#moldy reference sheet

[lilybug-02]

Moldycepts Bread Reference Sheets!?!

Moldycepts, better known as Moldy, is a peculiar little Bread critter. Despite their spooky (half-eaten) appearance, Moldy is very soft-spoken. They've been trying to find a cure for their "condition" for some time now, but their hazy memory and constant tiredness is quite detrimental to the progression. It's okay though, they take life in stride and enjoy hanging out with their friends. They/Them

I love taking this time to reflect on these little bread characters. I wanna give them some agency, and the thought of Moldy being a little scientist was cute!

Fairy Bread Reference✨ Toasty&Devil Bread Reference🦇

[raintailed]

BIG ART DUMP of object ocs!!! including some very old ones and ones for objectified

Gumdrop (any pronouns)

Meteorite (it/its, null/nulls), based on the meteorites from Pixel Cat's End

Ice Cream (he/him)

D6 (she/her)

D8 (she/her), sister of D6

Bottlecap (he/him, she/her), based on a bottlecap i actually have

Meteorite but in Objectified

Meteorite go NYOOM!!!! Its preferred method of attack is tackling people

Gumdrop but in Objectified

Void Crystal (they/them), in Objectified. Uhhh i don't think that's an object

Moldy Bread (she/her), another Objectified blorbo. She's kinda moldy and that was an accident

Ghostie (they/them), who is just a sheet ghost :]

[mold-for-breakfast]

haphazardly making refs for my ocs in preparation for artfight. more shall soon follow

[bubba-buff]

Heh I wonder who?? We better go investigate!

Yeah We Mentally Ill, Keep Scrolling but w/ @moldy-flowers ‘s AU!!

From left to right: Naoko Shimura, Sakura Haruno, Vale Torishi

The aftermath^^

This was honestly so much fun- worth the 7 hours it took me! Naoko and Sakura (at least this version) belong to Moldy, Vale belongs to me. Here are some alternate versions!!

[yandereduckie]

Please I would like to know, I think your writing and your fanfics on AO3 are wonderful!

— Mister Void, at your pleasure.🖤🗝

(Notice: Mister Void was asking about my AU and/or headcanons, but for some reason Tumblr bugged and it didn't appear)

OH YES PLEASE LET ME!!!😍🤩No one ever wanted to hear about it🥲

I feel like:

I think that's why she's one of my strongest Kins- BUUuuuut going back

It's not exactly an AU, since I didn't write anything anywhere, I just have it all stored in the back of my brain.It's more like a preference and a mix of several Headcanons and concepts that I took from some fanfics I read on AO3.

Like for example, the Batfam being absolute cryptids and scaring the shit out of everyone else in the hero community. For this trope, I usually like to think of the Batfam as having managed to build functional, realistic and beautiful wings.

Oh yeah, and let's not forget the classic bird language. Oh oh and the feline like claws and pads on the gloves too!Also, I like to think that Billy joined the family like, half a week after being invited to the League, seriously, he may be magical and a little more mature, but he's still a kid, and the Bats only need one slip-up from him to put the pieces together.

I also like to think that this Billy doesn't have the others from Shazamily, yet, because I want him, the way he is, to look at this bunch of orphaned street kids(and his lost twin sister of course), and simply give a Batman, taking them to the mansion just to shock everyone that the first one(technically second because of the whole Park Row's children and Jason thing) to start having Bruce's addiction to adoption was not Dick but Billy.

And even though I haven't put this in either of the two fanfics I've written so far, I'd like Bruce's parents(and Alfred) and Clark's parents to meet before the two were even born yet, and for them to grow up as brothers, and for the Kent farm to be an escape from Gotham's overwhelming elite and the spotlight for Bruce.

I want a young, stubborn Bruce to take a young, scared Clark around the farm and find Clark's ship, I want them to find out sooner what Clark is, who he was, his birth name, I want this duo of kids to be the ones to find out that Diana Prince is Wonder Woman and for her to take them as apprentices (References to an AO3 fic called Shadow Demon, it's really good, oh and I'm also getting a little bit of Alternative Heroes, Same Hearts).

I want a good relationship and communication between the Batfam, make Alfred forcefully shove an angry teenage Bruce into a therapy room, and of course, the training with the monks, and make him be very grateful for that now that he has to take care of other traumatized and vengeful little humans.

I want Jason to be caught sooner, that he was trying to steal Batman's tires to buy medicine for his mother, I want Bruce to take this child and feed him and promise to help in the best way possible, I want Bruce to take him to the moldy apartment that the boy calls home, I want him to realize the state of his mother, I want her to have already left, that she took advantage of Jason's departure to be able to get rid of her pain without having to do it in front of him. I want Bruce to comfort a young and hysterical Jason, I want this boy to cry himself to sleep only to wake up wrapped in the softest sheets of his entire life.

I want a Bruce who reveals his identity to Jim before he even considers taking a young, eager Barbara under his wings, okay? I want a responsible Bruce.

And don't make poor Lucius have so much stress.

I want Bruce to notice the little shadow following them (seriously, I think it's cool that Tim managed to do this without getting caught, but not here, Batman, Batwoman [yes, she comes sooner, i want Kate to come visit her cousin and see the shit he's doing and refuse to leave until he includes her] and Robin have wings, with sensors to feel things that normal people don't feel, like changes in the air, or even sensors to smell more specifically.), I want Bruce to notice that the neighbors left, but his son didn't go with them, I want Bruce to pick up this abandoned boy and wrap him in a hug.

I want him to see the daughter of one of the Rougues trying to sabotage her father, I want him to accept the help willingly and try to slowly gain her trust, I want a Bruce who saves Stephanie from her own father, I want a Bruce who couldn't save her mother, I want a Steph who even though she's sad doesn't blame him. I don't want Tim and Steph to date. I want them to be siblings. I want them to be best friends. I want them to be like twins. I want them to be chaos gremilins together!

I want Talia to not be evil, I want her to be essentially kind, I want a Talia who blames herself millions for what she did to Bruce, I want a Talia who looks at this tiny baby in her arms and loves him unconditionally, I want a Talia who can't stand watching the training her father gives to her baby, her son, I want Talia to take a 3-4 year old Damian and take him to Bruce, I want her to get hurt in the escape, I want Bruce to save her, but I also want her to run away, run away far away so that the LoA doesn't get close to her little and adorable Dami, nor her beloved, or the children he took as his. I want them to have a complicated, distant, forbidden, cursed by others, but true and lasting love.

I want the cat and bat game to be between Kate and Selina, I want more lesbian couples!!!Harley and Ivy? Stuning lesbians.

Oh, and the Joker and Jason incident... I want a Jason who feels so loved in a way he's never felt before that he musters up the courage to talk to his father(!), I want him to tell Bruce about Sheila, I want a Bruce who is an unconditionally loving and supportive father who offers to take him to where she is, I want him to warn him about the Joker, I want the bomb to go off with Bruce opening the warehouse doors just in time to just look at his Jaylad and he looks back and neither of them can get any closer.

I don't want a Bruce who kills the Jokerbut I want a Bruce who beats him to the point of paralysis.

I want Clark to be forced to leave the country at top speed to stop Bruce, but not to save the Joker, I want it to be to help his crying brother, to stop him from destroying himself with the clown.

I want that whole thing about or whoever wrote Alfred putting a "Good Soldier" plaque on Jason's grave to go to the fucking hell, I want him to have a proper burial, I want Park Row to mourn the death of one of their own who managed to get out of poverty and still come back to help them, I want Crime Alley to mourn the death of their little bird.

I want Tim to take a lot longer to take up the mantle of Robin, I want a Steph who stays with her no-twin even more, I want a Bruce who after talking to Clark and Diana makes everyone go to therapy, I want Ivy to help Harley recover from that bastard clown, I want Bruce to go see how the two are.

I want Talia to see a revived Jason wandering and take him in, I want her to try to start making amends with Bruce by starting by taking care of his lost boy, I want her to start seeing him as hers too, I want Damian and Jason to be brothers, I want Talia to show the state the Joker is in, I want her to show that it took Clark to get Bruce away from the clown's decrepit body, I want her to show how his family scared the city so much that not only the rougues avoided going out at night, I want Talia to take them both back to Bruce.

I want them to cuddle in a pile of love and affection, I want a Talia still being treated to be in that pile too, I want that even with her away most of the time, the kids see her as a mother.

I want Tim to take up the mantle of Robin with Jason's blessing. And I want Steph to finally come out as Batgirl.

