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echo-goes-mmm · 7 months

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Silas and Wren #3

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Warnings: briefly mentioned past non-con, implied future non-con

After the tour, Master still wanted to play a game. Wren braced himself for something painful, or at least embarrassing, but to his surprise Master led him to the sitting room and got out a box of dominoes.

Oh. That kind of game.

Wren didn’t know the rules, but Master seemed excited to teach him. It was kind of fun playing games. Wren would never have been allowed to, in another Master’s house.

It was thrilling to play like he was a person instead of a slave.

At first he wasn’t sure if he should lose on purpose, but Silas kept showing him the winning pieces he could play so he figured it must be okay to win.

They played a couple of times before Wren’s stomach began complaining. He wasn’t going to say anything, but one of Master’s pointed ears twitched. Silas glanced at the clock.

“I suppose it’s dinner time for you, isn’t it?”

“I can keep playing if you want me to, Master.”

“No, no. You should go eat.”

Wren helped Silas gather up the game pieces. Master led him back to the east wing, thank goodness. Wren wasn’t sure how to get back.

Master Silas ordered him to return to the sitting room after he ate. Well, he did say “please” and it was more of a question, but Wren knew better. He could spot a trap.

Was Master going to drink from him after he ate? He seemed friendly so far, and it was a considerate gesture. It didn't hurt either. Dealing with Master’s vampiric diet might be the easiest job he’d ever had.

He opened the pantry. He’d never been assigned cooking before, but he had a little experience. Lots of Masters wanted a bite to eat after sex, and sometimes their cooks weren’t up at that time.

Hmm. What should he have for dinner? There was a coldbox too, with butter, eggs, cheese, fresh meat, and lots of veggies and fruit.

There was no way he could eat so much before it went bad. He would have to tell Master carefully. He was pretty sure Master Silas had no humans before him.

He found a small package of what looked and smelled like ground sausage. There was spinach in the coldbox as well, and a jar of tomato sauce and dried pasta in the pantry.

That sounded pretty good all put together.

The box of pasta had a lot written on it, but ‘8-10’ caught his eye. Experience told him that meant ‘cook for eight to ten minutes’. Perk of making friends with servants.

There was a bottle of oil in the cupboards. He drizzled a little in a deep pan and began browning the sausage. After it looked done, he opened the sauce jar and poured it in. He added a handful of spinach. Yum.

The pasta did take eight minutes, and he smothered it in the sauce. Could he really pick his meals every day?

He considered doing the dishes, but Silas was expecting him. He’d do them later.

He got turned around a little, but eventually he found the sitting room again.

Master was sitting in an armchair, a book in his hands. He knelt at his feet and waited for instruction.

“You don’t need to do that. These chairs need someone to sit in them besides me, after all,” said Master, closing his book. Oh, that was nice. Wren sat on the adjacent couch.

“Do you like to read, Wren?”

“I can’t, Master.” Silas set the book on an end table.

“You never learned? I thought humans had schools for their children.”

“Slaves aren’t sent to school. There’s no use for it, and a waste of time when we could be working.” Master frowned.

“I suppose that makes sense. But aren’t there tasks that you need literacy for?”

Wren shrugged. “There’s servants for that.”

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Silas made a note to teach Wren how to read. Books were one of life’s greatest pleasures. He couldn’t imagine not being able to read his novels. And it would be easier to make conversation if they could talk about books.

“Master, may I ask a question?”

“Of course. Please, always feel free to speak your mind,” he said. Thank goodness, it was hard to start every conversation.

“Thank you, Master. I was just wondering, aren’t you hungry? You haven’t eaten all evening.” It hadn’t occurred to him that Wren might know as much about vampires as he knew about humans.

“Vampires eat once a day. I ate this morning.”

“Oh.”

“I won’t drink from you often, I promise,” he reassured Wren. That was probably what he was getting at, in his own roundabout way.

