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xzhdjsj · 20 days

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Sakuverse characters in:

THE HUNGER GAMES

If you're interested in the website I used, it's this one!

LET'S BEGIN!!!

The Bloodbath

As the tributes stand on their podiums, the horn sounds.

Fran and Zaros fight for a bag. Fran gives up and retreats.

Dontis runs away from the Cornucopia.

Jonah and Niall fight for a bag. Jonah gives up and retreats.

Elias takes a spear from inside the cornucopia.

Nira finds a bag full of explosives.

Xanthus overpowers Audric, killing him.

YES YES YES GO XANNY

Rowan runs away from the Cornucopia.

Vic grabs a sword.

Alex runs away from the Cornucopia.

Andrew grabs a shovel.

Warden grabs a shovel.

Luca runs away from the Cornucopia.

Isaac runs away from the Cornucopia.

Cevyk takes a sickle from inside the cornucopia.

Matias runs away from the Cornucopia.

Queen Roena finds a bag full of explosives.

James runs away from the Cornucopia.

Yandere Boy breaks Adam's nose for a basket of bread.

Day 1

Kayson searches for firewood.

Dontis chases Fran.

Andrew receives clean water from an unknown sponsor.

Xanthus overhears Isaac and Asirel talking in the distance.

They're discussing info they know about the other participants and coming up with plans to win frrr

Niall hunts for other tributes.

Nira overhears Cevyk and Queen Roena talking in the distance.

Alex goes hunting.

Luca injures himself.

Elias injures himself.

Vic injures himself.

Zaros explores the arena.

Yandere Boy attacks Matias, but he manages to escape.

Adam receives clean water from an unknown sponsor.

Rowan thinks about home.

James receives an explosive from an unknown sponsor.

Warden runs away from Jonah.

Asirel and Kayson fight for a bag. Kayson gives up and retreats.

Night 1

Andrew receives a hatchet from an unknown sponsor.

Adam goes to sleep.

Fran questions her sanity.

Dontis tends to Matias's wounds.

Xanthus taints Niall's food, killing him.

Cevyk and Elias sleep in shifts.

Nira lets Warden into her shelter.

Rowan begs for Yandere Boy to kill him. He refuses, keeping Rowan alive.

Vic convinces Isaac to snuggle with him.

OH? How'd bro manage that?? 🤭

Asirel cannot handle the circumstances and commits suicide.

So while Vic and Isaac cuddle, Asirel just offs himself okay😭

Alex receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

Kayson tends to his wounds.

Luca receives clean water from an unknown sponsor.

James fends Jonah, Queen Roena, and Zaros away from his fire.

Day 2

Queen Roena, Luca, Xanthus, and Matias hunt for other tributes.

Cevyk dies of dysentery.

Okay this one KILLEWD ME. That does NOT sound like a good way to die😭

James stalks Zaros.

Vic camouflauges himself in the bushes.

Yandere Boy fishes.

Kayson sees smoke rising in the distance, but decides not to investigate.

Nira and Dontis split up to search for resources.

Isaac receives fresh food from an unknown sponsor.

This makes senseee, it's probably one of his clients!

Alex practices his archery.

Andrew sprains his ankle while running away from Fran.

Warden collects fruit from a tree.

Rowan hunts for other tributes.

Adam practices his archery.

Jonah travels to higher ground.

Elias hunts for other tributes.

Night 2

Adam, Warden, and James sleep in shifts.

Kayson, Elias, and Matias sleep in shifts.

Alex bashes Vic's head in with a mace.

Xanthus passes out from exhaustion.

Dontis, Rowan, and Fran cheerfully sing songs together.

Luca, Zaros, Yandere Boy, and Nira sleep in shifts.

Andrew and Isaac huddle for warmth.

OMG OMGGG GUYSSSS THE BOYFRIENDSSSS

Jonah stabs Queen Roena in the back with a trident.

Day 3

Warden tends to Isaac's wounds.

Isaac is getting princess treatment from everyone

Nira receives an explosive from an unknown sponsor.

James stalks Adam.

Yandere Boy stalks Xanthus.

Fran attacks Kayson, but he manages to escape.

Luca begs or Alex to kill him. He refuses, keeping Luca alive.

Andrew questions his sanity.

Matias discovers a cave.

Rowan practices his archery.

Zaros is unable to convince Jonah to not kill him.

Elias begs for Dontis to kill him. He refuses, keeping Elias alive.

Night 3

Alex, Luca, and Elias sleep in shifts.

Isaac starts a fire.

Xanthus lets Rowan into his shelter.

Andrew receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

Jonah questions his sanity.

Adam tends to Fran's wounds.

Yandere Boy tries to treat his infection.

Dontis receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

Nira losts sight of where she is.

Kayson and James tell stories about themselves to each other.

Warden sets up camp for the night.

Matias dies from an infection.

Day 4

James throws a knife into Warden's head.

Kayson steals from Elias while he isn't looking.

Yandere Boy chases Andrew.

Xanthus receives clean water from an unknown sponsor.

Adam poisons Isaac's drink. He drinks it and dies.

Well damn, so much for princess treatment💀

Fran, Jonah, and Nira hunt for other tributes.

Rowan attacks Alex, but he manages to escape.

Dontis receives clean water from an unknown sponsor.

Luca discovers a river.

Status Update!

Night 4

Yandere Boy and Rowan work together to drown Jonah.

Luca, Elias, Adam, Fran, and Kayson sleep in shifts.

Alex stays awake all night.

Xanthus cooks his food before putting his fire out.

Nira and James hold hands.

Andrew strangles Dontis with a rope.

Andrew snapped yall

Day 5

Adam discovers a cave.

James is pricked by thorns while picking berries.

Rowan runs away from Alex.

Luca, Nira, Elias, Kayson, and Fran hunt for other tributes.

Yandere Boy sprains his ankle while running away from Andrew.

Xanthus sees smoke rising in the distance, but decides not to investigate.

Night 5

Fran fends Rowan, Kayson, and James away from her fire.

Yandere Boy and Nira huddle for warmth.

Andrew, Elias, Xanthus, and Adam tell each other ghost stories to lighten the mood.

Luca and Alex run into each other and decide to truce for the night.

Day 6

Fran accidently detonates a land mine while trying to arm it.

Xanthus attacks Yandere Boy, but he manages to escape.

He knewwwww he knew he was stalking him back in day 3! Too bad he didn't get to reenact what he did to him for stalking Love

Luca receives clean water from an unknown sponsor.

Rowan receives a hatchet from an unknown sponsor.

Adam injures himself.

Kayson and James work together for the day.

Elias forces Andrew to kill Alex or Nira. He decides to kill Nira.

Night 6

Rowan and Luca fight Andrew and Kayson. Andrew and Kayson survive.

Adam tends to his wounds.

Alex cooks his food before putting his fire out.

Yandere Boy stays awake all night.

Elias goes to sleep.

James strangles Xanthus with a rope.

NOOOOOOOO I WAS ROOTING FOR HIM MAN :(((

The Feast

The cornucopia is replenished with food, supplies, weapons, and memoirs from the tributes' families.

James and Kayson get into a fight over raw meat, but James gives up and runs away.

Yandere Boy decides not to go to The Feast.

Alex decides not to go to The Feast.

Elias sobs while gripping a photo of his friends and family.

Andrew stabs Adam with a tree branch.

Elias is feeling all the feels while Andrew is being a menace😭💀

Day 7

Elias strangles Kayson with a rope.

James thinks about home.

Yandere Boy discovers a river.

Alex tries to sleep through the entire day.

Andrew accidently steps on a landmine.

Night 7

Elias sees a fire, but stays hidden.

James and Alex sleep in shifts.

Yandere Boy climbs a tree to rest.

Day 8

Elias runs away from James.

Alex kills Yandere Boy with a sickle.

Status Update Again!

Night 8

Elias and Alex huddle for warmth.

James stays awake all night.

Day 9

Alex tends to Elias's wounds.

James bleeds out due to untreated injuries.

Night 9

Elias sets an explosive off, killing Alex.

LMAO I was scared Alex would win for a sec

THE WINNER

The winner is Elias from District 7!

