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DBD Favorite Food HC:

Survivors

Dwight Fairfield

Cheese Pizza.

No more no less.

Thinks pepperoni is “too spicy.”

Pizza What! Had 25% lifetime employee discount.

Meg Thomas

Doesn’t particularly care about her diet as much due to her active lifestyle.

Probably needs more calories than the average person because she’s always on the move.

A good hearty veggie burger is enough for Meg.

Claudette Morel

Ham and Cheese Sandwich.

No crust, untoasted, on white bread.

Toasted bread makes her teeth hurt.

Cut into triangles for maximum efficiency.

Jake Park

In the ~lore~ he is shown to have affinity for Korean Barbecue Ribs.

Really enjoys smoked meats and canned veggies

Canned Artichokes. Boom.

Nea Karlson

Energy drinks.

Probably consumed with some rock candy for extra ✨sizzle✨.

Has attempted to down a can and crush it with her forehead (failed)

Laurie Stroade

Apple pie.

Something all American and sweet.

A nice dollop of vanilla ice cream too please!

Ace Visconti

Would probably tell you some fancy name that makes you feel broke.

More likely a home cooked meal by his Mom

Thinks that high rollers shouldn’t be associated with low class dishes of a foreign country.

I’ll go with Alfajores. Especially the ones dipped with a little chocolate.

William “Bill” Overbeck

Tv dinner with a cold beer

Preferably a Salisbury steak one 🔥🔥🔥

Over boiled canned peas with a slice of buttered bread ain’t bad either.

Feng Min

Candy and chips seems too obvious yknow?

~Lore~ also mentions her being an alcoholic but that’s not really a “favorite” is it?

Probably sponsored a limited edition soft drink that she really liked.

David King

Toad in the hole.

“Classic British “cuisine””

Surprisingly not a fan of a good chippy

Too much oil for his diet

Quentin Smith

Yknow those hard candies in strawberry wrapping old people give on Halloween?

Those

Those 💯

Especially ones with little soft center

David Tapp

Chinese food.

Crab Rangoons was always his go too.

Especially slathered in duck sauce. (Sweet and sour)

Kate Denson

Sun flower seeds.

Perfect snack for wildness jam seshs.

Would be trail mix if she didn’t only eat the chocolate.

Adam Francis

Connivence store meals

Have you see the pre-made meal game in Japan?

~Lore~ mentions that he enjoyed spending his weekends at high end restaurants too.

Big fan of Japanese food.

Jeffery “Jeff” Johansen

Pancakes. Maybe with some blueberry if he’s feeling fancy.

Nice slab of butter in between each layer.

Likes the syrup to soak into a the pancakes for a bit.

Beard definitely catches the sticky crumbs.

Jane Romero

Grilled Chicken and Beet Salad.

Sprinkle some walnuts and goat cheese for extra yummy flavor.

Probably enjoyed with a tasty raspberry or apple vinaigrette.

Ashley J. Williams

Edibles.

Relax kid! He’s just joshing ya’!

Cow tails are pretty groovy.

But he wouldn’t say no to a few special brownies.

Nancy Wheeler

She looks boring as hell

Vanilla ice cream with cherry shell.

Not that flavorful but sweet enough it’s a treat.

Steve Harrington

Root beer float.

Mid tbh.

Enjoys the idea of sharing it with someone via two straws at a sleepy diner.

Yui Kimura

Street food.

Takoyaki to be specific.

Her gang spent a lot of time muscling about in the narrow streets of Tokyo. Easy access to cheap and piping hot food.

Likes eating with her hands.

Zarina Kassir

Felt like she wasn’t as appreciative of her “foreign” lunches as she could’ve been as a kid.

Makes an effort to recreate her childhood meals but lacks the “mom touch.”

Always on the move for the next big story, this film maker enjoys celery and carrots.

Cheryl Mason

Dry Cereal.

Just something to pick at through out the day.

Not too sweet either. Something whole grain works for her.

Felix Richter

Heavily salted potato salad.

Boil some proses till tender, throw in some mayo, lemon juice, parsley, dash of sugar, salt ‘n pepper and you, my friend, have got it ON 🔥🔥🔥

The side dish you’re forced to try but end up digging.

Élodie Rakoto

Hachis Parmentier. Served with a cucumber salad.

“Classic French “cuisine.””

About as tasty as you would expect.

Easy to prepare and easy to eat. (Kinda)

Yun- Jin Lee

Fancy foods for the fancy lady.

Western food has a soft spot in her cold, unfeeling heart.

Mushroom risotto and seared scallops.

Jill Valentine

BLT hold the mayo.

Wavy chips make a good side.

Maintains a firm diet.

Leon S. Kennedy

I raise you one: Ham, Cheese, Egg croissant.

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner all in one.

And available at many fast food places.

Had one with a runny egg yoke and - lord.

Mikaela Reid

Lavender Matcha Boba.

Her tastes buds soared.

Too bad it was a limited time promotional item.

Jonah Vasquez

Caesar Salad Wrap with Ranch.

Maybe with a small lil fruit cup.

Overall very healthy 👍.

Yoichi Asakawa

Hamburg with cheese.

I don’t really know a lot about him tbh.

Seems like he has a well balanced diet.

Probably eats it with a cabbage garnish.

Haddie Kaur

Eggs.

Fried eggs served over spiced watermelon rinds are 👌.

Can’t go wrong with an eggs and cheese.

Ada Wong

I can’t really imagine her eating??

My mind says she probably collects antique wine but I can’t really picture her drinking either.

I’ll go with mussoli.

Rebecca Chambers

Macarons!

Expensive? Yes. Shareable? Also yes!

“Oh! Those look just like a smiling hamburger!”

Vittorio Toscano

Cheese and bread.

Maybe- MAYBE a little watered down wine.

Not like a charcuterie board. More Skyrim “going ham on a wheel of cheese and bread”.

Thalita Lyra

Grilled Pineapple.

Dusted with some brown sugar and grilled on an open flame is 🤤.

Likes it tender. Undercooked, firm pineapple makes her sad.

Renato Lyra

Rice. Rice never changes.

Goes well with cheesy stroganoff.

Wash it down with a fizzy drink.

Probably doesn’t eat much else tbh. Classic ‘Tism 😎

Gabriel Soma

Due to his memories being fake it’s hard to tell if he actually likes the food or just THINKS he likes it.

Probably likes hotdogs.

His Mom would always get him some to nom on during baseball game.

Hates pork hotdogs.

Nic Cage

Apparently is irl favorites are KFC and champagne.

Sounds about right.

Seems like a memer and would get a baja blast if his kids suggested it.

Ellen Ripely

Freeze dried ice cream sandwiches.

Or crackers.

Likes the crunch and long shelf life both can provide.

Alan Wake

Scrambled eggs, buttered toast, and black coffee.

You ever such a rough morning you gotta process what’s on your plate for 10 minutes?

Likes his eggs salty.

Sable Ward

DIY spooky treats!

“Mummy Dogs” are croissant wrapped hotdogs and “candied eyeballs” are tangulu grapes.

Probably had an edgy phase of “only liking black coffee.”

“How can you even enjoy the natural taste of coffee with all that sugar and milk??”

Killers:

Evan McMillian

Boiled Dinner.

Throw some cabbage, pastrami, and bacon in bag with some seasonings.

(Read: salt and pepper).

Delicious for 1800 palettes.

Phillip Ojomo

Canned beans.

Eating them straight from the can hit different after a long day of crushing cars.

Knows how to open any can with a spoon alone.

Max Thompson Jr

Biscuits and Gravy.

Was usually served the slop version as a kid.

Tries to re-create it a bit more “not bad”.

Sally Smithson

Johnny cakes.

Probably also likes food with not okay names.

Like “Injun Bread” 🫤.

Micheal Myers

Chips and Cola.

Eats more to survive than for comfort.

A lot of victims tend to be teenagers relaxing on Halloween with an assortment of junk food goodies.

Chips in bowl and a half empty cup of cola are very tasty snacks when he’s on the move.

Lisa Sherwood

I’m not sure if it’s ever explicitly said but I head-cannon her as being from New Orleans.

Craw fish is tried and true banger.

Even in her “Hag” form, she enjoys slurping them up raw.

Herman Carter

Black Coffee.

Wakes up early to enjoy some time alone with his mug.

Maybe dips a crostini in.

Anna

Bear.

Anna likes her food in a very particular way, almost OCD with her eating habits.

Refuses to eat until she “earns” the right to eat.

Bear is the perfect challenge.

Bubba Sawyer

Chili.

Add a dollop of cheddar jack cheese on top for a pop of color.

Likes dipping bread into it.

No spoon required.

Freddy Krueger

Apple slices.

A nice juicy apple was refreshing on a hot summers day working in the garden.

Now, the juices sting his skin.

Amanda Young

Fast food.

If you ever worked the morning shift at a fast food place yknow the crack heads be jonesing out in the corner booth.

Post Recovery, I think greasy fast food helps settle her stomach.

Jeffery Hawk

Corn dogs if he’s mad, cotton candy if he’s sad.

Or both if you wanna meet an early grave.

Either way, eats way too much for his body to properly digest and often is constipated.

Rin Yamaoka

Natto.

Sticky fermented beans beloved by Japan.

Kinda icky but it’s a staple there.

Frank, Julie, Susie, Joey

Frank likes hot chocolate.

Julie likes loaded fries.

Susie likes sprinkles.

Joey likes red slushies.

Adris

Mutton and dates.

A holy meal for a holy woman.

Not too sure if the Babylonians had honey ( I think they did) she’d probably slather it on.

Danny Johnson

French fries.

Perfect finger food while typing up the next big story.

Tries dipping it in the blood of his victims to be “edgy.”

Decided against it as it could implement him to the crimes (credit card, receipts, DNA etc).

Demogorgan

Enjoys nibbling on plants.

More of a sensory thing than taste.

They tickle all the right places in its mouth.

Kazan Yamaoka

Pickled Veggies

Great for traveling and very nutritious .

Probably would be a meat dish but I’d imagine he was very disciplined with his diet.

Caleb Quinn

Lambs Fry.

Also likes snacking on bar peanuts.

His favorite part is the eye ball.

Pyramid Head

I don’t think he can eat.

Doesn’t he have a tongue??

Likes flicking it over the inside of his helmet.

Likes the metallic taste of rust.

Talbot Grimes

Haggis.

“Classic Scottish “cuisine””.

Would cry eating it as child.

Also likes hibiscus tea for the anti oxidants ☝️.

Charlotte and Victor Deshayes

Food was hard to come by growing up.

Survived off of scraps.

One time they were lucky to come across very tasty meat.

Their mom said it was “honeyed” whatever that meant.

Ji-woon Hak

Champagne.

Definitely pours it over himself to watch it stream through his abs.

Enjoys dropping a fruit in to dive after.

Nemesis T-Type

Nemesis is technically a meat suit being piloted by a parasite (that’s what his tentacle thing is.)

Kinda feeds off the body it’s piloting.

Like a fungi to a tree (which is bananas, look it up.)

Elliot Spencer

Scabs.

Especially likes the thicker variety that peel clean off.

Bonus points if it’s has that soft, goey white stuff in it.

Carmina Mora

Caldino de congrio.

Hot as fuck.

Eel hits different.

Sadako Yamamura

Rice.

Nothing special.

A plain bowl of rice lightly salted is a good meal in itself.

Maybe a peice of unseasoned fish.

Dredge

Fingernails.

Enjoys chewing on its “hands” and hearing that sweet, sweet crunch.

Sometimes chews on the fingernails of deceased survivors to see if it can taste what they’ve previously eaten.

Albert Wesker

Sultans Delight.

A creamy eggplant mixture topped with some braised lamb.

Doesn’t really take the time to enjoy it.

Give him 7 minutes tops.

Tarhos Kovács

Preserved fish.

The extremely salted filets cook up real quick for a tasty dish.

Was always a treat when he found a barrel of them in his raids.

Adrianna Imai

Guarana.

Enjoys it especially as a mixer.

Her mini fridge is always stocked with some.

HUX-A7-13

“Eating” is an organic thing.

No thanks.

Does have a favorite type of electricity.

Enjoys the smell of carbon.

Xenomorph

Human.

As an apex predators, Aliens enjoy killing everything that catches their eye.

