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hookedonapirate · 4 years

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Trick or Treat

A/N: It feels so great to post again. I've been in a writing slump for several weeks now, so I wanted to write something short and sweet to get the writing juices flowing. Thank you @hollyethecurious for your ideas for the premise and @darkcolinodonorgasm for Killian’s costume!

Rated: Teen and up for mature language

“Well, that’s disturbing.” Emma grimaces at the zombie gnome with gnarly teeth, reaching out with dirt and blood covered hands like he's coming out of the ground to get them. Even though it's not real, the graphics are enough to give a kid nightmares.

“That’s so cool, Mommy!”

Well, any kid who’s not her seven-year-old son that is. Henry runs down the sidewalk, his oversized hat falling off his head. He’s a ball of energy most days, but tonight, he’s extra energetic, and he hasn’t even had any candy yet.

“Kid, your hat!” She follows after him, picking up his hat from the winding walkway which is lined with jack-o'-lanterns on each side. But as she passes each one, she’s surprised when she realizes these aren’t just typical jack-o'-lanterns with a mouth, nose and eyes carved into them. No, these are intricately crafted jack-o'-lanterns. One is carved into a haunted house, one is a graveyard full of ghosts, another looks like a skull from afar, but up close, it appears to be carved into long stem mushrooms and grass. Her favorite is the pumpkin carving that mimics a scene from the Nightmare Before Christmas.

Like seriously, who has time to carve out all these pumpkins? And why weren’t the Jack-o'-lanterns on display as she had seen at the Night of 1,000 Jack-o'-lanterns at the Chicago Botanic Garden? Whoever carved these has some ridiculous artistic talent. They are also way too into Halloween, because their yard is all decked out. There are games set up on tables in the yard, skeletons and ghosts hanging from the trees and tombstone yard signs all over.

As she walks up the steps to the house, fake fog sweeps around her feet, the porch is covered in fake cobwebs with large spiders and the porch railing is lined with decorated jars, “potions”, skulls and other Halloween themed knickknacks. She laughs at the potion bottle labeled, “love potion.” When she reaches the door, which is wide open, a group of kids in cute costumes gathered around waiting for treats, she’s expecting the three looney witches from Hocus Pocus to emerge from the house.

When a man in a black top hat, tailcoat and a cane appears through the door with a bowl full of candy, she realizes how wrong she is.

Boy, is she wrong.

Holy shit, he’s gorgeous. His skin looks ghostly white from the makeup on his face and he's wearing a brown curly mustache, but those vivid blue eyes are so very blue, even in the dark and under the hat he’s wearing. She’s afraid those eyes will set her on fire when he looks at her.

“Trick or treat!” the children chorus.

Emma can’t take her eyes off the man as he excitedly hands out candy.

“I love your costume, lassie,” he compliments a little girl who's wearing an Elsa costume.

He has an accent? Holy hell.

The little girl frowns, clearly not understanding what he meant by lassie. “I’m not a dog, I’m Elsa.”

He chuckles, dropping a candy bar into her pumpkin bucket. “My apologies, Elsa. Please don’t blast me with ice.”

“Thank you, mister,” she says cheerfully before scurrying down the steps to meet her parents at the end of the walkway.

“Trick or treat!”

The man looks toward the small voice, seeing Henry approaching him. He grins big and wide, which makes him look much creepier than he already looks in his costume. Creepy, but sexy. “Well, hi there. Captain Hook, I presume?”

Henry nods his head and opens his Halloween sack, using his plastic hook to hold one of the straps.

“Very nice costume, lad. My favorite one so far.”

“Thank you. I made it,” Emma boasts with a smile as she steps behind her son, placing the hat on his head. She’s not normally one to brag, but then again bragging doesn’t normally afford her the opportunity to talk to ridiculously handsome strangers.

The man looks up, and when his eyes finally connect with hers, he completely steals her breath. She was wrong. His smoldering blue eyes don’t set her on fire, but they do make her melt.

And his heavy stare makes her skin tingle.

“You made this lovely costume?”

She waves her hand nonchalantly. “It was easy. Just took a red, long-sleeved shirt, some ribbon and slapped some red felt and white feathers on a straw hat and voila.”

“Very impressive, lass.” He glances at her shirt briefly before returning his eyes to hers. “Did you also make your costume?” he asks, his eyes dancing with mirth. He must have been referring to her red leather jacket and white t-shirt that reads, “This IS my Halloween costume.”

Emma laughs. “No, I bought it on Amazon.”

“Wow, Mom, check this out! Full-size candy bars!” Henry shouts excitedly when the stranger deposits the candy bar into his sack.

Emma tears her eyes from this man’s mesmerizing blue ones to see the full-size Snickers bar Henry’s holding out to show her. “Huh, people actually do give out full-size candy bars.” She looks up at the man. “I’m impressed. Let me guess, you also carved those pumpkins, too?” she asks, pointing to the pumpkins in his yard.

He nods with a small smile. “I did. You’d be amazed by what I can do with these hands,” he says smugly.

Emma wants to roll her eyes, but she can’t deny she very much wishes to find out exactly what he can do with those hands. Instead, she flashes a sarcastic smirk. “So who are you supposed to be, Jack the Ripper?”

He chuckles. “Not quite. I’m a gentleman from the Victorian Era. A devilishly handsome gentleman, may I add.”

She cocks a brow, laughter bubbling in her throat. “If by a devilishly handsome gentleman, you mean creepy.”

He sets down the candy bowl and surprises her when he takes her hand in his and lowers his head, murmuring softly as he looks up at her. “The name’s Killian Jones. And it just so happens, I’m always a gentleman. Not just on Halloween.” His touch sears her skin, then he presses his lips to the back of her hand and it feels like electrical currents are surging through her. Her breath catches, and she’s worried he will notice. Judging by the smirk spreading across her skin, he definitely noticed.

Emma turns her head, looking for her son, whom she spots in the yard playing games with the other kids, their parents supervising them. “I should get back to my son.”

This man actually pouts as he releases her hand. And it’s freaking adorable. “I told you my name and yet you haven't told me yours?”

She bites her bottom lip, contemplating whether she should or not. But then again, what’s the harm? It is a small town, so they’ll probably end up running into each other again at some point. “It’s Emma.”

He grins, making her heart melt. “Nice to meet you, Emma.”

“Likewise.”

He scratches behind his ear, which makes him look less creepy and even more adorable. “I’ve never seen you before. Are you new in town?”

“I’m from Chicago.”

“Well, love, welcome to Storybrooke.”

Oh. Now he’s calling her love? Can this man get any sexier? Jesus Christ. “Thank you.” She gives him a shy smile and turns to head down the steps.

“Wait. Before you go, I have a treat for you, too.”

She spins around, arching her brow. “Oh, that’s okay. Henry will share some of his candy with me.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “This treat is not for kids.”

Emma gulps. “What kind of treat did you have in mind?” Something salty? Her mind definitely did not go into the gutter there. Okay, it totally did.

He heads inside, then returns not a moment later with a caramel apple.

“A caramel apple?” She almost sounds disappointed. But she’s definitely not.

“Aye, but not just any caramel apple. It’s an adult caramel apple. So make sure you don’t share this with your lad.”

She eyes it suspiciously. “It’s not laced with love potion, is it?”

He chuckles and leans closer, whispering in her ear. “No. But it is laced with cannabis-infused butter.”

Emma smirks as she takes the caramel apple. “Wow, you really go all out on Halloween, don’t you?”

He shrugs. “You should come back around Christmas.”

“Oh God, you’re not one of those people who goes completely crazy with the Christmas lights and the decorations and Santa and his reindeer on the roof, are you?”

He shrugs again, donning a smirk. “Guess you’ll have to wait and find out.”

“Is that an invitation?” Because she's definitely not thinking about inviting him to get high and engage in hot, sweaty sex with her. Not at all.

“Perhaps. Do you and your son enjoy hot cocoa and watching Christmas movies in front of a cozy fireplace?”

She eyes the caramel apple and then glances up at him. “Does Santa enjoy adult cookies with his milk?”

His grin widens, making her heartbeat skyrocket out of her chest. “Aye, then it’s a date.”

Emma rolls her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. “Not a date.” She doesn’t like the idea of waiting until Christmas to see him again, though.