I want a young Cass to be noticed as soon as she sets foot in Gotham, I want it to be during one of Talia's visits, I want my couple to take this girl raised to be a weapon and turn her into a real child, I want everyone in the mansion to learn ASL when she prefers to gesture rather than speak most of the time. I want Steph to hand her over to Batgirl with Barbara's blessing and the two of them to go out together on Cass's first patrol with Tim hot on their heels.

And I want Bruce to find out about the "we are Robin" movement, I want Bruce to take this boy who started a gang under his wing.

I want Bruce to see this city and the heroes who disappeared out of nowhere and came back out of nowhere, I want the trinity to invite Marvel to the League, I want Bruce to discover that the Champion of Magic, Fawcette's main hero, an idol to many (and to Clark, who was very disappointed when he found out that Marvel wasn't Kryptonian), is a homeless child. I want Bruce to gain his trust, I want Bruce to give him a family and promise to find this boy's sister.

I want a Bruce who, after the invasion of Starro, sees this little star in his hands and can't resist his children wanting to keep him (and he himself wanted to too-), I want Jarro to be included in things, I WANT HIM TO HAVE THE LOVE HE DESERVES, OKAYY!?!?!?!

I want the current Justice League to be new, I want Bruce to be the first father and I want no one but Diana, Clark and Billy to know... Oh, and Barry too, since Dick would be best friends with Wally from an early age.

I want a Bruce who doesn't kill, but I also want a Bruce who doesn't force his rules and morals down his children's throats, I want a Bruce who understands that his children are individual beings, I want Bruce to understand that his children can and do have different morals and views.

I want Jon and Damian to be raised like Clark and Bruce were.

I want Clark to see this clone that looks about Tim's age and not think twice about bringing him home. I want Kon and Tim to be Bi best friends.

Oh and Kara!! I want Kara and Babs to be a thing, I want them together!!! I want my third lesbian coupleee!!

I want Kate and Selina, Ivy and Harley to be the cool aunts who take the kids out to cause chaos.

I want Bruce to have less of a Brucie or hooker persona and more of a tired dad thing. Dark circles under his eyes? Oh, Dami couldn't sleep. Hurt? Uh, Dick tried to maneuver the chandelier and would have fallen if I hadn't run to catch him! Am I a mess? The kids started an argument!

And I think that's it for now, I hope I put everything that was in my head.

There are designs for the characters in the AU now

Oh, to add, I've never read any DC comics, okay? Not Marvel either, or anything other than Turma da Monica(in english: Monica's Gang)...

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

[ahrianee]

"Let me take care of you"

Family Relationship : Demetrian Titus x Elitheia "Theia" Agni (OC — @hatsubara-8chan ) and Lilia Titus (Oc — Me )

Warnings: English is not my main language, The content of this story may certainly be explicit in terms of blood, there are mentions of injuries, beatings of minors, abuse... Although there are many more beautiful things in this chapter, only small mentions of traumas and wounds

Notes: Platonic/Family relationship, basically Titus and Theia being adoptive parents to a little girl, nothing weird, Just me thinking about what good parents they would be, while I get diabetes writing nice things about the family.

Summary: She is so afraid of holding on to them and then they realize that the garbage is thrown away, Lilia gets sick but I don't want anyone to worry

Taglist of " Little Adventures Of A Young Adepta Sororita" :

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— @gobs-archive

The first rays of light are already peeking through the agricultural world, slipping elusively through the convent windows and directly illuminating the face of the little girl curled up in a ball, hugging two teddy bears—one made in the image of Demetrian Titus and the other in the image of Elitheia Agni.

Lilia lets out a small moan as she feels her head being struck by an invisible hammer. Her face is completely red, and she's sweating so much that a thick layer of it covers her skin. She's been tossing and turning all night, unsure of what to do, as everything is painful and uncomfortable. Even though she is suffering from a fever, she didn’t tell anyone how bad she felt.

Like her lungs, she's gasping for air almost all the time. Even when she breathes, it’s as if she is suffocating. It’s the same feeling she had when the director's lover grabbed her slender neck with her bony hands. The little girl closes her eyes tightly, trying to erase that image from her mind.

Lying on her side, hugging the two bears and crying silently, even if she is slowly forgetting the past, she still has memories that won’t fade away—emotional wounds that still need to heal. She can remember how, in the past, she couldn’t complain when she got sick. She remembers all too well what would happen if the director of the orphanage heard that a child was ill: a sure beating, pain worse than what she would endure from the sickness.

“— The garbage is thrown away —”

The little girl opens her eyes wide as the headmaster's voice echoes in her mind. With teary eyes, she finds herself looking at the two bears she's cuddling. She wants to call them, but she doesn't know what to call them. She wishes to refer to him as Dad and her as Mom. She doesn’t want to address him as Lord Titus and her as Lady Elitheia like the other sisters in the convent do. Yet something inside her prevents her from naming them that way. Rather, it’s a fear that will never go away.

She’s so afraid that Demetrian Titus and Elitheia Agni will discover that the garbage is thrown away that she doesn’t want to get her hopes up, even though from the first moment she met them, they were kind and sweet, even spoiling her with gifts she couldn't have dreamed of.

The fear of emotional attachment haunts her; she’s terrified of clinging to them and growing attached, only to be discarded.

Small whimpers escape her every time she tries to move; her head feels as though it is going to explode if she keeps moving. Tears stream down her cheeks, yet she doesn’t cry at all. She remains silent, trying to wipe her tears and sweat with the sheet.

She forces herself to move, forces herself to get up and say everything's okay even though she feels like she will faint from the pain at any moment.

Gentle knocks on the door alert her. She feels so sick and confused. Her small room in the convent shifts to the dirty, moldy room in the orphanage, filled with rotten things and items stained with heretical Slaanesh symbols, where more than fifty children huddle together, trying not to die of hypothermia.

— Lilia? Are you still asleep, little one? I'm coming in —

Sister Eva's voice echoes, bringing her back to the convent room. The sister opens the door, revealing the scene: a small white ball hugging her teddy bears and covered by the sheets.

— Haven't you been able to sleep well, Lilia? —

The sister asks again, noticing that the little girl in the bed isn't responding, but she does see the little girl trembling beneath the covers.

Lilia had never been capricious; no matter the situation, she always woke up to help out at the convent, so this is certainly new for Sister Eva.

Sister Eva quickly approaches the little girl, her hand instinctively moving to the girl's head when she feels her red, hot, feverish face. The touch of Eva's cold hand on Lilia's forehead makes the little girl let out a small sigh of relief. The sister notices the tears streaming down Lilia's face, her chest pounding; she's starting to feel a little upset. Who are we kidding? She's completely upset right now.

— I'll get a bucket of cold water and a cloth. I'll also inform Lord Titus and Lady Elitheia about your condition. Hang in there, little one —

The sister says, Lord Titus has become Lilia's legal guardian after a private conversation with the convent's senior sister. No one knows what happened in the office, but Senior Sister Elizabeth surely opened Lord Titus's eyes, while Lady Elitheia is Lord Titus's partner, so it would also be right to inform her in a situation like this.

Lilia's eyes narrow as she sees Sister Eva quickly recover and almost run out the door. The little girl raises her hand toward the door.

— Wait... Don't leave me alone... Please... Coal, I'm scared —

That last murmur ends with her soft voice breaking. When she realizes she’s completely alone in the room, she feels so alone that she's terrified. Her mind begins to spin with all sorts of scenarios.

Her convent room shifts to the orphanage again and again, like images flashing before her eyes.

— …Coal… I'm scared… —

She murmurs that name again as she stops hugging the teddy bears and curls into a ball, wrapping her legs and burying her head completely under the covers. She begins to cry loudly, biting her lip in an attempt to muffle the sobs.

“—Shhh… Calm down, Bean, I'm here. I won't let them hurt you— ”

That voice echoes in Lilia's head, hoarse and broken but still as sweet and kind as she remembers. She closes her eyes tightly as memories of the past quickly begin to drown her.

[ . . . ]

Soft footsteps are heard walking toward the girl lying on the floor. The little girl holds her breath, fearing it might be an inspector sent by the orphanage director to check on the children. She closes her eyes tightly as she tries to stop the tears from coming. She listens as he stays still and crouches down in front of her.

She's afraid of opening her eyes and getting hit, so she prefers to continue pretending she's asleep. To the girl's surprise, a small, calloused hand caresses her cheek.

