#tea egg

[seadolph]

tea eggs my beloved.... i miss them. i want to eat them so badly

for @quezify's eggtober!!

[goron-king-darunia]

Eggtober 27th 2023

"Marked": Tea Egg

(Clip Studio Paint, Gouache Brush, Gouache Blender. 5 colors, 45-ish minutes.) I wasn't really sure what a tea egg was before I drew this, I'd just heard of it in passing before. I figured they involved cooking the egg with tea but wasn't 100% sure on the process. But yeah, you par-boil them, crack them, and then boil them the rest of the way in tea or a spiced liquid to flavor the egg. I had errands today so I didn't study the pattern of the cracks too closely but I feel like this is a good vibes-based first attempt. I saw another similar sort of egg that I intended to do for Halloween, that has this sort of look, so I'll try to focus more on the shapes of the cracks and how the cooking liquid dyes the whites. But for a first attempt at this sort of pattern, I like it!

Hopefully @lady-quen's breadbugs like tea!

Slapping the @ for @quezify and prancing off to do some nonsense before bed.

But first, the speedpaint!

Feeding my desire to draw shiny as much as possible with this one. I love rendering the undisturbed exterior of a boiled egg. So smooth. The crackle is the point but I really like the base egg I made here and putting that reflected light on it.

[nekko-took-egg-photos]

the hard boiled pickled egg was good, but my mom boiled it into a weird shape imo

[mkg86]

First attempt at tea egg need a little longer me thinks

[muffinlance]

Consider: Post-canon Zuko wakes up in the body of his childhood self, the morning of That War Meeting. Would he still speak against the plans, knowing his fate? What do you think he would do differently the second time around?

"Turned away at the doors, Zuzu?"

"Shut up, Azula," her brother sulked. But sulked weirdly, after staring at her too long and too wide-eyed, not like she'd surprised him but--

But like he hadn't expected her to be there. At all.

He turned away. ...He turned back. "Hey, Lala? Do you think you could help me practice that one set?"

He didn't meet her eyes.

She narrowed hers. "Which set?"

"The one I'm bad at."

She scoffed. Pushed away from the wall she'd been leaning against. "That's all of them, Dum-Dum."

He didn't shout or stomp or yell about the nickname. His lips twitched.

"It's okay," he said. "If you're afraid you won't be a better teacher that my instructor..."

It was the most obvious manipulation ever.

Perhaps if he proved an adequate firebending student, she'd work on his courtly survival skills next. Honestly, it was good that not even Uncle Gets-Cousins-Killed had been fool enough to take Zuko into that war meeting. She could only imagine how terribly that could have gone.

"Keep up," she said, and turned her steps towards the training grounds.

He did. There, and during the katas she ran him through.

Azula kept her eyes narrowed.

"Hey," he asked, "do you know how to bend lightning yet?"

As if he could have missed it, if she'd been able to get more than sparks. "I will soon," she said.

"You will," he agreed, and flowed through his next set. The one she'd only just mastered.

Father didn't notice how weird Zuzu was being. Uncle never noticed anything. Zuko ate dinner and asked a servant for seconds and didn't stutter or flinch or lose his appetite when father asked, coolly, what he'd done with his day. Azula's shoulders tensed, because one mention of how she'd squandered her own training time teaching him--

"Azula hogged the training grounds. For hours," Zuzu scowled, exactly like a petulant thirteen year old.

Exactly like he hadn't been acting all day.

By the time Father was looking her way, Azula had her usual smirk in place. "I'm sure there would be room for both of us," she said, "you're not afraid of a little friendly fire, are you, brother?"

Zuko sulked. And ate his seconds, like he was enjoying each bite. There was something in his eyes, like a joke no one else was getting.

---

Father died that night. A heart attack. There were the faintest of burns to either side of the treacherous organ; the royal physician hypothesized that he'd grabbed at his chest, fingers burning hot in his final moments; so hot they'd only exacerbated the problem.

The royal physician would never have been brought any victims of lighting strikes. Those that occurred in the capital did not generally require a doctor in the aftermath.

Zuzu ate a hearty breakfast.

He didn't order seconds. Azula gave him points, at least, for not being tacky.

---

The sages named Iroh as regent.

They named Zuko as Fire Lord.

