#and i think in general there needs to be a certain delicacy

[mirohlayo]

GIRLY GIRL : A LANDO'S

PERFECT MORNING

( In which your boyfriend needs to follow your his 3 step morning routine, which is undoubtedly your favorite time of the day. )

warning : none just pure fluff, lando being the SWEETEST boyfriend ever

note : I didn't plan on writing this much but it doesn't matter cuz I'm glad I did because it makes it even cuter

word count : 2.5k

9:30 - skincare time

“Just 5 more minutes, please, baby”. Lando snuggles up closer to you, his face hidden in the crook of your neck. If there is one thing that Lando hates above all else, it is having to get out of bed and at the same time abandon you when he only wants one very specific thing, and that is to cuddle you all the day, and sprinkle your face with thousands of kisses.

And he hated leaving bed even more during lazy mornings.

"Lan, I love lazy mornings too but I need to get up and prepare myself for the day". You move slightly so that you can have a view on him. “Why should you get ready when we’re going to spend the day at the apartment?” His hoarse morning voice is only a reflection of the long but pleasant sleep he spent last night.

“Because I want to feel clean, fresh and pretty.” You place a light kiss on his hair. “But you look stunning all the time, how could you be even prettier?” A shy smile takes its place on your morning face, while a slight chuckle emanates from your body.

"Come on Lan, please. It's time for your favorite part of the day." At this sentence, you feel your boyfriend's body slumped on top of you suddenly straighten up, his face just inches from yours. A most adorable smile appears on his lips as he places a light kiss on the tip of your nose.

"That's right. Let's get you prepared, pretty girl." A gaping smile creeps onto your face as you feel the thick white blanket of your bed slide, revealing your bare legs to the cool morning air. Lando helps you out of bed, gently and lightly taking your hand, as you disappear into the bathroom.

“Skincare time, love”. You place your few skincare products on the edge of the sink, in a certain order so that your boyfriend doesn't make a mistake in the steps of your skincare. Lando pats the small padded stool stored next to the sink, so that you can sit on it comfortably.

Sitting down, you carelessly tie your hair into a ponytail, ready to receive your daily morning skincare. “Should I start with this?” Lando’s soft voice tickles your ears as he stands close in front of you. His blue-green eyes peer curiously at the product in his hands.

The way he cares about the product is just adorable, and you can't help but crack a smile. “Yes, I always start with the toner.” With a nod, your boyfriend unscrews the cap of the product and generously pours the liquid into the palm of his hand.

"Are you ready ?". Lando asks you carefully, to make sure you're comfortable enough. This thought, the fact that he is always so caring and attentive to making you comfortable, for fear of doing something wrong or hurting you, warms your heart because there is nothing more adorable than this subtle but yet important gesture.

You nod your head quickly, and while Lando lets a most precious smile appear on his face, he very delicately applies the product to your cheeks, your forehead, your chin. He is very careful, and caresses your face with a frail delicacy, which leaves you overwhelmed by a wave of comforting warmth.

His touch is soft, delicate, as if he was afraid to touch you, or at least as if he was afraid of the idea of damaging you. “Your skin is really beautiful.” He didn't hesitate to say these few words to you, without really thinking about what was coming out of his mouth. You crack a big smile as you giggle adorably.

This sweet laugh, this sweet sound that reaches Lando's ears makes him miss a few heartbeats. How can a sound be so sweet? It's probably the one and only thing he could die for.

“Oh, I know this product. It’s your serum, right?” The enthusiastic intonation of his voice and the glint of excitement in his eyes gives you the effect of a wave of admiration. Your gaze becomes softer, as you stare at him intensely, with hearts in your eyes. “That’s it, baby.” The smile of victory and pride he displays when he has just realized that he is gradually learning to know your skincare by heart consumes you so pleasantly.

Because you know how much your boyfriend literally loves doing your skincare for you. He likes taking care of you, being able to touch and caress your skin delicately. See your being relax under his delicate touch, while he takes the time to perfectly apply the products to your skin. It's something that will never leave him indifferent, always obsessed with the way his heart savors every moment spent with you.

9:50 - hairstyle time

Your skin has finally finished absorbing all your skincare products, and after storing the products in the small cabinet hanging on the wall, you come and grab your hairbrush. “Hey, it’s my job to get you ready, I want to do your hair too, princess.” Lando takes the comb from your hands as he places his hands on your shoulders so you can look at yourself in the mirror in front of you.

The desire is too much, so he comes without further delay to place a kiss on the top of your head, inhaling the delicious smell of your shampoo from the day before. Then, with fluid and delicate movements, he begins to gently brush your hair. Combing slowly so as not to hurt yourself and to avoid big knots in your hair.

You close your eyes, lightly enjoying the moment, and allow yourself to be sensitive to your boyfriend's touch. It always manages to give you a relaxing, even comforting feeling. As if ultimately, he was the solution to your worries, the ultimate solution to your happiness.

“What hairstyle do you want today, gorgeous?” He asks you this simple question, still with this look of concentration planted on his face. You thought vaguely, taking a quick look at the hairstyles you could wear. “Just a simple braid, please.” Lando nods slowly, muttering a low "mm'kay", indicating the fact that he is focused.

He places the brush back on the sink, as he separates your hair into three equal parts. Then, he begins to braid the strands together, crossing them one after the other to obtain a pretty long braid. He braids your hair with absolute delicacy, and it's as if you feel transported to paradise. Everything is perfect.

“I love styling your hair y’know. It’s relaxing. Especially when I see that it also relaxes you a lot.” He offers you a most daring and mocking smirk, while you feel yourself blushing profusely. Your eyes meet in the mirror and you have to look away, too embarrassed.

“You’re cute, baby.” You don't react to his comment, since your body is already taking care of it by coloring your cheeks even more a pretty pink. And Lando loves that he has such an effect on you. Since usually you're the one who makes him completely feral.

Your soft hair that slipped under his fingers is now braided, and Lando comes to tie it using the elastic around his wrist. The rubber band he never takes off, in case you need it when you complain that you lost them all. It has become a real bracelet for him now.

“I’m proud of myself.” Lando smiles to himself as he gazes at your hairstyle, savoring the beauty of your hair. You stand up and turn around to place a quick kiss on his lips. "You did a great job. It's pretty". He grins at you, as his arms wrap around your waist, squeezing it softly.

“Not as pretty as you.” He gives you that cute smile back as you roll your eyes in amusement. “You have improved your flirting skills since we met.” You points out. His eyes fall to your lips, eagerly waiting to kiss them. “I knew I had to improve to be able to pull a girl as beautiful and amazing as you.”

You let out a laugh as he smiles goofily at your behavior, taking the time to readjust your braid as your body presses against his chest. It's in these moments, these innocent moments, that Lando finds comfort, that he feels his heart beating a little harder for you.

10:10 - outfit time

You stop in front of the large dressing room that you share with Lando. His clothes are stacked in a haphazard and very disorganized way, it's simply untidy. You take a look at your clothes, waiting for Lando to choose your outfit of the day.

You feel his hands place on your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder, pressing a lingering kiss to your neck. “What should I wear today, baby?” Your question makes him move again, and taking a few steps forward, he begins to examine the different pieces of clothing you own.

"Something sexy. Hot and sexy. You'll look so good in that". He tries to show you a very tight top but you stop him by hitting his arm teasingly. “No, today I want to feel comfortable.” You protest, placing your hands on your hips. “You’ll feel comfortable when I take it off you.” He protests, offering you a smirk.

You poke his ribs and he contains a little scream. He ends up giggling, amused by the situation and the fact that he embarrassed you so easily. You sigh, looking at the mountain of clothes overflowing from the closet. “What color should I wear?”

"Pink. I think pink suits you really well." He takes out a pink hoodie from the closet, from Daniel Ricciardo's "enchanté" merch collection. His eyebrows furrow as he holds the item of clothing with his index finger and thumb, displaying a look of disgust.

"Eww. I didn't know you had a Daniel brand hoodie. It's horrible." You scoff dramatically as you snatch the sweater from his hands. "Excuse me ? I love it, it's so comfy." You hold it against you, glaring at your boyfriend. He raises his eyebrows, surprised.

"Ain't no way you'll wear that... awful thing." He approaches you, grabbing the hoodie from your hands and throwing it behind him. "You're all mine, you can only wear my hoodies or those of my brand. No Daniel or other drivers." His arms come to wrap around you as he presses you against him. He leaves soft kisses on your neck.

“Huh, much jealous.” You kiss his cheek as he snuggles closer to you. "Of course I'm jealous. You're my girl, not his." His voice is muffled, but quite noticeable. You giggle weakly as you play with his curls. "I only have eyes for you, baby. Don't need to worry."

He pulls back to smile at you like a child, a silly smile but so adorable. “Well, that still didn’t help me find my outfit.” You point at the wardrobe as your boyfriend finally finds some clothes. He ends up choosing a pink lounge set, comfortable but thick enough to keep you warm. Everything you need.

You don't wait any longer before locking yourself in the bathroom to change, and returning to the room where Lando is waiting for you, dressed in your outfit chosen by him. As you enter the room, his eyes fall directly on you. And you really think you're going to melt under his gaze.

His eyes are filled with hearts as he doesn't hesitate to stare at you intensely, a gaze burning with love and affection. “Stop staring at me please.” Your voice is a low whisper as you feel more shy. You never stopped feeling special every time Lando complimented or admired you, despite the fact that he did that several times a day.

It's stupid, but he always looks at you with such passion and ardor that it was impossible not to feel that same feeling of happiness. That feeling that makes you feel so unique and precious in his eyes. Because after all it is.

