#creative food ideas

[i-am-a-megalodon]

It's like the cake or no cake challenge but instead of cake it's mantou.

I wanna eat that.

chinese mantou by Mima-密码

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Reference: A Historical Menu

Origin — Food — Drink

1900 — tacos, quiche, schwarma, pizza, osso bucco, paella, tuna, goulash, hamburger, mousse, borscht, grapefruit, éclair, chips, bouillabaisse, mayonnaise, ravioli, crêpes, consommé — Coca Cola, soda water, riesling

1800 — spaghetti, soufflé, bechamel, ice cream, kipper, chowder, sandwich, jam, meringue, hors d‘oeuvre, welsh rabbit — tequila, seltzer, whisky

1700 — avocado, paté, muffin, vanilla, mincemeat, pasta, salmagundi, yoghurt, kedgeree — gin, port, champagne, brandy, sherbet

1600 — omelette, litchi, tomato, curry, chocolate, banana, macaroni, caviar, pilav, anchovy, maize, potato, turkey, artichoke, scone — tea, sherry, coffee, sillabub

1500 — marchpane (marzipan), whiting, offal, melon, pineapple, mushroom, salmon, partridge

Middle English — venison, pheasant, crisp, cream, bacon, biscuit, oyster, toast, pastry, jelly, ham, veal, mustard, beef, mutton, brawn, sauce, potage, broth, herring, meat, cheese — muscatel, rhenish (rhine wine), claret, ale

Old English — cucumber, mussel, butter, fish, bread — beer, wine, water

The evolution of terms for food and drink is an interesting reflection of the history of cultural contact between English-speaking countries and the rest of the world (G. Hughes, 1988).

Source ⚜ Food History ⚜ Writing Notes ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[clouvu]

Cooking up an older Clervie outfit design so I don't have to keep drawing her looking like her child self but Long

[sergle]

i feel like you guys only hear about the bad tiktok phenomenon, like Girl Math and stuff like that, bc it prompts more of a reaction. but i want to let you know that i keep seeing one that's called Dinosaur Time, and it's where you SHOVE fistfuls of raw spinach, straight out of the tub, into your mouth and eat it like you're a dinosaur ravenously devouring a delicious tree star. and then you've had a serving of greens. and all it took was 10 beautiful seconds.

[winthropsghostkitten]

Okay so I just did a really stupid thing* and I have to tell y’all about it:

TL;DR: Plot your story like the beats are episodes in a Netflix series.

So this story I’m writing, I only had the vaguest idea of what I want to do with it (other than smut smut smutty smut smut). On my way to lunch today I started thinking “hey if it were a Netflix series I’d have little summaries before the episodes”. Then I started thinking of episode titles and summaries, then…

Well shit, I now had summaries and plot beats.

The entire story, broken into two seasons, with ten episodes each. Titles and all. Done.

This has probably been mentioned by better people than I but I wanted to share it anyway in case it helps just one other person.

* that actually worked

[seiwas]

Hiya! I love your writing and I'm so glad to be seeing you on my dash bc I haven't in a while! For your writing revival game, can I suggest:

"Incandescent" and either Ushijima or Osamu?

hi cheesy! 🥹 this is so nice of you to say, thank you 🥹 i've been a bit on and off here and there over the past few months because work has just been so busy 🥺 but i'm glad to be back here too!! thank you for sending in a prompt 🥹

contains: established relationship, halloween outfits, miya dynamics

osamu + incandescent

there are a lot of reasons why atsumu loves you for his brother―you bring osamu food when he barely has time to eat in the shop, and you send picture updates in the group chat you have with the two of them and ma. you also give him your extra onigiri when osamu says he's had too much.

you're there for osamu in times when he can't be, and for that, he's grateful.

this time though, he thinks he might just be indebted to you.

"people're g'na ask ya to sit on me," osamu glances at your costume before staring at the mirror again. from the dining table across the room, atsumu is holding in his laugh, doing his best to keep the water in his mouth.

tonight is onigiri miya's annual halloween party, and you've managed to somehow convince osamu to dress as a burner―red incandescent light and all.

"so i will," you smile sweetly, adjusting the foam handle of your outfit. the theme for the party is: onigiri miya, and truly, what is more essential to the shop than an electric burner and its pan?

from the side of the room, you think atsumu nearly chokes.

"it'll be cute," you step towards him, reaching for the black switch along his hip, "plus, you even light up!"

in an instant, he glows red, the spiral pattern along his chest lighting up like an electric burner heating up. atsumu snorts, erupting into a fit of laughter as he slaps his knee.

