#addison tea

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salloween day 4: secrets

#addison tea please and thank you! #i didnt do day 3 because i was Too tired #sally face #salloween23 #salloween #sally face fanart #addison tea #mr addison #my art

[brightgoat]

Click on duty

#deltarune #pink addison #noelle #susie #berdly #noelle x susie #clickon #deltarune fanart #click #tea #shipping #fanart #funny #art #arrt #deltarune chapter 2

[zarla-s]

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[patreon]

#deltarune #addisons #spamton #z art #assuming pink brews all teas #thus the branded cup #this took way longer to do than i expected #everyone loves blue~ #and blue likes everyone haha #it's fun to come up with tea flavors for people #it's a unique way to do a relationship map #hard to figure out how to decorate yellow's cup #we know so little about them...

[patchwork-crow-writes]

Transcendental Teatime Taste Test

(in which Kris has a new flavour tea for Ralsei to try)

You knock on the door a third time, parcel stowed inexpertly behind your shoulder cape. Could he have actually gone out somewhere? But he never went anywhere without you or Susie to accompany him... well, certainly not without You, at any rate.

But you needn't have worried, because a few moments later you hear the latch click and the door creaks open to reveal Ralsei. He is somewhat surprised to see you, but he is also unable to hide the joy in his expression.

'Oh, Kris!' he chirps. 'What... an unexpected surprise! To what do I, um, owe the pleasure of this visit...?'

You say nothing, taking a moment for the prince to stew in the awkward silence. Waiting for him to notice the strange way you're holding one arm behind your back.

It doesn't take him long to put two-and-two together, and his snow-white face darkens a deep red. His smile is shy as he asks you, 'D-do you have s-something back there for... for me, Kris...?'

You consider saying "no", just to see him sqirum a bit more... but you have something you want verifying, something a little more important than pulling petty pranks like that. And so with a flourish of your cape you reveal the neatly-wrapped box, presenting it to Ralsei as though it were a ceremonial weapon. Your theatrics do not go unnoticed... or unappreciated

'Ooh, Kris!' he exclaims, puffing himself up in an attempt to look as princely as possible. 'What gift is this you have brought? Surely a mysterious trinket from far-flung lands, the likes of which no darkner has ever laid eyes upon!'

The caprine boy giggles, somewhat mortified by his own earnestness. He takes the package from you, taking care not to crease the delicate multicoloured paper it's wrapped in. Almost at once his eyes widen, the aroma emanating from the box unmistakable to his quivering nostrils.

'Y-you brought me a... a new tea to try!' Ralsei's eyes sparkle like diamonds beneath his cola-bottle glasses, and he is visibly torn between shredding the packaging into ribbons right there and then, and throwing his arms around you to articulate his joy. 'Th-this is so... I've never... th-thank you so much, Kris!'

His unbridled excitement spooks you a bit, despite the fact that you had actually anticipated this reaction. You calm yourself, remembering that this is just the way that Ralsei is built. It would have been no different had Susie been the one to give it to him.

...well, mostly, you reason.

Perhaps sensing your slight discomfort, the prince composes himself a bit, though his face remains flushed with happiness. 'Ah, sorry about that... it's just I, um... don't really get gifts from anyone, so it... it really means...'

He looks like he's on the verge of tears, but a moment later he realises his error. 'O-oh, I'm sorry! W-we should give this tea a try, shouldn't we, Kris? I can't wait to try it out!'

Neither can you... but not, you suspect, for the same reason as him.

Ralsei ushers you into his room, urging you to sit at a small table laden with the most ornate crockery you have ever seen - even more ostentatious than your mom's Good China. You note the three places set around the table, and that two of the three chairs are already occupied by plush effigies of you and Susie. The stitching on them is well-worn, white stuffing poking through the loose lining. Ralsei gathers them up with one hand, mumbling an embarrassed apology, gesturing for you to sit where the Kris doll had once been.

'I'll j-just prepare the tea, so please, um... be patient a moment. Ok, Kris?' And with that, he zooms away, leaving you to your racing thoughts. The chair is a little small and digs into your back, despite the armour you always wear in the dark world.

Could there be any chance he'd figure it out before you had an opportunity to see his reaction? It didn't seem likely, considering how difficult it was to acquire this particular blend, but... well, Ralsei was pretty good at knowing about things he shouldn't.

Like your name, for instance.

Of course, there was that whole "prophecy" thing, wasn't there? It wasn't entirely unreasonable to suppose that both your and Susie's names were etched upon it somewhere - that was a pretty common thing to happen in prophecies, right? If the stories were anything to go by, anyway.

But you can't completely shake the crawling suspicion that somehow, he just Knows. That all this is a big game and he's just... playing along. Your heart - your actual heart and not the You that wasn't you - thumps an anxious beat against your ribcage. Your palms run clammy with sweat. But surely, there was nothing to worry about, was there? Ralsei was your friend, after all. He liked you.

Well, you'd find out in a moment, wouldn't you?

And then, almost as if on cue, the prince returns, carrying a large tray groaning with every type of cake you could possibly think of - rich red velvet cake, dense and moist carrot cake, fluffy and colourful angel food cake. In its centre sat a large and colourful teapot, its spout blowing a gentle tail of steam through the air behind him. You swallow, force a small smile, do your utmost to present as, and indeed to be, Normal.

