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also i hc widow n tracer as wasian! widow is french/cambodian and tracer is filipina/british! also t4t4t widow x tracer x emily :3
also wasian hcs for moicy!
mercy: filipina/cambodian/swiss
moira: irish/cambodian/chinese
#overwatch#moira#overwatch 2#mercy#moicy#moira x angela#moicy fanart#moira x mercy#angela ziegler#junker queen#sonic the hedgehog#widowmaker#tracer#widowtracer#emilena#emily overwatch#widowtracerly#lemon tea maker#idfk the ship name for widowxtracerxemily#lesbian#sapphic
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Current hyper fixation: tons of crushed ice in a big 40oz cup, squeeze 1/4 of a lemon, crush up some mint leaves, a couple glugs of lemonade and strong freshly brewed green tea. Mix all together and 😍
Todays green tea is one called Bangkok which has notes of lemon grass, coconut, vanilla and ginger and it’s next level good.
#or strong freshly brewed black tea but only lemon and lemonade no mint#a nugget ice maker is 100% on my wish list for someday 😂
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WanderingSims Fave CC - Kitchen Decor List 2
1 - Ameriko Steelie - 4t3 Mechtasims Back To School Mini Fridge
2 - HydrangeaChainsaw - Kitchenware Set Stand Mixer Kitchen Aid V2
3-4 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Aira Daisy Set Colorful Marbled Plates & Bowl A
5 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 novvvas Holz Kitchen Basket
6 - HydrangeaChainsaw - Keurig Coffee Maker Functional
7, 21 - HydrangeaChainsaw - Kitchenware Set Utensils in a Jar & Vintage Cutting Board
8 - HydrangeaChainsaw - Boba Tea Mini Fridge
9, 17 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Leosims Free May 2023 Content Coffee Mug Rack & Electric Whisk
10-11 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Sims-KKB Kitchen Utensils 2 Dish Drying Stand & Rice Cooker
12-15 - breadcrumbss3 - Modern Farmhouse Kitchen (Pot, Smeg Water Heater, Jars, Utensils)
16, 25 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Destruam Life Is Strange 2 Objects Pack 1 Knife Block & Spice Rack
18 - sim_man123 - Akira Mug Rack (TSR)
19 - Kelly & Co - Kitchen Shelving
20 - HydrangeaChainsaw - Neko Tea Pot Functional
22, 24 - kriselizabethsims - 4t3 Slox Compact Kitchen Pan 1 & 2
23 - SugarSSims - 4t3 ddaengsims Lemon Drop Set Kettle
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Witchcraft and recycling
Wicca, and by extension witchcraft, value nature as both a host and a guest in our lifes. Making the most of our resourses is both financially wise and respectful of our believes and values. It is very easy to emast a wide catalogue of stuff in our every day lifes, harvesting what we can to reuse can be a fun way to recycle.
A few examples of using "scraps" for witchcraft:
recycling paper at home, using opened envelopes to write your spells/notes on;
collecting rainwater to use in spells and for watering plants;
using kitchen scraps (like lemon peels, orange peels, used cinnamon sticks) as offerings;
using the coffee zest for fertiliser (do not worry it is around pH7 and it's perfectly safe for plants and/or composting - I have tested it) or lose tea;
using old/damaged chopsticks as a "beginner wand";
the bottles from cooking extracts (vanilla extract, orange extract) or essential oils bottles are PERFECT for storing seeds and for being spell jars (bonus points because they're so small and cute!);
re-melting remaining wax from candles to form new ones;
using old paintbrushes as a "beginner broom" (especially good for a hidden/small-pocket sized altar);
using an old pot as a cauldron, or thrifting one as needed;
using pressed/dried flowers as offerings;
considering a digital book of shadows (Word is excelent for this, combining it with Excel, can be used in browser for free);
using digital libraries for books of study (@coreycore420 mentioned https://z-lib.org and it's a godly recommandation and tool!);
avoiding essential oils;
using dried pine needles as incense sticks (for outdoor use only);
growing a few herbs used in both spells and cooking in tin cans (starters) then thrifted pots is amazing!;
going around your neighborhood, take a look around the dumpsters or glass collectors, people can throw away usable pots, plastic storage boxes, baskets or jars and glass bottles (make sure to properly clean and clense the item);
if avalable - trade and swap local groups on Facebook can help you thrift with ease, especially if you don't have thrift stores where you live;
using old papers/magazines as packaging/wrapping paper (hello holidays).
With all these corner-cutters, you need to be careful to not hoard items. I have made the mistake of holding to items thinking I can find them an use, my rule of thumb is that 1 month is enough to plan a craft/purpose, and 2 months to execute it, ajust the time to your liking, but don't keep it longer than 6 months overall. Also be prudent with what you plan to reuse, as certain ideas can be dangerous (not me looking at my idea to reuse burned out lightbulbs and cutting myself by mistake), so don't force anything.
I want to highlight an important aspect: you doing all these things, bending your way back to have a lesser impact on the environment, is not going to make the big impat you dream of. Take it as "I'm doing my part to respect my host and my believes", or as a challange. Do not sadden youself for your waste, as most of the time it is forced upon you.
Nowadays you can opt out of certain waste (opting for no cutlery if buying takeaway, bringing your own coffee cup/thermos to a coffee shop to avoid the paper cups, bringing your own reusable straws, using trays or silicone ice cubes instead of using the plastic ice-maker packs, etc.). There are little changes you can make, or ask for, in your life in order to minimise your waste, or just to save some money.
Please take care of yourself out there!
#wicca#wiccan#simple witchcraft#witchblr#green wicca#wiccablr#baby witch#witchcraft#pagan#eclectic pagan#paganblr
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that girl breakfast ideas
Breakfast is so important and it’s actually one of my favourite mealtimes, there’s just something so soothing and relaxing making myself a delicious and nutritious breakfast. If you don’t get hungry as soon as you wake up then you could always use these as brunch options or just try the less filling options instead. You deserve a breakfast that is as gorgeous as you absolutely are!!
Cold breakfasts:
Yogurt parfait (yogurt, fruit and granola layered).
A smoothie bowl! This is a great way to get more nutrients into your diet and as smoothie bowls are so customisable you can add all of your favourite fruits and veggies.
A yogurt bowl. Start with a base of yogurt then add a variety of toppings from honey, nuts, fruit pieces to granola.
A fruit salad. Chop up a bunch of fruits, drizzle them with some lemon and enjoy!
Overnight oats. This is one of my favourite make ahead breakfast options - you can even blend them to make them even more creamy. Pinterest has lots of great recipes and inspiration.
Granola. I love making my own granola (it's much healthier and I personally find it to be tastier). You can have granola with yogurt, smoothie bowls and milk making it super versatile and easy.
A smoothie. This is perfect for a nice chill morning or when you don't wake up super hungry.
Homemade granola bars. These are super easy to make and are great for busy, hectic mornings.
Chia seed pudding.
Homemade muesli.
Healthy banana bread. This is so much fun to make and can be eaten as a snack or served with some Greek yogurt for breakfast.
Cereal and milk/milk alternatives. This is so easy and super quick, perfect for mornings when you're in a rush. I love to add fruits like banana or strawberries to my cereal!
Hot breakfasts:
Avocado toast! If I want a more protein heavy breakfast I'll add a poached egg.
Porridge (or oatmeal as some of you guys call it). Porridge will always be a 10/10 breakfast for me, especially when I add fruits, nuts and other toppings to it.
Baked oats. These are really comforting and yummy but they do take a while to bake so probably aren't the best option for people who have hectic, busy mornings.
A breakfast bagel. My personal favourite breakfast bagel combo is scrambled eggs, rocket and avocado. Super simple but always a winner.
Banana pancakes!
Pesto eggs. If you haven't tried these yet I really recommend them.
Toast and nut spreads. I adore peanut butter toast topped with banana or blueberries, but I also love an almond butter.
French toast. To me no breakfast item is more autumn that French toast. It's one of my comfort autumn weekend breakfast foods!!
Bacon or sausages with toast and eggs. I really like turkey bacon with poached eggs and tomatoes.
Eggs. Poaches, scrambled, boiled, fried there are so many variations of eggs and they are a perfect protein packed way to start your day.
Croissants or other warm pastries. So you can live out your Paris morning dreams.
Homemade waffles. These are super easy to make (provided you have a waffle maker) and you can find healthier recipes and toppings to make them super tasty and unique!
Breakfast quesadilla's. These are so good and such a fun summery breakfast. Plus they're easy to make a lot of if you're having people over for breakfast.
Drink ideas
A matcha latte! I love matcha whether it's iced or hot. When I'm feeling energetic I make a strawberry iced matcha latte!
Green tea.
Chai. I love an iced chai latte in the summer.
A juice! My favourite juices are cranberry, grapefruit and green juice. You can make juices yourself but this can be a bit pricy, so you can always find brands you like and buy them instead.
A smoothie.
Ginger tea.
Water. I always drink water as soon as I wake up but if you find it hard to stomach in the morning try adding some lemon or cucumber slices.
Peppermint tea.
All my love, mj.
#glow up#glow up era#glow up journey#self care#self development#that girl#self love#breakfast#breakfast ideas#aesthetic#coquette#pink pilates princess
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Screenshot from the “This Song” music video.
“Dark Horse will be run pretty tightly. I don’t want to be a Kinney or an RCA or anything like that — I won’t have thousands of artists. In one way it’s similar to the idea behind Apple, in that most artists we’ve got at the moment have come into my life without me looking for them. That’s the funny thing. The friendship thing comes into it quite strongly for me — and it works both ways round.