"Lan, you're staring at a bit too much." You snap your fingers in front of him to snap him out of his thoughts. He comes back to his senses and stares at you as intensely as ever. "Sorry, but how could I not stare at the most beautiful woman in the world? It's unfair how gorgeous you are."

Your brain doesn't think any further before coming to kiss him passionately. His arms wrap around your waist as he deepens the kiss, pulling you closer to him. As you pull back, he pecks your lips a second time. And then he admires you.

For a moment, there is silence. A deafening and noisy silence, but because it emanates words of love. Unspoken words of affection, but yet you already know them without even having to say them to yourself. Because after all, no one knows how to describe the love you have for each other better than yourself.

“Mornings like this are my favorite. I do your skincare, your hair, and choose your clothes.” You can't contain a laugh, as Lando looks at you perplexed. “You’re such a girly girl, baby.” His eyebrows furrow slightly as he tilts his head to the side.

You continue to laugh while Lando still looks at you confused. “What does girly girl mean?” He asks curious. "Basically when you're a woman, and you like to take care of yourself. I don't know how to explain it, you have to be a woman to be able to feel it." You explain to him kindly.

“Does this mean that women have superpowers?” He asks innocently, and that cute face he shows forces you to quickly kiss him on the lips. "No, not really Lando. But it's just that you give girly girl vibes, because you like to take care of me." You keep giggling.

“Is it really that bad if I love taking care of my beautiful girlfriend?” He grins at you, almost kissing you by the way. You smile with all your teeth, shaking your head. "Not at all. It's even my favorite thing in the world." He smiles even wider at your words, feeling overwhelmed by love. “Good, because I wasn’t planning on stopping.” His lips press against yours, in an eternal passionate kiss.

After all, he was right. Is it so bad to take care of the person you love most in the world? Because for Lando, it's certain, there is nothing in the world that can match the mornings where he is lucky enough to be able to be next to his favorite person, the one for whom his heart continues to beat very hard every minute, each day that passes.

It is in the tenderness of his caresses on your skin, in the gentle gestures of his hands in your hair, in the innocence of his taste for your outfits, that Lando feels free, loved and happy. That he feels at home, that he really feels in his place, alongside his girlfriend, alongside the one he will love for the rest of his life, forever, because he has known it since day that he laid eyes on you: his heart is in your hands, and it will never stop beating for you. For the girl he always dreamed of having.

For the girl he hopes will wake up next to her, every morning, for the rest of his life.

[bitter-me]

Hey ! I wanted to ask for a Caelus (if you write for him) x male reader. The reader is like Alastor from Hazbin Hotel (or Medicine Pocket of Reverse 1999 if you didn't watch Hazbin Hotel/not comfortable with it).

Just some general headcanon about how they would be together.

Ignore it if you don't want to write it !!

Have a good day/night.

Caelus General Headcanon

Caelus | M. Reader as Alastor [Hazbin Hotel]

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"Salutations! Good to be back on the air!"

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First of all, the whole Astral Express will be telling him to stay away from this guy called, the Radio Demon.

They told him stories, tales, legends, all in efforts of trying to keep their newest member away from such a powerful being. One they shouldn't anger.

He kept that in mind of course, but somehow when he met you face to face he didn't even think that you're the one he's been warned about. You're just so.. friendly. With that constant smile and old time-y humor.

Penacony is an interesting place after all, so perhaps this deer-like man isn't that bad. You seem friendly enough. Plus, he wanted to have friends in this new place.

The moment he found out who you truly are, he was skeptical and felt a little betrayed. Someone he thought he could trust is... actually the last person you should ever trust.. He cut all communication after that, he just needs.. a little space.. some time to think through all of that..

Over the course of a few days, maybe even weeks. You two became acquainted once more. Long-story-short, you two started dating! Knowing how the others might react, you two kept it a secret.

How did you two meet? At The Reverie. You were walking through the corridors until some guy ran into you. How brash.. You were about to give him a piece of your mind. I mean—who in the universe has the audacity to do that to you? The Radio Demon. That is until.. you saw how pitiful he looked. Like a kicked puppy. So you decided to show mercy and leave the poor guy alone.

The second time you guys meet will be at the Dreamscape, more specifically the Golden Hour. He saw you walked out of the tailor and decided to approach you, apologizing for crashing into you and offered to treat you to some Penacony's delicacies as an apology.

Being the "kind person" you are, you accept his apology. This little apology is practically your first date.

He loves your radio voice, it has a certain appeal to it. He could listen to it all day. Even if he doesn't understand what you're saying, he will still listen just because he loves your voice.

If you tell him you have a radio program, he would listen to it all day just so he could hear your voice.

You became overprotective of the Trailblazer and so.. you sent one of your shadows to follow him. Doesn't matter what star system he's in, you'll make sure your shadow follows him and ensure your beloved's safety.

This unintentionally became a whole running joke amongst the Nameless, because no matter how many trash cans he digs through, how many times he goes through danger headfirst, how much he would do things out of impulse. Caelus never get sick nor injured. If only they knew..

Anyone who dares touch you will face the consequences, but anyone who dares touch Caelus will meet their maker.

You would sometimes send gifts with your shadows or in some rare occasion, you'll teleport to where the shadow was just to spend some time with your handsome boyfriend.

But whenever Caelus wanted to introduce you to anyone, you immediately disappeared without a trace. Where did you go?

The reveal of your relationship is filled with surprise and dismay from everyone. Caelus? Dating the Radio Demon? Did they hear that right? The Radio Demon?!

The first few weeks, maybe even months after the reveal they're still worried about Caelus. This is you after all! The Radio Demon! Why should they let their guard down around someone like you?! You could kill all of them in an instant! Especially with that smile of yours.. that uncanny smile that seems to be permanently plastered on your face...

But as time passes by, they see how you treat your beloved boyfriend and maybe.. just maybe.. you're not as bad as they originally thought..?

Will beg you to lend him your staff. He will also beg you to let him touch your ear/hair (?)

He will be your anchor, the one who will keep you grounded to reality and not go full demon mode on anyone. As much as he finds it hot whenever his boyfriend uses his powers to their fullest potential, he doesn't want anyone getting injured or dying.

He would spend a long time at the Data Bank just to learn about old history to impress you and would definitely try learning old slangs too.

He would 100% learn how to waltz just so that he could waltz with you at the Parlor Car. The phonograph plays slow music as the two of you dance along with the vast starie galaxy.

You're a demon, yes, but you're still an old soul. So he figures you would like these stuff more than let's say... Aetherium Wars. So he's going to try his best to learn these old time-y things just for you!

[irate-iguana]

I would love to hear more about the grapes, btw. The Globe version kinda rewired my brain a little 🤯

Yes. Hahahaha. YES. (Lengthy response below.)

So, for those who don't know, there is a scene in Doctor Faustus in which the Duchess of Vanholt expresses a craving for grapes in January. She requests that Faustus perform a miracle for her by summoning this out-of-season fruit, and Faustus sends Mephistopheles to collect grapes from the other side of the world. (The geography makes no sense here—more on that in a moment.)

Grapes in England are harvested in late September–October, but Henslowe's Diary shows performances of Doctor Faustus happening year-round. Because fresh produce could not yet be shipped long distances in Marlowe's time, this leaves us with a scene whose implications, and possibly text, change significantly depending on month of performance.

Let's start with performances during grape season. 9 of the 24 DF performances recorded in Henslowe's Diary happened from September to November, when grapes were presumably locally available. This number includes the first recorded performance of the play (Sept 30, 1594), though it's likely that there were previous, unrecorded performances. When played during these months, the audience may well have been eating grapes from the same harvest as the actor playing the Duchess—excavations of the Rose Playhouse have found grape seeds dating back to this period. There's a cool paper by Sally Templeman arguing that Shakespeare deliberately included food in his early plays to generate business for the inns in which they were being performed. I think that DF's inclusion of grapes may have similarly benefited Rose Playhouse fruit vendors. Witnessing the Duchess' grape craving may have manufactured a similar craving in the audience, and eating them alongside her may have allowed them to take part in Faustus' magic, transforming the ordinary experience of purchasing seasonal snacks at the theatre into something miraculous.

When grapes weren't in season, the Admiral's Men would have needed to either swap grapes for another seasonal fruit, use fake grapes onstage, or remove the scene altogether. I'm going to take each of these possibilities in turn, cause IMO they all have interesting implications.

Substituting grapes for other seasonal fruits at different times of the year would have retained most of the scene's resonances. It would also demonstrate a fluidity to the play text—perhaps the A-Text of DF reflects a fall performance. Eyewitness accounts and archaeological records alike tell us that Southwark playhouses offered seasonal snacks, meaning that varying the fruit used in this episode through the year would produce in the audience the same effect as the grapes: suspension of disbelief, participation in the play's magic, and possibly increased fruit sales.

However, different fruits would shift certain implications of the scene, as grapes have very specific associations. As the fruit behind wine, grapes were seen as an aphrodisiac, creating a potential sexual undercurrent to this scene (which many modern productions capitalize upon, including the Globe's magnificent 2011 version). We know that wine was sold at the Rose, and audience members who purchased it may too have felt a connection to the Duchess, drinking a beverage that came from grapes like hers. DF was also being performed during a period of declining grape production in England, as more and more wines were being imported from France. This trend was intensified further by a series of cold summers in the 1590s resulting in poor grape harvests (see Kelly and Ó Gráda page 307). The audience may have connected grapes to international trade for this reason, strengthening Faustus' speech about importing grapes from abroad. They may have also seen grapes as somewhat of a delicacy due to shortages, something which archaeological records seem to support: notably fewer grape seeds were found on the yard floor than in the gallery during this archaeological phase, suggesting that wealthier theatre patrons were more likely to purchase grapes during this period.

