#okay well I can make soup then and make good use of the milk that's going bad and all the potatoes we have!!

[arimabari]

when it costs $8 to get 70 cent salt delivered to your home and you only have $6 

#personal.txt #I can bake bread for breakfast I said!! #except you need salt for that #okay well I can make soup then and make good use of the milk that's going bad and all the potatoes we have!! #WITH WHAT SALT IDIOT #okay fine I'll just have cereal then #WITH THE GOING BAD MILK??? #OKAY TOAST THEN #W I T H W H A T B R E A D

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Coming Out

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: some explicit language, mention of an unsub hurting Emily 😱, vague insinuations of homophobia, mostly fluff on fluff, feat. loyal himbo Derek Morgan Word Count: 2k

Summary: Emily gets injured on the job, and all she really wants is you, her girlfriend. But she's not out to the rest of the team yet. Can she be vulnerable enough to share that part of herself with the team? Can she be vulnerable enough to let you take care of her? Takes place at the end of S3.E2.

Emily dabbed at her head and winced, checking her watch to see if it had been long enough to take more pain medication. But despite getting clocked with a plank of wood, she was glad to be on the jet, glad to be back with her team because they really were starting to feel like her team. Who was she kidding? She loved her job.

According to the pilot, the team would be landing at Quantico in a little over an hour. Emily grabbed her phone, discreetly shoving it into her pocket, before heading to the back of the plane. She needed to call you, but the rest of the team didn't know about you yet. Hell, the rest of the team didn't even know she was gay. It felt too personal, and she'd been hurt by people's reactions–people she loved and trusted deeply–too many times. She played her relationships and her sexuality close to the vest.

Reid tapped Emily's arm as she passed by.

"Oh! Are you going all the way to the back?"

Emily tensed. "Yep."

"Could you bring me a Sprite?"

She felt her shoulders relax, and she patted Reid on the arm. "Sure."

After knocking on the bathroom door to make sure that truly no one was around, she called you, her voice hushed as she rifled through tiny airplane soda cans, looking for Reid's Sprite.

"Hey, Em," you said, your voice bright.

"Hey," she said, a goofy smile spreading across her face. "What are you up to?"

"Nothing much. Saw a street rat earlier. I named him Guillermo. I think he's on the prowl for a girlfriend."

Emily laughed, covering her mouth.

"How was Milwaukee?" you asked.

"Good. Really good. We got the guy. We're on the plane now."

She could nearly hear how smug you were through the phone.

"You're glad you went back," you snickered, relishing in being right. She'd sworn that it wasn't a big deal, that it'd be easy to get another good job, but you knew her heart was with the BAU.

Emily sighed. "I am. You were right."

"You're gonna stay?"

"Looks that way."

"I knew it!" you crowed. "I'm glad. You're too good at your job to quit it."

"Thanks, love. Listen, Y/N, can I ask you a favor?"

"Of course! Anything."

Emily winced, touching the swollen bump on her head. "We land in about an hour. Can you pick me up and stay at my place tonight?"

"Wow." You drew out the vowel, milking the fact that Emily needed you for once. "You missed me that much, huh?"

"Well, yes, of course, but... I, uh... I kind of have a concussion?"

Your tone shifted immediately from smug to concerned. "What?! Why?! What happened!?"

"Unsub hit me with a plank of wood," she admitted reluctantly.

"Jesus Christ, Em! Are you okay!?"

"I'm fine, baby, I promise," she reassured you. "I just got a little banged up, that's all. But I'll need you to wake me up every few hours and make sure I'm cognizant."

"I think I have some soup in the freezer," you observed, your voice far away. You'd put her on speakerphone to rifle through the cabinets. "And I have a thermometer. I don't know, do concussions cause fevers? I've never had one."

Emily shook her head, smiling. She loved that your first response, always, was to take care of her. Emily was not used to being taken care of, and she didn't let many people do it. She certainly wouldn't let many people see it either. But she let you.

"No thermometers needed. Just you and your car and more you when we get home."

"You got it. When did you say you land?"

"In about an hour."

"Okay. I'll leave in a few."

"Oh," Emily added quickly. "And you're cleared to drive into Quantico. They know the car you drive and they've got your ID on file. Just show it to them at the gate."

You paused. "Well, that's a little Big Brother of them."

"I gave it to them a few months ago. Just in case you ever needed to come by. Sorry, I should've told you."

"It's okay," you decided, pulling on a jacket and a beanie. "It feels kind of badass to be on Quantico's list."

Emily laughed, almost excited to have a concussion because it meant you'd be snuggled right up to next to her for however long it took to get better. 48 hours at least.

"Alright, baby," she finished, Reid's Sprite in hand. "I'll see you in a bit."

"Bye, love."

Emily wiped the grin off her face before returning to the cabin with Reid's Sprite–it'd look suspicious if she was too happy coming back.

An hour later, the team was going their separate ways in the parking lot, waving goodbyes and slamming car doors under the buzzing lights.

Emily leaned on the wall outside the building entrance, relishing the crisp night air.

"You need a ride, Prentiss?" Morgan asked as he walked out, used go-bag slung over his shoulder. "You shouldn't be driving" He pointed to her head.

"No, that's okay," Emily waved him off. "I've got– uh... someone's... picking me up."

Fuck, she thought. The concussion was not helping her ability to lie well.

Morgan stared at her suspiciously.

"What?" Emily laughed, trying to act normal.

"Why are you acting shifty?"

"I'm not!" she protested.

Morgan smirked and waggled his eyebrows. "Do you have a secret boyfriend?"

"What?" Emily said, laughing a little too forcefully. "No!"

He crossed his arms and waited. "You're seriously not gonna tell me?"

Emily leaned against the brick wall, rubbing her forehead. On the one hand, she was tired of keeping you–and herself–a secret. And if anyone was going to be supportive of someone on the team getting laid, it would be Morgan. But on the other, did she really know that much about him? She didn't know his religious background. Sure, he'd defend a gay victim, but that was his job. This was personal.

Emily sighed before replying. "I have... I have a secret girlfriend."

The silence felt like it lasted hours, stretching between them until Emily was sure the chasm would never close again, and that with just a few words, just by being herself, she'd ruined any chance of a friendship with Derek Morgan. It wouldn't be the first time. It probably wouldn't be the last.

Morgan seemed to think deeply before leaning against the wall next to Emily, turning to look her in the eye.

"Prentiss, why didn't you tell us you were gay?"

Emily was afraid to look at him, but when she did, her heart soared. He looked at her with nothing but love and respect and appreciation, no hint of hatred or disgust. If anything, he looked sad that she'd waited so long to tell him.

"I don't know," she shrugged. "I don't always get a good reaction."

"Well, you know nobody on this team would have a problem with that, right? Hell, Garcia'd probably hang pride flags everywhere."

"I know," Emily nodded. "I just... I don't think I'm ready yet. For everyone to know. Soon, though."

Morgan nodded, then thought for a few minutes before asking, "Is it serious?"

Emily chuckled. "Being gay? Yeah, I'd say so."

Morgan shoved her shoulder gently, mindful of the day's injuries. "No! The girl! How long have you been seeing her?"

"A little over six months."

"So, it's serious."

Emily grinned. She was glad to have someone to talk to about this. She'd held it so close for so long. She wasn't used to having anyone to tell about you. Maybe Morgan could be that person.

"Promise not to tell the others?"

Morgan put his hand over his heart. "Promise."

"I'd marry her tomorrow if she'd let me."

"Wow." Morgan raised his eyebrows, smiling lightly. "Prentiss is in love," he said, teasing her.

Emily fought a wide smile, but lost in the end. "Oh, shut up. And don't tell anyone. Especially her."

"Your secret's safe with me," Morgan reassured her. And she could tell he meant it. Emily trusted him, she realized. She trusted him to be a good friend, to keep her secrets. She trusted him not to out her to the rest of the team. He'd let her go at her own pace when it came to telling the others.

"She better be amazing," Morgan added. "I don't know how anyone could be good enough for you."

Just at that moment, a pair of headlights crept slowly into the parking lot, hesitant and unsure. It had to be you. Emily stepped forward and waved a bit, then turned to Morgan.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow?" she said.

"Not with that head, you won't," Morgan observed.

You put the car in park next to the curb and leapt out of the driver's seat, hurrying over to Emily.

"Oh my god!" you exclaimed, anger and concern washing over you. "I thought you you said you were fine!"

You gingerly touched Emily's face and pulled her head down to examine the butterfly bandage above her eyebrow.

"Look at this," you grumbled, more to yourself than anyone else. "It's already bruising." You glared at the butterfly bandage. "Did a doctor do this or you? If it was you, I think we should clean it with rubbing alcohol at home."

Morgan looked absolutely delighted, both because you seemed like a delightful person and because Emily was beet red at being observed with you.

"Y/N, I'm fine," Emily said firmly, grasping your fingers in hers and removing them from her face. "This is my colleague Derek Morgan. Morgan, my girlfriend, Y/N."

You looked Morgan over and immediately decided you liked him. Mostly because you could tell that he really cared about Emily. But also because he looked mischievous, like he'd tease her. And if there was anything you loved, it was teasing Emily. You shook his hand enthusiastically. "It's really nice to meet you," you said. And you meant it.

But you didn't have time to chat with Morgan tonight. You were too worried about Emily.

"You don't look fine," you argued, looking to Morgan for backup. "Does she look fine to you?"

Morgan grinned at Emily, raising his eyebrows. "She definitely looks like she could use some TLC."

"Oh, and she'll get it alright," you assured him, opening the passenger door for Emily. "Shall we?"

Emily bent gingerly to get into the car, and you were careful to guard her head from the ceiling.

"Derek, it was really nice to meet you," you said, shaking his hand one more time for good measure as Emily rolled down the window, staring bullets at Morgan.

"You too, Y/N," he said, looking over your shoulder at Emily. "I hope you all have a very marry evening."

Emily pointed at him aggressively behind your back, mouthing, "SHUT. UP."

"See you, Prentiss," he called as you pulled away. He laughed and called out, "I hope it's a real honeymoon from work!"

Emily's hand shot out the window, flipping him off.

Later that night, your alarm buzzed and you blinked awake. You forgot for a moment that you were at Emily's, but her strong arms wrapped protectively around your waist were enough to remind you where you were.

You turned slowly to face a sleeping Emily, brushing her hair out of her face.

"Em. Hey. You gotta wake up, honey."

She groaned, placing a hand on her head.

"Sorry," you grimaced. "Gotta make sure your brain's alright."

"My brain is fine," she growled.

"Oh, yeah?" you joked, checking the time before shaking a few pills into your hand from the pill bottle on the nightstand. "Who am I, then?"

"The love of my life, Whitney Houston."

You laughed, which made Emily laugh, too. But she quickly doubled over in pain, groaning.

"Here, take these," you said gently, handing her the pills and a glass of water. "It'll help."

She took the pills obediently and lay back down.

"You know," you said, pulling up the blankets to make sure they covered Emily's shoulders. "I may not be Whitney Houston..." You wrapped your arms around her and drew her to you, and she burrowed her head into the space between your neck and your collarbone.

"But I think I'm a close second," you finished, running your fingers rhythmically through Emily's hair.

She sighed contentedly, pressing into you, then moving one of your arms to wrap it more tightly around her.

"Why are you so good to me?" she asked, quiet. You couldn't quite tell if it was a joke or serious, but you'd reply the same either way.

"Because I love you, you nerd."

She leaned up, planting a kiss underneath your chin. "I love you, too."

Within minutes she was conked out again, and you were setting another alarm, ready to do it all over again in a few hours.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #criminal minds #bau #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss fluff #emily prentiss drabble

[the-froschamethyst4]

Playing in the rain

𖤐Pairing: Father! Price x Mother! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, language, good father Price, daddies girl, kissing, married couple, children, kissing, parents flirting,

𖤐Summary: It's raining in Manchester and Iris wants to go play outside

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Iris stayed home from school today, the roads were closed due to flooding and some buses couldn’t get to students to pick them up.

Iris watched as the water droplets fall on the window and run down them like they were racing each other. Her mother Y/n was in the kitchen fixing Iris a grilled cheese as she also was holding baby Beau to her chest as she fixed lunch.

“Iris baby, do you want soup?”

“No. Just the grilled cheese,” Iris says, still looking out the window.

Y/n looks up and sees her daughter watching the rain. Y/n remembers a time where she use to enjoy the rain.

“Iris, why don’t you get changed into some better clothes and go grab your raincoat and boots?”

“Okay, mama,” Iris gets off the little seat next to the window and heads upstairs to her bedroom to change like her mother had asked her to.

Y/n places the freshly made grilled cheese on a plate and pushed it on the counter to where she knows Iris will sit. And right on time, Iris comes down raincoat and boots in hand and she climbs on the stool to eat.

“When you get eating I’ll help you put everything on, and we can head outside.”