For instance, Jim Keltner didn’t want to tell me about his band because he didn’t like the idea of using his friendship to get his band a gig, so I got to sign Keltner’s band from meeting the piano player, which is slightly crazy when you consider the friendship between Keltner and me and the fact that all those albums ago I was putting ‘Jim Keltner fan club‘ on my album sleeves. And he’s hesitant about coming to see me for a gig!” - George Harrison, Melody Maker, September 6, 1975
“He loved to make you happy, to see your expression when he showed you stuff that meant something to him, like walking in the garden and showing you a plant of which he knew the Latin name. Even in the garden, he was such an artist. It was so pretty, and he liked to share these things. He was so easy to be around, and he had this mischievous glint in his eye yet never harmful. Such a sense of humor. Once when Ringo, George and I were sitting in his garden, George said, ‘Let’s all grow old together and live in a great big house.’ I felt that’s what would happen. To wake up at Friar Park to a cup of tea and a slice of lemon cake, to play with George, was magic.” - Jim Keltner, Mojo, November 2014
“It [the Concert for George] was a very powerful experience for all of us who were involved, because we all loved George so much. George was the best kind of friend you could have in this world. He was a guy who loved being with his friends, and he loved turning his friends on to different things. I learned so much from George, he was like the big brother who’s successful and goes into the world first, then takes his family under his wing and shows them all the things he’s seen. He taught me so many things, he was a wonderful teacher, and one of the most beautiful human beings. He just had the softest, gentlest ways about him. He could be angry, and talk about something in anger, and still seem to be so amazingly calm about it. There was a great calmness about him. George spoke low and slow, never loud and abusive, which from everything I’ve read is the best way to communicate. And that’s the way George was, he was the epitome of that. And he was one of the most loyal people I’ve ever met. That’s what was so heartbreaking that he had to get out of here so soon, because I really looked forward to growing old with George. But that’s not the way the world works.” - Jim Keltner, The Dawn of Indian Music in the West (2006) (x)
#Jim Keltner#George Harrison#quote#quotes by George#quotes about George#Dark Horse Records#George and Jim Keltner#long read#screenshots#can you queue it
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Coffee lover annon is back
Other then being talented with coffee and herbal tea, I'm learning how to create home remedies like homemade cold medicine that have ginger, lemon, honey, bit of sugar, and some lavender to make it to cough drops so I can boil hot water to make instant tea or I can chew it like regular candy
( candy making looked easy but it share and alot of practice)
I'm also recreating other remedies from old people back in their days and old text book to modernize it
It's really neat, as I see Exsotica do this and share it with the people of the red light district to help with common cold ( as ppl die alot from those back then ) and anything that are flu related
☕anon that's so cool, I hope that goes well for you!!
🖤🖤🖤🖤
It further adds the ammunition to the growing fanbase cult that Yukaku District is building around you
Equating you to some deity or a peaceful yokai that lives among them
Healing, innovating, counseling Exotica does it all
It isn’t long before the entire nation has heard the whispers of your name
Maker of sweets, a benevolent healer, and uncontestable business icon
It's a never-ending fairytail that is all but real for those who are able to gain an audience
Not to say you’re unhappy with these
In fact, perpetuating finances by bringing new ways to help while spreading your name is a good thing
At this rate you could very well shift the history of Demon Slayer’s Edo Japan
And who knows with your reach you might find the key to how you got here
Or if you could go back, if you so choose
But not everyone is pleased with this:
“I’ve seen your venture—a cold medicine. All the effects of common remedies condensed into a pill.”
“Yes.”
“I assume that this is another one of your…items from your world.”
“Yes.”
You kept your head in a bowed position, staring at your hands that sat faced down on your lap. Feeling the intensity of the Demon King’s stare you resisted the urge to gulp, focusing on regulating your beating heart. Standing with his back to the window, he kept your kneeled form in his shadow.
“Why have you created this, (Y/n)?”
It sounded as though he was scolding you.
“To curb the amassing cases of the flu and severe coughing–”
That was all you wanted to say. The truth alone but that didn’t seem to satisfy him. You could feel the malice teaming off him at your answer. Not necessarily at you but the ones you had done this for.
“-and to have a steady form of revenue to support myself outside the Yukkaku district.”
The atmosphere seemed to lighten at that, trading his seething hatred for shallow curiosity.
“Oh? Do you find yourself leaving here?”
He mocked you.
“I–was under the impression that this was only a temporary station for me. Forgive me if I assumed.”
He didn’t chuckle but the ghost of an amused smile spread on Muzan Kibitsuji’s face. Crouching down to your folded height he easily grabbed hold of your chin tilting you to meet your eyes with his. Magenta hues glowing hungrily in the darkness of your room, you unconsciously held your breath.
“You truly are above.”
He let his thumb graze over the plush of your cheek before pulling away once more to stand at full height. Subconsciously leaning forward you opened your mouth to question him only for him to speak first.
“You may continue with your projects. Know that any resistance will result in their immediate destruction. The project themselves…and any and all human participants. Is that clear?”
“...Yes..bu-”
Before you could finish speaking you found that the demon you were speaking to, or rather spoken to had left, leaving you in the silence of the moonlit room. You silently pushed your hands at the tatami mats, mocking the hard punches you wish you could deliver. With another intake of air you raised up from your position to close the window. Tomorrow will be busy.
#yandere demon slayer#yandere kimetsu no yaiba#yandere demon slayer x Exotica#Exotica reader#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yanderexrea#lovelyyandereaddictionpoint#yandere#yanderes#yandere harem#yandere kny#yandere muzan kibutsuji#yandere muzan x reader#yandere muzan#exotica#exotica series#yanderes x poc reader#poc reader#yandere kny x reader#kny x reader
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combating a surprise anxiety attack with infodumping about interesting tidbits from Shapeshifter, go:
y'all wanna know how to make charmed tea? I'm gonna tell you how to make charmed tea. Specifically, how Warrick makes the charmed tea for Jay in chapter 4.
It starts with a witch, as most magic things do. Making charmed beverages is one of the easiest things a witch can do for two reasons, 1) the core of all magic is intention and 2) feeding someone an enchantment is almost impossible to mess up. So as long as the witch in question pushes a little intention - a little willpower - into the tea as they're making it, then something magical is bound to happen when the tea is drunk. Though the "something" might not always be what was intended, depending on the skill of the witch and ingredients used. Trying to add a little extra calming oomf to a chamomile tea probably won't cause an issues, but trying to add a "deep sleep" enchantment to a strong black tea might get... weird. A practiced witch may still be able to make that combo work as intended, but a newbie won't know how yet.
So, Jay's tea. The three main 'active' ingredients are chamomile, lavender, and lemon. Chamomile is usually used to calm and relax, lavender for much the same, and lemons are 'bright' and 'purifying' to quote from the particular witch who made this tea. For a witch who knows what she wants to do, it's fairly simple to take those ingredients, bend their inherent properties towards a specific goal - relax the muscles to ease aches and pains, and chase away any lingering magical side-effects - enhance them with a bit of will, and package it all up with a neat little bow.
But that's not the end of it. This tea was made as a multi-cup, loose-leaf kind of deal. So it's not just the witch's original intent that matters. The effects and potency of the tea also depends on the tea maker. Someone half-heartedly brewing a cup in the chance it soothes their aches isn't going to see as much of an effect as someone who adds their own bit of intent as they brew the tea. That's how all spells work, really. It's a joint effort between the spellcaster and the person being spelled.
aaand now I'm tired, which is what I intended this rant to do, so I'll leave off here so I can get some sleep. More rants about Shapeshifter magic.... sometime? We'll see :P
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Sulk in the Sun🍹
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While it’s quite out of character to do so; Penny loses her cool and storms off. Although it isn’t ladylike to admit that. Brains comes to join her by the pool. And of all people, is the one to try and talk her out of potential leaving International Rescue.
Boom! last fic of the year bay-beeee. Happy 2024
Story under the cut for those who prefer to read here
Lady Penelope was never a sun chaser. Or comfortable in great heat. Much as she was trying to relax. Forcing herself to relax might be the more operative term.
"Oh, I'd much rather be wrapped up in layers. With a walk on the heath any day.” she thought moodily, looking out over the ocean again. rather than facing the sunlight like the fellow tourists topping up their tans. “Bring on winter. It's probably a lovely chilly autumn day back home!”
Around the pool (but not actually in it), holiday makers and expats alike were turning over and over for an even bronze. Penelope privately thought most were cooking themselves to walnuts; all oiled brown and wrinkly. She decided she probably looked silly; sat in the near shade wearing a cover wrap and a large sun hat. And then decided she didn't care. Not particularly. Just like she didn’t care for this resort. And she didn’t care about International Rescue. No, not at all.
Penelope again tried to put ‘the day job’ from her mind. And tried to focus on just the sea breeze coming over the cliff side. The blue ocean. and blue almost cloudless sky stretching on for ever and ever. And somewhere out there, just beyond the horizon and further hidden by several clever mirage devices, hidden in plain sight was Tracy Island…
Drat.
"Your drink, M’Lady?"
Penelope did not jump. She refused to. Parker was now hovering at her side again, ever the faithful English butler. Even in his holiday cream chinos.
"Parker. You're on holiday too.” she scolded. “Do desist bullying the resort staff out of their jobs!"
"Begging your pardon milady. But they can't make a mixer or -pardon me language- a blooming cup of tea right.” He explained. “Not to your particular way of liking, at any rate."
Penelope sighed. He had a point.
"I do appreciate it, Parker. But you are fussing.”
“Sorry, milady.”
“Really. The world won't end just because of a little spilt milk or life providing lemons for the lemonade..." she said, taking the drink from the tray. then added with a rather viscous look back out to sea. "Despite what our American friends think."
"Quite? Erm...” Parker hesitated. It seemed he was not, for all their year's together, sure how to address a Ladyship whose pride had been wounded. Discussing Common enemies or wrong uns sure. Not catty remarks about ol’ pals and friendships possibly soured.
