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buffetlicious · 4 months

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Sis tried her hands at Making Breads at home. The only thing I know of is she is using all purpose flour for the dough. Together with the block of cheese given free to me from NTUC supermarket and some crispy silver anchovy chilli paste, she rolled out the dough then proofed it for an hour.

The Spicy Cheesy Bread Rolls with oozing melted cheese looks decent enough but they are kind of tough and chewy. So she made another batch without the chilli paste the next day but they are still not good enough. Well, it is back to the drawing board to tweak the recipe.

#Bread Making #Homemade #Dough #Cheese #Sambal Chilli Paste #Ikan Bilis #Silver Anchovies #Spicy #Crispy #Baked #Bread Rolls #奶酪面包 #Snack #Food #Buffetlicious

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whitechara-daily · 5 months

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silver haired character otd

anzai chiyomi - girls und panzer

#silver haired character otd #otd #anzai chiyomi #girls und panzer #anchovy #girls und panzer anchovy

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petermorwood · 4 months

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Potato Crisps / Chips on Tasting History

So we've just watched Max's latest...

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...and I was grinning a bit because I posted about Dr Kitchiner's 1817 (non-US, definitely non-Saratoga) crisps / chips recipe a month ago.

That image was from an American edition of his book; I've found a pic from the original - NB that these slices are floured before frying.

For reference, here's a two-penny piece from about 1797; the coin would still be current 20 years later:

...and here's how thick the potatoes should be sliced. That's 4mm, which is 2mm less than "a quarter of an inch" (6.25mm).

The slices will get even thinner as their moisture evaporates during frying, and, given the nature of recipes, potatoes cooked this way are probably even older than 1817 and Kitchiner's is just the first appearance found so far in print.

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The first recipe for "Game Chips" (an accompaniment to grouse, pheasant etc.) appeared, per the Wikipedia link, in a 1903 book published by famous chef Auguste Escoffier (1846-1935):

"Chip potatoes - these are potatoes cut into thin slices; this is usually done with a special plane. (A mandoline.) They are put in cold water for 10 minutes; then drained, dried in a cloth and fried until very crunchy. They are served hot or cold and generally accompany game roasted in the English style."

However, per Escoffier's Wikipedia page, much of his work was based on that of Anton Carême (1783-1833), whose dates are squarely coincident with Dr Kitchiner's Potato Slices.

Given the amount of cookery to-and-fro between England and France after the Napoleonic wars were over, it's impossible to say who first came up with the idea of potato crisps.

The French loved dainties - "un petit quelquechose", a little something - which the English pronounced and dismissed as "kickshaws", something over-fussy yet insubstantial. Yet those same English also loved roasting things with their appropriate accompaniments.

(I'm writing this just over a week after Christmas, and have been well reminded that the phrase "Roast (turkey / goose / beef) With All The Trimmings" is still in common 21st-century use.)

If those roasted things were game birds, only those above a certain level in society would be eating them, so it's not unreasonable to assume a rich-person game bird would attract fussy, time-consuming rich-person trimmings like, okay, Game Chips.

One thing's for sure, Potato Crisps - and Game Chips too, so hard luck, Escoffier - are almost certainly older than even Tasting History could prove.

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BTW, they also existed at a time when "English Food Was Bland" is more fake history.

Sauces put out on the table in fancy bottles had fancy labels ("bottle tickets") showing what was in them, and the contents were often far from bland.

Quin sauce was anchovy-based, hot and pungent.

Harvey's was a spicy sauce similar to Worcestershire, ketchup was probably mushroom and also spicy; the other two need no elaboration.

AFAIK the two crescent-shaped ones in the next pics are deliberate imitations of an officer's rank-gorget.

Finally a generic Not-Bland label that would go on any number of modern bottles (antique silver, yours for £250)...

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And after all of the above, I could do Very Bad Things to a packet of Tayto Cheese 'n' Onion. A packet?

Why stop at a packet when A Pack takes less time to say?

After all, It Is Written that:

"Reading One Book Is Like Eating One Potato Crisp Chip."

And also that Nothing Exceeds Like Excess...

#food and drink #potato crisps #game chips #Tasting History with Max Miller #Diane Duane #Reading one book is like...#...like eating one potato chip #wise words maxims and apothegms #Youtube

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justmemethings · 1 year

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Disclaimer ! I'm not the original creator of these fill-up memes. I simply collected them from the search section / dash. The credit goes to the original source (which unfortunately I haven't been able to track down.

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gardigansandkarma · 5 months

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Travis Kelce Opens Up About Taylor Swift and What Comes Next

Wall Street Journal - Travis Kelce full article under the cut

A few months ago, he was merely football famous. Now Travis Kelce is ready to tell his story. ‘I’ve never dated anyone with that kind of aura about them.’

By J.R. Moehringer

WHEN TRAVIS KELCE was a young man, his college football coach pulled him aside one day and told him the secret of life: Everybody you meet in this world is either a fountain or a drain.

“I need fountains,” the coach growled at Kelce. “I don’t need f—ing drains. Travis, you’re f—ing draaaining me!”

The advice left a deep impression. (“Changed his life,” says one of Kelce’s closest friends.) Yes, Kelce thought—you’re either a giver of the basic wellsprings of life or a thirsty taker. He vowed to be the former. In a world of gutters, be a geyser.

