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Sunday Respite - A Bountiful Bar-full of Fantasy Beers and Liquors

Ah, alcohol. It’s something that I, as a person (rather than an amorphous blog), rarely even touch outside of the realms of tabletop and electronic RPGs. I find its flavour to be sickly, its strength to be grotesque, but its value as a story-telling and world-building tool to far out-weigh its less than palatable taste. The food - and therefore, drink - of a culture can be just as clear of a clue into its intricacies as that of an exhaustive recital of their far-gone history. Or, as I prefer to put it; one good drink is worth ten-thousand words. There, some wisdom with your blog-post.

So here, gathered upon my shelves and cabinets, are the finest ales, wines, liquors, and spirits known to human tongues and hearts. They shine with a certain heavenly glimmer as the sunlight bounces off of their smiling faces and hand-scribed labels. Yet the greatest glow is the warmth they gift from inside your gut. So, please, drink away, or simply peruse for as long as you wish; I have plenty and to spare.


Slick, dark liquor, served in small, dainty bottles of barely 4-inches in height. They are corked with a rubber cylinder with a ring-pull affixed at their top, decorated with the ivory-white silhouette of a cat’s head on the bottle. The fluid itself fizzes and burns the mouth and throat like piping-hot tea, flavoured with the spiced, exotic flair of those outland folk who care to experiment with their foods beyond salt and honey. The more easily intoxicated drinker may find that they are unable to talk for hours after drinking Black-Cat, as their tongue lolls about their mouth like a limp, wet fish.


This drink is apparently sourced from the sap of a mangrove tree in the swampy lowlands. It is collected by the native folk of the region in tubes of bamboo, and sold on as a packaged beverage for good coin in healthy, regular bouts of trade. The drink is a pale-yellow, ichorous, fluid that turns to syrup if left in direct sunlight. It is sweet, almost like honey, and is strong enough to even turn a barrel-chested regular of the most rugged of taverns into a babbling infant after only two, full pipes. The good news is that drinkers always say they awaken the day after with a clear head full of healthy, happy dreams.


The truth is that noone truly understands just where Hagspit is brewed, or if it even is anymore. Whenever it seems that the alehouses in bustling cities and distant hamlets alike run down to their last few stout pint-bottles of the stuff, there is always a full crate of the stuff forgotten at the back of the cellar. It’s not exactly a popular drink either. It’s colouring is a sickly and inconsistent swilling of ocean blues and moldy greens that stain the teeth and putrefy the breath. Apparently though, with enough of the stuff downed in one sitting, you could find yourself getting stung through the heart by a fat, black scorpion and hardly even lose a heartbeat in response. If you ever need to wade knee-deep into a wasp nest or risk a poisoning at a suspect banquet; drink a full pint of Hagspit and tip your barman well.


The Rootwater recipe is as varied between one town and another as the people who drink it. The drink itself is little more than a brewing process where the gaps in the ingredient list are filled-in by whatever is at hand in place of what was more common further down the road. One town may have a specific vegetable root listed, but in the next settlement down, that root may not grow there. So, instead of wasting trade on that root by itself, they replace it with a ground-up beetle shell that is more-or-less the same. That same beetle may be replaced by a rare mineral extract, chemical compound, magical mixture, or entirely secret additive that is only known to that brewer alone, further adding to the mystery of the Rootwater recipe. It wouldn’t be too obscure to hear of turf-wars or violent disputes between rival, neighboring breweries and their respective appreciators alike.


‘Smoke’ is a rather literal name for the entirely unbranded and unlabeled glass hip-flasks sold at snake-oil stands across the nation. Within the curved, polished glass is a half-pint of swirling, smokey, grey air. When un-capped and poured into a glass or open mouth, the smoke pools and slowly begins to liquefy into a silvery fluid after a few, brief moments. ‘Smoke’ is a supposedly luxurious drink that can, at once, ‘heighten your spirits, senses, and stature’ - according to the grinning salesmen that speak ever so highly of each of their products whilst eagerly counting their coin when your back is turned. The reality is not quite as perfect, as the drink is intensely alcoholic. An imbiber will stumble around the streets after a single swig, but the drunkenness only lasts for a mere hour, or even less. A favourite of lunch-break drinkers and those looking to enjoy themselves in the evening, but at no expense of their morning.


Pixie x


anonymous asked:

In your opinion, which molecule is the most complicated one?

That’s a very difficult question to answer - after all, the complexity of a molecule is subjective and there are boundless possibilities for molecular structures.

You just need to take a look at any protein or polysaccharide in our body - they are comprised of thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions of atoms. There isn’t really a limit to the number of permutations or the number of atoms that could be added to it.