“Well… I’ll be off then? if you say so milady?"
"I do. Please Parker, go off and enjoy yourself?" She said, then added, “Preferably without a casino in sight?”
Parker sighed.
“No more gambling wot I ain’t got m’lady. You have my word on that. But.” Again, Parker hesitated. Then cleared his throat.
"If I might be so bold as to say so, milady-?"
"No. You may not." Penelope snubbed. And stubbornly turned back to the picture esc view.
“…Very good, m’lady.” Parker snubbed right back. Penelope sat tense, purposely ignoring him as he departed. then cursed her bad temper as even Parker left her too sit and stew.
Villains and hazards she could handle with ease. Emotions, or more unpleasant feelings, she’d always rather hated facing. Creighton-Wards don’t do very good at that. Especially without something constructive or some engagement to throw herself into.
“I wasn’t made for relaxing on sunbeds.” She thought. “That clearly skipped a generation.”
She did persevere, however, between sipping the fruity drink and reading the awful bad romance thriller book she’d brought with her.
(she’d initially brought the new hit bestseller to hide the history journal she had actually been reading. It wouldn’t do for the British tabloid press to think she wasn’t such a blonde. But then Diane had said the Book was so awful, it was actually good. So, Penelope had tried to read it for real. Then decided while she could trust Diane one many things, life and death things even; book recommendations was not one of them.)
The book, however bad, wasn't exciting enough to take her mind off things. Not properly. But She absolutely was not going to lose her temper, again or spend the whole holiday shut up in her room. Nor was she going to cry or shed one single tear over Jeff bloody Tracy. Or Scott for that matter. She hadn’t so far and was not about to start. Certainly not in public, thank you very much.
Lady Penelope was just debating if she should give it up? And see what the on-site gym had to offer, hoping to physically run away from her troubles. But when she went to sit up her ribs to remind her why she was on a ‘relaxing holiday’ in the first place. Trying not to wince was extra hard when she heard Parker’s heavy footsteps. (The ex-cat burglar was deliberately making himself heard and not sneak up on her again.) Instead, Penelope repressed a groan. not even forty minutes had gone past since she’d asked to be left in peace!
"Begging your pardon again ma'am. but there’s a gentleman wishing to speak to you?"
"If it’s anyone with the surname Tracy on the telephone I do not wish to speak to them." She snapped, not looking up from the book.
"Good thing it ain’t on the phone, then." Parker cut back, rather brutishly. then asked, "What can I get you to drink, young sir?"
"J-Just a c- cold soft drink please, Parker."
"Brains?!"
"H-hi Lady Penelope.”
Penelope bolted up (ouch) and lifted her sunglasses. Sure enough, there was International Rescues resident genius. He gave a little wave, as Parker gave a little nod and left. "My dear boy, how splendid to see you! What on earth are you doing here?"
“I’m dropping in on you, a-apparently. If that’s okay?" Brains smiled, sitting on the sun lounger next to hers. The young man stuck out like a sore thumb in his vest, shirt and tie. But despite the heat and the awkward way he held himself, (as if the lounger would bite him if he were to put his feet up,) Brains didn't seem to mind. Mind, Penelope supposed he was used to the heat of the southern hemisphere.
“I-I hope, I'm not interrupting anything?”
“Only my own ruminating. How did you know where I was?" She asked, astonished, putting down the rubbish paperback. Then narrowed her eyes at him. "And why are you here, even? Did someone put you up to this?"
Brains’ hands went up sharpish in surrender, like she’d levelled a pistol at him.
"N-no. no one! I came of my own accord.” He said. Then amended, putting his arms down. “Well a-actually, no. That's not true. I was coming here. Solo. then l-lost my nerve? and Tin-tin bullied me into actually going through with this. And then flew me here!"
Penelope whipped around. (Her ribs didn’t like that.) Tin-tin sat at the outdoor bar, looking resplendent in tangerine. with a drink to match. seeing she’d been spotted, Miss Kyrano saluted her.
"Tin-Tin said if you like, she's up for a trip out into town. but she’s also said to tell you she’s not coming over until she knows you definitely won’t judo throw her over the cliff. or be cross with her for bringing me over.” Brains explained.
“I would never-!” Penelope said aghast. Then remembered the rather vicious exchanging of words that had led to her checking into the resort rather than staying on Tracy Island. “…Not the first option at least.”
“T-that’s fair. And as for the how, John tracked the heli-jet to the mainland, and locating your communications was very simple. That and this is one of the nearest luxury adults only resorts to the airport. Tracy Industries has a gold card- “
"Oh of course he does." Penelope scoffed. And then felt a teensy bit bad for throwing Brains off his track.
Brains nervously cleared his throat. and continued. "Yes. to a suite? We stay here if the weather is too bad to get back across from supplies runs with the jet or the Ladybird. so, we simply walked onto site, dropped off our bags; Tin-tin got changed and then we came looking for you."
“Right. Well Brains, you’ve found me. Congratulations…”
Brains shifted nervously as she scrutinised him. Then turned away, pulling back down her sunglasses.
"A-a Penny for them, Lady Penelope?" Brains tried when the silence stretched a little too long.
"Right now, my thoughts do not make for good company." Penelope said coolly, not accolading the pun on her name, intentional or not.
Then sighed, rubbing her temple.
"My apologies. You are a pip for coming out to see me. I shouldn't take it out on you. Or dear old Parker, either for that matter."
"Less of the old." She thought she heard. Penelope glanced back to the bar where her butler was taking an awfully long time to fetch Brains his pop.
Penelope took off her sunglasses, folding them neatly back into their case.
"But Brains? Dear if you've come to apologise on their behalf or ask me to come back to the island, don’t bother. and I’m not apologising either, so don’t waste your time asking me too!" She said, feeling rather childish. Then added. “Even if it is bad form."
"No, I didn’t. And-and I'm not going to do that. I-I c c ccc.”
Brains paused and took a breath before continuing.
“I came on my behalf. Admittedly with a push. No one bar John was informed where we were heading. Just off base. And as for saying sorry-?”
“What about it?”
“Well, I think you’re both in the wrong? if it matters, Lady Penelope.” He said sincerely.
Penelope shot him a look that sent ‘stronger men’ running normally. This time Brains wasn’t affected.
“However, you came to Tracy Island for r-rest and recovery. And I’m sorry you fell out with Scott and Mr Tracy. That I will a-a-pp-p. That I am sorry for.” He continued. “I wanted to make sure you're okay. Really?"
"That, that is very sweet of you. I'm …fine, thank you." She said. Then teased just a little. "How many times do I have to say you’re free to call me Penny. or at least Penelope?"
"I don't think I could manage ‘Penny’." Brains shook his head. "It doesn't sound right from me."
“Alright.” She said, “But I mean it. And it is sweet, but I hate to think I’ve put you out. you could have just called?"
"W-would you have answered? "
"From you, yes.” Penelope said truthfully. “But then again I guess there's no way of screening calls outside of the home video phone and FAB One.”
"No. That is something I’ve been looking into? Assimilating a ringtone, different coloured lights for items. Or a caller id like on telly phones. It’s been simple enough to roll out on the vehicles so far. But on the watches and-!”
Brains stopped. “… Lady Penelope, you're letting me t-talk e-electronics again."
"You call it techno babble; I find it interesting." She shrugged. It might have sounded like false flattery to or from someone else, but she did genuinely enjoy listening to Brains. Even the bits that went over her head.
"Yes, but y-you're avoiding an awkward conversation." Brains frowned. "Where was I?"
"Television phone lines?" Penelope tried. Brains frown grew a little exasperated. "Oh, it was worth a shot. I said I would have answered. if it was you."
"Right. Well as I said I wanted to make sure you were okay. I was worried about you. So, were Tin-tin a-and the fellas? And we’re all missing you and had been looking forward to you visiting. Really. I hope I’m not wrong when I say I see you as a very good ‘pal’, Lady Penelope? even outside of work.”
Brains was not a great fan of spontaneous physical affection. or else Penelope might have reached over and squeezed his hand. She herself wasn’t one for mushy sentiments without substance.
“You aren’t wrong. Although I'm not using the term ‘pal’ , thank you. but You’re a dear friend of mine too Brains. One Whom I’m lucky to have I might add.”
“The gadgetry upgrades are an a-added bonus.”
He said it in his normal tone but punctuated it with a very over top wink. Ah a joke.
Parker did not bring Brains his cola. But allowed the automatic waiter to bring it to him instead. It was a shiny chirping dustbin looking thing with a flat tray head, running on wheels and a track. Nothing as sophisticated as Braman. Although someone had gone to great trouble to put a smiley face on its front using its order lights as eyes. Penelope glared at it all the same for intruding.
Brains took the drink, thanked the robot; And continued.
“And it was somewhat selfish of me too. Coming to see you I mean. I wanted to get off the island for a little while. or at least away from the house.”
“Oh? Brains, is something wrong?” Penelope wasn’t going to admit she was worried no. not at all.
Alright, perhaps a smidgen.
“hm. it isn't a nice atmosphere.” Brains said, plucking out the umbrella from the drink and rolling it in his fingers. “And the others are trying to hide in my lab which is-?”
The near splutter of giggle from her startled them both.
“Terribly sorry, Brains.” Penelope apologised. “I wasn’t laughing at you. I just got the ridiculous image of one or more of the boys physically hiding under your work bench like a game of sardines!”
“Ah. no. That would be funny! And that has happened before! Not with the work bench but the storage cupboard. I do have to remind them sometimes it is a working lab and workshop." Brains said with a chuckle. Then more seriously, "If they were working on their own projects, I wouldn’t mind. It would be simply a case of just being there at the same time? but it was more they all keep coming in rather than face one another. if that makes sense? to see how whatever it is I’m working on is going and small talk."