“Okay!” She sounded excited. “Mama, will you joy me on playing in the rain?”

“I wish I could baby, but I have to keep Beau with me and so I also make sure he doesn’t get sick, but I think daddy is coming home soon, maybe he’ll join?”

Iris just smiles at the mention of Price coming home.

As Iris was eating, her mom eating as well and trying to make sure Beau was still asleep, Iris would tell her mom about random things that happened at school.

Like a kid starting a food fight and milk landed on her.

Or the time where the teacher yelled at everyone for no reason.

And the time where Price ended up picking Iris up a bit early to have lunch together.

Y/n knew the first two were just fake, she wanted to make her school life seem a bit interesting but the last one, may be true. Y/n has even gotten phone calls about Iris's school for not showing up to school when Price would have to drop her off at school. And comes to find out Price thought maybe him and Iris should do father-daughter days.

Even before Beau was born. Nowadays, Iris is attached to Price and Beau is attached to Y/n.

Y/n bent down helping Iris put her jacket on and making sure Iris put the right boots on the correct foot. Once Y/n opened the front door Iris darted out and started to splash in puddles as Y/n was under the awning watching her daughter play.

She splashes and kicks the water up, she then sees mud at the edge of the driveway and puts her hands in it, squeezing the mud between her small fingers and laughing before finding a big puddle to clean her hands off the best she could.

Soon a black chevy impala pulls into the driveway, Iris immediately knew who it was and ran to the driver side door when the impala stops.

The door opens and Iris is greeted with a deep thick accent. She's then picked up by her father, he kisses her cheek and set her back on the concrete.

"What are you doing at out? It's raining," Price says, bending down to Iris's level, he was letting himself get wet just to listen to his daughter.

"It looked like fun to play in the rain, and mama said we could come outside," Iris tells her daddy.

Price looks at his wife standing under the little roof above the porch as she smiles and gently pats Beau's back.

"I see, why don't I join my baby girl?" Price says as he removes his gear but was left in his tight dark green shirt, his famous bucket hat, his camo pants and boots.

He watches as Iris jumps in puddles and splashes Price, he does the same but make sure it's not a lot to completely cover her cold water. Price then picks up Iris and he tilts his head back catching water in his mouth and Iris follows his lead.

Y/n smiles at her husband and daughter. "Alright I hate to ruin the fun, but why don't you both come in and warm up before you both could catch a cold," she says as Price smiles and walks under the roof and kissed Y/n's lips as they all walked into the house together.

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Y/n rubbed a towel on Price's head as he lets out a loud dad sneeze. Scaring Y/n but also making her laugh.

"You sneeze so loud."

"I can't help it," he sounded stuffed up.

"You're sick aren't you?"

"Must've been the rain," he sneezes.

"Well, you didn't have anything protecting you from the rain like Iris and she's not even sick."

"True, true," he sniffles and Y/n sits next to him on the bed.

"You're a good father."

"And you're the best mother." Price leans in and kisses Y/n's lips.

"And you probably just got me sick as well," Y/n says with a smile.

"That's fine, then I get to take care of you, like you do with me," Price smirks.

"Do you two always kiss each other?" Iris's small voice was heard from their shared bedroom doorway.

"Get to bed, young lady," Price says. Iris takes off down the hall giggling making Y/n and Price laugh. "Yes, I do kiss you whenever I want to."

"You are such a flirt," she pushes his face away.

"Only for you," his arm wraps around her waist pulling her close to his chest. Iris came back and looked at her parents, Y/n on her husband's lap as they were talking, Y/n spoke about early today and Price looked at her like he could listen to her for HOURS.

Iris knows her parents love each other very much, Price felt like someone was watching him and his wife, he looks passed Y/n for a few seconds and saw Iris. He motions for her to 'come here' which she follows and crawls on the bed with her parents.

Price pulls her into his side as Y/n moves some of Iris's hair from her face as Y/n was still talking.

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It was around eleven at night and Price was still up watching some of the Bluey cartoon, Y/n was asleep her head resting on Price's chest, her arm draped over his stomach as Iris was asleep cuddled up to his arm. He hasn't moved for 3 hours.

Which is also the reason he can't sleep, he doesn't want to wake his girls up and has to deal with two grumpy girls on his hands, he knows that lesson, and is probably the only trait Iris has picked up from her mother. Don't bother sleeping women, they want their rest.

Price yawns closing his eyes but his eyes shot open feeling Y/n move around thinking it might have been his doing, he bites his bottom lip and watches her just roll over on her side facing away from Price.

Price let's out a soft sigh before turning to look at Iris his eyes met with Iris's blue eyes.

"Iris."

"Daddy...why aren't you asleep?"

"I just can't."

"Do you want some milk?"

"Milk?"

"Yeah, mama gives me milk if I can't sleep."

"I guess," Price yawns, Iris gets off the bed and Price gently moves his arm from his wife's grasp and followed Iris to the kitchen. He pulls the fridges door open as Iris climbed on the counter to get a glass which Price ended up getting her off the counter and putting her on the floor and poured his own glass of milk and then giving the gallon to Iris and helped her pour her own glass.

They both stayed in the kitchen for some times now before heading back upstairs. Price checked on Beau and he seemed happy as ever, and follows Iris to her bedroom tucking her into bed and kissing her temple.

"Daddy."

"Yes?"

"Can you tell me a story?"

"Okay...like what, baby?"

"Like...how you and mama met?"

"Didn't I already tell you that story?"

"Maybe...but I wanna hear it again," she smiles up at him.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you it."

Y/n woke up to an empty bed, no husband and no daughter. She yawns and rubs her eyes before removing the covers off her body and heading down the hall where she could hear John's deep thick accent voice.

She stops and leans against the wall just outside of Iris's bedroom listening in. Then she realized he's telling Iris the first time her and Price met. Her heart clenches when Iris was asking questions about if he thought it was love at first sight?

"Yeah...I think so," Price says with a smile. "If it wasn't love you and Beau wouldn't be here with us, enjoying life together."

"Would Beau and I be with different parents?" Price didn't know how to answer that.

"Umm~ y-yeah," he stutters. "Anyways...good night baby," he kisses her forehead.

"Good night, daddy." Price turns off her lamp and gently shuts the door and saw Y/n. "Jesus! I'm going to put a bell on you," he says holding his chest like he was going to have a heart attack.

"That can be arranged," she grabs his shirt leading him back to he bedroom.

"Oh fuck."

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #price x y/n #price x you #price x reader #cod price #captain john price #john price #captain price #price #price fluff

[ragnviindrz]

can you keep a secret? / alhaitham x f!reader x kaveh

info: basically you, alhaitham and kaveh fuck and aether is having a conversation with you but doesnt know. 😧

this content includes: threesome, consensual sex, creampie, aether is oblivious to what you three are doing, spitroasting, kaveh cums in your mouth, roomate trope, fwb, porn without plot kinda

note: this is so nasty im actually ashamed of my imagination. sorry for being inactive, im caught up in irl stuff :( will post more stuff soon though. this was kinda quick since i had free time.

You, Kaveh and Alhaitham were having a wonderful time, despite having only the labels of "friends with benefits" the sex was really good.

Though, that was soon ruined with a knock on Alhaitham's door. You had tried to make yourself look presentable as Aether walked in (surprisingly not with Paimon, apparently she was too busy trying out food with Nilou.)

As time passed, the four of you were at the table, Aether talking to the three of you.

It was quite hard to listen, as you could only focus on how Alhaitham's cock went in and out of you in a slow motion, obviously trying to keep it a secret from the blonde man on the other side of the table. Alhaitham had managed to keep a straight face, as you sat on his lap rocking back and forth softly whilst your walls clench around his cock practically squeezing his cock.

He had his book up to his face, as he gripped the mug of the coffee in order to hide his red face. Kaveh on the other hand was barely unable to keep a straight face, his face extremely red whilst he used his spoon to stir his soup.

Your hand was wrapped around Kaveh's cock, teasing his tip slightly as you brush your hand against it.

Suddenly, a shock snapped you out of your thoughts as a clang hit the tiled floor of Alhaitham's kitchen.

"Ah sorry. I dropped my fork, I'll get it." Aether spoke softly, almost about to bend down to grab his fork until you shouted loudly which stopped him.

"I—I'll get it myself." He sat back up, and let you. However, when you bend down to pick up his fork - still sat on Alhaitham's lap whilst he rocks back and forth softly Kaveh suddenly grabbed your head, roughly forcing his cock inside your mouth which caused you to let out a muffled yelp.

"Is everything alright?" Aether asked, worryingly which you just responded with a shaky "Yeah.. It's just dark.. But no worries! I'll find it." when Kaveh let you off his cock for a second.

Aether doesn't mind, as you clearly took your time trying to 'find' that fork, instead he was chatting with Kaveh who was barely unable to keep a straight face as you sucked him off.

"Your face is red. Are you okay, Kaveh?" Aether's worries grew more, but Alhaitham quickly shut him down.

"He's fine. It's just the alcohol." With that, Aether nodded and checked the time before continuing, "Well. Paimon is probably waiting for me now. See you three later."

Aether finally left, and Alhaitham's thrust got more sloppy and hard as he let out a grunt. "Fuck.."

Kaveh's whines and moans grew louder, as he too was reaching his end. He couldn't help the way his cock twitch in your warm mouth.

With a few thrusts in your mouth, he gripped your hair and shoved all of his cock deep in your throat as he came. Ribbons after ribbons of white cum filled your mouth, forcing you to swallow the salty cum.

After Kaveh came, his head on the table as he drooled - Alhaitham too came inside you, grabbing your ass as he pulled you closer. You came with him, tightening up around him even more if that was even possible as you milked him for all his worth.

"You think he heard?" Alhaitham murmured, and you answered.

"Hopefully not.."

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In an alleyway, Aether was pumping his hard cock. You were just so hot..

what have i done 😓

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #alhaitham x reader #kaveh x reader #alhaitham #gi kaveh #genshin smut #oh my god #what have i done #genshin alhaitham #genshin kaveh

[duhragonball]

It's my birthday today, and the local grocery store was thoughtful enough to stock the Dragon Ball Z Reese's Puffs, so I'm gonna try it out. Join me, won't you?

I still can't believe this is real. I mean, Reese's Puffa is kind of surreal enough as it is. It sounds like some satirical brand meant to poke fun at sugary kids' cereals. The box says "Made with REAL REESE'S Peanut Butter", the same way a fruit-flavored beverage will claim to contain genuine fruit.

The bowl on the box art is a Reese's cup, so it basically depicts candy being served in more candy. I'm old enough to remember when they would photograph cereal as "part of a complete breakfast", and there'd be grapefruits and toast and maybe a hard boiled egg. Basically they were admitting that the cereal was so unhealthy that you needed to eat three or four other breakfasts to make up for it. I just liked the photos because they were so picturesque. Ah, to have unlimited free time to prepare a leisurely 4-course breakfast while reading the paper. I just assumed everyone else was having toast with their cereal except my family, but yeah, it never really made any sense.

I haven't even gotten to Goku yet, but first I want to talk about his spoon. I don't think we see him holding a spoon very often. He's usually a chopsticks kind of guy, or he'll just use his bare hands or even dunk his head into the bowl. It kind of looks like a ladle when he holds it like that, which implies he cooked this bowl of candy soup all by himself, and he's showing it off like a proud chef. This spoon kicks ass, is what I'm trying to say.

But the real reason I bought this is because of that orange hillbilly who needs no introduction. I wasn't even looking for Reese's Puffs. It was the furthest thing from my mind. No, I was stocking up on the old-man cereal I require to survive, when I just saw him staring at me, with his friendly-yet-confident smile. Goku's not pressuring you to buy the cereal. He's sure you'll enjoy it, but it's okay if you want to take a pass. He'll just enjoy all this peanut butter chocolate goodness all by himself. Goku is truly the ideal spokesman. How can you say no to this lovable hunk?

I'm kind of out of touch when it comes to cereal marketing, but I'm pretty sure this sort of cross-promotion is a rarity. Like, they once put WWE wrestlers on Wheaties or something, but usually if the cereal companies want a cartoon on the box they'll just make their own character. Or if the cartoon people want to put their guy in the cereal aisle, they'll just commission a whole new cereal just for that brand. C-3PO had his own cereal for a while. It was pretty good!

What I'm saying is that it's kind of unusual to see a popular character like this on a cereal box. The only exception I can come up with is Fred Flintstone on Fruity and Cocoa Pebbles, but I always assumed that those were specifically "Flintstones Cereal".

Other than that, yeah, I can't think of any other examples of cartoon characters appearing on unaffiliated cereal boxes like this. Well, I drew my DBZ OC on a box of All-Bran today, but I don't think that counts.

"MY FIBER IS MAXIMUM, KAKAROT!"

