When you are an SB, it is important for you to play the part in your SD’s life, meaning be well educated about things and have proper etiquette and KNOW your wine… or have at least an idea about wine and food paring.
So here, my hoes a little basic overview (if want to learn more about wine, just google that shit out!)
Just like adding milk into coffee will change its texture and taste; food when interacting with wine will affect its flavor. Different ingredients and preparation methods will bring out different taste sensations with the same bottle of wine.
There are a lot of pairing guidelines, but only one universal pairing principle –
A good pairing is when the food and wine do not overshadow each other. Wine and food can complement or contrast each other, as long as they do not mask each other’s unique flavor and characteristics.
Factors to Consider when Pairing
When pairing food, you are really complementing or contrasting four elements. The way the dish is prepared and cooked will affect these elements:
Example 1: Most people prefer pairing Cabernet Sauvignon with steaks because they are both full-bodied, strong flavor, and the protein in the meat will soften the tannin in the wine. A venturing wine lover may pair a red steak with a full-bodied white Roussanne.
Example 2: With spicy, strong flavor Thai dishes, the classic gourmets would go for a Riesling. Its neutrality will complement Thai cuisine’s spices. Its acidity and med bodied will match the weight of the food. A venturing wine lover may pair with Gewurztraminer or Marsanne.
Our Favorite Wine and Food Pairings:
It is not always white wine with white meat… Pinot Noir, Beaujolais, Chianti are few handful reds that pair well with chicken. Below we have listed our favorite pairings as a good starting point:
Chicken – Full-bodied whites (Chardonnay, Chenin Blanc) or light reds (Beaujolais, Pinot Noir, Rioja, Chianti) Foie Gras / Pate - Sweet whites (Sauternes, Riesling Spatlese, Tokaji) Green Salad – Herby whites (Sauvignon Blanc, Pinot Blanc, Sancerre, Pouilly-Fume, Vinho Verde) Grilled Fish – Light to medium bodied whites (Sauvignon Blanc, Vinho Verde, Chablis) Pasta (red sauce) – acidic reds (Barbera, Chianti, Zinfandel / Primitivo, Valpolicella) Pasta (white sauce) – fuller bodied whites (Chardonnay, Viognier, Gavi, Pinot Gris) Pizza - Sparkling or a fruity red (Prosecco, Barbera, Dolcetto, Valpolicella) Raw or steamed shellfish – Crisp, acidic wines (Champagne, Sauvignon Blanc, Chablis) Steak – Full-bodied red (Cabernet, Merlot, Syrah, Malbec, Barolo)
Chinese – Riesling, Gewurztraminer, Sauvignon Blanc, and Pinot Noir Japanese Sushi – Beaujolais, Sauvignon Blanc, Riesling Spicy Thai / Indian Curry – Viognier, Riesling, Gewurztraminer, Rousanne
Acidic wines go well with many dishes. Sauvignon Blanc, dry Riesling, Chianti are great examples. In addition, acidic wines make salty dishes appear less salty. For fatty food such as foie gras, try Sauternes (an equally rich and intense wine). For spicy food, try fruity, low-alcohol wines such as Riesling and Gewurztraminer. Sweet food goes well with a bottle that is slightly sweeter.
Pair complex food with a simple wine. And pair simple food with a complex wine.
El Paso native Khalid, alongside announcing a debut album, has revealed a sensational taste from the record. Saved’s R&B soul carries a gentle island breeze, but it aches tenderly and exquisitely, riding on Khalid’s silky smooth vocals. Saved leaves me sighing even as I sway to its deep rumbling groove. Khalid’s debut album is due out on March 3rd. Expect it to make quite an impact.
Psychosis for me, started out pretty slowly. The negative symptoms came first, then the positive symptoms. Negative in this connotation means to take something away, while positive is adding something that shouldn’t be there. Examples are loss of energy, and delusions, respectively.
Recently I made a Tumblr post that contained a list of actions you should undertake when someone is hallucinating. This article is going to be a bit different from that. See, the tricky part is, just because someone is hallucinating, doesn’t mean they’re in a state of psychosis. A person with a psychotic disorder can hallucinate and be fully aware of it, or, in a psychotic state, no part of their brain will be telling them that what they’re experiencing isn’t normal, therefore, they won’t know they’re hallucinating. This article will focus on what steps you should take when someone close to you is in a psychotic state.
The first thing you need to do is clear the area of anything the psychotic person might harm themselves with. The urge to harm oneself is a positive symptom of psychosis that is very common. On top of the urge, it’s also common to hear voices demanding self harm take place. Remove sharp objects. It’s best if there’s no objects in their hand either. You may need to grab a pillow or cushion in case they start to punch themselves. If you are near a road, try to gently guide them away from it so they don’t give in to any voices that may be telling them to jump into traffic. Close windows if you’re up high. They may be told or have the urge to jump.
Stay with the person. This should be obvious. Don’t leave them on their own.
Talk to the person. They may not respond or be confused by what you’re saying, but try to bring them back to reality by talking to them. Use their name clearly and often. Tell them where they are. Tell them what the date is. Tell them anything about what’s happening right then and there to keep them in reality and not in their head.
Offer food or water to the person. This is a grounding technique. The taste or sensation of eating food will likely give them a clue about something that’s real and remind them what’s happening in the now.
Don’t agree with their delusions or hallucinations. This is a common mistake people make when they don’t know what to do. Don’t act like their delusions are real or you are also experiencing their hallucinations. If you don’t know how to respond against this, just simply tell them no.
If needed, call 911 or take them to the nearest hospital. Hospitals normally have psych wards. They may need to stay there for a period of time to get some help or new medications. Do not feel bad about doing this. Even if they’re resistant, it’s for their own good.
I pull up in front of the house,
killing the engine before grabbing a stack of books out of the passenger seat, and
jumping out of the jeep. I walk up the driveway slowly, my eyes glued to the
screen of my phone as I slip out a set of keys, and shove one of them into the
front door, pushing it open. I walk in, closing the door behind me, and start
heading up the stairs. I hear a soft whimper and I pause, panic sinking into my
stomach. There’s another whimper and I move as quietly as I can to a door,
preparing myself to face whatever new supernatural threat is here, and my hand
poised over the door knob.