Kills

5: Andrew

2: Elias

2: Jonah

2: Kayson

2: James

2: Xanthus

2: Alex

1: Yandere Boy

1: Adam

1: Rowan

Andrew didn't come to play 💀💀💀

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well that was extremely LONG. I hope this is fun for you as it was for me!

im gonna go dissolve into my bed now!

#zsakuva #sakuverse #asmr #xanthus #xanthus claiborne #isaac #isaac rhoades #andrew marston #elias #zaros #alex #kayson #asirel #jonah #niall #dontis #cevyk

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yeastinfectionvale · 2 months

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Pecco held the torch in his hand, looking to Franky who was digging through his backpack full of tools. Bez adjusted his balaclava as Diggia rocked on his heels anxiously.

"why are you wearing a balaclava?" Franky asked Bez, worried that he was supposed to wear one as well. Bez huffed, "so nobody knows my identity." He answered, a very matter-of-fact tone in his voice. Diggia began to rock faster as Pecco looked at Bez with a deadpan expression. "We are in the middle of a farm which barely has electricity and nobody is home. Who is going to see us?" Bez cocked his head to the side, silent. Franky made eye contact with Diggia, trying to calm him from afar.

Bez awkwardly pulled the balaclava off, his hair bouncing free. "Fine what are we doing? Why are we at Cele's girlfriend's farmhouse at-" Bez checked his watch, "-2am?" Pecco's face fell into an angry expression. "We are here to get revenge on Cele's cheating ex-girlfriend." Shock covered all the boys faces hearing that their little brother Celin was going through his first breakup.

"What are we doing?" Franky asked as Bez paced around. Pecco scratched the chicken hair on his chin. "I was going to egg her house but I don't think that's enough and I forgot the eggs." Franky shuffled closer to him, "why don't we spray paint the window of her bedroom?" There was a round of commotion as Bez shushed them "Why don't we break into the house and burn all everything inside." Pecco turned to look at his friend with an 'are you stupid' look on his face.

"We could steal the catalytic converter out of those cars." Diggia said with a nod towards the three cars parked in front of the house. Everyone looked at him in silence. Diggia began to panic, fearing he messed up his chance to become friends with them. Bez threw an arm around Diggia's shoulders. "He's got the best idea." He announced as Franky agreed. Pecco was still deep in thought. "Yeah let's do Diggia's idea." Diggia felt relief hearing everyone agree with him.

So the four of them got to work. They started with a jet black Miata, both Franky and Diggia lifted the car up with slight difficulty as Bez and Pecco stuck cinder blocks under the tyres. Franky moved back as the other three played a quick game of rock paper scissors to see who would get underneath the car. Diggia lost and he quickly crossed himself before lying down in the mud, Bez holding the torch. Diggia quickly removed the converter and shuffled out from underneath the car. He handed the converter to Pecco who put it in the backpack. Franky and Bez lifted the car as they removed the cinder blocks, repeating the removal process on the other two cars; a dark green lotus cigarette car and a silver BMW.

With all three cars robbed of their catalytic converters, Pecco turned to spray painting the front door. Franky and Diggia joined in, the trio spray painting dicks onto the front door of the house. They heard the sound of liquid hitting metal from behind them but ignored it. Pecco finished his artwork, turning around to see Bez pissing inside the gas tank of the Miata.

Normally he would go off on Bez for being a stupid but the Miata in question was Celin's ex's baby. She was obsessed with her car, going as far as to ban Pecco and the others from sitting inside it. Bez pulled his zipper up and motioned for a spray car. Diggia tossed the one in his hand to him. Bez sprayed a neat heart over the gas cover, as soon as he finished a light turned on inside the house. The four boys panicked, running for cover inside a bush, the back pack of converters and tools jingling as they ran. A small elderly woman hobbled out with a wooden spoon in her hand. She did a quick scan of the area before returning inside.

They decided to not push their luck, returning home as fast as they could. Celin was fast asleep in his Papa's arms. The pair asleep in the living room when they got home. Pecco made a beeline to his brother, kissing his forehead and moving hair off his forehead. Bez and Franky also kissed him on the forehead, Diggia not sure if he should do the same. He stood back, scared as a heavy arm rested on his shoulders. Diggia looked up to see Vale with a small smile on his face. "What did you boys do?" Pecco handed the backpack to his dad. "Got revenge Babbo. We got revenge." Vale shook his head in mock anger, a huge smile on his face.

Vale sat at the kitchen table, listening to the four boys recount their story, as they ate with spray paint still on their fingertips.

Mig and Vale as a joke later mounted the converters on the wall as if they were prizes from an animal hunt.

#professional yapper #baby boots and riding suits

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senditothemoonn · 9 months

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imagine nyo francis as aurora and arthur as prince phillip (also have you HEARD the french version of once upon a dream?? literally the voice of an angel✨)

YES YES YES this is ADORABLE !!!

That song is so beautiful and I can just imagine Fran singing and dancing around like the princess he is while Arthur watches captivated from the bushes.

Also the fact that Francis would make such a perfect Disney princess in general ✨ (and a Disney villain like, you can’t tell me that man does not have the best witch’s cackle)

Get you a man who can do both

I put off answering this because I wanted to reply with art but I just don’t know when I’ll get round to it so I thought I’d just say hi and let u know I wasn’t ignoring the ask lol it’s such a cute idea though and I am FROTHING thank you for sending it in 💖

#ask #hws france #ukfr #hws england

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neoruby-loves-ut-aus · 3 months

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The Star Sanses discussing about their eldest kids:

Dream: It's good to see that our kids are getting along and they even became a group like us since their childhood.

Swap: Yeah, hope they don't make trouble.

Ink: Oh Captain Bluepants, our kids are the best and well-behaved kids. They'll be fine.

Meanwhile with the kids:

*they return back home only to see their moms with angry faces because of all the chaos they had caused*

Sun: You're in big trouble young man.

James: *thinks* oh crap! Mom's angry and her anger is the deadliest!!! She's gonna heat up the entire environment!!!

Sun: I can read your mind and you're grounded!!!

Drawing: Same goes with you Young Lady.

Swap Frisk: Same for you, little offspring.

*and they were grounded for an entire week*

*after a week*

Star: James, since there are few days left for your birthday....I just wanted to give you a gift. *gives a bow to wear on his head because it's his childhood memory*

James: Oh my thank you Starry!! *gives a kiss on her cheek* I'll remember this forever!!! How do you know that I used to wear these when I was a child?!

Star: Aunt Sun used to tell me that wearing these were your favourite.

*other frans shipkids pop out of a bush with lenny faces*

The other frans shipkids: Ooooooo~ looks like the son of the Guardian of Positivity is falling in love!!!

James: Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! *blushes and returns home*

Star: Uh....I should go too *blushes*

Dreamlevel AU and Star Sofia belongs to me and @sofiathehooman

Swap Arno belongs to @shayromi

Ink Elys and Drawing Frisk belongs to @kyynas

Swap Sans and Swap Frisk belongs to p0pcornPrince

Dream Sans belongs to @jokublog

Sun Frisk and James belongs to me

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zoroara · 11 months

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June Fran Redraw 2 of 30!

God do I love Fran’s little funny expressions. Also just love how he describes using illusions like pranks but then gets shut down immediately on the matter. Like clearly whatever he thinks he’s doing is working so I think he should be allowed to do whatever he wants in that regard. (well maybe not whatever he wants, that is too much fucking power to give him). Also yes I realize I gave a lot more of him than what was in the reference image. I don’t know how that happened. I was looking directly at it and now that I look again I’m just ???? on where the rest of him came from.

Also if you’re interested in Submitting for other Varia members for me to redraw in their months you can check what I still need (here~)

The Image I redrew is under the cut, just to keep the post small.

[ID: 1: A full colored digital fanart of Fran from ten years later, from the manga and anime Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

He’s drawn from his thighs up, facing us. He slams his fist against his palm at the same time two of Bel’s knives land on his frog hat, a look of realization on his face.

He stands on grass, trees and bushes behind him.

2: The reference panel from the manga. /End ID]

IDs courtesy of @hopeswriting

lil tinie creature.

