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[airandangels]

Tonight I made myself a pizza with red onions and mushrooms and it was tasty and nice

[thatnonameuser]

Can MC make a cat cult and use cat to attack Yanderes.

MC getting a cat for each dorm/ event and all of them are scheming to get you away from the boys is cute. Unlike Grim, these fur babies can’t be bribed. 

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You love cats.

What’s not to love? The little fluff balls are adorable. And surprisingly the most normal part of this world. 

You were a cat person. Plain and simple.

You loved cats, back in your world always feeding them, petting them, cuddling them. You loved them so much that when you first met Grim, you loved him even if he was a pain in the neck that went through tuna like fish breathed in water. 

Plus, given how stressful your situation was, they were the perfect stress relief. You can’t count how many nights you fell asleep petting Grim, cuddling Grim in your arms as you slept. 

Grim was your ghost repellent, your flame thrower, and your bestfriend/boss. Grim was like a rescue, throwing claws at you at first, and then cuddling up on you for your love and attention. 

Grim was a possessive cat, always wanting to be around you and constantly trying to be around you. And when you were threatened or in danger he would attack with his claws or his magic. There was even that one time that he tried to claw out Jamil’s eyes for mind controlling you back during winter break. 

To you, that was your one good thing. And because you deserved more good things after everything you went through…..the universe decided to give you a bunch more cats. Yay!

Besides Grim, the first one you met was Cheshire. Who somehow broke into your kitchen and got into Grim’s tuna. The orange tabby had a habit of coming and going whenever he pleased and causing mischief all over Ramshackle, destroying dishes and glasses. But despite your intruder cat’s reign of terror, he had a wonderful habit of popping up from nowhere whenever you visited Heartslabyul. 

It was a breath of fresh air whenever he managed to ruin the dorm’s peace and cause disaster to fall like a tower of cards. Like the namesake, Cheshire loved messing things up and causing chaos, breaking teacups, knocking over cakes and treats and vanishing before he could get caught and popping up again whenever anyone thought he was gone to continue it. And whenever one of the boys got too close to you, he’d pop out of nowhere and deliver them a hail of scratches and bites. 

So when they inevitably caught him, you scooped the poor baby into your arms and took him as your own before they skinned the cat alive. Cheshire just loved ruining yanderes’ evil plans, and being so adorable that being mad at him for his casual destruction was borderline impossible, and being a free spirit / vigilante that came out of nowhere was quite helpful. And then came more.

After Cheshire, it was Nala, Sushi and Rajah. Your violent babies.

Because much like his namesake, Cheshire came and went as he pleased, only coming in when it was time to be a hero. So you left food for him to eat when he decided to come back. Grim mourned his loss of tuna, but your other cat needed feeding, so you left an open can on the porch with some water. You woke up to Cheshire on your porch with his new friends. Who all jumped you as soon as you opened the door. 

Nala, a savannah cat, was a hunter and a fighter. She was a very peaceful kitty with you, but a violent hellspawn with anyone else. She was a territorial kitty so whenever the Savanaclaw boys came near she would leave enough bloody bite marks on them to warrant a rabies shot. 

Sushi, a spotted orange, black and white kitty, wasn’t the most feral, but he had a taste for the sea. The tiny kitty always followed you to Octavinelle, and whenever the trio got near he would eye them like dinner. Gotta love merfolk technically being seafood. Sushi was very agile too, so Floyd couldn’t catch them whenever she got too close. 

Rajah, an orange and black striped cat the size of a medium-sized dog he’d rip and tear through clothes with his teeth and claws. He hated all your suitors, ripping holes into pants legs, baring fangs and hissing whenever they got too close. He couldn’t be bribed despite even Kalim trying to warm up with him with expensive and delicious smelling treats. But unlike Grim, he couldn’t be tricked.

And after them, it was Duchess, Chimera, and then Diablo. Your crafty kitties.

Duchess, a Persian cat with white fur so long that when you brushed her it looked like your sheets got snowed on, was a spoiled loud princess. So loud that she would yowl at all hours and alert anyone unfortunate or otherwise to hear it. Much to your surprise, whenever Rook decided to invade your privacy she always managed to find him. Which is both strange because the fact Rook barely ever got caught, and helpful because then he couldn’t do whatever. But thanks to…. something, Duchess always found her way to him. And when she did she was like a siren, yowling so loud it woke you up when you were sleeping. 

Chimera was an adorably fat patchwork cat that was as lazy as Grim, but had a penchant for finding electronics in Ramshackle and sitting on them. While Idia loves cats to an unhealthy degree, you could see that it was bothering him that Chimera kept destroying his cameras. Too bad, your fat little-big Chimera is a danger to those hidden cameras and as a result of that, a lovely roommate that won’t be moving out.

Diablo, a black cat no surprise, had appeared on top of you when you opened your eyes one morning and didn’t ever leave. You were suspicious of whether or not he was a normal cat, because you noticed the little blue lights that came into the air when he popped out of nowhere. His speciality was messing with magic, or more specifically magical artifacts meant to lure and bind you. The food spelled with potions, necklaces with curses of binding, and even  Whatever was sent would be smashed, shattered and broken before you could be tricked into using them. Incredibly helpful given Diasomnia’s antics, specifically Malleus’ gift giving of precious and usually cursed jewelry. 

And then, Count Claudius. And Foxy. And Gideon. And Skelly.

All your possessive and protective little kitties, that made biscuits in your blankets and bite marks on your suitors. 

Sure Grim was a lil’ jealous. He was still your number one, you did your best to make sure that he wasn’t going to fight with the cats in a jealous rage. 

As for your suitors…..

They were probably pissed. You had to free your precious babies from traps to make sure they were able to come back to Ramshackle come morning. But, Grim mostly fell for them. 

But hey, you’d rather be a single cat lady than deal with your yandere suitors. Maybe you could take them home with you.

[kissitbttr]

I SEE YOU (FIRST TIME IS A CHARM)

a/n: a simple first date of frat!miguel and cheerleader!reader after the party

warnings; tiny angst but then turned to comfort<3

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miguel sometimes think it would be good if he occasionally pinches himself in the arm. or glen could do it if he wanted to since he’s got quite a grip. enough to make sure he’s not living the dream.

for example, finally scoring a chance to take you out after months of pining on you? not getting rejected by his long time crush?! scratch pinching, somebody slap the dog shit out of him and tell him that this is real,

he had texted beck prior the date that he needed his right hand man to keep tabs on everything at the party. and being the good best friend that he is, beck congratulated him for finally having the balls to actually do it,

beck: so i guess that means we don’t have to hear about you moaning her name again during sleep?

miguel: shut the fuck up, kingsley. do as what you’re told.

beck: aye aye buddy

“so uh.. are you hungry? we could grab something to eat if you want to” he asked you while looking over to the passengers seat

“starving, actually” you replied with a giggle, and he felt his heart skip a beat at the sound. “got any recommendations, o’hara?”

but for a guy who knows his ways around women, he sure is nervous when it comes to you. and fuck, he cursed himself for being like this. he wanted to look cool in front of you, not stupid. what is wrong with him?!

