#i just love flowers and animals blended what can i say

[pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb]

Zoro x fem Reader Fantasy AU! NSFW! Could you do something like a Little Red Riding Hood AU where S/O is Red and Zoro is the Big Bad Wolf, but it’s more like every time she visits her grandmother, Zoro tends to follow and protect her in the shadows from any dangers. If you can, can you put Werewolf Zoro in heat? If not, any other scenario leading to NSFW is fine too!

👀👀 sdlkfjsdifjsdkfnsdifj I see you I see you. On my knees for werewolf!zoro 🧎‍♀️ As you wish, my lovely.

Note: for those who don't know what a knot is, in ABO (alpha, beta, omega) dynamics, it is often described as a 'bump' or a ring that goes all the way around the base of the penis, and 'inflates' when the character is about to cum. It's used as a sort of plug to lock in the cum to help ensure that pregnancy occurs. In this story, pregnancy is NOT mentioned, I'm just saying what it's usually for. I'm not entirely sure if there's a consensus if it's a harsh edge or a sloped one, but let me tell you what I imagined for this scenario- it's a thick ring the same hardness as a super hard dick (like about to cum hard), and it doesn't really have a harsh 90 degree edge to it, but blends into the skin like how (generally) the sides of a white person's nose does. if that makes sense lol.

Warnings: teasing reader, rut, reader has a praise kink, reader in sub space kinda, SMUT, oral (m and f receiving), references to a/b/o (he just say's he's an alpha, which ofc he is and calls reader omega) Zoro has a knot, vaginal sex

Also I'm going FERAL over this amazing, incredible art by @philandresi - and the rest of their art omg.

Anywho, without further ado-

Big Bad Werewolf!Zoro in rut with his Little Red Riding Hood fem!S/O NSFW

You inhaled the sweet, fresh scent of the woods. Pine, grass, flowers, and water swirled in a delicate perfume you could never ever begin to recreate. You exhaled, cracking a small smile as you heard a twig snap nearby. He always found you so quickly.

"You're not sneaky, you know" you called out. An answering scoff answered your quip.

"Only 'cuz you know I'm here." Warm arms encircled your waist from behind before letting go quickly. You quirked a brow in surprise. Normally he wouldn't let go of you until you smacked his arms off. You turned around, letting the red hood of your short cloak fall to your shoulders. The skirt of your dress brushed his legs and you shifted the basket to your wrist so you could hug him fully, but he stepped back. Your brows scrunched in confusion.

"You okay? Your face is flushed, and you're sweating. Are you sick?"

He shook his head.

"I... I can't stay long. You should stay at your grandma's for a few days too."

"What's going on? What's wrong?" you stepped forward, a hand raised to reach out in concern. He grabbed your wrist, and seemed to fight with himself before he ripped his hand away.

"I... I don't want to force it on you. It's..." the last few words were mumbled low enough you couldn't understand him.

"It's what?" you asked gently. He ran a clawed hand through his hair, wolfish ears flattening briefly as his fingers passed over them. You noticed his fluffy green tail flicking behind him. You frowned. Normally he didn't have his tail out, and he always sheathed his claws around you.

"my rut" he mumbled, looking down at the ground. His hand rested at the back of his neck, and you tore your eyes away from his heavily muscled bicep. Understanding bloomed in you mind, but you kept your face blank. He'd explained werewolf culture to you over the years you've been seeing each other, and you remembered everything.

"Ohhh.. I remember you mentioned it before, but I can't remember what it is." You cocked your head to the side, eyes wide and innocent. You licked your lips, leaving them shining and parted. You knew exactly how that look affected your werewolf boyfriend. He gazed at you for a second before seemingly shaking it off.

"You ever see an animal in heat?"

You made a show of thinking.

"I think so? I think there was a cat that lived around my house that was for a bit. She kept yowling really loud. Eventually she showed back up pregnant. Are you saying you want to howl really loud?"

You struggled to keep a straight face at Zoro's reaction to the intentional comparison to a simple domestic cat and your question. His brow furrowed and his lip curled.

"Don't tease me, mate." his voice deepened to a timbre at the last word, vibrating through your chest. His fangs elongated slightly and his eyes glowed red. Ah. I got caught. Heat began to pool in your abdomen, and you shifted your legs to avoid rubbing them together. A evil smile curved your boyfriend's lips, and he ran a tongue over sharp fangs.

"I can smell your arousal, sweetheart" he leaned forward, nosing the area of your neck beneath you ear. You whined.

"I don't care that it's your rut, Zoro. I want to help you through it. I want to be with you. I love you, so take me."

He growled, and tore himself away from you. It seemed to cause him physical pain, and he crossed his arms over his chest.

"What about your errands?" he said, nodding to your basket.

"I can make them quick. I should tell grandma I won't be coming for a few days anyway."

He furrowed his brow.

"I could hurt you" he whispered. Pained worry danced in his eyes, nearly hidden under a scowl. You smiled gently.

"You would never. Remember? I'm your mate. Even when you stalked me through the woods for a month, trying to take the food, you could never bring yourself to do it because you couldn't hurt me. You can't hurt me."

His tail flicked behind him.

"You realize that once we start, I won't be able to even let you out of my sight for days"

You nodded.

"I wouldn't have it any other way. I want to spend your rut with you. I trust you completely. God, Zoro I've even been waiting for you to ask if you can make the mating bite, which is more permanent than human marriage. I want to spend my life with you, ruts and all. I want you to be mine, and I need to be yours. Please." You stepped closer to him while you spoke, raising a hand to cup his cheek. He nuzzled your palm, a breath of relief shuddering through him.

"I was gonna do it next rut" he muttered. Your heart skipped a beat.

"You were?"

He nodded sheepishly.

"I was going to tell you after this one so you had time to consider it. It's a huge commitment. I knew through all the ruts I've had so far that I would've sealed the mating bond whether or not you wanted it. That's why I spent them alone" he admitted. Your heart melted.

"Zoro..."

"There's something else you should know."

"What is it?"

"There's... There's a chance you'll change into a werewolf too" he said, looking resolutely in your eyes.

"I know. That doesn't matter as long as I have you" you whispered. His eyes widened, then he surged forward in a bruising kiss. You accepted it, letting him control it. His tongue entered your mouth, sliding over yours and exploring your mouth. You moaned. A quiet growl escaped from his chest. You pulled back, breaking the kiss. A string of shared saliva broke from your bottom lip.

"Let's drop the basket off real quick. I also should pick up a change of clothes I have at my grandma's" you muttered with a smirk. You've never been carried at the speed Zoro went to your grandmother's house.

----

By the time you reached his dwelling (a surprisingly cozy and developed cottage-like structure carved out of the side of a hill), Zoro couldn't keep his hands off you. He threw you down on the nest of blankets and pillows he had in place of a bed before sitting up to rest his hands on your knees to smirk down at you. You swallowed, nervous lust making the wetness between your legs grow.

He tore off his shirt, ripping the fabric down the middle. Your eyes widened. It wasn't even close to the first time you two had sex, but it the first time you've seen him so intense. Your hands rose to unclasp your cloak, but he stopped you.

"Keep it on. Wearing that fucking cloak in the middle of those woods was a mistake, Mate. You caught my attention, and now you're mine."

Oh. oh. Yeah, you could play along.

"Oh do tell, Mr. Wolf, how exactly you're going to make me yours" you smirked. You moved your hands to rest by your head and arched your back slightly, offering your body to him. A deep growl emanated from his chest, and you couldn't hold back a soft groan. He dragged one hand up your thigh to rest on your hip, hiding under the skirt of your dress. The other fondled a breast through the fabric.

You could tell he was rapidly losing his sense. Before you could open your mouth to say anything else, he unsheathed a claw from the tip of his index finger and sliced easily through the entire length of your dress. You expected this, but the casual show of killing power made you moan and you felt yourself grow wetter.

"Off" he grunted. You sat up and shimmied your arms out of the sleeves and tossed the ruined dress to the side, leaving you in your cloak, bra and panties. He pushed you back on the bedding and crawled on top of you, resting his knees next to your hips. His mouth began to suck blooming red and purple marks on your neck, and he dragged his fangs over your jugular. You hissed in a breath, rubbing your thighs together. His hands found their previous positions, one fondling your breasts and the other pinning your hip to the blankets as he rested some of his weight on it.

"Zoro~" you moaned. You let your hands trail up his back, dragging your nails lightly over his tanned skin until your fingers tangled in his short green hair. You let your hands run over his ears. You knew they were sensitive, and he rewarded you with a harsher bite to the top of your breast. He unsheathed a claw and sliced open the front of your bra, letting your breasts fall free. His warm, calloused thumb circled a nipple, pebbling it under his touch. His tongue laved over the other, circling it and suckling it until it was hard. He popped off and switched his mouth over to the other one, showing it the same attention as the other cooled quickly. Your fingers scratched his scalp as your hands curled a little in pleasure. He hummed, and you moaned at the vibration against your nipple.

"More. Zoro. Please"

He chuckled darkly at your plea, removing his mouth from your breast to look up at you. His irises were red, and he ran a tongue over his fang.

"Begging already? I've hardly even touched you." His voice was deeper and more gravely, and it made your breath hitch, sending heat to pool in your abdomen. You whined, tugging gently on his hair to guide him between your thighs.

"Not yet, mate. I want you to do something for me first." He ground his clothed cock against you wet panties, groaning deeply at the friction. He was hot and hard in his pants. Your eyes widened at the heat coming off him. You nodded frantically. He smirked at your eagerness.

"There's my good girl." Your body relaxed back, mind starting to feel fuzzy at the praise. He sat back on his heels and stood, and you reached out, already missing his warmth. One of his hands met yours, and you heard a rustling of fabric as he stepped out of his pants.

He helped you sit up on your knees on the bedding, back close to the wall. He stood in front of you. You were face to face with his bobbing cock, and you licked your lips. You've sucked him off before, but he seemed even bigger. Your middle finger and thumb normally could just barely touch if you squeezed around his cock, but now as you roughly teased it, they were about a centimeter apart, and he was even longer. He threw back his head with a groan at your harsh touch.

"You're bigger" you muttered.

"You can take it, can't you?" he cooed. There was a note of worry in his tone, but you nodded, looking up at him. Shadowed with the setting sun filtering through the window at his back as he looked down at you, his eyes glowed red. The orange light reflected beautifully off his green ears. Your heart skipped a beat and your breath hitched with love and lust. He thrusted forward, tapping the tip of his cock against your lips, and you opened obediently and sucked him down. It took some adjusting to get used to his new girth and length. You couldn't swallow him down immediately like you have in the past.