“Stiles,” A voice whispers from the
other side of the door and I freeze, my ears pricking up, straining to hear
“Right there, Stiles, right there,”
The voice moans and I can feel myself tightening in my jeans and I can’t resist
the urge to push the door open slightly. Y/N is sprawled over the top of her
bed in nothing but a long t-shirt, her hand between her legs and I have to bite
the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning at the sight in front of me.
Her eyes are closed, and her head
presses against the bedspread as she arches her back; her fingers working
quickly against her core, sliding in and out of her as she flicks her thumb
over her clit. “Stiles.” She moans my name again and all I can hear is blood
rushing in my ears as my heartbeat thunders loudly in my chest.
“Holy fuck,” I moan is a rasp, and
her eyes snap open, her fingers stilling as she looks at me with her mouth
You awoke to a warm body next to you. An arm lazily draped over your waist and guilt wracking your chest. Dark stirred when you moved. Carefully trying to ease yourself out of his arms, but failing to keep him asleep. “You don’t need to leave,” He murmured, holding you tightly against him. “There’s no rush to get up.” The warmth of the bed was inviting. And the blissful sensation of Dark’s touch was enough to question your motivation to leave. But you did. You wriggled out of Dark’s hand and left the room without a word. You heard him follow. Silently shadowing you to the kitchen where you got yourself a glass of water. Gulping it down, giving you an excuse not to talk. But the water disappeared too soon, and you placed the cup on the bench beside you. “I said one night,” You told Dark. Holding your voice firm. “And you agreed. The night is over, Dark. Give Mark back.” Dark however, locked his hands behind his back. His neck rolling, as if releasing a tension in his shoulders. “You did say one night. But nothing about the following day.” He replied smoothly. You whirled on him, but he stepped forward, trapping you against the kitchen bench with his body. Your words died in your throat as his eyes were obscured in black. “How many times do I have to repeat myself?” Dark asked, impatiently. “I won’t hurt you. I don’t have any intentions of hurting you. I only want to feel your touch.” “You had all night,” You snapped back. “You had all night and two days ago of me holding you. How much more do you need?” “So much more,” He growled softly. “I want it every second, of every minute. Whatever your possess, I need it.” “I’m not some kind of drug, Dark!” You retorted angrily. “I’m a person. A human. Get that through your thick skull!”
Dark’s hand latched around your throat. You gasped in surprise, but it was replaced by frustration as Dark leaned closer. He held you carefully, like a glass vase. The fingers around your neck were firm but loose. “Do not test me, (Y/N).” Dark said through clenched teeth. “You may have some power over me, but I still might not be strong enough to keep myself in check.” You glared at him. Any fear you felt towards his anger seemed to vanish weeks ago. “And what would you do, huh?” You challenged. “You said yourself you wouldn’t hurt me. And doing so would destroy the sliver of a chance you had with me. So go on, Dark. Make my morning! Do something.” Dark growled. His eyes completely black and a tremor seemed to pulse through him. Then, before you could cry out, Dark lunged forward, his lips clashing against yours in a fury of anger. The kiss was rough, almost painful as Dark crushed your mouth with his. His tongue pushed between your lips, forcing them open and tasting every crevasse behind them. You fought him. Digging your nails into his shoulders, clinging to his shirt and battling his hunger with your anger. He groaned when your teeth bit down on his tongue. The sound he made caused you to falter. What was happening? Dark’s hand on your neck disappeared. Finding it’s way down to your waist to hold you flush against him. He gripped you tighter when you tried to wriggle free. He trapped you against him, hands sliding around your waist to possessively hold your back. He released your lips, allowing you to take a breathless gasp as he moved his mouth to your neck. You moaned, tilting your head to the side as his teeth grazed your flesh. Dark worked on the spot just below your jawline. Lips sucking, teeth biting and his tongue smoothing over the broken skin.
“Dark..” You hissed. Your voice seemed to spur him on. His hands dipped down to your ass, hooking under you and lifting on up onto the bench’s surface. He moved between your legs. Wrapping them around his waist without breaking contact with your neck. Your hands tangled in his hair. Tugging the soft strands as your body pressed against him. His fingers slid under your shirt, kneading the soft skin of your torso as they slithered up to your breasts. Dark paused there. The fingertips barely playing with the fabric of your bra. Your mind fought with your body. Logic battled with lust. You moved one hand from his hair to move his fingers over the cup of your breast. His growl of appreciation made your lower half pool with warmth. Dark made quick work of removing your shirt, then he practically tore the hooks of your bra apart. Letting it drop and disappear. You moaned as his hands took both breasts. His palms molding them, fingers squeezing them with as much care as Dark could. “You’re so warm,” Dark said against your skin. “So soft. My dear, I could do this till we waste away.” He took your lips in his again. This time the kiss was slow. Dark took his time to taste you, savor the sensation of your mouth and tongue. You were sweet. Like a refreshing treat that renewed his mind and energized his body. And your scent. Intoxicating couldn’t do it justice. Yes.Yes.This was more than he had ever imagined. You, this beauty, allowing him to freely roam your body. To feel every wondrous dip and curve of your form. To run his fingers over your smooth skin. Paradise may be beyond his comprehension, but you were near to a perfect definition of it.
The sound of shattering glass snapped your attention elsewhere. Dark snarled, the noise shocking him into reality. You both gazed down at the broken cup on the floor. One of you must have knocked it off the bench. Suddenly feeling exposed, you removed Dark’s hands from your body. Covering yourself up with your arms and looking away from his stare. “(Y/N),” Dark tried but you shook your head. “Don’t speak, Dark.” You said harshly. “I…This didn’t happen.” You eased off the bench, careful not to step on the glass and snatched your shirt off the floor. But Dark wasn’t ready to give up. He stepped towards you, allowing you to put on the shirt before spinning you around to face him. You squirmed in his grasp. His hands gripping your arms like iron claws. “Let go.” You ordered but Dark shook his head. “You do want me,” He said calmly. Eyes pleading for you to understand. “I can see it. You want me to touch you. (Y/N), just let me do this. Let me be yours and I’ll treat you like royalty.” You shook your head, “Dark, you don’t understand.” “Then make me understand!” He bellowed. “Show me why you won’t allow this to happen!” “Because I love Mark!” You yelled back. Tears had filled your eyes as you watched the entity digest your words. “That’s why, Dark. Because I can’t stand to be touched by his body. To have his face look at me with such lust, only to look in his eyes and see you!” Dark released you. Stepping away from you like you had stabbed him. His expression suggested you had ripped his chest open and directly cut his heart. “So,” He said. Voice as smooth and blank as paper. “That’s what’s holding you back. Him.” Your arms wrapped around you protectively. “I-I’m sorry, Dark.” The entity looked away. His eyes returned to their blackened color, his fists clenched at his sides as he gazed at his reflection in the window. “So am I.” Was the last words you heard from him as he disappeared.
