#instant noodle jar

[enuicooks]

I had tried a few times before to make "instant" noodles jars but they were either too fiddly, or kinda meh. This one, once prepared, is truly "just add hot water" and it's tasty and I am already thinking of infinite variations.

Thank you @shandetritus for sharing ❤️

#food #cooking #everyday cooking #lunchbox #food jars #food in jars #instant noodle jar #recipe #soup #vegetarian #make ahead #just add water

[khlur]

Have you grilled or pan cooked a hotdog yet. Yummy!!

i haven't yet but i just might do that for dinner :o especially since i have nothing else to accompany the rest of my coriander pulao HEHE. the instructions on the jar say to...boil them?? and i've tried that (i did NOT know you typically boil hot dogs) and that was pretty nice. how bad can a hot dog taste i mean, even if u fuck up cooking one?

how do you like your hot dogs and what do you like having them with? 🌭🌟

#since they're pre cooked i sometimes just snack on them straight out of the jar LMAO #i add them to instant ramen and even noodle soups that i make frm scratch #the closest i've come to grilling hot dogs is pan frying them w other ingredients for fried rice #asks #thrakaboom

[recapitulation]

meal ideas!

low energy ("do not ask me to do any prep work at all, so help me god")

mozzerella cheese wrapped in pepperoni ("pizza tacos"!)

hummus and pretzels or naan (putting the naan in the microwave for like 10 seconds...heavenly)

canned chili (with shredded cheese and sour cream if you have it! boom done!)

instant miso soup (warm and lovely! put tofu in it for protein!)

cheese and cured meat, olives, canned fish, crackers, dried fruit, or whatever easy "charcuterie" type items you like

alternate bites of apple and spoonfulls of peanut butter (mixing honey or chocolate chips to the peanut butter is my favorite)

a "deconstructed sandwich": bites of lunch meat, pickles, cheese, cherry tomato, etc (I love roast beef and white cheddar for this)

yogurt and granola or fruit

put frozen potstickers + frozen edamame in the steamer/rice cooker, chill elsewhere with a timer set, then boom

tortilla chips + canned refried beans + cherry tomatoes + cilantro + jarred salsa con queso (or warm shredded cheese on top of the chips in the microwave for 30 seconds)

bagel + cream cheese + lox

microwave scrambled eggs (add things like green onion, soy sauce, or anything else you like!)

cottage cheese and fruit (mixed together or just on the side)

bowl of shredded rotisserie chicken + buffalo sauce + a bit of mayo + green onion (use a kitchen scissors to cut them right in!)

medium energy ("I'll boil water but don't ask me to chop shit")

boiled eggs and fresh veggies (put a little salt on top of the eggs!)

buttered noodles (my go-to nausea meal, it has never failed me. ideas of things to add: frozen peas, imitation crab, roasted garlic)

baked potato with toppings (I like cheese, bacon, broccoli, green onion, and sour cream)

quesadilla (add some canned beans, cilantro, or avocado!)

pot roast (requires a lot of time but not a lot of actual work. I love it with peas!)

cuban sandwich (bread, swiss, pickle, mustard, ham... my favorite thing to panini-ify by far)

pan-fried tofu with scallion sauce (this sauce goes well with everything and tofu is no exception)

pancakes or waffles! (I love mine with jam)

ham, pickle, and cream cheese roll-ups

fried eggs (with toast and lots of butter...so comforting)

fruit smoothie (bananas, frozen strawberries, yogurt...or whatever!)

I hate salad but could write essays on this copycat olive garden salad (throw it in a bowl! chopping required if you use onion)

spaghetti (controversial maybe but angel hair > spaghetti noodles)

pasta salad (olives broccoli fresh mozerella... those little mini pepperonis... yeah)

stir-fried thai garlic shrimp (I like using the mini frozen salad shrimps, it's easy! use jarred minced garlic to avoid chopping!)

tuna mayo onigiri

slow cooker ribs

buffalo chicken wrap (or any number of other wrap options! shred pre-cooked rotisserie chicken to make it easier)

if your local grocery store sells pre-cooked gyro strips, that can turn into an easy wrap with store-bought pita & tzatziki with tomatoes and onions!

couscous and chickpeas

tortellini + pasta sauce + spinach

high energy ("I don't mind chopping some things up!")

stuffed shells with spinach

chicken and roasted garlic (oh my god.....one of my all time favorites)

beef tacos (I like mine with cilantro and onion, and when I'm feeling especially high energy I love a tomatillo salsa)

chicken alfredo

tom kha gai (a thai soup and my absolute favorite! you just need access to galangal)

lasagna! (freezes well and then boom! low energy meal for later)

pad thai! (not as hard as you'd think, as long as you have access to tamarind paste!)

potstickers! (this is a lovely group activity if you want to cook with housemates!)

rice and beans

bang bang shrimp (ogughfhgfuh I love it. you can also do bang bang tofu!)

minestrone soup (so many nice veggies!)

fried rice (put whatever you have on hand in there! broccoli, peas, carrot, and beef is my favorite combo)

broccoli cheddar soup

spring rolls and peanut sauce

skewers (such as beef, onion, zucchini, bell pepper... you don't need a grill, oven works!)

roasted turkey with garlic parmesean asparagus

pork chop with mashed potatoes

panang curry

chicken gnocchi soup (use store bought gnocchi or make your own if you have a high energy day!)

bibimbap (super customizable depending on what veggies you like best)

butter chicken

plus! things that have helped me meal plan:

whenever you think of a meal you'd like to make, take 3 seconds to google search it, take a screenshot of the image results, and put it in a "food ideas" folder. instant visual menu!

the concept of "meal prepping" makes me recoil but I've learned that it can simply mean preparing shredded chicken, boiled eggs, or some other simple protein that you can customize throughout the week. shredded chicken can turn into wraps, salads, pasta dishes, etc... you don't have to meal prep yourself into the same meal all week!

when I have difficulty working up an appetite, I'll scroll through my favorite restaurant menus! there might be some foods I can't make at home, but many times they're very simple to recreate because the ingredients are literally listed!

#brought to you by: i see people complaining about coming up with meals for the week #and im like..this is my favorite thing to do........let me be your meal brainstormer #additionally brought to you by: eating something is better than nothing so some of these may not be complete textbook 'meals' #but sometimes you feel like shit and just need something! so! #also this energy scale is tailored to me personally so if some categorizations dont make sense to you thats bc its about me <3 #food #i might update this with dessert ideas too later. or just add to it in general

[pfhwrittes]

you guys ever think about how simon growing up in poverty really affected his attitudes towards food and how his taste in food is probably the least developed of all TF141?

like he won’t complain about the state of MREs because he knows it’s better than going hungry.

he probably considers a takeaway of any kind a massive treat because takeaways are expensive! for the cost of one takeaway his mum used to be able to get just enough food for a week of meals for 3-4 people.

he probably doesn’t really know how to cook because most of his meals were either microwaveable, chucked in the oven at 180 degrees C for 20ish minutes, or straight out of a jar.

or alternatively, when money was really tight he’d eat peanut butter on plain white bread or 49p packets of instant noodles for dinner (no breakfast, no lunch unless he was in school and got subsidised school meals).

#pfh headcannons #sr #tw food mention #aw :(

[elliesblkgirlfriend]

Girlfriend!Ellie with Black girlfriend

-Annoying. Annoying asf

-likes to tick you off. She can and she will.

-Makes you cut her hair

“Ellie I don’t know how to cut hair” You say making her glare at you

“Yn just cut, that’s all you have to do” And you do just that

-Gets mad when it’s uneven and fucked up

“Damn it Yn! Now I have to wear it in a ponytail until it grows back!” She says snatching the scissors

“Don’t get mad at me! I told you I didn’t know what I was doing!” You say shrugging

-wears your bonnet when you aren’t wearing it

“Babe can you buy me one? I want a blue one like yours” she ask pulling the bonnet over her head

-You buy the bonnet and force her to take pictures

“You wanted the bonnet now take the picture” You tell her as you take more pictures

-Her friends constantly tease her about how she’s picked up your mannerisms

-STEALS YOUR COCOA AND SHEA BUTTER

-The cocoa butter sticks? Steals. The jar? Steals. You buy a new one and she immediately takes it

-Definitely makes you be her muse so she can draw you

“If you do not sit still I will toss this notebook at you”

-she definitely watches the Big Bang theory and quotes Sheldon every chance she gets🏃🏽‍♀️

-makes you play Minecraft with her.

