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All Lore from the Dragon Age: Official Cookbook: Taste of Thedas

This is going to be a long post with all the lore from the cookbook collected in one post. This is only going to be counting the lore in the "blurbs" so to speak as the actual recipes themselves, which are not meant to be set in-world.

Additionally, it should be noted that I am unable to say one way or the other if the props used in the photos or the etching art shown on some recipes are to be taken as reflecting the canon the cookbook narrator is in. For the sake of completeness, I have included the less conclusive elements.

Shoving everything below the cut for length as well as to help people avoid spoilers. Think I got everything... There is a lot in this book honestly.

Cookbook Lore

World State

Cassandra is Divine.

The Hero of Ferelden is a Cousland Warden.

The Warden gave Leliana Schmooples.

Hawke is a non-mage, as Varric knows Bethany.

Hawke is diplomatic in personality.

Bull's Chargers, Krem, and Bull are all alive.

Cullen stayed off lyrium.

Celene is empress; Briala and Gaspard are still alive.

Alistair is king.

Varric is viscount.

Uncertain aspects of the world state:

The suggested lore based on the art, props used in photos, and vague wording in blurbs. These are not for certain this is the canon.

Briala is described as a spymaster and lover, implying she was possibly reunited with Celene.

Celene, Briala, and Gaspard are possibly working together in the truce. But the wording is vague it could simply be Celene ruling alone while Briala and Gaspard live.

Cole was encouraged to be more human and is traveling with Maryden Halewell.

Cullen got his mabari.

Josephine was romanced by the Inquisitor.

Morrigan has Keiran.

The Hero of Ferelden romanced King Alistair.

Food Lore

Lentils and onions are common ingredients to find in pantries across Thedas.

Ferelden has reliable access to tomatoes that allows them to use them regularly in their food.

Fereldans are known for their love of soups, stews, pickled eggs, and turnips that it is regularly joked about and seen as a stereotype. Devon regularly comments on the known expectations.

Turnip and Mutton Pie is a classic Fereldan dish served in taverns across the nation.

Nevarra food culture holds that food is suppose to be a feast for the eyes and mouth. Leading to their plating to be dazzling and seen as works of art.

The Jade Ham, is a smoked Anderfels ham with a particular glaze made from wildflowers and turns the ham as hard as jade.

The Anderfels are hostile and often considered inhospitible in certain areas. But despite the harsh environment, pigs farm well there and as a result are much larger than elsewhere in Thedas.

There are custard connoisseurs across Thedas.

Lichen ale is toxic, though most dwarves are able to handle it. However, non-dwarves can only tolerate a few sips of the drink.

Isabela has a drinking game based on how many enemies you have, it has killed at least one person.

The Rivaini tea blend is said to have healing properties such as helping alleviate headaches.

Dwarves underground raise giant spiders like people on the surface raise cattle and goats.

Orzammar has a contest where one is crowned as Orzammar's Best Sauce, the competition is so fierce people get underhanded in their attempts to acquire recipes. This has led to eateries, and in general people of Orzammar, to guard their recipes from others.

Orzammar also farms various mushrooms for eating.

Rice is commonly found in Antiva and Rivain, however it is not a large export for Antiva so it is a rare grain for folks in Ferelden. Due to it not being exported, rice is a cheap food item in Antiva and is very common in the more mundane foods of commoners.

Wyvern, like phoenix, can become deadly poisonous if eaten when they aren't prepared properly.

A jam maker lives in Orzammar, importing individual ingredients so they can make the jam themselves and hopefully sell it cheaper than imported jam.

Fauna

Mentioned through out the cookbook, not necessarily as ingredients themselves but sources for other food items.

Ayesleigh gulabi goat - Rivain

Cattle

Cave Beetles - Underground

Chicken

Crab

Cuttlefish

Dracolisk

Giant

Giant Spider

Goat

Gurgut

Halla

Lamprey

Lurker

Mackerel

Mussel

Nug

Pig

Prawn

Quillback

Sheep

Shrimp

Snail

Turkey

Wyvern

Additional Lore

The golden nug statues do exist in Thedas, Devon mentions seeing one in Haven and hearing rumors of there being more.

Fereldans who worked for the Inquisition would leave Commander Cullen pickled eggs on his desk while he was going through the worst of his lyrium withdrawal symptoms.

Spring time is gurgut mating season, and travelers are advised to keep their distance.

Starkhaven is oval in shape, shaped by rings of tall, grey stone walls, is filled with lavish estates, fountains, and sits on the Minanter River.

Makes reference to the ambient events of where Cole dumped a bushel of turnips onto a fire.

Food: Dishes, Ingredients, and More

Foods/Dishes

These are mentioned, referenced, and/or introduced in the cookbook description of the food, these aren't including the ingredients or foods mentioned in the recipes.

If the item is marked with **, it means there are multiple cultures with the same dish but the cookbook is offering specifically that as the reference point.

Apple Grenade - Antiva

Bark Bread - suggested alternative to black lichen

Biscuit

Biscuit, sweets

Black Lichen Bread - Orzammar

Blancmange - a white pudding dish from Orlais

Blood Orange Salad - Nevarra

Boiled Turnip

Bun

Bun, sweet - a pastry served as dessert

Cabbage Soup - Ferelden

Cacio e Pepe

Cherry Sauce

Cherry Cupcakes - Tevinter

Chocolate Cake

Chocolate Cream

Cinnamon Rolls

Couscous Salad - Rivain

Crab Cakes - Kirkwall

Croissant - Orlais

Crow Feed - Antiva

Custard

Dark Bread

Eggs à la Val Foret - Orlais

Fish Chowder - Antiva

Fish Wraps/Fish Pockets - Seheron

Flat Bread - Nevarra

Fluffy Mackerel Pudding - Ferelden

Forest Fruit Cobbler - Dalish

Found Cake - Ferelden

Fried Crab Legs - a substitute version of fried young giant spiders

Fried Young Giant Spiders - Orzammar

Gnocchi - Antiva

Goat Custard - Rivain **

Grilled Poussin - Chasind

Gurgut Roast with Lowlander Spices and Mushroom Sauce - Avvar

Hearth Cakes - Dalish

Hearty Scones - Ferelden

Honey Carrots - Orlais **

Jade Ham - More suited for a weapon, stated to not be suited for eating.

Lamprey Cake - not made of real lamprey, just a cake modeled after it.

Lentil Soup - City Elf **

Llomerryn Red - Rivain

Mashed Turnip

Merrill's Blood Soup - Dalish

Mushroom Sauce

Nettle Soup - origins unclear

Nug Bacon and Egg Pie - Ferelden

Paella - Antiva

Pastry Pockets - recipe originates with the Grey Wardens, cookbook provides the Orlesian Grey Warden variation **

Peasant Bread - Orlais

Pickled Eggs - Ferelden

Pickled Lamprey - Free Marches

Poached Egg

Poison Stings - Chocolate-coated orange peels from Tevinter

Potato and Leek Soup - Ferelden

Pumpkin Bread - Tevinter

Red Grape Compote

Rice Pudding - Tevinter

Roasted Fig

Roasted Cave Beetles - Orzammar

Roasted Prawns - a substitute prawns for cave beetles

Roasted Turnip

Roll, pastry

Snail and Watercress Salad - Avvar

Sour Cherries in Cream - Orlais

Spiced Jerky - Dalish

Steamed Turnip

Stir-fried Turnip

Strawberry and Rhubarb Cobbler - Ferelden

Stuffed Cabbage - Ferelden

Stuffed Deep Mushrooms - Orzammar

Stuffed Vine Leaves - Tevinter

Sweet and Sour Cabbage Soup - Ferelden

Toasted Almonds

Traviso Energy Balls - Antiva

Tzatziki - Tevinter

Turnip and Mutton Pie - Ferelden

Unidentified Meat - a common tavern food in Tevinter

Yogurt Dip - Nevarra

Drinks

Chasind Sack Mead

Chasind Wildwine

The Emerald Valley

The Golden Nug

The Hissing Drake

Hot Chocolate

Lichen Ale

Pomegranate Juice

Rivaini Tea Blend

West Hill Brandy

White Seleney wine

Ingredients

These are only listed in the lore entries and not the actual recipes themselves as whether or not they are canon is questionable as the recipes recommend store bought items as well as ingredients that have unique Thedosian counterpart names.

