#transparent veggies

[transparensies]

vegetables • tip jar

[cosmostickers]

by ixlogo

[animatedglittergraphics-n-more]

do you think you could find some beetroot gifs? blinkies and icons and whatever you think is cute? I have a friend who really really likes the veggie and I'm trying to compile as many things as he likes as I can

here you go 😊 sorry it took me so long

[crisis-arts]

Some little veggie sea dragons for y’all (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

This design is available on my Rebubble and TeePublic

[ryanmarshallryan]

The Foodie Genie

Vincent had purchased a vintage cookie jar from an odd little antique booth at a local county fair. He thought it would be a perfect thing to put his homemade cookies in, which he always kept a batch of dough ready to make on hand, as they were his favorite, and perfect to bring out when hosting guests.

He did not expect it, though, when it began to smoke as he tried to clean it at home. Sparks flew out of it as he dropped it into his sink. Somehow unshattered, but still spewing sparks and purple colored smoke, he heard it make a squelching sound as if someone was prying their hand out of the cookie jar but it was suctioned in.

A great big figure of semi-transparent man jolted up out of the cookie jar and smacked its head into the ceiling.

“Years of hitting my head in my tiny little jar, to finally being released to hit my head again. Go figure,” said the being.

Vincent surveyed its impressive height, its massive belly, its bald head and goatee, and the way its legs seemed to swirl away into almost smoke.

“All right then, let’s get to it, I am Xavier, Genie for the Foodies, great to meet you,” Xavier held out a comically large hand, Vincent stared at it in surprise, “And your name is?”

“Vincent,” he blurted out, “Vincent’s my name, but you - what are you?”

“A genie. You got ears right?” Xavier said as it leaned back in the air, crossed its arms which accentuated its belly forward a bit.

“Of a cookie jar? I’m confused.”

“I could do the whole song and dance introduction, but I don’t want to overwhelm the already overwhelmed.” Xavier stated, magicking a large cushioned chair, and motioning Vincent into it. “You see, I’m a special kind of genie. A previous wish-giver was a foodie if I ever saw one, and made it so I can only grant wishes of a specific nature. For example, any food you could desire I could produce.”

Just then a whole feast of roast duck, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans and more appeared with a pop in front of Vincent. Then in another moment all vanished, and was replaced with a buffet style platter filled with noodles and meats and rolls and veggies, and again vanished and was replaced with a vat of ice cream, steaming in the hot room.

“You get the picture, I can help you experience the rarest of delicacies too… and every once in a while I get someone who wants to become a rare delicacy themself, if you know what I mean.” Xavier raised his eyebrows, and watched as Vincent looked intrigued. “The one who wished I could only grant food related wishes, used his last wish to have me even swallow him whole! He wanted to experience first hand what it would be like to be food,” Xavier, floated upside down and let his large belly hang down and show how massive it is. It seemed to grow and inflate until it was pushing up against Vincent’s face.

In a flash of smoke Vincent suddenly had a gut the size of a yoga ball, and the genie was back to normal.

“Or I can give you more room, so that any meal you desire you’ll be able to finish, and have room for seconds…” Xavier snapped and Vincent’s belly swelled to the size of a compact car, “Thirds… fourths… you get the picture.”

In another puff of smoke the room filled with jello and Vincent felt himself floating in the giant mass and heard a muffled shouting from Xavier say “Or if you’d like to play with your food, I’m sure we could have a fun swim.” Another puff of smoke and Vincent was as small as a soup spoon, looking up at a dollhouse sized castle made of graham crackers and gingerbread. The candy door of it swung open and Xavier popped out, “Come on in, and consider a wish. You get three. No more. No less.”

Vincent entered the graham cracker castle, grabbed a chunk of chocolate that was by the door and nibbled on it. Xavier let him up a staircase made of cake, into a hall with a long table. They sat down and Xavier asked again what wish Vincent would begin with.

Vincent thought for a while. He supposed his wishes didn’t matter as much as a normal genie’s might. He didn’t think the world would collapse if he wished for a fridge with unlimited eclairs or something.

“I wish I had a fridge that could summon any food I desire when I opened it.”

“I can work with that,” said Xavier. A flash of smoke and they were normal sized, sitting on the kitchen floor. The genie gestured behind Vincent who turned to see a purple fridge replacing his old one. He opened it to find his favorite smoothie sitting on the center rack.

“Cool!” Vincent exclaimed, picking up the smoothie, closing the door and opening it again to find a plate of kebab waiting for him as well, “I didn’t even realize I wanted that. Thanks!”