'S-sorry that took so long!' he says, setting the tray down between the two of you. 'I, um, might have gotten a little carried away with the cakes, haha. But I figured you wouldn't mind! ...Err, hopefully.'

You shift your glance from Ralsei to the colossal pile of cakes in front of you. Many of them, you now see, are some variation of chocolate flavour. Your stomach rumbles, despite your unease. Perhaps you really were just overreacting. Gingerly, you take a fudgy brownie - it is studded with glossy milk, white and dark chocolate chunks that ooze slightly from the still-warm cake.

'Now how about we try this tea, Kris?' says Ralsei with a sweet smile, proffering the teapot to you. You nod, mouth full of gooey sweet brownie, and he pours out a small cup for you, before seeing to his own. The liquid is a deep dark caramel colour, but you also suspect you can glimpse the occasional flash of deep crimson as the light dances across its surface..

'Ohh, doesn't it smell heavenly?' he continues, lifting his china cup to his nose and inhaling the steam, before giving off a contented sigh. 'Give it a sniff, Kris!'

Curious, you copy Ralsei's gesture. The steam wafting from your cup hits the inside of your nostrils, and you are taken aback by how hot it feels. Once you acclimatise, however, you take a tentative sniff...

...it smells like nothing you have ever experienced before. An aroma that teeters on a fine line between rotten and sweet, like the faintest whiff of fermenting fruit, or of the manure spread over the fields in spring. Not entirely unpleasant... but not what you would call "appetising", either.

'...you know, Kris,' the prince says, peeking over the rim of his cup at you, 'I didn't really, um, have you down as enjoying this... sort of thing.'

You raise an eyebrow. Ralsei gives you a nervous chuckle, an endearing bleat-like noise.

'Well, I suppose I don't... I don't really... know you all that well, do I? F-for all I know, you could actually really like... this. Am... am I making any sense, or...?'

You don't respond right away. Thankfully, you aren't required to give an answer, because a moment later, You nod. His shoulders sag a little, and a small smile spreads across his face again.

'O-okay... that's good, haha,' he says. 'I... I was worried that you were just... just humouring me, I suppose. N-not that it would matter if you were, or are! It's nice just being here with you, Kris.'

A paw reaches out across the table, alabaster fur gently tickling your fingers. His smile widens, his eyes go soft... and then he seems to realise what he's doing, and sharply withdraws his hand, almost as though you'd burnt him. There's a slight stab of rejection close to your heart - it's not clear which of You the feeling originates from. Perhaps both.

'A-anyway-!' says Ralsei, tucking his offending paw into his robe and turning his face away slightly. 'Wh-wh-why don't we t-try some of this lovely tea you've brought for us? If it tastes anywhere near as g-good as it smells, then I think we might be in for a real treat...!'

You nod enthusiastically, grateful for a distraction from the awkwardness. You waste no time and take a long, slow sip from your teacup, bracing for something truly stomach-churning...

...but that's not what you taste. You were expecting something like spoilt milk, or toast so burnt it's unbearably bitter, but instead all you can identify is... chalk. Not awful, but not pleasant. It seems to coat your mouth and throat as you swallow, and you're reminded of the milk of magnesia your mother used to make you drink when you had an upset stomach.

You're almost disappointed at how bland it tastes. You were expecting something a bit more than this... whatever it is.

(HP + 10)

'Well?' asks Ralsei. 'H-how is it, Kris...?'

You make a show of thinking about it. Take another sip to add to the effect - strangely, the chalky flavour is starting to grow on you. You worry a little about what that implies.

'Yeah it's pretty good,' you're able to say; it's always a slight shock when You're permitted to speak. You wait a moment to see if more words are forthcoming, and when they are not, you gesture the prince to follow your example.

Finally. Now you'll be able to see which You he thinks he's talking to. Your breath catches a little in your throat as he raises the cup daintily to his lips, as the first drop of manna falls onto his tongue.

You wait as he takes a sip. And then another. And still another. With each gulp, he tips the cup further and further, until you wonder how he could possibly hold it like that without drenching himself with hot tea. And still he is not done. In fact, he fully upends the cup, draining it to its very last dregs.

'...oh,' the prince says, setting the china back down upon his saucer. You note the trancelike glaze in his eyes, the cogs whirring in his fluffy head as he struggles to quantify and comprehend what it is he has just experienced.

'Oh,' he says again, voice lower this time. 'Ohhh.'

You'd ask Ralsei if he was alright, if you were capable. But you don't need to. You know exactly what's happening. It's exactly as you'd always suspected.

'This... K-Kris, this is...!'

He is unable to finish the sentence before he is pouring himself a second serving of tea, china rattling as he picks it up and downs it all in one go. A third cup is poured, which joins the others in the pit of Ralsei's stomach. And you watch it all unfold, expression flat, inscrutable.

'...still can't...' the prince breathes, smacking his lips together. 'It's... it's like nothing I've ever tasted before...! The... the sweetest sugar would taste like bitter salt next to this... the richest cake, as bland as tofu! It's... the closest thing to... to heaven I've ever...!'

(HP + 451)

He is enraptured, seeming to forget you are there entirely. You can't even imagine how anything could possibly taste so good - not even your mother's posh chocolates could elicit that kind of a reaction from you. It's a little uncomfortable to watch, and not just because of the implications.

After a little while, however, he starts to come back to earth. Ralsei blinks, apparently mortified that you witnessed him losing control like that. He takes off his glasses to polish them, and you note that his eyes still have that slight faraway look to them.