“Ah. No, I quite agree that it is quite bothersome when people do that. One moment.”
Penelope reached into her bag. And pulled out an anti-listening device, ironically disguised as a compartment pocket disc and radio player. While the one in her compact and Brain’s watch were probably more than adequate for any electronic bugs; this one packed a little more juice that’d allow them a little more privacy. Beaming white noise up out of its antennae, the gadget then echoed surrounding noise back outward, creating a barrier around in up to a five-metre radius. Both eves’ droppers and recording devices alike wouldn’t hear them now. Even Parker and Tin-tin’s own IR devices would struggle against it. Parker wouldn’t even hear what she was saying even if he hid in a nearby decorative pot plant.
“There. Then we speak a little more freely about your lab and the Tracy’s.” Penelope smiled, setting it on the table between their sun loungers. “You can never guarantee secrecy in these places. As you’ve proven!”
Only Brains was more focused on the not-a-radio. “Is the new synth mechanism working well for output you need it too outside of the testing conditions? I wasn’t certain it could generate the continuous voltage without compensating the battery life.”
“Now who’s talking shop to avoid discussions?” Penelope pointed out. Brains sighed and swirled the cola as if it might help.
"It isn’t a nice atmosphere.” He said eventually. “In any of the villas. But other than seeing you’re okay? I'm staying out of the actual argument please. So are Tin-Tin, Gordon and John. "
“That’s only two out of five brothers." Penelope said quietly.
“Alan is heading to Thunderbird Five two days earlier than he was meant to. John changed his mind and was going to let Alan owe him another week seeing as you weren’t there anymore? but I think Alan’s trying to escape too. " Brains said. “And his, Alan’s I mean. His stance is ‘I told you so’. but I'm not sure which side of the argument. Although John asked you to call him, and you can tell him your side of the story.”
“Our own little ‘bitch sesh’.” Penelope said, sipping her drink to avoid pursing her lips. “And Virgil's?"
Penelope wished she hadn’t asked. Brains’ face fell.
“Virgil isn't speaking to anyone." He said sadly. "Last time I saw him he was holed up in Thunderbird Two making adjustments to the starboard’s main averting b-six aid access. And he had been for nearly ninety minutes!"
"Which bit is that? That he’s repairing."
"Oh. On the hatch in the cockpit, for storage." Brains corrected. "It keeps sticking."
“What a nuisance that must be." Penelope frowned. “Especially as Two’s pilot.”
“Quite. But. It shouldn’t take all that long to fix. And… I’m not sure I should say this?”
“And?” Penelope prompted anyway.
“And Virgil is not even acting as Scott’s confidant." Brains said.
“Oh…goodness, that is troubling."
“Hmm. Yeah.”
The pair sat in silence for a moment or few.
There was a splash, which served as a fitting distraction as any.
Tin-tin had at some point put on her cap and stripped down to her swimsuit. making use of the pool she’d hopped in for a dip and started doing steady lengths. Parker was looking h’after her stuff. He sat watching the sunbathers like a guard dog, daring any dirty old men to ogle or approach the young lady. It was quite sweet how protective he was of Tin-tin. Parker had acted much the same in Paradise Peaks, despite them being on assignment.
Deciding they’d be alright, Penelope sighed again and turned back to Brains.
"It wasn't in my itinerary, you know? To upset Virgil. I didn’t set out to do so on purpose.”
“I know.”
“Or Jeff actually. Certainly not to anger him. or Scott. or any of you for that matter-."
“don't.” Brains frowned interrupting. “I know that. With what was said, I believe it was needed, giving the operation. but the way it was put, it wasn't right.”
“That's rather the crux of the matter. rather than quite what was said itself.” Penelope admitted. Brains nodded, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Does he often do that with the rest of you?”
“No, not a lot. Although sometimes Mr Tracy says things in that tone without meaning too. But He does it to even Kranyo? I don’t like it when he does that.”
“I doubt Kryano does either. Well, thank you for your honesty… I knew I was in for a lecture. Or possibly at worst a telling off. I just hadn’t expected it levelled at me quite so bluntly or on a personal level.” Penelope complained. “Oh dear. But you are right. And I shouldn’t have shot back either. At Jeff. I'm afraid my own father was a ‘give them as good as back, son’ sort of approach too.”
“Mine tried.” Brains agreed. “So did the professor.”
“Oh?”
Brains very very rarely ever talked about his family life before the Tracy’s. Adopted or otherwise. But he was slightly more casual here, just for a brief moment.
“It didn’t take. Sending me to boxing classes to t-toughen me up just gave the school bully an easier target. Especially if I couldn’t see them in the ring without my glasses.” He said. And waved off any sympathy.
“H-how did your parents find it?” Brains asked and at her questioning look clarified, “Not following the life they’d planned for you? If that’s not too personal?”
“From you, no, not at all. Hmm. I think switching from scouts to the guides helped? But it was being made head girl and going to finishing school that finally won mater over.” Penelope shrugged. Something her old tutor would have struck her with a ruler for, speaking of. “As for my father? In his own words better a strong daughter then another waste of an heir like his brother was. Yours?”
“The professor didn’t really mind what I wore or what I changed, so long as I didn’t miss any classes.”
Brains didn’t elaborate any further. Penelope picked up the thread of conversation before the silence became awkward.
“I'm afraid I’ve made papa sound a brute. He wasn’t. He was a good man in most respects. although I don’t think he and Jeff would have gotten on at all.” She said. But the augment was still playing on her mind. and the subject circled back and reared its ugly head. “But speaking of Jeff and fathers. This isn’t a case of simply being grounded or getting into trouble with a local constable, is it?”
Brains shook his head, and Penelope continued. “And yet Jeff spoke to me like a child.”
“But what you did was incredibly risky? He’s right to think that.” Brains replied.
“I don’t need to hear any more of his Opinions.” Penelope said curtly. “…or his mothers.”
"If it helps Mrs Tracy called him and Scott foolish. For speaking to you like that. Individually. and idiots collectively " Brains put in.
"It does actually." Penelope said, a little cattily. "Given Grandmama Tracy cannot stand me, she must really be quite galled to be on my side."
“y-yeah. Well partly on your side.”
"Was she very rude about me?" Penelope grinned. Brains thought for a moment reanalysing.
“Urm…you do know Mrs Tracy says your name odd. Like it’s an insult?” He said warily.
“Oh, she always does that. That's why I call her Grandmama.”
“Oh. But Mrs Tracy hates that?”
“I know. She pretends to flirt with Parker, and she knows we all hate that.”
“I'm not certain it is pretend. Wait, is that why she called you a snob?”
“Is that all? Well, I am. That’s not terribly rude. if it’s true.” Penelope smiled sweetly. “She also thinks I'm a bad influence on you Tin-tin and the boys. And Jeff to boot.”
“Really? I don’t believe it.”
“She told me that herself. And you’ve my word it’s the truth.”
"I don’t understand why you find that funny?” Brains said, “Oh well. Other than that Mrs Tracy wasn't so rude as to call you anything but ‘her majesty!’ behind your back… But that was before the fight."
“It was hardly a fight! Nothing was broken or hit." Penelope disagreed.
"Well, what would yo-you call it then?"
Penelope thought. "A mild skirmish.” She said, “Or perhaps the start of a rift."
"I- I’m not going to call it that first one. But Mrs Tracy is being very vocal about everything being ’bang out of order’. And that she ‘raised you boys better’.” Brains said, with air quotations. “And she keeps dishing out chores. The villa is spotless. And Mrs Tracy is hand washing the dishes despite having the dishwasher. She only does that when she’s cross.”
Brains then smiled and lowered his voice unnecessarily, "Can you keep a secret, Lady Penelope?"
"Always dear.” Penelope whispered back, conspiring for juicy gossip. “Go on?"
"Mr Tracy even got middle named!" Brains chuckled. "He was complaining about Virgil’s hiding. And Mrs Tracy told him to pull his own socks up. Metaphorically. B-but he doesn’t know Gordon and I heard him."
"Oh my!” Penelope tittered. “Although if Gordon heard? then it will go around the island like wildfire."
“T-true True.” Brains smiled.
But then that smile slipped somewhat.
"I-I'm afraid there’s no way to avoid Scott’s fussing or temper by the way. He gets very worried about any of us getting hurt. You and me? We might not be one of his brothers but Scott? He's always trying to look out for everyone."
"I know." Penelope conceded. "I know. But the hypocrisy? He cannot throw himself into ridiculous scrapes himself then join in with berating me like a child!"
"I know.” Brains echoed. “He does it a lot. Even worse since that accident with the ‘dish Monte Bianco? the others call him smother hen.”
Virgil had called it that and some several more rather expletive things, she knew.
“Gordon says it’s a compliment?” Brains continued. “Too you I mean. That Scott cares for you. As one of the team”
“It didn’t feel like a compliment.” Penelope pouted. Not that she’d admit that. “He didn't have to jump in and agree with Jeff quite so eagerly either. And the dressing down from Mr Jeff Tracy? I maintain; it really felt like I was being spoken to like a child!”
“Hmm.”
Brains paused tapping his shoe nervously.
"I I do respect Mr Tracy, a great deal. But sometimes..."
Brains took a deep breath.
“Sometimes Jeff can be a little frustrating to deal with.” Penelope suggested. “And it feels like he doesn’t take one seriously.”
“You hit the pr-pro p. you’ve hit the nail on the head there as it were, Lady Penelope.” Brains paused again. “I wish sometimes…”
Penelope gave him a moment. But Brains changed tack.
"You were worried about him. Last April? so you insisted Mr Tracy took a holiday, correct?" he said, placing the cola on the table next to hers and the fake radio.
