  • 1 pot = 3 gallon pot / 12 quart pot
  • 1 large pot = 5 gallon pot / 20 quart pot
  • 1 very large pot = 10 gallon pot / 40 quart pot

As an added note: Hickory is not native to Britain, however Ferelden and the Free Marches have been shown to have many plants that are normally native to North America, particularly further up north where the climate is slightly warmer. Therefore, I feel justified in putting it here.

It should be noted that neither of these recipes will look especially appetizing when they are done (As the bone marrow and potatoes will turn the stew this weird uniform grey color). But if they are cooked correctly, both stews will taste delicious.

For an extra treat, consider serving either of these stews with a thick piece of freshly baked crusty bread and a generous amount of fresh butter.

All optional replacements are listed below both recipes.

Traditional Fereldan Lamb and Pea Stew
(makes enough for 30 portions, or enough for all DAO camp members to have 2 or 3 helpings)

  • 1 full Lamb shoulder, with neck attached (about 5-6 lbs), deboned and cut into large chunks, with largest bones reserved.
  • 4 bunches of carrots (about 24-30), roughly chopped
  • 4 bunches of onions (roughly 12 large onions), roughly chopped
  • 1 full pot of potatoes, peeled and roughly chopped
  • 1 fistful of lamb suet (roughly ½ cup)
  • 4 mug fulls of fresh green peas, shelled and cleaned
  • 1 large hickory root, roughly chopped and crushed
  • 2 mug fulls of brown ale
  • 1 half pot of water
  1. Place the hickory root in a very large pot with ¼ of the water. Bring to a heavy boil, and allow it to boil down until it starts to thicken. Immediately remove the hickory root and discard. Reduce the water until you are left with a black substance. Remove this black hickory salt and reserve.
  2. Return the pot to the fire and add your lamb suet. Once suet starts to render, add your carrots and onions. 
  3. Cook carrots and onions, stirring to make sure they cook evenly.
  4. Once carrots and onions start to brown, add meat.
  5. Once meat is browned, add potatoes, bones, ale and ½ of the remaining water (enough to cover by 1 inch). Allow to cook at a light boil until the water turns a brown-greyish color and starts to thicken. 
  6. Add your peas and just enough water to cover by 1 inch. Make sure stew is covered with a small bit of water during cooking, adding extra water when needed.
  7. Cook at a low simmer or light boil until the stew is full of flavor, and water has thickened to a nice gravy, and potatoes have started to break down. Most, or all of the bone marrow should have been cooked out of the bones and been absorbed into the stew.
  8. Add as much or little of the hickory salt as your taste desires.
  9. Remove bones when serving.

Casendz Wacancosÿn
(Alamarri Hunter’s Stew / Chasind Stew)
(A much more seasoned and herbaceous variant of the previous stew)
(30 servings, or enough for 10 people to have 2 to 3 helpings)

  • 5-6 lbs of shoulder, either lamb, venison, or bear
  • 2 lbs of large lamb, venison, or bear bones
  • 4 bunches of carrots (about 24-30), roughly chopped
  • 4 bunches of onions (roughly 12 large onions), roughly chopped
  • 1 full pot of potatoes, peeled and roughly chopped
  • 1 fistful of suet or butter (roughly ½ cup)
  • 4 mug fulls of fresh green peas, shelled and cleaned
  • 1 large hickory root, roughly chopped and crushed
  • 4 fresh bay leaves
  • A small handful of juniper berries
  • A small handful of borage leaves
  • 1 bunch parsley
  • 1 bunch fresh mint
  • 2 mug fulls of brown ale
  • 1 half pot of water
  1. Place the hickory root in a very large pot with ¼ of the water. Bring to a heavy boil, and allow it to boil down until it starts to thicken. Immediately remove the hickory root and discard. Reduce the water until you are left with a black substance. Remove this black hickory salt and reserve.
  2. Return the pot to the fire and add your suet or butter. Once suet renders, or butter melts, add carrots and onions.
  3. Cook carrots and onions, stirring to make sure they cook evenly.
  4. Once carrots and onions start to brown, add meat.
  5. Once meat is browned, add potatoes, bones, ale and ½ of the remaining water. Allow to cook at a light boil until the water turns a brown-greyish color and starts to thicken.
  6. Add your peas and all herbs except for half of the mint, and add just enough water to cover by 1 inch. Make sure stew is covered with a small bit of water during cooking, adding extra water when needed.
  7. Cook at a low simmer or light boil until the stew is full of flavor, and water has thickened to a nice gravy, and potatoes have started to break down. Most, or all of the bone marrow should have been cooked out of the bones and been absorbed into the stew.
  8. Add as much or little of the hickory salt as your taste desires.
  9. Remove bones when serving.
  10. Before serving, add a small handful of the reserved fresh mint.


