#a trifle of a post

[incorrect-riordanverse]

Nico: santa isn’t real

Hazel: this is why your ass keeps getting coal for christmas

Nico:

Hazel:

Nico: I KNOW ITS YOU DOING THAY-

#hes getting trifled #hazel acts shocked each time too #as if that isnt her #merry christler #riordanverse #incorrect riordanverse #rick riordan #hoo #heroes of olympus #nico di angelo #hazel levesque #almost forgot to post this on christmas. #ive had this in my drafts for months ! imagine i had to wait another year 💀💀

[ghoultrifle]

i think phantom would enjoy being in a microwave, a little enrichment time if you will

#just spinnin around #trifle rambles #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #shitghosting #this post was brought to you by me waiting for my dinner to heat up

[triflesandparsnips]

hey hey guess what it's time for

Update 4: Return of the (Soap) King

For those who haven't been following along, I've been having a nice time doing experimental archaeology and recreating cosmetics/household goods that are historically plausible for local idiot pirate Stede Bonnet to have had around.

Figure 1. Me, addressing my kitchen appliances.

So far we've had successful lip balm, yet-to-be-completed Oil of Lavender, the terrible tragedies that have so far befallen the pearl face cream, and, finally, the unending journey of the one household item actually mentioned on the dang show: the lavender soap (with updates 1-3 and several mini-updates).

Did this all secretly derive from my researching period-appropriate medical horror? Yes. Am I still going to write about it? Of course come on now I can't just keep that enema information to myself--

But TODAY IS NOT THAT DAY.

Figure 2. One very excited ship's surgeon who will unfortunately have to bide his fuckin time.

Nope, today we're on the next iteration of the lavender soap, because we're still at the "fuck around and find out" portion of this experimental process-- and so, behold:

Version 3.0 7 oz. dried soap 4 oz. ground orrisroot 1 oz. ground whole cloves 1 oz. ground benjamin 10 drops lavender essential oil oil of lavender, q.s. rosewater, q.s.

You may notice that I have, tragically, only added enough of anything lavenderish to allow myself the honesty of still calling this "lavender" soap -- as previously discussed, lavender essential oils (as we know them today) were not really a Thing, and the Oil of Lavender (...which is not an essential oil, but rather an infusion of lavender flowers and olive oil) is not quite ready for primetime scent vibes, so I genuinely don't think these are comparable to actually just grinding up and shoving in the dried flowers.

But for the sake of Science, I needed to find out if removing the flowers would help with the browning issue of previous versions, so-- out went the lavender. For now.

Figure 3. Oh no, I-- oh man, don't cry, I'm sorry, I'll put it back omg.

Other changes in this version are:

store-bought ground orrisroot (...listen, Thomas is but a wee lad, and not yet hearty enough to wreck regular orrisroot as hard as it needs);

store-bought ground benzoin (because it was cheaper to buy in bulk that the solid resin from the woo-woo shop);

increased the amount of orrisroot from 1 ounce to 4 ounces, in keeping with some other recipes, to try and bulk up the myristic acid content (i.e., the thing wot makes olive-oil based Nabulsi soap actually produce a bubbly lather)

I should at this point say that typically the scientific process recommends making only one change at a time when conducting Experiments, so that one may know what exactly affected a change in a positive, negative, or neutral manner.

Consider, however, that I have no patience. So fuck it, we ball.

Show us the soap, trifles

To get to the soap, you must first suffer through mortifying ordeal of process photos.

Figure 4. The ground orrisroot on my tiny digital scale (that actually measures grains, which itself is a holdover from apothecary measurements!)

Wait wait wait actually look at my tiny bullshit scale, I love it, look at its little one-gram calibration weight:

Figure 5. A baby.

Figures 6 and 7. An ounce of whole cloves (left) and the results of young Thomas's efforts thrown on top of the orrisroot and benjamin in the mortar (right).

I should note that rather than grinding the cloves in my granite mortar and pestle first, I put them straight into Thomas's maw-- I don't know if that led to how intensely clove-oily these grounds are, or the fact that the lavender flowers were not present to soak it up. Previously I got a grey-green powder out of grinding the both together, so this rich, wet clove-color did not bode well for my "can I stop this from being brown?" soap plans...

