#Courier Carrot

[arlathen]

had the vision of amadea figuring out that, like, the nice courier who brings her things from the village is one of solas' agents and she invites him in and makes him help her peel carrots and potatoes for soup and then she ladles some into jars and seals them up and is like "okay, you saw me make this and can attest that they arent poisoned, so can you make sure that it gets delivered to the dread wolf. i have a feeling he isnt eating well"

[meenatranslates]

[SR] Sakyo | Courier Rabbit

Those brats... I’ve told them to do it seriously, but this is some crazy instruction. I’ll give them a lecture after this.

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All-out Easter Etude! - Part 1

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*Director's default name as Izumi

―Entrance (Night)―

Izumi: I’m home~.

Sakyo: Oh, you just came home too, huh.

Izumi: Yeah! Good work for today, Sakyo-san.

―(Lounge)―

Sakyo: We’re back.

Kazunari: Welcome home~.

Izumi: What’re you all doing here?

Sakuya: We’re doing preparations for Easter event!

Sakyo: Oh, the one that Miyoshi proposed?

Kazunari: Yeah, that one! It’s kinda tiring to prep for it tho, cuz there’ll be tons of different games~.

Izumi: Are you guys making easter eggs?

Azami: Kinda, but not really. The egg inside has a piece of paper with instruction written on it.

Izumi: Instruction?

Kazunari: I call this game, “Simon Says Easter Eggs Hunt”!

Sakyo: What kind of game is that?

Sakuya: It’s like a scavenger hunt. The contestants must pick up an egg and follow the instruction written on the paper inside.

Taichi: Sakyo-nii will be the rep of Autumn Troupe for this contest!

Sakyo: What? Since when did you decide on that?

Azami: You weren’t there for the event selection ‘cause you had some errands to do. You even said it yourself, “Go ahead and decide for me”.

Sakyo: Oh, that time... It’s my bad for not listening but you should’ve told me if you’ve decided already.

Taichi: Sorry, Sakyo-nii!

Izumi: It doesn’t seem like there’s that much progress though...

Sakuya: Actually, we all had trouble coming up with challenges to write on the paper.

Kazunari: We need some decent amount of them~.

Azami: And it won’t be good to have many identical ones too.

Sakyo: Perhaps it’d be better to go for a different direction that’s not too biased and easy to think about.

Izumi: Oh, how about writing a theme for an etude? It might be a bit different from an instruction though.

Sakuya: That’s a good idea!

Taichi: It’s fitting for us actors!

Azami: Etude themes... Anyone got any idea?

Kazunari: Here, here! I just thought of one!

“A person who frantically waves his hand for a taxi in a heavy rain at midnight, but the taxi is actually a police car”!

Sakyo: What the hell...

Sakuya: That’s very sad...!

Azami: How surreal.

Taichi: But thanks to Kazu-kun, we’ve got some idea of the direction! We just gotta think of themes like that!

Kazunari: Alrighty~, I’m gonna come up with lots of ideas~!

Sakyo: You better not just think of weird stuff.

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All-out Easter Etude! - Part 2

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Taichi: What about this one!

“A rabbit who is wary of the surroundings to monopolize its favourite carrot”!

Izumi: Nice, you included an Easter element!

Sakuya: Mine is... “An Easter egg who is sad for not getting any paint”. How is it?

Kazunari: Super interesting, Saku-saku!

Oh! I got one more idea... “A frog who wants to be reborn as a boba”!

Azami: Are we having a surreal story fest now?

Sakyo: ...Cut that out, you brats. Take this more seriously, will you!

Taichi: Eek! I’m sorry~!

Sakuya: We didn’t mean to play around...!

Kazunari: I guess it’d be a problem if we put any strange themes in this game since Frooch-san’s gonna be in it~.

Sakyo: That’s not what I meant. If it’s etude, we’ll do it seriously. I’m just telling you to think more properly.

Azami: Properly, you say... In that case, an interesting theme that we don’t usually see might be better.

Sakyo: Hey, what’re you up to now?

Azami: Nothing.

Izumi: Now, now. You don’t have to be that angry.

🌸CHOICE 1: Make the event more exciting

They just wanna make the event more exciting, that’s all.

Sakyo: I know that.

But what if the game stops because the contestants have difficulty with a theme like the one just now?

They’d be sluggish and everything will be a mess from that point onwards.

Izumi: Sakyo-san...! I thought you weren’t that interested in the Easter event but you’re very serious about it!

Sakyo: What? Well, I gotta do it properly since I’m going to participate in it.

Izumi: Fufu, I’m kinda happy to know that you’re also enthusiastic about this.

Sakyo: Hmph, I’m not so keen on it though.

🌸CHOICE 2: Sounds interesting, count me in!

Izumi: It sounds interesting, so I’ll try coming up with a theme too. Let’s see...