"I did.” She said, curious to see where he was going with this. “After a very insistent message from a little thunderbird-ie prompted it. But they were right."
"Oh. I didn't know that bit… but You still had Mr Tracy’s best interests at heart, right?"
" I hoped so."
Jeff had been very against it…
"But then Scott burnt out trying to be in charge?" Brains said. "Even before the seascape called in. And Mr Tracy came back only to the island."
"I remember." Penelope said. This time it was her turn to pause before speaking. “I felt like I was being blamed without him saying so.”
"Hmm. he doesn’t like it. not being in charge?” Brains said. Penelope agreed. “But at the same time, he’s never given Scott any training or expertise into stepping up. He just expects Scott to ‘know’ what to do. Same with Tracy industries. And it isn’t just Scott. It’s all five of them. I know they had a say in the matter of making the operations. But not so much in how it’s run sometimes. Or how it’ll run in the future.”
“Hmm.” Penelope smiled and put her shades back on. “And that makes it all alright, doesn’t it?”
“Lady Penelope?”
“Yes?”
"Your jaw is doing that thing it does on missions where you’re really angry but pretending to be helpless."
“Good grief Brains! Remind me never to play poker with you.”
“You can count cards!” Brains shot back. "I prefer chess anyway. Scott was right in the lounge though, w-with what he said.”
“Scott was rude.”
“But correct. You don’t have to prove that you’re indestructible. We know you aren’t, even if you act like it!”
Penelope did not hide her scowl this time. “I can manage, you know? I'm aware this latest ‘favour’ I’ve done for Jeff is more of a blot on my record than a gold star. But I’ve been living this lifestyle for longer than they have.”
“I k-know that! We all do. We were all worried!” Brains said and put his head in his hands. He didn’t look up when spoke.
“He was right. So was Mr Tracy. but the way it was put wasn't. He does it to his brothers all the time! even when they’re out on a rescue. And sometimes Mr Tracy? He speaks to them as their dad when they’re running through protocols. or as a commander when they need their father?”
"That's the trouble with a family business I suppose." Penelope sighed. She drew out a cigarette case and her holder. At exactly the right moment Parker just happened to be walking past to light it for her with just a flip of his zippo. Barely breaking his stride. Remarkable talent of that man.
"I get I am essentially an employee in a family run enterprise. Albeit a rather extravagant one. As well as a friend of said family." Penelope continued, exhaling smoke out. "But to get a dressing down so publicly? With the lot of you in earshot, and Scott as his second jumping in and backing him up? Call me spoiled but I'm not used to it. I wouldn't do that to anyone who works in my home or working under me invited to the house. it's unseemly!"
That last bit came out a little loud and had it not been for the anti-eavesdropping device then heads may have turned.
Brains stifled a cough through his nose. And Penelope made sure to blow smoke the other way.
"What about your err... previous employment?" he asked, waving smoke away from his face. “Did You never get in this sort of trouble with them?”
“Oh goodness all the time. Not so much in journalism, but I’ve had some HORRID directors and horrible bosses. Far worse than Jeff. Especially within the fashion industry. thank goodness for houses like François Lemaire!” Penelope sighed again. "But I can get away with kicking up a fuss right back if needs be behind the catwalk and cameras if something is wrong. especially on behalf of the newer or younger models. Brands don't want the press of being outed as underpaying or cutting corners... That wasn't what you meant, was it dear?”
Brains shook his head. “Not really. But was there much difference? With modelling, interviews and being an agent.”
“The extortionate pay and more weapons pointed at my head.” Penelope quipped. Then really thought about it. “And bizarrely less sexism interestingly enough? Things were said to my face more, granted, but I could actively use that to an advantage.”
“Gee. T-that’s socially fascinating to observe. But I would not like to step into either of those worlds. With the exception of consulting and inventions.” Brains said. Then laughed. “Wait? You know those tacky souvenirs that say things like ‘you don’t have to be mad to work here-?
“But it helps.” Penelope said. “Yes, I know the ones you mean.”
“Well, I think we don’t have to be mad where we work?”
Penelope chuckled right back. “But it helps. True, very true.”
“I b-believe I might know what I'm contributing to the Secret Santa.” Brains said, making a note in his pocketbook. “”
“That’s very apt. regardless of whose name you pull out.” Penelope agreed. “What’s the limit this year by the way?”
The worst-best present was a Tracy Tradition. Had been since the boys had been pocket money age. save buying four presents each. And Grandma receiving five of the same mug or tea towel. The categories had become more wilder but if anything, the price limit had come down, to maintain the challenge.
“Gordon says up it to twenty dollars. but Alan wants to be extra hard and say ten.”
“I could be a bounder and include the postage then.” Penelope said, not meaning it really. “You get that slogan. I’ll contribute something with Alice in Wonderland. We're all mad here!”
“I'm sensing a theme.” Brains stammered.
“Let’s see if they notice. Mind I suppose Tracy Island is a wonderland somewhat.” Penelope smiled. “All your brilliant ideas? the bravery, the secrets.”
Brains however wasn’t laughing.
“Will you stay? In the organisation.” He said, suddenly serious and switching topics. It threw her, just a little.
“Why should I?!” Penelope retorted. She hadn’t thought of quitting. Not really. But she could!
“I can give you a list of reasons if that wasn’t rhetorical.” Brains replied.
“I don’t need a list.” She frowned. Penelope went to take another drag of her cigarette only to find it had burnt up.
“Can I ask why you don’t just fly back to England then?” Brains asked as she stubbed it out in the ashtray.
“No.”
The voice didn’t normally allow for any argument to bode. But Penelope wasn’t having much luck in being intimidating. Must be something with the factor seventy sunscreen.
“I m-maybe wrong but I think you were hoping someone would come. Here, from the island. To find you.” Brains challenged. “I like to think you’re giving them a chance to get their act t-together.
“Think what you like!” Penelope said. And in Trying to Give him the brush off, she snatched up her book again. She even started reading it again to ignore him. Unfortunately, she had it Upside down. And didn’t realise for a beat too long she was so annoyed. Still Penelope Powered through it. even tuning the pages. Brains in turn turned in his seat. and looked out over the same spot as she’d spent most of the day doing. He sipped his cola, politely ignoring her ignoring him.
“G-good book?” he asked eventually.
“Awful.” Penelope said, calmer. Brains was annoyingly very good at being a good influence. “And not in a way so bad it’s entertaining.”
“Ah. S-shame. Not even if it’s read the wrong way r-round upside down and back to front?”
“Not even then, darling.” She said, putting it back down. And steeled her courage to the sticking place. “And… going back to your question. admittedly I couldn’t face the flight. Home. Or Back to the island.”
Brains frowned. “Do you mean physically or psychologically?”
“Both-.”
“Lady Penelope-!” Brains interrupted.
“well-!” she interrupted right back. Goodness, this felt horribly vulnerable! “I just wasn’t in the mood for another argument. And a long-haul flight, even in a Fireflash, sounded extremely inadvisable at this point.”
“Are you in pain?” Brains asked. Then eyed her glass suspiciously. “Should you be drinking that on medication?”
“Now you sound like a Tracy. It’s a mocktail. I’m not so foolish to get white girl brit-abroad wasted, thank you! Not with bruises.” Penelope said, stirring it for emphasis. And gave a little scowl. “It's mostly fruity and syrup. Parker was right, this isn’t even close to a cocktail.”
“So, if you aren’t drinking a-alcohol, does that mean you are taking pain relief?”
“Yes, Brains I am.”
“The full prescribed dosage?”
Penelope didn’t dignify that with a straight answer. Brains pushed his glasses back up his nose and continued to stare incredulously at her till Penelope explained.
“I didn’t want to take them. They’re so strong. They make me woozy, and I cannot stand how at odds with my own limbs they make me feel.” She grumbled. “I came here to relax, not to be comatose.”
“You came to the island to relax. You went to recover enough to get out of any questions from the press.” Brains corrected. And sighed,
“Mr Tracy’s really gotten to you, hasn’t he?”
“I meant it when I said think what you like.” Lady Penelope said coolly. “I'm here and he’s there. And he’ll still be behind his desk when I get home.”
“Is that your solution for dealing with uncomfortable situations?” Brains accused. “j-just run away and hide.”
“Better to hide in plain sight then get caught." Penelope sniffed.
“That's not denying running away.” Brains retorted.
“It was hardly a run. Given how long it took to repack my bags.” Penelope said, Losing her temper with another old friend. It wasn’t a burning fiery thing this time; this burnt like ice. “And don’t act as if he has never upset you either? Or that you’ve never buried yourself in work to avoid Jeff. Scott told me about the smashed models.”
That last bit she added Rather unfairly. Beastly even. Penelope regretted it the instant she said it. Brains regarded her for a moment, and she thought he might get up and leave that time. She wouldn’t blame him.
Instead, he grumbled, "You’re all very alike y-you know? In that you're all sorry about how you spoke to each other but too stubborn to a-actually apologise. Plus, you’re British and not going to admit he upset you. Really upset you."
"For someone who just said he'd rather watch from the side-lines, you know a lot about how people tick Brains.”
“For someone who’s so cool under pressure she frustrates the Hood? you can be one heck of a hot head sometimes, Lady Penelope!”
Penelope considered he had a point. But didn’t verbally say so.
“What was in your cola to make you so direct today?” she said instead.
“Why didn’t you ask for help?” he replied instead.
“Because I do not always need to be rescued.” Penelope stated. “I’m not a damsel in some story. For every concern Parker or I have called the boys in, there must be a dozen or so missions I handle. sometimes without most of you even being aware of until afterwards.”
“I know.” Brains said quietly. “But you did need rescuing in that situation. Or should have been? And you didn’t ask for help.”