I imagine our Alien in particular developed a taste for human flesh.

Charles Lee Ray

Swedish Meatballs.

Some meatballs are better than others.

But they like, gotta be seasoned super well. Not like a dash of Italian herbs and you call it day.

Unknown

Bone marrow.

Likes to suck them out of chicken bones.

Or human bones.

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serpentmythos · 4 months

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Do you have an oc or a bit of your writing you’ve been thinking about or wanting to talk about lately?

WHY YES I DO, THANK YOU. HAVE MY DEMON SLAYER OC:

Xiaolan Matsunade was born in the Yoshiwara district to a courtesan of the Kyogoku House and one of her many clients. Her mother passed away shortly after birth, and she has no knowledge of her father. She was raised by the courtesans and elderly manager of the Kyogoku House, referring to the courtesans as her sisters and the manager as "Grannie'. While growing up, she was trained in a variety of classic entertainment arts like dancing, reciting poetry, and playing the shamisen. However, her favorite thing to do is perform the traditional tea ceremony for her sister's clients.

Xiaolan is a kind and soft spoken young woman, who's years of being raised in the red lantern district taught her to be hyperaware of her surroundings. Shockingly perceptive, she's stolen potential client's hearts with the way she would cater to their whims while her sisters worked, bringing snacks, refreshments/alcohol, paper and ink stones, whatever the men may need in that moment without being told. A twitch of a finger, curl of the lips, a stolen glance at an object, Xiaolan has learned to interpret each one with startling accuracy. Despite her skills, she had yet to service a client in the brothel herself, instead acting as a lady-in-waiting to the oiran there.

Xiaolan took after her mother in terms of looks, sharing the woman's deep violet eyes, fair complexion, and balanced, just-curvy-enough figure developing as she grows up. However, she has her father's indigo black hair, which she normally keeps styled in a loose bun. Regardless of style, her hair is almost always held in place by her mother's favorite accessory, a long silver hairpin accented with a blue crystal butterfly charm.

Following the battle with Daki and Gyuutaro in Yoshiwara, Xiaolan joined the Demon Hunters as part of the Kakushi, hoping to one day meet the Demon Slayers who helped save her adopted family, and the people of Yoshiwara.

And a 3am shower thought that has consumed my brain:

Xiaolan meeting Inosuke when he's disguised as an oiran, fully believing him to be a girl at the time given his more effeminate facial features. Of course, this pisses him off, but for the sake of the mission, he can't blow his cover. So Xiaolan treats him as any girl would treat her friends. They talk and spend time together helping around the brothel, maybe Inosuke coming to "tolerate" (we all know he'd never admit to liking something outside of fighting and food) her hanging out with him.

One night, Xiaolan wakes Inosuke up to ask if he wants to join her in sneaking out of the brothel to visit a night market taking place outside of the walls of the Yoshiwara District. They sneak out, and Inosuke actually enjoys himself, eating tasty street food and watching Xiaolan swindle free trinkets by flirting with any young men manning the stalls. They come to a perfume stall, and the owner tries to sell some to the two "girls". Xiaolan is torn between two scents and asks Inosuke to pick between the two of them for her. Whichever one he picks is the one she gets. But wait, shit, she's too short on coinage, and the stall owner doesn't fall for her flirtations. After a few seconds and seeing Xiaolan's disappointed expression, being the King of No Impulse Control, Inosuke just yoinks the little pot with the perfumed oil in it and fucking BOOKS it, yelling for Xiaolan to run. They spend the rest of the night ducking in and out of the rows of vendors, hiding from the perfume stall owner and the night market guards before sneaking back into the brothel just before sunrise. He gives her the perfume, and she surprises him with a small wooden carving of a boar she got from one of the vendors, as a thank you for nabbing the solid perfume for her.

This all happens before the battle with Daki. Xiaolan makes it out of the chaos safely, but she never saw Inosuke again. She was heartbroken, looking for him afterward. He wasn't with the line up of bodies following the demon battle, so Xiaolan fully believed her friend was still alive out there somewhere, despite the Kyogoku survivors saying otherwise. "She" had to be alive, "she" was too stubborn and clever to die like that! They never recovered a body, after all, right?!

Eventually, the damage is repaired, and life in the Yoshiwara District returns to normal after a time. That's when she hears rumors from the other courtesans about the Demon Slayer Corp saving everybody that night. Maybe they knew something about her friend, or at the very least they could give her a lead! So she joins the Demon Slayers as a member of the Kakushi, to see if she can figure anything out. Years go by, nobody knows anything, or if they do, they weren't willing to tell her. So eventually, her goal of finding out what happened to Inosuke fades, and she falls into the rhythm of her duties as a Kakushi.

Until one day, almost 10 years after their run through the Night Market, Inosuke is brought in after a mission to be treated at the Butterfly Mansion for injuries he sustained. He wakes up in the usual hospital bed, but something is different this time. There's a faint, but DISTINCTLY FAMILIAR scent filling his nostrils through his mask, forcefully YANKING almost-forgotten memories from his early years in the Demon Slayer Corp back to the forefront of his mind...

Where did he remember this crisp, floral, and woody scent from? A scent so reminiscent of spring on the mountainside... Why was it tugging at his heartstrings, and filling him with such a deep sense of loss and longing for something? No, not something... SomeONE. Finally the muffled sounds of voices outside the room catch his attention, and he grits his teeth against the pain in his limbs as he pulls himself to his feet, aiming to demand whoever was out there if they could smell it, too. Ignoring the cries of the attendants Kiyo, Sumi, and Naho of how he needed to lie back down, to think of how upset Lady Aoi would be if he didn't heal properly! He all but rips open the door to see Shinobu speaking with a Kakushi woman, carrying a wrapped bundle gently in her arms. The Insect Hashira simply gazes up at him with the same soft smile she always wore, but the sudden slamming of the door made the Kakushi woman jump, gazing up at the peircing blue eyes of his mask with her own deep violet ones. Inosuke opening his mouth and then shutting it again as the gears in his head turned over and over again.

The scent was eminating the strongest off of her.

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marryjojo · 3 months

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Can Ducks Eat Sunflower Seeds? Diet Guide Included

Thinking about whether ducks can eat sunflower seeds? It's a common question, and the answer involves a bit of care. Ducks, like us, enjoy treats, and sunflower seeds can be on the menu. But before we start sharing these tiny snacks with our feathered friends, let's explore the facts and find out how to do it right.

Sunflower Seed Portions for Ducks

When it comes to feeding ducks sunflower seeds, moderation is key. While sunflower seeds can offer nutritional benefits to ducks, it's important not to overdo it. A small portion as a treat is ideal, ensuring that it complements their overall diet without causing any imbalance. Consider providing shelled sunflower seeds and, if possible, unsalted ones to promote their well-being. Ducks enjoy the occasional addition of sunflower seeds to their diet, but it's crucial to strike a balance with other nutritious foods to maintain their health and happiness. Always keep fresh water available, and observe your ducks to ensure they are thriving with their varied diet, including the occasional sunflower seed treat. What Part of the Sunflower Can Ducks Eat? Ducks can eat the inner part of the sunflower seed, which is the edible kernel found inside the hard outer shell. The outer shell is tough and difficult for ducks to digest, so it's better to provide them with shelled sunflower seeds. This ensures that ducks can easily consume the nutritious part of the seed without any potential digestive challenges. Offering shelled sunflower seeds as a treat in moderation can be a delightful addition to their diet, providing essential nutrients and contributing to their overall well-being. Always observe your ducks to ensure they are comfortable and thriving with the treats you provide.

Advantages of Feeding Sunflower Seeds to Your Ducks

Feeding sunflower seeds to your ducks can be really good for them! These tiny seeds are packed with important stuff that helps keep your feathered friends healthy. Sunflower seeds have special things like nutrients and fatty acids that make their feathers shiny and help with their eyesight. However, it's super important to give them the seeds in moderation. Too many seeds might not be good, as they have a lot of fat. So, when you share these tasty treats with your ducks, make sure it's just a little part of their overall diet. That way, they can enjoy the benefits without any problems!

Types of Sunflower Seeds to Feed Ducks

When choosing sunflower seeds to feed ducks, opt for varieties that are safe and beneficial for their health. Shelled sunflower seeds without any added salt or seasoning are the best choice. The inner kernels of these seeds are nutritious and can contribute to the well-being of ducks. Avoid providing sunflower seeds with shells, as the tough outer layer can be challenging for ducks to digest. Additionally, unsalted sunflower seeds prevent ducks from consuming excess sodium, promoting a healthier diet. Offering these types of sunflower seeds in moderation as part of a balanced diet ensures that ducks can enjoy the tasty treat without any adverse effects on their health. Always be mindful of the quality and nutritional content of the seeds when treating your feathered friends. Seed Protein Fatty Acids Mineral Carbs Antioxidant Sunflower High yes yes yes yes Pumpkin moderate yes yes yes Yes Flaxseed high yes yes yes yes Chia seeds moderate yes yes yes yes Millet moderate yes yes yes yes Quinoa high yes yes yes yes

What Other seeds You can Feed to Ducks

You can feed a variety of seeds to ducks as part of their diet. Some safe and suitable options include:

Cracked Corn Pumpkin Seeds Millet Chia Seeds Flaxseeds Quinoa Sesame Seeds Hemp Seeds Barley Wheat Berries Ensure that the seeds are given in moderation and are free from added salt or seasonings. A diverse mix of seeds, along with a balanced diet of grains, vegetables, and appropriate treats, contributes to the overall health and well-being of ducks. Always provide fresh water and monitor their diet to ensure they receive the necessary nutrients.

Caution About Feeding Sunflower Seeds to Ducks

While it can be tempting to share sunflower seeds with ducks, a word of caution is essential. Sunflower seeds, though enjoyed by ducks in moderation, come with a cautionary note. The seeds are high in fat, and excessive consumption may lead to an imbalance in their diet, potentially resulting in health issues such as obesity. Additionally, the hard outer shells of sunflower seeds can pose a choking hazard and digestive challenges for ducks. Therefore, when offering sunflower seeds as a treat, it's crucial to do so sparingly and preferably provide shelled seeds to ensure the safety and well-being of the ducks. Always be mindful of their overall diet and observe their health to make informed decisions about treats and snacks.

Conclusion

So, in the world of ducks and sunflower seeds, the key is balance. Yes, ducks can eat sunflower seeds, but it's crucial to keep it in moderation. Just a little treat now and then can make their day without causing any problems. Remember, a happy duck is a healthy duck. So, go ahead, share those sunflower seeds, and enjoy watching your feathered buddies delight in this occasional snack!

FAQs

What seeds are safe for ducks? Ducks can safely consume a variety of seeds, including but not limited to sunflower seeds, cracked corn, and pumpkin seeds. It's essential to offer them in moderation as part of a balanced diet. Can ducks have sunflower seeds with shells? Ducks should be given sunflower seeds without shells. While ducks can eat the inner seed, the hard outer shell can be challenging for them to digest. What is the best thing to feed ducks? The best diet for ducks includes a mix of nutritious elements. Suitable options include duck pellets, grains, vegetables like lettuce and peas, and occasional treats such as mealworms. Always provide fresh water. What can ducks eat nuts? Ducks can eat certain nuts in moderation. Safe options include unsalted peanuts, chopped into smaller pieces. However, it's crucial to avoid giving them nuts with added salt or seasoning. Can I feed ducks rice? While uncooked and plain rice is generally safe for ducks, it's better to offer them more nutritious options. Cooked rice can expand in their stomachs, posing potential health risks. Opting for healthier alternatives is recommended. What foods can ducks not eat? Ducks should avoid certain foods, including bread, salty snacks, sugary treats, and anything processed. These items can lead to nutritional imbalances, obesity, and various health issues in ducks. Read the full article

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rabbitcruiser · 4 months

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National Peking Duck Day

Juicy, succulent, and bursting with flavor, Peking duck is a mouth-watering Chinese dish that will tantalize your taste buds.

Many people find roast duck to be a dish that is delicious but often saved for a special occasion. But what kind of occasion could be any more special for eating roast duck than celebrating National Peking Duck Day?

Take some time on this National Peking Duck Day to learn about, celebrate and enjoy everything that has to do with this delicious dish that hails from China!

