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selkiedomus · 5 months
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andreas old man swag
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anonymoosen · 12 days
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@porcelainfreak-zacrucian I SQUEALED AND SCREAMED AND DIEDED AND REVIVED MYSELF TO SCREAM AND SQUEAL AND DIE AGAIN RAAAAHHFHDJFJDJFJDKFKDKFDK STAHP I ACTUALLY SMILED SO WIDELY ONCE AGAIN 😭😭😭🫀🫀🫀🫀🫀
WELLL URRR THE BESTEST FOR HAVING SUCH COOL OC LORE AND A BETA RP AU AND UR ART IS ONE OF THE MOST PROFESSIONAL ONES IVE EVER SEEN!1!1!11
I LOAF U CRUCI! UR SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE FISHY WISHY 😻😻🫶🫶
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inkarsterated · 7 years
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Posting this on tumblr because it’s technically fanart
I liked the zora designs in Breath of the Wild but I will always love the OoT/Majora’s Mask colors and spots too, so I wanted to try combining them P: I made a zora. It’s bad! oh well. Here she is.
Commissions open
http://aphybreas.com/index.php/art/art-commissions/
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immortalcoelacanth · 3 years
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HLVRAI Oneshot: Sweet as... Ketchup?
*puts head in hands*
My muse... why do you make me want to write new oneshots when I have so much to work on? Please bear with me as I try to go with the flow and continue this spree of writing XD
Word count: 750
Summary: Benrey isn’t the best at compliments, especially when they involve food, but he always tries his best and Gordon definitely appreciates it.
Some could say that flirting is an art form. A collection of words or a decisive phrase created to induce positive feelings in someone. The outcome could involve flustering the person the flirting was intended for, or bolstering their confidence in a time of strife and sorrow. Flirting was something that was learned and practiced over time, a skill that developed.
As such, when Benrey first learned about flirting and the responses he got from Gordon, he wanted to do it more. To see Gordon so flustered and blushing, yet happy at the same time, it made him happy.
He wanted to see Gordon be happy, so he learned.
Google was a powerful ally during this time, Benrey looking up words and phrases that he could use to further fluster his partner and get more amusing reactions out of him. One of the most common results that he got from his searches were the strange uses of comparing people to food when complimenting them.
Calling someone as sweet as sugar was but one, common example he found among the tsunami of compliments. It was mind boggling, and weirdly kinky.
Why, why would you ever flirt with someone by relating them to food?! Benrey knew that humans were weird, and could be very dirty at times, but this was a whole new level of weird to him.
But, he wanted to make Gordon happy, so he decided to participate in this weird human activity. Of course, just taking any old compliment from the internet was not good enough, he needed something with that Benrey charm, so he had to put his own spin on it.
Flirting by comparing Gordon to food, it sounded easy enough.
Of course, properly executing his flirting attempts-
“hey, hey feetman. you’re the salmon of my eyeballs.”
“... What?”
Was much easier said than done.
You see, while Benrey understood words and knew how to use them, he was not the most knowledgeable in the social contexts of those words. Comprehending social contexts and situations was something he struggled the most with while trying to fit in with human society.
… Not that he tried all that hard in the first place. It was mainly for Gordon’s sake, but this also meant that when he was confronted with something he found extremely confusing, such as sweet referring to someone being nice rather than a flavour they had, he decided it was not worth the effort.
Mainly due to the fact that he had more important things to memorize, like what Gordon’s favourite songs were so he could hum them at night, or how to cook pancakes for Joshua. His brain could only process so much information before he was reduced to a disassociating lump on the sofa, so Benrey had learned to prioritize.
The humans he lived with were important, and the weird flirting was not.
Even if he continued to use it.
“gaydon, you’re a pineapple.” Benrey smoothly said as he leaned against the doorframe and watched Gordon brew his first coffee of the day. Upon hearing the “flirt”, Gordon snorted in amusement and looked over at his partner.