Kiss Prompts; Breathtaking Kiss! And if it's okay with you, may I request for it to be as passionate as you can make it? :D and Solavellan pairing, please and thank you <333
Thanks for the prompt :D Hope you enjoy the little kiss snippet ;)
The night had been a long one. The soft fabric of her dress feeling stifling against her skin. She had thought that nothing could be redeemable about this place. Cold marble. Cold night. Cold people. Everything hard and shiney and a facade, a pretentious show put on for others, and her, the shining rarity. The odd collectible everyone wanted their hands on.
Then, Solas had come to her. Coming out as soon as the woman Morrigan had left. He had leaned next to her on the railing, his voice that deep sing song that she found so soothing. It was unique, like everything else about him, it didn’t quite fit. Though oddly, it seemed to fit more here than anywhere else they had been. Though she could not fathom why.
When he asked her to dance she thought of saying no. Her feet were weary and her head pounded. In truth, all she wanted at that moment was to bury herself in bed and then leave with first light. But, when he bowed to her, offered his hand with a slight tilt of the head and soft half smile, so rare and beautiful; how could she say no?
So, she took his hand and they danced. They danced as the music died away and then continued a bit more, their bodies moving to a kind of internal sway that was over them both. He held her close and his body chased away all the cold, bringing her back to life and making her blood hot once more.
He bent his head to her ear, whispered so the words danced across her skin, “I wonder what would happen if I kissed you here? Kissed you were any of those stuffed peacocks could see it.”
She laughed, “I’m sure it would be the scandal of the year.”
He shifted so he could look down at her, “Perhaps we should do a favor to Dorian. I imagine he is tired of being the main focus of Mother Giselle’s displeasure. Shall we give them something to talk about, Inquisitor?”
Then their eyes were locked and something passed between them, hot and white like lighting. She knew there was no going back, both of them had been wanting and waiting for too long. And she wanted his kiss, wanted it so she could hold it close like a treasured secret, a promise kept between them.
His lips brushed against her cheek, her nose, feather light but still she shivered, trembled beneath his fingers as he gripped her tighter.
“Tell me to stop.”
“Don’t. Don’t stop.”
She reached up, hands going to the back of his neck to pull him down to her. Their lips met and his kiss was gentle, testing, soft. A kiss that felt like he feared he might break her. Not the kiss she wanted, needed. Not now, not after tonight, not after she had waited so long for him to find her again like this.
Her hands moved to the collar of his clothing, fingers knotting into the fabric as she pulled him harder to her. She opened her mouth, moaned, flicked her tongue out to press against his lips. He gave a low rumble in response and then his hands were on her ass, pulling her flush against him as his tongue found hers and the kiss went from gentle to devouring.
He tasted like wine and heat. The taste and sensations combining to make her head spin so she clung to him tighter in fear she might lose her balance. Somehow, he had backed them up, pressed her against a wall, his leg found the area between her thighs. Then he was pushing up, placing pressure on her most sensitive spot as he swallowed her moans like they were the breath of life to him.
This kiss was killing her, she felt like she was exploding inside. It was too much, too consuming, too everything. He was swallowing her whole and she knew that there would never be another like this, like him. Even if they didn’t last after all this was over, this kiss would be the kiss that changed her. The one that would never leave her and would settle itself deep in her soul.
She surrendered to this completely. Gave herself up to him, rocked against him begging him to take more, take all of her, take everything until there was nothing left but this.
Then, he pulled from her, breath hot against her lips as the both stood there, pressed together, panting and hearts racing.
She managed to speak through her breathlessness, “Kiss me like that again and I’m afraid the world will explode.”
He laid his brow to hers, the fingers of one hand coming up to tangle in her curls, “Oh, vhenan, mine already has.”
imagine if Merle had actually taken the umbra staff and so he was the one who ended up with the twin,
like, “I saw seven birds, flying tirelessly from a storm, the twins, the lover, the protector, the lonely journal keeper, the wordless one, and the creator of the newest taste sensation sweeping the nation"
Hot weather meals anon here: I meant meals that don't require hot cooking.
Meals Without Cooking
Sandwiches: Sandwiches are super easy, super versatile, and require little to no effort to put together. You can pick up sliced deli meats and cheese for a reasonable price, chop up tomatoes, add lettuce and BOOM. I like to use salad dressing instead of mayo on my sandwiches.
Peanut butter and jelly
Tomato and cheese
Deli meat and cheese
Salad: Skip the creamy dressings whenever possible. Salads are super easy to make and are perfect for every meal. If you can’t eat all of your salad within 24 hours, remove any wet components (olives, fruit, etc) and store them in a separate container. A soggy salad is hard to eat!
Cucumber and cranberry
Tomato and mozzarella
Olive and feta
Wraps: A less (but equally versatile) sandwich alternative. No cooking, but some slight hand maneuvering involved.
Turkey, cheese, lettuce
Ham, cheese, mayo
Tomato, mozzarella, pesto
Ramen: Instead of pouring water into a pot to set on the stove, you can pour hot water into a bowl and add your ramen. Wait five minutes, and the ramen will start to soften up. Add whatever sauces you like!
Chicken: If you are a chicken-eating person but don’t want to bother cooking a whole chicken, pick up a pre-cooked chicken from your local grocery store. It’s less expensive than you would think, and worth at least two meals.
Tuna salad: I am a tuna salad fiend. This is my favorite recipe.
Overnight Oats: The taste sensation that’s sweeping the nation. Click here.
Granola: I am so addicted to Bakery on Main’s gluten-free granola. Perfect as a snack or a meal. That said, you can make your own granola for a lot cheaper.
Peanut butter: If I’m looking for a quick, no-hassle lunch I’ll slice up an apple and eat it with peanut butter. I also love peanut butter on rice cakes, toast, etc. Feel free to substitute your favorite nut butter!
Followers- please add your favorite no-cook recipes to the list!
As you may know, we are on the straight way to end “Chronicles”.
I would like to present you something new - a prologue of my new author’s story “SOL”. I am very curious about your opinions, my dears.
