#baking course india

[kiarajoshi]

A well-rounded baking education covers a wide array of topics. Basic baking classes typically introduce you to fundamental techniques such as mixing, kneading, and baking. As you advance, you’ll delve into more specialized cake-baking   courses, where you’ll learn the intricacies of cake design, decoration, and flavor pairing.

[hunarcourses]

Baking Brilliance: Explore Bakery Classes in India

Take fun bakery classes in India to learn more about the craft of baking. Learn to love making sweet treats, from perfecting the dough to producing mouthwatering pastries.

[caitchercatlady]

Sleeping Over at Ramshackle w/Idia

Never leaves his room? You take that as a challenge, and you know just the answer to Night Raven College’s biggest riddle.

Idia…I wanna play a fighting game. You down?

Which one? I can connect you.

How about the one you left at Ramshackle with me?

I can literally mod that.

But you can’t eat my freshly baked cookies from your dorm.

(I want it emoji) Fine, you win.

Idia can never resist your baked goods, no matter how hard he tries. He needs them to function on that console of yours.

When he comes over, you don’t expect him to have a bag of spare clothes with him, but you remember that when it comes to gaming, it’s going to be a long night. India immediately goes for your choco cookies.

“Power up!” he cheers after eating two of them.

Then, you two are duking it out for the virtual champion title.

The both of you spend three long hours blistering your thumbs on your controllers. The health bars on the corners of the TV screen are at the chokehold. You and Idia don’t notice how a storm has brewers outside. It’s storming so much that it brings on the thunder. One large crack is all it takes for the power in Ramshackle to drop from fifty percent to zero. India and you take a few seconds to adjust to reality, but you also realize how dark the dorm is without any source of light.

“Good Seven, this would never happen in Ignihyde,” mutters Idia.

You, on the other hand, don’t comment. You point out how late it is instead. You offer to make up Idia’s room as he takes a shower. He might as well. You’ve never had to do this in the dark though. Not that it’s impossible, but your limbs are quaking as you hold your phone as a flashlight under your chin and tighten the sheets onto the spare bed.

You are in the middle of fluffing the pillows when Idia exits the washroom. He peers into the room, watching you shaking like a leaf. He’s all too familiar with the sensation. He clears his throat, alerting you of his presence. You can’t be happier to see Idia in his unexpectedly athletic looking pajamas. The contradiction makes you snicker.

“What? If you were going to catch me in anime tees, that’s never going to happen,” he says.

“Why not? You rarely leave your room anyway. Not like anyone would care.”

“Incorrect. I learned my lesson during my first year. I’ve been wearing my STYX night gear ever since.”

You frown at this. “Sorry.”

Idia suggests that you get a candle or two to light up the place. It would help you sleep better than having your flashlight from your phone beaming in both of your faces. You explain that you tried looking for candles the other day, but Ramshackle doesn’t have any, and Sam doesn’t provide candles unless it’s for the main school building’s events. Idia remarks that he should’ve expected that.

“What? You’re not gonna say anything?” you ask, notioning that Idia knows about your fear of the dark.

Of course, he does, but…“Not really. A NEET like me calling someone like you a baby for a fear of darkness is the most “pot calling the kettle black” scenario some airhead with no creative RPG ideas could ever come up with.”

There’s no argument that you can come up with to combat that.

“As much as I wish I could fix this problem, there is no one-hit solution for that.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“But uh…”

You elevate an eyebrow.

Idia unzips the jacket to reveal a gray, Premo shirt underneath, revealing how Idia still has his interests, but he has told the truth about no anime related clothing. His face begins to pinken, and the tips of his long blue hair fade into blush as well. “I’ve seen this corny thing a ton of times, but I heard it works. If you wanna…then…I guess…”

You carefully step around your bed to prevent yourself from stubbing your toe, and when you are in the clear, you take Idia’s offer to hug into his night jacket. Having you touch him is already nerve-wracking for the introverted Housewarden, but then, to have him wrap you in the jacket folds turns the pale third-year into an overheating furnace. He suggests that you guys hide under the covers before he’d faint onto the floor.

You’re not too pleased with having to turn the flashlight of your phone off, but as you are not alone this evening, both you and Idia suppose that safety is in both of your corners tonight. 

[tyrantisterror]

At Sea Without a Map pt. 12

Water laps placidly over the corpse of the enormous stork, this nightmare bird who clearly never forgot that its ancestors were dinosaurs. As you survey the titanic avian's bleeding corpse, a single though dominates your mind: there's a lot of good eating on that bird.

Butchering the monster bird's carcass is no easy feat, especially since you aren't a butcher (that you know of) and are mostly going off of hazy recollections of baking turkeys once a year. Oh, and the fact that the bird you're trying to cook is the size of a goddamn Tyrannosaurus rex (albeit a lot longer in the leg and neck and smaller in the torso). There's more meat than you know what to do with, and some of it looks significantly less appetizing than the others, so you focus on the part of a bird you've always preferred eating when getting fried chicken: the legs.

You shove your harpoon through one of the bird's enormous thighs (once you pried off the feathers and scales, of course) and take some of the stranger instruments in your kitchen to prop it up over a fire you've made out of some sufficiently dry driftwood you've found, and proceed to slowly roast the meat to... well, not perfection, but edibility.

The drumstick is so large, though, that roasting it all in time for dinner is an unlikely prospect, so instead of rotating the rotisserie you decide to just cook one side at a time and call it good. That's... probably fine, right? And if it's not, hey, you're an amnesiac sailor, not an amnesiac chef.

At least one person enjoys your cooking. Clutching a huge chunk of roast stork meat in her long, hook-clawed fingers, Calibani's expression is full of delight as she tears into her meal with insatiable hunger. It's a sight that's at once endearing and terrifying, for while her obvious love for your cooking feels very complimentary, watching her sharp teeth tear into the flesh of that bird keeps reminding you of how she wanted to set those same chompers on you just last night. Plus her teeth don't seem to be fully rooted to her jaw like yours - there's a lot of movement going on behind her lips as she tears the chunk of meat apart that goes beyond the human act of mastication that you're used to seeing.

"What did you call this again?" Calibani asks between mouthfuls of stork meat. "Cooking?"

"Yeah, cooking," you reply. "It makes our food healthier, and it tastes better too."

"That's fantastic!" she squeals after taking another ravenous bite. "I never knew you humans were so clever!"

You laugh. "This isn't even good cooking. If I had some spices, I could-"

Her eyes go wide as she lunges forward and grabs your hands. "Let's find some spices!" she says, her smile wide and and just a bit crazy as her serpentine eyes peer deep into yours. "I'm serious! I want to try good cooking! Where do spices come from?"

You scratch the back of your head. "I dunno, India, I think?"

