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[lemonitenite]

Sculptey lil guys :3

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[mallowstep]

Oh sweet! I wasn't sure because I haven't been following for long so idk if you've posted about baking before in general lol. I don't like, laugh at recipes, you gotta respect the recipe lol. But I just love trying new things when I bake, so I'm happy to share recipes! A favorite among my friends (and coworkers) would be my snickerdoodle recipe! That ones always a hit, though my favorite thing to make are tarts, preferably fruit tarts but lemon or pumpkin tarts are always great haha. I like swapping out the vanilla extract in lemon tarts for almond, gives it an extra kick, like you think that the flavour trip is over but wait!! there's more!! Anyway, the oat story was my introduction to baking (cooking definitely requires stricter rules, at least for me, not ready to experiment with that yet lol), so you've got at least a nine-year head start in terms of when we started baking lol. And the question about pineapple on pizza was because if you did like that flavor combo, I would have recommended a similar thing you can make at home when you don't want an actual pizza. Enjoy your cookies!!

ah yeah i made an excellent chocolate cake a while back that i shared some photos of. it was so much goddamn effort and all i wanted was one slice of -- you know how restaurants sell flourless (but not actually) chocolate cakes/french chocolate cakes and it looks like it's going to be so good but it never is? i wanted what you think you're getting

problem is i had three layers of cake and i only wanted one piece.

i do more pastries and breads than cookies and cakes in general, but until i tame the oven, i'm not attempting puff pastry. also puff pastry takes up a lot of space and we have a tiny kitchen. i do hope to make a loaf or two of bread this weekend tho. maybe i'll share photos.

my favourite thing to make is probably raspberry turnovers, but i make them -- if my family is lucky -- once a year, because it is usually a multi-day process. (it'd be faster if i bought raspberry preserves but i prefer not to.)

after that, it's bread. i adore bread.

that said i'm a notoriously proud baker. uh. at home my family has a tendency to pop up in the kitchen right when things are coming out of the oven lest i deem something unsatisfactory and throw it away.

i still haven't forgiven them for forcibly preventing me from throwing away a ciabatta that failed to rise.

like i said, i've been baking about since i could talk, so i'm...well. not with everything, but with a lot of things, i can make it without thinking. i don't have a banana bread recipe, i mash however many bananas i have, add sugar and butter and egg in correct proprotions, add flour, etc., until the texture is right. basically. i'm tired so if i'm forgetting something basic well. i wouldn't make banana bread without looking at an ingredients list at this hour xd.

i certainly do follow recipes, i'm just confident in my ability to fuck around with them. made my mom a grapefruit cake for her birthday which was one of the more nerve-wracking things i've done because she wanted a really specific cake and i had to adjust from lemon to grapefruit and i'd never worked with grapefruit zest before.

and i'm so with you on not being able to experiment with cooking! hell, baked ziti is literally pasta + sauce + cheese in dutch oven/corningware/casserole dish/etc for about fourty five minutes and i still need to look at a recipe.

then again i've only just started cooking, lmao.

urgh i wouldn't be able to find it now but a while ago i made a joke about how my like. big kid moment was when my mom decided i was strong enough to move the stand mixer by myself. from that day on i was unstoppable.

hnng now i want to make lemon bars.

(i always want to make lemon bars and i never actually make them because i hate prepping stuff for fruit. that's why i rarely make raspberry turnovers even tho i love them. exception is blueberry pie because prep for that is basically pour blueberries in pie tin have a good day.)

um. sorry. i'm tired and like baking a lot and miss my kitchen at home. having A Kitchen is worlds better than last year, but it's not the same.

welcome to the blog! i tend to be chatty when i bake because of waiting periods or my arms being tired or etc, and when it's something Photogenic i like to share pictures.

[cloveroctobers]

ROBERT “BOBBY” MCKENZIE —

IG info/bio : @/returnofdamckenzie | 426k followers | @/mclitgs2 is my forever boo🤟🏽😍 while @/cardib is my WIFE! She just doesn’t know it yet ❤️ support my work & be part of my family: @/bobbymckcares

24 (25) years young

Born in Dundee, raised in Glasgow, Scotland

Jamaican father named Badrick who is a African studies professor

Caucasian/Scottish mother named Catriona who used to be a au pair but now works as a receptionist in senior living — one eye is honey hazel and the other a dark brown

It was difficult growing up in a school that didn’t accept Bobby being biracial, it resulted in bullying to the point where he needed to switch schools (A lawsuit was also in place) The next school was slightly better but Bobby slowly learned to accept himself as it was not something he could control and not something he would want to in the first place. He was proud of where he came from and never thought he was better or less than anyone else, that wasn’t how he was raised

He’s an only child, his parents thought about adopting (and fostering) but with Bobby they had their hands full and he was just enough for them

His family is very family-oriented so he would never have to feel lonely since they gave him a lot of attention, slightly making him spoiled but he was also around his cousins & spending time with them as well

He’s extremely close to his younger cousin (only by a few months) Femi who he views as his sister. They’ve been through a lot together and are always there for each other so it only makes sense

Most likely an active kid always up to some sort of shenanigans whether it’s by himself or with his group of friends, “why would you do that Bobby?” “Don’t ask why but ask, why not!?”

Definitely suffered some broken bones, concussions, & sprain injuries but would never show signs of pain...guys got a high pain tolerance that’s for sure

Fan of films/series “stand by me” & “the goonies” & “scooby doo” since he feels they relate to his life??

Hospital caterer and loves making those feel better with food that he’s created. If he can’t put a smile on patients face with words then he feels like he can show them with food

Food is an art to him. He went to school for culinary & it’s very important for him to show how much it is to him. He picked up the craft from of course his family, who always used food for numerous of things: to bring people together is one of them

Perfected Jerk haggis, it is now he favorite dish next to desert & breakfast!

I’m struggling to figure out what sign he maybe? He’s very playful which may come off as childish at times, which makes me think of Leo? (Maybe Gemini?) Only because they usually hold onto their childhood as best as they can, very generous, & give their energy to you but I also don’t see him being a fire sign at all? So maybe very little Leo in his chart. I also feel like he might be a bit of an empath? He knows when situations around him don’t feel right, knows how to read the room, and always wants to help others by lighting things up.

Idk but I’m feeling he’s libra sun + Gemini moon + Leo rising? Who knows

Probably lived in a 2 bed flat with his old uni mate. It was small and a bit shit but it was their shit and they made the best of it

Now lives in a stone cottage or farmhouse with MC that was built in the 1900’s & is slightly haunted. He’s decided to call them Duncan??? But he believes they’re a good spirit, maybe even a friendly ghost!? since he got comfortable with the bizarre happenings in the new flat & it doesn’t seem like they want to hurt them

Lottie offered to bring her ouija board next time she visited—Bobby declined

House is mostly neutral based but three of the rooms in the flat are covered in ridiculous patterned walls or furniture much to MC’s distaste but, “what’s yours is mine” right? No. But Gary approves!

Has two dogs: a terrier & a collie since MC wasn’t down for getting a sheep

They do have chickens to raise their own eggs tho!

Definitely the kind of significant other that will ride on the cart when they’re out grocery shopping, will make you breakfast in bed, & will send you memes while he’s at home and you’re out or even when he’s at work and you’re at home, let’s you put his arm to sleep when you’re laying on it in bed (big ass head gang!), definitely chooses the candles from bath & body works that smell like food items (majority of them suck let’s be honest)

Probably smells like cucumber, melons, lemons, and eucalyptus

Has your wedding date in his IG bio & is proud

Annoys Gary & Lottie with his food pics, “oh, Not this shit again! 😡 looks brilliant, but enough!”

Has zoom/FaceTime movie nights with Marisol & MC who stopped feeling like she was third-wheeling months ago

Talks to hope & Noah (in the background) as much as he can. Feels like they’re his inspiration for love, even tho he’s the only one married out of the villa

He values marriage just like his parents do and often has Sunday dinners with them & MC ofc

Probably has relationship guide books and only reads them out of boredom but finds fascinating facts/advice if he pays attention & tries to apply it to his relationship with mc. If it works, it works! & If it doesn’t, you can’t say he didn’t try!

Works long hours but will still come home to cook for MC or brings leftovers from the events he’s catered (most are for the hospital but occasionally he’ll do other events)

Has a separate IG for his work

When WAP dropped, he almost lost his shit. Even tried to get MC to do the challenge with him, he’s pretty bad but MC eventually learned it just for him 😜

Is thrilled that Cardi made the best decision EVER on divorcing offset, “are you thinking of leaving me now?” “... I might.” “BOBBY!” “Haha, I love you!

