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ramayantika · 5 days

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Overheard 2 friends talk about me

Girl A: *sees me sleeping* yaar isko tension hi nahi hai ekdum bache jaise soti hai

Roomie: arey yeh humesha vaise hi chill rehti hai voh utna padhti hai jitna usse score karna hai. Jitna ache se usse hoga utna hi karega baki nahi hoga agar toh nahi.

Girl A: iska marks bhi toh theek hi aata hai. Kal hi toh mast dance kar rahi thi pura phir HAP ke din subah mein stress mein answer theory sab bole jaa rahi hu yeh bas sirr hilake revise karke uth gayi

Roomie: haan yeh kabho extra stress tension nahi leti and marks bhi toh aata hai

Girl A: vahi hum stress leke marks laate hai yeh bhi utna le aati hai

Me: *dozes off*

--xx--

But yeah 2 days before end sems I was crying tf out in the hostel washroom and then wiped my tears, washed my face until eyes were dry and no longer red. I have had my share of stressing and driving my body and mind to exhaustion for exams so I decided that in college I would not repeat the same. I did cry because I got overwhelmed for a little while and then figured out how to prepare and I did which was calming

Also yeah sure I may not be the batch topper with my marks, but I used to study before exams too, so that helped with not having to study last minute. I like my course so I put in time to read and understand and also so that I could balance dancing too with all the exams we have been made to give

People see my chill laidback face but behind that there has been steady prep and also time investment. This time I don't feel nervous about my results like I used to. I know I will get the marks based on my writing and study prep and it will be decent enough

Once I used to be someone who thoughts exams grades and teacher remarks and the societal expectations shall comprise my whole world but I began getting out of that box. I still struggle sometimes with my identity because many see me as a non serious student who only dances, some see me as the middle class dreamy arts student who got forced into science, but I genuinely love learning science as well as my dance and writing.

#samridhi speaks #rant

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alacrity42 · 8 days

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Iruma Headcanons: The Teachers

Kalego: Sent each Misfit a care package in the mail after end of terminus exams. Denies it was him, but nobody else knows of the Misfits specific comforts other than him.

Robin: Swindles the hell out of his coworkers by pretending to be airheaded and locking in when it matters. He has been barred from playing poker, because they figured out he was counting cards.

Dali: Married to Suzy. Routinely organizes pranks on his coworkers, and directs the Student Drama Troupe in their plays. His flair for the dramatic has led many groups of students to fame beyond Babyls.

Suzy: Married to Dali. The teacher most attuned to the students, she reports back to the teachers lounge with all the latest gossip. Ameri and Iruma dating sent her into shambles, especially after the two help her out in the gardens every morning.

Buer: The teacher's peacekeeper. Kalego couldn't be trusted, because Buer ended up having to intervene anyways. Enjoys his job, but he'd love it if students stopped hurting each other needlessly.

Orias: Bears a grudge against Robin for consistently beating him at games of luck. Still cannot figure out the newbies trick, and hasn't found a game he can beat Robin at yet.

Momonoki: Every time she gets close to Kalego, her grandfather appears. She wonders how he manages that, especially because the last time involved him crossing half the country in minutes. Bought tickets to an opera that Kalego likes, and is steadily approaching the deadline to ask him. Plans are being cooked.

Balam: After the harvest festival, students realized he didn't want to experiment on them. He started making illustrated guides for anyone who asks, and has finally gained the reputation of kindness that he deserves.

Raim: She's taking life easy, but after seeing Elizabetta get two partners, she wants to see if she can find a partner of her own. Balam wasn't her type, and she got scared away from Kalego. Raim still feels chills every time she looks at Momonoki.

Vepar: She became Agares and Gaap's go to for any advice. Cried buckets when they had their first fight as a couple, and bumbled about endlessly before realizing that the solution was to lock them in a cage of water and make them talk it out.

Hatt: To Kerori's confusion, ended up assisting in managing her idol activities. He has propelled her sales further still, which is impressive.

Furfur: Shows up at Babyl's every now and then to try and fuck with all the Misfits. Jazz and Allocer always try to hold him off, and he ends up leaving before he can even get past them. Little do they know, they're playing right into his hand by letting him test them like this.

