#low-speed blender

[adinathinternationalindia]

V Cone Blender

V Cone Blender, also known as the V type mixer, is a low-speed blender that is effectively built for quick blending and mixing tasks. Rotary, tumble type blender with manholes for product loading, cylindrical “V” curves offer easy access to the internal areas for better cleaning. Shorter mixing/blending times are achieved by the tropical “V” shaped, which permits stronger shear of mixing without attrition and particle regeneration. Perfect for formulations requiring precise control over tiny percentages and for fragile granules. These blenders are a maintenance engineer’s dream because of their economical, straightforward design. Conical adapters with butterfly valves for clamping IPC can also be added onto the unit to enable dust-free, simple loading and discharging. For V blender parts and V cone blender validation, we offer extended assistance. V cone blenders with capacities ranging from 5 to 5000 liters are made by Adinath. R&D V Cone Blender and Production Scale V Cone Blender are the two models in our line.

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

:)

[dimalink]

DX2 Formula – Summer Retro

Three dimensional scene for today based on videogame F1 Grand Prix 2 for computer system PC MS DOS. Three dimensional graphics for DOS. It is always cool! Real dynamical scene. Excellent racing game for serious virtual racers. Beautiful graphics and dynamical process. Real simulation. All of these for MS DOS!

And this is my three dimensional scene based one. Formula 1. Asphalt. Summer. Speed cars are moving by asphalt. Summer weather – it is best time for racing games. Good asphalt. Trees are growing all around!

I remember how I sit at the country house and was doing really nothing and half of the day I watched Formula 1. Weather was fine at the street.

Three dimensional race game style of MS DOS 486 or PC WINDOWS 95. Full retro! It is stretched textures, take a look! It is my goal for today! And if to make such a game – then it will be more arcade. Something like Sega Saturn Sega Rally! But Formula 1. It can be cool, even, to make it with C to write a program. But this is only a three dimensional render pictures.

Dima Link is making retro videogames, apps, a little of music, write stories, and some retro more.

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[ormspryde]

Yesterday's speed render, a sea otter. I think I'm going to try and make some scenes for these little guys in the next few days, idk.

[ID: A low poly 3d model of a sea otter lying on its back, against a blue background. /ID]

[revelboo]

Happy birthday 💗😘😘😘👍👍👍🎂🎁🎁🎁🎁🎉🎉🎉🎈🎈🕯️🕯️🕯️🍰🍰🎉🎉🍰🎉

Thank y’all so much! You guys kind of bombarded me a bit yesterday 😂 @feral-sins Happy early birthday!

Everything is Alright Pt 37

Starscream x Reader

• You’re awake when Starscream returns to Soundwave’s quarters, sitting between Frenzy and Rumble as the three of you doodle on a spare data pad while the other cassettes watch. And when you look up at the sound of his entrance and smile, there’s a strange new tension in him. An awareness of you that wasn’t there before and he’s not sure what to do with it. That certainty that you’re his welling up through him.

• Is he angry again? Staring down at you with his wings aggressively lifted, he doesn’t exactly look happy to find you with Soundwave. But he doesn’t look furious either. He’s staring at you like he’s never seen you before, like you’re something unknown and your skin prickles under the weight of that scrutiny. And then he’s laying the back of his hand on the desk for you to come to him instead of reaching for you. As you get up to obey, you’re aware of Soundwave’s head turning to stare at Starscream. Of Starscream ignoring that look completely, optics fixed on you and that prickling sense that something’s shifted grows stronger, sending your heart speeding.

• Gritting his denta, he pretends he can’t feel Soundwave’s disapproval. That the other mech isn’t picking up on his turbulent thoughts, trespassing in his mind. A little hand grips a servo as you climb into his palm and he carefully lifts you to cradle against his chassis. You’re looking up at him in question, maybe picking up on his tension and Soundwave’s unease. Running a servo down your spine, his wings flick even higher, straining to keep them from quivering. Wants to snarl at the other mech for coming into his quarters, taking you, but he only vents in aggravation and leaves with you.

