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m42-fr · 4 years

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Some FR Food Headcanons

Inspired by a thread on FR, I may or may not have accidentally written up a massive column of text on the various foods of Sorneith. I’m gonna copy-paste it here! Also gonna reblog with some headcanons from other users on that thread, so I can keep track of the ones that I really liked.

Lightning: In a more modern world, I'm absolutely certain somebody's invented the equivalent of Soylent (the meal replacement, not people). A quick, efficient meal that you can live your entire life off of, liquid and flavorless. Most people try to get some real food in whenever possible, but a particular strand of dragons absolutely swear by the stuff and spend their entire lives subsisting on it. Lightning cuisine also has a wide array of shelled creatures, including crustaceans, beetles, and armadillos. Many traditional dishes use the hollowed-out shells of these animals as bowls, while others utilize the bowl as an edible element. Dragon jaws are strong, and many texture-based eaters love the feeling of the shell cracking between their teeth.

Fire: Firstly, as a spice lover, I 100% support the notion of Fire having super spicy food. Secondly, it should be worth noting that I personally headcanon a large chunk of Fire's territory being covered in humid tropical rainforests, nourished by the rich volcanic runoff and the moist sea winds blowing in from both sides. Climates are basically as far from realistic as you can get in this game, so really, anything goes. With that in mind, I personally headcanon a lot of Fire's cuisine to be like Indian food, especially the advent of curry and the usage of an insane amount of spices. Having such fertile farmlands lends itself well to the growth of all sorts of exotic spices, and even if you don't personally share my headcanons, it's easy to say that since it borders Wind, it could ship in spices from there. Also, Fire residents absolutely boil their coffee like this. No exceptions. Which brings me to Wind. If Fire is India, then Wind is China and/or Japan. Seriously, having that sort of aesthetic already, it's very easy to say that their food might be like that as well! I think they 100% have rice, and they might have a wide variety of spices as well - if Fire grows their own spices, then the two Flights likely trade their spices very often with one another. The Wind flight is artistic, creative, and adventurous, and their food is no exception. Wind has one of the greatest amounts of imported food, and it's well-known that they have some of the best and most well-traveled chefs. Wind, having a border on two large oceans, also likes to make sushi, seaweed wraps, and other seafood-based items. There's an interesting cuisine difference between the coasts and the mainland - the coasts tend to rely less on spices and more on meats and rice, while the inland likes to pack their food with spice, and loves to utilize doughy recipes like dumplings and noodles. Arcane food is very sugary. Faes have a special sweet tooth and a hankering for honey in particular. Arcane food is also very showy - the more colorful, the better! Many professionally-made dishes will even utilize inedible elements, such as crystal chunks and gold flakes, to really make a dessert pop. Arcane is also the home of food-based magic. Instead of potions, crafters will cover cupcakes in frosting runes, and mix magically-infused powder into their dough. While lacking the long-term storage potential of a bottled elixir, there's no arguing that magical confectioneries are significantly tastier. Their most popular use is in the realm of light pick-me-ups and mild painkillers. Why take a pill for your headache when you can just eat a magic cookie instead? Shadow food focuses heavily on texture over appearance. In the dark, the way food looks doesn't matter much - it's how it feels in the mouth that counts. Unsurprisingly, many of its dishes utilize mushrooms as a primary ingredient, and slow-roasting is a popular way to bring a dish to perfection. Shadow also absolutely loves puddings, and one of its most famous dishes is a dark, sludgy, tarlike stuff laced with dark chocolate and mint. Very filling, and so sugary that getting all of it down without making yourself sick is a challenge. Earth food is plain, but hearty. Tubers are the most common type of food; potatoes, carrots, leeks, onions, and other ground-growing plants are common. There are few traditional meat dishes, as meat is exceedingly rare. Earth food lacks many spices, but has an abundance of one critical substance: salt. The territory is home to massive salt flats that can be mined for their salt, and this alone makes up the backbone of its trading economy. Earth flighters love their salt - there's