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ysrwii · 7 months
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Gods and Goddesses from Wakfu
Goddess Cra, her followers are archers (read "Cra" backwards and you get "Arc", French for "Bow")
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God Ecaflip, his followers are gamblers (read "Ecaflip" backwards and you get "Pilface", French "Pile ou face" means "Heads or Tails")
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God Eliotrope, his followers use portals (read "Eliotrop" backwards and you get "Portoile", French for "The Portal")
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Goddess Eniripsa, her followers are healers (read "Eniripsa" backwards and you get "Aspirine", French for "Aspirin")
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God Enutrof, his followers are obsessed with treasures and gold (read "Enutrof" backwards and you get "Fortune")
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Goddess Feca, her followers are great "tanks" ("Feca" is an anagram for "Café", French for "Coffee". There are two versions about this name: first, she was named after 1 of 3 favourite snacks of creators; second, battles of Feca goes for so long that you need several coffee not to fall asleep during it)
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God Huppermage, its followers are mages who use 5 elements
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God Iop, his followers are warriors/brawlers ("Iop" is a reference to "Yop", brand of yogurt drink, 2nd of 3 favorite snacks of creators)
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God Osamodas, his followers capture and summon creatures (read "Osamodas" backwards and you get "Sadomaso", an acronym for "sadistic masochist", they use whips)
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God Ouginak, his followers can transform into werewolf-like dogs ("Ouginak" is a reference to dog food brand)
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Goddess Pandawa, her followers are martial artists who love to drink ("Pandawa" is an anagram for "Padawan", Jedi apprentice in the Star Wars. Another version - short for "Panda Warrior")
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God Sram, his followers are stealthy assassins (read "Sram" backwards and you get "Mars", a reference to 3rd of 3 favourite snacks of creators)
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God Rogue, his followers are bandits who use guns and bombs (he is Sram in disguise)
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Goddess Sacrier, her followers are brawlers/berserkers ("Sacrier" is a reference to "Sacrieur", French combination of "sacrifice" and "crieur" - "a person that shouts", they used their own blood for attacks in Dofus and some of their attacks damage them back)
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God Sadida, his followers are tree people, who use dolls (read "Sadida" backwards and you get "Adidas", a reference to shoe and sportwear brand, but funny thing is that Sadida followers don't wear any shoes)
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God Foggernaut, his followers are robots/cyborgs who were people in past (its name is derived from Phileas Fogg and The Nautilus)
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God Xelor, his followers use time magic (read "Xelor" backwards and you get "Rolex", famous expensive watch brand)
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God Masqueraider, his followers use various masks (their name comes from "bal masqué" (masquerade ball), which participants attend wearing a mask, like Masqueraiders do)
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year
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infatuating incantation
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summary: “did you take my pipe?”
warnings: Eddie Munson/reader, witch!reader, cosy magic vibes, lesbian witch aunts, kissing, magic, sexual references
word count: 680
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“Wow…” Eddie muttered, still in a daze as he draped his arm around your bare waist. 
“Yeah,” you slowly lulled your eyes open, curling your body deeper into his musk. 
“I mean, that was-“
“I know, I told you,” you tilted your chin up and flashed him a victorious grin, “sexual activities during the full moon really is something.”
“I just kinda thought you were kidding about the levitation part.”
“Oh, baby,” your thumb and forefinger caught his chin, “I never kid,” you reminded him in a dramatic tone, before capturing his lips in a kiss. 
Just before you could slip your tongue past his lips, he broke away and asked, “can you do that thing again?”
“What thing? I do lots of things,” you ran your fingers down his chest in a manner as if you were already trying to start something again. 
“You know, that thing,” he gesticulated with one hand, fluttering it around over your heads. 
“Oh, that thing,” getting what he was hinting at, “sure,” you rolled over, a motion that successfully stole most of the covers from your boyfriend, surely exposing his spent manhood, you reached down to your backpack on the floor and fished out the small intricate pipe that was in the front pocket.
Scooting back into place, you placed the tip to your lips and puffed a few times. Readjusting the duvet, Eddie curled one hand behind his head and stretched the other one behind yours, letting you use his bicep as a makeshift pillow. 
Carefully blowing the smoke up into the air above you, it curled and formed clear little clouds of marvellous shapes.
“Uh, that one looks like a sheep!” your excited partner pointed to one of the few clouds that weren’t shaped like anything fantastical, but just kinda looked like a regular cloud, “and that one looks like, um, cotton candy maybe?”
“Babe, I give you the full-on Gandalf treatment, I mean, that one over there literally looks exactly like a pirate ship and those two are the ones you rave about? Any day, you can look up to the sky and see those exact ones.” 
“Well, it’s just-“ Eddie didn’t get to clarify any further as a sudden knock at your door found both of your ears. 
Acting quick, Eddie yanked the comforter over his head, successfully wafting the clouds out of the air, and you covered yourself enough so they you couldn’t tell that you were in fact stark naked under it.
“Y/n,” your aunt with her greying hair perfectly pinned as always, swung open the door unceremoniously, “did you take my pipe?”
Under the duvet, you tightened your grip around the very objects in question and lied, “hi, um, nope, no I didn’t.”
“I could have sworn I smelled the faintest bit of smoke coming from up here…”
“Well,” you scrambled your brain for a suitable explanation, “you know, Eddie did lend me his jacket today at school and I never got around to returning it, so that might just be what your nose picked up on.”
“Oh, okay” she thankfully seemed to buy the story, “why are you in bed?”
“Um, I have a bit of a headache, so I was just trying to take a nap.”
“Really?” worry washed over her usually tranquil features, “you are tired on a full moon? Did you get cursed again? Do I need to draw you a cleansing bath?”
“No, no, no,” you rushed out before she could manage to run after the lavender, “I didn’t get cursed, don’t worry, I was just a bit tired, that’s all.”
“Alright… well, dinner is in an hour, okay?”
“Cool,” you bit down on your bottom lip as you felt Eddie’s warm body shift slightly, pressing further up against your own. 
“And let me know if you find it,” she really drew out her exit. 
“Will do!”
“Okay, have a good nap, darling,” she smiled, and just before the door closed, she added through the crack, “you too, Eddie!” 
Finally, he bashfully revealed his wild curls and replied instinctively, “thanks, ma’am…”
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redwayfarers · 20 days
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survivor - for the random word generator prompt!
hello! sorry for the wait, real life got the better of me and i didn't write, but i was reading gide and this came to me like an angel, so i had to write it! if it reads like les faux monnayeurs, i'm so sorry lmao, this is why they tell you not to write immediately after reading (affectionate)
a flickering light, or a tale of two survivors
Fandom: FFXIV Ship: Cassander/Stephanivien (implied), Nika/Minfilia Characters: Cassander Inteus (aka a Cass AU), Nika Perseis (WoL), Stephanivien de Haillenarte Rating: Gen Words: 1759 Spoilers: ARR patches, if you squint. dividers by @saradika
Set during early Heavensward.