History of National Peking Duck Day

Very few culinary dishes can claim as long an ancient history as Peking duck. Dating back as long as 700 years, this dish has a rich history that comes from the Northern parts of China and it is specifically named after the city of Beijing.

The first printed recipe for Peking duck can be traced back to the year 1330 when a rather complicated recipe called for roasting the duck inside of the stomach of a sheep.

In modern times, Peking duck has continued to evolve in style and the way that it is cooked. Most notably, the dish has changed from being cooked in a closed oven to cooking the ducks by hanging them in an open oven.

Peking duck is often sliced into very thin pieces that are served with a pile of thin pancakes. The meat is rolled up into a pancake and then dipped into a sweet sauce. It’s a delicious way to enjoy this tasty treat.

In classic and iconic restaurants in the Chinese city of Beijeng, Peking duck is served as a specialty dish. Some of these restaurants have been around more than 100 years and still are running today. One of these most famous restaurants is the one called Quanjude that has had tons of different famous political guests over the years.

National Peking Duck Day offers a delicious opportunity to celebrate and enjoy the hundreds of years of history that come along with this dish and the Chinese culture that cultivated it.

National Peking Duck Day Timeline

500 BC

Duck is roasted in China

As a predecessor to Peking duck, ducks are roasted over open fires in the Northern and Southern dynasties of China.

1330 AD

First recipe for Peking duck

Written in the book, Yinshan Zhengyao (The Proper and Essential Things for the Emperor’s Food and Drink), an early recipe for Peking Duck appears.

1416

Bian Yi Fang restaurant serves Peking duck

This restaurant in Beijing is one of the first to start serving Peking duck on their menu.

1860

New style of cooking Peking duck

After traditionally cooking Peking duck in a closed oven (menlu), a new style of hanging the birds inside an open oven (gualu) begins.

1864

Quanjude restaurant opens in Beijing

Peking duck becomes famous at this restaurant and has even been credited with positive relationships between US and Chinese governments.

How to Celebrate National Peking Duck Day

Culinary days are some of the most delightful and fun days to celebrate because they always come with delicious and tasty endeavors. Consider some of these amazing ideas for getting involved with National Peking Duck Day:

Enjoy Peking Duck

In honor of National Peking Duck Day, the clearest way to get started is to head out to a favorite Chinese or Asian style restaurant with some taste buds that are ready to celebrate! Order some Peking Duck from the menu, complete with pancakes to roll the thin slices of poultry into. Then, dip it into the special sweet sauce and get ready for a flavor explosion!

Learn Some Fun Facts About Peking Duck

Raise awareness and spread the word about National Peking Duck Day by letting others know about it. One delightful way to do that is by memorizing and sharing fun facts with family members, friends and coworkers.

Get started with some of these bits of trivia that are related to National Peking Duck Day:

Peking duck is named after the wrong city Although Peking duck is named after the city of Beijing (another name for it has been Peking), the dish’s actual origins come from the then-capital city of Nanjing, which lies hundreds of kilometers to the south of Beijing.

Quanjude restaurant has grown significantly In its more than 150 years of operation, the famous Peking duck restaurant, Quanjude, in Beijing, has expanded and grown so much that it has franchises in places as far away as Australia, Canada and Portugal.

Quanjude has its own Peking Duck Museum Opened in celebration of its 150th anniversary, the Peking duck established the museum which contains all sorts of educational information, golden duck sculptures, art displays depicting the duck roasting process and much more. It also has a picture of US President Richard Nixon eating Peking duck with chopsticks in 1972.

Peking duck takes many steps to prepare There are up to 20 steps in the preparation of the dish, one of which is pumping the bird full of air to separate the skin from the body which, ultimately, makes the skin taste much crisper and more delicious.

Take a Trip to Beijing, China

Follow National Peking Duck Day to the extreme and get the most original experience of Peking duck, by taking a trip to China! Since Beijing is the place that the dish is named after, this capital city in the north would be the perfect place to start the Peking duck adventure.

While there, the first order of business, of course, would be to visit a restaurant and order up the Peking duck. If possible, try heading over to Quanjude’s spot, the famous restaurant that has served Peking duck to famous names such as President George Bush, Richard Nixon and Fidel Castro. In addition to their main location, Quanjude has venues that cater to visitor hot spots all over the city, in the Silk Market and other places.

While in Beijing, consider taking a guided tour, and don’t forget to check out some other amazing sites of this 3,000 year old city, including places like:

Great Wall of China. This section sits just an hour’s drive north of the city and can be experienced with a hike or a gondola during its 12-hour opening time each day.

Beijing Summer Palace. Located in the suburbs of Beijing on the northwest side of the city, this site provides a beautiful oasis that includes a tower, hall, pavilion and gate, plus the impressive largest imperial garden in the entire country.

Imperial Palace (Forbidden City). Also called The Palace Museum, this attraction is situated on the north end of the famous Tiananmen Square and has been a place of wonder and intrigue for more than five centuries.

Nanluoguxiang Neighborhood. Get a feel for the culture of the city by wandering through this incredible neighborhood that boasts boutiques, vendors and market stalls. Of course, this might be a great place to enjoy some tasty Peking Duck!

National Peking Duck Day FAQs

What is Peking duck?

Peking duck is a celebrated dish named after the Chinese city of Beijing (formerly Peking).

How to cook Peking duck?

Peking duck is roasted on a wooden skewer and after the skin of the duck is marinated in white sugar or other flavorful agents.

Where did Peking duck originate?

Peking duck originated in North China in the imperial court during the Yuan dynasty, at least 500 years ago.

How to pronounce Peking duck?

In English, Peking duck may be pronounced “pee-king duhk”.

What does Peking duck taste like?

This dish has a strong, red-meat sort of flavor that is more gamey than chicken. The crispy skin offers a sweet balance.

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animalwiz · 5 months

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How to Choose the Right Dog Treats for Your Furry Friend

When it comes to rewarding your furry friend, choosing the right dog treats is crucial. Treats can be an essential part of your pet's diet, used for training, positive reinforcement, or simply to show your love. However, with so many options available at AnimalWiz.com, selecting the perfect treat for your pet can be a daunting task. In this guide, we'll walk you through the key factors to consider when choosing dog treats, and we'll showcase some fantastic products available at AnimalWiz.com to help you make the best choice.

Size Matters:

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Dietary Needs:

Grain-free: Ideal for dogs with food sensitivities.

Limited ingredients: Great for dogs with allergies.

High protein: Ideal for active dogs.

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Purpose of the Treat:

Training treats: Small, low-calorie options for training sessions.

Dental treats: Promote oral health and fresh breath.

Chew treats: Keep your dog entertained and mentally stimulated.

Product Recommendation: Greenies Teenie Original Dental Dog Chews - These dental chews are not only tasty but also help maintain your dog's oral health.

Ingredients:

Check the ingredient list for high-quality, natural ingredients.

Avoid artificial colors, flavors, and preservatives.

Product Recommendation: Merrick Power Bites Soft & Chewy Dog Treats - Made with real meat as the first ingredient, these treats are a delicious and nutritious choice.

Age and Health Considerations:

Puppies: Select treats suitable for their developing teeth.

Senior dogs: Opt for softer treats that are easy on aging teeth.

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Allergies and Sensitivities:

If your dog has known allergies or sensitivities, choose treats that cater to their specific needs.

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Selecting the right dog treats for your pet is essential for their health and happiness. By considering factors such as size, dietary needs, purpose, ingredients, age, and allergies, you can make an informed choice. Explore the wide range of high-quality dog treats available at AnimalWiz.com to find the perfect treats that will keep your furry friend tail-waggingly happy.

#animalwiz #lovepets #petlovers #petfriendly #petlove #petparents #animals #baby animals #caregiving #dogfriendly #dog treats #treats #doglife

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madmaryholiday · 8 months

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getting better sleep with the CPAP machine has thankfully not stopped my weird-ass dreams.

here's a collection of bizarre shit i dreamt recently:

(content warning for suicide mention, brainwashing, self-harm, general surreal horror.)

my dream self as a teen, going to some kind of summer camp. i had fun, but there was a weird vibe about the place. camp ended early, though, because one of the kids killed himself. staff blamed it on kids bullying him, but it turned out the staff had taken his wheelchair away (idk if it was as a punishment or to try and force him to walk), and the stress and humiliation had become too much.

myself and a friend were called into the admin office while everyone else boarded buses home. a lawyer blandly informed us that we had been accused of slander by the owner of the camp and that he was suing two 14yo children.

a glass-blowing factory near the office catches fire, and rivers of molten glass flood the building. we try to escape, but the lawyer insists we stay in the office. it's on the third floor, so we should be fine, she says. besides, the owner of the camp will be there soon.

what started as watching a sci-fi movie turned into exploring an old labyrinthine mansion. we tried to evade capture by mysterious men in suits and sunglasses.

upon reaching the lobby of the mansion (it was like a cinema lobby with a snack counter along the back wall), we exited into a sunny outdoor gallery. the men followed, so we ducked into a museum nearby.

suddenly, an ear-splitting screech. everyone around us began convulsing. we had earplugs and were able to avoid the worst of the effects, but i could still feel it in my bones. the screech was all around us, and after a bit, we realized it was coming from every speaker and TV in the area.

jump forward, and we're in a bunker under the museum. everyone who was affected by the screech has become brainwashed, all wide smiles and unblinking eyes. only a few lucky ones managed to get away before the brainwashing took hold.

because the brainwashing is triggered by sound, i briefly consider trying to deafen myself so that whatever is doing this can't take me. but earplugs actually work pretty well, so long as you can evade capture, so i shelve the plan for now. it's an unspoken and very valid option should i be captured, though.

we discover that a specific brand and flavor of canned frosting can break people out of the brainwashing, so we dispatch a handful of our sneakiest members to offer tasty treats to victims without being noticed. as people break free, they are brought back to our bunker for counseling and first aid.

whatever is brainwashing people discovers the bunker and mounts an attack. we each carry packets of the frosting with us as an antidote should we be exposed to the screech, and we fight back.

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superpaws478 · 9 months

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Discovering the Delight of Absolute Bites - A Paw-some Pet Treat Experience

Introduction

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Conclusion

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kinkedtailed · 11 months

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Dry food (daily)

Special cat (chicken & turkey) with purified water - for kittens (below 1 year old)

Special cat (chicken & turkey) mixed with Special cat urinary (alt. Vitality catcare) ratio 1:1 - for adults (1 year old and above)

Cuties catz or Nutricare (any flavor will do) - for strays (all life stages)

Other brands to consider

Monello kitten (salmon & chicken)

Monello adult (salmon & chicken)

all cat food are for all life stages (kitten and adult) unless otherwise specified

Cat grass

Seed mountain barley, wheat, and/or oats seeds

Table food (daily)

- cooked meat (chicken, duck, turkey, lamb, pork, beef)

- unsalted egg and yolk

- deboned fish (anchovy, mackerel, salmon) shrimp, and squid

- vegetables (moringa, pumpkin, carrot, cucumber, cabbage)

- seedless fruits (apple, banana, watermelon, strawberry)

- plain rice

Food to avoid (toxic): chocolate, coffee, alcohol, onion, garlic, cherry, orange, grape, raisin, nut, etc. (check list here)

Food topper

Glam furry friends chicken liver (with moringa) sprinkles

Glam furry friends duck meat floss

Wet food (table food alt.)

Monge bwild

- chunks (with veggies) in gravy

- any flavors except buffalo (for large breeds)

- for different life stages

- in pouch (85g)

Monge grill

- chunks in jelly

- for different life stages

- in pouch (85g)

Oasy gravy

- chunks in gravy

- for different life stages

- in pouch (85g)

Oasy mousse

- for different life stages

- best for senior cats

- in can (85g)

Brit premium

- chunks in gravy; fillets in gravy; fillets in jelly

- for different life stages

- in pouch (85g)

Vitakraft poesie

- fillets in sauce; fillets in jelly

- for different life stages

- in pouch and heart tray (both 85g)

Aozi

- chunks in gravy

- for all life stages

- in pouch (85g)

Goodest

- chunks in gravy, pate with chunks, and pate

- for all life stages

- in pouch (85g) and can (200g)

more canned goods...