Absolutely loves Christmas!!! It’s his favorite holiday and he loves giving back to everyone in his life. Usually he’s working overtime for the holidays & it makes him emotional due to the stories he hears & he puts a little extra love in his food

Goes all out for Christmas. Tries to buy/make everyone something. Even if he doesn’t really care for them...he’ll at least send them a x-mas card, if they keep it or burn it it’s entirely up to them—if he knew about it he’d probably be a little sad not gonna lie...he’s a soft king

Once bought Lottie black crocs with spooky pins , “are you joking Bobby?!” He knows she secretly loved them

Uses salt and peppermint in his dark hot cocoa...

Rather make deserts for Christmas than the food, he feels like it’s his duty

King of giving the thumbs up, especially when situations have gone to shit. He’ll still shoot them up with a smile or a grimace

Always inviting someone somewhere. “Bobby, hun. You’re 4-6 hrs away and it’s 1 am.” Hope groaned after listening to his bright idea, thinking something bad happened. “Ah, you could still make it if you tried, lassie.” “I’m gonna hang up now. Good night, bonkers man.”

Needs constant reminding when to get his locs touched up & moisturized

Either has a trampoline or a funhouse jumper in his backyard (maybe both) “we’ve got the space and this is better than a pool, or almost!”

Wants children, a whole footie team! There’s no specific time frame for him, when it happens, it happens

Used to cool & wet temps & loves vacationing in Greenland. Sure the hot weather he experienced in the villa was awesome & something different than what he’s used to but you can’t take the scot out of the man. So he typically sticks to places that are similar in temps, that way he doesn’t have to change his clothing choices much

Loves a good bath. Bubble baths are better than bath bombs to him, PERIOD!

Loves bubbles so much he put too much laundry detergent in the wash (does this on purpose now) and came back home to the dogs and room covered in it. Do you think he cleaned it up before MC came home? No. He decided to have a bubble party in the room with a Caribbean playlist playing in the background

MC definitely posted about it the first time & joined him for a bit, dreading the work that came with cleaning it all up. Now whenever Bobby needs a bubble party, he knows what to do. MC preferred him to have his little bubble party in the tub but 50% of the time he chooses not to listen & they leave him to pout & clean it himself

Likes to hold hands with fingers interlocked. When it’s cold and if you’re both wearing hoodies, he’ll slide his hand inside the arm of your hoodie to help keep you warm

Canon: His version of a snack is spaghetti hoops on toast & can eat that for the rest of his life & be content

If he didn’t end up marrying MC, probably finds his significant other working as a nurse at one of the hospitals he caters to or a volunteer at a old folks home

Never had a serious relationship, very few hookups, was either always placed in the friend zone or there was one person he wanted to be serious with but they rejected him and continued loving someone else who treated them like shit—so he kinda swore off of relationships and just flirted a bunch and kept his love life non-existent

Fav ice cream? Rocky road ice cream with one scoop of cotton candy & one scoop of cookie butter blue

Doesn’t believe in measuring when it comes to culinary. He uses his eyes as his measurement, could be a bad thing, could be a good thing, that’s up to you

If he’s up at night, he’s eating something sweet. A nice glass of single malt scotch whiskey + a splash of coconut milk (🤢) with a slice of angel food cake & he’s out like a light

Absolutely loves shopping for the kitchen, finds immense joy in doing so. If you lose him in a store, one of the places you’ll most likely find him is in the kitchen decor area

Owns a bagpipe & wants to get better at it, even tho he scared the living shit out of his dogs & chickens

Wears his shades quite a bit even tho the weather is hardly sunny and mainly windy & damp

Will hold the door for strangers even if they don’t say thank you

He’s open when it comes to music. Will listen to anything but feels like the music has to be a purpose for something...Everything he does in his day to day life has to feel like a soundtrack to him since in his mind he’s daydreaming about his life being made into a movie. Who isn’t?

He thinks wentworth Miller should play him in a film and that kid from blackish should play him when he was a wee lad, Marcus Scribner

Always keeps a positive attitude because he knows what it feels like to feel low and he doesn’t want anybody else in the world to feel like that so he wants to uplift and if he can try to be someone’s happiness he’ll gladly be that— which isn’t always the right move, he learned

Listens to: Rotimi, Shaggy, Sean Paul, Skip Marley, H.E.R., Jhene Aiko, Jorja Smith, UMI, The Kooks, The Killers, Cold War kids, Milky chance, Blood Orange, The 1975, Vampire Weekend, Bad Suns, BRYSON TILLER, Kilo Kish, & Ella Eyre (although he misses her old music)

Celeb crushes? Cardi B is his mfkin celeb wife okay?! Nobody else comes above her! He also thinks FKA twigs is pretty & super talented, sevdaliza!, Tia & Tamera, Iman, and brandy from the 90s makes him swoon

Anthem = jaden, “Boys and Girls”

[todokiis]

50 Questions You’ve Never Been Asked

Tagged by @citrusveins ✨🌟:) thanks for the tag citrus!

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?:

It’s got that like duo chrome/oil slick paint on it. I don’t know how else to describe it?

2. Name a food you never eat?:

Hm, Steak. Honestly most meat I prefer to stay away from. I’m not like officially vegetarian but I’ve never really enjoyed meat that much.

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?:

Too cold! I have a space heater in my room and I bring a jacket with me everywhere cause I’m always freezing.

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?:

I was on a conference call with my boss discussing some t-shirt designs I’m working on.

5. What is your favorite candy bar?:

Hershey’s chocolate bar with almonds in it. <3 I slap that baby between two nature valley bars and BAM, you got yourself a vending machine smore.

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports event?:

No lmao. But I did enjoy going to all the football games in high school if that counts for anything.

7. What is the last thing you said out loud?:

“Okay, sure.” (Visiting my parents and my mother asked if I could check their mail)

8. What is your favorite ice cream?:

LEMON. And in a waffle cone to be precise. But if that isn’t an option I will take any kind of coffee flavor.

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?:

Coffee. Still working through the cup I poured this morning.

10. Do you like your wallet?:

Yes. It’s shaped like a rainbow and it’s pastel but kinda clear and v cute if I do say so myself. 🌈

11. What was the last thing you ate?:

Some of my leftover lemon birthday cake. I really like lemon if you haven’t picked up on that lmao.

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?:

Nah, but I did buy wall decor for my bedroom.

13. The last sporting event you watched?:

Probably... the Super Bowl like a year or two ago... maybe?

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?:

White cheddar but I usually don’t eat it just cause the texture kinda bothers me.

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to?:

My coworker. It was in response to a rupaul gif she sent to our work gc.

16. Ever go camping?:

Embarrassingly enough I think I have to admit that I’m a bit too high maintenance for camping. I love nature though! But if I can’t stay in like a cabin or RV then it’s not really for me. ☠️

17. Do you take vitamins?:

Yes. It takes forever to get through them all in the morning.

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?:

Nope. Had enough religious trauma the first 17 years of my life, don’t plan on revisiting that experience lmao.

19. Do you have a tan?:

NO BUT I USED TO DAMMIT. But, I chose the life of someone who works inside all day. 😪

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?:

ChineseFoodChineseFoodChineseFoodChineseFoodChineseF- 🥡🥢

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?:

I don’t really drink soda but every now and then I say fuck it and have a coke if I need to pull an all-nighter or something.

22. What color socks do you usually wear?:

Black.

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?:

Only when I’m on the highways cause I travel back and forth between two cities a lot. That drive is so exhausting so sometime I push the limit when there aren’t a lot of cars around.

24. What terrifies you?:

Public speaking for like serious events. Straight up passed out a few times. But if it’s for fun stuff or casual presentations it’s not too bad.

25. Look to your left, what do you see?:

Pillows. I’m laying in bed while I answer these.

26. What chore do you hate?:

Laundry D; I don’t like how long it takes to fold everything and put it away!

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?:

Americans who love to do terrible Australian accents lmao.

28. What’s your favorite soda?:

Coke. Don’t drink it very often though.

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thrus?:

Drive thru only. I got things to do, hennie.

30. Who’s the last person you talked to?:

My dad.

31. Favorite cut of beef?:

None. I don’t like beef. 🤢

32. Last song you listened to?:

Beast by Mia Martina

33. Last book you read?:

Some book on ancient Andean art for the art history class I finished like a week ago.

34. Favorite day of the week?:

Friday! Friday afternoons when I’m free from work feel so so good :,)

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?:

It would take me so unbearably long.

36. How do you like your coffee?:

Strong, and preferably iced. More on the bitter side than the sweet side.

37. Favorite pair of shoes?:

My white adidas 80s Continentals. I am a slut for adidas sneakers OTL.

38. The time you normally go to sleep?:

Usually 2 A.M. or somewhere around that.