Figure 8. ...Or maybe it'll be fine? I added the dried soap, and now look at them all mixed together!

As a note, I had to actually use a whisk at this point rather than just rely on my pestle to do the work -- my mortar is Too Small for these shenanigans, and the four ounces' worth of orrisroot did not help matters. I won't say how much of this mix ended up outside the mortar and on my clothes, but it was... it was a non-zero amount.

Whatever, thought I. This is Science. This is me experiencing the divine art of creation across space-time with my alchemical forebears, and also this is why I should not be allowed in other people's kitchens.

Notably, the upped powder content meant that I had to add a lot more splashes of rosewater to get to a dough-y state where the soap could be hand-rolled, and I had to work significantly longer with the pestle-- while version 2.0 was, per my notes, about 8-10 minutes' worth of work, I would call this a solid 20 minutes at least of beating the ever-loving shit outta this mix until everything was incorporated.

And once it was, well--

Figure 9. Hello, brown.

As you can see, the soap mix does form up very nicely, though it still requires a spatula to clear the sides of the mortar and pestle.

At this point, remembering that the last time I hand-rolled wash balls my palms came away Very Brown, I donned some latex gloves before I commenced my rolling. However, because (and again, I cannot stress this enough) I lack patience, I threw in another change: rather than leaving them as balls, I squished them slightly between my palms to flatten them into slightly more traditional soap shapes.

Figure 10. Cookie dough or falafel: you decide.

A note regarding the scent: Whether it's the relative lack of the lavender, or the big bump to the orrisroot (or some magic alchemical combination of the two), the soaps, while still smelling strongly like spice cookies, now have an oddly-unfamiliar-but-fascinating scent profile, similar to what I found happened when I made the lip pomatum. There's no good reason why this should make me believe that I've come closer to a "real" recipe, but the feeling is there nonetheless -- and it's definitely interesting.

Finally, and because the flat sides of these soaps looked too innocent, too pure, I decided to try that octopus stamp again. For future reference, stamping immediately after making these? Not a great idea. The soap stuck to the stamp like a motherfucker, and so a lot of detail was lost. But regardless--

Figure 11. Spice cookie kraken soap cakes, holy shit.

And now, I actually do have to wait a few days before I can try them out, or they'll fall the fuck to pieces. Keep watch for mini-updates, though, as I check out how they dry and probably do more unfortunate stamp experiments on them.

#lavender soap #spice cookie kraken soap cakes #our flag means death #ofmd #history #stede bonnet #and his historically possible cosmetic collection #lotta ridiculous research #experimental archaeology #stede bonnet's theoretical library #stede bonnet's theoretical self-care extravagances #the historically inaccurate shop #trifles the amateur history enthusiast strikes again #funky little alchemist with funky little interests #eagle eyed viewers will see the SOAP OF NEROLI post-it sticking out of my process journal #THAT DAY IS COMING

[everybodyshusband]

hi hello what if aeon and aether could 'extract' good memories (not extract but like copy them) from the ghouls and then pile them into a piece of jewellery, a ring or a necklace. then whenever a ghoul is feeling down, they can wear the jewellery and touch it to feel those lovely memories once again. it doesn't fix them but it helps <3

you already know how much i ADORE this trifle but the world needs to see the work of your brilliantly clever brain too !!!

happy memory jewellery is just so AAAAAHHHHHHHH and i bet aeon and aether feel so warm and fuzzy inside whenever they see their packmates wearing the jewellery pieces they've made <33

#ask box #trifle <3 #husband rambles #nameless ghoul headcanons #THIS IS JUST SOOOOO #AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH #<3 #<- yes i know this is my own post but it's trifle's headcanon so i'm allowed to heart it sdjbfksdf

[grimbleshmubulous]

fuck monster high fans i hope yall get exactly one new doll and she has a double chin and belly rolls

#monster high fans actually incapable of not being weird about fat people its actually insane #cant let us have one doll that isnt rail thin #*shaking hand at the sky* curse you trifling ass skinny bitches!!! #text post

[k1ssmeinmydreams]

Someone: Self shipping is an anti-intellectual way to engage w/ media 🙁

Me:

#I saw a post and may b a trifle irked but yea #n e way.... #dreamkiss.txt

[ohello0]

I showed up to see my granny and when my aunt (homophobic) answered the door she asked me “are you gonna wear a mask forever?” And I said yes immediately.