Sheba

- loaf, fillets, flakes in gravy and jelly

- fave: tuna pumpkin & carrot

- for different life stages

- in pouch (70g) and can (85g)

Signature7

- flakes in gravy only

- also available in pate

- fave: pumpkin and carrot toppings

- for all life stages

- in pouch (50g) and can (70g)

Dentalight tasty+ freshest

- flakes in jelly

- fave: chicken & pumpkin/carrot

- for all life stages

- in can (80g)

Nurture pro longevity

- flakes with fruits and veggies

- for all life stages

- in can (80g)

Cindy's recipe original

- flakes in broth

- base: chicken (not tuna)

- for all life stages

- in can (70g)

Loveabowl

- flakes in broth

- base: chicken (not tuna)

- for all life stages

- in can (70g)

Kit cat complete cuisine

- flakes in broth

- base: chicken (not tuna)

- for all life stages

- in can (150g)

Kit cat deboned

- flakes in broth

- base: chicken (not tuna)

- for all life stages

- in can (80g)

Kit cat gravy

- flakes in gravy

- base: chicken (not tuna)

- for all life stages

- in can (70g)

Kit cat mousse

- best for senior cats

- in can (80g)

Kit cat kitten

- flakes with aspic/jelly

- in can (80g)

mousse is best for senior cats; while jelly is for kittens and hairball issues

Veterinary diet

Monge vetsolution (100g)

Brit veterinary diet (200g)

Happy cat vet (200g)

DIY cat cakes

- pate is ideal for cake base

- must be for all life stages

Brit premium in nature (200g)

Cindy's recipe complete (400g)

Snacky pate (400g)

Treats (occasional)

- maximum once a day

- not food substitute

- as comfort food

- as reward/motivation

- while clipping claws

Liquid treats

Inaba or Ciao churu - crowd favorite

Ciao apetito - fave mini version

Dentalight cavia (chicken / duck)

Catit creamy (chicken & liver)

Kitcat purr puree (chicken & fiber)

Kitcat purr puree plus - adults only

Soft snacks

Inaba juicy bites (chicken & tuna)

Ciao churubee (sasami)

Dentalight catnip (ocean fish)

Carnilove soft snack (chicken)

Britcare semi-moist snack - adults only

Nibbles

Little brutus crispy cat bites (chicken & seafood)

Kitcat breath bites (chicken)

Champion cat cookies (chicken)

Fruitables (chicken)

Britcare superfruits (chicken) - adult only

Britcare superfruits (kitten)

if you wish to introduce a new diet, make sure that it's corn- and grain-free 🌾

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iloveitwhen · 3 years

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Would you be willing for some fluff damianette ?

This was in my WIPs for the. longest. time. I hope this is fluffy enough!

Marinette with Alya, Nino, and Adrien were at the beach near Gotham University on a nice summer day. Alya and Adrien were visiting Nino and Marinette before school started again and they all agreed to head to the beach. It was a rare sunny day and knowing Gotham the weather would be back to doom and gloom tomorrow so they scrapped their plans for the day and were decked out in swimming trunks, bikinis, summer dresses, and sunglasses headed straight for the ice cream.

“Eh, not as good as Andre’s,” Alya complained but Adrien, who had a look of pure ecstasy at his cherry and blueberry serving retorted,

“It doesn’t even matter though, cause ice cream is ice cream and nothing can stop me from devouring this tasty tasty treat,” he said with an almost evil look on his face causing them to all laugh at him, he ignored them and focused only on carefully consuming his treat.

They wandered along the boardwalk looking for an open spot on the beach when Nino stopped the group.

“Hey Marinette, isn’t that the guy you hang out with?” he pointed further down the walkway to a taller dark haired man with deep tan skin holding up a poster.

“Oh yeah! I want to introduce you guys, come on.” She began heading over to the boy with the others following close behind until she was about twenty feet away then she abruptly stopped.

Alya lightly bumped into her and cursed under her breath but Marinette was too staring at something in shock. Her jaw was practically on the ground and Alya quickly snatched the ice cream in her hand before it fell to the ground as well.

“Girl, what? Are you ok?” Alya followed her gaze to the boy Marinette wanted to introduce them to and she stifled a laugh. The boy’s poster read:

Kiss me, I’m desperate.

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No way.

Marinette could not believe Damian fricken Wayne was standing in front of the beach holding a poster that said kiss me i’m desperate. What bet did he lose? Damian never loses bets. This is precisely why Damian doesn’t lose bets. Because his brothers do this to him.

Damian looked extremely uncomfortable but still had his scowl that warded off most teens who found him attractive, not the ones who were closer to their age though. She watched in utter fascination as a girl approached him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek to which Damian stiffened and scowled even deeper, admittedly her stomach flipped uncomfortably and her chest tightened. Apparently she didn’t like when other people kiss Damian.

“Holy shit” she says softly, ignoring the others’ shock at her use of a curse word and instead swivels around looking for his brothers hoping she’d recognize them by Damian’s description of them alone. She spots three rather attractive men varying in age, the youngest was lean with long hair and looked tired, probably Drake, the tallest had a tuft of white hair, definitely Todd, and by order of elimination the third would be Grayson. She contemplated what to do, force them to end Damian’s embarrassment or join in the teasing for a bit. She decided to approach Damian first seeing as the brothers didn’t know who she was given Damian’s paranoia. She stood directly in front of Damian while the others stayed back for a bit to watch the show.

“Hey Damian.” His head shot up from looking at his watch and a dark shade of red cascaded onto his cheeks.

“Dupain-Cheng,” he said crisply, trying with all his might to sound like his dignity wasn’t being torn to shreds.

“Watcha doing?” she asked casually, biting her lip to keep from smiling.

“I have unfortunately made a wrong calculation and lost a bet.”

“Aaaand what was the bet?” He huffed and looked away, still dutifully holding his sign up.

“How long it would take my father to notice the increasing amount of rubber ducks appearing throughout the manor. I overestimated his detecting capabilities.” Marinette’s raised an eyebrow,

“Really?”

“Yes. And I still have-” he checks his watch, “-forty six minutes and eleven seconds left.” He looks back up to find Marinette holding back a smile. “Does my predicament amuse you Dupain-Cheng?”

“Yes.” She pulls out her phone and snaps a picture before putting it back and continues, “so is there another way out of your so-called predicament or will you have to stand there for forty five minutes holding that sign, which I might add doesn’t look good on you, Wayne.” Damian scowls at her.

“Rude. Yes there is another way but it’s not like I would let it happen anyway, so I will stand here for the next forty five minutes and forty six seconds.”

“Are you going to tell me? Maybe I can help out.” Damian looked past her and leveled a glare at his brothers.

“To get out of this… embarrassment, they have ordered me to get kissed… on the lips or stand here for a complete hour, there is no limit of cheek kisses,” he brings his gaze back to her, he isn’t glaring anymore but the slight scowl remains, “And I refuse to have a complete stranger get anywhere near me like that and I highly doubt you’d like to “help me” with that.” Her stomach fluttered and she grinned. She did find herself daydreaming about “helping” him lately and faked an interested look after glancing back at his brothers and giving them a small wave.

“Well, Damian Wayne, I would love to help you out if you would allow me to.” She crosses her arms, a clear challenge. Damian gapes at her, scowl forgotten and lips parted in shock, which just made her eyes linger on that part of his face for a bit too long.

“Seriously?” he asked before suddenly straightening his back and clearing his throat. “There is no need to take pity on me, Dupain-Cheng.”

“No no no, I want to.” She nods her head in affirmation, she was extremely nervous of being rejected and his reaction wasn’t a great sign but even if he didn’t like her like that they could always think of it as a favor from a friend.

Damian continues to stare at her and narrowed his gaze contemplating his options. Marinette began to fidget when he finally spoke up.

“Ok.”

“Ok?” Marinette was honestly a little surprised but Damian nodded his head.

“Ok,” he confirmed. Marinette smiled and held out her hands for the poster which he gave her hesitantly while glancing at his brothers then snapping his head back to her when he hears ripping.

“HEY!” Marinette looks over her shoulder to find Todd leading the other two boys, all red in the face, to Damian and Marinette. She gave them an innocent smile and turned back to Damian.

“It’s now or never Dames,” she reaches up, grabbing his collar and tugs him down.

His lips were as soft as she imagined and the kiss was even more exhilarating than she ever hoped. Before she could pull away Damian deepened the kiss and pulled her towards him, setting her stomach fluttering again at his actions.

When they pulled back they were both breathing a little shorter trying to make up for the lost oxygen and beating hearts.

Marinette laughed lightly, “Well, Wayne, I didn’t know you were that desperate.”

“My hand was forced.”

“To my waist?” she teased, she wanted to kiss him again but she didn’t know if it was appropriate.

“What the FU-”

“Jason!” Dick admonishes.

“No, really, what the FU-”

“Alya!” Adrien admonishes.

#daminette #maribat #damian x marinette #marinette x damian #im clever #hand was forced #to the waist #asks #my asks #wip? not here 💪#only finished works #as long as you ignore my 100 wips #theyre invisible

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prettybirdy979 · 3 years

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Fic: Aziraphale/Crowley - Lavender Fields

Please feel free to send me any prompts. More of my fics here. This prompt comes from a private list made by an amazing group of friends from the Ace Omens server as a birthday gift to me, which I am filling in a random order.

When Aziraphale had declared he wanted to go see a lavender field, Crowley hadn’t been quite sure why. Sure lavender isn’t one of the plants he grows, but it can't be too hard to do it, right? Okay sure, it’s not happening instantly unless Crowley uses a miracle but he could still have lavender here soon.

Okay, soonish. His new garden is… not going as well as he expected it to, full of slackers that make Crowley want to scream more. So it might take a while for him to have lavender but he could!

But no. Aziraphale wants to go out today to see a field of lavender, so here they are. At a lavender farm.

Crowley didn’t even realise those were a thing until Aziraphale had gotten out the piece of paper with directions, never mind that Crowley’s phone would’ve done a better job at navigating.

‘We’re here, aren’t we? I did a fine job.’

‘It took us three hours to do a drive that should have taken half that!’ Crowley grumbles as they wander past the farm house and cafe - Crowley already having ducked in to get Aziraphale a tasty treat of lavender shortbread to nibble while they walk around.

‘Only because you drove too fast,’ Aziraphale says around his mouth full of shortbread. ‘By the time I could tell you to turn, we were three miles past it.’

Crowley goes to mock the angel but they round the corner to the lavender fields and his words disappear in his shock. Rows and rows of lavender plants are lined up, varying shades of purple flowers shivering in the breeze. The whole place smells like a relaxing bath and every single plant he can see looks amazing.

But no. That can’t be. There must be flaws in these plants. Crowley suddenly itches with the urge to stomp down the rows between the plants and inspect them.

Something of his thoughts must show in his face because beside him, Aziraphale starts to grin. ‘Have fun dear,’ he says, taking another bite. ‘Put the fear of you into them.’

With a delighted look at his bastard of an angel, Crowley marches off to inspect the troops.

Four hours later he finds Aziraphale in the cafe, sipping some lavender tea. ‘You had your fill?’ he asks the angel, fingers tightening on the pot of the plant he picked out of the onsite nursery; the only one worthy of returning with him.

Aziraphale smiles at the pot but thankfully says nothing. ‘It was a delightful day, but I am ready to go home. How were the troops?’

Crowley growls as he climbs into the car. ‘Lazy slackers, the lot of them,’ he snarls. He’s almost pleased to realise how well behaved his new garden is compared to the slackers he saw. Puts it into-

‘Oh you bastard,’ he growls. ‘Perspective!’

Aziraphale just smirks and pats the pot he’s holding in his lap. ‘Hold on tight dear one,’ he tells it as Crowley guns the engine. He continues being reassuring the whole way home.

Oh well. The plant will learn soon enough.

#good omens #My Scribbles #ineffable husbands #i did not have time to write today #because move #luckily this is a fic i prepared earleir

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my soul may be damned, but my heart is still yours

(Concept Art AU 1/2)

Raya meets Namaari when she is seven years old, at her first Council of the Five meeting. Her Ma has recently passed, and Ba is reluctant to let her out of his sight, so he decides last-minute that she will accompany him to Fang on their diplomatic mission.