  • Instead of suet, use butter or oil
  • Instead of hickory root, simply use 2 tbsp of salt and remove the process of extracting the hickory salt
  • You can use lamb, beef, venison or pork for either of these recipes. 
  • Dried versions of all included herbs can certainly be used, but the flavor profile will not be the same. There are certain flavor profiles that you get with fresh bay, juniper and borage that you simply cannot replicate with the dried variants.
  • You can certainly include celery in this stew if you want. However, this would traditionally be a fall and winter dish, and celery is a summer vegetable. If you want the flavor of celery without compromising the authenticity, then you can simply use celery root instead of celery stalk. However, because of the strong and sometimes overpowering flavor, celery and celery root would usually not be used in these stews.
Foodie Friday: Seafood Gnocchi in White Wine Sauce

Servings: 2

-14 oz plain mashed potatoes
-6 oz all-purpose flour
-1 medium egg
-2 tbsp unsalted butter
-3 shallots, chopped
-1 ½ cups white wine
-1 ¾ cups heavy cream
-½ Lemon
-2 cups parmesan cheese, grated
-6 oz large shrimp, cooked (size 26/30 recommended)
-16 oz lumped crab meat, cooked
-Parsley (garnish)

Part 1: The Gnocchi

1. Cook the mashed potatoes - do not add any milk or butter - and allow it to steam dry for a bit.

2. In a separate bowl, mix sifted flour with a little bit of salt and pepper, then beat it into the potatoes until well combined. Add the egg and continue mixing until you have the consistency of a dry dough.

3. On a floured surface, roll the dough into long sausage shapes - about the thickness of your thumb. Cut the roll into pieces about 3/4″ long. Arrange on a tray with non-stick baking paper and place in the fridge to continue drying and cooling until you need them again.

Part 2: The Sauce

1. Melt the butter in a sauce pan over medium heat. Once melted, add the shallots and cook for 3-5 minutes or until translucent. Add garlic and cook until fragrant.

2. Add 2 cup of the wine along the edges of the pan to deglaze. Allow it to simmer until it has reduced by half. Add the rest of the wine, simmer for 2 minutes, and add the cream. Simmer this for 3-5 minutes.

3. While the sauce simmers, bring a pot of salted water to a boil.

4. Strain the sauce to remove garlic and shallots and return the liquid to the pan. Bring it to a light simmer, and add the parmesan, the juice of the lemon, and stir. Allow this to continue heating, stirring occasionally.

5. Add the gnocchi to the boiling water and allow it to cook until it floats - about 3 to 5 minutes. Remove with a slotted spoon and add to the sauce, along with the seafood.

6. Simmer for 5-7 minutes and serve hot with white wine and a parsley garnish!

Magical Ingredient

My mother would say that the magical ingredient in this dish is the wine. While she isn’t wrong, I would argue that the ingredient that is key would be found in the gnocchi itself. The light, fluffy potato pasta lifts the dish to new heights with its soft texture, and brings a bit of romance to an otherwise fairly typical seafood dish.

Potatoes in kitchen witchcraft are a key ingredient for stability and health, being symbolic of the necessities for healthy life. In some ways, history has definitely influenced this. They were cultivated in Peru by the Incan civilization, then introduced to Europe as part of the Columbian Exchange. From there, potatoes became a centerpiece of Irish and German cuisine. So  much so, in fact, that it was a matter of livelihood in the Emerald Isle.

When the potato famine struck, it ignited a mass exodus into America, and potato dishes are again a fixture in American cooking. It’s no surprise that along with these immigrants - both Irish and German - came a tradition of using potatoes in sympathetic magic.

In kitchen magic, use potatoes to ensure stability, peace, and feelings of happiness, love, and satisfaction (making gnocchi an ideal dish for that Valentine’s date). Furthermore, potatoes can be used to encourage prosperity and endurance due to their ability to grow most anywhere. 

In root magic, potatoes can be used to make poppets for sympathetic and healing magic. Like eggs, potatoes can be used for cleansing, either by running them over the body, or by placing it under the bed until it either rots or begins growing.