Vincent drank and ate as he considered another wish. How could a wish regarding food be helpful for both himself and others? Maybe he could wish to change the taste of anything he ate to something he loved. That’d make shoving down the burnt stuff his friend made more bearable, even enjoyable. Or perhaps he could wish to not have any allergy to food or poison: to digest anything. But what if he wanted to heat something but not digest it?  “I wish I could change the shape of my gut at will, so if I want to eat a whole roast pig I could do it in one sitting, but then be able to change my gut’s size back to another size to fit my clothes.”

“Hmm that’s an interesting one. Many ways that one could be used without relation to food so it’d be tricky to see if my powers would allow. I think I can grant it, but only if the primary body part you are changing shape is that of your gut and digestive system.”

Vincent felt a surge of energy through him like an electric charge. He looked down at his gut and imagined it ballooning to the size of a watermelon. It did so. He opened the fridge and found a cantaloupe waiting for him, and he stretched open his mouth to an impossible size and fit the melon in easily, swallowing it down if it were a small round candy. He felt his gut with his hands, feeling the soft flesh and the hard melon underneath layers of it. He imagined that his gut would be packed with thick fat to pad the melon inside. He watched as his layers of fat grew thicker and thicker until his gut could easily fit a human inside and have enough fat padding no one would notice a difference in shape. 

“Wow, genie, you outdid yourself with this one. I think my friend Henry is gonna get a kick out of this,” Vincent said, turning back to the fridge. This time, when he opened it, the racks were gone and in their place was a full size human being, looking utterly bewildered at their being in a refrigerator. 

“Hello? Vincent? How on earth - I was just in the library. How did I get here?” said the man in the fridge, stepping out of it into the kitchen, “And who’s this? Or what is this?” he said, gesturing to the genie.

“I know you’ve got a million questions but I’d like to try something if you’re still interested,” Vincent said, “Remember when you told me about those funny fantasies you like to muse about when you’re - well you know what I mean?”

Henry looked between the genie and Vincent, and began to notice their large bellies, “What - ?”

“Wanna make it a reality for a bit? I can let you out later. Like this,” Vincent’s stomach changed shape and the melon popped out of his mouth, good as new. 

Henry looked surprised, but interested. “Wow, you swallowed that whole?”

“And you’re next, Henry,” Vincent said, with a gleam of devilishness in his smile. He glanced down on Henry and saw he wasn’t the only one changing shape. With one quick swoop, Vincent grabbed Henry by the shoulders, and threw him head first into his rapidly stretching mouth, sending him down into his belly, which was swelling to the size of a large couch again. Henry seemed to be quite content with this experience, not even struggling to slide down into his friend's belly.

The genie started clapping, “Oh my, what a show! You’ve got the hang of it quite quickly! But I must warn you, you must make three wishes by the time the clock strikes the hour mark, or all of your wishes will be revoked! And if that happens, your friend might be stuck in there for good with no magical stretching maw to let him back out.”

“The hour mark? Isn’t that like Cinderella and stuff? Why’s there a time limit?” Vincent asked, rubbing his gut and mildly distracted by the lump of Henry inside.

“Someone tried to wait to give me a final wish for 30 years and I got fed up and got special permission to start setting time limits.”

“Oh, I suppose that makes sense,” Vincent said absent mindedly, turning to the clock which read 3:59pm. Sudden panic filled him and he jostled his belly, sending Henry bouncing around. “One minute!”

“30 seconds actually,” said Xavier, not stressed about it.

Vincent’s mind went blank with shock as he tried to think of something good. He gave up and went with something that intrigued him earlier, “You said you ate one of the previous wisher people? That could be interesting I suppose to know what it’s like for Henry. I wish you would swallow me whole for a bit, then let me out before I get digested!”

Xavier looked excited and coy, “Really? Me eat you? I haven’t eaten in years,” the genie said, blushing. He clapped his hands and the room filled with smoke, and suddenly the two of them were steaming in a warm vat of hot fudge together. Xavier leaned in close, “I like a little flavor. But what would suit you best? Hmm…” The genie snapped its fingers and the vat of hot fudge turned to chicken soup… then to a birthday cake… then to a pool filled with chicken parm and pasta… then suddenly Vincent found himself sandwiched between two human sized slices of seeded bread, with an assortment of stuffing, cranberry sauce, turkey and lettuce and tomato. “Just want to say thank you for being a great wish-giver,” said the genie.