You think about that story as Kelce drives you around his beloved Kansas City, home of his world-champion Chiefs, for whom he’s the star tight end and arguably the second-most popular player, after his best friend, quarterback Patrick Mahomes. You think about that story on a gorgeous autumn afternoon as Kelce gives you a personal tour of his decadelong history in this city, his singular journey from clueless rook to legend. (“I used to take this scenic route [to the stadium]—there’s just something about seeing the city you’re about to go represent….”)

A different sort of celebrity might be more guarded, might even chirp those big Rolls tires and speed away before someone throws their body across the luminous silver bonnet, but Kelce’s default emotion is this—exuberant extroversion. He likes people. Loves people. Never mind deciding not to be a drain. If people gush at him, he can’t help it, he gushes back.

Noting all this, you think how fame itself might be a kind of fountain. Some people moan about getting wet, others frolic like kids around a hydrant. You even wonder if this fountain-drain paradigm might be the skeleton key to Kelce, the Rosetta Stone for which half of America seems to be hunting right now.

Kelce was famous for several years, thanks to his Hall of Fame résumé, his symbiotic relationship with Mahomes, but that was just football famous. This year, after winning the Super Bowl, after hosting Saturday Night Live, after starring in all the commercials, Kelce became inescapable. And that was before—you know.

People have begun to ask in all earnestness why they can’t turn on their TV anymore without seeing Kelce’s sculpted mug. They wonder, not with snark, but in all sincerity: Who the frick is this guy? And where did he come from?

You have a TV. You wonder too. So you decide to join the search for answers. One weekend, in the thick of football season, you get on a plane to Kansas City.

BUT FIRST. Back up. Like that knucklehead who threw it into reverse, go back. Before you can take the Travis Michael Kelce Guided Tour, you need to watch him cry.

Kelce tries to play it off. He launches a sentence, stops. He launches another, again aborts. He paws his eyes with his giant hands and looks to be on the verge of losing it, because if Kelce loves people, what he really loves is his people.

This whole display takes place on a Monday afternoon at a Kansas City steakhouse, where you and Kelce are having an early dinner. Like, retirement-community early. He’s in recovery mode, healing from dozens of violent collisions sustained during the previous day’s win over division rival Los Angeles, and food is medicine. He can intuit when he’s hit the caloric sweet spot necessary to mend or maintain his 6-foot-5, 260-pound frame (roughly 4,000), and he’s not there yet. So he orders the dry-aged filet rubbed with coffee, Caesar salad (hold the anchovies), a side of “triple-cooked” fries and a glass of water.

After a long pause, and several Lamaze breaths, Kelce collects himself, apologizes. Can’t help it, he says; those folks who always have his back, who call him by the ancient secret nicknames (Big Yeti, El Travedor, Killatrav, Michael, etc.)—they’re everything. He doesn’t think of them as his entourage; he thinks of them as family, an extension of “Mama Kelce” and “Poppa Kelce” and older brother Jason, the starting center for the Philadelphia Eagles.

Patrick Bacon, a friend since first grade, says Kelce’s go-to method of winding down after a hard game or long day is to sit with this “core group” around his kitchen island and chop it up. Talk, that’s what nourishes Kelce, not videogames, not bottle service at some club.

“He loves to talk about the old days,” Bacon says. But it has to be with people from the old days. People who know that Kelce will sometimes dismiss a bad or subpar thing as “buns.” People who know that one of Kelce’s favorite desserts is French toast dripping with whipped cream and syrup. People who know that, growing up, he played every sport in Cleveland Heights, Ohio, and also know the difference between Cleveland Heights and Cleveland proper. You want to break into the Kelce core group? You better have a phone number that starts with 216.

And yet, you wonder how well his friends really know him, how well he lets anyone know him, because to a person they all say Trav lives in the moment, Trav never thinks about tomorrow, Trav never worries about retirement, despite recently turning 34, making him a Gollum in the NFL, whereas Kelce confesses that he thinks about it nonstop, “more than anyone could ever imagine.” In the same spirit, perhaps, he keeps his own counsel about his round-the-clock physical anguish. “That’s the only thing I’ve never really been open about,” he says, “the discomfort. The pain. The lingering injuries—the 10 surgeries I’ve had that I still feel every single surgery to this day.”

Kansas City’s longtime tight ends coach, Tom Melvin, says Kelce undersells the pain because the alternative is not playing, and the man will not miss games. “He has phenomenal pain tolerance. He’s played through things that other athletes I’ve coached through the years have not been able to push through. Mentally tough—way off the charts.”

Kelce’s trainer and physical therapist, Alex Skacel, says there’s not a single day, in season, when Kelce stretches out on the training table and doesn’t have some gruesome bruise. What few realize, however, is the insane number of scratches. Guys claw each other out there, Skacel says; it can leave Kelce’s epidermis striated with crimson. To bounce back after such abuse requires more than basic therapy. Kelce and Skacel use a battery of esoteric treatments, from cupping to dry needling to occlusion therapy: essentially tying off a limb with a tourniquet while Kelce works out. Kelce also adheres to a pregame regimen of anti-inflammatories, which he doesn’t like to discuss because they “have a history of affecting people’s insides.”

“There were definitely people she knew that knew who I was, in her corner [who said], ‘Yo! Did you know he was coming?'” Kelce says about how he initially found his way into Taylor Swift’s orbit. “I had someone playing Cupid.” Loewe coat, $4,990, Loewe.com.

