#sieve plates

[tenth-sentence]

The use of confocal laser scanning microscopy, which allows for the direct observation of translocation through living sieve elements, addresses the additional question of whether the sieve plate pores and sieve element lumen are open in intact, translocating tissues.

"Plant Physiology and Development" int'l 6e - Taiz, L., Zeiger, E., Møller, I.M., Murphy, A.

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[whats-in-a-sentence]

Unlike sieve areas of gymnosperms, the sieve areas of angiosperms can differentiate into sieve plates (see Figure 11.5 and Table 11.1).

"Plant Physiology and Development" int'l 6e - Taiz, L., Zeiger, E., Møller, I.M., Murphy, A.

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[shandongcalvette]

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[thoughtssvt]

nanami kento is the type of person to wake up before the sun rises to cook you breakfast.

it's as simple as a few pieces of toast and an omelette, a yogurt with fruit in it on the side. it shouldn't take him that long for him to prepare this meal for you, but it does. because while the air is filling with the soft aroma of decaf coffee his feet are planted in front of the stove as he waits for the pan to heat up.

he cooks every single piece of toast on that pan not because your living space is toaster deficient but because he wants to make sure that every inch of the slice is to your liking.

he silently chops away at the veggies that will nourish your omelette. quietly so he doesn't wake you with the heavy cleaves of his knife against the wooden board. he dices away at the vegetables you like, most of which you can stomach, and maybe-- just maybe-- he minces the ones you don't like until they're barely noticeable.

by the time the egg hits the pan day has broken. it shines like gold into your kitchen casting the gentlest light of the day against his sharp features.

when the sun is a little higher he's examining the fruit, picking the best ones to plop into your yogurt. the sweetest ones, the ones whose tones meld nicely together.

your timing is perfect, each dish plated and set on the table. you catch kento leaning over the counter like he's in deep thought until his face brightens like the early morning sky. "Good morning, darling," he says, pulling away from the counter to pull you in by the waist. By then you'd forgotten to ask him what he was thinking so hard about, but don't be surprised if tomorrow a freshly squeezed glass of orange juice is added to the menu. the beverage run through a sieve and cloth till it's smooth.

he doesn't have to wake up as early as he does to make you breakfast, but he wants to. he likes all the small details. he may not express it with words nearly enough as he thinks he should, but this was one of his favorite ways to say I love you.

A/N : ahhh mornings with kento must be the best (ಥ﹏ಥ) he really is the man isn't he. as always, please utilize my ask box for requests!

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jjk men x reader masterlist

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neutral line divider by @hitobaby

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[munsster]

brain like a sieve

A/N: i am on a MAD ONE with the way im writing. she has motivation and inspiration and fingers of STEEL. (gif creds: @neblisi )

Pairings: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Summary: Eddie’s on top of the world when you tell him you love him. So much so, in fact, that he forgets to say it back. 0.8k words

Warnings: established relationship, kissing, fluff, insecurity, obliviousness, pet names (bunny, bug, lovebug), ONE half swear word (i SWEAR it took so much self control, i dont know how i limited myself)

You’ve got this fiery look in your eye right before you say it that distracts him.

“I love you, Eddie.”

And your hair is wild and your hands are wound into the collar of his shirt and he can’t help but wonder what divine force of nature got him here. Made him so lucky.

And in the midst of everything: Eddie forgets to say it back.

He kisses you sweetly and holds you at the waist, drinking in the way you look at him and tug him closer. But he still doesn’t say it back. A minute passes, and everything settles and he thinks you’re beautiful and you love him, and he forgot to say it back.

You go home in a frenzy. Why didn’t he say it back? You can barely do your laundry without running the conversation over in your head. Did you do something wrong? You think you’ll wait a week, give it time, maybe he’ll call and say it. Maybe he’s still processing it. Does he not love you back? You end up waiting two days before calling him in the middle of the night.

“Okay! We can talk, lovebug. Why don’t you come over tomorrow night? I’ll order takeout.”

You can hear Eddie’s smile through the phone, completely unfazed by the ungodly hour and by the confusion and hurt in your voice. Your eyes go wide, and you slowly nod.

“Yeah… that works,” you say.

“Alright, I’ll see you then.”

But you’re still confused. He spoke and smiled like nothing was the matter. Like you hadn’t been down on your knees with devoted confession for him. Maybe he just didn’t hear you. Except you know he heard you because you said it in the rest between laughter and conversation and the way he gave you a soft smile meant he had to have heard you.

“I brought cupcakes.” You stand on his porch steps, shivering from the cold, wind licking your face and threatening to blow you off your feet. Eddie grins and takes the plate from you, grabbing your hand and leading you to the kitchen. He sets the soft yellow platter down beside the bags of takeout and whips around to leer at you like a big cat.