essentially no dish in their repertoire that doesn't use it to some capacity. Plague cuisine tends to favor strong, meaty flavors. They like their meat juicy, bleeding, and fresh. Given the land's propensity towards hunting parties and scavenger behavior, dishes tend to be local. Cooking is quite widespread, though. Most notably: stews. Plague dragons almost invariably boil their water before they drink it to rid it of potential diseases, and eventually somebody got the bright idea to drop some bits of food in the water as it heated. Plague is adaptive and will use whatever foods they find in their stews, so again, recipes are local, but a wide variety of meats are the most common. Bordering Wind, Plague also imports a very high amount of spices. Their region lacks the widespread farming arrays that would enable it to make spices on a large scale, and many from the flight love the extra kick spices give to their food. Ice food is hearty, with a solid serving of both meats and vegetables, sourced locally. Their distance from the rest of the world means that their food has remained the most traditional and locally-sourced of Flight cuisine, virtually unchanged for hundreds - if not thousands - of years. Most dishes use some sort of meat, typically deer, caribou, or rabbit. With a large population of Tundras, they also grow all manner of vegetables. Many in the Ice flight like to make use of all parts of a carcass, not just the meat. Tools, including utensils, are carved from bones. Hides are used as clothing and shelter. Organs may also be eaten - most of Ice's more 'out there' dishes involve some sort of strange organ, like a deer stomach that's been cleaned out and filled with a variety of seasonal fruits and vegetables. Nature food is also filled with both meat and plants, though has a much higher percentage of fruit-based dishes. Many foods utilize some sort of complimentary fruit, either as a side or as additional flavoring to the primary ingredient. As most inhabitants are the voraciously meat-consuming Wildclaws, their dishes tend to have a high amount of meat, and are cooked and flavored accordingly. Nature dragons like to slow-roast their food, cooking it until the meat's tender enough to rip apart with a fork and practically falls apart in your mouth. I like to think that Nature also is a big fan of sour and savory flavors - many of their dishes utilize things like lemons, limes, and pineapples. Light food isn't the tastiest, but it sure is the flashiest. Of the Flights, Light food is the showiest, and its bakers are exceptionally skilled in the art of making their dishes look the best. Light dragons have a propensity for large-scale feasts and celebrations. They bake insanely huge, mastercrafted cakes, and host banquets filled with exotic dishes from all around the world. Original Light cuisine is heavy on grains and dairy, creating all manner of beautifully knotted breads and succulent cheeses and butters. It also imports the most amount of ingredients and recipes; while it's hard to find a non-Light ethnic dish in Light that's as good as the originals back home, it's typically nothing to shake a stick at. Finally, we have Water. Water - what a shocker - really really likes seafood. As many spices and foods can't be transported properly underwater, they're quite uncommon, found only along the coastline and in the homes of those with the resources to magically ensure that their imports don't get ruined on the way down. They like fresh, raw fish, and probably also create something very much like sushi. They can't roast anything underwater, so they boil it all instead. Cuisine on the few over-land parts of the territory is heavily influenced by its neighbors, Lightning, Light, and Fire, and is just as varied.

#flight rising #my headcanons #the flights #my lore #mmm this is giving me some good lore ideas now...#think I'm starting to fall in love with Fire flight #I NEED MY GIANT SPICY TROPICAL RAINFOREST VOLCANO LAND DAMMIT

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hexephre · 5 years

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yikes... it gets harder every year to find art for every month. you'd think going to art schoolwould help. but now my time is taken up by weird stuff like teeth corn. teeth corn is certainly art, but i like to show personal stuff if i can, and anyway i had lots to choose from for december.

some chatter below the cut!

January: some dragons from my flight rising lair: Coruus and her copycat charge, Baltazaar. not pictured: his charge, Warden, who is actually a ward and not a warden. this charge-chain was born through me winning a dom raffle prize of a guardian breed change scroll and a nocturne egg titled "don't talk to me or my charge or my charge's charge ever again" and now they're part of a big happy poor starving suffering family.