“well we can have something off the diner on 13th street. that’s twenty minutes from campus, though. sushi stop, i know one where they serve the best sashimi. and kebab food truck but i don’t think you-“

“a kebab?!” a gasp fell from your mouth, eyes widening at the sound of middle eastern delicacy. “yes. no doubt. i want it. let’s punch it!”

he swore he’s not the type who falls in love quickly. but the way your eyes twinkle in excitement when he mentioned about kebabs,

he might just have,

he smiled at you before putting his focus back on the road. “kebab food truck it is”

one thing that miguel had forgotten to mention, is that food trucks don’t have tables and chairs. so people either eat them while standing up or inside their cars,

he didn’t want to trouble you at all, because looking at you right now, in a very pretty dress and heels, he doubt. that you actually wanted to eat while standing up,

“i’m so sorry, muñeca. i forgot to say something about this” he scratched the back of his head. eyes looking through the window where the kebab truck is at,

with a shrug you shot him a reassuring smile. “i don’t mind standing up while eating if that’s what you worried about”

he shook his head. “i mind actually. can’t let you eat and get tired while standing. how about we’ll eat in my car and i’ll go order something for you, si? what do you prefer? i swear if it you say vegan, i will leave you”

you laughed at that comment, “no of course not. i’ll get the chicken one, medium sized. and a cold water”

he pulled out his cash from the back pocket, smiling at you. “be right back”

there was definitely something different about him. a good different. one of them was how miguel is not how the people at campus had painted him to be. could be too soon for that conclusion but throughout the car ride, you were extremely sure that miguel is not a jackass.

instead, he had asked about which songs you wanted him to play in his car. whether or not if you’re comfortable and constantly saying sorry if he overstepped. it all seemed so sweet to you,

your friends would probably give you a weird look praising such simple things. the bare minimum. but these days, those ‘bare minimums’ are hard to pluck from a decent person, correct? nothing’s wrong with praising them anyway.

he knocked on the window, pulling you out of the train thoughts, in which you then rolled it down. “here you go, muñeca. the man assumed that it was for me so he put a lot of chicken there, so-“

“it’s fine. i said i was starving anyway” you took it from his hand, the smell of the delicious meal was making your mouth water.

miguel had himself crouched down to your eye level, thumb pointing over his shoulder. “so. standing up? or my car?”

you thought for a while, then an idea came into your mind with a pretty smile. “got a better one”

miguel frowned in confusion at that, watching you opening the door before walking out of the vehicle. and that’s when you and him standing almost chest to chest, unintentionally.

the moment he looked at you, his mind immediately went blank. in that exact moment, he thought that if it was possible to put charges on someone for how they stare with their eyes, yours would be number one.

because it felt like he was getting hypnotized by your beautiful irises and that there’s no turning back for him. he would volunteer to drown himself in them if it means he gets to see those eyes forever,

“—way nicer”

he blinked. mentally slapping himself in the forehead because he had just realized he wasn’t listening to you at all, too busy day dreaming about your gaze.

“i’m sorry, w-what were you saying?”

an amused smile made it towards your lips, “i said, we could sit by the pavement here. it’s way nicer. we could act like one of those drunk people after night out.”

“but we’re not drunk, muñeca”

“i said act, miguel” you reply in a duh tone, closing the door behind before guiding him to one of the empty ones where it’s not taken, “see? this one’s good spot”

one thing he noticed, you were wearing a pretty dress. “wait!” miguel then rushed towards the back of his car to grab a jacket before going back to you and laying it down on the asphalt. “there. now you can sit”

that one made your heart flutter, eyes moved up to him. “miguel you can’t just do that. your jacket will get dirty”

“I don’t mind. they made washing machine for a reason. i wasn’t going to let your dress get dirty anyway. the color is too pretty” he smiled, finally taking a seat on the rough surface with you following his actions after,

it was quite a cold night, and you regret not bringing a jacket along with you. what even was this weather? sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s rainy and sometimes you couldn’t even fucking predict it,

you tried not to let the chills get to you, because it seemed like miguel wasn’t really bothered by it. this man had his whole arms out in a muscle tank and he sat still like it was nothing,

“this is the best kebab i have ever tasted” you moaned with your eyes close on you had the first bite, chewing on the sweet delish,

miguel tried not to let his mind wander when he saw you doing that. “you like it?”

“like?! i love it! miguel this is amazing!” eyes turning into hearts when you gaze the food upon your hands, “how did you find this perfect place?”

“me and the guys often tried to find new places to eat other than burgers and hot dogs after parties and football practice” he settled his legs down, crossing them. “saw this truck while passing by and decided to give it a go”

you hummed. “do you do that a lot?”

“do what a lot?”

“partying” you took another bite, looking over at him as he raised his brows at the question,

“w-well” he chuckled nervously, thinking of a better way to answer. “if i’m being honest, i don’t enjoy it… as much as i did before”

“really?”

“yeah. it was fun at first. partying, getting shit faced… feels lame now. also, probably because now i think of alcohol are just empty calories”

“is that why you wanted to take me out? so you didn’t have a reason to stay there?”

his eyes turned wide, shaking his head in panic mode. “what? no! no of course not! i wanted to! i mean—it just felt like it was the perfect timing! and i— I—so—didn’t i tell you i have a crush on you?!”

with that, you laughed. placing a hand over his knee. “just joking, miguel”

oh fuck you’re touching him.

‘keep it cool, miguel’ he thought,

“oh-oh right, right. sorry” he replied, clearing his throat. still feeling nervous. “you know, i rarely see you at our weekly parties. only gloria and some of your friends.” he pointed out. wiping some of the sauce from the corner of his lips,

you answered. “not really my scene”

“you don’t like parties?”

“not really. i prefer when it’s just a few people that i know. not a whole campus. i like it better when it’s intimate”

“why is that?” he couldn’t help but ask,

“so i can hear people better when they talk. i love having a conversation”. it’s simple really. and it’s true.

you haven’t gone out to wild parties or clubs in a while, and it was safe to say that your life is truly at peace now. not saying that you would turn down any offer to go to one, but you just don’t do it as often,

waste of money and energy. simple things like sleeping before eleven, waking up early, getting your work done and having walks or working out regularly have been your main priorities now,

“ah, i see” he nodded at that, a smile appeared on his face. “intimate party yeah? i keep that in mind”

you raised one of your brows. “you don’t have to just because i said so, miguel”

he shrugged, taking another bite of his food “if that’s what i have to do just so i could see you around more often”

his response completely took you by surprise. and you had no clue what to say to that. fluttered? sure, that’s why you tried to suppress the smile on your face by looking away. you were quite thankful that it was dark out. that way, he wouldn’t be able to see the blush prominent on your cheeks.

the two of you sat there in comfortable silence for a while. devouring the perfect late night meal while watching the cars go by, accompanied by mindless chatters from left to right,

it did come to a surprise that you and miguel have a lot more in common than you think. something that you didn’t see coming. hell, you didn’t even think that you would actually converse with the head of a fraternity and captain of a football team.

a person whom you always try to avoid ever since freshmen year.

“another thing—why haven’t i seen you in lots of my games?”

“miguel, i come to your games. i’m the cheerleader for crying out loud”

“what i meant was why have you never stick around? you do your part and then poof! you’re gone”

raising an eyebrow, you eye him. “are you stalking me now?” he laughs at the accusation, but it’s not entirely false. “i have no reason to stay, why would i stick around?”

“not even for me?” he fakes a dramatic gasp, hand over his chest as if he’s actually hurt. “that pains me, muñeca”

“you’re getting way ahead of yourself, o’hara” you reply with an eye roll but smile anyway,

miguel then looks at the road, shaking his head. “unbelievable. and here i thought about handing you my jersey for you to wear next at our championship game”

and man, did your heart somehow stop for a second there.

because miguel o’hara do not give away his jersey numbers. not the real one nor the merch ones.

“you’re joking?”