I wondered what was up with the picture of Piccolo on the back of the box, and it turns out that he's one of seven different characters you can find on the back of the box. Collect them all! Aw man, that Cell one looks fucking sick! I don't know how they distributed these. Maybe they roll them out in waves and Piccolo's came first. Or maybe it's random and I might have found a Cell if I'd checked more boxes at the store. Well, Piccolo's pretty good. I guess.

All right, I just poured myself a bowl and Goku's cereal is gonna have to set course for Planet Oat. The dairy industry may not applaud my shopping choices, but I like oat milk because it doesn't spoil as quickly as cow milk, and it's got a nice oat-y flavor that compliments the cardboard taste of All-Bran.

I did not put Dawn liquid soap in my cereal. This time.

So what's the verdict here? Well, the first few bites were pretty tasty, and then I realized I was getting kind of sick of this as I made my way to the bottom of the bowl. The peanut butter flavor overwhelms everything. It has a very strong odor, so if you like Reese's peanut butter cups you can just sit this out in your room and savor the aroma. I barely registered any chocolate flavor at all. I mean, I believe they put it there, but the peanut butter is the whole story to this.

It's basically Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs from Calvin and Hobbes, only this is a special Peanut Butter variant they made. I never really appreciated the jokes about sugary cereals before. I grew up on Frosted Flakes and the like, but there were a certain class of cereals that my mom would just refuse to buy. My grandparents would have them, but I never really understood the difference between Frosted Flakes and Honey Smacks. As I got older, I ate less cereal in general, but that was mostly because I fell out of the habit of eating breakfast altogether.

But now I'm 47, and the only cereal I eat these days is bran topped with diced peaches and a couple of packets of artificial sweetener, so Reese's Puffs is way, way too sugary for my palate. It's not bad, but a little goes a long way for me.

When I was a kid, old people were always griping about all the stuff they couldn't eat anymore. I remember Isaac Asimov writing mournfully about how he couldn't have an Oreo cookie, which bummed me out because that was my favorite cookie back then, and it seemed that the fate of all humanity was to be denied the simple pleasure of enjoying them.

Now, I realize that a lot of the stuff that you liked as a kid just doesn't age up with you. Your tastes change, and you gain appreciations for new things that you wouldn't have appreciated before. That's not a bad thing. It's life. Things change, and you change along with them.

Well, you and I do, anyway. Not Goku, whose Saiyan biology keeps him looking exactly the same for sixty years so he can eat all the sweetened corn puffs he wants. But I don't envy him, is what I'm trying to say. I'm watching a wrestling show on PPV tonight, my mom took me to Cracker Barrel for lunch today, and I drew on a cereal box. I can't complain.

#dragon ball #goku #reese's puffs #eat 'em up eat 'em up #i'm not looking forward to finishing the rest of the box #might need a couple bowls of all bran to make up for this

[hetalia-club]

Stardew Mod Alfred Jones (America)

Summary of Town & Buildings you should read this first if you haven't so you're not confused.

Jones Household: Alfred

Alfred (America), His brother is Matthew (Canada) and they are also roommates living on a ranch/ tree nursery together at the furthest end of Cindersnap forest. They own a small farm where America raises cows & Canada has a small tree nursery where he taps trees for maple. They live the furthest away from town so they have space to farm. They come from a family of Ranchers and got a very large trust fund from their parents. Being raised rich he does not really have a concept for money and will often say tone deaf things until you form a relationship with him. (Commenting on your clothes similar to how Haley does) Bakery contribution- Supplies Milk for the baked goods and coffee Drinks. He also makes all the Apple Pie. Alfred Visits the Bakery on Monday morning around 10am to make his milk deliveries. He will stay there for about an hour and then head home opening his store around 12pm that day. Alfred break down: Alfred Loves grindball, cows and eating. He used to be in the military and fought with Kent in the war against the Gotoro Empire. After an injury he was given an honorary discharge and deals with the guilt of feeling like he got out easy. His Milk puns can make for a fun double entendre that he is unaware of. He can come off as self-centered and chauvinistic at times but he means well. This boy loves cows and will talk about them any chance you give him. He’s a cowboy if you will. But just because was a trust fund kid does not mean he’s afraid of getting his hands dirty or hard work. Don’t let his condescending demeanor rub you the wrong way once you break that outer shell this farm boy will love you until the cows come home. The Ranch-His house doubles as a ranch so he sells Barn Animals like Marnie does and Hay + tools like sheers, milk pale and anything else you might need for your animals. He does not have as big of a selection of Marnie but his prices are slightly cheaper if you are willing to make the trek there for your stuff. Animals bought from Alfred are already full grown and there is not waiting period to have them grow from babies as Alfred raises the animals up himself so they will start producing products right away. Keep Reading Down Below >>>>

Birthday- Summer 4 Loves- Pumpkin Pie, Banana Pudding, Survival Burger, All varieties of Milk, Gold Bar and Apple Pie Likes- All universal likes except for flowers and crops that cannot be eaten. All cooked food and all crops that can be eaten with a couple exceptions Neutrals- all universal neutrals, all raw fish (Because they have the ability to be cooked and eaten) Dislikes- all universal dislikes, flowers of any kind (They are not food) Hates- Salad & Moss soup & Universal hates Gift receiving lines- Loved Lines- Wow my favorite! It’s like you can read my mind or something… Liked Lines- Sweet, Thanks! Neutral Lines- Thanks for the gift I guess Dislikes- Um, Okay Hate Lines- Why did you give me your trash? I guess I’ll throw it away for you Birthday Gift Lines- Happy Birthday to me! Thanks for remembering. Unique festival dialog: Egg Festival- I asked Mayor Lewis if we could do a milk festival instead this year. He said he didn’t think the idea would “catch on”. Desert Festival- Every year I misread the flyer and think I’m attending the “dessert festival”. This is still alright though I guess. Flower Dance- *Alfred is busy eating and doesn’t seem like he wants to talk* Ask to dance? If yes- Dance!? With you!? I thought you’d never ask! I mean…dancing is cool sure. If no- Sorry, I have literally anything else to do. Firework Festival (New Event)- It’s my birthday today you know. It almost feels like these fireworks are a celebration for me. If only I had some Banana Pudding today would be perfect. Luau- Can you guess what I added to the pot this year? If you guessed milk you were right. Trout Derby- Does not attend Dance Of The Moonlight Jellies- I don’t get what’s so exciting about a bunch of glowing fish. Now a cow with glowing milk, now that would be cool! Don’t steal that idea… Stardew Valley Fair- (Has a stand with Matthew where they are showing off Cheese, Milk, Maple syrup, and some tree fruits.) Came to stake out the completion, Eh (Player)? Mattie and I are taking home the gold this year I know it. Brew Fest (New Event)- I’m on my 18th shot of espresso. What do you mean slow down? Who are you my Mom/dad/parent? (Depending on which gender you picked) Spirits Eve- I wonder If I could make a Golden Pumpkin Pie from the Golden Pumpkin. Don’t steal that idea… Festival Of Ice- My brother dragged me here. It’s too damn cold out here *Shivers*. Hopefully the cows are warm enough in the barn. Squidfest- Does Not Attend Night Market- I wonder if you could milk a mermaid. Why are you looking at me like that? Was it something I said? Feast Of The Winter Star- *Alfred Is eating an entire Pumpkin Pie from the tin with a fork*. *He looks like he’s trying to hide it from you* Friendship Letters after befriending Alfred: 2 Hearts letter: he will send you a letter in the mail and a bottle of Maple syrup as a gift The letter will say: Found this while going through my brothers stuff. I thought it would annoy him if I gave it to you. 4 Hearts letter: Sorry I was so annoyed with you before you’re actually pretty cool you know. I Got you something little to make up for it don’t spend it all in one place. The letter will contain a Gold Bar. 6 heart letter- Now that we’re such good pals I thought I would share with you my mom’s top secret Apple Pie Recipe. This information is classified. Letter contains the recipe for Apple Pie. 2 Apple 1 Wheat flour 1 Maple Syrup Health+ 80 Energy+ 175 8 Heart letter- When you first moved in I never thought I would even talk to you. But I want you to know you’ve become my best friend. I look forward to seeing you every day. Let’s hang out later okay? Letter contains a Diamond Romance Dialog Receiving a Bouquet- For me? Hell Yeah! That’s so crazy and here I was about to just go buy a bouquet for you. Mermaid Pendent- No way, no way, no way! You seriously want to marry me? I was too afraid to ask you! I’ll get everything set up don’t even worry about lifting a finger baby.

Married Life With Alfred Jones: When married to America his corner of the farm will be a singular cow which is named Big Tex. When married to Alfred there is a chance if you speak to him in the morning he will give you milk and will tell you it came from Big Tex fresh this morning. Three days after marrying Alfred you will get a letter in the mail from ‘In-laws’ with 10k gold congratulating you and apologizing for not being at the wedding. After Marrying Alfred he will still go tend his stores and will hardly ever be actually at your house. Due to the long walk he will warp to and from there and cannot be followed since the slow pace NPCs walk would take him literally all day to get there. Alfred will call you babe from now on regardless of gender. If you go visit him at work he will have special dialog expressing he’s happy you came to see him but you don’t get a discount just because you’re married. Occasionally he will mention the current war saying he ‘hopes everyone is doing alright without him’. On Sundays he and Matthew will meet each other in Cinderssnap Forest by the river unless it’s raining and then they will both stay home.

#Hetalia #hws america #aph america #alfred f. jones #original #cross over

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Epel Felmier - Apprentice Chef Vignette

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Epel Version ～ Let’s Make Stew 1～

Ghost Chef: ―The dish we'll have you make today is a stew.

Epel: A stew… Whew, I'm glad it's not some fancy-sounding dish I'd never heard of before.

Epel: I've made a ton of stews and other dishes like it back home, so I think I might be able to do this!

Ghost Chef: Alright, then let's get started. First, let's cut up the ingredients.

Ghost Chef: Make sure to cut each one up evenly into bite-sized pieces. First let's tackle the potatoes.

Epel: Got it! They've already been well washed, so I'll leave the skin on.

[chop, chop, chop, chop…]

Ghost Chef: Oho, not bad. Only, these are a little too large to be considered bite-sized…

Epel: Eh!? Oh, now that you mention it, I guess the stuff in the stew we eat here in the cafeteria is a bit smaller…

Epel: We usually have super chunky fillings in the stew back home, so I just chopped it up thinking of that.

Ghost Chef: I see. Well, if we cut them in half once more, they'll be a little too small… Let's just cut the other ingredients so they match the potatoes then.

Epel: Got it. Okay, I'm gonna cut up all the rest of the potatoes.

Epel: I've finished chopping up the onions and potatoes.

Ghost Chef: Good, the onions are cut perfectly into wedges. And you've even rounded the edges of the potatoes. Well done.

Epel: Mah gran… My grandmother taught me while I was helping her prep food back home.

Ghost Chef: Your grandma really knows her stuff. Did she also teach you how to handle a knife?

Epel: Ah, well, I can use a knife probably 'cause I've practiced carving a ton, I guess?

Epel: We're a family of apple farmers back in Harveston, and there's always a ton of damaged apples in our bushels…

Epel: But if I could carve some patterns or pictures into the apples while taking out the damaged parts, they become worth something again. That's why I've worked hard to learn how to do it.

Ghost Chef: You mean you sell them? That's amazing, I'd love it if you'd show me what you can do.

Epel: Hehe, sure. If I was to choose out of these stew ingredients… These carrot slices would probably be the best choice.

[slice, slice…]

Epel: Here you go, I'm done!

Ghost Chef: Ooh, you've carved a beautiful flower design into the carrot! You really are quite skilled.

Epel: Hehe, thank you. Want me to add decorations to the rest of the carrots too!?

Ghost Chef: Eh, no you don't have to… Wow, you were just raring to go, huh!

Ghost Chef: You're making me feel a little bad for throwing these beautifully carved carrots into the soup…!!

Epel: ―Stir flour in with the sauteed ingredients… Okay, this seems mixed enough, I think?

Ghost Chef: I think so too. Next, we'll add milk, water, and consommé, and let is simmer. You'll want to stir from time to time so the flour doesn't burn.

Epel: Got it!

Ghost Chef: While it's simmering, let's go over everything we've done so far. Do you have any questions?

Epel: Yes, sir! Please tell me of any foods that'll help me grow taller or more muscular!

Ghost Chef: Eh? There's nothing that screams "eat me and grow" like that. After all, the most important thing to think about is nutritional balance.

Epel: Really!? And I took this class hoping that I'd get to learn about ingredients that'd help me get bigger…

Ghost Chef: Epel-kun, you said your motivation for taking this course was to learn how to control your nutritional intake to help shape your body, right?

Epel: Yes. I want to grow taller, and gain more muscle than I have now!

Epel: Everyone back in my village said that if I ate a lot, exercised a lot, and slept a lot, I'd grow big and strong…

Epel: And still, I never got any good results. That's why recently, I've been trying to eat even more than usual…

Epel: But my Housewarden scolded me something fierce, saying that my nutritional intake was completely off.