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The Skysteel Manufactory gets stupidly creepy at night. It’s not lit by torches or something, like some parts of the city - Stephanivien saw to that, he’s too avant-garde for torches, how dare the world not use every technological advancement ever! - and there’s a few of the lamps that go on and off, like a broken clock. Stephanivien is too busy to see that of all things, and we’re all far too enthralled by the creepiness to tell him. 
Some of us have weird tastes. 
The workshops on higher levels are a mess of metal parts, wires, cogs, magical devices and whatever the fuck machinists need. There’s a beauty in that too, in a way. It feels lived in, like a childhood bedroom you can’t yet leave even though you’re getting married tomorrow. Except that I was an adult when I first saw this room, and that I’d have no idea what a beloved childhood room would look, let alone feel like. My childhood bedroom - or the room where I spent a large part of what people call a childhood, anyways - is pristine, devoid of personality, rich, opulent. It’s a stage more than anything. Only thing remotely lived in in that whole fucking room - no, the whole shitty house - is the bright, orange pillow with Dzemael sigil sewn on it. 
It was embarrassing, packing your childhood pillow, the first time I left to spend the night in the Manufactory. But maybe I am embarrassing, deep down, so I get to keep my little pillow with me and go freeze in the messy, lived in workshops overnight. The more I got used to that, the less embarrassing it felt. 
One day, I might even go take it to Coerthas and drown in a river there. I’m sure my mother would be happier for it. She found the pillow rather tacky anyways. 
“It was very.. Kind of you to let me in,” I told Stephanivien one night, seated beside him to watch him work. His eyeshadow bore the signs of wearing, a little messy at the edges. His forehead gleamed with sweat. The lamp was dying, but he was too engrossed in his work to notice and I was too engrossed in him to tell him. 
“Kind? Cassander, your mother is an absolute bitch. Even if you weren’t as pretty as you are, I would have taken you in regardless. Between us, darling, you’re wasted in that house.” He smiled, widely. “You look much better with a gun in your hand, I will say.” 
“You will,” I laugh, looking at my hands. My cheeks were burning. “I think I like guns. Long ones in particular. Elegant. You may think I’m referring to something else, but no, I am referring to metal objects you use to shoot things with.”
“You’re funny,” Stephanivien shakes his head. “I can make you one, if you’d like. Golden, to match the pillow.” 
“My future gun has a bed now, who would’ve thought.” I reached out and grasped his gloved hand, dirty from the work. Stephanivien smiled, and it seemed brighter than the dying lamp above our heads. 
Maybe I’m also a little fond of that struggling, dying thing. I go up sometimes, when it’s cold, or rainy, or everyone’s simply too busy for me and my jobless ass, sit beneath it and look at the gun Stephanivien gave me. A nameday gift, engraved with a little dagger. It’s in pristine condition, but I clean it anyway, with all the care you afford a priceless, porcelain vase; the light flickers, on and off, but I don’t need it to see the little dagger engraving, the nooks and the crannies and the long barrel that feels like something my mother would hate. 
That, too, brings me joy. Theokleia de Dzemael hates machinists, on principle. The fact that I not only own a gun, but can shoot with it, is a kind of pleasure I wouldn’t have thought myself capable of some 5 years ago. 
This particular evening, I climb up the stairs to the workshop, coffee in hand, ready to clean it from the last practice from earlier. A curl that the goggles aren’t holding up tickles my temple, but I’ll be damned if I let my coffee spill just because of one stray piece of hair that refuses to sit still. I kick the door open. 
“I like your gun,” someone says before I can fully register them. A pair of mismatched eyes moves from the weapon to me and my coffee. “Did you also drink the last of the coffee?” 
“I’m not a coffee maniac,” I grumble, frowning. “I can’t drink all of it. What kind of question is that, for fuck’s everloving sake?” 
Nika looks at me with an equal furrow. However, that’s his MO, and mine is decidedly not. I have been known to grin maniacally once or twice. “One that needs answering.” 
The light flickers above our heads. It casts a sudden light onto his face, and shines a weak light onto the hazel eye and the scar on his nose and cheek. Ouch. His lips are pulled in a tight line, his short, black hair in disarray, a stark contrast to the finery of the clothes he’s wearing - courtesy of his hosts here in Ishgard. 
For a Warrior of Light, he is very gloomy and dark. An asshole, too. You’d think the Warrior of Light, of all people, would be a hero, but no, we’re stuck with a perpetually frowning asshole. What a joy. 
“What do you want? Move, I need that desk.” I place the overfilled cup down as roughly as I can. “There’s no fucking coffee here except the one on the table, and that’s mine.”
“I paid you a compliment,” he says, unmoving. “You could at least say thank you. You nobles should have manners.” 
“Je suis plein de gratitude. I know you paid me a compliment, but the question later made no sense so that had to be addressed first.” 
Nika looks at the gun again. He taps his fingers against the wood in a rhythm, three taps forward, one tap backward, three strong, one a glide, then in reverse. He then looks at his feet and takes a deep breath. “Minfilia is better at this sort of thing. She knows how to talk to you higher classes.” 
“Minfilia?” Who the fuck is this Minfilia woman? I readjust my goggles, and push the tickling curl away from my skin. Is she his lover, his sister? His friend? I can’t imagine him caring about anyone, including himself. From what little he’s been here in the Manufactory, a stray taken in by Stephanivien’s brightness much like me, all he did is make nonsense sentences and antagonize everyone. 
“Someone very dear to me. But she isn’t here, and neither is Alphinaud, so you’re stuck with me.” 
Alphinaud? Oh yeah, one of the other wards. The elezen kid. Whoever did his braid deserves to be fired because it’s needlessly messy and terrible. “Which would be fine, if you stopped speaking in riddles. Now can I sit, Warrior of Light, or will you clean my likeable gun for me? I’m not making you coffee.”
“In riddles? I’m not–” Nika frowns yet again. “Have your gun, whats-your-face.” 
“Cassander. Cassander de Dzemael.” 
“Cassander,” he says, like he’s testing the name. I look down at him. 
The light flickers. Something crosses his face, and his eyes look painfully vulnerable for a moment, and he’s tapping his fingers in the same rhythm again. 
“Why are you here, Nika?” I ask. I don’t know why my voice becomes so gentle. Maybe because I’m towering over him, and if I kept the hard edge, it would scare him off, not that I care about that. Maybe if I spoke gentler, he’d buck less under every question. Maybe he’d even start making sense. 
