#compot

[stank1nn1e2019]

что это.

[scoutingthetrooper]

yeah

[fullcravings]

Double Blueberry Pancakes

[fattributes]

Buttermilk French Toast with Blackberry Maple Compote

[mewiyev]

family

[wistaliia]

« s'il te plaît... apprivoise-moi ! »

little prince au, part 1

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

All Eyes On Me

Author's note: So I got some muse to continue this one- and a lovely message from a certain somebody helped me continue this silly series

Warning: LMK if I need to add anything. Cato Sicarius Being Himself

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @i-am-a-dragon34, @egrets-not-regrets, @gra93fruit-blog

Tagged: @c-u-c-koo-4-40k @cheapflame

Summary: Cato Sicarius is So Normal. He is the Normal-est Marine.

You were working on the ship, doing the assigned task that your supervisor had given you. Helping to tend to the Votive candles on the ship, making sure they are still lit and tended to. As to make sure there isn't too much wax and that the small bit of smoke from the candles didn't mess up the walls that were next to the candles as you carefully scrubbed the walls, without accidentally getting the fire blown out of the candles. As you tended to the various candles and washed down the walls and the floors you made sure that you were out of the way of Lord Angels and the other. As you hear the distinctive movements of a Lord Angel you shift a bit and glance and turn bright red and turn your face back to the part of the wall you were scrubbing. You heard the voice- the strident and familiar voice of Second Captain Cato Sicarius. The man was naked as a baby and dripping liquids of some kind and he stomps down the ship. One of his fellow Lord Angels- an Apothecary is shouting after him.

"And I told you- I won't stay a moment longer to get back into my gear and get my Tempest blade back!" Cato Sicarius bellows out.

"At least put on something to cover your bits." Someone says, 'There are new Scout on board- and don't need to see you like that so soon. We are supposed to the Finest Chapter of the Legios Astartes."

"We are the finest Chapter of Astartes!' Lord Sicarius bellows back as he turns around his.

Oh you can see his naughty bits swinging freely. Glistening with- is that water? Sweat? Or a medicinal fluid. You had heard that he and a few other brothers had fought in a Glorious Battle for the God Emperor recently. Your cheeks are flushed red as you edge to another section of the way and continue to scrub the wall.

You must have made too much noise as both Lord Angels turned to look at you. For some reason the other Lord Angel started ... if you didn't know better almost smirking and chortling at Lord Captain Sicarius.

"What are you doing here Serf?!" The Second Captain Cato Sicarius demands.

'Is it just me, or is his voice a little higher pitched than normal?' You wonder quietly.

"I am cleaning this section of the ship, Lord Astarte." You say making sure to focus on your job and not look at- at all of THE Second Captain.

"Hmp." The Second Captain grunts and you can hear the scowl, "And Why aren't you looking at me when I speak to you, serf?"

"I-I am attending to my duties." You squeak out.

"And you are buck arse naked, as a babe fresh from the womb, only far to large and ugly." A welcome voice comes over, teasing the other angel.

"Mind your tone and words, Fourth Captain," Cato growls out at Ventris with a scowl as he stomps over to his younger brother with a grumble.

"And you need to learn to wear clothes when fresh out of the Apothecarium patching you up." The Fourth Captain says dryly as he tries to help Massinius to corral his recalcitrant brother to somewhere potentially less damaging to his reputation.

[foodcravings]

Lemon ricotta pancakes with a blueberry compote (via Instagram)

[st-just]

Overnight oats are possibly the greatest excuse to have a sundae for lunch and call it healthy I have yet discovered.

[fullcravings]

Custard Oats with Mixed Berry Compote

[fattributes]

Fluffy Cottage Cheese Pancakes with Blueberry Compote

[rocket-spell]

I'm making this post again because everything was broken last time.

[cipher-zoo]

Now that (some of) Katakuri's siblings know about his face scars, I feel like Oven and Daifuku will come up with the craziest stories about how he got them.

Which leads to:

Compote: You need to stop coming up with stories, about how Katakuri got his scars, our siblings are starting to get weirded out.

Oven: Hey, I'm just trying to protect him. Do you want me to tell them how he tore his mouth while eating doughnuts? I'm just coming up with a better story!

Compote: Okay... I see your point, but saying he got them while making out with a sea king is NOT BETTER!

[please tell me about all the backstories you would come up with if you were Oven or Daifuku, I need to know]

[ejacutastic]

put blackberry jelly on your hamburbger right now

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Uriel's subtle revenge

Past =-= Next

Author's note: y'all inspired me to make a Uriel Ventris chapter with the Serf Reader. I hope y'all enjoy!