How about, “A person who’s happy after they open an Easter egg and find a curry rice in it”?

Sakyo: You’re the only person who’d be that happy about it.

Izumi: EHH?! I don’t think that’s true though...

Sakyo: Heh, yours are probably the most surreal out of all.

―The day of Easter eventー

Manager: The next game is “Simon Says Easter Egg Hunt”! Which is also an “Etude Game”!

Masumi: I’ll show her my good part.

Tenma: I’m gonna win this.

Homare: I’m very looking forward to seeing what kind of etude themes will pop out!

Manager: We’ve got quite a unique group of members here!

Sakyo: Guess it’s time for me to play now.

Omi: Do your best, Sakyo-san.

Juza: We’re rooting for you.

Taichi: Go, go, Sakyo-nii~!

Manager: Well then! On your marks, get set... Go!

Sakyo: Guess I’ll go with the egg that’s closest first. Let’s see what’s inside-.

......

Manager: Oh? Looks like Furuichi-san is frozen in place after seeing his paper. Sir, please read out loud your theme~!

Sakyo: ...“Sakoda Ken, who’s eating a fried shrimp set meal”.

Taichi: Whaaat! He’s gonna act as Sakoda-san?!

Banri: Pfft, the heck? That’s more of an imitation rather than an etude.

Juza: Who put that theme in...?

Azami: I wrote it thinking it’d be funny if Shitty Sakyo pulled it, but I didn’t expect for him to actually get it. I should film this.

Sakyo: ...So that’s what this is.

Manager: Quite a difficult theme there! What will you do, Furuichi-san?!

Sakyo: I’m an actor, so I’ll give my all to act it out.

Azami: Wow~.

Sakyo: You better watch me closely, you brats...

―After the etudeー

Banri: Oh, man~. If there’s MVP for this game, it’d be Sakyo-san for sure.

Azami: Yeah, that acting of his was the best. Bet Ken-san would cry if he saw it himself.

Right, I should send him the video that I took.

Sakyo: Stop it, don’t let the guys from Ginsenkai see that.

Azami: I’m the one who took the video, so it’s up to me how I want to use it. Anyways, gotta send it to Ken-san first.

Sakyo: Dammit...

Izumi: Great work, Sakyo-san! You were really impressive as an actor!

You were just like Sakoda-san!

Sakyo: ......

Izumi: Um, Sakyo-san? What’s wrong?

Banri: I’m sure that was meant to be compliment but that ain’t it for him, Director-chan.

Izumi: Huh?

Sakyo: ...Not happy at all.

Story Clear!

[s-milesart]

Ashes to ashes. Memories, to dust. | Heartsink.

An old etching, charred but cherished.

Sanctified memories of easier days - of decidedly droll monastic toil and blessed children who deserved smothering love.

She would bear the worlds cruelty ten-fold to return to those days - but alas, days like those are gone.

Not forgotten.

--xXx--

"It is days like these, when my mind starts to wander. The quiet days, Agnes. Where no raiders threaten the poor souls of the fields, or where unholy abominations shake the land to it's core."

My mind yet wanders -- to days of quiet. Where most of my worries were whether or not I should hold myself more to the teachings of Her good book, or what should be made for dinner that night.

Did we get another shipment of carrots?

Ach, did the children have enough to eat that day? Especially with little Mary -- her sensitivity to the textures of what she eats vexes her so. She just cannot stand any fresh fruits we receive. She likes her things... Mushy. Makes quite a mess!

A donation that day? Oh! A noble from the Upper Blocks was here to drop off some sweets. I know that wonderful smell... Yes! Apple and Blackberry Jam Twists! The kids will love these so. I just hope She, Above doesn't mind if I sneak one or two...

More prayers today. Mother Superior believes we need as many blessings as we can get these days. I always pray for the children.

Andrea's eyesight grows poorer every day, and I fear we not have enough to get her a pair of glasses. And little Marcel, his education grows by leaps and bounds -- but we must find a scholar willing to take on an apprentice! A sharp mind like his needs a whetstone, after all.

The twins got into another fight today. Hellions, the both of them. I understand they both cannot ride the swing at once, but to have such a scuffle over it? I will talk to both of them tomorrow, when they've both cooled off. I might even surprise them with a slice or two of pie. But...

Something is... Wrong. I don't know, but even the children are starting to notice it. The well-water is starting to turn. I haven't heard the songs of the birds in the mornings. The Watch is telling citizens to avoid blocks in-case of... disappearances. Vivienne is even telling the kids to stay off the streets. Troublemaker she is, she's even cutting her courier services short to help around The Orphanage.

Even my dreams are starting to turn.

I hear it. Below us. An abhorrent thudding that keeps beat with itself. A siren call of evil. The pumping of blood to something that should not live. A cacophony of vile beasts, assembling themselves to make us all suffer. To make us all bleed.

