#orange peel

[the-purvashadha]

"Would you peel an orange for me?"

I would peel a pomegranate for you.

#peeling pomegranates are a declaration of love #imagine ripping through the skin of the fruit to unearth the hidden rubies #love #love quotes #oranges #orange #orange peel #pomegranates #pomegranate #pomegranate seeds #yearning #dark academia #light academia #aesthetic #hozier #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark academia quotes #persephone #hades #hades and persephone #hades and kore #goddess persephone #kore

[hausmakes]

and I would still love you if you were a worm

#orange peel theory #orange peel test #orange peel #orange #peeled orange #valentine’s day #valentines day #valentines day cards #valentines cards #valentine #i love you #you are my favorite #valentines drawibg #valentines illustration #cute illustrations #illustration #art on tumblr #drawing #female illustrators

[oh-my-damn]

Sleepy Orange

Pairing: Astarion x Female!Tav/reader

Summary: You come back from a fight exhausted beyond belief. Astarion does his best to take care of you. Part of that includes peeling your orange.

Wordcount: 1300

Warnings: None. Pure, unadulterated fluff. A happy, sappy, in love Astarion (just as he deserves to always be)

Masterlist

You huffed as your tired body plopped down on the bed in your tent, a groan spilling out when you land on the many pillows adorning it.

Your head lolls back as your eyes droop closed, every muscle in your body aching from your escapades today.

It had been a long one. A long and rough one. It felt like you'd been fighting for days when you finally came out victorious, but the price of winning meant that you'd been covered in blood and bruises.

One long bath later, you were finally back in your tent, lit candles scattered about, jewel-shade pillows in velvety fabrics adorning the space.

Your living accommodations had certainly become more colorful and frivolous ever since you and Astarion had decided to shack up together.

It had been an accident, at first. Your relationship had it's ups and downs, but after defeating Cazador, he finally told you how he felt. He laid himself bare for you, not just his body but his soul as well, and your heart soared at the idea that the man you fell for so recklessly finally loved you back. Even with everything the two of you had gone through.

Eventually, it came to a point where the two of you would spend every night in each others arms, either in your own tent or his. So naturally, you came to the conclusion that it would be easier if you just shared one tent. Together.

It had taken a period of adjustment, at first, but it didn't take long for both of you to find a home in your newly shared accommodations. For Astarion, an important part of his living space was that it be elegant, and comfortable – at least whatever comfortable meant to his standards. For you, it felt more lavish than anything, but after a while you started to find your own comfort in merely the thought that he loved the space. You found comfort in the thought that he felt at home, considering it had been so long since he'd felt that way.

You and Astarion aside, however, your work was still cut out for you on the fighting front. Defeating Cazador was nowhere near the end for you, even despite of Astarion now being a free – albeit still spawn – vampire, your main quest remained the same, and you were still fighting day to day to make it happen. Which is why you're currently camped out on the outskirts of Baldur's Gate, planning your next move.

Unfortunately for you and your companions, your presence in Baldur's Gate didn't exactly please everyone, which is why a group of mercenaries had cornered you earlier, prepared for a fight. They got one, but victory didn't come easily, which is why you're now achingly sore to the point of almost crying.

Your bones ache, so do your muscles, and your stomach feels empty beyond what could possibly be deemed healthy, but you're simply too tired to make any food.

You almost manage to drift off right there, in just your casual outfit on top of piles of velvet pillows, when you hear soft steps approaching, entering your tent.

You already know who it is just by the sound of his steps, how silent they are; you can tell that the only reason there's a sound at all is for your benefit, to alert you of his presence.

When he speaks, his voice is soft, laced with worry, a gentle whisper that caresses your mind, lulling you gently.

"Darling. Please tell me you're not dead."

A tired smile works its way onto your face, but your eyes remain closed as you murmur, "I'm alive."

"Thank the gods," Astarion responds, and you can just imagine the characteristic smirk on his face as he speaks, "Because if you were, I'm sure our companions wouldn't hesitate to suspect it be my doing."