His face clouds with guilt. Sorry, love, I just didn't see a wedding ring on your finger so I assumed-”

“I'm not married,” she clarifies, her cheeks flushing because of the fact that he was curious enough to check her hand for a ring. “Nor do I have a boyfriend. I'm single.” Very single. She's never been so glad to be single before.

He sighs in relief, which gives her the courage to say what's on her mind and to thankfully change the subject.

“You know, adult cookies aren’t just for Christmas...”

He cocks his brow, and good Lord, she really needs him to stop doing that, because it’s doing things to her breathing and her heart. “No? What other special occasions are they for?”

She shrugs. “Like a Saturday night, say next week when my parents are taking Henry for the weekend.”

His eyes flash with something she can only describe as excitement. Or anticipation, maybe? “But still not a date, right?”

She shakes her head. “Nope, just two adults enjoying their adult cookies.”

He laughs. “Okay, I’ll bring the apple cider.”

“Sounds like a date,” she says accidentally when she had meant to say Sounds like a plan. But she doesn't even bother correcting herself as her cheeks warm with blush. She backs away and manages to rip her eyes from him to turn around and head down the steps. She finds Henry playing a game with the kids and takes his hand, telling him it’s getting late. He leaves with a groan but doesn't make a fuss.

As they leave the yard, Emma turns around, getting one last glimpse of the devilishly handsome Victorian gentleman. He winks and smiles at her, making her heart stutter, and she blushes and walks away as she leaves with her son.

She had doubts when she moved to this small town to start over, but the warm feeling in her chest is telling her perhaps coming to Storybrooke wasn't a bad idea after all.

Tagging a few people who might be interested in reading:

@kmomof4 @teamhook @ilovemesomekillianjones @onceuponaprincessworld @artistic-writer @nikkiemms @snowbellewells @donteattheappleshook @itsfabianadocarmo @searchingwardrobes @melly326

#cs ff #captain swan #halloween

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samcro-girl · 5 years

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Taken

(Chibs x reader)

Requested by : @band--psycho , Hey! Can I have a Chibs x reader imagine where the reader is a really shy, quiet person and doesn’t really fit in with the club, but when she gets kidnapped the guys (especially chibs) realise how much they care for her, if that makes any sense.

A/N; thanks for the great request, hope this is what you wanted. The timeline is a bit messed up because I can’t remember everything that happend :)

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Being a office worker at the TM had to be one of the strangest jobs around, especially seeing as you were the complete opposite of the leather wearing bikers and the needy croweaters. The fast pace and the loud atmosphere of the club were completely different to the things that you were comfortable with. But a job is a job and it wasn’t too bad, the boys only sometimes bothered you to invite you to the parties , or in Tigs case, into his dorm. The only one who you didn’t mind bothering you was Chibs, because let’s be honest, you could listen to that accent all day. The conversation between the two of you could last for hours if uninterrupted, talking about anything and everything.

“Gem, I’m all done here so I’m going to head home for the night, if that’s all right?” you say to Gemma while leaning on the frame of the office door. “Ok sweetie, thanks for the extra time you did today, all of the paperwork was drowning me.” Gemma replied with a tight lip smile, turning her head from the computer to you. “ Yeah of course, happy to help. I’ll see you tomorrow.” “What time?” Gemma asked jokingly. “8:30, just like always.” You reply with a small smile , “Goodnight Gemma.” “Goodnight Y/N.”

Walking out of the office and towards the few cars that were still at the garage you spotted a certain biker who was sat on the bench by the boxing ring. Chibs stepped off of the table, and dropped his cigarette as he sauntered towards you, crushing it beneath his boot.

“Ya know lass, if your going home this late you should probably have someone with ye, just in case somthin’ happens.” Chibs said with a smile leaning in the side of your car.

“Chibs, it’s not even dark yet, I think I’ll be ok.” You reply with a smile, trying not to get caught staring at his handsome face.

“Alright, sweetheart. I’ll see ya tomorrow then?” “Bright and early. ‘Night Chibs.” You say while opening the door to your car and getting in. “Goodnight, love” Chibs responded at your window, standing back to make sure his feet weren’t rolled over. With a little wave to Chibs and the others who had just exited the club house, you made your way home.

After you rolled into your parking space and parked the car you picked up your bag from the front seat and walked up to your front door. It was unlocked. “Huh..that’s weird.” You whisper under your breath, you were sure you locked it before leaving to TM this morning. Cautiously, you walked into your house and quietly set down your bag on the kitchen table. “Sorry about this,” a voice with an Irish accent said before ramming the butt if his gun into the back of your head, making everything go dark.

—Time skip, next morning—. Third person POV

“It’s 9:15 god dammit! Where is she?” Gemma shouted to Chucky, who was in the office, as she was standing outside waiting for Y/N’s car to turn up. “I dunno Gem , maybe all our crazy shit made the girl run for the hills.” Tig said while cleaning his hands in a rag after working on a car. “ Very funny Tiggy, she’s not that stupid,” Gemma replied. “ She’s never been late, not even when she was sick.” “ Aww is Gemma worried for the office nerd, how sweet.” Tig said sarcasticly, with an over-the-top pout on his face.

“Chibs! Come here a minute.” Gemma shouted across the yard.

“Yes darlin’ , what can I do for ye?” Chibs asked Gemma. “Could you go check up on Y/N please, just see what’s going on.” Gemma said at the same time as checking the computer to write down Y/N’s address. “Yeah ok. Tiggy you’re with me.” Chibs replied, taking the address from Gemma and walking over to his bike.

“ Alright, brother.” Tig answers, also mounting his bike.

The ride to Y/N’s house was short and the boys immediately noticed that the front door was wide open. They looked at each other and pulled out their guns from their waistbands and pointed them towards the door. Chibs entered the house first, slowly making his way towards the kitchen, while Tig headed towards the bedrooms. Chibs’ eyes were instantly drawn to what looked like an abnormal note stuck to the fridge. ‘Sorry about this boys, if your reading this it means we have your girl.’ His heart stopped. ‘All we want is for you to pay the 150k for the guns and you’ll get the girl back. You have until Wednesday noon. Call the number when your ready.’ He grabbed the note and flipped it over seeing Galen’s phone number. “No no no, SHITE!” Chibs shouted, dropping his gun on the counter to hit the cupboard door with both hands, enough times for it to brake. “Whoa brother, what’s going on?” Tig asked, walking into the kitchen, gun still raised. Chibs don’t say anything, he just handed Tig the note and slumped into one of the kitchen chairs. “Jesus Christ.” Tig sighed. “How are we supposed to get 150 thousand in one day?” “I don’t know if we can.” Chibs replied, “But I swear to God if they hurt her, I’ll kill the lot of ‘em,” anger lacing his voice.

“Wait , why would they take Y/N? She isn’t a member or an old lady so why her?” Tig asked Chibs, who don’t respond. “Chibs?” Tig said whilst squatting in front of the Scotsman. Chibs looked up at Tig and tensed his jaw, tears glistening in his eyes, “They’re doing it to hurt me.” He said, voice thick with emotion, not making eye contact, “They must have been watching for a while and figured out that.. that I...”.

“That you what? Chibs?” Tig replied softly, looking at Chibs in confusion. “That I care for the lass, properly.” Chibs almost whispered, finally meeting Tigs eye. “ We’re gonna get her back brother” Tig said; trying to hide the fear and sadness that he felt. “We have to.” He added, pulling Chibs up from his seat and into a hug.

—— At Church——

“What are we waiting for, we know we can’t get the money so let’s go get her back by force!” Chibs almost screamed at Clay, slamming his hand on the table.

“We can’t, if we did that it would start a war that we wouldn’t win,” Clay replied, taking a drag of his cigar, “ We need to get that money before they do some shit to the girl.”

Chibs hung his head low and stared at the same spot on the table. “I have to get her back, I need to make sure she’s ok,” Chibs muttered, just loud enough for the boys to hear.

“And we will brother, we all want her safe.” Jax said in a comforting voice. “If we pool all our money we got and add the spare from Caracara, what? 120k. That leaves us 30 short.”

“What about TM? No money there?” Bobby asked Clay. “No, we used it to buy the new truck,” he answered. “What about that stock of meds, it must be worth at least 30k right?” Tig said.

“It’s got street value but it’s gotta be sold in bulk or it’s worthless. The problem is finding a buyer.” Juice answered, fiddling with his rings.