Epel: He also said, "figure out what you yourself need and choose the right food to eat," too...

Ghost Chef: Ah, so that's what this is about. I understand. I'll make sure to go over the perfect ingredients and nutrients that you need, Epel-kun.

Epel: Please and thank you! Ah, but wait one moment, I need to get out a notepad!!

Ghost Chef: ―And there you have it. Do you see now that the stew we're making now also has a ton of nutrients that's good for you?

Epel: Yes, thank you!

Epel: There were so many new words bein' thrown my way that my brain's overloaded… This whole nutrition thing is a lot harder than I thought…

Ghost Chef: Alright, here we go, Epel-kun, let's do the finishing touches. Put the chicken and broccoli into the pot and let it simmer for an additional 5 minutes!

Epel: Got it! I'll throw in the pre-cooked chicken and broccoli and… There we go.

Epel: Oh yeah, by the way, we're making a savory stew today, but… does the cafeteria menu ever have sweet stews?

Ghost Chef: Sweet stews?

Epel: Yeah, it's got stuff like apples and nuts in it… It might feel a little like it should be a dessert, but it's not too sweet, and it's got a great flavor.

Epel: You can eat it hot or cold, so whenever I got sick, mah gran… my grandmother would make it for me―

Epel: Or…? Maybe it's not really a thing…? Maybe gran just came up with it…

Ghost Chef: A dessert-like stew, hm. I feel like I may have come across in some small village before… I'll look it up later.

Ghost Chef: It may be interesting if we were to serve it as promo dish in the cafeteria. I'm sure it would be delicious if we used the apples from Harveston.

Epel: Hehe, and 'cause the apples from Harveston are super delicious, it'll quickly become a popular dish, no doubt.

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Epel Version ～ Let’s Make Stew 2～

Epel: That smells good… I think this stew came out amazing!

Ghost Chef: I agree. You did a good job cutting the vegetables and stirring the pot. All those times you helped out back home really came in handy.

Ghost Chef: Now, plate the stew and let's head out to the judging venue.

Epel: YES, SIR! ALRIGHT! AH'M GONNA WINNIT!

[Cafeteria – Judging Venue]

Riddle: A pleasant aroma is wafting out from the kitchen… It seems my food will be served soon.

Epel: Sorry to keep you waiting. This stew must have been what you ordered, Riddle-san.

Riddle: Why, hello there, Epel. You must be taking the elective this time around.

Riddle: I am still in the midst of my own studies when it comes to cooking… But as I was selected a judge for this, I shall make sure to give you my sincerest assessment.

Epel: Urgh, feels like you'd be super strict, too… Please take it easy on me…

Epel: Once more, I present to you the stew you've ordered.

Epel: It's still hot, so take care not to burn your tongue.

Riddle: On closer inspection, I see that there is a design carved into the carrots. How wonderfully intricate.

Epel: Hehe, thank you! I'm actually pretty good at carving, so.

Riddle: As for the ingredients in the stew… These seem to be a little larger than the ones normally served in the cafeteria.

Epel: Hehe, don't you think that makes it worth eating?

Riddle: Perhaps, but they do seem a little too big… These are bigger than my spoon.

Epel: Yep. I bet it'll really fill you up!

Riddle: R-Right, okay. I shall dig in, then.

[bite, chew, chew…]

Epel: …

Riddle: …Mm, delicious. I was a tad worried, since the vegetables were cut a little large, but they've been perfectly cooked through.

Epel: Thank you very much! And this stew isn't just tasty, it's also chocked full of nutrition.

Riddle: Chocked full of nutrition…? Could you elaborate further?

Epel: Sure! Uhh… One second.

Epel: Carrots are rich in Vitamin A, while potatoes are rich in Vitamin C.

Epel: The broccoli has a ton of fiber. The onion has an anti, uh… antioxidative effect? Yeah.

Epel: Chicken has a ton of protein. And the milk used for the stew has a ton of calcium!

Epel: There's a lot of other nutrients that are good for the growing body…

Epel: Uhh, so basically… Stews are the perfect dish to help you grow!

Riddle: I was a little startled because you suddenly brought out a notepad, but… Did you write down all the nutrients of all the ingredients you used for this dish there?

Epel: Yep! I can't remember things just from hearing it once, so I took notes as the Chef taught me while we were cooking.

Epel: I wanted to figure out what kind of nutrition I need for my own growth, which is why I took this course.

Epel: I was writing everything down real fast, so there's some parts I can't read, but…

Riddle: …There's no point to taking notes if you cannot read them back later.

Epel: Urgh… Yes, you're right. I'll make sure to check with the Chef again later…

Riddle: That being said, I think it's spectacular that you are attempting to further your own knowledge in order to reach your goals.

Riddle: Just as you say, it isn't only about the appearance or taste, but also the nutrients that go into it. I shall also take this moment to learn something.

Ghost Chef: We always make our dishes while thinking of that nutritional balance, so it's lovely to see Epel-kun this invested.

Epel: I-It's a little embarrassing to hear you say that, but… Thank you for your kind words!

Epel: It's much more fun to learn about nutrition through cooking rather than reading through a musty book…

Epel: I'm gonna keep on learning about nutrition and get me a super muscular body!!

Ghost Chef: I don't think you'll be able to get muscular on your diet alone, but… I'm glad to see you so motivated.

Epel: Alllright, I'm gonna work even harder! Chef, I'm looking forward to some more of your instruction!

Requested by @dida-books.

#twisted wonderland #twst #epel felmier #riddle rosehearts #twst epel #twst riddle #twst translation #twst masterchef #mention: vil

[dear-ao3]

Favourite pasta recipe??? :) I need new recipes to try out. doesn't have to be very detailed if u want. Alternatively, dessert recipes for holidays!!

Tysm

Okay So

i love fucking around and finding out with pasta. its what my dad always did with pasta when i was a kid and it’s so fun. i’ve made some good stuff. tho, i must warn you, this might be some absolute white bs seasoning so feel free to adjust that as needed

the absolute ride or die of pasta recipes that i make at college is called tuna noodle casserole. is it mid? to a degree. but it’s better than the dining hall and it makes good leftovers and you can kinda add whatever you want. this was one that i grew up eating and i think it came out of an ancient cooking light cookbook. here is my version:

what you need: 2 packets of cooked tuna, 1 package of egg noodles, frozen peas/corn/ whatever you really want, 1 can of cream of mushroom soup, some kind of grated/shredded cheese, a decent amount of bread crumbs (like a cup), half a chopped onion, like a cup of milk, a dash of lemon juice or some kind of acid, salt and pepper and whatever else you want for seasoning

preheat oven to ideally 450 but you can also do 350

sauté your onion in your preferred oil until it has some color and smells good

while that’s sautéing boil your egg noodles to just slightly aldente cause you’re gonna bake them eventually

once your onion is sautéed, add in your can of soup, milk, lemon juice, and salt and pepper/whatever else spices you want.

once that’s in a good sauce consistently, take your cooked noodles and put them in some kind of oven safe container. dump the sauce on top of the noodles along with the peas and corn or whatever vegetables you want and your tuna. break up the tuna and you can put in the juices if you want but i never do. mix it around pretty well.

combine your breadcrumbs and your cheese. you can also add seasoning and spice here. i’ve put in old bay before and my boyfriend likes it with his moms balachong. sprinkle over the top evenly.

bake until the top looks crunchy (usually a half hour or so but keep an eye on it)

and that’s it. it tastes decent and it’s good leftovers. making it in a wide pan is best for maximum breadcrumbage. it’s also pretty cheap. i’ve made it for less than 10 dollars before when i’ve bought everything at target.

i’ve also made this funky pasta and sausage thing before a few times. i absolutely invented this based on whatever i had in my measly fridge and what was on sale so.

what you need: a pack of chicken sausage (i had chicken soup sausage but anything works), some chicken soup (a can, a premade thing, i think i had a small cup of wawa chicken soup), pasta of your choice, seasoning, vegetables if you want (carrots, celery), seasoning (i used garlic powder, onion powder, chili powder, thyme, worstershire sauce, fish sauce, and dried basil) and an onion/few cloves of garlic if you want

sauté your onion/garlic in your oil if choice

slice your sausage into little coins (i use all 4 links cause my boyfriend is a himbo weight lifter who can and would eat a refrigerator, but 2 is fine for a normal amount) and add it to the pan along with any vegetables

cook until it has some color/ vegetables get soft ish

add in your chicken soup. if you don’t want to add the chicken, you can just add the broth. the sausage shouldn’t be swimming in the broth but it should be nicely covered (you wouldn’t need more than a can)

continue cooking down the broth, ass whatever seasoning you want to make it taste good

while that is happening, boil your pasta

once the pasta is boiled and you have a nice soupy ish sauce going on, add in the cooked pasta. the pasta should soak up the rest of the broth (especially good if you are making this to have leftovers)

and that’s that one. i suppose you could do this with any meat and soup combination.

another good and easy one is basically just some pasta and vegetables that i add some funky chickpeas to. my boyfriend really likes this one cause of the flavors because he is asian and if it doesn’t have flavor he doesn’t want it

what you need: pasta of choice, broccoli or green beans, a can of chickpeas, cheese for putting on top, meat if you want it, cloves of garlic, chili powder, garlic powder, onion powder, maple syrup, pepper, soy sauce/fish sauce, seasoned salt or regular salt and olive oil.

preheat the oven to 350

open the can of chickpeas and rinse them off, place on a baking sheet covered in foil or parchment paper

combine some garlic powder, onion powder, chili powder, seasoned salt soy sauce/fish sauce and maple syrup in a bowl (measurements don’t really matter, we cook with vibes here) in a bowl and then spread over the chickpeas, coating them well

put the chickpeas in the oven, checking on them and rotating them around every 10 minutes. they take about 30 minutes.

boil water for your pasta

chop your garlic and sauté in some olive oil

add the broccoli or green beans and your meat if you’re using meat

once that’s all done put the vegetables in the pasta and top with the chickpeas and some cheese and munch

as far as dessert goes. i’m ukrainian and we mostly just eat whatever generations old recipes my great aunt uses for dessert. but, there is a cranberry bread recipe in the back of the cranberry thanksgiving book that is very very good (esp with cream cheese). my grandma used to always make raspberry squares which were SO GOOD but i don’t have that recipe and we haven’t made them in literal ages.

the cranberry bread:

there is a really good and really simple butter cookie recipe tho that’s like basically three ingredients. i’ve made it gluten free before and it works as long as you have the 1:1 complete flour.

what you need: 2 cups of all purpose flour, 2 sticks of unsalted butter, 1/2 cup to 1 cup of white sugar, a bit of salt

beat the room temp butter and sugar until combined. add in the pinch of salt (can also add in vanilla if u want)

add in the flour little by little

roll out dough on floured surface

cut into shapes and add sprinkles if you want and cook in a 350 oven for 10-15 minutes each batch.

we make these literally every year, they’re perfect for gifts cause they’re easy and not very expensive. everyone loves them. i love them. i’m going to go make a batch now.

