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#🥣 ; soup works
mispatchedgreens · 1 month
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wang baoxiang's kitchen, an extended universe. part 1: morning alone, part 2: "brother I'm getting a divorce", part 3: ah shit, how does soup even work, part 4: the kiss
get more of the kitchen and part 3 specifically here! ✨🥣🐀✨
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A mixture of prompts suitable for both romantic and platonic interactions! Send + REVERSE to flip which muse is performing the action.
Send 💞 for RECEIVER to wake up and find SENDER watching them adoringly.
Send 🤍 for RECEIVER and SENDER to have a lazy chat curled up under the covers.
Send 🤝 for RECEIVER to grab SENDER’S hand and reassure them.
Send 💟 for RECEIVER to rest their head in SENDER’S lap.
Send 💓 for RECEIVER and SENDER to admire their new baby together.
Send 💤 for SENDER and RECEIVER to get ready for bed together.
Send 🛀 for RECEIVER to run a bath for SENDER.
Send 🥣 for RECEIVER to feed SENDER soup while they're unwell.
Send 💪for RECEIVER to carry a sleepy SENDER to bed.
Send 💜 for RECEIVER to massage SENDER’S shoulders to relax them.
Send 😣 for RECEIVER to soothe SENDER after a nightmare.
Send 🍦for RECEIVER to share a bite of their ice cream with SENDER.
Send ❣️for RECEIVER to pull SENDER away from their task into a slow dance.
Send 🛌for RECEIVER to initiate a pillow fight with SENDER while changing the sheets.
Send 🥱 for RECEIVER to find SENDER up late at night and refuse to go back to bed without them.
Send 😮‍💨 for RECEIVER to take care of SENDER when they get home from a rough day at work.
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pixelatedraindrops · 7 months
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Edit thread story of the NDA helping take care of a fever stricken Yuma~ 🌡️
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“You’re such a handful… Come. Let’s head back to the agency for you to recuperate.”
Halara escorts a very dizzy Yuma back to base safely lending him their shoulder to lean on. Making sure no Peacekeepers can mess with them. The bright lights of the city aren’t helping his throbbing headache so his eyes remain shut. Halara also picked up the supplies needed from Kanai's shops. (spending their own money in the process no less) They’re still not used to touching Yuma yet so they feel a bit awkward. 💦
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“Yuma you’re burning up. And you’re shaking like a leaf. Go sit down and I’ll go and get you a blanket.”
Upon return and Halara’s explanation, Yakou walks over and checks Yuma’s temperature (with the back of his hand) He’s burning and shivering from the fever induced chills. He quickly ushers him to sit down on the sofa he sleeps on. Then he lets him borrow the blanket from his own bed to keep warm. 🧣
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"Yuma are you okay? Here, let's check your temperature..."
When Yuma sits down wrapped in Yakou's blanket gripping it tightly still shivering, Kurumi sits right beside him. Although Yakou already checked for a fever, she worries deeply for his state and insists on taking a device reading of his body temperature, using the thermometer Halara bought. When the device is inserted, it turns out to be about 39 degrees (102 degrees f) 🌡️🥵
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“Alright Yuma, here's your medicine. Open up, my man. Down the hatch.”
After Kurumi leaves temporarily, Desuhiko sits next to Yuma. He's told by Yakou to give him the liquid medicine that Halara bought earlier. It was a strong fever reducer. After some hesitation, he finally takes it. But it was very strong and bitter. He didn’t like it very much 💀💊
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“Here Yuma, I was told that warm soup is always the best if you don’t feel well! This should help to heal you!”
Fubuki cooks and feeds Yuma some nice hot soup from the ingredients that were bought. (Kurumi helps her make it) Even if he doesn’t finish it all, he still enjoys how warm it is with what little he does eat 🥣 It was warm enough to stop his body from shivering.
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“This fever is… persistent… What a pain… I wanna die someday…”
Vivia rests in the dark with Yuma after everyone works on cooling him off with ice water. (and ice) due to his fever suddenly spiking later in the night. (rising to nearly 103) So Vivia stays with him until he’s stable. They both end up falling asleep, and Vivia places his cool hand against Yuma’s warm hand. 🤝 They remain this way through the night.