— ...It's me, Bean —

That voice, which the girl would recognize anywhere, makes her slowly open her eyes, seeing the child's face completely covered in dirt.

— ...Coal —

She murmurs toward the boy, who only nods as he helps her sit on the lap of the boy several years older than her. Coal, as everyone knew this boy, was the oldest in the orphanage, always covered in coal because the most capable children were sent to the mine to help extract minerals. In the eyes of the planet's nobles, they were sweet children who wanted to help the orphanage that cared for them so much, which is why no one questioned why there were children in the mine.

The boy searches in his pocket for a small, battered, and dirty leather canteen.

— It's clean water, the miners gave it to me. You should drink a little and then eat something —

Coal's voice is soft, trying not to wake the other children or alert any adults in the orphanage.

Coal tightly hugs the girl's thin body, trying to keep her from falling as she's so sick, helping her drink the clean, cool water. After taking two small sips, her body feels a little relieved almost instantly.

The boy looks at her silently, letting out a small sigh of relief. For some reason, ever since Bean—what he'd nicknamed her after the first few days of watching her sleep like a bean—arrived at the orphanage, the director's mistress had become increasingly present, punishing the girls there.

Being one of the older children, I always try to help the other kids. I save my rations from the mine for any child who had been punished by missing a meal, and I take care of anyone who gets sick so the director won't beat them.

Coal's hand rises toward the little girl's forehead, so small for a ten-year-old, so thin she looks like a tree branch that would break at any breath of wind, but with the brightest smile of all.

The girl struggles to stay awake; she's tired. The small piece of bread she was eating remains in her hand after three microscopic bites.

— Everything's okay... You can sleep, Bean. . . I'll protect you as always —

Still in Coal's arms, Bean nods, slowly falling asleep on Coal's chest, listening to his heartbeat.

The mere presence of Coal in such a place is completely comforting for the children of the orphanage.

Small moans of pain escape her lips between soft gasps; the little girl's eyes slowly open, looking from side to side. Perhaps it’s because she's sick or because she's still half asleep, but she still doesn’t realize she’s in someone's arms.

Her soft breathing is the only thing he hears. Seconds later, he also notices Coal's breathing as he holds her in his arms, never having stopped protecting her.

The girl's smile slowly spreads; she really doesn’t know what would have happened to her if Coal hadn't been in the orphanage.

— …Thank you —

She murmurs so as not to wake the boy. It seems he stayed wide awake all night and only decided to get some rest in the morning.

[ . . . ]

Lilia's eyes slowly open, noticing the cold, damp cloth on her forehead. A soft hand clasps her small hand. Until her eyes adjust to the light, her vision is blurred. She blinks several times until she realizes there are two adults in the room, Demetrian Titus and Elitheia Agni. He stands at the side of the bed, occasionally checking the cloth on the girl's forehead to moisten it again. She gently holds the girl's hand, praying soft prayers to the Emperor.

The first person to realize she is awake is Elitheia, who, while still holding the girl's hand, composes herself slightly, raising her hand to the little girl's cheek, wiping away the tears that have fallen down her face. To say they were both scared is an understatement. When Sister Eva's holo message reached Demetrian, it took him no more than two seconds to almost run to one of the dropships and fly toward the little girl without looking back. He and his partner had agreed to see the little girl together, but he hadn't expected his little surprise for her to turn out like this.

Without a second thought, he notified Elitheia, and they headed toward the agricultural world. The last thing they heard were some comments from Gadriel and Leandros. And that's how an Astarte and a Sororita Adepta almost broke down the convent door in search of the girl. It took them no more than fifteen minutes to arrive. If there were speed limits, they probably would have broken them just to get there quickly.

Demetrian's sigh resonates in the room, filled with relief at seeing his little daughter's face awake. He bends down, raising his large hand to remove the cloth from the little girl's forehead. She still seems quite bewildered and certainly lost. She hasn't spoken a word yet, only staring at the two of them in the room over and over.

— Lilia? —

It's Theia who breaks the silence, bringing her face closer to the little girl's, touching her forehead against hers, noticing that her temperature has dropped noticeably.

— How are you feeling, my little girl? —

Theia's sweet, soft voice is all the little girl hears right now.

The room falls completely silent again as Elitheia and Demetrian wait for any reaction from the little girl. She only blinks a few times and gives them the biggest smile on the planet.

— ...Mommy... Daddy... —

The moment she calls them that, they both react instantly. Warmth begins to fill the room. Elitheia smiles warmly in return as she lifts the sheet a little and gets into bed with the little girl.

— Yes, my dear daughter? —

He hugs her to his chest while Lilia settles a little more. It seems that the storm has passed and now calm has arrived. Titus, who had been completely frozen watching the situation, moves a little closer to his partner and his… daughter. It's still so strange to him, but it's strange in a good way. It's something he's never experienced. He grew up and matured, filled with rage, but right now he can only feel the warmth and love overflowing in the place.

Elitheia gestures to her partner, as if squeezing herself a little further onto the bed to make room for him. Even though the bed is small, I don't think Lilia would complain at all about being sandwiched between her two favorite people.

— ...Thank you for being here with me —

Lilia murmurs, closing her eyes again, as they hug her.

— You have nothing to thank us for, my little one. We'll always be with you, we'll never leave you alone, right my dear? —

Elitheia looks at Demetrian, and he nods automatically. As I said before, this is the first time he's felt such warmth, this is the first time he's felt such peace.

— Never, no matter where you are, we'll always take care of you, Lilia. Don't ever think for a second that we're going to leave you, my little one —

— Thank you... Daddy... Mommy —

Elitheia's eyes gaze so sweetly at the little girl as she continues to murmur "Mommy" and "Daddy" Demetrian slowly brings his hand up to Lilia's face, caressing his daughter's small, fleshy cheeks with his large thumb.

— Stop being thankful, Lilia... Mommy and Daddy will always take care of you —

Another little story of the little Titus/Agni family!

It's a bit short but I loved the result and didn't want to add filler.

Also featured in this chapter is Coal! He's my first male Oc for Wh40K ( ՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞ )

Soon when I have time I will make some drawings of Coal and Bean (Lilia)

✨💕

[kaythetrashcan]

I made a Termina oc.

My attemt to recreate Miro's style

Reference sheet

Some doodles

Her character history and her moonschorched form (Gore and nudity warning) are under the cut

You were raised in an orphanage in East Bohemia. Your caretakers were neglectful at best and downright abusive at worst, which led you to look after other children. You:

- Helped sick children (gain 1 blue vial and 2 cloth fragments)

- Stole food for others (Gain Lockpicking skill)

- Shielded others from harm (Gain Protect = ability allowing you take damage in place of another party member)

As the time went on, you developed a fascination with the Old God Sylvian. She became a comfort in your life and asylum grew up, you decided to pursue her further. You:

- Studied her academically (Gain Loving whispers)

- Explored on your own (Gain Masturbation skill)

Eventually, your studies weren't enough and you ended up joining a Sylvian worshipping cult, adorning bunny masks and dancing in the meadows. You:

- Enjoyed company of your fellow bunny masks. (Gain Dance of the rabbits skill = All party healing spell outside combat, doesn't work on Daan)

- Pleased curious strangers (Gain the Sylvian prayer skill = Can regrow limbs at the cost of mind)

Eventually, you stopped coming home. Your life became that of worship as your mind and memories deteriorated. You had forgotten so much, even your own name, with only your medailon remaining as a reminder of your past.

That blissful life, lacking worries came to an abrupt end, as the Secong Great War started. Your group got caught in a crossfire and you were one of the few who made it out alive. A group of Voroniyan soldiers rescued you and place you in a brothel.

Life wasn't too bad there. You came back to your roots, helping others and making them happy. You made sure to fulfill every client's wishes and fantasises. They deserve the best. One man especially took a liking to you, even taking you home a few times. He was:

- A rich business man (gain 10 shillings and 1 lucky coin)

- A lieutenant (gain the lugr pistol and 6 bullets)

- A pharmacist (gain 2 pep pills)

Your work at the brothel made you quite desirable. A certain man payed a small fortune to spent his business trip with you. You are heading there now. What did you take with you:

Food (gain 2 dried meat and 1 moldy bread)

Alcohol (gain 1 vodka and 1 beer)

Something to read (gain Sylvian skin bible)

(If gun isn't chosen as a starting choice, Ofelie will have her whip and the ability Whip crack)

[sustainabilitythoughts]

Food - use or toss?