• Relaxing against Starscream, you listen to the thrum of his internal systems as he walks. “Everything okay?” You ask, laying your hand against him. “Bad patrol?” He’s silent, aside from a low rumbling that hums through you. One big servo slides against your shoulder and up to stroke over your cheek.

• There it is, that worry for him that twists him in knots. Guts him. “Of course,” he murmurs. “I brought your things,” he adds as he lets himself in his quarters. Your little head tips up in question and he nods his chin at the desk. Your expression blanks then you’re leaning out over the side of his hand, sending his spark thrumming as he curls his servos around you in case you fall.

• It is your stuff. There’s your bed and dresser. Most of your clothes from your closet. Half the food from your pantry, a toaster, your fridge. Your dryer, recliner, and a blender. Has he just grabbed things since he wasn’t sure what they were? Your stomach sinks as you wonder exactly how he’d gotten everything out of the house. You don’t want to know. You really don’t. The smile you flash him is slightly manic as you thank him. Because he’s probably damaged your house, but he’d done it to make you happy. Comfortable. Trying so hard to keep you happy.

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[fruitzapple]

For your 3D art:

What are your influences?

What is your process for creating and texturing the models?

What software do you use?

Other than that, I will be keeping an eye out for more of your models as you are what I aspire to be as a hobbyist 3D artist.

Thanks for asking! I'll apologize ahead of time I'm not the best a writing but I hope my answers will be helpful and fun to read

1: I'm really inspired by arcane and into the spider verse! I love the way they can make 3d look like paintings or comic books I love to stylize 3d and I hope with more practice I can make my 3d art come off as different 2d styles. I'm also a big fan of the old low poly games look with the silly pixel texture it's kinda a funny balance between wanting my art to look nothing like 3d and wanting it embrace the sillies of the art form.

2a modeling: I start with cubes for almost everything I make. I started my 3d art journey with texturing Minecraft skins so I kinda like cubes, it also makes unwrapping it onto a flat plane for texturing just a bit easier for me. Here's an image with the geometry of my silly mailbox model highlighted.

3: I use Blender to make all my models although I just learned a little bit of 3ds Max in my first 3d animation class, I'm mostly self taught though that being the one semester of a 3d animation class under my belt but youtube has been a gold mine for every question I have about 3d and I've practically learned everything I know about using Blender of youtube tutorials.

2b texturing: I use an add-on called uv pack master in blender to speed up my uv unwrapping process so I can make my texture look nicer faster. As for painting I use the tools in blender to texture my models with a couple extra brushes from another add-on it's outdated though and I should probably find some new brushes lol. This is what my texture looks like btw! It's a little messy but I hope you can find it helpful!

I'm really passionate about 3d animation and almost everything involving it I love talking about it thank you for asking!

[najia-cooks]

[ID: A small jar filled with a light beige dip. End ID]

طحينة / Tahina: Toasted sesame dip

"طَحِينَة" ("ṭaḥīna") is an Arabic word formed from the root ط ح ن (ṭ ḥ n), which produces words relating to grinding; compare "طَحَنَ"‎ ("ṭaḥana"), “to grind,” and "طَحِين"‎ ("ṭaḥīn"), "flour." In English, the word is often spelled and pronounced "tahini" due to the influence of a colloquial Levantine pronunciation. Tahina may also be called "رهش" ("rahash"), "راشي") ("rashi"), or "هردة" ("harada").

This paste is produced by steaming, hulling, and then stone milling sesame seeds until they release their oil, resulting in a smooth, pourable texture. It may be called "طَحِينَة بَيْضَاء" ("ṭaḥīna bayḍā'"), "white tahina," to differentiate it from darker-colored tahinas that are produced by toasting sesame seeds before they are ground, or from grinding unhulled sesame seeds; but "tahina" without further specification is taken to mean "white tahina."

Tahina may be eaten on its own as a dip or sauce; it also forms the primary ingredient in طراطور (tarator), a tahina sauce with lemon juice and garlic. Tahina adds deep, nutty flavor to hummus, baba ghannouj, and halwa.