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"Sheesh Master, you're so pathetic... Don't worry me like that again. I thought you were a goner for sure..."
Yuma wakes up the next morning with his fever finally broken. Shinigami lays beside him with her ghostly hand over him as if she was hugging him. She mutters something under her breath, and he hears every word. He smiles placing his hand to her form, even though he can't feel it. 👻
He couldn't have been more thankful to have such kind friends
Maybe even a family 💕
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Yeah, I just wanted to make another edit scenario where the nocturnal found family agency takes care of their frail lil’ trainee needing some help 😷
A different scenario from what happened in my sickfic but similar enough 💕
I love this family so much 🥰 They are perfect.
(Quite happy with how these came out)
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noodlefaqymom · 11 days
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I’m currently working on a Charlie and Vaggie project ❤️‍🩹🪽😈🌈
The reference is made by Mellon soup on pretty much everything🍈🥣
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urbanflorals · 3 months
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my throat isn't there anymore like how does it hurt this much wtf so unfair
booo bad throat *dances and chants around* GO GO GO AWAY HURT THROAT if my spell casting doesn't work have some more soup and bread!!!
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paigeworx · 8 months
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It’s a WIP Wednesday! I have a lot of cool projects in the works, but am trying to post a little more pop culturally relevant stuff that’s still important to me. So here’s a plainclothes spidey punk fighting the power with “soup for his family”.😏🥣 Can’t wait to digitally ink. 🖋️
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finniestoncrane · 8 months
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Hi finnie, congratulations to your milestone! 💚💚💚 you deserve this! 💚💚💚 I'd like to order a Sit-In, Signature Cocktail with Question Mark Shaped Nuggies, the gotham one please 💚 I'd like to add 🥣 Soup 🍆 Roasted Veg 🍿 Cheese Popcorn 🍗 Chicken Wings + AFAB reader, she/her 💚💚💚 thank you, have a good day 💚
gotham!riddler x gn!reader, word count: 350 content (warnings): teensy bit of dubious consent but then enthusiastic consent, biting/marking the kitchen is now closed! 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block) a/n: anon i swear i didn't ignore your afab💚
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There were so many people within earshot. And it wasn't that you were embarrassed by Ed, or embarrased for him, but it was a little too much to be having this extremely personal conversation at work in the bullpen of the GCPD.
You put your hands up, gesturing for him to stop, but typical of Edward Nygma, there was no stopping him mid-rant. So instead you talked over him, causing him to take a breath, closing his lips tight in the straight and uncomfortable smile he wore so often.
"Don't! Zip it! You can't do this here, Ed. It's not... the time, or the place!"
"Well, I've never done this before, I don't know how you're supposed to profess and undying love for-"
"Stop!"
You grabbed his grey, ill-fitting jacket by the sleeves and pulled him into the janitorial closet behind you. He looked shocked, but neither happy or unhappy, until you spoke.
"Listen, Eddie. I... I appreciate what you're saying, but can't we leave this for now? Maybe we can discuss it privately, after work?"
As you continued to speak, Ed stopped listening, suddenly aware of himself in the reflection of the mirror above the sink behind you. Where his better half spoke to him.
"Come on, Ed! Sometimes, you have to show someone what they're missing to let them realise how badly they want you!"
He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the voice in his head, encouraging him to indulge, but it was relentless.
"If she's so worried about people hearing about you two, maybe you should let them see the proof. Mark her up, make it obvious even to the dolts in uniform."
Your words were stifled in your mouth as Ed pressed his lips to yours. And you remained silent as he trailed the kisses along your cheek and jaw, gently curving to your neck where he sunk his teeth in. In surprise, you gasped, but made no moves to push him away, especially when he started sucking the skin into his mouth. You could feel the bruise forming, your skin prickling as your body tensed, leaning into his embrace.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad for people to know.
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chronically-ghosted · 3 months
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Can't have you all nervous on the eve of your posting. Here.
🧁 ~ I would share my sweets with you.
🥣 ~ If you were feeling sick, I would make soup for you. (my mom's chicken soup with pastina - it works wonders)
okay then what's your favorite sweets? go to every time?
and please please tell me everything about this pastina -- do you have a picture???
