#transactinides

[boeing-787]

i was the anon who sent u an ask about traincats a while back (and missed when u have answered it so sorry for not showing u an example earlier!! i dont mind u asking that one publicly btw)

behold a creature

EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS RIGHT NOW

[gracefulfern]

The Planet Elements and their Man-Made Colleagues

Text Laws + Author’s Note: Hello. While I have given anthropomorphic traits to the elements here, they are not fully human, and I am not m

I wrote a cool story that is chemistry related. It is entirely the Periodic Table of Elements. Specifically the “Planet Elements”/the Actinides and Transactinides. If you like those elements, I think you’ll like this story!

This story is 14,004 words excluding titles and the authors note, and includes lots of dialogue and interactions between elements, whose personalities are inspired by their properties among other things. There’s some mild worldbuilding, but mostly the true appearance of everything is left to the imagination. If this interests you, maybe click the link!

I’m bad at summaries, I’ll see if I can write one later. If you read and/or finish the story, please reblog this or send me an ask telling me how you felt! I’d really appreciate it. I’d love to see what Tumblr thinks of my story, considering it’s my first real one.

If you haven’t heard it today, I love you!

[dungeon-meshi-tournament]

hello, food autism cannibalism enthusiast here!

The main things you should be paying attention are 1) diet and 2) muscle activity, since the taste of the meat is usually determined by the disctribution of fat and muscle tissue in the cut + the sources of the fat.

Varied diet creates a more gamey/distinctive taste (since there will be a lot of different sources for fat, which affects its composition. For this reason, farm animals have a more uniform and less gamey taste, they are raised with a more restricted diet).

High muscle activity usually results in more bland meat (since fat is more flavourfull that muscles). A higher muscle density will also make the meat tougher, while more fat results in a more tender meat.

Of course, which specific cut of the meat is used is equally as important, but the info i gave should work as a guide when comparing two different people!

Which meat flavour profile is considered "better" is very much a matter of taste and current culinary "fashion", but i hope this helps people make their decisions in the polls.

Thank you for your input.

[ssc-chico]

if ud like, could u please draw shinobu? :3c

(*｀・д＼)ノ--＝＝≡≡卍

[schlarklezyaoi]

philjoshi...

PHILJOSHI…..

[starswallowingsea]

trick or treat!!! :3

You get a boss and his underling eeping

[mirrortouchedsea]

sending tatsukana waves in ur brain

Combined with a prompt from @agried on discord

HiMERU hated the church as soon as he stepped foot in it. Not only had his younger brother been stuck there for months, the bastard Amagi HiMERU had decided to travel with, would not shut up about trying to marry Shiina. And Kazehaya, on top of all of that, indulged in their shenanigans! Amagi’s whining was almost unbearable but it’s not as if HiMERU could just leave now. He had found his brother, his sole purpose in wandering the wasteland around them, and what sort of brother would he be if he just up and left over something like that? 

At the very least, it seemed that the church itself had also stifled some of Shiina’s cravings for food. There wasn’t anything about the building that would make anyone think that it could “cure” zombieism, but it seemed to do just that. At least, while the infected were within the walls, and only if they hadn’t fully turned and passed on. 

One night, after Kaname and Tatsumi Kazehaya had squirreled away somewhere (Kaname complained about HiMERU keeping him from seeing Kazehaya during the day, and would always run off at night, much to HiMERU’s chagrin) and Shiina had passed out in the corner with Oukawa, snacks spilling onto his lap, HiMERU was approached by Amagi. This wasn’t an unusual occurrence by any means, the two of them often planning their next day’s travels together after the two younger party members were asleep, but since finding the church the meetings had been less frequent and brief. 

“Hey, Merumeru, you got a minute?” HiMERU was sitting outside in the cool night air. The church was stifling in the nighttime. 

“He knows you’re going to bother him anyway, so out with it Amagi.” 

“So cold!” Amagi sat himself next to HiMERU on the ground. “Well anyway, I know Niki-kun is…I really want to marry him, since we don’t know when things will get…” Better, HiMERU completed in his head. It was always when, not if with Amagi. “I don’t know what I would do if something happened to him.” 