“I am aware, Brains. Hindsight is a marvellous thing.” She snipped. “Unfortunately, I was too late in my decision making.”
“P-Penelope? You were hurt.”
Maybe it was the fact he’d dropped the title? Or it was the unsaid parallels to another tragedy. but Penelope didn’t interrupt.
“In an avalanche of all things. And at one point even missing? And knocked unconscious. Enough to scare us all.” Brains said. “That might be the reason Mr Tracy was, either consciously or not, hard on you. But… It is frustrating that we’re an organisation that helps people; but we’re bad at looking out for each other. Especially to how everyone is feeling, e-emotionally.”
“…Brains, I shouldn’t have snapped at you. Or brought up the Thunderbird Six planning.” She said in a hush. “I'm sorry.”
“Thanks.” Brains nodded. Then added, “A -also how much did he tell you? About the model I broke?”
Penelope was Not glad to change the subject as such. But certainly, latching on to it.
“So, it was on purpose then?” Penelope asked.
“no.” Brains defected. “Frustration? yeah…Failure isn’t an option. Even just demonstrations and trials.”
“He said it was more than one.”
Brains looked up at that, worried.
“S-Scott knew about the other models?”
“No. You just told me.” Penelope pointed out. Brains’ mouth opened and closed twice before just settling on silently frowning. “Scott said they’d been other pitches…and then even after repurposing Alan’s biplane, you seemed to lose confidence in yourself for a little while. That was clear even to Parker and myself.”
“wouldn’t you? nothing was good enough.” Brains frowned. “Nothing I made was what Mr Tracy had in mind.”
This time Lady Penelope did reach across the gap to squeeze his arm. It was more on his sleeve if anything. She didn’t wish to overwhelm the poor fellow.
“There’s no shame in wanting to work to a specification.” She tried.
“Or wanting to stick to the mission.” Brains countered in agreement. “Just please have ah- an extra b- backup plan next time, Lady Penelope? And be more careful around missions with snow.”
Lady Penelope promised she would.
“Annoyingly, I'm normally rather good at them. And please don’t be cross about the models? Scott didn’t tell me a lot. Virgil and John filled me in a little more. It wasn’t gossip, they were worried for you, dear boy.” She continued. “But they told me enough to make me wish you’d gotten to be on board your airship’s maiden voyage. Even if it did get sabotaged and end up a rather dangerous affair.”
“Me too. I’d have liked to see the Sky Ship launch at least. Even if it had just been from inside a Thunderbird.” Brains said, a little wistfully. “Maybe if they ever build a second one? Ah-although I doubt it after the cost of the damage I caused-”
“You get that idea out of your head this instant!” Penelope scolded. Brains looked up at her, shocked. Whether it was her Tone of voice, or he hadn’t meant to say that bit aloud, she didn’t care.
“You didn’t cause Skyship’s nosedive into a controversial missile base.” She reminded him. “Those villains who killed the crew and then one another did. You saved us. The shoot-out caused the crash. None of the blame rests on your shoulders.”
“I know but it was my design-?” he tried.
“Absolutely none of the events are your fault and the blame does not rest on your shoulders. If anyone has said otherwise, then they are exceptionally stupid.” Penelope challenged. “And if you argue that it is your fault even out of misplaced guilt or the like, I will personally throw you in that pool, in what you are wearing right now!”
“You y-you’re not meant to lift anything heavy or do anything strenuous for at least two weeks?!”
“Then I will get Parkers and Tin-tin’s assistance. Don’t think I won’t!”
Brains gulped.
“…I-I don’t think I’ve ever known you so cross.”
“Likewise!”
“First at Mr Tracy, then me.”
“Jeff was being, pardon my language, an arse. you dear are listening to your insecurities. No one gets to make you feel small, Brains. not even your own thoughts.” Penelope said stubbornly.
Brains nodded slowly. And sighed, “I know the actions of others weren’t my fault. And no one said t-they were. The opposite in fact. But like you said earlier? About being blamed. It wasn’t in my control what happened. But I still feel bad?”
“And that was only after it crashed. I felt bad about being laughed at and I think that reflected in everything else I worked on for a while. And how I was with the Tracy’s.” Brains admitted. “I can design incredible machines. I know that. but having no brief made it e-extra challenging when its s-shouldn’t have been. And then the answer had been under our noses the entire time.”
“isn’t it just like that sometimes?”
“Hmm…also I’ve never heard you swear before? That’s t-twice in an hour now.”
“I blame the heat. It’s clearly getting to me.”
“If Mr Tracy apologises, Will you forgive him? and stay?”
Penny withdrew her hand.
“And if he doesn’t?” she suggested.
No one had called her. No one had stopped her leaving Tracy Island in the first place.
“Well, then my analyzation of the situation would be wrong. But I very much doubt Tin-tin and the Tracy brothers would let you leave without a fight. especially if you called Virgil. Middle brother and chief peacekeeper.”
“Why should I be the one to extend the olive branch?”
“Would I be here if you h-had? Because they're trying to give you space and also they are g-genuinely terrified of upsetting you further.” Brains said. “Scott will say he’s sorry the moment you get him on a private call. He’s admitted aloud he messed up.”
“If he messed up, then so did I. Disastrously so.” Penelope admitted. “With such an abysmal rookie mistake too. I'm surprised I wasn’t let go of on the spot.”
Brains had unfortunately taken a swig of his drink and nearly choked on it.
“Let Go!? You a-are our top agent!”
“That, I doubt.” Penelope said. “I failed a mission, old boy. Regardless of the weather and the results. The only reason that microfilm was recovered was sheer dumb luck. I didn’t even complete the task, Parker did it for me. All for what? a twisted ankle, bruised ribs and the whole island laughing at or scolding me!”
“We weren’t laughing!”
“It certainly felt like it.”
“w-what did you just tell me about not listening to your own thoughts?” he tried. “I c-could throw you in the pool!”
“Could you? Try it. Dear.” Penelope challenged, with an eyebrow.
Brains slowly backed down. Not without a complaint.
“Why is throwing people and t-things in the pool the biggest threat in my life recently?”
“You are a gentleman.”
“I mean it though. You’re both our friend and the best agent.” Brains insisted. “You go across the world for us, not just London. You’re the only agent he trusts to have a direct link too. And your portrait hangs on the wall. The only one of our networks. Alongside his own sons.”
“…And what if I’m sick of hiding in plain sight?”
It was very quietly asked. She wasn’t sure Brains had heard it. Penelope was about to pretend she hadn’t said it at all and carry on when he spoke again.
“Can you go without? The trills and the subterfuge.” Brains asked. “Sometimes I'm sick of being an inventor. But if I didn’t create? I’d die!”
“Spoke like a true artist…No. I doubt I could retire even if I needed to. And it has been the only enterprise I’ve been in in my life with some moral backbone.” Penelope admitted. “But I know one thing.”
“What’s t-that?”
“I definitely wasn’t made for relaxing when forced too.”
“M-most definitely a Tracy trait.”
“Tosh. I told you, I'm a bad influence on them, remember? But truly, shall we get out of here?” Penelope suggested. “I believe you said our favourite technician mentioned a trip out?”
“I b-believe I did. That's a good idea.” Brains grinned. “So long as this m-means you’re not cross with me for coming out here.”
“No. I'm rather glad you did.” Penelope smiled. “Give me time to change and arrange the car with Parker.”
“I’ll go let Tin-tin know.” Brains agreed getting up. “When will you be back?”
“Will you be coming with us?” Penelope asked with a frown.
“Hmm, no. not s-shopping at least. But I might come for the drive.” He said, “There's also p-plenty of galleries and museums in the town. and a rather fun shooting range just outside of it. Most of us prefer it to the island one even.”
“Oh darling, you love dressing room montage, and you know it.” Penelope teased. “Here. A toast?”
Brains was bemused. But raised his glass anyway. “T-to what?”
“To the whims of Jeff Tracy.” Lady Penelope joked, “And what we put up with sometimes for international rescue.”
“I’ll drink to that.” He beamed. And clinked his glass to hers.
“Oh, and Brains?” She asked. The scientist turned back.
“Y-yes, Penelope?”
“Thank you. For this.” she said sincerely. “I think a ‘little chat’ was long overdue. And far more needed than a holiday.”
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For easter, we're planning homemade high tea for lunch! A family member is vegan, so everything I made was vegan.
4 types of sandwiches (all on Italian sourdough made by the local bread maker in town):
Roasted eggplant, tomato, arugula, a drizzle of balsamic vinegar and extra virgin olive oil
Coronation chickpea (mostly-mashed chickpeas left with a few chunks, vegan mayo, curry powder, Sri Lankan mango chutney, a bit of cayenne, and a bit of salt)
Butter, cucumber, and the following spread loosely based on this : mashed peas food processed with chopped mint, olive oil, a bit of salt, white pepper and freshly ground black pepper, vegan parmesan, a spoonful of vegan mayo (just to make it a bit creamy but not overpower the flavor, since the original recipe calls for yogurt)
Samosa filling, tamarind chutney, and mint chutney (note: I highly recommend fresh chutneys instead of bottled if you can get them, especially the mint, the bottled ones tend to be extremely vinegary)
Rose, orange scones - based on this recipe (doubled) for the base scone recipe but modified the flavorings: replaced the vanilla extract with rose water (used 3tsp instead of 2tsp), replaced the lemon zest with orange zest from 1 large orange, and cut out the blueberries. Ended up being really sticky so I had to add more flour to get the right consistency. But the result was wonderful!
Mini fruit tarts - premade mini phyllo dough cups (bought frozen from Wegmans and baked for 5 min), ginger coconut custard from this recipe, and blueberries, raspberries, garnished with a mint leaf
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Elain theory
I just started a chaotic reread of the SJM books yesterday, starting with ACOMAF, and something jumped out at me this reread, that has led me down a rabbit hole to a potential Elain theory. Also, questions raised that I will include at the bottom of the post.