“What are you waiting for? Find us a buyer!” Clay shouted, banging the gavel against the table.

—— Time skip meet with Irish—— Y/N POV

“Please let me go, I swear I don’t know anything! Please!” You shout for what seems like the hundredth time, wrestling with the rope, which tied your hands behind your back and to the sides of the chair they sat you on. Your head snapped to the side with the force of the Irishman’s backhand, adding the the pain you felt almost everywhere. “Shut the fuck up girl! That’s the last time I’m gonna tell you! I don’t give two shites what you know or don’t know,this isn’t about you! Christ!” the man screamed, raising his hand to his forehead. You stayed quiet eventhough your mind was racing. What did he mean ‘I don’t care what you know’? What other reason could you be here for? Another man entered the room talking on his phone, “You really think I wouldn’t keep good on my word? Now that really hurts my feelings, Filip.” You sat up, filled with hope at the mention of Chibs. “It’s the Irishman’s code..... Yeah your girls here but if you don’t get the money then I can’t guarantee she’ll be this pretty when you next see her.” He’s stroked your cheek and thrust the phone next to your mouth, “ Go on, tell them that your alive.” “Hello?” You said. “Y/N? Y/N! Darlin’ are you ok?!” The panicked voice if Chibs rang through the speaker. “Yes! Yes I’m ok but I’m scared Chibs..... I don’t understand why this is happening! What’s going on?” You say, relief but confusion evident in your voice. “Y/N lassie, everything is going to be ok, I promise. We’re coming to get ur now alright? I’ll explain everything later. Just do why they say, alright. Don’t give them a reason to hurt you pl.....” The phone was ripped away, back to Galen’s ear. “ That’s enough talking I think, don’t you.” He said into the phone while staring at you. “ See you in a minute Filip.” He hung up and walked out of the room.

The roar of the crews motorcycles had never been a more welcome sound to your ears. You were stood at the behind the doors of some old warehouse, arms still tied behind your back. One of Galen’s men was holding you to his side with one hand on your arm, gun in the other. You watched through a crack in the doors as the boys parked their bikes and got off, walking to form a line in front of the Irish. “ Again, I really am sorry to have had to have done this, I just didn’t see another way of this working out.” Galen said to Clay.

“Cut the shite , we got your money, where’s the girl?” Chibs said, his voice cold.

“The money first.” Galen replied looking at the Scotsman. Juice dropped a bag at the Irishman’s feet, “Here, 150 thousand just like you asked.” Juice said.

Galen whispered something into the man next to him’s ear. The man turned and started to walk towards you in the warehouse. He opens the doors and grabbed you roughly and pushed you in front of him towards the crew. Your eyes immediately me Chibs’ , tears coming his eyes when he saw the state you were in. The Irishman cut your ties and pushed you into Chibs’ arms, yours instantly wrapping around his waist, burying you head into his shoulder. He just hugged you back and whispered, “I’m so sorry, this is my fault” into your hair. You looked up at him, confusion spreading across your face, “ How is it your fault?” You asked.

“They did this to ye because they know I love ya lass.”

You don’t respond, you just reached around his shoulders to bring his lips to yours, passionately kissing him with him responding by placing his hands on either side of your face. When he pulled back and raised an eyebrow you said, “ I love you, too.”

#samcro imagine #sons of anarchy imagines #chibs imagine #chibs x reader #request

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badwolf-in-the-impala · 6 years

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~Whiskey Lullaby~

~Chapter 1~

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Image credit: Myself

Pairings: Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford X OFC

Rating: NSFW-18+

Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, violence, suggested sexual/physical abuse, kidnapping, sexual content, angst.

A/N: Sooooo, Son’s of Anarchy is my latest obsession ((just started Season 3)) and of course, who doesn’t love them self some Scotsman?! Chibs is one of my favorite characters, and there’s so little fanfic of him I felt the need to contribute...I mean come on, that accent? **Swoon** Anywho, I hope you guys enjoy this! Let me know what you think, and if you would like to be added to the TAGLIST for future chapters and updates, let me know!

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Her old Harley Softtail rumbled to stop just short of the town line into Charming. That welcome sign taunting her as she stared for quite sometime, one foot planted firmly on the pavement as her bike idled deeply beneath her. Six years, it had been since she last saw her home, her friends, her family...god how she’d missed them. Though deep down, she worried that her Homecoming wouldn’t be as well received as she hoped it would be.

“It’s now or never...” She muttered under her breath before speeding off into town. Many heads turned as she rode through the streets of Charming, ignoring the looks and whispers she got as people started to recognize the raven haired woman that speed past them on her way to her final destination.

She was never supposed to come back here; not after what happened all those years ago. But it was her last hope, a safe zone, one that she hoped would still house her in her time of need. Knowing without the family to back her, that she was a good as dead.

Pulling into the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair she cut the engine of her bike, but made no attempt at climbing off just yet as she watched the garage carefully for the man she was looking for, and hoping to avoid, all at the same time. Her Brother...

Finally deciding she couldn’t avoid the task at hand any longer, she sighed, climbing off her Harley she hung her helmet off the handlebar as she started walking across the parking lot. Several people paused in what they were doing to stare as she approached, but what she didn’t expect was the voice that hollered at from outside the open office door.

“Teagan Trager! What in God’s name are you doing back in Charming; and why the hell didn’t you call me?!” She turned, giving the older woman a warm smile as she approached to embrace her warmly.

“Hey Gemm.” She greeted softly, hugging the woman back tightly, though it was cut short as the commotion caught the attention of several others that were nearby.

“Holy shit, Raven!” She was suddenly picked up and crushed into hug, wincing slightly as the action caused her side to ache something fierce, but she did her best to hide her discomfort as she was set back down.

“Hi-ya, Blondie.” She greeted Jax before turning to face her next attacker, who despite his size, was surprisingly gentle as he leaned down to embrace her.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were comin’?” Opie asked as he released her, exchanging a concerned glance with Gemma and Jax. Teagan shrugged, digging around in the pocket of her leather jacket for her lighter. Sparking it to light the cigarette that hung from her lips before snapping it shut.

“Figured it was best not to tell anyone...” Exhaling she looked down at the ground, kicking at a rock with the toe of her boot as she avoided the concerned gazes she was now receiving.

“Tig doesn’t know?” Gemma questioned, watching as the younger woman shook her head. Running a stressed hand through her dark mess of hair as she took another drag off her smoke.

“Shit...”

“Is uh, is he here?” Teagan asked curiously.

“No...he’s on his way back from a Repo job outside of town.” Gemma replied. “Won’t be back for a few more hours.”

“Good.” She dropped her cigarette butt on the ground, snubbing it out with the toe of her boot as she looked up, lifting her glasses to reveal the black eye and scrape they had been concealing. Gemma gasped and reached forward, grasping her chin gently as she inspected the injury, brown eyes suddenly fraught with worry.

“’Cause I need to speak with Clay.”

“Christ, I need a fuckin’ beer.” Tig gave a frustrated sigh as he slammed the door to the tow truck closed behind him, rubbing at his newly bruised cheek. The repo job had not gone as planned, the woman they encountered not overly enthusiastic that her brand new Camaro was being repossessed and she wound up taking her frustrations out on him; while Chibs sat back and enjoyed the show.

“I’d say.” The Scotsman snorted as he patted the dark haired man on the back, trying to contain his laughter. “Never in ma’h life ‘ave I seen such’a large woman run tha’ fast!”

“That bitch could’a been a linebacker.” Tig snapped as they approached the club house, shoving Chibs slightly. “She nearly broke my fuckin’ jaw!”

“Aye,” Chibs chuckled. “But it was fuckin’ hilarious’ta watch!”

“You’re such an asshole, you know that?” Tig rolled his eyes as swung the door open, quickly making for the bar; ignoring the conversation they’d stepped in on. Chibs leaning up beside him, grabbing the beer Tig offered as he eyed the dark haired woman that was chatting up Gemma and some of the guys across the room.

“Mmm.” Chibs lifted his sunglasses as he took a swig of his beer, dark eyes scanning over the woman carefully. “If tha’s’no a fine piece’a crow eater arse, I don’ know wha’ is.”

Tig turned his gaze briefly, nodding in approval at the woman Chibs was ogling before returning to the cold bottle he’d been pressing against his cheek. Eyes suddenly widening as her laugh carried from across the room.