The skins of the potato also have healing properties. The skin can be placed over inflammation and burns for relief, and shredded potato with olive oil is excellent for reducing irritation caused by dry skin. The juice is said to have positive benefits for the digestive tract, including reducing irritation caused by ulcers and helping the liver process and filter toxins.

With all of these benefits, it is good to keep a bag of potatoes in your kitchen for magic and good meals all around!

May all of your meals be blessed! )O(

In preparation for Lucifer’s Season 2 finale on Monday, @sanoiro and I came up with some headcanons and wrote a one-shot for what could come as a final scene. Hope you enjoy!

A Place That’s Warm and Dark

There are certain implications when you are a celestial being that never cross your mind. The Fall was one of them for Lucifer. The other was the beads of sweat trickling on his puffing cheeks. He knew pain and he certainly was not a stranger to shedding more than enough blood at a celestial confrontation. This time though his constricting torso, battling for a regular breath, holding back a scream was asphyxiating him.

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Old Soldiers, Chapter 13: feeding the spiders

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“Good girl,” Amélie cooed to Ourson, her little black tarantula, a surprise gift from Lena the previous Christmas. “Back into your habitat. I will give you two crickets, one at a time.”

She’d spent an hour cleaning Ourson’s tank, replacing the soil, cleaning the little shelters where the spider liked to hide, scrubbing the shallow water dish, making sure the spider-safe plants were healthy in their hidden pots. The curlyhair didn’t really need, or care, about the plants - but Amélie liked how it made the enclosure look more real, more like the Costa Rica from which the species originally came.

“I think you will be moulting soon,” Widowmaker said, quietly, more to herself than to Ourson, who surely knew the truth of it better than her keeper. “I should make sure you are happy before you begin.” The large spider did not need very much care, really - as pets go, Lena picked a nicely low-maintenance animal - and Amélie did more than really necessary, and enjoyed it.

“Go on,” Widowmaker said, prompting the spider to the ground. It took a moment, but Ourson figured out that this was her home, and stepped lightly onto the new bedding. A moment later, and then there was a cricket, and she pounced, frighteningly quick, surrounding it with her legs and stinging, venom paralysing her prey in moments. Amélie cooed again, “oh, you were very hungry, weren’t you? Well, there will be another once you are finished with the first.”

When she was very young, Amélie had a fear of spiders, which she now found a little embarrassing, and more than a little ironic. But that was long ago, before she knew herself how to sting.

“Amélie!” shouted Lena, bursting in from the landing pad’s exit corridor. “I’m home!”

The Widowmaker replaced the habitat’s lid and turned to her lover, smiling the broad smile reserved only for her, and spread her arms wide. “Come to me, cherie!” The two women collided and spun around in the common room that they’d started thinking of a little bit as the family room, which is fairly silly for a Talon base, but not untrue despite it. “I am so happy to see you again.” She leaned back and looked into Venom’s brown eyes. “I see you’ve been dropping the sniper kit - have you checked in with Dr. Mariani yet?”

“Nah,” said the junior assassin, “I wanted to see you, first.” She kissed her wife, gently. “I’ve missed you so much. Overwatch is wretched. Please tell me we have a mission this week, I want somethin’ to go right.”

The spider chucked. “Oh, no, I’m so sorry.” She returned Venom’s kiss, and pet her head gently, running her fingers through that mop of hair. “A mission - pleasantly, we do, and it should be stimulating. I was saving that news for tomorrow, but… what happened?”

“Lemmie get checked out by th’ doc first,” said the occasional sniper. “It’s a long story.”


“You’re doing well,” said the Sicilian doctor, from behind her scanner console. “Could you shift your eyes the rest of the way back, please?”

“‘Course, doc.” Lena pushed the last of the gold out of her iris. “How’s that?”

“Very good. Dilate your pupils, let me check the cornea? Thank you.” The doctor had Venom look across eight compass points as small white lights danced around Lena’s vision. “All very good. No visual centre confusion around the lack of blind spots?”

“Nothin’ I’ve” - she chuckled - “…seen…”

Dr. Mariani smiled. “Yes, yes, your jokes are terrible. But your eyes are not. Shift dilation back to baseline? Thank you. Yes, everything looks very good.”

Venom blinked a bit - shifting her iris felt like nothing, but somehow, dilating and undilating her pupils still felt just weird.

“Well, this is all, ah, very healthy,” she said. “There is one thing, but - do not worry, this is not a health question, you are fine. Did you use your chronal accelerator as Mockingbird?”

“Yeaaaaaaah,” said the assassin, stretching the “a” sound. “Sorry. I knew it might mess up your data collection, but when Angie pulled that little demonstration of hers, I just… wasn’t ready for it. I teleported across the room.”