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warmblanketwhump · 2 years
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Idk if you're still taking requests from the prompt list, but IF YOU ARE-
Can I maybe please request a combination of🥣,🛏, and 💭 please?
absolutely! this is a new combo of prompts so this was a fun one - hope you enjoy!!
🥣 - warm soup | 🛏 - extra time in bed | 💭 - soft thoughts/pet names
“B, you’re gonna be late.”
B moans and pulls the twisted tangle of blankets back over their head, unwilling to leave the warmth of their bed in the cold winter morning. “Time to get up already?”
“From the way you sound? No, it’s not." A's brows furrow in concern over how raspy and weak B sounds. "But last night, you told me to make sure you were up and moving by now.”
“Five more minutes," B moans from under the covers. They had planned to ge to work early this morning to get ahead on a couple projects, but after an awful night’s sleep, that plan was immediately on the back burner. A's eyebrows raise in doubt, but they leave B and do as they're asked.
Once they’re alone, B blinks once, twice, trying to will away the clouds of sleep that still hang in their vision. Their throat is raw, their eyes feel swollen and gritty from the lack of sleep, their head is pounding, and on top of it all, they feel chilled, even under three thick quilts. But still, they push themselves up on shaky arms, willing themselves to awaken and face the day in their sorry state.
When A returns to the bedroom five minutes later, B’s managed to perch themselves on the edge of the mattress. They’re hunched over, clutching a thick bathrobe around their shoulders, staring blankly at the wall with tired, shadowed eyes.
“B, are you sure you’re feeling okay? You look…rough.”
“Didn’t sleep well.” Their voice is paper-thin and scratchy, and A doesn’t miss the way their head bobs slightly, as if staying upright is too tall an order. A sudden chill rattles their teeth, and they hug themselves tighter and draw the bathrobe closer to their neck. “It’s so drafty in here. Did you open the windows last night?”
“I don’t think so. I actually turned the heat up because the weather took a turn.” A frowns, cocking an eyebrow. “You’re cold?”
B nods as the chills race up and down their spine, and they rub their aching arms in a futile bid to warm up. Now that they’re out from under the covers, it feels like someone’s dumped a bucket of ice water over their whole body in a windy snowstorm. “Froze all night. I just can’t get warm.”
A’s face visibly softens, and they cross the room and pick up an extra blanket to wrap around B, then sit down next to them on the bed and pull them into a hug. “You’re shivering, you poor thing.” Then, they brush the back of their hand across B’s forehead, and B leans into the touch like it’s the only thing keeping them upright.
A’s hand is gentle as they cup B’s face, then migrate down to B’s neck, where they lightly press against their skin. “You feel awfully warm, hon. Lymph nodes are pretty swollen, too. You sure you don’t want to lay back down?” 
They expect protests, but B just tips over onto their shoulder like a rag doll and shrugs, head laying heavy against them. “Am I sick?”
“Oh honey. I think you are.” A can feel the fever radiating from their forehead. If A’s got any say in it, B isn’t leaving their bed at all today. When they go to wrap an arm around B’s shoulders, B slides forward and their head falls in A’s lap. 
“I…can’t seem to sit up,” B whispers faintly.
 A lays a comforting hand on B’s shoulders, rubbing them gently. “Be honest. When did you start feeling bad?” 
B twitches one shoulder in a pathetic shrug. “Throat hurt yesterday, but thought it was just allergies.” They swallow and wince - their throat is on fire now. “But it got worse overnight. Couldn’t sleep at all.“ Their lower lip quivers and A sees the tears pooling in their exhausted eyes. “I’m so tired.”
A’s face is sympathetic as they stroke B’s hair, hand cool against their feverish forehead. “B, even if you weren’t sick, there’s no way you could function at work on no sleep.”
B just curls closer. “Probably.”
They sit there together for a while, before A breaks the silence with a soft question. “So what do you want to do this morning?”
B groans and shakes their head. They just ache all over, and despite the layers and A’s warmth, they’re still so stiff and bone-chilled they can barely move. The idea of walking to the bathroom to get ready makes them want to cry. “I just want to be back under the covers.”