Please, feel free to leave a comment of your opinion beneath, I’ll highly appreciate it.
forest was one of those places which had no palpable reason to exist. It was a
creaking shack created by nature to serve as a reminder that things could
always be much, much worse. The unnatural, choking mist that swirled and
sprawled on the forest floor was the first thing that spoke of a strange sort
of wrongness. The smoke made no sound however and only parted to swallow up her
feet as she marched upon the giant dead, festering eyeball of the forest floor.
The sound of mushy and dead leaves whispered from under the skin of the mist.
an early autumn morning and a frosty chill hung in the air. The sweet
surrendering scent of the morning dew filled the forest with a scent that did
not belong on earth. Autumn leaves from the tall trees lay scattered on the
forest floor; each of them turning brittle brown; there was a sound like dried
cereal being crunched underfoot, pushing their papery remains deep into the
soft soil. The dark shadows of the voluminous trees and the surrounding bushes
had become the backbone of the forest, standing as passive protectors of a
peaceful place. The autumn sun rose in a hurry as if trying to make up for
setting too early the evening before, blooming into the pale sky with a warm
mellow glow, sending what was left of the moon packing until its next shift
guarding the night. By mid morning sky was a brilliant baby blue. As the
morning developed the sound of young birds filled the air: chirping, tweeting
and warbling incessantly.
The lake had been hardened by the sharp cold unforgivingness of an icy frost,
the translucent water bound as a smooth solid. The wildlife were bold yet
cautious of figuring out their new visitor, daring to get closer to have a look
at the foreign creature disturbing their peace. As the day went on the forest
came to life. The trees dance in the wind, the sound of running water in the
stream had the same hypnotic quality as music luring animals in to have drink,
to taste the warm sweet sensation of fresh water. The drone of insects humming
and buzzing filled the air, little frogs croaked while searching for food
hoping to catch an easy snack.
edge of the lake some figure occured. It was
a human, namely, a woman.
a shapely figure and was wasp-waisted.
hair was mercury-red and curly and it tumbled over her shoulders. She had
glossy pale skin with freckles on her cheeks. Her
eyes were big and blue like two aquamarine jewels melted onto snow. She had
slender eyebrows. Her eyelashes were velvety. She had
a dainty nose. Her
lips were pouting. They were blossom soft.
wouldn’t be anything unusual, but the woman had one more attribute along with
a long tail, ended with a reddish tassel at the tip.
just standing there, dressed in a long old dress in shades of olive and green,
enjoying the silence.
“◘Jeg ønsker at jeg var sterkere, jeg ville
skille bølgene. Ikke bare la vannet ta meg bort.” she whispered to herself,
embracing her waist with her arms.
Her naked feet
slowly touched a water surface, one by one as she gently stepped into the lake.
She didn’t pay
an attention to her dress and fact it was getting soaked by a cold water.
With the first
sunray which has penetrated through the curtains of a spinney, woman
disappeared beneath the water surface, as suddenly as she appeared earlier on
the edge of lake.
I wish I’d be stronger.
I would separate the waves.
Not to let the water to take me away.
Authors Note: Ok so if we’re talking about soulmates here, I believe that means that the universe will draw you together no matter the circumstances. I know a lot of Soulmate AU’s have them sort of communicating before they meet and they already sort of know that they are soulmates. But like if we’re speaking realistically (i mean as realistic as we can get) that wouldn’t happen right? Like you’d be drawn together over some sort of item or situation and click right away, So I sort of wrote it like that, but if you guys want the next one to be different send me an ask or something. I think Raphael is next, so if you want his to be not the same as this lol let me know.
Summary: Donatello finds his soulmate.
Donatello sat in the sweet rarity of silence, polishing his microscope, carefully maneuvering around the small intricate pieces. A golden chain smacked his plastron, a small stone that mimicked that color of stormy ocean clouds hung at the end. Donnie had had the broken pendant for as long as he could remember. With all the science he knew, he still couldn’t explain why he was so drawn to it. He had found it in the sewers when he was only a toddler, but even then he had thought it to be so pretty, he had placed it around his neck. At first, Splinter had thought it was cute but as the years passed he had begun to understand it held a deeper meaning for Donatello. It got the occasional giggle and tease from his brothers, but he didn’t care about that. There was something in his gut that told him it was worth it. Donatello’s phone vibrated against his hip, interrupting the silence he was so enjoying. He answered the phone, as Leo yelled something on the other side.
“We need you on 54th!”
“Ten-four.” Replied Donatello and the line went dead. He could’ve at least said bye.
[Y/N] looked down onto her chest, gripping the broken pendant that hung around their neck tightly. They sat in her closet, avoiding the violent drunk man they called their dad. They could hear him, throwing furniture to the side, desperate to take his anger out on them.
“Where areya!?” He roared from just outside their bedroom. [Y/N] pressed their back against the cold closet wall, shutting their eyes as tight as they could. Their hand clutched around the pendant tighter, praying that they wouldn’t be caught. They tried comforting themselves with thoughts of their mother, of her warmth and her smile. They drew themselves farther into their own memories, living for a moment in a time when they were happy, when their mother was alive, before being snapped out of it by unbearably loud thrashing noises. [Y/N] knew their father was getting closer, fear ran rampant through their mind, keeping them from making rational thoughts. They tried to keep their panting under control, “I know yer inhere sumweear.” He taunted. They knew the window facing the alley was open if they could just get to it. They took a deep breath and kissed their pendant before leaping out of the closet door into the open. Their room was a mess, a shell of its former self. Clothes were strewn across the floor, furniture was everywhere, even her ceiling light was shattered, [Y/N] rolled their eyes at the sight of their room, knowing he had been there. They didn’t have time to feel angry though, stomps were getting closer and before they could think about it, they were out the window and onto the fire escape. They scurried down the ladder, before noticing there was a street brawl going on in their alley. They kept going, unfazed to the dark underbelly of New York City. They didn’t live in the best neighborhood, so they were used to criminals. Not to mention their home situation. They kept going, ducking behind a dumpster as their father poked his head out the window. “Ya won’t gitaway dat easy.” He shook his fist after them, angrily. The gangsters fighting on ground level continued their brawl, unperturbed at the small person running away from home. [Y/N] scrunched up against the dumpster, hoping that the street fight would be over before their dad made his way down.