‘The lands of Kumandra may have been divided for 500 years,’ he tells her as they set out for their neighbour’s land, a large group of Royal soldiers surrounding them. ‘But the Council of the Five has ensured for centuries that trade and diplomatic discussions are still carried out, so that our lands do not fall into war and our people are protected. You are Heart’s Princess, and one day, these meetings will be yours to attend.’

To her disgust, Raya is provided a bodyguard for protection; this may be a mission of peace, but clearly Ba does not trust those no-good binturis in Fang even so. She resigns herself to an incredibly boring three days, where her father will talk with other adults for endless hours, and she is sat alone in a corner…But then, when they arrive in Fang and are greeted by the host delegation, she spies another small girl around her own age, peering out from around Chief Virana’s legs.

‘I’m Raya,’ she says, as soon as the adults are distracted. The girl gives her a small wave.

‘Namaari, Princess of Fang,’ she introduces herself. Around her neck lies a pendant in the shape of a dragon – Sisu, to be precise. Raya decides in that instant that her and Namaari will be best friends.

Indeed, they spend the first hours of the day in deep discussion. Namaari has been attending these Council meetings since she was five years old, and she’s a useful source of information, such as when the best food is brought out, or when the adults are too busy to notice small children sneaking away. At dinner later that evening, Raya slips handfuls of sweet desserts into her pockets, and grabs Namaari’s hand, ducking through the legs of everyone around them in order to lose her bodyguard. They sit in a dark corner and eat their stolen treats, laughing over silly jokes and their combined love of Sisu and all things dragons.

Being the Princess of the land, Namaari also knows amazing places to visit, and even better places to hide from the adults. Instead of three dull days, Raya spends them all with her new friend, talking, playing with serlot kittens, or getting into all sorts of mischief.

She can’t help but feel upset when it is time to return home.

‘See you next year in Heart?’ Namaari asks shyly, when Raya’s delegation is about to leave. Raya beams at her, scooping her into a hug before running after Ba.

They don’t speak in the interim year. Although Raya feels like Fang is now the land of new friends rather than binturis, the political situation is far more complicated than two young girls wanting to talk.

Raya thinks about Namaari often though, and when the first Council parties begin to arrive at Heart’s palace, she half leans out the window to see if she can catch sight of the other girl. Her frustration mounts as Spine and Talon are greeted by Ba, and then she sees in the distance the shining white of Fang’s uniforms, and almost falls out the window in her haste to go down to meet them.

She’s worried that Namaari might not remember her, or that their brief friendship didn’t mean the same thing. But as soon as she enters the courtyard, Namaari is already waving her over to say hello.

Later on, they are sat in Raya’s bedroom, talking non-stop until their voices start to crack, when Namaari pulls a small package out of a pocket, and thrusts it towards Raya.

‘A gift for the Heart Princess,’ she says, a light dusting of red across her cheeks. Raya takes it reverentially, and opens it to find a golden dragon pendant, with a shining blue stone in its center.

‘I love it,’ she clutches it in her hand for a moment, and then eagerly hangs it around her neck.

‘It’s so we can be matching forever,’ Namaari reminds her, holding up her own pendant.

Raya wears the pendant always. After the last Council meeting, her Ba and Chief Virana had agreed to allow letters to be passed back and forth between their daughters, and so Raya writes diligently to Namaari at least once a week, telling her of her lessons and training, of tasty food she’s enjoyed, of silly things Ba has said or done. It’s difficult to make friends as Princess, and the other children are wary of her when she wants to join their games, too concerned about causing offence by mistake. It seems to be similar for Namaari, from what Raya can glean from her own letters, and so they share their thoughts with each other instead, pouring out their young hearts in their correspondence.

Their meetings in Spine, Talon and Tail are similar as before. Raya is annoyed to see that Namaari is growing at a much faster pace, but besides that, it is wonderful to be able to hug her friend and hear her voice. And in the months between the Council meetings, they continue their letter writing, sharing their thoughts, their fears, and their hopes for the future.

‘I hope Kumandra can be reunited again,’ Raya writes when she is eleven, and frustrated with the amount of time left before she can see Namaari again.

‘When we are both leaders of our land, we will be the first to take that step, dep la,’ Namaari promises in her reply.

When Raya is twelve years old, the Council meeting should be hosted in Fang once more. But a week before the gathering, Raya finds Ba rushing around, throwing out orders to everyone in his vicinity.

‘Is there a problem, Ba?’ she asks, surprised at how stressed he seems.

‘Fang can no longer host the Council of the Five this year, so we are instead,’ he replies, before rushing away to organize more details.

‘Food is scarce, this season,’ Namaari had written in her last letter, and Raya re-reads it with more understanding this time.

She resolves to ask her friend more details when the Fang delegation arrives, but when she first catches sight of Namaari, there are no smiles sent her way. Namaari instead stands staring straight ahead, adorned in more formal clothing than Raya is used to seeing. As soon as the diplomatic greetings are held, the parties start to walk back to the palace together, and Raya deliberately falls back so she can walk with Namaari.

‘Alright?’ she asks her friend. She sees Virana grip her daughter’s shoulder tightly, and then Namaari is sending a fake smile in her direction.

‘All is well,’ she tells Raya, but her eyes say differently. Raya wants to question her there and then, but first comes the large feast where everyone must attend. At her age, she knows Ba will notice if she misses it, but she is almost tempted to forgo manners and drag Namaari away.

‘I must speak to you,’ Namaari whispers at her when they are finally sat with their food. ‘But in private.’

The meal feels the longest Raya has ever had to sit through, so when the food ends and people start to split off into groups for discussions, she gestures to Namaari and they run out the side door.

‘Let me take you somewhere private,’ Raya says, hooking her arm with Namaari’s and pulling her up the pathway. ‘I’ve been waiting to show you this place for ages anyway.’

It is forbidden to take outsiders to see the Dragon Gem, and as its newly-appointed Guardian, Raya knows she should act in a more sensible way. But this is Namaari, her dragon-nerd-in-arms, and she’s been wanting to share this special place with her for several years now.

When they cross the threshold and enter into the glowing chamber, Raya can see her friend’s eyes growing wide at the Dragon Gem shining brightly before her.

‘It’s beautiful,’ Namaari breathes, and then her expression turns serious. ‘Raya, this is what I needed to talk to you about. I need to warn you…I think Ma has something planned in regards to the Gem – I heard her speaking to-’

She stops speaking abruptly. The hairs on the back of Raya’s neck prickle, and she knows before she turns what she will see. The sounds of weapons being drawn confirms her fears.

‘Leave her alone!’ Namaari calls out to the Fang warriors, trying to step in front of Raya. But Raya is a Guardian of the Dragon Gem, and she steps into fighting stance, determined to protect both the Gem and her home.

She is only a child, however, and no match for a group of seasoned Fang warriors. She takes one strong hit, and falls to the ground winded, struggling to stand again. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Namaari pull out a flare and shoot it into the sky, and in what feels like the next instant, Ba is beside her, followed by a large crowd of Fang, Spine, Talon and Tail delegates.

Yelling ensues, and then there is nothing but chaos. The only thing Raya can focus on is the fight for her life.

‘The Gem!’ she hears someone cry suddenly, and time seems to slow down as she watches the Dragon Gem topple to the ground. The crash echoes through the chamber, and everyone pauses in their fighting.

‘It’s alright, it’s alright,’ Ba is saying, on his knees and with his hands hovering over the Gem. For a split second, Raya believes him; then there is a *crack* and a small fracture starts to run up the side of the Gem. The room’s glow turns from a serene blue to a sickly shade of green, and people start to scream and run away as the ground begins to tremor.

The Gem is now alit with green flames, which grow larger and wilder as something tears open the ground beneath their feet, and Raya sees a large mechanical arm reaching out of the darkness, attached to a monstrous body. The movement dislodges the Gem, and it rolls towards her, a flaming ball of now corrupted magic. Raya tries to scramble away, but the ground is still trembling and she falls backwards, watching in horror as it comes closer.

‘Raya!’ Ba cries in the distance, and she closes her eyes.

Then there is a warm weight on top of her, and a terrible, terrible sound fills her ears. Raya drags herself forward with her hands, her fingers getting scratched and bleeding in the dirt, and she pulls her legs out from under whatever is pinning her down. Twisting around, she finds Namaari lying on the ground next to her, screaming in pain. Namaari’s left hand is clutching the Dragon Gem, and Raya watches as the green flames dance across her fingers, a green glow emanating from her veins.

‘Raya, we have to go!’ Ba says, just as she is reaching out to help Namaari. He scoops her up by her waist, and starts to run in the opposite direction.

‘’Maari!’ Raya screams, trying to fight him off and get back to her friend. Ba’s grip is too tight however, and she watches helplessly as she’s carried away.

The last thing she sees before being dragged from the chamber is Namaari, writhing on the ground in pain as several mechanical Druuns crawl closer to her prone form.

Her Ba does not make it that night either. Instead, she watches as he is touched by one of the cursed Druun, a green light flaring in his eyes before he is turned to stone, frozen in his last moment of pain and terror.

It takes Raya two years before she can bring herself to return home. The Druun have moved on, searching for more populated areas, but she can’t shake the trauma witnessed that night. She wouldn’t go back at all, but her supplies are running low, and of all the places she knows that should be filled still with well-preserved food, it will be the kitchens at the palace.

She aims for a quick in-and-out mission, but once she has collected the food and packed her bags back onto Tuk Tuk’s saddle, she can’t help but hesitate and glance over her shoulder.

‘I’ll just be a moment,’ she tells Tuk Tuk, patting his nose when he grunts at her in concern.

Her first visit is to her father, still suspended in time leaning over the bridge’s wall, his face contorted into one final call of her name, and his arms reaching out. She still remembers seeing his face as she fell into the water, and she hopes she was the last thing on his mind also in those final moments, rather than the fear of the Druun.

After she sits with him for a while, she takes a deep breath, and turns to go to the very location where it all started. Her feet drag as she nears the entrance of the chamber, but she steels her nerves, and ventures inside.

The image before her is even worse than she recalls. Debris is littered across the floor, tossed aside when the Druun emerged back into the world, whilst every corner of the room is full of stone people – all those who were too slow to escape, or too stubborn to back down from a fight.

And there, in the middle of the room, on her knees with one arm reaching out, she finds Virana. The fear etched onto the Fang Chief’s face sends a shiver down Raya’s spine, but when she turns to follow Virana’s eyeline, she sees nothing. Namaari isn’t there.

‘I didn’t expect to find you here, dep la,’ comes a voice from behind her.

Raya whirls around, her hand flying to her father’s sword. There is a subtle movement from within the shadows, and then a figure steps out into the open.

‘Namaari?’ Raya whispers, shocked at the sight in front of her. ‘I thought…When did you…How did you..?’

She can’t even finish a question, and Namaari chuckles bitterly at her surprise.

‘How did I avoid turning to stone?’ she asks, her gaze drifting from Raya and towards her mother instead. ‘It would have been better if I had done so.’

And then Raya sees it – her left arm, no longer human but metal and shining with the same sickly green of the Druun’s magic.

‘What happened to you, ‘Maari?’ Raya asks, taking a step forward and holding out her hands. She pauses when Namaari backs away, shaking her head.

‘Don’t come any closer, Raya,’ she warns. ‘I’m not safe to be around. I’ve…I’ve been cursed.’

‘The Druun cursed you?’ Raya demands, confusion in her voice. ‘Why would they do that? HOW did they do that?’

‘Not the Druun – the Dragons,’ Namaari thrusts up her left arm, and shakes it twice towards Raya. ‘This is what I get for touching the Dragon Gem. I guess being a traitor from Fang would do that…even the Dragons didn’t like us.’

‘I don’t believe that,’ Raya says softly, and she inches forward slowly. Namaari’s eyes are unfocused as she stares into the distance, and so she doesn’t notice Raya until their fingers brush. She flinches away.

‘You saved me,’ Raya continues, ignoring her reaction. ‘That shouldn’t mean you’re cursed for it…the Dragons wouldn’t have judged you so.’

‘Well, there’s no longer any dragon magic to place judgement anyway,’ Namaari informs her, and their eyes meet for the first time in years. ‘It’s inside me, Raya…I can feel the power of the Gem burning. And they’re in here too.’

‘The dragons?’

‘The Druun…I can hear them calling. They’re looking for me.’