-when you download the game she already had a house built for you two

-You asked to have your own room and it immediately started an argument.

“You don’t want to share a room with me?” She asks frowning

“Ellie! we share a room in real life!”

“….So?” She says with her face scrunched up

-she got mad and broke your bed and put it next to hers.

-Definitely buys two of everything. If she buys anything for herself she’s buying it for you too

“I got us matching cups. You better use it”

-Can’t cook for shit but always asking you to make some food

-Lives of Instant Ramen, she’s definitely a cup noodle girl

-Loves your moms cooking

-“Yn is your mom making collard greens?”

-Definitely likes when the Collard greens touch the macaroni and when the macaroni touches the yams

#blackreader #x black fem reader #black reader #tlou2 #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie x fem reader #tlou fanfiction #x black reader #ellie williams #ellie x y/n #ellie tlou2 #abby tlou #abby the last of us #the last of us part 2

[kisbunzies]

Incredibly specific tf2 headcanons.

1.medic wanted to become an a a labor and delivery doctor before he decided to take people out of this world before bringing them in. Thinks babies and small.animals are adorable. The reason he has so many doves is because one of them layed eggs right after he got them and he got two attached to give them away.

2.heavy would love the dark academia aesthetic , study vlogs and booktok. I am correct so i will not elaborate.

3.scouts american italian catholic. Again i am correct so i will not be illaborating.

4. Snipers doesn't like people , loves animals though. Would throw someone into an active valcano for yelling in a walmart. thinks that they should have kept harambe alive because its was the kids fault (he is also right everything has gone to shit since that gorilla died)

5.demomans a desendent of the black people in nova scotia who invented hockey.

6.demoman sleep in the most zebra print pink elastic band statin-y hair bonnet you can imagine. I am black and correct so i will not be elaborating.

7. Engineers back hurts comical amounts. Part of reason he replaced his hand was because he got arthuritis in it. He was an inch taller before he gave himself scoliosis . bros bones are screaming for help.

8. Pyro is creachure , eyes glow in the dark . waits infront of the door for the other mercs to get home , presses their snout to things and sniffs, rolls around in whatever spot their gonna lay in to get comfy. Animal like habits .(i am.projecting because i get told at least twice a week i walk like a deer) oh and their favorite songs mambo .5

9.soldier is the silliest goober , got the biggest dorkiest smile on his face by default . end up in the top of trees whenever people dont look at him. Eats whole jars of peanut butter with his hand. Makes a big mwah noise before he kisses demo on the lips goober stuff.

10. Soldier has the strongest trans-dar know to man . "get out of my way tall women" to a preteen whose gonna have some realizations in the 90's. He knows your trans before you know that trans people exist. Is so stereotypically american masculine that time and gender warps around him.

10. Spies biggest secret is that he loves american fast food , the more sodium the better . loves instant ramen noodles and seasoned fries and burgers , the bigger the burger the better honestly. The mercs will get mcdonalds or something and bring him some back and at first he'll act like its beneath him right ? But then he goes to "throw it out" quote unquote and consumes whatever it is like a ravenous animal , big mac sauce end up in his hair and its gone in seconds. He the rearranges himself and acts like he's just done a line of coke but doesn't want anyone to find out

#tf2 engineer #spy tf2 #scout tf2 #demoman tf2 #engineer tf2 #heavy tf2 #tf2 #medic tf2 #pyro tf2 #sniper tf2 #soldier tf2 #headcanon #tf2 headcanons #boots n bombs #technically

[yestrday]

Is it just me tired off the old tropes that the Yandere put aphrodisiacs in their darling drink or that they kidnap their darling. What if their darling kidnapped the Yandere -to sell them or something- or think that the Yandere put poison in their drink so swapped the cups, that would make a interesting story in my opinion

honestly i wanna make a second version of this where the reader k/dnaps childe but hes like jokes on you im into that shit and hes just v nasty and dirty all in all

cw: spiked drinks, creepy childe, kinda lackluster writing i just wanted to finish something

clad in thin pajamas and hair still dripping wet from the shower, you stare up nervously at your handsome neighbor that's leaning on your doorfraame. ajax looms and casts a shadow over you against the city lights, despite the affable grin he's wearing.

"d-drinks?" you stammer. "at... at this hour?"

he shrugs. "i received an exquisite bottle of wine at work today and i'd feel like it'd be a shame if i wasted it all on myself." he bends down, peering at you through darkened slits. "come on, please?" he pouts. "i'd love to get to know such a lovely neighbor."

you blush at the unwarranted compliment and gently try to push his face away from yours. you avoid his eye contact and fidget with your sleeves. "fine... but i won't stay for long. i still have work tomorrow."

he leaps up, excitement shining in his blue eyes. he looks genuinely excited to have you over as he escorts you into his apartment, but the moment you step on the carpeted flooring, something inside you worsens.

...what a lie. childe chuckles to himself.

he lingers behind you for a little longer, eyeing the curves on your body and letting himself appreciate such a cute and vulnerable sight for a little longer. you're so cute, knowingly stepping into a trap but ever too polite to turn down a friendly offer. he slams the door shut and finally seals your fate in place.

it's not wine he received from work this morning. he picks up a fine substance encased in a crystal jar and grins.

"i'll prepare the drinks!" he calls out. you marvel at your surroundings a bit, every corner cleaned spotless. he's so cool and responsible, having a high-end stable job while still maintaining such a well-kept place. you blush when you recall your own dirty room and your embarassing state right now. you nervously peek at ajax and sigh. he looks so confident and maintained, a far cry from everything that you are.

unknown to you, childe is barely keeping himself together at the seams. he's leaning on the countertop for support as he tries to pour the wine, though his hands are shaking from too much excitement. heavy gasps come from him as he thinks of the events that may transpire after he's done feeding this to you, and the images running wild through his mind grows the red blush on his.

oh... oh...! the things you two would do together tonight! he can envision it now-- your bodies grinding against each other, lips covered in spit as you both cling to each other in desperation... oh! it gives him shudders just thinking about it! 

in the midst of his excitement he pours too much of the drug, but oh well! it wouldn’t be so bad to see you shivering and panting on the floor. lightly giggling to himself, he mixes the wine and it dissolves into the liquid. nothing out of place.

you brighten up when he returns with a tray of drinks and some light snacks to go along with it. gosh, you’re salivating at the sight of those onion rings. you don’t notice the eager way he glances at you. you’re so innocent, unknowing of the drugs he just slipped into your drink. it’d make him feel bad if he didn’t spend so much time preparing for this ever since you moved in next door.