“Hi, bunny,” he whispers. And you’re already flustered.

Eddie smiles because he knows and plants one on you like you’ve never kissed before. Like it hasn’t been his favorite pastime the entire time he’s known you. Despite how stone-faced you told yourself you’d be, you crumple into temptation and whine when he pulls away.

Moments later, you’re both perched on his bed, facing each other while he’s smiling and poking at your knee.

“So…” Eddie says, batting his lashes.

“So?”

“Well, you said you wanted to talk—”

“Oh”—you press a hand to your face and take a deep breath—“I know, I’m just… okay… d’you remember the other day? We were cracking jokes on your bed and messing around in general and…”

“Yeah, I remember.” He inches ever closer, tugging at the sleeve of your coat like a needy cat. Because you don’t know how distracted he had gotten all while thinking about how pretty you looked. How pretty your laugh is and how he doesn’t know where he’d be if he didn’t have you.

“And then I said…”—you sigh—“I mean, I told you I love you, and you didn’t… say anything—”

And as if all of the blood had been drained from his face, he goes ghost-pale in embarrassment. He feels nauseous and panicked.

“Oh my God! Bug! I love you, I love you, I do, I’m—oh my God, I got completely distracted, I’m mortified, I swear, I—”

You feel relief, yet your voice is still small when you ask:

“Distracted? Distracted by what…?”

“Well”—and it makes him shy owning up to his conscience like this—“you were laughin’ so hard and… and then I snorted which made you laugh even harder and I was thinking… ‘bout how beautiful you looked smiling so wide, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you. And you said you loved me and I was on cloud nine. You were grabbing me and you looked like you could cry from laughing and I wanted to kiss you and I love you. And I’m sorry I got distracted.”

Your jaw unclenches and you sit there for a second, blinking at him in disbelief and yet complete understanding.

Then you tackle him, pin him to the bed with a yelp. And once he’s done wriggling, he’s scared for his life with how furious you look pressing him down like this.

“Eddie Munson!”

“Don’t be mad at me, please! Because I love you—”

“Shut up,” you say, grinning when he cups your face and swipes his thumb across your cheek.

“I do. I lo—”

“Shh, precious few words, Eddie.”

“Too bad, that sucks, I’m completely in love with you,” he huffs, “Now say it back.”

You grin and you look like you could bite a chunk out of him right about now. And he’s pretty sure he prefers it that way when you say:

“…I love you.”

“Damn right.”

masterlist

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[lev1hei1chou]

Kikufuku

Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Words: 481 Synopsis: Making Kikufuku with chef Gojo Masterlist

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and you found yourself in the comfort of Gojo Satoru's penthouse. The sun rays seeped in through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the kitchen counter where the two of you stood together. An assortment of ingredients lay in front of you, ready to be turned into something delicious.

"Alright, sweetheart, are you ready to create a masterpiece?" Gojo flashed his signature grin, making your heart skip a beat or two. It is no surprise that Gojo had a sweet tooth, so making Kikufuku, a traditional Japanese sweet, had been on the top of your to do list for days.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Gojo grabbed a sieve and handed it to you. "Let's start with the flour."

The two of you worked together, laughter and banter filling the air as you measured out and mixed the necessary ingredients. Flour dusted the air, and the sweet aroma drifted through the apartment.

As the Kikufuku took shape, Gojo couldn't help but be impressed by your cooking skills. "Y'know, I might have to keep you around just for your cooking."

You chortled, "Well, I hope that's not the only reason."

After the final touches were added, you both admired the plate of the scrumptious looking Kikufuku. Gojo smirked, "I guess I gotta admit, you're not just a pretty face."

Later that day, you decided to share the creation with your students, inviting Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi over for taste testing. Gojo, though not entirely thrilled about the idea of sharing his masterpiece, reluctantly agreed.

As your students gathered in the living room, you presented the Kikufuku with a happy grin. "Ta-da! Satoru and I made these. I hope you like these!"

The reactions were pretty much immediate and ecstatic. Yuji practically inhaled one with no hesitation, and his eyes turned into saucers in delight. Nobara and Megumi exchanged surprised glances before tasting the sweet treats.

Gojo, who had been observing the scene unfold from a corner, couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and irritation. "Well, I suppose I am a great teacher," he remarked, though his pouty expression gave away his true feelings.

The evening was filled with laughter and pure joy. As the Kikufuku disappeared one by one from the plate and Gojo couldn't stay mad for long, especially with the smiles that decorated everyone's faces.

Later that night, as you and Satoru cleaned up the kitchen together, he inched closer and whispered in your ear, "Y'know, I might make you my official cooking partner. Not everyone gets this opportunity."