“I, um, I don’t mind that much. But won’t you need to drink from me every day?”

“Nope. Vampires buy blood. It would make you sick if I drank from you that much,” he explained.

Wren thought it over. He looked like he had more questions.

“You can ask me anything, if you want. I don’t mind.”

“It’s nothing, Master.”

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Well that answered one question. And now he had permission to speak, which was new.

But he still wondered when Master Silas would expect to bed him. Asking would be rude, no matter what privileges Silas gave him.

He was handsome, at least. Tall, dark black hair, gray eyes. Wren couldn’t deny how attractive he was. Even the sharp teeth were... something.

He wanted to believe that would make his duty easier, but experience had almost always proved him wrong in that department.

It was never easy, it could only be not as bad.

Master would be in the latter category. He didn’t need to numb Wren’s neck that afternoon, but he did. And his lips were so soft. Silas didn’t need to provide him a bedroom, but he did. And his eyes were so pretty.

Master Silas wouldn’t need to be gentle either. But maybe he would.

Hopefully he would.

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#hey Wren why do you keep thinking about how good looking Silas is. asking for a friend #Silas and Wren #my writing #whump #slavery whump #vampire whump

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thatfailedpokemontrainer · 2 months

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△ please explain to me in deep detail how fridges make you feel.

I fucking hate fridges. Everytime I see a fridge part of me wants to beat all of the electronics out with my nail bat. They are stupid, ugly, useless machines that should be destroyed at any and all costs. Speaking of costs, fridges cost far too fucking much to replace or you know SEND TO A STRANGER OVER THE INTERNET, how do you people even fucking afford to send me the machines that do nothing but make food cold that we're probably going to throw out anyway but we have to wait till it is actually growing fur in the coldbox before we do otherwise it's 'wasting food'

Fuck man.

4/10

#sprite :>#pkmn irl #rotumblr #pokemon irl #rotomblr #pkmn #pokemon #pokeblogging

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recitedemise · 3 months

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𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲'𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀. Nestled along the coast of Waterdeep, it is both sunlight and the insistent cling of salt that Gale's grown to find exceedingly soothing. It is the bastion of his comforts, outfitted with a grand assortment of a thousand enchantments. Charmed, it is far larger on the inside than it appears on the outside, and nestled in its rooms wade about a million secrets. A wizard's tower, after all, should be as much an enigma as the mage themselves.

Entryway.

Upon entering Gale's home, one would be welcomed by a sectioned off room, the house separating its guests from the rest beyond this point. It is nondescript, all deep woods with the warmth of a far away fire, sure, but plainly put, is not what one expects from a wizard's home. There is a mirror by the door, and before it, a little end table with an aging candelabra. There is a thick, fine drape that rests snug at the arch walling off the tower's entryway, and there is a plush, old rug sat in front of the door. Framed, there hangs a painting of a garden by the right-most wall. The decor is dated, speaking of an aesthetic veering on 'dark academia' and here, there is an enhancement Gale placed to thwart those not explicitly welcomed--hold person, in the rug, can hold you still.

But at least the shy smattering of hanging plants can keep you company.

The first floor: Entry way, living room, kitchen, and washroom.

After exiting the entryway, one would at last enter a hall, short, that leads to a cozy and admittedly half-cluttered room. Here, there is a coffee table, some leather seats in a shade of hemlock-green, and a winding staircase--fit with a red stair runner-- that goes, up, up, up (again, enchanted, some time manipulation steeped in the runner to shorten walk-time). In fact, should one look up, one would think Gale has furnished twelve floors at least, the ceiling like a pinprick with rich deep-gold tiles. It's evident this floor's hardly used, however, beyond the kitchen that is sat snug and half-walled off from the adjoining living room. The seats seem seldom used, not a crack or wrinkle in their delicate upholstery, and the cups lines in Gale's kitchen never used beyond the one. There's several books splayed about, a knitted blanket Morena had made him some decades ago--purple, his favorite, shade, of course--thrown about the sofa, and a myriad of paintings lined on the walls. There's a hanging light in the fashion of some brassy armillary. In the built-in shelves in the paneled walls, there rests even more books with some decanters of whiskey. There rests a wide circular window fit with an alcove right at the center wall, too, with a darling view of the waters with some hanging candles.

