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iraprince · 2 years

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breakout hyperpop star kir royale is reportedly STILL working on their second studio album, EVIL SEX POODLE FROM HELL! when asked about an estimated release date, royale had this to say: "god! i don't know! whatever! get a hobby! jesus fucking christ!"

#my ocs #kir royale #gallery

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themanhattanfoodproject · 1 year

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Coming up on the blog tomorrow: a new little series of cocktails that are perfect for this holiday season thanks to The Mixer.

#cw: alcohol #cocktails #kir royale #the italian gentleman #campari #bourbon #sparkling wine #creme de cassis #cava

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lust4wonder · 1 year

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Kir Royale at Virgin Hotel NOLA

#kir #kir royale #champagne cocktails #cocktails #nola #new orleans #neworleansfoodie #lust4wonder #wanderlust #delish #foodie #foodblogger #foodblog #traveltheusa #delicious #cocktail hour #cocktailporn #cocktailphotography

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radicchia · 11 months

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My impression is that a poor man can trap and abuse a woman or even several women, but a famous or financially successful man can have access to and abuse enormous numbers of women. I don't know if there are studies about the different motivation behind these acts, but a poor man might take out his frustration at not being given his perceived due by society on the women he has easy access to and who can't defend themselves or escape easily. A successful man might be so convinced that he deserves his privileges and his power that he thinks he can exert it over any woman he has access to. Both don't target women by accident, but a) because women are in a weaker position both physically and socially, and b) because no matter how poor or rich or successful or downtrodden a man is, a woman will always symbolise something he will never be able to do, which is to reproduce - a means to making himself live on after death that he is denied, therefore facing an existence which he perceives as meaningless and which he refuses to deal with in a civilised manner.

#had a kir royal and a beer for lunch #radfems please touch #radfem #rammstein #fans please don't come for me

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futurecorps3 · 10 months

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hello darling!

many congratulations on the 800 followers milestone, im so so proud of you for getting so far; it's entirely well deserved and for you to put in the time and effort to organise an evident with so much thought is incredibly considerate of you, thank you so much for doing so (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

on that note, i'd love to participate in your celebration if that's alright with you, my love

i'd like to request a 🩸 Kir Royale please for the Harry Potter Fandom, Marauders era, if you can, but im not opposed to Lightening Era either

and just some info on me :

i love men <3 ; i am open to listening to all sorts of music genres so long as it fits the mood, however, i tend to lean more towards R&B/Soul/Hip-Hop, Indie and Alternative Lo-fi, my favourite movies are all studio ghibli or animated movies, my top love languages are acts of service, quality and physical touch. i love deep conversations and listening to people tell me their story - getting to know more about other people is one of my favourite things to do. i want to be a mother one day, im a hopeless romantic who is very much into self-care and self-pampering, i also love baking, especially cookies and apple pie. i love art but enjoy paper crafting and watercolours the best and my aesthetic would be soft girl/light academia. i love my friends and family and value them above anyone else to the point where, if they were threatened/hurt in anyway, i would get incredibly angry and overprotective, which is rare for me to be.

some bad traits now... TT^TT time to expose myself - i can get pretty lazy, i tend to get into planning my life a little too much, i have perfectionist tendencies, im horrible at replying to people and can't resist chocolate and donuts or dairy products even though im lactose intolerant...i also tend to ramble sometimes for example, this paragraph XD

p.s thank you so so much for the kind mention in your celebration event post, you really didn't have to since you did most of the work, nevertheless, that was still so incredibly kind of you so thank you c⌒っ╹v╹ )っ huggies for my lovie!

Honey this means the world! Thank you so much mwah mwah kisses

James! Like I can totally see him baking with you (while eating the ingredients as you do so hehe), spoiling you with art supplies under the condition you paint something for him, and that whole protectiveness of friends and family screams Prongs!! He also dreams of being a dad one day so yeah <333 I actually headcanon him being lactose intolerant too so dw, he’ll eat the things you shouldn’t with you shamelessly. ❤️

p.s Thats the least I can do to reciprocate how sweet and kind you’ve been! Huggies all the way back for u

#Lola’s 800 follower celebration!#🩸Kir royale #james potter headcanon #james potter fluff #james potter x reader

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thewales-family · 1 year

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The Princess of Wales visits Kirkgate Market as part of the launch of a new campaign ‘Shaping Us’ to raise awareness of the unique importance of early childhood, in Leeds, England -January 31st 2023.