#not a tag #from saph #sorry if any of this doesn’t make sense i wrote it all on my phone while driving home from college #should we start a cooking recipe series on here #lmk

[quibbs126]

All right, so as said last post, this was a request from @a-weird-bean-bag, and this is Chowder Cookie

For those who don’t recognize the bottom character, this is @a-weird-bean-bag’s character Goat Milk Cookie

You know fun fact, this is the 2nd OC x Canon I got, and the first was I think either the day before or earlier the same day. Haven’t finished that one though

So I think the process for this name was that I saw the two of these characters and was like “oh hey isn’t there some recipe in Breath of the Wild that uses seafood and milk?” and so I went looking on a website I knew for the name of it. Note that I know nothing about seafood, my family doesn’t eat it and we just generally stay away from it. Anyways, so the thing I was thinking of was trout soup, which I’m now realizing is from Stardew, not Breath of the Wild. Okay so it went Trout Soup from Stardew, which didn’t really work, so I went looking for anything that mixed seafood and milk, but couldn’t find anything. Then I thought about that BOTW recipe and looked it up and it was Clam Chowder. So I looked up chowder and it turns out it doesn’t necessarily have to clams, so I just went with Chowder Cookie

As stated above, it’s because it mixes seafood and milk. So, simple enough

Chowder:

Okay, looking at it now, maybe I made her skin too dark, but ah well, it’s probably fine. Anyways moving on to her hair

So I know Caviar and Goat Milk only have partially curly hair instead of Chowder’s entirely curly, and she probably looks closer to Cauliflower, but that’s just what I went with, and I liked it. I made her hair lighter than either of the two since it was supposed to be the soup, and I didn’t think Goat Milk’s hair color necessarily cut it as light enough

Also the pink and green bits are supposed to be like, things in the soup, since chowder doesn’t just seem to be a base soup, it has other ingredients in it. My idea is that she had more in her hair when she was younger, but maybe she picked them out to seem more professional or something. I also tried to make it seem somewhat liquid-y, but I don’t know how successful that was

I had a lot to say about her hair, but not much on the outfit front. I kind of just tried to come up with something based on Creme Republic characters, specifically the Lower City designs. She’s supposed to be a trader, so I wanted to make her look somewhat professional, but also she’s not into wearing particularly fancy clothes, so I just kind of went with this (though she probably also has more formal clothes, this is just day to day). I suppose it’s fine

Also you may notice the tiny horns. They were honestly a pretty last minute inclusion, hence why they look like they were kind of tacked on. But also I’m kind of fine with them the way they are

I was also thinking of giving her freckles like Goat Milk’s old design, but they didn’t pan out

But yeah, overall I like the design well enough. Maybe not one of my best but still good. Maybe doesn’t look enough like Caviar though

Anyways, so let’s move on to her character

So as I’ve stated before, she’s in the maritime trading business. I think I got this idea because Caviar’s captain of a ship (and I think their navy), and my brain was like “boats also = trading”, which may have been spurred by my recent history lectures which have been discussing the road to the American Revolution, and we got to the shutdown of Boston Harbor which affected merchants. But also I looked back at Goat Milk’s info and saw he’s a trader too, so it all works out

Generally she’s a very business oriented person, with a drive to get things done as quickly and effectively as possible. As such she can be a bit stern and not the most pleasant to be around if you work with her. She’s nicer if you meet her outside of work, she’s just trying to get things done

She also can have a bit of a short temper and doesn’t really take setbacks or mishaps well. I mean, she’ll find ways to work around them, but when she gets bad news she doesn’t react the best in the moment. Likely it will involve her swearing. Sometimes excessively

Also she likes chowder, as shown in the left sketch. I had something else there, but I thought I should show her being chill so she doesn’t seem like a completely angry person. She isn’t, it’s just that she gets pissed off a bit easily

Anyways I think that’s about it. I feel like I’m forgetting something but I don’t know what. Ah well, I can edit it in later if I remember. But yeah, I hope you enjoy her!

Oh and also, I didn’t know where to put this, but what actually got me to get around to drawing her was making this rough sketch. I actually did a few of these, and maybe it’ll help me actually get around to drawing them more, since it was pretty fun and I feel like drawing the other two I did sometime

Here was the initial sketch. It’s small so I just put it with the rest of the drawing so you’re not looking at a largely blank canvas

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #captain caviar cookie #goat milk cookie #I forgot to look up the ship name #sorry #cookie run oc #chowder cookie #my art #my ocs #requests #I feel like I should have more to tag #oc x canon #not my oc #I’m referring to Goat Milk here #but biscy you’re free to use Chowder if you want to

[sayitaliano]

Do you have a favourite dish/food? Can you share about it and maybe how it is made as well?

Ciao!

I have loads of different fav dishes/foods tbh hehe :D it also depends on if you rather first course, second course, soups, pasta, rice, meat, fish.... We tend to eat by having different courses (at least as a general rule -also in restaurants/hotels- and on special days like Christmas could be: appetizers, first course, second course + vegetables, cheese, fruits, dessert, coffee/digestif).

Anyway. Hmm... I'll mention pasta ai 4 formaggi (pasta with 4 cheeses. I also like rice with cheese tbh). But if you're curious about something else, let me know (btw there must be a spaghetti al pomodoro recipe already on this blog).

So put water to boil in a pot, with a bunch of salt (coarse): it should taste almost like the sea. I sadly cannot give you proportion according on how big the pot is and how much water you add (better if you add quite a good amount, eg. if you're cooking for 4 people you may want to use a medium pot almost entirely filled), I was never given myself either but I always taste water (when I change the pot and type of water) after the salt is melted.

Then you can start preparing your cheese. I tend to go honestly by heart when it comes to quantities (but here you can find another recipe with quantities + videos and images -that blog is quite famous so you can check around it for more). I usually choose two hard cheese and two soft ones to have a more creamy result (for example I use Montasio and a Toma, Ricotta and Gorgonzola), but you can do as you rather ofc. I cut the hard ones in small pieces and put them in a bowl with some milk; then put that bowl over another pot with boiling water to melt (bain-marie). When these are melted I add the other two cheese (I cut the Gorgonzola too, somehow, especially to clean it from the external parts while I use a spoon for the Ricotta). Add milk if the cream is too dense: I suggest you to not add too much milk and just add it gradually when you need. Also, when you add the cream to the pasta it will become sliiightly more dense cause of the pasta itself releasing a thickener.

When the salted water is boiling, add your pasta. A short type of pasta works better with this recipe, but it's even. When the pasta is cooked (if you rather it very al dente, follow the instruction on the box, if not, leave it to boil for 3-5 minutes more). Then drain the pasta, put it in a bowl (only cause the one with the cheese is HOT atm), pour the cheese cream on it and mix. Ready to serve. (Ofc you can still add Parmigiano grattugiato if you want, even if it makes for a 5th cheese but it's personal taste). You can let it rest a few minutes (just don't let it turn cold). Generally when I have leftovers in the evening it tastes even better (I warm pasta bain-marie before having it and only eventually add a liiittle bit of milk, but it's okay even without it).

I don't prepare the cream in the pan cause it may burn and also it's not a that fundamental step in this recipe to have the passage of mixing pasta with the cream in the pan. The result is good anyway.

Let me know if you have questions or want to know about another recipe!

#tw food #recipes #tradizioni #it #italian #langblr #italiano #italian language #italian langblr #languages #pasta #ricette recipes #italian culture #italian things #italian stuff

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #44

So… the relief from using the Backpod was very temporary. Fortunately though, the relief appears to be reproducible, because I used it again today and ended up with the same results, so there's that much at least!

In celebration, I made a cup of the biscuit-flavored tea. Although it does taste faintly like Biscoff cookies (these are very good!), the fact remains that the flavor is indeed faint, so it mostly just tasted like regular tea. That's certainly not a bad thing, haha! But I guess I was hoping for something a little more unusual, and I was a little disappointed when it didn't pan out that way.

But that's okay! These things happen sometimes! Things can't always work out in the ways we expect! A little bit of disappointment is part of everyday living, and if you can accept that and make peace with it, then it becomes something that isn't emotionally debilitating; we can't have things go our way and get everything right all the time - it'd be too weird, and probably pretty boring eventually anyways!

So rather than ruminate over it, I simply made myself a mug of the jam-on-toast tea after I finished the biscuit tea!! And as promised, this time, I remembered to take some pictures!! Here!!

This is the way it looked before I added milk and sugar! It's got a reddish tint to it; I wonder if that comes from whatever they use to make it taste like jam.

Here's how it looked after I added milk and sugar! It really only needs a little bit of each! Today I discovered though that it tastes a little better with honey than it does with sugar.

I wanted the fact that it didn't hurt to breathe after using the Backpod to persist today, because it's very, VERY nice when breathing doesn't hurt. So for the most part, I stayed relatively still today, because I didn't wanna move too much and end up having things come back out of place again. I think my efforts mostly worked.

I passed the time by playing Pokemon Scarlet, and that was quite nice. I managed to stay properly hydrated today, too. As a result, the inside of my mind is cheerfully neutral, leaning maybe a little towards placidly hopeful and vaguely looking forward to things. The texture and shape of it comes in the colors of this melody; maybe you'll like it:

Within the next few days, there is a soup event at the place that I like to go to. A bunch of people will make soup and then share it with everyone else. So I thought to try my hand at making pumpkin soup; I know you wished you could try some before, when you were at the Halloween place with Glenn. I really wish that I could make some and then give it to you. Alas, I cannot. So instead I will make it for all the kind folks at the place; in the absence of having the ability to warm up your heart and mind with a hot, delicious, hearty soup, I will instead try to do the same for other people.

…Actually, there are a lot of wholesome things that I try to do for other people, because I cannot do them for you; I am always trying to treat the people around me with the same kindness and care that I would treat you with, if you were nearby. To be sure, it doesn't always work out, because I'm only human, and a very awkward and clumsy example of one, at that. But all the same, I do my best to hold myself accountable for my mistakes and to try to learn to be better when I fall short; I can only hope that it's enough, though admittedly, it never really feels like it is. Oh well. Maybe all this effort will be worth something in the next life. And if not… well, that's okay too. I'll decide to believe that it's still worth something, even if the best I can do is leave my immediate surroundings a little better off than when I found it.

In any case, tomorrow, I'll see about gathering the required ingredients for the soup. In the meantime, I guess I should try to decide on a recipe to follow. All of the ones that I've seen so far call for broth of some kind as a base; I'm super duper glad that I saved some of the chicken bone broth I made previously in the freezer; it'll really come in handy, and it's flavorful and very nutritious besides!! Any soup made with a homemade broth base should be at least pretty good, right? So I'll try to create something that even you could be proud of!

I don't know what sorts of things you get up to at the Edge of Creation, but whatever you do, please try to stay safe; you'll never get to try anybody's pumpkin soup if you do something reckless and end up disappearing. Take good care of yourself. Treat yourself kindly. Use the knowledge that you're loved and cared for to muster up the strength and courage to make gentle, loving choices.

I'll write to you tomorrow about my grocery store adventures! Look forward to it!!

Your friend, Lumine

#sephiroth #ThankYouFFVIIDevs #ThankYouFF7Devs #ThankYouSephiroth #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy vii crisis core #final fantasy 7 crisis core #final fantasy crisis core #ffvii crisis core #ff7 crisis core #crisis core #ff7r #final fantasy vii remake #final fantasy 7 remake #ffvii remake #ff7 remake #final fantasy vii rebirth #final fantasy 7 rebirth #ffvii rebirth #ff7 rebirth #final fantasy 7 ever crisis #ffvii ever crisis #ff7 ever crisis #ffvii first soldier #tea #soup #wholesome

[rjalker]

This is not what I was expecting from a story called Peoole Soup but I am not disappointed.

Is this part of a series, or just spontaneous absurdity?

Those are definitely their daemons, lol.

People Soup By Alan Arkin (public domain)

Bonnie came home from school and found her brother in the kitchen, doing something important at the sink. She knew it was important because he was making a mess and talking to himself. The sink drain was loaded down with open soda bottles, a sack of flour, corn meal, dog biscuits, molasses, Bromo-Seltzer, a tin of sardines and a box of soap chips. The floor was covered with drippings and every cupboard in the kitchen was open. At the moment, Bonnie's brother was putting all his energy into shaking a plastic juicer that was half-filled with an ominous-looking, frothy mixture.

Bonnie waited for a moment, keeping well out of range, and then said, "Hi, Bob."

"Lo," he answered, without looking up.

"Where's Mom?"

"Shopping."

Bonnie inched a little closer. "What are you doing, Bob?" she asked.

"Nothing."

"Can I watch?"

"No."

Bonnie took this as a cue to advance two cautious steps. She knew from experience how close she could approach her brother when he was being creative and still maintain a peaceful neutrality. Bob slopped a cupful of ketchup into the juicer, added a can of powdered mustard, a drop of milk, six aspirin and a piece of chewing gum, being careful to spill a part of each package used.

Bonnie moved in a bit closer. "Are you making another experiment?" she asked.

"Who wants to know?" Bob answered, in his mad-scientist voice, as he swaggered over to the refrigerator and took out an egg, some old bacon fat, a capsuled vitamin pill, yesterday's Jello and a bottle of clam juice.

"Me wants to know," said Bonnie, picking up an apple that had rolled out of the refrigerator and fallen on the floor.

"Why should I tell you?"

"I have a quarter."

"Where'd you get it?"

"Mom gave it to me."

"If you give it to me, I'll tell you what I'm doing."

"It's not worth it."

"I'll let you be my assistant, too."

"Still not worth it."

"For ten cents?"

"Okay, ten cents."

She counted out the money to her brother and put on an apron. "What should I do now, Bob?"

"Get the salt," Bob instructed.

He poured sardine oil from the can into the juicer, being very careful not to let the sardines fall in. When he had squeezed the last drop of oil out of the can, he ate all the sardines and tossed the can into the sink.

Bonnie went after the salt and, when she lifted out the box, she found a package containing two chocolate graham crackers.

"Mom has a new hiding place, Bob," she announced.

Bob looked up. "Where is it?"

"Behind the salt."

"What did you find there?"

"Two chocolate grahams."

Bobby held out his hand, accepted one of the crackers without thanks and proceeded to crumble the whole thing into his concoction, not even stopping to lick the chocolate off his hands.

Bonnie frowned in disbelief. She had never seen such self-sacrifice. The act made her aware, for the first time, of the immense significance of the experiment.

She dropped her quarrel completely and walked over to the sink to get a good look at what was being done. All she saw in the sink was a wadded, wet Corn Flake box, the empty sardine tin and spillings from the juicer, which by this time was beginning to take on a distinctive and unpleasant odor. Bob gave Bonnie the job of adding seven pinches of salt and some cocoa to the concoction.