All of us have looked at a food item wondering if it is too old to eat.  Most of the time, if we are not sure, we throw the item in the trash.  Adding to the confusion are the “best by”, “sell by” and “use by” dates on food packages in the US.  I found some information to help with those decisions, allowing us to safely reduce food waste in our homes. 

According to the US Department of Agriculture, “Food poisoning bacteria does not grow in the freezer, so no matter how long a food is frozen, it is safe to eat. Foods that have been in the freezer for months may be dry, or may not taste as good, but they will be safe to eat.”  In addition, “most shelf-stable foods are safe indefinitely. In fact, canned goods will last for years, as long as the can itself is in good condition (no rust, dents, or swelling). Packaged foods (cereal, pasta, cookies) will be safe past the ‘best by’ date, although they may eventually become stale or develop an off flavor. You’ll know when you open the package if the food has lost quality. Many dates on foods refer to quality, not safety. See FSIS’ Shelf-Stable Food Safety fact sheet for more information.”  The US Department of Agriculture is collaborating with the Food Marketing Institute and Cornell University to update the online Foodkeeper storage guide, which contains storage information on a wide variety of foods. 

The website https://www.eatortoss.com/ provides information on many unusual food safety questions, in addition to more general guidance.  For example, the website discusses what to do if one strawberry in a container is moldy or if your celery is floppy.  The website also includes “use it up” recipes to help clean out the refrigerator or pantry.   

[cleolinda]

Silent Hill 2 commentary: Wood Side Apartments (3)

PREVIOUSLY ON: James' feud with a grade schooler, decorative storytelling, our first encounter with Pyramid Head, and the scariest scene in the whole game.

Spoiler policy: Just about anything but That One Big Thing near the end of the game, particularly information about characters, their motives, and their dynamics. The game’s eight endings may also be discussed. Content notes are below the cut.

Content notes: This post is mostly about fighting and exploring. The combat involves body horror, acid vomit, and realistic amounts of blood. By this point, we have both the wooden plank and the gun.

1:14:30: "This is so stressful. I say this admiringly. It's so stressful!" The thing about this game is that you have to stay vigilant—the combat is very sporadic, but you're always watching for a mannequin to be right around the corner. The tension is exhausting, and this is why I'm sitting there halfway through this video saying, "I'm so tired." I love it, but this is why it took me about six weeks to finish the game the first time.

Mostly, this apartment exists as a throughway with easter eggs to somewhere else, but there's a double bed with that blue-flowered sheet again, and there's a broken mirror on one of the pillows. Given what we've discussed about "a body without a head" (V2 1:48:25) and "James can't look himself in the eye," it's almost like the mirror is resting there as a person would, next to a space for someone else. There's also that deep, hoarse breathing that's meant to evoke Mary's illness. I feel like there's symbolism like this scattered throughout the building just to have something there, you know? Bloober Team really went out of their way to make these apartments look like a variety of people lived there, and if you're going to think up all these furnishings and back stories so players can explore, they might as well reflect James in some way.  

1:16:45: This moment with a mannequin lying in wait encapsulates what I love about them: there's body horror, but it's also waiting there in this coy little pose that's both sort of charming and incredibly disturbing. I love fighting them but I hate fighting them, you know? I kind of wish we were on the same team. 

A Strange Photo on the windowsill: "Career's humble beginnings." Midway through my first run at the game, I started recording it for my own reference, and thus, I actually have a shot of James' cubicle to compare it to: 

All images are ©2024 Konami Digital Entertainment, and captured from my gameplay in January-March 2025.

1:19:00: I struggle with one of the ankle-biter lying figures out in the hall. It keeps slithering away at top speed. "Do you want to do this or not?!"

You know, I'm probably the last person who should shake my first and cry "WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!" to the heavens, given that I did all this research to tell you why the monsters are like this, but I'm not asking in any literal sense. It's more, Why, Why Hath These Tribulations Been Visited Upon Me. 

1:20:10: "Oh, it's YOU." The next one, a straggler with stitches, is even worse: "I am not dying here. FUCK THAT."

There's a fire escape staircase you can let down that goes between the second floor and the ground floor, and it turns out to be really, really useful. 

1:21:15: Apartment 207. I proceed to traipse around the Wood Side complex savescumming the "Let's NOT Party!" achievement so I don't lose 50% of my bullets shooting 11 "WELCOME HOME" balloons. I was fully willing to eat 13 deaths on my original run, 11 of them sustained from extracurricular practice fighting, but I'd rather run around reloading saves for a one-time thing than lose half my ammo. 

By the way, this room is decorated for a party (complete with a moldy, uncut cake). In an abandoned town. This is the question I keep asking: Did people leave Silent Hill gradually, or all in one cataclysmic day? But there's always that third option: what we're experiencing has been conjured in the moment, by Silent Hill as an entity, specifically for James. At which point, "Welcome Home" is addressed... to him. It's a continuation of that "home" theme: Home Again by David Wiltse, "The Long Way Home" on the jukebox, Silent Hill as a resort town that nonetheless symbolizes the person that was "home" to James. 

1:30:00: The night before I recorded this, I was browsing the Silent Hill Wiki and saw the line, "James was proficient in track and field in his 'school days.'" I laughed so loudly that I scared my dog because Remake James famously can't go faster than a gentle jog, to the point where it's laughable in a chase scene several hours from now. "WELL IT DID HIM A LOT OF GOOD."

1:31:00: Apartment 208. I honestly don't have any evidence that Apartment 208 is inhabited by "a fucking serial killer," but it's got a distinct Se7en vibe to me (I nearly said "written all over it"), from the room crammed with notebooks to the weird little chamber that the tenant APPARENTLY traps people in. I don't usually transcribe entire notes, but this one left behind by that tenant is worth examining: 

You must think I'm cruel But this prison is of your own making The choice was yours I watched you make it over and over and over again This time's not gonna be any different And I'll be here Watching

So one interpretation is, we have walked into yet another story of strangers' lives going on in this complex, and this has nothing to do with James and we'll never know what the hell this absolute freak was doing. Another is that this does relate to James in a partial, dream-logic way; "over and over and over again" suggests time loops and that oscillating-fan cycles-and-repetition symbolism. Whether you think Silent Hill is hell, purgatory, or something else for James, it is "of his own making"—he's here due to something he's done (and the guilt he feels about it), but his version is also constructed of imagery from his subconscious. The "choice" must be [spoiler that James can't remember], and we'll watch him watch that on a video tape near the end of the game—did the speaker watch James make that choice in that memory, or is James literally repeating that action in the present/future? Because the "Maria" ending hints that James will reenact events from his life with her as well. 

At which point: Who is "I"? Silent Hill itself? Or even some part of James, speaking to himself? Taunting himself, trapping himself? I genuinely don't know. This game loves to just drop weird little confetti bombs of what the fuck all over the place. 

Anyway, there's also kind of a hypergraphia situation with the writing all over the walls and ceiling; our three clues to the safe code are hidden there.

Right where the rooftops piece through the night Left are homebound footprints with no owner in sight But has he found home, oh, please pray tell Or a river of memories leading right to his hell

So you're looking for drawings of

Houses (rooftops), with the "home" theme again

Another house with footprints (like the footprints on the loading screen. This is recreated from the original game, and I actually don't know if there's a significance there)

A river (James is associated with water, and the "bad" endings ["his hell"?] both involve the lake)

and the numbers on them, which are the code to a safe ("right" and "left" in the poem give you the directions) that contains a key and also our first coin, the Man, and yes, all of this is exactly as complicated as it sounds.

When I mention the disgusting bathrooms as having a Se7en aesthetic, I may have been thinking of Fight Club—while both are iconic David Fincher movies, they had different production designers, and Fight Club’s was Alex McDowell. That said, I would be very surprised if Bloober Team didn’t also have some of Arthur Max’s work on Se7en on their inspo boards. 

I also mention that this kind of reminds me of the Saw movies, except that I haven't seen the Saw movies because Silent Hill 2 is about as much gore as I can handle. I always send my videos to Ian first, and he emailed me back that, right as he was saying to the screen, "But you recapped—" my voice said, "Yes, I know I recapped Hannibal." (I didn't watch it for the gore, that's for sure.)

1:36:10: The key opens your exit, a door with the nine-square arrangement of the Nine Delusions, the nine monsters and bosses that are James' distractions. Usually the squares are red, and that's why our save points involve James looking into a red square. I probably didn't need to write this up this puzzle at such length, but the location is visually very striking.