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #Fran #Varia #redraw #my art #fanart

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joulethieves · 10 months

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You still doing the BalVaan number game? If so, 69.

send me a number 1-100 and i will post an excerpt from my tumblr drafts of mostly balvaan WIPs

hello friend! ty for the follow and nice to meet you! and ty even more for the ask :) for #69 you get some virginity loss...this was probably written in 2018, i should get back into it. i miss writing these two fucking, ugh. they're so magnetic, their chemistry is beyond beyond (i also wrote...so much more after this, i just should finish this huh)

“If I may interrupt,” Balthier murmurs against Vaan’s lips, the press of his thumb teasing Vaan’s chin as he tilts him away slightly, “There is one rule to this little experiment.” When Vaan just blinks at him dumbly, Balthier continues with one inarguable condition: “If at any point you wish to stop, you will say so, and I will.” He punctuates it with a tilt of his head, eyes locked onto Vaan’s.

His response is yet another bruising kiss, and when Vaan parts he merely grins. “I’m not gonna change my mind,” he says, and Balthier is distantly aware that Vaan’s hands are still stuttering along his torso in a growing curiosity. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.”

“Most who have gotten this far with me don’t,” Balthier muses with a tilt of his head, “but it doesn’t hurt to clarify.” He tucks a strand of hair behind Vaan’s ear before teasing the lobe softly with his finger. “Especially considering you are the type to throw yourself into something without knowing the risks.”

“Risks?” Vaan asks, settling against Balthier’s torso. It is oddly fitting the way his body contours to Balthier, and oddly unsettling how comfortable it feels. The pirate rests his hand on the small of Vaan’s back, to tease the elastic waistband of his night-slacks.

Vaan props himself over Balthier with his elbows on either side, head tilted.

“You can’t take this sort of thing back, you know,” Balthier hints with a knowing raise of his brow. He remembers his first time with a man; he was no older than Vaan, enamored and dreadfully curious of a senior at the Akademy. Likely the fop is but a senator now, seated with his (rather fine) ass in a cushy chair among noblemen, but it had been a good lay nonetheless. And although he wouldn’t take it back, he can’t exactly walk away in good faith from this while knowing Vaan would have any sense of regret.

It is no mystery the Dalmascan is madly starry-eyed for him; he’s known it since the moment Fran said “sky pirate” in the damned sewers months ago. But that does not mean he can go around swiping virginities here and there. That’s not the kind of thief he is.

But he won’t say no if such a lovely thing is offered. It is perhaps the Archadian in him, ever-lingering, that desires explicit clarification before such an investment is made.

“Is that it?” He rolls his eyes, a familiar gesture for such an unfamiliar position. “I wasn’t born yesterday. I know what I want.”

“Then say it,” Balthier cuts through Vaan’s argument like a blade to grass. He’s not the type to beat around the bush, no pun intended, and Vaan’s lithe body writhing against his is slowly starting to fray his wherewithal for negotiating. “I want to hear you say it.”

It wasn’t meant to make Vaan shudder but he does, and Balthier feels Vaan’s hands curl around his shoulders. The little thief looks into his eyes and says, ever-indignantly, “Fine. I to have sex. With you.” And then the little chit dares to add, “And now.”

At this, Balthier’s lips curl into a grin, half-gentle and half-wicked. “Very well,” the pirate purrs, tracing lazy, idle circles on Vaan’s lower back with insouciant arcs of his wrist. The motion stops, however, when he dips his hand beneath the fabric there, to playfully squeeze the Dalmascan’s rear. “Then I suppose you can start by undressing me.”

With some reluctance, Vaan peels himself away from Balthier to slide down the length of the bed until he’s straddling either side of the pirate’s legs. He had thought earlier to perhaps remove his leathers in anticipation for Vaan’s visit, but thought it might be more fun to see the thief try and wrest him out of it first.

Balthier watches Vaan’s eyes - they scan the expanse of the leather, the tightness hugging his thighs, and most importantly the bulge beneath it. His hardness from their earlier kissing has but faded, though the leather still strains against the suggestion of it: he’d happily return to that state if Vaan would simply earn it.

If it were Balthier, he would take his time; he would slide his hands up Vaan’s thighs, nuzzle the hardness there, lap at the leather with his tongue before unzipping his clothes with his very teeth. But where Balthier is a man of patience, Vaan is anything but. Thus, it doesn’t surprise Balthier when Vaan’s hands go right to the snaps of his pants, his eager hands working the buttons with a slight fumble.

“How d’you get these off?” Vaan mutters aloud, brow quirked. “I feel like I need a Lente’s Tear just to get in them.”

Balthier chuckles and hooks a finger through one of the belt loops before lifting his hips. “Watch and learn, if you care to do this again. I won’t be so patient next time.” But he says it good naturedly, and with a roll of his hips and a rustle of fabric, the trousers are tossed to the floor and Vaan hardly seems to give a damn about the predicament any longer.

The Dalmascan’s curiosity has stirred Balthier’s interest, and he lies back on the pillows, one leg bent and off to the side in a lazy lounge. He watches Vaan watch him, and can’t deny it makes him hard: to be stared at with such an open hunger, by such a comely little face.

“Well?” Balthier goads, slipping his thumb beneath the waistband of his undergarments, just as form-fitting as anything else he owns. “You don’t expect me to do all the work around here, do you?”

Vaan swallows dryly and moves to pull off the remaining fabric keeping him from in between Balthier’s legs. That, at least, he’s capable of, and he slides them down slowly - and doesn’t even finish the damn job, leaving them half on his thighs before his hands grab something different altogether.

Cheeky little brat. But Balthier merely watches, content to be an audience for now, doted upon by the honest journey of Vaan’s hands learning his body. With short, slow strokes, Vaan’s hand moves along his flesh, coaxing it to a hardness. He watches Vaan switch from a stroke to a breathy skim, more experimental than deliberately teasing, as the pads of his fingers trace the ridge of Balthier’s cockhead, down the length of his shaft and up again. It’s kind of nice. Vaan surveys the length of him once, twice more, before again learning his girth with a gentle grip.

Balthier relaxes further into the pillows against the headboard and enjoys this rare moment of privacy. Aside from the sound of Vaan’s hands on him, only that of the distant skystone hum permeates the Strahl as they dock idly over some patch of land in Tchita.

Vaan learns the feel of Balthier and Balthier, in turn, learns the feel of Vaan. His touch is firm but the movement itself feels stiff, and so when it gets boring after a moment, Balthier shifts.

“Curl your hand on the upstroke,” he instructs, and Vaan glances up at him, as though he forgot Balthier was there, before nodding.

“Okay,” Vaan responds, as though Balthier were telling him instead how to steer the yoke on crosswinds over the Naldoan, and by the gods he somehow listens, and so Balthier rewards him with a small hum from the back of his throat. A few more strokes, and then, it seems, Vaan grows bored as well. Balthier on one hand is perfectly content to be stroked by a nubile desert boy for a while longer but it doesn’t surprise him; at seventeen he imagines Vaan has done enough of that ilk and he came here to learn, not to rehearse.

“Can I--?” Vaan asks, shifting. Balthier tries to ignore the flutter of anticipation. It’s been ages since he’s had any action and the thought of a mouth on his cock is exhilirating despite Vaan’s inexperience. In fact that sounds exactly like his idea of fun.

“You may,” Balthier nods. He’s never granted permission to have his cock sucked before and it makes him all the more hard. “Just watch your teeth, if you would.”

“Duh.”

Distant magicite-light casts a soft glow across the room, painting them both in an aura of amber, and the light catches Vaan’s lips as he parts them to take Balthier in his mouth, slow and deliberate.

#balthier #vaan #ffxii #balvaan #final fantasy xii #balthierxvaan #my writing

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casitafallz · 10 months

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LTRL AU | Packed Issues

As it turned out, breaking and entering was very easy.

Isabela had started first by having Fran check out the house to make sure it was empty and that the area around was quiet. A few houses had windows facing towards them but…Isabela used her gift to grow the nearby bushed just a little bit to mask the direct line of sight then a series of bush-trunk-like steps that gave her a direct access to his bedroom window.

Fran had given her a set of old clothes which were burgundy and green and a scarf which she kept around her head when she built the steps up, not that it was overly high given it didn’t have a second floor. No one robbed a home in familiar clothes.

“All he wants is three changes of clothes, sandals and the big book under his bed with the decorative box next to it.” Fran reminded as she began her ascent up.

“Okay.” Isabela didn’t wait for anything less than a warning before she lowered herself carefully down and got to work; straight to his wardrobe where inside was his clothes and a bag. She grabbed that before she realised one thing; it was full.