Or maybe the images of my mother’s hard voice echo in my head, like a hammer to the anvil. Now it is my turn to grip the table until my nail beds go a little pale. Her shouts and her yells, her derisive comments, her hard eyes and her pointed anger, and her looming, Halone’s ass, the looming! Do I sound like that? Do I sound as rough as she does? 
Nika’s quiet for a while. He keeps looking at his hands, rough and harsh. “That’s none of your business,” he rasps, but moves so that I could sit. “If someone needs me, they don’t know where to look.” 
I sit and take a long sip of my coffee. “Just mind the pillow, then. And try not to interrupt. This is something of a sacred ritual, you see. Halone-ordained. When you go to church, they tell you you must clean your gun or else she will smite you, or something.” 
He huffs. 
“Or so I hear,” I add with a shrug. “I’m not frequently in church.” 
The light flickers. 
“Minfilia would also laugh at that,” Nika says. I still have no idea who this Minfilia is, but she’s welcome to laugh at my jokes, wherever she is. “Will they fix the fucking thing?”
I take a sip of coffee. “Don’t think so. It’s rather cute. On and off. We all like weird things, I think, and my particular weird thing is this broken little lamp. Besides, I’m sure Stephanivien will notice at some point or another. When it dies, probably.”
“He’s the one making these guns, I’d rather he didn’t make me a faulty one,” Nika shrugs. “But if he sees, it’s whatever. It’s just annoying. You asked me earlier why I’m here. I was drawn to the gun. I think it has a nice shot.” He pauses. “I’m sure that the Fortemps family can pay for one of these.”
“Pretty sure they can, yeah. This one’s mine, though.” 
“I’m not in the habit of stealing people’s weapons.” 
I lift a brow. “Never said you were.” 
Nika shakes his head and heads for the door. The light flickers and he looks up. “Someone should really fix the damn thing,” he says, a little less angry than before. He’s then gone, tucking his waistcoat tighter for warmth, and I watch him go before he’s part of the shadows and I can take out my tools. 
We all like weird things. Some of us like long-barreled guns. Some of us like women named Minfilia, and speaking in riddles. And who knows? Maybe this broken little lamp refuses to die because it likes us, too. 
Halone works in weird fucking ways. 
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aurpiment · 1 year
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kumoriyami-xiuzhen · 1 year
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Hakuoki Tsukikage Kazama Short Story
This is the last translation to make up for March (only four not five since i don't count a week because of my bday)... I'm probably just going to translate the rest of what I can for April...
Also I hate tax law. Taxes themselves are something I'm okay with to a degree since I'm probably more federalist and like health care and the idea of dental care, but looking through who knows how many statues and laws from the CRA for just one thing is something I wish I didn't subject myself to lol.
ANYWAY.
The story for this translation was originally published in B's-LOG 2019年11月号.
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the last of these I'll be able to translate are the Souji one with the books, the Saito story with the flower in winter, the Harada story and the one for Souma.... i think those haven't been translated?
Hakuoki Tsukikage B’s Log 2019年11月 Kazama Short Story “Nagatsuki (長月)” [meaning the 9th month of the lunar calendar]
Translation by KumoriYami
"This was all that could be prepared."
"No, it's nothing. I should be the one apologising for forcing you to do this."
With a plate in my hand that I received from the hostess who bowed her head to apologise, I greeted her before going back to the room.
On our journey to Aizu, this was the only inn we could find.
The closer to the battlefield, the fewer people there were, and the once lively stores and inns tightly shut their doors.
This was something that had been realized after camping out several times, [though] Amagiri-san found that there was inn operating at the end of the road/street [not sure about the first half here].
(It was thanks to Amagiri-san...)
Chizuru sighed as she thought this.
"...Too slow."
Back in the room, Kazama-san had already put on his yukata and was relaxing as he looked out the window.
Ever since we left Edo, Kazmaa-san had been wearing simple western-style sleeves.
Although that really suited him, I still thought he was more attractive while wearing a kimono.
"Out of kindness, the hostess provided me with a choushi. What do you think about this?"
According to ChatGPT (since I could not find a response I liked through google): "In Japanese, 铫子 (choushi) is called "yakan" (ヤカン) which refers to a kettle or a pot used for boiling water or heating liquids, often made of metal or ceramic. It is commonly used for making tea or coffee, but can also be used for warming sake or other alcoholic beverages." T/N: the raw itself uses "铫子"
"Hmph… this sake is not to my taste, but if you want to pour it, I'll drink it."
In response to his arrogant statements, I smiled wryly and poured some sake for him.
I wasn't used to his behaviour before, but now I've completely accepted it.
(He is actually a very emotional person…)
I already know that now.
As I listened to the sound of insects in the distance, I poured sake into his cup.
In this private room [In private?], he was unexpectedly quiet, and was fond of silence, so I didn't have to force myself to greet him.
His posture as he looked up at the moon was so graceful, like the appearance of someone in a painting—
(What am I thinking...)
For some reason, I was now very concerned about Kazama-san's inner thoughts/opinions.
"It's almost the fifteenth night [Alternatively, this can be interpreted as "the night of the full moon" like in the Juugoyabana drama].
"This sake is no good, but I can it's not bad as a side dish to appreciating the moon."
In contrast to his sarcasm, his eyes were gentle.
"When you're satisfied and aren't asking for more, it's easy to get what you want. In this world, there are too many foolish fossils [term is for people out of date or have fallen behind] who have forgotten this."
His words penetrated deeply into my heart.
With my own eyes, I have witnessed what people who pursue profit and those who have robbed others to satisfy their own desires. I saw firsthand what that looked like to the state of my hometown.
If Kazama-san wasn't at my side, perhaps I wouldn't be able to endure it.
"...So, are you satisfied now?"
"What a foolish question."
The corners of his mouth curled into a smile at the me who was feeling shy.
"If you want me to feel satisfied, let me satisfy myself first… it is useless to have another's person way of thinking/thoughts fulfilled by someone else."
(...He truly is a gentle person.)
The words I heard were a comfort to me who was worrying about those still fighting, and those yet to fight.
As he looked up towards the moon again, and I silently thanked him.
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tbmunson · 1 year
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Phone Sex - Rockstar!Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader
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Day 4 of 31.
Summary: Gareth is away on tour and calls to ask you to fly out for a break in tour. One thing leads to another and... well, you read the title.
Warnings: 18+! Masturbation, Dirty talk.
WC: 1K
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It was starting to get late and Gareth hadn't called yet, which was unusual considering he called you every night while on tour. You were just moments away from setting your now empty wine glass in the sink and calling it a night when the familiar shrill sound of the phone cut through the otherwise silent house.
