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softquietsteadylove · 9 months
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Hello beautiful! ✨🖤
I have an idea for a new AU with Thena and Gilgamesh. Gilgamesh starts at an elite culinary school where the food in each lesson is judged by strict critics.
The students in the higher classes warn the new ones that one specific critic (Thena) can never be satisfied and never gives a good review. Many students have dropped out of school because of this. But Gilgamesh wants to see for himself.
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"I heard she made everyone in her class cry in their first lesson."
"I heard that she subs in for real food critics sometimes."
"I heard that the dean himself gave her a full-ride scholarship she's so good."
Gil rolls his eyes at the classmates of his whispering - loudly - about their expected panel of judges. He doesn't think this critic can possibly be as frightening as people are making her out to be. She's just a student, like them, right?
"Can't they just put us out of our misery?" Druig grumbles next to him, shifting nervously on his feet as he looks down at his dish.
"Hey," Gil nudges his shorter, more nervous friend, "don't look so freaked out. "It's a great dish."
Druig sighs, "thanks, man. But it's not you I gotta impress, is it? It's 'em."
The door opens and three senior students step into the room.
Sersi is the top student in the Molecular Gastronomy course. She makes creations that seem transmuted right down to the atomic level, it seems sometimes. They look stunning, they're always delicious, and the way she can make one thing taste entirely different from how it looks is always a showstopper.
Phastos all but wrote the bible by which the school acts. He doesn't cook, but his knowledge of biology, chemistry, physics--is so all-encompassing that there's basically nothing he doesn't know. It is just a rumour, but supposedly he has written all the recipes the courses use for instructing students since he arrived.
Thena is last, and by far the scariest. She looks like she's never seen the sun or eaten a morsel of food, at that. Her reputation precedes her, and her perfect palette is as terrifying as it is rare. She doesn't cook either, but if there is any sort of flaw in any way, she will detect it. And she won't have the smile on her face that Sersi does when she breaks the news.
Thena stands between the other two, eyeing the class with an expression that already screams that she's not looking forward to this. "Please present your dishes."
The first two come up, their trays rattling from their nerves.
Gil watches from his table a little further in the back. Sersi and Phastos try first, giving their praise as well as gentle critiques and advice. Once Thena is done sniffing it, she takes a bite.
"You lack identity."
The whole class practically keels over. It may seem small, and maybe even nitpicky. But to hear that you - as a chef - have no identity in your food?--it's devastating.
"I would say you lack creativity, but that is not what this is," she states and sets her spoon down after the one bite. "You have replicated a family recipe in the hopes that it would convey an emotion. But the balance has been put off by your muddled intentions. It's over-seasoned, and the flavours battling for dominance has overpowered what would actually make it shine if you weren't so clumsy."
The class is practically crying for their fallen comrade. And this is round one!
Druig blows out a breath as they watch their fellow student shuffle back to his table in shame (borderline in tears). "And the Ice Queen strikes again."
Gil stares straight ahead. He shrugs, "she did give him advice, though."
Druig looks at him with wide eyes. "If I shove you into a lion's den and tell you not to die, that's advice, I s'pose."
Gil chuckles just a little, still watching eagerly, "shut up."
The critique goes on, many falling to the Ice Queen's sharp words along the way. It's not that she has nothing nice to say at all, it's just that the bad seems to always outweigh the good for her.
Sersi and Phastos offer sympathetic smiles and waves; obviously they're used to this.
"Next."
Gil and Druig approach with their trays, a plate for each judge. Druig goes first.
He clears his throat, "I-I've made a confit salmon with swiss chard gelee and potato mousseline."
Sersi smiles brightly at them, showing off what's made her such a darling of the culinary world already. "That's very impressive, Druig!"
"A lot of technique," Phastos murmurs as he takes a bite. "The textures are right, although it's maybe a little soft overall."
Druig nods, taking the criticism at face value, "thank you."
"You have too much to prove."
Gil keeps a careful eye on his tablemate. Druig is stubborn, and younger than the rest of them. She's right, she just doesn't have to say it like that.
Druig stands tall against it, though. He looks the Ice Queen in the eye as he says, "and?"
Thena raises her eyes to him. Gil sees that they're green for the first time. "You've selected the most advanced techniques you've mastered thus far, but as Phastos said, there is no cohesion to the presentation of all of them in one dish. You didn't have to make a mousse of the potatoes--in fact, potatoes are not what I would have served with salmon in the first place."
Druig crosses his arms.
"The salmon is cooked perfectly," Thena says just as cut and dry as the negative stuff. She places her fork down, again, needing only one bite of each element to make her assessment. "It only brings out that, had you leaned into your strengths instead of showcasing your weaknesses, this could be perfect."
Druig has his arguing face on, and Gil almost wonders if he should drag him back from the judging table to cool off. He rolls his eyes, though, going back into his dismissive and pouty shell for the time being. He huffs, "I'll take it."
Gil is left alone as Druig moves back to the table.
Sersi smiles, "and what have you made today?"
"Chicken and dumplings!"
A poor man's dish. Chicken stew with dumplings in it: something that needs no technique to put forth. The whole room is silent, not even trying to hide the overall horror that has descended over them.
Even Sersi strains a little to smile at him as they pull their bowls closer. "How...interesting."
"I know, I know," Gil laughs, watching as Thena draws her spoon up to smell everything. "Just hear me out."
"I made a really quick chicken stock and let it simmer while I was preparing everything else. I made it more ramen style than country chicken soup style, but I also added some cinnamon and star anise to kind of have an element of what makes pho so comforting."