Almond

Antivan Pasta

Apple

Apricot

Bacon

Bacon, Nug

Bark

Barley

Beef

Beetroot

Bell Pepper, red

Bitter Greens - this is a class of salad greens known for their bitter flavor.

Black Lichen - Underground

Blood Orange - Nevarra

Butter

Butter, Halla

Cabbage

Cave Beetles

Celery

Cinammon

Cheese

Cherry

Cherry, black

Cherry, sweet

Chicken

Chickpea - Rivain

Chocolate

Cocoa Powder

Corn, yellow

Corn, checkered

Couscous - Rivain

Crab

Cranberry

Currant

Deep Mushroom, various varieties

Dracolisk - The narrator suggests it being a potential meat in a recipe in Tevinter.

Dried Fruit

Eggs

Fig

Flour, semolina - Rivain

Giant - Suggested that Tevinter might serve giant

Giant Spiders - Underground

Goat

Grape, red

Grape Leaves/Vine Leaves

Grease

Guimauves - Orlesian

Gurgut - Avvar

Heavy Cream

Honey

Jasmine

Mackerel

Mango

Mint

Mussel

Mutton

Lamb

Lamprey

Leek

Lemon

Lemon Juice

Lemon Verbena

Lentil

Lichen

Licorice Root

Lurker - Avvar

Oat

Oil

Onion

Oregano

Pastry Dough

Peanut

Peanut Butter

Peppers, Hot

Peppermint

Plum

Pork

Potato

Prawn - said to have the same texture and flavor as cave beetles.

Puff Pastry - Orlais

Pumpkin

Quillback

Raisin

Raspberry

Rhubarb

Rice - Antiva and Rivain

Salt

Semolina Flour - Rivain

Shrimp

Snail - Avvar

Spinach

Strawberry

Sugar

Tomato

Turkey

Turnip

Watercress - Avvar

Wheat

Whipped Cream

White Chocolate

Wildflowers

Wyvern - Avvar, Orlais

Charts and Stats

Because I love a good visual rep of data, I collected some stats of the types of food, how many recipes are from where, and the amount of time a character was mentioned.

Types of Food

I did percentages for the course of food as well as the portion of options that are vegetarian, vegan, dairy-free, meat based, and alcoholic.

Food Types Stats

These charts show the ingredient percentage in the actual recipes and not the lore blurbs themselves. This is out of 72 recipes with the amount they were used in (-) after their percentage.

Left Hand Chart

Alcohol: 14.6% (27)

Dairy-free: 15.7% (29)

Egg-free: 25.4% (47)

Meat based: 16.2% (30)

Nuts: 3.1% (6)

Shellfish: 2.6% (5)

Vegan: 4.2% (8)

Vegetarian: 20.4% (39)

Top Right Chart

Alcohol: 37.5% (27)

Alcohol-free: 62.5% (45)

Bottom Right Chart

Beef: 11.4% (4)

Chicken: 17.1% (6)

Fish: 17.1% (6)

Lamb: 5.7% (2)

Pork: 28.6% (10)

Shellfish: 14.3% (5)

Turkey: 5.7% (2)

Percentage of Recipe Origins

Anderfels: 1.4%

Antiva: 11%

Avvar: 6.8%

Chasind: 2.7%

City Elves: 2.7%

Dalish: 6.8%

Ferelden: 15.1%

Free Marches: 5.5% Kirkwall: 2.7% Starkhaven: 2.7%

Grey Wardens: 1.4%

Nevarra: 2.7%

Orlais: 13.7%

Orzammar: 9.6%

Rivain: 4.1%

Seheron: 1.4%

Tevinter: 9.6%

Character Mentions

I organized the chart by game and the characters in alphabetical order.

DAO Alistair: 2 Dog: 2 Hero of Ferelden (Cousland): 6 Leliana: 1 Loghain: 1 Morrigan: 1 Sten: 1 Zevran Arainai: 2

DA2 Anders: 2 Bethany: 1 Fenris: 3 Hawke: 1 Isabela: 1 Merrill: 2 Sebastian Vael: 1 Varric: 3

DAI Briala: 1 Bull's Chargers: 2 Cassandra: 2 Celene Valmont: 1 Cole: 2 Cullen: 3 Dorian: 2 Friends of Red Jenny: 1 Gaspard: 1 Josephine: 3 Krem: 2 Sera: 1 Solas: 4 The Iron Bull: 4 Vivienne: 2

Food Courses

I thought it would be interesting to see how the recipe groups totaled out in how much of the book they made.

Drinks: 12.5%

Baked Goods: 13.9%

Sweets: 11.1%

Sides: 5.6%

Starters and Refreshments: 12.5%

Travel Food: 13.9%

Soup and Stew: 11.1%

Main Course: 19.4%

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frankcastleonlyfans · 1 year

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Hi! Darling, I was wondering if you can make a fic or oneshot where in mom!reader is like eating her pregnancy cravings and dad!daemon like doing everything he can to make pregnancy cravings requests possible and mom!reader is like i want a roasted chicken or barbecue but it has to be cooked by a dragon fire and dad!daemon is like casually requesting caraxes to make fire or cook the chicken or any meat his holding out in front of caraxes to cook it and the guards, dragon keepers and servants are like wtf 😶 because this man is doing everything his lady pregnant wife is requesting! 😂🖤 and also like the mom!reader is like near daemon waiting and excitedly watching because she is excited too eat the roasted meat! 😋🍖🖤 sorry for the long request is fine if you can't make it i enjoy and love the fics you make! 🖤🖤🖤

𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

pairing: dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader

warnings: just fluff this time, lots and lots of fluff

author's note: hi nonnie, my love!!! i'm so sorry, i tried to make a drabble out of it, but i couldn't write it so i did this headcanon. i hope you still enjoy :( <3

reblogs, feedbacks and likes are appreciated. support your content creators 💓 please leave a comment if you like my work, and enjoy your reading.

dad!daemon x mom!reader au masterlist

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During your late pregnancy, you had some weird cravings.

And Daemon, like a good husband, got for you everything you wished for.

So when you craved boar stew, Daemon had to hunt a wild boar just for you.

And when you wished for oysters, but the ones from the coast of Dragonstone, he got it for you.

And when you pratically cried for a huge and spicy mutton, Daemon was there, cutting it in pieces to feed you.

But this time, you woke up with the strangest of wishes.

"Daemon." You called in his ear, stirring him awake, "Daemon, I'm craving roasted pork."

He opened his eyes and stared at you. He wanted to whine for being ripped out of his dreamland, but you were looking at him with your pouty lips and huge begging eyes.

"What's the catch this time?" Daemon questioned.

"...roasted in dragonfire." You murmured in the crook of his neck, hiding your face as he chuckled.

"I can't believe I am actually doing this."

That's how you both ended up inside the dragonpit in the early morning. Daemon requested for a huge pig to be brought, and asked someone to bring him Caraxes.

You gave little jumps excitedly, mostly for the food, but also because the whole situation was so funny.

The dragon keepers brought Caraxes, and stared at you both like you were crazy.

And the pig couldn't stop screaming.

"Hello, boy." You smiled as the dragon stretched its huge neck and leaned its muzzle on you.

"Caraxes, stop snuggling with Y/N and please just burn the pig." Daemon pinched the bridge of his nose, watching you play with the huge animal.

You missed your sweet Vermithor so much, it's been months since you last saw any dragon.

"C'mon boy, make me a roast!" You clapped as the dragon turned towards the swine.

"Dracarys." Daemon commanded, and the dragon spilled his fire so fast that the pig could not react. It was so hot and quick that was painless.

The pig was still in his feet, burned on the outside and deliciously cooked on the inside.

"Ooh, good boy Caraxes!" You praised, hugging his warm muzzle. He huffled in your body.

"Don't I get a hug after all this?" Daemon pouted.

You walked towards Daemon and kissed him sweetly, making the guards and dragon keepers turn around to give you privacy.

"Now, you get a kiss. After I feast in that pork, you get the whole meal." You smirked, biting his lip.

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen imagines #dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au #dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader headcanons #dad!daemon targaryen au #house of the dragon imagines

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theforbidfruit · 2 days

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MK1 Reader different from previous timeline versions

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[Note: Previous timeline Reader is a Black Dragon member from Mk Deception to Mk 10. They’re gender neutral and love to verbally attack their members.]

[Warning]: Cussing, verbal violence and threats of elders

Geras: Out of all your previous counterparts. You are most in zen.

Reader: oh? What was I like in previous timelines?