Donatello knew where Leonardo wanted him, but he still tracked his phone to be sure. He rounded the corner in the battle shell, honking his horn to alert his brothers of his arrival. Headlights shone brightly into the alley, bringing the battle to light. Foot soldiers surrounded the Terrapin brothers, as sirens wailed in the distant. A drunk man dragged himself into the alley, yelling slurs towards a dumpster. The foot quickly retreated, and the turtles ducked into the shadows. Donnie turned the headlights off, watching the man from the end of the alleyway. The pendant around his neck began vibrating, slowly lighting up from within.
“[Y/N],” yelled the man from the alley. “I’m gunna fuck youap,” he stopped hurling insults at, what seemed to Donnie to be, thin air. “Just like I did yer ma.” Ouch. Even Donatello felt the sting of his words, and he felt compelled to protect the invisible victim. He quickly slipped out of the car, making his way to the drunk man from within the shadows. His necklace wasn’t doing a very good job of being stealthy, shaking more violently as he neared the man. The drunk man turned around, a scowl was plastered on his face, “What the-” was all he could manage before Donatello knocked him out. There was only a split second of rest before his necklace began tugging him behind the dumpster, Donnie slowly approached the dumpster as the necklace glowed, levitating above his chest.
“I knew it,” He snorted to himself, so grateful to be proven right. He looked down where a small girl trembled. “Are you ok?” He asked, watching a matching necklace that glowed equally as bright as his own. They lifted her face to meet his, and he abruptly forgot every unimportant thing that had ever made him miserable in his life, because at this moment, looking into the sparkling eyes of the love of his life underneath the stars, he was the happiest turtle to ever exist. [Y/N] felt frozen, an indescribable feeling rushed through them and they were suddenly afraid to breathe as if he might disappear with their breath into the night sky.
“Yeah.“They whispered breathlessly. Donatello helped them up and they didn’t feel afraid anymore, even though their father lay unconscious at their feet. He smelled a hint of mint on their breath and Donnie couldn’t help but wonder what they tasted like. Their necklaces glowed brightly until they connected, creating a heart. The pendants seemed satisfied at finding its other half as the light from within dimmed down until it was extinguished. His brothers watched the events unfold before them from the shadows, but he wasn’t concerned about that now.
"Should we say something?” Asked Leo only to be hushed by his youngest brother. It was like watching a movie happening in real time, but it seemed so personal it was almost uncomfortable to watch. [Y/N] told themselves not to kiss him, that they had just met him, that maybe they should be asking questions about the fact that he was a giant turtle. But all that stuff seemed less important than feeling his lips against theirs. They stood on her tippy toes to reach him and their faces converged, only able to taste the sweet sensation for a split second before a blinding white light flashed from their necklaces and blew everyone backward with a blinding explosion. Donatello’s head spun and a high pitched ringing took over his ears. He groaned in pain, crawling on all fours trying to find the girl that had so suddenly seemed to take over his life. “Donnie!” He heard a muffled voice yell. He looked to his left, Leo was trying to find the source of the obscene noise. Raphael and Mikey were ok except for the spots in their vision and the annoying noise ringing in their heads. Donatello’s glasses had been cracked in the explosion but he could still see a little. He finally found them lying unconscious, face down on the other side of the alley. He picked them up in his arms and they were so limp he feared the worst. A single tear fell from his eye as he pressed two fingers against their neck to see if they still had a pulse.
“Please please please.” Donnie pleaded. He could feel a faint pulse thumping against his fingers softly. “Oh thank god!” He lifted them up quickly as Leo approached him.
“Let’s get out of here!” Yelled Leo, trying to be louder than the ringing in his ears. Raphael warned of oncoming police,
“Aye cops will be here in 60 seconds!” Mikey already stood at the manhole, opening it and waving them in. Donnie jumped in first, not waiting for his brothers to slow him down. He took off for the lair, sprinting down tunnels and passageways as fast as he could. He couldn’t let it end, not like this. He hurried past a couple of more twists and turns before finally reaching the lair. He rushed into his lab, past Splinter who was drinking tea in the kitchen. Donatello immediately went to work, hooking up her arms with wires to monitor her vitals. He spent an hour running tests to see if she was completely ok. He needed to be thorough to make sure she was ok. Donnie didn’t know why the anxiety in his chest was forcing him to work so hard for a stranger, he had saved other people before but not like this. He felt as strongly as if it were one of his brothers lying on that table. He had a lot of questions, what was that blast? Who was she? Why was he so drawn to her? They would all have to wait though as he finally sat beside her and realized the only thing he could really do was wait for her to wake up.
[Y/N] could still see a bright light that seemed to limit her vision. They could feel a presence in front of them,
“Hello?” Their voice echoed into the distance.
“Hello, my daughter.” Their mother stepped forward from the light, revealing herself. [Y/N] was in shock, was it really her?
“Mom?” They asked. She opened her arms and [Y/N] ran into them. They sobbed uncontrollably as their mother kissed the top of their head.
“My daughter,” She said, stepping back. “we don’t have much time, someone very important is working very hard to wake you up.” She smiled, placing a hand lovingly on her daughters face. Tears fell down their face, “do not cry darling,” She bent down, coming face to face with them for the first time in years. “when I died, and my necklace broke in half, I made sure the other half would reach someone worthy of your soul.” A single tear rolled down her cheek. “Donatello will take good care of you baby girl.” They wondered who Donatello was for a second, before deciding they didn’t care and throwing themselves into their mother’s arms.
“I love you, mom.”
“I love you too baby.”
A few hours had passed before [Y/N] finally woke up. They lifted their head off of the table, groggily looking around to see where they were. Wires stuck out from patches on their arms, they would’ve thought they were at the hospital but everything seemed like it was handmade. Two turtles, a blue masked one, and a purple one stood in front of them conversing before they noticed they were awake. The purple one seemed stunned at the sight of them,
“Hello.” Said the blue one cautiously. “How are you feeling?” Their eyes lingered on him for just a second before their attention turned to the purple turtle who had so swiftly taken over their heart.
“I think I’m ok.” They managed. None of their limbs appeared to be missing, so that was a plus.
“Donatello here never left your side. “ The blue one nudged his elbow into the lean turtle next to him. Donnie’s eyes widened in embarrassment, turning his face a deep green.
“Donatello.” She repeated, engraving his beautiful name in her memory, that’s who her mother was talking about. He could’ve sworn they were singing his name because it sounded so pure coming from their lips. Just then two more turtles walked in with different colored masks.