You popped off and stroked his length. He was warmer and heavier than usual, and you tried again. This time, the extra lubrication from your saliva made it much easier, and you hummed around his dick. He swore and gripped the sides of your head in desperation. You bobbed your head a few times, getting used to his length and coating it with your saliva. You let a hand pump the rest of the dick you couldn't reach with your mouth. The ring of his knot was already beginning to form at the base of his cock.

"Shit. That's it. Taking it so good. Fuck!" You moaned at his praise, laving your tongue in circles around the tip, closing your eyes to focus. Once you were used to it, you trailed your free up his thighs to his hips, pushing and pulling slightly. He took the hint and eagerly began fucking your face. You let yourself loll your tongue out, gagging once or twice. It was messy, and tears gathered in your eyes at the burn at the back of your throat as he sheathed himself into your mouth. You felt your saliva dripping off your chin onto your lap, and you looked up at him, tears in your eyes. His brow was furrowed with building pleasure, mouth open as he huffed in breaths as he thrusted. He looked so close, and you had just the thing to send him over the edge.

Your free hand cupped his already tightening balls, and the other that was wrapped around his cock squeezed harshly on his knot. You gagged around the tip as it slipped into your throat. He froze in that position, shaking as he threw his head back with pleasure. His hands tightened around your head, claws lightly scraping against your neck.

"Ah! Fuck! Shit I'm-"

His release spurted hotly down the back of your throat, and you massaged both his balls and knot. His hips stuttered and his hands released your head and slammed on the wall behind you to keep himself upright. You hummed proudly around his cock, and his hips stuttered as the last wave of his orgasm bordered on overstimulation. He slowly drew his hips back, a string of your saliva connecting your lip to the reddened tip.

"You little fucking minx" he growled. You looked up at him with wide eyes, catching your breath and uselessly trying to wipe away the saliva from your chin as you smirked. You watched as he knelt in front of you so you were eye to eye.

"C'mere."

He grabbed the edge of a blanket and wiped your face and thighs, cleaning you quickly before kissing you roughly. His tongue explored your mouth, and you let him before exploring his elongated fangs with yours. Once satisfied, you pulled away.

"Good?" he muttered. You nodded, jaw too tired to form words. Without warning, he maneuvered your body so you were standing with your back resting against the wall. He unclasped your cloak, tossing it to the side. You looked at him curiously as he knelt back down.

"Your turn" he growled. Your stomach swooped. He sliced your panties off your body quickly with a claw, and slung one leg over his shoulder and held your ass as he lifted the other leg over his other shoulder. You squeaked, grabbing his head for balance. He stood easily, sliding your back up the wall and burying his face in your pussy. He held your ass and thighs on his biceps, and his hands grasped you over your ribcage, pinning you back to the wall. The easy demonstration of strength turned you on like nothing else, not to mention what he was doing with his mouth.

You knew that he could change his tongue, but it took you by surprise every time. He was devouring your pussy, nose pressing into your clit as his tongue dove into you, wiggling around and finding your sweet spot with his unnaturally long tongue. You were already close to finishing from the previous sloppy blowjob and his shows of strength.

"Ah! Z-Zoro! Please I'm already close!" you wailed.

"Cum on my fucking tongue" he demanded. The sound of his deep voice vibrating the flesh around your cunt had you spasming in his hold as he laved his tongue over your clit. He swirled his tongue around your clit, extending your orgasm. Your back arched as he suddenly shoved his tongue into your pussy, devouring your release. Your heels dug into his back and one hand clawed into his hair, and the other desperately scratched at the wall behind you.

"Fucking delicious"

You could only moan at this point, and he lowered you down as you twitched on the bedding. He was rock hard again already, and he stroked the purpling tip with a smirk as he licked his lips. His chin was shiny from your release, and he lapped it up with his elongated tongue. Your chest was still heaving as your caught your breath.

"Ready for your alpha's cock, mate?"

He'd never referred to himself as an alpha during sex before, but it did something to you. You nodded eagerly.

"Face down, ass up, baby girl"

You froze in place for a second, staring in shock and desire as your stomach swooped with arousal. You scrambled into position, arching your back with your knees together under your hips. You reached around to spread your cheeks and thighs open for him, revealing yourself to him. The growl he let out was purely animalistic.

"Such a pretty omega pussy. Wanna be filled?"

"Zoro~~ Please! Please fuck me!"

His cock rubbed through your folds, then slid between your slicked thighs. He roughly grabbed your arms, holding both your wrists in one hand, pinning them to your back. He leaned over you, resting his weight on one hand, clawed into the bedding by your head. You moaned at his dominating presence.

"Is that how you address me?"

His cock dragged teasingly along your clit as his hips met your ass. You moaned.

"A-alpha?" you guessed through your sex-hazed brain. He rewarded you with a nip on your shoulder.

"Good girl"

He leaned back to rest his heavy arms on your hips, spreading your ass just a little further. You whined as he dragged his hot dick from between your thighs and aimed it at your soaked cunt. He started out slow, but as soon as you mewled and tensed your back in pleasure, he bottomed out with a harsh thrust. You screamed, the sudden painful stretch blending into ecstasy. He held still, curled over your form as he fell onto his free hand by your head, the other gripping your wrists as he held back from destroying you.

"Good omega" he cooed harshly in your ear. You mewled.

The Zoro you were familiar with was gone. His arms were shaking with the effort of not slamming into your sloppy cunt until it bruised. You wiggled your hips, a silent invitation for him to move. He took it. He sat back up and gripped your hips like handles, releasing your wrists from his grip. He yanked you back to meet his thrusts halfway. His claws dug into your flesh, but didn't draw blood. You were shaking with pleasure, and it felt like you were continuously orgasming. You moaned loudly for him, gripping the blankets beneath you desperately.

You lost track of time, only knowing the cresting and receding continuous pleasure. Your tongue lolled out and your eyes rolled back, whines and moans escaping your throat. Low curses and groans rumbled from Zoro's chest, almost drowned out by the wet sound of skin meeting as he pounded your soaking pussy. He got impossibly faster, and you screamed as he hit something deep inside you. He quickly adjusted his aim, hitting that spot every time his hips slapped against your ass.

"Shit. Fuck. Keep tightening up like that. Fuck. Good omega" he muttered behind you. You felt his knot hitting the rim of your entrance, almost bullying its way into your pussy. Your pleasure was close to cresting, higher than you've ever felt. You could only moan. His knot finally caught on your rim, popping back out once before he slammed it back in. The movement made the tip of his cock push harshly against that one spot deep inside, and you screamed again, body clenched and shaking. His hand snaked around you hips and rubbed your clit, and you fell apart.

Blinding white pleasure sang through your body as your muscles clenched. You felt yourself squirt onto the sheets as Zoro leaned over your back, sinking his fangs into the junction of your neck and shoulder. It hurt for a brief second, but the magic of the bite took hold, and the white hot pleasure of both of your orgasms rocked through your body as he pumped his thick cum into you.

"Fuck I love you, omega. Mate!"

You heard his cry as your vision faded.

You must've passed out, because the next time you opened your eyes, Zoro was cuddling you from behind, his cock slipping out as his knot began to deflate. You must've been asleep for a while if he could pull out.

"Omega awake?"

"mmhm"

"Good. Drink." He ordered, shoving water in your face. You sat up, grimacing as the squelch of cum oozing from you made itself known. You gratefully drank the water, looking at your mate. He was already stroking his cock back to full mast. You smirked. Apparently, you were just getting started.

#one piece x reader #zoro x reader #zoro x you #zoro x y/n #one piece fanfiction #one piece #one piece reader insert #one piece smut #zoro smut #werewolf Zoro #fem reader #one piece requests #one piece x y/n #one piece x you

[captain-mj]

Hey, not op for this ask. But what about a part 2 the alien thing?

Maybe they run that experiment to see how long soap can go? Maybe using "instruments" to test reactions to different sensations or sensory input?

I love your work, you've introduced me to so many different pairing, and the range for the au's are *chefs kisses*

Oh I can definitely do that! So many people have asked and I'm so glad they liked my little alien thing!

Part 1

Ghost didn't let them out of bed. He kept dragging them back and tucking back into the sheets. It was only when the time hit for breakfast being served that he relaxed his grip on them.

Roach quickly got up and got dressed, gently scolding Ghost for being so cuddly. He kissed his forehead and pulled his mask up. Ghost's tail lashed and he hugged Soap a little tighter to his chest.

Soap seemed fine with it, twisting in his arms and pressed his face into Ghost's neck. He hugged him for a moment before they both pulled away.

They got dressed and went about their day normally. Bumping into each other and sharing glances.

Ghost did delete the footage of him carrying them out. He also found himself waiting for the night with an almost obsession. Soap was deliciously soft. Roach was amazing and he made his head spin with want to be near, but Roach didn't see him the same way and... maybe Soap could.

Especially if he showed him how good of a mate he could be.

Ghost was sure Roach would be thrilled to observe their mating customs.

So that night, he brought Soap food for dinner, watching him closely. Soap had brought both of them bracelets made of little intertwined vines. Ghost could see where the flowers had been stripped from his so the vines could be tied tighter. The knot had been twisted and turned to blend it into the bracelet, giving it the look of an infinite braid. He was dazzled by the craftmanship.

Roach gasped softly at it, his eyes full of stars. Ghost hated that his heart jerked a little. Both of them were just too damn pretty and it got on his nerves that he could just have both of them.

After his species had branched out, harems were actually normal. At least, in the beginning. He remembered seeing a friend of his grab up a few creatures from a planet they had raided and spend months courting them. Ghost had thought it was pathetic at the time. Seeing someone he knew as strong and powerful padding after these scared creatures. Only one of them ended up accepting his offer and the others were "Sent home". Even though his friend put them on a ship to their home world, Ghost doubted they ever made it.

Unmated prey animals on a ship? They were probably eaten in minutes.

He imagined if Soap had been one of them. Ghost would've probably courted him too. Followed him around like a shadow and gave him food, begged for his attention.

Exactly like he was doing now.

Ghost sighed and Roach noticed. "Something wrong?"

"I'm fine." He said, touched the bracelet again. "I really like it, Soap."

Soap smiled at him, ears perking up. "Thank you. I heard humans have a ritual called friendship bracelets."

"Yes, it's mostly done by the juveniles of our species, but I really like it." Roach traced one of the vines, looking enraptured.

After dinner, Roach tried to get them to his lab. "Soap, can I run a few more tests on you?”

Ghost could smell the spike in hormones and see the way his spine straightened and his tail twitched.

"Yes, sir."

"Undress. I'm curious, about how many times can you finish before you can't anymore?"