IF KELCE BROODS on life without football, one reason is that he had an excruciating sneak preview. A redshirt sophomore at Cincinnati, he got booted off the team for smoking pot. In a blink, he lost everything—his purpose, his meaning. “It was like my life was over.”

He also lost his scholarship. He had to get a job. The best one he could find was at a telemarketing firm, doing healthcare surveys. “Eye-opening,” he says, bowing his head.

Cold-calling people in southern Ohio, northern Kentucky, eastern Indiana, asking what they thought of Obamacare, taught him a lot. (“Uh, sir, I ran out of the comment box, I can’t write anymore, we gotta kind of keep this moving.”) Above all it taught him that he didn’t want to ever do that again.

He probably won’t have to. He’s got options. Sometimes he sees himself in a broadcasting booth. Sometimes his manager talks about action flicks. (Maybe a Marvel movie? Kelce’s already built like Wolverine.) You also get the sense that Kelce toys with notions of doing some form of comedy. He haunts clubs, lives for open-mic nights, and he’s gotten to be friendly with several rising stand-ups.

At the moment, of course, the only thing millions of people want to know about Kelce’s future is whether or not it will include Taylor Swift. And the second thing they’re dying to know is how he and she got together in the first place.

Did he sit in a dark room and say Jumanji three times? He laughs. “I don’t know if I want to get into all of it,” he says, and then he gets into it, because fountain.

It all started when he tried to meet Swift at her Arrowhead concert in July and got blocked, presumably by security. He then recounted the experience in a charming way on the podcast he does with Jason. Soon after, he says, he received an unbidden assist from inside Team Swift.

“There were definitely people she knew that knew who I was, in her corner [who said]: Yo! Did you know he was coming? I had somebody playing Cupid.” He wasn’t aware at the time, however; the revelation only came later, after he looked down at his phone and got the shock of a lifetime. “She told me exactly what was going on and how I got lucky enough to get her to reach out.”

He lets slip that some of his early helpers were part of the Swift family tree. “She’ll probably hate me for saying this, but…when she came to Arrowhead, they gave her the big locker room as a dressing room, and her little cousins were taking pictures…in front of my locker.”

Understandably, he’s not handing out details about the first date, though he will say that he managed to not be nervous. “When I met her in New York, we had already kind of been talking, so I knew we could have a nice dinner and, like, a conversation, and what goes from there will go from there.”

If anyone was nervous, he adds, it was his core group. “Everybody around me telling me: Don’t f— this up! And me sitting here saying: Yeah—got it.”

Likewise, his mother. Donna Kelce still berates herself for how she handled a question about Taylor on the Today show. Trying not to sound too enthusiastic, she came off underwhelmed. Kelce, not wanting his mom to feel bad, immediately phoned her and assured her that she did a super job—adding that her green eyeglasses looked great.

These days, however, with the relationship progressing, Donna feels more at liberty. “I can tell you this,” she says, beaming. “He’s happier than I’ve seen him in a long time…. God bless him, he shot for the stars!”

Kelce seems freer, too. He doesn’t need to be asked about Taylor; he mentions her unreservedly, lavishes praise on her, calls her “hilarious,” “a genius,” notes that they share compatible worldviews, especially when it comes to family and work. “Everybody knows I’m a family guy,” he says. “Her team is her family. Her family does a lot of stuff in terms of the tour, the marketing, being around, so I think she has a lot of those values as well, which is right up my alley.”

One of Kelce’s friends describes a sweet, magical moment, a late-night gathering around Kelce’s firepit. Kelce and Swift looked like two “peas in a pod,” the friend says, and at one point they even burst into a memorable duet of—“Teenage Dirtbag”?

This must be fake

My lips start to shake

How does she know who I am?

Kelce squints into the distance: He’s not sure they were singing…Wheatus. But he allows that his memory might be compromised.

LONG BEFORE MEETING SWIFT, Kelce was just another Swiftie. In some ways he still is. He explains the concept of her concert—“She does it in eras”—as if you live in a yurt in Outer Mongolia. Then he eagerly informs you that the night he attended, he was counting the minutes until she got to 1989. (Both he and Swift were born in 1989.) “ ‘Blank Space’ was one I wanted to hear live for sure. I could make a bad guy good for the weekend. That’s a helluva line!”

More often than not, he says, it was a Swiftian beat, a melody that captivated him. (“She writes catchy jingles.”) But lately he’s all about those lyrics; he’s scrutinized the breakup stuff. What a miracle, he says, the way Swift can turn life into poetry. “I’ve never been a man of words. Being around her, seeing how smart Taylor is, has been f—ing mind-blowing. I’m learning every day.”

Something he might need to learn from Swift: how to handle the attention. Kelce lives in a quiet neighborhood north of downtown—leafy trees, trim lawns, no gates. There’s now a clutch of desperate-looking dudes with cameras stationed on his sidewalk 24/7. He’s followed everywhere, drones buzzing overhead—it’s stressful, more than he lets on, according to one confidante.

“Obviously I’ve never dated anyone with that kind of aura about them…. I’ve never dealt with it,” Kelce says. “But at the same time, I’m not running away from any of it…. The scrutiny she gets, how much she has a magnifying glass on her, every single day, paparazzi outside her house, outside every restaurant she goes to, after every flight she gets off, and she’s just living, enjoying life. When she acts like that I better not be the one acting all strange.”

Asked if he has anything to teach Swift, he looks shy. He can’t think of anything offhand.