“why would i be?” miguel turned his head at you, finding it is much better to look at you rather than the busy road ahead of him,

shrugging, you looked down at your open kebab. “people talk about how your jerseys are off limits. you don’t give away those numbers for anyone”

“well” he breathed out, chewing his lower lip while fiddling with his fingers. “you’re not just anyone to me”

a breath hitched on your throat when his ruby eyes met with your pretty ones once more. and he made a mental note on how your smile deflated in seconds after he said that,

and fuck fuck fuck, he didn’t mean to make you feel weird or uncomfortable. it was the last thing he wanted to do. because he did feel like he was confessing too much to you that night.

but what could he have done?! he likes you and you make him nervous. put the two and two together, and miguel would sputter bunch of shit from his mouth without actually thinking,

“shit” he shook his head, looking away from embarrassment. “i didn’t—I didn’t mean to say that— i mean, i did but—sorry if it made you feel weird. that was too straight forward”

you couldn’t lie, it was rather entertaining to see the captain of a football team and the so called ‘player of campus’ stumble upon his words like that. usually, you would simply roll your eyes and brushed every single guy who had said that to you. because you knew all they wanted to do was to get into your pants,

however miguel looked genuine. and by how fast his cheeks were warming to the color of crimson red or how he scratched the tip of his ears was pretty explanatory,

he wasn’t trying to get into your pants,

instead of giving him a dirty look, you just smiled shyly at him who looked down on his lap. probably re-thinking about his life choices.

“that’s cute” you managed to mumble, scooting a bit closer to his body. putting the half of kebab down beside you. “you actually like me, huh?”

he scoffed at the silly thought, as if the answer to that question had already been written well enough. “i really like you” he confessed, craning his head towards you and he almost passed out on how close you were to him. “makes me go crazy every time i see you, muñeca—i counted the times that you looked at me for just one split second and i died on days that you didn’t”

the way he spoke so carefully and lovingly with you was truly something you had longed from someone. took you by surprise just how much it meant to him for something so simple like wanting you to look at him for once,

one that you didn’t expect miguel o’hara would have said,

“yeah?” and this time, your voice wavered a little. almost like he made his mission accomplished by making you nervous too. “have you been gawking at me then?”

“god you made it sound like i’m a creep” he shook his head out of embarrassment making you laugh. “not gawk—just simply admiring you from afar—during class and your cheerleading practice. but it’s not a weird ass admiring or something like that. hope that’s okay”

it was. indeed it was.

because before this happened, you always assumed that miguel was the typical jock that romcoms have always shown. heartless, player, annoying, screw ups, and the list goes on.

but fuck was he different.

“more than okay” you responded rather quietly, letting your shoulder touched with his and it made miguel’s eyebrows quirk upwards,

and the moment miguel let his eyes looked into yours for more than twenty seconds, he knew for the second time that night—he was in. hooked line and sinker.

you pulled him in deeper than anyone had ever did without you even realizing. he hadn’t even shared a three hour conversation with you. this is the longest he had spoken with the girl he had a crush on,

miguel gulped by the sight of your pretty lips and doe eyes looking up at him. the innocence twinkled within your gaze and he had to refrain himself from kissing you out in the street,

it was one of the hardest thing he had to do that night,

“i just wanted you to give me a chance” he admitted, resting his arms on his knees as he stared at you. “to look at me as me—not as someone who people had spread rumors about on campus—because i’m not that— i don’t sleep around, i promise I don’t”

it was a weird feeling on how your heart broke a little by how defeated he sounded at the moment. his eyes were soften, voice turned small. he was begging silently for you to look past the ‘playboy miguel’ talk from the people that barely even knows him,

he didn’t care if others don’t believe him but he cared if you did.

that’s the only approval he needed,

“i want you to see me” he shyly continued when you chose not to say anything, only looking at him with your widening eyes. “that’s all”

trust has always been something you struggle with from time to time. because it’s easier said than done.

relationships are indeed not your strongest virtue. you shared some in the past but not all of it were pretty except for one. and you haven’t even heard about that person in a long time but you did wish he was okay.

it is unbelievably difficult to put your heart upon someone else’s hands and asking them to take care of it knowing how easy it would be for them to break it along the way,

which was the reason why you avoided miguel in the first place,

to say you hate him with all of your guts and soul would probably be too much. you wouldn’t go that far. you hardly know the man.

but you were persuaded by the gossips and girl talk scattered throughout campus. how he used girls for sex, only to dump them the next day. despite gloria telling you the opposite, you refused to believe her. you were solemnly only trying to protect yourself.

yet only now the guilt was eating you alive. why didn’t you even try to find out for yourself instead of listening to a gang of plastics who love to start off disgusting rumors about others?

looking at him now just made your heart clenched and for your head tilt to the side, just so you can look at him a bit better. you wanted to look at his eyes. you wanted him to not avoid your gaze because you understood now,

more clearer than ever.

“i do. i see you, miguel” you placed a hand on top of his, gently rubbing the skin until his ruby eyes turned to you at the sudden affection,

miguel’s heart almost did a somersault at your smile. even more to the words you had chosen to say next,

“i see you, baby”

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reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! it would make my day:)

[barnlarn]

Thought I'd share my favorite bread recipe and storage method :) I make 2-3 boules every couple of weeks and eat a slice as toast with an over-easy egg for breakfast every day. Love that it's easy to make and there's no sugar.

Townsends historical cooking youtube channel where I found the recipe.

Recipe as plain text below the cut!

No-knead Artisan Bread

Tools Dutch oven (preferably cast iron or coated cast iron) Mixing bowls & ramekins Working surface Oven

Ingredients 3 cups bread flour 1.5 t of salt 1 egg white 2 egg yolks 2 T melted butter ¾ cup milk Barm or barm substitute- - ½ cup warm water - ½ t yeast - 1 T bread flour Handful of cornmeal

Method Combine barm sub ingredients in a cup and set aside to let the yeast activate. It should turn frothy after a few minutes.

Combine flour and salt in a medium mixing bowl. In ramekins, separate egg yolks from the one egg white. Slowly whisk the melted butter together with the yolks. Use a small mixing bowl to heat the milk to lukewarm in the microwave, then add egg white and milk, then barm sub.

Make a well in the dry ingredients, then add wet and mix thoroughly with hands for a few minutes so that plenty of air enters the dough. The dough will be sticky. Shape into a ball, cover the bowl and dough with a damp cloth. Set aside for 12 - 24 hours at room temp to rise (the longer it proofs, the stronger the flavor). It should be doubled in size by the end. After resting, preheat the oven to 450 with the dutch oven inside.

Turn out the dough onto a floured working surface; the dough should be spongy. Gently shape into a boule. Try not to work too much flour into the dough, you don’t want to knead it. Lightly score the top of the boule with a bread knife. Sprinkle a thin layer of cornmeal in the bottom of the preheated dutch oven, and place boule into the dutch oven and cover. Bake for 30-35 min, or until the crust is deep golden brown.