'O-oh, I'm sorry, Kris,' he mumbles into his scarf. 'That was rather, err... unbecoming of me, wasn't it...? B-but that tea really was so... um, th-thank you for bringing it to me!'

Slowly, you nod. His gaze slides off of you, as if he is ashamed of what he had just done - yet still, he cannot seem to help looking pointedly at your half-full teacup. You pretend you don't notice, and he doesn't make anything of it. And so the minutes pass awkwardly by until it is time to go.

'Oh no, don't worry about that!' he says hurriedly as you offer to help tidy everything away. 'I've... e-everything's under control here! A-and I enjoy tidying up, anyway!'

As if to demonstrate his enthusiasm, he sweeps everything up onto the tray and hoists it into the air with both hands before you can object. As he whisks all the plates and cups back where they belong, you think you spot him surreptitiously sip from the cup you drank from - desperate for one final taste of godly manna. You wait patiently for him to finish, and then stand up to go, stowing away another delectable brownie for later.

Ralsei walks you to the door. 'It was lovely to see you again, Kris! And, um... thank you again for the wonderful gift.'

He seems to look through you as he says this. You'd seen that look before, but now it holds much more significance as you realise - Ralsei has literally been looking through you the entire time. Through to the You residing in your very SOUL. The You that no-one else could see.

As you say your goodbyes and leave the darkness behind, you start to wonder if this had been such a good idea. If maybe you should have just left things as they were. If maybe, it would have been easier - better, even - not to know about these things.

You might have at least been able yourself into thinking that any of it was for you in the first place.

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The alleyway was deserted when you arrived. No-one came this way unless they absolutely had to, and with good reason; a terrifying host of unearthly creatures made their home in this place - beings that could offer the curious and the credulous deals to attain their heart's desire. But all transactions were made at the purchaser's own risk.

The figure you were after resided at the very back of this hellish locale. As you passed by several dilapidated stalls, voices whispered to you, as insubstantial as cobwebs in the darkness, imploring you to browse the various goods and services they could provide. More than once, you were forced to turn down something referred to only as a "Single Sneaker" - a cursed trinket of unfathomable origin, no doubt.

A lone creature sat at a small table, upon which rested an item that looked very much like an ordinary household kettle. The demented runes scrawled underneath this shabby display told of its power: "FLAVORED TEAS MADE HERE".

The figure noticed you approach, springing to life like a motion-sensing anamatronic. Its angular nose and rictus grin unsettled you - though you couldn't quite understand why.

'Care for a sample?' the Addison spoke, its voice dry from lack of use. 'Teas specially made bespoke, tailored to YOUR unique flavour profile!'

You did not respond, but stopped directly in front of them.

'Just you today, Sir and/or Madam?' they laughed, nerves showing.

You swivelled your head from left to right, sweeping the alleyway for signs of anyone there aside from the two of you. It didn't hurt to be absolutely sure - you didn't want any more people knowing about this than was absolutely necessary.

Then, very slowly, you nod.

'Great! Then I'll just-'

The Addison had no time to continue their sentence, before you raised an arm into the air, clenching and unclenching your hand in preparation for what had to be done next.

Your screams were silent as you struggled against Yourself - a well-rehearsed mime show of internal pain and anguish. The darkner's eyes widened in mute terror, their smile frozen in place. They could not look away as you gripped hold of something lodged deep within yourself, yanking at it once, twice, thrice...

And with a sickening wrench, it came free: a heart-shaped object, the colour of blood, pulsed weakly in your hands. It was You. It was not you. Both and neither of these things were true at the same time.

You proffered the SOUL to the quivering Addison, gesturing with your free hand towards the kettle. Somehow, they understood what was required, and set to work brewing a tea. Satisfied, you returned the object back where it belonged, and waited patiently as if nothing interesting had happened.

The resulting liquid shimmered uncannily in the faint darklight, shivering as if possessing a life of its own. Wordlessly, the salesperson decanted the tea into a canister, wrapped it up in gift paper, and handed it to you with trembling fingers.

It felt lighter than you thought it would be. Almost insubstantial - as if it didn't have a physical presence. You spotted a small tag tied to the gift bag, with a single word scrawled upon it:

SOUL.

You tore it off and discarded it. No need for him to know what this was. Now you would know for certain, just what he actually thought of You.

#writing #fiction #fanfiction #deltarune #kris dreemur #Ralsei #Addison #tea #fluff #some horror towards the end #Flavoured tea is cool right? #Always interested me how both Kris and Susie tea heal Ralsei for 120HP #Even though Noelle proves that 120HP is far from the maximum HP value it can restore #And considering how sweet Ralsei appears to be for Kris its kind of odd #So I came up with this #Suffice it to say - sometimes ignorance really is bliss #drabble

[extrastrawberries]

I wonder if the members of Hudson Construction are unionized

#this post was brought to you by me watching Addison hold up one of those construction signs in the middle of a thunderstorm #while lightning strikes a farming hoe directly behind him repeatedly #ya know. I respect the dedication on his part. they can’t be paying him enough for this #tears of the kingdom #totk #tea rambles

[thebigshotman]

*…How are the others ta-taking it? Y’know…that I’m spending the holidays with Eileen this year…

*I myself wasn’t entirely surprised, although the others were certainly taken aback. Navy most of all; he’s worried you’re abandoning us again.