“Teagan?!” His voice was an octave too high, and touch more than panicked than it should have been as he turned sharply to look across the room at the Raven haired woman that was now staring back at him. Her vibrant green eyes boring into him as her smile faltered, quickly turning into a frown as she watched him approach.

“Tha’ his ex ole’lady?” Chibs questioned curiously as Opie joined him at the bar.

“Worse...” Opie chuckled as he readied himself for the show that was about to go down, Chibs giving him a confused look in return. “That’s his sister.”

“The hell are you doing here?!” Tig demanded as he approached his sister, instantly regretting it as her left fist slammed into his nose, dropping him the floor as he clutched his face. “Alright...ok.” He held up a hand defensively.

“I deserved that...”

“You’re damn straight.” She replied, grabbing a fist full of his Kutte and hauled him to his feet. “Now stop your fuckin’ whining and give me a goddamn hug, Tiggy.” Tig stood and embraced his sister briefly, pulling her out to arms length after a minute and frowning when he saw her face.

“Jesus Christ, Teag. What the hell happened?”

“He’s out...and they dropped the restraining order.” She replied quietly, touching her hand to the scrap on her cheek gently with a frown. “I had to come back...I had no choice.” She added shaking her head, Tig holding up a hand to silence her.

“Clay know your here?” He questioned.

“I’ve already spoken with him.” Gemma spoke up, crossing her arms as she watched the two siblings, the tension in the air between so thick you could’ve cut it with a butter knife.

“And?” Tig asked.

“Well, he’s not exactly thrilled.” Gemma rolled her eyes. “But, he’s not gonna turn her away. Not now at least.” Tig nodded, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Guess that means your back then?” Tig sighed, running a frustrated hand through his already messy hair.

“Yeah...that means I’m back. I’ll not to be such an inconvenience.” Teagan snapped as she stepped forward again, her jaw set in a hard line as she clenched her fists.

“Enough, children!” Gemma stepped between them, pushing Teagan back with a warning glare. “Save your pissing match for after the party, alright?” The siblings nodded and muttered an agreed, ‘Yes ma’am.’

“Good, now go find Tara and tell her to fix your face.” She gestured to Tig before turning back to Teagan. “You have things that need to be brought over?”

“No...” Teagan replied, gazing at the floor. “My bikes the only thing I brought with me.

“Well, guess you and me are gonna have to fix that.” Gemma stated firmly as she looked over at the younger woman beside her. “But first and for most, we got a party to throw.”

Chibs shook his head with a small chuckled as he watched Tig’s sister go shot for shot on tequila with Bobby at the end of the bar, seemingly unaffected by the dangerous liquid that had already claimed one victim; Juice, who was face down on the bar. There was absolutely no denying this woman was a Trager through and through...it was like watching Tig, only she was better to look at.

Not that he should be thinking such things about his friends little sister, but it was hard not to. Her beauty was unmatched against any of the crow eaters that hung around the club house, not that he’d ever had much interest pursuing any of them. Most were nothing but trouble, simply looking to get into bed with biker just to be able to say that they had, and while Chibs didn’t deny their offers for sex; it wasn’t really his thing. Sex was sex, but he also enjoyed being able to have an intellectual conversation with a woman once in a blue moon.

But this Teagan lassie, was not only beautiful, she was also smart. Sharp minded and even sharper tongued, able to keep up with whatever perverted comments the guys could throw at her. Usually rounding back on them with something twice as vulgar, leaving several of the lads that didn’t know her stunned.

But even more stunning, was her voice.

“C’mon Rave, you gotta sing it for us...for old times sake!” Jax pleaded, swaying slightly as he slung his other arm around her shoulders; Tara tucked under the other, holding him up as he swayed drunkenly.

“Yeah Raven, we ain’t heard a good song sung in here in ages.” Opie added as he pulled up a bar stool beside Chibs.

“I take offence to that.” Bobby slurred drunkenly, throwing back another shot of tequila, frowning when Teagan refilled his shot glass again with a devilish grin.

“Not a chance in hell.” She chuckled lightly before knocking back her own shot. “Besides, I don’t even have my guitar anymore.”

“You mean that guitar?” Gemma questioned with a smile from Clay’s lap, pointing to the wall above them behind the couch. Teagan’s cheeks flamed red, hiding her face in her hands as the guys began to chant “Do it” over and over, beating their fists against the bar as they egged her on.

“Alright, alight!” She threw her hands up in defeat finally. Snatching the old black Ibanz acoustic from the Prospect -- Half-Sack -- as he held it out to her, taking a moment to tune it before climbing onto the bar; cheeks still burning hot as Clay ordered the room to shut up.

“The usual?” She asked expectantly, receiving a collective nod from those who had heard her before and curious glances and whispers from those who hadn’t. Chibs watching intently as she began to pick the strings with ease, the tune to ‘House of the Rising Sun’ filling the club house softly.

“Nah bad.” He mused quietly as he sipped at the glass of Scotch in his hand, shooting Opie a glance as he chuckled deeply.

“Wait for it...”

Chibs gave him a questioning look, but as if on cue, her voice filled the room. The melody that left her lips was as smooth as velvet as it drifted through the clubhouse sending a chill straight through him as he leaned closer against the bar; awestruck.

“Jesus...” He breathed quietly, pulled in by the sultry voice that captivated the entire room. Hanging off the lyrics that flowed softly from her lips. He was hardly able to wipe the dumbfounded grin off his face when it was finally over, standing with the rest of the room as they applauded and whistled loudly.

“Still brings a tear to my eye!” Bobby slurred sarcastically as he wiped sarcastically at his face, Teagan rolled her eyes as she climbed off the bar.

“Oh come on, I’m not that good.” She laughed before downing another shot to settle her nerves, followed closely by another...and another.

“You’ve the voice of a bloody fuckin’ angel!”

Teagan nearly choked on a mouth full of Tequila as Chibs spoke up, mentally slapping himself for saying it at all as the room turned and eyed him curiously. “Well- I mean- er...it’s a, it’s a nice change, yeh know?” He gestured to Bobby who narrowed his drunken gaze, pointing an accusing finger at the Scotsman.

“You gotta problem with my singin?” He slurred.

“Yer fat Elvis fer Christs sake!” He joked. “Listenin’ tah tha’ is damn near a bloody Godsend in comparison to yer fat arse!” The room erupted into a fit of laughter. Bobby hurling the now empty tequila bottle at Chibs’ head, falling short as it clocked the bartender in the head.

“Aye, calm yer’self.” Chibs laughed, raising his hand defensively. “It’s jus’ a joke!”

“It’s ok Bobby, I think you sing beautifully.” Teagan chuckled as she patted him on the shoulder, trying to contain her drunken giggle fit the best she could.

“Kiss ass...” Bobby mumbled in reply.

The night wore on afterwards with many rounds of Jukebox Karaoke, courtesy of Teagan, Bobby, and the three bottles of Jose Cuervo they had demolished. Belting out everything from Queen and Def Leppard to Bon Jovi. Their shenanigans finally coming to an end when Teagan tackled the Prospect, half naked, off of the bar.

“Al’righ there lassy, time fer bed.” Chibs chuckled as he wrapped her in a blanket before scooping her bridal style up. As the only halfway sober soul still left in the room, he felt obligated to make sure she made it to bed safely. Knowing that Tig would likely have his ass if anything happened to his sister; not that he was sober enough to notice.

“I don’t w-wanna.” She hiccuped drunkenly, hardly able to lift her head up as he carried her down the hall. “M’fine, r-really.”

“Darlin’ yer far from fine.” He replied, tightening his grip as she tried to squirm out of his grasp. “Yer brother would kick mah arse if I left ye ou’ there with those animals.”

“My brother can suck a dick...” She mumbled, eyes closed as she started to give into the booze induced daze that was slowly dragging her under.

“Aye...” Chibs agreed, stopping short as he glanced around the hall. “Shite.” He sighed, realizing she didn’t have a room yet, and not wanting to subject her to any unwanted visitors he decided to give her his room for the night. Balancing her carefully in his arms as he turned the handle, edging it open with the toe of his boot before stepping inside.

“Easy does it lovey.” He assured quietly as he sat her on the edge of the bed, settling her back on the pillows before removing her boots and tossing them aside. Pulling the blankets up to cover her before turning to leave, pausing when he felt her fingers close around his wrist, causing a sort of tingling sensation to travel up his arm as he stared down at it.