On the other hand, the Admiral's Men may have chosen to remove this scene or to fake grapes when they were out of season. While swapping the fruit used may have been a feasible solution for much of the year, there were certain performances where the Admiral's Men would have been hard pressed to find any fresh fruit, such as for the 5 recorded shows in January and February. (Yes, apples may have been available, but their long shelf life makes them ill suited for this plotline.) Omitting the scene altogether would have sidestepped certain technical issues. Using fake grapes, meanwhile, would bring new meaning to Faustus' grape conjuring: rather than suspending their disbelief, the audience would occupy the same winter as the characters onstage—they would experience Faustus' magic through shared awe with the Duke and Duchess.

All of these options, I think, show that the text of DF is built to be fluid, in a way that rings far more Medieval than Early Modern, or at least, than Early Modern as we like to understand it. The idea of a fixed text is a modern one, and DF would have needed to be mutable until relatively recently, since fresh produce available all year round is a recent development.

Speaking of! Faustus, when asked how he procured grapes in January, says that he summoned them from a region where it is still summertime: "in India, Saba, and farther countries in the east." Obviously this makes no scientific sense, but Jane Hwang Degenhardt has an excellent paper in which she points out that Faustus' eastward path reflects trade routes that are starting to be built in the 16th century. This situates the scene within Elizabethan England's growing naval and imperial power following its defeat of the Spanish Armada, and, when performed in England's grape season, exoticizes the land on which the audience stands. In the late 1500s, England didn't have trade roots as far east as Faustus describes, nor the ability to import perishable goods, but the audience may have seen Faustus' magic as the technology of the future within the framework of an emerging colonialist power.

Nowaways, we do have those trade roots, and we do have the technology to supply fresh produce year-round—though these things have come at a massive cost, to both the environment and to the many people who have suffered at the hands of colonialism. A deal with the devil indeed. As a result, we see seasonal food as atemporal for the most part, meaning that not only can this scene be reproduced with grapes all year round, but a lot of its implication have been reduced or shifted. Now, the scene creates in the audience a temporal distance from its characters—in England, seasonal availability is by and large a thing of the past. And as climate change moves wine production north into England, increasing the country's grape production, the scene's implications continue to change. Our destruction of the environment is literally making grapes easier to obtain in England.

Selected Bibliography of Secondary Sources

Bowsher, Julian, and Pat Miller. The Rose and the Globe: Playhouses of Shakespeare’s Bankside, Southwark: Excavations, 1988–90. Museum of London Archaeology, 2009. 

Degenhardt, Jane Hwang. "The Reformation, Inter-imperial World History, and Marlowe's Doctor Faustus." PMLA 130.2 (2015): 402-411. doi:10.1632/pmla.2015.130.2.402. Accessed 11 Apr. 2025.

Kelly, Morgan, and Cormac Ó. Gráda. “The Waning of the Little Ice Age: Climate Change in Early Modern Europe.” The Journal of Interdisciplinary History, vol. 44, no. 3, 2014, pp. 301–25. JSTOR, http://www.jstor.org/stable/43829489. Accessed 11 Apr. 2025.

Templeman, Sally. “‘What’s This? Mutton?’: Food, Bodies, and Inn-Yard Performance Spaces in Early Shakespearean Drama.” Shakespeare Bulletin, vol. 31, no. 1, 2013, pp. 79–94. JSTOR, https://www.jstor.org/stable/26354928. Accessed 11 Apr. 2025.

[ambiguouslady42]

Pairing: Hajime Umimeya x Chubby Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff (for the time being), MDNI (I will block you)

WC: 1.3K

Synopsis: You're now alone with Umemiya. You're granted the opportunity to get to know him better.

Tags: @pixelcafe-network, @jellyfishsart, @hayatoseyepatch, @awkwardchick87, @missvulpix212, @cottonlemonade

Note: Thank you @suosteacup and @awkwardchick87 for the beta read!

The Bofurin boys had left for the evening. That time that you spent alone with Umemiya felt dreamlike. You didn’t expect him to listen to you talk about your life with him. There was a general ease when you looked at his eyes that made you trust him. There’s something about him that makes it impossible for you to be apprehensive towards him. 

You continue to share where you are from. You hail from somewhere in America and had a desire to get away from your family. You love your parents, but their constant overprotectiveness made it impossible for you to be able to explore what you truly wanted to do: cook around the world. You went to school overseas in Europe, then jumped around different countries to learn different culinary delicacies. Most of the time, you were jumping from kitchen to kitchen trying to absorb everything the Head Chef in charge taught you before moving on to the next place. You were restless and eager to see more and more. You did your best to be friendly towards every person in the kitchen because it was a necessity to survive. You stopped to help others who were struggling; in return, they would help you. 

Your most fervent wish was to get away from your parents. However, you long to have some type of family unit of your own. It didn’t need to be like a perfect nuclear family, but something you could see daily and call your own. You’re unsure if the family search was out of loneliness or to feel like you could finally belong to something.

As you share these values, Umemiya’s eyes look at you intently and with a warm smile. He found it endearing that you wanted a family of your own; one that wasn’t conventional, but something that you could call your own. He wondered at this moment what kind of dynamic you were seeking with a family. 

“What does the ideal family look like for you?” he interjected.

This question catches you off guard, but it doesn’t terrify you. “I would want something where the ones I surround myself with are like my brothers and sisters, and we can be together on certain days and catch up over dinner or play games. I know at this rate we’re all adults and grown up, but I want us to all find a place to be together once in a while to remind each other that we do love each other. ” 

Umemiya’s smile grows as he realizes that he has found something familiar with his classmates at Bofurin. They all in some way can show their care for one another by being together. In a way, everyone at Bofurin was either a big or little brother to someone. He knew that he had the responsibility of being the big brother to everyone. He took this role with pride, but in some way, he longed to expand his idea of what family looks like. 

“I’d like to have a family of mine someday.” he shared. 

“Like, a wife and children?” you ask.

“If she’d like to be my wife, sure. The person I want to share my life with doesn’t need to be my wife to make a family. As far as children, well that would be her choice. If she wants to have kids, I’ll be happy. However, I’d like to be able to adopt kids too.” Umemiya shared with a serious look on his face.

“May I ask why you want to adopt? I think it’s wonderful to adopt anyone from whatever situation they came from,” you said softly.

“Well, I was an orphan. I know what that life is like, and I'd be happy to give a child a second chance of having a family.” His voice got a little softer, but his smile was still clearly present. He just told you something very serious about himself. You stare at him unable to find the appropriate words to say to him. He observes that you are staring at him in silence.

“It happened a long time ago. It was the hardest thing I went through, but I feel so lucky that I was able to build a new family of my own. Kotoha is my sister, but because we grew up together in the same orphanage. I have a lot of little brothers that surround me and I’m happy that I can protect them when I can. They also in a way protect me, and I’m so grateful for that.”

As you’re listening to him tears fall on your cheeks. You blush from embarrassment about this display of emotions, but before you can say anything, he takes your hand.

“It’s okay, I’m okay. It happened a long time ago, but I’m sharing how despite the hardships, I am happy to be where I am. I wouldn’t be where I am if it weren’t for those situations that took place.” the grasp on your hand is a little tighter.

You feel vulnerable crying in front of him, but you just can’t find the words, as if they’re stuck in the back of your throat. “Thank you for sharing this with me, I didn’t know. I hope that I can be someone you can talk to you if you ever need to.” You told him about yourself, but nothing near this calibre. As your words linger in the air, you realize that what he shared with you is a gift. He trusts you to some extent to open up to you. 

Your eyes move away from his gaze as your cheeks turn to a light pink. Before you can retract your hand back, he takes it to kiss your knuckles. The light pink flush now turns into a shade of beet red. Your heart is now racing, but you’re not sure what to say or do. He is still holding onto your hand. You don’t want this moment to end, but at some point, it will. 

“Your reaction tells me that you didn’t mind that. You’re still holding on to my hand, so that means you must find comfort in this.” 

The tears stopped. The embarrassment that took over your body began to fade, but now being replaced by something else. You felt the butterflies forming in your stomach and you weren’t sure if this was a good or bad thing. You just know that you feel this because of his touch. One thing was certain, you only wanted his lips on your hand.

He lets go of your hand and then switches this calm demeanour into the excited one that you had grown familiar with. 

“Hey! I have an idea! Why don’t we go to the Food Festival next week? I can continue to introduce you to the people of the town!” 

You feel your face getting hot. “Oh! I…don’t know”, you said hesitantly. 

“Come on! It’ll be fun! Plus, you can try our local foods, I know you’ll enjoy that!” he says with that chipper smile on his face.

You’re not sure how to respond to this, but you know that Umemiya meant well. “What’s the worst that can happen?”, you thought. 

“Sure, should we meet there? Or…” 

“I’ll pick you up here. Do you have plans to open the restaurant that day?”, he wondered.

“I don’t know…I suppose since the locals will be in one place, I could just close it for the day.”

“Perfect! I’ll pick you up at 6 pm this Saturday!” he chimed in.

The words to express your excitement are caught up in the back of your throat. All that you can do in this moment is nod. Rather than express the excitement, all you can ask him as he smiles at you.

“...would you like some tiramisu? I had some just stored for myself, but I would like to share it with someone.”

His demeanour changes again. This time for a calmer one, but there’s a smile that appears on his face. His blue eyes continue to gaze at you with warmth.

“I’d love that.”

[someone-save-vlad-king]

1-B Cooking Headcanons

I like to think 1-B cooks in the dorms a lot. They definitely aren't making dinner for all twenty of them, like, ever, but they do cook.

Also, I'm not including things like instant ramen or microwave meals. I assume they can all make those.