And a vision, clear as day. The city, cracked open, rivers of blood pouring into its caved in ribs.

Screaming, endless screaming. A choir of suffering that never seems to quiet.

A sinkhole in our center, a pit of absolute hell spewing ash into the air. The sun, blotted out, day choked dark to signal the end.

An earthshattering beating, every pulse sinking more and more of the city into it's cavernous maw. And deep below... In the true center beats...

A Heart.

Goddess above, what is going o--

A cry. Looks like little Lucy is awake again. In the here and now. She's growing up awful fast. I keep her in my room, just in case. I glance at the photo on my dresser. A window into a past I still yearn for. But, alas.

I cannot have it. But Goddess above, I will fight for something like it. For the children.

[sicc-nasti]

About the courier’s horse cosmetic, can you explain why you chose it?

30 years later and I finally answer this, my apologies So obviously, Courier's whole schtick is that he's a mailman, right? Well, there was a famous method of mail delivery in 1860-1861 America called The Pony Express! Despite having only operated for a short time, I think a lot of people still associate it with mail delivery. It's just kind of iconic! The history of it is really fascinating too. So I think it would be the perfect cosmetic for The Courier. But of course, he's gotta have it in Team Fortress 2 style eheh. I like to imagine after a long day of battle, Medic approaches Courier and mentions "I think I know how to make your deliveries 5% faster! I could help make you fast like a horse!" And of course, Courier is all here for that idea! Doc's done some questionable thing but the results are always there, so he agrees! And wakes up with literal horse legs. And ears. And tail. And cravings for carrots and sugar cubes. But hey, after ya get used to em, it does feel like he's faster! Right?

This was really fun to do!! I'd love to answer any other asks about Courier if y'all got em!! I love this dork so much aaaaah Also fun fact; Courier is wearing a red bow cuz he kicks!

[deepest-dope]

i know i said that i was done horse posting but what i meant was actually that i was done posting about great khan horses. im gonna talk about horses with jobs now, the fine horses employed under the mojave express. i think they have horse insurance as one of the benefits they offer among other things, like making shooting you technically a crime. you can either sign up for one of the companies already tamed and insured horses after a certain length of time working for them and getting it approved by your immediate superior and the mojave express will handle everything from choosing the horse for you getting it a full set of gear complete with a feedbag and waterskin just for the horse to training you if you dont already know how to ride and then at any outpost they will have a stable set up complete with enough water and feed to care for the horse there and restock for the road. they also have horse veterinarians to care for your horse. this is getting kind of long so under the cut for the rest

OR if you already own a horse or have the skills to catch and tame one you can bypass the application process and just get your horse insured under the company policy and access all of the above amenities. the main benefit to this is not having to deal with whatever horse the company assigns you but if for any reason your horse dies on the job the company will replace your horse the same way they would one of their own with some paperwork of course. or you can always go through the process of finding your own and registering it with the company again. i think this is what cave did for his horse, the great khans let him sit in on micro's horse lessons when he could so he knows how to catch, break, and train a horse with a decent amount of skill, though he only really knows how to ride bareback. the khans didnt have a kit to spare for him. jessup still cares for the horse cave was trained on, it wont let anyone else ride it and barely tolerates jessup caring for it. caves great khan horse is a huuuge bitch, one of those mares if you know what i mean. a chestnut mare. she has ane extra eye in the middle of her forehead to enhance her judging stare. she doesnt really have a name, cave didnt want to get TOO attached to her, so shes mostly referred to either as chestnut or insults because of her less then stellar temperament.

the horse cave has registered under the mojave express is one he caught after his relationship with jessup took a turn for the worse. a spotted gelding named polkadots only because cave had to put a name for the horse on the mojave express insurance paperwork. polkadots was not a gelding before cave caught him, cave did the gelding himself actually. the great khans didnt even really teach him how he just watched one of them geld a horse, learned why, and copied what that khan did from memory. polkadots is a total lovebug for some reason, like weirdly affectionate for a wild caught horse, cave thinks it might just be an escaped horse or something hes that sweet on people. all of caves coworkers at the mojave express loved polkadots, especially johnson nash and his wife. they all spoiled the fuck out of polkadots with mutfruit and carrot treats. polkadots is super duper closely bonded with cave though, primarily because they had to get trained by the mojave express to work with a saddle and other such gear together. cave tries not to spoil polkadots as much as everyone else at the express outpost does, he doesnt really succeed. he takes better care of polkadots then he does himself really, the only reason he doesnt skip meals to feed it is the free horse food alloted to couriers like him. jessup steals polkadots after looting cave's not-quite-dead body of everything of sentimental value. polkadots doesnt really hold this against him and for some reason that makes jessup feel waaay guiltier. oh shit forgot polkadots has a 5th leg on his side, he doesnt really use it, he actually tucks its up under himself when running but he can use it to brake himself akira slide style.