Beside the living room, the kitchen--again, very frequently used--waits, charmed with a fire that seems always to burn (safely, of course). At all times, something fragrant lingers within it, be it darling, spice-fruit tartlet or a succulent rack of ribs or lamb. Here, the fashion is a touch more rustic in nature, more dark-red bricks and taupe woods. Over his oven--black iron, a simple cast wood stove--rests an overhang of herbs, dried and half-self grown with the pots by his open windowsill, and the other half purchased from the ladies at the markets. He's a sizable coldbox charmed with a suspended chromatic orb of frost (it pulses, giving perpetual cool to the contents inside), beside countertops filled with all manner of jars. Gale makes his own jams, his favorite being a delightful, tart raspberry, and it with its fruity sisters and brothers rests bottled up with delightful cloths. Gale spends much time in here, and it's plain to see he lavishes it with love. Always, there is something delightful set up by the island counter that looks off into the rest of the living room--like a cake stand piled generously with something exquisitely vanilla. With a door nearby, Gale would explain it leads to his little pantry of hundur sauce. There, one will find, too, his notable collection of both red and white wines. An evening with Gale Dekarios is an evening with a five course meal.

The washroom set off by the staircase is humble, a tap of flowing water charmed to flow and stop when you so wish it. There is an ornate mirror, some suspended flowers there for a spot of freshness, and lit candles for ambiance. The small of something earthy and not too overbearing hangs everywhere, steeped in the towels and the wood of the little medicine cabinet.

The second floor: Two bedrooms, with their own personal bathrooms.

Here, you will find Gale's bedroom, and beside it, a spare. To note, no one ever uses that guest room considering, well, one would need guests to start off with. All the same, no would-be over-night stay would find themselves wanting. The guest room, adequately sized, opens up to face a wide, stained glass window-modestly so, just to allow some shades of gold to lick along the floors. A thick curtain dresses it up, its color a burgundy wine that pairs well with the dark woods and surge of white in the bedding. The best itself is a four post one, no veils yet to hang off of them. The large dresser is empty save for some spare things Gale has put in for Tara (spare collars, for example) and a couple of blankets he's never once used. It has its own bathroom as well, its tub charmed to, again, spill water and stopper it whenever you so wish. It's everything you need should you ever stay here, but admittedly, stripped just a bit of any personality.

Gale's room, however, is ride with personality. Here, you will find all manner of trinkets and wide-eyed wonders. It's dark wood again, and lived in, is effectively cluttered. There are books strewn everywhere, laid out on the floors despite two of four whole walls filled completely with tomes. He's a window at the one wall, opening to the scene of the city clamoring just beyond, its windowsill decorated with cups of wine, tea tins, and some pots of terracotta for when he deigns to play gardener. He's a large armillary in a state of perpetual spin, aligned with the real-time turning of the stars. His bed is large, a bed tray usually atop of it with smattering of peeled fruit and his read for the morning, sheets a dark, rich brown with the bedposts taken in dark-green curtains. There's a bed for Tara, too, laid there by one of his growing stacks of ancient reads. His carpet is patterned, a sliver of white to help brighten the space, with some cat toys strewn here and there and an armoire that's charmed much larger on the inside. Beside his bed, there rests Gale's private bathroom. It's impressive, tiled beige with dark woods that border on chestnut black. He's a whole array of bath salts, lotions and creams and shampoos and conditioners, everything combining to capture ascent of sage and jasmine sweetened just a sliver with a persimmon hue. His tub is actually dipped into the floors, a standing shower merely an overhang spout in the space beside the tub. There is incense here, too, that wafts at times with the hot steam of his usual luxurious baths--Gale, let it be known, a sucker for a spot of finery.