At this, Namaari suddenly grabs Raya’s shoulder with her human hand, opening her mouth to say another warning, and Raya can see the moment she is distracted by something.

‘You kept it?’ she asks instead, and her hand goes to cover the pendant around Raya’s neck.

‘We said forever,’ Raya jokes feebly, fingers rising to hold Namaari’s wrist in support. ‘Namaari, let me help you, please. You saved me once, let me save you now.’

They pause for a moment, staring at each other, and then an unearthly shriek pierces the air.

‘They’re here,’ Namaari breathes instead. ‘Run.’

Namaari disappears into the shadows in a split second, almost as if she were a ghost. And for the second time in her life, Raya finds herself fleeing from Heart’s palace without Namaari beside her.

PART TWO tomorrow...

OK, so this was meant to merely be a Concept Art headcanon list as suggested by an anon, but it kinda ran away with me, and I found myself writing endless 'childhood friends' points to build up to the moment Namaari even got cursed, let alone to the point that everyone wants to actually read where they have a showdown later on. Woopsie. It then went from ficlet to...sorta fic, so I will have to post the rest tomorrow since it is late in my timezone. I know lots of other people have been doing amazing fics, headcanons and art for this concept, so this is just my lil contribution.

#rayaari #raya and namaari #raya and the last dragon #ratld #raya #namaari #rayaari fic #concept art au #once i started writing i couldn't stoooop #also i want to give proper attention to the cursed years #so part two tomorrow i'm afraid #i have work i have to wake up for #woe #no beta we suffer like the druun versus the dragon gem

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Thigh Highs || Bokuto + Kuroo + Daichi x Reader

Artwork is not mine! Unfortunately, I do not know who the artist is but if you do please let me know so I can properly credit them!

Prompt: In which Daichi decides to strengthen the bonds between teams through sharing his girlfriend.

Pairing: Bokuto x Kuroo x Daichi x Reader

Word Count: 7.232k

Warning: Dp, oral, sweat kink, anal play, overstimulation

“Fuck, she’s got on those thigh highs,” Kuroo chuckles, passing the ball to the still wondering Bokuto. Kuroo takes a deep sigh, and nods in the direction he had seen you in for his less attentive friend. Bokuto turns and suddenly his throat is dry. He had turned just in time to watch you pulling at the thigh highs, the material far too tight for the supple skin of your thighs.

“Shit,” Bokuto is very fond of thigh highs, especially when you’re wearing them. Your thighs are too meaty and you know it, the thigh highs stretching pathetically over your thighs, the hems digging into the skin just right. He remembers those thigh highs, or another variation of them. His fingers clasped at the material, using it to fuck you back onto his cock. He found himself watching the way your thighs shook with his movements for a good portion of the time. He couldn’t tear them away, they jiggled with every little movement, those damned thigh highs the perfect little cherry on top. “Shit,” he repeats, wiping his brow with his free hand.

“Daichi probably told her to wear em to throw us off,” Kuroo’s eyes flit toward the team stumbling in behind you, quickly finding his culprit. “Look at him, he knows what he’s doing,” Kuroo snickers and ducks under the net, meeting Karasuno’s captain with a sly smirk. “You think you’re slick Sawamura?” Kuroo links a brow, the rest of the team saying their greetings as they pass by, eager to drop the heavy bags they held. “Putting my kitten in those damn thigh highs? Are you trying to ruin me?” As if on cue both men turn to look at you, finding you bubbling, excitedly jumping in your seat as you spoke about getting to watch the practice matches.

“Yeah, what’s up with that?” Bokuto joins, wrapping an arm around the suddenly swarmed Daichi. “Playing dirty, huh?” Bokuto scolds, wagging style finger at the still dazed Daichi. Daichi’s head had been swarming all day, he had to focus on these matches and not the way you felt wrapped around his cock this morning. Or the way you let him follow you into the shower to rip two orgasms from your body with the detachable shower head. Then proceed to fuck you until you were a mess on his cock, tears flowing, hiccups passing beautifully through those kiss riddled lips.

“Oh?” Kuroo notices the way Daichi’s eyes have to divert from you almost the second he sees you, his body tensing up. “She wore those of her own volition?” Kuroo turns back to you, clicking his tongue. There’s a million ways of fucking you until next Sunday running through his mind and he’s finding it hard to imagine lasting through all of the practice matches. “Naughty little kitten,” Kuroo purrs, feeling his cock twitch in his uniform shorts. “We just gotta get through these matches right?” Kuroo’s eyes are dark but there’s a spark of hope in them, there’s no way Karasuno’s captain would take his tasty treat home without letting him have a taste. “Then you’ll let her make a mess on my cock?” Kuroo’s tone is almost teasing, a hint of degradation in there. “All while you watch?” That was just because he’s an asshole.

“Come on man!” Bokuto hits his friend in the back of the head, half the mind to force him into a bow. “He’s sorry!” Bokuto nudges Kuroo, muttering something about Daichi being so nice and not wanting to have Daichi take away their little toy. “But you’ll let us right? Let us fuck her?” Bokuto does nothing to hide the shimmering in his eyes, his tongue darting to wet his chapped lips. “Cause man, those thigh highs are doing something to me-“ A call from Akaashi stops Bokuto mid-sentence and Kuroo and Daichi are glad. As enjoyable as it was to watch the way you’d crumble around Bokuto’s cock, they didn’t want to take about it. “I’ll see ya later!” Bokuto departs with a wink, receiving a scolding for sneaking off when they were supposed to be practicing.

“She’s fucking with you just as much as she’s fucking with me, isn’t she?” Kuroo can see the way Daichi dryly swallows, fighting to keep his eyes from moving over to you. “I know those damned thighs highs are fucking with ya! You want to bend her over and stuff her full of your cock on the spot don’t ya?” Kuroo may or may not be talking about himself at the moment, though the nervous chuckle Daichi lets out tells him all he needs to know. “Hmm, I’ll see ya after the games.” Kuroo backs away with a shit-eating grin on his lips. He turns back to look at you one last time to find you waving your arms at Bokuto, mirroring the motions of the owlish boy. You’re smiling so wide, finding Kuroo’s eyes to wave at him as well. “Hey kitten!” He yells the pet name and the way your eyes widen, smile faltering has him twitching in his shorts. He chuckles, turning as he leaves you to stir in your juices.

“I almost feel like losing on purpose,” Bokuto mumbles to himself, passing Kuroo to take his position on the opposite side of the court. Yeah, Kuroo knew the feeling. He looked at Bokuto, a grimace on the boy’s face. He’s probably hard as hell, Kuroo wanted to laugh and tease him about it but he couldn’t bring himself to. Kuroo found himself adjusting his shorts one last time before crouching down, getting ready for the start of the game.

“Daichi,” you whimper against his lips, feeling his fingers pulling at the material of your thigh highs. He releases them with snaps against your thighs, the sound of the material digging into your thighs sounding across the room. They blend beautifully with the breathy moans you release, Daichi’s fingers moving to your heat, stroking you through the thin material of your panties. “Please,” You’re a mess and you know it, if someone were to walk in on you like this, begging for the simplest touch they’d have a field day with you. “Please,” you whine once more, grinding your hips into his touch, gasping when he hits your bundle of nerves just right.

“That feel nice baby?” Daichi’s a panting mess, heavy breaths hitting your cheek. He’s hard as a rock in his shorts but he knows what coming, he knows they’ll waste little time shoving you full of their cock and so he takes it upon himself to properly prep you. His fingers are nimble as they slip your panties down your legs, tossing them somewhere over his shoulder.

“Getting started without us?” There’s a low whistle from behind the two of you, and Daichi turns to find Kuroo and Bokuto walking into the locker-room. Their brows were drenched with sweat, the salty liquid rolling over their smooth skin. You let out a small whimper, tongue twitching to lick at the beads of sweat that disappeared beneath the collar of their jerseys. It was Kuroo, there he stood with that damned smirk adorning his features. He held your panties between his fingers, holding his eyes on yours as he brings them to his nose, taking a big whiff. Your hips buck against Daichi’s hip, breath hitching in your throat at the short moment of relief you receive from the movement.

“Hey Princess!” Bokuto bounds into the room, ready to tear you from Daichi’s grasp. “I missed ya!” He’s still slightly out of breath, panting a little from his last match. It’s him that draws your attention from Kuroo, forcing your eyes in his direction. He’s so beautiful, as he always was, but even more so now. His hair, usually spiked fell to frame his face, you loved that sight. Those golden orbs shining bright, even under the dim lights of the locker-room. “Daichi don’t be selfish! Let us see her!” Kuroo’s a little surprised Bokuto even references him. He knows the thoughts that cloud and swirl in that small brain of his friends, a lot on the naughtier side. Daichi huffs but moves the the side, keeping a hand on your inner thigh. “Oh princess,” Bokuto grunts, sounding almost pained. “I nearly creamed my pants on that damned court thinking about being buried between those thighs,” Maybe Daichi was wrong, his eyes watching Bokuto slink up to the both of you, dropping to his knees without hesitation.

“I thought we’d agree I’d get first Bo?” The nickname has Bokuto’s ears perking up, his eyes flitting towards Kuroo. Kuroo kinks a brow but the look on Bokuto’s face says it all, he wasn’t moving. Well, not until you were coming undone on his tongue. “I see,” Bokuto had lost all his sense of mind when Daichi had exposed you to the two of them, your leg now hiked up against his thigh. “Look at him kitten,” Both you and Daichi look down at Bokuto, his bright orbs staring at the heat between your thighs.

“He’s fucked out,” Daichi finishes Kuroo’s thought, chuckling a little at the sight before him. “You keep up that eagerness you might just take my girl from me,” Daichi’s joking, of course, but the possibility of Bokuto getting to have you all to himself has him tensing. His eyes are dark now, flitting toward your face. You? All to him? He’d never share you with the other two, that he was sure of.

“Princess,” Bokuto’s fingers grip at your thighs, pulling your foot still on the floor over his shoulder. “If I did have ya all to myself, I’d eat this pretty little pussy for hours on end,” He’s drooling, just a little but he can feel the liquid dribble down his chin. “Princess,” he groans, nudging his nose against your inner thigh. You whimper, thighs trembling when you can feel the air of him inhaling your scent against your skin. “You’d let me right?” He growls, blunt nails digging into the supple flesh of your thighs, pulling you closer to him. “I mean look at ya now, so desperate for me and right in front of your cap’n?” His lips curl into a sadistic grin, a look you aren’t used to seeing on his face. Bokuto’s eyes flit toward Daichi, holding his gaze as he whispers his next words against your skin. “I want you to fuck yourself on my tongue princess, show your cap’n how much of a desperate bitch you are.” Bokuto’s teeth nip at your inner thigh, your hips bucking into his face with a low whimper.

Daichi growls, Bokuto giving him a small smirk before ripping his eyes away from Daichi’s hardening stare. Daichi knew sharing you would have it’s consequences but he didn’t expect them to be so possessive. The way Bokuto gripped at your thighs like it was only the two of you, his fingers there to remind you. Kuroo needing to remind the two of them of his presence as he attached his lips to your skin. Daichi snarled, his cock only twitching at their actions.

“You’re such a damn hog,” Kuroo steps closer to the three of you, leaving Daichi to hold you open to the two of them. “I guess I’ll find some other way to entertain myself,” Kuroo’s hands are at the collar of your shirt, ripping it right down the middle. “Clothes can be so pesky!” You want to roll your eyes, make your usual smartass comment but you find yourself stopping, the show of his power stirring your insides. “Would you look at that?” Kuroo’s eyes light up like a child’s on Christmas, “No bra?” In your defense you were wearing an oversized shirt and it was a bit warm outside. “You were so ready kitten,” Kuroo runs his thumbs over your tightening buds, leaning over to take the pert bud into his mouth. He reels at how responsive you are, back arching into his touch.

“You’re being so well taken care of baby,” Daichi whispers in your ear, placing a few kisses against the shell of your ear. “I know you can be such a good girl but you’ve been so bad today,” Daichi growls, pulling at the thigh highs, the reference in his statement. “Wearing these? Such a tease,” Daichi looks down at Bokuto, watching the way his tongue sneaks past his lips to delve into the heat between your thighs. “Look at Bokuto? Look at how he’s so needy, so desperate for just a taste of that slutty little cunt.” Bokuto’s tongue flicks over your clit, eyes locking on yours before he takes the aching bud past his lips.