Soap undressed himself, shy and blushing. It didn't match his normal demeanor but it looked nice. Once all of his clothes were neatly folded, his anxiety and arousal sky high, did he finally answer the question. "I don't know."

Roach smiled at him. "Do you want to find out?"

Soap whimpered.

They tied him up and gave him a safe word "Friday" to say if it hurt or got to be too much. Ghost couldn't help himself and happily took advantage of the situation to litter his neck in bites. Giant ones that would take forever to heal and looked pretty. He did all of this while Roach checked to see how a "vibrator", Ghost thought of it as the cursed object, made Soap react.

The wail it got from him and the thrashing pleased Roach. He wrote down the results as he trailed it up and down Soap's cock, making a line to signify that Soap just came.

Soap strained against his binds and looked at Ghost with giant baby blues. "Can you kiss me like yesterday?"

Ghost almost smashed their lips together in his haste. He licked into his mouth to claim every bit. Each time Soap came, Roach would let off a symphony of praise that had Soap almost shaking out of his skin.

The buzzing did not stop but it did move and Soap sobbed once it was inside his body. He was so sensitive there and the vibrator didn't care.

Ghost ran his claws over Soap's tummy, watching him jerk and then press up into him, almost cutting himself. He noticed little markings around Soap's hips. He put his hands over them and realized they were bruises from last night.

Roach tapped Soap's thigh. "Darling, can you do anymore?" Big brown eyes. He kissed Soap's stomach, ignoring the mess.

Soap trembled and nodded. "I can, it's just not quite enough."

Ghost pressed the bruises and watched Soap come all over Roach's face. Roach laughed and wiped it off, only to run his tongue over it. He noticed Ghost staring and shrugged.

"He tastes sweet."

Ghost's tail lashed side to side as he watched. He snatched Roach up and bent him over next to Soap. The surprised look on his face was all the warning he needed and he quickly put his hand over the back of his neck so he wouldn't wiggle away. He expected a little pushback, but Roach just grabbed Soap and arched his back.

Ghost yanked his pants down and noticed he was already slicked up. Roach wouldn't meet his eye, too red and embarrassed. He buried his hand in Roach's hair and pushed in.

Tight.

Hot.

Human.

It was all Ghost could think of as he fucked Roach. He kept an eye on Soap, not wanting to neglect either of them.

Hopefully Roach was keeping count though because Ghost wasn't.

Ghost kept the pace rough and fast, using Roach like a toy. His hand moved from his hair to his throat and he tightened his grip when he was fully in so Roach would tighten out of panic.

"Good boy. Both of you doing so well." Ghost cooed and he reveled in the mix of sobs and whimpers he got.

Roach came while sobbing into Soap's chest. The only thing that kept him up was Ghost's hands.

Soap shakily said "Friday" and Ghost quickly took the cursed object out of him. He twitched and moaned in relief, looking ruined but a lot more lucid than yesterday. Ghost tightened his grip on Roach more and propped him up more.

"So powerful and scary and smart until you're the one getting railed huh?" Ghost purred. "You see, Soap, that's the thing about Roach. A firm hand and he melts."

Roach struggled, probably planning on protesting those claims, but Ghost hit just the right spot and the thoughts left his head. He couldn't hide his face anywhere, forced to let both of them see him. It was hard to feel shame when Soap was looking at him like that. Roach reached his limit right as Ghost came in him. He let him finish before tapping him, signifying he couldn't take it anymore.

Ghost scooped them both up and took them to his quarters with much less complaints this time. They washed up and laid in bed.

"You okay, Johnny?" Ghost asked. Roach was still floating, so he left him alone for now.

Soap hummed. "I don't think the experiment was very effective. I think it's better with you and Roach. More intense." He smiled at Ghost, looking him dead in the eyes. They both realized it at the same time and Soap went to turn away, but Ghost grabbed his chin and made him keep looking.

"Are you scared?"

"No."

"Do you want to be mates?"

"What??"

#Johnny “Soap” Mactavish #Simon “Ghost” Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call of Duty #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #ghost x roach #roach x ghost #roach x soap #soap x roach #ghost x soap x roach #Gary Roach Sanderson

[magnoliaroad]

4 Seasons Back Yard Remodel + Crystal Yard

My 4 seasons remodels of the Petz 5 Back Yard are now available for download! And because I went on a bit of a side-quest, I’ve also made a bonus version, a fantasy, crystal back yard!

You can read my creator's notes below:

I somewhat wonder if it's fair to criticize the original Petz 5 playscenes too harshly. It's possible that the development team faced tight deadlines or budget constraints, factors that may not have been entirely within their control. However, regardless of the circumstances, the end result was a disappointingly sloppy product, and it's difficult to ignore some of the glaring flaws. While I can understand that the developers were working with dated software, there are certain flaws that can't be attributed to software limitations. Rather, they seem to reflect a clear lack of attention to detail. Here's what I mean.

The more you look at it, the harder it is to decide which flaw is the worst. The blatant MS paint spray paint "touch-up" in the upper left, that there was no effort put into blending in the skybox, or that they neglected to add textures to the roof.

Alright, enough ranting there. None of this is to say my playscenes are perfect either, but they were a labor of love and I hope that this is evident in the final results.

SPRING

I smoothed out the grass texture to give it a more velvety, manicured lawn appearance. I brightened up the dingy looking fence to a more brighter white. The original playscene had a hole in the fence, and while it might add "character", I opted to cover over it for a more polished look. I added bushes behind the fence to cover up the skybox and to conceal the bottom of the houses.

Speaking of houses. Wow these needed a big work-up. The texture work (or lack of) on these is just bad. I'm no expert in house construction, but even mostly-brick houses will have some accents like trims to break up the monotony of a fully-brick façade.

Because of how fuzzy the brick texture is in the original, I drew in the mortar lines of the bricks to enhance the texture. I added roof shingles, siding, and trim boards to the house to make it look more like a typical suburban house. Despite these edits, it's still not a "great" house - the way it looks through the windows, it looks like the house is one room lol. I wish I could put better houses in the backdrop but because Tinker doesn't allow me to edit the animated blinds, I'm constrained to keeping them the shape that they are. Oh well. We can use our imagination.

I added landscaping rocks to make the flower bed look nicer. I also added some landscaping details like bushes, garden lights, and string lights for ambiance.

[ Enlarged picture of the garden light I made ]

I also worked to improve the skyboxes in all 4 seasons of the of the Back Yard playscenes. It would be lengthy to get into the details of all that but here's a before and after of the night skybox. You got to love them high-quality MS paint stars in the original.

SUMMER

I had a hard time with the summer one because it was hard to come up with ways to make it look different from the spring version. I did make the grass, bushes, and tree leaves slightly more vibrant. Originally I had some flowers by the bushes but I just wasn't really happy with them. At the last minute, I made the decision to remove them entirely. This makes the playscene a little more "plain" but I think some people may want a more "plain", undecorated version so that they can dress it up how they want with toyz.

FALL

Fall is my favorite season, so this was a joy to make. I toned down the color of the grass and added fall landscaping motifs. Recoloring the tree's leaves was done by using Photoshop's gradient map feature. If time permits, I may do a tutorial on this in the future.

Gradient mapping is a powerful tool for recoloring almost anything. It can give way better results than methods such as hue/saturation, replace color, etc. And thanks to photoshop actions, applying this recolor to all the animation frames took just a couple of minutes.

Unfortunately, the fall leaves look "bright" in the nighttime version of the playscene. There does not seem to be a way to implement a darker version of these leaves for the nighttime playscene. If you look at the sprites in Tinker, you'll see that there are two sets of animations for Leaves A, B, and C and they're labeled "PropsAd" and "PropsAn", which would lead you to think that the developers originally intended for there to be a set of leaves for the day time, and a darker set for the night time. I guess the developers scrapped this idea because this does not work in the actual gameplay. When I experimented with this, the game appears to randomly display the nighttime sprite even during the day time, effectively ruining the intended affect. I'm not sure why the developers scrapped this. Either they had issues coding this properly or were just didn't want to put in the effort to make two sets of leaves.

WINTER

Instead of doing recolored leaves for this scene, I made all the leaves transparent and added holiday lighting to the tree. I know the lights aren't perfect - it was kind of hard to make out which direction a branch was going, so it has hard to maintain 'perfect' perspective.

CRYSTAL YARD

This is a bonus playscene that I made because I got a little side-tracked as I was working on the 4 seasons back yards. This is inspired by the Suramar zone from World of Warcraft, so it has a bit of that fantasy, night-elf feel and color scheme. It's been years since I've played WoW but I still appreciate the enchanting aesthetic of the elven zones.

I used gradient mapping again to recolor the leaves to give it this lavender, shimmery, iridescent look. I did a little bit of gaussian blurring and layer effects to make them look a little more "glowy" than the originals.

As before, Tinker won't let me edit the blinds, so it limited what edits I could do to the houses. I would love it if I could have done curtains instead or something. I did my best to make these houses look a little less suburban and more elven. It's not perfect but it was rough working with what I had.

KNOWN ISSUES / THINGS I COULDN'T EDIT

As far as I'm aware, there is no way to turn off the snow effect for seasons like summer where it wouldn't make sense. This probably involves some code-editing that is beyond my technical skillset.

The winter playscene still has the green grass footprint when your petz walk. The sprites for these are not housed within the .env itself but in the Petz 5 Rez.dll file. It would probably involve a bit of tweaking in the code to switch the sprites to something else.

The fall leaves are "bright" in the night time version because there is no way to implement a second, darker set of leaves.

I cannot edit the blinds animation. Tinker gives you an error when you try to edit this sprite. This unfortunately limits what edits I can make to the house and the fence because of where the sprite is positioned.

If anyone does know of solutions to these, do let me know as I'd love to enhance these scenes further!

ICONS

Making the icons for these was also a fun little project. For some odd reason though, the game puts a stray pixel over them when I import them through LnzPro. I did my best to disguise them but there does not seem to be a way to fix that.

BEFORE / AFTER

With all that rambling out of the way, visit my main page over at Magnolia Road > Resources > Playscenes to download the goodies!

#petz #petz 5

[asmo-cosmetics]

brothers + smoking hcs

because like, they're vices, i bet they have vices, y'know?

lucifer

genuine cuban cigars. barbatos has had them imported from the human world for him ever since diavolo found out about the habit.

he still finds it embarrassing, of course, but they are very good quality cigars. he doesn't have it in him to refuse.

he keeps two, wrapped, in the inside breast pocket of his coat. if you see him taking one from there (rather than the cigar box that sits eternally beside the gramophone in his bedroom), you know something particularly heinous just happened.

he keeps his lighter in that pocket, too. it's a zippo-style refillable, sterling silver and engraved with his name and the demon lord's crest.

another gift from diavolo. again, it's just excellent quality. the fact that it rests over his heart nearly at all times is incidental.

mammon

blacks, almost exclusively.