You walked over quickly and picked it up from where it hung on the wall. "Hello?"
"Hey, Sugar. Sorry I'm late. Jeff was hogging the phone." Gareth said, the smile on his face evident in his tone.
"That's okay, baby. I was about to get ready for bed. It's past eleven." You said, resting against the wall and twirling the cord around your fingers.
"I know. I'm sorry. Listen, we've got a week long break starting Friday. I was thinking maybe you could fly out and see me? If you want to, of course." Even after four years, the guys making it big, and you quitting your job to move states away and letting Gareth take care of you he was still nervous you'd reject him.
"Baby, I'd love to. I'll get a sitter for the kids and fly out Friday morning. I miss you and I want to see you." The kids you were referring to were your and Gareth's two pit mixes named Cheech and Chong, named by the guys. They were the only reason you didn't go on tour with them in the first place.
"We'll be in Miami... What do you miss about me, baby?" His voice changed tone to one of curiosity and slight lust, making you smirk.
"I miss your hugs, and the way you smell. I miss your laugh. Your eyes. Right now, I really miss your hands and how they feel on my hips when you pull me in. I miss your lips and how they know just the right spots to kiss..."
"Fuck, Sugar. I was trying to hold off til Friday, but you're making it hard." He groaned slightly, shifting in the seat he was in.
You chuckled and grabbed the cordless phone, switching it with the one on the wall. "Yeah, I bet I am baby." You voice was low, mixed with lust and want, just for him. "Too bad I can't take care of you until Friday."
"You could help me take care of it now."
"Naughty, naughty. The drummer of Corroded Coffin is asking me to get him off over the phone? Scandalous." You chuckled, settling onto the arm chair, one leg over the arm of it while the other rested on the floor in front. "I think I could do that." You added, feeling the excitement deep in the pit of your stomach.
"You're a fucking tease, baby. Acting like it's a chore. I know you wanna get off as bad as I do, don't you?" He held the phone between his ear and his shoulder and he unbuttoned his pants.
You pouted and sighed. "Yeah, I can't without you so it's been a while." You slipped your hand under your shirt, tweaking your nipples lightly. "Gotta hear you making noise baby."
"Yeah, can't get off without me? Need me to let you know how good it feels, hm?" His hand was around his cock, stroking slowly as he gave you direction. "Rub your clit for me baby and tell me how you'd suck me off."
Chills raced over your body at the crude demand, yet you still felt your panties dampen from it. "How would I suck your big cock? Well I wouldn't be able to take it all first." You sighed a bit at the feeling if your finger slowly tracing circles around your clit. "Then, I'd lick that vein that I love so much all the way from your balls to your tip and give it a kiss."
He moaned out, throwing his head back as he remembered the feeling. "Yeah, baby? What else?"
The sound of him moaning made you whimper. "I'd hold you cock in one hand and wrap my lips around your tip, swirling my tongue around it like candy." You moaned, wanting nothing more than for him to be in your mouth.
"Fuck baby, I don't think I'm gonna last long with you talking like that." He groaned, listening to you moan for him. He let out a whimper, driving you crazy as your fingers worked you over.
"I'd take as much of you as I can in my mouth, push you to the back of- of my throat." Your breathing was picking up as you fell closer and closer to the edge, ready to jump off into bliss.
"Fuck, You getting off to the idea of sucking my dick is so hot baby. I'm gonna cum."
"Oh, fuck, Gareth." Your voice broke as you felt the rush of pleasure brought on by his words.
Gareth released a slew of moans and whimpers, signaling his own release and the next moment was filled with the sound of both of you breathing hard into the receiver.
"I love you, Gareth." You stated as you stood to go clean off.
"I love you too baby. I can't believe that's the first time we've had phone sex." He chuckled, heading towards the bathroom of the empty dressing room he was in.
"Yeah, well, we've got to do it more often. You sound to fucking sexy and I can't get there without it anymore." You pouted, opening the bedroom door.
The dogs raised their heads to look at you, Chong tilted his head slightly.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. It was your dad's idea." You squinted at the dog, making Gareth laugh. "Don't you laugh either. You're not getting judgemental looks from them." You scolded, stepping into the bathroom.
"You're right. I'm sorry. Just don't tell them about what's happening Friday. Wouldn't wanna change the way they look at you." He joked, making you roll your eyes.
"Keep it up and you'll be lucky if anything happens." You lied, knowing you would jump him the second you could.
"Yeah, yeah. I love you. I'll call you tomorrow." He smiled, heart happy.
"I love you too baby. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
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I finished it two nights ago but didn't upload until today because I had class and needed to sleep, as well as helping out with Christmas.
That being said, I wanted to explore my OCs relationship with Muhammed Avdol because I felt bad for how underrated he is and wanted to do him some justice, I thought it be cute if those two bonded over Egyptian history since he's of Egyptian descent and Medea's a former young prodigy.
This also gave me an excuse to use my new coloring pencils by Cra-Z-Art, the colors are awesome but now I have to memorize which color is which due to the name changes.
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Anyway, the story here takes place during the "Anubis Arc" after Joseph puts his breathing mask on her as a way to keep her in line, prompting Medea to stew and bitch at him for this. Afterwards Avdol showed up with their food basket and talks about her behavior, but she ignores him.
Medea then begins reading a local newspaper and sees an article regarding Alexandria banning a British publication company from allowing their books in a bookstore due to its inaccurate portrayal of Cleopatra, the news made her swoon in glee, Avdol checked and saw what book they're referring to, causing him to "flare up" and burned the carpet in anger.
After calming down, Avdol apologizes and explains how irritated he gets whenever people portray Cleopatra wrong, Medea mentions that she feels the same way back in High School and how her former friends won't listen to her, the two then had a discussion over the queen being a beautiful but intelligent and cunning leader of her time.
Then moving to other parts of Egyptian history such as mummification and ancient deities, suddenly she silenced herself she realized that she was about to give too much information about the Glory Gods' Stands(since they're all named by Egyptian Gods).
Soon after, Avdol asked how she knew so much about his culture's history and mythologies, Medea answered that she used to like studying and reading about ancient cultures as a kid and how she originally wanted to be an archeologist before getting kicked out of America, he expressed how intelligent she was in her field of study, causing her to get flustered. 
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To anyone who's Egyptian or knows Egyptian History, I tried my best to make Cleopatra as accurate as possible based on the information I found of her, if I do get her wrong, I do apologize for it, and I will gladly delete the image if you want me to.
Medea King belongs to me
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Lost Time
Contents: Scarecrow x Reader, Pining, Fluff, Kissing
Words: 750
Scarecrow's thoughts trailed off as he listened to the information you recently got for him, carefully watching your lips move as you go over every small detail. It's been a month since he had surgery after Croc's attack. Not once did you ever comment on his decision to graft the mask to his face. Not once did you ever look upon him with fear after he revealed his new form to you.