“Hey, your girlfriends finally up?” Asked the biggest one. Donnie tried to wave his hands around, signaling them to stop but if they got the hint they didn’t show it.
“Awe, now you guys can finally make out!” The small turtle brought his hands to his face and made kissy faces. Leo could see the torture in Donnie’s face and although he was amused he knew the two needed time alone.
“Come on guys.” Leo guided the other two turtles out of the room while they groaned their complaints.
“But Leo,” whined the orange-clad turtle. “We were just starting to have fun.” They closed the door behind them and the room grew silent. [Y/N] tried to get up and Donnie rushed to her side,
“Hold on,” he stopped her. “you need to rest.” His fingertips brushed her arm and he was breathless, but quickly pulled away. He could feel something coiling in the pit of his stomach, but he tried to ignore it. Why would such a beautiful human being want to be with HIM? He chuckled, “Sorry.” [Y/N] stared at him in wonder,
“Thank you.” They finally cut through the silence. He rubbed the back of his neck modestly,
“For what?” He asked.
“For saving my life.” They replied. He smiled and they could feel their heart stop. They could finally get a good look at the person who had saved them from their own father, and now from death. He was tall, much taller than them self. He was lean, his chest puffed out leading to a tapered waist, they had never seen anyone more attractive. His eyes seemed to be the best part about him, they seemed so honest and genuine. Glasses sat on his green snout, and he shoved them back up his face. Donnie felt like he was under a microscope, their eyes jumped from place to place, examining everything around them, even him. He tried to think of the situation logically but everything seemed jumbled in his head and he couldn’t form a solid thought without stuttering first.
“Uh, aren’t you s-scared of me?” He asked. They almost laughed, they lived in New York City, if mutant turtles were to exist anywhere it would be in the big apple.
“You’re just greener than I’m used to.” They smiled. “And have a shell.” Donnie felt a smile creep onto his face. The room almost felt electric, but it wasn’t because of the tech,
“Thanks, I guess.” He said. “What’s your name?”
“[Y/N].” They replied. “And I’m guessing you’re Donatello?”
“Yeah, how’d you know?” He asked.
“Do you really want to know?” They questioned. “I mean it’s kind of crazy.” They trailed off.
“Crazier than a mutant turtle living in the sewers of New York City?” They rolled their eyes, knowing he was right. “How about I unplug you from all these machines, and you can tell me your story?” They nodded in agreement. So they told him about her mother, how she had died, how her dad had become a drunk afterward. They had been running away from him when they came across the turtles fighting the foot in the alley. They finally told him about their vision.
“She was in white robes,” They explained. “She said she loved me and,” they paused, afraid of what he might say when they told him. “She told me about you.” [Y/N] stopped, looking down to fidget with her thumbs, free from the wires that had saved her life. “She made sure you got the other half of that necklace…” Words sat heavily at the edge of her tongue, unsure of whether to retreat or continue. “because you’re the only one worthy of my soul or something.” They smiled, embarrassed. Donatello stared at them, in awe of the obstacles they had overcome. He wondered if they questioned what their mother had said to them. If she really meant for a mutant turtle to receive the other half of her pendant.
“Do you believe her?” He asked. Donnie twirled the words around in his head, he believed her. The way he felt when he looked at [Y/N]… there was no other way to explain it.
“Do you?” They retorted. [Y/N] felt a something inside of them, an undeniable feeling that told them their mother was right. They were afraid of his reaction. He seemed like a man of science like he would only believe the tangible.
“No.” He replied, startling her. “I don’t think I am worthy of you.” Donnie looked away. A muffled “Aw.” came through the door. Donatello stood up to open the door, his brothers tumbled in, one after the other. Donnie rubbed his temples in frustration. Leo was the first one to get off the floor, helping Mikey and Raph after him.
“We were just-” Leo started.
“Just making sure you were ok, right Mikey?” Raph said, through clenched teeth. [Y/N] watched the orange turtle they called Mikey, he looked like he was about burst with a secret that could kill. He giggled before spilling the beans,
“I totally think you guys are soulmates! Ask her out Donnie!” He hollered. Donatello looked like he was going to die of embarrassment while the two other turtles ushered Michelangelo out of the room. “Do it, Donnie! Follow your dreeeeeaaammmss!” He reached for Donnie dramatically as he was dragged away.
“Sorry about that.” Leo smiled politely and closed the door behind him. The room was silent once again and Donnie wished his brothers would come back.
“So?” They asked. “Are you going to ask me out?” They bit their lip nervously. They could tell he wasn’t very forward at all, constantly afraid of saying the wrong thing. I guess it’s up to me, they thought. They stood up from the examination table. “I believe my mother Donatello.” They took a step towards him. “I mean she’s never come to me like that before, why would she now?” Donnie contemplated her words taking a deep breath.
“Why else would her necklace have exploded?” Donnie thought to himself, although he already knew inside his heart [Y/N] was his soulmate, he wanted them to be sure. His words gave her hope that he felt the same way they did.
“Exactly!” They took another step towards him, bravely taking his hands in hers, pressing them against their chest. “I don’t know about you but-” they stopped, so very terrified of pushing the words out into the open. “I can feel it.” Their heart thumped at an alarming pace under his fingertips. He was astonished, only lifting their hand to his heart to reveal a heart rate that kept up with theirs, beating in sync. “Woah.” They said in unison. “Kiss me.” [Y/N] whispered. Donatello was happy to comply, meeting her lips softly and tenderly. They kissed him back, wanting to convey how long they had been waiting for him. The two kissed passionately, as the background disappeared and only the stars that had sealed their fate surrounded them. [Y/N] pulled away and they locked eyes and they both knew that they had found their soulmate.
“Hey, I’ve never had turkey bacon. I should try it, just in case I really like it.”
The smell of turkey bacon cooking will linger with me forever, and I haven’t even tasted it yet. I’ve eaten Durian, so I know that I can bring myself to put something which smells this bad in my mouth, but I have zero confidence it will be the joyous taste sensation Durian was.
I cannot believe how many sex spells there are. I CANNOT. I must share my knowledge with the world.
These are all homebrew things and not affiliated with Wizards of the Coast. I’m only picking out the ones that are interesting to me as a writer. But if you’re the kind of person who writes Taakitz, Taagnus, Bradko, or any other combination of magical boys, this may be useful to you. WRITE MORE MAGICAL SEX!