Awase: On his own, he can make something edible, but he's better off with help. I headcanon him as having a big family, including extended family that visit a lot, so he's used to cooking being a group effort.

Kaibara: While he can cook decently enough with an established recipe, he's better at baking. Spinning motif go brr.

Shiozaki also bakes! Unfortunately, Kaibara's competitive streak sometimes means it turns into a battle. The others would intervene, but free entertainment is free entertainment, so...

Kamakiri: A very good cook. He tends to favor dishes his dad would make when he was younger, even if they aren't his favorites. Loves leafy greens, so he cooks with a lot of vegetables.

The "get the FUCK out of my kitchen" type. He and Awase cannot be in the kitchen at the same time under any circumstances.

Yes, he uses his Quirk in place of knives. Yes, he sometimes cuts cutting boards in half. Happens to the best of us, I'm sure.

Kuroiro: He tends to burn food, so he's only allowed to use the microwave.

Kendō: She's been helping her parents cook since she was young, so she's developed a strong skillset. Simple but reliable.

Kodai: Pasta is her specialty, because it's simple, versatile, and has tomatoes.

Komori: I also headcanon her family runs a small ramen restaurant, so she's arguably the best cook in the whole class. If 1-B ever has to cook a large amount of food, she's in charge of directing everyone.

Uses her Quirk to grow mushrooms for every dish. If she's feeling extra generous, she'll grow matsutake mushrooms.

Shiozaki: A wizard with aromatics and edible flowers. Also a skilled baker, though she mostly sticks to bread.

Her focaccia art is to die for.

Follows vaguely cottagecore recipe blogs.

Shishida: He's... learning. Doesn't like cooking as he's covered in fur, which has a tendency to get everywhere, but it's a good skill to have.

Shōda: The king of stew.

Tsunotori: Unironically great at making burgers.

Tsuburaba: Only theoretically knows how to cook. He's watched so many cooking shows — how hard can it be?

Tetsutetsu: Banned from the kitchen. Banned from the kitchen.

This is based on the canon Barbecue Incident. If you know, you know.

Tokage: She's learning. Sandwiches are her forte, but she didn't feel the need to learn anything else until everyone moved into the dorms.

Fukidashi: He can make donburi and soups, and that's about it. His skills are pretty mediocre, but the community eating together fosters is more important to him.

Honenuki: Due to his lack of lips, he can't eat the same way as everyone else, so he only really learned to cook according to his own needs. At least his smoothies are unrivaled.

Bondo: Mediocre.

Monoma: Needs to follow a recipe, though he's memorized enough he seems better than he is. Ask him to wing it and he'll panic.

Yanagi: She can make some no-bake desserts, but otherwise isn't much of a cook. She usually defaults to instant ramen. Poltergeist sees a lot of use.

Rin: He knows two recipes, and one of them is a dumpling filling. He makes an effort to learn more family recipes when they move into the dorms.

He has a tendency to overestimate how much filling a dumpling needs, so when they're steamed... they explode.

Kan: I don't think he's a great cook, but his cooking has a certain je ne sais quoi that tastes like home.

His only vice is he likes such divisive delicacies as sanguinaccio, dinuguan, and black pudding.

[hey-august]

I'll Be Your Whatever - Chapter 3

Story Description: Life is full of all sorts of characters - some who come and go, and others that stay. After propelling yourself into a lie you can't (won't) take back, a certain pirate captain may have a reason to come by more often. (Chapter 1, Chapter 2) Word count: ~2.2k Warnings: SFW, some profanity. Buggy x afab!reader. No use of Y/N. Brief argument, mention of a deceased family member. A/N: Sorry this took a bit - I got in my head with writing it, but I think we're back on track! Tag list: @rorywritesjunk @ane5e @venulus

The title comes from "your whatever" by lovelytheband.

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With Buggy in town, you felt comfortable leaving home for the first time in days. Although you two had to work out this “relationship,” at least that was the next step. There were still unknowns and uncertainty, but also hope.

After agreeing to write up a contract over lunch, you excused yourself for a moment to run upstairs and put on clothes that hadn’t been slept in. Thankfully you kept an acceptable standard of hygiene during your isolation, so all you needed was to put on a fresh outfit, shake out your hair, and brush your teeth. You bounded back downstairs in record time and walked into the kitchen. The empty kitchen.

A wooden door leading out of the room was open. You tried to ignore the feelings bubbling in your chest as you peered through the open doorframe and found your visitor.

Buggy was inside, looking at a ship in a bottle. The desire to snatch the item from his presumptuous hold dissolved when you noticed how cautious the pirate was. He held the glass trinket with surprising delicacy, rotating the bottle to see the ship from all angles.

Even though he was a guest in your house, you gently knocked on the door to announce your presence. Buggy glanced over his shoulder and returned the decoration to the wood desk it previously sat on. Well, his hands did. Just his hands, while his body turned to face you. You watched silently, your thoughts retracing their steps as they tried to fall in line with the information your eyes sent over. The puzzled look on your face was met with a grin - the kind where only one person knows the punchline to a joke.

“The Oro Jackson,” Buggy commented, acting oblivious to your confusion. “Belongs to your dad?”

“Yeah…it did. He was a big fan of pirates.” 

Buggy held in a wince at the past-tense. He forgot that you said something similar about the map. Belonged.

You continued explaining. “He wanted to become one, to see the world. He even had plans to join a crew, but that changed when my mom got pregnant.”

“Tch, what a sap.” Buggy’s remark collapsed into a mumble under the look you threw at him.

“Instead, he began collecting.” You gestured around the room. Aside from your supplies and artwork on the mahogany desk, the rest of the room was filled by your father. Pirate artifacts, nautical knick-knacks, and faraway souvenirs were displayed on nearly every shelf, shoved between similar themed books, with more items hidden inside the cabinets. Anything that didn’t fit on a horizontal surface was attached to the wall. “He couldn’t see the world firsthand, so he did the best he could.” 

In your absence, Buggy had swept as much of the room as possible but didn’t find anything of high value. Nothing worth pocketing to sell later. Most of the Jolly Rogers and insignias on the artifacts weren’t from anyone special. There were framed maps on the walls, but they were generic land maps.

“What about you? Ever get tired of this place?” Buggy's question was spurred by the paintings littered across the desk. Most of them were of landscapes. Depictions of distant places filled with grand mountains, emerald forests, humid mangroves, murky swamps, and more.

“Mm-mmh, my dad watched from the sidelines so I could have the life I do. I can’t throw it away.” 

You walked over to the shelves near the desk and reached for the second highest shelf. Sandwiched between two tomes was a red book that was just a tad too far. Even on tiptoes, you could only graze the linen edging and weren’t able to hook the spine and drag the book closer. Huffing out a breath, you tried and failed to conjure a few extra centimeters. You settled back on your heels and thought about climbing the shelves like you did when you were younger. And smaller. They wouldn’t hold you now, but maybe you could get enough of a boost. 

While you were still considering that theory, a lone hand floated to the shelf to grab the red book. Underestimating the weight of the other books, the entire stack was pulled forwards and teetered on the edge. You threw up your hands, either to catch them or to keep them from falling on your head. Instead, you were yanked back so Buggy could step in and push the books back into place with a stubbed forearm.

Buggy let loose a dramatic sigh and recalled his hands to use them both to pull down the red book. He lazily dropped the book onto the desk, knocking loose a few paintbrushes. You bit your lip as the brushes clattered to the floor. It would have been nicer if he didn’t fuck around with your things, but he did just help you out. At least everything on the desk was dry.

“Thanks,” you said while flipping the book open. The paint brushes could wait.

“Of course, sweetheart. Good thing you had a big, strong man around.” 

“I could have gotten it myself.” The muttered words were nearly lost in the breeze from fluttering pages as you thumbed through the book. Nearly.

“Say again?” Buggy said through his teeth, leaning down to invade your space. 

You glanced at the pirate to assess the unsaid threat. He still maintained a forced smile, an expression you’ve seen often enough that you felt it signaled some level of safety. You started to turn away when Buggy slammed a fist on the desk hard enough to rattle the drawers and send more items to the wood floor. The only mask on his face now was the painted one. The ocean in his eyes was dark and stormy, the usual mischievous glint dimmed by a tempest.

“You think you could do this alone?” Buggy asked in a low voice. Rejection held him tight and whispered in his ear, saying he didn’t deserve to be treated like something useless.

A tremble stopped your response. The words fell apart as intimidation settled in your chest. He was still a stranger. A pirate. Maybe you would have been better off handling this yourself. Thoughts filled the darkness in your mind with momentary flashes like fireflies, but none stuck around. Blindly, you reached out and grabbed one.

“Yes, but no… I don’t-” You sighed. The thought you held was half-formed and unready to take flight.

“Whatever,” Buggy said dismissively. He played along with this ruse for too long and it wasn’t worth all the effort. Knocking on the desk with a gloved fist, he straightened up and tugged at the cuffs of his sleeves. “I think this show’s cancelled.”

Buggy turned to leave but a hand on his arm stopped him. You leaned over the desk to hold onto the only lifeline within reach. Fingers dug into the meat of his arm - you weren’t clinging to the fabric of his coat, but to him. 

“I need help.” Yes - you could have gotten the book yourself. You could pull yourself out of this mess alone. But that doesn’t mean it would be easy. Shelves could snap and books could fall. You could fall. “I can do things on my own, but I don’t want to do this alone. Please, don’t go.”

The plea stopped the pirate’s escape. Buggy studied your face, contemplating his next steps and whether he should continue with this improv workshop. He liked hearing you beg him to stay, but that wasn’t enough. Pulling out of your hold, Buggy clapped his hands and licked his lips.

