#TY FOR THE ROAST

[ashton-ryder]

he's a 10 but he still cries over pluto not being a planet.

"and I'd change my whole thesis argument for it, god damn it."

[iguanadonis]

i'm a pianist making a star trek music album

here's song 2, an electroswing arrangement of Alexander Courage's TOS theme and Uhura's "Beyond Antares"

song 1 here

[sunfloweraro]

For writing requests, how about sharing traditional holiday foods from their eras?

Oooh I love this request! I kept making myself hungry while I wrote it, but enjoy!!

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“Everyone ready?” Time called out into his dining room.

A chorus of voices from all over his home responded: “Ready!”

Time gathered the clean plates, tower of cups, and boat of gravy, then followed Malon as she led the way into the dining room, her decadent lamb roast in tow. They were the first to set their food down on the heavy oak table, and Malon placed it right in the middle, shifting it so it sat just right and gazing down at her work with pride. Potatoes, carrots and sprigs of rosemary enveloped the steaming roast.

Malon turned to him, her eyes softening with fondness, and he reached for her hand before she had to say a word. Together, they sat at the table and waited as the rest of the group filed in.

The rest of his companions joined them as one, each carrying a tray of steaming food, or a plate with a delightful treat to enjoy once they had stuffed themselves silly and announced they had no room left for dessert. The pleasant tingle of spices greeted his senses, mingling with the sweetness of roasted pumpkin and the saltiness of seafood. The comforting scent of freshly baked bread came next, and Time sighed in appreciation. Dishes were set down with pride, compliments murmured, before everyone settled down at the table.

Malon and Time went first: “My grandmama used to make us a delectable roast every holiday season,” Malon said, her eyes drifting as she reminisced. “I may not be able to make it the same as her, but…”

“It’s something I look forward to every holidays,” Time finished for her, face softening as he met her eye. “My favourite meal, and the gravy she prepares is to die for.”

“Aw, you’re too sappy, fairy boy.”

“Only for you.” His words were met with boos and groans, and he took every one with a smirk. Only Sky cooed, eyes crinkling with warmth as he thought of his own beloved back home.

Wind jumped in next. “My Gramma always makes us this seafood paella. I couldn’t find the exact mussels and prawns she catches, but it’ll still taste like home!” Wind had gone above and beyond with presentation, mimicking Wild’s extravagance and creating rings of peeled red prawns atop a bed of rice. Mussels hadn’t been easy to find, it seemed, but Wind had scattered a few around the dish alongside wedges of lemon.

“It looks wonderful, Sailor,” Warriors said, nudging his young friend in the shoulder. “I’m sure your gramma would be proud.” Wind beamed under the praise, leaning into his friend’s side as they continued.

“The Gorons back home let me join their holiday celebrations,” Wild began. “Curry pilaf has always been my favourite of their dishes.” Time had no doubt the Gorons had introduced Wild to the dish; his eyes watered with the close proximity to the heavily spiced dish, and though he knew his eyes would stream, he would devour the meal and all its delightful flavours, even if he might regret it tomorrow.

“I can’t wait for it, Cub,” Twilight said, and though apprehension lay in his eyes, similar to Time’s own, he knew his descendent would devour the pilaf like a starved man if it made Wild smile. “And it seems Sky and I had similar ideas.” Twilight waved a hand over their dishes, sitting side by side on the table. Twilight had brought a stuffed and roasted butternut pumpkin, and Sky had brought a deep bowl of pumpkin soup accompanied by a fresh loaf of artisan bread.

“I take it your home town grows a lot of pumpkins?” Sky asked, eagerly eyeing off the stuffed butternut.

“The very finest,” Twilight said, a daring light to his eyes.

“I don’t know about that, my friend. Have you ever tried pumpkins at altitude?”

“Have you ever tried them on land?”

“Settle this later, folks,” Time cut in before the friendly banter could go any further. His stomach was rumbling, irritation brought on by hunger flaring deep within. They could continue their playful argument after dinner.

Twilight and Sky shared a look. They nodded to one another, their argument put on the back burner.

“Your stuffing skills are impressive,” Sky praised.

“I’ve never known anyone who could make a pumpkin soup so smooth,” Twilight said in turn, and with a grin to each other, they let it be.

“We don’t have as many dishes these days, when food is hard to come by,” Hyrule said, and all eyes turned to him and the treat before him, a decadently sweet aroma wafting from the pastry covered in a light green dust. “But things have been growing back, and this is one of the first desserts I ever had the pleasure of eating and then learning to make. Folks back home call it baklava.”

“Oh, my uncle used to make that for my birthday,” Legend piped up, eyes sparkling as they took in the dessert. Time wasn’t certain if it was eagerness or nostalgia that brought the glimmer to them. “I haven’t had it in years.”

Hyrule’s face softened. “I hope it can live up to his.”