#princess of wales #british royal family #england #2023 #january 2023 #kir #kirkgate market #leeds #early years #early years 2023 #shaping us #the wales #my edit

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legendscon · 8 months

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This is your LAST CHANCE to buy tickets at the presale rate! As a fan run event, buying your tickets early is very helpful for us as the vast majority of our bills are due before the con begins.

Grab your tickets for the con & our Cantina Night party now: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/legends-consortium-2023-tickets-541786186067

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corvuscorona · 1 day

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like I added cassis and curaçao too but MY FOUNDATION WAS SOLID

#kir royale (also gin (also purple))

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murderballadeer · 9 months

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i’ve never been a big drinker but it has been fun figuring out which alcoholic drinks i enjoy. for instance my favourite type of wine is rosé, my favourite mixed drink for parties is a rum & coke, my favourite canned drink is hard cider, my favourite fruity sugary cocktail is a frozen daiquiri, my favourite fancy cocktail is a kir royale and my favourite spirit to mix with stuff is rum

#i’ve also learned i don’t think beer red wine or vodka #i don’t have a favourite liqueur bc i’ve only tried sambucca which i hate and crème de cassis which i’ve only had as part of a kir royale #soapbox #alcohol #<- for tag filtering purposes

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praebitorem-glaciei · 8 months

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There are many ways to kill Alee Destan.

Immortality, as a sorcerer he couldn't die. Any death was reversed by destiny, by Fate. But that never stopped him from taking advantage of the small reprieve that death brought him. Temporary and painful, he'd managed to find a way to make something he once feared, worthwhile.

1. Death silenced the Fates, even if for a short time.

Vesper's grip on his hip loosened, the mercenary releasing him entirely to reach for xyr gun on the bedside table. "Close, aren't you, baby?" Xe teased in a low voice, breathless and husky as xe continued xyr particularly relentless pace. Alee's moans were loud, especially as xe all but folded his body.

"Plea- ah~! Please, daddy-"

Alee's eyes squeezed shut as xe chuckled at his needy tone. Vesper tapped his bottom lip with the barrel of his gun. "Open." And obediently, the fox sorcerer opened his mouth for them. His pierced tongue darted out, making a show of licking and wetting their gun.

"That's a good little whore.." They cooed at him, a muffled whine escaping him. "Come for daddy then~" And with that, the trigger was pulled. The loud sound made their ears ring but the way he clenched around xem before his body fell limp to the mattress was worth it. Vesper's high came soon after, a soft groan escaping them as they collapsed on his chest.

They gently set the gun back down, exhaling deeply into his neck. The scent of his blood filled their nose and xyr ear twitched at it. They had this problem every time, his blood far too sweet and alluring. "Good boy." They whispered to him, knowing well he couldn't hear them.

2. Death often meant he actually got to sleep for a time.

Mieran was the last person to indulge his death kink, typically. But the reaper was well aware Alee wasn't the conventional lover. And sometimes he really was too cute to just pass up.

His kisses were breathless as Mieran's fingers did all the work, the sorcerer clung to him for any sort of grounding. He felt like he was suffocating, each kiss heavier than the last until he was lightheaded from the reaper's lips.

Mieran's fingers curled inside of him, the resulting sounds were sinful and wet. "Mmm~! Mie- Mieran~" Their moaning of his name spurred him on, laying them back on the bed as he added a third finger.

Another kiss, Alee's cheeks became tinted in pink as they never gained a chance to catch their breath. The next moan was muffled by Mieran's tongue slipping into his mouth, the poison capsule quickly transferring from the reaper's tongue to his.

Alee's lungs grew tight with every breath, his vision clouding as Mieran exhaled a soft chuckle at their fingers gripping him tighter. "Just from that?" He cooed at Alee's tightness around his fingers, his heart inevitably stopping from the fast acting poison just after he came. At least he looked peaceful resting.

3. Really he had no excuse for begging for the tendrils, but eh.

"So needy~" Lumio teased him as their tendrils moved in and out of every hole, knowing the man couldn't retort with the thick one in his mouth. The reaper watched with satisfaction as the man's eyes rolled back at the sheer fullness of the experience.

Lumio played with their dagger, gloved finger running along the edge as if to check its sharpness. They shifted positions somewhat, leaning over the sorcerer to watch his face with interest. They brought the dagger to his thigh, dragging the sharp blade along his sensitive skin. Alee shuddered beneath the cold touch, a muffled whine escaping him.