[mattkenzie]

Listening to Wolf and Owl (Episode 9)

- I know that Owl introduces the podcast and Wolf closes the episode with his words of wisdom and a combination of a howl/hoot, it doesn’t need changing.

- Oh yeah, I gelled my hair when I was a teenager I made my hair spiky (Garnier Fructis Style Manga Putty) but as an adult I eventually use (Red One Hair Wax). I never understood the cheap blue, purple or green hair gel.

- (it makes me wonder about how anyone can notice strong smelling food like curry, but the person who cooks it never notices it?) Poor Owl getting dunked on at school, yes the comments were racist. “Let me help you help yourself self here,

- “I would suggest if you are an Asian kid going to a school that is predominantly white as this one is, try not to come in smelling like that, because you are only doing yourself a disservice.” —Romesh Ranganathan

- Wolf was talking about a broken tooth (I can remember when I had a duck wrap and I wasn’t sure if something was wrong until I was eating raw carrots so I had to get a silver filling, and years later I have a zirconia crown.)

- Owl shared that he is anxious about going to a dentist (yeah, everyone admits that, I do too).

- Classic Wolf, being too over friendly with the courier, but yes… our couriers and postal workers are the backbone of society.

- A pigeon is in the dentist on the dentist tray. 😂

- ASMR dentist 🤣

- 1000% No no no no, I don’t agree, I never liked the idea of 110%, you can give 100% and not more! I am siding with Owl with this one (Wolf 2-2 Owl) maybe it’s me being autistic but I never use numbers as a language, I can’t do “On a scale of 1 to 3” I may not put in 100% but I will put in the effort.

- So a listener made an essay on “The Little Mermaid: Stalker or Romantic?” 🧜‍♀️ the topic is about Tom getting in touch with people and his fans which got started when Tom was watching Married at First Sight (Australia), I agree Tom which is a good analogy (of taking a risk) but the reason why I agree with Romesh (who I gave the point to) is Ariel is a stalker, it serves as a cautionary tale for Tom. Don’t meet your celebrity idol or crush, because they’ll leave you for a sea witch.

- Owl is watching Married At First Sight: Australia and is asking questions about how the show works. (Both parties the husband and the wife have to agree if the marriage isn’t working for them).

- Wolf was watching Great British Bake Off as a pallet cleanser.

- Yeah, lad’s nights are the worst! One of the contestants doesn’t drink.

- I love how Wolf (Tom) loves the name Jeremiah and now Zack. (But I began to say RomTom) Anyway because Owl was a school teacher he would have names he doesn’t like because of how that person behaves. I can’t see Tom being a Zack.

- Kieran Hawks (Best name!) according to Tom.

- Toenails in the cup holders! 🤢

[deyzalee]

Dear God,

Thankful and blessed today. All is well after my 25 hours duty. I arrived home safely. I cooked my food which is sausage and I ate it with one slice of brown bread and tomato for breakfast. I played cooking fever. I had my self and skin care routine. I drank my vitamin and medicines. I also talked to Param if She will get the shoes but it doesn’t fit her. So I returned it to the courier and temu and luckily I got the refund. I slept until 6PM plus with the help of my alarms. I scrolled my social media accounts, chatted my family and friends. I ate rebisco biscuit, cashew nuts and drank carrot shake with chia seeds for my dinner. I played cooking fever again. I watched random videos on Youtube and Tiktok. I ate one dates and drank green tea. I read few pages of the Bible. I will do self and skin care routine. I will drink my medicines. Have mercy on us Oh God. Guide us always to the right path. Remove sickness, danger and negative things in our life. Answer our prayers in your perfect time. Thank you and I love you God.

[tlhgeek-blog]

New Vegas New Problems Session 2

After deciding to make the patrol station a temporary camp the group split up to go about various attempts at foraging and hunting for food. Chao-Chao and Charlie found a bounty of Brain Fungus and wild carrots in the shade of a rocky outcrop, while Vesper found a ripe batch of prickly pear cactus. Vesper’s attempts to harvest the prickly pears were successful however not without Vesper managing to pull a pod of the cactus directly onto themselves. Which while painful and embarrassing was not a serious injury.

Wanda reviewed and stored the loot they recovered from the raiders while Roy kept watch. Wanda quickly realized that they found no signs of a food or water supply. At which point she decided to search in the nearby garage for the patrol station, a separate smaller building from the rest as well as checking in the scattered cargo containers behind the patrol station. While the containers were either empty or sealed shut by centuries of rust and wear the caravan was able to break into the garage. 

There they found the rather limited supply of food and water the bandits had stashed away. The food stash consisted of a handful of boxes of Sugar Bombs, Blamco Mac & Cheese, some canned dog food, a tin of potato crisps and a sealed pack of gum drops. The ‘water’ supply consisted of 3 unopened bottles of beer. Wanda also found a first aid kit half-buried between 2 of the rusted shut containers.