Football?

Sure, he says, sounding unsure.

Of course, the thing she probably wants to learn about most is him. While talking to Kelce you realize all at once that the most avid participant in the national scavenger hunt for clues about his character is likely Swift herself. To that end, Donna says that anyone wishing to understand her younger son would do well to start with her older. Travis “could never quite catch up” to Jason, she says. “He was always just second, just searching to be the best, and never quite getting there.” (The only way in which the two brothers were full equals was appetite. As boys, Donna says, “they would sit down and eat whole chickens.”)

Others say the key to Travis is simpler than that. He’s basically still the kid who filled his Dad’s shampoo bottle with hand cream. “He just lives his life with so much joy,” Jason says. “He’s always kind of surrounding himself with people who are funny, who have a zest for life; it’s one of the things that defines him.”

Jason recalls many nights in the Kelce family room, the two brothers and mom eating in front of some comedy. “We had one of those coffee tables that the top would lift up and meet you at your face if you were eating,” he says, guffawing.

Indeed, Kelce has warned Swift that she’s going to have to reckon with this part of his personality. Adam Sandler, Chris Farley, Will Ferrell—they will all be a part of the relationship. “I told Taylor that I have that world, I’ve got to introduce it to her. I let her know: This is my jam right here.” (Kelce does an uncanny imitation of Farley’s dorky baritone, and the ringtone on his phone is Farley primal screaming: For the love of GOD!)

If the past is any prelude, this will register like an 8.0 earthquake among Swifties. Their queen—screening Tommy Boy? Every new factoid, every new piece of the puzzle, gets eagerly cataloged, investigated, celebrated, especially on “SwiftTok,” a fervent virtual community, according to Brian Donovan, a professor at the University of Kansas who teaches a seminar called The Sociology of Taylor Swift.

Donovan says several of his class discussions this semester have been given over to No. 87. Swifties make no apology for delving into her relationships, just as Shakespeare scholars like to contemplate the subject of the sonnets. But the deep “vetting” of Kelce, Donovan adds, goes well beyond fans. “I think there’s a public fascination, because it seems like a pure unalloyed moment of joy in the wider context of global wars, deepening political polarization, dysfunction in Congress, an ongoing health crisis. There’s a lot of bad news out there, and this is a common story that everybody knows about and can talk about. I don’t think we’ve had that in American culture for a long time.”

NOW GET IN THE CAR. Now you’re ready for the Rolls. Or are you? Gawking at the ceiling, you ask, Are those stars?

Yes, Kelce says.

You stare in disbelief. Embedded in a leather firmament are scores, no, hundreds—many hundreds—of twinkling lights, a fiber-optic galaxy meant to resemble the larger galaxy in which we’re all floating. For the sake of verisimilitude, the Rolls even produces a shooting star now and then. There was one, just a second ago, Kelce says. “Make a wish. Dreams come true.”

He guns the engine and steers toward downtown. The Rolls doesn’t drive so much as waft you around Kansas City. The ride is so cush, it almost makes sense, for a moment or two, that the car is worth more than many of the buildings you pass. (A Rolls Ghost, before customizing, goes for nearly half a million dollars.) All of which makes it that much more startling, as you come to the heart of downtown, when Kelce points out his first-ever apartment and shows you the alley door where he’d sneak in and out when he was late on the rent.

What?

He’s not ducking landlords these days. Still, he’s grossly underpaid. His $14 million salary, though near the top among tight ends, is half what the league’s star receivers make, and Kelce often functions as a receiver.

Nothing to be done, he says flatly. The Chiefs know, he says, that he would play for free. They know he loves his city, his quarterback. “Unfortunately, in this business, things gotta get ugly, they gotta get unpleasant [if you want more money], and I’m a pleasant son of a buck.”

Thank goodness for endorsements. At this point, says his co-manager Aaron Eanes, “the NFL is just his side hustle.”

Eanes and his brother, Andre, handle much of Kelce’s business life, from investments to marketing, and it was they who widened his investment portfolio, putting him into a tequila company, an energy drink and a chain of car washes. They also steered him into lucrative endorsements, like Bud Light and the Covid vaccine, for which he caught much grief from Aaron Rodgers. The Jets quarterback, out since game one of the season with a torn Achilles, belittled Kelce as a Pfizer shill during one of his Tuesday appearances on The Pat McAfee Show.

Kelce took the high road then. He’s staying on it now. “Aaron’s always been cool to me,” he says. “I knew he was trying to have some fun. He’s in a situation where Tuesdays are his game days…. So I get it, man, I’ve been injured too…. Who knows what the guy is going through?”

Mary Esselman, Operation Breakthrough’s CEO, says that whenever Kelce visits, he doesn’t bring media and he doesn’t leave until the last kid has felt seen and appreciated. Not long ago, she adds, Kelce sponsored a football camp. Afterward, Esselman asked the children to name the highlight of the experience.

One told her: “He remembered my name.”

Kelce drives you past a jazz club he likes, a coffee place he used to frequent. Just recently, he concedes, he could go to a Starbucks in Manhattan without anyone looking twice. Those days seem over. Minutes later, he’s steering past a small airport, where Swift’s plane is often prominently parked these days.

Is it there now, gleaming in the moonlight? The Kelce eras tour is coming to a close. Left unsaid, but palpable: She’s at the house, waiting.