“the snacks look so good!” you cheer, eagerly picking out a large ring and chomping on it. ... gosh, since when did you eat food this good? all you’ve been doing is eating instant noodles and cold bread. as you munch down, ajax rests his head on his hand and looks on fondly. cute. like a starving squirrel.

he watches as your tongue darts out to lick at your lips, teasing him with that seductive pink thing. at the back of his head he knows that you’re just licking off the crumbs, but his mind spirals into the abyss. to have your cute mouth on him... all pretty and seductive... to...!

ah, shit, there’s a problem.

you startle when ajax immediately stands up without touching any of the food. there is a clear blush on his face as he squirms, before he flashes you an apologetic grin. “sorry, [your name]. it’s hot, isn’t it?” you want to say it isn’t but he cuts you off. “i’ll take care of the heater, so just wait for me here, alright?” then he dashes off to what you know is the bathroom, but he slams the door shut and doesn’t let you comment on it.

pretty rude, if you say so, but hey, more food for you.

you take two or more onion rings before finally side-eyeing the wine. you aren’t really looking to get drunk, but... ajax did say it was some fancy wine. who knows when a broke corporate slave like you would get to taste something like this again. as you pick up the cup in front of you and swirl it around you notice something different. squinting, you stare at the red liquid and look back at ajax’s wine at the other end of the table. furrowing your brows, you put the two cups side by side in order to properly compare them, and your discovery made you scowl.

how rude. why did he give you the one with less wine in it? huffing, you switch the cups and take a swig. mmm, good shit.

ajax comes back in a minute or two. he looks red and flushed, and you make a comment on it, but he waves off the sentiment with an awkward laugh. he enjoys his own glass of wine too, and you spend the rest of the night making coversation and laughing at his dumb jokes.

the night feels so short, especially with how much of a fun time you were having. but you still have a 9 to 5 shift tomorrow and the heat of the wine is getting to you... now would be the time to say goodbye.

“i’m sorry, ajax, but i’ve gotta go.” you do feel reluctant, but you need too work. “i had fun though! maybe next time i’ll be the one to invite you o...ver...?” your host isn’t responding, only dark huffs as he clutches his chest. though the bangs of his hair shadow his eyes, it’s clear that he’s not in a good state. you rush over to him. “ajax? ajax, are you okay?”

he grips your arms and you yelp. “the wine...” he mutters. “you knew, didn’t you? the wine... you switched it, huh?”

what, that he gave you the smaller one? was it something to get mad about? tilting your head in confusion, you stare at the man with concern. hopefully he’s not going to brawl with you over switched cups, right?

“hehe.... haha...” he tilts his head back and cackles. mmm, no, this dude is not in his right mind. you stumble back, fright overtaking concern as you watch his shoulders shake with every laugh. “i’ve been hiding it all night, but gosh, you’re so smart, aren’t you?” 

swaying and stumbling, he creeps towards you, looking at you with unbridled lust. the swirls in his dark blue eyes convey his lust, glowing with predatory and lovesick lewdity. “making me drink the spiked drink... when i realized it, i just felt so excited...! you wanted to do things to me, didn’t you? you wanted me to be at the receiving end of your mercy!”

yikes, delusional bitch up here. still, you back away from the madman as much as you can, until you back up against the wall. fuck. “ajax, i have no idea what you’re talking about!”

“well, you have to!” the wall behind you seems to crack as he slams his hand on it. “you’ve made me like this!! you got to... you have to ease it somehow.” 

taking the strands of your hair in his palm, he kisses them gently, though the way he looks up at you makes you shiver with fright. his lips trail from your collarbone and he makes his way downward, his large calloused hands feeling your waist and back as he lifts your shirt up and flutters more kisses,

his fingers loop around your waistband, and he grins up at you. on his knees, he gets ready to worship.

“[your name].... i’ll finally make all my fantasies with you come true ♡”

#yandere genshin impact #yandere childe #yandere x reader #yanderecore #genshin impact #genshin impact childe #genshin impact x reader #yester.writes

[sweetcherryslim]

Mason Jar Instant Noodle Soup - 229 kcal/8g protein

Servings: 1 serving. 229 kcal / 8g protein

Ingredients

1 1/2 tsp. vegetable bouillon base (we used Better Than Bouillon)

1/4 tsp. grated fresh ginger

1 tbsp. warm water

1 bundle (about 11/2 ounces) instant rice vermicelli

1/4 c. kimchi, roughly chopped

1/4 c. shelled edamame, thawed if frozen

1 c. baby spinach

2 cremini mushrooms, very thinly sliced

1 scallion, thinly sliced

2 1/2 c. boiling water

Instructions

In 32-ounce wide-mouth mason jar or other heatproof jar, combine bouillon base and ginger. Stir in warm water. Add noodles and carefully cut in half with kitchen shears. Add to jar in following order: kimchi, edamame, spinach, mushrooms, and scallion; screw on lid. Refrigerate overnight if desired.

If refrigerated, let jar sit 20 minutes at room temperature. When ready to serve, pour boiling water over ingredients and cover with lid. Let sit until noodles are tender, 3 to 4 minutes, then stir to combine.

Pump Up the Protein: Add 1/2 cup shredded rotisserie chicken and replace the vegetable bouillon base with chicken bouillon base, or pop in 6 to 8 frozen cooked small shrimp (they’ll thaw overnight in the refrigerator).

#low cal food #low calorie food #low cal recipe #low calorie #low calorie recipe #soup #cold weather recipe #soup receipe #low cal soup #low calorie soup #noodles #low cal vegan #low calorie vegan #low calorie vegetarian #low cal vegetarian #vegetable soup #vegetarian #veggie soup

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Noodle's Questions

Hey gigglers! I haven't written a tickle fic in foreverrr, but here is a little something I whipped up. I hope you enjoy! (Teases inspired by @just-a-fluffy-knight)

Fandom: Wonka

Characters: Willy, Noodle

Summary: There is a lot that Noodle doesn't know, and a lot that Wonka can teach her.

Note: This is a tickle fic. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling.

"Willy, I have a question", Noodle posed, sitting up straight. She and Wonka had been lying down next to each other on the candy-grass of Wonka's factory, recovering from the effects of tens of different magical chocolates.

"Yeah?" Wonka responded absent-mindedly, still lying down in a half-doze.

"Well you know how chocolate is brown because of the coco. Well where does white chocolate come from?"

Wonka snickered, "That is a very good question young lady. I guess I'll show you". However, Wonka was making no effort to sit up. Noodle, after patiently waiting for the demonstration for about ten seconds and receiving nothing, poked Wonka's stomach in an attempt to get his attention.

"Willy?"

"EEP! Yes?"

Noodle chuckled at Wonka's response before rolling her eyes. Honestly, Willy could be so weird sometimes. "Willy, the demonstration?"

"Oh, yes", Willy said sheepishly, sitting up, taking off his hat and reaching inside it, pulling out a square of regular milk chocolate and a small jar with what looked like a bee inside. Incredibly confused, Noodle watched as Wonka opened the jar and released the bug.

"Watch this", he said with a grin as the bug flew around the chocolate, sprinkling a kind of dust which, after a few moments, turned it white. Noodle's eyes widened in realization, "Ohhhh! That's so cool Willy!"

Wonka smiled, "your welcome", before lying back down.

A few minutes passed before Noodle's inquisitiveness returned.

"Willy?"

"Yeah?"

"What did you see earlier?"

"Huh?"

"You know, earlier when you squeaked. What did you see? Should I be concerned?"

"Ohhh", Wonka said in realization, his cheeks going a little pink. "Nothing Noodle, don't worry about it".

Noodle rolled her eyes, poking him in the stomach again, "Wonkaaaaa".

Willy squeaked just as he had before, causing Noodle to instinctively jump and look up at the sky, trying to find the source of her friend's fright.

Wonka sat up abruptly, "Ok Noodle, you know that curiosity killed the cat"

"What cat?" Noodle asked. Having grown up at Scrubbit's and with no family, there were a lot of things that Noodle didn't know. She could read and write and do mathematics just fine, but had never done anything like play or sing or eat sweets or use silly phrases until she had met Wonka.

Wonka sighed in an exaggerated way - "If you must know, Noodle, I'm just a bit ticklish there"

Noodle raised an eyebrow, "Your what?"

Wonka's cheeks went dark red, "Ya know, ticklish". He perched his knees up before his torso, looking away and pretending to be distracted by something in the distance.

"Ticklish? That doesn't ring a bell". Wonka looked aside at her face for one second, catching that she was dead serious, before turning away again. How could he explain tickling?

"W-well", he stuttered, once again looking away, "It means I'm sensative. Like, if you touch my tummy I might react like that. It's nothing".

Catching on to Wonka's embarrassment, Noodle smirked and thought she might have a little fun.