39. The time you normally get up?:

I get up at about 8 or 9 AM but I don’t usually get out of bed until like 10:30 or 11. I am trash, I know.

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?:

It’s hard to choose but probably sunsets. Watching the sun set over the water and the clouds get all pink and purple and the sand looking all glowy... ugh I love it.

41. How many blankets on your bed?:

Two ✌🏼.

42. Describe your kitchen plates:

All black. That’s it. Lmao

43. Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?:

I don’t really drink but lemon drops if I’m out at a bar. (piña-coladas on the beach fucking SLAP tho so maybe that.)

44. Do you play cards?:

I used to all the time but it’s been years.

45. What color is your car?:

Gold and I hate it. I refuse to acknowledge that thing as my car.

46. Can you change a tire?:

No... & I didn’t come here to get shamed ☠️

47. Your favorite province?:

I am from the U.S. so I’m just gonna... skip this one I guess lol

48. Favorite job you’ve ever had?:

My current job as a Graphic designer.

49. How did you get your biggest scar?:

Fell on concrete at recess as a kid and busted up most of my left knee pretty bad.

50. What did you do today that made someone else happy?:

Hm... made my bosses and my coworker laugh in our skype call with my general tom foolery I guess. But I’ll probably spam my best friend some dumb tiktoks later that I know will make her laugh.

Hm, I think I’ll tag the last few peeps from my notes ✨ feel free to do this if you’d like. No pressure though! 💛 @icychill @eloquentdreams @tobiodel-ay-ee-hoo and anyone else who sees this and wants to participate!!

[dazaaaai]

People I’d Like To Get To Know Better 💕

Tagged by the lovely @rose-wine-selfships!! I see you reblogging my Atsushi content and I love you for it!! Don’t think I don’t notice!!

Favorite Colors: All pinks, plus orange and yellow! Also brown <3 and certain shades of purple. I made this of my top three a couple days ago tho so! Here you go

Last song I listened to: Oh thank god it’s not “Catchy Song Lego Movie,” it’s apparently “Happy” by Pharrell Williams! If we discount the Donut Boy song from Jimmy Neutron, that is, but that was purely circumstantial, 

Favorite Musicians: Boney M, Jonas Brothers, Fall Out Boy, Allstar Weekend, Michael Jackson, ABBA, Maroon 5, Weird Al, Huey Lewis and the News

Last Film I Watched: Devchata, or in English, The Girls! Black and white Russian movie from 1961! It’s about... A short naive but very fierce girl who’s just graduated culinary university working at a logging camp, as a cook for the people who work there. Despite the fact that everyone think she’s annoying and plain, she accidentally makes a guy fall in love with her, oops! Lots of drama ensues but it’s a romance-comedy so all’s well that ends well :>

Last TV Show I Watched: The X-Files. I’m gonna be here for a while alkfjs only six more seasons to go! Krycek escapes his fate yet again and I’m just sitting here like [[vibrates]] how long will my fav boy be ok I KNOW he dies I KNOW

Favorite TV Show: Good question! I don’t know. There’s a lot of good ones. But one I keep coming back to definitely as to be Hey Arnold. It’s just such a soft, gentle, honest Nicktoon, it’s a major comfort show for me.

Favorite OC?: Teddy! Pardon his look, he needs to be freshened up.

Sweet, Savory or Spicy?: Sweet <3<3 I have the biggest sweet tooth ever, I love sugar I love it! I love cake and candy!! Feed me desserts!!!

Sparkling water, Coffee, or Tea?: I love fizzy stuff like lemonade and soda but big nope on sparkling water. It’s. Bleh., don’t like that. >:( Coffee tastes amazing but it makes my heart jitter really badly! So I’ll have to say tea, especially if it’s iced and with a lil bit of lemon c:

Pets?: No;; I had an avocado tree but I left him in Azerbaijan and I don’t know if he’s okay. I want a kitty! Or maybe another plant. I think a tomato boy this time.

Tags: @chihxru @anon22-r​ @robotarmjokes​ @eurekasdiary​ @em-loves-gt​ !

[yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy]

Keep Your Eyes On Me Part 2

So this is part 2 of my submission to @waiting4inspiration ‘s 2k follower challenge. In case you missed part 1

Warnings- implied nudity, language, I think that’s it. That good good (smut/lemon) is in part 3 tho so heads up. 

Part 2

You got up and stretched before you took off your dragon armor and dragon wool outer layers and lounged around your home away from home and made yourself something to eat before you got into bed in just your dragon silk under layers, what essentially looked like a tank top and leggings and got into your own bed and read from your ‘journal’ all the “history” you’d be changing if things went according to plan as the fire in your shelter stayed ever burning, keeping things comfortable which lulled you into sleep too before long. 

You woke up only moments before Bjorn did and barely had your dragon wool outer layers on by the time he opened his eyes. 

“Am I in Valhalla?” He asked as he looked around, this..didn’t look like Valhalla. Although he wasn’t in nearly as much pain as his mind told him he should be in, so maybe…

“No,” you shook your head no as you continued getting dressed and put your armor on over your wool layers because you didn’t trust him to not harm you yet. The way any wounded animal bites. 

“What is that?” He questioned as he gestured to what you were wearing. 

“It’s my armor.” You answered as you fastined it and ran your hands over it. 

“What’s it made out of?” He asked as he eyed it’s texture. 

“Dragon scales.” you beamed proudly. 

“What?” He shook his head in confusion. 

“I’m a Valkyrie from Asgard remember? Well, more specifically Neveah. Dragons still fly free there, they’ve died out here a long time ago. At home we’ve also domesticated them. Dragons are like…big scaley horses as far as temperament goes. When dragons shed their scales so that they can grow new, bigger ones, we collect them and make armor out of them. When they do, they reveal the dragon’s down, the way a duck or goose has down, like a soft fuzzy hair under each scale. However for some breeds of dragon, we’ve bred them so that the downy hair grows more abundantly instead of the scales, it grows like sheep’s wool, mare dragons, their down is much finer than a stud dragon’s is, mares grow what’s called dragon silk, stud dragon’s down is much thicker and it’s a bit rougher, they grow dragon’s wool. It’s really hard to dye to make different colors, ten times longer than it takes anything else to dye but once it dyes, the color never fades, ever. It’s also super durable while being breathable and depending on how you weave it, it can take the sweat off of you while not letting you get wet like if you’re out in the rain and it’s a bit stretchy. But it’s so tough that only dragon’s teeth can cut it decently well, Thankfully dragons regrow their teeth every shed and then once they reach full size, they regrow a new set every ten years or so. Baby dragons’ teeth, we use those for needles, medium teeth, perfect for small knives and scissors, the larger teeth, swords.” You explained as you pointed to the different layers of clothes you were wearing to show the differences in fabrics as Bjorn reached out to feel the fabric before you gestured to your dragon toothed sword on your hip before you handed him your dragon tooth knife to look at. It looked like rainbow titanium. It was always important to mix the truth in with the lies so that the whole was more believable because the truth was, back at home in the future medical science brought back dragons, all the varieties in ancient lore but with a twist of being domesticated. And you were really from an island nation called Neveah. 

“You really are a Valkyrie.” He breathed in awe before he handed the blade back to you. 

“Well on this plane I am, back home I’m a Dragoner.” You smiled proudly as you put the knife back in its place, and that was true, you and your whole family were Dragoners. Some of the best in Neveah. “Are you hungry?” you asked thoughtfully. As you got another pillow and helped him sit up in bed a bit better and more comfortably.  

“Yeah,” he nodded. 

“Ok, let me make you the dagmal then.” You offered as you began to make some breakfast for you both. You made him griddle cakes with berries in the batter, drizzled with honey and some ham and sausages, scrambled eggs along with making him a fresh loaf of bread from your breadseed. 

Breadseed was something special that grew only in the poles in your time, it was discovered when some of the ice caps melted and looked like super large milo plants when it grew in the dead of winter, sunlight tended to burn the leaves of the plant so it only grew in the light of the moon and from the northern lights when the temperatures were consistently -50°. Because anything above zero, the plant wilted and turned to mush, but when picked when you harvested the seeds and very carefully and very slowly brought it up to room temperature while you dehydrated it, they were fine, they made a delightful tea when steeped in hot water and was world renowned for its superb and surprisingly sweet and fruity flavor and longevity benefits. A handful of breadseed seeds looked like bronzer pearls, the more pearlescent the seed, the sweeter it was and came in varieties and flavors that most would recognize as bread and cake flavors. How the breadseed itself worked was you took a kernel which had a waterproof husk and once that was peeled away right before consuming since the husk kept it fresh, you put it into water, it expanded exponentially and grew very hot, baking itself and became something that mimicked and perfectly resembled a new loaf of bread and had all the health benefits that bread had and then some including added vitimins and minerals that were easy for everyone to digest, the loaves were the size of a soccer ball with a pocket, the size of your fist, on the inside in the middle, where still more breadseeds lined it. A handful of breadseed could feed an army. Back home they were international currency, but here and now they were just plain food. 