Feburary: a composition for painting class that had to involve at least ten "objects", the letters A-Z, and the numbers 1-9. i made an "HD" version of a much more stylized piece i'd done a while back, though i also changed/added/removed some dragons. i should post the original sometime.

March: Fern the golden flower faun, one of my dappervolk pets. the dappervolk beta was such a great experience this year - it changed and improved so much over the months and i can't wait for it to come back for official launch!

April: a bust doodle of Kapari, a character whose design i still haven't really nailed down. disciplined and suave, he's the owner of a large trading company in Cyreneas who knows his strengths and isn't afraid to get what he wants. he tends toward a controlling personality.

May: a diptych of phos and cinnabar from houseki no kuni (land of the lustrous). done as prints for ottawa comiccon and anime north in toronto. god that anime is pretty. painting phos's hair was tons of fun.

June: a redesign of a dragon of mine, Zalitz. originally from my flight rising lair, he's an OC in kenah now, a co-founder of the city of drakavel. he's lived like 4000 years so he's a big boy. he spent a long time as a skydancer before becoming a wildclaw, so both of those are reflected in his design, though i obviously don't want to use too much FR in my original work.

July: my dappervolk spiral imp, Bingo Machine, giving my avatar a four-hand pap. dappervolk's art and colours are #aesthetic and deeply inspiring, but really don't express well in my flat doodle style. i hope to pick up some painting tricks from studying their art!

August: Ashes in Eyes, my D&D tabaxi bard. i love her so much. this piece got a lot of love on tumblr back before i accidentally wiped my account, which made me pretty happy! i don't usually use warm/earthy colours so this was a fun departure and i think it turned out really well.

September: afterlife, a three-page comic done for my junior studio class. the assignment was simply to incorporate found text into our work. i enjoyed hinting at a lot of symbolism and a deeper story behind what was on the page, although very little was really said or shown.

October: anthro Rylen. his design was always human-faced but then he started living in a world where everyone else was furries and it got weird. apart from that i also defined his body shape better - in the original piece he was super curvy and while i really liked it, he kept telling me he wanted to be more obviously male presenting.

November: shacks the luxray, from my pokemon pearl playthrough. maybe one day i'll get around to designing the others in my party as anthros. ...maybe one day i'll get back to that playthrough. let's go threw me totally off track.

December: the royal crest from legend of zelda in geometric style. i did five of these pieces using various LoZ symbols for junior studio. by the end i kind of wanted to never look at a vector again. i'll get back to them eventually i'm sure, but now i'm burnt out on them lmao.

here's to another year of art! i can't promise myself i'll better or more art than this year, but as long as i keep DOING art things will eventually shape up.

#stuff by hex #art #year in art

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imaginetonyandbucky · 6 years

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All I Need is the Air

Winter might die, but at least he wasn’t going to die hungry. And he wasn’t going down without a fight.

Tony led him down in his nest, an elaborately hollowed tree with a half dozen interior flets, all the way down until the floor under Winter’s talons was dirt. He couldn’t resist the urge to tear at the floor, to feel the earth crumbling under his feet.

Tony gave him a quick grin. “Need to scratch, a bit? Feel free, but there’s not much to forage down here. We can go out later, if you want. I remember how bad I needed to get my talons in the earth, back… well, I’ll tell you about that later, maybe. Let’s get those off you, okay?”

Winter hadn’t noticed the room, really. Hadn’t noticed the heat and the black and the red light thrown up on the walls. He didn’t know what it was; he’d never seen anything like it.

Fire.

He knew fire. Every avian knew fire and feared it, but here, Tony kept it like a pet, contained inside walls that glinted and glittered and shone dark red in places.

“What is this?”