“A pineapple? Where’d that one come from?”
“uhhh... dunno.” Benrey awkwardly shrugged. “it’s like-like how you’re my fish from the sea, cause… uh, you taste like salt?”
A bark of laughter escaped the other man as he hid his face in his hands. “Benrey, no, that’s not how any of that works-”
“you scared to be my salty fish? huh?”
“No! You just-”
“you hate pescetarians or somethin’? that it? feetman scared of some little fishy wishy?”
“How do you know what a pescetarian is?!”
“google, duh.” Benrey smirked while wagging his eyebrows. “and you’re plumpy peach-”
It was at that point that the physicist broke down completely, laughing loudly despite his attempts to stop himself. He snorted, and giggled, and wheezed all while his partner watched on, pleased with the response he had gotten.
A happy Gordon was just as good, if not better, than a flustered Gordon, after all.
“You’re… a disaster.” He said once he got his laughter under control, the smile on his face making it clear that he was not insulting Benrey.
“nah, i’m your disaster.” Benrey corrected as he pushed himself off the doorframe, strode over to the other man, and gave him a quick kiss. The duo were now blushing with the occasional bit of pink sweet voice wafting up from between them.
“Yeah, you are.”
“... the mike to your ike-”
“No.”
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Short but sweet, like ketchup! I have a mighty need to get back into writing wholesome oneshots but my muse says maybe.
I hope you all enjoyed reading!
- ImmortalCoelacanth
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xtruss · 3 years
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A Food Critic Reviews the Swedish Chef’s New Restaurant
— By Jason Siegel and Maeve Dunigan | June 9, 2021 | The New Yorker
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Photograph from Everett
When I heard that the Swedish Chef from “The Muppet Show” was opening a Chelsea location of his celebrated bistro, Dorg Schnorfblorp Horganblorps, I was skeptical. I’m always hesitant to believe the hype surrounding celebrity chefs, especially when they’re made of felt. While the city was abuzz, calling Mr. Muppet the new Jean-Georges Vongerichten, I was certain that this newcomer was nothing more than a passing fad, a Swedish Salt Bae. But, after such a tough year for restaurants, I was curious about how this mustachioed madman’s gimmick had sustained its popularity. Eventually, I decided that I had to go see for myself—could the Swedish Chef’s bites ever live up to his bark, or bork?
Dorg Schnorfblorp Horganblorps has been open for only three months but already has a wait list that extends to the end of the year. I was amazed that anyone could get a reservation at all, considering that the restaurant’s Web site contains no helpful links or information, only a gif of a turkey being chased by the chef wielding a tennis racquet, captioned, “Birdy gerdy floopin.”
I entered Horganblorps expecting chaos, but the restaurant was pristine. A group of prawns scurried out of the gleaming kitchen, cackling among themselves. A handsome rat in a bow tie placed a starched napkin on my lap. I was seated next to two older gentlemen who sustained a witty repartee, critiquing every dish that they were served. “It’s not half bad,” one said. “Nope, it’s all bad!” replied the other. They laughed. Apparently, they are here every night.
I heard the chef before I saw him. Loud bangs, crashes, and moos peppered the haughty murmurings of the upscale dining room—no doubt contributing to the proprietor’s mystique. A swordfish sailed past my head and smacked clumsily against the wall. “Herdy come da fishy wishy!” Our chef had arrived.
Each night, Horganblorps offers a fixed menu featuring a wide range of items. On the evening that I visited, dishes included Chicky Catchy Turdi, Bork Chops, and a specialty item that is listed on the menu solely as a photograph of the chef, trapped inside a lobster pot. There are no prices, only pictures of the Swede in different funny hats.