“Thaanks.” She slurred softly as he looked down at her with a soft grin, her hand going slack as it fell away from his as she allowed the alcohol to finally pull her under into unconsciousness.

“Aye...” He replied softly as he opened the door and shut off the lights. “Sleep well lass.”

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House of the Rising Sun by Sandi Thom <------- This is the version I envisioned her singing in case anyone wants to have a listen.

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corvvii · 6 years

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Another Interview with Leonnaux Altoix

1. What is the name you go by?

“Leonnaux, though most of Alizarine refers to me as ‘Leon.’ I don’t mind it, really; it certainly has a ring to it. Funnily enough, my girlfriend actually refers to me fully as ‘Leonnaux,’ barring any pet names! At the end of the day, it comes down to preference and how willing one is to navigate bullshite Elezen names, I suppose.”

2. What is your real name?

He hesitates. “Leonnaux Altoix.”

*OOC Note: Lie detected. His real name is Leonnaux Declurais. He uses an assumed surname to distance himself from his family back in Gridania, and make himself feel closer to his long-missing father.

3. Do you know why you are named that?

“Why is anyone named anything? I suppose my mother just liked the name, I suppose. As for Altoix... I’m not sure where it comes from.”

4. Are you single or taken?

“I’m in a relationship, aye. Her name is Edda Vincents. We’ve not been without our difficulties, particularly erm... Recently, but that comes with the territory, I think. I do my best to support her, when she’ll let me, and I’ll love her always.” Mushy as it is, a big grin breaks across his lips and he gives a stern nod.

5. Have any abilities or powers?

“I’m versed in magic, if that’s what you’re asking. Namely, I practice arcanima, and would consider myself reasonably skilled at it, although I struggle with the, erm... Putting the theory into practice occasionally. Other than that, I’m skilled with arcanima, and... Well... I don’t think that qualifies as a power, really...” He trails off in a huff.

*OOC Note: Leon has the Echo (visions only), but he doesn’t know what it is. These visions are also liable to make him very, very sick, and he has no idea what causes them, so as far as he’s concerned at the moment they’re just an unfortunate medical condition.

6. What is your favorite food?

“Um! That’s actually pretty tough. I would wager... Uh... Well. At the moment, I really like these pastries that they sell in the lobby of the Sultana’s Breath...”

7. What’s your eye color?

“Blue.”

8. How about your hair color?

“Black.”

9. Have you any family members?

“... None that I’m on speaking terms with.”

10. What about pets?

“I have a cat, uh... Though I guess she doesn’t really belong to me so much as I plucked her out of an antique shop and now she kind of wanders around The Goblet and visits me whenever she either finds something interesting or wants attention or food. She has a cute little hat--oh. I also have a copperfish. But that’s not interesting.”

11. Now tell me about something you don’t like?

“At length? I think I’ll spare you the trouble... I despise people who put their bloodthirst before anything else. They ought to know better than anyone that lives have weight; to believe otherwise is to paint yourself as a psychopath. I’m also not particularly fond of tribal people, oh—But Edda would get onto me if she knew I said that out loud. And before you say anything: yes, I’m a Duskwight. No, you don’t understand the intricacies of why we are regarded as we are.”

12. Do you have any hobbies/activities you like?

“I enjoy... Studying. Gambling, from time to time. Reading drama. And drinking. Spending time with Edda... Chewing the fat with my coworkers... I’ll listen to a good bard from time to time. That shite takes me back; had things been different, maybe I could have been the one up on stage...!”

13. Ever hurt anyone before?

“Physically? Emotionally? Physically, I struggle to think I could hurt anyone. I’m hardly a grisled warrior like Ben or Jin. Some harm to body may have resulted, a few times, from spells I’ve cast, but I try to keep my spells benign. Emotionally? ... Certainly.”

14. Ever killed anyone?

“No, and I refuse to allow myself to be responsible for taking a life, even by proxy.””

15. What kind of animal are you?

“Caw?” He does a remarkable impression of a crow.

16. Name your worst habits.

“I have been told racism. Drinking, occasionally to excess. But I will not have it said that I’m not principled.”

17. Do you look up to anyone at all?

“Not many, being an Elezen.” He pauses. “What? Fine. I suppose I look up to a few people; Edda chief among them, but of course I’d admire her. Beyond that, I suppose Madison most times and Khada some others. I haven’t been in a position to be mentored or otherwise subservient to another in a very long time. That is not to say I’m not open to being taught a few things, but it makes coming up with people I look up to difficult... Considering the kinds of crowds I tend to run with. Of all my endeavors, Alizarine is the only one that is clean.”

18. Gay, straight, or bisexual?

“You’re asking about my sexual preferences, right? I’m happily taken. But if I weren’t, I think I could see myself as easily with a man as I could a woman.”

19. Do you go to school?

“I never went to school. I was taught how to read and do basic maths by a family friend, and then everything else I know, I taught myself.”

20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day?

“Uh... The idea of getting married is... Not altogether unappealing, but I don’t think I’m ready for such a major step. As for children... I would make a shite father. So no.”

21. Do you have fanboys/fangirls?

“Do I have any what?”

22. What are you most afraid of?

“... Being alone again, I suppose. Before Edda, and way before Alizarine, I was pretty much... A shut-in? A recluse? I didn’t mind that life at the time, but I feel so much... Better now that I’m not. Edda pulled me out of some dark places. I don’t want to go back to them.”

23. What do you usually wear?

“Things so marvellously stylish that you will wonder how I afforded them! The boots are Fen-Yll.”

24. Do you love someone?

“As we’ve been over a few times: yes.”

25. When was the last time you wet yourself?

“What the fuck kind of question is that? I’m an adult! The last time I would have wet myself would be as a wee bab.”

26. What do you think is the worst act someone can commit?

“That’s a toss-up between murder and sex crimes. Selling off people as if they were livestock is also horrid. I have my hands in a few untoward things, but you will never see me with a finger in any of those pies.”

27. What class are you? (high class, middle class, low class)

“... Upper-middle? I’m no member of the Syndicate, but I’m hardly poor. I own property. I run a research company. I’m comfortable.”

28. How many friends do you have?

“... Uh...” He starts counting on his fingers, then seems to reconsider. “A few.”

29. What are your thoughts on pie? Cake?

“Both are excellent, especially apple pie and apple cake, which I promise exists. My mother used to make it for us all the time as kids using faerie applies she’s pick from these trees on the—Oh, I made myself sad.”

30. Favorite drink?

“Alcoholic? I fancy myself a bit of a mixologist these days, so I’ve come up with a few interesting combinations that I enjoy. Chief among them are Gold Court cocktails, on sale frequently at The Cloak & Dagger. I also like the restaurant’s titular cocktail... As for non-alcoholic, lassi is good. Fruit juices. Water. I don’t sit down and drink milk, really, but sometimes I get... Cravings?”

31. What’s your favorite place?

“Home. Or The Brimming Heart, in the Goblet.”

32. Are you interested in someone?

“I’m in a relationship! Of course I’m interested in her!”

33. What’s your bra cup size and/or how big is your willy?

“Ask Edda.”

34. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

“A lake... Because the water is calmer, and I’m not a strong swimmer...”

35. What’s your type?

“I’m not sure that I have one, honestly. I’m in a relationship, but I think anyone who was kind and willing to tolerate my bullshite for more than five minutes would have had a chance.” He laughs. “If—and this is a big if—I ever have to find out if I do, indeed have a type that I’m habitually attracted to... You’ll be the first to know. But for now, my type is Edda Vincents.”

36. Any fetishes?

He turns bright red considering the question, then shakes his head.

37. Seme or uke? Dominant or submissive?

“I don’t know what the former two are... Is it a Hingan thing...? Uh... As for the latter...” He’s still bright red. “It depends on the mood?”

38. Camping or indoors?

“Indoors.”

39. You are trapped on a desert island. What 5 items do you take with you if you can?

“I would avoid being trapped on the desert island in the first place! Other than that... My linkpearls, my grimoire, a quill, a map of the realm, and...? Ugh! This is hard.”

40. You have found a genie! What are your three wishes, not counting getting more wishes.

“I would wish for the power to bring those who have wronged the people I care about to justice. Uh... Wow, that sounds deep but it’s really not. Let’s go money, happiness, food. that works just as well. Right?”