"Then let's go to India!" She beams at your before adding, "Where's India?"

"I don't know, I don't even know where we are!"

"But I told you, sweetness, we're in the Sea of Monsters!" Calibani shoots you a skeptical yet amused glance. "Don't tell me you forgot that already!"

"No, no, I remember, I just don't know where the Sea of Monsters is in relation to India," you say before adding, "And besides, people crossing the sea to take spices from India has historically resulted in some horrendous shit."

Calibani crosses her arms, puffs out her cheeks, and pouts. "Harrumph!"

Scratching your head again, you suggest "But maybe we can find spices elsewhere?"

Calibani's face lights up again. "Yay! Spices!" She goes back to eating her chunk of stork meat, while you look over the roasting drumstick and think about the day's events.

"Why did they run?" you ask quietly, more to yourself than Calibani.

"Hrmm?" Calibani looks up at you with a huge chunk of meat hanging from between her needle-teeth, then swallows it whole before asking, "Why did who run?"

"The storks," you answer. "They had us outnumbered, easily. Why'd they all take off when we killed their pal here? Why not finish us off?"

"Because they didn't think of that."

You blink, having not expected an actual answer to your question, much less one delivered so bluntly. You look at Calibani, and she has her eyebrows raised like what she's saying should be obvious.

"Most creatures don't think of themselves as part of a group, but as individuals," she explains. "When things go South, their first thought isn't 'what should we do,' but rather, 'what can I do to keep myself safe?' Just a knee-jerk reaction of short-term self-preservation. Those storks saw one of their own die, and each one thought, 'Oh, that could be me next,' and decided to bail. Most creatures work that way."

You nod, realizing her explanation makes an odd sort of sense.

"You're different, though."

That addition hits you like a semi truck. "Whuh?" you grunt in confusion.

Calibani is looking at you very thoughtfully. Her smile is smaller now, as if its flame was intentionally dampened, but no less genuine for it. "You think about others before yourself. That's why you tried to get me onto your boat last night, why you didn't let me fall overboard, why you gave me this nice fuzzy thing to wear-"

"It's called a sweater-"

"Right, a sweater, I remember." She smiles as she rubs the sleeve against her cheek to feel its soft texture. "And it's why you warned me when that bird was coming for us. You could have just run - some would even say that was wise, since I've given you nothing but trouble anyway." Her small, soft smile manages to radiate even brighter than the big ones she was giving earlier. "But you warned me, because that's the kind of person you are. I've never met anyone who acts that way before."

She looks down at her meat, as if afraid to meet your gaze, and you look away too as your struggle to figure out how to even begin responding to her analysis of you. Thankfully, the gap in the discussion proves unbearable for her too, as she breaks the silence with a new topic.

"That harpoon is really amazing! I never would have thought I could take down a creature as big as that bird, not in a million, billion years, but here we are, feasting on its remains thanks to your pointy little stick! You humans are really resourceful, aren't you?"

"Yeah, we're... clever." Your voice trails off as a flurry of thoughts and feelings rain down inside your head. "Calibani?"

"Yes, Sailor?"

"I..." You trail off again. "Um..." There are so many things you want to discuss, but you're not sure where to begin. It seems like the time again to consult your compass.

(We're in another conversation scene, so feel free to reply with questions/discussion topics to bring up. You can offer as many as you like, just make sure you label your suggestions with the Direction they'd correspond to. The more replies this gets, the more in-depth the conversation will be!)

[bluedolup]

~Haiykuu Head Cannons: Karasuno Edition~

Hinata

He’s actually a really good dancer. If he didn’t discover that tiny giant video, he would become a professional dancer. Besides volleyball, he does dance on the side, but he keeps it a secret from his friends and the team. The only people that know are his family and Takedai-senpai because he walked in on him once. Hinata thought he was alone, and he did a short and quick dance, but Takeda-sensei came in early and caught him. He did promise not to tell anyone about Hinata's begging. He would also have a secret TikTok account that he would post dancing videos to, and he would post his own original videos and K-Pop dance routines.

Kagayama

He would babysit his little cousins and younger family members and he’s actually really good at it. He keeps it a secret because he's scared Tsukishima might make fun of him. He would babysit either on weekends or on vacations like Golden Week or Summer/Winter breaks. He never thought of having kids in the future but after babysitting he might rethink it.

Daichi

He used to be a chubby baby. He lost most of his weight during middle school and doesn’t even remember being chubby. He found out when Suga and Ashai came over for the first time to his house and his mother was there and she showed them Daichis baby pictures. The three boys were all shocked when he saw that Daichi was a pretty chubby baby and ever since that day Suga and Ashai would make fun of him. They didn’t mean it of course but Daichi always prayed that no one else finds out, not because he’s ashamed, it’s because he doesn’t want it to be such a big thing.

Suga

He can bake. His mother would teach him how to bake when he was younger and he still does it to this day. Everyone on the team knows about it, including Ukai and Takeda-sensei and he would bring in baked treats once and a while for them. The only downfall is he doesn’t know how to make a certain dessert which is flan. He always wanted to learn how to make it because it wasn’t native to Japan but he never got the hang of it. It pissed him off a lot but the team always gives him support with the whole thing, making Suga try and try again but always failing at the end. On an upper note, Suag is an expert in making red velvet cupcakes which are his favorites.

Asahi

He can play the electric guitar. Asahi had a slight emo phase and he bought himself an electric guitar and he learned it pretty quickly. He used to play it everyday during the night but after he joined volleyball he really didn’t have time to play that much anymore. It stayed in his room collecting dust and he honestly forgot about it but he got asked about it by Noya and he decided to find it…and sell it for some money to put towards college.

Nishinoya

He watches every Gordan Ramsey show. Hell's Kitchen, Kitchen Nightmare, Hotel Hell, EVERYTHING! He binge watches them and he would quote the man randomly in some situations. He knows nothing about cooking though but he does know how to run a kitchen and how idiotic people can be with their jobs. He’s always wanted to meet the man but he is also too scared to have a convo with him because he doesn’t want to get yelled at.

Tanaka

He wants to travel the world. After high school, he wants to travel out of Japan and go visit America. He wanted to buy a vacation home in one of the states and travel again to visit some other Asian countries like Korea, China, and India. England, Greece, and Rome are also on the list but he wants to visit those with Kiyoko. He thinks it would be a romantic trip for the both of them and he mainly wants to impress her.

Tsukishima

He has never eaten candy. His parents wanted him to grow up healthy which meant getting him used to healthy foods. They didn’t let him eat anything sweet or with too many calories and only gave him foods with high nutrition and protein. There were never any chocolates or candies in the house as he was growing up and now that he’s older, he isn’t fond of sweets. He has tried them before but he spits them right out and complains of how bad they are. He does, although, enjoy the taste of caramel. It’s the only thing he can stomach and now that he’s older, his parents let him eat anything he wants because they know how responsible he is. He wouldn't eat it all the time or alone even, he would only eat it with fruits like mangoes or strawberries and only during celebrations like his birthday, christmas, and Halloween.