——-Reader in previous timelines———

Reader: *points at Kabal* I WILL GET YOUR F*CKING GRANDMA!!!

Kabal: Leave her out of this!

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Tremor: Are you calm now?

Reader: aRe YoU CaLm NoW- SHUT UP! Just shut up and let me throw this man off the balcony!

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Reader: *talking to Erron* Every time Kano gets on my nerves, I put a coin in a sock and I have a weapon to beat the mutton chops out of him.

Erron Black: I love advices from you…

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Kano: Come back to Australia with me. You’ll love it. The places, food, me-

Reader: Nof*ckoffohmygodjustleave.LEAVE BEFORE I SNITCH TO SONYA WHERE YOU PUT THE NEXT WEAPON SHIPMENTS

Kano: Snitches get stitches.

Reader: and Pricks get the bricks!

———

Kabal: someone should put you down like a dog.

Reader: SOMEONE SHOULD PUT YOUR GRANDMA IN A BOX FLOATING DOWN THE RIVER KABAL!!

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Kira: isn’t that your 3rd slice of cake?

Reader: Don’t worry about me with my cake! You should be worried about your man eating someone else’s cake!

Kira: NO THE F*CK YOU DIDN’T GO THERE

Reader: YES I DID AND ILL GO DEEPER LIKE YOUR MAN WITH SOME OTHER GIRL-

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Kobra: Y/n sometimes I think you don’t respect me…

Reader: Oh Kobra. You’re right I don’t respect you and I hope you fall and eat sh*t everyday. Now let’s go back to work!

———

Jerek: F*CK the Police!!

Reader: Mmhmm~ *glances at Stryker*

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[Note: I wonder is MK1 Reader and PrevTime Reader would be friends?]

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yanderes-galore · 4 months

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Yandere Gruesome Goregripper(Pet-Like)

Sure! Here's my take!

Yandere! Gruesome Goregripper Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Animal/Pet-Like

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Overprotective dragon, Violence, Blood, Rampage/Murder, Kidnapping, Sabotage, Possessive behavior, Forced companionship.

This dragon is a hybrid of a Deathgripper and a Crimson Goregutter.

It's a hybrid of one of the most aggressive dragons and one of the more docile dragons.

Gruesome Goregrippers typically inherit the personality of their Deathgripper parent, a violent/aggressive demeanor towards those around it.

However, if trained, they develop the more docile nature of their Crimson Goregutter parent.

These dragons are often trained through food and gentle interactions.

When you gain their trust they become loyal to their rider.

Now let's mention their physical capabilities before I get into their behavior with you.

Gruesome Goregripper's are capable of shooting acid blasts like their Deathgripper parent.

This dragon also has a venom stinger that causes dragons to react aggressively.

This dragon has retractable tusks just like a Deathgripper.

While these dragons inherit abilities similar to their Deathgripper parent, they are tanky like their Crimson Goregutter parent.

These dragons are tanks and would be defensive of their rider once they trust them.

They are large and would tower over you.

When you meet yours they act aggressive at first.

That is until you try to stay calm and pass them food.

They have their sting at the ready but you don't make any threatening moves.

You just watch as they eat their food, be it fish or some sort of mutton.

It takes time and a lot of similar interactions… but soon the hulking dragon begins to trust you.

I don't imagine these dragons are all that clingy due to their Deathgripper genes.

They are solitary and tank-like dragons.

They are loyal and have a soft spot towards you but aren't overwhelmingly suffocating.

I have a feeling their violent behavior shows through towards others.

While they aren't the cuddliest they are certainly possessive.

Your Gruesome Goregripper may keep their distance, but you can notice their stinger twitch as you speak with others or have other dragons.

If you had other dragons, imagine your Gruesome Goregripper frames them with their venom.

Oh no… your other dragons have gone feral?

It's time you get rid of them….

Who knows, maybe that'll drive you closer to your Gruesome Goregripper.

When it comes to humans they have to be more careful.

They can't just sting or kill them….

As a result they may just try to scare them off.

I like to imagine they act solitary and pretend they don't like affection.

In reality they adore it even if they don't beg for it.

I doubt wild dragons will be coming near you with this behemoth hovering over you.

They are strong, venomous, and extremely lethal.

They may be docile and slightly teasing around you, but they are still able to be a killer.

If you were ever hurt they'd snap out of their usual stoic mood and go on a rampage.

You matter a lot to this dragon, to the point that they'll sabotage others around you.

Despite their looks they aren't that dumb.

They know what they're capable of.

They just distract you from their plans by throwing you onto their back and taking you on rides.

Don't you feel safe with them as your main dragon?

They'll prevent any foe from harming you.

Your Gruesome Goregripper is fully capable of murder.

They try not to so they don't disappoint you.

But… a rampage?

Imagine this:

You get injured, maybe during some sort of practice or dragon training.

The sight of you being injured sends this dragon into a rage.

Sent into blind rage… this behemoth of a dragon doesn't look at what they destroy.

People… buildings… other dragons….

By the end of the carnage your dragon is covered in wounds and gore.

You're sent into complete fear when your dragon stumbles towards you, a look in their eyes.

They toss you up onto their back like you're nothing and take off.

Your village is nearly decimated all because you got hurt…

Now where are you? In isolation? Alone with a dragon who took your future from you?

This dragon may not be the most affectionate or open with their attachments.

Yet the moment you're injured…

They're ruthless with their rage.

#yandere how to train your dragon #yandere httyd #yandere gruesome goregripper #yandere dragon #overprotective dragon

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daydreaming-en-pointe · 5 months

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⌦ .｡ guys, the desis are at it again… .:*♡

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x fem!Indian!Reader (Platonic!!) (Gwen, Miles and Hobie are there too)

Type: Oneshot - Fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Usage of Hindi ig? (It’s all translated dw) Some cussing, Indian-British jokes and I think that’s it

A/N: I had this in my drafts for a while and only finished it now after eating the spiciest samosa I have ever had in my life so yay :D

I know it makes more sense for Pavi to be a strictly vegetarian Hindu considering how he got his powers, but here he eats chicken and mutton because some of the spiciest Indian dishes I’ve ever tried have meat in them (COUGH COUGH LAAL MAAS)

Also uh I hc that Pavitr’s middle name is Bhim after his uncle bc yk Peter has Benjamin so he has Bhim

“How the hell are you doing this?!”

Gwen forfeited by chugging a glass of water after a bite of the biriyani, joining Miles on the couch where he was still wheezing slightly, his eyes watering and throat burning from the spice.

“They’re bloody insane, Gwendy. They’re Indian and they ‘ave a spice tolerance that could put dragons to shame. Wha’ d’ya expect?” Hobie, sprawled precariously on the edge of the sofa arm, stole a piece from the bowl of butter chicken that lay forgotten on the side, gleefully watching you two. He had done the smart thing and quit fairly early into the round, before the food actually got spicy.

You faced off from Pavitr across the coffee table, sitting cross-legged and eating a bowl of the spiciest biriyani you both had ever tasted. You could see small tears pricking the corner of his eyes. You were almost tempted to call him a coward, but you figured that wouldn’t go so well since you could feel your eyes watering too.

See, if he hadn’t challenged you to a spice-tolerance taste test contest then this wouldn’t be happening. He could’ve kept quiet while you accidentally choked on a samosa and not assumed it was from the spice level (which wasn’t even that high), but noooo. He had to make a comment about how he could take more spice than you could.

So, technically, this whole thing was his fault.

And that was why you both were kneeling at a coffee table in Maya Aunty’s house, stuffing your faces with the spiciest foods you could find. So far, you had gotten through Maya Aunty’s saag paneer and dal makhani without any rice, which would have been a feat in itself… to anyone less competitive.

Hell, you had even gotten through dhansak and vindaloo without batting an eyelid, much less reaching for a glass of water. But for some reason a single bowl of this damn mutton biriyani was making both of you sniffle like sick kittens.

“Didi, I’m going chutney you,” Pavitr gritted his teeth and forced down another bite of the biriyani. You copied his movements, feeling the masala burn in your throat as you swallowed. (Didi means sister, usually a term of respect for someone you consider a sister and they’re older than you)

“Hei bhaghvaan, apni chachi ne ismain kya rakha?” (Oh God, what did your aunt put in this?) You coughed slightly and Pavitr dropped his forehead onto the table, groaning slightly like he was dying. Which, in all honesty, didn’t feel that far from the truth.