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Indian Thali – who does not love eating that riot of flavors and tastes.

If you are an Indian, you probably know the different Indian Thalis found across the geography of India. If you are a visitor, you need to know that there is no single Indian Thali. Each region of India has its own version of Thali.

Some of the items like Rice or Pickle are found in almost all Indian Thalis. However, there is something unique about each Thali, some preparation that makes it belong to a particular region in India. I am going to share the unique aspect of each Indian Thali in this post.

Best Indian Thalis to Enjoy. Stock Photo – Shutterstock

Being a vegetarian, I am going to restrict this to Vegetarian Thalis of India, for that is all I know.

What is an Indian Thali?

Well, Thali is actually the large circular plate raised around the circumference on which food is served. It is usually made of metal. Steel is the most commonly used material these days, followed by brass. Copper Thalis can be seen at places as can be experimental clay ones. The Gods, kings and the wealthy used to have the Thalis made of Gold and Silver. Maybe they still use.

Food is served on a plate and in small bowls called Katoris. It is like putting the sample of the whole menu at one place, in one go.

Ingredients

Indian Thali is supposed to have the 6 tastes that Ayurveda prescribes. The six tastes being:

Salt

Sweet

Sour

Bitter

Spicy

Astringent

A perfect Indian Thali is the one that balances these six tastes. It is not just the tastes, but the colors are also balanced. The Thali, when served, is as colorful as India is as a country. You will see reds, greens, browns, yellow & white colors in the dishes. The aromas from various dishes mish-mash and create their own riot. In short, a Thali appeals to all your five senses.

There is a play of grains based on what is easily available locally. This makes Indian Thali perfect local cuisine to try. Rice, Raita and Salad is usually a part of all Indian Thalis.

In the western world, food is served course by course. To me, this is like someone else deciding what I should eat and in what order. When the meal is served, I choose to eat in whatever order, though the purist would always suggest an order.

A Lassi or Chhaas goes perfectly with Indian Thali. Take your pick based on the weather.

So, let’s take a tour around India with the Indian Thali.

1. Rajasthani Thali

Rajasthani Thali

Call me biased, but Rajasthani Thali is my favorite Indian Thali. It comes with the flavors of the desert that are dry and rich at the same time. Richness comes from oodles of desi ghee used. Some unique dishes to try in a Rajasthani Thali are:

Dal Bati Churma – a true blue desert food

Gatte ki Subzi – when the vegetables are not easily available, gram flour is used to make curry

Ker Sangri – This is one indigenous wild plant that grows across the desert. You get both Sabzi and pickle from Ker Sangri

Bajre ki Roti – Roti made of Bajra, usually drier than wheat roti, so eaten with a layer of Desi Ghee

Lahsun ki Chutney – Garlic Chutney

Khichdi – A multi-grain khichadi with Wheat, Bajra & Jowar

Kadhi – although you find it in many menus, each region has its own recipe

Roasted Papad

Ghevar – a traditional Rajasthani sweet dish, usually available in monsoon season.

2. Bengali Vegetarian Thali

Bengali Thali

Vegetarian and Bengali sound bit of an oxymoron. However, to my delight, they do have a lot of options for vegetarians. There is no dearth of flavors or options for vegetarians. Bengalis like to add a bit of sweet in their food, so everything, except maybe rice has a tinge of sweetness in it.

What makes a Bengali Thali is:

Mishto Doi – Told you everything is sweet here & the sweet set curd is the most celebrated part of Bengali meal.

Baingan Bhaja – Brinjal or Aubergine fries

Aaloo Posto – Potato cooked with poppy seeds, a combination you find only in Bengal

Luchi – It is like a small-sized Poori, but made with Maida, and tastes a bit different

Rasgulla or Roshogulla – No Bengali Thali is complete without this favorite sweet of Kolkata.

Daal, seasonal vegetables cooked in mustard oil and rice complete the menu.

3. Goan Vegetarian Thali

Goan Vegetarian Thali

Yes, it is not impossible to get a vegetarian Thali in Goa. It is not easy but you do get it at many places. Remove all the non-vegetarian food from a Goan Thali and you are left with rice, salad & sol kadi.

Now add shallowly fried, semolina soaked Phodi made with local vegetables including banana, roots, and breadfruit. That is the crispy element on the menu, found only in Goa.

Add a seasonal vegetable in coconut curry.

Daali Toye – a watery and rather bland version of the usual Daal.

Add Tambri Bhaji or Patal Bhaji usually made with red leaves

That is your Goan Vegetarian meal.

4. Gujarati Kathiawadi Thali

Gujarati Kathiawadi Thali

Just like Indian meals, there are various variants of a Gujarati Thali. Kathiawadi Thali is particularly famous. Like Bengali Thali, Gujarati one is also quite sweet. It is incidental that the east and west of India has a similar fetish for sweet. However, in Gujarat, you find a generous flavor of garlic. Many dishes will have a pre-fix Lehsunia, which means ample garlic.

Tamatar Shev ki Sabji – This is what defines a Gujarati Thali for me.

Papad ki Subji – yes you can make a curry from Papad too

Undhiyo – a version of Khichadi

Kadhi

Dhokla or Khandvi shine with their bright yellow color

Small sized Rotis or Bhakris made of Bajra accompany the meal.

Desi Ghee and Jaggery are used to give a finishing touch to the Gujarati Kathiawadi Thali

5. Punjabi Thali

Makki ki Roti, Sarson ka Saag Stock Photos – Shutterstock

What I am going to share here is my version of a Punjabi Thali, the one I love and miss. Best time to have this meal is in winters while soaking in the warm sun. This has limited menu options, but as they say in Punjab – Sawa Lakh se Ek ladaun or my one dish is worth thali full of yours. So, this Punjabi Thali has:

Sarson ka Saag with a thick layer of desi ghee floating on it.

Freshly made Makki ki Roti with a layer of what else, Desi Ghee.

Raddish or Mooli dipped in vinegar or maybe lime juice

A bit of raw onion

Mango Pickle

Chunks of jaggery or Gud to end the meal

Simple thali but the taste would linger on your tongue for a long time to come.

6. Malwa Thali from Madhya Pradesh

Malwa Thali with Paniya & Daal Baafne

This is an unusual, not so well-known Thali from the heart of India. I had it in Mandu, which was once the capital of Malwa. It is also a relatively simple meal, but it demands some time and patience from you to develop a liking for it. Honestly, I did not like its key ingredients Paaniya and Daal Bafna in the first go. Slowly, the taste began to get friendlier with my tongue.

Paaniya is made with corn flour or Makki ka Aata while Bafna is made with Toor Daal. They used to be typically roasted on cow dung in a traditional Chulha or open fire. The dish would be covered with leaves as it cooked. These days they are typically baked in a tandoor or clay oven.

Apart from these two heroes of a Malwa meal, you have daal, rice, seasonal vegetable, kadhi, salad and a sweet.

7. Andhra Thali

Andhra Thali

The Andhra cuisine in my mind stands as the spiciest cuisine of India. A layer of red from the red hot Guntur Chilles always floats on its dishes, especially the sambhar and rasam. A pile of shining white rice comes with bright curries. The things that make an Andhra Thali are

Parripu Podis – Dry lentil-based chutney powders. You can add them to any other items, after mixing it with ghee or Til oil.

Gongura – this is sour leave that you get only in Andhra and hence only in Andhra cuisine. You may find it as part of Dal or as chutney or as part of a side dish. Personally, this is the high point of Andhra meal for me.

Baingan Subzi – Many regions of India have Brinjal as part of their special fair, Andhra is also one of them.

Avakai – An Andhra style mango pickle, true to the cuisine it is spicy.

If you are not used to spices like me, take a big bowl of curd to balance the spice level.

8. Kashmiri Thali

Kashmiri Thali or Wazwan

A vegetarian Kashmiri Thali has to be custom made on order in most of Kashmir. During my Gulmarg visit, I had the opportunity to explore a vegetarian one. The unique elements include:

Nadru or the Lotus stem crisps. They can also come in the form of stuffed Kebabs.

Kashmiri Dum Aaloo – The whole potato cooked in curry is a defining element of Kashmiri cuisine for vegetarians like me.