Yamaguchi

He has eight piercings. He lost a bet back in junior high and was forced to get them but he soon got used to them and didn’t mind them. No one but Tsuki knows of course and he wouldn’t really show them off because they can’t have piercings in japanese schools. He wouldn;t show them off outside of school either because he’s a little shy but he’ll probably wear jewelry when he’s older or in college. If you’re curious, his piercings are three on each ear, his nose, and bellybutton. On his left ear he has one on his lobe, an orbital, and a helix. On his right ear he has an industrial, daith, and an upper lobe. He has a septum bull ring and a small piercing right above his belly button.

Ennoshita

He drinks tea daily. He seems like that kind of person who would enjoy all the flavors. It also is a good way for him to relax after practice. When you have to deal with Tanaka and Noya after Daichi I think you would need something to do to relax yourself before you lose your shit. The thing is that he didn’t like tea when he was younger, he always thought it was too strong and he doesn’t like hot drinks a lot but when he was stressing over exams, one of the second years suggested tea to him. He gave it a try and he has been on it ever since.

Kiyoko

She enjoys watching and doing makeup and skincare videos. She was never the type to get into all that but then she saw Yachi watching it one time she was hooked. She spent most of her money on makeup and skincare and started with following tutorials and posting the photos on Instagram and soon enough she started posting review videos on products and her own tutorials. Tanaka and Noya lose their shit every time.

Yachi

She's a slave to rhythm games. She started in junior high and never got over it. She would play during her free time but after becoming Karasuno's manager, she spent less time on them. She would minimize the time to only playing during lunch and at home. Hinata would watch amazed at her talent and asked to play, he would lose every game.

[demeterdefence]

Thinking about your "Rachel bashing og greek myths" post, methinks she believed herself to be making greek culture a favor similarly to the author of The Phantom of Manhattan, the unofficial sequel to The Phantom of the Opera

In the preface, the author begins by saying that Phantom, unlike Frankenstein or Dracula, barely made a dent in world culture until Andrew Lloyd Webber came along to make the musical, which he considers the "true" version even tho like...it wouldn't exist without the novel! He bashes Gaston Leroux and basically states that his attempt at writing failed miserably and it's like DUDE, again, the musical and your problematic sequel wouldn't even exist without it, and just because it was bigger in France than in the usa it doesn't mean it had zero impact in culture

But of COURSE unless it's usa-approved then it doesn't count and isn't worth anything *sarcasm*

PHENOMENAL point, FANTASTIC point, absolutely true and correct

i can't be a total dick and say this is an issue solely created and implemented by rachel, because we've seen non-western cultures and religions absolutely whitewashed to hell and back - like, people have been drawing jesus of the bible as white for centuries when he was a middle eastern palestinian jewish man, and good god look what the west has done to the religions of india, china, and japan. but it's the way these kinds of stories drip with a sort of smugness in removing the original culture, in depicting it as backwards and broken.

rachel wants to claim she's making a feminist retelling, but the original myth was already feminist. ancient greece didn't pretend their society was not fiercely male dominated and patriarchal, and hades stealing persephone was absolutely in line with the traditional myths - the twist is that demeter wins. demeter punishes the male gods who stole her daughter, and the ferocity of her rage and grief forces hades and zeus to give in. if persephone hadn't eaten the pomegrante seeds, she wouldn't be in the underworld at all! this is a story that is so clearly a triumph for the mothers and daughters of ancient greece, of many worlds over, because it depicted explicitly that a mother's love was more powerful than even the gods. and rachel pisses all over that.

literally even going beyond that, looking at the society that is olympus and the underworld - all the technology they use, all the innovations they have. who exactly is making these??? where exactly is the material coming from??? you can handwave away most of the inventions by saying it's magic, but we've seen demeter talk about algebra, which was invented in the ninth century by a muslim scholar from persia. in speedrunning to this so called perfect modernized world, rachel actually erases the cultural offerings and developments of dozens of other ancient worlds, and kind of just gives the credit to the underworld, which is run by a slave driver.

persephone constantly bemoans the dullness of the mortal realm, and prefers to literally lounge around doing nothing, when the mortal realm is inventing the olympic games, the democratic forum, FOOTBALL. you have thousands of things to show the gods involved in - largely because the gods were the patrons!!! why do we never see zeus looking over the olympic games??? they happen in his sanctuary!!!

like the disdain rachel has for ancient greece is insane. she can't even bother to research the food typical of the time period, seeing as she writes persephone being looked down on for being vegetarian when vegetables were a key and staple diet of ancient greece. one could argue that a vast majority of ancient greece were vegetarian by general habit. she's baking cheesecake and french desserts and having fast food and carrot cake and maybe - maybe - she'll mention baklava. the ancient greeks are FAMOUS for their art, but we sure wouldn't know that from lore olympus. the only character who even references ancient greek music is apollo, with his lyre, and that's not exactly a ringing endorsement.

and this is not to say that an adaption has to follow the ancient text to a t - that's just not feasible and no one is expected to do so. but there's really something to how rachel does dismiss or ignore the canonical importance of so many of these stories to replace them with a western interpretation. even the therapy speak is grating. in episode 227, when persephone is talking about the concept of virginity, she's absolutely correct in pointing out how that's largely a social construct - but in light of the world she lives in and the world she helps control, the same idea could have been reached through means other than americanized psych talk.

so often, people will look back at the ancient world and think we are morally superior because we do not have the same views, or we have seemingly "developed." that is a view i abhor, because it removes the very act of learning and developing and understanding. rachel really talked big about how removing the incest of ancient greece made the story better, but incidentally, she managed to also take out the feminism, and literally the entire lgbt culture of ancient greece. apollo was even considered the patron of homosexuality! he was called to bless same-sex unions! zeus had DOZENS of male lovers; ares, hephestus, and hermes had known male relationships, and several of the ancient heroes and gods of greek mythology were described in terms we would refer to as transgender in modern times.

if rachel had gone "i'm writing a love story that's originally inspired by the myth of persephone and hades but it's very much modern and removed from the myths" that would be one thing, and i would not be bristling at that; myths have inspired countless stories over the centuries and will continue to do so for centuries to come. the problem is rachel wants to claim a rooting in these myths with zero understanding of how they work or why they work, and absolutely lets her contempt for the ancients shine through in every single aspect of her comic. it's gross and it's petty and she deserves none of the self-appointed "mythology expert" she's given herself.