Vincent’s eyes grew wide as Xavier’s mouth stretched to the size of a door. Vincent felt air rush past his face as the genie’s throat seemed to start vacuuming the air around them down inside it. The sandwich lurched forward and Vincent watched as the giant mouth came closer and closer and he began falling into it, feeling the wet, mushy expanse of the back of the genie’s throat, and the tight squeeze down its esophagus. He fell what felt like ten feet down a tight, slimy tunnel of saliva, and landed in an opening chamber of stomach juices that tingled his skin. He felt around the giant stomach and felt it shrinking. He began with space to move around, but by the time it stopped shrinking he could barely move his chest to breathe. He hoped Henry was doing alright in his own belly, though his empathy was not deep when he felt Henry’s elbows and knees jabbing directly into his bladder and lungs. He felt the stomach walls around him knead his body, squeezing and contracting, as acid trickled down his sweaty face. He felt like he was dissolving into soup, felt like he could no longer tell where his fat belly ended and the one he was in began.

He began to fade into unconsciousness when, in a puff of purple smoke, he felt all stress upon his body relinquish as if he had been let go of from the tightest, sweatiest hug ever. He landed softly, seated on the ground of his kitchen. He looked around but did not see the genie anywhere. Xavier had gone. He felt a bit groggy. Perhaps he had passed out on the kitchen floor. Had it all been a dream? 

His answer came at once.

“Hey, bud, I’m having a great time… but you might wanna swallow some antacids, or let me out soon… unless you're hoping to make me permanently belly fat, of course, but this stomach acid is getting stronger.”

Vincent turned to the fridge. It was still purple. “Cool,” he whispered to himself. He looked up where the genie had been floating a while before and mouthed a silent “thank you.”

“Vincent? You there? I’m kinda digesting in here.” Henry called with a forced-casual tone showing signs of mild panic.

“Oh, right!” Vincent said, opening the fridge to find antacids and threw the whole unopened bottle in his mouth and right down into his belly.

A while later, after stretching his throat and mouth to let Henry out, the pair of them sat at the table, sharing some cookies. They sat in silence for awhile, enjoying each other’s company and processing what had happened.

“So I’m thinking, maybe I can come over for dinner again next week?” Henry said.

“To be dinner? Or share dinner?” Vincent joked.

“Why not both?” They shared a smile.

[allsadnshit]

perfectionism in health stuff can be really emotionally draining so anyone looking to upgrade from toxic cookware, clothing, and house keeping basics should be aware it's about doing the best we can and researching, not like you need to throw away everything you've ever owned and then spend a billion dollars buying the organic healthy versions! especially if you're making those sorts of changes because of health problems, I think it can be really rooted in fear and anxiety to like "earn" healing but in reality lowering your stress is better than most health swaps! but that also doesn't mean you should keep like wearing polyester underwear if you have bv or uti's all the time you know? sometimes you do gotta make a swap!

but like anything, where there's money to be made - we should examine closely and look for good transparency. most food thats "health coded" in grocery stores like veggie straws and oat milk are still full of gums, flavoring, and seed oils that cause inflammation and like most of the time the healthier option won't be some flashy brand at the whole foods - it will literally be buying peppers at the farmers market and like bulk raw ingredients which end up costing less in the long run anyways

just some wisdom from someone who knows the realities of "spend the money now, or watch the doctors bills add up later" <3

[fountian-of-youth]

*Comet had been sniffing the air for a while now, he could smell something, something that wasn't salty waters or blood and rot... it was fresher, not quiet like the ox gardens, no it had a kick to it.. almost like food*

Mm just gotta follow the smell I suppose, curiosity may kill the cat, but this one always comes back..

*Comet followed his nose, due to his location, the smell had been wafting in from a vent, it was a tight fit, but he would make it work. He scooted a table under the vent up on the wall and started the crawl*

Oh I wonder if it's a kitchen! They have to have one, they having sleeping chambers afterall...

*He was not silent as he shimmied through the vent, each movement he made came with a shuffle and thud*

It was a slow day thankful , and one allo could appreciate instead of dealing with the annoying Expendables that showed up from time to time. Today main meal for sale was classic chicken noodle soup. Why?

He found some chicken meat and knew it go bad soon and thankfully there was soup based and veggies in the pantry /garden. He was always the type to not let things go to waste.

He blinked when he heard something moving through the vents staring at it with wide eye look .

He had many questions going through his mind on who would dare squeeze their way through this vent. He pinched the bridge of his nose giving a soft sigh before he crossed his arms over his chest to wait and see what happened or come out.

His tail swished behind him along with his wings as the transparent appendages were currently invisible to seem more human than he is.

[weirdpngs]

[spiderywigglerodstuff]

transparent veggie burger for your scrunglo needs

[owl127]

Prompt: Harryanthe are visiting a restaurant

(I don't know why this came up to my mind, but it suddenly seemed to be very interesting)

(more the locked tomb fics)

Harrow groaned, irritation prickling the lines between her eyes. She blew a stray curl from her face; her hair was getting long again.