[blnxpc]

The Series of Burmese-Japanese Visual Poetry

Yay Ta Shauk & Takahiro Sawamura – Rain

 雨 [ame] - rain မြန်မာ [myanmar] - Burmese, Myanmar

Yay Ta Shauk & Takahiro Sawamura – Droplet

雫 [shizuku] - droplet ပြည့် [pyae] - full

Yay Ta Shauk & Takahiro Sawamura – Snow

雪 [yuki] - snow လွင့် [iwint] - blow away

Yay Ta Shauk & Takahiro Sawamura – Water

氵 [sanzui] - something about water, the element of Chinese Character used in Japanese မိုး [moe] – rain

Yay Ta Shauk & Takahiro Sawamura – Raindrop

雨 [ame] - rain မိုး [moe] - rain ရွှာချ [ywar cha] - fall down (especially for rain)

Yay Ta Shauk & Takahiro Sawamura – Rainfall

ぽ [po] - the sound of water falling on the water surface ပလုံ [pa lone] - the sound of the droplet when it hit the water surface

We, Yay Ta Shauk and Takahiro Sawamura, collaborated to create the pieces of visual poetry. Using Burmese and Japanese characters related to water, we aimed to connect each language and realize a new landscape. Burmese characters have round shapes like glass balls or water drops. Japanese characters often preserve the forms of things within them. By integrating these features, these works were created. We hope you enjoy them. ©️Yay Ta Shauk & Takahiro Sawamura 2024

Biography 

Yay Ta Shauk

Thura Khaing aka Yay Ta Shauk is a Burmese multidisciplinary artist based in Singapore. His interests on the various mediums such as music, language and visuals reflect on the way he conceptualizes the chosen materials. He is currently working on Burmese Komplete konkrete e book (the burmese concrete poetry series made by him) and the very first poetry book of his own while running the underground poetry station called "ကဗျာ အမြန်ဖတ်" Kabyar A myan phat which is the bit size poem reading of the Burmese modern and contemporary poetry.

ရေတလျှောက် - Yay Ta Shauk

Takahiro Sawamura

Takahiro Sawamura (澤村貴弘) is a poet and collage artist living in Kyoto, Japan. He published a collection of poems titled "Kaitenmokuba (回転木馬)" with two poets, Somg Lee Shun and Mizuho Sato in 2019. He also held exhibitions of concrete/visual poetry four times from 2022 to 2024. He is now pursuing poetic emotions between literature and art through his cross-cutting activities.

[najia-cooks]

[ID: First image is of a golden brown boule studded with blueberries and covered with seeds; second image shows the boule cut in half to show a holely bread with blueberries throughout. End ID]

Rustic no-knead blueberry bread

This is a crusty, no-knead, sweet-savory bread that pairs blueberries with spices and herbs inspired by West Asian cooking. Fennel, anise, sesame, and mahlab powder are reminiscent of the دُقَّة كَعْك ("duqqa ka'k"; cake powder) used in pastries, while za'tar and caraway skew more savory.

The long rise yields a well-fermented dough with a robust flavor that stands up well against the sweetness and pungency of the fennel and aniseed. The result is a jammy, complex, aromatic boule.

This bread has an open, irregular crumb, great for slicing, toasting, dipping, or spreading. Try it with labna and honey, olive oil and za'tar, or a spreadable cheese. I've also made sandwiches with thick slices of this bread and fried, glazed tofu drizzled with tarator and topped with Iraqi mango pickles, to excellent effect.

Recipe under the cut!

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Makes one medium-sized boule.

Ingredients:

3 cups (360g) bread flour

2 tsp kosher salt

1/4 tsp dry active yeast

2 tsp mahlab powder (optional)

1 tsp fennel seed + 1 tsp aniseed, coarsely ground

About 1 2/3 cup water (room temperature)

1/2 cup firm fresh blueberries

1 Tbsp za’tar (wild thyme), crumbled

Additional fennel seeds, aniseed, caraway, and sesame, to top

Mahlab (محلب) powder is the ground-up pits of Mahleb cherries. It can be purchased at a halal or specialty spice store.

Za'tar (wild thyme) can be found in dried form at a halal grocery store. Note that the spice blend, which includes wild thyme, sumac, sesame seeds, and other spices, will also be labelled "za'tar." If you don't have or can't locate any of the herb itself, use any dried woody herb of your choice (e.g. rosemary, thyme, sage), chopped.

Instructions:

1. Making the dough. Measure flour into a large mixing bowl. Add salt, yeast, seeds, and thyme and stir to combine.

2. Gradually add water until a soft, sticky dough forms. You may need more or less than 1 2/3 cup.

3. Flatten dough in the bowl and top with some of the blueberries. Fold the dough to enclose the blueberries, add more blueberries on top, and fold again. Repeat until all blueberries are incorporated.

4. First rise. Shape dough into a ball and place in the bowl seam-side down. Pat the top of the dough with some olive oil and cover the bowl with a kitchen towel. Allow to rest at room temperature for 16-20 hours.

5. Shaping. Gently remove the dough from the bowl and allow it to deflate. Shape the boule by folding an edge in over the center, rotating the dough slightly, and repeating until you have gone all the way around.

6. Flip the ball over so the seam side is down. Place your hands on either side of the dough and then move them down towards the base of the boule, tucking some of the dough under and towards the seam, to tighten the top of the ball. Rotate the ball slightly and do this again, repeating until you've gone all the way around a couple times.

This is the basic method for shaping a boule, lightly adapted to avoid breaking any blueberries. If any of the blueberries start to pop out of the surface of the dough, just press them back in.

7. Second rise. Place your boule on a piece of parchment paper and cover with a kitchen towel. Allow to rise for 1-2 hours, until noticeably puffy.

8. Baking. Place a Dutch oven in your oven and preheat to 450 °F (230 °C). Remove the Dutch oven and place the boule, along with the parchment paper, inside. Put the lid on the Dutch oven and return it to the oven. Bake for 30 minutes.

9. Remove the Dutch oven's lid and bake bread for another 20 minutes, or until the crust is deeply golden brown.

To bake the bread without a Dutch oven, preheat a baking tray in the center of the oven, while preheating a skillet (rated to at least 450 °F) in the bottom; once preheated, transfer the bread and parchment paper to the tray, and pour a few cups of water in the skillet; bake for 30 minutes. Remove the skillet and bake another 20 minutes until golden brown.

Allow the bread to cool completely before cutting into it to avoid creating a mushy texture.

[jewreallythinkthat]

Hey!! Do you happen to have a good challah recipe you can share? I bake a lot but have avoided most breads because a) my house is damp, and b) they can smell my fear. I googled it but tbh don't trust the results from goyim 😂 (they can probably make it just fine, I'm just being judgy)

I do! I use the Evelyn Rose recipe :)

Ingredients:

1 1/2 lbs bread flour (you cannot use plain flour for this)

2 oz sugar (sub 2 tbsp honey from rosh hashannah to YK)

1/2 oz salt

1 tbsp instant yeast

3 tbsp neutral oil (vegetable/sunflower)

2 eggs

10-11 floz water (10 if eggs are large, 11 if medium/small)

optional extra egg for egg wash.

Mix all ingredients together and knead until springy (around 10 minutes by hand, 5 minutes in a mixer with a dough hook). Form the dough into a ball shape, place back into the original mixing bowl. Place a plastic bag over the top of the bowl to stop the dough drying out.

Prove until doubled in size - I put it in the airing cupboard and turn on the hot water boiler in there to warm it up and it takes around 3-4 hours in winter but can be as fast as 1-2 hours in summer!

Shape into braids or rounds for the chugim. Place on a lined baking sheet. Cover again (I use a clean drying up cloth and then put it in the turned off oven to prevent any airflow that would dry it out and stop the rise properly) and prove until increased in side but at least 50% (it can double again if the yeast is really going for it).

Preheat the oven to gas mark 6 (200C/400F). Beat the egg for the egg wash and brush it all over the now proved challah. Bake for 24 minutes (turning half way through) for regular challah or 40 minutes (turning half way through) for round challah for RH up to YK.

Once baked, leave to cool for 5 minutes on the tray for the gluten to set a little before removing from the baking sheet and placing on a cooling rack to cool fully.