“Ah-fuck Boku!” Your hips rut against his mouth, trying to match his pace by the movement of your hips. “Fuck, Bo-“ you were so sensitive, especially as Kuroo let his teeth graze over your bud. “Shit,” one of your hands pushes through Bokuto’s sweaty locks, pulling him closer. The other pushes through the hair at the back of Daichi’s neck, allowing Kuroo to have his fun kissing along the span of your chest. Daichi catches onto what you want and his lips meet yours in a feverish kiss. His tongue slips past your lips as you whimper into the kiss, tongue weakly fighting against his. Daichi’s tongue moves gracefully against his, his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. He’s holding you open for Bokuto whether he realizes it or not, allowing the man between your thighs to lash out against your clit.

Bokuto’s tongue is relentless in its actions, aiding in your pleasure as he suckled on the throbbing bud. The hot muscle flicks against your clit, his hands gripping harder at your thighs as he can feel them shake around his head. “Kuroo,” Is really the only warning you receive before Bokuto’s pushing your hips up and shoving his tongue into your entrance. Kuroo’s fingers drop to your clit, rubbing tight circles right under its hood. Your lips quiver as Daichi pulls away, letting your soft moans slip into the locker-room air.

“You gonna come baby?” Daichi’s free hand moves over your chest, pinching and pulling at your pert buds. “You like Bokuto fucking you with his tongue?” Daichi pauses, chuckling lowly at the sight he’s greeted with. One of your hands pushed through Bokuto’s hair, the other gripping Kuroo’s wrist like your life depended on it, hips moving against the both of them. You look timid, almost unsure of the way you fuck yourself against the two of them, eyes fluttering closed every few seconds as you get lost in the pleasure of their hands scurrying over your body. “You close baby?”

You want to respond, give him a coherent answer but the second you try to open your mouth to say anything, Kuroo’s lips are on yours. “Kitten,” Kuroo mewls into the kiss, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. He pulls back just a little, making a show out of the way you mindlessly follow him. “I know Kitten,” Kuroo presses a few chaste kisses against your lips in a quick succession before bending so he was face level with your core. “This pretty little cunt is so needy,” he whispers, more to himself, nudging Bokuto to the side to attach his lips to your clit.

“Fuck!” You were teetering on the edge, the stimulation too much. Your body torn between the feeling of Bokuto stuffing you full of his tongue, tip pressing against that spongy patch of nerves. Bokuto almost seems to be begging for your release, the way his eyes roll into the back of his head, moans vibrating your core. And Kuroo’s tongue gently massaging your clit as your body shook above the two of them. Daichi’s fingers never stop pulling at your tits, even if they are sore and overworked, begging for a break. Your body is trembling, shaking as you twist and turn in their grasps, the only thing keeping you in place being their hands. “Fuck!” You moan out a string of their names, feeling your juices gushing out around Bokuto’s tongue. The sight you’re met with when your eyes loll open is enough to send you into a second release. Bokuto’s fingers grip almost desperately at your thighs, pulling you as close as possible to his face. His tongue never stops, you can only imagine how much it’s cramping, massaging your walls as he and Kuroo’s tongue work you through your second ending. “Please!” You push at Kuroo’s head first, Daichi being the one to pull him away as your whimpers and whines from being overstimulated only served to further turn Kuroo on. Bokuto’s next, pulling away of his own volition. Bokuto’s tongue hasn’t received the memo just yet, still running over your quaking core with excited and sloppy movements. “Boku!” Your fingers tangle themselves in his gray locks and you pull him away from your core, his eyes wide when they meet yours. He looks almost like a kicked puppy, tongue lapping at his lips.

“I’m sorry princess,” His voice is dripping with arousal, almost slurred as he speaks. “You just taste so damn good,” his teeth nip at the skin of your inner thigh, all three men noting the way you jump at the action. “Even more sensitive than when we started?” Bokuto stands to his feet, a dizzy spell hitting him as his brain clouds with his lust. The only coherent thought he has contains bending you over the nearest bench and making the two others watch as you make a mess on his cock. “What are we going to do with you princess?” Bokuto moves to pick you up, hands on the undersides of your thighs only to be stopped by Kuroo.

“You’ve got to share Bokuto,” Daichi reminds him, the three of you laughing when Bokuto’s face falls. Daichi isn’t upset with Bokuto’s actions or words, he always got like this, so possessive. Daichi often worried that it was truly Bokuto’s goal to sweep you right off your feet, though, the both of you knew Bokuto would never do anything like that. Bokuto huffs, moving to the side to allow Kuroo to resume his previous position. “Good boy,” Daichi always did this, showered the three of you in praise when it was deserved. Bokuto loved it a little more than Kuroo, his cheeks heating up at the two words. “Baby?” Daichi’s nose nudges at your cheek, forcing your gaze to Bokuto’s. “Tell him,” Kuroo’s running low on patience, though he’s a little envious of the next words that slip past your lips.

“I want you to fuck me so bad Boku,” your hand reaches out to caress his cheek, eyes shaking as they trail over his body. Your eyes drop to the bulge in his shorts and the wanton moan you let out is everything, head thrown back as your pussy gushes at the thought of him bending you in half and fucking you into the mess you were. “But Kuroo and Daichi have been waiting so patiently,” You pull Bokuto in closer, lips a hair a way from his. “So you let them have their turn and I’ll let you fuck me in any position you want,” Bokuto’s eyes shimmer at this, any position? All to himself? “You just have to be a good boy, alright?” You run the tip of your tongue over the curve of his lips, eyes boring into his skin.

Bokuto finds himself knodding but as he watches Kuroo carry you over to the bench, being sandwiched between the two men, he realizes he may not be able to wait. “Fuck baby, you made such a mess,” Daichi’s pulling at your skirt, undoing the button in the side to get rid of the material. “You gonna let me and Kuroo stuff these tight little holes with our cocks?” Daichi’s hands grip at your ass, pulling you open for him. Kuroo’s pulling you into his lap, forcing Daichi to follow the two of you. Kuroo’s lips kiss at the corner of your mouth, pulling your attention to him as he pushed his bulge against your bare heat.

“Fuck kitten,” he drawls out the words, eyes boring into yours. “I can’t wait to fill this greedy little cunt.” He gives you a sharp thrust to reiterate his statement. “You want that kitten? You want your pussy full of cock? You want Daichi to ruin that pretty little ass?” Kuroo delivers a hard hit to your ass cheek, Daichi watching it jiggle in his grasp. “Answer me kitten,”

“Y-yes,” your throat feels so raw, scratchy as you speak. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, short pants leaving your lips as you try to keep up with both men’s actions. “Please!” You cry, throwing your arms around Kuroo’s shoulders, pressing your chest against his. It’s hot in this damned locker-room, and you can barely breath overwhelmed by the senses of the two men pressing against you.

“It’s okay baby,” Daichi presses wet kisses against your heated skin, smiling softly when you relax at the feeling of his lips against your skin. “You’ve been such a good girl,” Daichi praises, presses more kisses against your shoulders as his finger runs over your puckered hole. “You deserve to be full and fucked like the good slut you are,” You can hear him spitting, the warm liquid hitting your puckered hole and rolling down to your core. “Fuck baby,” Daichi grunts, watching your hole clench around nothing, eager to be filled. “I can’t wait to fuck this greedy little hole,” Daichi growls, scooting back so he could lean forward a little. His hands push at your body until you’re bent over, core planted firmly against Kuroo’s twitching bulge.

“Fuck! You keep moving her like that I don’t think I’ll be able to wait-“ Kuroo warns Daichi but his hands find their way to your ass, holding you open for the Karasuno captain as he ran his tongue over your puckered hole. You shudder above him, hips pushing against Kuroo and back against his mouth. “Patience,” Kuroo growls, teeth nipping at your jutted out lip as his hand connects to your ass a few times. Each hit is harder than the last, the stinging doing nothing but aiding in the ache of your core. Daichi’s tongue laps at your hole, hands on your hips to keep you in place as he does what he does best, get you ready for his cock.

“Daichi!” You roll your hips back against his mouth, forgetting the way you were deliciously rolling over the tip of Kuroo’s cock. “Please-“ you’re a mess, begging, pleading for his tongue to fill your ass. Your hands ball Kuroo’s jersey in fists, pulling at the fabric as Daichi finally gives you what you want. Daichi’s tongue slides into the tight hole, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the way you clench around him. “Just like that-“ Daichi stiffens his tongue and settles for allowing you to fuck yourself back into him. Your head lays in Kuroo’s shoulder, body weak as you do your best to keep the two men before you happy with your actions.

“Princess,” Bokuto coos from across the locker-room, having found a seat on the bench parallel to you and the other two. His eyes are wide, drinking in your every move. His hand moves languidly over his cock through his shorts, he’s waiting. “I know you’re not getting tired on me already, Princess,” he gives himself a sharp tug, linking his brow as he almost challenges you. “I’m so hard,” Bokuto whines, rolling his head for the dramatics. His head drops as his eyes link with yours once more. “You told me I’d get to fuck you in any position but that’s not fun if you pass out.” Bokuto’s tugging on his cock a little faster and you can tell it’s taking everything in him not to pull it out. “Come on princess, you haven’t forgotten about me have you?”

Whether Bokuto meant to distract you or not, it worked. Daichi slid two fingers into your tight hole, scissoring them as Bokuto kept you engaged in conversation. “Fuck baby,” Daichi grunts as you clench around his fingers, sucking them deeper. “I’m gonna add a third,” his lips continue to press heated kisses to your skin, tearing your attention away from Bokuto at the mention of a third finger. “Don’t look at me like that baby,” Daichi finds himself chuckling, easing a third finger in with his other two. “I gotta fuck this hole open for my cock,” he speaks softly, almost as if his words serve as a gentle reminder. You whimper at his words, brows furrowing as you focus on meeting the movement of his hand. “That’s right, fuck yourself on my fingers,” Daichi gathers the spit in his mouth and lets it drip onto your stuffed hole. “Hmm, you’re such a good fucking slut,” Daichi’s teeth nibble on your ear, “Always so eager to take cock in any one of your holes,” he spits those words, his statement almost like a slap in the face. “It’s okay though baby, I don’t mind sharing,”

“Would you and could you, hurry the fuck up?” Kuroo’s shorts are now uncomfortably tight and even kissing at your most sensitive skin wasn’t distracting him from how hard he was. “I’m dying up here man!” Kuroo wasn’t usually the whining type, well not in scenarios like this. You could tell the evening was getting to him, especially with the way his cock throbbed against your heat as he watched you fuck yourself onto Daichi’s fingers. “Kitten?” Kuroo’s eyes are swirling with lust, a beautiful dark, warm honey color filling his once bright orbs. “You’re ready right?” His lips press feverish kisses against your collarbones, nipping softly here and there. “I need you so bad kitten,” Kuroo’s arms wrap around your torso, head falling to your chest. “I need to feel you so bad,”

“She’s ready,” Daichi usually ignores the eagerness if the other two, knowing it was up to him to keep things on track when lust would cloud their heads. Daichi pulls his fingers from you, slowly, letting you mewl at the loss of feeling full. “You’ve been so good baby,” Daichi’s hands grab at your thighs, pulling you off of Kuroo. Kuroo uses this chance to free himself from his uniform shorts, shifting slightly as he struggles to get them off. You let out a soft giggle, watching as he almost falls off the bench. “Careful!” Daichi chuckles, his own hands pushing his shorts down until they bunched around his thighs. “Y/N?” Daichi’s breath tickles your cheek, head stopping you as you try to turn to face him. “I want you to tell me if it’s too much alright?” Daichi’s cock slips between your thighs, a harsh gasp leaving your lips as his hard shaft makes contact with your core. “I just want to make sure I’m slick enough,” Daichi’s hands devise a death grip on your hips, pulling you against him. Your lips split over his shaft, slit dripping your arousal on his cock. “Fuck baby,” The tip of his cock catches on your entrance, teasing the both of you. “Hmm, you ready?” Daichi’s tone is an octave deeper, his composure slowly slipping at the feeling of your heat over his cock.

