#they're really tasty

[subcutaneous-heat]

They should invent food that's in front of me and I can eat it.

[starflungwaddledee]

this is probably why meta knight moved the conversation to the hallway

based on @das-a-kirby-blog's comic based on my comic. comic inception. colour palettes are from das.

[nell0-0]

It's been some time since I drew anything for this AU, I missed it ^^

Closer look below the cut!

[feroluce]

Boothill draws his gun. Shoots.

Another body drops, adds to the pile. Black armor, orange visor, red tie. Dan Heng feels like he's been watching him do this forever, from this strange impossible angle where his eyes swing and veer like a camera on a track between blinks.

The corpses fall atop each other, become indistinguishable. Black, streaked through with orange and red. Boothill draws his gun, shoots.

Black, orange, red.

The pile grows.

Dan Heng feels himself smear across the air, lines blurring and edges bleary, vision like a cataract. There is black as far as he can see, Boothill’s fans whirring and churning as far as he can hear. His syrupy, soggy brain tells him he smells gunpowder, metal, steam. Boothill's voice is strangely silent between his sharp steely teeth.

The pile surrounds.

It mixes, melds, roils, a rush-in like a crashing wave catching Boothill in its current. It sticks to him, black-on-black, tangles in his spurs and claws its way up his legs even as he kicks at it. Tendrils of it twine upward, around the holster of his useless revolver, between the brass-knuckle joints of his hands. Boothill is pulled down, pulled forward, fighting to resurface and keep his head above. The thickness of it is enough to suffocate.

The gallows awaits them.

Boothill is hauled to it, kicking, thrashing, clawing, silent-screaming, never one to go down easily. The mass of black-orange-red crests, swells, the tide of it ties tight around his neck like a noose, Boothill is dragged up, up, up, forced onto tiptoe, struggling to stay aground until he's hanging, struggling to draw air with every harsh and strangled breath-

Dan Heng jolts awake, flails, eyes unseeing as he desperately claws at his turtleneck until a finger catches the edge just right and pulls one zipper down. His chest is heaving.

Metallic boots swinging freely haunt his vision until the ceiling of the archives comes into view, lit floor painting it soothing blue. Dan Heng watches the waves until his heart stops its staccato, until his lungs ease their violent fluttering.

He rolls over onto his left side as soon as he can stomach the motion, unlocking his phone and scrolling up the chat already on the screen to his last received message.

Three months.

It's been three months since the sudden violent death of Oswaldo Schneider. Three months since Boothill's bounty nearly doubled, went from wanted alive posted in Pier Point and along all major trade routes, to wanted dead or alive on every single planet the IPC can flaunt their power over.

Three months since a voice message, “I have somethin’ I wanna tell ya…not like this, though. Face-to-face. I wanna do it right,” followed by several seconds of silence that sound like a war.

“…I hope I'll find ya again when this all blows over.”

Dan Heng switches apps, pulls up the IPC's real-time most wanted list. Boothill's information sits at the top. Still at large.

Still not captured. Still alive.

Dan Heng fixes his turtleneck, situates his quilt over his shoulders and pulls it up to his ears. Listens to the whirring white noise of the archive and all of its equipment.

He doesn't take his eyes off the screen as he quietly waits for sleep to reclaim him.

[encryptedlunacy]

N e t t l e s

[tinybrownie]

listened to the latest camlann episode and I'm really enjoying how this episode (and really the podcast as a whole) explores the themes of choice and fate and destiny

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

the amount of effort that goes into figuring out what to cook and eat every day is RIDICULOUS. i used to think people were so weird and boring for eating the same thing every single day but it truly does make life so much easier

[terr4ance]

It was my grandma's 90th birthday party on Saturday and we had a buffet with all sorts of stuff. At the end, there was some leftover salmon and prawns (among other things) which I wrapped and took home.

Bought some puff pastry (because I've made my own before and it is far more time than I currently have), cream, and spinach to make it into a pie. I'm quite happy with how it turned out :)

Despite her age, my grandma always bakes (and then loves to complain about how much it makes her knees hurt afterwards!). One of my favourite things she does is salmon tarts whenever she has leftover salmon. That was the main inspiration for this recipe.

Ingredients

- Puff pastry (I used two packs of premade stuff with a little left over)

- 1/2 onion

- 1 clove of garlic

- a bag of fresh baby leaf spinach

- a fresh salad tomato

- leftover poached salmon, smoked salmon, and prawns (shrimp)

- thyme, salt, pepper

- Worcester sauce (Lee and Perrins is the best)

- 300ml of double cream

- a bit of cheese (optional)

Recipe

1. Preheat an oven to gas 4 (177°C/350°F).

2. Line a pie dish with puff pastry, leaving a little extra around the edges to account for shrinking. Put a sheet of baking paper on top and cover with baking beans (I used split peas because that's what we have). Put this into the oven and set a timer for 10 ish minutes (you want the pastry to be partially cooked).

3. Finely dice half an onion and add to a saucepan over medium heat. Grate in some garlic (or mince it if you aren't as lazy as me!). Fry until translucent.

4. Add a bunch of spinach and allow it to wilt. Dice a tomato and add it too.

5. Add salt, pepper, thyme, and a dash of Worcester sauce along with around 300ml of double cream. More can be added later to taste.

6. Once simmering, add the salmon and prawns (I also had a little tiny bit of smoked salmon) and heat through.

7. By this point, the pastry should be partially cooked. Remove it from the oven, remove the baking beans (O.E), and pour the sauce into the pie. Turn the oven up to gas 7 (220°C/425°F).

7.5. Before giving the pie a lid, I grated a bunch of red Leicester on top of the filling as I was slightly short of filling and didn't want the lid to sag. This is optional, but experiment with whatever you feel might work.

8. Lay more puff pastry on top of the pie and crimp the edges. You can also score the top to give it a fancy pattern, and egg-wash to seal and glaze if you can be bothered (I couldn't).

9. Put the pie back in the oven for a further 10-15 minutes, or until the pastry is golden.

10. Leave to cool before serving, and enjoy!

[bigboobshaunt]

Found a new restaurant that delivers at 2am and they had a lil' message being supportive of picky eaters in the comment box, so you could ask them to remove stuff from your order. I always ask for no tomatoes bc I hate the texture, and I would have done it either way but it was nice to read that!

Anyway, the food just arrived and they put so many tomato slices in it, so I guess that was a wash.

[owl-bones]

assumption: you prefer salted and paprika crisps over other flavours

oohhh, that's half right! i do prefer just plain salted over other flavours, but i don't particularly like paprika ones

[sleebyconfy]

happy valentine's day! i hope that even if you are feeling sad or lonely today that you are still able to do something kind and nice and loving for yourself!! whether you already have a partner or not, it's never too late to work on loving yourself!

[honesttoglob]

I feel like Steve and Frances would be friends. Just like,,,, buds. Pals. They meet to play chess out in Central Park every weekend and Steve wins most of the time but it's only because he eats Frances' pieces when she isn't looking and she's way too high to keep track of his strategy.

[nightmaretour]

Most of my PIP backpay is going into savings but I've got to spoil Cynder obviously

[weedle-testaburger]

the day after tomorrow I'm going to dublin again and i can't describe how hyped i am to have a spice bag again

[thatcharmingjerk]

Last weekend visited home town to dump granmas ashes, I missed the funeral but this smaller and less formal thing was much better. The whole thing worked lot better than I fret! Also creatures and stuff! I hate berry picking but the blueberries were huge and plenty so even I picked quita few!