His cunt was wet and dripping as Lumio replaced one of their tendrils with themself instead, pulling his legs around their waist in order to press him hard into the mattress. With one hand to keep them propped up, they could use him however they pleased, including dragging the knife along his skin in deep thick lines.

The bloodloss would reverse any potential scars, it was almost sad, how temporary the bloodied marks would be. He was slick and warm, inviting as they dug their fangs into his neck while thrusting. The smell of blood and slick filled the air as they made use of their dagger further.

Waiting until he was lightheaded and barely hanging on before really putting him to the test. Several tendrils moved over his body, squirmed and writhed over his pale exposed skin. Until his muffled whines became weaker and his eyes rolled back and his grip loosened. Then they sharpened, piercing his skin and draining him of whatever remained.

Lumio bit harder, the sweet taste of his flesh and blood filling their mouth as he came around them and they joined him in euphoric bliss.

#>fic #kir royale heart emote

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navree · 2 years

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i’m sure someone’s already talked about this but i’m tipsy and rewatching the first episode of hotd and i don’t wanna say i liked it, cuz i didn’t like anything about that scene, but i did appreciate that aemma defies the tropes we see a lot of the time in media when women have difficult pregnancies and deliveries where it’s always “save my baby over me” that without fail happens every single time. but instead, aemma is very very clear on the fact that she’d really rather not be in the position she’s in right now, and when the men around her make the unilateral choice to perform a caesarean to save the baby at the expense of her life, she doesn’t do the Fictional Lady thing of lying back and saying she agrees, she’s fucking horrified and fights against it after having spent the majority of her screentime reaffirming her autonomy as a person, as more than a human incubator. and never submits to it. she doesn’t just accept the idea that her life has ceased to have value and that she should accept dying (in a brutal and horrible way), she very clearly wants to live and that choice is being actively taken away from her.

#personal #house of the dragon #yeah i think this is wildly incoherent but i've had a couple kir royales #but the point is i do appreciate that we're getting something other than the constant 'it's fine if i die but The Baby Must Live' thing #that we CONSTANTLY see in any fictional pregnancy #like this isn't about real life when that choice actually presents itself that's a very nuanced topic #that i am not qualified to discuss as i've not been in any facet of that situation #but in fiction it is literally always just long suffering women smiling and saying that they will gladly die #for The Baby To Live #and it's not a bad thing to see a woman who wants to put herself first and wants to be able to live and enjoy life #and is terrified and furious at the idea that she needs to die in order for The Baby To Live #and refuses to accept it as something that needs to be done and fights it as much as she can #i mean it's still a horrifying scene and until the season ends i'm going to avoid judgments on how much of the feelings i have about it #are intentionally put there by the writers and how much is just 'this is still a show made by a man and a network that'#'has already shown to have an almost perverse level of enjoyment for the brutalization of women when it comes to this specific franchise'#but this bit was........not good but at least smth i can nod my head at #anyway i hope rhaenyra finds out what viserys did and beats his ass

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iraprince · 2 years

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date nite 💓🎶🎷 (they/he for both! ⚢)

#my ocs #kir royale #marina ocs #seiji

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askwhatsforlunch · 10 months

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Kir Royal à la Lavande

On a sunny and hot day, perhaps spent in the excellent company of friends, chatting, singing, dancing, starting rose cuttings, and drinking (to recover!), this Kir Royal à la Lavande is a deliciously floral and delightfully simple Summer-y cocktail to sip! Happy Friday!

Ingredients (serves 2:)

30 millilitres/1 fluid ounce (2 tablespoons) Lavender Liqueur

a bottle well-chilled Champagne (or other sparkling white wine, such as Prosecco or Crémant)

Pour a tablespoon Lavender Liqueur at the bottom of each of two flutes.

Top with chilled Champagne.

Enjoy Kir Royal à la Lavande immediately! Cheers!

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coaz-photography · 1 year

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Apparently this is Kir Kanos, not Carnor Jax.