*I’m not!!

*I know. But you did ask.

Spam falls silent, turning back to his chamomile tea that Saffron just brewed for him. Although the other Addisons have taken the day off for Christmas, Saffron is expecting a few customers picking up flower arrangements for their loved ones today. While waiting for them he’s more than happy to chat with him, even if things are a little awkward at the moment. Saffron finishes taking a sip of his own tea before continuing to speak.

*Coral just hopes you’re okay. And Clem…I’m quite worried about her. She locks up whenever anyone says your name, but it’s not like before. It’s like she doesn’t know whether to go check on you or leave you to your own devices. Call it wishful thinking, but I have a feeling she’ll be coming around next.

*Coming around…?

*To the fact that you’ve changed. And to the fact that we can still be a family despite that.

Spam falls unusually quiet at that, forcing himself to take a long, hard sip of the tea to try to calm down and hope he doesn’t burst. But even though he’s back in his old body, he’s not the kind of person to hold things in. Something inside bends to the point of snapping, and the saucer with the teacup still on it is set down forcefully next to Saffron as he vaults off the counter.

*Spamton…?

*How…H-How are you so calm about everything?! I just show up unexpectedly in my old body again and you’re acting like it’s an ordinary Tuesday, brewing tea and talking with me like nothing’s wrong!! I didn’t do this to myself, the audience did! I’ll be back to my broken state sooner than later-how is this sitting right with yo-you?!

*…Ah. So that’s your trouble.

Recognizing his anxieties and frustration, Saffron sets his cup aside as well and slides off of the counter, putting a hand on his shoulder.

*Truthfully, it doesn’t sit right with me, Spamton. Not at all. I hate that you’ve been cursed like this. But I’ve been making peace with the fact that after 25 years, this is how things are for you now. Your body and your voice, and most of all your mind, are unlikely to change unless your strange customers will it, like right now. All I can do is change mine and accept you as you are now. You may think you are broken, and that may be true from a certain point of view…but to me, you are still like a brother. I support you, as long as you aren’t harming yourself. I-

He’s cut off by Spam’s hands digging into his back in a tight, aggressive hug, and when he feels him shaking he realizes he’s crying. Two rivers flowing down his temporarily organic eyes, his face burrowed in Saffron’s shoulder. The Yellow Addison doesn’t continue his speech after that, instead gently rubbing the little salesman’s back. Only stopping a couple of minutes later, when Spam’s voice, hiccuping with both static and sobs, ventures to speak again.

*Can’t…can’t you just t-tell the rest of them t-that? Just tell them I’ve chan-changed…

Saffron sighs.

*If only if were that simple, Spamton. They need to realize all of that on their own; otherwise, things are no different than they were in the alley that day. Forcing them won’t do any good. But…I do have a suggestion.

The former White Addison’s head raises from his shoulder, head turning to see Saffron as he wipes his tears with his arm.

*After the holidays, I would contact us, somehow. Don’t worry, I will pretend I had nothing to do with it. Say you want to talk to us. And tell them, upfront, however your voice decides to say it, that you’ve changed. It might not fix things overnight, but…I have a feeling it might start it.

Spam nods, allowing himself to break from the hug.

*Ok. Ok…I’ll try it. Thank you, Saff…

The Yellow Addison ruffles Spam’s hair affectionately, earning a good-natured grumbled from him as his half-black half-white hair is further mixed up. He passes him back his teacup before picking up his own.

*Better finish this up before you head back out.

*Why? Do you have custom-customers coming??

*Possibly. But more importantly, you have friends that want to give you gifts for the season, don’t you? Don’t keep them waiting.

Spamton’s eyes flutter open widely with a sudden jolt of remembering, and with that he hurriedly downs the rest of his tea all at once with a loud gulp. He sputters for a moment from how hot it is, having forgotten what it’s like to being able to process the temperature of hot food and drinks, before wiping away the rest of his tears and handing the empty cup back to Saffron.

*Of course!! I can’t access my Inventory right now, but in a day or two stop by my shop, alright, Saff? I’ll give you a little something for everything today!

*…Of course, Spamton.

And with that, and several lagging frames, he went dashing out of the flower shop and off into the cool winter air of Castle Town. Leaving Saffron to enjoy the rest of his tea by himself.

There has to be something I can do to help him aside from just supporting his decisions…

#(have a very merry and slightly angsty thingie between spam and saffron! as promised 😁) #(definitely inspired by that one heart to heart over tea pink and spam have in the Defragmentation comic for sure) #(ok NOW gifts will be coming soon lol. still though I hope you enjoyed!) #ONE WEIRD TIP-in character #SAFFRON-yellow addison #m!a: an (out of date) addison again

[spamsandsuch]

i don’t think i’ve mentioned this before but in my fanon i imagine spam was a pretty good cook pre-big shot days. Like i imagine it’s mom taught him how to cook growing up and they could cook and bake rly well as a result (which the addisons really loved at the time lol, since some either couldnt cook at all or were too busy to cook and usually went out/ordered takeout. Spam didn’t cook for them often but when he did it was a treat (which in a way sort of added to Spam’s ego a bit lol)). though after years of living in the mansion + living in the streets afterwards they didn’t get a chance to really cook so I imagine in afttp spamton would try to pick up cooking again and would be rusty as a result (but the food’s not too bad! Spam remembers some things still!)