“Show me the map. Maybe I could be convinced to stay.” 

Buggy chuckled as you gaped at him, desperation fading from your face. It wasn’t an unexpected request, but you still felt nervous. He was unpredictable.

As if he could read your thoughts, Buggy spoke up. “C’moooon, you can trust me. I could have done this all differently and had the map by now. I’m being nice, a team player.” His voice was anything but kind, but there was truth in his statement. In a twisted way, the truth felt like his way of being kind.

“Why? I’ll show you, but why are you doing this?” The question stung as you asked, but you would have succumbed to the poison if you held onto it.

Buggy shrugged. “I’m curious to see what happens. Plus, you could learn a thing or two from a real performer.” He flourished towards himself and winked. The compulsion Buggy felt must be curiosity. A passing interest.

You bit your lip and nodded, sure he wouldn’t elaborate further. It took some convincing, but you shooed Buggy out of the room and back into the kitchen. Showing him the map was one thing, but letting him see where it was kept was different. Once the door was closed, you traipsed around the room and opened a few drawers and cabinets at random. Shuffling papers and clunking books added to the distractions.

A few minutes later, you opened the door and invited Buggy back into the room. The parchment shook slightly as you held it aloft for him to observe. Both of you ignored the tremor. Buggy pinched the map between his pointer and thumb before dragging a finger along an unseen trail. You listened to the soft rasp of the glove against the old dry paper. The pirate was focused, intent on assessing the reward. 

The color of his eyes shifted between blue and green as they traveled the map. Long eyelashes danced with the movement. A glint in his face paint caught your attention - the blue diamonds that stretched from the crossbones on his forehead down to his cheeks shimmered.

The paint wasn’t crisp. The edges were smudged and feathered. Not on his bulbous nose though, the appendage was a different shade of red and looked real. Like really real and not part of his clowny attire. He had a unique nose and while it did stand out, it didn’t detract. If anything, it enhanced his features positively, drawing your attention across his face. From his stubbled cleft chin, to the smile lines that were almost always present, the blue hair peeking from his bandana, and back to his eyes. Which were looking back at you.

“What’re you staring at?” Buggy snipped, anticipating you’d give the answer everyone else gives. Some cheap shot about his fucking nose. What he didn’t expect was you would simply say you were looking at him. “What about me? My no-”

“Your eyes,” you rushed to say, seeing the anger bubble up again. “The colors were changing in the light. I like- They’re pre-...You have nice eyes.” A warmth crept up your neck and tickled your cheeks. You felt self-conscious talking about his eyes while they were looking into yours. Nervous. As if you were about to fall into the depths of the ocean.

“Anyways, that’s enough with the map. I should put it away.” 

Stepping back from the pirate, you rolled up the paper and hustled him back out of the room. When he moved too slowly, reluctant to part from the future treasure, you swatted him on the shoulder. Once you were alone in the room, you repeated the charade from earlier and put the map back in a different location. Then you took an extra moment to rub your cheeks, hoping to massage away the lingering heat. Finally exiting the room, you asked your companion if he was ready for lunch.

Buggy responded with a drawn-out groan and flapped his arms. “It’s about time, I thought I was going to die from starvation.” 

The theatrics brought out a smile and you shook your head amusedly. “Alright honey, let’s get you some food. My treat.”

“Lucky me! Maybe this isn’t such a bad deal, getting wine and dine’d. Rum and yum. Beer and…cheer.” Buggy chattered like an excited toddler as he followed you through the house and back to the front door. He couldn’t see you roll your eyes, but he could hear the huffs of laughter with each quip he spouted.

It wasn’t until the door closed with a thud that Buggy thought back to the book you had been intent on retrieving. It seemed so important to you at the moment, only to be forgotten after it kicked off the first fight you two had a as a “couple.” Interested in knowing whether the book actually held any importance, Buggy asked what you were looking for.

“Oh, devil fruit! Your hands, right?” You held up your own and rotated your wrists, pleased at the impressed look on Buggy’s face. “That book referenced old diaries and there was an entry about devil fruit. It didn’t have a lot of information, but mentioned that they have weird side effects, like turning people into animals and stuff, or giving unusual powers. So I thought…”

You trailed off, realizing how quickly you had been speaking. Buggy was still walking next to you, with a strange expression on his face. It looked like pride. Not directed towards you, but himself.

“Ooh, so my sweetie is a book nerd. You’re smart. I ate the chop-chop fruit,” Buggy boasted. He stretched out his body, disconnecting numerous joints and sections before reassembling.

A revealing trick that was often met with unpleasant surprise and shock was met with excitement and interest this time. You grabbed Buggy’s arm and pulled back the cuff of his sleeve to look at his wrist. There were no marks and you couldn’t even feel anything odd.

Your touch was light and delicate. Unexpected, but not entirely uncomfortable. Buggy’s jaw tensed as he resisted the urge to pull away, wanting to soak in your admiration a little longer.

[theoddbun]

Alright gonna address this publicly so there is more clarification about my DNI since I do get asks about it warning me about certain people. (Which I do appreciate!) Read if you want more specificity about my boundaries!

I’ve gotten many asks since I started to be active in the Subway Boss fandom again warning me of certain secret bl*nkshippers, people who have drawn it, etc. A majority of people sent to me have been blocked as long as there is proper documentation to support it. I want to reiterate I do NOT like bl*nkshippers. I don’t want them near me and I think what they do is gross. Incest shouldn’t be fetishized and I think the fetishization of it shouldn’t be normalized.

Now there is this very specific person, I don’t like namedropping so let’s say their name is R. R has drawn bl*nkshipping for a private commission. I have this person blocked and muted as I’ve known about this before I started getting active publicly again. While they have addressed this saying they still don’t condone it, as a larger artist myself I personally couldn’t imagine putting my own morals aside for a commission when I know I could easily have the slot filled by someone else. That being said… I am also aware not everyone sees it that way, and because of that I unfortunately cannot control who my mutuals are friends with. So for this specific situation, if a mutual interacts with this person under the genuine belief that they did what they had to to survive a financially rough situation I will give my mutual the benefit of the doubt given they will still clearly state they do not condone bl*nkshipping and that they respect my own decision that I do not want to interact with this person.

I’ll even go a step further and just explain my thoughts about this fandom phenomenon in general. I don’t like using terms like proship or antiship because I feeling like they can make issues like this seem less nuanced than they actually are. No that doesn’t make me ‘neutral’. Under the made up standard that these ‘proshippers’ have made I am an ‘anti’. I am someone who does not think that the fetishization of incest, beastiality, pedophilia or many other deplorable acts should be normalized or encouraged. I DO think they have some place in fiction for SERIOUS discussions, as they are topics that occur in real life and should be treated with delicacy given the subject matter. I think proshippers have dumbed down any real discussion that can be had in favor of ‘muh free speech’ and free thoughtless jerk off material of what equates to fictional CSEM. The fictional part in that does NOT make it, nor will EVER make it okay. And that same goes for the people that ship the twins together too, dumbing down such a serious topic for your own jerk off material. I want it far away from me, and I don’t want to be associated with it EVER.

I hope this clarifies some things for a lot of people. Of course if anyone ever needs more clarification they are free to personally DM me!

[dearweirdme]

https://www.tumblr.com/dearweirdme/761709910362882048/im-probably-going-to-be-doing-a-lot-of-blocking?source=share

To be honest, this isn't about Jikook or Jungkook anymore—it's about how they're directly attacking neurodivergent people in general by labeling them as disinterested, rude, easily drift off, selfish, overly competitive (in a negative way), and as people who dislike those around them.

Being ableist is as morally unacceptable as being homophobic toward the LGBTQIA+ community. As a member of the Queer community, I fully understand what it feels like to be discriminated against and hated on, as this has happened to me repeatedly.

While I may not be neurodivergent, I know that feeling of being wrongfully portrayed as the "bad person" simply because who you are doesn’t align with someone else’s narrative. They fixate on what makes you different and use it as justification to hate.

It’s awful. Shit sucks.

Hi anon!

I would like to acknowledge that the severity of homophobia is worse (in general) than the severity of ableism is. Not to diminish ableism, but being queer actually means the death sentence in some countries and having a disability usually doesn’t (if I am unaware, please educate). On a personal level, both can be extremely damaging though. Edit: due to having been educated, a comparison between the two doesn’t feel suited. It’s different things, both equally harmful to those who have to go through it.

Nevertheless, speaking about neurodivergence comes with delicacies. There’s a lot of mental health issues and feelings of not being enough at play that can make life feel impossible for some people. Not everyone gets the help they need. A lot of misunderstanding and just pressure to fit into certain social molds is going on. Things like this should definitely be discussed and I do think there’s room to do it in a fitting way. Talking about things can help break the stigma that surrounds it. Nothing has helped me personally more than to just own my ‘weirdness’ and be open about it.

In Jk’s case, i find it’s hard to say much. We don’t know a lot and while do agree he shows signs of neurodivergence I’d have a hard time guessing in which ways it effects him and in which intensity. It’s kind of in the same realm as Tae’s mental health issues for me, we know it’s there, we know he’s struggled, but the specifics are things we have to guess at.