Recipes for homemade tahina call for some amount of oil to be added to ground sesame seeds, since most homes are not set up to do hours of stone milling. This means that homemade tahina is, in my opinion, likely an inferior product to something you can buy at the store. However, sometimes you have emergency tahina needs.

This recipe provides instructions for taking sesame seeds as far towards a pourable texture as possible without additional oil, using a mortar and pestle to imitate the traditional stone grinding; it also gives instructions for using an electric mill or blender.

Recipe under the cut!

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Equipment:

A spice mill or coffee grinder

OR a high-speed blender

OR a high-quality, well-seasoned, solid stone or metal mortar and pestle

Ingredients:

1/4 cup hulled sesame seeds

2 Tbsp - 1/4 cup sesame oil (untoasted), as necessary

Instructions:

1. Toast sesame seeds, agitating frequently, in a single layer in a dry skillet over medium-low heat. Remove when lightly golden brown.

Some home cooks toast half of the sesame seeds and leave the other half untoasted.

2. With a mortar and pestle: Thoroughly scrub and oil a large mortar and pestle. Add seeds in small batches and process, alternating between pounding and grinding, until a fluffy, powdered texture results.

Continue, alternating between pounding the powder all together in the middle of the mortar, and spreading it into a thin layer along the sides of the mortar and scraping, until it begins to resemble a paste. You will start to see oil shimmer at the surface.

Keep pounding and scraping, in batches of about 1 Tbsp at a time, until the tahina looks smooth and shiny, and you no longer see noticeable lumps in it. Repeat until all the seeds have been ground.

Combine all the paste into one bowl. Slowly, and while stirring, add just enough sesame oil as required to obtain a pourable texture.

This batch took me about four hours of hand-grinding and yielded about 3 Tbsp of tahina (I didn't say this was a good idea).

2. With a spice or coffee grinder: Allow toasted seeds to cool and then grind them, occasionally shaking the grinder, until very fine. Remove into a bowl and mix in oil.

2. With a blender: grind sesame seeds and oil together for several minutes until very smooth. You will likely need to make a larger batch, depending on the size of your blender.

3. Use immediately, or store in an airtight container in the fridge.

[happypedrohours]

Hello there!!! 😃

While waiting to find many of you to celebrate the beginning of Summer together, here are a couple of recipes to spark some inspiration for your cocktails / mocktails to maybe enjoy during the event...

*Mocktail* - Sweet Jane -

4 parts fresh orange juice (2 oz.)

4 parts fresh lime juice (2 oz.)

2 parts coconut cream (1 oz.)

1 part orgeat (almond) syrup (1 oz.)

Combine all ingredients with cracked ice in a blender. Blend at low speed until smooth. Pour into chilled balloon wine glass. Now close your eyes and imagine being on a beach with your fav Pedro boy. Enjoy! 😊

*Cocktail* - Metropolitan -

4 parts brandy (2 oz.)

2 parts sweet vermouth (1 oz.)

Bar sugar

Dash Angostura bitters

Combine all ingredients with cracked ice in a cocktail shake and shaker well. Shake. Shake more. As Taytay said... Shake it Off!! Strain into a chilled cocktail glass. To sip while lounging on the couch, picturing your fav Pedro boy giving you a foot rub. Enjoy! 😊

This is all from your favorite bartender... 🫡 for now... 😆

Stay tuned... more is yet to come! 👀

Note: please know that it is absolutely not mandatory to drink alcohol to participate in the event. We love the sober people in this family. You do what you are most comfortable of doing. And in general, please drink responsibly!

[equinoxts2]

Quin rambles about eggs

@coriel-muroz asked in response to my last post: Can I ask how you do the eggs? Is it a mod or a decorative object or what? Well, the answer's a bit rambly to put in a tumblr comment, so here's how it works for coriel-muroz and everyone else who's curious.

