#palate cleanser

[the-sensitive-sadist]

Thinking about making you worship my balls with your mouth while I run my fingers through your hair and jerk off on your face. You look so fucking pretty when you're helping me jerk off. You're such a perfect little masturbation aid, aren't you?

[cat-cosplay]

It's dangerous to go alone.

Take this.

[sdreamersc82]

For those who didn't understand my previous post, it's a joke.

Anyway, time for palate cleanser. I miss them 🥰

[mostro-lounge-menu]

hi manager seru! i’ve been absolutely loving the meals you’ve been serving here…the way you create them is so lovely, i’ve truly enjoyed all the ones i’ve come across ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪ so i hope you don’t mind if i left a little order myself!

i’d love a coral sugar parfait with the overblots and their partner reminding the boys how much they love them…just something sweet to cleanse my palate if you don’t mind o(^▽^)o

hope i ordered that correctly! and thank you for all of your hard work ♡

Ah, esteemed patron! What a joyful, glowing message to receive!

My goodness! The Manager (myself) is... beaming! To hear you've "truly enjoyed" our "dishes" is the highest compliment our kitchen could ever receive. We are so, so delighted to serve you. (♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪)

And you have placed an "order" for a Coral Sugar Parfait... as a palate cleanser? My, my. What a brilliant concept! You are asking for a "dish" of pure, unadulterated "sweetness" to balance out the "bitter" and "heavy" flavors that these particular "ingredients" (our Overblot Boys) so often represent.

This is a lovely idea. The kitchen is honored to prepare this for you. It is a "dish" of pure comfort, served warm.

Serving: A Simple, Sweet Reminder (For the Overblot Boys)

👑 Riddle Rosehearts

He is stressing. He is at his desk, hair a mess, muttering over a stack of paperwork, his pen scratching furiously. He's convinced he's "falling behind" and that a single missed deadline will cause the entire dorm to "crumble." He is being, in a word, hard on himself. You walk up behind him, not saying a word, and gently wrap your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder. He'll freeze. "I... I am busy! This is... not the time for...!" You just kiss his cheek, right near his ear. "I love you, Riddle." He stops talking. "...Not because you're the 'perfect' Dorm Leader," you add, your voice soft. "And not because you're 'always right.' I just... love you. My Riddle. Now, please take a five-minute break." He will let out a long, shaky breath he didn't even know he was holding. All the rigid tension just... melts... from his shoulders. He will lean his head back against yours, his face bright red. "...You are... profoundly distracting," he'll mutter. "...But... I... I love you, too."

🦁 Leona Kingscholar

He's in his "lazy" mood. This is his code for... "I feel worthless, so why bother?" He's skipping class, again, and you find him napping under his usual tree in the Botanical Garden. You sit down next to him, not to scold him, but just... to be there. He'll crack one green eye open. "Tch. What do you want, herbivore?" You'll just lean your head against his shoulder. "Nothing. Just... wanted to be near you." You'll sit in comfortable silence for a minute before you murmur, "I love you, Leona." He'll huff out a breath. "Yeah, yeah. Stupid... sayin' stuff like that..." But... he won't push you away. Instead, a large, warm, possessive arm will come up to drape over your shoulders, pulling you closer. You'll hear the slow, thump-thump-thump of his tail wagging against the grass.

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto

It is late. The Lounge is closed. And he is still at his desk, pouring over contracts, his glasses perched on his nose, rubbing his temples. He looks exhausted, and he's running on pure, anxious adrenaline. You walk into his office (you have a key, of course) and, without a word, you just... take the pen... from his hand. He'll sputter. "My dear! I am in the middle of—!" You'll just smile, gently, and kiss his forehead. "You're done for tonight, Azul. Come on." "I... I cannot! The... the ledgers—" "I love you," you'll interrupt, your voice soft but firm. "But I also love when you're not a work-obsessed cephalopod. And I really love it when you... you know... sleep." He will be so flustered. Mortified. "I... I am not a... 'cephalopod'!" But... he'll let you tug his hand. He'll stand up, his face pink. "...As... as you wish. Your... 'love'... is a... a valid... reason to... adjourn. ...Thank you."

🐍 Jamil Viper

He is, as always, on guard. He's in the Scarabia kitchen, cooking (for Kalim, of course), and he looks stressed. He's so focused, he doesn't even hear you come in. You just... walk up... and hand him a glass of water. He'll startle, "I didn't—" "I know," you'll say. "Just... drink. You look tired." He'll take it, nodding. "Thanks." He'll turn back to the stove, expecting you to leave. But you don't. You just... lean against the counter, watching him. "...I love you, Jamil." He will stop stirring. His back is to you, but you'll see his shoulders go rigid. "...Why?" he'll ask, his voice flat. He is bracing himself for a reason, a catch. "Just because," you'll say. "You don't... have to do anything for me. You don't have to 'serve' me. I just... love you." He won't turn around for a long moment. But you'll see him let out a shaky breath he's been holding all day. "...You're... distracting me. ...Go wait in the lounge. I'll... I'll bring you a snack... in a minute." (This is, you know, Jamil-speak for: "I love you, too, now get out of here before I get emotional.")