"What's it going to be, Bob?" she asked, blending the cocoa on her hands into her yellow corduroy skirt.

"Stuff," Bob answered, unbending a little.

"Government stuff?"

"Nope."

"Spaceship stuff?"

"Nope."

"Medicine?"

"Nope."

"I give up."

"It's animal serum," Bob said, sliced his thumb on the sardine can, glanced unemotionally at the cut, ignored it.

"What's animal serum, Bob?"

"It's certain properties without which the universe in eternity regards for human beings."

"Oh," Bonnie said. She took off her apron and sat down at the other end of the kitchen. The smell from the juicer was beginning to reach her stomach.

Bobby combed the kitchen for something else to throw into his concoction and came up with some oregano and liquid garlic.

"I guess this is about it," he said.

He poured the garlic and oregano into his juicer, put the lid on, shook it furiously for a minute and then emptied the contents into a deep pot.

"What are you doing now, Bob?" Bonnie asked.

"You have to cook it for seven minutes."

Bobby lit the stove, put a cover on the pot, set the timer for ten minutes and left the room. Bonnie tagged after him and the two of them got involved in a rough game of basketball in the living room.

"BING!" said the timer.

Bob dropped the basketball on Bonnie's head and ran back into the kitchen.

"It's all done," he said, and took the cover off the pot. Only his dedication to his work kept him from showing the discomfort he felt with the smell that the pot gave forth.

"Fyew!" said Bonnie. "What do we do with it now? Throw it out?"

"No, stupid. We have to stir it till it cools and then drink it."

"Drink it?" Bonnie wrinkled her nose. "How come we have to drink it?"

Bobby said, "Because that's what you do with experiments, stupid."

"But, Bob, it smells like garbage."

"Medicine smells worse and it makes you healthy," Bob said, while stirring the pot with an old wooden spoon.

Bonnie held her nose, stood on tiptoe and looked in at the cooking solution. "Will this make us healthy?"

"Maybe." Bob kept stirring.

"What will it do?"

"You'll see." Bob took two clean dish towels, draped them around the pot and carried it over to the formica kitchen table. In the process, he managed to dip both towels in the mixture and burn his already sliced thumb. One plastic handle of the pot was still smoldering, from being too near the fire, but none of these things seemed to have the slightest effect on him. He put the pot down in the middle of the table and stared at it, chin in hand.

Bonnie plopped down opposite him, put her chin in her hands and asked, "We have to drink that stuff?"

"Yup."

"Who has to drink it first?" Bob made no sign of having heard. "I thought so," said Bonnie. Still no comment. "What if it kills me?"

Bobby spoke by raising his whole head and keeping his jaw stationary in his hands. "How can it hurt you? There's nothing but pure food in there."

Bonnie also sat and stared. "How much of that stuff do I have to drink?"

"Just a little bit. Stick one finger in it and lick it off."

Bonnie pointed a cautious finger at the tarry-looking brew and slowly immersed it, until it barely covered the nail. "Is that enough?"

"Plenty," said Bob in a judicious tone.

Bonnie took her finger out of the pot and stared at it for a moment. "What if I get sick?"

"You can't get sick. There's aspirin and vitamins in it, too."

Bonnie sighed and wrinkled her nose. "Well, here goes," she said. She licked off a little bit.

Bob watched her with his television version of a scientific look. "How do you feel?" he inquired.

Bonnie answered, "It's not so bad, once it goes down. You can taste the chocolate graham cracker." Bonnie was really enjoying the attention. "Hey," she said, "I'm starting to get a funny feeling in my—" and, before she could finish the sentence, there was a loud pop.

Bob's face registered extreme disappointment.

She sat quite still for a moment and then said, "What happened?"

"You've turned into a chicken."

The little bird lifted its wings and looked down at itself. "How come I'm a chicken, Bob?" it said, cocking its head to one side and staring at him with its left eye.

"Ah, nuts," he explained. "I expected you to be more of a pigeon thing." Bob mulled over the ingredients of his stew to see what went wrong.

The chicken hopped around the chair on one leg, flapped its wings experimentally and found itself on the kitchen table. It walked to the far corner and peered into a small mirror that hung on the side of the sink cabinet.

"I'm a pretty ugly chicken, boy," it said.

It inspected itself with its other eye and, finding no improvement, walked back to Bobby.

"I don't like to be a chicken, Bob," it said.

"Why not? What does it feel like?"

"It feels skinny and I can't see so good."

"How else does it feel?"

"That's all how it feels. Make me stop being it."

"First tell me better what it's like."

"I told you already. Make me stop being it."

"What are you afraid of? Why don't you see what it's like first, before you change back? This is a valuable experience."

The chicken tried to put its hands on its hips, but could find neither hips nor hands. "You better change me back, boy," it said, and gave Bob the left-eye glare.

"Will you stop being stupid and just see what it's like first?" Bob was finding it difficult to understand her lack of curiosity.

"Wait till Mom sees what an ugly mess I am, boy. Will you ever get it!" Bonnie was trying very hard to see Bob with both eyes at once, which was impossible.

"You're a sissy, Bonnie. You ruined the opportunity of a lifetime. I'm disgusted with you." Bob dipped his forefinger in the serum and held it toward the chicken. It pecked what it could from the finger and tilted its head back.

In an instant, the chicken was gone and Bonnie was back. She climbed down from the table, wiped her eyes and said, "It's a good thing you fixed me, boy. Would you ever have got it."

"Ah, you're nothing but a sissy," Bob said, and licked off a whole fingerful of his formula. "If I change into a horse, I won't let you ride me, and if I change into a leopard, I'll bite your head off." Once again, the loud pop was heard.

Bonnie stood up, wide-eyed. "Oh, Bob," she said, "you're beautiful!"

"What am I?" Bob asked.

"You're a bee-yoo-tee-full St. Bernard, Bob! Let's go show Melissa and Chuck."

"A St. Bernard?" The animal looked disgusted. "I don't want to be no dog. I want to be a leopard."

"But you're beautiful, Bob! Go look in the mirror."

"Naah." The dog paddled over to the table.

"What are you going to do, Bob?"

"I'm going to try it again."

The dog put its front paws on the table, knocked over the serum and lapped up some as it dripped on the floor. Pop went the serum, taking effect. Bobby remained on all fours and kept on lapping. Pop went the serum again.

"What am I now?" he asked.

"You're still a St. Bernard," said Bonnie.

"The devil with it then," said the dog. "Let's forget all about it."

The dog took one last lap of serum. Pop! Bobby got up from the floor and dejectedly started out the back door. Bonnie skipped after him.

"What'll we do now, Bob?" she asked.

"We'll go down to Thrifty's and get some ice cream."

They walked down the hill silently, Bobby brooding over not having been a leopard and Bonnie wishing he had stayed a St. Bernard. As they approached the main street of the small town, Bonnie turned to her brother.

"You want to make some more of that stuff tomorrow?"

"Not the same stuff," said Bob.

"What'll we make instead?"

"I ain't decided yet."

"You want to make an atomic bomb?"

"Maybe."

"Can we do it in the juicer?"

"Sure," Bob said, "only we'll have to get a couple of onions."

#short stories #scifi #scifantasy #people soup #shapeshifting #shapeshifting potions #alan arkin #public domain characters #public domain

[ibasae]

Sprout*Waning Hermitage - Sunday 1

Season: Winter

Hajime: Hehehe~♪ Ah, nothing smells better than stock soup ♪

I'm used to making do with just bread for breakfast, but I always wind up wanting traditional Japanese cooking occasionally.

Having a big sip of hot miso soup in the morning just fills you with happiness.

Oh no, looks like I was spacing out too much, the soup is going to get boiled dry. I gotta add miso concentrate...

Ah, the white carrot sprouts they were growing is ripe too. Hehe, I'll add that to the soup as well.

Mika: Eugh~! Ack~! 'M gonna be late~!

Hajime: Hm? That voice, is it Kagehira-senpai? He sounds panicked...

Mika: 'M such an idiot~! Can't believe I've gone and overslept--

Ah, Hajime-kun?

Hajime: So it is Kagehira-senpai! Good morning ♪

Mika: G'morning! I was wonderin' what smelled so good--you're cookin' up some miso! Are you having breakfast?

Hajime: Ah, no, not yet. It's just finished~ Now that the miso soup is done, would Kagehira-senpai want to have it with me?

Mika: Ack, I'd love ta, but 'm kinda in a rush~... M'apologies, I'm just here to get milk.

Hajime: You want some milk? I'll pour it for you then.

Mika: Eh? It's okay, I got it.

Hajime: It's just easier to grab it from my angle, don't think too much of it--here.

Mika: Sorry 'bout the trouble, thanks.

Mmm...♪

Hajime: By the way, what's got you in a rush? Is it for work?

Mika: Ah, no. Oshi-san's just comin' back to Japan for Valkyrie's new song, so I oughta go pick him up~

He said that 's fine, but I wanna surprise him an' pick him up anyways.

But I've done did oversleep on the big day! There's only one more hour! Now Oshi-san's gonna get there before me. I was too excited last night an' couldn't sleep...

Hajime: Haha, you sound like a child before the day of a spring getaway [1]

Mika: Eh~ Don't laugh at me~

Hajime: If you still have an hour, you'd still catch him right on time if you leave now?

Mika: Ah, right! I gotta hurry up...!

I'll drink it in one gulp--glug glug.

Alrighty, thank ya kindly. I'll be on my way~!

Hajime: Bon voyage, Kagehira-senpai♪ Please do be careful on your way.

Mika: Ha~... made it at last... Ack. 'M all sweaty from running so much, now I'm hot in the middle of the winter. 's kinda embarrassin'...?

Ah. Since 'M not late, I gotta look for Oshi-san! I can't just stand around doin' nothing. Let me see... which terminal do planes from Paris go to again...?

Shu: ...

Mika: Ah! Oshi-san spotted!

Oi~Oshi-san! Here, 'M over here~! Hey!

Shu: Ah?! Kagehira...?!

Mika: Ehehe, I've caught ya safely! Welcome home, Oshi-san~♪

Shu: Don't be so loud in public! You scared the living daylights out of everyone in earshot, and now they're all looking at us. Have some shame.

Goodness...didn't I say there's no need for you to pick me up?

Mika: Uwah~ Don't be all cold like that, I feel lonely. I came cause I wanted ta surprise ya~

Ya must be tired, Oshi-san! I got the luggage. Want anythin' to drink? We can get somethin' from the vending machine if you're thirsty. Or if you're hungry, we can--

Shu: My goodness, Kagehira. You're so loud. I'm already tired from the trip, so you clinging to me like a puppy just tires me out more.

Mika: ...♪

Shu: ...What's up with you? You look happy for someone that was just scolded.

Mika: Nah, 'M just thinkin' that Oshi-san don't ever scold me no more. Since ya never scold me on our calls, yer actually real nice.

Although I'm glad yer nice to me, I feel "Oshi-san's back!" more when ya get mad.

Shu: None of these words are in the bible. [2] I really can't understand why you'd want to get degraded.

Alright. Let's go drop off my luggage at the dorm, Kagehira.

Mika: Wueh~! Oshi-san, wait up~! Don't walk so fast~!

a spring getaway is something common for elementary aged kids in east asian countries, often arranged by the school. Think of it as a sleep away summer camp.

Ok no. He actually said "I don't understand what you're talking about." But I thought this is funnier and has the same meaning basically.

#shu itsuki #mika kagehira #hajime shino #enstars #ensemble stars #acanthe #sprout waning hermitage

[shepherds-of-haven]

Aside from Halek, who's the best cook out of the ROs? Or what's their level of cooking knowledge/experience in general?

Blade: he can cook, but his cooking almost entirely functional: it doesn't taste bad by any means, but it's quite plain and perfunctory, aimed at sustenance and nutrition rather than decoration or embellishment--he's the type of guy who would meal-prep grilled chicken, rice, and veggies 4 days out of the week if left to his own devices... so he's able to do it, but no one's exactly begging him to make them a meal!

Trouble: he's actually quite a good cook if forced to cook, but he's usually too lazy to bother with it and will prefer to eat out or just grab a meal at the local tavern rather than cook for himself--at least as a current bachelor! I could totally see him doing the cooking or being some sort of house-husband later in life and being quite good at it, but for now, he just doesn't bother!

Tallys: she's an excellent cook and actually currently (at this point in the game) outstrips Halek in outright experience and knowledge, though in the long run he'll do better than her when it comes to sheer potential. Like many Elves, she's spent a lot of time perfecting the art of cooking, so she's a pretty amazing chef, though she rarely exerts herself to cook for the whole group because she finds it more stressful than just cooking at her leisure for one or two people!

Shery: she's a good cook, but moreso an excellent baker, probably the best out of the Shepherds! She's not super interested in cooking meals--having to keep track of everything in real-time rather than going at her own pace is stressful for her, plus she's just not as passionate about normal meals--but she loves baking sweets and confections, and people will physically fight over her treats!