“Welcome to my evil lair,” Tony said, grinning. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

Tony pulled out devices the likes of which Winter had never seen before and, after some coaxing, Winter put his leg up on a cold, oddly shaped, strange-smooth rock. Tony raised the tool and brought it down on a frozen gray stick and there was a ringing clang. After a few good hits, the shackle fell away.

Winter only vaguely remembered fire being involved, when the Hydra put the thrice-damned thing on him in the first place, being terrified and in pain, they’d wrapped it around his leg and seared it into place.

“What…”

“Metal,” Tony said. “Rocks with special properties. They become liquid under intense heat, and I can shape and change them to my needs.”

Winter blinked owlishly. “You do… this?” The Hydra in the mines had sometimes called the rocks that Winter and the other slaves scratched out of the rock “metal.” A dreadful suspicion rose in Winter’s heart. “Where do you get it?”

“I trade for it. Blacksmithing -- that’s what metalworking is called -- for raw stone. It’s dug up from the earth.”

“You… you did this to me?”

“What?”

“Hydra,” Winter spat. “Hydra plucked me from my nest, put these… things on me--” he gestured violently at the broken shackle “-- forced us to work in their mines, for ore. Or we didn’t eat. And they… they tore off my wing and you did this to us?”

“No,” Tony whispered. He looked so stricken, so horrified, that Winter was convinced he meant it. Or didn’t know. “No, no, I wouldn’t…” his voice dropped. “I don’t know. If… if that’s what’s happened, what’s happening. I… I’ll find out. I’ll fix it, I swear, I… I just trade, I didn’t know. I didn’t know. I’ll make it right.”

“Yeah?” Winter grabbed Tony’s chin and stared into those brown eyes, so remorseful. “You’ll take me with you when you do.”

“Yeah, you got it, sunshine,” Tony said.

(more under the cut, including additional art)

There were two kinds of problems in the world, Tony thought. The ones he could solve and the ones he could not solve. It was usually a matter of figuring out which ones were which, and then he could do what he did best. Ignore the things he didn’t know how to fix and work on the ones that he could.

He sent messengers -- Friday and Wasp and Marvel -- out. There were people he needed to speak with and materials that he needed. And information. He needed information more than anything else.

The forge glowed red for most of four days. He went through at least half of his remaining paper supply, designing, reworking, and configuring. He spent six precious hours working up a test-model from thin-carved wood. It would work, he thought. If the design held. If he could fix the controls. If he could lighten the power source a little.

He’d almost forgotten that he’d sent Marvel out to see if Bruce could spare some time for a consultation.

Tony had been trying to avoid Winter, which was harder to do than he might have guessed, but he didn’t usually have other people in his living space for long. He’d come across the other avian a few times, usually in Tony’s kitchen. The first time, Winter had bolted, leaving the seed cakes behind. It had taken Tony the better part of two hours to find him, curled up and hiding, single wing spread over his head to protect himself, in one of the far storage rooms.

“Hey, no,” Tony had said. “No, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” He had laid the seed cakes out, along with a small basket of fresh berries. “You can eat, all you want. It’s fine.”

Tony had never seen anything quite so beautiful, and yet achingly tragic, as the way Winter had peeked around his tattered wing to stare at Tony, full of fear and doubt and gratitude all at the same time.

Rather than deal with any of it, Tony had fled back to his workshop with renewed determination.

Aaaand, he was distracted again; brought back to the present by Bruce’s thundering wingclaps as he fluttered around the base of the Tower.

Storms! He’d forgotten to tell Winter they were expecting a guest. Tony cursed again, threw himself up -- he’d been walking, for the most part, since Winter’s arrival, not wanting to upset his guest, but he could move faster if he flew. “Marvel, tell Bruce to settle down, okay? He’s not a hurricane. I’ll be right out with him, okay? Thank you. J, have you seen Winter recently? Oh, thank you, I owe you a fresh draw of nectar, remind me, you know I’ll forget.”