“I’m sure it will,” Legend assured him, before realising what he had said and blushing. Clearing his throat, Legend pushed his own dish forward, a yellow rice dish with a colourful array of vegetables, cashews, and spices. “When we celebrate the holidays back home, Hilda and Zelda visit. Ravio and I always make this biryani together.”

Warriors hummed, a knowing look on his face that made Legend blush deeper. “Oh yeah?”

“Shut it, you,” Legend snapped. “What did you bring?”

With a roll of his eyes, Warriors pushed forward his dessert, a round pudding topped with a drizzle of white icing and raspberries scattered on top and around it. “Plum pudding. Back in the war, we didn’t have many options when it came to holiday treats, but this one was always my favourite, and it put a smile on my soldiers’ faces when I brought it out.”

“I’m sure they appreciated it,” Time said. “What better way to boost morale than dessert?”

Warriors chuckled. “That was my thought process too. It boosted the spirits of everyone, myself included, gave us strength when we began to wane…”

“What an honourable thing to do,” Time said, and Warriors smiled. “Now, I believe we have one more dish—Four?”

No dish lay before Four, and he looked away shyly. When Time followed his gaze, he saw an odd little structure resting on his kitchen counter. “My dessert isn’t for us to eat,” Four said, and then quickly hushed complaints. “No, let me explain. Back home, we have a special tradition where we bake gingerbread and create little houses from it. We leave these houses out in the living room for the Minish, and come morning, the house has been eaten.”

“What’s the point of that?” Legend asked, earning a glare from Four.

“Let me finish.” With a roll of his eyes, Legend waved for him to do so. “The Minish always help us out, planting rupees and kinstones in the grass. In turn, we give them this. And sometimes, if they enjoy the meal enough, they leave us little presents to find come morning.”

“That sounds like a wonderful tradition,” Time said, and he meant it. “Let us hope our luck is high tonight. If not… it’s still kind to do something for others and expect nothing in return.”

Four dipped his head. “That’s the idea. We don’t do it for the presents, although they’re always interesting. It’s our our way of telling the Minish we appreciate them even when most folks can’t see them any longer.”

“We can set it out on the table after dinner,” Malon promised, her eyes shimmering at the idea. She had always loved giving back; it was part of why she and Time took care fo replenish their sugar water every day. If Navi returned, then that came as a bonus, but looking after fairies when they did so much for him felt right, and the two of them would continue to do so until they no longer could.

“Well, everyone. What do you say we dig in?” Time’s words were met with cheers and the screeching of chairs as everyone stood, rushing to grab their meal. Time met Malon’s eyes, smiled and squeezed her hand around his own.

Hours later, after everyone had eaten their fill and sung and danced until feet and throats were sore, after everyone had drifted off with warmth in their hearts and smiles on their faces, little Minish ventured out from the rafters, sliding down strings of lights or clambering their way down on bookshelves and chimneys. They delightedly raced over to Four’s little gingerbread house, tearing chunks out and humming in appreciation. Come morning, little gifts had been left all around the house in turn to surprise each of the Heroes. And on the table, only a few crumbs remained.

[stellorc]

for sketch ideas, would you consider doing someone trying to make visas laugh and succeeding or failing as you see fit? Alternatively just visas sitting down and thinking

she's laughing bc she deserves it <333

[bikananjarrus]

ty don’t lie, you are just as much of a mess. like pot meet kettle. oh wait! you did meet and worked remarkably well together! because mess recognizes mess!!

[supercantaloupe]

favorite ways of eating potatoes (i want potatoes)

hard to pick a single favorite but my usual go to when i'm cooking potatoes for myself is to cut em into wedges (or just big chunks if the potatoes are small), douse them in olive oil, salt, and whatever herbs or spices i feel like, and then roast them hot in the oven until they're soft and golden. usually takes like 20-30 minutes at 425f flipping them over once or twice, i find. any potato would work but gold potatoes are usually what's in my pantry. although if i can get purple potatoes at the farmers market i use those bc they're fun. it's a dirt simple way to prepare potatoes but they're super good, the tastiness to effort ratio is super high, and you can cook something else on the other half of the sheet pan at the same time too so you get a whole dinner with only one dirty pan

[ask meme]

[sotiriabellou]

18

18-a memorable meal this year?

hmm i have more than one actually..id say the first time i made my chicken carbonara bc it was the first time i cooked something that good and it was a rlly satisfying experience!but i also have a few other memorable meals like the one at a beachside restaurant with my parents, it was some of the most flavorful food ever

[tojiscrack]

not sure if you celebrate but happy thanskgiving! <3 i set aside a plate for u wifey

HEYYY ML <333 (excuse the dryness of this response, i'm typing this up on my laptop so i can't use any emojis unfortunately 0-0 )

no, i do not celebrate thanksgiving, but it's nice of u to drop in and say happy thanksgiving anyway! <3