-- is what he says. they're menthol blacks, but he's old enough to remember when menthols were marketed primarily to women in the human world, and he's still kind of embarrassed about his "girl" cigarettes.

they're a devildom brand, but don't get it twisted, he still prefers the most expensive variety they have.

he also likes those flavored cigarillos, the cherry or honey ones, usually.

(there's also a demonus flavor in some stores. he loves those.)

leviathan

prefers weed.

is one of those guys who is really annoying about the fact that he prefers weed.

to be fair, this is probably mostly to annoy mammon.

probably has a vape pen and an online store he likes that does those dumb cartoon-themed carts but with like. nostalgic anime.

but... it's levi. so, like... bongs.

no, but it's levi, so seriously like a legit kind of impressive collection of custom bongs purchased directly from the glassblower's akuzon page.

one of them looks like ruri-hana's flower staff.

def one of those guys who can explain to you in scientific detail how all that shit works, too.

"but what's he like high" giggly. more talkative. fascinated by everything. really honest.

he'll have cigarettes sometimes. usually when he's lonely and he wants something that smells like his brothers.

satan

he grows, prepares, and blends everything he smokes himself. everything he blends smells fucking divine.

usually uses a pipe, but he has an antique hookah from the human world that he'll get out on occasion. also not opposed to rolling clove cigarettes if he finds good rolling papers.

(levi gets him those sometimes. in return for satan rolling joints for him because he can't roll for shit and satan's are always perfect.)

the pipe is a sherlock holmes replica. it was a gift from barbatos. he treasures it.

sometimes he'll infuse magic into a blend, usually for hookah sessions with other people. with satan, you can smoke a memory, or the sound of a string quartet, or an entire ballet.

but usually, it's just a taste to fit the book he's reading. some go best with an apple cider feel, you know?

asmodeus

he used to get those little disposable vapes all the time, but eventually levi felt bad and helped him pick out a permanent one.

his juice is like. all fruit and sweets and candy flavors. he has one that tastes like vanilla cupcakes that everyone likes the smell of.

also maybe this is kind of a pull but you know that brand black devil? that makes the strawberry cigarettes with the pink paper? yeah.

looong black audrey hepburn cigarette holder. he has a little collection, actually, because, well, they're accessories, but the black one is his favorite. it's elegant and cool and looks sexy in pictures.

beelzebub & belphegor

beel doesn't really smoke unless belphie's smoking, and belphie usually just steals from his brothers.

he has a brand of reds he likes but he mostly relies on someone else picking them up for him because he is Too Lazy to go to the store.

beel actually likes the taste of asmo's best, but the reds are still his favorite because they smell/taste the most like belphie.

belphie's favorite are actually a blend satan makes and rolls for him to help him sleep.

#this was fun #obey me! #obey me! fanfic #obey me! headcanons #obey me! lucifer #obey me! mammon #obey me! leviathan #obey me! satan #obey me! asmodeus #obey me! beelzebub #obey me! belphegor #also sorry for the dialuci crumbs i can't help myself lol #notebook

[fryofthefrench]

answer some or all I wanna know more about you 👁️👁️

Do you have freckles? 

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? 

What was the last song you listened to? 

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side? 

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? 

Do you prefer drawing or writing? 

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with? 

What’s your favorite band/artist? 

When is your birthday? 

How tall are you? 

What color are your eyes? 

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? 

Fears? 

What’s your favorite color? 

What’s your favorite season? 

Want any tattoos? What of? 

Want any piercings? Where? 

Who is the last person you texted? 

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? 

What/who do you miss? 

How was your day today? 

How much sleep did you get last night? 

Do you believe in aliens? 

When was the last time you cried? Why? 

What’s your favorite decade? 

What are some seemingly childish things you like? 

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? 

How are you, really? 

Does it take you a long time to make decisions? 

What are you looking forward to in the near future? 

What are you looking forward to in the distant future? 

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? 

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? 

What’s your favorite flower? 

Do you currently have a squish? 

Do you like your middle name? 

Do you prefer dogs or cats? 

Do you have any phobias? 

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? 

What’s your favorite cartoon? 

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many? 

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? 

Is there anyone you would die for? 

What do you need when you’re sad? 

Have you memorized your phone number? 

Who’s someone you can trust with your life? 

What does your last text say? 

Wild Card. Any question, ask away. 

GOD DAMN THAT'S A LOT OF QUESTIONS??? gonna answer probably all of them though. I only ask that you also answer some of them too please 😭

Do you have freckles?

No! I do have just a few birthmarks tho, most notable one is on my hand

Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it?

I drink both! I really like hot tea, almost any blend (although I'm not a fan of particularly Earl Grey tea, it tastes gross) and sometimes sweet tea. As for coffee I like it pretty sweet, a med to light roast with some sugar and creamer! My mom only makes dark roast though :((

What was the last song you listened to?

Risk, Risk, Risk! By Jhariah

Do you sleep on your back, stomach, it side?

Stomach and side! Sometimes on the couch I make an exception for my back, but otherwise I physically cannot fall asleep laying on my back

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

Absolutely!! And if I can't get one to sleep with I'll usually bunch up a bit of my blanket and pretend it's one.

Do you prefer drawing or writing?

Usually I prefer writing, I'm a very word oriented person if that makes sense? Which is why even when watching TV shows in English I still use the captions because it makes things more comprehensive in my mind. But sometimes I like to draw! Especially if it's something that I don't know how to put into words that make sense, y'know?

What's your ideal number of blankets to sleep with?

Depends on how big each blanket is but usually 2!! Although I absolutely CANNOT tolerate a comforter/the big blanket that most people use over their sheets. I use throw blankets almost always.

What's your favorite band/artist?

I'd say right now it's Jack Starbur! Although earlier this year it was Destroy Boys, and I almost convinced my brother to take me to the concert with them, Mother Mother, and Cavetown because I love all of them but alas we had no money 😭

When is your birthday?

March 5th! I just turned 17 last month as well lol (EDIE GOT ME A RUGGIE KEY CHAIN FOR MY BIRTHDAY I NEED TO MAKE A POST ABOUT THAT I LOVE IT SO MUCH)

How tall are you?

5'5 ½ ft or 166cm!

What color are your eyes?

Shit brown 😁

Who are 5 (or more) people you want to hug right now?

Uhhhh Edie, 2 of my teachers, Toby, Edd, and Jackie (I haven't talked to Edd or Jackie in a very long time but they're still on the list). Ooo and Kage and Vio!!

Fears?

ROACHES.

What's your favorite color?

Probably purple or something

What's your favorite season?

Fall!! It's a really beautiful time of year and it's the only time that the weather is actually tolerable in the whole year, and also marching band!

Want any tattoos? What of?

Oooo, I really want a few tattoos, mostly silly little ones of a few things, but I really want a big tattoo on my forearm of an anatomically correct heart!! Maybe on my shoulder instead but I can't decide!

Want any piercings? Where?

YES. I've been wanting a tongue piercing called Frog Eyes for years!!!! It's 2 vertical piercings on each side of your tongue!! I might also want a nose piercing or something but mostly frog eyes!!!

Who is the last person you texted?

Constance!

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends.

I think the most obvious answer is Edie (who I've been friends with for a little over a year now) but it's actually my bed. his name is Bertha and we've been friends for 6ish years!

Who/what do you miss?

I miss my old home! I used to live in California a long time ago and I just really miss the air around their, the general sense of existence there as well. Our apartment was in Joshua Tree so there wasn't a lot of people around very often! It was nice out there.

How was your day today?

Pretty good I think! I got Dr. Pepper spilled on my pants at lunch but that was actually pretty funny! I also went and spent time at my friend's house! I always love going there even if I'm scared to ask to go 😭 but it's genuinely one of my favorite places to exist in besides my bed.

How much sleep did you get last night?

I took my melatonin and fell asleep around 11, so about 6 hours if you subtract the time I was awake at 3 with an ATROCIOUS cramp in my calf 😔. Shit hurt man, had me crying and everything 😭 it still kinda hurt today but it wasn't anything I couldn't ignore lmao (yes this was answered with the purpose of going on a rant about the cramp last night even though ive had them before more times than i can count)

Do you believe in aliens?

Dawg the universe is way to big for aliens NOT to exist. So yeah I guess lol

When was the last time you cried? Why?

This morning when I woke up at 3am with that fucking cramp. If you don't count that then I think probably a week or 2 ago because I thought my friend was mad at me

What's your favorite decade?

Probably the 2000's ngl, that or 170 BC

What are some seemingly childish things that you like?

WARRIOR CATS. and people I love coming to support me at things!! It's not really a childish thing but for me it's something I wanted so badly as a kid and eventually grew out of the need for people I care about to come to things like performances that are important to me (but I still wanted it to happen). But one of my friends has been coming sometimes when I ask them too and it's the best!!!

What's your favorite book? Or just one you've read a few times?

CLAWS BY MIKE GRINTI. I LOVE THAT BOOK SO MUCH. I had a copy a few years ago that I read about 7 times but I lost it on a school trip somewhere a few years back.

How are you, really?

At this very moment I am chillin 😎 I just got home recently and my stepdad bribed me to run errands for him with a pretzel. I got 2 of my books back from someone who's had them for a year and I was reading it earlier, it's a good book and I was gonna go back to reading it later tonight as well. It's Not Even Bones by Rebecca Schaeffer. My mom hasn't woken up for work yet and my stepdad is on his computer, my brother's at work, so it's pretty quiet in the house and nice and calm.

Does it take you a long time to make decisions?

Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. It really just depends! But lately it's been a lot easier for me to just make a decision on a whim and go with it so decisions come a bit faster for me now

What are you looking forward to in the near future?

The eclipse! Don't tell my friend or my mom yet but I'm planning on asking if I can stay the night with my friend on Sunday and we can watch the eclipse together on Monday.

I'm also looking forward to getting a job, I've applied to a bunch of places and no one has really gotten back to me but I'm still trying!!

What are you looking forward to in the distant future?

Hmmm, I'd say college. But not starting college in general. I plan to get my bachelor's in psychology here nearby the town I live in but after that I plan on going to New York!! There's a college up there that I really wanna go to and I'm super excited to go there! Although I probably won't apply for another 10ish years, college is expensive and I need to save up

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go?