“I thought so. Quite understandable, from what you described.” She smiled wistfully. “I wish I could’ve seen it myself.”

“Some of the data got messed up?”

“Eh, there is a… very small bias shift. I can, ah, compensate, yes. It is probably from the slipstream - unless you happened to be near a powerful antineutron entanglement array at some point.”

“Wot’s that then?”

“A big hummy thing, might make you tingle.”

Lena laughed. “Amélie didn’t go with me on this one, doc.”

The doctor smirked. “I didn’t think so. But I understand, your ambassador friend, he is a scientist, yes? He might have one.”

“Might do. Want me to ask him?”

“Eh,” she waved her hands, “it is not important. I will remember it can happen.” She closed the padd and shut off the scanner. “Your blood chemistry is perfect, your metabolic tests are exactly on track - you’ll feel warm for a little while, like usual, eh? And hungry in, ah, probably a few hours. Drink extra water until you feel the hunger. Good?”

“Yes’m. And… thanks for comin’ out on such short notice.”

“It is no problem, I want these readings for my own work, you know. Thank you for letting me take them.” She backed away from the examination table and motioned to the door. “Now, shoo, get out of here - I want to make the last ferry home.”

“Roger that. Thanks, doc!”


Venom fanned herself as she sat on the couch, back up to her normal temperature, and feeling it. “Terrible, yeh?”

Widowmaker - sitting across the low driftwood-grey coffee table, apart from her wife until she fully recovered - frowned, and shook her head. “I do not know where even to begin.” She cast about, and picked one topic of the many. “I would not think one of Gabriel’s plans would be so fragile. I know that no plan fully survives first contact with the enemy, but still.”

Lena nodded, and drank from her rather tall glass of water. “It’s not all his fault. The intelligence wasn’t accurate, and those weren’t ordinary Los Muertos street rats, but t'be honest - we were sloppy. And y'can’t be sloppy like that.”

“I hope you, at least, hit your shots,” the elder sniper said with sardonic amusement.

The younger assassin snickered. “'Course I did, luv.”

“So now, it is our turn?”

“Nope. I’ve agreed to give 'em another shot.”

“When you voted against even the first?” She gave her wife a thoughtful look. “I am surprised.”

Venom frowned. “I… I didn’t want to. I moved to hand it over, in fact. But…” She ran her hand through her hair. “Y'shoulda heard Mei. You’d understand if y'did. Her whole team got left to die in Antarctica…” She shivered. “I’m not the only one who wants t'see him pay. She just wants it done all out in the open.”

The spider hummed, and sipped at her afternoon glass of wine. An Italian table wine, a bit sweet, but not so far as a dessert wine, with hints of almost apricot. “Public justice, courtroom justice - but there is no small amount of revenge to that, as well.”

“I dunno?” Lena said, sipping again from her water. “Mei…” She looked over at her wife with half a smile, not sure how to put together the words, realised she was trying to say two things at once, and picked one. “She’s not like that. She reminds me of… who I used t'be, y'know? I used to believe in all that a lot more than I do now - and I don’t want to be the one to take it from her.”

Amélie gave her a knowing look across the top of her wineglass. “You know the only justice he’ll face is whatever we deliver ourselves.”

“Oh, yah, I know.” Lena leaned back against the couch. “If I thought tryin’ him would do any good, I’d maybe have different ideas - no matter how much I hate him. But they’ll rehabilitate that bastard in nothin’ flat. You and I both know it. People like him never get what’s comin’ to them.”

The spider smiled. “Which makes this exactly the sort of job you like us to take on.”

“Not so sure of that, either. You haven’t seen the video yet. Lemmie show you.”

She replayed the Amari video, highlighting the key points, and then her own, more recent video, showing the identical outcomes. “We’ll need Angie’s help to take him down - keep him from doin’ this trick - and even she doesn’t know how to make that happen yet. Figurin’ it out’s gonna be hard work. I don’t think she’d do it to help us kill him - but for Overwatch, for a capture? She’ll sort it in a week.”

Widowmaker frowned. “That is indeed a complication. But I can’t imagine even the best nanosurgeons could restore an adequately pureed brain, and I have some delightfully messy rounds.”

Venom’s grin returned, this time properly wicked. “Maybe. I like the idea. But I’d rather not risk it - you didn’t see her revival demonstration.” She frowned, and maybe even shuddered a little. “That was scary, and I know from scary. If he can do that…” She shook her head, and put it out of her mind. Why ask for trouble?