*cue a hundred thousand million heart emojis to compensate for the fact that this response is so dry 'cause of my laptop, again, i apologise* :/

[lazy-toad]

REVENGE for you sending me Ty: please roast Anne wbg for me (I realise this is near impossible she is perfect actually) 😈

NOOOOOO NOT ANNE

Okay uhhhhhhhhhh

. Haven't seen her since S10

. She's not part of Base at the moment which means that we haven't heard from her in too long

. The COA claim to be all powerful yet often times individual Annes simply don't care about what the council wants

. American 😔 (if you can roast Ty for being British, I can roast Anne for being American)

. Made me cry in episode 69 >:[

. She's such a good character I'm having a very hard time coming up with roasts. How dare she honestly

[origami-butterfly]

Hmmm roast Ty Betteridge for me >:]

This is so unfair, why are people sending my faves :')

British- not a sin in itself, but I'm pretty sure he's southern, based on his accent, and also very unreliable evidence (parTYcipant observation)

Blonde.

Bad at his job. He's meant to keep the Mike's in the compound, to experiment on and such, and yet he falls in love with them half the time. Pathetic.

Cannot do a cowboy accent to save his life.

Nerd.

The other half the time when he's not falling in love with Mike iterations, he has to send them to Yellow

Chronically bad at puns.

In general, he is a little freak.

TY for coming to my Ted Talk.

Roast a character ask game

[irxnlegacy]

If Riri ever bullies you. Just remember:

She's short.

She's a weeb.

She's dating someone who acts like a mini-Tony Stark.

She crashes cars. (why no one lets her drive)

She hates vegetables.

[ashton-ryder]

He's a 10 but needs two people to help him fix a radio.

"sorry I didn't have the foresight to take a second degree in electrical engineering. you wanna try working on it for three days straight?"

[almondpiglet]

u could draw a character i hate withh all the rage in my heart and i would start to love them bc ur art is just that good ohmygosh

whaaaat thank youu very much!! thats a pretty huge compliment!!! :)

now i cant help but guess the character ...is this about toichiro ....this is about toichiro isnt it lolol

[styck-figure]

In your fic “Online Friends”, Gold and Purple are well. Online friends, talking over discord (stickcord?)

How did they meet though? Or get in contact?

Purple was defending their mom on a stickfighting tourney discussion page and Gold was roasting her.

[redmessenger]

a kiss on the corner of the mouth,  hoping for more but expecting nothing

("Whoops! Guess I missed my mark there." It was a ridiculous impulse, anyhow. "What else is new, am I right?")

It comes from nowhere, the kiss, and charged with a feeling that Lukas hesitates to simply assume. It looks like Python won't explain himself either, how quickly he returns to making excuses as if he didn't have a care in the world. At first, Lukas plays along, smiling as he replies, "True enough. Back during the war, I oft heard complaints from the local village women about an archer in blue that disappointed them immensely."

His tone is still gentle as he begins to needle the other man, prodding him into taking responsibility for his actions. "I'm beginning to see what they meant. It's unlike you to give up so easily."

[sweetearthandnorthernsky]

Argent #1, Purpure #4, and Vert #3 for Idhrin?

Argent/Silver > Peace and Sincerity 1. Does your OC feel comfortable during times of peace? Or do they only truly know who they are during times of war or conflict? Do they always need an "enemy" to focus upon? Or even just a rival?

Idhrin, unlike some other ocs I have, is really a weird one for this due to a combo of like, Lothlorien being kind of sheltered & Idhrin having lived longer in peace than in war. She doesn’t do very good sitting still (for an Elf’s standard, anyway) so she does have to have that kind of external stimuli, but it’s less so for peace v war and more… wanderlust/restlessness?

Purpure/Purple > Majesty/Sovereignty/Justice. 4 – Does your OC have a strong belief in the importance of justice? If so what does justice mean to them? Do they follow the philosophy of "an eye for an eye"? Or are they careful in distinguishing between justice and revenge? Is this the case even if they consider themselves to be the injured party?

Oh boy. We’re going into the deep end for this one!

Yes, she has a very strong sense of justice, and for her I imagine that takes the form of ‘redress of wrongs’ which Has landed her in some pretty sticky situations before. She’s pretty careful in distinguishing (most of the time) between Justice & Revenge, but there are situations where that is not the case. (Has she told me what those situations are? Absolutely not, which is entirely unhelpful.)

Vert/Green > Hope/Joy/Fidelity 3. What makes your OC laugh (if they laugh at all)? Do they have an intellectual or ironic sense of humour? Or do they prefer ribald jokes or slapstick routines?

Idhrin has a very Dry and Sarcastic sense of humor, one hundred percent. She’s one of those people that you don’t realize that they’re joking until like. 20 years after the joke has passed. Things she finds funny is more on the … intellectual side? But also like. if surrealist/gen z memes were a thing in middle earth, she’d find those funny.