You took the round loaf and split it, one half was two thirds of the loaf and the other was about a third of the size of the whole, you didn’t need to eat a lot, this poor man hasn’t had a good meal in a very long time, he would appreciate the larger half but the action helped you to get at the pocket in the middle and scooped the breadseeds out and added them to your breadseed pouch before you went back to Bjorn and served him his breakfast or simply, his day meal which is what the dagmal was to him- in bed. Using the little table you had attached to the bed to set everything on so he didn’t have to balance it all in his lap. 

“Here you go.” You offered before you got him a large cup of buttermilk. Vikings liked buttermilk to drink for their day meal. Or so you’ve read. 

“Why are you doing all of this for me? There were others there that deserve this more than I do.” He asked as he looked at all the food and hesitated in eating it. 

“Odin has a path for you, I’m here to help you find it, walk in it and follow it. Once you do, I’ll be gone as quickly as I came, because by then, you won’t need me or my guidance.“ You informed him. 

“What is the path?” He asked as he slowly started to eat. 

“I’m not allowed to tell you, because if I do, it won’t happen. But you’ll know it when it’s in front of you.” You gently urged before you gave him a reassuring squeeze of his shoulder with a gentle smile before you left back into the kitchen area of your tent as Bjorn thought over your words and brought your food over to the little table and one of the chairs and ate yourself, drinking your freshly squeezed orange juice and bacon and omelet with pancakes and sausage as you low key looked at him out of the corner of your eye and noticed how he suddenly seemed to try to eat everything all at once. 

“This is so good,” he praised between bulging mouthfuls. 

“Thank you.” You smiled proudly. 

“So what’s your name Valkyrie?” He asked curiously. 

“What would you like to call me?” You returned, knowing he’d probably like you better with a norse name rather than your own. 

“Astrid.” Bjorn decided since you were still, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life and that name suited you perfectly. 

“Astrid it is.” You smiled back.

After he ate, he fell back asleep and once he was out, you took away the dishes and put them in the sink before the automatic washer washed them for you before you pulled up his biometric readouts from him into the simulation model and were pleasantly surprised when he was healing at a much higher rate than estimated before you recalibrated your algorithms to get a better and more accurate prediction for when he would heal. He should be out for the next…2 hours or so. Plenty of time for you to get a bath because your deodorant was dying and you could use one since back on Neveah, you bathed twice a day. Once in the morning to be clean for the day and then again at night, usually a bath to relax and unwind before bed.  

You got undressed and went into the bathroom section of your tent where a large tub was already full of swirling hot water and you undressed and stepped into the water and blew out a breath of relief as you stepped into the hot water and sat down before a tray lifted from the side, showing you a bath bomb and a vile of bath oil. 

You happily took it and dropped the bathbomb in before you smelled the bath oil. Ooh, jasmine with hints of lilac and gardenia. Hell yeah, you poured it in before you took off your face mask that morphs your face to appear however you wanted it to look and took it off and put it on it’s holder before you took the headband off that made your hair take on the long blonde hair Vikings loved and revealed your blue razzberry blue hair in it’s ponytail and pulled your hair down before you took the universal translator out of your ears and the projected screen in front of your face so that to everyone looking on, your face moved with your ranslated words and set them down on the tray and blew out a breath of relief and flexed your face as you rubbed your eyes before you slipped under the water and relaxed for a moment before the inside of the bathtub lit up and alerted you Bjorn woke up early which had you coming up out of the water to hurriedly put on your disguise again before Bjorn hobbled into the room and you ducked back into the water to press the hatch at the bottom of the tub to release an emergency bathing suit which you quickly put on under the water before you emerged because you were running out of breath. 

“Bjorn?” You said as you wiped the water off your face and looked at him questioningly. “You should be in bed, do you need something?” You asked as you moved to be closer to him. 

“A…bath.” Bjorn offered as his mouth went dry because your bathing suit was strapless and it appeared that you were naked because the waters were milky white from the dissolved bath bomb. 

“Oh, uh, sure, yeah,” you nodded in agreement and stood up and noticed the small pout he made when it was revealed that you were not naked and stepped out of the water to help him out of all of his clothes except for his underwear before you helped him into the water before you handed him a bar of soap, a washcloth and a comb. 

“You could join me.” Bjorn suggested sheepishly. 

“Only if you swear not to touch me.” You returned a little warily. 

“On my honor.” He immediately agreed before you joined him but sat across from him in the large tub and watched as he lathered the soap and began to clean himself up. 

“So how did you become a Valkyrie?” He asked. 

“I was recruited and trained like any soldier.” You answered simply. 

“So do you have a family back on Asgard?” He questioned. 

“I do. I have my parents and a sister and two brothers.” You revealed. 

“Is your sister a Valkyrie too?” He prodded, trying to get to know you. 

“No, she cares for the bloodlines of the family dragons as well as helping them lay successful clutches of eggs. My brothers handle the training of the dragons so they can take riders when they’re juveniles while my grandparents mainly care for all the grandchildren of the family and the baby dragons. My mother makes jewelry out of the shed scales of the babies as they grow while my father builds armor as do my brothers when they’re not training. That armor that I wear, my father built it just for me and it has never failed me.” You revealed with a fond smile. 

“Do you have a husband and children of your own?” Bjorn asked. 

“No, as a Valkyrie, I’m not allowed to have a husband or birth any children unless I retire first and I’m nowhere near retirement age.” You answered. 

“Do you want them?” He posed. 

“I’m sure I will eventually. But not at the moment.” You shook your head no. 

“What about you? Do you have a family back home that you’re anxious to return to?” You asked curiously as you tilted your head to the side. 

“I have a sister and her family are back in Kattegat. I haven’t seen her in a year, everyone else is dead.” He answered. “I was hoping to gain a fortune on this raid but so far there hasn’t been much to gain.” Bjorn explained. 

“The places you raid are learning and adapting to you and your tactics and word spreads faster than wildfire.” You surmised as Bjorn found himself nodding in agreement to that. “It means in order to get what you want, you may have to change your tactics.” You hinted which caused you to grin. “By the way, moving forward. There are rules for keeping my company. First, I am your guide to your path so that means when I give you advice, it would be best if you followed it because my purpose in giving it to begin with, is keeping you alive and keeping you safe but if you grow reckless, and abuse my help and support, I’ll call in a replacement and she will not be nearly as nice or as pretty as I am or worse yet, I’ll go back in time and leave you to die the way I found you. I’m as good as it gets. Second. I am not your slave, or thrall as you would call it or anything like that. You don’t boss me around. Third, this is as close as we get. I don’t mind being your friend on your journey, but anything more than that, especially anything romantic is out of the question and if you even hint at anything like that, I’m out and I’ll be replaced. Fourth, anyone who touches me without my consent, they loose their hands, including you. You can walk on your path with just one hand. Understood?” You proposed as you leveled him with a look. 

“Understood.” Bjorn nodded with a gulp. 

“Let’s shake on it.” You suggested before you shook hands with him as your materializer made him new clothes and armour. 

After that the conversation flowed much easier and you both got a better sense of who the other person was in terms of character until the water grew cold and you decided to get out. 

“Here, new clothes for you.” You said as you handed him the freshly made clothes made out a blend of dragon silk and dragon wool with dragon silk boxers which he had to get changed into himself. 

“This is really nice.” Bjorn said as he felt the fabric, nothing he had ever put on his skin had ever felt this good before. 

“Now, when you’re all healed up, I have new armor for you. It’s not dragon scale like mine, because giving you dragon scale is forbidden by The Code, but it’s the toughest thing in this world. Way down south of here, in a place called Africa, is a large lizard that they call the crocodile, it’s large enough that it can kill and eat people. This is it’s hide. It’ll stop most weapons. It’s the best I can give you.” You offered as you showed him his suit of armor. 

Getting him travel ready only took you four days rather than the seven you thought it would at first because he took the serums you injected into him better than anticipated and continued to make improvements and he surprised you every day by how well he was able to progress. This mission may take less time than you anticipated. 

Once he was ready, you set up a neural link between both of you, that way you could keep communicating without talking which would come in handy if you were in a form other than human and  transformed back into a horse, your tent changing in appearance to that of a normal tent of the time period from the outside and you were able to make it so that Bjorn could easily set it up and take it down before he put it on your saddle and rode you back to the camp where some of the survivors were and still nursing their own wounds and regrouping. 