👠 Vil Schoenheit

It is the end of a long, long day of shooting, classes, and Pomefiore duties. You find him in his room. His makeup is off. His hair is tied back in a messy bun. He is wearing... gasp... a pair of very un-aesthetic, plain grey sweatpants. He looks tired, and he's mortified to be seen this "un-put-together." "Don't look at me, potato," he'll huff, turning away. "I am a mess." You'll just smile, walk over, and flop onto his pristine bed. "You're my mess," you'll say, your voice muffled by his comforter. "And I love you." He'll freeze. You'll roll over to look at him. "You're... so beautiful... when you're not 'on,' Vil. You're... you're cozy." "COZY?!" he'll sputter, horrified by the word. "I am not... 'cozy'! I am... regal! Even in... this...!" He's so offended... but he's also blushing. He'll huff, cross his arms... and then sit on the bed next to you, nudging you with his foot. "...You are... a fool. ...But... I... I love you, too, you... 'un-aesthetic' potato."

💻 Idia Shroud

You're in his room. He's gaming, his headphones half-on, and you're just... there. Chilling on his bed, reading. It's the "co-op" silence you both love. He's just lost a raid, and he lets out a long... hiss... of frustration, his hair-flames turning an angry red. You don't even look up from your book. "Hey, Idia." "...Wha...?" (He's grumpy.) "I love you." The sound of frantic keyboard-clacking stops. Dead silence. You'll look over. His hair, which was red, has snapped to a shocked, bright, neon-PINK. He is staring at his monitor, but he is not seeing it. "...F-F-For... 'real-sies'...? N-Not... not as a 'buff'...? Just... 'cuz...?" You'll nod, smiling. "Just 'cuz." He will... reboot. He'll make a small 'eep' sound, sink into his gaming chair, and cover his flaming face with his hands. "...'K... 'k... cool... cool-cool-cool... 'm... 'm... 'm 'pro-cess-ing'... l-love... you... too... shut up...!"

🐲 Malleus Draconia

He's doing it again. He's just... standing... at your window. Like a beautiful, seven-foot-tall, lost cryptid. He's just... watching... you do your homework. You look up, and you smile. You wave him in. "You're not 'Gargoyle-watching' again, are you?" He'll drift in, his green eyes bright. "I... was... just... 'observing'." You'll get up from your desk, walk over, and just... hug him. Right around the waist. He'll freeze—he's always surprised by your casual, human affection. "I love you, Malleus." His whole body will relax. Instantly. He'll rest his chin on the top of your head, his large, strong arms coming up to wrap around you in a secure, safe embrace. "...How... curious..." he'll rumble, his voice a happy, deep purr against your hair. "You... you humans... your 'reminders' are... most... 'welcome.' ...I... I love you, too, my... 'Child of Man'."

A "dish" served with... pure, unadulterated... sweetness! The kitchen is so delighted to have served you this Coral Sugar Parfait.

Thank you so much for your kind, lovely words, patron! It... it truly... makes the "Manager's" work feel worthwhile ♡. We eagerly await your next "order"!

— Manager Seru

[give-to-oblivion]

If you need a distraction from doomscrolling, here are some YouTube channels I like to watch to relax and unwind.

Behind the cut: Nature docs, cooking shows, arts and crafts, cute animals.

Feel free to reblog with your own favorites. I tend to skew heavily towards the cooking and nature shows; I canvassed friends for more arts and crafts recs but haven't watched all of those myself.

Cooking

Julia Child on PBS: Contains the full archives of The French Chef, Dinner at Julia's, Baking With Julia

Julia Child & Jaques Pepin

Jaques Pepin Cooking at Home

Jun's Kitchen (also has cute animals)

Townsends 18th Century Cooking (you will have to look up the playlists for each season, but there are many)

Tasting History with Max Miller

Sandwiches of History

PBS Food

Beryl Shereshewsky

Dianxi Xiaoge (cooking from small-town Yunnan, China)

Amaury Guichon (the chocolate guy)

Souped Up Recipes (Chinese cuisine)

Pasta Grannies

Animals

Livestreams of kitten litters:

Kitten Academy

Michael Sheldrake

Animal Wonders Montana (rescue sanctuary)