#spamton #spamtonposting #afttp #afttp au #inl1997 #inl1997 au #addisons #addisonposting #food #food tw #food ment #food ment tw #i think the only allusion ive ever made to spamton being a decent cook was in that in that one mac and cheese post #but thats vague as hell so im posting abt this now #because in the future i do want to draw art for it #and it will actually be a lil tidbit in my fanon story #also to elaborate on the adds takes on cooking: #blowse can cook pretty well but is usually too busy and orders takeout as a result #percy is not much of a cook but is rly good at baking + making teas/other drinks #pops is a decent cook but is only rly experienced w/ making foods she likes in particular #and isnt rly confident in making stuff outside of its pallete #sam cannot cook. he can make instant ramen at most though #she doesnt know how cooking works though so sam would literally try to put two glass cups of water over the stove #when asked to boil two cups of water #and meanwhile spam watches in horror #(sam still can't cook in afttp btw. now he's smarter though) #(to not put glass cups on a hot stove i mean) #addison spamton #spam e. mail #ask to tag

[fizzysgayassposting]

silly addison oc

#deltarune #utdr #deltarune addisons #the addisons #addisona #deltarune art #some florton lore she worked at the palace as a florist basically #she also makes nice tea (May or May not be related to pink)

[movedtodykedvonte]

Happy Valentine’s Day (or late Valentine’s Day depending lol) There’s something I’ve been wondering since the last chapter of CDAP- what would happen if Vidie and Spam had tried the other Addison teas?

Ok so if they tried the other teas I think it would have gone a bit differently.

Spamton would probably jokingly rate the flavors and be a bit honest about how each had changed and lamented on whether he missed the old flavors or not. I think he would leave it vague if he did or not, both so Vidie wouldn't tell and to not hurt Vidie if he avoided doing so when he eventually got to her tea. Vidie would drink the teas and feel a lot of remorse with each of them. Despite Spamton not really hating the new flavors, Vidie may have had a worse reaction cause well... The ads spent years actively building resentment toward each other. They of course missed each other but part of why they never tried to reconcile outside of Spam coming back was bitterness. Vidie would taste a weird and overwhelming combination of the nice flavor she remembers and the unsavory ones they are currently still working through. Spamton missed them a lot, and his pallet is more pliable. To be honest, it would depend on the day on how well the tea tasted, the chapter happen to be a day he was feeling very fondly of Vidie.

It would end the same, with Vidie and Spamton tasting each other's teas and becoming a bit emotional but otherwise I feel like it would give Vidie some chip on his shoulder that they shared this little gossip moment. As for the taste of each tea to Vidie and Spam:

Banner Tea: It's watered down for Vidie currently, a bitterness kinda like alcohol with a faint sweetness reminding her how it should taste. Maybe she can taste more of it with every sip or maybe it's just hope. Once upon a time it had the playful taste of blackberries mixed with it but it's pretty dull now. A good tea to think with still.

For Spamton it's the opposite, sweet like you tried to cover up its naturally bitter taste but overdid it which makes it all the worse. The saving grace is the taste of blueberries, which almost feel like it was brewed in the juice. It tastes like an unripe fruit all things considered and he continues to drink it to imagine what it could be like if you gave it more time to grow.

Surv Tea: To Vidie it's Lemon ginger tea with way too much ginger, like you took a bite of ginger and then drank hot lemon water. It tastes over-brewed like you missed a mark by waiting too long, it's got that spice-like burn that only lingers for a second, reminding you that you messed up even if it isn't saying so. Can easily be fixed with some sweetness and some ice.

To Spam, it's your average black tea with lemon in it, but sugar instead of honey. It for all intents and purposes tastes the same as it did before but the sweetness seems more artificial and he can somehow taste the bitterness from the lemon rind. It's not unappetizing but it's disappointing cause it could've been better if you just switched a few things around.

Audi Tea: Vidie knows it's not supposed to be this watered down. Think of sweet iced tea with an orange slice dropped in, citrus that doesn't exactly add a twang but still enhances the flavor. Now imagine that it didn't brew long enough and the ice has melted and the orange wasn't juicy enough. It's palatable but it tastes like something that would've been perfect if you just gave it more attention. It's still pretty refreshing so I guess it's not that bad...

This is the sweetest tea Spamton has ever tasted. It's like orange marmalade and passion tea had a baby. It's not bad but it's hard to take in one sitting like you'd start to feel ill cause you or rather Spam just isn't used to it anymore. The orangey taste isn't defined anymore either which makes the sweetness just that much more overbearing. It's not the tea's fault but it's gonna take some time until Spam can handle it all again.

#ask #anon #happy late valentines ask #i just couldn't think of what the other teas would actually be #like i know the taste but the irl equivalent escaped me. #cause like each have 4 slightly different teas and I doe no know 20 distinct types of teas #nor have i tried enough iterations of the ones I know to go into spects #utdr #spamton #deltarune #royal blue #pink drink #when life gives you lemons #marmalade #CDAP au #the addisons #all we do is date

[thethurdermanswardrobe]

Worn by Nora Thunderman on The Thundermans on season 2 episode 2

Tea Collection girls sundress

#nora thunderman #the thundermans #addison riecke #tea collection

[kisiel-z-kosmosu]

The super secret third option to ,,Sometimes I Wonder How I Taste" meme. Context: Pink Addison sells name-flavored tea. Og version/inspo: @MatteCashew32 on twitter.