I was so distracted by my attempts to decipher the menu that I failed to notice that our chef was clutching an antique hunting rifle, chasing a chicken around the dining room, feathers flying. Before he knew it, the chicken had taken control of the firearm, and our chef sought shelter inside the barrel of what I had presumed to be a purely decorative, eighteenth-century naval cannon. The chicken lit the fuse and our chef exploded onto the hostess stand.
To say that the chicken was delivered to us undercooked would be an understatement. It was alive. In fact, it was pumping its feathered fist in celebration.
This remarkable presentation proved to be only one of the night’s many feats of nouveau sophistication, feats that dismantled the performance of traditional fine dining. This Swedish Chef is willing to lay bare the pretentious charade that New York City’s high-end restaurant scene has become. Every night, he throws the elements of that scene into the air, shoots them with a gun, and then allows himself to be crushed by an enormous cast-iron skillet that is inexplicably hanging over his head.
I can now attest that this restaurant is a culinary achievement, and I never even tasted a bite of food. I didn’t need to—the dishes literally speak for themselves. I’ve never been so acutely aware of where my food comes from, how it got here, and with whom it is angry.
We all have something to learn from this chef with no name and seemingly no eyeballs—a chef so dedicated to his craft that he will often end up face down on a cutting board, or with his entire hand in a vat of boiling water. In a city where the art of cooking feels dead, the Swedish Chef is bringing food back to life. “Bork, bork, bork,” indeed.
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bethanypdp-blog · 7 years
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Fishy wishy and run through
ISHYWISHY REWORKED I had always been such a twat But I loved fishy wishy more than life So I really wasn't expecting thaT I said, If I ever get where I want in life He'll come with me, taking it in his strife. That's when I heard Ella shout I DARE YOU Start drinking Tooooo swallow, drink, down, drown, guzzle, gobble, sip, slurp, consume, devour, chomp, wolf, nibble, ingest, swill, scoff, slug *Breathe* - done drinking breath with Mesha chugalug fishy wishy I felt something funny I'd never swallowed a live fish before Break it down I was chugging his bowl with such fervour Still swimming unaware of his impending murder Tears streamed down my face Or was that fish water I was insane, I was really gonna drain his fishbowl Sink my tiny little friend whole I was really sad Mesha - she felt really bad I felt him wriggling My belly was jiggling Neknomination A true abomination He was my best friend But I felt him blending With my dinner Forgive me lord I'm a sinner Cal gained understanding of how life reflects art. She felt no remorse for her actions, she values it She embraced the chaos. Danni went back to Australia and became a big to presenter. Now she finally always the centre Of attention Lucy found a job that she was finally passionate about. Rescuing abandoned dogs, Believe it or not Ella got married and then divorced Twice and left with two kids   She doesn't complain though She's happy Working 9-5 to feed her family.   Luke's got a wife who loves his pierced nipples. Surprisingly they've got a baby on the way, suffice to say the kids going to love cheese balls. And James, well he does bugger all still. In a band, on the bass says it gives him a thrill Original epilogues Cal gained a greater understanding of what art is, how life reflects art and vice versa. She felt no remorse for her actions, she values the experience. She embraced the chaos, and used it to break free from a trapped state of mind. It’s fair to say, Luke always was a little different yet he was always liked which didn’t change in the years to follow. Maybe that’s what happens when you sit on the fence. You please everyone. He continued to referee fights. I occasionally see him doing it on TV, he’s so immersed in the action. I recognise that same look, it’s just like he used to have… up until the final dare. He got a girlfriend, it was hard to believe at first. But she’s lovely, and surprisingly quite normal. She has embraced him and his pierced nipples. She’s also a big fan of cheese balls which I imagine sealed the deal. Even harder to believe, they’ve got a baby on the way. They’re not finding out the sex. Either way it’s fair to say that the kid will grow up with no choice but to have a love of cheese balls and fighting. Oh and maybe one day they’ll take on the family business. Luke’s built on his business which proved to be a success, even now I can’t tell you exactly what he does, but it’s IT based and he has made a shed load of money. Luke, the family man and entrepreneur, who’d have thought! After the party danni went back to Australia to live out the rest of her life, here is where she got the chance of a lifetime to become a