"No," the tiny Fire Lord in his perfectly miniaturized Fire Lord robes said, sitting at the head of his war council. "We're not doing that. And I'll be reviewing all recent battle plans, as well. What's this I hear about a division of new recruits being deployed to the front?"

He did not mention how he'd heard of the 41st Division. No one asked.

"Prince Iroh, surely--" one of the generals tried to appeal.

The young Fire Lord's regent was looking as startled as the rest of them, for a moment. Then he sipped his tea, and smiled.

"Your Fire Lord is correct, of course. A change in our leadership--a change the other nations may mistakenly view as weakness--will necessitate a change in our strategy."

"Now," said their lord, "what, exactly, is our overall objective in this war?"

War, the new Fire Lord decreed, was not an end unto itself.

---

The new Fire Lord continued to have time, to pretend to be trained by her. Azula watched him. Adjusted her footwork. Did not tolerate, and was not offered, any commentary on who was teaching who.

"What did you do with my brother?" she asked, as they flowed from one set to the next. As her hands, poised to throw fire, just so happened to be pointed his way.

He missed a step. It didn't look like an act.

"I'm, uh. Right here?"

She didn't bother to dignify that.

He didn't bother to look worried about her hands, one movement off from a true attack.

He looked around, then grabbed her sleeve, and tugged her further from any walls that may hide ears. The royal family's private training grounds were wonderfully large, and wonderfully open.

"It's me," he said. "It's still me. Just. More of me? Longer of me?"

She narrowed her eyes. A familiar expression, by this point. "Explain."

"...I found the Avatar," he said. "And this is definitely his fault, but--but I guess it started at a war meeting, when I was thirteen."

Azula listened. It was a very Dum-Dum story.

[miauta]

HAPPY 1ST ANNIVERSARY QSMP!

I wanna thank all CCs, admins and wonderful people of this fandom for amazing year and all happy memories I made in it~

[fullcravings]

Hidden Surprise Cinnamon Loaf (Vegan)

[buffetlicious]

It’s weekend, mum and I usually go out to have our dinner cum shopping at one of the malls near to our place. I will let mum choose whatever she wants to eat except when there is something new I wanted to try. Not keen to experience new food, she falls back to the tried and tested Feng Food (台湾味 “丰”). Ordered one each of the chicken and pork rice bowl plus a not too sweet cup of Brown Sugar Caramel Milk Tea (焦糖奶茶) at S$3.40. The strong cup of black tea shines through the creamy milk flavoured with caramel sauce giving it a molasses aroma along with a buttery taste.

Mum had the S$12.90 bowl of Sunrise Pork Chop Rice (日出猪排饭) while I took the Sunrise Crispy Chicken Cutlet (日出鸡腿排饭) at S$13.80. Both bowls came with white rice drizzled with braised minced pork gravy, an over easy egg, pickled cucumber slices and salted vegetables. Mum didn’t like the molten yolk so the egg is given to me.

[inubaki]

Wrapping (Adam was, indeed, worth a pony)

——

Based off @bloogers-boogers’s comic. Based off the adult comment of ‘well, what did you get me?” to destroy all spoiled children arguments.

The triplets want a pony and uncle Crystal gives advice to work for it through good behavior. While a certain auntie subjects a hostage/bribery.

Adam was just getting the festive mood with his family. And Crystal realizes he’s an accessory to a ‘kidnapping’.

Good news. Adam is, indeed, worth a pony.

—-sorry. It’s just a stupid idea that wouldn’t leave my head. That Adam refuses to spoil his kids like Lucifer is prone to do. Insisting they work for it. And work they did.

[nekko-took-egg-photos]

I was suspicious of this pickled egg because I was afraid I would get tummyache but I didn't and it was really tasty

[your-unfriendlyghost]

Caught my kid sister eating straight up sugar cubes like a horse. I bet Soda would do that smh.

[natureaestheticdreams]

Mornings in countryside🌤️

@natureaestheticdreams for more✨

[couch-house]

lab sleeping arrangements (post sponsored by the way my cat sleeps on my feet)

[pinkfairiesteaparty]

[chamoemileclown]

is the sky red or is that just the sun coming up?

[fullcravings]

V/GF Strawberry Cake