“It sounds to me like we should get her and Doctor Mariani together sooner, rather than later.” She pointed with her wineglass in the direction of the base’s medical laboratory. “Even if it’s not on our preferred terms.”

Tracer took another sip of her water. “I did get her to admit she’s not ageing.”

Amélie hummed, a little pleased sound. “So, at least, that much was accomplished.”

“Yeh. Baby steps.”

“So. The plan is that we let Overwatch fail again…”

“I’m gonna do my level best to help 'em succeed. I have to. But yeah, assuming…”

“…then we know how to kill him. But if we’re wrong, and they take him into custody? Can you live with that?”

“Then…” the junior assassin scowled. “Then… I suck it up. Overwatch hands him over to the ICC, they score big political points, which’ll help keep PETRAS act pressure down to a simmer. He gets off light - least, for a while, 'till he’s out of the news.” She smiled a very hungry smile, “And then, when everyone’s forgot him again, we take him out for good. On the quiet. Everybody wins.”

Widowmaker smiled. “Ah - the best of both worlds. Finesse, across time.”

“I can in fact time-travel, love.” She took another big draw of water, and felt her stomach shift. “Oooh, there we go. There’s the ol’ appetite. I am peckish. Feel like dinner?”

“I thought you would never ask.”

Edmund x Reader: Loving You

Y/E/N: your enemies name lol

“Y/N?” A familiar voice called as they opened the door a smidgen.

“What is it, Lucy?” You asked, looking up from your book.

“I’ve got something for you. It’s an invitation to you-know-what. Do you want me to be here when you open it?”

“I can open it myself. Thanks Lucy.” Lucy gave you a hug, and flashed a sad smile as she turned to leave.

“If you suddenly don’t want to show up to dinner, or want to throw something at my brother, you just tell me, and I will arrange everything.” She said.

“Thanks, Lu.” You called as she closed the door.

You had completely forgotten that you would get the invitation, figuring you wouldn’t be invited.

You turned the envelope over, and was greeted by Edmund’s fancy calligraphy handwriting. It said your name, and you felt a tidal wave of tears come flowing back to your eyes.

You knew it wasn’t supposed to be this way. You felt it in your bones, it ached throughout your soul in a screaming way. The desperation of your cries had simmered to a light teardrop every now and again. The feelings that you had buried inside were never supposed to resurface. You knew from the moment that white envelope with the calligraphy ink was put into your hands that you would just go down that road again. Down the blinding path of heartache and despair, down the sorrowful path of hurt and depression. The paths seemed to call to you as you opened the envelope, beckoning you in.

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This is a rather tedious meal as most soups can be. There are plenty of ways to cheat and make this faster but where’s the fun in that?

I’m going to make this is simple as possible and break the steps down per layer.

Aged Egg:

Soak soft boiled eggs in a mix of 1/2c sake, 1/2c shoyu, 1/3c sugar for 1-4 hours

Dashi (broth)


Kombu (1 sheet) lightly brush with damp cloth but do not rub off the white residue that is all the goodness of the sea.

1.5 densely packed Bonito flakes

6 cups chicken broth (seafood broth also works)

White Miso

In a large pot soak the Kombu in broth until soft, about 30 minutes, then bring to a light simmer. Add the Bonito flakes and turn off the heat. Let that soak for about 5-10 minutes. Filter the broth through a strainer and voila you have a base.

Now you can use half the broth if your making a dish for two or all if it if you prefer miso. Add miso to taste. Some like myself prefer a stronger taste so I add about ½ a cup of white miso paste. Whisk that in on medium low heat until well incorporated.


Dried Shiitake Mushrooms (soak for 20 minutes)

Green Onions

Mochi (pan fried until it begins to puff)

½ lb Fish (salmon or black cod)


2 tbs Wakame Seaweed (soaked in water for 5 minutes)

Ramen Noodles (cooked by instructions)

Silk Tofu

Add all ingredients except for Mochi and noodles and cook on a low simmer for about 5-10 minutes. Once the mushrooms are soft and fish is flaky turn off the heat and divide noodles and broth into serving bowls. Top with Mochi and green onions, and if you like it spicy some Togarashi mmmmmm.