The third floor: Dedicated solely to Gale's office and study--dressed up with a terrace. Inside the study, Gale keeps his inheritance and riches.

Going up the stairs this floor has no landing. In fact, it's only a passing door before one continues traveling up towards the rooftops. The door is unassuming, something old and ancient with brass knockers as handles. However, belying its normalcy is the swell of magic and light that glows from crystals within.

This room is what we are most familiar with: it is, as we have seen in game, Gale's study. And yes, it is by and large, Gale's most favored room--kitchen notwithstanding. Here, Gale's study is less a study and more a keep of ancient texts. His walls are littered with them, the copious amount of shelves not enough to cradle their wealth. Stacks of loose tomes can be found crawling up, up, up for the ceiling everywhere, and each one, he'll tell you, is one he's read once before--evidently not faking it like every other bookworm. He knows where each one seems to lay by heart, even the four hundredth manual in an uninspiring shade of brown. He's a crackling hearth, one he's charmed to run forever on and on, with a single chair and a sofa-too-many. He's a statue in a wait-high sizes dedicated to Mystra. He's spent more hours than he'd confess to kneeling before them, a memory he's no rush to indulge in again with any delight, both scrolls and flowers wreathing it like humble offerings. He's a piano he's manipulated to play when he desires, something of a tune that runs very soft and relaxed. At times, Gale himself will even pluck away the keys, the piano chair before it housing some rough compositions.

In this study, one will find a door, locked, to what houses whatever is of Gale's inheritance. Beside that door, one will also find the double doors to his brilliant terrace, outfitted with plants, a rug, and sun-warm sofa. Here, Gale likes to idle away his time, Tara in his lap and some wine on his tongue. In his year in solitude, he would rest here often, looking over the lullabied waters and its quiet ripples... Half mad, half yearning, and entirely wistful.

One can find some empty bottles of wine here with a heavy heart.

The fourth floor: A smaller room, something like an observatory.

Humble but absolutely dazzling, the top floor opens up to a darling observatory of sorts--not a proper room, no, but a mere floor with a railing that looks down to the lower, three-most levels. Here, the ceiling--again, those rich tiles of brown and gold--rest above your head, wide and unobscured of even a hanging light. Instead, there are candelabras set up about this book-littered room (with pillows, too, and a nice rug set up for casually laying) that flicker and whisper with its crackling song. Laid down on this floor, one would look up to that so-bare ceiling...and when Gale so whispers it, says those magical words, the ceiling seems to suddenly disappear, replaced with a ripple of the view of the stars. Here, Gale can trace the course of the twinkling cosmos. Immediately, the shine of the stars come to pale the combined wash of the candles, the atmosphere impossibly drusy and gauzy like silk. Gale likes it up here, relaxing in the majesty of the moon. Sometimes, he will find Tara flapping her wings here, a little trapdoor to the rightmost wall for her to come and go from when she desires. They will cuddle up together as she speaks about her nightly escapades of feline devilry. Gale, in a nest of pillows, will patiently listen.

#HEADCANON.#THis is...SO LONG. This is just describing Gale's 'tower'.#ANd yes... I DO want to add pictures. Maybe once I make it properly in Sims or something #cuz you know I play Sims... A LOT.#I am in love with an observatory floor just for Gale to admire the skies...#So much magic in this house. Perpetually lit fires #tea charmed to always stay warm and ready for consumption #tubs with faucets that can always run as warm as you like (and Gale--to Shadowhearts admission--always smells like a dowager #so YES gale has a LOT of fine creams and shampoos and all that jazz. Man likes to bathe forever in his tiled tub with a a book #i know it.)#We are exploring beyond that little study and terrace we saw in Gale's romance scene. I am talking about a PROPER HOUSE!#Gale's home is so...well dark academia. How typical.