You beamed, "As long as you promise not to be too possessive of our creations."

Gojo laughed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Deal."

And so, the memory of that lazy Sunday afternoon acted as a sweet reminder of the joy that can be found in simple moments and experiences.

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[najia-cooks]

[ID: An extreme close-up of ground spices in various shades of brown and orange laid out in lines on a plate. End ID]

سبع بهارات فلسطينية / Seb'a baharat falastinia (Palestinian seven-spice)

Seb'a baharat is one of a few spice blends often referred to in English simply as “baharat” (the plural of Arabic بهار / bahar, “spice”). A warm, earthy blend, it is commonly used to season meat, fish, and poultry in the Levant, Eastern Arabia, and Egypt, where recipes differ from region to region and from person to person. Common ingredients include cumin, cardamom, black pepper, nutmeg, and cinnamon.

Palestinian versions of seb'a baharat are usually dominated by allspice, black pepper, and cinnamon, giving them a pungent and sweet head; nutmeg, cloves, and cardamom provide additional warmth, while cumin and coriander often round out the blend with earthiness and a hint of florality. Ginger is also an occasional inclusion.

By the early 2010s, decades of Israeli taxation on exports and imports of non-Israeli goods had eroded Palestinian economic and culinary self-determination; Israel had instituted further blockades of the Gaza border in 2007, leading to a sharp decline in exports. Several farmers in Gaza turned to growing spices and herbs, including cumin and ginger, on their farms with the intention of finding a profitable market for them in Europe. However, frequent border closings, punitive export taxes, and Israeli shooting at Palestinian farmers who were attempting to work their land, made the plan unviable.

More recently, Palestinians have continued to work to find new ways to produce food despite shrinking access to arable land and fresh water. Resisting Israeli targeting of Palestinian food self-sufficiency is a matter, not just of subsistence and economic power, but of identity and dignity.

Today, Israel's total siege of Gaza continues as civilians run out of food, water, power, and medical supplies. Medical Aid for Palestinians (MAP) has put out an urgent call for donations to provide medical supplies to hospitals when supply lines reopen. Also contact your representatives in the USA, UK, and Canada.

Ingredients:

1 Tbsp ground allspice (6.6g; 1 Tbsp + 1 tsp allspice berries)

1/2 Tbsp ground black pepper (6.2g; 1/2 Tbsp black peppercorns)

1/2 Tbsp ground cinnamon (5.3g; 1 large stick Chinese cassia)

1 1/4 tsp ground coriander (2g; 1 1/2 tsp coriander seeds)

1 tsp ground nutmeg (1.4g; 1/2 nutmeg)

1 tsp ground cloves (2g; 1 1/4 tsp whole cloves)

1 tsp ground cardamom (scant 1/2 Tbsp pods; 2.6g just seeds)

3/4 tsp ground cumin (2.1g; scant tsp cumin seeds)

Instructions:

1. In a mortar and pestle or using the flat of a knife, roughly crush nutmeg and cinnamon.

2. In a dry skillet over medium heat, toast whole spices one at a time until each is strongly fragrant. Remove from heat and allow to cool in a single layer on a large plate.

3. Grind all spices together in a mortar and pestle or a spice mill. Pass through a sieve to remove large pieces. Store in an airtight jar in a cool, dark place.

#Palestinian #spice blends #baharat #seb3 baharat #seb'a baharat

[shanastoryteller]

(long ask incoming sorry i copy pasted the recipe)

INGREDIENTS

Yield: One 9-inch loaf

½ cup/115 grams unsalted butter

2 tablespoons/6 grams chamomile tea (from 4 to 6 tea bags), crushed fine if coarse

1 cup/240 milliliters whole milk

Nonstick cooking spray

1 cup/200 grams granulated sugar

½ teaspoon coarse kosher salt

2 large eggs

1 large lemon

2 teaspoons baking powder

1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract

1½ cups/192 grams all-purpose flour

1 cup/124 grams confectioners’ sugar

½ cup/8 grams freeze-dried strawberries

Step 1

In a small saucepan, melt the butter over medium heat. Add 1 tablespoon chamomile to a large mixing bowl. Pour the hot melted butter over the chamomile and stir. Set aside to steep and cool completely, about 1 hour.

Step 2

Use the same saucepan (without washing it out) to bring the milk to a simmer over medium-high heat, keeping watch so it doesn’t boil over. Remove from the heat, and stir the remaining 1 tablespoon chamomile into the hot milk. Set aside to steep and cool completely, about 1 hour.

Step 3

Heat oven to 350 degrees. Grease a 9-by-5-inch loaf pan with the nonstick cooking spray and line with parchment paper so the long sides of the pan have a couple of inches of overhang to make lifting the finished cake out easier.