Maid's Handmade Parfait

Anime: Amnesia
Appearance: Episode 5
Time: about 5 hours plus overnight for the ice cream
Serving: Depends on how much ice cream you use for each

So I know it’s been awhile but I’m back! Now first off I made the ice cream mostly because well if I’m going to make it why not show you how to make it from scratch. You dont have to do this, and if you dont have an ice cream maker it will be easier to just buy some ice cream and make it look cute. I made vanilla ice cream because it’s a basic one and because the source picture looked like that’s the ice cream they used.


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Leaky House Soup

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So this summer I went to Harry Potter Land again. They had just opened the expansion of Diagon Alley, and even with our 2-day park passes we were only able to enter it the second day. But even if we had to skip that part of the park for the day, I was able to distract myself by riding the revamped Spider-man and Transformers rides. AWESOME. But with our passes we were able to travel between each Harry Potter park on the Hogwart’s Express, so we also visited Hogsmeade on that first day. The Butterbeer and Pumpkin juice were now a bit too sweet for me, I guess that’s indicator #1 for being a grown-up. But then you forget about that terrible little fact when you finally get through the line to Diagon Alley.

It was marvelous. Absolutely thrilling. The winding street  flanked by looming row houses led travelers to the storefronts of Flourish and Blotts, Gringotts, Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, The Magical Menagerie, and even Knockturn Alley’s own Borgin and Burkes.  There were interactive exhibits the whole way- with one of their electronic wands, a newly-armed wizard could make feathers in display windows float, skeletons dance, and even make it rain on muggles. Ignoring the minor inconvenience of the Gringotts ride breaking down for 9 hours (we skipped it), even my dad, who doesn’t like to succumb to his inner geek, cracked a wide smile when the dragon sitting on the roof of the bank let out a ripping roar and shot a plume of fire into the sky.

Since we had already eaten, we skipped the Leaky Cauldron and Fortescue’s. The Leaky Cauldron was one of the only buildings I didn’t glance in, but my wandering eyes did fall on the menu and my mouth watered all over again. But I noticed a food was missing- one that was listed on the hanging menu of the Leaky Cauldron in the movies. For 3 sickles, I’ll make my family’s rendition of it for you here. The recipe is under the cut. 

-MJ & K

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Enslaved by a King- [Spiders and Starlight Edition]- Thranduil Fanfiction

You rage against the darkness, fighting with the very fiber of your being as it drags you through the woods towards the oldest tree in the forest. Leaves and branches whip at your face; your arms are scratched and raw. But it is the guilt that eats away at you and leaves you cold and aching. The axe in your hand is blunt and unwieldy, the crude handiwork of orc. The darkness had you pry it from the carcass of a rotting spider, knowing that magic alone cannot pierce the ancient bark that houses what it desires above all else.

Its tendrils have taken root in your soul, festering and multiplying like a cancer. You are a sock puppet, and the darkness the hand that wields you. You must resist, must regain control over your limbs and break free before it forces you to do the unspeakable. It takes all your concentration to allow the axe to slip from your hands and clatter down into a gorge.

Idiot, the darkness hisses, pricking the insides of your skull with needles. Do you not know what lay waiting in these woods?

The ar is filled with the clicking of venom-laced pincers and inhuman chittering. Glistening black orbs stare down at you hungrily. Spindly legs skitter and stab down at you. You yank out the knife at your belt, waving it menacingly at the encroaching horde of spiders. There is a sudden jab of excruciating pain in your back, and everything fades to black.

You wake encased in foul silk, dangling from a tree branch.

I should have just let the spiders drain you dry, you miserable cretin. If I only I did not still need you alive. 

Familiar footsteps rustle through damp leaves towards you. You hear an audible sigh. You heart skips a beat, then plummets as you realize that you’re going to have to explain yourself. There was no where to run, no where to hide.

The king of Mirkwood prods you lightly with the hilt of his sword. Your mouth is sealed with spider silk; all you can manage is a muffled whimper.

“You run away in the dead of the night, slipping past my guards as if they were deaf and blind. You’ve shattered the enchantments and the wards of my woods with the ease of a hurricane. Yet you fall prey to spiders?”

He tears the silk from your face. His expression is hidden in shadow, but can sense the anger rolling off him like tidal wave. He pulls out his dagger and runs his finger along the blade, as if testing its sharpness. Then he draws the blade slowly down your body. A thin layer of spidersilk unravels, floating silently into the grass below.

”…I wasn’t running away,“ you murmur guiltily, your heart beating wildly.

"And I am supposed to believe that?”

You bite your lip. If only the darkness would allow the truth. But all that it would allow were tears welling up in your eyes.

“…Please,” you manage. “…I’m frightened.”

His expression softens. He cups your chin leans in close.