Things to be aware of: apparently the kind of people who homebrew sex rules into their dice rolling nerd game make spells that are basically sexual assault assistants WHO KNEW. I won’t be sharing those unless I see an alternate consensual use for it.
August 27th, 1956. 3 days after the death of Y/N L/N.
Chicago lies in pools of red.
It’s almost as if the sunny state of Illinois has been put under strict curfew- it involves rushing around in the safe, broad daylight with the uncertain safety that city cops have to provide, and then locking doors and shutting curtains on starswept evenings all in the fear of what remains unleashed in the shadows.
It’s been a full week since the mass murder on the city church. A show of crimson puddles and torn necks, eyes lifeless and bodies mangled in the nave and chancel of the large, rustic framed church. The stained glass can no longer offer a light as it lies in a shroud of melancholy and regret. America, a place of freedom and power, confined to curfews from 6am to 7pm- all at the hands of the Crimson Killers.
Newspapers eventually stopped writing articles for them. The news begins to get unhyped when it’s a new killing for every front page.
In Bates Manor, a large and neatly designed mansion located in the sparse green of the Black Forest near the outskirts of Chicago, Kim Taehyung paces back and forth with his hands in a knot behind his back. His mind is cloudy, thoughtless, empty.
“Pacing isn’t going to find her.”
At the brisk, bitter sound of his lovers voice, Taehyung opens his discoloured red eyes to briefly stare at the other boy, sitting with his legs outstretched towards a dancing fire, ankles hooked over each other silently thinking and breathing. He makes not a single noise in the haunting silence of the house.
“I’m working on it,” Taehyung replies. “Don’t rush me.”
“She could be out of Chicago for all we know,” Hoseok barks a laugh sarcastically. “And ‘ain’t that a bitch. I’m just wondering…whose fault might that be?”
His words are suggestive but Taehyung need not think hard. The results of what happened three nights before, with red stained bedsheets and broken furniture pieces- not to forget the discarded carcass of whatever loser he had emptied in the stale bathroom moments earlier-, had been disastrous. When Jung Hoseok, official superior mate of the younger, more naive vampire Kim Taehyung, had stepped into the scene with a heavy sense of burden on his beautiful expressions, Taehyung was restless. No blood, no love, no sex- his mate was resentful.
It all comes back to you- the beauty for the beast.
And, despite being your now mate, which only rarely happens, Kim Taehyung has not the smallest clue on your whereabouts.
(that other prompt I sent was supposed to be future Klaroline, not just Klaroline, but feel free to do current or even AU) future!Klaroline + sex pollen/accidental aphrodisiac spell + werewolf sex is rougher around the full moon (and made worse by sex pollen/spell) trope
Possibly my shortest smut thing ever? Zero plot, friends.
Takes You Over
A shot glass is put in
her hand and Caroline throws it back without even thinking about it, too busy
glaring (while acting like she’s completely unbothered – no easy feat) at Klaus
and his ever widening circle of admirers across the room.
She was pretty sure
she was about to witness some leg humping.
Her throat burns as
she swallows, but not in the way she’s used to. It’s a cold and scratchy all
the way down her throat, an odd sensation. The taste is weird too, herbaceous almost,
and her attention is pulled away as she fights a gag. She looks up to find the
bartender, a witch Caroline’s become friendly-ish with (and only because the
first time she’d come to this bar had been during one of Bonnie’s visits) watching
her with great interest. Maybe she’s misread the situation terribly and the
girl’s actually been planning to murder her all along?
That would be just
“What was that?” she
demands, slamming the shot glass down on the bar top so hard it shatters,
shards digging into her fingertips.
The smile she’s
offered is enigmatic but not malicious. “A local specialty. A helping hand, if you will. And
it’s on the house.”
“There are many stories in _____. Some of them are sad, some funny. Some of them are stories of madness, of violence. Some are ordinary. Yet they all have about them a sense of mystery: the mystery of life.”
“It is a story of many, but begins with one – and I knew her.”
“Never seen so many trees in my life.”
“_____, I’ll see you in my dreams.”
“_____, I’m holding in my hand a small box of chocolate bunnies.”
“That’s what you do in a town where a yellow light still means slow down and not speed up.”
“Behind all things are reasons.”
“Reasons can even explain the absurd.”
“You know, this is – excuse me – a damn fine cup of coffee!”
“Black as midnight on a moonless night.”
“I hear that you’re real good at what you do.”
“Normally, if a stranger walked into my station talking this kind of crap, he’d be looking for his teeth two blocks up.”
“You may think I’ve gone insane, but I promise, I will kill again.”
“There is a sadness in this world, for we are ignorant of many things.”
“Then the day when the sadness comes, we ask: ‘Will this sadness which makes me cry, will this sadness which makes me cry my heart out, will it ever end?’ The answer, of course, is yes.”
“Will this sadness which makes me cry, will this sadness which makes me cry my heart out, will it ever end?“
“One day the sadness will end.”
“Nothing beats the taste sensation when maple syrup collides with ham.”
“You’re the most cold-blooded man I’ve ever seen!”
“I’ve never in my life met a man with so little regard for human frailty.”
“Have you no compassion?”
“I just ask you to get the hell out of my way, so that I can finish my work. Is that clear?”
“I’ve had just about enough of you and your insults.”
“Oh yeah, well I’ve had about enough of morons and half-wits, dolts, dunces, dullards, and dumbells, and you, you chowder-head yokel, you blithering hayseed, you’ve had enough of me?”
“He hit me!”
“Well, I’m sure he meant to do that.”
“Maybe you should have a little talk with _____.”
“_____ doesn’t talk, he hits.”
“The fire I speak of is not a kind fire.”
“You’ll have to excuse me this morning, I’m running late. I only have time for coffee.”
“Well maybe I could go with you.”
“Wednesdays were traditionally a school day when I was your age.”
“I can’t believe you were ever my age.”
“What did you see that night?”
“_____ wanted to die.”
“What else did she tell you? Did she tell you that there was no goodness in the world?”
“Every time it got harder to go back up into the light.”
“I’m telling you this because I don’t want to have any secrets from you. I don’t want there to be any lies between us.”
“It’s the secrets people keep that destroy any chance they have of happiness and I don’t want us to be like that.”
“Sometimes when we see the eyes – those horrible times when we see the eyes that have no soul – then we know a darkness.”