#star wars #kir kanos #royal guard #Galactic Empire #photography #toy #toy photography #coazphotography

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futurecorps3 · 10 months

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Hi, can I get 🩸 with marauders please? I’m pan and gender fluid, a libra, 3w4, slytherin. I like ppl who have goals in life and strive to achieve them. I wouldn’t mind some love-hate vibe too. I’m emotionally closed off but extroverted, even if my connections r a bit shallow. Still, I’m loyal and very protective of my close friends. Not actively interested in getting into a relationship, but I like to flirt and get casual with ppl. I have a bit of an ego, highly value my mind and my beauty. I never back out from any crazy dare and if there is a party you know I’m invited (and making the most of it). I can also be subtle and polite, depends who’s around. I like to work hard too, hate being unproductive. I love dogs, making music with my band, reading (booktok and classics), being needed, being around people, LDR and Nirvana. I hate people judging me for smoking, being vulnerable, unprepared, losing control. I stand at 170cm, average bmi with a little muscle. Rockstar gf/bf style with dark academia influences; golden wavy hair and dark blue eyes

Thanks in advance; this thing got deleted twice🙄🙄

I'm so sorry, we’re the same person. Like I’m actually shocked at how much we have in common (the hair, flirting, extroverted but not but yes and party thing especially??????) can we be friends-

OF COURSE SIRIUS BLACK!!!

You have that good quiet love my boy has been craving!!! I can see you two being that couple who you can tell is made for one another, almost like faith. Absolutely adores going to concerts and parties with you and staying at home sharing a meal or cuddling as you read is equally appreciated!!! He discovers a more vulnerable and soft side of him which he loves. You found each other without even looking for a partner and realized it was a match made in heaven (or hell because it's honestly cooler, take out the false bad connotation). Just- yeah I ship you both astronomically.

You're so cool btw

#🩸kir royale #Lola's 800 follower celebration!#sirius black and reader #sirius x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black fic #sirius black fanfiction #the marauders era #marauders era

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fox-buried-in-maple-leaves · 7 months

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Dies Animarum

A celebration of death and life.

“How long has he been up there for?”

Vesper looked up the stairs, arms crossing over their chest with a soft sigh. Lumio followed their gaze, the light at the top of the stairs was on, night having already fallen. “Coming up on two hours now.” Vesper reported quietly, there was some sound in the kitchen, Marilla calling for xem. “Could you..” Xe frowned but Lumio nodded in understanding.

The reaper headed up the stairs while Vesper went to the kitchen to help Marilla. As he stopped outside of a certain door, marked with hidden runes, the smell of myrrh reached his nose. The woody scent flitted out from beneath the dark door. They lifted their hand, rapping their knuckles against the door.

Shuffling, but no answer. Candlelight flickered under the door and Lumio sighed softly. Today was a hard day, it’d been a hard day every year for several years. But this year, he wasn’t surprised Alee had taken it even harder. “I’m coming in.” Lumio announced, undeterred by the lock as he entered the room.

November First. Dies Animarum.

A celebration of death and a celebration of life.

And the reaper knew the sorcerer had many to mourn.

Lumio shut the door behind them, locking it once more. Alee stayed kneeling in front of his altar, orange candlelight dancing over his pallid features. Smoke rose from the censer placed on the side of the altar as the gum resin within burned. The silvery star patterned table runner had been removed, leaving the altar bare.

He wore his official robes, the fabric stiff and bunched up as he continued to kneel. Wordlessly, he lifted the lid of the censer, uncaring of how it burnt his hand, and he placed another piece of myrrh within, closing the lid. Lumio drew closer, quietly kneeling down in front of the altar beside him.

“You have heard of the Day of the Dead, yes?” Lumio quietly nodded. “They celebrate their dead, build ofrendas so that the dead may find their way home. I find it charming.” Alee kept his head bowed as he spoke, words quiet, monotone. “Some cultures believe in a second death, of many varieties.” He continued but paused, lifting his head some to look at the altar.

Lumio also looked at the altar, a framed photo was on the altar, surrounded by various flowers including marigolds. Grief. “I find the saddest one to be the belief that once the dead are forgotten, they cease to exist altogether. A true death.” The leatherbound book that often remained at the centre of the altar was safely to the side.

“But we know that the end is the end.”

“Of course. But is it not still a societal death?” He countered quietly and Lumio hummed in response. As detached from humanity as they were, Lumio could see the very human nature in Alee’s words. “She has nobody but me.” He whispered suddenly, his voice quiet, like it hurt to say, like it burned his tongue.

Alee bowed his head once more, eyes closing. It was just her photo on the altar, but memories of others littered the carved wood. If Lumio tried, they could probably piece an identity to each item. But it would do him no good. He could put names and faces to the dead, but the point remained, he didn’t know them.

But, Alee did.