Step 4

Add the sugar and salt to the bowl with the butter, and whisk until smooth and thick, about 1 minute. Add the eggs, 1 at a time, vigorously whisking to combine after each addition. Zest the lemon into the bowl; add the baking powder and vanilla, and whisk until incorporated. Add the flour and stream in the milk mixture while whisking continuously until no streaks of flour remain.

Step 5

Transfer the batter to the prepared pan and bake until a skewer or cake tester inserted in the center comes out clean (a few crumbs are OK, but you should see no wet batter), 40 to 45 minutes. Cool in the pan on a rack for 30 minutes.

Step 6

While the cake cools, make the icing: Into a medium bowl, squeeze 2 tablespoons juice from the zested lemon, then add the confectioners’ sugar. Place the dehydrated strawberries in a fine-mesh sieve set over the bowl and, using your fingers, crush the brittle berries and press the red-pink powder through the sieve and into the sugar. (The more you do this, the redder your icing will be.) Whisk until smooth.

Step 7

If needed, run a knife along the edges of the cake to release it from the pan. Holding the 2 sides of overhanging parchment, lift the cake out and place it on a plate, cake stand or cutting board. Discard the parchment. Pour the icing over the cake, using a spoon to push the icing to the edges of the cake to encourage the icing to drip down the sides dramatically. Cool the cake completely and let the icing set.

BLESSINGS UPON YOUR HOUSE

#recipe #asks #anon

[p1nkshield]

Hello! Welcome to chapter nine! I hope you like it!

“Rocks.”

“Concrete.”

“Steel.”

“Rocks.”

“Concrete.”

“StE-”

Alfred took the plate Jason was holding before he once again phased through the floor.

Jason landed with all the grace of a newborn giraffe. He was just about to let a slew of expletives fly until he saw Stephanie. She was in the middle of wrapping the Batmobile in purple chrome.

“WOW! Timbers was not kidding about you dropping in every once and awhile!”

Oh no, if Jason garners the attention of Steph he’s never going to be able to met his goal.

“Do you want me to help?” Stephanie’s face only showed mischievous intent.

“No.” Jason got up and began cautiously shuffling his way back to where he was.

“Come on! I wanna help!” Steph followed him the whole way up.

“No!”

Danny has seen many a curious scene. A giant monster made of meat, an evil back shaver, a baby pirate, but this was both surprising and entertaining. One moment Jason was refusing the help of a person he’d never seen before and the next he was gone.

“Come on! oop!” Stephanie whipped her head around.

“No! Your help isn’t helpful!” Jason’s voice was coming from where he was a moment ago.

“Oh! You did it!” Danny exclaimed.

“Did what?” The interruption caused Jason to pop back into view.

Danny demonstrated with his own powers. “You turned invisible! Your whole body too! When I was starting out it was just my hands!”

Stephanie was too stunned to speak for a moment.

“So another thing I have to worry about doing on accident?” Jason said this exasperatedly as he began to sink.

“Hey umm.” Danny tried to point out the situation.

“Nonono! Solid thoughts! Tungsten, Kevlar! Granite! Steel!”

“Water in a sieve!” Steph recovered from her stunned state at the possibility for mischief.

Jason slipped through the floor again.

Danny stuck his head through the floor “You almost had it! Try to slow down your molecules next time!”

Bruce returned to his home to see his Batmobile in a glitter purple hue and his second oldest son falling through the ceiling then subsequently the Batmobile.

“Jason are you alright?”

A muffled “yep” came from under the bedazzled Batmobile.

This was the 24th time he’s fallen. he’s almost halfway through his bet and he just fell in front of the old man. Of all people this was the worst option. He really doesn’t want Bruce to see him like this.

“Jason?” Bruce couldn’t find him. Did the net fail? Is he somewhere in the crust of the earth? Was he on the other side of the globe?

“Yeah?”

Oh. Invisibility. Okay.

“Perhaps I could contact Martian Manhunter about dealing with intangibility?”

“Please.”

“Alright.”

Stephanie was laughing her way into the bat cave until she froze. “Sorry Jason I couldn’t pass up the opportunity-”

Bruce very quietly said a single word. “Stephanie”

Such a statement even silenced Danny who was also laughing at the Batmobile’s new exterior.

“And that’s my queue to leave! Goodnight everybody!” She said, scrambling for an exit.

“Wait for me! I don’t want to die again!” Danny followed.

“Great those two get along too swimmingly.” Jason said, clambering his way from under the purplemobile.

“I agree.”

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[xbunnybunz]

that shore, you're sure. [Mizu/Reader]

Summary: You opened your eyes, saw his blue ones. Closed yours again, opened them, and drowned. 