Bachiko: Brags about Iruma whenever she can, especially after seeing his performance at the Heartbreaker. She texts him advice every so often, including motivational posts she finds on the internet. Iruma gets a strange motherly vibe from these posts.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #mairimashita manga #m!ik #mairimashita iruma kun spoilers #mysticalcrystal42 #m!k headcanons #headcanon

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hiddenfolk · 1 year

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The teacherswap au,,

Iruma- the Imaginary Beings teacher and the Misfit's homeroom teacher! Despite being the newest teacher, the rest of the faculty treat him with a strange amount of respect? Kalego considers him weird because he's so excessively nice and easygoing, and a bit absentminded. He's always talking about weird concepts he made up like the magic of friendship?

Ameri- the head teacher! Very competent, hardworking and admired, amazing at her job. Can be a bit of a strict drill sergeant type. Students find her a little intimidating, but she's really just out here trying to make sure everyones living up to their potential.

Asmodeus-Fundamentals of magic teacher. Ever dignified, he is admired (and crushed on) by the students, but he's also pretty strict to both students and teachers, and is quick to crack down on troublemakers. When he's in a bad mood, it's best to avoid him.

Clara- the other Fundamentals of magic teacher, as well as the diabotany teacher. Shares the Gaming batra advisor role with Lied. She's super bouncy and fun, and does NOT believe in classroom learning, much to Azz's chagrin. Most of her lessons are held outdoors and are very, very hands on. Like ms Frizzle, she always coordinates her outfits to what she's teaching! Azz-azz may complain but he doesn't have to worry, because she always has a matching tie ready for him!

Lied- Demonic history teacher, and batra advisor. The resident 'cool teacher', he's very casual and friendly.

Jazz- Arithmetic teacher. He may come off quite intimidating, but in reality he's pretty chill. Has a mischevious streak. His bloodline ability and pickpocketing skills means he's able to confiscate contraband before students even realise its gone. He's secretly a bit of a softie who dotes on his students.

Camui- A dignified and gentlemanly teacher with the power to speak to beasts. He teaches familiars, and is also the Beast Summoning batra's advisor. He is always willing to lend an ear to students, perhaps his ability lets him translate teenager? Whatever proclivities he had as a child he has mostly grown out of, and those he does have he obviously keeps separate from his job. Rumor has it that he's not very successful with dating apps.

Elisabetta- the Succubus teacher. Kind, sweet and nice. Theres rumours going around that she's being considered for the position of the next Head of Lust?

Crocell- The cold and dignified music teacher, a woman of pure elegance and icy beauty. She is an accomplished beast summoner, and is also responsible for managing the familiar summoning ceremony for the first years. She can be quite irritable so it's best to avoid getting caught by her. Before she became a teacher, she was once the most famous Evidol in the world. Most students are too scared of her to bring it up though.

Sabnock- Demonic history teacher, as well as a Practicals teacher. He's responsible, caring and considerate, and a pretty well balanced guy. Though he can be pretty tough, student safety is always a consideration for him and he always knows when to pull back. Knows many healing spells.

Purson- The school's Security teacher. Spends most of his time on silent patrol, so like barely anyone in the student body knows he exists. He also gives private music lessons sometimes?

Gaap- Practicals teacher. Super sweet and kind, always has refreshments available. Very very approachable so he's the one students approach most often for help outside of class time. Can find it hard to discipline unruly students though, since hes a bit of a pushover.

Allocer- A super famous academic. Teaches multiple subjects, including Tactics, Psychiatry, Astrology and History. Very wise, kind of hard to approach.

Agares Picero- Diabotany teacher and part-time practicals teacher. He's also in charge of terraforming for events such as the Harvest Festival.

#m!ik #welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairuma #hidden draws #Kalego the misfit au

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hotanlvr · 3 months

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Wrong Has Never Felt So Right

William Agar

Summary: William’s reluctancy to admit his feelings doesn’t get him far. Your mere touch bringing him feelings he definitely shouldn’t have.