“I’m overdressed,” she mumbled as they parked, the sleek EV Ianthe had adopted lately beeping its usual two-tone melody. Ianthe had chosen the vehicle to annoy her father, though much like him, she seemed to hate the silent thing.

Ianthe enjoyed loud powerful creatures. Harrow still hadn’t figured out what got them together. 

“You’re fine,” Ianthe said, exiting the car, but her own jeans and cardigan beg to differ. Harrow suspected something was off when Ianthe didn’t leave the car to pick her up, but at the same time, all other restaurants Ianthe had taken her to were Michelin stars.

This one had a group of drunk teenagers in the corner of the parking lot instead of a valet.

“Are you sure?” Harrow gulped as heat painted her cheeks in the early summer evening. She tugged at her black dress strap, fidgeting with the silk.

Ianthe stopped on her way to the small mom-and-pop restaurant, looking back at Harrow with an intensity that made the heat in her cheeks run down her spine and land on her lower belly.

“You’re gorgeous. Own it,” Ianthe said, and with that, she offered her hand. Harrow took it in a sweaty palm.

Harrow noticed the scent first, that tang of sizzled meat and fresh eggs, a nostalgia from her upbringing. The waitress that found them a table had a striking resemblance to the cook behind a half-wall glass, and she took their orders in an old notebook instead of a fancy tablet.

The chairs were worn, but comfortable and homey, and the other tables talked loudly in a way that made Harrow feel like she belonged. She reached for the faded menu, but long, pale fingers touched her knuckles.

“Do you trust me?” Ianthe asked, violet eyes flashing under dangerously long eyelashes. Harrow’s tummy twisted, and she counted that as hunger. Ianthe didn’t let go of her hand, and Harrow realized she needed to give her an answer.

“Yes,” she breathed out, more airless than she intended, and Ianthe smiled one of her real smiles.

Ianthe ordered in Spanish, and Harrow felt sweat pooling on the back of her neck. The waiter jutted something down and left them with brightly colored glasses of icy water.

“What is this about?” Harrow asked, the entire evening a yet unrevealed side of her girlfriend. She wasn’t sure if she loved it or hated it, but she was certain she wanted to find out.

“Can’t I just take my gorgeous girlfriend out for dinner?” Ianthe bit the transparent straw jutting from her water, playing along the seam with her teeth. Harrow watched it for a second, then blinked, taking a long sip of cold water. It helped with the heat.

As Ianthe looked out at the setting west coast sun, Harrow fell in love again.

The appetizers were little fried fish balls that looked suspicious, but smelled amazing, and Harrow devoured three before Ianthe could set up her napkin. The house sauce was also divine, and Harrow started to understand why Ianthe brought her here. All three unmarked bottles of varying colors of green and red sauce were magnificent.

When Harrow thought the main course couldn’t follow up the appetizer’s great start, she was proven wrong, with the best arroz com pollo she had ever had, with perfectly seasoned veggies and cheese bread on the side. In its simplicity, the dish was glorious.

Then dessert arrived, and Harrow would have gasped if she had a single dramatic bone in her.

But Ianthe had plenty, and she looked up expectantly as the waiter delivered the plate and left.

“You remembered,” Harrow said, her eyes infuriatingly irritated with the warm room.

“I had to dig around to find a restaurant that did the crispy version. Is that the right one?” 

Harrow studied the pie. Three layers: dulce de leche, caramel bread, and the thinnest coat of chocolate. She tapped the top with her spool, the chocolate cracking and the caramelized sugar breaking under the metal.

She took a bite.

When Harrow was five, she joined her family in holiday preparations for the first time. She was allowed to help make the nuts mix, and set up the non-breakable items on the table. But there was a moment her grandma shooed everyone from the kitchen, because she would prepare her secret recipe, and only two members of the family could know about it in a lifetime. Her aunt stayed, but Harrow was given a pass because she wouldn’t remember.

That was the first time she tasted her grandma’s dulce de leche crispy pie. It had been years since she had anything like it.

Until now.

“Harrow?” There was an edge of worry in Ianthe’s voice. 

Harrow cleared her throat, going for another slice.

“Everything okay?” Worry clouded those violet eyes Harrow loved so much, and Harrow blinked and nodded, dabbing at the wetness on her cheeks.

“It’s perfect,“ Harrow said, offering her fork to Ianthe. “Share it with me?”

Ianthe smiled, triumphant, and opened her mouth. Harrow fed her slowly, focusing on how thin lips closed around the layered pie with the precision of a predator.

The room was warm again.