She frowned carefully, opening it up to see it already packed, his clothes by the stale scent. Did he prepack and forgot? She could see a few empty hangers and more empty spaces on the shelves…at least it looked emptier than it should. She just took that instead and dropped it out the window.

“Oh you’re faster than I ex—ow!” Fran swore softly.

Isabela dropped softly to peer under the bed where she wrinkled her nose at the mess underneath before she began to move some of the lost laundry before the box was the first thing she uncovered.

It was… about the size of a show box and handcrafted with beautiful carvings etched into floral patterns on all of its sides. As tempted as she was, Isabela didn’t open it and just tucked it off onto the side before she found the huge freaking tome of a book.

She shoved the mess back into place, struggling to the window with both but withdrew all her plants away as Fran shut the shutters again and they quickly hurried back towards Fran’s.

Only for Fran to lead her to the backyard where she saw a wagon set up behind a wall; out of immediate sight.

“So soon?”

“It’s my Abuelo’s wagon he had to carry stuff when they fled. They kept it in good condition so we use it. Just load up here for now. All I’ll need is to get the donkey and we’ll be good to leave.” Fran shrugged, setting the bag into the top then took the offered box and book and opened up a small compartment and tucked to book inside for safekeeping.

“You gonna steal one?” Isabela guessed with a smile.

“Yep, why stop at robbing Mateo’s house?” Fran winked before pulling a tarp back over the few bags in, “Why don’t you start getting stuff to pack? Or some supplies made in advance?”

“Ugh….yeah.” She knew that was what she should go and do but…that risked going back home. Abuelita would no down try and talk her down but… she didn’t want to deal with that right now. “Have you got any sacks and baskets I could use?”

Fran paused for a moment, “Not…many. We use our baskets every day. We tend to only have Maize and potato sacks at our disposal.”

“Can you get them?” Isabela asked hopefully. “I can’t produce the dried-out kernels but I produce it all on the cobs whole.” They didn’t have time to dry them out and make it easier to transport with most of them… she had to grow the whole plant first to do so. She hadn’t learned how to just make the maize kernels by itself, or wheat either. So it was a lot of manual work that neither of them had time for.

She was sure once they had found a place, to get a garden they could use it as backstock and for show. But coming in, they had to prepare and…sure fabric would be long-term. If she could get raw fruits and veg made, then they had an immediate start-up for quick cash.

“Okay. Go home and pack. I’ll bring the wagon around at eight tonight.” Fran patted her arm, though waved her off in her typical manner to get going.

Mirabel sat quietly in her room, the gift she had been planning to give just…sat on her knee but her insides continued to roll with her anxiety it wasn’t just about learning Isabela was just going to up and leave them all but…this was the first…real argument she had had with her sister.

The last time almost ended with her death.

This time, it hadn’t. But her heart still raced about it.

She still felt…angry at her Hermana. She was…going to leave them all. Her statement felt like it had value because…Isa was part of the family. Sure, it was a little broken but…they were still a family. Not only leave them but…also meant the baby wouldn’t be born into their family here either; he wouldn’t get to see how loved he would be growing up with them…Antonio—god she was already dreading when Antonio would find out. His little heart was fixed on befriending that baby as his own best friend.

Leaving meant making their broken family more broken. No way to repair the damage and… for what? Mirabel couldn’t understand it still. Things were hard but Isabela had coped well; she had what she needed here… Abuelita was the best and… they had time.

A soft knock pulled her mind to see Luisa pottering in carefully with Tio Bruno. In her hands, she had a tray with a reflective green shine off it that told her what it was.

Mirabel’s eyes lingered on it. “Take a seat. Is it fixed?” she offered the chairs

“Not fully but Tio’s an expert at puzzles,” Luisa spoke, setting it down.

Mirabel’s breath paused as she finally set eyes upon the image but her heart ached to see such a small, and beautiful baby boy, looking otherwise oblivious in his crib and looking to be seconds away from sucking his hand and—oh, he was wearing her knot hat. The effect was slightly ruined by the cracks that ran through down through his left ear.

“We’re glueing it down onto the tray base than just to the edges,” Tio spoke, pulling out a bottle of glue from his under his ruana. “I’m…really not up for making a new one just yet but I’m happy to fix this one.”

He went to sit on the floor but Casita shifted the boards to fling a chair under him, almost falling off in the process before he righted himself and carefully took the tray and moved back some of the loose pieces that had slid.

Luisa looked a little lost, fiddling with a single piece of the vision’s edge between her fingers but her mind looked to be a world away.

“Tio,” Mirabel started, “did you know Isabela was leaving?”

Bruno’s fingers paused a little, his eyes flickering up to her face nervously. “I did.” His tone was careful.

Mirabel raised her eyebrow at him. “Seriously?!”

Bruno set the glue down, eyeing the door for a moment. “You’re mad about that?”

“She’ll break this family apart if she leaves, Tio.” Mirabel whined, “Why didn’t you tell us? Ma or Abuela?”

“I told your Abuelita.” Bruno wiped his hands down the front of his ruana. “I trust her with discretion more than my mother.”

“Abuelita’s supporting her leaving.” Mirabel gave him a look, “You told her and she’s giving her permission to just…go.”

Bruno shrugged, far too casually. “I know. But having anyone go off on her would speed up her leaving or worse, believe never coming back is the best option.” He gave her a look, which made her shrink back “Señora Rojas is a smart woman and do you think she would be supporting Isabela’s choices blindly?”

Mirabel opened her mouth to answer but Luisa spoke first.

“No?”

Bruno nodded approvingly to Luisa. “Señora Rojas knows more than you two. Do you understand why Isabela is leaving?”

“She wants to get away from us?” Luisa offered, “We thought…she got sick of her punishments.”

“She’s dealt with the punishments for almost eleven months now, Luisa.” Bruno reminded, surprisingly with an edge that reminded her of Abuela when she was slightly inconvenienced. “It’s not about the punishments. The family may be a factor but it’s not the cause.”

Mirabel made a discontent noise, folding her arms back around herself. “Didn’t sound like it.”

“Everyone says things that they don’t mean when they’re emotional,” Bruno stated. “I know why she’ll be leaving and…I think it’s the best course of action—"

“Tio!”

“—With that, I know.” He finished, not raising his voice like she would expect an adult would with an interruption. “I know you don’t want her to leave but this…this is important. I know you want her to stay and I know you want the baby to be born here and that you can all love him and…I want that as well. If she stays…there’s a worse future which means you still don’t get that.”

Mirabel’s head rose back to face him. Her mind stalled a little on that last bit. A worse future? What could possibly happen to make it worse? Her mind jumped to the possibility of…the baby being stillborn. That’d hurt everyone. Yeah…that…would be a bad future.

“You don’t have to agree or believe me but…Isabela leaving is her best course of action. For her sake and for the baby’s sake.” He reached for the bottle of glue, “At least then she’ll come back…or have the option to.” Bruno held his hand out for the piece Luisa had in her hands and stuck that down. “I’ll leave you two to finish now the important ones are done. Your Abuelita will be here after dinner to talk to your parents.”

Isabela was glad to finally push down and bind the cotton down with her vines to compress it further, binding and compressing down the last bit of the cotton before she shoved the sack over the top and bound that down to allow the internal vines to decay and release without causing the decompression that would split the bag. The vines strained but she was glad to see it hold, having done for a multitude of vines that were swirled together to increase strength integrity in the bind than having them snap as that rope did.

Cotton was now done. Flax for linin was tightly wrapped as well, many seeds were in little bags and stored in a small box for ease of transport. That was set ready to go with the rest of her clothes that she had packed along with the baby stuff she already had. She left a few old presents from selected family members on her desk in a pile because…she didn’t want to open herself up for anything.

Tio Felix had since passed along his gift for the baby so, that she did have packed as well with the baby things which…was only tucked away at the bottom of her bag since there wasn’t as much stuff to carry with him just yet. She packed a few changes of clothes; leaving her pretty dresses behind for good, her makeup but she opted for more practical packing; her tools and equipment. Her looms were covered and bagged. Her spinning wheel was set to be moved. Her bedcovers and pillows, she opted to take as well because that felt like some oversight when they should have some comforts on their travel.