“I don’t know! All I know is that biriyani isn’t supposed to be this spicy!”

“‘Ey, Miles. ‘Ow much you wanna bet that Pavitr folds first? ‘E’s practically turnin’ red, isn’t ‘e - y’alright, bruv?” Hobie smirked down at you both, his border flickering. You snorted in amusent then immediately regretted it since some of the masala was now caught in your nose and oh, good grief, you could feel it burning.

Pavitr glared up at him. “You’re one to talk, Hobes. Didn’t you quit when we just started off? Arre, poor little Britisher couldn’t take the heat? Angrezi log ham jaise masale nahi kha sakhte.” (English/British people can’t eat spices like we can)

Hobie raised an eyebrow as Pavitr bit down on a green chilli that had been mixed into the rice and doubled over, tears streaming out of his eyes.

“Maybe it’s best if you call it a draw? I mean-” Miles shut his mouth quickly when you turned to glare at him.

“I’m not stopping till Pavitr Bhim Prabhakar admits that I can eat more spice than him.” You emphasised his middle and last name, narrowing your eyes as Pavitr weakly flipped you off without lifting his head.

Hobie chuckled softly. “Fuckin’ ‘ell, Pavi, she’s bringin’ in the full name. Take it from me, mate, you’re screwed when she does tha’.”

“Shut up before I use your full name,” You warned, turning your wrathful gaze on him. “We both know you wouldn’t want me to do that.”

His eyes widened and he mimed zipping his lips and tossing the key away. Miles looked at you curiously, tilting his head to the side. “Wait, what’s Hobie’s full name?”

“Funny you should ask, Kilometer Morality,” Pavitr muttered under his breath, his forehead still resting on the table. You had learnt about half an hour ago that when Pavitr got a spice overload he tended to make random “snarky” quips which usually didn’t make any sense.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go get some ice cream for when this thing blows up,” Gwen got up from the couch, giving Pavitr a sympathetic pat on the shoulder and moving to the kitchen.

“Wimp,” You muttered to Pavitr as a tear rolled down your cheek. Forget burning, your tongue was almost going numb from the sheer amount of masala that you were trying to ingest.

“Weakling,” He countered as a bead of sweat trailed down the side of his forehead. You shovelled another spoon of the biriyani into your mouth, relief flooding you as the spoon hit the bottom of the bowl. Good, you had almost finished. But would you make it that far?

Pavitr tentatively took a bite and immediately choked, giving in and reaching for one of the two bowls of curd sitting appetisingly in the centre of the table. He was essentially tapping out.

You threw your arms in the air triumphantly, almost giddy with victory. Actually, maybe that was from the spice. Yep, definitely the spice.

You downed the bowl of curd, letting out a long sigh of relief as the cold, thick liquid dowsed your tongue and took the initial edge of the buildup of spice away. Gwen returned just in time to see Pavitr and you lapping at the curd as if you were a pair of stray cats, like the ones you both faithfully fed and played with.

“I take it you won?” She asked you, her eyes sparkling a little bit in amusement as she saw Pavitr drop his head down onto the table the moment he properly realised that he had lost. She slid two cups of vanilla ice cream to you. A little basic, maybe, but still good and definitely a relief to your mouth.

“Barely,” You admitted, taking a small spoon from her. “Arre, Pavi. Don’t feel bad. Hum donon ne apana sarvashreshth prayaas kiya, naa? C’mon, sit up.” (We both tried our best, right?)

“Haan, Didi,” He grumbled sulkily, lifting his chin as you fed him the ice cream from his bowl. (Haan just means yes)

“Let’s do something else. Should we get Hobie to pronounce the names of these foods?”

“Oh, sure, throw the British guy under the bus,” Hobie protested, but a fond smile was tugging at the corner of his mouth as Pavitr chuckled softly.

“To be fair, you are in Mumbattan right now,” You pointed out, and Hobie heaved an exaggerated sigh, a grin already forming on his mouth as he prepared to butcher the pronunciations on purpose to get a reaction out of you and cheer up Pavitr.

“Fair enough. Alrigh’… That’s, uh… that’s sag panner, and that’s…”

@l0starl @hobiebrownismygod @therealloopylupin2099

#⋆·˚ 🌹 ༘ * — 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗶’𝘀 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨!#⋆·˚ 🌺 ༘ * — 𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨!#atsv #across the spiderverse #pavitr prabhakar #atsv pavitr #spiderverse pavitr #spiderman india #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr prabhakar x you #pavitr prabhakar x fem!reader #pavitr prabhakar x indian!reader #pavitr prabhakar x desi!reader #spiderman india x reader #pavitr my beloved #desi reader

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paldean-sandwich-rater · 4 months

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A sandwich.

It contains ice cream, whipped cream, sponge cake, meat balls, broccoli, pineapple, strawberries, tomatoes, lettuce, rice, noodles, mac and cheese, bacon, beef jerky, dried fish, seaweed, one of every Pokemon berry, jam, olive oil, lotus, dragon fruit, ravioli, ramen, tempura, teriyaki chicken, macaroons, escargots, mint, pepper, salt, sugar, croquettes, pickles, apples, avocados, sausages, bell peppers, grapes, pizza, a donut, cheese, more cheese, even more cheese, mushrooms, mustard, olives, a fried egg, a scrambled egg, blueberries, a poached egg, chawanmushi, a red bean bun, mochi, bbq sauce, chicken nuggets, french fries, takoyaki, pancakes, mackerel, salmon, coffee beans, spinach, a tiny bit of corn cream soup, ramensanga, fettucine alfredo, a plain bagel, pretzels, chocolate chip cookies, sweet potato, yam, potato, scallions, scallops, squid, crab stick, fish balls, fish cakes, oyster sauce, silken tofu, barley, cereal, paprika, oysters, red snapper, sea bass, plums, bean sprouts, garlic, string cheese, camembert, swiss cheese, mozzarella, parmesan cheese, yogurt, brinjal, a macdonald’s happy meal (without the toy and the packaging of course), truffles, caviar, tapioca balls, fried chicken, century eggs, cake sprinkles, dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate, milk tea (just a tinge), coffee (also a tinge), pudding, pumpkin, honey, mutton, mashed potatoes, bananas, icelandic fermented shark that they bury in the ground for months, raisins, dried mangoes, a drop of water, jelly, nata de coco, prunes, roasted pork, rosemary, bee pollen, peas, deer meat, rabbit meat, fish maw, ham, turkey, m&ms, chub, fufu, watermelon, winter melon, rock melon, coffee jelly, cacao, carrots, blueberries, black tea, dumplings, carrot cake, beetroot, purple cabbage, corn, celery, edamame, red beans, black beans, green beans, kidney beans, cashews, peanuts, pecans, sunflower seeds, walnuts, chickpeas, almonds, daikon, MSG, tamales, anchovies, tabbouleh, lions mane mushroom, chicken of the woods, kelp, octopus, durian, kimchi, crème fraîche, popcorn, cotton candy, everything bagel seasoning, capers, pears, marinara sauce, bittercress, butter cream, every single iteration of galarian curry, sushi, sashimi, kale and a very very specific ramen bowl (without the actual bowl) from a very particular shop located in Iwatodai.

And the top and bottom buns are somehow made from 50 different kinds of bread in a checker box pattern.

It comes with a picture.

Ingredients: I am not typing all of that out again. What the fuck.

Smell: You’ve taken an entire food court’s worth of food and made it into a sandwich. This isn’t even possible. Why am I considering this. 3/5

Taste: How do you eat this. 2/5

Texture: You get like 5 different foods every bite. This is not balanced. There is no harmony. This sandwich is the embodiment of disorder and chaos. 1/5

Presentation: The fact that this even looks sandwich adjacent is a fucking miracle. You don’t get full points though. Because I don’t like you. 3/5

Would Chunk Eat It?: He would eat maybe 1/50th of it. So no. 1/5

Final Score: 2/5

Critic’s Notes: Why would you waste this much food. Just host a party. Donate it. Something fucking anything I am begging at this point.

#asks #sandwich rating #anon sandwich sub(mission)

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dragon-chica · 1 year

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Taking Stiles Stilinski to the Ren Faire

Fandom: Teen Wolf

What has my coworker made me into taking me to a ren faire.

Reminder, there are male corsets, and they are sexy as fuck. This is not an afab only treat.

Okay, he has never been to a ren faire but has secretly wanted to go so bad.