1:38:40: Not only do I get confused by how to work the dial on the safe, despite having played this game before, I can't even explain what confuses me about it in a coherent fashion. I am tired. We are 50% of the way through this video. 

1:40:45: Apartment 205, where we get the padlock key. This is another area that freaks me out beyond all reason:

What the FUCK is this room? What is happening here? There's like a tarp taped on the ground. There is all kinds of nasty whatever around this chair. It's under a single light bulb like it's an interrogation room, or maybe a torture room, or maybe a murder room, I don't know. What is going on in this building? What is happening! 

As Eurogamer points out in the "What Was Life Like in Silent Hill 2 Before Its Downfall?" video, there may be some PTV/drug-related crime that would explain WHATEVER was happening in this room. Also, you have to whack three creepers; I talk about "I Grew Up in a Haunted House and I Didn’t Notice," an essay about being too busy with roaches and crickets in a very old house to notice that I was apparently living with spirits (?) as a child.

1:44:50: FINALLY, I get to the 2F laundry room, and James discovers that the Woman coin is stuck in the garbage chute.  

Next post: Eddie's introduction; a swimming pool full of lying figures and an apartment full of mannequins; "IF WE'RE DYING IT'S AT LEAST GONNA BE SOMEWHERE RESPECTABLE!"; canned juice.

(SH2R commentary master post)

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I heard you have music hcs,,, do tell..

Honestly I feel like so many people are gonna disagree with my HCs about the choir's music taste, especially Penny and that's okay. I know she "canonically" likes boy bands and I guess Eminem?? But let me have fun. Putting it after the cut since it's LONG

To me, because I wanted to make character playlists tolerable for me, I made her like punk, alternative, and shoegaze music!! Specifically riot grrrl and queer punk, also some stuff similar to the dresden dolls but I think? They might be problematic so uh- (a lot of the bands on these playlists might not be great since they're older so my apologizes) but some of the bands on there are Bikini kill, Le Tigre, My Bloody Valentine, Lush, Dead Kennedys, Plumtree, Brat Mobile, Sleater-kinney ect. Anything that includes a lot of harsh noise and screaming pretty much.

Ocean's music headcanons are definitely going to be the most controversial to put out there since I do not like Taylor swift… And since I wanted the playlists to be something I can actually listen to I did not make her a swiftie sorry. But as someone who has listened to the entirety of the Up With People album out of curiosity (I enjoyed it a bit too much unfortunately…) I mostly based it off of that, I don't think there's much of a defined genre other than just "oldies" so... The only like recurring bands are the Beach Boys, the Beatles, and ABBA, the other various songs I've ripped from the fallout radio that I think sounded in tune with Up With People.

I already stated Noel's music taste in the previous post of their reference sheets, he's goth to put it simply, lot's of new wave included as well, plus overall romantic/sad love songs I think he'd ugly cry to, also included a bunch of old French music that I personally thought sounded nice.

Mischa's music taste is probably the easiest for everyone to agree on, (hip-hop and rap). Made him a juggalo so lots of Insane Clown Posse as well as other bands from Psychopathic Records, (him and Ezra are both juggalos sue me), also included Eminem and the Beastie boys along with more "comedic" rappers like Sir Mix a Lot and the Lonely Island. Plus Solujia Boy, Kiss Me Thru the Phone is the mischalia song ever.

Ricky's music taste is probably also usually agreed to be quirky electronic and or as some people like to call it "nerd music". Lemon demon, Daft punk, They Might Be Giants, DEVO, Oingo Boingo, The Talking Heads, Weird Al, and of course David Bowie but he's definitely separated from that genre.

Constance is the one I struggled with the most honestly. I couldn't pick one genre to describe her either, since personally I feel like she would listen to pretty much everything and be able to bond with like every choir member over bands. The only recurring artists in the playlist I made was, The Cardigans, Kimya Dawson, The Moldy Peaches, ABBA, and Wham!, but I think she pretty much likes and will listen to everything. She seems like a vocaloid fan too, I just got exhausted searching for bands and artists from before 2010 lmao.

Sorry for the word vomit, I am very dedicated when it comes to headcanons for literal dead children apparently.

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Moldy's reference sheet for those who have not witnessed itsbeauty

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Bread Reference Sheets?!

Devil Bread Reference Sheets?!?

Official™ Bread Creature Reference Sheets!

I don't think it's too much of a surprise these two are some of my favorite cartoon characters i've ever made. Bread (now officially named Toasty!) is my mascot persona. Which- !? Is WILD. She's an inside joke that has literally taken control of my Blog.

And Devil Bread, originally only meant for a silly Halloween special, has stolen my heart and put it up for ransom. A little critter, who's mischievous nature is infectious!

Fairy Bread Reference---Moldy Bread Reference

I have more Bread ref sheets planned😉, but as it takes about 2.5 hours to make each of these, I will take my time. ❤️🍞

I am also hoping to make a full post for a follower goal of mine soon, because OH MY GOSh, I am very appreciative of all the lovely people following me now and the friends I've made along the way 💕🌈💐💖

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Hi Producer (正好遇见你) Infodump

Disclaimer: I have no idea about the accuracy of the information shared in the drama, I'm merely transcribing for future reference purposes. Proceed with caution!

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Ep 20-21: Woodblock Printing

"Modern printing technology can print 10000 pictures in an hour. It only takes months to train an operator. With woodblock printing, each block is carved by hand. It takes five years to train a master craftsman. Eight years to replicate 'Along the River in the Qingming Festival'. From planning to finishing, 'The Night Revels of Han Xizai' took 20 years. Though labor-intensive and time consuming, the result is lifelike and cannot be done by machines."

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Ancient Painting Mounting

Rather than screenshotting I'll link the timestamp as there's a detailed demo segment.

When the recipe of glue hadn't been modified, moldy glue had a high rate of causing cancer. Therefore, many professional framers were diagnosed with occupational hazards like cancer.

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Traditional Chinese watermark printing

Slowly adapted to the palace, it went from religious uses to secularity.

Shouhuazhai uses the technique of assembled block gonghua prints as foundation and combined it with painting, carving and printing to recreate many renowned paintings.

"The number of color schemes will decide how many blocks are needed. During the sketching process, a celluloid block is used as a trace cover for the original work. A very thin sheet of yanpi paper is put on top of the already sketched celluloid block for second-time sketching.

Edge cutting of Block carving is the second step of the technique. It is to paste the sketched yanpi paper on the woodblock for carving.

Brush printing is the last step of this technique. After the carving of blocks is complete, the carvings are traced into pictures. The paper, ink, and colors used in printing must be the same as the original work. The ratio of paint, water, and glue is very important. To have the same degree of saturation and shades as the original work, they usually have to go through countless trials. 

To comprehensively recreate ancient paintings, the meaning and spirit of the original painting must be captured. This requires more than the honing of skills.

Due to the temperature and humidity, old paintings and replicas must be handled with great care. When the paintings are too big the connecting point will easily split. This step is called "shang qiang," meaning putting it on the wall. "

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Emperor Yongzheng's Twelve Beauties

The drama takes this set of famous paintings as a subject and weaves an elaborate story about how they are based on Emperor Yongzheng's beloved Imperial Consort Dunsu of the Nian family (yes, Hua Fei from Zhenhuan Zhuan/Empresses in the Palace), how she had these likenesses done while sick and in seclusion, to reassure the emperor that she's healthy and happy. She has the original paintings "edited" and replicated as in drawn-over to hide the stains of her blood splattering on one spot from a coughing fit, and has her expression fixed to look smiley etc. This is highly likely pure fiction, from what I've gathered the details about the models of these 12 panels are unknown.

Also, additional meta: The drama did a great job recreating one of those 12 looks, but they made it seem like Lady Nian donned this hair just to pose for this picture, that her regular hair is with a Liangbatou.

In her normal getup in the poster and flashback scene she seems to be wearing a Changshan and a skirt, for the painting she's wearing a pifeng over what seems to be a Changshan tucked under the skirt.

Ref:

This is really nice because this is what the Han noblewomen wore in the era (Manchu women wore a single layer floor length robe with no raised collars, and hair in braided buns), and Lady Nian is Han. But the hair puzzles me. From what I heard Liangbatou is a Manchu-exclusive hairstyle, and ofc a million Qing harem drama predecessors didn't give a damn about mishmashing the stylings disregarding the era and ethnicities, BUT this drama already had the right hair done! Why change it back to something from the future and something she wouldn't wear regardless the time?