“Promise that you will never run away from me again.”

He suspects nothing. How can he suspect nothing? You stare at him with pleading eyes, wishing he would understand. But you see nothing but grim despair. You close your eyes and nod.

It is all you can do.

He sighs and pecks you gently on your lips. Then he peels the rest of the spider silk from your body, and you fall into the comfort and protection of his embrace. You wince as his hands graze your lower back. He stiffens and whips you around. His grip on you tightens when he sees the spider sting.

“-It’s nothing,” you begin, but he cuts you off with a piercing look.

He wrenches off his cloak and spreads it over the grass. The lining glows rust under the dull gleam of night.

“Lay down.”

He kneels besides you and pulls out a crystal vial, raising it to the sky as if in offering. A sudden gust of wind sweeps through the woods, sending shivers through the blue grey grass. High above you the clouds part, exposing a sky alive with the brilliant shimmer of a million stars. The darkness within you stirs uneasily, quivering under the raw glare of cold light. You are filled with blinding fear as the darkness within shrinks away from the grating light. The skies glitter and swirl as he murmurs prayers in the celestial tongue of the High Elves. The vial becomes soaked in starlight; it glows like a tiny white lantern in his palm.

“The light of Earendil, our most beloved star. To draw out poison and close your wound.”

He carefully pours the starlight onto your skin, drop by burning drop. It sinks into your flesh, piercing you like a thousand tiny icicles. Your nerves are seared with the cold fire of unforgiving light. He clamps his hand over your mouth as you scream.

"Must you wake all of Greenwood?” He mutters, pressing down on your back with his knee to dampen your flailing.

You groan through his fingers. His swallows hard and his grip over your mouth tightens. He dabs lightly at your wound and murmurs healing magic against your skin. The elvish falls upon you and crackles through you like a cleansing fire. Your body is a battleground, the darkness clinging to you like tar as starlight tears through the suffocating thickness. In the moment of blinding pain bathed in brilliance, your teeth close on the flesh of his palm. His breath catches in his throat.

“…You are not making it easy to concentrate,” he grunts, his voice hoarse.  You grip clumps of grass and dirt through his cloak, shuddering uncontrollably as the starlight overtakes you. You feel the darkness dissolve in the light and escape you with every laborious sigh.

“There. It is finished.” He brushes the closed, tender skin where the starlight has healed you.

You have never felt so light, so wholesome. For the first time in what seems like forever, you are free. Gone is the weight on your soul, the sickening twist of darkness in your veins. The starlight has banished the evil from your being, and you feel yourself slowly revert to who you were before the darkness took hold. Emotions you kept bottled away burst forth in giddy affection.

The darkness has lost, and Mirkwood is finally safe.

You roll onto your back and beam at him. He looks at you, as if he is seeing who you truly are for the first time. His eyes are shining.

“…I have never seen you smile so. You are…radiant.”

“I have never felt so happy,” you breathe, drinking in the sight of him with pure, unadulterated love. He looks at you with desperate yearning, as if he has been waiting for this moment all his life. He pulls away from you, his eyes downcast. You catch his arm.

This moment is too beautiful, too precious to let slip away.

“…Will you make love to me?” You whisper.

He closes his eyes, as if in pain. “One must be in love to make love. You are drunk on starlight, filled with emotions as sweet and fleeting as the morning dew. When the sun rises the magic will fade. I will once again be nothing but your king and captor.” He is longing. He is despair.

“Starlight is but starlight.” You take his hand and press it against your pounding heart. “What I feel is my own.”

Slowly you undress for him, your gaze never leaving his. You smooth your hands under his tunic and pull the heavy fabric from his broad, muscular shoulders. Then you pull him to you with the will of a woman who has finally regained herself, pressing your curves into the firmness of his flesh. His skin prickles under your touch and you can feel him falter. His pulse races, his breathing uneven. You kiss him, sweetly at first, but slowly deepening the kiss. A groan escapes his lips and his eyes glaze over.

“Please, Thranduil?” you whisper against him.

At once he is upon you, ravishing you with grim, pent-up frustration. His tongue is a flickering flame upon your senses, and you come alive with his every touch, every kiss. Love sings through your veins and flows from the depths of you in sighs and whimpers. There can be no more distance between you; you need him to feel your love resonate and envelop him, to complete him as he completes you. Your fingers graze low to find him soaked and rigid.  He is trembling with need, his entire body wound tight like a spring. Yet he holds back. He cradles your face with shaky hands; there is uncertainty in his gaze. Wordlessly, he begs the truth of the light in your eyes, if it be of true emotion or starlight. He is lost, waiting to be found.