The fact that she, a school teacher in contact with hundreds of children isn’t masking despite her immunocompromised mother developing a scary cough is throwing me. Like actually bitch when are YOU gonna START masking??

#like bitch you can’t be serious actually #you’re such a fucking weirdo #even if covid wasn’t an issue your mother is sick you trifling piece of plyboard #her antics almost starved the poor woman to death but she’s not ready for that convo #‘sugar and fat feeds the cancer’ says the mf taking medical advice from another covid denier quack #two dumb bitches looking at each other and saying ‘exactly!’ #[extremely loud incorrect buzzer] #the saving grace is the big windows all over the apartment being open #but i just #i cant even #granny posting #covid isn’t over #mask up #wear a mask

[eddapoetic]

- - foile pour un @lostsovl

England, Byrne Estate, in the aftermath of the Treaty of Paris, 1814

An amicable bustle of light conversation mingles with the early summer air, laying comfortably mild across an otherwise lukewarm soiree; It is a modest congregation of gentlefolk that has come to dawdle in the gardens of the good Captain's estate, ladies in arms and men of the states, men of war, gathered far and not so far at all to partake in the clandestine performance of aristocratic repertoire. To show face, so to speak, as contracturally obligated by their standing in light of recently wordly events which might merit such a perfectly muted display of tactful camraderie.

It's almost impressive how dutifully they perform the charade of civility, expressions downright cordial, regardless of which sir or dame might otherwise stand to be associated with whom amongst their neighbour at any other time of day--

Or night, at the risk of tempting indiscretion. But that is to digress. What stands to matter is that the neatly trimmed lawn is host to many fine people on this particular eve, milling about to the strum of vaguely convivial chords and partaking in the finest selection of quaint appetizers His Majesty the King's money could afford. What stands to matter is the arrangement of finely laid out tables, neatly framing the grassy borders at the far brickwall, offering their bounties of fruits and tarts and fruity tarts with, at their center, a truly impressive layered trifle.

What stands to matter is that that's the one she goes through, first.

A cacophany of shattered glass and ungraceful clatters heralds it. The aftermath of one sly figure's improvised fence vault rings a discordant note throughout the merry gathering she interrupts, affronted gasps and startled squeaks taking the attendants like a wave as their baffled gazes tear from each other to fall upon her character - and she must look quite the image indeed, gaudy in her swallowpaint tailcoat and dandelion undershirt, the distinguished rosy-pink pantalons a sight to catch the eye even before she'd bepeckled herself with the benobled's early-dinner desserts. And stunned as they be, she doesn't stop at simply thus.

She breaks into a dash across the lawn, swift, steady, footing hardly lost from the fall and weaving through the crowds with little but quick nudges and darts of 'Pardon Me's'. At the heel of her wake, two constables struggle to make it over the wall in pursuit, clumsy in their scrabble of alarmed shouts whilst a third appears further down the lane - having evidently opted to spare himself the dignity and go through the gates, instead. He sprints whilst his companions drop onto what remains of already turned over tables and tarts, attendants splitting aside from his beeline to allow him to catch, to reach--

His target, however, is not yet lost for diversions.

"Spare a hand, lass?" The swallowtailed interloper ducks, for lack of a better word, into the brace of a singled-out lady ahead, dark-haired, fair-figured and keen eyed all at a gaze; A flash, for a blink, strikes her of something poignat she can't quite put her tongue to, through she does not wait to find the words, nor does she wait for a response before her arm shoots around the woman's waist and her hand finds a clasp in hers. With a smile and a mischievous glint, she spins them both aback - letting go to twirl the other straight into the arms of the constable behind, who promptly stumbles in reach for propriety. That'd be her cue to leave.

"Much appreciated. Enchanté--!"

#❱❱❱ t: circus aevitas #lostsovl #thread foileun #// unreasonably hyped for this thread #me at 2am #reading about 1810s mens fashion #and regency trifles #long post

[upsyturvyy]

am i getting under your skin?