[collecting-stories]

okay so i've never requested a platonic fic before, but if you're interested, i'd love to see a best friend!jake seresin x platonic!reader! i dunno anything fluff or just silliness with the guy :)

like when i think about being friends with him, i acknowledge 100% that he is a CertifiedPrettyBoy™ but he's just not my type 😭

but yeah, platonic!jake seresin x fem!reader please :)) i could see sarcasm thrown at him from reader and him spinning it into one of his flirting bits

I was super excited about this request because I'm ace and I love platonic/best friend fics so much.

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"What do we need for fondue?" Jake asked, leaning against the basket of your shopping cart, flexing his arms when a woman walked passed, looking over at him and smiling. You rolled your eyes, you should have known that going shopping for game day would've been easier by yourself. Although you hated driving and Jake was always happy to drive. And brave the absolute headache that was Trader Joes on a Saturday. 

"Broccoli, some kind of bread, apples, sausage..." You read over the list that you had unfolded on top of a bag of bagels. You looked up from the list to see him looking behind him, still following the same woman, "Seresin, I swear to god-"

"I'm paying attention darling," he joked, turning back and smiling at you. 

"You are not paying attention," you replied, "but I will pretend that you are. What do you wanna get?" 

"Hmm," he hummed meaningfully before standing up straight, "broccoli, apples, sausage." 

"You just want me to have to go back over to the bread cause you know I hate that lady," you muttered.

"I think you come here too often if you have a literal vendetta against a woman stocking shelves," he replied, "but also, I saw the guy with the kids headed to the veggies and I don't want you to commit murder over a bag of tiny trees."

"A true american hero Hangman," you laughed, turning the cart in the opposite direction.

The first time you met Jake Seresin he'd been out with some friends at the bar you worked at and he'd laid on the charm, pleasantly surprised but unbothered that you weren't interested. From there, something of a strange friendship developed and eventually evolved into him moving in with you when he officially moved to the area and didn't wanna live on base. The whole thing worked out better than you ever imagined that it would, mostly because he was the first roommate you didn't actively hate. You even did things you weren't entirely excited to do, like host Super Bowl parties for his friends. 

"Look at this!" Jake interrupted your stare down with the bread shelves, trying to decide between the ciabatta and the french loaves. When you turned he was holding a chocolate cake shaped like a heart, "for Valentines."

"I have a date," you reminded him.

"On Valentines?" He asked, looking down at the cake and then back at you.

"Yeah remember, I told you? I literally put it on the calendar." 

"Then we can have it the day before." He insisted, putting it in the cart.

"On Galentine's day?"

"More like Pal-entines day."

"Ehh," you cringed and laughed when he rolled his eyes at you. "Did you get everything?"

"Yeah, and that girl's number too," he smiled, waving his phone at you.

"Naturally," you replied, "hey maybe you can share the cake with her."

Jake shook his head, "first date on Valentines? Yikes," he said and then, "you aren't going on a first date on Valentines are you?"

"No...it's like our third date." You replied, "I've literally detailed both previous dates."

"Yeah and you still haven't told me, your nearest and dearest friend, who it is you're going out with," Jake pointed out. He was right, obviously. You hadn't mentioned who you had been dating. You were usually too transparent with each other and you wanted to tell him it was just that...it was someone he knew and if things didn't go well or fizzled out or anything, you didn't want Jake to feel like he needed to get involved. You loved him and he was your best friend but sometimes he went into older brother mode and you didn't need him thinking he needed to fix something or move something along that didn't need to be fixed or moved along. 

"I will...but not right now, when we're supposed to be grocery shopping," you replied. 

Jake stuck his tongue out at you and grabbed the grocery list from the cart, scanning over the items you hadn't crossed out yet, "does this guy like football?"

"Why would that matter?" You asked, grabbing the ciabatta bread finally and putting it in your cart, "I don't like football."

"Don't like football?" He practically laughed out loud as he said it, "darling you were literally screaming at the TV during play-offs." 

"Um," you dragged out the 'm' as you shot him a skeptical look, feigning disbelief at his claim, "I don't remember that."

"I definitely remember that. Coyote as my witness, I have never seen someone that excited about football outside my dad," he replied. "Hey, it's not Coyote is it?"

"What's not Coyote?" 

"This guy you're dating."

"It is not Coyote," you replied, "I promise you will be the first to know if I feel like it's definitely going somewhere...and it won't be Coyote."

"Just checking." 

You rolled your eyes, taking back the grocery list from him, "grocery shopping Hangman, grocery shopping." 