“What happened to you?” They asked Bjorn. 

“I got caught in this horse’s reins and it dragged me north, I was able to tame it a little since she’s still green broke and half wild but obviously I was able to bring her back.” Bjorn answered since that was the answer both of you had agreed upon would be the most believable as he got off of you and lead you towards the rest of camp. 

“What are you wearing?” They asked as they eyed what he was wearing now. 

“Oh, this is what the dead fucker that was tied to her saddle was wearing, once I got him off of her and got her settled down, I saw that it was still good, I tried it on and it fit and it was better than what I was wearing.” Bjorn shrugged. “I think he was deserting the fight because she was packed with a tent and a bedroll and food.” He explained as he gestured to everything on your saddle. 

“Serves him right, filthy coward.” his surviving friends sneered but beamed proudly at Bjorn as they eyed you appreciatively as the shield maidens who had survived came over to you curiously as you greeted them sweetly and endeared yourself to them. 

Getting Bjorn and the others back home to Kettegat was more arduous than you expected but you and Bjorn grew closer as friends along the way, only appearing in your human form when you were alone with him, otherwise you were a horse and because of your senses and abilities you were always the first to alert the group of wolves and bears and even other people before you joined back up with another raiding party and traveled back home to Kettegat.

[suteshiro]

ALL of the asks.

Hey! I didn’t get to this right away so I’m making an educated guess on what ask meme this was for ksjvnksjfnv

chocolate: when was your first kiss?

Ah,, haven’t had that yet!

french vanilla: how old are you?

I’m 18 babey

cotton candy: three places you want to travel to?

America, Canada and I can’t really think of anywhere else because I just really want to see my friends skvjnfkjv

strawberry: a language you wish you could speak?

Probably Japanese! Hindi might be neat too

coffee: favorite cosmetic brands?

I’m not that into cosmetics skvnsjkfv but theres this one brand that keeps making Sailor Moon themed makeup, I think it’s Creer Beaute? I can get behind that. 

mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors?

I’m an indoors guy

cookie dough: do you play any instruments?

I’m learning the guitar! It’s mostly my voice tho

rocky road: favorite songs at the moment?

Rn I have All my loving stuck in my head skjfvnskjfv but I think my current favs are What’s a devil to do, Mordred’s Lullaby and Kick it up a notch? Idk, all I’ve been listening to lately is this one playlist i made for my character and every song there is great

butter pecan: favorite songs for life?

YOU CAN’T ASK ME THESE THINGS I’M SMALL AND INDECISIVE

Hijo de la luna has been in my heart for forever and will probably always be

Love like you is,,, very dear to my heart as a song that I can very much relate to

I can’t think of anything else at the moment sknsfvn

cheesecake: what's your zodiac sign?

Scorpio!!

toasted coconut: the beach or the pool?

Depends!! The pool is my fav by default bc I don’t have to deal with things like. The sun. But when I went to Córdoba with my friends and we hung out at the river I had a blast

chocolate chip: what's your most popular post?

A really dumb Yugioh shitpost sknvjsfvk it’s been years and every now and again it comes back and I die inside

bubblegum: books or movies?

hhhhhh both? A while ago I would’ve said books and they’re very dear to my heart but I’ve been having a harder time reading fiction lately. and I think there’s a certain beauty to cinema

pistachio: manga or anime?

Manga!!! Anime’s great tho. I have a great amount of respect and love for voice actors so I always love watching animated media

salted caramel: favorite movies?

Ponyo, Princess Mononoke, Princess Kaguya and Nausicaa of the valley of the wind are all. very very dear to my heart

Conqueror of Shamballa is also a fav skfvnskjfvn

Oh! And Moana!

I’m sure I have quite a few not-anime favs but I can’t think of any rn ksvjfnkfv

birthday cake: favorite books?

Geisha, a life by Mineko Iwasaki is very important to me. When I was a kid I was amazed by how much I related to her and really wanted to be like her. Also I just think it’s really cool that she went out of her way to right the wrongs of Memoirs of a Geisha (which I am upset about, let it be known)

Betibú by Claudia Piñeiro is a really really good Argentinian murder mystery and i looove it

Also Argentinian, I’m a big fan of La Doncella Roja/The Red Maiden

moose tracks: favorites for manga?

PET SHOP OF HORRORS

Uzumaki by Junji Ito!!!

Mermaid Saga by Rumiko Takahashi was very sadly short but I loved every second of it

orange sherbet: favorites for anime?

Card Captor Sakura and FMA03 are probably my absolute favorites

peanut butter: favorite academic subject?

uuuuuUUUUUH

i don’t know what counts as an academic subject skjvnksfjvn

one of the subjects i have in school rn is based around making a videogame and im having a blast

in General Aspects I love art and have great appreciation for computer science in theory though im starting to doubt whether its My Thing academically

black raspberry: do you have any pets?

sadly no

mango: when and why did you start your blog?

fuck, I think it was like 6 or 5 years ago by now skvjnskfn and it was to be able to browse tags easier I believe

mocha: ideal weather conditions?

warm, windy, cloudy

black cherry: four words that describe you?

Kind, loving, needy, emotional ksjnsfjn

neapolitan: things that stress you out?

trying to approach a wide subject im not familiar with. even when i know i can handle it and have an idea of where to start its just so overwhelming

raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music?

probably pop? I don’t know honestly

chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy?

Bonafide, Royal, Cofler I think

toffee: a card game that you're good at?

I don’t fancy myself very skilled in any card games honestly skjvnskfjvn I enjoy this one called We didn’t playtest this at all. Oh and I love Uno/Crazy 8s

lemon custard: do you eat breakfast?

Yes!!! Every morning. Sometimes I forget to eat but I try to be very consistent with That

dark chocolate: turn ons?

Am I allowed to talk about this? Can I be horny on main?? Is this allowed??

fudge: turn offs?

See above skjnskjfvn 

peach: how do you relax?

if I’m doing real bad my go-to is a ghibli movie and some tea. I like laying down and playing games on my phone or reading to chill

praline: a popular book you haven't read yet?

there’s so manyyyy

The Magnus Chase saga I really want to read

Also Good Omens

superman: do you like sweaters?

Yes!!! but only if they’re Really soft

cherry: do you drink tea or coffee?

around 80% of my liquid intake is iced tea ksjvfnsfv mostly peppermint. I enjoy coffee when I’m made to drink it because I sweeten it to death but honestly I don’t drink it by choice unless I have to stay up quite a bit

dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?

well, i really want to get into the guitar, but also I would love to... piano

blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

just a few times, but yes!!

latest time was when a friend narrated to us the story of his fish and it fucking killed me, I wish there was any way for me to replicate that mess

ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have?

Give me an easy way to block through my side blogs pls

blueberry lemon: favorite blogs?

im having a Lot of trouble thinking of them rn ksjfvnkjsfnv but i just saw @un-repentant in my dash and everything they ever put in their blog is great

almond: favorite mean girls quote?

I,,,,, didn’t watch Mean Girls, 

butterscotch: what color are your nails right now?

They’re not painted, sadly

cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to?

Nope! I mean, I have had my feelings reciprocated but nobody’s come up to me to tell me they liked me without prompting on my side

blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?

Yup! Still do

cappuccino crunch: do you take naps?

Not often which is a shame bc I love them

mint: the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?

I don’t wanna think about it skjvnksjfnv

brownie batter: do you like sushi?

I love it and it’s sad bc I’ve only eaten it twice in my entire life

key lime: where do you want to be right now?

Cuddling with a good good friend,

red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses?

Yes! I can barely see without them ksjfvnkjsfv

green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream?

Mint with chocolate chips, bitter chocolate? idk how to name it in English, white chocolate and Kinder chocolate

[severussnapped]

Get To Know Me Tag

tagged by @jeruk-lemon, thank you for tagging me, i’ll answer these! 

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people.

1.Favourite Drink:  Lemon and ginger tea (it’s so yummy! i drink it every morning, lol)

2. Phone Call: my mum and sister

3: Text message: a close friend from old high school

4: Song you listened to: Glass Animals - Season 2 - Episode 3 (this song is currently stuck in my head and so addicting!)

5: Time you cried: a month ago. 

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: no, my dates are non-existent. 

7: Kissed someone and regretted it: haven’t kissed anyone. 

8: Been cheated on: no, (because the people i admire are fictional characters, lol)

9: Lost someone special: yes :(

10: Been depressed: yes

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope, i’m not much of a drinker. 

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS:

12-14: pale pink, grey, black, dark green (because slytherin!)  white

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15: Made new friends: not so much, my social ineptness puts people off at times. 