You can hear him ruffling about faintly, closing the flaps to your tent to grant the two of you privacy, but your mind is already desperately slipping towards dream-state, only urged on by your body.

A beat passes before he speaks again, more quietly this time, but his voice is clearer than before despite it, which indicates he's moved closer to you.

"Have you eaten anything yet?"

You mumble something inaudible, but you manage to shake your head slowly, your eyes staying closed as you remain too tired to offer him a proper response.

He let's out a sigh, one that's steeped in worry rather than disappointment, and then you feel something cold gently brush over your cheek. His fingers.

"You need to eat, my darling. I know you're tired, but you haven't eaten all day. What can I get you?"

Your brows furrow as you shift slightly on the bed, tilting your cheek into his embrace. He cups it carefully, his cold touch soothing on your skin when his thumb caresses it.

"Mh, dunno.." Your response is barely there, but Astarion doesn't move away, his voice determined.

"I cannot in good consciousness let you sleep before you eat at least a little bit. How about fruit? An apple, perhaps?"

You grunt, your brows furrowing as your head shakes.

Astarion tuts gently at your antics, his fingers brushing over your forehead in a soothing manner, "Okay, my sweet, point taken. No apples. An orange then, would that entice you?"

You hesitate. An orange does sound absolutely perfect right now.

But then you let out a whine, "Too tired to peel it."

Astarion chuckles softly, his fingers gently sliding down the bridge of your nose as he whispers, "Don't fret, my dear."

The bed shifts again, his cool touch leaving your face, but it doesn't take long before your mind steals you away again, luring you into your dream state.

You're almost there when you feel movement again, your brows furrowing slightly as your tongue darts out to wet your dry lips.

Astarion gently slides a hand down your arm, his voice quiet, "I'm back, my love. I've got something for you, won't you indulge me in having a few bites?"

You stir at his words, settling against the pillows again, and then you feel something prod at your lips as he speaks again, "Open up for me, darling."

Your lips part, and he gently feeds you an orange slice, the taste making you hum when you bite down on it.

Astarion smiles at the tired look on your face, further peeling the orange to get more slices when you chew them.

"There we go. Tastes good, yes?"

You nod sleepily, blinking owlishly to look up at him through tired eyes. His smile widens when your eyes meet his, his adept fingers expertly peeling the orange without issue, "There she is. My little warrior."

You let out a tired chuckle at his words, parting your lips when he offers you another orange slice.

"Just a few more, darling. Then I'll let you rest."

You nod, your eyes fluttering closed again, but it doesn't deter him from feeding you the remaining orange slices as he speaks to you quietly to keep you awake.

"You were a sight for sore eyes today. I bet Gale is jealous you're not halfway to passed out in his bed right now."

You let out a snort at his words, shaking your head which makes him chuckle, "Now now, stay still, you little vixen. Eat the last of your orange."

You comply, chewing the last few bites and swallowing with a satisfied hum once you finish. His cool fingers gently caress your face, first your cheek and then down to your jaw, before you feel him lean closer. You feel his lips brush a kiss to your forehead, and then another on the tip of your nose before he whispers, "Thank you for eating. You may sleep now, my treasure."

#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #astarion bg3 #fluff #astarion fluff #orange peel theory #bg3 fic #astarion fic #astarion x female tav #orange peel #feel good fic #fluffy fic #fluffy astarion #astarion romance #astarion ancunin

[catfindr]

#petfinder #catfinder #cat #kitten #kitty #food mention #orange peel #mo #missouri

[newvision]

aceton print on orange peel, December 2023, inspired by @zmije <33

#found in my draftssssss #I still have those!! they smell so good but they’re so wrinkly now and rock hard almost like plastic #my art #Aceton Print #art #orange peel #prints #print

[andypng]

vintage orange stickers

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#png #aesthetic png #transparent #transparent png #ephemera #nostalgia #vintage #design #90s #80s #70s #orange #orange peel #orange poem