The various nights Amagi and Shiina had gone back and forth on that question before arriving at the church, HiMERU and Oukawa could tell Shiina had cold feet about it. Something from before everything, before meeting the two of them, kept Shiina from saying yes. Shiina himself had admitted to HiMERU one of the nights Amagi was out of town on a supply run that he wanted to say yes but didn’t know how. 

“HiMERU thinks you two need to talk like adults instead of the children you act like every day.” 

“You really think we act like that?” Amagi’s tone was teasing but HiMERU could never let a chance like this slip away. 

“The two of you are constantly fighting about the stupidest of things, delaying our movements and making our mornings hell. You can never be honest about your feelings and HiMERU would rather have the two of you sucking face in front of him because then at least you would be quiet and he could get some peace and quiet.” Amagi’s face had turned bright red at the last remark. 

“D’ya think he’d be okay with it, then?” 

“Amagi, HiMERU cannot stress this enough, Shiina is the only one who would want to deal with you for the rest of their life.” 

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As happy as Kaname was about seeing his big brother, it was a bit…overwhelming seeing him in person all the time. Before, at least, Kaname could lie over the phone about his activities, pretend to be doing everything his brother asked of him and his brother would be none the wiser. But in person, it was hard to escape the overpowering stare of that same brother who was almost detached over the tinny speaker of Kaname’s phone. 

It had been several months since they had spoken, so maybe big brothers just got protective when they didn’t know what happened to their younger siblings. The wild guy with red hair seemed to be protective of Hiiro, one of the other people staying at the church, and the two of them looked like brothers. Kaname’s brother’s friend (what a mouthful, but honestly Kaname could never be bothered to learn that guy’s name) was overbearing sometimes towards Hiiro, not letting him go out on dangerous missions, opting to go himself. If Kaname wasn’t…then his brother would probably do the same. 

Night was the only time Kaname got any time away from his brother it seemed. He would slip away to Tatsumi’s secret room behind the altar of the church and they would sit and talk. Kaname knew his brother resented Tatsumi, with how he never allowed Kaname to talk to him during the day, but he couldn’t understand why. Tatsumi was the one who saved Kaname, took him in even when he was a stranger to him and fed him. Tatsumi was even able to save Kaname after his… 

He hated to dwell on it. Tatsumi’s body was much warmer, Kaname curled up into his side. He would move mountains if Tatsumi asked him to, but he also saw how Tatsumi pushed himself too far. Curling up against him was the only way to get Tatsumi to actually rest some nights. Kaname didn’t want to watch the priest work himself to death. Tatsumi hated to disturb Kaname’s sleep and would indulge in the moment. Kaname didn’t totally understand Tatsumi’s religion, but the little he did know, he wished that Tatsumi could let himself be free. Just for a day. 

“Hey, Tatsumi-senpai.” Kaname adjusts his body so his head is in Tatsumi’s lap, staring up at him. 

“Yes, Kaname-san?” Tatsumi’s hand drifted to Kaname’s hair and Kaname closed his eyes, savoring the touch. 

“You need to sleep more. I’m worried about you sometimes, with those bags under your eyes.” They don’t suit you. 

“I’m fine, Kaname-san, but I appreciate the concern.” Kaname hummed and rolled onto his side, facing the wall away from Tatsumi. Ugh, couldn’t this guy just take the hint already? 

“Well I think I’m going to have nightmares again tonight so will you sleep with me?” Kaname did sometimes have nightmares and Tatsumi being nearby, especially if they were touching in some way did help ward them off so it wasn’t entirely a lie. A white lie, to get Tatsumi to care for himself. 

Tatsumi chuckled. “If it’ll help you sleep, then I’m sure I can take a rest with you.” 

Kaname immediately moved to make room for Tatsumi on the small bedroll they shared most nights. “Thank you, Tatsumi-senpai.” This close, Kaname could appreciate Tatsumi’s moles on his perfect face, tempting him to run a thumb over them, leave gentle kisses on them. 

Could Tatsumi officiate his own wedding? 

Maybe Kaname should ask him on a date first. When this was all over, Kaname could leave the church and they could get ice cream together, kissing the remnants from their lips. 

And maybe he should try and be content with sleeping in Tatsumi’s arms for the night until that day comes. 

[mihai-florescu]

way too funny that those two posts were directly next to each other. to me (ignore that this screenshot has 5 pixels total sorry)