#I FINISHED THIS LIKE 3 MONTHS AGO AND NEVER POSTED IT HOW? #creature feature band #creature feature #curtis rx #erik x #planning on an animation for this eventually but we’ll see🤞 im working on one for one foot in the grave and it’s my first time animating #how to serve man fundamentally changed me in ways i dont think i could/should explain or describe #your disposition seems a trifle bland☺️🤗🫶

[satoruin]

noooo why is grayson hawthorn blond??? i wanted him to resemble dick grayson so bad

#[☾ ] lee stop posting challenge #i didn’t think i’d like inheritance games as much as i do but now i’m trifling through my sister’s books for the second one

[chewyjellycable]

CARAMEL TRIFLE WAS IN BAGUETTE'S INTRO AND NOBODY TOLD ME?????

A delivery cookie in the Time Registry Division... I wonder if they got a promotion since when we first saw them. They were previously seen in what's assumed to be in the Cookie Resources Division!! And since that division is tasked with helping new recruits learn everything about where they're going to be working, it makes sense for a newer recruit to wind up there.

It's probably not PURPOSEFUL background usage, but I'd like to think that it was.

This also may be a bit of a stretch, but Trifle's old clothes partly match the color scheme of the other employee who was new at that time, Coffee Candy Cookie (though Trifle has more of a reddish brown compared to Coffee Candy). They both have a lack of green that other employees tend to have SOMEWHERE on their clothes.

The only other exception of those who don't have any green on them at all would be String Gummy (an outlier from the future, though this could mean that Trifle was originally set to be learning from the Investigation Division, which... doesn't make sense), and maaaaybe the Office Clerk, but they still have green eyes so I'd say it counts.

#caramel trifle cookie #chewy post #cr #crob #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #tbd delivery cookie #coffee candy cookie #chewy lore

[maternalcube]

i um. fell.

#hello lord trifles minutiae #pointless post #da blogging

[ghoultrifle]

rain "packs his entire wardrobe plus his pillows and duvet" ghoul and dew "packs three pairs of underwear for a week long trip" ghoul

rain would absolutely pack for dew but he loves the way dew looks in his clothes too much to do it

#dew never worries hes going to shit himself thrice a day #this post made me realise the ghouls do not have surnames #WHERE ARE THE SURNAMES TOBIAS #trifle rambles #raindrop #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #shitghosting #ghoul hcs

[saintmachina]

through with being an apologist for my favorite characters now I simply love them without shame, war crimes and all 

#yes this is a house of the dragon post #but I think we put too much empahsis on justifying the actions of our faves in order to convince ourselves that we're moral for liking them #when in fact you can like someone or something in fiction for any number of reasons #none of which you have to justify to the general public #house of the dragon #hotd #thoughts #a power man never should have trifled with

[wimbleywombley]

If you think about it, Genshin’s world is like a chocolate, layered trifle.

HEAR ME OUT

The top layer represents the abyss, space, people don’t really know what it is but they deal with it because of what’s below it that they want, people probably wouldn’t enjoy a bowl of just the frothy whipped but not actually whipped cream layer

The middle layer is mainland teyvat, everyone is used to that, it’s expected to find sweet creamy chocolate there so nobody minds it, they wouldn’t complain if they got a bowl of pure middle layer

The bottom layer is Celestia, everyone wants a piece of that rich decadent smooth layer of crack coke in chocolate ganache form, absolutely no one would complain about a bowl of just that.

Now, obviously there’s variations to this, some people are perfectly content without any bottom layer (visions etc) some people really want some of the bottom layer (gnoses, power etc), some people really want the top layer and the top layer only (AHEM childe ahem) and then there’s the psychopaths who say “fuck the layers” and mix everything into a chaotic mess before eating it. This is Dottore. Change my mind.

#genshin impact #genshin theory #crack post #crack treated seriously #this is what happens when you don’t sleep for 3 days #you compare Genshin impact to fucking trifle

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

#i wont be trifled with you hype my sister up or i kill the hostages #the hostages being like... i guess my beardie's silkworms #still! #she's had a rough go of it and she deserves all the hype in the world #she's the only person whos ever actually hit someone for me #which if u knew my sister is completely out of character bc shes very shy and gentle #yes I'm making a lot of posts today #im procrastinating #and i feel like utter garbage