Either to one of my friend's house or wherever in my dream last night that I got the hoodie I had in said dream

Do you sleep with your door open or closed?

Open! I was never allowed to close it when I was younger and the habit stuck with me. That and I'm still not really allowed to close it very much ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

What's your favorite flower?

Lilly of the Valley and wild Geranium :D

Do you currently have a squish?

Yeah! It's a little owl and it's small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, I got it last year or so from someone

Do you like your middle name?

Yeah! It's Lyn, so pretty gender neutral!

Do you prefer dogs or cats?

Cats!

Do you have any phobias?

ROACHES. just roaches tho, any other bug is fine

Do you stay up late?

Sometimes! I'm not allowed to have my phone at night anymore on school nights so it's really boring but sometimes I do stuff to keep me entertained like read or go for a walk. I try to go to sleep tho (which is why I take melatonin) because it makes waking up in the mornings just a little easier

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy?

I've only been to the beach once when I was a little kid but it was still pretty mediocre. Maybe it'd be more fun now but I'm still not really gonna go out of my way to go to one, especially not by myself. If I do ever go to one again it'd be to have fun with whoever I'm with!

What's your favorite cartoon?

Too many good ones to choose from ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

Do you have siblings? How many?

I have 1 brother 😁 he's 19

Although sometimes if I think for long enough I could probably say that Toby is my brother as well and get away with it. Someone actually thought he was my cousin or something one time

Who was the last person you said "I love you" too?

My friend 😭 the same friend I keep talking about lmao. Although idk if I actually said it or not but like body language??? Y'know? Not words but with actions and stuff. I count that as saying it tho sooo :D

Is there anyone you would die for?

MY CAT. and Cinnamon. And yes like half my friends but mainly the cats.

What do you need when you're sad?

Emotional support hot cocoa™. And a stuffed animal. And my hoodie. But mainly a nap or something. Sob my eyes out and then depersonalize and no longer be sad about it and just go to sleep lol

Do you have your phone number memorized?

Yes but I don't trust myself that I have it memorized so I always check it to make sure

Who's someone you can trust with your life?

Toby and Edie probably. maybe Constance.

What does your last text say?

"I like bananas because they have no bones" that song is almost always playing in my head somewhere i SWEAR

Wild card

What's your favorite philosophical idea??????

HUZZAH. I ANSWERED ALL OF THEM. IT TOOK HOURS BUT IT HAPPENED ‼️‼️

hopefully this isn't far too much to read 😭

I exposed myself quite a bit for this too without thinking but I'm too lazy to go back and read it and change it so I apologize if shit gets weird or something up there.

#THAT WAS A LOT OF QUESTIONS #IT WAS FUN THO #yippee

[italoniponic]

𝓑𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 - mini-project

Our Friendship Won't Wither

| Notes: this one was not a repeated request or anything. It’s just that I fell in love with the idea that @that-one-fanperson sent me a request about a Reader who leaves flowers on some of the boys desks without telling them or just leaving a note. I wrote for Silver and Azul (as the request) and Epel as my own choice. But I liked this so much that I might write for some of the others as well? if i have time This one is a bit of a teaser for that lol Also that I wanted something new for Ortho since I only wrote for him once and I wanted to have more of, since he's the best for wholesome content. And there’s a lot of flowers that have meanings of friendship, so I tried to use that as well~

Ortho Shroud & gender neutral reader / platonic / wholesome / the three F’s: fluff, flower language and friendship / minor mention of Fairy Gala: What If / reader is into gardening / use of “you” pronouns

Like other classmates in Class 1-C, Ortho found it curious the strange apparition of a flower on his desk. He took it and scanned it, discovering in his database that it was an alstroemeria. It was a beautiful flower, unlike anything he had seen before with his own hands or even in the few places where he went;

Alstroemeria was very similar to lily but had small vertical streaks on some of its long petals that blended pink streaks on a white background. Ortho remembered when he helped his friends to infiltrate in the Fairy Gala, a rather fun and dear occasion for him — although it was laborious anyway;

With a little more research, Ortho found the meaning of the flower: “full happiness, longtime friendship.” He greatly appreciated the meaning. It was necessary to keep guard of it for the rest of the class, especially since Lucius was feeling disturbed by the flower’s mere presence and subtle smell — and Ortho discovered that alstroemeria was toxic to animals;

Prof. Trein asked where Ortho had gotten that flower, but he could only answer that he found it by surprise — the others confirmed his story. Although, Ortho kept to his own circuits the intuition that there was one person who might have done this little gift of appreciation for him;

As soon as the lessons were over, Ortho left the class and went looking for you through the hallways. He had mapped out a few options of where you could be before heading to the cafeteria and without error he found you on the courtyard, tending to a small creeping flower bed that Crowley allowed you to use. “Hello! Thank you for the alstroemeria!,” Ortho thanked while suddenly announcing himself;

You took a fright at his sudden appearance, almost dropping your watering can. You were also surprised to learn that the boy had tracked the flower to you so fast and efficiently. But in the end, you smiled and stroked his head, as if little Shroud was your own little brother. You were thrilled to know that Ortho was happy with your wish to have a long-lasting friendship with him;

A few days later, you were spending your time in the peaceful courtyard. Sitting on the bench, your attention was divided between the flowers growing and the tiredness of a full day of classes and lessons. Suddenly, you felt something being put in your head. Ortho then appeared next to you, floating from the bushes to the front of the bench with an amused expression;

You took from your head a crown of globe amaranths, small flowers whose small, sharp petals formed small, round globes. They were of the most delicate shade of lilac, and the pollinating parts of the flower looked like soft light yellow ornaments, speckled all over. A cute gift, no doubt;

“I searched around in my data and Globe Amaranth stands for immutability and long-lasting friendship as well,” Ortho informed you, happily. “Ah! And if you hand it as a crown, they say it brings good luck!” He had a few more amaranth flower crowns on his arm, probably for other people he wanted to congratulate. You were the second to receive, Idia still would come first in these cases;

But you didn’t care about the position because you knew that any gift from Ortho came from within his big heart and that was actually the most important to you. You gently patted Ortho’s metallic cheeks, wishing him good luck in delivering the other crowns. You both said goodbye and you sighed, but more joyfully this time. Your little friend was very precious.

#twisted wonderland #ortho shroud #platonic relationships #friendship with reader #ortho & reader #no ship no romance #twst headcanons #twst fanfic #cherry's writing #bits of cherry #twst fluff

[lavendelhummel]

✨💙 Spreading some love and joy in people's ask boxes 💙✨ If you get this, it means you're awesome and I hope you're having a great day! 💗 If you like, copy and paste this message to 3 other lovely blogs to keep it going, and answer my riddles three: What is your favorite breakfast food? Would you rather be a bird or a fish? If you could move anywhere in the world, money's not an issue, where would you live?

Ohhh Hi!

God, this is so sweet and honestly helped a lot to see on a day, when I needed something positive. Thank you, Lilo, you are awesome, too, and I am so glad to be your friend! This message really meant a lot!!!

So I took a few days to answer, as not to let this be overshadowed by the not fully-great, overworked day I was actually having, or rather week. Now I took a few moments over the weekend, only worked part of the day, and am doing late shifts for 'real work' this week, so I actually had breakfast and am in perfect mood to answer these questions!

🫖 So, yeah, usually I don't eat breakfast. I think it's about habitudes and I am always to lazy to get out of bed earlier than I absolutely must, I roll out, wash up, dress and am on my way. Also I am not hungry at 6-8am, I couldn't eat then (let's not talk about how not having time for lunch break then results in not eating until dinner more often than it should recently).

So when I do make myself breakfast, it's on weekends or occasions and then that is a nice and special thing in its own. It's about the process of making it for myself almost more than the actual eating (almost).

First of all, tea. Back tea, preferably darjeeling. Ok, who am I trying to fool, if it's not my special darjeeling blend I will crinkle my nose in distaste (but then proceed to drink and enjoy it nevertheless). But I am a slow drinker, it takes a long time to drink my tea, and also I like having it in a big mug, 0,5L mug (with flowers on it, but my fav broke during moving :( ).

I love pancake-sunday! It doesn't have to be on a Sunday, it can also be pancake-saturday ;). I will stand there in the kitchen, either in my pajamas or freshly showered in a pretty dress (we are assuming it's summer because this is an ideal scenario, right), flour in my hand, pouring it into a bowl - I never use recipes, too much of a hassle, and I do know how to cook/bake - add sugar, vanilla pudding powder, margarine and oat milk/water, mix it, heat it, flip it. I need to re-practice the flipping part! Since I didn't have a real kitchen for a few months I didn't make any for at least half a year (and let's be honest before the move I didn't exactly have the time to cook anything for quite a while) I am out of practice. The best is if I have people to share the pancakes with, or at least leave some for them. With raspberries on top, of course!

But most of the time, I am more of a savory type of person? Not sure, but after having had pancakes this Saturday (as I said, I tried to take a few moments this weekend), I had to have bread with aubergines and apple and cookies yesterday and today. A few years ago I also ate a lot of oatmeal with apples and raspberries but I am a phase-kind of person and it's passed.

🐦/🐟: Well, I don't think it's surprising when I tell you, that I once, when asked what animal I would be in an application process, I said fish. I said I like to immerse myself in things and give 100% - I was young and naïve, okay? Now, I say, I want the calm embrace of the ocean. Also orca are not fish but closer to fish than to birds and have you seen their hippocampi? Their brains look so funny because of it, almost like a cube, it's just a big chunk added to something that looks like ours in the place where the hippocampus lays. It's because of their incredible sense of group and empathy. I would like to experience living with others connected like that. And to the surprise of no one: I like to talk. I talk a lot. I like languages. And orcas have that, too, so that's cool (this is not at all inspired by having worn my new orca themed yesterday, why do you ask?).

But still, this answer is not completely one sided. Being a bird, sometimes, I long for that lightness, that gliding, that clichéd freedom we associate with flying - that's when I get my skates on (ok, I do/did that everyday, but honestly that gliding on wheels is very freeing too. I never dare dance and move my body around as much as I do on my skates. But I'll have to see with all the moving going on at the moment where and how often I find skating spaces. I miss my old route, I was long, and wide, and with lots of flowers blooming everywhere).

I remember that I already told you that application-fish story, and also the follow up, but it's funny enough to mention again: what part of a bike would you be? At the time I said the handle bar (as in for steering), and at the time I think that was fitting, but since then I have been pushed beyond limits again and again and new boundaries that got pushed past and now I would be content to be the carrier, I think. Everyone likes having one, but if you are broken, it doesn't matter, the thing rolls without just fine. Maybe one day I will be the light, the pedals or the brakes again. God, I went off topic again, didn't I? Ok, next!