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the-real-samwise · 2 months

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when you go to get a potion of relieve hunger in the middle of the night and your dragon decides to sleep in exactly the right spot in the tower doorway that you don’t see xem and step on xem and they breathe fire all over your coldbox for your potions

#wizardposting #the great samwise is not responsible for any damage caused by their spells or their advice #dragons #wizardcore #my dragon named xanx

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meili-sheep · 2 years

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Kaveh and Al-Haitham never insult each other based on their own fields because they both know that they are the best at it. Sometimes, they’ll go as far as to recommend each other for anything related to their specialities.

Al-Haitham: I know someone that could help you with that project you have. Here’s his contact information.

Kaveh: If you want that type of paperwork and record-keeping in good hands, I happen to know just the guy! I’ll get you in contact this afternoon if you want.

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Kaveh is no longer allowed to judge anyone’s clothes in Al-Haitham’s presence.

Kaveh: What are you even wearing?

Al-Haitham: (immediately chooses violence) When you can afford to buy yourself some fashion sense, you can ask me that question.

Kaveh: I-

Al-Haitham: You think I don’t notice that 85% of your wardrobe is from flea shops?

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Sometimes, Kaveh doesn’t even process he’s rooming with someone.

Kaveh: For the last time, you were supposed to do the dishes this week!

Al-Haitham: I was gone.

Kaveh: For a week? Seriously? So if I ask everyone around, they’ll be able to corroborate your statement?

Al-Haitham: I can just do them right now. Besides, it’s not my fault that you eat enough for three men every time you actually make it to the dining room before passing out.

Kaveh: For the last time, I had a deadline-

Al-Haitham: That was self-imposed for the reason of not wanting to take a single break and chance losing your train of thought. You didn’t even notice I was gone.

Kaveh: . . .

Al-Haitham: Nothing else to say about that?

Kaveh: You are truly insufferable.

Al-Haitham: So everyone says. I will do the dishes and the leftovers are in the coldbox.

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Al-Haitham doesn’t even have to acknowledge Kaveh’s presence and that’s enough to piss him off.

Kaveh: Al-Haitham, I swear to the Archons are you even listening to me?!? I’m trying to talk to you-

Al-Haitham: (turned on the noise-cancelling headphones, reading a book in peace)

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Whenever Al-Haitham has to put his book down, shit’s going down or someone is getting violated severely.

Kaveh: You know what, you’re probably not even reading anything all that substantial, are you? It’s just shitty pulp fiction, isn’t it?

Al-Haitham: (snaps his book shut, actually irritated)

Kaveh: Hah! So it is-

Al-Haitham: (dead-pans, menacingly) This is why you are always broke and scrambling for commissions. No one wants to deal with you, talk to you, or want anything to do with you. You are a goddamn hazard to society and it’s about time that people started to know about it. You tactless piece of shit.

Kaveh: . . . so it’s not pulp fiction?

Al-Haitham: (opens up the book again) If Celestia doesn’t strike you down, I might.

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There’s no way Al-Haitham is going to evict Kaveh because it would mean that Kaveh won and Kaveh knows this.

Al-Haitham: You could always leave if you don’t like it.

Kaveh: And there you go again, threatening to cast me into the streets like you usually do-

Al-Haitham: You can literally leave when you want to. There’s nothing stopping you.

Kaveh: Don’t you ever get tired of repeating yourself? Fontaine didn’t need to bother with making a repeating record when I already have my own right here.

Al-Haitham: Technically, it’s not yours because it’s me. And I didn’t repeat myself.

Kaveh: Shush, record. Change yourself into something more catchy.

Al-Haitham: Why did I ever let you room with me?

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Al-Haitham Is (Not) Funny.

Kaveh: I don’t know why the audience thinks it’s funny when my inventions break on stage. I’m not even trying for a comedic act!

Al-Haitham: I believe there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for that.