The Rolls pulls off the highway, up the hill to your hotel. You thank him for taking so much time, for answering all your questions. As you step out of the Rolls, you turn, ask him one more.

You ask him if you’re going crazy, or did he really say that thing when you first got in the car? Did he really point to a shooting star in the ceiling of his Rolls-Royce and say, “Make a wish. Dreams come true”?

He cracks up.

He did. He said it.

He’s not running from it.

What’s more, it might just be true.

“How do you think I manifest it all?”

#travis kelce #taylor swift #wall street journal #interview

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ivory--raven · 2 months

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Day 19. Dagon has a good day. There is an eel. Michael appears to fishermen.

Dagon’s in an ocean somewhere. It doesn’t particularly matter where, and she isn’t sure, she’d just chosen somewhere and found them: humans. Human fishermen. They’ll regret coming out today. She’s menacing them, taking the form of a horrible creature and vanishing into the waves every time they look around. They can’t catch any fish, and she’s filling them with a horrible sense of unease, and they’re not sure why.

Dagon cackles.

Then there’s light and that annoying sound angels make when they want to be grand and glorious. “Killjoys,” Dagon mutters, hiding under the water again.

There is only one angel and it’s her. It’s Michael. She’s stunning. Dagon watches, transfixed, drawn to her like prey to a deep sea anglerfish’s lure. Not prey. She thinks about fusing, letting her carry her everywhere. She could live like that. Maybe, she thinks, she understands why anglerfish do it, for a reason other than they were designed that way.

But no. She won’t. She can’t, anyway. They aren’t anglerfish. Michael is an angel, Dagon is a demon. Having spoken before doesn’t mean anything.

Michael speaks to the fishermen, and they are stunned and awed, as well they should be, puny mortals getting to look at her. They don’t deserve to keep their eyes after this. They don’t deserve to keep their heads attached to their shoulders. Michael lets them go, sends them off, and they are fine.

“Come out,” Michael says then.

Dagon, now less a horrible creature, pokes her head above the surface. Her shiny blue-green-silver scales flash in the angelic light above the murky water. Now she’s not keeping them away fish appear, nuzzling at her hands. They trust her. Nobody trusts her.

“You,” says Michael.

“Hello again,” says Dagon.

“I should smite you,” says Michael, and summons a spear. “Leave the humans alone.”

Dagon makes a show of looking around and seeing no humans, the fishermen having left very quickly with Michael’s help. “Is that a new spear? It looks nice.”

Michael falters. “It - it is.”

Dagon hasn’t been smitten yet. “Aren’t you going to thank me?” she teases. “For the compliment?”

“Demons don’t compliment angels,” Michael says.

“Of course not,” says Dagon. “Silly me. I’m terribly sorry, O Archangel Michael, Defender, knower of demons-”

“Did you-”

“I looked you up,” Dagon says. “Knew I recognised you.”

Michael looks briefly proud, then not, as if remembering her company. “You have a lot of fish there with you.”

“I do,” says Dagon, and looking around her Michael is right. She is utterly surrounded by fish of all sizes, tiny ones to big ones, even a few Porbeagle sharks, bluefin tuna, and a basking shark. They crowd around her, brushing against her. It’s a wonder they aren’t eating each other. She kisses a smaller Porbeagle shark on the snout. “Lovely things, aren’t they?”

“I’d never thought about it,” Michael admits.

Dagon spins in the water. “Come on down then, say hello. Unless you’re too high and mighty for the wonders of Creation?”

Michael shifts, then hovers down to skim the surface. She’s been challenged. Dagon grins at her.

“Here, look. This little guy’s an anchovy.” Dagon holds him up, safely encapsulated in a bubble of saltwater, and he sits complacent in her hands.

Michael inspects him like she’s never seen a fish before. Maybe the Archangel Michael really is too important to bother with ordinary fish. “Very shiny scales. I like that.”

He does shine. He’s blue and green and silver and his stripe is gorgeous. She tells him so, releases him back to the sea, where he nips around her elbows. He’s happy. She’s made him happy. She’s smiling at him when she remembers Michael. “So. You’ve never seen a fish before or…”

“I’ve seen fish before. I hadn’t looked.” Michael locks eyes with Dagon. “I have now.”

Then she disappears. Dagon has made the Archangel Michael look at a fish. What an achievement, she thinks, rolling her eyes. Nothing commendation-worthy.

An eel nudges against her, and she runs a finger along its side, sharing warmth. “Hello, you,” she tells it. Satan help her, she’s smiling again.

#femslash omens #femslashfeb2024 #angelfish #ineffable administrators #good omens

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darehearts · 3 months

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𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

italicize what your muse likes. bold what they love. strike what they hate.

Taste :

Touch :

Scent :

Sound :

Sight :

tagged by : @danversiism & @respondedinkind ! ( ty ! ) tagging : @ithring, @ripcvnningham, @rvndrkhlme & YOU !

#| ★ DASH GAMES #| ★ HEADCANON #| ★ QUEUE #this took a lot longer than i expected but...#it was fun!