But as for which molecule never ceases to amaze me, it’s DNA. I’ve been reading a book called “Junk DNA” (by Nessa Carey), and it’s just mind-blowing about how much DNA does and how much we still have yet to discover about it. (The book is about the role that non-coding DNA plays in our development, and how they affect our health and wellness)

I genuinely feel like a kid in a candy store when it comes to biochemistry - I’m filled with this sense of wide-eyed wonder because there’s so much more we have yet to learn, and so much potential we can transform this yet-unknown knowledge into. And DNA is a perfect representation of life’s complexity and adaptability.

anonymous asked:

For lafluff (which is the greatest thing ever made): Lance and Allura bonding and having spa days where Allura lets Lance play with her hair and style it and Allura shares her best face masks and they just chill and gossip




Plssssss, I need their brotp like I need air. 

Okay, but what if like, Allura takes advantage of these spa days and she teaches Lance like, all the Altean’s secrets for skin care (ten thousand years old, fite me on this, the Altean now SOME SHIT ABOUT LOOKING YOUNG) 

And I also want for Allura to tell Lance all the popular haircuts the Altean’s used to have! From casual to formal and LANCE IS SO EXCITED and he tries them ALL with Allura and Pidge bc some are required for short hair, and then ALSO KEITH (Shiro has to help him keep him pinned down until Lance’s finished; this happened when they had their first Alliance Formal Party and Keith wanted to go to the Gala in a hoodie….keith.) 

So, after that, Lance is in charge to help the team get ready for meetings and galas and all that stuff along with Coran!! (Coran does the clothes.)

Just, pls, imagine Allura teaching Lance soft casual things, like a big sister teaching her brother about the simple happy things in live and her hobbies and he l o v e s it all. 

actualsquip  asked:

fedya dolokhov for president

reasons to vote Fedya Dolokhov for president:

  • fierce, will not let you down
  • strong man
  • very handsome, so you know he can charm people
  • respected: “Yet, though Anatole spent tens of thousands of rubles, Dólokhov lived with him and had placed himself on such a footing that all who knew them, including Anatole himself, respected him more than they did Anatole.”
  • gay
  • clearheaded even when drunk, so when he’s not drunk, you know he must be SUPER clearheaded
  • he once balanced himself on a windowsill and drank an entire bottle of rum, and if that isn’t impressive, then i don’t know what is
  • sure, yeah, he’s killed some people, but that’s only helping his resumé! shows that he’s driven and devoted.
  • gay
  • really good at making people gamble all their money and winning*
  • *he may have cheated a little but i think that shows good ambition.
  • got a cool nickname; people call him “Dolokhov the Assassin”, and only cool, fun-loving people get nicknames!
  • DID try to talk anatole out of the elopement. he was trying.
  • gay
ready up

hard to breathe. draw heat from
blood, ruthlessly expand periphery,
catch wind of a kind unknown to me,
lost forever in possibility. struggle
again to be the heat of the fire and
the light inside, fail ten thousand times.
make moves towards tomorrow such that
next week is scared to look upon my face -

momentum is something you build,
carry, and lose. not an easy feat
but it’s the horse i always bet on.



i’m finally done, and i saved my favorite for last: lassiter

he’s been in this game the longest by FAR. a good ten thousand or so years ago, he was formed in a kindergarten built on a very odd planet that YD colonized. odd as in, not just low in resources but the resources it did have were unlike most previous colonies.

very few gems successfully made it out of the ground, and YD rejected all of those who did, as none of them fit her idea of a proper gem. however, BD was interested in the turnout, and insisted on taking the best one out of the lot - which happened to be probably the strangest agate homeworld had yet seen.

thanks to blue’s merciful nature, he was allowed to work his way into acceptance - he couldn’t produce a whip like an agate should, but he had other ways of managing subordinates. his eye-gem alone was unsettling enough. for thousands of years, he was on thin ice, and had to constantly perform at a very high level to stay in the clear.

regardless, for the longest time, he had nothing but loyalty to the diamonds and contempt for those who went against them. it was all he knew, and the fear of being shattered basically ruled the better part of his life. so when he was assigned with retrieving two rebels (shawn and gus) from earth, he began the search completely determined to bring them to justice.

of course, when he and his jasper do catch them, it’s the beginning of him realizing that he could be more than just an enforcer. that he doesn’t have to be stuck serving tyrants who might kill him if he slipped up only once.

it takes him longer than the rest to become fully convinced of the rebellion, given his history, but after a very peridot-calling-YD-a-clod-esque incident, he pretty much has no other choice.

[ shawn + context / gus / juliet ]

incredibly specific things about Bakugou’s wardrobe that i have noticed:

  • he owns lots and lots of black/dark blue tank tops
  • loves wearing baggy pants and probably buys them all a size or two larger than necessary just so he can pull off his Look™
  • wears an incredibly bright orange belt to hold up his way too large pants so they don’t fall down around his ankles. however he still wears his pants way too low despite the belt. child is dedicated to his Look™
  • owns way too many skull/Punisher t-shirts. i’m 98% sure he still wears the same brand that he wore as a child. refuses to change looks. will buy any t-shirt as long as it’s black and has a skull on it 
  • only ever wears loafers. sometimes boots. but always loafers
  • never wears socks (b/c the only time he wore them he got kidnapped. both times.)