Warnings: Hand jobs, that’s practically it tbh.

Notes: this is my first time posting on here so i apologise if i’ve done anything wrong, I also posted this on ao3:

Entering the house, a palpable chill hung in the air, as if the temperature within mirrored the frosty demeanor of its inhabitants. The ambiance echoed with a wintry stillness, leaving every room enveloped in an icy atmosphere that went beyond mere temperature—a coldness that seemed to seep into the very essence of the space, settling in the corners like an unspoken frost.

“Take a seat.” You gestured to William, and he did so, setting his bag beside him on the floor. William’s eyes followed you around the room, as you began to rearrange small things on the mantelpiece, paying attention to the details of your home.

Amidst the ebb and flow of the silence, William’s inner thoughts wove a tapestry of admiration for you. A cascade of appreciation, like gentle whispers in the chambers of his mind, acknowledged the nuances of your presence—the way your elegance painted the room with warmth and how your grace seemed to defy the ordinary. Each unspoken word carried the weight of genuine admiration, creating a silent symphony of affection that only he could hear. His gaze, softened by an affectionate tenderness, lingered upon you with an unspoken language of love. In the quiet moments when your eyes meet, a warmth radiated from his expression.

“I attended an art exhibition today.” You say while handling an ornament from the mantle piece, inspecting it as if you had no idea it existed. William looked up, hoping to be met with your eyes, but you still faced away from him.

“Oh..and how was that…?” As he spoke, an involuntary quiver danced within the cadence of his voice, betraying the vulnerability that sought refuge beneath his words. You finally turned around to meet his gaze, his head suddenly lowering down after a few moments, a clear blush creeping onto his face.

“It was…interesting. Such beauty captured within a canvas, it is truly an alchemy of skill and perception.” You slowly walked over to where William was sitting, and sat beside him. His body immediately tensed up, his hands gripping his knees tightly, his knuckles turning white. He nodded as you spoke, carefully taking in all of your words, listening at the sound of your voice, so softly spoken and gentle, just the sound of it warmed his heart.

“Did you see anything in particular that caught your eye?” William inquired, hoping to keep the conversation with you going. He shifted in his seat slightly, starting to feel slightly more comfortable.

“I saw a beautiful painting. It depicted two young women, who were bathing in the female only part of the house.” You tell him, a glimpse of discomfort in your voice.

“Were they?” William asks abruptly, his eyes widening at each of your words. It’s clear the topic is making him uncomfortable, yet he longs to hear more.

“And the…nakedness of the two women coupled with an exquisite ability to convey the arid landscape of the middle east was…breathtaking…”

You leaned back in the seat, a picture of casual ease, your mood suddenly becoming more tranquil as the conversation progressed.

“It was while Henry and I were sitting, looking at this painting, that he…” Your words trail off, and William shifts slightly closer to you, silently asking for you to carry on.

“He…? What happened?”

“He touched me. He touched me…like this…”

In a fleeting encounter, your fingers brushed against the back of his hand with a delicate grace. The contact, gentle as a whispered secret, created a subtle connection, leaving a tingling trail of warmth in its wake. It was a fleeting caress, a quiet invitation to the intimacy of touch.

A subtle shiver ran through his body, and an involuntary tension gripped his muscles as arousal wove its intricate spell. It was a silent response, a physical echo of desire that resonated in the exquisite tension sculpted by the anticipation of what lay ahead.

In an unexpected burst of movement, he swiftly rose from his seat, abruptly grabbing his bag from the floor. He held it tightly against his lower body, as if to hide something.

“It is best if I leave now. We will speak again soon, I’m sure. Good day.” Mid-stride, he headed for the door, but a sudden interruption caused him to pause just before walking through. He turned back around to be met with your gaze, his eyes widened uncomfortably.

“What are you hiding, William?” The unexpected surge of emotions reflected in the dilation of his pupils, causing him to look away from your gaze, staring beyond you at something.

He shakes his head dismissively, looking down at the floor. He opens his mouth as if to speak, but quickly cuts himself off.

“I-I’m sorry…this is wrong of me, I should not feel such feelings towards a lady like yourself.” He hangs his head low, avoiding eye contact with you.