A squeezes their shoulder and helps them crawl back under the quilts, adding an extra blanket on top for good measure. “Bed it is, then. Can I call someone to let them know you’re not feeling well and won’t be coming in?” 
After a mumbled name and phone number from B, A slips away to make the call. B burrows deeper under the covers. They’ve been sick before, but this is a new level of illness. They’re too tired to do much more than stare at the wall and shiver under the covers, but their throat hurts too badly to get comfortable enough to sleep. Instead, they fade in and for what could be ten minutes or ten hours, all time lost to their fever-addled mind.
A soft knock at the door jolts them, and they see A at the door, holding a bowl of something in their hand.
“Sorry…I shouldn’t have woken you,” A winces.
“You didn’t.”
“Called your work. They said everything’s covered, so just focus on feeling better.”
B murmurs softly in gratitude, and A comes to their bedside. They feel the bed dip as A sits on the mattress, slipping a cool hand behind A’s neck to check their fever, then brushing the back of it over A’s cheek.
“Apparently flu and strep have been making the rounds at your work. This thing really knocked you out, didn’t it, sweetheart?”
“Mmhm.” B can’t manage much more than that, and it’s too much work to open up their eyes. 
“I just…I made some chicken broth for you. If you’d like it. Just figured it might help your throat and warm you up a bit. I can help you sip it.”
It may be the lack of sleep or the fever making them weepy, but B could cry right then and there - that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for them while they were sick.
“Want me to help you sit up?”
B nods, and A helps prop them up, careful to keep an extra blanket wrapped tightly around B’s shoulders. With A’s hand supporting, they cling to the bowl with shaky hands, savoring the warmth in spite of their fever. They take a few sips - and the broth is the perfect temperature to soothe their raw throat.
Again, their eyes well up with tears. “I don’t deserve you, A.”
“Sure you do.” A’s smiling. “I’m a great caretaker, and you deserve the best.”
“I’m serious.” The tears are back. “You’re kind and wonderful and caring and I’ve never met anyone as selfless as you.” 
“Oh come on now.” A’s trying to brush it off, but B hears the catch in their voice. “You’re gonna make me insufferable with compliments like that. Save your voice.”
They only manage a few more sips, but already they can feel the warmth spreading from their core to their chilled bones, easing the stiff achiness of their joints. Afterward, they pass back the bowl and huddle back under their covers.
A sets the bowl down, then picks up another blanket at the foot of B’s bed, covering B’s curled up body with it - another layer of protection from the winter cold. Then, instead of leaving, A slides themselves in the spot in the bed behind B, slipping under the top layer and draping an arm over their blanketed shoulders to pull B close.
“What’re you doing?” A’s already drifting back off into unconsciousness.
“Staying with you. If you want me to.”
“I do.” And those are the last words from B’s lips before they slip into wonderful sleep, A’s arm around their bundled form.
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thepaintedlady00 · 1 year
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Hi again (I’m the person who requested Dream A Little Dream Of Me, and yes I’ve another one because your writing’s that amazing ~ I loved it) could we have a Morpheus x sick reader where Morpheus just takes care of them and loves them to pieces (I’m currently sick 💀)
I'm sorry your sick! (have some soup 🥣🥰) One fluffy Dream piece coming right up!
(Requests are officially closed until the next Request Week! Thank you all for participating! 🥰)
You hunched over your computer, hurriedly typing out the email. The words were blurry in your sick hazy vision, but yo needed to get this done. Just one last-
A cold arm wrapped around your middle. "God damn it."
Your face twisted into a scowl as you crossed your arms over your chest with a stuffy huff and planted your feet stubbornly. The Endless behind you chuckled and then proceeded to drag you back to you room, your bare feet squeaking quietly as they slide across the floor. With no effort at all he lifted you up and placed you back in bed.
Dream tucked you back beneath the covers and looked up at your scowl with amused eyes. "Don't give me that look. You need to rest."
"I need to get the last of my work done." You protest.
"It will still be there waiting for you when you are better."
"But-"
He shot you a look and sat beside you, reaching into his coat. "I can always resort to more drastic measures if you insist on being stubborn."