The night watch was uneventful though in the morning the caravan discovered that the raider bodies they had dumped downwind of the station had been chewed on by a variety of wasteland critters.

The caravan continued to travel up north to Primm while Wanda fiddled with the radio tied to Moo-lasses the Brahmin. While Radio New Vegas had a strong signal the various NCR radio stations degraded into static out in the Mojave. The only other coherent station Wanda found was Mojave Entertainment Radio which played catchy but loud and distracting music that according to the Host all came from the same pre-war rock band. Wanda decided to swap back to Radio New Vegas for now as the music variety and news was more pleasant to listen to as they walked down the crumbling pre-war highway.

Primm was a lively little town mostly focused on the 3 businesses that kept it relevant. The Vikki & Vance Casino was a small taste of the gambling and drinking available  in the New Vegas Strip. The Bison Steve Hotel provided a much desired place of rest and relaxation on the long trek from New Vegas to the Hub and vice versa.  Lastly the local dispatch office for the Mojave Express courier service was a vital business that continued to bring trade and caps into the community even outside of ‘tourist season’.

The Vikki & Vance Casino was the first port of call for Charlie and a reluctant Vesper that Charlie enthusiastically dragged along. After converting some caps and in Charlies case NCR dollars into chips, Charlie gave Vesper some dubious guidance on how to gamble and play Blackjack. After seeing Vesper win a few hands Charlie happily wandered off to play the slot machines.

Vesper excused themselves and cashed out immediately after Charlie wandered away. Charlie played for several hours until his winning the jackpot on his machine also resulted in it jamming and sparking violently. After which he was politely asked by the floor manager Gerard Stevens to leave for the day until they could investigate and repair the slot machine.

Wanda, Roy and Chao-Chao stabled Moo-lasses in the safe area inside the ruined roller coaster behind the Bison Steve Hotel. Wanda arranged for two rooms for the caravan as well as a few showers for herself, a pricy luxury but one Wanda was eager to indulge in. The Hotel offered reasonably priced meals with a complimentary glass of clean water. It also offered security safes and a working laundry service. 

In the process of gaining the service the Proprietor Old Laurie mentioned concerns over some rough characters that she had to kick out that came from up north and left the same way. She also noted they had what looked like partial NCR Uniforms so they might be deserters or raiders that took out NCR troops.

Wanda spent little time in the Casino however she did decide to make her way over to the Mojave Express Dispatch and after speaking with Johnson Nash she decided to sign up as a courier as well. After a simple test Wanda received a provisional couriers certification and was informed she would have to speak to the Mojave Express Headquarters in New Vegas. Mr. Nash also mentioned that there is one other Mojave Express Dispatch Office active outside of Primm and New Vegas. That being the one in Searchlight another NCR settlement. There used to be one in Boulder City but it was destroyed in the fighting there between the Legion and the NCR.

After staying a few days and Charlie winning enough to get banned from gambling at the Vikki & Vance Casino the caravan left heading north. Vesper also noticed that Loretta his pet Nightstalker was eerily sneaky and seemed able to keep out of sight from the locals.

 Unfortunately a dust storm came rolling in about halfway between Primm and Jean Aviation, a pre-war abandoned airfield. The group began hustling towards the airfield in hopes of finding shelter from the storm. Chao-Chao became distracted from tracking his elevation as he flew higher to attempt to see in the storm, resulting in Vesper losing track of them and walking directly under the jet holding Chao-Chao aloft. This set Vespers hair on fire and while quickly put out in the wind and dust left a foul smell, frizzled hairs and a small temporary bald spot on the top of Vesper's head. Despite that distraction the party did spot figures ducking into the handful of ruined buildings in the airfield.

The ‘Pickles’ Caravan now has to contend with trying to get out of the storm while dealing with possibly hostile individuals in the various buildings. We shall see how they fare next time in New Vegas, New Problems. 

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

(vi)

Toko: Nagisa will be our mastermind. He'll keep track of all the instructions, and give them out to other people when needed. Everyone on cooking duty reports to him.

Jataro and I will be in charge of preparing the ingredients. Cutting onions, chopping carrots, etc.

Toko: Masaru and Hina will be our couriers. You'll ferry the ingredients back and forth, and take multiple trips if you need to.

Toko: Kotoko and Sakura will be in charge of the stove and everything on it. Make sure you keep an eye on everything so that it doesn't burn.

Toko: And Monaca and Kurokuma will be our Go-Team. They'll handle the tasks that require the most movement. Clearing space, assisting the others, whatever comes up.

Sounds like a good plan.

Yeah, we can work with this!

Alright. Let's go team!

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[An Hour Later...]

Right...That's most of the heavy work done.