"Oh, like this?" She poked his stomach again, and he let out and even louder squeak than before, and, in a swift motion, he tackled her over so that she was lying on the grass below him. She screamed from his surprise outburst, but giggled as she saw him sitting above her, looking down at her with the most flushed look she had ever seen.

"Oh, okay, you want to have some fun huh?". Just than, he scribbled all ten of his fingers into Noodle's sides, and, in an instant, she burst into high pitched giggles.

"Willy!", she cried, scrunching up her face and slightly kicking her legs.

"Wo-hoa-hoa", Wonka said, scuttering his fingers across her belly, "I thought you would be ticklish, but this ticklish?"

Noodle giggles got higher pitched as Wonka moved spots, her swatting away lightly at his hands to protect her belly.

"Are you ok with this Noodle?", Wonka asked, wanting to make sure he wasn't crossing any boundaries. Noodle nodded as she continued giggling, before turning onto her side, trapping Willy's hand.

"Hey!", he said, "Get back here Apple Stroodle!". Noodle chuckled at the nickname, before Willy flipped her over again and started gently squeezing her knees. Noodle immediately collapsed into full on belly laughs, rocking back and fourth.

"Ahaha! Willyhyhyhyhy!"

Wonka looked down at her with an evil smirk, "Well well well, looks like I hit a bad spot huh Noodle?"

Noodle's cheeks went red. This was her first time being tickled, and she'd be lying if she said it wasn't fun. She felt completely carefree, as if she was eating one of Wonka's calm musical chocolates, although the accompaniment was her shrieks of laughter. Wonka moved on to reaching under her arms experimentally, and her chest sunk down a bit as her laughter lightened steadily into a trail of giggles. All the while Willy was smiling down at her, the girl's joy infectious, and feeling as happy as can be to see her in such a state.

After a few more seconds, Wonka stopped, afraid she would suffocate otherwise. She continued to giggle with phantom tickles and, once they wore off, she just chuckled, sat up and smiled at Wonka. Than, as if like a lion jumping at her pray, she jumped in to hug him, and this time Wonka's squeak was one of fright. The gesture was unexcepted, but Wonka rubbed her back gently.

When she separated from him, Noodle smiled, "I felt so loved. So connected. So bubbly! Thanks for teaching me about this Wonka, I'll have to tell my mum to do it with me sometime".

Wonka looked away once again, his embarrassment returning to him.

"It was such a silly sensation", she said with a laugh, before lying back down, gesturing Wonka to lie beside her. The older boy leaned back, putting his hands under his head like a pillow.

"Willy?"

"Yeah?"

"Didn't you say you were also ticklish?"

Wonka's eyes widened, and he immediately jumped in the air, running across the candy forest of his factory.

"Hey! Get back here Willy!", Noodle called out, standing up to run after him.

"You can't catch me!", Wonka teased, grabbing a chocolate tree branch and swinging himself up. Noodle ran up to the tree, standing at the bottom as Wonka sat triumphantly on a branch above her.

"Haha, nice try Noodle!"

Noodle rolled her eyes again and smiled, "I'll get you next time Willy!"

"Nu-uh", he responded, "there won't be a next time - I'm staying up in this tree for the rest of my life, I can make chocolate just fine from up here".

Noodle chuckled and rolled her eyes again, "Ok, whatever you say Willy". She knew he would have to come down eventually.

That's it! Thanks for reading (: Hope you liked it.

#wonka tickle #ler!wonka #lee!noodle #Wonkaticklefic #tickle community

[catslvrr]

heaven sent — 05. cooking

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You internally cheered as Danielle revealed the plan for today.

“We’re gonna do something more chill today.”

“And what is this ‘chill’ activity you have in mind?”

“Cooking!” She spun around, somehow now wearing an apron that read “Miss Good Lookin’ is Cookin’”.

You stared at her blankly. “Really?”

“Yes.”

She frowned in disapproval as she scavenged through your cabinets and drawers and fridge, only to find them all empty.

“How do you guys live like this?”

You shrugged.

“Guess we have to go grocery shopping then.” She gasped, “This is so exciting, my first ever shopping trip!”

“In that apron?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“…Nothing.”

“So, what exactly are we cooking?” You pushed the shopping cart, watching Danielle who was meticulously observing a jar of pickles.

“I don’t know,” she shook the jar around and cringed at the liquid sloshing around. “What’s your favorite dish?”

“My mom used to make this crazy good chicken noodle soup,” you said, smiling wistfully. “I haven’t had it since… a while.”

“Chicken noodle soup it is then!” She put the jar back on the shelf before making her way to the next aisle with a skip in her step.

“This feels so human. And domestic.” Danielle squeezed your arm, scanning the shelves. “I like it.”

“Yeah,” you stared at her. “Me too.”

“Do you and Minji do this often?”

“Maybe like once every two weeks? We usually just buy some instant noodles, instant rice, spam, some eggs, energy drinks. The essentials. And some snacks too, obviously.”

“Well, she’s in for a surprise today.” She grinned. “Any other stories to tell?”

“Not really, I didn’t go shopping much as a child. I was usually sleeping in.”

“That sounds like you.”

“When I did go though, I’d always ask how to pick the best fruits and vegetables. Felt so proud when mom or dad would approve the one I chose.”

I wonder what they’d think of me now.

“That’s so cute.” Her lips tugged up as she studied you, before throwing various ingredients in the cart. “It must’ve been nice.”

“It was.”

You bit your tongue as you reminisced, tapping your fingers on the handle of the cart.

Danielle continued to toss in ingredients, which you weren’t sure were necessary for chicken noodle soup, but she seemed like she knew what she was doing, and so you just followed her as she bounced around the store.

“Who’s paying for this, by the way?” You were pretty sure you knew the answer, but you held onto the inkling of hope that she would somehow magically pay.

“You are, of course!”

Great.

“Okay!” Danielle rubbed her hands together in anticipation, still wearing the ridiculous apron. “What are we doing, captain?”

“I thought you knew how to cook it?”

“What?” Her hands fell. “It’s your favorite dish, I thought you would know!”

“It’s been years,” you groaned. “Let’s just watch a YouTube tutorial.”

The two of you leaned on the kitchen counter as you both focused on the tutorial.

“Okay,” you drawled. “Doesn’t seem too hard.”

Danielle nodded excitedly. “You take the onions, I’ll take the carrots.”

The two of you began dicing the vegetables.

“You know,” she started. “I remember learning about how this woman sued this grocery store for slipping on a grape. It was in Australia, I think.”

“Huh,” you said. “Maybe you are Australian after all. Did she win the case?”

“Yeah, I think she won like a hundred thousand or something. But get this, the store appealed it and she-”

She abruptly stopped when she heard you sniffling, and rushed over to check on you.

“Are you okay? Did the chicken noodle soup bring back bad feelings? Or was it the woman slipping on the grape-”

Your laughter interrupted her rambling.

“What’s so funny?” She pouted. “Why were you crying?”

“It was the onions, you idiot.” You pointed at the chopping board.

“Oh,” she stood there awkwardly.

“I appreciate the concern, though,” you teased, continuing to dice the onions with your eyes squinted.

“Whatever,” she blushed, turning around and beginning to add the vegetables to the pot.

The two of you continued to discuss whether or not the woman who slipped on the grape truly deserved compensation while finishing the recipe.

“Tada!” Danielle placed a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup in front of you. “Try it.”

Her gaze clung to you as you took the first bite, watching as your eyebrows shot up.

My mom would love you.

“It’s good,” you said softly. “Really good.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

“You mean us.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Minji’s gonna be jumping in joy when she gets back. I think this is our first proper cooked meal in, like, months.”

“You guys really need to get a better diet.”

The two of you continued to eat as you engaged in aimless conversation, your stomach and heart warm. You eventually finished up and washed the dishes before walking Danielle to the door, ending up in a familiar place.

She leaned on the doorframe with a twinkle in her eyes. “How was today?”

“My stomach is happy,” you said. “So I am, too.”