Arts & Crafts

Bob Ross: The Joy of Painting

Transcend Furniture Gallery (furniture restoration)

Florian Gadsby (pottery)

Crows Eye Productions (historical fashion)

Nicole Rudolph (fashion/interior design history)

Anita by Design (sewing)

Rachel Maksy (costuming)

Snappy Dragon (historical costuming)

Science & Nature

Explore.org list of nature livestreams

BBC Earth (Relax with BBC Earth)

PBS Eons

Moth Light Media (natural history)

Paleopedia

Dr. Smiti Nathan (archaeology)

Misc

Cecilia Blomdahl (life on Svalbard)

[theinterpretingbookworm]

[okaydays22]

[fantasticlavendercrystals]

Clarice x Hannibal recs - horrifically edible love stories

Hello Fava Beans. Happy belated Valentine's Day and Clannibal Day (Silence was born today). So today here are my top 5 personal recommendations for some romance intensive enjoyment for the pairing where we all have a tendency to justify ourselves (guys, sssshhh, It's alright. We're safe, in the shadows. It's fantasy, albeit a dark fantasy. I also fancied Jareth from Labyrinth and I haven't had a Goblin King take me to his kingdom yet - after ordering a goblin to kidnap me 500 times).

All fics are on AO3 (Archive Of Our Own) and where published within the last three years - the classics are great, but newcomers keep the love alive!

As always, 18+ recommendations only. Go watch Labyrinth kids - it's good, you're haven't developed your appetite for Hannibal yet. Come back later, kiddies :) Black-hearted adults...read on...

(AI Generated Image whilst I am working on my drawing skills - but the prompts are mine, so here's a Valentine's Day card for the fandom)

A Particular Silence by AverageHarpyUser (completed)

Did Hannibal (2001) not scratch that bad romance desire in your heart and soul? Well this might. It's a good chunky One-Shot that is over 5000 words with a delightful mix of Krendler-themed gore and beautiful wording from a fresh fan-favourite AO3 author.

A sample of the fic: Would they give you a medal, Clarice?” His eyes sparkled with something you couldn’t quite place before he continued once more, “Would you have it professionally framed, and hang it on your wall? Would being rewarded by a simple wall hanger stop you–”

2. Liquid Heart by elizabethlovestatu

Guys, do ME a favour - read this and comment! It's the most good fun in the fandom right now - but there's one problem - To be continued. I can't let it end this way without protest when we have the perfect dramedy - A Verger-hating plot, a cunning and sexy Hannibal who is devoted to our Special Agent Starling, Clarice and Crawford having a love-child that shares Lecter's DNA - come on, what more do you want? READ. IT. Now. We are a few chapters away from the end, and even if you read it unfinished as I did, you can imagine a good happily ever after.

A sample of the fic: “Perhaps that’s what the Tattler would prefer,” Clarice did her best not to smile at the ridiculousness of the situation. “See the fearsome beast return for the princess he managed to seduce.”

3. A Fairytale in Crimson by LCr86

LCr86 needs no introduction, the author is the IT-writer of the fandom right now, and for good reason. The prose are poetic, mythic, and tight, but I want to give some love to a new direction LCr86 is going in right now. A Fairytale in Crimson is claustrophobic, dangerous, and haunting in the most darkly romantic way possible. It's more restrained than her previous works, so it is good to let shimmer on a medium-heat over a roast dinner.

A sample of the fic: His Lord the Count.

He looked entirely himself, even more so than she remembered him. He wasn’t sun-tanned, nor was he pale. He was somewhere in between, vital and alive… and dangerously free.

4. All in green my love went riding by Louisfriend (completed)

6 completed chapters of cheeky Clarice and Hannibal banter - it's delicious. Hannibal is a mastermind, Clarice is curious as we deal with a Chapter 101 rewriting.

A sample of the fic: He nodded. “We’ll get to that in time. For now, breakfast?” He inclined his head slightly, indicating inside. 

Starling felt a small and sudden spike of alarm at the thought of eating at the dinner table again. She supposed it showed on her face, because he said, “we’ll eat on the patio if you’d like. You can keep your view.”

5. Low on Discipline Lecter Lecter & Clarice [One Shot] by TheCrownless2 (Completed)

A fun, erotic, one-shot about Clarice's desire for an escapee. I'm not a fan of the dessert, but the main course is to die for!

A sample of the fic: "No.” Clarice took a hand towel off the rack and handed it over to Lecter. When he took it, their fingers brushed for a moment and she felt her cheeks flush. “Are you any good with ciphers?” She added quickly, turning her head down. 

Happy Belated Valentine's Day Fava Beans ❤️🖤🤍