Yeah, it shouldn't be too long now, and we'll have the lot finished. We got this done in record time.

Well, we do have nine people working on it at once. That's enough for a small kitchen staff.

*Still a little apprehensive, Nagisa steps forward with a ladle, and takes a sip of some of the soup.

...Mm! Tastes great too! This is indeed an acceptable quality.

Nagisa and his big words. Just say it's good.

We really couldn't have done it without your help. You're all very much appreciated.

Yeah, for real. I'm sorry again for making you-

Ah ba-ba-ba! You didn't MAKE us do anything, Toko. You asked, and we agreed.

But still-

Hey...You and Komaru have done a lot for us.

Ever since what happened with the Demon Hunting Game, and the fallout from that, you still gave us a chance, even if we didn't deserve it.

Yeah, you took care of us like no other adult in our lives had ever done, ever. It really opened our eyes!

And this simple act of paying that kindness forward doesn't even come close to making up for that.

...Well...Thanks...Seriously.

You know something, Toko?

Hm?

...You're a good Mom.

...! Hey!

*Toko is embarrassed, but everyone else can't help but laugh.

Deck The Halls for a Birthday Party: The Second Hour.

Okay, so we're making HOW many of these?

About 150 of each sample.

...Between three people.

Toko, there's a lot of us, and some of us eat hoards of food at this time of the year.

You mean you do?

Not JUST me!

To be fair, Hifumi and myself are usually the biggest eaters. Not just Hina.

Right, and no doubt you'll want an extra 50 stuffed with protein powder or something. In that case, I have a question. For Sayaka, I mean.

Yeah?

Why, on GOD'S EARTH, are WE the one's in charge of baking.

What do you mean? You didn't seem to complain when I told you in advance.

No, I'm not-! I just...I'm confused.

Is it because you want it to be an in-house operation that you're not calling Teruteru or even Tojo to help us out here?

Teruteru is already busy at this time of the year as it is. He has his own family to worry about, and...yes, as you said, I want this to be a special present from US.

I'm sure if I asked him, he really wouldn't mind. Nor would Kirumi. But this is the time of year they should be spending time with THEIR loved ones as well. I don't want to get in the way of that.

Hm...I suppose that's fair. But my point still stands. We aren't exactly substitutes, and the tips I've learned from my wife might not cut it for this sort of occassion.

Wait, so...Who does the cooking and baking in your house? You or Komaru?

Komaru.

Then why the hell are YOU here!?

Wha-!? Because she's better at decorating than she is at cooking! So her skills are required elsewhere!

I said Komaru did MOST of the baking, not that I was completely inept at it by comparison!

Alright, alright, keep your hair on! I was just asking!

Feh...This is what I mean. I'm not even the best cook in my house, and you two...

You probably burn WATER, and I doubt you can even hold an egg without smashing it accidentally!

That is-!

...True, actually...I haven't had much luck in the past.

...

B-But I will be careful this time!

...

Whatever...We'll just figure it out as we go along...

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#if george could get pregnant we would've had at least one episode in like season 9 where he fakes being pregnant for some convoluted reason

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

colgate comedy hour september 21, 1952

58 notes - Posted July 10, 2022

#4

what does benny feel when the courier walks into caesar's tent? surprise? fear? hope?

221 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

#3

the grand nagus approving of quark and yaoi (odo's name if he was named yaoi)'s relationship would be like "i see no difference. quaoi couple. normal couple. lobe is lobe"

275 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

#2

jerry it was you. you're the seinfeld. this post is nothing

2,322 notes - Posted February 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

leaves my baby carrot in the hummus like a stubbed-out cigarette

4,944 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

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My current goal. Oddly enough, no one else's made content on Courier Carrot yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[smajor-updates]

Scott replied to Lily Pichu on twitter!

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A cropped screenshot of a quote retweet by lily @/LilyPichu of a tweet by SMITE @/SMITEGame with a reply by Scott Smajor @/Smajor1995.

Lily’s quote retweet reads “I'm in smite woo!!!!”

SMITE’s original tweet reads “The Curious Courier Bundle contains the newest Chang'e skin, an Exclusive avatar, and extra Gems to spend! And to make it better? Curious Courier was voiced by the talented @/LilyPichu! twitch.tv/smitegame”. Attached is a digital painting of the new skin Lily voices, a woman with bunny ears on her head and a basket of different kinds of carrots on her back.

Scott’s reply reads “Lily you’re so cool!!!! 🤩❤️”.

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2020 Creative Self Love!

I was tagged by @deacons-wig, thanks!