He swooped up through the center of the Tower and landed neatly on the nesting floors. Finding Winter was easy enough; he was pressed into the furthest corner of the nest space Tony had given him. Since his arrival, Winter had been venturing into the Tower and its multitude of storage rooms, selecting branches and decorations to adorn his nest, and what he’d built was an enormous pendant nest that dangled securely from a high branch, ribboned with colorful bits of cloth in a pattern that Tony could almost, but not quite, understand.

Tony folded his wings against his back. “Hey there,” he said, cautious. “I know, that was big, and terrifying, and… look, can you at least come over to the entrance? I feel like I’m talking to your nest and that’s just rude. I’d feel a lot better if I could see you? Yeah? Oh, okay, good, there you are. Hey… that’s my friend. Bruce. I know, he’s very loud. But it’s okay. He can’t come up in the tree, he’s too big, but… I was wondering if you’d come out to meet him? I told him a little about you, and… Look, I’m good with machinery. I build things, that’s what I do. But he knows more about people. I want him to take a look at your shoulder, and your wing-stump here, to see if my idea will work. Can you do that? Can you come say hello? And just let him look?”

Winter crept out, dropping gracefully to the platform. He nodded, but his face was pale and every bit of him trembled.

“It’s all right. Bruce won’t hurt you either,” Tony promised, and that was a promise he could absolutely keep. The worst danger Bruce presented was accidentally knocking someone over by turning around too fast. Usually. Tony tried hard not to remember the times Bruce had gotten angry, and the sort of juggernaut he turned into. But this was just a simple medical inspection, everything would be fine, right?

“Now, just to warn you, Bruce is pretty big,” Tony said. He put one hand on Winter’s arm, for comfort, in case it was needed. “So, don’t be scared, okay? I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Brucie, poppet, darling,” Tony said.

Truth, Tony wasn’t pushing, or dragging, but Winter felt propelled out of the Tower and into open ground, where anything could attack them from the sky, from the land, and Winter’s gaze darted around, nervously. He scratched once or twice at the ground, feeling the earth crumbling under his talons.

The smell… reptilian. Set all his nerves on end; nagas? Not one he’d met before, but…

And then Tony turned around the larger root-wall. “Oh, there you are!”

Winter stared. At first, all he saw was a giant… green and purple… boulder? Maybe twice as tall as Tony, and more than double his height long.

And then it moved. Slow, ponderous, but sinuously. Like a great ball python uncurling from a nap.

The creature kept moving until it unwrapped itself. Like the naga, Bruce was human from the navel up, a belt of golden scales moved into a long, graceful tail, adorned with a double row of jagged bone plates. He had broad, powerful shoulders and despite the snake-like body and tail, was coated with colorful plumage. The tail split near the end into two end-prongs.

Couatl. He didn’t even know they were real.

Winter couldn’t breathe.

“Brucie,” Tony said again. “You’re lookin’ good.”

Bruce finished uncoiling, lazy, but still full of arrested movement, as deadly as a cobra. The ultimate predator, one that didn’t need to be perpetually ready to strike, because its prey could never escape. He unfurled two enormous, feathery wings and flapped them, sending great gales of wind swirling around Tony. It was impossible that those wings could possibly lift something as large and unwieldy as Bruce would be into the air.

The human part of him was… friendly-looking, at least. He had a shy smile and curly hair that flopped in his face. A tuft of feathers stood up from his brow, like a gaudy crown. “Tony. Good to see you.”

“So, this --” Tony turned all the way around, looking for Winter. “Oh, there you are, honeybun. Come on, come over here and say hi to Bruce.”

“Tony, not everyone is as accepting as you are,” Bruce said. Green eyes gave Winter a searching glance and something in the couatl’s expression was kind.

“Nonsense,” Tony said. “Winter doesn’t think you’re going to hurt him, because Winter is very brave and intelligent, and you, my friend, are a giant cuddlemuffin.”

“Who just happens to be almost eighteen feet long, and can breathe fire,” Bruce pointed out.