“Isabela.” The voice interrupted her mulling.

Isabela didn’t turn to face her Abuelita but simply belted up her bag. “If you’re here to convince me to stay, you won’t work.” She stated.

“Two more days, Isa. Please.” Abuelita appeared at her side, her withered hand coming to touch her arm.

“No.” Isabela shook her head. “Now that Mirabel knows, I can’t just wait for the rest of the family to suddenly try and stop me…or worse try and throw shit into my face to guilt me into staying.” Not like Mirabel. She didn’t want that. Not again.

“I have yet to talk to the family…. I made sure to ask your siblings to say nothing on the matter until I could talk to them.”

“That…that doesn’t change anything,” Isabela gave her Abuelita a long look. “No matter how long it takes me to leave, their reactions will be the same and…I don’t want to deal with that. Not to mention, when Tia founds out, she’ll flood the place and make it impossible for me to leave in time.” That was another challenge she didn’t want to face. Not after Tia’s blatant interest in seeing Camilo get off his punishments or talking up Sara’s ass. She didn’t need her to pretend to care or get emotional about her going. She had much of a hand in this as the rest.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve made up my mind.” Isabela set her jaw, “I’ll prepare a few letters for the family but I won’t meet with any of them.”

“Isa… they deserve more than just letters. You’re cutting them off by leaving without talking to them.” Abuelita looked just as concerned, “if you come back, nothing between you and the family will be healed.”

Isabela shrugged. “Right now, I don’t want to talk to them. They had their chances to do so for the last year and when it’s not convenient for them… I’m the one in the wrong?” Isabela pressed, “Abuelita, please. It took you pulling me out of Casita every other week for things to improve but that wasn’t enough. Not to mention, Antonio has access to birds who can do what he wants so really, not all the lines are dead after we’re gone.”

Abuelita’s lips pursed. “Do not leave without talking to me first.” There was a touch to her arm before she walked out, the front door distantly shutting.

The last bit about Antonio and his animal friends, Isabela had surprised herself on saying but…it wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about it before given how it would be impossible for normal mail service to and from Encanto to where they could wind up. Animals, or trained animals at the least were the next best option; Antonio was the only one who could achieve that if she wanted…any shred of contact with her family.

Certainly for Abuelita and Abuelito… Antonio himself if he wanted to see his best friend grow up….assuming the kid would tolerate not actually meeting the baby just yet. The others? She didn’t know. Tio Felix would no doubt oversee anything she sent to Antonio but...Tia Pepa?

Nope.

How things had truly fallen between her and Tia. How close they used to be, Isabela remembered their dancing lessons mostly; how fun it was and how happy it made Tia. Moments of freedom between two trapped souls. Now…

Isabela turned around, coming to the side where the family photo she had was resting face-down before she picked it up, taking a final look to see most people accounted for in the picture—thank the lord she didn’t get a copy of Antonio’s birthday photo. This had…every one of her maternal side. She tossed that into her personal bag before she went in search of another few photos to take with her.

There were a few of her Tia Sofia’s family, but she opted not to take that; she wasn’t overly close with them after all. Word of mouth would be good enough for her son to learn about his other cousins. Her grandparents though were far harder to find. Their wedding photo was beautiful but certainly not one she was going to take. With no photos in frames of appeal, Isabela went to Abuelito’s study for his photo albums.

There, she found the perfect one; both of them in a single frame some years ago when they had their wedding anniversary; married for forty years. Looking very happy and still arm-in-arm. She felt a little envious but…maybe one day she could have that sort of love as well.

She had better chances now than before.

Isabela tucked that photo in between one of her books and added that in and continued to sort through her room.

“Vera, it’s okay.” Ruben’s voice was soft as she paced around the backrooms of their shop.

“No, it’s not. Isabela won’t even try with her family to actually talk and… I can’t convince her to wait. If I talk to the family now, they’ll get on their high horses and try and stop her…or worse, guilt her. I can’t…I don’t know how to tell them.” Vera admitted, “Everything else, I can handle but… this?”

Ruben set aside the set of pants he was adjusting and reached for her. “It’s hard because we know she has to leave and why, mi Vida.”

Vera hummed in agreement; they had to let her go but…how it looked to others meant it looked a tad hypocritical. She was always a ‘stand your ground and fix it’ than ‘run from your problems’ attitude. Telling the family she dies if she stayed felt like emotional blackmail she wasn’t willing to put on the family but there was no good reason aside from the shallow, superficial reasons they’d assume.

At least, none that would work prior to her leaving. After she was gone… it could be easier with fewer risks of running off to talk her out.

“It looks like I’m helping her pack and getting her lunch together for the trip!” Vera huffed, running her hand down the front of her dress though allowed herself to be tugged into his warm embrace. “I don’t…I don’t want her or anyone to leave with open wounds here.”

“You can’t help them all the time. Some things can’t just be resolved by us. This is something Isabela needs to do with her family.” Ruben rubbed her back, “Some things aren’t for us.”

“But—“

“We’ve done as much as we can.” Ruben pulled back. “As long as Isabela is safe…that the baby is safe then all we can hope for is that they come back at some point. Things are too rough between Isa and the family and… her injuries aren’t without reason.”

Vera huffed out. “I know.” She hated to admit that.

“Let her leave. I will close early and we can both talk to her before she goes, after which, we can talk to the family. They will be blindsided and hurt but… maybe that will motivate the family to get into action with the mess they still have. “

Vera’s shoulder’s slumped a little in dismay but… she knew Ruben was right. The worse lessons come at the biggest costs. Isabela had to go…. And as Isa had said, they weren’t without communication options.

#lest the rot lingers au #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #alma madrigal #encanto #encanto au #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #antonio madrigal

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helianskies · 1 year

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May I request 9 with scotfra for the dialogue prompts :3

oh anon how i wish i could DRAW them, the scenes in my mind rn... i hope i can do them justice! :')

Charm

Francis stands on the rear terrace of the manor, having found an opportunity to escape heavy perfumes and heavier political ‘small-talk’. He cannot be sure how long he will be able to breathe like this, free, easy, content, before he is discovered and pulled back inside by the strangling rope of aristocratic duty.

His family are currently entertaining guests. Guests, amongst whom, are ladies and lords alike that he fears his parents are trying simply too hard to get him to talk to. They have this remarkable idea that Francis will find someone worthy of his hand; Francis knows, however, that it is not him that will be doing the finding and making the decision.

He sighs gently. A westward breeze sweeps past and tussles his hair. The leaves of the rose bushes that poke through the bannisters of the terrace bounce and sway. He hears birds. He hears the distant, fading orchestra. And then—

"Psst."

Francis is startled. His hands fall onto the bannister and he glances around for the source of the strange noise—a noise that repeats—but there is no one. He is alone. Until, that is, he turns his gaze to the rose bushes and finds a face peering up at him from amongst pinkish buds.

For the first time that day, he has found a reason to smile.

“Alasdair,” he greets quietly. “What on earth are you doing to those poor flowers?”

“Pruning,” the other smiles, and returns to the work he was undertaking beforehand. “How are things going up in the big house, huh? Saw you have some visitors.”

The blonde leans now on the stone and rests his chin on the back of his hand. “It is as dull and as miserable as you can surely imagine,” Francis replies. “Another questionable attempt to marry me off, if I am not mistaken.”

Alasdair gives a scoff, a laugh, and shakes his head. “Third time this year,” he remarks. “Anyone would think they’re trying to get rid of you.”

Francis agrees, but does not say so out loud. It is not the most pleasant thought in the world—the thought that his parents are tiring of his presence, like he is not the son of a Duke but the ancient ghost of a relative refusing to pass on, a spirit they cannot satisfy, a ghoul who keeps them up at night. Francis does not want to go, however. He is not ready, and… not because he has not found a reason to leave…

“Here. For you.”

He finds Alasdair once more amongst the bushes, and realises he is being presented with a gift: a freshly pruned rose.

“It’ll match your… face, or something,” Alasdair insists—ever the charmer.

But, Francis thanks him, takes the flower, and holds it delicately between his fingers. It smells divine. The petals are fragile, but bright.