Riel: awful. horrendous. he knows the theories of cooking and what makes food tastes good and the concepts of fine dining, but he's never stepped foot in a kitchen in his life except to make himself butter and bread once when he was a teenager, or to pour himself like a glass of milk... absolute disaster. he would way overcomplicate/overthink it and be like, well to achieve the browning effect, surely one must fry the lasagna in oil before putting it in the oven?... but when would the cheese go on...?

Chase: he's, um, fine at it? he can make himself meals if he has to and could survive off of his cooking, is how I would put it, but honestly, it would just be like sandwiches or something extremely simple all of the time, like heating up pre-made soup or something like that! He just has 0 interest in cooking and has exclusively either eaten out or found food using other methods (ie mooching or stealing or conning...) his whole life, so while he's technically capable of it, you'll likely never see him doing it!

Red: he used to be a pretty bad cook when he was younger (because he kept getting distracted or would start day-dreaming in the middle of stirring a stew and letting it burn, driving his mother and sisters to absolute hysterics), but nowadays he's a pretty competent cook, namely because he figured out that 1) people find it sexy and 2) his sisters threatened to beat the absolute shit out of him if he didn't learn, so now he's pretty good at it and would make a fine cook, though it isn't typically his preference! Once he's a husband/father, though, I could see him getting even better!

Ayla: when she's cooking just for herself, she's more like Blade and tends to be purely practical, fixing herself simple fare like stir-fried veggies and rice, but when cooking for others, she's pretty good and usually makes tasty dishes! She just way overestimates people's spice tolerances... but other than that, she has a good eye for fresh produce and various seasonings and flavors!

Briony: right now, she's absolutely AWFUL at it (like is the type to tearfully serve someone a blackened crisp of nothing and be like, '...is it okay? 🥺' and they have to choke it down and be like 'omg... so good... 🥴'), but given enough time, experimentation, and a lot of patience and encouragement from others, she could ultimately display quite the talent for it! Just give her like... 2-3 more years!

Lavinet: the worst cook of the bunch, even worse than Riel (though not by much). don't let her step foot in a kitchen or you'll all die of food poisoning. has absolutely no common sense when it comes to cooking, has less than 0 interest in learning it, and just hates it in general. complete natural disaster. could put someone into a coma.

I think the current scale would go Tallys -> Halek -> Shery -> Trouble - Ayla (tied) -> Red -> Blade -> Chase -> Briony -> Riel -> Lavinet, with room for people to shift places and rise in the rankings over time!

#Shepherds of Haven #cooking #cook #food #all characters

[goatskickin]

Where did we leave our college students last time? Oh yes: Faith was cookin’ and lookin’ (for a husband), Bettina bagged a Dreamer warlock, and Tempe, against all odds, managed to kiss a girl.

As the semesters come and go, what have the Springs-Eternal kids gotten up to?

 Seeing has how she had a Popularity Secondary aspiration, Faith felt that she needed to put herself out there and make some new friends.

With the offerings at Brainia U being meager, Faith took a chance on Marsha Tse. If nothing else, Marsha’s a sucker for Faith’s cooking. And Faith loves a good compliment.

“Yuh! You haven’t tried a Spanish-fried flax egg? Bro, it will change your life.”

“I don’t think that’s - Marsha…are you high right now?

“Huhuhuhu, yuh!”

Marsha likes eating snacks and standing still. Truly, expectations for companionship are low.

Faith is happy to cook though. People who cook for others are kind!

Or so she tells herself.

“Faith, we should do this more often! Like, a teatime? But with an actual meal? Get in the habit of taking time to socialize and visit? A girl group power hour?”

“Hell yeah! I’ve been working on this lentil tofu that isn’t totally ass. I’m thinking some kind of creamy coconut milk curry soup thing to do with it…who else can we invite over?”

Bettina knows Marsha Tse from bubble-related hangs.

“Duuuude, can I like, borrow the computer? I totally spaced and my chemistry lab is due like, huh, today. Also, do you have a tampon?”

“Huh! Faith, who is ‘[email protected]’? You have like, hella unread emails from this person.

“…Marsha…go to class.”

“Sooo…you wanna talk about how you got all smoochy smoochy with Skylar at karaoke yesterday?”

…

“…no, I do not. And I wasn’t.”

                        “What I remember is Kiera being pitchy.”

“Hahaha, stoppp…but she kinda was though...”

♫ Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair ♫

♫ With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green Your smile is like a breath of spring ♫

♫ Your voice is soft like summer rain And I cannot compete with you Jolene ♫

♫ He talks about you in his sleep ♫

♫ And there's nothing I can do to keep ♫

♫ From crying when he calls your name ♫

♫ Jolene ♫

…

“Bettina! Come on! We can do a duet for this next one.”

“Uh, okay…but I’m no singer…”

“This one is easy! Come on!”

“Ha, okay…”

♫ Life is a mystery Everyone must stand alone I hear you call my name And it feels like home ♫

♫ When you call my name, it's like a little prayer I'm down on my knees ♫

♫ I wanna take you there ♫

♫ In the midnight hour, I can feel your power Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there ♫

♫ I hear your voice It's like an angel sighin' I have no choice I hear your voice Feels like flying ♫ – “Bettina, take your jacket off! Come on!”

“Ha! That’s not the words!”

♫ I close my eyes Oh God I think I'm fallin' Out of the sky I close my eyes Heaven help me ♫

♫ When you call my name, it's like a little prayer I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there In the midnight hour, I can feel your power Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there ♫

“I remember Skylar grinning at us like a store mannequin while we were singing Like a Prayer…”

“And? And you remember him totally giving you lovey dovey eyes?!”

“Faith! Gosh, are you a contralto? That was great! You should be getting paid to sing like that.”

“Sorry, I know we don’t know each other well, but I had to say something…”

“Hm, well, I would say that I could be best compared to Karen Carpenter in terms of both range and emotionality in my voice….

…

…thanks.”

…

“Faith, you’d have made a much better Queen Gertrude in the spring showcase, rather than whoever that girl was that they had doing it…she had no, you know, gravitas? You do.”

“…um, wow. Thanks Skylar.”

“I can see it now Faith – you, Sky, total power couple, he’s supporting your dreams, you’re conquering the stage – “

“Bettinaaaaa, stop! I’m totally not serious about him!”

“He’s cool, but like, he’s just a friend, you know?”

“He’s cute I guess.”

“I mean like, he does have good taste. Clearly not an idiot.”

“But like, he’s just ‘some guy’ from Bluewater Village.”

“For my future, I need the perfect husband.”

“You’re so picky! Sky can’t be that man, Faith? I think you need to be more openminded…”

“Uh, guys? Um, like, the computer is making a funny…smell…um, I’m gonna finish my paper on paper …”

 Though Faith didn’t take her interaction with Skylar seriously, her talk with Bettina did get her thinking about what her life would be like once college was over.

Marriage was on the horizon, obviously.

 And moving back home of course. On another trip to campus, Faith and Bettina happen to run into another Pitstop Valley native - Benny Navajo.

…

“Hey Benny. Sorry about your dad. I heard from my mom.”

…

“Thanks.”

…

“Hi Faith.”

“Benny! Benny-man! Hi! How’s Brainia U’s big sports star?”

“Hm. You follow our basketball team Faith?”

“Totally. I totally knew what sport you played!

…

How are you?”

“Like, in general?”

“Yeah! In general! And in specific.”

“Um, fine, I guess. Got to go to my history lecture in an hour.”

“Cool, that is totally cool. History is so…like it’s a thing that happened. And we need to know about it. You know?”

“Um? Yeah, sure.”

“So, listen, when we all get back to Pitstop Valley…”

“Oh, I am not going back to Pitstop Valley.”

“HA! Ben! Benny, you’re funny. Anyway, when we get back to Pitstop – “

“I am not going back there Faith. I am staying here.”

“Benny! Ha! HA! What, are you going to do, stay at Brainia U forever? Be a super senior?”

“I dunno. Coach says if I take 15 more credits after senior year that I can do another semester at least.”

“Um, are you kidding Benny? Like – “

“Pitstop Valley is not a good place. It’s pretty shitty actually.”

“What do you mean?!”

“Well, we don’t have electricity, there’s only one store, anyone over 65 practically loses their mind, we can only use the phone one day a week, we don’t have a lot of – “

“Oh, is that all?! What, you wanna stay here because there’s pinball? And a movie theater?”

“…don’t be an asshole.”

“Fuck you! You don’t be an asshole.”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck you too.”

“Look, my dad is dead. Candice left town with some new boyfriend the last I heard. And Cheyenne has Mercy.”

“Okay…what about Benji?”

“Fuck Benji. He works for the mob. Fuck the mob too.”

…

 “Move over.”

…

“So, what are you going to do then?”

“…I dunno. I can stay here. Or I can go anywhere. Maybe Downtown. I don’t know.”

“Downtown? Dangerous.”

“Whatever. Maybe it’s the right place for me. And you’ve never even been there, so you can’t even talk.”

“Like you have! How would you get there anyway?”

“I dunno. I’d figure it out.”

  Faith’s conversation with Benny gave her a lot to think about. Not go back to Pitstop Valley? Faith couldn’t imagine it.

Sure, there wouldn’t be the nice amenities like they had at Brainia U. But her parents were there.

Well, Justice was at least.

Besides, Pitstop Valley was a small nowhere town – the perfect backstory for star who came from nothing.

The nice thing about Brainia U though; Faith and Bettina often had the pleasure of running into friends on-campus. That was one aspect of university Faith would miss.

“You guys are so CUUUUUUTE!”

“Faith! Get lost, will ya.”

 Seb’s had been Bettina’s official boyfriend for some time now. Their relationship had a basis of a solid friendship. And they had magic in common as well.

While he’d been reluctant to share his magic training with Bettina, he was pleasantly surprised to find her a quick and eager study.

Nothing too crazy – a little spell here, a little charm there…

After all, it was likely that Bettina would follow her mother’s Good alignment, and possibly learn from her as well.

   Remy on the other hand, took different approach to magic than Seb. He wasn’t above pushing the envelope.

After having settled on Philosophy as a major, in addition to his studies, Remy’s belief was that writing the next teen/YA novel would set him on the path to security and fortune.

Much to the amusement of his twin.

“Okay, so, let me guess…teeny tiny female protagonist who is not like other girls, somehow knows kung-fu and then she’s forced to team up with the school bully/secret crush who is also a werewolf-"

“Shut up! That’s terrible. That’s not even a GOOD example of a bad YA novel.”

“Just you wait. The book I am going to write is going to be amazing. And it’s going to make me a lot of money.”

At least that is what Remy was telling himself.

Wade, while not being really big on school, finally decided on a major that suited him: Kinesiology.

Going to gym class several times a week with a little bit of science class sprinkled in suited him nicely.

And who knows? Maybe that extracurricular karate class would come in handy one of these days.

       At the boy’s house one snowy morning, Wade made the daft decision to shoo away a penguin from the yard right out of the shower.

Little did he know that it would lead to one of the most important days of his life.

Pengu: “BRRR! Indecent!”

A student known to everyone at Brainia U simply as ‘The Streaker’ happened to run past right as Wade was doing his shooing.

“AHHH!”

And Wade, outside and having already made one questionable decision that day, decided to make another.

He talked to her.

“Hey – “

“Wow! Outside in a towel?! Freeing right? The air is to totally crisp today!”

“….uh, heh, yeah! Sur-sure is! Um! Can I ask! What are you – “

“Oh yeah, ha! Totes didn’t mean to startle you if you saw me, but I just couldn't let this crisp and sunny day get away from me, you know? Totally exhilarating! You ever hear of barefoot running?”

“Uhhhh –“

“Wait! You’re in my Pilates class, yeah?”

“Uh…oh! Yea? I think? I’m in the front usually, so if you were behind me – “

“Dude! You give me like, golden retriever vibes, yeah? I like your style! What’s your sign? Do you know that penguin? Is it around your yard a lot?”

Pengu: “I am alarmed at what is transpiring here.”

Snowman: *judgmental and snowy agreement*

After helping her focus her attention, Wade invited the Streaker inside. Most people would find it cold to be outside in weather like that, after all.

Robin (her actual name) turned out to be a pretty interesting person.

She was also a Kinesiology major like Wade, with a focus in bodywork and massage therapy. She took up the habit of ‘frostrunning’ as she called it, to deal with anxiety her freshman year. She found it to be exhilarating and mood boosting, and she’d been hooked ever since.

Before the Fall, a college campus might have had a security team, one that would enforce rules against the kind of fast & naked exercise Robin had accustomed herself to.

But at Brainia U, her only real danger was that of falling on the ice or freezing to death. No other student had dared to approach her.

Except for Wade. He found her to be the most fascinating person he’d ever met.