🏡 Where would I like to live? I would love to move back to Brittany. I felt very alive and at home there, even when I struggled with friendships and myself, just being there soothed me a lot. I loved the city I lived in, but also all the other places, the ones I know from vacation and the ones I just visited for a day, but work wise, the one I lived in would be the only place I'd want to be in. But while I am there, yeah, the problem with moving there would not be money, it would be the work system. Transferring was possible at some point but for the next few years will be almost impossible (if I am not willing to jump through one very big hoop, which I am not), and also, I just will not. I am sorry, our system here is already broken and horrible, but the one there is even worse.

I am moving to the place, I said I wanted to move to quite some time, in a few months, so we will see about that. I am not so sure anymore if it's a good fit for me, might be too big. I like middle sized cites, but after small town life for a few years I was ready for change and made these plans. I actually really like the place I live in at the moment, just city-wise. But the thing is...

What I really want from a place, have always wanted and needed, but with all my recent moves (4 in the past 6-7 months, wait has I already been half a year??? what is time even??), is a home. I loved my room in my shared apartment in that small town because it was my safe harbor, it was my home.

So there is that, and mostly because of this nomad life recently: I want to be in a place, where I have a past, a life (so that's not gonna happen until I create one because I am not moving back anywhere for sure), where I have people, friends. Not just nice acquaintances, who could become friends, if we invest time, that we all don't have, before moving on. People, I know, People, who know me. That I can easily spent time with. I long for the ease to just go over to my friends, or that other friend's place, without that damn distance that is always there, I just want to be there for the birthdays and the breakups, the new pets, glasses and dinners, and whatever happens. Zoom is great. It is, but it's not the same thing, and even finding time for phone calls is hard with most of my friends, everyone living their lives, going on and before you know it, months have past and you haven't talked but you still miss each other, but you just don't have the energy, the time, the money to go over there, and why did they have to move away in the first place? Why did you have to move away? And you know why, you are happy not be there anymore, you are happy for them to not be there anymore because it's better for them, and that is how life goes, but you miss the ease and the picnics and talks without 'lifeupdates' and ... - That I want that from wherever I move. Sorry for getting off topic again. As always.

Thank you so much again for the uplifting message and the positive questions, and letting me talk without . & , (not that I gave anyone a choice here, I mean you could stop reading, so anyone who reads this thanks for reading my blabbering!). Thank you and have a great day, too!

#This got so long I changed locations in between. greetings from the library for before my shift starts but now I wrote this so there is not #much time left I better get offline #and online to pubmed #ask meme #I also want to send this to people #I will have to later after work! something to look forward to!

[zanerak]

Was Tagged in this post by @azonine and my edible hit a while ago. let's go for it everybody thank you beloved

Last Song: my sister and i were listening to our spotify blend earlier and i think it's updating itself bc i could've sworn the last thing i remember was something like passion by nicki minaj with a pink album cover but i can't find this song so i think i made it up. likely what i actually hear was Bomb Intro / Pass That Dutch by Missy Elliot. it's my sister's contribution but i vibe with it. apparently we're an 83% match which is interesting. she also keeps making fun of me for saying ethoslab is attractive but i'm literally right. sorry you wouldn't understand

Favorite Color: BRIGHT red slightly pink. i never used to say i have a favorite color and i lost my shoe. i've found it. anyway i gravitate towards red, especially that shade. i also love just black of course but that is a safe color that goes with anything. but red. that's bold. also many flowers are red. flowers are gorgeous. every single one. godbless they make the world cooler

Last Movie/TV: The Wilds. one of those cancelled lesbian shows. unfortunate. it's not as good as Yellowjackets though. i think they spend too much time on everyone's backstories but they're honestly not that complex like half of season 1 is leah having a breakdown over that guy and they want to be like leah is an obsessive person but they only show the one thing like. her other obsessions are so much more interesting i don't care about mr pedophile writer guy i literally do not care. let her go insane she deserves it for being bisexual. the last movie is possibly blue beetle which was alright for an airplane movie, wish i could pause it though. why tf is it a channel? who put live channels on planes? who did that? you deserve SUFFERING. also, while i was writing this i realized i actually later watched the new percy jackson episode with my sister so that actually but i don't remember anything from the books and unfortunately the show is clearly directed towards the same age range as the original series and it's like. good for what it is but selfishly i wish it was cooler for me specifically. rick riordan is cool though

Sweet/Spicy/Savory?: sweet or savory depends on my mood really. but savory maybe? although i am searching it up and now i am confused about the definition. i love the savory crepes (the philly) from crepevine it's possibly my favorite meal ever. would love to eat crepevine every day all day ever

Relationship Status: newly single. please hmu if you like taking care of pathetic people or alternatively have a lot of money

Last Thing I Googled: "vegetable list" to answer the llff qotd which i keep saying in my head as "quote of the day". before that. soojin g-idle. queen. you would've killed it in queencard i know it. also as you can see above i am in fact single

Current Obsession: i think my depression is currently bad enough to prevent me from a single obsession currently. i searched the wilds on tumblr a couple times but it's like 90% people complaining about canceled wlw shows bc tumblr search is unusable. i wouldn't call it anything close to an obsession though, it just happens to be what i'm currently binging. most recently though - poppy seed pets. also rewatched a couple community episodes. such a good show my god. wish alison brie was asian. also i have been thinking about tattoos a lot. specifically my new one which was my first. got with friends. very cute (: further i am going to be so abnormal about the boys s4. i don't have a kin list but i'm starting one rn putting jordan li at the top. minecraft character bdoubleo100 second. king from the owl house third. not for size reason we just both get disrespected. taking recommendations for additions that aren't a random small animal you saw on instagram - please keep in mind that i am 7'4" in real life and extremely intimidating. i am also considering adding nora from the wilds (autistic) and abed community (autistic) and todd sanchez bojack horseman (aspec but actually we're not that similar. i think i am just thinking about him. what a lad.) and perhaps. asian lesbian from scream queens because i too think chanel no. 3 is hot. actually every character from community except pierce is relateable. also generally any character that is "bad" representation of a minority group and knows it but i haven't seen much of that kind of character. they should make more of them for the bitches like me who are simultaneously whitewashed and a stereotype

#trash dump #mine

[doggirlhen]

i just finished spiritfarer, actually properly finished. its impossible for me to talk about this game purely subjective bc its so. close to me. and my lived experience. putting this big long thing under a keep reading, warnings for discussion of death and whatnot as thats the prominent theme of the game, and spoilers for the game probably

please excuse the messy, rambly writing, im very tired and very very emotional about this sad boat game and just need to get my thoughts about it down before i go crazy

impossible to not cry at the end. i bought this game around 2019 on my switch, fresh after two or three big familial deaths. picked it up here and there but could never get myself to the end, either being to busy or it being too much for me. i finally found some time now, after owning it on PC for a year or two, to sit down and let myself experience it.

this game treats the passing of loved ones with such respect and care and the grief that follows so beautifully. even the characters i didnt much care for i felt heavily about when it was their turn through the everdoor. it blends this grief with gameplay mechanics so well, and doesnt ever let you forget those close to you. almost every character either has a resource you can collect because of them, their spirit still there when you need more of it, or theyre the ones who had you build the crafting station to make materials and youre reminded of them when you step in the door. i found myself making sure i had everyones favorite foods stocked in my inventory well past their exit. and to really hammer it in, everyone gets their profile marked in the stars when theyre gone.

stella's job is to take care of people, but shes always felt like a vessel-type character to me, as ive had my dealings with the loss of loved ones and those around me and found it incredibly easy to wear her shoes.

moments that really stood out to me were atul not letting you take him through, you just find his flower on its own. so heavily touched me, a man whos only ever cared for you not letting you see his struggles because he knew thats all youd devote yourself too. stanley, letting the weird kid take it the only way a kid could, curious but scared but you were holding his hand. i cant even begin to talk about daria, shes new to me and i can only hope no one can relate to her story but feel for her just the same. gwen, god i could go on about gwen. all the characters feel so lively, so real, all dealing with whats ending them as best they can.

the one that got me the most, though, was astrid. my grandmother on my moms side passed in 2019, so already getting me with a grandmother character but astrids story and motivations remind me so much of her and one of her lines at the everdoor, "dont forget me or i'll haunt you" sounds exactly like somehting my grandmother would say. tears pouring out of my eyes only beat by the end of the game as a whole. such a beautiful story

and beautiful game, too. breaking from the sad stuff for a bit to say the art and music are so beautfully crafted and touching, every character design and choice of animal so perfectly selected. look at darias profile how can you not fall in love immediately. look at her :3

just. please play this game if you have any sort of feelings about grief and loss. its touched my heart several times in the years since 2016 after lots of familial death and covid. its a bunch of different games at once, largely a resource management and crafting game but the story is so well written and the visuals are beautiful and im soon to buy the soundtrack because i always need it with me

this game means so much to me and will forever be on my mind, one million thank yous and tears to thunder lotus games and everyone involved.

#barks #spiritfarer

[apocalypticsinn]

🥑, 🍑, 🍓, 🍎 for the queen themselves ambrosia? :3 @/giransbunnywife

I forgot about the ask and got jump scared by a message in my inbox ahdiasohIOH hellolovelythankyoufortheask ;;

🥑 [AVACADO] What will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?: Their previous actions in their old village. No matter what, Ambrosia will defend what they've done wholeheartedly. They don't think they've done anything wrong or bad, and that their horrible deeds were justified by the villagers actions. Also, they won't allow anyone else to try and even harm Black Hat. This is not out of a kindness or show of care, but because they wish to be the one to end his life themself, so even if you know you can do true damage to him, Ambrosia will NOT allow you.

🍑 [PEACH] How do they show their kindness? How kind are they truly?: This was an interesting one to answer! Ambrosia is a complex character, and it's hard to decide who is 'kind' or not in this world... Depending on what mood you meet them in or the situation, they may be kind or cold. I had to answer this thinking, "If I were to ask Ambrosia, how would they answer?" And their response may be that they look a little surprised at the question. "How kind am I? As kind as I need be in the situation. What you see as kind others may see as cold. It is all about personal perspective, is it not? About if what I do is beneficial to you or what you have been taught." Ambrosia does have kindness in them, and it's reflected in how they treat those closest, or better yet, the things they like I suppose. Ambrosia won't stop to help a starving man on the street, but will gladly take in a young lost kitten and raise it in the greenhouse. They've calmed down Black Hat's unnecessary explosions on his underlings a few times, and stopped him from hurting a civilian for no reason or Dr. Flug and 5.0.5.. They've healed an injured birds wing, or brought flowers back from the brink. They've invited an underling or two to tea in their chambers, being the one themself to mix the blend and pour it for the guest. And if you're close with them, they've even been seen handing out charms for different protections or enhancements. So I guess they're right, it's all about perspective! This is a question that's up for others to decide, and Ambrosia does not care about the answers.