More straight-to-the-point documentary segment about what woodblock printing is about from 34:12 onwards here.

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More Hi Producer posts

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I have Internet once more! Thank the Lord! 😭

THIS ENTIRE INTRO POST IS OUTDATED.

I HAVE MADE A NEW ONE. (It's in progress currently)

Putting rest of intro post under a cut since this one isn't exactly relevant anymore. The new one is being added to as much as possible and should be in service soon!

rebloging to add more.

CURRENT POST LIMIT STATUS: free/reached

Last edited: sun Dec 29th at 4:14 pm (will not update when I change my post limit status or moot list)

I can't edit the original and have it updated on the reblog so I'm just going to add anything else that's newer down here :3

User boxes: (I think that's what they're called)

By: @thegoldenduckie ^^

The info on my OC above is outdated and cannot be updated due to the reblog. Instead have this link to her reference sheet ^^

More moots: @maybeyoullfindthissomeday @deityofhearts @aymanetto @mildlybizarrecorvid

@tigerfromthetiber @pyromaiow @youfound-venus @sashathegirliepop @ronie-ami

@burntvienna @bees-official @crankycripple @awkwardqueercreature @justeclipsalover

@november32nd @mothies-sketchies @problematicghosty @silly-gizmo @ganglemangled

@sumiyxx @angelicassassinations @acatnamedpotato @silly-moth-123 @humblefryingpan

@shikatunoclock @beefg @analog-autistic @ranathebatcat @rainystarssx

@bestvalue1997 @goatemperorr @beeboy-gurl67 @moldy-guacamole @battery-enthusiast

@wherethe-wild-roses-grow @squirrels-soul-returnal @aceducklmao @sensoryscorpio

@Fymo-blogs @Parsnippety

@the-haiku-bot (I guess they automatically follow you back- either way, it was a pleasant surprise in my notifications.)

Inventory:

• @my-mom-named-me-duck (willingly staying in the lounge) @ceaselessbackflips (imprisoned on Halloween) @xho-the-scribble (imprisoned via gringo cheese box :3)

• a slightly moldy emotional void creature from @my-mom-named-me-duck (I'm sorry I didn't take better care of him 🥲)

• this ad from @voidsweirdthoughts :

• a singular bee from @spiro-the-spiral !

• lamp-eating slime from @enemylv1 !!

• Goopert from @ratmonarch2 !

• this cake from @problematicghosty! :D

• @secretly-a-murder-of-crows collected into the hoard >:3

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And more! :D (if you have given me something and it is not included on here, let me know so I can add it! I really wouldn't want to forget anything -w-)

I've seen people doing an intro post so I suppose I should do the same right? I have no idea how to do this, I'm just winging it :3

INTRO POST TIME WOOO!!

[last updated: sat dec 7th at 7:18 PM 2024]

(I update this often, a reread of it every now and then would be greatly appreciated!)

Maybe every week/month depending on your time scale? ↑

Follow my other blog where I reblog a bunch of stuff and things for the full experience of my personality and interests! @eckos-reblogs :3

@everytime-i-reach-the-postlimit ←Exactly as the name entails

@nature-is-mystical ←is my other random blog that you can follow as well if you want.

that blog is just for reblogging nature stuff and posting nature stuff. (Occasionally rhymes come with it ig)

side blog for fanart!: @sonar-fanart-hall

I'm always working on making reference sheets for OCs ^^

Chill dude side blog: @cool-dudes-official

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I will continue to edit this, probably for the rest of time to get it right since I'm a slight perfectionist lol

Hello! I've been an artist for around 5 to 6 years, and I still kinda suck at it! I do traditional art normally but I've been branching out to digital art as well. I mostly draw animals, anthropomorphic creatures, creatures in general, whatever beautifully ugly faces I can come up with, and sometimes human faces!

I classify as a furry but do not reblog a ton of furry stuff nor do I have a fursuit. I just like drawing and seeing anthropomorphic animals :3

Furries, Therians, anyone of lgbtq+ community (including ace people cuz apparently there's a debate about that), weirdos (but NOT in the gross way), and more are welcome on my blog! :3 ❤️ (you're kinda automatically welcome if you're kind anyway lol but whatevs :3)

Tags and stuff! To help you find stuff in my blog better through search :)

#Ecko draws -exactly as is obvious, it will be for when I make art, digital or traditional.

#Echo Rambles -For posts of mine that include mainly me talking about random stuff

#Echo rants - for when I rant. Similar to #Echo rambles but different..

#Echo answers - For when I answer asks!! :D

#The Clowder seeks - For when you guys ask me stuff!

#Mama Change - For when I mention my mom. (Her name is change..or it's more of a nickname but no one calls her by her actual name except for professional/job people like a dentist or something)

#Echo asks - For when I ask questions :3 lol

#Eckos moots <3 - for interactions with moots, obviously 🙄 (I love y'all sm)

#Ecko irl - me irl

My main Media for traditional art is, pens, pencil, gel pens, paint markers (posca) and normal markers! I hope to soon branch out to ink! (Maybe one day you'll get to see some watercolor stuff from me. It's not that good of watercolor art and I don't enjoy painting too much tbh)

Anatomy You say? Don't know her 😔

If you are interested, I do art requests! It's not guaranteed to be good or to be done quickly but I will try my very best every time. You can even request multiple times if you'd like! Like a ton of times! I really don't mind!

You can also request art of fandoms I'm not in but make sure to give me a good reference or the drawing will look off :3

Art requests open until further notice.

If there's something I don't mention here that you're wondering if I can draw or not, give me an ask in my inbox and I'll let you know! (Pls, I'm friendly I swear)

You can also dm me if you'd like but I'd prefer the askbox instead (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

I can't draw/don't want to draw: items, anatomy, bodies (unless you want the equivalent of a boxy stick figure), rendering, lighting, dragons (without a reference), romance/NSFW (no, just no.), hands, human legs (for the life of me 😭), +more

I can draw/like to draw: faces, animals (mostly cat related ones but you can request any animal and I'll at least try to draw it.), different hair styles (only with a reference), eye bags (I think they're pretty lol), dragons (only with a good reference), gore (not the best at it but I'll will try my best to make something nice and bloody for ya!), +more!

My name is Ecko and it's my preferred name but you can refer to me as Melleona (my OC) or by a nickname as well if you'd like! (just please ask me first if you want to use a nickname as I'm bad with setting boundaries.)

My pronouns are She/Her but feel free to refer to me as it/it's! :3

Speaking of which! This is my OC, Melleona:

She is 14 years old, she is introverted and blunt but also shy and insecure. She has anxiety, dealt with a bit of depression, and she's very casual as well as lazy (like me lol)

She's half Cat, she has greyish blue eyes (not visible in the drawing), slightly blueish black hair that's long enough to reach her ankles, she has a mushroom themed party hat, and some wicked whiskers!

If there's anything you'd like to ask me about her or ask her, go ahead and ask away! I love anons and normal asks! ❤️❤️❤️ (There is a slight filter on the drawing. I'll edit this later and put her color palette below ❤️)

I'm a minor! Mind your words, don't send me gross/weird asks or messages. (I've already had a few people message me asking for my age, a picture of me, and my sexuality. No, I will not be sharing my real appearance on here. my age? Minor, that's all you need to know. My sexuality? I don't know and you don't need to know either, respectfully ^^❤️)

IDC if I post something slightly suggestive or that says I know about 18+ themes. I posted it, not someone saying something to me of those themes. Sure, I understand the stuff but It really doesn't matter now does it? It just means I understand enough to know you shouldn't be saying that stuff to me. (Boundaries ✨)

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I do half-curse in posts from time to time. I do censor it a bit tho, like "f7ck" for example. Hope ya don't mind (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）

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I'd appreciate it if people reblogged my art!

I don't appreciate reposting it however.

Just in case you don't know what the difference between reposting rather than reblogging: it's when you (typically) take a screenshot of the art, and then repost it on either Tumblr or a different app rather than hitting the reblog button!

While this has never happened to me personally, I do feel like it's worth mentioning.

Oh, and, don't under a circumstance feed my art to AI. I can forgive reposting my art. I put out there for people to see not to get fame from it but under no circumstances EVER will I allow feeding my art to AI. It is not human. It does not make art.

AI artists don't exist unless it's used ONLY to assist with a process that is still mostly YOUR OWN SKILLS THAT YOU'VE CULTIVATED OVER TIME. AI is NOT art but it can HELP with art.