Like the first time he went to a princess/knights/dragon themed party as a kid, that was it.

His mom mentioned someday they should take him to a ren faire and when she told him what it was there were stars in his eyes.

He never got to though.

One one hand he was hyperventilating overhearing you like and go to them.

On the other you know how he tries to 'act cool' because he's and idiot and tries saying that's lame, with a strain to his voice because he wants to go so bad.

Scott's the one who spills his secret, confused little head tilt and

"Didn't you always want to go to one of those when we were kids?"

Tries shushing Scott and pulling him away from you and threatening wolfsbane.

Read the room McCall.

But because you know this idiot you eventually end up inviting him to go along with you, and there's no way he would turn down an actual invitation.

So freaking excited, wants to put out a warning message to all things supernatural not to DARE fuck this up the day of the ren faire (going first day for best vendors, duh.)

He wants your help and opinions for an outfit, he will not go naked. has a huge pinterest board on a hidden account for inspo.

Ends up with a simple costume and cape because you remind him there will be so much stuff he'll want to get for his garb there.

At your house and hour early and practically vibrating when you were already planning to leave to arrive when it starts.

He sees you still getting ready and jaw drops. You decided to get dressed at home this time and he sees you adjusting yourself in your corset.

audibly squeaks when you suck in, pull the strings and cinch your corset. His mouth is open and his eyes are so wide.

Oh god. Oh god. he's dying right now.

From excited rambles about getting there on time to barely a peep as you finish up and usher him out the door.

So excited as soon as he's out of the jeep, bouncing on his feet looking out at all the stalls and tents.

Definitely makes sure you get dragon legs (smoked turkey legs) to eat and disappointed when you inform him that mutton is actually lamb.

Kid in a candy store running around, loves listening to the minstrels and buys cds.

For trying to deny interest, he is acting like the biggest nerd there. Dragging you around the check out every stall and being a little miffed when there's some 'too modern' things for sale.

You HAVE to go watch the sword fighting.

"Psh, I've fought werewolves. I could take that guy." You tell him to challenge the big guy with a wooden sword fighting little kids and he's on his ass in no time. Made the guy's day though/

His allowance and entire budget usually saved for buying Lydia gifts goes to good items and merch.

He wants to get you something matching and will really scrutinize things at random??

Loves getting pamphlets for future ren faires, always asking when you're going next. You smirk at him send Scott pictures throughout the day.

If there's stuff like jousting he is at the front of the crowd whether you're there or not.

Is so glad there's multiple changing tents so he can put on his new things immediately.

Absolutely wipeD and falls asleep on the couch still in his cape and amazon-discount leather boots. His Dad just gives you a tired questioning look and goes on his way. Makes sure the cape has him covered for the night.

The next day your friends ask if he had a good time, knowing full well with all the pictures and little videos they got.

He tries to play it off and just say how it "wasn't too bad, the drag-turkey legs were pretty good." You just roll your eyes and Malia punches his shoulder.

#Stiles Stilinski x reader #Stiles Stilinski imagine #Teen Wolf x reader #Teen Wolf imagine #Teen Wolf #my stuff

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artist-tyrant · 12 days

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"In the great ages, man had vital relation with man, with woman: and beyond that, with the cow, the lion, the bull, the cat, the eagle, the beetle, the serpent. And beyond these, with narcissus and anemone, mistletoe and oak-tree, myrtle, olive, and lotus. And beyond these with humus and slanting water, cloud-towers and rainbow and the sweeping sun-limbs. And beyond that, with sun and moon, the living night and the living day. Do you imagine the great realities, even the ram of Amon, are only symbols of something human? Do you imagine the great symbols, the dragon, the snake, the bull, only refer to bits, qualities or attributes of little man? It is puerile. The puerility, the puppyish conceit of modern […] humanity is almost funny. Amon, the great ram, do you think he doesn’t stand alone in the universe, without your permission, oh cheap little man? Just because he’s there, do you think you bred him, out of your own almightiness, you cheap-jack? Amon, the great ram! Mithras, the great bull! The mistletoe on the tree. Do you think, you stuffy little human fool sitting in a chair and wearing lambswool underwear, and eating your mutton and beef under the Christmas decoration, do you think then that Amon, Mithras, mistletoe, and the whole Tree of Life were just invented to contribute to your complacency?"

– D. H. Lawrence, Aristocracy

#me

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dinobelly · 1 year

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Since I made that post about pred swallowing a knight, I’ve been having lots of other fantasy-themed scenarios buzzing in my head.

Like…

1: Swallowing a dragonling

Pred had stumbled across a weird rock on one of their travels, but they soon realize it isn’t a rock at all, but a dragon’s egg!! These are incredibly hard to come by!! They could earn so much gold selling this off!!

…that would be if it didn’t start hatching as they were thinking this…

The dragonling squawks at them, seeing them as their mother. Pred blinks, realizing this. Well… this couldn’t be a bad thing..! How badass is it to have your very own dragon?!

So.. Pred takes care of the little hatchling… or… at least tries to…

Turns out raising a dragon youngling isn’t easy!! They hardly ever stay still, their always wanting fish to eat, and they aren’t masters of their fire breath yet, so there’s no telling where those sparks are gonna fly!

…and did they mention they eat fish? ALOT of fish??

Pred finds that their little dragon is eating more than they are. How badly do they want to eat all the delicious salmon and trout they’ve caught… but their little scaly companion desires it instead of them…

Pred’s gut rumbles… they’re starving… and this little dragon is so noisy that it’s scaring away any possible forms of meat. And fish are obviously out of the question.

They’re getting impatient…

Night falls, and their little friend is finally silent as their curled up asleep. The same unfortunately can’t be said about Pred’s belly… It’s roaring like a full-grown dragon, gnawing at their insides as it threatens to start digesting itself if they don’t eat soon…

Pred’s starting to grow ravenous, as they glance over at their dragonling…

…those gorgeous shiny scales… on that plump little body… the sheer fact that they’re already growing to the size of a wolf… makes Pred absolutely delirious in hunger…

~that’s it. They can’t take it anymore.!!

Pred growls as they grab the young dragon, startling it obviously as it squirms and squawks in their arms. Pred growls, holding the creature close, licking their lips and salivating like a rabid wolf. The time is now.. as Pred shoves the dragon’s head down their throat.

Pred lets a hearty belch loose as they rub their now bulging gut, stuffed full of pesky little dragon…

He could find another egg…

2: Swallowing multiple dwarves AND their gemstones

Pred had wandered into a mining camp of several dwarves. They were doing that they did best, and that was digging for all the precious gems and stones that were sought after throughout the whole land.

The miners were very welcoming to Pred, letting them watch, and even help..! They appreciate the help of a taller one!

…and when one overheard Pred’s tummy rumble, they offered them a meal.

Now the meal itself was absolutely delicious..! Many kinds of cooked meats, including mutton, and ale to wash it down. But, even after that delicious food, Pred still has a gnawing hunger deep inside…

…they require more…

Back to work, as the dwarves continue digging, Pred watching them, waiting for a chance… they’ve always wanted to know the taste of dwarf…

Finally, they notice a single one moving away from all the other’s. Pred follows them, slipping around the corner, before snatching them up, and easily sending them down their gullet.

Their tummy pokes out slightly, wriggling as their little prey kicks and squirms. Ohh dwarves taste DELICIOUS..!!!

…they MUST have more..!!

So… sneakily, Pred continues to pick off stragglers throughout the mineshaft… one, by one, by one…

Pred’s belly is looking more like they are pregnant once they’re done… wriggling and bulging as their ‘babies’ kick and squirm…

Just as Pred is waddling out of there, their eyes catch sight of something… a minecart filled to the brim with colorful gemstones..!

Pred’s belly gurgles… They’ve heard from sources that gemstones can feel absolutely amazing in a belly. One more little snack shouldn’t hurt before they go..!

So Pred proceeds to swallow handful after handful of shiny colorful gems… as their bulbous tummy grows more and more so…

Maybe eating the whole cartful was a bit of a mistake…

Pred is immobilized, as all the gemstones and dwarves had made their stuffed stomach far too heavy to carry…

They’re stuck here until everything they’ve devoured digests…

3. Ale for days

Pred got caught up in a festival at a village, and was honestly having the time of their life! Good food, getting to meet the locals (to devour later), and of course~ Ale. LOTS of ale.