You grabbed his hand. "No! I'll stay in bed! Don't dust me oh mighty and powerful-" Coughing interrupted your sarcastic speech.
Dream fluffed your pillows and held a small bowl of soup in his hand, gingerly blowing on it and carefully feeding you. You both loved and hated this, his absolute and uninterrupted attention. On one hand it felt nice being so taken care of. Truly with Dream here you wanted for nothing. On the other he was a strict helper and insisted on doing everything, even the simplest of tasks. But, you considered it to just be something he did because he cared for you so you let him spoon feed you like some ninety year old without complaint.
Eventually he joined you in the bed, holding you close to his chest, between his legs, wrapped in at least five blankets while he massaged your head. The two of you were watching your favorite movies, something you knew Dream didn't particularly enjoy but did to make you happy. "Thank you for taking care of me."
He smiled down at you. "Always, my love."
When he leaned in further for a kiss you stoped him. "I'll get you sick."
"I am an anthropomorphic personification. I cannot get sick."
"Right." You giggled pressing yourself up to accept his sweet kisses. "Having an ancient being for a boyfriend has a lot of perks."
He wrapped his arms around you and chuckled. "Go to sleep my sick little dreamer."
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culturecalypsosblog · 2 years
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Today’s Recipes Of Skyrim blog series is Stormcloak Camp Potato Chedder Soup & Garlic Bread
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This dish is a staple at every farmstead & crofters cottage across Skyrim. Simple but hearty it gives a bone deep warmth that better prepares anyone for the days labor ahead. Be they adventuring, tending a shop, or working the fields.
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Stormcloak Camp Potato Cheddar Soup
Prep: 10 minutes
Cooking: 30 minutes
Makes: 4 servings
Pairs well with: Garlic Bread
Ingredients:
2 tablespoons unsalted butter
1 small onion minced
2 tablespoons all purpose flour
2 cups chicken broth plus more as needed
1/2 cup of whole milk
3 or 4 medium russet potatoes peeled & cubed about 1 lb
1/2 shredded cheddar cheese
1 teaspoon Stormcloak seasoning (see below)
1/2 cup heavy cream
Cooked crumbled bacon for garnishing & you can put more directly into the soup (optional) 
1. Melt the butter in a medium saucepan over medium heat. Add the onion & cook for several minutes, Until the onion is soft and fragrant. Sprinkle the flower in and stir to combine before continuing to cook for a few minutes more making a roux, until the flour is fully incorporated.
2. Add the chicken broth and milk, followed by the cubed potatoes. Turn up the heat so the mixture simmers, & cook until the potatoes are quite soft, about 15-20 minutes. Using an immersion blender or a potato masher, blend the soup until it is an even texture. Add the cheddar cheese and the stormcloak seasoning, (see below) And just enough of the cream to get the consistency you like. Ladle into serving dishes and top with the crumbled bacon if desired.
Tip: This recipe can be scaled up for more servings by simply adding 1 potato & increasing the amount of liquid & cheese
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Garlic Bread
Nothing pairs with a nice hearty soup quite like a slice or two of thick bread topped with butter, garlic & herbs. This easy & quick recipe makes enough for surprise guests or the whole family, and as an added bonus, garlic is good for your heath, stamina, & magicka.
Prep: 5 minutes
Cooking: 15 minutes
Makes: 8 servings
Pairs well with: Any soup or pasta dish
Ingredients:
1 (16 ounce) loaf Italian bread
1/2 cup (1 stick) salted butter, softened
3 cloves of garlic
1 tablespoon fresh parsley, chopped fine or dried ground
1/4 cup grated parmesan cheese
1. Preheat the oven to 350° andd set out a large baking sheet. Slice the loaf of bread into pieces 1 inch thick. And place these on the baking sheet In a small bowl, combine the butter, garlic, & parsley. For a stronger flavor let the butter and garlic sit for a few hours before spreading.
2. Spread the mixture evenly onto each slice of bread then bake for about 10 minutes or until the butter has soaked into the bread.
3. Remove from the oven and turn on the broiler. Sprinkle the Parmesan cheese on top of each slice, then place under the broiler for a few minutes, until the cheese is melted & slightly golden. Serve right away.