You step closer to him, close enough to hear his erratic breathing. William’s cheeks immediately heat up, turning red, his gaze now shifting to the floor.

“What feelings shouldn’t you have?”

“I-…Feelings that are…reserved between a husband and wife, not us.” There’s a long pause, before he starts speaking again.

“I must admit, your touch has not left my mind…something inside of me longs for it again…” He finally looks up at you with hooded eyes, his flustered expression making your heart skip at beat.

William’s words caused something inside you to stir, a newfound confidence. In a split second, you push him against the nearest wall, making his eyes widen even more.

“W-what are you doing..?” He asks in a harsh whisper, trying to fight against your strength, but of course, he fails.

“Is this not what you want?”

“Well…yes, but…it is wrong! We cannot…”

In a spontaneous gesture, your lips meet, a brief yet effective silence falling like a veil. The kiss, a hushed plea for quiet, spoke volumes in the unspoken language of shared intimacy, momentarily eclipsing words with the warmth of a tactile connection.

William’s hands let go of his bag, dropping it between you, and then swiftly kicking it out of the way. His hands involuntarily held your hips, pulling your body closer to his as he deepened the kiss. In that instant, time seemed to pause, and the taste of shared longing lingered, marking the end of a prolonged yearning with the sweetness of finally being kissed. Oh how long he’d waited for this moment.

It didn’t take long for all of his emotions to turn physical, the evident feeling of his manhood pressing against your thigh causing you to feel more aroused than before. Knowing that a mere kiss choked physical reactions such as that from him wasn’t helping to relax the confidence surging through your body.

William’s hands moved from your hips to your waist, his gentle fingers caressing your clothed skin softly, causing a quiet noise to leave your lips. Your hands move down his body, slowly moving along his chest and stomach, before coming in contact with his clothed erection, making him whimper quietly.

Your hands work to swiftly unbutton the constraints to his growing problem, hurriedly working to free him. When you did, he moaned breathlessly at the feeling of you taking him into your hand. The coldness of your palm in contrast to the warmth of his length causing him to shiver.

“Oh- oh, darling…it is so wrong..” He shakes his head frantically while looking into your eyes with an innocent desire.

You slowly started to move your hand, flicking your wrist ever so gently, watching as William’s eyes roll into the back of his head. He gulps hard, the feeling of your hand around him was something he’d never experienced before, but it was definitely something he’d imagined of.

Of course he had thought of such things about you while alone, his hands roaming his own body, wishing they were yours. His helpless whimpers and pleas of your name leaving his lips, begging you as if you were actually there with him. Your longing friendship had brought so many intimate moments that ended up being simply platonic, but caused William to have doubts about your relationship, always imaging that you could be more than just ‘friends’.

But here he is, his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as the very woman he fantasies about, has her hand around his throbbing sex, her hand working so perfectly on the most sensitive part of his body, her fingers gliding over the many veins he has.

Whines of pleasure left his lips as you pumped your hand faster, and you watched as the head of his cock disappeared and reappeared from your tightened palm. A wave of pleasure courses through him, rendering his body temporarily powerless against your intoxicating embrace. Muscles gave way to a delicious weakness, as if the very essence of pleasure had momentarily stolen the strength from his limbs. It was a blissful surrender, a physical manifestation of ecstasy that left him bucking his hips into your hand.

As he came, he let out strangled noises of moans, your name also leaving his lips in a whine. It was a heavenly sight to see; William’s head thrown back, his hair sticking to his forehead, his face flustered, and seed spilt over your hand and his clothes.

William finally tilts his head forward, his eyes meeting yours. With an undeniable urgency, he closed the gap between you both, pulling you into a passionate kiss. The world around you blurred as the force of the embrace conveyed a hunger for connection. He pulled away to say:

“You have no idea how I had longed for that.”

#william agar #mathew baynton #quacks #william agar smut #mathew baynton smut

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nellas-art · 2 years

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A line up of my favourite followers and some headcanons. There were more favs but this drawing would never be finished if I tried to include them all.