Eat the entire thing. Eat the entire thing alone. You will certainly not regret eating an entire challah in one sitting.

[prairiefirewitch]

Trying to stay ahead of the next Deipnon on July 5th, so I made some Greek flatbreads to freeze that I’ll defrost the day of. I’m not sure if I’ll make a full meal, but I knew I wanted to make bread. It’s still hotter than Hades here so I needed a bread that didn’t require a hot oven, and these are made on a griddle or pan on the stove top. I’m the laziest baker in the world so these are really easy to make and quick too. Here’s the recipe if you want to make them too:

1.5 tsp dry instant yeast

2 cups lukewarm water

2 tablespoons olive oil plus a little more to oil skillet

1 tsp sugar

3.5 cups all purpose flour plus more for dusting

1 tsp salt

In your mixer add yeast, water and sugar. Stir and let it sit until yeast blooms, about 5 minutes.

Add olive oil, flour, and salt. Mix on medium low speed for 10 minutes until dough is soft, smooth, and pliant. Shape into a ball and coat with a tsp of olive oil. Cover and let double in size, about an hour.

Turn out onto a lightly floured surface and cut into 9 pieces. Shape each piece into a taut ball and cover with a towel. Let rest about 10 minutes.

Roll into circles, about 1/8 inch thick. Heat your griddle or skillet and brush the surface with olive oil. Put your rolled dough on the hot skillet and brush top side with oil. If bubbles form, poke them with a fork. When the bottom is light golden, flip and cook the other side. Repeat with your other dough balls. Cool on a cooling rack.

[homunculus-argument]

2 tbsp yeast

2.5 cups warm water

2tbsp brown sugar

1tbsp salt

5.5 cups flour (measure flour by spooning into measuring cup them scraping off excess so it ain't as packed as putting scoop right into flour u will get more uniform and tru 2 recipe scoops this way)

Enough olive oil to fully coat the bowl ur leaving dough in 2 rise and 2 brush on later

2.5 tbsp mixed rosemary/ oregano/ thyme (or whatever herb mix ur feelin)

1/4 cup grated parm

1/2 cup grated havilah

(Cheese optional but nice feel free to sub out or for preferred cheeses)

(This recipe makes 2 good sized loaves so u can half it if u want less bread)

-Add yeast to warm water and mix till dissolved and let rest covered 5min(it should b frothy when uncovered)

-Add dark brown sugar and salt, mix together thoroughly(still frothy)

-Slowly add flour half cup at a time till fully incorporated in the bowl

- remove from bowl and knead a few min while adding in optional cheese n seasonings (I'm worse at deceiving this part but knead with medium force until it becomes shiney n strechy, it could take 3-10 min honestly this part is vibes but also the dough is v forgiving if u accidentally over knead)

-Put in oiled bowl and cover, let rest 20-30 min in a warm place(if u want u can leave it overnight in the fridge)

-Take out and shape into loaves(like gently cut dough ball into half or thirds n put em on greased baking trays)

Cover and let rest 5min

Preheat oven to 450

-Cut bread tops& brush on oily herb mixture

-Bake 15-30min till brown and crusty

Lmk if i left any gaps but also with all the yeast this bread has it kinda does its own thing lol

Sounds intriguing. Gonna save this for the time I'll try baking next time.

[ayeforscotland]

I've made pita really susccessfully with a recipe from the blog Love & Lemons, their recipe is super easy to follow even if you've never dabbled in bread-making, can be doubled easily if you're feeding a lot of people, works both on oven and stove top, and turns out tender and delicious. I'll copy it down below, but If you go to the blog they have really helpful pictures detailing the process. Hope this helps!

Ingredients

3/4 cup warm water

1 package (2 1/4 teaspoons), active dry yeast

1 teaspoon plus 1 tablespoon sugar

3 3/4 cups bread flour (469 grams), plus more for dusting

1 1/2 teaspoons sea salt

3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, plus more for the bowl

3/4 cup whole-milk Greek yogurt, (we use Stonyfield)

Instructions

In a medium bowl, combine the water, yeast, and 1 teaspoon of sugar. Let the mixture sit until it’s foamy on top, about 5 minutes.

In a large mixing bowl or stand mixer fitted with a paddle attachment, combine the flour, salt, and remaining tablespoon sugar. Add the yeast mixture, oil, and yogurt, and mix to combine. Knead the dough, either in the stand mixer on medium speed or by hand on a clean work surface, adding more flour if needed, until it’s soft and slightly sticky, 7 to 10 minutes. Transfer the dough to an oiled bowl, cover with a towel or plastic wrap, and let rise until it’s doubled in size, about 2 hours.

Preheat the oven to 500°F and line two baking sheets with parchment paper.

Turn the dough out onto a clean work surface and divide it into 12 equal balls. Cover and let rise an additional 20 minutes.

Roll the balls out into circles that are 1/4 to 1/2-inch thick. Place them onto the baking sheets an inch apart, then bake, one sheet at a time, until they’re puffy and lightly browned on top. Begin checking at 5 minutes. We bake them for about 8 minutes, rotating the pan after the 5 minute mark if one side of the sheet is puffing up more than the other. Transfer the pitas to a wire rack to cool.

Notes

Note: These freeze really well. Molly recommends pulling them out of the oven just before they’re brown if you plan to store and reheat them. To thaw, pop them in the toaster - they’ll brown up a bit as they toast.

Thanks for taking the time to write all that out, will hopefully have a chance to try it at some point!

[the-jumblr-cookbook]

Spelt flour jachnun recipe

This is a recipe I got from my mom. It’s her own spin on jachnun that for me, tastes like home. I will include both a dairy version and a parve vegan version.

Estimated time: half an hour of actual work, 1.5-2 from start to finish not including baking time, and 16+ including baking time.

Ingredients:

2 cups whole spelt flour (enough for a medium size jachnun pot with 8 small-medium sized jachnuns)

¼ cup olive oil + about ¼ extra

1 cup warm water (you won’t use it all)

1 teaspoon salt

half a stick(?) of room temperature butter (more or less, I never actually measured, I just have a whole stick on hand just in case) - alternatively, you can use coconut oil (my preference) or margarine

optional but recommended: eggs (won’t go into the dough)

Tools:

a jachnun pot (thin metal pot with a metal lid)

big bowl for the dough

oven/toaster oven/shabbat hot plate

big surface to work on

small bowl for the butter

baking paper

plastic wrap/towel

Instructions:

 add the two cups of flour to a big bowl.

 make a dent in the middle and add the quarter cup of olive oil and the salt.

add a bit of water and start mixing. slowly add the water as you knead the dough, until there’s no more flour sticking to the side of the bowl. the dough should be a bit sticky and quite ugly, but not too sticky that you can’t get it off your hands.

if it’s too sticky, add more flour. if you see flour, add water. if it feels dry but you don’t see flour, add olive oil.

cover it with plastic wrap or a towel and leave it to rest on the counter for 15 minutes.

after 15 minutes, the dough should’ve flattened. take the cover off the bowl, pour oil on your hands and knead the dough for about 5 minutes. the dough should feel stretchy.

after you finish, make it into a well oiled ball and cover it again. leave it to rest on the counter for a other hour.

oil up your hands again and form the dough into smaller balls. depending on the size this should be good for about 6-8 jachnuns. put them on your work surface, cover them and let them rest for another 15 minutes (optional).