[rocketpunchblam]

strange case characters and if they would peel a orange for someone (character study kinda)

henry jekyll- he would peel a orange for someone but most of the time he really dosent want to, he just needs to keep up appearances. Grimaces a little and gives a forced smile while he does it

edward hyde- takes the orange like he’s gonna peel it but either throws it or eats it himself. Probably walks away with it in his hand or eats it in front of the person

gabriel utterson- peels it but dosent say anything while doing it but the silence isn’t awkward, it’s pleasant

hastie lanyon- peels it and gives some fact about nutrition while he does it or some personal story that involves oranges (the story has no punchline to it or shocking thing that happens, but he tells it like it’s the funniest thing that ever happened)

poole- peels it and does a really good job at it

richard einfield- terrible at peeling oranges, punctures the slices with his thumb when he does it and it gets all sticky

#if you have a different take feel free to say it bc i like hearing it #character study #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #jekyll and hyde #dr jekyll and mr hyde #tscodjamh #jnh #richard einfield #gabriel utterson #henry jekyll #edward hyde #poole #hastie lanyon #wayne rambles #orange peel

[takemetobogman]

Grishaverse men × Orange peel theory

#grishaverse #shadow and bone #six of crows #mal oretsev #nikolai lanstov #Jesper Fahey #matthias helvar #Kaz brekker #orange peel #orange peel theory #book tag #book community #leigh bardugo #Instagram

[pinkmirth]

just to set the record straight; reiner would peel your orange like it’s his fucking job, okay! this man would practically bend over backwards to make sure you’ve got every little thing your heart desires!!!

#that rude little fuck from that tiktok doesn’t deserve a woman at alllll #but reiner? oh he’s a MAN. and real men nicely prep their girlfriend’s fruit for them #rei would take it to new lengths! he’ll put together a fruit bowl and everything #in fact this man will squeeze the fucking thing just to make you some juice out of it too #you are VERY special to him . he’d never think anything lesser #but omg. that punk ass hoe who wouldn’t even help out his OWN GF is the saddest thing. he needs a dirty slap #꒰ঌ rambles.ᐟ ໒꒱ #꒰ঌ aot.ᐟ ໒꒱ #ৎ୭ ⨾ reiner.ᐟ #orange peel

[ghibli-ing]

oranges—even the peels—are a love language. newsletter out now 🤍

#love #love language #orange #orange peel #writing #prose #newsletter

[izzyhandslightofmylife]

peeled an orange today and it gave me a *vision* for @bougiebutchbitch's came back wrong kinda snippet. if you like psychological horror and hated the ending this is for you <3

tw: abuse, past abuse, manipulation

The oranges are always rotten. 

Ed and Stede smiled when he saw for the first time the bowl of decay in their kitchen. You could tell from far away that they were bad- the skin was too loose on the flesh, like if you picked it up,  you could crush the whole thing in your fingers. 

They looked at him with those faraway stares, and told him that they were still good. 

Ed said, airily, “oranges are love. If you peel an orange for someone, it means you love them, you know?” 

As Izzy nodded, Stede’s jaw clenched, and for just a moment, none of them were smiling anymore. He stared at Ed, gestured to the bowl and told Izzy to peel one for him. As the two of them stared at each other, his fingers, still covered in the dirt of the grave, reached for an orange. As gently as he tried, however, the juice leaked onto his palms, getting into the cracks of his hands. He tried to peel away the white part, every lingering bit of skin, but couldn’t. The inside was black and green, mold growing inside, matching with his bruises. 

That’s when something strange happened. 

Izzy remembered. More specifically, he remembered a marmalade, orange, from a long time ago. 

—

Ed was up on the crow’s nest like he used to be when they were younger. They would climb up at night and look at the stars, trying to name them, find constellations, tell their stories. Sometimes, Ed would make up his own, a spark flaring in his eyes as he looked at the sky, the same spark flaring in Izzy when he looked at him. 