Kaveh: And what would that be?

Al-Haitham: In the beginning, Celestia ordianed that broke people should never laugh, so perhaps you just can’t find it that funny until you actually have some mora.

Kaveh: I will never ask you anything again.

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Kaveh Is (Not) A Fool

Al-Haitham: This is genuinely what happened.

Kaveh: No it’s not.

Al-Haitham: Why not?

Kaveh: Because it came from you.

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And they were roommates!

So I just go to Kaveh's introduction in the quest. And I absolutely love them even more.

And you know what.

I love that Al Haitham is just absolutely honest, and Kaveh Just does not believe him. It's such a funny dynamic. And I really want Kaveh to have like three lines two complaining about Al Haitham and one admitting that he's actually not that bad. Then Al Haitham has one like about Kaveh that's just.

"He's annoying but alright."

Because that's their dynamic. And it's great

#al haitham #al haitham genshin #al haitham headcanons #kaveh genshin #kaveh

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dopaminegyro · 4 months

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came up wih this fun thing i like to call coldboxing you close all the doors and open your window all the way when its 40 degrees or less outside and see how much you can bundle up over time until the cold is too much or until its bed time

#dpg txt

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raccoonfallsharder · 6 months

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i was gonna finally draft one of the last window chapters today and instead i wrote a whole separate (short) smutty oneshot so uh. i dunno might post later this week? maybe ill post it the day after the domestic scenes/sweatshirt girl oneshot to appease the folks who were hoping for more smuttiness

an excerpt from

adorations 𖥔 ݁˖⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Later that cycle, he’d passed you while you’d been leaned against a bulwark on the portside deck of the Benatar, staring out at the stars pensively. Thinking. You’d passed him a small, uncertain smile, but you hadn’t said anything and you’d fastened your eyes back to the window — nervous now, he’d been able to tell. Why wouldn't you be? He’d taken to returning every comment you’d made in his direction with a sharp, barbed little stab of his own.

Rocket had continued on his trek toward the flightdeck, pausing in the kitchen. Hesitating. Then he’d huffed a breath and snatched an impulsive one of those sweet Xandaran cream-liquor drinks you like from the coldbox, and a blubber ale for himself. He’d handed you your glass bottle casually — wordlessly — not bothering to look up while he’d leaned against the opposite bulwark and crossed his legs at the ankles. Afraid to, if he was being honest. Then he’d cracked open his own bottle and watched the galaxies and nebulae spiral by.

He’d felt you staring at him, wide-eyed by the sudden shift in behavior. He’d felt you soften then, too.

Thank you, you’d murmured. That’s kind of you.

You’d said it like you’d believed it, too.

Yeah, with every passing interaction, he’d been increasingly certain he’d been a dick to you for no frickin’ reason at all.

#sneak peek #adorations #rfh fanfic #rocket raccoon fanfiction #anthology oneshot

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the-iron-orchid · 1 year

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Apprenticember, Day 13

Can they cook? What’s their favorite meal?

Jinana is a decent cook when it comes to savories, especially rice dishes like pilau and biryani. S/he almost always has a store of rice, poha, lentils, dried fruits, dried mushrooms, and pots of ghee on-hand. Hir favorite dish is cashew pilau, bright yellow with turmeric and studded with sultanas and dried apricots.

S/he is capable of making basic flatbreads, but is otherwise tragically poor at baking - it requires too much measuring, and s/he doesn't have the patience to heat the oven properly, tending to burn things. Fortunately, s/he can get baked goods from Selasi (and Heron and Mazelinka). S/he becomes quite fond of Mazelinka's black bread, especially when served with solyanka!

Jinana's kitchen does have one very unusual feature - a magical coldbox built for hir by Heron, a small cabinet with a capacity of about two cubic feet. S/he goes out to the Market twice a week or so to get fresh produce, curd, and small amounts of meat or fish, which s/he then keeps in the coldbox until use. This is supplemented with vegetables and herbs from Heron's rooftop garden, and the foraged foods Asra often brings back.