All the while, Alasdair continues to work, and Francis continues to watch. The other has been helping to care for the gardens for the last year or so, having taken over from his father, and he certainly does a fine job. For someone who comes across as roguish, sloppy, dishevelled, and somewhat… mismanaged, Alasdair never disappoints. And, most importantly, he talks to Francis—talks to him like he is human.

Sometimes, Francis loses himself, thinking about the gardener, the charmer, the commoner. The object of his desires that he can never have. Out of reach, even though he can otherwise have anything he so wishes at the click of his fingers. Why must Fate be so cruel…?

“Hey, Fran.”

The blonde tuts. “Francis, please. Someone might hear.”

“Nothin’ I can’t handle,” Alasdair dismisses, nevertheless, before he pushes through the barrier of rose bushes to stand closer and talk quieter: “I have a request, if you don’t mind.”

“Go on,” he urges. “Tell me what it is.”

“Run away with me.”

And, naturally, Francis has to try not to laugh.

“I’m being serious,” the other persists, resuming his ‘pruning’ without really doing anything—a pretence. “You’re not happy here. It doesn’t take a genius or a duke to see that.”

“I know,” the blonde responds, “and I appreciate your offer. But… you surely know why I have to refuse, even if I do not want to.”

At that, the other stops just shy of a rose bud. “Oh? You, uh… You don’t want to, eh?” Alasdair remarks. “Why do you, then?”

“Because my parents—”

“Stuff your parents, Fran. I don’t mean to be rude, but the whole point of running away is to get away from that, the pressure, the expectations,” Alasdair tells him, as if he doesn’t already know. “Isn’t that what you want…?”

And it is. Of course it is. There is nothing he wants more, but it is more complicated than Alasdair appreciates, and Francis… he is not so sure he can turn his back on his entire life. Maybe one day. Maybe soon. Maybe it could take a while. It is impossible to say. He will do his best to fend off any so-called ‘suitors’ over the next week, and for however long after that, but otherwise...

“I do not expect you to wait,” he goes on to tell Alasdair. “You have already been so patient, but I cannot leave—not yet.”

“Then I’ll keep waiting,” the other says. He pushes past the rosebud and searches instead for more dying branches. “These gardens won’t look after themselves, after all.”

[ final wordcount, 902; prompts found here! ]

#helia writes #hetalia #hws france #hws scotland #scotfra #i dont think ive ever written them before did i do it right?? i don't even know ashetjh ;^;

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tammyfeabakker · 11 months

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2 weeks jean and Jimmy are coming back friends of the family. Jimmy is a handful. He is 71. Katy and I got into it a couple days ago. We been pretty good not fighting alot. But we get into it. Ok Jimmy bought us the garden. One thing I can not stand is to many people involved. My mom always said to many cooks spoil the soup. The argument was over putting jimmys timer for watering the garden back on. 30 mins everyday. I said ahhh no. Katy well Fran has his spices outside well Jimmy has a garden other people opinions. Problem. My side of the story. We first started this. I said remove the sod Jimmy like no we don't have too. I said yes we do. Of course Jimmy won because Katy believes in Jimmy of course don't trust your mother. Jimmy butchered the Japanese cinnamon bush ok fucking butchered it! We roto tilled it ok. Put the manure down. I said roto till some more Jimmy said no you don't have too. I jus love people make messes I have clean up. The sod is growing through the hard ass manure its like ce fucking ment ok!!! Jimmy also put a switch in the garage blew something and now my bedroom light blinks. Jimmy worried bout the garden! I said don't you think we should wait on the plants until we fence it in. He said you don't have to!! Pepper plants are being eaten and I have not seen a deer a bunny at all until this morning I seen it hopping away from the garden. It was nice peaceful neighborhood until we moved in. I'm sure we are going to be the talk of the town after the fight. Gossip gossip gossip all they do is gossip around here. I havtah walk back to the shop today my kid needs struts. If I fucking hear bout our fight shit is going to hit the fan. Because I know its his ex talking shit. I do believe she is spreading rumors bout me. Because Mia jus kinda seems to run but says hi when I see her. I heard her and the ex talking bout how this bitch said something to her or bout her and Mia was like ill rally with you. Kinda like Facebook all fucking talk no action. That what this guy is all talk no action. Actions speak louder then words. They jus talk and talk. I don't wanna go to the shop! I'm not supporting the cuddling between him and his ex. I really want to stay away and out of it. I want nothing to do with them no more. Shes a fucking mess sleeps in her clothes and she still thinks she's hot shit. He blames her mom. I'm like please get a fucking brain. The blame game. Oh her mom told her to go break into your safe steal money her mom told her to quit her job get fat her mom told her life is suppose to revolve around you my daughter your suppose to be the center of attention. Her mom told her be fat and lazy he will love that. Her mom told her to call the cops until they don't bother coming anymore if you don't win the argument. Her mom told her to call the cops on his dad to have him arrested ! Her mom told her to be superficial! He said like her mom called her a whore on Christmas I'm like join the fucking club. Roll my eyes smoke 2 joints walk my ass back there. I can feel the dynamics changed. I'm not excited I have a reason to go there. I'm rather sick now. But its for my kid. I could call but I don't want to wait on the struts. He might not get to it. If I'm there he will give me price now I havtah hear bullshit take my time up. Eye roll eye roll.

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Quotes and aphorisms on food

Quotes on food Quotes and aphorisms on food by various and famous authors and writers, ideas and thoughts to a well balanced diet and food philosophy to eat and live better. I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead - not sick, not wounded - dead. Woody Allen We live in an age when pizza gets to your home before the police. Jeff Arder A gourmet who thinks of calories is like a tart, who looks at her watch. James Beard Unbought feasts. (Lat., Dapes inemptae.) Latin Proverb An anonymous man from the 16th century always used to say: "There are many important things in life, the first is eating, I don't know the others." Carl William Brown Hunger is a good cook. Author Unknown Tomatoes and oregano make it Italian; wine and tarragon make it French. Sour cream makes it Russian; lemon and cinnamon make it Greek. Soy sauce makes it Chinese; garlic makes it good. Alice May Brock Eating is touch carried to the bitter end. Samuel Butler One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. Virginia Woolf I would like to find a stew that will give me heartburn immediately, instead of at three o clock in the morning. John Barrymore Only the pure in heart can make a good soup. Ludwig Van Beethoven

Aphorisms on food Yogi ordered a pizza. The waitress asked How many pieces do you want your pie cut? Yogi responded, Four. I don't think I could eat eight. Yogi Berra Edible. Good to eat and wholesome to digest, as a worm to a toad, a toad to a snake, a snake to a pig, a pig to a man, and a man to a worm. Ambrose Bierce The discovery of a new dish does more for human happiness than the discovery of a new star. Anthelme Brillat-Savarin I do not like broccoli. And I haven't liked it since I was a little kid, and my mother made me eat it. I am President of the United States, and I'm not going to eat any more broccoli. George H. Bush The healthy stomach is nothing if it is not conservative. Few radicals have good digestions. Samuel Butler I am not a vegetarian because I love animals; I am a vegetarian because I hate plants. A. Whitney Brown What most moved him was a certain meal on beans. Robert Browning I just hate health food. Julia Child Life is too short to stuff a mushroom. Shirley Conran Anybody who believes that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach flunked geography. Robert Byrne A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands. Lord Byron The right diet directs sexual energy into the parts that matter. Barbara Cartland

Aphorisms and quotes on food It is a difficult matter to argue with the belly since it has no ears. Cato The Elder For its merit I will knight it, and then it will be Sir-Loin. Charles II Thou shouldst eat to live; not live to eat. Marcus T. Cicero Although there is a great deal of controversy among scientists about the effects of ingested food on the brain, no one denies that you can change your cognition and mood by what you eat. Arthur Winter Food = joy ... guilt ... anger ... pain ... nurturing ... friendship ... hatred ... the way you look and feel.... Food = everything you can imagine. Susan Powter Bread that must be sliced with an axe is bread that is too nourishing. Fran Lebowitz Food is an important part of a balanced diet. Fran Lebowitz Inhabitants of underdeveloped nations and victims of natural disasters are the only people who have ever been happy to see soy beans. Fran Lebowitz More die in the United States of too much food than of too little. John Kenneth Galbraith Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly. M.F.K. Fisher Food was always a conduit in our family for storytelling, and it was a way for us to keep in touch and remember things. We're people that use food to keep each other together and to always cheer us up and make all of our days better. Rachel ray My favorite food city is wherever I happen to be eating. You know what they say, love the one you’re with! Pamela Anderson A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety. Aesop The soup is never hot enough if the waiter can keep his thumb in it. William Collier The one way to get thin is to re-establish a purpose in life. Cyril Connolly