“Where is the beauty? There is none if the eyes are soulless.”
“Do you like to gamble, _____?”
“_____, I’m going to let you in on a little secret.”
“Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don’t plan it, don’t wait for it, just let it happen.”
“A present? Like Christmas?”
“Ah, man, that hits the spot. Nothing like a great cup of black coffee.”
“What’s up, doc?”
“Just a few words before I go to sleep.”
“I feel like I’m going to dream tonight. Big bad ones.”
“That’ll be my little secret, okay?”
“I’m going to go down and get us two malts and some fries downstairs. Then I want you to tell me all your troubles.”
“That could take all night.”
“Now, I’m going to get the food, and you’re going to get dressed.”
Warnings: smut (like that’s pretty much it), some fluff, swearing
Word count: Im on mobile so not sure? Long one tho
Side note: To avoid confusion this isn’t the readers first time, just first time with Cas
You were just coming back from a hunt; bloody, beaten, and feeling lucky to be alive. You came back to the motel and couldn’t wait to get in the shower. The thought of washing away the stink of the shape shifter’s blood almost brought tears to your eyes. But when you opened the door, Cas was sitting on your bed, waiting for you.
He stood instantly, walking towards you and lifting his hand up to your face. He placed 2 fingers on your forehead and you felt all your soreness disappear, the angel having erased all the wounds left by the shifter.
“Y/n, you should have told me where you were going. I could have helped.”
“I handled it. I don’t need you to watch over me all the time. You know, I did pretty good on my own before we met.” You replied, frustrated at having this conversation again.
Cas kept his gaze glued on you, making you shiver, “I know, but you don’t have to do it alone anymore.”
You couldn’t avoid his gaze. You knew he was right but you weren’t one to admit it. But you made the mistake of looking into his ice blue eyes and your stubbornness faded. He wasn’t trying to anger you or make you feel weak. He genuinely wanted to make sure you were safe. He wanted to protect you.
Your body responded before your mind did. You wrapped your hands around Cas’ neck and pulled him towards you.
The moment your lips touched it was like your entire body was on fire. Your hands were suddenly in a frenzy to remove every piece of clothing Cas was wearing. He was surprised at first but collected himself quickly, responding with just as much intensity.
Breaking the kiss, you concentrated on removing Cas’ white button dress shirt. Your hands were shaking, not just from the adrenaline from the hunt before, but also from the realization that you may be in love with the angel before you.
Cas saw your hesitation and gently placed his hands around yours.
“We don’t have to do this.”
“I want to. I’m just… nervous. I’ve never done this with an angel before.” You grinned, hoping some humour might ease your anxiety.
He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “If you prefer, we can do something else.”
You smiled, and continued to undo the buttons on his shirt with more deliberation this time. “I want this….”
His shirt came undone and fell to the floor. You placed your hand over his heart, feeling the steady beat on your finger tips. The heat in his gaze made you blush furiously, but you pushed yourself to continue.
“I want you.”
He crashed your lips together in another fiery kiss. He tore off your (already ruined) shirt and backed you towards the bed. As soon as your knees hit the edge, you fell backwards landing softly on the bed.
You watched as the angel proceeded to undo your belt and zipper, slipping your jeans off with ease. He slid his hand back up your legs, over your hips and up to your breasts which were still covered by your bra. Thank god for front clasps. You undid it and tossed your bra onto the floor. Cas lightly ran his fingers across your hardened nipples and you sighed at the feeling.
He could have been using angel mojo to make everything feel more intense, heavenly even, but you also thought maybe it was different because it was Cas. You’d never felt this way about anyone you’d fucked before.
He placed his mouth first on one breast, and then the other, flicking his tongue over your nipples, eliciting a moan from you each time. It barely registered that he was removing your panties. That was until you felt his hands on the inside of your thighs, stopping just before he reached your center, asking your permission.
You spread your legs to show you had no intention of stopping him. His hand continued its path up your leg until he reached your pussy. He spread your lips and placed his thumb on your clit, doing a slow back and forth motion. You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you and Cas’ eyes sparkled at the sound. He increased the pressure on your sensitive bundle as he brought his face down to watch as your juices coated his thumb.
“Cas please.” You begged, feeling his hot breath on your thigh.
Cas lowered his mouth to your slit, letting his tongue gently lick through your folds, tasting you. The sensation was unreal and you starting lifting your hips towards his mouth. The circles he was making around your clit began getting faster and faster. You bucked your hips to the rhythm of his circling, practically fucking yourself into his mouth. Cas placed his hands on your abdomen, holding you in place. Not being able to move made the build up so much more agonizing you almost started to cry.
“Please Castiel, it feels so good, please go faster.” You whined and felt him smile. He squared his shoulders and placed his lips right over your clit and began to suck.
The noise that escaped you was half gasp half moan, loud and full of lust. Your legs started to shake, your impending orgasm was so close. The building fire in your belly was so intense you thought you might pass out.
Suddenly, without warning, Cas stood up. All the gentleness that was in his face before was gone, leaving behind only lust. You’re not sure when he’d removed his jeans but at this point it didn’t matter. He was hard and rigid, precum glistened the tip and you had the sudden urge to sit up and lick him clean. But there would be time for that later.
He placed himself over your pussy, sliding through your folds and over your clit, using your juices to lubricate his hard cock. He positioned himself at your entrance and stopped.
He reached up and caressed your cheek, brushing away your hair. He bent down and placed such a gentle kiss on your lips it nearly broke your heart. There was no rush, just the soft feel of his lips against yours. You were so distracted by the kiss that you didn’t feel when he placed his cock at your entrance. You did, however, feel Cas enter you.
He pounded into you so hard you were coming instantly. It was so fast you barely had time to breath. You clawed down Cas’ back you were sure you would draw blood. Your orgasm kept coming, more intense each time Cas slammed into you. He kept his pace hard and steady. The sound of his groans made your pussy clench around him, and you watched as his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head each time he felt you squeeze.
“Y/n, if you keep doing that, this will not last long.” He whispered through clenched teeth.
Your reply was shaky and barely audible, “If you want me to stop, than you’ll have to make me.”
Cas was still instantly. You turned your head to look into his piercing blue eyes and saw the fire in them. He withdrew from you, still hard as a rock and dripping with your juices. Looking down at you, he spoke in a tone you’d only ever heard from him when he was in the middle of a hunt..