Pred has chugged so many mugs of the drink in the short time they’ve been here, and they will admit, they’re starting to feel a bit sloshed…

…speaking of slosh~ their belly has been doing just that. Every movement has stirred up their bellyful of liquid, even sometimes making them belch gasily, to which locals would compliment them for the show.

…more mugs…

…and more…

Pred looks due for a child with this big of an ale belly..!! They’ve had sooo much to drink, they feel like they could burst any moment…

Some gassy burps make Pred worried…

“…oh my dearest stranger, you can sure handle your ale..!” a local compliments them, to which they mumble a little, drunk.

After the festival, Pred slips away into amore secluded area, where they can rest peacefully…

They feel so sick to their stomach as they waddle to a wall before sliding down.

Their completely wasted.. they sloppily rub their stomach as it bubbles and churns…

They drank far too much..

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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about the author

hello all! I'm j.d., I write filthy filth here on tumblr dot com; I'm 24 and I live in the USA. my pronouns are he/she/they. I like long walks on the beach, big dicks, and fried chicken. feel free to send an ask and say hello! I'm glad you're here. grab a nametag and some refreshments and then we can all introduce ourselves.

favorite colors: blue, black, teal, burgundy

favorite bands: radiohead, ghost, tool, def leppard, a perfect circle, deftones, fiona apple, little dragon

favorite foods: peach milkshake, hyderabadi mutton dum biryani, flautas, spinach alfredo pizza

favorite movies: all that jazz (1979), swiss army man (2016), almost famous (2000), love actually (2003), the place beyond the pines (2012), ladies in lavender (2004), vengeance (2022), annihilation (2018)

DISCLAIMER

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what the fuck is wrong with you? mental health professionals have made thousands trying to figure that out. I think it might be a better use of my time to try to list what isn't wrong with me...

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thevhagarwriter · 6 months

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Grandma Violence - I.IV.

[Dragons, Death and Daemon]

Chapter IV - Enemy Approaching

Balerion and Vhagar coped quite differently with the loss of Meraxes. The black dragon grew quiet and sullen, eating less and sleeping rarely. At day he did what his rider commanded him to do and at night he cried out in the winds, trashing in his sleep and flying long stretches in complete solitude until he returned at sunrise. He ignored everyone but Aegon, ignored everyone but the silver eggs stored in the hot deeps of Dragonstone.

He burned the dornish cities without passion and strength, letting cool fire just blacken the outer layer of bricks instead of melting stone into fiery mud. As often as he could, he returned to the ancestral home of the Targaryen, staring at the clutch of three eggs, rubbing his chin gently against the scaly rocks and whispering tales of their mother. It took months and years until his heart healed, but at last, as the little hatchlings broke through the thick shell of the egg, he could purr again.

Vhagar was…different. All the fire that Meraxes could no longer spew, she let rain tenfold. While Balerion knew nothing but sorrow and mourning, Vhagar knew nothing but anger and vengeance. Visenya and her dragon had both sworn to avenge their sisters, to kill every fucking dornish man they could find, to burn their cities to the ground and destroy their harvest.

Visenya never had to give orders this time, she never had to tell Vhagar what to do, because she understood - deeper and better than anyone else. With every man crushed under her feet or between her jaws, with every building collapsing under the heat and every child crying out in terror, Vhagar felt better, felt satisfied and happy to have driven deep regret into the heart of the Dornish.

But it was never enough. As the mountains of bones, ashes and dust rose and rose - it was never enough, still too many left, still too many alive and breathing! The copper dragon grew obsessed and furious, eating less and sleeping rarely. At day she destroyed and burned her enemies alongside Visenya and at night she roared her ire at the sky, trashing in her sleep and vanishing for hours at night to search for more to kill until she usually returned at sunrise. She ignored everyone but Visenya, ignored everyone but the deep seated hatred burning in her chest. As steady as her heartbeat was the voice screaming in her head: “Kill! Kill! KILL!”

Vhagar smelt the Stepstones before she saw them. The smell of blood, ash, steel, sickness and burned flesh made her snout water.

She flew above dozens of war ships, most of them already showing signs of wear and tear - their sails dirty and ripped and the wet, splintered wood rotting. They were gathered around a large island, one of the few Stepstones that were firmly in the grasp of the Westerosi forces.

Like a hawk, Vhagar descended in slow circles, carefully analyzing the situation below.

She saw the military tent camps stretching over the island, colored red, black and seagreen and smelling of medical herbs, mutton stew, human sweat and horse feces. Men ran around, carrying timber, armor and weapons or guiding horses and livestock. The animal seemed unbothered, but it didn’t take long for the humans to point at the sky, yelling and laughing at her sudden appearance. Vhagar didn’t understand a lot of the Common Tongue, but she could pick out her name and phrases of surprise and joy.

She purred to herself. This is where she belonged, these were the people who loved and respected her above everyone else.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”, a voice suddenly hissed and Vhagar quickly ducked her head as a stream of bright red fire washed over her.

She growled as she stabilized herself in the air, looking at the other dragon in both amusement and annoyance.

“You lack respect for your elders.”, she remarked and Caraxes spat out. “I don’t need an old bitch like you telling me what to do or what not to do. Also, I asked you something!”

Vhagar rolled her eyes. “I’m here to settle what you fail to do.”

He glared at her, crimson eyes narrowing. “What do you mean by that?”

“Silverwing told me that your little war hasn’t been going as well as expected. I am here to rectify this.”

Caraxes grunted. “What can Silverwing do but keep whining about shit that doesn’t concern her? Daemon and I are doing just fine, it’s the other humans fault - they are the one who keep fucking everything up.”

The red dragon craned his neck to lock at Vhagar’s back. “Where’s your rider, by the way? Seasmoke told me that his rider's sister doesn’t have a dragon yet and that she hopes to find you. Did that little Velaryon bitch claim you and is too big of a coward to actually ride you?”

Vhagar’s tail whipped around her and slapped Caraxes hard in the chest, sending him tumbling down as he tried to find his balance again. As Baelon’s dragon she had spent a lot of time with Caraxes and she had enjoyed his company while as Laena’s dragon in her past life, but he was quick to cross a line.

“I am not bonded with Laena Velaryon and you should be glad for it, because if I were, I would rip your tongue out of your snake head.”, she growled and he smirked, showing off his rows of teeth. “Try to, sweetheart.”

Vhagar shook her head, but couldn’t help but chuckle. “Whatever you say and do, you’re still just a little hatchling in my eyes.”

—

As they descended closer to the military camp, Caraxes took the lead and directed them to the windswept beaches, where Vhagar smelt the ashes of animal bones.

Clouds of sand rose to the air as both dragons landed, with Vhagar taking up most of the dune’s space.

“But I have to ask again, who and where is your rider? Is it Viserys, did the king decide to jump right to the next conquest dragon?”

Vhagar couldn’t suppress a shudder. From what she had gathered from Aemond, who had loved to talk for hours with his best friend, Viserys hadn’t been a very good father to him and his siblings and Vhagar had felt through their bond how it had hurt her little Aemond. “No.”, she said and couldn’t quite keep the anger from her voice which Caraxes noticed with a surprised flaring of his neck crest.

“I am currently unbound, I don’t follow anyone and no one follows me.”, she elaborated and the younger dragon stared at her in confusion. “Then why the fuck are you here?”

“Silverwing asked me to.”, Vhagar lied…well half lied.

Caraxes huffed dismissively. “And what does it concern her and why didn’t she show up herself if she wants to bitch about it so badly?”

“She told me that Seasmoke wants the war to end quickly and that I, with my experience and spirit, would be able to defeat the enemy in no time.”, Vhagar explained and Caraxes rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Seasmoke that little pussy. If he hates fighting so much, why did that little twat bond with the son of the Corlys and Rhaenys? The fuck did he think would happen?”

Vhagar sighed. “So I assume that you would prefer to fight alongside me?”

Caraxes slowly swayed his head from side to side. “I’m not sure. You definitely have more fire in you than little Smokey, but you would probably steal all my thunder and I don’t think Daemon and I would appreciate being outshined.”

Vhagar huffed, her mood immediately souring when he spoke of his rider. “Well maybe I should stay with Seasmoke after all. No wonder he dislikes fighting, when he has to spend all his time with someone like you and Daemon.”

“Eh, what's wrong with Daemon?”, Caraxes asked and he sounded a little bit insulted.

Vhagar didn’t answer right away as she stared into the dark ocean waves crashing behind his scarlet form.