(skip this step if you follow the optional step 11) pre-heat the oven to to 100°C or about 212°F (if you use an oven instead of a shabbat hot plate), do not put it higher or it WILL burn.

one by one, stretch the balls of dough into a roughly long rectangle shape, they should be very stretchy and you should be able to stretch them paper thin. do not worry if you have any hole.

this is an optional step - you can chill the dough in the fridge for about an hour if you want more defined layers, but this is only if you really want to show off. keep in mind this makes the dough less stretchy which is why you do it after opening it up, and that makes it take a lot of space in the fridge. if you do it, come back to step 9 after the hour or so you wait for them to chill. you would of course want to chill al of the jachnuns together.

spread butter (/coconut oil/margarine) all over the jachnun

fold one third in (ךengthwise, not widthwise), spread butter on top of it

fold the other third in, spread more butter on top

start rolling the dough, while pulling back the dough to stretch it even more (this may be harder if you followed step 11). if you don’t want them to look like rugelach, use your middel fingers to stretch the dough sideways while you roll them, to pull it wider.

place baking paper at the bottom of your jachnun pot,and start placing the jachnuns inside. place baking paper on top of them.

optional - you can freeze the whole pot if you don’t want to bake it immediately, I think for up to about 3 days.

put it in the oven/on the plata for about two hours. after two hours, you can add eggs on top of the top layer of baking paper. you can hardboil them first but it also works if you don’t. those are called jachnun eggs, they’re going to turn out brown and overcooked.

bake for at least 14 hours, serve with crushed tomatoes and zhug or whatever else you like.

מתכון בעברית:

זמן משוער: חצי שעה של עבודה בפועל, שעה וחצי לשעתיים של עבודה בלי אפייה, 16+ של עבודה כולל אפייה

מרכיבים:

שתי כוסות קמח כוסמין מלא (אפשר להשתמש בכוסמין לבן או פשוט בקמח לבן רגיל)

רבע כוס שמן זית (פלוס עוד כזה רבע כוס אקסטרה)

כפית מלח

כוס מים חמימים (שלא תשתמשו בכולה)

משהו כמו חצי חבילת חמאה אבל אני תמיד דואג לחבילה שלמה לגיבוי (בשביל טבעוני/פרווה אפשר להשתמש בשמן קוקוס או במרגרינה)

ביצים - אופציונלי אך מומלץ

כלים:

סיר ג'חנון כמובן

קערה גדולה לבצק

קערה קטנה לחמאה/שמן קוקוס/מרגרינה

תנור/טוסטר אובן/פלטת שבת

נייר אפייה

מגבת/ניילון נצמד

הוראות הכנה:

מוסיפים את שתי כוסות הקמח לקערה גדולה.

יוצרים שקע במרכז ומוסיפים את רבע כוס שמן הזית ואת המלח.

מוסיפים מעט מים ומתחילים לערבב. מוסיפים לאט את המים תוך כדי לישה של הבצק, עד שאין יותר קמח שנדבק לדופן הקערה. הבצק צריך להיות מעט דביק ודי מכוער, אבל לא דביק מדי שאי אפשר להוריד אותו מהידיים.

אם הוא דביק מדי, מוסיפים עוד קמח. אם רואים קמח בקערה, מוסיפים מים. אם הבצק מרגיש יבש אבל אתם לא רואה קמח, מוסיפים שמן זית.

מכסים אותו בניילון נצמד או במגבת ומשאירים אותו לנוח על השיש למשך 15 דקות.

לאחר 15 דקות, הבצק אמור להשתטח בתוך הקערה. מורידים את הכיסוי מהקערה, שופכים שמן על הידיים ולשים את הבצק כ-5 דקות. הבצק צריך להרגיש גמיש.

אחרי שמסיימים, יוצרים ממנו כדור משומן היטב ומכסים אותו שוב. תשאירו אותו לנוח על השיש למשך שעה נוספת.

משמנים שוב את הידיים ויוצרים מהבצק כדורים קטנים יותר. תלוי בגודל שאתם בוחרים זה אמור לצאת כזה-6-8 ג'חנונים. תניחו אותם על משטח העבודה שלכם, כסו אותם ותנו להם לנוח עוד 15 דקות (לא חובה).

(תדלגו על שלב זה אם אתם עושים את שלב 11) מחממים את התנור ל-100 מעלות צלזיוס או בערך 212 מעלות פרנהייט (אם אתם משתמשים בתנור במקום פלטת שבת), מעל 100 מעלות והג'חנון יישרף.

אחד אחד, מותחים את כדורי הבצק לצורת מלבן, הם גמישים מספיק כדי להימתח לעובי של נייר. אין מה לדאוג אם הם נקרעים.

שלב אופציונלי - אפשר לשים את הבצק במקרר לכשעה אם רוצים שהשכבות יהיו יותר מופרדות זו מזו, אבל זה רק אם באמת רוצים להשוויץ. אל תשכחו שזה הופך את הבצק לפחות גמיש וזו הסיבה שעושים את זה אחרי שפותחים אותו, וזה גם אומר שהוא עומד לקחת הרבה מקום במקרר. אם אתם עושה את זה, תחזרו לשלב 9 רק אחרי שהג'חנונים נחו במקרר שעה. וכמובן לקרר את כולם ביחד.

מורחים חמאה (/שמן קוקוס/מרגרינה) על כל הג'חנון

מקפלים שליש פנימה (לאורך, לא לרוחב) ומורחים עליו חמאה

מקפלים את השליש השני פנימה, מורחים עליו עוד חמאה

תתחילו לגלגל את הבצק, תוך כדי שאתם מושכים אותו לאחור כדי למתוח אותו עוד יותר (אם עקבתם אחרי שלב 11 זה יהיה קשה יותר כי הוא פחות גמיש). אם לא רוצים שהם ייראו כמו רוגלך, משתמשים באצבעות השלישיות כדי למתוח את הבצק הצידה תוך כדי הגלגול, ומרחיבים אותו שיכסה את מה שכבר גולגל.

מניחים נייר אפייה בתחתית סיר הג'חנון, ומסדרים את הג'חנונים בפנים. מניחים מעליהם נייר אפייה.

לא חובה - אפשר להקפיא את כל הסיר אם לא רוצים לאפות אותו מיד, מקסימום של כזה שלושה ימים.

מכניסים לתנור/על הפלטה למשך כשעתיים. אחרי השעתיים האלו, אפשר להוסיף ביצים מעל הנייר אפייה. זה לא משנה אם אלו ביצים קשות או טריות.

אופים לפחות 14 שעות, מגישים עם רסק עגבניות וסחוג או מה שבא לכם.

[kdinjenzen]

Favorite pasta recipe?

MINE!

Kdin’s Pasta Sauce (serves about 1 lbs of pasta, adjust accordingly)

3 teaspoons of olive oil

1 table spoon of garlic powder or fresh garlic

2 cans of tomato sauce

3 fresh basil leafs

1/2 a can of water, mixed between the cans of tomato sauce

1 teaspoon of Sugar

Heat up the olive oil.

When hot enough remove from the heat and make the garlic a golden brown, DO NOT BURN.

After mixing the ingredients cover and put it on medium.

Once it gets to almost a boil lower the temperature to medium low.

Let it cook for an hour and 15 minutes, stir every 10 minutes.

Kdin’s Meat Balls

8 teaspoons olive oil

1lb ground sirloin (can be replaced with ground chicken, ground turkey, or any ground meat substitutes)

1 egg

1 ½ tablespoons of ground parsley

1/4 cup of italian bread crumbs

1/4th of a cup of romano cheese (or parmesan)

1 tablespoon of garlic powder

Set the olive oil in a pan and set the oil on low

Add the meatball ingredients together and mix with your hands.