[vacantgodling]

hiiiiii work is wild today. so i have a question for you.

i'd like to hear about some of the different foods available in tcol!! regional delicacies, staple crops, rare treats... anything you can offer me.

or, alternatively, tell me about some of the main cast's favorite and least favorite foods!

oo this is an interesting question in the sense that food, flora, and fauna are like my least favorite worldbuilding things so... i tend to build them in such a "dude because i said so" kind of way. there is no rhyme or reason to it it just has to happen when i need to think of something LMAO

all of that to say this will be extremely all over the place PFF.

so the one food i DEFINITELY know exists is a labyrinth honey loaf, which is like... basically a sweet bread. i mention it in mukul's profile, because that's currently his biggest goal--to make the perfect batch of one of these. the reason it's so difficult to make is that it basically requires labyrinth honey, which needs to be tempered like chocolate. but its hard to temper because its slightly explosive if you cook it at the wrong temperature, or it just turns to uneatable sludge. its an absolute delicacy if you can make it correctly though and that's why he's very fixated on it atm. (he loves baking). so i think a lot of labyrinth foods from its strange flora and fauna are just kind of Like That. amazing if you know how to cook it but absolutely dangerous to try and work with LMAO.

when it comes to regional delicacies.... i gotta get more into the weeds of city worldbuilding. each major city in terrae is basically its own cultural center (though some influence each other; kingsburrow and lathsbury aren't too different culturally because they're so close to one another and were established at p much the same time in history) and i have somewhat vague inclinations about each of these... but its sort of next on my list of to dos.... my long... neverending list of to dos..... (y'all should see how long the timeline is now and if i told you how much shit i still needed to figure out... GOD) anyway though; i do know that Diisaians in general are huge drinkers.

in general, one of the first crops in terrae that existed was because of the god of harvest, alcohol, and partying KIBARUM waaaay back in like the 100s, when eros and argos were first being established. and that was a crop which i'm just worldbuilding on the fly rn but its kind of a cross between wheat and rice. like similar properties of both. don't ask me how it works, idk man. but its something that can be grown dry in one way and creates a certain staple grain, but the same crop can also be grown in marshy/swampy lands like how rice is grown (cuz eros and argos are very marshy/swampy) and it acts differently. a multifacted, fast growing crop that can be manipulated in a variety of ways based on the fact that in the early days of terrae, shit was BAD bro like 2/3 of the pop was passing away like every year or something ridiculous like that due to monsters until the citadel of Argos was finally finished.

but that's more into the history weeds and my forte and not related to the question at hand so i will steeeeer away from that.

said crop... which i will name eventually... can be made in a multitude of ways like i said like it can make breads, porridges, slurries, meals (like corn meal or grits), etc. its pretty much the basis for the terranean diet altogether because its so versatile. the only place where it doesn't grow is kiskkaddon because kisk is a giant "all consuming" desert. tm.

in kiskkaddon and diisai, speaking of, they're the only places on all of terrae where there are "wild monsters" aka monsters who were not driven by lath and ensio into the labyrinth, just bc those lands weren't connected to terraneans and terraneans ventured into those lands tm. they live virtually alongside monsters in these regions and have created cultures centered around fending off and killing these free roam monsters, who, tend to be weaker (but still a problem) than labyrinth monsters bc they aren't affected by the influence of either The Thicket or The Demon King (i'm just saying words at you now sorry). all of this to say, diisians and kisks are very good at cooking monster parts, better than other mainland terraneans.

i could keep going to stall but tbh that's a long enough rant. i need to figure all of this out more anyway, but first things first i gotta name this crop LMAO

[doomed-jester]

I've been thinking a lot about Gorons. They're such odd creatures, right? Like, they look vaguely reptilian and vaguely humanoid, but more than anything they look like strange rock people. The series is historically vague on this but it's implied they're actually MADE of rock. They don't need to breathe, able to survive underwater with no issue. They're very resistant to high temperatures, they're heavy and durable. The thing is, they still eat. They move, they reproduce. So I was racking my brain trying to reconcile these things (I know it's a game, I know I don't need to take the lore so serious, but you can't put out multiple official encyclopedias and in-universe histories and not expect nerds to start asking questions.)

So, here's the thing I've come to.

I think rocks in Zelda are alive. Not just gorons, rocks in general.

Okay okay that sounds like a lot but bare with me. There are plenty of enemies that shield themselves in rock, but we also have creatures like the stone talus in Breath of the Wild along with the miniature Pebblits, Scaldera in Skyward Sword, and some other examples I'll get to momentarily.

It's pretty obvious that Gorons eat rocks, but we also see that they can be pretty picky about WHICH rocks they're eating. They have a strong preference for Rock Roast/Rock Sirloin, which has a distinctly organic appearance, and an NPC in Tears of the Kingdom will pay you 1,000 rupees for a single piece of "ripened flint" (though less than 1/100 pieces of flint is ripened and the only way to tell the difference is to eat them, so good luck with that one). This seems to suggest that certain stone has unique properties.

Before I continue, minor story spoilers for Tears of the Kingdom ahead. Just some early game quest stuff.

We get another suggestion about the nature of the goron diet in the quest that takes us to Death Mountain and the Fire Temple in Tears of the Kingdom. We learn that "marbled rock roast," a new delicacy discovered and sold by the briefly brainwashed Yunobo, has taken Goron City by storm, and had some bizarre effect on the people who consume it. Basically they just sit around all day and eat it, it's... Not the most pressing threat they could've come up with, if I'm honest. But what's interesting is its source.

The two bosses faced during this quest, the titanic Moragia, a trio of stone worms, and Marbled Gohma, a new take on a familiar series staple, are both made of the same stone as the marbled rock roast. The same, very clearly living stone. It all disappears when Gohma dies, which suggests it was part of her, or (more distressingly) possibly her offspring parasitizing the Gorons.

So, if the marbled rock roast is pieces of Gohma, what about normal rock roast? Could that be some other living creature? Could ripened flint be an even more juvenile stage of the Pebblit and Talus life cycle? Are the gorons picky eaters, or are they part of a whole chain of life totally unlike anything in our world which happens to co-exist with the other, much more traditionally organic creatures of Hyrule? Who knows honestly, I just think it's fun to think that some percentage of the rocks in Hyrule are actually living creatures which happen to resemble rocks and that's the real staple of the goron diet. Makes more sense than them actually just eating stone.

[icharchivist]

Does Solas know how to cook?

Or does he like certain foods?

If not, surely he'd be down for a cooking date with his beloved at least and slowly get won over by her excitement and can't help but enjoy the tastes she keeps slipping him, because they remind him of the spark in her eyes...

oh my god.

you're suddenly reminding me that technically from what we know he spent the last few years mostly eating dry food he didn't need to actually cook, mostly dry salted meat.

(when we get into his house in Veilguard we find the state of his kitchen and yeah it's mostly bare. And we learn it's a spirit called the Caretaker who had to tell him to eat a bit.)

So i believe he's utterly unqualified to comment on my eating actually--

in term of food he likes we know he loves frilly cakes. His writer said that his favorite ones would be something not too sweet, probably with fruits and some balance with dark chocolate and/or something spicy in the cake. The writer said Solas would like something a little sophisticated like that.

and yeah it's tradition for the Dalish to leave dry salted meat on Fen'Harel's altars accross thedas and since he actually eat those in his home i suppose it's either food he has because his (ex) agents gathered it from altar for him and he can't just throw it away, or that it's something he genuinely likes.

And the other info we have is that Solas detests tea and would likely dislike coffee as well for similar reasons (caffeine would keep him out of the fade so he wouldn't like it on principle, but the one time he tried to force himself to drink tea his disgust was such that i'm sure there's more to it than just disliking the caffeine on principle)

but that's about it in term of canon infos about his tastes and eating habits that we have. We aren't even sure if he really does need to eat (as a Dreamer he can subside on the Fade itself, if i recall, and adding to that that he's an Ancient Elf...) Wait i just found back some infos from the lore book about how the kitchen in the Inquisition would note Solas never ate a lot in general.

My impression of Solas is that he doesn't really need to eat and if he does he kinda has to force himself to do so, and he doesn't really cook OR he was so depressed in the past ten years that he really couldn't cook at all and relied fully on pre-made meals.

But that he likes a good sophisticated delicacy once in a while.

... and i started typing all of this when i saw the questions and totally didn't finish the ask until i answered it so NOW i'm being hit fully on the face by the fact it was an attempt at bullying and now i'm going to cry and

I'm sure he could be wrapped into a cooking date. I think he doesn't specifically cook for himself in general (he'd be the type of person who thinks he probably doesn't deserve to eat for himself anyway but would make an effort around someone else), but wouldn't be opposed with learning especially if it's for a good experience.

So cooking with his beloved or for his beloved could be on the table, tho it seems you mean the former one especially,

and. and yeah. If she's happy and patient with him he would just be so enamoured by her he'd do anything in her presence.

As for my girl in particular, I feel like Ithena wouldn't be a pro at cooking per se? she was more focused on her magical studies. But she knows how to follow instructions and is good at making potions, and she swore to bake with Sera at least until they manage to make good cookies (which they're not very good at, it's a work in progress).

Still Ithena was raised to be the next Leader of her clan so at least some basic ways to take care of someone or even cook something freshly hunted at the fireplace are stuff she could do, but anything that would require a kitchen would be too elaborate for her (having grown up in the wilderness and all of that)

So, especially after she promised Sera they'd bake more together (and also probably to cover for Cole and Sera who often steal from the kitchen, for very opposite moral reason), I could see her try to leverage a bit of time in the kitchen to learn to cook a bit. And what's best than to drag her boyfriend who once told her he tried all sort of things in life because "in order to find interesting things in the Fade, you have to be interesting, because the Fade will reflect what you bring to it"

Which i think Solas would not see the appeal at first but she'd probably remind him of this exact line and then give her some puppy eyes (purely in a manipulative way and he knows that) that'd have him sigh and give in.

But they would be learning together, and together they MAY manage to assemble something together. And yeah there would be a lot of laughter linked to all of this i think.