Haak – lightly sautéed fresh greens that have a tinge of the bitter taste

Walnut Chutney – Walnut comes from Kashmir; you find it everywhere including in the furniture and souvenirs made from walnut wood. In your Kashmiri meal, taste it as tangy walnut chutney.

Kashmiri Roti – Tandoori roti usually infused with spices

Phirni – threadlike noodles cooked in milk with nuts on top is a soothing sweet dish, save some space for it.

Raita with Gheeya or bottle gourd is popular in Kashmir

Kahwah – No matter what you eat in Kashmir, finish it with a cup of saffron infused, nut loaded Kashmiri Kahwah.

9. North Karnataka Thali

This is a Thali that I remember from my Infosys days. This used to be served on a Banana leaf. It also meant you sometimes had to wait in the queue to have it, but it was worth it.

North Karnataka Thali

It is a rather simple meal of freshly made Jowar Rotis and Baingan Subzi. This was the meal. Rice and Sambhar were given but more to complete the meal. A glass of spiced Chhaas went perfectly with the Jowar Roti meal. Pickles, salads and fried papads were served in multiple rounds. A cooked grains vegetable would be there, but it was mostly ignored.

I again had this in Bijapur and in Dharwad at local Khanavallis. The Jowar roti is dry and it goes perfectly with the rich Baingan subzi.

Not too many options, but a tasty wholesome meal.

10. Maharashtra Thali

Typical Maharashtrian Thali

Maharashtra again is a big state. Different variants of Maharashtrian Thali are available in different parts of the state. In a generic thali, apart from Daal, Rice, Roti and seasonal vegetables, you can expect the following

Sabudana Wada comes as a starter for me, I simply love it

Varan Bhat – Maharashtrian version of Khichdi

Amti or the Chana Daal, the Maharashtrian style

Puran Poli – a favorite Maharashtrian mild sweet dish

Shrikhand – I am not too fond of Shrikhand, but don’t that to Maharashtrians 😊. You get it in various flavors including Mango called Amrakhand.

11. Ladakhi Vegetarian Thali

Ladakhi Vegetarian Thali

Ladakh is another region where vegetarian food is not easy to find, but not impossible. In these parts of the world, a vegetarian Thukpa is the staple food for me. It is a noodle soup with few vegetables thrown in, along with lots of garlic. Garlic helps you deal with the mountain sickness at high altitudes. Do read our post on Vegetarian Food in Ladakh.

Others things that add up a vegetarian Ladakhi Thali are:

Vegetable Noodle Soup with boiled grains like a variety of mini chana thrown in with mild spices

Vegetable Momos with Walnut Chutney

Apricot based dessert

Cheese platter, though not traditional is easily available

Gud Gud Chai – Tea made with butter and salt

Chaang – a local fermented drink

12. Karnataka Thali

Karnataka Thali on Banana Leaf

Sit down and wait for a banana leaf to be laid in front of you, that you must wash before you eat. A series of servings will follow, starting with salt, sweet, pickle and Papad. Wait for all the servings to be served and admire the whole menu in front of you on a bright green background.

My favorite part, of course, is the crisp fried papads and bhajjis which are like pakodas or fritters.

Tangy Sambhar with drumsticks is the highlight of this meal. Enjoy it with rice.

13. Lucknow Thali

Thali at Netram Ajay Kumar – Ameenabad, Lucknow

Lucknow is usually known for its street food and Kebabs. The vegetarian in me loved the street food of Lucknow. I love the Bedmi Puri meal. It has stuffed Puris along with Chana, Raita, seasonal vegetable & Chutney. Add a glass of Lassi and you have one of the most satisfying meals.

14. Nepali Thali

Nepali Thali

The food in Nepal is not very different from India. Daal and rice are a staple there too. Seasonal local vegetables are cooked and eaten with the staple.

15. Ashram Thali

I have eaten across Ashrams in India, be in Kanchi Kamkoti Peetham in Kanchipuram or an Ashram in Ayodhya or at Kumbh Mela Bhandaras or at local temples in Goa. No matter which ashram you eat at, the food is more than just food. There is a spirituality in food. It is served with devotion as a prasad or blessing from God, and that’s what makes it special.

Satvik Food at an Indian Ashram

Ashram food is served on a leaf, mostly banana leaf in south India. The food is made without using any Tamasic elements like onion or garlic. The food is simple yet sumptuous, it satisfies you instantly. The cuisine is usually local, made using local seasonal vegetables. Eat it with gratitude.

I think if you want to taste the basic cuisine of different meals from India, you must try some at an Ashram.

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Desperate Housewives Season 1 Sentence Meme

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“I know someone who knows someone who knows an elf.”

“I will call Santa and tell him you want socks for Christmas.”

“We all have moments of desperation, but if we can face them head on, that’s when we find out how strong we really are.”

“It tastes like it’s burnt and undercooked.”

“I’m very big with the under five set.”

“Ease up you little vampire.”

“Every time I’m around that man, he tries to grab my ass.”

“Apologize now I am begging you."

“You’re the one always acting like she’s running for Mayor of Stepford.”

“Not now, honey, Mommy’s threatening Daddy.”

“Tell me again why I fought for custody of you?”

“I just can’t live in this… detergent commercial anymore.”

“It was the sound of a family secret.”

“I’m not feeling the grass!”

“She’ll find a way to survive. We all do.”

“She may be trash, but she’s still a human being.”

“And silverware. Remember silverware?”

“I don’t even have time to wash my face.”

“It’s like a high five on the lips.”

“People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw soda cans.”

“We are raising little terrors, you know that, don’t you?”

“Don’t worry I’m not packing heat.”

“To live in fear is not to live at all.”

“You better get over there. She’s wearing cotton.”

“They’re six years old, make them.”

“She always overcompensates when she’s stressed.”

“You burned your rival’s house down. If that isn’t desperate, then what is?”

“Thank you, that’s the nicest way you could’ve said that.”

“Get her out of here, she’s killing it for the rest of us.”

“Why do I even let you out of the house?"

“I hate that I’m turning you into a little thief.”

“I got a sunburn the other day washing my car.”

“Keep going. I’m mad at you for about 7000 other things.”

“When can I have my door back?”

“Just know that inside, I am quietly but decidedly hating your guts.”

“They won’t make it to their later years if I have to spend all day with them.”

“If another sacrifice has to be made, I think it’s your turn on the merry-go-round.”

“Mom when this is over we need to talk about your parenting skills.”

“Sometimes evil drives a minivan.”

“Perhaps he should shove your head into a locker.”

“I always assumed I’d have sex for the first time before you had it again.”

“What do you know. It’s eighty degrees outside and you’re wearing fur.”

“Oh my God. I just want to slap and shake you.”

“Slow down you jerk! This is a residential neighborhood!”

“I’m going to have to burn every sheet you’ve touched.”

“You look old in that.”

“You’re never gonna be a sailor, what do you care?"

“If you came in here to judge me, you can just leave.”

“Lassie would’ve had a firetruck here by now!”

“I love my kids so much. I am so sorry they have me as a mother.”

“I am so tired of feeling like a failure.”

“Treachery never goes out of style.”

“When I was your age, my pen pal lived on a farm in Ohio, not a mental institution.”

“Our last version of normal had me popping pills. Normal is a bad, bad plan.”

“He hung out in your womb for a few months back in the 80s!”

“If you were my mom I’d smoke pot too!”

“I guess he does sort of have a dorky charm.”

“It’s a constant battle between the better angels of our nature and our inner demons.”

“Sometimes the only way to ward off the darkness is to shine the light of compassion.”

“Fine, fine, be 3’8” for the rest of your life. See if I care?”

“I’m not a mutual fund!”

“She didn’t like worrying. She felt it gave her wrinkles.”

“Trust is a fragile thing.”

“She’s like a roach.”

“We’re not like other families are we?”

“Why couldn’t he have embezzled like other white collar criminals?”

“Please don’t mistake my anal retentiveness for actual affection.”

“You kissed me as though that would end this conversation and it so won’t.”

“My husband won’t admit that he has lust in his heart.”

“It will snow on the hills of hell before I ever

“A more eel would seem safe after you.”

“Well we’re not negotiating my uterus.”

“I hope someday you have lots of children.”

“You’re the man of the house? You can’t even leave it!”

“You know the house isn’t that big, you’re going to have to stop avoiding me.”

“Memories lie.”