Salami Italian typical food To eat is human, to digest divine. Charles T. Copeland Square meals often make round people. Joseph E. Cossman I found there was only one way to look thin: hang out with fat people. Rodney Dangerfield Let the stoics say what they please, we do not eat for the good of living, but because the meat is savory and the appetite is keen. Ralph Waldo Emerson When a man's stomach is full it makes no difference whether he is rich or poor. Euripides Cheese is milk's leap toward immortality. Cliff Fadiman Roast Beef, medium, is not only a food. It is a philosophy. Seated at Life's Dining Table, with the menu of Morals before you, your eye wanders a bit over the entrees, the hors d'oeuvres, and the things a la though you know that Roast Beef, medium, is safe and sane, and sure. Edna Ferber I've been on a diet for two weeks and all I've lost is two weeks. Totie Fields Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly. M. F. K. Fisher Food has it over sex for variety. Hedonistically, gustatory possibilities are much broader than copulatory ones. Joseph Epstein I am not a glutton - I am an explorer of food. Erma Bombeck Food ... is the topmost taper on the golden candelabrum of existence. Donald Barthelme He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth; And wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oil to make his face to shine, and bread which strengtheneth man's heart. Bible, Psalms The food here is so tasteless you could eat a meal of it and belch and it wouldn't remind you of anything. Redd Foxx One should eat to live, not live to eat. Benjamin Franklin More die in the United States from too much food that from too little. John Kenneth Galbraith God comes to the hungry in the form of food. Mahatma Gandhi It isn't so much what's on the table that matters, as what's on the chairs. W. S. Gilbert Meat eaten without either mirth or music is ill of digestion. Sir Walter Scott Mellow nuts have the hardest rind. Sir Walter Scott

Thoughts on the art of food Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast. Oscar Wilde We ought to know about our culinary past. Food and identity is terribly important ... I don't mean we should go out and eat historic dishes, but we should know what makes us different ... self-confident nations have that sense of where they come from. Tom Jaine What is food to one, is to others bitter poison. Lucretius Food is much better off the hand than the fork. Mario Batali You can't just eat good food. You've got to talk about it too. And you've got to talk about it to somebody who understands that kind of food. Kurt Vonnegut We need a quarter of the food we eat to live, the rest is used to fatten industrialists, advertisers, doctors and undertakers. (obviously for those dying of hunger the situation changes.) Carl William Brown Food - what is chosen from the possibilities available, how it is presented, how it is eaten, with whom and when, and how much time is allotted to cooking and eating it - is one of the means by which a society creates itself and acts out its aims and fantasies. Margaret Visser There is such a thing as food and such a thing as poison. But the damage done by those who pass off poison as food is far less than that done by those who generation after generation convince people that food is poison. Paul Goodman A gourmet is just a glutton with brains. Phillip H. Haberman Jr. As a child my family's menu consisted of two choices: take it, or leave it. Buddy Hackett A store of grain, Oh king is the best of treasures. A gem put in your mouth will not support life. Hitopadesa First rule of Economics 101: our desires are insatiable. Second rule: we can stomach only three Big Macs at a time. Doug Horton Most of us are either too thin to enjoy eating, or too fat to enjoy walking. Edgar Watson Howe A lot of Thanksgiving days have been ruined by not carving the turkey in the kitchen. Kin Hubbard A man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner. Samuel Johnson He who does not mind his belly, will hardly mind anything else. Samuel Johnson He who cannot eat horsemeat need not do so. Let him eat pork. But he who cannot eat pork, let him eat horsemeat. It's simply a question of taste. Nikita S. Khrushchev Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we may diet. Harry Kurnitz I judge a restaurant by the bread and by the coffee. Burt Lancaster The most dangerous food to eat is a wedding cake. Author Unknown

Quotes on food and wine Food is our common ground, a universal experience. James Beard The fact is that this generation - yours, my generation ... we're the first generation that can look at poverty and disease, look across the ocean to Africa and say with a straight face, we can be the first to end this sort of stupid extreme poverty, where in the world of plenty, a child can die for lack of food in it's belly. Bono The act of putting into your mouth what the earth has grown is perhaps your most direct interaction with the earth. Frances Moore Lappe Ask your child what he wants for dinner only if he's buying. Fran Lebowitz Food is an important part of a balanced diet. Fran Lebowitz If you're going to America, bring your own food. Fran Lebowitz Vegetables are interesting but lack a sense of purpose when unaccompanied by a good cut of meat. Fran Lebowitz I told my doctor I get very tired when I go on a diet, so he gave me pep pills. Know what happened? I ate faster. Joe E. Lewis If there were only turnips and potatoes in the world, someone would complain that plants grow the wrong way. Georg C. Lichtenberg Everything you see I owe to spaghetti. Sophia Loren Choose rather to punish your appetites than be punished by them. Tyrius Maximus It ain't what you eat, but the way how you chew it. Delbert McClinton You can travel fifty thousand miles in America without once tasting a piece of good bread. Henry Miller Never eat more than you can lift. Miss Piggy We are digging our graves with our teeth. Thomas Moffett Lunch kills half of Paris, supper the other half. Charles De Montesquieu No man is lonely while eating spaghetti; it requires so much attention. Christopher Morley You needn't tell me that a man who doesn't love oysters and asparagus and good wines has got a soul, or a stomach either. He's simply got the instinct for being unhappy highly developed. Hector Hugh Munro He that eats till he is sick must fast till he is well. Hebrew Proverb There is only one thing harder than looking for a dewdrop in the dew, and that is fishing for a clam in the clam chowder. New England Proverb

Vegetarian food pyramid Want to learn to eat a lot? Here it is: Eat a little. That way, you will be around long enough to eat a lot. Anthony Robbins We know that ever woman wants to be thin. Our images of womanhood are almost synonymous with thinness. Susie Orbach We may find in the long run that tinned food is a deadlier weapon than the machine-gun. George Orwell Strange to see how a good dinner and feasting reconciles everybody. Samuel Pepys Make food a very incidental part of your life by filling your life so full of meaningful things that you'll hardly have time to think about food. Peace Pilgrim He who eats alone chokes alone. Arabian Proverb It's better that it should make you sick than that you don't eat it at all. Catalan Proverb Don't dig your grave with your knife and fork. English Proverb A good meal ought to begin with hunger. French Proverb Appetite comes with eating; the more one has, the more one would have. French Proverb There is no such thing as a pretty good omelette. French Proverb Coffee should be black as Hell, strong as death, and sweet as love. Turkish Proverb When one has tasted it he knows what the angels eat. Mark Twain He who is a slave to his stomach seldom worships God. Saadi I have found it to be the most serious objection to coarse labors long continued, that they compelled me to eat and drink coarsely also. Henry David Thoreau There is nothing to which men, while they have food and drink, cannot reconcile themselves. George Santayana To eat is to appropriate by destruction. Jean-Paul Sartre Eating is not merely a material pleasure. Eating well gives a spectacular joy to life and contributes immensely to goodwill and happy companionship. It is of great importance to the morale. Elsa Schiaparelli He jests at scars that never felt a wound. William Shakespeare There is no love sincerer than the love of food. George Bernard Shaw

Ideas and quotes on food Seven's a banquet nine a brawl. Author Unknown Worthless people love only to eat and drink; people of worth eat and drink only to live. Socrates For much of the female half of the world, food is the first signal of our inferiority. It lets us know that our own families may consider female bodies to be less deserving, less needy, less valuable. Gloria Steinem Lunch is for wimps. Oliver Stone Man shall not live by bread alone. The Holy Bible Put a knife to thy throat, if you're a man given to appetite. The Holy Bible Much meat, much disease. Author Unknown Fang drops so much food on his ties we keep them in the refrigerator. Phyllis Diller Do not arouse disdainful mind when you prepare a broth of wild grasses; do not arouse joyful mind when you prepare a fine cream soup. Dogen A good, honest, wholesome, hungry breakfast. Izaak Walton Our lives are not in the lap of the gods, but in the lap of our cooks. Lin Yutang Find out more visiting these links: Good food for your diet (With Videos) Vegetarian food diets (With Videos) Thoughts and reflections on food Aforismi e citazioni sul cibo International and Italian recipes Enogastronomia e turismo Italian recipes, fashion and travels https://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/collection/easy https://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes http://allrecipes.com/recipes/1947/everyday-cooking/quick-and-easy/ http://www.sjana.com/blogs/lifestyle/food-for-the-soul Cooking traditions in Lombardy, Italy Read the full article