🍓 [STRAWBERRY] How do they feel about 'cute' things?: Ambrosia actually likes cute things! When it comes to animals especially, they make them smile. Ambrosia is the type of person when walking to say hello to people's dogs LOL This is also because as a witch, animals are naturally drawn to them, but they also just love little creatures haha. They do enjoy 5.0.5.'s company a lot, and do call him cute. If you were to show them something like Sanrio characters, Ambrosia may let out a little, "Ha! How... Silly." with a small smile. They've never had the chance or been given such a gift, but if they were to receive a cute stuffed plushy like a squishable, they would actually cherish it and keep it on their bed or shelf.

🍎 [RED APPLE] Who does your OC value above all else?: OhHHHH Who? Interesting... Their mother, Juniper. Despite her passing hundreds of years prior, Ambrosia still speaks to her and prays to her. Every major decision Ambrosia makes, a small part of their mind calls out to their mother for strength and comfort. They love their mother more than anything, even to this day. They committed their previous atrocities 'in her name'. Thy believe they are where they are today from their love for their mother. If not their mother, a very close second would be their (future or current depending on when this would be asked lol) children, Nyx, Anubis, and Abysmal. Despite who their father is, Ambrosia is still fiercely protective of their children, and would stop at nothing to ensure their safety. When their children each come into this world, Ambrosia changes slightly, as a new parent does, and they begin to focus on their children more than killing Black Hat (for a short period of time when they are each very young and still reliant on Ambrosia). Their children's lives and happiness is all that matters to the Queen, nothing else. (Although they still say that even when they and Black Hat die, they don't mind to leave their children behind, so that's an odd thing... Take it as you will LOL)

#Ambrosia #Villainous OC #asks #this was so much fun to answer I love talking about Ambrosia ashdiaoshIOSDH #thank you again lovely ;;

[katewalker]

my fave edits of 2022

just like last year, i want to pat my silly brain for making stuff on the puter, so here's my top 10 for the edits i posted on this little blog in 2022 with a before/after editing for some stuff:

10. the Rapp Scallion gifset - because it was fun to make and the animation is just that good (and thank you Sae to make me gif good old point'n'click games 💟)

09. the first gifset I made for Syberia in better quality and also realising I got better at coloring (I love this game with my entire being but it is horrible to color)

08. the Razputin Aquato dancing gifset (my baby son) because it loops perfectly and you'll see that i like the color purple

07. the Syberia: The World Before gifset I made to practise blending, I still have progress to make but I couldn't say no to some angst

06. the Delphene CC menu gifset in one the most recent patch for BG3 because i do love her so much and the coloring is nice here

05. the Pernille gifset in her bikini because you have no idea the time i spent to make her wink while doing her little pose and managing so many thing at the same time... also she's hot af

04. the video i made for Sae's birthday, because i invested a lot of time to edit this (even the audio). Sae liking it is the best reward ever

03. the silly Kate Walker fancam i made for comfort, i go back regularly to it fsfdff listen i love her and this does comfort me when i'm sad

02. the Kaamelott knights as raccoon memes gifset, truly one of my greatest work ever. this tells you anything you need to know about the knights of the round table + king loth

01. the Flower District of Vaghen gifset from Syberia: The World Before... what can i say, Vaghen is such a pretty place

BONUS. i also wrote 3 pieces for Delphene and Wyll (BG3) this year and here's my fave one

last year i tagged my content creator mutuals to do this if they wanted for anything literrally any kind of content they made, so if you wanna do something like this, please tag me so i can see all the pretty things you all made!! 💟

#*pau edits #edit review 2022

[streetslost]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 / 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 .

ANIMAL: you know. i used to say that while she's called cat, she isn't actually associated with cats. but i'm taking that back... there are certainly other animals i could tie to cat but i think it's safe to snag domesticated ( and even some feral ) felines for this answer. aloof, sneaky, but playful and social. cats need others and so does cat the human. cats can be independent and sassy but still goofballs and clumsy. cat encompasses these... but one of the bigger relations is how people see cats. especially strays and the like. the correlation with how they're viewed is a sharp stab, as well. not everyone is a bleeding heart that sees a stray and feels bad... many see something mangy and lonesome. perhaps mean and ready to attack with its claws. it takes bonding and care and patience to get through to the softer behaviors beneath... and such apply to cat, as well.

COLOR(S): dark, crimson-y reds. the color of passion, anger, love, and blood/trauma. a mixture, a balance, able to represent the spectrums. cat's fury yet her love. she is a being of strong emotions even if she's good at hiding them or feigning apathy.

MONTH: ...okay she doesn't have strong emotions on everything and her feelings on months is. minimal lol. everything blends to her. from a mun perspective/association, i tend to snag june for her because that's... a lot of when her life has had major turning points.

SONGS: honest && parachute - k.yndal i.nskeep ( thanks mel ajksajkdlf;a ), breathe me - s.ia, everything burns - b.en m.oody ft. a.nastacia, royals - l.orde, human - c.hristina p.erri, renegades - x a.mbassadors, my blood - e.llie g.oulding

DAY OR NIGHT: night, when she can move through the shadows, blend in with the chaos and the lost and the wanderings. when she can get the most of her "work" done ( cough, stealing, cough ). when she's lonely and can stare up to the sky and know the stars are there even when lost among the light pollution. her friends, the only things that last long enough they might not leave her, too.

PLANTS AND FLOWERS: ivy. she grows and clings. she can be a beautiful addition or a poisonous survivor. she can aide or hurt. nothing about her screams lovely or inviting, she depends on her surroundings, depends on how you look at her. she can be what you make her. growing and growing in some way or another, even when she feels as though the world is chopping her away day by day.

SMELL: on the streets, she smells of desolation. to be more specifics... sweats and grime. of neglect and unwant. hurt and anger. occasionally just empty after a shower... like nothing, she doesn't go for fragrance. just trying to survive. in a home, she smells of the earth. of flowers and fresh dough. someone loved, in a home, someone with a passion, someone trying to grow in a productive and wonderful way.

GEMSTONE: ruby. mostly just because the color...

SEASON: fall or spring. ending or beginning.

FOOD: cop out answer is doughnuts just because she's obsessed, nothing fancy here lol.

ELEMENT: earth or fire. life and destruction ( things both earth and fire each represent in a way, one does not belong to only one element ). growth and decay, burning and thriving. calm and grounded or wild and untamed. helpful or hurtful.

DRINK: hot chocolate. a comfort, something viewed usually childlike, something that is sweet and warm and made for the long dreariness of cold and lonely. part of stories with happy endings and needs of comfort. she loves it, she deserves it. but unfortunately for her the mug is often cold and the chocolate bitter pieces at the bottom of a sour cup of milk.

tagged by : @vulpesse ( thank you, love !!! ) tagging : @famefound and anyone else who reads this :eyes:

#&&. headcanon ( a closed heart makes a poor story )

[flowflowerflowever]

It's been a while

It's been a while since I wrote. Sorry for the absence. I hope you've been doing well, even without me. I've been wanting to write, but I couldn't find the energy until today. Not until I knew what I wanted to say. Not until I knew I could say something. You may have this issue too. The thing that keeps you from doing things that you know you like and you know are good for you and you know give you life. What is that thing? I think it feeds on distance. The more distance we put between ourselves and the things we love to do, the stronger it gets. Or maybe it's our perception of its strength that changes. Maybe there's nothing there at all. Maybe it's just our fear of time. Maybe we need to change how we track the passage of time.

Do you ever remember we are living in the world? Most of the time it feels like we are some place else. Like where we are and what we are and what we do has nothing to do with the world, the natural world. But we are the natural world. Everything is the natural world. We could use some rewilding. I could use some rewilding of my mind. It brings me hope to know that someone else in the world is having the same idea as I am at the same time. We are truly never alone. And it is not just our pain that is our bridge. It can also be our confusion, our luck, our vision, our ideas, our feelings, our fingerprints, our tastes. Anything could be a bridge if we allow them.

Maybe I can say this because I've traveled a lot as a young person, but I'd like to have a home. I'd really like to have a space on Earth that I can use to grow things and tend to in the ways I need. I really want to have a space that I can nurture a long relationship with. Something that I can sink into. Some place that blends with my sense of self, my sense of boundaries between inside and outside. I want a deep meaningful relationship with a place. I want to stop being fed on by where I live. I want to stop fighting to live where I do. I'm no longer interested in seeing the world. I'm more interested in seeing the seasons change from one place. Learning the rhythms of a place. Syncing up my rhythms. I want a relationship with the trees, the wind, the birds, the sky, the rains, the grasses, the spiders, the worms. I want to know each flower by name. I want to gather and grow. This isn't a return-to-the-land renaissance. This is become-a-fucking-human-animal dream. Goal. Need.

This is me saying hello, it's been a while. It's good to write.

#stream of consciousness #rewilding

[acquavergine]

So what do you like to cook? How did you begin cooking? How did you learn?

I like to cook really simple food with fresh ingredients.. (I don't buy anything with conservatives or colorants obviously...) I wouldn't call it Italian food per se... I am much more interested in the Mediterranean ingredients themselves than any specific type of cooking.. although I do like the structure of the Italian meal: antipasto(they say you should never start eating on an empty stomach), primo, secondo, contorno, nuts and fruit.. really long and drawn out, jovial conversation ideally. I never force people to eat big portions (I believe forcing people to overeat is abusive, although I know it can stem from food insecurity)... I like to put the dishes in the center so the eater can choose how much they want on their own plate. 

Weekday cooking around here splits the long meal into two... lunch: primo & salad... dinner: secondo & contorni... and that makes sense and seems nice to me although I am not an expert on nutrition... I personally prefer to have pasta for lunch as opposed to dinner, not everyday of course, other kinds of primi: polenta, risotto, farro salad, pesto-y orzo, hearty minestra, etc... 

I describe the food I make like this: inspired by typical daily dishes, but lighter, always keeping vegetable dishes meatless (there is a tendency to add animal fats to everything here..) all my cooking is produce forward anyway. If I am preparing a full meal, I put equal importance on primo/secondo/contorni (sides): portion sizes I guess I mean... for example: not too much pasta, a smallish piece of meat or fish and a lot of vegetables! Plus I like to wait kind of a while between courses... I like to rearrange familiar flavor combinations and also do experiments.. (when Matteo eats something I prepared we play this game where he guesses all the ingredients/spices/which region the olive oil is from/etc..)