Genres: Romance, Angst, Historical

You remember what it felt like to wither at sea, it felt like a dream, a long and winding dream.

You opened your eyes, saw his blue ones. Closed yours again, opened them, and drowned. 

The tide was gentle, but the waves were never as small as they seem. 

No one on the coast could have saved you, not the urchin divers, the sailors, nor you, or you, or your past self, learning the waters with your heart ripe in upturned palms.

When seawater weighed in your belly, you did not think of death. You only bore the thought of oneness with the shore. The hush of lapping foam along the sea-torn sands. Peace. Hiss. Shh. 

His hands ghost up your arms, barely skimming skin. An onryō. He is your poltergeist in the flesh.

You tremble and he watches with still eyes, steady hands.

“You are afraid.” He speaks. 

A rolling tenor in his voice, gentle and almost familiar. Where have you heard this before? 

Hiss. Shh.

“I always am.”

Your hometown was by the water before you were sold. There were white gulls, crates for trade, new boats ready for voyage, old boats ready to sink with the next storm. There, you learned the beauties of the world.

Here, you learned of its bitterness. 

How the world leaves you more and more splintered every time you dive back into the water. How it devours you, tosses you, spits you up again, sodden, gagging and gasping air. You are a shipwreck that will always be less a boat and more a remnant of the sea. 

How do you love the oceans that know only to swallow you whole?

He traces a single finger across your shoulder. The sleeve of his yukata shudders and collapses, and you see, today, he is not wearing the gauntlets. It drapes down his arm in folds, revealing the pure and toned flesh underneath. 

He rests the rough pad of his thumb on your exposed collarbone. 

Keeps it there. Watches you.

How do you love?

You’ve spent moons laying with faceless men, body plated and devoured time and time again.

But he never strips, only ever discards that heavy cape, shrouded in a thin layer of powdery snow. He has a beautiful face. One you couldn’t forget if you tried.

Strong brows, high cheekbones, a sloping forehead. 

A demon, the other hostesses call him. They turn their backs to him and unlike other frequentors, he lets them. 

They say the sky gives the ocean its color. But what makes a man a monster, the blood he has spilled, or his own? 

Even behind amber-tinted lenses, there is no mistaking the hue. 

The honey colour of his glasses fused with the blue of his eyes to make a strange, damp color. He never removes his hat even when he is in the private room with you, alone. Always just observes from under the shadow, gaze heavy. Hiding, hiding. As if he is afraid of being discovered.

“Don’t be.” He replies.

What makes a man, a man? The bodies he has claimed, or his own?

You’ve seen the litheness of his form under the cloak. The sinewy stretch of neck and elegance of battle-calloused hands, so formed to the shape of a blade’s hilt you almost missed it the first time.

You can feel your pulse on his fingers, ba dum, ba dum. It is racing. This broken body cannot tell from lovesickness to seasickness. Drowning and swimming. 

Samurai must keep secrets. That’s what other men you have lain with before have said. In this way, names have slipped through your fingers like sands through a sieve. Purposes, lives. You bore yourself to them and received nothing in return, and you are used to it, cannot find it in yourself to be heartbroken. 

Still, now, something aches. 

You remember what it felt like to wither at sea.

He holds your heart in his hands like a ripe peach, though light-handed as he is, muscle memory or affection or fear or love will teach you to split yourself apart for him, but he does not seek to ruin, does not seek even self-destruction. He will turn his gaze away when you lower your kimono past your shoulders.

How then, do you love? 

You imagine the ways his body may become nicked with new scars while he is out in battle, how always, he comes back merely to behold you with his eyes, in the flesh, as he bleeds out, panting heavy, fading in and out of consciousness, but eyes blue and thrilling and always always always so fierce. 

You think of him even when he is gone. 

How his face never betrays his thoughts, how because of this, you must watch his body. A muscle jumping under the snowy skin of his rippling forearm. Throat tightening and releasing with a swallow.

How do you swim in oceans that have only wanted you asphyxiated?  

You think of the spit in his mouth, thick and viscous, imagine it in your mouth instead. That is how you always begin.

In your room alone, when you finish, you cry. 

You are the sea and the shipwrecked all at once. He can leave you sputtering on the shore for more, that you know. But he doesn’t. He is gentle, he is unlike other men, unlike even the corrupted you who knows love as only a worldly pleasure, yet still, he haunts without laying a hand on your body, this beloved and horrid onryō man. 

His finger on your pulse. 

Gossamer. 

It devours you whole, a fire. A touch no mere man could give. 

He never goes further than this. Self-control no mere man could have.