Her lips curved up in delight. And like always, her hand reached out to squeeze yours and she pulled you in for a brief hug.

“Do you wanna stay tonight? We can watch a movie or something,” you mumbled when you separated, scratching your cheek.

For a split second, her smile faltered and an unknown emotion flashed in her eyes. She laughed it off, squeezing your hand again.

“Are you getting attached to me now?” She grinned cheekily.

“What? No,” you averted your gaze, cheeks heating up. “Just thought you’d like to continue your human cosplay.”

“Maybe tomorrow.” You were unsure of what to make of the indecipherable look in her eyes. “Ask me again tomorrow.”

You nodded slowly. “Okay. I’ll see you?”

“I’ll see you,” she repeated, before turning around and disappearing.

You hated to admit it, but she was right. She was growing on you, and the walls you had spent so long building up were beginning to crumble.

(“Bro,” Minji had said later that night, soup dribbling down her chin. “If you don’t give your girlfriend a kiss for this godly dinner, I will.”

“Will do, boss,” you rolled your eyes. “Enjoy it, because we probably won’t have another home-cooked meal for a while.”)

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#newjeans x reader #newjeans fanfic #newjeans fic #danielle marsh x reader #mo jihye x reader

[honourablejester]

Numenera Oddities

So. Numenera does the thing I love from D&D 5e, and that is trinket tables. Or, in this case, oddity tables.

Oddities are ancient salvaged techno-magical items that aren’t necessarily directly useful, like the more powerful one-shot cyphers or reusable artefacts, but are more there for the flavour of the world. Characters often start with them, GM assigned, and I assume you can find more of them out and about. And … I do love them. These are from the Oddity Table on pgs 305-307 of the Discovery corebook, and they’re just … so illustrative of this future fantasy, scavenger world, 'remants of past civilisations' setting.

I think one of the things that I most love is that, from the characters’ POV, in their medieval fantasy setting, these are inscrutable artefacts of a bygone civilisation, but from our POV, with our technology, you can so clearly see what some of them are intended to be:

26 – Series of thin plastic cards that show all kinds of unknown creatures. (Somebody had trading cards or card games during the past billion years)

20 – Plastic bottle that contains a spray that cleans any stain and never runs out. (Somebody finally invented a universal household cleaner, an infinite universal household cleaner, I bet they made an absolute mint)

30 – Metallic jar that maintains the temperature of liquid inside indefinitely. (Somebody made an improved thermos)

60 – Cup that instantly boils any liquid poured into it. (As well as an instant tea/instant pot noodle/instead meal cup)

33 – Small wand-like device that keeps away normal insects in a 5ft radius. (As well as mobile personalised insect zappers)

55 – Shirt that displays your muscles, bones and internal organs when you wear it. (And, for whatever reason, a portable x-ray shirt? Was this a practical invention first, for field x-rays, or was it for funsies, or both?)

58 – Bracelet with a tiny bell charm that rings like a massive bell when intentionally rung. (Personal protective device?)

80 – A bracelet that rends you unable to reproduce while worn. (An easy, non-invasive contraceptive device, interesting)

76 – Ceramic ring that makes you feel as though gentle hands are caressing your body. (As well as a possible sex toy? Or aide for touch-hunger? Not going to lie, if I touched this with no context and no idea what it was going to be, I’d freak the hell out)

79 – A pair of small, floating cubes that keep a small, enclosed room at the temperature at which water freezes. (Portable refrigeration)

Like, a lot of these are clearly futuristic novelty items or household appliances, as well as some more in-depth and casual medical technology. And I love that? I love that. You’re in a medieval fantasy scavenger world where the detritus of past super-futuristic civilisations litter your world, and you’re there picking up random bits of ancestor junk and trying from your own frame of reference to figure out what the fuck they had going on.

Some of the oddities are a bit more inscrutable even from our POV.

7 – Box with a tiny group of musicians in it who play when it is opened and look horrified when it is closed. (Now, this could be a novelty item again, but this is also a setting where ancient crystal obelisks eat people and trans-dimensional portals and pocket dimensions are also a thing, so … not beyond the bounds of possibility that those are live and enslaved musicians getting shunted into a pocket stasis dimension every time you close the lid)

And some have a language barrier in effect:

16 – Small rod that emits a voice saying the same thing in an unknown language every time a button is pushed. (Could be anything from a personal memo to an ancient distress call)

47 – Five metallic plates that orbit around your head and display ever-changing, unknown symbols. (I fucking love this one, if I was a scholar in this world I would dedicate my life to figuring out this language from the presumption that those symbols are some form of reading from me and if I can just figure out what they’re reading from what symbols show when, maybe I can Rosetta stone this language out? I mean, that’s a lot of assumptions, but you’d have to at least try, right?)

There’s also a series of oddities that are clearly communication/monitoring devices:

17 – Glass plate that shows what seems to be a live image of the moon, but from a closer vantage.

43 – Glass cube that shows what seems to be a live aerial view of an unknown, ruined city.

89 – Plate of glass that, when you view the night sky through it, reveals ten times as many stars.

And we, the players, know that the setting does have ancient satellites still in orbit around the planet, full of nanomachines and other ancestors-know-what. So these are clearly receivers for satellite feeds, or possibly in the last case a light-pollution filter. Though I’d be interested to know if that last one is a live image, or if it’s an image of the stars of this world several million years ago.

And then, in the midst of all that, there are several oddities that are clearly just art, or novelties, or just for fun:

57 – Amulet that, when worn, projects holographic images of fish swimming around you.

Is this a nightlight? A holographic art piece? A fun fashion accessory? I don’t know, but I desperately want one, and no matter how useless it is, I would not sacrifice this one oddity for any number of more useful cyphers or artefacts. It’s pretty, and I love it.

I love the design philosophy of these, the illustration of the world and its history that they provide. And, I mean, some of them, like D&D trinkets, can also function as plot hooks. Where is that unknown city on the live feed? Are those musicians real people trapped in a horrifying pocket dimension? Could you Rosetta-stone one of the ancient languages from that metallic plate device, and if you could, what other, potentially more powerful secrets would it unlock?

They’re just … I love trinkets. I love environmental worldbuilding, I love archaeology, I love the illustration of setting inherent in physical objects. These are fantastic.  

Trinket tables are the best. Honestly, if you are designing a game, do put in a class of objects that don’t exist for any mechanical, game purpose, but are just there to show your world. To show the ethos of your world via the tiny details and physical objects that populate it.

Also, this game appears to be, to a large extent, ‘fantastic archaeology: the setting’, and I’m here for it. Absolutely!

#numenera #ttrpgs #trinkets #trinket tables #oddities #playing with POVs #i love these so much

[devildom-moss]

hiii! i just saw your requests are open and imagine my excitement!! bcs aaa i rlly really love your writings💕💕theyre such a treat to read, the shenanigans and character interactions are so captivatingly written that i am: Smitten

could i req: a short platonic fic where luke teaches you (gn!mc), a chronic instant noodles eater++kitchen-illiterate person, how to cook?

i think it wud be a funny sight for the rest of purgatory hall getting to see this lil angel easily navigate a stove/handles a knife while the actual adult is struggling not to mix sugar nd salt (also ik he mostly bakes but im of the mind that canon was meant to be ignored HAHA and besides theres not enough fics of luke gettin to be mc's guardian angel)

please tag me @diodellet too, thank you (not to rush u or anyth, by all means take your time to work your magic, writing words gets hard smtimes) 💕💕💕i hope you have a wonderful day and remember to hydrate!!

Thank you so much! That’s so sweet! I hope you’ll like it. I'm sorry that it got a little (or a lot) longer than I intended, but it was a really cute idea. @diodellet

Luke teaching a kitchen-illiterate gn!MC to cook

“You know, MC,” Simeon mused, handing you a sandwich, “I’d like to try your home cooking someday.”