"shit," he wipes a tear while holding up his phone camera, "can't wait f'ma to see this."

osamu looks at him from the mirror, deadpan, "yeah, show'er ya shitty dye job too."

because atsumu doesn’t look any better at all, dressed as none other than osamu for halloween―black long sleeves with an apron, a pair of gloves and osamu's actual work pants. the cap on top of his head rests on temporarily dyed jet black hair, but he's done it in such a haste that his blonde roots are still showing.

you laugh, never quite getting used to their antics despite being a witness to it for years. halloween with the twins is always a memory you look back on fondly, and you don't think this year will be any different at all.

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Person A, getting the squad to help them cook for a large event: Person B! You literally use a knife to make art every day! How are you so bad at peeling a potato? Person B: My art isn't this slippery! Person C: -expertly skinning a potato next to them- It's really not that hard. Person D: -struggling to peel a potato- I'm too rich for this shit.

[naughteeart18]

Hunger

Baby K had always been a chubby girl, but over the past few months she had really started to pack on the pounds. It wasn't intentional, but she seemed to have an insatiable hunger that she just couldn't shake. She found herself constantly snacking, even when she wasn't actually hungry. And the more she ate, the more she seemed to want.

One night, she was home alone and decided to raid the fridge. She pulled out all of her favorite foods: pizza, ice cream, chicken wings, and more. She didn't even bother to heat up the pizza or cook the wings. She just started shoveling food into her mouth as fast as she could.

As she ate, she couldn't help but notice how her body was changing. She was getting bigger and bigger, and she couldn't seem to stop. She felt a strange sense of power and satisfaction as she consumed more and more food.

Before she knew it, she had eaten everything in the fridge and was still feeling hungry. She started to feel a little dizzy and disoriented, but she couldn't stop. She kept eating, even as her stomach started to hurt.

Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation in her belly. It was like something was trying to push its way out. She looked down and saw that her belly was swelling, getting bigger and bigger. She couldn't believe what was happening.

She tried to stand up, but she was too big. She was stuck in her chair, unable to move. She felt a sense of panic wash over her as she realized that she was growing bigger and bigger, almost swallowing her house whole.

[s0fter-sin]

last thing i’ll say; people aren’t owed free content but creatives aren’t owed financial compensation either

[yallstar]

hiii, are you planning on writing more Jayvik? I loved Differential Burdens in Displacement, you writing style is up my alley. Hope you are well <3

aaaaaa i'm glad you liked it!! the answer is YES i would LOVE to write more for jayvik and arcane in general! i hope you don't mind, but i've been saving this ask until there wasn't the caveat of "when the planets align and/or i run out of tv shows to catch up on" 😅

i HAVE been outlining a few things!! i keep an informal list of scene ideas and i think i've got some serviceable ones that could be full fledged fics. the cliff notes versions are:

1) a hanahaki fic where viktor is in love with jayce and jayce - unaware of this - sets out to make viktor fall in love with him, so viktor can get over the person he's pining after

2) a post-canon fic where jayvik both end up in another world/timeline where they haven't met (yet) and try to prevent future events, without realizing the other has also ended up there

3) the above concept, but from the zaun crew's POV. just vander and silco getting lore dumped on them by some well-meaning time traveler and dealing with the fallout

4) a little followup to differential burdens that's basically jayce asking for a good luck kiss before a speech and viktor being like "bet" and constantly getting jayce all love drunk and flustered right before he has to do something important. careful what you wish for, etc

i also have some scenes for my met-as-kids AU but idk if those'll be art or fic. knowing me it may well be both..... such is my curse.

[the-lavender-clown]

Gonna work on Sonic sticker/keychain designs soon so gotta know which characters yall want most

I’ll probably still do the others plus more (like the Chaotix) but at a later date. I just want something out in time for the movie!