“About damn time,” his question was directed at Kuroo who was now twitching in anticipation of what was to come. “Come here kitten,” Kuroo pulls you into his lap, leaving Daichi to chase the two of you once more. “I’m going to stuff this needy little cunt kitten,” One of Kuroo’s hands is placed on your hip, the other gripping the base of his cock. “Hmm, are you ready for me kitten?” You’re literally dripping at this point, your arousal covering your thighs, your puffy pussy lips, you looked a mess you were sure. Kuroo runs the meaty tip of his cock over your quaking slit before stopping at your entrance. “How long has it been?” You don’t know if he wants an answer or not but he doesn’t wait for one, slamming you down into his lap, cock filling you to the hilt with the one movement. “Shit kitten!”

“K-Kuroo!” You can only whisper his name, the word falling from your lips in a broken cry. “Feels so good,” His cock is so big, so thick, rubbing against your walls in all the right ways. You have very littler energy left but use what you do have to grind yourself into Kuroo’s lap, reeling at the way he desperately clutches onto your hips, willing you to stop, to give him a second. “Daichi?” You look over your shoulder to find your boyfriend fisting his cock to the sight of your pussy filled with another man’s cock. “Daichi!” You whine, shaking your ass at him, needing to be filled to your limits.

Daichi doesn’t say anything, his fingers gripping at your chin to keep your eyes on his as he places the tip of his cock at your puckered hole. “Do it-“ It’s Bokuto, ready to get this show on the road, over and done with, tomato, tomato, he wanted his turn and he was growing impatient. “Fuck her like she deserves,” Bokuto’s taken his shorts off at this point, his spit stained palm running over his shaft, giving him little satisfaction as he watches the way Kuroo’s buried in your pussy. He grunts, squeezing the head of his cock as he imagines your pussy enveloping his shaft, his cock buried to the hilt in your pussy, fucking you into oblivion.

“Oh I plan on it,” Daichi’s slow as he pushes in, stopping every time you wince or grimace. You’re tensing around him and his kisses are doing little to ease the pain. “I’m going to push in all the way, alright?” You give him a small nod, eyes dripping to where the two of you connect, watching his slick shaft disappear as his hips surged forward. “Shit!” You’re gripping him like you never want him anywhere but filling your ass, so warm, so tight. “Baby, baby,” He’s trying to give you a warning, to tell you to calm down before he’s unable to control himself but you’re beyond euphoria.

“Fuck me-“ It’s the only thing you can think of at the moment, the only thing you want, the only thing you need. You’re mind is clouded with lust, almost blank as you accept your position to be used by the two men filling your holes. Your skin is hot, the feeling of Kuroo and Daichi’s jerseys against your skin serving as some sort of relief. You can only focus on the feeling between your thighs, the feeling of being pushed and pulled, split open as two cocks moved in and out of you at a blurred pace. You’re sure you’re screaming by this point, fingers clawing at Kuroo’s shoulders as the two men use you at their will, nothing more than a fuck toy, nothing more than a hole.

Bokuto has to stop touching himself, cock bobbing as he pushes his orgasm back down. “Fuck Princess,” he hates backing down so easily, but who was he to deny such a beautiful request falling from your lips? He’d be a good boy for you any day, wait day and night behind the promise of having you in any position, all to himself. “You like that?” He knows you’re too far gone to even comprehend his question but the way your tongue lolls out, drool dribbling down your chin tells him you’re enjoying yourself. “I can’t wait to stuff you full of my cock princess,” the thick vein that wraps around his shaft twitches at his words, he was a little more eager than he was letting on. “You want that princess? To be properly fucked?” Bokuto couldn’t help himself, he often got like this when it wasn’t his turn to play.

“I think I’m doing a pretty good job,” Kuroo grins, taking Bokuto’s words as a challenge. His hands push at Daichi, replacing the former’s hands on your waist. Kuroo uses the force of Daichi’s thrust, his hands on your hips, and the force of his own thrust to bury himself inside you. This seems to be what you needed as you find yourself convulsing between the two of them, limbs spasming as pleasure washes through the limbs. You’re light headed, both pussy and ass sore against the continued actions of Kuroo and Daichi, each eagerly chasing their own release. “Wouldn’t you say so?” The question is directed to you but all you can see is nod, staring at Kuroo through a blurred vision. Tears well in your eyes, a few threatening to spill as Kuroo continued to fuck into your sensitive core, walls fluttering around his cock as you fight off a fourth orgasm.

It’s too much, you want to cry out, but you know Daichi’ll stop and you don’t want to ruin the moment. Especially when it felt so good, “I’m going to fill this pussy kitten,” Kuroo whispers against your cheek, tongue lapping at the tear that slides over the smooth skin. “You crying baby?” His tone is mock, nearly condescending. “Is my cock that good kitten?” You nearly want to smack him, to call him all kinds of names but the way Daichi’s fingers flutter over your clit sends you into a fourth orgasm of the evening.

Your hips slam down against the two of them, filling yourself with them as you come for the fourth time that night. Your body is on fire, heat stemming from your belly and filling each of your limbs. Your head feels like it’s filled with lead, swaying until it drops against Kuroo’s shoulder. You’re crying, the tears freely flowing down your cheeks, dampening Kuroo’s jersey. “Kitten,” it’s the only warning you receive before Kuroo’s twitching against your walls, painting them with his seed. “Fuck kitten,” he presses a few wet kisses against your heated skin, letting you bask in your post/orgasmic state as he tried to do. Daichi is the one to ruin his plans, pulling you off of Kuroo to have you to himself.

“Hmm, baby, you’ve been a such a good girl,” that has to be like the tenth time he’s said that, not that you’re complaining, you could listen to him call you a good girl all day. “Letting Kuroo come inside that greedy cunt,” that was it, that’s what had set him off. Daichi couldn’t help himself, watching the mess you had become due to the two others. You were his, whether he decided to share or not meant nothing. Especially not the way he folded himself over you, hips pushing against your ass with great desperation. You can feel every ridge, every bump of his shaft, rubbing deliciously against your walls. Daichi almost seems lost, his main goal to empty himself in your ass. You can tell, he has nothing else on his mind besides his release, even as he kisses you and repeatedly tells you what a good girl you are. Your nails dig into the skin of Kuroo’s thighs, grounding yourself as Daichi fucked into you like no tomorrow. “Gonna fill this ass,” he grunts, nails scratching at your skin, pulling your apart from him. His thrust as unforgiving, burying his cock further into you with each movement. “You want that baby? To be filled with cum in both holes?” Daichi’s hips falter before stalling, his head falling into your neck as he lets out a string of curses. You can feel his seed filling your ass, your eyes widening at how much he had to offer. Daichi offers a few more pathetic thrusts, fucking his seed into you before he has the nerve to pull away. This was usually the part where’d he take you into his arms and give you a million kisses, whispering praises as he delivered each one against your skin.

“Fucking finally,” Bokuto doesn’t know if he would’ve been able to wait another second, imagining how awkward it’d be to plant himself in the mix. He picks you up from between the two now completely spent men and brings you back to the bench he had been seated on. “Princess?” He sits so you’re in his lap, he needed to make sure of a few things before he proceeded. “Are you alright?” You almost want to answer no, each of your limbs feeling as if they weigh a ton as you struggle to hook them around his shoulders, opting for a nod instead. “Are you sure?” Bokuto’s fingers are on your hips but they’re twitching to be elsewhere. “Y/N, where are you?” He needed to make sure you were alright and when you give him the answer he’s looking for, he’s flipping you over. He pushes you so your cheek is pressed against the bench, ass high in the air. “You ready princess?” He’s more than eager, running the thick head of his cock along your slit, collecting juices as he waits for an answer.

“Y-yes,” you’re breathless, lungs begging to be filled properly as you inhale and exhale overly shaky breaths. Your body is moving on it’s own, pushing back against Bokuto, looking for more, biting off more than you could chew. Bokuto hums in appreciation, placing himself at your sopping entrance.

“You’re leaking back here princess,” Bokuto’s thumb comes up to stop the mess that Daichi made as your hole pushes it out. “A fucking mess,” Bokuto chuckles, pushing his thumb into your puckered hole. You aren’t expecting the sensation, gasping as you feel him wriggling it around. “You’re so damn fun to play with,” his hips are slamming against your ass, his hand leaving your hip to steady the both of you with a tight grip on your thigh highs. This is what he’s been waiting for, ever since he turned in the gym to watch you pull at them. “Daichi doesn’t know what a good girl he’s got,” Bokuto nearly comes as soon as your walls wrap around him, clamping down on his cock, begging for his load. Sweat quickly builds at his hairline, dripping down his temple as he pushes you halfway up the bench with each thrust, only bringing you back with the hand twisted in the material of your thigh highs. “So ready to take cock no matter how tired she is,” Bokuto stops his moving entirely, eyes moving down to where you swallowed his cock, watching as he slowly brought you back to his hips. “So eager to please,” you were so tight, and so wet, Kuroo’s load adding to the slickness between your thighs. “I’m going to fill this greedy little cunt princess,” Bokuto growls, almost possessively as he picks up his pace again. His hips are merciless as he pushes his cock past your tight entrance, craving the way your walls flutter against him.

“Boku!” You cry out his name, hands gripping at the bench as you can do nothing but lay there and take all he has to offer. “Please!” You don’t know what you’re begging for at this point, for him to let up, for him to go faster, for more, for less. You can only feel his hands on your body, one gripping at your thigh highs to pull you back to meet his thrusts, the other everywhere. He’s pulling at your sensitive buds, pinching them just to hear you squeal. His fingers dance across your shoulders before settling across the back of your neck, pinning you in place for him. This position seems to do the trick, his cock twitching as he watches you. You’re laid out for him, ass obediently in the air as you take his punishment, his pent up frustration.

“Let’s be honest princess,” Bokuto pulls you up so that you’re back is flush against his chest, his hand leaving your neck to trail down your stomach, settling between your thighs. “Only I can fuck you like this,” His fingers are quick as they flick over your clit, your swollen and abused bud. He was right to a certain degree, whether he got you at the end or the start of these hook-ups, you were always a mess around his cock by the end of his turn. “Isn’t that right?” He’s stopped his thrusting, massaging your rough patch of nerves with the tip of his cock as he grounds his hips against your ass. “Princess, tell your cap’n.” Bokuto whispers the next words in your ear and brings his other hand up to cup your chin, forcing you to look in the direction of Daichi and Kuroo. They’re hard again, looking at the scene before them like a predator watches its prey. “Tell him or I’ll stop-“ Bokuto delivers a quick slap to your clit, his chest vibrating against your back when he chuckles at the poor attempt to close you legs. “Tell. Him.” Each word is reiterated with another slap to your clit before he’s rubbing the sore bud once more.

“Daichi,” your eyes are filled with tears, almost appearing starry as the light in the locker-room catches them just right. “Only Bokuto can fuck me right,” you’re reward with your words with another release, Bokuto still rubbing the tip of his cock against your sensitive insides. “Bokuto!” You don’t even pretend to feel bad about the words you had been forced to speak, everyone knowing they were right to a certain degree, especially in times like this.

“Just like that princess,” your thighs shake as you’re forced to ride out your release stuffed full of cock, the pressure right against your most sensitive spot. Bokuto’s fingers don’t stop, his eyes gleaming as he watches you come undone around his cock. Your juices gush out around his shaft, soaking his thighs and abdomen. “Fuck princess,” Bokuto groans in your ear, his fingers only stilling over your clit as his own orgasm washes over him. “So tight. So warm.” He whispers, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You can feel him breathing in your scent, arms wrapping almost lovingly around your torso as he pumps you full of his seed. “Hmm,” he doesn’t want to pull out but he can’t stay like that, especially not when he can hear the excited voices buzzing in the hall.

“Look at you baby,” Daichi’s pulled his shorts back up, moving from the bench to come to your aid. He pulls you from Bokuto’s grip and into his lap, holding you as if you’d break. “You were so good,” he presses a few kisses to your cheeks, wiping at the tears that had managed to escape. “So good,” he motions something behind you, and you hear some shuffling before a shirt’s being slipped over your head and your skirt’s being pulled back up around your waist. “Baby?” Daichi looks from Kuroo to Bokuto before his eyes find yours once more, “Bokuto and Kuroo were thinking about coming back to the hotel room with us tonight, would you like that?”

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