[metamatar]

This might sound like I am trolling or I am hating but I am not. I am absolutely not sending you this ask as a jibe. I swear it. But is there anything in this world you like? I mean I know you like machines. I know you are studying something related to computers. So I know you love them. But then I turn around and I see your posts and all I see is "this is bad and that is bad"( you aren't wrong in somethings that I know of and I don't really have the knowledge on others). But it's like there's nothing in the world that's right ( that might actually be true) and you can see right through them. For example astrology. I know that when hindu people marry here, in India, even when everything falls into place, some priest would sit with birthcharts to calculate the compatibility. To see if the woman is "lucky" for the man. And then will perform this huge yagya to bypass the "faults" and charge huge amount of money. So I see it.

But I also remember during a very depressing time when nothing was getting through me, I tried someone's free card reading and whatever the reading was it kind of gave me a little hope ( it could have very well gone the other way and discouraged me further). I think that is why everyday people do this. Astrology, tealeaf reading etc. It makes them feel in control of their life, makes them hope, makes them explain away things that come out of nowhere ( a fracture of relationship, a unsuccessful attempt at clearing a prelims/mains exam, a loss). Protects sanity maybe.

I digressed. Point is, when I see you talking, it seems like you are always so far removed from everything. Well maybe except for nature. Birds in particular. And baking/cooking (?). And reading of course.

"u seem like ur a hater. except for the things i noticed you don't hate."

btw your digression is the most interesting part of this, bc you're onto a critique of religion first popularised by Karl Marx: The abolition of religion as the illusory happiness of the people is the demand for their real happiness. To call on them to give up their illusions about their condition is to call on them to give up a condition that requires illusions. The criticism of religion is, therefore, in embryo, the criticism of that vale of tears of which religion is the halo.

[sparkly-trashfire]

@majimaisms

last song: it’s full nostalgia season around here, so Stupid Girl by Garbage has been on repeat lately

favourite colour: default response used to be purple (and I still love purple!), but deep emerald or forest green is my favorite for the past few years. It just feels so rich and vibrant and calming

last book: honestly, I’m in a book slump, which is weird for me since my job is books, but the last one I finished was The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels by India Holton. Think pirates by Jane Austen. 

last movie: I put on Barbie to help me ugly cry and laugh my way through the holiday slump

last tv show: the spouse and I got really high on mushroom gummies and watched Like a Dragon: Yakuza. It was so bad we had to enjoy it. I also just finished the last season of Bake Off, so there’s that. 

sweet/spicy/savoury: depends on the day really. Spicy no longer loves me back, and I prefer savory to sweet most of the time. However, I will commit crimes for my dark chocolate coffee beans, so……

last thing i searched for online: age of Bill Skarsgård because my work conversations are weird af all the time

current obsession: RGG and the Yakuza games. I’m (re)playing 8 right now. I just did 0, Kiwami 1 & 2, 3-7, Ishin, and Gaiden. I’m fresh off the BG3 brain rot. I currently have a hate obsession with AI that probably requires its own essay. Also, Batman: Wayne Family Adventures is my love. It’s the only Batman content I care about anymore.   

looking forward to: Majima as a pirate of course, I’m hyping myself up to get back into all my crafty hobbies (I have so many things I want to draw!!!), and I have a new bookcase to put together and fill, which is always the dream

[punjabigrillbali]

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[sakamakisaywhat]

Hello,can I get headcannons on How would the diaboys react to an indian s/o (btw I really love your blog)😄

You didn't specify characters so I've just done the Sakamakis :)

I'm not from india and I don't really know anything about indian culture so I had to look a lot up, sorry if anything is not accurate! I don't think that they would treat you any differently so this ended up being how would they react to certain things lol

SHU

Shu wouldn't react much when you initially tell him you're Indian, but you will probably have to fend off several kama sutra jokes before you put your foot down

Indian classical music is so different from the Western fare he grew up performing, so he'd be intrigued by any old songs you have to show him

Might even try to master some traditional instruments if he gets the opportunity

REIJI

He'd be very interested in India's history, especially since there are still so many ancient practices and languages alive for him to learn about

Probably the most likely to ask you to actually take him to visit India

And of course, knowing he's a tea maniac, how could you not introduce him to chai? He wouldn't drink anything else for weeks

AYATO

For some reason, I see Ayato as being really shocked that you're not Japanese - the first time he hears you speaking your native language throws him for a loop

("Ayato," you say, "I even have an accent when I speak Japanese..." and he's standing there as if you've told him you've got three tits)

To his credit he does try to engage in your culture, but his way of doing it is searching "cool funny indian things????" on YouTube

Don't bring him to any weddings because he will have tried to learn some terrible 2000s Indian pop music video choreography and he will perform it

KANATO

Kanato would love seeing you dressed up in your traditional clothing for any occasion - it's not the frills and pastel colours he's used to but he'd be obsessed with seeing you in a sari

It's a bonus if you can bake him some of your sweets, too - he was hesitant to try them at first since they're a little different from Japanese cuisine, but now he loves jalebi especially

LAITO

Laito is excited to get to know Indian culture - you're both Asian but it's so different, he wants to know aaall about you

Very into the movies and ugly-cries at them

When he meets your aunties they adore him, it’s kind of embarrassing how easily he charms them

And also kind of sad how they seem to like him more than you...

SUBARU

Of course Subaru's noticed that you look different from the other Japanese students at school, but he's never thought to ask you that much about India

Subaru has never been passionate about human food, but he surprisingly likes what you cook, especially the spicy curries from your region

You are yet to convince him to try any dancing, though

[pie-of-flames]

Beatles Asks - 3, 7 and 13 please!

I'm gonna do these separately because it's a lot.

3. What’s your opinion on The Beatles wives?

This is a very broad topic.

Cynthia: I read Cynthia’s book John: A Biography. Of course, any book like this has to be take with a grain of salt, assuming some level of self-interest and faulty memories. Even so, my heart really goes out to her after reading this. I believe she and John were truly in love. The pics of them together are always really cute. But I kind of doubt they would have married if she hadn’t gotten pregnant. Either John fell out of love or was too fucked up in general, or his mental issues were exacerbated by Beatlemania and later, heavy drug use, for the marriage to last long. He neglected Cyn and Julian horribly and was a gigantic asshole. For example, he hounded her to take acid and then, when she finally did and had a bad trip, he completely neglected her and left her alone to suffer. She says she even considered suicide during that trip. And don’t even get me started on the divorce. He really mistreated her. Granted, he was probably emotionally incapable of treating her with humanity, given his mental health issues. But he was just horrible and acted unforgivably.

Pattie: I also read the George part of Pattie’s book, Wonderful Tonight. She seems fine. I don’t have any feelings about her one way or another. They’re cute together. Both she and George were so young then. George was a shit near the end, of course.