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imsociallyanxiousgetoverit · 4 months

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List of all SDV and SDV:E (Stardew Valley: Expanded) Giftable Items

Horseradish

Daffodil

Leek

Dandelion

Parsnip

Cave Carrot

Coconut

Cactus

Banana

Sap

Large Egg

Egg

Milk

Large Milk

Green Bean

Cauliflower

Potato

Garlic

Kale

Rhubarb

Melon

Tomato

Morsel

Blueberry

Fiddlehead Fern

Hot Pepper

Wheat

Radish

Red Cabbage

Starfruit

Corn

Rice

Eggplant

Artichoke

Pumpkin

Bokchoy

Yam

Chanterelle

Cranberry

Holly

Beets

Ostrich Egg

Salmonberry

Amouranth

Pale Ale

Hops

Void Egg

Mayonnaise

Duck Mayonnaise

Void Mayonnaise

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Refined Quartz

Honey

Pickles

Jam

Beer

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Poppy

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Nautilus Shell

Coral

Summer Shell

Spice Berry

Sea Urchin

Grape

Spring Onion

Strawberry

Sweet Pea

Common Mushroom

Wild Plum

Hazelnut

Blackberry

Winter Root

Crystal Fruit

Snow Yam

Sweet Gem Berry

Crocus

Red Mushroom

Sunflower

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Cheese

Goat Cheese

Cloth

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Truffle Oil

Coffee Bean

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Large Goat Milk

Wool

Duck Egg

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Lucky Rabbit’s Foot

Aged Roe

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Mead

Tulip

Summer Spangle

Fairy Rose

Blue Jazz

Apple

Green Tea

Apricot

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Peach

Pomegranate

Cherry

Bug Meat

Hardwood

Maple Syrup

Oak Resin

Pine Tar

Slime

Bat Wing

Rusty Blade

Swirl Stone

Solar Essence

Void Essence

Void Pebble

Void Shard

Void Soul

Fiber

Battery

Dinosaur Mayonnaise

Roe

Squid Ink

Tea Leaves

Ginger

Taro Root

Pineapple

Mango

Cinder Shard

Magma Cap

Bone Fragment

Radioactive Ore

Radioactive Bar

Ancient Fiber

Bearberry

Conch

Dried Sand Dollar

Ferngill Primrose

Golden Ocean Flower

Goldenrod

Green Mushroom

Four-Leaf Clover

Monster Fruit

Monster Mushroom

Mushroom Colony

Poison Mushroom

Red Baneberry

Salal Berry

Slime Berry

Rafflesia

Sports Drink

Stamina Capsule

Thistle

Void Root

Winter Star Ross

Dewdrop Berry

Aged Blue Moon Wine

Blue Moon Wine

Aegis Elixir

Armor Elixir

Barbarian Elixir

Gravity Elixir

Haste Exilir

Hero Elixir

Lightning Elixir

Pufferfish

Anchovy

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Smallmouth Bass

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Walleye

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Catfish

Pike

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Herring

Eel

Octopus

Red Mullet

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Seacucumber

Super Seacucumber

Ghost Carp

White Algae

Stone Fish

Crimsonfish

Angler

Icepip

Lava Eel

Legend

Sandfish

Scorpion Carp

Flounder

Midnight Carp

Mutant Carp

Sturgeon

Tiger Trout

Bullhead

Tilapia

Chub

Dorado

Albacore

Shad

Lingcod

Halibut

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Periwinkle

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Woodskip

Glacierfish

Void Salmon

Slimejack

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Blobfish

Stingray

Lionfish

Blue Discus

Baby Lunaloo

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Dulse Seaweed

Frog

Gemfish

Goldenfish

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King Salmon

Kittyfish

Lunaloo

Meteor Carp

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Dwarf Scroll 1

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Anchor

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Ancient Drum

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Golden Relic

Strange Doll

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Prehistoric Tibia

Prehistoric Skull

Skeletal Hand

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Fried Egg

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Complete Breakfast

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Hashbrowns

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Salmon Dinner

Fish Taco

Crispy Bass

Pepper Poppers

Bread

Tom Kha Soup

Trout Soup

Chocolate Cake

Pink Cake

Rhubarb Pie

Spaghetti

Spicy Eel

Sashimi

Maki Roll

Tortilla

Red Plate

Eggplant Parmesan

Rice Pudding

Ice Cream

Bluberry Tart

Autumn’s Bounty

Pumpkin Soup

Super Meal

Cranberry Sauce

Stuffing

Farmer’s Lunch

Survival Burger

Dish’O’The Sea

Miner’s Treat

Roots Platter

Triple Shot Espresso

Seafoam Pudding

Algae Soup

Pale Broth

Plum Pudding

Artichoke Dip

Stir Fry

Roasted Hazelnuts

Pumpkin Pie

Radish Salad

Fruit Salad

Blackberry Cobbler

Cranberry Candy

Bruschetta

Coleslaw

Fiddlehead Risotto

Poppyseed Muffin

Chowder

Fish Stew

Escargot

Lobster Bisque

Maple Bar

Crab Cakes

Shrimp Cocktail

Ginger Ale

Banana Pudding

Mango Sticky Rice

Poi

Tropical Curry

Squid Ink Ravioli

Mushroom Berry Rice

Big Bark Burger

Flower Cookie

Frog Legs

Glazed Butterfish

Grampleton Orange Chicken

Mixed Berry Pie

Baked Berry Oatmeal

Void Delight

Void Salmon Sushi

#Mistakes have likely been made and I will not be fixing them so just reply to the post with any corrections #sdv #stardew #stardew valley #sdv:e #sdve #stardew expanded #stardew valley expanded #giftable items #sdv items #sdv gifts #sdv gifting #long post

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angelparadox · 3 months

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FIVE SENSES HEADCANONS

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tagged by: no one, but stole from @neverscored

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#( * i'm sure that your heart is in the right place // info. )#Kaz loves a lot more things than he dislikes or likes... lmao #he's a sunshine boy what can i say

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oseathepebble · 2 years

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Marc Ambrose's Profile

"Watch your mouth, I can dig up any of your secrets."