Warnings: A bit of Bully Cato, let me know if I need to add more.

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog @bleedingichorhearts @kit-williams @barn-anon @c-u-c-koo-4-40k

Tagged: @i-am-a-dragon34 @egrets-not-regrets , @gra93fruit-blog

‘Sometimes,’ Uriel Thinks to himself as he carefully tracks down one particular Serf that comes from his planet of birth from a farming community near where he'd grown up, “I think Captain Sicarius believes His own hype a little too much.’

While the Captain of the Second company is an exceptional fighter with few who could match him in sword, bolter, and tactics. His personality was something that rubbed others the wrong way, like stroking a cat's fur the wrong way far too roughly.

He spots the Serf dutifully tending to their tasks, their hair pinned up and out of the way as they diligently clean the room. They look up and around, feeling eyes on them. They look into his eyes briefly before they look down and properly Bow to him, pausing their work.

“Greetings, Lord Angel,” They say with very care pronunciation.

Uriel remembers when he had Pasinius were young Aspirants and they’d been with a whole barracks full of boys within the acceptable age range from every planet within Ultramar and the teasing and mockery he and his oldest friend had gotten for their ‘hick planet accent’.

Your particular version of their shared accent is really adorable in his opinion. Even when you are trying to hide it, which is a shame in his opinion.

“Greetings Serf,” he says, allowing his Calthian accent to come through.

Their head shot up and they stared at him wide eyed for a moment. Recognizing their shared accent.

“I hear you come from a place near where I used to live,” Uriel continued. “Have the grox-cheeses in the deep caves aged into the wine-dark musk that I remember?”

“Yes, and the festival of cheese wheels happened a few months before I left, Lord Angel,” you reply, your accent thickening back to what it was before you'd come aboard the space ship.

You knew that The Angels of Ultramar are from all over the planets under the protective Custody of the Imperial Regent. But you hadn't realized that one of the farm boys of Calth had actually managed to become an Angel, from what you can read of his Armor, he's a Captain, which is somewhat high ranking. Although at least as far as you can tell, it is.

Uriel and you talk about the various festivals and celebrations that their towns share, to mark the seasons and other important Holidays and events that are celebrated either for local planetary things, or for more important Imperium wide events.

Uriel is regaling you about one of the times he had done the Space Cooper's-hill cheese rolling and wake, one Of the few that he'd participated in before becoming an Aspirant.

You had started to smile and giggle as Uriel was describing something when a voice called out, haughty, And annoyed, “tch, must you speak in such a low way Ventris?”

Uriel's smile only faded somewhat, but his eyes sharpen at the way that you were slightly edging away from the sharp, sour tones of Captain Sicarius.

Uriel allowed himself to glance towards the older Ultramarine, noticing the way he was fuming and scowling at the pair of them.

Uriel stopped himself from smirking a little bit as he realized just how Annoyed the noble-blooded Ultramarine was.

“Ah, Lassie,” Uriel drawls, thickening his accent further, glancing down at you with an innocuous smile,“th’ Cap is fair steam'd.”

“Speak. Properly,” Cato hisses at his annoying younger brother. “You are the Fourth Captain of the Ultramarines.”

Cato clenches his fists and relaxes them a couple of times. He had been going in this direction for a purpose, but what that way flew out of his head when he had heard and seen Uriel speaking with you.

And realizing one of the things is that had bugged him about you. That deeply annoyed him, throne-Cursed Ventris is also from Calth. And the little snot likes to use that accent, which no one but him and his fellow country Bumpkins can understand.

He is ignoring the fact that part of the reason he's so angry is that Ventris got you to smile and giggle at him. He should go to an Apothecary because one of his hearts had started hurting A little to see you look at a different Space Marine like that. Then the bizarre hurt turned into welcome and familiar rage.

“If you aren't doing anything important,” Cato barks at the pair of Calthians,”stop blocking the hallways and get back to work.”

You started to curl in on yourself As a hot flush of shame has your cheeks turning red. You had continued to work, albeit At a slower pace as you spoke and listened to Captain Sicarius's word.

“I think you need to dislodge your sword from your scrotum,” Ventris snarks at Cato.

Cato feels a vein start to throb in his forehead at the younger Captain’s Words." You and I need to go to the sparring ring. Now.”

“Gladly,” Uriel says, giving you a nod before following after an angrily stomping Cato.

He was glad he was able to speak with you for a little while. There aren't many fellow Calthians that go off planet.

[morethansalad]

Vegan Cheese Strudel