16: Fallen out of love: no

17: Laughed until you cried: not recently, have laughed tho, but can’t remember the last time something made me laugh that much. 

18: Found out someone was talking about you: a few months ago, i overheard my crush in a conversation with one of his mates, they were saying mean things, so it hurt a lot. 

19: Met someone who changed you: nope, i’m not planning on it. 

20: Found out who your friends are: yes, just one person. 

21: Kissed someone on your Facebook list: no. 

GENERAL

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: i’m not on facebook, unfortunately. :(

23: Do you have any pets: i wish i could have a cat, but my mum doesn’t like them, it sucks! :(

24: Do you want to change your name: no, i quite like my name. :)

25: What did you do for your last birthday: I had a lovely cake and spent it with those close to me. 

26: What time did you wake up: a bit late into the morning, because i love sleeping in on weekends.

27: What were you doing at midnight last night: creating a music playlist and moodboard for Severus Snape :D

28: Name something you can’t wait for: Autumn/Fall (because i wanna be cosy, drink hot chocolate and wrap up warm)

29:When was the last time you saw your mum: a few minutes ago. 

30: What is the one thing you wish you could change in your life: if i wasn’t so socially anxious all the time, that would be nice. 

31: What are you listening to right now: Cigarettes After Sex - Sunsetz ( i love this band and song!)

32: Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: No.

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: the hot weather. 

34: Most visited website: YouTube, Soundcloud, Tumblr, Fanfictions.net and Pintrest

35: Mole/s: I don’t have any.

36: Mark/s: small birthmark on my left wrist. 

37: Childhood dream: to become a fashion designer. 

38: Hair colour: black (in sunlight it looks dark brown, so i’m not so clear)

39: Long hair or short hair: my hair is short. 

40: Do you have a crush on someone: yes, someone on instagram, but it’s unlikely that he will notice me, lol. 

41: What do you like about yourself: physically, i’m not sure, lol. but in terms of personality traits, it would have to be my empathetic nature, i’m always kind to others.

42: Piercings: ears only. 

43: Blood type: i’m not sure what my blood type is. wanna find out tho. 

44: Nickname: Tammy. (lol, its so embarrassing mentioning this)

45:  Relationship status: single (i like it this way)

46: Zodiac: Gemini

47: Pronouns: she/her

48: Favourite TV show/s: Eastenders, Humans (that’s finished now) Stranger Things and factual documentaries.

49: Tattoos: none, but i would like one of a small doe on my wrist one day. 

50: Right hand or left hand: Left hand.

51: Surgery: no. 

52: Hair dyed in different colour: no, i can’t dye my hair. :(

53: Sport: i’m too clumsy to play sports, but in school i was quite good at swimming. 

56: Pair of trainers: two

MORE GENERAL:

57: Eating: mixture of sliced apples and honeydew melon

58: Drinking: bottled water

59: i’m about to: write some more of my original story, it’s been a while since i’ve touched it. 

61: Waiting for: autumn. 

62: Want: to go to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal Studios, i wanna get my own wand and slytherin robe so bad! haha

63: Get married: possibly in the near future, with someone who gets my quiet personality. 

64: Career: i would love to become a writer, lol.

65: Hugs or kisses: both!

66: Lips or eyes: Both, again.

67: Shorter or taller: i like it when someone is taller than me, it gives me a sense of protection and safety, don’t know why.

68: Older or younger: maybe a year or two older than me. 

70: Nice arms or stomach: maybe both, i don’t really pay attention to body parts on a person much. :)

71: Sensitive or loud: definitely sensitive

72: Hook up or relationship: relationship, i would feel saddened if i were to hook up with someone and leave them like that. 

73: Troublemaker or hesitant: i’m more hesitant now, as a kid, i was a savage, lol

HAVE YOU EVER:

74: Kissed a stranger: no, not brave enough, lol

75: Drank hard liquor: nope.

76: Lost glasses or contact lenses: no, my glasses stay in one place.

77: Turn someone down: no

78: Sex on the first date: nope!

79: Broken someone’s heart: no 

80: Had your heart broken: numerous times. 

81: Been arrested: no, i’m a good girl. lol

82: Cried when someone died: most times.

83: Fallen for a friend: no, most of my crushes didn’t personally know me.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84: Yourself: not all the time (i should tho)

85: Miracles: sometimes, they must happen right?

86: Love at first sight: not much. 

87: Santa Claus: when i was a child, i did, but now, i don’t believe in it.

88: Kiss on the first date: only on the cheek, that’s all. 

OTHER: 

90: Current best friend’s name: i don’t know if i feel comfortable sharing her name, i don’t think she’d want me to. :(

91: Eye colour: dark brown. 

92: Favourite movie: Spirited Away. 

t a g s: @pxtionmaster @vulncrasanentur @subtlescience @ravenclawspew

@fairy-kei-lights @deathdaydungeon @howveryirritating

@severussnapesupport @magicalwayswins @hclfblxd @reformed-deatheater

@severusdefender @slytherinnpride @rikzpt @masterseverussnape @kirasnapeaddict @fandomcrazy76 @doewept @accio-professorsnape @dark-academia

(it was fun doing this, it would be cool to see everyone i put in tag to do this too!) :D

[aini-hanum]

2017 in baked goods

2017 has been a productive year in terms of baking! Upon all of the sweet treats I made this year, here are the créme de la créme:

January

Lemon pound cake. It may not look the prettiest, but the fluffy texture accompanied with the tanginess from the lemon definitely made up for it.

February

S'mores brownies! Fudgy brownie batter sitting atop of digestive biscuit base, finished off with toasted mini marshmallow. Almost too pretty to eat, but with all of that deliciousness who could resist?

March

ERROR 404: BAKED GOODS NOT FOUND. Yup I didn't bake anything this month, probably due to the hecticness of never-ending assessments I had to get done. Too bad.

April

Jumping onto the cheese tart bandwagon! The shell is crunchy, the filling is cheesy and a little bit gooey, the tart overall is pretty satisfying. If I were to make this again, I'd significantly reduce the amount of lemon juice in the filling and brush the top with egg yolks so that they'll look nice and toasted.

May

Behold, the most epic creation Hanum has ever made: chocolate genoise with chocolate ganache frosting. Got the sponge recipe from honeykki, omitted the simple syrup, covered 'em all in dark chocolate and cream concoction. This was devoured in no time!

June

I'm never fond of shocking-coloured desserts but this one's an exception. Buttery, crunchy cat-tongue cookies. Although this kind of cookies require more attention and patience to make, it's totally worth all the extra efforts. Plus point: they used leftover yolks you might get from making other Lebaran cookies!

July

Lemon meringue pie. Pardon my wacky piping skills haha. The super-sour-but-slightly-sweet lemon curd filling and marshmallowy meringue topping balanced each other harmoniously. If you're considering to make these, please do it during winter time because lemon's in season and you'll get cheaper, higher quality ones!

August

Doraemon's all-time favorite snack: dorayakiiii! Fluffy Japanese-style pancakes (without any milk or butter!), usually filled with red bean paste. I didn't have any in hand so I substituted it with various fillings: Nutella, peanut butter, and even cheddar cheese spread. Still very gewd, tho.

September

Despite having to adapt with the new semester and new responsibilities that came with it, I was able to whip up these mini baked doughnuts with pretty sprinkles from Rere for Depi's unsurprise birthday celebration! They were delectable and the vanilla flavor shined through.

October

Cookie cake with super childish decor HAHAH. So that month, Depi ordered marshmallow chocolate chips cookies from yours truly. I had some leftovers and since we were going to have sleepover I baked them for Rara's birthday! Yup it definitely looks better as individual cookies but oh well, tasted just as delicious.

November

Let me introduce you to the prettiest delicacy I've made this year (without even tasting it): banana cream pie! I really made the recipe up by eyeballing the Marie regal crust, topping it up with sliced bananas, drizzling some impromptu brown sugar caramel sauce, covering them with créme diplomat (pastry cream + whipped cream), and garnishing the finished product with leftover whipped cream and bananas. Best served cold.

December

I've been daydreaming of this sweet bread for quite a while, but only managed to make it a few days ago! To sum up a year that's filled with twists and turns: cinnamon rolls. Looks complicated but actually pretty easy to make, maybe because I used stand mixer to fasten the process (ain't nobody got time to knead when there are deadlines waiting). Faintly surprised and glad that the boys (my father and brother, ok) snarfed this down in just a few minutes. Thank you very much Mrs. Tintin Rayner for the foolproof recipe!