Yoko: You know, who really knows what was going on between her and John? I do think they were genuinely in love. But I also think, in May 1968 when they got together, the relationship offered transactional benefits to both of them. She obviously wanted to snag a Beatle and become famous. She’d been stalking John for a pretty long time. And John desperately needed a “guru” to give he life structure and focus. He was really flailing after India, clearly in mental distress after losing Brian (and Whatever Happened In India™ which may have involved John feeling like he’d lost Paul somehow) and doing huge amounts of acid again. (Enter my theory that he had borderline personality disorder where you latch on to an Important Person to provide your identity.) Both of them were all on board with a codependent, all-consuming relationship. She doesn't seem like a particularly nice person, what with the stories about her ordering around Apple employees like they were her personal servants. She also seems very manipulative, but then again, so was John. Personally, I cannot stand her "singing" (I study classical singing, so...it's just painful to listen to.)

Skipping to the seventies, my impression is John wanted Yoko to control his life and she did,         although they also seemed to enjoy playing power games with each other. I don’t know why he went back to her after the Lost Weekend, but I assume part of it was a need to give up control to another person. It’s hard to tell if they were still in love in the seventies. I would love to find out what was really going on between them in this period because there’s such a drastic difference in opinions, like “happy, bread baking house husband” narrative vs. “depressed, in bed getting high and watching TV” all the time narrative.

Linda: I do think there was a bit of the starfucker in her but she and Paul were obviously in love and devoted to each other, as far as we can tell. No other thoughts. I don't really know much about her. I’m grateful for all her photos of Paul. :)

Later Paul wives: no opinion, I don’t know enough.

Olivia: same. I'm glad she and George were able to have Dhani.

[kiarajoshi]

For those interested in pursuing this as a career, our 9 month advance display is ideal. A wide and in-depth lesson plan covers skills such as chocolate-making, chocolate displays, sugar art, plated desserts, and modern French pastries. The course helps students to create works of art and precision that will grant them placements in hotels, restaurants, and bakeries, or start patisseries of their own.

[tarnished-butsogrand]

oops i thought i had haha well hi again!

lol that’s why i can’t listen to regular music, i get distracted singing along! video game soundtracks are good too they’re def designed to make you zone out and focus on what you’re doing. pfff i can’t read or write with music either, unless it’s lofi. also weirdly i love boba shop asmr of them making drinks.

ooo i like a lot of music! i listen to a lot of rock, alt rock, lot of 90s singer/songwriter, but i’m also a huge kpop stan so i listen to a lot of that. big david bowie fan, norah jones, but also bts, txt, stray kids, and a bunch of others. what about you?

ooo that’s so interesting, i’m sending holiday pal messages to another person too and she’s also indian! i love how much im learning about your holiday celebrations! i know a little bit about Kali but not much. what do u like best about her?? and what do u do to celebrate? that sounds so cool! i wish we had festivals for goddesses! for christmas we do a lot of decorating, baking, watching christmas films, making cozy foods, lots of chocolate, of course gifts we open on christmas morning. we’re always gifted new pajamas that we’re supposed to open on christmas eve, but me and my sister really wanted to wear them leading up to christmas so my mom let us open them early this year haha.

does it get cold where u live? 🌸❄️

Hello friend!

Ahh, I never realised that about video game music, it actually makes a lot of sense? I need to try it out. Maybe it can be my secret weapon because I desperately need one right now. 😭 ASMR is so relaxing to me, it really puts me at ease, so I totally understand where you're coming from.

I used to(still) have a Queen sideblog, and I religiously listened to Queen music for quite some time, and I got introduced to a lot of rock music back then. But I'm a pop girlie at heart, I think, even though I am not choosey about what I listen to. I remember watching BTS music videos back in 2017- there's a song called Save Me, right? There are unreal - the choreography and the music, the song still plays in my ears. Absolutely breathtaking.

So, there's this one fact about her, if you've seen any of her pictures, you'll see she has her tongue out, and there's Lord Shiva underneath her feet. Lord Shiva, who's supposed to be her husband. I always used to wonder why and then I learned that she went on a rampage killing demons ("rakshasa"). She was causing so much bloodshed, but the other gods didn't know how to stop her, so they asked Lord Shiva to intervene. He lay down on the battlefield, and she was so blinded with rage that she didn't notice and stepped on him. And took out her tongue as an expression of "Oops" (it's a gesture that is quite commonplace here, but it might not be elsewhere). So that's the story. She is actually a form of Goddess Parvati, and the reason I like her so much is she represents to me, the inherent strength of being a woman. We are not all dainty and pretty, there's a side to us that's not to be messed with. She's also dark skinned, and there's a lot of colorism that happens in India (read:most of the other goddesses are portrayed as fair). Hence, I have always looked up to her.

She's so revered (you could say for the wrong reasons in this example) that robbers used to pray to her to not get caught. There's something about violent men praying to a Goddess for mercy that is kind of intriguing and ironic. The days leading up to it, have Bhoot Chaturdashi ( which is kind of like the Bengali Halloween) where we light fourteen diyas and place them all around our houses to ward off evil spirits that we believe roam freely that night. We personally don't celebrate Kali Pujo at our house (it's a big ceremony and needs people and space) but there are a lot of other idols that are put up around the city and we visit them. Also it coincides with Diwali, so there's a lot of lights and fireworks as well even though our family doesn't burst firecrackers anymore.

Sorry it got so long 😭 Thank you for showing interest, I really appreciate it a lot. ❤️

Your Christmas Pyjamas tradition sounds so cute! What all do you bake? What's your fave thing to bake? Have you put up your tree yet? What Christmas movie is your favourite to watch? I have lots of questions!

It doesn't snow here, of course, but it can get quite chilly. One winter, it went down to 5 degrees Celsius. How cold does it get where you live? Does it snow?

[the12thnightproject]

Chapter 50: Radiance -While waiting for the next wormhole, Shingen and Katsuko enjoy domestic fluff, birthday cake, and snowboarding… but an old video leads to an unsettling discovery.

Shingen x OC; Kenshin x MC (Mai)

Previous Chapter: Here

Logline - Disguised as a boy, Katsuko finds herself working for Shingen, but her dangerous masquerade becomes difficult to sustain when she falls for the man with a fatal secret.

With ten weeks until the next wormhole opened, modern Japan ended up being kind of a vacation for Shingen and I. Rather than join Sasuke in Kyoto, we elected to stay in Nagano since it was more or less home turf for both of us. Thanks to Aki’s generosity (I considered it an employee bonus and figured I had earned every penny – especially since he hadn’t ever paid me an actual salary), I had more than enough money to rent a decent furnished apartment for a few months.