More likely once they're done she will plan to take him on a date in Val Royaux so they can taste some frilly cakes fresh from the bakery next time. (Ithena has much more of a sweet tooth and wouldn't stand the spice, which, yes, is something i have headcanons about the moment i learnt he loved spice, because she'd totally try out something he likes only to feel like she burnt her whole mouth out and he'd find that adorable the way she tries very very badly to pretend like it's very good and she's not dying.)(also Ithena would like teas. I imagine Solas having beef with the teacups he sees on Ithena's desk because it puts him in the horrible dilema of not knowing whether he should kiss his girlfriend or not.)

b. but yeah. therefore. what you said. I put too much thoughts into it why would you do this to me.

[aniaka789]

Chapter 2 part 4

Chromedome had another anger burst due to Grimlock having to talk badly about him, so a food fight broke out and some of the Autobots there had to break them up, so the situation doesn't escalate to become a dangerous fight. Chromedome was currently grumbling to himself as he was sitting down on a plastic seat in the mess hall.

Chromedome got up trying to relieve his anger as he walked to the vending machines which contained different types of energon crystals and liquids for Autobots to choose. He chose a blue energon cube and went to a quiet table to relax.

That was until Sunstreaker and Mirage came forward to Chromedome as they both sat down at the table as Sunstreaker was currently chatting loudly to both Chromedome and Mirage as Chromedome was thinking about energon cubes to relieve himself until his mind began thinking about a certain security officer...

Chromedome wondered where Red Alert went as his optics back to Mirage and Sunstreaker, Mirage saw Chromedome being distracted for a moment before having questioning look as if asking 'Are you alright?' to Chromedome. Chromedome nodded turning to Sunstreaker who was boasting about his achievements as Chromedome got irritated again and said to Sunstreaker "Will you be quiet!?"

Sunstreaker heard that and was about to retort before he felt Ratchet's hand on his shoulder. Sunstreaker turned seeing the stern glare of the medic before looking nervous, he knew that look on Ratchet meaning that they need to talk. Soon Sunstreaker got up and walked outside of the main area wondering what Ratchet needed to say.

Mirage and Chromedome saw him walk out before Mirage's usual charming smile came back as Chromedome groaned knowing Mirage attitude, Mirage soon spoke up teasing him "Still upset, hm?"

Chromedome soon said back to Mirage in an annoyed manner "Yes, I am. That dinosaur still rudely talks about me and intentionally annoys me!" Mirage snickered as Chromedome gave a glare at him not finding it funny.

They continued bickering for 30 minutes at most with Chromedome about to start another food fight and Mirage had that smug smirk on his face as he playfully mocked Chromedome and did not take the argument seriously. Chromedome got finally mad and threw a hot human pizza at Mirage's face.

"Primus damn it-" Mirage removed it as he wiped his face with a towel feeling the slight burning pain on his metallic face. His blue optics looked bemused wondering why Chromedome would just throw a pizza at his face, then again Chromedome was known for causing food fights and making a whole lot of messes.

The Autobots, who were in the main area, watched awkwardly as Chromedome had literally threw a pizza at Mirage. Chromedome sighed before sitting down as everyone started to discuss on what just happened.

After that whole thing, everyone calmed down as the atmosphere became extremely loud as usual with some people discussing the recent events and others chatting about general things. Chromedome could smell the food with his sensors that the humans gave as a small treat.

There were different spiced foods, with some spices smelling stronger than others. There was Smokey chicken, scrumptious cakes, rich goose, thick ramen, cheesy pizzas, lush soups and a lot more flavourful food. It was extremely tempting to even the Autobots despite that fact that they can't eat human-related foods. The younger bots glanced quite sadly while the older ones comforted them.

Some humans were holding a cup with toasted bread made into a thick dough and made into a layered shape that was full of tomato sauce and meat. It was dipped into warm broth and eaten as a delicacy as it was bound to make anyone hungry enough under the cold, biting weather of the autumn.

The Autobots came curious about their human allies' foods they happily talked about the varieties that humans have. Mirage soon turned seeing Chromedome looking a lot calmer now as Mirage soon asked with a smile "Feeling a lot better now?" Chromedome nodded before giving a Mirage a thumbs up.

Mirage realized he should be at the briefing before looking at the time and realizing he was 4 minutes late. He looked slightly panicked and got up before saying "Welp, I must get going now. I must meet Optimus and Ratchet for my briefing and I'm pretty sure I'm now late. I will see you later."

Chromedome waved his hand saying goodbye before Mirage left in a panic as Chromedome turned to see Grimlock and his Dinobot teammates were arguing and making fun of other Autobot teammates apart from Swoop who was eating a small metallic rat.

Chromedome crossed his arms as he soon got up and went outside of the mess hall to handle his program and the files in the rec room. He couldn't help but feel watched...

[lucky-lunch]

Apple Pie

Price: $5

the dollarama nearest me recently got a boost in inventory variety, at least in the food department, and I was finding my snails in a can and lemon biscuits and this miraculous thing in the aisles of my humble 'Rama. there are two main reasons why I refer to this pie as miraculous: 1) it being a whole ass pie, looking not too worse for wear; and 2) this thing, and I'm calling it a thing, sat on a shelf with no other obvious means of preservation, and expires at the end of August. It is currently January as of purchase. This product of Italy, imported here from possibly Montréal, sat on a dollarama back storage area and then front shelf for God knows how long, and for god knows how long still. filled with some semblance of fruit, this object keeps for over half a year in a "cool, dry place". this is zombie apocalypse survival pie. this thing outlives certain grandparents. so, how does end-of-the-world pie taste? what does the last drop of sweetness you'll ever experience on your tongue as you barrel roll through the void at the end of the universe feel like?

just as the simple plastic packaging reminds one of generic no brand Halloween candy, it also smells exactly like generic no brand Halloween candy. this flat piece of candy rock oozes artificial sweetening like puss from a wart. Yes, I regret that sentence too.

and again, just like single use plastic packaging, there's no going back, no resealing this ancient curse. I'm going to be incredibly brave for a second and sample a tiny fork full unheated, as the deities of capitalistic, fast and exponential consumerism intended. do not be fooled by the photo, the camera colours are pulling a lot of the weight here making this look appealing. I'm just too lazy to figure out how to stop the automatic filtering. in real life it looks dull.

so, it's not inedible, and I can imagine eating this and a single tear rolls slowly down my face as the flavours evoke an involuntary reminiscence on the good ol' days (2025), sitting alone on a garbage pile next to a dumpster fire under a bridge (like a troll) or in a sewer (like a mutant ninja turtle) as I wait out 5 months of continuous acid rain in the year 2056. I'll think about how I haven't had any food that isn't mock cockroach gruel for 20 years and the artificial, allegedly apple, sweetness makes me choke up because I've forgotten flavours existed. the seasoning of time and suffering and absence of joy makes a delicacy of this dish - oh wait, that's happening around the world right now, isn't it. silly me. Anyway, I'm getting undertones of cardboard over fragrances of day after on sale holiday candy that, at gun point, I supposed I'll say is apple. it's not not apple. a tree was once involved.

it's slightly better heated up. the apple flavour is enhanced and it doesn't feel as sad anymore; I might even realize I'm eating a - oh, the heat also makes it so much sweeter - imitation crab meat of an apple pie.

verdict: I'm p sure you can get better apple pie for the same price in supermarkets. unless you hit a real low point in your life, and you want to sit on the cold kitchen tile while you shovel expired splenda into your mouth to really hit a home run for the worst day you've ever had, i recommend abstaining. you won't die but you're not living either, you know?? actually, I feel like I'm getting heartburn in real time. it gets a D, because 1) I can get better elsewhere; 2) it tastes radioactive; 3) it smells expired; 4) an 8 month shelf life for a baked good that generally conjures to mind freshness is sitting as right with me as this pie is on my palette right now; and 5) i don't think i need more reasons. it gets points for potentially being there for me when i'm still standing after the earth implodes. and i guess for being passably edible. i guess.

[thatoneluckybee]

I think I forgot to show you what I was debating and I don’t remember if you saw it if you did then uh tell me somethin cool and/or threaten my execution if you wanna

ARE YOU DEBATING BUYING IT?

If so uh. I have no idea whether I’m encouraging this or not (BUT ALSO $6?? ITS LIKE $50 MOST PLACES HUH) I just watched a playthrough from a youtuber and used the wiki to get what I missed.

Uhm. Okay so objectively a very entertaining game imo. I hyperfixated on it BADLY a couple years ago if that says anything.

However.