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Stormcloak seasoning
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Ingredients/Instructions:
2 tsp dried dill
1/2 tsp black pepper
1 tsp mustard powder
2 tsp fennel seeds
Grind all ingredients together with mortar and pestle and store in an airtight container.
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I hope you enjoy this blog more to follow shortly,
Regards,
Culture Calypso’s Blog 🗻🥣🧀🥔🥖
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payaso-affairs · 1 year
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when i tell you i ate up those brock hcs.. Im a food lover so what foods can Brock make? :0 also i sneak seasoning into the food
duuuuude I'm so glad people liked those!! put much love into them <:)
i feel like Brock mostly makes like. low effort foods or foods you can make in bulk
Low effort foods but they have everything you needs. Brock eats his greens
most of them are sandwiches bc you can make scrambled eggs, toss in between bread, and boom you have an entirely different meal
That being said Brock probably really likes those gas station sandwiches. They taste so good to him
shout out to soups, those are very low effort and if you store it right it can last you a while
if Brock were left on his own, he'd probably just eat soups and sandwiches. and get takeout every now and again
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big cereal enjoyer
the whole family eats and enjoys it since it's so stupid easy to make
HELPER's out of commission? Cereal time
And who doesn't like cheerios
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Big on proteins
Brock eats his greens because he has to and he won't complain but. Eh. Not his thing
He loves a good BBQ 👍
He goes through many cold cuts, he's very into deli meats
You might catch him sneaking a slice of pure deli in the middle of making a sandy
He's a casual Spam enjoyer. but he's quiet about it, Brock's not gonna defend Spam. he knows it's not fine cuisine and probably the polar opposite. but it works for him
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his cooking's probably just fine
when you cook a lot for yourself in the way he has for so long you kinda just end up making edible food and that's it. it's gonna look edible too, don't expect much in the presentation department. almost has a fresher military ration feel to it
Brock knows this, he doesn't really care
And he wouldn't know how to improve-
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to his credit, Brock knows the power of butter and salt and herbs
he did have a herb garden
were they used to their full potential? probably not but it's better than not using them
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ALSO I'm a big baker Brock believer
It's probably unrealistic but leave this man with a box of cake mix and he'll go at it
my mini headcanon for the episode Hate Floats is Brock baked that cake for the boys and HELPER decorated it
Also ties into my headcanon that this man has a sweet tooth
Which Hank picked up accidentally
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bumblewarden · 1 year
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Also in case you feel like expanding on lore, please tell me how good Novhen, Radka and Pavle are at dealing with a cold. I am seeking reference for I too have been struck by the malady
Oh nooo. The malady will not do at all! I hope you get better soon 🤞 Sleep, soup, and acetaminophen 🥣
Now, i'm no doctor, but i do know my ocs. Equivalent levels of knowledge involved.
While Novhen is normally grateful for any chance for a break, if he has any pre-established obligations, he'll still try to attend those as long for as he's able to move around. It's one thing to skip on reviewing some documents and another to postpone a meeting with someone's traveled from the other side of the arling because he's feeling a little down
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Novhen would definitely profess the healing properties of pickled eggs. He would be less enthused about the whiskey method, but there was one time when he was sick that Kader made him take shots of it. He was out and about again by the next day, yes, but he swears it was the eggs that did it
Pavle demands a "me day" at the slightest sign of illness. He will be curling up in bed with a never ending supply of hot chicken paprika soup, thank you very much! He hasn't forgotten his pedigree, that much is for sure...
Radka will bitch and moan. She'll also continue to work through the cold for better or worse. (Worse. It's usually worse. Don't be like Radka. Kvetching is good. Typhoid Mary Simulator is not. Take care of yourself.)
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moonjxsung · 4 months
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star, bestie, boo
I’m sick 🥺🫠💔
-⛈️ / Bae
NAURRRRR ☹️ do you still have to go to work/school/anything today?? Make sure to eat and stay super hydrated pookie!!! I hope you feel better soon ☹️ I am virtually making you some soup and tucking you into bed here take it 🥣🛌🩷🫶☹️
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