The text under the readmore:

Lambert

They/Them

Cares for their spouses and followers deeply

Takes their spouses concerns very seriously

Bothers them that their followers view themselves as below them

Peaceful but won’t hesitate

Gremermer

They/Them

The first and eldest follower

Lambert’s 3rd spouse

Soft-spoken but firm

Keeps the peace at the camp and is in charge when Lambert’s away

Usually found farming or lumbering

Barbatos

She/Her

Quite opinionated and hot-headed

Isn’t afraid to but heads with other followers

Only listens to/can be calmed down by Lambert, Gremermer, and Fear to a degree

Lambert’s 4th spouse

Only soft around her spouse/friends

Fond of Fear

Works the stone mill

Fear

She/Her/They/Them

Lambert’s loyalest follower; willing to do anything

Very enthusiastic, eager, outgoing, affectionate, flirty, and mischievous; pushes their luck

Lambert’s 5th spouse

BFFs with Witness Agares and is in a competition with them to smooch/woo the most people

Fond of Barbatos

Saleos

He/Him

Lambert’s 1st and longest spouse

Very sweet and doting on Lambert

Worrywart; tries to hide what bothers him, fails

First to insist to tag along crusades as a demon

Likes cooking

Paar

She/Her

Lambert’s 2nd spouse

Selectively mute: speaks in whispers, sign language, gestures, or a pinch if needed

Was initially courted by Trena but fell in love with Lambert

Very sweet but a little shy

Close to Saleos

Works the refinery

Narinder

He/Him

Lambert’s 6th and last spouse

Grouchy, cold, irritable. cold, and snarky

Butts heads with Barbatos often

Gets along with Gremermer, Paar, the Witnesses, and Fear somewhat

Farms alongside Gremermer

Flusters easily despite trying to have an air of formality and superiority

Witness Agares

She/Her/They/Them

The most amicable of the Witnesses

BFFs with Fear and is tied with her in their smooching competition due to evening out the score by smooching each other

They and Fear are tooth-rottingly inseparable; partners in crime

Happy they’re not a Witness to Leshy

Honest, caring, smart, and flirty

Humer

He/Him/They/Them

A nervous soul

Afraid of Narinder

Hangs around Gremermer or Barbatos

A great farmer

Trena

She/Her

Initially was courting Paar until she fell in love with Lambert

Still cares for Paar but won’t pursue despite the open relationship Lambert has with their spouses

Baalzebub

He/Him

The most chill follower; keeps it real

Friends with Saleos when they worshiped Kallamar

Spars with and trains followers

Putymer

They/Them

Everyone loves Putymer

Likes a clean camp, so they’re often found cleaning

Helps with whatever tasks need to be done

Hangs with Baalzebub

Witness Astaroth

She/Her/They/Them

The most serious of the Witnesses

Knowledgeable about the Old Faith, the Bishops, history, etc

Keeper of the library within the Temple

Loves sharing the knowledge

Quiet, usually reading or deep in thought

Witness Bathin

He/Him/They/Them

Skeptical of new followers but is easily won over with food

Very skilled cook

Goes along with whatever Agares or Astaroth say/do

Witness Allocer

They/Them

A little spacey and clumsy but well meaning

Wasn’t a Witness as long as the other three, so they’re not as strong

Is great as and enjoys decorating

Hangs around Witness Astaroth

Amdusias

He/Him

Chatty, curious, and friendly

Helps new followers settle in alongside Gremermer

Works the healing bay

Likes music and is often heard humming (his theme)

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl follower #narinder #cotl narinder #the one who waits

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angelkin-food-cake · 1 year

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Lemon & Earl Grey Tart with Buttermilk Chantilly and Raspberry Fluid Gel

Pate Sucrée:

150g (⅔ cups) unsalted butter, at room temperature

112g (1 cup) icing sugar

1g (¼ tsp.) salt

50g (1 medium) eggs

250g (2 cups) all-purpose flour

20g (¼ cups) cornstarch

Lemon Filling:

185g (¾ cups) heavy cream

5g (2 Tbsp.) loose leaf earl grey tea

200g (4 medium) eggs

40g (2 medium) egg yolks

285g (1½ cups) granulated sugar

250g (1 cups) fresh lemon juice

3 lemons, zested

Raspberry Fluid Gel:

100g (⅓ cups) raspberry purée

50g (¼) simple syrup

10g (2 tsp.) lemon juice

1.6g agar agar

Buttermilk Chantilly:

200g (a little over ¾ cups) heavy cream 20g ( ¼ cups) icing sugar 1 lemon, zested 100g (½ cups) buttermilk

Pate Sucrée:

Start the paté sucrée. In the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, cream the butter until light and fluffy. Add the icing sugar and cream together. Scrape down the sides and the bottom of the bowl and add the salt, and egg. Mix until combined.

In a medium bowl, sift the flour and cornstarch. Slowly add to the butter mixture until just incorporated.

Remove from the mixer, shape into a flat circle, wrap in plastic wrap, and refrigerate for at least 2 hours, or preferably overnight.

Take out your disk of dough and let it warm up slightly so it is easier to roll out. Lightly dust a work surface with flour. Roll out the dough to about 3mm and line your 9 inch tart tin. Refrigerate the dough until firm.

Preheat the oven to 350 F. Crumple up a piece of parchment paper and then smooth it back out again. Place it in your tart tin and fill it with dried beans, rice, or pie weights. Make sure to press it into the corners of the tart.

Blind bake the tart shell for 15 minutes, then remove from the oven, remove the parchment and beans/rice/weights, and bake for a further 8 to 9 minutes, until the pastry is a golden brown color. Remove from the oven and let it cool completely. Turn the oven down to 250 F.

Lemon Filling:

For the lemon filling, place the cream in a small saucepan and bring to just a boil. Remove from the heat, add the tea, and let it steep for 15 minutes. Strain the cream and reweigh it - you will need to add more to make sure you have a final weight of 185g cream. Set aside.

Combine the eggs, egg yolks, and sugar in a bowl. Whisk until combined, then slowly add the cream, whisking constantly. Add the lemon juice and zest, whisking constantly. Use an immersion blender to make sure your mixture is smooth and velvety. Pour the mixture into a pitcher.

Place the tart in the oven and pull the rack out slightly. Pour in the lemon filling until it almost reaches the top of the tart, then carefully slide the rack back. Bake for 45 to 55 minutes, until the center of the tart no longer jiggles when moved. Remove from the oven and let cool completely at room temperature, then refrigerate until ready to serve.

Raspberry Fluid Gel:

For the raspberry fluid gel, combine all the ingredients in a saucepan and bring to a boil, stirring constantly. Boil for 10 seconds, remove from the heat, and pour into a container. Let the gel chill in the fridge until set, about 1 hour.

Once the gel has fully set, use an immersion blender to create a smooth gel. Transfer to a squeeze bottle.

Buttermilk Chantilly:

For the buttermilk chantilly, combine the heavy cream and icing sugar in the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with the whisk attachment and whip until stiff peaks form. Add the lemon zest and slowly stream in the buttermilk while the mixer is on medium-low speed. Whip until medium peaks.

When ready to serve, spoon some buttermilk chantilly onto the tart and use the back of a spoon to create a swoosh. Add dots of raspberry fluid gel and zest a lemon over top.

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resoyani · 1 year

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Demon,,, Shisho... I’ve been having brainworms for the past two days, if anyone wants to read I’ll put stuff under the cut

- Shisho is Agares’ cloud if anyone’s confused (I think he calls it that like... two times in canon? And it basically got confirmed in the spinoff)

- Their name is Vassago Claud, Vassago is a demon in ars goeatia described as “ a prince "of a good nature" and of the "same nature as Agares" “ Hit a jackpot with this one

- Agares still calls them “Shisho” as a nickname, however!