In the centre of every community, there's an aether beacon - a little floating glow that is the literal and figurative heart of the village. It's the place where, in my headcanon, these eggs "manifest". In other words, when I roll "egg manifests" as an ROS or just decide I want someone to have a kid, I'll place one or more decorative dragon eggs in the deco dragon nest that sits beneath the beacon. Story-wise, anyone who wants to adopt one can go there and see if an egg resonates with them; if it does, they get to take the egg home and set up a nest of their own.

The next thing I do is use Sim Blender to impregnate the sim who will be the "blood parent" - the one who cares for the egg through a period of bonding, and performs the ritual at the end (me speeding up the rest of the pregnancy) to awaken it. The pregnancy is frozen in the first trimester until the awakening ritual, and there's a very low chance (represented by Alt Pregnancy Controller Lite's miscarriage chance) that the egg will change its mind about who it wants to be its parent. This doesn't prevent it hatching, just means that someone else takes the egg and starts a new bonding period. I have replaced the miscarriage memory text to say "Rejected Resonance."

The second parent - the breath parent - is, effectively, completely random. I roll between all the potential "fathers" in the hood to decide who it is, but their identity is seen as something you don't really need to know. This is where Name the Father comes in, to set the second parent as "no character" or one of the partners of the blood parent.

If there's anything else anyone wants to know more about, please let me know! I love rambling about my worldbuilding. :)

[lowcarbloves]

Keto French Crepes

These delicious low-carb French crepes are made with simple ingredients.

Makes 8 crepes

Prep Time: 3minutes minutesCook Time: 3minutes minutesTotal Time: 6minutes minutes Servings: 8 crepes Calories: 121kcal Cost: $15

🙏 𝔽𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖🔃 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥.

Ingredients

1 1/3 cup Almond Flour

4 Eggs (large)

4 oz Cream Cheese

1/4 cup Almond Milk (unsweetened)

2 tablespoons Granulated Sweetener

3/4 teaspoon Pure Vanilla Extract

1 1/2 tablespoons Butter (melted)

Instructions

Blend all the ingredients in a blender at high speed until smooth and creamy. Don’t forget to scrape down the sides from time to time. It will take about 50 seconds.

Pour the batter into a bowl and let it rest for 10 minutes.

Heat a crepe pan over medium heat and grease it with a bit of butter. Once heated, pour about 1/3 of a cup of batter into the pan. Tip and rotate the pan so the batter spreads evenly and thinly.

Cook for about 2.5 minutes or until you notice the edges start to dry. Flip the crepe and cook for another minute.

That’s it! Repeat with the remaining batter. Serve with whipped cream, berries, or any other keto topping!

[acocktailmoment]

Kingston Zing !

Ingredients:

Serving: 1

1/2 ounce grapefruit punch syrup (see Editor’s Note)

3/8 ounce strained lime juice (if 3/8 ounce breaks your brain, think of it as a light 1/2 ounce)

6 drops Bittermens Hopped Grapefruit bitters

5 drops salt solution (4:1, water to salt)

1 1/2 ounces Wray & Nephew overproof rum, chilled in the freezer

soda water, to top

Garnish: channeled lime twist (a thin ribbon peeled with a channel knife), grapefruit slice.

Directions:

Combine the first five ingredients in a shaker tin. Whisk with a milk frother (or stir briskly until combined) and set aside.

Fill a chilled 12-ounce highball glass with small ice cubes. Add the soda until the glass is three-quarters full.

Pour the contents of the shaker into the glass while holding the glass at a 45-degree angle. Top with soda until the glass is full.

Agitate the mixture with a single brisk dip of a bar spoon.

Garnish with the channeled lime twist and a grapefruit slice.

Editor’s Note:

Grapefruit Punch Syrup:

63 grams (2 1/4 ounces) grapefruit oleo saccharum (grapefruit peel and white sugar) 250 grams (8 3/4 ounces) strained grapefruit juice, preferably white 173 grams (about 6 ounces) white sugar 3 grams (about 1/2 teaspoon) citric acid

1. Make an oleo saccharum by placing 250 grams grapefruit peel (about 1 1/4 cups) and 250 grams white sugar (about 1 1/4 cups) in a resealable bag. Let the bag sit in the refrigerator for 48 hours. Once the sugar has dissolved completely, remove and discard the peels. Store in a resealable container and refrigerate. Will keep for 1 week in the refrigerator. Makes around 8 ounces.