"A student that never seems to see eye to eye with their housewarden. Meticulous and secretive, they always seem to know something about everybody from info gained through social media or other means."

Introducing my Twisted Wonderland OC, Marc Ambrose! He's my twstsona and also has some inspiration from AUTO from WALL-E and Lethe (the river of forgetfulness)

The sections on Marc's background and notable relationships have Ch. 6 spoilers!

Close Up + More Info Below

Technical Information

Name: Marc Ambrose

Japanese: マルク・アンブローズ

Other Names: Monsieur Petit (Rook) Anchovy (Floyd) Rabid Racoon (Leona) Pebble (Ignihyde Members)

Meaning: His first name, Marc means "brave" or "virile" His family name, Ambrose means "immortal"

Voice Claim: Ayumu Murase

Biographical Information

Gender: Bigender

Marc experiences exactly two gender identities, either simultaneously or varying between the two (Male and Female)

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

He has no preference between men and women

Age: 18

Birthday: October 26

Starsign: Scorpio

Height: 148 cm (4'10)

Eye Color: Cocoa Brown

Hair Color: Wood Bark Brown

Homeland: Island of Woe

Family: Father, Mother

Professional Status

Dorm: Ignihyde Dorm

School Year: Third

Class: 3-B, Student No. 12

Occupation: Student

Club: Board Game Club

Though Idia is in the club, Marc still joined the club since no other club really interested them

Best Subject: Art

Due to one of Marc's hobbies being drawing, art became one of their best and favorite subjects

Fun Facts

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Pork Adobo

Pork Adobo is one of the foods he grew up eating, the taste comforts him

Least Favorite Food: Dill Pickles

He finds the taste of dill pickles to disgusting, though he finds other pickled vegetables to be better tasting

Dislikes: Disorganization

Marc hates it when their things aren't organized. But that doesn't mean color-coded or sorted by name, they have a place for everything. To some, their idea of organization may be different, but to him, it makes sense

Hobby: Drawing

They have many sketchbooks filled with drawings they do, as they find drawing to be calming and a nice way to pass time. They also do digital art when they have the time

Talent: Hacking

Marc is able to hack into other databases, other people's devices, and security systems with ease. Due to years of doing it, they're able to leave little to no trace when hacking

Appearance

Marc is a short person with beige skin, brown eyes, and wavy, chin-length brown hair that he ties into a ponytail with 2 chunks of hair in the front. Their nails are painted black and they wear glasses. Above their left eyebrow is a beauty mark, usually covered by their hair. They also have 2 ear piercings, one on their lobe and one on their helix. They typically wear a small silver stud on their lobe and a small silver hoop on their helix

He wears his school uniform with the blazer unbuttoned. His tie is tied into a bow. He pairs his uniform with black platform loafers which makes him 5'0 when wearing them

Personality

To others that don't know Marc personally, he appears to be shy and reserved. But really, he is a loud and chaotic person. He can become very angry and abrasive if the right things set him off. It's not a rare sight to see him get emotional over certain things. His more chaotic nature only comes out when he's with people he's comfortable with, online, or alone. Otherwise, he does get shy in public

Marc isn't one to make empty threats. Though he doesn't look very threatening, many have found out they aren't one to be messed with as he does follow through with his words. He also keeps many secrets from others, such as how he obtains information of others and some of his abilities

Though he is chaotic, Marc is still very detail-oriented when it comes to his work. Whether that be his programs, machines, or school work he has to make sure everything is right and perfect. He prefers to know all the details of assignments before proceeding with doing them

He's often regarded as the "Loudest Member of Ignihyde" due to how it's not uncommon to hear them yelling at games or such in their room and how he tends to socialize more than most members of the dorm

Skills and Magic

Info Gathering: Marc is very good at gathering information about his fellow students. He does this through hacking, social media, or by observing them in person. If given a name, he can find public and private information about them

Programming: He is a very skilled programmer for their age

Machine Creation and Maintenance: He knows how to create various machinery and perform maintenance on them. He's done maintenance on several magic wheels

Explosive Making: Marc knows how to make various types of explosives and has extensive knowledge of them. This includes fireworks

Fire Magic: Marc is very adept at fire magic. Most of the spells he's mastered are fire spells

Unique Magic

Marc's Unique Magic is "Flames of Remembrance" With it, he can remove any memory from a person's head

After the memory is removed, it manifests as a small, blue flame. If the flame goes out, the memory ceases to exist. But if kept in a jar, it can be maintained, and if so desired, returned to the person it's from. The flame doesn't burn things or produce heat, it is simply just a manifestation of the memory. The only things that can make the flame go out are if Marc blows on it or if it's left outside for too long (hence why it's kept in a jar for preservation)

To give the person back their memory, they have to be the one to blow out the flame. It is possible for Marc to give someone another person's memory. But it is something they don't do unless it gives them an advantage since they can't give themself other people's memories

Background

Marc was born in the Shaftlands, but a few months after they were born, their parents were offered a job at S.T.Y.X. by Idia's parents, who they were friends with. And so Marc grew up on the Island of Woe with Idia and Ortho