He chokes on his breath as you find him, wrapping your legs around his waist and guiding him to fulfillment. He is delicious, wholesome heat that stokes the very fire of your being. Your flesh is his, your pleasure is his. And he is yours. Every slick, thick thrust, every wretched, ragged breath. His lips grind against yours, the groans of his pleasure resonating in your mouth as it escapes from the depths of him. He is quaking now, his fingers digging into your flesh in desperate hunger.

Your consciousness weaves in and out in a symphony of delight. You are harmony in a hypnotic rhythm as ancient as the stars that shine down upon you. You are souls entwined, melting into one another like pools of light. You soar high towards an endless sea of stars, until you are showers of sparks and simmering light bursting and dancing through you. You are glitter and fire and ice, and he is the constant, the solid. The tangible friction that continues within. Without fail, without falter, sending you off into oblivion and back again for as long and as many times as he desires.

Your lips are at his ear, and you confess all of your love for him.

He utters a low sob. For the first time, he loses himself. The tremors of his release rock you to the core, and soul to soul you are gone and beyond. You are without words. Without thought. You are divinity soaked in starlight, wrapped in the embrace of the night and the steady, endless thrumming of him inside you.

“…If this is but a dream, then let morning never come,” he whispers. Then he sweet and slow, demanding you become his again and again and again. Forever, until the end of time.

The light of dawn is upon you, scattering its rays through the leaves. He holds you so tight against him you can barely breathe. But the light is blinding, and the world about you rises from its slumber.

Lovesick fool. Only darkness can cleanse darkness.

Icy fingers seize your heart. It had been within you all along, merely hiding from the starlight. You could feel it ooze through your being, its tendrils curling about your soul as if it never left. He sees the dark creep back into your eyes.

“I have etched you into my soul,” he whispers hoarsely. “Do not be so soon lost to me!”

But you are gone, the darkness consuming you once again. You feel hollow. Empty.

It did not matter that your love had not diminished with the starlight. The darkness has decided to kill Thranduil, and make you watch.

[Posted 3.20.14]


1.5 lbs of Raw Shrimp

Half & Half Milk


Sun Dried Tomatoes

Parmesan Cheese (Shredded)

Colby Jack Cheese (Shredded)

Mushrooms (Sliced)

Minced Garlic

Olive Oil

1 stick of Butter

Garlic Bread

Jordan’s Shrimp & Spinach Baked-Pasta! featuring Copper Chef 🍽


Peel then rinse raw shrimp

Boil Penne noodles

Chop mushrooms

First melt half a stick of butter in a 11” non-stick pan (recommend Copper Chef 11” Griddle Pan). Then add your raw & rinsed shrimp, be sure they are fully cooked. Next, place shrimp in a bowl until a few steps later.

Without rinsing your non-stick pan, immediately add the other half of your butter stick, parsley flakes, chopped onion (optional), 1tsp of minced garlic, and 1 cup of Half & Half. After those ingredients come to a light simmer, add your sun-dried tomatoes with a pinch of salt and pepper.

In a separate pan, place some olive oil with your sliced mushrooms and cook them until they are caramelized on each side.

Going back to your non-stick pan, add in 2 handfuls of spinach, salt, pepper and a hefty amount of Parmesan cheese. Once your spinach is cooked, add in your caramelized mushrooms. Bring all the ingredients to a simmer, while stirring constantly.

Next, add in your cooked shrimp, and any additional/optional seasonings that you’d like to customize your dish.

Once all of your ingredients are perfectly mixed, then you place your cooked noodles in a 9x13 baking pan. Add in some butter and Colby jack cheese to your noodles.

Now it’s time to combine your Shrimp & cream sauce to your noodles in your baking pan. Then add more Parmesan cheese & parsley.

After that, cover your pan with aluminum foil, then place it in the oven on 350 degrees for 20-30 minutes.

Let cool for 15 minutes.

Serve with white-wine and garlic bread 🍷 (Highly Recommended!)

Let me know how it turns out!


Everything is Not OK

Rating: NC-17

Ship: Leohyuk

Summary: Sanghyuks first rut doesn’t really go as planned.

Word count: 6.3k

Warning: ABO au (but taek isn’t a wolf lol)

A/n: aaa for @jongtaekwoon ‘s birthday!! Selena ily!! This isn’t actually the one I wanted to write for you but that one will take some time so have this crap in the mean while rip ;u

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