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Archaic Words: Drinks

for your next poem/story

Adam's ale - water

Antioche - a kind of wine; a drink for wounded persons called "water of Anteoche"

Apple moise - cider

Battry - a tea kettle

Blue milk - old skimmed milk

Bun feast - a tea-drinking

Cat lap - tea

Chatter water - tea

Cyther - cider

Dallop - a parcel of smuggled tea

Drink meat - boiled ale thickened with oatmeal and bread

Foison - the natural juice or moisture of the grass or other herbs; the heart and strength of it

Fresh drink - small beer

Lycced tea - tea and spirits

Pipe drink - sparking weak ale

Pop gun - elder wine

Posset - a drink of wine or treacle boiled with milk

Pug drink - water cyder

Rambuze - a compound drink at Cambridge, and is commonly made of eggs, ale, wine, and sugar; but in summer, of milk, wine, sugar, and rose water

Rum barge - a warm drink

Ruspice - a kind of red wine

Scandal broth - tea

Stum - strong new wine, used for strengthening weak liquor

Tea - the one; too, likewise; to take tea

Thin drink - small beer

Tier - a bitter drink or liquor

Tutting - tea-drinking for women, succeeded by stronger potations (i.e., archaic: drinks, usually alcoholic) in company of the other sex, and ending, as might he expected, in scenes of ribaldry and debauchery

Vernage - a kind of white wine

Wemble - to turn a cup upside down in token of having had enough tea

Woyse - juice

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[rosalesbeausderholle]

I agree with the overall point this post is trying to make but what kind of deranged person do you have to be that you think "ah, an average person's idea of an artist is probably someone who makes 10 figures drawing voltron porn!" and not like, a singer?

[dinosaurcharcuterie]

Who has two thumbs, a pretty bad few days for her social anxiety and less than 24 hours to get ready for an 8-hour long seminar on early medieval tablet weaving? =D

(I'm fine, this is fine, everything is going to be FINE.)

[i-really-like-phrogs]

Protective wifey core

[too-hot-to-hoot]

You've decided to visit the magical ice cream shop down the street. Which flavor do you pick?

Eye of the Desert: Sparkling golden ice cream with the texture of fine powdery sand, served in a beautifully filagreed silver tureen studded with emeralds. If you look closely, you can see swirls of "sand" rising above the sunlit dunes. It tastes mildly sweet and slightly pepper with an undertone of exotic flowers and fresh fruit. At the bottom of the bowl is a single azure stone the color of a cloudless sky. Every time you ask it a simple yes or no question, it flickers: bright gold for yes, black for no, white/gray for unsure. It is never wrong. After the sun sets, it crumbles to dust.

Sweet Schadenfreude. Fluffy vanilla bean ice cream as soft as a cloud, served in a fine crystal bowl in the shape of a heart. The ice cream is drizzled with dark, decadent honey in which tiny red crystals are suspended. The vanilla tastes normal, but the honey is FIREY HOT. Like, ghost pepper hot. It's almost painful to eat (depending on your spice tolerance) even with the ice cream, but if you finish it, you may whisper the name of the person you hate the most into the empty crystal. They will be stung by a swarm of magical crystal bees.

Flowers' Friend. Served in a small wooden pail, the ice cream on top is bright green, smells and tastes like dandelion heads, and makes birdlike chirps every time you scoop up a spoonful. The bottom is spongey browny bites that feel like sunwarmed earth. Little candy flowers are sprinkled on top, and they turn their heads in the direction of the sun. After you've finished eating, a hedgehog follows you around all day, giving you little gifts from the forest like acorns and mushrooms.

Snow Moon. Served in a glossy black cup made from volcanic glass, the ice cream is deathly cold, so cold you shiver just being near it. Its texture is slippery and flows like mercury, but the ice cream itself is oddly heavy, as if you could feel the immense weight of a black hole on the tip of your spoon. It's so shiny and reflective it would almost be blinding in full sun, but even in the darkness it glimmers coldly like the light of distant stars. It tastes like blackberries in milk. Eating it grants you the ability to travel through mirrors for the next 24 hours.

The Artist's Delight. This ice cream is served in an antique china tea cup. Written on the side is the signature of your favorite arist or writer. The pink, violet, and turquose ice cream is buttery soft with a matte finish, making it look more like paint pigments than food. It has the pattern of a butterfly's wing that always maintains its crisp black outlines no matter how much you eat. It tastes like rosewater or dark chocolate and orange rind, depending on your mood. If you eat it, the next time you sit down to create, a butterfly will whisper in your ear, giving you the most amazing and fantastical ideas for art and stories you've ever heard.

The Dark Embrace. This ice cream is served out of the brainpan of an edible human skull made out of dark chocolate and dusted with a a strange, silvery pigment. The ice cream is blood red and viscous but carries a surprisingly pleasant warm, spicy-sweet scent. It tastes like raspberry cheesecake, and you can see dark, sinister shapes cavorting about in the dripping red confection, like misshapen skeletons and dancing devils with black wings. if you listen closely you can almost hear an eerie melody playing...

What does it do? You'll just have to eat and find out!