“Every once in a while even I want to do the right thing.”

“A lifetime of responsibility isn’t always easy.”

“Sooner or later, we must all become responsible adults.”

“Most mothers will tell you their children are a gift from God. Most mother will also tell you there are some days you wish you could return them.”

“The only reason you have anything in your life is because you’re pretty!”

“That place is so pretentious. I’ve been dying to go.”

“Guys, my hands are tied! Thieves get spanked. That’s just the way it works.”

“Do you know what psychological warfare means? No? Well too bad for you.”

“Let’s just say I’ve put those feelings in a box and I don’t plan on looking at them for awhile.”

“After a few decades whiz by, I’m sure I’ll find a way to forgive him.”

“We’re WASPs. Not acknowledging the elephant in the room is what we do best.”

“No offense, but you’re getting up there in years you probably forget where you put things.”

“Nobody in my family knows or cares where your stupid clock is.”

“I may be stupid enough to shoot myself, but I’m not stupid enough to walk away from you.”

“He’s a teenage boy! We could take away his penis, he’d still try to have sex.”

“Guys, this isn’t a hockey league could you take it outside?”

“I forgot how fun you are when you’re bitter.”

“I’m gonna go take a shower. Jail’s kinda gross.”

“My daughter is considering giving you her virginity and I would consider it a personal favor if you wouldn’t take it.”

“You know I’ve been broke many times in my life, but I’ve never been poor. Because poor is just a state of mind.”

“Throughout even the most respectable of neighborhoods, you can hear the sound of scandal.”

“Awwww, I miss how we used to steal things from each other.”

“Oh sweetie, they didn’t abandon you because you’re a whore. You weren’t all that nice to begin with.”

“I was on vacation. It made sense at the time.”

“What the hell kind of street do we live on?”

“Good friends offer to help in a crisis. Great friends don’t take no for an answer.”

“Everyone loves a scandal. No matter how big or how small.”

“We all honor heroes for different reasons.”

“You talk to him all you want. I’m gonna check out the place with the electrified fence.”

“That sounds kinda formal for a burrito and a soda.”

“You know I so much wanna like you, but you just won’t let me.”

“You have to hand it to the Catholics, they do Greek better than anyone.”

“Would you like a glass of water and maybe an excuse to talk to me?”

“That’s me. Never afraid to create a scene.”

“I used to have all these questions about how you got to be the way you are. They were all just answered.”

“Today I have a chance to rejoin the human race.”

“I know, baby, it hurts to lose.”

“This is the place where good taste goes to die.”

“And tonight, whatever you do, don’t call me beautiful.”

“Some dreams are just too beautiful to come true.”

“I could explain to you what might happen, but I’m a lady and I don’t use that sort of language.”

“I would love you even if you were a murderer.”

“Could you please at least wait for desert before calling our son a sodomite?”

“Honey, I’m hating you a little bit right now.”

“Half of life is obligations.”

“You just threw rocks in her mother’s face!”

“She sorta thinks you’re evil.”

“You’re basically a predator. I need your advice.”

“You’re such a Republican!”

“I plan on getting really fat as a tribute to your mother.”

“It’s not my fault you don’t have love in your life!”

“You are so far out of your league that you’re playing a completely different sport.”

“I can’t have donuts and juice it’s unnatural.”

“Why did you hit the lawn boy?”

“Maybe after lunch, we could talk about your leather beanbag chair.”

“I’m pregnant, caveman, remember?”

“For the last time, I won’t bring my daughter to stalk my boyfriend.”

“If you don’t want to talk to me, fine! At least have the courtesy to hide!”

“Not everyone gets a happy ending.”

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Hello fellow foodies! So am back from India after a loonnnggg break and so the “Blogger in me” is back too and GUESS WHAT? just after landing here I started missing Indian street food 😦 and yes of course HOME too 😀 I guess more than anything it was more of a food break 😀 Nevermind! Until n unless I am gaining weight 😛

“Delhi! Yeh Sheher Nahi Mehfil Hai”…Indeed it’s true. Delhi is packed with cuisines from the corner of the streets to corner of the world. Though I have lived in Gurgaon for only approx 3years but was enough to know that It’s place for foodies like me 😀 and I was there again after almost 1year.

So the day after reaching Gurgaon we were in Chandni chowk because we wanted to visit Red Fort and then Parathe Wali Gali or you can say my Hubby and my brother wanted to go there So I had no other option other than going along with them 😛 If you are a true lover of Parathas so you must go there at least once and enjoy the deep fried parathas which is served with tari wale alu, sweet n sour garlic pickle and pumpkin curry. This is not so healthy but worth a try if you happens to be there. Though the parathas were little too greasy for me but was good. And just to digest those deep fried parathas we had a glass full of Lassi.

And then there’s a Ice-cream wala stall which I guess was new in Sector 14 market of Gurgaon. The way ice-rcream rolls were made was interesting and you just can’t miss out interesting things :D. I am a BIG BIG fan of momos and specially that spicy chutney. So we ate momos, veg patty burger and then those ice-cream rolls made with fresh kiwi and sweet milk. You all might be thinking I have a good digestive system. Well…Hell No! But then this is the only time I can enjoy street food 😛

The schezwan paneer roll, chilli paneer roll and chicken momos from Frankie was mind blowing and tummy filling. Oh boy that was something I won’t mind eating on daily basis without getting bored. The best rolls I ever had till now. And the hot steaming momos with spicy garlic-pepper chutney was cherry on the cake. Delighted is the word. 🙂

Chai point! A place for chai lovers like me 😀 Great ginger tea. Mission “Happy Tummy” successfull.

After taking few days rest I had had to meet my friends at Huda city centre metro. And there is a new food joint from Saudi. Thanks to my friends for taking me there. Though I don’t remember the name but that serves the most amazing Chicken Shawarma. That juicy, melt in mouth shawarma is enough to make me droll anytime, anywhere 😀 Well..Some day I will try that recipe too 😛 And that Nescafe was just a break from eating more. 😛 Although I was full but still had a last plate of Dahi-Papdi Chat to make sure I don’t eat anything after that. Every time I visit Haldiram’s outlet I never miss eating Dahi-papdi chat there.

For a few days I avoided eating outside just to eat MORE outside later. 😀 So after *few* days (ahemmm..I guess 4-5 days) Me and my little cousin sister and maasi went for shopping and to celebrate my maasi’s 25th Wedding anniversary and to give her a break from cooking too and of course the foodie me wanted to go Pind Balluchi. Why Pind Balluchi? Because that place offers delicious Punjabi cuisines for your taste buds and also it takes you to the pind’s of Punjab with it’s interior.

Without wasting any time I ordered my all time favorite starters Dadi-De-Kabab and Paneer Tikka. Those melt in mouth, juicy starters with right amount of spices and properly cooked is something I really like about this place.

Not to forget, my little cousin is a Vegetarian. So we ordered Dum-aloo, butter naan and Vegetable Biryani for her. And for Us? Bhuna Murgh, Butter Naan and Chicken Dum Biryani..Ahhh..I want to have it again..Right Now! Gonna try Bhuna Murgh too some time..Later I guess 😀

Have you heard of Sarojini Market of Delhi? No am not going to talk about shopping here 😛 If you ever gets a chance to go there do try chicken momos, Veg Chowmin for sure. Opposite Haldiram’s there is a fruit juice shop, just behind that shop is this momos wala stall. Spicy, melt in mouth, delicious momos.

And at the entrance of Sarojini market is this veg chowmin wala shop. Crunchy veggies and soft noodles with everything in perfect amount. A plate full of mouthwatering hot and spicy chowmin I am looking for from my next trip to India. 😀 Though he prepared chowmin in front of me and I tried the same recipe at home But God…what extra ingredient he added is still I am looking for 😀

This fried rice and chilli paneer is again from Haldiram. I just mixed these two in a plate and enjoyed till the last spoon full of this yummy treat. Bring me Chinese food and I am Happy 😀

Enough of Street Foods! Well I have more to share 😛 but I don’t have the pictures so not including here. That’s all is enough to make anyone droll. 😀 Looking forward to my next trip to enjoy more street foods which I miss here 😦 Till then keep cooking and enjoy 😀

Treats From The Streets Hello fellow foodies! So am back from India after a loonnnggg break and so the "Blogger in me" is back too and GUESS WHAT?

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