When you sleep, you often have dreams and nightmares woven into the same ball of unraveling twine, spinning and spinning and spinning a memory of seafoam frothing between your toes, then swallowing kicking in the dark, swallowing salt water by mouthfuls. 

Last night, you slept and envisioned a desiccation. 

You do not know what you can do with this ship of a body without the ocean to toss it, turn it into castoffs.

It is what you were made for.

What makes a man a liar? What is said, or what is left unsaid?

“I could never love a man again.” You confess.

He does not respond.

You remember what it feels like to wither at sea. 

He watches you silently from behind his tinted spectacles, from under the shade of his hat. He is good at hiding. Eyes azure as the ocean blue, broken and as familiar as flotsam. But he is an abominable reflection of yourself in fractals, that, neither of you can avoid.

His gaze does not falter. Does not falter. 

He drops his hand from your pulse and somehow, it thrums on painfully without him there to caress it. He looks away and the tide crashes at your feet. You are back on the shoreline, alone and ready to be wreckage.

You understand.

You remember what it felt like to wither at sea. 

It felt like opening your eyes, seeing her blue ones for the first time. Closing yours again, opening them, and swimming.

#reader insert #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #mizu x you #blue eye samurai

[scarredlove]

A Cloudy Day

Midnight struck and apparently I got in the mood to drabble some depression fluff, featuring my Sea Slug Sunny~

Pardon any mistakes or oddities

"Where's your smile?"

The echoing voice seeped into your head like a soothing bath, deep and cosy.

From where you slouched on your sofa, huddled into the plethora of pillows and assortment of plushies, you turned your head over to your large fish tank. Inside said tank where three small sea slugs, two of which hiding from open view. Moon tended to sleep during the day (there was a small little fake cave which he seemed to claim as his), whilst Eclipse was a little harder to predict, whether it be he was sleeping or just antisocial.

But right up against the glass was the brightest of the slugs. Your little Ardeadoris Rubroannulata. Sunny. The frills around the tiny nudibranch writhed slowly and though the creature didn't have obvious eyes, you knew he was watching you.

"Just... one of those days." You replied aloud, sighing from under your blanket. The tea on the stout coffee table had long since lost its warmth but you couldn't be bothered to make a new one. Not even to microwave it back to hot. Just... wanting to slug out for the day.

Ironically, a restless whine that wasn't yours echoed in your head and you knew what it signalled. Huffing, you removed the blanket, the much cooler air attacking the newly exposed skin, and stood to walk over to the tank. "Did something happen today, pretty pearl?"

"No..." Slowly dunking your hand into the water, you scooped the soft slug into your palm and pulled him into the open air, using your other hand to almost sieve out the excess water so it wouldnt go all over the floor. You couldnt be motivated to so any cleaning today. Which was evident from the odd socks and plates about. Which probably hasn't helped Sun's agitation. "I just don't don't feel massively perky."

Placing the slug down and onto the oak floor, before turning on your heel and making a getaway back to your cocoon of low energy. Behind you, the slug seemed to grow bigger and bigger at an exorbitant rate, its middle seeming to hunch over before the figure stood properly on two long legs.

Once back into your blankets, you look over to Sun to see him stretch to his full height. His nudibranch body having become his long, flowy cloak, draping to the floor. A circular disc tilted over to you with a crescent shape slitting his face into two tones, frills jutting from the rim like the flare of a sun. His white hot eyes slitted at the state of the living room around you, mapping out the best course of action to get to you without touching all the dirty things... You merely chuckled to yourself. Always the drama queen.

"Oh, what a mess..." Lifting the tail end of his cloak, Sun precariously walked over to you, watching the floor as he moved. "We need to clean up, dear pearl!" As he reached you, your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head to look up at him, not bothering to tilt your head far from the cosy sheet.

You pulled the blanket tighter around you. "Not right now..." you sigh, pushing further back into the pillows. Today was just a low day... wanting to wallow in your own filth. To recharge from life as a whole. It was just a day. When tomorrow came, you'd be productive to both society and to yourself. But for now... you just wanted to be alone.

Sun's hands twitched as he gripped his drapery coat, his usually large, cheeky grin tormented with an internal struggle. About what? You weren't sure. You barely to have the energy to even really consider yourself, much less the overly tall, sea-slug being... who was still coming learn his own thoughts and emotions too.

Warily, he turned and slowly began to sit down beside you, grimacing at the crumbles and wrappers scattered around you, to which he flicked away with his bare hand. Your eyes widened at this. "S-Sun, if you wanted to sit-" You began to lean forward and out of your blanket before a hand pressed itself against your chest and held you back into the cushions.