#deltarune #art #comic #meme #short comic #bloody doodles #susie deltarune #deltarune addisons #pinky beige void #cartoon art #digital art #doodle

[emiplayzmc]

A wild Addison store has appeared!

Made the tea shop of one of the Pink Addison characters in Deltarune, who I headcanon to be named Target, running the store :)

I also headcanon all Pink Addisons to have an insane sweet tooth, no matter what their personality is like. Hold out a sugar cube and they'd peck it up like pigeons.

#art #digital art #deltarune #drawing #artists on tumblr #illustration #fanart #addisons #pink addisons #ambyu lance #plugboy #deltarune addisons #utdr fanart #Pink Addison: Target Tourmaline

[shadoedseptmbr]

they come back from Virmire

they do not all come back

the ship murmurs around him but the crew doesn't even whisper; heads down, jobs done, feet heavy as if to remind the deck they're still here.

he's doing his job, too, in the mess to be a shoulder if anyone wants to talk but he's alone right now as he sets a cup of his mother's tea to steep. Orange. Spice. the pale green tint lost to the black interior of the mug. but warm in his hands

after their report, Shepard had retreated to the small space under engineering that had been her bunk, before the Captain had handed over the cabin. he'd sat on the stairs turning over what she'd told him with her eyes like mercury and salt searing his bones.

the Bomb was the mission.

and no one life is more sacred went unsaid

and that was how she lived and that was how she'd die while he packed up the locker to send it on

her steps are light out of the lift and there's no ignoring the tone of her low voice, pitched to carry and as she passes, the conversations pick back up. they've had their moment, her shadow reminds them, the mission goes on moments later, Normandy is humming and the stars are streaking by Serviceman Waaberi settles on the bench across from him, a fragrant bowl of some soup in hand and they give a nod even as they carry on a comm with Addison.

Kaidan swallows the bittersweet dregs and comes back from Virmire

link requested by @korblez - who i blame for this wholly, btw

#sept writes #kaidan alenko #virmire #mass effect

[thegracelessfaceless]

Late Night Channel Surfing with Sal

*For nostalgia purposes, this will be written as if YouTube and streaming services do not exist. Sal's world was in a time before streaming (though he loves it now), when channel surfing ruled, and we were plagued by the dreaded misplaced remote*

Masterlist --> here

It's getting late but neither of you can seem to turn your heads off

Sleep remains elusive

After a couple of hours of both of you tossing, turning, blanket kicking and clock checking, you both decide to retire to the living room

But first a stop for a hot cup of tea is in order (non-Addison, please and thank you)

The two of you talk over your tea, listlessly sitting on the couch

Sal has turned the TV on, but no lights other than the kitchen overhead, which filters dimly into the room, but not enough to really light the room.

Muted colors from the TV reflect on the walls as the two of you talk about the weird thoughts that enter the mind of no-sleep

After finishing tea, Sal assumes his normal "I'm relaxing" sprawl on the couch, lying reclined against a pillow on the arm rest with one leg thrown across the back of the couch and the other stretched out along the cushions

This creates the perfect alcove for you to rest in, snugged in against Sal, and he opens his arms to receive you.

He pulls you in against his body as his arms cradle you and his fingers fidget against your skin

Sal mans the remote, flipping through all the sights TV offers after prime time

Trashy talk and reality shows prevail

Along with some pretty funny mature cartoon, on which Sal lingers

The combination of the warm tea in your stomachs and the comfort of cuddling with a loved one soon make it so the time spent on each channel increases over time

A few moments spent on Beavis and Butthead

Turns to five whole minutes on a nature documentary about flying squirrels

Oh hey this looks cool, an old episode of Night Gallery. That's Vincent Price

*Sleepy noises of agreement*

The weirdness of the old seventies show seems to entrance

Both of you are watching glassily, and Sal drops the remote

You're not really sure who fell asleep first, because just after the remote slides off your hip, sleep claims you

You only remember waking up at some later point, in the small hours of the night to the sound of canned laughter

It seems that Vincent Price mindfuck was on a vintage tv channel. An old sitcom is now dominating the screen

And the remote has disappeared, no doubt wedged between the cushions or underneath you at this point

But Sal makes a soft noise in his sleep and his fingers grasp at your shirt where his hand rests on your hip

You look up at his beautifully ruined face, almost angelic in the relaxation of sleep

And you settle back in, basking in the warmth of him

#sally face #sal fisher #sally face sal fisher #sally face sal #sally fisher #salfisher #sally face headcanons #sally face hcs #sal fisher headcanons #sal fisher hcs #sal fisher imagine #graciefacewrites

[deep-dive]