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Besides the treats I mentioned above, I made some other memorable desserts too, including cheddar cheesecake, Milo doggo cookies, and even lapis legit. Yes, you heard that right, a friggin cake that requires 30 egg yolks, 5 hours of baking time, and a ton of patience. Sadly they can't be labeled as the créme de la créme yet because there are still a lot of improvements I have to make. Maybe next year?

2018, let's see what (baked goods to make) you got in hand! Maybe some cream puffs, roll cake, and a better lapis legit would be awesome :)

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You Don’t Know Me: Chapter Seven

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Sansa woke up to a tickling on her nose.

She peeped an eye open and saw the offender running the ends of her hair over her nose like a brush.

"What are you doing?" Sansa giggled. He smiled back and rubbed her cheek with the ends.

"Your hair's gotten so much longer since I met you," he said, pushing the lock behind her ear. She smiled.

"I quite like it short," She blew some of the looser strands out of her face.

"However which way," he said, running his fingers through her hair on the side of her head. "It's beautiful."

Sansa blushed. She pushed herself up and looked out the window.

"How long did we sleep?" she asked. The sky outside was dark, and snow had begun to come down.

"Whole day, I reckon." he rubbed his eyes and sat up. He reached out to Sansa, but she had begun crawling to the end of her bed.

"What are you doing?" he asked as she picked a simple linen dress from her dresser drawer. Stepping into it quickly, she pulled it up and let the laces fall loose. She wouldn't be gone long.

"I'm going to the kitchens," she said, grabbing the cloak from the hook. "I'm starving," She smiled over at him.

"Want to come?"

"No," he brought the furs up to his chin. "I'm perfectly comfortable." He wrapped himself in the fur and rolled over to her side of the bed.

"Have fun in the cold, darling." he called as she made for the doors.

Darling. She smiled as she pulled the door closed behind her.

They were cleaning up the kitchen when Sansa arrived, carefully pushing the back door open as not to let any snow in. The women's heads turned, ready to chastise whoever was interrupting their routine until they saw who it was.

"Your Grace," they snapped to attention. Sansa smiled at them as she lowered her cloak hood.

"Good evening, ladies." she smiled.

"Oh dear," Millie, the older woman, begun to wring her hands. "I'm sorry Your Grace, your brother informed us you wouldn't be attending dinner. If I had known you'd be down, I would have sent someone up with some food-"

"Please don't fret," Sansa made for the store room. "I didn't plan on sleeping so long. Would it be alright if I just took some back to my room?"

"Of course!" Millie said, frantically searching below a table top for a basket. She handed one to Sansa, who smiled and thanked the woman.

In the store room, Sansa pulled a few rolls of bread, some dried sausage, and a small block of hard, sharp cheese. She found a bottle of wine tucked away in the back and slipped it in with a two metal cups that sat on the shelf above. Just as she was about to leave, the smell of lemon wafted into her nose. Pulling back a small cloth, she found a small tray of lemon tarts. Sansa plucked two up and carefully put them into the basket, careful not to have the crust break.

She thanked the women and begged their pardon for the inconvenience. On the walk back, she gazed up at the Wing her guests were staying in. Some of the lights were still on, and she could hear children's giggling. She smiled to herself and made a note to stop by the next day. They must think her a terrible hostess.

Once she was back in the hallway, she half-heartedly shook the snow off of her before making for her chamber. Careful not to drop her haul, she balanced the basket on her hip and pushed the door open with her other hand. When she entered, a mass of fur sat up from the bed. The room was noticeably warmer, and Sansa saw that Gendry must have started a fire while she was running her errand.

"She returns," he smiled, and let the furs drop from the hood he had formed around his head to his shoulders. Sansa put the basket on the floor and removed her cloak, and quickly shimmied out of her loose dress. In her shift, she picked the basket up again and placed it on the bed, crawling up after it.

"Osha came by," Gendry said, a hint embarrassed. He reached over to the table beside her bed and retrieved a cup of tea.

"What is it?" he took a sniff.

"Moon tea," she said. She reached out and looped her finger through the handle, and brought the tea up to her lips.

"Ah," Sansa saw a flush of red fill Gendry's cheeks momentarily. She gulped the contents of the tea down, trying to ignore the metallic aftertaste.

"Blegh," she stuck her tongue out before letting the tea cup fall to the bed.

"What did you bring back from the war, then?" he said, his fingers reaching out to touch the basket. Sansa smiled and pulled the basket onto her lap and began to unpack.

"Well," Sansa pulled a napkin from the basket and lay it between them. "I raided a Dothraki settlement and found some horsemeat sausage," she pulled the links out, holding them up and letting them dangle triumphantly. She dropped it onto the napkin. "Then," she pulled out the cheese. "I sailed to Kings Landing and made a trade deal with Jon - three new trading posts on our borders for a block of cheese," She unfolded the cloth and held the cheese up for inspection, before placing it by the sausage on the napkin. "After," she pulled the bottle of wine. "I slaughtered a vineyard and mashed its inhabitants into a bottle,"

"My Warrior Queen," Gendry reached out and took the bottle from her hand. He began fiddling with the cork as she pulled the rolls out from the basket.

"And lastly," she smiled as she carefully pulled the tarts from the basket, placing them on the bed. "Lemon tarts."

Gendry smiled.

"Did you get a knife?" he asked.

Sansa paused.

"Shit!"

Gendry laughed and pushed himself up on his knees to move off the bed. Before he did, he placed a kiss on her forehead.

"The limits of the monarchy," he said as he reached into his shirt pocket. He flipped open a small blade and tossed it lightly onto the napkin.

"It's this quick thinking," she began to cut the sausage into small disks. "that makes you the best smith Winterfell has ever had."

"Oh really?" he pulled himself up onto the bed. "Is that all?"

Sansa blushed and continued to cut up the meat. "Well..."

Gendry smiled smugly, and reached over to the table for the bottle of wine. He pulled the cork out, and satisfying pop! quietly rang out. He reached into the basket and pulled the two cups, filling both of them. He handed one to Sansa, who took a sip immediately.

"So, you like lemon cakes." he said, taking a drink. "It occurs to me I don't know much more about you,"

Sansa smiled a bit.

"Well, you know that one thing,"

Gendry rolled his eyes.

"You'll not distract me again, witch woman." Sansa looked up at him and smiled in spite of herself. She wiggled her fingers at him like a sorceress, and let out a soft "oooooh".

"Tell me something," he said.

"What do you want to know?" she said, biting into the small sausage cheese and bread stack she had fashioned. Gendry reached out and took some sausage in his big hand. He popped one in his mouth while he thought.

"How about this," she said, covering her mouth as she chewed. "You ask and I'll answer. And we'll go back and forth."

He smiled. "Alright," he bit into the other slice of sausage. "Let's start out easy, then. Favorite color?"

Sansa rolled her eyes, but couldn't stop the smile from spreading across her face.

"Lilac," she said. "You?"

He watched her as she waited for his answer. She took a sip of her wine, keeping her gaze fixed upon him.

"I dunno," he said. A small smirk. "What would you call the color of your eyes?"

Sansa closed her eyes, simultaneously groaning at his response and quietly reveling in the fact that someone had said something to her so disgustingly romantic it could have been in one of her books.

"Sorry," he laughed. He reached out and grabbed some more bread. "It's true though. They're blue. Like deep sea water."

Sansa opened her eyes when she was sure she wasn't blushing like crazy. When their eyes met, he winked at her before biting into another stack on his bread.

"What's your favorite memory?" she said. He laughed.

"No easy ones for you, I see." he looked up at the ceiling, placing his hands on his knees. Sansa's eyes ran down his torso, following the coarse black hair until it disappeared under his waistband. She bit hard into the bread.

"There was one day," he looked back down, having retrieved his answer from whatever confines of memory the ceiling had allowed him to access. "My mother was still alive. She didn't have to work that day, and I just a little one. She woke me up early and we paid a man with a wagon to take us out of King's Landing. Once we were out, she led me down a path through the forest and showed me a swimming hole she used to go to as a girl," His eyes seemed far away, as if he was experiencing it all again. "We spent the day there. She had wanted to teach me to swim for a while, but she hated salt water. By the end of the day she would take me on her back and jump off the highest boulder, and we would plunge into the water. I wasn't scared because I knew she wouldn't let me drown. Even when we hit the bottom, and I felt her feet push off the ground, and we shot up to the surface. I must have begged her to take me down there again for a year after that, but we never could," his face fell a bit, saddened. "But that's probably it." Before Sansa could reach out to comfort him, he looked up and offered her what she knew was a performative smile.

"When you were younger, and you would play," he started. "What were you?"

Sansa bit her nail and tried to remember play sessions that seemed a millennium ago. Flashes of bright snow, giggles, and running feet all came to her mind.