What was wrong with Daemon? Despite all her brooding and planning, Vhagar had only thought about how Daemon should die and not why.

It opened quite a barrel of questions. Vhagar wanted him to die because he killed Aemond and indirectly Laena. But this was in her past life, the current Daemon hadn’t done any of these things…yet. Was it right of her to kill an innocent man because he had the potential to do evil? Could his actions be defined as evil? He couldn’t have known that Laena’s second pregnancy would be her last and Aemond had provoked the deadly fight in which both sides were winning and loosing.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. What was she thinking about? She was a dragon, she couldn’t concern herself with gods and monsters, justice and morality. Daemon was a threat to her and to the people she held dear and therefore had to be eliminated. Simple as that.

She chose her next words carefully, but spoke the truth all the same. “Daemon is a difficult character to deal with - hotheaded, moody and aggressive. Not everyone has the patience for this.”

Caraxes huffed out a cloud of smoke but seemed oddly pleased by that answer, as if it was a compliment.

This was also the second reason why Vhagar wanted to kill Daemon. He was like a plague, rotting the people around him and infecting them with his anger and malice. Who knows if the whole dragon war would have even broken out, if it wasn’t for his neverending wrath against everything and everyone.

She knew how dangerous such a person was - because she kept slipping into the same abyss.

Suddenly Caraxes let out an annoyed growl and Vhagar’s ears twitched as she heard the flapping of wings. “The little bitch is back. Well, I for once had enough of playing wetnurse, you can take it from here.”, he said and quickly took off, flying away in the opposite direction from where Seasmoke was coming from. Vhagar was glad she could speak to Seasmoke alone. As much fun as Caraxes could be, it was difficult to get any factual knowledge from him and he was obviously not going to help her kill his rider. Though she hadn’t seen the youngest dragon in a long time, the way his mother talked about him made Vhagar assume that he was just as sensible and reasonable to work with. No wonder Caraxes despised him.

“Could it really be you, Vhagar?”, a young, gentle voice called and Vhagar shifted around till she was face to face with the gray-white dragon. “Hello Seasmoke.”, she greeted him and couldn’t help but add: “How you have grown!”

The young dragon bowed courteously, but Vhagar thought she could hear him purr ever so slightly.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing at the Stepstones?”

“Well, the fighting has been going on for quite a while and there doesn’t seem to be any end in sight.”, Vhagar said and the other nodded sadly.

“Yes, the triarchy is tougher than we all anticipated. They are very sneaky and know how and where to hide from dragonfire…” Vhagar sighed in sympathy, but decided to cut the chase right away. “I see...Your mother actually told me you are quite unhappy at the war camps.”

Seasmoke glared at her with silver eyes, his back crest angrily inflating. “That’s not true! I am loyal to Laenor and wherever he goes I go, even if that means fighting on the front lines!”

Vhagar hummed. “But you don't like it, don’t you?” Seasmoke growled defensive: “Are you calling me a coward? Is that why you are here? Because you don’t see me fit for fighting?”

The older dragon shook her head, looking at the smaller dragon with all the gentleness she could muster. “No, though I understand that spending so much time with Caraxes may have given you the misconception that the entire purpose of our existence is to fight the human wars. It doesn’t have to be.”

The gray dragon immediately relaxed his stance and he looked at her with gratitude in his eyes. “So you don’t think I'm a coward for hating to fight?”, he asked again.

“No, a coward would have fled, but you fought even if you didn’t want to.”, Vhagar answered. “Though I can’t, for the life of me, understand why and how you feel that way.”, she added and Seasmoke cocked his head in confusion. “I told Silverwing the same. Maybe it has been all my time fighting along Aegon the Conqueror, but I can’t imagine a life where I am not a warrior. I have claws, teeth, wings and fire - I am perfect for killing and destroying, so what else should I do? What else can I do?”

Seasmoke kept quiet for a moment. “Well…if I had a completely free choice, I would love to explore the world with Laenor, see the most beautiful wonders of the world, smell the sweetest flowers, hear the songs of the strangest creatures, fly farther than any dragon has ever flown, but most importantly: I wish to never have to kill any human ever again.”

This caught Vhagar off guard. “Huh?”

The younger dragon shrugged. “Do you know why I hate fighting humans? Because it’s unfair. As you said, we have wings and claws, teeth and fire. What do our opponents have? Metal armor that will burn into their flesh? Swords that cannot reach us, arrows that bounce off our scales? We aren’t warriors, not truly. We are butchers - no, we are worse than that. Butchers kill to provide their neighbors with food and nourishment, but we can’t possibly eat all the men and horses we kill, can we?” “War is never fair.”, Vhagar countered.

“Yes, that’s my point.”, Seasmoke said. Vhagar hummed. “Then can we both agree that it would be the best for everyone if we finish this mess as quickly as possible?”

The younger dragon nodded. “Yes. Thank you.”

Vhagar blinked confused. “For what?” “For coming here and helping us, for listening to me and for respecting my feelings. For not being Caraxes, I suppose.”, Seasmoke said, chuckling at the last sentence.

The older dragon purred, but she could feel that there was still something that the younger dragon wanted to say. She looked at him expectantly and he took a deep breath. “Earlier you said that our existence is not entirely defined by being warriors. I always felt that way and never doubted that my life is meant for more than being an instrument of destruction. But what about you? The way you said it, I thought that you two have broken out of this line of thinking, that you too have found a higher purpose. Is that true?” Vhagar thought for a second before she answered. “I said that fighting the wars of humans isn’t our only purpose and that still stands true. If you want to be a curious explorer, if Silverwing wants to be a gentle mother, if any other dragon wants to do what they want to do, they are all free to do so. And so am I. But my purpose is still to fight - but not for the humans, not for their trade and pride and conquest. I fight for what I want, for what I think is right. Don’t be mistaken, I am not here to fight a human war, I am here to fight my war.”

#vhagar #hotd #hotd fanfic #asoiaf #house of the dragon #fanfic #caraxes #seasmoke #grandma violence

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//Okay so now I'm imagining for the Dragon AU Katherine starting out as this scullery maid for the dragons, cleaning in the kitchens to earn her freedom and in no way plotting her next escape (she tried the old tie the bedsheets down the tower routine. Psycho Demento caught her.) She serves them whatever entrails they've managed to catch while flying so she can make a serviceable meal for them. Smartaz is picky but the rest of them wolf down so much human food it's hard to really get half the preparation in. They'll eat raw chicken eggs and still flailing fish and giabt insects, horse meat and venison with its skin still on. Every so often they'll chomp into apples and leave nothing not even the pips.

Then when Katherine becomes a hunter gatherer for them and tries to shoot down easy prey or find wild, non poisonous berries and mushrooms or trade a butcher in the next village for his best cut of mutton, they start to respect her skills more. Hvæsa offers his back as a carriage since her human legs struggle to keep up with them. She'll get in the way of raids when she sees there are mothers with children in the vicinity and will sometimes sneak into houses to warn families that she saw dragons heading their way and give them time to evacuate. Other times she will escape into the forest until they've finished looting.

One day she saves Smartaz from being downed and slain by another hunter by pushing into him so he loses control of his crossbow. He rages at her and she rages with her and she fights him off as much as she can but he slaps her face so hard it reddens. Preparing to do more damage with a weapon he spies Unctuo and decides his glistening hide will make a perfect sell on the black market. Kitty without much strength to get up tries crawling after him but she hears the hunter's yelps. As if he's been tripped. Demento has camouflaged and used his tail as a tree root and is now cackling manically. The hunter being ambushed by the dragons who land in a circle around him, draws his weapon while Smartaz draws the sarcasm. They demand he hand over whatever he has or they'll burn him to a crisp. He starts some grand speech about how he's the greatest dragon hunter in the land and he's been hired as mercenary to bring their heads to the queen of a neighbouring kingdom. Kitty weakly throws rocks at his feet from under a stone underpass and he discovers her and drags her out. When Smartaz angrily tells him to let go of their slave he threatens to slit her throat unless they give themselves up to him. Smartaz thinks for a moment, then tells Unctuo to cut the sack loose and empty the loot. He's about to protest but does so anyway. Smartaz says they can have this bag in return for their servant. The hunter ponders over the treasure then laughs.

"This is a measly offer, for a meowle who cost me the pink coat of a pygmy dragon."

Smartaz stops. What is he talking about? He looks over Kitty, red in the face, barely standing, he looks to the hunter's bow.