It confused him.
Angered him.
…Intrigued him.
You two had a history of working together before the Asylum incident. You had always taken interest in his work and beliefs. And for some reason, he had found himself delighted that you escaped the Asylum amidst all the chaos. Perhaps it was because you had found him out in the river and quickly came to his aid as you've done many times before, helping him to shore and tending to his wounds the best you could.
"Doctor Cra- Scarecrow?" You quickly correct yourself.
Even now he can't help but feel amused that you sometimes continue to refer to him as Doctor, "Yes?"
"I was asking what action we should take next."
"We wait." He responds.
"We've been waiting. When do we strike?"
"Patience. We bide our time, gain allies, and gather as much information on Batman as we can. You will know when the plan is set in motion."
"You keep saying that Scarecrow, but-"
"But what? Do you have a problem with my method?"
"No, of course not. You know I'll follow whatever you do-"
Does he know that?
Will you follow everything he has planned?
"But I want to make Batman pay for what he's done to you."
He's silent. He stares at you with those milky white eyes, expression unreadable.
"You told me Batman was the reason for all of your suffering, so I want to make him suffer in return."
He lets out a small hum. Perhaps you understand him better than anyone else, "In time. He will know true suffering in time. For now, we wait." He says, reaching his hand out and lightly brushing the back of his fingers against your cheek. You freeze for a moment, your eyes wide with confusion. A brief apologetic look crosses Scarecrow's face as he pulls his hand away.
Why did he do that? Why did you do that? Has he misread your devotion to him as something more? You've never shown fear to his appearance, but you now freeze to his touch? Perhaps you are afraid of him after all. Or is it disgust? Disgust at this disfigured monster of a man that barely resembles a human anymore?
He is not afraid of your rejection. Not like he was before in his younger days. Yet there is still a pain deep in his chest.
He is snapped from his thoughts when he feels you grab his hand and place it in your own, palm to palm, then lay your other hand on top of his. You give him a small, soft smile, "Okay, Scarecrow, I'll continue to wait with you."
He stares wordlessly, raising his other hand and placing his palm on your cheek. You lean into his touch this time. He leans his face closer to yours, but hesitates, stopping just inches away. You quickly close the gap, pressing your lips to his mouth. He's surprised by your eagerness, but doesn't move as your hands move away from his and you lightly grip his arms. So you're not disgusted by him?
Good.
He finally leans his head forward, closing his eyes and savoring the taste of your lips on him. Lips he thought of kissing many times before when he had his own to press against them. It was ironic, in a way, that he was no longer afraid to kiss you when he hadn't the lips to do so. Fate really does have a twisted sense of humor.
The kiss lasted for only a few seconds before you pulled back, a look of embarrassment on your face as you stuttered out, "Crane- Scarecrow I- Sorry I shouldn't hav-"
"It's alright to call me Jonathan." He responds, "But only when we're alone." He rubs his thumb against your cheek, "And I don't mind."
Your look of embarrassment turns to confusion, then to a soft, content smile.
"Now, why don't we make up for lost time?" Scarecrow suggests, moving his thumb across your lower lip before leaning in and stopping, waiting for you to kiss him again.
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At a Planning and Design Commission Meeting last week, associate city planner Laura Tuller disclosed that Sacramento will back off — at least for now — on enforcing what has been touted as a key policy in combating climate change.
“The city will not currently preclude mixed fuel development,” Tuller told the city council-appointed commission. during an update on the city’s building electrification strategy.
Her statement referred to enforcing an ordinance passed by the council that would, with some exceptions, ban natural gas hookups in new construction projects starting in 2023.
Methane from natural gas is a potent contributor to greenhouse gases and climate change. State and local leaders in California have identified what is called “building decarbonization” — relying on cleaner electric power — as a crucial way to achieve its zero carbon emissions goal by 2045.
Tuller explained that the decision to pause enforcement is the result of a recent court ruling. Other cities such as San Luis Obispo and Santa Cruz have made the same determination.
In April, The Ninth U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals overturned the City of Berkeley’s building electrification ordinance in a lawsuit backed by the Sacramento-based California Restaurant Association. The court said that the city had stepped on the federal government’s role regulating energy markets.
The ruling has, for the moment, put a chill on what building decarbonization advocates say is a sensible movement. Prior to the Berkeley ruling, 76 cities from Los Angeles to Sacramento had passed electrification ordinances banning natural gas hookups in new construction. Sacramento leaders say they can’t enforce the gas ban until they see what happens with the City of Berkeley’s appeal of the decision.
State policymakers are similarly nervous about the implications of the Berkeley ruling.
A Sacramento Bee investigation earlier this month found that donations to CRA and its foundation from SoCalGas, the nation’s largest gas utility, soared after CRA launched its lawsuit.
Critics of SoCalGas as well as the California Public Advocate’s Office, which is an independent state watchdog arm of the California Public Utilities Commission, have accused SoCalGas of financially backing the Berkeley lawsuit with millions of dollars.
“It strains credibility to suggest that the utility did not fund research that supported the California Restaurant Association’s litigation,” the watchdog said in a filing this month.
The restaurant association has vigorously denied any coordination with Southern California Gas Co. on the lawsuit. The CRA said its motivation for the lawsuit was purely to protect new restaurants who prefer using gas, especially Chinese restaurants that prefer gas-powered woks.
SoCalGas has vehemently denied that it in any way funded the CRA’s lawsuit.
The recent Bee investigation noted that contributions to the CRA and its foundation from SoCalGas and its parent company Sempra grew from $174,594 in years 2015 to 2018 to $1.8 million from 2019 to 2022 — a tenfold increase.
The original Sacramento electrification ordinance passed in 2021 and went into effect, albeit briefly, on Jan. 1. Restaurants, however, were exempted until 2026. But through its role as members of a technical advisory panel advising the city, the CRA along with two allies connected to Chinese restaurants, argued the gas ban was culturally insensitive to the tradition of wok cooking.
Several Asian chefs that The Bee spoke to, including celebrity chef Martin Yan, pointed out that induction wok cooking is becoming more common in Asia, and that the industry needs to do its part to combat climate change. Many chefs believe cooking with electric-powered induction woks —although more expensive — is better than cooking with gas-powered woks, especially when environmental and health effects are considered.
At the technical advisory panel’s recommendation, in November 2022, the city council adopted “infeasibility waiver guidelines” that included a key clause;: If the business was found to make a legitimate claim that precluding them from using natural gas would “prohibit socio-cultural traditions that communities practice,” they could be exempted.