Anchovy (garum/fish sauce), fennel (bulb, seeds, dried yellow flowers), and lemon (fresh and preserved in salt) are my favorite flavors. I also love coffee and chocolate. The significant importance of "broth" is always on my mind. I save all kinds of scraps in the freezer to make special broths depending on the dish or my mood or the weather. I collect salt because I think its type/size is also of significant importance. The iconic pancake is something I treasure... not just the American kind we know and love in the modern world (with maple syrup which I also treasure)... but also the way it seems each culture has their own version of a "pancake", at least something cooked on a hot flat surface, sweet or savory it doesn't matter, even the kind I read about in the ancient Roman cookbooks... with warm honey or covered in poppy seeds or used to soak up sauce... the point is I think pancakes are a brilliant idea that comes from the deep collective consciousness. I rotate through a few key "Rachel" recipes, and if you know me then you know what they are because I really prepare them often: pancakes are one of them... some particular soups... "fake parmigiano" (almonds/cashews/miso/salt blended)... polenta with a poached egg... whole roasted fish... pasta arrabbiata... arugula pesto... tortilla di patata... meatballs... wilted garlic-y bitter greens... broccoli pasta. zucchini pasta. braised radicchio...  sweet and sour bell peppers... slow cooked potatoes and fennel (sometimes blended)... fennel/orange/black olive salad... cabbage/celery/apple/lemon/almond salad... red cabbage and red onion risotto... breaded and roasted thickly sliced white onions... my famous chocolate and olive oil cake... ginger bread... wine and black pepper biscuits...  etc. I am always searching for satisfaction/balance of the taste buds (mine and others) and I love when I feel it. I remember everyone's dietary restrictions, even people I barely know. It means a lot to me to share off the same plate with someone.   

I guess the first real memory I have of cooking myself is breading zucchini (flour, egg, breadcrumbs) and frying it to eat with sour cream... maybe I was 8 or 9. I have a lot of food memories from my childhood. My nonna (who immigrated to the states when she was 12) always cooked big Sunday meals and I would watch her. And my great grandma on the other side kind of reminded me of Julia Child and I remember she always had a bowl of freshly whipped cream in the fridge that we would eat with cinnamon and sugar sprinkled on top.  I also watched a lot of Food Network shows when I was young, Nigella Lawson & Ina Garten. Once I lived on my own, I started cooking with my friends, but I never imagined I would work in the restaurant industry. There were some particular friends along the way who left a mark on my cooking journey, by giving me a nice sharp knife (I always used the standard "nonna knife" before then), or showing me techniques and foods and restaurants I had never heard of. Then I guess in SF is where I started working in professional kitchens... the first job I could find when I moved there in 2010 was as an office manager for this tiny, fancy cake shop. It was just the owner and me. She was super hesitant to hire me with no experience running a small business and also with a timid voice, but she saw herself in me and thought it was important that our paths crossed. She's one of those who had done a lot of acid/meditating in the 70s and can see time and space in a different way (we're still good friends and write each other long emails about once a year, she's now retired to Hawaii)... Anyway, I'll never forget one day she was making a taco-shaped cake (this was way before the cakes-shaped-like-other-things movement was trendy!) and she was struggling making enough white chocolate that look like shredded cheese, she was squeezing little piece by little piece between her fingers making each shred individually. The person was coming to pick-up and she was on the verge of a panic attack, so I asked if I could help (she didn't like help with her cakes)... and I found an actual cheese grater and simply graded the block of chocolate so we had enough "chocolate cheese" in a matter of minutes. The next morning she told me to put an ad on craigslist for a new office manager and I thought she was firing me but really she was "moving me to the kitchen" and that's how my baking days started.

  After my time in San Fran came to a dramatic end (because of someone who lived on the edge of Lake Merritt actually now that I think of it...) I started working at a bread bakery in Providence. And that was my dream job, and I would still be working there now if it hadn’t gone up in flames (figuratively). Shortly after that, I somehow convinced the chef/owner of Loïe Fuller's to let me cook on the line but only on the busiest nights of the week because I wanted to learn quickly and with him..(he was reading a book about Alice Waters at the time and I came to him with the idea to do a dinner on tuesday nights going off the menu and using up all the food that would otherwise be thrown away... and after a while we did do it, and we mixed it with live music and called it Incidental Tuesdays and it was a hit) anyway, I did learn a lot: about cooking (the chef had learned to cook under someone who headed the kitchen on a marine ship, so my training was not “culinary” but more so “pirate”) and the way restaurants are run (inventory/finances/dynamics/events/etc). That job was really beautiful and I made some important friendships, but it also came to an abrupt end about a year later when that same person flicked lamb's blood on my chef whites as a joke and I walked out on the spot. The next morning (which would be my last shift) he brought me a mason jar full of weed, a fancy nitro-iced coffee, and a hundred dollar bill (that he owed me for screen printing t-shirts) but I quit nonetheless... and started planning a trip to Italy. But now I'm rambling... 

Since then, I have worked in some beautiful restaurants and catering projects in Nyc, London, Italy and Western Mass.. I have also done some special pop-ups and secret dinner club events. I could write about cooking a lot more... but I want to answer some of your other questions now.

[marbletangles]

Art lately

I have been working on different kinds of zentangles for a few months now, they were relatively new to me considering I only did one project with zentangles in high school. I have to say I really enjoy them. It's fun to just make something kind of random, there's no wrong way. I do struggle with some of the patterns, but others are easier for me. Anyways, while working on these new zentangle patterns I have also been working with other forms of art that are slightly new as well. In my art foundation 1 class in college, we have been working with still life's. In high school I worked briefly with a still life setup, it was only a few wooden shapes like squares and a triangle. In my art foundation class, there is much more to the still life setups. There are flowers, fruits, taxidermized animals, vases, candles, books and more. We really get to mess around with lots of things to draw. This was exciting to me. I enjoyed drawing a still life like the one we had set up. Right now, we are doing another still life of our choosing and I picked a harder one that has fabric in the background that has to be drawn in, I picked it for that reason. I like giving myself challenges. This assignment is a little different than the first still life because we are using charcoal pencils instead of graphite. I have never used charcoal before till recently. I like how it gives a matte finish and blends nicely, but it also scares me how dark it is and sometimes can be a little difficult to erase even if you draw very lightly. Either way I love working with new styles and setups. I'm excited to see what other new things come to me.

[miyasparkz]

Spellbound☆

this book will contain some singing and/or references to the tangled series, because I can

no singing in this chapter

Chapter 1.

the girl in the tower

A small chameleon ran across the slightly outward window sill pressing itself against a potted plant, changing the same color as the pot to blend in with the purple swirls that are painted on the beige ceramic. plants falling in front of it as it panted while hiding in what it thought was a great spot, the small chameleon calmed down from its former state of panic as it let its gaurd down.

A girl walked past the window, her blueish green eyes filled with mischief and childlike glee. "Oh Opaallll!, where are youuu!" she called out with a slightly knowing tone, of course the lizard was unaware of the tone in it's owners voice the lizard stayed in its place. Suddenly a strand of black hair wraps around the reptiles tail lifting it into the air as it made a squeaking sound out of surprise, the girl chuckled while lowering the small animal down. "that's 23 for me, what do you say we do best 24 out of 35?" she asked her reptilian friend, who only gave her a deadpanned stare as she sighed while waving her hand. "then what do you wanna do?" she asked while raising a brow, her eyes focused on the chameleon as it pointed towards outside with its tail and she shook her head with a small click of her tongue, she lifted the Opal and placed the small reptile on her shoulder. "you know I can't leave the tower; I like it here and so do you" The girl spoke while smiling and giving a small boop to the reptiles side while heading inside of the tower once again, she began cleaning up the little tower and doing a number of activities while humming to herself. She ended everything off by brushing through all 70ft of her hair, letting out an exasperated sigh when she finished, leaning against the beam she was sitting next too while she had been brushing her hair. She lowered herself onto the ground so she could work on painting a huge mural of stars and floating lights she'd seen outside her window almost every day for 18 years although the floating lights only appeared every year on her birthday, she'd done the math and tracked the star patterns. The stars are a constant while the floating lights are only ever appearing once and then they're gone, she hummed to herself while finishing up her painting while smiling to herself she placed the brush in a jar of water. She got down from the arch she'd been sitting on after covering up what she'd just painted, a small smile on her face as she heard her mother called out to her. "Amethyst!! let down your haiiir!!" Her mother's familiar voice shouted from the base of the tall tall tower, the girl rushed to the window while lowering her hair out of it while pulling her mother up as she grunted with the slight struggle. "Ah, darling, I don't know why that takes you so long." Her mother pinched the girls cheek and causing it to redden slightly from the action, the girl chuckled with a small shrug as she bit her bottom lip wondering if she should ask her question or not, she exhaled before tugging at some of her hair due to the anxious feeling in her stomach causing it to twist and turn in uncomfortable knots. "Mother, I was wondering if uh, if I could see the floating lights on my birthday??- y-you could come with!!, to keep me safe!" The girl quickly stuttered out with a bright smile at the idea although that smile had faded as quickly as it appeared as she saw her mothers disapproving stare. "Now now my flower, you know you must never leave this tower." Her mother said in a low tone which caused the girls stomach twisted in anxiety as Amethyst's eyes darted towards the floor immediately, her hair slightly falling into her face. "Yes mother..." Amethyst said softly while tugging at her hair once again something she'd often do out of anxiety or just as a way to keep her hands busy when she couldn't do one of her various activities. "I love you, my flower." Amethyst's mother said while grabbing the girls face and rubbing her thumb comfortingly against her daughters cheek, causing the soon-to-be eighteen year old to lean into her mothers hand slightly. "I love you too, mother.." Amethyst said softly while a smile graced her freckles face as her mother smiled before speaking once more, her eyes on the girls hair as she leaned in and placed a kiss atop it. "I love you most." Her mother said in an affectionate tone.

though not all happy moments would last forever because her mother already had to leave for yet another supplies run, she'd barely ever seen her mother more than one or two days. "goodbye dear!!, remember-" Her mother spoke before Amethyst cut her off with a wave and a smile. "stay in the tower!! I've got it mother!!" The ravenette called out to the woman who was now almost out of sight, causing the girl to huff in relief as she leaned against the windows arch while sitting on the windowsill. She'd wondered when she would finally stop being the girl in the tower, when she would no longer be waiting in the wings, when she could feel the wind in her hair. She wondered when her life would begin.

TBC☆

Navigate | Next