The members of Purgatory Hall had invited you to a picnic – Simeon and Luke prepared all the food. Solomon offered to help them, but Simeon insisted that since it was Luke’s idea to have a picnic that day, Luke should be responsible for the cooking. However, as Luke’s guardian, Simeon had to be there to help. Usually, Luke would have protested being treated like a child, but if it got Solomon out of the kitchen, he’d tolerate it.

“Yeah, good luck with that,” Solomon laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Raphael asked.

“MC doesn’t cook,” Solomon informed everyone on your behalf.

“What?” Luke was shocked. “Why not? What do you do when it’s your day to cook? I thought you and those demons split the chores up.”

“I usually just order out or get some of those pre-made meals. Honestly, we eat a lot of instant food when I’m on cooking duty. I can’t really do much without ruining the food.”

“You’re joking, right?” Simeon chuckled, but when you failed to laugh along, his face stiffened up. “Right?”

“Nope, they’re completely lost in the kitchen. Asmo told me that he tried to teach them how to make an omelet and everything inside was undercooked and cut into huge, uneven chunks. They even burned the eggs,” Solomon told on you.

“Oh, you’re one to insult someone’s cooking.” You narrowed your eyes at him before turning back to the bewildered angels. “But he’s right. I’m pretty incompetent in the kitchen. No one ever really taught me, and they’re not usually patient enough for me to learn.”

“That’s unacceptable, MC!” Luke shouted. “You need to be able to cook. What if you get sick from poor nutrition? Besides, cooking is fun. I’ll teach you.”

“Luke, you don’t have to do that. That sounds like it will be a lot of trouble for you.” You declined his offer, worried that he was simply pitying you.

“Nonsense! I insist! If you don’t learn, I’ll always be worried about you eating right or getting hurt in the kitchen. Just come for one lesson. If you hate it, we’ll figure something else out. Please?”

“Okay,” you admitted defeat. “Thank you, Luke.”

“Good.” Luke grinned. “Come to Purgatory Hall tomorrow afternoon.”

Simeon greeted you at the door that afternoon, a bright smile on his face. “I’m so glad you’re here. Luke has been up since early morning getting ready for your arrival.”

“Simeon!” Luke shouted at him, flushed with embarrassment. “It wasn’t that early. Come in, MC. Raphael made you an apron last night, so he’s still asleep.”

You put on the well-made and rather adorable apron and followed Luke to the kitchen. Jars of spices and nearly a dozen fruits and vegetables were set out on the counter. Luke went through the trouble of picking out produce that he had seen you eat before and ones that weren’t especially difficult to prepare or handle.

“Uhm, so,” you drew out the “o” sound while you scrambled to figure out what he had planned, but you were at a loss. “What are we making today?”

“Take a guess.”

“Salad?” you responded, uncertain of your guess.

“No – but that would have been a good beginner meal, too. We’re making soup – well, actually, curry.” Luke beamed at you, quite proud of his choice. “Curry is highly customizable. We can make it mild or spicy to suit your tastes, we can make it vegan or vegetarian, and you can change up the ingredients with the seasons. And there’s nothing more comforting and loving than making soup for yourself and those you care about.”

“Is curry a soup?” you questioned him.

“Well, let’s not get into that.” Simeon laughed awkwardly. He turned to Luke and pat him on the head gently. “I’m leaving MC in your hands, Luke. Be a good little teacher and call me over if you need help with anything.”

“Simeon! I’ve got this,” Luke whined and began pushing Simeon out of the kitchen from behind. Simeon waved goodbye to you during his forceful expulsion.

You put your hand to your mouth to prevent yourself from laughing or cracking a smile at how cute they were. When Luke returned guardian-less he symbolically dusted his hands off and instructed, “okay, we both need to wash our hands before we start cooking. Then we’ll wash all the produce you want to use.”

“Yessir,” you saluted him in jest before following orders. With clean hands, you perused the options.

Among other ingredients, there were two varieties of Devildom mushrooms, peppers, potatoes, revelation tomatoes, ghost pumpkin, and putrid pineapple. Your eyes landed on a deep red stalk. You picked it up. “What’s this one, Luke, some kind of Devildom celery?”

Luke blinked at you in amazement. “That’s rhubarb. It’s a human world vegetable. Solomon decided to grow some.”

“O-oh,” you set it down, embarrassed and half-expecting Luke to laugh.

“That’s okay. It does fit in with Devildom fruit and vegetables, doesn’t it?” Luke smiled at you innocently.

“I guess so. How many fruits and vegetables should I pick?”

“A couple. Add what you think will taste good. I’ll let you know if you make any awful choices, but I trust you.”

Something about his confidence in the face of your absolute lack of skill was comforting – like it was unlikely that you would fail, and if you might, he’d guide you away from a Solomon-level disaster. You grabbed the ghost pumpkin, chickpeas, red peppers, and a Devildom variety of chili pepper. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah, that will be great.”

“Is there anything you want to add, Luke?”

“Let’s add some revelation tomatoes! Barbatos brought these over just yesterday and they look amazing. We should add garlic and shallots or onions, too. Those are usually a given in curry, though.”

“I’m learning already,” you smiled through your words.

Luke watched over you diligently. After showing you the proper technique, he kept an eye out as you minced the garlic and shallots. He even corrected your hand position before he let you cut anything, ensuring that your fingers were curled or at least out of the way. It was adorable to hear him call the curled hand position the “cat paw.” In its own way, it was also pretty cute to watch a little angel holding a big knife. When you finished cutting up your half of the roasted pumpkin a good minute after Luke had finished his, it looked disappointing. Although, to be fair, Simeon and Solomon popping their head out from the hall to get a peak into the kitchen was a bit distracting.

“It’s kind of a mess compared to yours,” you noted, sheepishly.

“That’s okay.” Luke grinned and scooped your pumpkin pieces into the bowl with his. “They’re all about the same size, and there’s no seeds on them. They’ll cook up fine, and once they’re in the curry, no one will notice if they weren’t cut up that nicely as long as the food tastes good.”

You were taken aback by his optimism and sweetness – and so was whoever took a sharp inhale from the living room.

You and Luke were halfway through cutting the peppers and the aromatics were already in the pot along with a roux – adjusted to your spice level – when Solomon entered the kitchen. “Mind if I help you out in here?”

“Oh, no thank you.” You shook your head and added the coconut milk into the pot as Luke had instructed. “Luke’s doing a great job teaching me.”

“I’m a great cook,” he lied, mostly to himself, “I’m sure I could teach you a thing or two.”

“They said ‘no,’ Solomon. We can do this ourselves.”

“Come on,” Solomon tried to persuade you both.

“I’m bonding with Luke, so no.”

That was enough to shut Solomon up. He couldn’t bring himself to come between yours and Luke’s bonding time. “Can we at least come in and watch?”

“’We?’” you questioned him.

“It’s so boring trying to watch from the living room. Simeon couldn’t see well when you accidentally turned on the back burner and wondered why the pot hadn’t heated up after 5 minutes. It was really funny.”

“Your stove is different than the one at the House of Lamentation, you rude old wizard.”

“Come on, it was also really cute, MC.”

“As cute as one of your wizard staffs giving you a prostate exam?” You narrowed your eyes at him. Luke decided to tune out your fighting as he dumped the vegetables and chickpeas into the water.

“Maybe, but that’s a bit kinky to mention in front of Luke.” Solomon laughed and turned away. “Anyway, I’m going to get the others.”

“It was an insult you dirty old–” you started, but it was too late; he was already down the hall – and you didn’t actually have an insult on hand. Luke sighed and shook his head at you two. It wasn’t like he was above bickering, but no one should argue in a kitchen.

“While we have a minute, the last thing we need to cut up is the revelation tomato. We need to give it a secret, something good. I think we should both tell it a secret, what do you think, MC?”

“Okay. I’ll go first.” You looked at Luke’s adorable face as you took the tomato and made your choice. “Dear tomato, Luke is a really good teacher, and I’m glad he offered to teach me because I’m pretty useless in the kitchen. It’s usually embarrassing and pretty scary, but not when Luke is here to help. I’m really proud of him. And I know we’re not done with the dish yet, but I’m proud of myself, too – at least a bit.”