2023

albums/eps: a.s.o. - a.s.o. Amaarae - Fountain Baby Amnesia Scanner & Freeka Tet - STROBE.RIP André 3000 - New Blue Sun ANOHNI and the Johnsons - My Back Was a Bridge for You to Cross Anthony Naples - Orbs bar italia - Tracey Denim Beach Fossils - Bunny Ben Vida, Yarn/Wire & Nina Dante - The Beat My Head Hit Beverly Glenn-Copeland - The Ones Ahead Biosphere - N-Plants Blonde Redhead - Sit Down for Dinner Bored Lord - Name It Call Super - Eulo Cramps Carly Rae Jepsen - The Loveliest Time Caroline Polachek - Desire, I Want to Turn Into You Chuquimamani-Condori - DJ E Cole Police - If I Don’t See You in the Future, I’ll See You in the Pasture Dean Blunt - Give me a moment DJ Lostboi - Music for Landings DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ - Destiny Double Virgo - hardrive heat seeking Eartheater - Powders The Embassy - E-Numbers Everything But the Girl - Fuse Fever Ray - Radical Romantics Freak Heat Waves - Mondo Tempo Headache - The Head Hurts but the Heart Knows the Truth Hiroyuki Onogawa - August in the Water: Music for Film 1995-2005 Jam City - Jam City Presents EFM James Ivy - Everything Perfect Jessy Lanza - Love Hallucination Jim Legxacy - homeless n****a pop music Joanne Robertson - Blue Car Jonnine - Maritz Kelela - Raven Khotin - Release Spirit Kota Hoshino, Shoi Miyazawa - Armored Core VI OST Laurel Halo - Atlas Loraine James - Gentle Confrontation Maria BC - Spike Field mark william lewis - Living Matmos - Return to Archive MIZU - Distant Intervals ML Buch - Suntub Noriko Tujiko - Crépuscule I & II Nourished by Time - Erotic Probiotic 2 Oneohtrix Point Never - Again Osmotic & Fennesz - Senzatetto Pierre Rousseau - Mémoire De Forme Purelink - Signs Ryuichi Sakamoto - 12 Sofia Courtesies - Madres ssaliva - sector6park/counterfeit Sufjan Stevens - Javelin Tim Hecker - No Highs Tirzah - trip9love…??? Wild Nothing - Hold Yves Tumor - Praise a Lord Who Chews but Which Does Not Consume; (Or Simply, Hot Between Worlds) µ-Ziq - 1977 7038634357 - Neo Seven

songs: a.s.o. - Love in the Darkness Addison Rae - I got it bad Alex Kassian - Leave Your Life (Lonely Hearts Mix) Amaarae - Reckless & Sweet Amnesia Scanner & Freeka Tet - Clown André - Ants To You, Gods To Who ? ANOHNI and the Johnsons - Can’t ANOHNI and the Johnsons - It Must Change Anthony Naples - Silas Armin van Buuren & Punctual - On & On (ft. Alina) bambinodj - High as Ever Still Passin' Through (Remix) bar italia - Nocd Baths - Do I Make the World Worse Beach Fossils - Don’t Fade Away Beverly Glenn-Copeland - People of the Loon Bibio & Óskar Guðjónsson - Sunbursting Björk & Rosalía - Oral Blawan - Toast Bored Lord - Wait Wait Wait bvdub - Days on Heaven and Earth Call Super - Coppertone Elegy Carly Rae Jensen - Psychedelic Switch Caroline Polachek - Bunny Is a Rider (Doss Remix) Caroline Polachek - Crude Drawing of an Angel Chuquimamani-Condori - Eat My Cum Chuquimamani-Condori - Know Dean Blunt - Rinsed (ft. TYSON) Dj Lostboi - PUF 2 LAX DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ - For Now and Forever Double Virgo - gainfully deployed EASYFUN - Long Long Time The Embassy - Amnesia ESP - North Fever Ray - Kandy Freak Heat Waves & Cindy Lee - In a Moment Divine Fwea-Go Hit - Back Wildin Headache - That Thing with the Rabbit Headache - Truism 4 Dummies Hemlocke Springs - sever the blight Hudson Mohawke & Nikki Nair - Demuro Ike - Rose Quartz Jam City - Magnetic James K & hoodie - Ether Jessy Lanza - Don’t Cry On My Pillow Jim Legxacy - amnesia111 Jim Legxacy - candy reign (!) Jonnine - Tea For Two (Boo) Kelela - Divorce Khotin - Computer Break (Late Mix) Kylie Minogue - Hold on to Now Laurel Halo, Bendik Giske, Lucy Railton & James Underwood - Earthbound Loraine James - Tired of Me Lorenzi - Lonely Cowboy Tales (Crayon Moon Remix) LSDXOXO - Devil’s Chariot Maria BC - Still Maria BC - Watcher mark william lewis - Living Mc LcKaiique, MC Celo BK & DJ Jeeh FDC - Quem Tá de Motão, Vou Sarrar Puta Na Marcone (ft. DJ Biel Divulga) ML Buch - High speed calm air tonight Nation & Ecco2k - Ça Va Nicole Dollanganger - Gold Satin Dreamer Nourished by Time - Rain Water Promise Oliver Coates - One Without Oneohtrix Point Never - Krumville Purelink - We Should Keep Going Shoi Miyazawa - Rough and Decent Slayyyter - Miss Belladonna Sufjan Stevens - Shit talk Tim Hecker - Total Garbage Tirzah - u all the time Troye Sivan - Got Me Started Wild Nothing - Suburban Solutions Yves Tumor - Echolalia Yves Tumor - Fear Evil Like Fire µ-Ziq - 4am

mixes: CFCF - CFCF for TERMINAL 27 Chuquimamani-Condori - Fact Mix 937 PC Music - 10 Physical Therapy - car culture remissions vol. 4 plush - LIVE AT SKSKSKSK S-candalo - Fact Mix 897 WHY BE - OdyXxey Radio Mix