“I’ll look out for you in class next time. Maybe you can show me that hip stretch you mentioned?”

“Sure!”

Remy’s interactions with girls were usually less…good. 

“…then we get to the tower, and the whole time we are following the protagonist – I still don’t have a name for him – and then suddenly at the top of the stairs, in her defense, the princess who has whipped the door wide open in anticipation, has the dagger, aimed right at his – “

“Puh-LEASE! Stop! That’s godawful!”

“Could you come up with something that’s even more pandering?! I mean my god; did you rip that right from the Chronicles of Pretentious Douchebags? Where is the female character’s agency?! Does this heroine have any friends? And what about the arch with the mourning dove? I mean were you going to forget about that entirely?!”

Luckily, there’s some other Brainia U students that are a little more easygoing.

“Howdy Faith! Any luck making friends with that personality?”

“Suck my butt, Bettina.”

*grumble*

“I can make other friends…”

      …

“…maybe talking to new people was a bad idea.”

“Hey! I am literally right here.”

“Well, Kiera, you’re being weird, and you needed to know.”

*sigh*

“I hate small talk…. but not everyone should get to know me on a deep level.

…

…how am I supposed to connect with anyone? I hate this! Everyone’s so dumb…but I want to be in a relationship...”

“It could be that you’re feeling overwhelmed about who to choose for the future. It’s a big decision.”

“Well, good point! I’d definitely want to be with someone who would kiss the ground I walk on!”

“Uh, okay…”

“Well, think about it. You need to be careful. A lot of people unconsciously look for partners that have the same traits and qualities as the people they grew up with. You know? Because those people feel familiar. But that’s not always a good choice, depending on your family and upbringing and all.”

“No offense dude, but have you even kissed anyone? Do you even know what you are talking about?”

“Geez. Sorry for trying to help.”

  Fortunately for Faith, there’s other people on campus who prove to be more receptive to her.

“Oi! Lambkin! What’s a lovely single lady like you doing here? You seem tense. I may be able to help you unburden your troubles…among other things…”

“Um!! I, uh…”

“Verily! Across the campus I’d seen ye, and I thought – “

“Hey Rasmus, fuck off. Don’t touch people. Go take a shower.”

“Lo! Our fiery leading lady! Faith the Fearless! What say – “

“Beat it Rasmus. What the fuck. Invest in deodorant.”

“Huh?”

“Hey, sorry about him.”

“Wha…what the…who was – “

“God, that’s just Rasmus. Theater majors, you know? Sorry, I’m a theater major too, but at least I have some restraint. We did A Christmas Carol last semester and Rasmus still hasn’t let go of his character and wears the costume all the time. What a creep, right?”

“Ohhhhh…okay that….that kinda makes sense…”

“What’s your name?”

“Hi, uh, Rebecca. Rebecca Beckett.”

“Rebecca Beckett. Becky Beckett! That’s cute! I like it. You wanna get some pizza?”

    Though Brainia U’s pool was roofless and unprotected from the year-round winter weather, some students didn’t mind a bracing dip. It was practically the only exercise that Faith would tolerate.

“Hey, you know, I was thinking about what you said, and…you’re full of shit.”

“…you were actually listening to me? Do you even know my name?”

“So, like, I want the opposite of whatever fucked up situation my parents have. That’s what I’ve always been looking for. But everyone’s so like, boring? Like, I’m looking for some spice.”

“You know, heat? Energy? Something interesting?”

“I wouldn’t expect you to get it.”

“Listen, I’m really not interested in whatever it is you’ve got going on. I was just making an observation. I’m in my capstone for Psychology, and you just seemed like you had a pretty obvious blind spot as far as emotional intelligence goes….sorry I got involved. Bye.”

*grumble*

“��.what the fuck does he know…”

   Life continues to be a blur of eat-sleep-study-repeat until graduation day. And, the penguin is here.

Pengu: “How much longer must we wrestle with disrespectful treatment, brother?! HM?!”

Snowman: *agrees snowily*

With occasional other happenings.

“…I think that was Wade’s new girlfriend.

…

Um, wow.”

“Maybe that dick-idiot with the slicked-back red hair was kind of saying something...”

“Am I looking in the right places for a boyfriend? What am I even looking for?”

  And for once, Faith could not distract herself from her issues with cooking.

“Bettina! Are we out of my lentil tofu? The hell? Where is the rice I made on Tuesday?”

“Oh…yeah Temps was over to study with me for our history exam. I think he ate it.”

While on a trip to the store…

…while Faith stocks up on nutritional yeast and noodles…

…who does Bettina run into, but her beloved!

“Sebby!”

“Hi angel. Why are you out late?”

“Oh, the fridge was bare. How are you?”

“Babe, listen I’ve been thinking…”

“Ooh! Lower, there, thank you…”

“Babe, I’d like to do some more advanced magic.”

“Oh, would you now?

…

You still need to work on the firefly charm. 5 fireflies is not exactly multitudinous. You’re really supposed to –”

“That’s kid stuff! I want to do more!”

“Oh yeah, like what? Love spells? Stop time? Making things out of thin air? You know that’s Evil magic.”

“Not like thaaaat….exactly…”

“Bettina…”

“What! I just love it, okay? I feel powerful. I feel like I have a lot of catching up to do, you know? I just want to like, do some extra credit, to get to the next level.”

“Ha! There’s no need to rush. Magic is a life-long practice. Why are you trying to jump ahead?”

“Ugh, like, because! Please?!”

“Bettina, first, I don’t even study that myself. Second, your mother is not going to approve of me – “

“Oh my god, what does she even know! She – “

“She does know Bettina, that’s the thing. Romantic couples are not supposed to be partners in magic. She’s not going to approve of me, and she’s certainly not going to approve of any magic from you that isn’t above-board and Good.”

“We’re a romantic couple then? You like like me?”

“Shut up, haha. But you should really cushion the news for her. I’m serious. It’s not recommended that romantic couples partner in magic, as many have a tendency to break up. Statistically.”

“We are not going to break up.”

“I didn’t say that. I just said that statistically, it’s likely. We are adults. We have to be realistic.”

“Mhm! I love when you talk to me about stats. It’s romantic.”

“There’s always other things we can do together…things that use a different kind of magic…”

Ever needing ‘material’ for his YA novel, Remy manages to get his roommates to wander campus with him. 

  “…a chosen one arc? No….no, perhaps a soulmate thing, where they are BOTH the chosen ones…”

Seb and Temps are still thick as thieves. Tempe appreciates Seb’s analytical mind and sense of responsibility.

Someone must be the ‘dad’ of the group. If Wade and Tempe are the unsupervised toddlers.

*hurk*

“So, a Long Island Iced Tea doesn’t - *hurk*- have any tea in it at all?”

“Well, I wouldn’t know! Maybe you didn’t get it strong enough. Oh! I’ll order a double, and then maybe that’s how you would notice the tea flavor?”

“…Remy, let’s get these guys some carbs.”

*hurk* “But I ate some popcorn! I found it on the ground!”

“Seb, it looked fine! 5 second rule, yeah?”

“…yeah, food is a good idea.”

            Time for a change of scenery – pizza!

The beloved dad of the group isn’t exactly good at loosening up. But he tries.

The campus’s pizza place is a popular spot.

Faith likes it here too.

“What’s up virgins!”

Not deterred by his less-than-stellar previous interactions with girls, Remy keeps at it.

“I am going to go talk to that blond girl eating pizza.”

“Okay. You have something specific as an opener? Or do you know her at all?”

“No, but I got this. Trust me.”

Things start of innocuous enough…

“Oh my god! Hey! I was going to wear that same outfit tonight!”

“Ha? Ha!”

…and goes downhill very quickly.

“…no way could the epistolary nature of the book be captured in film, even if – “

“What?! So, you’re saying that the scene where he’s on the ship with the sirens, even if it was a dream – “

“Oh puh-lease, ‘even if it was a dream’ – what else would it be? A flashback?! A cheesy flashback with a misty cut?”

Remy gaze hasn’t left his navel long enough to realize that not everyone’s is on his wavelength.

“Hmph…maybe this isn’t the hangout for a…sapiosexual…like myself.”

“Less evolved girls just don’t ‘get’ me.”

At least Remy has his brother.

Also, if further proof was needed that Tempe has weird taste in girls…here is Becky Beckett, a cool girl who jokes about being pickpocketed and *winks* - but Tempe thinks she’s yucko.

Available girls could practically fall from the sky, and it’s like Tempe would not even notice.

Back at the boy’s house…

        “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH – oh, hi Robin…”

“Hi Sebastian!”

Robin the Streaker takes the opportunity to feel the breeze beneath her buttocks. And pay Wade a visit!

“Robin, in this cold and snowy world we live in…”

“… you could be the sunshine of my life.”

“Hahaha, Wade! Oh, you’re too sweet.”

With encouragement, Robin is able to put some clothes on. And Wade gets to know her better!

Wade discovers that she’s an extra social super playful extrovert!

Highly skilled…

And a Leo too – which makes a LOT of sense.

“I’ve never met anyone like you Wade! You’ve got a sick snowball throw, and a nice booty.”

“I’ve never met anyone like you, Robin! Want to go make a snowman?”

“Yeah!”

Awwwww.

Robin’s streaking has inspired at least one other person at Brainia U to pursue some new…freedoms of expression.

Yeah, yeah (I like it when the beat goes da na da na) (Baby, make my booty go da na da na) (Girl, I know I wanna show da na da na) baby That schlong sch-schlong, schlong, schlong I said I like the way, uh (baby, when the beat goes da na da na) Uh (baby, make my booty go da na da na) Baby (girl, I know I wanna show da na da na) (That schlong sch-schlong schlong, schlong) listen -

“Naked guy. Can I. Help you?”

“Jeez Red, you’re a tough crowd!”

“Well, you’re going to have to do better than waving your hog around if you want to impress me.”

 And that’s it for part 1! Part 2 coming soon!

#sims 2 story #apocalypse challenge #apocalypse C.O.W.

[asknarashikari]

Me: Voilà! These are the many dishes in my *clearing throat* "Royal Court". This table here is where the side dishes. The second table here is where the main hot dishes are. 3rd are the main cold dishes. 4th-5th are the appetizers. 6th-7th are dessert. 8th-9th are the fruits and vegetables. All are masterfully cooked and prepared by my hands. Grab and taste.

Gira: So many... and a few strange ones.

Yanma: Honey... this chicken wing looks deformed. Why is it all thick?

Me: Darling... that's a stuffed chicken wings with glass noodles stuffing.

Himeno: What is this strange gelatin? Texture is a bit off from the ones I'm use to?

Me: Ahhh... it's agar agar. A vegetarian gelatin made from seaweed. It's mixed with coconut milk, sugar, and food coloring.

Himeno: Food coloring?

Me: It's mainly for the presentation.

Himeno: And this similar one?

Me: Ah... steamed layer cake. It's a bit sticky but the same flavor as the agar agar jelly. And you can peel off the layers on this one.

Gira: And these cracked open eggs?

Me: Those... a flavorful egg mixture is poured back into the egg shell and baked until it is cooked. Just make sure it doesn't fill to the very top.

Jeramie: And this thick chicken soup?

Me: Noodles made from tapioca and rice flavor that's been thrown into a chicken soup. The noodles would absorb the liquid as well as thicken the soup. Plus, these condiments to one's liking.

Kaguragi: This strange creature is a predator that's been cooked. Freaky but looks good.

Me: That is a whole BBQ wani (alligator) that's been smoking for hours til tender. Time-consuming to make as well.

Douga: Loving these pickles and side dishes.

Rita: What are these meatballs? They don't seem to be cooked in an oven or on a pan?

Me: Fried turkey-shrimp meatballs. Freeze the turkey just enough that it's still firm. Never rock hard. Ground them with shrimp, then add your seasonings. Form into meatballs and fry them in oil.

N'Kosopa posse: *pigging out like delinquents*

Me: Guys! THIS IS TASTE TEST NOT AN ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT BUFFET!!

Akka: Sorry, honey. Your food is so good.

Gira: The strangest ones I have seen so far are these grotesque and large legs.

Me: Those are chicken legs or dragon-feet chickens. It was an expensive delicacy that was once meant only for the royalty. The breed of chicken is also kind of hard to-

Jeramie: It says here in your logs. What he said is correct. Hard the breed and need a bit of human intervention for high survival rates. A few are entered into contests. The rest are for eating on special holidays.

Me: Oh yeah. I forgot I gave you a bit of access to my knowledge archives.

Gerojim: What is this strange fruit?

Me: The Queen of fruits that grows in the tropics. Mangosteen.

Kogane: Your husband seems to know how to cook a lot of things.

Gira: Yep. *looks to me* Thank you for also inviting her and the orphanage.

Me: You're welcome, darling.

Uh... okay I guess? Don't mind us all drooling here lol

#ohsama sentai king ohger #ask #i-am-randomtrash00