“I was shocked when I read that. It just felt like this secret gutting,” Rosie Yacoub an activist with the climate group 350 Sacramento told The Bee. She added, “What does that even mean? It seems like anyone could make that case.”
At a City Council meeting on Tuesday, Mayor Darrel Steinberg and City Council member Katie Valenzuela said that The Bee investigation raised questions about the city’s conflict of interest policy for advisory groups like the technically advisory panel, though stopped short of any specific suggestions for reforming the process.
Charlie Spatz, research manager at the Energy and Policy Institute, said that the conflict of interest issue raised thorny questions.
“The question here is whether the utility money was motivating or influencing the restaurant association’s engagement with the city council,” he said. “There’s nothing wrong with restaurants engaging in electrification policy, but it’s important to remember that gas utilities are spreading disinformation to restaurants with the goal of blocking electrification policy.
“It’s a bad faith campaign designed to drive unfounded fear in the restaurant industry and it only serves the interests of gas utilities.”
That disinformation, Spatz and others note, centers on what they believe are dubious studies that try to undermine research such as that performed by Stanford University that concludes gas cooking can be harmful without proper ventilation.
There are signs that even if the Berkeley decision is not overturned, market conditions at least in Sacramento, which has through SMUD some of the lowest electric rates in California, are pushing new construction to be all-electric.
A tool that the city links to called Xerohome appears to typically show cost savings in utility bills of $600-$1,100 annually when homeowners opt for modern all-electric appliances.
Brian Hanly, President of Next Generation Capital, says his company has increasingly opted for all-electric developments in Sacramento, including the 21-unit development, Icon @14C, which was completed in 2020.
“We were a bit afraid of the consumer response in the beginning,” Hanly told The Bee. He added, “It’s above my pay grade to understand the environmental ramifications between natural gas and electric, but we’ve had a positive experience.”
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Dandelion & Diabetes
Hey Everybody! Here’s my final for Rootwork Herbals People’s Medicine School.
Once it’s accepted, I’ll be a real, live community herbalist and I’m so excited! 🥹 🥹 🥹
Please feel free to put any questions or concerns in the comments, or email me directly at [email protected].
Thanks for bearing witness to this wonderful experience :)
As ever, wishing you well,
Cyree Jarelle
Dandelion/Taraxacum officinale: Overview
Dandelion is a perennial flowering herb that grows from a long taproot.
Its name has been associated with the Persian tark hashgun, which means wild endive.
Rodale's Illustrated Encyclopedia of Herbs, suggests an origin in the Greek taraxos is more likely. Taraxos is a Greek word for "disorder" and as Rodale's writes, akos means remedy.
This is the relationship that humans have kept with Dandelion. It's abundant, nigh unkillable, and easy to identify. The designation officinale refers to Dandelion's inclusion in early apothecaries. Its earliest written virtues are in the Tang Bencao, written during the Tang dynasty.
Dandelion has a history in Europe and the United States, where it's used to treat diseases of the liver and GI tract.
Dandelion is a bitter stimulant with diuretic and laxative properties.
Unlike other diuretics, dandelion does its work without depleting potassium in the body. This is due to the potassium richness of dandelion itself.
Type 2 Diabetes & Dandelion
Diabetes is an endocrine disorder. It primarily affects the pancreas, an organ in the digestive system found in the upper abdomen. The pancreas produces the hormones to control blood sugar, including insulin, glucagon, peptides, and somatostatin. It also makes enzymes essential to the digestion of food.
Diabetes has many risk factors and symptoms, but all types of diabetes involve insulin.
Type 2 Diabetes is characterized by the pancreas no longer making enough insulin to process sugar in one's diet. This can cause disruptions throughout the body, with notable impacts on the heart, liver, and eyes.
Wirngo et. al published "The Physiological Effects of Dandelion (Taraxacum Officinale) in Type 2 Diabetes" in 2016. There they attribute Dandelion's anti-diabetic properties to its "bioactive chemical components." These include "chicoric acid, taraxasterol (TS), chlorogenic acid, and sesquiterpene lactones," they write.
Wirngo et. al. assert that herbal medicine and other traditional medicines have "demonstrated potential to alleviate diabetic symptoms, enable recovery, and improve health." Dandelion does this by fighting inflammation, which can harm tissues throughout the body.
Dandelion's bitter taste is due to "sesquiterpene lactones." These include "taraxacolide, dihydro-lactucin, ixerin D, taraxinic acids, phenyl propanoids, and ainslioside." These constituents have have anti-inflammatory properties. Dandelion's foundational action as a bitter facilitates proper digestion.
Dandelion is so rich with CGA that it is a viable alternative to proprietary antioxidants. CGA itself is anti-diabetic, and it's best in it's natural form according to Wirngo. It also contains high levels of CRA, which combined with other inulin rich herbs such as Burdock Root and Chicory, helps people metabolize fats better.
When we metabolize fats better, it can decrease our cholesterol. CRA can also make us produce more bile, which breaks down fat and helps flush waste from our livers. CRA is also a strong anti-diabetic.
Bile breaks fat down into fatty acids. Fatty acids provide our bodies with a source of energy. Their presence also impacts the body's response to hormones, including insulin.
In fact, the way our bodies work with fatty acids can be very important for individuals with diabetes. This is because many people with type 2 diabetes have insulin resistance. Their bodies may not be able to store fatty acid as easily.
As a result, these fatty acids may deposit in the liver. This can cause Non-Alcoholic Fatty Liver disease, which allopathic doctors cannot treat well. They generally just tell patients to lose weight and lower their cholesterol. (Ask me how I know lol.)
According to Sears and Perry, "90 % of obese type-2 diabetic patients have NAFLD." Even people without diabetes are likely to have NAFLD though, due to poor nutritional options in the United States. They go on to note that researchers expect 50% of Americans to have NAFLD by 2030.
Dandelion is a beautiful medicine for people in this position because it supports the liver and helps lower cholesterol. It does this while also stimulating the metabolism, and aiding digestion. It's highly anti-oxidant and anti-carcinogenic. Dandelion root is also among the vegetables highest in beta-carotene. Beta-carotene becomes Vitamin A in the body.
Vitamin A improves eye function, helps the immune system and keeps our skin healthy. This is essential for people with diabetes, because they are prone to complications with all three, many of them serious.
Dandelion has the potential to ease symptoms of diabetes at low cost.
Specifically, it can lower the cholesterol, which is a major risk factor for the heart and liver complications of type 2 diabetes. This is essential because 80% of people with diabetes live in countries without high incomes.
As Chen et. al report in their article "Income-related inequalities in diagnosed diabetes prevalence among US adults, 2001−2018" the " burden of diabetes falls disproportionately on low-income populations."