Theory: Elain can, and will, be able to wield the power of the Cauldron, using The Book of Breathings (and potentially wielding the Dread Trove), because it (The Cauldron!) will allow her to.
ACOMAF:
“When the Cauldron was made,” the Carver interrupted, “its dark maker used the last of the molten ore to forge a book. The Book of Breathings. In it, written between the carved words, are the spells to negate the Cauldron’s power--or to control it wholly. But after the war, it was split into two pieces. One went to the Fae, one to the six human queens. It was part of the Treaty, purely symbolic, as the Cauldron had been lost for millennia and considered mere myth. The Book was believed harmless, because like calls to like--and only that which was Made can speak those spells and summon its power. No creature born of the earth may wield it, so the High Lords and humans dismissed as little more than a historical heirloom, but if the Book were in the hands of something reforged...You would have to test such a theory, of course--but...it might be possible.”
ACOWAR:
‘The Cauldron purred in Elain’s presence as the King of Hybern slumped to his knees, clawing at the knife jutting through his throat.’
‘The Cauldron seemed to realize what she’d done, too, as his head thumped onto the mossy ground. That Elain...Elain had defended this thief. Elain, who it had gifted with such powers, found her so lovely it had wanted to give her something...it would not harm Elain, even in its hunt to reclaim what had been taken.’
ACOSF:
“Like calls to like,” Amren countered. “You were Made by the Cauldron. You may track other objects Made by it as well, as Briallyn can. And because you are Made by it, you are immune to the influence and power of the Trove. You might use them, yes, but they cannot be used upon you.” A glance to Elain. “Either of you.”
And, as everyone probably knows by now, The Book of Breathings is off-world, in Jesiba’s forbidden books library in her antiquities firm in Crescent City.
Elain went into the Cauldron before Nesta. Other than ACOSF, when she calls out Nesta for being aware and unaware of her trauma, we never truly get a glimpse of what she actually went through. Judging by how the Cauldron reacts in her presence, I’d say homeboy is crushing hard on her. She has powers (plural), so she has more than Seer powers. I personally think she has Daemati powers, and some other people have proposed that she may even have healing powers, as well. I think that, based off the text, it is entirely plausible that Elain will graciously ask the Cauldron if she could please wield it’s powers, and because that ancient sucker is smitten with her, it will gladly do what she wants it to do.
Further Questions
Who is the Cauldron’s “dark maker”?
How, and where, did Jesiba acquire the Book of Breathings?
What did the Cauldron mean by “the hands of something reforged”?
Since Elain and Nesta are immune to the influence of the Trove, when used by others, does that mean that someone will attempt to use it on one or both of them?
The Bone Carver described the Book of Breathings as containing spells “written between the carved words”. This is never adequately explained (and I find Amren’s explanation to be dissatisfactory, in light of my scrupulous rereads). What did he mean by that?
When we do get Elain’s book, how many boxes of tissues will we need, and how many cups of honey lemon tea will we consume to deal with all the screaming of “WTF, SJM?!?!?” that will no doubt occur?
#acotar#acomaf#acowar#acosf#crescent city#elain#elain archeron#nesta#nesta archeron#amren#the bone carver#jesiba roga#feyre#feyre archeron#rhysand#lucien vanserra
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♡ Character introduction! ♡
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First name : Yonaka (夜中)
Last name : Komori / Asami (小森 / 麻美)
Nicknames :
Lilith (by Karlhienz), creepy girl (by Ayato), bitch-chan number 2 (by Laito), trouble maker (by Reiji), night creature (herself)
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Status :
Alive
Race :
May be Human
Ethnicity :
Japanese
Religion :
Christian
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Age :
17
Gender :
Female
Height
150 cm (4'11")
Weight :
45 kg (99 lb)
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Blood Type :
O
Hair Color :
Dark indigo
Eye Color :
Blood red
Occupation :
2nd year High School Student in Ryoutei Academy
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Things she likes :
Ribbons/bows, drawing on her sketch book, her iPad, physical affection, overall clothes with a Gothic Lolita style
Things she dislikes :
People who talk too much, confliction, anything annoyingly loud, obnoxious people
Favorite food + sweets:
Sanuki Udon and Hot cakes with butter on top , konteipo
Least Favorite food:
Fruit salad and toffee apples
Favorite drink:
Hot chocolate with whipped cream
Least Favorite drink:
Prune juice
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Appearance
She's often seen as 'quite creepy yet pretty' by her classmates and even her close friends because of her (some what innocent looking) bloody red eyes and her red 'eye shadow' that she barely covers with her dark indigo colored bangs, her hair color completely contrasts her eyes so you're drawn to her face almost immediately.
She is almost never seen without wearing some sort of covering clothing or any clothing that exposes her neck.
Personality
She doesn't smile very often in front of other people...or at least genuinely, curious, gentle and well mannered
She's also somewhat childish when she's with her close friends
Forgives surprisingly easily to people hurt her in anyway, pretty weird...
Trivia
She has very quiet foot steps...like a cat!
Yonaka once called Reiji ' Rei-chan ' or 'Rei Rei' when he was a kid...and ofcourse he disliked all of the nicknames
Her favorites are Reiji and Kanato just because they reminded her of her old friends
Lemon tea is her favorite tea
Most of the contents in her sketch books are cartoonish faces, eyes and any other random things she's thinking about
Her hair used to be jet black until I put on the wrong color and I ended up liking it
Often wonder around outside for too long so she got dragged back by good ol' Rei Rei
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#diabolik lovers#diabolik oc#reiji sakamaki#kanato sakamaki#dialovers#original character#yonaka#info#oc character#character art#introduction#diabolik brothers#diabolik boys#laito sakamaki#Karlhienz#ayato sakamaki
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continued with @wcnka from (x)
Day had easily noticed the way the chocolate-maker had been shivering. It hadn't take long at all for them to connect the dots and fetch him a blanket. In fact, as he spoke, they were already preparing a cup of tea to warm him, too. He had always shown them such kindness, it would be a shame for it to go to waste. They could show him just as much kindness as he had so politely given them. To show they were grateful for his friendship.
"Don't be silly, Willy," they murmured with ease, scolding gently at his mention of them leaving. "I'm glad you're going to rest, but..." They shrugged, mixing honey and lemon into the heated-up water. They knew a great recipe for an immunity-boosting tea. It was great for the throat, the chill, everything, really. When they turned back to him, they saw he had gotten up and frowned.
"Lay down. And let me help you..." They passed off the cup of tea to him, fingertips already reaching up to touch his forehead to see if he had a fever. Their words were gentle, but stern, unwilling to take 'no' for an answer. "All right?"
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I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I'm With You - Chapter 7.1
Happy Friday fellow Drukkari stans, or whatever day it is for you! Took a little longer, but I'm back with the first installment of the next chapter! If you need to catch up, you can find all other chapters on my table of contents here, or you can find me on AO3 (though you'll need an account to view). Last time, Sprite won Star Baker, Ajak was eliminated, and Makkari invited Druig over. Whatever will happen next? Find out now, in the next mini-chapter of Drukkari in the Great British Bake Off!
In the middle of the week, Druig found himself standing at Makkari’s door, arms full of groceries, wondering once again if this was a date or just a secret hang-out between friends. Hunter seemed to think it was the former, but then again, Hunter had said he’d marry Bobbi a third time if she’d have him, so perhaps he wasn’t the best judge of these things. Druig was leaning toward the latter just when Makkari opened the door, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him, and he found himself hoping that Hunter was right for once. She took a bag from him as she ushered him inside.
Druig wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting. While it was comparable in size to his own, Makkari’s flat was undeniably much homier than his. It wasn’t overflowing, but it was certainly filled with stuff, unlike his own sparse sitting room. That said, it was still tidy, and although he couldn’t decipher its organization himself, he felt there was likely a method to the madness. Instead of cleaning products, it smelled of old books and, as he neared the kitchen, something sweet he couldn’t quite place. As he put the remaining bags on the counter, it hit him.
Did you actually bake a lemon cake? he asked.
I’ve sort of been wanting one since last week, she answered, a playful smile tugging at her lips. Luckily, we don’t need the oven for this recipe.
Shall we get started, then?
Makkari’s eyes widened as he echoed her words from before, and her grin grew even wider.
Since they’d decided to buy cones rather than make them, they made quick work of the ice cream. Makkari guided him through it, observing him steadily as he followed her instructions. Although he was trying to concentrate, Druig thought he caught her looking directly at him rather than what he was doing more than once throughout the process. She’d looked away quickly, but not quick enough for him to not notice.
It wasn’t long before the mixture was in the ice cream maker, then all they had to do was wait. Makkari made tea to go with the lemon cake, which Druig had nearly started eating directly out of the pan, it smelled so good. Makkari had shooed him away while she cut it into slices before bringing him a plate. As they ate their cake, they chatted about work and tea preferences and practice bakes.
I mean, I baked a lot before, but practicing for the competition is practically a part-time job, Makkari said.
It would be, if they paid us, he replied with a mock-pensive expression.
Well, obviously! she retorted with a snort, which made him chuckle. But, if I’m being honest, I didn’t think I’d still be here in week seven.
Druig softened a bit as he responded, You’re not still having doubts about belonging here, are you?
Not nearly as much as before, thanks to you, she said, her expression softening as well. But I still haven’t won Star Baker, and I wasn’t so sure about my performance last week.
I’m sure you’ll win one of these times. And I wasn’t sure about last week either, but neither was anyone else. Well, except Sprite, Druig conceded.
Yeah, I’m pretty sure nothing scares her.