You handed the tomato to Luke. Sure, it wasn’t the juiciest of secrets, but you were happy with it. It felt right – like how the vegetables you picked out felt right or how the spices you added felt right. Luke stepped into the corner to whisper his secret to the tomato.

Luke had just finished telling the tomato his secret when Simeon, Raphael, and Solomon piled into the kitchen.

“So, how’s it going?” Simeon asked sweetly.

“MC’s doing a great job,” Luke bragged on your behalf while you focused on dicing the tomato. Whatever secret Luke had shared, the combination of both of your secrets had combined to make a perfectly juicy tomato that was fragrant and slightly sweet.

“Smells good,” Raphael commented.

“Thank you, Raph. And thank you for the apron. It’s cute.”

“No problem. I’m glad you didn’t cut any fingers off or get any blood on it.” Everyone ignored his grim comment. “You should take it home with you for when you cook for the brothers. I can always make you an apron specifically for here.”

“We could have matching aprons, MC!” Luke almost jumped with joy before restraining himself. He added, timidly, “Of course, that’s only if you want to have more cooking lessons.”

“I’d love to, Luke.”

You added the tomatoes into the pot, gave it a stir, turned the heat down, and added the lid on to allow the curry to simmer. Luke clapped his hands together and said, “Excellent. Lunch will be ready soon. I prepared some rice to go along with it.”

“When did you have time to do that?” you asked, stunned by what seemed to be the sudden appearance of a rice cooker on one of the counters. How had you not heard that going?

“While you were chopping vegetables.”

“Well, I’ll go set the table.” Simeon was reluctant to leave the precious sight of you and Luke in the kitchen. He never imagined you’d be so lost, nor did he imagine that Luke would make such an excellent teacher. Still, at least he would have the opportunity to see his favorite angel sorry Raphael and favorite human not sorry Solomon cooking together again.

“I’ll get some Demonus and some juice for Luke.” Raphael took his leave.

With every bowl filled, you stared around the table nervously. Who should take the first bite? What if it was awful? Confident, Luke dug in. You watched him carefully.

“This is good – if I do say so myself. You did a great job, MC.”

“It’s delicious,” Simeon added with a grin.

“Asmo would never believe that you made this,” Solomon offered his backhanded compliment. “I’m going to take a picture and share it on Devilgram. I should caption it ‘Thank you Luke and MC for making lunch.’”

“Good job, you two.” Raphael nodded.

“I couldn’t have done this without Luke.” All the praise was starting to get embarrassing, so you turned to Luke. “Thank you so much for teaching me.”

Luke was grinning from ear to ear. He could ace all his exams and he still wouldn’t feel prouder than he was now.

Bonus:

Luke’s secret:

“I’m so happy that I can finally help MC with something. They’re always helping me out, and I don’t get to repay the favor very often. I’m worried about them being alone, but if they can cook, that’s one less thing I have to worry about. I hope I can keep teaching them, and they’ll think of me as someone they can rely on.”

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to finally get to another request. I've been kind of out of it, and instead of committing to one request and finishing it, I started like 4 at once. I'll try to get on with the others soon, though.

#luke #simeon #solomon #raphael #gn!mc #anon #requests #diodellet #ask #obey me #obey me purgatory hall #I hope that my love of soup and curry comes through in this #also I feel like I've been in a real bully Solomon mood recently #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me raphael

[comingfromastatechampionasshole]

Making Yorkshire Parkin: When You Want to Remember, Remember, the Fifth of November (but you forgot)

I bought Lyle’s Golden Syrup on a whim in our international grocers months ago, nestled between the Marmite and jarred clotted cream. I didn’t know what golden syrup tasted like, I had no use for it, and no recipe I had ever read included it. Naturally, I bought it immediately. Walking by the racks of Japanese candy and multiple incidences of ramen noodles, I asked myself, “Is there a particular reason I’m buying this, or am I just pissed they don’t have Walker’s and don’t want to walk away empty-handed?” 

Months later, I end up watching a video on parkin. Uses golden syrup. In this moment, the stars align. 

How did I stumble on this? Well, I’m interested in historical food, and even more so historical baking, and November was coming up. Try the Guy Fawkes day cake, it proclaimed to me, and as I watched it, and it was described to me as an English gingerbread-style cake, i thought, “There’s nothing about that idea I don’t like! I can make parkin, it can’t be that hard. Not like i’m going to be able to buy it here to try it.” 

And hard is not the word for it. Let’s go on a journey. 

So the first thing is, that Yorkshire parkin isn’t the only parkin in town and so, as I glanced at recipes, i discovered that there were multiple theories of the business, and many of these theories involved insulting each others’ grandmothers. Lancashire parkin uses mainly golden syrup, resulting in a sweeter and softer-flavored cake, and I guess that’s why the only things a civilized human being knows about Lancashire is that it’s in the North of England, and it features in the Merrily Song from the Wind and the Willows. No, the more I read, the more I realized I wanted Yorkshire parkin, a dark, aggressive form of the cake that makes heavy use of black treacle and threatens to kick your teeth in. It’s no wonder that Yorkshire gets all the great wonders of the North, like Wuthering Heights, The Secret Garden, and that one pizza place I really liked. 

It turns out that Yorkshire parkin uses a very small amont of golden syrup, and so you may be saying to yourself at this point, “Doc are you unnecessarily complicating your life to say you literally opened this stupid plastic bottle of sugar syrup?” to which I say, ‘No one asked you, okay?” 

Black treacle is the first thing on this list, and this was actually the easy part. One of the ‘fun’ things about reading recipes from English to English (and sometimes even to English!) is that you have to make substitutions, and people’s attitude toward substitutions for ingredients run the gamut from questionable to hysteria. The good news is that this unites us all, and I am sure there will be several fine Brits yelling at me that unsulfured molasses is nothing like black treacle, in the same way that many Americans lost their mind at the mere suggestion that a digestive might be more or less equivalent to a graham cracker. I welcome your hatemail, Hail Satan , Lord of Spiders, just use unsulfured molasses and you’ll be fine. 

But then we have the problem of “medium oatmeal.” The Brits are running on a completely different system than we are with our paltry three or so styles of oatmeal: Rolled, steel cut (often called Irish oats), and instant. There are some outliers, but they are mostly the exclusive purview of places where one might buy free-range ostrich farts and consensually squeezed oranges. Meanwhile, on a rainy rock in the North, we have seventeen separate grades of oatmeal, some of which are only found on one specific moor where young maidens cry over it, keening into the wind (An expensive delicacy not unlike kopi luwak) Try as I might, I found it near impossible to get medium oatmeal, and so I took the most reasonable out possible: Buying steel cut oats and frantically googling photos of medium oatmeal until I had processed it down to the rough appearance. 

This is medium oatmeal. Probably. 

The assembly of it is stunningly old-fashioned, and I’m not making a joke when I say it seems basically unchanged from the 1700s: You mix the sugar and butter ingredients together in a sauce pan until the sugar melts, and then throw it into the dry mix, putting it together and then throwing in an egg as some desperate attempt to give so loft to what is going to be a doorstop or perhaps the blunt object that was originally used to kill Guy Fawkes, as well as a splash of milk, though what it hopes to contribute to the action I can’t possibly imagine. 

Having read over all this at 9:30 pm on the 5th of November, I ready myrself to assemble the parkin so I can leave it out for King James or whatever. Then I read the cook time on the cake: Seventy to Ninety Minutes. 

“Fuck this shit, I’m American,” I said, cracking open a beer and heading upstairs with my sixteen guns while eagles cried and sang “God Bless The USA” overhead. 

REMEMBER, REMEMBER, THE SIXTH OF NOVEMBER, WHEN ALL THESE INGREDIENTS ARE STILL SITTING IN MY KITCHEN. 

So, I have followed the recipe. The cake is in the oven. What will it become? Stay tuned!