Heron and Asra also regularly bring hir spices from their travels, keeping hir well-stocked. S/he grinds them hirself and has developed hir own recipes for garam, biryani and chai masalas, suited to hir tastes.

#those two spoil hir tbh lol #especially Heron #Apprenticember #Jinana Aditya

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amdapori · 2 years

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FFXIVWrite2022 Prompt #5

Prompt #5 Last/Next Rules & Info

Title: A Quick Moment

Truly, in the worst time, her eyes had been bigger than her stomach. Visiting Sharlayan and helping during the Final Days was tiring work to be sure, and Alair had some horrible fatigue. The Last Stand had truly been the last bastion of hope for her, and she had plunked down a chunk of her gil and had said "Whatever this much will get me, please."

It had gotten her a hefty portion of food, and while food was needed to replenish aether and just feel happy from eating it, it was too much here. However, even in her initial "I can eat it all, right here and right now" that wasn't the case now. Not even half of it was gone! There was a coldbox in her lodgings, but would it even fit all of this...?

Well, she still had some things that didn't require to be cold for later, so perhaps to save on gil (and not spend as she had today) she would just bring everything with her to her work site, eat what she could, should she remember, and then whatever was left, eat it in the coming days.

It wasn't the worst way to cut corners in remembering to eat, or even buying meals, but it would work until her food supply left. Hopefully she wasn't questioned when she came by for her customary coffee in the morning...

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2022 #alair valaias

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tarjetasregalopersonalizadas · 2 months

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1. Installation: Cool refrigeration services in Ireland offer installation services for a wide range of refrigeration systems, including walk-in coolers, reach-in refrigerators, and ice machines. These services typically include the installation of the refrigeration unit, as well as any necessary piping, wiring, and insulation.

2. Maintenance: Regular maintenance is essential to ensure that refrigeration systems are operating efficiently and effectively. Cool refrigeration services in Ireland offer maintenance plans that include regular inspections, cleaning, and servicing of refrigeration systems to prevent breakdowns and prolong the life of the equipment.

3. Repairs: In the event of a breakdown, cool refrigeration services in Ireland offer repair services to quickly diagnose and fix the problem. These services may include repairing or replacing faulty components, recharging refrigerant, and restoring the system to full functionality.

4. Upgrades: As technology advances, older refrigeration systems may become outdated and less energy-efficient. Cool refrigeration services in Ireland offer upgrade services to replace older systems with newer, more efficient models, helping customers save money on energy costs and reduce their carbon footprint.

Top Cool Refrigeration Companies in Ireland

There are several cool refrigeration companies in Ireland that are known for their quality products and services. Some of the top companies include:

1. Coolers & Washrooms: Coolers & Washrooms is a leading provider of refrigeration and washroom solutions in Ireland. They offer a wide range of products, including walk-in coolers, reach-in refrigerators, and ice machines, as well as installation, maintenance, and repair services.

2. Cold Move: Cold Move is a specialist refrigeration transport company that offers a range of temperature-controlled transport solutions across Ireland and the UK. They provide reliable and efficient refrigerated transport services for a variety of industries, including food, pharmaceuticals, and retail.

3. Coldbox: Coldbox is a leading supplier of refrigeration and cold storage solutions in Ireland. They offer a range of products, including modular cold rooms, blast freezers, and refrigerated containers, as well as installation, maintenance, and repair services.

In conclusion, cool refrigeration services play a crucial role in Ireland, keeping food fresh, beverages chilled, and medical supplies safe. Whether you're a restaurant owner, a hotel manager, or a healthcare professional, reliable refrigeration services are essential to your operations. By choosing a reputable refrigeration company in Ireland, you can ensure that your refrigeration systems are installed, maintained, and repaired to the highest standards, keeping your products cool and your customers happy.

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