Before the winter kicked in, we rented a motorcycle several times and toured through the countryside, riding down to the Yamanashi Prefecture, formerly Kai. After some discussion, we elected not to visit the Tsutsujigasaki historic site – it would be too strange and jarring. “When we go to Tsutusjigasaki Castle,” he told me, “it will be as it was, so I can introduce you to its people.”

In return, I showed him all of my old kid haunts – not that there were that many – and my favorite places to hike and climb. And of course, Shingen being Shingen, we created our own tour of Teahouses and bakeries around the city.

Sasuke came up from Kyoto every other week, mostly to hang out, but also to report what was going on with the wormhole and his investigation into the mystery of Aki. The latter was unfortunately stalled due to his parents having taken a sabbatical trip through China – they’d rented their house out to a businessman from India.

On my own, I was doing similar research on my old mentor, but to no one’s surprise, he kept an extremely low internet footprint. Nothing like putting your primary residence 450 years in the past to help you stay off the grid. Similarly, though I haunted the library and archive sites, I was unable to find a lead on “Hikosane.” If he had done something important during his lifetime, it wasn’t in the historical record.

The first weekend in December, Sasuke came up and took Shingen out for a man-bonding afternoon. That was how Sasuke described it. I described it as “get him out of the house so I can bake him a birthday cake.” The birthday meal itself, I would trust to delivery, but I wanted to at least make him something sweet.

Cooking and baking were not activities I had done a much of after my mother died, but prior to that, I’d been the primary cook, not just for meals but also desserts. I had gone through a phase where I baked the most decadent things I could find, hoping to tempt her to – Ah… maybe that was why I wasn’t a huge fan of sweets now? I jotted that down in a notebook my therapist was having me keep. I had decided to see a therapist for my claustrophobia and nightmares. They were never as bad when I was with Shingen, but I felt it wasn’t his job to deal with my mental health – I needed to take responsibility for that. Obviously, there wasn’t a lot I could accomplish before we headed back through the wormhole in the Spring (I told my therapist I was moving to Vancouver) but I hoped to at least have the tools I needed to keep moving forward.

I checked the temperature of the cake layers that were cooling on wire racks. Online, I’d found what looked like (per the number of stars the recipe had) an extremely decadent recipe for chocolate and strawberry cake. While I might never win any cake decorating contests, I was confident the cake would at least taste good. Just as I finished mixing up the buttercream frosting, Shingen and Sasuke came through the door, stomping snow off their boots.

“Sorry to bring him back early – the snow’s getting fairly deep.” Sasuke hates driving in snow. For that matter, Shingen’s not terribly fond of being a passenger when Sasuke is driving, so I ought to have expected an early return.

“No worries.” I’d been listening to the weather reports. Deep snow tonight meant this weekend I could finally take them snowboarding – an excursion that we’d planned for as soon as the weather cooperated.

“What’s all this?” Shingen eyed the cake and the bowl of frosting with the intent interest of a sugar fiend who’d been held hostage in a health spa for a decade. “If it tastes as good as it smells, then I’d say we’ve gotten back right on time.”

“I hope that wasn’t supposed to be a surprise.” Sasuke headed to the coffee machine that we kept out just for him, as neither Shingen nor I had ever developed a taste for it (though Shingen did have a fondness for those fancy caramel mocha lattes they sold at the chain coffee shop – go figure).

“No, it was to prevent… that.” Shingen had grabbed the bowl of frosting and a spoon. I took the bowl away. “That goes on the cake,” I said. He gave me an adorable little boy frown. I leaned closer and said to him quietly. “If there’s any leftover after that, we can have it later… I’ll take the role of the cake.”

Shingen had been stealthily reaching the spoon for a raid on the frosting, but upon hearing that hastily aborted the mission. I ran my finger along the edge of the bowl, scooping up a small amount of frosting on it, and held it out to him. “Will this hold you for a while?”

He sucked my finger into his mouth and licked away the frosting. “For dessert, yes. For you, my sweet Devil, not even close.” He backed me into the counter and dipped me into a kiss. He tasted of chocolate and snow and promises.

“Not a full wall, so I suppose that’s a half-kabedon,” Sasuke toasted us with his mug of coffee.

“Only the Russian judge will care.” I scooted out from under Shingen’s arms, then handed him my phone. “This cake will not frost itself. Why don’t you guys pick a place and order dinner. In this weather it could take a while to get here.”

Shingen opened up the restaurant delivery app. “Any preferences?”

“Your birthday, you pick. Just order something vegetarian for me.” I began putting the crumb coat of frosting onto the cake and pretended not to notice when Shingen stole another taste.

Sasuke rescued the cake from becoming a “naked cake” by taking Shingen into the other room to watch TV – they were working their way through the original Star Trek. I’m not sure Shingen was all that into the show, but it was fun to watch Sasuke watch it. Apparently, he and Gene Rodenberry had incompatible views on the science of space travel. Already I could hear him grumbling that spaceships didn’t need to ‘bank’ in zero gravity.

While I lost myself in the soothing rhythm of cake frosting (given the number of tiktok and youtube videos of people frosting cakes, I wasn’t the only person to appreciate the ASMR quality of cake decorating), I let my gaze wander from where I could see Shingen and Sasuke joking around in front of the tv set, to the window, where the late afternoon snow was lightly brushing against the window.

Respite.

There was that word again. Away from the stress and danger of the Sengoku, Shingen and I were cocooning in this little apartment, learning how to be together without distraction. Once we got back, we’d both have our battles to fight. I was determined to find Aki and demand an explanation, while Shingen was making plans to try to wrest Kai from Nobunaga. But until then, it was nice to have this comfort of daily living together, in order to strengthen what we’d need to face these challenges, both as individuals, and as ‘us.’

Later, after we’d finished dinner and a good portion of the birthday cake, the sugar crash hit, and we all sprawled lazily on the couch, good naturedly debating what to watch, without making any real effort to actually make a decision.

“Are you going to finish that?” Shingen indicated the remainder of the slice of cake that I hadn’t managed to eat.

Oof. Even if I thought I could move (too full), or wanted to move (too comfortable under Shingen’s arm) I didn’t want it. I’d made the cake to his tastes, not mine. “It’s about eighty percent frosting – go ahead. I’ve never liked that much sugar.”

He reached for it, then paused. “Except for the sweets from the Teahouse in Kasugayama – you liked those.”

I made a show of looking innocently at the ceiling and folding my hands penitently while Sasuke snickered quietly from his end of the couch.

Here came the forehead flick. “Really, Devil?”

“I never actually said I liked them. I simply didn’t correct your assumption that I did.” I resisted the urge to rub spot he’d just flicked. No need to encourage him.