"No no, I-I am alright!" He chuckled anxiously. Yup, he definitely wasn't. Before you could further scold him, his hand slid over your shoulders, down your arm, and suddenly, you were trapped against his side, his arm holding you close. "Yo-you're the one who doesn't seem alright, my precious pearl." His tone lowered as he stared down at you, the edges of his blank eyes softening as he took in your flabbergasted expression. Taking a deep breath, he seemed to ground his thoughts to you, leaning further back into the pillows whilst his hand came back up to comb through your oily hair. You could feel the hesitation in his shaky movements hit he made no comment, no complaint, not even a pause of hesitation. His eyes always remained on yours. "No need to be shy... my precious."

There's the smile you know. Such a small Smile but it was packed full of care, concern and mischief. He knew that today probably wasnt the best time to try get a rise out of you, but signalled that if you needed a distraction, he was there for your entertainment. He was always good at coming up with games to play. Giving into his company, you cuddled further into his side, minding the red feelers that slightly bulged from his torso and rested a hand on his thigh, the material of his red pants not even damp. You always found it odd how dry the boys could get after they transformed. "Sorry that I-

"NOPE~!" A cheerful boom of his voice cut you off, his grin growing as his other hand came upto your mouth, a finger pressed to your lips. "You have no reason to apologise! You're taking a day to yourself and there's nothing wrong with that!" He nudges slightly closer to you when an empty packets breezes slightly closer to him. "...Although I don't think this mess will help."

You nod a little, your cheek rubbing against the soft frills of his cloak opening. "I know... I promise I'll clean."

He took your hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. "For now, take your time, pretty pearl." Sun paused a moment with your hand close to his face, before lowering it and pressing it over one of the red marks on his chassis, over where his heart would be. You froze for a moment. A small nervous chuckle escaping him. "Rest..." your vision blurred and you nestled closer to him. Trying to put distance between your nose and him as you began to sniffle.

Small shushes slipped from his lips as he continued to comb your hair between his fingers, pulling your face closer and closer to him until he began to feel your tears soak though the cloak. "It's ok... everything is going to be ok..." you could feel his slow, even breathing and yours began to sync with his, grounding you as you started to snap out of the low mood you'd been stuck in all morning. "I'm here... you're going to be ok..."

"Pr-promise?" You hicked.

A soft kiss was pressed to the crown of your head, making your tears fatter. "Promise."

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[tenth-sentence]

Later, less invasive techniques often showed the sieve plate pores of sieve tube elements to be open channels that allow unfettered transport between cells (see Figure 11.5A-C).

"Plant Physiology and Development" int'l 6e - Taiz, L., Zeiger, E., Møller, I.M., Murphy, A.

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[whats-in-a-sentence]

Sieve elements (sieve cells and sieve tube elements) have characteristic sieve areas in their cell walls, where pores interconnect the conducting cells (Figure 11.5). (...) A longer-term solution to sieve tube damage is the production of the glucose polymer callose in the sieve pores (see Figure 11.5D).

"Plant Physiology and Development" int'l 6e - Taiz, L., Zeiger, E., Møller, I.M., Murphy, A.

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[lichenaday]

Umbilicaria torrefacta

This umbilicate (have a central depression on a single attachment point), monophyllous (single-lobed), foliose lichen has an irregular shape and a shredded, undulating margin with characteristic, sieve-like perforations. It is thick and rigid in texture, with a cracked and warted surface. The upper lobes are dark brown, and the lower part of the lobes dark brown-black near the umbilicus, and lightens to gray-brown toward the margins. The lower surface also has distinctive trabeculae (plate-like structures) radiating out from the center. The gyrose apothecia are black, and can be circular or star-shaped. U. torrefacta grows on siliceous rock in arctic-alpine regions of the northern hemisphere.

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[vipesterix]