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite  works (fics, art, edits, etc.) you’ve created this year and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2020. If you don’t have five published works, that’s fine! Include ideas/drafts/whatever you like  that you’ve worked on/thought about, and talk a little about them instead! Remember, this is all about self-love and positive enthusiasm,  so fuck the rules if you need to. Have fun, and tag as many fellow creators as you like so they can share the love! <3

It’s too much pressure to pick my five favorites, and also a couple of these mayyyy have happened really late in 2019, but mid-2019 through now is basically all one year to me. I’m picking a pile that make me happy and am gonna try to show off all my OCs I love!

1. Carrot’s Ugly Christmas Sweater

The post for this shows off some of the artistic growth I made in my first weeks of teaching myself to draw, and I was able to get my chaos girl improved and colored for @badcowboy69​‘s party! I love that her sweater applies to her in three different ways, all of which are represented here. And her face and expression are so cute! I’m just really proud of this.

2. Aftermath

Oh the places you’ll go, with your eyes so wide

With your heart in your hand, and your sword at your side

Oh the mountains you’ll move, oh the tears you’ll cry

Oh the places you’ll go, little love of mine.

My poor Sole. I put her through so much, and most of my depictions are of her at her darkest and lowest. But this time I got to portray her as finally happy, fulfilled, at peace with all the shit her life has thrown at her. Not to mention badass General. This was one of my latest artistic endeavors after I’d been practicing for a few months, and while there are of course places I’m not satisfied with, I’m really happy with the improvement I made over those months.

3. That Lucky Old Sun

The first story that really established Carrot’s personality. She went from telling Doc Mitchell that she’d try not to get herself killed again, straight into running from a bunch of robots that she’d chunked a grenade at. She lucks into getting the power plant terminal running, and then gets so excited about pushing big red buttons that she fails to realize she’s activated the giant space laser and smoked an entire garrison of troops. Whoops. I’m not used to writing comedy, angsty stuff like Sole’s is more my forte, so Carrot has given me a really lovely change of pace.

4. What Do You Get When You Add a Poet and a Mentats-Buzzed Founding Pirate?

I can’t not include this one. 2020 gave me @glitchvault74​ and @falloutglow​ as friends, and along with them, Rig and Echo and the rest of their wealth of characters. And as my characters and world developed too...well, AUs were bound to happen. I had an absolute blast writing Rig Apollo into Soleverse, including more of that newfangled comedy stuff and stretching some poetry muscles that I haven’t used in years. Not to mention the mental stretch of writing another person’s OC (particularly one with such a...unique speaking style as Apollo), and also all the research I got to do on Greek mythology to sneak a bunch of references in.

5. Sanctuary

It was hard to choose a fifth, but I kept coming back to this one. One of my biggest gripes about the Fallout universe has been the lack of slice-of-life canon, the new songs and the new instruments that evolved over two hundred years, people being able to enjoy an evening together socializing and peaceful. I tried to imagine it here, three people only passably familiar with each other, under the weight of unimaginable pain, but trusting and joyous when given a reason to celebrate. I still get the lyrics I wrote for the song in here stuck in my own head on occasion. And Sole’s reactions to the fire and the sky are taken straight from my own memories of chilly nights around a bonfire.

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Saturday 24 August 1839

7 35/..

10 40/..

fine morning F64° at 8 50/.. – breakfast over at 10 an had had our master of the house and courier and engaged the latter from today at 3 dollars Banco a day – his name..... Winter – Andrew Bergland engaged with another family the Winns, I suppose – had paid Gross for 4 days Sunday Monday Tuesday and Wednesday last at 3/43 Banco per day and had paid off William Riddle 58DB. including [1] dollar for his little book i.e. 3 dollars a day for the 8 days of journey and up tonight and the day and 15DB. for his passage home and 15DB. for his 5 days of return = 58DB. all this took till 11 ¼.

Engage Jean Winter at 3DB. per day

August Saturday 24 William Riddle recommends the carrossier Russening corner of Lille Nygaten [Lilla Nygatan] in the city (that opens on to the water) out at 11 35/.. took Gross and our new courier Jean Winter engaged a little carriage like the one we had from Götheborg [Gothenburg] to be 2 dollars Banco per day hired from today inclusive at the musée de l’histoire naturelle at 12 25/.. two entrance tickets 24/. skillings

Fossil specimens very nice – part of the matrix stone remaining about them –

Gymnotus Electricus (electric eel?)

(Real Greenland boat

mustela erminiea [Hermelisi-Weslan hanne]

different specimens of – from Helsingland [Hälsingland]and Jemptland [Jämtland] white with black tipped tails, 2 tails ditto with rather coloured (not all turned white) bodies

Sciurus (ekorre) squirrel

Lutra (utter hanne) otter

Castor (bäfva) beaver

mus (genus ra or mouse) stora Husrättan (common house rat)

salmo Esperlanus, smelt.

Salmo alpines (trout?)