- They don’t speak. At all. But after a while you start getting what they mean even without that

- Their bloodline ability is creating clouds! From very thin mist-like to fluffy enough to sleep on. They provide them for Agares since he no longer has his own whoops

- Agares and them are childhood friends! At first it was mostly just Shisho annoying him by being clingy (where have I seen that before) but eventually Agares warmed up to them because they’re quiet and non-intrusive

- They’re sooo chill and passive. You could put ribbons in their hair or nap on them or chomp on them and they’d let you. Though at the same time they have a terrible reaction time and would not notice anything coming their way no matter how big it was

- SO CLINGY. If they choose you as their target they’ll glue to you and won’t let go until their cuddle’o meter is full. Agares is the main victim

- Bonds with Goemon very quickly and nags Agares to become friends with him. These three are pretty much inseparable they’re constantly glued to each other

- They sometimes. Eat the clouds they make.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #mairimashita iruma kun #m!ik #welcome to demon school iruma kun #agares picero #gaap goemon #demon!shisho #sorry for the image being so blurry #also drawing agares is such a pain the fuck is his hair #mystuff #mypics

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hungryk9 · 7 months

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(Thankfully) successful vegan chocoflan for friends. The collective+Sparknote recipe in my notebook was of 3 different recipe sources, but the meat of it was from Dora's Table. https://dorastable.com/vegan-chocoflan/comment-page-1/#comment-13538 Notes

Made in a 10-cup bundt pan (10-12 was rec'd).

For some reason, my ratio of flan:chocolate cake came out 4:1. I followed the recipe, so I'm not sure what happened. I'd be more mindful if I do this recipe again in the future since I'd want the 1:1 ratio. I'd consider halving the flan/doubling the chocolate cake, and pour any excess into a small mold — but ultimately just really observe the proportions and keep a watchful eye on the amount that's poured into the cake pan.

I foolishly forgot to grease my bundt pan. Thankfully after some superficial knife cuts around the cake edge-pan, then letting the pan sit in a waterbath for a random 5 minutes to help with release, and then flipping it onto the plate+shaking the pan+plate a little vigorously till I felt a THWUMP — the release THANKFULLY came out as a whole!!! The modern Nordic Ware bundt pans are naturally non-stick but in the future I would still grease the pan, haha. To avoid a mini heart attack.

I went with a traditional heating of granulated sugar+bit of water to pour caramel into the bundt pan first (before the flan and cake batter). I'm glad I did since it gave the flan top the traditional gorgeous caramel coloring.

I eyed out about 1.3 teaspoons of tumeric to color the flan, giving it a pseudo-eggy appearance. I added it into the blender step. And nope, it's not detectable tastewise in the end. Alternatively, one could use yellow food coloring at one's discretion.

The recipe calls for 15oz of coconut cream but the cans I encountered were 13.5oz. (Ultimately I went with Trader Joe's high-fat content at ~114g vs two other brands that clock in at 81/84g. Higher fat lends to richer taste.) I already had a pint of soy-heavy-cream, which I used as a supplement. The coconut cream is still liquid at room-temp, but I have a very-very-very vague memory that it could thicken up in the fridge. See my note on agar agar powder next.

I added 1.2 teaspoons of agar agar powder to the step of heating coconut milk. I was really paranoid about the flan holding up for the flip release+subway commute to my friend's. I tried asking the recipe author if she thought agar agar would still work after baking & for chilling, plus I also tried Google'ing if agar agar powder would be ineffective due to baking at 350F, but ultimately I think it helped for the flan to hold together, for me. Phew.

After baking, the cake sat at room-temp for 1 hour before I put it into the fridge for 8 hours before flipping it. I just left it for that amount of time due to sleep, so I can't say for certain if it'd be fine the same way after 4 hours. It shooouuuld be fine.

You could subtly taste the coconut cream in the "flan". Not a bad thing, just a note. The flan could use more vanilla extract? I used 2.8t.

Remove the hardened caramel at the bottom of the cake pan by soaking in hot water. Use the wooden end of a kitchen utensil (like the tiny Le Creuset spatula) to use force to slide the still-hardened-but-loosened caramel.