Here is the Part 2 to the previous part

Melting Love Jello + Puddings ^ For the main Jello, that was quite literally strawberry Jello packets with some strawberries. ^ For the puddings, that was a recipe, which I will have to write out here because it's in a book lol. The book is called Bake Anime by Emily J. Bushman. If you do buy the book, you'll probably see that there's more ingredients and everything. This is due to the fact mine are an adaptation to the recipe. I can't have alcohol yet lol so I opted out of that as well as the caramel sauce because molten sugar scares me. 2 1/2 tablespoons unflavored powdered gelatin 1/4 cup water 1 3/4 cups whole milk 1 vanilla bean, split seeds and scraped out OR 2 teaspoons of vanilla extract 4 large egg yolks 1/3 cup sugar 1. To make the pudding: Pour the gelatin into a bowl and stir in the water. Set aside for 3 to 5 minutes to allow gelatin to bloom. 2. Combine the milk and vanilla in a heavy-bottomed saucepan. Bring to a simmer over medium-low heat. When the milk is bubbling around the edges of the pan, turn off the heat. 3. Whisk together the egg yolks and sugar in a bowl until light yellow and "fluffy". While whisking continuously, ladle 1/4 cup of the hot milk into the egg mixture and whisk to combine. Repeat this until the egg yolks are tempered, then pour the egg yolk mixture into the pot with the remaining milk. Return the heat to medium-low and cook, whisking continuously, until the mixture is steaming. 4. Pour in the bloomed gelatin and whisk until it's melted into the milk mixture. Turn off the heat and strain the mixture through a fine-mesh sieve into a bowl. 5. Divide the custard evenly among the prepared pudding cups, then cover the cups with plastic wrap. Chill in the refrigerator overnight. 6. To serve, run a knife or offset spatula around the edge of the pudding and tip each pudding out onto a plate. Enkephalin ^ Once again, I sort of made this on the go, but this one is simple I feel. - Get 1 packet of Lemonade Koolaid flavoring, then 1 packet of Blue Raspberry Lemonade Koolaid flavoring. Combine in a pitcher with as much sugar to your liking, then add water. ^ I used about... 1/4 or more of sugar...? I really dislike super sugary drinks, so just keep that in mind. ^ Now, here's another tip too. It's going to look blueish teal, and that's okay. The flavoring packets funnily enough add quite a load of opacity to the drink, so at that point I just added green food coloring until I was satisfied. --==--==--==--==--==--==--==-- And that's it! Congratulations, manager. You now have 100% research knowledge on these sweet and savory abnormalities!

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[emmys-baking-adventures]

German chocolate cake is my very favorite, but I've never actually made it from scratch before! Today was my 24th birthday, so I decided to take the opportunity to give it a try. It was sooo rich, moist, and absolutely perfect for a birthday cake imo! Recipe below.

Chocolate cake:

- 2 cups granulated sugar

- 1 ¾ cups all-purpose flour

- ¾ cup Dutch-processed cocoa powder

- 1 ½ teaspoon baking powder

- 1 ½ teaspoon baking soda

- 1 teaspoon salt

- 2 large eggs

- 1 cup buttermilk

- ½ cup vegetable oil

- 1 tablespoon vanilla extract

- 1 cup boiling water

- 2 teaspoons instant espresso powder

Coconut frosting:

- ½ cup dark brown sugar

- ½ cup light brown sugar

- ½ cup unsalted butter

- 3 large egg yolks

- ¾ cup evaporated milk

- 1 tablespoon vanilla extract

- 1 cup chopped pecans

- 1 cup sweetened shredded coconut

Chocolate frosting:

- ½ cup butter

- ⅛ teaspoon salt

- ⅔ cup Dutch-processed cocoa powder

- 3 cups powdered sugar

- ⅓ cup evaporated milk

- 2 teaspoons vanilla extract

Cake:

1. Preheat oven to 375°F. Grease two 8-inch cake pans and line the bottoms with parchment paper.

2. In a large bowl, whisk together the sugar, flour, cocoa powder, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. In a separate bowl, whisk together the eggs, buttermilk, oil, and vanilla until well combined. Bring the water to a boil and add the espresso powder, mixing until dissolved, and then add the coffee to your batter, which should now be very thin.

3. Pour batter into the prepared pans and bake for 25-35 minutes or until a toothpick comes out (mostly) clean. Cool for a few minutes in the pan and then invert them on a wire cooling rack to cool completely.

Coconut frosting:

1. In a medium saucepan, combine the sugars, butter, egg yolks, and evaporated milk. Stir to combine and place the mixture over medium heat to bring it to a low boil. Stir constantly for several minutes until it starts to thicken slightly; mine took about 6 minutes. If not completely smooth, pour it into a heat-proof bowl through a sieve.

2. Remove from heat and stir in the vanilla, coconut, and pecans. Allow the frosting to cool completely before layering it on the cake.

Chocolate frosting:

1. Melt the butter and add the salt while still hot. Whisk in the cocoa powder to make a chocolate paste.

2. Alternately add the powdered sugar and evaporated milk, whisking for several minutes at a time until it reaches a smooth, spreadable consistency. Add a small amount of extra milk or powdered sugar to make it thinner or thicker. Stir in the vanilla.

Assembly:

1. If desired/necessary, cut the domes off the top of both cake rounds. Place one of the rounds on your serving platter or plate.

2. Smooth a thin layer of chocolate frosting over the cake, then spoon half of the coconut frosting on top, spreading it across evenly. Leave about a ¾-inch gap between the coconut frosting and the edge of the cake.

3. Stack the second cake round on top. Spread chocolate frosting all over the entire cake, and then top it with the rest of the coconut frosting.

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