2. Combine the juice and 63 grams (2 1/4 ounces) of the oleo saccharum in a blender and mix at a low speed. Slowly add the sugar, followed by the citric acid. Blend until the sugar is fully dissolved.

3. Bottle and refrigerate for at least 24 hours and up to 2 weeks. Makes 12 ounces.

Courtesy: Garret Richard, New York City /Punch

Photo: Lizzie Munro

 This article was not sponsored or supported by a third-party. A Cocktail Moment is not affiliated with any individuals or companies depicted here. 

[dimalink]

Deep Autumn Rally – Dark Orange

Three dimensional scene for today based on different rally. Mainly, computer games. So as old games – Colin Mc Rae Rally 3,2, as a rather new modern as WRC 6. So, I start to play rally! With joystick I play WRC 6 by weekends! Rally, sand, puddles, different climate, different day or night. And lots of turns. Also, I take something a car like Ford Focus, which was in rally, with pictures. They are all looks the same!

And this is my three dimensional scene based on. Autumn. It is already deep autumn. Most middle. Dark sky is happens from time to time. Lots of leaves. And somewhere most green plants still green. Cold wind. And cold weather. It happens a warm days. With more light sky and little sun. But here it is autumn ride. Across soil, asphalt, dirt, puddles. And also, under the leaves – a heap of autumn leaves.

Road leads to somewhere in the forest. Forest. Field. Late autumn - it is more dark weather. By the puddles – it is so fun to race! Autumn leaves are under the wheels, and they add more beautiful to around world. Race is going across the field and forest. In a most autumn moment, Maybe, you can be ready for warm October, November. And, maybe, you can be ready for more cold month. It depends on some luck.

Lots of turns, and there are a places with a long straight. It is various things in here. Car is good ready for such rides. And you can drive with a speed you want. 50-80-100 km in hour. At the turns. Or even faster at the straights. There are enough of them here.

Excellent free time. To drive at the most deep autumn! Autumn leaves. And there are whole field out of them now. So, it is dark orange color. And gray tones. But, it is, also, beautiful and interesting! Excellent things to do. Day can be so different. As a warm, as a cold. So, there are some variations.

And, mainly, it is beautiful deep autumn event! Whole rally! For excellent mood to drive a late autumn across the field and forest. Excellent weather. Warm and cold. And autumn! Dark orange everything is around. Light gray or dark gray. Such a mood. And don’t forget to drive to the finish line! And not only observe a views!

Dima Link is making retro videogames, apps, a little of music, write stories, and some retro more.

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[drpeppertummy]

for the sake of getting as much milkshake in this man as possible we're pretending brain freeze doesnt exist

[brief hunger, stuffing/bloating, consensual force feeding, tummyache, tummy rubs]

Sunny's stomach let out a low, hungry growl. At Marianne's request, he hadn't eaten anything that morning; she'd told him he'd need the stomach space. Now, as he sat with his arms tied behind his back, he saw why. She turned to face him with a large pitcher.

"I made this this morning," she said, holding out the pitcher to show him. It was filled almost to the top with thick pink milkshake. It was also nearly the size of Sunny's entire abdomen.

"I could've left it in the blender but I put it in here to make it a little more pretty, what do you think?"

"Fancy," Sunny agreed. She smiled and stepped closer to him. Looking up at her from the kitchen chair, he suddenly felt very small.

"Extra pretty for a pretty boy like you," she said, tapping him on the nose, and he blushed. His stomach rumbled again. Smiling, Marianne leaned forward and placed a hand on his empty belly.

"Sounds like you're ready to be filled up," she giggled. His blush deepened, and he looked up at her with big innocent eyes. Standing upright, Marianne brought the pitcher to his lips. He barely had time to take a breath before she tipped it.