Agreed. I also think she’s actually twelve, maybe thirteen at most. Must’ve made a fake ID to get in.
You said it, not me, Makkari said, shaking her head but still smiling.
Well, I had no doubts that you’d still be in the competition, Druig continued. I’m slightly surprised I’m still here, though.
Hey, you’re not having doubts again, are you? Makkari asked, her face growing a bit more serious.
Only a little. Last week was tough, he admitted. I mean, Ajak’s been baking for years, and she got eliminated.
It is going to be weird without her there, she said sadly. I felt like she was always looking out for us.
Even when she was disapproving of your investigations? he asked.
Even then, she replied wistfully, but her expression grew mischievous again as she added, Although, she was wrong about not interfering.
Why do you say that? he said, though Druig had a feeling he already knew the answer.
I talked to Dane. He has decided to ask Sersi out! Makkari could barely contain her smile, and it proved to be infectious.
Wow, another successful case, then, he said, which made her giggle. I’m sure Sersi will be over the moon on Saturday.
I can’t wait to see her face! Makkari’s expression softened again as she continued, Thanks, by the way.
For what?
For always supporting my shenanigans.
Well, you do most of the heavy lifting.
True, but I couldn’t do it without your help. You make an excellent partner-in-crime.
The conversation was lighthearted, but Druig could feel the weight of her last statement, his heart swelling a bit. Between that and the way she was looking at him now, he was surprised he could form any coherent thoughts. He managed to sign, Thank you, Detective Makkari. It’s an honor to be your partner-in-crime.
Better than being Star Baker?
Undoubtedly.
She giggled at that, making him smile. As she looked up at him through her eyelashes, Druig found himself transfixed. It was as if nothing else in the world existed outside the two of them. All other thoughts seemed to drop away as he looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, and she looked back. They had begun leaning toward each other from across the small kitchen table as they talked, and Druig thought for a moment Makkari might be leaning even closer.
The ice cream maker dinged, and just as quickly as it had started, the moment had passed. Druig got up, and Makkari quickly followed suit. They sampled their chili mango ice cream, and Druig actually felt his knees buckle under him. As his senses came back to him, he noticed Makkari was laughing at his reaction. So, he leaned into it.
Glorious Makkari, I am defeated, he said, collapsing into a chair.
This made her laugh even harder, but she managed to sign, You, sir, are exaggerating!
Not even a little. I’d give you a handshake, but I can’t possibly get up.
She crossed over to him at that, saying, Well, I have to get my handshake.
Makkari offered him her hand, which he gladly took. And if their handshake lingered a bit longer than necessary, neither commented on it.
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Alternate title for this chapter: Is This a Date: The Sequel! 😆 Hope you enjoyed the fluff!
Part 23
#lovelyfanatical shares#drukkari gbbo au#drukkari#druig x makkari#eternals fanfiction#eternals#druig: seriously is this a date?#who knows
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Attack on Titan + Favorite Cocktails
Part 1: Scouts
so I want to make actual cocktails that I feel like represent these characters but it's gonna take some time to craft. so for now here's the regular drinks I think they'd really like + links to the recipes if you want to try them for yourself!
I tried not to include rum in any of the scouts recipes because i don't think that's something they would logically have access to. Connie's recipe includes rum but it can be substituted with vodka quite easily, so i thought it was worth including.
Eren + Feuerzangenbowle
- a mulled wine, but with a sugar cone that u set on fire !!!
- this is one of Connie's favs too but they never let him make it because they don't want him anywhere near an open flame
- eren likes the mulled wine by itself too, when the scouts are in hiding he makes it as a treat on cold nights
- makes it as more of a social event as opposed to just wanting to drink. loves to gather everybody around him while he sets the sugar cones ablaze one by one
- his mulling experience makes him the best punch maker of the scouts too. In a modern!au he's always tasked with making the punch for parties and get togethers. he puts his hair in a little lunch lady style hairnet and gets roasted to shit by Jean.
Mikasa + Kirsch Royale
- red like her scarf 😱😱😱
- very very cherry flavored mixed with champagne
- like mikasa; beautiful, will knock u on ur ass
- historia introduced her to it at her coronation party. everyone's popping cheap champagne and historia Demands that they bring out the good stuff for her friends
- just likes vodka-soaked cherries in general; anything that's spent time submerged in alcohol is her finger food of choice
- if Jean/Mikasa endgame they bond over their love of cherry liqueur idk idk ((also kirsch?? kirschstein?? the flirting opportunities baby))
Armin + Aperol Spritz
- lightweight alert!!!!!
- usually a really light alcohol content, pregame type of drink. just a white wine and some sparkling water really
- armin has two of these when he first drinks and gets absolutely blasted. Someone (probably jean) snuck it from erwins office the night before shiganshina 2 electric boogaloo
- armin drinks it on special occasions. But he also likes to bring a pitcher of it down whenever he talks to Annie
- in the modern day he LOVES Pina coladas, but in universe he has no clue what a pineapple or a coconut is so
- when he goes to marley he also discovers blue caraçao and puts that shit in everything ("it makes whatever you drink look like the ocean!!!")
Jean + French Connection
- called "The Connection" because France doesn't exist
- just cognac with amaretto liqueur
- his dad drinks it; that's it that's the reason
- he thinks it's cool and masc because it's served in a brandy glass and only has two simple ingredients; wants to be seen as an adult and a man's man or w/e
- has a convo post-rumbling talking about how he "wished all alcohol wasn't so bitter tasting". man has had only cognac and a hint of amaretto his whole life. Annie buys him a sweet moscato wine ("her one good deed for the week") and his head explodes
Sasha + Rumplesnuggler
- literally creamy alcoholic hot chocolate (peppermint schnapps and Irish cream being the alcoholic part)
- sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet
- her dad made it for her one christmas and ever since then she's been hooked
- every time she drinks it it takes her back to the cold woods of her youth, of her loving family, and of her moms delicious cooking
- gabi and falco try the non-alcoholic version of this and love it too. instant sugar high
- she also really likes anything with vodka because it's made with potatoes lol
Connie + Green Demon
- midori and lemon juice!!! Toxic waste in a bottle!!
- azumabito brings a bottle of midori as a gesture of goodwill (likely called something else at this point) and Connie just 👀👀 "it's green. Like GREEN green"
- he's putting it in everything, like it's food coloring. Green water, green green tea, green coffee. Menace to society
- he lets niccolo try it and he ponders the taste for a second. "Let me try something". Squeezes a WHOLE LEMON into the glass (he's a chef not a bartender). Tastes it, immediately regrets it. Sooo sour. He's about to throw it out but lets connie try his concoction of the damned first
- Love At First Sip. man never tried that marleyan wine because it's just midori and lemons from here on out
- when he gets married they toast this instead of champagne. heck he might just get married to the bottle
- Connie Springer Midori Melon Man
Levi + Dry Martini
- my first thought was a U-Boot which is just beer with vodka poured in it. this man weighs 100 pounds soaking wet and 50 of those pounds have to be liquor before he feels anything
- instead it's gin and vermouth which is. Not much better tbh
- levi likes to be in control of what he drinks but also what he looks like while he's drinking it. No unsophisticated beer kegs or basic wine glasses. It's martini glass or bust. No martini glass? He'll just drink water.
- same with the olives or lemon peel. No garnish? No drink. he's a little picky
- definitely has a favorite bar that makes it Just Right. probably a bar he went to with Erwin when they were starry-eyed scouts
- in the modern day he also makes a hell of a mixer. Kenny 100% taught him how to make a killer trash can punch
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Hange + ???
- do NOT engage hange in talks about alcohol do NOT pass go do NOT collect 200 dollars
- their fav drink does not have a name. it is a long island iced tea but made of GARBAGE
- the ingredients change every time but it is invariably disgusting
- attempts at mixing include: pickle juice, barbecue sauce, mayonnaise, seawater, bone marrow, olive oil
- every once in a while a combo will come together that shouldn't work but absolutely does. do not trust this miracle to happen twice
@lemmetreatya @nuri148 @uwubraun u guys said u were interested so!! here it is!! i did it. my opus. im gonna do the warriors next and i already have Ideas
#attack on titan#attack on titan headcanons#cat thots#cocktails#eren yaeger#levi ackerman#connie springer#aot
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My contribution to FishTank Day 1 and the color palette challenge. I've gathered items I either bought because of the color or that were around my house in the green and yellow color scheme, and then I made a kind of Gavii-CottageCore-FishTank moodboard of sorts. :D Basically tea, and yarn, and plants. The dream truly.
From top to bottom, left to right:
Image 1: My dream FishTank yarn - Arcane Fibre Works in the colorway "Calm Waters" (fingering weight). Just a few more in stock, but there is a similar one here, with a more yellow focus.
Image 2: Chantal Tea Kettle in Marigold yellow and an artisan made tea cup with lemons. I do not have the maker for the cup written down anywhere, but if I find them I will edit this post. [EDIT: TMD ceramics]
Image 3: Hoya Pubicalyx in a pot with a yellow butterfly
Image 4: Customized YETI rambler with "TB-4" on the side
Image 5: Gordon and Virgil Minis propped up with some scrap crochet thread in green and yellow. Green is Hobbii Rainbow Thread in "Malachite" and the yellow is Aunt Lydia's size 10.
Image 6: Green Coffee mug of a person in a sunhat planting near a green house. Purchased at my local farm shop, but I found it here as well.
Image 7: Hoya Wayetii in an artisan made pot by Rain Ceramics
Image 8: Vinyl Records with yellow album covers - "Best of the Blues Brothers" and "Talking is Hard" by Walk The Moon
Image 9: More Arcane Fibre Works yarn, worsted weight "Leaf Green" and a Furls Crochet Streamline Resin hook in "Virgo"
This has been a great excuse to test out my new camera!
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