"Then while that was simmering I was roasting some veg with the other half of the carcass. I mashed up and then pan fried some potatoes and there's actually a little something in those dumplings."
"Well, that certainly sounds..." Sersi trails off, looking to her left as she holds a dumpling in hand, "impressive."
Thena is smiling.
She licks her lips as she puts her spoon down, still smiling at the shimmering bowl of broth. She picks up a dumpling and her eyes spark.
"You already know, don't you?" Gil smiles sheepishly. She looks at him as she takes a bite, pulling out the cheese he put in the centre. He snickers at the look on her face. "I made a simple mash and then turned it in to a dough with some flour and a little duck egg for some bite to it. Then I added a little more potato with some butter and the little piece of cheese curd for some chew. Like a-"
"Pierogi."
Phastos pushes his glasses up his nose as Thena utters something that isn't a direct review of the food.
Gil beams, his whole chest swelling with warmth from the inside out. "You order them for lunch all the time, right? You must have made them when you were little."
Thena smiles, taking a second bite of the fried mashed potatoes and their filling. "I did."
Gil celebrates to himself a little, clenching his fist. He looks over his shoulder and gives Druig a big thumb's up.
Thena takes another bite of the soup, too, her lashes fluttering as she savours the small but deliberate spoonful. "Hm."
Gil inches forward.
"It's not...perfect."
The class lets out a collective sigh.
"But," Thena is still smiling, taking a third bite. "I think it's about as close as I've ever had."
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egophiliac · 8 months
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starting off with an amuse-bouche of some of my initial favorite bits! y'all, this update was WILD.
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puppetmaster13u · 3 months
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Prompt 191
So. Apparently immortality does in fact exist. And is apparently very easily accidentally achieved, if the fact an entire city has it now. 
The GIW will be waiting a very long time to be able to drop that ghost shield, because the city doesn’t seem to be dying out anytime soon. Or at all actually. It’s been several generations now. 
They might need to request assistance. Maybe before others start to investigate now that vigilantes are becoming a semi-common thing.
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lazylittledragon · 3 months
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did somebody say dadkarios
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stil-lindigo · 1 year
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the sunset.
a comic about two outlaws who loved each other, despite everything.
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all my other comics
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 5 months
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Let the revenge games begin.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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xiewho · 19 days
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the bad kids using the power of friendship to bring adaine's insight check from a 4 to a whole dirty 20 just to see what oisin thinks of her is peak comedy to me . the teen/highschool energy here was at full force they truly get it
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saltpepperbeard · 7 months
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Stede's Slutty Stiddy Shirt™ for @gentlebeard
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mayasaura · 1 year
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So I noticed something in Harrow the Ninth. In chapter two, when John is trying to console Harrow over having lost Gideon, he puts his hands on her shoulders, and he says "Gideon Nav did not die for nothing."
Harrow feels "a hot whistle of pain run down [her] temporal bone," which is, we know now, Harrow having a stroke as her skull alters her brain so that she hears him say 'Ortus Nigenad' instead. And she replies to him in kind, using Ortus' name. So the interesting bit is John's reaction, look:
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He had his hands on her shoulders the whole time. Physical touch negates lyctoral blindness, and she had a stroke while he was touching her. That look on his face. Is he working out an emotionally taxing anagram, or is he taking a good look at her and working out what the hell just happened? Then he says Gideon's name again, like he's running a test, and Harrow has another stroke. That's exactly the same test Mercy performed to figure out what Harrow did to her brain in chapter twenty-nine.
He knows. He's known about the lobotomy since chapter two. He thinks she did it to forget her grief and guilt, and he thinks he understands.
Which means when he 'notices' the lobotomy in this scene:
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He's not really noticing it for the first time at all. He's calling attention to it. He's just told Harrow that she didn't open the Tomb, that she's wrong about the events of her own life, and then he deliberately 'discovers' and points out her brain damage to seal the deal.
John Gaius uses: Gaslight! It's super effective.
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turtleblogatlast · 6 months
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We were robbed of a Hueso Jr. episode because good god I need he and Leo to interact.
I can just imagine an episode where a very busy Hueso has no choice but to ask Leo to babysit, and Leo’s like heck yeah I’d rock at that.
And of course Hueso is constantly like oh god what if something goes wrong that’s PEPINO he left with his CHILD.
So continuously throughout the episode he imagines the worst case scenarios for what could possibly be happening.
Every time Hueso imagines another catastrophic scenario the scene cuts back to Leo and Hueso Jr just calmly watching a movie or playing a game or something else equally as innocuous.
Eventually the worry gets to Hueso so much that he cuts his business short and races back home to see -
A peacefully sleeping Hueso Jr smiling as he lays snuggled up next to a shockingly quiet Leonardo.
He’s pleasantly surprised, and agrees to ask for Leo again next time he needs a babysitter.
Or, as it seems he may need to, when Hueso Jr. wants Leo to visit.
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skrunksthatwunk · 21 days
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non-comprehensive haruhi autism creature comp
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i mean just look at him she's literally
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gravehags · 4 months
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romancing cardinal copia, a moodboard
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jessaerys · 9 months
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sun visits the moon at spk headquarters and gets so so so sleepy
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undead-knick-knack · 1 month
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@the-relvin-temult Is this what you had in mind?
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mirabel-on-a-bicycle · 2 months
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easily the best scene in the whole goddamn show.
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blueskittlesart · 1 year
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wait hang on youre the oot person And the botw hairstyles person so concept: oot link but his hair kept growing during his 7 years nap
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i do already draw adult time with slightly longer hair than canon bc of the 7 year nap but i love drawing long hair so much so. yeah.
(also bonus canon-compliant hair content:)
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