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don't dm asking me to commission from you. like said before, I don't have money bc I'm a minor + I don't like being pestered for me commission you. talk to me like a person, not an ATM.

If I want to commission someone, I will dm them and even then, I'm most likely to commission art from a friend to support them.

I support the lgbtq+ community! And I don't discriminate against race. I really shouldn't have to say this. (˘⁠･⁠_⁠･⁠˘)

I will respond to money asks with "!!" And that's it. I don't have money and even if I did I don't got any money to spare. I'm broke and struggling too. Not to mention, I'm a minor and can't just go out and get the stuff. I hope you understand and I wish you all the best!❤️❤️❤️

Some games and shows and stuff I like:

Shows and stuff: Rick and Morty, adventure time, lost in space, bsd (never watched it but I've seen enough of it on the Internet to know a bit about it. Very interesting :3), Some of the Life Minecraft series, httyd, doctor who, and more!

Games/fandoms: Yonder(Yonder Cloud Catcher Chronicles.), Minecraft, the Stanley parable, tiny bit of South Park, cotl, MLP(childish I know but I don't care. I love them), creepypasta, SCPs, Trevor Henderson's creatures (mostly cartoon cat), plants vs zombies, fran bow, little misfortune, and more!

Stuff and things (hobbies?): Art, apparently I make rhymes now too??, rollerblading, climbing, Hiking (iffy), sleeping, being annoying+lazy, doom scrolling, interacting with people, and more!

(I'm not really in any fandoms really..kinda like on the edge of being in each and every fandom I come across..)

General facts about me! Yippee!

I think eye bags and wrinkles are pretty (odd, I know lol), I live in a bus (not decked out like you see on social media though. We just live in a bus lol), I live with my ma (my dad is my step dad and he and my mom just broke up psooo ye), I blank out a lot and just stare at people for no reason (which freaks them out), I have greyish blue eyes (a long with some, I'm pretty sure permanent eye bags lol), I get energy right before nighttime mostly (and then it disappears as soon as it reaches around 11 pm to 12 am), My favorite color is maroon (and any type of blue along with orange and yellow and forest green..mostly just comfy vibe colors tbh but maroon is a fixed piece), my favorite animal is a cat (although I have a dog. Muffin doesn't count as a dog, she's practically human. Apart of the family.), and more!

(I'll update this as I go)

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Do not interact with my blog if: You're racist, you only or mostly have sexual themes on your own blog (I apologize but it makes me uncomfortable. Have some other interests and it might make me less uncomfortable ^^), if you in general just enjoy hating on people for no reason (I like to make my area a safe space for people) if you're a Zoophile (No explanation really needed but animals can't consent.) (more will be added later when I think of what to add)

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Kashmir's Nutty Treasure: The Exquisite World of Walnuts

Introduction Kashmir, often referred to as "Paradise on Earth," is renowned for its breathtaking landscapes, pristine valleys, and a rich cultural heritage. However, beneath its scenic beauty lies a hidden treasure that has been a source of sustenance and livelihood for generations - walnuts. In this article, we will delve into the exquisite world of Kashmiri walnuts, exploring their significance, cultivation, health benefits, and their role in the region's economy.

The Kashmiri Walnut: A Treasure Trove Kashmiri walnuts, scientifically known as Juglans regia, are prized for their superior quality and distinct flavor. These nuts are not just a culinary delight but also a symbol of the region's agricultural heritage. The unique geographical and climatic conditions of Kashmir make it an ideal place for walnut cultivation. The valley's cool winters and moderate summers create the perfect environment for walnut trees to thrive.

The walnut tree is a long-living deciduous species that can bear fruit for more than a century. These trees produce walnuts in autumn, and the harvesting season is eagerly awaited by farmers across Kashmir. The walnuts harvested in the region are known for their exceptional taste and nutritional value, making them a coveted commodity in the global market.

Cultivation and Harvesting Walnut cultivation in Kashmir is a labor-intensive process that requires patience and skill. The trees begin to bear fruit after about 10 years of planting, and their production increases with age. Each tree yields an average of 40-50 kilograms of walnuts per year, making it a valuable asset for farmers.

The harvesting process usually begins in late September and continues through October. Farmers use long sticks to gently tap the branches, causing the ripe walnuts to fall onto sheets spread beneath the trees. This traditional method ensures that the nuts remain undamaged and maintain their high quality.

After harvesting, the walnuts are carefully dried to reduce moisture content. They are spread out in the sun for several days, allowing them to naturally dehydrate. This crucial step ensures that the nuts do not become moldy during storage.

Walnuts from Kashmir are renowned for their thin shells, which can be easily cracked open to reveal the delicious kernel inside. The kernels are then carefully separated from the shells, a process that requires precision and skill.

Culinary and Medicinal Uses Kashmiri walnuts are not only a culinary delicacy but also a powerhouse of nutrition. They are a rich source of healthy fats, protein, fiber, vitamins, and minerals. The versatile nature of walnuts allows them to be used in a wide range of culinary dishes, both savory and sweet.

In Kashmiri cuisine, walnuts are often incorporated into traditional dishes like Rogan Josh, Yakhni, and Dum Aloo, adding a unique texture and flavor. They are also used in preparing delectable desserts like walnut halwa and walnut cookies, which are enjoyed by locals and tourists alike.

Beyond their culinary uses, walnuts are recognized for their numerous health benefits. They are known to promote heart health by reducing cholesterol levels and improving blood vessel function. Additionally, walnuts are a great source of antioxidants, which help combat oxidative stress and inflammation in the body. Their omega-3 fatty acids contribute to brain health, making them a brain-boosting snack.

Economic Significance The cultivation of walnuts plays a significant role in Kashmir's economy, providing livelihoods to thousands of farmers and laborers. The walnut industry not only supports local agriculture but also contributes to the region's export revenue.

Kashmiri walnuts are in high demand globally, thanks to their quality and taste. They are exported to countries across the Middle East, Europe, and Asia. The income generated from walnut exports has a direct impact on the economic well-being of the region, helping to uplift the standard of living for many families.

Challenges and Conservation Efforts While Kashmiri walnuts are a prized commodity, the industry faces several challenges. Climate change, erratic weather patterns, and pests pose a threat to walnut cultivation. Farmers are increasingly adopting sustainable farming practices and using organic methods to protect their walnut orchards.

Conservation efforts are also underway to preserve the walnut trees and their unique genetic diversity. These efforts aim to ensure the long-term sustainability of the industry and protect the natural beauty of the Kashmir Valley.

Conclusion Kashmiri walnuts are not just nuts; they are a symbol of the region's cultural heritage, a source of nutrition, and a driver of economic growth. These nuts, nurtured by the valley's pristine environment, have captured the hearts and taste buds of people worldwide. As Kashmir continues to face challenges in the form of climate change and pests, it is essential to support the conservation and sustainable cultivation of these precious nuts. Through these efforts, we can ensure that the exquisite world of Kashmiri walnuts remains a treasure for generations to come.

[persephonescottage]

PONY |06.

Pairing: Billy RussoxFem!Reader

Summary: Billy recalls being in your house and the little souvenir he took with him.

Warning: References to sexual situations, swearing, obsessive thoughts. Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include stalking, somnophilia, CNC (between two consenting adults), knife play, age gap, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting and other triggers I will include as we go along, please only read if you’re 18+. If any of this warnings trigger you please don’t read.

A/N: This is a pretty busy week for me and I don’t know if I’ll have time to write. But I hope you like the mini plot twist on this one ;)

♥

There was a rush of adrenaline every time Billy put a hand inside his dress pants pocket and touched the silky fabric of your panties that he carried around everywhere.

It was like relieving two night’s before when he was in your apartment, smelling your perfume bottles, caressing the sheets in your bed, eyeing your lingerie drawer.

He knew what he was doing was wrong but he couldn’t help it. He had been watching you for an entire week, sitting on the library steps for lunch, on the train back to Brooklyn with Gianna and the walk after Loretta’s at night.

He had seen you through your bedroom window, brushing your hair and braiding it before turning the lights off, all from the comfort of an old air conditioning repair van he had bought on Craigslist from a guy that looked even shadier than him.

And the way you hadn’t noticed was driving him crazy. 

He had found all his gifts untouched in your building’s trash, the bow still wrapped but the notes missing and he wondered what you thought was happening. We’re you just going to ignore having a stalker?

The nerve.

Also yes, he was going through your trash which was equal parts pathetic and desperate, but two nights ago he had decided he was going to make you notice him. 