Now, it’s morning, and Ed is up there with someone else. He stands, just for a moment, underneath the area that they’re sitting in, and listens for what Blackbeard has to say. 

“This is some damn good marmalade”. 

“It’s the best. Ship’s stores are loaded with it. I had to get rid of some gunpowder to fit it all, but I think it was the right move…”. 

He walks away at that, enraged that this man could still possibly still be breathing. Then, just for a moment, thinks of the Queen Anne and all the weapons in the hold. 

He hadn’t known Ed liked marmalade. 

The next memory comes month afterwards, when he’s missing a leg and a million pieces of his heart along with it. 

Right now, though, he still has glitter on his face in the early morning, voice hoarse from singing, adding cinnamon to his coffee. Right now, he is safe. 

Someone walks in, and for a moment, he thinks it’s Roach, but the gait is softer, and as the figure stills, he knows who it is. Izzy doesn’t want to talk to him, not now, but the he remembers their earlier conversation, Ed looking out to sea as Izzy stared up at him. “Oh, look”, he had said, “you’re talking to me again”. 

Ed is flushed, and after a moment, Izzy realizes that he’s naked except for a robe. He knows what  Ed needs right now, and smirks. 

“Busy night last night?”

A smile unfurls at the corners of his lips, but is replaced quickly by a frown again as he dives for the pantry, rummaging around like his life depends on it. 

“Where,” he murmurs, still looking, “is the fucking marmalade…” 

Izzy sees the food on the tray and realizes why he’s looking. He knows who it’s for, but for all he’s tried, he still wants to help Edward. This is his job. So, opens another pantry above them and takes out the marmalade, holding it in front of his face until he stops and looks up. 

“Oh, thanks, Iz”, he says, smile breaking out and standing up.

Izzy hands it to him and tries to smile back. For just a moment, Ed’s hand lingers, as if he’s going to do something, say something, but then he dashes away as quickly as he came. 

The smell of orange lingers on his hands afterwards. 

–

In the present, his heart burns again, a spark of what it had once been. There’s love, and then there’s the cold of the dirt, and then there’s something there that he’s never, ever, felt towards Ed before, not forgivably, anyway. Anger wells up inside him, and his fingers clench, the rotten slices ground to a pulp in his hand. 

Ed turns to him and sees the mess of rot in his hand. 

“Come on, Izzy”, he groans, “Stop. That’s love you’re holding right there, after all”. 

He says it casually, but behind it, there’s an old hint of force in his voice.  And that’s another toe. 

 Izzy, wrapped up in the past, answers quietly, almost fondly, “fucking twat”. 

Then they both still, and his love is rotten, and he’s fucked up. He already knows what’s going to happen as soon as he says it.

– insert whump scene that I haven't written yet here. Stede has rings and he beats Izzy up I just gotta write that -

Quietly, Stede says, “you can’t call Edward a twat again, Israel. Do you understand?” 

Izzy Israel blinks,  disgust in himself welling up at that. Why would he call Edward a twat? That was something old Izzy did, and old Izzy’s dead, he’s in the past, he’s supposed to be better now, they made sure of it, they saved him. 

How fucking dare someone say that to Edward. How dare that someone be him. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, voice small again. It feels safer than how it’d been before. 

Stede’s face crumples, body relaxing. He takes Izzy in his arms, stroking his hair with his rings still on. It almost makes him cry, being held like that. Stede and Ed were just…kind. Even after he’d hurt them, after they’d hurt him, they held him anyway. 

When Stede pulls away, he shivers, but there’s nothing to say except a quiet thank you. 

“See,” he says, “you can be good, Izzy. Just never, ever, do that again”. 

The rest of the day, he’s quiet, walks around in a haze, juice running down his arms, dripping off of his fingers, love staining his hands like blood. 

He never liked oranges that much anyway. 