In the United States, the people experiencing the strongest correlation between poverty and diabetes are Black and Latina women between the ages of 45-65.
These are the people who have the most to gain from dandelion medicine. It's free in most cases, can be cultivated even in small spaces, and it's cheap. It's identifiable even by children, and abundant nearly everywhere.
Dandelion reduces blood sugar through its caffeic, chicoric, and chlorogenic acid components. It also "effects glucose uptake directly and indirectly" through its "alkaloids, glycosides, amino acids, terpenoids, inorganic ions, steroids, carbohydrates, and galactomannan gum" components.
Importantly, Dandelion has extremely low toxicity.
Dandelion Vinegar
Many diabetics avoid alcohol. If you're not into alcohol, try this vinegar!
Ingredients:
- Fresh dandelion tops
- Fresh dandelion leaves
- Dried dandelion roots
- Apple Cider Vinegar (with the mother, if you can get your hands on some)
Directions
1. Clean a glass jar of your choice
2. Sterilize the jar with boiling water.
3. Let the jar dry
4. Wash your fresh ingredients so that they are completely free of dirt and bugs.
5. Grind all ingredients down as fine as you can using a clean coffee grinder, clean blender, or a mortar and pestle.
6. Fill cleaned and sterilized jar up halfway with Dandelion parts.
7. Cover Dandelion parts with vinegar, then fill jar up to 1/2-3/4inch from the top with vinegar.
8. Stir and release any air bubbles
9. Top with a plastic cap. If you have no plastic caps, use parchment paper between the metal of the jar top and the rim of the glass jar.
Works Cited
The Role and Anatomy of the Pancreas. Animated Pancreas Patient. Youtube. September 6, 2013. Accessed January 26, 2024. 
Article Source: Income-related inequalities in diagnosed diabetes prevalence among US adults, 2001−2018
Chen Y, Zhou X, Bullard KM, Zhang P, Imperatore G, et al. (2023) Income-related inequalities in diagnosed diabetes prevalence among US adults, 2001−2018. PLOS ONE 18(4): e0283450. https://doi.org/10.1371/journal.pone.0283450
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Seo SW, Koo HN, An HJ, Kwon KB, Lim BC, Seo EA, Ryu DG, Moon G, Kim HY, Kim HM, Hong SH. Taraxacum officinale protects against cholecystokinin-induced acute pancreatitis in rats. World J Gastroenterol. 2005 Jan 28;11(4):597-9. doi: 10.3748/wjg.v11.i4.597. PMID: 15641154; PMCID: PMC4250819.
Suo C, Polanski K, Dann E, Lindeboom RGH, Vilarrasa-Blasi R, Vento-Tormo R, Haniffa M, Meyer KB, Dratva LM, Tuong ZK, Clatworthy MR, Teichmann SA. Dandelion uses the single-cell adaptive immune receptor repertoire to explore lymphocyte developmental origins. Nat Biotechnol. 2024 Jan;42(1):40-51. doi: 10.1038/s41587-023-01734-7. Epub 2023 Apr 13. PMID: 37055623; PMCID: PMC10791579.
Wirngo FE, Lambert MN, Jeppesen PB. The Physiological Effects of Dandelion (Taraxacum Officinale) in Type 2 Diabetes. Rev Diabet Stud. 2016 Summer-Fall;13(2-3):113-131. doi: 10.1900/RDS.2016.13.113. Epub 2016 Aug 10. PMID: 28012278; PMCID: PMC5553762.
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I am an adult (under 25). Any pronouns except it/its.
Victim of SRA/CRA, Sex trafficking/CSA, TBMC/programming, neglect, forced perpetration. Trigger warning for all of these on this blog.
I am severely disordered and extremely blunt. I have internalised my abusers' beliefs very heavily and they will show on this blog however I do not harm others as monitored by my vast support system.
I am medicated and in therapy. I focus heavily on my recovery.
MINORS, PRO ED/SH, NSFW BLOGS, RADQUEER DNI! I block very libarally even if you're not on this list, no one will annoy me in my own blog.
I am transgender and queer - labels tend to vary based on alter.
I alternate between I/we, system/pwDID, and alter/part language. Never refer to us as headmates, you&, plural or multiple.
I am medium support needs autistic with C-DID, GAD, MDD, and CPTSD which are all professionally diagnosed. I suspect OSPD with NPD, HPD, PPD, BPD traits. I have several physical disorders as well. I am disabled and have a caretaker.
I am neutral on majority of discourse including system, ship and queer discourse. I am pro educated self diagnosis and I support paraphiles who are anti contact.
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4, 10, 30, 37, and 45 for the writers' questions!
4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?
answered!
10. How do you decide what to write?
I used to reliably write one fic per month, and that was decided by whatever idea nugget had captivated my brain most recently.
ever since I’ve broken into the landscape of ao3 exchanges, it’s decided by recent exchanges I might’ve signed up for or exquisite requests that have caught my eye.
30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?
glib answer: fluff is out of my comfort zone. anything calling for an unqualified uncomplicated happy ending… leads to me gnashing the end of an imaginary pencil going “but why is this so hard???” there’s no honour with fluff and no lessons learned, I just bounce at the earliest opportunity back to gestating dark wretched bonbons.
realistic answer: m/m. I used to have a disease called “I can only write fic from women or non-binary people or men of colour’s povs” (I don’t relate to people who think writing women is revulsively political because MEN who are the default in their societies fill that role for me instead and women are my comfort zone) and m/m was a huge leap… but it’ll get easier with practice, is what I tell myself! it has gotten easier.
37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?
I don’t think it’s underrated when you put the fandom into context, but I’m going to discuss the lightness of a foreign sky a second time [drumroll], specifically epigraphs/poetry, because I like the choice of poem I picked and more broadly the poet I looked up:
while looking for epigraphs/poems to crib titles from I rediscovered Alfian sa’at’s poetry. The Merlion, which the fic title is paraphrased from, is a nice wry ode to the diffusion of identity and rootlessness that doesn't side with the subject of that (privileged) rootlessness, exactly, but does do a nod to loss from the unsaid weathering of their sense of self. all of which I thought was somewhat fitting considering the OG book's subject matter, and so decided to put into conversation with it through my fic.
that aside, it's just a poem that manages to be irreverent and thoughtfully witty (the contemporary Chernobyl reference!) while staying lyrical:
"I wish it had paws," you said, "It's quite grotesque the way it is, you know, limbless; can you imagine it writhing in the water, like some post-Chernobyl nightmare? I mean, how does it move? Like a torpedo? Or does it shoulder itself against the currents, gnashing with frustration, its furious mane bleached the colour of a drowned sun? [...] What a riddle, this lesser brother of the Sphinx. What sibling polarity, how its sister's lips are sealed with self-knowledge and how its own jaws clamp open in self-doubt, still surprised after all these years."