reality tv star and then moved onto presenting. She met a nice young gentleman who she later married and they now have 2 children together. I still hear from her occasionally but as you can imagine she's quite busy nowadays. Lucy finally found something she was truly passionate about. Animals. So she took the plunge and quit Sainsbury's and started a career as an Animal rescue worker. It worked out perfectly, as the hours fit around Maisie's schooling. Lucy and her family moved into a there dream house in the country with about 5 rescue dogs that Lucy just couldn't leave. Sometimes I go and visit, but you can see she has moved on, she doesn't like to look back. She is too happy for the future. But some people weren't so very lucky Ella got married and then divorced Twice and got left with two children Beautiful girls I've seen on Facebook She doesn't complain though She's happy Working 9-5 to feed her family. After that night she never spoke to us again Maybe she was too ashamed to bring up the last time we were friends Nevertheless she moved on with her life I mean it's not like any of us even tried Do you want to win two free tickets to our next show? To win those tickets make sure you're following @young_junk_theatre, Screenshot and repost this image and like and comment "DARE" the original post. The winner will be selected at random on the 7th June Order for run-through today: - opening music - Intro speech - Do you remember - Mesha party - Megan seeing friends - Salt,shot,lemon - Mesha's Dare - How fucking awkward - Angela party - Gabi's Dare - Curse ridden monster - Gabi song/piñata - Rope dog 1 - Tom party - Audience dares (Dare song) - Angela Dare - Beth party - Nips - Rope dog 2 - Gabi party - Meerkat tattoo - Rope dog 3 - Megan party - Fishy Wishy - Epilogue - Dog song
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selkiedomus · 5 months
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MURPH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY BELOVED!
@jamscandraw
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selkiedomus · 2 years
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We'll play forever, me and you, when we paint the land in nine bright hues!
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selkiedomus · 2 years
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If you have to say goodbye
Be careful not to lose control
It's better not to cry
Or to look me in the eye
When you leave and you let it go
And if you need to know the way
Be careful not to play around
Don't ask me or I'll say
That I'm going my own way
I'm going up instead of underground
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selkiedomus · 6 months
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i just think gumshoe and grimoire would be great pals!!
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selkiedomus · 2 years
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Blacked out and woke up with this.
(REBLOGS >>>> LIKES)
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selkiedomus · 2 years
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Meet Golden Guard David! He was created shortly before Belos took his throne as Emperor and united the Boiling Isles. He was also the first to receive a staff of his own, though it was a prototype. I based him off the guard with fluffy hair in these frames from Hollow Mind.
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He keeps a hagstone around his neck to let him see when wild magic is being used, and his earrings are small magic amplifiers that let him use the staff. It wouldn't work otherwise.
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selkiedomus · 9 months
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h. Homestuck ocs. This is Mich Wright and Sarisi Liseth!
Mich is a Mage of Light (still tinkering with classpect) who is very into tarot cards, crocheting, and constructing her own hearing aids. Her pesterchum handle is fortuitousGlare. She tends to have very strange dreams, that give her insight into the future. She is very superstitious, and has very bad luck.
Sarisi is a Knight of Rage who loves drinks like ramune and boba, medieval legends (Troll Knights Of The Round Table), and sand bubbler crabs. She tends t.oO type in a very ex.oOberant and bubbly manner, especially when she is in a j.oOyful m.oO.oOd! Her trolltag is vivaciousTsunami.
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selkiedomus · 2 years
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grief stitched in
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selkiedomus · 2 years
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are you wearing the-
the Xiaolin Design ‘Gold Gilded Feather’ Haute Couture Gown with the Chanel Boots? Yeah, I am.
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selkiedomus · 2 years
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The light is blinding my eyes
As the soft walls eat us alive
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