But when Tony said it, Winter thought maybe he could be brave. Tony was still all right, wasn’t he? After what seemed to be enough of a friendship that he could address the feathered serpent in such a casual manner.

Winter took a few steps forward, and then a few more. There was something very regal about the couatl, a creature who deserved respect. Winter engaged in a formal greeting, mantling his wing as much as he could, shaking the feathers out, and bowing his head. “Fair skies,” Winter said.

“Safe landing,” Bruce said, raising up to his full height and returning Winter’s bow. Despite the man now towering over him, Winter was less afraid, not more.

At full stretch, Bruce was gorgeous, graceful. His belly down was a pale green and the stripe down the center of his back was a dull purple. He coiled his tail around him until he’d sunk down into an almost seated position, which put him still quite a bit taller than Tony, or Winter.

Winter lost track of the conversation for some time, as Bruce and Tony shot back and forth words about craft, core metal temperatures, wind and air resistance, weight, and bone capacity, tensile strength. Things Winter knew nothing about. He found himself restless, in Bruce’s protective shadow -- what predator would be fool enough to attack here, with the couatl standing guard?

He scratched, turning up a number of small insects, which he greedily devoured. It had been some time -- he couldn’t remember…

He couldn’t remember.

Was that right? How could that be right? Surely, he’d been free at one point. He’d spoken of a nest, of being taken. He knew the sun, knew the powerful feel of air beneath his wings. Like a dream, not a memory.

Strange.

He scratched more. Someone must have taught him this, at one point. He had a mother, right? Nest-mates? He wasn’t born in the mines, surely he would have known that. There were no nests in the mines, but he’d known how to craft his, as soon as Tony had given him space to do so, had woven lovely patterns on the inside to look at and enjoy.

How old was he, when he’d been taken? He remembered fear, and the shackles going on around his legs.

What… what had happened before that?

There had to have been a before that. He was an adult, he…

Hydra had a new weapon; the nagas were usually kept out of the trees.

They could slither up ramps, or if the tree was narrow enough, they could coil around it, yanking themselves upward, but in either of those cases, the avians could fight them off, flying around and throwing spears.

But Hydra had developed a rock-thrower.

They hauled their creaking wooden machines to the trees, loaded them, and the trees crumbled under the impact.

Avians were crushed by the huge stones, and even a glancing blow could knock one out of the air.

The siege wasn’t fast; not like the raids the nagas sometimes staged, grabbing one or two chicks, and fleeing into the tunnels.

The siege lasted for weeks, while the avians tried to destroy the machines.

Finally, under Howard Stark’s direction, with a whole group of others, Steve and Bucky had launched a daring raid, hauling a net full of stones, and flown directly over the rock-thrower. They’d flown high, well out of range of the machine, up where the air was thin, and then dropped their load of stone.

The wind was cold in Bucky’s hair, pushing it off his face. He was grateful: hauling the stone was hard work, and flying in concert was even harder. “Remember that time when I talked you into flying near that cyclone, Stevie?”

“Yeah, and I got caught in the downdraft and spun around until I threw up? I remember.”

“This isn’t payback, is it?”

“Now, why would I do that?” Steve said, laughing. “We’re coming up on the drop point.”

The drop had been successful.

Mostly.

When they circled the battlefield, to get a closer look, was when it had all gone wrong.

Slings and spears had greeted them, and Bucky’d been wounded.

“I’m gettin’ you off the field, pal,” Steve said, flying over him and grabbing hold of Bucky’s harness. “You need a medic.”

“I can fly, y’punk, lemme go,” Bucky scoffed.

And then he’d been struck, a hard stone in the middle of his back. Bucky’d flipped, gotten his tailfeathers crossed, fallen. Grabbed out, gotten hold of a branch. Wings useless as his shoulder went numb.

“Hang on, hang on!” Steve yelled.

But he couldn’t hold on. He reached for Steve’s hand…

Reached.

And missed.

#Winteriron #prompts #tony x bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes #tisfan #beir #wingfic #flashback

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