Roll meatballs to golf ball size, must be tight so as not to fall apart but not too tight.

Raise olive oil to medium before adding meatballs.

Turn the meatballs when they become a nice golden brown, turn the heat to low, and make sure all the sides are cooked well.

Once cooked take the meatballs and set them aside on paper to drain some oil before adding it to the sauce.

The meatballs should stew in the sauce for AT LEAST an hour, still stirring every 10 to 20 minutes.

[kyra45]

Key’s potato salad

About 6 medium sized potatoes chopped into quarters (I didn’t really count them..mine was yellow.)

1 jar of very cheap relish

1 scoop of mayo

About 3 chopped up onions

2 butter balls

A cup of milk

A random pack of instant chicken noodle soup seasoning from a ramen noodle pack

5 eggs (you can boil them but I fried mine lol)

In a big bowl mix up the fried eggs with the cut up onions, relish, and random chicken soup seasoning. Stir it up extremely well with a spoon then cover it up and stick it in the fridge.

Then fill a pot with water and boil your potatoes for roughly an hour an 30 minutes. Drain the water and mash them up.

Once mashed in the pot, pour in the bowl of the other ingredients and add the milk and butter into the pot and mix well then serve or eat it all yourself.

Disclaimer: Your results may vary. I just tossed this together and wanted to share it. Mawmaw wanted some potato salad. It wasn’t a lot when everything was done but it was about half a pot.

[matchadobo]

SHANKS; bathing with the emperor on a hot summer day

summary: in the burning afternoon at the red force, name stumbles upon her captain/husband in the bath. 🔞 tw: NSFW, sm/ut, seggs is mentioned and told here read at your own discretion, p0rn w/o plot, bath seggs, unprotected seggs, no angst, little fluff?, fem reader

it was one of those god-forbid, humid days where you could feel your skin burning under the scorching ball of heat in the sky. your clothes uncomfortably sticking in your skin. even with a tank top and short shorts you felt yourself melting beneath the searing sun.

the floor under your feet was like a pan above an open stove. each crevice of your body damp with excruciating sweat. your vision wobbly from the intense heat as you felt a migraine coming in. sweat trickling down the sides of your face, down to your neck, glistening under the sun.

you panted incessantly, desperately trying to look for a hint of anything remotely cold to soothe the pain of summer. you glanced around the red force, each crew member in the same predicament as you. no one dares to step on the portion of the deck where there was no shade, one might say that it can fry you to death immediately. all men on deck had their shirts off, still in one place, fanning themselves, restlessly trying to survive the grave heat.

"hey, benn." you called to the group of men, cooped up in the bar. each have a tall glass of icy water. "where's captain?"

"haven't seen the lad. try his quarters?" he looked at you with tired eyes, feet propped up in the table, the sleeves of his shirts rolled up, his hair tied in a high bun; seemingly not handling the heat like everyone else.

"right." you smiled as you bid farewell. carrying your heavy body as you entered your captain's quarters.

met with the dark mahogany walls, fairly decorated with ornaments he has collected along his journey through his life. you don't miss the medium sized photo of him and luffy, smiling ear to ear while holding beetles. you can't help but smile as your heart twitched in endearment.

his gray-colored oak bedside tables decorated with trinkets settled beside his black pencil-postered bed accessorized with red, velvety sheets and an ample amount of raven and crimson pillows. the fluffy carpet beneath your feet welcomed your drowsiness amidst the hot weather. lateral from the bed was his three-mirrored vanity, also in gray-colored oak, where his coat was lazily hung on of the mirrors. you glanced at the door beside it and saw it ajar as the quiet sound of water splashes emanated from the small gap.

there he is.

you sauntered to where he was, slowly opening the door, careful not to disturb anything. you met with his raspberry eyes, sultrily holding your gaze as a smirk crept on his pink lips at your company. he was holding a glass of wine, hair graciously slicked back, and skin glistening from staying in the water for too long. "need something, love?"

"why didn't you say so that you've got the bath all to yourself?" you irritably gritted your teeth, blowing air in dismay, rolling your eyes, and simultaneously taking your clothes off.

"slow down, sweetheart. the weather's already hot as it is, don't go making it hotter for me, aye?" he placed the glass down, fixing up his position in order to make room for you. "don't be so angry with me now, doll. let me make it up you, come." he suavely called out, voice as smooth as the velvet sheets in his bed where you always find yourself ending up naked beside him.

"you better be." you retorted, finally taking off the last article of clothing—your panties. you saw how his eyes trailed down to your plush thighs, to your enticing bundle if nerves, to the curve of your hips and ratio of your waist, to the round mounds of flesh on your chest, up to your alluring face. you never miss how his eyes always mirrored that lustful yet genuine look he gives you whenever you stand bare before him like this. he slowly licks his lips and opens his thighs for you to sit in the space between, not breaking eye contact before your back faces him.

you finally sat down, moaning at the relief of the cold water soothing your body and his breath hot against your neck. "care for a wine, darling?"

he softly uttered beside you, his hand with a wine glass extended to you before placing subtle kisses on the smooth skin that connects your shoulders and neck. your skin tingled at the sensation of his wet lips, your thighs shivered slightly in response. "a rum'd be better but this'll do." you returned, taking the glass of wine.

he suddenly started getting suggestive, placing sloppy kisses on your neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh just at the tip of your jaw. "i thought the weather was the only thing in heat, seems you are too." you reached over the mini wooden table on the bathroom to place the glass down.

you felt him chuckle and grin on your skin, nibbling on the flesh as his stubble poked on you. you cringe at the pain but you love it, how his wet, hot lips feel against your cold skin, how his stubble graze and contrasted with the softness of your skin, how his hums and silent growls grow loud each time he elicits a moan from you. his arm snaked around your waist, feeling your chest up. you threw your head back, trying to swallow all the sounds of pleasure the redhead is evoking off of you. "holding it will only make it louder, angel." he whispered against your ear, voice gruff and heavy on lust. "i know it feels good baby, come on i wanna hear how good i make you feel." he played with your skin between his teeth, licking your ears afterwards.

"f-fucking prick," you weakly muttered, biting your lips as you refuse giving him the satisfaction. the grip on the mounds on your chest grew hungrier, kneading and playing with the sensitive bit between his thumb and index finger as his knees started maneuvering your thighs to get under your bundle of nerves.

for a disabled man like shanks, he's irritably skilled in manipulating you and your body under his spell. until your eyes mirror hearts, your mouth starts drooling, your words become mumbles and gibberish, and all you could utter and beg for is him. for the short amount of time that you two are together, he has memorized what gets you screaming, which positions and maneuvers drives you insane, which spots sends you into climax, and where you'd exactly want him to be. he knows everything about you by heart. that's why now, you're a complete mess under him.

"can you blame me, sweet stuff? i can't get enough of you." he continued, gravelly voice reaching your rabbiting chest. leaving scattered splotches of blues and purples in the span of your neck at his wake, all the while rubbing his knees on your core as he dug deeper within you. your body twisted in pleasure as you try gripping the sides of his ceramic, stygian tub to somehow get a hold of your fucking self. little whimpers escape your parted lips as your eyes rolled at the back of your head. his fiery, rose-colored eyes not missing each twinge of elation in your face—growing hard at each noise and spasm you make under his grasp.

"s-stop teasing..!" you tried to mumble out words from your cloudy head, all you could focus on was the combined pleasure if his touch in your chest and your core that sent your mind in a flurry.