"Boys...sick 'im."

At once the dragons are upon him. Firey breath is unleashed and in his place lies two smoking shoes. Demento encourages Kitty to pick them up. Smartaz announces they're going home to eat and Kitty doesn't say a word on the way back to the castle.

She weakly prepares a bird or two they caught and carries it into the great hall. She's about to ascend the staircase when Smartaz pipes up "Where do ya think ya goin'? Yer eatin' with us!"

Kitty looks to a spare chair. She sits down, in between Hvæsa and Jobbernowl...and devours the cooked fowl.

I felt like I was about to reach through the screen and destroy this hunter myself for hurting Katherine. But the dragon mafia took care of that for me 😌 though she definitely could use some comfort now. Someone get this girl a book and some warm tea! (Fleurs on it)

I love all of this!!! Gooooooddd I just want to write it out. Really. Demento can camouflage?? (I never thought of that for Dragon Psycho, but it's so perfect!) Kitty doing her best to save her acquaintances, the dragons getting protective of her abd starting to treat her better!!! This is such a slow-burn wholesome story that I wish I could see animated ^^

Imagine that after the fall of The Dark One, Katherine will still visit her new Dragon friends! Or they pick her up. That'd probably be easier. They go on hunting trips, share the spoils, catch up with each other, etc. She's not expected to prepare the food anymore, but she still does; she doesn't want to eat raw food herself 😆 but it's also for them too. She also tells them where they can or can't raide, and they will listen because they are all friends now! (At least take it into consideration??? Come on boys.)

#asks #other peoples OC's #Dragon AU #Toon Patrol #WFRR #who framed roger rabbit #disney #disbey villains #smartass weasel #greasy weasel #wheezy weasel #Psycho Weasel #Stupid Weasel

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emblematicemblazer · 9 months

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Worldbuilding and theories of Engagem

The cuisine

The dishes of Lythos seen to fall into three categories:

Cheap and easy to cook peasant dishes

Desserts and treats.

Inspired by the other kingdoms.

The cheap and simple peasant dishes could be because of the lifestyle of the clergy who chose to live a simple life and not splurge on luxuries. Since Lythos and The Somniel rely on donations they are careful with how to use money and resources. Some of the dishes might have been necessary during the first war with Lord Sombron because of the lack of resources. The meals could also be precautionary, just in case they cannot rely on trade and fertile land forever.

The Peasant Dishes:

Peasant Bread - This dish refers to a rustic style bread that has few ingredients, doesn't rise and is easy to create. The is used because it has greater nutritional value and is more filling than wheat. The tends to prefer cold and rainy places to grow so I wonder if the eye used is imported from Brodia or Elusia.

Mutton Stew - This dish is inspired by Irish stew or Welsh Cawl. Elusia is the UK without Scotland (I will explain why in future chapters) and the stew is likely to be a recipe imported from there. It is a dish using cheap ingredients, sometimes leftovers and is traditionally fed to people in bulk.

Very Veggie Stew - This dish is inspired by Stovie. A stovie is a Scottish dish made with potatoes and leftovers. This recipe likely came from Brodia.

Cod Dip - This dish is inspired by Brandade De Morue which is a local speciality of Nîmes in Southern France. In the old French language of occitan 'Brandade' comes from the word 'brand's which means to shake. Brandade De Morue literally means 'Shaken Cod.' It is a fishy mash dish. The recipe could have done from Firene.

Pickles - The pickles Clanne loves are an important way to preserve fruit and vegetables.

Desserts

Croissant - This is not strictly a dessert but I consider it a celebratory dish. The Croissant shape is a crescent which is the same shape as the island of Lythos. The croissant is more difficult to make and uses a few luxury ingredients such as butter. I believe this dish was created by the Firense as a dish to honour The Divine Dragon because of the shape and more upper class nature of the dish in mediaeval times.

Hot Crepe - This dish is inspired by Crepe Suzette. The fancy and celebratory version could include alcohol so that it could be set ablaze (flambeed). A peasant version would remove the alcohol and just use local fruits.

Berry Custard Tart - This dish is inspired by egg tart. This dish has religious roots. In the 18th century monks at the Jerónimos Monastery in Santa Maria de Belem used to use Egg whites to search nuns' habits. Using white eggs leaves a lot of leftover times which were made into egg tarts. I wonder if the people of Lythos used white whites in the same matter.

Peach Sorbet - This dish is a mixture of ice and fruit juice. The peach is locally grown and the ice would have been stored in caves or ice cellars.

Apple Beignet - People who eat this dish are eating a 'nun's fart'. This dish is made from pâte à choux and called pets-de-nonne, which means 'nun's fart' in French. Cheap filling pastry made with local fruits.

Chocolate Orange - This dish is inspired by glacé fruit coated with chocolate. This would have been an expensive, luxury dish. The chocolate would have been imported from Solm and sugar would have been a higher price item.

International inspiration

Due to Lythos receiving visitors from the surrounding countries, it is likely that recipes were shared and exchanged by guests. Nobles would have their favourite dishes and request that the cooks of Lythos make them.

#fire emblem engage #fe engage #the land of lythos #lythos #the somniel

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Food is a topic we talk about often. You got any favorite food head canons or ideas for your Treasure island gang?

Shinju: Narezushi/鮓 (picked fish with salt and rice), lotus root, bamboo shoots, roast chestnuts, and plain rice. She prefers savory/smoky flavors, and likes to put more spice into her food if they’re available. Enjoys a glass of homemade kombucha/hung caa kwan/紅茶菌. Has a moderate alcohol tolerance (about the same as Luka).

Luka: Whole roasted duck, beef, chicken, and fried dough sticks/yu char kway/油條. Seafood makes him a little nauseous if he eats too much, or if it has a weird texture, but he’ll tolerate it. Holds his alcohol surprisingly well, but can’t drink more than one serving of stronger alcohols. As for his favorite food from his homeland; he was used to eating TONS of meat since he came from the noble class (Shinju had to help him actually eat his goddamn vegetables when he started living with her and Feng) such as pastries filled with beef, lamb or goat. He is also very fond of various cheeses, preferably soft to semi-hard cheeses.

Lee: Noodles (either made of rice, or sweet potato), loves his citrus fruits (will eat whole peeled lemons occasionally), dried nuts, and plain rice (he’s especially a fan of putting butter on it if it’s available). Prefers chicken as a primary source of protein, but will eat beef on occasion. Tends to be picky about what he eats due to being easily grossed out by jelly-like or gristly textures, but usually relents if he doesn’t have any other choice (or if you tell him that someone he cares about made it for him, he’ll eat whatever it is just to avoid upsetting said person). He has the highest alcohol tolerance out of the bunch, and absolutely loves indulging in high-quality booze.

Feng: Rice porridge/jook/粥 with either mantis shrimp, or chicken and tea eggs. During the New Years, he enjoys dried plums, and maybe even a bowl of bird’s nest soup if he can find any. He also has a preference for beer more than wine, and likes to add the pulp from honey locust bean pods into it for a little added sweetness. While wheat isn’t a staple crop in the southern parts of China, Feng does remember learning how to make dumplings, and hand-pulled noodles from his mother (who was born and raised in the Northern region of China); he still makes them if he gets his hands on proper wheat flour.

Tamara: Fufu; groundnut stew/maafe with mutton or beef; goat skewers (thoroughly seasoned, of course); really enjoys her vegetables and peppers. She also enjoys baking breads with various herbs and garlic. In the tavern/inn she works at in Port Tortuga (The Jade Dagger), Tamara not only helps with supplying the bread loaves that are served there, but also has a hand in making its own special brand of palm wine, and clairin.

Kyung: Mantis shrimp rice porridge/jook/粥, sweetheart cakes/lou po beng/老婆餅, and if she can get her hands on it–Tanghulu/糖葫蘆. Tends to also really like eating edible flowers (roses, lotus, hibiscus, and any others that she knows are safe to eat). Likes to make her own rice wines, but ironically can’t process alcohol very well which means she drinks the least. Has the lowest tolerance of the bunch. If given the option, she’ll confidently order milk or (non-alcoholic) fruit cider at a tavern rather than drink alcohol (this is especially well-known at the Jade Dagger whenever the Sea Dragon drops anchor at Port Tortuga).

#[Return To Treasure Island!AU]#[Headcanons]#[text post]#spoocys funhouse #treasure island oc #GOD TOOK ME LONG ENOUGH JFC

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