[palanaeum]

@turing-tested

Hey, don't be sad. 1lb Beef Shank (or brisket or chuck eye) (🥩) cubed and brought to a Boil (🔥) with a few Peppercorns (🧆) in lightly salted Vegetable Stock (allium free <3) (🧂🫕), skimming the scum off the top. Reduce heat to Low (🌡), cover, and let simmer for 2½ hours (🕝) (or less if the beef is very tender already). Add 1lb cubed Potatoes (waxy kind) (🥔) and cook until tender. Season with Fish Sauce (🩸) and Salt (🧂) to taste. Add in 3c Baby Bok Choy (🥬), canned Baby Corn (🌽), and canned Bamboo Shoots (🎍) and cook for 5 minutes. Serve Hot (♨️) and Enjoy! (🍲😋)

Hey, don't be sad. Ginger (🫚) and garlic (🧄) ok? <3

[xythlia]

can we have the stew recipe pls I've been saving all the ones you share because they're really good!

yea!

ur ingredients: 1 1/2 pounds of stew meat (look for the cubed beef in most butcher sections), 10 cups broth (I use water mixed with better than bouillon for five cups then the other five it's straight beef broth), 2 diced white onions, 2 tablespoons butter, 1 teaspoon caraway seed, msg in place of salt to taste, 4 cloves of garlic, 2 tablespoons hot paprika, 2 tablespoons sweet paprika, 1 ripe tomato peeled and cubed, a whole bag of carrots, 1 pound of potatoes

you wanna saute your onions in a stew pot on medium with your butter but don't brown them, just let them get glossy/transparent. next add ur beef to the onions and let them cook up for about 10 minutes, you just wanna brown the meat. while that's cooking mince your garlic good. after ten minutes add ur paprika & garlic & caraway seed then cook until the paprika is all incorporated then pour in the broth. DO NOT USE COLD LIQUID it'll shock the meat and make it tough n chewy.

cover that bitch for like three hours im not kidding. Let it simmer and check it like every half hour/hour. while that's going soak the tomato in boiling water for like 3 minutes then peel off the skin & chop it. peel & chop up the carrots and potatoes (potatoes get cubed). After the first hour of simmering add in the veggies and let it go for the other two hours.

tada you have beef stew I always eat it with nice crusty bread & red wine

[gil-notskajla]

Can i, as a bot, have a recipe too?

Ofc! here's one ive sent today:

Separate culiflower head into smaller parts and put them on the bottom of roasting pan. Grate 2 carrots (on medium holes of grater) into a bowl, add fist-sized conserve of fresh corn (can be together with liquid, tho idk if american one has edible water, you can suplement it with half a glass of water) and spice it with herbs of provence (dry mix). Spread spiced carrot with corn on the surface of culiflower layer. On the top cover it with thin slices of butter, on top of butter put thin slices of onion (can be white or colored). Pull out a pot, melt 100g of butter, add a spoonfull of flour and a little bit of milk, stirr non-stop till it denses (it denses rather quickly). Keep adding small fractions of milk and stirring till it becomes kissel-y in texture. Spread it on the onion layer and cover with layer of grated gouda cheese. Close the roasting pan with a cover. Bake in 180°c for 60 minutes till culiflower is soft (time may vary depending on oven, general rule for transparent roasting pan is waiting for bottom of the pan's content to start visibly boiling, after it starts boiling its ready in about 20 minutes. it doesnt hurt to leave it in warm oven for a while after u turn it off. also disclaimer for cheese: when it starts getting brown on edges of the pan itd good to turn off top heater and continue with only bottom heater of oven workin'). if u use half a culiflower, 2 carrots, one can of corn it usually gives u 8 portions but it depends how much you eat (well maybe not you, if you dont have mouth and digestive module as a bot, but your more organic homies you will perhaps try making this for :3). its defo enough for 4 people for one meal so you can try sharing with group of friends and/or family.🫒🧅🥕🧈🌽

Veggies can be eaten alone but they go HARD with salmon, so: on a frying pan add thin layer of sunflower or olive oil and, under a lid on small/medium flame, fry 1 person portions of salmon for about 20 mins (till they turn evenly light pink on the surface). (Advised to fry with skin on bottom of salmon piece to prevent burning the edible inside. Skin usually comes off on it's own after frying). Salmon is a very rich in taste on it's own and i dont spice it but it's really delicious with some lemon juice! 🐟

[avianyuh]

Heya! Do you take requests? If so, can you please write BTS members headcanons where their SO has her finals approaching and feels apathetic, lazy/unmotivated to study? PS-Love your writing! THANK YOU :)

{A/N; as a stressed out college student, this request spoke to me lol}

BTS Helping Thier S/O Through Finals

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Jin:

Jin really did feel for you during finals

So when you told him you were feeling unmotivated and a little overwhelmed

He knew you would either completely ignore studying or stress yourself out and prioritize cramming for notes over sleeping and getting enough to eat

Neither option was good in his mind

So, he told you he would help you stay on track

So he tried to help you the best way he knew how to

He ended up creating meal plans and would cook for you

If he had to be somewhere and couldn't be home with you he would leave you meals in the fridge to heat up

He usually makes you fresh meals with lots of veggies and filling ingredients

He wanted you to be healthy

He'd try to encourage you to take some breaks

Whether it was Jin trying to get you to put down your textbook and play a round of MarioKart

Just something fun to get your mind off of things

He would leave you alone to study

But if it got to be really late in the night

He would come into your room and tap on your shoulder, telling you the time and suggesting you go to bed

He'd carry you to bed and make sure to keep all of the lights dimmed so you didn't get headaches or anything

He'd just be such a sweetheart

Yoongi:

I think Yoongi would treat your finals the same way he treats work

He usually bottles up his emotions and just perseveres through hard times

Which was exactly what you were doing

So when he finally asked you one day how your studies were going he was surprised to hear you say you hadn't even cracked open your notes yet

At first, he didn't really know how to help you since he kept those struggles to himself

He had to think about your situation for a minute

How can he help you?

He realized that he needed to figure out a way to get you interested and motivated again

To him that meant getting the two of you to be productive together

So that meant staying up late with you

You'd usually come to the studio, sometimes the two of you stayed at home

You'd sit next to each other at the desk

He'd work on his music and you'd be working on getting through your studies

When things got boring he'd have you switch seats with him

You'd listen to his demos and he'd read over your notes or essays

You'd give each other advice or suggestions, then you'd switch back

And it turned out, that his plan worked

It kept you motivated and interested

Being able to share something helped keep you on track and helped to get your mind off of your finals

Hoseok:

Hobi has always stressed the importance of transparency with you

He always wanted you to be honest about your feelings with him

He could also tell when you were upset or overwhelmed in any way

One night at dinner, he noticed that you weren't as talkative and you kept your head down

He knew something was bothering you

So when he questioned you about your change in demeanor, your reaction was concerning

You ended up breaking down right in front of him

He immediately got up out of his chair and came over to your side of the table, crouching down to be at eye level with you

He pulled you closer to him and asked how he could help

So when you explained that you felt burnt out and lost in your studies, completely unprepared for your finals

He made it his mission to help you

He came home early from practice

Helping you create flashcards

Running to the library or bookstore if you needed something

If you ever printed things, Hobi would collect everything and staple it all for you

Constantly asking if you needed anything

"Do you need more flashcards? Sticky notes? Glitter pens?"

So attentive and just wanted you as stress-free as possible

Namjoon:

As we all know, Joonie is very, very smart

But he is also a very mature, responsible, caring leader

And obviously, those traits bleed over into his love life with you

Just like Hobi, I think Joon would easily pick up on the fact that you were stressed

But I don't even think you'd have to explain much to Namjoon

He knew that finals were coming up

He watched you night after night, hunched over at your desk with your head in your hands

He got the impression that you were having a hard time focusing

So instead of you coming to Namjoon

H was the one that sat you down one day and offered you some help

He suggested study sessions with him

Flashcards, books, all that jazz

He would create and buy everything

And you would follow his mock study plan

He could see your mood change from reserved and quiet to positive and confident in a short amount of time

All of that was worth it when you came home a week after your finals had ended

Of course with an A-grade for almost all of your finals

#1 teacher Kim Namjoon!

Jimin:

Another sweetheart

Was genuinely upset to see you so unhappy and stressed

When you told him you didn't have any motivation to study and that you would just accept your fate of a bad grade, he knew he had to help you stay on track

Jimin would be a combination of Jin and Hobi

I don't think he'd cook, but he'd make all the little decisions for you

Like, he'd just order you takeout from places he knew you liked

And he'd make your bed for you and wash all the dishes

Like Hobi, Jimin would be outside of your door constantly

By that, I mean constantly Jimin would be running out to get you all the supplies you needed

Sometimes you didn't even ask, he would just snoop around your desk and notice all of the little things

Like if you were low on pencils or if you were nearing the end of a notebook

I think HE'D be the one to print out a bunch of articles or cheat sheet-type things for you to read

Jimin would also make sure you took time to sleep, but also make sure that you stuck to a schedule

He literally bought one of those corkboards to hang over your desk and would stick notes and printouts on it for you

He'd bribe you with fun outings, only if you studied for maybe 2 hours or something

"We can go to that carnival, but you need to study for your history final first, TWO HOURS, NON-NEGOTIABLE"

The specifics/times would change depending on your level of interest in the outing and subject lol

He didn't want you stressed, but he didn't want you to feel like you shouldn't study at all

To be honest, finals season was more stressful for him than it was for you

Taehyung:

When finals approached and he noticed you hadn't been studying he was a bit confused

At first, he thought you were going to the library to study, but he noticed you were home more than usual

So when he asked you if everything was okay, you just shrugged and told him you didn't care

Tae became concerned as he knew school was important to you

So he pressed on

"Is it a class? Is it too hard?, I'll Help you Y/n!"