“What am I going to do with her?” Shingen addressed Sasuke, who looked like he wanted to yeet out of the conversation completely. “She happily lies to me, steals my clothes” (oh yeah, I was wearing his shirt again), “-falls out of trees-”   

“Alright, enough about that.” I gestured to Sasuke’s tablet, which was currently wirelessly connected to our TV. “Sasuke, go to youtube.” I gave him the address of the old youtube page that Toshiie and I had put up when we were still teenagers. Hopefully after so many years, it was still there. “We’re going to settle this tree thing once and for all.”

Sasuke did that ninja typing thing again. “Password?”

“Tony_Stark1610.”

“Ironman? Really Katsuko, you need better privacy settings than that.” He brought up the page. The freerunning videos were at the top, but we were going to go further back than that.

“Shut it, Spidey I was fourteen when I created this page.” No one would have been looking for it in any case.

He sighed. “At least you didn’t use your pets’ name or your birthday.”

“Sixteen ten is her birthday,” Shingen offered.

Also, Tony Stark had been the name of my cat, but I was not going to bring that up to Sasuke. “I’ll change the password later.” I directed him to the oldest video on the page.

It had been the last time I’d ever competed in artistic gymnastics – a small local competition. My mother, who normally was my biggest supporter had been having a bad week and that morning hadn’t left her bed. Toshiie had filmed the event so she could see it later. As far as I knew, she’d never watched. I’d quit soon after that – I’d only been doing it for her to begin with, and I didn’t have the funds -or the talent - to move up to an elite level. Not that that mattered now. What was on the video would likely look more impressive than it actually was.

Shingen and Sasuke watched my fourteen-year-old self tumble and flip across the balance beam. “There will be no more talk of me falling out of trees.”

“Can you teach me some of that? It would come in handy for a moderately awesome ninja.” Sasuke had a faraway look in his eyes. Likely imagining surprising Yuki or Kenshin with new tricks.

“Ah, now I understand what you meant about training as a performer from a young age.” Shingen watched teen Katsuko slide into a full split then dismount the beam with a flourish. “Are you still that flexible, Devil?”

Nobody with breasts and hips is that flexible. I was about to reply to that one with a forehead flick of my own, when the next video began. “I had no idea he posted this – Sasuke click stop.”

It was the freerunning video from the day of the wormhole – just seeing the view of the building that I was about to ascend brought back the feelings of restlessness and anxiety from that year.

“What’s wrong?” As usual, Shingen was tuned into my emotions and he picked up my hand and held it comfortingly.

“The day we got swept into the Sengoku, Toshiie filmed this. I was just surprised that he’d had time to put it on the page.” Discovering this was like time-traveling to my younger self in an archival wormhole.

“May I watch? I’d like to get a sense of the weather conditions that day – it’s a rare opportunity to have this type of data for analysis.” Sasuke had instantly become alert, ready to flip into Weird Science Mode.

“Um, if we play this, I need to warn you in advance – I was a lot more of a daredevil back then, and my brother and I fought about what I did here.” Which was why I was surprised he’d uploaded it. Maybe to try to talk me out of taking risks.

“So noted.” Shingen didn’t actually promise not to get upset, but Sasuke had already pressed start. I resisted the urge to watch Shingen, especially when I almost fell off a three-story building, but I could feel his tension at that point, and… what was that? “Wait, Sasuke, can you play that back?”

“I really don’t want to see you almost die again.” Yeah, Shingen sounded upset and his hand was almost squeezing mine too hard.

“Don’t watch me – look beyond that… left side of the roof.” Something had distracted me that day – that was why I had nearly fallen to begin with. “There.”

“I see it!” Sasuke paused the video and pinch zoomed. “What the hell is that?”

There had been someone else on the roof – a blurry, foggy figure who then vanished into the horizon almost as if they’d unzipped the sky and climbed in. “Now I am creeped out.” There wasn’t any way to tell who – or what – that had been. “Sasuke..?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen anything like it.” He zoomed in some more, but that just added to the blur. “Permission to send a copy of this to myself?”

It might have been Aki.

It might have been Iekane.

It might have been someone completely unknown to us.

Who the hell were these people?

In any case, tracking down and confronting Aki suddenly became a lot more important.

The snowboarding expedition was a mixed success. Sasuke’s Ninja training had come in handy, and after a few basic pointers, he had left to try out his skills on an intermediate course… or more accurately, he’d wanted to further bond with a cute tourist he’d met on the ski lift.

Shingen was athletic, but this was one of the places his height was a disadvantage. With his higher center of gravity, he’d had some trouble getting into his knees. Eventually though, he’d picked it up, and soon was swooping down the training hill. He did fall a couple more times after that, but since both times he’d managed to take me down with him, I figured those had been on purpose.

After a couple hours, he noticed I was eyeing one of the half-pipes. “If you want to do that, I’m ready for a break.”

Hm. It had been seven (or, was it eight – I was never sure how to count the unknown amount of time I’d been stuck in the wormhole) years. Could I still manage it? But with Shingen voluntarily encouraging my daredevil tendencies – why not? I gave him a quick kiss. “See you at the bottom of the hill.

In no time at all, I’d dropped in and traversed the pipe. I’d kept it simple, without trying any of the tricks I used to do, aside from simple 180 turns at the top of each wall. But the rush was still there, and I zipped to the bottom with a whoop. Flying. Me and the sky. But the bigger rush? Seeing Shingen waiting for me at the base of the hill, smiling as he watched me skid to a stop.

“I once called you a moon goddess,” he said as I disengaged from the board. “I was wrong. You’re pure sunshine – made for daylight – the most radiant being I’ve ever seen.”

I smiled up at him and took his hand. “You keep that up and you’re going to melt all the snow.”

“What time are we meeting Sasuke?” he asked, while we were waiting to return our rented equipment.

“We’re not.” I pulled a hotel key card out of my pocket. I’d already packed some luggage for both of us in order to keep this a surprise. “Sasuke took an uber back to the apartment.” Or possibly he was furthering his acquaintance with the tourist he’d met earlier. “You and I are going to that hotel over there,” I pointed to the resort attached to the snow park. “Where we can celebrate your birthday by soaking in a private hot spring.”

Later, under the clear star filled sky, Shingen lowered himself with a sigh into steaming hot water. He leaned back against the natural rock formation and gazed out on the view of Mount Kosha. “This was a good idea you had.”

“I do have them, occasionally.” The combination of the snow kissed air and the hot water felt wonderful on my skin and ok- slightly – aching muscles. “I am a little sore after that… are you?”

“Given that I am close to five hundred years old, yes. These bones aren’t what they used to be.” In opposition to his statement, he swiftly pulled me onto his lap.

“I think you’re in great shape… for your age.” I ran my hands over his chest muscles.

“I fell a little bit in love with you the moment you said that. You had this challenging glint in your eyes.” He put his finger under my chin and drew my face up to his. “Yes, just like now. You hung onto that basket of pastry and acted like an insubordinate recruit.”