#izzy hands #izzy hands apologist #ofmd finale #ofmd fanfic #ofmd critical #ofmd ficlet #izzy deserved better #steddyhands #edizzy #stizzy #horror #psychological horror #psychological absue #izzy canyon #izzyposting #ofmd izzy #ofmd #orange peel

[thechaoticdruid]

"Astarion wouldn't peel an orange for you."

"I don't even like oranges...." -Winnie probably.

#orange peel #astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #my tav #baldur's gate #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #astarion bg3 #orange peel meme

[foodandfolklore]

Dry your own Orange Wheels and Peels

For many people it's strange to think that Oranges are often seen in winter decorations and are traditionally eaten this time of year. I know my house always had tangerines around, and I still buy them to this day in December. People also got them in their stockings as a treat. I didn't know still did this until I had my first Christmas with my now partner and they made me a stocking with an orange and apple. Gotta say, that orange was good. Now, this is partly because citrus fruits are in season in the winter. But there's another aspect.

The winter Solstice, the longest night of the year, is in December. Also called yule. It marks the celebration of the returning of the Sun, and Oranges are packed with solar energy. An orange wheel, fresh or dried, is a perfect symbol of the Sun to decorate with. Many people will dry their oranges during this season to make storage and decorating easier.

A dehydrator makes things a lot easier, but not everyone has one. However, fret not, you can still dry your oranges in the oven. You just need to set your oven to as low as it will go. Start at 150F and see if it will accept. Most ovens the lowest it will go will be between 160F to 200F. Don't try higher than 200F, your Oranges will get too toasty.

Orange Peel

If you want to just preserve orange peel, first decide what you are going to be using it for. If you plan to use it in things like tea, spell jars, basically need big chunks, simply use a vegetable peeler to peel the zest from the pith. Then place the strips on some parchment lined baking sheets, and place in the oven for around 30 minutes until they start to curl.

However, if you are wanting to use the peel in ways where us would need to be smaller; like curry powders, cookie doughs, and other general cooking, I strongly recommend grating your zest before drying. You can grind or cut up the larger chunks after they have dried, but orange zest (and all citrus to be honest) becomes rather leather like once dry. So grinding with a simple mortar and pestle is near impossible. You will need a coffee grinder or some other blender.

Orange Wheel

Lay your orange on it's side, so it's bump bits are on the left and right. This way, when you slice into the orange, you get your desired wheel look.

Now Start slicing. You want them to be fairly thin. I'm talking like no thicker than half a centimeter or quarter of a inch. If you have a mandolin, that'll make things easier. But if you're like me and don't have one nor can you consistently cut straight to save your life, fear not this will still work. These wheels just need to be thin.

One you have your wheels, arrange them on a baking sheet lined with parchment. You can dab off excess juice with a paper towel if you happen to have a leaky fruit. Place them in the oven and check on them after 3 hours. They may be done, or they may need more time. Be prepared to wait 6 or 7 hours drying orange wheels. Maybe have a home day planned.

If your wheels are getting brown but not dry, remove them from the oven and give them a moment to cool. Turn the tray around before placing back in the oven.

You can store these in a clean glass jar, and if done right can last a few years. This process will work with other types of Citrus too. Lemons, Limes, Grapefruits. You can make lovely decorations or dress up a gift in an eco friendly way.

#Oranges #Orange Peel #Orange Wheel #Zest #how to #recipe #food and folklore #winter solstice #witch #december #kitchen witchcraft #Sunshine fruit #Citrus #drying herbs

[unicornsandgenocide]

for any TOH (the owl house) fans i carved the light glyph into an orange peel

#orange peel #toh #the owl house #light glyph #i know im weird dont question it

[miawerz]

peeling oranges you won't eat

#myart #idkjustarandomidea #orange peel #kritaart

[gradienty]

Cola Orange Peel (#321e00 to #ef9f00)

#Gradient #Cola #Orange Peel #321e00 #ef9f00 #321e00ef9f00 #AI