Came away at 2 – came home direct – had our new courier – settled to be off to Upsala [Uppsala] at 3am tomorrow – wrote and sent Gross at 3 ¼ with note to ‘Messrs. Tottie and Arfvedson’ to cash a £25 circular -  dinner at 3 40/.. – Gross returned with the note unopened – Messrs. T. and A- [contoi]r shut – had up the master of our hotel – very civil – will lend us 200 dollars Banco with pleasure – dinner over 4 50/..  soup – a roast leg of little mutton (or lamb?) stewed carrots and fricasseed cauliflower, and 3 slices (not large) of rice cake or pudding – afterwards 2 pears – Gross bought 8 this morning at 1 sk. each – mealy and not good to my taste -

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Carrot literally did this, sorry NCR

Tag your oc who would press all kinds of destructive buttons just to see what they would do.

You know the one.

[shalebridgecradle]

fic: dreaming of dragons

Author: Tyraa Rane / shalebridgecradle Rating: G

744 words on the subject of dragons, for @tes-summer-fest.

The door to the Frostfruit swung open and then shut again as Sissel sprinted in, making eddies in the dirt Erik had just swept. She waved to him as she darted around the embered firepit and into her customary seat at the counter. “I had another dream last night.”

Behind the counter, elbow deep in vegetables for that night’s stew, Mralki chuckled without even looking up. “And a good morning to you.” He pushed a few unpeeled potatoes and the spare paring knife across to her. “Britte turn into a skeever again?”

“No,” Sissel managed around a giggle. “It wasn’t that sort of dream.” In the next breath she picked up the knife and a potato. Small, delicate curls of potato skin dropped to the floor below her feet.

“Was it the one where you could walk through the air?” guessed Erik, his sweeping forgotten for the moment.

Sissel shook her head. “Not that one either.”

“You’ll just have to tell us, then.” Mralki lined up a trio of carrots and began to chop. “You’ve got so many dreams it’s hard to keep track of them all.”

She twisted back and forth in her seat before she answered. The potato dropped to the counter, newly shorn. “I dreamt about a dragon.”

Mralki’s knife hitched mid-cut, narrowly missing a finger. “A dragon, you said?”

“A dragon,” she confirmed, voice cheerful despite her own words.

Mralki shot his son a look over Sissel’s head, eyes narrowing. Erik turned his attention back to his chores. The broom moved so fast a puff of ash rose up at his feet. “A nightmare, then,” Mralki sighed, “brought on by travelers’ gossip. I told your da no good would come of it.”

Reaching for another potato, Sissel shook her head again, hard enough to send stray strands of her hair across her cheeks. “It wasn’t a nightmare because the dragon wasn’t scary. He lives up in the storm clouds, and he’s old and gray.”

“Old or no, a dragon’s still a dragon, sprout. There’s not a man or mer alive that wouldn’t be scared of one.”

In response, Sissel spun in her seat to face Erik, beaming, all gap-toothed and fading summer freckles. “You were there too, and you weren’t scared.”

Erik blinked at her for a long moment before matching her grin. “Well...of course I wasn’t!” His gaze darted to Mralki like a nervous twitch. “Who’d be scared of a dragon?”

“Anyone with an ounce of sense,” was Mralki’s inevitable, drawled reply.

“He wasn’t scary,” Sissel repeated. Her words were punctuated by deep grooves sliced into her most recent tuber. “He was old and sad. Like Jouane gets sometimes.”

“What does a dragon have to be sad about?”

Mralki snorted, his attention back on the carrots at last. “That it hasn’t eaten anyone in a while?”

“Maybe I brought him some bad news? Was I a...dragon courier?”

Sissel began to giggle again. “There’s no such thing, Erik.”

Erik held his broom before him like a staff, his chest puffed slightly. “Well, maybe I’m the first. Maybe I’ll bring him a message that makes him less sad.”

Sissel took a moment to mull over the idea, humming tunelessly. The potato spun in her small hands, half-peeled and forgotten. “Maybe,” she agreed at last.

They lapsed into silence after that. Mralki pushed the carrots into the stew pot and turned his attention to the potatoes. Every now and then his glance darted to Sissel or Erik and then back to the other.

Erik had just opened the door to sweep the night’s dirt and ashes down the steps when Sissel spoke again. “The dark-haired lady was there again, Erik.”

Mralki looked straight to his son, who obligingly turned a shade darker than his hair, despite the cold draft stinging his cheeks. “What dark-haired lady?”

Sissel reached across the counter to a stray piece of carrot. She popped it into her mouth with a faint shrug. “The one in my dreams sometimes. She has a funny accent, but she’s always kind. I think you’ll like her.”

Mralki considered them both for an interminable moment. Erik still stood in the open doorway, fingers twitching against the rough wood of the broom handle. “Stop letting the cold in, Erik, and go and feed the hens.” Mralki pushed a few more potatoes Sissel’s way. “And you, sprout. You tell me more about this dark-haired lady, and what she’s got to do with dragons.”