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#sophia bush #fran drescher

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Kelly Ripa, Mark Consuelos, Sophia Bush, Fran Drescher, Ke Huy Quan attend the 2023 White House Correspondents' Association Dinner

#fran drescher #mark consuelos #kelly ripa #ke huy quan #2023 WHCD #kelly conway

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Hey baalers you won’t believe this but fem! Ty and masc! Scarlet (my oc) have been in my brain for a bit ! I would make a comic abt them, but I don’t have the energy for that.

so, I’ll just give my blah blah rants anyways

Masc! Scar is like this weird alt nerd who’s really sweet, yet is rejected by many people, due to how off-putting they are. They play in the bushes, drink lots of Red Bull, and scroll on Internet forums for their newest songs !

Of course, they also learn to stand on their ground at times if their family or friends are hurt, but it isn’t easy for them to speak for what they want. (Me fr)

They LOVE baking, and tends to use either baking or singing as something to relieve themselves !

How they met Tybalt was through Fran (my pal, @fluffycoffeebuns’ oc), as Fran’s their adopted sister, at her shop. Ty tends to help Fran around the shop, a Scar visits !

Now, when the two started dating, Ty was way more closed-off, due to their affiliation with a literal mafia, so Ty wanted to make sure that nothing too confidential was known throughout the beginning. Even their deadname wasn’t to be revealed. In fact, Ty wasn’t exactly the most talkative person in the beginning. But, that didn’t stop Scarlet.

Scarlet would always drop by to give Ty food, drinks, and really anything they could make. They’d call Ty over to review songs, and even watch movies !

As the two got to know each other more, they started to open up more, and now, they’re really close !

The two started dating around 1995/1996, and are currently still dating !

anyways I’m gonna draw them more (+ other things)

#rambleslol #romeo + juliet 1996 #Scarlabalt rant #Baalers is this normal behavior baalers #Is it really #be honest baalers

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Oh my god, I am so blown away that you answered my Qs about Welcome to the Digital Age, Babe so beautifully. It is seriously one of the works I reread every few months because of all the feels. And I love that because it’s a text message tale, we only get some of their relationship. It makes me so curious about what’s happening when Colin and Pen actually spend time together.

I love the context you have with all your answers. I can completely see Colin panicking that Pen told Eloise about what he said - not just because he doesn’t want to get whatever is coming to him from Eloise but because he feels really terrible about what happened and doesn’t like to be reminded of it. And I see Pen panicking post-kiss and Colin wanting to just be close to her without really thinking about the long term implications.

About Colin calling someone by a different name in bed, I totally agree that he stopped sleeping around after he caught feelings (and also partially why he’s so thrilled when he’s messaging Michael after he and Pen finally get together - boy is finally getting some). Also it’s the pandemic, and given all his precautions, I don’t see him going out for random hook ups. I like to think that maybe this was a pre-Italy hook up and he did still call someone by Pen’s name, which totally surprised him and also put some thoughts in his head when they were in Italy.

And I just love all the ways Felicity/the Bridgertons could have found out. I didn’t even consider the Michael way and I love that if there’s one thing that gets Fran to reveal she’s with Michael is when he has info about Colin and Pen. Personally, I think it may be a Felicity and Hyacinth thing when they’re both being a little stalker-ish and stumble upon on overnight date.

Okay, last Q for now. When Colin asks Pen to come over and they finally talk, I have been dying to know what happens. I love the time stamps because I think - okay, so Colin told Pen to come over around 8:15, she said she would be there in 15, let’s say 8:30 she’s prompt and scared, upstairs and awkward small talk down by 8:45, what are they talking about for two hours???

Sorry, this may have revealed too much about how much I fangirl about your work but you really are one of my favorite writers. I just think you get them so well and you’re so beautifully descriptive. I completely treat your scene when Colin tells the mamas that the wedding is being moved up as canon. I’m so excited to see what you come up next and really grateful you feed us so well!

Dude, I'm blown away that you took the time out to ask me questions! I don't think I can really express how honored I am by your messages and the fact that you love Digital Age.

I am such a visible person in terms of my writing - I'm the one who's making all the faces and mannerisms while I write it into the characters. Even in digital age, where we clearly don't see any physical stuff, it's really fun to get to explain what I'd imagined! And about how Colin and Pen are when they actually spend time together... I always think of the book scene where he's holding her hand for 5 minutes the night before the church/carriage/proposal scene, and how they're so obvious without even realizing it!! They're definitely like that in my opinion.

njskfansdjkfn "boy is finally getting some" so true and honestly good for them!! I really love that idea for pre-Italy 🥺 it's finally in his head and he's trying to deny it, but it's there!!

Felicity and Hyacinth are absolutely the leaders of #PolinWatch so I absolutely see them using their stalker skills to know.

Oof, okay. What do they do for 2 hours?

You're right that they get past the small talk pretty quickly, because Colin's ready to really get down into it. He wants to know what happened after Italy and why she shut him down. She beats around the bush for a while, there's some silence, and then they start arguing. They can't agree on Italy or their feelings, whether it was real or just the heat. Penelope insists that what they had was a fleeting moment - Colin says that's bullshit. He tells her that he's never felt that way - she asks how he can be sure. She asks him why now, why his feelings have changed after more than a decade. He demands to know why she refuses to give this a chance.

She says she can't "just give it a chance" because with him, it would have to be all or nothing. Because he could break her to the point of no repair if they can't give it their all. Their friendship is too great to risk over something casual, which they both agree on. Colin tells her that she really is his best friend.

Things start to calm down, and they're less heated. Colin offers to make some food and he stands by the stove cooking pasta as Penelope sits at the kitchen table. They talk about their writing, to distract themselves a bit. He asks her the questions he hadn't gotten the chance to ask before: how she'd done her column for so long in secret, how it felt. She asks him how he feels about his own writing, and if he's going to look into publishing it. They say how proud they are of each other.

And then there's a pause, and he's making the sauce while she's staring at the floor. They're wondering how it would really work. She asks whether he's willing to be in town more often - when the pandemic starts clearing - and whether he actually would. He asks if she'd be willing to leave more often, travel, and write a bit there.

It's a standstill. Are they really willing to take the leap? Then the food's done and Colin sets it on the table and looks at her, hard. Neither of them says anything.

And then, just as the tension's gotten to the point where it feels like the entire room is stifling, Penelope gets up and says, "That's that, then. Night, Colin," and leaves. Colin comes to his senses right as the elevator closes.

God, I hope that all made sense! They honestly do have a lot to talk about, because I imagine that even as they're becoming really good friends, they don't spend enough time really talking. They discuss movies and surface-level things, but it really takes until that night for them to open up. Hope that was all worth the wait!

"you really are one of my favorite writers." I really can't tell you how much it meant for me to see that. I'm crying right now just reading that again because I really have dealt with a lot of self-doubt lately. I'm not as active as I once was, and I know it's easy for people to forget about you, so again, I really appreciate it. No pressure to keep replying, but I'm so thankful for you and your fangirling. Please keep being you. (and honestly, if you'd ever like to see a scene from Digital Age written out, don't hesitate to let me know. As I've shown, I don't mind cheating around the epistolary theme, lol!)

Ahhhh, thank you so much again! These are the things that can really help remind you of the love of writing (especially Colin and Penelope, who really will forever be my true loves). skjdngfjkdsfn I would say more if I could think of the words, but you're just so incredible!! <3

#hi I'm so sorry this took me so long to reply to!#I was overwhelmed by your kindess #these asks have been so amazing your thoughtfulness is incredible #and I'm happy to answer these questions!! it's so fun looking back at what I was thinking #and tbh I've always been too scared to reread digital age and this gave me a good reason to go back #<3 #writing asks #my fics #digital age #polin

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