At a young age, Marc's parents expressed their expectations for him. They wanted them to maintain a proper appearance, excel in school to keep up their family name, and later on become a person fit for a job at S.T.Y.X. Marc tried so hard to meet their expectations but this led to burnout

The only fun they had was when they got to hang out with Idia and Ortho and play video games. Being around them and S.T.Y.X Laboratory in general, they picked up many talents and skills

After Ortho's death and Idia shut himself away from others, Marc was alone. So their parents sent them away to go to a middle school in the Shaftlands. After they came back from their first year of middle school, they were up to date on current trends and had a new love of social media. Idia didn't like this new Marc, the new difference in their personalities cause them to start fighting. They came to despise each other even though they had been friends ever since they were babies

Upon coming to NRC, Marc hoped to not be put in the same dorm as Idia. Though it still ended up that way, much to their dismay. They continued to bicker and despise each other

As the years went on and Marc made new friends, the divide between the two became greater. Marc had wanted to be the dorm leader but when Idia became it, he was angry. And what made him even angrier was that Idia refused to make Marc his Vice Dorm Leader. The two had the biggest fight they had that day

Marc tries their hardest to separate themself from Idia and their past together, but no matter what, it seems like they always end up being stuck with him. Whether that be through the fact they're in the same dorm, class, and club, or the fact Marc is destined to just become another employee of S.T.Y.X. that works under the Shrouds

Notable Relationships

Idia Shroud: Idia and Marc are childhood friends. They used to be very close but as time passed and the two grew older, they drifted apart. Conflicts started arising between the two of them. Now they refuse to acknowledge the fact they were once friends and often argue with each other. But despite their dislike of each other, the two are frequently seen near each other, which has led some members of Ignihyde to believe the two secrety liked each other

It was Idia who gave Marc the nickname "Pebble" It used to be used in an affectionate manner when the two were kids, but now it carries a negative connotation. The two do have certain moments where they get along, but it doesn't take long for them to go back to hating each other

Ortho Shroud: Ortho and Marc were close as kids. Since Marc is an only child, they often treated Ortho like he was their little brother. When Ortho died, Marc was as sad and distraught as Idia was. Though he has mostly moved on, Marc is sometimes reminded of the incident when he looks at robot Ortho. Despite Marc's hatred for Idia, he still loves Ortho and treats him nicely. Ortho tries to get him to make up with Idia, but so far his efforts have been in vain

Azul Ashengrotto: Marc finds Azul to be very interesting. He adores him and finds his nature to be cool. He's the reason why Marc is still in the Board Game Club. Azul is the one who urged Marc to "know their worth" and gave them the idea to start charging others for his info-gathering services. The two are extremely close and Marc often visits Octavinelle and the Mostro Lounge just for Azul

Over time Marc developed a crush on him. He had accidentally confessed to Azul but immediately used his UM on him to make him forget. Ever since that day, Marc has been working up the courage to properly confess to him

Cater Diamond: Cater and Marc met through Magicam in middle school. The two became online friends and were very close. They were ecstatic to discover they were both going to NRC. They often talk about social media and current trends together. They confide in each other about personal matters. Though they may give each other horrible advice, they both have each other's back and will do anything for the other

They both got piercing together to solidify their relationship as best friends. When they go to cafes, Cater orders sweets just to post and lets Marc eat them after. Sometimes they have sleepovers where they paint each other's nails and Marc tells Cater all the new info he's learned

Riddle Rosehearts: Riddle and Marc have found out they have a few things in common. Mostly the fact that they both have parents that expect a lot out of them. Riddle appreciates having someone to talk to about his home life to that understands what he's going through. Marc listens to all his troubles and gives him comfort when he needs it. He attempts to get Riddle to do more chaotic and spontaneous things with him

Marc has offered to talk to Riddle's mom for him and tell her everything that's wrong with her parenting style, but Riddle refused

Trivia

They carry a taser around with them

They know secret passageways throughout NRC and often use them to move undetected

They are partially blind in their right eye

They have two Magicam accounts, a personal account, and a drawing account

He once accidentally caused a mini explosion in the rooms of Ignihyde. He was forced to pay for the damage

He has bitten someone's fingers before

If the opportunity presents itself, Marc steals people's shoelaces

#I WANTED TO HAVE THIS DONE ON HIS BIRTHDAY BUT I FAILED #CRYING #BUT AT LEAST NOW THEY'RE DONE #marc ambrose #twisted wonderland #twst #ツイステッドワンダーランド #ツイステ #twst oc #twstsona #ignihyde oc

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benevolentgodloki · 5 hours

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𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

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stole it from @kissedbymischief

steal it from me

#some of the foods he's never tried but I answered if he did try them #loki aesthetic #five senses headcanons

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cxpperhead · 8 months

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TAGGED BY: Stole it from an old blog! TAGGING: @arkhmlcst, @belost-the-watcher, @defectivexfragmented, @faultbound, @goldenmedic, @smilingmxsk, @the-arkham-librarian, @themckaytriarchy and anybody else who'd like to do it?

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#🐍 || dashboard games #🐍 || memes #I forget how fun some of these memes are!#Just some likes and dislikes tbh simple stuff #Copperhead is very much a sun lover!#Which is problematic because we're now approaching Autumn/Fall lmao #I GOT A DAY OFF AT LAST #Still no word on time off but we'll see #Only a few chores tomorrow I'm fucked #Too much work

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biitchcakes · 2 months

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