#Food writing

[youmenotyummy]

Converse High – P.SH [박성훈] {CH. 1}

Synopsis: Shin Y/N was given the task to deliver her best friend's love letter to the shoe locker of Park Sunghan, the president of the broadcasting club. It just so happened to be that Park Sunghan's shoe box is situated right next to the shoe box of Park Sunghoon, a boy whose name had a one-syllable difference.

"Bye, Mom!" Y/N dashed out the front door with her backpack hanging from one shoulder and a fruit jelly stick hanging out of her mouth before Mrs. Shin could relay the chores waiting for her daughter as punishment.

"Hey, you left you're–!" The door slammed shut, and Mrs. Shin shook her head after spotting the jar of fruit jellies on the dining table, feeling stressed thinking about her daughter's nutritional diet and her tendency to splurge her allowance on sinfully delicious snacks.

The previous night's attempt to sneak out was not the first. Mrs. Shin wondered when the time would come where her daughter would stop going on nightly rendezvous, which Y/N would call "top secret missions". Top secret missions, her butt— anyone would know that she went to the convenience store after seeing her with a plastic bag in each hand filled to the brim with bags of chips, cookies, instant noodles and candy. Spies need the most energy they can get to do their jobs well, Y/N would say, but her barely-passing school grades said otherwise.

Mrs. Shin sighed as she put the girl's lunchbox in the fridge, concluding that she could just eat it after school.

"Chaewon!" Y/N speedily shuffled to her best friend waiting in the first floor hallway, her indoor slippers rubbing against the tiled floor with each movement forward. "What kind of emergency is it? Hunger? Thirst? Cold? Heartbroken? I know you already said no, but, menstrual–"

"It's none of those, my love. It's actually," Chaewon pulls an envelope out from behind her. "This." Y/N examined the white envelope being extended towards her, only grabbing it until she glanced at Chaewon for approval. She inspected the heart sticker covering the envelope's triangle flap and flipped it over to see if there was anything written on the back.

"Who's this for?" Y/N held it up to her ear and shook it to see if there was anything besides paper inside. "Is it for me?"

"No."

"That's rough." Y/N slumped her shoulders at the quick rejection. Chaewon twiddled her fingers and glanced around.

"It's actually for–" She leaned in and whispered into Y/N's ear. "Park Sunghan."

Y/N's eyes widened. "You have a crush on someone?!" Chaewon shyly nodded her head. "Wait but who is he? I mean his name sounds familiar, but I don't think I know him." Chaewon smacked her best friend's arm.

"What do you mean 'who is he'? He's literally the guy that does the announcements every morning."

"Baby, you know I never listen to it." Chaewon laughed at the girl's honesty. "But I can't believe you're crushing on someone now and still have the audacity to call me your 'love'. I never knew you were a player, Ms. Kim."

"Oh, shut up! You're still my number one." Y/N cheekily blew a kiss towards her after hearing her statement. "Anyways, are you willing to take on this mission and deliver this letter to him?"

"Chae, I barely know who he is, I don't even know what he looks like."

"That's why you're gonna deliver this to his shoe box instead. You remember his name, right?" Y/N held the letter up next to her face and shooed her best friend away while walking backwards in the direction of the shoe lockers.

"Of course I do! Don't worry about it and wait for me in class. What kind of top spy would forget the name of their target?"

Y/N, apparently. If there was one thing about her, it was that she was the absolute worst at remembering names. Heck, it took three weeks of being friends with Chaewon to remember her name. How was she going to recall the name of a guy she doesn't even know?

Y/N scanned the rows of shoe lockers for any name that rang a bell. "Well, I know his last name is Park...." It was indeed helpful that the lockers were organized in alphabetical order. She began to list off every Park she saw: Park Aera, Park Chaeyoung, Park Jongseong... the list goes on, and just as she got to the ones whose first names began with an M, the warning bell rang, signaling that the students needed to make their ways to class. Y/N panicked and speedily looked through the rest of the names.

"Park Minsung, Park Mina, Park Nabi, Park Narae–" She recited the names out loud, earning her a few concerned looks from those passing by. "Park Sua, Park Sungjae, Park Sungmin–? No, I don't think that's him... ah! Park Sunghan! I've definitely heard that name!" Y/N attempted to shove the letter through the crack of the locker and was about to run off to class until she heard the envelope drop on the ground. "Oh, come on!" She picked it back up and shoved it in once more, catching a glimpse of the locker number. "Number 20, got it. Mission successful!" She screamed as she sprinted down the hallway with two remaining minutes before the final bell would ring.

"Sunghoon, hurry up! The coach is gonna bench us if we're late one more time this semester!" Park Jongseong, member of Decelis Academy's rugby team and also referred to as Jay, ushered his friend to speed up before they received a suspension from their upcoming games due to academic tardiness.

"I'm going as fast as I can!" Sunghoon fumbled with the lock on his shoe locker while kicking his black Converse sneakers off. He threw his sneakers in once he pulled the lock off, not bothering to shut the locker close. He looked down as he hurriedly slipped his indoor shoes on, noticing a letter with a heart-shaped sticker on it. Without much thought to who it came from or the amount of teasing he would get from his friends, he picked it up and shoved it in his blazer's pocket. "Let's run!" He ran down the hallway with Jay taking the lead.

"Chae, I'm starving!" Y/N complained and kicked the seat in front of her. The owner of the desk turned around and rested her head on top of the chair.

"Did you forget to bring your lunch?" Chaewon's jaw opened and shut with each word that came out of her mouth, the chair supporting her head.

"I was so busy trying to escape my mom before she could give me more chores that I forgot to take my lunch off the table." Y/N cried. "Do you think they still have those pineapple buns at the cafeteria?"

"Let's go check. If not, I'll buy you whatever you want as payment for this morning." Chaewon stood up from her seat and beckoned for the girl to come along.

"Chaechae, I love you!" Y/N sprung out of her chair and flung her arms around Chaewon. The two, still attached together, walked out of the classroom and into the halls filled with students chatting and eating during their lunch break. "Why can't you be my girlfriend?"

"So that I can buy you lunch everyday?" Chaewon felt Y/N nod her head. "Being your girlfriend sounds expensive."

The route from their classroom to the cafeteria involved passing by the shoe lockers, which reminded Y/N of her successful delivery. Deciding to boast about her supreme secret agent skills, she called Chaewon's attention.

"I was so smooth and discreet this morning, it's like nobody even knew I was there." Maybe she could be a bit over-exaggerated when storytelling, but it was a good trait to have being apart of the school's film-making club. "I even remembered his locker number! Wanna see it in case you have another letter to send?" She dragged her best friend to the shoe area. She may not be good with names, but she was (decently) good with locations. "It's this one, right here!" Y/N pointed to the opened locker.

"Looks like he forgot to close it." Chaewon pushed her palm against its door and carefully shut it, her eyes widening when seeing the nametag stuck next to the big black-metallic '20'.

"I didn't see the letter in there. That probably means he took it! Unless I have the wrong number..."

"Y/N..." Chaewon started.

"What's wrong, Chaechae? You're face got pale all of a sudden." Y/N's eyes travelled to where Chaewon was staring. She felt herself gulp at the three printed characters on the name tag, specifically the last one.

'#20: Park Sunghoon [박성훈]'

"Oh."

Extra #1! Peeking into the Film-Making Club...🎥🕵️‍♀️

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Pelipper mail! A decent amount of groceries, including: Cans of chicken noodle soup, boxes of macaroni, boxes of oatmeal, instant ramen, a jar of peanut butter, a couple loaves of bread, and some bags of various dried fruits. There's also an assortment of poffins, for sharing with your Pokemon!

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! Thank you so so so so much

The poffins taste nice, too. I'm sure Johanna and everyone else will be happy to try them!

#pokeblogging #rotomblr #Colors Flying High #//yes he ate a poffin

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does clef eats instant noodles dry, or does he adds a half of a mayonnaise jar in it or both