The shake was strawberry vanilla, and the coldness of it shocked Sunny's empty stomach at first. Obediently, he drank, swallowing the thick liquid in large gulps, trying to keep up with the speed at which Marianne was pouring it into his mouth. She seemed to enjoy the sound of his gulping, as well as the sight of his throat working as he drank. What she enjoyed most of all, of course, was the way his belly gradually began to expand.

Sunny was small and slight, and his hungry belly had been sunken and concave when he'd arrived at Marianne's house. Now, as he drank, the shake filled him up quickly, and it wasn't long before his belly began to bulge out against his snug shirt. He felt his belt, which had fit his narrow waist perfectly when he'd gotten dressed, start to tighten around his middle. His clothes weren't the only things growing tight; his stomach was getting tighter as well. As he gulped down the heavy shake, he quickly became full, then stuffed, then overstuffed. His stomach stretched uncomfortably as more and more liquid was forced into it.

As the pitcher grew lighter, Marianne placed one hand on Sunny's bloated tummy. She could feel his quick, strained breaths as he continued to drink, as well as his stomach slowly swelling as it continued to fill. Moaning softly, Sunny arched his back, pressing his distended belly against her hand. She smiled and rubbed it gently.

"You're doing pretty good, Sunny honey," said Marianne. "You're almost halfway there." Sunny made a muffled sound of bewilderment. It seemed impossible that he wasn't almost finished; he felt like he'd downed a gallon of milkshake by now, and his stomach was reaching its limit. Still, for her, he pushed on. His belly was pressing out hard against his shirt now, stretching the fabric and straining the buttons, and his belt creaked as the pressure behind it grew. His stomach rumbled ominously with each heavy gulp.

Sunny crossed his eyes trying to get a good look at the pitcher. He couldn't tell how much was left, but the shake seemed endless. His belly was unbelievably tight, and he could feel it pushing out further and further with each swallow. Unsure how much more he could take, he let out a muffled groan, looking nervously up at Marianne. She smiled down at him, gently cupping his jaw with one hand, continuing to pour with the other. Unable to move away, he had no choice but to keep drinking. He complied for a few more moments, but the pressure inside his belly was unbearable. He whined uncomfortably, looking urgently at her.

"You full already, sweetheart?" His mouth still muffled, he made a frantic sound of agreement. Looking a little disappointed, Marianne finally pulled the pitcher away. Sunny moaned, letting his head fall back, a pink drop running down his chin. She watched his distended belly tremble as he panted, trying to catch his breath.

"Oh, god, my belt, Marianne, please," he gasped. He squirmed desperately in his seat as she slowly moved across the kitchen to set the pitcher down on the counter. Smiling slyly at him, she made her way back, and slowly, carefully reached down to undo his painfully tight belt. She had to pull it tighter in order to open it, and a pained whine escaped him as she did. Finally, the buckle fell to the side, and some of the pressure was relieved. She unbuttoned his tight jeans as well, and his round belly forced the fly wide open.

"Are you comfortable, pretty baby, or do you need a tummy rub?"

"Please," he begged. She pulled up a chair in front of him, sat down, and placed her hands on his bulging sides. She squeezed gently, testing to see if there was any give left, and he groaned. There was none.

"Oh, sweetheart, your poor tummy is tight as a drum," she said, running her hands over his swollen belly. "It's a good thing you stopped me when you did, because I don't think you could take even another little drop." She gave his stomach a teasing pat. It sounded hard and solid, like patting a pumpkin. Desperately, Sunny forced up a small burp, but it didn't help much. His stomach was packed to the brim with milkshake. Pleased with her work, Marianne gently massaged his belly. It was impressively firm under her hands. She unbuttoned his shirt, then continued rubbing. The feeling of her warm hands on his chilled stomach was soothing.

Sunny's belly gurgled as it strained to digest the enormous quantity of shake. It still ached terribly after being stretched so tightly so fast, but with Marianne's warm, loving touch, it slowly--very slowly--began to feel less uncomfortable. She leaned forward and reached around him to untie his arms, kissing his tummy as she did.