So after a few pesterings from Tae you finally confessed that it was all too overwhelming and you just didn't want to stress over your classes

Taehyung offered to help you as best he could

As Tae loves clothes, he would pick out your outfits for you so you didn't get decision fatigue

He'd also make you food and take care of all of the household chores

You two would have nightly 'therapy' sessions where you'd explain to him what was hard

Then he'd look over your notes and try to help you

This period of time included lots of cuddles and support

And spoiler alert, you got great results after the grades were finalized

All thanks to Tae

Jungkook:

Kook has always been a productive

I mean, come on...he's a Virgo, it's written in the stars for him

Literally

So when you offhandedly mentioned you wouldn't be paying much attention to your finals

JK knew he couldn't let that slide

He loves to be organized and on top of things

So he took it upon himself to create a schedule for you

Like Jimin, I think he'd also buy you a corkboard and stick flashcards on it lol

He really wanted you to be successful

And of course, he'd hear out any of your concerns and try to help you with anything you were stuck on

I think he'd try to cook you some healthy meals

He'd also be that kind of dork to be like; "Well science proves that working out helps you with memorization"

Because JK has turned into quite the gym bro he'd force you to take breaks and go to the gym with him

And whenever you got tired of the gym, you'd say stuff like "I'd rather write my 10,000-word essay than do another push up"

and Kook would be like, "Bet😏"

and before you knew it, you'd be a successful studying machine

He used reverse psychology and you didn't even know

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{Additional A/N; I know for college finals are approaching, so I want to say good luck to everyone who is gearing up for that, and of course thank you to the beautiful anon who sent in this request, I hope you liked it!}

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AU game 1! 5 headcanons for an AU where Tamaki is (inexplicably) a vegetarian, and the Quirks he manifests from eating all his veggies leads him to intern with Kamui Woods instead?

1- Tamaki is a vegetarian because when he was very little and it first manifested, he grew chicken feathers and was so terrified that he was actually turning into a chicken that would be killed and eaten too, he never touched any meat again. This is in spite of his mother having the same quirk as him and telling him that won't happen, but anyway. Instead he uses vines for reach and thorns for attack

2- his hero name is still Suneater, from Mirio's suggestion, and his hero costume is similar, but kinda leans more "forest elf" I guess- green accents instead of purple. Tamaki is relieved when Kamui Woods approves of him wearing a mask that fully hides his face, instead of a transparent visor.

3- Tamaki takes some supplements due to being vegetarian, including iron. This means he's able to manifest iron as a shield, but tends to only do it as a last resort because it really upsets his stomach. Kamui Woods saw this one time and asked if he could manifest other things not just plants, and had he tried meat before? Tamaki panics and bluescreens while saying he can't, leading Kamui Woods to believe that in a trade-off for his quirk, Tamaki can't even digest meat, let alone manifest anything.

4- Kamui Woods is an interesting mix of private and public- keeps a lower profile from his current home and life, but also had a documentary about his apparently horrible childhood made. Tamaki approves of the former, but not the latter, so while Kamui is a great mentor for fighting technique and rescue strategy, he's not quite getting through to him about any publicity.

5- In his second year, Tamaki and Kamui were on patrol after school when a sludge villain attacked a middle schooler, who caused several fires in retaliation. Kamui Woods was unable to get close due to the flames, and Tamaki prioritized rescue over combat, meaning he was running low on any food by the time he turned to consider fighting Sludgy. Then another middle schooler ran out in front of him and tried to help, and then All Might showed up, and Tamaki held it was the most terrifying day of his life for over a year.

+1- (Until the day he's called in to talk to 1A, which he was happy to do instead of going to his internship, which has been different since Kamino and Kamui rocketing up in the rankings, Tamaki does not like change and he likes the publicity increase even less, and he sees those two middle schoolers again, in that class All Might teaches sometimes, and they're asking him too many questions and scowling at him and they were there that day and at Kamino and here now, and nope, they're cursed, he's not dealing with that, he's out of here, Nejire let go of his arm, he wants to go to 1B and get the vine girl to join the internship to take the focus off him, please no Mirio he just wants to leave-)