the common online consensus among singaporeans (that I've observed, anyway) is that Crazy Rich Asians has gotten mixed receptions given its wild embellishments and setting inaccuracies (wrt the everyday lives of most of the singaporean populace, lol, not counting expat enclaves) -- and i think something like Alfian Sa'at's Void Deck is a great antidote to CRA's fictive luxury:
And old folks sit like sages To deploy chess pieces with ancient strategies. In a corner, a caged bird bursts With the song of its master's pride And wrinkled women breathe, through Tai-chi-tuned windpipes, the operatic melody of the air… All a wanton fantasy. Eyes reveal a meeting-point For loners and loiterers: A sense of things reduced- Conversations that trickle through Brief noddings at lift landings, Teenage rhetoric scrawled, in liquid paper, On the stone-table chessboard, (Where the king used to sit) The grandiose house-selling dreams of residents Compacted in anonymous letterboxes;
so: if I like something about this fic, I hope it's some sort of groundedness in... emotion, setting texture, and all that jazz.
45. What’s something you’ve improved on since you started writing fic?
answered—but I like to think (hope) that I’m better at writing lines that feel like an emotional gut punch or sharp insight, and including them in every other paragraph in fic so that the reader feels either like they’ve been walloped or sanctified (or left thinking "wtf? I'm never going to trust this person again") by the end.
(fic writer asks)
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badassbutterfly1987 · 6 months
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Cras Es Noster drinking game
A drinking game (or just keep a tally for non-drinkers) while reading.
Take a drink when...
Lucian does something impulsive and/or stupid
Lucian or Galatea reflect on how the other is being a disappointment
Glaucus is an awful father and contributes to his relatives' personal issues
ironic foreshadowing to Lord Raith and canon
Lucian's inner monologue reveals he has a heart and actually cares about someone; double drink if he immediately does or says something hurtful to them
Lucian goes into parental mode with a younger relative
there's a mythological reference (hint: names)
WC character is casually dehumanizing the mortals around them
Lucian and Quintus get into a petty argument; double drink if it escalates into violence
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roseartsandfics · 9 months
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ShadowSilver (UT and DR) Reference (Box Form)
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Here are the references of my OC from the Undertale/Deltarune universe in the box form before the EX and Neo form (the NEO form of her isn't drawn yet, but it will be soon) ^^
Bio in DA (since it's too much in Tumblr): https://www.deviantart.com/princessrosearts/art/ShadowSilver-UT-and-DR-Reference-Box-Form-970297650
What y'all think?
Undertale and Deltarune ©Toby Fox
ShadowSilver and artwork ©SuperShadowSilver
No copyright infringement is intended
Used: regular basic pencil, Crayola colored pencils and silly scented pencils and Cra-Z-Art colored pencils
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tks-0u0 · 1 year
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【JP↔EG】Decepticons
For overseas comrades, I will post the Japanese version of the character name.  
I will also post nicknames and abbreviations in Japan.
I hope I can be of some help.
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★Destron=デストロン(デ軍)
This name is mainly used in G1~2 in Japan.
G1~2 are mainly called 初代(shodai) in Japan.
★Decepticons=ディセプティコン(D軍) or ディセップ(Decep)
★Megatron=メガトロン
In Japan, he is loved as the "Ideal Boss(理想の上司)"  "Eco great emperor(エコ大帝)" " Great emperor of Mercy(慈愛大帝)" .
Praise when you praise, scold when you scold. He forgives betrayal with a small punishment. A lot of natural energy is used for energy refining. From such an act, it is called so in Japan.
Also known as Lord Mega (メガ様-mega sama).
★Starscream=スタースクリーム
He is a popular character in Japan and is loved very much. Fans refer to his habitual underhanded behavior as "new leader disease(ニューリーダー病)" .
Nickname is stsc (or stsk)(スタスク-sutasuku).
Prime's he is called P-sta(Pスタ-pisuta).
★Thundrcracker=サンダークラッカー
Nickname is tc(サンクラ-sannkura).
★Skywarp=スカイワープ
Nickname is skw(スカワ-sukawa).
★Soundwave=サウンドウェーブ
I like him the most, so it will be long and detailed.
There may not be much of a difference between soundwaves overseas and Japan. He is called a sly, insidious, and dark-hearted guy.
However, due to the fact that he has subordinates with small bodies, he is often treated as a father or mother.
In addition, there are many fans who draw a side without motor nerves with the theme of Tech Spec Speed 2.
Due to the overworked Japanese sensibility, he is often interpreted as having a workaholic side because he is always working.
In Japan, it is called sw(音波-onpa) in kanji notation.It's a little confusing because the nickname is different depending on the work.
G1~2=音波(It's usually called sound waves in every piece of work.)、Headmaster=音撃波-ongekiha、TF: Cybertron=GF音波、movie=メルメル(It comes from Mercedes.merumeru.)、prime=ぽんぱ(P+音波(ponpa))、SG=白音波...etc
★Shockwave=ショックウェーブ
It's a character I like as much as Soundwave, so it's going to be long again.
His name is different in Japan and overseas, so be careful. In Japan, mainly G1~2, he is called Laserwave(光波-kouha). Other than that, it's called Shockwave(衝撃波-shougekiha) or Shocky(ショッキー), just like overseas.
Because he waited for his return for 4 million years, he is also called an House-sitting staff officer (お留守番参謀).
Japan's Laserwave is set as a loyal retainer of Megatron. That's why the Japanese illustrator draws a G1  Laserwave with a gentle atmosphere. Overseas, I am considered an ambitious person, so I think some people may have wondered.Japan's G1 Shockwave (Laserwave) is a loyal servant, a good man who has waited four million years for his master's return. Because of his personality and these things, in Japan he is regarded as the mother of the Decepticons, or the person with common sense, or the only conscience.
His chest parts seem to be a hot topic among some of his comrades overseas, but it's the same in Japan. There is romance in his chest. Often compared to Soundwave's small breasts.
Furthermore, Megatron said to Starscream who always betrayed him. Laserwave is the ideal warrior! Brave, loyal, humble!
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TF names are often made up of two words. In Japan, the first two sounds of the word are often used in combination.
for example…
Star Scream=sta sc=ス(su)タ(ta)ス(su)ク(ku)
Thunder Cracker=thun cra=サ(sa)ン(nn)ク(ku)ラ(ra)
There are exceptions such as Soundwave and Shockwave, but this rule tends to be strong.
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Just as I have trouble searching in English, I think you may have trouble searching in Japanese.I'd like to post again if I have time, but if you have any questions, feel free to ask.  I will answer what I can answer.  To my friends across the sea.
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