"but you love it so much, don't you my angel?" his voice was soft, yet demonic. alluring you into his sins, his aura so dark yet so gentle. his movements growing rougher and faster as you neared your high. "you crave for how i drive you fucking crazy, don't you my love?" he growled through gritted teeth, voice deeply hungry for you.

"my my, look at you. doing all the work for me."he praised you, letting you rub yourself on his thighs. the sound of water splashing with each other with your lips squelching underwater sent him even harder you could feel him throbbing against your back. you could feel your stomach bubbling in pleasure as it approaches your core. you weren't even trying to be quiet anymore, you were begging for your sweet release.

"go on darling, reach your high." and with that, your first climax came. yes, first. you know full well that this is just the beginning. your captain hasn't even used his member yet and you're already a wet mess. you settled down as you tried calming yourself down, leaning back and resting your head on his shoulders. your damp locks sticking to your skin with sweat and the wet bath.

as soon as the emperor heard your pants becoming more regulated, he immediately uttered an order. "face me." you found yourself immediately spinning around and settling yourself on his lap, straddling him. he raised your chin with his index finger, trying to meet your eyes. "let me see you, sweetheart." your cheeks had that flushed tint of red from arousal and the heat of his gaze that he adored so much. you see how his face softened with one look at you as he reached over and caressed your cheek, rubbing circles on it with his thumb. "it still baffles me how someone as enchanting as you is sitting in front me."

"fuck off with the compliments, ojisan." you rolled your eyes, despite the race of heat from your neck to your cheeks. "get into it, yeah?" you smugly challenged him, putting both of your arms beside his figure while his large one was settled on your hips, keeping you in place.

his once soft smiled turned into a sharp grin as he pulled you into his lips. your arms wrapped around his neck, tilting your head to the side to kiss him deeper. he hummed through your lips, exploring every edge of your mouth to elicit another pleasurable sound from you. his hand traversed across the span of your back, taking delight in the softness of your skin in his touch as he manipulates your tongue with his. his hand roaming down your rear, kneading the voluptous flesh in his palm as he spreads you, prepping you for his entrance.

as he had successfully aroused every sexual desire within you, you started to induce friction and grind yourself back and forth. your lips spreading ever so often as his pulsating member slides within your crevice from your incessant back and forth motion. he threw his head back after gutturally moaning in your open mouth at the fervent stimulation. you reached over to plant splotches of red and purple on his neck as he bucked his hips upward. his girth throwing you off guard, making you lose your balance at his sudden movement. "i got you, love." he chuckled lightly, supporting you from the small of your back.

as the first stretch came, you two let out a big breath of ecstasy; high on each other. you tightened around him as he tried moving, for a man of two meters his size is not a joking matter. no matter how much you grow accustomed to it, it still catches you off guard. as you two went at it, you rested your head on his shoulder as the squirmy feeling started bubbling in your stomach. shanks kept whispering filthy nothings in your ear, biting it ever so often, mumbling about how good and tight you clench around him with each thrust, his hot pants and breaths echoing like a melody on your ear.

the plashing of the bathwater and the sticky slapping of skin wet with liquid unbeknowst to the both of you whether it is come, soap, or the water echoed throughout the room. the floor getting wet with the amount of water leaving the tub from your carnal movements with him. endless, hungry moans of sinful desire, each with the utter of one another's names. as your bodies get closer to each other, so was your climaxes. his hips stuttering, your thighs wobbling, your and his' minds clouded with lust and amor.

reaching your climaxes with the chorus of moans of pleasure and pants of weariness, the redhead aroused. "up for another, angel?"

FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT UM??? SORRY??? just had this idea in one sitting and wrote it immediately bcoz philippines is like a fucking oven rn, NOT EVEN JOKING MY SKIN FEELS LIKE IT'S ACTUALLY BURNING EACH TIME I GO OUT. omg cha writing for another charac other than kidd?????????? yes i find shanks hot too, what do we expect

[yanderes-galore]

Hi I’m gonna be busy today , would it be alright if I send in my request now please if that’s ok with you

Please , please I am on my knees ! Can I please request yandere pet like Sand wraith concept /hcs please (their my fave dragon from the httyd game🥰) 💗🙏

Sure! Hope you like my interpretation :)

Yandere! Sand Wraith Concept

Pairing: Pet/Animal-Like

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Overprotective behavior, Stalking, Abduction/Kidnapping, Jealousy, Isolation, Clingy behavior mentioned, Forced companionship.

There isn't much on the Sand Wraith from what I can find.

They are depicted as a feisty medium sized Tidal class dragon that hides in the sand.

Due to its class we can assume these dragons are semi-aquatic and hide in the sand to ambush their prey.

They are said to be intelligent and agile, similar to the Fury line of dragons.

Due to their similar appearance and characteristics to the Fury line, I'd imagine they'd be similar to them… Sort of like Woolly Howls are.

These dragons, like Woolly Howls, blend in with their environment.

While the Woolly Howl blends in with snow… the Sand Wraith blends in with sand.

As a result these dragons are perfect with stealth.

Their eggs can be given to new dragon riders to train, or they can be found in the wild despite being considered elusive due to their stealth.

I'd imagine a Sand Wraith would be loyal to their rider, although they'd have a feisty and sassy nature.

For example, you'll be training them and they'll playfully disobey.

That or they'd do a command in return for something.

If you raised one from a hatchling, your Sand Wraith expresses some clingy behavior despite their sass.

If you denied them affection you'd see the sassy Sand Wraith quickly growl and whine for you to pay attention.

At the same time I feel Sand Wraiths are more isolated at times.

If they want to be away they'll find some sand to hide under.

Maybe they'll even jump out of it to spook you for fun.

Personally I can see a Sand Wraith dragging their rider into the sand to play.

They'll nuzzle you into the sand in an attempt to hide under it with you, all while growling playfully.

These dragons can be protective like most other dragons, Sand Wraiths seem like they'd have an advantage while protecting you.

They use stealth to their advantage to watch over their rider.

They also use said stealth to attack threats.

You're never really alone with them.

They are armed with not only teeth and claws, but their unique fire type.

Their fire type is small hardened balls of sand covered in fire.

Getting pelted by that would burn holes in the skin.

I feel Sand Wraiths live in underground dens surrounded by sand.

They're loyal to their riders and I imagine if they were overprotective, they'd take you there.

A trained Sand Wraith would still live in their dragon stable, but imagine this…

Maybe they've been making a hidden underground den to hide their rider?

Most dragons will do whatever they can to defend their rider.

Sand Wraiths are no different.

Being a stealthy dragon I feel they'd want to hide their darling more than outright attack others.

Just like how they hide in the sand, they want to hide you in the sand.

Imagine your Sand Wraith going rogue, shoving you onto their back before flying off.

When they land it looks like they've taken you to a hole in the ground.

You try to ask them what's wrong, only for them to shove you into the hole/den.

I have a feeling Sand Wraiths won't attack until threatened.

They know you'd hate it if they vented their jealousy through violence.

So instead they decide simply removing you from other dragons and humans will fix the issue.

You're essentially kidnapped by your own dragon and kept in a warm sand den.

They often bring back food they think you'd like and curl around you in the den.

You can hear the water of the waves from the beach they've chosen to live with you in.

They often bring back fish they've collected, scales freshly wet from the ocean.

Your Sand Wraith feels like they can take care of you themselves.

Even if you try to leave the den, where will you go?

They most likely took you to a more tropical island and you can't leave without another dragon or a boat.

Even if you tried to get such things, the Sand Wraith will just remove such a way of transportation.

They've claimed you as theirs, just like you chose them.

So they'll take care of you alone to return the favor.