“In my defense, you had just set me up to be killed – hey!” Shingen removed my wet tankini top and tossed it aside. My nipples immediately tightened in the cold air. “That is not a place I want to have icicles dripping from.”

“Can’t have that.” He fastened his lips to my breast and warmed it with his mouth and tongue. “Hold still, Devil. I want to see if I can put the same look on your face that you had when you were zipping across the half-pipe.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him closer to me. “You do, Shingen. You might not always be looking my way when it’s there, but… you do.”

@bestbryn

[stoookes]

You want VK headcanons? I'll give you VK headcanons ;)

1. VK loves to cook. He can whip up a ten course meal better than five star restaurants and in a shorter time. Anyone is sick with a cold, VK prepares them the warmest, most wonderful soups. Anyone has a birthday, VK is baking the cake. India loses a match, he's ready with a freshly baked batch of cookies to make everyone feel better. He often hums and dances while cooking, which is genuinely the most adorable thing ever. Somebody messes with him, he messes up their meals. Rohit, Mahi, and the rest of the day Indian team can attest, they've been on the receiving end far too often. Whenever they've had a disagreement with VK, the rotis that night are inadvertently burnt, the daal has no salt, and the vegetables are too spicy for them to digest.

2. VK loves cuddling. For all his feistiness, this is one omega urge he can't resist. His love language is definitely physical touch. No celebration on field is complete without VK jumping into somebody's arms or burrowing his head into their neck, or being lifted off his feet and twirled around by one of his teammates. In the early days of their marriage, Pat hundred percent once woke up with VK's head laid on Pat's chest, and his hand fisted in the alpha's shirt. Pat has no idea how this happened, because he's sure they went to sleep on opposite sides of the bed, with enough space for three people to lie between them. Pat tries to pull away, but VK lets out a helpless little whine, and snuggles further into Pat's chest, and Pat just gives up and lets VK nestle against him, because really, it's too cute.

3. VK loves to spoil his loved ones with little thoughtful gifts. VK is actually like this irl, this has been confirmed by AB de Villiers on a show called Breakfast with Champions. 😂🥰 He said something like, "If I tell Virat I like your shoes, next minute he's organizing the same shoes for me. I told him I like espresso the other day, I'm getting a coffee machine now. He's ordered it for me from Amazon." 😂 The interview I'm talking about is there on YouTube, and it's pretty sweet.

4. VK loves kids. As an omega, he's naturally nurturing and caring, and that's one aspect of his omega personality he doesn't suppress at all. He can quiet down a crying child within minutes, he loves giving his friends' children a piggy back ride, he always has chocolates and other sweets in his bag to give to kids he sees, he often loses purposely when he plays cricket with the kids. Everyone coos about how he'd be a great dad when he finally has babies of his own.

5. VK never hides his omega scent on field, and the fragrance drives all the alphas crazy. VK smirks, enjoying the distracting effect it has on alphas, especially in the early days of his career, when he's the first playing omega, and nobody is used to having an omega scent in their midst for a good 7-8 hours.

6. VK is actually very commitment-phobic, because he knows that he'll never be as devoted to an alpha as he is to his career, and obviously, alphas won't be OK with him putting his career over them. So VK never lets his relationships go beyond casual flings and semi-serious dates. It's not worth getting too attached to an alpha only to get his heart broken when he decides to leave him, because after all, which alpha wants a playing omega as a husband?

7. VK is a great singer and dancer. Definitely went to singing classes as a little kid. He has a wonderful, smooth, somewhat even hypnotizing voice, but he absolutely refuses to sing when he knows he has an audience. Impromptu shower singing sessions keep happening though.

8. VK's the type of person to have a fever of 120, be sneezing, coughing, and barely able to walk straight because he's that dizzy, and still turning up to training like that, because "I'm not sick guys, you are overreacting!" 😑 Rohit gets fed up and physically puts him to bed, and stands outside his door to make sure he doesn't sneak out.

9. VK is really, really clumsy. His hand-eye-foot co-ordination is non-existent. He's always tripping over his own two feet and if a thing is a noun and it is tangible, VK will find a way to drop, break, or spill it. He simply cannot use the staircase without falling. His toe is constantly stubbed. He is physically incapable of walking inside a room with banging his shoulder or elbow into the doorframe. His whole body is always covered with little bumps, bruises, gashes, and scrapes, and he simply cannot remember how he got them in the first place. Miraculously though, he's never broken a bone in his life.

10. VK is an early bird. He's up at 4 in the dawn, going for a jog, and preparing a cup of morning tea for everyone.

1 - yes, I’ve heard this one a lot (and I’m pretty sure you’re all hunting me down if I don’t include it in o verse 😂)

2 - stop this is adorable what? 😭🥹

3 - awww I really like this one 🥰

4 - I can so see him being an absolute gem with kids

5 - Now this tracks very well (especially if you’ve read chp4 of HIPS)

6 - yeah I can definetly see this working

7 - Patty is so catching him doing this every now and then ;)

8 - ahaha, forget Rohit, Pat isn’t letting him leave the house 😂

9 - Naaww clumsy baby 🫣 Pat covers the dirt frames in foam you just know it

10 - Ehehe, I can see that being a little frustrating

Thanks for all these!

[fgo-main-chapter-tournament]

... Sonar, check. Communications, check. Alright, it's time to cruise. Let's try this out.

Hello there, Master.

As you know, me and my memory partitions of the Nemo Series are a very recent addition to the Chaldean crew. In order to better acclimate ourselves to how things work with our new crewmares, I have, alongside Sion, read over reports and other data regarding your adventures.

... However, this has led to unforeseen dissent amongst my Nemo Series. They don't usually have much infighting, but before long they started saying stuff like "the trips to Camelot were the most well-baked of them all" or "are you messing with me! Of course Londinium's exploration of machinery made it the coolest!" and other such arguments.

Good grief. I expected everyone to think of our time in India as the best one. We were as cool as a sea cucumber out there, after all.

... but I digress. What matters is, this is making the Storm Border's well-coordinated school engage on petty squabbles, which will make us easy pickings for the first big shark that comes our way.

As such, I have decided to set up a poll!

Sion and Trimegistus helped us pull together this list of your greatest voyages. Weirdly, the computer even spit out names I have never seen before. I think this looks messier than a squid's ink screen, but Sion insisted on going with this data, so here we are.

I hope my partitions will quiet down and quit snipping around like crabs once they see the people's widespread decision. So rally the forces of Chaldea, and decide which of your conquests stands the tallest above sea level!

... why it is a tournament? ... Tournaments are cool.

sigh I should see if the Director has some sweets to spare, in the meantime... Oh. This is still on.