Billy remembered how he walked behind you at night, the brown skirt you wore rising slightly with your steps and the material of your pink turtleneck that looked so soft and inviting.

He thought about how hot it would be to peel the fuzzy fabric off of you to reveal a pretty pink lacy bra under it, the warmth of your skin reaching his fingertips while he kissed your neck.

Your energetic smile was still on your face when you arrived to Loretta’s and Billy was sure you had one two many cups of coffee at the library that day, your greeting voice audible from the outside of the shop where Billy stood before turning around on his feet and walking to your house.

It had been relatively easy getting in your building. Some kid held the door for him when he confidently approached the entrance holding a couple bags in his hands. He thanked him kindly and the kid never peeled his eyes off from his phone.

Was everyone in this building oblivious to the dangers of the world?

Billy was slightly annoyed by the lack of an elevator but at least your apartment was only on the second floor. He climbed up the moldy smelling stairs and reached the mahogany door with a gold number seven.

He looked around. No cameras or nosy neighbors in sight, the only sound around him was the muffled noise from under one of the apartment doors of a game show on tv, where someone had just won a car.

It only took him a second to pick your lock. You should really be more careful, he thought entering the place and turning the light switch with a gloved hand.

It was small, smaller than he had imagined, but it smelled like you and he let the scent carry him though your living room. He touched the dark colored pillows on the sofa and looked closely to the pictures on your wall.

A big painting of the english country side. A Jane Austen quote in a frame and a picture of you and Gianna smiling, you were dressed as flappers and Billy assumed the last fundraiser gala’s theme was The Great Gatsby.

He walked to your kitchen next. Clean but unorganized, you left two dishes on the zinc. A tall glass that might have contained milk and a plate with toast crumbles on it, breakfast probably.

He opened your fridge then and realized there was no sight of his last cupcake, or anything for that matter. The contents were a carton of oat milk, half a loaf of bread, a packet of cream cheese and a jar of maraschino cherries. The only things on the door shelves were a box of baking soda, a small bottle of carrot juice and a big one of vodka.

Jesus.

He opened the fridge then where he found a pint of strawberry ice cream and a box of frozen waffles. He closed the door before playing with a cute Arthur’s DW magnet you had on it. 

Moving on he reached your bathroom and the smell of shampoo filled his nose as soon as he opened the door. He only looked through a little, telling himself he wasn’t even gonna bug this room so you could have your privacy, only to remember he was literally breaking and bugging your home.

Maybe only a small camera aiming at the shower, no sound.

He’d think about it and decide.

Billy felt like he was approaching a shrine when he crossed the door to your bedroom. He tried to switch the light on only to realize your ceiling light had no bulb, so he walked in the dark bumping on unidentified objects until he reached the lamp next to your bed. 

Your nightstand was right under the window he always saw you through and he sat at the edge of your bed taking it all in.

Your walls were cream colored which he was sure came with the apartment, but the rest was all you. A vintage Parisian paradise, he thought.

His eyes flew to the chipped vanity next to your bed and his hands touched the surface, reaching for the hand help mirror, your hair brushes and a jewelry box that would soon hold the ring he would give you.

Your closet was open and there was a dress hung on the door of it, he smiled knowing it was probably your other outfit option for today. And then he spotted your laundry basket on the floor of the wardrobe.

He really shouldn’t.

It was way too creepy.

But it was like his hands moved without his permission, kneeling on the floor and reaching in the white weave basket until they could palm something silky and small. They were cream colored bikini panties and had a delicate white lace trim on them.

He almost came in his pants when he took the piece of cloth to his nose.

Putting them safely into his pant pocket he got up the floor. He had two hours to bug the entire place and maybe if he did it fast enough, he’d rub one out in your bed.

Which he did.

Billy knew now you couldn’t ignore him anymore. He had seen the police arrive to your building that night from the safety of his old van, he had seen your light on all night and he heard you talking to Gianna about it last night as he tried his brand new bugs. It was only a matter of time until you were finally his.

♥

Clinking sounds all around you as you walk in the fancy restaurant Henry has asked you and Gianna to meet in to ‘discuss his donation’s destiny’, you two looked at each other in mutual agreement that you couldn’t order more than a glass of water at the place if you wanted to afford rent at the end of the month.

You take a deep breath when you see Henry ‘Mr. Big Check’ Dumas sitting on the terrace of the place, his well pressed navy suit shinning under the sun and you hated yourself for giving in to Gianna and wearing a tight blue pencil skirt.

At least you had gotten away with a yellow cardigan on top of the cream colored blouse she made you wear.

“Hey, we’re matching!” Henry’s voice was cheery with the faint french accent in it as he got up to pull both your chairs out, greeting you quickly.

You wanted to roll your eyes but only nervously wiped your palms over the soft fabric of the skirt. Great now he would think you wanted to match, or that this meant something to you. 

Embarrassing.

“Great minds think alike.” Gianna smiled after your awkward silence.

You nodded and smiled too, faking agreement but slightly kicking your friend under the table.

“So, you must be wondering why I asked you both here.” He starts taking a sip of his expensive looking glass of wine. “Or do all patrons invite you to lunch?”

His gaze is on you permanently with only quick polite glances to Gianna. Is he being funny or does he want to know if you do this often? You’re not sure but the way his eyes are stuck on you makes you blush slightly.

“Never before Mr. Dumas.”

“Please, I insist, call me Henry.” 

You nod again and thank the angels for the waitress that arrives and asks to get you something to drink, interrupting the intense way Henry waited for you to say his name.

He wasn’t being creepy at all, he was just acting very obviously interested and it made you uncomfortable.

The waitress leaves to get you both glasses of water and you listen to him distracted. His father’s company will donate the insane amount of money they donate as long as they get to approve the gala’s theme.

So far they’ve liked nothing that has been submitted.

“We’d like something a bit more provocative, but not as inappropriate as that Lolita proposal from Mrs. Baker.” He laughed a little after Gianna did too. “Couldn't help but notice you haven’t submitted anything.”

He looks at you again, his hazel eyes expectant, raising one eyebrow in a comical fake reprimanding expression that gets a more relaxed smile from you.

“I’ve been a little indecisive.” 

“Really? Because a little library bird told me you wanted Vanity Fair.”

“I did- I do.” You correct yourself “I just haven’t had the time to finish my proposal.”

“Please forgive my friend Henry, she hasn’t had the best week.” Gianna speaks this time and you look at her in warning.

But when has that ever stopped Gianna?

“Is everything ok?” He looks truly concerned and you smile and shake your head dismissing the comment, ready to say it was nothing before you get interrupted again.

“She has a stalker.”

Was your head really spinning like the exorcist in Giana’s way or were you hallucinating?

Why would she tell Henry that?

He looked at you terrified and you were sure your face burned to the touch. Gianna couldn't stop talking, telling him about the cupcakes, the pictures and the cops visiting your home in Brooklyn.

Jesus, now he would think you lived in the slums.

“It’s really not that serious, I’m fine.” You try to diminish the situation.

“It is very serious, this man is obsessed with you. Haven’t you heard any true crime podcasts?”

“I don’t know if it’s a man I- I’m sure they’ll get bored soon, I don’t do much but work this days.”

“Please dear, I’m worried for you.” His concerned look made you feel two inches tall, you were dying of embarrassment now but then he put a hand on top of yours on the table and your anxiety peaked “Let me help you.”

“I really don’t see what you can do.” You moved your hand discreet but quickly, clearing your throat slightly. “Walk me home everyday?”

“That would be great.” Gianna added and you didn't even look in her direction this time.

“Not exactly, you see my dad uses this security company, it’s supposedly founded by this guy who was in the military so he’s ruthless. He’s got eyes everywhere in the city.”

“A body guard?” Your laughed baffled. “Henry, I live in Vinegar Hill and I work three jobs. What makes you think I’ve got body guard money?”

“Oh no, my dad knows the guy, I’m sure we can get to some agreement.”

“I really appreciate it but I think I’m just gonna stick to calling 911 if anything weird happens.”

“You know I won’t give up. I would really hate it if anything happened to my favorite librarian.”

You feel Gianna’s kick this time and laugh it off as if it’s sarcasm, but you’re pretty sure it’s not.

He goes off to tell you about ANVIL, the company his dad uses and tells you all about how he’ll give the CEO a call and he won’t take no for an answer. But all you can think about is the note on the last cupcake, the one that read. ‘See you soon Pony. Xx. PS: You should change your locks..’

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