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hellopersimmonpie · 2 years

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Gue punya temen yang sampai sekarang nggak bisa gue temuin karena kesalahannya ngebuat gue ngerasa sakit banget. Tapi jauh di lubuk hati yang terdalam, gue memaafkan dia dan memahami bahwa manusia pasti pernah salah dan manusia bisa berubah. Gue memaafkan dia meskipun..... kalo bisa ya nggak usah ketemu :)

Sudut pandang ini ngebuat gue bisa memahami kalau misal ada orang yang sakit hati dan memilih menghindar. Mereka sangat berhak untuk melakukan itu.

Di sisi lain, gue juga pernah ada di pihak yang berbuat salah. Gue udah minta maaf tapi nggak dimaafin dan nggak disapa sampe sekarang. Apakah gue maksa untuk disapa? Kan gue udah minta maaf? Nggak juga. Gue menghargai keputusan mereka. Tapi gue tetep mendoakan semoga Allah memudahkan hidup mereka, mengangkat rasa sakitnya dan memudahkan jalan hidup gue di masa depan. Agar gue nggak menyakiti orang lain.

Tempo hari, temen gue bercerita kalau dia bikin salah. Gue mendengarkan cerita dia dengan chill. Orang yang pernah bikin salah tuh sangat perlu menyadari bahwa dia salah, meminta maaf dengan tulus dan bertanggung jawab. Lepas itu? Sebagai manusia, dia berhak untuk hidup dengan baik. Jangan diungkit-ungkit salahnya.

Everybody make mistakes. Kesalahan-kesalahan ini menjadi bagian dari hidup kita tapi tidak mewakili kita seluruhnya. Saya pernah membaca uraian Syaikh Qaradhawi tentang taubat. Beliau menjelaskan bahwa tuntunan untuk bertaubat adalah salah satu tanda kesesuaian agama dengan fitrah manusia. Tidak ada manusia yang bebas dari salah. Allah membuka rahmat yang begitu luas bagi orang-orang yang telah berbuat dosa dan ingin kembali kepada-Nya.

Tapi ya....

Kita hidup di dunia. Tidak ideal. Kadang, kita melakukan kesalahan berkali-kali. Sudah berniat taubatan nasuha tapi ya masih terjebak dengan kesalahan yang sama. Gue belajar banget untuk nggak buru-buru membenci orang yang berbuat salah meskipun kadang gue bersikap keras sekali ke mereka. Beberapa orang punya isu psikologis tanpa mereka sadari. Jadi yhaaa...... yang terpenting kita tekankan kalo ada yang bikin salah adalah.... tanggung jawab - minta maaf - jangan ulangi. Kalo terulang berkali-kali, mending ke psikolog aja.

Habis ngobrol, temen gue bilang kalo dia sedikit lebih lega dan jadi punya keberanian buat minta maaf. Dia legowo atas apapun hasilnya. Soalnya meminta maaf itu kewajiban kita. Sementara memaafkan atau tidak.... itu urusan orang yang kita mintai maaf 😆

Sikap gue ini cukup kontras dengan sikap gue bulan lalu. Gue punya temen yang udah bikin salah berkali-kali tapi nggak pernah mengakui kalo dia salah. Padahal salahnya tuh merugikan orang lain. Meskipun ya bukan ranah kriminal juga. Tipe-tipe orang toxic yang kejahatannya tuh ga kelihatan kongkrit tapi beneran ada dan sangat bisa dirasain.

Waktu itu gue bicara dengan keras:

"I demand you apologize"

Dia masih membela diri macem-macem.

"Apa yang kamu bilang tuh nggak ada artinya kalo kamu nggak minta maaf. Kamu harus minta maaf karena kamu salah. Pertama itu dulu. Kamu harus tau kalo kamu salah"

Tentunya obrolan berakhir dengan tidak nyaman. Buat gue, buat temen gue dan orang-orang di sekitar kami. Gue nggak tau ini ntar endingnya gimana.

Entahlah.

Gue tuh sebenernya bisa mentoleransi kesalahan orang. Asal nggak di level toxic.

Kita masih sama-sama belajar menjalani hidup yang nggak ada rumus pakemnya ini. Semoga Allah ngasih hidayah ke hati kita semua. Agar kita punya kesempatan untuk kembali kepada-Nya sebelum pulang ke kampung akhirat.

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