"I would always want to be the princess," she remembered. "Arya would be my knight, and Bran would be my scout. He would climb up the walls looking for adversaries, and Arya would pretend to tackle any enemies. One time, we came upon Jon and Robb training, and Arya jumped in between them, trying to fight them both off to protect me." she smiled, remembering Arya's small but determined body jumping between the two boys.

"Always knew what you wanted to be, eh?"

A memory came to Sansa then.

"I think my favorite, though," she said, looking down at her hands. "Was when we were little, Arya and I shared a bed. On the nights we couldn't sleep, we would pretend the bed was a boat and the floor was an ocean. We would grab our blankets," she took a fistful of the fur on the bed, as if to illustrate a point. "And One of us would hold them up as the sail, while the other steered. We'd always be going through storms, and we'd fall over each other. We said the pillows were fish, and sometimes we would attack the other with one. 'A fish is in the boat!' and then, smack!" she clapped her hands. "Mother would find us sometimes and chastise us for staying up so late, but we kept doing it. Falling into giggling heaps after she left." Sansa ran her hand down the fur, feeling the bristles part for her nails. Arya.

Gendry carefully folded the food into the basket and placed it on the ground. Thinking he was going to try and comfort her, Sansa looked up, only to have a pillow come crashing down on her head playfully.

"Fish jumped up," he said. "Sorry, m'lady."

"Sorry?" Sansa said, letting her queenly voice take over. Gendry's face fell.

"I didn't mean to-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Sansa brought the pillow she had been leaning on over her head and smacked him across the face. Realizing what had just happened, he turned to his giggling bedfellow.

"Right," he said, reaching out to the top of the bed and grabbing another pillow. "You'll pay for that,"

Sansa giggled and jumped up, standing on the bed. She reached down and brought the covers up just before Gendry could swing his pillow at her legs. She pushed one hand against the blanket, tenting it against her.

"Ser Gendry," she said. "It looks like we're heading for a storm."

"Aye?" he said. He scooted to the front of the bed, and made a show off looking out over the expanse of her room. "Well, Lady Sansa, I believe you're right. I hope that - woah!" He lifted the corner of the bed and let it drop. He fell over in an exaggerated pose.

"Quick, for shelter!" She brought the fur down over them, and the suddenly everything was dark. Sansa pushed the furs up, letting a little light into the small shelter she had made. She saw Gendry smiling up at her.

"How long do you think the storm will be?" he asked innocently.

"Hours," Sansa said. "Days. Possibly weeks. We should stay here. For protection."

Gendry smiled and reached out from under the covers. He pulled one of the extra slats that Sansa kept under her bed and placed it in the middle of them so Sansa wouldn't have to hold up the fur. Then, he reached to the end table and handed her the bottle of wine, forgetting the cups they had left. Sansa wrapped her lips around it and took a gulp, and handed it back to him.

"My turn," she said. she lay down on her stomach, looking up at him. He was perpendicular to her, their faces meeting in the far left corner of their small blanket tent. She smiled and reached out to stroke his face. "Tell me about Arya. On the road."

It went on like this for the next few hours. Gendry told Sansa of all the memories he would scrape from his mind about traveling with her sister, eager to give her every bit that she desired. Part of him wanted to make something up, tell her that he knew she was alive, just to see her smile. But his story ended with their parting, and he admitted he had not seen her since. When he finished his story, Sansa lay, looking up at him lazily, with a drunk smile on her face. Gendry held up the bottle of wine and realized they had drunk all of it.

"She's alive still," she said finally. "I know it. Part of me...this is going to sound ridiculous, but part of me can feel it." she picked at her nails, embarassed by her claim.

"When my mother died," Gendry said, reaching out and capturing her hands in one of his. "It felt like something between us had been severed. The minute she stopped breathing, I knew. Even as they tried to revive her." He squeezed her hands in his.

Sansa's face gave a small smile before returning to its contemplative solemnity.

"Can I ask another," she said. She looked up at him. Her eyes were so, so blue.

"I believe that's breaking the rules," he playfully chided her. "But you are the queen."

She smiled before looking down at her hands, and then back up at him.

"Why are you here?" she asked. His face contorted in confusion.

"I believe there was an invitation of employment," he said. "not to mention certain events that took place last night that made me believe you'd like to see me again."

"I did- I do," she clarified before reaching up and running her fingers down his jaw. "But I mean...you're handsome. Clever. Good at what you do. Kind. Why spend your time with me? You could have any woman back in the North." She stopped and let her hand fall on his chest, feeling his heart beat under her touch. She kept her gaze focused on her hand. "Why me?"

Gendry reached up and covered her hand with his.

"Why you?" he repeated. He ran his thumb over the top of her hand. "How can you ask something like that?"

"I just," she sighed and closed her eyes. "I'm not- I'm broken, you know? Scarred up here," she let her other hand fall to her side. "and..." she gestured to her head. "I just don't..."

"Hey," he said, bringing her attention back to him. She blinked, trying to hold water back.

"You're asking me why I'm here," he said, letting his eyes drop to her lips. "but I can't tell you. Just like I can't tell you why the sun rises every day. You just...happened. And I thought, at first, when you were still Eryn," he emphasized his voice when he said her old name, causing her to smile a bit. "that you were just trying to get your rocks off. But...I don't know. That first night, when we stopped," he flicked his thumb over her hand again. "I saw something in you, I suppose. It's like when...well I suppose it's like being under a blanket." he tapped the top of their tent. "You think you're not seeing anything because it's dark. But then a corner flies up, and some light comes in. And you just want to crawl to the edge and see what you've been missing hiding away all those years." he looked up at her. "I can't explain how I feel about you because I didn't choose it. It just happened. But I will say this." He sat up then, taking the slat from the middle and pulling it out, letting the covers fall. He dropped the slat to the side, and threw the covers back off over their heads. Sansa's eyes blinked in the sudden light as she felt Gendry pulling her up to sit. When they were both cross legged, knees bumping together, he tipped her head up to look into her eyes.

"You're not broken," he said. "I've seen pretty much every inch of you, and I can't find any cracks. All I see," he ran his hand from under her chin and down her shoulder, trailing a path down her arm. "Is a woman who survived something horrible, and managed to come out the other side. How can you not see what I see?" he sighed, and let his hands fall on her knees. Sansa stayed quiet. "You're kind. And brilliant. And you're good to your people. I've never met a noble like you. You're brave, Sansa. And, it should go without saying, beautiful. Sometimes I wonder what you want with me. Every time I touch you, it feels like I'm running my hands over silk, or some other precious thing a man of my station would never be allowed to have." he smiled at her. "I think I should be asking you what you see in me,"

Sansa face softened, and she reached out to cup his face. He brought a hand up to cover hers and closed his eyes.

"You're a good man, Gendry." she said. "So many people have wanted me to fill a gap in their plans...wife her to get the North. Use her to topple a kingdom. Lock her up and..." her voice broke a bit, and she felt a reassuring squeeze on her hand. "You're caring, and sensitive, and bright. And when I'm with you," she bit her lip. "I'm not in my head. I'm too wrapped up in you to think of the past. All I want to do is listen to you talk, or watch you work, or feel your hands on me," she said the last one quietly, a bit embarrassed. "Even when you're not around, I'm better. Because I know you're out there," she jerked her head to the wall, indicating the forge. "And I feel safe. Because I know if I need the demons to stop, all I have to do is go to you. And you'll quiet them. Just by being...you."

He smiled up at her, and emboldened, she continued.

"I don't mean to put that on your shoulders. You're not in charge of making sure I don't fall into my own darkness. But since I've been back, no one has made me forget the way you do. Bran doesn't know what to say. Osha is great, but she's not...she's not you. I feel like I've been in Winter for so long, and being with you takes me into Spring," she cringed, thinking of how much that sounded like one of her old story books. Gendry smiled and began to lay back. He pulled her down, and she settled her head on his chest.

"Anytime it gets to be too much," he said, raking his fingers through her hair. "You can tell me. Or just come see me. Perch up on a work bench. Tell me about your day. Shitty meetings. Anything," he said.

"Safe harbor," she smiled against him.

"Yeah," he agreed, pulling her closer. They stayed silent for a bit, listening to the crackles of the slowly dying fire. Finally, Sansa lifted her head up and looked at him.

"Will you tell me more stories?" she asked.

"What, like fairy tales?"

She shook her head.

"I'm sick of fairy tales," she said. "Tell me more about you. Your mother."

He smiled softly at her.

"Would you like to hear about my first apprenticeship? I was twelve years, maybe, and this old drunkard..."

Sansa let her head fall against his chest and listened as he continued on. The real world didn't have chivalrous knights or kind, mannerly princes to save her from a tower.

But it had him.

And that was more than enough.

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