Please be warned

That this fandom is Interesting (in good and not so good ways) and the game is. It has some strange elements. Obviously the horror murder game execution aspect. But also under cut some possibly triggering things it does mention without spoilers if possible

The game does hold some importance to me as much as I despise some of it just cause my memory sucks so it’s one of the few ways I can usually trigger my memory of like a solid year or two in Total but it has some. Things. The fandom is better than the game imo of handling tricky subjects (the first game is over 10 years old, so it is very outdated with some stuff and does NOT use the delicacy needed for certain topics. The potentially bad or triggering stuff I’m listing some of it is handled okay or pretty well some not really—

Bullying (severely)

Implied Suicidal Characters (dont remember exactly if it was said aloud or not if so not in the guy I watched’s playthrough)

Incestuous relationship (like. Not During The Course Of The Game but we DO learn someone’s backstory)

Serial Killers

Horrible Representation of “DID” where the only alter is a serial killer

Sexual Assault/Abuse

Abuse in general

Pedophilia

Etc Etc

There’s four games and the worst one is Ultra Despair Girls which is a side game (not needed to play or watch if u don’t wanna)

So

I’m glad I watched this game and it very much influenced a lot with little Bee like my artstyle and how I write stories and characters and fandom and whatnot but it has Many An Issue so use caution

[apheliia]

🚨🚨🚨🚨 WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO NEW HONKAI OC ALERT NEW HONKAI OC ALERT‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

the mysterious and elusive foxian woman who frequents in aurum alley, specifically delicacy pavilion. though she is a regular in the pavilion, not a single soul is aware of her name aside from short auntie— but even then, ‘blossom’ was never her real name. blossom’s ears never stop moving as she is always listening, hyper-aware of all that is happening around her.

blossom has caught the eyes of numerous denizens within the luofu, yet each attempt to learn more about this secretive foxian is met with disastrous results or outright failure. cycranes immediately go haywire at the mere sight of this foxian, and she avoids social interaction with the xianzhou natives like a plague, hence why most come up empty-handed when trying to uncover blossom’s identity.

moreover, her footsteps are quick, agile and light, making little to no sound. it often allows her to slip away from most situations where social interaction is superfluous or unnecessary. once you take your eyes off blossom, she leaves with but a phantom of her presence—almost enough to make one question if she was even there to begin with. (observant civilians have noticed that blossom has been spotted in more than one place in the xianzhou, but merely chalked it up to blossom’s naturally light and quick feet.)

though it is rumored that blossom is a judge of the ten-lords commission, this was proven to be false. unbeknownst to the locals, blossom is the head of the entirety of the ten-lords commission; having established the ten unpardonable sins, ensuring that the cycranes do not capture the images of the judges, and responsible for all the decisions and affairs within the ten-lords commission. she later reveals that the ‘blossoms’ that are scattered across the luofu are what one would describe as phantoms; mere apparitions in her image that are tasked with watching over the luofu and report all that they have seen and heard on a daily basis, whereas the real blossom is holed up in her office, as busy and occupied as ever.

the real blossom is a person with little to no free time. and as such, she is constantly swarmed with work and watching over the luofu through her trusty phantoms. due to her position leaving no room for social interaction outside of work purposes, blossom does not understand most social cues and takes things — such as sarcasm, jokes and idioms — far too literally than she’s supposed to, thereby stirring up a lot of internal confusion for the foxian. and because of that, despite her reserved and calm expression, as well as her general ability to handle various situations with stride and class, blossom does worry about her communication skills as she is not well-versed in the emotions and feelings of others.

when faced with sarcasm in a casual setting (which is not very often), she immediately resorts to sincere apologies, feeling deeply ashamed as though she has offended the person that she’s speaking to as it was never her intention to do so. blossom has proven herself to be rather awkward outside of work, but ever since the astral express crew arrived on the xianzhou luofu, she’s been making slow but meaningful efforts to understand present-day society. with the help of a certain cloud knight general, of course.

ah my socially awkward baby. i love her sm shes a sweetheart 🫶🫶🫶

HELL YEAHHHHH NEW HSR OC 🗣🗣🗣❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️ i love her!!!!! she is so real btw social cues are so hard. real asf for that 😔🙏 she is so silly. i think she needs a vacation. or a break idk. either one would work!

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Potentially silly question regarding Grima: You've discussed before the idea of him loving to have pineapples around as a status symbol on account of them being something weird and exotic that no one else has, but if given the chance to not just have them kicking around for symbolic purposes and actually be served to him, do you think Grima would taste them, and if so, if he'd like it or not? And what other foods (fruit or otherwise) do you think might he consider a status symbol?

I live for silly Grima questions!

And Grima would love pineapple! it's so sweet, he'd be gung-ho for it. He would be that person who would receive one and then be grieved over whether or not he wished to put it on his table or eat it. Like receiving a work of art as a rug - do you hang it on the wall or put it on the floor and use it as it was meant to be used?

In this world with the anachronistic pineapple, I think initially Grima would never eat them. He would keep them until they weren't aesthetic anymore then they'd be fed to the goats or pigs or chickens.

However, once he had been in a decently powerful/wealthy position for long enough I think he'd take a pineapple and try and figure out how to eat it.

There would be a debate: can you eat a pineapple?

Eomer says no - they're prickly on the outside, sharp, pointy, clearly a sign they're poisonous and not to be eaten.

Grima says yes - there are prickly pointy sharp plants that are perfectly edible. It's a matter of knowing how to do it.

Eowyn has no opinion on the matter, but she holds that Grima should be the one who tries it first.

Theodred is just confused about why this matters. They have perfectly good, delightful food. There's no need to try and eat the table decorations.

Grima: but what if they taste good? Who knows. It could be fun for us.

Being a reasonably intelligent man, Grima makes his least favourite person eat a bit of the pineapple first then they all wait and see if he dies. When it's determined that he will live, Grima tries some and is like 'it's terrible. None of you should have any. I'll take care of it, don't worry.' And hoards the pineapple like the wee dragon wyrm he is.

Figuring out how to access the inner flesh of the fruit involved Grima carefully cutting small bits off then they were like 'ah, the outer layer isn't that thick so this is easy'. They were also all mightily pleased that there was no stone inside which means more pineapple to eat.

Figuring out how to propagate a pineapple would be a past-time Grima would undertake and if he managed to successfully figure it out he would be like, 'they are absolute freaks of a plant. I love them even more. Eomer, build me a greenhouse.'

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Other status symbol foods for Grima?

Certain herbs and spices would be: cinnamon, vanilla, saffron, cardamom, lemongrass, sumac, caraway, nutmeg etc.

Citrus in general - I don't see Rohan doing orangeries or anything, that would be a Gondor-style invention. So all citrus is imported which makes it rare and expensive.

Grima trying to convince Eomer to build an orangerie is now my new favourite mental image.

Grima: we could have oranges in winter, my lord! just. think about it.

Eomer is like, 'you really took on the decadent living full force, didn't you?'

'I was born on a farm in the north, my lord. I grew up living off turnips and seasonal produce that can grow in cold climes and whatever we foraged. Not that we ever foraged or poached on the local lord's land. Never.'

Anachronistic tomatoes! Certain tree nuts would be strictly imports and so therefore a delicacy (e.g., almonds).

I don't know if Rohan did class based consumption (only royalty can eat certain meats etc.), but if they did - whatever was determined to be for nobility alone would be something he'd put great stock in now having access to.

Man, this guy's diet really improved when he joined the king's household.

Grima: I ate a lot of pottage. Bread soup. Meat but more so in the autumn when we slaughtered the animals that were right for it. Turnips. Carrots. Roots for days. Cabbage. Ruffage of that sort. Berries if they were in season. Apples, when they were in season. Fish from the river sometimes. Cheese. Most everything was salted, pickled or fermented.

Eomer: I see.

Grima: but now I can eat fruit whenever I want! also we have meat with every meal and it's fresh meat, too. Not to mention wine. Also food is spiced so fancy here. Look at this ginger. This would cost five of my father's sheep. I never new cardamom existed until I came to Edoras. You even colour your jellies random colours solely because it amuses you to have them coloured! Wild.

Eomer:

Eomer: you know, I get it.

Grima: and you have white flour! Wheat! It's not rye or barley - amazing. And white ale! ugh, the lap of luxury, my lord. I will never grow tired of it. Oh, and fancy tea that I've never had before arriving in Edoras.

Other things would be jellies and custards - anything that is time and labour intensive would be a status symbol. Figs, dates - dried fruits that had to be imported would cost a pretty penny and be for the wealthy alone. Not to mention grapes and olives. Peacock and other more fanciful poultry, of course. Like the feasts would be certainly something.

I sometimes imagine, like, twenty-two year old Grima arriving in Edoras and getting absorbed into the king's household because he's one of the few fully literate people in the city and seeing a royal feast up close for the first time.

Mind blowing.

Grima: how do I eat this?

Theoden: it's an orange. Have you never had an orange before?

Grima is like, Do you think I've had an orange before?

Theoden:

Theoden: fair point.

Grima has more than one shirt in his possession and thinks he's basically a lord, now.

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Things to also consider is if there were any social constraints to when you ate certain food - such as religious festivals. Was fasting during a certain period part of Rohan's culture? Were there restrictions or taboos around grouping certain foods together? Did those restrictions apply to everyone equally or only certain groups? Was there a gendered aspect to food consumption and access?

E.g., in early medieval Scandinavia (think vikings), boys were favoured and so in lean/starvation times they were given the good food and the daughters were not. We can see in skeletal remains that within the same generation women were more likely to have suffered a starvation level of hunger at a greater percentage to men.

So, like, in Rohan if there was a lean time during his childhood was Grima fed more in comparison to his sister(s)? How does that impact someone's relationship to family? to food? etc.

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Also what was the meal structure like? Did they do two meals, as was common through much of the medieval era in Europe (broad brush stroke, of course, regional variations existed and things shifted over time. E.g., Venice did dinner and supper but there was a secret, third meal between the two that was like a sort-of tea/snack break)? I suspect at a minimum it was three in Rohan since we know Gandalf et al arrived in Meduseld in the morning and Grima makes reference to Theoden's meat (i.e., his meal) being at the board. So, likely breakfast of some variation.

However, Theoden was old and infirm and that might mean he was eating different meals than he would be otherwise. How illness and age are treated in terms of food consumption is another impact to what you eat and when. (Allen Grieco was a historian who wrote a good amount about this - granted he was more in the early modern period, but his writing on food in early modern/renaissance Italy is super fascinating. Recommend Food, Social Politics and the Order of Nature in Renaissance Italy as a good starting point.)

(granted, anything from Harvard Press' "Villa I Tatti" series is worth reading if you're into the early modern and renaissance period.)

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Ok I've gone on for too long. I just. fucking love thinking about food habits and rituals and all the weird little things that impact how and what we (or Grima) eat! It's so cool!

Thank you so much for the ask! <3 <3