movies: Afire (Christian Petzold) All the Beauty and the Bloodshed (Laura Poitras) E6-D7 (Eno Swinnen) Evil Dead Rise (Lee Cronin) Grown in Darkness (Devin Shears) How Do You Live? (Hayao Miyazaki) The Killer (David Fincher) Killers of the Flower Moon (Martin Scorsese) Knock at the Cabin (M. Night Shyamalan) Last Summer (Catherine Breillat) May December (Todd Haynes) Oppenheimer (Christopher Nolan) The Outwaters (Robbie Banfitch) Rotting in the Sun (Sebastián Silva) Showing Up (Kelly Reichardt) The Zone of Interest (Jonathan Glazer)

games: Alan Wake II Armored Core VI: Fires of Rubicon Baldur’s Gate III Blasphemous II Diablo IV Humanity Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom Lies of P Metroid Prime Remastered Octopath Traveler II Pikmin 4 Star Ocean: The Second Story R Super Mario Bros. Wonder Theatrhythm Final Bar Line Wo Long: Fallen Dynasty

[focsle]

I've seen you answer a few asks about whaling history before, so hopefully I'm not offbase asking you questions out of the blue? But anyway, how did people bathe (or keep clean if not by bathing) during long sea voyages?

Not off base at all! Out of the blue whaling history questions are some of my fav asks to receive; I find them thrilling. I can’t help but write an essay every time.

It was particularly hard to keep clean on a whaler, and whalemen were often disparaged by those in other maritime professions. In 1839, naval Lieutenant Charles Wilkes said of the crew of the whaleship America, 

“I have seldom seen at sea a more uncombed and dirty set of mariners than his crew.“

J.E. Haviland of the Baltic, 1856, complained of besmirching his journal pages with the grime that he was unable to scrub off his hands after tarring the rigging, self consciously saying:

“My hands + clothes would look beautiful for a ladies Parlor. I see they even collor the paper but I cannot get the tar out. The Old Man says he intends to have me tar down the rigging a few days before we get in New Bedford so that I shall not forget too soon that I have been a sailor.”

General ships’ work  such as tarring could be messy, but a whaler’s work was even messier. When trying out blubber it was futile to attempt maintaining any semblance of cleanliness during the process. William Abbe of the Atkins Adams, 1859, said that during boiling, a watch would turn in to their bunks a few hours rest, merely ‘after wiping off your bare body with oakum to take off the thickest of the oil”.

But the gore and oil wasn’t forever. After the particular job was done the ship would be meticulously cleaned, and the whalers would tend to themselves too. As Herman Melville wrote,

“The crew themselves proceed to their own ablutions; shift themselves from top to toe; and finally issue to the immaculate deck, fresh and all aglow, as bridegrooms new-leaped from out the daintiest Holland. Now, with elated step, they pace the planks in twos and threes, and humorously discourse of parlors, sofas, carpets, and fine cambrics; propose to mat the deck; think of having hanging to the top; object not to taking tea by moonlight on the piazza of the forecastle. To hint to such musked mariners of oil, and bone, and blubber, were little short of audacity. They know not the thing you distantly allude to. Away, and bring us napkins!”

Haviland expressed gratitude in getting a chance to get clean after all the work of boiling blubber was done:

“I feel much better to day I have given myself a good wash + a clean shave + got in all clean clothes. You would not have known your own son if you could have seen him yesterday. I was nearly black with smoke + dirt. (with shame) I say it was the accumulation of 2 months dirt + 4 months beard. Everything looks as clean + bright as it did before we took the whale”

Being able to bathe was such a highlight that Abbe titled one of his journal pages “Washing myself!!” With TWO exclamation points!

“I write with pride in my fastidious journal that this morning I washed my face + hands with castile soap + fresh water — when shall I do the like again? When shall I write the pleasant and comfortable fact that I have shaved? The future and fair weather only can tell.”

The ship’s slop chest—its general store—had toiletries for sale, often at a very high premium. Whaling account books show men buying pounds of oil soap for their own personal stores. The fresh water was often rainwater collected for this purpose, rather than the casks set aside for drinking.

“This has been a rather squally day,” wrote Mary Lawrence, whaling wife who accompanied her husband on his ship Addison in the 1850s. “Considerable rain has fallen, and everybody on deck is using an abundant supply of rainwater for washing purposes.” She also added, though this is speaking of laundry rather than bathing, “Having stopped up the scuppers, the use the whole deck for one grand washtub.”

They’d use the sea, too. John Martin of the Lucy Ann, wrote of bathing via rain and sea whilst near the equator on January 24th, 1842.

“Towards noon the rain came down in torrents. The weather being sultry the watch on deck shipped off their shirts to it. John the boat steerer went entirely naked with the exception of a handkerchief tied around his privates. In the afternoon it cleared away, when I asked permission from the Captain for the crew to take a bathe over the side. He said we might do it if we rigged a studding sail over the side, which was soon done & all hands that could swim were to be seen jumping from different parts of the ship. Some went out to the end of the flying jib boom & jumped off there. Even the dog was thrown overboard & got his share of washing. I like bathing at sea but for one thing, and that is sharks. I always have a fear that one might be hovering about and give one a nip before he was aware of it.”

It was challenging for whalers to keep clean by nature of the job, but man when they were able to they really seemed to revel in it. For many of them it was more than just a bath; it was a symbolic return to a home they were long away from, or to the man they perceived themselves to be back on shore, or of a society that they felt cut off from in their line of work.

If you’re interested I also wrote a thing about doing laundry on whaleships too, yonder!

#awhalin #asks #basuralindo #long post //