[lagoliri]

hi, is me. still working on the game from here!!! haven't made much progress on the game as of late! sorry! unfortunate... yes... so sad.. wanna know why tho?

yes, usual procrastination was a factor, but i've also taken to learning a bit of blender and making some more concept art!!! YAY!!!

okay okay, so ummm... i've decided that the player and all uh "town citizens" will be anthropomorphic ceramic capacitors. First two images are of a "base model" i've been working on for that in blender. I hope that explains why they're so relatively thin z-axis wise

the 3rd and 4th images are of enemy concepts. Sorry for the poor composition, i was scared of not making anything at all.

also, bad news and reason i considered 3D modeling wasted time, i'm not going to use blender AT ALL for my godot game in the foreseeable future. this, while speeding up the point I'll be able to have 3D models for characters in my game, will mean all my characters will have VERY LOW poly counts since their models will be made through code alone. dont worry!!! i know how to do this!!! just hope my creatures will make it out of the process alive. thank you for reading all that!! as a reward, here's some images of inanimate goobers that are currently inspiring the art style for my game!!!

i love these all so much i dont know why.

[heich0e]

MAY WE PLEASE HAVE THE APPLE BROWN SUGAR SYRUP RECIPE?

i blended two apples (skins on but most of the core cut out) in a high speed blender until they were liquid then added that (it was about 160g) plus 140ml of water, 150g of brown sugar, a splash of lemon juice, and 2 cinnamon sticks to a small sauce pan. brought it to a boil, turned it to low and let it simmer for 8 minutes! that's it <3

[sprite-bite]

bkdk hand obsession

Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku ; Drabble ; Mature Content ; WC: 490

College student Katsuki who watches a barista Izuku's vlogs while he’s studying to help him focus. It works... but not for long

[Twitter Thread] or read below ↴

Katsuki prided himself for being a top student. Top of his class with laser, unshakable focus when it was required. But when he entered the third year of his chemistry degree, new information had started to be thrown at him at a speed he would’ve been afraid to catch even with a glove. 

At first it was music. Something light in his headphones, blocking out the losers in the library that insisted on studying with him. Then, a countdown clock to his next study break. Repeating screensavers. The local aquarium’s live feed. None of it worked.

Until after a particular penguin slip and fall that cut the feeds (to the dismay of Katsuki, though he would never admit it), an automatic video had begun to play. 

It was nothing more than a close up of 3 coffee cups being filled with ice, then coffee, then topped with whipped cream. Two more cups. Ice, water, espresso. Over and over again. It was stupid. It was boring. It was something he wouldn’t dare tell his friends out of annoyance, not fear, that they’d compare him to a middle schooler with a shit attention span.

It worked.

It was something Katsuki found that would keep his mind focused on the textbooks in front of him without being fully distracted. The slight movements he’d catch out the corner of his eye and the slight clink of the empty cups hitting the table. The ice clinking, the soft hum of a blender somewhere further behind the camera.

The barista never showed his face, always hiding it behind a mask with nothing more than green curls peeking into frame. That and of course his hands, but fuck if that wasn’t enough for Katsuki to fixate on. Crooked fingers gave a layer of cuteness to the gnarly scars littering them.

It worked for weeks. 

Just a casual interest in the hands that methodically filled, poured, mixed. 

It worked… until one, single, weak night, well past Katsuki’s usual sleeping time. He was stressed. Wound up and overwhelmed by the impending days to come with finals and even higher expectations the following year looming over his shoulders.

He sat back and ran his hands down his face. When he finally opened his eyes he was staring straight at those damn hands gently squeezing a plastic cup to let the ice settle further down.

Katsuki paused the video. Rewound. Pressing play again, he watched as the hand barely grasped around the width of the cup, and the fingers, those fucking fingers, lightly pressed and slid their way just barely higher.

Pause.

Rewind.

A low curse the only noise accompanied his breathing. He wasn’t sure if it was to himself, to every god above, or to the barista. It didn’t matter, though. No one answered as his hand moved to play the video back again, the other slowly sliding up his thigh to palms at his hardening cock. 

He was fucked.