Death did not bother the sorcerer, he’d made that clear to the reaper, a topic neither touched on since their last conversation. And they knew that death in other ways didn’t bother him either. He’d seen so much of it. And yet he bothered to remember their favourite treats, or the brand of cigarettes they liked, or the subway token someone clearly cherished, worn with time.

“All of these people. Nobody?”

“Nobody.” A ghost of a whisper. “Nobody wants kids from the street. The undesirables of the world.” The sorcerer sighed quietly, tilting his head back and exhaling deeply. “I pray they have found peace in death that they could only chase in life.” He stared at the ceiling. “I know from observing, that it is sad. And yet.”

“You only feel for one.”

Alee frowned, red eyes returning to the framed photograph. She was much happier then. A photograph of them when they were younger. She’d always make a point to climb him in photos, the silver haired girl in his arms and grinning at the camera. His own, smaller, younger face trained on her, smiling.

There was a crack in the glass of the frame, one that split them near in two. Lumio almost didn’t notice it, until the candles flickered and the crack became much more noticeable. How painful a metaphor. “New therapist says I need to get over my grief, that we all lose somebody eventually.” He reached forward, gloved fingers adjusting the frame.

“Sounds like you need a new therapist.”

The sorcerer tried to smile at their attempt at humour, but he couldn’t manage it, a shaky exhale escaping him. Only eight months ago he’d achieved the impossible. Only eight months ago his grief led him further down. A heavy shawl upon fragile shoulders made of glass. As he leaned back, leaving the photo alone, a hand found his.

Lumio’s fingers intertwined with his, the reaper squeezing his hand gently. “I don’t know… If I’m sad or if I’m angry. It all feels so..” Alee trailed off, trying desperately to keep his voice steady as he observed the dead. It felt like an avalanche. Soft and insulated, but crushing, numbing. A world experienced detached.

Where even the strongest of emotions felt stunted.

Where even the most painful of memories flickered between real and not.

It was not an unfamiliar sensation nor way of life.

“Muted?”

Alee bit the inside of his cheek, nodding briefly. “I can merely hope, that in her moment of death, she knew how much I cared for her.” The tears that pricked his eyes burnt and he tried to blink them away but few escaped, sliding down pale cheeks. There was no way to know really. They both knew that.

And still.

“I’m sure she did.”

It wasn’t that Lumio was lying just to make him feel better, it was a genuine belief they also wanted to hold, for his sake. The reaper lifted their intertwined hands, his lips pressing against Alee’s cold skin. “You have mourned your death long enough, love. Come celebrate life too.” His eyes watched the conflicted expression cross Alee’s face.

And while Alee stood with Lumio’s help, he did not miss the way they had phrased their words. The death of who he was when he still had Sienna, the life he lost when she died. That bathroom saw the death of much. Some he was ready to talk about, after all this time. Others.. Alee’s lip quivered and he once more tried to blink back his tears with only limited success.

Lumio pulled the sorcerer into a hug, resting his chin between Alee’s flattened ears, arms wrapped around his waist. Shaky arms wrapped around the reaper, the sorcerer’s face all but buried against his chest. “I’m sorry I cry so much.” Alee whimpered, muffled by their shirt. Lumio raised one arm so that they could stroke his hair.

“You don’t have to apologise for that.”

They shifted slightly, so that they could instead kiss the top of his head. “But listen, my love, to the sounds.” Lumio whispered against his hair. And they both grew silent, listening to the muffled sounds coming from downstairs. Barely audible, Vesper exclaimed loudly, followed by Marilla giggling only to yell in surprise. Mieran’s amused laugh and Fennel’s exclamation to leave him out of it.

Life.

The house was filled with life.

And maybe not in the traditional sense, two of those lives were very much dead.

But it was still life nonetheless.

It was still worth celebrating, worth experiencing. Though muted, and sometimes so far away. There was something undeniable about experiencing the joys of life. “Tomorrow, Alee.. Will you tell me about her? The good things, the bad things, the mundane, I mean.” He asked, his fingers soothingly running through his long messy hair.

“...Okay.” “Okay. Come then. Our family is waiting.”

#☾*✲⋆. Fates' Will #☾*✲⋆. Creatio Ex Chao #⋆｡°✩ Alee #⋆｡°✩ Sienna #𓆩✧𓆪 Vesper #𓆩✧𓆪 Lumio #⋆｡°✩ Dead Orbit #⋆｡°✩ Severed Pasts #⋆｡°✩ Spiced Maple #⋆｡°✩ Kir Royale

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